#i kept it vague but yeah

[yardsards]

do people who have listened to taz balance but not graduation Know that it was HEAVILY IMPLIED that lup and barry eventually adopted a lil sorcerer child who got disowned by his family for his natural necromancy magic, and they taught him how to use his powers for good and were overall great parents that he looks back on fondly

(and said child grew up to be a dimension-hopping lich, caretaker of the dead, and very sweet adoptive father of a major npc)

[lovesickeros]

☆ you sow; & thus you shall reap what you are owed

{☆} characters tsaritsa {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings blood, violence {☆} word count 0.8k

You are dying.

Gold melts into the dirt, bleeds into the very earth that you'd molded by your own hands – a familiarity you do not understand the source of – you know it to be true, yet you do not remember it as Teyvat does. It weeps, in turn, for the way you bleed upon it, the way your lungs strain for breath.

It is fury and sorrow and fear and hatred so raw that your mind buckles.

You will die.

"A dying godling and its judge, it's jury – it's executioners," The voice is hollow and cold, sweeps across your broken body like the first chill of winter, "Archons who saw themselves Gods, now brought to heel by their own hubris."

A cold hand upon your cheek, the brush of a thumb across your lip, the gentle caress of cold across your skin. You know her – you don't remember, you shouldn't recognize her but you do – and she knows you. The cold beckons and you follow, let her kindness settle in the hollow space of your chest. You want to speak, to cry and scream and rage, let the world burn around you in a fit of flames so hot even she cannot contain it – but she silences you, quiets the anger seeping into your blood, quiets Teyvat itself.

"Do not speak, little godling. Guide my hand," She is cold; her hands are not gentle, yet it is bliss compared to the callous, cruel hands that have shattered you. She is cruel and cold and brutal but she is love in the way she kisses the crown of your head. She is love in the way she is the bulwark between you and the world that has scorned you – she is fury in the way she brings them to their knees. "And I shall enact judgement most divine."

They will pray for forgiveness, and they shall find themselves wanting.

"It wasn't our fault!" They cry, but you cannot recognize the voice – it breaks and cracks like glass. "They were too human. How were we meant to know? We– we thought they were.."

Silence.

You watch your judge – the executioner, the blade that shall carve their sins into the very marrow of Teyvat, stand above you like death. As cold as winter and just as brutal. Your temple has been painted in the gold of your divine blood, and she shall complete the masterpiece with their own. The Archons shall become the grandest art in the world – this temple the canvas, their blood the paint and their bodies the palette. The cold that cuts sinew cradles you – it sings to you, whispers sweetly in your ear and carves bone from body in the same breath. The cold presses it's lips to your wrist and it cradles a heart within it's palm – judges them and finds them guilty.

It is her spear that rests between their ribs, her sword that dissects and her dagger that carves – the cold devours.

In the breadth of this divine sanctuary, the Archons dwindle. They become the pieces of a divine work of art, they bleed and bend and break upon her hands. She shakes the heavens and carves mortality into the bones of the divine – your word is Law, and you weave their deaths into the roots of Teyvat itself.

They shall know of their grand folly in every moment henceforth and longer still and they shall weep.

And as the curtain falls, as the world crumbles beneath fist and blade, she cradles your face between hands too cold – as gentle as a shard of ice between your ribs, as brutal as the kiss of gentle snowfall. The world buckles at the loss of six, but she alone does not allow it to break – you will have to mend the wounds of the world when you are well, but today you weep and Teyvat weeps with you.

And alone, the cold remains.

Stone has eroded, the wind has ceased, the flames have been extinguished, the storm has been silenced, the forests have gone quiet and the seas go still.

But the cold remains, bathed in gold.

It wraps you in thick furs, cradles you against the winter storm that brews beneath a veneer of composure. It brings you home – lets the world settle into a stillness and silence that inspires only dread and still she presses a kiss to your brow.

It is cold, but there has never been something so warm.

Where hands have broken you, she drapes you in furs, wipes away the thick gold that clings to your skin. She pieces you back together where you have been shattered, reshapes you where you have been bent – makes of you something new. Not a god and not a mortal but something wedged between them.

But you are yourself.

And you are where you belong.

They shall put you back together and you shall know only the worship worthy of the divine. They shall carve this world into your image, tear out and burn away the rot that festers.

All you need to do is say the word and they shall be your tools to make this world your own.

One word and those who wronged you shall burn, too.

Just one word. That's all it takes, and they shall take away your pain.

[dootznbootz]

I went on tiktok to just watch some silly Odysseus videos but then I mostly saw people going like "Yeah, maybe Odysseus cried on Calypso' island every day but honestly he had that coming after what he did Achilles and Patroclous/Circe!!!" and "Everything that happens in Odyssey is deserved cuz he took Patrochilles to war!!!" and "I feel so bad for Circe and Calypso and Penelope, they deserved better!!!"

For fucks sake I beg you, read anything different from Millers bs and like educate yourself- And please stop goddamn saying that rape victim. deserved it.

Circe probably didn't give a flying fuck, Calypso is a rapist and abuser and Penelope deserved everything she wanted and SHE WANTED ODYSSEUS

I think I've had enough internet for today, imma go wash my eyes with bleach. Anyways sorry for ranting here, i hope you don't mind it lmao

It's alright. I absolutely understand the vents about the whole thing. :'D No one deserves to be a victim of such a thing no matter WHAT they've done. I hope your eyes are okay after the bleach

Like Odysseus does so many fucked up things but Calypso and Circe? He is the victim. Period. It's very clear that Odysseus is in extreme distress on Ogygia. And Circe wasn't some sort of FwB situation. There's fear and numbness in the language he uses when talking about it. There's so much victim blaming and it SUCKS.

Even then, Odysseus' journey was kind of about "temptation" or just straight up "Die or get out of my sea." From Poseidon. "I don't want you in my waters so I'm gonna try and give you things that will keep you on land or just kill you."

Immortal goddesses wanting you would be many people's dream come true but not for Odysseus. And I think that's the point. His determination, how he clawed his way back into the arms he never wanted to leave in the first place, is incredible. Many people would've given up and just started a new life but he never would because no life he could ever create would compare to the life he had before. Even if it's different, it's what he's always wanted.

He literally tells Calypso "I'm not stopping until I'm home. I don't care if I suffer more until I do. I'm going home."

“Mighty goddess, do not be angry with me over this. I myself know very well Penelope, although intelligent, is not your match                                          to look at, not in stature or in beauty. But she’s a human being and you’re a god. You’ll never die or age. But still I wish, every moment to get back to my home,                                                       to see the day of my return. And so, even if out there on the wine-dark sea some god breaks me apart, I will go on— the heart here in my chest is quite prepared to bear affliction. I’ve already had so many troubles, and I’ve worked so hard                                  through waves and warfare. Let what’s yet to come be added in with those.”

(Book 5, Johnston)

Circe's a goddess and what happened is nothing like Dionysus and Ariadne and Apollo and Hyacinthus for example. Circe never gave Odysseus a crown of stars and he would never go out of his way to kill 120 people for bothering her. They did not love each other and he can't refuse as she's a goddess.

If you interpret them sleeping together the entire year,(It's only explicitly said that they had sex once so that's what I go with personally.) that doesn't mean he was happy with it! Even then, the whole situation is not what a healthy FwB should look like! I'm asexual and even I know that no one in a FwB situation should have to BEG in any way that basically says "Please let me go or kill me" with supplication!!! The fact that he leaves so quickly he forgets one of his men? The fact that during Elpenor's funeral, he doesn't greet Circe himself? He was avoiding her. Wouldn't he want to get "one last night together" during Book 12 if they were fwb? 🙄

It's bonkers to me that people hate him for being a "cheater" when A.) having multiple lovers wasn't uncommon in Ancient Greece, and B.) the two people he is explicitly said to have "cheated" with, weren't his choice. He wasn't actively searching for pretty women either!!!

As mentioned, while it was common for men to have many lovers, Odysseus never had any listed unlike some of the other men. (not bashing any of them. I'm just making a point in comparison.) He also has no other children besides Telemachus in Homer's works. There's no evidence of him having other lovers other than speculation. (funny enough, I once read somewhere that the reason why Odysseus is so mean is because he doesn't "bond" enough with the other soldiers. 😂)

Does that mean he didn't have other lovers? Technically, Nope! It's just never explicitly stated either way. He has slaves but none were ever said to be concubines or that he sleeps with them. He has deep bonds with his fellow soldiers but that doesn't mean he sleeps with them. That doesn't mean people can't write or talk about him doing so even though it's not mentioned! Just like it also means that someone can write him not doing so as there's nothing that says it either way in Homer's Works! :D

It's fucked up when people say "He didn't try to leave Calypso enough" or something of the like. It just tells you how A.) they didn't read the Odyssey or have piss on the poor reading comprehension or B.) ...you should probably stay away from that person...

With Circe though??? I can understand the confusion but digging deeper and looking at the text, he wasn't having a good time. Or at the very least was walking on Eggshells the whole time. I hate bringing up that essay over and over again but like...I literally wrote everything there.

I also don't like how people take Circe's morally gray-ness away from her. Let her do something fucked up to be fucked up!!! Let her traumatize Odysseus!

Idk, I kind of hate that I'm "known" for this but I relate to this idiot asshole a lot and it means a lot to me that his story, despite what happens to him, has a happy ending :'D

[archengazelle]

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WE F*CKING WONNNNN ??!?! !! 🤯🔥🤯💥 IM INSANE LETS FCKING GOOOOOOOOOO AAAAA!! 🎉🎆💥✨🌟🎉👑🌟✨💞 I’M ACTUALLY SPEECHLESS I’M SHAKINGG

[likesdoodling]

Decided it was about time I faced my fears head on... Foreshortening. I am coming for you. >:D

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA

[moths-in-hats]

moodboard: scott x lydia

Scott goes missing. Lydia looks for him.

[edwinisms]

see I can’t accept charles’ comic background and socioeconomic status as canon for the show because if I did that would mean the whole group would be a bunch of rich kids and that’s a horrifying concept

[fastfists]

Oh, since I should mention...my Knuckles doesn't really have a 'set age' per say. On his bio while it does say 16-19, I kind of leave his age ambiguous just for my own peace of mind and sanity. ...might change in the future but I just don't feel like trying to calculate any of that or dealing with certain people. Least at this moment.

[tiktaaliker]

so. heres another one

this one took me like. probably >40 tries over the course of 4 days to get all the way through without tripping over anything too badly hence my little celebration at the end there lol

bit of backstory/context here: blackboxwarrior is my Ultimate Vocal Stim. its long and its complicated and i have a fucking AWFUL stutter so it takes some serious work to get all of it out which makes it perfect for me. you might notice that i start out relatively slow but by the end im going EXTREMELY fast. thats because this is what i also call a "momentum" song for me because there are a LOT of points where i cant help it but to speed up so if i dont start out slow it turns into vocal soup. which is typically ok for singing it under my breath but does NOT work for a recording. i also had all the vereses completely memorized but i had to reference the lyrics for the monologue- i think i have it memorized now tho because of how many attempts this took haha

[mayasaura]

Just something that has been nibbling at me. Besides Harrow, John and Gideon and any of the surviving Great Aunts who knows about that whole detail of Harrow's conception? Because it being Harrow who for understandable reasons is not unbiased about it, Gideon who doesn't know necromancy that well besides bone stuff via osmosis and John... Look Palamedes, Cam, Abigail for the short list may have put the Lyctorhood treasure hunt on hold back in book 1 if they got a whiff of that.

Besides Harrow, Gideon, John, and the Great Aunts if they're alive? No one. Unless there's someone Harrow doesn't know about, which I suspect there might be.

Possible candidates for who else might know about the circumstances of Harrow's birth:

1) Whoever helped her parents invent the ritual, if they had help.

2) An unknown number of people on the Eighth. Glaurica wasn't told anything about the ritual, but she knew enough. I'm still waiting to see if Gideon deciding not to tell Harrow about that information leak will have consequences.

I think it's very likely there are Implications of the whole event that have been waiting in the wings for their big number. How did Harrow's parents, two bone adepts, invent such a complicated working of flesh and spirit magic? Why did they sacrifice their House's future for it? There's a likely motive in Nona, but if they knew about that, then their reaction to Harrow opening the Tomb no longer makes sense.

Then there's the real kicker: What little analysis we do have from uninvolved necromancers. John asked Harrow how she'd come to be, because just looking at her he saw something confusing and inexplicable. Abigail counted more than one hundred and fifty unique spiritual signatures to her. John said what her parents did was like powering a sewing machine using a nuclear detonation. The egg that would later become Harrow should have been obliterated by the concentration of power. He also said what they did was a type of resurrection. We've seen a resurrection powered by a nuclear blast now, and I don't think his metaphor was a coincidence. There is something there, something the story has been avoiding direct eye contact with. What were Priamhark and Pelleamena making when they made Harrow? What did they know?

Abigail clearly had so much more to say, and while Palamedes' specialty wasn't in spirit magic, he and Cam were good at getting their heads around big pictures and novel theorems. So yeah, I would kill for a roundtable of trusted experts sitting down and trying to hash out what Harrow even is, and the implications therein. Then we might get some plot-relevant information without it jumpscaring us with a lead pipe first.

[cadrenebula]

Prompt #16: Third-rate

Keaira walked around the market stalls in the village she'd stopped at to rest for a few days. Traveling was nice but it could be exhausting at times. Though her timing put her in town on a market day for the village. It meant she had even more than the usual shops to browse. People from the nearby areas outside the village would be here to sell things too.

She did manage to find a couple items worth taking home to her small shop she was planning to run. Nothing quite the same level as the items in the back of her shop though. That was where the rare or dangerous items she found were put. She avoided selling those to just anyone. No these things would be in the front half of her business. Not everyone could travel like an adventurer could. So either way she was likely to make some gil from people who wanted items they couldn't get without traveling.

One stall in particular she nearly passed up. All the stuff for sale looked of rather shoddy quality. Not worth the gil the seller was asking for. But then she remembered she still needed to get back at her younger sister for a prank the last time she had been home to visit. Ruby was always excited to see what Keara brought home.

It wasn't a good use of her gil but it was worth it to see Ruby's dismay at the item. The girls were daughters of a weaver and a paladin of the Sultan's Sworn. They had learned early on how to tell the quality of goods they were buying. Ruby would make fantastic pissy cat noises when Keaira gave her this as a present.

Of course she'd not be entirely cruel to her baby sister. She did pick out a more average gift to be given after the gag gift. Nothing said she couldn't have a bit of harmless fun at her sister's expense in return for the prank Ruby had pulled.

[lazaruspiss]

catholic moment

[doctor-who-war-doctor]

After going to 5 productions of Punchdrunk/Emursive shows in the span of 14 months I finally got a 1:1! I remember going my first time being so scared of getting one thinking they would run up out of nowhere and grab me (yes I have anxiety)

But the last few times I've gone I've been trying to get one. I'll never forget the time I was following Sexy Witch; she looked me dead in the eyes and proceeded to sprint up 3 flights of stairs to her 1:1 room. I ran with her only to get cut off by someone at the last minute. Thats just how the show can be sometimes, I still love her.

Slight Spoiler Warning for L$T, I'll keep it breif and vague, no character names!

Moving onto my 2nd viewing of Life and Trust just a few days ago, I was following one of the many characters of the show and suddenly he asks for my hand! I eagerly take it and he sits me down and hands me some photos to look through. This was infront of a few people so I was very nervous. After writing down something I couldnt see in his journel he asks for the pictures back, puts everything away and leaves.

Now you'd think this is where my story ends but it gets better! I end up losing him but after a little frantic searching I found him. After a bit more following, some very wonderful scenes and beautiful choreography, he asks for my hand again.

I am shocked as I'm wearing a very distinct shirt so I know he knows he's choosing me again. Honored I take his hand once more and after some gentle guidance he leads me up the ledge he's on and takes me to a private 1:1 area. He performed an amazing monologue and leaves me with a parting gift before he guides me back to the public space again. We are alone and he says a few more things to me before he breaks away to contine his loop. I was and am in awe. Unfortunately I did not get to see the end of his loop as I lost him again, that's alright though, it was basically time for me to find another character to follow anyways :)

This is a very long winded way of saying thank you for making me feel special, thank you for being so gentle and making sure I was safe. Im so glad you were my first 1:1 it was at the level of intensity I was hoping for. I know you probably treat everyone that way and I'm glad you do because I can't wait to come back for more, I feel really confident about 1:1s now.

And yes this has sealed the deal for me. I love this show and I am absolutely itching to get back, darn my expensive hobbies!

[halfdeadwallfly]

i'm so combustible today

[dootznbootz]

I love historical buildings made into something new! We got the Bookstore that used to be a bank from the 1900s! We got the Souvenir gift shop that used to be a cheese shop! And finally, we got the homemade candy, coffee, and ice cream shop that used to be a bar/brothel from the 1890s!

✨History ✨

[daandova]

none of this is worth it without you.

the horse was finally saddled. months of things they'd collected over time here at waterdeep had already been sent in a small caravan back home so that it'd be easy for father and daughter to travel light and quick. so why did it feel like her chest was caving in ?? you can still send him letters , ari. haldir's hand is heavy on her shoulder. and we can always come back. but your father needs us home for a bit. and while she knew it to be true, the young tiefling also knew it just wouldn't be the same. ( that there'd be a stack of them unsent in her room. ) still , she turns at the sound of gale's approach and with no time they're embracing. two particles strung together , entangled so that , unbeknownst to them , no matter how far apart they were they'd always come back together. i can't do it without you. muffled against her shirt as they cling so desperately together. red fingers dig into the fabric of his clothes , the silk of his hair as valvari fights to express the same sentiment. no , dad's right , you have to leave as much as you don't want to. as much as you'd cave and stay if he'd only ask. " you're gonna be so great without me. promise. i'll come back. . . and then you can tell me all the great things she's having you do. you'll see. "

now they sit upon a weathered blanket , the tiefling cradled in between his legs , leaning back against his chest so she can look up at the recreation of canopies they'd sat under together ages ago , one he crafted just for her. please , just a moment of peace amidst the dour heaviness the cursed lands were suffocating them with. it's warm. like a last fall day as summer says it's goodbye , before the cold of winter creeps in to your veins. he speaks , chest rumbling beneath her and she realizes she'd been holding one of his hands so that both their blackened limbs connected [ ... ] entangled particles who were at opposite ends of the world affected in near the same way. " you said something like that back then. do you remember ?? " except this ─── oh this rang deeper , made her heart swell greater. gods she's happy. for the first time in a decade , for this fleeting moment surrounded by everything that is him , as her entire body finally rests , she's content and she wonders if this is what those books always speak of when they sing songs of love.

valvari twists just so to look up at this wizard , wrought in burden she could only wish to lift from him. whom she wished she'd fought much harder for back when it mattered. here , on a silver platter , she's given one more chance. " then stay with me. trust me. CHOOSE ME. " not her. for once don't do what she wants. " please. " i could make you so happy , as happy as you make me.