#unmourning

[skymantle]

shall not be mourned...

#portal #chelldos #logs #claims chell is unmournable. mourns anyway #another chelldos post coming up later i just need to get the screenshots... its more parallels. you know how it is.

[hydropyro]

This is the funniest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I’m howling

#Morrowind #Dagoth Ur #house dagoth #almsivi #almalexia #sotha sil #vivec #screw almsivi #the tribe unmourned #moon and star #indoril nerevar

[fallenclan]

ermies??????? why would sweetclover sit vigil for otterslip??????? i mean ik she's his granddaughter lmao,,,,,,,, but is there a reason why she would sit vigil for him when her sister wouldn't??????? (ik her cousins defo wouldn't sit vigil because they were born WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY after otterslip's exile LMAOOOOOOOOOOOO) was she closer to otterslip?????????? enough to excuse murder?????

-🦝

she was the closest grandkit to Otterslip, for one thing, but also she's just. an incredibly kind cat. she probably didn't go to Otterslip's vigil for her own benefit.

#either for his (no cat deserves to go unmourned) #or for another cats (they need the support) #fallenasks #raccoon anon

[anghraine]

I was just making tea and suddenly thought about how Anakin, a former slave, essentially has to address his teacher and (according to him) father-figure as "master," and continues to do so even after he's a Jedi knight and no longer Obi-Wan's pupil. When he falls, he addresses Palpatine as "master."

And when he meets Obi-Wan in ANH, his exact wording is "When I left you, I was but the learner; now I am the master."

It's worth noting that Palpatine never appears in ANH, and Vader never addresses anyone that way. Tarkin can get him to do things sometimes, but it seems mostly because he sees Tarkin's point or just doesn't care enough to fight about it, and he's not shy about voicing disagreement when he considers it worth the trouble. So he does exercise quite a bit of agency.

But things are a bit different by ESB. He seems to have a more powerful role in the Imperial hierarchy, yet at the same time, he has to kneel to Palpatine and call him "my master." However, this turns out to be something of a ploy; he's actually plotting against the Emperor. There's still some sense of agency there.

It's been largely crushed by ROTJ, though he manages to assert himself in small ways (mainly by determinedly referring to Luke as "my son" where Palpatine talks as if Vader and Anakin were separate people). Palpatine calls Anakin "my friend," but Anakin clearly understands this isn't true.

And after Anakin tried to get Luke to join him against the Emperor in ESB, by ROTJ, he's saying to him, "I must obey my master." His subjection now even extends to Luke in his view: "He is your master now."

This is ... horrifying, actually. And there's a certain logic to his final choice in this sense. I think it's pretty clear that Palpatine was orchestrating his death and replacement. The question was not if he would die, but when. And it seems like part of him is still very much in "I must obey my master" mode as he watches Palpatine (slowly and painfully) kill his son. But a larger part of him realizes that he is free to act.

Yes, that action will kill him. And no, he's not actively trying to die in order to escape consequences or whatever the hell that reading is. The narrative is structured in such a way that rebelling against Palpatine and acting freely will mean his death. Still, he can do it. He can, at least, choose how he dies, and save his son (the son he earlier consigned to Palpatine's mastery!). He can do something that he's rarely been able to: what he wants.

What he wants is to save Luke and see him with his own eyes. And that's exactly what he gets.

I've talked before about how the time crunch that the OT ran into affected Anakin's arc—his redemption was earlier envisioned as more extended and it's not clear that he would have immediately died. But the canon version does achieve something important, I think, in making the set piece ultimately pivot on Anakin's ability to choose.

#anghraine babbles #star wars #anakin skywalker #long post #also thinking about how he must have thought he'd die unmourned for a very long time #and without any say over how it happens #and because he makes the choice to sacrifice himself he gets what he wants and he dies beside someone who loves him

[zeebreezin]

20 for the throuple!

20. Will they recover from their trauma or will it consume them?

Oh boy.

So, we’re going to have to break this question down a little bit, because this is an interesting one when we’re talking about the throuple. I’m also going to be answering this pretty much all at once for all three of them, which will make sense in a second. TL;DR: It really depends on what trauma we’re talking about here.

If this question is talking about their personal trauma, from before the New Sequence, then I would argue that yeah, they have been recovering, admittedly in an incredibly unhealthy way. Isobel’s family breaking down directly after the fall, Vincent’s […], and Laurence’s trauma following the War on Hell are still things that follow them for the rest of their lives, but also their relationship does genuinely help them heal from their experiences. I’d be lying if that extremely codependent mess didn’t have some positive impact, especially in the sense of having other people to rely on emotionally. Don’t get me wrong here, they’re endlessly feeding each other's complexes in an ouroboros-like manner, but you’re also talking about three people who are all some combination of massively codependent/starved for affection & care/[…]/insanely lonely/have very strange definitions of love. Is the relationship healthy? No, absolutely not. Is it working? Yes. Are they in a better place than when they started? Yeah.

On the other hand, I don’t think any of them are really ever going to unpack the fact that. Well. “Hey you’re in a military sun cult dedicated to a mechanical god”. Both Isobel & Vincent died extremely loyal to the cause, and though Laurence is less fanatical than those two were on a few levels, he’s also in way too deep to ever come to any conclusions about that. Especially not when his memories of his early days in the New Sequence are hazed over in affection, thanks to Isobel & Vincent. A lot of the red flags are lost on him now, and I highly doubt he’d ever be able to really deconstruct his beliefs unless under very specific circumstances - specifically involving Beverley, who he’s gotten pretty attached to. Even then I can’t see that ending well for him, and would probably only end up in him self destructing even harder. Sorry buddy.

There’s another level to this, specifically considering the fact that Vincent’s whole sense of identity is out of wack. The man’s brain is fucked beyond belief and trying to classify if he’s going to heal as a person or not is really difficult, considering the fact that beneath his charm he’s a very hollow shell that gets filled with whatever Isobel wants him to be in the moment. I genuinely don’t know if he could heal from all that without another terrible thing happening to him in the other direction, and then we’d be talking about an entirely different character.

Basically, I think my final answer for all of them is…. “Yes, but actually no,” with a ton of citations needed. Whoops.

#zeeposting #photokeratitis #the hell scarred surgeon #the gregarious commander #the discreet artificer #YEAH….. THESE GUYS ARENT WELL…… AT ALL…………. #all sardonic charlatan lore has been redacted as that man his forgotten and unmourned #this was a fun question though!!!! I might expand on some of this later bc . well. ough #ask game #ask to tag

[aladaylessecondblog]

Fallen Star brainrot

Azura: why'd you do it. Literally the entirety of Morrowind gave you every reason not to

Sadara: I was drunk

Azura: The first time maybe, but what about the million other times?

Sadara: *gesturing vaguely across the room*

#STOP STOP STOP that is not reaping the harvest of the unmourned house #you are the worst nerevarine ever #let them be happy #dagoth ur #morrowind #tes #tesblr #fanfiction #elder scrolls #nerevarine

[sporadicboinglerstealer2000]

it came to me in a dream

#very inncaurrate but i did mt best #the image is so clear in my head but I cannot draw #this dreamw as wild like fifty plots at once #my art #ignore the white stuff around the little fairies whatever the fuck they are I tried #those aren't beaks btw it's their mouths #i said i tried alright #a lot longer in the dream too #head and neckwise #they're like that whimsical creature thing my brain just stretched them #the one of the right is the wizard king #glory to the sixth house #this is how you honour the sixth house and the tribe unmourned

[truth-01001001-liar]

I was given a small plant pot and the power of paint markers today. So of course me with my elder scrolls brain rot draws the tribunal and the sharmat sloppily on the sides.

#morrowind #almsivi #tes #tribunal #vivec #sotha sil #almalexia #dagoth ur #this IS how I honor the sixth house and the tribe unmourned thank you very much #my art

[babyblueetbaemonster]

im trying to draw dagoth ur for the first time TwT

YEAH!!! Go crazy and have fun!!!

#ask and i shall answer #i love dagoth ur he's a big bad guy with a mask haha #the first time would feel hard but you'll get a hand of it the more you practice :) #blessings of the tribe unmourned be upon ye #in a good way of course haha #almost forgot voryn's devine blessing is an uuuuhhhhh #dagoth ur

[rotworld]

Offal

if you wound an animal, it will come back more vicious than before.

->mason/reader. explicit; contains noncon, rough sex, gore, mild feral behavior.

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In—and out. You rake your fingers through the dirt and it gathers under your nails, but there’s nothing. Nothing to hold onto.

In—and out. People don’t make noises like that. Bears do, snuffling through a campsite. With claws and teeth and eyes like still, black water, they make those rumbling, throaty grunts while they eat. But not people. People don’t sound like this. 

In—and out. A sluggish, leisurely pace. Every thrust is slow but hard. There’s time to catch your breath between but you never do because then he’s in again punching the air out of your lungs. The thick drag of him, in and out, tugs at you inside. You’re broken. Your head rests against the ground and you look back, beneath yourself, and all you see is shadows—him—big and veiny, streaked with blood and cum.

In—and it stops. You’re full and breaking. His weight bears down on you as he reaches around, cupping your chin. He tugs your face out of the mud and makes you look at the cold forest. Delirious, you wonder if it looks back. If it sees you here, no different than any other pair of animals. Fucking. Fighting. Teeth in neck. Flesh in flesh. He grinds his hips into you and reaches somewhere deeper, forces past the clench of muscles and a hiss of pain. 

“You’re quiet,” he murmurs. “This the end of it?” He doesn’t pull out. There’s no room for breath, no reprieve. He stays right where he is and humps against you like an animal, a buck mounting a doe; in, in, in, deeper than before. You learn new agonies; what it feels like to split in two. Your thighs sting, legs spread too far apart. Cold, misty air chills the sweat on your skin. The dampened heat feels like sickness. He’s like a fire inside of you, licking pain across your muscles.

And then out. You’d collapse but there’s no further to fall. The hunter gets a grip on your hair again and tugs your head back at a painful angle. He makes you look at him above you. He makes you see just what you’ve done to him, the flush of his cheeks, the heat in his eyes. “If you’re done, you’re done. No shame in that,” he says. The words are gentle, soft like flannel. You’d like that, you think. You’d like to be done. 

In—and out. Harder than before. Faster. He wrenches a sob up from your belly, a sound you didn’t even know you could make. 

“We done, then?” he asks. In—and out. You feel the slap of his hips into you as much as you hear them. He’s so deep. It doesn’t feel real. It feels like a nightmare with impossible tortures, like his hands are in your guts. Like he’s clutching them, squeezing until they burst. Like he’s going to fuck them out of you, make room for nothing but himself inside. “Are we done?” he asks, and there’s a knife pressing against your throat. You cry out. You don’t recognize your own voice. That could’ve been a rabbit. A bird. Some little scared thing in the bushes. He grips your hair harder, pulling some out at the roots. He doesn’t hold the knife steady, too focused on the in, the out, the hot, clinging embrace of your insides dragging along his cock. Steel bites your skin. Your blood is hot as it slides down your chest, into your clothes.

“No,” you say, or try to. It’s more of a noise than a word, a pitiful whine that squeezes between your teeth. In and out, faster and worse and too deep, too much, like a hot knife and you can’t stop it, can’t do anything but writhe on it when he stabs it in. Your chest aches. Your lungs burn. Your throat is raw and you bit your tongue and there’s blood sliding down your throat. You writhe, desperate, helpless, hurting, but not done, a coyote that has decided the leg in the trap must go. “No. No! No!” you scream. The hunter moans on top of you. His grip around the knife goes slack and your fingers are weak, frostbitten and clumsy, but you wrap them around that bone white handle as tight as you can. 

In goes the knife, sinking hard through heavy fabric, skin and muscle. Through the leg, maybe the thigh, you don’t know, can’t see. It’s a blind, panicked stab that makes him shout. You’re shocked to hear that sound. Human. That’s what a human sounds like. Wordless, recognizable anger. The pain, the suddenness, it makes him clumsy. He’s slow to react. He shifts, tries to move the weight off of his injured leg, and you slip out from under him. You feel his fingertips graze your ankle but too slow, scraping down your pant leg.

On your knees and then back down, legs quaking, too weak to lift yourself but you can’t be, can’t let yourself be, on one foot and then the other, stumbling, shoving blindly against the hands that reach and claw for you. You have the knife and you swing blindly, catch something, tear and shred through it. You scream until you can’t anymore. Everything blurs, a rush of noise, movement, pain, and it’s seconds, just seconds, the most important seconds of your life, limping and staggering, throwing yourself away from him, anything to get away. You run, can’t believe it, run and nothing stops you. Your shoes slip over wet leaves and you’re on all fours, pushing yourself up the hill, away, uncaged.

You stop, just once, emboldened by freedom. You look back. You see the hunter leaning against a tree, chest heaving, eyes wide, red leaking between his fingers where he pressed his hand to the spreading stain in his side, but what does he see? You—animal. Blooded and bitten. Disheveled, mangy, furious. Your breath comes out hoarse and seething. You have to go. Have to hide. Rest. Lick your wounds. You study each other, hunter and hunted. You feel the balance shift. He looks vicious, teeth bared. His eyes are on the knife in your hand with heat and wanting.

You limp away, into the woods. If he wants it, you think, licking his blood off the blade—then he’ll have to come and get it.

#rotpeach writes #tpof #mason #that long mason fic is giving me trouble but heres a little appetizer in the meantime! #i got a prompt about griefing that i like so please bear with me as i write a little thing #also paging a very sweet anon who just found me here from ao3 im very emotional!!!! #im so glad you like my work #whenever someone says they liked the unmourned i get very excited lmfao its a personal favorite piece #tpof has me super inspired and working on lots of stuff so ive got some odds and ends on the way lol

[ivan-fyodorovich-k]

There’s a nonzero chance the liberal order will collapse and in no small part because young people hate it so much

It has been a victim of its own success; because it beat out the alternatives it is no longer possible meaningfully to internalize what was wrong with the alternatives, which now benefit from the idealization that comes with ignorance

#it does not need to be said that there will never be a moment in which anyone regrets its passing #it will die unmourned #but if things like the middle ages absolute monarchy fascism and communism can be woobified #maybe someday people will look back on it fondly #lonely at the top! nowhere to go but down etc.

[hydropyro]

This is the funniest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I’m howling

#Morrowind #Dagoth Ur #house dagoth #almsivi #almalexia #sotha sil #vivec #screw almsivi #the tribe unmourned #moon and star #indoril nerevar

[maidmythics]

thinking about the line “if i relaxed my body now, i’d fall apart. i’ve always lived like this, & it’s the only way i know how to go on living. if i relaxed for a second, i’d never find my way back. i’d go to pieces, & the pieces would be blown away.” & remilia tonight .

#because she has lived her life in so much fear & grief & guilt that she doesn't know how to *not* live life like that u know . #safety to her (& feeling safe) is SO new to her. for so long she was the prey in the corner now she's Not & she's wondering: #when will this safety stop? when will the pain begin again? what if everything goes back to how it was? #how she's almost obsessed w remaining tragic because that's all she knows & she doesn't think she will survive without it ... #like .... who is she without this sadness of hers? but also: who is she without this prophecy????????? #without this prophecy she's nothing . she would have died alone & unmourned #GAHHHH

[voluptuarian]

I'm getting through a reading for class, and currently on the re-titling/re-naming craze during the French Revolution and found this

Imagine your parents come up to you one day and tell you your name is Brutus now. And you know you're not even named for a halfway cool Brutus, no, your parents are naming you after somebody they admire for not giving a shit his about sons dying.

#not going to lie if it was suddenly socially acceptable to name your son spartacus #I might have taken the plunge #and I know what's going on with the brutus story but as the child of a man #who would absolutely have sacrificed me unmourned for Anything if it would have made him look good #I don't give a shit #lucius junius brutus can get fucked #french history #french revolution

[pipskippy]

in hxh when gon said "killua, you have it easy...since it means nothing to you" and when antigone said to her sister ismene "you will not die, not with me you won't. you had nothing to do with this" amnd in code ge ass when suzaku said to lelouch "nothing that happens now is any of your concern! your very existence is a mistake! you need to be erased from this earth!" collecting many such phrases

#another one is chu2's “you're of no use to me alone” to pareo #rereading antigone is crazy for me because something about the themes and dialogue are so cg to me. #code geassis a beautiful classic tragedy NOT well if you really pick and choose. i dont mean to endorse cg but anyways lelouch was reading #antigone for inspiration for zero requiem this is perfectly logical a claim to make because he was reading hamlet in the first episode or w #atever. like “unmourned friendless i am led away. the path is ready. they sing no wedding song” “to my tomb #my wedding my home/the eternal vigil of the grave....i am the last and lesat. before my time #i am descending to that world; but i am returning home as well #from an exile" for the interpretation that zero requiem was a wedding and a lovers suicide and all. well there are some parallels #<- guy who keeps forgetting you cant put commas in the tags #antigone is kind of like if suzaku successfully killed himself and nunnally tried to die with lelouch right at the end. also if the emperor #was still alive and had lelouch killed etc #...among other many things. among? 📮 #suicide mention #tw suicide #code geass spoilers #pip speaks

[ramblebrambleamble]

Why does Elynas haunt his bones?

Why does Durin's heart still beat?

What is the knowledge (we must atone)

That sends gods to their knees?

#genshin impact #tell me more of glittering Gold #and of her thousand beasts? #are the divine heralds of the chasm #heralds of that black abyss? #tell me. who was their judas #that sealed them with a kiss? #who called down the nail #and who was it that was spared #a million shattered people #take heed traveler and beware #who lives a life of legend? #who lives a life of scorn? #who will reach for godhood #and who will die unmourned? #the rebellion is growing traveler #delusions and visions abound #pick a side adventurer #and win all our renown #(and in the shadows the abyss #seals it with a poisoned kiss)