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vegasandhishedgehog · 1 year

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I've held off posting for a long time about the issue regarding Build and Poi.

A lot of things have rubbed me wrong about the way it went down, how the people involved handled it in the beginning, I am severely allergic to Twitter, and all in all, it's been so much to take in and digest over the past few weeks. I have no real understanding of law for any fucking country and I am not a source blog for news or updates or translations. Speaking in support of anyone, to me, seems perfectly inappropriate and useless. As much as I have my own personal thoughts and feelings, I'm aware of biases and that's no basis for an open conversation.

That, and well....I've been here before. I don't mean with the thing about the dug-up tweets that caused a riot a few months ago. I don't even mean controversial celebrity trials in general. I'm talking about people I personally knew very well being in a lawsuit where some hefty accusations were made and the community got split over their feelings about it. It's a fucking nightmare. I don't need to repeat those details because it was a different case and projecting any of those circumstances onto the one in question would be wrong.

So I'm only going to say this once.

Cut it out.

Stop being self-righteous. Stop taking extreme positions and cutting off friends whose thoughts and views vary. I don't care how convincing one side or the other is to you right now - we do not know the truth and there is a fairly long wait for us to have it laid out for us. If you look at those supporting the opposite side as you and don't think of yourself as also potentially supporting a guilty person, please take a moment to reflect. What is your goal by acting that way? To be right? To feel right? To "weed out the idiots"?

Curate your experience all you like, but cutting people off to such extremes is going to make for very small corners and very nasty echo chambers. This fandom looked itself in the mirror and got so ugly the mirror shattered and we're all just shards now. Little pods of pro-this, anti-that, unsure-something-or-other, etc. There's still so many unanswered questions, and evidence to be reviewed and cross-examined. Some of you will still choose to deny the outcome because it doesn't match the narrative in your head. But before you reach that level of desperation, I simply ask that you put your energy toward making and keeping this fandom a place where people can come for escape.

I won't judge you for being open about who you support here, if you have chosen a side. But attacking and othering people really doesn't make you the better person and you're not gonna get some kind of badge of honor for being woke. A lot of us are just people who come to fandom because it's what brings us joy in a world that is very fucked up, so coming into that space to start fires and burn bridges is really shitty. Making people feel uncomfortable to speak up because they might be attacked or cancelled for merely wanting a proper discussion is awful and I've seen enough.

For those of you who could really use a shoulder to lean on, my offer is here. I can't promise to be a perfect support, and if you're looking for some kind of mediator in an argument that won't be it. But I encourage anyone who needs to get their thoughts and feelings out to take that opportunity privately. Take a step back or a break if you feel like that's gonna help. If you're still unsure, do not hesitate to use any resource you can think of until something works. This has been hard on mental health for some people and it deserves to be acknowledged and given the attention necessary to help people recover.

I still love many people in the KinnPorsche fandom. I still love KinnPorsche. I would love things to heal, regardless of whatever comes out of this lawsuit. I would still love another season of the show if it were possible, for current and upcoming BOC projects to do well, and for the other actors and creators impacted to still enjoy happy lives and careers. I hope this post encourages thoughtfulness and honesty, and most of all, unity. If you've read this far, thanks for at least considering my input.

#kinnporsche #build jakapan #poi patchayamon #be on cloud #boc

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miroana · 1 year

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My Lightbringer predictions

SPOILER WARNING — many, many spoilers for Dark Age and the rest of the series too, of course. Read forward at your own discretion.

@pierce-brown feel free to let me know if I’m right.

Kalindora (the Love Knight) was poisoned by Atalantia

- I’m completely certain of this. When has Darrow EVER used poison on his blade? To put it simply, he doesn’t need it. Atalantia, on the other hand, wears an actual venomous snake around her neck at all times (and I do mean all). Plus, Darrow’s slingBlade was shattered during Lysander’s little jousting session immediately after Kalindora was allegedly mortally wounded. I don’t see Lysander slowly dying in agony from poisoned metal shards embedded in his arm.

- Atalantia has a lot to gain from Kalindora’s death — namely, Lysander au Lune’s name and allegiance, his renewed vigor for war, and the (frankly, disturbing) relationship she establishes with him. Plus, Kalindora was a competitor in terms of political sway in the society reminant.

Volga narration

- Her journey with the Ascomanni needs to be told by someone. Who better than by her?

- Also, following the… umm… “worthy” scene, we’re short a narrator. Eph watching his own heart be eaten was really dark, Pierce. It only makes sense for Volga to pick up his legacy.

Diomedes au Raa plays a significant role

- Diomedes represents Iron Golds of the Rim and is currently with the Society reminant, but we know he healed and freed Cassius (who appears to be working with the Republic). He walks a stiletto line between allegiances, and after the deaths of Romulus and Seraphina, he’s basically the heir to the Rim.

- He has a very strong brand of honor that fits well with the honor shown by Cassius. Diomedes saved Cassius before and led him back to the Republic, and I doubt their relationship has concluded with that.

- Diomedes is also very aware of how traitorous, and, well, messed up, the Core Golds of the Society are, and we already know that he’s hesitant to ally with them.

The Blues will rally around Darrow

- It was mentioned in Golden Son that there are blue training academies on Phobos, which is a moon of Mars. Darrow needs a fleet, desperately, and we all know he’s a master at shifting the paradigm. Also, the Republic still has Colloway, a hero to the blues, and the ace pilot has not yet performed his pièce de résistance.

- I very much doubt Colloway will survive the next book, unfortunately. I hope I’m wrong.

Pax vs Adrius 2.0

- Forshadowed by the Abomination hoping to have a “passage” by killing Pax. I feel confident, however, that Pax will own Adrius, although not kill him. I mean, half of the kid’s DNA is Reaper’s and half is Mustang’s. Come on now.

- Bonus points if Pax kills Lilath too. please

Lykos is destroyed

- By this point, everyone and their mother knows about Darrow’s big, wonderful, bleeding heart, and Society Golds are great at cutting straight for vital organs. Especially if Mars is the final planet protected by the Republic — I just can’t see Lykos township surviving Lightbringer if multiple armies siege the planet.

Lyria infiltrates the Jackal’s dominions on Luna or Tokyo

- As the new Figment, her abilities and their source are incredibly unclear. I think she would do well in a mission like this, and along the way, maybe she can somehow free Sevro and we can find out what exactly the Parasite is. Hopefully, Victra is part of this too.

Quicksilver’s allegiances have changed

- I don’t trust this man one bit. Why was he so comfortable when Virginia blew off the Silver voting bloc just before the Day of Red Doves? Where did the Rim get those new ships that travel so much faster than those of the Core? Honestly, the trillionaire may be funding the Society too. War profiteering is the name of the game for Quicksilver, and I wouldn’t be surprised if his original backing of the Sons of Ares and the Rising was more of a successful investment than a moral cause.

Virginia and Lysander speak

- Somehow, somewhere.

- Lysander most definitely blames Virginia for the deaths of his grandmother, Octavia, as well as Aja, and this must be addressed. Lysander once trusted her, when he was a child, and understands just how brilliant she is, so hearing her perspective could change everything for him.

- I think Virginia’s influence, combined with the revelation about Kalindora’s death at the hands of Atalantia, will be a step in turning Lysander to the side of the Rising. Lysander is incredibly intelligent and empathetic, so I don’t think he is entirely lost yet, despite his horrifying plunge into space racism and rather unfortunate spearing of Darrow. It will be a slow and perilous change, spread over the next two books, but I believe the last Lune will figure out where the light is eventually.

I look forward to finding out what I got right when Lightbringer drops this July!

Hic sunt leones.

#red rising #dark age #pierce brown #darrow of lykos #darrow au andromedus #virginia au augustus #lysander au lune #sevro au barca #cassius au bellona #diomedes au raa #light bringer #dark age spoilers #lionheart #howlers

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authorlaurawinter · 21 days

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Audio!!

If yall aren’t big on audible or want a cheaper audiobook option that pays the author (me) more without a huge pile of gross fees, TCOBS is now available direct for just $20 instead of audible $27.

The Curse of Broken Shadows

Blurb below

An assassin, a powerful dagger, and a magic that shouldn’t exist.

Shadow magic is extinct. The Veil Worshippers who honor the shadow god’s wall are hunted for their artifacts, including the Veil shards that break off the wall in Valisea.

Brela vows to steal it all back. With the dagger of her people and a Veil shard embedded in her collarbone that has infected her with shadow-cursed magic, she is determined to keep her secrets or suffer a fate worse than death. That was a lot easier when the uptight and infuriatingly handsome Captain Cason Valkip wasn’t hunting her.

Cason has spent his entire life hiding—from the raids on Valisea, from his emotions, and from his multiple gods-blessed magics that everyone is afraid of… everyone except Brela. The chaotic, non-magic wielding assassin who drives him insane is also the only person who has never looked at his tainted magic without any ounce of fear. Which is why being forced to work with her to discover the source of the breaking wall sets his already uncontrollable fire magic ablaze.

With tension growing in the remaining kingdoms and mythical beasts threatening her at every turn, Brela’s secrets might not remain hidden for much longer. To survive, she will have to work with the one man who could burn her.

Because if shadow hell is released, no one will be safe.

For fans of Sarah J. Maas's Throne of Glass series, Avatar: The Last Airbender, and D&D. Dive into this epic, enemies to lovers fantasy with magic, found family, and knives. Lots and lots of knives. This is book 1 in a planned 3 book series (not including the prequel) and thus ends on a cliffhanger.

Suggested reading order:

Book 1: The Curse of Broken Shadows

Book 0: The Bones of Crystal Sands

Book 2: The Wings of Shattered Fire

Book 2.5: The Blade of Severed Bonds

Book 3: TCOFD

TW: This book contains explicit content and dark elements, including language, violence and torture, mature romantic scenes, and mentions of abuse.

#audiobook #audiobooks #wip: shadows #booklr #bookblr #romantasy books #romantic fantasy #indie author #fantasy #amwriting #romantasy

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theloveandthedead · 11 months

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Petrichor: A L’amour Et Mort Side Story

This takes place after Chapter 36

After their flight around Paris, Olivia bashfully bid him goodnight before diving under the covers and curling into a ball.

As for Alucard,, he laid in his coffin and stared into the darkness while idly tracing a finger over his lips.

Since realizing he was in love with Olivia, Alucard knew he was venturing into dangerous territory. His sole priority–his very reason for being–was to serve the Hellsing family.

Yet, this young woman who had started as only a source of curiosity had carved out a place for herself in his soul, and he found his thoughts drifting her way more often than was appropriate.

But he served only one master, so he kept a tight leash on his bothersome feelings while also teasing her a bit–if only because her annoyed expression lit a flame in his veins.

Yet, there were times where his grip slacked and Alucard indulged these feelings with lingering touches and indirect kisses.

That was all he permitted himself because he couldn’t allow himself to cross that line.

Not because kissing her would be a betrayal to his loyalties to Hellsing but…..because he wasn’t worthy of such an honor.

He was a pathetic,cowardly dog and defiling her lips with his filth was too great of a sin.

But that didn’t stop him from imagining though.

And so, Alucard forced himself to be content with these miniscule luxuries but then the unexpected happened.

Olivia had kissed him.

She had pulled him close, teased him about his chaste behavior, and kissed him with those luscious lips that had occupied his daydreams.

And it was better than anything he could’ve imagined.

Now that Olivia had breached the metaphorical line, the chains binding the wolf were gone and he pounced towards the enticing rabbit.

His desires would no longer be sated with indirect kisses and if it were not for Olivia’s temper at being awoken, he would slithered into bed with her and begged for more.

So Alucard waited for the first sign of morning to peek through the window before springing up and reaching for her–only to find the bed empty and noise drifting from the bathroom.

He found her sweeping the broken mirrors shards into a pile, still in her nightgown. So absorbed into her work, Olivia had yet to notice him so Alucard leaned against the doorway and watched her.

“Ms. Chevalier will be upset that I ruined her mirror.” Olivia muttered, running a hand through her chopped hair. “As well as being confused regarding where all my hair went.” Heaving a sigh, she continued her work before pausing suddenly.

Alucard was about to speak up when a blush grew across her cheeks, and he felt his throat close as she raised a trembling hand to her lips.

Then, as she traced the plump skin, she had the audacity to smile and let out a giggle that made him rip off handfuls of the doorframe.

“WHAT THE–?!” Olivia leapt back, eyes wide as she took in a ravenous looking Alucard who was clutching chunks of broken wood in his hands. “What on Earth did the doorframe do to you?! Are you trying to get us into trouble?! Ms. Chevalier was kind enough to give us this room and now we are destroying everything left and right and—what are you doing?”

Charging forward, Alucard fell to his knees before her and buried his face against her abdomen, his breathing ragged.

“You cruel woman,” He growled, nose trailing up towards her sternum. “Stimulating my appetite so early in the day.”

“Wh–What–What did I do?!” Olivia could feel steam shooting from her ears as the fearsome No Life King nuzzled against her like a lovesick puppy.

And Oh Gosh, she was actually liking it!

“Ngh–We–We need to go eat breakfast!” Olivia stuttered out, halfheartedly trying to pry him off. “And we have so much to do today so c’mon on! Get up and let’s…..” The words died at her lips as Alucard raised his head and locked eyes with her. “Let’s…..” Her hands were cupping his face, her heart doing flips as he nuzzled into her touch. “We….need….to….” His face was getting closer to hers, both their eyes fluttering shut in unison. “We…..”

And their lips met, extinguishing any further arguments or petition for breakfast.

#aluvia #olivia and alucard #venus and mars #l'amour et la mort #hellsing fanfic #olivia #alucard

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lady-grace-pens · 7 months

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Follies Excerpt [11]

100k. Homegirl breaks a mirror + another bit from the Heads Up Seven Up snippet from this morning ;) I’m obsessed with these scenes

Taglist: @wordwizards @serafyyn @isabellebissonrouthier @flowerprose

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The devil fashions himself the epitome of casual. A lax European model with his hands stowed away in his pockets and his brows raised in layman’s sympathy, all but shrugging with a metaphorical cigar on his lips.

Much as I burn to cause a scene that would honor Cleopatra and the great actresses of long past… I flex my fists. Nothing more.

“So that’s it then?”

He goes to speak. I strike him twice, once per cheek. In the time it takes him to process my movements, I snatch the maroon blanket on his couch. Wrapping it around my body, I storm out the front door, not bothering to slam it behind me.

The street is nothing but a spotlight. A void of sun and the whites of eyes, with the concrete gradually baking my bare feet. Whispers fill my ears, the greatest proof that I’m making an utter spectacle of myself.

I sprint across the street and throw myself against the red door of home.

It doesn’t budge.

Fumbling with the knob yields me the same result, but it’s all I can think to do. Possessed by instincts, I drive myself into the damn thing again. And again. And again.

By a miracle, it opens. I stumble inside. It shuts behind me. I glance around but the place is soulless.

Cal. Where is she? My baby, she… Oh God. What of Pierre?

I whirl around. Ilya replaces my view of the door. Before he has room to interrogate me, I demand the whereabouts of my sister.

“She’s still with Pierre. Hospital decided to keep him and Matt a bit longer but they should be home soon.”

“She’s isn’t here? What do you mean she isn’t here? Where’s my sister? I—I need my… I need my…”

Ilya’s voice is a murmur to the titans groaning in my ears. The memory of Arthur pairs with insects skittering across my skin. I dash upstairs, to my room, and lock the door behind me. Fingers draw blood from my scalp as I slave over the empty stretch of floorboards.

In an onslaught of mania, I sweep the ornaments off my dresser. I tear down the lights and rip the tapestry from its hooks. The force of my screams sends me to my knees in the center of my room.

Dammit! Don’t I deserve more than this? Acting as if it never happened. Posing as if it’s anything lesser than what it is. Childish first love, the thrill of a summer fling, or the cool breeze.

Infatuation, at best.

I catch her snake eyes in the mirror above my dresser. For a moment I can’t register her as a fraction of myself. This rage can’t be my own. It can’t be human. It can only be a beast whose features are the envy of a snarling old olive tree.

My fingers coil around a candelabra laying at my hip. Heart raging, breath abandoned, I launch it at her with one fluid strike. Time crawls as glass rains down upon me. Laughter foams on my tongue, tickled by the crystalline shards glittering through the air. For something so dangerous, they carry themselves with the beauty and serenity of falling snow. My eyes flutter closed. I lift my head, even open my mouth for a taste.

Ilya’s feet thunder upstairs. Screaming my name, he sprints for my door and rams himself against it. The locks are old things, so they give way without much force, but for my life I can’t understand what possessed him. At the sight of me, his eyes bulge and his grip tightens around the doorframe, exclaiming, “Jesus! Fuck.”

Fractals of glass are splayed all around me. Each one is bonded to the other via streams of blood gushing from an unknown source. Perhaps multiple, considering the volume. They retain their function as a mirror, displaying my lazy smile and half-mooned eyes—though both are muddied by streaks of rust.

Turning over my limbs, I can’t resist a laugh. Crystals and crimson dress my body. Ilya gawks as if I were a circus freak, but I’ve never felt more divine. I could make an army of men worship me with my tongue of diamonds.

What good would that do when the one I love scorns me? What then? What now?

My coat of ecstasy slips. The head bows and the eyes grow fuzz, staring at nothing yet musing over everything. Silence rots my will to speak. Ideas stall and my joints lock.

Ilya scoops me into his arms. Caution bleeds through the cracks in his voice. Too many. Too obvious.

“Come on. Let’s go visit Pierre.”

•••

“Em.”

“What do you want from me?” I spring to my feet.

Arthur gapes through jaded lashes. Times skates on before he settles on the word, “Truth.”

I shake my head. My voice teeters off the edge of a rocky summit. My stomach has already taken the fall.

“I can’t be like you. I can’t.”

“But you can! You can.”

He floats to his feet, sweeping my hips into his palms before I have the mind to object. His face is centimeters from my own—acetone to our surroundings. The steam from our breath piles in the faint cracks of our smile lines. I part my lips. My hand finds it’s way to his stomach where I latch onto his belt. Our torsos collide, coaxing a moan from my lips. His grip tightens. Our foreheads touch.

I lick my lips, grazing his own. His mouth bursts with plums. Saccharine and tart create the exact impression I’d expect from our second first kiss.

“Last night melted your tongue so sweetly,” he utters, praise only fueling my acrid desire to suckle him dry. “You remembered our dream—”

Memory extracts the wool from my eyes. In a bout of agony, Arthur becomes my pillow and my punching bag. Think fraught caresses and impassioned pounding, lonely pleas versus touch-starved mangling. Each jerk of my head rubs my nose in my snot, spit, and tears as I wail into his chest.

“Please don’t make me say it. Not like this.”

He stopped holding me ages ago. I realize that only as my arms fall to my sides and my sobs begin dragging their tails. He scorns me with his arid pause, unchanging. My hope sticks to the morning grime costing my teeth.

His hand is a gavel clamping down on my shoulder. My sentence is proclaimed without having mentioned a word.

I wipe my nose with my sleeve. Upon the gathering of my wits, I straighten and look up to face the grave I’ve dug for myself.

#wip: foad #wip: follies #writing #my writing #writeblr #creative writing

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glacierbash · 10 months

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Shadowbringers + endwalker spoilers under the read more I am just THINKING

Yknow. I think emet-Selch’s “remember that we once lived” fucked iverelle up. More than anybody could ever comprehend. Knowing she’s a shard of Azem, let alone, like, the most “full” one, and the one who had most directly dealt with all three Paragons, she definitely feels there’s a sense of responsibility on her shoulders that nobody else has to deal with. She WANTS to remember, she WANTS to honor them, and as she learns more about Azem, she wishes SO badly there could’ve been some other way to solve things with the Paragons.

And then. Like. EW happens and we meet Hermes, and Iverelle—who is already having MASSIVELY complex emotions and a huge identity crisis (“Who matters more? Azem, the Warrior of Light, or me?”)—finds somebody who feels the SAME as her! Somebody who, despite living a good life, feels that deep, unshakable pit of despair, somebody who suffers like her—

And she asks “why didn’t I help him?” Why didn’t Azem befriend Hermes? Why didn’t Azem HELP him? Is Azem so different from ivwrelle that she wouldn’t befriend a suffering man and aid him? Then why is everybody so focused on Iverelle being Azem, when she’s clearly not? She’s caught living in the shadow of a being she doesn’t even know, and she WANTS to honor emet-selch, she WANTS to honor Azem, she WANTS to honor elidibus, but she CANT. She is so inherently opposed in goal that she feels she’ll never be able to do that.

And then Pandaemonium rolls around, and Iverelle realizes… Elidibus is her friend—or, no, he was. Themis wasn’t Azem’s friend, he was *her* friend. He wasn’t just Elidibus then, no Heart of Zodiark, Themis was Iverelle’s friend and the two were close. For once, for *once,* even if they all saw her as “Azem’s Familiar,” he was her friend. For the first time, an ancient just saw her as a friend.

I think a big thing Iverelle DEALS with bc of this is the whole… “how much of me was predetermined from the start?” Her echo is a manifestation of Azem’s powers that Hydaelyn awoke, her wanderlust is shared by the Ancient One, were her heroic actions also something that was bound to happen? Was she ever free to make her own choice? Or was she destined to be a hero, the warrior of light, not because of any merit, but because she’s Azem on the Source? Is “Iverelle” even important, or is she just… Azem, but weaker?

#auhguhhughheihbfnfnfkjg THOUGHTS….#iverelle is. angry. sad. confused. she hates it.#she’s just a person. she’s just some idiot who left home way too late who nobody should even care about. why is she a hero?#why is she dealing with. points to contents of the rambles.#she’s not equipped for it. it should be somebody else. but she has no choice.#destined from the start.#AHHH my girl:)#oc: iverelle vauvenelle

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vierandancer · 10 months

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Phaedra was a Shard of Azem and predestined Warrior of Light on the Tenth reflection.

She was raised in Omnia, an ever-expanding territory nestled in icy mountains of her realm. Omnia had began relatively small and focused on technology, but in the last century, its royal family claimed to have been visited by the one true god. This mysterious deity stated that Omnia was humble, but its people were chosen, and destined to save the realm by conquering it in order to prevent a Calamity.

Thus, Omnia would -- like its equivalent in the Source, Garlemald -- would fall under the spell of the Ascians, and begin a crusade to conquer its neighbors in the hopes of protecting their world. Phaedra was a citizen of Omnia and proudly conscripted into service, where she was eventually sent to foreign lands to help subjugate others. Eventually, she was trained as an assassin, and assisted in several missions that helped bring other societies into the fold.

But Phaedra had caught sight of a meteor shower in her early twenties, and suddenly was visited by visions and whispers of yet another mysterious voice. She did everything she could to drown it out, while fighting down her horror at how cruel her superiors could be in their mission.

But still, she did as she was told, and did not dare acknowledge or share word of the voice calling out to her very soul. It was only after she was brought before the Queen of Omnia, who sought to honor her for her service, did she finally catch sight of the 'god' manipulating the royal family. It was in this moment that she recognized the Ascian from the nightmares she had fought to suppress, and could no longer deny the truth of the matter: that Omnia's well-meaning royal family had been manipulated into the delusions of a much more sinister force.

But Phaedra, an assassin who had been trained never to trust anyone and mostly kept to herself, did not have allies to turn to. She did not have the knowledge on her side of how to kill an Ascian. There was little to no intel to gather, as she normally would prior to stalking a target.

All she could do was challenge the Ascian when they were alone, which was what she did. By some grace of miracles, she did manage to best them -- but had not anticipated their ability to return to life.

The Ascian cut her down, used her as an example of any who opposed them, and quickly drove the Tenth to ruin in accordance with the plan to revive Zodiark.

#azem.#npc.#// brain: hey lanna why dont u make another azem shard #// me: OK

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meowww-ffxiv · 1 year

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Meowdred: *tries to get a cookie jar off a shelf in Fortemps Manor and can't reach it*

Meowdred: B(

Meowdred: Hm. A gargoyle could definitely reach it. Lemme just--

Theodore, materializing out of thin air: THOU SHALT NOT SUMMON DEMONS FROM HELL IN THIS HOOOOUSE.

Theodore: Does that not bother you.

Meowdred: What?

Theodore: That "baby" ahriman nibbling on your tail.

Meowdred: Oh haha. Nah, his teeth aren't sharp enough. He's just biting fur.

Theodore: The response to that should have been "Good Matron, a demon is biting me! I must kill it! Aaaargh!"

Meowdred: Voidsents are fairly straightforward when they want to kill you. When entered into a pact, the ways they seek to circumvent binding terms are fairly predictable. If only even half of Ul'dahn merchants would have that level of grace.

Theodore: What is it that you sought in the Void anyway? Why do you constantly want to open a Void gate?

Meowdred: ...You know, some of those capable of thought and feelings, they'd seek ways to cross over to the Source not to cause havoc but to die.

Meowdred: A life cut short is tragic but so is a life drawn overlong. Existence unending. At the point where continuing to live only means enduring more pain with no hope for recourse or rescue, then the one that life belongs to should have the agency to make a choice about how they want to pass on. So these voidsents who seek a dignified end would cross over and...some decide they want to keep going after all, while some carry on what they planned.

Meowdred: It's more cost effective to drag those small souls through a Void gate than to individually contract them and carry them over. At some point what I've been doing will be too costly for me to keep doing. So a Void gate.

Meowdred: Plus it's fun. To tear down the walls between reality. ^w^ I wanna know what my Shard selves are like.

Theodore: I see.

Theodore: But you still can't attempt that again in densely populated areas.

Meowdred: I KNOOOOOW.

Meowdred: Maybe we should make sword cookies for the Fortemps knights.

Theodore: What if the short end break off and they look like penises.

Meowdred: Then we should all eat 2 in honor of Haurchefant.

Theodore: [longest sigh ever.mp3]

Meowdred: *making glass lily lamps* You know. I hear lilies are poisonous to cats.

Theodore: I see. I will not be bringing any to Lord Edmont then. Honoroit recently adopted a stray.

Meowdred: Oh that's cool.

Meowdred: By the way lilies aren't poisonous to miqo'tes.

Theodore: Speaking from personal experience?

Meowdred:

Theodore: No. Please don't. No--

Meowdred: It was impulsive. I took a bite of the pollen.

Theodore: NO!!!

#meowdred surana #theodore pentaghast #theodore 'WHAT ARE U EATING? PLASTIC???' pentaghast #being friends with a cat is a small burden

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iphigeniacomplex · 1 year

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Jesus’ Girlhood (2022)

Vintage box, lipstick, prayer cards, My Little Pony toy, Barbie head, miniature Barbie doll, doll hairbrush, Barbie stamp, Disney princess band-aids, glitter glue, photographs, stickers, mirror shard, miniature disco ball

A reliquary holding various objects pertaining to Jesus and pop-culture girlhood.

When I think of girlhood, the experience is intertwined with violence—violent thoughts, violent desires, violent actions; the constant threat of violence turned inward. I also think of pop culture, and the way corporations seek to monopolize girlhood and turn it into something more easily consumed. I was not raised with religion, but I can’t help but notice parallels with the cultural consumption of Christianity. It was only when I saw Pool & Marianela’s controversial Barbie: The Plastic Religion series, which depicted, among other things, a Ken doll as the crucified Christ, that I was able to connect the two in my mind.

In Jesus’ Girlhood, I build a girlhood for Jesus through pop culture femininity, using quotes from sources as diverse as poet and writer K-Ming Chang, musician Ethel Cain, Leviticus 26:29, and Matthew 27:45-46. There are echoes of violence–-a Barbie is shown decapitated, Jesus’ crucifixion is referenced amidst photographs of childhood, and Disney princess Band-Aids adorn the walls. Is it possible to construct a girlhood without violence? Is it possible to honor Jesus without acknowledging the figure of the violated and the martyred? Is there even a difference between the two questions?

#it speaks!#my art #reliquary #ethel cain #girlhood #im not quite sure how to tag this but Look at it.

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the-unending-journey · 1 year

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🖊!

Kiyo isn't one to wear lots of jewelry, but there are a few pieces she can't stand not leaving the house without having them on

One is a necklace given to her by her adoptive mother. It's just a simple pendant with Halone's symbol engraved into it that's been passed down through Lucinne's family for generations. Kiyo often sees at as a little source of strength and a way to ground her worried thoughts

One is another necklace that's a small shard of the Mothercrystal and a constant reminder of Hydaelyn's love for her

Another is a rather worn engagement ring from Haurchefant which she refused to part with even after his passing. It's not that she can't let go of his death; she eventually gets passed that. It's more that she's honoring his memory and the love they had for one another, and knowing he'll always be watching over her in her travels

And last, but not least, after the events of Endwalker, Kiyo had Tataru help her fashion a hair clip designed to look like a Nymeian Lily and an Elpis flower entwined together. The Lily is her way of mourning and never forgetting those she's lost in her journeys, even her enemies, and honoring their memories. The Elpis flower is a constant reminder that, no matter what, to never lose hope and to keep walking on

...Have I mentioned Kiyo is an extremely sentimental woman?

#ask game #thanks!#OC: Kiyo #Lore: Character

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voidsentprinces · 1 year

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Voidsent AU is base on a few points:

1. Something the occurred long before Amaurot influences its fall and causes reverberations that change how the Ascians and thereby the Garlean Empire functions.

2. The Thirteenth Shard is a different sort of locational beast, the Princes are birth from it falling to the void and are then subsequently for unknown reasons shot towards the Source. But due to the time and space dialation in the void this however causes at least one of them to appear in the First Astral Era while others show up throughout history. Causing what would of been the budding Lambs of Dalamud who we stomp out during our exploration into Tam-Tara Deepcroft to actually form sooner and in the Coerthas region. Allowing this once budding cult to actually have time to build steam and influence the founding of Ishgard. We’ll get back to them in a moment.

3. The Warriors of Light didn’t appear in the Sixth Umbral Era. Causing the events of Dalamud’s Fall to play out differently and also causing the Scions of the Seventh Dawn to have far less influence on the goings on in Eorzea. They are still relied upon for some things. But they’re more of an investigative group for Primals rather than a political force.

On these key points, I will now go into point 2 since point 1 contains story spoilers.

Due to at least one Prince appearing at the Dawn of Mortal written history, a cult surrounds their presence. Leading to the Lambs of Dalamud to eventually style themselves after the Princes. And with the Founding of Ishgard, they find their perfect template. Where the Heavens’ Ward are suppose to be knights of valor, honor, and virtue. The Cult that styles itself the Sanguine Court seeks to mirror the opposite of Ishgard. Splitting into seven households each one with its own force and group based on; Envy, Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Wrath, and Pride. Additionally, the High Houses of Ishgard are blackmailed into tolerating the Court as it knows the secrets that would cause the Dragonsong War to collapse prematurely. Thus is the Court welcome to take any bastard born of Ishgard into their wings as well as operate as the underbelly of Ishgard. This eventually back fires however with the suddenly arrival of several Princes around the time of Doma’s fall to Garlemald. Using this time to rise up and take total control of Ishgard, the Court ousts the High Houses. Banishing them from Ishgard and taking control of the region. Forcing Sharyalan to abandon Idyllshire even sooner than they wanted to. Though Matoya is still in her hovel.

The Court takes the entire Dragonsong War into their own hands but since forcing Ishgard’s hand early. Both Hraesvelgr and Nidhogg are captured and dragged into the depths of the Fallen Ishgard. This will shape the environment Hilda, Estinien and Aymeric grow up in. And alter Haurchefant’s path as House Fortemp managed to flee the burning city with a few High House companions and into Gridania. The Court doesn’t give chase however and instead closes down Ishgard, Coerthas, and Dravania. No one goes in. No one gets out. And they take this to a logical extreme. As Garlemald does eventually arrive close to Dravania and Coerthas but every time they send a force in to prod the Court. The entire military sortie just disappears. There’s no bodies left behind, there’s no signs of a struggle. They just simply vanish. This gives Garlemald a hint that Ishgard just isn’t worth it. So they turn their sights fully from Ishgard and straight into Gridania.

With not just Gaius wishing to conquer Eorzea, the Emperor of Garlemald puts the full might behind the Black Wolf. And thus the logical conclusion comes to invade Gridania from Ala Mhigo. However, with the slightly added bonus of the Fortemps Knights adding as a buffer and aid with the Gridanian forces. They continue to reach a stalemate until one battle a little later.

So that’s Doma, Ishgard, Gridania, Ala Mhigo, and Garlemald. What of Limsa Lominsa and Ul’dah? Well, I am afraid Limsa Lominsa is a little less interesting. As they are an island nation removed from Eorzea and the Admiral is an absolute bad ass. There is little in way of change in that region, save for one thing. The Voidsent Prince of Envy is on a blood rampage through the Sahagin Lands. Leading for an even more tense situation politically. As the Admiral does mean to eventually make good on her pact with the Kobolds and Sahagin. She also has to weigh the options of keeping Envy occupied by letting him slaughter sahagin or draw his ire to Limsa Lominsa which would be like inviting Titan over for tea. After killing several kobold in front of him. So Limsa is sort of tip toeing around the entire situation there.

As for Ul’dah...unfortunately Thanalan has become a sort of reverse “The First” situation. Let me explain, much like when a Lightwarden arrives in an area and Sineaters swarm. If enough Voidsent Princes gather in a spot, there is a chance for them to call up a swarm of Voidsent. And unfortunately, Ul’dah is inadvertantly playing host to four Princes at once. The currently public Prince is the one that appeared on the Bloodsands before Dalamud’s fall becoming a Champion of the Arena and obtaining a seat on the Monetarist council. The champion is the Voidsent Prince of Greed (unbeknownst to anyone actually at the table), who instead of causing havoc is teaming up with the Mandervilles to make more opertunities for refugees in the Gold Saucer as well as actively employing them in his own operations.

Despite this however, there was an issue that made the Princes go from secret knowledge that only the Sanguine Court held to public knowledge and that is that the Voidsent Prince of Pride appeared three years before Dalamud’s Fall and called upon on the swarms of Voidsent. And may of also caused other Princes to find a way IN to Eorzea while he was at it. This brought rise to a certain kind of adventurer called Voidsent Hunters. One of these Hunters in particular was able to investigate and track down Pride. It is unknown if she slayed the Prince but the swarm eventually dispersed and Pride hasn’t been heard of since then. As proof of her success, she brought back Pride’s heart that she carved out and now keeps on her person.

But that is more general wise. Back to inside Ul’dah, Ilberd Feare was able to uncover the Ivy earlier than expected and subsequently detain her. Though without the Crystal Braves backing him up and as a lone sword-for-hire, he lost the use of his shield arm. Leaving him worse for wear, it is good however that Raubahn suddenly had need for a new right hand man and who better than his comrade-in-arms from Ala Mhigo? So Ilberd and his family were moved to Ul’dah and he seems far more sensible never going mad with vengeance, helping keep Gaius from gaining a foothold in Thanalan as well as working with the Mandervilles and Greed to seek safe shelters for his people and make the dream of taking back Ala Mhigo a reality even brighter than before. He also helps Raubahn train Pippin. As Ilberd plans to return to help rebuild Ala Mhigo the day it is returned to them and knows Raubahn will need a second good in swordsmanship, politics, and spy networking.

Though that might all SOUND good, the moment I drop you into Voidsent AU several things are happening.

In Limsa Lominsa, a meeting is called to how to deal with Envy and the Admiral has taken on an alcoholic sailor who survived his entire ship sinking at sea. Nearly drowning himself and being the sole survivor as her reluctant ward. I say reluctant cause she literally has a mountain of debt on him for gambling and drinking himself black out every night and he’s a general menace to Limsa. So she’s forcing him to do tasks until its paid off. Which may include also dealing with Envy. If he dies, his debt is paid of. If he lives, he needs to pay of his debt sort of deal.

In the Black Shroud, unfortunately, the tides have changed for the worst. A new Garlean commander suddenly appeared in the middle of a skirmish new the Hawthorne Hut. Causing a complete route of the Gridanian and Fortemp forces. Losing Gridania that region, shortly there after the Slyphs were captures or eliminated as something strange happened. The new commander confronted and defeated Ramuh after pushing Gridania out of that part of the Shroud. Putting Gridania on high alert. Seeing a need for more options, the Seedseer sends the Ishgardian Knights north to the Camp Dragonhead region to personally retake what little they can.

To the shock of the Knights however, they find the region outside of the Gates of Judgement completely abandoned. The Court has just up and left everything there from the Observatorium to the Stone Vigil completely unoccupied. With now Dravanian forces in the area and the Ixals hunted to near complete annihilation by the Court. The Knights are able to occupy the area and make contact with Mor Dhona to request adventurers for aid to help keep an eye on Garlean movements in the area of the Shroud, Gridania just lost.

As the Seedseer licks her wounds and prepares her city for the worst. She is forced to rely on the head of an exiled Ishgardian household who was forced to leave years before the Court even dreamed of taking over Ishgard. Apparently, dealing with this person is like handling a Monkey’s Paw. When he first arrived he met with the then leader of Gridania and offered that in exchange for safe haven in the Lavender Beds. He who would grant the leaders of Gridania (collectively) sixteen favors, no matter how impossible they might of been, that he would see through to the end.

When the Seedseer came to power, they were down to five favors left and she used the one favor, jokingly, for this person to stop Dalamud. And to everyone’s shock this seemingly ordinary elezen exiled from Ishgard before the High Houses’ exodus destroyed Dalamud and Bahamut but not without the consequences of leaving the entire land scarred. The Seedseer hasn’t called on this man since as she has been, understandably, tense about dealing with him again. But fate is forcing her hand into meeting with him to discuss the situation in the Shroud. Worst yet, she feels like as soon as the last four favors are granted, this person will be free to do as he pleases and she does not like what that might imply. Worst still this action alienated Ul’dah and Limsa Lominsa from working with Gridania which is why the Seedseer has had to lean on the remaining Ishgardian Knights and aid from Mor Dhona for support.

Meanwhile, in Ul’dah, where I mean to begin Act I. People have been disappearing and not in the usual Ul’dah manner. At first it was the poor and downtrodden but recently it has been a member or two of the Monetarists as well as a couple members of the Scions of the Seventh Dawn’s investigative team. No one knows why or how but its put the entire city on edge. To help bolster the city’s morale, the Sultana has decided to hold a tournament of entertainment to fight in memory of those lost in the Battle of Cartneau. Publically, the army won the day and Garlemald was pushed away. But secretly, the Sultana knows Gridania unleashing a horrific trump card won the day. Still, it had been five years and time must march forward and those who were caught in the blast radius must still be honored.

Subsequently, since Louisoix didn’t stop Dalamud, he is still very much alive and well. And has decided to send his Grandchildren to Eorzea to see the land, be apart of the world, and help bolster the Scion’s ranks since some of its members had vanished. Sharlayan forced to abandon Idyllshire sooner than expected has made them a tiny bit more receptive in communicating with the Eorzean Alliance even if its just to lean what the fuck is doing on over there. So they’re not surprised by an army of voidsent worshiping cultists again.

Elsewhere in Kugane, the City is currently in a civil war between the Sekiseigumi and a faction known as the Mistress’s Bedlam. A criminal organization lead by a woman known only as the Bone Maiden. Each side warring over control of the port city at large. Garlemald due to focusing more on Ala Mhigo has been less restrictive on Doma and thus things in the Ruby Price are also tame for the moment. Though the Confederacy are under no illusion much is still on a knife’s edge.

In Garlemald proper, when they tried to invade the Azim Steppe they accidentally stumbled upon a recently won Naadam. Angring the Tribes, the recent winner of the event, however, didn’t send the tribes after Garlemald. Instead single handledly defeated Galbranth’s invading legion show her prowess. Impressed by this, Garlemald made a pact to never enter the Steppe again in exchange that the Khagan serve Garlemald. Which they accepted leaving the Steppe for the tribes leave as they wish in exchange for joining the might of Garlemald. Whom itself has had its own strange developments. Its Emperor styling themselves the Immortal Solus. And true to their word and the astronishment of the Garlean population. The Emperor hasn’t aged a day since he founded the conquering militant force. This grants the Garleans hope and a reverie almost worship for their Emperor as never before. And thus with no need for an heir, the Garleans are similar to Ishgard in they answer to their one Emperor but politically are beholden to the high houses of their own empire: Brutus, Darnus, Garlond, and Galvus are the ones with the most power. And with the needs of the people and indeed, their Empire never in question. There is no requirement for a Popularis to meet with the Emperor.

And then there is the First Shard...which I will save for another day. Lets just say...things have gone wrong. So...So...SO wrong on the First but we’ll get to that when we get to that.

Welcome to the Voidsent AU.

#{ Welcome to the Voidsent AU }#{ Whenever I get around to fucking doing it }

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greenhairedattorney · 2 years

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Hey oz not to intrude or anything but how did you get that scar?

Oh, you mean my cracks?

I... don't know where they came from. I can't remember anything past a few months ago, and even then, I think I got the cracks ages before then.

And it's alright! I don't mind these questions. If anything these are the same questions I ask as well so you and I are both on the same page

I don't exactly know how the cracks look like per say. Looking at any mirror can cause some rather bad effects to me that not even Yasuo has any answers to. So I only know of its existence via touch.

Even so, the cracks change periodically throughout the day. Some moments its fracturing into tinier shards, others, just a few cracks across my face.

We don't know what triggers these changes. However the cracks get fixed when I interact certain items or words that are related to my past. We tested these with some items around the house and so far we only got one item and two words that are certainly related.

For the item, its this white bow tie my modern self has from a costume from last year. The words are "little creature/monster" (I'm using both because they get results, but beast does not) and "objection your honor" (which, makes sense given the fact I still remember that I was an attorney previously. though that string of words produces cracks whereas "attorney" or "district attorney" does not)

its... a bit of a stretch, but I've heard from my friends that the internet is a great source of finding answers. so if you or anyone else has any theories as to this or any experiments you want to try. I'm all ears.

thank you for the question!

-atty. oz

#rp #wkm da #wkm district attorney #district attorney oswin unknown #who killed markiplier #ask #da oc #markiplier #in space with markiplier #anonymous #returned messages (asks)

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lunaticus-platina · 2 years

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That goddamn smirk of his.

That smug, self-satisfied upturn of lips did him in.

It couldn't be helped now. Just for that small infuriating action, BK would show the whole wide word how deep his own idiocy reached its roots. There was no winner without the beaten, no game without a pawn, no play without the actor, and he was quite a jester if he'd say so himself. Being a King's clown is the highest honor, he used to say. To him the sentinel of North Kill was no mere Knight. He was every bit deserving of that crown.....only, it was not what the man wanted.

Power, he surely craved. But it only stemmed from the stolen control over his life, his very own fate. Struggle for freedom and individuality, whilst juggling his two major obligations: maintaining the sacred oath intact, which keeps the morality and community secure, and upholding his role to guard the kingdom of the old malignant monarchs. Decades of dedication was a testament to his loyalty.

Loyalty. Out of all the traits a person could possess, Loyalty, was what drew BK in the most. Being born with a heart three times too big to properly fit into the ribcage, he made a habit of wearing it on his sleeve at all times, on full display. All kinds of vermins gathered by the fresh, bright, beating source of life. Mind games became a norm, betrayals, routines. His charred, tethered and mangled heart has been sewed back together until he lost count. Yet he held on. All that trials did him was making his skin thicker, mind tougher, and his heart stronger than ever before. And so he waited. With that same burning heart dangling at his sleeve, he illuminated the dark path ahead with it, the little boy inside him still looking for that treasure that'll make his endeavors all worth it.

And what a treasure he found. Living in an era where sincerity is as rare as a meteorite shard in a desert, to find a man who is genuine in every abrupt way without a single word said out loud. The sheriff sure could keep his mouth shut, but his mask was crudely drawn over the painful awkwardness and fear of possible denigration or rejection. The old cop's uptight demeanor amused BK greatly. Not too often did he come across such an intractable creature. If he wanted, he could have his way, like usual. But something told him it was not the right approach.

No, he had to lose. He had to lose a lot.

He was to be the giving tree. Every red ripe apples belonging to his special one, the cool, shady spot under his leaves reserved for only one grumpy man to sit and rest. Branches he'd gladly break down to be used as timber woods, warming that man's soul on frigid days, even the sturdy trunk, he'd let be chopped away, so the man could build a cozy home for himself, a refuge for his weary self.

To love was to give. How could he call it a sacrifice, when there was no loss? Travis gave him plenty. His company. His effort. His trust. Which all translated to care. The more he poured into the other, the fuller his heart felt. This was love, he was sure. Too hard he tried to turn away from the implication, blaming Chronos and Moirai for such unpromising predicament they put him into. But he had to cherish what little he had. For what little time he was given.

Travis Hackett was more than what he could've asked for. So he decided, it must be the universe's last ditch attempt at apology. A final gift.

The hanging man closed his eyes, smiling a crooked smile.

#the quarry #travis hackett #sheriff hackett #oc bk #oc: brennen kowen #oc code: lumber #travis hackett x oc #travis x oc #my oc #character introspection #character analysis #character study #relationship analysis #writing #my writing

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