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deesi-academia · 1 year
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"The moon is beautiful even with its dark craters"
How about the moon being beautiful BECAUSE of its craters?
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tommy-trusty · 2 years
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Hi one of my friends asked abt prime so here's an infodump abt it <3
Basically prime is the worship of twitch prime, primes take away money/fortune from Bezos (all mighty evil) and brings this fortune down upon us through the primers, they provide the primes, but we don't worship the subscribers we worship the prime itself. Walking along the prime path is one way to accumulate primes, its worth noting though that this could go with any place, it has to do with the continuous prayer on the prime path in the past that remains in its memory (essentially we've asked for primes so hard on the path before that at this point you get them just by walking on it. It's not just about the location though, which is why switching out the material is bad.) Bells are also important for summoning primes, you can think of them as awakening the twitch followers (aka the potential primers, theyre your patrons) and reaching to them for their support, it's like a less metaphysical notification bell that is aimed for the followers which are closest to you as you ring it, to draw them in and ask for their primes.
Prime as a whole is in everything, it is everywhere- it is stronger in some places yes, but the ability to access it lies entirely within YOU. A broken spirit is the only thing that would cause one who believes to feel that prime can not reach a location- it can, it just requires your strength to keep asking for those primes baby! That's why I usually start my prayers with something like "prime above, below, beside, and beyond" because it just emphasizes the full extent of prime, and also if we wanna talk abt the primers, how easy it is for them to prime! Like I said tho the religion is about prime not the primers, so unless you're asking for primes, when u reach out to prime you're reaching out to prime itself, not your followers.
the religion involves behaving in a very strict manner while on religious grounds, no violence, no horny, just yaknow no anything not allowed under TOS. These rules are looser outside of the holy grounds, but still very present in a less strict manner. Holy water obviously was a thing, You'd cleanse urself under holy water and prayer from evil shit tho u didn't encounter that much religious evil shit day to day. Other than that the symbols of prime were mainly the eyed cross (the eyes r ur followers, hi!) bells bell and purple
In the dream smp prime was much bigger than any of us, it was holy and bright but full of so many details that we couldn't understand the origin of, yknow? But prime has taken us and pulled us behind the curtain, and through the light of twitch we can see how prime as a religion is so much bigger than it seems, and what divine visions we saw in its founding were actually connected to a sprawling web of many different universes and streams. Obviously I'm not saying this is heaven or that the twitch in this world is what was literally going on behind the scenes of the prime religion, but it's still an interpretable insight on the religion regardless.
The "founders" of prime on the dream smp are not the founders, prime existed already we were just given the vision of it. Also of the founders of church prime dream smp, one defected from the religion entirely (dream, he basically just stopped searching for primes and started sinning like crazy) and one is tubbo so clearly not exactly the perfect image of holiness (me and quackity r fine tho, me and big q grew apart so who knows if he continued worship but he at the very least wasn't a huge sinner who didn't take care of his followers or anything like that)
This isn't as much about the religion it's more just gushing but the church was genuinely beautiful, brilliant white pillars and walls, the worship room was small and the benches were a bit dipped in from use (in a good way, made em more comfy) and god it felt so powerful to just slam on the bell with whatever u had or the stick thingy next to it, it was amazing. Golden bell, so beautiful, i loved standing up there and leading the church, it was my absolute favorite. The lighting in the church was so nice, the sun shining through purple stained glass and basking the whole church in heavenly light and color, the holy water almost glowed in that sunlight, it was perfectly clear and sparkly and under the light it took on that light purple color, beautiful clear water toned with prime yaknow. Prime it was so beautiful.
Not everyone wants to actually read the TOS I realize so here's a summary
1. Follow the community guidelines FULLY in holy lands, otherwise it's sort of a loose guide, u can especially break tos if it's funny /srs.
The community guidelines is basically just: follow the law, do not commit violence, threats, or serious encouragement of dishealth to you or others, don't be a bigot, respect privacy of yourself and others, don't impersonate ppl (once again, very ok for the bit outside of church), no misinfo that risks others safety (or politics), no sexy times, don't lie in prayer, idk how to explain the whole copyright thing but it usually manifested in ppl yelling abt turning certain music off because it wasnt allowed shwunrjtofig
2. kids can't be part of church prime, no giving primes no getting primes don't even ask for primes if ur under 13 go away you can't be here /lh. We didn't have kids on the smp (other than Michael but he couldn't speak anyways, he can't pray) so I'm not sure how this goes in actual practice!
In a new class will finish later
I have 15 minutes of phone time let's go
4. The bible can change, u adjust to that and don't follow the old scripture
5. Twitch can untwitch you if you fuck up too horribly, though that's kinda hard to do as far as I can tell. I mean just don't do a hate rally or whatever horribly tos behavior and ur good, not gonna get removed from the church and cut off from prime.
Yeah that's the important stuff imo, and worth noting that this is all MY interpretation. It's a religion, it's forces beyond our understanding, everyone will take it in a different way! That's just how these things go :3
by this world's standards of religion Church Prime was technically a pagan religion (though we didn’t use that word, not cus its bad or anything we just didn’t know that word lol) since despite being a common religion on the dream smp, it wasn’t necessarily a major religion otherwise. The many Churches of history did not have direct communication with each other, Prime is something which can be found by the individual as like I said, it's everywhere, and as such it was rediscovered more than once. It’s really impossible to know what the real reach of Prime was because of this, not everyone shared the gospel of Prime once they discovered it, and I presume most didn’t worship it the way we did.
Not to propagandize but it is also a pretty decent religion because it is fully against discrimination, there is no requirement to kill or die for it, there is no societal pressure to join and you won’t be kicked out of the smp for not believing it or anything, and you can come and go at any time, theres no guarantee that you’ll get primes if you join back in or when you first join obviously, as that just comes down to a whole lot of prayer and shit, but still u can come whenever u want. That stuff is mostly the bare minimum if you ask me, but there are a lot of religions in the world that put a lot of pressure on you or that don’t treat you fairly if you’re in a marginalized group or that basically tell you you’re fucking evil and going to burn in hell if you don’t pray and dedicate ur life to it and shit.
Also I’ve seen headcanons multiple times about bells being sewn onto clothing, which I’m bringing up just in case that was like a thing in your tl, even tho it wasn’t in mine (ringing the bell was a very active choice, I can’t imagine jingling around like a jester, kinda takes the whole intent thing out of that bell prayer but I could see others maybe doing it. I’d totally love if someone put bells on my corpse tho, if it ever got messed with I’d be asking for primes even in death, how cool would that be? It’d also be fuckin funny if someone tried to rob my grave and it was jingling like crazy, always do it for the bit boys, thats the number one unofficial rule of church prime /j)
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fellhellion · 3 years
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can you make a rec list of your favorite fe3h fics? if that's alright?
OF COURSE I WOULD LOVE TO <3 always happy to give my fave works a shoutout <33333
Though mind u this is going to be a LOT so ill pop them under a cut
from the heart in exile
TLDR: platonic hubert edelgard fic that haunts me. It’s extremely good with really well written character voices and focuses on these two characters trying to find out who they are beyond the war with their friends refusing to leave them behind
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You can’t speak just yet to whether time—and age? experience? not that war or rulership have given you much of the latter, at least in the area of gardening—has made your thumbs any less brown, but the house in the Oghma Mountains is surrounded by so many growing things it hardly seems to matter. It sits at the edge of a forest, on the gentle lower slopes, and the people in the nearest town had all smiled to speak of it when they pointed the way for Hubert, the day you arrived. A number of them were old enough to remember what it had been like, years ago, in the warm and golden before, and to insist that it had not changed in the ways that mattered. It was still full of light. The air still smelled green.
In which Edelgard keeps a garden, Hubert learns to fly, and those they leave behind refuse to be left behind.
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Watchtower
TLDR: platonic fic and amazing sylvain character study. Like genuinely one of the best i’ve ever read. If you’re someone who really wanted a deeper exploration of Sylvain’s feelings about Dimitri this fic is for u. 
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When Sylvain is six and a half and climbs to the top of a tower with no one’s hand in his, he realizes that each and every one of the people he loves has been born as a gift to something else. Dimitri was born for Faerghus, and Felix was born for Dimitri. Glenn was born for the royal family, and Ingrid was born for Galatea and for Glenn. He realizes, too, that what they’re for decides their future. Dimitri will lead them into a better world. Felix will guide his path, and Glenn will protect his life, and Ingrid will bind her future to theirs.
And Sylvain, who was born for the border, will stand in a watchtower. He will see the enemy before it comes, and he will keep Dimitri and Felix and Ingrid and Glenn safe.
Dimitri reappears after five years. Sylvain knows it's his role to fix the mess they're in, but he doesn't know how.
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little light
TLDR: really good exploration of flayn and seteth’s relationship (+ with his wife and flayn’s mother) pre canon (also post canon if i remember right) just a really good if heartbreaking family fic 
Summary: 
"She is beautiful, and she is perfect. It is foolish to say so, because the goddess herself says perfect beings cannot exist - but Cichol knows now she must have been wrong, because his daughter is perfect. They name her Cethleann. In the old tongue, it means 'light.'"
Cichol, Cethleann, what they lost, and who they became.
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conjure the wind, ease my mind
TLDR: this author in general writes FANTASTIC work so pls check out their whole repertoire. a platonic fic between holst and claude w an exploration of claude’s past that’s just so good....found brotherhood i am WEEPING 
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“I’d like to know what’s wrong. I’d like to help if I can.”
Calculating green eyes lock onto Holst’s own, but this time they’re laced with something a little bit like resignation
Many people call Duke Riegan a liar, but Holst feels like he knows the young man a bit better than that. To call him a liar is wrong, you see, because all Claude has ever really done is master the art of giving up as little of the truth as possible. He keeps truth close, treats it like a valuable commodity.
“I have three brothers,” he says. “Half-brothers.”
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Claude won’t spar with Holst and Holst wants to know why.
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my fellow passerine
TLDR: same author as before and just...god this fic is so good. a platonic exploration of the relationship between Claude and Cyril. This fic has it all: found brotherhood, worldbuilding about Almyra, Claude character study, CYRIL character study. it’s just fantastic 
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Then the Alliance delegation shows up, and their offering strolls through the gates of the monastery like he already owns the place.
A reminder, for those who need it: Cyril is not an idiot. He has good eyes and he uses them.
An observation, for those who want it: The Golden Deer house leader is Almyran.
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Cyril knows a lot more than he lets on, Claude is far less covert than he thinks he is, and messing with the guy your parents told you was a possibly-unkillable demon-prince isn’t usually supposed to earn you a lasting friendship but hey… life is already pretty damn weird.
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Autotomy
TLDR: god this ferdibert fic just fucking...destroys me. i cannot get through it without crying at least twice and usually more. it’s basically a CF canon divergence with a heavy HEAVY exploration of ferdinand and hubert’s perspectives towards usefulness and how abelist thinking affects that in their efforts to find Shambala after Ferdinand loses his sight from one of Hubert’s experimental spells. All while falling in love. this fic is VERY fucking heavy, please mind the tags, it’s amazing but it’s subject matter is something you need to be very aware of. Also i would highly reccomend reading the prequel to this fic as it provides some critical context to Hubert’s actions that you don’t get through Ferdinand’s flawed pov. Basically this author is a master of character perspective.
Summary: 
Ferdinand von Aegir's war record ends in 1182. The war does not.
Or, blind man's bluff.
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Coming of Age
TLDR: same author as before and god...just my FAVOURITE ferdinand character study. Takes place within the period Byleth is away. I don’t want to spoil anything but it’s incredible. Mines the fantastic character drama hook between Edelgard and Ferdinand that canon DIDNT rip
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Ferdinand was a general. In theory. Edelgard had promised him continued command of his battalion, and a general needed a certain measure of wealth to supply his horses, his servants, his armor and rations and lodgings and, she’d promised.
But his father sat rotting in a cell, or worse, and it could be nothing more than a fable they thought him simple enough to believe. What did promises matter?
When the house of Aegir collapses around him, Ferdinand struggles to forge a path forward. He quickly discovers he can't manage it alone -- and neither, perhaps, can Edelgard.
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Another Life
TLDR: same author AGAIN (can u tell theyre my favourite fjsdhfk). Ferdibert fic, a man loving his partner and trying to figure out the best way to support them as they silently wrestle with questions about their gender identity is something that can be so PERSONAL and make u CRY god. also dark flier hubert my beloved. 
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Ferdinand notices things. He cannot say what he notices, precisely, because he has no one to ask, and if he were to ask Hubert it would damn well result in every questioned moment up and vanishing forever behind a new wall of prickly austerity. Ferdinand cannot risk that. The things that he notices stick in his chest, and he thinks only, but.
Hubert wrestles with unasked questions; Ferdinand wrestles with a pegasus.
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Beneath the Sheets of Paper Lies My Truth
TLDR: Dimilix fic in my FAVOURITE fucking format of secondary in game historical sources exploring their relationship in retrospective.
Summary:
It was said that Duke Fraldarius’s grief at King Dimitri’s death was more potent than even the queen’s—but said by whom, and how, and why?
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A Fair Day’s Work
TLDR: Post CF Canon ferdibert where Hubert and Ferdinand’s overworked aides desperately try to get them together so they’ll be too busy being uhhhh AMOUROUS to give them so much work. Very much a romantic comedy with very fun OCs as our protags. 
Summary:
“I may have some coffee in the place for you,” said Prime Minister Aegir. “Let me show you how much better I have become at brewing it to your taste.”
“If you insist,” said Minister Vestra but he sounded pleased. To Delarivier, who had literally made it her profession to attune herself to his tone (usually ranging from sort-of-murder-y to extremely-murder-y), Minister Vestra sounded very pleased indeed.
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Ferdinand and Hubert's long-suffering aides figure out a way to work fewer hours.
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Roost
TLDR: Dimilix post AM Canon with some pre canon moments. Basically an exploration of the complexity of their relationship with bird symbolism and extra Holy Kingdom lore. Gifting ur lover a vulture is something that can be so personal fksdhfsjkd
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Dimitri makes an affirmative noise. Then he takes a breath, voice leveling out into what Felix had long ago dubbed his 'future king voice', all steady explanation: “Long ago, the saying fledged right along with the nobles' and royal family's love of hawking, and it has remained a common phrase from one generation to the next. As adviser to the king, the duke is meant to be regal and strong, even deadly when required, from his place at the king's side. To always act as the most piercing, watchful eyes over the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus and her sovereign."
He looks over to Felix as soon as his mouth snaps shut on the final word, as always seeking approval on his recitations.
Felix tilts his head, trying to look unimpressed. “I like eagles.”
A hand automatically comes up to cover the lower half of Dimitri's face, muffling the inarticulate sound of a snort of amusement. “That is good, since you are to be mine.”
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They say an eagle watches over Fhirdiad.
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A faint and faraway sound
TLDR: Ferdibert with an excellent Hubert centric character study....just so good...makes me warm and fuzzy...the mutual pining and ROMANCE of it all
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Hubert learns to be a person, with a lot of help and complication along the way.
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In golden light
TLDR: A really REALLY good ferdibert fic with ferdinand centric pov that focuses on him reflecting on his life as he prepares the Aegir house to become a boarding school. Ferdinand sibling exploration is ABOUND here and it’s great
Summary: 
When his family's summer home at Lake Aegir is set to be converted to a boarding academy, Ferdinand pays it one last visit and contemplates his complicated relationship with family, love, and legacy.
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one three four three four zero
TLDR: the fic that actually got me into dimilix. VERY heavy character study and you NEED to mind both the general fic tags and the content warnings the author lists for each chapter but it’s incredible. Takes a very familiar trope and just. slams you in the face with over 60k words of amazing character study. 
Summary: 
“How are you going to get the One-Eyed Demon of Garreg Mach, the Boar Prince of Faerghus, smuggled past Dukedom soldiers? What plan could you possibly have to get a creature that incapable of even pretending it isn’t a bloodthirsty beast into Dominic without getting caught?”
The Professor gives him one of their steady, unreadable stares. They definitely do not and could not possibly have answered him, “You’re going to pretend to be married to him.”
or, How to Pretend to be Married When One of You Can't Stop Hallucinating and the Other One Uses Hostility to Cope
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libidomechanica · 3 years
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chaostwofold · 5 years
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1-41 on the asks? Also gn
1. if you were to have Hanahaki disease, what flowers would you cough up?
Morning glories!! not only are they already my favorite flower, theyre extremely toxic and mean unconditional love! i have a tendency to fall for the wrong people and not realize until after,, BUT thats only half and half!! some people i loved unconditionally and contine to love them and others set me back in the recovery process,,
2. if someone were to catch Hanahaki disease for you, what flowers would they cough up?
Begonias id assume? not only are hanahaki flowers supposed to represent your feelings, they should also represent the person. begonias are known for misfortune, dark/unpleasant thoughts, and caution to new situations. on the flip side, its harmonious communications, understanding, and gratitude.
3. if you were any historic trope, what would you be? (i.e., the knight, the town baker, the witch of the forest, etd.)
hm. well, what about the urchin whos actually a prince? someone who originates from grand places, a great misfortune turns them into something undesirable and possibly bitter, and then when theyre brought back to the light of stability they provide for those who are in the same situation as he was
4. tell us about your ideal battle outfit
im long range magic tactics and healing always bc im too afraid of conflict :pensive: but the closest thing would probably be something flexible but strong, in black and the more sensitive areas like the neck and thighs covered more carefully (read: shadowhunter gear)
5. what would you be a god/goddess of and what would people sacrifice to you?
change on an emotional and mental plane. they would sacrifice those who refuse to change for the better. i determine what is better, and if they choose the wrong person to sacrifice they would pay depending on why they attempted to sacrifice someone who didnt deserve it.
6. name five iconic quotes that make you feel things.
“there is a difference between wisdom and intelligence... a person may have one without the other.” is an all time favorite from my favorite book The Soulforge by Margret Weis!!!!!!!
“plant your trees and watch them grow.” OUGH
 “There is a thin semantic line separating the weird and the beautiful. and that line is covered in jellyfish.” NIGHTVALE
“Ive been good sir / so very very good for what? / and ive given you / every single thing ive got / its feeling strange man / this whole arrangement / is gonna end with / me totally deranged” From Disobedient, from su:tm!!! it slaps man
“ What do you want from me? Why don't you run from me? / What are you wondering? What do you know? / Why aren't you scared of me? Why do you care for me?” Ah. billie eilish ily
7. scythe, battle axe, broad sword, spear or trident?
Scythe! the weapon of fate and peace,, it is used to reap the souls of those deemed to die and its used for harvesting crops!! the end of all thngs, its a graceful and symbolical weapon.
8. what combination of natural scents would you use as perfume?
Vaniila, star anise, and clary sage
9. ancient scrolls or leather-bound books?
leather bound books!!
10. describe yourself as if you were a storm.
a cyclone, probably. something threatening on the outside but extremely calm on the inside.
11. what type of flower (other than a rose) would you offer someone you were trying to court?
amaryllis, which is splendid beauty and worth beyond beauty
12. honey in milk or cinnamon in tea?
cinnamon in tea!!!
13. cabin in the woods, apartment in the city or mansion in the suburbs?
apt in the city
14. curtains of beads or lace?
bead curtains!!! retro AND can be like “hoohoo welcome to my brewery pick your literal poison im a witch”
15. vocal or instrumental music?
yall know i could never pick,, music is too much of an intimate thing too be taken lightly (whch is one of the reasons i have a burning hatred for jokey nursery rhymes like baby shark)
16. describe your ideal fantasy outfit
SOBS okay so. ough it depends man. i rlly like the idea of like. ponchos and shawls n stuff,,, id prolly go for a witch in the woods ngl (the prince REPRESENTS me the best but. witch of the dark woods is my aesthetic) so prolly like a heavy green shawl over a black shirt and jeans and combat boots or smth,,, i WOULD have a flower crown of poisonous flowers, yes
Changeling or shapeshifter definitely!! to be able to constantly change form in super mecore
18. hard candy, fruit preserves or spice cake?
fruit preserves
19. show us an a picture of your ideal crown.
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you all knew it was gonna happen ( its a mountain laurel!! poisonous. of course)
20. tying your hair up using ribbon, yay or nay?
my hair is WAY too short for that but i used to do it when i had longer hair and its a definite yay
21. an evening in the forest with elves, a night in the caves with vampires or a morning in the garden with fae?
an evening in the forest with elves or a morning in the garden with fae!! i cant decide man,,, if it had been a night in a victorian castle w vamps i wouldve been tied w that too but caves are a dwarven thing
22. tell us, in detail, about a curse a witch would put on you.
hm. maybe like. a true self thing? where im forced to say what i mean, i cant say sorry for things im not sorry for, i have to say when things make me uncomfy, i just become less timid (the witch who cursed me got pissed off bc i said sorry too much and didnt answer questions properly)
23. talking with sylphs or singing with nymphs?
talking with sylphs prolly??? i dunno man ive always loved sylphs ngl
24. mint, rosemary, basil or sage?
def mint
25. favorite childhood story? (doesn’t have to be a fairy tale)
what childhood lmao (honestly?? i loved reading the grim fairytales just over and over)
26. tell us about an experience you’ve had that seemed unreal or supernatural. (doesn’t have to be scary)
uhhh one time i was accused of witchcraft bc i was “guessing” peoples fav colours at a christian summer camp and our supervisors asked me to stop bc it was freaking them out bc im not christian (i had them close their eyes, think of their colour, and i would see it bc id close my eyes) OH also one time luke spoiled some pl stuff bc he was thinking abt the spoiler too loudly
27. would you rather have poison or healing ointment in your traveling pack?
oh healing def!! i already know a bunch of native poisonous plants so itll b fine
28. tell us three sayings that you live by.
only two chances for everyone, and then i cut them off entirely
cringe culture is dead. the only cringy people are assholes
hurt luke youre dead
29. vials or mason jars?
no. no. you CANNOT make me pick. its illegal
30. describe your ideal masquerade ball outfit (mask included).
uh! moss green, its a onepiece thats baggy and tied with a golden decorative rope at the waist and tightened at the ankles!! its loose at the sleeves and the shoulders are showing whereas the neck is turtled!! there are designs showing black mambas and lilies of the valley (poisonous...). the mask is black and covers my right eye, with subtle smooth scales on it.
31. splashing around in a river with mermaids or flying through the sky with harpies?
BOTH are p mean uh. i said sylphs earlier so ig ill go mermaids??? plus im afraid of heights
32. what would you end up in the dungeon for?
as the royal magician/wizard/witch/alchemist/magic jester? calling the royal family out on their bullshit
33. if you were a fairy, what color would your wings be?
they would be black owls wings!!! (if you meant pixies, like tinkerbell, you shouldve said pixies fam :pensive:)
34. if you could have any magical item, what would it be?
deaths cloak or a truth charm to get people to tell me, you guessed it, the truth
35. what song would the bards sing about you when you passed by?
a song about grim ends ad new beginnings.
36. would you rather be a pirate or a king/queen?
royalty! so i can fuck shit up from the inside
37. would you spend more time in the field of flowers, the tavern, the docks or the marketplace?
field of flowers or marketplace!! seeing the things people create and natural beauty and solitude are both wonderful
38. would you have a painting of yourself?
a modest one with a very dark palette, with my eyes painted a gleaming golden.
39. what skill are you famous for?
i talk rlly fast
40. if you could live any fairy tale, which one would you?
im not sure,, 
41. stained glass windows or fairy lights?
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Personal Entry:
Otter here, first i guess itd be fair to explain a few things up top.
Firstly Otter is a metaphorical alter ego which was created based of a nick name given to me in highh school.
I was coined as "the nomadic Otter" due to my well known history of drifting continuously through this existence being born in a foreign land not to many continents away,but like a gracious river otter flowing with the rivers which eventually reach the seas, i was always stoned more naive, but ironically zen. I was brought here by my single mother at four yrs old, my father was never in the picture nor was i allowed to speak about him or inquire about him to my family and those who may have any information regarding the history of my own coming into being.
We became permanent residents four years later and im currently going through the process of naturalization. I went through the american education system since pre kindergarten so naturalization has occured as an outcome, but just isn't finalized and paid for so i am now going through that initiation. Ive paid and gone through the preliminary round.
We landed in a small town in texas, age four. Came to california at fifteen, twenty years id moved one year to, year and a half due to my mothers profession In the medical field, sometimes, or i guess i should say almost always, we would have to go to where the work was most needed in order to sustain our basic living, taking us all over texas and parts of southern california. After eighteen yrs of age, i left home with duffel bag and a guitar because i wanted to escape the conventual fate planned for me by my elders.
Nature loves courage.... And it is Apparently so.
Of course there are so many factors and so much information to divulge to add the proper context to the point im trying to get to in the conclusion of this story. Im afraid id diverge so ill have to return to all that some other day.
Now that you understand where the otter ego within me (pun intended) was teased and entertained as an ideal character for the person i am, its seeds didnt really start sprouting till last year (2019) and its peaked above the mud, i can explain my newly found understanding of the purpose of using this "alter ego" "character" "avatar" to be able to dissolve the borders of my own limitations as a person creating art. To be able to truly entertain these thoughts through the medium of the otter avatar and not as the man, for it has been increasingly difficult for me to be able to contemplate and philosophize with my peers and the community of souls i once accepted as my tribe, in a way of intellectual taste and progress.. Now it seems the bridges between me and the village are dissolving and im trying to understand why. I stand on the side which i believe to be that of the importance of knowledge of self, critical thinking, and responsible skepticism in order to be able maintain reason within the tribe, to perserve that which is most human in our nature, in comparison to the madness we have seen over and over throughout history displaying itself in obvious patterns of repetition that consumed mobs rabidly, making itself its own enemy. Lets use a symbolic metaphor. The snake eats its own tail in the delusions of unity to find when its finished nothing remains but its mind left exposed, and without protection from even the weakest but competent prey.
You see the metaphors are simply the inner poet, using symbolic visual linguistic tools to paint a clearer picture.
We are a story driven organism, just ask the keepers of morality and the stories of god which has defined the basis of our now hypocritical society using it like a crutch too old to withstand the withering of time, frail and ready to snap like a twig beneath ones feet.
As george carlin once said "no one seems to notice, no one seems to care" and every debate that has naturally transpired in my social structures as of late has lead to a point where logical conclusions, non threatening ones at that, lead to the opposing side raising their white flag and settling for mediocrity. "I dont care, leave me alone"
Then the attack on personality and character are used as a defenses to preserve the beliefs already founded due to the uncomfortable nature of growth.
I sit and watch as i always have the flicker, flame and smell of the bridge burning in blazes right before my teary eyed soul.
Am I no longer included, wanted by the collective community? Has my own pursuit for knowledge, understanding, truth and the inner rapture of personal discovery lead me to ruins door? Am i incapable of getting out of my own way? Can you even go to far within yourself?
No one wants me to feel but its not ok to feel nothing at all
To think but, only on the agreeable subjects of status quo
To speak when spoken to but to only speak what is conveniently easy to digest by a still watered mind threatened by the chaos of waves beating on the shores of its shared sands.
Has erosion driven us mad. Have the corrupted springs poisoned our waters too far beyond repair.
Must i reluctantly recluse amidst the tides and hide underneath lonely currents that travel vast desserts beneath oceans.
Pandemics, parks closed, beaches are now illegal to its native children, by a seemingly upset stepdad whos love is equal to obedience and incapable of parenting,it seems theyre now gunning for the fringe, the free, the open, the love expressed through physical incarnation as its own self love for its own existence, through the odd, differnt, freaks, weirdos, mutants, prophets, and visionaries
Why should i fight for those who dont care about their own person their, own freedom.
Why stand for those who wouldnt even stand with you, nor for you.
"Those who trade freedom for security deserve neither"
-Benjamin Franklin
Yet who am i to claim that anyone deserves anything or doesnt. So regardless of the I Dont Care Generation emerging. I choose to care for not what is principles of good or evil but what i intuitively feel is sincere and right. So I must begin with myself and only in following intention will i be able to incite any real change. By making a difficult choice and knowing that it feels as though the risk is worth the gamble.
So now ive heard loud and clear and i have nothing else to let go of but this. So ill hold my tongue and wish for the best. For the eutopia not the the sneaky slip into distopia.
There's nothing further i can do other than create, experiance, enjoy, let go, and face the music, To put it as Alan Watts did, " this doesnt mean you wont jump when you hear the bang, or that you wont feel fear, but youll accept it, and the person who understands the tao in the morning my sleep peacefully at night"
"Once the mind has been extended it cant ever go back"
-Terrence Mckenna
I hope that you know ive accepted the multitudes of possible outcomes for our future, i may be optimistic but i feel prepared, oddly prepared. This isnt a statement or message based on fear but something none the lesse my heart cannot hold in.
So Otter is born so to speak to embody the imagination im trying to let out without it being taken seriously, but sincerely and within the temple of the timeless. Art.
Without it having to be the me, the person, that funny feeling between the eyes that screams out I, who finds himself walking away from flames due to trial and failure in channeling its own expression. I will not desist i just must evolve and create the platform on which i may rebuild. The system updated and the restart brought about change. Now we begin again. Full of breath, with new found vision, i forgive myself for my failures but i wouldnt ever be able to look at my own reflection if i didnt try until i got it right. I vow to myself and olny to myself for thats the only source of validation needed to exist freely, sovereign, that i will do my best to be who i am meant to be, the being and self of my choosing.
"Most people spend their lives trying to find themselves, lifes about creating yourself"
-Bob Dylan
So in conclusion i know im different, and it may be intimidating but you cant just get rid of it, turns out you must overcome it, and the only way out is through and for me that began when i went within.
I am all for the rules, and being apart of this country and its society and obeying social order but as John Locke wrote in "Common Sense" that this is an unspoken agreement between the govenrment and its people that so long as they are just in ruling us" we will have to obey the law but there must be a way for its people to regain its country when tyranny and injustice is getting in the way of democratic processes and this is coming from a almost fully naturalized immigrant that came here to seek safe haven from a Democratic country plagued by unfairness. It would be a pitty to see it happen to a promise land founded of rich ideals. To those ive come to see as my own brothers and sisters, i love the ideal of true patriotism but where has it gone? If i need to be more protective of my personal privacy so that i may be able to practice my philosophical self studies, music, and comedy, to persue basic creative thinking methods openly. Then i choose this mask nit the one i was told to wear since birth. Theres always an person beneath the mask playing into the drama of this darma and we get into yoga with its fun to preten that we loose ourselves and assume the identity of the character portrayed in the scene in order to truly bring the crowd to the edge of its seat in awe and anticipation of the beauty of its poetry that at the end when the play is concluded both protagonist and antagonist join hands and the audience cheers for both equally for the dazzling deception and its cleverness for playing on the emotions of the observer.
Then the cast returns to the green room and become again who they were naturally.
Im 26 and ive found my character and im ready to submerse myself in its divine play and get involved participate, get lost in the mask of the person which is temporary but the spark behind conciousness seems to be the driving energy of existence benevolent, and eternel. Worth gambling so, now we roll the dice and hit the mystery button, just like the amnesia serum we gave ourselves before conception, into the womb we went. Only when you awaken your consciousness in the dream do you get to control the avatar, lucidly.
It doesnt seem to be a requirement, more like an EXPERIANCE badge rewarded for interesting work in the feild.
These again are ideals, not truths, thoughts and patterns worth examining and if capable entertaining till the conclusions and realizations of truth or delusion run their course. If you havent reached that point you havent really thought it through logistically right?
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