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nefarious-616-necromancer · 1 year

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So apparently, this girl is also named Lady Death. I never heard of her before I found this picture in the mix of a bunch of the Lady Death we all know. Could just be a mistake or just a different indy comic, but anyway, here she is

#lady death #tumblr milestone #thank you #sexypic #sexy chick #black haired #different lady death

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haunted-xander · 7 months

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You ever think about how Ryne probably got a more honest yet closed-off Thancred while Minfilia got a more disingenuine yet open Thancred?

Like, the Thancred Minfilia knew and grew up with was the one we saw in arr, the flirty, teasing and sassy but friendly man who was clearly not very honest seeing as no one- not even Minfilia- noticed how worn out he was from his constant work. Even just by hw he's noticably more prickly and. not quite rude but. more outwardly cynical? He's always been kinda cynical, but in arr his teasing and banter hides it well, which never disappears but is more. natural? genuine? now. Krile directly points out that he's much more brusque than she expected of him based on how Minfilia described him.

And sure, you could attribute that behaviour to his grief and stress (which is certainly a part of it) but considering he acts much the same in ew, when he's finally moved on and come to terms with everything (and is also post-shb character development), I think it's safe to say that this is the most honest we've seen Thancred be.

But this is all Ryne has known him to be. She's never seen Thancred be flirtatious or as social and friendly as he is in arr, she's only seen him be brusque and cynical but still teasing and kind. But he's also far more closed off from her (and others) bc of That Whole Deal going on. Urianger has told her more about Thancred's true feelings than Thancred himself has. and even that's not a lot, for Urianger is not only not a mind reader and doesn't know everything that goes on on Thancred's head, but also is reluctant to share more than is necessary since it's not his place to divulge these things (and also he himself is not free from the folly of emotional self-isolation).

With Minfilia though, he's open enough that she's never doubted that he cared for and loved her even when he couldn't spend much time with her, and she felt comfortable enough to admonish him when he did his usual self-destructive behaviour (you know, becoming an alchoholic at 17 and All That Entails)

Just. food for thought

#theres a lot of these parallels between ryne & minfilia in regards to their relationship with thancred #like. the way things are so similar yet so *different* from each other #same same but opposite ya know #like how thancred blames himself for warburtons death and by extention minfilia being orphaned even tho it was in no way his fault #vs how he knowingly took ryne away from ran'jit bc he knew that whatever other life shed live would be better than what she had #when minfilia first experienced the echo thancred knew wat it was but didnt tell her (for circle of knowing related reasons)#whereas he told ryne everything he could in regards to her powers and circumstances #he gifted minfilia her dagger for self-defense but never taught her how to fight #but ryne was not only gifted daggers by him but also taught how to properly fight and fend for herself with them #and he trusted minfilia in the main care of f'lhaminn while he took a more secondary support role #but he assigned himself the primary caretaker for ryne while the others (read: urianger) became secondary ones #(granted due to rynes situation he kinda had no other choice at the time)#(but im sure he wouldve taken the same role even if he could theoretically have safely handed her over to someone else)#also just to be clear thancred IS genuinely social and friendly even hw & up #just not as extroverted #he spends a lot of time either by himself or with fellow scions/other close companions #rather than with whatever lady hes trynna impress next #anyway. yet another day of being Completelt Normal about this complicated family situation #thancred waters #ryne waters #minfilia warde #final fantasy #final fantasy 14 #final fantasy xiv #ff14 #ffxiv #xander rambles #xander being insane about ryne

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kayawolfhorse · 8 months

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Shaking esmp!Pearl around she’s the blorbo ever

In life, Pearl is the farmer queen, responsible for much of the server’s food supply. She is quietly powerful in this sense; no one thinks about the farmers in the field but their absence is felt in every rumble of an empty stomach.

She is a warrior, protecting her kingdom with a grin as sharp as her blade. She held her own against a demon with practically limitless power; he had to essentially blind and freeze her to finally kill her. Those who are her allies are grateful for her, those who are not know not to go against her.

Her very lifeblood is intertwined with the fields of wheat and crops she so carefully tended over. When her empire went up in flames, her body, too, burned; the queen and kingdom died alike. Her soul was not lost, and she rose as a saint.

Santa Pearla is a warrior goddess, her name one blacksmiths whisper over their blades and archers ask to land their arrow true. Her spirit can be felt on battlefields and in spars, both in the wild celebration of a win and the courage to get back up, draw your weapon once more, and try again after being knocked down.

She is a goddess of crop, often hailed as the patron goddess of farmers, and by extension all those who work thankless jobs that society would ultimately collapse at the loss of. Sunflowers are often planted at the edges of fields as tribute to Pearl.

She is a goddess of light after death, offering a strong, steady hand to those who need it. She knows when someone has played the game well, and greets soldiers with a warrior’s camaraderie, workers with solidarity, lost children with comfort. She is proud of the fighters and the resolute, admires the preservering glint in a player’s eyes. Strength in many different forms.

Also she’s very silly and a little murderous. And I love her

#thinking about different fanon interpretations of santa pearla #love the balance between life and death. and also how despite it all she’s some crazy lady who likes sparring A Lot #kaya posts #empires smp #pearlescentmoon

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sesamenom · 22 days

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Ar-Pharazon from the Reverse Gondolin AU and as Witch-King of Numenor - thanks to @who-needs-words for helping develop this idea!

#silm #silmarillion #second age #ar pharazon #reverse gondolin au #(well more like the aftermath of gondolin reversal)#this au has consumed my life #on the plus side inspiration for feanor is finally reemerging from under the metaphorical couch so i might get something finwion-y done soo #aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa so much to draw so little time #seriously though golden nazgul is such a cool idea #whatever the mordor equivalent for the angband trio is (sauron pharazon and shelob maybe?) is going to look so cool in black and gold #black/gold black hole shelob!!#and prince elrond is super finwiony looking #also he has his wings & glowiness out a lot more so that'll be fun #but yeah basically in the au Prince Elrond realized via foresight what was happening/going to happen in numenor #so he went there and disowned ar pharazon (by extension removing him from the throne) and crowned tar miriel rightful Ruling Queen #then later when sauron showed up he came back kicked sauron out and outlawed the death cult #but between that time sauron secretly recruited ar pharazon by promising him kingship in exchange for his support #and anyways ar pharazon survived all the way to the TA as the Witch King #(mr. angmar here gets to be second in command of the nazgul sorry)#-imagine this guy showing up to be all 'bagginssss' though #the witch king of numenor is somehow even more dramatic #also the whole 'no living man can kill me' is. a bit different coming from a guy who has many enemies in the form of #a) his cousin the Ruling Queen of Numenor #b) his uncle the choice-of-elves-peredhel #c) a bunch of Faithful in the Halls #the dead guys aren't too much of a problem #but i wonder if he heard that prophecy and worried a whole lot more about the Ruling Queens #or Prince Elrond who in the au has very definitely embraced his maia-ness #and then imagine his surprise hearing 'but no living man am i' and it coming from. a random human lady.

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victoriawaterfield · 2 months

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their storylines are holding hands... do you get it. their storylines are

#they aren't holding hands. in fact they're fighting to the death #but their STORIES.#ashildr & jack. sibling duo. real 2 me.#okay.#doctor who #ashildr #lady me #jack harkness #fixed points in time written by steven moffat ily dearly #their perspectives are too vast... the doctor hates endings but they can't travel with someone without an ending...#the difference is that ashildr is willing 2 call them out

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queen0fm0nsterz · 3 months

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just noticed almost all the "ships" I like are actually just queerplatonic relationships in a trench coat

#carols.txt #* my interpretation of them ofc #cant help but wonder if my own inclination as someone on the aroace spectrum contributes to this #the examples i can think of at the top of my head are zac and sucre from off -- mello and matt from death note -- even tm and the lady #<- they're a much more complicated ordeal in my head tbh but lets put that aside for now💀#purelily from cookie run... strawberry crepe and strawberry from also cookie run... HOLLYTAYA FROM COOKIE RUN #krusie from deltarune too hypothetically im not super big on them but i love the idea of queerplatonic krusie #yk a deltarune ship i LOVE as romantic. kris and berdly #LMAOAISIAOAJSKSJA #thinking back on ut ships i think queerplatonic soriel also should join this bunch #ehhh #considering that i do like romance as a genre in spite of not consuming much of it... might be because of it not being depicted in a way i>#can relate to maybe... mhh...#the exception to this rule is rcg and pfetender im sorry. they are romo and they are peak #/lh #on a different note ... (slamming my cane on the side of the door) queerplatonic low and alone... anybody.... f

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definitelynotbrucewayne · 1 year

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Encountering Ethan Winters (Lady Dimitrescu x FemReader) Angst

Warnings: Gun reference, major character death(s), big sad

Summary: The reader and Lady Dimitrescu are married and have been living a pleasantly domestic life for years. Takes place during the story, specifically, during the Castle Dimitrescu section. —

Alcina had been particularly frustrated lately. A strange man had been seen spotted in the village since Rose took residency here. He was a mere man, how could he cause Alcina such distress? You were sitting on the sofa in your and Alcina’s room when she entered. She looked burdened. “Is there something wrong?” You peered from your book to look at her. “Nothing, dragă.” She gave you a half-hearted smile and sat down beside you with poise. Her hand found its way to you as she ran it through your hair soothingly. “Do you remember that man sighted in the village?” You nodded in confirmation. “He’s found his way here. The girls have him chained to the ceiling in the guest room. I don’t know how to deal with him.” She exhaled in confliction. “He’s here? Isn’t that dangerous?” “We’ll be fine, my love.” She stood up and bent over to kiss your forehead before leaving the room. “I have to attend to our…. unwanted guest. I’ll return later, little one.” Hours later, she burst into the room. An infuriated aura encompassed her even more than before. “Alcina, what’s wrong?” You asked for the second time today. She was distraught and barely responding.

“Y/N,” she began, kneeling to your height. You can tell that it’s bad by her expression. “I’ve underestimated this threat… this man-thing. He’s…. defeated Bela.”

“Defeated? She’s dead?” You whispered as if it were a sin to be heard. You felt the tears welling up in your eyes. Bela was as much your daughter as a your wife’s.

“You can’t stay here; it’s not safe.” She spoke sharply. “I’ll call Donna and let her know that you’ll be staying there until I’m finished purging this scum from our sanctuary.”

“Just me? What are you going to do? You four—You three are just as unsafe as I am.”

“My love, my sweet, little dragă. Today, I’ve lost a daughter: I cannot lose you, too. Cassandra and Daniela have abilities to defend themselves with. You’re not weak, I’m well aware. But I need you to comply and stay safe.”

“You aren’t invincible, though. The dagger, I could take it with me and you’d have the upper hand.”

“Absolutely not. I’m not giving him a reason to go after you.” You nodded your head in understanding and began the walk to Donna and Angie’s house.

Satchel containing a small amount of personal items in hand, you traversed through the snow-covered courtyard. It was serene, but only temporarily. The engraved door leading to the opera hall caught your attention. You might as well head to the library and grab the novel you had planned to start today before your departure.

Entering the vast hall, you were greeted with the horrifying, exasperated wail of Daniela. A pang of fear and uncertainty spread from your heart, to your core, to your legs. He’s here.

You were frozen in your steps as the muted clink of his boots hit the carpeted stairs. Compared to the figures you’re used to seeing in your day-to-day life, he was minuscule. However, in comparison to your own stature, his height was dominating. He made silent eye-contact with you and all dignity eluded you as you cowered to the ground.

“Don’t hurt me, please!” You whimpered feebly. “What are you doing here? Who are you?” He asked, furrowing his brow. “You don’t look like one of them. Are you a captive?”

You remained silent. “My daughter was stolen by these monsters, too. I can help you escape if we work together.” He extended a hand to you, welcoming your cooperation. Still silent, you shook your head violently in rejection. “Fine, stay if you like. But you look like you need protection. I’ll take her down, trust me.”

“What? No, you can’t.” A jolt of courage sent you to grab his dominant arm. Before he could react, the pair of wooden doors opened abruptly behind you.

“You filthy rat!” Alcina exclaimed as she set eyes on the armed man. He quickly turned away from you and ran as she unsheathed her claws. When he had gained distance, he fired two shots from his handgun at her. It’s all for naught, but a firearm being shot at your wife still causes a feeling of perturbation in your stomach.

The man escaped her grasp and she redirected her attention to you. “Y/N,” She exhaled your name in relief, holding the skirt of her dress as she walks over to you. “Are you harmed? How dare that grotesque, filthy man-thing lay a finger on you! I’ll have his head if he even comes near you again.” She studied your features, kneeling to your height once again. Despite your apparent wellness, she was still searching for signs of injury on you.

“Alcina, I don’t want to look, but I think he got Daniela.”

“I know, dragă me, I know. Cassandra, as well.”

You couldn’t stand it. The despair was overwhelming. She held you in the center of the opera hall as you sobbed, your face buried against her neck. “I’ll take care of him, Y/N. I won’t let him get away with this. He can’t.” You had no response to her vow. “I love you.” She whispered.

“I love you too.”

She stood up and placed a warm kiss on your quivering lips before leaving. She left to finish him as he’d finished off your bloodline.

#Wlw #lady dimitrescu x reader #lady Dimitrescu x maiden #lesbian #resident evil x reader #resident evil 8 #lady dimitrescu #lady Dimitrescu x you #Angst #major character death #:(#size difference #ethan winters #donna beneviento #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #castie Dimitrescu #canon divergence

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belpheg0r-luna · 4 months

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David Tennant = Cate Blanchett

You get me? Do you see the vision?

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magniloquent-raven · 7 months

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yo, respectfully, i don't understand why some of yall are so worried about jim and olu kissing other people?

we already got "see, we don't own each other" from lucius & pete in s1, the writers seem comfortable writing not-entirely-monogamous relationships. and like. they both clearly still have feelings for each other, i'm sure they'll be fine my dudes

#jim had every reason to assume they'd never see olu again when they hooked up with archie (that's her name right?)#and olu kind of thought he'd get stabbed if he didn't let zheng kiss him so there's that 💀💀💀#he mightve actually liked her? fr im not sure. but his feelings for jim were definitely stopping him from being 100% cool with what happene #maybe this post will age poorly and they'll end up being platonic besties by the end of the season but i don't think that's where it's goin #personally i really like that they're bffs first and foremost and they're just kinda clumsily figuring the rest of it out as they go #there's chemistry and romance and all that but they're not sure what to do with it and where the boundaries are #also side note crave refers to queen pirate lady as zheng in their episode summaries but when i googled her they always use her full name #in like. articles about the real person and stuff like that #so i don't know if just calling her zheng is. not correct lol. can someone tell me?#as far as im aware chinese names have different rules but i don't know what all of those rules are #ofmd s2 #ofmd spoilers #our flag means death

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king-col · 6 months

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hey uh. so i'm doin a dark urge run and decided to romance minthara and everyone was right this woman is insane and i now have a fuckin carnal need for her

#bg3 minthara #bg3 #minthara #col talks #dude i am so down bad for every woman in this fucking game being a lesbian and playing this is like a fuckin death sentence #do y'all understand how many characters i have just to romance all the ladies????#I HAVE SUNK SO MANY HOURS INTO THIS GAME AND STILL HAVEN'T FINISHED IT CUZ I WANNA GET ALL THE ROMANCES FIRST #on god i just. ughgh im too thirsty for these bitches......#also i know this is WILDLY different from my last post but shhh

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irenespring · 24 days

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As I make progress on my Hilson hs reunion fic (6500 words and counting!), I am also beset by ideas for a House MD School for Good and Evil AU. So far I am leaning towards the second option I previously laid out, where House is sorted into Evil and Wilson is sorted into Good.

Although the option of doing the reverse is interesting, I think exploring how the School for Good (which lures people in with promises of love and acceptance and then turns around and kills its gay students, and forces all students to conform to a perfect, smiling rigidity under pain of death) is actually more evil than the School for Evil (which pretends to torture its students but often encourages them to look outside the norm, and teaches discarded kids to fend for themselves in a world bent on killing them) is more interesting. So while Wilson is driven deeper and deeper into a pit of having to conform and smile unless he dies (representative of some of his canon mental health struggles)--- House comparatively thrives when given attention, guidance, and scary magic. An example of how this works is that House's father was sorted into, and did well in, the School for Good.

This also sets up a possible dramatic payoff where House chooses to give up the School for Evil to help Wilson escape, in order to pursue a life with Wilson as perpetual outsiders (similarly to how he in canon gives up his career for Wilson).

Also I think Student!House and Lady Lesso would be excellent foils for each other, as they are remarkably similar characters in many ways, and would make for interesting kindred spirits. Similarly, Dovey and Student!Wilson could be interesting foils, with Dovey as a repressed probably gay character who chooses to perpetuate systemic violence against queer people, and Wilson as a repressed gay character who chooses to risk his life to survive as he is.

This could be really fun, guys.

#house md #hatecrimes md #fanfiction #gregory house #james wilson #hilson #school for good and evil #lady lesso #clarissa dovey #A big difference between the SGE book and movie is the treatment of queer students #In the book amab and afab people must present as they are assigned and must take a partner of the opposite gender to the mandatory Ball #Anyone who fails to do this basically dies (has their humanity systematically stripped from them)#Especially afab people who are instantly made into magic wolf slaves #I wish I was kidding #So a queer student's options were closet or death for 200 years in book canon #They conveniently left this out in the movie mainly because I'm 98% sure the author only accidentally put it in in the first place #Whereas Evil is like “we don't care what you do as long as you make it a problem for Good”

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nefarious-616-necromancer · 1 year

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#different lady death #vampire #blood #fangs #independent #tumblr milestone #thank you

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galaxywhump · 4 months

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Ending and Beginning

[An Immortal Among Stars Masterlist]

Not really whumpy, takes place after Abandoned.

contents: character death, terminal illnesss, lady whump, immortal whumpee, redeemed whumper.

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“You can leave soon, dear. When I’m gone.”

Karita nodded, staring out the window, her gaze blank, as it had been for the last several years. She flinched when Iris was sent into a coughing fit, which sounded even worse and more strained than the previous ones. Time was running out, Karita’s freedom was drawing near, and yet she didn’t know how she felt about it.

Yes, Iris had tortured her at first, used her as a test subject, a power source, but then… something changed. They were both lonely, and Karita was still in mourning after being betrayed by the people she considered her friends at one point. Iris needed someone to spend time with, and Karita didn’t need anything - and so she stayed, even when she was allowed to leave the tower.

There was something therapeutic about being away from everyone, lost in a new routine, tending to Iris’s small garden, gathering herbs around the island, sitting in the tall grass and looking at the wild sea. In the evenings, curled up in a very old and very comfortable armchair in front of the fireplace, she made use of Iris’s extensive library, and once Iris was no longer able to read on her own, Karita started reading the books to her. She still felt empty, numb, but it was a lighter kind of emptiness, one that brought her relief.

“Karita?”

“Yes?” She looked away from the window, at Iris. The old mage was pale, her eyes had a sickly gleam to them. She was wasting away, but she had made her peace with it long ago.

“I wanted to apologize,” she said, her voice raspy and forced.

“You already have,” Karita reminded her with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes, and she couldn’t remember the last time it did.

“I know,” Iris sighed. “But it doesn’t change the fact that I hurt you.”

“It’s okay. It’s never permanent.”

Iris frowned in concern and shook her head.

“That doesn’t make it right. Immortal or not, you don’t deserve to be in pain.”

It was a simple statement, yet it felt like a punch to the gut. It wasn’t something Karita heard… well, ever. She was always fine, eventually. She always persevered, escaped or outlived her tormentors, and there were no scars to remind her of any of it. She was fine, she could handle pain, and it became inevitable the moment she woke up on the battlefield centuries ago, surrounded by dead bodies, having been one herself mere moments before.

“You poor girl,” Iris said softly, reaching out to her. “You’re crying.”

She was, and she tried to laugh it off, but all it did was force some of the tears out of her eyes. She wiped at her cheek, cleared her throat, and took Iris’s hand.

“It’s okay,” she repeated. “I’m used to it.”

“You shouldn’t be, though. No-one should. I am sorry I contributed to your pain.”

A shaky exhale, even more tears, a suffocating lump in her throat.

“Can we stop talking about it? It’s…” okay. She ended up only shaking her head. “Yes, you hurt me, but you stopped, and you’ve been kind to me ever since. I really appreciate that. It’s been a… more peaceful few years.”

Iris smiled at her and squeezed her hand, and hers felt so frail, so small, as if she wouldn’t be able to gesticulate enough to cast even the simplest spell.

“It was the least I could do. And now the least I can do is give you something I’ve been working on for a while.” She nodded towards the nightstand by her bed. “Open the drawer, dear.”

Karita frowned, but followed the request, not letting go of Iris’s hand. The only thing in the drawer was a bracelet made of small translucent gray beads. She took it out and held it up.

“It’s beautiful,” she said, and Iris laughed, which immediately turned into another bout of coughing.

“It’s not mere jewelry,” she explained once she could speak again, though her breathing remained strained. “It’s imbued with my magic.”

Karita hummed and cupped the bracelet in her palm. With a bit of concentration she could sense the magic coursing within; it was subtle, but undeniable.

“What does it do?”

“It lets you alter your appearance.”

Karita’s eyes widened and snapped to Iris as the implication made her heart skip a beat.

“So I can…?”

“Yes. It’s not a strong spell, sadly. When I tried to make it more powerful, the beads shattered, and I didn’t want the vessel to be anything more obvious than this bracelet. Trust me, I wanted to make it as small as a ring or an earring. Regardless, it should let you create an illusion of aging.” As Karita exhaled shakily, Iris continued. “I remember you telling me that your not aging forces you to move all the time. I hope that with this little trinket you can stay in one place for longer. Make a life for yourself, at least for a few decades. My magic isn’t what it used to be, so the spell won’t work for more than half a day, I believe, but-”

“No, no, it’s wonderful. Really. I… I don’t really know what to say, no-one…” No, she was getting choked up, so she shook her head. She teared up again, and she hated crying, she hated showing weakness, but this was different, she wasn’t weak and didn’t have to act tough, and no-one was going to mock her for crying. Iris smiled at her with sympathy, and gave her hand another gentle squeeze.

“You deserve a good life, Karita,” she said softly. “You really, really do. I hope you can find it when I’m gone.”

“Y-yeah,” Karita choked out, nodding. “Yeah. I’ll try. Thank you, Iris. For everything.”

“You’re welcome, dear. Besides, I should be the one thanking you.”

They stayed like this until Karita stopped crying; then she fetched Iris’s favorite book to read a few chapters to her, looking up from the pages every now and then to make sure Iris was still awake and listening. She continued reading for hours, only taking breaks to drink some water when her throat went dry, until Iris let out a relieved sigh, closed her eyes, and faded.

Karita fell silent, and watched as the mage’s body was engulfed in bright light, which then dispersed, clung to the walls and ran through them in the form of thin veins. The body was gone, but Iris’s life essence had become one with the tower, her beloved home. It would eventually turn back into ruin, just as she had found it, but a part of her would still be here, on the island she’d found solace on.

Sitting on the front steps, Karita looked up at the stars and exhaled. Despite Iris’s death, she felt light. It was a good death after a long life, and she was glad to have helped make the last few years more bearable. But now she was alone, and she had to find a new place, a new life.

She spent a while listening to the rustling of grass and the crashing waves, and for a moment she considered staying here. It was a good place, a place she knew well, isolated enough that she shouldn’t be found for some time. She could continue living in the tower, existing without worrying about anything, but… she would be completely alone, and despite Iris’s repeated claims that people like them were doomed to live a lonely existence, she couldn’t and didn’t want to agree. Besides, the bracelet was proof enough that Iris wanted her to be able to live like a normal person, among others.

She returned to the tower, where she lit the fireplace and spent one last night in the armchair, which felt way less comfortable now, and in the morning she descended the stairs to the basement, where she ignored the tools that were used to torture her once upon a time. She headed for the teleportation device, a circular spot that used to glow with a much brighter, steady light, but now was pulsating weakly.

“It won’t work forever. I put most of my magic into it, so even when I’m gone it should stay active for a few days, but you should act quickly. I don’t want you to be stuck here on your own.”

She didn’t want that either, despite everything.

Where did she want to go, though? She wasn’t sure. She could go anywhere, there weren’t many places she had strong connections to, and she didn’t want to go back to any of them. She was starting anew.

Just take me somewhere safe, with other people, she commanded as she stood on the device, looking around one last time, taking in the familiar walls of the tower. Right before nothingness surrounded her, she looked down at the bracelet on her wrist, and couldn’t help but smile. She had more of a chance than ever before, and she was… excited.

If the spell worked, she could live her new life for several decades, and she was going to make the most of it.

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taglist: @stab-the-son-of-a @poeticagony

#lady whump #immortal whumpee #redeemed whumper #character death #terminal illness tw #terminal illness cw #space whump #fantasy whump #oc: karita #oc: iris #something a bit different #with comfort vibes even #my writing

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ocean-not-found · 4 months

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I dont have enough space in my room for a single altar to Santa Muerte.

So what I decided to do? Put my side cabinet (which has been Her altar for the better part of 3 years) next to my big altar.

I'm a english-Folk Magic practitioner (i do the "magic" of the "cunning folk". I practice the old ways i guess? I don't see it as "magic", i just see it as a fact of life?) i grew up Catholic, taught Buddhism, got into Norse Paganism, Greek Paganism (Hellenism)/Greco-Roman. Got into (P)IE gods.

Im a mix. A whole mix. Like someone picked up a "religion" book n i absorbed every religion!

But Santa Muerte and Mary are just... different. They just are.

They're like sisters to me, which is why i have my altar part to The Goddess (/Mary) next to Holy Death's altar.

She is life- She is Death.

She is the be all and end all, She is everything.

And my Lady Holy Death, my Rose, deserves a whole massive altar just to Her but i cant give Her it!

So for the time being im heavily decorating Her altar (it's separate and not actually conjoined with my big altar)

I love Santa Muerte, my Rose ❤️. Im very devoted to Her. I love Her, i respect Her....She is Death.

She's not like Hades, who rules over the dead- no She Is Death.

This is how I view Her, but yes She has Her own altar, just next to my usual one.i even have skull lights to act as a "Barrier".

I dont honestly think She has a problem with sharing a space/altar- but its my own personal thing. Her... vibe? Energy? Is so strong, i dont like it mixing in with my usual prayers to Our Lady Mary.

I have autism + adhd so i jump a lot in terms of what i pray to on a specific day. But My Rose has always comforted me, regardless of if im praying to Her that day! :)

#i have many different ideas on Gods and how they exist #but Our Lady and Our Lady Holy Death have saved me MANY times. ❤️❤️#saint death #lady death #santa muerte #la santa muerte #our lady #english folk magic #english folk #english folklore #hellenic paganism #religions #ecelectic witch

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