#also a hundred years later

[tangledinredstring]

Kneejerk reaction is to say "Jawbone! Why haven't you reported that a student has expressed murderous thoughts towards another student! Surely, that is your job!"

But that is assuming that he hasn't. I choose to believe that he has, but the problem is that the principal was

1. A robot man that enforced perfect order by literally attacking students that fell outside the line, and then

2. Another student, who almost certainly doesn't have the training and resources required to deal with this problem.

There is, of course, a third option. The position of Vice Principal has limited power, but it is held by an actual adult...

[kamil-a]

feature on the all new seraphimagent 8 operating system, december 2056

wips:

[rohirric-hunter]

My headcanon is that Eowyn learned this story from Gandalf, but not until after the War of the Ring.

The implication I think is very much that Hera, after meeting Gandalf, got caught up in his ongoing investigation of Sauron -- presumably some of her many great deeds that Eowyn-as-the-narrator mentions at the beginning of the movie were in service of that goal. They might have ended up knowing each other fairly well.

Maybe Gandalf wanted to tell Eowyn stories of Hera, but that kind of story could only have hurt her while she was still depressed and suicidal. Dramatic retelling of a story where a woman goes out to duel her enemy in defense of Rohan's people, declares herself the bride of death, almost dies in service to her kingdom, and then doesn't even get remembered for it would have been. Not really the kind of thing Eowyn needed to hear.

Gandalf shows a lot of concern for Eowyn in the Houses of Healing. She's one of the sick people that he convinces Aragorn to enter the city for, and he has rather a lot to say to Eomer about the things that led Eowyn to that place. He probably kept tabs on her, as best he could, and checked to make sure she was recovering well. And when he was sure that she was in a healthier place, maybe he went to her and told her a story of another woman of Rohan that he knew once. Here's a piece of your history that's been forgotten. And it probably helped drive home the idea of deeds not being less valiant for being forgotten for her.

[leroibobo]

kadavumbagam synagogue in kochi, kerala, india. it's also known as the "cochin blossoms synagogue" for its floral details.

malabari jews trace their origins to jews who'd come to present-day kerala from the middle east from antiquity. the synagogue was renovated in 1700, but the original dates back to the 12th-13th centuries. it was said to have been built by jews who'd fled persecution to kochi's ernakalum district. the specifics of the story vary.

after a period of abandonment beginning in the 1970s, it was restored in 2018 by local josephai "babu" elias and is now in use again. it's currently the oldest functioning synagogue in india.

[kuijoon]

BRO 😭

No the fuck you aren’t

Btw they’re both crafted using the exact same materials except the good one uses metal and Sampo’s uses trash

[quietwingsinthesky]

vampire age differences are the point because at the beginning it’s hot that you’re jailbait and he saw the roman empire collapse, and then later it’s hilarious because you’re now hundreds of years old and he still gets dirty looks for smooching you

[beeduoo]

originnssssss who remembers origins i Loved origins

[heireign]

the fact rhaenyra’s an enduring cautionary tale is so genuinely tragic

[seaworthit]

Rhaena Targaryen and Dreamfyre

[meggydolaon]

something that bugs me about Frieren is that the adventure of the Hero Party to slay the Demon King famously took 10 years... what about the return trip....?

[notonlymice]

rumbelle + twilight au moodboard

[vynnyal]

Unga bunga these take 3 hrs to make

[skyloftian-nutcase]

It had been two weeks since it was all over. They’d spent the majority of their time in Kakariko Village. Impa had been gentle and fastidious in her care of the princess, and Link felt a little out of place at the sight of it – the two remembered each other, remembered everything of the past. Impa could tell Zelda of what had happened since, and Zelda could be nostalgic with Impa. Link could really offer neither, he supposed, though he’d seen more of Hyrule nowadays than Impa had.

Despite all of this, though, both Link and Zelda struggled. Link spent his spare time sparring or traveling the area, resting in Hateno, helping the villagers in both places. Zelda just… rested. After two weeks, even Impa was showing signs of uncertainty and worry. Link didn’t know what to do.

The swordsman sighed as he kicked a pebble into a pond, watching a frog hop away. He had so little understanding of the past, he felt useless to help. But at the same time, he just felt useless, period. His entire purpose and life mission when he’d woken up, the main goal he’d built his entire identity around, was over. Zelda spent a hundred years holding the Calamity at bay and now it was over.

It was over.

And they were both left with… they didn’t even know.

Maybe that was the issue, then. Neither knew what to do now. Neither knew how to move forward after they’d spent so long being stuck in the past.

Well, Link wasn’t quite stuck in the past. He couldn’t remember it. Maybe that was why it still seemed to hold him hostage. Either way, the wounds of the Calamity were everywhere, whether it was remembered or not.

Link stared at his reflection in the water. Now what?

He sighed, falling into a seated position in front of the pond. The frog from earlier landed on a lily pad. He watched it aimlessly, mind restless and heart hurting. As he watched it, the world seemed to fade around him, his body growing light, and he recognized the feeling, the sensation, and his eyes widened a hair – he… hadn’t had new memories trying to resurface since the Calamity had been defeated.

Link took a small, shaky breath, letting his mind go where it wanted to, drifting into the past.

He’s home. The lighting is a little dim since it’s raining. There are sniffles by the stairway, and he feels the need to go to them, but whispers to his left catch his attention.

“Til, this is ridiculous. A funeral for a frog? Really?”

“Honey, she loved that frog!”

“She saw it for maybe a few weeks, didn’t she?”

“Yes, and she loved it! She even named it.”

His father sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’re proposing we hold a funeral. For a frog that lived by the pond for a few weeks. Because Lyra is upset that it died.”

“That’s exactly what I’m proposing,” his mother replies.

“Til, everything dies, if we held a funeral for every single thing we’d be mourning our entire lives.”

“This isn’t about mourning, Abel,” his mother argues. “It’s about learning to close a chapter of your life and move forward. She’s young, this is a good way for her to learn this.”

His father watches her skeptically and then sighs again. “Very well.”

His mother smiles and nods, heading towards the stairs and kneeling, blocking someone from view as she speaks softly. His father approaches him, and he stands a little straighter, eyes watching him with unspoken curiosity.

“Well,” his father huffs. “I suppose we should put on our formal attire for this, seeing as it’s an important affair.”

He catches himself midway into smiling, unsure if this is an actual joke or a grumble, but the wink he gets from his father make shim relax. He nods and the pair go their separate ways, and the world fades and spins dizzyingly for a moment before he finds himself standing outside. He and his father are dressed in colorful regalia, a hat keeping his head warm in the damp air. His mother is wearing dark, somber clothes, and he sees a little girl—his sister—holding a candle in front of the pond. He can’t hear the words being spoken, or even tell if there are words being spoken, but somehow, he feels… at peace.

Link gasped, startled as he opened his eyes, cheeks chilled by tear tracks that had half dried. For a moment he just sat there, processing what he’d just seen. That was—he’d seen his—

He shook his head. Somehow… that felt…

He glanced up at the sky and looked beyond it, his heart racing, and he struggled to catch his breath before looking back down at the pond.

Grief over a family he didn’t know anymore welled up inside him, but the lesson they’d taught him burned even more. He rose, taking a steadying breath, clenching his fists and closing his eyes as the tears fell.

He knew what they needed to do.

The next day, Link and Zelda stood at Fort Hateno, flowers in the princess’ hands, Link dressed in his freshly cleaned champion garb. The pair looked out over the field and all its wreckage.

Zelda took a shaky breath, and stepped forward, as if she were getting ready to address a crowd of people, as if the dead were all standing there waiting. Link felt as if they were, he felt the gravity of the situation sitting heavily on his shoulders.

At the same time, though, he felt… good. This felt right. And he…

The images of his memory came unbidden, of faces he barely knew in his mind but knew in his heart.

They’d lost so many.

“Calamity Ganon… is gone,” Zelda said, her voice thick but growing stronger. “The plague that destroyed our land is no more. So you… you all can rest. We thank you for your sacrifices, we mourn you for your loss, we beg for forgiveness that it… that it took this long.”

Link stepped forward, his shoulder brushing hers. When she glanced at him, he offered a smile. No more regrets, Zelda. This isn’t about that.

Zelda seemed to read that in his expression, and she nodded, closing her eyes.

“It’s over,” she whispered, kneeling and placing flowers by a stone they’d found and decided to use for the occasion. “It’s over.”

And for the first time in two weeks, Zelda cried. And for the first time in his living memory, Link cried.

And as the sun set and their tears dried, they smiled, and moved on together.

[jklpopcorn]

An attack for Firos! I really like how this one came out! :D <3

[crows-of-buckets]

Okay this may be me just overthinking things to an insane degree but is anyone else like. Very concerned about future griffons.

Because!!!! They're all siblings!!! How are there going to be future generations? Will there even be future generations??? The gene pool bioware. How are we fixing that one. Please it has been driving me up the wall since last flight it's bad 😭😭

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

The Truth of the Aleke

fable-like novella set in a desert world

set 500 years after the previous book

about a junior peacekeeper in the city of truth, who is sent out to defend the city against the cult that has been attacking them for years, only to find out that things are more complicated than he’s been told

about conflicting narratives and unlearning propaganda