#the shining truthful atlantis

[himemiya-kun]

Blue Sea＊The Shining, Truthful Atlantis (English) Translation List

Disclaimer: An online translator is used for these translations, therefore translations may not be accurate. Some dialogues may be adjusted for smoother speech.

[ Status: In Progress ]

Prologue • Chapter 1 • Chapter 2 •

Chapter 3 • Chapter 4 • Chapter 5 •

Chapter 6 • Chapter 7 • Chapter 8 •

Chapter 9 • Chapter 10 • Chapter 11 •

Chapter 12 • Chapter 13 • Chapter 14 •

Chapter 15 • Chapter 16 • Chapter 17 •

Chapter 18 • Chapter 19 • Chapter 20 •

Chapter 21 • Chapter 22 • Chapter 23 •

Chapter 24 • Chapter 25 • Chapter 26 •

Chapter 27 • Chapter 28 • Chapter 29 •

Chapter 30 • Chapter 31

[funbirdnest]

Atlantis - Prologue

Hello! I will be translating the fine climax event Blue Ocean * The shining truth of Atlantis. This translation comes in collaboration with @spectralpooch and mia (nenosuns)

English proofreader: @spectralpooch

Japanese proofreader: nenosuns

Second part hasnt come out yet but I hope you enjoy the story

(A dream. Or, perhaps, the harsh reality of Himemiya Tori)

Tori: (………….)

(I can't… breathe... )

(It hurts. It hurts so, so much.)

(I can't keep my eyes open… I can't see anything.)

(It's so dark and cold in here.)

(It's cold. So, so cold.)

(I'm about to freeze…. Why is it so cold?)

(Hey, is anyone there?)

(Yuzuru! Hibiki-senpai! Eichi-sama…!)

(Is anyone there? Anyone would be fine, please I…)

(It hurts. I can't see anything. And it's so, so, so cold.)

(Where even am I? Why am I in such a…?)

(Eichi-sama! Eichi-sama! Eichi-sama!)

(The place where you stand is so high, and it looks so cold…)

(I stretched my hand as far as I could and desperately tried to reach you.)

(But I'm not an angel, and I wasn't able to fly through the sky.)

(So I succumbed. My wings shattered and I crashed down.)

(Ah, is this the sea?)

(I must be at the very bottom of the deep, deep sea, where no light can reach.)

(Is that why it's so cold, so dark, and so hard to breathe?)

(Cough... cough... cough...)

Yuzuru: … Bocchama?

I-Is everything all right?

You collapsed during SS and you are still recovering, so you shouldn't overexert yourself—

Tori: Hh... hh... Ugh... gh...

Yuzuru: If you are unable to respond, then I will have no choice but to call an ambulance immediately...

Tori: Pant... Pant... Yu-Yuzuru?

Yuzuru: Yes. It is me, Yuzuru.

I am here by your side, as always.

Tori:… Yeah. Guess you are.

Hehe... Even though I came to live in the dorms, I ended up sharing a room with you, Yuzuru. So tiresome.

And here I thought I'd be able to do whatever I wanted without nosy people like you spying on me all the time.

Yuzuru: Jesting aren't we? Nevertheless, even if we were to be assigned different rooms, Bocchama, I would still choose to reside in your room.

So that I can be by your side and serve you. After all, taking care of you is my job, as well as my reason to live.

Tori: Uwaaah... Groooss... You're so annoying ♪

Yuzuru: Fufu. Your words and actions don't match at all.

Right now you're holding my hand so tightly—Bocchama, I'm always going to have my hands full looking after a spoiled child like you, aren't I?

Tori: I'm sorry. I just had a really scary dream.

I may have said some weird things in my sleep because of that. But I'm fine now—It's not like I have a cold or anything.

I'm sure that I'll be able to get back to working super hard by tomorrow.

Yuzuru: Hmm... Indeed, your temperature appears to be normal. It's occasionally hard to tell because your body temperature, like a child's, is naturally high.

Tori: When did you measure my temperature?

Yuzuru: With my talents, I have the power to change your clothing from head to toe without you noticing a thing, Bocchama.

Since I know where all your nerves and sensitive points are, I can check your body thoroughly without you feeling anything, much like an acupuncture session—

Tori: Wait, wait, that's so scary! I swear, sometimes your weird, mysterious skills are way too scary and gross!

Yuzuru: Oh, but I trained especially for you, Bocchama ♪

Tori: Yeah, and that's why you're so scary!

Yuzuru: There's no need for you to be scared, because I will always be on your side, Bocchama.

Tori: I know~ And I'm grateful but… Having someone way more talented than I am devote their entire life to me is a lot to deal with.

And I don't feel worthy enough of being treated like that.

Yuzuru: What are you saying? It seems as though the nightmare you just had has left you quite anxious.

But don't you worry. Bocchama is a good and virtuous person who is worthy of my service.

If you continue to doubt my words, I can sit at your bedside and repeat them a million times over into your ear.

Tori: I think I'll have another nightmare if you do, so please don't.

Yuzuru: I only wanted to whisper about... my love for you, Bocchama.

Tori: You're half asleep too, aren't you, Yuzuru?

Oh, no wonder—it's already 3 AM. And yet I woke you up while you were fast asleep. Sorry about that.

Yuzuru: Not at all. It would be troublesome if something were to happen to you, so please do not hesitate to rely on me if you are not feeling well.

There is no need to concern yourself with time or circumstances.

I have said so many times already, but once again: I am, now and forever, your most faithful ally and I will always put you first no matter what.

Please, don't ever forget that.

Tori: Hm…I get that too.

Yuzuru: Has your anxiety passed?

Tori: For now, yeah... Ah, now that I'm more relaxed, I'm starting to get sleepy.

Yuzuru: That's good to hear. Shall we hold hands like this until you fall asleep?

Tori: I'm not a baby. Yuzuru, you have work tomorrow as well, right? So you should hurry up and sleep too.

I feel just fine now.

[spookyspecterino]

Soft Moments in the Stars

Sam Coe x GN! Reader

GN! Reader. No pronouns, no use of Y/N, or reader descriptions used.

Anxiety, worry, some fear (Sam is there to comfort you and calm you down). Comfort, breathing exercises, reassurance.

Staring out into the stars, while everyone sleeps, your mind starts to worry. Sam notices you're awake and stays up with you.

Characters: Sam Coe. Mentions of Cora Coe, Sarah, Barrett, and Andreja.

Haha, bet you didn't expect another so soon! This is short. But I really needed it. Now that the poll requests are done, I can get into the heavier more plot related stuff >:) (Aka: my sad era)

Staring up at the stars, what a primal instinct it’s been for all of humanity since the dawn of creation. The unknown, the curiosity, the wonder in it. How long have humans been looking up at the night sky? And how many of your ancestors have done just the same; sitting, staring, and questioning?

What’s out there? How do you fit in to any of it? In this vast field of stars, of people, of planets—why are you the one to go on this cosmic journey?

New Atlantis had too much light pollution to look up and stargaze at night. Akila city had too much dust and sand in the air. But now, in the cockpit of the Frontier, the entire universe stretches out for your curious, pondering eyes.

Quiet moments, when everyone is asleep and the ship drifts across the blackest sea, are rare. It’s an opportunity to sit and really think. At times, maybe the constant hustle and bustle from place to place, mission to mission, is good. It’s a distraction, that much is clear. The lively conversations among your crew, Sarah jotting down notes about unexplored systems, Cora with her enthusiastic book reports—is comforting.

You may not always have them. It may be, in time, this quiet, contemplative silence is all you have left.

It’s a chilling, anxiety-ridden truth that you’ve been forced to think of more and more. Especially now.

With every new temple you discover, every new power you gain, a rift grows between you and the others. There’s a distinct feeling to it.

Sarah and Noel look at you like you’re something to be studied. Barrett uses constant humor and jokes to cover his nervousness. Andreja feels threatened by the power imbalance.

Only Sam continues to treat you the same.

Sam—wonderful, optimistic, loving, Sam.

Your shining light in the dark.

Every outcome is uncertain, but his promises of staying with you—always being at your side, no matter what—is a comfort unlike anything else.

A long-winded sigh leaves you. Your mind can’t help but wander into the worst-case scenarios or worry about the unknown. If these temples turn you into some kind of monster… what then? If your destiny takes you on a different path than his, how can you see it coming? Could you even prevent it?

What about Cora? Will she grow up without you? Her own path taking her elsewhere?

Is this all for nothing? Is this endless space an indifferent, uncaring, void that only seeks to be filled with violence—

Soft hands caress your tense shoulders. “Hey. What’re you doing up?”

Like a light switch being flipped, the anxious, spiraling thoughts cease. A lucid calm washes over you.

You lean back in your pilot’s seat, feeling the warmth of Sam behind you. “Couldn’t sleep.” You murmur.

He hums softly, leaning down closer to you. “What’s bothering you, sweetheart?”

“It’s hard to say.”

“Hmm…” He presses soft kisses to your shoulder, gently kneading the other. “Describe how you’re feeling.”

“Frustrated. I guess. I have so many questions.”

His thumbs move to massage between your shoulder blades. “I can tell, you’re very tense.”

This makes you chuckle, a breathy and tired sound. You can feel his short beard against your neck. His lips ghost over your skin. “Come back to bed, we can work some of that frustration out.”

A very tempting offer. Other nights you would happily accept to be whisked away in his arms, forget everything, and curl up next to him to start a new day. But something stops you.

He can feel your hesitation. His lips hover and his hands pause.

“It’s…It’s not just that…” You frown at the stars. Sam’s faint reflection in the glass watches you with caring, patient eyes.

“I’m…I’m scared—terrified, actually.” As if a great floodgate opens, you release your thoughts into the still air. “I don’t know what’s coming next; I rely on Constellation to have at least some idea of what we’re getting into. Seeing Sarah and Noel just as confused as I am…it’s really unsettling. These temples and powers…what if they change me into someone—or something—unrecognizable?”

Your breath quickens. “I don’t know what to do. There’s so much responsibility on my shoulders now, it’s all so sudden. What if I screw up? What if I get someone hurt—what if I get you hurt? Or if I make the wrong choice and—”

“Whoa, whoa. Easy. Take a deep breath.”

You do, filling your lungs just as he does, as he guides you along.

In and out. Slow. In and out.

Your heart calms, just a little, but your racing thoughts still tumble around your mind. “Thanks.” You whisper, leaning your head back against his shoulder and closing your eyes.

“Stand up. I wanna hold you.”

His hands guide you out of the chair, sliding under your arms and around you like a safety net. Your hands lay over his. They’re always so warm, while yours are always cold.

His body presses against yours, flooding you with his warmth, face nuzzling into the crook of your neck. He murmurs into your skin. “It’s alright. I’ve got you. I will always be with you.” His fingers tangle with yours, smooth and practiced.

“It’s natural to make mistakes—and it’s not your fault. You’re learning just like the rest of us. There’s no way you can predict the future, so go easy on yourself. Making mistakes is human.” He trails light kisses up your neck to the shell of your ear. “As for everything else—we take it one step at a time, together. If something doesn’t feel right, we can adjust or take a break. Don’t push yourself. The universe isn’t going anywhere.”

Tears dot the corner of your eyes as you smile and nod. Your voice is barely a whisper. “Thanks, Sam.”

“Anytime, love.”

You take some more steadying breaths, feeling your lungs fill and empty out rhythmically. “You always know exactly what to say.”

He chuckles, his breath is warm against your skin. “I know you, and I know how it feels to be weighed down by anxious thoughts.”

After a few more minutes of watching the stars, feeling your mind slow and your thoughts ease, “I think I’m ready for bed now.”

“You sure? I can give you some more time alone if you need it.”

“Nah.” You turn in his arms to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You’re greeted with the softest blue eyes and a loving smile. “I’m good now.”

Sam presses his forehead to yours. “I love you. You know that right?”

“Of course.” You press a soft, lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I love you too.”

His content, happy, sigh—one of your favorite noises—lifts your heart out of the gloom.

[laeliana]

Artemis Fowl Tag

Stolen from @tengirl, since the blog appears to be deleted I cannot repost it directly, so I copied and pasted it:

so, i made an artemis fowl tag forever ago on my old blog & thought i’d made a new & improved version! feel free to tag some peeps who might want to do this too, if ya want. without further ado, the artemis fowl tag 2.0!

1) who’s your favorite character & why?

2) what’s one of your favorite scenes in the books?

3) if you could be any species of fairy, which one would you be?

4) do you read af fic? if so, drop one of your favorites!

5) give your ranking of the books from best to worst!

6) if you could say anything to any of the characters, what would it be?

7) if your comfortable w it, share one of your favorite headcanons about the series <3

8) what’s one thing that you would change about the series?

9) if we’re not counting book one artemis, who’s your favorite villain & why?

10) how did you get into the series/when did you first read it?

1) Artemis and Minerva. I mean, everybody loves Artemis and we all know why, so I'm gonna spend a couple of words on Min. I find amazing the idea of another genius who is a foil of what Artemis could've been was he born in a more normal family. I think most of the problems Artemis has stem from his family, so having Minerva could've helped him realize he could still be a genius, but different, less reliant on his mother and his father. Sad thing she disappeared (Fowl Twins does not exist).

2) I think Butler and the troll. One of the best fight scenes I've ever read, period.

3) But I don't want to, I like being human ç ç

4) Hell yes. altus, alti by @pokegeek151, Artemis Experiments Weird by @eldewinddolly, Different by Opal Roseblossom, All in an Instant and Before by NovaWasTaken, The Face I Wear by @piscespixiewastaken, The Truth About Santa by ArtysSexKitten

5) Artemis Fowl - The Opal Deception - The Lost Colony - The Arctic Incident - The Atlantis Complex - The Eternity Code - The Time Paradox - The Last Guardian

6)

to Artemis: by the love of God GO GET MINERVA, SHE'S THE ONE (everything else I would like Artemis to do will cascade down from that)

to Holly: stop thinking Artemis is something different from what he is. You're only gonna hurt yourself.

To Butler: I'd like to say him "Relax, your charge will do fine", but it'd be a lie :D

To Foaly: get down your pedestal and realize there are others that are just as smart or smarter than you. It's a lot less hurtful than realize it after they've tricked you

To Angeline and Artemis Sr: you owe everything to your son, so leave him be. He'll be himself his own way, not everyone else

To Minerva: go slap some sense into Artemis. You're prolly the only one smart enough to do that.

To the People as whole: you're no better than Mud Men, deal with it.

7) easy: Artemis and Minerva stood in close contact (be them friends or lovers, it doesn't matter), because there's no way Artemis finds the only one person that could stand toe to toe with him in a scientific debate and then forgets about her. It would be like for us to discover for the first time that fandoms exists and that there are other people that share our interests.

8) As you could very well understand at this point, more Minerva (I'm working on that). But also Artemis moving away from his family and Holly staying well away from the LEP. Also I'd rewrite the entire interactions of TAC because come on, that's not how you deal with someone with mental illness. Also I generally think that latter books suffer from too many villains, and one of them per book (Minerva, Young Artemis, the Complex) would be more than enough and would have its time to shine. Also, enough of Opal.

9) Again, Minerva (don't know if t counts, and I've already annoyed you more than enough with her) and baby Artemis from TTP, I think the juxtaposition between him and his older self is one thing I really like from TTP. ANother thing I'd change is dump the entire Extinctionist and Opal subplots, and let yong Artemis be the only villain of TTP. He desperate for the money to save his father, and his older self desperate for the lemur to save his mother. Let them clash.

10) Who even remembers lol? It must've been more than twenty years ago

[mariaxxxxx]

Chapter 2: Love me, Love What i am

Summary: On summer holidays you find a mysterious shell among the waves. Then an unlikely friendship arises with a sea creature with wings on its ankles and ears pointed towards the sky.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY/ Minors DNI, Angust, Hurt comfort, Sex, Apologies, Crying, Creampie, Passionate sex, virgin!reader, size difference, smut, soft!dom!, HEA, somnophille, slight degradation, duvious consent, pregnancy, arranged marriage, inexperienced reader, abortion commented, unprotected sex (don't do that wrap this thing), kidnapping, aftercare, curse words.

A/N: English is not my mother tongue. I apologize for any errors.

A/N: Reader is heavily implied to be Mexican but i tried to keep it as free to the imagination as possible

Work count: 1.879

serie materialist.

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Some years later...

"So what do you think?" You asked as you spun around on your own axis.

"You look beautiful." Namor exclaimed.

"I'm glad you liked it." You said, sitting down next to her on the sand. “He was even more handsome at the prom. You know, with the hair done, the makeup impeccable and the very expensive shoes.”

A smile formed on those beautiful dark lips clearly amused by his youthful enthusiasm. You had finally graduated from high school with the right to prom, an escort and a beautiful expensive dress provided by your mother and stepfather. The year was crazy for You surrounded by college preparations, dances, extracurricular activities and teenage parties; You went through it all with flying colors and when it was all over the summer finally arrived, You decided to stay with your grandmother until the end of the summer like she was used to doing all these years.

The early days You always spent with your lovely grandmother; where she spoiled you with kisses and treats. Afterwards, you closed yourself in your little room on the beach in the company of your friend Namor. When You saw him, shining on the edge of the sea with his golden skin, you ran to him and wrapped him in a tight hug that was returned with sloppiness – Namor was never good at hugging. You and him caught up.

You prattled on about how exciting and stressful the year had been with all the preparations for college. He told him about the problems his father was causing by revealing he wouldn't pay for his college and how his stepfather was a hero when he offered to pay. When You told him about your date to a dance, a cute boy from your biology class who tried to kiss you after the first dance Namor rolled his eyes and muttered how disrespectful little surface boys were.

The conversation went on until You mentioned how You would like him to see you in the ball gown as green as the jades that adorned your nose and ears; So, he asked You to bring the dress the next day so he could see it and so You did. You changed behind the black rocks and did your best to make the dress accentuate your curves. His intense gaze on his body resulted in small waves of heat running through his veins to disguise it. You twirled in a childish attitude, causing laughter from that beautiful man.

“You look beautiful like this.”

“I bet there are girls in Atlantis prettier than me.” You exclaimed with a fake air of outrage. Namor found his words funny.

“My home is not called Atlantis.” He said with his eyes fixed on the horizon.

“You never told me the real name of your house.”

It was a painful truth; Namor never trusted You to tell you anything about him or where he came from. The years of friendship consisted of you telling him your daily nonsense and him teaching you how to swim. You, with your wit, tried to extract any information, but he never let anything slip.

“Stop this nonsense.” He turned his head and looked at You. “It’s for your safety.”

He always said that damn phrase like a damn broken record. Damn mysterious seaman, You thought.

“If I know too much will you kill me?” You asked with a playful tone, but his hard gaze made your joke seem dull.

“Yes, if You know too much I will have to kill You…” He stopped suddenly thinking about the words he would say next “… or take You with me forever. You would never see your family again.”

You felt nervousness begin to penetrate your senses. In all these years it was the first time he had said this to You. Namor had always been reserved about who he was and where he came from reluctantly You accepted the condition of not being too curious for the friendship to last, but now your head was spinning. filled with doubts and demanded an answer. Cum! That man knew absolutely everything about You; he knew your favorite foods and colors, how you were sad every time your father promised something and didn't deliver, how your stepfather became an exceptional person in your life, your ambitions and insecurities for the future, the little pet peeves between you and your mother caused by her teenage stubbornness. You always told him everything, it was only fair that he did the same.

"Is not fair." You whisper as you play with the hem of your sandy dress.

“Ah” He suddenly smiles, looking more sharp than friendly. “I never said it would be fair, girl.” He looks at You from his place on the sand, and suddenly You realize how one-sided this relationship has always been.

“You’re right, you never said.” You respond without looking at him. You look at the waves crashing against the rocks as if you've never been to the beach before. Even when You try to turn your attention elsewhere, You can still feel his gaze on You.

“I won’t be able to be by your side as much as I would like.” Namor’s voice is soft and you resist the urge to look at him. “I will be away for three days and when I return I will bring a gift for You, a symbol of our friendship.”

The word present makes a muscle in his forehead twitch. He had never given you gifts before until the damn shell he took from You and never gave it back.

"I thank." Finally You turn your gaze to him after inspecting each wave that hit the rocks. You discover that you were too close to him to the point that your knees were touching each other. You look into his eyes and find so much weight behind him that it takes a long moment to speak. "I need to go. It’s getting late and soon my grandmother will come looking for me.”

You pushed your body to get up, grabbed his backpack and tried to brush the sand off your dress.

If you weren't so upset you would have stayed a little longer to change – you hadn't gone out in that outfit, it would have been very difficult to explain to your grandmother why you had to leave the house so formally. You counted on your grandmother's biological clock, by this time she was already asleep, so it would be easy to enter the house in that outfit.

“See you in three days, girl.” He said watching You get up and walk away.

The way home was short, as expected You found the house dark with your old grandmother sleeping like a bear in her bed. You walked towards the bathroom and turned on the shower, removing your dress. You made a mental reminder to wash it before your grandmother saw it. You got into the shower and closed your eyes as you felt the hot water run down your body, washing away the traces of water and sand, relaxing your muscles. The water hit her hair, cleaning out the small sand molecules that had been trapped in her locks. He opened his eyes, seeing the water a little dirty, a yellowish-green mixture entering the drain. He made another mental note, clean the bathroom and remove any remaining sand and algae stuck in the drain.

Leaving the Box, you wrapped a dry towel around your body and another around your head, picked up your clothes from the floor and left the bathroom. He walked quickly to the bedroom, closed the door and threw the clothes in a corner. He walked towards the closet and grabbed some clothes to sleep in. You used the hairdryer to try and dry your hair, but it was too big and full to tame so easily.

You did the best you could with your hair, after drying it you tried to untangle it without much success, finally deciding to put it in a braid. You lay down on the bed enjoying the feeling of lightness; your muscles became even more relaxed.

You turned your body, lying on your side, and stared at the dresser. His thoughts wandered to Namor; You felt like you had been lost for a while now, ever since you allowed yourself to think of him differently. The anguish in his chest was too much to bear, adding to the empty space that the seaman filled with his brilliance. It wasn't feelings of friendship, it was love. You were well aware of your madness in harboring feelings for him, metaphorically he was a being opposite to your world, but You never had time to think about the complications, until now.

The only memorable thing in her life was Namor. You thought it was funny how you couldn't remember what day of the week it was, but you remembered every detail of beach dates over the years. You think how beautiful he is and how hard it was not to look; Dark eyes, full lips, black hair, clean shave, jade piercings in his ears and nose. You could tell the exact number of pearls that adorned his neck; You could tell how many crochet stitches it took to build those green shorts that really suited him, the color that You adopted as your favorite in honor of him.

That man seemed to be warm and sweet, but fierce and arrogant, very powerful and passionate, but a bit idiotic and ambitious. Everything about that man exuded power and attraction, it was as if he unconsciously attracted You. You tried to ignore the new feelings for this man claiming that You had nothing more than friendship, this often left you frustrated. The feeling only grew when you found him at the edge of the sea, shining in the golden light of the sunset.

His presence was a breath of fresh air and his mysterious personality filled her heart. The feelings soon intensified. You had no idea this was possible and eventually seeing him made your heart jump out of your chest. With the good feeling also came frustrations because he never shared anything. It broke your heart every time he refused to answer any question about himself or the place he came from, yet the trust you felt in Namor was strange, but you didn't question it, especially when you swam beside him among the reefs. .

There was a huge age difference between you. Namor was old, not as old as his parents, but still old and You were just a recent high school graduate waiting for her college letters. The years didn't seem to affect him, a fact that didn't go unnoticed by You; You dared to joke with him about it, saying that the lack of sun and salt from the sea preserved him like canned sardines and he just smiled at your nonsense.

You squeezed your eyes shut to push the thoughts out of your head, trying to convince yourself that the feeling was nothing more than a teenage crush; it was easier to convince yourself of that to avoid disappointment. The moment you allowed yourself to relax you fell into unconsciousness without even realizing it.

[wyrmfedgrave]

Pics:

1. The Symmes' Hole at the top of the world. Supposedly 1,400 miles wide, its large enough to be seen regularly from aircraft, the ISS & by satellites!

2. The "scientific reason" why ships & airplanes don't know that they're traveling down into the Earth's crust.

3. Cover of 1, out of many, books exploring the Hollow Earth ideas.

4 & 5. These books focus on Richard Byrd's 'lost' diary, which supposedly reveals his 2 trips 'into' the Inner World!!

6 & 7. Modern books exploring both the Hollow Earth & UFO 'truths.'

1906: The Earth (is) Not Hollow.

Intro: Raymond Bernard's 1969's "Hollow Earth" mixes UFOs (vimanas) with an Inner World. The book was wildly popular & became a cult classic.

Supposedly, this book was based on 2 other - officially suppressed - works!

Plot: "Hollow" gives an 'astronomical' origin for the Inner World & the central sun at the core.

As usual, the civilization under the crust is highly advanced - being the 'true' source of UFOs!!

They are descendants of folk exiled long ago from ancient Atlantis & Lemuria.

Thankfully, these people's motives are to 'save' us from our own destructive weapons - like the atom & hydrogen bombs...

The 'proof' for all of this is supposedly found in Byrd's testimony of his 1,700 mile journeys into the North (1947) & South (1955) Poles.

Byrd is said to have found a warm climate, green pastures & prehistoric animals in the Inner World!

But, then, Walter dates himself by stating that the Northern Lights are actually the core's rays shining thru the Pole's opening.

(Where'd we hear that before?)

Author: Raymond was actually a pen name of Walter Isidor Siegmeister, a NYU professor & alternate health advocate.

Walter was a scientist who studied the health effects of lecithin. But, he also wrote on a large # of other, unrelated subjects.

Things like: virgin births, constipation, atomic survival tips, utopia's, Jesus, menstruation 'cures', Atlantis, bizarre 'diets', sexual abstention & even about the Rosicrucians.

The FBI considers Walter to be the one responsible for the whole UFO mania that began in the 1950s...

Walter died of pneumonia - while he was searching for a tunnel, in South America, to the Hollow Earth!!

Background: The idea for a Northern human homeland actually goes back several thousand years! Especially in Tibet, Russia & Scandinavia.

Walter's version says that Shambhala is Hyperboria's (from the Greek myth of a "land beyond the Northern winds") capital.

The chapter on UFOs states that they are not a modern phenomenon. Proof is given by the use of ancient quotes - which seem to support Walter's ideas.

Finally, the last bit details the amazing maneuverability of UFOs & how the effects of Inertia are under the control of anti-gravity 'screens'!

Criticism: Truthfully, the book is quite poorly written & full of illogical 'facts.'

The modern 'eye' is simply unprepared for the sheer nuttiness to be found in this book...

And yet, it's still enjoyable to read - simply because it's ideas appeal to 1's need for novelty - even about Earth's past!!

[mask131]

French fantasy: The five "Great Old Ones"

A follow-up to the "Children of Orpheus and Melusine" post

Here are the five “pioneers” of fantasy in French literature, according to A. F. Ruaud: Michel Grimaud’s Malakansâr ; Francis Berthelot’s Kanaor ; Isabelle Hausser’s Célubée ;  Michel Pagel’s Les Flammes de la nuit ; dans Jean-Marc Ligny’s La Mort peut danser.

(And here I will translate Ruaud’s text, not just recap it) [Edit: The translation might be rough, I was tired when doing it]

I)

More than a novel, Malakansâr (1980) is a journey, a long quest of absolute. It is does not have a mystico-religious conception of the world, but it rather offers a meditation about interiority and personal evolution. To do so, the tale is willingly contemplative in tone. The settings, sumptuously described, are extremely important, the rhythm is of a slowness matching the low technology level of this world, and it all invites to “turn upon oneself”. It is not a static text however: there are adventures and twists, new discoveries and dangers keep appearing on the path of our three heroes. But we are not in an actual adventure novel: far from the generic attempts of many fantasy beginners, Michel Grimaud, an old man of literature, finds back the alchemy practiced by authors such as Jean Giono, and uses it to make his tale as poetic as original.

Silo le Do has always been a carefree boy refusing conventions: young man of upper class, he is born in the town of Sétil, that claims itself the “city of science” but that in truth is all about bourgeoisie and commerce. Silo disdains as much his parents, born in the prejudice of high society, as his companions, coming from the sordid depths of the city. One evening, a double-revelation completely flips his life over, and changes radically the orientation of his existence: at first, he hears a song in a tavern, the testimony of a poetess recalling the vision of a fabulous city, built by gods and unreachable to mankind. Malakansâr! A legend that Silo finds himself full of desire for. It was the first revelation ; then, as he reaches adulthood, his family rejects him, exhausted by his misbehavior. Disgusted with everything and completely lost, Silo escapes the city with for sole company the beautiful slave Mowo, that had just been offered to Silo as a gift.

Meanwhile, Glévian is a young fisherman living in the enormous swamps of the One Hundred Thousand Lands. For him, the “revelation” will come from a small statue discovered in the entrails of a water-wolf. A small statue made of white stone – a material unknown in his land, a material surrounded by legends, a material worth a fortune. Rather than sell the statue and thus making a career for himself, Glévian starts a quest in search of the model the statue was carved after. Glévian and Silo will encounter each other, of course, and three travelers will have to overcome their prejudice, their racial and social differences, in order to go to travel, from the continent of the Evening Lands to the one of the Morning Lands, in order to, maybe, one day, reach their dream.

This novel exists outside of the norms and outside of its era – it fakes a simplicity, and has an admirable lyricism. Malakansâr only has one flaw: the desire to ultimately bring itself back into the cradle of science-fiction, by giving a very unsatisfying conclusion annihilating the marvelous. But it doesn’t care in the end, since before this forced conclusion, it is the seduction of the magic and wonders that fully rules, helped by an admirable stylistic work – rarely the language will be as celebrated as in this work.

II)

A great stylistic care can also be found in Francis Berthelot’s Khanaor (1983). It is a shining, shimmering fable about a society learning harmony. Khanaro, an Atlantis-like island spared from the Christian dogma, is filled with wonders that also come from outside of the Anglo-Saxon tradition: Berthelot’s work rather finds its roots among Juline Gracq, André Pieyre, Mandiargues or Frédérick Tristan.

An official recap of the story goes as such: “Because the rivers are drying up, the wizard-queen of Aquimeur, Mervine, must sacrifice the wizards of Ardamance. Because the collectors of lava-snow of Ardamance are taking his country hostage, Leuthiag, the king of Goldèbe, must ally himself to Mervine. Because the people fear her, Mervine tries to kill Norenn, who was just trying to heal those around her. Sigrid, her grand-daughter, Kurt, the plant-charmer, Raïleh, Judith, l’Ancerf, Orchale and her father – they will all be absorbed against their will by this ruthless fate, under the pen of Francis Berthelot. But soon despair fades away… Will Khanaor be saved?”

III)

Célubée (1986), under-titled “Novel of legendary times”, was the first novel published by Isabelle Hausser, which afterward never returned to the lands of fantasy, as if she had stumbled upon them by accident. Presented as a tale dictated to a scribe by a young woman, the servant of a princess, this enormous novel is not a historical fiction like so many others: if there are strong reminiscences of Antiquity, this Kingdom and this City with very neutral names do not evoke any clear historical era. Coelia’s tale is interwoven with another one, told by the poet Anticléridès, a tale at first about his past life, then about the life of another country, far older than the Kingdom, the titular Célubée, and we do not know if the poet actually invented this other land, or if he truly dug it up from unreadable archives. The reality of the second tale gains more solidity page after day, and the maybe-myth of Célubée slowly invades the reality of the Kingdom.

A meditation upon myths and power, this novel is also an entertaining double-adventure tale; as well as a strange research upon the links that two legends can form between each other. A fascinating and mind-turning embedding of tales, Célubée uses its shining prose to modernize the charms of a classic such as Basile’s Tale of Tales.

When Hausser talked of her work in the year 2000, she said: “By writing Célubée, fifteen years ago, I wanted to write an imaginary story about the creation of the world and of human society. Having read novels since I was a child, I wanted to write the book I wished I could have read every night before going to sleep. […] Célubée is a bit like those mythical animals, halfway between beast and man, disturbing and comforting at the same time.”

IV)

Coming from the science-fiction’s seraglio (unlike the previous authors), and published in a collection of train station literature (“Le Fleuve Noir – Anticipation”, which is the most famous synonym of “popular s-f”), Michel Pagel, who doesn’t like categories, overcame stereotypes. He offered, with his Les Flammes de la Nuit (The Flames of the Night) (originally published in four volumes, then re-edited and rewritten into one integral novel) a work of the literature of the marvelous, that thinks about itself and that, without denying its belonging to the adventure literature, manages to renew itself by examining its own archetypes.

The world of Fuinör is a strange one: superficially, it looks like a fairytale kingdom, straight out of the clichés carried by a Cinderella cartoon. Everything is there: the castle, the knights, an enchanter that evokes Merlin, the good fairies that gather around the princess’ cradle… But it is all a façade, beneath which lies all the perversions of a frozen myth. It is a sclerotic world, built on unfairness and arbitrary. Fairies are the guardians of an established order – but is it a good order, or a bad order? Things are more nuanced than they appear at first… Rowena, catalyst of the change, will fight against prejudices, commit blasphemy upon blasphemy, all until she is exiled to the Land of Madness – and this is when her true quest beings.

One probably needed to be a hardy fool to publish such a novel in such an era (1986), but it was also needed for the author to have culture, intuition and talent. All in all, thirty years later, The Flames of the night still impose themselves as a mature success, that did not gain any wrinkle. Afterward, Pagel did another very beautiful journey throughout the lands of fantasy, with his historical novel “Le roi d’août” (The King of August, 2002), where he offers a mythological reading of the life of the king Philippe-Auguste.

V)

Another “hardy fool” of this time was Jean-Marc Ligny who, in 1994, brutally left the science-fiction genre, of which he was a familiar, just for the time of a novel, a novel written in a style of fantasy that we couldn’t identify at the time, but that we can recognize today as “urban fantasy”. The science-fiction world of the time held quite a grudge against him at the time, and was filled with extremely harsh and dry judgements for his “La Mort peut danser” (Death can dance). However, in present days, we see very easily that it is not a mediocre novel as critics described upon its release – it is a remarkable and original work, a dark and seducing novel. Between the Ireland of 1181, in the middle of the Anglo-Normand invasion, and the one of 1981, split by nationalist tensions and terrorist attacks, the narration wanders among Celtic legends. Bran and Alyz, avant-garde musicians, find themselves plunged (thanks to Alyz’s graceful voice) into a strange synergy beyond time itself, and are forced to accomplish the prophecy of a trio of crows…

VI)

I’ll stop the translation here to return to a “recap” mode.

Ruaud explains that, after those five pioneers, oasis of wonders and marvels in the desert of science and technology, “foolish” pioneers that tried to resurrect fantasy in decades dominated by snobbish critics and science-fiction authors, we would have to wait for the 1990s for fantasy to truly appear as such in France. It was when the “locks were burst open” and France knew a flow of “warriors and fairies”. Ruaud explains that this might be because the authors of the 90s had been, as children, part of the wave of role-playing games, as well as the audience of the boom of the American fantasy. Anyway, young authors suddenly appeared, in an editing world which had a brand new generation of literary directors, and it was a heaven-sent union.

The true formation of the French fantasy is tied to the Mnémos edition which, pioneer of the fantasy edition, published in small formats the new names of French fantasy: David Calvo, Fabrice Collin, Mathieu Gaborit, Pierre Grimbert and Laurent Kloetzer. They were not a “school”, but a generation, that soon became famous – and opened the way for even more authors afterward. The “Mnémos generation” opened a rift within the wall, and now fantasy has been flooding French literature.

Ruaud concludes by mentioning the three names who, for him, are already forming the “references” of French fantasy – Pierre Dubois, Mathieu Gaborit, and Jean-Philippe Jaworski.

[anchoredwithhisword]

Unlocking Hidden Truths with The God Culture Episode 3 - Zen Garcia & Ti...

AMERICA- THE NEW ATLANTIS, THE SHINING SERPENT

[atlantishistory]

The Dawn of Hope:

At the dawn of the first homo sapiens, there is a simple small people of fishermen. They were the first men to travel on the waterway, to explore the world and resell their hard-earned winnings. The first of them are from what will become Greece. Atlas, led them.

A good, innovative and dreamy man. He dreams of the birth of a better world, to get rid of the madness of men. He suffered too much from them.

He keeps his thoughts secret from his companions, but transmits his ideologies to his orphaned children whom he collects along the way.

This people do not have a nearby village or city. It’s the sea their domain and it’s enough for them, according to Atlas. Their ships form like a giant sea turtle. The first fleet of humanity. A fleet that is not for war but for fishing, travel and beyond.

And then one night... that night... the night when an azure star fell from the sky. From his ocean inlaid with his fellow men, he detached himself. Crushing relentlessly in the ocean. The fleet was broken, cries of terror silenced the peaceful silence of the sea. Ships were shipwrecked, others dirty damaged. Atlas’ ship is the only one that was able to escape unscathed, hardly at least.

Tremors are felt. It was there that one of Atlas’s men saw with horror that a whirlwind was formed, where the star fell. The ship is taken from a torrent impossible to escape. The boat is dragged to the bottom of the water. The ship and the crew crash on the ground of an abyssal plain.

There were few survivors. Atlas and his last daughter Faya are narrowly doing with it. And they all saw him. Levitant in the center of the whirlpool. The blue star that blazes ardently. All remained motionless, paralyzed by a fascination mixed with fear. But not Faya. She hears a voice from the little azure sun. He was weak, tired and was not far from dying out. He needed a dwarf, a new breath. By compassion or innocence, no one knows, she accepted.

And this is where Atlas’ wishes were granted. Faya absorbs part of the star’s energy and vice versa. A crystal was growing on the girl’s torso. Without pain or pain. Atlas remains speechless of the scene. Stupor and anguish crosses it but only pride remains.

The blue sun, Faya, Atlas and the other survivors, emerge from the unnatural whirlwind that is already beginning to disappear. They were on a circular stone plateau, floating in the sky. The crews considered this event as an act of divine miracles and before they rejoice more than that, a disembodied voice ricochets in their heads to each of them. It was that of Crystal and Faya, both speaking in symbiosis, as one and the same entity.

- Listen and listen to me well. I am neither god, nor miracle, nor fantasy and certainly not a messiah. I am only the reason to listen. Innovation has surpassed. The truth has accepted. The balance to be respected. Your pain is mine. Your dreams are mine. Your thoughts are mine. And your silence is mine. I am the recipient of your past actions and you are the masters of tomorrow. Follow and be free. Now shine.

And the light was... thus was born the first founding pillar of the Atlantis empire.

TF/FF

[ketaks]

if we’re going by canon, some absolute musts (just to name a few):

classic “I want” song for Milo

sizzling “proposition” number from Helga

simultaneously funny and poignant song for Whitmore about Thaddeus

frenetic ensemble number while boarding the Ulysses

a hysterical solo each from Vinny (with fabulous pyrotechnics of course) and Mole about their passions

to distract from the impossible special effects needed for the Leviathan, convey it almost entirely from Packard’s perspective as she talks to Margie

first Rourke song: deceptively somber at the losses and then deceptively motivational to the remaining crew (might split into an ensemble number almost at the end)

funny back-and-forth between Audrey and Milo of the “two for flinching” bit to give her a time to shine

heartfelt number led by Sweet at the campsite about how our pasts shape us and how wonderful it is to all be bonding despite our differences

the big “welcome to Atlantis” song after Kida’s reveal could serve as Milo’s real “like a kid at Christmas” moment (I’m imagining many different overlapping harmonies by the end as more and more Atlanteans join in)

dynamic cutaway Rourke/Helga “this changes everything”/“this changes nothing” duet

emotionally charged duet between Kida and the king

Milo and Kida’s scenes together might split into a couple of songs: a reverent one about wishing to reconnect the people with their great culture, then a livelier/cuter one as they explore together

THE Villain Number™️ is three glorious, hammy minutes of Rourke rubbing the truth in Milo’s poor face

down inside the chamber, we get Milo’s angy boy magnum opus before Kida’s ascension and crystallization over basically a 10x bulked-up version of the haunting Atlantean chant from the movie and the audience feel hairs raise they didn’t know they had

BIG FIGHT SCENE LET’S GOOO!!! insane instrumental only because we need all the dialogue in the world to convey what our limited special effects cannot, and every last boom and flash that our venue will permit

after we save Atlantis and bid farewell to the crew, Milo and Kida get their “My Heart Will Go On”

we don’t get the final scene with the crew at Whitmore’s until DURING the curtain call: the music halts and they calmly walk on single-file, almost unrecognizable in their bougie outfits; Whitmore puts on his crystal and gets in the middle and they all take their trademark poses before bowing together (of course followed by Milo and Kida in their brilliant new royal outfits)

…yeah, I had no fun imagining this at all

This has been stuck in my head since your Vinny music post so I'm making it your problem too:

Rourke and Milo doing covers of "The Sound of Silence" and "Scarborough Fair" in their music style i described in the other post.

thank you for my first ask, Hal! ♡

hey, I would listen to it! coincidentally, thanks to my dad’s influence, Simon & Garfunkel were among the first artists I loved as a child. their greatest hits album was my favorite relaxation soundtrack, and I gained some early serious appreciation for songwriting from them. Simon’s Graceland was also the first CD my dad ever bought and the first he handed down to me. so honestly getting to associate them with Atlantis now is more cool than anything else, hehe

[heavenlydragon]

“Escaflowne Bible” scans [page 9]

You may (or may not) remember the scans/translations of the tiny Escaflowne Bible artbook. This is the second to final part to be posted, called Character Profiles (or Character Biographies). Many thanks again to @legendofthesevenstars for the proofread!

This will be posted page by page, with translation, updating every week or so. The Allen - Millerna page! Translation under the cut.

ALLEN SCHEZAR

Profile

Knight of the kingdom of Asturia, equivalent to 21 years of age on Earth. He’s a fine young man with a strong sense of justice, ready to throw even his country away for honor’s sake. However, he already has a son (Chid) at this age, with Marlene (deceased). Looks like the rumours of him being a playboy are true. He hates his father, who abandoned his family to track down the hidden treasures of Atlantis, eventually meeting and falling in love with Hitomi’s grandmother. Marlene does not seem to be his one and only; his feelings flicker equally between Hitomi and Millerna as well.

Question of Interest

Did Duke Freid know Chid was Allen’s child?

According to Marlene’s diary and Millerna’s words: “Chid and I were the only ones who didn’t know”, it can be presumed Duke Freid knew the truth of Chid’s parentage. Why did he recognize him as his own child? That would have to do with Marlene’s honest confession. Even if there was some remorse, in the end he acknowledged his beloved wife’s son as his own.

Pic Descriptions

Young Allen and Marlene, or the doomed forbidden love between the knight and the princess (?) .

Allen bore a serious wound from when he was protecting Hitomi. Even looking at it is kind of painful…

Appearing in his recollection from episode 4, Allen’s lost younger sister, Celena. Where could she be now?

After Millerna’s emergency surgery, Allen wears a hospital gown for a while. He shines no matter what he wears.

Conceited in his skills, this is Allen at the time he challenged Balgus to a duel.

His current nature is a result of the lessons he took (episode 15).

A heroic story may yet be forged out of the playboy Allen.

MILLERNA ASTON

Profile

If you put Allen and her country on the scales, this Asturian princess, equivalent to 15 years old on Earth, seems to love Allen enough to abandon her country. She is interested in medicine and has been studying it for some time. At one point, she really abandons her country and acts together with Allen and the others. If it weren’t for her decisiveness and medicine skills, Allen would likely be dead. It is only when Dryden, the fiancé their parents chose for her, suddenly appears before her in episode 14, that her heart starts to waver a bit. And in episode 19, she finally gives consent to a marriage with him.

Question of Interest

Woman’s heart, an autumn sky [1]… who is Millerna’s chosen one?

Since Dryden appeared, Millerna’s maiden heart has been trembling with doubt. She even consults Hitomi (episode 15). After her father collapses because of her, she decides to marry Dryden, but as soon as she receives a blessing from Hitomi, her decision is shaken. It looks like her true choice really is Allen, but unless his heart becomes clear, her love will not be fulfilled.

[1]  A Japanese saying about a changeability of heart... there's both a woman and man version.

Pic Descriptions

Don’t tell me she even packed her surgical gown…

The three Asturian royal sisters during Millerna’s childhood. Left is the youngest daughter, Millerna, middle is the eldest, Marlene, and right is the middle child, Eries.

The formal dress Millerna wears in Asturia. She truly looks the part of a princess.

Gaean Ms. Nightingale (?) The outfit she wears while operating on Allen.

The outfit she wears while in action with Allen and the others. She ties her hair back with a ribbon.

<<ESCAFLOWNE TIDBITS>> (on bottom of the page)

Even in Gaean countries, there seem to be religions present. Many idols can be seen in the Duchy of Freid, and the idols are even incorporated into the guymelef design. Judging by the scenes like Merle kneeling and offering a prayer when Van is in danger, there seems to be faith in this world, too. But the religions seem to differ by country. In Freid and some other countries, Atlanteans as Gaea’s makers became the objects of worship.

[himemiya-kun]

Blue Sea＊The Shining, Truthful Atlantis (Prologue)

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Prologue: Atlantis

Winter

Characters:

• Tori Himemiya

• Yuzuru Fushimi

<Dream. Or the harsh reality of Tori Himemiya>

Tori: (…)

(I can’t breathe.)

(It’s painful. It’s painful. It’s painful.)

Tori: (I can't open my eyes... I can't see anything.)

(It’s dark and cold here.)

Tori: (It's cold. It's cold. It’s cold.)

Tori: (Hey, is anyone there?)

(Yuzuru! Hibiki-senpai! Eichi-sama…!)

(Is anyone there? It doesn't matter who it is, I'm one—)

Tori: (It's painful. I can't see anything. Cold, cold, cold.)

(Where am I? Why am I like this...?)

Tori: (Eichi-sama! Eichi-sama! Eichi-sama!)

(Because the place where you are is so high, it feels cold down here.)

(I desperately stretched out and reached out my hand.)

(But. Because I can't fly in the sky like an angel—)

Tori: (I broke it. My wings broke and I crashed—)

(Oh, is this in the sea?)

(The bottom of the deep sea where the light can't reach.)

(It's so cold, it's dark, and it's hard to breathe, isn't it?)

Tori: Cough, cough, cough.

Yuzuru: —Bocchama?

How are you doing?

Did he catch a cold? He collapsed during the SS, and even though he was still recovering, he’s pushing himself too hard—

Tori: Haa… haa…

Yuzuru: Bocchama? If you can't reply, I will call an ambulance right away—

Tori: Hyu~ Hyu~... Yu-Yuzuru?

Yuzuru: Yes. Yuzuru is here.

Always by your side.

Tori: ...I see. Yes, that's right.

Huh... Even though I decided to enter the dormitory, I'm still in the same room with you. I'm fed up.

I thought I could do whatever I wanted away from the monitoring of noisy people.

Yuzuru: Even if you and I were assigned to a separate room, I think I would have lived in your room.

It’s my job to always wait by your side and take care of you, and it's my reason for living.

Tori: Wow, that's disgusting... It's annoying ♪

Yuzuru: Fufu. Your statement and actions don't seem to match.

You're a spoiled child who holds my hand tightly and always takes care of me.

Tori: I'm sorry. I had a scary dream.

Because of that, I may have had a strange sleep talk. It's okay, I don't have a cold or anything.

Tomorrow, I’ll be energised and ready to work.

Yuzuru: Hm... Actually, your body temperature is normal. It can be hard to tell since Young Master is childish and has a high normal temperature.

Tori: When did you take my temperature?

Yuzuru: With my hands, it is even possible to get a boy to change his clothes without getting distracted.

I'm familiar with where the nerves and sensory parts exist in Young Master's body, so the whole body is like acupuncture without giving any sense—

Tori: Scary, scary, scary! Sometimes the mysterious skill that Yuzuru has is very scary and gross!

Yuzuru: It's a skill that I trained for Young Master ♪

Tori: That's why I'm scared of you!

Yuzuru: There's no need to be scared. I'm on the side of Young Master, anytime, anywhere.

Tori: Well, I know that, and I think I'm grateful... People who are far more talented than me devote all of their lives to me. It's too much to believe.

I'm not a worthy person to be treated like that.

Yuzuru: What are you saying? It seems that you are worried because you saw a nightmare.

It's okay. Young Master is an excellent and good person who is enough for me to serve.

If you have any doubts, I'll stay at your bedside, and I'll repeat it a million times in your ear.

Tori: I'm going to have another nightmare this time, so stop that.

Yuzuru: I want to whisper... Love for Young Master.

Tori: Aren't you falling asleep too?

Oh, it's three o'clock in the morning. But I woke you up while I was sleeping. Sorry.

Yuzuru: No. It can be hard when something happens, so please rely on me when you are not feeling well.

There is no need to consider the time or situation.

I'll repeat it over and over again. I am an ally of Young Master, whose priority is always Young Master.

Please, don't forget that.

Tori: Mm... I know.

Yuzuru: Has the anxiety disappeared?

Tori: It seems so… Oh, I'm getting sleepy now that I'm relieved.

Yuzuru: That is good. Shall I hold your hand until you fall asleep like this?

Tori: I'm not a baby, Yuzuru, and I have work tomorrow too, so go to sleep, go to sleep.

Tori: —Because I'm fine.

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[thejusticewarrior]

The Book Club - Non-Fiction

The Non-Fiction Book Club TBR list:

100 Nasty Women of History by Hannah Jewell

101 Essays That Will Change The Way You Think by Brianna Wiest

13 Things Mentally Strong People Don't Do by Amy Morin

21 Lessons For The 21st Century by Yuval Noah Haran

A New Earth by Eckhart Tolle

Are Prisons Obsolete? by Angela Y. Davis

Atlantis: The Antediluvian World by Ignatius L. Donnelly

Becoming Supernatural by Dr. Joe Dispenza

Between The World And Me by Ta-Neisi Coates

Beyond The Pill by Jolene Brighten

Boundaries In Dating by Dr. Henry Cloud & Dr. John Townsend

Calm The F**k Down by Sarah Knight

Caste: The Origins Of Our Discontents by Isabel Wilkerson

Come As You Are by Emily Nagoski

Confessions Of A Political Hitman by Stephen Marks

Confessions Of A Sex Kitten by Eartha Kitt

Declutter Your Mind by S.J. Scott & Barrie Davenport

Decoded by Jay-Z

Devil In The Grove by Gilbert King

Fear by Thich Nhat Hanh

Feminists Don't Wear Pink And Other Lies by Scarlett Curtis

first, we make the beast beautiful by Sarah Wilson

Girl, was your face by Rachel Hollis

Heal Thyself For Health And Longevity by Queen Afua

Homo Deus: A Brief History Of Tomorrow by Yuval Noah Haran

Hormonal by Martie Haselton

Hormonal by Eleanor Morgan

How The Pill Changes Everything by Sarah E. Hill

How To Be Single And Happy by Jennifer L. Taitz

How To Love by Thich Nhat Hanh

I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou

Lies My Teacher Told Me by James W. Loewen

Man's Search For Meaning by Viktor E. Frankl

Maybe It's You by Lauren Handel Zander

Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus by John Gray

Milk And Honey by Rupi Kaur

Misjustice: How British Law Is Failing Women by Helena Kennedy

Moody: A 21st Century Hormone Guide by Amy Thomson

Natives: Race And Class In The Ruins Of Empire by Akala

Nile Valley Contributions To Civilization by Anthony T. Browder

Persepolis by Marjane Satrapi

Pleasure Activism by adrienne maree brown

Red Notice by Bill Browder

Sacred Woman by Queen Afua

Sapiens: A Brief History Of Humankind by Yuval Noah Haran

Stolen Legacy by George G. M. James

Sweetening The Pill by Holly Grigg-Spall

The 48 Laws Of Power by Robert Greene

The 5 Love Languages by Gary Chapman

The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho

The Art Of Happiness by The Dalai Llama

The Art Of Living by Thich Nhat Hanh

The Autobiography Of Malcolm X by Malcolm X

The Body Is Not An Apology by Sonya Renee Taylor

The Chimp Paradox by Prof. Steve Peters

The Four Agreements by Miguel Ruiz

The Gifts Of Imperfection by Brené Brown

The Little Book Of Hygge by Meik Wiking

The Many-Headed Hydra by Peter Linebaugh & Marcus Rediker

The Miracle Of Mindfulness by Thich Nhat Hanh

The New Jim Crow by Michelle Alexander

The Power Of Now by Eckhart Tolle

The Second Sex by Simone de Beauvoir

The Silk Roads by Peter Frankopan

The Sixth Extinction by Elizabeth Kolbert

The Sun Does Shine by Anthony Ray Hinton

The Vagina Monologues by Eve Ensler

The Warmth Of Other Suns by Isabel Wilkerson

Thinking, Fast And Slow by Daniel Kahneman

This Is Going To Hurt by Adam Kay

Vilnius: City Of Strangers by Laimonas Briedis

When We Ruled by Robin Walker

White Tears/Brown Scars by Ruby Hamad

Why I'm No Longer Talking To White People About Race by Reni Eddo-Lodge

Womancode by Alisa Vitti

Women Who Love Too Much by Robin Norwood

Women Who Run With The Wolves by Clarissa Pinkola Estés

Women, Race And Class by Angela Y. Davis

A Massacre In Mexico by Anabel Hernandez

Putin's People by Catherine Belton

The Feminine Mystique by Betty Friedan

Hood Feminism by Mikki Kendall

Just Mercy by Bryan Stevenson

The Immortal Life Of Henrietta Lacks by Rebecca Skloot

The Good Immigrant by Nikesh Shukla et al.

When They Call You A Terrorist by Patrisse Khan-Cullon & Asha Bandele

It's Not About The Burqa by Mariam Khan

Afropean: Notes From Black Europe by Johny Pitts

Blueprint For Revolution by Srdja Popovic

Freedom Is A Constant Struggle by Angela Y. Davis

White Fragility by Robin Diangelo

The Health Gap by Michael Marmot

Fake Law: The Truth Abiut Justice In An Age Of Lies by The Secret Barrister

The Secret Barrister by The Secret Barrister

I Am Malala by Malala Yousafzai

No One Is Too Small To Make A Difference by Greta Thunberg

Our Final Warning: Six Degrees Of Climate Emergency by Mark Lynas

Underground by Haruki Murakami

The Jigsaw Man by Paul Britton

This Changes Everything: Capitalism vs. The Climate by Naomi Klein

Justice, Justice Thou Shalt Pursue by Ruth Bader Ginsburg

Bad Pharma by Ben Goldacre

Pharma by Gerald Posner

The Truth About The Drug Companies by Marcia Angell, M.D.

Selling Sickness by Ray Moynihan & Alan Cassels

Blood Feud by Kathleen Sharp

The Future We Choose by Christiana Gigueres & Tom Rivett Carnac

There Is No Planet B by Mike Berners-Lee

Invisible Women by Caroline Criado Perez

Society Must Be Defended by Michel Foucault

Discipline And Punish by Michel Foucault

Chernobyl Prayer by Svetlana Alexievich

We Should All Be Feminists by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

Anne Frank: The Diary Of A Young Girl by Anne Frank

If They Come In The Morning by Angela Y. Davis

Tiny, Beautiful Things by Cheryl Strayed

The House of Government by Yuri Slezkine

The Body Keeps The Score by Bessel Van Der Kolk

Adult Children of Emotionally Immature Parents by Lindsay C. Gibson

Will I Ever Be Good Enough?: Healing The Daughters of Narcissistic Mothers by Karyl McBride

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My Obikin Playlist Masterpost

I'm gonna try to explain my reasoning, but you can give each song whatever interpretation you want. Also, use them however you want if any of them inspire you to make something creative.

(PS: Sorry for my ranting on the first song. I'm very passionate about it in particular.) (Tagging @imtryingsstuff because she asked for it. Even though I was already working on this post before she asked. I have way too much free time.)

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❧ Heart + Bones - Roisin O

I've tried to sit down and write this song out Feels like a thousand times But I was always too scare of what I might find But if I keep on blocking this pain out It might be too late To heal my heart somehow Don't wanna open that wound Don't wanna replay that night Don't wanna think about you You are no longer mine Don't wanna write you a love song When I know that love is gone 'Cause if I let myself think of you I might lose my mind It's the heart and bones It's an empty soul The dreams at night that shake me to my core And I can't get up off this floor It's in the bones of me An empty soul in me The dreams at night that shake me to my core I can't get off this floor [...] Don't wanna think about you When you're no longer mine Don't wanna write you a love song When I know this love is gone [...] The dreams at night that shake me to my core I just can't take this hurting anymore [...] Don't wanna think about you You are no longer mine Don't wanna write you a love song When I know this love is gone 'Cause if I let my mind think of you I might lose it all I've tries to sit down and write this song out Feels like a thousand times

A fair warning: each and every break-up song in this playlist is basically me crying at the idea of a very heart broken Obi-Wan post RotS alone on Tatooine. But for this song in particolar I mention the repetitions with the slight differences because in my eyes they are actually HUGE! The more the song goes on, the more Obi-Wan is spiraling! The way it specifically tells that the empty soul is his the second time, like he accepts that despite what Anakin did he still thinks there's a soul there to save, and the idea of not doing so makes his soul feel empty. And the switch from "get up off this floor" to "get off this floor", literally him being so desperate he stops thinking that he wants to get up (and the last time it literally becomes "i just can't take this hurting anymore", because Obi-Wan had to see so many people he loves die, he literally can't take any more breaking of his heart). The first "you are no longer mine" is the realization hitting him, but then it becomes "when you are no longer mine" and that feels like acceptance of that realization (but then later in the song it turns back to "you are no longer mine" like he's so desperate he wants to deny it once again, distance himself from it)! The switch from "that love" from "this love", like the first time he's thinking about how Anakin no longer loves him, but then realizes that no matter how much he still loves Anakin, there is actually nothing he can do about how everything is broken. But most of all the first time it's "if I let myself think of you I might lose my mind", which is Obi-Wan still being rational about things, or at least trying not to let his mind linger on the thought of Anakin; but then at the end it becomes "if I let my mind think of you I might lose it all", because he's already thinking about Anakin and he can't let his mind linger on it, otherwise he would realize how much he lost when he lost Anakin, which is everything. And the ending too, by repeating the start, but now it has a feeling of resignation to it, like at first he was literally scared to let himself linger on his feelings because he knew he would find heart break, but now he's just empty and at the same times he knows he'll feel like that a thousand times more, because he just can't let that hurt go, he can't let his love for Anakin be forgotten. ... I love this song and it shows. I mean, the playlist is literally named after it for a good reason. I swear I'll be less wordy for every other explanation.

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❧ Black Hole - Griff

It seems like things are going really well for you I wish that I could say the same about me too I wish that I could say the same [...] Without a trace You disappeared and took some of me with you, babe Like the way I used to laugh untile my belly ached Well, that's all gone away now And boy, you know I've tried to pray, I've bruised my knees I've tried to bring you back to me I've tried my best to find some kind of peace Don't you see? There's a big black hole where my heart used to be And I've tried my best to fill it up with things I don't need It don't work like that, no, it's not easy To fill this gap that you left in me

So, I see this as a song for an AU, maybe a Modern Au. Something basic like the two of them maybe being neighbors and Obi-Wan maybe being a tutor for Anakin when he was a teen, and Anakin having a huge crush on him. But then Obi-Wan marries and Anakin is heart broken. (Don't worry the idea is also that Obi-Wan gets a divorce and comes back to Anakin, but still, the song fits for the first part of this idea). But feel free to see whatever else you want in it.

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❧ Gone, Gone, Gone - Phillip Phillips

I'll lie, cheat, I'll beg and bride To make you well, to make you well When enemies are at your door I'll carry you away from war [...] Give me reasons to believe That you would do the same for me And I will do it for you, for you Baby, I'm not moving on I'll love you long after you're gone

This is honestly a classic. It would fit with any ship, but that line about lying, cheating, etc... That screams Anakin. Like, literally canon that he would do anything to keep the person he loves with him.

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❧ What You Talking About? - Peter Bjorn and John

You used to be my hero Now you're just another boss [...] Five years as your understudy When I can't understand what you talking about [...] Tell me lies and I will listen Tell the truth and I'll be gone Tell me why I need permission [...] Shining in your shadow How could I sink this low? Our acquaintance has been so-so And I can't understand where my patience's gone

These lyrics just give me very frustrated Anakin as a Padawan trying to navigate his relationship with Obi-Wan. Not very romantic or shippy, but still relevant in my opinion.

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❧ Bruci la città - Irene Grandi

(Let) The city burn down or live in fear (that) within two hours everything will disappear anything else will disappear [...] I can't stop (myself) from screaming That I hold you to my heart To protect you from evil That I wish I could soothe Your pain, your pain [...] (Let) The stars explode (Let) The whole thing explode (Let) Everything other than the two of us die At least for a little bit At least as a mistake [...] I want to get my act together Maybe be better And shield you with my heart From catastrophe and fear

Don't really know why, but this makes me think of a quiet moment in the middle of the Clone Wars, just Anakin and Obi-Wan alone in a tent, hoping to have a moment of peace in each other's arms. (If you want the full lyrics translated let me know, I just picked my favorite parts)

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❧ Atlantis - Seafret

We got here the hard way All those words that we exchange Is it any wonder things get dark? 'Cause it's in my heart, it's in my head I never take back the things I said [...] I can't save us My Atlantis, we fall We've built this town on shaky ground [...] Now all the birds have fled The hurt just leaves me scared Losing everything I've ever known It's all become too much Maybe I'm not built for love If I knew that I could reach you, I would go

SO MUCH OBI-WAN ANGST POST-ROTS! Like, the birds that have fled are the Jedi that survived Order 66, the things impossible to take back a reference to the entire conversation between Anakin and Obi-Wan during their duel... And the one thing that always breaks me: "maybe I'm not built for love", which makes me think about that "infinte sadness" thing that comes from one of the novels. *chef kiss*

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❧ No Time To Die - Billie Eilish

I should have known I'd leave alone Just goes to show That the blood you bleed is just the blood you owe We were a pair [...] You were my life, but like is far away from fair Was I stupid to love you? Was I reckless to help? Was it obvious to everybody else? That I'd fallen for a lie You were never on my side [...] I let it burn You're no longer my concern Faces from my past return Another lesson yet to learn

Don't know about you, but this always makes me think of a lonely and bitter Obi-Wan after RotS. There's also another way of reading this honestly. This could absolutely be Anakin spiraling at the end of RotS, convinced that Padmé doesn't love him anymore; and then Vader facing Luke (the face from the past returning) and realizing the one who always lied to him was Palpatine.

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❧ White Flag - Dido

I know I left too much mess and Destruction to come back again And I caused nothing but trouble I understand if you can't talk to me again And if you live by the rules of "it's over" Then I'm sure that that makes sense But I will go down with this ship And I won't put my hands up and surrender There will be no white flag above my door I'm in love and always will be And when we meet Which I'm sure we will All that was there Will be there still I'll let it pass And hold my tongue And you will think That I've moved on

There's no doubt that this song has been overused. And it is a very classic meme, so sometimes it's hard to take it seriously. But I still love it. And I can't help but relate this to something with Vader trying to redeem himself but failing at that too, and his and Obi-Wan's relationship still being broken as fuck.

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❧ Fight the End - The playground

When it's all falling apart I'll be the one who can hold you Console you When everything's getting dark And you can't find the spark To get through I'll fight for you till the end Whatever's broken I'll mend For you If you think it's all gone Just breathe in and hold on Till the end of time

Once again, just some H/C during the Clone Wars kind vibes, but also good for an apocalypse AU of some kind.

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❧ Hanging On A Lie - Striking Matches

I'm not mentioning a specific part of this song, because the entire thing in my head is just the whole journey of Anakin turning to the Dark Side and then turning back to the Light right before he died. Seriously, up until the first chorus, it's just Anakin talking about what he feels like about Padmé's supposed betrayal. ("Baby you've been up to something / don't you tell me it's not what it looks like" but also "I might have been naive but I'm not blind" and "Don't you know you should know better than this / Than to cover up the truth with your poisonous lips/I'm not falling for it this time"). The second half of the song is Vader facing Luke. ("I'll be the one who got away from you when you / finally figure it out / you won't find me"). And the last part is Vader realizing all the lies Palpatine told him all alon. ("I'm not fallin' for it this time/try and try too little too late" and again the "you should know better than this/than to cover up the truth with you poisonous lips") A bit of a weird interpretation, that's for sure. But look at me making a song about cheating all about Anakin's journey!

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❧ Bloodsport '15 - Raleigh Ritchie

Your love is worth it and for that I will wait And though you hate me when you have a turn I drive you crazy, but you always return [...] Although you love me, sometimes we're mean Things can get ugly, but we're still a team We are an army that breaks from withing but That's why we're stronger and that's how we'll win [...] I've got your back, and though it's stacked against us I've got your hand, it's us against consensus And I will burn the people who hurt you the worst and I will no learn Cause I am too young and too dumb to consider the terms of breaking the law And I'll curse the day that they return With a smile on my face as their heads hit the floor And they're done, now it's curtains, the bloodlust's a clusterfuck, it hurts but it's working And even if you ask me to stop, it's too late because I've already decided their fate It's not a distaste, it's pure hate and it pulsates and it works its way around my brain Anyway, what I'm trying to say is I'll protect you till the day I meet my maker So don't fight me now cause you might need me later Loving you is a bloodsport Fighting in a love war It's not what I'm in love for, I'm yours I don't know if you can help it, maybe I'm just being selfish

Soooo, basically Anakin doing to Obi-Wan what he did to Padmé: loving him so much he thinks he has to turn to the Dark Side to save him. The first part I can almost imagine said by Obi-Wan, actually. Like, he's aware that sometimes Anakin hates their dynamics, but also that they are both in love... Which just ends with total madness.

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❧ Sweet Love of Mine - Joy Williams

I was broken, I was blind Lost in a moment I thought I left behind Then you woke up this dark soul of mine Carrying a light I thought I'd never find When you found me, I was all alone The whole world around me, but nowhere to call home I heard your voice sing like heaven's choir Gathered up my fears and threw them in the fire

I'm well aware this song is about pregnancy and how the singer found herself in the experience of becoming a mother. BUT, hear me out: what about an AU with either one of them being a Sith and the other one is still a Jedi. Instead of fighting each other, the Jedi tries to save the Sith, because they realize that the Sith actually never had a chance to be anything else since they grew up with a Sith as their "parent" and Master. But if we still want to keep the pregnancy element, fuck it! It's perfect for an Omegaverse AU, with Anakin maybe about to fall when he finds out he's pregnant and that is how Obi-Wan and their unborn child save Anakin. (Is this very specific? Yes. Do I care? Nope, and that's why this song made it into the playlist.)

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❧ Senza fare sul serio - Malika Ayane

There's a post on my blog already about why this song makes me think about the Jedi Order in general. I know I should probably keep it in a different playlist. Alas, it's still here. Have a link to my previous post if you are interested on reading a complete translation and the explanation of my reasoning. HERE!

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❧ Conversations in the Dark - John Legend

I will never try to change you, change you I will always want the same you, same you Swear on everything I pray to That I won't break your heart I'll be there when you get lonely, lonely Keep the secrets that you told me, told me And your love is all you owe me And I won't break your heart [...] And we, we got places we both gotta be But there ain't nothing I would rather do Then blow off all my plans for you

It's just such a lovely love song, I couldn't help myself. This seriously gives me sappy Obi-Wan vibes in any way, shape or form.

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❧ If You Ever Leave, I'm Coming With You - The Wombats

You know I'll do Whatever you want me to [...] Take you out of this You reluctant optimist And if you ever leave, I'm coming with you Stuck to the gum that's stuck on your shoe If you ever leave, I'm coming with you [...] Am I losing you in the dark baby? No more breaking stuff No more acting up Filling your head with doubt

A song about the obsessive kind of love that hints of a way too dependent relationship? Something that mentions losing themselves in the dark? Of fucking course I relate this to Anakin and the way he loves people!

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❧ Transplant - Sea Girls

You're breaking all the promises tonight I'm always dancing by myself as the music plays I'm always one step behind, off-beat, out of place Now I'm looking for you, you're looking away [...] Your heart changed Mine stayed the same I don't recognize your voice when you're saying my name Your heart changed And mine beats the same way [...] Wish I could be back in the moment We were shining, we were making mistakes 'Til your heart changed Mine stayed the same

Have I mentioned that I have a lot of RotS feels? Yeah, so, in my head the "dancing" works like an analogy to fighting and the "music" is literally the sound of battle. Which is why this fits perfectly as far as I'm concerned. An even the "always one step behind" part is just Obi-Wan not realizing Anakin was slowly turning to the Dark Side. But it can be related also to how Anakin basically felt like he didn't truly belong with the Jedi.

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❧ Read my Mind - JONES

Can't control my thoughts But I'm trying every day [...] But sometimes I want impossible things When you hear my voice, what does it say? Need a language, we're lost in translation From impossible thoughts and feelings Why don't you know before I know? What I need to say, before I can How come you don't have the answer Before I asked you the question? Wish you could read my mind [...] It's been a long time since we've been together In the same world, just want you to look at me Like I was everything you ever wanted again [...] Just hold me like I'm everything you wanted again

A good song of the two people pining will always make me think of those two dorks. And their feeling are definitely lost in translation even in canon, with Anakin never realizing how much Obi-Wan actually cares for him because of Palpatine's manipulations.

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❧ So Much It Hurts - Niki & The Dove

Oh, I ask you where you've been 'Cause you always come home late nowadays What a fool was I to think we were safe From the thieves in the temple [...] Oh, won't you bring it back? After all that we've been through together Is it now you gonna throw it all away? Oh, a love like ours Tell me, was it worth it? Oh, the thieves in the temple Oh, but you said that For better for worse You would always be there for me Always be there for me Always be there for me like I'll always be there for you Good times and bad times

So this screams Padmé being cheated on. Like, Anakin still married to her, yet he is always sneaking away after they spend time together to be in the Temple with Obi-Wan. Like, Obi-Wan is literally the thief in the Temple that steals Anakin away from her. (Which I'm sure is actually a metaphor for how the couples' marriage is the temple and someone is disrespecting it by taking away the other's lover. But look at me making this literal, 'cause why not!).

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❧ Power & Control - Marina

Give a little, get a lot That's just how you are with love [...] Think you're funny, think you're smart Think you're gonna break my heart Think you're funny, think you're smart Yeah, you may be good looking But you're not a piece of art [...] Power and control I'm gonna make you fall I'm gonna make you fall We give and take a little more 'Cause all my life I've been controlled You can't have peace without a war

Another song for an AU, this time one with both of them being Sith, most likely being enemies too at first. Before they decide to work together against Anakin's Master.

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❧ No Hero - Elisa

Don't you shut your eyes And hide you heart behind a shadow 'Cause you can count on me As long as I can breathe [...] I've fallen from grace Yeah, I'm much less a saint than a sinner Oh, no I ain't no superhuman 'Cause that's just in the movies, I know But I'll carry you throught the night Through the storm Give you love, always love in return I can't jump over buildings I'm no hero But love can do miracles I can't outrun a bullet 'Cause I'm no hero But I would take one for you [...] 'Cause I'm no hero But I'd spill my blood for you If you need me to I'll be there

Another song from an Italian artist, but this one is in English! And I totally see this song for a scenario where one of the two isn't a Jedi or even for a Modern AU. But it can totally work for Canon compliant too because Anakin is the one every calls hero with no fear. It fits then if Obi-Wan tells Anakin that he doesn't feel like a hero, but he would do anything for Anakin.

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SOOOO, this post is getting way to long (like, it was way too long even just with the first song). And I made it to an even 20 songs. I feel like this a nice place to stop for now. Don't worry, these are just the first 20. I have more in my private playlist, but I want to make another post like this when I add them to the public one. Because I can. And that's what I'm gonna do.

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Hey, my bastard brain has developed another idea for my eldrich horror Tim Drake AU

You see, Tim Knows what he is, he knows that humans have converted his ancestors into legends and myths and fictional stories that serve to show the futility of humans in the face of the beings who have lived on Earth since the beginning

Tim is studious, he has accumulated every book regarding himself and his ancestors until he has amassed a large library, he likes to read the stories humans have written based on his ancestors and compare them to the truth

He finds it ironic that Damian is referred to as the Demon Spawn when he’s not the one capable of destroying galaxies and taking over planets

He sees Luthor’s point in not wanting to rely on Superman and give someone with essentially unlimited power without any mode of protection, of course, Luthor has escalated to trying to kill Superman every other Friday but he started his ‘super villain’ career out of this ideal; Tim finds it ironic that even after literal aliens have become part of Earth’s planetary defense, even after many failed alien invasions, humans haven’t approached the possibility of his ancestors being real, maybe it’s just humanity’s fear of being helpless, Tim can understand that

But, the thing is, Tim Knows he isn’t human, he knows he could crush Superman between his palms, he could eat the heart of the Amazons, he could leisurely pluck the wings of the Hawks, he could take apart the Martian’s brain to see what makes him tick, he could play around and fluctuate the speedster’s connection to his precious Speed Force, he could show the King of Atlantis what the true meaning of depth is as he dies from the pressure of an ocean that was supposed to be his ally, and easiest of all, he could make the Bat enact his every protocol, go through with every contingency, make him have hope of defeating a great evil just to demonstrate how futile his little strategy was, how he could never even hope to hide from the Earth and its first inhabitants, did he really think that he could hide from an ancient being such as Tim?

And it’s hard to pretend to be human when you have no humanity, when you have witnessed the rise and fall of countless empires, seen humans kill each other for mere land that will never truly belong to them, seen how many people need help, how much poverty and hunger and disease and fear and war and unemployment and loss there is, it gets old after a while, these aren’t Tim’s problems but humans are interesting, he’s seen what heroes can do, all the good that they bring, and it costs him nothing to try and also play nice, the Bat is very interesting and his Robin shines like a beacon, so Tim decides that he wants to emulate them, he wants to help protect Earth as it was home to his ancestors long before it housed humans, and so every time his skin feels too tight, his body too small, his hair too short, his skin too soft, his thoughts a little too dark for humans, Tim drops his costume, he enters Gotham bay and takes a trip to the world down below, lets his teeth sharpen and curve, lets his eyes change and glow, lets his body shift and change, lets his fingers elongate and his nails sharpen, lets tentacles replace human legs, lets fins grow out of his back, lets his mind adapt to drop his human facade, lets himself finally hunt and tear apart the predators who come after him as he travels to the depths, lets himself finally become one with the ocean and earth around him, lets himself have a reprieve from his porcelain mask of humanity, and after he feels more settled, after the urge to tear apart his enemies subsides (it never goes away, not completely), Tim goes back to the surface, he puts on his human visage once more, he knows that there will come a time when he will have to reveal his power against Earth’s enemies, when he will finally get to play and let them think they have the upper hand, and then he will enjoy tearing them apart as they realize the Earth has him as its protector, and he doesn’t take kindly to others threatening his home

Humanity is hard to achieve when you aren’t human at all, Tim knows that he will never truly have humanity, but it’s fun to fool everyone else

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Slytherin Playlist 🐍  Happy Slytherin Pride Day!

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“Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under’t.”

~Macbeth, Act I, Scene 5 by William Shakespeare

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Arabian Dance ~ The Nutcracker

I've bartered for a blanket, stolen for my bread, Learned to take my chances and use my head -- A Russian Rat is clever... Clever, or he ends up dead!

My Petersburg ~ Anastasia the musical

They can say, they can say it all sounds crazy -- They can say, they can say I've lost my mind -- I don't care, I don't care, so call me crazy! We can live in a world that we design!

A Million Dreams ~ The Greatest Showman

Let it go! Let it go! And I'll rise like the break of dawn! (sunset babe) Red lips and rosy cheeks... Say you'll see me again, even if it's just in your wildest dreams... (Here I stand in the light of day!) Let the storm rage on In your wildest dreams...

Let It Go / Wildest Dreams (mash-up) ~ LightningMusic

I am the one thing in life I can control! (Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it, wait for it) I am inimitable, I am an original! I'm not falling behind or running late! (Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it, wait for it) I'm not standing still -- I am lying in wait...

Wait for It ~ Hamilton the musical

One day, one night, one moment, My dreams could be tomorrow -- One step, one fall, one falter, East or west, over earth or by ocean, One way to be my journey... This way could be my book of days.

Book of Days ~ Enya

Sweet dreams are made of this -- Who am I to disagree? I travel the world and the seven seas: Everybody's looking for something... Some of them want to use you -- Some of them want to get used by you. Some of them want to abuse you -- Some of them want to be abused...

Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) ~ the Eurythmics

So you wanna play with magic? Well, you should know you’re falling for... Baby, do you dare to do this? 'Cause I'm coming at ya like a dark horse!

Dark Horse (cover) ~ Peter Hollens and Sam Tsui

Cold as ice And more bitter than a December winter night -- That's how I treated you. And I know that I -- I sometimes tend to lose my temper, and I cross the line... Yeah, that's the truth... I know it gets hard sometimes, But I could never leave your side, No matter what I say...

Better Than I Know Myself ~ Adam Lambert

This is for the ones who jump high to touch heaven, The ones who must try, the true legends! Think it's something worth fightin' for... (Fightin' for) This is for the ones who dig deep, the prize winnin', The need to succeed and keep givin', Yeah, always getting up off the floor!

Underdog ~ the Script

This is the moment when all I've done All of the dreaming, scheming and screaming Becomes one! This is the day... See it sparkle and shine When all I've lived for becomes mine!

This is the Moment ~ Jekyll & Hyde the musical

Oh, I was born in the eye of a storm, No lovin' arms to keep me warm... This hurricane in my brain is the burden I bear -- I can do without...I'm here (I'm here), Cause I wrote my way out!

Wrote My Way Out ~ Nas, Dave East, Lin-Manuel Miranda, and Aloe Blacc

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The Crystal Chamber ~ Atlantis: The Lost Empire