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familyabolisher · 11 months

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At the outset of H. G. Wells's The War of the Worlds (1898), Wells asks his English readers to compare the Martian invasion of Earth with the Europeans' genocidal invasion of the Tasmanians, thus demanding that the colonizers imagine themselves as the colonized, or the about-to-be-colonized. But in Wells this reversal of perspective entails something more, because the analogy rests on the logic prevalent in contemporary anthropology that the indigenous, primitive other's present is the colonizer's own past. Wells's Martians invading England are like Europeans in Tasmania not just because they are arrogant colonialists invading a technologically inferior civilization, but also because, with their hypertrophied brains and prosthetic machines, they are a version of the human race's own future.

The confrontation of humans and Martians is thus a kind of anachronism, an incongruous co-habitation of the same moment by people and artifacts from different times. But this anachronism is the mark of anthropological difference, that is, the way late-nineteenth-century anthropology conceptualized the play of identity and difference between the scientific observer and the anthropological subject-both human, but inhabiting different moments in the history of civilization. As George Stocking puts it in his intellectual history of Victorian anthropology, Victorian anthropologists, while expressing shock at the devastating effects of European contact on the Tasmanians, were able to adopt an apologetic tone about it because they understood the Tasmanians as "living representatives of the early Stone Age," and thus their "extinction was simply a matter of … placing the Tasmanians back into the dead prehistoric world where they belonged" (282-83). The trope of the savage as a remnant of the past unites such authoritative and influential works as Lewis Henry Morgan's Ancient Society (1877), where the kinship structures of contemporaneous American Indians and Polynesian islanders are read as evidence of "our" past, with Sigmund Freud's Totem and Taboo (1913), where the sexual practices of "primitive" societies are interpreted as developmental stages leading to the mature sexuality of the West. Johannes Fabian has argued that the repression or denial of the real contemporaneity of so-called savage cultures with that of Western explorers, colonizers, and settlers is one of the pervasive, foundational assumptions of modern anthropology in general. The way colonialism made space into time gave the globe a geography not just of climates and cultures but of stages of human development that could confront and evaluate one another.

The anachronistic structure of anthropological difference is one of the key features that links emergent science fiction to colonialism. The crucial point is the way it sets into motion a vacillation between fantastic desires and critical estrangement that corresponds to the double-edged effects of the exotic. Robert Stafford, in an excellent essay on "Scientific Exploration and Empire" in the Oxford History of the British Empire, writes that, by the last decades of the century, "absorption in overseas wilderness represented a form of time travel" for the British explorer and, more to the point, for the reading public who seized upon the primitive, abundant, unzoned spaces described in the narratives of exploration as a veritable "fiefdom, calling new worlds into being to redress the balance of the old" (313, 315). Thus when Verne, Wells, and others wrote of voyages underground, under the sea, and into the heavens for the readers of the age of imperialism, the otherworldliness of the colonies provided a new kind of legibility and significance to an ancient plot. Colonial commerce and imperial politics often turned the marvelous voyage into a fantasy of appropriation alluding to real objects and real effects that pervaded and transformed life in the homelands. At the same time, the strange destinations of such voyages now also referred to a centuries-old project of cognitive appropriation, a reading of the exotic other that made possible, and perhaps even necessary, a rereading of oneself.

John Rieder, Colonialism and the Emergence of Science Fiction

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alliebirb · 8 months

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a hc that i have now just accepted in my mind as fact is that tkb and yami bakura are separate.

tkb: the sole survivor of a senseless massacre, who has so much pent-up agony and rage toward everyone that fed off the death of his people, that it called to a primordial god to use his hatred in their plans for world extinction.

yami bakura: zorc, the blood magic remnants of the millennium items’ creation, and the last shreds of tkb’s vengeful fury shoved into a blender and pulsed until reaching a smooth, paté consistency.

#ramblings #does this partially stem from me finding tkb compelling while bakura is still a bit cringe?#yes #could i be hallucinating any and all differences between yami bakura and tkb and takahashi just intended them to be one and the same?#like yami and atem?#perhaps #am i also more of a tkb rights supporter because he’s beautiful?#absolutely #i cannot deny any of these claims #but i just think #the guy with such a tight tie to the story and good reason to hate the royal court #should not be lumped with the dude whose solution to stop its hand from moving was to stab it #but that’s just me #tkb #yami bakura

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creaturefeaster · 7 months

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what types of people exist in cq? are the only races already shown through the main characters?

Plenty more than what's shown.

You have humans, talpians (Gary/Rachel/host Cstab), blueple (Samantha/Elliot), plant people (host Ching), vixen (host Oxy), elves (host Holly), garbeators (host Hamburger), payans (Maja), orcs (host Jarna), fish people (host Rede)...

Were-animals (Vilmr/Zack) are often considered their own race, but irs circumstantial. Same with vampires (Bonnie).

Then, outside of what you've been shown, there are things like pixies: smaller, bug-aligned people, banshees: long and pale swamp-dwellers, thyll: close to talpians but dwell within caves and rocky structures rather than underground, treeple: slow-moving, humanoid ents, dracks: elemental reptile/dragon people, fawn: reclusive deer people, normals: unsettling race of people that mimic other races.

A few other notes:

If you havent noticed already, unicorns were not listed. They have been wiped to extinction, Jess & Penny being the last two (as far as they can tell) reproductive couple of their kind.

Fish people is also a broad term, as there's many races underwater, but very very few rise above the surface. The ones that do are usually the same kind as Rede's host, and are such a recent phenomenon to the overworld that they have no designated name.

Despite there only being a couple of blueple in the cast, world-wide they are actually the most abundant race of humanoid on the planet.

Talpians are a distant offshoot of orcs! Like, very distant, but they still typically carry their size and broadness to an extent, as well as some remnants of tusks. Gary lacks both the broadness and the tusks, because he's always had trouble eating enough (especially now during such a time of growth in his life), and royals typically have their tusks shortened.

Payans are an offshoot of humans, few and far between, and harbor visions of possible futures.

I think there's probably more out there, because it's a buzzing world that I still haven't covered every inch of, but those would be the ones that exist with certainty :3!

#brambleramble #if i had pictures of them all on hand I'd share #but alas i do not #some of these races... the last drawings i have of them are from like a decade ago 💀#i feel like im forgetting some stuff here #and also i feel like some of this info seems scrambled BUT!!!#im not gonna reread it im just gonna hit post and look away.

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dragonking10 · 2 years

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Lancaster Night at the Museum AU

(Summary: Jaune and Ruby lost their lives taking down Salem, with her gone the Grimm were too gone never to be created again and the world have found peace at last, many many years later the people in Remnant had made a museum with great details of history all over the place.

The place is filled with wax figures, T-Rex skeleton, mini Greek Roman Empire along with mini Cowboy figures, stuffed monkeys, a mummy in an egyptian coffin with a strange tablet, etc etc, but the one that stands out most of all was a new addition to the museum a wax figure of a knight in white and gold armor with Crocea Mors in one hand and a shield with gold Arc symbol on it in the other that wax figure is no other then Jaune Arc standing on a cliff facing the audience but he was missing something or someone in particular his lover Ruby Rose and in front their was a sign that reads:

"The Knight and The Rose Reaper, both great leaders that fought a long war in a young age against monsters called Grimm that was controlled by an immortal witch Salem, but together they smite the witch freeing the world from a great evil but it came with a heavy price and that price was their lives. Some might say they saved the world with their courage and leadership but what really won the war was their Love, their love for their friends and family, their love for humanity but most importantly their love for Each Other."

The strange tablet next to the mummy suddenly let out a glow one night and all of the museum props was coming to life but what noone knows is the souls of Jaune and Ruby were never put to rest as one soul suddenly fell from the heavens and landed inside of the wax figure of Jaune.

With Jaune now free to roam around the museum only at night searching for his love but stopped has he hears shouting and banging noises nearby, he follows the sound until he sees a night guard and a boy along with 3 strange looking people and 2 very tiny people on that strange helmet fighting a giant 3 headed snake made of stone and like a Hunstman he jumped in the fray saving the people from the stone beast.)

AFTER THE FIGHT

After slaying the headed stone snakes Larry and his son Nicky came to Jaune "Hey thanks for the help" Larry said, "That was awesome" Nicky said with excitement. Jaune put Crocea Mor in a shieth form and put on his hip turned around and took his helmet off shaking his head so his blonde hair isn't on hia face so can see "I'm happy to help, the name's Jaune Arc, Huntsman sworn to protect Remnant and all humanity" Jaune said extended his hand offering a handshake.

Larry shook his hand "I'm Larry a night guard of this museum and this is my son Nicky" Larry said introducing his son "It's nice to meet you" Nicky said shaking Jaune's hand, one of the wax figures and shakes Jaune's hand "Theodore Roosevelt President of United States of America" said Theodore,

Jaune was confused but smiled "I have no idea what that means" Jaune said. Jaune looked around and turned "So where am I?" Jaune asked "Why in the museum my boy" said Theodore, "I can see that but how did I get here? The last thing I remembered was Ruby and I taking down Salem and then a bright light came outta nowhere and the next thing I know I woke up in this place" Jaune said. "Perhaps I can answer that". Jaune and the others turned around and saw an egyptian prince Cat Faunus named Ahkmenrah coming in the room with the tablet in his hand but the gold tablet was slowly turning to stone.

After Ahkmenrah, Theodore and Larry explained Jaune was in disbelief trying to make sense of this "So let me get this straight my soul is linked to that tablet, I'm a wax figure of this museum and centuries has passed with the Grimm now extinct am I getting this right?" Jaune asked "That's pretty much the gist of it" Ahkmenrah said "That is a lot to take in" Jaune said

"I don't blame you, I should be dead by mummification but with this tablet's magic all of the museum have come to life and prevent my body from decaying, this tablet must have pulled your soul into your identical wax body" Ahkmenrah explained

Jaune was sitting down on chair trying take all of this info in. "So I'm forever bound to this museum as long as the tablet is fully functioned but wait that bright light was the tablet taking my soul does that also mean" Jaune thought before he turned to Ahkmenrah "Hey Ahkmenrah if that tablet took my soul then by any chance hace you seen Ruby?" Jaune asked hoping to see Ruby.

Ahkmenrah frowned and answered "I'm sorry young Jaune but as far as my knowledge goes it was only your soul that this tablet took", Jaune was devastated at the revelation "I'll never see Ruby again?" Jaune thought while he was thinking, Ahkmenrah turned to Larry and asked "Larry can I speak with you for a bit? It's an emergancy" "Sure" Larry said as Ahkmenrah was leading him away from the group.

Ahkmenrah revealed to him "Larry I fear that the tablet is losing it's magic if this tile is not fixed to the correct position by midnight then all of the museum will remain frozen and even as we speak I can feel myself slowly dying again." "Oh no that is not good, do you know how to fix it?" Larry asked concerningly "I asked my parents how and they told me only an Aura Amp with tremendous amounts of Aura can fix the tablet" Ahkmenrah explained but what they don't know is Jaune was eavesdropping their conversation and he was lost in thought

"If that tablet's magic wear out that means my soul can be put to rest and reunite with my love, I just need to find a way to get that tablet and destroy it somehow" Jaune thought.

Jaune suddenly came up with an idea and looks very guilty as he looks at Nicky "I'm so gonna hate myself for this but desperate times come desperate measures" Jaune thought as he went over to Nicky and grabbed him by the hood of his clothes " HEY WHAT THE-" Nicky said alarmed but was cut off as a sword was close to his neck threatening to slit his throat.

Everyone turned to see what happened and was alarmed but no more than Larry as he sees Jaune holding his son hostage "Give me the tablet and I promise the boy won't be harmed" letting go Nicky's hood and holding his hand out, Larry afraid for his son he grabbed the tablet and handed it to Jaune, "Thank you" Jaune said before pushing Nicky to Larry and took off out of the room heading towards the roof.

"QUICK AFTER HIM!!!" Ahkmenrah shouted and they all ran after him, after some time they finally caught him with him on the roof but stopped as they saw Jaune pointing his sword at them while holding the tablet threatening to drop it to the ground.

"Wait Jaune don't do it" Larry said holding his hand out and calmly inches over to Jaune slowly, "Stay back or I'll drop this damn thing" Jaune said "Look we can figure this ou-" but Larry was cut off as Theodore suddenly froze up and fell on the window on the roof, his lover Pocahontas kneeled down to check on him but too was frozen.

Ahkmenrah kneeled down holding on the rail as his body was decaying rapidly "Larry we're out of time" Ahkmenrah said with a weak voice Larry turned to Jaune and got closer "Listen to me if we don't fix that tablet every museum prop will die including you" Larry said, "A world without Ruby isn't a world worth living" Jaune said already accepting his upcoming death.

Suddenly a monkey named Dexter whined holding his chest pain before collapsing Nicky saw that and yelled out to his father "DAD!!!" Nicky said Larry turned around and noticed his little monkey friend was on the ground "DEXTER!" Larry yelled before quickly ran and kneeled down next to Dexter "Come on buddy stay with me you gotta stay with me" Larry said trying to help his friend, Dexter weakingly holding up his arm, Larry saw that and encouraged Dexter "You're gonna slap me? Go ahead you can do it" Larry said on the verge of tears but what ge didn't expect was Dexter wiping a tear off of Larry's face before hugging his hand closing his eyes forever.

Jaune saw that was filled with guilt and remorse "Oh Ruby what have I done?" Jaune thought Ruby wouldn't have wanted this. "I see now I know what I must do" Jaune said before walking to Larry, kneeled down and held out the tablet to him "Forgive me" Jaune said remorsefully.

Larry quickly grabbed the tile and fixed the tablet but it wasn't working "It's not working it needs aura and I don't have enough" Larry said before he noticed Jaune's hand grabbed the tablet and looked at Jaune "Then I will give it some of mine" Jaune said closing his eyes in concentration suddenly Jaune's hand started glow along with the tablet that also started to glow breaking out of it's stone prison looking good as new.

As soon as the tablet was healed all the museum figures was coming back to life, Ahkmenrah was back to full health and Dexter suddenly sat up, Dexter was happy that he's alive he quickly got up to his feet and jumped to Larry embracing him.

Jaune at the scene before looking at the sky with sadness thinking of Ruby suddenly his thoughts were interrupted has he felt a hand on his shoulder he turned his head and looked at Larry with Dexter on his shoulder "Hey you did the right thing I'm sure Ruby would be proud" Larry said Jaune smiled in appreciation for what Larry was trying to do but his words could not fill the void in his heart where his love was.

Some time later that night there was a party going on where all the museum props were having the time of their lives all except Jaune though he tapped his foot to the song that reminded him of his dance with his team back at Beacon but Jaune quickly thought of Ruby and every moment they spend together "Oh Ruby if only you were here" Jaune thought lost in his head in memory lane but was soon interrupted.

"JAUNE!" someone shouted, Jaune quickly opened his eyes he recognized that voice "JAUNE!" someone shouted again, he looked to whoever was shouting his name but was quickly shocked as the person who was shouting his name was no other then his lover Ruby Rose who was running towards him.

"Ruby?" Jaune said to himself hoping his mind wasn't playing tricks on him "JAUNE!" Ruby shouted, "RUBY!" Jaune shouted happily as he ran to Ruby, the two lovers quickly ran to each other and hugged to each other never wanting to let go.

After some time they stopped hugging but they never let go as they were staring into eachother's eyes Jaune lifted his hand and put it on Ruby's face his thumb touching her cheek and Ruby leaned into his touch holding his hand in place. "I thought I'd never see you again" Jaune said Ruby took Jaune's head in her hands and slowly pulled him closer as their forheads touched "And I you" Ruby said before they slowly pulled each other in for a long kiss as the two lovers were reunited.

As the day light came the audience came to see the knight in the museum but noticed something different as they see two wax figures of Jaune and Ruby frozen in place holding on to eachother in an embrace staring at eachother with a smile on their faces and love in their eyes.

HOPE Y'ALL LIKE IT SORRY FOR THE CONFUSION I SUCK AT WRITING

#lancaster museum au #rwby lancaster #lancaster #jaune x ruby #ruby x jaune #jaune arc x ruby rose #ruby rose x jaune arc #jaune arc #ruby rose #lancaster4life

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megamindsupremacy · 1 year

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Star Wards Fic Recs (Part 7)

Parole Officer Fulcrum Steals Three Million Babies by phoenixyfriend

Fulcrum smiles, so cheery that her eyes almost disappear with it. “A ghost gave me a mission, and I’m here to fulfill it.”

“A ghost,” Obi-Wan repeats, doubt in every word.

Fulcrum nods, completely ignoring the energy of his suspicion. “I’m here to play parole officer for Skyguy.”

“Parole officer?” Obi-Wan demands. His anxiety is palpable. “What—Anakin got arrested?!”

“I didn’t,” Anakin immediately denies.

its called a flush by deniigiq

“Word is that you’ve shacked up with Boba Fett, Mando.”

That tone sent shivers unrelated to the water down Din’s spine. The urge to lash out filled his lungs, but he pushed back on it.

“You two have history,” he said as evenly as he could.

He turned and found the Jedi’s face completely void of emotion. His eyelashes were darker, though. Din could see them clearly even from across the river.

“Do not bring him here,” the Jedi said.

(Din tries to make a family. Now if only the new members didn't hate each other.

those immortal dead by notbecauseofvictories

I care more for that long age which I shall never see than for the little of Time that I hold

Padmé Amidala is forgotten, not gone.

wonderterror by peradi

Anakin Skywalker is the son of the Force.

He’s half human and half something monumental.

What does that make his children?

The Skywalkers aren't entirely human. Here's what that means.

The massive machinery of hope by killbothtwins After the end of the war with the Empire, Obi-Wan wakes up in his twelve-year old body. Now all he needs to do is convince everyone he's psychic, trick his Master into taking him on before he's sent to Bandomeer, redeem a few bad guys, and try not to have a nervous breakdown. Pretty easy. It's not like the Sith are lurking on the horizon, waiting to devour the Jedi Order.

heavy blue by thedisasternerd

Wherein I explore characters, identities, and specifically the darker - if you could say that - side of one commander Cody.

Vod’e An by Triscribe

Have you ever seen a time traveler dropped into the middle of someone else's butterfly effect? How about several dozen someones? AKA I nabbed all my fave clone troopers and sprinkled them into a much happier galaxy, with a touch of violence on top. As a treat.

The Legend of Liob by killbothtwins

The Republic sends a combat photographer to be attached to the 212th until further notice, citing the need for a morale boost. The clones make up a fake clone, citing the absolute fact that it is very funny. Somehow, these two things save the galaxy.

Light of the Mists by SnowyEgret(Snowy1138)

The ship traveling to Bandomeer suffers a catastrophic engine failure and destroys any chance of Obi-Wan becoming Qui-Gon's Padawan. Crashed alone on a world devoid of sentient population, Obi-Wan’s survival hangs in the balance. As he learns to navigate his new circumstances, he comes across the remnants of an extinct sect of Force-users that may hold the key to destroying the Sith before they reveal themselves.

Or, the Force is weird, Obi-Wan becomes an unconventional Padawan taught by strange holocrons and might just save the Galaxy one day.

Fishhooks by yellow_caballero

When Boba’s runaway teenage Mandalorian rumspringa is interrupted by a genetic defect “younger sister”’s last ditch attempt to save her own life, his plans for freedom are completely ruined. If freedom is even possible for clones like them - if Jango Fett would ever allow it.

In which Jango discovers why you shouldn't get mail-order children for three easy payments of $19.99.

watch it grow, child of woe by afearsomecritter (jsaer)

In which the Kaminoans decide to test their new reconditioning technique on Jango Fett six years into the contract. There are unforeseen consequences.

They are not people, The Voice Says, unyielding.

If they are not people, he thinks, he snarls, am I?

#mads posts #fic recs #fic rec list #star wars fic recs #star wars fic rec list #whoops accidentally did 11 on this one #pretend its ten like usual #i swear i can do math

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burnwater13 · 11 months

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Grogu wondered what people did who didn’t have someone like the Mandalorian in their life? Who protected them? Who made sure they were safe and fed and cared for? Who battled away bounty hunters? Or the Imp remnants? Who kept the mamacores from eating them?

That seemed like a lot of problems to have to solve all on your own if you didn’t have a Mandalorian. Grogu was very grateful for Din Djarin. He wished, as silly as it seemed, that the other younglings had been assigned a Mandalorian protector. Mandalorians really cared about younglings.

He supposed he was being a bit unfair to the Jedi. They had tried. Grogu was proof of that. It just made him very sad that they hadn’t been more successful. Din Djarin seemed to handle these problems like they were just another day of battling bad people. Which made Grogu think of a whole different issue.

How was it that Mandalorians had to get so good at fighting? What was so precious or great or valuable where they were from that everyone learned how to protect themselves and each other? Grogu knew that the beskar was important and Mandalore had been loaded with the stuff. But Mandalorians didn’t sell it. They just used it for their armor.

But before they used it for armor it was just ore and rock and stuff stuck in the ground. Mandalorians fought the Jedi and everyone else before then. They just did it with less great armor. Once they had the beskar it made them more successful, but it didn’t teach them to fight.

Grogu remembered that Kuiil had made some mention of the great mythosaur and that it was an impressive and kind of scary critter. Grogu had seen the emblems that were reportedly shaped like the mythosaur. Mandalorians associated themselves with the critter. Grogu wondered if that was why they had become such good protectors. It was hard to say. He didn’t know enough about mythosaurs.

Were Mythosaurs huge or just scary? Did they hunt in packs or were they stealthy loaners? What was it about a mythosaur that caused Mandalorians to respect the critter? He just couldn’t tell. Which was disappointing.

Bo-Katan and almost all the rest of the people Grogu had ever met seemed to think that Mythosaurs were either extinct or imaginary. Except Kuiil. The Ugnaught had known something. Grogu had sensed it. Ugnaughts did a lot of practical work for the Empire because they were both good at work and because the Empire was better at subjugating people than folks gave them credit for most days.

Like Mandalorians, Ugnaughts were very family focused. As Kuiil had said, he had to work day and night to free his people from Imperial oppression. He just did it by building things, not fighting other people. Grogu could respect that. Both sides of every fight had people get hurt. Sure some of them were like Moff Gideon and deserved whatever they got, but a lot were like Cara and Kuiil and were caught on a side when the fight began.

Kuiil had managed to survive and free his people and that was a good thing. Anyone being saved from the Empire was a good thing. Which is why Grogu wondered if Kuiil’s work for the Empire had brought him to Mandalore at some point of time. He knew a lot about Mandalorians, but why? He’d never heard any of the other Mandalorians talk about Ugnaughts.

Maybe Kuiil had seen a mythosaur… or saw the information from some sensor or scientific device? Or read the ancient stories that were present somewhere on the planet and realized that mythosaurs were real. Which meant that Mandalorians had to be brave and strong and caring.

They had to care about everyone. Because a critter that could survive what had been done to Mandalore would give any people a reason to fight for their survival. Perhaps that was the key to having Din Djarin. If you grew up knowing that everyday could be your last, you just valued things differently. You valued people differently.

Grogu still wished that every youngling could have a Mandalorian protector. It was good to have someone in your life who cared that you were safe and sound.

#calendar prompt a day #the mandalorian #grogu #din darjin #Kuiil

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arwen-winchester · 1 year

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About ‘The Witcher: Blood Origin’ from the lore perspective

This - probably extremely poor-attempted - quick analysis contains spoilers from the books’ version of the witcher lore by Andrzej Sapkowski and latest Witcher-verse abomination from Netlix

So you’ve been warned.

Let set the stage of the drama.

ACT ONE:

The entirety of ‘The Witcher’ saga is a story based on relations between races and relations beetwen them.

(In one word the book’s version story is about racism)

At the beggining these said races are mostly gnomes, dwarves, elves and human. In the books there are always unicors - but about them later.

Gnomes and dwarves were - as was said in the books - indigenous inhabitants of the Continent.

I’m gonna talk about monsters in further part of this analisys or maybe in another note.

ACT TWO:

Elves originated in ANOTHER WORLD. Before the Conjunction of the Spheres elves were able to travel between worlds. How? Enter unicors. Elves couldn’t open Ard Gaeth - The Doors/Gates of the Worlds - on their own. To do that they needed help. And unicorns had the ability to easely open/close those Gates.

At this time there were one single tribe of elves. During the Conjunction elven abilities slowly faded and they devided themselves in to groups or tribes! Aen Seidhe had stayed in the Continent world. The other tribe had become Aen Elle - which later turned into The Wild Hunt.

For regaine the ability of between-world-travelling elven scientists created Hen Ichaer, The Elder Blood. The Elder Blood’s the genetic material ceated by mixing of the genes of elves and unicorns.

ACT THREE:

Conjuction of the Spheres

This huge cataclysmic long-lasting event brought elves, human and monters into the Continent. This event forced elves into magical science experiments with the mix of the genes of elves and unicrorns (Hen Ichaer) and brought people and other creatures into unending war. And human to create first monster hunter known as The First Witcher

ACT FOUR:

THE BLOODLINE

Far before the main story there were four important caracters in the books. The Elven mages - Aen Saevherne - Avallac’h, Auberon Muircetach, Shiadhal and Eredin Breacc Glass. All of them were injected with genetic mix that turned later into The Elder Blood, Hen Ichaer.

Two of them - Shiadhal and Auberon Muircetach - had a baby girl, Lara Dorren, first in line of ‘Lara’s gene’, a natural born carrier of powerful magical genetic material. Lara was supposed to marry Avallac’h, but she’d fallen in love with human mage - Cregennan of Lod.

Their doughter was Riannon, born with the last breath of her mother, adopted and raised by queen Cerro of Redania. She was queen of Temeria during Falka’s uprising. Mother of Fiona (only survivg childand first queen of Cintra with Lara’s gene) and Amavet (father of the next Cintra’s queen). Foster mother of Adela, Falka’s bastard doughter.

As a result of many generation of Royal Family of Cintra princess Cirilla was born.

Fun Fact: The Lara’s gene is active in the female-only-line. Males could be carriers, but the gene is inactive and became extinct in two, maybe three generations. The grandparents of princess Cirilla were Calanthe (with barely exinting activator in her genetic material) and Roegner (who in this case was the carrier of almost extinct remnants of the Hen Ichaer genetics).

ACT FIVE:

Creation of the first Witcher

The people responsible for creation of The First Witcher were Alzur and his lover Lylianna, renegade mage from Temeria and sorceress intrested in mutation. They’d tried to create monter hunter but failed multiple times, most of the were spectacular. The First Witcher was a young orphan boy adopted by said mage. That boy was put into a series of magical Trials and Changes. And this time it was a success. the key element of the witcher cretion was youth.

And now crème de la crème - the comparison of the Lore and ‘Witcher: Blood Origin’

1. There was no clans in the elven society. They were devide into classic society structure. And ther’re the first occupiers of the lands that previously belonged to gnomes or dwarves.

2. Ithlinne was Aen Saevherne (The Knowing Ones) - a high-born and elven powerful mage. Not a peasant girl working in the inn in the middle of nowhere in far north of the Continent.

3. The First Witcher were createed out of a young orphan boy with magic and a lot of mutagenic herbs, not an adult elven-male warrior and other-worldly monster’s heart.

4. WITCHERS ARE STERIL!!! That means they cannot have kids. And the show impled that Eile and Fjall’s child was conceived after him changing into the witcher.

5. The elves travelled between worls WITHOUT monoliths. this addition to the main show was the most outrages thing ever happened in the fantasy plot.

6. In the main show Vesemir needed special magical flowers, Ciri’s blood and Tris help with incantation to even attempt to create that mutagenic potion and in the ‘Blood Origin’ all they need was two mages and monter’s heart

TL;DR: The showrunners of the Netflix’s Witcher-verse graduated Stephen Moffat’s Show Writting University. And in comparison to other Witcher’s properties this is the biggest pile of dragon shit I’ve ever seen.

#the witcher #Witcher: Blood Origin #netflix witcher #know the lore

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victusinveritas · 6 months

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Patrick Pearse spent much of the last summer of his life (1915) in Rosmuck, Connemara with his brother Willie and a friend named Desmond Ryan.

It was a relaxed holiday although Pearse found the time to write one of Ireland's most famous speeches - 'Ireland unfree shall never be at peace,' spoken at the graveside of O'Donovan Rossa and considered by many as a key moment in the lead up to the Easter Rising.

Ryan recalled the summer fondly:

"The next day we proceeded to Rosmuck by train, or rather part of the way, for Rosmuck lies nine miles from a railway station, and we had a long drive by side-car through granite and peat from Maam Cross Station over winding, peak-screened roads.

It was a stirring view along those serpentine roads, ever winding and twisting to avoid the bog.

The horse trotted bravely while an O’Malley drove, and Pearse explained what famous people the O’Malleys were in Connemara.

All the while, bluish granite mountains soared and all around spread the peat-bogs starred by the tiny lakes, each with a local name and every name known to Pearse, who declared for the hundredth time he could find his way blindfold on any road in Connacht.

The Twelve Bens came in sight and Pearse waved his hand here and there over the land, naming lake, mountain and district away to the Joyce Country under its purple mist.

He told us many stories he had learned from the people.

Away there on that gloomy mountain yonder a stranger had lived for years, coming suddenly in the night from nowhere, henceforth a hermit, perhaps doing a penance of solitude and silence for some deed of blood.

We passed a peculiar green building of corrugated iron, a Protestant Church, [Screebe?] and then Pearse remembered that many years before the Bible Societies had carried out a proselytising campaign, and even in 1915 a small remnant of the Irish-speaking Protestant colonies still survived.

Once on his rambles, Pearse had met one of the members, an old man up in a cottage among the hills who opened his Gaelic Bible, read it aloud and argued with Pearse for an hour until the old man’s daughter came in and told her father that he had no manners and that he did not know how to treat a learned man who knew enough Irish and enough Bible to make up his mind for himself, and the attempted conversion of Pearse went no further.

A lonely letter-box on a post at a crossroads led Pearse to tell of the extravagant family, long bankrupt and extinct, who had had the box erected as a monument to their exclusiveness, recklessness and pride.

A barracks rose beside the rattling wheels and Pearse knew that the sergeant within was a crusty and cantankerous fellow companioned by six splendid constables, enthusiastic Irish speakers who spent their time in shooting wild ducks, fishing and studying with zeal the poems of Eoghan Ruadh O’Sullivan.

The car stopped at the schoolmaster’s house and Patrick Connolly welcomed Pearse warmly. His wife came out too.

Inside like startled birds, the four daughters of the schoolmaster retreated from our gaze while their mother laughed and said they would grow out of all that, but when young people lived among lakes and bogs they became curlews and mountain birds, easily startled by wild young men from the cities and poets from Dublin, all this for Willie and me whose ties and locks must have startled her ducklings.

We proceeded to the cottage, a white, thatched, oblong building with green

door, porchway and two windows in front, approached by a peat-sodded path from the main road. Here was the spiritual home of Pearse, which in the last years he visited every summer to pay a last farewell.

Below lay a fifty-acre lake legend tenanted with a Water Horse.

Beyond the rare walls of the cottage, the Atlantic heaved and moaned with tales of lost ships or murmured a summons to ride on its bosom to the Aran Isles on a fair day.

On every side rose the purple hills and peat, agleam with unnumbered lakelets. Pearse sat at the kitchen table writing the closing tales in his book of short stories, 'The Mother.'

He turned aside to discuss the completed stories with Willie and me, and said he thought the best the grimmest one, a tale of a woman under a curse called the “Black Chafer.”

Then he sighed that he had never written a story about turf or shown up enough the

hard life of the people. He said this sadly with almost the air of a man who all at once comes upon an intolerable personal grievance.

Sometimes he went down and bathed in the lake while Willie guarded him from the banks with a long, strong rope as Pearse was no swimmer. This tickled the brothers so much that they gave up the attempt with loud merriment and mutual criticisms.

Returning, Pearse mused on his cottage and said that one of the builders had been an old man who took his task very slowly and seriously, making progress by inches, but consoling Pearse’s impatience with the sole remark:

“Won’t it be a fine house when it is finished. Indeed it will be a fine house when it is finished.”

Pearse was more outspoken than I had ever known him before.

Night by night he spoke to Willie and me about everything by turns.

Much about the future of the Irish language. Here in this self-contained community which he had once known as purely Irish-speaking, English was creeping in among the younger generation.

It amused him when we walked abroad in the day-time to speak to the men working

the land and smile at the English expressions speckling the Gaelic:

“Becripes, tá . . . bedamned but tá...' from those who knew no other words of English, but he said this was the beginning of the end unless some great change came.

And what the change would be sometimes broke through his thoughts...

Who could have guessed that behind his gentle words and look, an insurrection simmered, a certainty that his days were irrevocably numbered and in this place he would never see in another summer?"

Pictured above are Patrick Pearse and his brother Willie, neither of whom would live to see the summer of 1916.

Taken from Desmond Ryan's 1934 auto-biography 'Remembering Sion.'

All of this was taken whole cloth from The History of Connemara Facebook group.

#irish studies #irish history

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I had this idea for a Genshin Roleplay while plotting and I'm sure it'll stay in mind for a while so I'm looking for more partners interested in it!

This would be Furina/Neuvillette in a fantasy/dystopian AU.

Neuvillette and Furina were the two most important people in the kingdom, with Furina being the Queen - which would mirror the Archon role in canon - and Neuvillette holding the most important office in the kingdom, something like the prime minister, but we can also keep it closer to a judge or a similar position. Neuvillette hails from a different race with dragon heritage that everyone thinks is all but extinct with only a few remnants in the world.

At some point, this ancient race strikes back against the humans who previously defeated them. This could go in a number of ways, depending on how heavy with the magical element we want to go, raging from they all come together after biding their time and hiding their means for years, pool their strength together, gather a mercenary army, or just attack with their superior dragon strength; or even with some more magical means like the last few survivors have a ritual/summon their breathens from the past/alternative timeline/something along these lines, easily taking over the kingdom. This is the point that I feel could be worked on the most in this plot but, what is important is that they win the war and establish their own country where the human one stood, using their newfound power to sideline the humans.

Neuvillette did not take part in the rebellion himself but, by virtue of being a dragon, he stays in his position of power, while Furina is kicked off the throne. The roleplay proper would take place after a variable amount of time skip time, where Neuvillette is struggling with his divided loyalties and unsatisfied with the ruling method of the dragons that oppress the humans, governing unfairly but also, finally, not feeling like an outside anymore. That's when a group of human rebels reaches out to him.

This is the gist of it but I'm obviously willing to tweak and change things to fit your preferences. I'd especially appreciate your input on the plot points that seem a bit more hazy as well as any twist or tweak you want to give the AU.

I prefer fellow 18+ partners as I am 18+ myself. Discord only, please! Of course, the more drama we can fit into this plot, the better! I don't mind which character I write for this, though I wrote the plot idea focusing more on Neuvillette than Furina. 🐉💧

like if you're interested and op will reach out

#genshin impact rp #genshin rp #genshin impact roleplay #fandom rp #fandom roleplay #discord rp

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A Rabbi, Krasnaya Sloboda, 1978-1980, by Nodar Djindjihashvili (American, b. Russia, 1939-2002)

These photographs are only a tiny part of those we succeeded in taking during a two-year secret journey through all of Russia, in search of the vestiges of a once thriving Jewish life and culture within what is now the USSR. I planned the journey many years ago, but only in 1978 (prior to my departure from the Soviet Union) was I able to make the trip, accompanied by my friend, Albert Ben-Zion. It was the first of its kind and, I believe, the last; it was for me, the most depressing yet, in some ways, the most exciting experience of my life.

My grandfather, a distinguished scholar and rabbi, gave me much of my early education. My father a prominent attorney during the time when faith in Marxism still inspired much of the Soviet intelligentsia, believed that progress toward the new Socialist justice and decency went hand in hand with the relinquishing of one's religious tradition. I always vacillated between these two poles, alternatively intrigued and repelled by my Jewishness. My journey was partly an attempt to resolve this conflict, as well as a search for answers to the questions that had haunted me for years.

Most important to me were the answers I found during the journey. It seems to me now that being Jewish and embracing it pushes one beyond the boundary of a nationality or a minority condition. It forces one to get deeply involved in a perpetual situation, to which there is only one answer - that is, to stay within the Jewish faith. Once this is recognized by a Jew, his or her individual situation becomes a justification for existence.

It is the life of the vast majority of Soviet Jews that I wished to preserve in my photographs. These Jews are struggling to maintain their religious and cultural heritage in the Soviet Union, despite the difficulties and the threat of extinction. I realized my mission was to record the remnants Russian Jewish culture before it vanished. The more I traveled, the more I realized that I also wanted to photograph the people who are trying to retain Jewish culture.

- Nodar Djindjihashvili

#jumblr #judaism #jewish photography #nodar djindjihashvili #ussr #russia #antisemitism #mountain jews #azerbaijan #myposts

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devonrubinart · 1 year

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related to my last reblog, maybe an unpopular opinion but STRAY absolutely pissed me the fuck off at the end

whats the message i am supposed to take from the last human “alive” sacrificing his entire consciousness and the last remnant of humanity?? and all thats left is a sad imitation of what people used to be??

at the end, the cat and the scientist can no longer communicate. and the cat just… leaves. the ending was so unsatisfying. we need more stories about humanity surviving, doing it right. fixing things. not about how we’re a plague on the planet and actually its Good that we all went extinct! FUCK that man i hate that shit

#stray #dystopia #citizen sleeper is a MUCH more hopeful game and it is arguably set in a more grim environment!

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Apparently, it's possible to become a Beast totally unwillingly! It's revealed that Camazotz, the Bat God that's been antagonizing Chaldea in LB7, used to be a human king but after ORT began attacking, all of humanity (and I mean ALL of it) collectively sacrificed themselves to grant him the power to defeat it so at least other lifeforms can continue living on Earth, (of which he actually did, but it took him millions of years and only managed to put it in a dormant state by tearing out its heart). This granted him total immortality and the Beast Class as the Beast of Oblivion, despite him not wanting it and wishing to fight for humanity's survival/last wishes. In essence, he became a Beast despite wishing for humanity's survival and whose very "birth" rendered humanity extinct. Ironically, he's also the only Beast that technically succeeded in destroying humanity despite wanting its survival.

Utterly fascinating. To reiterate for anyone reading this who doesn't know what we're talking about- Beasts are a class of 'Servant' in the Nasuverse that embody certain sins (not the usual Christians but ones like Pity, Regression and Retribution). Much like any other Servant, the Beast class cannot be attained by just anyone and has certain requirements that must be met in order to acquire the class. For Beasts, this is twofold- a love for humanity and a drive to destroy it stemming from that love. For example, Beast II wanted to destroy humanity because in myth they rejected her love and she can't let go of them.

Now, anyone familiar with the Nasuverse should know that the rules of the setting...aren't as hard set as the writing makes them appear to be. In the case of Servants, people can qualify for certain Classes out of technicalities, like a famous hero being summoned as a Saber despite not being known as a swordsman just because he has a sword. Even Beasts are subject to this. One of the Beasts, Beast III/R, became one even though she didn't love humanity. She did this by defining humanity to mean just herself, thus allowing her to skirt the system.

Camatoz seems to be the inverse of this. Whereas Beast III/R was a Beast that lacked a love for humanity, Camatoz never had a drive to do destroy them. If I had to guess, the qualification for the Beast Class might not be 'a drive to destroy humanity' but 'the cause of humanity's demise' instead. He even still embodies a sin of mankind- the willingness to die and be forgotten, despite how counterintutive that is. It's also ironic in a sad way. The Beasts all tried to destroy humanity because they lacked something to truly understand mankind and what was best for them. Camatoz likely did know what was best for them. And yet he's the only Beast to have technically killed humanity.

To be honest- I wasn't really a fan of Camatoz. He's not my type (I prefer guys like Arthur) and his introduction was him near fatally wounding and mentally violating the innocent Kingprotea. I was just waiting for his humiliating end. But leave to Nasu- I feel bad for the guy. The Beast Class must be like the Avenger class cracked up to 11 and beyond. It has to be hell on him to exist in that class alone, even ignoring the guilt he must feel for being the last remnant of humanity. And yet he still fought on to honor their wishes, which while something you shouldn't emulate is still a noble one. And any guy willing to face down ORT for millions of years for any reason, let alone one as thankless as that, has my respect.

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So…about the Collector from the Owl House…

The more I think about and watch the Owl House as its story unveils, the more I’m starting to wonder if there might be a huge misunderstanding on the way regarding its antagonist: The Collector. Here’s my theory:

You ever thought that maybe…the Collector is no different than King?

What if…the Collector that we’re seeing currently in the series is in fact the offspring or…successor to a previous Collector that was the former adversary of the original Titan a.k.a King’s father?

And similar to how King’s father locked him away in the Boiling Isles as a means of protecting himself until he was ultimately found by Eda, perhaps it’s a similar situation for the Collector or rather the current Collector.

I say current since, given his rather child-like demeanour, I’m starting to wonder if this Collector is actually a child. A baby Collector or rather Kid Collector, as I’ll refer to him and his name isn’t actually Collector but rather that was the name of his species or race from long ago.

What if…before the creation of the Boiling Isles, the magic lands were home to two warring magical races that have long gone extinct---the Titans and the Collectors?

And much like how King is the last of the Titans, my assumption is that this Collector whom I’m going to dub: Kid Collector (or “K.C” for short) is the last of his race as well.

And much like the people of the Boiling Isles worship the Titans whose remains built their world, admittedly it’s the same thing on the other side for the people from Edge of the World, who worship the Collector whose remnants possibly created their world as well.

I know the episode “Edge of the World” revealed that the Collector is far more “dangerous” compared to Belos but…guys, imagine if much as how Belos has been manipulating the people of the Boiling Isles, what if it’s the same for the Collector?

Hear me out with this one.

What if…Belos has been using the Kid Collector too, taking advantage of the poor child’s loneliness and longing for companionship after being locked away for so long and not understanding the full reason why?

Could the Kid Collector not be all that bad? Just a misunderstood and naïve child who genuinely doesn’t know any better because the only source of friendship and guidance he’s ever had was Belos since he discovered him.

I know this concept may seem like a huge stretch and I could mostly definitely be very much wrong about my perception of the Collector. But I dunno…the beginning of today’s new episode—O Titan, Where Art Thou---really got me thinking this thought?

“Almost free. Almost free. …I won’t be alone. I won’t be alone anymore…”

What if…the story may be leading towards the Collector and King being mortal enemies when they really don’t have to be?

Ultimately King and the Kid Collector are not so different from each other.

Both presumably are the last of their kind. Both were probably locked/sealed away for their “own good”/protection.

And both, despite the sheer god-like beings they’re meant to become, are just kids at heart as we see them in the show. The one noteworthy difference between King and the Kid Collector was who eventually found them.

Remember…King was found alone by Eda and eventually adopted into her home and raised as her son.

On the other hand, remember who found the Kid Collector all alone?

May I remind ya’ll that UNLIKE King who was found by Eda and learned the love and companionship of having someone to call your family, Kid Collector on the other hand was found by Emperor Belos---the same fine gentlemen who past history when it comes to family involved him not only killing them but also resurrecting them multiple times only to kill them over and over again without so much as batting an eye.

King had Eda. The Kid Collector had Belos. Let that sink in.

Makes you wonder now how much differently things might’ve played out if the Collector was actually found by Eda and raised as her child, just like King.

Heck, if Eda has found both the Collector and King then the two could’ve been raised like brothers (or…just siblings in general since I’m not exactly sure what the gender of the Collector is). Think about it.

At the end of the day, what if …King and the Kid Collector are both just children---the last of two races that were long at war and whose destiny is to probably fight each other when in actuality, they don’t have to.

If the Kid Collector really is just a baby who sincerely just wants to have friends and play all day---y’know like how a child would behave--- then imagine if…he and King become friends?

If the Titans and Collectors were formerly enemies from ancient times then what if…King and Kid will be the two to finally break the cycle and become the first Titan and Collector in existence to become the bestest of friends; using their combined magical powers to further help the Boiling Isles, working together instead of against each other like their fathers before them. Or something like that?

Again, this is all just one big speculation from yours truly but it does make good food for thought, right?

~LittleMissSquiggles (2022)

#squiggles talks: the owl house #the owl house #king the owl house #the collector the owl house #toh theories #toh belos #o titan where art thou #eda clawthorne

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I found him in Japan, rampaging through the city known as Tokyo. Godzilla lashed his tail. He doesn't understand the Titan language.

The poor creature, looking like a mutated and irradiated member of Godzilla's species, rapidly looked back and forth between the gathered Titans. The poor thing was clearly terrified and agitated, purple pulsing up and down his dorsal plates.

He might be a False Titan, Rodan said. You said he has trouble with radiation.

False Titans have been extinct since Humanity's Bronze Age, Godzilla replied, looking over the keloid-scarred doppelgänger. Ozymandias killed one of the last ones to prevent it from melting down and irradiating the people of Gaul, and absorbed its Radiation to soothe its passing. The King of the Titans dipped his head and lowered his tail in sorrow.

Who's Ozymandias? The Vivienne half of Abraxas wondered silently. i don't know, San replied in their thoughts. but given godzilla's reaction, it might not be a good time to ask.

False Titans cannot regulate their internal radiation, Rodan said. They look like us, but they were walking meltdowns waiting to happen. He let out a noise like a groan. That crab-like one almost killed me when they melted down-and I still don't know where all their remnants are. The massive fiery avian indicated a long gash along his chest and back. Damn thing almost gutted me like humans gut fish.

Does it matter what he is? Mothra asked as skittered close to the Godzilla lookalike, her voice filled with sympathy. Oh, you poor thing. You were just a normal animal before the waste. You must be in so much pain. She gently reached up and placed a soft limb on the creature's face while letting out a comforting trill.

The terrified False Titan looked at her, clearly not expecting a gentle touch. After a moment, he leaned into her touch.

Absolutely not, Kong deadpanned. Skull Island's ecosystem is volatile enough already. Why not take him to the Hollow Earth?

NO!!! Rodan cried, causing the False Titan in question to jolt back in alarm. False Titans are already formed from exposure to unstable Hollow Earth energy! It'll be a disaster!

Instantly, Mothra wheeled around, standing protectively in front of the False Titan. I will not allow you to kill him, She hissed, her thorax shaking as she slid out her stinger. He is effectively a child in chronic pain, and it would be cruel to kill him.

I agree with Mothra, Godzilla rumbled. Not all False Titans are dangerous-most simply kept to themselves

You're just saying that because he reminds you of your new kid, Rodan grumbled.

Yes, he does. Godzilla stepped closer, making himself look as nonthreatening as possible. And his mutation elevated him to sapience. He is mentally a child, and I cannot leave him to die.

Kong looked at him. He's in pain and suffering from burns. I do not mean this to be cruel, but it might be best to put him out of his misery.

Godzilla lashed his tail, but it was obvious that King's words got to him. ...I know. But Mothra would be devastated if we didn't try to help him.

False Titans come from the Hollow Earth like the Titans, but while the Titans are formed from long-term exposure to stable sources of HE energy, False Titans are connected to exposure to very, very unstable energy spots. Also, similar to how cold-blooded animals can't regulate their body temperature easily, False Titans can't regulate their radiation very well.

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I am LIVING for Mothra going full Mama Bear in defense of Shin. He's her baby now, don't mess with him if ya know what's good for you! Also, I like how Kong can be pragmatic but not from a malicious source, very in-character for him.

#submission #abraxasverse #shin godzilla

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atwistoftales · 2 years

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Announcement:

I haven’t been up to playing the Sims. It’s not fun for me anymore and neither is posting my stories.

So I’ve been focusing on my stories and uploading them to Wattpad. If you want a break from the Sims and want to read something go check them out! I’ll have the link down below and summaries of each story if you are interested.

Thank you! :)

Over the Edge:

Jace, Jayden, Devin, and Ryder are up and coming rock stars in a band called, Over the Edge. While adjusting to their new lifestyles, an old ex-band member want to rejoin the band, a stalker tries to make their life hell, and loved ones at home are getting drained.

Will Over the Edge be able to keep up with the rock and roll lifestyle or will they be forgotten?

Cursed Lips and Crooked Fingers:

Shannon blew out her birthday cake when she turned eighteen and looked at the lighter on the table. Screams of pain and tongues of flame engulfed her brain. Next thing she knew, she was on the floor covered in sweat and as pale as the frosting. Since then, Shannon has been able to see dark memories on cursed objects. She keeps this part of her a secret, afraid to be looked at differently and afraid of those around her with their dark pasts.

Passing High, a private school for gifted students, who have powers associated with death, reach out to her. They need her help. A ghost hunting team is going around the country summoning demons instead of exorcising them.

Remnants of Ink:

We lost.

The humans didn’t stand a chance against the seepage of darkness from the underworld; demons with grotesque features and nightmarish powers.

Now the humans are enslaved by these creatures and live out their days for their souls to be harvested in the end.

Sage Baek and her family are slaves. She has grown up with apple blossoms in her hair and apple seeds in her pockets. Sage and her family look after the orchard for their Immoral Lord Cask. This was the life she expected and knows one day Lord Cask wouldn’t hesitate to harvest her soul for his immortality. Yet everything changed last summer when her Mama Ryon was strung up like an animal woke a spark in Sage. She vowed she would get out with the rest of her family and seek the Sealers, people covered in magical tattoos that fight against the demons. But she has to be careful, the more hate in her heart the quicker it is for the picking.

Fane Evander is a Sealer, his arms covered in magical tattoos that come to life by his own whispers. He enjoys his solitutde, killing demons and moving on. But the more tattoos his gets, the harder it is to cover and blend in. Being a Sealer is no easy task and just as they are starting, they are already becoming extinct along with Etchers.

Will Sage be able to get her family to the Sealers or has she quickened their fate for their souls to be taken? Will Fane and his kind, along with Etchers, to be able to tip the scales in their favor or end up just like everybody else, having their souls harvested?

https://www.wattpad.com/user/UndertheCloak22

#nonsims #wattpad #story #stories #fantasy #new fantasy #paranormal #ghosts #spooky #love #family #friends #rockstar #band #over the edge #cursed lips and crooked fingers #remnants of ink

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