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🎶 On the sixth day of Sharkmas, my true love gave to me🎶
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wiirocku · 1 year
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Genesis 1:31 (ESV) - And God saw everything that He had made, and behold, it was very good. And there was evening and there was morning, the sixth day.
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crassussativum · 2 years
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From the time Dius had been put in the medbay he was only conscious in small bursts at a time. He quickly developed a fever, beads of sweat forming on his neck and rolling down to make his pillow wet. He talked quite a lot, delirious, and still half asleep. Not knowing what he was saying. Calling out for his master. Begging to make the pain stop. Thrashing in the bed so violently at one point the nurses had to restrain him or he'd hurt himself and others. Dius cried when that happened, his voice breaking in hopelessness. Someone dosed him with something to make him sleep and soon he was out again. 
 But it took five days of detox. Five days of fevers, of throwing up anything he was given. Of the outbursts. Of begging. He needed something, please, couldn't they see he was dying? 
Siska stayed on the Indomitable. Taking shifts with sitting by Dius. Dabbing his neck and foreplate, to wipe away the sweat. To try to help him drink or eat something. To watch his friend and former lover accuse them and curse anyone around him for hurting him. The drell was tired, feeling paper thin, and on the sixth day he switched places with Mav. Grateful to get to go to sleep. 
 On the sixth day the fever finally broke. And Dius opened his eyes to search his surroundings.
All Mav could do was to stroke his fingers over Dius’ foreplate with utmost care. He couldn’t cry with him, as much as he wanted to, as much as he felt that particular ache behind his cybernetic eyes, he just wasn’t capable of it anymore. He keened and he whimpered with sympathy every time Dius begged for relief, for his master, for the pain to stop. And he stroked over his fringe.
Siska, more than once, convinced him to leave the room. To eat, to shower, to sleep. Every time he left the room, he felt his Spirit staying behind with his mate.
For six long, long days, he and Siska traded places off and on. For six long, long days, his Spirit coiled and twisted in the misery of his mate. And finally, Dius’ fever broke, finally he opened his eyes and there was more than that animal type of madness in the stormy gray.
Mav leaned over him, mandibles hanging loosely and his hands shaking. “Dius?”
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brother-hermes · 1 year
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All 6's & 7's: Transforming Water Into Wine
Diving back into the symbolism behind the Wedding At Cana to lead into the narrative of the Samaritan Woman at the Well. Let's unearth the hidden meaning of the 6 Ceremonial Jars. Rock with me on the journey within.
“On the third day there was a wedding in Cana, in Galilee, and the mother of Jesus was there.” -John 2:1 Jewish mysticism has a practice called gematria- interpreting the meaning of scriptures based on numerical values. It’s a very complex Kabbalistic idea I won’t even attempt to capture here because it’s that deep. However, any time you see numbers you can guarantee there is a mystical aspect…
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blackbullswk · 6 months
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BLACKBULLSWEEK'23! (sixth day)
It's november 16th and here's the sixth day's prompts; a day of heaing and aftermath, of freedom and breaking the law! We look forward to everyone's works! ✨
- Tag: blackbullsweek2023 - AO3 Collection: Black Bulls Week 2023 - Prompts/Rules/etc: Pinned Post
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melody-onis · 1 year
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mishalogic · 1 year
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On the sixth day of Christmas my true gave to me ... Christmas
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tmblrfuckingsucksass · 6 months
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Splendid fellows ..... ALL of you! - art by Sam Shaw
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unrinconmas · 10 months
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dungeondaily · 1 month
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April 3
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Today in Dungeon Meshi: Falin attacks. Kabru and Mithrun fall to the sixth floor.
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harrowharkwife · 4 months
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i'm so used to there just being random unidentified bones laying around everywhere in these damn books that it finally occurred to me, just now, to wonder where the bones on new rho came from. y'know, the bones palamedes always tried to teach nona necromancy on.
they're his.
palamedes, who always loved teaching, living on borrowed time in a body that's not his own. palamedes, mentoring, teaching- parenting, by sixth standards, mind you. and that boy is sixth, through and through.
and the entire point of teaching nona necromancy in the first place was to try and determine if nona is, well, nonagesimus, right? so it has to be bones, it can't not be bones. bones are, like, her whole thing.
but they're not in the nine houses, anymore. things are different, on new rho.
they burn bones here. dig up the cemeteries. a society terrified of zombies will evolve to dispose of its dead differently.
the only bones he has access to now are his own. (camilla wouldn't let anyone take them- skull or hand, doesn't matter. they're still him, and she doesn't let go, remember? it's her one thing.)
palamedes woke up every morning wearing someone else's body to then gently place the shrapnel of his own in the cupped palms of a girl who's the closest thing he'll ever have to a daughter and try to teach her- how did the angel put it, again? normal school, as much as possible, for as long as possible.
(but hey, in a roundabout way, at least it's a chance for him to touch camilla again, right? nevermind that she's not there to feel any of it because he's in the driver's seat, that he can only stay for fifteen minutes at a time. it's atoms that belong to camilla touching atoms that used to belong to him, and that's close enough. he'll take what he can get, these days- if she can be their flesh, he can be the end. so what if holding his own bones is a mindfuck? so what if looking at them makes him nauseous? surely he can suck it up and deal with it for fifteen minutes. it's the least he can do— his poor camilla was the one who had to scrape the bloody pulp of them off the floors of canaan house.)
(speaking of, here's a fun fact: we actually only see nona practicing with the bones one time, on-page. camilla's final line in that scene, before palamedes takes over, is none other than: 'keep going. there are some bones left.' ow!)
remember, too, that the only part of dulcinea, the real dulcinea, that palamedes ever physically touched, was her tooth- the one that ianthe gave him, pulled from the ashes cytherea burnt her down to. he only ever touched dulcie once, and it wasn't until after she was already gone, but that doesn't matter- it still happened, and you can't take loved away.
in this same roundabout, bittersweet, by-proxy sort of way, palamedes has been physically touched by nona, too: the atoms she currently occupies, touching atoms that he used to occupy, and never will again.
the main interaction we've seen between palamedes and his mother took place back on the sixth, with her acting as mentor and him as pupil: the two of them studying a set of hand bones, juno encouraging him every step of the way.
we know that harrowhark's "most vivid memory of her mother was of her hands guiding harrow's over an inexpertly rendered portion of skull, her fingers encircling the fat baby bracelets of harrow's wrists, tightening this cuff to indicate correct technique."
they're still small for a nineteen year old, but the wrists are bigger, in this new set of memories nona's making. and it's not an inexpertly rendered portion of skull anymore- it's a hand, now, albeit one crafted from [a piece of skull reassembled (painstakingly—passionately—laboriously reassembled) from fragments, manually, and not by a bone magician, from the skull of someone who, soon after death or symptomatically during, had exploded.] and the identity and origin of these bones is no mystery at all. they belong to palamedes, and he's consented to their use for this purpose, and that matters.
but the details are just set dressing, really. the foundation of the memory is the same.
palamedes and his mother, juno and her son.
harrow and her mother; pelleamena and her daughter.
nona and her father-mother-teacher; palamedes and his daughter.
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maplebars · 4 months
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🍃♫✧˖°.
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notedchampagne · 8 months
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mathematical fact that she looks more like wake the older and sadder she gets
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ziptie-bouquet · 8 months
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Have you all noticed how Simon's outfit changes over the course of the show? He goes from his original outfit to his Ice King robes, to a worn suit with a blue tint, and then back to his normal Simon suit. I think this visually shows that Simon is slowly realizing he actually doesn't want to ever be Ice King again, even if he keeps saying that he has to. Considering it was his most fucked up version yet who gave him back his Simon outfit, it also probably symbolizes that he's remembering what's important in his life: finding Betty, not "fixing" Fionna and Cake's world. It was thinking about Betty that kept him relatively harmless in Adventure Time. The Winter King doesn't have that and is much more destructive than the Ice King ever was. I think this is especially explicit when he asks the Winter King about Betty and he replies he doesn't think about her anymore, and it's even more so when you consider this scene starts with Simon commenting on getting back his old suit.
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destinysbounty · 9 months
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Yall ever think about how Zane is a seer with prophetic dreams of the future, but he's also a robot with memory problems who struggles to maintain his sense of self? Like. He's condemned to see a future he cannot prevent, yet cursed to long for a past he cannot recall. His dreams are filled with the vestiges of tragedies yet to come, but never the tragedies he wishes he could remember. Do you think he ever used to get disappointed when he'd have prophetic dreams, upset that it was another vision of the future but not of the past he so desperately wished to understand?
Anyway I'm gonna start biting people
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fanofspooky · 2 months
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Horror movies of 1999
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