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ainyan · 2 years
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Monstrous
Her skin was normal, unblemished - rich indigo patterned with obsidian scales and speckled with pinprick freckles that glowed like stars in the sky that had once gazed down upon the Light-torn lands of Norvrandt. To the average eye, she looked the same as she always had - tiny and delicate, a small, slim Au Ra - or Drahn, as they called her people here - dark of skin and scale, with indigo eyes rimmed in glowing lavender.
They did not see what she saw; beneath her skin seethed a morass of blighted Light, monstrous and tainted, gnawing at her soul, shattering it to crystalline shards. They did not see in her the architect of their doom, the reason behind the sudden resurgence of Light in the sky, the dampening of the sunless sea that she herself had brought back, only to steal it away once more.
They did not understand the danger - simply by existing, she had become that which she most abhorred - a villain, a monster. If the Light overtook her, she would become a sin eater. A Lightwarden. No. A Primal of the Light, beyond anything that the men and women of this world had ever beheld. Her power would be on par with the greatest of the primals - Hydaelyn and Zodiark.
They did not know how she had failed them. She had failed in her duty. She had failed to contain the Light. And so the Light still burned beneath her skin, seared across her soul; with every breath she took, the danger grew. At any moment she might turn, become the enemy. Or worse, her Light might start bleeding over, corrupting those around her like a Primal tempers the unprotected. She had to go. Had to leave.
She had to die. And better she kill herself in ridding the First of the Light she bore than turn and force those who once called her friend to slay her instead, risking their own souls and sanity in turn. Worse, there would be no guarantee they or anyone else would have the strength of arms or will to take on the woman who held the Light of five Lightwardens in her battered, shattered soul.
So she would go in silence. In secret. She would beard Emet-Selch in his lair within the Tempest and she would free the Exarch from his clutches, then she would find a way to cast herself into the rift, as G’raha Tia had intended to do. Her friends - her family - would live on to fight the good fight, and she would have fulfilled her ultimate duty in forestalling the Eighth Umbral Calamity. With his plans in tatters and missing one-third of his triumvirate of unsundered, hopefully it would take Emet-Selch long enough to hatch a new plan that her soul would be reborn, and a new Warrior of Light would take up her mantle.
“So, this is where thou art.”
No. No, no, NO!
She didn’t want to turn. If she didn’t see them, then they couldn’t stop her. She would take the amaro, she would fly to the Tempest, and she would see an end to this. She would not risk them - her friends, her family.
She would not risk him.
“Kal’istae.” His voice jolted her; her soul cracked and fizzled beneath the weight of corrupted light and she clutched at her breast, gritting the teeth against the pain. “Kal’istae! Wake up!”
Wake up?
She felt his hands on her shoulders - lean, strong, iron in their grip as they bore down and shook her forcefully. “Wake up! It’s only a nightmare! Gods - she’s like ice. Raha!”
G’raha? But he’s not here - Emet-Selch had stolen him, taken him away. And she could not hate him for it; the Exarch would have died otherwise. But he couldn’t be…
“Ah, Kali, my dear, awaken.” That soft, soothing voice, gentle but with an underlying core of solid adamant. This was wrong! He was not here. A trick - an Ascian trick to prevent her from her duty… Her spine arched, cracking as she fought the restraining hands. “Gods! Thancred, hold her!”
She heard a grunt. “I’m trying! She’s so infernally strong! Kali, godsdamnit, wake up! Gods, what memory is this?”
Warmth flooded her - more aether? More Light! Gods, no - she’ll turn, she’ll turn and they’re too close, too close! “Let go!” she screamed hoarsely. “Let me go before I turn! I will not kill you - I would rather kill myself!”
Hands bore down on her wrists - slender, almost delicate in form, but the steely grip would not be broken no matter how she twisted. “Are you saying this is the Echo? Gods, Kali!”
“Back away.” The voice was commanding, throaty and rich with just a hint of purr to it. She felt the hands at her wrists fall away, but those on her shoulders remained. “Thancred, move.”
There was a grunt as she struggled against his hold. “I can take a little cold water, Shtola. Do it!”
That was the only warning she had. The next moment, her world was frigid and icy, the shock of it driving her out of her dream and back into reality. Her eyes shot open, pupils so pinpointed the whole eye seemed made of indigo and amethyst, and she shrieked as she was torn from uneasy sleep into the waking world.
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idontwikeit · 25 days
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No, no, no… you've got it all wrong… you can't act death. The fact of it is nothing to do with seeing it happen - it's not gasps and blood and falling about - that isn't what makes it death. It's just a man failing to reappear, that's all - now you see him, now you don't that's the only thing that's real: here one minute and gone the next and never coming back - an exit, unobtrusive and unannounced, a disappearance gathering weight as it goes on, until, finally, it is heavy with death.
-Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead
for @annevbonny
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clownpalette · 2 months
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Let's stay here in our perfect world.. Where no one can hurt us<3
I'd be nice if it were real..
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Don't wake up...! STAY WITH ME !!!
WHO REMEMBERS THIS?? It's a redraw of the the 👇👇
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the-good-batch · 1 month
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THE WAY IT KEEPS BEING MILKED BY TBB CREATORS/VIEWERS HOW DARK THE SECOND HALF OF SEASON THREE WILL BE IT CONCERNS ME
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reginaldubel · 9 months
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your honor they should've lived
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fieryskies · 7 months
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Puella Magi Madoka Magica Episode 6: This Just Can't Be Right // Puella Magi Madoka Magica Movie: Rebellion
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vala-dreams · 5 months
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We've all heard of the Danny Phantom corpse au in which he leaves behind a human corpse the first or every time he goes ghost but now let me introduce to you: The Danny Phantom Echo au
It's the opposite of the corpse au where everytime he does the anime girl detransformation he leaves behind a corpse, i.e, an echo of his ghost form. It's not as uhhh real(?) as his actual ghost form. It's not really solid and doesn't really have a mind of it's own and eventually fizzles/fades away on it's own. It just exists, haunting places, hanging around Danny Fenton sometimes, freaking people out as a hobby.
Several echoes can exist at a time if Danny transforms and detransforms several times in a week or so, which is often.
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echolocati0n-art · 10 months
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WE WERE BORN IN THE VALLEY OF THE DEAD AND THE WICKED
happy three years to lmanburgs independence! I redrew this piece I made about two years ago :) I miss these guys
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mappy-land · 2 years
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Star Wars be like “a Jedi, their snarky partner, and a sassy supporting character go on adventures”
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or Star Wars be like “force sensitive child and their exhausted guardian(s) go on adventures”
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and I eat that shit up every time.
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daffodils4echo · 3 months
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So lately I could not stop thinking about what will happen to Echo in tbb season 3 right. And until now my worst fear was that "oh he might die, probably on Hoth or something and the Echo base is named after him and whatnot" BUT. I SHIT YOU NOT. I just woke up from the craziest nightmare.
That was basically Echo laying dead (great start) in Rex's arms and he puts his hand (thats somehow covered in blood) on Echos chest as he mourns him, his bloody hand leaving a stain on Echo's armor. As he lifts his hand away there he has his signature Rex hand print on his chest again.
I woke up in a cold sweat.
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owlhousetarot · 1 year
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The Tower: King Falling From His Tower
Upright: Sudden change, disaster, upheaval, revelation, destruction, chaos, trauma, loss
Reversed: averting disaster, delaying the inevitable, fear of change
The Tower represents a moment of great upheaval, where your entire worldview crumbles in the face of tragedy or an unwelcome realization. The foundations of your life have proven unstable, and everything you’ve built yourself up with comes crashing down. For King, this moment comes in Echoes of the Past when he realizes his status as the King of Demons—something he’s based his entire personality around his whole life—has never been more than a fantasy; one that everyone around him encouraged and enabled despite never believing it themselves. This revelation and his feelings of betrayal rock him to his core, sending him spiraling into a combination panic attack/identity crisis. Luckily, Luz and Eda are there to catch him when he falls, apologizing for their part in hurting him and setting him on the path to building a more solid foundation for himself—a truer King, one that values others not as potential subjects, but as friends and equals.
The Tower’s meanings also apply to events that the murals in this episode depict: the near-extinction of the Titans at the hands of the Titan trappers and Collectors. The Archivists’ attack was an undeniable tragedy; destructive, chaotic, and traumatic. In hiding King’s egg in this tower and (unjustly, but understandably) trapping the Collector, King’s father attempted to avert the total annihilation of his species—though by that point, the damage had been done and inevitably the Collector was freed and met King anyway.
< Previous Card: The Devil
> Next Card: The Star
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khalisahmy · 8 months
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#sansxyouweek2023
Day 1: Fallen King
It's the day that he wins the sexy tumblr man. How excited and grateful I am to see him won 1st place.
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I'm very self-conscious about joining this, but here's day one, a simple start.
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Bonus:
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-> Day 2
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the-aussie-knight · 7 months
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Playboy Playmate: January 1993
Name: Echo Johnson
Born: 11th of January 1974
Measurements: 36B-23-33
Fact: Sixth of the Playboy Playmate Dream Teens. Seven of whom posed at the ages of 18 or 19, during the early 1990’s.
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clownpalette · 3 months
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I had to draw them. I just had to. 💀💀
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Wow it turned out pretty nice! 😮 look at them! 💞
Reblog pwetty pwease? 👉👈💞
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fieryskies · 7 months
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Puella Magi Madoka Magica // This Is How You Lose The Time War
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help-im-a-gay-fish · 10 months
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Past the point of no return....
...who deserves this?
The final threshold.
His life is now a prize that you must earn.
Angel of Music...
You've passed the point of no return ...
Yes, I'm back again with this cross-overrrr. I have still been spending my time listening to the soundtrack, and my current favourite has to be Down once more / Finale I have been obsessed with listening to the entire 15-minute segment on repeat.
Im going to tag @zu-is-here for more phantom content, but also because this was also inspired by the composition of this piece by zu!!
My favourite part of it, as you can see, is the reprise of Past the point of no return. The Phantom's cruel blackmail, Christine calling out for her angel and Raoul practically begging her to sacrifice him to save herself. It's so incredible, and I would recommend listening to it if you haven'ttttt. This is my favourite version!!
Original cross jakei95
Original Dream and Nightmare by jokublog
More of the cross-over hereeeeee
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