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amarmeme · 3 months

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Verita Lavellan and her non-controversial chevalier

#verita lavellan #michel de chevin #my ocs #dragon age #dai #the masked empire #my art #stupid sexy orlesian

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gbhbl · 1 year

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Album Review: Black Orchid Empire - Tempus Veritas (Season Of Mist)

Detailing a compelling narrative with a creative vision, Black Orchid Empire are back with a heavyweight release.

UK rock trio Black Orchid Empire return with new album ‘Tempus Veritas’ set for release on the 14th of April via Season of Mist. Tempus Veritas is a collection of stories that seeks to find compelling imaginary narratives hidden away in what we all think of as history. Behind every milestone or major event in humanity’s long, complex past lies a treasure trove of possibilities for invention – how…

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#Album Review #Black Orchid Empire #Rock #Season of Mist #Tempus Veritas

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andorerso · 4 months

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A YEAR IN FICS - 2023

I'm a little late this year but I wasn't gonna miss out on my favorite tradition. Here we go!

you fit me better than my favorite sweater: Jyn has a gift for Cassian for Christmas, but she's worried about his reaction. (1/1) Written for the Rebelcaptain Trees exchange

give me a lifetime and then fifty more: Cassian comes home after a prolonged trip and only wants to see his family. (1/1) Written for the Rebelcaptain Trees exchange

i think i'm falling back in love with you: Twelve years after the last time they saw each other, childhood best friends Jyn and Cassian cross paths once more... (1/1) Modern AU.

Blood Red Rose: 1920, London. An unknown creature dubbed 'the Beast' is terrorizing the streets at night. Vampire hunter Jyn Erso and recently turned vampire Cassian Andor might just be the city's only hope to catch the monster... (23/27) chapter 23 written in 2023

let the cat out of the bag: Jyn's cat really likes her new fuck buddy. Jyn's not quite okay with this. (2/2) Modern AU. chapter 2 written in 2023 for a prompt

don't say you love me: Jyn's been in love with Cassian for eight years, but she never thought he felt the same. Right? Things get a little interesting when he asks her to be his fake girlfriend for a weekend... (3/6) Modern AU. Written for the Rogue One Crew exchange

objection, your honor: Cassian Andor hasn’t lost a case in two years, but what he doesn’t know is that neither has she. And Jyn decides he needs to be knocked down a peg or two.It’s so much more satisfying to win as the underdog. OR, Jyn and Cassian are rival divorce lawyers who also sometimes hook up. This can only end well, right? (1/2) Modern AU.

but will you return? i came looking for you: She didn’t need a weapon, she would slaughter them all with her bare hands. She just needed a location. (1/1) Written for the Rebelcaptain's Whumptober 2023

fear conditioning: There was something wrong with Cassian. Something that made him look at her like she was a monster. (1/1) Written for the Rebelcaptain's Whumptober 2023

left behind: Rule number one: you didn’t fight a horde. You ran. (1/1) Zombie AU. Written for the Rebelcaptain's Whumptober 2023

tragedy in your blood: If she pretends it’s not happening, if she pretends she’s somewhere else, safe and warm in Cassian’s arms, it’s not real, right? (1/1) Major Character Death warning. Written for the Rebelcaptain's Whumptober 2023

Amas Veritas: Jyn's a young witch who's just trying to keep her head down. But when Orson Krennic returns to town years after he allegedly killed her father, she can't help feeling like this is her chance to get some payback. What's supposed to be a harmless hex quickly turns deadly, and Jyn must now make sure no one ever finds out what she did or risk going to prison. But the pull she feels towards Cassian Andor, the private investigator the Krennics have hired complicates matters, and it doesn't help that she's sworn off love years ago due to a nasty love curse that sits upon her family. On top of it all, Krennic's ghost might be haunting her... This Halloween is shaping up to be the worst one Jyn's ever had. (6/7) Practical Magic AU. chapter 6 written in 2023

so much for stardust: Nobody would be surprised that Galen Erso’s daughter and Director Krennic’s ward liked to do things the unconventional way. OR, Jyn grows up on Coruscant but that doesn't mean she won't fight the Empire (1/1) Written for the Rebelcaptain Secret Santa exchange

Prompts, requests and drabbles:

College AU

I told you that I’d never leave you; I’m not going anywhere

Total works: 15 (12 new ones)

Total wordcount: 72 494

Yeah, not as good as in previous years, but I was expecting that. Still better than I thought it would be so I'm quite satisfied! These little fandom events helped tremendously <3

#my fics #rebelcaptain #a year in fics

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everlastiingiimmortals · 5 months

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a few thoughts on dr. ratio for now! (these thoughts are sponsored by luna and starry, ty friends)

"Veritas Ratio" isn't his true name. he absolutely chose it for himself, this pompous ass. tRuTh AnD rEaSoN. god. smh. anyway his real name is Andreas (last name pending)

as a side note, he's Roman-themed (his full name is Latin) but i do prefer the original concept of him being more associated with Athena, and therefore Greek-themed. I'm a tiny bit sad about losing the mask but the stupid roman bust is infinitely funnier so it's worth it.

as a side side note I do think it's an interesting commentary on roman... well. romanticization if he's originally greek. I took a class in my freshman year on the influence of the Roman Empire on Greek literature and culture and vice versa and I'd love to brush up on that again

favorite flower is a peony, but he's also fond of Micromeria acropolitana which is an incredibly rare plant (it ONLY grows on the Acropolis of Athens irl) due to its history and symbolism.

the first thing he looks at when he meets someone new are their eyes. they say eyes are the windows to the soul, and that's very true to him; one look can tell him how intelligent someone is, and it's usually through that first impression that he determines whether someone will be worth his time or not, unless he's later surprised (he would rather be wrong and pleasantly surprised by someone being smarter than he clocked them than waste his time on someone disappointing and irritating).

favorite animal is an owl. he's also fond of crows.

Luna asked if I thought he was an optimist, pessimist, or realist. I initially said he is a realist... but after thinking on it more I'd say he's more an idealist. he just portrays it as practicality and is such an asshole that often times he seems to trend on pessimism.

favorite Astral Express member is Himeko (hi Koi). least favorite is March 7th.

despite his sharp tongue and strict attitude, especially when teaching, he's not one to shy away from praise when approving of others. his expectations are high, but he's not afraid to let his students know when they've met them.

he's not afraid of nudity. doesn't even really bat an eye about it either, he doesn't get flustered around nakey people or being nakey himself. to him, the human form is a beautiful thing (and look at him, he's literally a mfing Adonis. those muscles?????) and it's not something to hide. he'll tell you that ideally he'd go around in the nude if not for the fact that humans are poorly insulated compared to other warm blooded animals with their fur, feathers, or blubber, and that it'd be greatly frowned by societal standards (this latter point is genuinely secondary to him than being exposed to the elements).

when not teaching or bashing people for being stupid, he's actually fairly quiet. much of his time is spent reading, studying, and educating himself on all manner of things. he can honestly be quite peaceful company if you don't bother him, but he's also quite sensitive to having eyes on him. hence, the sensory deprivation helmet (LMAO).

he seems to me to be an architect? but he's also a philosopher? i feel like he strives to be a master of all trades, as impossible of a feat as that is. after all, one cannot eradicate ignorance in all things if oneself is ignorant in some things, but these two things are his expertise. (subject to change with more info)

his definition of "stupidity" is not not knowing things, but rather lacking in common sense and critical thinking. to Ratio, stupid questions absolutely exist. the problem doesn't come with not knowing something, but not using your brain or being unwilling to learn about said thing. stupidity is a willingness or insistence on staying ignorant, and it's the easiest way to send him into a spite induced lecture before he gets fed up and just puts on the bust to literally shut people out.

#hsr leaks #...i said 'a few' but this is way more than a few #oh god he really just took control of my brain oh no #//about; (DOCTOR OF TRUTH)

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theoreticallysensible · 9 months

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I visited a friend in Oxford this weekend, and having read Babel last year, RF Kuang’s incredible historical fantasy about the role of universities in British colonialism, it was impossible for me to admire the architecture there without thinking about its imperial legacy and persisting imperialist function, and the effect it had on me, on Oxford residents, and on Oxford students. I didn’t take any pictures because I always forget to do that, so enjoy these ones I found on Google. 🙃

The main Bodleian building is probably the most iconic from Oxford, and it’s impossible to communicate the absolute grandeur of its presence when you’re actually there. It’s also perhaps the building most similar in both form and function to Babel in RF Kuang’s story, it being also a central towering library. This is just one of several imposing and beautiful old buildings there though, all of which inescapably give you the impression of being part of - or at least in the presence of - a mighty, cultured civilisation. My friend said she felt the same thing in Durham, where we studied, but Oxford is on a whole other level.

The Oxford motto is apparently “fortis est veritas”, or “the truth is strong”, which I did see around on various buildings. I couldn’t believe how on the nose it was. It perfectly encapsulates what Kuang is critiquing, and they emblazon it proudly on their city: we use this knowledge to enrich ourselves through conquest; this beauty you see around you, this skilled craftsmanship, is both the product and the tool of empire. Knowledge and material is taken from other lands, developed by those with the privilege not to be concerned by more immediate things like food and shelter, and then used to conquer more lands.

I think it was the statues that really affected me though. There was something so intimidating about being surrounded by all these figures of “great men”. It’s hard not to feel fundamentally inferior. But what must it be like to see them when you know that you’ve been invited to join their number, when you’re a student in their institution? I can’t imagine it’s freeing. I have to think that - unless you resist it, as I’m sure many do to varying degrees - it feels like a terrifying pressure to conform to the precise idea of greatness embodied and projected by those statues - a European, masculine, individualist, imperialist one. It’s no wonder it’s often a very specific type of person who comes out of Oxford. It’s no wonder so many of our politicians are from there.

If you haven’t read Babel, I can’t recommend it enough. I read Kuang’s new book, Yellowface, in a single sitting yesterday too, so read that one too. 😂 They’re both excellent critiques of intellectual culture while also being incredibly gripping reads. They combine nuanced characters with blunt didacticism, which in Yellowface in particular she reflects on and defends as a style, in a way that feels so edifying once you get over the popular prejudice against didacticism. Maybe we should be uncompromising in certain truths about the evils of colonialism, racism, and capitalism, ya know?

Both books were advertised to an almost obnoxious degree in every bookshop there, and my friend said everyone she talked to on her short course was talking about Babel, so I like to think there’s hope.

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metronn · 2 years

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VERITAS EX MACHINA.

theory of machines ben frost - chernobyl blanck mass - forever dilating eye sinoia caves - titan disasterpeace - bunsen burner CUTS - empire systems rafael anton irisarri - red tide loscil - so it goes greg haines - half light of dawn abul mogard - polyhymnal makeup and vanity set - do matter plaid - anthropocene loscil

science fiction electronic ambient playlist for a robot sleep cycle. follow the link above for the spotify playlist.

#lipstick smeared over the playlists #mine #science fiction #robot #artificial intelligence #ambience #playlist #moodboard #aesthetic #cw:#body modification #otherkin #.... listen

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the-delta-42 · 2 years

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Breaking the Wall

Marinette sat slumped against the crystal wall behind her, thinking on how she got here. The day had started normally, she got up late, was late for school and an Akuma attacked. The Akuma got to her before she could transform in Ladybug. It’d sent her here.

A cold, dark place that only progressed if secrets no one knew were spoken.

Marinette had been forced to lay her soul bare to stop the thing chasing from catching her. She didn’t know how long she’d been here, only that the monster was slowly limping towards her.

“What are you?” Asked Marinette, looking at the shadow approaching her.

The creature didn’t say anything, but moved closer.

“Okay,” Said Marinette, climbing to her feet and turning to face the crystal wall behind her, “I guess I can talk for both of us.”

The creature had reached Marinette and grabbed the back of her head. Everything was burning and Marinette felt herself crumble to dust.

BTW

Marinette gasped as she looked around her, where was she? What was she doing here? Why was she here? And where was everyone else?

Marinette spotted and little stuffed bird on the windowsill and a plaque on the wall next to it.

Veritas

The Truth shall set you free

Marinette stared at the plaque, before she heard a shuffling behind her.

“Guys?”

There was nothing. Marinette frowned, “Tikki, do you know if there’s anyone else here?”

When she didn’t get a response, Marinette looked around and failed to spot the Kwami.

“Tikki?” Called Marinette, checking her pockets. Her hands flew to her ears and touched her earlobes, both lacking the Ladybug miraculous.

“No.” Gasped Marinette, frantically searching for the earrings, “No. no, no, no, no. Please, not again, not now.”

Marinette curled in on herself, sobbing as it sunk in that the earrings were gone. Marinette didn’t know how long she’d been curled up on the floor, but she took a deep breath and shook her head.

“No,” Growled Marinette, “you don’t get to cry, you got yourself into this mess, you can get yourself out of it.”

Marinette got to her feet and walked out of the room. She walked down the hallway, trying to find any of her classmates. The closest she got was finding Alya’s phone. Marinette felt hope flair in her chest, before it was quickly doused out when she saw it had no signal.

A black, shadow covered hand launched out and grabbed her wrist. Marinette felt a burning pain in her hand, before it fell off. Marinette fell to the ground and tried scramble away from the monster. A small corner of Marinette’s mind reminded her of the plague.

“My Parents named me Xiuying!” Yelled Marinette, making the creature freeze.

Marinette breathed heavily, before climbing to her feet and running out of the room.

“Okay, that monster freezes whenever I tell the truth.” Muttered Marinette, before looking at the stump on her hand. The adrenalin wore off and Marinette felt the burning pain return, groaning as she clutched the stump, “Right, fix this first.”

Marinette stumbled her way through the halls, ducking her head into any open room, until she found a room with a first aid kit sitting on a table. Sitting down at the table and removing her jacket, Marinette grabbed a rubber band and prayed it’d help. After twisting the rubber band onto her arm until she felt the pain subside, she carefully covered her stump in a bandage and pinned the bandage to her shirt and pulled her jacket back on.

“Okay, Marinette,” Said Marinette, “you’re in a building you’ve never seen before, you’re being chased by a shadow creature that can disintegrate you, you’ve got no phone, no bag, no miraculous, no Tikki, no hope of rescue and one hand. So, think, what’s my next step?”

Marinette cast a look around the room, before spotting a series of Chinese characters inscribed on the wall. Silently cursing her near non-existent Chinese, Marinette scrutinised the word, roughly making out the word ‘bird’ and ‘wall’.

A cracking sound made Marinette jump, as the shadow creature pried its way out of a crack in the table.

“I’m Ladybug.” Stated Marinette, making the creature pause, before moving towards her at a slower rate, “Shit.”

Marinette ran out of the room and skidded to a stop at a door that looked like it headed outside. Marinette realised a second too late that she had jumped out of a window and slammed her head against a wall.

BTW

Marinette didn’t know how long she’d been unconscious, but she woke up to rain falling onto her face. She was in a garden, beautiful flowers, trees and insects surrounding her. Marinette slowly climbed to her feet and spotted a half-dug grave with a single paving slab sitting inside it.

Marinette frowned and hopped into the hole, reading a small inscription on the slab. Marinette stood up and went to turn around, when the shadow creature burst out of the dirt and towered over her.

Marinette swallowed and screamed, “I watched someone kill themselves!”

The creature froze, allowing Marinette to scramble out of the hole, in through and locking a door that connected the garden to the inside of the building. Marinette breathed heavily, before sprinting away from the garden door.

Marinette stopped running when she came across a room with a plate of food in it. Marinette frowned at the plate, before taking an apple from it and continuing on her way. She spent the night climbing stairs, spilling her deepest secrets, and running from the shadow creature.

Marinette flicked through a book, trying to find a map of the building. She heard a scraping noise behind her, turning around, Marinette found herself boxed in by the shadow creature. It reached for her face, making Marinette whimper, and scream out, “When I was seven my Uncle raped me!”

The creature froze once more and Marinette ran out the door, she kept running until she came across a door with a sign above it.

Marinette grinned at the sign that said ‘exit’, she scrambled down the steps and pushed open the door, only to freeze and stare at a large chunk of crystal. Marinette’s breath caught in her throat and choked sobs burst from her lips.

Marinette collapsed under her weight

A cold, dark place that only progressed if secrets no one knew were spoken.

Marinette had been forced to lay her soul bare to stop the thing chasing from catching her. She didn’t know how long she’d been here, only that the monster was slowly limping towards her.

“What are you?” Asked Marinette, looking at the shadow approaching her.

The creature didn’t say anything, but moved closer.

“Okay,” Said Marinette, climbing to her feet and turning to face the crystal wall behind her, “I guess I can talk for both of us.”

“There’s a story my Maman taught me,” Marinette started, before throwing a punch at the wall with her remaining hand, “AAGH! In ancient China, there was an Emperor with no heirs. AAHH! So, he summoned every fatherless boy in his empire. OW! And he told them-‘I am going to name only the wisest of you my heir and I’m going to ask you all three questions.’ – and he asked each one, sending them away when they failed to answer – then he got to a lone Shepard boy and he asked ‘How many stars are there in the nights sky?’ – The Shepard boy said, ‘To count all the stars in the nights sky, you only need to count each speck of dust caught in the light of the sun.’ – The Emperor then asked him ‘How many drops of water are there in the sea?’ – The Shepard boy said - ‘To count all the drops of water in the sea, you – would first need to block all rivers and canals – and stop the rain from coming.’ – The Emperor then asked him – ‘How many seconds in eternity?’ – The Shepard boy paused – before looking up at the Emperor – he smiled – and the Shepard boy said – ‘Several miles south of here – there is a mountain made of pure diamond – it takes a year to go over it – and a year to go around it – and every one thousand years – a little bird comes and sharpens – it’s beak on the crest of the mountain – and when the entire mountain – has been chiselled away – the first second of eternity – will have passed!’ – The Emperor stared at the boy – smiling, and said – ‘you have answered all my questions – with truth and wisdom – and I’ll be leaving my empire to you!’”

With each break in the story where Marinette died at the hands of the creature, after an eternity of living the same two days, Marinette slowly chipped away at the crystal, memories of her previous attempts dragging themselves back into her mind.

With a scream and one final punch, the remains of the wall cracked, before blasting open. And Marinette felt herself fall onto the ground in the park, with the Akuma openly staring at her and Chat Noir gaping at her state.

BTW

“I am Deaman, and all shall know hell!” Cackled the Akuma, Chat skidding back and hitting a wall.

Chat could only watch on in horror as Marinette was hit by the Akuma and vanish into thin air, leaving her bag and earrings behind. Chat screamed and launched himself at the Akuma, fully intent on beating them black and blue, before the Akuma vanished himself.

Chat’s fist met the wall of the school and went straight through it. Chat almost didn’t see Alya pick up Marinette’s bag and earrings, but he thought nothing of it. He launched out a window and raced across the roof tops of Paris, constantly chasing the Akuma, until the two skidded to a halt in the park.

Chat’s eyes were filled with hatred, while the Akuma’s were filled with mirth at the situation.

“They can leave at any time.” Said the Akuma, suddenly, “but only if I let them.”

Chat snarled, before a window with a wall of crystal appeared behind the Akuma.

“What?!” Demanded Deaman, “No, no, no, no! You’re not supposed to break out, you’re supposed to be broken!”

The crystal cracked, before exploding outwards, leaving a dishevelled Marinette in its place. Marinette had blood running down her face and a series of burns. The most notable injury Marinette had was that she was missing her right hand.

Marinette stumbled forwards, nearly collapsing under her own weight. Deaman stared at her, before storming up to her, “HOW?! HOW DID YOU BREAK MY WALL?!”

Marinette breathed heavily, “Bird.”

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, as she collapsed.

Scarabella landed in a crouch behind the Akuma, before punching them in the back of the head and grabbing their object, a pencil, and snapping it. A quick purification and cure later, everyone trapped by Deaman, now two separate people who apparently didn’t like each other, was released. Marinette remained on the ground, however, the wounds not healing.

Chat rushed past Scarabella and cradled Marinette’s head, “Why isn’t the cure doing anything?”

“I-I don’t know, it’s like it couldn’t.”

“NO SHIT, SCAR!”

Chat glared at Scarabella, before picking Marinette up and headed for the nearest hospital. Alya stood stock still, she’d never seen Chat act like this before, even during the Strike Back incident.

BTW

Adrien stared at Marinette, her chest slowly rising and falling. He’d overheard one of the doctors say that the stump where Marinette’s right hand had been had rotted, which presumably took her hand. She has some first degree burns on small areas of her face, a concussion and a broken hand and ankle. And that wasn’t even starting on any possible mental issues from her time in the Akuma’s fake world.

Adrien frowned, he’d figured out that Marinette was Ladybug. The last time he saw Scarabella was when Marinette was going to be out of the city and was captured by an Akuma. This time, Marinette was caught by the Akuma and her earrings were left behind, which Alya made sure to collect before vanishing.

Marinette let out a groan, before resettling in the bed. He’d spoken with Plagg, and the Kwami had a brief look inside Marinette’s mind. Plagg had estimated that Marinette had been in that little world for over a billion years, despite it only being half an hour for them. Plagg also said that the reason Marinette hadn’t been healed, was because she refused to give up, while the other people had given up almost as soon as they arrived.

Adrien let out a small smile, of course Marinette wouldn’t wait to be rescued, not while there were other people who needed to be. Adrien’s smile dropped and he ran a hand down his face.

His father had suddenly come down with a mysterious illness that was sapping his strength. Adrien thought it said something, that he preferred to sit at a friend’s bedside and not his fathers. With a sigh, Adrien got to his feet and walked out of the room.

BTW

Gabriel seethed at the Kwami, all of them opting to remain quiet when he demanded they explain how Marinette resisted his Akuma’s affects. He was so busy interrogating the Kwami, he didn’t notice Chat Noir land behind him, look horrified, then furious and Gabriel certainly didn’t see the staff coming to strike the back of his head.

Adrien seethed as he looked down at his father’s unconscious body, before carefully plucking all the miraculous from his body and storing them in his staff.

“Come on, we’re going to Marinette’s.” Said Chat, after packing a bag and calling the police. After making sure Gabriel was in custody, Chat vaulted away from the mansion and towards a familiar bakery.

A block away from the building, Chat dropped into an alley and detransformed. Adrien heard a gasp behind him, making him pivot on his heel. Alya, Nino and a dishevelled Lila stared at him.

“Adrien, dude,” Gaped Nino, “y-you’re Chat Noir?”

Adrien gave Nino a flat look.

“Does your father know?” Smirked Lila, making Adrien see red.

“No, but you’re not going to tell him, because right now, he’s on his way to a prison cell.” Growled Adrien, “And even if he wasn’t, you’d be known as the one who gave Monarch the identity of one of the Heroes of Paris.”

Lila stared up at Adrien, before a smug look appeared on her face, “Careful, Adrien, who’ll the people believe if I say you, oh I don’t know, attacked me?”

“You’re forgetting who you’re with.”

“No, I’m not.”

Alya tapped Lila on the shoulder and punched her in the mouth with enough force to knock a tooth out. Lila hit the ground, her hand immediately covering her bleeding mouth.

“Be careful, Lila,” Said Adrien, calmly, “you’ll be living with a target on your back.”

Adrien turned on his heel and stalked away, Alya and Nino quickly following him.

BTW

Marinette groaned, and tried to sit up, before a sharp pain in her abdomen made her lie back down. Opening her eyes, she found herself in a hospital room. Marinette looked down, her eyes freezing on her stump, wrapped up in bandages, as well as her other hand in a brace and her ankle in a plaster cast. Marinette looked at the door, quietly wondering if she should call out to let them know she was awake.

The choice was made for her, when the door opened and admitted Adrien. Adrien froze as soon as he made eye contact with Marinette.

“You’re awake.” Said Adrien, sitting on the end of the bed.

“What… happened?” Rasped Marinette, prompting Adrien to lift a cup of water up for her to drink.

“You were stuck in a ‘cell’.” Responded Adrien, slowly, “Apparently you were in there for around four-billion years.”

“Did… the… Akuma… say… that?” Asked Marinette, her voice scratchy.

“No, not quite.” Responded Adrien, producing a pair of earrings, “I’m sorry, but I saw Alya pick them up after you were caught and then Scarabella turned up and it all, kinda unravelled from there. I’m sorry, M’Lady.”

Marinette inhaled sharply, before her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her head slammed back down into the pillows.

BTW

Nathalie glared at the TV screen. Apparently, Gabriel had been caught yelling at the Kwami’s and Chat Noir had taken the opportunity to jump him. Nathalie had to commend herself, when the police had questioned her, she’d managed to pull up a story of Gabriel blackmailing her.

She’d just nestled herself into her favourite chair, when she heard the door slowly open. Nathalie leaned forwards and found Adrien trying to creep into her spare room.

“Back from patrol then?” Called Nathalie, making Adrien tense.

He guiltily stumbled into the living area, while Nathalie raised an eyebrow at him.

“So?” Demanded Adrien, crossing his arms.

“Adrien,” Sighed Nathalie, “I know you’ve figured it out, and I know that it was you who ‘stumbled’ across Gabriel. Frankly, I have a feeling you’ll not want to hear what I have to say, but I can only apologise.”

“For what? Terrorising Paris? Manipulating my friends?” Snapped Adrien, his nails digging into his arms.

“Yes, I’m sorry, for everything. I’m sorry and I don’t think there’ll be a day when I deserve any forgiveness for everything that I put you and your friends through. All I can say is that I’m sorry and promise that I’ll do my best to atone for my actions.”

Adrien was silent, mulling Nathalie’s word over in his head.

“Now, go to bed, it’s past midnight and you have school in the morning.” Said Nathalie, getting a scowl from Adrien.

“Yes, Maman.” Grumbled Adrien, making Nathalie freeze as he slunk away.

Nathalie felt her throat tighten, before she felt a burning in her eyes.

BTW

Marinette tried not to squirm as Max tinkered with the hand he’d made her.

“I’ve managed to fix any lagging issues with the fingers,” Said Max, as he tightened the brace up, “I haven’t checked if it’s waterproof though.”

“Why didn’t I have this when I was stuck in that hell?” Joked Marinette, moving the fingers on the hand.

“It wouldn’t be much help.” Remarked Max, taking a pin and grabbing the hand.

“OW!” Screamed Marinette, snatching the hand back after Max had pricked it with a needle, “How the fuck did you do that?”

“I, sort of, programmed it and took scans of your other hand.” Muttered Max, as Marinette shook her new hand.

“Well, congratulations, you’ve successfully made a feeling hand.” Snapped Marinette, keeping the hand close to her.

“Thank you.” Said Max, brightly.

“You’re getting out of her tomorrow.” Said Alya, looking around the hospital room, “School’s been dead without you.”

Marinette smiled at her friend, before looking over at Adrien. He’d been sent back from England, after he got into a fight with Felix. From the footage Alya had shown her, Adrien had the upper hand.

“Lila’s been sent to therapy,” Said Alya, making Marinette look up again, “apparently, she’s the way she is because of some failing on her parents part.”

“Which makes sense, because she felt she had to work with a terrorist to get positive re-enforcement.” Said Max, as he flicked Marinette’s hand with a rubber band.

“OW! Will you stop that?”

BTW

Ms. Bustier’s shoulder’s slumped as Marinette’s pencil broke.

“Whoever is thinking it funny to set Marinette one edge, please stop, because now you’re starting to drive me insane.”

Alya reluctantly removed her hand from Marinette’s side.

“Now, if we could get back to-”

“Paris, I am Paon.”

“I gotta go to the bathroom!” Yelled Marinette, before sprint-limping out of the classroom.

Adrien raised his hand.

“Yes, Adrien, you can go to the toilettes.” Groaned Ms. Bustier, as Adrien ran out of the room, “If there anyone else who needs to suddenly go somewhere?”

Kim raised his hand.

“You can go after Adrien gets back.”

#miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #alya cesaire #nino lahiffe #lila rossi #caline bustier #nathalie sancoeur #gabriel agreste #max kante #tikki #plagg #delta writes #tw: death #tw: past rape/non con #tw: violence

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ao3feed-izuku-midoriya · 2 years

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Foundations of Ash (How an Empire Crumbles)

Foundations of Ash (How An Empire Crumbles) by The Dark Elf

Tomura Shigaraki asks a question, and the answer is so much more than he ever bargained for.

Words: 1043, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Veritas

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Midoriya Izuku, Sako Atsuhiro | Mr. Compress, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Toga Himiko

Additional Tags: League of Villains as Family, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko Needs a Hug, Quirkless People with Extra Toe Joints Wear Custom Sneakers | Red Shoe Theory, Quirkless Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Protective League of Villains, Parental Sako Atsuhiro | Mr. Compress, no beta we die like the Shimura family, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Character Death, typical shiggy backstory things

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39782772

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Izuku #♠#Izuku Midoriya #Tomura Shigaraki #Sako Atsuhiro #R:T #A:Dark #Abuse

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The Spirit Within: Photographer Kenro Izu’s Impermanence – in Pictures

A new retrospective collection features work taken on Izu’s extensive journeys to countries and places worldwide using his signature large-format film process

Machu Picchu, Panorama, Peru, 2001. Photograph: Kenro Izu

Tajín, Pyramid of the Niches, Mexico, 1987. Impermanence – Photograph Kenro Izu: The Spirit Within, A Fifty Year Journey is published by Veritas Editions

Bayon, Siem Reap, Cambodia, 1994. Impermanence represents fifty years of Izu’s work after moving from Japan to the US as a young man to begin a career in fine art photography. Izu recalls: ‘It was Thanksgiving night in 1971 when I arrived at Port Authority on a Greyhound bus. The illuminated Empire State Building on 34th Street shone through the fog. I was finally in New York, the city I had dreamed of before leaving Japan’. Photograph: Kenro Izu

Still Life, Amaryllis, New York City, 1997. Photograph: Kenro Izu

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Well-Versed

Lazarus of the Gods

post-antiquity; main verse; open Dionysus, mortal alias Dio Theoinos, is a public figure; he is sassy, sarcastic, caustic, flirtatious, and just a little bit dramatic. He runs the Vino Veritas Production Company, a well-known theatrical troupe performing on Broadway. He is primarily director and producer for the troupe. He is also an immortal god “playing human” for a while to unwind and enjoy the century.

The Cure to Madness

asia minor; antiquity i; selective This verse is pre-Bacchae and follows the events transpiring from the time Hera cursed Dionysus with madness until his triumphant return to Thrace. It features a predominantly mad, often inarticulate Dionysus. He tends towards more violent reactions.

The Storm Passed

greece; antiquity ii; selective This verse is mid- and post-Bacchaeand follows from Dionysus’ return to Greece through to Ariadne’s death, which I place at the beginning of the Roman Empire. Dionysus is more languid and relaxed, and tends towards gentler and more subdued reactions.

Divine Grievances

rome; antiquity iii; selective This verse is set after the death of Ariadne and follows Dionysus (or Bacchus) through the rise and fall of the Roman Empire. Although he usually doesn’t show it, he is deep in mourning, and makes up for it with an excess of destructive and dangerous behaviors. He is erratic and prone to severe overreaction.

Amethyst Dayze

supernatural shop keeper/semi-psychic; paranormal investigator verse; open Dio Theoinos–semi-psychic, paranormal expert, sass-machine, new age pagan. The name is self-chosen, thanks. A little bit of dabbling in the mystic arts proved some small proficiency in them that Dio now scrapes by on for a living: cleansing houses, “reading fortunes,” banishing ghosts. Whatever pays the bills–as long as it’s a little creepy, count him in!

By Killing Men

fallen god; post-apocalyptic verse; open Olympus fell–and with it, the gods. Now founding the earthly society of New Olympia, the divine heirarchies are in an upheavel, and gods scramble to claim their own among the mortals littering the face of their Earth. Dionysus has done well for his part; but how long can a neutral party hold its tongue before action is forced upon it?

#; a new religion (blog mythos)

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bunny-banana · 5 months

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"Veritas" remains the Roman Empire of spirk fics to me

#ive reread it like 3 times too and it never stops being amazing #truly cultural reset

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iy0v · 6 months

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Beyond Matter

Part 1: Near Death Experiences- an introduction to the realities of the unseen

Blessed is the soul that tasted death, for it shall see what life is truly about.

For all the glory, expansion, procreation, and all other worldly pursuits, amount to nothing in value compared to what comes after. It is therefore, the realization of such an individual, who reflects using at the very least, one’s innate nature as well as reason, that this life is to be lived not as an independent and exclusive journey, but rather as a function of the experience that comes after. It is through the medium of direct experience, that all those who were fortunate enough to taste death and come back to life, unequivocally agree that such experiences “felt more real than everyday reality”, or other statements along those lines. Some may even add that “I’ve seen the light… I was taken to a place of eternal peace and joy” while others may contrarily state “I was taken to a place of endless torment and agony”… As one can see, through independent yet common, direct experiences: the afterlife is an exponential function of the current life. Its variables are dictated by one’s actions throughout the course of a lifetime. Everyday life’s actions are moral decisions by nature. The perception of the source of morality for such decisions is unfortunately becoming even more dazed and obscured, yet throughout human civilization, such sources were commonly found even under totally unrelated and far distant societies. As humans grew to be empathetic, compassionate, and justice-oriented creatures (especially in blank states), morality revolved around such parameters. The common maxim in its brute form is “do good, avoid bad”. Good and bad take a clear shape in human consciousness, which becomes even clearer when one tastes death; an image which is no longer muddied by the delusions of this world. As the clarity unfolds, and as the veil of materialism is lifted, there’s true Glory, glorious Truth; a singular force, an infinite source, for good and bad, beyond good and bad.

It’s only until nowadays that we developed such accepted understandings that would’ve been impossible for the totally empirical mind to digest previously with limited scientific tools. Take for example how trees communicate with one a another, or how the mind is capable of controlling the body at extreme conditions using deep meditation and concentration (which is the case of Wim Hof who broke +30 Guinness records including climbing Everest wearing only shorts), such facts by today’s standards would’ve been easily be dismissed as mumbo-jumbo and what not.

Knowing that in the big picture of things, our scientific and technological tools are extremely limited to what they can be at a universal scale; hence how can one really hold the rights to denounce certain matters just because they cannot be proven -so far-? It only becomes interesting when such knowledge, such as the power of the mind and the interconnectedness of some life forms like trees, has been long accepted as mostly true prior to being proven as such, which was mostly based on the innately rich and insightful experiences of the minds that made such discoveries -often including shamans, mystics, as well as rationalist philosophers-, which is often translated via logic, intuition, visions, etc. given the former, and assuming that we all seek to pursue ultimate truth (veritas), wouldn’t it be wise to trust the knowledge spurring from within -in par to the theories that can be empirically measured-, and consider the validity of the insights and ideas our inner sight perceives?

- Iyov

#theology #materialism #spirituality #monotheism #morality #essays #thought #consciousness #psychology #thoughts

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🌀Post the fic summary for a fic you haven't written/published yet. It can be hypothetical or something you really plan on releasing...

so I have a WIP in the works I haven't talked about yet and I think it has the potential to be my next longfic after BRR, but I do want to finish a few fics before working on it (ideally at least Amas Veritas if nothing else)

I was hesitant because I wasn't sure if the premise worked but I talked about it with a few friends and they seemed to love it so why not! it's a modern AU, but I came up with the first seeds of this idea pre-Andor so Cassian's mom is an OC, and his sister is Lidia from my vampire AU. the premise is that a few years after Cassian's dad dies, his mom ends up marrying none other than Orson Krennic himself, making him Krennic's stepson.

but let's backpedal a bit, before any of that happened, Krennic was involved with the Ersos, the usual drama, blablabla, the bottom-line is that Galen ended up dead and Lyra took off with Jyn and disappeared. but she's never let go of her hatred for Krennic or her thirst for revenge, and Jyn grew up with those same desires instilled in her. so when an opening presents itself to become Lidia's new bodyguard, Lyra asks Jyn to infiltrate the Krennics under a fake name and help her take down Krennic, and Jyn agrees.

meanwhile, since Krennic has no biological children, he started priming Cassian to take over the company and his other shady businesses once the time comes, and so Cassian's become the sole heir to the empire. don't worry though, Cassian absolutely hates the guy and knows full well that Krennic's a horrible person, but he's playing the long game and trying to get enough dirt on Krennic to put him away for good, so he becomes the golden child whereas Lidia is the rebel who acts out and doesn't hide her distaste about any of it. this means that when Jyn enters the picture, she naturally hates Cassian's guts and thinks he's the same as Krennic.... cue angst, hate sex, and some good old fashioned enemies to lovers! (yes again... don't look at me)

#replies #izloveshorses #thank you!! <3 #rebelcaptain #this is also me lowkey testing the idea with the lovely tumblr crowd #idk i like it but i recognize that cassian as krennic's stepson is kind of an out there idea #the krennics

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