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To summarize my verses...
#benevolent ethereal pale creature of the moon lifting his skirts to make sure he watches his step whenever he treads in humanity's antbox#who's never killed for food since he was turned and never intends to and glides more than walks.#versus furry monstrous abomination even by werewolf standards with the most misshapen horrific snout you've seen#who can & will tear through you like butter if he was so much as ordered and can hear you miles away running for your life through the bush#i love them both#➻ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 —《ooc.》
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Another fascinating thing: the way the unicorn was completely reinvented so that today they are like, this embodiment of peace and purity and this cute toy of little girls and this adorable, good and benevolent animal of princesses and whatnot...
... when originally the unicorn was like this feared, dreaded, abominable creature renowned for its violence and ferocity, that not only killed humans and other horses, but even regularly hunted and killed ELEPHANTS.
Other fun facts about the "old unicorns": long before being horses (modern interpretation), and long before being a horse-goat hybrid (medieval interpretation), they were perceived as huge wild donkeys with a horn of three colors, white at the base, black in the middle, red at the top (Ancient Greece interpretation).
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( o.o) okay... so...
I am loosely basing this of how one of my OCs powers work? But... can Overgrowth make ANY plant? Past, present, future? Possible, probable, hypothetical? ANY any plant?
I ask this, because Humans? NOT born from a plant.
Buuuuuut they COULD be.
Of course they could. The plant would be a dead end. Unable to reproduce or cultivate without humanity. Just? The most costly, ungainly, unnatural plant imaginable.
Which is WHY it doesn't exsist. Why it will never exist.
But COULD it? Oh easily. Child's play. There are countless billions of billions of plants that COULD exsist. From benevolent to world ending. But why would Overgrowth give a shit? Why MAKE such pointless things?
Well... Sam wants a kid.
Full stop.
She wants a kid and is NOT about to do that whole "risk her life and irreversibly change her body with child creation" thing. So? How does one have a child with two fathers, one mother, who was not carried to term inside said mother? A surrogate perhaps?
Naaaaah.
No, no. It's time to get the machete and go Bully God(tm). Specifically THAT God, over there. The plant one. Give her the nonexistent child creating plant or Snippy Snippy, Overgrowth, you fuck!
Sam. Sam, please. Begs her beloved husband's. But until THEY can carry Child, they can shut up and help menace a Deity. Dani, her beloved S-I-L who's just here for adorable future munchkins and general Chaos, agrees. Square up, boys.
She obviously, gets her plant.
It's an abomination.
Just? THE nightmare of a tree. Oozy tar like bark, sickly appearance, bone colored needle like leaves. Single, giant, blood red "fruit". They have to feed it ectoplasm, their own blood, and basicly everything to make a body. Meaning flesh, bones, blood, nutrients and minerals.
Proper horror movie.
Sam? Fucking LOVES her Baby Tree. It's name is Mortica.
Now, OBVIOUSLY, everyone in Amity? Knows to mind their Business by now. The Fenton-Foely-Manson throuple or what ever order they've decided on today, are both terrifying and willing to throw down. Fenton is Phantom. Manson is Samantha Manson. Their husband will laugh at you instead of help. Not worth it.
But OUTSIDERS? Tourists passing through and cousins come to visit?
They see a huge, fuck off, nightmare tree straight out of Poison Ivy's fever dreams. Do the reasonable thing. Call the Justice League Help Line.
So NOW JLA Dark is sitting Very Nervously, in this terrifying throuples home. Trying to ask HOW they got the Tree. Trying to ignore that one of them is a ghost of incredible power, the other an Avatar of the Green, and this nice man is just? Cool with having a nightmare tree baby? Yeah. Of course.
Just... just please tell them if it's gonna eat people. Yes or no.
@nerdpoe @hypewinter @ailithnight @hdgnj @the-witchhunter
#dpxdc#dp x dc#dc x dp#dcxdp#dc x dp prompt#tree baby au#sam and her Concerning Nightmare Tree#named after her favorite Addams#they got a nursery all ready and everything
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Wtf is Lancer and why is it shit (serious question)
lancer is a tabletop roleplaying game made by the guy who drew kill six billion demons and another guy. i wouldn't call it 'shit', necessarily--it's good in a lot of the ways that matter. it's first and foremost a tactical mech combat game and on that level it's incredible. its ruleset is finely tuned, provides great amounts of GM support to make running what might otherwise be overwhelmingly crunchy combat easier, and has a truly stunning and cool level of character customization available. so as a game, i think it's great fun to play and run, genuinely innovative, and a huge step forward for battlemap tactical wargame type TTRPGs in general.
the lore though, kind of sucks. i think it has two clear and overlapping core problems. problem #1 is that it is a utopia as envisioned by a social democrat. it's a world which the text describes as 'post-capitalist' (but there are still evil megacorporations with private armies who own slaves) and 'post-scarcity' (but only in the developed 'core' systems, so. y'know. there's scarcity). at many points in the text they say that Union (the game's main faction) is utopian, throwing around that exact word a bunch of times as well as 'mutual aid' and 'direct action' and the like. but what they describe is just kind of an imperialist Space Sweden with several distinct forms of slavery that constantly expands and uses its Benevolent Imperial Power to intervene on the Backwards Violent Worlds on its outer border but its good because its just trying to bring them UBI.
to show what i mean, here's one of the game's writers¹ talking about how it would be morally wrong for Union to, say, appropriate the property of a private military corporation that also operates as a fascist nation-state:
it's 'revolution' as imagined by the limpest of social democrats. and of course this would honestly be fine, whatever, most sci-fi settings are fundamentally achingly liberal, but the game goes so out of its way to signpost how Radical it is and how Hopeful and Liberationist you're meant to see the setting as
the other core problem is closely related--it feels like the lancer guys put every cool sci-fi idea they had into lancer even when it completely clashes with the core ideas behind it. like, AIs in this settings are callled 'NHPs' (non-human persons) and they're eldritch god-like beings from another dimension who have be kept 'shackled' (lancer's words, not mine!) to keep them as pliant and obedient AI assistants instead of hostile eldritch abominations. this is obviously horrifying and dystopian but it rules, it would be sick fucking worldbuilding for something with the tone of 40k or a one-off doctor who or star trek episode--but as a fundamental technology foundational to what we are supposed to believe is a post-revolutionary society founded on mutual aid and solidarity and blah blah blah it's glaringly dissonant.
bear in mind this is all just going off the rulebook. lancer fans have told me that the supplements and campaign modules fix some of this or contextualise it. but on the other hand communists have told me that they make it worse and i trust the communists more. i leave you with this incredible passage from the game's foreword:
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Baldur's Gate 3 Githyanki Translations
All the githyanki words/phrases I was able to find, with their translations from the game files. (There's a handful that didn't have translations provided though.)
Ba na'zin - I seek truth
Baht t'Vlaakith - Sister of Vlaakith
Ch'mar, zal'a Gith - Gith's will above all
Ch'mar, zal'a Orpheus. Mha stil'na forjun inyeri - Orpheus's will above all. May the Comet blaze our path forward
Ch'mar, zal'a Vlaakith - Vlaakith's will above all
Ch'r'ai - Inquisitor
Chraith - Enemy
Chraith'kan zharn - May your enemies know agony
Ghaik - Illithid
Gh'ath - Nautiloid
Ghustil - Doctor
Girtar'rac neh toruun - One theft consumes all
Gith m' zath'ak - An abomination to Gith
Gith'ka tavki krash'ht - ?
Hshar'lak - Traitor
Htak'-a - (Battle cry)
Hta'lak k'rith ma'har - Die, treacherous scum
Hta'zith - Die, creature
Ik sa'ith - Grant me entry
Istik - Outsider (Non-Githyanki)
Jhe'quith dvenzir - The systemic removal of the weak
Jhe'stil Kith'rak - Supreme Knight
K'chakhi - Idiot
Kith'rak - Knight
Kith'raki - Knights (plural)
Lash'a'kla - Make me pure
Mlar - Builders; craftpeople
Or'mlar - Alliance of mlar (a guild)
Pa'vrylk - Stop
Ra'stil - Ally (other Githyanki)
Sarevok'cha tsk'in'va - Sarevok can eat shit
Sa'varsh - Teacher; drill sargent
Shabell'eth - ?
She'lak - Idealist do-gooder; benevolent burden
Shka'keth - Asshole
Shkath zai - For the honour
Shu'kyani - Egg layer
Ska'kek kir Gith shabell'eth - The word of Gith be present
Tas'ki - ?
T'lak'ma Ghir - Sister in freedom
Tl'a'Vlaakith - Vlaakith's spirit
Tsk'va - Shit
Tsk'va fanh - Bullshit
Varsh - Caretaker
Vin'iisk - Underling
Vlaakith gha'g shkath zai - For the honour of Vlaakith
Vlaakith m' zath'ak, isk'a'zaith - Abomination to Vlaakith, be purified
Vlaakith tavki na'zin - Vlaakith show us truth
Vlaakith'ka sivim hrath krash'ht - Only in Vlaakith may we find light
Yank - Child
Yanki - Children (plural)
Yisk Gith'ka tavki krash'ht - ?
Zai - (Battle cry)
Zhak vo'n'ash duj - Source of my bruises (pet name)
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My take on the concept of a corrupted!Scratch, as depicted in the fan fic 'Her First Forever Friend' under the name HolyMaiden24 on Archive of our Own.
I was mostly inspired by No Face from Spirited Away in how I wanted to show this version of Scratch–a seemingly mindless abomination that consumes anything in sight without ceasing.
A creature benevolent towards one.
#if you read the fic you know-if not i wont give anything away#the ghost and molly mcgee#scratch the ghost#corrupted scratch#molly mcgee#wraith molly
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D-Day movie was amazing tonight. I'm in awe of Mr Min. His charisma, command of the stage, benevolence, talent, skill, and passion are a force to be reckoned with. Watching that footage reiterated to me why he's my bias.
I was incredibly fortunate to see that performance 3 times, including day 2 of The Final in Seoul, and so of course i saw Jimin performing with him.
I took a huge risk, jumping on a plane to Seoul at short notice and hoping that the stars would align and Jimin would be performing with him at the concert i was going to. What joy when the first bars of Tony Montana played!!
My brain definitely disengaged though, so my memories are almost as fuzzy as my footage. I have a special talent for recording abominable video at concerts.
Nevermind, here it is anyway...
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Omg I love your writinggggggg. We need that religious kink with Aegon (or Aemond), we know their mother had to have accidentally given these boys some religious trauma on top of their horrible daddy and mommy issues djdkjdndmd —@thattargboy (on anon cuz it’s a sideblog)
So. I had a hard time with this one but I loved it. When it comes to religious trauma there’s so many angsty ideas that pop into my head. So def went darker than intended. Hope you like it though!!! @thattargboy
Kink Bingo - Religious Kink
Rating: Explicit
Tags: Religious trauma, everyone has mommy issues, TW: dub-con, Incest, sister!wife!reader, Aegon is a shit head because He Doesn’t Know How To Process Emotions, dry humping, clitoral orgasm👍
Father, Mother, Maiden, Warrior, Smith, Crone, and Stranger
The statues stood tall in the great Sept besides the faceless Stranger. Candles were lit, people praying to the gods quietly. Knelt down, lips mumbling and begging. You kneeled at the feet of the Mother, praying for her patience and strength.
He was behind you.
Aegon hated the Sept, avoided it at all costs much to your own Mother’s chagrin. He took after most male Targaryens, fashioned themselves closer to gods than man. High in the sky on gleaming, golden Sunfyre. You felt he would burn ten times hotter than any dragon flame in the Seven Hells.
You didn’t know why he accompanied you today. Prick preferred to waste away drunk in Flea Bottom or go take his dragon on a reckless joyride. You shook the moron out of your thoughts to pray.
Most devout Mother, grant me your kindness, wisdom, and love for all.
Save me from my wicked blood.
Save my children from abomination they had no choice.
O benevolent mother, please.
“Is this what you do all day?,” he drawled. Aegon leant on a column lazily, lidded eyes glassy. Your lips twitched but you remained placid. Turning to face your husband, and brother, you said, “No Aegon. This is one of the many things I do in a day.” Not like he cared.
Aegon yawned, “So exciting.”
Your chest tightened in anger. The hot headed dragon blood did not like being smothered like this. Aegon snorted, “They’re not real. I don’t know why you waste your time.” You couldn’t help but tighten cold hands in your dress hard as possible.
Angry tears welled up in your eyes, but you remained silent and hoped he would get the hint and leave. Nope. You heard his boots scuffle to your side, the prince falling to his knees. Your own lilac orbs met violet. He raised an amused brow, getting closer into your space. You snapped your head away with a huff.
“What do you want? I figured you’d burn up stepping foot in here.”
Aegon’s pouty lips turned down. He mumbled, “That’s what mother always said,” the blonde jerked his chin towards the statue, “I always prayed to her and received nothing.”
Exasperated, you deadpanned, “Because you defile all of her daughters. Really, why are you here?”
“Our actual mother told me to come see you. Said it might save me from my wicked blood to sit with my pious sister.”
Aegon looked more uncomfortable and downcast, eyes dropping to the floor. You eyed him coolly before remarking, “She won’t answer our prayers because we’ve committed a grave sin. Marrying blood into blood like the dragon does.” You looked up at the carved statue, face loving but cold as the stone it was made from.
Your brother laughed, “If we’re doomed why waste your time here dear sister?”
Finally you snapped at him, “I believe that maybe she will pity me for being married to my own brother, one who is a drunkard that lies with whores until he’s sick with it!”
He flinched as if struck, pale curls swishing as he turned away. Your eyes flickered down to his pallid hands, trembling at his sides. Guilt ate at you— hate begets hate. You stammered, “I- I’m sorry Aegon, please.”
His gaze flashed back at you with a newly found anger. Aegon hissed, “What makes you so high and mighty sister? Because Otto and Alicent like you so much? You’re no better than me looking down on everyone like you do.” He gripped at your wrist and yanked you forward.
Aegon’s snarling face was mere inches from you now, wine on his breath per usual. His cheeks were flushed and eyes wild. You hated how handsome your husband was. All of the Targaryens were ethereally beautiful like that— making attraction almost inevitable.
“S-stop. I said I was sorry,” you murmured.
He growled, “Apologize to the Mother then. Apologize to our mother for spurning your brother while you’re at it.” You whimpered softly, eyelashes fluttering under the pressure. Alicent was the last thing you wanted to think about when Aegon was stirring up unholy feelings. Anger, lust, you couldn’t tell.
The elder sibling wrangled you back up, tucking himself behind, knees caging your legs in. You whispered in shock, “A-Aegon? What are you doing? People will see!” His chin came to nestle on your shoulder, hands came round to clasp over your own.
“We’re only a couple praying. They wouldn’t dare approach when the white knights are about.”
His hips were flush with your ass, cock throbbing between your cheeks. You whimpered again, face reddening in embarrassment. He rutted against the giving flesh softly, purring, “C’mon and pray for your dear brother’s salvation.”
“Y-you’re ma-my husband,” you said.
“Knew you as my lovely sister first,” Aegon mused.
He rutted harder, gasping into your neck. He licked and sucked at the soft skin, you moaning before cutting the sound off. One of Aegon’s ringed hands snuck between your legs. He growled, “Pray for me now. Save me from the fires of hell.”
You felt woozy, limbs wobbly and weak. Your husband’s fingers drug against your sensitive bundle of nerves, shame and desire overtaking any rational thought. You warbled, “O Mother, please save us from sin. Forgive my brother for he knows not your forgiveness, ah!”
Aegon was panting now as he used your body for pleasure. He whimpered, “G-good, keep going, so sweet.” The blonde’s fingers slid through your slick to glide easier around your button. Your thighs trembled while you recited, “Save your child from the fires of the Seven hells, smile upon thee O Mother!”
He groaned desperately, moving faster and faster. Your own breath was a nervous staccato, quivering hands wringing together. You whined, “No more, I’ve prayed, Aegon!” His swirling digits paused while he smugly joked, “Say stop and I will.”
It only took you a shameful beat before begging, “Please, please don’t stop Aegon.”
“That’s my sweet little sister.”
You shut your eyes, unable to take the shame. The Mother’s presence loomed over the pair of you— just like Alicent’s did. But he felt so good. Your head lolled upon his shoulder while you whined and gasped. Aegon groaned, “When we’re blood of dragonlords we don’t need this nonsense mother forces upon us,” he drug his fingertips up sharply, “If you want something, take it.”
You gasped and stilled in surprise, whining high in your throat as your cunt tightened and gushed between your taut thighs. Aegon cried out into the sept, echoing as he reached his peak. You felt his cock throbbing and leaking onto your fine dress, Aegon smiling against your mottled neck.
In a fit of clarity you scrambled from the elder sibling, feeling a retch bubble up. You cursed, “You’re sick! No one will ever love you— blackened and vile creature!” Aegon blinked out of his stupor, eyes suddenly going wide.
He murmured, “You don’t mean that. Don’t say that.”
Still sprawled haphazardly on the floor you reiterated, “No one will love a wretch like you Aegon, as much as you drown it out with the drink.”
The prince’s cheeks grew wet with tears, another shaky plea leaving his lips. He watched you get up and give another scathing look before stiffly walking away with a Kingsguard. His violet eyes looked up to the Mother. He screeched at the bitch. The dried spend in Aegon’s pants now felt disgusting. He was disgusting.
#aegon ii targaryen#hotd fanfic#aegon targaryen x reader#hotd smut#aegon ii x reader#answered ask#kink bingo#religious kink#sister wife!reader
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Beginner’s Lore Guide to Possession
Possession is when a spirit/demon from the Fade enters the waking world through inhabiting a host.
Why do spirits/demons want to possess people?
According to the Chantry, spirits/demons are jealous of mortals for being the favoured children of the Maker, and crave life’s experiences. This may be at least to some degree true, as Kitty, a desire demon in the Dragon Age: Origins DLC “The Stone Prisoner”, says she wants to experience the mortal realm through mortal eyes.
Can only mages be possessed?
It is true that mages are more vulnerable to becoming possessed—theorized that due to their innate connection to the Fade, they are a juicier target for demons. However, anyone and anything is capable of being possessed by a spirit/demon. It is only a common misconception among Thedas that mages are uniquely susceptible. Living people who become possessed are referred to as abominations.
Examples of non-mage people and possession:
In Dragon Age: Origins, Uldred will say he plans for any PC, mage or not-mage, to forcefully put a demon inside them, during the quest “The Broken Circle”
In Dragon Age II, Wilmod, a templar recruit, is possessed by a demon that was forcefully put inside him during the quest “Enemies Among Us”
In Dragon Age: Inquisition, the PC becomes briefly possessed by an Envy demon looking to study them during the quest “Champions of the Just”
Most cases above were through the use of blood magic, and all against the actual host’s will.
Animals and plants can become possessed by spirits/demons as well:
Kitty in the Dragon Age: Origins DLC “The Stone Prisoner” is actually a desire demon
Sylvans are the result of spirits/demons possessing trees
Lord Woolsley in Dragon Age: Inquisition’s quest “The Ballad of Lord Woolsley” is actually a rage demon
Even inanimate objects can become hosts to spirits/demons if drawn into them by a mage—this is what spellbinders do, then channel said objects for power.
Does becoming tranquil make you immune to possession?
The Rite of Tranquility severs one’s connection from the Fade, making possession less likely. It does not, however, make one completely immune. This is proven by Pharamond, a tranquil mage in Dragon Age: Asunder, becoming possessed.
Can only living creatures be possessed?
Walking corpses are the result of spirits possessing the body of a deceased person. This is purposely done in Nevarra as part of their culture; the Mortalitasi mages perform a ritual to draw a spirit into the deceased’s body as part of funerary rites. But it can also unintentionally happen, making it a practical choice in most cultures to cremate their dead.
In some cases, a spirit possessing a corpse can maintain some semblance of itself: for example, Justice in Dragon Age: Origins’s expansion “Awakening”. And in other cases, the spirit may take on the identity of the deceased: for example, Audric in the Dragon Age: Tevinter Nights story “Down Among the Dead Men”. But mostly, spirits who possess corpses are just confused, and can become aggressive.
Among walking corpses are uniquely classified “arcane horrors”, which are the result of pride demons (considered the most powerful demon) taking control of mage corpses. They maintain all the spellcasting abilities of a living mage.
Is possession always malicious?
While the most common form of possession is from a demon seeking power in the waking world, it is not always the case. There at least three examples of spirits taking possession of a host for benevolent reasons:
In Dragon Age: Origins, Wynne reveals that she is hosting a spirit of faith that is keeping her alive after a deadly encounter during Uldred’s uprising
In Dragon Age II, Anders reveals that he is hosting a spirit of Justice that he befriended in the “Awakening” expansion of Dragon Age: Origins—a deal the two made to fight for mage freedoms*
In Dragon Age: Asunder, Wynne passes on her spirit of faith into Evangeline, to save Evangeline’s life as it once did hers
*It should be noted though, that Anders believes that because of his rage, the spirit of Justice transformed into a demon of Vengeance in the possession process. Still, the act itself was not one out of ill intent, and Wynne and Evangeline’s cases prove that this is not always the result.
Are abominations always monstrous looking?
Most abominations encountered appear monstrous and disfigured. They are described in one codex entry as “looking as if a demon were wearing a man like a twisted suit of skin”.
Dragon Age: The Calling describes Fiona becoming possessed as the following:
“The elf threw back her head and let out a horrible, keening wail. Her entire body tensed, her hands flying out at her sides. Her skin became a pale white, and then began to change. It bulged, and twisted. Her body grew, and took on a hideous form, her head becoming something gnarled and fanged even as she shrieked in torment.
And then the transformation was done. A demonic abomination now stood where Fiona once had, a thing of rent flesh and claws, its gender no longer even apparent. The thing’s eyes glowed with menace.”
Additionally, Dragon Age: Asunder describes possessed Pharamond thus so:
“He looked misshapen, his flesh hideously twisted across his frame. His arms were too long and thin, his fingers ending in talons, his lips pulled back from his teeth in a disturbing grimace.”
This is not always the case, though:
Wynne maintains her human form, possessed by a spirit of faith
Connor maintains his human form, possessed by a desire demon
Anders maintains his human form, possessed by a spirit/demon of justice/vengeance
Wilmod maintains his human form, possessed by a demon
Evangeline maintains her human form, possessed by a spirit of faith
Mihris maintains her elf form, possessed by Imshael, an ancient desire demon (one of The Forbidden Ones)
What determines if this physical transformation takes place or not is unknown.
What happens to a spirit/demon if its host dies?
There is conflicting information about what happens to a spirit/demon after its host is killed. Marethari in Dragon Age II claims that killing her will kill the pride demon she took inside of her. The narrative certainly treats this as true, though it is possible she didn’t know what she was really talking about. Because according to Anders in the same game, killing him would set Justice free back into the Fade. This is the case in the Dragon Age: Tevinter Nights story “Hunger”, where the main characters think they have killed the hunger demon attacking them, but in truth have only banished it. Given the later scenario outnumbers the former, I think it’s safe to assume that the spirit/demon is released from the host after the host dies, until concretely proven otherwise.
Can possession be reversed?
Morrigan explains that the process to reverse possession is not an easy one, but entirely possible. There are known cases of it:
Fiona in Dragon Age: The Calling is possessed by a demon, while the others in the party are sucked into Fade dreams as well. After Maric breaks out of his dream sequence with the help of a friendly spirit, he and the rest of the party defeat the demon, freeing Fiona. (Although it was ultimately Fiona who defeated the demon and freed herself)
Connor in the Dragon Age: Origins quest “The Arl of Redcliffe” is possessed by a desire demon, and the PC may choose to save him by going into the Fade and defeating the demon there, freeing him. This can be done using lots of lyrium and a group of mages, or by one mage (Jowan) using blood magic
Pharamond in Dragon Age: Asunder is possessed by a pride demon. The party performs the same ritual used on Connor and frees him, which also cures him of tranquility
Dragon Age: Asunder clarifies that you need at least three mages to perform the Circle’s known ritual of de-possession.
This is all contrary to what is said by Vivienne and Cassandra in Dragon Age: Inquisition, who you would think know otherwise, though. But hey, so are so many things.
SOURCES
Dragon Age: Origins
Dragon Age II
Dragon Age: Inquisition
Dragon Age: Asunder
Dragon Age: The Masked Empire
Dragon Age: Tevinter Nights
Dragon Age: The World of Thedas vol. 1
Codex entry: Demonic Possession (DA:O)
Codex entry: Abomination (DA:O)
Codex entry: Wild Sylvan (DA:O)
Codex entry: Arcane Horror (DA:O)
Codex entry: Corpse (DA:O)
Codex entry: Spellbinder (DA:I)
Dialogue with Wynne about her spirit of faith (DA:O)
Dialogue with Morrigan about possession (DA:O)
Dialogue with Kitty about wanting to possess Amalia (DA:O)
Dialogue with Anders about Justice (DA:2)
Dialogue with Marethari about Audacity (DA:2)
Dialogue with Solas about spirits/demons and possession (DA:I)
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I think there is a lot of bias in this analysis, what is your opinion?
Yes, there's definitely a lot of bias here; op is so clearly a pissy TG stan. This analysis is rife with observation bias and just plain misinformation. I do sympathize with some of their points though. Op is doing something I've seen a lot of TG stans do: projecting the issues in HOTD onto Rhaenyra.
HOTD is a pretty bad adaptation, full of inconsistent characters and just plain fucking up the characterizations of the people. The Velaryons definitely suffer more than most other characters from this. They made Rhaenys rather antagonistic to Rhaenyra, turned Laena into basically nothing, made Laenor a deadbeat dad, and Corlys is just kinda there.
However, op's complaints about the Velaryons' representation show their bias very obviously. They don't complain about Rhaenys' characterization until she's supporting Rhaenyra. They don't talk about the issues Laenor's running away brings in, just about how it makes the Velaryons' support of the Blacks confusing. They complain about Corlys not being hated for offering Laena to Viserys, but don't acknowledge how the show purposely aged Laena down to younger than Rhaenyra to make Corlys look worse. The most damning however, is how they complain about how Corlys didn't care about Vaemond's death.
Vaemond is killed both in the book and the show, both times because he was slandering Rhaenyra and calling her sons bastards. Daemon kills him both times (with Rhaenyra's approval in the book, which was a slay tbh). Corlys doesn't care in either occurrence because Vaemond was attempting to usurp Corlys' line and his chosen successors. Op choosing to ignore the actual truth of the situation shows they just hate Rhaenyra and are bitter HOTD didn't go all the way with making the Velaryons disloyal to her.
Moving on to their complaints about Rhaenyra's portrayal, another thing I agree with to an extent. HOTD made Rhaenyra into a much more passive character than she actually was. They made her virtually inactive politically, removed her approval of Vaemond's execution, and made it so she was unwilling to go to war until Luke's murder. They showed their benevolent misogyny. However, op isn't angry about the sexism of this portrayal or how they nerfed an interesting and fun character, rather about how she does fewer morally ambiguous and questionable things. They're upset that HOTD made it harder to say Rhaenyra is an evil bitch without revealing the misogyny of TG.
Op also complains about how HOTD doesn't condemn Daemon enough while actually portraying how awful Aegon, Criston, and Vaemond are. This shows how op isn't actually using media literacy. Condal and Hess constantly condemn Daemon and went out of their way to make him worse than he is in the book. Daemon didn't murder Rhea or abuse Rhaenyra in the book, those are things they added to make him look worse. Meanwhile they actively defend Aegon raping women and go out of their way to make him more "sympathetic".
Op also sympathizes with Criston, because apparently him being held accountable for his own decisions is wrong. He chose to sleep with Rhaenyra, he chose to murder Joffrey, he chose to dedicate the rest of his life to ruining hers. Criston isn't a good person, he isn't a victim, he made all his choices and can't accept the consequences of them.
Op also reveals how they are very anti Valyrian by throwing in a spiel about how Daemon is a neo-nazi and the Valyrians are fundamentally evil for utilizing slavery. Yes, slavery is abominable, however, criticizing Daemon and Rhaenyra for wanting to hold onto their cultural traditions that have nothing to do with slavery or human exploitation isn't wrong. If every person was expected to abandon their culture just because the culture has morally wrong practices, no person could ever hold onto their culture. This applies to the other cultures of AWOIAF, including TG's precious Andals who tried to literally murder any religion other than the Faith. Daemon valuing his culture is the least condemnable thing he's ever done.
Op also complains about how Otto is portrayed as being an awful person. I have to say, a TG stan wanting to defend Otto is new to me, but not very surprising. Of course Otto is portrayed as bad and the head of the greens, they took away all of Alicent's agency and had to give it to someone. Otto is a raging misogynist and only cares about power, that's all there is to him, but apparently he's more sympathetic than Rhaenyra for some reason.
In conclusion anon, yes, this is an extremely biased "analysis". Op hates Rhaenyra and is upset that Condal and Hess didn't go out of their way to make her the primary antagonist of the show. Apparently it isn't enough that they outright defend a rapist and made the Velaryons completely nonsensical. TG stans are ridiculous and are driven purely by hatred of Rhaenyra and/or House Targaryen, op is no exception.
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Peeling Oranges !
Blade x fem! reader, angst, not proofread, inspiration; "Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman" by Haruki Murakami. word count; 1121.
note. how tf is this 1121 words?? I'm not even proud of this one to begin with </3
I'm running out of ideas, if anyone has something on mind, please do sent a request in my inbox, thank you!
Immortality is a façade, a divine fruit, a false paradise, a hell in disguise, growth for a long life’s curse, a benevolent blessing, flowing to an inevitable destiny graver than demise.
( take it from those who have witnessed it. )
Immortality is a façade, and Blade perceives as it flows from your hand. As you bask in the veins of this immortality, as it slithers to the confines of your heart.
How did he permit you into his life, anyway? He does not recall; everything is bemused.
Unlike him, you are one wandering, delicate soul. And he is a canine beast, anticipating the precise opportunity to unleash, and in scarce instants of quietude, plagued by the slaughtered and despondency.
Blade is mostly tedious; isolated in his thoughts, distant, and as still as a statue, his presence equivalent to his absence. Perhaps, it is that he’s a fugitive that he returns to your refuge or his veiled desire for consolement; although your paths to immortality are contrary.
( Immortality is not hideous, you say, smiling. Yet he thinks that smile appears downcast. )
Blade became an abomination before you. He did not divulge to you how it occurred, nor did you divulge your case to him. But he knows better than to ask, for the answers lie before him.
It is evident because the arms you craved were never his, the touch you craved was never his, the love you craved was never his, the kisses you craved were never his, the intimacy you craved was never his— but that of somebody else; a lover long deceased.
It is evident in the transparent clarity of your eyes, that deep wound of unforeseen deception. Perhaps, you prefer to keep to yourself and never fully open up to him—to heal, you fixate on that wound and prevent another from occurring.
( such wounds to the heart will probably never heal, but we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever. )
You did not entail him as a remedy to cure—your remedy is within, deep inside your core, where you decipher the issue by yourself, where you decipher who you are. His presence near you is merely adequate; a shoulder to lie on. And whilst you strive to live, heal, and grow, he desires to wither, and never grasp the sun.
( one March afternoon, Blade finds you settled at the dining table.
‘Sit,’ you tell him. ‘I’ll peel you some oranges.’
He hums and pulls a chair for himself.
The kitchen is fairly small—before him is the entrance, permitting a view towards the foyer and living room. Along the left side, a refrigerator with diverse coloured notes stuck to it, a stove, and a sink line up the vinyl counter. Right where the sink is positioned, the sun rays emerge through the drawn curtains of the windowpane. Cabinets hovered above, extending along the walls. The cabinets below, confined cooking supplies, whilst the ones above were full of ingredients such as flour, sugar, rice, and others.
I’ve got on my mind that I am too scared to speak.
A pleasant warmth adorns this awkwardness. Blade observes as you gingerly peel an orange and its pith; a simple act of love. He averts his gaze towards a jar before you, with Zelkova leaves inside.
‘what’s that?’ he enquires.
‘a firefly,’ you reply. ‘I caught it wandering last night, at the front yard.’
Blade draws the jar over. At the bottom of the jar, there is a firefly, it attempts to crawl up the glass, and falls over, flexing its minuscule feet.
It’s been a while since last he glimpsed a firefly. )
The firefly’s radiance is hazier and much fainter than he recalls, no longer crisp. Perhaps, the issue was not with the firefly, but with his recollection— perhaps, fireflies never radiated that vividly as in his imagination, perhaps, his surroundings were opaque, perhaps, the elapsing of time affected his recollection.
Gazing at the firefly provides him with a bitter aftertaste, a perplexing sensation that boils beneath his skin. And albeit he seals his eyes, the afterglow of it lingers. It plagues him.
He does not divulge it to you; you could never perceive it his way.
Blade’s life is merely a firefly—a departed soul that leaves him in a ceaseless sequence of melancholy. And he stands, gazing at the person who he once was, who died along the reminiscences of the High Cloud Quintet, a Sword Champion master who endowed him with the secrets of her teachings before succumbing to Mara, an ace pilot who shattered the defences of the Denizens of Abundance, a High Elder he has aided in the cause of his anguish, and a general who remains as the sole reminiscence. It gradually crumbles in the flames of his forge, slipping through his fingers, gone with the wind.
( it all fleets akin to a firefly, a dazzling, hazy flicker before his eyes. )
Everything is strange. Akin to repetitive discord scorching his confines, it fabricates a hollow and the devoid sensation within remains.
The memories ground to a halt right there. Recovering from the past, peeling oranges, the firefly in the jar. He attempts to recall what occurred after. Blade rests his head in his hands, burrowing into layers of a garden of recollections. Somewhere in a downcast realm, surrounded by darkness and forgotten vows and dreams.
He visualizes his final night with you; you crammed under his arm, slumbering, his fingers unravelling the knots in your hair, picturing colourful strings hanging from the ceiling, somewhere, in a far room per usual, but with this consoling warmth that adorned this hush.
( at first, picturing these strings was quite confusing, all he knew was that there was a room and there were strings. What is that? He could never reach an answer with complete conviction. And now, he became accustomed to it. )
Though it all appears too surreal, akin to some allegory.
( close your eyes; things become vivid. )
All sorts of sounds and voices blend like smoke enveloping the place. Blade glances around, at the two girls bent over the table, drinking orange juice, at the sparrows that chirp and fly above, at the few deserted tennis courts, at the zelkova trees, with a glimpse of the ocean through the ocean, at the waves that rippled along the May breeze.
The scene is quite familiar, as if he had seen it, many years before.
( … but it is an illusion. It is vivid enough; an intense sense of real. Time feels stagnant. )
( ‘Wake me up from this dream.’
‘I feel like that's what you said last night.’ )
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Thinking about what makes Kyubey such a good villain. He's not actively malicious and in fact seems to think what he's doing is benevolent and humane. But ironically he is the most selfish character in the series - he lacks any concept of the individual because his species is a hivemind, so the idea that one singular human holds unique value from another is a foreign concept to him. Further, he considers emotions to be a mental disorder, so he simply won't consider anything outside of his "logical" point of view, as he not only dismisses but also fails to comprehend human emotions.
tl;dr Kyubey is such a perfect metaphor for the patriarchy because on top of everything else he fails to see how his system of entrapment that benefits him the most is anything but fair and logical to everyone.
I actually wrote an entire analysis on why Kyubey is such a good takedown of the "logic bro" rhetoric! It goes into a lot of what you've said here.
Also, to add on, Rebellion shows that the Incubators aren't as logical as they love to say they are. Things are working perfectly fine under Madokami's new system. Energy is still being gathered, but in a more humane way.
But the Incubators exhibit outright greed when they decide that Madokami's system isn't working efficiently enough- despite the fact that the heat death of the universe isn't projected to occur for an incomprehensibly long amount of time. To put things into perspective, the universe is 13.7 billion years old. The heat death of the universe is at least a 10^100 years away, which is such an absurdly large number it's impossible to grasp. In other words, the Incubators have more than enough time to harvest energy that doesn't involve turning little girls into Eldritch abominations, they just don't want to.
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I've tried to comprise a reply to this baffling take, as exhibited in the thread available here, but, surprise surprise, the reblog feature is not working anymore, so I'll just leave it down here, because I'm such a benevolent despot, willing to educate lost souls:
Except they're not. 🤡 No one in-universe believes Rhaenyra's children to be legitimate. We've already had this exact topic in the main series and, I promise you, that absolutely no one was arguing that Cersei's children are legitimate just because she officially claims as such.
Ned's accusation cost him his head and the North refused to acknowledge the rule of the Iron Throne any longer. Stannis declared himself the rightful King on the basis of Cersei's children being bastards. Then he sent a bunch of letters across the realm and enough lords stopped recognising Joffrey as King because he was revealed to be a bastard.
Do you think Stannis sent them a DNA test? A sex tape with Jaime & Cersei? No, this is what he wrote:
"All men know me for the trueborn son of Steffon Baratheon, Lord of Storm’s End, by his lady wife Cassana of House Estermont. I declare upon the honor of my House that my beloved brother Robert, our late king, left no trueborn issue of his body, the boy Joffrey, the boy Tommen, and the girl Myrcella being abominations born of incest between Cersei Lannister and her brother Jaime the Kingslayer. By right of birth and blood, I do this day lay claim to the Iron Throne of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. Let all true men declare their loyalty. Done in the Light of the Lord, under the sign and seal of Stannis of House Baratheon, the First of His Name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, and Lord of the Seven Kingdoms."
I could say the same thing as you and argue that Cersei claimed those children were Robert's, then Tywin and Jaime and Tyrion corroborated her claim. On his deathbed, under dictation, Robert names Ned Lord Regent "until my son Joffrey comes of age". Ned changes the words to "rightful heir" in the will.
So, going by that logic, you can argue that even Robert explicitly named Joffrey his son and heir, which would make Ned a traitor to the crown and Stannis a usurper. Yet this accusation of bastardy caused sufficient uproar within the Realm for the War of the Five Kings to break out. So, evidently, enough people were not okay with an illegitimate person as their King.
You can even draw a parallel between House Baratheon in ASOIAF rejecting Joffrey as a trueborn Baratheon and House Velaryon in HOTD rejecting Luke as a trueborn Velaryon.
#anti rhaenyra targaryen#anti jacaerys velaryon#anti lucerys velaryon#house of the dragon#asoiaf#gods be good#cersei's children being bastards is literally one of the main plot points of the series#never in my life did i think i would be standing here in front of you defending ned and stannis#hotd meta#bastardposting#cersei lannister#ned stark#stannis baratheon#forgive me cersei for draggin u like this
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Hi! I love your Hannibal meta and it's such a joy to see you back. The ask about IWTV reminds me, would there be any chance that you might write the Good Omens meta you said you wouldn't do a few months back XD? Or some hints about what you were interested in talking about? I feel S2 added a bit more depth to the characters that hasn't been discussed enough (or I haven't delved into that fandom enough to see) and the Job story did get a tiny bit Hannibal-y with the god questioning and temptation
Thank you! Glad to be back.
No, I'm not qualified to write Good Omens meta. xD But I can give you ONE piece, the sum of my opinion, which is that the commentary about the finale (what I saw of it, at least) made the common fandom mistake of viewing the characters' actions through the ship instead of through the individual characters' personalities and values. They talk about Aziraphale not being ready for an overt relationship, or just frankly condemning him for his betrayal, or that both of them do not have good relationship skills, or the Metatron's manipulations, or idk, something about the coffee being drugged?
But while all these things are important (maybe not the coffee, idk what's up with that), the real issue that I haven't seen talked about is faith. (Not that I've researched it, so my apologies if this is all going to be not new because someone else covered it extensively, and I'm just not in the fandom so I didn't know.)
And not in faith each other but in God, or more specifically, in God's righteousness.
That's the purpose of the Job story in the narrative, to illustrate that difference in their worldviews. Aziraphale has come to the understanding that Heaven is operating in its own interests, but he still believes in God's goodness. Crowley...doesn't.
That's why Crowley can't go with him because that lack of faith means he doesn't believe that Aziraphale (or even the two of them together, if he were an angel again) could possibly set something right that has no righteousness at its core, while Aziraphale must go to right Heaven because what has been happening there is an abomination of God's goodness in his eyes.
Aziraphale was wrong when he thought that Crowley would take the Metatron's olive branch, but his error is so enormous because he can't wrap his head around how to Crowley, Heaven's iniquity is just a symptom of God's own, which Aziraphale just cannot accept. So he chooses to see it as a flaw in Crowley, instead of recognizing that Crowley's moral backbone is (apparently) greater even than God's.
So what Aziraphale is forgiving Crowley for is not the awkward kiss or anything he did wrong in their relationship. He's forgiving him for his lack of faith. And Aziraphale must go, he has to make Heaven worthy of regaining Crowley's faith, and he has to prove that God is worthy of Crowley's faith as well. He's got to save them all: he has to rescue Heaven from its iniquity, God and goodness and the world itself from the grip of Heaven, and, more than anything, he has to save Crowley from his unbelief, from living in that outer darkness that Aziraphale is really starting to see for the first time.
If Aziraphale can just do these miniscule few teensy tinesy itty bitty wee things, then Everything Will Be Okay.
How this will go in S3 --whether Aziraphale falls and Crowley rises, or something else--is going to be largely dependent on how the show decides to handle God's character. Whatever the powers of Heaven and Hell believe on this show, God Herself seems to be a Deist. She was notably absent in S2, and in S1 She was definitely treating creation like a spectator sport. I think the show is going to have to finally answer the question of whether or not the angels and demons are all carrying out God's Ineffable Plan through following it, or through failing to follow it. The fortunate fall, on a celestial scale, perhaps.
As that is revealed, just how benevolent God is should also be revealed, and I imagine that could have some significant bearing on how the Ineffable Husbands' relationship resolves. They're setting poor Aziraphale up for his own crisis of faith, ofc, and Crowley more than anyone knows just how that outer darkness feels. But they're also setting Aziraphale up to understand that the belief in goodness that he misplaced with God is a belief in goodness he can safely place with Crowley instead.
#good omens meta#bear answers#ineffable husbands#good omens#aziraphale#crowley#not hannibal#this is it#this is all i got#don't ask me questions because i don't know the answers xD
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back in ye olden days, when I was a younger [burst of radio static] I had entire worlds filled to the brim with casts of characters, some of which have been made into OCs, some which lay dormant until I daydream, and some of which I recycle into new ideas as my conceptualization and imagination refine.
One of which that's been on my mind lately is the Gardener. It was titanic being responsible for overseeing the growth of a particular multiverse, plucking and devouring entire universes if they were dead, dying, redundant, or infested with some sort of rot. For the most part, it was simple background detail; a creature who merely existed, placidly grazing on dimensions without life and being little more than window dressing for the settings in my head. On occasion, there would be a big universal threat as the Gardener attempted to snack on a universe contaminated by a maggot (more on that later), but the destruction was always avoided in the end by the work of some great heroes.
Without going into needless detail, I eventually began to conceive of the Sea of Teeth, creatures of immense strength that managed to survive the destruction of their home plane by clinging to the Gardener's infinite bulk. Unable to so much as inconvenience it, they would surge across its surface to feast (in some shape or form) on the scraps of the cosmos as it consumed them; some literally ate, while others collected, and still others rescued or preserved. The latter became the Scholars of the Eaten Realms, a collection of somewhat benevolent, godlike entities who would sometimes go ahead of the Gardener into the plane it was to devour and preserve as much of it as they could.
Others could become Maggots, creatures that leapt from the Gardener to infest and infect living, healthy universes. Think everything from galactic conquerors to hoards of assimilation-monsters to eldrtich abominations, each trying to gain some measure of power or sustenance over a universe after theirs had been destroyed. Inevitably, they ended up contaminating whatever plane they entered, drawing the hunger of the Gardener and ending up destroying what they wished to rule. For some, this was the goal.
This isn't just a peek at the creations I've made in the past and continue to play with to this day whenever my mind drifts, this is a small peek at another project I'm bringing over to the Pathfinder universe. While, obviously, an entity working on the scale of the Gardener would not fit in the setting--except maybe as a considerably smaller-scale creature that consumed planes and demiplanes--'the Sea of Teeth' is a delightfully evocative name I want to use for a deity-level entity. So! all this to say I'm working on a homebrew I'm a little nostalgic for. Hopefully this wistful delight carries me through the whole project!
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