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Don't feel like creating quality conent tonight, here's a sketch and a piece of writing I made a few months ago. Gonna rewrite that eventually (because I want it to be more freaky lol), but I guess it's worthy of being read even now

"Do you truly believe that any soul can be saved, Raphaellian? Then perform the sacraments. Make your bedroom my confessional tonight. Let your sheets be my shroud. See what manner of creature seeks your blessing."

He knelt beside the bed like a penitent before an executioner’s block. His spine was rigid, his gaze fixed on the floorboards—stained dark in the candlelight, though he knew it was only old wood, not the seep of his sins. He kept his face turned from the priest's gaze, unable to bear what he might see. Disgust would be too kind and horror would be too clean. He needed Raphaellian to see the rot first, to smell the pyre-smoke clinging to him before offering benediction. Gwentrys’ hands lay open upon his knees, palms upward in grotesque parody of a saint receiving stigmata.

"I killed an entire family once."

The words were embers, still burning his tongue.

"The parents begged. Not for themselves—for their children. They didn’t know I’d already killed the children. I made certain they went first – it was kinder that way. Let the parents' screams follow them into the dark rather than chase them there".

His fingers flexed, phantom hilt gripped tight. The scent of burning flesh ghosted between them, though no fire burned in the room.

I stacked their bodies like cordwood. Set the pyre myself. Watched until their bones became ash too fine for any necromancer's craft." His breath hitched, not with remorse, but with the awful truth: "I felt nothing. Less than nothing. It was... tidy."

"They’d eaten the infected grain. They were already dead—just too stubborn to lie down."

"Every corpse left standing becomes a weapon of the Scourge, and I made certain none stood.The Light cleanses the unclean. Its justice requires sacrifice—so I sacrificed. Men. Women. Children. The elderly. Even animals, Raphaellian. Sometimes not because they were tainted, but because they might be. Because doubt is a luxury, and the Scourge doesn’t wait for certainty." 

"It was easy to believe that murder was holy work. Turning living breath into still silence in the name of the Light just felt right."

He finally looked up. His eyes were hollow.

"Here I am, in all my honesty. Can’t you see it? I’m a monster. The Light should strike me down, not coddle my sin with absolution. How can you forgive what even I cannot?"

Raphaellian moved then—not with the hesitant pity of a priest, but with the terrible gentleness of a man who’d long since learned how to cradle broken things. His fingers brushed Gwentrys’ cheek, tracing the salt-track of tears Gwentrys hadn’t realized he’d shed.

The touch was saint-like. It burned worse than any brand. The Light did not scour Gwentrys clean; it seeped into his cracks, filling each fissure with molten gold until the rot itself became relic.

"No sin is great enough to damn a soul completely," said the priest. "The Light loves all its children—even those who forget they are children at all."

His arms encircled Gwentrys, drawing the killer's bloodstained hands to his own pristine robes. "The Light's grace is not earned," Raphaellian murmured against his temple. "It simply is. Like the sunrise on both the wicked and the just."

Gwentrys shuddered. Raphaellian’s pardon was a velvet noose. It was empty. He wanted the brand of the inquisitor, the kiss of hot wax, the lash splitting his skin. Instead, he got mercy, and it was worse than any punishment. In the Scarlet Crusade's dungeons, at least the pain made sense – each lash a tally mark against his sins. But this? This unconditional absolution? It left him untethered, drowning in a sea of forgiveness with no shore in sight.

"Do you know the worst part?" Gwentrys whispered. "I would do it all again. If I thought it would keep you safe. The pyres. The knives. The silence afterward. That's what lives in me, Raphaellian. Not a man. Not even a monster. Just a weapon waiting to be wielded."

Raphaellian’s hands stilled. Then, softer than a heresy:

"Then let the ghost of your crusade share our bed tonight. Let it lie between us and see how small it becomes by dawn."

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Ashalle Sunshard is Raphaellian's quel'dorei aunt and a shopkeeper with a storied past. She fought in the Second War, marched into Outland and left Quel'thalas for good when her family turned their backs on her. The only one who stood by Ashalle was her brother, and then even he had to go and die on her, leaving his sister to deal with the Sunshards' bullshit alone.

Now she's got a magister sister who wants to set her on fire, a half-blooded nephew so deep in self-loathing he makes Garithos look tolerant and a dead brother she can't even yell at. After decades of silence, the Sunshards are dragging their grudges into Midnight for a reunion.

Will Ashalle finally bury her past, or just leave it bleeding?

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Is it too early? Already have my bingo ready for midnight. Maybe I'll remake it after the new raid and novel. Buddy really wanted me to include Arathor being Horde Anduin but I still want to belive in common sense

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Okay I'm finally watching arc*ne and whoever praised its queer rep owes me an apology bc its only trans rep being two sex workers was certainly... A choice. And a very weird one.

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Imma be honest. 80% of F!Hawke/Anders shippers need a serious reality check, because no ship tag I've seen can compete with Fhanders when it comes to the sheer volume of ableist and sexist nonsense crammed into its fics and art.

I know this is a very chronically online take, but bear with me. Why is it that whenever Anders is paired with a female Hawke, he turns into a helpless, incoherent mentally ill mess who needs to be controlled or mercy-killed like a rabid dog? I swear, I haven't seen art with male Hawke killing Anders in YEARS, and with F!Hawke, it's fucking everywhere.

Genuinely, ask yourself: why does male Hawke gets to ride off into the sunset with his unhinged possessed wanted by the state boyfriend, while F!Hawke is stuck playing martyr?

It's sexist (because women are expected to be selfless caregivers instead of equals) and ableist (because mentally ill people are treated as burdens instead of people) and at this point I'm avoiding all F!handers content because I don't want to be jumpscared by "uh, I think that schizophrenic people should be euthanized" from its author.

I'm so tired of this. Mentally ill people aren't your tragic props! Anders isn't even that "ill", he is functional, articulate, politically active. Why are you all treating him like poor sick person who wants to die and can't do anything without Hawke? He isn't even suicidal. Why are you twisting canon character to fit your mold of a crazy dangerous schizo boyfriend who can only be "tamed" by a woman's love? Why are you centering a story of a presumably mentally ill person around their "caretaker" and treating the caretaker as the "real" victim ??? Why are you deciding that somebody's life isn't worth living just because you have a hard-on for the savior complex?

I don't want to say that gay or nb handers is perfect and superior, and I don't want to say that darker topics shouldn't be explored in media. But if your idea of a "darker topic" is a woman straight up abusing a mentally ill man, treating him like a baby or a sick pet, and finally killing him to "end his misery", while being treated like a tragic hero and a victim, this ain't a darker topic, this is you being a fucking idiot.

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The Void’s corruption is my favorite concept to write about, and I wish its effects on sanity were explored with more depth in canon. It doesn't have to be "hear whispers, go insane, get killed by Azeroth's murder hobos" all the time... It's simply disrespectful as fuck and a missed opportunity as well.

Since June is both Pride Month and Men’s Mental Health Awareness Month, I wanted to share a new pic of Raphaellian—a scholar who sacrificed his own well-being in pursuit of shadow magic mastery, all to combat the cults threatening Azeroth. He’s learned to control the Void’s whispers, but that doesn’t make him immune to its toll. Stress and exhaustion bring hallucinations: insects skittering across his skin, rot tainting his food, eyes forming in the cracks of bleeding walls. Not every vision is a prophecy. Sometimes, it’s just a reminder that even the strongest minds need rest.

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Today is my birthday, and the best present for artist is to reblog their arts!

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Figure drawing class today turned into Merrill frolicking so I took a picture and colored it :)

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happy pride month

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in private, though, he remains a tender and devoted lover

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Krem, soldier of the Tevinter Imperium

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Tw: politics and racism mentioned, also me being salty about the on-going culture war

I never thought I would say it, but the left is in such sorry state that I can't even be surprised by every second zoomer male watching alt right slop anymore.

Some random lady on the blue website said that calling the mongol horde "an existential threat" is racist. I replied that it INDEED WAS an existential threat to Kievan Rus. Mongols sacked several slavic cities, burning them to the ground and killing every person living there, including children. Which isn't Russian propaganda but a historical fact, proven by archeology and recognized by Western scholars. The ones that weren't killed by Mongols, ended up in slavery and/or under tyrannical rule. This was the darkest time in my country's history.

Refusing to recognize these facts means being guilty of historical revisionism in its worst meaning or having a very weird definition of "existential threat". If tens of thousands of people of certain ethnicity being killed on sight doesn't mean a threat to their existence, I don't know what a threat to existence is.

What did the lady do? Banned me for this reply and wrote a post where she called me and also the entire Alliance player base white supremacists. Lmao.

And the left wing wonders why nobody takes people who use words like "colonialism" and "white supremasists" seriously. Because these words don't mean anything anymore, duh. Colonialism narrative is any narrative you don't like, and white supremacist is any person you don't agree with.

Such absurd claims make it hard to listen to actually healthy discourse because it drowns in the pile of meaningless word vomit. And the left does nothing to combat the growing right wing influence because it blocks anything it doesn't agree with, preferring to stay in an echo chamber and calling that "online activism".

I used to identify with "the left" and now I absolutely don't. I don't identify with the right either. Because none of the sides in this discourse actually cares about real world problems. Any minority-related discourse is pure virtue signaling. The left likes to make memes about J. K. Rowling but does absolutely nothing when trans rights are being revoked. The left will write essays about fantasy race being an 1:1 allegory to a real world racial minority (especially when it isn't, lol) while being oblivious to the said minority's problems. Leftist women will preach about the right being homophobic while shitting on gay men worse than the right does. The left arguing about AI being useless while sitting on welfare and not knowing shit about the job market and how widespread the use of AI is. Oh, and I'm also a nazi because I said "virtue signaling", which is an alt right dogwhistle and totally not a concept that exists in real life.

I'm tired of being nothing but a talking point in a social media discussion about why Trump is bad or a reason to steal more taxes. Wake me up when the left wakes up and develops a grip on reality.

Rewriting history and unironically believing that race-based violence only happens when "white people bad, people of color good" isn't going to solve racism, it's gonna breed more. Nah, it already did. The left has nobody to blame for losing the culture war but themselves.

I thought people who watch the rage bait slop were exaggerating when they talked about the white middle class guilt, but after seeing it myself... As I said in my essay about Garrosh and how life radicalized people, the scariest thing about fascism isn't that it's comically evil. It's that sometimes fascism doesn't sound that bad, because it's capable of making appealing arguments, and the left does nothing to counter the said appealing arguments, choosing to abandon everybody who listened instead of providing an alternative.

The left has lost its appeal to me. Trans rights don't look bright rn and it will probably get worse. Every leftist space is full of misandrists who expect men to casually apologize for their existence, homophobes and gender essentialists but make it woke, feminists drinking the radfem kool-aid while claiming to be against terfs, people with persecution fetish, virtue signalers and people who think that racial slurs are okay if used against the right people. And the only alternative to this is the right wing self-eating snake, which isn't an alternative but rather pure self destruction.

I'm so tired, I can't even discuss my favorite video game without it turning into a culture war. I can't criticize a certain wow character and her writing, because if I do that will make me racist and misogynistic. Can't ask the devs to return to the game's roots because supporting in-game conflicts obviously means I want to bomb G*za or something. Can't criticize every strong male character being turned into a wimp or killed off because that would make me an insecure Asm*ngold fan who dreams of beating women for fun. What is this, if not the proof of the right wing argument that the "woke mob" has ruined gaming?

People used to make fun of me for being "that one friend who is too woke" and now people call me a "white supremacist". I did go through some hard character development era this year, but nothing changed in me fundamentally. I'm still the same person who values compassion, understanding and equality above all else, unfortunately, I see these virtues in the modern world very rarely. This post is just me laughing at all this very bitterly.

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i see your death of the author and raise you: death of the fandom, for when other fans and the content they produce are so unbearably bad that you divorce yourself entirely from the fanbase except for one or two Trusted Mutuals™️

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"A society that separates its lore masters from its horny posters will have its headcanons written by prudes and its erotic fanfic by fools."

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This is not the first time I'm doing a template like this but this is definetely the most horrifying character combo I've ever made