#schakles

[robinpics]

Blonde in black

[ibvix]

[sagnaevi]

Ah, haha. To be free from the schakles of his unjust life, death is the only answer. Now, wether it was true death or a dream one, didn't matter. In the end, the result of this gamble is the same; freedom. By sacrificing all his chips in one grandeous gamble; his cornerstone, his life, even betraying the trust of the Trailblazer and becoming the villain of his story - could Aventurine archieve that which he had dreamt of all his life: the right to live. It's a shame about his friend, though. That betrayed look in those golden depths - yeah, it stung, funnily enough. It's not like they were actually close, right? He gave the Trailblazer neverending credits, in return he recieved a valuable alliance for this endevour. It was all just a bussiness transaction. Life is a grand gamble, and nothing comes without a price. Aventurine knew this very well; it had been ingrained into his damned soul.

He had always been lucky. By betting all or nothing into this cursed luck of his, he always walked out a winner. If Giathra really had blessed him with boundless luck, then why did he never feel happy? Even now, as he had freed himself from the clutches of the IPC and the Family - and having found his way back to the waking world... All he felt was, empty? No that is not right. Dread gnawed at the corners of his conciousness - reminding him of the consequences left in the wake of his freedom. Caelus. Haha, he probably doesn't want anything to do with him anymore. After all, he had feigned the threat of detonating the stellaron inside his chest. Aventurine sighed as he made his way towards the Express. It's stupid. He could go anywhere he wanted now, and yet he comes crawling back to the Astral Express. For what? Good question. Why does he go back to them? To apologize in hopes of blazing a trail among the stars together with Caelus? Oh, it's a gamble, for sure. Once a gambler, always a gambler.

❛ We meet again, friend, but don't worry... I'm not here to instigate any discourse. ❜ The former stoneheart greeted, upon having caught the Trailblazer's eyes. Oh, he does not look happy to see him, which was understandable, of course. Nervosity sank in; dwelling underneath the Gambler's breath. Yet, despite the unfavored situation, he kept a calm appearance. // @iiryoku closed starter.

[a-queer-of-color]

— Bullhe Shah, translated by Christopher Schakle

[gold-rhine]

Hi! Love your Genshin posts, they're super interesting!

In your post about Gold bringing in creatures from the abyss and purifying them you mentioned "infusing ppl of teyvat with these purified abyss essense which we know breaks the schakles of fate and allows for free will" and I'm just genuinely curious what this is in reference to? Like how do we know the abyss essence frees people from their fate, I'd like to read more on that. Ty!!

thank you! there are a lot of references to breaking free of fate in connection to abyss, like in desert's quests and descriptions about king deshret, but most coherently i think it was spelled out in Caribert, where Chlothar out right says that Traveler sibling was connected to the abyss and led khaenriah to it. in the same quest we meet Sinner, you know, the purple magical crystal in chains who was worshiped by hilichurls and infuses chlothar with purple power, after which he is able to bring Caribert back to consciousness. after Caribert takes off his mask and purple light shoots out of him, we don't know what happens, but later Chlothar says he "transcended" and could create his own fate.

After that Chlothar starts worshipping Sinner and later, as we know, founds the Abyss Order, so like. I think its pretty safe to say Sinner is connected to the abyss XD Their ultimate plan is called "loom of fate", which chlothar also mentions. Location where we meet Sinner is called "At the fate's end", btw

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I- I- WHAT THE FUCK?

"brushes dont really matter too much, its mostly about execution" WRONG !!! ben day dots numero uno

[arinemone]

[Act 3, post vampire spawn ambush, very serious tone as Idalia's (Tav) and Astarion's conflicting ideas start simemring again, as it always does with the Ascencion question.]

Astarion: "You're the only one. Other people dont have a heart like you. Youre you. Nobody is like that."

Idalia: (Trying really really hard to not make a joke out of that, given its. Unfortunate timing. In this rare state of weakness, shes ((unfortunately)) not subtle about it)

Astarion: (Completely Exasperated, how did he not see this coming*) "I-- oh my gods, Idalia, please, im trying to be genuine here. can you not right now"

*he cant be mad at her bc hed make the same joke given the circumstances.

Anyway im in Act 3, and as i finish other companion quests, tensions r high between the ex-schakled lovebirds here bc they Still Cant See Eye To Eye on Astarions opportunity for Ascencion/Idalias opportunity to inflict the same Heart-stealing curse that was done to her. Despite everything theyve come to compromise on, learn from eachother, the repertoire that theyve built, the fact that these two bitches sleep in the same gd quarters bc theyre so used to cuddling/sleeping after feeding that they have a hard time SLEEPING APART (i hate them. hate them so.much oh my god), that one dissagreement has been a point of contention since theyve met, and things... havent realky changed. Not from the outside looks of it, anyway.

[fandomsinabookshelf]

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[pancake-kat]

Ninjago incorrect quotes from my orchestra and it’s gc:

Cole: I push my grandma down the stairs and say Weave-

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Jay: isn’t Greek a romantic language?

Zane: you mean romanic language?

Jay: no, romantic.

*15 minutes of screaming about language roots later*

Jay: It seems I have been humbled.

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(In the ninja Group chat)

Flamethrower: GUYS LOOK ITS A SCHLANKET

Thunderbolt: SCHLANKET

Rock-man: SHAKEY

Rock-man: SHANKET

Rock-man: SCHAKLE

Rock-man: SLAKET

Rock-man: SHAKLET

Rock-man: AAAAAA

Water-Lily: need help Cole?

Rock-man: SCHLANKET

Rock-man: FINALLY

GreenMachine: u good man?

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Nya: I think I’m the only one here who can actually finish whart they started, KAI.

———

Sora: Well well well…

Arin: How…how long have you just been sitting there stroking that random cat waiting for me to walk in?

Sora: oh you don’t want to know.

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Jay: anything can happen if you scream Lore loud enough!

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//TO BE CONTINUED//

[cxffexngel]

Somewhere he knows, inside the battered and worn thing his core is despise it's resplendence and cracks, he knows how Lucifer probably will never be rid of those guilts and burdens the very same way his own heart will never be able to heal from the hurt and despair back at the garden, from that moment when he fled to the war and took lives that shouldn't have, to the time spent schakled down in that prison with nothing but his claws and teeth and swords to stay alive in the hell that pandemonium was before it got banished into nothing but dust. And it makes a wave of shame surge through his body, an ice cold rush that comes and goes, he's felt that so many times he knows how to ignore it and replace it with just sighing and meet Lucifer's own sorrows and deep grief with nothing but compasion and his best attempts at kindness. Adobe everything, something the current supreme primarch all he's wanted was to see Lucifer unbound of his duties, to smile and live. To not have those deep bags under his eyes; a telltale of burdens back in that garden the other would never voice, or the stoic, distant glances he'd give astrals that rarely would come fetch the other when he'd overstay or missions arose without notice.

Sandalphon was observant, he could see the slighest shift on the other that'd mean Lucifer was fighting himsefl to either stay or not, and oh that hurt, it hurt because at the time, he didn't know how to approach that. Scared he was overstepping, scared it'd be met with rejection or that maybe hed anger lucifer over thinking too much and assuming. But now he knows he should've pushed harder - and since the past cannot be undone, he has the power now. '' This time, you won't lose me. Not to anyone, not for your actions. '' And that's a promise. One he will, if necessary, remind the other over and over, be it word by word on in gentle actions like holding Lucifer's hands in the busiest of villages they'd need to stroll around, to simply quiet moments within mountains and sea. '' And neither I wish you to see you in pain as well– heh... But I don't want to ask you to lay everything that's burdened you. Just– Rely on me, the way I've relied on you all this time. However long it takes to know what your desires, wishes, everything are... Even your flaws, all of them I cherish it,, your past, even if some of that are a mystery to me, Lucifer. '' And unlike Lucifer's bluntness to say things, sandalphon's words are strained, awkward, his brows purse at how scratchy his own whispers are, that he leans his head back a bit and rests, instead, his forehead on the other's while inhaling a bit of air. Letting the whisk of snow white hair tickle his nose and the faint scent of coffee and flower and dew enrich his lungs a bit despise the heavy heart and the bareness of their moment. '' It wasn't a battle I needed to fight, but I did. For you and because I wanted to. '' He could've gone by his own words back in canaan, and used Lucifer's wings to bring ruin to the world, he could've let Lucilius just destroy everything, but no. Determination, a promise, goals - the crew he's come to love and cherish just like how he cherishes Lucifer. But he says nothing more, out of love, and because maybe it was for the best for now.

'' And for you as well, even if bringing you back means... all of this, to face the greatest challenge that is the heart and how heavy it can be, I hope I did right with that. '' Oh how he still feels guilty sometimes of burdening Lucifer with this, the purgatory, oh lonely place for souls to rest and yet, he wanted to give Lucifer a chance, much like the four primarchs that found their own calling despise the struggles. Lucifer deserve a chance that he was robbed of. '' Then, because I want to, and choose to, this life– our life. Your life - even when wars are inevitable between mortals, primal beasts, the otherworld and many other dangers, but one thing we both have learned... they're resilient. And if they can, I believe we can as well. '' And he wants to make sure of that, if he has to be the sword and light to plunge all, if not most of the dangers away, then he will, if he has to fight tooth and nail from the silliest happening of a broken cup to fending off an army of monsters, then he will.

But just like Lucifer, he does not elaborate further, the small anecdote of just a minuscule, yet important part of what paints his body told has been enough to give the other a lot to process, and as much as it's easy to brood, Sandalphon can't bear the other hurting when he can soothe the wounds. Hesitant - or maybe fearful he might bring forth more worries for the other, to weight down the scales even more with more tired shoulders can bear for the night, Sandalphon lets the silence drag a bit, letting his own, weak light from aurburn pinnions bring a bit of warmth for the other, let that little light be assimilated into white plumes so he can give what he can for Lucifer to find that solace he so much says he is to him. And oh how relief washes over him when he feels that little smile, even when probably hair sticks to the former supreme primarch's lips, despise unable to see it. Mirrored by how his own worn and chapped ones lazily form one of his own, and limps a bit into the embrace. '' Perhaps, we are both fools, but I'd change nothing about it– '' Except Lucifer's unwavering need to protect others before himself, for oh how it breaks Sandalphon's heart in million ways, and brings admiration all the same because he' too, feels like it'd be the same in his own feet. At where he is now, he'd hesitate nothing and throw his own body, sacrifice every limb, tear off his wings and nails if it all were to protect those he holds dear. So he understands, yet also finds cruel. Self sacrifice being, perhaps one thing that love brings the most out with it's bloody claws, in so, so many forms - something he never believes to ever understand yet - for now, allows it to go forgotten in order to let Lucifer grieve.

He's had his own time to grieve, he still does. Long lost days, centuries - So much of it. But eternity is there for them. '' Heh, at least we won't end up like when the captain drives himself sick over caring someone inflicted by transmissible illnesses. '' A small deflect, one to bring a bit of a more warm atmosphere and move on. It's the best way to let both of their hearts rest a bit. And Sandalphon lifts his head from Lucifer's shoulder, mourning the loss of touch but his wings only keep the embrace in place, a small veil of a messy aurburn and white - mostly white blanket of lazy feathers as they almost circle both of them. Where they end and the bed sheets start almost lost and giving them a look brings Sandalphon a flush of warmth to his core amidst the dread and grief. '' Kept saying he was fine despise the obvious awful coughs and snoot. Gross... '' And oh, the memory is an endearing one - even if he omits having been worried himself as well and how, sometimes, even primals can fall victim to viruses and bacteria. Something Sandalphon isn't sure he'd be able to experience and prefers never to – Can Lucifer even get sick? The question makes the other's brows furrow deep in though. And oh, now the more he thinks silly, white what ifs and worries over small things, maybe Sandalphon truly has found a little bit more space to heal from old woulds. '' Ah– but that's nonsense. Lucifer... I know it's late. But maybe I could summon our cups and trays. Instead going to the kitchen... or maybe we could go on a walk? To... soothe our minds. '' He tries suggesting after shaking his head and throw out the many thoughts that can easily plague him, from minor things to when the demons back in his core reap from the shadows. Only hoping it isn't too sudden, but if the other refuses– '' If not, that's alright. Even silence, or to stay like this, in this room is enough. Honestly, something I've come to appreciate, '' Oh, appreciate is such a small word when in reality he feels blessed, it a dream, it's perhaps too good to be true yet reality keeps bringing it forth, each morning, each night, each boring evening when closing the cafe or afternoon doing nothing at all watering plants or cleaning the airship's endless worn floors. '' it's simply to see you, hold your hand, when you lean on me after just humming o-or.... saying my name. '' And this last confession brings a bit of warmth in his face, one the primarch gingerly needs to still his worn core or it might set aflame.

Sandalphon's answer is more or less what Lucifer had assumed it would be, but had dreaded regardless. Upon actually hearing the other admit it aloud, his expression drops slightly--wings coming to sag over Sandalphon's back, seemingly drained of the strength and will to hold them up. Sandalphon understands his own sentiments--understands how conflicted and convoluted and estranged his own thoughts are, but he would much rather the other blame him. Sandalphon's suffering, in regards to these specific scars, is a direct result of Lucilius's cruelty, but Lucifer can't bring himself to blame his creator. Instead, it's fat easier for him to blame himself. To believe that he would have been capable of changing fate had he just paid more mind to the ones he loves most. No matter how farfetched that line of thinking it is--it's still a gentler pill to swallow than accepting the fact that Lucilius had acted of his own accord and desire. Somehow, someway, this must all be his fault somehow. Perhaps it truly is in the nature of the creation to be incapable of blaming the creator, but that thought leaves a lump in his throat and a dent in his core. Sandalphon's admission cuts him down to the bone because Lucifer is fully aware that the other is speaking and acting of love for him. People, himself included--he's learned--will do anything and everything for love. "I know, Sandalphon," he sighs weakly. Just as Sandalphon defers him of blame out of love for him, Lucifer concedes out of love for the current Supreme Primarch. He sympathizes with Sandalphon because he understands his pain--understands how and where it hurts.

But Lucifer would much rather die again than allow Sandalphon's wings to be ripped from his back even one more time. Perhaps that makes him selfish--perhaps that makes him a walking contradiction because he fears nothing more than losing Sandalphon to the point where he can barely even stomach the idea of the other getting hurt these days. At times, he wonders if he's dreaming as well, but the persistent hum of his core and Sandalphon's continuous warmth often him pull him out of such thoughts. He has to be alive in order to feel both. "And I fear nothing more than losing you, Sandalphon," he admits softly. If his life were to ever become a burden that would bring pain to the other, he would sacrifice it in a heartbeat just as easily as he had the first time, but he knows now to swallow such words, and keep them tucked away within the safety of his own chest. "I do not ever wish to see you in pain. I do not wish for you to suffer," he says instead.

He knows he can't dwell on what ifs, after all, he's spent far too much of his own life doing so. But Sandalphon's attempt to reassure him only further cements Lucifer's own feelings of guilt and shame and regret. Sandalphon should have never needed to confront Lucilius in the first place. He should have stopped Lucilius long before he had taken a sword to the other's throat. He should have taken more care when interacting with his creator--he should have noticed when the Astral had begun to spiral, and he should have saved him then. Logically, Lucifer knows his own thoughts are little more than hopeless delusions. But a part of him will always be convinced that he could saved both Lucilius and Sandalphon--that he somehow could have found a way to spare them from all of the suffering they endured. From the very agony that naturally comes with being alive. "That was a battle you should have never needed to wage." He can concede on nearly anything Sandalphon brings up, but he cannot let go of his own failings when it comes to Lucilius--his creator's sins were his failures to carry, not Sandalphon's. Never Sandalphon's.

Even so, he allows himself to be pulled into Sandalphon's embrace. He instinctively leans his forehead against the other's shoulder. Sandalphon is warm--of course he's warm, he alive, after all. And the drum of his core has become something intimately familiar to Lucifer--truthfully, it always has been. He finds comfort in knowing Sandalphon has come to understand what he desires. But Lucifer would have been willing--and will always be willing--to sacrifice every last wish of his own to grant even one of Sandalphon's. If not seeing his own desires come to fruition could have spared Sandalphon of all of this, he would have gladly severed every last dream he had ever considered harboring with his own two hands. "My greatest wish had, and will always be, for your happiness and safety, Sandalphon." He doesn't elaborate further--by now they both understand the meaning behind his words. By now, though Lucifer will not admit it out loud for the other's sake, he suspects Sandalphon already knows how willing he is to give up everything for him all over again.

He feels the warmth of Sandalphon's wings forming within the nest he's created around them. His own naturally part to make room for them--pearly feathers tickling Sandalphon's brown ones. Even without lifting his head to look at those wings, Lucifer knows, by nothing more than touch alone, which pair of the other's wings have slotted around his own. Gently, he briefly brushes his rosy plumes along Sandalphon's wings before allowing them to settle into a comfortable position. "I know you will not," Lucifer repeats once more. Sandalphon has always been stubborn, and would always be stubborn. Lucifer, as well, in his own way, is equally as stubborn though almost never when it conflicts with Sandalphon's own determination. Save for his self-sacrificing tendencies that Lucifer will carry to his own grave again and again. "Even so, I wish to carry all that you will me to." Lucifer will always concern himself more with others than he ever will himself. He may allows Sandalphon grace--may happily accept and embrace Sandalphon's pain and suffering, but he doesn't want to trouble the other with any of his own burdens. He has, after all, carried them on his own for millennia. Times has eroded the stone walls built around them bit by bit, and one day they will crumble all around him, but, for now, he won't trouble Sandalphon with them. "You will come to understand one day." Through what he experiences as Supreme Primarch or through Lucifer's own confessions--whichever may come first, but he's too tired right now to say more on the matter. Too bogged down by grief. "I know that, and yet I always pray these skies will be gentler for you despite how cruel they have already been."

Lucifer slowly lifts his head from Sandalphon's shoulder when he feels the other's wing wrap around his back. "And you have me, Sandalphon--my solace." His skin burns where the other's lips press against his jaw, and he tilts his head slightly to make more room for Sandalphon's head where he buries his nose into the crux of his neck. "I still wish for a peaceful life for you." His voice is no louder than the other's, little more than a mere whisper spoken softly against Sandalphon's ear. "With you," he adds even quieter. "I will not allow your wings to be torn from you again. Should you ever burn your hands, I will soothe your pain, and should you ever be wounded--I will care for you until you are well again." He doesn't carry the same power he once had. He is no longer capable of great feats of magic nor can he heal grievous wound in an instant. What little he still possess now pales in comparison to what Sandalphon has gained. But he has acquired something in this second life of his--he has learned resilience from the Skydwellers who persevere in spite everything they cannot do. He tilts his head in order to press a kiss against the side of Sandalphon's head--the angle is awkward, and he tastes strands of the other's hair on his lips in the process, but smiles anyway.

[robinpics]

Blonde cuffed and shackled

[backpackingspace]

Ep.2

Once again I am asking begging throwing up I want a series of xie lians stupid adventures during his banishment. I know it was nonstop chaos at all times. The ban yue arc confirms it. It could be done in the sane style where Feng xin/mu Qing are like oh yah I heard about that thing and then xie lians like here's an incrediblely specific disturbing detail ....NOT that I was there or anything I was just scrap collecting hahaha. hua cheng dying in the background bc he was also there during that how did they miss each other 😭

I know all these ghosts are working together at jun wu's discretion but why is he bullying pei ming?? Besides the obvious of him not wanting anyone to be that powerful

These are the most ridiculous people ever.

"Not very good at this huh" imagine saying that to a god

Love the fact that Feng xin and mu Qing are willing to fight and die for xie lian but not face public humiliation with him.

Also love the fact that nobody listens to xie lian ever.

xie lian: stay calm it's not their blood. Xie lian!!! That doesn't really do much comfort when everybody is literally soaked in blood.

Mu Qing and Feng xin having like 5000 flashbacks about fighting hau cheng xie lian: he didn't show any ill will ^_^

ADORE the fact that Feng xin apparently spends a shit ton of time in the mortal realm but the second a group approaches him with a shit ton of questions he just beats everybody unconscious.

Okay but xie lian is so smart and competent shout out to this man pathologically lying about everything to appear like a laughing stock.

Ep.3

also there should have been a scene where xie lian is being examined after he passed out. And it's just like 7 broken ribs. Crushed spine. Head caved in. Extremely malnourished. Compound fracture in hip. Half the ligaments in his entire body torn. Drained of blood (I headcanon rouye feeds off if xie lians blood sometimes) and Feng in, mu Qing, and Ling wen who all preformed the examination are sitting there like ......what the actual fuck.

Ling wen in a meeting about how hua cheng is definitely on site. Xie lian calling her just to ask if PEI had any romantic relationships. Can you imagine I know the deadpan moment she had must have been amazing.

Xie lian how are yoy planning to feed this boy you don't feed yourself!!!

Xie lian: internally at all times. These schakles are SO INCONVENIENT. WHY DID I ASK FOR THEM?? WHY DID I ASK FOR 3???? (Jkjk I know xie lian thought he deserved them. I just found xie lians "if I only had my cultivation" line funny.)

I don't have thoughts about how much xie lian lies with the background context of him being psychologically tortured. No sir no thoughts or projections happening here. Nope.

So I'm back on my tgcf bullshit, Thanks to rereading no paths are bound (seriously if you haven't read this fic pls pls go read it. it's so good and over a million words long) so I'm rewatching the show (tragically I only have one of the books.) . So get ready for all my thoughts

[becky-e-24-blog]

so if we win tomorrow, we will draw Atletico, Ajax, Schakle or Roma

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[footballerimaginess]

Christian Gross the new Schalke manager, what a throwback didn’t know that man still managed.

[agust-june]

Mark too busy to get some because SM keeping him in the schakles

I came to discuss a mutual problem... A really big problem

Why dude always grabbing is dick like that? Like anyone with eyes can see he's packing and frustrated.🙄

😭😭😭😭

Mark is overworked and as a result sexually frustrated😭

I’ve been saying that the man doesn’t even get time to jerk off on his own.

Clearly he needs our help😌

And I just knowww

I KNOWWWWWW

His dick is big🧍🏿‍♀️

I bet he cums fast too