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today, but in 2022, 2 years ago, Ghost released Impera, say “happy birthday” to Impera❕🎂
Impera is the band’s fifth studio album, which was released on March 11. The album was produced by Klas Åhlund, who also produced the album Meliora (2015). Before Impera, three singles were released; "Hunter’s Moon", was released on September 30, 2021, in support of the 2021 slasher movie Halloween Kills and appears as part of the movie’s soundtrack, "Call Me Little Sunshine", was released on January 20, 2022, and "Twenties", was released on March 2, 2022.
- Imperium
- Kaisarion
- Spillways
- Call Me Little Sunshine
- Hunter’s Moon
- Watcher in the Sky
- Dominion
- Twenties
- Darkness at the Heart of My Love
- Griftwood
- Bite of Passage
- Respite on the Spitalfields
#ghost#ghost band#the band ghost#tobias forge#papa emeritus#papa emeritus iv#cardinal copia#impera#album impera#impera album#the empire is now built
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i think a lot about hot sauce and jeannemary. two young girls so ready to kill and to die. a comparison made all the worse when you recall that hot sauce lost all her family to the cohort, that she can specifically recall fourth style necromancy (using corpses as bombs). a fourteen and thirteen year old that could easily have been on opposite sides of the same front line.
#the locked tomb#the loss of childhood! senseless violence!#opposite ends of the propaganda machine#eskildit posts tlt#all of nona the ninth#how am i supposed to tag hot sauce#jeannemary chatur#ok to rb#edit: okay im actually gonna use these tags to ramble a lil#in many ways i feel alecto the ninth is gonna be the hardest book to actually pull off#first for the obvious reason that its an ending and endings are always hard#but second because nona the ninth was by far the most political book of the series#books 1 and 2 following harrow and gideon mean we're following characters on the outskirts of the empire#gideon is individually oppressed by the ninth and even harrow is considered a black sheep outsider of the nine houses#but they are still WITHIN the houses gideon has dreams of the cohort harrow has dreams of of revitalizing her house#nona was our actual introduction to the real consequences of the empire that characters like judith like jeannemary like corona herself#have their livelihoods and status entirely built on the imperial violence we see first hand on new rho#anyway i say all of this to say it means coming back to these characters might be kinda tricky!#the cost of the empire is no longer abstract its extremely palpable!#how does one return to our core cast we've know for multiple books now that we understand that#idk. interested to see where we go!
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Lineup Pt.3 - Rynn
May the 4th be with you <3
#twi'lek#star wars#my art#rynn#twilek#may the fourth be with you#edge of the empire#swtor#star wars oc#pilot#character lineup#built like a fridge hits like a truck#drives a spacetruck too now that I think about it
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i admit that i find it a little bit frustrating how Wildly Astonished other antizionist jews act when i tell them my israeli jewish family have lived in the region since [some unknown length of time before 1800 when there start being records about it]
#and then they're like ''ohhh they're mizrahi!'' [connotation nonwhite‚ virtuously indigenous]#and i have to be like. no. it's just that‚ as palestine was in fact ottoman-administered greater syria for most of the last 600 years‚#you could get there from other parts of the ottoman empire. such as the part of now-ukraine your ashkenazi family is also from.#it wasn't actually a hermetically sealed arab-only ethnostate that evaporated immigrants on sight. it was a pretty decent place to live as#a jew by at least some accounts. or better than the front of the hapsburg-ottoman war anyway which is where they were coming from.#i'm not sure who you think it's serving exactly to believe that there were literally no ashkenazim in the middle east before the 1st aliyah#however there were some. and this information does not actually threaten a modern anti-state of israel position like at all.#but since apparently you've constructed your new Diaspora-Centric Identity around the idea that 'palestine' and 'diaspora'#are the two mutually exclusive nonoverlapping regions and the former is ontologically a no-european-jews-allowed zone#i guess i can give you a minute to try to figure it out.#ugh sorry this is nothing it isn't anything. for one thing it's fantastically unimportant#and for another thing i don't know how to like talk about it in a way that doesn't make me sound at least kind of like im trying to justify#myself as being somehow less complicit or something. i mean i think my complicity as an american dwarfs the rest of it honestly but.#i just feel really insanely alienated where the rhetoric of my theoretically most closely politically aligned group is not really built to#like. accommodate the facts of my family history.#sorry. i have honestly no idea why im so obsessed with articulating this concept ive just been chewing on it pointlessly for days#box opener
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also on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60348928
Joel wakes up, and he can’t breathe, which isn’t supposed to happen to gods.
The sleeping thing, he thinks, technically shouldn’t need to happen. He’s a god. Not, like, a religion type of god – no one really goes around worshiping him, and he doesn’t really have the massive reality-altering powers that some of the old deities do. He’s just strong, and immortal, and awesome, and handsome, and very tall, and strong, and he’s way off topic now. What was he thinking about before?
Right. Waking up.
Anyway, he probably could go without sleep. But there’s a part of him that doesn’t know how to not get tired. It’s an annoyingly mortal part. He knows that there’s, like, a 99% chance that he was a mortal once, before godhood, since that’s how this usually works. He doesn’t remember anything about his hypothetical mortality, but he guesses he used to be… tired. Tired enough that even a thousand years of godhood isn’t enough to keep him from sleeping every now and then.
The problem with sleeping, and the thing that he’s not certain should be happening even if he does sleep, is dreaming. Specifically, the kind of dream that he jolts up from with a cut-off shout, with a searing pain in his chest, with a rush of memories that are gone before he can sort through them.
Tonight was particularly bad, he thinks after a few minutes, when he can think about what just happened instead of tangentially rambling around the subject. He – he’s pretty sure he dreamed about dying. And other people dying. A lot of death, really. And he’s seen death, of course. He’s died a hundred times. But his chest is still seizing every now and then, and his heartbeat is much louder and faster than it should be, and there’s a very uncomfortable wetness in his eyes that is just embarrassing, really.
Honestly. Why would he cry about people dying? Respawn is a thing.
Stratos is beautiful, even at night. It’s a different kind of beauty than in the middle of the day, and Joel doesn’t like it as much – he prefers the brilliance, the way that sunlight highlights the gold and quartz, the way it blazes in the sky like a beacon. It’s more ethereal, under the moonlight; the gold is all but muted, blending eerily into the warped wood and terracotta, and the quartz has an almost ghostlike glow about it. Joel walks the floating islands, restless, and tries to put a name to what he’s feeling.
He finds himself stopping by Peril’s temple. The Sunflower Lady is not a god he’s ever met, so he’s not sure why he looks at the abstract statue inside and can picture her features so clearly. The nearly-full moon reflects around the temple in ways that he’s pretty sure light isn’t supposed to work.
“Sorry,” he says aloud, and then scrubs at his face in an attempt to bring himself back to his senses. Why is he apologizing to a statue for no reason?
He doesn’t feel like anything is watching him, as he walks on. He doesn’t know if that’s better or worse.
Being a god does have its perks. Wings spread behind Joel as he stops at the edge of Stratos, looking out over the quiet lands below. He doesn’t remember ever having to use the mechanical elytra many of the rulers employ, but he’s pretty sure it would be far inferior to having one’s own wings bound to soul and thought.
Flying usually makes him feel better. It doesn’t tonight. He doesn’t know why.
Joel circles toward Tumble Town on a whim, but as soon as its lights come into view, he pulls away sharply. It’s not because his inhumanly keen eyesight has caught the hunched figure of the sheriff sitting on the tavern steps, of course.
(Joel doesn’t want to think about why he really doesn’t want to talk to Jimmy, right now.)
He ends up in Animalia, which is weird. It’s not somewhere he goes often. Not that there’s anything wrong with it; it’s just… well, the Animalians are a bit freaky, even to a thousand-year-old god. And their mayor – well, she wears that mask presumably to make it a bit less weird that you’re talking to an anthropomorphic cat, but it just makes things worse. Why did she have to pick that particular mask? It’s horribly unsettling, and Joel doesn’t even know why because it’s just a fairly normal looking face, pale skin and pink hair and round eyes, but it has to be deeply creepy on an instinctive level because why else would he feel all twisty and weird and achy inside whenever he looked at it?
But he’s here, nonetheless, sitting at the edge of the fountain in the darkness before dawn, feeling all hollow and scooped-out inside for no good reason. And that’s how he is still, a few minutes later, when a door opens across the square and he looks up at none other than the startled mayor herself.
Joel’s chest aches for a moment when he sees her. He doesn’t know why. He doesn’t know why he’s here. He doesn’t know what he’s doing.
“Joel?” Lizzie says, and damn it, her voice is making him feel even weirder, why is this happening? “What are…”
“I don’t know,” he says, looking away. He wants… he wants her to leave, he wants her to stay, he wants to ask her something but he doesn’t know what. He hates this.
She crosses to the fountain, and sits beside him. He’s human size tonight, not even six feet tall, but she’s still very small next to him. It feels wrong in ways he doesn’t want to focus on.
“I had a bad dream,” she murmurs, into the quiet air. “I… don’t remember what it was about. Not exactly. But it was bad.”
Joel opens his mouth to say that gods don’t dream, but what came out is, “Yeah. Me too.”
“I knew you’d be here.” Lizzie says, hugging herself. Her voice is small, and oddly cracked along the edges. “I – I knew you’d be here, but I don’t know why.”
“Sorry,” Joel says. He feels stupid for saying it, and at the same time he knows it’s not enough. He doesn’t know what that means.
“It wasn’t your fault,” she murmurs, eyes oddly hazy.
Joel’s breath catches for a moment, on a wave of cresting guilt, and the words are pulled out of him without conscious thought. “It was,” he says, “you shouldn’t have died, I told you to do-”
“It wasn’t your fault,” she repeats dully. “Wasn’t even Scott’s fault. Just mine.”
The sane part of Joel’s brain is busy having an aneurysm, leaving whatever irrational dream-bit of Joel brain that is piloting to say, “Jimmy laughed, you know. And then he died. And Mumbo died. And you – I lost all of you, and no one seemed to care, and Jimmy laughed and then you were all dead-”
“No one ever cares,” Lizzie says, her words wobbly, and Joel knows she is crying even though he barely knows her, shouldn’t know that she always has that higher pitch to her voice whenever she is trying to pretend there aren’t tears on her cheeks. “I just – no one ever cares.”
“I cared,” Joel says, fierce, because for some reason nothing is more important right now than making sure that Lizzie knows that he mourned. “I blumin’ cared. I cared too much. You know how much it hurt knowing you were dead? That my best friend laughed and celebrated that you died, and then he died too, and my other friend I was only learning to trust died, and then I had to keep going?”
Lizzie is silent, for a long moment. “Who won?” she asks, dully. “I don’t remember.”
“Me neither,” Joel says quietly. “Wasn’t me.”
Another long silence, in which the weird dream bits of Joel’s consciousness start to fade again, and he slowly realizes just how insane their conversation had been. What were they even talking about? Dying? Winning? Jimmy dying, apparently, and Lizzie, and for some reason that was a really big deal despite both of them clearly being alive, and, you know, Joel really not caring that much?
“Um,” Lizzie finally says. She sounds a lot less upset, and a lot more awkward. “I. I don’t. Um. Sorry, I – I don’t know what that was? I think I’m still a bit asleep, actually.”
“Yeah,” Joel says. He doesn’t know how to respond to what is, apparently, a collective exhaustion-induced hallucination of past experiences that clearly never happened. “I, uh. Sorry for waking you up, or whatever.”
“Oh, you didn’t,” she says, “I just, woke up on my own. It was a dream. A dream, and I woke up.”
“Yeah,” he says again.
The sky is starting to lighten; dawn is coming. A light flickers on in a window a few buildings down. The city is starting to wake up. It’ll be full dawn by the time Joel makes it back to Stratos, even if he leaves right now.
Lizzie is staring out across the square again. Joel looks at her out of the corner of his eye, and can almost imagine that the calico fur and pointy ears aren’t there, that the pink yarn and smooth birch are real. The splashing of the fountain is a nice backdrop, he thinks, but crashing waves would fit much better.
Lizzie turns her head suddenly, eyes meeting his, and for a moment that feels like eternity, Joel swears all he can see is the ocean.
“I’d better go,” she says, breaking whatever bizarre spell has fallen over Joel. “Things to do, you know. Might even get another few minutes of sleep.”
“Okay,” he says, standing. His wings flare behind him, gold-tipped white feathers spreading to catch the faint breeze drifting through the square. Through the eyeholes of the mask, her blue eyes track the wings as if she’s surprised to see them.
(It’s mutual. For a moment, he was surprised he had them. Blumin’ heck, Joel hates when his stupid aren’t-supposed-to-exist dreams mess with his head.)
“Well, see you around,” he says, a little awkwardly, and leaps into the air.
Stratos is a blazing beacon of gold and white, when he gets back to it, as early morning sunlight lights up the eastern faces of the floating build. It’s just the way Joel likes it. So he’s not sure why it’s too blinding, for a moment. Too aggravating.
Joel growls a noise of frustration in the back of his throat, and forces himself to grow as he comes in for a landing. He straightens up eleven feet tall, like he should be, and surveys his magnificent home, and pretends things are fine. He’s good at that.
#empiresfic#joel smallishbeans#lizzie ldshadowlady#empires s1#empires s2#secret life#thinking about them again#built around my hc that after s1 Lizzie lost her memories and disappeared#s1 Joel went after her#and became a god to try and help her#but lost his own memories in the process#so now they're chilling on empires s2 and neither can remember each other or who they used to be#but the life series makes things... interesting#will never be normal about empires joel/lizzie
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just a lil reminder that Judicators and K'Nauth had a choice about defacing themselves and becoming vessels for their gods
the Ruidusborn Exaltants? who all felt fated to be in the Hellcatch? y'know, the ones like Imogen who are developing scars and physical disfigurement by just existing?
they didn't.
#critical role#cr speculation#the ruby vanguard#cr c3#exu calamity#judicators#ruidus#predathos#my autism brain cant handle this#some gods? not great#ludinus da'leth? worse#the thing that eats gods and corrupts all life it touches and ACTUALLY robs people of their free will? worse#the soldiers of the Dwendalian Empire have done the same shit as the Pelor guys in Hearthdell#people rightfully hate the empire because of it#they dont want to kill all the people of wildemount though#that is the equivalent analogy#ludinus is a bastard but we dont wanna kill all elves#pelor is a bastard? now every god must die. thats just how it has to be#brother#did we forget that that temple was built 30 years prior?#did we forget that it was built there because a mill paid the church to be there?#i dunno man#“my faith is in people”#really seem to forget all the people getting hurt by the ones trying to kill the gods#but hey#whatever#who am i to say anything
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sorry but if you actually think Cancel Culture ™ is a thing then you're kinda a dumb fuck. Cancel culture isn't real, holding people accountable for their actions is a thing, but this whole narrative around Canceling that's evolved over the past few years isn't real. It's never been an actual thing. Its just a fear mongering tactic to further vilify the groups who were being harmed in the first place and victimize the person who did something wrong.
Your fav being called out for playing an antisemitic video game that directly gives profits to a hugely influential TERF, who's said openly she sees getting profits / royalty cheques from her franchise as endorsements for her bigotry, is not "cancel culture". It's called the consequences for your actions.
You have every right to do and play whatever the fuck you want, but that goes both ways. If you go out of your way to build up and financially support these people who're openly advocating to take away trans people's rights, then you get to deal with people not trusting you because of it. You get to deal with trans and Jewish folks not feeling safe around you, not wanting to be around you or not wanting to talk to you. Because you have shown that you care more about nostalgia and temporary personal emotional gratification over the wellbeing and safety of those communities in the real world.
People have explained why supporting HL is wrong, people have explained why it's harmful, people have explained in detail the issues with this situation. You. Just. Don't. Care. You don't listen, or read, because in the end, you can't be bothered enough to put in the effort of having 1 moment of critical thinking.
It's not that folks don't have arguments or evidence, it's that it clearly does not matter to you. It's that the value of an antisemitic game full of one horrific thing after another is worth more to you than the real, living breathing people who are going to be, and have been, affected by this.
You come across as a bad person. Not because some person on Twitter determined you must be, but because your actions speak far louder. And they're screaming red flags.
I'm not going to argue with you over your own bad decisions and life choices. You've made your bed and are mad that people are telling you to lie in it.
#not dc#i need to not focus on this but it makes me so annoyed#and like the constant 'well hp has been a comfort thing of mine since childhood!' like bitch do you think Harry Potter was a niche little#thing????#a fucking lot of us had Harry Potter as something important to us growing up#i remember getting all the legos sets for Christmas in 2011. getting the lego video games and i loved them!#but. that. doesn't. matter.#we're not children anymore and she's not on our side.#JKR made it clear that a large portion of her previous fan base are not welcome around her and that frankly#that she would rather them be dead.#she's a horrendous human being who is causing so much pain and anguish for communities that're just trying to exist#and its built upon the empire she crafted. the one full of stereotypes and offensive imagery and tone-deaf themes.#we aren't kids anymore and it's shameful to gloss over what she is actively doing Right Now because You have fond memories of her world.#a lot of people don't get the luxury of pretending like she's not an awful person because they're the ones she's harming#they're the ones she's spreading hateful rhetoric and stereotypes about. the ones that she's pushing to get their rights taken away.#just put down her shitty fuckhng series and read another book.#i promise you there's hundreds upon hundreds of better ones out there with better plots and better world building.#anti harry potter#anti jkr#anti hogwarts legacy#tw transphobia mention#tw antisemitism mention#figure I'll tw tag just in case ya got it filtered 💖
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Im well adjusted and have normal reactions to stimuli. Unrelated i might have to get off tumblr for a little or else ill tell people to kill themselves over their WRONG opinions on architecture
#USELESS UGLY FAGGOTS on tumblr dot com when a building isnt art deco eco brutalism ornate bullshit with 10000000 buff flexing anthro#Whatre they called hang on#MANTICORES#Manticores spitroasting each other above every column built like the white house starred in my big fat greek wedding 1920s au#i forgot how i dtarted this sentence . Ugly useless shouldnt be alive ugly stupid demented frankly mental patients frankly when a building#Doesnt look like that 😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️#ill rip your head off#get behind me beaufiful new formalism babes#typed the words new formalism and got so hard i stopped breathing and had to use a defiblirator on myself#No thats when your heart stops you fucking idiot. Whatevrr im not retyping that#Tldr everyone fucking kill yourselves now. FREEDOM TOWER KILL YOURSELF NOW#EMPIRE STATE BUILDING KILL YOURSELF NOW#What else#CHRYSTLER BUILDING KILL YOURSELF NOW#And etc#fuck you since alll of you are so fucking stupid we are leveling every city EVERY CITY and you will have to live in MUD IGLOOS#MUD AND STRAW. AND SHIT IN A HOLE IN THE CORNER OF IT#YOU STUPID FUCKING UGLY USELESS ANIMALS#i dont need to be medicated about thsi if my therapist tries to medicate me im gonna come at her like travis the chimp
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fellas, im starting to think that the world is screaming "kiss me, son of god" but im not sure can anyone back me up on this?
#we built a little empire out of#some crazy garbage#called the blood of the exploited working class#now they've overcome their shyness#and they're calling me#your highness#and a world screams#kiss me#son of god
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post game for sonnet & that man's relationship sees the power imbalance... even out? mind you they're still godawful ❤️ but now the toxicity can be aimed outward
#they fully both thought the other one was going to pull a last second betrayal#and now they're both like 👉👈 ok now what#so we trust each other fr now? do we want to become immortal and built an empire now?
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man. no shade for anything he does, but grian in evo was quite a bit of a douchebag wasnt he.
no regards for peoples builds or attachements
#ik they are still all friends irl but that was painful to watch him blow up random stuff built by others#he literally comes off as an asshole multiple times but all the coments are always supportive bc hes the popular and beloved one#and people just spam comments about the grian empire under every other members video#like. man#i do love his videos now and everything hes doing on hc. again no shade on him big respect#but evo was just something else huh
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SMTH SMTH I WILL END THIS CURSED BLOODLINE
#QUICK PLAY THE TEKKEN EQUIVALENT OF THE IMPERIAL MARCH#but fr hngngngnhh. not only is jin proclaiming his belonging in the mishima family by adding to the ''lesson''#but also hes doing it to hurt heihachi. even if it was just to make a point heihachi cared in some way about those lanterns#so jin destroying them and doing smth that surprises heihachi is jin's way of taking back control#of hurting heihachi for the hell training he put him through. heihachi made jin ruthless so jin is gonna be ruthless#(and it was kaz's way too! in t1 the only thing kaz liked was making things hard for heihachi!)#and thus the cycle continue#the reason heihachi smiles is because hurting each other is the mark of the mishimas!!! hes succeeded in molding jin!!!#BUT ALSO JIN DESTROYING THE LANTERN SYMBOLISING WHAT THE MISHIMAS HAS BUILT IS FORESHADOWING OF HIS FUTURE GOAL#HIS GOAL OF DESTROYING EVERYTHING INVOLVING THE MISHIMAS: THEIR EMPIRE. THEIR MEMBERS. THEIR DNA... INCLUDING HIMSELF#GNGNGNHNHNNGNGNHHNNHNGNGNH#also i take back what i said about the devil mark. i get why its here now#tagging later
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The we are so over to we are so back whiplash of grad school is fucking insane
#ive tweeted this before but. once again it is true#spent the last 4 days feeling abject despair and now ive finished most of my built up work and its like. i could topple empires#m
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songs in my head (stuck)
#marzi speaks#currently it’s tmbg#iiii built. a little empire out of. some crazy garbage called the Blood of the exploited working classsss#now they’ve overcome their shyness and they’re calling me ‘your highness’#and the world screams ‘kiss me son of god’#jamming out in my mind dude#i look like jeeesuuus. soooooo they sayyyy#o-oh but jeeesuus is very far awayy
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does everybody want joel for his seed ????????? is that what's happening 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
#this is about empires smp of which i have not taken a look at ever since joel built that boot in tumble town#so I'm behind like. im gonna say 2 months of lore#are oli and joel married now#i watched none of the crossover except for when the hermits first crossed the rift#i havent even been looking at the recap so im more out of the loop than i need to be#<- guy who's only watched oli and beef in the last 2 weeks#... yeah i gotta catch up fr#kjcl talking
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Writers and world building vs. Writing the story in the world
#yes I'm calling myself out#i've been world building the same story for more than half of my life#but the last couple years has been adding people#where before it was places#before then it was landmasses and biomes and weather and the major route of travel#before that it was Pre History and Assumptions that Survived vs The Truth That Was Obscured And Lost#before that was the dieties and how the Creation Story goes#and each layer built upon the last#and I wanted all of them while building over arcing cultural things like language and writing and organized religion and governance#because the story is about traveling across an entire landmass held by an Empire#Empires have components with their own identity#that comes from The Before Times and how They Changed between then and now#what was embraced and what was resisted#what caused conflict#what resolved it#and I Have Been Thinking About It for 20 years lol
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