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liquid-luck-00 · 3 years

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Truth / Lies

Bio!Dad Bruce

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Marinette slipped out of the apartment early the next morning. She ran through the city, the early morning air stung her skin, waking her up more with each step.

Last night was a whirlwind and she didn't let herself think about it. But now she was.

Three months, almost four.

She has only known she was a Wayne for four months.

If this had happened sooner. She shuddered at the thought, yet it still flitted across her mind. She would have married her brother had this happened sooner.

Would she have recognized Damian from the 10 seconds she spent looking at his photo that day. No, she wouldn't and that thought terrified her. If it happened before then, she wouldn't even know she had a brother.

Would Bruce have recognized her, maybe, but then again that was assuming he knew what she looked like. And knowing what and how this happened, they wouldn’t have even met until after the fact.

She didn't even realize she had made her regular circuit until she was back in front of their apartment building. She opened the door and made her way up.

Hopefully Tim was gone, and they wouldn't need to explain last night.

She opened the door and there was not only Tim, but also Dick, Jason, and Bruce. At the table was a statuesque Damian.

"How much did they get out of you?" She tentatively asked.

"They threatened to call Manhunter." Was his answer.

Okay they know nothing, but oh no, oh no, oh no. She sat next to Damian turning into statue number two.

"Mini, the two of you disappeared last night what happened." Dad tried to stay calm, but his patience must have been tested by Sol already.

"Two truths, one lie." She side eyed Damian.

"We were in Nanda Parbat." Damian started.

"We avoided one mind numbing wedding." Marinette continued.

"The order has a larger moral back-bone than the league."

"You two aren't seriously playing this game to stall, are you?!" Tim seemed close to a mental breakdown. Then again, he hasn't slept in a week, so them disappearing may be the straw that broke him.

"Nanda Parbat and the league are tied so 1 and 3 are true." Jason figured.

"I would agree if this wasn't the second time, they said they avoided a wedding." Tim sighed.

"But it doesn't add into any of the others." Dick added.

"This morning their excuse was they were avoiding a wedding." Tim supplied.

"The truths are 1 and 2." Dad spoke definitely.

"Care to fill in the rest of the class B." Jason scoffed.

"Mini looks down for a fraction of a second when she lies, and she didn't when she said 2. Leaving 1 or 3 as the lie. Damian doesn't have a tick but using what he said 1 is true." He explained.

"There is no way for them to make that round trip in such a short time." Dick thought aloud. "Unless the order is filled with magic users. Meaning it is possible. And kidnapping kids could count as a lower moral backbone."

"Okay, so you're right, but kidnapping isn't the reason the League has a larger moral compass." Marinette assured.

"Do we want to know why the League of fucking Assassins has a larger moral backbone than an order of supposedly good magicians?" Jay was the one to speak the question on everyone's mind.

"Well if not saying or attempting to stop marrying two underage people is any indication." Damian scoffed.

"I honestly think it was their idea in the first place." Marinette mused aloud.

"Please for the love of god tell me you two weren't the ones getting married." Tim finally put it together.

"We avoided one hell of a headache inducing wedding. What do you think." She confirmed exasperated.

In a second (4) Errors could be seen on the faces of their family.

"Mini how long will it take to get to the league with Kaalki?" Dad was the first to recover, but his voice was eerily level, scarier than his even tone as Batman.

"Instantaneously, but someone who knows it better should be the one opening the portal." She responded quickly.

"Give the glasses to your brother. Damian open a portal."

Neither of them put up a fight, doing exactly as they were told. Not 20 seconds later all six of them were back in the middle of the League of Assassins following a clearly pissed off Bruce Wayne.

Thank kwamii that everyone else seem to know exactly where they were going in this compound because she sure didn’t. She walked right next to Damian the entire time and they were both watching their fathers back.

Twist and turns one after another and they finally came to what she can only describe as a throne room. When she saw the piece of shit that is Damian's maternal grandfather once again.

"Ra's." Was all her father stated. It is no exaggeration when she says that the color drained from that man’s face. She apparently wasn’t the only one contemplating exactly what had gone down last night. And the inevitable reaction of her family. What she failed to notice however, but her father didn’t was next to him was the same monk, still there. "Name." He ordered.

"Su-Han." He still spoke with dignity, but fear crept into his voice and stance.

"What the fuck did you try to do to my kids." Bruce growled in that instant she stopped breathing.

"Holy shit did Bruce just..." Jason stage whispered to Dick. However, she still couldn’t breathe and just watched the exchange. If she didn’t know her father’s rule to not kill, she would think he would be about to kill both Ra's and Su-Han, but she did know that rule. She’s pretty sure her father my break it though.

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Bruce immediately was in a state of shock.

As Batman he had contingencies and plans in place for everything and anything. But this, this never was a probable scenario ever.

Once his shock faded, he saw red, he was absolutely livid. Children, his children, were almost married, for what. A feud that neither knew even existed.

"Mini how long will it take to get to the league with Kaalki?" His voice was dead even, attempting and failing to keep his anger in check. Thank God Hawkmoth was no more.

"Instantaneously, but someone who knows it better should be the one opening the portal." She responded quickly.

"Give the glasses to your brother. Damian open a portal."

Mini handed Damian the glasses, who immediately opened a portal. He walked through with his kids in tow, but he did not stray from his warpath. He found Ra's and another man, who wore the symbol on Mari's box.

"Ra's." Was all he said, knowing he had the man's attention the moment he entered. He showed no attempt to be bored. or uninterested. In fact, if it didn't seem impossible, Bruce would go so far as to say he was scared. He then looked over at the second man. "Name." He spoke again.

"Su-Han." He still spoke with dignity, but fear crept into his voice and stance.

"What the fuck did you try to do to my kids." Bruce demanded.

"It is not like you to visit." Ra's seemed to dance around his question.

"Why my kids?!" His voice rose and patience dwindled. So much so he didn't notice his two youngest slipped out of the room. While the older three seemed to be eating cookies and pastries, watching the show.

"Them being related was an unforeseen factor." Su-Han answered. "For there to be peace the two organizations needed to be unified."

"And both of you rubbed your cumulative two brain cells together and thought marrying two kids together is a valid response."

It was Ra's turn to speak. "Both of your children happen to be the next in line to command both respective organizations. Marriage was simply a contract between the two individual organizations to maintain peace. Although that failed to occur."

"Why did marriage come before I don't know, a god damn Peace treaty." He stopped to breathe.

"Given our history." Su-Han tried to make a point, but he didn't let him.

"You want history, I hear they have been around since the time of the Ancient Egyptians and the Ancient Babylonian Empires."

Both men stood there seemingly trying to formulate any response that could work. “Marriage was the most reliable method to promote unity between the two.”

"Bullshit, you both wanted something quick and easy." An explosion was heard in the compound, sending Ra's into a fighting stance. "You both wanted to make it their responsibility to keep the peace. And when it would fail you would use it as an excuse to return to fighting one another."

A full minute of pure silence when no one so much as moved drawled on. Until the doors opened, and in walked his children, as a fox and a horse with two Kwamii in front of them.

"Are you two the ones responsible for the explosion?"

They looked at one another, then back at him. Damian was the one who answered. "Yes."

"What did you four do?" He asked, although he only did so more out of obligation than curiosity.

"We may have destroyed all the Pools of Miracles." Tikki flew forward and answered.

"You destroyed the Lazarus Pits / Pools!" Was shouted by Ra's and Su-Han.

"Yes, so it's magic cannot be further twisted." Mari stood firm.

"And for the monks to stop using it to extend their lives." Damian added.

"Can I spite them now?" A cat Kwamii he never met before asked him.

"I should be more disappointed, but I'm not." He sighed. "Go on ahead."

"Pigtails your family is the best." The cat cheered. "Now for you two."

The best way to explain what he did was that he phased through each of their hearts and floated on back. The entire time he were a grin that rivaled the cheshire cat.

"Plagg, what did you do?" Tikki tentatively asked.

"What's the fun in telling you now. Plagg cackled. With that they all left, back to Paris. Never mess with his kids, because one they can God damn take care of themselves and two, he may not kill but he will supervise if even one of them is hurt.

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sepublic · 3 years

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New Descriptions!!!

Firstly, we have Hunting Palismen! Palisman Pairing Day… Eda mentioned in Witches before Wizards that witches get their STAFFS when they graduate, which;

Does this mean that Witches get their Palismans prior to graduation… But they only get the staffs needed to wield them upon graduation? Or did the rules change in the last thirty or so years? Is Belos trying to get kids to graduate ASAP to enter his workforce, bind them into a coven as early as possible?

WILL WE SEE THE OTHERS WITH THEIR OWN PALISMEN I am SO excited for this episode, will we see Willow, Gus, and Amity with palismen? Background characters with palismen, and cameos for Boscha, Skara, Viney and the Detention Kids??? Palismen would provide SUCH an opportunity for aesthetic and character symbolism, I am HYPED…!

I do have to wonder- Will kids actually make their palismen, or are they just figuring out which type they’ll pair with? Eda said she made Owlbert, but she’s an exception- So it’s possible that Palismen are premade and assigned to witches… Is this another change from Belos, or how it’s always been?

If kids aren’t making palismen anymore, could it be due to palisman wood dwindling as a resource, so they have to reuse some? That’d be interesting… And of course, Luz doesn’t pair with any particular palisman of her own! Is the Cardinal from the trailers a Palisman she tried to assign herself towards, but it just didn’t work out- And now the two are working together, perhaps to eventually find out that it CAN work?

Will Luz perhaps go reach out to the Bat Queen to figure out what her Palisman should be, maybe even adopt one? Again, I adore the idea of Luz adopting a broken palisman for a HUGE list of reasons, found family and whatnot, and also the idea of conservation and rehabilitation, giving these palismans a new home of sorts, how it defies the prejudice that some people have about adopting previously-owned or abuse pets, shelter pets, etc.

Perhaps Luz will start off with the idea of finding a lost and broken Palisman –like herself- with the Bat Queen, only to stumble across Kikimora and the Emperor’s Coven trying to attack! She of course helps, but this also makes me wonder- With the mention of a ‘foe’ that Luz is working with… Is she working with the Golden Guard? It’s an idea I’d considered beforehand, hence why she has his staff- After all, GG is a rather diplomatic person who will initiate deals and alliances with his enemies without anyone really asking him to!

Again, there’s that shot from the trailer that looks like his own staff was made from a wild witch’s… Will we see the Golden Guard give a flashback, some backstory into how Belos killed and consumed his Palisman, before converting GG’s staff into the technological one we see today? Does the Golden Guard want to secretly, covertly defy Belos’ extermination of Palismen and their wood, due to his own sentimental feelings and morality- Or is he just trying to use Luz, and she sees a mutual goal she can help him with?

Perhaps the Golden Guard arranges for a deal with Luz- He’ll stop hunting Palismen if she helps him with this… And/or he’s secretly going against Belos, but in a way that still benefits everyone! It’s possible the Cardinal that Luz has on her shoulder is a broken palisman she befriends- But what if it’s GG in disguise? What if that’s his own palisman, a new one he befriended after the first was killed by Belos, and GG has decided that no more… No more palismen will be hurt!

Him siding with Luz for this one incident could add to the Golden Guard’s placement between Lilith and Kikimora in the intro… And it’d add to his general ambiguity as a character, as someone who DOES disagree with Belos and will gladly go against him from time to time, but otherwise supports him for the most part. GG could be a contrast and parallel to Lilith, as someone in the Emperor’s Coven with his own morals that makes him defy Belos behind his back, even if overall he still agrees- Except he’s operating more on moral principles, compared to Lilith’s needed bias with her own sister.

We might see Kikimora figure out the Golden Guard’s treachery and get deeply angered, especially since she’s had to deal with this kid for so long- So she sees an opportunity for some vengeance and transforms into that Hand Dragon… And it’s possible we’ll see GG be banned from the Emperor’s Coven for this, which would REALLY change things up, quickly, as he becomes a rogue agent of his own, one that Luz begins to sympathize with and wants to convince to join her cause…

Or, GG’s mistake will be tolerated. He might remain hidden, and/or he makes up for it… But he also might get punished, as I’ve speculated before!

Then in Eda’s Requiem, we have a ‘special witch’ from Eda’s past, obviously Rayne… And they’re enlisting her help in a rebellion against Belos??? This could be a trap, what if it’s not public that Rayne has officially replaced the Bard Coven leader… Their promotion could be EXTREMELY recent, by the events of this episode actually!

Are they rebelling in part because they don’t want this position, and/or they accepted it as a means of infiltrating Belos’ network and providing information to the rebellion? Could Rayne be associated with the investors at Blight Industries, who seemed interested in the Abomatons and other inventions of Alador- Because the Golden Guard implies the potential for a private army? We might see other pockets and cells of rebellion, some with less altruistic motives, come into play- Especially with Willow and Gus’ protest emboldening everyone.

Is Rayne being ideological, or do they have their own motives? I’ve speculated before that the original Bard Head was their father… Did Belos kill their father, leading to Rayne’s disillusionment? Is Rayne trying to protect their father, and that’s how they were enlisted as his replacement in the first place? Did Rayne’s father also plot against Belos and was deposed and/or killed for this, and now Rayne is following in his footsteps?

We could see the show suggest and delve into the idea of a full-blown rebellion against Belos, with Rayne possibly working at the helm, but who knows? Maybe they’ll have to betray Eda after all –again, for their father- or so they can prove themselves to Belos and be promoted as Coven Head… Either for personal gain, or because they’re trying to work against the Emperor from within!

Which could lead to a painful misunderstanding, fully justifiable on Eda’s behalf, that Rayne doesn’t care and just used her… Which isn’t entirely wrong, either- And Rayne can only accept this in agonizing silence, because they can’t tell the truth, at least not yet…

Or, Eda and Rayne knowingly work together to get the latter the Bard Head position! Maybe Eda forgives Rayne a little when she finds out, and respects the mischief and trickery and scamming! Rayne’s betrayal could remind her of Lilith, but if Rayne was actually altruistic in THEIR motives, that could change things for Eda… But it’s called Eda’s Requiem, so we might expect angst and a genuine betrayal, a loss of friendship- And THAT would hurt!

And then, Knock, Knock, Knockin’ on Hooty’s Door has him attempting to help the trio! Baseless speculation I shall throw out, will he try to turn himself into an autonomous creature to help, only to transform into a terrifying owl monster, the one from the trailer? Maybe from trying to split the curse further with Eda and Lilith? Or will this just be a breather episode where the characters are allowed to mostly just exist and interact with one another, enjoy each other? That’d be nice…

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mrsjadecurtiss · 3 years

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Hello! I would like to add to the Roose-Worse-Than-Ramsay? discussion that Roose says no tales are ever told of him. A very good metaphor I saw used by nobodysuspectsthebutterfly is that Ramsay is a serial killer who terrifies a town for a summer, while Roose is the serial killer who has decades of bodies below his basement and in his backyard. Remember what Roose did to Pretty Pia and other women in Harranhal, building stocks for their rape.

Hi, thank you for the question! :)

"A very good metaphor I saw used by nobodysuspectsthebutterfly is that Ramsay is a serial killer who terrifies a town for a summer, while Roose is the serial killer who has decades of bodies below his basement and in his backyard."

The metaphor I tend to go for is that, while Ramsay is the serial killer that terrorizes the town for a summer, Roose is the CEO that abuses and exploits his workers and commits countless crimes from tax fraud to rape and worse that he never gets arrested for because of his wealth and power (who also lets said serial killer run rampant because of nepotism).

Roose is a critique of the inherent corruption of the ruling class, and just because his crimes arent as flashy as Ramsay's does not make him a better person - in a way he is worse than Ramsay because if it wasn't for him upsetting his status quo with the red wedding, he would have probably never been "found out"/brought to justice. He mirrors people commonly found in the real world to this day.

However, Ramsay's crimes need to be "worse than Roose' crimes", as in, more vile and extreme and horrifyingly gory, because in terms of story he is needed to expose the inherent flaws in Roose' conduct and way of life.

Roose is written as a foil to Ned Stark. Ned is known for his honorable conduct and a solid good heart, which shapes his legacy even beyond his death, and his rule creates a land of people who are generally satisfied and peaceful. Roose, on the surface, tries to achieve the same thing, and in the best case it looks as though he succeeds:

"A peaceful land, a quiet people. That has always been my rule." - Reek III, aDwD

The difference lies in the way they achieve this. Roose is amoral, commits heinous crimes, and acts in selfish ways, and tries to cover his wrongdoings up or hide them away, achieving a surface-level peace.

"She told me that when her dead husband's brother saw those eyes, he beat her bloody and drove her from the mill. That annoyed me, so I gave her the mill and had the brother's tongue cut out, to make certain he did not go running to Winterfell with tales that might disturb Lord Rickard. Each year I sent the woman some piglets and chickens and a bag of stars, on the understanding that she was never to tell the boy who had fathered him. " - Reek III, aDwD

Now, if everyone involved acts the way Roose wants it, this works out, and he can live in peace. If Ramsay had an amiable personality like Roose' son Domeric had, or was at worst just a younger version of his father, Roose wouldn't have any problems, and the way he leads his life would be seen as a "success" by him.

However, Ramsay is vile and evil, impulsive, unbelievably violent, and his father despairs of him:

Roose made a face, as if the ale he was sipping had suddenly gone sour. "There are times you make me wonder if you truly are my seed. My forebears were many things, but never fools." - Reek III, aDwD

This shows the limit of Roose' code of conduct, and that the way he acts is wrong and will never be sustainable. If he had acted as morally correct as Ned did all his life, he would have never fathered Ramsay, never made the miller's wife hate him and sow the desire to be heir in Ramsay, never have the first Reek corrupt Ramsay. Ramsay ruining Roose' life appears textually as a symbol of all of his past wrongdoings coming back to haunt him, a metaphor of his crimes against the smallfolk made flesh.

Ramsay shows the limits of Roose' selfish and morally wrong rule, as his framework does not account for someone as depraved as Ramsay; he cannot weasel himself out of this situation, as he is too weak/selfish to banish or kill Ramsay, and does not possess the moral tools/wisdom to mold Ramsay into a person that can work in this society. Roose' conduct worked out for him because he himself is restrained/lowkey enough, but it does not provide a framework for someone like Ramsay to understand why the way he is acting is wrong.

"No tales were ever told of me. Do you think I would be sitting here if it were otherwise? Your amusements are your own, I will not chide you on that count, but you must be more discreet. A peaceful land, a quiet people. That has always been my rule. Make it yours." - Reek III, aDwD

His code of conduct is a selfish one: He does not provide moral reasons for actions, instead he preaches people to act in a way that benefits their selfish desires the most. So when Roose' desire for a peaceful land and a good reputation clashes with Ramsay's desire for violence and for people to fear him, his code of conduct does not offer a guideline for Ramsay to understand /why/; beyond that it is merely Roose' own desire. There are no rules in Roose' life beyond that everything should ideally go the way that benefits Roose the most. According to Roose, Ramsay's amusements arent bad for moral reasons, they are bad because they are inconvenient to Roose' desire for a stable rule; so if Ramsay does not agree with this desire, there is no reason for him to stop.

Ned's strong moral code provides himself and his children with a framework to act that is consistent; abiding by it both when it is favourable and when it is inconvenient. An inconvenience is accepted with the knowledge that it brings a net good through the idea of justice and fairness.

Roose' code is inconsistent, and oriented around eliminating inconvenience as often as possible. This brings no framework to act around, and thus allows a man as vile as Ramsay to exist and thrive within this system, exposing its flaws; since an act that is bad in one situation can be good in another as long as the result is beneficial, Ramsay's disturbing acts are given a loophole to exist. Ramsay being more openly extreme and crassly violent than his father lays this open for all the world to see, as his bad behaviour harms Roose' plans and does great political damage.

So Ramsay's purpose is twofold, demonstrating the failure of Roose' way of life both in showing the consequences of Roose' own bad actions, as well as showing that his way of life cannot provide a sustainable framework for someone else to act on.

"Remember what Roose did to Pretty Pia and other women in Harranhal, building stocks for their rape."

The sad thing about this is that this is not anything unique to Roose - look at what Tywin did to Tysha, his father’s mistress, or the Castameres... This type of crime is emblematic of the corruption of the rich and powerful. Roose isnt bad because he is somehow uniquely evil where merely getting rid of him specifically would solve all the problems, he is bad because as long as the system that molded, raised, and benefitted him is in place, there always are and will be people like him.

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paradife-loft · 3 years

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Hi! I absolutely love the meta about NMJ's Empathy memories being unreliable, and it's got me wondering about how his qi deviation and death actually went. Since LXC says he saw the qi deviation (and Fatal Journey says it was in public), what's your take on how JGY got NMJ into his secret room so he and Xue Yang could use the Tiger Seal (and eventually kill him)? Fatal Journey has the Nie sect holding a funeral for him, so presumably NHS had /soneone's/ body to bury, but then in The Untamed LXC later says something like he 'hasn't heard from' NMJ in years and had feared the worst, so things... don't seem to add up? What do you think?

Aaah, okay, so: first off, I’m incredibly sorry it’s taken me so long to answer this, and I nonetheless very much appreciate your interest in my opinions here <3 If you’re still hanging around/following me/reading my blog, anon, idk how obvious it’s been that I’ve… not been having the best few months brain-wise, but that’s basically all I can offer as an excuse for why this reply is coming so late. Thank you for your patience!

So, okay, I think I’m going to try and tackle this question from a couple different angles. First of all, I think it’s worth looking at the material provided in the contained story of the 50 episodes of The Untamed on its own, to see what that suggests, before bringing in outside or supplemental sources, which is what for this purpose I’d consider spin-off movies, details in other versions of the broader MDZS story material, etc. to be. Also, I want to note upfront that while I do tend to incorporate different details and versions of events from both CQL and MDZS into my personal headcanon, what I write in my fic, etc. because I think they tend to provide interesting possibilities, elaborations, and what-ifs for a broader composite MDZS-adaptation-universe – for the purposes of this post, I’m going to stick to material from The Untamed and Fatal Journey only. Mostly, my reason for that is that there’s a few logistically distinct details of how the qi deviation happens in MDZS compared to CQL – one being, it happens at Qinghe rather than Lanling – that I believe affect the timeline of what Jin Guangyao is doing with Nie Mingjue’s corpse in the first place.

Alright so, in The Untamed alone, the evidence such as we have includes: the Empathy sequence involving the qi deviation in episode 41, and Lan Xichen’s statement in episode 39 recounting that he saw it happen himself at Jinlintai, and that after hearing nothing from/about Nie Mingjue since, he’s been “mentally prepared” - presumably, for the news that he’s dead. What I’m inclined to take from those two pieces of information, is essentially a story like this: NMJ qi deviates, very publically, and at some point while this is happening, he makes a break for it and leaves Jinlintai, and whatever presumably messy trail he leaves in the process ends up going cold for anyone trying to follow, with no NMJ around to be seen. With various factors at Jinlintai invested in retrieving him for attempting to turn him into a controllable fierce corpse, it’s pretty easy to imagine that, besides whatever above-board search party tried to follow him, there would also have been another party closely watching his movements for an opportune moment to slip in and scoop him up to bring him back to the secret treasure room for fierce corpse experimentation – hence why the trail would’ve gone cold.

Now, the actual scene showing the qi deviation itself doesn’t include multiple elements I’m positing or including here – specifically, the presence of a bunch of third parties actually witnessing it, LXC included, and then also the idea that NMJ ever left that one landing at the top of the stairs during the qi deviation at all. But, since we see in other parts of the Empathy sequence that the events shown can be… a bit more impressionistic than accurate; and furthermore since it seems reasonable to posit that the memories of the time when he has a literal break with reality might be even less literally reliable than the rest of them – I think those aspects can be reasonably explained away as that scene portraying more of what the qi deviation felt like from the inside, than what an outside observer would’ve seen. Nie Mingjue’s focus is Jin Guangyao, so Jin Guangyao is all he sees – up until Nie Huaisang breaks through that monomaniacal focus and is seen, finally, as himself.

(If you particularly want to pull out some feelings, I might even suggest the idea that finally seeing a distraught NHS was the thing that pulled NMJ sufficiently out of his rage to be lucid enough to flee – and that he booked it in part because he was terrified and ashamed to possibly hurt his younger brother, whether physically or emotionally by letting him see NMJ in such an awful state.

So then, aside from that: the question of what we see in Fatal Journey. I’ve actually been trying to find an answer about what kinds of mourning customs would be followed or even possible if a family didn’t actually have their loved one’s body on hand to bury, but thusfar my internet searching hasn’t really gotten me any useful information one way or another – if anyone reading has an idea or some good sources to point me to, I’d love to hear them! Everything I’ve read so far seems to very tightly marry the performance of appropriate rites and the presence of a body together.

That said, looking back through the actual funeral scene in Fatal Journey, I also wasn’t able to notice the presence of a coffin anywhere in the set, either? We see a memorial tablet, set up in the front of the throne room at Qinghe, and what looks like a brief shot of some offerings, and NHS stoking the fire, but in the couple brief scenes of the inside of the hall, I don’t think there was a coffin set up there? (Or, for that matter, out in the courtyard which we get a longer look at, either.) Compared to what I at least assume is a coffin with Jin Zixuan’s body inside during the mourning scene in episode 32, I feel like it’s reasonable to guess that, even with Fatal Journey included, whatever mourning rites took place at Qinghe after NMJ’s death, they may simply have not involved a body or a burial at all.

- And actually, now that I’m thinking about it, taking Fatal Journey into consideration overall suggests that it might ultimately be the norm at Qinghe to hold mourning rites without a body present – because per the lore additions in the movie, the Nie sect leaders go down to die on their own at the bottom of the saber tomb, and it sure doesn’t look like anybody had been going down there to retrieve them once they did? So, I don’t know, maybe there’s some sort of symbolic burial of something associated with the sect leader as a Nie custom, to keep things looking a bit more normal and less “we build a tomb for these resentment-filled blade spirits that eat our sect leader’s sanity”, and that’s also what ended up being done for Nie Mingjue? But, yeah, there’s no real confirmation happening even in the movie that NHS was able to come back with a body to bury, so I don’t think that necessarily contradicts the idea that NMJ could have gone missing during his qi deviation and never been properly recovered for a 100% confirmed death.

(That said, I personally don’t tend to incorporate, oh, most of the specific events or points of lore from Fatal Journey into my own readings on various elements of the story? Like, quite frankly, I don’t really like the movie that much, and I think it opens up a lot more unnecessary character and worldbuilding questions without doing a good job of integrating them back into the rest of The Untamed’s continuity (er, such as it exists XD). So I don’t necessarily have an opinion on whether “the Nie sect generally doesn’t do bodily burials of is clan leaders” is an idea anyone should pick up for The Untamed canon; merely that if you do take the events of Fatal Journey as canon, it certainly seems like it could be a possibility.)

(And again, big, big big disclaimer here that, e.g. if holding any kind of mourning rites without a body present is actually super Not Done, then what I’m saying with this part might be totally moot, and then well…. who knows, there’s plenty of speculation that could be used to cover that gap up – maybe “they never found the body” wasn’t actually widespread knowledge, but rather just information LXC had special access to due to the relationships he had with the people involved? – and some set of people depending on your preferences conspired to get another body to stand in for NMJ’s to allow them to hold a funeral? ….Which honestly sounds incredibly sketchy to me on its own, but considering all the other professionally Yikes-style desecrations of bodies that happen in this story…. who knows? I’m really just tossing out ideas here at this point, not saying I necessarily endorse any of them outside of “I think this could potentially work in some way without being out of character for anybody”.)

Anyway… I hope that answers your question, anon, and is otherwise interesting for everyone else reading? Thank you for the ask, and apologies again for taking so long to respond! <3

#ask a James #meta #no good things for the poor sad cultivators #The Untamed #Nie Mingjue #rambling #op #Anonymous

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Tomura with a motherly hero s/o✨💫yes I required this now❤️ pretty please with a cherry on top?💕💕💗💕 or anything Tomura related will bring me great joy💗💗💕💗

me, looking at Tomura with a motherly hero S/O who loves and wants to take care of him: this sparks joy

also this got embarrassingly long wHOOPS I UH.................

I have no defense for myself, jUST TAKE IT

this is based on, A, the “let her come to me” scene from Moana, and B, the OC I’m currently fleshing out to ship with Tomura, but I tried to make most of it vague enough that u can obviously substitute urself or ur own OC!!! <3

you’ll always be safe with me now that I found you you will see my love surround you soft as a rainbow I’ll be your halo you’ll always be safe with me.

―Megan Nicole, “Safe With Me”

When the other heroes at (Name)’s agency, her coworkers and her interns and everyone who keeps her place running, tried to keep her apart from TOMURA Shigaraki, she knew it was just out of concern for her. (She’s kind, not stupid, and she knows her lover is far from a beacon of purity.)

She told them she would focus on her agency for a bit, which is the same thing she told Tomura, because she felt it was the solution. Her friends would relax knowing she didn’t spend every single night lying next to a villain who could kill her by holding her hand, if he wanted to. Tomura would sulk without her presence, but ultimately, letting him know that she’d be busy for a month or two would assure him it wasn’t personal.

Her agency would improve for her being there more often, and she could reassure her friends that Tomura wasn’t going to hurt her, turn her to villainy, or hurt anyone else who was close to her. The relationship between her and Tomura would only strengthen with a little absence, and she could go back to him without any hurt feelings.

The fact that Tomura is tearing through her agency right now tells her that she has made a significant error in judgment.

All of her friends are terrified, either holed up in closets or out there trying to keep him away from the security room where she’s watching everything. Despite the fact that he isn’t using his Quirk on any of them, he is using other physical weapons, and he’s not showing any mercy. While it’s scaring everyone else, to see him doing this is just sad to (Name).

He’s minus the hands that he normally has attached to him, including the one that covers his face. His skin is paler and drier and there are tears running down his face. He’s breaking things and shoving her coworkers and screaming at the top of his lungs.

“Let me see her! I can’t do this! I can’t do it anymore! I need her! You took her away from me, you bastards!! I NEED HER!”

She’s seen Tomura cry before, but never like this. It’s like his soul is being shredded apart, coming out in grating shrieks that scrape his throat raw. This is a desperate man ― someone who believes that the one person who has ever shown him kindness is never returning to him.

And he’s dealing with that possibility the same way he deals with every other stressor: violence. He doesn’t know how else to handle any kind of feelings, even now that his mental state is starting to improve. This is a side of him she hasn’t seen in quite a while, as if he’s regressed because he thinks he’s lost her entirely.

Surely he can’t really think that…?

As she watches, it becomes apparent that he doesn’t take any particular pleasure in causing this chaos and pain. Because he thinks her friends don’t want him here, however, it’s the only thing he’s prepared for, and the others have only reinforced that by attacking him.

Suddenly, a high-pitched whine from the PA system echoes through every single room, before (Name)’s voice rings out.

“Heroes, stop fighting. Let him come to me.”

The interruption stuns everyone who’s currently engaged in battle, including Tomura. From what she can see through the monitors, he looks shocked to hear her, and shocked at what she’s saying. The expression on his face reads as if he’s just heard an angel speaking to him and he’s not sure whether to believe it’s real.

One of her coworkers glances toward the speaker and slowly shakes his head. “Are you crazy, (Name)? No chance! He’s gonna hurt you!”

Even though it’s not unreasonable to think, she knows it isn’t the case. Tomura doesn’t want to hurt her. The pieces have clicked together in her mind, and she knows what he wants.

“Please,” she adds with a tone that is softer and yet somehow firmer. “I know what I’m doing.”

Tears form in her eyes and she has no doubt that everyone can hear them in her voice.

“Let him come to me.”

Her friends all look at each other, then at Tomura. At last, they step aside into the wreckage, affording him a clear path. “She’s in the security office. Please don’t hurt her. Please.”

All of about five seconds pass before Tomura is standing before (Name). He’s so distraught that he’s used his Quirk the door, leaving it a pile of dust.

His posture now is sheepish, as if he’s afraid to face her after what he’s just done. He shifts from one foot to another, unsure of how to distribute his weight, and both hands keep rubbing at the opposite arm, then fidgeting with his fingers, then repeating the process. It reminds her of a child with separation anxiety who’s admitted to messing up the entire house because he missed his parents. He knows it was wrong, but he was so upset and frustrated and he didn’t know what else to do.

She takes a step toward him with the intention of pulling him close. “Tomura, I’m so sor―”

That little step she took seems to be the inch he needs to take a mile. Her words are cut off as he rushes forward, throwing his arms around her. “No, don’t be! I’m sorry!! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, (Name), I’m sorry!” He’s sobbing into her shoulder and breaking down so loudly that she’s sure her friends can hear it in the other room. His arms are so tight it feels like he never wants to let go.

“Whatever I did, I’ll… I’ll make up for it, I promise! A-am I too ugly? I’ll start covering up my scars, and I’ll ― I’ll brush my hair, and I’ll shower more often, and… and what else is it? I always, always planned to spare you, but if you want me to spare a few other people, I’ll do that too! I’ll… I’ll be smarter, and I can dress better, and ― and I’ll even let you win every single game we play!”

His tears are soaking into her shirt now; he’s crying to the point where it sounds like his breathing is suffering for it. His legs shake, and when he pulls her down to the ground, she doesn’t stop him. “Just tell me what I did wrong so I can fix myself!!”

For a long moment, she can only stare at him in sorrow. He looks broken. He obviously feels broken. He thinks he’s done something so bad just by existing day to day, something so bad that she never wanted to see him again, when she told him outright that it was work, and that she was going to see him again.

How hurt has he been that he thinks he’s going to be left alone even when he was explicitly told she would come back?

How deep does his pain go that he believes he must have done something wrong to drive her away, when she’s stayed with him so long already?

Has he not been through enough? When will his mind stop tormenting him? Is there anything that can be said or done that might have even a small chance at healing this poor man?

“Tomura… sweetheart…” Her surprise gives way to concern almost in an instant, and then gradually, into the confidence she needs to at least begin to try to help him. Her arms circle around him in kind, drawing him as close as she possibly can. If she could meld the two of them into a single being and make him feel how much she loves him, she would. She can’t. This and talking will have to do. “This had nothing to do with you. The agency needed me around a little more for a bit. That’s all.”

He doesn’t believe her, because he keeps crying. She’s never seen him like this. “You left me! You left me all by myself and it’s been so long and you weren’t going to come back!” When he pulls away to look up at her, she sees it clearly: his neck. There are long scratch marks over it, some healing and scabbed over, some with freshly dried blood. They look worse than she’s ever seen them. “And I need you! You’re the only good thing I ever found in this stupid fucking world and I can’t…” His voice comes out in a choked whisper, “… I can’t go back to being alone. They took you away and they don’t want you with me and you were going to stay here and… and never…”

A few quiet shushes fall from her lips as she takes him in her arms again. “Shhh, shh, Tomura. I was going to come back. I love you so much.” She draws back and ghosts her fingers over his neck. She can’t help but frown, especially as she sees him shudder… both from the physical sensation, and with obvious disgust in himself as he must think she’s repulsed. “I love you,” she repeats even more fiercely.

She runs her hand through his hair and once more wraps him up in an embrace. “I would never leave you alone. And if that isn’t the kind of statement you can trust, that’s okay. But I want you to be able to trust me. That’s what relationships are built on. Trust.” Her forehead rests against his, and gradually, she feels his shallow, frenzied breathing begin to get deeper and slower. “I will never, ever leave you. If you can’t trust someone saying that and meaning it, that’s okay, too. Just trust me. You are the love of my life. Even though work takes me away sometimes, I’m not going to be gone forever, and even when it happens, it’s not because of anything you did.”

She offers him a smile, which he can only feel because her lips rest lightly against his. “Your messy hair and clothes are adorable. You don’t need to hide your scars, because they’re a part of you… but I just don’t want you being in so much pain that you make new ones. I want those scars to be a symbol of something you survived. That something tried to take you down, and you were strong enough to come out on top, even if you were fighting against yourself. We can take showers together. And I don’t need to win games.”

Her heart feels so heavy when he trembles in her arms, wanting to be closer to her, because she’s failed to protect him. Once she realized just how traumatized this man is, she silently vowed to keep him safe in any way she could. She’s broken that vow, and she will not break it again.

“It’s true that I would be relieved if you abandoned the idea of razing the world to the ground. But just because you think that’s a solution to your pain, it doesn’t mean you’re not worthy of my love. You’re human, just like me. Just like the rest of us. And you’ve been hurt.” She takes his face in her hands and kisses his lips. They’re chapped and raw against hers, but he readily kisses back as if he’s hungry for her. “You deserve to be loved, Tomura. And for as long as you can stand my insufferable hero company, I want to be someone who gives it to you.”

His breath is quivery against her lips before he buries his face in her neck and sobs again. “I… I miss you. I was so scared you weren’t going to come back… the thought of never seeing you again… it drove me crazy. I-I couldn’t take it. You matter more than anything else. I need you. You’re the only good thing about this world and I… I didn’t…” He tightens his arms around her. “I didn’t want that to go away. You take such good care of me and it’s like you love everyone and everything…”

She feels his frame shake with a laugh. “I-I never understand how you do it! Sometimes you just seem like that’s all you want to do is take care of everything and make sure the people you care about are okay, and I look at you and I think, ‘How the hell does she do that?!’ Because… y-you’re the only thing I care about in this world… the only thing I really care about… I hate everything else. Everyone else. I can’t imagine caring about everything and everyone like you do. But it’s… it’s nice. You’re so full of love. You’re so warm.” How he manages to grip her tighter still, she doesn’t quite know.

“… I just… don’t want you to ever go away… I want to have you with me forever… I want to be someone who deserves to have your light shining on me… I love you… I-I need you…”

Things seem calmer now. His rage and panic have cooled from a wildfire to a bed of dying embers. Now he’s simply holding onto her as if she’s his last connection to the world. She continues to stroke his hair as they sit on the floor together, two people on opposite sides of a fight who love each other. It makes them both think maybe there’s hope.

“I need you, too,” she whispers against the shell of his ear. “More than anything, I just want to take care of you. Nobody else has ever done that and you deserve it. Everything that happened to you should never have happened. But it did. And now I want to do what everyone should have done for you from the beginning. I promise you, I will never leave you alone, even if sometimes I have to be away from you.”

She kisses the top of his head, his forehead, down his cheeks, against his jaw, even against the scars and new marks on his neck. She pauses when she sees them, reminded of how isolated he must have been these last few weeks without seeing her every day. “Tomura,” she murmurs with her lips next to these wounds. “If I’m going to take care of you, you need to take care of yourself, too. Whenever I’m away… you still have your cell phone, right? I should give you a call every day. I’m sorry I didn’t do that before. Would that make you feel better about me being away? Talking to me every day ― do you think that might help reassure you that I’m not going to leave?”

He’s quiet for a moment; just soaking in her touch and that warmth of hers he can feel. It’s a luxury he got used to and when it was suddenly taken away, he missed it more than anything. “… I… I guess… we could try that. It’s not the same as holding you… but… I do like hearing your voice. It would be better than nothing.”

“We could do a video call,” she amends. “That way you can see my face too.” She presses the tip of her nose against his. “And I could see yours. I like hearing your voice and seeing your face, too. Even if it’s not the same as being together.”

“Mmh.” He nods tiredly. His fury is gone, replaced only with a need for her. “Can I call you any time? Whenever I feel… like this? Worried and lonely? Whenever I want to make sure you’re still coming back?”

She lavishes more kisses on his neck and his cheeks, her fingers gently untangling any knots they find in his hair. (Just because it’s messy and cute doesn’t mean she wants it forming clumps that are going to be agonizing to get out.) “I might not pick up if I’m in the middle of something, but as soon as I see that you called me, I’ll call you back. Is that okay?”

“I… I guess that… would be fine.” He sighs, accompanied by a slumping of his shoulders. “What’s that word I… have to work on? ‘Compromise’?”

She can’t help a laugh from bubbling up out of her throat. “You’re doing good so far. We can make this work. We just need to talk to each other. I’m sorry I didn’t think of any of this before. If it makes you feel better, I’ve been thinking about you a lot. Counting the minutes until I could come be with you again.”

The smile he gives her is small, genuine, almost shy in a way. “… That helps a little.”

“Good. Now, Tomura… honey.” Another kiss. “Could you apologize to my friends? You scared them a lot, and you did hurt some of them. It might make them less inclined to think bad about you if they know you’re sorry.”

A puff of air is snorted through his nose. “… I probably… should, shouldn’t I?”

“Like I said, it would be a good idea.”

“Hm. Well ― could you come spend the night with me?”

Her mouth curves upward. She knows she can’t bribe him forever, but he seems to be starting to learn on his own, too. “I could, and I would, and I would love to.”

“… Fine. Then I’ll go say sorry.”

She rewards him with another kiss, which he eagerly returns. “There’s my good boy.”

#self harm tw #self mutilation tw #My Hero Academia #Boku no Hero Academia #Tomura #Tomura Shigaraki #scenario #romantic #drama #angst #hurt/comfort #GOD my heart hurts for him this was so much!!!!!!#I can't believe I wrote all this holy shits #ENJOY THE MAN

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wonderfulworldofmichaelford · 4 years

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Psycho Analysis: Pyramid Head

(WARNING! This analysis contains SPOILERS!)

Silent Hill is a franchise known for its numerous grotesque, disturbing monster designs, but one stands out as one of the most famous and iconic of them all: Pyramid Head, the angular executioner who debuted in the second game of the franchise. After so long of Pyramid Head being pushed as the mascot of the franchise and being slapped into other games and the movies without a care, it can be interesting to go back to his game of origin and discover Pyramid Head is as rich and symbolic a beast as any of the other creatures that haunt the titular town of the game.

Motivation/Goals: Pyramid Head is an aspect of Silent Hill and James’ mind, and so he really only has one goal: force James to acknowledge his role in the death of his wife. To this end, he ruthlessly pursues James, but at the same time he also helps him in a few ways, and there are even times where it seems he is letting James go when he could easily just kill him, such as when James is hiding in the closet. In some ways you could read Pyramid Head in a more anti-villainous role because of this, doing what he does only to push James into that final confrontation where he accepts his guilt and overcomes his desire to be punished. Of course, that is but one way to look at what he does; as a silent, unstoppable, implacable monster, it is really up to the player to discern why exactly Pyramid Head does what he does.

Personality: As mentioned above, Pyramid Head is rather mysterious, at some points feeling like an unstoppable juggernaut while at other points seeming like a mysterious judge and jury to James (as well as executioner if the player isn’t careful). He at once is an anti-villain, a psychological torment, a personification of guilt, a bloody executioner, a boogeyman… and it is up to the imagination of the player to fill in the blanks as to why Pyramid Head acts as it does. All that is clear is it exists to punish James ad it seemingly wants him to come to terms with his murdering of his wife, but how he goes about doing this opens up a world of possibilities in interpreting his actions. I suppose in some regards the point is moot, as Pyramid Head is just a psychological aspect of the protagonist brought out by the eldritch nature of the town… but what fun is going with something so simple as that?

Final Fate: James eventually comes to realize that he no longer needs Pyramid Head to punish him. When this happens, a boss fight ensues which ends when both Pyramid Heads take their spears and commit suicide with them. It’s a bit underwhelming while also being ultimately symbolic of James’ character development over the course of the game as well as his newfound willingness to accept responsibility for what he did. Of course, depending on the ending, James can just utterly ignore that development, but hey.

Best Scene: Pyramid Head has a lot of moments that truly stand out, particularly his appearance in the maze which leads to a very gruesome end for Maria, as well as the infamous scene in which he brutally rapes two other monsters to death. But I think one of his best moments is one easily missed. Early on, you can find him simply standing behind a slightly-out-of-the-way fence in the apartments. He doesn’t do anything. He just stands there. Watching. Judging.

Final Thoughts & Score: Pyramid Head is an absolutely fascinating monster, one that truly takes the psychological aspects that make Silent Hill 2 to the next level. As a physical manifestation of James’ guilt, sexual frustration, and rage, Pyramid Head is a terrifying and omnipresent threat throughout the story. True, he’s not always there, but his shadow looms large over the events of the game, and once the truth is revealed it only adds more layers.

He is a walking personification of punishment, a living manifestation of James’ belief he can gain no absolution and deserves only the most gruesome of fates. This is, of course, reflected in Pyramid Head’s design, which is akin to that of an executioner, and executioner is a job Pyramid Head excels at, as his mighty Great Knife is easily capable of taking James down to Hell with a single blow – that is, if he can lift it up. His attacks are pretty heavily telegraphed, but I think even all of that is part of the point. As an aspect of James’ psyche manifesting due to his desire to punish him, he superficially resembles James in terms of build… and we have no way of knowing what exactly is under that helmet of his… perhaps he has James’ face as well?

I suppose I should give my own interpretation of Pyramid Head. I do believe, of course, that he is manifested from James’ guilt, which explains why he seems to have a single-minded desire to brutally punish James. But what of his other aspects, such as the raping? I feel like this aspect of Pyramid Head is meant to represent the rage and sexual frustration James likely felt as he had to care for a sick wife who couldn’t give him the physical affection he needed, and these horrible thoughts likely feed back into his guilt as well. I also feel like, as an extension of James’ desire to be punished, Pyramid Head does indeed resemble James under his helmet, and that the helmet represents the weight of his sins that he must carry with him. Of course, I don’t presume to believe that my interpretations are canon or even 100% accurate, but that’s the fun of Pyramid Head and Silent Hill 2 in general: there are a lot of ways to look at and interpret it.

Pyramid Head has gone on to become basically the mascot of Silent Hill, appearing in spinoffs, sequels, and even getting shoehorned into the films – he’s just that iconic. Pyramid Head certainly deserves his 10/10; this is a character that just has a lot to unpack, and it’s so interesting to unpack and examine what makes him tick. I do think that a lot of the stuff outside of his debut game doesn’t really utilize him to his full psychological extent, but ah well. Nothing can change what an iconic and fascinating beast Pyramid Head is.

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ts1989fanatic · 5 years

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A more in depth personal review of Lover, the album dropped last week and because I had issues downloading it from iTunes (what else is new) I did not really have time for anything other than a cursory listen before heading to bed.

So now a week has past and I have had more than a few listens (who am I kidding) a hella lot more than a few, my wife and I went on a road trip Sunday 250 Blissful Kilometers of just me and my Lovers.

Still a little haunted by Soon You’ll Get Better I was very emotional after listening to this song and still am truth be told, almost everyone has that person in their life who has been touched by cancer. And just like Taylor when it’s someone close to you like a parent or a Lover it’s downright terrifying.

Lover the parent as opposed to Lover the child (more on her later) is a more mature in control Taylor Swift bringing us the wild abandon of Red’s lay it all out on the floor with the sonic cohesion achieved with 1989.

To me Lover nods in passing to reputation, but as I listen to the album in more depth it to me is a continuation of where Taylor was heading after 1989, it still holds a little shade in the finger snapping I forgot That You Existed a song all about as Taylor herself has said letting go and stepping into the daylight don’t confront the haters and exes just be indifferent to them it’s a lot less toxic.

If there is one consistency on Lover, though: it’s Taylor’s love for, love. The entire album is predominantly romantic and seems to track the timeline of a relationship, from its beginnings to the final realization that the situation is serious. Taylor leaves it up to us the listener to theorize that Lover is about her relationship with Joe Alwyn.

There’s nothing on Lover that mentions him directly but there is more than enough within the lyrics on various songs to speculate. Half the fun of being a Swiftie is coming up with theories, you have your opinions I have mine. So go through the track by track list below and decide for yourself what song is about who.

“I Forgot That You Existed”

Taylor starts Lover not with a love song, but a song in which Taylor Swift seems to have moved past the drama on “I Forgot You Existed.” Who it is heavily speculated on that this song is about CH, is it only Taylor herself really knows. Looking at the lyrics it could also be about any of her exes that did not end the relationship on the best of terms.

“How many days did I spend thinking about how you did me wrong?” “I lived in the shade you were throwing till all of my sunshine was gone.” Then in the chorus she declares, “I forgot that you existed, and I thought that it would kill me, but it didn’t the meaning behind this song for me? Taylor has shed the snakeskin from the reputation era and is has moved on not with hate or anger JUST INDIFFERENCE

“Cruel Summer”

Those early flirtatious sometimes tumultuous stages early on in a new relationship. “It’s new, the shape of your body. It’s blue, the feeling I’ve got,” “It’s cool, that’s what I tell him. No rules…. We say we’ll just screw it up. In these trying times, we’re not trying.” This speaks to the drama that can happen in any new relationship before things stabilize and you can think about introducing them to friends and family.

“Lover”

To me this song and video are a throwback to the 70’s era country songs about love that I grew up on and after listening to Keith Urban cover it live you can see how it would be a smash on country radio stations. These lyrics cry out COUNTRY to me.

“Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?” she sings later on. “Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close? ’ve loved you three summers. Now, honey, I want ’em all.”

“The Man”

Not a love story, here, on “The Man.” Here more of a social commentary on society in general and the gender bias that still exist today despite the best efforts of a lot of WOKE people.

Taylor highlights how her career and reputation would have played out in the media if she were born a man rather than being named after one.

“Every conquest I made would make me more of a boss to you,” “I’d be just like Leo in Saint Tropez.”

“They wouldn’t shake their heads and question how much of this I deserve, what I was wearing, if I was rude…. If I was a man, I’d be the man.”

“The Man” is one of the boppiest bop on Lover and deserves to be the next single.

“The Archer”

On “The Archer,” Taylor finds herself questioning her situation with her partner. Is it the real? How long will it last? These are relatable questions most of us ask once the honeymoon phase of a relationship draws to a close. “They see right through me. Can you see right through me?” Taylor sings. “Who could ever leave me, darling? But who could stay?”

“I Think He Knows”

By the time Taylor reaches this song,” She has answered that question: she wants her new relationship to work, and she’s not afraid to say so. “I think he knows when we get all alone, he’ll want me to stay,” “I think he knows he better lock it down, or I won’t stick around” cause good ones never wait.”

“Miss Americana & the Heartbreak Prince”

Some see this as a love song, personally I see it more as a protest song, Taylor has become much more political and outspoken on the issues since Trump took office this is an “us against the administration” mind-set. At first listen it may not sound like a protest song, but to me and I follow US politics very closely it certainly speaks to what has happened over the last few years.

When the White House responds to a song then I think you can safely say DAMN STRAIGHT it’s a protest song. Miss Americana & the Heartbreak Prince is not a Rage Against The Machine protest song, it’s a song full of metaphors and because of this it draws you in and makes you listen closely and get behind and beneath the symbolism.

“American glory Faded before me now I’m feeling Hopless”

“Paper Rings”

Taylor joking about marrying her lover one day or is she joking. “I like shiny things, but I’d marry you with paper rings. That’s right, darling. You’re the one I want,” definitely a love song about a serious relationship, does it mean Taylor and Joe are engaged (not according to Tree)

“Cornelia Street”

“Cornelia Street” is when our story takes a dramatic turn. It’s important to know that, at one point, Taylor rented a carriage house on Cornelia Street in New York City while her place was being renovated. The lyrics of this song suggest Taylor associates Cornelia Street with a relationship getting more intense.

“I hope I never lose you. Hope it never ends. I never want Cornelia Street again,” “That’s the kind of heartbreak time could never mend.”

“Death by a Thousand Cuts”

This comes through as a breakup song, but a breakup with who not Joe from all appearances, possibly to a past relationship. “I get drunk, but it’s not enough, ’cause the morning comes and you’re not my baby,” Taylor sings shortly after saying, “Saying goodbye is death by a thousand cuts.

"I look through the windows of this love, even though we boarded them up” and “You said it was a great love, one for the ages. But if this story’s over, why am I still writing pages?”

“London Boy”

With a Cat’s co-star cameo from Idris Elba, Taylor is back to singing about love of a guy and a city, not with great accuracy I might add as an ex-pat who lived and worked in London for ten years. But hey she’s a writer and allowed poetic license.

“Something happened, I heard him laughing. I saw the dimples, first, and then I heard the accent,” “They say home is where the heart is, but that’s not where mine lives. You know I love a London boy.”

“Soon You’ll Get Better” (featuring Dixie Chicks)

Sorry for the language but this song fucked me up, Still a little haunted by it. I was very emotional after listening to this song and still am truth be told, almost everyone has that person in their life who has been touched by cancer. And just like Taylor when it’s someone close to you like a parent or a Lover it’s downright terrifying. I lost my mother to cancer my father in law to cancer and the love of my life has been diagnosed three times twice benign once malignant (God that’s an ugly word)

“In doctor’s office lighting, I didn’t tell you I was scared,” “Soon you’ll get better. You’ll get better soon, ’cause you have to.”

If I am honest here I really want to fast forward past this song but it’s so emotional and raw that I find myself having to listen to it over again.

“False God”

On “False God,” Taylor recognizes the issues that can lead to the breakup as in “Death by a Thousand Cuts.”

“I know heaven’s a thing. I go there when you touch me. Hell is when I fight with you,” “But we can patch it up good.” She doesn’t dig any deeper here, though. That comes later.

“You Need to Calm Down”

After the backlash Taylor faced from 2016 she found her voice not just in speaking out about equality but encapsulating it into her music. YNTCD is a synth heavy pop bop that calls out Internet Trolls and boldly champions the LGBTQ community, franklt it’s a fucking bop with a message and both my wife and love it.

“Say it in the street, that’s a knock-out” “But you say it in a Tweet that’s a cop-out” (advice to live by Mr. President)

“Afterglow”

“Afterglow” Is an apology song.” Here Taylor opens up about how a relationship can implode with a partner and the role her own behaviour played in it imploding. “I blew things out of proportion, now you’re blue,” she sings. “I put you in jail for something you didn’t do…. Fighting with a true love is boxing with no gloves.” “Why’d I have to break what I love so much? It’s on your face, and I’m to blame,” “Hey, it’s on me in my head. I’m the one who burned this down, but it’s not what I meant. Sorry that I hurt you.”

“Me!” (featuring Brendon Urie of Panic! at the Disco)

A tongue-in-cheek, extension of “Afterglow.”here Taylor can laugh about the drama. Not only that but she own up to her faults on this song, Taylor lays out that it’s those faults that make her the perfect match for someone.

“I know that I went psycho on the phone. I never leave well enough alone. And trouble’s gonna follow where I go,” “Afterglow.” “Baby doll, when it comes to a lover. I promise that you’ll never find another like me.”

“It’s Nice to Have a Friend”

A lot of the theories I have seen about this one revolve around her relationship with Joe “Church bells ring. Carry me home. Rice on the ground, looks like snow.” It certainly sounds like they might be gearing up for that next step. But I don’t read this the same way, it reads more like a first love narrative.

“Sidewalk chalk covered in snow lost my gloves, you gave me one” “Twenty questions, we tell the truth”

“Daylight”

A dreamy romantic song that is filled with words one would say on their wedding day or just after getting married. They sound a lot like vows. “I don’t want to look at anything else now that I saw you. I don’t want to think of anything else now that I’ve thought of you. I’ve been sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night, and now I see daylight.”

Taylor says “I want to be defined by the things that I love. Not the things I hate. Not the things I’m afraid of, or the things that haunt me in the middle of the night. I just think that you are what you love.”

This is Taylor Swift at her ultimate best, crafting lyrics that we can all relate to at whatever stage of your relationship you are in. This is Speak Now and Fearless Taylor all grown up but still crafting a story of life with her lyrics in her own unique way.

Where reputation was dark and moody even though in my opinion still a very relatable album, who has never faced criticism and wished that they had the skills heart and wit to respond as Taylor did, Lover is all vivid colors and predominantly bright and cheerful music with certain exceptions this is Taylor in full flow and form. Taylor the story teller Taylor the lyrical master Taylor the ARTIST.

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The Reverend of Razored Witch-Pyres

The Reverend of Razored Witch-Pyres (a CR 7+ Pathfinder Modern / Urban Fantasy Encounter for Bloodlines & Black Magic)

There are small towns where the Blooded dare not tread.

Little burgs and hamlets, out-of-the-way places like Hobb’s Hollow up in Utah or the quiet city of Rowe over in northwestern Massachusetts. There are thirteen of them in all, and any competent magician of the modern era could probably list at least three off the top of their head: lessons drilled-in by a paranoid mentor during their apprenticeship or else picked-up from idle sessions of rumor, gossip & laughs over drinks with the fellow initiated.

Ask around in any major city and you could probably get a comprehensive list of all thirteen of these infamous scary-spots in a couple of hours. Along with a half-dozen false positives, crackpot theories and bald-faced lies, of course.

These aren’t the sort of towns that you just stumble across, thankfully. Most of ‘em are half-abandoned and far off the beaten path: you’d have to go looking for trouble to wind up there ... or, perhaps, find yourself hopelessly lost following a bad trail of horror about to get a whole lot worse.

Nothing particularly weird can be found-out about these places online, in case you were wondering; the Archons have seen to that, scrubbing the web until it glistens like a raw wound. Feel free to Google them if you don’t mind falling onto a watch-list maintained by the dark heart of the Internet Herself: you’ll find nary a whisper about what happens to those Blooded who set foot in town.

Uncovering the true histories would require access to old & forbidden books, kept by possessive antiquarians in basement vaults under lock & key, salt & spell: held against a purge ordained by the Seven of Secret Names.

These towns? Those of us in the know, we avoid them for fear of the Reverend.

Brought to you absolutely free to play, to test & to share, as always, by the fine folks of my Patreon.

original image from here

Every few years you’ll hear a tale about some brave occultist or another setting up shop in one of these villages: daring the fates, establishing a witch’s circle or a midnight reading-room right there in the shadowy maw of the beast.

Maybe some of these stories are just that: stories. Maybe nobody’s really that stupid. But if you’ve met some of our contemporaries, you know that there’s always someone -- a magus one High Priestess short of a full Tarot deck, if you take my meaning -- dumb enough to try just about any fool errand.

And everything, according to the old legends, seems to go just dandy for a few weeks. Maybe even a few months. On a single occasion, almost a year.

And then one day ... nothing. Not a peep. Every last member of a Bloodline in that town vanishes overnight. Never to be seen or heard-from again.

And life in that quiet little back-country town rolls on, perhaps just a little bit quieter than before. Local police wash out the dead-end alleys; public works officials clear the storm drains. There are bonfires held on the Sabbath, and whispered prayers before bedtime, and everyone pretends they can’t smell the rust on the wind or hear those sharp clicks rattling out of the woods at night.

The Revered walks his appointed rounds slowly ... but he keeps them all the same, with precise & religious care.

NOTE: So, precisely which towns out there exist under the dreadful watch of the Reverend of Razored Witch-Pyres? Well ... that’s been left intentionally vague, allowing for greater flexibility on the part of an individual GM.

Of course, it’s possible that some of these towns are used by cabals loyal to the Archons: a village under the gaze of the Reverend is a safe haven where no servant of the Goetic Spirits might ever dare to meddle or intrude.

They say that in life, long ago, the Reverend of Razored Witch-Pyres -- whatever his name was, it’s been lost to the machinations of our starry masters for many decades -- served the Archons with unparalleled zeal and efficiency: tempering the roaring blaze of his utter hatred with ruthless & icy professionalism.

By the standards of modern psychoanalysis, we would likely term the Reverend a particularly high-functioning sadist & serial killer: he went to elaborate lengths to understand his targets fully before striking, taking great pains to break each of his victims completely -- mind, body and soul -- before performing a uniquely grisly public execution. His life’s work had genuine artistic merit, from a certain point of view, full of profound allegory & subtle poetry.

He worked for the church, and he hunted witches.

At this task, he was without equal; by his deeds, the Veil was maintained & made strong. No one can say precisely how many servants, sycophants & supporters the Goetic Spirits lost to his blades ... but his victims numbered in the dozens if not in the hundreds, and each of his many obscene “performance pieces” surely terrified another dozen or more would-be-arcanists into hiding.

image from here; the Reverend of Razored Witch-Pyres in better days.

In death, the Reverend was rewarded dearly for his strict devotion to the will of the High Seven by no less august a figure than Yasazziel, Grand Archon of Glittering Things and Earthly Delights: he was gifted an Abhorrent Heaven of his very own, a sprawling realm of dark woodlands & villages full of fearful sinners upon which to vent his most grotesque lusts for all eternity.

To this end, his soul was reforged into a new and brutal shape: an Advanced Barbed Devil with the Implacable Stalker template; in this flesh, the Reverend was loaned-out by his mistress to the aid of her sisters on many occasions, rapidly becoming one of the top-tier problem-solvers for the Archons. The Reverend was frequently unleashed to wipe-out entire Lineages that had finally crossed some invisible line or another and drawn the apocalyptic ire of the Masters of Heaven: cities & fortresses alike burned when the Grand Archons took the honorable Reverend out of his toy-box & set him loose in the real world to “make the wicked suffer, as pleases you”.

And then, one day? Something happened. Nobody knows how, precisely, but one group of magicians or another cobbled themselves together a desperate silver bullet, took a long-shot risk ... and it worked. By unknown means -- most-likely an Incantation of incredible power, although nobody’s talking -- the Half-Summoned Creature template (see Bloodlines & Black Magic, pg. 223) was successfully applied to the Reverend.

And it stuck.

He’s slow and confused, these days. Wandering, alone and lost. Can’t tell where he is; can’t get his bearings nor keep his thoughts straight. He wanders between a few familiar cities that remind him of home: stepping casually across the world via greater teleport according to a half-remembered schedule. About once a month, on average -- usually on some high church holiday or the anniversary of an important event in his mortal life -- he’ll experience a full night of clarity.

During these times, he keeps to the code of the Veil: hunting only the Blooded.

He has been killed a few times, since the curse took effect.

It never sticks for long.

Using the Reverend:

If a character’s Threshold increases to an odd number from direct exposure to the presence (or the power) of the Reverend of Razored Witch-Pyres, she may gain one of the following Oddities (roll 1d8):

Your eyes glow like lit cigarettes; this is visible only in the dark. You add produce flame as a 1st level spell to any one spell-list you possess.

You feel heat on the back of your neck and upon your heels whenever you are within 50 feet of a Lawful-aligned non-mundane creature allied to the Archons such as a devil, kyton, angel or inevitable. Note that not all Lawful outsiders are servants of the Archons, and that some Chaotic outsiders are also under their thrall. The range of this ability is halved (to 25 ft.) for mortal Blooded creatures who fit the criteria above, such as Lawful oracles and slayers loyal to the Archons.

You gain an overwhelming scent of brimstone, ash and smoke, and may be freely detected by all opponents within 30 feet purely by sense of smell. If you are upwind, the range increases to 60 feet; if downwind, it drops to 15 feet. Your exact location is not revealed, only your presence within range and the general direction toward you. When you are within 5 feet of any creature, however, that creature automatically pinpoints your location even if otherwise blinded to you. Upon whispering a prayer, your stench is suppressed for a number of minutes equal to your level.

You are always treated as if you had directly witnessed the death of the Reverend and are thus susceptible to his Nightmare Resurrection ability. While he is alive, this ability has no effect ... although you often see him in your dreams, calmly watching you.

You develop a severe allergy to silver. If you touch, are touched by or are otherwise exposed to silver or alchemical silver – such as by taking damage from a silver weapon or because you are wearing or carrying silver items – you immediately suffer a –2 penalty to Dexterity and Charisma for 1d4 hours (no save). Multiple separate events of exposure stack, but none of your ability scores can be reduced to zero in this way. In addition, you must stay at least 5 feet away from silver, holy symbols and holy water; you may not choose to move closer to such an object or substance if it is within 20 ft. You also gain immunity to fire.

You gain full knowledge of either the Celestial language or the Infernal tongue (your choice).

You gain vulnerability to fire. If you ever possess less than half of your maximum hit points, you lose this vulnerability and instead gain fire resistance equal to twice your level. You likewise gain this benefit if at least half your body is covered in blood from another source.

Roll 1d6+1 twice, keeping both results. If you gain the same result for both rolls, re-roll one of the dice.

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fantroll-purgatory · 6 years

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Dohrni Plerom

(Go big or go home, right? I’m gonna be doing sets of trios mostly because… they’re fun. I don’t have a grander motivation than that. Unlike the last three, there’s no easy myth-connection I’m making to base their relationships off of, so hopefully I’ll be able to quick explain them without getting it too bogged down in details! Anyways: Here’s Canon Disaster Troll #1! I feel like he’s lacking in a bit more than what Void usually implies.)

Yet again you’ve handed me a troll that I really and truly love. I can feel what you mean on the lacking front, though. I think he has his head so much in the clouds and in space and in everywhere ephemeral and unknown that he might need SOME grounding force? Some greater, tangible earthly pleasure? I guess we’ll get there.

Universe: Beforus!

Name: Dohrni Plerom

“Dohrni” comes from Turritopsis dohrnii, the so-called “Immortal Jellyfish”, which is a double tailed reference to both his Lusus and his unfortunate ability to hear the voices of elder beings, often associated with jellyfish. “Plerom” is just “Pleroma” with the last letter cut off. In Gnosticism, the greek Pleroma refers to a kind of totality of the divine- an all encompassing, filling force. The holy spirit and all that. Meta-wise, this refers to his Aspect, but also his fascination with all the lights just out of reach.

Age: Roughly 7 Sweeps

Theme/Story: Everyone’s favorite canon-breaking concept: More Fuschiabloods! We’ve got like 23 other symbols to get through, might as well use ‘em! Dohrni’s a weird freak of nature- a male Fuschiablood who isn’t in the running to be Empress. Everything seems to be perfect in his life- he’s head-over-fins for a wonderful guy, nobody is trying to kill him for existing, he can get practically anything he needs if he wants to, and he has a gigantic lifespan to ponder the secrets of the universe… and yet it doesn’t seem to be enough. Something is under his skin, something almost crawling, whispering in his ears and blinking lights just above his head. The question he asks: what if the sky and cosmos are one? What if the stars really just float in an inverted ocean? What if the universe is held together but fragile threads of spun music?

I’ve always found the idea of such a long lifespan terrifying, and I wonder if it might be a stressful thing for him in some ways. He will live to see so much change. So much live and die. His existence will cross across so many lifespans. What does everything else mean in the wake of this? What if he solves the mysteries of the world again and again only for them to continue to change? An appealing and yet overwhelming thought, for someone as naturally curious as him!

Strife Specibus: ??????

His symbol is almost a perfect Trident, just a bit rounded. But, Fuschiabloods battling with tridents? Groundbreaking. I half debated making it something silly like Crosskind, because the image of this tiny troll wielding a full on Roman Crucifix seemed hilarious.

Crosskind is kind of funny. Just wailing on someone with a crucifix. Something so big and bulky might not be especially appealing to someone who is so simple and cares about careful practicality underwater, though? And it does have more of a religious implication than is found through the rest of his character. If we were going to call up any religious symbol, it should be something from a Lovecraftian-type story.

…We know that dicekind is a weapon that can be possibly used, but we don’t really get to see it in effect very much. So maybe something like that?

…Topkind? A Trapezohedron Top. Trapezohedron being a reference to the Shining Trapezohedron, an artifact used by the Church of Starry Wisdom in Lovecraft’s The Haunter of the Dark. He could spin several tops and depending on the combinations of numbers, it could produce a particular effect? The tops could look like this:

…But more trapezoidal instead of triangular.

Fetch Modus: Chord Modus

While this Modus would work for a troll without Dohrni’s particular perception peculiarities, his synthathesia certainly makes it easier. Each item he puts in has a particular note and octave, and he has to play around with where it is placed so it makes a pleasing sounding chord with the other items in the stack with it. Too much dissonance and the whole chord goes flying out into the abyss.

I Love That.

Blood color: Fuschia

We… don’t really have a ton of info on just how Fuschiabloods work on Beforus. We know that they exist, and since Beforus doesn’t murder grubs indiscriminately, it would be plausible for there to be more than just Meenah running around. Though, given that trolls have a matriarchal ruling class, I guess a boy Fuschiablood wouldn’t mean so much? We know that there’s Fuschiablooded lusii out in the ocean on Alternia- perhaps that’s a holdover from when it was Beforus?

In any case, emotionally Dohrni fits the Fuschia Caste because when it comes down to it, he really is that “enigmatic, imaginative, sensitive” troll who possesses an air of mystery just for existing. And really, you don’t get more in the way of inertia than being at the bottom of the ocean.

I love this for him, really. It’s a good position for his personality.

Symbol and meaning: Bear with me, because this might seem kind of odd but…

PITTARIUS, THE PHILOSOPHER

Trolltag: [CC] caritiveCallant

“Caritive” essentially is a fancy way of saying “Without”, literally meaning a “lack of something”, in his case a lack of trouble or worry is what he’s trying to convey. He suffers from a lack of a lot of things, really. “Callant” is a Scots-English word meaning “Boy”, which makes Dohrni imply that he is the “Boy without”, the one who shouldn’t exist, who is without a place in the hierarchy.

I like it!

Quirk: In a duel reference to his symbol, Dohrni replaces his t’s with +’s and refuses to capitalize any of his w’s, even when it would make sense. When he talks, he often makes massive, run on sentences with basically no end in sight, because he doesn’t really know when to finish a thought on basically anything, so periods are the enemy

Special Abilities (if any): As a Fuschiablood, Dohrni is gifted with powerful psychic resistance, enough to withstand even the scream of a horrorterror. …Not that he knows that, of course, this being Beforus. Additionally, as a Seadweller, he possesses all the requisite “I live in the ocean” powers: Waterbreathing, pressure adaptability, fins, that kind of thing. One of the odd quirks of his biology has given him the dubious power of sound-to-light synthesia, which really only procs on music, especially what he’s dubbed “The music of the spheres” which he’s certain is coming from the beautiful rotation of the heavens or whatever. What he’s really seeing/hearing are the voices of The Furthest Ring.

Lusus: Dohrni lives in the bleached remains of a coral reef, down at the bottom of the sea, right before the continental shelf makes its sharp decline into darkness. His Lusus and he have a very non committal relationship- it being a gigantic, bioluminescent jellyfish and all that, Hard to hold a conversation with something without a brain. It mostly floats in a protective (?) stance above his hive, easily dwarfing the structure. Sometimes Dhorni will lure sea creatures into its waiting tentacles to let the old medusa have a special meal.

Maybe they can very rarely have a little bonding moment? Some jellyfish are able to shine light to communicate (mostly… to lure in prey but it’s fine). Maybe once in a blue moon it sings him a little song with lights? My TAZ bias might be influencing this desire, though.

Interests: Music Theory, Baroque (Trolloque?) Music, Metaphysics, Stargazing, Astronomy, Engaging In Pointless Monologues,

Maybe add an additional interest in philosophy, since his sign’s name Is The Philosopher. There’s more to pondering the mysteries of the universe than just looking at the stars. There are internal mysteries, too. What’s right and what’s wrong. What do we owe each other. Where do we go when we die. Pondering philosophical questions and ethical dilemmas could be interesting for him.

Maybe you could give him some interest in existential horror, too? Just to give him another physical hobby. Reading troll lovecraft. Thinking about what horror and terror truly MEAN. Thinking over all the scary possibilities and what he would do in any number of frightening scenarios?

You also mention it down in personality with his tendency to give little gifts to people he likes, but maybe you could make him a bit of a romantic? He doesn’t know how to verbalize emotions, so maybe he just tends to like doing things for people. He doesn’t really need all the money he’s got, so just… splurging on others?

And since he doesn’t like wearing shoes, maybe he could be interested in walking and playing around in tidepools? Carefully, of course. Exploration is just fun.

Appearance: For someone who should be as ostentatious as possible, Dohrni is about as simple as they come. Flashy materialism never appealed to his highbrow, lofty sensibilities. He keeps his outfits simple, but easy to ditch if the currents turn the wrong way. Suits in black and Fuschia, flowy and loose. Also, lots of heavy jewelry and layers seems like something of a hazard at the bottom of the sea. Dhorni does have a distinct hatred of shoes to be noted, and he has a huge weakness for jingly anklets, which his friends often prod him for. Many of his accessories (especially those damn anklets) are in an odd shade of yellow-green, a nod to his matesprit. Even the most ascetic of us cave to sentimentality every so often.

Personality: Dohrni has always been a bit quieter than other trolls. Locked up in his own head, always thinking, always looking, always searching for something just beyond his fingertips. It’s hard to figure out what’s going on behind those eyes of his much of the time, and its part of the reason he doesn’t have many friends. It’s hard to keep up with him when he’ll freeze up and not speak for an hour and then have swam so far off the course of the conversation you’d think he was in a totally different ocean. As might be expected, he’s hopeless in group conversations. Get past those murky waters and you’ll find that Dohrni is someone who you can talk to for hours at a time and he’ll always have something new to add, something further to say. He’s a good listener, but he’s an even better contributor, taking the threads of a idea and braiding them together into something new and inventive. Despite his tendency to feel deeply and talk forever, he’s terrible at putting feelings into words- he often showers targets of his affection with little gifts: pretty seashells, books on music, occasionally some little trinket he put a lot of heart into making even if it’s not so perfect.

I’m stealing a tiny bit from the Good Place here, but maybe an additional personality element you could add is that his tendency to have a Lot to say and think and add can lead to some indecisiveness? Like he’s supposed to make some decision but instead of remembering to be engaged in the world and Do It he just ends up sitting there thinking about all the connections and implications and possible consequences and almost ends up missing his chance to act?

Title: Seer of Void

While depressing in its implications (The Seer of Void, “He who sees nothing”) Dhorni is almost too perfect as a Seer- but it’s what fits his strengths as a person. Unlike it’s more active counterpart, the Mage, being a Seer forces Dhorni to actually interact with the people around him. While a Passive Class, the Seer who never speaks of what he sees is useless.

Dhorni often oscillates between acting as a Seer of Void and inverting to a Witch of Light about as often as the tides go in and out. There’s a give and take to him, a desire to change what can be done with the information he learns through his studies and long thinking sessions. Void allows him to see the potential inherent in the endless abyss, and he uses that information to try and inspire his friends into making something more of themselves.

In a way, Dohrni isn’t a Light player because he’s not really looking for answers, he’s looking for something to chase after. The stars are so fascinating to him because they are just out of reach. If only he could just brush one of the infinite lights with his fingers he may be satiated, but that simply isn’t going to happen. Which is what he needs to stay sane, really.

I think this is definitely suiting for his personality in a way that would be really beneficial for him. It gives him the kind of opportunity and outlet to explore what he wants without necessarily being… Directly in contact with it. Though he does risk a bout of Grimdarkness, I’m sure, if he gets a little too close or experience a little too much tragedy.

But yeah, I do like the idea of him being the passive knower, the one who understands and directs and helps others. He gets to learn and know and understand the nature of infinity, the nothing, the infinite possibilities, how much emptiness there is in which everything can be built… And his inversion, Witch of Light, encourages him to actively change and shape and maneuver the way information is utilized and perceived, shoving it aside to make way for the Infinitesimal Nature Of Reality. Encouraging everyone to consider the UNKNOWN, the IMPOSSIBLE, instead of just focusing on what’s known. Spreading his thoughtfulness to others.

…I just reiterated everything you said in more words, but I was just excited about the ramifications of this title in relation to him.

Land: The Land of Ice and Aurora

Dohrni’s bare feet touch down on something colder than he’s ever felt before. The ground is solid, and he slips and falls on his face as he tries to get his footing. The wind whips by, his bare skin aching within seconds, not used to the dry air. He looks up at the featureless, blue sky and feels true fear for the first time in ages. This, truly, must be hell.

And then night falls. The sky turns from blue to black, equally featureless. And then the air turns magnetic, and lights start to dance across the sky, unlike anything he’s ever seen before. Ribbons of color weave in and out, and Dohrni actually fully weeps at the sight, they’re so beautiful. He reaches up to touch them, even as far in the air as they are, and his fingers feel the touch of something warm. The aurora above him dissolve into sparks, the whole machinery vanishing in seconds, leaving him in the pitch dark.

He stands straight up, and brushes the ice off of his legs. There’s something to be found in this darkness, something that’s hiding the truth behind the light. And Dohrni will be damned if he’s just gonna let it eat up all of this beauty.

Stunning as ever. ;v;

Dream Planet: Derse

Dersites don’t always have something to rebel against. Dohrni doesn’t have any particular issues with the system itself (after all, it’s afforded him a lot of leeway in how he lives his life) and yet he’s restless. With nothing wrong directly in his face, his own Derse leaning makes him unable to settle down, unable to take things as they are. There must be more out there, more secrets that have been hidden, more things that we think we understand but are merely scratching the surface on.

Design:

Horns: Classic Fuschia horns, since that’s what we’ve seen all fuschias so far have.

Hair: I essentially decided to base it entirely off of how an eldritch creature would look. Very curly, messy, swooping.

Face: I wanted him to look curious, so I gave him a really thoughtful look. I wasn’t really sure whether he should be smiling or not… But I like the idea of him just kind of smiling and nodding in a group conversation while his brain is 1000 lightyears away. Also I gave him lime earrings, because of his matesprit.

Shirt: Flowy and easy to ditch.

Shorts: I wasn’t sure whether you meant Actual Suit or swimsuit, so I went with the latter. Primarily because it makes more sense for a character who is going to spend a great deal of time underwater to wear something waterproof, but also because it more easily exposes those jingly lime anklets he has going on down there.

Yet another good character! Sorry I didn’t have Tons of feedback to offer.

-CD

#persephoneanmystery #dohrni plerom #dohrni #plerom #fuschiablood #seadweller #review #redesign #cd review #submission

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qqueenofhades · 7 years

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Hi Hilary, apologies if you don't want to talk about this any more. But as a historian, what's your opinion on the "preserving history" argument of current events?

I think it’s misguided at best and openly racist at worst, has nothing to do with preserving history, is an exercise in denial and cowardice, and is certainly not what anyone who pretends to be concerned about it really cares about.

(Prepare yourself for a rant.)

The thing is, we have a certain subset of white people acting as if the history of the Confederacy will somehow magically be Forgotten if we take down the statues/monuments/associated physical legacy of their presence. You know who sure as hell has not forgotten the Nazis? Germany. Germany has not forgotten the Nazis one bit. Nor do they play around with it. You can and will be arrested if you fly the Nazi flag or give the Nazi salute in Germany, and they have destroyed nearly all the Nazi buildings or any place that could be used as a shrine or gathering place. The difference here is that Germany a) knows what the Nazis were, and b) hasn’t decided to disingenuously reduce them to a “heritage” or “Germanic pride” or fly the Nazi flag the same way the Confederate flag is proudly flown today. They have not tried to celebrate their racist, terrible past. They have taken steps to dissociate themselves from it as strongly as possible, and now lead Europe in taking in the most refugees from the Middle East, as well as having a chancellor (Angela Merkel) who is essentially the new leader of the free world. Germany hasn’t forgotten its history, it teaches that history and is always, always aware of it, and somehow manages to do that without valorizing or insisting on the continued existence of Nazi paraphernalia as “important history.”

The point of all this is: white people in America have been HAPPY to forget their history for years and years, selectively misremember it, tolerate and even idolize the Confederacy and its beliefs and symbols, and now they’re suddenly worried it will vanish? Give me a break. Black people in America have had to live with the knowledge of this history every day. They do not get the luxury of disengaging from it. Every black child has to learn about and confront the existence of racism and the legacy of this history. White kids don’t have to. They can skate. And white people get really upset when conversations about race or history of race come up. Why are you bringing that up, that was a long time ago, etc, etc. America has never systematically confronted and denounced its racist history the way Germany has. It continues to be celebrated. We have that fucking TV show (Confederate) in production, where it will basically provide an imaginative space for what a large portion of the population wishes HAD happened (that the South won the Civil War and slavery in its historical form remained legal). THERE IS NO CHANCE AT ALL, ANYWHERE, OF THIS HISTORY BEING FORGOTTEN ABOUT, AND THE PEOPLE MOANING THAT IT MIGHT BE ARE THE ONES WHO HAVE DONE THE FORGETTING.

(Also: Many of the actual post-Confederates, including Robert E. Lee himself, disavowed their participation and viewed it as treason. Lee refused to be buried in his Confederate uniform or have his colleagues wear it to his funeral. His direct descendants agree the statue should come down. When did the revival of Confederate symbols start? Jim Crow. When did the Confederate flag start flying over the South Carolina statehouse again? 1961. As in, it was constructed specifically in reaction to the civil rights movement, as deeply racist Southern whites continued to resist the idea of black people having any agency or recognition. That was when Confederate monuments became a thing: NOT FROM THE ACTUAL CONFEDERACY.)

Let’s imagine for a moment that there was a large group of people who had put up a bunch of statues of, say, Osama bin Laden, and made a huge fuss about the possibility of them coming down. They view the attack of 9/11 as the triumph of a small band of patriots over an oppressive tyrannical oligarchy. They fly a flag with the planes crashing into the twin towers, and insist it’s not about the actual deaths of the people involved, it symbolises “culture” or “heritage” or whatever else. Let’s also say these people insisted that their right to defend a statue of OBL, a guy who clearly hated America and made that clear at every turn, was fully compatible with their identity as patriotic Americans, and in fact still to be preferred any time that identity is challenged. Let’s further say that a large segment of the population tacitly or explicitly agrees with them, demands the statue should stay up and attacks anyone who questions its existence in a public space, and claim that you are as bad as the other side if you want it taken down and insist that the flag cannot be dissociated from its history and the deaths involved. You get nowhere by pointing out that OBL, as noted, actually hated America and was fighting to destroy it. Even your supposedly liberal white friends become oddly deaf when the subject is raised, or give some version of the “well I don’t like it either, but this is America/we respect everyone/it’s history” argument. At worst, there are people marching underneath this flag, putting it as a bumper sticker on their pickup trucks, stockpiling tons of guns, and treating it as something to be inspired, celebrated, and replicated.

You’d feel like you were taking crazy pills. You would feel incredibly unsafe every time you stepped outside – what if you met one of these crazies and they targeted you? You would wonder how nobody else on earth could apparently see that no, these people are terrorists, and we are celebrating the murder of innocent people and it may be history, but why is it being treated as a fetishistic and terrifying subculture instead of a tragic and shameful event that we should never want to repeat? And yet, that is exactly what is happening with America’s collective denial and ongoing reluctance to talk about the Confederacy or put it in those terms. There’s always another excuse, and frankly, when Americans have been fed on a steady diet of “America Is Teh Awesomest” for years and years and have no way of critiquing or understanding their actual history without getting offended and going for the “all terrorists hate freedom!” route, the cumulative historical denial is both sad and staggering. Nothing, in this framework, is ever America’s fault, specifically white America’s. But if the people moaning about history being forgotten actually cared about history, they would have to confront the fact that that is simply, empirically not the case.

The fact is, America was built on white supremacy, slavery, and genocide, the victims of that history have no way of forgetting it, and view it pretty incredulously when white people start wringing their hands over it. That is just a historically verifiable reality, and yet white people go for the “long time ago” or “black on black crime” or “I’m not personally racist” defenses, rather than actually listening to the people who have never had the luxury of overlooking that history. This is why we get the absurd both-siderism. On the one hand, we have violent white supremacists proudly identifying as Nazis, a political movement that used to be uncontroversially identified as the most evil of the 20th century, if not ever, and which has roots that go back centuries in vilifying and exterminating anyone who is not a cis Christian straight white male. On the other, we have Black Lives Matter and other protest groups, who are defending their communities and people from the consequences of that ongoing mentality, sometimes violently. Then we have white people on Facebook posting things like, “Both sides are equally guilty! Bad all around! Everyone’s to blame!”

Sorry. No.

There is an overwhelming tendency to favor the status quo over actual justice, and to sanctimoniously condemn any violence used by a marginalized group – we somehow think that people only ever achieve recognizance of their humanity by holding hands and being “non-violent,” and that any time they forcibly resist the overwhelming and somehow-always-justified violence of the dominant group, they lose any expectation of our sympathy. We want to be violent against people of color without consequences, and we might allow them to struggle for liberation if we feel like it, but they have to do it Nicely. We might tepidly condemn the killings of unarmed black people, or post memes about “coming together,” or “not all cops,” or so forth. But when unarmed Native Americans at Standing Rock in 2016 are met with tanks, water cannons, full military deployments, tear gas, guns, and dogs, as were (and are) African Americans at lunch counters or city streets in the 1960s, then no, we do not get to claim that anything has changed. Because the instant those people resist being killed, or call out the comfortable white status quo, or challenge the state’s forever-sanctioned and always-admirable (according to its defenders) violence, they’re just as bad as neo-Nazis.

Sure. Right.

I get it’s a difficult topic. I get it’s hard for white Americans to actually look at what it means to be both white and American in a world where they have always benefited from these identities, and where White Liberalism and White Feminism ™ is just as racist while steadfastly insisting it’s not. Especially when you add American exceptionalism to the mix, where America is never responsible for anything and is the greatest country in the world, there is nothing remotely close to Germany’s decades-long reparations for the Nazis. American culture holds that saying sorry is for wimps. We need to be Proud of Our Heritage.

Nobody’s advocating for the Confederate monuments to be destroyed. They can be kept in a museum, or in storage, or wherever else. But insisting on their continued presence in public life is saying, “I want my right to believe the same things they did to be validated, and I want people personally affected by this belief to Know Their Place and It’s Just History Get Over It, and I don’t want to be challenged on whether this was wrong; I just want everyone to think about it how I do.” It is an insistence on power and an insistence on the safe and comfortable narrative of history that is completely removed from reality. When people say they don’t want Confederate history forgotten, they mean they don’t want white mainstream history to be challenged; they don’t want the people most hurt by this history to get uppity ideas about speaking out or breaking the cycle or making them face consequences. They want to go back to denial, and they resent the people trying to educate them otherwise. It’s the exact opposite of all this sudden Concern for History (which, as noted, isn’t going anywhere).

Conservative movements jeer at liberals all the time for being “snowflakes” who need “safe spaces,” and mainstream liberalism, as noted, can have incredible problems. But then conservatives are the ones crying about how difficult it is to be a racist these days (cry me a river, buddy) and painting liberals as tyrants who want to crush these poor, misunderstood white men whose influence and legacy might somehow vanish from the world (spoiler alert: not happening). So if preserving history is actually what anyone is worried about, don’t talk to your black friends about it. Don’t tell your black friends how much you hate racism. Talk to your white friends about it. Tell your white friends how much you hate racism. Then perhaps you might understand just how much the bubble of privilege protects you, and face the possibility of actually disrupting your life and losing friends or family in the way that white Americans get to take for granted that they do not have to do.

So yeah. It’s not in any sense about really preserving history, and frankly, my opinion as a historian is that I need another god damn drink. And I don’t even drink.

#history #politics for ts #rant #anonymous #ask

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itsybitsylemonsqueezy · 7 years

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Okay, I have so many feelings about Gotham 3x18 just... SO MANY and... here, have some because... FUCK they packed SO MUCH into what is functionally 60 seconds of total silence

Okay, so, my first question is HOW. HOW did they manage not to see each other until the Appropriate Moment. So this is my ideal blocking of that:

Ed’s pacing his cell, slowly, plotting his way out of this unfortunate prison, rehashing his TERRIBLE life choices, thinking up some new, terrible, Oswald-related riddles about all of this. You know, normal Ed Nygma stuff.

When behind him, down at the opposite end of the hall, the doors open, a new prisoner is dragged in. A particularly vocal and uncooperative prisoner. Who is screaming, “I DEMAND an audience with the Court! You can’t do this to me, do you know who I am?!”

Ed knows that voice anywhere. He sounds exactly the same, just as he always did. But no, this can’t be happening. This isn’t real.

Ed steps up to the bars of his cell to see what kind of cruel trick his mind is playing on him this time, because there’s no possible way this could be happening.

But he sees. He sees a guard taking the struggling, flailing man himself up to the cell right next to his.

And Ed freezes. He can’t move. The shock roots him to the spot that this is real and it is happening. He’s alive.

Oswald, meanwhile, is so focused on trying to free himself of his surly captor that he takes in nothing of the surrounding area, much less his fellow inmates. I checked the episode and when Oswald is shoved into the cage, he does a tight turn back to the door, his back is to Ed the whole time, there’s no possible way he saw him standing there, dead inside.

So it truly isn’t until the very second Ed says his name, in that broken voice, that Oswald even knows someone is standing in the cell next to his.

And, mutually, Oswald would know that voice anywhere. He knows without thinking who called out to him. And he came all this way for Ed, after all. And yet, he didn’t expect this. He was not prepared for... this. He’d thought he’d find him, that he’d have more time to prepare himself, to plan their meeting. But no, now this is happening... right here, right now. And there’s not a damn thing either of them can do about it. There’s no way to even make it better or worse. It just is.

And then there’s just... EVERYTHING

Oswald's shoulders hunch at his name, almost like a flinch, like he's almost FULL sewer rat right now, stripped down to that survivalist impulse for a second

Ed's FURIOUS, and broken, and DOES NOT EVEN KNOW HOW TO REACT. Like, his fury is not at Oswald, it's at the betrayal of the universe that Oswald could not stay dead, that he didn't even succeed in doing THAT.

And then Oswald, when he finally takes in that it's Ed, that Ed is here, he goes to goo and heartbreak and he can't quite believe it and then. And then he grabs for Ed and, after EXTENSIVE rewatching and gif set analyzing (GOD BLESS @riddlerbird @lankybrunettepartdeux in particular, I owe you guys, thank you so much for your good work), HOLY SHIT THAT GRAB:

Initially, we’re all terrified of it, except,f or some mysterious reason, Ed. Whose face Does Not Change, even though he steps back from him.

But, upon closer examination... that grab was not a threat.

Not matter how suddenly and madly it was done, Oswald DOES NOT reach for him in the intention to hurt him.

And I point this out because wHAT tHe FUQQQQQQQQ???!?!?!

I exhort you to rewatch, and examine these gif sets.

Now, I know it’s very fast and barely in the frame, but you CAN see, when you look hard, that Oswald’s hand is turned forward, palm out, fingers extended. He is not clawing or tearing at Ed. His palm is not turned down in a threat sign. Neither is he palm up in a show of submission, understandably. He is, quite simply, reaching out for him. The grab is, just that, a grab.

And secondly, look where he aims. He does not aim for Ed’s chest or face. Again, evidence he’s NOT aiming to attack Ed. They’re squared up pretty close to center so reaching forward, Oswald’s chest is near to parallel to Ed’s chest. But that’s not what Oswald reaches for, he reaches off to the side. He reaches for Ed’s arm, his hand. (What Oswald would have DONE if he managed to grab Ed is up for interpretation, he easily could have attacked Ed at that point, and perhaps 3x19 will offer some light on this, we’ll see. My only point is his initial move is not an overt threat, no matter how deranged he looks doing it)

And Ed is standing so close... Oswald DOES manage to brush him.

Now, not having noticed that for way too long, I assume Ed was RIGHTLY startled by Oswald and takes an instinctive step back like any sane, normal person would. Given this is, you know, Oswald Cobblepot who is into murdering the shit out of people who hurt him.

But again... Ed doesn’t look scared. Ed looks like a lot of things. But not scared. (And Ed has never looked scared of Oswald. Even when Oswald had a knife to his throat, Ed was never afraid. I... fuck.)

And when I managed to notice that Oswald DOES touch him... that means Ed isn’t flinching at the potential of Oswald touching him, but the reality. After all, Ed doesn’t step back until that moment. Ed has no fear and no desire to move away from him until JUST then.

And that is, still, in part being startled because Oswald full on LUNGES for him and it s startling. But also perhaps because the last time they touched, Ed threw him into the river. Just A Thought.

But if it’s not to hurt him, at least not yet, why then does Oswald grab for him in the first place? Especially with an unhinged, irrepressible need and urgency. When he has been unable to do ANYTHING else but stare, speechless, at the man across from him.

I think Oswald can’t help it. I think it’s the one instinct he has left, while everything else is in dead shock. When everything else has left him, he still has the ungovernable impulse to grab Ed. A clutch for balance. A reminder of reality. Just... just that, just that simple need of wanting to touch him, to see if he’s real, if he exists, if they exist, if they are both here in this place. Oswald probably doesn’t even really know why he’s reaching out, just that the urge was so strong he couldn’t resist, didn’t even consciously think about it, it just happened.

I think they both don’t quite believe this is real, that they’re both shocked by it and cannot cope. Reality is a stranger to them in this moment. Neither of them have anything to their names right now except for the knowledge that each other is here and they have to deal with that. That's... that's how small their reality is, just that one fact: You're here in this place too. And I can not forget it or escape it or deny it. I can only live with this fact.

And... Oswald has on his "I will bite your face off" face, his high-intensity, will-snap-at-the-smallest-thing focus as he draws back from Ed’s... rejection? Flinch? Reaction?

Ed just stares and stares and stares. And it's not quite accusatory and it's not quite guilty and it's not quite grief. It's... it's a hardness, it's the hardness that comes before acceptance. Anticipation. That's what it is. It's anticipation and you think you're going to die. Like NOTHING about it is positive or hopeful, Ed's anticipating this will kill him. And not necessarily because Oswald will murder him. But because seeing Oswald again is too painful.

And then there’s the lighting!

There is, as always, a staggering glow behind Oswald symbolizing his love for Ed. Go back and check, Oswald and realizing he’s in love with Ed is ALWAYS marked by crazy bright lighting. Lighting is a HUGE symbol in their relationship, huge fucking deal.

And FOR ONCE there's the same glow behind Ed, although muted, and with obstacles. But I'MMA FUCKING TAKE IT. Because they have been OBVIOUS with their lighting cues for these two. So, FEELS.

And, finally, the fact that Ed and Oswald HATE this.

In that first shot they're adversaries, and it's... it's so weird because they've never been adversaries before, not really. But Ed is so OFFENDED that he's alive. He's always been so THRILLED to see Oswald before. You can't help to think back to when Oswald shows up at his door in tar and feathers and Ed CHEERS. Ed fucking LIGHTS UP because his best buddy is here. And, now, here they are, where there's only bars to keep Oswald from potentially murdering him. And Oswald has no idea if that’s what he wants or not.

And in that last shot, they remember they used to be friends. And really liked each other. And still like each other. And it's so fucked up that they're here now. They both think it's fucked up, they both would rather ANYTHING ELSE was happening right now, that anything else had happened so that they wouldn't be here now.

The both of them want to NOT hate each other. And that... knowing they’d rather be friends, that the fact that they’re not is breaking their hearts... that’s going to fuck them up for awhile. Possibly forever.

This has been some thoughts on the 60 seconds of silence at the end of 3x18. I am very tired now and going to bed. I might add more to this as needed. ...fuck me, these two are going to kill me.

#Gotham 3x18 #spoilers #some thoughts on #Nygmobblepot #SO MANY FEELINGS #SO MANY SOBBING FEELINGS #And can we TALK about that grab???#Can we JUST

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sherlockedfannibal23 · 7 years

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The Story of The Last Guardian

I am a big fan of story driven games even though I stopped playing games years back, and will spend hours watching a let’s play of Bioshock Infinite or Inside like my dad watches the Africa Cup of Nations.

But after going through the emotional rollercoaster that was Jack Septiceye’s playthrough, I found myself at square one with the story. As usual, I searched for videos with theories to shed light on the mystery. In most cases, the more popular, ambiguous and/or convoluted a game is, the more theories get thrown around(case in point Inside) so I was kinda disappointed to find only one video talking about the lore of such a fantastic game.

And so here we are at the crest of my super long blog post because for lazy old me making a video would take hella fortnight to do. Bear in mind that THERE ARE MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD YOU WERE WARNED and here we go:

OkAY SO MY THEORY IS THIS...

An ancient civilisation stumble across a crater with a tower made of alien white material at its centre. In the tower’s spire they found a glowing turquoise goo, and a sentient orb which, after eating the goo(which was also addictive), telepathically communicated with them, sharing knowledge with them. The civilisation began to worship the orb and under the orb’s instruction, were able to create advanced technology like the golems(sentient armour) and the armour that controls the Tricos.

The Tricos were giant griffin-like wild creatures that had long existed in the world of the native people, living in the crater with the orb. The Trico’s would develop horns after being fed the goo, which act like receivers of the god’s commands, through transmitters the people were instructed to install throughout the city. Together with the armour the Trico’s came under the god’s control. It would also use eye symbols(fashioned like real human eyes) to restrict the Trico’s, as it reflected the evil in their own eyes back at them, terrifying them(and also why Trico and protagonist had this weird staring contest when they first met. Maybe because a child’s soul is pure, his eyes reflected the image of Trico’s corrupted soul back at him)

The god also gifted them with relics like the shield. The shield not only controlled the Tricos but also the golems and certain structures in the god’s tower. This shield was given to the leader, that is, the guardian. The people settled in the crater, using the power of the goo to build a gigantic city around the white tower under the guidance of their god, whose goal was to increase its own influence over the world.

However, over time, the magical goo began to run out. And when the people asked the god for more, it told them that the only way was through human sacrifices. The process involved covering the victim’s body with ritualistic tattoos and delivering them down a processing tube that would shoot them back out as the glowing goo in a barrel(which may be the good part of their soul). A by product would be the the dark/bad part of their soul, which could be trapped in a suit of armour to make the golems, forever under the control of the god.

No longer able to sacrifice their loved ones, the civilisation forsook their god, and abandoned the crater in an attempt to get as far away from the orb as possible. However, the god still had the golems and Tricos. It would send the Tricos to go out into the villages and kidnap victims(preferably children as they slept) to processed for more goo. Over generations the people forgot about the orb(they called him The Master of The Valley), and learned to hate and fear the Tricos(They called the crater the Nest of the creatures)

This is where the story begins, with the protagonist being kidnapped by our Trico. However when Trico is struck by lightning his horns and armour are destroyed, releasing him from the god’s control.The protagonist is able to tame Trico, and together they journey to the centre of the crater and are able to defeat the god through THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP... and the magical shield(which could suggest that it is as alien as the orb since it has the ability to kill the orb lets’ be honest it did most of the work ).

But remember kids, it’s JUST A THEORY ;)

Feel free to add on or correct me.

Here is a link to the youtube video I watched, in case you want to get a different perspective...https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f_-XwFzq1ew

#the last guardian #lore #story #theory #plot #spoilers #video games #trico #jacksepticeye #jack and trico

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thegloober · 6 years

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Children of war: inherited bereavement

The children of survivors are important to the Holocaust story. The children are the future of the past. For a time, it seemed that no one would be left to create a future. That history has been so carefully, lovingly chronicled. It must be preserved. If it is preserved and told, the possibility exists that there will be no more war. That is always the hope of the survivors.

This is the shadow generation, the echo of the scream. The children of survivors live in two worlds. One is the shadow world of war past. The other is present peace. Past-war and post-war. In the children, those worlds come together and sometimes collide. Contradictions are often prevalent. “I want you to know everything about the past, especially my personal past, but I don’t want to tell you” is one of the more obvious examples.

In the world of war past, there is perpetual mourning. Also fear and suspicion. Suspicion is often rampant, as can readily be expected and understood. Many survivor parents are over-protective of their children, fearing the cruelty of the outside world. This fear and suspicion are easily transmitted to the child and may well become a personality trait that lasts a lifetime. Few peers share this combined world of past and present. That absence of comprehension sometimes creates a sense of isolation for the children, a feeling of being out of place. For the children of survivors, there is a sense of having and holding a terrifying, deadly secret. That only adds to the isolation. It cannot be expressed either to the parent or to the uncomprehending peers.

People of similar backgrounds or beliefs seek each other. So it is also with the children of survivors. Helen Epstein, herself the daughter of Holocaust survivors, expresses it this way: “I felt most at home with my friend Evelyn, whose parents were survivors.”

At the same time, people have great need to talk about themselves and their experiences. The children of survivor parents are no different. Talking is an affirmation of one’s identity. It further strengthens that identity. It confirms the realities of one’s life. Careful choice of listeners is essential, especially when it is clear that experience differs from a societal norm. Talking becomes cathartic, relieving, reinforcing self-confidence and enhancing self-esteem. It makes the life story feel a little less peculiar and a lot more natural. Talking in groups is equally beneficial. Talking can be profoundly transformative. It has a way of dignifying life experience. It can be inspirational. And it is freeing.

The children of survivors are especially protective of their survivor parents. From Lisa Katz: “A higher frequency of separation anxiety and guilt was found in children of survivors than in other children. It follows that many children of survivors have an intense need to act as protectors of their parents.” The survivor parent is often seen as particularly frail and vulnerable to any outside questions or criticism, no matter how slight. The perceived vulnerability is, in reality, the survivor’s capacity for agonized remembering. The children have an intuitive understanding, almost as if by osmosis, of what is incomprehensible to most others: the horror of the Holocaust and the depth of grief suffered by the survivor parents. Anything that might hurt or otherwise upset the parents is noxious to the dependent young child.

The child is the symbol of the future and the past for his survivor parents. The parents are also especially protective of the child. He seems to arise from the ashes of the Holocaust extermination. He is often seen as replacing at least some of what was lost to slaughter. He symbolizes renewal as well as a past regained. He is a new beginning and a continuation for his parents. Much is expected of him. He must meet parental expectations if love is to be fully maintained. Somehow in this case, love is conditional – as well as unconditional. Simultaneously, the parents may be reluctant to tell the child the whole story of their Holocaust experiences. The reason is to protect the child from painful information, and to protect the parents from painful memories. This presents something of a dilemma for the child. He is expected to fulfill his parents’ wishes relating to the war, but he does not know quite what is behind those wishes.

In this regard, education plays an important role in parental expectations. Again the words of Epstein, as she quotes a fellow child of survivors: “My parents always said that a person can lose everything, but what’s inside his head stays there … I began to understand. Education is closely related to the idea of self-sufficiency.”

The children of Holocaust survivors often have an intense wish to search and travel back to the parents’ place of birth and growing up. It is as if a return to the birthplace will reveal secrets long kept by the survivor parents. If the secrets could be revealed, the child would better understand his own identity. This is not always a conscious, purposeful intent on the part of the child. For him, it just feels right to travel in search.

People are resilient, even in the face of incredible trauma. This is certainly true for the Holocaust survivors as well. Characteristics of strength can be passed along to the next generation just as much as severe emotional wounds are transferred. Resilience is the ability to recover successfully from adversity. Lisa Katz: “While trauma can be transmitted across the generations, so can resilience. Some resilient traits are adaptability, initiative, and tenacity.

The child gathers a sense of responsibility to carry forward the grief of the survivor parents. This is implicitly communicated by the parents. No words are exchanged to express this expectation. It just is – like an entity that lives and breathes independently. By so doing, by assuming responsibility, the child becomes a companion sufferer and pain reliever for the parent. Also, he aids in keeping alive the cherished memory of the dead. As Elie Wiesel has said, to forget the Holocaust is to kill twice. And the child fulfills the parents’ need to know that their story is, and will be, kept active, told down the generations. This is inherited bereavement. It is complex. The parent expects it. The child accepts it. It reinforces the parent-child bond. It is handed even to the next generation.

Lisa Katz writes: “The Third Gens [grandchildren of the parent survivors] are the ones who will be alive when all the survivors have passed on, when remembering the Holocaust becomes a new challenge. As the ‘last link’ to the survivors, the Third Generation will be the one with the mandate to continue to tell the stories.”

Inherited bereavement.

Rea L. Ginsberg is a social worker and can be reached on Twitter @rginsberg2.

Image credit: Shutterstock.com

Source: https://bloghyped.com/children-of-war-inherited-bereavement/

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mountphoenixrp · 6 years

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We have a new citizen in Mount Phoenix:

Hundun, the God of Chaos and Creation, whose origins stem from Ancient China. He is now a bartender at Dr.Feelgoods.

FC NAME/GROUP: Kris Wu - Soloist GOD NAME: Hundun PANTHEON: Chinese OCCUPATION: Bartender at Dr. Feelgoods HEIGHT: 6’8 - 203 cm WEIGHT: 236 lb - 107 kg DEFINING FEATURES: Hundun is covered in scars from the fights he has been in, primarily around his chest and back area. He does have piercings, specifically conch, helix, and daith piercings. Surprisingly, he does not have many tattoos, but is looking to get some more. Currently he has one tattoo on his right arm (x) and one on his left wrist (x). Aside from the basic features, one that sets him apart as a definite divine being is his eyes and teeth. His eyes are a mixture of orange and gold, somewhat like a fiery amber, and his teeth are very elongated and sharp.

PERSONALITY: Hundun is a troublemaker above everything. His entire existence, after all, is to create chaos and strife. Still, he only uses such trickery and malice in certain moments, and might consider himself less “immature” than other gods such as Loki or Set.

However, even despite his behavior he is not one to be trifled with. He is equally cunning and intelligent, and years of watching the human population has allowed for him to adapt to their waysand learn their weaknesses.

Hundun is not without his faults, however. While he is strong physically and mentally, he has a problem dealing with new threats. He has a tendency that, if he is unable to properly size someone or something up, he will become irrational and tense. This causes him to close up completely, and if he hates you enough, to lash out. He also is not very keen at making friends out of the blue, so you would need to prove yourself “significant” enough to get to know him. When you do, however, you will find he cares for people in a very ‘special’ way so to speak, rather that the longer the relation between you two is, the kinder he will become.

HISTORY:

I. WARMONGER

The last thing Hundun would have wanted in all of eternity was to end up on some island surrounded by fog that was filled with the sons and daughters of every deity imaginable, including his own.

And other gods. He hated the other gods.

Time had been unkind to the patron of chaos and creation. He once had power, tons of it, and ruled the abyss without worry. He watched empires crumble, kings rise and fall, warriors wet the grass with their blood all in the name of everlasting glory. But they were not everlasting. Nothing was.

Still, Hundun took great pride in the battles fought over the ages. The trickery and malice caused by him was a trophy in a treasure room- a symbol of his power. He enticed mortals, created pacts which he never upheld, and gave leaders their power in return for blood. War became his symbol, and the chaos that followed was his weapon.

He was proud, he was powerful. But most of all, he was feared.

II. DIVINE

He first became worried when warriors, previously accepting of each other, began to quarrel between each other. Diplomatic disagreements had become history, and soon disputes were solved with blades and arrows. Still, his worry was more a pang of uncertainty that simmered down in his belly. They did not prove to be too meddlesome in his affairs, rather quite the opposite. These warriors brought battles and war, something Hundun was quite fond of, and in one of the few times in his existence, he simply sat back and watched. It was interesting, to say the least.

China had changed overtime, modernizing and expanding. However, time told that these warriors were not fighting to solve national problems, despite what they told the population, but for the throne. This corruption, enticed by Hundun, ravaged the population, knocking off more people besides the fighters than he could count. Overtime, and despite Hundun’s efforts, the fighting began to grow out of hand as distrust and malice plagued the minds of everyone, keeping from a single ruler to be found. Despite Hundun being a sort of overseer, it was not his exact domain to rule in, and the other gods had already been working frantically in an effort to keep a hold on the civilization that was quickly unraveling before them. The divine beings were losing their grip, and quickly at that, and to add to the mess the idea of a supposed “single supreme god” had been promoted to the chinese population, causing the gods’ power to diminish greatly.

Quite frankly, Hundun understood why most of them chose to lose faith in the gods, and for once in a very long time he was scared.

In fact, Hundun, the great god of chaos and creation, was terrified.

III. EVANESCE

It was 1902 when Hundun officially left China, and renounced his title as one of the gods overseeing it. The Chinese population, significantly lessened due to war and disease, had given up by now with keeping ties with the old religion save for the small loyal stragglers. The gods had dispersed, not telling anyone of their plans and Hundun was no different. Whether some stayed and tried to reclaim the people’s faith or not, Hundun was gone. New religion had wiped him away, and instead of praying to Hundun to end violence and his malicious intent, the people prayed to an everlasting god high above.

Hundun was small, and he hated the feeling.

Hypothetically “packing up and moving away”, Hundun began to wander the earth for a new home. Other gods, present in their respected territories, would not have the god of chaos. No one wanted him, and so he instead went to places that he could practice his magic and control temperament on his own terms. These places were different to what he was used to- Hundun had grown accustomed to cherry blossoms and lush forests, but he found himself in grasslands and looming hills. He became very territorial over his newfound home, especially since, unfortunately, there were very few of them. This caused a rift with other nearby gods, especially those that controlled certain aspects of the territory Hundun was in, and small scuffles began to break out. Humans would note the skies darkening at random intervals of the day, the smell of rotting wood plaguing the air, and terrible storms appearing nad wiping away people and buildings. Overtime, the conflict between Hundun and the other gods began to completely change the environment, making it go from lush, green, and full of vegetation, to barren, rocky, and without a single tree in sight.

Even Hundun, not one of the most “caring” individuals on the planet, knew he had to leave.

IV. ASCEND

He was like an infection when not in his natural domain, and this infection would keep spreading into other areas unless Hundun did something about it. If anything, he didn’t want to piss off an entire legion of divines who were more than happy to defend their realm and join together in utterly obliterating the god of chaos.

So, he chose to find a solution.

Hundun started inquiring to many beyond, taking on the shape of different vessels as he searched within the human population. More often than not, these people would know nothing about places empty of other gods and cultures, and so Hundun was left with no answers. However, overtime he managed to catch snippets of information regarding a mysterious place home to deities and their children alike, where any being with ancient power housed in their blood could find a home. Hundun, although slightly adamant against sharing the same land as others, took this as a blessing and immediately set off to find this island, called “Mount Phoenix”. When he did, he was greeted with open arms, something the god of chaos was very wary of and not used to at all. However, with time, Hundun has come to adore his new home and (despite his nature) tries to be as welcome to newcomers as he can (although personality-wise, he’s still trying).

POWERS: Hundun grows stronger and more powerful in chaotic situations, whether it be great or small, and is able to use this to his advantage, not to mention he is also able to cause distrust and suspicions in people, causing them to turn on each other or worse, on everyone else. Hundun is also gifted in animating inanimate objects whenever he pleases and for whatever cause he wishes, although only for a limited time.

STRENGTHS:

Hundun has no limit to his power when in a chaotic environment, and his strength grows with each passing second

When Hundun instills distrust and suspicion in others, he is rendered somewhat invisible to them. Meaning, if he is in an environment with others who he causes to distrust each other, he will be left out of the post-conflict entirely

Hundun can instill varying levels of distrust in others, ranging from the smallest suspicions to outright chaos

When Hundun animates inanimate things, those object will obey him completely until they are dismissed.

When Hundun animates inanimate things, those things can take on a different purpose from their original design (such as a blender turned killing-machine type of thing).

WEAKNESSES:

Although Hundun can grow stronger/more powerful in chaotic situations, he cannot diminish said strength, meaning he can lose control in the situation and/or possibly cause even more damage than intended

When Hundun cause distrust in others it renders him somewhat ignored in their eyes, however if someone outside of the conflict brings him into it and/or something happens that causes him to be dragged directly into the chaos, then there can be trouble and the suspicions may be turned on him.

When Hundun instills distrust in more than one person it involves varying levels of focus. Instilling destruct in one person is easy- almost like breathing to him. However, with groups of 5-10 he must be very focused and have all his attention on those people.

When Hundun animates things, a time limit is set. For smaller objects, such as keys or knives, the time limit increases to up to an hour. However, for larger objects such as cars or even beds, the time limit is diminished to 30-45 minutes.

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