#story: Deliverance
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author-morgan · 2 years ago
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I adore Lily from Deliverance! 🥹 Are there any headcanons or tidbits about her you wouldn’t mind sharing?
ohhh thank you ❤️let's see. here's a bit of background for miss lily.
Lilian Cornwall was born on October 11, 1871 — making her 28 at the time of the game events in 1899.
She received her degree from Wellesley College in 1891 at the age of 20 (one of the youngest, if not the youngest, graduates from the college at the time) and then went on to complete a master's degree two years later at the same institution, with a focus on business and economics. Leviticus was adamant about her receiving a proper education, as he always planned for her to take over the business one day.
Lilian met Lyndon Monroe, who at the time was a recent graduate from West Point, at a party hosted in Washington D.C. in 1893. Infatuated with one another, they exchange letters before striking up a courtship in the following months, much to her father's displeasure.
If she's nervous, Lily often wrings her hands together and starts picking at her nails.
In the true rich Victorian girl™️ fashion, Lily can play the piano and was classically trained as a girl. She's a bit out of practice, though, having always preferred to spend her free time sketching rather than playing.
Lilian doesn't have many friends. She knows a lot of people but considers very few to be true friends given their penchant for often using her name and fortune to better themselves in the end. Due to this, she's a very reserved person in the public eye and tends to prefer remaining away from the spotlight unless the occasion calls for it.
One of her most prized possession is the photograph of her mother, Ada, and her father, Leviticus. Seeing that Ada died due to complications in childbirth, this is the only picture she has of her mother and it’s very dear to her. She keeps it in a silver frame on her writing desk.
Her favorite color is white-creme, which is why her bedroom and drawing room are bright and airy compared to the rest of the Cornwall Saint Denis house decor.
Despite being known for her business prowess in the business community, Lilian is even better known for her philanthropy. After fully becoming her father's apprentice, she established the Cornwall Foundation, which started out as a way to help employees, but now seeks to help impoverished peoples and communities by providing necessities, services, and opportunities too.
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isa-ah · 2 months ago
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the exhausting slog of listening to anecdotal horror stories where rednecks are continually villified even if they dont do anything. "he was just so creepy... one of those fat mullet redneck types" ok and? ok and? and? ok? and the premise of the story is he smiled at you in passing? ok? and? there was one by someone who lived in the same kind of area i grew up but they were very proud to say they were middle class so you can imagine how many digs they took at the broke people around them that are systemically left to rot by the government. wow he only had two teeth? and theyre brown? are you going to step down out of your gold plated horse drawn carriage to pay for this man to go to a dentist? bc he sure as fuck couldnt afford to even if he wanted to. oh that guys fat? hes fat AND he has a mullet? doesnt he know only skinny middle class gen z kids are allowed to have those? what a disgusting perv. dont even get me started on old men who, oh god. wear flannel and have a truck. jesus fucking christ put them down already
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charlie-rulerofhell · 2 months ago
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Hans! Look at me!
Fortune favours the brave.
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druidesscelaeno · 11 days ago
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Me when I join a fandom with a world that takes place in either ancient time periods or like Medivel, Edwardian, or Victorian settings, only to start searching for fics and realizing the majority and recent ones are only modern AU’s:
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ppriesttess · 1 year ago
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Guise,
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wodania · 7 months ago
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what kind of video games would egg like? and which would he play with dunk?
MINECRAFT!!! 100%!!! Egg’s method of playing Minecraft would be finding badly loaded villages and giving them beautiful renovations. Bridges, new houses, new work buildings. He’d create so many new villagers until he has a bustling, thriving village. He’s also in charge of storage, house building, and managing all the logistic stuff. Egg is building a gorgeous castle for him and Dunk meanwhile Dunk is fighting for his life in a cave. They have a system but a lot of that system stems from Dunk not trusting Egg to not die and lose all of the hard earned stuff that Dunk had grinded for only an hour before. Egg would have a retinue of animals with funny names and he’d find mods to dress the animals up in cute outfits. Rideable dragon mod and it’s named something like “Fluffy”. Not fond of the idea of killing the Ender Dragon, wants the Wither to be the final boss instead.
I think Egg would like Stardew too. Void chicken is his beloved he thinks it’s funny. He’d also steal all of the furniture from Dunk’s house and hide it in the chicken coop or cave when Dunk wasn’t looking (me). Once again he’s on farming, building duty while Dunk is fighting for his life in the mines.
This was not asked but I think Dunk is a soulsborne and soulslike fan. I can see him absolutely demolishing Elden Ring and becoming a Let Me Solo Her type figure of pop culture legend.
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randomfandomss · 17 days ago
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wanderingandfound · 3 months ago
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Yesterday I was listening to The Unexplored Places: Deliverance, OH 41 and I kept having to pause because I was mad at Chase for not engaging (let alone flirting with :( ) the NPC Aspen and then being mean to Birdie's mom. And then I finished the episode. Paused the playlist. Drove the rest of the way in silence.
Today I went back to Friends at the Table: All Year Round, There Is Work To Do for the first time since I was taking a walk in Illinois in April.
I am so mad at Chase. I am so mad at Chase. I don't remember the last time I was this mad at a fictional character. What the fuck? What the fuck!
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sarah-sandwich-writes · 8 months ago
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Ok I lied, I also desperately want more about VLTD because I'm FERAL for it... *please*?? I'll take any little snippets you're willing to offer <3 - @fieldsofview
@fieldsofview god okay so Violet is coming a bit slow. I got 6k into it and realized I was already bored with the story. It just wasn't doing it for me, so I put it back in the percolator to stew some more and NOW I think I have the right setting for it. Originally I wanted to send them to Alaska bc of Nash's little throwaway thought about being brother of the year by buying Jo a plane ticket, but that's just not working for me creatively. Tennessee is where it's at, you know?
SO INSTEAD, he's going to buy her the ticket not knowing the reason she's been down in the dumps lately is because she misses when it was just the two of them. She's going to have a bit of a breakdown bc she's feeling all that and now he's trying to send her away?? But she still doesn't want to say it's him and Teddy that are the problem bc he's literally never been this happy before and she won't be the one to ruin it. So instead she confesses she misses her friends, which she does but also there's drama between her and Bella because of her moving away so it's a bit of a nasty surprise when she finds out that instead of Alaska Nash has arranged for her friends to stay with them for a week.
So now she has to deal with even less one-on-one time with her brother and also all the drama she thought was safely sequestered in Buford Hills.
So I'm going to have to cut most of what I have written (*sob*) but the intro is good enough to keep so here you go!
Here there be spoilers for Blue, like don't forget about me!
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There’s an art to picking a hotel cheap enough that living out of it for three weeks won’t bankrupt you, but nice enough you won’t need to worry about bugs. In Jo’s opinion, it all comes down to the desk.
Hotel rooms follow a basic formula: bed (obviously), mini fridge (to store stress pudding), shitty single-brew coffee maker (always the same), a microwave (always different), an armchair in the corner (to sit in whilst eating pudding), and a desk. A good look at the desk and you’ll know whether you’ve made a mistake.
Too squat or wobbly—clearly not intended to be used—you’re in a cheap hotel meant for a single night stay and expected to be gone by breakfast. But a nice desk with a matching chair in a room that doesn’t make you feel like a dirty street urchin means you have successfully walked the line between frugality and indulgence.
Careful not to topple the precarious stack of client notes, Jo scoots the hard four-legged chair closer to the desk that’s too low to fit her thighs under despite being all of 5’4” in her derby skates. She sticks her plastic pudding spoon between her teeth and moves the stack away from the edge while creamy chocolate warms on her tongue. The sleeve of her favorite sweater, an ancient thing with a brown stain over her left breast that looks like a fatal stab wound (pudding incident of 2022), catches on the sharp corner but tears free without trouble thanks to the tattered state of the hems.
“When’re you gonna be home?”
She picks up her phone to see the familiar worry line between her brother’s eyebrows. Nash’s hair is overgrown again—beachy curls inching over his ears and peeping around the sides of his neck. He looks tired, but he always looks tired. More important is the aura of peace that he’s carried like a favorite blankie since they moved to their little mountain.
She swallows and slips the spoon from between her lips. “Thursday.” She points her spoon at the mini fridge where three pudding cups remain—one for each remaining day. “Think you can get the place baby sister proofed by then?”
The stress lines framing his mouth flex. “Yeah. ‘Course.”
She sticks her spoon into her pudding and leaves it there as she prepares to dig for whatever he isn’t saying, but, for once, he beats her to it.
He casts a surreptitious look over his shoulder then hunches forward and says, “Teddy’s got napkin swatches all over the front room.”
Ah, and they’re talking about Teddy again. It was a fun novelty for the first two months—she’s never seen her brother fall all over himself like he did for Teddy—but it’s been three years and she’s over it.
“I don’t understand why swatches. Why not just give us one of each napkin? It don’t make sense.”
“Uh, yeah I guess it’s kind of weird. Why napkins?”
His expression turns dour. “He wants me to pick one for the reception.”
“Alright, so pick.”
They were supposed to get married in February (fucked up, unnatural time for a wedding but nobody asked her), but then Teddy freaked out acting like a little backyard shindig wouldn’t be good enough and now they’re shelling out actual cash money to stand around in a swanky lodge for six hours and eat overpriced chicken.
Downright foolish, but again, nobody asked her.
“I tried but he said he could tell I was just trying to get out of it.” Steel gray eyes stare into hers. “Jo, I don’t care about napkins.”
“I don’t think anybody cares about napkins.”
“That’s what I—!” He lowers his voice. “That’s what I said.”
“But Teddy cares about—,”
“That’s the thing,” Nash interrupts, eyes wide, animated in his exasperation. “He doesn’t care either.”
“Then why—,”
“He thinks—,” He wrinkles his nose, then confesses, “He thinks it’s one of those things where maybe I do care, I just haven’t thought about it enough to know.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“I know.”
“They’re napkins.”
“I know.”
It takes another five minutes to talk Nash around into telling Teddy that he’s put in enough due thought to determine he very much doesn’t care what people wipe their hands and face on at their wedding, but he turns down Jo’s suggestion that they stick a paper towel roll on each table so he must care at least a little bit.
When they hang up the pit of missing home hasn’t filled an inch. Even worse, her pudding is room temperature.
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thelightningstreak · 1 year ago
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Final Chapter for Karma - Thread Complete!
Part of Deliverance - A collection of one-shots and short stories on ff.net featuring Valerie Gray and Dan Phantom
Chapter Summary for Karma Part 15, Epilogue: The clear-minded Ghost King Dan Phantom struggles under the weight of his past, but he's not the only one as he and Valerie forge a little found family from the ashes of the world around them. Final chapter of the Karma thread!
Chapter Warnings: None
Overall Thread Rating: M
Read the new chapter here on FFN!
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deliverance-the-game · 2 years ago
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so my mom is Very White and growing up there were foods my dad was Not Allowed to bring into the house. he loved her a ton and when she was home he respected her so much, but as soon as she left town to go visit her sisters he'd immediately buy a jar of kimchi or whatever else (my favorite time it happened he cooked with trinidad scorpion and effectively pepper sprayed my entire family at 5am because Mom Isn't Home) and then he'd eat the entire thing in one sitting
do the ROs have anything like that? guilty pleasures maybe? like "i respect this is a polarizing thing / i get that my lover despises this and I won't bring it anywhere near them" and also "if im home alone it's fair game and i promise i AM indulging"?
Ishraq
Maybe durian? That's definitely a polarizing food that he indulges in. Unless the Messenger is also a fan of it, then it's a win-win. It has a taste and smell that will not go away anytime soon, so he probably won't eat it at home if he lives with them. There are usually seats at the durian stalls anyway.
Deva
First of all, Deva does not feel guilty about her pleasures. But she's respect their preferences if they don't like it. As an experimenter, she likes to find every spice and sauce and herb and whatnot that she can find and create new flavours. Not every creation will work, some will in fact end up being complete disasters, but that is all part of the fun.
Yi-feng
Not a guilty pleasure but probably polarizing - foods like chicken feet, stinky tofu, and century eggs. Very tasty but might demand for an acquired taste - they are not the most appealing to the senses to some.
Yeshe
In terms of guilty pleasure food, I can't think of any of Yeshe's that are considered polarizing. Perhaps yak yoghurt (yoghurt made from yak's milk) - it's uncommon but it is not exactly a guilty pleasure either because of its health benefits.
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papirouge · 1 year ago
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My sister is really into watching trad wife content like classically Abby? I think that’s her name. I don’t really know who is she. But my sister basically changed her whole personality to follow this woman’s life advice
Turns out though as I learned, her brother is Ben Shapro (that guy that talks weird and made that video about the WAP song and how his wife never got wet for sex , not sure if he was joking because his voice is just very flat) But they’re both very supportive of Zionism and my sister began defending Israel and the genocide in Gaza because of this. Im currently not talking to her because she’s been so disgusting towards Palestinians
If she's under 25, consider this like a fad, like the meninist nlogs of the early 2010s. And like meninist they will come around as they age and cringe when looking back at it lol
The trad movement is just the pendulum shifting back from the mid 2010 #girlboss era. You can bet that in a few years from now, a new version of glirboss will pop out as an opposition to the trad/anti feminist movement and its consequences. I'm very curious where those women will be. Either washed out from their toxic relationship dynamics, bitter for still being not picked (à la Pearl and other MRA girls). I'm sure gen alpha will see this mess and be like "maaan I do not want to be like that, I want to be a free and emancipated woman!!" ....and the pendulum will shift again. Rinse and repeat.
If she's older than that well.... there's not much you can do for her. One of the perks of aging is realizing you can't save everyone and that other people's mistakes (yes, even family members) aren't your responsibility and that's ok.
I have very complicated relationship with one of my sister and very seldomly interact with her and I'm fine with that.
Ben Shapiro is a Jew so it's not surprising for him to root for Israel imo. His DailyWire drama with Candace Owen and how they dropped the ball on her was very entertaining to watch lol I think it's extremely telling that those folks had no issue with her dunking on Blacks, and supporting Kanye "slavery was choice" West, but God forbid being remotely critical of Israel 👀
FYI Kanye backtracked his statements about the Jewish community lmao I mean, homebro has ugly sneakers to sell, he knows what he's doing.... 🙃 still no excuses to the Black community for his slavery comments though #iykyk
A moment of silence for all the people who genuinely believed he was born again after his Christian era. Dude got back to his vomit in a QUICKNESS smh
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spookcataloger · 2 years ago
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Enora the powerhobo (2020)
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mindfulldsliving · 10 days ago
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Joseph Smith's First Vision: Faith, Spiritual Revival, and Overcoming Darkness
Darkness and confusion often define pivotal spiritual moments, and the First Vision of Joseph Smith is no exception. In 19th century America, amid the fervor of the Second Great Awakening, young Joseph wrestled with questions that millions sought to answer—questions about salvation, true faith, and connection with God. His personal theophany wasn’t merely a vision; it was a divine response that…
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plsleafmelon · 24 days ago
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finally got around to watching the amphoreus trailers and wow. if i ever catch any of the hyv writers, its on sight.
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biblebloodhound · 2 months ago
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Telling a Story of Faith (Deuteronomy 26:5-10)
Beneath all of the purchased things and electronic devices is a longing for connection, a desire to know who we are, where we came from, and what our true roots are.
A 13th century artwork depicting the Apostles writing the Creed Then, standing there in front of the place of worship, you must pray: My ancestor was homeless,an Aramean who went to live    in Egypt.There were only a few    in his family then,but they became greatand powerful,    a nation of many people. The Egyptians were cruel    and had no pity on us.They mistreated our people    and forced…
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