domino glazer ... google doc ✦ pinterest ✦ spotify
her walls are up — it’s all a facade ... say hello to the wildcard.
this is just the og app .. need to put it somewhere !!
\̲\̲ jodie comer, cis woman + she / her ] ⠀★ , no way, haven’t you ever heard of domino glazer? perhaps you know them best as wildcard spotted under new york's city lights, i’ve heard they’re a blackjack dealer & croupier at the halcyon / soldier that’s protected by the morenos, spilled blood for loyalty is thicker than water. the rumour goes that the thirty year old is known to be enigmatic and volatile, yet deft and adaptable. it’s wrath that’s their biggest vice, but hey, what do i fuckin’ know? their favourite song on the job is blue monday by new order and are never seen without a weathered polaroid of a tightrope walker beaming from great heights, hard to believe in superstition in such a godless city. ask the right people and they’ll tell you that they remind them of: studying a reflection unfamiliar in the remnants of a smashed mirror as you embody the elegant poise and echo the saccharine tone of an old hollywood starlet gracing the screen of a tiny black-and-white television ; rusted can tipped on its side — potent trail creeping up on a lone house swallowed whole by the glow of dastardly flames ; hand-bound notebook penned with aliases and elaborate prosopographies tucked beneath a floorboard concealed by an ornate rug rich in ruby & gold / amy dunne (gone girl), jack wilder (now you see me), debbie ocean (ocean’s 8), sarah manning (orphan black). so whatever you do, and may vengeance have mercy on you, do not fuck with them.
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I am sorry I am just super intrigued about the whole Darion giving free will to the hivemind of Death Knights thing, please tell me where I can read about this or anything, I really love this dude and know so little about him 😭
Blizzard doesn't like elaborating on death knights ever and often times forgets nearly every aspect of death knights, so there isn't exactly this clear and concretely stated event for this, it's more of just "this is how it has to be because that's the rules of the world they made."
Because there's Domination between The Lich King -> Subordinates and there Domination between Death Knights -> "lesser"-intelligent undead (specifically thinking of Lurid, Thassarian's skeleton here), it's basically necessity to extrapolate that Domination is enforced by hierarchy, and how it makes no sense that it would be only The Lich King that would Dominating everyone, especially because some death knights were under Kel'thuzad's command (some specifically ONLY under Kel'thuzad's command, such as the Four Horsemen), and Kel'thuzad has a wide berth of Domination skills and he consistently does it to the living in all three of his raid fights.
Per the Chronicles, Darion was the right hand of the Lich King, which makes him out to be in a position equal to Kel'thuzad. That is a position that I doubt he could have and maintain without a power level equal to Kel'thuzad, and as such, Darion had double the health as every racial leader in Wrath of the Lich King. And, as such, with Domination working on a hierarchy, and Darion having control of an entire citadel and those who work out of it, it is far more likely that Darion was personally enforcing the Domination of the death knights.
That's not to reduce the role The Lich King plays, as he is constantly whispering in your ear in the Death Knight starting zone, but there's no way that he has the time to micromanage every ghoul when he has an army with tens if not hundreds of thousands of undead that needs to be reined in.
In the Death Knight manga, we see Thassarian's point of view of the second Battle of Light's Hope, where he is very much still in the position of "The Lich King is good" while Darion and The Lich King fight. Considering how Darion unwaveringly pledges all his knights and everything turns out fine from this without any discussion between the knights, the most simple answer is that Darion manually freed them all and was vehemently keeping them free. From We Ride Forth:
Thassarian's questline in WOTLK also sheds some light on this, as The Lich King says this upon seeing him:
this sentence makes no sense if The Lich King still had some control over the knights, and the death knights largely aren't capable of resisting him, considering that even Darion, the strongest death knight period, without his righteous anger, can't stop a Bolvar who has never exercised this power from Dominating his body, again from We Ride Forth.
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Writing Practice??
Y'know, there aren't very many writing drills that I do, but if I'm bored I will do random writing practice, and today I stood in a lot of lines, sooo
I thought I'd share! Even though this little blurb doesn't have anything to do with any of my wips, it is still part of my process, and it's my blog I'm gonna subject you to the bits of narration I wrote today 👺
It's unfinished, unedited, boring, mediocre, and authentic! I think that's something that is important to share. I'm not like, a big-shot author by any means, but I know there are people who like what I create, and get inspired to create from reading my fics (and that means everything to me, it makes me really emotional just to think about 🥲), and I think it's important when you're in a position like that to show the mediocre, the unpolished, the things that you aren't proud of, because in all honesty, most of what I write is absolute unusable garbage! And that's okay!
Anyways, the writing is below the cut!
After feebly (read unsuccessfully) trying to figure out if Hellevator had different ride cycles, they took to using their phone timer. The only thing that *could* be different was the time the ride waited before launching up, and the time that the ride waited before dropping.
It was a good pastime while they cooled off, and waited for the tiny nibblings of food they'd consumed to settle before catching another ride. They wanted to hit the new one at some point, and maybe (finally) catch a ride on the drop tower in question, but for now, to ease their drop tower anxiety, they would time it.
Operations were slow, and time between cycles was long, so they found themselves waiting a significant amount of time.
All things considered though, the park wasn't too busy. Definitely nowhere to sit, but that didn't matter too much.
For the second time in a row, the ride dropped after eleven seconds. They would wait one more time though, just to make sure.
If the log flume was open, the cooling off thing would have been a lot easier, and a lot quicker. Just grab a ride and you're soaked, but it hadn't opened for the season yet.
They thought about the other rides they wanted to hit. Kettle Creek Mine Ride was the only coaster worth riding (that was open anyway), and it definitely wasn't something they wanted to miss.
That made their current list Hellevator, Kettle Creek Mine Ride, and the new flat ride they'd added this year.
The new ride stuck out like a soar thumb, sleek and colourful in a park full of old charm. That didn't matter too much though. It looked like a cool ride. Each car fit a single rider, and after watching it cycle a few times earlier in the day, it looked pretty intense. The bright purple, orange, and pink gave it a mystical, almost fire-like glow in the beating sun.
Another cycle of Hellevator, another elevens seconds, and they knew all that they needed to. They were still gonna put it off, but that was a later issue. For now, they were gonna check if that new ride was open.
It wasn't. They'd have to check back in later.
So they rode SBF Visa Figure Eight coaster, which had much more kick than anything by SBF Visa should. It was themed to ladybugs, and they wondered who's idea it was to theme hell itself to something as innocent as a cute insect.
Intense was not the right word for the coaster. It wasn't intense, it was uncomfortable. For a 2018 addition, it had no right to be as rough as it was, nor did a ride without over the shoulder restraints have the right to have a head banging problem.
After leaving the satan-spawned hunk of metal behind, they passed Hellevator again (no they didn't, they just chickened out of riding it... again), and got in line for Kettle Creek Mine Ride. A backseat ride was about the closest thing to a solid coaster experience as they were getting.
Just to their right stood the glorious, beautiful, wild wooden coaster. She was gorgeous, and easily the best attraction at the tiny amusement park. Maybe the best in all of of western Canada.
But it wasn't operating that day, so they were stuck with the tiny mine train. The line of which moved at a snail's pace.
That's what happened when coasters only run one train. The only redeeming factor was the single position lap bars, allowing for some killer ejector if you got lucky enough to sit in the back.
To make matters even more irritating, the group behind them knew absolutely nothing of what they were talking about.
They tried to be patient with people who didn't know better, they really did. The three guys behind them were intimidated by rides meant to look intimidating. Where was the harm in that?
It still got under their skin though. Maybe it was the heat, the sun laid a thick sheet of warmth on the back of their neck like an unwanted breath, that was probably the real reason they were annoyed. Alas, the guys blabbered on about how The Beast was a ride to be feared, when it was arguably less intense than the coaster they were in line for.
Luckily for them, being a single rider not only cut their time in line short, but also landed them their favourite seat. Maybe being at a park full of people who aren't enthusiasts was a good thing. Listening to people calling a flat ride a coaster? Annoying sure, but in the grand scheme, sitting in the back was well worth it.
With a whole one of their goal rides behind them, they were a little discouraged. Hellevator wasn't getting less nerve-wracking, and the new ride, newly discovered to be named Sky-something-or-other, still wasn't operating.
They took a seat near the restaurant, in the shade, but also in a spot where they couldn't see either attraction. They were starting to doubt they were ever gonna get to Hellevator. Maybe it was just a ride that they needed a friend for. Maybe that wasn't something to be ashamed of.
It wasn't a safety issue. They knew everything about the intimin drop tower that stood before them. It was the anticipation that killed them.
Sitting, waiting for the ride to launch up, and then sitting, waiting for the ride to drop.
If there was none of that, they'd be fine! Somewhere not so far back in their mind, they understood that it wasn't all that different from a lift hill.
Except on a lift hill, you know exactly how much further you have to go before you drop. Even knowing the amount of time it took to launch on Hellevator, they couldn't count reliably enough to eradicate the "oh my god, when's it gonna drop?" thorn in their brain.
They would come back another time, and ride Hellevator with a hype man. Yeah. That would work. A hype man who could count to eleven consistently.
With that, they were left to rerides, or maybe food? They were finally starting to cool down enough to actually feel hungry.
And in all honesty, with the new ride still not operating and the wooden coaster down for maintenance, they didn't really have much interest in rerides anyway. Maybe it was time to wrap it up? Grab some mini donuts and call their ride?
Their ride was still an hour away, go figure.
They watched The Beast cycle. The line was significantly longer than the twenty minute wait they'd been in earlier in the day. If they had one piece of advice for people coming to this park for the first time, it would be to hit The Beast first, because no matter how long the line is at opening, it would triple by the end of the day.
The Beast was easily the best flat ride at the park, no questions asked. It was worth a ride, just maybe not a two hour wait to get on.
It was a pendulum ride, one of their favourite models. They never understood what made pendulum rides scary to the general public, even back when they weren't an enthusiast. To them, it was barely different from a big swing. The sensation of the air hitting their face, the slight floater airtime when you reach the highest point, it just wasn't a particularly rough or fast ride.
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