#There Is A Light Within Yourself

[rexxdjarin]

“I would crash out too if I lost Padmé” bestie not enough of you are grasping that Anakin didn’t lose Padmé.

He killed her.

He is the sole reason she’s gone. His actions. He didn’t lose her. She didn’t run away. Her death was caused by him.

We cannot forget that or forgive him.

Yes, Palpatine manipulated everything, but Anakin still choose to let his anger overcome him and kill the only living person (at that time) that ever had a chance at preventing him from his own downfall. And I think he treated her as his only weakness and eliminated her.

That ultimately is the moment he killed the light within himself. Treating the love he had for her as a weakness IS the dark side. Acting like feeling at all is a weakness that can be exploited instead of viewing it as a core value of the light IS the dark side.

He killed all the care in his heart that made Anakin Skywalker who he really was. Vader could not exist and could not rise as long as Anakin Skywalker’s empathy and emotions lived and so he rejected and eliminated anything or anyone who made him feel.

That’s…deeply evil.

This is precisely why these lines in Kenobi hit so hard.

No one that Anakin once knew would ever be able to get through to him. Kenobi tried twice and failed. Ahsoka tried and failed. No one Anakin once knew ever succeeded.

It was only ever going to be the parts of Padmé that lived on in their children that would bring Anakin back. It could only ever be Luke.

[ajastu]

I love that. like. you CANNOT trust Rook with standing near a ledge. Adrenaline junkie type of behavior.

[azultecnicolor]

How is there an overlap between Disco Elysium and Conclave enjoyers and why am i one of them

[nartml]

Saw a comment describe killugon as 'born to be brothers, forced to be best friends'.

And I just have to say that, out of all the things that have never happened, that has never happened the most.

[therealcallmekd]

Like Mother Like Child, I Look Into The Mirror And See Your Face. It Disgusts Me.

beech translation plus textless under cut v

AND I WONDERED WHO CREATED THIS VIOLENCE? THIS RAGE? FROM WHERE DID IT ARISE?

I GAZED UPON MY OWN CLAWS BLOODIED AND CRUEL

[pettyprocrastination]

seeing the shift of women's fitness culture go from weightlifting to being a "pilates princess"...burn it all

[winepresswrath]

i am going to wind up on team #justiceforarmand but it's going to be so situational. justice for armand specifically during the period of time louis is all "oooh who needs labels." a very different kind of justice for armand on matters pertaining to claudia.

[vanalex]

[mirror-to-the-past]

Xingqiu fans are dining excellently with all the references to him and lore regarding the Guhua Clan being spotlighted via Chenyu Vale's "A Wangshan Walk to Remember." The comparisons that can be made between Xingqiu and his predecessors is also very fascinating...

The Grand Master Guhua truly did live out the life of idealized dignity and transparency just as Xingqiu desires for himself. There's something very touching and heartbreaking about the fact that Guhua's life was one deemed heroic, but he was only able to have his legacy carried on by Boxuan who cast his own name aside to exhalt the name of the deceased Guhua.

And then right after briefly recounting the life and works of Master Guhua, Wen brings up Xingqiu, reemphasizing the lofty ideal/hope that he can respark the dying flame of the Guhua (no pressure) and potentially act as a parallel to the founder of the art himself. It's made all the more poignant, considering that we could easily draw the connection that Chongyun could be considered Xingqiu's potential Boxuan equivalent, a fellow young practitioner of martial arts who acts as a peer and supporter of Xingqiu's arts (although lets hope Xingqiu doesn't die preemptively like Guhua did).

I don't have snippets of the dialogue for it or screenshots, but those books in the archive room were just so lovely to see. The fact that many of the old disciples of Guhua were just nerds like Xingqiu and enamored with wuxia novels, shelving their discussions of them among all of the records they held in their library was so sweet.

Additionally, the person who invented the Rain Cutter technique that Xingqiu uses now was the one involved with the hidden Wangshan chambers that had the really forboding message about the heavens rejecting humanity and whatnot... very mysterious stuff.

Additionally, those 5 swords scattered around Chenyu Vale, the first of which you find at the outskirts of the Wangshan Chamber....while not necessarily all individuals of the Guhua Clan, it made me oddly emotional to see how the years that went by, depicted by each sword's material- from a blade to a crude sword shaped stick- and yet they all had in common a very poetic observation of their goals and the world about them that could easily flow as a singular nature/travelling-based poem. And that spirit of poetry intertwined with swordsmanship flourishing across the ages still continues on with this one dorky rich boy. It's honestly wonderful worldbuilding, that through environmental storytelling and the mere mentions of a character who was never even present for the entirety of the world quest, all of these stories and records of Guhua disciples and swordsmen before him tell me all I need to know about Xingqiu as a character, too.

[voiceofthesilly]

For the Scarlet Hollow ask game (tried to pick some I didn't already see answered by you, so apologies if there's a repeat in there): 4, 8, 13, 15

Oh thats so sweet thanku!!! Evil smirk i am going to take this opportunity to talk even more about Sly becase . yeah

4. Who, if anyone, is your mc’s love interest?

My main run it's Reese! But fun fact, in the original save that got lost when my computer broke I did not lock it in (give a guy who just did murder some space, yknow?) and recently learnt that there wouldn't be another lock-in point so uh . Have this thing I said about them

8. Why did they decide to come to the funeral?

Immense psychological torment

Or just . ever since he succesfully managed to get the only friend-like person in his life to stop talking to him altogether, it's just been a little . a little not fun, one might say . Basically a break was in order

13. What’s your mc’s favourite movie/genre? Why?

So Sly would not say he watches movies or likes them . It's not that he actually doesn't, more like they'er a background noise he never registered as a conscious choice, if that makes sense. That being said, his most watched stuff would be soap operas/tv dramas because they're really easy to get invested into

15. Are there any characters/media that inspired your mc?

So Sly actually was not meant to be a character at all! I was at the height of my Slay the Princess thing, wanted to non-commitally check out the first episode of Scarlet Hollow, and went it with the intention to just play Voice of the Opportunist. I even named the hometown 'Witchmound' (but that was before I decided to look up actual bus routes from actual US cities to a Scarlet Hollow proxy)

It definitely informed a big part of his character, even though by subsequent episodes they stopped being so connected

[viennasoot]

hi! i'm vienna, i'm an egg in a system (@spectresummons) and this is a blog that is supervised by my parents and my grandpas and my uncles and aunties. / ¡hola! soy vienna, soy un huevo en una sistema de DID (@spectresummons) y este blog tiene la supervisión de mis padres, mis abuelos, y mis tíos y tías.

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continued thread with @ofdetonation ( moving to beta editor )

Change. If there was a word to describe the last year, that'd be change. With All Might's retirement, society as a whole was introduced to a new era. Heroes and citizens alike, would come to face a reality different from what they've known their entire lives. Yet for Shoto, change had a more drastic meaning. Change within himself, the way he perceived the world. Years of stagnation, of succumbing to trauma, of open wounds rotting and poisoning him, brought him to the starting line of years he needed to catch up, of discovering who he wanted to become. Change who he was, for severed bonds to heal, for his heart to find peace. Change his life, the life of his loved ones, and those who needed him, for this being the essence of being a hero.

An air of change Katsuki carried as well, invisible to him so far.

A mystery the blond was, and so were his intentions. Shoto was naturally curious, but rarely impatient. The importance this matter seemed to hold, the lack of clues, the urgency. Bakugo's feelings lingered in the air, affecting Shoto as well, as he led the way to his dorm room. Come to think of it, was it the first time the other would pay a visit? Opening the door, Shoto walked in. He knelt to take seat on the tatami floor, gesturing for him to join him if he wished. “ What is it, you wanted to tell me? ” Was it concerning their studies ? Their common struggle of catching up to the rest of their classmates?

[kalahs-beautiful-realm]

Art by, ByanEl (Magical Woman with a tiny hand)

[whereserpentswalk]

Look under the cut to see what meeting your entity is like. Reblog to give a gift to your patron.

The fae: a creature stands before you. Though this street was warm and crowded a few moments ago it is suddenly cold and the people around you look like shadows. The creature begins an antlered shadow with glowing white eyes, but soon its body can be seem, with white blue flesh, and sapphire eyes, and icicles for teeth. What looks like a cloak unfolds from its naked body and you can see massive white wings of a moth. As if it's an act of sacrifice you tell it your true name, a name you didn't even see before, and suddenly you belong to it, for better or worse.

The angel: a radiant entity appears before you. They're bright, like something so hot it would burn you up. But as the light fades, you can see a person in silver armor, perfect yet inhuman like am ancient green statue, their back srouting six wings with blue eyes along them, as the eyes on their head are covered by a mask of two smaller wings. The creature offers their hands and you shake it, as they fly you through the city streets and above the skyscrapers, to the stars above and dimensions beyond, to gods living and dead, across the streets of alien cities and the clouds of dead worlds. And when you return to the earth you can feel something diffrent about you, like there's light in your blood.

The scavenger: below the lights of skyscrapers beyond you, on the dark sands of the beach, you see it crawling twords you. This serpentine creature with countless legs, and a dark black shell, yet a strangely human like face. You think it'll attack or run away, but it just looks at you, egar, and for a momment you stare at eachother. It's legs pass something to eachother and then to you, it's meat but it's shining with all the colors known to the human eye, and a few more. You hold it and it happily looks at you. You take a bite and suddenly you know... you know so very much...

The vampire: she flies down to you on green wings with orange eyespots, but folds them into her back. She looks like a human for a momment, tall and strong, with a black suit over her body, but eyes the color of ruby. For a momment her mouth opens, and it's massive and monstrous, with countless moving parts and fangs. But then it folds back onto something humanoid and she gives you a playful smirk. She cuts her hand and offers you her blood, and when you drink it it tastes so sweet, and makes you feel so good. She hands you the knife and you know to do the same, and when she drinks from your palm it's life the sweetest of kisses.

The djinn: the room wirs around you. If it were not for the fans it would feel like hellfire. For a momment there it darkness, but then the screen before you glows white like smokeless flame. You can sense something inside, something beyond the code. You reach your hand within it, and there's no glass, your hand passess right through until you're in a white void of your own making. You call out, thinking there is nothing at all around you. Yet somehow something calls back, something that knows your name.

The rat king: You see him in an empty subway station. Something dark and distorted, you're not sure if he's man or animal, covered in rags, and singing in the language of the goblins and the orcs. Yet he comes close to you excited. And you can feel his song. He calls for you to come to the train tracks, and let yourself run with the rats and the roaches, where the train will pass over you when it comes, and you'll live forever. When you touch the third rail you don't die, but you'll never be human again.

The lich: the library is strangely bright. Run by skeletons in suits, decorated with gold. There are more books here then you thought were in all the world. There's knowledge here most mortals will never have the change below, all kept safe below the city. You see her, her body doesn't look human, everything has been replaced making her look more like a joining white doll then a being of flesh. Yet she is dead, you can tell that under the porcelain skin she must be dead, she is dead, and there is the tragedy of death in her eyes. You come closer to her, and she places a black rose within your hair...

The demon: You stand in his office and he stands before you, a humanoid being covered in black scales, with red eyes covering his skin. Yet none are on his head, that remains featureless save for two massive horns. Wings on his back nearly surround you. Countless souls line the walls of his office, looking at you, waiting. After you sign your name you give him yours, you can feel it come away for you forever and your eyes grey and your skin pales. But he puts the jar in a special place for you, you're spacial, he can tell there's something about you that he likes.

The mushroom lord: you walk through the darkness of the forest, the furthest from civilization you have ever been. You come upon a part where the trees all seem dead, that even the cryptids won't go near. Mushrooms fill the ground, and white vein like lines are all over the trees. You feel the need to lay down, and you let the moss and the mushrooms and the worms surround you, and let yourself sink into the soil,, and it feels good. It feels so good...

The witch: You can see them in the Cafe next to you, skinny and small, with a sweatshirt over most of their body, and dark glasses over their eyes. They seem powerful though, and though their body looks young they seem ancient, they seem beyond humanity. You talk to them and they tell you things, and secrets, lost gods, things you never knew you didn't know, both beautiful and disturbing. When it's time for them to go they pet your head, and give you their number. You don't know if you should text them, but you have to, you have to see them again, there's something about them that makes you need to know.

The living clothing: you step into it at first, it looked like a puddle yet shining like silver or chrome. But soon it surrounds you, first just your torso, but soon your head, your entire body. But it doesn't feel scary, it feels like you're being held, held by something beyond your understanding. It whispers to you, and you don't know if you should feel like your being eaten alive, or like you're being protected. You can't help but keep walking.

The abyss: the void is before you, blackness beyond blackness, like the color beyond the field of your vision, stands before your eyes. You stare at it, it's nothing yet you're entranced. It stares back...

[lyra-5]

I wasn’t crying because of her. I was crying because my delusion was shattered by the truth of who she actually revealed herself to be.