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anyway personal headcanon that the physical wounds of self-eating don't become obvious until/unless you stop, making it a cycle/habit that is more torturous to end the longer it has gone on

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I wake up every day to an equation I wrote fifteen years ago, from which there’s only one conclusion: I’m damned for what I do.

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Actually no, I have more to say about this. Because while yeah, it would have been super fun (I made my mind a sunless place—I burn my decency for someone else’s future, I burn my life to make a sunrise that I know I’ll never see, like come on), I think it's actually going to be important that Karim was the kind of character he was, rather than anything else.

Like really, sun imagery aside, Luthen's monologue is describing much more of a Viren thing—he's the fixer who gets his hands so dirty that he will never have what he has done for everyone acknowledged, much less receive any glory for it, and may or may not be a little bitter about that. Karim, on the other hand, isn't a rebel or an antihero—he doesn't even think of himself as such. His cause isn't even sympathetic after s4, because he's not fighting for actual people, anymore. He doesn't even tell himself that he's fighting for people. He's fighting to restore the Sunfire Empire, not because that will make people's—his people's, his subjects—lives better, but because that is the divinely ordained natural order of which he is meant to be the pinnacle. He's a crusader.

That's not a type of character we otherwise have in the story, but it's an important one, because it's a neat little self-contained window into what Aaravos thinks he's punishing. The arrogance of dragons and elves—the gods, guardians, and servants of the grand celestial design, which itself does not serve or even care about the people on which it is imposed. Karim is very specifically a look at the Celestial Order as it was intended to operate.

AU where Karim attained enough self-awareness that I could make an edit with him around Luthen Rael's "I have made my mind a sunless space" monologue from Andor

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Arrested for Rayllum crimes

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AU where Karim attained enough self-awareness that I could make an edit with him around Luthen Rael's "I have made my mind a sunless space" monologue from Andor

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She thinks she's imagining it, at first.

The hole in her that has widened with every loss feels like it's been torn open to the whole sky by Aaravos's absence. When the merciless sun is finally driven below the horizon, she screams her grief and hate to the uncaring stars. It's only when she collapses, voiceless and exhausted, that she sees it.

A shadow, like those that came from the In-Between at Aaravos's call. Folded wings and spindly limbs and wide, vacant eyes.

It's one of the old spells, Aaravos had whispered to her on the beach, growing more and more distant, named for its key ingredient. Infantis sanguine. The blood of one's child.

Don't be afraid. Her head turned to the strange, empty creature that had guided them so far. This is its true purpose. It was grown from your father's blood, just like you.

Her hand closes around the dragon scale, but the little shadow-creature only cocks its head, chittering happily. She watches it, perplexed and wary, until the coming dawn chases it away. By the time night falls again, she has almost convinced herself it was a dream.

It comes back. She leaves.

She doesn't run from it, but she needs to keep moving. It dogs her steps all night. Every night. When she's reasonably sure it won't kill her in her sleep and switches her travel to daytime, each sunset still finds it at her side.

It's comforting, in a way. Something about having it near soothes the raw, bloody edges of the emptiness inside her. When it vanishes in the harsh, hideously sunlit world of day, she's wracked with hollow, shuddering chills.

Some part of her hasn't truly felt warm since the beach, when her hands seemed to stiffen and freeze around the knife even as hot blood sluiced over them. Even when fire and death boiled in her chest and flared, raging, from her throat, some part of her cried out in cold darkness.

Sad. Afraid. Alone.

It looks at her, black eyes wide and mirror-like.

It's impossible. True purpose or not, the creature's death must have left a scar that anchors it in the In-Between. Any connection between her and it is meaningless—residual effects from the ritual, at most.

She's imagining it, that's all. The shadow curls a thin, elongated hand around hers.

She's imagining it.

Sir Sparklepuff + Claudia

Unfinished Business

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we will fight to destroy and to vanquish the name of the scion of the kingdom and unleash the celestial flame

yes this is a very goofy edit, BUT just this once you really should click the link and watch the music video because it's a fucking bop

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You may like that guy but I like him in a worse and more perverted way than you

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To be fair, you have to have a very high IQ to understand Soren

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Choice. The problem... is choice.

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me: oh, oof

me, remembering the random piece of trivia that in TDP: Xadia, Viren and Amaya both had a chance of saying “tastes like home” when consuming a jelly tart, one of very few shared voice lines in the game: OH, OOF

Viren / Amaya

I’m Still Me

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you should come within biting range. no reason

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graves and graveyards

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Ibis / Archmage Akiyu

An Axe To Grind

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While you were busy being heterosexual, I studied Thunder