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yiou can only reblog this post on july 17th dont reblog it on any other day or you will be boiled

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New load of Cradle memes bc I finished Dreadgod.

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Initial rambling thoughts on The Pilot:

(Spoilers for The Last Horizon Book 4)

Loved the ending! I like that Will feels confident enough in his series to end on a pretty bleak note for a mid series book. I love me some pain and tragedy even if I’m pretty sure they aren’t perma-killing Omega. The payoff of the repetition of Varic being the “greatest MORTAL spellcaster” was very fun. World spirits being the villains was a great twist that I admit I didn’t see coming!

I really enjoyed how Will is able to portray an information war without getting too bogged down in it. The plot seemed like it kept moving at a decent clip from start to end, while maintaining a sense of intrigue!

This book also did something I think was sorely needed. Reinforced the scope of the setting. The last book really left me feeling like the Fathom galaxy wasn’t all that large. Only a few planets of note. Wizards are slinging spells at interstellar distances. This book made me feel like the galaxy was a big enough place that a mysterious shadow government really could go undetected for centuries.

Not the biggest fan of Aila. Not so much for what she is, but for what she isn’t. I really wanted to see Omega get fleshed out here. And while we got some of that it felt like half of that got offloaded onto his daughter at the expense of us not learning more about her other than she’s “Less insane Omega”. She’s 100% justified in her campaign of spite and bitterness against her father, I just wish I heard more from her about it!

I also don’t know how I feel about recycling the Iron Legion as a threat this early in the series. I’m assuming we’re building up to a climactic final showdown of some kind with all the bad guys of the series facing down our hero’s, but this still feels too early to me.

I did quite enjoy the moments of Omega development that we got. I can be a grown up and admit that Raion hugging him made me cry, though again, I wish we had gotten a bit more from him. I feel like we had to spend so much time in this book getting his backstory that we didn’t get as much of a chance to really dig into his character. And now he’s dead, at least for now. Sad.

I have a few ideas for how this “encroaching extradimensional threat” is going to resolve. My running theory is that instead of being the Vroshir battle from Cradle book 10, this is an unrelated incident (and an opening for a Cradle cameo). Instead, I posit that the Judge battle is what ended Fathom’s golden age and the devastation resulted somehow in the zenith devices being scattered.

If I had to level one critique at this book, I would say it bit off a little more than it could chew. This series has a lot of threads to juggle and a lot of characters people want to see get the spotlight. While Will’s forward planning skills are nothing to sniff at, I think maybe doing a bit of the Omega leg work in the last few books could have helped give this one a bit more room to breathe. As it stands though I quite enjoyed it! I’ll probably go through it another time or two to firm up my thoughts on it, but yeah! 8/10 a very fun read!

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widehead

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It may have taken me a few months, but he's finished!!! I love him so much!

Hm. This was timed suspiciously well with the Pilot announcement.

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Legends & Lattes is such a fun and cozy read. It's honestly made me want to get into other books like it (even just back into reading again)! Viv and Tandri are such a cute slow burn couple! Them also being a green and pink ship is great! 😉💚🩷

Click on image for better quality!

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Shout out to all the Black ppl that can no longer participate directly in the fandom they love because of the stresses of racism 👍🏾 you contain multitudes of value and I'm sorry that the color of your skin and the power of your voice makes people not want to acknowledge that.

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all the trans bathroom bans have this awful tendency to push the overton window of even trans advocacy by trans people to the right

so many trans people now are focused on pleading to let trans women use women's restrooms and to let trans men use men's restrooms that I feel like the demand that was much more prominent even 5 years ago to construct non-segregated accessible bathrooms for everyone is almost nonexistent

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Eulogy for a Soulsmith

By: MehmetMinded

The body was laid on a raft at the edge of Pure Lake, the traditional burial grounds of the Fishers Sect. She was surrounded by all the products of the Desolate Wilds; fruits, meats, and water drawn from Pure Lake itself. She was also surrounded by gifts and treasures, a basket of purple orus fruit, a blue white scale of pure madra with a star pattern forged into it, a scripted jar containing a green feather.

In her wrinkled hands she clasped a massive goldsteel fish hook and at her feet sat a construct with six spider legs curled under it.

As the assembly quieted the leader of the sect, Fisher Regan, stood to officiate. He gazed out over the diverse crowd that had come to pay their respects. There were many wide brimmed hats worn by members of his sect, but among them were the burnt orange and blue robes of the Twin Stars Sec, the leader of which sat stoically in the front row. Next to her on one side sat a man with yellow hair and a silver bracer who could only be an Aurelius and on her other side sat a woman with the emerald green wings of the Path of Grasping Skies. Even the Blackflame empire saw fit to pay its respects.

“Gesha,” the Leader of the Fishers began, “lived among us for 104 years. She was as wise as she was sharp, and wasn’t afraid to let you know when she thought you were being stupid. No matter who you were.”

A bittersweet chuckle rose from the crowd as he continued.

“She left us after more than a century to travel with a young soulsmith to the Empire proper. There she lived out the last of her years pursuing her passion for the art of soulsmithing with her family. She lived a long and storied life. We are gathered together here to pay our respects to an honored elder and lay her to the rest she has earned.”

The Fisher man stepped down and allowed the leader of the Twin Stars Sect to say a few words.

“My brother, the sage, spoke as often of Fisher Gesha as he did his own family,” Wei Shi Kelsa began, clearly still unused to public speaking, “And with no less respect than if he were speaking of a revered grandmother.”

Kelsa seemed to steady herself as her speech gained momentum.

“Lindon credits Fisher Gesha as being the one to truly put him on the path of the soulsmith. She was stern and quick to anger, but she was wise beyond even her years and she cared for Lindon as one of her own grandchildren. The Shi family, Wei Clan, and the entire Twin Stars Sect owe Fisher Gesha a great debt and for this debt we will support her clan as though they were our own flesh and blood. As she supported Lindon.”

There was a solemn nod from the attending sect members as Kelsa sat down again.

Several speeches and many tears later, those who had words to say had spoken and it was time for the body to be laid to rest.

Two highgolds strung fisher madra to the sides of the raft and set it adrift. Once it was far enough out, they pulled as one. The sides of the raft came loose and fell away, allowing the boat to sink into the lake. Only after the last of the funeral raft had sunk out of sight did the Leader of the Fishers stand again.

“We have laid our honored grandmother to rest. May we all seek to-“

He was interrupted by a blinding flash of textured blue light. Techniques were conjured by every sacred artist present, but there was no foe in sight. Instead, a pale, blue-white star plunged out of the sky and into the lake, the water retreating in a circle around it until it seemed like an invisible pillar sat in the middle of Pure Lake.

After a moment the hole in the lake began to move towards the shore where the funeral had taken place. Tension rose as it grew closer until the one making the hole had grown close enough to stand above the water.

“Apologies,” Lindon said as he carried the body of Fisher Gesha gently in his arms, “I was too absorbed in my duties.”

No one moved an inch. Everyone present knew Lindon and many had relaxed in relief while those who only knew him by reputation simply looked on in confusion as he laid the Fisher in the small stretch of sand that wrapped Pure Lake.

“I should have come sooner.” Lindon said sheepishly, “I never should have let things get this far.”

“It’s alright Lindon.” Kelsa said, “you more than most have the right to pay your respects.”

Lindon looked at her like she had sprouted a second head.

“Respects? She’s only dead.”

With that, the Reaper held a hand over the Fisher and sharpened his will.

“RESTORE”

There was a twisting beneath the world as his working took hold of the rules of Cradle and rewrote them. The world trembled for a moment, then stilled.

Fisher Gesha sat up with a gasp.

“GWAAA!” She cried as she looked around frantically.

The assembly was completely silent with awe. Lindon, on the other hand, bowed with his head pressed to the dirt.

“This one cannot apologize enough for his tardiness, honored Fisher” he said from his lowered posture.

Gesha seemed to strike without thinking about it, cracking a slap against the back of the sage’s head. “What have I told you about bowing and scraping? Some kind of heavenly messenger now aren’t you, hmmm? Act like it!”

“Of course, honored grandmother.” Lindon said as he stood. A small smile played at the corner of his mouth.

Gesha hit him again, though without her drudge to lift her she had to settle for slapping his chest. “And get that smile off your face!”

Lindon only smiled more broadly. “It’s good to see you again, Fisher Geisha.”

He turned to the assembled funeral goers, bowing at the waist, “Apologies for making you all gather here. I should have visited sooner.”

It was Cassius who broke the silence. “Welcome back, Lindon. Will you be staying long?”

“Apologies, but I can’t. The heavens are in turmoil and I can only spare so much time.” He turned to the old woman, “You’ll have to accompany me Fisher Geisha. I have some leeway with fate, but not enough for you to be able to remain here. You have time to say your goodbyes, but we can’t stay beyond that.”

After another round of goodbyes, this time with far fewer tears, the Reaper ushered the Fisher through a gateway to the heavens.

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I lost my grandfather recently and stumbled across this fic I wrote and posted to Reddit a few years ago. I decided to give it a couple touch ups.

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Correction: C O N S U M E The Rich.

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young man. what is that you have found.

I said young man. you picked it up off the ground.

I said young man. you should put that thing down.

I don't think! that! you! should! eat that!

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flipping the tables at the temple is a crucial part of the run, but obviously every npc in the area will aggro on you as soon as you do it, which is a problem because the crucifixion exploit only works on a pacifist run. that's why we picked up those cords from the leatherworker earlier in the chapter. we can craft those into a whip and drive out the merchants, as long as we don't accidentally kill one of them. this is the only weapon in the game that doesn't proc the "violence" effect due to an oversight in the code, so this will essentially allow us to complete the tableflip glitch without breaking our pacifist run. once every table is flipped, the physics engine won't know how to handle it and some key values will be altered that will later allow us to clip through golgotha directly into hell-

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If you consume fanfic on ao3 and are 18+ and American I need you to lock in and call your senators saying you oppose a federal porn ban. This would effectively ban ao3 and being queer in public, among many other things, due to the intentionally vague language of the bill. I’m counting on queer tumblr and fandom tumblr to help me get the word out that you have to call your senators

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*staring sternly into the mirror* you've had a wild week, you haven't eaten today, you've barely interacted with people today. do not trust the Vague Sense of Unease

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y'all not to doxx myself too hard but irl i have spent some time in my life in mental health recovery, and i am here to tell anyone who needs to hear it that people with multiples & schizophrenia & psychosis & BPD are fun and interesting and lovable people and my friends

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Gonna start my own warhammer clone but all models have to be made from oragami