#yorrick my beloved

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No Matter How Vast The Darkness, We Must Supply Our Own Light

IT’S FINALLY DONE!!! Here’s my Malevolent Season 5 poster using the Army Of Darkness poster! I am so stoked with how this turned out :3

The original reference and closeups under the break.

[misopossum]

finished reading mass effect andromeda: annihilation over the weekend and. it was good, a perfectly 3/5, pleasant but not mind-blowing read that focused on the lore and politics of the non-citadel races - which was super refreshing! however...however. (spoilers) the decision to punish the ultimate antagonist - a quarian woman - by *checks notes* stripping her of her enviro-suit and forcing her to be gawped at and touched in order to disseminate the cure to the disease she created until she ultimately dies of exposure was insane.

by hey, at least we ended it with drell-batarian MILF yuri.

[misterewrites]

What Next Oh Fair Yorrick? (Mirror’s Edge)

Holy shhhhh 3 months? I was gone three months from this story? I am bad at this (actually we were fixing up the house in that time and boi has it been an inconvenience.) But I'm here and so is the next chapter yay! I promise all my writing in general will be more tightly packed and consistent. Unless it's not then you know life got me.

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Summary: Tomorrow has become today and Casey is ready to help the Gravekeeper of Souls stop whatever is threatening the peace of existence but first he needs to know what exactly is the next step in their plan. Surely Yorrick is on it. 

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Grandma Cassie bought the Remington household when she moved to Newton Haven roughly 30 some years ago and while neither her or her beloved spouse were around anymore, they left a loving home with precious memories Casey wouldn’t trade for the world.

That being said, however, Casey hadn’t stepped foot in his house for a while. He was embarrassed to finda fine layer of dust that blanketed everything and that hung in the air like snowfall. Yorrick mentioned she didn’t mind it so much because she slept in less accommodating places but the young cleric still felt the pang of guilt at the sight of his neglected home.

His parents decided to vacation after his mother retired from Willow’s Rook Neighborhood Watch and they spent the last two years abroad. His sister Kay had left a few years before that when she got married and though she still lived in the neighborhood, her visits were far and few in between. Truth was Casey ended up at her place more often than she did his. Simply put Casey was never home which was a bit ironic for a cleric of the hearth.

Two years.

Casey rubbed at his engagement ring absentmindedly as he entered the home under the glow of the rising sun.

The state of the house was actually worse than last night since he could actually see the dust this time.

“Am I working too much?” Casey rubbed his chin quizzically “No it’s the house that needs to clean itself. Yorrick? Good morning! Are you up?”

Only the creaking of the home settling answered him.

Casey frowned, sliding his bat into his hand while he quietly made his way towards the second floor landing. He left her in his old room upstairs but in reality she had run of the place since he slept in his office as usual.

The stairs groaned under his weight but the silence remained, thick and unbroken.

Casey gripped his weapon tightly when he reached the top. He paused, listening in case something was laying in wait.

Out of everything he was expecting to hear, the trill of a flute wasn’t one of them.

It chirped and squeaked but less like it was playing a song and more as if it was speaking.

Now that he was this close to his room he heard the muffled voice of Yorrick speaking to someone though only the flute responded.

“Are you still mad about that? I couldn’t take you yesterday.”

The flute trilled unhappily.

“I don’t care if you could take them on.” Yorrick snickered gently “You are a thousand years old!You need to act your age.”

A sharp note answered her.

Casey could hear Yorrick rising to her feet “Okay but after we’re done saving the world. Again. Did you notice it?”

A curious note played.

“Yeah. I don’t like it.”

The flute did not respond this time.Instead Yorrick’s footsteps grew louder until she opened the door and saw him standing there.

Casey caught sight of an odd shape ducking out of view as Yorrick hurriedly closed the door behind her.

“Hi!” she beamed brightly, giving a cheery wave with her free hand. The other held tight onto the walking staff, rusty lantern swinging lazily back and forth.

Casey gave a polite smile “Good morning. I yelled from the front door but I don’t think you heard me.”

“You did?” Yorrick frowned quizzically, trying to recall “Oh I didn’t hear you! Well, obviously.”

She chuckled joyfully and Casey nodded in agreement “I understand. You were probably still asleep huh?”

“No I was talking to a spirit.”

Yorrick’s tone was casual but her gaze was intense and focused. It was a bit unnerving but luckily this wasn’t the first time she’d done something like that.

He decided to be honest “I know, I heard.”

“Not worried I’m possessed or something like that?”

“Nope.” Casey replied “You’re the Gravekeeper of Souls. The name kinda tells me what to expect.”

Yorrick’s lips broke into a wide grin “Thank the lantern! You have no idea how much spirits spook people. I get people don’t like dealing with death and denial is a powerful tool but come on! If a spirit wanted to hurt you it would’ve done it by now. Oh! That reminds me! Kal! You can come on out now!”

Kal the spirit looked more like a floating pillowcase than the ghost of a person long past: Kal’s upper half was oval shaped with a wavy bottom. He couldn’t have been taller than two feet and he floated through the air effortlessly. Kal passed through the door like it wasn’t there and began circling Casey, clearly curious at his presence.

Kal made a questioning noise.

“Yep!” Yorrick answered eagerly “He’s the one Cassie was telling us about. You remember the nice lady? Casey here is going to help us take down whatever is disrupting the spiritual balance!”

She clapped excitedly though Kal’s only response was to bob up and down.

“Well I am more than happy to….” Casey paused, unsure he heard what he thought he did “Wait. Did you say Cassie?”

Yorrick nodded.

“Cassie? As in Cassiopeia?”

Another nod.

Casey gulped anxiously “As in Cassiopeia Remington?”

Yorrick pointed his way in confirmation “That’s her! She was telling me all about you last night! Like the time you tried to ride the dog like a horse and ended up getting that scar on your knee.”

The Gravekeeper’s face turned deathly serious for a moment “Why haven’t you cleaned the house Casey?”

“E-excuse me?” he could feel chills run down his spine.

“The house.” Yorrick repeated, her voice empty and distant “She wanted to know why her house is so dusty. She did not raise your mother to raise you to keep a dirty house.”

“I…”

Yorrick waved her hand in a panic “Those were her words, not mine! I was just repeating what she said!”

Casey paled as realization dawned on him. He’d always assumed his grandma passed on peacefully but if she was still here, still held here by some regret or sorrow or something he should’ve tried to get her to move on years ago….

“She’s not here.”

Casey snapped out of his stupor to find Yorrick staring intently at him.

“What?”

“She’s not here.” Yorrick repeated firmly with a soft, sympathetic tone “She did pass on.”

“How do you…?”

She grimly motioned to the lantern “Spirits are more complicated than that. Most people always assume souls are trapped in this reality because X, Y or Z but the truth is it’s a choice. It’s always a choice and just because people move on doesn’t mean they can’t come back for awhile. No different than traveling to another city for them.”

Casey’s face must’ve been dumbfounded because Yorrick gave a hearty laugh “Yeah there’s a lot to spirits but you’ll get the hang of it. Or you won’t! That’s okay too.”

“Yorrick….” guilt tugged at his heartstrings

“Okay.” Yorrick bit her lip thoughtfully “What is the best way to….Oh! Here touch this!”

Before he could react, she gripped his wrist and roughly placed his hand upon a nearby wall.

“Sorry.” Yorrick flinched and gave an apologetic smile “But here! Do you feel this?”

“Yes.” Casey nodded, unsure what he was supposed to feeling.

“And the air? How it fills your lungs? The dust tickling your nose?”

Casey winced guiltily “Oh lord, don’t remind me but yeah I do.”

Yorrick pulled away hurriedly, clearly caught up in her explanation “We use our senses to perceive the world around us. Sight, touch, sound, smell, taste if you’re weird. This is how we navigate life right?”

Casey gave a quick nod.

“Now how could you go through life if you didn’t have any of that?”

Casey’s face narrowed, scrunching as he tried to wrap his head around the question. He thought about it. He thought about for a good minute or so but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t figure a way to explain how could he live his life without relying on his senses.

“I...don’t know….” Casey truthfully spoke after a long pause.

“Exactly!” Yorrick cheerfully gestured to Kal “Spirits don’t have senses. They don’t even have bodily functions anymore! They exist in a reality we mortal beings just can’t understand.”

“Okay but what does this have to do with my grandma Cassie?”

“EVERYTHING!” Yorrick cheered.

Silence fell over the two.

Casey looked at Kal then to Yorrick then back to Kal again.

Yorrick blinked “Oh right. The actual point I’m trying to make.”

“Yes please.”

“Okay.” Yorrick scratched her chin absentmindedly “This feels good. Right. So spirits see the world differently than us. While we deal buildings and air and sky and cars and all that real stuff, they….don’t.”

“Right.” Casey agreed.

“For spirits it’s like being trapped in a fog. A fog that has loads of different shapes and colors but fog nevertheless. Since they don’t have bodies to react to the physical world they can get easily lost which is why they usually tethered themselves to something. Places, items, people.”

“A home perhaps?” Casey whispered as guilt ate at his stomach.

“No!” Casey jumped as Yorrick stomped her foot suddenly “None of that! Spirits are either tethered or, the other thing I was about to mentioned, untehtered. Oooo terminology!”

Casey made an uneasy face “So...grandma Casie is….”

“Unethered!” Yorrick bounced happily “When she died she moved from her mortal coil to the afterlife, which of course is the chosen state of existence a spirit has earned based their actions on Earth. She went peacefully so no beating yourself up.”

“Wait hang on. Then how did you talk to her? The lantern?” Casey was admittedly lost at all this.

Yorrick pursed her lips “Well. A little of A and a little of B. Yes the lantern allows me to speak to spirits, even those who have long since passed, but any powerful spirit medium, spiritualist or relic could do that. I still need to know her if I wanted to bring her back for a visit.”

“Things aren’t powerful because they are. Things are powerful because we make them so.” Yorrick touched the wall and ran her finger down it gingerly “This home, her home, her family’s home. It is so filled with love it’s a beacon to her. A lighthouse in the sea of fog that is the living world. Memory is too powerful a force to be bound by a single person. It takes people to make memories. Even when the people who made them aren’t around to share them anymore. Especially when they’re gone.”

She carefully wiped the dust off a nearby picture frame. Casey could fell his heart ache at the sight of him and Jaime, smiles frozen in time.

“Love.” Yorrick murmured quietly before she spoke louder with clarification “Well also hate. Intense emotions really. Unetethered find their way back through the fog via places or people that meant something to them. Good or bad. Us spirit folks are just connecting them from their world to ours for a little while. A telephone line basically. Because no one is really gone.”

Yorrick stared at the large, aged photo that hung in the center of the hall: A young couple, hands clasped tightly with one another as they shared a smile together. They stared, not at the camera, but deeply into each other’s eyes, love evident in every fiber of their being.

His grandparents on the day of their wedding.

She let out an adoring sigh “Not if we remember them.”

There was a peaceful moment that was quickly broken by a sudden clap from the Gravekeeper.

“And of course.” Yorrick went on without warning “Tethered spirits tie themselves down. Most of the time it’s something or someone important but it’s not unheard of for them to latch on whatever happens to be nearby. Hence the tethered part of the term. They use these tethers as ways to hold themselves in place so they don’t get swept up by the massive confusion of the physical world. Think anchors: Nice, consistent, unmovable against the tide but always have the chance to relocate.”

Casey scratched his chin curiously “oh that does feel good. So those tethered spirits, are they trapped here?”

Yorrick shook her head happily “Nope! They can choose to leave any time they wish. There’s loads of reasons spirits would stay beyond love and revenge. Some just aren’t ready to move on yet, others kind of forget to. Some, of course, are avoiding their punishment for the life they led cause they don’t get an option to come back. Heck I meet one who was just curious about how much a place could change in a hundred years.”

“So what do you do exactly as Gravekeeper?”

“Keep graves.” She answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Casey stared at her.

“Right broad blanket term and not at all helpful. Well my job is to check on the spirits.” “Time is irrelevant for the dead. What is one day, a decade, hundreds of years to them? All feels the same when you lack a body to worry about. Some souls are stuck in place because they have no idea how long it’s been. They usually start haunting people or places because of sudden changes most of the time.”

Casey nodded in understanding “That makes sense. If I had no sense of time and my surroundings suddenly changed completely, I’d be pretty disoriented and upset too.”

“Exactly.” Yorrick smiled for a second before it faded into a grim expression “Of course I also protect the souls. Souls are valuable to a lot of creatures and in all kinds of dark magic. Corruption, consumption, even using spirits as fuel for dark purposes is a very real thing in my line of work.”

Casey remembered Finn’s encounter in Litwick forest along the countless other dangerous situations the trio often found themselves in. His best friend’s general advice was to grant funeral rites to the departed and burn their corpses. He always said it was to protect both body and spirit and while Casey was more than happy to do it but it just occurred to him how important it really was.

Her blew a strand of her hair out of her face as she continued “So I check up on cemeteries and other meaningful locations. Help spirits pass on, force them to move on if they’re causing trouble.” she began to count off the rest of her duties on her hand “Cleansing tainted or corrupted places, pass messages along to the living, fight the odd demon or fae on occasion. Find a way to achieve harmony between the dead and living in the cases where there’s conflict between the two. Holy shit do I do a lot, I just realized that.”

“You’re clearly very capable at it.” Casey said with a hint of admiration.

Yorrick rose to full height, towering over the cleric while she shone with pride “I don’t want to brag and I won’t cuz I don’t have to.”

“Of course.” Casey took a deep breath in “Okay, what are we doing?”

She stared at him for a moment before realizing what he was asking “Oh! us. Umm. What are we doing?”

“The reason you’re here.” Casey offered helpfully.

“Oh right! The spirit-pocalypse I’m here to stop.” Yorrick chuckled “Sorry I’m not used to the living. Most people just stare at me with glazed over eyes. It’s a lot I know but thanks for following along!”

A peaceful silence overtook the two but Casey decided to wait patiently this time.

Yorrick smacked her head “Right right. I recommend we eat first, preferably on the way to the nearest cemetery.”

Casey nodded “Straight from the source right?”

Yorrick smiled wide.

“Well.” he scratched his chin thoughtfully “The nearest one is Hope’s Meadow in the middle of town. There’s a really good sandwich shop nearby we can get breakfast at.”

“There isn’t a cute girl there, right?”

Casey shot her a curious look. Her face was flushed with embarrassment.

“I went to a cafe for a drink yesterday.” Yorrick muttered shyly as she twiddled her fingers together “There was a really pretty girl named My-something. I didn’t pay attention, I got really nervous. I don’t think I can handle another cute girl today.”

Casey softened. He patted her arm gently “How about you let me do the ordering, okay?”

Yorrick nodded happily “Deal! Let me get my tombstone and we’ll be on our way!”

And as she disappeared beyond the door frame with an energetic hop, Casey couldn’t help but mutter to himself.

“Okay so she did say it her tombstone. I wasn’t just super tired and hearing things last night.”

[girlbossk]

finished the rising storm yesterday & forgot to do a final thoughts.

i do think we’re gonna have a jedi fall to the dark side in this series but i don’t think it’s gonna be elzar. they’re faking us out.

currently my favorite jedi is bell zettifar. i want to see more of burryaga, because the wookiee jedi are always very underutilized. i’m also looking forward to more reath & vern in out of the shadows.

ty yorrick my beloved

ok what The Fuck was up with saving loden & then just thanosing him at the end of the book

ember my beloved

something i didn’t mention at all during my liveblog but actually thought a lot about: tia toon is a hypocritical bastard. ok so like the republic has a very limited military & aren’t prepared for the nihil. fine. but then he goes on to say that spending money on the republic fair is bad because it doesn’t benefit any of the citizens of the republic who are suffering (just in their daily lives! not because of the nihil!) like buddy… neither does spending on the military

hate that there’s a character in this book named kitrep

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Title: A Song of Ice and Fire Summery: An ASOIAF!Zutaraa reincarnation au. Zuko and Katara are two lovers who have lived multiple lives in the world of Westeros, from a Dragonlord and a Rhoynish queen to that of Jon Snow and Daenerys Targaryen. Characters: Zuko, Katara, Mors Martell, Nymeria, Yorrick Yronwood, Rhaegar Targaryen, Lyanna Stark, Aerys II Targaryen, Robert Baratheon, Jon Snow, Daenerys Targaryen, Gregor Clegane, Jaime Lannister, Joffrey Baratheon, Cersei Lannister Realationships: Katara/Zuko, Mors Martell/Nymeria, Rhaegar Targaryen/Lyanna Stark, Jon Snow/Daenerys Targaryen Links: AO3 || ff.net

Introduction

Here lies the Prince—the Dragonlord’s son, Whom to death did succumb. But not before his heart was wed To his queen—the wolf, who shed— Bitter tears, for her betrothed, That she sought, through time untold. Until that day when life and life, Did unite, all through the strife, To slay the Night, and bring forth day, And on their heads, two crowns lay.

And like the veil of stars above, Two souls scattered, through time, their love. A thousand lives, a thousand times, O’er, and o’er they sang their hymn. Of ice and fire—that was their song, That, through time, brought forth the Dawn.

So, come now, prince of dragon’s flame, Whose heart the queen of wolves did tame. And rise, the sun—and rise, the moon, Cast your light where shadows loom.

The Dawn

First came the Wolf on the Rhoynish banks, Whom to this did owe her thanks. For ‘twas here where fire met ice, And here too where tide drowned vice.

She stood proud—that Rhoynish queen, Against the Dawn’s early gleam. And raised, she did, those waves so tall, As not to let her country fall.

Yet as she stood against the fire, Set forth by the Dragon’s ire, Did she catch the prince’s eye, Turning shouts to lover’s sighs.

Fire raged ‘round waters clear, Sun met moon, to drown out fear, Lovers danced, in smoke and mist— Never can love be remised.                                  

Until one day, oh Fate—so cruel, Saw it fit to end his rule. And so, she wept when his time came, Waves come to snuff out dragon’s flame.

But as his sight began to fade, Did he smile, and to her bade: “Cry not for me, my dearest Kat. We’ll meet again, I promise that. For now, my love, my life is done, But again, can rise, the sun.”

And so, she mourned—her prince, so brave, That whose life, for war, he gave. “We’ll meet again,” the wolf queen spoke, As embers turned to ash and smoke.

The Sun of Dorne

When next the queen did meet her king, Ten thousand ships, did she bring, To land upon those foreign shores— And to sink her weary oars.

And there upon the sandy banks, The Sun did rise, to give his thanks. And she—so proud, so fierce, so brave, Whose very stare could make men cave, Raised her head, and met his gaze, Sending dormant hearts ablaze.

And hand-in-hand, the Sun wed Spear— Stirring hearts with dread and fear, As sword met sword, met shield, met bow, And Sun and Spear swept through the throe.

Metal clashed, and metal clanged, As songs of war, through Dorne, they rang. And rose, the Sun, above them all, With Spear at hand, they stood so tall.

But, alas, all men must die, And again, cruel fate did pry Her beloved from her grasp— Again, he felt the Stranger’s rasp.

And as he fell, and as he bled, His queen, his wolf, to him, she said, “Oh, my beloved Sun of Dorne, For whom, these tears, do they mourn, I shall avenge your unkind death, And repay your butcher’s debt.”

And so, she marched, through bloodied field, Until King Yorrick knelt to yield. Until her vengeful hand came down, To sweep away King Yorrick’s crown.

Yet, as her sword arched through the air, A summer breeze danced through her hair, To stay her sword and warm her heart— Her Sun, her love, shall ne’er part His queen—who did shine through that day, And evermore the Sun held sway.

The Prince and the Rose

In this life, no Prince found peace— Nor did the Wolf find love’s release. Instead, a different tale was told— Of love, and death, and princes bold.

Thus, dragons came to untamed lands— A realm unforged, in seven hands. Spreading ash, and fire, and smoke, As armies, great, beneath them broke.

The Dragons rose—their wings spread wide. Nowhere else had kings to hide. Nowhere but the dragon’s path— Where they faced that dreadful wrath.

And thus, the Smith who now bore steel, Wrought his realm, and brought to heel�� Now, seven kingdoms forged as one— And hence from greatness madness sprung.

And from those loins of madness came, The prince of lilacs and of flame, To claim his queen—that winter rose, Whom, not by choice, a stag betrothed.      

And those eyes that burned like fire— Hot with lust, and fool’s desire, Were too blind to see that fate, Meant for Wolf and Prince to wait.

For had he known what price he’d pay, On her head, would he have laid, A crown that spurned, and tore apart, A realm once forged through dragon’s art?

And life is cruel—fate crueler still, When one seeks to bend its will. So, now a Wolf and Prince lie dead, No golden crowns upon their heads.

Nor to his House was glory brought— That which madness turned to rot. Nor did he take his father’s crown— That which sat on madd’ning brow.

And when at last he met his fate— As Robert sat in Rhaegar’s wake, Did he raise that shining steel— Thought “I’ll bring a storm to heel.”

But as they fought in Trident’s depths, Did the Stranger sentence death. Not to the Stag—but Dragon’s heir— As Robert struck with vengeful glare.

And as that fateful blow came down, To sweep away Prince Rhaegar’s crown, Blood like tears through steel was shed, And in the tide, again, he bled.

And she—whom he sought to wed, Scorched by flame, that rose, she bled. Petals singed and turned to smoke— With one last breath, a promise, spoke.

The Dragon and the Wolf

When that storm had finally passed— A usurped throne, Kingslayer sat.   And when the earth had ceased to shake— It left but corpses in its wake. 

Then, when the smoke had cleared, Leaving naught but blood, and tears, Did the Stag ascend his throne— And for a distant love, he mourned. 

From salt and smoke, hence were born, Two children of a world, forlorn.   And in that darkness, winter came— Watchers holding dying flame.

But in his heart, did hope burn bright— With sword, and shield—to guard the night. For, in that darkness, Others came— The dead play not the lion’s game.

And in her eyes, was held desire, To resurrect her rule—inspire, To cast away the slaver’s chain, And her father’s realm reclaim.

In Southron lands, kings choked on thorns, And for her cubs, a lioness mourned. Madness reigned, and heroes died— Man had nowhere else to hide. 

But, as prophecy foretold, And just as singers sang—so bold, Did ice and fire slay the Night— And put the realms of men to right.