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nightsky-blush · 2 months
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Yandere Sorcerer x Princess Reader
Tw for yandere themes and some stalking elements
The kingdom has a royal sorcerer, and he’s getting on in age. He takes on an apprentice who will replace him. When the new, handsome apprentice arrives at the castle, you’re instantly interested in him. 
As the youngest princess, you have a little more freedom than your older siblings, and have time to visit the new apprentice. 
He’s tall and has a sharp jaw and cheekbones, dark hair that reaches his chin. He has deep brown eyes, elegant eyebrows and a soft, low voice. He's only a little older than you, and although he seems quiet and serious, he always smiles kindly at you. 
You've always been curious about magic, but never been allowed to learn it. He indulges your questions and lets you watch him work, and even teaches you a few simple charms as long as you keep it a secret. 
The two of you become good friends, but it's not long before he starts to feel more for you. You're smart and beautiful, and he can't help picturing you in his arms, even though as a princess, it’s impossible for you two to be together. There's no way your parents would let you marry below your station. 
But the longer he knows you, the less he can imagine letting you go. He uses scrying spells to watch you bathe, commands mice in the castle to bring him scraps of your clothing, laces your dreams with images of him. He can't help but imagine your soft body pressed against his, his long, thin fingers exploring every inch of your skin. 
So when your father reveals that he’s picked a husband for you, he flies into a panic. You belong with him, someone who truly knows and loves you, not some random royal who you’ll only marry for political reasons. 
He’ll do anything, even venture into dangerous dark magic, if it means the two of you can be together. 
And it seems like he might have to do just that. 
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nemfrog · 1 year
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A hand with with wings holds a pen to write "socialism" on the sky. Light breaks through the clouds. The Masses. February 1912.
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herotune · 3 months
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to be clear i tag posts abt p4lestine/sud4n/the c0ngo for my own reference so i can come back to the resources/links later and i figured since people can block words within posts and not just in tags now anyone who is determined to ignore what's going on in the world can just do that. if You DO do that i think youre a heartless coward. btw. and i do not tag my posts for you.
i censored the words above so you can't blacklist this post, at least.
if you wont find SOME way to help others in the world and choose deliberately to ignore it i do feel you are complicit. we all have a moral obligation to do everything in our power to prevent gen0cide. the LEAST you can do is not ignore what's going on.
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foone · 2 months
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We keep finding space stations, and we don't know why yet.
Most are in orbit around planets, but plenty more are orbiting moons, stars, the odd black hole, or just floating in deep space.
Their age varies, some are so old that just getting close enough to dock makes them shatter like glass, others are so recently constructed that the lights are still on and the reactors are still fueled. All are empty of any life or robots smarter than a roomba.
The ones orbiting planets are orbiting dead worlds, or living worlds where nothing on them is smart enough to launch a space station.
The stations in deep space are weirder. The most information came from the one by Epsilon Eridani. A massive installation, it had docking rings for hundreds of vessels, all empty. It was in remarkable shape for how old it was (from the unrepaired micrometeorite impacts, we estimate it has been abandoned for about 3000 years), so we were able to access a lot of information from its main computer. We found the coordinates of several home planets, and visited them all. All were dead, empty, or in one case, simply missing. The star was still there, the other uninhabitable planets mentioned in the databanks were there, but their homeworld? Gone. No debris or expanding gas cloud, it's just missing.
And that's the thing: if we found space stations along with abandoned ruins of ground-based installations, that'd make sense. If we met dozens of living races, amongst a few empty satellites of long dead races, that'd also be expected. But this is all the evidence we're not alone in the universe we've found.
We've sent probes to over half the stars in this galaxy and visited hundreds in crewed spacecraft, but the empty space stations are the only evidence of alien life. Every planet is either a sterile husk, a gas giant, or a vibrant living world with nothing smarter than a giraffe living on it. Oh, there's strange life forms of every kind! But none of them seem sapient, certainly not sapient enough to build a space station.
Where is everyone? We've been asking that question since we first understood the Drake Equation and the Fermi paradox, but the question has taken on a new form as we've gone to the stars and found endless empty houses in the sky.
It's the difference between looking at an empty desert and walking through an abandoned city. In both cases, there's a silent emptiness, but in the latter case, it seems to contain a sinister element. This place is empty, but it shouldn't be. Something made it empty, and we haven't found out why yet.
We keep looking, and keep listening to the echoes of our own footsteps in the silent habitats.
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stardustemotions · 9 months
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I used to think communication was the key until I realized, comprehension is. You can communicate all you want with someone but if they don't understand you, it's silent chaos.
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feral-ballad · 3 months
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Alejandra Pizarnik, tr. by Yvette Siegert, from The Most Foreign Country; “Sky”
[Text ID: “I don’t know whether to think about the sky or you”]
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sky-scribbles · 6 months
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Thinking about Gale's spellbook.
Not the old one, the one he carried when he was Gale, the Wizard of Waterdeep - a gorgeous, leather-and-silver bound thing that bulged with a lifetime's worth of accumulated knowledge. There were spells in there penned over wine and cheese with Elminster; in a flow state that bordered on the spiritual after a night with Mystra, remembering her instruction, the feel of her soul against his. That spellbook was the testament to his success, the proof that he had excelled beyond the excellent -
And then Mystra cut him off from the Weave, and it all become meaningless.
His own runes, rendered incomprehensible; beautiful spell-glyphs that turned from condensed power and knowledge to worthless pieces of art. He has to start anew, from the ground up - reforging his connection to the Weave without Mystra's guidance (without her, without), relearning schoolboy spells. Humiliatingly easy magic, the kind he used to do like it was breathing, except this time he has to study and work and try and try, Tara urging him on with firm but gentle words.
He learns different spells, now. Mage Armour, Shield, Magic Missile. Not the kind of spells that he'll ever need on a day-to-day basis; spells that'll keep him alive long enough when he makes an exodus to the depths of the Underdark, or the centre of some desert wastes, and goes supernova.
The new spellbook is a plainer thing, small enough to fit in a robe pocket (because extradimensional storage spaces are no longer things he can make with a thought). And then he's snatched by a Nautiloid, and... honestly, he'd swear that the spine just wants to hold onto blood-spatters, no matter how many times he cleans them out. The pages get spotted from all the times he's had to flick them open in driving rain; the corners get creased from being shoved in and out of his robes.
And absolutely nothing can protect it from the unstoppable force of his friends.
Karlach nearly sends the whole thing up in flames one night by gesticulating a bit too wildly. Wyll laughs too hard one night and sprays wine all over Gale's new notes on Abjuration. Scratch picks up the entire thing and runs off with it when Gale's back is foolishly turned, and it's only a stern talking-to from Halsin that saves the whole thing from becoming a chew toy.
Smiley cat faces, doodled on the pages in Yenna's untidy hand. A helpful comment from Karlach on the Fireball page: 'AKA FUCK YEAH LET'S GO!!!!' A few lines of Wyll's perfect handwriting, a memento from a long discussion about how infernal energies could enhance fire magic; a few observations from Shadowheart on warding enchantments. Some terse comments on psionic magic from Lae'zel that Gale finds himself weaving into his Shields, and they do seem to hold up a little better now. (Other hands on his spellbook! Touching the pages he carries close to his heart! The man he was would never have believed it.)
He thinks of them all, as he writes new spells. Counterspell, because nothing will touch them. Spells that will carry his people from danger and shield them from harm. He watches Astarion pace before the fire one night and inscribes Sunbeam with a cold smile of promise to Cazador; he glowers at Mizora over the edge of the pages as he ponders what spells would be best suited to killing a devil.
A wizard's spellbook, Elminster told him once, is a reflection of their soul. Gale of Waterdeep's spellbook was a marvel; perfect and polished and resplendant. Untouched by any hands but his own.
Gale Dekarios's spellbook is battered and beloved, covered on every page with the fingerprints of his friends.
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tapakah0 · 7 days
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boyywithluv · 2 years
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nikswonderland · 1 year
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herotune · 6 months
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hey, re: this post on putting political pressure on israel, i just want to let everyone know that, if you're painfully shy on the phone like i am, you can call your representatives after hours, and it will guarantee you'll be able to leave a voicemail, instead of speaking to someone directly. keep in mind they're probably receiving a lot of messages, and you may not be able to leave a voicemail right away. i highly encourage you to try again the next day if that's the case, after they've had a chance to go through their messages during the day.
what's most important is that you raise your voice in support of palestine and ask for a ceasefire + demand they prevent this genocide.
the links on that post do have their own scripts, and i recommend having something in front of you to read from as well, again, if you have a lot of anxiety on the phone like i do. i'm going to share those links again here:
US Citizens
UK Citizens
Canadian Citizens
and, a reminder, from someone who's jewish: supporting palestine is not antisemitic. criticizing israel and naming it, and what it's doing for what it is: a fascist, colonial, apartheid state intent on genocide, is not antisemitic. what IS antisemitic is equating all jewish people, including jewish people who are palestinian, with the state of israel and the atrocities it has committed.
the fact people have the gall to say the genocide of palestinians is "combating antisemitism" is beyond horrifying and sickening, and especially so considering how many jewish people i know have been screaming and crying and begging this whole time for genocide to not be committed in our names.
if this were truly about combating antisemitism, people would listen to us. and it's infuriating how many people won't.
i'm making this post unrebloggable partly because i believe palestinians are really the people we should be listening to right now, and i do not want my words to take up more space than they need to. and i've also seen far too many jewish people face actual antisemitism from zionists over this, and i'm extremely wary of facing the same.
instead, i'm giving anyone reading this full permission to copy + repost all of this outright, if you'd like. just...don't claim you're jewish if you're not of course. feel free to alter this as you see fit.
we all must do everything we can to prevent genocide. and i also think we must do everything we can to keep up hope.
palestine will be free. and we must all do what we can to guarantee that.
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calamitaswrath · 7 months
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I have feelings about fantasy worlds
[ID: The "shoutout to women, gotta one of my favourite genders" meme edited to say "shoutout to unconventional fantasy world shapes, gotta be one of my favourite settings. I fw individual fantastical areas too if anyone was wondering". Several drawings and screencaps are edited in, such as the Discworld, Laputa from the Ghibli film Castle in the Sky, and the titans Bionis and Mechonis from Xenoblade Chronicles in the upper half. The lower half of the meme has has screencaps from Satorl Marsh and Valak Mountain from Xenoblade Chronicles and Sylvalum from Xenoblade Chronicles X edited in. End ID.]
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zvjezdana-the-writer · 3 months
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Somewhere in the clouds lays the answer to all my questions about love and life...
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stardustemotions · 9 months
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feral-ballad · 7 months
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Topaz Winters, from Portrait of My Body as a Crime I'm Still Committing; “50 Words for Snow”
[Text ID: “Oh, sweetheart. My foolish / hope. My sun-swallowed sky. / My spine & how it aches for you / again & again, swelling, brimming, / thick-as-honey sunflower static.”]
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manincaffeine · 7 months
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Sending & receiving sky and moon pics is a love language.
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