#quote from the last hope

[i-am-not-a-who-i-am-a-what]

so about the header that proceeded today's statement:

Viability as agent: Low

Viability as subject: None

Viability as catalyst: Medium

i didn't know what to think of this part of the entry at first, but the longer the statement went on... was the institute in this universe trying to manufacture avatars?

the dice can't do anything without someone to use them, they can't be an "agent" by themselves, but might be capable of manipulation, so in that aspect their viability is "low."

the dice could be a "subject" in the sense that they could use further studying, but the statement itself was a very thorough investigation of their workings, so in that aspect their viability is "none."

the dice seem to influence their holder to roll them, or at least find more victims to roll them, and could therefore be described as a "catalyst" for someone's becoming. but, as seen in the statement, their owner can give the dice to someone else (albeit not without consequences), so in that aspect their viability is only "medium."

so what about the line following all this, what does "Recommend referral to Catalytics for Enrichment applicability assessment" mean? if we go by this interpretation, i'd say it could mean the institute wanted to find a way to make the dice even more potent as an artifact, maybe even remove that pesky ability for their owner to reject them.

imho all of this this brings a whole new level of context to the events of episode seven, of unknown violent agents going after an influx of objects that seemed straight out of artifact storage. was that the nature of the titular "magnus protocol" first mentioned in episode four, the one that involved the starkwall group? containing or destroying potential artifacts before the institute could get their hands on them?

it also makes their "gifted kids program," and sam's link to it as one of the kids being studied, all the more horrifying to think about. was it not just avatars in general they were after, but child avatars specifically? no wonder gertrude got so defensive over the possibility of sam and celia dragging gerry back into the institute's business last episode, we all picked up on her clearly knowing more than she's letting on but now we might know the shape of that information a bit better.

and one final bit of food for thought... this statement had a lot of familiar themes, didn't it? free will or the illusion of it, gambling and not-so-random chance, the statement giver being done in by one final hit from what feels like a bit of an addition... all hallmarks of a certain mother of puppets. doesn't it seem fitting that "chester" would use this kind of statement to warn sam about what harm pursuing the magnus institute could bring to him, considering the one his voice might draw from? and doesn't it seem so painfully ironic that his warning seems to have only driven sam further into that web?

#tmagp #the magnus protocol #tmagp spoilers #tmagp 9 spoilers #MANY THOUGHTS HEAD FULL AAAAAAAAAA #there are so many other things i want to link to this but i also just want to post it asap to get other people's thoughts #honestly at the word 'catalyst' my mind went straight to mike crew using ex altiora to become an avatar of the vast #combing through lietners until he found one that fit #and the statement giver from mag 4 feeling like he had to specifically sell ex altiora to gerry or it wouldn't 'count' #i can't pull out the episode quotes every time i have a theory or it becomes a bit passé but know they are always on my mind #also that last paragraph just came to me in a vision while i was typing up the rest of this i hope it's not too far of a reach #i tried to keep it vague but i'm also imagining jon banging his head against the inside of a crt monitor in frustration r/n #i still need to read the breakdown of the arg so if any info in that bolsters or discredits this please let me know!!!

[vidduality]

It's disturbing how much rage bait ONE line said by a young teenage girl in an EW cover story with so much other content can generate. Dozens and dozens and dozens of click bait articles, rage video analyses, and SO many angry meta posts with people practically ready to tear Katara's actress apart with their bare hands. All for having the audacity to say that she found some of Sokka's more brazenly sexist lines "iffy" in the OG cartoon. She implied it wouldn't translate as well in a live action and that they had toned it down, and you'd think she announced the Avatar is going to be a warmonger the way the internet's turned on her.

This week's fandom discourse has been about as low key and rational as S1 Zuko being offered some calming Jasmine tea...

#avatar the last airbender #atla netflix #avatar netflix #atla live action #avatar #katara #sokka #zuko #avatar live action #natla #atla #yall need some calming tea #the cartoon is still right there for you to watch #I'm rewatching it now #it's still great :) #and i hope the new show will be too #ALL of this sexism “discourse” #came from a single quote by a young girl #quit falling for rage bait

[fernsensei]

i'm finally feeling better!!! here's victory v1

#top 10 female protagonists in videogames #i love her shes sooo cool #i think my head is messing with v1's and mirage's characters but eh. its my blog i do whatever i want #the bee #b e e #i also love the colours i've picked for this one. i hope i'll love it tomorrow when i wake up. cause it's 2:37am now #anyway i've won anxiety and i hope it won't come back for second round on monday #v1 my beloved #v1 ultrakill #v1 #ultrakill #gabriel ultrakill #ultrakill fanart #art #i've stolen the quote from a doom meme i saw last year. i can find it but i won't

[crossbackpoke-check]

Why I Am Not Coming In To Work Today [abridged], Jess Zimmerman

part one | part two

#me when everybody is posting the maple leafs sad narratives and i am furiously generating this like HOLD ONNNN HOLD ONNNNNNN #honestly i could've been SOOOO MEAN about this because i saw this poem & alexandra got the preview on the poetry blog #where i just reblogged the first half of this poem point blank with the tags #kyle dubas #toronto maple leafs #& got yelled at aksdaksf & it literally only didn't go on this blog bc i usually write more & then it was percolating & i looked up the poe #& it was only the FIRST PART i'd reblogged i didn't know there was more & then brain immediately went brrrrr ok time for an edit. #this is a long one lol & i also have no idea if it makes sense to anybody but me but because y'all know me i will always overexplain so!! #my reasoning for the reasons obvi kyle. that's a given i hope he's doing well i hope he & his family r good but man is not coming in to wor #the second edit took me a stupid amount of time bc i am nitpicky but also i learned how to do the layers & transparency from the claude edi #that actually y'all don't know about lmao but i lost my mind when i saw how perfectly those pictures align i was scrolling getty & was like #ok december i'm gonna do a headline one (in my brain with the november/june quote about choosing to die again) w/ maple leafs playoff odds #how they say at winter break you know who's gonna be in the playoffs & who'll win & they thought they had a shot but it's mitchie overlaid #the 2003-04 team who'd last won a playoff round with the atlantic division stats from dec for 22-23 & how long it's been & dec headlines #i wanted breakup/recent/never loved to be a recent trade acquisition somebody who bounced around & somebody else so i almost had simmer #brodie & zar but then i wanted to make murray for breakup at any time &i forgot zar & him were on the pens together &it hit me like a truc #bc there's a photo of the two of them EXACTLY the same so close it's scary of this one but them as pens so they had to be it & i did always #know never loved again was mitchie. sorry. also mitchie in the penalty box the last game but i couldn't find footage of it & this one works #no i could not find a photo of tyler bertuzzi fighting a leaf for a dog looked at me yes i tried. #i almost made the bunting photo jt but instead it's 'bunting a rat etc' anyway the one i really feel unhinged about is dead pets bc at firs #i was gonna make it the handshake line & look to see if the leafs had drafted anybody on the panthers (dead pet former draft pick) #& they had & it was carter verhaeghe & i couldn't get a good pic of matthews & verhaeghe but it's fine bc i thought about the mo/luke schen #narrative (in which they are a perfect d pair long lost) & schenn was drafted by the leafs & that line fits jut trust me. also how i feel #about the kniesy luminous line that one possessed me it had to be kniesy idk why. i almost put gussy as girls are too pretty though ALSO #did u like my joke. daylight SAVINGS time on the goalie. thank u. also my photo magic on the jt (me very poorly editing in him as an isle) #OK ALSO HOLD ONNNNN there is a part two but i have to wait for the Content i want it will come out as soon as [redacted] or sooner #if i get bad at waiting &everyone will pretend like it is always the way it will be once i have the photos i want. speaking of did the leaf #simply not take a team photo this year?? it Does Not Exist for me i have tried very hard to look for it also i'm excited for part 2 #one of them is named oh you're so unhinged for this one & the finished product is you're unhinged in ways you didn't even know u were sorry #liv in the replies

[a-whole-tempest-in-a-teacup]

(it is enough. it is more than enough.)

Anne of Green Gables, L.M. Montgomery | Mademoiselle Gachet in her garden at Auvers-sur-Oise, Vincent van Gogh (1890) | 'Toad' - Mary Oliver | About Time (2013) | 'No Choir' - Florence + the Machine | Comic by eOndine | The Amber Spyglass, Philip Pullman | Superstore 'All Sales Final' (2021) | 'The View Between Villages' - Noah Kahan | Meadow with Poplars, Claude Monet (1875) | 'The Orange' - Wendy Cope

#anne of green gables #l m montgomery #vincent van gogh #mary oliver #about time #florence + the machine #the amber spyglass #his dark materials #philip pullman #noah kahan #claude monet #the orange #wendy cope #web weave #web weaving #hopecore #light academia #quotes #literature #art #painting #mine #words #the living of it all #I have been meaning to post this for about a million years #james i hope it lives up to the hype BUH #slightly different vibes from my last web weave lmao

[noweakergirl]

dare I say... superior trope

#lover gone dark #p.s. for those who don't know sasusaku actually has a happy ending I just love angst #(another fun fact! in the original rots idea padme was meant to kill anakin) #the first and the last quote is from vampire academy (if you know you know) #at first I wanted to make it all about my favorite characters who either went dark or were nearly there (like sam winchester) #but then I decided to go down 'if your beloved goes to the dark side you must save them by either bringing them back or killing them' road #me shipping sasusaku since the age of 10 and then discovering anakin when I was 20 has brought us where we are today btw #being a within temptation stan as a child didn't help either #I love me a story of a good man who has too much power and gets corrupted on his way to revenge mmmm delicious #I don't know how to tag this post cause it's a bit niche but I hope my soulmate people will find it <3 #sasusaku #sasuke x sakura #sasuke uchiha #uchiha sasuke #sakura haruno #haruno sakura #naruto #naruto shippuden #boruto #pro sasusaku #(obviously) #star wars #star wars prequels #anakin skywalker #anidala #vampire academy #otp: irreplaceable partner

[anidealistatbestburntoutatworst]

literally anyone describing meursault: “it’s hell in there,,, it’s horror- you have to be a certain type of person to survive…”

fyodor & dazai: *playing prison chess, creating their own language and having a good fun time causing chaos*

#meursault #what even was the last chapter #i’m confused and the water is on fire #bungo stray dogs #but alas we are not having as good and fun a time as we’d hoped #bsd manga #bungo stray dogs manga #bsd anime #bsd dazai #bsd fyodor #yeah idk #this show has been so emotionally intense not even my inner thoughts are peaceful anymore #i quoted this but idfk where the original is from #bsd chapter 106 #fyozai #the silliest and the goofiest

[trash-fetus]

female rage / passivity

girls against god, florence and the machine / euphoria (2019-) / a telephone call, dorothy parker / house of the dragon (2022-) / cinnamon girl, lana del rey / sharp objects (2018) / sarah kane

#female rage #euphoria #sharp objects #house of the dragon #sarah kane #web weaving #girlhood #this is my first one of these I hope it’s ok #that last quote is apparently by sarah kane but I can’t actually find where it’s from :/

[queenlucythevaliant]

Northern Lights

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I heard a voice that cried, “Balder the Beautiful is dead, is dead!” 

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Who knows what to call the lonely exhilaration of gazing out into a bright Northern sky? Who can name it? 

Jill could.

It was the same feeling that came to her at the teetering edge of a cliff at the end of the world. The same feeling as when she said her goodbyes to Puddleglum and Scrubb before they freed the prince. It was the same feeling that engulfed her now, sitting in the professor’s library with a volume of poetry before her. 

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The wild northern wastes were well named: utterly wild, perfectly desolate, and terribly Northern. 

It was lonely there and often cold, but the sky was an endless whorl of gales and gray clouds. The stones were indigo under the pale winter sunlight, and at sunset they glowed a soft gold, as though lit from within. The gorges and moors lay before her, and Jill loved them for their vastness and their distance. Little grew in that country, but that which did was full of vigor. The grass was short and coarse. Every tree was victorious. 

On a still, deep breathing winter night, Jill lay on her back beneath a covering sky. It seemed beautiful to her, rich and strong and glorious. Her eyes drank in the breadth of it until her tears began to blind her. Yet even then, she still couldn’t look away.

She felt bigger here in the wastes, like the landscape. Stronger, wider. The further she walked, the more she felt herself stretch out. One of these days, maybe, she would catch hold of herself at the edge and tug, and Jill Pole would open up clear as the Northern sky. 

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And through the misty air passed the mournful cry of sunward sailing cranes.

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The thing that surprised Jill most about the battle with the serpent was this: there wasn’t any yelling. Always, it seemed, whenever she read stories about people fighting with swords, the combatants would let loose some guttural yell before their blows fell. They would scream and writhe in pain as they died. They would shout instructions to their fellows, “Look out!” or “Hit him there!” But the whole affair with the serpent passed with very little noise. 

The poison-green coil constricted around the prince; he raised his arms and got clear, struck the serpent hard, and then Scrubb and Puddleglum dispatched the creature with heavy, hacking blows. The monster died writhing, but not screaming. And then it was over. 

The thing that surprised Jill most about the moments before battle was, of course, the noise. She could hear her own heartbeat in her ears. She couldn’t stop listening to her own breathing. Every footstep rang out like a gong, and any words exchanged rang with a kind of finality that made them sound louder than anything. 

“You are of high courage,” Rilian told her when it was over. 

Yet the thing in Jill’s chest just then didn’t feel like courage. It was a deep breath, a plunge, and a release. It was loud and quiet all at once, till she was standing, blinking in the night air as snowballs whizzed round her, and maybe that was something like courage after all. 

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And now, there was a stirring in her chest as she reread the words on the page. Sing no more / O ye bards of the North / Of Vikings and of Jarls! / Of the days of the Eld / preserve the freedom only / nor the deeds of blood! 

She thought of grief. Of freedom. 

The lonely ache in her belly grew stronger. She felt herself uplifted into the huge regions of sky that were just beyond those cliffs, weightless as the breath beneath her buoyed her up, further, further…

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When she saw Caspian up close, Jill thought that he looked like the sort of person who was meant to live in a castle. A silly thought, perhaps, since she knew he was a king– only she wasn’t thinking of Cair Paravel. No, Jill was picturing the ruins of an old British castle she’d visited once on holiday. She still remembered how the stonework had loomed over her, all towering arches and crumbling walls. That was where Caspian seemed to belong. He had an air of ancient tragedy about him. 

When Rilian disappeared, all things had wept but one. The serpent coiled beneath the earth and flicked its forked tongue, spewing poison. 

Now, the king half rose to bless his son. He whispered a few words as he caressed Rilian’s cheek, words meant only for those beloved ears. Jill saw Caspian’s lips move and wondered what a man like that could possibly say, when time ran so short. 

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They laid him in his ship, with horse and harness, as on a funeral pyre. Odin placed a ring upon his finger, and whispered in his ear.

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Jill furtively took Myths of the Northmen and held it up to the professor with a question in her eyes. She was still shy around him and Miss Plummer, though she wished she wasn’t. 

“Would you like to take that with you?”

“...Please.”

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It takes a certain kind of person to be exhilarated by the heights. You’ve got to love vastness more than you fear falling. 

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They walked to the train station with an autumn wind blowing hard, and though Jill couldn’t fathom why, she turned and saw Lucy grinning, fierce and joyful– grinning and reaching a hand out towards her friend.

Jill reached back and grabbed it. “What will you do, once we’re back in Narnia?” she asked. 

The wind blew harder. The feeling of anticipation grew and grew, until it felt so big that she couldn’t dream of containing it. And there was Lucy, holding Jill’s hand and laughing like it was easy.

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Preserve the freedom only, not the deeds of blood!

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The second time Jill went to Narnia, she found herself not at its edge, but at its end. 

The thing about the Norse apocalypse is: it feels believable. It doesn’t reach beyond earth’s horizon to pull down hope beyond hope. It’s only the kind of courage that hopeless humans have: you are going to die, so you might as well die bravely. 

They found the last king of Narnia bound to a tree. His eyes were faintly red from crying, and his wrists and ankles red from the coarseness of his fetters. 

In the Norse myths, Loki broke free of his fetters at the end of the world. He escaped to the helm of a ship made from the fingernails of the dead.

The last king of Narnia fell forward onto the ground when Eustace cut his bonds. Jill crouched down beside him and watched as he rubbed feeling back into his legs. He wasn’t so much older than her, she thought. Jill was sixteen years old; the last king of Narnia could not be older than twenty-two. 

In the myths, the gods were ancient, hewn from the bodies of giants old as the earth. 

Jill put out a hand and helped the last king of Narnia to his feet. Not for the last time, she shivered. Something deep inside her (deeper than her chest, than her heart, than the marrow of her bones, deep as her soul, deeper) was singing an elegy and she didn’t know why, or how, or where it had come from. The king clutching her hand, who could have been her older brother, would have no heir.

Yet when he asked, “Will you come with me?” Jill could only smile. 

“Of course,” she said. “It’s you we’ve come to help.”

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And the voice forever cried, "Balder the Beautiful is dead, is dead!"

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“This really is Narnia at last,” murmured Jill. The springtime wood had little in common with the wintry lands she had traveled the last time she was here– but it awakened the same feelings of Northernness in her chest. 

Their party may as well have been the only people in the world, for how isolated their little wooden path seemed. Yet it wasn’t lonely, really, cocooned in all that green with the wind in the leaves and the primroses nodding and blue of the sky peeking through above. 

Jewel told stories about what ordinary life was like when there was peace here. As he spoke, Jill could almost hear the trees' voices speaking out of the living past, whispering, stay, stay. She was caught up to a great height, looking down across a rich, lovely plain full of woods and waters and cornfields, which spread away and away till it got thin and misty from distance. 

“Oh Jewel–” Jill said with a dreamy sigh, “wouldn’t it be lovely if Narnia just went on and on– like what you say it has been?”

She needn’t be a queen, as Susan and Lucy had been, but Jill would’ve liked to stay. She would've liked it all to stay, if it could. She might have been a woodmaid in a place like this: with the turn of the seasons, the swaying trees, swords into plowshares. Oh, if only she could stay!

Ahead, the last king of Narnia was softly singing a marching song. Jill tilted her head back and let warm shafts of sun caress her face. 

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I saw the pallid corpse of the dead sun borne through the Northern sky.

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“So,” said the last king of Narnia, “Narnia is no more.”

He tried to send them back. Jill shook her head. It was very loud and very quiet. “No, no, no, we won’t. I don’t care what you say. We’re going to stick by you whatever happens, aren’t we Eustace?”

They couldn’t go back anyway. Neither would they flee, not south across the mountains nor North into the great wide wastes. No, they would stay. They slept in a holly grove on the edge of ruin, waiting for the bonfires to light.

Jill slept fitfully, but in between she dreamed. She was high up in the air, buffeted by clouds and pierced by shafts of silver sunlight. 

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They all died, in the myths. Jill knew that. It seemed beautiful and brave when she read it in her book, tucked away safe in the Professor’s library. It was terrifying now– and yet it was beautiful and brave still.

The dogs came bounding up, every one of them, running up to the king and his men with their tails wagging. One of them leapt at Jill and licked her face, tongue roughly lapping up the sweat and tears that had dried on her cheeks. 

“Show us how to help, show us how, how, how!” the dogs were barking, almost ebullient in their enthusiasm. Jill bit back a sob. How lovely, she thought. How terribly beautiful. How dreadfully brave. 

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So perish the old Gods!

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The white rock gleamed like a moon in the darkness when Jill finally reached it. She ran back to it alone, her hands shaking, while her friends stayed forward with their gleaming swords and Jewel’s indigo horn.

The while rock gleamed like the moon. Jill’s first shot flew wide and landed in the soft grass. But she had another arrow on her string the next instant. It was speed that mattered, not aim. Speed, and turning aside when she cried, so as not to drip tears on her bowstring.

The white rock gleamed. In the myths, a wolf devoured the moon. Peter’s wolf, slain many thousand years ago in this world, opened his jaw wide and darkness fell over everything.

Her next arrow found its mark. After that, she lost track. She pulled, and she prayed that her hands kept still another minute. 

The unique thing–maybe the appealing thing–about the Norse myths, was that they told men to serve gods who were admittedly fighting with their backs to the wall and would certainly be defeated in the end. Jill let loose another arrow, felt the white rock at her back, and she knew that the clawing fear–beauty–bravery deep in her gut was the same feeling that she felt on the heights. The same feeling, but a different face. You’ve got to love vastness more than you fear falling. 

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“I feel in my bones,” said Poggin, “that we shall all, one by one, pass through that dark door before morning. I can think of a hundred deaths that I would rather have died.”

“It is indeed a grim door,” said Tirian. “It is more like a mouth.” 

“Oh, can’t we do anything to stop it,” said Jill. Better to be dashed to the ground than it was to be devoured. 

“Nay, fair friend,” said Jewel. “It may be for us the door to Aslan’s country and we sup at his table tonight.”

A hand tangled itself in her hair and started to pull. Jill braced herself hard, for a moment, until her strength gave out. She was standing on the edge of a high, Northern cliff. She took another step, and fell.

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Perhaps when the moment comes, our bite will prove better than our howls. If not, we shall have to confess that two millennia of Christianity have not yet brought us to the level of the Stoics and Vikings. For the worst (according to the flesh) that a Christian need face is to die in Christ and rise in Christ; some were content to die, and not to rise, with Father Odin.

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The world inside the stable was beautiful. It made Jill’s chest ache in all the loveliest ways. 

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Build it again, O ye bards, fairer than before!

#okayyyy so #i've been down the tolkien/lewis/norse mythology rabbit hole lately #it's a lot #but i've been picking at this piece in my head for a while now #which is more a rhapsody than anything else #but another for my narnia/classic lit sequence of pieces #the quotes are mostly pulled from Longfellow's Tegners Drapa translation #which Jack discusses in Surprised by Joy as one of the works that inspired feelings of joy and 'Northernness' in his boyhood #there's also a Weight of Glory quote in there #(paraphrased) #and one from the intro to Joy Gresham's book on the 10 Commandments that Jack wrote #(that's that last passage in italics) #i'm not really sure i was trying to make a point with this so much as just. explore that feeling of northernness #bc really northernness is two things #it's joy and exhileration brought on by beauty #and it's that beautiful hopeless courage when faced with unwinnable battles #and i love how intertwined those two things are for lewis #and let's be honest for me too #so that's what this is #hope it holds together okay #narnia #chapter one #night under narnia #dying of thirst #pontifications and creations #leah stories

[incorrectquotesmcu]

[texting]

Scott: Banned from zoo.

Hope: Again?

#source: texts from last night #scott lang #scott lang incorrect quotes #ant man #hope van dyne #hope van dyne incorrect quotes #wasp #marvel incorrect quotes #marvel #avengers #avengers incorrect quotes

[moonsidesong]

in case you missed it, sega's been posting strange ads for Puyo Quest on their official twitter. the ads still link to the Japanese app store though, and the latter two posts also further clarify it's still Japan-only. the first one is the app's usual icon, but the others seem to be lower-polygon and differently textured versions of Puyo Chronicle models.

what's going on, i wonder?

#puyo puyo #bri talks #highly highly doubt we're getting localized quest #and if we do let's face it it would last like one year and shut down #but i wonder what these models are for? very interesting #hope we get a ringo soon to complete the set #i couldn't find the carbuncle post myself so that's someone else's screenshot sorry the sizing is inconsistent there LOL #the rest are my own screenshots #these are ads meant to show up as promoted tweets so you won't find them scrolling on sega's account #it's easy to find quote tweets from almost any puyo fan account though lol

[humanmorph]

Lye „Lyke“ Lychen as a sacrifical altar (to Aterika’Kaal) (but he's also kind of the sacrifice)

my @secret-samol gift for @bronanlynch! for the Aterika’Kaal/Lyke prompt of „what if things had gone differently and Aterika'Kaal was still with Lyke“.

notes on this under the readmore!

AU

In this scenario Lyke would succeed in getting the heart of the Motherbeast in Episode 47 and while Alaway would notice & probably still call out to Aterika’Kaal the way he presumably did in canon, Lyke would be there and get to make a compelling case to Aterika’Kaal the likes of „If you stay with me I am going to feed you. I’ve taken care of you until now, I’ll keep doing that“ (argument supported by the fact he’s currently holding the heart of an incredibly powerful dead god). Aterika’kaal agrees and they barely escape through the Sanctum of the Stone Chorus portal. I think it's fun if Lyke then stays there after the hour described in the move is over, maybe knowing he can't convince Pickman & the others that what he's done is actually good, and fine, there's not even anything to worry about he has this totally handled, But yeah he then sets out from whereever in Sangfielle Aterika'Kaals domain is (Austin did say it was an actual place somewhere), and the rest of the Blackwick Group is left to wonder what the hell happened since Lyke just vanished! Alaway has possibly fucked off too after losing the heart. And them getting fired, the Carnival of Moted Light etc. would still happen (and I guess Chine would succeed at what they were doing since Lyke isn’t there?) and who knows if they’d take any action in finding Lyke after that! All that aside though, Lyke basically offers himself to feed on (through blood and/or energy) and to sustain that he keeps consuming(not literally eating) powerful objects/artifacts/resources and possibly eventually living things (I’d imagine he'd still take work as a „please deal with this weird shit for us“ person and when he has to kill a cursed beast or whatnot... might aswell feed Aterika'Kaal?) (What also plays into that decision, and is part of Lyke justifying this to himself, is that without him, Aterika’Kaal would become too powerful. So he aims to function as kind of a conduit & control the power intake so to speak. I think this probably doesn’t work for very long.) I think this eventually goes bad for him because it’s super taxing on his body and the whole deal kind of flips with Aterika’Kaal feeding/keeping HIM alive. He starts finding bodies in the domain again (alternatively, Aterika'Kaal gets better at hiding them because it knows Lyke doesn't particulary like it when it does that). Lyke probably gets stronger due to this power/magic wise, but also way more fragile (he's constantly anemic!). („I love you. I want us both to eat well.“ - Christopher Citro) („When I write of hunger I am really writing about love and the hunger for it, and warmth and the love of it and it is all one.“ M.K. Fisher) Notes: I put some resources Lyke’s canonically had in-game + some extra stuff in this picture (the arrow is a reference to Marn’s epilogue, the bugs are bugs (with possibly sinister connotations. If you want them to have those, it’s optional) and the fur is from the Ravening Beast). Another detail I came up with I might aswell tell you because otherwise noone might ever know: the ring with the blue stone is a gift from Es. Sketch Notes: 1. Lyke turning his head to kiss a rose / exposing his neck was one of my very first ideas/sketches I made while working on this, and I liked it too much to not include it. 2. This is supposed to be Aterika'Kaal giving Lyke a blood transfusion but it rather looks like it's feeding on him instead...! I like how the relaxed pose turned out. 3. I wanted to draw something smaller in a simpler style to fill the big canvas I was drawing these on (even though now I put them in separate files anyways...). The day I drew this I saw a tweet about a medieval monks sketchbook, so I was still thinking about that. I didn't even plan to color it originally but I ended up getting invested, haha

Inspired mainly by these 3 quotes: „KEITH: I’m a walking- I am a shrine to Aterika’Kaal.“ (Sangfielle 12: The Secret Ledger of Roseroot Hall Pt. 4) „KEITH: There's a version of dealing with Aterika'Kaal that ends with Lyke being satisfied that he rehabilitated a god or at least it looks […] like what he thinks Aterika'Kaal would have been before the YVEs showed up. That's probably his main retirement path, but it also might kill him instead.” (Sangfielle 47: Wax, Iron, and Ichor Pt. 4) „AUSTIN: As you’re fading, the last thing that you do is make this blood sacrifice to Aterika’Kaal. Your own blood.“ (Sangfielle 52: Six Travelers: Lyke)

#secret samol #sangfielle #friends at the table #fatt #rosa art #lye lychen #aterika'kaal #lyke #guy of all time btw this was such a joy to draw and think about #its so funny to me though because i almost put lyke/aterikakaal on my own prompt list but then for whatever reason didnt #and then i saw it on the spreadsheet (2) & was like 'man i hope someone picks them. i want to see this.' BUT IT WAS ME... IM SOMEONE.... #@ those 2 people (one is eliot bronanlynch. i know this) especially: i hope you enjoy!!!!!! @ everyone else you too ok : ) #the notes were in a pdf originally i didnt think id write so much. #i thought about making it bullet points maybe itd look neater on tumblr but i dont. want to... copy&paste it is... #this isnt the first time i painted digitally but it MAY be the first time ive had a good time with it #i used the twitter circle thing for the first and possibly last (until next secsam) time for this so i could post wips. for motivation #it worked : ) #cool to see my actual progress #fun fact about the quotes i added i spent like. a lot of time to look for a better one than the citro quote #because i straight up just do not like the poem its from. i am ripping it out of its context. but it still sounds nice. i folded eventually #the urge to ramble on the the tags........ i will overcome it now and post this #ARGH i forgot tumblr doesnt take transparency on large files well.... it just turns white #well ive made it dark now on the painting it looks better than white but the original was transparent. know this #im posting this kind of late. relatively. i JUST got back from work

[ladyfenring]

Henry Fielding, The History of Tom Jones, A Foundling

for @wildwren💛

#merry christmas wren! #i hope u like this wildly out of context quote from tom jones with our favorite short king #aethelwold #alfred #the last kingdom #sevenkingsmustdie #my edits

[mattodore]

#river dipping #every time i unlock my phone i get stuck for ten minutes just staring #anyway.............. hello nkjdfjdkfn #vanished friday night and then i've been SUFFERING #cramping like you would NAWTTTTTT believe #ever since then and haven't logged in to do anything other than read some quotes from literate passion which >:) i now have an epub for #so i'm going to read that soon i'm excited it's like 400+ pages i think so <3 #but god the amount of ibuprofen i've taken the last three days...... #the amount of SLEEP???? i've been getting??????????? insane #anyway. #i finished putting together a nav. post for mobile users but i like my pinned too much atm so for now it'll sit in my drafts #and i think my avpd is kinda getting to me so i'm having trouble getting myself to interact atm </3 #um. #so give me some time to check my activity and actually reply back #this post is fr just bc i don't want to leave anyone hanging but i'm also like. unwell atm kfdnjghkdnh #i will for sure be back sometime in like... the next day or two? #but for now i'm just going to stay offline for a bit #um. so like......... just don't be surprised if i'm pretty quiet in the tags on posts and stuff when i do? idk. i'm hoping the avpd is #just acting up bc i'm not feeling well? otherwise...... well. #f in the chat to pay respects #like i'll push my way through it anyway bc i've learned it's the only way to keep myself from having an Isolation Spell #but it's still pretty tough to do... anyway. love you all <3 miss you dearly MWAH #the disorders............ they're just winning out rn #.............also now you can see how long it normally takes me to type out the tags that i do. like yeah this took twenty minutes #i reread what i type a lot before i even think to hit post

[therighthandofvengeance]

“the last, best hope for peace?” I thought you said “the queerest place since Ancient Greece!”

#who are queue? what do queue want? #for once it’s not an incorrect quote #happy pride 🌈 #babylon 5 #b5 #the last best hope for peace #home away from home #for diplomats hustlers entrepreneurs and wanderers #just because you come to the station cisgender doesn’t mean you’re gonna leave it cisgender

[thefortysecondolive]

Ich bin fasziniert von deinem FdG Gifset aber ich verstehs nicht tbh 🙈 kannst du es mir erklären? I wanna understaaaand

omg yes for sure! It's a niche combo lol aber es hat mich nicht losgelassen

Also Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead ist mein Lieblingstheaterstück. Keine Ahnung wie bekannt es ist eigentlich, ich habe's mit 17 oder so in dem Englischunterricht gelesen als wir das Absurde studiert haben, also ich fange mal da an. Es geht um zwei Nebenfiguren aus Hamlet, die Hamlet am ende nach England schickt mit Briefen, die ihre eigenen Hinrichtungen f��rdern. Die müssen sich dann damit auseinandersetzen, dass sie das Ende erreicht haben und wirklich nie eine echte Chance darauf hatten, dass irgendwas anders läuft. ("There must have been a moment, somewhere, where we could have said—no. But somehow we missed it.")

Und diese Zitat ist das Letzte, was Rosencrantz sagt, und daraufhin verschwindet er von der Bühne — und Guildenstern, der so in seinen eigenen Gedanken vertieft ist, merkt es nicht mal.

Also das Zitat hatte ich sofort im Kopf, als ich die letzte Szene von FdG gesehen habe, also dieses "To tell you the truth, I'm relieved." Weil mir Adams hysterisches Gelächter am Ende irgendwie wirklich als Erleichterung vorgekommen ist. Also habe ich dann die GIFs gemacht und ich dachte, so würden sie vielleicht ein bisschen hoffnungsvoll wirken, und dann habe ich mich daran erinnert, dass das doch Ros's letzte line ist, und dann habe ich mir gedacht, huh, und was, wenn Adam doch jetzt wieder verschwindet, weil er Leo ohne das Geld nicht von Boris schützen kann?

Und dann habe ich die Stage Direction hinzugefügt. Nur dass es mir gar keinen Sinn gemacht hatte, nur "GUIL" dazulassen, also ich habe auch dann "LEO" reingetan (was übrigens auch passt, von den beiden würde ich sagen, dass Adam mehr wie Rosencrantz ist und Leo mehr wie Guildenstern).

#I hope this makes any sense at all! #TL;DR it's a quote from an English absurdist play that I adore #And remembering that it's the last thing Ros says before he literally just disappears made me think thoughts about Adam also