#prophetic fools in fantasy

[joncronshawauthor]

Why Fools Matter: The Hidden Depths of Fantasy Jesters

In fantasy literature, few characters are as intriguing and multifaceted as the fool. Far from being mere comic relief, these jesters often possess a depth and complexity that belies their seemingly frivolous roles. Today, we’ll dive into the fascinating world of fantasy fools. We will explore how these characters serve as more than just purveyors of jokes and riddles. The Fool’s Wisdom:…

[zoophagist]

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙷𝙰𝚄𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚂𝙴 ?

The Dark Entity

You’re not from here. You don’t need what they need. Their fear is so…. trivial. They are small, so very small compared to you. They eat and walk and cry and laugh. You just watch. It’s fascinating really, their little rituals and their meaningless concerns. Sometimes you envy their small joys, or even their modest pain. They don’t know what it is to wait in the dark, unfeeling, as time passes over you as eternal as the sea. But my, how you are glad to have guests again. You see, over your many years, you've become aware of a secret: Fear tastes sweet.

TAGGED BY stolen from my other blog hehe TAGGING @a-bloody-dowry, @elisethetraveller, @gloryseized (👀 i see that jonathan muse) @vyrulent (for lucy or jack!)

[chloristoflora]

"You spent so many years at Clerres. As a child, you laboured long in the scroll-rooms. Your own dreams were stored there. You feel nothing?" Prilkop asked quietly.

"I feel many things right now. Relief is one of them." Beloved stared coldly at the falling walls of Clerres Castle. "Satisfaction that what was done to me will never happen to another child."

"And the children that were in there?" Prilkop was outraged.

Beloved shook his head. "This is the vengeance of dragons. No one can stop it." He turned to look at his friend and his voice was terrible. The voice of a prophet. "I spent him, Prilkop! I plunged FitzChivalry into death, a dozen times! No one can know what that cost me. No one! This is my future, my path, chosen by me, as the White Prophet of this time! Are you so blind? He and I, we did it all! We brought the dragons back into the world." He turned away from all of us. Arms crossed on his chest he shouted, "SERVANTS! You made this path! Long before I came into the world, you set us on this rutted route to this future. When you killed and destroyed for your own comfort, when your own wealth and power were all you cared for, this is the path you created! You delayed this reckoning." His voice dropped lower and suddenly he was coldly calm. "But my Catalyst and I have won. The future is here, and the vengeance is greater than even a prophet could predict." His voice, so grand a moment before, cracked and broke as he said, "Bought with his death."

The sea wind blew past him and his pale hair stirred slightly in its passage. I did not have to touch him to see that he had been a nexus. For one instant, all the possible paths that had been shone around him. Then they moved, converging into one bright way before it, too, exploded into a thousand, thousand paths. They dazzled my eyes and I could not look away. But abruptly, he dropped his hands and he was just a slender pale man as he asked on a sob, "Do you think I would undo one moment of my Catalyst's work?"

He knew, as I did, that it all had to end. Beloved was as much the Destroyer as I had ever been. Pull out the deepest root of the weeds. I did not know I was going to do it, but I stepped forward. I took his gloved hand in mine and we stood, staring at Prilkop.

Assassin's Fate, by Robin Hobb (Fitz and the Fool Trilogy #3)

[witchesofvaliant]

✦ Minor Deity Monday - Morpheus ✦

Welcome to the first of a series!

The first episode of this series starts off with Morpheus, the Greek Shapeshifting God of Dreams and the leader of the Oneiroi, personifications having to do with dreams, or dream spirits (aka daemones).

Who is he?

The name of Morpheus (Μορφευς) means "form" or "shape" and he is known specifically for being the Oneiros who personifies the human form in dreams, taking the shape of various humans and being able to copy the exact voice and mannerisms of the being as well. He also is known to have delivered dreams to humans, and at times delivered messages or prophecy through these dreams.

Mythology

In mythology, Morpheus is considered leader of the Oneiroi, dream daemones, children of either Nyx (Night) and Erebos (Darkness) or of Hypnos (Sleep) and Pasithea (Relaxation), that are called brothers with each other, with the three Oneiroi mentioned in mythology being Morpheus (Form), Phobetor (Frightener), and Phantasos (Fantasy).

Morpheus, along with the rest of the Oneiroi are said to "sleep" in a cave in Erebos (with either Hypnos or Erebos) that is located in the Underworld. The Oneiroi seem to tend to be "sleeping" under the effects of poppy seeds which exist in the cave they reside in. The Poppy plant contains opiates, which is where morphine is derived from. In low doses, it causes drowsiness, sleepiness, and a mild high.

There isn't much mention of Morpheus specifically throughout mythology, with the most prominent of myths including him being in the story of Alcyone and a suspected theory of Morpheus being the unnamed Oneiroi who gave Agamemnon a dream in the Iliad.

Alcyone and Morpheus

After the death of Alcyone's husband, Hera feeling terrible for the situation, had Iris go to Erebos, where Hypnos and the Oneiroi reside, and told Hypnos that Alcyone needed to be told of her husband's death. Hypnos then enlists Morpheus, who fit the situation best as he then goes to Alcyone in the night, and takes the form of her dead husband, copying his voice and mannerisms perfectly, and telling her that she had lost her husband.

Agamemnon's Dream

In the Iliad, Zeus wished to give victory to Achilles during the Trojan War, so to do this, he planned to fool Agamemnon first. For this to work, Zeus enlists the help of Dream (who is suspected to be Morpheus), who turns into Nestor, an advisor to Agamemnon, and speaks to him in his sleep making him believe Zeus is on his side. By doing this, Agamemnon follows through on this fake advice and makes a tactical error, losing in battle instead.

Personal Gnosis

In my personal experience, Morpheus, alike to how he is thought to be in myth, he seems to appear as a young man or entirely cloaked in shadow, either way having dark/blackened angel-like wings, and standing far above even a tall human height. He does also live in Erebos, within the Underworld, with the other Oneiroi.

I also personally feel him to be nonbinary, but primarily male-presenting, so "he" or "they" works!

His attitude can tend to be stoic but with a dark sense of humor, at times being fairly serious when he truly needs you to know something and more mischievous when you fail to pay attention to him, especially if you're in a dream with him. He's a wonderful guide and teacher especially in terms of dream work and has actually helped me quite a bit with understanding lucid dreaming much better. Additionally, as I've seen some talk in a few spaces of liminal deities, I'd consider Morpheus one, especially as a deity known for changing shape and existing primarily in the world of dreams.

He's connected to the element of Air, and the colors silver, black, dark blue, grey, and gold.

The three primary epithets I know him as are: - Winged Guide of Dreams - Focuses on his dream and guiding aspects - The Dark Messenger - Focuses on his prophetic aspects - The Shifting Shadow - Focuses on his more liminal and transformative aspects

Further Resources on Morpheus:

https://www.theoi.com/Daimon/OneirosMorpheus.html

https://www.greeklegendsandmyths.com/morpheus.html

https://www.thecollector.com/morpheus-greek-god/

https://olympioi.com/demigods/morpheus

https://www.greekmyths-greekmythology.com/morpheus-the-god-of-dreams/

Divider by @enchanthings

[yes-these-obsessions-are-healthy]

The biggest missed opportunity with the Dalish was completely abandoning the potential plot point set up by Trespasser and Tevinter Nights that Dalish and city elves were leaving and traveling to seek out the Dread Wolf. The reason for this scrapped plot point is essentially “We didn’t want to write the marginalized group as being the villains. The Dalish decide not to because the gods are so obviously evil.”

You fools. You cowards.

You could have totally written some Dalish/city elves as putting their trust and faith into Solas, and yes, be aligned as antagonists/obstacles to Rook and co. Oppression and marginalization can make people turn to extreme, dangerous, and self-destructive measures in the fight for their dignity and rights. Solas and Dread Wolf agents freed slaves in this time, you’re telling me they wouldn’t feel grateful and inspired to help him after that?

Posing the anti-god Dalish Veil Jumpers against the Agents of Fen’Harel would have been a marvelous exploration of how oppression can produce widely diverging philosophies and perspectives. “We will follow Solas as our ancestors did to liberate all elves” and “He is freeing slaves and making moves that are scaring the humans, something the Dalish and city elf elders haven’t been able to accomplish”.

But of course the twist would be that Solas is using these people to help him bring about the end of modern Thedas. He is weaponizing their faith and fervor for his own ends, conveniently withholding the reality that it’s very well that the number of dead will be incalculable, but they must hold strong because a world revolution isn’t bloodless and that “the ends justify these harrowing means”.

By shying away from exploring that, yes, sometimes the marginalized do fucked up things and end up following false prophets in their desperation for liberation (but those mistakes do not exclude them from that liberation), they painted a boring monolith that all elves not only know about the situation with the Evanuris being powerful mages, but they’re assholes that no one should bother listening to.

You created this indigenous ethnoreligion, revealed it to be based on lies, and then removed the opportunity to showcase the inevitable scenario where certain fervent believers would align themselves with the “god(s)” regardless out of misguided belief that their second coming means that the resurrection of the Elvhen empire has come, and/or because accepting the revelation that you’ve been worshipping slavers and put their slave marks on your face is too painful for some to bear.

We’ve been forced to swallow the Venatori’s vague pursuit of restoring Tevinter supremacy, why not explore the insanity that some people invariably fall into when they overcorrect the feeling of inferiority by going all in with supremacy?

Again, these themes would all lead back to Solas, the master puppeteer strategically preying on the hearts and minds of the oppressed, offering salvation and purpose and the dream of a future in one hand while holding a knife behind his back in the other. He pities them, he sympathizes with them, he mourns their suffering in his abstract, idealistic way. But he uses them even still, as a general uses his soldiers as cannon fodder. They do not realize what he is ultimately planning or its true cost. Some are so spiteful they wouldn’t care. Others cannot bear the thought of another betrayal. Yet others would gladly sacrifice themselves if it meant others in a next life would see Elvhen glory.

So, so, so many things that could’ve been done with this very thing they themselves set up, but instead of expending an iota of effort that could display they learned from their previous Western chauvinistic attempts at writing fantasy indigenous politics, they decided to completely forgo it. And then made the Qunari all savage-like again.

[the-lunar-library]

TO THE RAVENS

A stranger – an outcast – a secret plot... Could you fool them without making the whole city want to kill you?

Rejected by her clan, Akantha has few options. In the Roman lunar colonies, where people are winged and there are rumors of barbarians beyond the city walls, she knows to keep her head down and not hope for a great destiny – or anything beyond what the gods, the Romans, or her city allow a mere woman.

But then, a stranger enters her life, Alexandros the Peregrine, a mysterious golden prophet. He claims he can make the city his – and hers – with just their wits. He speaks as if the Romans can't hurt them. And as for the gods? He's about to make a god of his very own.

With humor, romance, and biting emotion, Akantha's story unfolds. Alexandros will change her life forever. Is he a savior who will bring her freedom, or is he a force far too dangerous for her to fall in love with?

Briefly:

historical fantasy

standalone (155K words), not part of a series

an adult novel, though older teens could also read it

Imperial Rome (160s CE), but set on the Moon

a young twentysomething heroine who's very much an outcast

a handsome, reckless stranger

a cult!

Warnings: Violence; non-explicit sex; issues surrounding forced, arranged, abusive, and underage marriage/sexual contact; child and infant abuse, including death; pervasive cultural misogyny; the strongest warning is that this is a book about a cult, and while sometimes I play up the humor and absurdity of their practices, there are times when I go into the various forms of abuse inherent to such a situation.

All of these warnings make the book sound very gritty and grimdark, but I don't believe it to be. None of the sexual or violent stuff is explicit, and overall I feel the message is hopeful. I consider the ending a happy one.

Is it similar to your earlier books, The Price and Prey of Magic and The Escape of Lady Aigle?

Yes: We have a female protagonist and a lot of female support characters. There's some romance, but it's not strictly a romance novel. There's a lot of questioning of characters' motives, how trustworthy they are, and how the heroine's decisions affect those around her. The characters are sometimes taken to dark and dangerous places, but emerge with hope. There are fantasy elements, but it's not a novel about quests or wizards.

No: It's set in the real world – sort of. The action is all on the Moon, but a lot of the world-building is based on historical research. It's saucier than Papom or Eola, discussing sex more overtly. I would say the tone is also funnier, though there are some heavy, more emotional moments. There's a focus on religion, both positive and negative elements.

I see bat wings, is the main character a demon?

No, not at all. She's a human with wings.

Do you have to be an expert in Greek and Roman culture to read this?

Definitely not. Anything that's vital for the reader to understand is explained within the story. Other things, like some brief references to Greek mythology, are thrown in to make it feel more immersive, but they aren't necessary to understand what's going on. There's also a glossary in the back, but you should be able to read through without needing it.

Do you agree with everything your characters say?

Absolutely not, and that includes the characters I like very much, like Akantha. The book is set in second-century Rome, so I did my best to reflect the attitudes of the times, even ugly ones. I don't want the reader to feel like they're in the twenty-first century with some Roman window-dressing. This isn't to suggest all my characters are awful people, but they're coming at some subjects from a very different cultural context than we do. Their perspectives are different and, sometimes, wrong.

Is this book pro- or anti-religion?

Because it's about a cult, and because it's set in the Roman empire, religion is examined quite a lot. In the cast, we have Greco-Roman pagans, Christians, and Jews. Characters voice a variety of opinions, but I didn't write the book to proclaim you should or shouldn't belong to any of these religions. The only religion the book says you shouldn't be part of is, well, the cult.

How much is this based on real events?

It was inspired by a real cult that existed in the second century CE as documented by the writer Lucian of Samosata. I took direct inspiration from that account as well as a number of Lucian's other essays. However, in my telling, things are much more fiction than fact; this is not a faithful attempt at historical fiction. Anyone doing a school report on this cult should not cite me as a source, as hilarious as that would be.

Is there a snake in this?

Yeah, it always seems like there's a snake somewhere in my books.

[khutsydoh]

Realm of the elderlings ask meme thing

This seems fun!

Favourite Rote book: Fool's fate

Why: I loved the series even before this, of course, but it was after this that I knew in my heart that this series was going to be an all time favourite that nothing else could topple. It took me through every emotion imaginable, from laughter to gut wrenching despair, from anger to triumph. It has it all. Fitz's character arc goes to many interesting places. Fitzloved is at it's peak. The plot has many threads that come together wonderfully. The way fitz comes so close to accepting his love for the fool only to be left behind and going back to his heteronormative fantasy has done irreparable damage to me. The way it feels like we are slowly moving towards tragedy by the end and yet fitz fights the narrative itself to bring his beloved fool back. But it still ends badly. Peak "it mattered that the love was there" type of life changing soul altering shit I love. I still do have problems with the way fitz gets back with molly but my love for this book outweighs them<3

Top three favourite characters: Beloved, Fitz, Bee

Top three least favourite characters: Hest, Tats, Lant

Favourite ship of the floating kind: Paragon

Top 3 ships of the people kind: Fitzloved, Patience x Lacey, Amber x Althea (honourable mention to my headcanon that bee will find a female catalyst so that her, perseverance and the catalyst can be the chivalry/burrich/patience trio gone well. Gotta continue the farseer legacy afterall. Except she does not have the internalised homophobia and she has to make the cycles better as the white prophet. Edit: also Princess Caution x Felicity)

Would you rather be witted or skilled: Witted for sure

If you were witted, what animal would you bond with: My dog<3

Would you rather live in the Outislands, the Mountain Kingdom, the Six duchies, Bingtown, the Rain wilds, Kelsingra, Jamailia, the Pirate isles or Mercenia/Fool's homeland?: the Mountain Kingdom! I love the architecture there and I will be close to nature. I could live a quiet life in a cabin with a witted animal without completely leaving society. Plus I could go exploring the skill road to the elderlings marketplace and the place with the stone dragons if i want.

How were you introduced to the books: i went looking to a lot of top 10 fantasy type of lists and YouTube videos when I first wanted to get into adult fantasy. The Farseer trilogy was on most of them and the premise of a bastard prince who could bond with animals spoke to me.

Share a quote you love:

It was a long journey, in the cold and the dark. Somewhere I could hear a whimpering, and I despised myself for that, too. But as I scraped myself along, it grew, as a spark in the distance becomes a fire as one approaches. It refused to be ignored. It grew louder in my mind, a whining against my fate, a tiny voice of resistance that forbade that I should die, that denied my failure. It was warmth and light, too, and it grew stronger and stronger as I tried to find its source. I stopped. I lay still.

 It was inside me. The more I sought it, the stronger it grew. It loved me. Loved me even if I couldn’t, wouldn’t, didn’t love myself. Loved me even if I hated it. It set its tiny teeth in my soul and braced and held so that I couldn’t crawl any farther. And when I tried, a howl of despair burst from it, searing me, forbidding me to break so sacred a trust.

It was Smithy.

He cried with my pains, physical and mental. And when I stopped struggling toward the wall, he went into a paroxysm of joy, a celebration of triumph for us. And all I could do to reward him was to lie still and no longer attempt to destroy myself. And he assured me it was enough, it was a plenitude, it was a joy. I closed my eyes

- Assassin's apprentice

Why would I need therapy if I have these paragraphs from ms robin hobb.

Tagging: @apamates @lordgolden @annot8 @treezenith @kaijuerotica anyone else whose in the rote fandom. No pressure:)

[stesierra]

WIP INTRO-CAST OUT

Title: CAST OUT

Genre: YA fantasy

Setting: the wastelands beyond the Plenary Cities

Tropes: deaf MC, chaste teenage romance, sapphic, plague, hallucinogens, prophets, human dowsing rods, secrets and lies, a beloved animal dies (I'M SORRY!), religious fanatics, pilgrims, almost everyone is disabled or different, plot-relevant allergies, one trans side character, disability is not cured

Story:

On her sixteenth birthday, the Plenary Cities cast Zisha out for the crime of being born deaf. Also exiled is Thesil, a depressed and bitter young Imperfecta. Zisha wants nothing to do with her negativity— until she sees Thesil's face in a vision.

Everyone has visions when they consume Oracle Ore. But they're not supposed to mean anything. Zisha persuades Thesil to stay with her. As long as she's helping someone else, she can't give up. She can't let the despair get her. But the visions get worse. They show her pyres burning outside the cities.

Before Zisha can figure out her visions, or confess her growing feelings for Thesil, a man dies of the plague. The same plague that the Plenary Cities blamed the Imperfectas for, decades ago, and exiled thousands to stop. This time, it's unstoppable, and no one can blame the Imperfectas because it strikes at the heart of the cities, where everyone is perfect.

Nothing will stop it, unless Zisha finds an answer through her visions. But the only way to control them is through use of oracle ore. And every hit of that destructive drug would take her a step closer to losing her personality — and no longer caring whether Thesil lives or dies.

The Characters:

Zisha- a young painter born to hearing parents and taught to hide her disability as best she could. But she couldn't fool the Justry.

Thesil- a young woman who had everything in the world, until an allergic reaction to Oracle Ore took it all away.

Grandmother- Zisha's grandma, who is deaf and was exiled decades ago. The way she was shaped by the plague and the hatred of Perfectas has left little room to love Zisha.

Worst Comment from a Beta Reader: No one has read it, really.

Status Check: Fifth draft (101k words.)

Now being serialized here!

Credit for (modified) WIP intro format @sleepyowlwrites

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[dandytron2000]

MLP mane 6 (+Discord) fantasy AU concepts!!!

after doing some analysing and headcanoning and with the help of this amazing picrew here come the horse girls (and one boy)

Twilight Sparkle - an arcanist of a very long lineage on both sides of the family. Blessed by the goddesses to become their prophet.

Rarity - an elf, follower of the moon goddess. Technically would be classified as dark elf, but is in fact a light elf, only being called the opposite because of her magic being drawn from the moon rather than the sun.

Applejack - a half-dwarf, unlike her siblings she seems to be closer to being a dwarf than a human, though does have an unusually high arcana capacity for a dwarf and can't grow a full beard which makes her nature as an only half-dwarf clear.

Pinkie Pie - a halfling that comes from a very secluded traditionalist community of halflings near the mountains. She has long left to pursue her dreams to become a town fool.

Rainbow Dash - a harpy raised by humans. She thinks she's special just because she has wings. Which frankly may be true because nobody knows where the harpies went.

Fluttershy - a druid, the youngest guardian of the woods. She's just trying her best, leave her alone </3

Discord - a chimera of an unknown origin. Presumed to have been either a human or an elf (possibly half-elf) prior to having gone through the ritual. He's been turned into a chimera at a very young age, so the spell can no more be reversed.

[saberamane]

Okay, so Johnny’s DLC got released a few days ago and I’ve gotten back to replaying Guilty Gear Strive theme songs on loop again and… well… my brain definitely went “this reminds me of them!” for these songs (I have no idea how to embed videos in a submission XD):

Ratonhnhaké:ton: Find Your Way 

These lyrics just feels like Ratonhnhaké:ton talking to Haytham and the Templar Order.

“You and I both just have our views / That’s all”“Give me my place back and I won’t take your special place. Deal?”“You’re not me / You’re not the law / You’re not my downfall, either”

Ezio: The Roar of the Spark

Everything in this song just feels like Ezio during the latter Brotherhood era and entire Revelations era. There’s the persistence and the hope that everything that has happened and the sacrifices he made would mean something but special mentions to these lyrics:

“Under the lonely moon / In an influx of words / This road shines with my colors / Bearing a pale fire / I’m going as far as I can / To keep the glow alive”“Under the sacred briars / Never stop, just go / I don’t care how many more scars I get / Bearing a pale fire / I’m going as far as I can / It will be endless / And it’s not an easy journey / Hoping to fill the world / with all kinds of light”

(The song just gives the whole Ezio being Desmond’s prophet and guide vibe)

Altaïr: Play the Hero

I mean… this feels very Altaïr XD

“I stopped counting so long ago / Enemies kept coming after me”“Life never goes the way that you want, that’s how it is / No matter what life throws at you, take it all”“I don’t believe in any miracles / I’ll risk a loss any day / Gambling’s only for fools, take nothing for granted / If you don’t seize the chance, it’s over for you”“Fight like a tiger! (fight like a tiger!) / Fight like a tiger! / Fly like an eagle, soar through the sky! / Be free! / ‘Till I die!”

But yes, it’s mainly because of “Fly like an eagle, soar through the sky” XD

Desmond: The Town Inside Me

Okay, give me a chance to explain (and it’s more than just the song being catchy as hell)

“The town inside me / And everyone’s voice / Only I’m not there / Just watching from afar” - can signify both the Farm AND how Desmond’s Bleeding Effect is pretty much him looking from the other side but never being able to be part of the memories themselves.

Also these lyrics feels so Desmond-y:“I never wanted to run away / I was very motivated / Then what is, this feeling? / Who would I ask?”“I can’t go home / Because I’m afraid / Something will change / Me without me / I’m the one to blame”

And this feels like what we hope Desmond would feel and the ending he should have had:“The night falls, the place where I belong / No matter what changes, will no longer change me / No matter what, change / no, no, no longer change me / I can feel the light / even after the sun goes down”

(But also, the OP theme Smell of the Game feels like it could be a Desmond song especially the “what am I” chorus and “Do you know who you are? / When you speak your words / Don’t sound like your own / You’re trapped in a dark cell created by this world/ “That is who you are”“. I just feel like The Town Inside Me feels more Desmond-sy and Smell of the Game could be for the entire Brotherhood)

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Additions by SaberAmane:

(This is my third attempt at responding to this, because I keep not finishing it, then going to bed, and then my pc not saving what I had written, so I have to start over lol)

I have to say, all the song really fit, but I especially liked Desmond’s. And the character was hilarious to watch, fighting people with yo-yo’s.

I don’t know the franchise, but by the looks of it it seems like a mortal combat/street fighter like game?

Now for my own additions! I’ll be using…DUN-DUN-DUNNNNNN!!!!!~~~~

Final Fantasy!!

Ratonhnhaké:ton: Final Fantasy 7′s 'Cosmo Canyon’ Theme

Now this one doesn't have lyrics, but it suits  Ratonhnhaké:ton SO much. And maybe it’s because it sounds kind of...native american? to me, and the character from Cosmo Canyon definitely has ‘native american’ vibes, even though he is a lion...wolf...charmander...thing. Nanaki is cool, and I love him, but I’m not sure what he is.

ANYWAY! This theme is just so nice. It starts slow and low, and the drums are so calming. And the flute! Is it me, or does it sound so hopeful? And just the way the instruments play, it sounds like it’s telling a story all on it’s own, no words needed.

Ezio: FF X-2′s ‘Real Emotion’ (Though it fits so well for all of them, we arguably see Ezio grow and mature more)

What can I do for you? (x4)

I can hear you

What can I do for you? (x3)

Far beyond the hazy borders of my heart

I could see a place that’s something like this

Every now and then I don’t know what to do

Still I know that I can never go back

How Ezio feels post family hanging. They get to Monteriggioni and it feels sort of like home, but distantly. He’s lost and confused and angry, he wants to know why this happened to their family, why Uberto turned on them. He knows he can never truly go back to that carefree teenager he was before, where he played with Petruccio and got into trouble with Federico and exasperated his father. Now he has just a bitter, angry sister and despondent mother. 

But the things I’ve seen in those hazy dreams

Can’t compare to what I’m seeing now

Everything’s so different

That it brings me to my knees

The dreams could be the glyphs Desmond found in the Animus, maybe they weren’t completely corporeal to Ezio, but hazy, confusing dreams? He knows they’re warnings for something, but not sure what. But those dreams can’t compare to the Assassin tombs he’s found, to the strange metallic object he’s taken from Rodrigo. Everything has changed so much, Ezio doesn’t know what to do.

And though I know

 the world of real emotion has surrounded me

I won’t give in to it

Now I know that forward 

is the only way my heart can go

I hear your voice calling out to me:

"You’ll never be alone”

After the conspiracy is dead, for the most part, Ezio knows he can’t continue to let his anger and thirst for revenge consume him. He has to let himself feel other things. He has to listen to those around him, take advice, gain control. He has the brotherhood now, for real. He’s not alone anymore.

What can I do for you? (x3)

I can hear you

What can I do for you? (x3)

I don’t plan on looking back on my old life

I don’t ever plan to rely on you

Even if by chance everything should go wrong

You’d come anyway and try to save me

Ezio is confidently taking control of his life now. He doesn’t want to go back to being a clueless boy only worried about girls. He’s done relying on people to do things for him. He’s taking charge, but he knows there are people to catch him, should he fall. Even if he doesn’t want them to.

Though from time to time it’s an upward climb

All I know is that I must believe

‘Cause the truth I’m seeking

Always was inside of me

He get’s Minerva’s message. It was difficult, but he receives it. He knows he has a purpose now, even if he doesn’t quite understand what it is. What he doesn’t know, is his purpose is to live and continue his lineage. To make sure Desmond is born.

And when I find 

the world of real emotion has surrounded me

The many things that you taught me then

Will always be enough to get me through the pain

Because of you I am strong enough to know I’m not alone

Reflecting on the many lessons of his father. Of Federico. Of Mario. Of Paola. The skills they taught him, that have carried him this far. They will not let him fail. He will carry on, even if it’s hard or hurts.

What can I do for you? (x6)

I can hear you

And if I find the real world of emotion

 has surrounded me

And I can’t go on

You are there the moment that 

I close my eyes to comfort me

We are connected for all of time

I’ll never be…

Ezio knows Desmond is watching him, like a shadow. Silent but there, comforting even if Ezio can’t physically feel him. Ezio has never truly been alone,  and it brings him peace, knowing someone else shared his pain and the burdens he took on for himself. That someone else understands.

And though I know the world of real 

emotion has surrounded me

I won’t give in to it

Now I know that forward is the only way my heart

 can go

I hear your voice calling out to me:

“You’ll never be alone”

Monteriggioni is destroyed, Mario is killed, Ezio has lost another home. But not all is lost. He has more support this time than he did before. A whole Brotherhood to lend a hand. He must continue moving forward, finish what he started. The fight continues, and Ezio does not stand in the shadows alone. Not anymore.

What can I do for you? (x3)

I can hear you

What can I do for you? (x3)

I can hear you

Altair: Final Fantasy 7 ‘The Chase’ AKA the escaping Midgar on a motorcycle song.

No lyrics. But this is Altair. Straight up. Why? Because of how often Altair had to either run after his target, or run away AFTER his target was killed. It’s literally the perfect song for him. Well, concerning FF music anyway.

A close second was ‘Electric de Chocobo’ from remake. Because it’s about a giant bird...and it’s kind of chase theme too.

Ok, third choice. This is a good one. Final Fantasy 8′s ‘The Mission’. Because isn’t that basically all Altair (or any Assassin) does? They have a mission, an objective. And they go do that.

Or the FF 8 boss theme, ‘Force Your Way’. God that song is badass. And Altair uses a lot of...force.

Desmond: FF IX’s ‘Melodies Of Life’

Alone for a while 

I’ve been searching through the dark   

 For traces of the love you left inside my lonely heart   

 To weave by picking up the pieces that remain   

 Melodies of life–love’s lost refrain

Desmond’s life after leaving the farm was very lonely, and a little scary, learning how to be a human not trained to fight from birth. He looks at the people around him, how they interact, how they show love, and looks inside himself to see if his parent’s ever showed him love like that. He takes what little he finds, and tries to make something meaningful from it.      

Our paths they did cross, though I cannot say just why   

We met, we laughed, we held on fast, and then we said goodbye 

And who’ll hear the echoes of stories never told?   

Let them ring out loud till they unfold  

In my dearest memories, I see you reaching out to me   

Though you’re gone, I still believe that you can call out my name

This is going to elude to the woman Desmond was with in order for Elijah to become a thing. It was a one night stand, but Desmond maybe wished for more. For something normal. His wish was not granted, he never heard from her again, and in the end never knew about Elijah.       

 A voice from the past, joining yours and mine     

Adding up the layers of harmony     

And so it goes, on and on     

Melodies of life,     

To the sky beyond the flying birds–forever and beyond

This can so easily allude to Minerva joining Ezio and Desmond together, creating a ‘harmony’ between the Cypher and Prophet that will unlock the potential of the apple to open the Grand Temple. The flying birds symbolizing both Ezio and Desmond as Assassin’s, in life and in death.        

So far and away, see the bird as it flies by    

Gliding through the shadows of the clouds up in the sky    

I’ve laid my memories and dreams upon those wings     

Leave them now and see what tomorrow brings

Both Altair and Ezio spent much of their lives rebuilding and improving the brotherhood, which in the end led to Desmond. Desmond being the bird flying through the shadows, carrying their dreams with him.        

In your dearest memories, do you remember loving me?    

Was it fate that brought us close and now leaves me behind?

Desmond asking his father if he ever cared for him?? Loved him?? Did his mother??       

If I should leave this lonely world behind    

Your voice will still remember our melody    

Now I know we’ll carry on    

Melodies of life    

Come circle round and grow deep in our hearts    

As long as we remember

Desmond’s death, and how his life and actions touched everyone he left behind. Desmond gave his life to save the earth, and he will always be alive, so long as people remember him, and his sacrifice.

Bonus! Clay: FF X’s ‘Otherworld’

All alone, cold fields you wander

Memories of it cloud your sight

Fills your dreams, disturbs your slumber

Lost your way, a fallen knight…

So obviously, Clay was alone in Abstergo, Lucy having turned to the Templar’s. The cold fields being the Animus, the memories you saw in Clay’s dlc and the symbols Clay leaves in the room and around the Animus clouding his sight. Juno’s words invading his dreams until he loses his mind, to both the Animus and Juno. I like to think he was Desmond’s knight, giving up his life to save Desmond and show him the way.

Hope dies and you wander

The otherworld it makes you

Dreams, they rip asunder

The otherworld it hates you

So the dying hope is obviously referring to Clay losing his mind, finding out Lucy is a Templar, and knowing there’s not going to be anyone saving him. The other world is again the Animus, and ‘it makes you’ referring to Clay putting his memories into the Animus as a digital avatar. And the dreams ripping asunder, and ‘otherworld it hates you’ could be taken to mean Clay being unhappy on Animus Island, and the Animus actually deleting the island and Clay.

Bonus 2, Cause I can’t help myself: FF X-2′s ‘1000 Words’ being a song echoing through the years between Altair, Ezio, and Desmond. (I’m leaving out Haytham and  Ratonhnhaké:ton because they never really knew of Desmond’s existence, the apple of eden only being in the dlc.) Also, I’m posting the whole song lyrics, it’s just so moving.

I know that you’re hiding things

Using gentle words to shelter me

Your words were like a dream

But dreams could never fool me

Not that easily

So the first two lines could be Desmond’s early life on the farm, not really being told much, just the iconic ‘your an assassin and this is our creed’ lines from Revelations. And Desmond, of course, not believing the same dream everyone else on the farm was living in. So, he runs away. He’s not being fooled.

I acted so distant then

Didn’t say goodbye before you left

But I was listening

You’ll fight your battles far from me

Far too easily

So, this could be Ezio talking about his father and Federico before the Pazzi Conspiracy. He was close with his family, obviously, but maybe didn’t tell them everything because he knew they were keeping things from him as well. It could also be from Claudia’s POV after the hanging’s, knowing Ezio is fighting the people who wronged them but he’s been distant since going to Monteriggioni, leaving her alone with a despondent mother and an uncle they didn’t really know.

“Save your tears 'cause I’ll come back”

I could hear that you whispered as you walked through that door

But still, I swore

To hide the pain, when I turn back the pages

Shouting might have been the answer

What if I cried my eyes out and begged you not to depart

But now I’m not afraid to say what’s in my heart

I just feel Altair in these lyrics. The first line being said to him by his father, who doesn’t actually come back, having sacrificed himself. Altair tries to hide how pained his father’s death has left him, showing a cold façade to everyone when he just want to cry in frustration or yell his anger. Instead, it turns into arrogance, into aloofness. And then Altair begins to question Al Mualim, asking questions and speaking his mind.

Though a thousand words

Have never been spoken

They’ll fly to you

Crossing over the time

And distance holding you, suspended on silver wings

And a thousand words

One thousand confessions

Will cradle you

Making all of the pain you feel seem far away

They’ll hold you forever

This one is more ‘symbolic’, the words not being spoken because they’re the codex pages both Altair and Ezio have written and collected in turn. The silver wings being both symbolic to their names and their affinity to heights. And also an allusion to the genetics that allows Desmond to hear their words and thoughts across hundreds of years. And those words stay with Desmond, ‘cradling’ him through the long nights and helping him deal with the various pain. Of being forced into the Animus, of being ignored or talked down to, pushed aside and left out. Because while he is just a means to an end to his ‘team’ and ‘father’, he meant something to men who never even had the chance to meet him.

The dream isn’t over yet

Though I often say I can’t forget

I still relive that day

You’ve been there with me all the way

I still hear you say

This one is more centered around Desmond. The dream being the Animus sessions and bleeding effect. ‘I still relive that day’ could be many in the lives of his ancestor’s, but is likely the day of Solomon’s Temple, when Altair messed up and lost a brother and a friend, as well as his rank. Or when he returned to Masyaf in his later years to a lost son and then murdered wife and friend. To losing his home.

Or for Ezio, the day his family was brutally cut in half. When Cristina died. Seeing Minerva’s message in the vault.  When Mario was killed and his home taken from him again. Risking his life to save Caterina, and then being tossed aside. Of meeting Sofia. Finding Altair’s library. Finally having children.

They happened to his ancestor’s, but the events happened years and decades apart from each other. His ancestor’s were able to heal from each painful day before the next came. For Desmond, they came in a matter of days, never being able to heal from the devastation before the next tragedy hit him.

“Wait for me, I’ll write you letters”

I could see how you stammered with your eyes to the floor

But still, I swore

To hide the doubt when I turn back the pages

Anger might have been the answer

What if I’d hung my head and said that I couldn’t wait

But now I’m strong enough to know it’s not too late

Again, this could be for any of them. Kind of feeling like a friend or lover saying they’ll be back, and the assassin knowing they won’t be. Either by choice or death, the assassin won’t see this person again, and they know it, but they let them choose to leave. They stop themselves from being angry, because free choice is why they fight. They can’t deny someone their choice, even if they want to.

[x-heesy]

uǝɯɐ ʎpoolq

Silence is the best reply to a fool.

𝗦𝝝𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗪𝗘 𝝠𝗥𝗘 𝗣𝗛𝗨𝗖𝗞𝗘𝗗 🖕🏽

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Soundtrack: Pop Goes The Weapon by Prophets Of Rage

[jaundicehinch]

Until the Last Drop

𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡 2, 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 2

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After a long, exhausting summer holiday, Y/N couldn't help but be happy to return to Hogwarts. She had become very familiar with the school and the professors, Hogwarts was her true (more or less) home.

Her mother wasn't awful, she still had a sliver of human decency and empathy in her. But she'd always work late, long shifts at the Ministry as an auror, and when she 𝑤𝑎𝑠 at home, she wouldn't dare interact or speak with Y/N. The girl felt alone and troubled at home, like she had no one to turn to. Not even her own mother, which was sad to an extent.

Her father wasn't bad at all, in contrast to her mother. F/N F/L/N was very kind and understanding toward his daughter, even though no one would know when he arrived home from his shifts.

The Department of Mysteries was a very dodgy place to work at, hence the name. He was a well-respected colleague among the other Ministry workers, and had a high-ranking position. What more could Y/N want? Well, aside from more affection...

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

As soon as the Slytherin walked through the immense doors of Hogwarts, and her eyes fell on the Great Hall, she couldn't help but smile ever so lightly. She didn't display affection, rarely did, but that didn't mean she wasn't happy inside.

The girl sat down at the green table on the far left, and listened to Dumbledore as he spoke. He finally gave words of wisdom, like everyone said he did, and not some 'Nitwit' or 'Blubber' nonsense like last year. He didn't act very wise, at times.. But Y/N had to give it to the old man; his sense of humor was a bit endearing, though childish. Draco was more upset than usual; Harry, Fred, George and Ron were not at the Gryffindor table.. Merlin, something was going on again. Y/N decided to reluctantly show awkward empathy by initiating conversation with the silvery-haired, cocky boy. "Malfoy, everything in order? You seem quite brooding, more than usual.", Y/N chimed in monotonously.

"I'm fine, leave me alone.", the boy spat.

Well, this went down the gutter, Y/N thought. Maybe it'd be better if she didn't push? She was terrible at socializing regardless.

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Halfway through the banquet, the headmaster tipped his goblet and requested for silence. Everyone complied. "I'm pleased to inform you that this year's Defence against the Dark Arts post will he occupied by Professor Lockhart.", Dumbledore pointed his hand toward the strawberry blonde man, who stood up and flashed his iconic million-galleon smile.

Of course, how could she forget. The overly-confident, arrogant and exceedingly stupid author, Gilderoy Lockhart.. Not to mention his terrible sense of fashion. Euh, look at those blue robes! An atrocity.

Y/N remebered him, the fool of a wizard who took a photograph with her and it landed straight on the Daily Prophet. Commenting on Y/N's parents, their occupations, and wealth.. Not that the girl wasn't aware of it all, surely. Only to boast, and another story for him to contort into his own little fantasy where he is portrayed the hero.

Draco couldn't help but smirk as he, too, remembered this curious memory back in Flourish and Blott's.

"What are you grinning at, boy?", Y/N spat in an agitated tone, which made Malfoy giggle. "Nothing, nothing.. Sorry, L/N.", he muttered and smiled, before turning back to his platter and cutlery.

❛ ━━━━━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━━━━━ ❜

A few more crazy weeks had passed, with there being evidence of writings on the corridor walls, mainly threats spelled out in blood that involved half-bloods and muggle-borns, saying they'll rid the school of them. No one knew who was writing them, though it is rumored that the heir of Salazar Slytherin was the one behind all of these threats.

✰⋆｡:ﾟ･*☽:ﾟ･⋆｡✰⋆｡:ﾟ･*☽:ﾟ･⋆｡✰⋆｡:ﾟ･*☽

McGonagall had a more worried look on her face in Transfiguration, seeing as she knew all too well the whole school is in danger, and may possibly even close. Hogwarts closing was a not a very common occasion, mind you.

Ron was trying to perform Vera Verto, but his damaged wand had managed to give the goblet a rat's tail and fur, instead of turning it into a rat. Harry was laughing at him, and Hermione was grinning. McGonagall didn't bother praise Y/N for getting the spell correct on her first attempt; she was lost in her thoughts. Y/N was a bit upset since professor McGonagall was a bit of a mother figure for her, but she'd rather jump off Gryffindor tower than admit such a thing to anyone.

The class passed through agonizing, slow silence, the only sound being the bell tolling. Every student had ran out of the class, avoiding McGonagall, while Y/N decided to stay behind for a bit. McGonagall looked up from her desk somberly. "You are dismissed, Miss L/N.", she mumbled grimly and looked back down. "I apologize for the disturbance, professor, but I'd like to know something.", the girl explained quietly and monotonously. McGonagall adjusted her spectacles with her bony fingers and sighed, clasping her hands.

"Please, go ahead, L/N.", she replied nonchalantly and exhaled through her nose.

"Are the rumors true? About the chamber, i mean. I think i might know who the heir is, professor."McGonagalls eyes shot up and she almost gasped, placing a hand on her chest. "Indeed?" She inquired, taken aback. She quickly regained her composure, despite this, and cleared her throat. "The chamber has been opened, correct. Students have been petrified all around Hogwarts.. And the headmaster is at risk of being sent to Azkaban.. Oh L/N, what could be worse?"

Y/Ns pitch-black pupils focused ferociously. "You don't say.. The headmaster is near expulsion? Because of the attacks, i assume, miss?"

"I'm afraid so.. Oh, don't worry, L/N, do enjoy your term here. Don't worry about these things; they're for adults.", the old professor waved her hands and advised Y/N, though the girl nodded in response. "No ma'am, i do not worry about many things, often times. Even if i should.. Does that sound concerning?", she chirped an octave higher, making McGonagall smile weakly.

"Quite so, my dear."

━━━━━━。゜✿ฺ✿ฺ゜。━━━━━━

A few days had passed since the curious encounter with McGonagall, and a few more times had passed where Y/N handed out snarky comments to Ron.

The girl was studying in the library peacefully, when she couldn't help but overhear Hermione, Harry and Ronald talk about Polyjuice potion. Polyjuice potion? What are they doing with that? They were barely in their second year, what did they need that for? 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑜𝑑𝑔𝑦, thought Y/N.

Of course, the trio wasn't famous for their ability to just settle down for once.

"I've never seen a more complicated potion.... This'll take a month to brew.", Hermione commented worriedly. Harry raised a brow. "A month? But who knows what'll happen in a month? We don't have time!", he exclaimed.

Ron kept munching on some chocolate frogs while listening to the two reason, the boy was a glutton to the core..

Little did they know, Y/N was observing and listening to their every movement. But oh, she wouldn't rat them out. She was smarter than that, was she?

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L/N didn't really have the will to go to the girls bathroom to examine the noise coming from it. No one was there, day or night, and for good reason. Moaning Myrtle was the annoying ghost who haunted the girls lavatory, determining a very uncomfortable experience for whoever in Merlin's name went there.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. The girl thought as she cupped her hands around the corridors walls, listening to the three children talk. Yes, that's it. There was the noise of a simmering cauldron, and bulky ingredients being dropped in it. But whatever, Y/N thought. It's not her business, and she'd rather stroll through Knockturn Alley than meddle into risky situations with the golden trio.

She rubbed her temples as she descended down the stairs to the dungeons, alleviating her incoming headache as she strode to the Potions classroom for an extra study session.

Seeing her favourite professor, was her favourite activity to do in her spare time, obviously enough. She didn't knock on the door before entering. There was Snape, Draco, and Crabbe in the otherwise empty classroom, who were talking while writing. Professor Snape seemed quite agitated with the three children interrupting his potion-brewing and assignment-grading. (The last part he was doing against his own free will)

Y/N held her Potions for Beginners book clutched in her hand as she approached a desk in the front row, in front of Snape's desk. Perfect. She sat down and snapped her book open on page 70. Y/N didn't even know why, as she was using her quill and ink, she even 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑑 professor Snape in the first place. Sure, he was her head of house and all.. But why?

He was bitter, resentful and unnaproachable at all times, and incredibly biased. Everyone hated him, aside from a handful of Slytherins and Minerva, maybe even Albus. But why did she like him? Was he like her father? No, not at all.. Like her mother? Yes, maybe.. But not entirely.. Y/N didn't notice her eyes were drifting away from the parchment, and her fingers were loosening around the handle of the quill, as she wasn't focused on studying at the moment.

"Feeling rather 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑, Miss L/N?', Snapes silky voice interrupted her thoughts and daydreams. "Huh? Oh, excuse me. I was.. Distracted, yes.." Y/N shook her head and kept writing her notes down. Snape curled his lip in an almost.. Amused? Manner, and kept on grading his assignments while keeping an eye on Y/N.She finished her notes rather quickly, and gathered her things. But one thing did catch her eye. Draco seemed drastically happier, acting like his usual arrogant self.

"One minute, you're brooding and depressed. The other, you're beaming with arrogance and joy?", Y/N approached the silvery-haired second year. "What's it to you? I'm not an animal for you to check on, L/N." Draco spat unpleasantly, and Y/N grimaced.

"That's unfortunate, really. I'd be delighted to see you gnaw at the bars of your enclosure.", Y/N retorted, making Snape almost smirk, but he quickly turned around and hid it.

⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*

Another month passed, and Y/N was sitting in the common room, near the fireplace. Draco had gone to look for Crabbe and Goyle, while she was acting like a vampire in the shadows. No one noticed her, no one spoke with her. Just the way she liked it.

Draco returned a quarter hour later, with his two lakis. The cocky little boy sat down, and the three of them started talking. Malfoy kept ranting about Harry and bad-mouthed him, causing Y/N to get an insatiable itch to roll her eyes.

Though she swore to herself she wouldn't go through the effort of listening to those babboons, her ears perked up when se heard Goyle mention the Chamber of Secrets.

"I already told you, i don't know who it is. But I'd be delighted to help them." Malfoy grinned smugly, and Crabbe dug his fingernails into his palms. "What's up with you two?", the blonde boy knit his eyebrows together. "Stomachache.", Goyle insisted and Malfoy turned his head away.

What a fool..

Everyone knew that clenching your fists that way was no symptom of a stomachache. Even Draco wasn't that thick. Malfoy kept ranting about Potter and Granger for what seemed like an eternity, as Crabbe and Malfoy grabbed their faces and suddenly ran away. "Hey, where are you two going?" , exclaimed Malfoy. He sighed and turned to Y/N.

"Odd bunch, those two.", grumbled Malfoy and Y/N grinned. Sardonically, of course. "Idiot, aren't you?" "I 𝑏𝑒𝑔 your pardon?" Malfoy scoffed and held his chest like a girl. "You know that wasn't Crabbe and Goyle. I thought you wouldn't be so thick, but here we are. You're an idiot.", she explained curtly and factually.

And Y/N was right.

The effects of polyjuice potion wore off as she cupped her hands around the corridor wall, eavesdropping on the trio. Hermione was in a bathroom stall, telling Ron and Harry they were hideous while Moaning Myrtle taunted her.

"My father will hear about this!" Draco spat and reached for the door handle to barge in on the three, but as he did, Y/N restrained him by the waist and spoke lowly.

"No he won't."

Draco flushed.

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Autumn swept over Hogwarts like a breeze of wind, the grass turning dull and the weather gray, the leaves' vibrant green colors faded a lucious orange and brown.

Students wore their long coats more often and started adorning their outfits with shawls, gloves and boots.

Y/N was sporting a proud green-and-gray shawl over her pale neck and black, wool gloves. Strolling around the marvelous castle was another one of her peculiar hobbies. Whether to flaunt her outfit (yes, show off) , help people around the castle, or just enjoy the ancient corridors of Hogwarts and the beautiful nature surrounding it, reasons may vary.

Comfortable, black tights and green leg warmers were wrapped around her ankles and legs, as she walked and wandered around the courtyard and corridors. She had a gray beret on, purely for flaunting reasons, and a thin, elegant silver chain hung around the collar of her Slytherin robes.

Y/N wondered about her favourite professor, Professor Snape. She wondered if she could ever behave more loosely around him.. Like an acquaintance-like relationship.

Maybe that's why she approved of him, Y/N thought. Because of his vast intellect, and mystery? He was an Enigma, after all. She was somewhat like him. Or was he somewhat like her? Both were mysterious, quiet, and mature. Severus didn't speak unless spoken to, mostly, and Y/N appreciated it immensely. Why would people start a conversation, when they clearly don't know how? It confused her. But regardless, Y/N was quite fond of her Potions Master. Could he say the same? No one will ever know. Ron was also, another person on her mind.

That boy was, truthfully, the epitome of stupidity and immaturity. You're twelve, come on, not 8! Not to mention he followed the herd, always. Saying all Slytherins were bad, and that all they are are sneaky, arrogant blood-supremacists.. Disrespecting her house like that..

What a 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒, she thought and clutched her book under her arm. When suddenly, she feld a hard bump on her shoulder. "Professor Snape!", Y/N uttered and quickly picked her book up, giving a short bow. "Terribly sorry, truthfully. I didn't see-"

"Quite alright, Miss L/N.", Snape stated and walked forward nonchalantly. Y/N was burning in embarassment because of her bumping into her favourite grumpy professor, not that it would be a common occurence.

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The rest of the term passed rather smoothly for her, though not for the trio. As it so seems, Harry and Ron found the chamber of secrets with the help of Hermione and Moaning Myrtle, and had dragged Lockhart along, who said that he knew all along where the entrance was. What a fool.. But there were no more worries, at least not now. Harry defeated a basilisk, banished the diary of Thomas Riddle himself.. The boy should take a break every now and then, Merlin's sake.

Y/N didn't feel like eating at the end-of-year banquet, she was too busy observing the enchanted ceiling, which was bewitched to look like the night sky. Though it was over as quickly as it started, the term closed off as Y/N hurried with her luggage to the train station, getting on the Hogwarts Express in an empty compartment.

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Y'ALLLL PoA IS GONNA BE SO LITTT I'M TELLING Y'ALL 🩷🩷🥹🥹

[chloristoflora]

"Did you dream about the bird over and over?"

"Often enough to know it was going to happen. That it will happen."

"But you don't know what will happen."

"No. That is our curse. To know that something will happen, and only after it is over, to look back and say, 'oh, that is what that meant. If only I'd known'. It can break your heart." He was quiet for a time. Another lantern flickered and the corridor became dimmer. He whispered, "Oh, little one. Two flames die. It's time. I'm so sorry." Almost to himself, he said, "But you are so young. So small. Can this truly be for you? Are you the one?"

I choked on my question. Quiet footsteps were approaching. I had not even heard the door open and shut. "Will I die?"

"You will change, I think. Not all change is bad. Change is seldom good or bad; it's only change. A tadpole becomes a frog. A poker is beaten into a blade. A chicken becomes meat. In a dream, I saw a feather slowly hammered into a blade. I saw the hard nut crack and become a mighty tree. I saw the young doe slain and cut into meat. You will become something different, tonight."

The voice was as slow as falling snow. The silence that followed seemed empty and cold.

Assassin's Fate, by Robin Hobb (Fitz and the Fool Trilogy #3)

[one-blaze-of--glory]

Ok so basically theres this guy called fitz hes the main character of these books hes the bastard son of a prince and he lives in the royal castle where he is training to be an assasin. In the castle (buckkeep castle) theres this lovley albino jester called the Fool and he and fitz become friends after he told fitz a prophecy. So one time fitz returns from his uncle verity's wedding after being poisoned by his other, evil, uncle regal and he tells this girl hes in love with named Molly (who kind of represents his dream of life if he wasnt a royal bastard and didnt have to go through trauma) that he has dreamed of her while he was gone (it was true and kind of flirty - he also described his heart turning over in his chest when he saw her then (REMEMBER THIS ITS IMPORTANT) and leter he meets the fool and tells him he has dreamed of him (using the exact same line. Hello fitz?) Then he "enjoyed the brief look of surprise on the fools face" after he told the fool he missed him.

The fool helps fitz against his evil uncle regal from killing the king and they have like character peralels. Anyway one time the fool gets beaten up by regal's man and fitz wants to patch up his wounds and he runs his fingers fown the fools jaw and goes "who did this to you?" With the intention of MURDER like some kind of ya fantasy love interest anyway some time after the fool leaves with fitzs aunt to find his good uncle verity in the mountains (he sin the mountains because they are in a war with a collection of island called the outislands, lead by a guy and a woman called the Pale Woman (this is relavent later)) and fitz stays and goes on a tiny little murder spree killing the people who killed the king using their magic then he is taken by regal and gets tortured and dies but he got better thanks to his wolf and very queer coded forbidden magic

Plot goes by and fitz starts going to find verity he befriends two lovley ladies named kettle (old. Very old) and starling (we support womens wrongs) and he gets shot by an arrow in the back and the fool finds him and takes care of hom and when he wakes up the fool cries about him having been beautiful and tells him how he the fool is something called the white prophet and fitz is his catalyst and he says to fitz "seeing you here alive gives the air back to my lungs and if there is anyone i am fated to be with im glad its you" and they touch forheads and fitz describes feelling a sort of "starnge feelling of comfort" anyway afterwards fitz fool fitz aunt kettricken kettle and starling go on a quest to find verity and at some point starling becomes convinced the fool is secretly a woman and in love with fitz and when fitz confronts the fool about it fool goes "well am i not, fitz?" "Im serious! Sge thinks you love me!" And the fool is like "i do love you" and fitz and deconstructs gender and attraction and fitz is like "i love you as a man loves another man" and fool goes "he loves me he says! And i love him!"

Anyway then the fool starts to shed his skin and gets sick because of it so shanenigans ensue like fitz having to bridal carry the fool. Also they sleep curled up next to each other.

Plot happens again after they find the uncle and the is now stuck with these hands that guve him a power to know things intaely on three of his fingers and for plot reasons he touches them to fitzs wrist and they become one being!!! And have a sort of magical bond were the fool goes "ypu really do love me!!" And then for plot reasons fitz has to stay in the mountaisn while everyone goes back home riding living stone dragons (one of them fitz gave memories of his ex to. Basically molly and fitz had a child and then molly hooked up with fitz's adoptive father and fitz os understandbly angry) (he is also angry about verity doing a brainswitch with him so he can produce a child with kettricken since he is dying due to putting his soul into a stone dragon with kettle. Moving on)

So fitz and the fool depart and the fool kisses fitz on the mouth!!!

It takes fitz seven years to travel back to buckeep where he settles down in a cabin with an adopted son named Mishap (starling brought him. Shes fitzs fwb now) (shes his only friend for fifteen years. CRINGE) and anyway. This is all the first trilogy i can continue if you want. It gets only gayer :3

that sounds super intriguing! wait this is the one where the author is so against the gay shipping? when it's bordering canon?

[kingsl2yer]

@khalesci asked: "It's not easy to see something that’s never been before: A good world."

By   the   Gods,   he   hopes   it's   a   good   one.   He   still   has   the   heart   and   soul   of   a   lost   and   troubled   knight,   someone   who   had   seen   war   again   and   again,   more   than   others   would   wish   to   see   in   a   lifetime.   It's   no   fault   of   her   own   that   he   sees   Aerys   in   her,   when   he   doesn't   look   at   the   Targaryen   girl   in   the   eyes,   and   only   sees   a   flash   of   silver,   his   mind   takes   him   back   to   the   Mad   King   as   he   had   turn   to   flee   (   in   his   dreams,   he   feels   guilty   for   when   he   drives   that   sword   into   the   man,   the   shape   turns   into   Cersei,   and   the   Daenerys   and   then   himself   and   if   he   knew   about   dreams,   he   would   say   it's �� prophetic   ).  

"It's   too   early   to   say   this   is   good.   But   if   the   realm   is   like   me,   then   I   would   say   we   are   tired   of   the   struggle."   The   constant   pull   and   push   of   the   realm.   Jaime   would   love   to   see   a   time   in   which   things   are   at   ease,   all   the   same,   would   he   know   how   to   thrive   in   a   world   without   war   when   that's   what   he   is   best   known   for?  

He   had   traded   the   Baratheon's   kingsguard   cloak   for   a   Lannister   one   and   then   for   one   to   fight   for   the   North   and   now,   he   is   willing   to   trade   it   all   off,   renounce   his   vows,   for   his   daughter's   plans   that   conclude   in   a   fantasy   world.   "Sometimes   you   speak   and   I   think   you   are   telling   a   tale   from   another   land.   If   the   Gods   are   good,   I   will   be   proven   a   fool."

[earaercircular]

Philosopher Lisa Doeland wonders in 'Apocalypsofie': extinction, how do you introduce that well?

New Yorkers flee a tsunami in Roland Emmerich's film The Day After Tomorrow, 2004

In an intensely polluted world that will never get clean again, we must try to get it right. How? Philosopher Lisa Doeland comes up with an honest, searching answer in her book “Apocalypsofie”.

When I'm about ten pages into her new book “Apocalypsofie” [1], I wonder whether Lisa Doeland would have children. Whoever describes the climate crisis bluntly as an apocalypse does not have a rosy picture of the future. Why would you then even start having children?

For Doeland, an apocalyptic is not the same as a doomsayer, it soon becomes clear. The Dutch philosopher may not be an ecomodernist who puts all her hope in technological innovation, but she is not a prophet of doom either. She just wants to avoid the polarisation between doomsayers and ecomodernists with her "apocalypsophy" (that term is her invention). After all, both pessimism and optimism give us an illusion of distance: the future will be bad or good. But, Doeland subtly observes, it's not about the future, the downfall has already started. Her apocalypsophy is a manual for how we can still live in the full awareness of that harsh truth.

What is possible

“After a century and a half of industrial production, mass consumption and thoughtless discarding, the remains of this process are piling up visibly and invisibly, and instead of trying to hide them away and start with a clean slate, it is up to us to learn to live in and with the debris. How do you do that?”

Doeland hesitantly answers that crucial question in her book. It is only at the last chapter that readers get a little insight into what they have to do. Much more attention is paid in Apocalypsophie to the analysis of the problem and of wrong solutions. Where do the ruins come from? Why was the Club of Rome[2] never listened to? What fantasies lull us further into ruin? The philosopher looks for an answer dialoguing with big names of fellow philosophers such as Jacques Lacan[3], Bruno Latour[4], Jacques Derrida[5], Walter Benjamin[6], or living epigones in the current eco-movement such as Donna Haraway[7] or Andreas Malm[8].

But also lesser-known (and therefore all the more interesting) philosophy is accessible in Doeland's story, such as the work of Srećko Horvat[9] (After the apocalypse), Roy Scranton[10] (Learning to die in the anthropocene), Michael Marder[11] (Dump philosophy), Anna Tsing[12] (The mushroom at the end of the world), Val Plumwood[13] (The eye of the crocodile).

Doeland takes up the warnings of Derrida, Benjamin and Horvat: we are already living in the catastrophe, the world is already a dump, don't be fooled. She takes constructive advice from Tsing, Haraway and Plumwood (coincidentally, the female thinkers?): don't fear the future, but look around and learn to see what's possible.

Completely in line with the etymological meaning of 'apocalypse', Doeland sees the ecological crisis as a revelation: not of a grand vision about the end of 'the' world, but the revelation of the insight that many worlds have long since ended. The main appeal of this book is: don't think it's five to twelve or that we can still be saved, but look around you and see that the mass extinction (of insects and other animal species, of indigenous cultures, of pre-industrial societies ...) is taking place worldwide.

What can we do with that insight? According to Doeland, it protects us against what she calls dangerous fantasies: the energy transition, for example, or the circular economy that hides the real problem from our view with the promise of waste as a raw material. That real problem, says Doeland, is the capitalist need for eternal growth. And the circular economy only makes it bigger: 'The belief in the recyclability of things means that we no longer view waste as a problem, as the dark side of our disposable consumer society, but as part of a more or less natural cycle, so we don't have to worry too much about it.'

Undead waste

Destination is strict. Electric cars and solar panels are not a solution, they are part of the problem. Concepts such as 'energy transition' and 'green energy' continue to hide polluting processes of extraction and combustion. Batteries, plastic and car tires not only have to be produced, but also discarded after decay. This is how the machine of capitalism produces piles of waste that cannot be digested: undead waste, as Doeland calls it, huge piles of e-waste and plastic that haunt us and future generations.

Surprisingly, Doeland is equally sceptical about rewilding projects and veganism, if they are based on a false ideal of untouched nature or moral purity. After all, nature not only includes trees and oceans, but also nuclear waste under the soil and plastic in the sea. The fantasy of nature as a pristine canvas against which man can develop cultures is at the root of the capitalist exploitation of the earth.

Even so, the desire for a clear moral line between what is edible (plants) and what is not (animals) rests on a bad fantasy. All food is sacred, says Doeland together with ecofeminist Plumwood. And that all consumption of food is consumption of suffering is a thought she borrows from anarchist Alexis Shotwell[14]. Because everything on earth is so intensely intertwined with everything, people can no longer shut themselves off from all that is bad: plastic is in breast milk, lead in our blood, soy milk is produced industrially. Moral purity is an illusion.

Cloudy ethics

In an intensely polluted world that can never be made clean again, we must try to get it right. And we can do that well or less well. Unfortunately, even for Doeland, it is not always clear what that means in practice. She herself gives the example of diapers (so yes, she has children!). She opted for washable instead of disposable diapers, but is not sure whether that was the best choice. Was it worth all the energy?

“You must realise that you can never do everything right.” The answer to the question “How to live amidst the ruins?” is unsatisfying, but fair. For me, the most difficult challenge is not to keep myself ongoing confronted with the realisation of millions of climate refugees or the destroyed ecosystems and biodiversity, but rather: 'how do I raise children in this world?'

British Charlie Gardner[15], one of the founders of Scientist Rebellion[16], left the academy because he could no longer bring science to auditoriums full of young people, condemning them powerlessly to a bleak future. Lying to the next generation is not an option, so what do we tell them? The book Apocalypsophie is full of beautiful metaphors and intriguing provocations, but how do I translate them into a life with children? Shall I teach them 'how to get extincted properly', as Doeland sharply puts it? Is there still room for humour and happiness, for joie de vivre and fun? I suspect that Lisa Doeland assumes so, because she has chosen parenthood just like I did. But frankly talking? I'm not very sure.

Source

Katrien Schaubroeck, Filosofe Lisa Doeland vraagt zich in ‘Apocalypsofie’ af: uitsterven, hoe doe je dat goed?, in: De Strandaard, 5-08-2023, https://www.standaard.be/cnt/dmf20230803_94888668

[1] Lisa Doeland: Apocalypsofie. Over recycling, groene groei en andere gevaarlijke fantasieën. (Apocalypsophy. About recycling, green growth and other dangerous fantasies) , Ten Have, 2023 https://www.uitgeverijtenhave.nl/boek/apocalypsofie/

[2] The Club of Rome is a nonprofit, informal organization of intellectuals and business leaders whose goal is a critical discussion of pressing global issues. The Club of Rome was founded in 1968 at the Accademia dei Lincei in Rome, Italy. It consists of one hundred full members selected from current and former heads of state and government, UN administrators, high-level politicians and government officials, diplomats, scientists, economists, and business leaders from around the globe. It stimulated considerable public attention in 1972 with the first report to the Club of Rome, The Limits to Growth. Since 1 July 2008, the organisation has been based in Winterthur, Switzerland.

[3] Jacques Marie Émile Lacan (13 April 1901 – 9 September 1981) was a French psychoanalyst and psychiatrist. Described as "the most controversial psycho-analyst since Freud", Lacan gave yearly seminars in Paris, from 1953 to 1981, and published papers that were later collected in the book Écrits. His work made a significant impact on continental philosophy and cultural theory in areas such as post-structuralism, critical theory, feminist theory and film theory, as well as on the practice of psychoanalysis itself.

[4] Bruno Latour (22 June 1947 – 9 October 2022) was a French philosopher, anthropologist and sociologist.He was especially known for his work in the field of science and technology studies (STS).After teaching at the École des Mines de Paris (Centre de Sociologie de l'Innovation) from 1982 to 2006, he became professor at Sciences Po Paris (2006–2017), where he was the scientific director of the Sciences Po Medialab. He retired from several university activities in 2017.He was also a Centennial Professor at the London School of Economics.

[5] Jacques Derrida (15 July 1930 – 9 October 2004) was an Algerian-born French philosopher. He developed the philosophy of deconstruction, which he utilized in numerous texts, and which was developed through close readings of the linguistics of Ferdinand de Saussure and Husserlian and Heideggerian phenomenology. He is one of the major figures associated with post-structuralism and postmodern philosophy although he distanced himself from post-structuralism and disowned the word "postmodernity"

[6] Walter Bendix Schönflies Benjamin (15 July 1892 – 26 September 1940) was a German Jewish philosopher, cultural critic, and essayist. An eclectic thinker who combined elements of German idealism, Romanticism, Western Marxism, Jewish mysticism, and Neo-Kantianism, Benjamin made enduring and influential contributions to aesthetic theory, literary criticism, and historical materialism. He was associated with the Frankfurt School, and also maintained formative friendships with thinkers such as playwright Bertolt Brecht and Kabbalah scholar Gershom Scholem. He was also related to German political theorist and philosopher Hannah Arendt through her first marriage to Benjamin's cousin Günther Anders.

[7] Donna J. Haraway is an American Professor Emerita in the History of Consciousness Department and Feminist Studies Department at the University of California, Santa Cruz, and a prominent scholar in the field of science and technology studies. She has also contributed to the intersection of information technology and feminist theory, and is a leading scholar in contemporary ecofeminism. Her work criticizes anthropocentrism, emphasizes the self-organizing powers of nonhuman processes, and explores dissonant relations between those processes and cultural practices, rethinking sources of ethics

[8] Andreas Malm (born 1976 or 1977) is a Swedish author and an associate professor of human ecology at Lund University. He is on the editorial board of the academic journal Historical Materialism, and has been described as a Marxist. Naomi Klein, who quoted Malm in her book This Changes Everything, describes him as "one of the most original thinkers on the subject" of climate change.

[9] Srećko Horvat (born 28 February 1983) is a Croatian philosopher, author and political activist. The German weekly Der Freitag called him "one of the most exciting voices of his generation" and he has been described as a "fiery voice of dissent in the Post-Yugoslav landscape". His writing has appeared in The Guardian, Al Jazeera, Der Spiegel, Jacobin, Newsweek and The New York Times.

[10] Roy Scranton (born 1976) is an American writer of fiction, non-fiction, and poetry. His essays, journalism, short fiction, and reviews have appeared in The New York Times, Rolling Stone, The Nation, Dissent, LIT, Los Angeles Review of Books, and Boston Review. His first book, Learning to Die in the Anthropocene was published by City Lights. His novel War Porn was released by Soho Press in August 2016. It was called "One of the best and most disturbing war novels in years" by Sam Sacks in The Wall Street Journal. He co-edited Fire and Forget: Short Stories from the Long War. He currently teaches at the University of Notre Dame, where he is the director of the Environmental Humanities Initiative

[11] Michael Marder is Ikerbasque Research Professor of Philosophy at the University of the Basque Country, Vitoria-Gasteiz. He works in the phenomenological tradition of Continental philosophy, environmental thought, and political philosophy.

[12] Anna Lowenhaupt Tsing (born 1952) is an American anthropologist. She is a professor in the Anthropology Department at the University of California, Santa Cruz. In 2018, she was awarded the Huxley Memorial Medal of the Royal Anthropological Institute.

[13] Val Plumwood (11 August 1939 – 29 February 2008) was an Australian philosopher and ecofeminist known for her work on anthropocentrism. From the 1970s she played a central role in the development of radical ecosophy. Working mostly as an independent scholar, she held positions at the University of Tasmania, North Carolina State University, the University of Montana, and the University of Sydney, and at the time of her death was Australian Research Council Fellow at the Australian National University.[5] She is included in Routledge's Fifty Key Thinkers on the Environment (2001).

[14] Alexis Shotwell (b. 1974) is a Canadian philosopher, currently employed as Professor in the Department of Sociology and Anthropology at Carleton University in Ottawa, where she is cross-appointed with the Pauline Jewett Institute of Women's and Gender Studies and the Department of Philosophy. Educated at University of California, Santa Cruz (PhD), Dalhousie University (MA) and McGill University (BA), Shotwell has also taught at Laurentian University.

[15] Dr. Charlie Gardner’s professional identity cannot be summed up by a simple job title: he is, simultaneously, a lecturer and researcher in conservation science at the University of Kent, a practitioner and an activist with Extinction Rebellion. To him, these are not separate roles. They strengthen each other in his determination to align science with activism in order to save our planet. We spoke with Charlie about his unique approach to science and the multiple ways in which he uses his work life to make a real-world impact for all our sakes.

[16] Scientist Rebellion is an international scientists' environmentalist group that campaigns for degrowth, climate justice and more effective climate change mitigation. It is a sister organisation to Extinction Rebellion. It is a network of academics that tries to raise awareness by engaging in non-violent civil disobedience.