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spongejuice · 5 months
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Bitch like what the hell you doin? Go back to your family, go see your kids Jorge, you don’t need to be in the woods right now, the fish won’t miss you
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silasbug · 8 months
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time to let go of the past.
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o0corruptedghoul0o · 7 months
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...awaiting summer ...
📷 Joan Hutt
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cornerful · 1 month
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Sméagol and the Gift
'Now!' said Sam. 'At last I can deal with you!' He leaped forward with drawn blade ready for battle. But Gollum did not spring. He fell flat upon the ground and whimpered.
'Don't kill us,' he wept. 'Don't hurt us with nassty cruel steel! Let us live, yes, live just a little longer. Lost lost! We're lost. And when Precious goes we'll die, yes, die into the dust.'
Devastated by this. Just a little longer, he begs. Even though his existence is a torment. Even though the will that holds him to life is barely his own anymore. He has long outlived his time but it's such a cruelty that now the only freedom for him is in death. I'm glad Sam didn't kill him but the whole scenario is awful.
When a mortal keeps a ring of power he does not gain more life, he continues, denied natural mortality as the fear of death is amplified and twisted into fear of separation, nothing matters anymore but the keeping, the continuing. In that miserable existence there is no peace, and at its end there is no graceful goodbye to life, there is only dust. Sudden, empty, and final.
It would take murder to spare him that. Or falling with the ring into the fire.
Bilbo let it go in time (did he feel anything when it was destroyed?) Frodo is freed of it now, though the toll it extracted for the separation was at very least a finger. It was too late for Gollum for the price to be anything other than it was, and that's brutal.
If you live long enough, death is no longer the enemy. What Sauron did to Gollum ensured that it would always be the enemy, to be feared and avoided for ever, once time and the ring had fashioned it into the only escape left. Evil.
#lotr newsletter#suicide mention in tags#haunted by the au in which gollum goes into the fire with the ring On Purpose#bc he still couldnt separate himself from it but frodo's compassion had somewhat released him from its evil#in a way an honor to frodo's quest and in a way an act of mercy to be able to give up the self-torment#which gives me shrimp feelings bc of the everything but also back to the original point that it is so tragic that death is all that awaits#bc death is natural and that was taken from him. what is the will to live in the absence of natural death?#smth deeply horrible about that#matt bugg screaming we'll be dust. so famous and rent free#lotrn325#damn it im having more thoughts#wraiths vs gollum: discuss#the nature of the ring kept affects the nature of its possession no? those rings were made FOR thralldom#sauron has power over gollum but not That Much and his own ring is all abt the domination#what would a 2000 year old gollum even be like ._.#the wraiths are probably even more tragic bc at this point they're like...undead. even death isn't freedom#on that topic what happened to the witch-king's spirit fr#I'm pretty sure he isn't ever actually called that in the book but it's epic and gender and way snappier than lord of the nazgul#anyway shoutout to i think yambits for breaking the lore and giving them peace that was sick#where's my gollum rehab fic#i know he's a horrible little man who is constantly trying to murder my boys but i love him so#the au...gollum gaining the willpower to destroy himself because he was given trust and kindness and companionship for once. FUCKED UP.#fucked up horrible i need a minute. being shown compassion and then becoming more self-compassionate. epic#that compassion entailing seeking the freedom of death your soul was denied bc this is fantasy and somehow the exact#arc that usually leads to fighting to live is now flipped. HUH.#yeah jirt alluded to his motivation being For Frodo but i maintain that the willingness to die is HUGE there and extremely relevant#me and my red string keeping me company#ugh tag championships i win i think but at what cost#who wants to spin around miserably in a pool like franknfurter with me as we listen to gollum's song#tam you're already invited i have a floaty for u
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chaiaurchaandni · 5 months
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free palestine! <3
freedom is not a matter of 'if,' but 'when'
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obserbit · 9 months
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Sonic…
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deathfavor · 4 months
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Some Pirate Kazutora Headcanons
Kazutora prefers blades over guns, although he does have one gun on him most of the time. He’s known to be especially vicious with his word. But it isn’t his sword that people need to fear the most. Rather, they should fear the dagger he keeps on him. He’ll often strike lethal blows while others are preoccupied with his sword, leaving them exposed and open. 
He enjoys taking care of the exotic animals and often will do so – Valhalla’s survival rate for exotic animals whenever they trade them has dramatically increased since he started to do this 
Particularly enjoys fruits, especially oranges
Enjoys taking naps in a hammock if he's not seated on the bow of the ship or crows nest
Typically has several gold rings and necklaces on, he has a love for beautiful jewelry
Almost always has his hair in a fishtail braid or up in a bun except for the two front pieces
Often scouts out potential victims to target on the seas or rumors of treasure or riches at taverns when at port
His agility is the best on the Headless Angel ship, and in the whole Valhalla crew
Unlike a lot of the crew, he's not particularly superstitious but there are a few he's cautious on
If something needs smuggling in, it's often given to Kazutora due to his background in smuggling even before joining Valhalla
Tends to be a bit extreme on punishments if something is serious enough to evoke his intervention
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Sometimes I think about that moment in NMH2 when Travis’s talks about how ‘despite assassins being super fucked up, are still human beings that deserve respect’ and I just… kinda get emotional over that because even though he is a pathetic loser, he’s not wrong!! He’s absolutely correct!!
Assassins are more than just tools! They are more than just bloodthirsty killers! They had lives! Dreams! Personalities! Interests!! Family!! They had things that they cared about but had no choice but to abandon them, because the life of an assassin is cruel one with constant competition. The genuine horror of it is realising that at any moment, a ranking fight would be set and on that day of the fight you’d have to accept the fact that you might not walk out the door, it’s sad!! It’s horrifying! And with each little bit of info on the assassins you get you can’t help but feel bad for them. Sure they knew what they were signing up for but that doesn’t mean they can’t have a dignified/honourable death !!
#shallow rambles#nomoreposting#the UAA should be torn down because it profits off the misery and suffering of its main employees#<- I hope that in nmh4 if it ever happens that Travis makes true on that promise to tear down the UAA.#I want Travis to tell his brother that he’s more than tool!! that he’s a human being that deserves freedom and respect and human dignity!!!#<- I never not think how much Henry’s adopted family messed him up because they only viewed him as a weapon to sharpen and not a child to#raise with love and care and affection :(((((#<- JEANE SMACKDOWN DESERVED TO BE TOLD THAT SHE CAN RELY ON PEOPLE TO SUPPORT HER AFTER#HER TRAUMA!! SHE DID NOT HAVE DO DIE THE WAY SHE DID!! SHE COULD BE LIVING A PEACEFUL HAPPY AND HEALTHY LIFE!!#SAME WITH HENRY TOO!! he deserves to have some personal closure on why his adopted family did what they did to him!! and he has every right#to cut contact with them!!#HI SORRY TIME TO THINK ABOUT THE TOUCHDOWN SIBLINGS AND CRY#thoughts on queue#queue awaits you at the garden of madness#TRAVIS!!! Travis deserved to be with his siblings in a happy and healthier environment!! while I’m happy he carved out a new found family!#he also deserves closure too!! he deserves answers as to why he was split from his siblings!! he deserved the opportunity to mend#the relationships with his siblings that were purposefully broken and taken away from him!!!#I just want a NMH story where the three siblings rebuild their lives together and give each other emotional support!!!#THEY DESERVE SO MUCH BETTER OKAY!!! I mean the whole series is bc their dad was A SHITBAG and thought it was okay to separate them
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wxndswept · 7 months
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;;Interstellar Travelers (HSR)
Ver; 2
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During their titanic fight in the Chasm, Yuuki and Lyza awakened to new abilities. Under normal circumstances, Yuuki would dispel the out-of-control Dark mud and free Lyza from the chains of her cursed Delusion. But with the addition of another Core piece of the Ruin Blade brought by someone, the sword awakened to its full scope of abilities for a moment. Unfortunately, Yuuki was incapable of controlling the sudden surge in elemental power and the resulting clash of unstable energy and Dark Mud flung the duo into a portal created by the sword. Taking them straight out of Teyvat to crash into the Astral Express in the middle of a jump to the Herta Space Station.
The blast severely damaged the blade and shattered its core before scattering across the stars, leaving the duo stranded on the now-damaged rear of the train. Despite the damage done, the Express crew was surprisingly understanding of the accident and their following predicament. After helping to repair the damage they had caused to the train, Yuuki asks if the two of them can temporarily join the Astral Express in their Trailblaze across the sea of stars. Both as a way to repay the kindness the group has shown them and to find and repair the Ruin blade in order to properly return to Teyvat. To her surprise, they agreed, and the adventurer was brought aboard the train as a Nameless, with Lyza as her partner. WIth a special device, they search the planets and stations the train stops at for fragments and pieces of the Ruin Blade and its core.
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Yuuki, while heartbroken over the loss of her precious sword and friend Moon, is utterly elated at the prospect of a fresh new journey across multiple worlds. Going home quickly became an afterthought in her mind, with so much to see and learn in her widely expanded world. Unfortunately, she was weakened by the sudden ejection from Teyvat and its 'laws'. She struggles to properly utilize her Anemo Vision before and instead uses her abilities to strengthen her allies. As she adapts to the world, she follows the path of Harmony, utilizing Wind to deal damage to enemies using her sword.
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Lyza on the other hand, finds herself getting stronger in this new environment. With her connection to the Heavenly Principles and other cursed powers severed by Yuuki, Lyza finds herself connecting to the sea of Quanta and resonating quite well with it. While she struggles to adapt to her new surroundings, she finds herself opening up to others much more easily due to the nature of her Delusion and state of mind changing. Unlike Yuuki she is unfettered in combat, using her changed abilities in full force on the path of Destruction.
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Ah nothing makes me feel more isolated as a semicloseted queer person than pride.
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unklesanik · 1 year
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You know, it's weird, I haven't seen anyone use the tag system to write down the lyrics to an entire song
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#if we were to still link anthy's role as the rose bride to the herb brides then putting utena within the role of a yargachin#the implementation of the entire symbolism that caters to not only the connections made by butcher and bride through impalement#is like. made ten times more efficient within the their shared stories#the knowledge in those who hold dios' sword in their very hands and those who seek to know mother earth through the three lines#precise incisions made from all possible angles to appease the inner urge to finally understand their true meaning in performing such roles#seeking the world and their representatives that have time and time again deceived all coherent perception of freedom and family#one who seeks to know it all is rendered useless when finally forced to acknowledge their true purpose#to end a life upon which so much (albeit one sided) love is deposited#for the subject about to succumb to eternal darkness by arrogant lens to simply not care about the fate that awaits them on the other side#destiny molded by a figure that long contorted and put in such a high pedestal has deemed its victims a special casualty beyond sympathy#eager and stubborn choices that only lead to the cruel realization of how well managed such strings are that stir comfront upon all beings#anyway im out of braincells#i just think that its pretty neat to use such roles as the dolls and herb brides to refer to anthy#and even more so one of closer relation like the haruspex for utena#theres a lot of potential behind such a conjunction of concepts that seem to so frequently overlap each other#just rambling
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elfindreams · 4 months
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I’ve been dipping my toes into larp which is very great but also like. Especially with oneshots, what are you supposed to do when you’re still attached to a character but the story has ended and the made-up world they inhabited and the other characters who they’d interacted with no longer exist, so they’ve just Ceased To Be, where are those feelins supposed to gooooo
#admittedly the LARP today was uhhh. weirdly not well-written on several levels and I’d be iffy about playing other games by the same author#and the basic story premise was pretty dark in the first place#but we worked with it#and BOY OH BOY things went places#like the characters were all in a dungeon awaiting their execution in a few hours#for having been servants to an evil sorcerer even though some of them weren’t even working for him by choice#lots of arguing going on + debate over someone possibly snitching on the sorcerer’s apprentice to the guards in exchange for freedom#and/or how the loyal ones might help the apprentice character escape#my guy was in total despair for quite a lot of reasons but then formed a very sweet but brief and doomed bond with another prisoner#when she got the chance to escape alone he did what he could to help and spent their last few moments coaching her#on how to hide her identity and survive and find somewhere to live in the outside world#then he tried to save himself plus another character who was just a kid and didn’t deserve to be there but both couldn’t go#so he saved the kid (or at least did what he could bc there was no way of knowing if they actually got out)#and paid DEARLY for it but was totally at peace while lying on the dungeon floor as a bloody pulp because at least he’d done something good#his last IC words were something like ‘’I did what I could. I did as much as I could. I’m ready to meet god now’’.#also bc of magical fuckery as explicitly described in the rulebook it’s totally unknown where his friend ended up or whether she lived#we decided that she probably maybe hopefully survived though ;—;
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rebfile · 4 months
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Once upon a sunny day, with the kind of golden glow that can only grace the start of a perfect weekend, there was a girl with hair like the crest of a wave and glasses that caught the light just so. She stood on the cusp of the shoreline where the sand whispers secrets to the sea, fingertips grazing the tousled locks that danced in the salty breeze like tendrils of spun silver.
Her swimsuit, a canvas of blooming florals—tangerine, parsley, and a hint of blush—clung to her like a second skin, a tribute to summer's exuberance. She was, in that moment, the personification of youth and freedom, a figure sculpted not from marble but from the warm thrumming vibrations of light and life.
With a sigh deeper than the ocean before her, she lifted her gaze, a horizon of thoughts stretching far behind those amber-tinted lenses. They said you could find the whole world in a grain of sand, but she, she sought stories in the expanse of the azure above and the depth of the azure below.
In this slice of forever, she was a tale yet told, an adventure unfurling at the edges, the protagonist of a story that needed no words, for the sun spoke in hues and the waves in rhythm. Around her, the world turned, but in the still point of that turning, there was her: the girl with the seafoam hair and the summer-kissed soul.
Little did she know, eyes hidden behind the cool shade of her frames, each glance she cast to the far-off yonder etched lines of poetry into the sands of time—verses that only the bravest of hearts would dare to read, who, like her, understood the call of wanderlust and whispering tides.
And as the day stretched and yawned into dusk, her story remained—a story of a girl both in-between and wholly there, a figure not out of place but of the place, as integral to the canvas of the beach as the shy scattering of clouds above or the bold laughter of the waves below.
Anyone, with a beating heart of artists and daydreamers, would have savored her vignette, an ephemeral chapter penned in light and captured in a photograph, for all who wander the digital corridors in search of something genuinely beautiful and serendipitously serene.
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transemobunny · 6 months
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Oh shit, that's me.
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