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[chained-spirits]

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They call me the king of an inconsistent style

[tgrailwar-zero]

....do you guys think, whatever did this, may have tried to plant a virus or something in Berserker?

The Attack Program we saw in the hallway, or something very much like it, did do something to Valkyrie that one time. What if they are trying to do something similiar to Berserker? That Attack Program was allied with one of Sabers proxies back then. Plus, they left Berserker here instead of securing a kill. Hmm...

Lots of conjecture, true, but it's worth to think of the possibilities. Gil, you're like super smart, and also way knowledgable about all kinds of things, what's your read on the situation?

GIL: "That seems… pointless. There's clear benefit to taking the Valkyrie, they're a hive-mind. You snag one, you snag them all. A random rogue Servant? I mean…"

He trailed off as you finished casting the healing spell on the BERSERKER, watching the wounds fade. Off in the distance, you heard the sounds of footsteps echoing.

???: "You're as well-informed as they say, King of Heroes. Surely, you would be welcomed within the All-Father's hallowed halls."

GIL: "I'm flattered, but aren't you a bit far from your standard patrol area?"

He turned to the sound of the voice, and you followed his gaze.

It was a VALKYRIE.

It was hard to tell the difference between them, considering that all of the VALKYRIE had the same face and the only real differences seemed to be in their hair and voices, but taking in a closer look at her appearance.

Oh. Yeah.

That was the one that saw you crying into your pillow about AVENGER, and who had given you the request to help THRUD with finding that viral signal back in the Nameless City.

ORTLINDE.

Now she had a gun aimed on you, and she didn't seem nearly as reserved.

How things change.

ORTLINDE: "I received a report that there were unauthorized individuals within the facility. Trespassers are to be eliminated."

You heard a rush of movement, as one more VALKYRIE swooped in, landing and raising her spear, and you heard the metallic hum of an Attack Program following.

The sights of the weapon she held aimed on you, before you felt a heavy hand grab you by the shoulder and yank you backwards, as a darkened form stepped in front of you. You saw the broad, armored back of the healed BERSERKER as it ripped a hunk of metal from the data center, the metal blackening.

LANCELOT: "Aaaarrr...."

GIL: "I guess it's showtime! This is a Nordic Divine Spirit, keep your guard up!"

Berserker LANCELOT will attack enemies at random!

GIL's Stats:

ENDURANCE GAUGE: [X/X/X/X/X]

MANA CHARGES: [ X / X / X / X ]

KING'S TABLET: [ X || X || X ]

The King's Tablet can be used to boost actions, heal GIL, or restore mana. They function as 'pseudo-Command Spells'.

[ceescedasticity]

This is an Unforsaken sneak peak and not an update because (a) it's not done yet and (b) I'm planning on intercutting it with the fight, but here's the start of (probably most of?) the history of the Warden of the Crucible:

There was once a Maia whose name might translate, approximately, as Prism — it described the splitting and scattering of light. She was very bright, and very cold, and very sharp.

Prism delighted above all else in the disassembling and reassembling of things. Had she been in the following of Yavanna, perhaps she could have been well-employed in the cycle of decay and reclamation. Had she been in the following of Ulmo, perhaps she would have guided the waves that wear away at coasts. Had she been in the following of Oromë, perhaps she would in time have taught efficient butchery of quarry and the use of every scrap.

But she was very bright and very cold and spoke not of her dissatisfaction, and no one ever considered she might belong elsewhere than in Varda's train.

When the Valar withdrew to the west after the destruction of the Lamps, Prism did not follow; she cloaked her brightness and roamed away into the darkness of Middle-earth.

Wherever she went, she would take things apart and put them together in new shapes. Animals, plants, small landforms, lesser spirits — even some of Melkor's weakest servants were remade at her hands. A handful of her remakings or their descendants linger still, but only a handful: she seldom designed with long-term survival in mind.

In time she came upon the elves.

Prism bore no ill will or resentment towards the Children of Iluvatar. She was intrigued by them and pleased that they existed. She treated them like she treated every other interesting thing she came upon: she took them apart to see what she might make out of the pieces.

Prism was no Dark Hunter stalking the forests, but a bright lure and an inescapable trap. It was then that Melkor took notice of her.

It cannot be said that Melkor directly corrupted Prism. Prism came into Arda balanced on the blade of a knife and no one saw that she was there. Even without guidance, she might yet have stepped off it and learned benevolence. But in isolation and restlessness she stepped in the other direction, into heartlessness and cruelty, before ever she met Melkor face to face.

Melkor was intrigued by the effects of Prism's undirected meddling. Melkor relished the opportunity to win one of Varda's to his side. Melkor recognized Prism was powerful and capable of finesse in a way many of his umaiar were not.

Prism appreciated that Melkor saw her.

Melkor did not corrupt Prism. Melkor focused Prism. Melkor directed Prism.

Melkor was already engaged in capturing elves as the Dark Hunter, tormenting and breaking and killing them. He likely had the idea of orcs already.

Prism worked out all the details and made it happen.

The chains on the first orc souls were held by Prism directly. As their numbers swelled, though, they became too many for even an umaia of Prism's strength to pay attention to all at once. The Crucible of Souls was planned: A prison for the unhoused souls to keep them from wandering or fading without any specific attention needed, and an anchor point for the chains of the living orcs.

Prism agreed to be sealed inside the Crucible. She was promised an endless supply of newly enslaved souls to dissect and distort at her leisure.

All the Ages of Melkor's imprisonment Prism worked diligently at cultivating the orcs. Sauron fed the Crucible the fëar of thralls prevented from hearing the Call within Angband. Prism drew in vulnerable unhoused fëar from all over the northern half of Middle-earth.

Strictly speaking Prism didn't need to do anything to break them. The Crucible makes them suffer. The chains force them to obey. Prism only needed to wield the chains as directed by Melkor, or Sauron as proxy.

But Prism always did like to fiddle with things.

During the First Age of the Sun, Prism grew discontented. While her work was still fulfilling, there were things afoot elsewhere that she longed to see more closely. She did not understand why Fëanáro was so special, and wished to examine him herself. Some of the principles of her work were applied in crafting vampires and werewolves and dragons, but she never saw them in person. The younger Children of Iluvatar came to be, and she could not touch them.

More than that, though, she was fascinated by what she learned of Melian and of Lúthien. She felt that Melian had definitively outdone her in the field of fully understanding and interfering with the Children, and Prism could not even study her results properly. It was vexing.

She was briefly hopeful on receiving the spirit of a son of Fëanáro which, she was informed, was lesser but strove to be like his father in every way. But Fëanáro's lesser son was too lesser for his fëa to give any insight into what made Fëanáro so interesting. He was at least good for some laughs, and the Oath was of some interest.

Of more interest was the fëa of an elf of unremarkable origins which nevertheless sought control and domination with singular focus and a curiously warped view of its fellow elves. Prism handled this orc with a delicate touch, modifying it as little as possible, to observe what it would do. (Though in an effort to leave it as it was she did somewhat calcify it as it was.)

The arrival of the Host of the West was a shock. Prism had truly believed the Valar would never emerge from Valinor again, and she greatly feared their retribution. She withdrew her attention and hunkered down in the Crucible, so deeply that she barely felt Melkor's expulsion from the world.

(The Valar did not know it was Prism they were searching for, when they searched for the prison of orc souls. It would not have helped if they did: Her nature was thoroughly masked by the fires of the Crucible.)

But in parallel with Sauron, Prism soon returned to her old ways.

—Nearly, at least. It turned out that with respect to the Shadow upon Middle-earth, Melkor expelled from Arda was not the same as Melkor imprisoned. Even with Prism and Sauron free and uninjured, the Shadow was less, and the chains on the orcs were weaker. Not so weak that any of them could escape, of course; not so weak that Prism or Sauron could not twist any of them to their will at any time.

But if neither of them was paying attention— There was a… loss of reverence. Orcs left alone no longer sought out orders but pursued their own interests.

Often those interests served the Shadow regardless and the orcs obeyed orders when they got them, so it didn't much impact operations. The orcs' masters adapted, and got used to it.

Prism was delighted when one of the unhoused fëar she captured was the mother of Melian's offspring's grandchildren, and that moreover those grandchildren might still be in Middle-earth. Prism investigated the soul thoroughly for any traces left behind by the hybrids, little though there was to be found.

Sauron also sought the hybrids with great interest for a time, but it was only one of his many projects, and in the end he became thoroughly distracted with the elven-smiths of Eregion and then with Númenor. Prism, frustrated, was left to keep scrutinizing the same soul over and over again whenever it passed through the Crucible.

Sauron was defeated at the end of the Second Age and lost access to everything he had poured into his Ring. It took centuries for him to recover. For that time, Prism was for all practical purposes left alone.

She contemplated leaving the Crucible.

She found she had poured too much of herself into it to do so without injury.

She decided she hadn't wanted to anyway.

She focused on tormenting the fëar within her reach and ignored how the absence of Sauron and his infrastructure left her nearly blind. Besides, Sauron was recovering.

[Edit: This breaks off at the START of the Third Age!]

[destinedhope]

spirit princess/de age au

this one was inspired but spirit tracks!warriors aus. but obviously instead of being the hero of the game hes the princess. fair warning i havnt been able to play this game yet everything i know is from a03, post like these, and hyrule warriors.

in this one artemis is a his older sister by a few years and she and their parents are on some diplomatic mission to a near by kingdom when the spirit tracks plot happens which is why hes alone, linkle is the one in the heros role in this, it did have the unfortunate result of making everyone think she was the heros spirit until the war happened. i see this adventure happening when their about 10 years old

warriors also does end up retaining the ability of being able to use his spirit/ghost form and possess armor and objects, he used this ability during the war when his body was too injured or sick to fight, he left it behind and possessed a suit of armor instead, leaving proxi behind to keep watch of his body.

the deage part of this au is that all of this is found out when the chain encounters a wizzrobe/some sort of other magic that hits warriors and after things calmed down they see a 12 year old child with long hair, a pink dress and a tiara standing where warriors is supposed to be confused and wonding why a group of strange men wanted to kidnap the spare. said child also doesnt have the control of their power that their adult self has meaning some shenanigans and freak outs are going to happen here. not sure if i want time and wind to know about this abilty from the war or not

[julymarte]

It has come to my attention that I have not done a post yet about Uri's death, as in the proper story behind it

so let us begin, Uri's death is one of the core points of the story, one that never changes significantly no matter how the story evolves, changes , gets retconned you get it! and is probably the most detailed part of the story i have so far since the others are kinda chained to other events or characters

Long read incoming🕊️

little introduction to explain how we got here: Uri got kidnapped by the sect of the marked to accomplish a ritual to bring back the Padra Empire(world) from it's dimensional exile as he was an easier target of a real high priest from the Kingdom of Sky, the good guys managed to interrupt the ritual midway but a small rift still formed so they now have to find the relics that were the ancients plan B if things went south, during the ritual tho it's participants: Shari, Uri and Ameera came in contact with the spirits of the former ritualmembers who were stuck guarding the "lock" for thousands of years and now cohabit their body temporarily until the ritual is complete, in uri's case it was lady Veleea

After acquiring the relic of the Sun the party looks for Rere'e believing that the relic was in the kingdom of Void but Veleea tells them the relic of light is hidden in the Kingdom of Sky a place the Avii managed to protect from the Padoor troops but she is not aware of it's location as it was hidden after her death. The relic is a sword a tool Avii would never use as a pacifist civilization but a last resort for survival, it can only be used by indivisuals with a powerful mana imprint (see it a bit like excalibur) and has the exceptional ability to turn humans into an Avii as the mask that held the soul of the Padra emperor could turn it's host (if compatible) into a padoor... in both cases wheter successful or not the host has to sacrifice their life to be reborn into something different.

The group arrives in the Azure Capital but as soon as they pass through the portal bells start ringing and they get immediately sorrounded that is cause Uri and Nakir are exiles by blood and their presence immediately notified the watchers

they both get taken away, Nakir to the colosseum to take part to the games overseen by Empress Gloria and Uri to the High Priestess Beatrice, the imperial priestess-advisor, so the grup splits to help/save them: Shari, Ameera and Ajmal will follow Uri and try to have an audience with the high priestess while Taru and Pravaal will join Nakir in the colosseum

Beatrice will basically imprison Uri as she consider him to be unworthy to be Veleea's proxy hoping to find a way to transfer her soul into a more adeguate high priest o priestess who has been preparing their whole life for her return, Shari and the others (also thanks to their royal status) manage to have an audience with her and explain the situation and how they need the sword (and Uri) she tells them the sword is not there, she'll show them the way and let Uri free but she wants to have a chance at it to proove she's more fit to the role than the son of an heretic (his mother Bianca got excommunicated for leaving her tower, imagine a cloistered nun escaping and getting pregnant) so she leads them to a secret portal that instead of leading them in a different world acts as a lift and brings them to a sancturary at the edge of the big lake formed riight below the floating island where the capital was built where the sword is kept. In the meantime Nakir and the others are fighting in the arena and end up tiumphant, they were allowed to make 1 request to the empress and Nakir asks her to bring them to his brother, she then calls a carriage to bring them to the temple where Beatrice and the other were before but they find it empty...they will find the portal but will take them some time... Below in the sactuary Beatrice shows them the swords and tries to weild it but she gets repelled and asks Uri..or well Veleea why and she, through him, replies that is because even if she's got a strong magic her heart is being clouded by their false doctrine and the sword repels those who would not use its power for peace, Beatrice replies that she would do anything for peace so Veleea asks her if she would die for it, the high priestess says she would do anything for Veleea but when she asks her if she's also ready to sacrifice her life to save land walkers she falls silent allowing Uri to get close to the sword and lifting it leaving her surprised but it wouldn't be the end of it as he'd stab himself with it immediately after to everyone's shock... and this is when Nakir, who was veling a stong sense of unease, and the others would arrive to the scene

Uri's corpse would first flop on the ground, the blood flowing copious and turning gold starting from the wound and touching asort of magic cirgle on the ground, Nakir would run to his brother to try and talk to him but he was already unconscious from the blood loss and quickly fading away, Taru would be petrified unsure of what to do and Pravaal would draw his sword thowards the high priestess assuming she was to blame ready to slash her down but gets stopped by Ajmal and Ameera who try to explain him how things went(not in a silly way likethe meme below ofc)

Shari will try to console Nakir assuring him everything will be ok as even if Uri's gone as a fellow member of the ritual she can still feel that his spirit is still alive somehwere, in that moment Uri's corpse would start to float and the golden blood and magic coming from the circle on the ground would envelop him forming an egg like cocoon with a similar pattern to tetra's eggs on top and a magic halo around it, the dword would remain on the ground unmovable but glowing

the group here would split again with Taru, Ameera and Ajmal starting to go in the Kingdom of Moon to find the next relic as Taru knows where it is and assures them it's a safe place and there's no risk to go there with a smaller group(it's in the dungeons of the Red Moon Academy, her Uncle is the headmaster and they'd have the whole Red Moon Guild to protect them if anything happened) and Nakir, Shari and Pravaal would stay to wait for Uri , if nothing would have happened within a few days Nakir would have sent Shari and Pravaal to the Silver Capital to aid the others

In the meantime Uri's body would dissolve to putty a bit like the metamorphosis of a caterpillar into a butterfly, while he was soup he had the opportunity to conversate face to fave with Veleea in a spiritual plane, thing Shari and Ameera would have been able to do only though fire and water not in a direct way, she made sure he would have been able to carry out the duty as if he was not the egg would have not hatched meaning their souls would have gone back to the flux if severed from a body for too long meaning he would have died for good

thankfully after a couple of days (maybe 3 if we want to keep allegories up) the coccoon-egg hatches giing birth to a quite confused Uri, totally not accustomed to his new body, he also announced to have been given a new name, Uri'el as a good omen for his new life from Veleea, the high priestess Beatrice who had also stayed to check on the egg immediately started calling it a miracle and treating him as if he was their new saviour as if she didn't treat him like shit a few days prior and proposes him to come back to be the symbol for the cult after the rift is closed to which he refuses and says that he plans to dismantle the cult instead so that other people would not sacrifice their life away for a fake dream like his mother almost did, the priestess does not like his reply but retreats to not enemy him his brother and lover who are still very much armed

Nakir is of course would jump to hug his brother wile full of tears and snot, they've never been in good terms but his absence made him realize how important he actually was in his life even if they bickered and insulted eachother all the time, Sahri's not so good with words and emotions but she's also glad to see him back even if she's a bit stunned by his new form... his reunion with Pravaal was also pretty emotion charged they did ofc kiss kind of to Uri'el's surprise as he'd expected that he'd be repulsed by his appearence (like his gf will later be) to which Pravaal replies that he should have known by now that what's outside is only relative and it's the person behind it that matters

and that's it! they will reach the others in the Silver Capital immediately and Ameera's part will start

ah in all this Uri has absolutely no idea on how to use a sword, Taru and Pravaal will help him with the basics in the gaps before Mukhtar's arrival at the Red Moon and before the final fight but he'll mostly use it as a magic catalyst

Random fact, in the epilogue the sanctuary where Uri dies will become the starting point to build Yaer'vol Nova and the temple connected to it in the Azure Capital will become an Avii ambassy

[chelzone]

My WIP Games Ahead: An Assortment

feeling like rambling a bit to get myself motivated to work on stuff right now, as well give a fresh update on what projects ive been tending to this year. just gonna focus on three that have had a lotta work put into em already

not gonna tag this one since its a mixture of SFW and NSFW and hidden under a read more. dont open if u dont wanna read about the latter (more specifically expansion kink stuff)

Hallowed Discharge

this one i've been putting my heart and soul into for a long while now, as it's a mountain of coding and writing despite only being maybe 25-30% finished argubly. made within the Quest text adventure engine, much like my released SFW game Kindred Spirit. Hallowed Discharge revolves around a pooltoy priest named Reverend Artemis, and his task in trying to nonlethally expel a hell of a lot of spirits from an abandoned mall named Delícias do Vale. features a hell of a lot of NPCs to chat with, tons of tasks to do for the most important of spirits, a mixture of percentage-based stats to be mindful of (weight, faith, and energy), and a fuckton of early game overs if u aint careful along the way. so far currently i'd say half of the first floor's tended to, same for the basement, and nothing for the second floor or general outside yet.

last time i tinkered with this, i was tending to a mission where the player has to attempt to fix fuses around the mall to restore partial power to the basement generators (mechanically it works code-wise, still need to move them to proper areas before the task can be completed properly). as for the justification of kinky stuff, our beloved goddess of expansion herself Her Divine is puppeting the show from above

Enchanted Bliss

another game with a lotta heart put into it, this one's a SFW visual novel made within Ren'Py (my first proper one at that in said engine!). Enchanted Bliss revolves around a newbie and mid-to-late 20 something wizard Dylan Rhodes, being strung along on a mission with a bunch of professional wizards / coworkers (a field exercise for Rhodes, a bigger deal of trouble for the rest). within the ruined city of Filia Lunae, Dylan will have to tag up with one of their coworkers to investigate a part of said city and hopefully score a friendship / a romantic relationship along the way (or even beef it completely).

last time i worked on this, ive been in the process of redoing the art style completely to be a more neon and line-focused one (as seen in the image above). fuck ton of emotion sprites are done for the protagonist Dylan, supporting character / mission boss Carmichael, and one of said coworkers - Brava Denvers. still have to draw the rest of the emotions for the other 5 coworkers. past that ive made 16 short music loops (1 min or so each) that might wind up in the game or its soundtrack slated for post-game release in the years ahead. still a lot of drawing, writing, and music-making ahead along with sourcing any royalty free / public domain sounds with credits of course. current playable section is just the tutorial / introduction camp before starting any of the six routes

The Ballad of Hush and Clover

another kinky game, though this one made in the flicksy 2 engine much like me released SFW game For Your Eyes. this one revolves around wizard couple and toony folks Evelyn Hush an Patsy Clover, heading off to the Nilbrook Mountain Chain to investigate a strange cave stumbled upon by a coworker. from there, they stumble upon a small fragment of what used to be temple to the (shocker) goddess Her Divine. there, a mystical figure emerges as a proxy of said goddess an offers a challenge for one (whichever the player chooses) of the toony spouses / wizards present.

with enough vague story rambling outta the way, it's basically gonna be a point and click sort of storybook thang. you'll either be playing as Evelyn OR Patsy - not both. each spouse has their own setting and associated adventure in a simulated dimension tied to their challenge (the other stays behind in the real world with the mentioned figure / proxy). so far a fuckton of scenes are drawn for it already, fulfilling the entirety of gameplay in the introduction and tutorial. gameplay elements besides traveling From Here to There will also be opportunities to use your powers, think about the situation ahead, chat with the folks within the challenge, and utilize a map to figure out where the hell ur at.

last time i worked on it i started making the early parts of both playable stories for each respective protagonist. Evelyn gets to deal with potential inflation mischief on an airship resort of sorts, while Patsy deals with potential fattening mischief on a cross-country luxury train of sorts. this one has been fun as fuck to draw and write for, and is chock full of visuals oh my lord

anyway if uve read this or even a chunk of this write-up, thanks! feel its important to remind folks that im still working on things and offer any progress updates when i can lol. at the moment of writing (08-29-2024) im prob gonna try hopping back into game dev for one or all of these come early September this year. id say realistically it'll be a hot minute until i release any of these three (most work needed for Hallowed Discarge, least needed for The Ballad of Hush and Clover, yadda yadda)

[loz-chainsofcorruption]

For the playlist, what about…

The Code by Nemo for Wild—same vibe, man

Problems by Mother Mother could work for Legend

Pompeii by Bastilie for Wild (The Calamity and the destruction it brought)

Can’t Hold Us by Macklemore & Ryan Lewis for the Chain as a whole

Pretender by AJR for… really, whoever you want to angstify (there’s this really good fic with an autistic Legend that I love, called something along the lines of “Your heart is confusing”)

Trees by Twenty One Pilots for Twilight (dusk)

Lost Boy by Ruth B. for Hyrule (if it hasn’t already been suggested that is)—works for Wild as well

Mouth of the River by Imagine Dragons kinda reminds me of Wars

Bullet by Saint Motel for Wild (I have a lot of Wild ones apparently)

Amnesia Was Her Name by Lemon Demon for, you guessed it, Wild

It Comes Back to You by Imagine Dragons for Wild during his adventure (why do I have so many Wild ones)

Life in Color by OneRepublic for Wind, Wild, and Hyrule

I Lived by OneRepublic for Legend talking about Hyrule, or maybe Time to Twi?

I am Not a Robot by Marina and the Diamonds for Legend

Shut Eye by Stealing Sheep for Four (like the only song I could find that fits him)

Rise by Katy Parry for Hyrule, Legend, Sky, and just the hero’s spirit, really

I’m Gonna Win by Rob Cantor for Wars

How Far We’ve Come by Matchbox Twenty as a nod to all those doomed Hyrules (The Calamity, the one that was flooded, the Downfall… maybe even Hyrule’s if you want a truly angsty fic prompt); also the whole chain in a bittersweet fic where they have to leave each other at the end

Curses by The Crane Wives for… well, the first bit could be for Sky, but really this song fits the Zeldas throughout the games (Canary in a Coal Mine by the same band is great for BotW/TotK Zelda to)

Harness Your Hopes by Pavement for… honestly I don’t know; this song is an enigma, but somehow feels very Link without objectively being like Hero or something???

Ok, the last few aren’t really for the chain specifically, but still. Sorry if this is a lot, I basically just scrolled through my music library and picked out all the ones that remained me of the chain. Hope you like these! :)

To help with length, my response is under the cut!

Oh The Code is super catchy >:o OH THIS IS FUN! OPERA AND RAP?? There's so much happening in this song? It's fantastic?? Added to the Chain's playlist actually bcuz I just , , I feel like it suits so many of them honestly...

Oh Mother Mother has some good stuff. And I see the vision in this one. Added to Legend's!

Pompeii is already in Wild's!

Anon you got good taste all of these have been such good tunes so far. Not only is Can't Hold Us going into the Chain's but it's going into Song's playlist (aka my Tri Force Heroes / Cadence of Hyrule Link LOL) so bonus points HAHA

OH THIS ONE I've got Pretender in Warriors' playlist already actually hehe secret self confidence issues hehe. But I think on second listen I can add it to Legend's (puts on a meaner vibe sometimes then I bet he really means) and Ravio's because. Well. I mean. That's probably pretty obvious HAHA

Trees - hmmm,, good song but.. I'm not quite sure it fits well enough?? I was actually considering Warriors because he let Proxi speak for him in game and almost died in that battle against the Dark Links but like... I don't think it's quite right. But ty!

Holy smokes omw I love this song I love it so much LOST BOY MENTION LETS GOOOO absolutely, yes, yes. Hyrule yes. Also suits Mask so well but not Time so much, so I'll hand it to my sister for her Mask playlist LOL

The second I hit "I'm overboard, I'm self-destructive, and self-important and anxious" I chucked Mouth of the River into Wars' playlist so fast.

I feel like Bullet could go in the Chain's playlist overall 🤔 so I'll do that

Omw these lyrics.. yeah they track for a Lemon Demon song. Added.

Look, look, Wild and Legend are so easy to find songs for so I don't blame you at all. They are leagues ahead of other in the number of songs they've got (though Wars isn't terribly far behind). Anyway I wasn't sure about It Comes Back to You but the more I listened and considered... Yeah. Wild.

I will put Life in Color in Wind's but I'm actually gonna put it in Four's too!

Guhhhhhh good song, man, you have such good taste!! I think... the Chain's. Like. Too each other in general.

GRAHHHHH ANOTHER BANGER!!! Yes for Legend, but also for Wars 💪

Shut Eye - my sister is listening to these with me and she just joked "I wish I had a playlist for Echo's Zelda LOLLLL" ANYWAY. I think I'm actually gonna put this in Hyrule's.

Rise - Okay the way I know this is just the Hero's Spirit in general is the way I'm putting it in my two OC Link's playlists LOL. Into the Chain it goes!

Always with the bangers, anon. We've got similar taste fr. Hyrule, Wars, and Legend for I'm Gonna Win.

Ok as much as I adore Let's See How Far We've Come, it's like .. just ever so slightly too,,, nihilistic isn't quite the right word but whatever that is for them. Like. Accepting that it's over?? If I had a Failed Timeline playlist things would be different LOL

Ohh I love the Crane Wives... I think I'll add this one to Wild's. Echoing where all my ghosts used to be... When this house don't feel like home... Yeah.

The very first line of Harness Your Hopes is immediately so @ Link. I... Will..... Put it in the Chain's.

TYVM FOR THE FANTASTIC SUGGESTIONS!!! I've said it several times but you've got GREAT taste.

[losvoladores]

[U.UAD-HighGround.ARCHIVE.ACCESS=(Y)/// QUERY::FROM<@neramontagofficial>]

Query 1 {"What does one do when they find themselves alone in the dark then"} Query 2 {"How do you learn where to step?"} Query 3 {"How do you learn to be at home in the dark?"}

[Subjective Proxy <"Hikmat y Fuensanta"> is RUNNING and TRUE]

{Let me carry you along the Fable further. If you are lost in the dark, find another's light. Where the lights form chains, they bind the clearings. The Northstar keep such torches for all to see.

Do not count steps, they are prone to change lengths. Listen to the beat of your heart. Track your blinking by focusing on distant lights. Find a stable rhythm and keep time. Distance is a lie in the dark, but how long you have been going is Truth you can keep within you.

Los Voladores make their home on the Gossamer. You should not. Your Mother has not taught you the ways, you do not keep the Mothers law. You keep to Sword Law and these cutting edges must be kept far from the Web. I urge you to keep to the lights your people keep. If the lights fail, keep time, keep your spirit, and pray that you are found by kin.}

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[catulhu333]

How powerful Lilith really is...

...in the Zohar?

Kinda connected to my previous article (of which Lilith's depiction in the Zohar was a major part of), I would also want to shed some light on this rather obscure information.

With Lilith's power in the Zohar, she is actually described as actually stronger than her husband, Samael/Satan (Pinchas, verse 362): ""The appendix of the liver" MEANS a woman of harlotry, THAT IS LILIT, who comes out and emerges from the liver, THAT IS SAMAEL, to mislead people and denounce them, and she leaves the male to practice prostitution. And that is why IT IS WRITTEN: "the appendix of the liver;" "the appendix above the liver" MEANS THAT, after her fornications, she rises above him. She has "a harlot's forehead" (Yirmeyah 3:3) and subdues her husband, who is SAMAEL, WHO IS CALLED 'liver,' with the anger of the gall, being a quarrelsome and anger-prone wife who rules over her male. THUS "The harlot's forehead" has control over the liver, WHICH IS SAMAEL, BECAUSE SHE IS a quarrelsome, angry woman AND IS THEREFORE CALLED "THE APPENDIX ABOVE THE LIVER."

While this fragment could be seen as just describing Lilith "wearing the pants" in the relationship, there are further statements that confirm Lilith's power (and by proxy being stronger than Samael). In another verse, Lilith is called the most powerful sprit (Vayikra, verse 316): "Come and see: In a hole by the great, supernal abyss, there is a certain female, a spirit above all spirits. We have explained that its name is Lilit."

And the most interesting, and controversial part - Lilith (also called the "evil maid" or "evil maidservant") manged to defeat an aspect of God, the Shekhinah (also called the Matron or Matronit) (Mishpatim, verses 450-452): "So many blessings did the evil maidservant steal from the Shechinah through heavy tax burdens, different kinds of harsh judgments against the SHECHINAH'S children, numerous Temple sacrifices deprived from the Matron, the shaming of the Matron," ... "The pit represents the evil wife, Lilit, in her house, namely the prison. The evil maid seized the Matron and her children, NAMELY THE CHILDREN OF YISRAEL, put them in her exile, placed them in twisted chains, and tied their hands to the back; "she dwells among the nations, she finds no rest" (Eichah 1:3)."

As well taking the Shekhinah's power and position (Bereshit A, verse 268): "BECAUSE WHEN THE SHECHINAH IS IN EXILE, LILIT AND THE MIXED MULTITUDE RECEIVE HIS ABUNDANCE, WHICH WAS SUPPOSED TO BE GIVEN TO THE SHECHINAH. FOR THIS REASON, THE EXILE IS CONSIDERED THE NAKEDNESS OF SUPERNAL YISRAEL."

While this is meant to be a metaphor for the exile of the Jews/Israelites, it also is meant to be direct real event, as the Bible states places and events on Earth, have (greater) counterparts in Heaven.

It's also notable the Shekinah is mentioned defeating and even destroying Samael in the future (Shoftim, verse 8): "Its members are pieces of wood in which a fire will burn, which is the fire of the commandment, in each member, to burn Samael BY the supernal Shechinah, THAT IS BINAH, with a tree that is Tiferet, and with all the trees, MEANING SFIROT, that are attached TO TIFERET. When the fire of the higher descends over the wood of the sacrifice, "the stranger that comes near shall be put to death" (Bemidbar 1:51), because he will be burned IN THE FIRE."

Defeating even an aspect of God, arguably makes Lilith the most powerful demon in (actual religious) Abrahamic scripture and literature.

Then why Lilith is often depicted as inferior, even visibly to Samael/Satan/Lucifer etc., and rarely equal in power at best? Well, as I mentioned in Demon WLW in Kabbalah, translated works of Kabbalah were in past harder to acquire, people often reading works that quoted or summarized them, that omitted this information. Later Kabbalistic writings also didn't depict Lilith as this powerful.

In general, aside from also sexism (not always and more in the past), Satan also is seen as the ultimate force of evil, with it being weird for many that another being like Lilith could equal or even exceed him in power. The verse with Lilith taking Shekhinah's power and position were also interpreted (I personally think misinterpreted) as God taking Lilith as a wife/consort/lover in the place of the Shekhinah.

[blackboxfaxes]

Pilot Profiles

>Blackjack Heather Anderson-Ishikawa. A young, spirited, but sensitive warrior, Heather's career became notable when she ordered the squad of battle armor attached to her Blackjack-Omni to disembark and engage a Steiner mech, only to watch an artillery shell strike and annihilate the squad. Being responsible for four senseless deaths nearly pushed her to the point of committing seppuku, but she has come around and is becoming a competent leader in her own right.

>Black Knight Casey Uzuka. A mechwarrior of long service who never had the political pull to advance in rank, Casey is most notable for the betrayal of a friend of hers, who defected to House Steiner in a stolen No-Dachi. The two have developed a fierce rivalry, with Casey vowing to bring her friend back in chains or in a coffin. A skilled pilot, Casey's Black Knight was modified with MASC and a Sword specifically to help her hunt the No-Dachi.

>Marauder Chu-i Raine Selene. Raine is the commander of Kote Lance, a veteran of Operation Bulldog, and a steady, calm commander who prefers to provide supporting fire while coordinating her lance. Ambitious, Raine is training Heather to be her successor as commander of Kote Lance once a vacancy for a Company commander opens up.

>Sentinel, being proxied as a Blitzkrieg Kimiko Small. Originally a Jenner pilot, when her lance captured a Blitzkrieg from the Lyrans, Kimiko fell in love with the machine on sight, and has learned to pilot it with deadly grace. Outside of the cockpit, she's an aspiring poet and lover of art who desperately tried to expose her lancemates to any culture at all. She usually fails.

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COMMENTARY:

The ending to Mark is totally available to the harmonization of the Gospels prohibited by the Marxist protocols of Post Modern Historic Deconstruction and the Jimmy Tabor's Weather Underground axiom that Harmonization is the enemy of the Truth,

The Gospel of Mark is Roman military journalism that Cornelius composed and sent up his chain of command to Theolphilus to expand on Pilate's original euangelion to Tiberius that Tertuallian cites in Book V of his Apology, We can infer from the historic context that Pilate's euangelion is a harmonization of Mark 15:1 - 16"8, The Gosple of Peter and Tertullian's research.

we know from those elements abd Nattgew that Pilate ordered a guard mount to be posted to secure the corpse of Jesus at the behest of the Chief Priests and Pharisees. Matthew claims that the chief priests and Pharisees went to Pilate on the Sabbath, the day after Good friday, to appeal for the guard mount, but the Gospel of Peter is far closer to the reaality: the guard mount , consisting of 16 soldiers and a cneturion, rolled the stone into place and affiexed 7 seals that woul be featured in Revlation 5 on Good Friday and that Mary Magdelene and John Mark were witness to this activity before the sun went down beinging the Sabbath,

We know that the Mary Magdelen and the women returned to the tomb during Begin Moring Nautical Twilight, just before sunrise, and they wondered who would roll away the stone, because we alson know from the Gospel of Peter and Matthew that the Roman guard mount had been put into a swoon during the actual Resurrection and given a vision that included the Talking Cross, which is the ratifcation of the stoci covenant cutting ceremony that extablished the new covenant between the God of Judea and the Roman separation of churc and state represented by Cornelius, as a proxy for the stoic servant leaders of the admistrative state of Rome, the centurions,

Anyway, they weree still unconscious wehn Mary Magdene and the women arrived at the tomb to discover the stone had been rolled away and there was a young man sitting the the tomb, These women were the first witnesses to the empty tomb,

While they are talking with the young man, who is probably the same young man who supervised the conception of Jesus, the Roman soldiers began to recover and rose out of the mist of the ground fog of the early spring morning and appeared, to the women as saints arising from their graves and frighteened them Mary Magdene and the women probably knew the soldiers of the 10th Legion, but didn't recognize them in the dwindiling twilight and ran away without saying anything to the soldiers. \

And the Gospel of Mark ends there because that wes the last eyewitness contact with the Jesus Followers, who the Romans tagged as "Christian", according to Tertullian, until the Holy Spirit hooks Cornelius up with Peter sometime after Tiberius's death in 37 CE. The Gospel of Mrk is a miliary intelligence report and it ends when the Jesus Followers break contact with the Roman Guard Mount, who are the second witness to the empty tomb that Bart "Giggles" ehrman pretends didn't happen to defend his Chapel Hill Campus Crusade for Apostasy frnachise that has made him a 6 times best selling author on the NYTimes Best Seller lists.

Mark 16:9 - 20, and John 20 and 21 are textual evidence supporting Dennis MacDonald's and Robyn Faith Walsh's contention that a literary committed shaped the Gospels, expecially Mark, Soeajubg frin a Post Modern Literary Criticism context as a litrarue major, the syntax of John 21 and Mark 26:9 - 20 is identical, even in translation,

With all due respect, the dialougue of this video is liek a couple of kids arguing over the statistics of their Baseball bubble gum cards. The sooner you ditch the Marxism of Jimmy Tabor and Giggles Ehrman, the sooner you will arrive at the transcendent experience of Molly Worthe's Born Again ephphany,

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[writer59january13]

Twenty first century civilization gone?... I askew.

Ah... what luxury to wax poetic as freedom to trumpet thoughts, ideas, emotions, et cetera will wane, especially if president number forty five

courtesy wealth and/or stealth dons the mantle as de facto fractious tyrant of these United States

come November 5th, 2024

methinks perchance mankind always vain n'er did appertain moral hike polar opposite

from human being: uncivil, unethical, unsocial, et cetera minimally app proxy mating, neither didst faithfully abide as citizen Kane externally - nar main ten an ounce, (asper atop figurative fain faux shaw didst attain "FAKE" horn o' manners), tolerance, our predecessors didst abstain nor internally between brain,

sans modest straight, and ne'r did entertain narrow true lofty salient tenet absence of virtue tis no matter pray'n - quite self evident, plain as day, and vice gripped by fratricide (or homicide in general) endemic throughout evolution of humanity dripping nee gushing more'n

nah globule bloodstain, viz more aptly bloodbath, haply insinuated, embedded, and accrued heart felt toehold gain saying division among caveman club rings animal hides pelt did maintain bare co-opted spirit hood did micro reign buzzfeed ding death,

via plenti did retain aplomb murderous sprees kickstarter thankfully guaranteeing (ha) hardy internecine characteristic kept in lock step with proto humans enlightenment, qua i.e. as earliest primates acquired innate haughty

zealous apropos boastfulness to ascend chain

of command anointing insane lee flattering hashtag, re: (albeit ill fit ting), yet utopian appellation "noble savage," which inchoate bipedal hominids (forerunners of Homo sapiens), quickly dost wrought impertinent sobriquet (by anonymous

simian "Einstein brain child"), viz favored

killing one another strove and still thrives,

since Adam and Eve, for sport, but most dramatically didst appear purportedly, when Abel got slain by Cain punctuated equilibrium lopping limb and/or head off if one didst dissent or complain setting precedent for consanguineous modern Roman Times

(font size twelve) brutish, nasty, and short train ning supposedly "civilized insubordinate" Lorde foo fighting beastie boy

received fatal crackbrain

with imprimatur challenging authority, sans grossly wading, brazen overstepping circumscribed domain, where thwack on noggin determined, hence did explain survival of fittest.

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FOOD SECURITY: Plant what we eat, reap what we have sown, and eat that which we have grown. We can’t drink oil, or eat gold, and diamonds, but we can perform miracles to create wonders of this earth if our bellies are full with Pan African food.

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Narcissism rule the global imperium; money kings suckle on worldwide resources

to bank their own for absolute domination. Hegemony brutally fight for longer life

as emerging economies agonize from first world bites; none NATO countries bleeding for independence, and freedom-rights:

Cubans!

Haitians!

Africans!

Children die for revolution; malicious “murderings” for Euro-American sanctioning pride. Revenge killings, for not listening to democratic freedoms of slave exploitations. Western privilege is just not for you! Not for you…So, the heavens burn. The heavens burn.

Self hypnotized by manifest destiny, and the whisperings of western egos

ordaining leviathans divine right of rule. Africans murdered from far away proxy wars, dying on the hour from weaponize flour. The disturbed spirit of continuously abused people, screams out loud for food security. The wisdom of self sufficiency, is a guarantee guard against food weaponry. Sanctions murder more than overlords on the killing fields of civilize democratic diplomacy. The hidden hand of weapon sales, may be to blame. Cause military hardware profits at an all time high, is making a killing! A killing… Good people die for lack of knowledge! They just die…

So cry my darlings for food sovereignty.

For revolution grows in empty bellies.

The sabre rattlings of giants to reset this century, is but a struggle for rippling power before the final hour. For control roles from the barrel of a rolled up dollar.

The galactic clashes of money warlords:

Rubles.

Yuans.

Others, and dollars…are merely bloody fights to see if hegemony live beyond the next light; in proxy wars indifferent “to collateral damage.” Victims love battles as passionate past brothers. Babies, and mothers die as they cry. They cry…

So cry my darlings for food sovereignty.

For revolution grows in empty bellies.

The enlighten are now exhausted, growing tire of being forced to trade wealth

for worthless pieces of green paper. 9Gluttonous raving of capitalist ripping the hymen of the innocent to hoard foreign oil, and gold in personal holdings. The wretched of the earth are disgusted of receiving rape to support a chaining imperium based on hate. Hate…

So cry my darlings for food sovereignty.

For revolution grows in empty bellies.

The war in Ukraine is a war for nuclear advantage, Titans subjugating past slavic servants with russo xenophobe, and securing energy sources to feed the same privilege. It seems all wars nowadays is for oil…petrodollar is at stake. Real gold, and fiat currency battle for mortal life in gladiator’s arenas, not far from Rome.

The fight in Ukraine is a fight for control of the world Island. To be king of the globe; else blast the only fragile bubble of life for a nuclear price, out of spite. For one currency rules them all, as power blows from the barrel of a rolled up dollar. To pull back the times to infallible kings, and landless peasants. A world landlord ruling over pitiful serfs controlled by a steel-net, being built above in the firmaments. Familiar objects, and invisible eyes in the sky, spy. They spy…

The economic armageddon against Russia, is a war in favour of world hunger. Where starving ordinary people is but a simple global ripple, of rich greedy Goliaths exchanging blows. A weaponize currency takes form in petrodollars, unsheathe as moral sanctions, to chop off the heads of opposing peasants. Leaving only oligarchs, and money king standing. Weaponize economy cripples all except the conquers of international trade resource; enabling wealth transfers from the poorest of the poor to the richest of the rich. The assassination of the middle class with extreme prejudice. Read the repeating cycles; war, high energy prices, then wealth transfer upwards from the masses.

So cry my darlings for food sovereignty.

For revolution grows in empty bellies.

The beating of the drums of war, and the blowing of battle horns is but clever articulated noise. Noise, to control your minds, and leave your foresight of the coming starvation behind. Hunger buries your logical senses, and resurrect your primal defences casting aside reasonable reasonings to resurrect the gods of survival instincts, best friend to the graves of famines. Compelled to live in a self sustaining system of primal urges, and fulfilment. Just acting like a beast. A beast…

So cry my darlings for food sovereignty.

For revolution grows in empty bellies.

Poor women sound your war horns in bellowing breath crying in the global capitalist wilderness; with bleeding tears for food sovereignty in ethical deserts of emptiness.

For the ramblings of super powers, bleach the populace of life giving knowledge. So forget about your cellphones, designer clothes covering your nose. The silken panties hiding natural beauty. The meta-verse emptying your purse, and electric cars environmentally barred for lying fiction of zero exhaust emissions. Notwithstanding, revenge capitalism in actions causing free market cannibalism feeding on the scared flesh of southern sufferers. Leaving humanity as a victim in uprisings. Victims…

So cry my darlings for food sovereignty.

For revolution grows in empty bellies.

Seeds of chaos are sown on barren fields, the hell hound bites after propaganda strikes, and hunger barks deep into the very dark. Subsistence independence

should be your nutritional right, before discussing the price of your freedom plight.

Power roles from the barrel of a rolled up dollar; even if it be unreal, but only printed fiat currency from the dreams of burglars. Purposed to steal corporeal substance fore sale with a worthless promissory note out on bail. Creating money out of nothing, is the financial foundation of reserve currency. The entire world has been sold fools-gold with crack mythology of manifest destiny.

Paying for something with nothing is the unforgivable crime normalize. Trading Your soul, and God given gold for meritless ledger. The paper is still wet, freshly forced off the printing press. Conflicts are engineered to sell weapons, free advertisement without on-air payments. The mood of the Whitehouse god emperor, determines which country lives or dies in graveyards of democratic parasites leaching you dry. Prosperous or peasant…Welcome to the great reset, in the new American century of guns, and butter trade geopolitics. Is this a way to starve vicariously the global south with food weaponry? Sorry my beloved brothers and sisters, we have already lost. Lost! Cause we have forsaken food security. Lost, to survive by the only option to migrate as surfs to the lands of the global landlords.

So cry my darlings for food sovereignty.

For revolution grows in empty bellies.

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The haunting sculptures of slaves in a lake in memory of African ancestors who drowned as they were being transported across the Atlantic Ocean as slaves. Ghanaian artist Kwame Akoto-Bamfo Project portrays Africans who were imprisoned, kidnapped or coerced into slavery. #Africa

[penpenpencil]

Some LU bois doodles I’ve drawn over the past few months. Since I just finished the page, I thought I’d share :)

[felassan]

Some more possible scraps of interest from the DA:D leak on Reddit, from another user (not OP) in the comments, under a cut due to DA:D spoilers:

first, the usual set of disclaimers that should be kept in mind with all leaks: might not be real, unable to verify at present, sometimes leakers think they’re right about things but are unintentionally incorrect or got some wires crossed, games change a fair bit between development phases and final release, take with grain of salt etc.

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User: "I have a feeling I've seen the same footage the leaker is talking about [in reference to the Insider Gaming article]. If so, it's from a pre-Alpha build from almost a full year ago."

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User: "This [in reference to the Reddit screenshots & gif] is from the same footage I've seen, and it's worth pointing out that it's of a build from nearly a full year ago.

Also, right around the end of the footage, a (literally) huge bit of popular Dragon Age speculative lore fodder pops up, although context is a bit unclear due to the rough nature of the build."

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User: "The purple stuff on the ground is part of gameplay mechanic, where you open up areas of the level by destroying nodes connected by the tendrils. There's also bit in the footage where a glowing purple tentacle attacks an NPC. I feel like I have a decent guess as to what/who the tentacle/purple goo is related to story wise, but it's strictly a guess.

Based on a cutscene at the end of the footage, the sword seems to have some significance — at least in this quest — but context is down to a few dialogue wheel options without sound, and without working captions."

[source, two <- DA:D spoiler warning for links]

Notes/thoughts: "Right around the end of the footage" is around when the Reddit screenshot leaker notes that once the player reaches the library in this segment, they close the gates and come face to face with the attacking dragon, where "it appears you are then supposed to try and chain the dragon up". "(literally) huge" would work in describing something of a size with a dragon.. so the question is, what bit of popular DA speculative lore fodder relating to dragons could it be? an Old God? Flemeth, still alive, returning in dragon form? an Archdemon of a double Blight? I keep thinking about Yavana's words in the Silent Grove.. "Your heart beats with the old blood, as well. Where do you think it comes from? It sings of a time when dragons ruled the skies. A time before the Veil, before the mysteries were forgotten. Can you hear it?"

Are the nodes connected by tendrils the same things as the Spawn Boils? Are the tendrils/tentacles connected to lyrium? could it have something to do with Ghil, given the body horror and monster pools? 👁 hmm purple in this franchise corresponds to.. Wisdom, pride (or Pride), Solas by proxy, necromancy, the fire in Trespasser, the ancient elvhen spirits in Trespasser..

and what's with the sword? :D