#write me a 1000 word essay

[shellem15]

Thinking about the Dawnfather. A god of light, a god of harvest, a god of the sun itself. Good but not nice, kind but not soft. Life-giving but also scorching. Protective, warm, and kind, but also stern, harsh, and abrasive. His light can foster growth, can protect and guide, but it can also scorch and burn. The sun is warm and nurturing but don’t stare at it too long, child, it’ll blind you.

Was he always so hard? Did he always hide his face with the harsh light of the sun? Or was there a time when he smiled and laughed, let others see him as he truly was?

Thinking about the Schism. Was the Dawnfather close to the Betrayer Gods before they turned? He must have been, Asmodeus wouldn’t be so hung up on him if he wasn’t. Speaking of Asmodeus, he was once a being of light, like the Dawnfather and the Everlight are now. Were they closer than the others? When the Gods came to Exandria, did they come from the same place or were they scattered, a ragtag group of survivors fleeing from predators seeking to devour them? And if the latter is true, did these three beings of light come from the same place? Siblings, born from the same stuff, forever tied to one another?

If this was the case, then, what was their relationship before the Schism? Did they call each other “Brother” and “Sister”? Did they hold each other when they were scared, dry each other’s tears, laugh and joke and tease and fight and make up because they were siblings and they’d always be together, and they loved each other with every fiber of their being and they only had each other. When Predathos came, when it devoured two of their newfound siblings, did the Dawnfather hold them both and promise them that everything was going to be okay because he was their brother and he was going to protect them, all of them. The gods, mortals, the world itself, they would not be devoured, they would not be destroyed, because he was there and would fight until his very last breath to keep them safe.

Wondering then, was that the moment when Asmodeus truly grew to hate their creations? Seeing his brother and sister and siblings risk their lives just to protect some mewling mortal wretches when they could just leave it all behind and start somewhere new. Was that the moment when he realized that mortals had done something to them, changed them when they were not supposed to change. Why else would they risk being devoured by Predathos, why else would they suffer through war with the Primordials? Why else would they choose them over him!? Was this the moment when he decided to conspire with the Primordials and the other Betrayer Gods? To destroy this world and the mortals on it so they could finally leave. And they would leave, of course, because the Dawnfather was his brother and the Everlight was his sister and the Gods were a family, and at the end of the day, they would always be together, and once the corrupting influence of those mortals was gone, they would surely all see reason.

And when the Dawnfather discovered this betrayal, when all the Prime Deities did, he must have been furious. How could they!? His kin, his brother, who had always been by his side through everything, how could they turn around and destroy their creations, their children. And so he and the other Primes took up arms and fought against their own family to protect this world they had created, and their children who inhabited it. Those battles must have been brutal, bonds of comradery broken, kin clashing against kin, screaming curses as they tore each other apart.

During those final battles of the Schism, when the Dawnfather clashed against Asmodeus, did they scream at each other in rage? A twisted reflection of previous squabbles, different because this time it was real, this time there is no forgiveness, no making up. When the Dawnfather knocked Asmodeus down, crushed his throat under his foot and banished him to the Hells, was he yelling when he disowned him? Or was he quiet when he did it, his voice going into a low growl, deadly calm as he told him that he was not his brother anymore. And moments previously, when the Dawnfather could have easily killed him, did he look into Asmodeus’s eyes and see his brother? Scared and hurt by his hands, hands that once held him and swore to protect him. In that moment, did the Dawnfather realize he couldn’t kill him? Because that was his brother and despite everything, he still loved him, and hurting him brought him more grief and pain than he could ever imagine. So instead, he banished him, locked him and all the other Betrayers away because he and the other Primes couldn’t bring themselves to kill their family, but they also couldn’t let them free.

Was this when the Dawnfather obscured his face? Hardened his heart because otherwise he would break, and he cannot break, because the other gods need him to be strong, because Exandria needs him to be strong. And so he stayed strong, despite the grief, despite the guilt, despite the pain of heartbreak, of hurting the ones he loved to protect the ones he loved. And this hardening must have continued, running himself ragged during Calamity, beating back Tharizdun, protecting Ioun after she almost died, sheltering the Everlight after Asmodeus once again betrayed her, stabbed her in the back and left her broken and weak when all she wanted was to do was get her brother back, to save him from his own wrath. Failure after failure after failure to protect those he cared about, to protect his siblings and mortals and Exandria itself. The guilt of his failures must be overwhelming, and these are his failures: Predathos devoured his siblings under his watch, his siblings betrayed them under his watch, Calamity ravaged Exandria under his watch, and even now, the threat of Predathos has once again returned under his watch.

No wonder he is so harsh now, so controlling now: because every time he has failed in his vigilance the world has suffered for it. He can’t fail again; he can’t lose any more siblings. And so, he continues hardening his heart, continues fighting, because the sun must always rise again in the morning, no matter what.

[milkbreadtoast]

(random) ngl before i started learning korean i felt like the worst failure of a korean but now i feel like the best failure of a korean (/j) HAHA

like im struggling to speak but least im speaking..!! I feel like I've restored an essential piece of myself that was missing...

[404leafclover]

I'll follow you

[mallalada]

trying to write an essay without actually having a grip on what your gay little thesis is. such a bad idea never do this

[mango-parfait]

If you're a parent and you let your kid taunt and kick at the goats at the zoo, don't get mad when strangers tell your kid off because you fucking fail as a parent. You are the reason why we cannot have nice things.

[wayfinderships]

Good morning gamers!! Hope you're all doing well! As for me, I'm thinking about this bastard again-

[doberrrman]

11 for drool :3

11) what was the inspiration for your oc?

Ehehehe so there is two versions of drool actually, one that was an edgy self insert from when I was 12 and the other when I decided I was gonna make a comic with her and completely revamped all of ALT in 2018.

I suppose there isn't a lot to say about pre 2018 drool other than she was edgy as fuck. She started out as a survivor dogs self insert and I shifted her over into warriors at some point. My plan was to make this rly sick and deep oc, but sadly my 12 year old ass didn't rly understand what that meant at the time and made an edgelord anti-sue. I'm not sure what inspired her fur colors, but I remember putting white spots around her eye resembling a cloud very early on to show her connection to SkyClan through her design alone. There's no other major design aspects I remember though mostly because I used drool as a character for rping lol

In early/mid 2018 I started rewriting all of the little bits of drool's story and put it into a new project called ALT, however drool's design itself wouldn't change until late 2018 when I started preping pages for LR. She's based on 2 things! Elkmask from Convocations and horses!

In 2018 I stumbled upon Convocations and god did elkmask's design inspire me. Creature of all time <3

I think the moment I saw them I suddenly knew exactly what I wanted drool to look like, they were such a massive inspiration to my little creature.. kinda insane tbh. The second inspiration were these two horses from the soviet film конёк-горбунок (or the humpbacked horse in english) which I watched back when I was a kid and I just loved these guys.. And idk I just tried to apply it to drool somehow. I suppose because they're both mostly black, but it rly fascinated me how their necks curved (incase you ever wondered why I refer to drool as "my horse" sometimes... this is why....)

So with both of these....

.. U get this in the end. Congratulations!!

However overall I'm pretty happy with drool's design! It's fun, unique enough, has good body language and most importantly - it's easy to draw! Which will save your sanity if you planned to make 1000+ page comic for this bitch at some point!

[faaun]

the forest looks like heaven today i woke up feeling the heaviest weight at the top of my heart

[saturatedsinset]

oh my god writing essays is so harddddd

[vitamin-zeeth]

horrible that I can't just play ace attorney and watch my silly shows all day that would be amazing unfortunately. the essay

[allthishumanityforfree]

Please compare the smile when Paul in a pictures with other persons (last one was when he hang out with Oliver & Russell) & when Paul in a pictures with Andrew

[cat-dragron]

Oh yeah, reaching that point of the obsession where I have so many thoughts and opinions on something that watching reviews about it is difficult bc they miss something I think is important.

I really need to start drafting a video essay at this point... <- guy who has never done media analysis in his life.

[megane-sama]

Okay so life update yeah?

Being inactive hasnt just been because of my finances, but I've also been going through the most rancid, awful string of breakups in the past few months and my emotional state kept me well off most of my SM.

However it's over now thankfully, and I am using this Christmas for self care and recuperation and that means finally coming back online.

So hiii~★

[pochapal]

2 sips of a diet coke and i'm already a third of the way done with this thing i have to do. who can take me.

[divorcemotif]

"oh hey a real person followed me, I should look at their blog"

soon

"...perhaps I should listen to Eskew."

oh boy you caught my blog after an exciting weekend lmao

I absolutely recommend eskew! I don't have a lot of coherent thoughts, since I got into it over a very physically and mentally draining summer job and have yet to relisten, but it left an impression for sure. I will say what there is of an overarching narrative felt a bit jolty to me in places, for lack of a better term— I think you get the vibe of a show that’s figuring itself out somewhat as it goes, however the ideas are very interesting and I could make a long list of moments that really really affected me. my recent posts probably give a good sense of what I liked most abt it; david ward is just. endlessly interesting as a character imo. the writing’s good— there's a kind of.. ironically humorous edge to a lot of my favourite episodes, something I’d have to relisten to properly articulate. there's a tic of referring to one-off characters by a title instead of a name— the correspondence editor, the architect, the witness— that scratches something in my brain. in contrast with the slimy fleshiness of much of the horror, the sound design is just nice, actually— the rain never stops in eskew and the tone of the narration stays pretty level no matter what’s being described. there are only two narrators and I found both of their voices pleasant enough to close my eyes to on the subway after a long day. very solid show

[nereb-and-dungalef]

man why is it when historical figures are being sexist it's bc they were a product of their time but when they acknowledge womens' rights they're being ahead of their time. as if there were no historical societies in which women just... had rights