#cor is furious

[ertrunkenerwassergeist]

Cor to Pax: What did you lot do this time? And if not you, then who disappeared the Galahdians and how?

Oh, the fae would be in an uproar. Especially the pixies. They're on a warpath. Because poor dear Io is gone. Went poof right alongside every foreign human having a taste of Beginning-of-All in their smell.

Cor goes right down to Little Galahd the moment he notices something fishy going on. Which is right when he wakes up and something in the air feels off.

So he goes to Little Galahd. Where there is not a living soul. Humans keep away as if they can sense that whatever happened there is dangerous on a level they can't really comprehend.

Cor gets the impression of a path in front of his feet, a guiding light, the tugging of follow-me-I-know-the-way. He can taste moss, standing water and peat in the roof of his mouth. Someone gathered the people and led them away. Cor can barely breathe at the realisation he's so furious. It happened right under his nose and didn't notice anything.

So he turns around and walks into the direction of an old, derelict arcade. Only for Pax, them who always insist on doing things the proper way - because there is a way these things are don - to meet him outside.

"Where are they?" Cor growls, and it sounds like whisper-soft paws in the underbrush, feels like the weight of a cattish stare that knows too much.

And Pax... trembles.

In fear and trepidation, yes, but also in anger. Pink hair stands up even straighter than it usually does. Dust-wings shimmer in pale sickly blues, and dark reds and shadowy blacks.

"Io is gone," Pax says, sounding like trembling grains of salt. "Lionheart. The falselights. They took our Io. Get her back. Get her back now."

[two-cat-hods]

Canto 8 Final Ratings

Part 1 - 7/10 Enjoyable overall, and a really great opening to prepare for everything that would come with the next parts. It's a shame Allen and Hanafuda didn't get elaborated on and that the writing got a lot into the reallyyy expository for world building territory at the start; despite all that though, I liked it Part 2 - 10/10 A wonderful subversion of expectations from Binah 6 in Lob Corp that the head was the main perpetrators of the tragedy; a return to the gruesomeness and "forced pain" of Lobotomy Corporation. What a wonderful look into trauma, depression, and the dissociation from reality that comes with it; along with that intrapersonal look into Hong Lu, comes the furious tide that is Jia Qiu, homing into his mind like the fights focusing on philosophy in Ruina (done in a way I feel like it's been perfected). Part 3 - 8/10 The parts that were there, I loved. BUT WAAHHHHH WHY IS THE FRONT HALF MOSTLY FILERR bwuhhh i guess they liek got too tired of writign so like guhhh im really happy for the final reflections and n cor p interactiosn and character interactiosn, i do kinda wish jia mu was a bit more evil but what a canto Overall: 8.33/10 A good show of how much PM has improved its writing across Limbus, and I can't wait to see how the intervallo they teased in the post credits gets developed

[pupsmailbox]

HORROR ID PACK

NAMES︰ abyss. adelaide. alex. allure. alluria. amnesia. amnesty. annabelle. archer. ash. asher. ashton. athena. axe. axette. bates. beal. belial. belladonna. bellatrix. bellow. billy. blade. blair. bleedesse. bloodiesse. bones. bow. briar. brute. bubba. buffy. butcher. cain. caliburn. calyspo. carcass. carna. carrie. carrion. casey. casper. chainette. chains. charley. charlie. chase. chi. chris. chucky. claire. claymore. clear. colt. connor. corpse. craven. cross. crypt. cybre. cynthia. damien. danger. derry. desdemona. dove. dracula. drow. elisabeta. elm. elmira. elvria. em. enigma. erin. eros. ethan. evelien. eventide. falchion. finale. finalis. finn. fleur. freddy. galatine. ghost. ghostesse. gladius. graves. grim. guts. harker. haunt. hound. howl. hunter. hush. ikino. jace. jane. jason. javelin. jekyll. jesse. john. julie. kateline. kille. killer. killesse. killette. killire. killyr. knifesse. knifette. krueger. lamb. laurie. lavender. lenz. lillith. loomis. lorraine. lucien. lucy. machete. mal. malice. massacresse. massacrette. max. maxine. megan. mia. michael. mike. mikey. molar. mors. morticia. mortis. myer. myers. necro. nephi. night. noir. norman. nyx. nægling. obsidian. onyx. ophelia. pandora. pearce. pike. pin. pointe. pointette. pridwen. pyper. quentin. raven. reaper. renfield. retro. revenant. river. roadkill. rosemary. rot. ryker. sabel. sabre. sacrifesse. salem. samara. sawyer. scum. scythe. seraph. serene. sharpette. sharppe. shaun. shelley. sidney. slash. slasher. slashesse. slashette. slashine. slashire. slashyr. specter. spite. survivesse. survivette. sybil. syd. talia. thomas. vein. verity. vesper. visage. viscera. vivo. warden. weaponesse. weaponette. weaponne. wendy. whisp. william. wraith.

PRONOUNS︰ aby/abyss. alien/alien. amnesia/amnesia. axe/axe. bat/bat. bite/bite. bla/blade. blade/blade. blood/blood. bone/bone. brain/brain. brutal/brutal. bull/bullet. bullet/bullet. camp/camp. carna/carnage. chain/chain. chain/chainsaw. chainsaw/chainsaw. chase/chase. choke/choke. claw/claw. co/corpse. content/content. copy/copy. cor/corpse. corpse/corpse. cry/cry. cryp/cryptid. crypt/crypt. cut/cut. dae/daem. dae/daer. dark/dark. de/demo. dea/death. death/death. dec/decay. decay/decay. die/die. eldritch/eldritch. elm/elm. evil/evil. fear/fear. fie/fire. fien/fiend. final/final. flesh/flesh. fog/fog. freak/freak. fury/furious. gau/gauze. gauze/gauze. gho/ghost. ghost/ghost. gloom/gloom. gnaw/gnaw. go/gore. gor/gore. gore/gore. gra/grave. grave/grave. gun/gun. gut/gut. hallow/hallow. haun/haunt. haunt/haunt. horr/horror. horror/horror. house/house. hunt/hunt. hush/hush. k9/k9. ki/kill. kill/kill. kni/knife. knife/knife. lash/lash. lethal/lethal. live/live. machete/machete. maim/maim. mallet/mallet. mask/mask. massacre/massacre. med/medical. medi/medical. monster/monster. murder/murder. night/night. no/none. pin/pin. point/point. point/pointy. pois/poison. prey/prey. pyr/pyramid. red/red. reveil/reveil. revive/revive. rib/rib. rip/rip. rodent/rodent. rot/rot. run/run. sacrifice/sacrifice. saw/saw. scream/scream. scythe/scythe. shadow/shadow. sharp/sharp. sharp/sharpen. sharpen/sharpen. sin/sin. slash/slash. slash/slashe. slash/slashed. slash/slasher. slasher/slasher. slice/slice. sly/sly. sni/snipe. sound/sound. stab/stab. stalk/stalk. steel/steel. step/step. survive/survive. survivor/survivor. tear/tear. thon/thon. tomb/tomb. trope/trope. vamp/vamp. victim/victim. voi/void. weapon/weapon. weep/weep. whisp/whisper. wound/wound. wra/wrath. ☠️. ⚰. ⚰️. ⚱. ⛧. ⛨. 🏥. 🏹. 🐀. 💀. 💉. 💣. 📿. 🔪. 🔫. 🕳️. 🛡️. 🥀. 🦴. 🧛‍♂️. 🧟‍♂️. 🧨. 🩸. 🩹.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

ouuugh the tags in your last post gave me an idea, childe filling in doll!reader's cracks with kintsugi!! (if you don't know, kintsugi is the art of repairing pottery using gold leaf, which accentuates the cracks and turns them into something beautiful rather than hiding them!)

*furious scribbling* people like doll reader,,,, got it,,, /lh

unfortunately, being made of fragile material means you tend to break. A LOT. at least once a week. luckily, they're usually small cracks that can be easily repaired and they don't hurt an awful lot, so you have a lot of tiny "scars" in your body even since before you met Childe. it's the bigger cracks you have to worry about, the ones that sting and spark and expose the inner cavity of your body- they need repairs from a specialist, leaving a large, jagged slash across your skin even after they're healed. you've generally made your peace with them, but even you occasionally wish you could get rid of them or spruce them up a bit- civilians tend to stare if you have a massive break on your body on display out in public, puppet nature notwithstanding

it's Foul Legacy who comes up with the idea, batting around a chunk of Cor Lapis. he likes shiny things, shiny things are pretty. you're pretty! he can use gold to line your cracks, just like Childe learned when he visited Inazuma once! well, the Harbinger is the one who actually does it, his fingers being smaller and nimbler than Legacy's claws, but the Abyssal monster supplies any gold or gemstone or rock or leaf or anything that you need. he chitters and chirps in delight when it's finished, circling you and observing you at all angles with glee. if you'll let him he'll run his talons gently over the lines of gold, purring and nuzzling his head under your chin before scooping you up, light as air. Legacy will try to make sure you don't get seriously injured- it hurts you and his heart. but he can't deny that he adores the way your cracks are lined with gold, running through your skin like gleaming sun kissed rivers

[goodomensafterdark]

The GOAD Epic Goblins present - The Serpent and The Owl Volume 0 - The World I Created - Chapter 5

Title: Spring knocked at the door

Word count: 3102

Summary of the volume:

~This story starts, as it will end, in the stars.~

Crawly is a singularity, born in the Empty and thriving in it, until the day Life settles into the universe. As that happens, she descends onto the planets in her vicinity.

Several centuries, maybe even millennia, pass; Crawly got integrated enough in the society of a planet that she is the long-standing Queen and main deity of that planet.

Aziraphale comes as a scientist from another planet that hers made an agreement with; thus begins their relationship.

Crawly slowly comes to terms with her feelings with Aziraphale as their story evolves and their travels through the galaxy continue.

Excerpt:

Aziraphale was far from being as good at keeping his emotions in control as Crawly could be, but he had learnt a few tricks during the years he had spent in her presence. He drew a polite smile on his face, tried to keep his eyes cold and turned towards Crawly. He was going to win this one. 

“What would make you think that? The fact that I came swooping in and sent all your men away to use you as I liked? The fact that I made you eat me out until I came into your mouth? Because that sure sounds like common practice between us.” He felt the Queen’s grip loosen considerably. “Well? How does it feel to be my plaything, this time around?” He shook his head, the stinging memory of the last month wrapping around his mind like a leech.

“GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!” Crawly shouted, and the world entirely froze for one second exactly.

The warm, sandy colour of the bathroom, the water covering the Queen’s body and her furious eyes glowing like a newborn sun disappeared as Aziraphale blinked. He could only hear the ruffle of his feathers before his back crashed against a hard surface, provoking a loud rattle and a pain shooting through his body so intense that he was tetanised. In a gasp, he realised that he had landed into his lab, recognising the sterile, sad white covering the entire room before his vision darkened, forcing him into unconsciousness.

Her look changed; something else lay behind the anger that veiled her eyes, which Aziraphale could not quite place. His instincts, however, seemed to have picked up on it, as the memory of Cor telling her that Crawly was at her scariest when she felt betrayed jumped to his mind.

“So, that’s how you see it? That’s how you see us?” 

Her voice, already naturally cold, felt like a blizzard. Aziraphale was not oblivious, he could feel the electricity around his arm, as his mate’s energy was slowly building up — but he trusted Crawly’s control of her own strength.

“How else should I see us? All the time, you come into my lab, send everyone off, and fuck me on the table before leaving, almost without a goodbye. When I try to hug you, you push me away. When I need to talk, you hide away. When I try to spend time with you, you disappear into your room. All you do when it comes to me is seek me out for sex. I am not merely your plaything, Crawly.”

Continue reading here!

Or, start at chapter 1 here

[bluemoonperegrine]

One Giant Leap - Part I

This is a silly yet angsty one-shot in the Hallmark by Knight universe that combines an idea @vicarious-rebel and I had kicked around with Jake being the one to finally tell Jack about the system's DID. This isn't how it will go down in HbK canon. It's an AU to the AU, if you will.

Translations of the handful of Spanish phrases are at the end.

Jack frowned on his perch atop the Giant Dipper, the old wooden rollercoaster he hadn’t ridden since the whole family had visited Belmont Park when he and Lissa were teenagers. Mostly to distract from his urge to help Marc, he said through his balaclava to the mic clipped on his T-shirt, “Bebé, this isn’t natural.” 

The spiky creature the size of a tractor trailer got its webbed feet under itself as Moon Knight, grass-stained and soaked from fighting in Bonita Cove, flew straight at it. A Bluetooth earpiece carried Marc’s reply. “YA THINK?!?” 

Marc slammed into the beast, sending both of them into the miniature windmill of an already mostly trashed mini-golf course. Authorities had evacuated the area an hour earlier, when the monster had lumbered out of the Pacific. One of Marc’s contacts had alerted him, which immediately changed their plans for the day.

“Frogs can’t tolerate salt water,” Jack informed his partner, who probably wasn’t listening because the giant frog had wrapped its long tongue around him. “Bebé! Let me—”

“No!” Marc cried as he took to the air again despite his pinned arms. The tongue pulled taut but held, pulling a thrashing Moon Knight toward its gaping maw. “Stay safe!”

Finally! Jack thought, half sliding and half climbing down the ladder he’d used to get to the rollercoaster’s peak. “Stay safe” had a lot more wiggle room than “Stay there.” Although Khonshu would bring Marc back from death, Jack wasn’t about to stand back and watch his partner die if he could intervene.

The earpiece carried increasingly frantic cries as Jack neared the bottom of the ladder with his back turned to the fight in progress. With twenty feet left to go, Jack pushed off the ladder, twisting around in mid-air and hoping to find Marc breaking free.

The monster’s wide mouth snapped shut on white cape as Jack’s feet hit the ground. Wet, stomach-turning noises replaced Marc’s screams. 

Jack's wolf side roused, furious and lethal, and he found himself at a dead run aimed at the predator. His halves had reached an unspoken agreement: his human mind was needed to save his mate. If that was unsuccessful, he’d bite and slash and kill as the wolf.

With forty feet between him and his target, Jack jumped a custodian’s cart, grabbing a broom along the way. The broom head was useless, but the handle could skewer the monster’s eyes.

Twenty feet.

The huge amphibian turned and trudged east, toward the cove’s sandy shore.

Holding the broom overhead, Jack leaped while roaring as best he could with human vocal cords. A similar cry sounded in his ear—one he hadn’t heard since the Tecate mission—as the wooden pole pierced a tire-sized eyeball. Then the frog’s enormous webbed foot lashed out and Jack was hurtling backwards. He hit the ground hard and rolled.

With the gory sounds of a brawl straight out of a horror movie in his ear, Jack looked up to find the frog writhing from something within. 

The sound of blood rushing in his ears nearly swamped out what he heard from the earpiece. He murmured, “Bebé?”

The frog’s mouth opened and poured out blood.

“Más o menos,” Marc gasped.

Half of a gold crescent blade jabbed through the creature’s flesh and slashed a wide arc. The frog bellowed as blood and bile flowed, then collapsed.

The wireless earpiece carried Marc’s panting and swearing in Spanish as he pushed through the cut he’d made through the monster.

Beaming, Jack rushed up to him, wishing he could take off his balaclava and Marc could remove his bloody cowl and mask. Although no people were around, surveillance cameras surely were, not to mention the helicopters and drones overhead.

“Corazón,” Jack sighed as he wrapped his arms around his partner despite the ichor. Marc’s hug seemed hesitant; he must be injured. 

Jack let go and took a step back, noticing how the suit’s mask and some of the linen wrappings were now black instead of their usual white. Chuckling, he said, “Being swallowed by a giant frog inspired a new look?”

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[ This isn't a scene break. I need to get some work done, is all. I was inspired, so I banged this out. ]

bebé = baby Más o menos = More or less corazón = darling, dear (literally "heart")

[sparklecryptid]

BrokenIce!Luche: Gilgamesh tries to pull his ‘I must test you oh daughter of the stone and if you should prove worthy you’ll need a shield’ stuff with Luche. Only to run headlong into a furious Ardyn who is sweetly inquiring if Gilgamesh would like to repeat what he said to HIS DARLING NEICE? (Bonus if Cir gets to see his childhood nightmare running away very very fast, pursued by an enraged trash hobo)

Cor:…

Luche: *who literally just got back from her ‘I’m not hiding from my father but totally am’ road trip* Cor, Uncle, Uncle, Cor. Please don’t make me wrangle you two like cats.

Tredd, who managed to find Luche and convince her to come back: *snicker*

Ardyn: we aren’t members of your Glaive, dear niece.

Luche: that may be so, but I know you-

*ominous booming voice*

Gilgamesh: Daughter of Stone, prove thyself worthy-

*a sword almost impales Gilgamesh*

Ardyn: what do you think you’re doing?

*Ardyn’s voice is dark, dark like the shadows that follow him. Dark like the lingering sick that sticks to him like gauze on a wound.

He takes a step forward, around him magic whirls like a storm.

Luche takes a loud sip from her straw. If shit goes down she is not wasting the bubble tea.*

Cor: *letting his sword fade again as Gilgamesh tries to move forward only to be blasted backward by the force of Ardyn’s magic* hm.

Luche and Tredd: *stare at him*

Luche: no.

Cor: I never said anything.

Luche: you’ve said enough.

[lanabeey]

Kylo Ren x Reader

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓

A/n:I know it took me a long time, but I ended up overloading myself with a lot of things, but here it is and it will probably need another part..

Summary: Working for The First Order is scary, and your only moment of peace is dinner time, but maybe you need company...

1103 words

3/..4

Finally in the barracks away from his superiors, away from Stormtroopers, away from Hux and no Supreme Leader. A calmer mind, free from daily work and humiliation, now only at peace and happy for its achievement, a good deed of returning something lost to its owner is a comforting feeling.

Just this feeling of strangeness, even with his achievement, that moment of communication with his leader was peculiar. A feeling that something is happening, but not knowing how to distinguish it. Like a headache, it's an inconvenient feeling but nothing can be done about it. Maybe resting will improve this strange feeling.

________________

On the other hand, someone can't sleep, is always nervous, is never at peace with themselves even when they are resting.

Even with several things to think about, perhaps combat strategies against Resistance or dealing with its prisoners. The choice was obvious, You. Maybe he needed that, it had been a while since something like this happened, someone communicating with him like that, without knowing how to feel about the attitude, was something so common, even banal. But he felt strange, it shook him, maybe his gentle nature disturbed him and you are the real culprit in this situation for making him feel strange, disturbed and human.

His nature bothers him, many would take the saber for themselves, perhaps sell it or even worse. Perhaps you felt sorry for being so naive and not knowing what was in your hands, something practically deadly, that destroyed lives and you made it look like a simple toy. He should have been furious about this, but deep down he knew he couldn't blame you for it. You were just honest, it was your simple act that touched Kylo's heart.

And he missed having something like that, maybe he lacked something or someone to have for himself, the humanity inside him screamed for something that Kylo tried to ignore, but over time this could become a need, a hunger.

You, your humanity asked for more, it could be anything, your words, your looks, as long as he felt your contact, he wanted you.

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Weeks pass, and Kylo had seen you very few times, and it was killing him, making him want more looks, more words from you, no matter how simple and banal they may be.

"This room is ready."

"Sorry for the intrusion."

"Have a great day!"

Even though sometimes it wasn't directly said just to Kylo, ​​but also other people around who were attending the damn meeting. Wanting these phrases to be said just for him, for his desire to want you.

But that would change today.

_____________

While cleaning the cafeterias was being completed, a Stormtrooper appeared, his presence was requested. Just that, it could be any of his superiors, all except Hux. He rarely held a grudge against anyone, but for Hux it was hatred that he just didn't let show.

Your service was requested for one of the cabins, it could be that, you were dedicated to cleaning, but you hardly received praise for it.

The Stormtrooper was constant, not talking, just walking to the destination, didn't even say where we were going. But his good memory could remember this place, it was cleaner, organized even the corridors smelled better, next to the Supreme Leader's room.

"I can at least ask who requested it, to inform me better, I don't want to be inconvenienced..."

But finally he stopped, next to the door of your leader's room, you thought of everyone in your superiors except the main one.

Then the Stormtrooper's robotic voice can be heard. "Dare well, this is an important place where our Supreme Leader rests, just do your job and leave." He quickly returned back to his work, he walked back to the corridors leaving only in front of the requested place.

Before even knocking on the door, it opened and the previously dark cabin was now lit up by the lights from the hallway.

Without delay, he went in to do his work, everything seemed in order, even clean. The aroma was pleasant, apparently everything was in its right place, it seems like the Stormtrooper brought me to the wrong place.

The door closes, darkness takes over the room and a chill takes over her completely, her desire now was to be outside where there was light and her heart was still calm.

"Don't be afraid, I won't.." that deep, slightly robotic voice.

Your scream startled him, perhaps it was deserved, the darkness was deliberate so as not to make him afraid of its presence, but it seems to have had the opposite effect.

"PLEASE DON'T KILL ME"

"Calm down, I won't hurt you...I just want to hear your voice, maybe even see it"

"Look if it was because of the cameras it was an accident, I was just cleaning and Hux came into the room, he probably thought of something wrong but nothing happened, I swear I'm innocent."

Finally the light in this place was turned on and now Kylo is visible, in his clothes and with that macabre mask.

"Don't worry, I know you didn't do anything wrong, you're here to keep me company, a form of thanks for giving back something important."

"I..I'm glad I helped you, Leader Supra-" "Just Kylo, ​​you can use my name when we are alone."

"Of course, yes sir..I say Kylo." Even saying your name felt strange yet strangely good, but using it only alone, your body will always notice the warning signs, but your heart will always ignore them.

"Well, so I don't look so weird I'll take off the mask, it might be...a little weird for some people or they're just afraid of it."

It's for the first time, you see him remove that mask, the feeling of seeing something that shouldn't spread throughout your body, as if it were inappropriate to see him that way. Turning your head towards the floor, unconsciously, somewhat spontaneously, you don't even realize you did it.

"No need to look away, I won't bite."

Looking into those eyes was mesmerizing, it would be an outrage to offend him, their beauty was magnificent, something to admire, like a statue carved by angels in love. It really was breathtaking, the true fallen angel.

"Sorry..but I don't think that's necessary, I mean I'm really happy to help you, but you need it"

"Of course it is necessary, I want to repay your act of kindness, I rarely see these attitudes."

"But I.." "It's done, you're invited to join me for dinner, I'd really like you to come."

[tendertenebrosity]

New piece for my Ocean's Echo fan characters! Masterpost here.

Saelin Cor had long since stopped judging the people around him for the stray, incidental thoughts that flitted past his awareness like minnows. A lot of them were just silly and shallow. Many were unreasonable - petty, unfair, disproportionately angry.

Most people knew it, too. It just wasn’t something anybody could help.

What mattered the deeper patterns of thought that Saelin had to focus on to sense. Actual intention, action and deliberate choices.

Saelin could quite happily judge people on those.

Davi had just had a whole morning full of briefings and seminars. It would have been nice if Saelin could be excused from that kind of thing, since Davi would send him all the information he needed to know and nobody ever asked his opinion. People rarely even acknowledged him where he sat beside Davi (or sometimes slightly behind, which felt just great). But that didn’t seem to be allowed.

Now, as they walked down the corridor into the mess hall, past the streams of military personnel, Saelin took a deep breath and steadied himself against the flash and flutter of hungry, thirsty, I can’t believe he did that, ugh what is taking this bitch so long, wow look at them, longing…

“If you go get the food, I’ll get coffee,” Davi said, turning away.

A quick scan of the crowded mess hall didn’t detect any of the handful of people he knew, so Saelin didn’t have any real cause to object to Davi’s assumption that they’d sit together. Probably with some of the other pilots, none of whom were synced except Davi. Fantastic. Exactly what I need.

Saelin wove his way between the crowds of people, through the billowing clouds of noise that nobody but him ever perceived, towards the food lines.

… did she see me, Lights my back hurts, for fuck’s sake not this guy again…

And it was then, collecting his tray and weaving his way through the crowd, that Saelin realised he had gone all day without once consciously thinking about the sync bond or the looming counterweight of Davi Antrell’s mind on the other end of it.

It was just… there. He had not thought about it.

He wanted to throw the tray in his hands. The urge, the need to do it rose up in his chest and made his hands tremble; he wanted to dump its contents on the ground and fling the whole thing as hard and as far away from him as possible. Maybe it’d break. He wanted to break it against the ground, and scream or cry, and run. To break something, to make noise, to show some kind of external sign of the horror and grief and rejection that pressed against his skin. No. No. No. Can’t.

He’d been here for six months.

And this was normal now.

Saelin took a deep breath, resettled the weight of the tray in his hands, and resumed walking. Probably the mugs and bowls wouldn’t have broken anyway, he told himself distantly. Not the way he wanted them to.

He was aware of the sync bond now. So was Davi; there was no way he wouldn’t have felt that sudden tempest of emotion. Here he was now, sliding alarm, inquiry and concern down the bond.

Saelin pushed back, more firmly than he probably should have. No need. Wait.

When Saelin slid the tray onto the table and dropped into the seat beside him, Davi frowned at him.

“What was that?” he asked, aloud, but under his breath.

“Nothing,” Saelin said.

Irritated concern pulsed across the sync. “Did somebody say something to you?”

The protective edge to the question was annoying. “No.”

“Saelin…” Davi glanced behind Saelin, his eyes scanning across the crowded mess hall. “Don’t pretend you didn’t flip out just now. If somebody did or said something, you need to tell me about it.”

No, I don’t, Saelin wanted to say. In fact, if I were being bullied, telling you so you could pull rank on whoever it is would probably not result in anyone thinking better of me.

The murmuring of thoughts pressed in around Saelin, distracting him from the conversation. Someone two tables back was engaged in a furious argument with the supervisor they’d just left, sitting alone and stabbing a fork at their meal viciously.

The non-synced pilot sitting across from Davi was carefully keeping his face blank and wondering with queasy fascination about the sync bond and what it felt like.

“Agent Thirty-two…”

He needed to give more than this, he realised, Davi didn’t respond well if Saelin gave him nothing.

He sighed, put his hands up to massage his temples as if they hurt. They didn’t, yet. “Nobody said or did anything wrong,” he managed to say. “I just - it’s just one of those days. Nearly dropped something, and I just... Overreacting to minor inconveniences. You know how it is.”

Davi’s face cleared slowly. “Okay,” he said. “Yeah, I get it.”

That was an odd thing about this. Saelin had thought, when this began, that the sync bond would let Davi hear his thoughts the way he heard everybody else’s. That it would convey reader powers onto Davi somehow, even if it was just Saelin it worked on.

It didn’t. Unless they were sunk really deep into the sync, one bilobed mind with the ship as its metal body, Davi had no more idea of what Saelin was actually thinking than anybody else did. Emotions came across if Saelin wasn’t careful, intentions sometimes, but conscious thought? No. Saelin could still lie to him.

“You always do get a bit oversensitive at lunch,” Davi said, offhandedly. “Low blood sugar or something?”

And every so often Davi would say something that showed two things simultaneously: that he was actually paying attention to Saelin’s moods and preferences. And that he no more understood what powered those moods than Saelin understood the inner workings of the coffee dispenser.

Saelin fought back another wave of grief and refusal, took a deep breath. He swiped his coffee from Davi’s tray and used it as an excuse not to speak for a moment.

Caffeine made his barriers worse, if anything. But the coffee was the way he took it; Davi remembered without asking now, just as Saelin remembered to snag an extra bread roll and ignore the dessert option when he got Davi’s food.

He kind of wished he had gotten the wrong things on purpose. But that was one of those mean, self-destructive little impulses he already knew decent people pretended they didn’t have.

He should give Davi credit for trying, should extend that little bit of grace that said ‘he didn’t mean that to come out as rude as it did, let it go’.

Saelin didn't want to.

“Or something,” he mumbled. “Sure.”

[darkmaga-returns]

A Review of The Sin of Empathy by Joseph Rigney

Criticisms of empathy are coming fast and furious. Books like Paul Bloom’s Against Empathy presaged Elon Musk’s worry that modern countries are beset, as he says, with a “civilizational, suicidal empathy.” Standards corrode. Borders become meaningless. Emotional manipulation reigns. Leadership is compromised. No one resists the woke. 

Joe Rigney’s The Sin of Empathy: Compassion and Its Counterfeits (Canon Press, 2024) captures something deep and abiding in the church today. On a practical level, in identifying the “sin of empathy,” Rigney describes a relatively new phenomenon: the moral power of a particular female perspective in our lives. Rigney, like Allie Beth Stuckey, provides the name: the sin of empathy. 

Rigney starts with the common sense of the matter. The pity Christians naturally feel for the downtrodden can be manipulated to excuse the victim. 

Drug addiction is not the crucible where the drama of empathy plays out in churches today, but it reveals the pattern. As Christians are wont to say when we see a strung-out drug addict, “But by the grace of God” go I (I Cor. 15:10). Since that could have been me, I should be kind-hearted, understanding, affirming, and helpful, as the strung-out understand it. Since the heroin addict could have been me, I should support a needle-exchange program. So the sensibility goes.

[ertrunkenerwassergeist]

What was the general assumption made by Cor and his friends when the Fihrie disappeared the entire Little Galahd? That they were kidnapped (by some unknown group of Otherfolk!) or that they left on their own?

Most people in Insomnie first thought it was a kind of divine wrath from the Gods. They thought the Galahkari had finally angered them enough that they got smitten out of existance.

Of course that isn't what happened. And Cor and his friends know this the moment they arrive on the scene.

The aura the area gives of is positively drenched in chaos magic. The kind of magic the fae reign over. So the conclusion first is that a powerful fae (or several) did this. It makes Cor furious, because how could he not notice? For all that the fae don't exactly have standing territories, this is still his city.

So Cor visits Pixie. They get to talking and Cor gets the information that this wasn't the doing of a fae (or several) but of something different. A lot of different being in fact. Powerful ones.

Cor and his friends treat this as a rescue mission becaus none of them can imagine the Galahkari having left on their own free will. They can't really conceive that someone might want to leave Insomnia (the most secure city on Eos).

And they're partly right. The Galahkari didn't leave on their own free will, but they're home now and don't intend to return.

[horademagic]

Brado Furioso/ Furious Bellow

Instantânea de Fortalecimento 

Custo de mana: 1 vermelha + 1 de qualquer cor = 2 no total

Sairá do campo assim que for usada (característica das Instantâneas)

Por que ela é interessante? essa mágica fará com que a criatura alvo receba +3/+0 e ganhe iniciativa até o final do turno, lembrando que isso faz com que ela ataque primeiro no embate direto. Depois use vidência 1, ou seja, olhe a carta do topo do grimório e escolha manter ou jogar no fundo do grimório.

Preço da carta: em torno de 0,05 até 3,00

Disponível em Português

Link: https://www.ligamagic.com.br/?view=cards/card&card=Furious%20Bellow&aux=Brado%20Furioso

Até a próxima postagem, Ulli e Thiago

[mysterymenmovie]

[Shoveler's backyard.]

(Later, they are all sitting around a patio table.)

Furious: So, why don't you um, tell us a little bit about yourself? Help us understand why we should choose you, over all the other qualified applicants.

Shoveler: What other qualified applicants?

Furious: Eddie, please. Start at the top. Where'd you get your powers?

Bowler: Mmm. Uh, I got my powers from my father.

Furious: Oh, okay. Who's he?

Bowler: Have you ever heard of Carmine the Bowler?

Shoveler: Have we ever heard--?

Raja: Cor! Blimey, miss, don't tell us you're the Bowler's daughter.

Furious: I seem to remember there being a little controversy around his death.

Bowler: That's right. The police said it was an accident. He'd come home late one night and fell down an elevator shaft...onto some bullets.

Raja: You know, I've always suspected a bit of foul play.

Bowler: As have I.

[ffxvficrec]

by Jazzybot4 (SniperinaJumper) Ignis Scientia is nine years old when he's chosen to be the Princes Seneschal. It takes him a long time to realize that he was robbed, and even longer to figure out how to steal himself back. It helps, that he has a really good teacher. Words: 6289, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Final Fantasy XV Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Ignis Scientia , Regis Lucis Caelum , Noctis Lucis Caelum , Cor Leonis Relationships: Noctis Lucis Caelum & Ignis Scientia , Regis Lucis Caelum & Ignis Scientia , Cor Leonis & Ignis Scientia Additional Tags: minor background OCs - Freeform , Dancing , Pole Dancing , Politics , Pole-itics , Introspection , Character Study , Ignis is so frothingly furious , But through it all he is poised , Children of the citadel , More cogs in the unrelenting machine of prophesy , No Romance

[orthodoxydaily]

Saints&Reading: Monday, October 30, 2023

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THE HOLY PROPHET HOSEA (820 AC)

The Holy Prophet Hosea the first of the minor prophets, belonged to the tribe of Issachar. He lived during the ninth Century before Christ, in the kingdom of Israel. He was a contemporary of the holy Prophets Isaiah, Micah and Amos. During this time, many of his fellow Israelites had forgotten the true God, and worshipped idols. The holy Prophet Hosea attempted to turn them again to the faith of their Fathers by his wise counsels. Denouncing the iniquities of the people of Israel (i.e. the northern kingdom Israel), the prophet proclaimed to them great misfortunes from a foreign people and their removal into captivity by Assyria.

Almost a thousand years before the coming of the Savior, and through the inspiration of the Holy Spirit, the prophet foretold the end of sacrificial offerings and of the priesthood of Aaron (Hos. 3:4-5), and that the knowledge of the True God would spread through all the earth (Hos. 2:20-23). Hosea spoke also about Christ, how He would return from out of Egypt (Hos. 11:1; compare Mt. 2:15), that He would be resurrected on the third day (Hos. 6 and especially Hos.6:2; compare with 1 Cor.15:4), and that He would conquer death (Hos.13-14. Compare 1 Cor.15:54-55).

The prophesies of Saint Hosea are included in the book that bears his name. The prophetic service of Saint Hosea continued for more than sixty years. The God-inspired prophet died in deep old age, having devoted all his life to fulfilling the Will of God.

MARTYR SUSANNA (Shushanik) QUEEN OF GEORGIA (475)

Saint Shushanik (Susanna) was the wife of the Georgian prince Varsken, the ruler of Hereti (a province of southeastern Georgia). Hereti was under Persian control at that time; Varsken was essentially the viceroy for the Persians. Having been raised in a pious Christian family, she was deeply penetrated with love and the fear of God.

At that time Kartli was under heavy political pressure from Persia, and Prince Varsken visited the Persian king Peroz in hopes of encouraging more friendly relations between the two countries. He willingly denied the true Faith, converted to the worship of fire, and promised the king to convert his wife and children upon his return to Hereti.

Having approached the border of Hereti, Varsken sent messengers to Tsurtavi, the city in which he ruled, to ensure that his subjects met him with due respect. The blessed Shushanik, having learned of her husband’s betrayal, fell to the ground and wept over him with bitter tears. Then she took her four children, deserted the palace, and sought refuge in a nearby church.

That evening Shushanik was visited by her spiritual father, the elder Jacob, who predicted, “Varsken’s cruelty and mercilessness are unmistakable. Know that terrible trials await you. Will you be firm and unbending in your position?”

“I would rather die than unite with him and destroy my soul!” she answered.

Three days later the prince arrived in Tsurtavi. As promised, he tried to persuade his wife to convert, but Saint Shushanik firmly answered, “As you have renounced your Creator, so I am renouncing you. I will no longer take part in your affairs, no matter what suffering I must endure!”

The next time, Varsken sent his younger brother Jojik and Bishop Apots to convince Shushanik to return to the palace. Shushanik refused for some time, but in the end she yielded to their persuasion. She set off for the palace with the Holy Gospel and the Lives of the holy martyrs, and when she arrived she locked herself in a squalid cell. Two days later Varsken returned to the palace and invited Shushanik, his brother Jojik, and his sister-in-law for supper. The queen, however, could not bring herself to share a meal with one who had betrayed Christ: she pushed away the cup that Jojik’s wife had offered her, thus further angering her husband.

The furious Varsken beat his wife mercilessly, fettered her in irons, locked her in prison, and forbade the guards to let anyone in to see her.

Saint Shushanik spent six years in captivity. While she was serving her sentence, she helped the poor that came to her. Through her prayers the sick were healed and children were born to the childless. Before her death, Holy Martyr Shushanik blessed those around her and requested that she be buried at the place from which her unbelieving husband had dragged her out of the palace.

This happened in the year 475. The clergy and people alike wept bitterly over Shushanik’s tragic fate. Her holy relics were buried in accordance with her will.

In 578, with the blessing of Catholicos Kirion I, Saint Shushanik’s holy relics were translated to Tbilisi, where they remain today, in the Metekhi Church of the Most Holy Theotokos.

Saint Susanna of Georgia is also commemorated on August 28.

COLOSSIANS 2:13-20

13 And you, being dead in your trespasses and the uncircumcision of your flesh, He has made alive together with Him, having forgiven you all trespasses, 14 having wiped out the handwriting of requirements against us, which was contrary to us. And He has taken it out of the way, having nailed it to the cross. 15 Having disarmed principalities and powers, He made a public spectacle of them, triumphing over them. 16 So let no one judge you in food or in drink, or regarding a festival or a new moon or sabbaths, 17 which are a shadow of things to come, but the substance is of Christ. 18 Let no one cheat you of your reward, taking delight in false humility and worship of angels, intruding into those things which he has not seen, vainly puffed up by his fleshly mind, 19 and not holding fast to the Head, from whom all the body, nourished and knit together by joints and ligaments, grows with the increase that is from God. 20 Therefore, if you died with Christ from the basic principles of the world, why, as though living in the world, do you subject yourselves to regulations-

LUKE 9:18-22

18 And it happened, as He was alone praying, that His disciples joined Him, and He asked them, saying, "Who do the crowds say that I am?" 19 So they answered and said, "John the Baptist, but some say Elijah; and others say that one of the old prophets has risen again." 20 He said to them, "But who do you say that I am?" Peter answered and said, "The Christ of God." 21 And He strictly warned and commanded them to tell this to no one, 22 saying, "The Son of Man must suffer many things, and be rejected by the elders and chief priests and scribes, and be killed, and be raised the third day."

[sparklecryptid]

Derived from an idea that just came to me.

If a Lucis Caelum (or anyone else, really) uses too much magic and dies by burning up into ash and ember, consider Lucis Caelum’s who fail to do so crystallizing. Creating curatives, talismans, flasks, beacons, etc takes the edge off of magic build-up, but if you don’t for a while or can’t…

Was wondering about Ardyn and Ace in a situation like that, and one - or both - of them dealing with it or the aftermath.

Ardyn, because he spent two millennia chained away and literally crucified. Ace, because he is trying to not out himself as an LC.

It happens gradually. The slow crystallization of Ace’s skin isn’t something he notices until he looks down one day and sees the lightning fractal scars that run down his left arm shimmering lilac in the light of his kitchen. The crystals forming on his skin are small, easy to over look and mistake for some sort of cosmetic.

Ace begins to wear long sleeves anyway.

It won’t stop Nyx from finding out, but it will give Ace time to figure out how to tell Nyx what is happening.

-

That’s what he thought at least. Ace had only meant to deliver lunch to his friends. He didn’t even think of the scale like crystals decorating his arms under the long sleeves he wears when he threw him in between Luche and a would be assassin.

The assassins blade ricochets off of the crystal on Ace’s arm and in the next moment Tredd has the assassin unconscious.

“Are you alright?” Ace asks Luche.

Luche’s eyes are furious. His glare concentrated on the crystal that is slowly overtaking Ace’s arm.

Ace follows Luche’s gaze to find that his sleeve is ripped and the evidence of what has been happening to him is undeniable.

“Ace,” Luche says in a tone that brokers no argument, “You owe us an explanation.”

Ace blanks.

Footsteps distracts him long enough for someone else to sigh heavily. Ace turns, Tredd tries to block Ace’s arm from sight but it’s too late.

Clarus stands before them with Cor at his side and both men suddenly look exhausted.

“I believe,” Clarus says with the tone of a man who is unbelievably tired, “We need to talk.”