#beyond dishonor

[baejax-the-great]

Really have to assume that anyone saying hector didn't deserve to die the way he did didn't actually read the Iliad

[graedari]

Coobus Atoobus

[uncontrol-freak]

New chapter of Beyond the spheres fic is up! Go and give it and @kg-clark-inthedark some love <3

[exalok]

(void)

(from this voidtober list)

Sometimes, when the Void drags him under as he sleeps, it offers him the sight of her. He doesn't know if it's meant to be a gift. If it's just supposed to draw out a reaction. He lets it happen, like he's let many other things happen—like he keeps letting them happen, even now, though the specifics have changed—for the sake of continuing to move forward.

Corvo reaches out, touches the cold, hard shell of her cheek. There's nothing he can feel about this that would help, so he doesn't feel anything. There's nothing he can think about this that would help, so he doesn't think anything. It's just his fingertips, though he can't be sure it's really his fingertips in this place, and her skin, though it isn't really her skin, and the vague relief that these Void-constructed shapes don't move or speak. Not close enough to real to hurt. Just a memory in the stone. Not even his.

Her hand lifted in movement, her mouth open, eyes directed somewhere outside the scene. Half a shattered table and a few empty chairs. Same wallpaper as in the small sitting room, same furniture. Her earrings are unfamiliar. A present, maybe. While he was gone. He'd have seen them, otherwise—

He turns away before the thought can deepen.

[llitchilitchi]

Commission for @kg-clark-inthedark, portrait of her OC Matheo from her fic Beyond The Spheres

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[folkdevilism]

DISHONORED  x  ARCANE ⮑  RAT MEN SMOKING

[focsle]

Man, dishonored*….what a game. Target audience: me. I remember losing my shit when I saw the trailer. I remember when I’d explain to people why I thought Dishonored was so good I’d lead with ‘okay so it’s set in a gloomy industrialized whaling city—’ and everyone would be like ‘okay I already understand why it’s your favorite’.

When it came out I was in college and was going home for a long weekend to visit my mom and she was like ‘I saw this game that just came out that reminded me of you idk if you’ll like it but I bought it for you’ and Of Course it was dishonored because Target Audience: me. So I consumed it for a weekend, and then I went back to my Videogame-less dorm many an hour away.

And then hurricane sandy hit as soon as I got back and I lost power for a week and everything was wet and I was existing by candlelight and people were like ‘hmmmm watch out for all the displaced rats coming out of the drowned subways, hmmm watch out for hantavirus’ and I was like ‘wow……steeped in vibes…..’ My entire sense memory of that game is linked to the weekend before and then that week.

[victorluvsalice]

Dishonored 2 OST Main Theme (Daniel Licht) [Extended] by TragicFX

Welcome to actual Song Saturday, where I have yet more Dishonored music for you! Specifically, this is an extended version of the Dishonored 2 main theme, which I first encountered on that "Blades In The Dark"-themed YouTube playlist I mentioned yesterday and immediately decided I loved. :D It's just so cool! And, as you might expect given how I found it, I have decided it has awesome Valicer In The Dark vibes. Though unlike most of the songs/music I have on my playlist over on YouTube, this one doesn't really make me think of any specific moments of them being badass. Instead, it just feels like a good overall theme for the AU itself -- like, it encapsulates their world and their particular version of Duskwall. I mean, if it's good enough for Dishonored 2, it's good enough for me! :) Think of this as what would be the opening titles music of each "episode" of the series if it was a TV show or something. Just some tunes to get you in the right mood for everything!

[purplemoonabove]

Never have I ever been so insulted by such behavior! To think this was allowed before it could be stopped!

How indecisive!

How offensive!

How cruel of them to do so!

Cutting off Am I Dreaming.

How selfish can you be?! 😡

[uncontrol-freak]

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[lunapwrites]

A few of my own favorites! (Pardon the genre whiplash lol.)

like black people are present in every single fucking genre and scene and popularized and straight up created several but people are so fucking hell bent on finding every possible excuse to not engage with their music because its easier than trying to confront their own racism. like okay well if its truly just a disinterest in most rap music then surely you listen to black artists in other genres right? who am i fucking kidding. of course you dont.

[devotedlystrangewizard]

i genuinely do not understand the difficulty debate! i dont! even with soulsborne (AND I LIKE SOULSBORNE.) like what ??? what does it matter??? "the games are meant to be challenging" YES. THEY ARE. BUT THEY ARENT MEANT TO BE IMPOSSIBLE. "challenging" is different for every person. the challenge of soulsborne games isnt meant to make you feel like shit. they WANT you to succeed. if someone wants more challenge they will pick the more challenging mode. its not that hard oh my god

[velvetvexations]

I don't necessarily think deriding people who join the military is entirely 100% negative in every case but saying you hope it's "dishonorable and humiliating" when thousands of trans soldiers are kicked out is pretty beyond the pale lol like you are literally just getting off to the idea of transphobia happening to trans people you don't like

cannot wait to see these people start openly saying things like "yeah well I hope your SRS goes bad and you get an infection and your health insurance won't cover it" in public because we are truly like a nanometer from exactly that

[spinelessdemsandwhinyrepublicans]

"In my life, I have watched John Kennedy talk on television about missiles in Cuba. I saw Lyndon Johnson look Richard Russell squarely in the eye and and say, "And we shall overcome." I saw Richard Nixon resign and Gerald Ford tell the Congress that our long national nightmare was over. I saw Jimmy Carter talk about malaise and Ronald Reagan talk about a shining city on a hill. I saw George H.W. Bush deliver the eulogy for the Soviet bloc, and Bill Clinton comfort the survivors of Timothy McVeigh's madness in Oklahoma City. I saw George W. Bush struggle to make sense of it all on September 11, 2001, and I saw Barack Obama sing 'Amazing Grace' in the wounded sanctuary of Mother Emanuel Church in Charleston, South Carolina.

"These were the presidents of my lifetime. These were not perfect men. They were not perfect presidents, god knows. Not one of them was that. But they approached the job, and they took to the podium, with all the gravitas they could muster as appropriate to the job. They tried, at least, to reach for something in the presidency that was beyond their grasp as ordinary human beings. They were not all ennobled by the attempt, but they tried nonetheless.

"And comes now this hopeless, vicious buffoon, and the audience of equally hopeless and vicious buffoons who laughed and cheered when he made sport of a woman whose lasting memory of the trauma she suffered is the laughter of the perpetrators. Now he comes, a man swathed in scandal, with no interest beyond what he can put in his pocket and what he can put over on a universe of suckers, and he does something like this while occupying an office that we gave him, and while endowed with a public trust that he dishonors every day he wakes up in the White House.

"The scion of a multigenerational criminal enterprise, the parameters of which we are only now beginning to comprehend. A vessel for all the worst elements of the American condition. And a cheap, soulless bully besides. We never have had such a cheap counterfeit of a president* as currently occupies the office. We never have had a president* so completely deserving of scorn and yet so small in the office that it almost seems a waste of time and energy to summon up the requisite contempt.

"Watch how a republic dies in the empty eyes of an empty man who feels nothing but his own imaginary greatness, and who cannot find in himself the decency simply to shut up even when it is in his best interest to do so. Presidents don't have to be heroes to be good presidents. They just have to realize that their humanity is our common humanity, and that their political commonwealth is our political commonwealth, too.

Watch him behind the seal of the President of the United States. Isn't he a funny man? Isn't what happened to that lady hilarious? Watch the assembled morons cheer. This is the only story now."

- Charles Pierce

[thewritetofreespeech]

A Whole New World

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Reader

summary: in the wake of all the rats abandoning ship, you ask Aemond to leave King's Landing with you as well. [sort of in the vein of my tv show series?? mostly because I want to keep it seperate from the rest of my HOTD stuff that is more book related. part -X XX XXX]

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“Let’s leave this place.”

Aemond looked up at you from his table. Maps and plans littering the surface. There were not enough hours in the day to make headway on a plan to attack or thwart Rhaenyra, so they had moved into your bedroom. “We will leave for Harrenhall in a few days’ time.” He told you. “We will be off soon enough.”

“No, I mean leave this place.” You told him. “Leave Westeros.”

Your husband looked shocked at your suggestion. Understandably. “You would have me leave Westeros. Leave my birthright.”

“It is not yours Aemond.” It was a bitter truth, but a truth none the less, and you were the only one that could tell him that without threat of death.

None of this was supposed to be theirs. Aegon nor Aemond. Deep down they all knew that. Knew that Viserys had not wavered in his final moments on who his favorite child was. Who his first and only was. Alicent could have given the former king 100 sons, and it would not have made up for the one he lost with his first wife. “Rhaenyra now has 7 dragons to our 1 with her dragon mongrels taking flight. Besides which her armies.”

“I have Vhagar!” Aemond shouted in anger. Rising to his feet. “The oldest, strongest, largest dragon in all Seven Kingdoms.”

“And a pack of wild dogs can take down a lion if their numbers are great. I am not trying to upset you Aemond, I’m simply following the maths.”

The prince took a deep breath though his nose and turned from you. Annoyed that you were right, but clearly didn’t want to admit it. “You want me to abandon the city, ney? Run away and hide like the rest of those cowards!”

Aegon had left the city, for his own protection. To where, you could not be sure. That may have been by design as many whispered about how Aemond would kill him in his bed if given the chance. You knew he wouldn’t do that; if for nothing else than the simple fact that it would be dishonorable to murder a cripple in their bed unarmed. His mother had been missing for days at a time now. Uninterested in the war efforts since her dismissal from the council. Such was her right, but the fact that she wouldn’t look you in the eye these days did not grant you comfort on what the former Queen was thinking. The rest seemed to slip out under the cover of darkness. Less and less people seemed to be in the castle. The rats saw that the ship was sinking and were abandoning it quickly.

“I don’t want you to ‘run away’ Aemond. I want you to live.”

Aemond huffed and turned from you again. “Better to die in battle then wither in obscurity.”

“And if you die, and Rhaenyra takes the city, what of me then? Die an honorable suicide like the Queens of old? Be a political prisoner here until the Queen forces me to marry one of her bastard heirs as a good will gesture?”

That got Aemond’s attention. The idea that you could die not nearly as infuriating as the thought that one of Rhaenyra’s “strong boys”, or even her Targaryen brood, would touch you. “That would never happen.”

“You’re right. It wouldn’t. Rhaenyra would have to kill me. If not for the simple fact that I would not bend the knee, but also for the fact that I am a charge to her claim.”

Your hand came to rest at your stomach. Still the same, but not for long. Aemond’s eye followed your hand, and his expression turned to shock before you raised his face to look at you with your other hand. “There are more world out there, my love. Across the Narrow Sea. Beyond. We could take Vhagar and make a new kingdom like your ancestors. We don’t have to stay here and fight over this one. We could have so much more.”

Aemond’s gaze dropped from your hold, but he took your hand at his cheek and held it. “You would have me abandon my family? Turn my back on them?”

“Have they not turned their back on you?” They blamed Aemond for everything. As if he put Aegon up on that stage and gave him a crown. You weren’t naïve enough to think your husband was blameless in his actions during this war, but they were looking for a scapegoat at this point and Aemond was the convenient target. “We are each other’s family now. We are all that matters.”

“Daeron….”

“He can come with us.” You felt maddened to the point of tears. You were fond of Daeron, the few times you had met. A sweet boy who was free of this place. Though you would honestly say anything to Aemond at this point to get him to come. “Helaena too, if you wish. We will fly to some far away place like Aegon and his sisters. Just please….please…let us leave this place.”

Aemond seemed to think about it for a long moment, before he gave you his answer and that was the end of it.

In the morning, Vhagar took flight over the city. Whether she went to Harrenhall with her rider or parts unknown, no one could know then. What was sure, as the histories tell us, was that it would be the last time the great dragon, her rider, or his wife ever came back to the city.