This was definitely not the announcement I was expecting from the Warrior Nun saved countdown. I thought maybe one movie but three sounds incredibly ambitious. Listen, I very much want to be excited about this but I would caution everyone to just be very aware that the industry is in an incredibly tumultuous period. The strikes probably won’t end before the year is up and I don’t know what that means for the production/story/casting of these features. By all means this is huge but also it’s important to stay pragmatic. Celebrate the win but until more is confirmed I’m still hesitant as to what this actually will mean.
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(I'M ALIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE! Well- Mostly alive- But! I'm here to chew gum and torment characters, and I'm all outta gum :) So! Time to get my smooth brain back into gear before work kills it again-)
A Return Worth Waiting For...~
The strange new fragment seemed to straighten up a bit, a shy smile on her lips as her fiery button eyes seemed to shimmer and flicker like a candle flame, so full of life and spirit and power. It almost makes Moon wonder if her eyes looked the same way.
...Y-Yes. ...My old name was Mesánychta, but... I suppose a new life meant a new name, and I think I've taken quite well to the name "Midnight" now though.~ ...It's nice to finally meet you, Moon.~
She gave a respectful bow in return, her manners seeming to match Moon's in a sense, feeling a bit more... old fashioned almost, though the more modern mannerisms of Astel and Eclipse seemed to bleed through as well. The Beldam could almost feel her true age despite the influences of her reborn light and shadow, her ancient soul finally showing its true colors as well as its age, power, and knowledge that was once lost on the girl that was her rebirth.
...Please forgive me if I'm a smidge quieter than my light and sister shadow. ...I'm... still finding my way, I guess... ...I'm still a little lost having two, technically three, sets of lives inside my head so... it's a little rough. ...But I know your face. ...From Astel and Eclipse's memories I know your face. But... what's even more strange is that I know you, wh-what you are. Even after eons that knowledge has yet to be lost on me. Though... I've never seen a Beldam like you before. Last I saw one of your kind their power and they themselves took on the form and image of wooden marionettes rather than dolls, and consumed blood rather than eyes. Strange fellow, but still rather kind, so long as you never fell under what they defined as "food". And they had the most wonderful library with books and scrolls spanning Ages. Rumor had it that they even had parchments from Alexandria itself before it was burned. ...You remind me a bit of them.~
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...Huh. Suppose they weren't kidding when the girls said that Midnight was ancient if her depth of knowledge just at the surface was anything to go by. Eons of knowledge spanning worlds upon worlds.
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...this world is still so young, this dimension still taking its first steps, still forming its own identity. And it seems that it's not quite finished with said identity.
Creation is not yet done with this little world.~
This world? It is waiting to make a few unique changes, and those changes are just moments away as the very fabric of this reality slowly begins to quiver and quake, preparing to rearrange and rattle the very threads that define this world.~
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He could feel it- the anticipation of change teetering around his realm. It was strange to be sure, though not entirely unwelcome- so long as the changes kept from troubling him, of course. He could of course blame the feeling on the appearance of his dear old friend- he knew better to think it was just her, but some part of him hoped that it was.
He shifted slightly at the mention of another Beldam, his curiosity clear. He was a recluse at the best of times with no desire whatsoever to run into another of his own, but he still found it interesting to hear of them nonetheless. Not to mention hearing of one that was clearly far older than himself.
Moon quite liked his own cozy little realm, young though it may be, it was his. He had bonded himself so tightly to the very fabric of the place that he had doubts for how long he could properly stray from it without consequence- not that he wanted to.
“… How very curious,” he smiled, offering the slightest tilt of his head “I do hope your time with them was peaceful. They can be such nasty little hosts at times,” he chuckled, somehow managing to sound both like he was making fun of himself yet not at all grouping himself with them at the same time. “What terrible taste, blood…” he hummed, making a face that failed to pull his smile down. He of course only sought after the eyes of his prey- to make an entire gorey mess just to make use of their innards sounded beyond distasteful as far as he was concerned.
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It’s May. This month makes it three years since I left the toxic religion I was raised in. This month makes it three years since I’ve felt like I was able to take control of my life, to make decisions for myself, to write and make things without fear of my writing or creativity being taken away from me or manipulated again.
It’s been three, very long years of unpacking all the baggage, going through it and all the trauma that surfaced when I was finally able to look at it and not just force myself to continue on for the sake of surviving.
It’s been three years since M passed away, the man I stood next to every week for years as we played music together, the man who really became the catalyst for my decision in the end.
It’s been three years since I bought my first cane. It’s been three years since I truly began to accept myself and the way my body works, since I really began to show myself the love and care I knew I was worthy of, despite what I had always been told.
It’s been three years and to be honest, I never thought I’d get this far, I never thought I’d feel this free. I never thought I’d get to actually live and enjoy my life, and it just feels so damn good.
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I'm nervous as hell. tomorrow I have to go see a specialist about the stuff I've been dealing with and they'll hopefully figure out what's going on. and then on thursday I'm going to officially give my job 2 weeks notice
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