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#i have this one villager that's ugly as sin and i want to be rid of him
lunafaeris-archive · 3 years
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/Alright, now I’m going time-skipping in Animal Crossing hell to cleanse my soul :)).
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chaseatinydream · 3 years
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pirate king (76) || atz
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Tortuga is not happy to have you back.
“You were the man who took our town leader hostage! You cannot simply just stride back onto port and walk here as if you have not just committed the gravest of sins!” A portly man dressed in velvet and gold waves so furiously that his expensive silk cravat has become stained with sweat. “You, hooligans, don’t ever come back to this town!”
Wooyoung simply shrugs and makes to pick his ear with his pinky, entirely without a care in the world. You kick him in the shin and he yelps, shying away.
“Say you’re sorry!”
“I didn’t do anything wrong!” He protests, and Yeosang tilts his head back slightly in the middle of negotiations to fix Wooyoung with a glare so menacing you can practically see the darkness rolling off him. Wooyoung must feel the same sensation - of death stepping across his grave - because he shivers and rubs the back of his neck. “Okay, maybe I might have done a thing or two-”
“This man… utterly unbelievable!” The official continues to rant, and even the soldiers lined up behind him are starting to wince from how piercing his voice is. He jabs a finger at Wooyoung ferociously. “I respect you, Pirate King, but the disrespect this man has shown us! Breaking into the officials’ town headquarters! Knocking out the guards! Dragging the head of this town out of his chambers in his… in his sleepwear! Preposterous, I tell you!”
Hongjoong raises his hands, a calm smile on his face to placate the official. “I deeply apologise for my crew member’s behavior. It must have been a terrible experience, but I can assure you my crew regrets his actions and is extremely repentant about his behavior.”
You look dubiously at the supposedly repentant man.
“He sleeps naked.” Wooyoung whispers loudly into your ear, a cheeky smile decorating his face. You stare at him, and then shake your head. He’s incorrigible.
“However, I ask you to understand that the situation at hand was dire, and that we had no other choice in order to go after our captain. As thanks for letting this matter slide, we’ll compensate the town head appropriately.” Yeosang’s angelic smile is at full power, and for a second you’re almost blinded by the halo settling above his head. The bag of gold coins in his hand (polished by Wooyoung for the whole of last night as punishment) somehow seem dull in comparison. “I’m sure you won’t regret it.”
The official’s eyes are like magnets, drawn to the gold. You can almost see him licking his lips. “... compensate?”
“Very handsomely.” Yeosang shakes the bag once. The sound is more alluring than any symphony or sirens’ song to your ears. Apparently, that must be the how the official feels too, because his hand reaches out to touch it, before he jerks it back to his chest, coughing lightly. “Well then, I suppose it couldn’t hurt just to let it go just this once...”
A soldier behind the official rolls his eyes to heaven in exasperation.
“However! That man is not allowed to step foot into the town, and must stay on the ship at all times. This in nonnegotiable. Also,” Yeosang hands over the bag of gold, and the official beckons Hongjoong closer. “There have been... ah... rumors... among the townspeople... Royal Navy... searching for a woman.... bounty... alive... five thousand...”
You glance over at Wooyoung, who’s sulking miserably. “You kind of deserve it. Although... thanks for doing it, to get captain and I back.”
At your words, Wooyoung instantly brightens. “No problem! It was the most fun I had in weeks anyway!” You send him a flat look, intent on chiding him, but then your captain calls your name.
To your surprise, his lips are drawn into a thin line, and there is a furrow to his brow that definitely wasn’t there before. “Chin Hae, do you... remember ever encountering the Royal Navy before meeting us?”
Frowning, you shake your head. There’s tension would tight into his face, and you feel something in your stomach sinking. “No. Why?”
Hongjoong opens his mouth to answer, but then closes it with a sigh before he can say another word. He wears a fond smile as he ruffles your hair gently, lithe fingers carding through the strands. “No matter, this isn’t the place for it. Will you come see me in the captain’s cabin tonight? We have some pressing matters to discuss.”
When he walks away, the smile melts into a grim, worried look on his face.
>>>
“Your legs are starting to hurt?”
San’s expression is filled with concern as he crouches in front of you, gentle fingers kneading and massaging your calves with practiced movements. You nod quietly, watching him as he works. “Yeah. Honestly... the same thing that happened with my hand might be happening to my legs, master.”
His fingers still, and when he looks at them, they come away white. San rubs at his temples, his face drawn taut with worry and something bordering dismay. He stares at your legs as if they could give him an answer to this question. “But this isn’t supposed to happen. Nothing happened to them, you didn’t get hurt, or stabbed, or-”
Your heart warms at the desperate concern burning in his eyes, and you reach out your hand to take his into yours, gripping it gently. When his pained gaze meets yours, you do your best to put on a reassuring smile. “It’s alright, master. I have no intention of dying. You’ll help me out, won’t you?”
San looks at you for a moment with his mouth parted, as if surprised, before it draws into a sharp, determined line. He squeezes your hand back tightly. “Of course I will. As if I’d let anything happen to you!” He rises to his feet, gestures over to the multitude of books and scrolls haphazardly piled and stuffed into every nook and cranny of the sickbay. “There’s got to be something here somewhere similar to your condition, and even if there isn’t, it’ll be somewhere in Tortuga. If it exists on this earth, I’ll definitely find it.”
Something hot stings behind your eyes, but you blink it away, gripping San’s hand tighter. “Hey, master... I... really want to live, you know? I want to keep sailing with the crew... and I want to be with all of you forever. You know that, right?”
It’s fear.
The ugly, twisting feeling coiling deep in your belly is fear. Fear that you’ll never feel the warm sunlight on your face again. Fear that you can never talk and laugh and cry with the crew again. Fear that everything might be coming to an end; an end that you simply cannot come to terms with.
You’d do anything. Anything to stay with the crew, and keep on living.
“Silly apprentice.” San rests a tender hand on your head, looking at you with so much affection you could cry. “Of course I know, because that’s exactly what I feel as well. If there’s any way, I’d take it in a heartbeat! Even if it means getting rid of captain!” He jokes, and you snort, swatting him on the arm.
“Don’t be silly, master, both you and I know that you’d never do that.”
San grins, a large cat-like smile spreading across his face, and rises to his feet, striding over to his workbench.
“Hey, we’re going to cure you. This is your master you’re talking about! You know,” he turns back to give you a little wink, “back in my home village, they called me something of a medical prodigy.”
You rise to your feet, heart so full you can barely feel the pain in your legs and press a soft kiss to his cheek. “Then, master... I’ll be counting on you. I’d help you out, but first, there’s something I need to do.”
“Something you need to do?” San peeks over, curiosity brimming in his eyes as you fish out a red fox fur coat from beneath your pillow. A sly smile turns up one corner of his mouth. “Oho. Is that a gift for a certain someone?”
You poke at his side playfully. “He lost his jacket, so I thought I’d make him something to thank him. Why, unhappy you’re not getting one as well?”
San pouts and turns away, arms crossed. “As if! Now get going, I need some silence to concentrate, so shoo!” Under his breath, he mutters, “stupid captain stealing my apprentice... stealing her first handmade gift... maybe it’s really time to get rid of him...”
Giggling lightly, you step around him and out of the room, the fox fur gathered in your arms. It’s soft and warm and light, perfect for a sea voyage and comfortable to wear. You only hope your captain will overlook the some of the stray threads sticking out here and there; your sewing still isn’t perfect, but it’s the thought that counts, right?
As you step out onto the deck, empty save for loose coils of rope and a pair of wooden cleats lying on the floor, you glance down at the fox fur in your arms.
You’re going to be giving him a gift... that you made with your own hands.
What if he doesn’t like it? The thought pops into your mind and you groan, burying your face in your hands. Your cheeks feel hot, and you step over to the side of the ship to cool off and calm down. Beneath you, the ocean is like a mirror of glass, stretching out as far as the eye can see.
Calm down, Chin Hae, it’s just a jacket. And even if he doesn’t like it, so what? You could just give it to someone else!
With that thought in mind, you clench your fist, ready to get it done and over with. But before you can go, there’s a strange sound from beneath you, and you glance down in surprise as the water.
To your shock, the surface of the sea begins to ripple and swirl, disrupted by whatever’s beneath it. You can feel something rising, coming up to the surface, and its intent focused solely on you and you alone. Something in your mind screams for you to run, but your feet only stay rooted to the spot, your hands trembling and cold sweat running down your neck.
What is this?
And out of the depths emerges...
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sometimesrosy · 4 years
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please abbreviate name and ship
Anonymous said:I’m not trying to be rude as I know you ship Bellarke, but can you explain why you think L/xa was manipulative towards Clarke and why you disliked their relationship? I just don’t see it that way and I would like to hear a different perspective.
Am I ready to go into this? Ok. First, I’m not taking offense. I don’t have a problem discussing different interpretations, however, fandom has a problem with me doing so, which is why I ask everyone to abbreviate Lxa and CL, so that I don’t show up in their ship or stan tags, not because I am disrespecting the character or ship, but because I honestly don’t want the harassment to start up all over again. The history of me and the cl shippers is ugly, with me mostly trying to stay out of it and them coming after me like I was trying to poison their puppy. All the puppies. The CL fandom had a name for me. It was “The Devil.” So you should know that.
Let me begin by telling you that I am the survivor of domestic abuse, and stared watching this show after finally kicking my emotionally, psychologically and economically abusive ex husband out of the house, and what I saw in CL was a reflection of my own relationship, aka, not healthy. I resonated with it as a woman with PTSD recovering from abuse. I tried to explain this in fandom but was ignored and erased and called a lesbophobe instead. I am not. I am an abuse survivor who cares about understanding and unpacking abusive relationships and empowering victims. Abuse is not limited to m/f relationships.
I need to make it clear that my interpretation of CL does not invalidate the interpretation of CL as an epic romance, fantasy story, or wlw empowerment tale. Those are all valid and I recognize the need for the wlw community to have the same kind of stories that straight people have always had, and CL within The 100 was SO CLOSE to being the epic fantasy that was needed. But the canon proved that it never was a romance genre story that allows... DEMANDS the happy ever after ending. So The 100 was a great disappointment to the fans. It failed to give them what they were looking for. CL was a LOT like a very traditional M/F romantic trope that does end up with a HEA lovestory ending, the captive princess and heroic warrior king story. So it’s no wonder they read it as an epic romance just like the ones they’ve been seeing for m/f romances for centuries... MILLENNIA. 
That said, I’m going to put my analysis under the jump, because I don’t want anyone who doesn’t want to hear it have it appear on their dash. This is an entirely opt-in meta, and if reading something critical of a ship you love or like is not what you want to do, then please be a responsible consumer of media and do not opt in.
okay, so op, I GET why you see nothing wrong with this romantic dynamic. I was like you once, and I thought the warrior/princess dynamic was sexy and romantic and the fantasy of being taken away from all your problems so you didn’t have to deal is A+. But ever since I was IN a relationship like that, and realized it wasn’t about love or romance, but rather about power and control, I cannot, AT ALL, find it attractive. It’s painful and harmful to be in. And it’s not great for the dominant lover, either, tbh.
Please note: I do not have a problem with them being wlw. NOT the problem. I’ve been involved with the lgbt community since 1988. I am bisexual, demiace and androgynous myself and my sister was in a long term relationship with a woman and I like other wlw ships just not this one--because for me, it reproduces a harmful m/f romantic trope. When I find m/f ships like this I don’t love them EITHER. (reylo is just as filtered out of my dash as cl is.) So that’s a lot of explaining why I disliked their relationship and it has to do with my experience in an abusive relationship that was about power and domination and how I learned that that is NOT love. So now I’m just gonna make some points about where there was manipulation in the the relationship, some of which came before romance, some of which was the ‘courtship.’
when they first met, L posed on the throne and blamed her for killing the army she’d sent to destroy the delinquents. Clarke WON the battle that L started, and she acted like that was murder. no.
When L told Clarke that Finn would die for HER. although her actions had nothing to do with his massacre.
When L told her that Finn’s mercy killing would haunt Clarke forever.
When L told Clarke that love was a weakness. That is the WORST advice ever and anyone who still stanned L after that nonsense... i just don’t understand why y’all have no sense. I knew from the start that was a sign that L was “in the wrong.” it is CLEARLY a bad life philosophy. (made much worse that she began a courtship with Clarke after using her philosophy to cut Clarke off from her people, thus leaving only HER love as worthy? IDK. But that’s after this timeline.)
When Clarke came running to save TonDC and Lxa from the bombs, and Lxa COERCED Clarke into letting them bomb the village. This was the first REAL sign to me that this relationship was manipulative and abusive and it wasn’t a relationship yet. They weren’t even friends yet. And Lxa used Clarke’s guilt over Finn and LOVE for Bellamy to rush her into a decision that benefitted LXA’s political agenda, to get rid of the troublesome rivals on the coalition. She used methods with Clarke that were the same exact thing that my ex used to do to me. She told her that she had no time to argue, although there was time for L’s argument, and there were no other solutions although Clarke offered like three separate ones (setting a fire as the probable most effective.) That was NEVER Clarke’s decision. Lxa COERCED her. And MANIPULATED her.
WORSE after it was done, LXA BLAMED HER FOR IT. Said it was her action. Forced her to keep it a secret (which only benefitted LXA.) Then tried to kill Octavia. 
Look I totally understand why Lxa was besotted with Clarke. She’s amazing. But she started pursuing her when Clarke was dependent upon Lxa’s army and goodwill. 
She started pushing her about her FEELINGS for Bellamy when they were military allies, AFTER telling her about how her political enemies used her love for Costia to control her, and KILLED her for it. So here she is, a political...associate, questioning her about someone she thinks she loves, after telling her that love is a weakness. Pushing her feelings for Bellamy as a what? Vulnerability? Way to control her? RIVAL FOR HER ROMANTIC ATTENTIONS? 
Then Lxa KISSES HER. IN the MIDDLE OF A CAMPAIGN? Can you freaking imagine? The woman with all the power, who Clarke depends upon for the life of her loved ones, essentially her “boss,” in a way. She makes a move on her. Think about this. “I like you, oh by the way, i hold your people’s life in my hand, so you should come live with me.” Dude. That’s not a sweet romance, it’s sexual harassment. 
Just to bring it to a point. Clarke rejects her advances and then THE NEXT WORDS are “he did it,” because Bellamy has sent up the signal, victorious warrior (rival) and get’s all Clarke’s attention. What happens then? Oh yeah. 
ON the verge of WINNING the freaking mountain completely, Lxa SELLS HER ROMANTIC RIVAL (bellamy) and Clarke’s people, who proved far more formidable and successful than she expected and so are a politcal threat to her, to her GENERATIONAL ENEMIES.  and then. get this.
AND THEN SHE INVITES HER TO COME LIVE WITH HER AGAIN. Oh hey babe, since your people are destroyed and your boyfriend is dead, wanna come to my place? ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?
And no, despite all the people who tried to argue that was a WISE political move, no the hell it wasn’t. It was the path to her demise. She broke faith with her allies, not just sky crew but also the coalition and they took her down for it. 
In addition, Lxa herself admitted that was her biggest regret. That was her biggest mistake. WRONG DECISION. Weak leader. And a betrayal.
THEN 3 months later, she kidnaps her and imprisons her. This is not romance. This is not protection. If it WERE protection, she would have sent her back to her people. She was a prisoner. This is not a romantic situation. 
Oh when she told her how PATIENT she’d been for ALLOWING her to not talk to her for two weeks. Bitch. You have her in prison. You aren’t patient. You aren’t kind. You kidnapped her. After your betrayal. YOU’RE the one who should be begging for her forgiveness. Instead you’re acting like she’s an immature child. What? 
She then gaslighted her and told her she didn’t do anything wrong when she betrayed her and she did the same thing anyone would do, in fact, LXA wasn’t the betrayer, CLARKE was the betrayer. She turned her OWN sins around and blamed them on Clarke. She did it. We saw her did it. We saw how she forced Clarke’s hand and made her choose between TERRIBLE choices. 
Then she FORCES her to bend the knee so she doesn’t murder all of sky crew. That was not romantic. That was force. 
And she offers her own private bent knee ceremony with no witnesses and promises we all know she won’t keep because she has no honor and no one there to make sure she does what she promises.
WHICH IS WHY Clarke can’t leave. Because no one else will make sure she keeps her promises.
AND THEN we get to the carrot part of the carrot and stick part of manipulation. You can leave and I’ll kill all your people, or you can STAY and get nice clothes and a safe room and good food and music and be treated like a pampered bird in a golden cage. Do what I say? Get nice things. Just because you are being given nice things and treated nicely doesn’t mean it’s not manipulation and you aren’t being dominated.
I might also add that during this time, L often mentioned her own death. As if it would happen. Now Clarke had to stay not only to save her people from death, but also to save LXA from death. Just so you know, this is a classic psychological abuse technique. The abuser threatens/implies suicide if the abusee ever leaves them. “Oh when you go I will die, that’s the way it is.”  
Reminder, when Clarke wanted to go to Arkadia and fix the massacre, Lxa REFUSED. When Clarke said, “so I’m a prisoner now?” Lxa said straight out in canon. “Yes you are a prisoner.” She had ALWAYS been a prisoner. She was not a guest. She had no freedom to leave. Making her feel like she had to or wanted to stay does not mean she actually had a choice. She did not. (compare this to when Bellamy told Octavia, i understand if you need to go, but you’ll always have a place with me.” O had the FREEDOM to stay or go, and B NEVER gave or withheld permission. She was free. Clarke was not.)
Oh and Clarke is not innocent in the manipulation, either. After the hakeldama massacre, Clarke used her evaluation of Lxa as being proud and concerned with her “legacy” to manipulate her into betraying her OWN people and their beliefs and saying “blood must NOT have blood.” And yes that led to L’s downfall, but to be fair, she already did it by sparing MW. L is vain, and Clarke worked that. To sky crew’s advantage, but she did. 
After they get back from Hakeldama Clarke has given up on Bellamy and their relationship starts being less manipulative. Oh wait. the whole “so wait, you want me to not take vengeance for your people’s crimes by wiping out the village, but you’re going to punish this actual murderer who just tried to kill you, huh? wow hypocrite much?” 
And then when Lxa decides to *surprise surprise* go back on her promise to treat sky crew like her own people and WIPE OUT THE ENTIRE POPULATION, she’s like, okay, I give you permission to leave now and be with your people. Aren’t I kind and merciful to let you go? NO YOU ARE NOT. It isn’t kind and it isn’t merciful and it isn’t loving to ALLOW your beloved to be with her people. before you wipe them out. Or even if you’re not. It shouldn’t be up to you whether she goes or stays. It should be up to HER. But it never was. 
Tbh it wasn’t until Lxa “let her go” after she’d already committed to murdering all Clarke’s people and Clarke couldn’t do anything to stop it anymore that the relationship stopped being manipulative. Their ENTIRE relationship was finding way to work each other. I do not like that kind of relationship. The only wholesome part of their relationship was their time with Pauna (no manipulaton it was a fine story) and the sex, (also a perfectly lovely story. )
Okay. go ahead and hate me now. A couple years after, I rewatched the show to see if I could see that stirring, epic love story in CL that the fans love, and even when I’d worked through my personal abuse issues and was no longer literally triggered by it, I found it to be a thin romance, far too political in nature. Just didn’t do it for me. Was it passionate? Yes. Did they like each other? D: No. I don’t think they were ever intimate enough with each other (except for with Pauna) to actually get to know each other. It was very pretty and glamourous. I am not a fan of glamour. It tends to be all show, little depth. 
all in all, I do NOT think CL is the love story that wlw deserve. I dont’ think it was intended to be. And I think people hungry for a canon fantasy love story believed they were getting their HEA that romances promise. But it wasn’t a romance. (I cannot make excuses for The 100′s social media presence at that time. they fucked up.) I think it was CLARKE’S story of darkness and trauma and recovery, and L was her shadow. She needed to fall n love with her to embrace her own dark side. And she needed to die to push forward both Clarke’s trauma and the plot. Lxa was a tragic hero like Macbeth. Doomed. I don’t like Macbeth as a character, either.
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rayonfrozenwings · 6 years
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The Story of Prythian
@rayonfrozenwings ACOTAR fan theory
Part 1: The Story of Prythian
A lot of this is in reference to the mural, in the spring court, which displays the creation story of Prythian on successive panels.
Feyre describes what she sees.
The Cauldron as “the Void”. Cauldron as a “symbol for God” or the mother’s creation.
Cauldron as a “destroyer or armies” (I interpreted any black smudges/smears on the painting, intended by the artist to be negative, as impacts caused by the cauldron).
I’m going to put a snippet/quote from ACOTAR I have typed up in italics.  
I will put commentary throughout it in bold.  
So sorry if it’s not an exact quote because I typed 1000 words of it and didn’t go back and cross-reference/check against the original - it's ch13 of ACOTAR for those playing at home.
“It told a story with the way the colours and shapes and light flowed, the way the tone shifted across the mural. The story of… Prythian. It began with a Cauldron. A mighty black Cauldron held by glowing, slender female hands in a starry, endless night. Those hands tipped it over, golden sparkling liquid poured out over the lip. No - not sparkling, but … effervescent with small symbols, perhaps of some ancient faerie language. Whatever was written there whatever it was, the contents of the cauldron were dumped into the void below, pooling on the earth to form our world …
This is a reference to god creating the heavens and the earth, from the void. And speaking the first words - “be” - see Genesis 1:1-3
“In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. 2The earth was formless and void, and darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was moving over the surface of the waters. 3 Then God said, “Let there be light”; and there was light.”
The map spanned the entirety of our world - not just the land on which we stood, but also the seas and larger continents beyond. Each territory was marked and coloured, some with intricate, ornate depictions of the beings who had once ruled over lands that now belonged to the humans. All of it, i remembered with a shudder, all of the world had once been theirs - at least as far as they believed, crafted for them by the bearer of the cauldron. There were no mention of humans - no sign of us here. I supposed we’d been as low as pigs to them.
This could be a reference to Angels, being the first ones who were made by god. (Sorry no reference as I don’t know the bible that well - Possibly Genesis)
It was hard to look at the next panel. It was so simple yet so detailed that, for a moment, I stood there on that battlefield, feeling the texture of the bloodied mud beneath me, shoulder to shoulder with thousands of other human soldiers lined up, facing the faerie hoards who charged at us. A moment of pause before the slaughter.
The humans arrows and swords seemed so pointless against the high fae in their glimmering armour, or the faeries bristling with claws and fangs. I knew - knew without another panel to explicitly show me - hundreds of humans hadn’t survived that particular battle. The smear of black on the panel beside it, tinged with glimmers of red said enough.
Is this the war of the humans with the Nephilim and Demons(Fallen Angels) of the world before/during Noah’s time? The reason god/”The mother” in this context turned their back on civilisation and wanted to undo their creation. Or is the black smear symbolic of the great flood in genesis, where none but Noah and his family are saved? But all of humankind that were corrupt were wiped from the earth. Genesis 6 talks about Nephilim and the corruption of mankind.
“Then God said to Noah, “The end of all flesh has come before Me; for the earth is filled with violence because of them; and behold, I am about to destroy them with the earth” Genesis 6:13
Genesis 7 has details of the “great flood” sent down by god to wipe the earth of those who sinned.
As I have limited biblical knowledge I am going to leave this here.
Then Another Map, of a much-reduced faerie realm. Northern Territories had been cut up and divided to make room for the high fae, who had lost their lands to the south of the wall. Everything north of the wall went to them; everything south was left as a blur of nothing. A decimated, forgotten world - as if the painter couldn't be bothered to render it.
I scanned the various lands and territories now given to the high fae. Still so much territory - such monstrous power spread across the entire northern part of our world. I knew they were ruled by kings or queens or councils or empresses, but I’d never seen a representation of it, of how much they’d been forced to concede to the south, and how crammed their lands now were in comparison.
Possibly the division of Israel? Or something else?
People who know the bible stories might know.
Our massive island had fared well for Prythian by comparison, with only the bottom tip given over to us miserable humans. The bulk of the sacrifice was borne by the southern most territories: a territory painted with crocuses and lambs and roses. Spring Lands.
Spring Lands resent the humans - we know this because of Tamlins desires to be rid of the wall and possibly claim some of his land back, he mentions it in ACOMAF.
I took a step closer, until I could see the dark, ugly smear that acted as the wall - another spiteful touch by the painter. No markers in the human realm, nothing to indicate any of the larger towns or centres, but… I found the rough area where our village was, and the woods that separated it from the wall. Those two days’ journey seemed so small - too small -  compared to the power lurking above us. I traced a line, my finger hovering over the paint, up over the wall, into these lands - the lands of the spring court. Again, no markers, but it was filled with touches of spring: trees in bloom, fickle storms, young animals … At least I was to live out my days in one of the more moderate courts, weather wise. A small consolation.
Is the wall painted in black because it was created by the cauldron? Or because their is hatred of what land was lost to the humans by the spring court (the painting is located in the spring court).
I looked northward and stepped back again. The six other courts of Prythian occupied a patchwork of territories. Autumn, Summer, and Winter were easy enough to pick out. Then above them, two glowing courts: the southernmost one, a softer redder palate, the dawn court; above, in bright gold and yellow and blue, the day court. And above that, perched in frozen mountains spread darkness and stars, the sprawling massive territory of the night court.
There were things in the shadows between those mountains - little eyes, gleaming teeth. A land of lethal beauty.the hair on my arms rose.
I kept this part of the quote because this is referenced in ACOMAF again, when Feyre first visits Velaris - sleeping giant in the north.
I might have examined the other kingdoms across the seas that flanked our land, like the isolated faerie kingdom to the west that seemed to have gotten away with no territory loss and was still a law unto itself, had i not looked to the heart of that beautiful, living map.
In the centre of the land, as if it were the core around which everything else had spread, or perhaps the place where the cauldrons liquid had first touched. Was a small, snowy mountain range. From it arose a mammoth, solitary peak. Bald of snow, bald of life - as if the elements refused to touch it. There was no more clues about what it might be; nothing to indicate its importance, and I supposed that the viewers were already supposed to know. This was not a mural for human eyes.” ch13 ACOTAR
Is the Sacred Mountain, God’s Holy mountain. Is the Sacred mountain where the war of Angels was fought and Lucifer tossed down from heaven. Or are there other stories about Holy mountains that might fit better.
So these are some links between the bible and ACOTAR, and where I started my journey at looking for similarities.
Masterpost (this post), Part 1:,   Part 2: , Part 3:1 , Part 3:2 ,Part 3:3 , Predictions (final)
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the-wolfs-raven · 6 years
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Sisters in Sin Brothel, Mistfall Village, Pandaria
Red lips curled into a familiar, time-lost smile as she conversed among the group.  The Madame...the Baron...The rambunctious, raunchy elves who reminded her of simpler days.  Of freedom.  Violet eyes lingered on the remaining wine swirling around her glass.  She found herself adrift in a place where modesty did not exist and good feelings flooded through from the very walls themselves.  Every time her eyes found his wandering, curiosity and temptation tugged at her mind.  Every time she was exposed to the brash, blunt Madame, her heart yearned to reach out and touch her.  To show her a good in the world that she could not see.
As people passed in and out of its doors, the brothel changed.  Sometimes peace would fall over them and all was quiet, other times, the sounds of expression and pleasure could ring against the building, cushioning its occupants with a myriad of conversation and light-hearted vibes.
Truly the only drawback to such a world was that she could not aid those around her in the ways she once did, and she found herself in quite the conundrum.  She would not dare return home just yet.  The suffocating walls of Ironforge were tolerable in the company of the man she loved, but without him to wake up to, she felt caged once again.  Bound by manacles of sorrow and uncertainty.  As she returned to her room, the first tears she had shed in that land in many years began to stream down her cheeks, reddening her face and tormenting her consciousness.
It had been just over two months since they had wed.  Two months and several miles away.  Perhaps she would visit the Tavern.  The Folly.  But it would not only mean reliving the happiest day of her life.  She would be shrouded in pain and doubt.  Upon her palm, the crescent moon shone brightly.  Ugly and green.  It seemed as though happiness would never truly linger in her life.  Memories spun in her mind as she stared out the window to the luminescent sphere in the sky.
"I can promise you that you will never lose me because I walk away from you or leave ya behind."
Tears fell more freely.  It was simple then.  The most pressing thing on her mind was reuniting with her daughter.  Dealing with the shock of what chronomancy had done to her.  Realising that she would never again hold her little girl in her arms and she was a woman near her age at that.  But...
She'd had him.  Throughout all of the uncertainty, the anguish, the fear...He stayed beside her, offering words of comfort and tight embraces.
"I want a quiet life.  I don't want all of this madness.  I just want to settle down and be happy for once in my life..."
It was as true now as it was then.  It was all he wanted as well.  He had done nothing to deserve the hell she brought upon them.  The trail of broken dreams and maddening fears that seemed to be attached to her like a shadow.  Like a...
Light in the darkness...?
Her eyes fixed on a strange figure in the landscape.  A woman clad in white who seemed to be the most ethereal being in existence.  Shining green eyes lifted to meet their violet counterparts and a touch of wind brushed past her cheek.  In her distraction, the woman vanished, only to reappear upon the bed, sitting with an unearthly grace befitting the most benevolent elf.
"...Mother..."
There was no love in her voice.  No welcome.  None of her usual appreciation for those she spoke to.  There was only fear.  Confusion.  Hate.  But her voice was low, and the elf either did not notice or, more likely, did not care.  She patted the spot next to her with a soft, endearing smile and the crimson-haired woman hesitantly slipped down beside her, averting her gaze at first.  She hated seeing this.  This illusion.  This lie that beguiled Shalandrala Winterscale's true, malevolent form.
"Why do you weep, child?  The night is calm, and the moon shines brightly in the darkness."
That smile. That matronly, comforting smile.  She hated it more than anything else.  That fabricated love that did not exist.  That she did not believe ever existed.  Her eyes were hot with angry, unshed tears as the woman looked on with a tranquil gaze.  She gasped as her hand was taken in the other's, having been attacked and wounded in such a gesture previously.
But no pain came.  Only a curious glance from the otherworldly figure before her.  She spoke after several minutes of silence, her voice blooming from it as opposed to slicing through it.  "It is such a burden you carry, my dear."  Her fingers traced over it lightly, illuminating at their contact.  "Such a brand, a curse in the eyes of those who do not understand..."  Soft, white eyes turned to hers.  "The man you took as your husband...He does not understand either, does he?"
Tarvasha wrenched her hand away, droplets spilling down her cheeks and to the floor as she stood.  She was silent, watching her mother with unease and ire.  The elf only smiled, still soft and intent to comfort.  "Why do you carry on like this?  Why sacrifice your chance at happiness to keep me from something that is rightfully mine in the first place?"  She stood as well, approaching her daughter and holding both hands in hers.  "Perhaps a bargain is in order...Something of which may benefit us both."
Violet orbs danced across the other's face in confusion and curiosity, and the elder leaned forward slightly, putting herself nearer to her level.  "Give up clinging to something that only causes strife for you.  For those around you.  Spare the ones you love anymore heartache...And you shall never be burdened by my presence again."  She smiled more serenely at her child's confusion.
"Return my life's work to me, Tarvasha, and I will leave this world in peace."
Her eyes widened.  It was a lie.  It had to be a lie.  She would take her power and slaughter everyone around her.  But...She could have done that anyway, couldn't she?  It was discerning that there had not been more loss, more struggle, since her mother had reemerged...
"...You will leave..."  It was more questioning than intended.  "...Where will you go...?"
"You needn't concern yourself with that, my love.  You would be content in knowing that you and your family would be safe from harm."
Pale ruby lips trembled, and the mark upon her hand began to glow as her mother's comforting words reached her ears.  "There will be no more conflict to drive your husband away...No threats to your daughter's health...Nor the health of her child..."  Of course she knew...  "You will live the rest of your days in peace, burdened only by the animosity that anyone in this world might face."
Green and violet threads spun slowly from her hand, spiraling around the arm of the elf.  It would be so easy.  So simple.  To let go of such a hateful thing.  To be rid of her mother for eternity.
For just a moment, her mind turned to Argus.  To the lingering reminder of death that hung in the sky.  To the rumors and conflict she had seen on that world.  Blank eyes turned up to shimmering white ones and she realized what this would mean for those fighting above them.  What advantage would be shared amongst the demonic armies.  The happy, healthy family was faded from her mind by Felfire.  By the faces of the dead and those longing for it.  The tears that dropped to the floor echoed like powerful drums to the silence of the room as she pulled her hands away, the threads returning, accumulating in the glow upon her palm.
Despite this, her mother's face did not falter.  In fact, her smile deepened as she moved forward to embrace her daughter, lips settling against her ear.  "You were always a spirited child, my dear.  So full of ambition and will..."  She pulled back and lightly ran her fingers through the red locks.  "I look forward to watching your beloved strip that away from you..."  Her voice did not lose its softness, and the words were spoken as though she were still complimenting her.  "To seeing you ache and weep over a man who will not live one quarter of your lifetime...."  She swept a bit of hair from the sobbing woman's face.
"To glimpse the realization in your eyes when you finally understand that it is not I that bring this pain to them...But you."
The woman in white pulled away, still smiling that comforting lie.  Her body began to fade into mist as she watched her daughter fall to the floor in anguish, a soft smirk curling into her lips.
"And please, do send my regards to Mister Redferne...I hear his birthday passed recently, and I feel simply awful about making him miss it."
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