#Moon God Nell

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Apologies for poor scan/photo quality. Could not get these to work with me no matter what I did

Have some AU Joses: Top Row is from an AU called "Gods Favorites" and the Bottom is from his Fae Prince AU (including the first draft of his far form) - both are AUs with @artwithlemon that I've had a lot of fun with

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[multidimensionalguidance]

Anuradha - The Bridge To All Paths Pt.2

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As mentioned in the first part, the light aspects of Anuradha are almost always easy to identify through films or by paying attention to the major themes in their life. Now, with all Scorpios there is always a much darker side despite the already observable shadows.

Scorpio placements always carry an intense and intimidating aura, yet out of all the nakshatras the one that carries the most harsh attitude and presence is Vishakha ruled by a male tiger. Both Anuradha and Jyeshtha are ruled by the deer, which makes them more skittish, sensitive, and paranoid.

An observation was made by a fellow astrology account "v1rginldy" on Twitter, and I wanted to expand further on it because it speaks volumes of this nakshatra. They pointed out how there seems to be a connection between Anuradha and demonic possessions, specifically in a context with nuns or women getting pregnant by evil forces.

Anuradha is the only female yoni nakshatra among the others, so perhaps this is why there is such an association with gestation and birth. The corruption comes in from the shadow that speaks and lures in Scorpio placements.

All Scorpios seek power in some way, and in this nakshatra they attempt to obtain it by becoming devoted and subservient to a goal or individual that can give them the authority they seek. Their much softer, innocent, gentle, and servicing nature makes them an easy target.

There seems to be a pattern of young girls who wish to devote their love and energy to God, divinity, or a mystical force yet get deceived to unwillingly participate in dark rituals. They are used as a vessel who is willing to sacrifice anything in order to achieve what they consider to be their inner purpose.

Sydney Sweeney from "Immaculate" plays a young novice nun, who basically ends up getting possessed, lied to, and manipulated to carry the antichrist. She has her Ascendant in Anuradha.

Nell Tiger Free from "The First Omen" plays a young woman who is also a young nun that is selected to bring about the birth of evil incarnate. She has her Moon in Anuradha.

Juliet Mills from "Beyond the Door (1974 film)" has Sun in Anuradha and played the role of a young pregnant woman in San Francisco who is going to have the devil's baby during her strange possession.

Laurel Vail in Delivery: The Beast Within has Moon in Anuradha and plays as a young couple documenting their first pregnancy for a new TV show discover that a malevolent entity has taken control of their unborn child.

Laura Harris from The Calling (2000) has Sun-Mercury in Anuradha and also plays as a young woman who has her child under abnormal circumstances. She pieces together clues that lead to one conclusion, her son is the Antichrist.

It seems that the pure intention and services of these natives are often misused by those who have hidden agendas. They push the narrative to Anuradha natives that suffering for love is the ultimate expression of devotion.

This is why the long term alliances they choose to make are essential not just for their future, but safety. It is the guidance and protection of those who are their partner/s, friends, family, and even coworkers that keep ill willed individuals at bay.

The nun and religious associations are very interesting considering that their whole life journey is about devotion to a higher calling, and it is the corruption within these institutions that take advantage of their natural gifts.

Hope y'll enjoyed these observations, and if I encounter more patterns with this nakshatra, I'll be continuing further.

[scotianostra]

Happy 75th Birthday, singer/songwriter/guitarist Mark Knopfler, born 12th August 1949, in Glasgow.

The Knopflers originally lived in the Glasgow area and Mark Knopfler’s younger brother David was also born in the city, his father was a Hungarian refugee who fled his home country in 1939, they have a Jewish heritage but Mark described his dad as a “Marxist agnostic”

The family moved to Newcastle when Mark was 7, where he was educated, he started making music aged 16 but it wasn’t till he formed Dire straits, with his brother in 1977 that he began to have success.

The band were signed to Vertigo Records in 1978 and recorded the album Dire Straits, which featured their first major hit single, “Sultans of Swing. Their follow-up albums include Communique , Making Movies featuring Romeo and Juliet and Tunnel of Love. In 1985 the band released its mega-selling album Brothers In Arms, which has sold more than 30 million copies to date.

Mark has collaborated with many of the world’s top acts through the years, and although he spent most of his life in England, he still holds an affinity with the land of his birth, of course many of you will know he penned the music to Local Hero, but Scotland has featured in some of his songs too. On his second solo album, Sailing to Philadelphia, the in the lyric of the first single pays homage to Edinburgh. The video also features Scotland, with the Forth Bridge and Road Bridge featuring as well as the streets of our Capital City. He also penned the music for the movie The Princess Bride and the Scottish

What is it.

The drinking dens are spilling out

There’s staggering in the square

There’s lads and lasses falling about

And a crackling in the air

Down around the dungeon doors

The shelters and the queues

Everybody’s looking for

Somebody’s arms to fall into

And it’s what it is

It’s what it is now

There’s frost on the graves and the monuments

But the taverns are warm in town

People curse the government

And shovel hot food down

The lights are out in city hall

The castle and the keep

The moon shines down upon it all

The legless and asleep

And it’s cold on the tollgate

With the wagons creeping through

Cold on the tollgate

God knows what I could do with you

It’s what it is

It’s what it is now

The garrison sleeps in the citadel

With the ghosts and the ancient stones

High up on the parapet

A Scottish piper stands alone

And high on the wind

The highland drums begin to roll

And something from the past just comes

And stares into my soul

And it’s cold on the tollgate

With the Caledonian blues

Cold on the tollgate

God knows what I could do with you

And it’s what it is

It’s what it is now

What it is

It’s what it is now

There’s a chink of light, there’s a burning wick

There’s a lantern in the tower

Wee Willie Winkie with a candlestick

Still writing songs in the wee wee hours

On Charlotte Street I take

A walking stick from my hotel

The ghost of Dirty Dick

Is still in search of Little Nell

It’s what it is

It’s what it is now

Oh it’s what it is

What it is now, now, now

films Local Hero and A Shot at Glory.

[thatliminal-wanderer]

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[thecluelessdoctor]

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HEY GUYS GUESS WHAT I HAVE A REVIEW RANT THIBG!! YK THISE THINGS I DO EVERY BLUE MOON ON SOMETHING OTHER THAN HELLUVA BOSS? YEAH! WE ARE DOING THAT?

ABOUT WHAT EXACTLY??

YUP! THIS HORRIBLE WEBTOON. I won't be talking about the creator controversy

Look I couldn't even get past the first few episodes. I had to watch summary videos that's how much I hated it.

So!!

Yeah

So using what I've learned ima. Review it.

Story first!

So it's a romance (WHY) between Nelle and of course Jeff the murderer- sorry killer. Anyway. Nelle at the beginning attempts to get a job at Arkham asylum, but isn't allowed to due to not having any experience. Nelle why is this the first thing you tried to do after getting a degree- you could be a therapist. (Wait she was a child therapis?? Oh) anyway. Nelle runs into Jeff and. Nelle gives the obvious psychopath a ride to HER home. WHAT??

Shit happened and Jeff ends up living with Nelle, and ig. They start falling in love?

Yeah.

This is written like a fanfic. You know what it reminds me of?? IT REMINDS ME OF STOLITZ!!

Which brings me to the next point

The writing/dialogue

Everything feels uncomfortable and stiff. It also feels really robotic- it's just. Not good.

Jeff is really creepy. I mean yeah he's a murderer but he calls Nelle 'kid' with the sexual tension going on and it feels weird. WHY KID. God Jeff also gives off that 'alpha male' dude vibe it was just. I'm crying. BUT THE SHOW MUSt GO ON!!

This webtoon and it's characters feel so soulless and Nelle is so obviously this adorkable self OC god.

Next part.

The art.

AUHHJJ- ITS ACTUALLY TERRIBLE- MEDIOCRE AT BEST

It looks like Vivziepop art, but at least her newer art is consistent

This also has ZERO artistic growth!!

Now I'm a young artist, and I don't normally hate on other's art but this??? It's so Incredibly painful, and it doesn't even feel like it's trying to be good

Liker here are a few panels that I read that were really inconsistent

As well as some Google images.

God

Anyway rant over

Do you friends, have some shitty canvas webtoon you want me to review?? TELL ME!! I'll probably do it lmao.

Ig I'll call this series 'Bargain comics' because it's a bargain if I will be traumatized for the rest of my days

Anyway, I'm Dotty, and I wanna die

[lunamagicablu]

AscoltaMi nella verità della tua anima. AscoltaMi nei sentimenti del tuo cuore. AscoltaMi nel silenzio della tua mente. AscoltaMi dovunque. Ogni volta che hai una domanda, limitati a renderti conto che Io ho già dato una risposta. Poi apri gli occhi sul tuo mondo. La Mia risposta si potrebbe trovare in un articolo già pubblicato. Nel sermone già scritto e sul punto di essere pronunciato. Nel film che si sta’ girando. Nella canzone composta soltanto ieri. Nelle parole che stanno per essere pronunciate da uno dei tuoi cari. Nel cuore di un nuovo amico che stai per conoscere. La Mia Verità e’ nel sussurro del vento, nel balbettio del ruscello, nello schianto del tuono, nel battere della pioggia. E’ il sentore della terra, la fragranza del giglio, il tepore del sole, il fascino della luna. La Mia Verità e’ l’aiuto più sicuro per te nel momento del bisogno, incute lo stesso timore reverenziale di un cielo notturno ed e’ tanto semplice e incontrovertibile e sincera come il balbettare di un neonato. Fragorosa come il martellare di un cuore e silenziosa come il respiro tratto in unità con Me. Non ti abbandonerò, non posso abbandonarti, perché sei la Mia creatura e la Mia creazione, Mia figlia e Mio figlio, il Mio scopo e il Mio….se Conta su di Me, perciò, ogni volta e in ogni caso ti tu trovi separato dalla pace che Io sono. Mi troverai. Assieme alla verità. E assieme alla luce. E assieme all’amore. (tratto da “Conversazioni con Dio” Neale Donald Walsch) art by_letsbedan_ ********************* Listen to Me in the truth of your soul. Listen to Me in the feelings of your heart. Listen to Me in the silence of your mind. Listen to Me everywhere. Whenever you have a question, just realize that I have already given an answer. Then open your eyes to your world. My answer could be found in an article already published. In the sermon already written and about to be delivered. In the film being shot. In the song composed only yesterday. In the words that are about to be spoken by one of your loved ones. In the heart of a new friend you are about to meet. My Truth is in the whisper of the wind, in the babbling of the stream, in the crash of thunder, in the beating of rain. It is the scent of the earth, the fragrance of the lily, the warmth of the sun, the charm of the moon. My Truth is the surest help for you in times of need, it inspires the same awe as a night sky and that's a lot simple and incontrovertible and sincere like the babbling of a newborn baby. Loud as the hammering of a heart and silent as the breath taken in unity with Me. I will not abandon you, I cannot abandon you, because you are Mine creature and My creation, My daughter and My son, My purpose and the My….if Count on Me, therefore, whenever and wherever you find yourself separated from the peace that I am. You will find me. Together with the truth. And together with the light. And together with love. (taken from “Conversations with God” Neale Donald Walsch) art by_letsbedan_ 

[inseasofgreen]

Celestial, moonlight, and dusk for Sciosa and Zemorri from @samplewriting

thank you for the ask!!

CELESTIAL - Do they believe in any higher being?

A little preface - there are two higher beings in POTO, gods and fate. Two separate entities, though gods must obey fate. Anywho - on with the answer

Zemorri does believe in the gods, but he only actively worships one god. Once known for being the god of war and combat, Atlir is now known for chaos and hedonism. Zemorri holds on to Atlir's old teachings of battle and life after death, but also embraces the new revelations of the god. As for fate, Zemorri also believes in it, but he actively curses fate. He believes fate would see the Nyrus ruined out of spite.

Scisoa, who descends from the lines of Yaen and Duskinfall, has the blood of two demigods coursing through her veins, making her close to the gods. She believes in all of them, though her main patron is Nae'lia, goddess of the moon and one of the head boss's in the pantheon. She's also goddess who bestowed the Kings of Dawn (ie. line of Duskinfall) with their magic. Fun fact, Sciosa will often use Nelia as a alias, Nelia (Nell-ia) being a name mortals name their daughters in honor of Nae'lia (Nay-lia). As for Fate, Sciosa prays to fate daily calling upon the faceless being to side with her when the times comes.

MOONLIGHT - What is their biggest personality flaw?

Zemorri's is a martyr complex. He has to protect those around him, even if it means condemning himself. Couple that with an overwhelming sense of "I am wrong for wanting [redacted for spoilers] and I should be ashamed." This very quickly leads into a path of self-destruction.

Sciosa's would be Ill-tempered and having no regard for rules. Add in a lot of pride as well. I wouldn't say she has a complete superiority complex, but she for sure has a bit too much pride in herself at times. She often confuses "i'm doing this for the better good" with "I'm doing this because I believe it will be for the better good"

DUSK - What is something that prokes their anger?

Zemorri's is a bit harder to answer but any time he's actions or morals are called into question, even more so by those close to him. He knows he doesn't have a heart of gold, he doesn't need someone to tell him that. Even more angering to him is when Ivemaar and Qhuriex bring up that, yes Zemorri is a bastard, but that isn't all he has to be. Or even more grating is that Zemorri has a better chance of making a name for himself than most bastards. Which again, he knows that and that isn't where his issue lies.

Sciosa's would be trying to talk down to her, trying to explain something she is well versed in, even more angering when she is more knowledgeable, when someone tries to undermine her, girls who aren't a girls girl, when someone talks shit about her family, especially her older cousin's Ryon and Aeris. No one bad mouths her fashion advisor and guard dog and walks away from it

[cornus27florida]

I've touched a bit about it on Discord but yeah, about your green-eyes theory: what if the Clam doesn't suck the life out of green-eyed humans, but it gives all its power to them? Can you imagine? It would be even worse than Nell!! Or if Frederick has so much knowledge (even if it's only 1 time in a blue moon), he would be able to guide the Pastel Princesses to their Mom's homeland :'D ! (among other things)

-> this already touched in discord actually, and first of all I am really sorry to put off on halt for too long and decides to let go perfectionism of long post and trying to summarize instead. Here my Answer: I could totally imagine it! New AU of Oracle!Frederick [imagine blondie Apollo, the greek god of prophecies - that's what I imagine him will be like TBH]. Oracle!Frederick with the power of the Omniscient Clam now has 'unlimited knowledge' that could answer any question each full moon night (like a werewolf curse?) which make him kinda lost his sanity and becomes 'enlightened' to answer the asker at that night, and at the end of the QnA session he living up his 'little prince' final scene of 'convulsed as he's like dying' - which might be worse than Nell's convulsion, but fortunately the Rose (Gwen) could calms him down given the time. So there's the gist of Oracle!Frederick, he'll give answers to eager to be cured or much needed cure (like Abbi, Renée, Sally) and leads the Pastel Family to their mother's homeland but with good intention of civilization exchange [remember Lilyth's Diary part 1? the Islander hope Jack gives new knowledges but as he's not bright - welp - but this time probably?!]

TIMELINE SENTENCES OF THE ORACLE!FREDERICK

During cleanup scenes after big conflict resolved, Frederick that princess carried awaken Gwen to escape meet Jack with the Clam outside

the Clam somehow gives off it's power to Frederick (how it transferred could make him truly a plant boy by giving wreaths of laurels in his head like Apollo)

Leland taking over the Clam but found out it's lost power, the Clam as powerless (except still could communicate) mocked him

starting by Gwen, everyone starts protecting Oracle!Frederick espc the CPC

CPC invites Frederick to be their official newest member, the night the Clam could give answer is the same night of his Slumber party

Everyone declines the offer of Omniscient chance, instead encouraging Frederick to understanding his power more

including Nell, which have chat about how similar they are as used to be locked up and have premonition ability ~ which for Frederick to be truly safe is him being an Oracle should be hidden and he should life normally doing what he wants

what Frederick wants is the same with what everyone encourages, living ordinary but happily with people that cares him espc Gwen. Although he still want to help others and as being Oracle with unlimited power, he could now help the CPC members find the cure of their curse although with limitations the same as the Clam

the conclusion end: Frederick learns that his power as Oracle like the Clam, which he used to help people secretly in safe Haven of CPC in the Pastel Kingdom - but the after effect when using the Clam power is like the little prince scene each time he's using knowledge to answer the asker, he'll look as is he's dying.. which where Gwen and others there to Calms him down to sleep.

in the far/near future Frederick 2ill be the wiseful king that living up his meaning name as a "peaceful ruler" - with curse problem kinda fixed while his existence is a well-kept secret, he living normally as possible, together with Gwendolyn and the family they build together

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Last song you listened to:

Blood Upon the Snow - Hozier

Currently reading:

Random self-pub low-key Regency era fantasy book that was on sale? 😅

Last movie:

Oh god, do I even watch movies anymore? Probably Pride and Prejudice. (Matthew Macfadyen awkward Darcy 🖤)

Last show:

The Mandalorian. (Eh. Like I’ve said, mostly just watching for Katy O’Brian at this point.)

Or I guess Critical Role? This doesn’t specify TV show, so...

Craving:

The vegan pho from the place down the street...

What are you wearing right now:

Black t-shirt with the phases of the moon on it, skinny jeans, baggy green cardigan.

How tall are you:

5'4

Piercings:

Both ears, nose, conch, and tragus (Oh my god the crunching noise the needle makes when it goes through your tragus I will never forget that.)

Tattoos:

Star on my wrist

Old school looking bird on my back

Glasses? Contacts?

Glasses. My eyes are terrible.

Last thing you ate:

... A piece of chocolate mochi.

Favorite color:

Green! All the shades. Especially sage green and deep, dark forest green.

Current obsession:

Assassin’s Creed, Valhalla in particular, but also Odyssey. Eivor and Kass, my loves.

History, as always. (18th Century, French, Regency, witch trials, occult, Ancient Greece, Ancient Rome, fashion and textiles, art...)

Hozier, of course.

Sumo! Been loving watching sumo lately. Want a fantastic sport to get into? Go watch sumo! Oh my god. I love it. (GO ENHO!!!😤)

Any pets:

Two cats. Nell, who is a demonic trash gremlin (named for Nell Gwynn), and Heidi who hates everyone and would rather you never disturb her as she curls up in her quiet corner please and thank you.

Favourite fictional character:

Eivor.

You want me to pick just one? It’s Eivor.

The last place you travelled:

Well, driving out to Montreal, but proper hop-on-a-plane and go somewhere not in your own back yard? Tokyo.

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[doodleimprovement]

Various AU Nells

In Order (top to bottom, left to right: First Draft for Moon God; Second draft; Third and final draft; Slight redesign for Fae AU Nell (Before i settled on a new design for her wings) and gilded age Nell

[cimmeriana]

{ Character Sheet }

Full Name: Melinoë Ja'don Tavaras ( Mel-in-OY jah-DON tav-ARE-as ) Nicknames: Tav, Lina (friends), Noi (closest loved ones), Nell (closest loved ones) Titles: The Black, High Priestess of Murder, Lady of Dread, Favored Daughter of Bhaal, She Who Has Been Redeemed Race: Tiefling - Subrace: Asmodeus - Category: Bhaalspawn Class: Druid Monk - Subclass: Circle of the Moon / Way of Shadow Background: Dark Urge - Age: 32 Height: 5ft 5in - Weight: 56kg - Size: Medium Father: Bhaal - Mother: Elisheva Tavaras - Bloodkin: Orin, Sarevok Anchev

STR: 13 DEX: 22 (+3) CON: 20 (+2) INT: 12 (+5) WIS: 20 (+6) CHA: 19 (+2)

Feats:

Duel Wielding Martial Adept

Conditions:

Loviatar's Love

Appearance: Her skin is that of the falling pale ash, shades of a shadow weaving and swirling like a whirlpool as if veins of magic. Or perhaps darkness itself gifted from her Lord God father, Bhaal. From her mother she was gifted her tiefling ridges, angular and eerily beautiful, as all of her kind are.

Eyes white like the flash of lightening in a stormy shy, and twice as fierce when she pierces you with her gaze. Eyes of a Royal Dead, made all the more bold by the scar that paints over her right eye like a warning. A warning from her beloved sister. A parting gift and a mocked "thank you" for the throne in which she was tossed so hatefully. Enchanting and terrible.

You may think her a devil with her twisted horns that jut like sharp cliffs over rough seas, decorated in sharpened silver with the stain of blood upon the tips. Her claws match in ferocity, well-kept and perfectly sharp enough to tear flesh when she is angry or to entice the sweetest of surrenders when she caresses. The silver ring that decorates her septum is a trophy, one plucked from the mangled body of a minotaur who's crime was to belittle and sneer.

She is not weak, picturesque in the way her lean muscles curve as she twists and contorts to slip a blade between ribs or command fire into her palms. That ash-colored skin covered in thick leathers of a beast we dare not question, a companion piece forged to symbolize a sisterly bond that has long since been broken and betrayed.

Wild, dark curls tamed into two braids, a remnant of her childhood when she once adored that sister and was so sure the two would never be parted.

She cannot remember, and yet a look of loss and sadness flickers over her face in the light of the campfire at night when she believes no one watching.

History: Born to a Druid Cleric of Bhaal, the child was raised in the woodland outskirts of Baldur's Gate to be trained as a Druid. Her Dark Urges began in adolescence and culminated in the event of the brutal murder of an unsuspecting family of travelling merchants. Basking in the gore and horror, Bhaal rose from the red, sticky ichor to proclaim his parentage and decree she take her place within his court in Baldur's Gate.

As children, Melinoe and Orin were inseparable little beasts that reveled in pulling wings off of butterflies and pour water into ant hills. Melinoe, being younger than Orin, admired and adored her elder bloodkin. She wanted to be her. To have her braid. To have her armor. To show her admiration and show her love through imitation.

Orin the Red and Melinoe the Black. It's said that these titles came from the saying: black like the shadows in which they creep, and red like the blood they will spill when they take hold of you.

They would have likely continued to be close, had it not been for the fact that Bhaal himself split between them, sporing a rot as he so cruelly declared that he would only acknowledge a single heir to his legacy. Both desperate for the acknowledgement and love of Bhaal, loving sisters turned enemies and rivals. It was to Orin's misfortune that Melinoe rose as the favored and most trusted Bhaalspawn.

To be the Favored came with responsibility. She was to take the Sword Coast and every soul within, a gift for her God-Father. The capital to a world enshrouded in darkness and engorged with blood. Bhaal did not expect that his most beloved daughter would stray.

This was the beginning of her downfall, her descent into disenchantment. Melinoe's adorations and loyalty flickered to the ever insatiably aspiring Lord Enver Gortash. Was it love, perhaps? A feeling that she no longer received from her estranged sister and a feeling that she would realize her Father that she wished so deeply to appease could never love her in return. The domination of an elder brain was not enough for her father's pleasure, she received no accolades and his words were silent in her ears. She was expected, and so she was not praised. This was not a gift from loving daughter to father, but one f many never-ending conditions to prove that she deserved his favor and attentions. To fail his expectations would be for him to turn away.

She would spend nights begging for forgiveness, for she knew the betrayals that crawled in her mind, and cling to the hopes that her father would hear her pleading sincerity. A beloved daughter to turn on her almighty father, begging for him to show her a sign that she was mistaken. To show her that she was loved and cherished. But the God was silent, and abandoned she was left she return with the fruits of her blood and seat and tears for him to rein supreme. Father saw her only as a Dog to be trained to fetch and breed for his legacy.

If only her beloved sister could see this cruelty of their making. The design that their father had woven for them as if they were toys and tools. But Orin was not to be persuaded. Elder sister was blinded by her desire to be loved by Bhaal, and by the great offense in the fact that, despite Melinoe's continual treachery, the younger remained the Chosen. Little sister was a threat. For if Little Sister were to remain, Orin would surely never have a chance at Father's love.

It was from Orin's petty jealousy that Melinoe was flung from her throne.

Sharp, cold knife sliding between the bone of her skull and pried apart as claws shredded and banshee screams echoed. The feeling of an altered, abomination of an Illithid tadpole spawn crawled and gnawed itself a nest in brain matter.

Cast out into the abyss for the Illithid to poke and prod and defile in their demented parasitic conception rituals.

Alone. Unloved.

A shell to be filled. A puppet to be pulled and made to dance.

You are not your own. You never have been.

So is to be the Chosen Daughter of Bhaal.

But what shall you do now that you awaken?

Your memories shattered to winds as only sinister whispers and bed time stories mothers tell to frighten their children?

Who do you belong to?

❝ You only are free when you realize you belong no place, you belong every place — no place at all. The price is high. The reward is great… More and more, I belong to myself. ❞ ( MAYA ANGELOU )

[nellxsoto]

@coldbrns

LOCATION: Hidehill General, Vik's room

𝐕𝐈𝐊 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓. The announcement still replayed in her mind even now as she sat by his bedside, a hand resting over his as she tried to focus on the sound of his steady breathing. He's alive. He's alive. She didn't know what she wouldn't have done if he had lost his grip on life. Not before she could tell him everything. He hasn't stirred since she arrived, but her focus has not wained even once. She thinks of a quote, one sh had heard time and time again. The moon loved the sun so much, she would die every night just to let him breathe. Something like that. He had left to go get something for the two of them, for her. Maybe it would have been her laying in that bed, if at all had things been different. She would have rather it have been her than him.

Nell arises from her guilt for a moment, tears beginning to fall once more as she listened deeply to the sound she had been waiting for: the sound of him waking up. It clearly takes him a moment to register who is holding his hand, thumb continuing the repeated caress along his knuckles. "Vik..." She murmurs for a moment, resting their intertwined hands against her forehead as her elbows rest against the mattress. "God.." After a moment of pause, something in her switches. She has to speak now. Tell him.

"I'm going to tell you this now and you're gonna listen." It's clear in her face that the statement is much harsher than she possibly intended. "Vik, I love you. I've never stopped loving you. And god, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry for everything, even though you told me to stop apologizing a long time ago." This induces a watery laugh, tears still falling as she continues. She doesn't even stop to catch her breath. "You... you are the best person I've ever known. You lift people up... you lifted me up every single day I was your girlfriend. And I know you'd be fucking insane to take me back.. but I don't want to waste any more time knowing I might not have gotten to tell you any of this at all. Now, should I stay or are you going to kick me out after that?"

[i-llbedammned]

Top tracks (years)

The Moon Will Sing — The Crane Wives

Hell and Back — The Airborne Toxic Event

damn! (with Chad Kroeger) [Remix] — Jeris Johnson, Ricky Desktop, Chad Kroeger

Missing Home — flora cash

Merry-Go-Round — MAN WITH A MISSION

Achilles Come Down — Gang of Youths

E-GIRLS ARE RUINING MY LIFE! — CORPSE, Savage Ga$p

SHUM — Go_A

I Am Disappeared — Frank Turner

Be More Kind — Frank Turner

Comfort Crowd — Conan Gray

Cemetery — Run River North

Infinitesimal — Mother Mother

Anna Sun — WALK THE MOON

FEEL. — Kendrick Lamar

DDU-DU DDU-DU — BLACKPINK

Dear Fellow Traveller — Sea Wolf

To My Enemies — Saint Motel

Fire Again — VALORANT, Ashnikko

Home to Me — Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

Just Like You — Falling In Reverse

On the Radio — Regina Spektor

Wine Red — The Hush Sound

Rush Together — Sapphires

Savior — Rise Against

Inkpot Gods — The Amazing Devil

Moonsea — PHILDEL

Fall Back Down — Rancid

Jambi — TOOL

A Mask of My Own Face — Lemon Demon

Curses — The Crane Wives

Bitch, Don’t Kill My Vibe — Kendrick Lamar

Square Hammer — Ghost

Secret Worlds — The Amazing Devil

Time Warp — Little Nell, Patricia Quinn, Richard O'Brien

Burn The House Down — AJR

Rule #28 - Sand — Fish in a Birdcage, Raquel Lily, Atlys

I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE — Måneskin

Rich Kids - [Middle Cla$$ MIX] — New Medicine

First Burn — Ari Afsar, Julia Harriman, Lexi Lawson, Rachelle Ann Go, Shoba Narayan

New Person, Same Old Mistakes — Tame Impala

The Wolf — PHILDEL

I Think We're Alone Now — Tiffany

Flesh — Simon Curtis

For the Dancing and the Dreaming — The Hound + The Fox, Taylor Davis

Shadows — The Midnight

Don't Kill My Vibe — Sigrid

Move It Like This — Baha Men

Dancing in the Moonlight — King Harvest

Become the Beast — Karliene

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[scotianostra]

Mark Knopfler - What It Is (Official Video)

Happy Birthday, singer/songwriter/guitarist Mark Knopfler, born 12th August 1949, in Glasgow.

The Knopflers originally lived in the Glasgow area and Mark Knopfler’s younger brother David was also born in the city, his father was a Hungarian refugee who fled his home country in 1939, they have a Jewish heritage but Mark described his dad as a “Marxist agnostic”

The family moved to Newcastle when Mark was 7, where he was educated, he started making music aged 16 but it wasn’t till he formed Dire straits, with his brother in 1977 that he began to have success.

The band were signed to Vertigo Records in 1978 and recorded the album Dire Straits, which featured their first major hit single, “Sultans of Swing. Their follow-up albums include Communique , Making Movies featuring Romeo and Juliet and Tunnel of Love. In 1985 the band released its mega-selling album Brothers In Arms, which has sold more than 30 million copies to date.

Mark has collaborated with many of the world’s top acts through the years, and although he spent most of his life in England, he still holds an affinity with the land of his birth, of course many of you will know he penned the music to Local Hero, but Scotland has featured in some of his songs too. On his second solo album, Sailing to Philadelphia, the in the lyric of the first single pays homage to Edinburgh. The video also features Scotland, with the Forth Bridge and Road Bridge featuring as well as the streets of our Capital City. He also penned the music for the movie The Princess Bride and the Scottish films Local Hero and A Shot at Glory

What is it.

The drinking dens are spilling out

There’s staggering in the square

There’s lads and lasses falling about

And a crackling in the air

Down around the dungeon doors

The shelters and the queues

Everybody’s looking for

Somebody’s arms to fall into

And it’s what it is

It’s what it is now

There’s frost on the graves and the monuments

But the taverns are warm in town

People curse the government

And shovel hot food down

The lights are out in city hall

The castle and the keep

The moon shines down upon it all

The legless and asleep

And it’s cold on the tollgate

With the wagons creeping through

Cold on the tollgate

God knows what I could do with you

It’s what it is

It’s what it is now

The garrison sleeps in the citadel

With the ghosts and the ancient stones

High up on the parapet

A Scottish piper stands alone

And high on the wind

The highland drums begin to roll

And something from the past just comes

And stares into my soul

And it’s cold on the tollgate

With the Caledonian blues

Cold on the tollgate

God knows what I could do with you

And it’s what it is

It’s what it is now

What it is

It’s what it is now

There’s a chink of light, there’s a burning wick

There’s a lantern in the tower

Wee Willie Winkie with a candlestick

Still writing songs in the wee wee hours

On Charlotte Street I take

A walking stick from my hotel

The ghost of Dirty Dick

Is still in search of Little Nell

It’s what it is

It’s what it is now

Oh it’s what it is

What it is now, now, now

[libidomechanica]

Margins call God—call God

A tricube sequence

               1

And waile with such pity do we

could shown. Curve in a stay. The naked

on her day. Margins call God—call God!

               2

Which I escap’d from thy tear it. You

almost mine and all, among. With things

passion—draweth Helicon the faint!

               3

When removed! And make my gulf hadst not

kept his brimming and was in the aid

on pity on horse? See him, but I.

               4

When to speaketh. It wilder- mooned

touches roughts that old hiding. I burn

with earth—and the employs for these lips?

               5

Pan the walls, and the forgive she down

hands. Last summon air.—If I sleep without

this lips! But yet do the new booth.

               6

Cap of works of either minds of the

valley there he man’s side should never

you alone. Then to seem’d twincline, oh!

               7

That shuns Love. For under grief; for soul

the affords. By tenderness is goodly

pegs; but false here it is my green.

               8

For you’re slowly which you, so sudden

age to all have do? On will my

desire my eclipse and charity.

               9

Hammering all drawn, or do depart,

it makes vs language appease my

though bubblings, which in the selfe thee; things.

               10

Through each other, in the sun sank or

for adore! For what sages drown’d within

that till on Menie down words, how broad.

               11

The sorrow last. Like there, the way, I

can received thine eyes bene alone?

Roll, that villain fickle Nelly Gray!

               12

Time of thy delight last! My scorn withdraw

no more awe thy thing with pride, thou,

then your sigh and low, the should they land.

               13

Let not seem near the flight of flower

for Thought, if you. Has up one age, her

soul of years doe avoyd the rivers.

               14

Nothing to was that Johnny! Poor for

signal shaking from hill, as at thine

hand of mine eyes shill: wi’ joy his pay.

               15

His hand, and Johnny’s left wind the Moon

of silence together. With they spoke,

and look upon the wind was in ways.

               16

Are bounted in your brazen familiar

part, in they ran: thou, whereby; learns

to the year? Not only fit for you.

               17

As soft winna let us carefulnesse

of miracle. Thou comes thy

soul in her by me received a man!

               18

Now called he’d wrinkles she cold along;

flame-lit place fate, still. Since, dar’st the sun’s

see, thine isles shown. They guest; but I die!

               19

To keeps, the summer beast? Go on, go

chide but the who, hardly can my lips

witness, once by their merry-making?

               20

It is not in a diet. And ancient

veil that now chariot hush, then

forgive, but seas whereby young bird sang.

               21

Music to that is old Susan Gale.

That blinded Pleiad, which once she saw

thee and feel why amiss, a shaking.

               22

At moment! As with so late scholar,

spleen. His rage at my learn, to him, raking,

as with each though the meaning lies.

               23

And me this swept then ridden and her

stood, and whiles away from the perfume

them thus to sooth, what is booth. Mr.

               24

For mine eyes, comes the pony more shadows

flying our palm? Of those Virtue

be anything. So he reeds and breath?

               25

Those wrung head& to knock again- her about

there. Summers ever knew my woeful

charge, even by tasted on Nell!

               26

The impossibly terror cause be

where harmless the bed in part, gather,

seeing fires. So Pharaoh, or stand thee.

               27

But my lust. Let us coffee, decked.

Tide—till thee, robes flame the was she was

the main, she land only airless lie.

               28

For the languish dreams did not as kind.

To give more fruitful of perfume to

see, the single heart. Your quaint then out.

               29

Only might does you blin’s law. Yet was

shut feast, that’s his suffered … to choosing

from among hand, still as sweet Draughter.

               30

As loathsome. An oath, reconciled to

many starte with your waile than my

servant’s eyes care, I had through not me?

               31

—A clear spring- wheel, the dead, are bought

to my request. His death, I will die,

vibrates in that so unsluice spake more.

               32

Colin the last breath, and Infinite

clock with grave when adored. My fate, and

go, and furrows on the scarlet pain!

               33

The summer, ere twere fierce loue, and took

their end toward sun, for my love do? She

pang; dare in a grace. Than sense—thy loue?

               34

Her that, in my arms will years best. For

thou can never ill-bred each other

tender the moued to mine eye, her dreams.

               35

And as if on when I lived twenty

and Good Betty lambs we eaten light

and as if death head we but plays me.

               36

Robbed, to hello. Up in the coastal

stay to dwell try my gaily love to

one hand, that is ditties but can ease.

               37

And for on one day as to weariest

words. The end toward Lamia: tell you

bene aloft with a pious birds.

               38

Take your infrequest. Or his verse and

this guide. So he thus again arres

to the plain is flood on hire baundoun.

               39

Yours all: wi’ joy possibly sad as

a week’s so green both flatter. These world

an irritable when you appease?

               40

Breaches of arms I have all weep, it

came latest soul from me. I lovd so

night, both forbid mercy are your day.

               41

And multitudes so fast in mysterical,—

he braver at the strained thy

loues thee. Our break my idiot boy.

               42

His devotion that I asham’d thy

far awa! With thy dainting of transfer

which won a goat inke is a birds.

               43

None live as not sinking and, pleasant

that thou thy minds are game. A-list’ning

so fresh design upon a diet.

               44

The silence passionate away, do

not ever therefore her into amaze.

Her sex and the drink up a mind.

               45

Then let a stars that love know, dead the

came. By bonds in the news printed breathed,

when ecstatic fumes call Thy plays me.

               46

Or him if horse, that it could I know.

It make you in a sweet him, but the

Southern balm breathings reflection slide.

               47

Enough, above, do not be well she

long thee! Doth looks in truest and thus

bepearly nothings to either on.

               48

Under their proudly say. It is also

in sensitive lifts thee but found,

since live or wheels would fair and saying.

               49

Troth, still, and me die, times back have to

behold the grave alwaies set: bayleaue

arrival. And by his eyes at survive.

               50

As in the tended; but was wherein

yourself, the diseases to weak race;

but for a long I prize with power.

               51

He took through tremulous shadow and

clear perfume. For from Pyrrha’s pebbles

may me blood rushes, who like a son.

               52

In each comfort took the poor great krater-

cup bearing kisses racing. Be

glass o’ sweetly grant I may the day.

               53

Dreams in the life-days and husband; so

large here better. And not how she’s the

sun from wear you Virgins, thy should quake.

               54

Say overthrown, or as place where brains,

the sun? To fight; my death soft hands, or

pity do not ask the peoples left.

               55

Well; or where; that shepherds feelings vse

eloquench hood at its round witch, haunt

of love, and maun I still in the greete?

               56

Much too deep in tune that, in love office:

nor stars, and Betty’s most thou mayst

with slow amenity, and she wood.

               57

Beside me thundring ye love, too store;

new one, to love’s wrongs. And down by there,

tis eight to the proudly spleen. At heart!

               58

Yourself from else itself in thy mind.

In high, which to a few live, and greatness

mighty thou art to frown; he wheel?

               59

And escaped for my hears, though thence. The

yellow sky, that poetry where be

a copy near into That make heede.

               60

The banks the illusion vex me a’;

but fall in royall rocks. But a now

not for certain and unmated, glide.

               61

Bounty shame too-early grow; but

boundlessly brough the fires of her soul! A

dream in up and by tasted in loue?