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stagefoureddiediaz · 3 months ago

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So its 2am and I’m still on my ‘911 is using The Wizard of Oz theming to tell Eddie’s story’ soapbox and thought I’d talk about something I didn’t go into in my other 911/Wizard of oz post - the fact that Oz, the Emerald City, the wicked witch of the west and the Wizard are all an allegory for the Catholic Church and Christian faith more widely!

I’ve made quite a few posts about 911 playing into religious iconography and so I thought I’d add to that post count by talking about the (anti) religious theming in The Wizard of Oz more generally and how it relates to Eddie’s arc!

The Emerald city is designed to look like a Cathedral

The way the wizard of oz - both the books and the film, plays on religious imagery is similar to the way that C.S Lewis played on it in his Chronicles of Narnia series - but where C.S Lewis created a positive allegory that upheld religion and religious beliefs, Frank Baum was creating a more negative allegory- where religion does't provide the answers, but the individual person

Dorothy starts her journey in Kansas - in the real world, but finds herself in the technicolour world of Oz after a tornado transports her over the rainbow. The film, especially, plays on the idea of her having a head injury - causing her to have this vivid dream of this fantastical land - which is why we see the people of Kansas appear as characters in Oz.

Oz is clearly playing on the idea of heaven and hell and limbo. The wicked witch of the west represents the devil (lucifer) and her castle Hell. While the Emerald city represents the house of God (the church). Glinda is supposed to be an arch angel. Remember that lucifer is a fallen arch angel.

The wizard is a man from the same world as Dorothy and is meant to be viewed as a priest (most likely the pope) - priests being Gods representatives on earth

While the silver (book) or ruby (film) slippers are a representation of enlightenment.

Dorothy is searching for a way out of her ‘coma’ dream and so goes on a journey through Limbo to the house of god to try and get home- along the way the devil tries to stop her getting to the church and subsequently into heaven using the tricks at its disposal. The devil doesn’t succeed and Dorothy and her friends navigate their way to the emerald city and complete the tasks they think god has set for them so they may gain what they seek - to go home, brains, a heart, courage.

It is here that they discover the lies of the priest and once he is gone they all figure out they had what they sought all along - they are enlightened and didn’t actually need the priest or the house of god at all. From there Dorothy chooses to go home and awakes from her coma back in the real world - but retains the knowledge of what she dreamt in her coma.

The wizard of oz as a piece of media (in either book form or film form) is showing the audience that they hold their own power within them and it cannot be granted by outside forces.

The film chooses to show Oz the great and powerful in much the same way as the crucifix is displayed in a catholic church - praying to a false idol in search of what you seek

The wizard hiding behind his curtain is akin to the priest behind the confessional screen - offering absolution and healing etc, when he doesn’t actually possess the power to do so because he is just a man pedalling falsehoods and lies.

The residents of the emerald city in their monochromatic green colouring are an allegory for the members of the churches congregation - blindly following the edits and rules set out by the church in the hope of a happy and fulfilled life - but they are shown to be almost drone like - subjugated and controlled into mindless devotion in the same way people follow the churches teachings without questioning.

Dorothy and here friends never change though - they don’t start wearing green and blending in to the emerald city and they find out that they actually have the power to achieve their desires within them the entire time - as represented by the silver/ruby slippers.

the moral of the Wzard of Oz is ultimately that what we desire or want is within and it cannot be found externally by putting our faith in something outside of us like the church. - Dorothy and her friends always had the things they sought - they just had to figure that out for themselves.

This ties into Eddies entire journey perfectly.

Just because I couldn't write a post about Eddie and not have a picture of him!

Eddies Kansas pre the tornado is his childhood - before he was parentified/husbandified by Helena Diaz.

The tornado is Shannon - she provides him with the escape from his old life and sets him down in California (Oz).

There is a reason the Wizard of Oz theming is heavily coded toward him and his arrival on the show - it is the idea that he has landed in California (Oz) and on top of the wicked witch of the East (hence why we never see Eddie at the same level as the red shoes in the rubble) and has been following the yellow brick road the entire time.

Chris is waiting for Eddie on a yellow strip of flooring at the end of 203

Bobby (Glinda) who shares the catholic faith with Eddie, brings him to the 118 and helps guide him forward on his journey - providing advice and support as and when Eddie needs it, but always watching over him. (one could view Eddie leaving the 118 as the equivalent of the poppy field in the film - leaving his path briefly before returning to it when he wakes up in mayday 'god has spoken')

He has now reached the crux of matters - he has arrived at the Emerald city. It seems likely here that in 804 we will see him have his encounter with the Priest who like the wizard in Oz, will guide him towards a reckoning with his mother (the wicked witch of the west) in order to find his way to inner peace and who he is supposed to be. Once he has dealt with Helena he will discover that he won't find what he seeks in the church - but it will have provided him with something important that plays into the idea that he is a combination of all four characters who journey along the yellow brick road, as their individual traits all represent a part of himself Eddie needs to embrace in order to break free of the chains that have held him back his whole life.

The knowledge (scarecrow) of who he truly is that will also make him realise he already has what his heart (tin man) truly wants if he has the courage (lion) to go for it and that it will get him home (Dorothy) where he truly belongs - accepting himself as a queer man who is in love with his best friend and Chris's forgiveness and return to him in LA.

#I am very obsessed with 911 using the wizard of oz to tell Eddies story - its such a choice and it's been there since the beginning #and the fact that Ryan has revealed that he was only signed on for a couple of episodes initially makes me think that #they really were testing the potential of a buddie slow burn from the get go - that Eddie has always meant to be queer coded #that it wasn't just a happy accident that they stumbled into this incredible chemistry between Oliver and Ryan #its all set up so perfectly for Eddie to deal with his Mother - religion and figure out his queerness #eddie diaz #911 abc #911 and the Wizard of Oz #buddie #911 spoilers #kind of I guess but not really!#religious allegory #queer coding #queer Eddiethe wizard of oz and anti religious imagery

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writers-potion · 10 months ago

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hey, can you do a circles of hell post like the heaven one?

The Nine Circles of Hell 😈🔥

Dante Alighieri’s The Divine Comedy is divided into 3 parts: Inferno, Purgatorio and Paradiso. The Inferno presents us with the popular concept of Nine Circles of Hell.

Ante-Inferno

Think of this as the Ground Lobby for Hell.

The Gates of Hell have this inscription: "Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch’intrate" (Abadon all hope, ye who enter here)

Souls who couldn't choose between good and evil reside here, tortued and chased by hornets and snakes. (Seems like indecision is also a sin, haha)

There are angels here as well who chose to be on the side of neither good and evil, and they're also tormented.

After crossing the river on the boundary for hell with Charon, you meet the first level of hell:

First Circle: Limbo

The first circle is home to the unbaptized and virtuous pagans, who simply didn't know that Christ exist.

These souls have lived morally, but failed to accept Christiantiy as a religion

No physical torture, but waves of sadness flow through the souls, lamenting the fact that they're close to Heaven but aren't in it.

Retirement community of the afterlife: Hippocrates, Aristotle, Virgil, Homer, Horace, Ovid, Socrates, Plato, Saladin

Second Circle: Lust

The wind-buffeted second circle of Hell is the final destination of the lustful and adulterous.

Souls are blown about in a violent storm, without hope of rest. They are torn in a raging storm and thrown against rocks.

Cleopatra and Helen of Troy were among its most famous residents. Francesca da Rimini and her lover Paolo.

Third Circle: Gluttony

Those who overindulge themselves are forced to lie in vile, freezing slush, guarded by Ceberus

Unable to move, they lay on the ground forever while being hurled with sweage and dirt.

Ciacco of Florence is here.

Fourth Circle: Avarice & Prodigality

This section of Hell is reserved for the money-grubbers and overly materialistic among us. Those who hoarded money come here.

The greedy battle each other, forever rolling giant boulders on each other. When they push the heavy weights, it rolls back and the process starts all over again.

Plutus guards them.

Fifth Circle: Wrath & Sulllenness

Dante tells us that the wrathful and angry souls of this circle spend eternity waging battle with each other on the banks of River of Styx.

The sullen are forced to breath below the dark waters, chocking on the black mud derived from the world above.

Fillippo Argenti is here.

───〃★ Door to Lower Hell: gate guarded by fallen angels ★〃───

Sixth Circle: Heresy

Heretics spend eternity entombed in flaming crypts in the sixth circle. Think of a graveyard with burning tombstones.

Heresy is the sin of having beliefs opposed to the Christian belief, which can be a little vague in modern times.

Florentines Farinata degil Uberti and Cavalcante de' Cavalvanti are here.

Seventh Circle: Violence

The Seventh Circle is sub-categorized into 3 smaller rings: Oter, Middle and Inner.

The outer ring is filled with blood and fire and reserved for murderers and thugs. Centaurs guard the Outer Ring, shooting criminals with arrows.

The middle ring is where, according to Dante, suicide victims go. They’re transformed into trees and fed upon by harpies.

The inner ring, a place of burning sand, is reserved for those who are violent against God and nature (blasphemers)

Eighth Circle: Fraud

Geryon, a creature symbolizing fraud, welcomes you to the eighth circle. He has a human face, a scorpion tail and giant wings.

The eighth circle is subdivided into ten trenches, where you’ll find con artists of all sorts. These trenches are called Malebolge (Evil pockets) and each contains different types of criminals who commited fraud.

Panderes and seducers, flatterers, sorcerers, false prophets, liars, thieves, people who created false money, counterfeits, impersonators, schismatics, etc. reside here.

Ninth Circle: Treachery

The final circle is a frozen wasteland occupied by history’s greatest traitors. Betrayers of are frozen in a lake of ice, and most of Satan's body is also immersed in ice.

It is divided into 4 stages: (1) Caina - traitors to family (2) Antenora - traitors to nation or politicians (3) Ptolomaea - hosts to betray theiur guests (4) Judecca - those to betray their lords/masters.

In the very center, Satan punishes the greatest betrayers of all time: Judas Iscariot, who betrayed Christ, and Brutus and Cassius who betrayed Julius Caesar.

Satan has three mouths, each of which eats a specific person: with left and right devouring Brutus and Cassius and the centre mouth devouring Judas.

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ivycova · 3 months ago

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Power or wisdom. And the price of our real desires.

Was their meeting a temptation only for Galadriel? Or was it a lesson from the Gods for both of them? Did they put the same meaning into the words "power" and "strength"? What did each of them truly want from the world and from each other? Is power inherently evil? Or, like mithril, both light and dark at once, is it just a force? Maybe true evil is born in how one relates to that power, and how much your heart can be corrupted by it.

**Power and Strength as Control of Others.**

The very fact that Sauron tried to create the Rings of Power already showed that he had lost this inner battle. Celebrimbor predicted as much to him. This is why Sauron became so emotional in the end—because in that moment, he realized that what he desired so much would eventually destroy him. It would destroy him because he had failed to learn his lesson from meeting with Galadriel, and was blind to his true motives behind seeking power and "healing" Middle-earth. This closely mirrors Galadriel’s false motivation to continue the fight in order to defeat evil.

Of course, Sauron craved power for the sake of power, for control. But why?

I find the stories of the Silmarils, which Morgoth stole, very useful for understanding Sauron’s true motives. Morgoth couldn’t take his eyes off the Silmarils for a long time, gazing into their depths. It was only when he shed a tear onto the stones and saw his reflection—pure evil—that he realized his own nature and could no longer look at or touch them.

In this sense, light is the ability to see things as they are without changing, despite your nature or the nature of others. It’s a pure mirror that reveals the truth. So his desire for power was actually a desire to deprive others of their power—the power to reveal who he was, against his own illusions. He wanted control to shatter, distort, just as he himself was twisted and corrupted, so that he could finally feel a sense of belonging in this world while keeping control. Creating the world where he can be just us he can see himself.

**Galadriel: Power and Strength as Wisdom and Self-Control*

Galadriel, like Sauron, was blind to her true reasons for endlessly fighting and chasing him, seeing him as the source of evil. This nearly destroyed her. Yet, by the will of the gods, their paths crossed—he was brought to her, and she to him, as a teacher. They were like mirrors to each other, revealing the parts of themselves they either wanted to hide or had long lost.

Halbrand (Sauron) partially helped heal her by guiding her to the true nature of her pursuit and desire. In turn, she inspired his creative side, though twisted as it was. In one of their conversations, she admitted that she kept fighting because she couldn’t stop. She couldn’t stop because she was frustrated, facing the fact that conquering her inner darkness through brute force and evil was impossible.

At the time of their meeting, she was in a free fall, being pulled deeper into a vortex. He helped her see this. "What do you know about darkness?" he asked, showing her *her* own darkness. In a way, he gave her a way out of the vicious cycle she was trapped in. What she felt at that moment was a mix of shame, self-disappointment, and, at the same time, relief—relief she couldn’t yet fully explain. She was only able to undergo this transformation in his presence because she felt he wasn’t judging her.

For the first time, without fear, she gave herself over to this inner darkness during their first and last battle together, on the same side. Incidentally, it's unclear exactly what side that was—I think it was something like limbo, a neutral point where both faced their defining decisions.

The first step to healing is recognizing the problem, acknowledging the darkness within. She chose not to resist it, but to explore it within herself. She was able to do this only because he, the "king," was with her, and because her goal of placing him on the throne—while seemingly noble—was actually a cover for her real desire: to reconnect with her own inner darkness. This time, however, it was without fear or judgment, though she hadn’t yet fully realized or controlled it.

She enjoyed it. She liked the feeling of limitless power, unhindered by the inner barriers placed on her by the duties of being the Lady of Light. This title was more something she was given at birth rather than something she truly felt worthy of. Perhaps that's why she leaped from the ship—to escape those expectations and the burdens of her role.

**Cold Calculation or Fate?**

Did he know what he was doing? Did he realize he was freeing her in that moment? Or was he simply earning her trust by feigning remorse, convincing her of her influence over him, of the “good” she brought out in him?

I believe both were doomed to act according to their natures and make the same choices they always would.

It’s tempting to think that, in that moment, he felt both joy and sorrow, understanding that by giving her freedom, he was losing his power over her. Perhaps this was the first time he voluntarily relinquished control over something he desired so intensely.

On the other hand, it’s possible that the good he did was not a conscious choice, but one dictated by circumstances, pushed by higher forces. There was indeed a sense of fate in their relationship, especially in their fateful meeting in the middle of the sea. By saving her, in some sense, he stepped into uncharted territory, a realm where not everything was under his control. This was the true nature of his trial, one he ultimately failed—assigned by the gods—to accept that love doesn’t mean ownership, but the gift of freedom. And that freedom, not control, is what generates real power, the kind that comes from love, as opposed to power gained without it.

I believe his true test was to acknowledge his love for her and let her go. In some sense, this would have been a way to lift the curse of his need for control and his obsession with power.

Yet, there’s also a third possibility: that he did this deliberately, to make himself indispensable to her in her struggle against her inner darkness. In doing so, he would make her dependent on him. Unfortunately, this strategy likely backfired on him in the end.

Sauron’s key tactic in his manipulations was that, to deceive another, he had to touch upon their deepest secret. And to do that, he needed to find a similar element within himself—something that would make the other person identify with him and open up. This allowed him to fully immerse himself in their experience and execute the perfect manipulation. (As Adar put it, "he drills a hole and fully crawls inside you.")

The one thing he probably didn’t anticipate was that his desire for light would prove stronger than him, that he would be tempted to touch it, believing that it was possible for him without true repentance.

**Wisdom or Control?**

It's interesting to note that for Sauron, power was most likely the embodiment of control—specifically, the domination of the will of others. He could never change his perspective on this. Meanwhile, for Galadriel, the power she sought was wisdom, though she didn't realize it at the time. It was a pursuit of wholeness, mastery over herself and her inner darkness. This darkness, essentially an impersonal force, was taboo to her because she saw it as evil, which ironically made it evil in her eyes.

This very weakness made her vulnerable to Sauron’s manipulations, especially when he offered her power—his power—as her own. Had she accepted, it would have made her dependent on him, forever denying her the chance for inner growth and integrity. After all, her true strength threatened Sauron’s control over her.

The fact that Halbrand/Sauron never fully relinquished control is undeniable—at least consciously and willingly. If we judge by the results of his actions, the only pure gift he gave Galadriel, the gift of her freedom from inner darkness, was:

A. A surprising twist, something unexpected even for him.

B. A calculated and deliberate manipulation.

C. A genuine attempt at repentance.

There’s plenty of evidence supporting option B. He continuously acted according to his own formula, which he openly stated to Galadriel: learn what your opponent fears most, give them the tools to deal with it, and then you can control them. While things took an unexpected turn for him, this tactic destabilized him briefly and made him believe, for a moment, that he could change. (This is when the gods "caught him by the tail.")

Of course, he was deceiving himself and outsmarted himself in the process. In the end, instead of the forgiveness and redemption he longed for, he gained power and the Rings of Power. "To Caesar what is Caesar’s." And he saw his reflection as pure evil. Galadriel became both the source of his inspiration and his downfall simultaneously.

At the height of his triumph, when he "touched" the light and believed he had gained Galadriel's forgiveness, he plunged himself back into darkness. To feel inspired, he had to believe that forgiveness was his, even though it was a lie. His skill in manipulation was so refined that he momentarily believed it himself. This is the moment when a ray of light pierced his entire being. In a way, Galadriel, even indirectly, offered him forgiveness and gave him her heart. Yes, he got what he wanted, but it wasn’t truly his—it belonged to his alter ego, Halbrand. His corrupted nature prevented him from receiving that forgiveness while being his true self, and he knew this.

He delayed accepting or even acknowledging the truth of his decision not to change internally for as long as he could. He did this to avoid losing his disguise. But eventually, he had to face Galadriel’s mirror, and the truth it reflected, despite all his attempts to distort and corrupt it. Perhaps this was the moment of his revelation with Galadriel—when he saw just how corrupted he had become, like Morgoth with the Silmarils. This realization wounded him deeply, and he fully renounced the light within him—his doubts—the only path available to him toward forgiveness and the light.

But Galadriel’s story doesn’t end with her rejection of him. She, too, remains in a state of inner conflict, struggling with herself, where light and dark are intertwined. She is discovering that darkness can create good and that light can be a barrier to gaining strength, wisdom, and personal freedom (which ties into her ambition to rule, to become a queen).

At her core, Galadriel’s journey is about understanding the difference between good and evil. The light she understood and remembered was the one she was born into and had always lived in. She took it for granted but had never truly known it internally, as she had nothing to contrast it with. The evil she knew was merely an external manifestation driven by motives unknown to her. This is why she couldn’t distinguish between true light and a mere reflection on the water.

We don’t define our desires—they define us.

Basically, at the beginning of their relationship, they exchanged priceless gifts. He let her touch the darkness within herself, to understand and accept it, but only she could gain control over it. You can see this later in the trilogy when she appears as a calm and powerful figure, fully aware of her strength and able to crush her enemies if needed. The key difference is that she now controls her power, rather than it controlling her, unlike before, when she was relentlessly chasing after evil.

At the same time, she allowed him to experience the light. It gave him an incredible burst of inspiration, but also unbearable pain and torment. Because all the glory and love weren’t truly directed at him, but at the part of himself he was showing her—the part he briefly became. This pain, however, was his one and only chance in his immortal life, the moment when he could have made a different choice. But Morgoth had twisted his understanding of pain, telling him it was a test of willpower, and that led him down the path of power instead of humility. His inner struggle with Morgoth—competing with him for power—never truly ended.

She told him he could let go of who he used to be, that he could be free from it. And he believed her because he was living in an illusion, one he didn’t want to leave, like a fairy tale that had somehow become real. That’s why he missed his chance. What could he have done differently? The only real way out would have been to tell her the truth, accept responsibility for all his past evil, and face judgment in Valinor. Who knows, if he hadn’t been tempted by the rings and his old dream of domination over the physical world, maybe things could have turned out differently.

But her rejection, when Galadriel turned down his offer of power after realizing he was Sauron, wounded him deeply. It sparked an intense internal conflict—on one hand, his desire for control over the material world, and on the other, his connection to the light. He became filled with rage—rage against all living things, against everything that rejected him and reminded him of his past crimes, of who he was and what he couldn’t escape. He had no hope or chance of freedom unless he took real steps toward redemption, let go of control, and stopped trying to distort the mirror.

Of course, Galadriel couldn’t accept his offer. Too much had happened, for too long, for it all to be undone in a single moment. And yet, it was also in that moment that they both realized they could never truly kill each other. They’d never be free from one another, forever bound by the mark they left on each other. Galadriel took a piece of the darkness, which she eventually made peace with, while Sauron carried a fragment of light that, in the end, would be his downfall, plunging him into the void because he couldn’t learn the lesson the gods had given him—learning humility for the sake of love and wholeness, which is the true form of power. The only kind of power that doesn’t lead to self-destruction, the power over oneself.

**IN THE BEGINNING, NOTHING WAS EVIL...**

This eternal conflict between opposites is an existential crisis, a longing for that world where there was no good or evil—where everything was one. That’s why we’re so deeply moved when we see it as a battle between two lovers and irreconcilable enemies, who will never be able to be together. They look like people who could choose another path, who have a choice. But as we learn from myths and religions, pure evil and pure good have no other path than their own.

Just as a shadow cannot exist without light, so too light cannot be distinguished from darkness without touching it.

He tempted her so the gods could tempt him. He was cast into darkness so she could gain wisdom, finally learning to distinguish the reflection on the water from the true light.

#the rings of power #annatar #charlie vickers #halbrand #haladriel #galadriel #morfydd clark #Haladriel/Sauron #sauron

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germworms · 1 year ago

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MOONRISE AU ALL CHARACTER UNLOCKED LIST

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Lore Comics: [Jizzie] [The Lonely little sun] [The disappearing sun] [Grians arrival to earth]

Gods:

-Grian(Sun) [1] [2] [3] [4]

-Pearl(Moon) [1] [2] [3]

-Lizzie (Former Moon/dead) [1]

Lesser Gods (Of Square Earths solar system):

-DocM (God of War) [1]

-Zed (God of destruction)

-Tango (God of Creation)

-Scar (God of Mischief) [1]

Demi Gods:

-VintageBeef (Touched by Doc, The Blood Knight) [1]

-JoeHills (Touched by Pearl, Demi-God of Beauty)

-False (Touched by Scott, Messenger of The People)

Humans:

[Gem Kingdom]

-Ren (Former King/dead) [1]

-Gem (Daughter of Ren, Queen) [1] [2] [3]

-Bdubs (Prophet of Sun) [1] [2] [3]

-Etho (Bdubs Knight) [1] [2] [3] [4]

-Cleo (Bdubs Knight) [1] [2]

[Xisuma Kingdom]

-Xisuma(King) [1]

-Mumbo (Prophet of Moon) [1] [2] [3]

-Imp (Mumbo Knight) [1]

-Skizz (Mumbo Knight) [1]

Vast Universe:

-Jimmy (Death) [1] [2] [3]

-BigB (Prince/God of Water) [1]

-Scott Smajor (Stars) [1]

-Joel (Black Hole/Supernova/Sun) [1]

-Martyn (Reaper) [1]

-Cub (Secretary over Limbo) [1]

Red = General

Blue = Information

Green = Scene/Lore

#mc moonrise au #Hermit au #Updated #More characters possibly to be added so dw #More characters sheets to be made when we get time

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art-bvrn · 10 months ago

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windows to the soul

✧ socials ✧ inprnt ✧ kofi ✧

we often hear about how eyes are the windows to the soul. i wanted to capture each of the origin companions’ eyes (souls) during the height of their personal quests. so here’s the thought process/background of each drawing:

SPOILERS BELOW IF YOU HAVEN’T FINISHED THE GAME

Astarion - when he looks towards Tav, asking them to help him complete the ritual. how desperate he looks to be free of the torment but also how conflicted he is deep down at having to sacrifice all the spawn. he knows now that cazador was just like him. but the power blinds him to the fact that he will become another cazador.

Gale - when he shares a moment of peace with Tav, watching the conjured sky as he accepts his death. he’ll sacrifice his life for a god who doesn’t care for him, thinking it’s for the best. a god that has taken years of his life and groomed him as a child. he doesn’t see any of that. he only sees that dying will atone for sins that are not even his to begin with.

Karlach - when she defeats enver gortash - the man who was responsible for her pain. yet, it doesn’t help her. it doesn’t bring back all the years she lost. it doesn’t take away the torment. it doesn’t change the fact that she’s dying. there is no glory and no vindication. only this overbearing despair.

Lae’zel - when she looks towards the sky with Tav. she has believed in her god. killed for her. bled for her. but her god is false. everything she believes to be true is not. she doesn’t know how to grieve the loss of her self - of ambitions unfulfilled. her love and pride for her people lay in limbo - a place where she has no choice but to face all these painful questions alone.

Shadowheart - when Tav tells her to do whatever she feels is right. that someone trusts her to trust herself - someone who only remembers bits and pieces of her life. she, who has unknowingly devoted her entire life to a god, now falters, knowing she will be punished for her blasphemy, and ultimately, her betrayal.

Wyll - when the devil asks him to renew his contract to save his father. sweet, young, wyll. only a child when he was cast out yet his love for his father - the man responsible for his exile, a man who he has not seen in years - remains steadfast. ultimately, neither choice grants him his freedom. not from guilt and not from mizora.

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hello! i really wasn’t expecting that much love on my previous uploads for the bg3 characters 😭 to be honest i was expecting maybe the occasional bot but to have real people like and reblog and say nice things has truly been amazing!!!

i’ve always been a lurker more than a poster (aside from that one time in 2015 i tried to write imagines for fallout) so i’m still learning proper tumblr etiquette and what not

idk how to respond to the people who reblog and say such nice things in the tags 😭 but know that i see it and appreciate it fully <3

anyway thank you for reading, liking, reblogging, and/or commenting!!! :))

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gabrieltheangelultrakill · 9 months ago

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FILTH FROM LIMBO.

THE SKY IS GONE. THEY'VE GOTTEN INTO THE FUCKING SCREEN SYSTEM. YOUR MAINTENANCE GUY HAS NO IDEA HOW. WHAT A FOOL I'VE BEEN, AN IMBECILE OF THE HIGHEST ORDER, TO HAVE BELIEVED MY PRIOR TORMENT WAS "HELLISH".

I AM SURROUNDED ON ALL SIDES BY THE WINCHESTER BROTHERS AND THEIR ASSORTMENT OF MUNDANE AND, TITULARLY, SUPERNATURAL MOTLEY OF COLORFUL CHARACTERS. IT IS A FULL-SERIES MARATHON. WE ARE ALREADY ON SEASON 2.

WORSE YET, THE MUSIC HAS NOT CEASED. I AM ASSUAGED BY THE ENDLESSLY UNANSWERED QUANDRY, "WHAT'S NEW PUSSYCAT?", INTERRUPTED AT UNCERTAIN INTERVALS BY THE SACCHARINE FALSE PLACATIONS OF "IT'S NOT UNUSUAL".

HOWEVER, THE HACKERS HAVE ADDED RELISH TO THIS SHITDISH.

THEY HAVE TURNED ON SUBTITLES FOR EASY COMPREHENSION OF THE SHOW, WHILE THE MUSIC BLASTS WHATEVER IS LEFT OF ANY POOR BASTARD'S EARDRUMS ON A SCALE METAPHORICALLY COMPARABLE TO THAT OF AN OPEN FIELD FACING HEAVY ARTILLERY. AS A SPIT IN THE FACE, THE SUBTITLES ARE A BRIGHT MAGENTA ON EYE-GOUGINGLY UNSATURATED BLUE, IN COMIC SANS.

I KNOW NOW THAT GOD IS EITHER IMPOTENT OR DEAD FOR NO DEITY PROUD OF AND INVOLVED IN THEIR CREATION WOULD ALLOW THIS.

Calm down, im sending another mechanic.

#gabriellovesyou #gabriel ultrakill #ultrakill #anon ask #ask

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anactualdump · 2 months ago

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What are some of your inspirations for character designs and the overall world? Some are very clear such as: Madcom, Adventure Time, All Tomorrows, and The Thief and the Cobbler. I would love to know more about the development and evolution of your ocs :]

get ready your yapping ears XDD

they're all a merge of a bajillion inspirations and original ideas, i gotta credit tvtropes.org for pretty much being the source of every story's ideas haha. was a big fan of taking existing cliches and adding a few what ifs next to it as a basis

(this world is basically just earth but what if plastics are alive and treated life like pollution XD 😭😭😭👍 )

anyway it ruined my life, highly recommend. i can list the tropes i took inspiration from, but i don't want to stray away from the question too much

i'll give the main media inspirations that you haven't mentioned, mostly will be uneths cuz its the most developed

though ironically, I wasn't all too inspired by all tomorrows 🙃 i was already a fan of grotesque designs and human sub-species before discovering it haha

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polaroid's design doesn't come from anywhere, generic good guy? lol

i really liked the idea of silhouettes being the main design (where brush strokes within the body disappears instead of defined). i don't always go by that rule though 👩‍🦽

his personality mainly comes from bunny in boo bunny plague, from how he talks to his actual voice (pol even plays music in regards to the same genre LMAO)

its a mediocre game with a strange story but it holds sentimentality XDD the music slaps though, listen to this

for some reason the ost isn't in youtube, soundcloud or spotify. too underrated i guess. you can ask me for the full soundtrack plus a secret lil comic they got made. im a boo bunny fan i dont care if the story is generic, bunny is polaroid's true parent 😭😭😭

a few others is karl from law of talos (a popular deviantart oc tournament story animated by unknown person. i had a little baby dream of participating one day but i'll probably let everyone kill my characters easily XDDD wish those events came back tho),

shrike by zeurel (now a series named monkey wrench, but originally inspired by the older version called civil war: down to earth. you can still watch the reupload),

and dagur from how to train your dragon series i mean seriously this motherfucker is insane look at him

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and also baldur from god of war 4 man i love insane mfs

he was already loosely south american but my friend gatu convinced me to make him peruvian because of how much things were similar XD i didn't mean it but cool i guess!!! win win

his human design doesn't have much but his ears were very specifically inspired from jumba (lilo and stitch) LOLOL - originally for the pirate au but pol with normal ears uneased me too much so i made it part of canon (and also grub already has similar ears so 🗣️🗣️🗣️) shhhhh they mesmerised me, i could not stop drawing them 😭👊

extra btw, pirate au is inspired by treasure planet 😱

ui's design actually first came from limbo (game by playdead which also inspired,,, well. limbo 👹👹👹 not enough black and white ideas in general 😔)

his shapeshifting ability was originally inspired from generator rex (and eventually akira when i kept hearing it was the inspiration lol). then evangelion, the angels were my favourite to watch XD ramiel best girl real

slowly he's evolved to be inspired by ???% from mob psycho 100, to auditor along with his role being the (false) villain, then to giygas from earthbound (spoilers) which is why he got very big and swirly(?)

i started to lean more on him being those generic sleep paralysis demons or dark lords. because he is one

a few notable mentions for his personality is gunny from boo bunny, and samurai jack. he used to be fully non verbal while polaroid is the talkative one haha

i had a time i was inspired to use music symbols, and this symbol was what fit ui the most (bass clef)

now you can't unsee him too 🤣🤣🤣

his parent arc is inspired from you are umasou (japanese dino movie), nani (lilo and stitch) and god of war 4 (kratos' new voice is the true god 🤼‍♀️🤼‍♀️🤼‍♀️), there's a pretty obscure webcomic by bogleech called awful hospital where the main character (fern) is trying to find her son- another big inspiration

his "goldfish" design is inspired by bloody bunny (semi spoilers, when the sister turns into a monster form), the spaceship from a pilot film called starship goldfish (hence the name pff, i'll wait till the day i die for this series), and a scene in kaiba (2008) where the main character turned into a giant white hippo plushie lol

small warning for kaiba, it looks cartoony but has adult themes. actually many things i shared here has pretty adult themes lmaoekakejdioajdidj

shi xuan used to be my first sona XD obviously all the bad stuff was going to her (spared him by killing her honestly)

he's based on toon link (legend of zelda wind waker), then slowly inspired by lilo (lilo and stitch). looks a lot like frisk from undertale but ironically never inspired XD more on foreigners calling me asian eyes(??)

then umasou (you are umasou), the lost (binding of isaac), and eventually i settled with her being a "pontianak" which is the malay/indonesian name for that popular horror of a woman wearing a long white dress with long hair

i remember he's vaguely supposed to be a living corpse named "pocong" in my language but that idea was scrapped and the body is separated to belong to another dead kid. might get back to that idea one day

his personality is mostly based on a general nihilistic optimist mindset, i have her act a bit more similar to polaroid which got ui bond with her easier. and also why polaroid most likely doesn't like how much she reminds him of himself haha (but if they take the time to bond, he'll like her. in aus only 👹)

benoît is full on just the 1337 agent with a bit of the boy from inside (playdead). he's more based on general tropes of being the villain's goon but put more personality (and not actually being assigned the job XDDDDDDDDD) so he has a lot more original ideas to play with

unrelated but my name mama boy (or motherly boy) came from the fact that i called the boy from inside that purely because of that one moment he met some baby chickens XD a boy who is motherly. for like 1 minute before lauching them to push a box off the ceiling 🤷‍♀️

the hivemind idea from madcom version originated from inside too

initially i wanted him to be an unseen announcer/narrator like from stanley parable who's less demanding. this was before he got his own design, i could do more with that idea maybe

lauren used to be an entirely cartoon turtle and one of the oldest characters made. im a turtle person so obviously i drew turtle characters with those generic mary sue designs lol

eventually he turned more and more into an angel and i thought why not just make him biblically accurate and turned him into a turtle fetus 💐

meow too started out that way, originally named talo (she still has many names like porlivium but talo is scrapped) and was more leaning on the trope where turtles always had cities on their backs as they move

main inspiration design is that rock from kangaroo island, the other parts of the design is just my own ideas. i liked shadow of the colossus a lot so she was inspired from that world

her main idea is the calling countries a she or he. this was soon inspired to be what all respawns are, being objects with genders even though it doesn't really make sense lol. singapore is called she a lot in her birthday/national day 💃

nowadays meow's starting to become a beetle than turtle, and decided what's the funniest personality i could put on a living piece of the entire world's land? mean girl 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

she used to be bigger than woe and where you look at the sky, she stares back with a more visible massive eye (before she got turned into a cyborg). this idea was scrapped

she soon took the place of ben's role of narrator, though this is more involved on the backrooms saga

high up the chimneys

grub and bee is obviously the thief and the cobbler XD other than that, inspired from bees and mosquitoes, their own professions' outfits plus general contids and porlivean designs and that's kinda it

grub is a take on the trope of the grumpy neighbour next door. except he's shamelessly annoying for no reason, everywhere and you can't escape him. just like mosquitoes XD

bee too is a take on the trope of a goody two shoes that's too much of an optimist. since he's a bee, i made him short tempered and full of ptsd

dr tea was inspired by karl too, but later toned down to just becoming a normal bartender. with a twist of him venting to the drunk people instead of people venting to him BHAHA

syiara (sugar) is a big work in progress, but her uniform design is based on a cockroach lol

coyote is kinda obvious in being inspired by the ending of inside (ifyouknowyouknow)

time to die!

you got the gist of it XD it's pretty much just adventure time but if finn is a psychopath (kinda offset this where he's not that violent anymore, but he's still a psychopath)

pablo aside from finn is also inspired by shrike (hence he uses the orange suit), and found out that finn also uses orange for his pajamas so that's a nice coincidence XD

clyde is jake but design-wise is directly the ship from the season (spoilers) where finn finds the other humans

kiki is literally baby from civil war (with shrike) lmao. sad hes gone though, unless he's hidden in monkey wrench and will be introduced later

carl is.... karl XD 😭 though his idea was from a space dandy episode, if i remember there was an alien species that turns into another character and pretends to be them (the name meow is also taken here but her personality isnt based on the character)

also one reference i kept mentioning is the "my style!!!" quote belonging from adventure time xD forgot which episode. finn got shaved and exclaimed that lol

loop fracture

ken is based off both limbo and inside by playdead, is more a trope of the generic isekai (reversed) protagonist kid but i made him feral 👹

peep is based trico from the last guardian. notable mention (not an inspiration but VERY similar design i found XD) is anna from my daemon. honestly i was shook at this, even had a character that looked like ui and ISNT a villain without reason? ✋ goodbye my originality, i stole from it all along (jkjk

flight or fight

lil' venango is based off a mix of little red riding hood and death. she's mostly inspired by a song called me and mr wolf xD

(the wolf meant to be coyote, whom is to be eaten by venango)

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the world overall is mainly inspired by kaiba (2008), here and there inspired by nevada (madcom), a bunch of studio ghibli movies lol, A PLETHORA of animation student films (notably gobelins, animation workshop, etc) with some usual (+ experimental) animation films independent from schools, and lots of real life places

im sure theres more inspirations i forget to mention, but i've yapped more than enough of the quota for today and my brain has exploded BYE BYE

#stale mentioned 🗣️#gatu mentioned 🗣️#your ask

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bluebayousblog · 1 year ago

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RUMOR HAS IT (pt. 9)

(Drew Starkey one-shot)

This is not a full on story but if you want more l'll be happy to add on upon request

Plot: in which drew and isobel address a false rumor in the most abstract of ways

Setting: isobel & drew deal with temptation on the day of the business cocktail

Disclaimer: Isobel is an OC, 18+

TABLE OF CONTENTS:

PART EIGHT

Isobel slept horribly that night, constantly in a state of limbo between being awake and drifting off into a well needed slumber. Her mind refused to let her fully succumb to her exhaustion with thoughts of Drew filling her head.

He slept in the guest room like he said he would, and the mere knowledge of his existence on the floor below her disrupted her entire being. Before getting back to town she convinced herself that they could get through the break as if nothing had changed between them. It was easy to think that when she wasn’t in the moment—when she was hoping she could keep herself in check.

She was wrong. The damage to anything that could be just friendly with Isobel and Drew was done, it was hard to resist the urge to kiss and touch him when the feeling of it was so fresh on her brain. It was only a day ago that her body had been pinned under his hard one with him roughly molding his soft lips with hers as his hands roamed her body like he was trying to cover every inch of her.

There wasn’t one part of her that felt like she could pretend as if she didn’t want Drew or not feel the need to be around him. It wasn’t coming easily to her, and being in his presence despite their family being there only made it harder to act like he didn’t affect her in every way.

That moment in the kitchen at the end of the night proved to her if she didn’t at least try to control herself, even if every cell in her body was telling her otherwise, she wouldn’t last much longer on this break.

So she left him standing there alone in the middle kitchen.

She couldn’t even tell him goodnight because from that dark look in his eyes he looked to be about a word away from snapping. He let her walk way untouched, and she retired to her room where she got ready for bed just to lie awake.

The hairs on her arms erected at the thought of being able to roll out of her bed, and creep down the steps to him. She wanted him to tell her the thoughts that were running through his mind as he hungrily gazed at her just an hour before. In the heat of his stare she would’ve let him do anything to her, even if it was something as risky as kiss her lips or even him closing the distance between them just to simply touch her.

Still, she had to see it for what this all was. Just being in the heat of the moment together, and not realizing how different the next second be—that she could walk away and avoid crossing the line with him in her parents’ kitchen.

She lied restless in the comfort of her bed for hours thinking of what could have happened if she’d just let go, and when she finally did fall asleep she thought of him in her dreams.

By the time she was roused from her struggled sleep by the sun pouring in through the window, she assumed Drew was gone and helping with preparation for the business cocktail. She hated sleeping in past nine, but she expected no less at the hour she was able to drift off.

When she finally made her way downstairs to the kitchen the house was quiet and most likely empty, but there was breakfast sitting on the island for her. Her parents left a note beside it stating their whereabouts at the company ballroom. As she slowly ate her way through a bowl of fruit she couldn’t help but check Drew’s message thread on her phone and look for a morning message that didn’t exist.

Isobel eventually made her way to the C&S building mid day to drop off some supplies for her mother who was of course running around trying to do last minute tasks for the cocktail.

“Isobel, Thank God!” Lora exasperated, standing in place for probably the first time today so she could pull the filled tote bag out of Isobel’s hands, “The place cards are in here, thank you for bringing them, Angel.”

The breath was knocked out of her as her mother tightly wrapped her arms around her waist in gratitude, “You’re welcome, Mom.” She managed to get out.

Isobel followed her mother while she stopped at each table to place down the cards according to the seating chart she had her reading aloud to speed up the process. They’d been through majority of the tables and she still hadn’t seen Drew around anywhere. She knew it probably was for the best that he was preoccupied, but the greedy part of her just wanted to see a glimpse of him.

She watched Lora sit down the final place card, but before Isobel could ask where everyone was her mother spoke first, “What are you wearing tonight?”

“I have a few options.” She vaguely answered knowing it would drive her insane. Isobel actually adored the white dress her mother insisted she wear to last nights dinner, but when she tried it on she figured it’d be the perfect piece for the cocktail. It was simple yet such a stunning dress and hugged her body in a manner that just made her feel sexy. Choosing the black one for dinner was to save the best option for tonight, and to of course work her mother’s nerves.

“Oh, well I can’t wait to see what you come up with.” Lora forced a smile. It took all of Isobel’s restraint not to laugh at how dramatic she was being about that dress. Seeing her mother’s excitement later on when she see’s it on her body will be worth the current disappointment on her face.

“Isobel!” Drew’s mother Catherine called as she made her way across the room to the pair. She immediately pulled Isobel into her arms, her hugs were a little more breathable than her mom’s but still tight nonetheless. “You better wear that dress tonight before your poor mom has an aneurysm.” She lowly whispered in her ear.

Catherine pinched her on the side as they pulled away to which Isobel offered her a smile, not giving her planned attire away because if she told Catherine then Lora would know as soon as she left for home to get ready. Her and Drew’s mother were extremely close and you couldn’t tell one anything without the other eventually finding out. The two literally gossiped for sport.

Isobel shared a bond with Catherine she held close to heart just as she did with her own parents, and internally she was praying she wouldn’t hate her for what she was doing with her son. Hate was a strong feeling to describe Drew’s mother ever feeling towards her, but when their family had never slightly entertained the idea of them being together it was easy to go to extremes in her head.

“Honey, I have to run and pick up Charles’ suit for tonight, so could you do me a favor and make sure Drew finishes putting everything away in the back?” Catherine was still talking, but Isobel was still focused on finally hearing anyone mention the man that had her hyper-aware of his possible presence for the past hour.

“-and grab that envelope full of tickets off the desk in the back office, I’ll get them from you later.”

Isobel caught her last request before agreeing because firstly she didn’t mind, secondly her mother would actually have an aneurysm if she did otherwise, and thirdly she just really wanted to see Drew.

“I’ll see you guys later on, Love you!” She said over her shoulder as she headed towards the back hall where the storage room was.

When she rounded the corner and glanced down the entryway she didn’t hear any movement or sign of life besides the door being open.

“Drew?” She called out his name as she entered the seemingly empty room that usually stored all the event equipment for the company to utilize whenever the time arose.

A clatter of what sounded like plastic grabbed her attention, but when she looked over towards the direction of the noise there stood the youngest of the Starkey brothers, Chandler groaning as he leaned down to pick up a chair that was obviously not cooperating with what he was trying to do, “Drew left about an half hour ago-“

He eventually looked up from the stack of chairs he had leaning against the wall, and when his eyes landed on her all signs of frustration dropped from his features, “Hey, uh, Isobel what are you doing back here?” He awkwardly chuckled and moved as he shoved his hands in his pockets after he scratched the back of his head, and crossed then uncrossed his arms like he didn’t know what to do with himself.

“Your mom sent me back here, need some help?” She asked with a giggle as another chair slid from the stack onto the floor. He groaned again at the loudness of the plastic furniture and nodded his head in defeat before moving aside, “I wasn’t expecting it to be you back here, your mom said Drew was the one in here.”

He rolled his eyes at her words as Isobel somehow figured out a way to balance all the remaining chairs against the wall without any problem, “Of course she did, she begs me to be here but doesn’t even have the decency to get our names right.”

Isobel just laughed at the boy as his eyes snapped back over to her and seemed to twinkle in amusement at her entertaining his attempt at humor.

“Are you disappointed?” He asked with reservation in his tone, all previous delight on his face gone and replaced with coolness.

The question made her sort of still at the vagueness of it, and the vulnerability that slightly laced his tone despite how collected he was trying to be, “What do you mean, disappointed about what?”

He pulled his right hand out of his pocket to scratch the back of his head again and his cheeks were a little red telling her he was getting nervous. Ever since he turned sixteen two years ago this is how most of their conversations went when they got past more than a few sentences. Isobel found his little crush adorable, but Chandler was honestly like a little brother to her—if anything she hung out with him more than Drew when they were fourteen and he was just barely ten.

“That it’s me here and not Drew.”

Yes.

God, that made her feel like a horrible, boy obsessed excuse for a human, but it was just circumstance. Drew was heavy on her mind, and being told the man she could not stop thinking about was just a room away and that not being the case was grounds for disappointment.

Chandler didn’t need to know that, so she lied, “I’m always happy to see you, Chandler.”

She supplied a soft smile as he just looked at her, his eyes dropped to her mouth before shaking his his head in what seemed to be disbelief and chuckling, “Okay.”

“What?” Isobel questioned, anxiety curling into her gut at his unexpected reaction to her answer. Was the smile too much?

Chandler gestured for her to follow him after he crossed something off a list he had pulled up on a company tablet. She abided and silently trailed behind his tall stature, all the men in his family towered over her including him even if he was four years younger.

“I know what’s going on, but since you went out of your way to try to get me to believe that horrible excuse for a lie I won’t verbalize it.” He kept his attention ahead until he finished speaking then looked at her with an amused smiled before shaking his head in the same manner as before.

For some reason that bothered her more than his implication, that no one in their respective families not even Chandler could fathom a relationship between Isobel and Drew. Though, it made her feel a fraction better that his crush on her made him biased by default.

She stopped walking and he immediately sensed it as he halted and turned to face her. She studied his face while they just stood in silence the longer she didn’t speak the more he seemed to look amused by her. She continued to look at him waiting for that feeling of horror or anxiety to take over, but it didn’t come.

“I don’t what you’re talking about.” Isobel pathetically supplied, moving past him to make her way to the back office. She figured if she was going to lie to him again she she should do it with her back facing him.

Chandler followed in suit behind her, standing in the doorway of the office that was designated for all event obligations while Isobel rounded the desk to grab the envelope sitting directly in the center of the flat, wooden surface, “That is exactly what Drew said.”

Her eyes snapped up from the envelope to his that annoyingly held a knowing glint in them. Drew hadn’t said anything about Chandler saying something to him last night, but between the multiple almost broken dishes and the all consuming tension between them he didn’t have the opportunity.

She couldn’t help but revisit every interaction she shared with Drew last night. Sure, they’d shared little glances, but could something as little as holding eye contact be enough for his little brother to catch on? And if so who else was watching?

The anxiety she was waiting for out in the hall was now blanketing over her entire body.

“We should go it’s getting close to the evening time.” She said, letting out an indifferent huff of air.

She slid the envelop in her purse for safekeeping and locked the door to the office behind her just in case any guests wandered back there.

“How are you going to get home?” Chandler asked Isobel when they reached the entry way.

“Drew isn’t coming to get me if that’s what you’re getting at.” She gave him a playful glare, she was never able to just be mean to him even when he annoyed her beyond lengths.

No one being home when she woke up meant she had to taxi over to C&S, so she just planned to wait around until her mother was done perfecting every detail until she was ready to leave which wasn’t ideal but her only option.

“That’s not what I meant, Isobel.” His smile was wide at her defensive reaction. She seemed to be constantly making a fool of herself in front of Drew these past few weeks, and now she was doing the same around his brother. “Would you like a ride home?”

“Only If you don’t mind and promise to keep today to yourself?”

“Anything for Isobel.” Chandler wrapped an around her shoulder and guided her to the entrance of the building before adding, “But I have to say this just proves the point that nice guys finish last.”

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Once Isobel got home she immediately cleaned and shaved her entire body. Her thoughts prolonged the time she spent under the scorching water with the amount of times she dissociated while lathering her skin with her vanilla wash and as she watched her pink razor glide up legs.

Part of her still wanted to see Drew, to talk to him about Chandler—or just to steal a kiss from his lips. Then there was the sensible side of her that wanted to keep the distance so things couldn’t get anymore complicated. It had been a day and her plan to not share their relationship with their family was spreading her thin.

Doing her best to keep a positive mindset about all of this she put all her energy into her post bathroom rituals. Slipping on her satin robe and lathering her skin with her favorite moisturizer. Maybe tonight called for at least one glass of champagne to calm her nerves.

The Cooper’s estate looked the same in the evening as it did in the early hours of the morning when Drew left without being able to see or bid a goodbye to Isobel. Leaving her without doing so made him feel scattered, like there still something he needed to do.

Drew was the first of his family to be dressed for the business cocktail. Now his mother was sending him over to get something from Isobel since she had to go straight to the event from their home. He’d made sure to text Isobel that he was on the way over, but he’d yet to receive a response.

He punched in the code to the front door and let himself into the main foyer before shutting the door behind him. An intruder would think that the place was empty due to the quietness, but as he got closer to the stairs he could hear a familiar hum of a melody flowing down to his welcoming ears. He’d always been drawn to to sound the of her voice whether she was mindlessly singing a song or simply speaking to him.

The trek up the staircase was made short from him skipping every other step, after not having seen her all day his patience was wearing thin. Her door was cracked when he approached it making way for the sweet smell of vanilla to grace his nose. He would never be able to smell that note in a candle or perfume ever again because he would be taken back to a time where he was becoming infatuated with all that she was—a time where it sort of hit him all at once.

“Isobel.”

She knew Drew probably knocked before the door let out a whine as the hinges were turned, but all she heard was the sound of his deep voice. He said her name just as he always did, always sounding so gentle yet commanding. She didn’t turn to face him though, not in the current state she was in with her dress resting on the expanse of her waist only covering her bottom half.

Her only reaction was placing an arm across her breast before she froze in place keeping her back facing him.

“Shit, I can come back.” He seemed to struggle to say as he cleared his throat.

She got the urge to twist around towards him, but stopped herself, remembering she was half naked and eagerly replied, “No! Just come in and, um, shut the door.” She stumbled over her words.

The decision was instinctive, she didn’t think it over before she said it. Isobel wanted to see him, to be alone with him, to just be with him. A moment after a day apart where it was just Isobel and Drew no matter what it entailed.

Drew didn’t argue with the woman as he pushed the door closed behind him, but his eyes stayed on her exposed back. She could tell him to do anything and he probably would do it without hesitancy. Backs weren’t usually his thing, but right now with her muscles pulled tight while she was presumably shielding her breast had his blood rushing.

“You can come closer, Drew, I need help with my dress anyway.” Fuck. He was going to dissipate into thousands of tiny pieces of nothing if he got anywhere near Isobel, but he still walked over to her and immediately was suffocated by her scent. She smelled like a woman, she was his favorite smell, and no other woman would ever be able replicate how it made him feel.

It was times where he was this close to her admiring her smooth skin, the curve of her hips and back that led to her inviting neck that he treasured her the most. It was the intimate moments like this, the things Isobel wanted to keep just between them that he was able to appreciate her in ways no one else could, “Can I touch you, Isobel?”

Isobel hummed in permission because if she spoke she’s not sure what she would have decided. She knew they were pushing boundaries, but she wanted this.

His arms slid around her waist with a sort of familiarity that made her backside melt into his body as he pulled her into his embrace. The hard feeling of his chest and torso being pressed against her made her body heat in response—it made her brain turn to gush.

Then she felt him lean down to her height so he could tuck his chin into the side of her neck and all logic slipped from her mind.

“I missed you today, Izzy.” He mumbled into her ear.

His deep voice had goosebumps scattering down her arms, she knew he could see it, watching her body react to him. They both looked as his hands flattened on her stomach, rubbing the soft skin before he pushed down against it with his palm ripping a gasp from her throat, “Don’t ignore me, Is.”

“You weren’t, uh-“ she trailed off when she felt him press his groin into her backside. She thickly swallowed as a surge of desire fluttered in her gut. He lowered his right hand to her thigh pinching it, urging her to keep going like his dick wasn’t nestled against her ass. “-I didn’t see you at C&S earlier when I stopped by.”

Drew stayed silent behind her, and not being able to see him in this position made her aware of everything else. The way his rough hands felt grazing her belly, the shallowness of his breaths as his chest rose and fell against her. And now how his fingers tips felt tapping teasingly along the length of her arm that she was using to cover her chest. Her nipples pebbled against it causing her breasts to ache as she unconsciously tightened her hold.

“You were looking for me?” He mumbled with his mouth still brushing her left ear. She let her eyes flutter close at the sound of his voice, at the way the teasing tone could pass for a sensual whisper, “Did you miss me too?”

As Isobel hesitated to answer him he applied more pressure to her abdomen, coincidentally pushing her ass against the swell of his hardening dick. She skipped a breathe while he cleared his throat behind her.

The urge to satisfy his curiosity and caress his ego so he knew he wasn’t the only one missing the other came too easily to her. But she couldn’t always give him exactly what he wanted.

“I was fine actually.”

She was killing him, slowly, softly, torturously, in a way that just made him want her more. With her words still up in the air, it was then he realized how badly he wanted to hear her say that she missed him. It wouldn’t just be a careless reply to his confession, but a sweet endearment he longed to hear from her lips, “Yeah?”

“Mhm.” Was all she gave him back, but she dragged it out in way that made him bite his lip as the sound hit him right in his lower stomach. He was distracted, his mind so occupied with the feel of her body in his arms he’d forgotten exactly who he was dealing with.

Before he knew it she was using her free hand as leverage, slightly leaning forward as she held onto to his forearm so she could grind her round ass against his dick. She’d been able to wind her hips in a single torturous circular motion before he restricted her movements, gripping her hips with both of his hands and loudly kissed his teeth, “Fuck, stop.”

“Why?” He could hear the pout in her voice as he eyed the way the fabric of her dress had gathered slightly above her ass so her panty covered heat was pressed to his suit pants.

“You said you didn’t want this.” As much he liked having her like this, he couldn’t let this go any further without considering the things she’d enforced in his truck just over a day ago. That’s all it took, a day to go against everything they agreed on. The position he had her in was far from platonic, but they could still stop before things got out of control.

“I know.” Her tone was detached and it made him loosen his hold on her a bit, but she stayed where she was as she seemed to think over her next words, “You just make me want to be bad, Drew.”

His name left her mouth like a prayer, like she was calling out to him in mercy. She let the arm holding her breasts drop and his eyes averted elsewhere not wanting to make her uncomfortable thinking she was ready to finish getting dressed. Until her hands covered his bigger ones, threading her fingers between his and guided them upward. He couldn’t help but press himself further into her when the feeling of her breasts filled his palms, squeezing them when he was suddenly hit with another pang of pleasure.

Isobel didn’t recognize her own voice, or believe the things she was saying. But that’s how everything felt with Drew—uncharted and unexpected. She loved the person she became when was baring herself to him. Sure most of their relationship was physical but he’d somehow managed to get her to strip some of her mental restraints, even if it was just a little.

“Bend over.” The quietness in the room and the knowledge that the house was empty besides them two made the order slice through the room, echoing in her ears in repetitive waves.

Isobel slowly obeyed sliding her hands across the bed as his dropped from her breasts, pushing forward until her sensitive nipples grazed the coolness of her comforter. She waited for about a minute or two, just laying there looking ahead with her ass up and thighs against the mattress.

Then blindly she felt him press his covered dick in between the cheeks of her ass until he was nestled between them, but it was when she felt him fold the skirt of her dress up so she was fully exposed to him that she began to pant from her heart racing.

The sound of a growl disrupted the silence and amplified when she wiggled her hips teasingly. He slid his hands up her ass, giving it a soft pinch before continuing on to her lower back, but when she heard the sound of her zipper being pulled up she whined in disappointment, “Drew.”

“What baby?” He replied and Isobel’s mouth dropped open at the endearment before clamping it back shut, that word alone may be her undoing.

The endearment sounded natural on his lips as if he’d been calling her that for as long as she could remember, and her eardrum’s purred in need for him to say it over and over again.

Baby.

Drew slipped his hand under her stomach pulling her up so he could get more of the dress zipped. He heard her audibly sigh when she pulled the front of her dress up, covering herself before turning to face him with the cutest pout on her lips. They could’ve gone so much further but all he wanted from her as he looked down at her was a kiss.

“I don’t want to stop.” Isobel mumbled while wrapping her arms around him and placing her chin on his chest, “You always do this to me.”

Drew chuckled at her words with his eyes still trained on her mouth. Thinking back he had been the one to pump the breaks every time things got intense between them, but he was doing it for both of their sakes.

And while being home around family and seeing the way everyone looked at her with such adoration made him realize just what he had. He had no desire to rush things with her, she didn’t deserve that. Trying to fit in a quick hookup before someone got to the house wasn’t how he pictured being physical in any way with her.

Drew wanted to take his time with Isobel.

“Can I kiss you as an apology?” He smirked and tightened his arms around her as she tried to push away from him with a glare. “No you lost your chance.” She affirmed but the smile slipping onto her lips contradicted her denial.

It was now Drew that was poking out his bottom lip in a pout. It took everything for her not a pounce on him when he asked for a kiss, but now with the exaggerated look of sadness it was more than enough excuse to go back on her word.

Isobel leaned up on her toes and closed the distance between them as she pressed her lips to his. His groan and her moan complemented the other in sweet symmetry. She started to pull away but he moved into her pushing her back with the force of his mouth until she dipped backwards in his arms.

“If you two love birds are done, mom’s waiting for you outside in the car, Drew.” A voice that no doubt belonged to Chandler came from other side of the door.

Both of their eyes snapped open as Drew reached around her body and instinctively zipped the rest of her dress up. Isobel stumbled back, pulling herself out of his hold and straightened out the fabric. She caught his gaze again only to see her lipgloss smeared over his lips, and reached up to harshly wipe it off with her thumb before pushing him towards the door.

“We were just talking, Chandler, mind your business.” Drew countered as he opened the door to reveal his nosey little brother.

Chandler took a step forward and leaned against the door frame with his arms cross against his chest. Clad in a suit he looked like was going to be onboarding at C&S just like his older brother in just a few months, “Who knew that both of you were such horrible liars, but maybe seeing through bullshit just comes with age.”

“Let’s just go, Isobel has to finish getting ready.” Drew ignore him, ushering him out of the doorway by his shoulder into the hall, but Chandler managed to twist out of his grasp before facing Isobel again. “Can I get the envelope, Iz?” He requested with an innocent smile.

Drew’s hand tightened into a fist at the sound of his own brother using that nickname for her. It had never been a problem before, but now his endearments for her meant so much more to him—she meant so much more to him.

He watched in silence while she retrieved and handed over the envelope that he’d almost forgotten about to Chandler who still had that annoying grin on his face.

“Oh and Isobel your dress is wrinkled.”

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y-rhywbeth2 · 9 months ago

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Death & Afterlife #1

Link: Disclaimer regarding D&D "canon" & Index [tldr: D&D lore is a giant conflicting mess. Larian's lore is also a conflicting mess. There's a lot of lore; I don't know everything. You learn to take what you want and leave the rest]

Dying/Pre-Judgenent | Judgements | Afterlives [WIP]

A controversial topic amongst fans and writers alike.

• What happens to your soul when you die. • Why that doesn't happen if you die on Toril. • Alternative Fates to Judgement, aka: Get the hell away from that devil, or so help me. (At least that bit of Hordes of the Underdark makes sense now.)

In base D&D lore when a person dies their soul passes into the Astral Plane and gravitates towards either the plane where their deity or patron resides, or whatever plane best suits their nature if they didn’t worship, which in mechanics is alignment. A firmly Lawful Evil individual goes to the Nine Hells of Baator, a Chaotic Neutral individual heads for Limbo. Somebody who doesn’t quite fit neatly into either “Chaotic Neutral” or “Chaotic Good” would likely gravitate to Ysgard.

Souls of the dead that leave Abeir-Toril are caught by the Fugue Plane, which serves as a kind of net. Rather than simply passing through to wherever they’d go, the souls of the dead arrive there, where they become paperwork for the bureaucracy of the City of Judgement as their death is recorded, their soul judged, and their destination decided and processed. There is no way in or out of the Fugue Plane for mortal souls. There are also portals to the Nine Hells, and occasionally the Abyss, there but it still makes visiting tricky as a mortal cannot enter the plane while their body still lives…

(...except for that time Myrkul’s Chosen had a falling out with him and built a secret portal to the Fugue Plane in the basement of the echo of his temple in the Plane of Shadow using the Silver Sword of Gith to cut a hole in reality in order to wage war upon his god to get his evil mad scientist girlfriend back. Unfortunately, unless you happen to be psionically bonded to the ancient Githyanki blade of legend that the entire Githyanki people will declare war on you for possessing, you won’t be able to open the door.)

Alignment is not the core decider of the afterlife for Torilians, faith is.

Faith seems so integral that the Torilian understanding of cosmology is defined by the gods’ domains rather than the actual planes they are on, as opposed to, say, the Great Wheel model which arranges the planes by alignment. Where the Great Wheel would feature planes such as Baator [Lawful Evil], Gehenna [Lawful-Neutral Evil], Hades [Neutral Evil], Pandemonium [Neutral-Chaotic Evil] and the Abyss [Chaotic Evil]; Toril’s model would describe the Barrens of Doom and Despair (Bane and co. on Gehenna), the Supreme Throne (Cyric, over in Pandemonium), the Demonweb Pits (the Dark Seldarine, in the Abyss), and etc.

By and large race is not a factor, only faith. The only exception I can find a mention of is the elves (of course it is) whose spirits are innately tied to Arvandor. Faith, personality, and how they lived their life is a factor in determining where a dead elf goes after death, but even then there’s a strong chance that they’ll be going to the Seldarine anyway (and that’s not counting the whole thing where elves generally physically leave Toril for Arvandor at the end of their lives, rather than just dying) Might apply to other demihumans, I don't know.

There are a few fates one can be sentenced to, depending on one’s faith (and lack thereof). Being claimed by your deity or other outsider that has a claim on your soul; False; Faithless; and reincarnation. How severe the criteria and punishments are varies heavily by the writer. The Avatar Series takes a harsh view on the gods and the Fugue; Ed Greenwood doesn't care for TSR adding the Wall to the Realms and takes a more lenient view; and Mask of the Betrayer took it to a whole new level by applying it to the entire D&D cosmology rather than just Toril.

Souls have the opportunity to escape judgement, if they fear they may not like the result. The Nine Hells have a contract with the Lord of the Dead that permits them a diplomatic enclave in the City of Judgement. They are forbidden to harm or force souls into deals, but are permitted to explain to souls that they are dead, lay out the judgement process and possible results, and then attempt to convince them to sell their souls and go to the Hells instead. Generally this is most effective on people who are worried about getting judged False or Faithless. More than simply allowing them to escape Kelemvor's judgement, the devils must agree to some benefit:

"In exchange for consigning themselves to the Nine Hells, such souls might be offered early promotion from lemure form, material riches for friends and family in Faerûn, or the services of devilish attacks on their still-living enemies. Especially powerful souls can even bargain for automatic promotion into a form other than that of a lemure. Once such a bargain is signed, the newly acquired soul is carried directly back to a station in the Nine Hells for torture and transhipment." - FIendish Codex II: Tyrants of the Nine Hells

The Fugue Plane is also invaded by demonic hordes every now and then who battle Kelemvor's followers and the various servants of other gods currently present. The demons snatch as many souls as they can and run back to the Abyss with them. Potential fate and consent is not required, the embodiments of the concept of Chaotic Evil don't give a shit.

If you've been unfortunate, desperate or flagrantly stupid enough to interact with fiends and far realm abominations (and sometimes archfey), then judgement is the least of your concerns. I don't know whether you go to the Fugue Plane and are collected by your patron (or their servants) or if you just go straight to the Hells or something.

I have no idea what happens if you sell your soul to the realm beyond all realms that defies mortal comprehension, breaks the minds and souls of all who gaze upon it, twists those who enter it into monsters, and is a plane which threatens all of existence... but I'm sure it'll be a pleasant afterlife.

I don't have much information on Archfey deals, I'm not even sure they traffic in souls all that much. Some of them are known to enjoy twisting souls into strange fey slaves for them to play with and abuse though, so I guess at least some do. Many being who qualify as archfey for the purpose of warlock pacts are actually considered deities on Toril (Corellon Larethian, Titania the Faerie Queen, and the Queen of Air and Darkness - known as Auril to humanoids), so you'd count as faithful, I suppose.

Souls branded by demons are taken back to the Abyss and made into manes, which are the demonic counterpart to lemures:

"...nearly mindless demons devoted to savagery and fury. They obey the commands of any demons more powerful than themselves, including blindly plunging into battle, heedless of any danger. They are slow, stupid, and largely ineffective [...] Manes are often used as currency between evil spellcasters and evil outsiders [as slaves]." "Manes vaguely resemble their mortal forms, but the shock of the transformation from mortal to petitioner [a dead soul in the afterlife] is overwhelming, and the psychic pain is so great that a mane remembers little of its original life except that it has lost something precious, and that sense is enough to drive the creature to violence and madness." - Fiendish Codex I: Hordes of the Abyss

The dead flesh of manes are bloated and crawling with maggots that eat at their flesh. They just... exist like that, in gibbering hoards that can reach the thousands... unless a Demon Lord decides to eat them, or until the Abyss itself - in all its chaotic evil whims - opts to randomly promote them into a different demonic form. Demons have worked out that they can effectively bypass this by sending souls to the 400th layer of the Abyss, Woeful Escarand, where a group of demons titled the Lords of Woe promote the soul and ship it off to the Blood War. Life is kind of like it is in the hells, but with less bureaucracy and more stress induced migraines.

If you've meddled with devils - by making deals with them, signing contracts, or sometimes merely by taking to them and then doing horrible things based on their advice... and that's generically speaking: There are supposed to be even more ways to go to hell in the Realms, apparently... Although it does explain the thing in the backstory of Hordes of the Underdark where you accidentally bind your soul to Mephistopheles and damn yourself by picking up a random rock that turned out to be a lump of his own flesh without ever meeting the guy or knowing anything about it other than "hey, weird rock".

"Mortal souls from Toril end up in the Nine Hells because of curses, because of the bargains you mention (sometimes through wagers lost), and sometimes because of other mortal actions taken in life, such as magical rituals that unintentionally bind those carrying out the ritual to a particular archdevil, or other traps set by devils to snare the unwary. Even careless summonings may allow a devil to claim the summoner’s soul in future payment, or a miscast spell may make an ensnarement possible. The ways are surprisingly many, so the supply of souls into the Nine Hells is fairly constant, if not widely noticed in lore." - Ed Greenwood

- Your soul is branded by the mark of whichever Archdevil your patron serves. For your BG3 example; Mizora serves Zariel, thus by making a contract with her Wyll’s soul is Zariel’s (Mizora gets credit for her service which works towards promotion and prestige. I don't know if a cambion can be promoted, on account of being half-mortal, but she's getting something out of it.) Traditionally, the soul is then tortured beyond mortal comprehension as the humanity is torn from it and the released energy is consumed by the Archdevil until the soul is sucked dry into a trembling husk and thrown into the Maggot Pit on Avernus. One of the titular maggots eats it and excretes a lemure: melted blobs of flesh that vaguely resemble their original bodies but have nothing left of their original personality except for anguish, existing in eternal agony and hate. Happy birthday! From there you either get destroyed, eaten, or eventually promoted and then locked into an eternal cycle of abuse where you commit endless atrocities and step over your fellow devils in an attempt to escape the abuse of devils stronger than you while abusing devils weaker than you, while doing your day job of dragging mortal souls into damnation. Also paperwork.

Soul coins are also possibly a potential fate. Created by the Archdevil Mammon, the souls within exist in eternal despair, being traded around until they're eventually used up. Or maybe that's just what they do with the energy they torture out of the husk that was your soul, if you want to tie various lore stuff together.

#There is a potential grenade in here if you throw it into the wrong part of the fandom #And I finally an answer to something that's been bugging me since 2003 #Posting at midnight. like the insomniac idiot I am #lore stuff #edgelord hours #long post

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pancake404 · 2 months ago

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Duality of Catnap/Theodore

#digital art #fanart #poppy playtime 3 #catnap #smiling critters #poppy playtime fanart #poppy playtime #poppy playtime art #craftycorn #bubba bubbaphant #poppy playtime craftycorn #poppy playtime catnap #theodore grambell #the smiling critters #smiling critters fanart #smil #False God’s Limbo

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suigenerisstuff · 1 month ago

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The Culmination of a Solemn Musical Triptych: A Critique of W.A. Mozart's Symphony No. 41 (Jupiter)

by @suigenerisstuff

In June 1788, the Austrian composer Wolfgang Mozart wrote the following letter to his friend and masonic brother, Michael Puchberg, from behind a newly won minor position, subordinate to the authority of Antonio Salieri's Kapellmeister at the court of Joseph II:

"I still owe you eight ducats. Apart from the fact that at the moment I'm not in a position to pay you back this amount, my trust in you is so boundless that I dare to beg you to help me with a hundred guilders until the next week, when my shows will start at the Casino."

This is just one of many indications of the idea of an economic failure that would haunt him throughout his life, as well as a mark in the construction of a historical persona of the 'eternal prodigy', always at the mercy of fraternal intervention and ready to live a bohemian, inconsequential life. This image, however - despite the indefensible impudence in life and the scatology left behind in his works - becomes increasingly false - as a persona should be - when we turn our imagination to that summer. In addition to his frequently affected health and mounting debts, we notice the absence of a main figure in his life: Leopold, a later frequent patient of musicologists and psychoanalysts, kept in limbo between a fierce disciplinarian of a shining musical power - almost a co-owner of other people's genius -and a calculating and opportunistic manipulator of his son's talents. This dichotomy allows us to return to Mozart's stylistic choices in his mature period, as well as the consequences for his finances and the legacy of his entire oeuvre. It is necessary, at this point in the reading, to beware of the anachronism of a historical excerpt in which the vast majority of public exhibitions of concerts and instrumental pieces took place in the midst of the effervescence of a court hall, that is, played in the midst of the libertinism of an audience that saw the orchestra as a secondary element of a larger event. In this conception, either numerosity or practicality became the rule for an artist's prosperity. Impunity would not come to the young man from Salzburg, and his father would soon warn him in 1778:

"If you don't have any students at the moment, then write more, even if you sell your work for a lower price; for God's sake, you need to make yourself known. But write something short, easy, popular. Ask a publisher they'd like - maybe easy quartets for two violins, viola and basso. Do you think you'd be demeaning yourself by doing things like that? Not at all […]"

The preoccupation nevertheless tested the musician through his commercial inabilities over the years, bringing out for many the most remarkable trait of the composer who, with a certain frequency, revisited the ideal balance between the pleasant and the disruptive, the first factor being defined by the cruel reality; he would not always be a composer, but also an entertainer, an agent of himself and, in some way, a man whose father would expect constancy and reverence for the Austrian tradition. The second, fatally influenced by Masonic and Parisian academics - like his contemporary Rousseau - would ensure that he "equated existential allegories with the destinies of psyches and societies thrown into change", in the words of Patrick Mackie. With this interpretation, in the summer of 1788, Mozart wrote his last three symphonies in less than two months, the functional examples of his zeitgeist. Especially the last one, the 'Jupiter' symphony, coined after the fact thanks to the opulence of the god who appears throughout the piece in heroic motifs, but which, in reflection of the time, crowns fluidity in balance, It has its own contrapuntal style built on the contrasting themes of the first movement - sonata-allegro - which develop and resolve in the recapitulation, followed by a lyrical andante cantabile with dramatic episodes, ending with the energetic character of a minuet and trio in the third movement, nostalgic for the explosiveness of the first. In the fourth movement we are faced with the most famous kaleidoscope of an era in transformation, the end of a great achievement from the perspective of a definitive enlightenment that would permeate the social and therefore cultural relations of this time as a fusion between harmonic manifestations and the construction of independent voices in a unique phrasing of the classical period.

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mellowwhumps · 2 days ago

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STRIKE 3 — part two

OCs: Zeph and Eythora + Six mention, all not by me

CW: emotional whump, slight violence, mentioned temp. major char death

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Zeph lets go of Eythora’s wrist as he closes the door behind them, a soundproof wall the only thing separating them from the rest of the world. It could have been, then, a vacuum in the middle of space and time, a never-ending corridor trapping them both in limbo. And it would have been fine were they not still in the casino, still here.

He watched as the light left Six’s eyes. He could only watch.

“Eythora,” Zeph starts, hot blood flowing in his veins, “you killed her. She’s dead. We had a deal and this was not part of it.” He wants to scream at the injustice of it all, wants to be undone, unraveled beyond recognition. He barely wants to say it, to admit its truth in all its four letters.

Eythora lets out a deep sigh, hands thumbing over splatters of colour, over and over, a gentle carcass. She won’t meet his eyes anymore. “Do you still trust me?” she asks, and for a moment Zeph might have believed it, time eating desperation eating tail. But it is still a moment, and the short-lasted peace tangles itself around Eythora’s neck and doesn’t let go; a mess of splattered spectrums.

Zeph places both hands on Eythora’s jaw and jerks her head back into position, eye meeting eye, so close he can hear her ragged breathing, false calm interlaced. He’s seen more than enough games to see the signs. Low, resounding. “Why the hell would I trust you after all of that?”

Eythora leans in further and whispers in his ear, “Don’t you remember?”

And the world stops spinning, because there is a dawning dread in his chest, an invisible hollowness that seems to grow into infinity, something beyond the confines of the current reality, something that wants out, out, out. Plunged into icy water, then becoming frost itself, then phasing back into existence. He pushes Eythora away and she stumbles towards the wall behind her, catching her balance in the nick of time.

“Y- You remember, right?” Eythora asks, the desperation in her voice increasing exponentially. A broken record. “You pushed me away, you remember. Y-you have to, right? You have to.”

“I sure as hell remember you, Eythora.” He thinks he does, at least. “But so what? It’s just more proof that you would never understand me.”

Zeph blinks and Six’s warm hand is in his, his brother’s ghost shadowing behind him. There is copious blood on his hands; not a single drop is his. He has always been a beast, he thinks. A cornered dog baring its teeth, a stray that never stayed stagnant. He would rather be a hunter than the hunted.

“Relax,” Eythora says, hands raised and eyes narrowed, “she’s not dead! We’ll go back to yesterday! Just be patient.” She pauses. “Sometimes…people will do anything to achieve our goals. You of all people should know that, I’m proving something to you—”

Zeph slams his fist into the wall beside Eythora, the pain of impact traversing his body and returning him to reality. Her confident smirk wavers. He takes pleasure in it, the thrill of power, the threats before action. There is not a person in front of him.

"Eythora," he more than spits out, her name like something foul in his mouth. "We are nothing alike, you hear me? I would rather suffer a thousand deaths than to ever put her through another second of what you did."

He grasps Eythora by the lapels of her clothes, dragging her forward, his hold the only thing supporting her from falling. “If you're wrong and I wake up tomorrow to find her corpse still lying there, nothing will spare you from what I intend to do to you. I’ll make gods look away if I have to."

Slamming her against the wall and promptly letting go, he stops himself before he does something drastic. Eythora, amidst all odds, somehow manages to keep on her feet.

Breathe in, breathe out. They are not the same.

"If this loop you speak of truly exists, then don't you dare touch even one hair on her head ever again." He takes a step back, withdrawing. She still refuses to meet his eyes.

“I can’t make any promises.”

“I don’t care about your stupid promises.” Zeph slams his fist into Eythora's face so hard her head snaps harshly to the side, body crashing onto the marbled floor with a cry. "This is your due warning. There will be no more of this."

As though that could somehow resolve her of sin, she doesn’t respond.

”Fine,” he huffs out, hand already on the doorknob. “Have it your way.”

He thinks Eythora says something else, but the voices of hundreds are already carrying through the open door, burying her voice thoroughly. Here, where Zeph is surrounded only by strangers, the past finally catches up to him.

He’s going to get a change of gloves after this.

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“next part” // previous part

#well uh it gets worse before it gets better !#whump #whump writing #mellowwhumps #mellocs #whumpblr #timeloop whump #and they had a deal !!!!!!!

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svt-luna · 24 days ago

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Songs that I think Luna will write for Jeonghan:

Timeless - Taylor Swift

Good Looking - Suki Waterhouse

Take a Chance with Me - NIKI

So it goes - Taylor Swift

Call it what you want - Taylor Swift

(Honestly the whole Reputation album tbh😭)

Cinnamon Girl - Lana Del Rey

I’m yours - Isabela LaRosa

Dandelions - Ruth B.

I like me better - Lauv

Intro (end of the world) - Ariana Grande

Limbo - Keshi

Daylight - Taylor Swift

Diet Pepsi - Addison Rae

Paris - Taylor Swift

I know places - Taylor Swift

I like U - NIKI

False God - Taylor Swift

But Daddy I Love Him - Taylor Swift

I wanna be yours - Arctic Monkeys

Middle of the Night - Elley Duhé

Never be the same - Camilla Cabello

My Love Mine All Mine - Mitski

The Moon Will Sing - The Crane Wives

Sweater Weather - The Neighborhood

Young and Beautiful- Lana Del Rey

(These songs mostly remind me of JeongNa whenever I hear them since discovering your blog and now I can’t listen to them without thinking of JeongNa 😣😣) I LOVE THEM SM!! JEONGNA BABY WHEN?? (Just kidding,,, unless🫣)

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sorenphelps · 1 year ago

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PIRATE AU! Marauders

I decided to revisit and expand my take on the magical pirate au concept I had for last year's @siriusblackfest. This will be an unreasonably long description of my ideas, so if you don't feel like reading it, I absolutely understand. (I'm an artist first anyway.) I’d really really appreciate if you further expand or actually write these ideas into a proper fic, I mean, YES PLEASE!

I will definitely do more art for this concept, so stay tuned! My other pirate au works are here, here and here, or refer to my pirate au tag.

🌊🏴‍☠️⚓pirate AU concept ideas⚓🏴‍☠️🌊

About the lore:

Wizards and witches are all descendants of the lost empires Atlantis, Lemuria and Mu:

The Atlantean mages were once the world's most powerful leaders, who could predict the future with their magical stones, created great underground palaces, conquered the entire world with their gilded ships, commanded sea monsters such as the Kraken, the Leviathan, sirens, hydras and other sea demons. They possessed an extremely high level of technical and spiritual knowledge, which they could use to rule over life and death.

The Lemurians were tall, noble wizards, who were able to turn invisible or into an animal whenever they wanted. They were talented in alchemy, they knew a lot about the magical properties of precious stones and metals, which was the basis of their magic. They were very friendly with non-magical people, who often took advantage of their hospitality and stole their treasure which got scattered all around the world.

According to their belief, the wizards of Mu are the direct descendants of god-like creatures coming from the Sirius constellation. In Mu, wizards were excellent architects and sailors who lived in luxurious homes. Their magic was based on starlight and they had exceptional knowledge of astronomy. With the help of their advanced magical rituals, they could achieve anything. Hence the exact way of performing such rituals was kept as a secret, which was passed down from generation to generation only to those who were deemed worthy of it.

As the power of the "sea wizards" was feared among ordinary people, the wizarding world was forced into hiding, and the islands were swallowed up by the sea, seemingly forever… until a powerful dark wizard named Voldemort began searching for hidden treasures (horcruxes) to bring Atlantis and their superior magical capabilities back to the surface.

According to the legends, each of the Four Founders and the Peverell brothers created a horcrux (seven in total) to perform the most powerful magic known to wizardkind, which managed to sink and forever hide the Islands. They had poured all their power into their respective horcrux, giving up their magic forever. To release the power from a horcrux, a dark, forbidden ritual must be performed: the one who performs it will gather their power in exchange of a piece of their soul. Each horcrux is unique in shape and nature, and the rituals to release their binding requires immerse energy which is the easiest sourced by slaying mythical creatures and sacrificing innocent lives. The one who gathers and releases all seven horcruxes, will break the magic sealing the Islands to the bottom of the oceans and ascend to become a new immortal being with infinite power. However, their soul will be lost forever, never to be repaired, stuck in limbo for all eternity.

The horcruxes made by the Founders are Gryffindor’s Sword, Slytherin’s locket, Hufflepuff’s Cup and Ravenclaw’s Diadem. The Peverell Brother's horcruxes are:

Antioch’s Astrolabe: made from metals as shiny as the stars, could predict the future. If used incorrectly, it could give its user a false sense of assurance of potential events happening, making them too reckless. Most users died young as the results were misinterpreted easily. It belongs to Mu.

Cadmus’ Coat of Arms: a gold ring inset with the Resurrection Stone, engraved with the power to recall people from death. It belongs to Atlantis.

Ignotus’ Crown of Invisibility, an invisible crown-like object resembling peryton antlers. It belongs to Lemuria.

About the characters:

James - The Captain. He is a fun, mischievous and charismatic wizard of Lemurian origins. He is always up to no good but has the necessary natural leadership skills to make the most critical decisions quickly even in the tensest situations. He owns the ship ‘The Marauder’, which can turn invisible upon his command. His ancestors had a strong connection to perytons (large stag-bird hybrids), could call them at will, and because these beasts had the shadow of a man, people thought they were shapeshifters. The antlers can be forged to the strongest of metals possessing great power and their fur and wings are said to be the key to achieve true invisibility able to conceal its wearers so absolutely that even death itself could not find them. As perytons were prophesied to lead to the downfall of Atlantis, they were hunted to extinction supposedly. According to legends, a wizard of James’ lineage will be able to summon them again. He originally started his journey to find and secure these mythical creatures. When conveying his magic, his aura slightly changes to resemble antler motifs, prompting his nickname as “Prongs”.

Sirius - The Navigator. He is the firstborn son of an ancient wizarding family from Mu, therefore he has very powerful magical abilities, expertise in the art of combat and superior astronomical knowledge. Even though he is James’ closest and most trusted mate, who clearly possesses the necessary skills to be Quartermaster or Master Gunner, the Crew voted him unfit for those positions because of his rebellious nature, recklessness, and short temper. (Before they started sailing together as a Crew, during a full moon he decided to settle his personal disagreement with Snape by locking him in the underwater cabin they prepared for Remus. James intervened, earning him his position as the Captain.) He is very skilled in map reading and excellent at calculating the exact latitude of the ship just by observing the stars, making him the perfect Sailing Master responsible for navigating and sailing the ship flawlessly. He also has several magical tattoos to further enhance his navigation prowess. He enjoys music and pranking his fellow crew members, who like him nevertheless as he is fiercely loyal and protective of them.

Remus - The Quartermaster. He is not a wizard, but a sea monster. His mother was a selkie, who gave up her sea life willingly for her lover. Fenrir Greyback, an evil maniac obsessed with sea monsters and driven mad by siren songs, attacked and stole the seal-skin of Remus’ mother. Remus’ father, in a desperate attempt at helping his lover, offered her the skin of their son. The ritual backfired, and Remus became a selkie himself, who transforms into a sea monster every full moon. His mother never recovered and eventually disappeared. Remus has joined James’ pirate crew to find his mother and seal-skin to reunite his family, but ended up finding a new one. He’s elected as the Quartermaster of ‘The Marauder’, responsible for coordinating the ship’s day-to-day operations and discipline, dividing the shares fairly, settling disputes and acting as a representative for the Crew members when presenting their wishes to the Captain. He is very intelligent and practical, enjoys researching and is quite skilled in map reading/drawing. He is fascinated by Sirius’ expertise in navigation.

Peter - The Cook & Cooper. He is a seemingly weak and clumsy man with no magical talent. He claims he lost his right hand in an accident; others suspect it was cut off because he was caught stealing, but the truth is that he willingly sacrificed it during a ritual to gain the ability to turn into a rat. He is very resourceful, always listening to whispers and gathering all information. He serves as the Cook and the Cooper on ‘The Marauder’, spending most of his time onboard in the kitchen and food chambers, taking care of the provisions, preparing meals and making and maintaining barrels. He never fights, even when teased with being a coward. He knows every secret on the ship, making him possibly one of the most dangerous crew members, yet he maintains his helpless façade so perfectly, no one really suspects anything about him.

Lily - The Surgeon. She is a curious young lady with a passion for medical science, which she could develop while observing her father during work. Her father was a doctor, who often visited an orphanage nearby to help the monks. She met and befriended Severus there, they collected herbs and other ingredients for fun. She discovered she had magical abilities when the potions she had brewed all somehow possessed healing properties. (Severus’ potions on the other hand usually turned out to be poisonous.) Lily joined ‘The Marauder’ as the Surgeon, after James’ multiple unsuccessful attempts at recruiting her. (He made his crew to stage very elaborate emergency scenarios, which theoretically required immediate medical assistance... until one time it was not theoretical anymore.)

Severus - The Boatswain. He is an intelligent and perceptive young man, with an extraordinary talent for alchemy. His father married his mother hoping the woman could make him the richest man alive as she was the descendant of known Alchemists. However, Severus’ mother only held the Book of Magick Moste Evile as a family heirloom which couldn’t turn anything to gold. Severus was sent to an orphanage after his father killed his mother, where he met with Lily. He had learned every bit of potion making and dark magic from his mother’s book in an attempt at impressing the girl, but the better he became, the more she estranged from him. He eventually ran away from the orphanage, and lived by his wits and magic. He served as a Powder Monkey and a Cabin Boy of famous pirate captains, where he gathered remarkable sailing experience too. On ‘The Marauder’, he was appointed as the Boatswain, responsible for the general maintenance of the ship and making sure all the supplies (including gunpowder, medicine, magical ingredients) were in order. The Crew somewhat respects his abilities but dislikes him as he has a grumpy and unpleasant personality and is scarily skilled in dark magic.

Marlene - The Master Gunner. She is a no-nonsense witch of Lemurian descent, in charge of the cannons, the gunpowder, the shots and weapons of ‘The Marauder’. She is the foremost expert in the art of combat and war strategy onboard. Her family was tasked to guard the Sword of Gryffindor for centuries, unaware that it was a horcrux. The sword was forged from pure silver and is inset with rubies, said to ignite great courage in the hearts of everyone wielding it and capable to defeat all enemies. Marlene wears a necklace decorated with a large and shiny ruby, representing her brave and combative personality. The stone also enhances her fighting abilities.

Dorcas - The Carpenter. She is an easygoing girl with ancestors from Mu. Despite being loosely related to Sirius, her magic differs a lot from his. She is a fortune teller (uses cards and not the stars to predict the possibility of events), and has a natural affinity for working with wood. (A magical tree is the symbol of the eastern side of Mu, which is also tattooed on Sirius’ neck.) She works as the Carpenter, responsible for the ship's maintenance and damage control, even during battle. Her job is to reconstruct entire sections of the ship and the sails. She designed and built the underwater cabin for Remus’ transformations. She also enjoys music and is in a relationship with Marlene.

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