#Unseen places

[mowgliproductions]

Mysterious WWII Cave Found in Palau’s Rock Islands

[blood-starved-beast]

Something I haven't thought about much since the Technical Test but occurs to me now a month later is how I initially assumed Eris was working like vigilante style with the Chronos fight. It seems strange but it was based only on the dialogue between Hecate and Nemesis where she tells Nem that if she doesn't like her job she can do whatever Eris is doing. Which makes me think.

That's such an interesting line from Hecate. Cause when we meet Eris for real in the game, she is doing everything in her power to stop Melinoe. It's the complete opposite of that erroneous impression. Unless, it's not completely wrong.

Eris's whole deal, as is in the mythology, is that she wants to keep conflict ongoing as much as possible. She thrives on strife, and never picks a side but instead baits all involved to fan the flames. She's on everyone's side and at the same time, no one's. That likely carries over to Hades 2.

So what was Eris doing when she was gone from the Crossroads? It's entirely possible she was fighting Chronos forces, if only to cause more strife and prevent him from re-establishing his Golden Age. Cause then the Strife would actually end and a new order is established (which she hates). She only stops cause Melinoe becomes a larger threat to that Strife and decides that she needs to tip the scales in the opposite direction.

Alternatively, she was baiting whatever was attacking Olympus. There's a convo where she mentions that things were finally getting interesting, after all. Which coincides with Melinoe going to the surface to stop the attack there. Granted, this doesn't necessarily negate the earlier theory. The attack could've easily happened as Eris was "helping" the Unseen with Chronos's forces.

Either way, if Eris was "helping" the Unseen at that moment, it sort of makes sense why she's regarded the way she is in the Crossroads. Treated as an annoyance despite actively preventing Melinoe from achieving her goal. Cause much like her keepsake, Eris is a "tool" that can be beneficial with a high risk. If the conflict is tipped against you to the point that your opponent might win, Eris would likely aid you. But if the reverse is true, then she'd be againist. Very risky, not an ally in the true sense, but can be useful in certain circumstances, which a tactician such as Odysseus might consider.

[not-the-coffee-machine4]

well I just finished Queen Unseen (I recommend) and am under the impression that the crew got into more wild stuff than the band did 💀

A somewhat nice story though was Ratty describing how in Japan sometimes they’d put live baby eels in the drinks (?????) and the bodyguards would bite the heads off the eels before eating them (?!?!?!????!!?!) and Brian was so horrified by that, that he would free his eels into the ornamental fountains and rivers and stuff 😭

[downsteepy]

billy kitty

[solas-backpack-mug]

..........what

[princehendir]

Amazon: damn that's crazy. You can buy it here for like 60 dollars less with free shipping btw

Me: [lying, clearly wavering] nice try. your tricks don't work on me anymore

[wilted3sunflowers]

your trademark is being obsessed with pearls

its still to this day

so funny

im the pearl person

because originally, i hated drawing pearl an didnt like drawing skinny people [i still struggle with it but now my main weakspot is muscles] but pearls offered customability and fanciful outfits...and that people would often buy my pearls first

so it really ended up that i would just make more more pearls to satisfy the demand

[omnic]

i think some people fail to understand the power of simply listening can do when someone has gone through something bad, awful, or tragic, rather than equating it something they'd also experienced. i don't think most people do it maliciously, it's an attempt to showcase understanding, but can do more harm than good especially if the situations aren't at all compatible in context or severity.

sit. listen. acknowledge.

[liquid-queer]

Love - a poem by me

I love my friends;

I love my favorite foods;

I love not feeling romantic attraction;

I love being me;

I love the person I call my girlfriend;

I love even when people say I'm not real;

Or a monster;

Or debate my life in front of my face;

I love being asexual;

I love doing typically romantic things;

I love being aroace;

I love knowing I have people to support me;

To comfort me;

To care for me when I can't force it;

To make me not feel alone;

I love that I'm genderfluid;

I love my androgynous features;

I love my masculine features;

I love my feminine features;

I love dressing up;

I love all these things;

and people;

and experiences;

and things I'll never admit to anyone;

So then why, even though I'm a person;

A person like the rest of you;

Do I have to fight to be seen;

To be heard;

To be recognized;

To be called a human;

To not feel like my asexuality;

or my transness;

or my aromanticism;

or anything else that is human;

is not such?

Am I not a student, mentor, sibling, child, partner, parental figure, human, like the rest of you?

Are people who are both like and unlike me and you not human either?

If the things we see as human are only the things we understand, and we never fully understand anything, is no trait a human trait?

Is no person?

Where does the line draw, in the sand of morality, in the oceans of bias, in the hard rock of logic?

Does the line draw only for those you deem equal?

Why am I not an equal?

Why are my fellows not equal?

Why, if we are people like you, and your lovers, your children, your parents, grandparents, aunts or uncles, teachers, cousins, community members, friends; why if we are no different to you, must you treat us so?

We didn't ask for your cruel words and dislike or something other in your eyes.

We ask to be aloud to live.

To err is human, so is to love.

You say this, yet those of us who love differently, who don't feel one or two special brands of attraction, are cast out and scorned.

Why, please tell me, so I can bring to you my words, soaked in pain and misunderstanding, and cleanse them for your eyes;

Cleanse your ears that hear me wrong;

Cleanse the world which gives such pain to those it will not see.

[nogenrealldrama]

Ox eye daisy (Leucanthemum vulgare)

[hanabeeri]

so cold today. i think i'm not getting enough vitamin d either these days because of how scarce the sun has become :( and there are few vegan food options that have it naturally

ill try to eat more mushrooms for that matter. and around new year i will pray that my blood results will be fine

[thebendsbyradiohead]

currently in a philosophical discussion abt the origins of top/bottom/vers preferences in gay couples & the straight girl just asked “isn’t this heavy stereotyping?” at my lesbian friend’s claim that all gay men know definitively if they’re top or bottom & her equally lesbian gf said if she had a gay son she’d disown him i love gay people in the balkans

oh and we’re in greece, probably the most apt place to have this conversation

[pcktknife]

Back on that damn zoroark wiki page

[astrxlfinale]

Desolate lands, etched by a ground that shifts free from reality, serving as a crossroads for the lost and the cyclical.

Caelus knows it was no mere dream. No. That breath of consciousness mere serves as the gateway.

To a land that holds no concept of distance nor time. For it was the fallen's late wishes that brings form, that gives an avid design to THEIR great shapelessness. It'd be through the grasp of a crimson thread that color remains, giving his golden eyes a more profound view of the vantablack tides that wash aimlessly, meaninglessly upon the shoreline. Caelus could only draw in the stagnant air, a direct sign of a being who lives as he witnesses what surrounds him.

Having Nihility's defiance sever him multiple times breached a certain realm of cognition. Where he could glance beyond the normalized realm, the realm of dreams, to perceive hidden sides of reality overall. In many ways, it drives an odd sense of familiarity to the cognitive realms of data he frequents due to Herta's experimentation. Where rules, possibility and history find themselves taking the medium of Information to give form.

Even as the decrepit, rusted hands of the Sin thirsters begin another cycle of memory, chasing the bygone gold of their tempered determination, he continues to advance. Each step devoid of any concrete direction as an exhaustive weariness cloaks his shoulders. Amidst static hums and those pained, distant cries, there was a lulled wish for rest being imposed upon him. Even as he begins to approach the shadows ahead, turning route towards the void like ocean expanding beyond him.

Familiar.

Yet all too alien. The force of life within, instincts, can recognize what the staple of sentience could not.

"She mentioned it once.. A primordial light." Caelus mouthed, his voice eclipsed by the agonized groans of the ensnared, leading to those eager hands to reach towards his being with almost a sense of reverence. An opportunity, their chance, it would be that very cosmic pull that prompts the Trailblazer's steps to press upon a new unknown. Now what exactly were these apparitions so eager to show?

Hesitation is once again damned by his hand. For once that abnormally sized silhouette made a desperate reach, it'd lead to his response, flesh and blood interwoven with a Stellaron giving the surprising note of a response. That alone must've shifted the being from it's state of inner samsara, as the force that follows was immediate. Caelus would feel the strength behind the remnant ambition as it drags him willingly beneath the waves.

Any anticipation of being plunged into aquatic fury was snipped from his mind. For what awaits him within the tides embrace is seemingly nothing, the very concept holding a form here, reflecting the pinched sensation of multiple hands seizing his sides, legs and arms, as if trying to derive their desired importance from some part of this anomalous figure. Embracing the descent into darkness, that corrosive sensation to sleep would be fought, a measure of scintillating gold drawing around his figure, reflecting Caelus's stirred sense of rebellion.

Taking the momentary position of a comet making its descent, for an instant the image flows and slithers at the edge of consciousness, tilting to that imaginary rule that adjusts his very mortal components to actively catch a flicker of that realm beyond.

Device IX.

As the Abyss makes its dues in acclimating him, he's doing the same. ..Somehow, those ephemeral edges ring familiar. It'd be thanks to his recent adventures within the realms sewn by Penacony's memoria that fashioned preparedness.

Hadn't his journeys across Genius Society's dataspace tease this perspective before?

[lemoneychicken]

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[turian]

i love achievements as a feature on steam because it's so fun to be able to see what percentage of players of (for example) new vegas, did a thing. and then speculate on why. and compare to the percentage of players who did another ideologically dissimilar thing. and it also lets me know that not many people bothered with busking in bg3.