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#weep with those who weep
saewokhrisz · 2 months
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"i woke up in the middle of my surgery
and i watched them botch my heart"
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lucy-bladeshield · 1 month
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Can you imagine how terrified Aelwyn must be? Her baby sister and her dumb friends have just said the name of a dead god and the world went mad, and they went into the briefcase of the one named The Ball and the one with the dead god casted a ward of death on you. And now it's been who knows how long and spell after spell you try and cast won't open the briefcase?
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fallout-lou-begas · 12 hours
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i am almost constantly thinking about the mountain of implication, characterization, and insanely fucked up unspoken and unknown stories that are packed into the single paragraph of this ending slide for arcade gannon
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apple-death · 2 years
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Where Am I?!!
A yandere genshin sagau so if your not interested you can skip
This is based off of my “Knowing Au” which in short means the reader has read fics before so knows what could go down in the genshin world and if they end up in a gruesome au. Which they did
Tw: Angst, more angst, crying, mentions of attempted murder, trauma, guilt, me ripping your heart out with even more angst. I cried on the inside while writing this.
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It was cold in the grand church, one where the former “god” had taken residence in.
It was cold outside, where the warm sun used to bathe the brightly colored world.
It was cold, where warm blood would pump and circulate through the body of the broken god. 
It was cold where their heart should be. Where they should feel any kind of warmth. Not even out of love, but out of life. Out of living. It was cold.
But nothing could surpass the frozen silence and time when their rightful god, sat upon the impostor's throne gazed upon them. The unfaithful acolytes. Could it be considered gazing at them? Their eyes seem too...cold, empty, and gone.
“Your-your grace we didn’t mean-”
A swift hand from their grace silenced the bowing, sniveling bard. 
“How many did you kill?..How many did you senselessly murder?” 
Their gentle voice asked. Just light of a whisper, but heard by everyone in the room as they were attentive for their creators voice. Anything that wasn’t a shrill, glass shattering scream was what they all wanted.
“How. Many.”
They demanded this time when the acolytes hesitated at the question. The voice losing it’s once gentle touch, but no louder. 
Yae Miko, one who was at their side from the beginning, wordlessly handed a book to her creator. She knew that they were in a fragile state, and she didn’t have the heart in her to say the number.
“Thank you.” 
The creator quietly let out. Even in such a devastated state they were still kind and polite to their creations. To those that deserved it.
The flipping of pages echoed through the walls and as each second ticked by, the more the hearts of those in the building, dropped. The more they started to cry, and the more it turned into quiet weeping as page, after page, after page, after page was slowly turned. 
“We’re so sorry..”
“Please forgive us your grace.”
“We’ll take any punishment you see fit!”
The archons cried out in desperation. Anything for their god to look at them with love again.
But amidst their weeping and their pleas, they couldn’t see that their god was also crying. Crying over how many were slaughtered and what they lost.
“Why? Why did you kill so many just because they looked like me?! Some of these are even kids! Children!”
The broken sound of their god made them raise their heads from the floor to see their god weeping, which caused their hearts to shatter even further, if that was possible.
It was their fault that their god couldn’t look at them. It was their fault they could be near them. It was their fault they couldn’t stand them. Yet they asked for forgiveness anyways cause they couldn’t fathom doing anything else.
“They were impostors your grace!”
Venti blurted out.
“You being here confirms that they weren’t the real all creator!!”
Zhongli tried to reaason.
“HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?!!!”
Their god shot up from their seat as everyone looked at them in surprise at the sudden increase of volume. 
While yes, they had screamed as they were tortured by their acolytes and when they were about to be executed. They had always tried to be quiet, to be gentle, to be nice, to be forgiving. But this scream, this shriek held all the anger that they had yet shown.
“DID NONE OF YOU MORONS EVEN CONSIDER THAT IT COULD’VE BEEN REINCARNATION?! THAT MAYBE THERE WERE SO MANY IMPOSTORS BECAUSE YOU KEPT SLAUGHTERING ME?!!! THAT IT WAS TEYVAT ITSELF FORCING ME TO COME TO YOU?!!! TRYING TO TELL YOU THAT YOU WERE KILLING YOUR OWN GOD?!!!”
The full choir of cries and wails now filled the nation as not only the acolytes, but the followers as well heard their god’s rage, their sorrow, their grief as they were right. They had never taken that into consideration. 
The new idea of killing their god over and over even as they took on an early stage of life made them feel even worse. The sin of harming or even killing their own god was what they considered as the worst transgression they could commit, until their god said that. The act of killing their god repeatedly was so much worse.
“We’re sorry we’re sorry, we’re so sorry!!”
“SORRY FOR WHAT?? FOR HURTING ME? OR THAT YOU FELL FROM MY SO CALLED GOOD GRACES? OR IS IT BECAUSE YOUR’RE FACING THE CONSEQUENCES OF YOUR STUPID ACTIONS??!!!”
The room was filled with cries that were desperately trying to be suppressed. Sniffles and hiccups littered the room, but none were as attention grabbing as the ones coming from their god, who collapsed into the chair exhausted from finally letting their bleeding-heart speak.
“Your gra-...Y/n..”
Yae corrected as she rested a gentle hand on their shoulder. While formality was strict when it came to her god, she knew they hated that name for what it brought them. She also used their name because that was the only thing that could get their attention in their state. Their true name being said was such a rarity, Yae saw the light in their eyes come back when she said their name. It wasn’t much, but it was enough for her. Enough for both of them.
“-We can go back to the shrine, or even Snezhnaya if this is too much now.”
Yae waited for their tears to calm down for their answer, but her god asked her a question so meekly she didn’t hear it.
“Where am I?”
“Yo-Y/n?..What do you mean by that?”
She cradled their face in her hands as she stepped in front of them, blocking their view from the acolytes. She was concerned about why they would ask that. They’d sustained so many injuries it was possible that it could be a side effect or something that they missed.
“Where am I?”
They repeated a little louder. As fat, warm tears rolled down their cheeks and onto Yae’s hands that tried to wipe them away.
“-This isn’t the Teyvat that I fell in love with. These aren’t the people I fell in love with.”
They uncontrollably started crying as they curled in on themselves. Their voice growing until even the acolytes on the floor could here them,.
“My Teyvat would never do this. They would never slaughter kids and they would never hunt down someone for such a simple thing.”
Yae’s, and the recently appeared Tsaritsa’s heart broke as their god coninued on.
“This isn’t the Mondstadt I fell in, this isn’t the Izuma I fell in love with. There’s nothing here I loved before.”
“Surely you don’t mean-”
The Tsaritsa tried to cut in.
“I loved the people who would smile, I loved the people who would protect others and those who wished the best for others. Those who followed their ideals and dreams without influence, and those who were kind. But I’ve seen none of it here in this world. This world is cruel and unforgiving. It murders any that resembles me and has no qualms committing atrocities even against the innocent and young. It’s just a husk of what I love rotting from the inside desperately pretending it’s still alive.”
They choked out one more thing that even broke the ones who were in their god’s favor.
“This isn’t the world I loved.”
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@chocoenvy​
This was the first time making anything really angsty so I’m sorry if it wasn’t as sad as the Tw warnings said it would be. 
Reblog, but don’t repost or copy guys. :D
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insignificant457 · 6 months
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Sorry, don’t mind me, just thinking about Lyria’s empathy, compassion, and genuine human decency that has carried the emotional heart for the sequel series for three books now.
Lyria “I will risk my life for this gold warrior I don’t know, even when everyone around me will sit on the sidelines in fear” of lagalos
Lyria “I don’t care if it sends me to prison for the rest of my life, I’ll turn myself over to a government that has basically abandoned me and my people if it helps save those kidnapped kids” of lagalos
Lyria “I don’t care if you don’t want my help, you’re in labor and I’m not going to leave you alone for it” of lagalos
Lyria “I’m going to save these girls I don’t know from sexual slavery even if it means putting myself in a position to be abused or killed” of lagalos
Lyria “if it’s a choice between being powerful and remaining myself I will choose to remain myself every time, without hesitation” of lagalos
Lyria “I just wanted to say I’m sorry about ulysses” of lagalos
Lyria “it doesn’t matter to me that you once killed the man who was trying to liberate my people, you’re here now and that’s what matters” of lagalos
Lyria “in the face of someone seconds away from ripping my heart out, I will choose to believe in her humanity and remind her who she is and who she is not” of lagalos
In conclusion:
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Oh we are so BACK
When I tell you I saw this and died. HELLO?????
I keep hiding my face lahshjsdhjgfsaf HE HAS NO RIGHT. NO RIGHT AT ALL BEING THAT SEXILY INTENSE AAAAAAAAAAA
Anyway, I should probably try to make some attempt at describing the event since. If I don't I'll just be barking/crying/hiding my face for the next twelve hours.
Basically--and I'm not sure this is going to be across the board, but it held true for Napoleon and Sebastian at least--each suitor has a birthday event this year instead of a separate story. Comte's won't be released until tomorrow, but they have posted a preview.
From what I gather, he talks a little bit about himself and reveals parts of his past that haven't come to light in the game yet. There wasn't really enough to convey a coherent narrative beyond attending a party, but the line displayed here does get across the larger theme:
Comte: (I don't need momentary pleasure or ephemeral affection any longer. Now that I know love, there's nothing but you.)
He talks about how the aristocracy have thrown parties and extravagant celebrations for his birthday for most of his life. But none of it has ever really made him happy, largely because he knows that they are attempts to strengthen and broadcast power relations within high society. While I don't think he means it's entirely devoid of well wishes, I do think he sees it as a nexus of influence--and thus, by nature, impersonal. And honestly, I don't think he's wrong about that; the higher the echelon in social standing, the more it requires performance to maintain the position.
That being said, there is a fascinating flashback where he remembers a pureblood telling him about how falling in love with a human is an experience of another caliber entirely. My understanding is that Comte was still a fairly young vampire at the time, so he didn't really understand what the person was getting at. It seems like the other pureblood was trying to convey the difference in feeling, perhaps the fact that humans are more grounded in accordance with how they live--the reality and necessity of change.
After reading this--and the recent 5th bday story--I can absolutely see how change is something Comte has a complicated relationship with. He's known a certain way of life for so long, has constructed a sensibility of distant, rational maturity. After all the heartbreak of his youth, and two very acute traumatic events in his life, I can see why he'd be so afraid of broaching any kind of proximity with another person. Because on some level it's so much easier not to put your feelings on the line, to never have to fear devastating loss. And that's to say nothing of the worry of being unable to measure up on behalf of another person, of letting them down.
I'm so excited to see the rest of the contents, but something about the preview made me equal parts giddy and enamored (all I do is kick my feet with excitement LOL). I think what gets to me with Comte is that he truly does love companionship as a place to rest, a place where he can be honest about himself and his feelings without fear of ridicule (and the same goes for MC). In a world increasingly obsessed with surface level performances of power, status, and emotion, it's hard not to feel his exhaustion to the core.
Also, because these lines at the end more or less destroyed me in the best possible way:
MC: ...The you who had nowhere to belong no longer exists. In much the same way...Abel, I belong to you. Comte: ... Comte: I wish I could say to myself all those years ago, the me who kept indulging in such paltry things. Comte: Until you meet MC, you will never know love... The warmth of MC in my arms filled me with such joy I was near tears. (I don't need momentary pleasure or ephemeral affection any longer. Now that I know love, there's nothing but you.) The moment my lips found hers, the sweetness lit a fire deep in my body. Comte: These cute lips that melt against mine, the heat of your skin, the love that envelops me in your embrace--always leaves me so deeply in love with you.
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difeisheng · 6 months
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concept: li lianhua and di feisheng living long enough to see their hair turn silver, together
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meadowlarkx · 9 months
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rated under: things i wish i reread before working on fic
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The post about GitF has briefly revived my Moffat saltiness lol
Every single contribution he made during RTD’s era (aside from Blink) involved introducing a love interest for the Doctor or Rose, I mean come on!
I’m actually surprised he didn’t have Sally reveal she fell in love with the Doctor, but...GitF and the Library episodes are just so out of place 😭right smack in the middle of their respective seasons’ arcs suddenly here’s someone Ten is now apparently in love with and someone he’s going to marry sometime in the future😭 they really do feel more like Eleven episodes
and in s1 with Rose being so...idk how to word it maybe “ditzy” around Jack- like the lines about fainting or getting swept off her feet or how he’s talking to her about a bomb and she’s going “promises promises” 
it always rubbed me the wrong way, she didn’t act that way around Adam (if anything he’s the one that fainted lol), Mickey or the Doctor
there was something just so passive about how she was behaving there compared to how fierce she was in ‘The Unquiet Dead’ or “Rose” or “The Long Game”
ok if I don’t stop rambling now I’m going to write an essay haha
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IF ONLY i had a fucking coin for every time some western sOciALisT equalizes Ukrainian and r. governments or says that ‘workers die on each side’ or says that they are against war altogether
oh to have so much arrogance to write elaborate posts about it, to say leisurely and haughtily that in some time world will look upon history from a socialist/communist pov. how does it feel to get off on your every word?
how many times do we have to say the plain truth? WE CAN’T JUST ‘NOT FIGHT’. WE WILL DIE. we don’t have the luxury of pacifism — it was stolen from me personally when i woke up to a message from my friend saying it’s the war. when i see my mother cry because she can’t see her son.
when you see Izyum you think we should’ve given up to avoid it. when we see it, we know exactly why we fight.
any person who thinks that one can fight a killer by pacifying them, you may go fuck yourself. in fact, please do that instead of teaching us how to live.
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dalandan012 · 2 months
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Why nobody gaf about jean birthday art. Idgaf about those skinny white boy men and that enjou guy. Where is my jean hype. Justice for my girl. My Husband please
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feelbetterlove-books · 2 months
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Live 'Be (Acoustic)' reaction:
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baejax-the-great · 6 months
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Got an email today calling me the international authority on the protein I wrote my PhD thesis on
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arlovegood · 8 months
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Whenever I read a fic where Rhaenyra bonds with her little siblings and gives them the love the greens never gave them my heart hurts. I hate who Aegon II and Aemond became but I also see what they could’ve been had they been giving proper love and not that toxic thing Alicent and Otto fed them. Anyway, point is: Fuck the greens, fuck Otto and fuck Alicent.
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wiirocku · 3 days
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Romans 12:15 (NLT) - Be happy with those who are happy, and weep with those who weep.
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crowned-ladybug · 11 months
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Trying to beat back my cringe response at my own stuff with a stick. Anyway, happy pride to these two idiots
Inspired by captura nonsense with @riftwalker-limbro today
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