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#v: i will prevail
valorandgold · 8 months
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@madefate said:
“You’re a big piece of inspiration for this, honestly.” / dorothea @ petra!
By now, Petra was rather familiar with Dorothea's time in the Mittelfrank Opera Company, having heard many tales (both firsthand from Dorothea and also from some others who had some familiarity) of the 'Mystical Songstress,' as she had been referred to during that time, as well some of her performances and how...some of the audiences she performed for viewed her. Those audiences were the unsavory sort, the ones that Petra would gladly have greeted with her fist rather than with words for entertaining such lascivious thoughts.
During her time there, Dorothea had always performed songs given to her, songs chosen by others, songs and performances for the crowd, melodies that were part of a full-blown opera, compositions assigned by another. From what Petra understood, that was simply the way of things there. But now she was free from those constraints, free to sing what she pleased, how she pleased, and when she pleased to do it. Sometimes, though, Petra suspected that she sang particular songs that didn't have her entire heart pouring into lyrics or her soul carrying the beautiful melodies forward when she was oh-so-aware someone else's eyes on her...lest that person be someone like Petra herself. And now, in a rather unexpected turn of events, not only had Dorothea composed her own song, something creatively attuned to the brunette-haired songstress...but that Petra was a great source of her inspiration for creating it?
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Brigid's future Queen did not get flustered or blush easily, yet, was that a hint of red in her cheeks, aside from the body art that was ever-present underneath her right eye? "I am? I was...having no idea that I was making you have such a feeling of inspiration to be creating this yourself. My heart is feeling a warmness that I would have enough meaning to you to be creating this. Would you...would you have a willingness to be singing it for me? I am wanting to be hearing it from your voice."
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canisalbus · 6 months
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@ the person who said Machete wouldn't have a cutie mark, I definitely see where you're coming from, but I disagree! Machete, against all the odds of his birth and existence, survived and excelled. His determination to continue would have earned him his mark.
In g4, at least, they're more than just a representation of a task you're good at. It's a reminder of who you are as a person, of a truth you hold.
I think Machete might have a fang or claw, a representation of the phrases 'with gritted teeth' or 'clawing your way up' or maybe a hoof reaching toward the sun
I also think a mark like that would seem strange and off-putting, and may have been a source of strife for him while in school. In MLP, it's not terribly uncommon for ponies with no cutie mark or a cutie mark they're ashamed of to cover it up with clothing, in the way canon Machete wears his outfit.
Idk just my two cents
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stromer · 2 months
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thinking about how it would be the stupidest possible way for the canucks to clinch tonight if the SAN JOSE SHARKS win a hockey game. and since it's pretty much the dumbest way for a team that's choked the last two times they had the opportunity to have an x next to their name... tonight might be the night.....
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honeydots · 3 months
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:3ccc
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dirty-trash-mongrel · 9 months
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my tierlist as of right now guh only did some of the more major characters
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0ystercatcher · 7 months
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thinking of what it means to instinctively recognize colonial violence. why instinct. why are we allowing instinct to move us in situations like this where the lives and deaths of thousands of people are at stake, where the state of things is so volatile it really might kick off a larger regional war that would endanger many more. surely there must be better ways to understand and recognize colonial violence that arent based on vibes and instinct right? right?
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lemonhemlock · 1 year
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about incest again - Jaehaerys and Jaehaera would be iconic couple if GRRM wouldn't kill them off. i absolutely hate the idea that she should be Aegon 3's wife. she was born together with her husband, she doesn't need Rhae rhae and Dae dae's son. i remember i read somewhere on asoiaf wiki that the one only boy-girl Targ twins were married too and they're too ended in tragedy. so, i mean, it's legit if J and J grew up they'd be each other's and no one else's.
i cannot get over how aegon iii gave jaehaera's doll to myrielle peake after she died!!!! couldn't he buy her another freaking doll, oh my lord. why did it have to be her doll.
george should re-write fire & blood and have jae & jae rule after their daddy leaves to meet his dead siblings 😭😭😭
we're deleting the awful daeron i to aegon iv pipeline
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you ever thought about writing a chapter about Ajak trying to push Ikaris and Thena together in the beginning, because of what their combined force can do? But she soon recognizes that her effort is useless and that it is no matter on which planet they are on in which lifetime, Thena and Gilgamesh will always be together, because they belong together.
Love your work, xoxo
"Well done," Ajak smiled as her two best Fighters walked back from the battle.
"You came in too early."
"Will you get off my back for one damned minute!"
And there it was. The two paragons of the Fighters were always at odds with one another. It was a wonder they were able to work together at all. And that was in the heat of battle, when their cooperation was crucial to survival.
Their bickering was even worse off the battlefield, and yet Ajak seemed to have them paired together at every opportunity.
Thena and Ikaris glared at each other as they separated, walking to opposite sides of the room as they settled in for a meeting after their battle. They seemed so much more equipped to be enemies than team leaders.
Ajak sighed. They were less than a month into their mission, and already they were at each other's throats. She had been hoping she might be able to encourage them to get along, but it seemed the harder she tried, the more they disliked each other.
"I think it went well," Sersi attempted to smile, hoping - desperately - to quell the discomfort in the room.
"Ikaris nearly let the winged one slip through his fingers."
"I had it under control!" he snapped at his other half across the control room from him. "You were the one who tossed another one into it!"
"Okay, okay, why don't we all just take it down a notch."
It was always Gilgamesh who was taking the most direct action to diffuse these types of situations. And it was always when voices were raised or fingers were pointed in Thena's direction.
Ikaris scoffed, throwing himself back down into his seat, "you always take her side."
Ajak had noticed. "Battles are not always going to go exactly how we might like, but what's important is protecting the human settlement and disposing of Deviant threats."
Thena stayed silent, turning her head away from Ajak as she spoke, which was as good as rolling her eyes, for the Warrior Eternal. When she opened her eyes, they met Gil's next to her. He smiled. She smiled.
"What's important is workin' as a team," Ikaris grumbled, although he had already lost the attention of most of them. He sighed. "Who's on watch?"
"Me."
Ikaris looked over at Sersi, who raised her hand up partially with a tentative smile. His usual deep set scowl lightened just a little, "I'll join you. Next shift is on when the sun sets."
The group dispersed, sounding less like Eternals chosen by Arishem and more like a group of teenagers being released to go do their chores.
"Ikaris," Ajak spoke up before he took his leave as well. She nodded her head at him, "talk to Thena."
He sighed roughly through his teeth. "She doesn't listen to me, Ajak. She's-"
"Talk to her," Ajak reiterated, not that she really thought it would do any good. She followed him out of the room, lingering at the end of the corridor where he floated over to the Warrior Eternal.
"Thena," he began with putting a hand on her shoulder, and already they were off to a bad start. She whirled around, hair flying, glaring at him just for touching her so casually.
She sighed at the look on his face, "what?"
"Look," he looked around him, trying to find the words for his teammate. "I know we're not always on the same page. But Ajak chose us to be leaders of this team."
"Just because we're strong does not make us leaders," Thena easily refuted, even if it meant denouncing herself to do it. "Gilgamesh is stronger than us both."
Ikaris opened his mouth to argue that point - eagerly - but clapped it shut. There would be no good to come from starting that fight with her (again). "Just...work with me--that's all I'm asking."
Thena's eyes travelled over him. He certainly was trying, she couldn't deny it. But she was so distrusting in her nature--of him, of the humans...even of Ajak, to a degree. "Have you ever thought that might be asking too much?"
"No," Ikaris frowned, his temper rising again now that he was finding himself arguing against a brick wall. "Because we're a team, Thena. Like it or not, we're here, together."
Her eyes followed his movement as he stepped in a fraction closer, his hand rising to grab her arm before she could turn away from him dismissively. She glared at him.
Ikaris held her eyes. He liked the challenge she gave him, in a way. His nature made him relish the battle for dominance they shared on a daily basis, no matter how much he complained about it. "Play nice."
Thena's eyes sparked, which Ikaris seemed to enjoy. And she knew he did--he liked the thought of getting to really have it out with her. They were both Fighters, the warrior and the soldier. It was in their nature for violence to be their language of choice. "No."
Ajak stood back with a sigh as Ikaris flew past her, blasted backward by Thena's shield tossing him away from her. She knew he was pushing it; it was only a matter of time before Thena decided she'd had enough of him.
Maybe the plan for them was a lost cause.
Thena didn't spare a second to check if Ikaris was okay. It wasn't her concern. She continued down the hall in her original direction, pausing when a hand brushed against hers.
It was Gilgamesh, the side of his hand meeting the side of hers like clouds passing in the sky. His pinky wiggled in her direction, "everything okay?"
"I can handle Ikaris," she said decisively, as she would to anyone on their team. She didn't move away, though.
Gil turned to face her first, offering his honesty as payment for her words. "I know, but that doesn't mean he gets to give you a hard time."
It was so slight, almost invisible to the human eye. But to an Eternal, Ajak was able to see the ever present tension in Thena lessen. It drained from her slowly, but eventually Thena looked at Gil. Her lips pulled up into a hint of a smile, "I may not leave much of him for you, at this rate."
Gilgamesh shrugged, giving her an impish smile that showed his more playful side. It seemed to encourage Thena's smile to grow. "So I'll clean up after you're done with him."
Ajak's brows raised as a completely new sound bounced around the Domo halls. She had never heard her Warrior Eternal laugh before. But by the look on the Strongest Eternal's face - and the lack of surprise - he had. In fact, he seemed quite enchanted by the sound.
Thena smiled more easily, completely loosened after her laughter. She turned and fell into a gentle pace with him in the narrow corridor, "he's Sersi's problem now."
"I don't know how she puts up with him," Gil mused, ruffling his hair as he walked with her.
Thena looked at him with what could almost be described as a playful expression, "you put up with me."
Gilgamesh took Thena's hand in his more fully--more deliberately. She showed no resistance. He held her eyes, giving the hand a squeeze between them, "and it's an honour and a privilege."
Thena's laughter rang out through the halls again.
Ajak smiled to herself; this form of the plan was always easiest to execute anyway. She would find a way to talk to Ikaris about things, regardless of how his relationship with Sersi progressed.
The relationship between Gilgamesh and Thena would grow itself.
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valorandgold · 1 year
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@mercyburned​ said:
There was a strange sort of emptiness in the Black Eagles classroom in the wake of Edelgard bringing the Adrestian army into the holy tomb.  When the professor had chosen to stand against her, Dorothea had followed in her footsteps, despite her mixed feelings.  It was too late to turn back now though, so all she could do was try to look forward.  She sat on one of the desks, haunted by the silence around the monastery.  At length, she looked over at Petra.  “...will this place ever feel the same?”  She looked miserable.  “It feels like something broke inside.”   // Silver Snow verse!?
Petra may have appeared a bit more composed on the surface than Dorothea, at least at first as they looked at what had been their old place of learning, yet she was feeling pretty awful herself. They did, of course, continue to learn things, just...not here, not in the same way as they used to. There was a part of her that yearned for things to be as they once had been, that such times weren’t upon them, but there was simply no turning back from the course that Edelgard herself had essentially set everyone on. In the end, she had followed both her heart and the people that had mattered to her the most, even if that meant the road to Brigid’s independence was harder than ever, which in going against Edelgard, that road now was indeed more difficult  Yet, despite being with the one who meant more to her than anyone else, even their professor who had taught and changed Brigid’s future Queen so much...there was an emptiness, a hollowness, something missing, and they both felt it.
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“I must be having honestness with you, Dorothea,” Petra started, sitting down at the table beside the brunette as she spoke. “For us...I do not think this place will ever be feeling the same again. I am not just meaning this room either. The monastery itself is having a feeling of loss, of something good having gone away, never to be returning. But...I am also not thinking that it cannot be like it was before, even if it cannot be that way for us.”
Petra placed a hand on Dorothea’s exposed back and gently caressed the skin, sliding up and down her ivory skin in an effort to comfort the songstress as she shared what she believed might give some hope for their future. “I guess what I am trying to be saying is that we are needing to be winning this war and to be bringing an end to it as soon as we can not just for Fodlan, but for our future, for everyone’s children, for the descendants of everyone who was here before so that they can have a knowing of this place as we once did. It is being too late for us now, but that past being someone’s future is something we can be fighting for...if that is making any sense.”
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aiadamermaid · 2 years
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aiadamermaid ✨
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blueiight · 9 months
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reuenthal if he hung around long enough on neueland teas
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fat-lesbi-bun · 2 years
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Still can't even believe the jury awarded damages for both Depp and Heard, meaning they were essentially like, yeah he abused you but you shouldn't have spoken up about it though :) also Heard you have to pay a lot more because he's worth so much more :) I hope someone kills that abusive piece of shit I really do. I hope his fucking supporters never know peace.
Bi women I'm so sorry. What a way to start Pride month...
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waywardsalt · 1 year
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totk newest trailer has fried my brain feel free to send asks about something that isnt that
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solarisgod · 1 year
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when the great sage equal to heaven tells the lover of sky one night: ❝ there are too many sad eyes on happy faces, ❞ they— micah— with gentle gaze on ground, nods in quiet agreement, while also wondering if wukong himself had noticed to include them as one of the folks who would try to smile and laugh— live— despite it all, only for everything to somehow hurt even so much more in the end.
the world can be a terrible thing where the chaos and horror lives in, as their own is of snowstorms and ghost stars and self-cutting hope. (if one looks at micah closely long enough, they will find they bear the saddest constellations in their eyes, holding these tragic tales of guilt and grief, made by the godtellers who will create a story out of anything and everything. even your own devoured heart and eyes.)
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yet, even after everything, the world they are all on can also be just as wonderful when such love and light does exist somewhere, and micah wants to live so much. they want to live long enough to make this great sky hold the brightest stars that can tell the world: we are not alone, we are not alone, we are never alone. though bruised and beaten we may be, we can still sing, we will be free.
even when everything still hurts most deeply, at the end of the day, micah will only burn brighter for the world that is always needing of gentle golds and soft silvers and all loving stars of celestial hope.
micah glances over to wukong, no longer afraid to have him look at them in the eyes, and they offer him a smile, weak in exhaustion, yet still light bearing. always, always, always. ❝ then i suppose we will have to try much more harder at getting those eyes to be full of joy, yeah? ❞ they say with a friendly nudge on @qicixian's arm, their eyes glowing softly out of warm kindness in the dead dark.
❝ while you are the jokester great sage, and i am, well... me, we can do anything! ❞ although micah may be giggling afterward, their line carry solemnness as their determination breaks through—
the world holds its breath in awe.
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keeps-ache · 2 years
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hey look it's Oath (x4)!
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prncssguya · 4 months
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so, if texas can just ignore the supreme court, can the rest of us ignore the dobbs ruling that overturned roe v wade?
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