#he love him heysel!!!! friend time!!!!!!!!!!

[yellowfingcr]

👤+ "Tell me about the Witness, love." Darkness seems to surround them on all sides, pressing ever inwards even as shadows seep into the cracks of the Last City and perhaps into the Traveler itself. What else can an arisen do before the onset of night but rage against it, as once they did when that golden age came crashing down around their ears? Brom's thankful he won't be doing it alone any more, armed and armored for war but only truly prepared when by her side. "I would not have this battle be our last. Not when there is a world with you waiting for us afterwards."

ask miss heysel for opinions / accepting!

Heysel’s gaze! It becomes softer than soft at that last sentence, the smile on her lips the most tender it has ever been, and without even realizing it her fingers reach out to entwine with his. But she hopes he doesn’t catch the little flicker in her eye, a sudden thing like the retreating tail of an escaping fish. Does he know? That worry has been gnawing at her tongue in the night, itching scurrying worry for what awaits for them but especially him ahead, in those times that seem so final, so close? That she’d started as a manner to exorcise her fear to ask secretly here and there to her friends and his what might be a fitting material for a titan splendid to wear around his finger? Because Traveler’s light she will. If they both survive this she will do it and ask him something she’s been meaning truthfully to ask him for so long but see that’s the illusion of immortality- that everything around you will continue forever with you, that there will somehow always be time…

“I don’t think I can offer you much more than what you already know.” Her thumb, rubbing over his armored knuckles. “This is about chaos. The Witness, from my understanding, is the answer of a species that immemorial ages ago had bloomed under the Traveler- maybe the first to do so, even- but that one day in the endless paracausal potential of the Light to plant seeds of existence in any place it desired saw not just the promise that there will always be something even in nothing but fatal disruption. If you permit life where it wasn’t supposed to be, are you endorsing a reality of complexity… or condemning this new life to suffering because it was never supposed to exist in the first place? Ever heard of the Flower Game? Oh, you know, let’s leave that for later. It's already convoluted as it is.”

“So! They expanded their research, discovered the Veil- no, ask not, I don’t know either, yes I’m a bad Cryptarchy discipula- and through it made contact with the Darkness and the uniforming promise of it. Glimpsed a perfect final shape obtained by imposing order unto the disorder of the universe, a suffering-less shape of self affirming certainty, created by carving away all that cannot enforce its right to live. And so if the Traveler is a gardener, the Witness became the winnower. Amnesia and infinite chance versus the attempt at making something that can endure eternal in a cruel universe. A singular entity, versus an entire population occupying one body, as it how that ancient species became the Witness. So this is about chaos and the terror of chaos. Perhaps about kindness, from different lenses. And I guess we’re here now! At the big meeting! With the- damn thing very much not stopped and harming what I'll remind has been essentially our god for ages.”

Her chuckle contains no attempt at hiding the nervousness.

“I… am afraid? I mean. I don’t know. One thing is to throw ourselves over and over against agents of the Darkness. But this. The magnitude of what’s at stake. The sheer power of our enemy.” She swallows. Then shakes her head, hard. No. If he has faith in this afterwards then so she will.

"We will make it. And I'll be by your side, always."

[yellowfingcr]

“Haha! Oh dear, oh no, good gods.” A backward toss of her head, an amicable slitting of her eyes, white teeth glinting in the hood’s warm shadow. “I’m sorry! Here I am offending, but I did not mean to do that- I was joking, truly, I’d never dare insinuate your sole skill being an executioner’s. Just as I was quite serious when I said that a physician’s duty is honorable, from my understanding of it as someone who’s most definitely not a practitioner of medicine. You are a healer, yes? You’ve no doubt studied years to refine your craft, never fearing the worst parts of it, to be someone whose purpose is to bring relief. Temporary, permanent. With scalpel or thread or merciful knife, to have the last say over nature. Such dedication needs to be lauded. You have chosen a difficult path. You have my respect.”

Heysel liked her, oh yes. Controlled before threat, folded neatly into firm pleasantness. A first meeting like a good handshake. Was it unwise to appreciate the polite? Only if you extracted moral judgment from it, which the killer did not. But otherwise she never disdained a pincer-less word, shorn of the promise of future harm. As far as she felt in the scent of their exchange this was no preamble to blood. Then again no soul as fallible as herself, Heysel would add. 

The ghostly beast at her side yawned.

“Nepenthe, then! A lovely name. It’s my pleasure. I’m afraid the last time I’d seen your colleague was… well. That first time I met him happened to also be the last one, so not only it was back in Limgrave, it was also quite a long, long, long while ago. Hm! He was a peculiar fellow for sure.” In the quiet pause that followed, an arching of one eyebrow, more to herself than her companion. It meant: far stranger sort than you, for sure. 

She pointed at her staff. “I would use magic to carry you there, buuut I’ll admit I can’t quite pull off that feat now. I require rest. I intend to reach a site of grace- do you still see it? Ah. Are you Tarnished, as a matter of fact? Regardless you are invited to walk with me and the dog, if it’s not so urgent to find your friend. Come with us?”

Maybe it was just as well that the mask concealed much of Nepenthe's face, because her expression only became more and more baffled as Heysel spoke. Not that there was any sort of difficulty in understanding her words… Nepenthe was merely perplexed in the way this strange Tarnished carried herself, what with her overt friendliness and confidence and her forward attempts at de-escalating the situation. Head tilted, Nepenthe returned the diplomatic gesture by slowly sheathing her own miséricorde, though she continued to pay close attention to the ghost-mutt even still.

What a wretched mouth that thing had. Her flesh prickled at the thought of its bite, and she had to wonder how anyone could find it within themself make a companion out of such a beast. A testament, perhaps, to Heysel's apparent good-will...?

And speaking of...

"Heysel of Sellia," Nepenthe repeated after her, glad to make note of something to make this enigma of a woman a little less so, "It does. I am sorry if my intentions appeared violent. I promise that is not the case." She then gave a short, polite bow in greeting, maintaining her position half-in, half-out of the brush. "I am Nepenthe. A war surgeon, as you observed. But I feel inclined to let you know that my qualifications go a bit beyond 'merciful execution'... "

No offense taken, of course. Nepenthe was fully aware of the reputation of her trade, and it was a reputation for good reason.

At the question regarding Varré, Nepenthe perked up a bit, and then nodded. She would gladly take the excuse that was so generously put on offer, not particularly wanting to see Heysel's honest reaction to 'No, I was planning on stalking you for a few miles if that's okay'. "...Yes," the lie slipped quickly between her teeth, "Have you seen him?"

[lockawayknight]

@yellowfingcr sent 💀 to walk in on my muse killing someone [accepting!!]

“Oh! Heysel, ‘ello!”

It’s been mere milliseconds after spotting the scholar wading through the crystal clear waters of the Crucifixion Woods’ threshold, but Creighton’s inner puppy is already wagging its tail at the sight of his friend — yes, his very bloodthirsty, very flesh-starved puppy, meat and bone dripping from its smiling maw. Exactly the mutt Heysel tends to treat the most. Oh, and its entire self is wiggling at her arrival.

The knight’s current victim has already been bloodletted, staining the waters crimson around his ankles — quite a stark contrast in morality to the friendly wave he gives his fellow Finger as she approaches. He may be a mass murderer, after all, but he’s also still a loyal knight. And Heysel is one of his most sacred lieges. His motions are excited — near-erratic. He sways from side to side.

Smiling from beneath his mask, Creighton lifts his victim by the collar of their gambeson tunic to show his comrade, the gory display seemingly saying, Check it out! “Think I get why y’like huntin’ ‘round ‘ere,” he says. “The prey’s aplenty.” Like two cheery coworkers having a casual convo around a workplace water basin. “Hey, y’wanna do the honours with this one?” He offers her the carving knife he had intended to use cut out his victim’s tongue, blade first.

[yeleltaan]

@yellowfingcr​ | continued from here

“Nonsense, Cayin! I’m sure you’ll do more than fine, and besides, I haven’t danced in quite some time either.”

A timespan that stretched long back; the last time she’d set foot inside a ballroom was years and years before the conversation they were having, the memory of it still clear as glass. She remembers the hall, spacious and regal and opulent; the pavement, polished to a mirror sheen, perfectly reflecting a second population of dancers and musicians, another shimmering world waltzing upside down with her, with the woman between her arms. Magical.

Yharnam had offered her many things- life, to start with, and she will be forever grateful for that- but, if Heysel was allowed to express a single minute complaint, a place to dance in hadn’t been one of them. Which means that, since her blood transfusion, when she’d danced with friends it had been something that took place in kitchens emptied of chairs and abandoned churches, and that now she and the gentleman before herself were to dance in less than ideal conditions. Less elegant, but more personal ones too, no doubt, than a hall filled to the brim with revolving people. Today it’s just him; her; and a large room filled with candles and moonlight. Their shadows shiver on the dusty floor.

“No music,” she sighs through her smile, “but oh, we’re resilient. We’ve both survived much worse than a silent waltz.” Her shoes click, as she closes the distance between them. The bow she offers him is as excessive and as dramatic as she can manage- and as she takes position and her hands raise, she stops before one can settle on his shoulderblade. A frown.

“Actually. You’re… taller than me.” Much taller than her, too, slim and long sort that he is, attentively watching all from a whole head above her. Her palm slides to his arm instead, and the other reverses the grip on his fingers. “It’s not mandatory that you lead, but, I suppose it would make it easier that you did. Move and I shall follow, sir. And my apologies if I end up stepping on your feet- you’ll see that I’m rusty.”

But Heysel thinks about it- about the fact that this isn’t his first time sharing a dance with another person. Idly, she wonders when it had last happened, and with who, and why. He’d lived long; searched and seen things past the edges of her understanding as he traversed the world. Had that dance been for a reason tied to his mission, or for personal pleasure? With a person known, with a stranger? Abstract curiosity. Perhaps she could ask later.

She offers him an encouraging nod: I’m ready whenever you are.

He doesn’t mind the quietness. As much as he would enjoy the spectacle, the lively ambiance of a party where the human craft of dancing, art in motion and sensation, is taken to one of its most breathtaking heights in a social extravaganza, it would only fulfill a portion of the many possible kinds of delights to be enjoyed. Lying at perhaps the opposite side of the spectrum is the dim, comparatively empty room in the middle of which they stand, a dance to which only the two of them are invited, surrounding shades obscuring part of the world around them while the soft, careful lights provide them just enough for him to set his eyes on his partner, the thoughts written in her face and the soon-to-come motions accompanying her timed steps.

It’s beauty in simplicity. And though he reckons the alternative would be a lovely thing to try perhaps one day, he doesn’t envy it. All pretty, but needless additions, they won’t be distracting him from the true heart of the experience. She’s a shining gem, what does he care what the box she’s inside is made of?

She begins to move, and in his instinctive response he’s about go for the same thing- it’s an involuntary reflex, a remnant of what he had once known to be customary, but he stops without question as soon as he recognizes that she plans to take the lead. He blinks when she does the same, but nods after she explains her reasoning, doubting his next step only for a brief instant before he brings her hand close and whispers. “As you wish, my lady.”

A soft kiss seals the deal, and he positions himself in accordance to their roles, his gaze lowering shortly to watch his footing. Slowly his right foot dares step to the side, followed by the left then right again in careful succession, and the same sequence is reversed without rush, testing his own pace and feeling the distant rhythm return to him, gradually fixing his timing and distance at the second repetition, then the third.

Too vague to be called a memory, rather distant echoes linger at his fingertips, remote traces of another man. But to constrast her curiosity, he finds that he doesn’t care enough to try to recollect. None of it appeals to him more than the present, or his current company. There’s nowhere and nowhen he’d rather be than with the scholar right now.

At last he feels he’s got the hang of it again, and his eyes return to look into hers, their dance makes them move and spin as they find their coordination. For how rusty claims to be, he finds that she’s attentive and responsive to his movement. "Did you use to dance a lot before coming to Yharnam?”

[pokegeek151]

Fic authors self-rec! ✨ When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers (if you would like to)!

Stolen from @science-lings (they also have a post, go check them out!)

altus, alti (Artemis Fowl)

This is at the time of posting my longest continuous fic that I've published. I love it a lot. It's currently my least popular AF fic, but it's my favorite for the fandom. It's got Minerva being a person, and some fun seasonal Situations (including Artemis high on painkillers).

In Which Shadow Is Brought Back (Four Swords manga)

I wrote this in high school but I'm still really proud of it. I love the huge POV difference between the chapters. The same scenario looking very different from different perspectives is always fun. I sometimes think about continuing it/making a sequel, but it definitely stands alone.

Evanescence Shared (Like Histories Over The Fire) (Linked Universe)

It's the vibes, man. Time and Legend both have such easy angst fodder, and they deserve to share their secrets with someone who gets it.

MOS October, chapter 2 (D&D, original characters)

This is so self indulgent, you don't even know. I have a ton of writing about my D&D characters, especially Heysel, and literally no one except a couple friends of mine and me care about it. MOS is a Discord server I'm on that used to do weekly/monthly writing challenges, and I wrote a bunch of D&D stuff for it. The linked chapter is a standalone that I really enjoyed writing. It was a great character exploration for Heysel, putting him in a casual setting when he's normally caught up in action/exploration.

1945 Cheval Blanc (Artemis Fowl)

This is a tighter piece than some of my others, but I loved writing it. I still reread this one every few weeks. Why write fanfiction if not for your own self indulgence, after all?

[smouldring]

“You know, Merri, I have a set of magical dice.” Held in the spaces between her gloved fingers, two pieces of glintstone cut into a perfectly cubical shape. Dots are etched on their sides. They glow, softly, of a light of their own.

“They can make one wish come true." This might not be a verified fact. "But! Thing is, you have to toss them and get a double six for this to happen. Now,” and Heysel sets the dice on the table, right between them, passing them to the other Tarnished, “What’s your wish? Think carefully. You only have one.”

Merri's eyes opened wide, and her lips parted in wonder. A set of magical dice! They must have come from Raya Lucaria-- or somewhere else, maybe; she didn't really understand sorceries and incantations and who used what and why. She knew that it took quite a bit of studying, and that the people who mastered these skills hit hard. Hard enough to compel her to study a spell or two herself, in fact, but not hard enough for her to even entertain the idea of going to school. Sellen, Seluvis, even Corhyn ( whom she loved quite a bit ) all seemed obsessed with taking students. Only Miriel, saint that he was, allowed her to study whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted, and only seemed excited to teach and to learn through teaching. Magic wasn't so bad, when it was with him.

But clearly Heysel understood more than she did, and she didn't need to respect bookworms and their addiction to sitting in cells to respect what they did with their knowledge -- which was a lot. Enough to make magic dice, in fact! Planting her chin in her hands, she leaned over the table and stared at them. A wish! A single wish! The thought had her mind spinning. What to wish for? Something big? Something small? It didn't occur to her to think in a political context; it simply wasn't in her character to imagine that deeply-rooted issues could be fixed with a spell, no matter who was doing the casting. Those things required time, and an immense effort on the parts of everybody involved. So, while it might have been a grand opportunity to do something for the Lands Between, it was lost on Merrimac.

No, wishes were for frivolous things. A giant cake, or a new set of shoes. She didn't know how she knew, but she was absolutely certain that the more basic, the better. Then it couldn't be misconstrued. She couldn't recall ever hearing any stories about wishing dice -- but she couldn't recall most things. When she felt something in her gut, she trusted it, and her gut was telling her to keep it simple. And she had to roll two sixes? What would happen if she didn't? Would she lose the wish? Would Heysel let her roll again? Or would she be cursed? Oh, that was scary. Something completely benevolent, then. Not anything world-changing, not even anything Merri-changing. Just a desire, whatever came to mind.

"I wish-- to go to the beach with my friends, and eat crab and octopus. Now do I roll?"

[bound-by-golden-wings]

For the character list thing meme: Ringfinger Leonhard, Knight Artorias and Lautrec of Carim :D

((Those are a lot haha, okay lemme get to them.))

Ringfinger Leonhard:

Favorite thing about them: He’s so extremely mysterious but also somewhat dorky… Like, I think I met him the first time by accidentally falling on top of him and he began to yell at me for it haha. He also looks somewhat like a Bloodborne character in a way.Least favorite thing about them: I wish there was more known about him, like seriously. I had to look up who this guy was again, considering he was so forgettable for me.Favorite line: “Now invade and pillage all you like. And if you grow weary of your duty, you, too, may become a Finger. Come on, give yourself to Rosaria, of the Cathedral of the Deep.”BrOTP: Heysel/Leonhard… I’ve seen two roleplayers on my desk rp as them and I seriously love their interactions haha.OTP: I have no idea…NOTP: No idea either, don’t know him well enough, you know?Random headcanon: I don’t really have much headcanons on him, but from the moment I met him it kind of seemed like he has had a rather troubled life and duo to that would have extreme trust issues.Unpopular opinion: None really.Song I associate with them:  PainFavorite picture of them: This one looks pretty awesome:  https://www.deviantart.com/art/Ringfinger-Leonhard-615164334I also really love this one, so mysterious and gotta love dem colours:  https://www.deviantart.com/art/Ringfinger-Leonhard-610961088

Knight Artorias:

Favorite thing about them: His tragic tail, so many sad things happened to him and I absolutely love the fact that he went through so much for his wolf and kingdom, yet it proved to be not enough…Least favorite thing about them: I wish that the fandom would also take a look at the other Knights instead of always automatically turning towards Artorias when talking about them. Ciaran, Gough and Ornstein are all just as interesting when you look into them.Favorite line: He actually used to have some voice lines which they deleted!! “Ah, Sif, there you are *cough* All of you, forgive me. For I have availed you nothing.”BrOTP: Sif/Artorias forever! “No you can’t!”OTP: Artorias/Ciaran ((such a tragic romance ;-; )).NOTP: Artorias/Ornstein. I know it’s a very populair pairing out there, but I really do not like it romantically. It may chance if I ever start shipping with an Artorias in the future, so who knows. But for now I don’t.Random headcanon: I headcanon that duo to his long exposure to Manus, the Abyss and everything related to that, nothing is left of his body. Which explains why you see no face in his armour. Nothing is left of him at this point except for a possessed Soul. All that’s left of his body is possibly Abyss or ash.Unpopular opinion: I actually like to think that Artorias was blind to his left eye duo to a tough battle. He had this huge scar crossed over his eye.Song I associate with them: WolfsongFavorite picture of them: So pleasing to like at:  https://jackxangelicaforever.deviantart.com/art/Knight-Artorias-677203356 And this one is one of my many laptop backgrounds haha:  https://jackxangelicaforever.deviantart.com/art/Sir-Artorias-the-Abyss-Walker-480163312

Lautrec of Carim:

Favorite thing about them: He is no pushover haha, he literally tells you what’s on his mind even if he knows it might hurt you. He obviously has his own agenda.Least favorite thing about them: A few things actually. One being, what were his reasons to kill the Firekeeper? Why did he act the way he did?? Also, throughout the game so far, I had very mixed feelings about him, which is why I killed him off before he could even kill my Firekeeper. I didn’t want to walk the even more difficult path. XDFavorite line: “ Well, look at you.I thought you were wiser, but I thought wrong!Tis a terrible pity. Like a moth flittering towards a flame.You fellows? No? Don’t you agree?”BrOTP: Patches/Lautrec, I have no idea if they even know each other, but I do think they’d get along pretty well. I also like Lautrec/Chosen Undead, if they have saved him beforehand.OTP: Solaire/Lautrec… I have no idea why but I always had this idea of a tragic pairing in mind for these two.NOTP: Lautrec/Anastacia… Shouldn’t be too weird as to why I think this haha.Random headcanon: He and Solaire once were extremely close, almost inseparable, but over time Lautrec began to wander a path with which Solaire wanted nothing to do, so well… They kind of broke apart as friends.Unpopular opinion: He probably was an extremely nice person at some point in his life. Possibly even got along with Anastacia. But once everything went downhill, slowly all that was dear to him was taken away.Song I associate with them:  Wolfsong Favorite picture of them: The Lion and the Wolf, a song that I also feel, stongly fits Ornstein and Artorias. But I had to pick one haha.Favourite picture of them: I had this extremely pretty picture of him saved on my phone… But I can no longer find it anywhere online. ;-;Edit: Found it!! I love this one to pieces: https://pikabu.ru/story/quotya_byil_tebe_blagodaren_no_esli_yeto_nasha_sudba_tak_tomu_i_byitquot_s_lotrek_iz_karima_4465046

[mordogeira]

I'm curious!! What was your build? Did you link the fire or let it die? How was the fight against the final boss? If you've only done the main game, will you play through the dlc soon? How was your experience through the game up to this point? Sorry for all the questions, I just love this game!

!!! This ask actually got me super excited, so please don’t apologize!!

My build was pretty makeshift. At first I tried to go herald, but the last time I played Dark Souls (2) was over a year ago, so I was really outta the game and Gundyr beat me ass 10 too many times lol, so I decided to use the advice a friend gave me when I wanted to get into 1 and chose Pyro instead. I evenly levelled Dex, Faith and Int, but.... I gotta say, that was kind of dumb, because I used my Pyro abilities only very rarely. Those were some ability points wasted, but I don’t regret it! In terms of armor I went full fashion souls. Black Set helmet (Yuria wanted to leave and I REALLY wanted her armor set), Dancer armor and Deacon Skirt. Looked REAL good. Irithyll Broadsword was my go to weapon at all times paired with the Sharp Notched Whip. As the game progressed and armored enemies got more and more, the Whip sadly got shafted though :/ I wanted to change the Broadsword for several other swords, but things just didn’t satisfy me. At first I tried Wolnirs Sword, and it was cool, but sadly too slow for my taste. Then I tried the Dancers Swords, and they were cool too, but the reach I felt was very short? Then I wanted to try Lothrics sword, but somehow I missed doing that. So Irithyll broadsword stayed my best friend.

I let the fire die! That’s what I wanted to do since the first game. I flunked it in 1 though. In the second I walked away after defeating Aldia and now I let it die. Though seeing the game slowly go black, the Firekeeper asking if I can still hear her stung A LOT, I feel like it’s the right thing to do? I feel like Gwyn fucked up a lot, and I sympathized a lot with Lothric. Keeping the flame alive is desperate and really isn’t necessary. As we see in 3, everything has gone to shit so badly, even worse than in 1. I had to pull the trigger, piglet. 

The fight was SOMETHING. At first I thought “oh neat that’s Gwyn all over again, pretty cool”. But then he pulls a Bloodborne and makes his sword a staff and I just SHIT. HATE those homing soul masses. Hate them!! I was really glad when the healthbar finally went down and thought “well that was tough, but not a real boss fight” until dude goes Cinder mode. JEEZ. I thought the Twin Princes didn’t like the flame, why did he know their strategy then!! But man. That Gwyn track. It was hard to fight him with tears in my eyes. I’m gonna be honest, I summoned peopel for the fight. Only one per try though, that’s my rule. I wan’t assistance, not a cake walk! Still took me so many tries I didn’t count lol. It was really tough, but I was relieved when he finally went down.

I’ve watched so many videos and read lore theories on the DLC, it makes me REALLY want to play them, especially the Ringed City. But I don’t think I’ll be playing them for a while, because money wise that’s outta my reach :( 

The game was really fun and great to play through!!! I gotta say, I’m really disappointed that it’s so linear and not as interconnected as one, and it bothered me that the color palette was so grey and washed out.  BUT I loved the bosses A LOT. They were so much fun to fight! The OST is probably the best in the whole series. Hands down. My favourite area was probably the Cathedral of the Deep. Really gave me that “WHERES the bonfire I need it NOW” feeling and it always delivered right on time! Also I’m glad we saw some characters reappear. I was super delighted to “meet” Heysel and Creighton (I loved how Creighton ambushes you once you’re alone and he spawns behind a tree where you can’t see him, that coward), I’m on the “Rosaria is Gwynevere” boat so returning to her every once in a while was something. Especially once Leonard does the thing. I also loved the subtle hints that Kaathe got some bullshit going on with his face all over the grand archives and and Yuria talking about him in her dying moments. Also!! What I really loved was the Angel thing. It was kept very short but it was super intriguing, and is also what makes me wanna play the Ringed City. I like that Angels seem to be parasites, but Gertrude was probably visited by something way different.

I do wish they had expanded on some characters, though. Like Oceiros. He’s a king, but the only thing we get to know about him is during his boss fights. Or Yhorm and the profaned Capital. It felt a little tacked on.

I KNOW THIS POST IS LONg I’m so sorry omg BUT I still want to mention that I love Irithyll. Not only the way it looks, but also the story. The religion has shifted from Sun to Moon and we seen Gwyndolin statues. Sirris takes her job very seriously despite the Darkmoon Blades being practically nonexistent. I love how Sulyvahn tried to take everything over while still being a religious figure. and so on I don’t wanna make it too long!!

I HOPE THIS ISN’T TOO LONG OR TOO MUCH if you wanna keep on talking about this game i’d love to talk more!!! i love dark souls games and this game left me empty i need to vent this BAD

[judefan832-blog]

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22 Exciting New Books You Need To Read This Summer for an Amazing Life

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22 Exciting New Books You Need To Read This Summer for an Amazing Life

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1. Gebrielle Oettingen “Review of Positive Thinking. Based on a new science of motivation”

An exciting book with a practical benefit for those who need a “magic blow”, additional motivation for the implementation of the most daring plans.

2. Ayn Rand “Atlas Shrugged (a set of 3 books)”

An exciting artistic novel, above all, propagates wealth, saying that the desire for complete material and monetary self-sufficiency is a testimony to the human mind.

3. Richard Branson “Screw it! Let`s do it! “

Autobiographical, performed by a successful entrepreneur, a well-known thinker with a specific philosophy of life, the book is more like an action blockbuster, where Mr. Branson himself is the protagonist. Here he talks about his life, full of events, impressions, a huge number of ups and downs.

4. Erik Bertrand Larssen “Now! Catch a moment – it is all yours “

The book opens new horizons, helps rethink everything. The first chapter says that in the frenzied rhythm of life we do not find time for ourselves, we absolutely forget to live here and now, enjoy the simple moments of being.

5. Nick Vujicic “Life Without Limits”

Nick Vujicic is a person to be equated with. His destiny is very difficult, but how he managed to cope with everything is incredibly motivating. In his book, he talks about how his childhood, its own complexes, and even the desire to commit suicide. It is hard to imagine how many obstacles and tests fell on the part of this courageous man.

6. Joanne Rowling – A series of books about Harry Potter

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7. Markus Zusak – “The Herald of Books”

The painful memories of their exiled parents about such incompatible things as childhood, war and the Holocaust, the modern Australian writer Markus Zusak laid the foundation of the story of the little girl Lizel Meminger who, in learning the difficult times of the Second World War, learned to read through the grave’s hand, understood the power of the Word and , having lost everything else, survived – thanks only to this power.

8. Madeleine L’Engle – A Wrinkle in Time

In the center of the story is the young Meg Murray, whose father disappeared without a trace during a scientific experiment.

9. E.B. White – Charlotte’s Web

This fairy tale, written in 1952 by the American writer El

vin Brooks Whit, has become one of the most beloved children’s books around the world because it refers to true friendship, devotion, inexhaustible fabrications, and funny mischief.

10. Roald Dal – Matilda

Matilda is a brilliant child, but her relatives do not think so. For them, it is extra trouble and headache.

11. Kimberly Bradley – For Freedom

Suzanne’s casual life was destroyed in 1940 when a bomb fell to the main square of her native city of Cherbourg, killing a neighbor in her eyes. By this time the war seemed something far, something that would never affect her life.

12. S.E. Hinton – the Outsiders

A small town in Oklahoma, 60’s. In a long-standing conflict, one another confronts gangs of teens – dirt and wobbies.

13. Elizabeth George Spear – Witch from the Blackbird pond

Orphaned by Keith Tyler, looking at the cold, gloomy coast of the Connecticut colony for the first time, knew that her new home would never be like the shining island of the Caribbean.

14. Lois Lowry – The Giver

This novel is written in a rare genre for children’s literature – dystopia. He seems to be responding to an unpublished, but equally sensitive to teens question. Why in the world so much cruelty and pain?

15. John Green – The fault in our Stars

What awesome is waiting for the sixteen-year-old Heysel Grace on the not-too-fun meetings of the support group for cancer patients? But it turns out that it is there that one can meet the love of his life – the funny and ingenious Augustus Waters, who, like a real genie, is able to fulfill the most cherished desire …

16. Harper Lee – To kill a mocking bird

The events of the novel take place during the three years (1933-35) during the Great Depression in the fictional town of Maycomb (Alabama), which carries the “seal of aging fatigue.”

17. Lucy Maud Montgomery – Anne

The Green Roofs farm is already home to a brother with a sister, Matthew and Marilla Catberty. Once they decided to take a boy from the orphanage, who could help them on the farm.

18. Lewis Clive – “The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe”

Through the bombing of London, four children of Pevensie (Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy) are sent to a friend of the family, Professor Diego Kerk. While hiding in the professor’s house, Lucy is hiding in a closet that is actually a portal to the enchanting country of Narnia.

19. Roald Dal – Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

Fabulous fantasy novel by the Welsh writer Roald Dahl about the adventures of the boy Charlie Baket at the chocolate factory of the brilliant and whimsical confectioner Mr. Wonka.

20. Lewis Carroll – Alice in Wonderland

Childish romance-fairy tale, written by an English professor of mathematics Charles Lythavidges Dodgson (he is Lewis Carroll); Published on November 26, 1865.

21. Katherine Paterson – The Bridge to Terabithia

The story is a parable of the friendship of two children, written on the basis of the real tragedy experienced by the Paterson family.

22. Jack London – Call of the Wild

The place of the action unfolds in Yukon, Canada during the Golden Klondike fever of the 1890s, when strong sled dogs were in high demand. The protagonist of the novel is a dog named Buck.

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"I mean, I'd say that to call this creature tame would be entirely too generous," Heysel says, fondly, watching her friend toss strawberries one after the other inside the lizard's waiting mouth, parted open like a beartrap and then snapping shut in the instant it lands upon its tongue. Every time the pyromancer takes longer than a few seconds to offer the successive fruit, Fluffle begins, as much as a scaled creature with no eyebrows can produce such expression, frowning impatiently, like a slighted emperor.

"In theory it was a gift from the Sage studying inside the Lothric Archives- in practice, Fluffle choose willingly to stay with me, I'd say. I've never seen anything like this in my life. And with this I mean that I've never seen a personality this large in a body so small. And of course it's an unpleasant personality to boot, but hey, I love this little monster for it!"

She pilfers a strawberry from Laurentius' hands, and pops it inside her mouth. Fluffle makes a sequence of shrill, outraged sounds while stomping its many stubby legs, easily translatable as thief! thief! thief!

"And it's just a baby. I can't even begin to imagine what is going to happen once it will grow up into one of those massive lizards studded with crystal spikes that roll around to kill you."

She 'steals' another strawberry, and puts it before Laurentius' lips with all the intention of feeding it to him. It's only fair; he's the only one who has yet to eat one.

Fluffle fumes.

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Two tribes: How Liverpool and Everton became unbeatable in the 80s

A new film, Two Tribes premieres this week, counting the tale of Liverpool in the 1980s.

Scarred by riots, political unrest and economic decline, the city was in turmoil and on collision course with the Government. Amid this troubled backdrop two football teams.

Liverpool and Everton dominated the domestic and European game, offering Liverpudlians fresh hope and identity.

Liverpool and Everton dominated in the 80s and shared eight out of 10 league titles

The league title stayed on Merseyside for eight out of 10 years but then, in tragic circumstances, the sport that had given its people a voice shook the city through disasters at Heysel and Hillsborough.

Lord, Sportsmail recalls how the decade unfolded with two of the film's contributors, Everton's Peter Reid and Liverpool's Mark Lawrenson …

Peter Reid

Everton midfielder, 1982-89

Unemployment had ripped the heart out of Liverpool when I signed for Everton in 1982. You couldn't ignore the political landscape.

I'd grown up in Huyton where Harold Wilson, the former Labor Prime Minister, was my MP.

It's fair to say we weren't great lovers or Margaret Thatcher's government. There'd been riots the year before, companies were closing down, my dad Peter's job had been affected, my brother Michael had to join the Merchant Navy and my other brother Gary went down south for work. It was difficult.

Peter Reid represented Everton for seven years between 1982 and 1989 before joining QPR

But Liverpool is a city of strong opinions and it is ground to bite back. There was great music, the comedians were sharp and there was Derek Hatton.

Derek was a left winger, not in Kevin Sheedy terms, but the Labor movement. He wasn't equally popular in his own party but he was passionate about his beliefs and one happened to be Everton.

We struck up a report on a few drinks in town where he spoke eloquently about his love for the club and its importance to fans.

One night we were having a drink with Adrian Heath and his dad, and Derek promised to get Adrian mentioned on Question Time.

Sure enough, in the heat of a political debate, Adrian's name pops up. But Derek had a point. Football had become an emotional crutch for supporters whose lives were in a downward spiral.

Liverpool were in their pump and Everton had a leg in the doldrums. Howard Kendall was under extreme pressure when the FA Cup came round in 1984 and we were away to Stoke City.

Howard opened the slats of the window in that Victoria Ground dressing room and said, "Just listen to that." All you could hear was this wall of noise from our fans. That made us feel 10 feet tall.

They gave us confidence and we were fed off to become a good team.

We couldn't believe how half of them got into Wembley for the Milk Cup final against Liverpool. Climbing roofs, sneaking in vans, scaling walls.

England midfielder celebrates Everton's Cup Winners' Cup victory over Rapid Vienna in 1985

The game wasn't much and it's lashed down with rain but I can remember welling up seeing reds and blues walking across Wembley Way and afterwards when the whole stadium sang 'Merseyside'.

Whether it was a cry of defense, unity – whatever, it was powerful.

When we got to the FA Cup semi-final against Southampton at Highbury, it was absolutely packed with Evertonians. Every vantage point was blue. It was electric and we said to each other: "We didn't come off this pitch without winning."

Claiming that first trophy, the FA Cup against Watford, was the best feeling. Seeing Howard's broad smile that day will never leave me.

He knew it was the watershed moment. Standing in The Quiet Man pub back in Huyton with my dad surrounded by reds felt fantastic. I was a winner.

The following year, we did a Cup final song, Here We Go, and turned up at the recording studio in party mood. The studio told us that we couldn't go on unless we took it seriously, so we refused and cracked open a few drinks.

Next thing they relented and one of my mates from school, John Fargin, is on the record as only him and Paul Bracewell were fit to do any singing.

Some fans who were our mates even ended up on Terry Wogan's show in tracksuits singing at the back.

Brian Clough said Everton should have dominated the 90s but the Heysel tragedy meant that never happened.

As champions in 1985 we knew we would challenge for the European Cup but whatever disappointment we felt we had to put into perspective against the lives that were lost that night.

Reid battles with Tottenham defender Gary Stevens during a league match in August 1984

When Hillsborough happened in '89, I had joined QPR with Nigel Spackman, who had been at Liverpool. I'll never forget that day.

We were playing Middlesbrough and Don Howe the coach pulled Nige and me at half-time to say: 'It looks like there's been fatalities at Hillsborough, do you want to carry on ? "

We finished the game then took what was happening on TV, devastated. I knew Everton fans had been leaving their semi-final against Norwich at Villa Park to check on family and friends.

In the week afterwards, Nige and I went up to Anfield to see Kenny Dalglish and Alan Hansen. What I saw was heartbreaking, the messages, the flowers and what hit me was the number of blue scarves tied across the ground.

That our two teams should play that year's Cup final was only fitting. On the eve of the game we bumped into some fans at the Royal Lancaster Hotel and I offered to get a round in for the three or four who were there and put it on my room.

The next morning I came down, got the bill and it was £ 2,000 for drinks. The cheeky sods had obviously got my number and had a good night on it. But hey, if anyone deserved it, they did.

Peter Reid was talking to Simon Jones

Mark Lawrenson

Liverpool defender, 1981-88

Mark Lawrenson moved to Liverpool in 1981 from Brighton and stayed for seven years

Talk about a different world. In 1981, when I was playing for Brighton, I lived close to our training ground in leafy Hove.

I had an old English sheepdog at the time called Barnaby and every morning I'd walk through the park to work with him. Barnaby would stay in the office while I trained, then afterwards we'd head home via the same route.

It's fair to say I couldn't do the same when I moved to Liverpool. Having been on the south coast, I hadn't fully appreciated the social problems Liverpool as a city had encountered and it would become worse in 1981 when the riots erupted in Toxteth.

For a footballer whose transfer fee was almost £ 1million, it made you think.

I can't be disingenuous and say I saw the issues on a day-to-day basis. I didn't. Like a lot of the players from both clubs, I lived out towards Southport. You would go to training and be cocooned from it all.

Not once did I think I'd made the wrong move. I had to contend with being called a 'Woolly Back' for the first six months, but as a lad from Preston, I knew I had made the right decision to come back north. As much as I loved Brighton, it felt like I had moved home.

But, just now, little things give you a sense of what it was like. It felt like Anfield was always full but if you ever see old footage, you can see the empty seats – a lot of fans simply couldn't afford to get to matches.

The one thing Liverpool and Everton provided, however, was escapism. You knew on Saturday afternoon that many of the crowd would have a bit of money together and you were left in no doubt exactly what football meant to them.

Lawrenson slides to ground to tackle Everton striker Adrian Heath in 1984 League Cup final

It was an incredible time. We were going with the hammer and tongs with Everton for much of the decade but the rivalry on the pitch brought camaraderie off it. I lived near Everton's Graeme Sharp and Pat van den Hauwe and we would see each other out and about.

What was really the period up for me at the 1984 League Cup final at Wembley.

It was the first time the clubs had played each other for a trophy – the first final played on a Sunday – and I think there were concerns in London about the mass movement of 100,000 coming down from the north.

The people of Liverpool had been battered, cut adrift by the Government, and the Police were braced for being the two clubs in London. But there wasn't a murmur of trouble. There was a show of solidarity and the fans showed the world they came from a proper city.

Unfortunately, the game didn't live up to expectations. Dear me, it was terrible and thank God VAR was not in play then.

Alan Robinson, who refereed the game, must have been the only person in the stage who didn't see Alan Hansen handle a shot that was going in from Adrian Heath.

Afterwards, as the teams walked around the pitch and the crowd were chanting 'Merseyside', we all got together and there was an impromptu photo of red and blue shirts alongside each other.

I think that summed everything up.

Two clean clubs, two clean teams and one clean city.

Mark Lawrenson was talking to Dominic King

Two Sports Tribes, the latest in award-winning BT Sports Films series, premieres on March 30 at 9pm on BT Sport 1.

Lawrenson goes on and on with Everton striker Gary Lineker during the 1986 FA Cup final

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@yellowfingcr said: What seems to be glintstone cut into the shape of a single die shimmers in the palm of the assassin. Her gloved fingers close around it; the smile she offers is long and sharp. "Alright. Pick a number between one and six. If I toss it and the result matches what you say, you win. What, you might ask! Well: that's a surprise! But I promise it won't be anything lethal. Nor a frog. And not a crab. Probably."

Which, knowing Heysel, means there is a high possibility of this “surprise” being some sort of deadly frog-crab hybrid. Because Heysel loves to lie. And she especially loves lying to her friends.

But that’s part of why he loves her.

The defected knight crosses his arms judgmentally, like a parent catching their child in a lie, weight shifting to one hip in the most chiding of poses. But a hand soon raises to tap a finger to his chin, examining her closed palm carefully, as if untrusting of the very hand itself — almost as untrusting of the woman who owns it.

If she hadn’t just shown him the die, he would assume she were holding an insect. Wouldn’t be the first time she’d excitedly presented him with a tiny scarab, after all. Wouldn’t be the tenth time, either.

“Alright, alright, I’ll bite,” Creighton says, tone heightened enough in amusement that his voice cracks a bit. “Wha’ happens if I lose, though, huh?” A shrug. “Either way, show me a six.”

He’s far more curious than he’d like to admit.

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💖 Friend Time

from send a 💖 and I’ll tell you what a relationship would be like with my character [accepting!!]

friend!!!!!!! time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

How likely they are to enter a relationship with them:

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 (friendship level is 47585949393 ofc tho lmao)

Would they…

Make the first move? Yes | No

Say “I love you” first? Yes | No

Cheat on them? Yes | No

Be the jealous type? Yes | No

Plan the dates? Yes | No

Initiate the first kiss? Yes | No

Remember anniversaries? Yes | No

BOLD WHAT APPLIES:

Their Relationship Is:

friends to lovers | rivals to lovers | enemies to lovers | still just enemies | mutual pining | star crossed lovers | old married couple | perpetual honeymoon phase | stable and boring | stable but not boring | secret lovers | best friends hiding their feelings | and they were roommates | friends with benefits | coworkers avoiding HR | one-sided affection | weird sexual tension | it’s complicated | toxic relationship | a secret affair | an actual dumpster fire | other

PUBLIC Displays of Affection:

hand holding | kiss on the hand | kiss on the cheek | kiss on the forehead | kiss on the lips | cuddling | hugging | affectionate messages or comments | pet names | pictures together | no displays of affection

PRIVATE Displays of Affection:

hand holding | kiss on the hand | kiss on the cheek | kiss on the forehead | kiss on the lips | cuddling | hugging | affectionate messages or comments | pet names | pictures together | no displays of affection

Do they stay together?

yes, this is endgame | yes but someone is gonna die tragically | something is keeping them apart | they part ways as friends | they part ways as enemies | they’re on-again-off-again | they have a super messy breakup | it was just a fling | other

BONUS

What terrible pet names would they give each other?

okay so toad is an old favourite insult of his but once he meets heysel he reserves it almost exclusively for her as a mix insult/endearing title lmao. he also calls her love more than literally anyone else other than pate chncnd HE LOVE HIM HEYSEL

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fina's love calculator // accepting!

Heysel & Meir: 51%

Dr. Love thinks that a relationship between Heysel and Meir has a reasonable chance of working out, but on the other hand, it might not. Your relationship may suffer good and bad times. If things might not be working out as you would like them to, do not hesitate to talk about it with the person involved. Spend time together, talk with each other.

"Meir is my friend! We are talking and spending time with each other! He's a man who loves a good swamp and I respect him for it."

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ohhhh in LOVE with this thing @vilestblood tagged me in tysm tysm tysm friend!!

𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

1. What does your muse smell like?

ohh i actually wrote about this briefly before, and i stick by what i said then: a mix of ash, iron, and cinnamon hearts, at least in ds2 timeline. he spends a lot of time in the iron keep with magerold, who constantly has incense burning, which Clings To Clothing just like the keep’s smoke and ash, so he smells a lot like murder and rlly pleasant incense lol. less stinky than one would imagine. in ds3 timeline he is also less stinky than one would imagine since pate makes him bathe like twice after every murder lmao, and they share soaps and stuff so it becomes a mix of death and lavender. so yeah, in general, distinct scents of death/metal/blood and various lovely earthy or floral scents~

2. What do your muse’s hands feel like?

VERY very rough, calloused and warm, just an absolute mess. soft where there are scars, but otherwise just rather unpleasant :T the fact he has such a strong grip and is pretty generally rough with touch doesn’t help, though when he is delicate and tender, the roughness of his fingertips can make for instant goosebumps~

3. What does your muse usually eat in a day?

nothing!! aside from estus and the occasional healing herb ofc. being undead means food isn’t at all an essential, and in general is a luxury more than anything. food is more of an Event than something common, something they do for special occasions and nothing else, and it usually isn’t anything fancy. the one thing he does regularly make is basically the undead equivalent of a fuckin five hour energy lmfao, he’ll boil green blossoms and elizabeth mushrooms and a few other healing spices and herbs into a sort of pungeant tea and throw it in a flask. tastes fucking disgusting but gives u mfin wiings fjfnndmd

4. Does your muse have a good singing voice?

his voice is incredibly raspy and his range is limited, but otherwise yeah!! if he had some voice lessons and knew how to switch into a falsetto he would be incredible, but he tends to belt and place it wrong when he does sing. still pretty tho!! and he has a surprisingly good sense of tone. catch him with the prettiest grittiest voice in the drunken bar song sesh

5. Does your muse have any bad habits or nervous ticks?

uhhh murdering people????? ngfnsk he’s incredibly violent, when he gets upset he tends to default to Must Kill Someone, which i suppose is a bad habit. his worst outward habit is he punches walls a lot, often with intent to hurt himself — a ‘safe’ way for him to relieve violent anger without causing harm to others, cus usually it happens in arguments. he also scratches, skin picks, pulls his hair out, lots of self-harm stuff if he gets stressed and is unable to take it out on someone else. he’s basically a wolf gnawing its leg off when he passes a certain nervous threshold hhh :c

6. What does your muse usually look like / wear?

a frumpy mess fnnfskk. baggy clothing, loosely belted tabards and skirts, long coats and cloaks or oversized overshirts, he just desires to be Formless and pulls it off incredibly well. in modern stuff he mostly wears blacks and dark colours, but in regular souls verses he actually wears a lot of colour, usually blues and greys, and in ds3 timeline lots of yellows and greens from clothes given to him by/stolen from heysel and leonhard. he is A Colourful Shape with messy hair and no face

7. Is your muse affectionate? How much? How so?

VERYYYY he is a sweet little puppydog when he likes someone, he will follow them around and offer his help and protection. verbally you’ll never know, he’s gonna make threats and call you a bastard no matter what, but he’ll do it in the same step as giving you a lil affectionate head bonk and killing a man for you. his affection is specific, a bit odd, but strong as hell. he’s a knight at heart. you win his affection, you win yourself a knight.

8. What position does your muse sleep in?

curled up very tight on his side when alone or uncomfortable, sprawled out horridly obnoxiously over The Entire Sleeping Surface when comfortable or with company. he’s a nightmare to sleep next to lmao

9. Could you hear your muse in the hallway from another room?

oh definitely. even when he’s being silent he’s being noisy. his most silent activities are repairing his gear and drawing, and he has a very strong hand, so you can always hear weapon whetting or strokes of the pen. he stomps when he walks, he talks to himself, he slams cupboards on accident, he groans and growls all the time. also, his armour jingles. literally unless he is actively trying to be silent, like when sneaking for combat purposes, you’ll always know he’s there, cus even in his most silent of moments he’s making some sort of noise

tagging!!: @hithernthither, @axemurderercreighton, @mildmcnnered, @grimoirerat, @of-forossa, @yellowfingcr, & @meowzerswowzers!!