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#The Fanatic
crownsandbishops · 4 months
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(This isn't canon to this au based on how the old faith was founded in my version, but please enjoy this nonetheless lmao)
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filthywaterglass · 2 years
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He’s on vacation let him rest
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sapphic-scylla · 4 months
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I usually go on and on about Matt Mercer’s skills about DMing, but I also want to really gush about his voice acting chops.
Yusuke Kitagawa is an amazing example of this. It seems a simple ask for Matt, but somehow, Matt absolutely nails him. Maybe because Matt’s forte is overly dramatic characters, but either way, listening to Matt bring life to his characters, in a sound booth or behind a DM screen, is truly a master class and a true honor to be witness to.
Like, I can’t even count how many of his characters have genuinely enraptured my attention and actively made my jaw drop because of how clearly I can picture and understand his thoughts and motivations and character work.
Matthew Mercer is truly a master of his craft and his golden heart and his deep care for what he does does nothing but continue to deepen my profound and unshakable respect for the man.
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prince--ofnothing · 1 year
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Can I interest you in a Baron in these trying times?
Anatomy practice with Fikrul, The Fanatic.
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Forsaken Lightfall
Dread not naught. Be brave.
Look around the sky.
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Behold the great | divide, the battle | lines of the cosmic war.
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Fikrul is a Fanatic.
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Scorned and abandoned.
"This is as far as you go."
"Please. For you, I go… instead. All know… darkness lives here. Death. You are not of Ether. Can't bring… you back."
"All the same."
"Yes, Father. We ever serve and await return."
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Fikrul is all who strive to regain strength of self and purpose. He is a survivor. He is the outcast priest of the broken plains, and his sermon is death and all the glory that follows.
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"Go. Inspire. And avenge your murdered friends."
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The why of what we're doing is as important as the what.
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To that end, the Shadow of Earth extended a hand, and into it flew the Shadow's companion-soul, who had spoken not a word for many ages.
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The Shadow bade the companion-soul to speak, and the companion-soul obliged:
I looked at the Gardener.
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I looked at my hands.
"I love you"
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With that, the Shadow's fist closed, and the companion-soul was no more.
I discovered the first knife.
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And then there were two.
You've no idea how fortunate you are to be my chosen. You hold the flesh of a god in your hands. You are mere steps away from our salvation. Only Light|Dark, to|get|her, can unlock my way back into your world.
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That's it, keep going. FREE ME.
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Please, brother. Will you walk through hell for me, one last time?
"Yes."
Good. Then let us finish this.
"Everything I did, I did for her."
You brave,
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devoted,
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pathetic
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fool.
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Thank you.
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Even paradise is a prison....
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when you can't leave.
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"The line between Light | Dark is so very thin.
Do you know which side you're on?"
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Rajesh. When he reached a displacement of eight he told us he was dead. I believed him. He was dead. He spoke to us. It was true. Whatever he saw, it was his own future.
He’s fine, afterwards. When I look into his eyes I wonder what came back wearing his skin. But that thought is unscientific.
We speak of nothing but the device. We talk about it like a demigod. When I get out of here I know the whole world will look like a fraying veil.
I think it’s clear that part of the problem is substrate. We need more than flesh and drug to survive this.
This one's for the minds behind the Deep Stone Crypt. You think just because you made me you can unmake me? Hey, I understand. I were you I wouldn't want people knowing what I did either. Guess you better hope I didn't tell anyone about the crypt. Or about the, uh, what was it? Oh yeah...
Long
Slow
Whisper
Cause if I did, that would be real bad for you, huh?
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I may be dead, but I guarantee you ain't heard the last of me.
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dd2ancestor · 1 year
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these hands can create eldritch horrors unbeknownst to man
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penance; crow & fikrul ficlet;
finally, finally got to write Crow meeting Fikrul. i need this to happen in game asap, by the way! i think Fikrul could totally become our ally! and my friend :D also on ao3
Skimming through countless memories of the Prince of the Reef, Crow is careful to dance about those that came through the Darkness. Sometimes he wonders how many of them are true and how many are a product of elaborate fiction, planted there through the seeds of red flowers of the Black Garden.
And yet, after talking to many people, after reading through dozens of reports, Crow comes to find out nearly none of those were lies. Only somewhat changed through a cracked lens of a sad mind, twisted and upside down, bitter.
Bitter like the Dark Ether.
Crow begins to think of the Fanatic often. Uldren's memories of him are fond. He recalls sitting by his side, talking of their people. A string of understanding woven between them, two misconstrued people, accepted, yet outcasts. Crow remembers the sting of sympathetic tears that spilled against Fikrul's mortal wounds until through wish they closed and sealed and birthed something new.
And it comes as no surprise that Crow finds himself wandering into the space of the Reef, following the trail of corrupted Ether, purposefully searching for a familiar presence within those forsaken rocks. And finding it, alone and hidden, and terribly lonely.
Fikrul walks slowly through a desert plane of one of the broken asteroids. His staff leaves barely a point in the dust, the energy around it crackles.
Crow follows, one tall rock after another, making noise with the soles of his boots by design, until at last the Fanatic turns, raising his staff.
And lowering it just as fast.
"Father?" he croaks deeply. "No, you died."
"And was reborn," Crow says, almost surprised at the regal touch in his voice that has come out all too often lately. "A plunge in the abyss."
Fikrul pauses, consideration in his posture. Crow's memory swims with conversations of faith, of herecy of the Eliksni people, of sermons that Fikrul carried out to the believers. If he could look at Crow through that cracked lens, turned the other way, he would see that a plunge in the abyss may very well lead to a pool of Light.
The Fanatic steps closer. Then again, closer, and Crow moves not. His heart beats madly, less so in fear and more in excitement of a reunion.
Fikrul stops - and slowly bends the knee.
"Father."
Crow leans in and allows himself the impossible - to hug Fikrul, his long lost friend. He doesn't utter another word for a long while, simply simmering in the vivid images of the past long gone. And even though there was cruelty in what Uldren and Fikrul did, there was also a genuine compassion that one had for the other. Standing side by side against the world that wronged them, somehow.
Crow pulls and tugs on the threads of goodness that was of Uldren and weaves them into something new, of his own accord. How strange it is to have control over something with such clarity, that used to drown in obscurity of a bothered mind. Perhaps, it can be a penance on behalf of the Prince.
When Crow lets go, Fikrul walks with purpose again.
Not lonely, not scorned.
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pearl-the-artist · 2 years
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Oh, how the mighty fall...
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wahoo-fish · 1 month
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Chuncolle Fanatic
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Sidney Blumenthal: DeSantis was paraphrasing a social philosopher on the psychological basis of authoritarian movements. Eric Hoffer was an itinerant longshoreman whose book The True Believer, on the mentality of Naziism and Communism, published in 1951, drew praise from President Dwight Eisenhower in one of his first press conferences. Hoffer described how individuals erased their volition and critical thinking by submerging themselves into movements led by demagogues. “The fanatic,” Hoffer wrote, “is perpetually incomplete and insecure. He cannot generate self-assurance out of his individual resources – out of his rejected self – but finds it only by clinging passionately to whatever support he happens to embrace.” The demagogue appeals to restoring the good old days. “A glorification of the past can serve as a means to belittle the present.” Through propaganda, “people can be made to believe only in what they already ‘know’”. Enemies must be identified as the source of decay. “Finally, it seems, the ideal devil is a foreigner. To qualify as a devil, a domestic enemy must be given a foreign ancestry.” But, Hoffer wrote, it would be a mistake to give too much credence to the ideas of demagogues. “The quality of ideas seems to play a minor role in mass movement leadership. What counts is the arrogant gesture, the complete disregard of the opinion of others, the singlehanded defiance of the world.”
Eisenhower, who had led the armies that defeated Hitler, wrote a letter in 1958 warning against authoritarianism. Citing Hoffer, he stated that “dictatorial systems make one contribution to their people which leads them to tend to support such systems – freedom from the necessity of informing themselves and making up their own minds concerning these tremendous complex and difficult questions”. DeSantis, who has attempted and failed to supplant Trump by whipping up hysteria against the menace of “wokeness”, more or less got one of Hoffer’s memorable quotes right. “Every great cause begins as a movement, becomes a business, and eventually degenerates into a racket.” In Georgia, on 14 August 2023, Trump was indicted on 41 felony counts with 18 co-defendants for conspiracy to overturn the 2020 election results under the state’s Rico statute – the Racketeer Influenced and Corrupt Organizations Act. The problem in applying Hoffer’s aphorism to Trump is that with him it was always a racket.
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raisedbycassettes · 2 months
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This is a really specific genre of meme.
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boxohobo · 3 months
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You guys ever get weird brain "glitches" where when you picture a character, for some reason they have features in your mind that they don't actually have in canon?
Like for some reason every time I go to imagine Mulligan he has a mustache.
And the Fanatic from Darkest Dungeon having a goatee that he most certainly does not have in game.
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sun-singer · 2 years
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Inktober day 7: Fanatical, featuring Fikral!
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poorlytunedukulele · 2 years
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"Uldren is delusional," Azra said. "He's slaughtered his own subjects. He's murdered people. Even if he's incapacitated, or harmless, he's a danger to Reef society just by the blood in his veins. If he's willing to try to kill Petra? To kill his people, the ones that he was supposedly dedicated to? He'll do anything. That's dangerous." The Prison of Elders hadn't been able to hold him. They didn't really have many other options.
"Even if he begs and pleads," Veera said hesitantly. "Even if he asks for forgiveness?"
"I don't expect you to shoot him," Azra said. "I don't even expect you to be okay with me shooting him. But he put us on this path. I'm finishing it."
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deceptichubs · 1 year
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ta/rn is very amused and pleased by the change in phar/ma's figure due to all that snacking. He teases lightly, but his touches are gentle - surprisingly so.
phar/ma is quite embarrassed, but ta/rn pampers him (or even vice versa, with phar/ma convincing ta/rn to try the energon, the oil cakes, the cream, appealing to his love of high culture, his personality, to feed him)
perhaps there's some mutual gaining between them, with them both feeding each other <3
Intriguing. I'm into it.
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alejadoao3 · 2 years
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"Okay, okay, geez," the exiled Warlock said. "Don't hafta get all hostile on me."
"Then stop being such a wimp and point me in the right direction," Azra said pointedly. "I'm on a schedule, here."
"Once upon a time, you was shy," Rosencranz lamented. "Whatever happened to that little nervous scout?" His dry words had an unsettled undercurrent to them.
Azra glared at him again. "I am angry," she hissed. "Do you know how much it takes to make me angry?"
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