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princessnamora · 1 year
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bloodredx · 1 year
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Canticle 22
Previously, in this world simplicity ruled. There was light and there was dark. There was water, and there was fire. Not much moved, and though time acted, it did not drag upon the flesh. No hunger nor desire was beholden to the body and the beasts merely existed. That all souls be present in their own forms would make The First One pleased, that they might be able to visit their precious companions at any whim delivered. But most critical, there was nothing in the sort of understanding of birth or death that we find now. The great god discovered this was a misunderstanding, and with the creation of the Beginning and the End sought to rectify these errors. The cost was paid, now the only steps remained were in the correction of the cycle.
Taking hold of these Twin Myseri, The First One pulled them alongside all gods, Vestiges, animals, and man to their place of entry. Their exhaustion from the act of creation, the resurrection of all souls, the duties and cost paid that their voice could only weakly flow from the body of Moth, who flew before all as they always did. The First God spoke their last words to the precious land of Ha’venia, the sanctuary they cherished above all others.
“To all that this form holds in valor.” Their voice creaking against the weight of words alone. “There is much that could be spoken. There is much to apologize for. But nonetheless, the result is all the same. And here have all arrived, in the result so predicted. The Song demands more of this form than can be expressed beyond the waves and ripples of time, space, and understanding. For that, there should be grievance and misery.”
A brief pause, and with the combined efforts of these new Twin gods, the Corruption taking hold of all the souls present was eased, setting right one last time the backlog of power the Divine had taken when the souls locked themselves into traps of mundanity. The First God continued, feeling the body of Moth grow faint from the power overfilling it. “With this final act, this form sets things right. That this world be a phantom of light in a course of chance. May it be blessed with the continuance of a new era. This form offers a gift, the final one it could give. These two gods, the Beginning and the End to ensure its continuation. Grant them the same affection offered to thine own form, to that of the four elemental, to the Vestiges and to each other. For now all held in body and blood is temporary. Savor the fleeting, for it is all that is held at the beginning and end.”
With those last words uttered, Moth flew away, upward and out, taking along with it the Divinity and might of that which watched this world, the energy, the universe. Where The First God has left might never be known. For mankind are beneath the tracts of Divinity. To try and tempt that conclusion is at the cost of all gifts offered and given by that great god. Should it be held in any regard, that all should be embraced. Tearing itself apart, the great god loved all, to treat with the same care as a parent might a child. Their favored form, and last gift granted. That all be born, exist and raised. Just in the same fashion they were. That they had given. The First one is still felt in each and every one of us, though their touches were gentle, not the same as the Myseri or the Vestiges. And the debts paid by one so great, so kind, can never be repaid. Especially after all was cast.
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angelsaxis · 1 year
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for anyone on here who has no idea whats going on with twitter
elon says comedy is finally legal now that he's bought twitter
elon says if you want to be verified you can just buy it for 8 bucks a month. somehow this will help free speech and it definitely wont aid in dis/misinformation campaigns by trolls and racists using their blue checks to buy credibility.
(to prove honesty and integrity, very many current blue checks are announcing they will not buy the verification)
now that comedy is allowed some current blue checkmarks change their display names (like a blog title) and their icons to match elon musk to do shit like this
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and tweet shit like this
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which makes him say this
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(the above tweet actually had parody account in the header and bio and still got suspended)
so now people are getting outright suspended or even permanently banned (Kthy Griffith) for impersonating Elon
People are also going to be suspended without warning
there are rumors elon is unblocking himself from accounts that had blocked him
shits a mess
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euphorictruths · 3 days
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Faerie Dragon- Jon Carraher
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v1x-holo · 24 days
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Pspsps twf fans pspsps I have food for ya >:]
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dailyflicks · 3 months
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MYSTERIOUS SKIN (2004) dir. Gregg Araki
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itsbetterthananal · 11 months
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sipped-lapped-swilled · 2 months
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The laugh track and I will never be friends. We simply don't have the same type of humour. Often the laughter comes too soon before the joke could fully develop. Sometimes in the funniest moments there's dead silence. And other times it plays in moments that aren't that funny, making the other well written jokes appear cheap and ridiculous. This thing makes me question my entire perception of the episodes because we're seldom laughing together.
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Reblog with your Obscure Fandom™ that includes yourself and like, maybe one other person. If enough of us band together we'll find each other and raise awareness.
Also if it was a bad video game from your childhood that you were impressionable enough to believe had a good and compelling story but that made virtually no cultural impact, I see you.
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beanghostprincess · 5 months
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finally going to watch the daddy issues movie (red)
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princessnamora · 1 year
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The third winner will receive a very important certificate of merit...
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bloodredx · 1 year
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Canticle 5
But once more, a single weeping soul threw its Notes into the Song. The caustic discord found its way to the ears of the First One, who rushed to the aid of such a suffering beast. It found them shrieking, scared and alone, abandoned by its kin for fear of the same happening to them. The First One scooped up such a being, cradling it within the energy of eternity as it had so many eons ago to the first soul that had slipped out of the veil. “Oh, dear creature, why is it that thou suffers so?”
Looking over the soul of the beast, those same disturbing cracks and crumbles appeared. Yes, the cycle as the god had foreseen was coming to a close. This world was a harsh and cruel place, beyond the severities seen in the modern days. Fire coursed the lands in the form of lava, floods rampant to wash away all. The winds whipped and were aggressive beyond muster, and the earth was prone to split and crumble away below the feet. But these events, once rare in the beginning, had only increased. The Song was warping and warbling, and at first the god found it a curious quirk, something to be studied and beheld, but it soon grew. And the cascade was a trouble to stop, combining in all these tragedies against the Previous Living. This one soul was only the first victim, but this would spread. The First God was faced with a terrible choice: rip the Precious Living back to their safe spot behind the veil and protect them with their Divine might, but break all trust and happiness that was given in those first free steps. Or, the god could of course allow this to happen, there was something to be said in allowing a Song to end, after all there is no reason to expect all to continue. Let the souls fall to dust, to be the fluke of existence that they truly were and fade to memory.
The First God did not want that either, and so torn by these two miserable fates, it fell to inaction. Staring at this pitiful thing, pain again entered its form. They reached out, fading from Ha’venia to return back to the realm of the Divine. Alone, they searched for some solution, for in their own realm it was possible again to see all answers, their eyes shining in different colors still torn between those two solutions had to make a choice. And in a moment of passion, determined that it could have neither.
The true problem was lying in the corners of existence, the duties the god had been denying to act upon in order to follow their own desires and wills. To linger amongst the Precious Living was to neglect the rest of the universe, and so it found the energies of Fire, Water, Earth, and Air stagnating. Corruption of these forces were spreading as they backed up, unable to cycle amongst the world and the Divine back and forth as they should. For The First One had not been there to hold open the curtain for each of these forces. And so it destroyed and tainted all that passed along it. That corrupted soul in its clutches now knowing the taste of its god’s neglect.
Guilt and misery pained The First One. All of this world was a fluke after all, the natural state of these energies were obligated to be separate, at rest, not dynamic as this world had become. The god, in stress, unfurled their great wings. All beneath them trembled in fear, for something so magnificent cannot be beheld by the living alone, and indeed, this distraction proved well enough. A similar creature, one containing a soul crawled along, so warped by the god and its might it reared back. “Great one!” It cried, fighting its own fears, traumas, corruption to face its friend, companion and brother all at once. “Please, do something! We are but tools in your hands. Do what needs to be done to make us useful.”
The First One was taken aback by a creature so feeble being so bold, finding courage in the body of nothing greater than a worm. But the words were enough to free the paralysis from their Divine form. An answer was suddenly struck clear. Taking the failing beast close, they comforted the corrupted soul as best they could, softly whispering sweet words. “Dear companion. There is no solution in this quandary without sacrifice. Either this form takes from thee all freedoms, or it loses thee entirely. Both unacceptable. But…” The god turned to face the rest of the universe, seeing the chaos spiraling, unsustainable and improbable. “Tasks must be done elsewhere. Tasks that this form cannot bear to complete. Tasks alone that might save thee. Thine own kin. If it must be done, so be it. For this form, now knowing the truths of companionship, cannot bear to be without accompaniment. The Song would not move the same. So this form must face that sacrifice.”
All at once, before any one thing, Precious Living, Vestige, or other cosmic power could react, The First One dissolved their form, taking the shape of its nameless power, a pure entity of Divine might. It scooped the worm-beast up at once, and in another the failing soul of the corrupted one. “If this form might be granted, there is something to be done. At least to remember. To always know what once was, what could have been.”
So here The First One enacted their very First Act of Creation. The worm-beast was drawn, changed in ways their own body or soul could not have even mapped, transmogrifying from a worm, to a tight ball, and finally breaking free a creature of intense beauty, wings not unlike that of the god who now held them. “Oh great one, a thousand vows of gratitude is owed to thee! For what does this one deserve such a blessing?”
“No blessing, dear Precious one. A mere offering, a creation in stand to bless with memorial. Let this form and the might within it be always permanent, even if it is not. Dear one, Moth, please remember and listen to the Song always. That is what this one requires.”
Before the newly named Moth could answer, a terrible shriek from the corrupted beast forced the god to act. Sacrifice. Adamsa Narcissta Norinteen Frisay Priasi, stepped away from this world and tore the very wings of Divinity off of their back. The symbol of all they were, their might, their mastery of the elements and energies that build this world in order to protect the Precious Living. The mere flukes of the world that they had come to care for so passionately. No shriek of pain nor regret tainted the Song as the god did this no, the sacrifice was necessary and they knew it. Such actions would be the best for all, even at the expense of might beyond word or mortal understanding. Yes, as the failing traces of their omnipotence leaked from their form, a new set of power brushed around them.
For the wings of this great god each were attuned to one of those primal energies. Fire, Water, Air, and Earth all swirled before them. And in that last act of power, the quickly fading might of the god enacted its Second Act of Creation. From each wing, a new form was sculpted, shaping and moving in all the same sense of sentience as the great god themselves. Each one becoming a god in their own right, though not as great as The First One alone. Exhausted from the pain and weariness, the nerves of self-sacrifice, The First One addressed these new creations, deeming them the Myseri. The Musicians.
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gashface · 5 months
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Why didn't you just turn back?
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This isn't your home, return to your mother's womb
This yearning for my long awaited return, in this empty town
Yet you step foot once again, I finally understand why.
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therosecrest · 5 months
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octopath-traveler-ost · 4 months
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Forest of Mysery - By Yasunori Nishiki
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devondespresso · 1 year
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the feminine urge to dig through every scene steve is in to compile a masterlist of any and all traits, facts, and details we could gather from canon
and not to prove a "right" way to characterize him but to give more ideas and jumping off points for us to play with. we don't have a lot of details explicitly laid out for us so we do assume a lot (some of those assumptions don't have a strong canon backing which is fine but some definitely do and a lot of people don't realize?? we're not too far off with some of this) but theres definitely stuff implied here and a good bit of it's probably intentional (you're rarely "looking too far into it" with filmmaking. there are happy accidents but a shit ton of this is intentional otherwise it wouldn't be there)
anyway would anyone be interested in seeing it? rn it's just like an impulse before i go to bed but if anyone actually wants to hear whatever i find it might actually push me to do it tomorrow
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