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summertimemusician · 8 months

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Linktober Shadow Day 6

Shadow Beast

The Twilight Princess fan in me really came out on this one huh? I blame the sleep deprivation. We never quite addressed the effects of the Twili Magic on Twilight and how it's only sheer force of will and the fact he's so darn kind, Midna's influence and Time teaching him the Song of Healing first being the main factor in making sure he doesn't fall huh? Even more so than the One Cutscene. We also need to talk more about the fact we technically kill Midna's people and how by the end of it all Twi is so changed by the Twilight Realm who's it's own can of worms that, much like Time he can't quite go home as himself me thinks, as a treat to myself

Mostly Twilight x Reader, this goes out to all of the folks who never quite recovered from Twilight Princess and the fact we never got that sequel (I mean it gave us BOTW and TOTK and Wild, but at what cost?), but can be read as Link x Reader either on the platonic or romantic.

Don't think there's any warning this time but might edit later if needed.

Actually yeah there is one warning

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References to body horror typical to Twilight Princess, though I recommend not reading it I'd you're squeamish period.

Even after so long, you and Twilight could still remember the beauty and solemnity of the Twilight Realm, with it’s zircon skies with clouds of trapped fire and rains of viper obsidian.

The silence of the infection upon the realm of light broken only by the echoes of the howling elegy of the Twili and Interlopers who came before creeping over the land like rot and wither over flowers, the lament of the lost spirits of the people and animals of Hyrule falling over your spirit like a shroud, a shared hymm from two worlds reality had been twisted, only both of it’s princess, one filled the luster of empyreal sorrow in her mind and one with the scorch abyssal fury in her heart knowing to see the reflective tragedy befallen to their people. With Link as the one who restored the memory of what once was in both worlds as divinity and calamity sang in his bones and you a witness to the restoration of harmony to the discordant symphony, the two different songs of light and shadow refusing to let go of either of you in an eternal duet.

(Once touched by magic, it shall never leave the one if holds onto Twilight may have been the one with the Beast in his soul, with the howl of a wolf, the bite of shades in his veins and the lament of innocents taking precedence over anything purely because he learned how to silence the whispers of the one’s who made a grab for heaven’s throat and we’re pushed in the cracks of reality for their prideful vánitas even as he could taste it in the back of his tongue, twining around his ribs and overgrowing into his shattered mirror heart like vines, flowering with the divinity and eternal nature of the Hero’s Spirit, already having the hunt of the Fierce Deity in it’s veins and the remains of cursed divinity welcoming the new aspect merrily so he could bear it. The song of the innocent wrongly punished among the sinners rang into your mind, scratched at your skin and dug it’s claws around your throat, chocking you with sorrow and regret, more willing to leave gouges than to let go of someone’s who’s looked into the reverse side of the sacred realm and wept with grief for it’s people and the curse of it’s beauty.

It would never leave you, Link or Zelda, who learned who love the darkness the way Midna did, madness and unsightly delight and all.)

While the people of Hyrule merely became trapped as observers at best, if they were lucky, Midna’s raging grief and resentment quickly became obvious, once she revealed that rotten Zant had done to her and her people, twisted into a new form, distorted in body and trapped in mind like the animals and beasts of Hyrule, their pain driving them in becoming feral attack hounds for the usurper, their howling screams as much sorrow, wailing in an attempt to let their agonized, tortured souls to escape from it’s mouth, a futile attempt to flee from the strain of reality forgetting their true form in favor of Zant’s twisted design, of being used as sentient canvases for cruelty and ruthlessness, of their will being stepped over in favor of corrupting recreation.

Of how it only didn’t quaff down at Midna’s mind because of the nature of her ephemerality, fully beloved by the Realm of Darkness, of how she loathed him for it and wouldn’t wish her fate of that of her people’s on any living or dead soul, once she came to love the Realm of Light through Zelda’s sacrifice.

Which was why, when you saw three of the victims of the telltale twisting from darkness utilized with the intent to drive one insane, a familiar looking plate of stone engraved on the remains of ashes from their identity, the curling of distorted, solid darkness making crooked mishapen manes, bent out of shape from their too long torso and long, long arms adorned with twitching, deformed claws, you feel very justified in way your blood froze, holding onto Wild’s arms and yanking with all you had so his shot will miss, his yelp of surprise swallowed by the bone cracking, blood curdling screech from one of the beasts as a Skyward Strike grazed it’s petrified flesh.

You feel something warm drip down your ears, taste the promise of violence and the cry of lost souls on the back of your tongue and swallow it down as the memory of the Twilight Realm attempted to bite and crack your ribcage to quaff down your heart, to devour it bones and all, calling out in desperation, “Don’t! That’s a person!”

Sky freezes, as still as a statue, Legend curses the heavens crimson in a way you are so glad Wind isn’t around to hear as he retreats Twilight snarls, the wolf in him revolted and disgusted, you wonder if the Twilight is singing in his mind too as he restrains himself from reaching for the crystal as nails just a tad too sharp invite droplets of blood to one hand, grimm as a graveyard “We need to get them together anyway, felling just one won’t be enough.”

You grimace, releasing Wild, keeping your eye on the Shadow Beasts and another on your group, pointedly not mentioning the twitch in Four, amethyst clouding his gaze and the prism of his eyes turning gray with memories you and Twilight both knew all too well, of the grimace in Time’s otherwise stony countenance, you’d wished to avoid bloodshed of whoever was turned against their will, but you and Twilight both knew that might not be possible, death, unfortunately, might be the greatest mercy you can grant these poor souls.

(The Twilight is harmonizing in your ears, jeering, you feel the Interlopers insanity and the Twili’s lament on your teeth. As lovely as it could be cruel, the merry feeling upon meeting, the sorrow at a parting.

If you ever see the Shadow, you might just try indulging the echo by offering it’s blood as tribute. You'd make it hurt. The fact it learned the spell used to deform reality in such a way was cruel and vile.)

“Legend, how is your magic?” shoots Warriors, analyzing, calculating, it snaps the purple back into Four’s gaze, brings his mind back to focus as he reaches into his inventory for his Moon Pearl, Twilight is circling the beasts with single minded purpose, herding them together and prowling as he would as a wolf, Wild thankfully listened to your warning and had switched from the more destructive Flame and Lightning Arrows to ice ones. It doesn’t contain them for long but it gives a few precious seconds to strategize.

Legend catches on, switching to the Ice Rod on one hand and grasping his own Moon Pearl with the other, Sky has another Skyward Strike ready, but doesn’t release it, you switch from your sword to accepting a Magic Rod tossed at you from Wild, “Good enough.”

You breath in shakily, the symphony of the Twilight Realm has quieted, more lament than anthem as it’s Hero steps back, returning to your side, he nods grimly, “... Then, let’s end this quickly.”

You know your will boys will do their best to heal them, and failing that, you hope that they’ll hear the requiem of the Twili rather than the lament once they’re at peace, that they'll find some form of threnody.

It is a horrible thing, to be forced to die as a beast.

#linked universe x reader #linked universe twilight x reader #We really need to talk more about how the Twilight Realm sticks with Twilight and how it's magic never really leaves him #Heck I also want to know what it was like learning to turn into a wolf on his own. I bet that it was quite the process #friendly reminder that Time Twilight Midna and her people can all shake hands over identity and technical body horror #And how the Twilight Realm also likely has it's form of sentience due to the duality of both people like the Interlopers and the Twili #Something something how the difference between light magic dark magic is more about how willing much each reality changes you #and how Twilight more than anything and anyone who was with him on his journey would embody that fine line #Also the conflict between not wanting to kill the people that remind you of your old friend and the echoes all you have left of her realm #and knowing that their fate is so darn awful that death is a mercy #The reason Reader sees the Twilight as they do is because the dark magic latched onto them via association and Twilight's fondness #Maybe I'll elaborate on that later idk lol #Also the reason Dark Link knows the curse Zant used is both because of his nature and a reference to the TP Manga if you know you know #Hero's Shade mauls Zant in it. It's arguably the best thing in any manga I am begging any people who like Twilight and TP to go read it #summer writes linktober shadow 2023 #summer writes #I could go on an entire essay about the relationship between the Realm of Darkness in each game and the Realm of Light and magic in loz #but I doubt anyone would want to hear about it lol

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likealittleheartbeat · 1 month

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"The mask in a primitive festival is revered and experienced as a veritable apparition of the mythical being that it represents--even though everyone knows that a [human] made the mask and that a [human] is wearing it. The one wearing it, furthermore, is identified with the god during the time of the ritual of which the mask is a part. He does not merely represent the god; he is the god. The literal fact that the apparition is composed of A, a mask, B, its reference to a mythical being, and C, a [human], is dismissed from the mind, and the presentation is allowed to work without correction upon the sentiments of both the beholder and the actor. In other words, there has been a shift of view from the logic of the normal secular sphere, where things are understood to be distinct from one another, to a theatrical or play sphere, where they are accepted for what they are experienced as being..."

Joseph Campbell, Primitive Mythology, "The Lesson of the Mask"

#atla gives so much recognition to this feature of masks and ritual costuming #and we know joseph campbell is factually a reference point for the atla showrunners...#and honestly this is the same experience we get into still within theater acting and roleplay #it involves this acceptance of an otherwise impossible duality of identities of character and performer #I have a whole-ass meta in mind about the use of masks in atla and natsume's book of friends #and the multiple meanings with regards to spirituality and identity and sexuality

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whiskeyswifty · 3 months

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my summer style icons for 2024 in case anyone was wondering

#yes i did purchase a near identical shirt from madewell today #cannot wait to live my hallie parker truth #even though i'm probably more of an annie lbr #the cardigan i'm also buying has HUGE annie vibes so adlskfsdjljfk #the parker twins honestly convey the duality of lesbian style if you think about it #to me at least #my rare personal and non taylor post every two weeks has been fulfilled

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knowlimitations · 30 days

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The Awakening Human Allegory: The Cyclical Patterns We Bind To

The human life cycle, from birth to elderhood, is a microcosm for the journey towards self-awareness, individually, and collectively. At the explosive inception of the cosmos [Big Bang], his seed represents pleasure, generative power, initiation, creation, and order, setting the stage for life's unfolding narrative. Her womb represents creation and serves as a portal of life, receptive, nurturing and expansive, preparing the vessel for a soul, the process embodies the epitome of their shared love and sacrifice [Duality].

In infancy, we are pure, unconditioned souls, entirely dependent on the nurturing love of our caregivers for survival [Government]. We cannot fathom existing separately from our guardians as the ego or self is not yet developed, though gradually, through interaction and experimentation [Evolution/Science], perceptions of the world begin to take shape. In the toddler stage, we enter our path of self-awareness, gaining mobility and setting goals, yet often unaware of the complexities and dangers of the world [Advancing Technology]. Testing boundaries and encountering setbacks are inherent in this phase [War]. Progressing from toddlerhood to childhood, we gain knowledge about our surroundings and develop trust in our intuition. Contemplation of our existence begins [Philosophy], and we learn essential survival and social skills [Diplomacy]. Though heavily reliant on our parental support, we gradually cultivate independence and resilience [Establishments].

Transitioning into adolescence, hormonal changes and our slipping innocence introduces rebellion, as we strive for independence and identity [Revolution]. As adulthood approaches, we grapple with the complexities of self-awareness, navigating the balance between ignorance and enlightenment [Religion/Spirituality]. With sexual maturity comes contemplation of procreation and societal contribution [Population], which echoes our role as members of society, we navigate moral dilemmas [Law] and the pursuit of purpose. We become susceptible to external influences and can take its toll on our self-identity [Idolatry].

In our latest years, we slow down and reflect on our life journey [Meditation]. Profound self-awareness is attained, accompanied by an appreciation for simplicity, wisdom and honoring the inevitable mortality that cycles into eternity [Societal Collapse]. Despite the vessel slowly breaking down, elders hold the key to collective memory and insight, guiding humanity towards greater understanding, compassion and acceptance [Ancestral Wisdom].

Upon reflecting on this allegorical journey, it leads me to ponder my own level of self-awareness. I have come to realize that we possess many levels of awareness across varying dimensions of our experience. As we each navigate our personal voyage of self-awareness, I can’t help but wonder whether we are collectively undergoing a similar process? Our individual progression through self-discovery may offer insight into the broader evolution of our species. After all, as we strive to understand ourselves better, we contribute to the collective growth and development of humanity. So, are we experiencing this awakening on both an individual and collective level simultaneously? It's an exciting contemplation on the interconnectedness of our personal and collective journeys towards expanded consciousness.

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steveyockey · 9 months

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I would like to hear the idle thought

oh this was also about bottoms. this I will share with you in the tags but again you can’t be mad

#I think the use of lesbian identity in the movie is really interesting considering the statements made by emma and rachel about not pinning #down their sexualities to a single label! which of course I respect that they can do that as individuals but as people who WROTE the lesbian #fight club movie I’m like okay and WHY LESBIANS. like can you #say more about that? is it because the world lesbian is funny? I agree! is it because lesbians are more loserly than bisexual women? idk #make a joke about that if that’s the case! I just thought the duality there was very compelling Personally neither in a positive or negative #way just in like a oh of COURSE your sexuality is undefined but these ugly high schoolers are lesbians lol #anon #answers #again! not serious. just like huh! yeah hahahaha 💗

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hehosts · 6 months

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does he want to be ren? or does he want to be yori??

#he's torn between his two lives #his two identities #oh the duality of it all!

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blueheartbookclub · 3 months

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"Duality of Human Nature: A Review of 'The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde' by Robert Louis Stevenson"

Robert Louis Stevenson's "The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde" is a timeless classic that delves into the depths of human psychology, exploring the dualities that exist within each individual. Set against the atmospheric backdrop of Victorian London, Stevenson's novella follows the story of Dr. Henry Jekyll, a respected scientist, and his mysterious alter ego, Mr. Edward Hyde. Through the eyes of Mr. Utterson, Jekyll's friend and lawyer, readers are drawn into a tale of suspense, intrigue, and moral ambiguity that continues to captivate audiences over a century after its initial publication.

At the heart of the novella lies the exploration of the duality of human nature—the eternal struggle between good and evil, virtue and vice. Stevenson masterfully depicts Dr. Jekyll's internal conflict as he grapples with the darker aspects of his personality that are embodied by Mr. Hyde. Through Jekyll's scientific experiments and subsequent transformation into Hyde, Stevenson raises profound questions about the nature of identity, morality, and the consequences of unchecked desires. The novella serves as a cautionary tale, warning readers of the dangers of suppressing one's true self and the potential consequences of yielding to temptation.

One of the most striking aspects of "The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde" is Stevenson's skillful use of atmosphere and setting to create a sense of foreboding and unease. The fog-shrouded streets of London, the dimly lit alleys, and the eerie silence of the city at night serve as the perfect backdrop for the unfolding mystery. Stevenson's vivid descriptions evoke a palpable sense of dread, drawing readers into a world where danger lurks around every corner and the boundaries between reality and nightmare blur.

Moreover, the novella is populated by a cast of memorable characters, each representing different facets of human nature. From the upright and respectable Dr. Jekyll to the sinister and malevolent Mr. Hyde, Stevenson's characters are complex and multidimensional, reflecting the inherent contradictions and complexities of the human psyche. Through their interactions, Stevenson explores themes of morality, guilt, and the consequences of sin, inviting readers to confront their own capacity for darkness and self-deception.

As the plot unfolds, Stevenson masterfully builds suspense, leading readers on a journey of discovery as they uncover the truth behind Dr. Jekyll's transformation into Mr. Hyde. With each revelation, the tension mounts, culminating in a shocking climax that leaves readers breathless and questioning the nature of humanity itself. "The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde" is a masterpiece of psychological horror that continues to resonate with readers today, reminding us of the eternal struggle between light and darkness that exists within us all.

Robert Louis Stevenson's "The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde" is available in Amazon in paperback 10.99$ and hardcover 17.99$ editions.

Number of pages: 97

Language: English

Rating: 10/10

Link of the book!

Review By: King's Cat

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howifeltabouthim · 4 months

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He had confessed to having a good self and a bad self, and she was the same way. All her life she had repressed the dark part of her nature, and it was only with him that she could express it. Otherwise, she was only half a person, and she would have done anything rather than revert to the good, proper girl she had been when she first met him.

Anna Biller, from Bluebeard's Castle

#repressed #dark side #duality #identity #nobody gets me but you #inner life #self expression #relationship dynamics #be myself #relationship #compatible #quotes #lit #words #excerpts #quote #literature #anna biller #bluebeard's castle

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minavenera · 4 months

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KÜNC 4

Mənimdə bəzi sərhədlərim var. Bu sərhədlərin tapdalanması mənim varlığıma,şəxsiyyətimə təcavüzdür. Natiqlərin dediklərinə görə mən həddən artıq dəyər vermə xəstəliyinə qapılmışam. Şeytan bu məsələdən məmnundur. Çünkü mən zahirən bu hissiyatı çölə bəxş etmirəm. Mən zülmət bir qaranlığın içində ki işıq kimiyəm, həm qaranlığın içində var olabiləcək qədər cəsarətli, həm də işıqdan mənə baxanları kor edəbiləcək qədər təhlükəli. mənə yaxınlaşmaq elə də asand deyil. Xəstəliyimdən istifadə edəbilmək üçün birinci mənə yaxın durmalısan. Şeytan deyir ki " Əhsən səni gözəl yetişdirmişəm, sənə qaranlığımdan verdiyim hər damcını gözəl dəyərləndirmisən saçlarına sürtmüsən,bədəninə sürtmüsən,üzünün hər bir zərrəsinə sürtmüsən sənə baxan saniyəsində səndəki o buzluğu o daşlığı görür amma səndən bir o qədərdə iyrənirəm çünkü sən bunu zahirindən daxilinə köçürdəbilməmisən!sənin gözlərin " mən hisslərimin içində əriyirəm, mən alovun özüyəm, mənim daşı belə əridəbiləcək qədər böyük sevgim var qəlbimdə" deyir. Sənə yaxın duran səndəki bu xəstəliyi əlbəttə ki görəcək,sən gözlərindən gizlədəbilmirsən bunu. Heif mənim əziyyətimdən!

Mən şeytanı dinlədikcə özümdən daha da iyrənirəm, özümə nifrət edirəm. Varlığım məni kəmirir. Mələk vəziyyətimə,çarəsizliyimə dözəbilməyib mənim bu təbiətimi olduğu kimi qəbul etdiyini dilə gətirdi. O bilir ki, mən nə qədər əlləşsəmdə məntiqin soyuqluğunu batini vəzziyətimə tətbiq edəbilmirəm. O yenə də əzziyətimi görür və buna baxmayaraq məni elə beləcə də qəbul edir bağrına basır. Amma passiv agresiya hiss edirəm yenə də ondan özümə qarşı. Bilirəm bu aggresiya onun mənə canı yandığından irəli gəlir o istəyir ki mən içimdə ki bu zəifliyi gizləttiyim kimi həm də yox edim, güclü daxilim olsun,hislərin birbirnə kəndir kimi bağlanmadığı,iplərin dolaşmadığı bir daxil. Yenə də əldən heçnə gəlmir. Elə sərhədlərimin tapdalanmasıda ona görə böyük bir xaos yaradır içimdə. Dəyər vermə xəstəliyimin nəticəsində küt bir hevislənmə ağrısı gəlir. Eləcə də o həmin sual yaranır " Dəyərdi?" Mən bunlara layiq deyiliydim heç demə! səndən xəstəliyi göstər deyən olmadı,səndən dəyər tələb edən olmadı sən sadəcə xəstəliyi anlayıb nankorluq virusuna tutulmayanların vicdanına sığındın " bəlkə də dəyərdi" demək üçün. Gəl etiraf edək, sən hələ də xəstəliyə düçar olduğuva inanmırsan. Sən çarəsizcə sübut etməyə çalışırsan ki bu xəstəlik deyil, bu insan olmağın əsas keyfiyyətlərindən biridir. Axı Təbiət konstitusiyasının birinci maddəsi: Hər şey bir-biri üçün yaşayır idi. Bir-birimiz üçün yaşamaq təbiətin qanunudur. Bu, qədim zamanlardan bəri davam edən bir anlayışdır. Tamlığı təsvir edir və mahiyyəti iki cümlədir...

Mən “biz” olanda “mən” oluram.

Sən "sən"sən, çünki mən "mənəm".

Bəs bu nədir ? ay natiqlər mənə açıqlayın, Mən həqiqətən xəstəyəm yoxsa onlar xəstədir? Mən bir onu bilirəm ki, özüm üçün yaşamaq eşiddiyim ən mənasız sözdür. Mən özüm onsuz da yaşayıram ki qarşımdakinə də həyat verim amma elə əli boş qayıdıram. Bəlkə də xəstəliyə tutulan mən yox, cümlə aləmdir ki dəyərli heçnəyin dəyərini görəbiləcək göz yoxdur,onlar yalnız kəpənəkləri qovalamaqla məşquldur daha sonra tuttuğu kəpənəyi əzib, başqa bir kəpənək qovalamaq, bu döngü insan ömrünün axırına kimi belə də davam edir, axmaqlıq heç belə uzun ömürlü olmamışdı. İndi deyin görüm mənə, kimdir xəstə? Əgər mən qarşımdakinin şəxsi keyfiyyətlərini mənə verdiyi,göstərdiyi dəyər əsasında bəlirləyirəmsə, əgər ondan sərhədlərimə,şəxsiyyətimə hörmət tələb edirəmsə, və mənim tələblərim qarşılanırsa, məni niyə başqa bir kəpənək maraqlandırsın? Mən buna baxmayaraq başqa kəpənək arxasıyca qaçıramsa deməli mənim çəkdiyim sərhəd,şəxsiyyətim,varlığım yalandır. Çünkü bunu edən insan özünə inamı olmayan insandır, ona varlığının reallığına inandıracaq tək şey sərhədlərinin tapdalanmasıdır ancaq onda anlayacaq ediləcək bir hörmət,tapdalanabiləcək bir sərhədin olduğuna. Mənim baxçam yalnız tək bir kəpənək üçün yaranıb, elə əkdiyim güllərin iyidə hər kəpənəyin xoşuna gələcək türdən deyil. Natiqlər nə qədər müzakirə etsələrdə,mən o baxçaya istəsəmdə hər kəpənəyi cəlb edəbilməyəcəm bağça yalnız qəlbi açıq,könlü aşıq kəpənəklərə cənnət görünər.

#tantra #tantric #nature #woman #female hysteria #dissociative identity disorder #non duality #books and reading #book of life #krishna #shakti #shiva

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