#Nascence

[kyuohki]

Austin Wintory/Brian LaGuardia (Arr.) - Apotheosis off: Journey WDR Funkhausorchester Michael Seal, Conductor

This game and the end sequence/credits still brings me to tears. I love it so much.

[doodle-girl]

Nascence - Luz’s Sacrifice

Hey guess who finally got around to making this after having the idea written down in notes since *checks the notes app* April 30th

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[randompoemsfrommybrain]

Nascence

It calls from the other side Yearning to take shape To be freed from the shapeless Before To be proof A memento A mark on history Screaming to the great beyond We are here I was here I mattered We matter The birth of a thought Echoed Screams of joy Encompassed in silence Because it exists We exist It is loved because We love And It all starts with the voice From before the beginning Begging to join the chorus of now

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[s3znl-gr3znl]

Miquella the cant.

Miquella the doesnt.

Miquella the wont.

[18catsreading]

The office of preemptory catastrophic deviation sounds rad as hell. I am excited to get to meet the Wizard Sly eventually.

[drondskaath]

Celestial Annihilator | Annihilation for Esoteric Nascency | 2023

Korean Atmospheric Black Metal

Artwork by Tim Barton

[rastronomicals]

9:57 PM EDT May 4, 2024:

Mare Cognitum - "Nascency" From the album An Extraconscious Lucidity (September 25, 2015)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

File under: Atmospheric Black Metal

[untilthenextencore]

Of Births and Rebirths~...

As expected Jimmy was a pro at handling Dante. He took to it like a duck to water. He was there along with the nanny when Soraya, still tired & recommended to remain on bed rest after giving birth, could not be. He was there for Dante & for her.

He would help her wake & make sure she ate, helping her brush her hair in between cuddles of her & the baby - and feedings of the baby as well - as she found herself a daily routine as a new mother.

He dressed them all in white shifts that day. Soraya he had in an off-the-shoulder linen gown that he bought, seeing it as reminiscent of her wedding gown. Dante was in a little soft linen sleeper. Jimmy wore a white linen shirt he had gapped in order to continue the skin-to-skin he first tried in the hospital with Dante. The maid joked that they looked like a family of spirits haunting the house as they drifted about, making them laugh.

They got into an easy routine. Soraya feeding the baby & Jimmy changing his diaper to let her rest as much as possible. Jimmy would have them snatch naps together. If Soraya nodded off with Dante, he'd hold Dante on their laps, softly petting the both of them. She could feel him lean in to kiss the both of them tenderly. Feel his lips softly press to both of their cheeks & temples. Hear his hushed words, sotto voce as they were.

"My word..." He hushed as Dante yawned & snuggled closer to the both of them. Dante blindly gripped at their shifts, holding snatches of both Soraya's gown & Jimmy's blouse. "There there, mate. Don't worry. We're still here. We've got you." He chuckled, as Dante gave the fabric a little tug with yet another yawn.

As he pet the young one's head, Jimmy recited his full name - including the names they were considering for his middle names, hushing them in reverence, speaking them like an incantation. "Dante Gabriel Everett Millais Holman Hunt Jaime Amado Page~..." Soraya smiled softly as Dante shifted as if responding to his names as much as his father's voice.

Dante fidgetted a bit, yawning again before smacking his lips in a tell tale fashion.

"Oh! Someone's hungry." Soraya cooed, pulling the ties of her gown & shimmying the neckline down & taking Dante to her breast. As Dante nursed, the room fell into a quiet hush. The only sounds aside from Dante's suckles were the crackling of the fire & the wind outside. Soraya & Jimmy took turns petting Dante's head as he nursed. Jimmy let Soraya take over soon enough, then bringing his right hand lower to bolster the pillow Dante rested on a bit.

He was duly rewarded.

Dante relinquished his hold on their clothes & curled his tiny hand over Jimmy's finger. His heart swelled. Tears sprang to his eyes. "My... My... My goodness gracious... He is such a tiny dear thing. Such a dear thing. A dear boy. Are you sure he's ours?"

"Of course he is! Precisely because he's so dear. Why? Having doubts?" She teased Jimmy with a nudge.

"No!" He wrapped his arm tighter around his wife, kissing her temple & nuzzling her.

"Good!" Soraya returned his affection, meeting his lips with a soft kiss of her own. "Because you don't have to look too far or think too hard as to who Dante takes after in his widows peak, green eyes or black Irish coloring." Jimmy just laughed, meeting Soraya in another kiss.

He paused a moment to take in the sight; his young wife dressed in the sleeping gown that he had bought specially made for her, nursing his new son. It was humbling. Stirring. Deeply stirring. He felt himself throb despite his best intentions.

Not quite yet, mate. They must wait a few weeks yet for that. Soraya - however deeply stirring - was still recovering yet. Still finding her feet. Still finding her way. Finding her path. Finding her place in her new life, both as his wife & now a new mom. He mustn't intrude on that. It was too special a time. Too sweet. Too sacred.

No. Instead, he would guide her. Do whatever he could to guide her. To help her. To support her. To protect her. With his whole body and soul and spirit, he would protect her. And now little Dante too. With everything he had.

Never did he think in all his years that he'd be back here again. In this position again. Married. With a small child. A new baby. A little son. He never saw this coming. But now that he was here he'd not take it for granted. He intended to experience it all anew. Every delicious, delirious, delightful part & bit of it. Newlywed life. Fatherhood. Every bit of bliss. Building & being in & bringing his new son up in a warm, safe, supportive environment, in a house full of love.

All these thoughts milling & spinning about his head brought the tears back to his eyes, turning his eyes a mistier shade of green.

He pressed another soft kiss to Soraya's temple, doing his best to swallow the watery lump in his throat as he rasped. "You're doing phenomenal, love. Absolutely fantastic. Such a natural." Another kiss as he held her tighter. "I'm so proud of you, my love. So proud of you."

Soraya beamed, looking incandescent in the glow of the fire nearby. "I owe it all to you. My darling husband. My beloved. My one and only. My heart." Clearly, she was just as moved by this moment. Tears edged her eyes as well, which she daintily patted away & swept away with her fingertips before he helped her with gentle dabs of his handkerchief. "I wouldn't have him but for you. We wouldn't have him. Wouldn't have this..." She motioned to the firelit room flowered with roses, baby clothes & well-wishes. "All of this... I can't thank you enough. And how you help me... Guide me... Support me... You do more than I ever could imagine... I couldn't ask for more... I couldn't thank you enough..."

Her tear-misted gaze then fixed on him as she hushed. "I adore you, Jimmy. Mind and body. Heart and soul. Wholly, deeply & entirely. You'll never know how much."

Her words echoed ones she had often spoken to him. They echoed her vows. This hit Jimmy right in his heart... In the tenderest spot... The one he saved for her...

Silently, he took her lips in yet another kiss. His lips were trembling as were hers but they were never more sure than they were at that moment. They fit like pieces of a puzzle solved at long last. Her hand rose to cup his cheek tenderly, keeping him in the kiss even as he refused to break it. Her thumb caressed his tears away even as hers continued to fall.

"Thank you, my darling." He hushed into her lips. "You'll never know how grateful I am to you... How indebted I am... You've given me a gift of life... New life... Nothing can ever compare... My beautiful Soraya... My lady..."

Her heart felt so full it could burst at that moment. She didn't know what to say... What more she could say... What more she could do... She racked her brain for the words which proved fleeting but for one...

"Jimmy..."

Instead, their attentions were grabbed by the surprised murmur of little Dante as their tears both fell onto him below, anointing his forehead as he nursed. Both came to cup his head, fingers meeting as they brushed the tears away & into his skin. They both laughed softly, as they stroked his cheek.

And as their fingers tangled tenderly about their son's downy cheek, in a knitted halo about his sweet face, at last, the words came to Soraya, his forever muse, who mused in an amused lilt.

"Don't that just beat all?... Don't that just say it all, Jimmy? If it doesn't I don't know what does. I don't know what more I could say. What more he could say, past the simplest expression? So I'll say it for him." Turning to greet her husband with a soft kiss, "Jimmy..." She spoke soft words she had often said & repeated that no less shook him to the core, hitting that tenderest part of his heart that ever remained hers. "I love you..."

Indeed, it did. Defeating all words. Rendering them all useless & mundane. Ineffectual & redundant but for his simple reply, uttered in a reverent hush as his arms wrapped tenderly tighter still around them, as ever loving as they were ever protective, which they knew they always would be.

"I love you too... My lady... My darling... My darlings... I adore you... And I always shall..."

With that the room fell into the same reverent hush around them. But for the soft whisper of wind outside, the crackle of fire inside, along with Dante's suckle & the soft kiss the two new parents either placed atop his head if not shared together still within that tender moment, nothing more was said.

Nothing more needed to be said. Nothing more was needed. All of them were content. Content all was said that needed to be. Content they had everything they needed within that little room... Within that embrace... Within each other...

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Hope you all enjoy~!

As ever this is forever for under construction~!

[onlyhurtforaminute]

celestrial annihilator-eternal flames of doom

[narrated]

smth about being queer/trans and not experiencing things that are “normal” to cishet people until your 20s, smth about lukas running away from their foster parents after a couple months and essentially going on a bender but with more violence, smth about lukas henshall not even existing until they were 19

[ancientmyrddin]

what if... surprise one shot :-)

[realitybled]

this is literally my approach with nasc files

[irrepressible-miracle]

Maybe Miquella's curse isn't eternal nascency, maybe his curse is that he'd be slower than everyone else, that he wouldn't have enough time

[lonicera-caprifolium]

Nascence ✨

(based on the Lavellan and Solas cards from the DA:I tarot deck)

[gobbogoo]

A Brief Analysis of Elden Ring's Miquella

Miquella is a manifestation of the childish question: "why can't we all just get along?"

His power to "charm" others is an answer to that question, and what makes it so frightening is that everyone IS happier when under the charm's effects; they arguably become much kinder versions of themselves, but that forced compassion is its own form of tyranny. You can't make people get along without removing their autonomy.

Miquella likely recognized this once, as with one notable exception there's no record of him ever forcing his will upon others within the Lands Between. It was only after trying and failing to save Malenia, Godwyn, and the Lands Between itself that his desperation to have ANY impact on things made him forsake his morals and take control of Mohg's mind.

Miquella came to believe his curse of eternal nascence was responsible for his impotence. He told himself if he could just break free of his youth, he'd finally be able to help everyone like he always wanted. What he didn't realize was that adulthood comes at the price of childhood innocence, and by forcing himself to grow up, he was leaving behind everything that once defined him. The curse was a part of who he was, and to hate it was to hate himself.

We never truly meet Miquella in-game, because Miquella lies in pieces scattered across the Realm of Shadow. Instead we find something that claims to be him, even as it stands in opposition to everything he believed in.

His story is a cautionary tale about the dangers of self-sacrifice. You cannot aid others by burning yourself out, and you cannot love others if you do not love yourself. Miquella allowed his selflessness to destroyed him, and in doing so he ultimately harmed all those he wished to help.