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David Jaffe is so anti-sexist he became a sexist. One of many flaws of being a progressive.
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R. Varas Aguirre
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zyesha · 6 months ago
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Aaand the last one.
Jedi Obi-Wan
Padawan Obi-Wan
Sith Obi-Wan
Sith Padawan Obi-Wan
Meet Darth Vara.
You'll see more of him in the next time, because I gotta say, I absolutely got obsessed with this hot chilli pepper while drawing him, and he kept me company during lockdown.
I mean. Honestly...
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Or is it just me?
The word "vara" is the Swedish verb for "to be". So I interpret it essentially as Dark Being/Dark Existence. I know there are so many awesome names for him out there and it's also hard to choose one that isn't "taken". But I've been going with this for four years now, so it's here to stay.
Also wondered a lot if should tag him Varaverse or Chilliverse. Chilliverse it is.
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tarttsweetshriek · 2 months ago
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Daily Writing Challenge. Nov. 17- Nov. 23
(Warning: Mention of stripper dances, 18 + ).
Day 1 Sexy Haze
It was an evening like no other: Attending my first After Dark event. I was nervous and excited at the same time. My body was in that moment of excited squeals in my head. Anyone who was anyone was there, starting to get into the tavern and enjoying themselves. I invited my friend Cerala to attend as well.
I was dressed in a lovely strapless purple top, my stomach covered in bright green glitter, followed by a green thong that had a Silverleaf leaf on the front. And down my legs were fishnet tights. I was sexy. I felt sexy, and had the pleasure of bartending beside Cy, serving customers that wanted drinks, being my usual flirty self- standing on top of the bar. (Because behind the bar is not meant for goblins).
When the show came on, I was stunned. Leon did an excellent display of a whip. Nahilvi did a lovely stripper dance involving paint. I was slightly worried about the Starman as he seemed to be dealing with a memory for his act, from what I could gather, but it was fantastic work nonetheless.
Then for the finale, “Captain Azeroth” himself, Dicenne. I was impressed by his athleticism, showing off those strong muscles and lifting people.
And then… the Rave happened. It was hot, steamy, sexy, and I couldn’t help but dance with my favorite people, dancing between them. Especially Cy and Vara. That was a night that made it special. Dancing between two lovely, wonderful people. The excitement and the glamour was abuzz, and the music had made me slightly excited. This was a night I’ll never forget.
@daily-writing-challenge
@cythion @dicenne @nahilvi @noonmutter for the mentions.
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b-skarsgard · 27 days ago
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That Bill Skarsgård, 34, has a special attraction to the dark should be indisputable, but what is it about him that the characters attach to?
- Maybe it's a bit like falling in love with someone, says the actor himself.
read the rest at the link or under the cut. (translated from swedish to english by browser)
In reality, Bill doesn't look the least bit diabolical. The hair is well styled in a wavy James Dean bangs and is matched for the day by a knitted white polo shirt with a luxurious glossy sheen. Overall, he rather exudes a mystique, a bit like a movie star from Hollywood's golden era.
Nevertheless, he has repeated in many international interviews that it is something in him that these characters are drawn to:
- The clearest way for me to formulate it is that I attract them, and they attract me.
- It is a special process to be chosen for a role at all. You have to be inspired, but also be right for the role. So you attract each other, says Bill, but adds:
- After all, I have done an incredible number of different types of characters in over thirty films. But since the biggest projects are in a certain direction, like "It", you become associated with it.
In "Nosferatu" you are unrecognizable. Do you like to completely dissolve into a character?
- In some way, that is always the ambition. I like to find a voice, a physical expression. Making "Clark" wasn't me in any way either, even though he looks more like me.
- The challenge is that it is me who expresses the character, while none of Bill must be there. Nothing of a 32-year-old guy from Södermalm can be found in a 400-year-old Transylvanian count.
You usually succeed. My son has a fear of clowns because of you. On the other hand, it has saved me many visits to Gröna Lund...
- Haha. Is it that bad? Clown phobia? But I apologize. One of my childhood friends got it from the previous "It".
- I don't think I've told anyone this, but when he married my cousin, who is like a sister to me, we organized a kidnapping attempt for the stag party where all his best friends were dressed up as clowns. It was the thing he was most afraid of in the whole world. Someone thought it was too shitty, and that he would break down. But it went well. Then I forced him to attend the premiere of "It", and now he is not afraid of clowns anymore.
Does exposure therapy work?
- Yes, that's a tip. Haha.
But "Nosferatu". Of course you were in the running as Hutter, but then the role went to Nicholas Hoult?
- I actually got it. Several years ago. Then the "Nosferatu" fell apart.
How did you react to the news that the role was no longer yours?
- I was broken.
- I would actually have been in Robert Egger's "The Northman" in the role of Gustav Lindh, Bill continues and then describes how pandemic-related circumstances led to a schedule conflict where he prioritized "Clark" and said no to Eggers.
- "Clark", which I helped develop and produce, felt to me personally as a bigger challenge.
- So I explained that I was sorry, but that it was like this. But I didn't know if he was offended.
- Then "Nosferatu" was on again, and he cast Nick and then Aaron (Taylor Johnson) as Harding. So then I wrote an honest and pretentious letter to Eggers with the title "Wisborg in flames".
It pays to be desperate?
- Yes, if the desperation is motivated by something that is true. I meant every word I wrote in that letter, and I think he felt it.
I interviewed your brother Alexander after "Northman". He described it as isolated. How was your Eggers trip?
- It was up and down. I was also very isolated. Self-isolating.
- I lived in a hotel suite in an 18th-century building where Mozart had lived, and you feel that he is sitting in the walls. I walked around this attic and went a little crazy.
- But there was a madness in Orlok that was worth facing. I've talked a lot about my technical methods, but it was also a psychological journey.
The relief after the recording
How has it been to leave Orlok?
- An enormous relief. You don't always feel that way, but the last day of filming was a really tough fucking day. Not performance-wise, but because it was twelve hours in that outfit, and the soles of my feet were the only thing on me that wasn't covered. It means that the body cannot breathe.
- I was close to fainting and had heat stroke. My heart just skipped a beat, and I started thinking about that gold-covered woman in "Goldfinger"…
Who would have been suffocated by the paint?
- Yes, that's not true. But I thought about it. So when I was done, I was so grateful to be free of this evil entity.
What's next for you?
- I'll be home for a couple of days, and then I'll go to Los Angeles and New York for the premieres there, and then home to celebrate Christmas.
The Skarsgård Christmas is supposed to be something really special?
- This year it is split. Everyone is married and has a partner, so you have to take it in turns, and this year it's just been that everyone is with their respective ones. But last year we ran Skarsgård Christmas, and now we will all see each other in the days in between, so then it will be Skarsgård Christmas!
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da3dm · 1 year ago
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I Can Hear You
Got late night thoughts about how my cats always bother me at night and wondered what a good version of that with Irzayn would be...enjoy!
tw: language (Irza is verrrry unhappy)
Then again, when is he ever happy anyways? Also, Vara's sister makes an appearance for the first time!
Word Count: 1022 (so short lol)
ONESHOT
It was the middle of the night. Two borrowers darted away from a hole they'd hidden behind the typically unused toaster. They were silent as they rushed across the smooth marble countertop and began on their mission--food. The human would be asleep at this time, giving them the perfect opportunity to snatch what they need and be out of there. Well…that would be a lot easier if they were quiet. It didn't take long for the one to dash away from the other, recklessly going in one of the cupboards. Of course, this made the other one upset. “Eva! Get back down here!” He was whisper-yelling at his sister.
And she proceeded to ignore him. She wormed her way through it all, aiming for the sugary sweets that had been newly bought by the human today. “Chill, I'm just gonna take a little bit! You overreact too much.” She tended to push the boundaries of safety fairly often…this also meant her brother had once needed to drag her away from a rat. For some reason she was intent on riding it. This made her brother fully believe she lacked any desire for even the most basic of survival. This was also aggravating.
He shot her a glare with no hesitation. “You do this every night! You're going to wake the human!” She wasn't even trying to hide her voice tonight. He growled in frustration and got his hook out, unable to simply scale items to reach the cupboard like his younger sister.
It was while he was attempting to throw the hook that she reappeared, sidestepping his hook and staring at him. “What’re you worried about? That moody guy has never once noticed us, or maybe he just doesn't care.” She kicked the hook off when he managed to get it latched, sticking her tongue out at him. “And like hell I'm letting you reach me before I finish.” Her smirk taunted him as she vanished back into the cupboard.
He was beyond done with this girl as his hook clattered back down beside him. “Get down. That is enough, get down!” He took a few steps back and looked for a better place to throw his hook, only for a warning shout to echo down to him. Just barely, he managed to scramble away before a package slammed onto the counter, right where he'd just been standing. His heart leapt out of his chest and his eyes shot right up to his sister.
She was peeking down at him, then innocently raised her hands in a shrug while avoiding his eyes. “Oops?”
He shot to his feet. “What are you doing?! Why would you drop the entire package?! We can't get it back up there! You've gone too far this time, get down here!” His glare burned into her while she attempted to scale back down, hanging her head once she was on the counter. She didn't say a word, but did start to rub her arm. He sighed at her and stepped closer to her, raising a hand to set it on her head. “You know better. Leave everything how it is and he might think it just fell out. Let’s go, Eva.” Except when he turned, a chill shot through his body. The human was standing  there as simply a dark, heavy shadow, its sinister eyes gleaming from the lowlight of the darkened kitchen.
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It was the middle of the night. So why did he keep hearing voices?? He just wanted to sleep! Every night, it was like clockwork. He'd go to his room for the night, and hardly ten minutes later, these two annoying voices argued in his house. At first he felt he was imagining it all. It didn't really make sense otherwise, how would there be two people in his home every night with no sign of forced entry? Also, they always spoke with a forced tone, as if they were trying to be quiet but shouting. What shout would be so quiet? So it wasn't like he had any real reason to suspect the voices. He was probably just going insane, which made sense.
Until tonight. A loud bang startled him to be sitting upright and he immediately got out of bed. Alright, enough of this. His mind falling apart can't make things fall over in the other room. His patience only went so far. Therefore, he got to his feet, keeping his steps quiet as he made his way to the door. He stopped to listen. More shouting. “What…why would…get…here!” He muttered under his breath before he finally stepped out and stalk over to the kitchen, stopping in the entrance to scan the room.
Right there. He stared silently at the apparent tiny people on his counter, standing next to his cookies. His expression hardened into a glare…right as they turned to see him standing there. Using their sudden attention, he scowled and began to speak with a forced tone, “I can hear you…EVERY DAMN NIGHT! WOULD YOU JUST GO TO SLEEP AND LEAVE ME ALONE?! I AM BURNING THIS HOUSE DOWN THE NEXT TIME I FALL ASLEEP IN CLASS FROM YOUR IDIOCY!” He truthfully didn't care if he was too loud or too aggressive…he was already tormented enough while awake, he didn't need to get gum in his hair again.
He stomped closer, ignoring how they both cowered away from him even as the shorter one hid the other. Reaching past them, he grabbed the package and waved it in the air at them. “And of all things to take, this? If you're going to steal food, why not get creative and take some of the steaks in the fridge if you can move something like this. Oh yeah, and, leave my cookies alone.” His voice dropped to a growl before he turned away and took the package with him, grumbling, “Why the new strawberry ones, take the chocolate ones, or even the sugar ones, why the expensive strawberry…keeping me awake all night…” He slammed the door shut behind him, hid his cookies, and went to sleep in his now silent house.
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P.S. He didn't even care they were small or in his house, he just cared they were taking his strawberry cookies and keeping him up lol
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rambheem-is-real · 11 months ago
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Dying, Craving, For You Baby Part 2
the sequel to pt 1
warnings: heavy NSFW, dark!Varadha, switch varadeva
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Varadha watches from above, as his younger self and Deva kiss. The other Varadha kisses like he can’t believe this is happening, soft and hesitant. Still mapping out the inside of Deva’s mouth, still trying to figure out what Deva might like and what he might not. 
I could tell him. 
He watches as Deva takes the hands of his younger self, resting awkwardly over Deva’s chest, and moves them around his waist. The action awakens something in the other Varadha, who starts kissing Deva more frantically, puts a hand inside Deva’s t-shirt, now that he knows it’s okay. Plants kisses down the side of Deva’s arched neck. 
I could tell him how it felt to have Deva kneeling by the base of my throne in this very room, looking up at me like I was his God, sucking my cock like it was his method of worship.
The other Varadha breaks off slightly, to give a simple command. 
“Off.” 
His Deva instantly obeys, pulling his shirt off, and the other Varadha gets visibly aroused at the sight of the muscular chest. Of course, it was his first time seeing it when Deva’s nakedness was on display for himself. He pinches a nipple, delights in the surprised noise from Deva. 
I could tell him exactly where Deva was sensitive, where a bite would make him arch and moan, where a pinch could make him shiver. 
Varadha can see his younger self glance at him from the corner of his eye, can see him make a plan. Decide what kind of show he would put on. 
I could tell him that I once knew him better, more intimately than I knew myself, my own body. 
The younger man bends down, attaching his mouth to the nipple he had pinched, slips his hands around to cup Deva’s ass. Swirls his tongue around the bud almost theatrically, waits for Deva to relax into his hands, then bites down once more, smirking at the hushed moan. He brings a hand back around to play with the nipple he hasn’t given any attention to yet. 
But I won’t.  
They were sharing Deva for now, of course. Varadha understands that it’s always been them. No matter what point in time, no matter what dimension, whatever version of Deva the universe might throw at him, he belonged to Varadha. Which Varadha, it didn’t really matter. But fuck him if he wanted to keep this one thing to himself. That Varadha got to waltz in here and get the only thing, the only person Varadha had ever truly wanted, but he wouldn’t be getting any pointers from him. The part of Varadha that’s still seething at the display before him, the part that aches with jealousy with every touch of another man’s fingers on Deva’s skin, lies smug with the knowledge that that Varadha wouldn’t be able to please Deva the way only this Varadha knew. 
Other Varadha presses a tender kiss to Deva's sternum, and then switches to the other nipple, making sure Deva was squirming with every lick of his tongue. 
"Vara.." Deva trails off, not completing the plea. The other Varadha laughs breathlessly, like he can't believe this is happening. 
"Excited, are we?" Deva just groans in response. "Alright, but we still have to provide sufficient entertainment."
Having sufficiently marked Deva up, the younger Varadha trails kisses down Deva’s chest as he kneels, until he’s resting on the ground. Varadha watches as his Deva’s breath hitches, as he slowly unzips himself and drops his pants around his ankles. 
That Varadha was still very much a virgin at this point, Varadha remembers. He grimaces at the thought of all of the pigheaded men that had wanted to bed him for being a disgraced former dora, like he was some sort of conquest. He had, of course, refused to give in. He had too much dignity for that, no amount of humiliation from Rudra and the others could take that away. And anyway, from the very moment he became aware of his biological desires he only wanted to share that with one- Varadha forces himself to focus back on the pair before him.  
The younger man is eyeing Deva’s dick like it was a particularly challenging math problem.
Varadha laughs, doesn’t care if it comes off as mocking. “It’s not rocket science. Get to it!”
The younger Varadha glares at him, and Deva strokes through his hair, soothing him. He turns to the Varadha on the throne, shoulders relaxed and lips curved in a faint smile. The sight is so achingly familiar that Varadha’s heart skips a beat. This Deva was so different from the guilty one he had seen only minutes earlier. 
Deva opens his mouth, probably to crack a joke. 
Guilty . 
Visions fill his mind: his hands clutching at the bloodied body of his brother, pressing his forehead to Baachi’s cold one, crying so hard his throat burns. The burning rage returns. 
Whatever Deva sees in Varadha’s face makes him pale, and his eyes lower once again. 
Good. As he should. The anger recedes, but not all the way. 
When the younger Varadha experimentally licks at Deva’s cock, Deva’s hips jolt forward in surprise, head snapping back to look down at the Varadha on his knees. The younger man smirks, and takes more of Deva’s length in his mouth. 
His Deva moans, and his hands make an aborted motion to grab onto something, but Varadha can see he’s hesitating to be a little rougher with the version of him that hasn’t ever done this yet. 
Slowly, the younger Varadha works his way to fitting all of Deva in his mouth, the sounds of Deva’s moans increasing in frequency and volume during this time. Deva taps shakily on Varadha’s head, a warning, but he only shakes his head slightly, continuing to suck. 
“Varadha-” The younger man reaches up to stroke Deva’s balls, and that’s all it takes for Deva to come. 
The other Varadha pulls back, coughing, but before Deva can regain his breath he tugs Deva down to the ground with him, pushing him flat on his back. He doesn’t give Deva a moment of rest, resuming his exploration of Deva’s body like a man that had just tasted sugar for the first time.  
Varadha knows his Deva must be feeling blissed out right now. He reaches into his cloak, pulling out the vial of oil he had saved. He had thought that he was going to fuck Deva at least once before he would sentence him to death. Not that he had expected time travel bullshit, of course. Maybe he’ll reconsider that death sentence. Varadha pushes himself up from the throne, and leisurely walks down to the pair. 
The other Varadha pauses at his approach, and looks up. 
“Open him up for me.” Varadha tosses his younger self the vial, whose eyes darken at the thought of Deva getting fucked. Good for him, all his fantasies are getting satisfied today , Varadha thinks sarcastically. 
Other Varadha coats his fingers with the oil, then hesitantly prods at Deva’s opening. Before continuing, he looks at Deva. “You’re okay with this, right?”
Deva sends him a tiny grin, spreading his legs wider. “How many times do you think your fingers have been inside me?”
The other Varadha grins back, relieved, and presses a kiss to the inside of Deva’s thighs before slipping his index finger in. Deva immediately hisses, but presses the finger back inside himself when Varadha pulls out, alarmed at the sound. 
“Just.. it’s been a while,” he says, eyes avoiding the man sitting next to him. 
Varadha tamps down the instinctive purr of satisfaction, resists the urge to call him a good boy. 
A minute later, the other Varadha adds some more oil and presses a second finger inside, brows furrowed in concentration, now fully stretching Deva. “Like this?” he asks Varadha, who just shrugs.
“I don’t care what you do, just make it fit.” 
The cavalier tone seems to enrage young Varadha, who pauses his fingers. “I’m not going to do anything if it’s going to hurt him.” A thought occurs to him, and Varadha can see the slow horror spread across his face. “You didn’t hurt him, right?”
Varadha just smirks at Deva, who blushes. “Nothing he didn’t ask for, of course.”
The other Varadha reels from that information, until Deva whines. He apologizes with a kiss and resumes the movement of his fingers. 
My Deva looks so good on his back, getting all stretched out, Varadha thinks. The air is getting too hot, so Varadha tugs his cloak and top off. Deva looks over Varadha’s bare chest, hungry at the sight. He looks back up to Varadha, a plea in his eyes. Fine, he thinks, and leans down to kiss Deva. 
Varadha doesn’t know how long he stays there, swallowing up Deva’s moans and feeling up his chest, until he hears a throat clearing behind him. 
“I.. I think he’s ready?”
Varadha pulls back, examining his other self’s work. He does look ready. 
“I am,” Deva says. “You did a good job.” Younger Varadha blushes at the praise, and Varadha has to shove his rage and jealousy away. He’s still me, of course Deva would praise him. 
Varadha meets the eyes of his other self, who asks, “What now?” He smirks down at Deva, relishing the anticipation in Deva’s eyes. 
“I think he’d look good on his knees, as I take him from behind.” The younger Varadha watches in rapt attention as Deva quickly gets into position. Varadha lines up behind Deva, not giving him any warning before pushing into him in one long stroke. 
Other Varadha seems to want to object, like he wants Varadha to start slow to let Deva get used to it, but stops himself after hearing Deva’s groan. Varadha knows what Deva's thinking: Finally. 
Varadha doesn’t slow down his thrusts as he chuckles. “Look at him, look at how beautifully he takes my cock. Ready to be used whenever and wherever.” He slaps Deva’s ass, and Deva makes a broken sound in assent. 
Younger Varadha can’t help it anymore, takes out his own cock to stroke as he watches the erotic sight in front of him. 
Varadha gestures to Deva’s front, before putting his hands back around Deva’s waist, getting a good grip as he roughly fucks into Deva. “His mouth’s free if you want.”
His younger self’s eyes get wide, as if he hadn’t even considered that was an option, as if he was content just to watch his older self fuck all coherence out of Deva. 
Between thrusts, Deva manages to get out, “You can use my mouth, it’s okay.”
The other Varadha scrambles over to where Deva’s face is, gently stroking his jaw. Varadha slows down a little, letting his younger self guide his cock into Deva’s waiting mouth. He watches him thrust shallowly, hands curling up into fists on Deva’s shoulders. 
“Grip his hair.” With that command, Varadha speeds up once again, and the other man has no choice but to do so to keep himself inside Deva’s mouth. Deva makes the most beautiful noise, and Varadha has no doubt he’s enjoying himself very much between two versions of the man he loves the most. Eventually, the two Varadhas set a rhythm between them, Varadha thrusting so he pushes Deva’s mouth onto the other Varadha’s cock. 
Varadha lets himself lose control, lets himself use Deva the way he’s wanted to for years, the way he used to before. God, he’s missed this. All he can think of is Deva, Deva, naa Deva. 
That last part slips out of his mouth by accident, and he can feel Deva freeze. A second later, Deva clenches around him, so hard and tight Varadha almost blacks out, and comes. 
The other Varadha pulls out, lets Varadha keep fucking Deva through his orgasm. Varadha doesn’t stop, though, and Deva dutifully opens his mouth once more. The other Varadha shudders at the sight, pushing himself back inside. 
“Is he.. ah.. will it hurt him? If we keep going?” Younger Varadha asks, and Varadha laughs. 
“Yes,” is all he says, and the other Varadha seems to understand that Deva’s fine with the overstimulation. 
They keep going like that, the sound of their own moans combined with Deva’s muffled ones filling the air. How long, Varadha doesn’t know. All he knows is that he wants to stay in this moment forever, with Deva. Preferably without his younger self, actually, but he doesn’t really have a choice in that. 
The other Varadha groans and comes inside Deva’s mouth. The sight of the cum dripping down the corner of Deva’s mouth as he pulls off makes Varadha come as well, pinning Deva in place so he can come inside him. 
Younger Varadha immediately kneels to capture Deva’s lips in a kiss, licking up the sides to clean him up. He knows the other man was unable to stop himself after seeing Deva so pretty with his cum on his tongue. Varadha himself can’t help but admire the purple bruises along Deva's hips, and the way cum slowly oozes out of Deva’s puffy hole. My cum, he thinks smugly. He pushes what’s leaking back inside with his fingers. 
The other Varadha pulls back, resting his forehead on Deva’s own. “Okay?” He asks. 
Varadha can’t see it, but he already knows the exact dopey grin Deva has on his face. “Okay,” Deva responds, and the other Varadha smiles.
He then looks to Varadha. “What now?” 
Fucking hell, he looks like an eager student. He considers young Varadha’s excited eyes, the broad planes of his chest, the dark hair that didn’t have a single strand of gray yet. Youngsters.  
“Now, we can figure out Deva’s sentence.”
The other Varadha pales, and Deva’s face drops. 
“Or…” Varadha starts, and the other two perk up. “You can try fucking him this time, and I’ll ride him while you do that.” 
As Varadha tosses the vial to Deva, leans back to let him open Varadha up this time, he pushes the rational thoughts aside. He knows they’ll have to face the future at some point, will have to figure out how to free Deva from the consequences of the Nibandhanam. With two Varadhas here, they might have a shot at it. But for now, he’ll just enjoy himself. 
As the other Varadha bends down to kiss him, Varadha thinks that the enjoyment might actually end up being literal. 
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grimlocksword · 2 years ago
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whitewaterpaper · 10 months ago
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Denna månad har jag sett klassisk SF, klassisk fredriksdal och en remake på en klassisk Hitchcock. Det blir svällande muskler, svingande svärd, sjungande värjor, damer som försvinner och one liners som haglar.
Arnbergs Korsettfabrik (2000) [👍🔁🆓🎭] Eva Rydbergs klassiska omstöpning av Poppes Oskulden från Mölle. En fortfarande genuint charmig och rolig pjäs jag tycker om att återkomma till.
Battle in Outer Space / Uchû daisensô (1959) [👍🆓] Japansk SF, väldigt gediget producerad. Bra story, och bra special effekter. Regisserad och skriven av samma man som skänkte världen Godzilla.
Dark Star (1974) [👎] John Carpenter, över lag bra special effekter och produktion. Dock konstigt manus som gör att jag tappar intresset snabbt.
En dam försvinner / Lady Vanishes, the (1979) [__] Överlag sevärd remake på Hitchcock-klassikern. Mer hysterisk än spännande, Cybil Sheppard (i rollen som Kelly) och Elliott Gould (hennes manliga kärleksintresse) tenderar slå över på överspel men Angela Lansbury gör en bra roll.
Freelance (2023) [__] Vill väldigt gärna vara en "Jakten på Stenen"-actionkomedi, men blir mest konstig.
Gullivers Resor / Gulliver's Travels (1939) [👎🆓] Klassisk animerad film uppskattad av många. Dock då ej mig.
Herrskap och Tjänstehjon (2006) [👍🔁🆓🎭] Ännu mer klassisk fars på Fredriksdal. Rydberg är i högform.
Samson and the Slave Queen / Zorro contro Maciste (1963) [👍🆓] Varför plockade amerikanarna bort Zorro Från titeln kan man undra. Väldigt underhållande film jag med all säkerhet kommer se om.
Sinbad: The Battle of the Dark Knights (1998) [👎🆓] Oinspirerad film som började med att konstatera att Sinbad behöver vara lite mer tonåring...
Sinbad of the Seven Seas (1989) [👎🆓] Rörigt och på gränsen till osebar film med Lou Ferrigno i rollen som Sinbad. Lou Ferrigno som Sinbad är typ det enda positiva som finns att säga om filmen.
Sinbads Tusen Äventyr / 7th Voyage of Sinbad, the (1958) [👍🔁🆓] Klassiskt Sinbad-äventyr.
Warcraft: The Beginning (2016) [🔁] Mindes den som överraskande bra, men upplevde den nu som tämligen avslagen. Kanske för att den här öppnade för uppföljare mot slutet som aldrig kom?
Har man, som jag, en viss fäbless för Zorro tycker jag man skall satsa sina minuter denna månad på Samson and the Slave Girl. Känner man att man vill sikta lite högre ser man med fördel Battle in Outer Space som är väl värd en chans.
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Tisja's scribbling 3
-> For just a moment, the elf – certain of her safety – closed her eyelids and sighed audibly. "Ah, the misery of the Iradi: constantly trying to appear like us, but, by Galikir, damn bad at it," her contact noted with a mischievous grin. Tisja-Vilaniv tilted her head and wanted to know the reason for this assumption: "What do you mean?"
The woman sat down at the table in the middle of the room opposite Tisja-Vilaniv. She put her feet up, held her mug in her left hand and said: "You think that with that expressionless face of yours you won"t attract attention, but that"s what makes you particularly conspicuous. It"s only by luck that most people are not interested in anything but their house and home – maybe the wenches two streets over, but apart from that..."
Tisja-Vilaniv threw back the hood, tucked a rebellious strand of her snow-white hair behind her right ear and put down the clay cup. With delicate movements, she loosened the fibula above her breastbone before she took off the cloak, which she then placed folded on a chest of drawers by the door. "You misjudge our actions, dear lady.
You are right that your simple folk don"t care about us. However, we don"t care about them either. Our goal is not to get lost in the crowd, but to avoid giving our enemies clues through our facial expressions. Among the Vilasar and especially the Ilaniv, the slightest movement is already analysed. We are aware that we attract attention, but amateurish attempts at assimilation are even more dramatic," the elf explained, now much more relaxed, as she sat down at the table. At the same time, the human put the mug aside, only to take a pipe out of a bag and start to fill it.
For the first time, the elf took a closer look at her counterpart. The oval face of the red-haired human woman with the bright green eyes was still grinning broadly. Freckles adorned her crooked nose and silver rings her right ear. Despite the recent popularity of cosmetics in the realm, such as lip blue, cheek colour or shadows for the eyelids, she did not wear any such frills.
She was of slender, tall stature and wore light, turquoise-coloured leather clothes with dark metal decorations. The dark green cloth scarf that wrapped her neck also blended in with this colour scheme. She was armed with a rapier that was attached to a belt at her hip. "Interesting, but may I ask you something?" Tisja-Vilaniv nodded before she smelled her wine. With an inward sigh at the apparently inferior quality, she took a sip and then drank to conceal her displeasure.
" What are you doing here in Kuskar?"
"As you can probably imagine, I can"t tell you. I would be a poor agent of the elven people if I were to present our missions to everyone."
The woman at the other end of the table shrugged, grinning as she lit her pipe. "It was worth a try. You know what they say about a woman"s vice," she commented on her pathetic attempt. With her mug in her right hand, Tisja-Vilaniv tried to steer the conversation towards her itinerary: "How do you plan to take me to my homeland?"
"Not at all… I was only ordered to take you as far as Kisbil. Elves are not persecuted there, and you should be able to make it to Vilangar on your own. But to get you there, I"ve organised a ship to take us southeast by sea."
"Is the ship"s crew trustworthy?"
"Nothing of the sort – just crooks – but that"s exactly what makes them perfect for us. Their contempt for the authorities is much greater than their dislike of your people. They would only end up on the rope themselves as a reward for capturing you."
"I see…"
"Don"t worry, elf. Shoko will take care of you."
Tisja-Vilaniv eyed the woman coldly. She spoke in a calm voice, "Is that your name?"
»At least the name you will learn from me – Shoko Kili-Vara, at your service."
"You are of low nobility?«
Shoko blew a cloud of pipe smoke towards the ceiling before answering, “Seems so.” “Then it would only be fair to tell you my name as well,” replied the elf, to which the woman at the other end of the table waved a hand, saying, "Not necessary… For the duration of our cooperation, you are Elizja Kili-Nira – my half-sister from a simple background. Apparently our father was a wild boar that could hardly be tamed. How did I earn the trust to know your name? From what I"ve heard, you elves are reluctant to reveal your names…" "My trust in you is only borrowed, because the only reason I"m open with you is the trust Ilkana has in you. He trusts you and with that you have mine. That"s why I want you to know my name, Shoko. Consider it a symbol of my faith in the judgement of our mutual friend. My name is Ilaniv Alanadol Tisja-Vilaniv," the elf explained calmly and without any sign of derision. Shoko whistled appreciatively before musing, "The new spring Tisja of the Ilaniv tribe and daughter of Alana…"
"I"m glad to know that you are familiar with the speech of the streams."
"You have to appreciate a beautiful name, and that"s difficult if you don"t know what it means," explained her contact person, before continuing, "In return, I can tell you who I"m taking you to Kisbil for – you know: because of our mutual friend. I"m an Acryl." "A nameless one… Is it true that you are born without a name?" Tisja-Vilaniv wanted to know in a fit of curiosity. The woman shook her head in reply: “That"s an old wives tale. Everyone has a name. I merely discarded it in the service of the true empress and in the fight against the Usurper." "Thank you for that explanation, honourable Akril Shoko. I appreciate the trust you place in me," the elf remarked with a rare, honest smile, before her face changed back to that cold mask.
"Now that that"s been settled, we should probably retire. I"ve rented rooms under our names, and we should probably go to the harbour together tomorrow morning. Otherwise, we"ll meet there after sunrise. Any questions?«
Tisja-Vilaniv shook her head, drank the revolting wine down, and excused herself, for she longed for some sleep. <-
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