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[amaryllis-sagitta]

So, where is the "secret ending" at?

This shit almost looks like some planetary alignment. We've already had Elgar'nan hasten a moon somehow to trigger the eclipse (???), but originally the gods were waiting for a celestial alignment. They needed the magical properties of an eclipse.

This kinda messes with the series' approach to the role of the hero. So far, we've had individuals rise to the occasion, however they could under their circumstances. That the Executors are actively scheming kinda shifts attention to the Kairos (the critical timing) itself and brings in a more fatalistic feel, through this supposed convergence of events into what comes next.

Yet, if we review the plot while looking at all the slides showing their influence, they mostly seem to have had an interest in the Blight.

FIve (?) priests by an altar with human sacrifice under the image of the Golden City, and the Tevinter sigil on the left - that's supposed to represent the Magisters Sidereal. They broke into the Black City, now revealed as a "quarantine zone" for the Blight. The goal might have been to free it all, but only a fraction of the Blight returned with the magisters to the world as a result. According The Dread Wolf Take You, Fen'Harel has recently thwarted another attemptto break into the Black City.

The Blighted Evanuris, imprisoned in the place of Regret, tried to control darkspawn in the world, gathering them around their Archdemons. Humanity devised a way to kill the Archdemons, and the order of Grey Wardens guarded the secret recipe and carried out the duty. Four Blights were ended with their respective Archdemons' deaths, rendering the bound Evanuris "mortal". As a result, most Evanuris might have withered away in their prison since.

It turned out that Grey Wardens kept Corypheus, one of the Magisters Sidereal, imprisoned under the Vimmark Mountains. They hired an apostate named Malcolm Hawke to renew the wards on the prison.

The Fifth Blight begun, and during the first battle of Grey Wardens aided by Ferelden and the local Circle of Magi, Teyrn Loghain ordered the retreat of his forces from Ostagar. As a result, Fereldan Grey Wardens were almost wept out. The family of THAT Malcolm Hawke was driven out of Ferelden.

Flemeth had to send her daughter and future vessel of Mythal, Morrigan, on a mission to accompany the remaining two Grey Wardens of Ostagar (and, as we learn later, to find an opportunity to carry out the Dark Ritual and purify the Old God's soul through an "Old God Baby". Thought that state was discarded in DATV). With Morrigan's defiance and drive to learn her mother's secrets, Flemeth was killed in her dragon form... or something else happened to her that prompted her "respawn" at the Sundermount in DA 2. In retrospective, there's a feeling that Flemeth being weakened somehow mattered here, and that Morrigan might have been sent away from the Korcarri Wilds as... a means of protection.

Flemeth's weird conversation with Hawke about fate and a leap into the abyss hints that she foresaw Hawke's role in The Plot. Hawke was taken to Kirkwall, where they looked for odd jobs as an immigrant and ended up going on a treasure hunting expedition in the Vimmark Mountains...

The red lyrium idol had lied dormant under the Vimmarks, inside a Titan's corpse, the presumably first discovered vein of blighted red lyrium. With DATV reveals, it doesn't seem like a coincidence that Flemythal checked up on the Dalish who lived in the area and probably also other things.

The Tethras Brothers' expedition with Hawke onboard found the idol and Bartrand stole it, having his mind twisted in the aftermath. Bartrand eventually sold the idol off to a woman who turned out to be Knight Templar Meredith Stannard herself, whose reign of mage terror and paranoia was likely fueled even further by red lyrium. These events snowballed into the doom of Kirkwall and were a major contributor to the outbreak of the Mage-Templar war.

Hawke pursued the trail of their father, and they discovered imprisoned Corypheus. Despite Hawke and Varric thinking they defeated Corypheus for good, he sneaked out, having hopped into one of the Grey Wardens present at the site.

Around the year 9:40, Fen'Harel decided he must re-join the world of living, regain his powers, and tear down the Veil ASAP. He set now-freed Corypheus onto the trail of his Orb of power. Corypheus chose the Conclave, called by Divine Justinia Vth in Haven to end the mage-tempalr war, as his opportunity to tear the Breach in the sky and return to the Black City. With the ritual interrupted by the future Herald of Andraste, Inquisition's events ensued. Fen'Harel joined the Inquisition undercover to grant them resources of his former rebellion and nudge it towards success, as he needed someone else to kill Corypheus and let him close enough to his Orb.

In the secret ending, Flemeth is shown in a slide next to Corypheus and the Breach. And we realize that, once again, Flemythal was weakened. After defeating Corypheus, it turned out that Fen'harel's orb got destroyed, and that he could not recover his powers from it anymore. In the DAI post-credit scene, he admitted his mistake of giving his Orb to Corypheus to Flemythal, and she offered him her powers (the final statuette mural in Lighthouse seems to lend this scene a tone of underlying conflict or reluctant consent on Mythal's part, rather than apology and sorrow). Flemythal with experience of entire centuries was no longer an actor in history, even if Morrigan salvaged her legacy and whatever memories of Mythal she could.

The red lyrium idol, now imbued into the red lyrium husk of Meredith, got stolen. Through trickery described in The Assassin's Tale in The Dread Wolf Take You and the intrigue of the comic books from Knight Errant to Dark Fortress, the idol found its way back to Fen'Harel's agents. It was purified into Solas's dagger, as recognized by Rook's vision of Varric in DATV.

According to Luck in The Gardens from Tevinter Nights, an eldritch being named Cekorax haunted Minrathous at some point. It was neither from "this world" nor from The Fade. It had very Void-y things to say about embracing peace in blindness.

Fen'Harel abandoned the Inquisition after Corypheus's defeat. Ten years of distractions, double crossing factions, planting his agents and work undercover followed to ensure the success of his plan. During a crucial meeting of spies at the Teahouse, he made an appearance in disguise, among agents who want to share intel... about his plans specifically. And an Executor was among them. Fen'Harel killed several birds with one stone: petrified the Executor before they revealed to others what they knew, killed the Carta assassin and the Mortalitasi. The agent of the Inquisitor begged for her life, and Fen'Harel granted it - but not before sending Charter away with a warning about the Executors. He also hinted that a greater threat to "all existence" urges him to carry out his plan no matter what.

Varric Tethras established a new network of connections that eventually discovered Fen'harel's hideaway in Minrathous in the nick of time, just as he was moving the remaining two Evanuris to a new, more stable prison before taking down the Veil for good. Rook, informed solely by Varric so far, makes a quick call to interrupt the ritual while Varric tries to talk Solas down. Events of Veilguard ensue. Having swapped with the Evanuris in the Fade prison, Fen'Harel grants the Veilguard the resources of his former rebellion and nudges Rook towards success, as long as it benefits him. He needs someone else to dispose of the Evanuris for him and get his ritual dagger back.

The Veilguard learns about the origins of the Blight and Mythal's and Fen'harel's involvement in it. In retrospective, Mythal commissioned a weapon that would stop the Titans from retaliating for the elvhen firstborn stealing lyrium to make bodies for themselves. By tearing the Titans' spirit essence ("dreams") from them, Mythal corrupted them, which spawned the Blight. Mythal buried the secret of the Blight and tried to prevent it from falling into the wrong hands.

But some people might have found the Void of their own accord and splintered from the Evanuris. These were erased from history and deemed the Forgotten Ones. When Elgar'nan usurped all the power, Mythal turned her back on Fen'Harel to be closer to Elgar'nan instead, where she assessed she was more needed as the gods' Peacekeeper. Ghilan'nain joined the Evanuris in her pursuit of an ultimate transgression. Fen'Harel stepped at Elgar'nan's ego so effectively that the Evanuris wanted to embrace the blight to defeat him???? Mythal gatekept the knowledge again, so Elgar'nan got rid of her. [I'm not sure of this part to be fair, I'm probably missing something. DATV Act 2 was terribly hazy for me]

This prompted Fen'Harel to carry out the Great Betrayal, lock out the Evanuris, and quarantine the Blight in the Black City. The Veil, kept up by the Evanuris's own life force, was established together with the Black City, but it also pulled all the celestial spirit essence to stick to one area, which became the modern Fade. Thus, the Great Betrayal weakened the world's magic and doomed the elvhen race to the Quickening. It seems that Fen'Harel did not expect the full extent of the Betrayal's consequences, and the Veil was doomed to slowly deteriorate on its own anyway. As we learn, the Archdemons being killed in their respective Blights likely led directly to other Evanuris' demise. Fen'Harel feared the Wardens preventively killing the remaining Archdemons in DAI because, before taking all the "precautions" and preparations between DAI and DATV, he must have expected this to abruptly end BOTH "veils" and make the Black City burst open.

The Veilguard slays the two remaining Archdemons and two remaining Evanuris, and no matter the outcome for Solas, he is bound with his life's blood to keep the Veil up - by choice, by trickery, or by force. Wardens near Hossberg hint that the Blight might have started to respond to some other "song", that Antoine sensed underneath the Archdemon/ Evanuris song.

In his "good" ending, Fen'Harel vows to do whatever he can to soothe the sundered Titans' blighted dreams, though he cannot heal it completely. Still, his Dinan'Shiral is far from complete.

CONCLUSION: The Executors seem to show keen interest in the quotient of the Blight in the world, its power, its gatekeepers and its enemies. They might try to snatch control over the Blight once it has started to sing "something else" than the Evanuris. And thanks to a cascade of events that led up to DATV, the Taint is virtually everywhere. Its greatest gatekeeper Flemythal is no longer active and Morrimythal isn't nearly as experienced and competent to fend off cosmic threats. Fen'Harel has been bound to fuel the Veil.

PERSONAL TINFOIL THEORY: The Blight channels whatever is the strongest currently manifest will of the Void. First, it was the corrupted spirit/dreams of the Titans themselves, then, the Evanuris used the Blight as a weapon and made the Archdemons their proxies in the Blight's "song", now it can be the Executors, or the returning Forgotten Ones. Perhaps the Black City has formed a will of its own, even - the Blight eruptions we dispatched across Hossberg Wetlands seemed to be eerily more intelligent than the "regular" Blight.

[scotianostra]

On July 17th 1537 Janet, Countess of Glamis was burnt at the stake on Edinburgh's Castlehill after being found guilty of two counts of treason.

Lady Glamis was the sister of Archibald Douglas, sixth Earl of Angus, who became the second husband of the Scottish Queen Dowager, Margaret Tudor, in 1514.

After James IV, had been killed at the battle of Flodden in 1513 his mother Margaret subsequently ruled Scotland as regent. She remarried and the ole of her new husband, the Earl of Angus, caused resentment among the Scottish nobility so much so John Stewart, Duke of Albany, was proclaimed replacement regent in 1517.

The on-going feuds between the Stewart and Douglas clans would heavily influence James V, who came of age in 1528 and sought to assert his influence on his kingdom. He was brieflyheld aptive by Angus as a young child in his attemptto control the country, thisis said to have deeply affected the young King.

His anger and desire for revenge later became centred on Janet Douglas. When her husband died, she was left without a protector.

James V accused her of poisoning her first husband, John Lyon, sixth Lord Glamis, when he died in 1528. She was however acquitted and remarried Archibald Campbell in 1532, after ceasing all communication with the Douglas clan in order to try and prove her innocence to James V.

This peace was not long lasting and five years later James once again accused her of attempting to poison him and also of conspiring with the Douglas clan against him.

These accusations of treason and witchcraft were ungrounded. To combat the lack of proof for these heavy claims, James managed to gather evidence against Lady Janet by torturing her family and servants to the point of extracting false evidence and statements against her nature. It is said that her young son was forced to watch his servants and family being tortured, before being tortured himself on the rack.

The rack was an implement of torture and was used to ‘stretch’ victims to the point of excruciating pain by tying their ankles and wrists separately and pulling them in opposite directions.

Lady Janet was subsequently burned at the stake at Edinburgh Castle, where allegedly her son was forced to watch her burn before he was released. It is said the onlookers watched in silence, tears in their eyes.

Lady Janet is said to roam the halls of Glamis Castle… she has been seen wandering the halls, kneeling in front of the alter praying in the chapel and above the clock tower.

Apparently, when in the chapel of the castle, people are overcome with a feeling of immense sadness and desolation. A seat is constantly kept empty for Lady Janet in the chapel, and it is said one hundred witnesses once saw her glide past them in the chapel, heading towards her allocated seat.

Lady Janet Douglas of Glamis is remembered as one of the most tragic figures in our history.

[arcadiahasdissaperd01]

Poseidon, god of the sea, had fought countless battles, but nothing in his immortal existence had prepared him for this.

DreamXD, the cosmic enigma wrapped in divine energy, stood atop a cliff overlooking the churning ocean, his flowing emerald cloak billowing dramatically despite the lack of wind. Six massive, otherworldly pairs of wings—shimmering with celestial light—spread from his back, their sheer presence warping the space around them. His many eyes of ender, dark and endless like the void, flickered as he surveyed the chaos below.

Poseidon stood beside him, arms crossed, watching as his husband lifted both arms in grand declaration.

"Behold, my love!" DreamXD’s voice rang out, vast and unknowable. "Our children!

"Poseidon exhaled through his nose, gripping his trident tighter as he looked at the utter disaster unfolding below. Daydream (21) was currently cowering behind a rock, his usually wild grin replaced with a nervous grimace. Above him, Drista (14) hovered ominously in a perfect T-pose, her glowing red eyes locked onto her older brother. The air around her shimmered with barely contained power, vibrating with an energy that made even him uneasy.

DreamXD sighed, pleased. "Aren’t they magnificent?"

Poseidon pinched the bridge of his nose. "No."

"Yes they are," DreamXD corrected fondly.

Daydream peeked out from behind the rock. "Hey, uh—Dad? Fish guy ? A little help here? She’s doing the thing again."

"SILENCE, PEASANT," Drista intoned, her voice layered with eldritch echoes. The sky above them darkened ominously as random blocks appear around her.

Drista suddenly materialized next to Poseidon, holding up a dented metal fork. "Hey, Fish man. Your big, fancy fork ,looks kinda like mine."

Poseidon looked at the clearly mundane piece of cutlery. Then at his divine weapon, crafted by the hands of the Cyclopes themselves.

DreamXD seeing his doubt nods sagely. "Her fork is far more dangerous."

Poseidon turned to him in pure offense. "My trident controls the seas! It can summon storms that will tear apart entire continents!"

"Yeah," Daydream agreed standing behind XD's leg in an attemptto hid from his sister and her cursed fork. "But have you ever seen what Drista can do with a utensil?"

Both gods looked at Drista.

She grinned.

Daydream wheezed.

A kingdom burned in the distance.

Poseidon sighed in defeat, pressing a hand to his face. He had fought mortal, titan, giants, and monsters. But this—being DreamXD’s husband—was his greatest battle yet.

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but big thankx to these two wonderfull people for inspiring this complete joke of a crack ship fic.

[berlinauslander]

"a fight between two bald men over a comb."

War to the Rescue

Six weeks after Thatcher wrote that letter to Hayek, something happened that changed her mind and altered the destiny of the corporatist crusade: on April 2, 1982, Argentina invaded the Falkland Islands, a relic of British colonial rule. The Falklands War, or the Malvinas War if you are Argentine, went down in history as a vicious but fairly minor battle. At the time, the Falklands appeared to have no strategic importance. The cluster of islands off the Argentine coast was thousands of miles from Britain and costly to guard and maintain. Argentina, too, had little use for them, though having a British outpost in its waters was regarded as an affront to national pride. The legendary Argentine writer Jorge Luis Borges scathingly described the land dispute as "a fight between two bald men over a comb."20

From a military standpoint, the eleven-week battle appears to have almost no historic significance. Overlooked, however, was the war's impact on the free-market project, which was enormous: it was the Falklands War that gave Thatcher the political cover she needed to bring a program of radical capitalist transformation to a Western liberal democracy for the first time.

Both sides in the conflict had good reasons to want a war. In 1982, Argentina's economy was collapsing under the weight of its debt and corrup-tion, and human rights campaigns were gaining momentum. A new junta government, led by General Leopoldo Galtieri, calculated that the only thing more powerful than the anger at its continued suppression of democracy was anti-imperialist sentiment, which Galtieri expertly unleashed on the British for their refusal to give up the islands. Soon enough, the junta had Argentina's blue-and-white flag planted on that rocky outpost, and the country cheered on cue.

When news arrived that Argentina had laid claim to the Falklands, Thatcher recognized it as a last-ditch hope to turn around her political fortunes and immediately went into Churchillian battle mode. Until this point, she had shown only disdain for the financial burden that the Falklands placed on government coffers. She had cut grants to the islands and announced major cutbacks to the navy, including the armed ships that guarded the Falklands— moves read by the Argentine generals as clear indications that Britain was ready to cede the territory. (One of Thatcher's biographers characterized her Falklands policy as "practically an invitation to Argentina to invade.")21 In the lead-up to the war, critics across the political spectrum accused Thatcher of using the military for her own political goals. The Labour MP Tony Benn said, "It looks more and more as if what is at stake is Mrs. Thatcher's reputation, not the Falkland Islands at all," while the conservative Financial Times noted, "What is deplorable is that the issue is rapidly becoming mixed up with political differences within Britain itself which have nothing to do with the matter in hand.

Not only the pride of the Argentine Government is involved. So is the standing, perhaps even the survival, of the Tory Government in Britain. Yet even with all of this healthy cynicism in the run-up, as soon as troops were deployed, the country was swept up in what a draft Labour Party resolution described as a "jingoistic, militaristic frame of mind," embracing the

Falkland Islands as a last blast of glory for Britain's faded empire. 3 Thatcher praised the "Falklands spirit" gripping the nation, which in practice meant phat shouts of "Ditch the bitch!" subsided while "Up Your Juntal!" shits sold briskly.24 Neither London nor Buenos Aires made any serious attemptto avoid a showdown. Thatcher brushed aside the United Nations much as Bush and Blair did in the run-up to the war in Iraq, uninterested in sanctions or negotiations. Glorious victory was the only outcome that either side had any interest in.

Thatcher was fighting for her political future-and she succeeded spec-tacularly. After the Falklands victory, which took the lives of 255 British soldiers and 655 Argentines, the prime minister was heralded as a war hero, her monike "Iron Lady transformed from insult to high praise? Her poll numbers were similarly transformed. Thatcher's personal approval rating more than doubled over the course of the battle, from 25 percent at the start to 59 percent at the end, paving the way for a decisive victory in the following year's election.

[middle-eastern-queen]

Dizi Land Update: Gazetemagazin's Instagram story...

They use her for engagement and clicks, ruin her life as if she's not an actual human being and hasn'tworked her ass off to get to where she is, ruin her reputation without a care in the world with lies cause it sells, do some of the most ethically corrupt and disgusting things that I've ever seen in the celebrity world to her boyfriend in an attemptto humiliate them, all this being done with ill intention and menace..... then proceed to try to make money off of her via their ads on their Instagram pages with cute writing and heart emojis.

I literally want to vomit. 🤢🤮

[raymmax]

Empire Sunset Sonnet

At the end of time, sunset will seemto last forever – a thin, red stripon the horizon, narrowing in time,flickering in its futile attemptto stay, to widen, to reverse time itself. But we know that time only reversesitself in poetry – and in the movieswhen Lois Lane dies and the Man of Steelchanges Earth’s rotation to forestall,undo her death’s certain circumstance. At the end one might even be…

[cnsaga]

出师表

Northern Expedition Memorial

臣亮言：���帝创业未半而中道崩殂， Permit me to observe: the late emperor was taken from us before he couldfinish his life`s work, the restoration of Han. 今天下三分，益州疲弊，此诚危急存亡之秋也。 Today, the empire is still divided in three, and our very survival isthreatened. 然侍卫之臣不懈于内，忠志之士忘身于外者， Yet still the officials at court and the soldiers throughout the realmremain loyal to you, your majesty. 盖追先帝之殊遇，欲报之于陛下也。 Because they remember the late emperor, all of them, and they wish torepay his kindness in service to you. 诚宜开张圣听，以光先帝遗德，恢弘志士之气， This is the moment to extend your divine influence, to honour the memoryof the late Emperor and strengthen the morale of your officers. 不宜妄自菲薄，引喻失义，以塞忠谏之路也。 It is not time to listen to bad advice, or close your ears to thesuggestions of loyal men. 宫中府中，俱为一体，陟罚臧否，不宜异同。 The court and the administration are as one. Both must be judged by one standard. 若有作奸犯科及为忠善者，宜付有司论其刑赏， Those who are loyal and good must get whatthey deserve, but so must the evil-doers who break the law. 以昭陛下平明之理，不宜偏私，使内外异法也。 This willdemonstrate the justice of your rule. There cannot be one law for the court andanother for the administration. 侍中、侍郎郭攸之、费祎、董允等，此皆良实，志虑忠纯，是以先帝简拔以遗陛下。愚以为宫中之事，事无大小，悉以咨之，然后施行，必得裨补阙漏，有所广益。 Counselors and attendants like Guo Youzhi,Fei Yi, and Dong Yun are all reliable men, loyal of purpose and pure in motive.The late Emperor selected them for office so that they would serve you afterhis death.These are the men who should be consulted on all palace affairs. 将军向宠，性行淑均，晓畅军事，试用之于昔日，先帝称之曰能，是以众议举宠为督。愚以为营中之事，悉以咨之，必能使行阵和睦，优劣得所。 XiangChong has proved himself a fine general in battle, and the late Emperorbelieved in him. That is why the assembly has recommended him for overallcommand. It will keep the troops happy if he is consulted on all militarymatters. 亲贤臣，远小人，此先汉所以兴隆也； The emperors of the Western Han chose their courtiers wisely, and theirdynasty flourished. 亲小人，远贤臣，此后汉所以倾颓也。 The emperors of the Eastern Han chose poorly, and they doomed the empireto ruin. 先帝在时，每与臣论此事，未尝不叹息痛恨于桓、灵也。 Whenever the late Emperor discussed this problem with me, he lamented thefailings of Emperors Huan and Ling. 侍中、尚书、长史、参军，此悉贞良死节之臣，愿陛下亲之信之，则汉室之隆，可计日而待也。 Advisorslike Guo Youzhi, Fei Yi, Chen Zhen, Zhang Yi, and Jiang Wan – these are all menof great integrity and devotion. I encourage you to trust them, your majesty,if the house of Han is to rise again. 臣本布衣，躬耕于南阳，苟全性命于乱世，不求闻达于诸侯。 I begin as a common man, farming in my fields in Nanyang, doing what Icould to survive in an age of chaos. I never had any interest in making a namefor myself as a noble. 先帝不以臣卑鄙，猥自枉屈，三顾臣于草庐之中，咨臣以当世之事， The late Emperor was not ashamed to visit my cottage and seek my advice. 由是感激，遂许先帝以驱驰。 Grateful for his regard, I responded to his appeal and threw myself intohis service. 后值倾覆，受任于败军之际，奉命于危难之间，尔来二十有一年矣。 先帝知臣谨慎，故临崩寄臣以大事也。 Now twenty-one years has passed, the late Emperor always appreciated mycaution and, in his final days, entrusted me with his cause. Since that moment, I have been tormented day and night by the fear that Imight let him down. That is why I crossed the Lu river at the height of summer, and enteredthe wastelands beyond. Now the south has been subdued, and our forces are fully armed. I should lead our soldiers to conquer the northern heartland and attemptto remove the hateful traitors, restore the house of Han, and return it to theformer capital. This the way I mean to honor my debt to the late Emperor and fulfill myduty to you. Guo Youzhi, Fei Yi, and Dong Yun are the oneswho should be making policy decisions and recommendations. My only desire is to be permitted to drive out the traitors and restore theHan. If I should let you down, punish my offense and report it to the spirit ofthe late Emperor. If thosethree advisors should fail in their duties, then they should be punished fortheir negligence. Your Majesty, consider your course of action carefully. Seek out goodadvice, and never forget the late Emperor. I depart now on a long expedition, and I will be forever grateful if youheed my advice. Blindedby my own tears, I know not what I write.

[angelkwill]

Winds of Opportunity

We are all madeto face the storms,head into the windswith determined forcefor this is how we grow—headwinds make us stronger. But many balk,sitting among constricted companionsletting fearful fantasies rule them;too idle to engage with what lays aheadtho they may make a last attemptto ride another’s tailwinds. So when you feel the Spirit deep withintugging and pulling you to ariserecognize your…

[scitechpoetry]

On layoffs

Another test, another journeyAnother reason to prove yourselfOnce againAnother chance to know yourself There are no guaranteesIn an industrial worldOne must be always keenTo answer questions that don’t mean An interview is where you attemptTo sell your skillsIn return for just compensationSo that you may come to no ills Some workplaces nurture youSome workplaces ignore youSome workplaces bring…

[doodlebugdrawz]

MY FRIEND IS GONNA ATTEMPTTO DO THEM WITH ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

so i bought tarot cards and idk how to use them or read them am i cooked

[mattymurdox]

D&D + aesthetics → Triss Dal’Kalina  (14 year old human rogue npc)

“There comes a time when you have to choose between turning the page and closing the book.”

[mastercoldrice]

So last night I was kind of in a slump while working on a project since I haven't really drawn for such a long time, so I decided to cool down and got a bit carried away idk sorry #Straycat #kuris-kuris #distracted #caffeinated #jabathehutt #attempttosteampunk #us2qnmmty #scribbles #scribblesstudios #attemptto #timburtonstyle #procrastination #starwars #steampunkstyle #rustyhands

[lunamadhatter99]

Told you

Part 8

Here's the new part, I'm glad you're liking it. I don't know how many more parts I'll right, I think we're close to the end though🤘

Chapter summary: Riff and the reader talk about their feelings and a visit from Lieutenant Shrank leaves the Reader worried.

Warning: smut, mention of abuse.

We stay like this for a little while, enjoying each other's presence.

"I fucking love you, pretty girl" he suddenly says.

I laugh slightly. I guess the game is over, rather quickly.

"I knew I would've managed to make you say it again" I pull back to look him in the eyes.

"You heard.." he says with a sight, smiling defeated.

"I love you too, baby boy" I finally tell him.

He looks shocked, maybe he still couldn't believe it.

He then kisses me again, this time more passionately. Both hand on my face to keep me close, my hands are on his chest to not make me fall on him.

He then moves one hand to my waist, urging me to get even closer.

I pull back slightly, but he keeps kissing my jaw.

"Mh mh, you need to rest" I tell him, hand on his chest in a poor attemptto make him lay down.

"I've rested long enough" he says between kisses "I need you now".

"Weren't you feeling weak?" I raise an eyebrow at him.

"Guess that soup did the trick" he says as he keeps kissing me.

"Riff.." I try to argue, but his lips are.. way too distracting.

"What was that, love?" He says in a mocking tone, his hands still urging me to get closer.

"You're terrible" I say.

"But you love me" he stops kissing me to look at me in the eyes. I can see his eyes full on love and desire, something I've never thought I could see.

"Ugh.. can I take it back?" I ask him, bringing my hand up to his face.

"Not an option" he smirks.

"Oh well.." I say, finally giving up and getting on top of him.

He wastes no time and kisses me again. His hands on my hips grabbing me as if scared I could slip away at any moment.

He starts to kiss down my jaw again, until he get to my neck, where he starts biting slightly.

"Mmh" I bite my lips trying not to make a sound.

His hold on my hips tightens and the bites and kisses get more intense.

"You're a tease" I slightly moan.

"Just tell me what you want and I'll give it to you, pretty girl" he says "let me return the favour"

"You have no favour to return"

He suddenly flip us over, so now he's the one on top.

"I do, so.. let me repay my cute nurse" he keeps kissing me, while trying to remove my shirt. He meets some trouble so I gladly help him taking it off. As soon as the piece of clothing is out of the way his lips are on my chest kissing, licking and biting.

"So that mouth can do something else other than- OH" I stops as I feel his tongue on one of my nipple. He's slightly licking around it, just enough to turn me into a moaning mess.

I run my hands through his hair, which he seems to like enough to start to suck my nipple and using his other hand to grab my other boob.

Then he stops, getting a complaining noise from me.

"Oh was my love liking it?" He asks as his hands go down to my pants, unbuttoning it.

"You fucking tease"

"I told you, keep swearing like that and I might fall in love" he starts to remove my pants along with my underwear.

"Didn't you already?" I tease him.

"Pretty girl, you're in no position to joke" he then look down between my legs.

"Riff.. " I weakly warn him.

"Ask nicely"

"Wasn't it a way to repay me? Now I have to ask?" I challenge him, my hand in his hair.

"This is more fun" that damn smirk..

He starts to kiss my legs, getting closer and closer to where I need him, but not close enough.

"Mmmhhh" I let out a frustrated groan.

"Oh.. you're so wet, my love, someone aould do something about it. Don't you think?" He teases between kisses.

"Fuck... fine.. please Riff, ple-"

He doesn't give me time to even finish that his mouth is already on me, licking and sucking on my clit.

"Shit!" I scream as he then interts one fingers inside of me.

One finger.. then two...

He stops for a moment his licking to look at me.

"You look absolutely beautiful" he says, I could get used to that genuine smile of his.

He then goes back to literally devouring me.

"You're so good.. so good..." I moan uncontrollably, my hands grabbing his hair tightly, making him moan this time.

"Fuck.. I'm so clo-" I try to say, but he doubles his efforts once more making me cum like I could never on my own.

I breath heavily as he then come back up to me to kiss my neck again, slightly, tenderly.

"You're okay, my love?" He asks.

"More.. more than okay" I answer him.

I then go to take off his shirt, he manages to take everything off very quickly and lay on top of me again, looking me intensively on the eyes.

"Is this okay?" He asks, dead serious.

I nod, but before he could put his dick in me I stop him.

He looks at me, almost terrified he might've done something wrong, so I smile at him.

"Let me be on top.. please?"

"Whatever you wish, pretty girl" He lets out a sigh of relieve and turns to lay down and then helps me to get on top of him, legs on either side of him.

I feel is dick at my entrance, so I waste no time and put it in.

"Shit" we both say.

I wait a moment to get used to him and then I start to move.

Riff takes my hands and put them on his chest while his go to my hips once more.

His eyes are fixed on mine, mouth open.

"You feel amazing, my love.. oh fuck" he praises making me clench around him.

"So good, so beautiful.. so fucking beautiful" he moans.

I move faster, I take one of his hand to bring it to my lips, taking one finger in my mouth sucking it.

"You..." he starts moaning. "Fuck.. I don't know how long I can last, pretty girl" he breathlessly laughs.

"Where?" I ask.

"What?" He's confused.

"Where do you want to cum, baby boy?" I innocently ask.

"Wherever you want, my love, I'm yours" he simply say.

I get off of him to just take him in my mouth.

His hands are gently resting on my head, caressing my hair.

"Oh shit!!" He suddenly grabs my hair as he cums in my mouth.

I swallow it all and go lay down next to him. Both breathless.

He wrap his arms around me pulling me closer.

"I love you. So much, I know it sounds cheesy after all this.. but I fucking love you and I'll never, ever get tired to say this to you." He whispers.

I turn around, getting on my elbows to look at him.

"It's a bit cheesy, yeah" I laugh "but I love you too, more than I could ever imagine and I'll never stop say it either" I kiss him.

"Good, because now I have all the right to kill whoever hurts you" he jokes.

"Calm down" I put a hand on his chest" Don't get in trouble again"

He just smiles and kiss me again.

I lay my head on his chest letting a comfortable silence take over.

We stay like this for a while. His hand running up and down my side, my hand drawing imaginary pattern on his chest.

"Hey" I say after a little while "I.. I think I have to tell you something"

"You're not already pregnant, are you?" He jokes.

"Oh yes, my child is already born too, he lives under the counter upstairs, should say hi to your son" I joke back, rolling my eyes.

"C'mon, you can tell me everything, pretty girl" he quickly add.

"I... there's this thing... I don't know how to say it.." I speak keeping my eyes off of him.

He then gently grabs my chin to make me look up to him, a gentle smile on his face.

"Love, I think I know what you're talking about.. while I was unconscious I heard you talking to Bernardo's girl, I thought it was just a dream, but apparently it's not.."

"You heard?" I ask.

"Yeah.. I'm sorry, I didn't tell you because I really thought it was just my mind making fun of me" he explains.

"Oh.." I simply say.

"And yeah.. You can tell me again if it helps you" he says, hand still on my chin caressing me.

"No no.. I mean, one was already enough I think. I just thought you should know.. I was sure you'd be angrier.. furious even" I say.

"Oh, pretty girl, I am furious. If I ever see that guy I'm gonna have a little talk with him...with the boys too" he simply states.

"That's not worth it, Riff, stay out of trouble" I try to make him reason.

"No, love, I'm serious. I don't even have to tell the whole thing to the Jets, if I simply told them that this asshole hurt you, it's enough to make them hunt him down"

I know he's serious, but I still laugh at this protective side he's showing.

"Well, I'm serious too. Stay out of trouble" I kiss him again and lay my head on his chest again.

"I'm sorry something like that happened to you" Riff says holding me closer.

"It's not your fault, plus.. it just shows that money definitely don't make you a better person" I laugh dryly.

"Definitely... but still"

"Hey, it's in the past now, as Anita said.. it can't hurt me anymore and my family will protect me" I tell him.

"You can bet your pretty ass" I can feel him smirk, victoriously.

We stay in silence again for a while, our comfortable silence though is broken by a knock on the store door.

"Who the hell is that now" Riff asks frustrated.

"I don't know, Valentina sure has the keys.. I'll see" I tell him standing up.

"I come with you" Riff declares following me in gathering out clothes. I want to tell him to just rest, but he's too stubborn to listen so.. I let him.

We walk upstairs in the store and out of the door waiting there Lieutenant Shrank.

What the hell does he want again?

"What the hell.." I hear Riff saying.

"Maybe it's about the rumble again" I say as I near the door to open it.

"Lieutenant what a pleasure" I say with a fake smile.

"Miss L/n" he nods, then notices Riff "ah.. Riff, goos to see you"

"Lieutenant" Riff replies.

"Since you're here... what can you tell me about the rumble of last night?"

"What rumble?" Riff asks innocently "I was here with my girl all night" he then wraps one arm around my shoulders.

His girl. It sounds good.. very good actually.

"Ah.. your girl. Some people might disagree with you" Shrank says, referring probably to my parents and Bower.

"Oh well, I think we should ask Y/n, right? It's her life after all" he smirks.

"His girl, lieutenant" I simply say.

"Is that right?" Shrank asks again, with a mocking smirk. "Your parents won't be happy"

"But she will, so what's their problem?" Riff's hold on me gets a little tighter, to protect me.

"Lieutenant, what do you want?" I ask.

"You're parents want you home"

I laugh, but I feel Riff tensing beside me.

"Oh really? You know that if they actually wanted me home, they wouldn't use me as a contract for whatever funking business alliance, we're not in the 16th century" I explain.

"You parents made a promise" Shrank tries.

"Not my problem" I reply.

"The Bowers won't like it either"

"Not. My. Problem."

"Their son especially"

I tense up, keeping my face straight to not show my fear. But Riff understand and reply for me.

"Still not her problem, lieutenant"

Shrank sighs deeply.

"I warned you" he says exiting the store.

"He won't be a problem anymore, I promise you" Riff tries to reassure me.

"How can you promise? You.. fuck.. what if he does something to Valentina or... he just got you all arrested for no reason?!"

"Hey hey, pretty girl, nothing like that is gonna happen. Do you trust me?" He says, grabbing my chin to make me look up to his eyes.

"I do.. I just.. I'm scared"

"You have nothing to be scared of anymore. You say it yourself 'your family will protect you', right? Here you got two families, who both care about you so very much and won't let anything bad happen" he then kisses me.

"Thank you" I say to him.

"Plus... you got a boyfriend too stubborn to accept any harm towards you" he smirks.

I laugh and we head back to the basement.

"So... your girl, uh?" I ask him teasingly as we sat back on the bed.

"Oh yes. Why? Want me to convince you again?" He smirks caressing my arm teasingly.

"Maybe" I get close with the intend of giving him a little peck on the lips, but he definitely disagrees and just grab my face to kiss me properly.

If my parents aren't happy it's one thing, but that Bower guy is crazy.. he's gonna do something.

I have to think about something... later though now Riff is all I want to think about.

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posting thirst traps on tiktok with random parousia lore in order to trick millions of people into making fanart in attemptto get me to date them

[coolcattime]

What up it's been a while since I've done anything with my ocverse in asks so.

In my oc verse humans have this unique ability called will force. They can express their will and rewrite reality and this was the type of power the gods that made humans wanted them to have to be able to fight their creators (the progenitor). They realized a bit late that maybe having a group of beings who arent bound by their control with the power to destroy the beings that make up the fundamental concepts of existence wasnt quite a good thing. But they were banished from earth before they could attemptto kill the being that was the first human. Now the will force is strong however for reasons that early humans werent quite aware of they couldn't use the force without dying not too long afterwards. It was like using the power tore them apart so for the most part they didnt and lived trying their best to carve out their place in a hostile world. That is until the gods found earth again. This time with the help of two of the other experiments who made up the "siblings" of humanity elves and dragons. When they arrived to the earth there were about 1,000,000 humans in total. With billions of gods elves and dragons. And for it wasnt exactly a massacre but humanity was in a bad place because no matter what happened they were bound to lose people. If they fight back the ones who fight die. And if they dont fight back everyone dies. For the gods who were running the invasion it was a battle of attrition. For humans it was a battle for extinction. This is the point that one of the progenitors noticed the fighting and decided to check out what was happening. It was the progenitor Named Teale. Lady of the coin progenitor of duality. Representing conflicting forces. Life and death, good and evil. Chaos and order. At the same time a human hermit was meditating on the nature of the will force and came to a realization as to why it killed people who made use of it. And decided to take action on to change the tide of the war and give humans a chance. Teale cane upon the earth finding it a wreck drowning in the corpses of gods dragons elves and humans. Deciding to end the conflict and wipe humans out of existence. The hermit came out to meet her and with all their will split the willforce in two. And harnessed the power to rewrite reality to attack teal while the rest of the force went unnoticed. From that split a new god was borne of half the willforce and it was named Elous. With their birth Elous decided to show their power and clashed with Teale killing her. The birth of elous marked the end of the first human god war. With the splitting of the will force two new powers were borne in humanity magic and inner energy with Elous being the embodiment of magic.

All of this is so interesting!! I love your OC verse stuff it feels so full and cool, like it feels more well detailed than some parts of my OC verse and that's worked on by more than one person.

The idea of humans being in a war they're kind of bound to lose is really interesting, especially with them using sheer force of will to make new gods, especially with that god eventually dying. It feels very Jordan creating Ianite, but in a very good way and more of a collective rather than the connection of just two people.

I don't have much else to say other than this is such a cool idea and I really like hearing about your OC verse stuff!

[petrichormeraki]

(whitelist au) tubbo having the ability to sence auras as a dreamon hunter, and that sence of his strengthened when he lost his sight in a attemptto compensate, he can only feel auras, not see them , but anyway what im getting at is tubbo and tommy sitting around a campfire with the hermits and tubbo reaching for his sword when grian gets too close, people ask why and he goes "well i sence auras and grian is a god which means its really similar to dreams, another god, but without the tinges of possession, but still close." and they just- "what???? grian is a what???" and grian is just like "ha ha funny story-"

IMAGINE FINDING OUT THE NEW GUY IS A FUCKING GOD BY A BLIND KID TELLING YOU AFTER APPEARING IN A FIELD ONE DAY VKZKZXKGXKG