#tw; passing out

[symphonicsoul]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ 𖤓 ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ He doesn't believe that he thought he would get out of the palace alone but the flare prince isn't surprised when he feels a present behind him and sure enough he is met with a set of two very large jade eyes looking at him with concern painted through their vision.

"Isoveli, where are you going?" The boy of white sounds as he starts to look around as if to see if the woman of the sapphire glow is anywhere to be seen - but yet it seems the Northern Lights are also missing.

"Shhhh." The elder prince starts. "Pikkuveli keep your voice down."

And the boy's brows raise as his shoulders slump and he feels a hand reaching out to take him by the wrist and pull.

"There's a light show going on at festival square." He says in a hushed voice. "Now do you want to go see it or not?"

"You know we're not supposed to - "

"Pilvi do I look like I give a damn about what we are and aren't supposed to do?"

The younger is shaking his head at his brother's words as he sighs.

"Alright then. So we leave now before Revon and Safiirin figure out where we are and we'll be back before it gets too dark and no one will ever know."

"But how do we get there? We can't just go out as we are. We stand out like - " And a brownish colored cloak is being tossed to the younger prince as the elder rolls his eyes near all the way to the back of his head.

"- Put that on. We can't wear our own cloaks. They're too bright and you'll stand out like a beacon. Keep your head covered."

They shouldn't be up to this at their ages but it seems some things never change. The young does as he's told, slipping the brown fabric over his shoulders and bringing the hood up over his head to hide the snow colored locks that frame his face as the elder looks him over bringing up his own hood.

"I borrowed them from some of the palace workers and we'll give them back when we get back. Now let's g-"

"-I can't leave without my sword. Mother and Father said I have to bring it every where."

"And where is it?"

"In my room."

"Well it can stay there. There's no way you're bringing the Holy Blade into town and having us not get caught."

There is an uneasy look on the face of the younger, but still he follows anyway. He follows as he always has as they make their ways through the palace halls, and to the closest room with a balcony so the two of them can fly down the city square and the crowd that is filling it is thick and loud.

The elder finds himself taking his brother by the hand and pulling to get them through the crowd as quickly as possible. Festival square isn't that much farther but he feels Pilvi's hand release his own and as he turns around to scold him, a fiery gaze watches in horror as all color leaves his brother's face in an instant and suddenly he's crashing to the ground in a heap.

"Pikkuveli!"

There is no attempt to keep his voice down or curb his tone. This was... this was a bad idea. They couldn't even make it to the square before Pilvi was collapsing like he did just last year. Last Year....

And his mind is filled with panic in an instant. Hands on the unconscious form of white, shaking him as he practically begs his brother to wake up.

"Wake up, Pilv'. Wake up. Pilv' don't do this to me, it isn't funny."

But the younger doesn't budge and he's growing paler by the second. His breathing is slow in that eerie sort of what that he had last year directly after the ritual and they thought he ...

"No no no no no, do not do this to me again."

Is this a side effect of the ritual? Is this a side effect of the Celestial Mother's power? Pilvi never used to collapse like this. They used to be able to make it so much further in town before they got caught - and it's taking everything in him not to scream in frustration as feels all the eyes around them and staring at them.

"Wait - isn't that? That's Prince Usva and - that's Prince Pilvi!!"

Vittu. He doesn't have time for this. He can't let anyone get close to -

He can feel himself panicking as he works to gather his sibling up into his arms and he thanks the skies above that still to this day Pilvi weighs next to nothing. For being fourteen - he better. He's got weight to him but it's nothing he can't handle. He just has to get himself to stop shaking.

It makes him wonder if anyone has even noticed they're gone yet or - Don't think about it Usva, just fly. As fast as you can. Just get him back to someone. Anyone.

Father is probably working. Mother will lose her mind. Revon is probably still looking for Pilvi so that means he'll be hard to find - he doesn't care about formalities at this point. He's flying through the palace halls as quickly as he can to come crashing into the same room he spends the beginning of every day in.

"Setä Sinfonia!!" He yells practically throwing the words out of his chest in a panic. A title he hasn't uttered in over a decade but he doesn't care right now. Pilvi doesn't have time for him to care.

He watches as the man jerks upright, drops the pen in his hand and turns in urgency, as if a different part of him was brought back from the dead at the sound of such a form of address.

"Usva what - Pilvi!! Put him on the couch. What happened?! Wait - why are you - Did you sneak out AGAIN?!"

"I'm sorry! We wanted to see the light show! I was going to go alone but Pilvi caught me so, of course I took him with me, and we were in the crowd and then he let go of my hand and when I turned around he collapsed. He won't wake up. It's like the ritual all over again. I can't get him to wake up. Do something."

There's tears in the corners of his eyes as he practically pleads with his uncle to act and the man is doing his best to hold himself together as he nods that he's listened. The only thing the flare prince can do is take the hand of that of the cloud as he sets on the floor next to the couch so he doesn't have to leave his side.

"Stay with Pilvi and get those cloaks off. Your Father will have your hides if he knows you snuck out again. I'll be back. Pilvi will be okay Usva. Breathe. Breathe for me and stay with him. I'll get help."

He doesn't know if he's ever seen the musician take off so fast before but he's gone in a blur of brown and orange before much else can be said.

_

He can't go to Liekki in this situation and Palo won't give him the time of day. Helakan is - on the other side of the fucking palace.... so is Ametisti and Mother isn't going to help much. Taivas is with - Helakan as he should be.

Hopefully he hasn't left yet and he's throwing the door to his classroom open in a blind panic, heaving to catch his breath as he locks eyes on the other musician with the complexion draining out of his face more and more with every passing second.

"WAIT."

He sounds in urgency. "You can't go home. I need your help. I can't find Revon. I need someone! Anyone! Pilvi collapsed."

||| @aquaticsoul - He's... frantic... and terrified.

[dem0nyo]

☆ six hairstyles!!!!1! (no idea what to title this) ☆

a bit random, but i guess the common theme here is micro bangs. suitable for your vampires and darkly-inclined simmies (or whoever really). most of these were wips from last year and the way i make hairs has changed a bit since, but thought i'd still share them.

unedited CAS screenshots and more info under the cut.

BGC

feminine frame

24 EA swatches + 17 extras

teen-elder

hat compatible

all LODS, all maps

TOU

✧‧₊˚ DOWNLOAD: Patreon (FREE) | SFS ‧₊˚✧

thank you so much for the support <3 if there are any issues, please lmk

still not sure if i like render previews so i included CAS pics anyway. renders are nice looking but they don’t accurately preview how CC looks in-game and they can take a long time, at least on my PC still running on 2017 hardware. my GPU is decent but everything else, not so much. anyway...

Maila 🦇 (7377 polys)

named after Maila Nurmi aka Vampira, this is a Chelsea cut with v-shaped bangs and pigtails. this was actually a request i did last year based on someone's OC. idk if they have a Tumblr, but shoutout to them anyway <3

Rosario 📿 (16625 polys)

another older one. i'm thinking about making this unisex but i'm so dejected rn i don't feel like opening Blender for a bit (someday tho). it's not locked to fem frames but it will clip with the neck when put on masc frames.

Odette ⚰ (15485 polys)

based on this one hairstyle i saw on Pinterest, i can't find it for some reason even though i made this fairly recently.

Lucinda ☀ (19814 polys)

wavy jellyfish cut, this is the most recent one i made. it’s for an OC of mine and it's probably my favorite out of all these. maybe.

Yesenia 🕷 (10869 polys)

just a little edit of the L&D updo, nothing too special. made this when the pack just came out. i could’ve done more with it and added more strands because i like to suffer but it’s fine.

Valentina 🖤 (17332 polys)

idk honestly. this was meant to be for personal use but i thought it was cute enough to share.

[maxanor]

SEVERANCE | Season 2, Episode 10, “Cold Harbor”

[symphonicsoul]

·:¨༺ ✩★✩ ༻¨:·. There is a voice echoing in the halls and he recognizes it as Pilvi's small human but there is a concern in his voice that is unsettling. Revon has left, and Sielu is with Valo at his last count. So he's moving a little quicker through the halls to get to him only for his gaze to fill up with the sight of Pilvi's small human and an even smaller one yet. He says he found Ed, the kid, he calls and it must have been the boy that Pilvi had mentioned looking for in the past.

The child looks confused and alone and a total mess. He's dirty and his hair is tangled and he looks like it's been some time since he ate properly. It's good they found him. The man of pink is adjusting his glasses as he approaches and looks to the pair with raised brows.

"Ah - tervetuloa takaisin - this is - the boy that Pilvi was looking for? But - where's Pilvi?"

⋯✧・♪♫♪・✧⋯ He doesn't remember Pilvi being this heavy but he also has to carry the boy and the Maken. He knows better than to leave it behind because even if it wasn't The Holy Blade, the image of Usva bringing Pilvi into his classroom in a panicked fit will never leave his mind. He remembers the feeling of his blood running cold at the sight of it.

He can remember his brother laying this boy down on his couch in such a cold and lifeless state which was the exact opposite of the babbling man that was resting against his back with his arms over his shoulders.

"Chu think we can take a nap when we get home?" The man of white sounds. "Opettaja is going to be so happy to see you. He's going to cry so much. But I mean he'll happy cry. He already cries so much. He's been so sad. I try to cheer him up but nothing works but he's seen bad stuff and I don't know how to make it not scary for him."

And all he can do is nod as he continues to walk. It's all he's been able to do for however many years he's been stuck in this hell. That's been the only option left avaliable to him. To just keep walking. Walking, running or sliding out of the way of danger. He's seen villages completely destroyed by monsters. He's watched supporters of a strange place called Gaudium burn towns to the ground for speaking out against someone they called the Earl and in the process of all this - he's gained more than his fair share of blood on his hands.

He couldn't stand by and watch these people die when they did nothing wrong but more over when he saw those posters go up on every building and job board within the whole of this place- something about Gaudium officials looking for Pilvi and the Black Wind and if they were looking for Pilvi then they could probably give him more information about just why they would do such a thing.

He can't say he's proud of how many men he's tortured, but if it got him the information he needed to find his family then he'd do whatever it took. If these fuckers were willing to burn towns down to the ground then he couldn't take the chance on what they would do to his nephew. He couldn't risk Pilvi just to spare himself stains on his own soul. So he'd stain himself red if that was what it took to spare that boy any sort of agony.

"Setä I love you so much. I'm so happy you're here. I missed you so much." And he can feel the boy rubbing his horns against the back of his head as he continues to walk. He's jostling the body of white around a little to redistribute his weight against his back but he really doesn't remember Pilvi being this heavy and every step has his legs feeling like lead.

"I love you too, Wisp but I need you to be quiet okei? Can you do that for me? Can you play a game of quiet?"

"I don't want to play any games right now. I want to purr on you."

And his heart shatters to pieces at his nephew's words even if the boy isn't even coherent enough to understand what he just said. The prince is leaning forward to loosely sling his arms over the elder's shoulders as he tries to press himself to his Uncle as closely as possible before he starts purring loudly.

He can drown himself in his thoughts with this. This is fine. This is familiar. This is torture. He doesn't have the time to talk to Helakan right now, even if he can see him hovering just out of the corner of his eye.

I'm keeping my promise dammit, so you don't need to come pester me right now, Isoveli.

All he can do is walk. He can't listen to Pilvi. He can't break focus. He can't pay attention to how hungry he is and he can't focus on how dry his throat is. He's starving and he can't remember the last time he had a proper meal. He's been living off scraps for weeks and whatever else he could get his hands on. The rewards from the bounties weren't enough to keep a proper meal in his belly and sugar - he couldn't remember - he's positive the only reason he has the strength for this right now is born of his pure stubbornness.

It's the only reason he's still here.

He promised his brother he would watch over his boys if anything happened to him so by Tiamat's grace he would be the best kummisetä he could be and he promised Sielu he would be right behind him. He might be who knows how many years late but that loser has all rights to sock him one when they get there. He couldn't stop. He couldn't stop walking for any reason no matter what.

He was so close. So close to -

There is green in his vision. Green and deep blue and it can't be. His eyes are playing tricks on him again. That green is running - no - flying his direction.

"Sinfonia!!!!"

A shiver rushes down his spine at the sound of his own name. A voice so familiar he'd forgotten what it sounded like in all these years.

"Sinfonia!! My Liege!!"

He's closing in on them, and crossing the space between himself and the other body he doesn't recognize right now as his eyes start to blur out.

"Vi!! Vi!! Vii!!!" Pilvi is making a fuss on his back again as the arms slung over his shoulders start to reach for the incoming mass of blue and green.

"Revon I swear to fuck you better be real."

He stumbles just as the knight reaches them only to catch them both and stop them from tumbling to the ground. And he's being brought up to shaking legs only to see the sight of a giant of a man with deep red hair - dressed in black - the Windarian, come to stand at their sides.

He growls on instinct at the sight of him taking a step back only to stumble again.

"Why's a Windarian here and -" He's growling deeper, letting whatever mist that still exists in his lung flow out from behind his teeth when Bahamut's bastard dares take a step closer to him.

"Give me White Cloud." He sounds in a low booming sort of voice that doesn't bring him any sort of comfort but it only causes the smallest man of the group to back away entirely.

"Don't fucking touch him." The Silencer hisses while his grip tenses. He'll surrender him to Revon but no one else and especially not this beas-

Revon doesn't have time to explain as he watches orange eyes haze over and nearly roll all the way back into the musician's head as the younger collapses to the ground. Again, it's all he can do to catch both of them and he's sighing as he sorts out the mess. He doesn't have the strength to carry them both with his still healing injuries.

"Can you - "

"Give me White Cloud."

He doesn't like the idea of letting the other man carry his Liege but the boy seems to only curl up into the gunman's hold as he finds himself in a quick slumber. He hasn't seen the man do anything wretched the prince and he's right here if he decides to get smart.

So the knight is gathering the only other member of royal blood up into his own arms so they can start their trek back to the Comodeen.

The Aurorean sighs looking down at the mess of a man in passed out in his arms now.

"Sleep now Sinfonia, we'll handle it now. You did more than enough."

He sighs when Ed tenses next to him.

Not the best analogy for the situation, but there's unfortunately not much time to dwell. Even if Kaze's already on it, the others need to know.

Not that Pilvi can't handle himself, of course, but... well. Wonderland is Wonderland.

The walk back to the Comodeen is a short one, made in relative silence other than the dirt that crunches underfoot and the occasional sound of some creature. He's greeted and let in just as fast, but instead of a happy welcome, he's practically dragging himself through the mud and chewing on his bottom lip.

"Here we are. The Comodeen."

The knife sinks into her shoulder before a gloved hand grabs hold of her neck in the same instance. Its heat makes her shake in his grasp as it spreads down her arm and up her spine, breaths coming out in sharp, angry hisses.

What a brat. She doesn't listen to what he says, doesn't pay attention. Why should she when she could plan how to make him pay? Him and her little bird.

She'll have them all someday and there won't be a damn thing they can do about it.

She just needs to wait.

"Hello?" he calls, voice carrying down the hallway where the others' rooms are.

Sielu will be hard to lure out, but Aamunkoitto might come. It won't be easy to tell either of them.

"I'm back... We found Ed - the kid - and I have to tell you guys something. And then maybe make him a space."

[howlsnteeth]

24/05/2020

[direpunk]

brian piece based on how getting my braces off felt when i was 14

(close up + unedited ver. below)

[elsecrytt]

okay but jjk somnophilia is like

gojo "please please pleaaaaase let me put it in while you're sleeping PLEASE i swear i'll make you cum i proooomise please let's try it once pleeaaase. YOU can put it in ME whenever you want!!! any time any place anything you want in any of my holes!! wake me up with it!! it'll be soooo hot" satoru

vs

nanami "i have kink charts for both of us and they have sliding scales and notes section for each one. we can mark hard boundaries for what state of consciousness we want for ourselves or our partners, giving or receiving, what sex acts, etc. we'll set up a safe word and a safe gesture and then we can start trying things out" kento

vs

geto "sorry i fell asleep while eating you out, it will happen again. no, i won't stop eating you out when i fall unconscious. just tear me off your pussy if you don't like it" suguru

[0fps]

VICTORIA HOUSEKEEPING CO. ❖ VON LYCAON

We have obtained the item you requested. But, it seems this area requires further cleaning.

[lilbitosunny]

I still have need of you.

Lore, notes, textless version of the last page and close-ups under the cut

Anyways- Lore dump of how this Lamb went out and her thoughts/behavior during the decapitation. Decided to make her angry and fight back against the bishops even to her slaughter

My art peaked with that final page, btw- Here's a no text version and some close-ups!

[sucredemar]

great minds collide (concussion)

(UPDATE: I have been informed that glass being a liquid is a myth, never trust your ceramic teacher)

[symphonicsoul]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ He doesn't know where this place is but it has to be hell. Then again hell couldn't be anything to what he just experienced. Wherever this place was it wasn't Misterica and honestly after watching islands fall from the skies themselves he doesn't know if Misterica is still there to go back to in the first place. So now he needs to figure out where he is and what's going on, but he tired and he's hungry and he's hot.

He doesn't even know if there is anything to eat in this place because even if his nose is trying to pick up the scent of sugar, it's failing to complete the assignment. So the only thing the Misterican can do is investigate. Investigate until the hunger becomes too much and he finds himself licking parched lips behind a metal mask far too often.

Investigate until the lacking smell of sugar in the air starts to drive him a little mad. The heat could be boiling his brain he thinks as he sees his vision blur out and double in the same moment. He's so...tired and it is against his will when he starts to see the horizon tip and the trees become the sky. He hits the ground hard without warning leaving the little prince unconscious on the forest floor.

What is he supposed to do if someone finds a him? Hopefully @tearsoftherainbow is nice.

[symphonicsoul]

·:¨༺ ✩★✩ ༻¨:·. What is he supposed to say to words like that? Sielu is shoving various amounts of jewelry in his hand including a small box now containing two soul binds. Sielu says not to feel bad about the choices they didn't make and that they need to run. For the first time in months the man of the waves finds the spirit that has been buried down deep within him and tells the two of them to run and to leave him and Revon behind.

He can't be serious but he's already turning away from them and he's already making himself planted down in the middle of a battlefield.

"Aqua Sielu you don't seriously expect us to run?!" The dawn howls as he feels the arms of his best friend tighten around him. Valo needs help to stand so the only thing he can do is shove the assorted pieces of jewelry he was given into the pocket of his jacket so he can swing his other arm around to help support the withering historian. The man of orange is struggling to keep himself awake even in such a situation.

Even when adrenaline should be coursing through his veins.

"Valo?" His attention switches entirely only to see mint eyes struggling to focus. "Valo?" There's more urgency in his voice now as he jostles the man a little to get him a better chance at standing a bit straighter.

"Tähtien!"

The desperation in his voice is made plain when his companion does not answer only gives him a half dazed look and leans into his hold. The dawn fails to think as the panic sets in and the world around them starts to fade away. Well it would if the sounds of growls and spears weren't so hard to tune out.

"Tähtien!"

Still the historian does not comply and the pink eyes are looking back desperately toward blue as the taller man slowly lowers his best friend to the ground.

"Sielu! Sielu come here, I need help! Please! Tähtien, isn't responding. Dammit Tähtien Valo, don't you die on me. Not here. Not now."

But there's no time to focus on the situation building between the star and the dawn. Not when that monster is charging again and tentacles are swinging towards the knight's spear. Not when the Knight manages to block somehow only for a tentacle to swing back around and smash him directly into the side.

He screams. The barbs have cut their way through his armor and he can feel them dig into him before they rip themselves backwards for another strike. It's all he can do to keep himself upright despite the fatigue and the hunger. Despite the thirst and the pain. His side is screaming in agony and he can feel the warm sensation of blood spilling out from the now exposed wound.

Why isn't his Mist working? It doesn't seem phased or confused.

The Aurorean is dragging himself back to his feet with spear in hand. He needs to turn this around or they die trying. Sielu won't leave him and he can't make him now. Aamunkoitto is panicking. Something is wrong with Valo... so it seems the four of them are going out this way together unless some sort of miracle rains down from the skies.

Lady Tiamat herself, Sielu says but he's known in his heart that possibility has long since passed. Even if Pilvi survived their goddess fell from the sky before his very eyes. He can only imagine that she sacrificed herself for her vessel.

Tired but trained hands are working to path incoming attacks from one side to the next and keep them from crashing into his form again. He can't take another blow. So he's drawing his own mask again only to swing his spear backwards as he spins it in a full circle before swinging it forward once again in a straight line.

The green cloud around them lights to life - glowing in it's own right as it swirls to send blades of wind rushing towards his foe. He has to damage it with this. He has to damage it at least a little. Something to slow it down so they all can get away -

Not one of them listened. Not one of them would just abandon him like he asked.

He just needs to keep pushing forward. He just need to keep fighting so they can - a tentacle swings forward and the knight takes the blow square to the stomach sending him flying backwards until he crashes into a tree. The trunk breaks on impact from the force of the blow. Blood splatters on the ground below as the sound of gasping wet coughs fill the space.

What is he supposed to do? His magic didn't touch it. His Mist doesn't effect it. He's too tired to fight. He's too hungry to think. He can barely produce enough mist to make a cloud with any real sort of color.

His body falls towards the ground and he feels it. That black tentacle coming to circle around his throat before he can strike down. He's stuck there hanging and gasping for air. The emerald storm falls from his grip to unceremoniously take a place on the ground where his body should have landed if not for this brutal intervention. He can't go out like this.

They can't go out like this.

None of them stand a chance against this monster. It will tear them apart if it's done this to him. He doesn't want them to die. He doesn't want them to die like this but all he can do right now is grip and pull at the appendage slowly crushing his windpipe.

Sielu is right. They're all going to die right here. They're all going to -

There is too much to process at once as he hits the ground. A blinding flash of light and the booming sound of thunder that echoes out for miles all around them. Trees crack and crumble to the ground as the beast cries out. Dirt and dust from the forest floor kicking up into the air to create a thick cloud of brown.

It is a pained howl that is coming out from within the fog and the man of toxins can only stare in dazed confusion as one hand reaches to press against his throat and the other looks for his fallen spear. He's beyond lightheaded so ruby pink eyes can only squint into the cloud to try to decipher what exactly is happening. He hears nothing but pained cries and two heartbeats.

The rest is a ghostly silence.

But then the temperature starts drop as a Mist begins to flood from the place before him twisting through the trees and covering the forest floor in a thick blanket. Before any of them know what's happened everything around them has run White.

Juosta.

Run.

It's an order to run from this place but running... there are problems with that.

The first is that he promised Revon whatever time he had left.

The second is that he can't run.

He already feels like he's spinning just from the sole action of being upright, so running is out of the question unless he's being carried... and Aamunkoitto cannot carry him and Valo at the same time.

Sielu would never ask for the dawn to leave Valo behind. Some people just aren't supposed to be separated.

He manages to tear his eyes away from the fight long enough to look at the others. Their expressions are just as familiar as the order. He remembers.

He doesn't want to remember, but his mind still shows him a glimpse of two figures of aqua and violet where pale orange and pink should be instead.

Two figures, huddled together -

They fade back to normal as Aamunkoitto's other arm wraps around him. He never told any of his companions much of what happened. He didn't want to complain too much.

Certainly, he didn't explain what became of Sinfonia. He didn't explain that the composer had told him and his twin to run, he didn't explain how they'd gotten away or how they both knew -

I think he already felt like he lost everything with Usva.

I would've loved him. I don't get it. We would've loved him!

It's only now he understands. Finally, after all these years, he gets both sides of the equation. He understands fully the desperation in mint and pink eyes - at one time blue and purple - and he understands fully that feeling of just enough otherness to know the desperate pair will be alright given time.

A sad smile tugs at his features, mostly obscured by metal save for the fact that this time it actually reaches his eyes.

Tightly do his own arms offer a squeeze to Aamunkoitto. Desperately does he try to memorize the other, every detail of the hold of this man in the few seconds he allows for himself to do so.

"Revon is right," he says as he pulls himself away. "Revon is right, but I can't run with you and I can't... risk you losing each other, so..."

Pale, trembling fingers work to undo the clasps of the necklaces he wears and push them into Aamunkoitto's now-free hand. The third necklace he keeps in his pocket is being tucked into the mathematician's.

Hesitation only comes at removing his own, but he can't risk it being lost. All he can hope for is that this action is not breaking his Oath, because his intention - well, he's never wavered. He places the earring into the little box he's kept hidden in his other pocket for so long.

Aqua and violet studs, side by side and mixed with white. It takes everything not to linger for too long and instead close the box to put into Aamunkoitto's pocket as well. Only a few seconds to hand over all he has left, yet it felt... longer, somehow.

How can fifty-three years go by in a moment?

"Rakastan sinua niin paljon. Pitäkää huolta toisistanne. Anna ne Pilvi. Kerro hänelle, että rakastimme häntä. Älä vihaa itseäsi valintojen takia, joita et ole tehnyt. Jousta."

And then he turns. And then, with the only confidence he's held in a decade, he tells Revon,

"No."

Only a mere second after that does the beast send Revon crashing backwards.

Sielu may be powerless against this. He may be unable to fight and unable to run.

But... he has a gift. He has a gift given to him by the lights and the dawn and the star themselves. He has one thing left and it is precious.

He has choice.

And his choice is not leaving the man to die alone. If he has to die, Sielu cannot and will not let it be alone.

Revon does not deserve dying alone.

"I promised you the rest of my time, Revon, so either we both die here, Tiamat herself descends from the heavens, or you turn the fight around, got it?"

Another swing from the beast, this time with both tentacles towards the spear, and Sielu forces himself not to look away. As much as he doesn't want to see the man's end, he must stick to the promise he made and that promise includes his attention.

Even if it's got tears rolling. Even if the image is blurry. Even if he feels sick. He sits down. He doesn't look away. He won't. He can't.

[maxanor]

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON (2022–) Season 2, Episode 4, “The Red Dragon and the Gold”

[pixlokita]

I was crying from pain at the emergency room and the nurses were bitching about me not dying so they couldn’t help right away even if I kept passing out and had been there for a long time, this sweet old Russian lady who was also admitted since earlier stood up and walked next to me and kept comforting me and asking how I was holding up, she kept checking in on me and being so sweet and going around asking if everyone was doing ok or just distracting family members of patients with nice conversations. She called out the doctors and nurses for not caring, she sat next to me and kept making sure I was ok and then gave me her phone number when she got discharged so I’d follow up with her. Honestly my day coulda been hell today but this one lady made it so bearable it’s not going to be remembered as a bad horrible traumatizing time, I got to meet an actual angel and I’m so happy about it.

[gothra]

I’ll never forget when I was arguing with a person in favor of total prison abolition and I asked them “what about violent offenders?” And they said “Well, in a world where prisons have been abolished, we’ll have leveled the playing field and everyone will have their basic needs met, and crime won’t be as much of an issue.” And then I was like “okay. But…no. Because rich people also rape and murder, so it isn’t just a poor person thing. So what will we do about that?” And I don’t think they answered me after that. I’m ashamed to say I continued to think that the problem was that I simply didn’t understand prison abolitionists enough and that their point was right in front of me, and it would click once I finally let myself understand it. It took me a long time to realize that if something is going to make sense, it needs to make sense. If you want to turn theory into Praxis (I’m using that word right don’t correct me I’ll vomit) everyone needs to be on board, which mean it all needs to click and it needs to click fast and fucking clear. You need to turn a complex idea into something both digestible and flexible enough to be expanded upon. Every time I ask a prison abolitionist what they actually intend to do about violent crime, I get directed to a summer reading list and a BreadTuber. It’s like a sleight-of-hand trick. Where’s the answer to my question. There it is. No wait, there it is. It’s under this cup. No it isn’t. “There’s theory that can explain this better than I can.” As if most theory isn’t just a collection of essays meant to be absorbed and discussed by academics, not the average skeptic. “Read this book.” And the book won’t even answer the question. The book tells you to go ask someone else. “Oh, watch this so-and-so, she totally explains it better than me.” Why can’t you explain it at all? Why did you even bring it up if you were going to point me to someone else to give me the basics that you should probably already know? Maybe I’m just one of those crazy people who thinks that some people need to be kept away from the public for everyone’s good. Maybe that just makes me insane. Maybe not believing that pervasive systemic misogyny could be solved with a UBI and a prayer circle makes me a bad guy. But it’s not like women’s safety is a priority anyway. It’s not like there is an objective claim to be made that re-releasing violent offenders or simply not locking them up is deadly.

[satoblue]

satoru is horrified when his kiddos start using the locks on their doors — he acts like he’s dying. disrupting their peace, panicked as he rattles the doorknobs, asking if they are alright— if they are alive. you both decided to install it for a reason (for them to use it for privacy obviously however long they need), but he can’t help being dramatic about it bc it is too soon (they are teenagers)