#wars and prayers

[art-ember]

Old shall we date game fans PLEASE TELL ME YOU’RE STILL OUT THERE

I want to make a server where we can talk about these games, and I have started running a meme account on instagram focusing on the older games. Please tell me there are still fans other than me and the two people I scream about swd games to (cough @nightshadow2518 @shadownight2518 cough)

Just like, rebolg, respond, something! I wanna talk to people about these!

I love BiR, I love Guilty Alice and Lost Alice, I am going insane with Philippe and Jean's connections to every ither game, I am.playing Guard Me Sherlock, Wizardess Heart, Ninja Shadow, Love Tangle, and am looking for any and all lets plays of the ither games. I have fan-fics in the works and one even published (Multifandom Escape. There's a couple of swd characters in it). I did play Obey me and like it, but I want to focus on games OTHER than that. I have drawn fan comics of Angel and Devil, Ninja Assassin, every game I mentioned so far in this post (except obey me). I have Au's, theories, just A LOT.

This is a desperate cry for the fandom, if it's still out there.

[erraticpulse]

Like the signs of the cosmic The crush of the eye

[heartbeats-exe]

Jiang Cheng is the picture of “I knew from the moment I met you that I’d spend a lifetime forgiving you.”

Like—start with the dogs. The only gift his father ever gave him, and Jiang Cheng gave them away. Why? Because Wei Wuxian was scared of them. That’s it. No resistance. No conflict. Just: oh, you’re afraid? They’re gone.

That is the blueprint. That is the foundational dynamic. That is the relationship.

His father resents him, prefers his shixiong. His mother tears him down for not being his shixiong. His sister, bless her, loves both of them—but it’s Wei Wuxian who gets the hand on the shoulder, the soft words, the shared wine. And yet. Jiang Cheng never once chooses bitterness over devotion.

He loves him. That’s the tragedy. That’s the rot. Because he never stops.

Wei Wuxian gets dragged into the Burial Mounds and comes back fundamentally altered, and Jiang Cheng still believes in him. Still gives him room to return. Still duels him instead of executing him outright, still spares him even when the sect is watching. Still tells Jin Ling to be kind to him. Still keeps Chenqing in perfect condition, like a grave he refuses to let crumble. Even when Wei Wuxian’s choices leave him hollowed out. Even when all he has left is silence. He still carries him.

And the thing is—Jiang Cheng’s sacrifices are quiet. He never says them. But we know. We know that when he was captured by the Wens, he let himself be caught. On purpose. Because if he didn’t distract them, Wei Wuxian would’ve died.

We know that when Wei Wuxian said, “I can fix this,” Jiang Cheng believed him with his whole heart. And when Wei Wuxian smiled that soft, golden smile, and said “Don’t worry,” Jiang Cheng didn’t. Because when your entire world is falling apart, and your brilliant, impossible shixiong tells you he has a plan—you believe him. That’s what love is.

And when he disappeared? When he died?

Jiang Cheng never believed it.

He said there was no proof. But it always read like something else to me. Like: “I’d know if he was gone. I’d feel it. He’s part of me. I would know.”

This man spent years believing he murdered the person he loved most in the world. And he still couldn’t bring himself to throw the flute away.

Tell me that’s not love. Tell me that’s not the worst kind. The kind that doesn’t die even when it should.

[warandpeas]

Kelly

[panncakes]

Joke looking at Jack.

Jack & Joker (2024)

[hisaltmystic]

Prayer request: That these powerful countries find sense and humanity to not lead millions into a war majority of us don’t want. The people just want human rights and community. Lord, we cry out for peace without more destruction. Hear us cry for mercy.

[bowenoke]

if you like florence + the machine and also kristen applebees and figueroth faeth. may i offer you cassandra

[terriblesolomons]

Ok but guys isn't it actually crazy how Eugene Roe's presence is literally defined by the ineffable silence of God....ep 6 has no narrative voice beyond the languageless vision of Roe's literal perspective....he brings with him silence in every episode he's in like the chaos after Jackson blows himself up stills completely when Doc runs in - they all go silent & frozen & breathless - when any man is wounded the very concept of words beyond orders fail...he talks about how Renee is blessed to calm the wounded she treats but it's evident that he brings with him something even graver than calm; it's unutterable, literally, it's a prayer, it's a response to the silence we meet (Roe meets) in his prayers (it's a reflection on the insane power we - they - have over our own - and their own - mortality - that silent and sometimes apparently godlike capacity to return (to the front lines) from the dead (that hell of lost brotherhood in the hospitals)?)

[constellation-sapphic]

My next dream MCC team: Philza, Sneegsnag, Impulse, Skizzleman

I'm rewatching the vod where Sneeg played phasmo with Imp and Skizz, and the dynamic is great, but I feel like having Phil in the mix as well would put the group into a nice balance. Also, Impulse has teamed with both Phil and Sneeg separately, and both groups seemed to get along really well

Also I think Phil would love Skizz's energy

Is this a balanced team? Depends on who else is in the event I guess, but Sneeg is DAMN good (stop overlooking him I'm going to crash out), Phil is damn good, Impulse has very niche but useful skills, and- I love you Skizz- you're the vibe and morale guy.

I think they'd have a decent shot at winning, but more importantly (to me at least) I think it'd be a really fun team

[myemptycircus333]

may the israeli colonial project fall and may all Indigenous people face justice, liberation, and prosperity. may all those responsible bear the weight of guilt and shame so heavy for the rest of their lives it blocks out all light and love.

[ex0rin]

Galen Erso is vital to the Empire’s weapon program. Forget what you heard in there, there will be no extraction. You find him, you kill him. Then and there.

General Draven & Captain Andor | Rogue One: A Star Wars Story

[apenitentialprayer]

Building on […] a long tradition of Catholic war resisters including the Berrigan brothers, Ben Salmon, Franz Jäggerstätter, and Dorothy Day, all of whom upheld the Gospel of nonviolence in turbulent times, we invite young Catholics to sign a proclamation document affirming their faith-led belief in Gospel nonviolence. The original testimonies will be held by the signers, with copies sent to the Pax Christi USA office in Washington, DC, which will act as the central archive. In the event of a military draft or call to war, these documents will serve as formal statements of conscientious objection. [...] To bring this resource to fruition, however, we need your help.

Pray for us as we launch this project, as well as for all victims of war.

Welcome friends into conversations about peacebuilding and learn more about the history of Catholic civil disobedience.

Please share the news of this registry with your parish, within your communities, and especially with any young Catholics you know.

Our hope is that this registry will not only be a legal support, but another seed in a growing network of solidarity.

[skrittkicking]

oh my godddd

[inbabylontheywept]

Want Better Things

“You thought that was a bioweapon?” 

The translator broke down for a second as the creature did a sort of broken exhale. Connotations were all that came through. Vague implications. Pity, the software flashed. Disgust. Anger.

A pause as it decided.  

Sadism. 

Valta was already backing away. The final decision didn’t change his behavior, it just made the hall feel far, far too short. 

“I didn’t order it deployed. I didn’t make it.” 

The thing was staring at him, and he couldn’t look away. The two eyes moved in such perfect tandem that he didn’t think it was conscious. It only had binocular vision because it only needed binocular vision. Always the predator, never the prey. 

And now it was moving in on him. 

“Oh, but what if you had? Then I could tell you all the things that were wrong with it.” 

One of its hands - a sprawling, five fingered  spindly thing - traced carelessly along the station's walls. 

“No incubation period. Symptoms arrive within 40 minutes of exposure. No time to spread undetected. Minimum should be one week. Embarrassingly low.” 

The pressure the thing was putting on the wall increased, the gentle glide turning into a buzzing scratch. Humans were strong, but not strong enough to cut through metal like this. The suit had to be powered and clawed. 

“Spread through contact. Limited waterborne. No airborne. Intended mechanism of infection is viral load being put on hands from scratching, and then passed into the environment. Pathetically inefficient.” 

The translator was working, but the thing was overeunounciating each word. The meaning was being passed along by a clean, helpful voice in his suit, even as the sound was being passed on through the environmental speakers. And the sound was dreadful - clicks of ceramized bone jarring against each other, wet muscles modulating air into something sharp and rasping. 

“Mechanism of death? Lysis overload. Could be dangerous if it was transmitted into the lungs, but since the initial load tends to be dermal all we wind up with-”

It took its helmet off. 

It took its helmet off. 

It took its helmet off it took its helmet off it took its helmet off in a biozone it - 

It looked a little pink, actually. A little scratchy. It lifted a delicate, taloned hand and rubbed its face against it for a moment before finishing. 

“-is a rash.”

Valta’s prey drive had glued him to the spot. It was too close. The stupid, stupid part of his brain that still thought he was grazing on Duranga hoped that if he stood still long enough, it might not notice him. 

The human paused a moment before continuing. 

“Do you know why they sent me? Alphonse Ericsen, PhD, MD, civilian doctor, here to speak with you?”

Valta’s snout twitched. The suit translated the gesture for him. 

“No.” 

“Because one of our grunts is a dumb fuck,” the human said simply. “And he spent two days fighting on your station with his helmet off. He got infected that way and brought back your stupid, itchy plague to our carrier ship, and now we’ve all spent the last 8 hours scratching ourselves raw. But the jokes on you, because when we were treating that guy you know what we found? That he was in the asymptomatic phase of a COVID infection. So if this-”

It gestured to its pink face with a snarl. 

“-is your idea of a bioweapon, then COVID is going to be your apocalypse. But if you work with me, and shut everything the fuck down for the next three or four months, I might be able to save most of you.” 

Valta unstuck at that. He’d spent weeks down here, worrying about nothing more than the next skirmish. Now he was looking at a genuine existential threat. 

“...What? Why would you help us? We wanted you to die. All of you. I wanted-”

The human cut him off with an exasperated wave of his hand. 

“You wanted something stupid. Doesn’t mean I have to join you. Best I can do to fix you is keep you alive and hope that you feel ashamed later. That, I genuinely look forward to. Now come on, you’re going to be the one explaining to all your friends what’s at stake here. My bedside manner is so bad that they limited my patients to virology slides and USMC marines. I think that’s actually one rung below the guys that just dissect cadavers.” 

Valta would’ve made an amused hum at that, but something already felt scratchy inside his throat. 

[classycookiexo]

[a-hymnforher]