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"Roman—having convinced himself that the funeral would be his moment to dazzle the world with the brilliance of Logan Roy’s youngest son—collapses at the pulpit like so many delusions of “pre-grieving.”
#succession#succession hbo#succession season four#roman roy#kieran culkin#successionedit#myedit#FALL FROM GRACE#from skyscraper to city street :(((((((((((((((#i dont like where this is going ///// i cannot see
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some old Torment doodles. mostly annah
#annah of the shadows#fall from grace#morte#planescape torment#soego was my deep cut fave i loved the entire dead nations sideplot so much
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Feanorian fall from grace
What if the Valar favoured the feanorians? Wouldn't that make the Darkening and all the Kinslaying even more tragic?
I say yes, so let's dive into it.
So obviously, we start with the easiest Feanorians.
Feanor, Curufin, Nerdanel (yes I'm counting her in, no I will not be answering questions as to why) and Celebrimbor (yes, he also counts, yes he is the cinnamon roll of the family, no that does not make him any less of a chaos agent and mischief maker).
So they, of course, were favoured by Aule. Don't ask me, why (it should be obvious), when nor in what way.
Maybe he guided their hands when they worked, helping them along. I don't know. I'm a writer, and I honestly can't say what smiths, jewelry makers nor sculptors do (that's a lie, it's literaly my thing to say/write something in a way people think I know what I'm doing.)
Second - Maedhros or then Maitimo Nelyafinwe (yes, I'm puting his mother name first, no I will not explain myself).
I feel like he would be favoured by Nienna, or Manwe, or both of them.
It's a hunch. Nothing more. I just like it.
Also maybe, a strong maybe, Este. Because Maitimo is the healer and peace maker of the family. He cares for others and their well being.
Celegrom and Ambarussua are favoured by Orome. They hunt, they love to do it, they care about nature and the hunt and nature cares and loves them. That's the story. Orome is pulled in by the fire of Feanorions and it stays like this (even the kinslaying couldn't fully break the connection)
Caranthir. I headcannon thet he sewed, like Miriel. And thus, Vaire. They are cool with each other. And both like history. I have no idea what is really happening and I'm okey with that. For more detailes go to them. I, however, take no responsibility about what you may find there. (a tea party, and cookies)
And finally Maglor. Here I had a problem bc I had so many ideas and at the same time, none. So heres a list of Valar whom I considered and a little bit of why:
Ulmo - for rather obvious reasons, like you know, wandering the shores, singing to the sea and all that.
Irmo - I know, I know, not something you might expect but.. who is Maglor if not a dreamer at heart? All articians are.. And Maglor can wave his dreams into reality of others minds with his song. So Irmo it is.
Varda - and, here even I paused. Because I have absolutely no idea where it came from. And then I started to consider it and here we are. I think Maglor loves the stars, and Varda likes his voice so here we are, once again. (I will not be answering questions on this one.)
Nessa - I have absolutely no idea. It just feels right and so it shall have a place on this list.
So.. yeah. I know Feanorians and Valar usually don't mix, but the fall from grace would be.. great (not great great but Great).
I will maybe write a follow up blog on this about said fall from grace. I might not. I don't know, we will see if motivation strikes me anytime soon.
#silmarillion#tolkien#lotr#maglor#maedhros#feanor#the silmarillion#valar#feanorians#curufin#caranthir#celegorm#celebrimbor#ambarussa#nerdanel#the valar are determined to seem in control#valar and feanorians#fall from grace#blessed feanorians#at least for a time#favoured feanorians#never thought I will write that#remember#english is not my first language#I have dyslexia#dyslexia
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#fanart#my art#planescape torment#planescape#baldurs gate shadowheart#bg3 fanart#baldurs gate fanart#baldur's gate 3#karlach#fall from grace#ignus#bg3
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Welcome back for another instalment of DTS BREAKDOWN!
Please don’t read below if you don’t want spoilers!
S6E2 (FALL FROM GRACE)
-It’s become a necessity that we get Christian Horner at Home in Oxfordshire with special guest SANTA CLAUS
-Who’s first place in your heart? Christian response Daniel Ricciardo (same girl, same)
-We love a Daniel montage and so does DTS
-Daddy Horner to the rescue (and the sly AT pitstop ohh I wonder what that could possibly mean? 😂)
-Danny in Red Bull is prime material
-Fall From Grace I see what you did there DTS (well played with mama Ricciardo’s name feature, well played)
-Ohh Nyck your first and (not even a whole year) your last
-Not Nyck watching a how to shoot video on YouTube before going to Red Bulls charity event (did you do that with an F1 car too? Because you watched a dud. Sorry not sorry 🤷🏻♀️)
-Of course Daniel stands there and acts like he’s the target getting shoot at and then flailing with the English language (I too do that too often)
-Nyck saying he doesn’t like aggression but harmony (you do know what manufacturer you’re working with?)
-Using Danny as a PR whore (I would like to book him in please)
-Daniel jokingly saying he prepares all of Checo’s and Max’s meals (didn’t Checo get food poisoning at one point? 😂)
-Please fuck off Danica
-Yuki ‘but anyway, I’ll beat him’ and smash Nyck you did honey
-Nyck in an interview: ‘The potential was there, um but uh we just didn’t quite get it together, it is the way it is, and, uh, we’ll move on’ (couldn’t have put your F1 career in a nutshell any better)
-Why am I watching Nyck clean he’s apartment fucking sliding doors?
-Nyck saying not my style as he points to a Lamborghini as he drives basically a tok tok (I’m sorry please tell me again why you want to drive in F1?)
-OMG HE DROVE THE TOK TOK TO PLAY LAWN BALLS (you clearly like the slow life just call it a fucking day)
-Max on a boat in Monaco SIMPLY LOVELY
-Not DTS interviewing Alex and Pierre about Red Bull having no mercy 😂
-Christian asking Daniel at Monaco if anyone’s held talks with him yet (Mate we all know your chatting shit and have him locked in already 😂)
-Adrian sitting next to Nyck on the boat thinking mate you’ll never drive my beast you are unworthy
-Nyck at Monaco: how do you not know where the switch is?
-Hey Daniel, it’s Christian!! AHHHHHHHH ITS HAPPENNING AHHHHHHHH
-TYRE TEST, TYRE TEST WOOT WOOT AND BLAKEY BOY
-Not Daniel saying the suits still fits but it’s tight (honey have you seen the 🍑 you got growing back there?)
-Things you love to here (Simon Rennie on the radio)
-They got Daniel’s first lap spin 😂
-The fucking smile on Blake’s face when Christian comes over and says ‘are you and your cohort available’ (Blakey boy poker face buddy poker face) 😂
-Ohh I’m crying Danny got the good news and he’s all quiet and shy (you know he’s overwhelmed) and so am I
#f1#it’s the Danny Ric show#fall from grace#DTS BREAKDOWN#I applaud you DTS for your play on words#the alpha male could have been a sick episode name just saying#everyone’s favourite friend Blake friend#formula 1#formula one#daniel ricciardo#dr3#danny ric#red bull racing#dts s6#DTS S6E2#sorry Nyck#Christian Horner#scuderia alphatauri#the alpha male#blake friend#eating crumbs#drive to survive#the drive to survive king
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“Introduce myself? Ah... I am Forneus Perezia of Thabes.”
“I am an archivist, currently working for the Senate. Um. I consider myself a scholar, and I enjoy reading through ancient texts, as well as deciphering spells...”
“M-more about me?”
“...I did wish to oversee my own library one day, but the Archives are already fascinating enough for me... Huh? Th-the tattoo on my back? My eyes...?
“Oh, an alchemist colleague of mine needed a volunteer for an experiment regarding dragon blood. It was endorsed by the Senate, and I was the only one available... I think the study was something about the effects of dragon blood injections into humans...? So, now I have enhanced sight and faster reflexes, along with a few other things...
“The process was painful, which my tattoo-- my seal rather, suppressed. It was also designed by my colleague. His name is Astaroth Hesteri.”
“Am I interested in alchemy...? Well, a little, I suppose. I’m currently the scribe for Hesteri’s projects, so I’ve picked up a few terms and all... but I doubt I could ever be an alchemist myself. I’m quite content where I am.”
#forneus#forneus almadel perezia#oc#fire emblem#fire emblem oc#fe13#fe15#fire emblem awakening#fire emblem shadows of valentia#grima#thabes#neosketches#if people can romanticize and headcanon the hell out of the fell dragon#i think i can do the same to his creator#and nobody can stop me#fall from grace#thabes au
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Teacher's Pet part 13
Synopsis: After exams, the two meet up. Is it a simple meeting? Or does it develop the game further...
A/n: smut, domestics and more, and oohh look the Doctor falls even darker down. And look at me, 3 fics in a week. We're so back baby. Thanks to you all. Now I go deal with my migraine!
As he stargazed on his walk home, the Doctor had a lot to assess. As far as little tests went, this was a success. Missy’s presence and nature was a good metric for physical responses to real danger. His little fawn passed with flying colors!
Her mind surged with chemicals in a way that was palpable. Her body flooded itself with just enough hormones to shrink itself to deferment. Her heart raced like a small prey animal being hunted for sport. It was a good sign.
He felt insane. What had he come to? Was this his plan to groom a companion he held in his past, before Rose? Or was this a new game for him to play?
He felt high. Was this how Missy always felt in her amoral schemes? No wonder she always pulling these acts…
It felt wonderful, in a sick way.
How much could he push this all and stay the Doctor?
He felt like he needed to go join her for that night cap she mentioned. Not that he could particularly get drunk of whatever liquor he would consume, but off her mere presence!
Anything physical would just be an added benefit…
He did go into her mind, she was planning on telling him about her profession. She just didn’t know the correct way. Or that he already knew. Her mind was a fascinating place to rest in.
He was going to hold her to his promise of not letting any boogie-men come for her, or chance at changing this body. Or take her off planet. He respected her for not wanting to risk her young-ish life.
He felt it on an egotistical level.
He reflected on those past companion he did take to bed. There had to be a common thread between them! What pushed a person from ‘traveling companion-familial bond’ to ‘romance and sensuality’? What traits was he drawn to? It had to be some link across regeneration.
He further anthologized and went to pathological levels.
He couldn’t find a true common thread.
This all drove him insane.
He looked to the stars. He could name all of them, and when he saved them and their planets. He could see everything so clearly.
Except this pattern.
Part of him wondered if past incarnations of Missy were correct…he had been spending too much time amongst the human race. He was acting and living and rewarding himself like one.
A God Walking With Apes.
He deserve to be punished as much as rewarded. He knew that much.
But alas, he was taking his reward. And his rest. Sweetly.
The Doctor was owed that much.
He went back to his office and busied himself with the starts of exams. He infinitely preferred the paper exam. Kept students more honest. Kept them more creative.
Oh, sweet irony.
Soon the days of exams came. And he promised (y/n) after a drink. At hers. They’d not seen much of each other with all the fuss and confusion of the time.
It was all arranged.
The wolf to devour the fawn. Again.
And he would.
He met her at the front door of her flat, with a bundle of flowers. And a note scrawled, ‘You survived.’ She took them and inhaled. Her smile widened. There was something hiding in it. Something that he’d like to uncover very much.
Despite the dedication he’d put into knowing her mind, the specialties of her neurology left him often scrambling for control. Maybe the human race in some swathes of the population developed a small evolutionary protection against higher beings with advanced psychic abilities, but of course viewed it as disability.
She welcomed him to her flat. It was a bit cramped, and recently looked like it had be purged and deep cleansed. She was obviously trying to make the best impression.
She took his coat and laid it on her chair as she ushered him to her small corner of kitchen.
As she went to the cupboard to get some glasses, she pointed to her fridge.
“I have wine, tea, vodka, arak, rum. A bit of Jameson left. I’m not an alcoholic, I swear.” She stopped listing.
“I’ll take the Jameson.” He figured the whiskey would be a good choice. Matched his current body.
“Yeah, cool.” She got a wine glass out and an Ikea tumbler from her cupboards. After she poured the wine and got out the Jameson.
“Neat or on the rocks?” She called over.
“Neat.”
“Cool, cool.” She replied, echoing the previous reply…
She also got a vase and poured in some water and jammed the flowers in. It was placed on the table.
“Thanks!” She smiled.
She took a large sip of her nearly-full glass.
“Okay, so, first things first. I’m sorry…yeah. I am…uh…a sex worker. I work in the local brothel. I get tested every three weeks. I’m clean. Yeah, no needs to worry for you. If you can or can’t get diseases. I don’t know.” She confessed and looked down, rubbing the stem of her glass with her thumb and index finger.
“Next, I think…I’m actually in love with you?” She said. “I’m not going to quit the job yet. I need money, and…things are getting so pricey these days…it’s easy-ish money. It allows me flexibility for school. Yeah.” She nodded her head some more. Unable to make eye-contact.
“Lastly, I’m fine with the everything.” She flapped a hand out and pointed broadly. “Yeah, I never thought life…would go this way…aliens are real. I’m with one romantically. And I can work on the incredulity bit. I’m very flexible…yeah…” She nodded her head.
Now this was interesting! A declaration of love and her baring her soul.
He already knew, but opted out of telling her. It would clash with his byline.
Honesty created more secrets…
He cradled her hand in his. “It’s all well and good. We all have our lives. I travel in space and time, tinkering. You, escorting.”
She flushed deeply, he could feel her pulse racing through his hand.
Her face went through an array of emotions before settling on confusion and hope.
Very good.
“I was so worried, what with the stigma, especially after Missy and you talked about your species.” Her other hand curled onto her chest over her heart. “Google isn’t exactly awash with…you know…advice. And I don’t have particularly a group of girlfriends to ask anymore….mnnn.” She smacked her lips together and bit a small piece of dry, scabbed over skin off. It let out the smallest price of blood.
“I’ve put you in an impossible situation.”
She pursed her lips together and sucked in a bit of air. “Yes, you have.” She ended it with a small laugh.
“Just don’t get me killed like the others…” She pleaded in a serious tone.
“Yes, I’ll try.”
She smiled.
“Any plans for the summer?” She did a one shouldered-shrug.
“Probably London for UNIT. Get Nardole to guard the mad lady. I was thinking of taking my TARDIS. But she has a mind of her own. She might drag me off planet…if you want, when you want. I’ll call a car. I’ll hold myself to that promise for you.” He levied.
“Yeah, I’d like that. I miss Petronella.” She blinked.
“Don’t…not go off planet for me. I’ll be good here. Just work and all. Preparing for next term…” She smiled and offered the metaphorical olive branch. “You are from there.” She pointed skyward. “It’d be cruel of me to tie you down.”
“I’m semi-retired.” He reassured her. Then he shifted the frame. “And you? What about you? You deserve a bit of a trip. Where could you go off. The kids love Ibiza! I could use some of that useless money I’ve been-“ He was cut off.
“No, don’t. That makes things between us…tricky. Trickier than now.” She took her free hand and placed it on top of the hand that kept her other hand clasped. “You’re my boyfriend. Question mark. Not my sugar daddy. I’d get a sugar daddy if I wanted one.”
“I have no doubt.”
“Yeah.” The singular word came out of her mouth with an air of authority and behest. Her brows shot up, upper lip on a curve.
“Are you going to the big end-of-terms party that the student union is hosting?” The Doctor probed. “I’ve been asked to play guitar!”
“No, I got to work. I didn’t take that shift week before last. I’m…behind on my finances. I’ve taken up a longer shift next week.” She untangled their hands and pointed at a cork board across the way over her desk. “Bills don’t stop because my boyfriend takes me to London.” She scratched her brow with her ring finger.
“That dress and those shoes were…out of budget.” She rested her chin on her now propped-up palms.
She was always in motion even when she wasn’t.
He felt that on a deeper level.
How alike they has been in regards to that! Maybe it was fate. Maybe it was the universe giving him a gift as his reward for countless times saved.
He felt himself believe.
“I do want to hear you play guitar.” She postured and let out a little hitched huff of air.
“Want me to whip up something? Do you want to go out? I can order takeaway too. I should have planned this drink better.” She took a large sip of her wine. “I’m sorry, I’m not used to…entertaining people at home.”
Her eyes got very large, “I think outside of the landlady once, this is the first time anyone’s been here besides me since I moved in…wow.” She fluttered her lashes in a quick, palpable realization.
“I have an air fryer!” She bragged. “Horrible noises, but it makes good food.” She enticed.
“I once made a silent pen for Ibn Rushd. He hated the noise of all writing tools he had. Your air fryer should be a piece of cake!” He got up and started towards it.
“Wait until dinners done.” She said opening up some frozen bags and dumping them in.
She also got out a cast-iron skillet, and began making something in there, delicate chopping and spicing.
“Hey, could you like…heat up the pitas, they’re in the bread box. I usually just toss them in the oven for 5 minutes both sides.”
The Doctor did one better. He used a heating system he pulled from his jacket.
“I can help serve.” He offered.
“Plates are…there.” She pointed as she pulled out the air fryer drawer and tossed it in the pan.
He set the perfect table, all arranged around the flowers he gave her.
He had repeatedly told many before her that he didn’t do domestic. Alas, he was here playing house, assisting in the dinner. Setting the table…
She unceremoniously dumped out.
“I’m no chef. But it’ll taste good. And sustain life.”
“All that matters!” He grinned up at her.
It was a great meal, the Doctor mused. Very good measure of spices and ingredients.
Clean up was her (also unceremoniously…) dumping them in the sink.
“So, dear Professor Doctor. How else will we celebrate.” She sat down in a comfy, squashed chair and tapped beside her on the small chair that faced her. He followed.
“Well, ideas!” He swirled his hands around.
“Ideas.” He mused.
A very human idea came.
He sprung up and kissed her on her neck. He grasped her waist and started to drag her against the side of the chair.
“A good idea?” He pulled back.
“Doctor’s orders.” She quipped as her heart accelerated and she looked at him, her (insert your eye color here, dear reader.) shining with eagerness.
She started trying to rip off his clothes. Kissing his nose and trying to motion both of them to the bed at the other side of the flat.
The mess of limbs found themselves there as they removed clothes and shifted over to the bed.
The tactile nature of this was how he learned that this was the first time she’d had anyone in this particular bed. This was special. It was her sacred space. Her safe place to sleep.
This felt delicious and perverted. He was furthering this all. However, this choice was all her idea. No interference on his part.
She’d chosen him…
She laid herself down for him. She was propped on her elbows and leaned her torso such. Her mind was racing.
He jumped onto the bed. She jumped up.
“Wait.” She went to a bag and got a bottle of lube out. She jumped back on the bed. She squeezed some out onto his shaft and massaged it down to base. She place a small bit in the palm of her hand and slicked it in her folds. She slid back under him and banged the bottle onto her bedside table. Amongst the clutter and the giant water bottle.
“I’m ready, fuck me.” She begged. “Fuck me, please.”
He entered her. His tip surged and reached her cervix. Kissing her forehead as he did the first big thrust, he grasped at her wrists and palms.
She slid herself further down, allowing him to get a better angle. Letting him go deeper. Further. Harder. She moved her arms to a place he could grasp them better.
“Such a good pet.” He grunted. “You’re so good to me, my fawn.” He praised. She wrapped her legs around his ass and thighs as response.
“Th-th-thank you.” She let out.
He hid his smile in a kiss in her hair. He snuck his face down and grazed her jaw with his teeth as he continued to give her firm, hard, quick thrusts. Their stomachs brushing against each other, he gave her breast a grab and teased her nipple with tongue and teeth.
She let out a moan and curled her lips over her tongue and her eyes reactively shut tightly. After a few moments her eyes fluttered open, lashes brushed against lids.
She used her now-free hands and grabbed his face and the waves of his hair. She brought her face up and kissed his face and bit his neck. Suckling gently before making her way back up. She placed one final kiss and let herself go limp and him to take over.
And that he did!
He arched his back down as her eyes rolled back into her skull. The pace picked up and her arms found themselves naturally above her head.
He took the opportunity to bind them in his hands and wrapped his pinkies around her bed frame to keep them both steady.
He felt his cock being worked by the muscles of her walls. Her stomach arched up and over as she worked him with her delicate, well-toned pelvic muscles.
“I’m asking your permission.” The Doctor found himself saying, not entirely of his own volition. “May I fuck you harder? Show you what this old body can do…as an alien?”
She nodded her head and swallowed. She looked a tad unsure and confused. “Sure. Yeah?” He was trying so hard to not enter her mind. Just let her be for once. Enjoy the moment unbridled. But this opportunity was too good not to take…
He saw the verbal cue pool out of her mouth and he entered her mind, flooding it with an overproduction of those precious chemicals: dopamine, oxytocin, adrenalin, endorphins. The entire lot of them…
He kicked his body into high gear. Playing her body with his cock and lips. Brushing, kissing, biting, claiming. He kept her wrists in the manacles that was his hands.
Fucking her so deeply and making her now somewhat-dependent on him.
How could she not become dependent on him now? She was radiating these precious hormones and chemicals that pudding-brained apes needed.
His little fawn, safe by his side. Now his for all eternity. Even if she would never by any volunteer-ship leave Earth. Or risk her life.
Good!
Perfect. More than perfect. This one will never die by his blooded hands.
He could continue moments like these until her heart stopped.
More than good! Perfect!
She was quickly cumming underneath him, her legs still wrapped around him. Her breathing was becoming very shallow and her moans had turned to grunts and groans. Like the animal she was, in rut. Maddened by hormones and thrashing to get him deeper in.
And how could he not be obliged?
He let her have it and when he finally came she started crying.
He felt a stab of regret. Did he go too far?
The Doctor let go of her hands and she immediately grasped in for a hug as he pulled his now-flacid cock out of her cunt.
“No need to cry…” He smiled, kissing her hair. “You did so good for me.” He repeated that line a few times until she became more lucid and he retreated from her mind.
“What was that?” She asked in earnest.
He lied, “I kicked my body into high gear. Like a rabbit wand. Only better.” He would never come clean about his mind games. Not now, especially now…
“I’ve been going easy on you. You’re so…breakable.” He ruffled her hair. “The whole lot of you.” He clarified. “I could go harder, but I won’t. I know the limits.”
He did. And yet he was crossing them even more.
He once asked Clara if he was a good man. He felt like he was at one point, even an excellent man. But now, not so much.
But did it matter?
His little fawn was soaked in sweat and radiant in her hormonal flush. Glowing from her fresh fuck.
Or did they make love? He wondered.
Was it love? Obsession? Or both?
Maybe it was both, on both accounts. From both ways.
He laid his naked body next to hers and she instinctively folded herself into his arms. She grabbed his arms in return and started tracing little patterns on the Doctor’s arms.
She let out a small hiccup.
“Obviously, we can’t do that all the time. But it was great. Yeah?” She concluded.
“Anything you want…” He murmured into the crook of her neck. He planted a small breathy kiss on it.
She drifted off to sleep, still grasping him in their cuddle.
Perfect is as perfect does.
And the Doctor felt he did perfect.
#personal#doctor who#12th doctor#12th doctor x reader#12th doctor x you#you x 12th doctor#reader x 12th doctor#self insert#self indulgent#fall from grace#but make it good#me need a lobo#doctor who fanfiction#peter capaldi
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Article From 2022.
just to remind folks about putting showrunners on a pedestal.
Joss Whedon was a god back in the day. Buffy, angel, and Firefly, Serenity, as well as his amazing work on various superhero franchises when they also ruled the world.
we thought he was a “male feminist” who cared about women’s issues and LGBTQIA representation. It certainly was reflected in his work.
but that was on camera. Behind the scenes it was a whole different story.
his downfall was deep. He lost so many fans, and we moved on. He also lost his status in Hollywood and in the profession. He can sit on his piles of money, and I’m betting he’ll make a comeback eventually.
moral of the story: showrunners may be good at many things. But they all have feet of clay. They’re only human, and we don’t see the BTS while they’re collecting their praises.
the deep disappointment I feel at Izzy’s bizarre and ill timed, tone deaf death brings home to me how expectations can be dashed,
it’s supposed to be a frickin COMEDY, at least that’s how it was sold to us. (Would max give them a bigger budget if they told them it was a drama with comedic elements? Which is what it often turns out to be.).
not saying David or Taika or any of the higher ups on OFMD will turn out to be a Joss Whedon. Just saying what we see on the surface isn’t what’s really going on.
so, just to manage expectations and bring some sad reality into our fun.
I don’t expect a 3rd season. Max seems to be all about sabotaging the show. I’ve lived through this many times. The marketing is a hot mess. The long time before announcement was weird. Using the fisherman scene as a teaser isn’t exactly a sell point for general audiences.
As good at most of OFMD is, I can’t help but feel seriously let down by a bummer ending. It’s a GREAT show marred by that glaring misstep.
#ofmd#our flag means death#ofmd s2 spoilers#ofmd s2#disappointed#showrunners#the izcourse#izzy#izzy hands#David Jenkins#ofmd season 2#joss whedon#fall from grace
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sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. do you see my vision though.
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(Ao3 heads-up: all my works are only shown to registered users)
Once upon a time, I wrote a really short story about pitfalls and downfalls of the one and the collective. In truth I'd had a brief spark of inspiration about a time-travelling plot twist.
Teenager me was very proud of this short piece of very amateur literature, because I thought being extremely vague about the gender of the space tyrant was incredibly progressive and not at all a manifestation of my own oblivious and not unique agender ass.
My go-to idea for publication was self-publishing, so a few months ago I had decided to test it out with a novelette titled Inferno. Well, self-publishing is darn hard, and I've had enough of testing, so Inferno has been retired and is not only free in full on Ao3 and Wattpad, but I've changed its title into Legacy of Mayhem and several paragraphs while I was at it.
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[Interesting tags: Science Fiction & Magic, Self Fulfilling Prophecy, Time Travel, Fall From Grace, Reluctant Allies To Dysfunctional Friends, Angst, Gen, First Person POV]
Star-children aren’t an oddity, but Ember, volatile like fire, born of death and new light, sure is–a very troublesome, talkative one, who has been kidnapped (twice) by a very miffed warrior, survivor of an apocalypse yet to come.
Duly named Miff, said warrior has the mission of challenging Time itself and its rule over History. After a first merciful, failed attempt he must find another way to avoid the rise of a tyrant to lunacy.
To avoid Mayhem.
Two stubborn people on the run from governments and monsters, from the past that becomes the future, with the task of saving the universe twice–once each. If they don’t drive each other crazy first.
Focusing on the interactions between Ember and Miff and their conversations, this work's purpose is to explore how the burden of society’s greed and expectations brings about the downfall of the individual and of itself.
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The Fallen Angel by Alexandre Cabanel // “Fall From Grace” by Stevie Nicks
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Paloma Faith - Better Than This, my art
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I love when a company gets to the top of a blossoming industry and then just stops and falls from grace. Like, Yahoo, Nissan, AOL, RCA. They had the world in their hands, and they just let it go, and fell on their faces.
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here's a headcanon that materialzied after realizing that Fall-From-Grace's official alignment doesn't make much sense in light of her characterization; FFG isn't actually Lawful Neutral at all and she's actually Lawful Good, but due to her nature as a demon and fighting uphill against literally being MADE of pure evilness and chaos, despite having spent a while as a genuinely good person it hasn't sunk in deeply enough to ding the appropriate buttons
lets consider alignment as a literal term; a collective weight of your beliefs and actions which determines which aspects of the multiverse you're on the same side as. FFG, as a succubus, is literally made of evil and chaos, and she explicitly struggles with her nature, being described as the most tormented of the party. Given that the party's other members are continually struggling with unspeakable horrors or agonizing emotional horror on a day-to-day basis, that says a lot.
Now, I honestly can't read her as Lawful Neutral despite that being her official alignment because of her stirring support of mercy and forgiveness as essential to true law and order, to the point of her having an argument with Vhailor over it. They ostensibly have the same alignment in Lawful Neutral, and yet their viewpoints couldn't be more different.
A Lawful Neutral person believing in mercy as essential to true perfection and proper law is highly unusual; lawful neutrals may range from robots enslaved to programming fulfilling thier directives, or people who do as the law bids because its the law, while a lawful good person cares about the morality. Lawful Neutral people, in general, do not generally seem to do that; the letter and/or spirit of the law IS morality, or at least stability in society, or acting upon code and/or law, and without active altruism, kindness being involved; if you do, that's where Lawful Good comes in.
That's the big dividing point between being Lawful Good and Lawful Neutral; both may abide by a code or an understanding of law, but being Good means you care about people and get forgiveness. Neutrality doesn't do that.
So FFG's emphasis on mercy feels VERY odd, so it makes sense that she's actually Lawful Good in terms of her actions and mindset, but because she's a succubus she hasn't been able to completely become the polar opposite of what her nature demands she be. (And there is a tragedy in that. She has worked, and labored and done nothing but good, but deep down being a good person HURTS her; she can't escape the monster she was born to be, and that torment holds her back.)
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ASTAROTH: Wait, this person said they’re voluntee-
ARTIYA: Forneus first.
ASTAROTH: Okay okay... he’s probably fine, though...
ARTIYA: ...It’s Forneus.
ASTAROTH: ...
ASTAROTH: Let’s go check on him.
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