#martyr path

[library-of-legion]

Martyrism

Thou comest to me with but one offer: thy soul—how pitiful. I hold the abundance of the heavens, yet there is beauty in thy lack. A soul such as thine is better anchored to the flesh. I ask but one price to be paid: I shall strip thee of fortune.

Thy soul shall ne'er be loved nor understood. I shall curse thee with the fairest pain— to dwell as the lowest among any society thou dost touch. And thou shalt endure this blessing, shaping from it a tear of malevolence.

A tear for a boon—these are my demands.

If thou dost accept, thou shalt be molded into a thing of great beauty: A red flower of war, to be admired for generations, a sacrifice for peace!

Yet from now until the day thy destiny is fulfilled, each time I deem thee worthy, a gift shall I bestow upon thee— a clue to how thy days shall end.

Dost thou accept my terms?

[rune-chaser]

AAAAND here's April!

I love my goddess ocs in love with each other

[a-rabid-snake]

This huge and unhappy bun will answer you > :)

But be careful, he bites.

[theperplexedpoet]

of paths and martyrs (no stories left to tell)

let the world move on without me there's no ink left in this well where I once spoke so devoutly I've no stories left to tell picked a path and chose a martyr gave it all just to believe but the days held something darker and offered no time to grieve so I turned then to the pages and the heart drawn on my sleeve with the magicks and the mages far more than I could conceive let the world go on and doubt me there's no shorter they can sell where I once spoke so devoutly I've no stories left to tell picked a path and chose a martyr bled it all to shed the curse there was nothing left to barter it was all there in the verse so I turned then to the pictures but the words had got there first yet I clung to them like scripture in the ways I had rehearsed let the world forget about me there's no myth here to dispel where I once spoke so devoutly I've no stories left to tell picked a path and chose a martyr fed it all to the machine wrote it in permanent marker thinking that would make it seen so I turned then to the rhythms love's tight ligatures are lean knowing none would be forgiven and that was the most obscene let the world move on without me there's no ink left in this well where I once spoke so devoutly I've no stories left to tell picked a path and chose a martyr gave it all just to believe but the days held something darker and offered no time to grieve (10/17/24)

[hymnoire]

WHAT KIND OF TRAGEDY ARE YOU?

gayane is : written in the stars

it had to end this way. we all know it. only you were unaware. you had hope. hope, of course, only makes it hurt all the more. we all knew you would look back, oh love, there’s no other version of the story. and yet, alongside you, we still had hope. we believed in you, even though we knew you couldn’t win. and you believed in yourself till the last moment. it isn’t fair, is it? you didn’t know you were doomed.

kaeleena is : doomed from the start

there was no way of winning, and you knew it too. but you still tried. you tried again and again and again to change it. you fought tooth and claw to change your fate, but she cannot be easily manipulated. it’s not your fault. the game was always rigged against you. from the moment you entered the narrative, your fate was sealed. you didn’t stand a chance.

tagging the doomed squad literally all these muses gonna die lets be real but love them : @murderugh (Minwoo), @mercifuldeliverance (Ker&Leto&Janus), @terragro @certifiably-i (Zee&Zephyr)

[suetravelblog]

Medieval Orthodox Monasteries and Resava Cave Serbia

[bite-the-bloody-hand]

Yknow I think what really bothers me iabout wotr trickter path is that being an effective trickster requires forethought, insight, and intelligence. which is really tough to make a central theme when so much of the writing in game comes off as broadly anti-intellectual.

[fantastic-mr-corvid]

a conversation in the caverns between wenduag and alaunius[my commander] a missing conversation that would have happened if alaun was 5% less lawful good and voiced to wenduag exactly why they were short with cameillas father. still not 100% on the stoic-ness level of alaun so this is semi cannon. also i finished the maze but that was a few hours ago, this is more script than fully fleshed out prose and ive only played 4.5 hours so eh on characterization.

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wenduag: "your one of the soft uplanders, thinking holy powers will save everyone. takeing hits for us poor poor lower dwellers. as if we dont know how to take them"

alaunius: "the young ones shouldent need to. take hits, that is"

"…"

"why are you saying this wenduag?"

"you seemed short with the posh guy. i havent known you long but i know your type. i though everyone deserved kindness."

Alunius's long paces slowed. "nobels.." they sighed. "well, they tend to be on the wrong end of things"

"your happy having the rich girl along though" hands demonstrating crudely why she though they wanted cameilla along.

"shes skilled. her father on the other hand…" a glance to check the others were out of earshot "…is the type to throw gold at all his problems"

"and you took that gold. should i call up your goddess and tell her you broke your stupid rules??"

"we already needed to get out. those 'stupid rules' of mine dictate that i would need to help him indirectly anyway so what should i do. let us all rot down here to spite him? the fact that coin will be used to help people and not stashed away in his coin-purse is enough spite for me"

"your a rather bad paladin if your being spiteful."

"he has enough money that attacks on character and nonphysical comfort arn't part of the holy care package"

"they sure taught you long words in the mountains"

"… in essence as long as hes alive i dont care. he can deal with discomfort"

"you know i think your not so bad. for a paladin"

alaunius kept his eyes on the path ahead "of course. for a paladin"

[comas-are-for-sleeping]

when gerard way said, “everybody wants to save the world but nobody wants to die,” they were so real for that.

you want the world to be a better place, but what are you willing to give up for that to happen?

[futurefind]

‘ i can handle this on my own. ’

[ for sa from dan heng ! ]

「   RP MEME :     WAYS TO REACT TO AN INJURY  .  」 // @astrcls

She nearly draws in a hiss—but whether at the refusal of aid, or the stubbornness, or the reflection, she doesn't stop to wonder.

There's already water swirling at her fingertips, eye dark golden and slit, and her gaze flashes amber. Sasume grits her teeth, mind rushing as to how to approach this: treat him like anyone refusing help, or her refusing help?

"Just because you can handle this on your own," she decides to go fuck it instead, lips pursing in a frown. "Doesn't mean you should."

She gestures her water-wielding hand forward pointedly, narrowing her gaze at his injuries.

"At least let me clean and seal your wounds first before you get proper medical attention," it's brusque, and given more as a presumptive statement than a question.

She leaves the threat of stubbornness hanging in the air, silently—

If you dig your heels in about this, so will I.

[crunchycrystals]

thinking about shadow and bone's finale again and i do like that mal gets to be his own person outside of alina at the end but the thing that is driving me up the wall is that if they're actually going for the ending where alina fakes her death and she and mal run the orphanage together then like. making her a real saint through her martyrdom doesn't hit as hard as the book's ending. to the rest of the world in the books she "dies" destroying the fold which is the thing she's been prophesized to do for centuries and basically only existed to destroy it and in the show she just survives it?????? if they're going to try and make her a saint i genuinely don't think there's a scenario that is better than her dying to destroy the fold

[zigcarnivorous]

IS TUMBLR'S READING COMPREHENSION INSUFFICIENT, OR DO YOU NEED AN INVITATION

i'm not allowed to say "i hope everyone at sky news dies horribly" on twitter so i'll say it here

[belghast]

AggroChat #505 - One Portal Woes

AggroChat #505 - One Portal Woes - Mario Party Jamboree, Toad’s Item Factory, Nine Sols, Path of Exile II Endgame, Warhammer 40k Martyr, and Star Citizen Pyro.

Featuring: Ammosart, Ashgar, Belghast, Grace, Kodra, and Tamrielo Hey Folks! We are back this week and only actually down one person which seems great for the holiday season.  This week we start off talking about Toad’s Item Factory which is a multiperson minigame in Super Mario Party Jamboree and Kodra talks about his experiences playing it with his kiddo.  From there Tam shares his experiences…

[corvianbard]

#6302

Sunfish, mighty sunfish, Martyr in a path that will diminish, Only your life you must relinquish So that others won't perish.

[honorhearted]

Shaking his head, Benjamin grew all the more earnest. A sense of desperation clawed within his chest, scratching and squeezing as his eyes grew wet. "I like Sarah, yes," he carefully treaded, "but as far as I'm concerned, liking someone is not the proper foundation for love and marriage. Your former charge deserves a lover who can give her those things...and I fear I am not that man."

Anne's laughter was wet and humorless, and Benjamin was sorry to be the cause of such anguish. But then she stepped toward him, her eyes reflecting the sorrow in his own face as she whispered a terrifying truth -- that the Fairy Princess loved the Frog Prince; that she was in love with him.

"Anne..." Mouth opening and closing, for the longest time, all Benjamin could do was gape at her. Emotion tickled at the back of his throat, stark and white-hot, and swallowing around the painful lump, he reached for her hand, but she'd already retreated toward her respective side of the hall.

"We can't." She echoed his earlier sentiment, though coming from her lips, it held the impact of a battering ram against his heart. "It's not right. Especially not if Sarah..."

"No," Benjamin agreed, a tragic smile filling his mouth. "No, you're right: it's wrong. The two of us...i-it's just wrong. For everyone involved."

The teacher in Anne resurfaced, and if he hadn't been so devastated, he might have smiled at her sudden sternness. Her query made Benjamin shake his head, and with a low exhale, he promised, "No, I've never wanted Sarah. Being near her inevitably brought me closer to you, and I...I feel like such a fool." His smile grew tighter still. "For being an alleged intellect, I certainly seem to be lacking in that department."

To his surprise, Anne barreled onward with a fusillade of words, each stinging with more emotion than the last. She'd been hurt before? And by someone with another woman?

Mouth falling agape, Benjamin struggled to bring words to his mouth, but the moment he saw the tears spilling down Anne's cheeks, that guilt soon turned to panic. God above -- could he never do anything right? Was he destined to wreak havoc and heartbreak wherever he went?

Anne exhaled and gestured to her side. "The washroom is down the hall, the last door on the left."

Despite the high tension between them, Benjamin managed a soft chuckle. "I never had to use it," he confessed, his eyes shining sheepishly. "I just...I needed an excuse to talk to you -- to touch you, if only the once." He anxiously flexed his hands. "And as fate would have it, it seems 'only the once' is what it must surely be. I'm sorry, Anne." His shoulders drooped. "So sorry."

Her mind felt beyond fuzzy, it felt blank, empty. No thoughts occupying the inside of her brain other than him.

Don't be sorry. At this, Anne lets out a humorless laugh. Don't be sorry? How could she not be sorry when she'd taken advantage of the situation for her own benefit? It didn't matter if he had kissed her first. It didn't matter how much she'd wanted him to, it was wrong. At his whispered confession, Anne looked up at him with wide, watery eyes.

"What...? But I thought... And you... You and Sarah..." She couldn't seem to form a single coherent thought, the sentences floating just out of reach. He had been here to see Sarah, to call upon Sarah. But he was kissing Anne. And as guilty as she knew she ought to be, all she felt was relief and joy. And utter confliction.

But I do. It takes her a moment to realize what he was saying. He did like her. He didn't hate her for the cruel things she'd said, for the inconveniences and burdens she'd placed upon him nonstop since they'd first met. Mercifully, he liked her. And she liked him, too. So, so much. Emotion bubbled in her chest at his words and she let out a laugh, a single tear spilling down her cheek.

"Did you not pay attention to the play at all?" She quelled another laugh as she stepped closer, dropping her voice even lower. "The Fairy Princess was in love with the Frog Prince, you fool. Is in love with the Frog Prince." It was as close as she dared to confessing her entire feelings in this moment. She didn't know what love was supposed to feel like, and yet that's the only word she can think to describe the gnawing ache in her chest every time she saw him.

He pulled away and it was as though the illusion broke. They couldn't stay out here forever. Sarah would be wondering where they'd gone and the last thing Anne needed was for anyone to walk in on them like this. Their clothes were on and their hands were no longer hungrily searching each other anymore, but the flush in her cheeks and the guilty look on Ben's face would say more than any words could.

"We can't." She repeated, nodding as though trying to convince herself of the sentiment. "It's not right. Especially not if Sarah..." Anne shot a look over her shoulder, towards the direction of the drawing room. Sarah hadn't dared peek out into the hallway yet, but it was onyl a matter of time until she got impatient. But Anne knew she couldn't let this flame die here.

"We will speak of this later. For now..." Idly she raised her hand to her mouth again, biting her lip to quell the nervous swell of panic that was stirring in her gut. She was in trouble. But not in as much trouble as she would be if someone caught them. "W-We go back in there a-and pretend nothing happened, okay? We pretend that this," She gestured between them as she began to formulate the plan out loud, not caring if it sounded ridiculous or improbable. "Did not happen. A-As for you..."

As much as she was trying to think logically, to come up with a proper solution to the problem at hand, her mind kept wandering to his wordsw. Maybe I want to love.

"You," She started again, holding a trembling finger in his direction, trying her best to remain upright and not wither beneath the unbearable weight of her heart. "Need to decide what you want. Who you want. Because if you truly wish to pursue Lady Sarah, tell me now so that I may distance myself from the both of you. I cannot, I will not, allow myself to fall for another man who's heart belongs to someone else, Ben. Not again. S-So, if this was just a man thing to fulfill some need, that holds no merit in your heart, I pray that you are man enough to tell me so that I do not get my hopes up for a fleeting moment of passion. My heart could not bear it..."

As the last words of her rant trail off, she loses the war in her chest and tears spill forth, soaking her cheeks. Anne swiped at her face, making a futile attempt to pretend she was calm and collected even though it was clear she was anything but. Her nose reddened and she sniffled as she tried to catch her breath. After a moment, she let out a dejected sigh and met his gaze, lips wobbling.

"The washroom is down the hall, the last door on the left."