maomilaa · 1 year ago
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gayemoji · 10 months ago
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gloom in melbourne baybee ✊✊ about fucking time i saw them
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livegrenade · 2 years ago
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HAIL TO THE KING - THE GLOOM IN THE CORNER
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a-fix-of-muses · 2 years ago
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Currently Listening To: "Trinity" by Strawberry Girls, Ben Rosett, Zachary Garren, Andrés
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grey-gazania · 11 months ago
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End of Year Fic Recs
Tagged by @sallysavestheday and @polutrope
I tag everyone tagged here and anyone else who hasn't done this yet!
Recommend up to 5 series or multi-chapter fics from 2023 that everyone should read (multi-year WIPs count, if the last update was in 2023).
Recommend up to 5 single chapter fics/one-shots (long or short) from 2023 that everyone should read.
Recommend up to 5 fics NOT from 2023 that everyone should read (oldies but goodies).
Recommend up to 5 of your own fics (completed or WIP) from 2023 that everyone should read.
This was difficult!
Multi-Chapter/Series
We Will Make This Place Our Home by @leucisticpuffin, which is my new comfort fic and has A+ kidnap fam characterization.
Gloom, Doom and Maedhros by @hhimring, which I've been dipping in and out of since approximately 2011 and which never ceases to impress me.
Elegy for Numenor by @elfscribe. Not the kind of story I generally get into, but Scribe's OCs are vividly drawn and have captured my heart.
Maglor is an Eldritch Horror by @thescrapwitch. Who doesn't love a touch of horror in their fanfiction? Part 11 (Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark) is a particular favorite.
The Importance of Peer Review by @sallysavestheday, a series of Finrod-centric comic stories that never fails to make me howl with laughter.
One-shots
Tender Morsels by @sallysavestheday, which depicts a delicious and unsettling yet tender moment between my OTP among OTPs, Fingon/Maedhros.
As the Hare Flees Before the Wolf by @emyn-arnens. The author's note says "Rest in pieces, Eöl," and that is a sentiment I will always endorse. This also includes some wonderfully perilous Celegorm characterization.
Ilimbë by @thelordofgifs. This is everything I ever wanted out of a Fëanor/Nerdanel courtship story, and the characterization is utter perfection.
A Damnable Spot by @imakemywings. Kidnap fam with an extra helping of creepy! I think Elwing deserves to haunt Maglor a little bit. As a treat.
And a bonus two-for-one, because they're by two different authors but they go together: Desperation and Defeat by @elentarial and Maiar Hate This Simple Trick by @zealouswerewolfcollector. I'm a big fan of both humor and Celebrimbor/Narvi, so these both absolutely delighted me.
Oldies
Home from the War by @hhimring. Himring wrote this as a gift for me back in 2020, and it remains my favorite Círdan character study of all time.
Ain Melir Den Urui by Thranduil Oropherion Redux/Randy_O (whom I don't believe is on Tumblr). This Last Alliance themed send-up of Some Like It Hot dates back to 2011, and it's one of my go-to fics for when I'm feeling blue and need a good belly laugh.
Touch of a Vanished Hand by @elfscribe, from 2010. I love Scribe's character study of a younger, more hot-headed Elrond meeting his brother's descendants in the aftermath of the sinking of Numenor.
Winter's Drums by @lucifers-cuvette, from 2014. I absolutely adore Pandë's take on Sauron and Celebrimbor's relationship, and this deeply unsettling but evocative ficlet is one I've returned to many times.
Trinity, also by @lucifers-cuvette, which is from 2007, pre-dating my entry into the Silmarillion fandom. It was the first of Pandë's stories that I read and was my introduction to her amazing Pandë-verse.
Mine
Ill News, a Second Age kidnap fam aftermath fic that I initially posted as a one-shot in 2022. But an enthusiastic commenter inspired me to expand on it, so I added a second chapter in 2023. There's at least one more chapter to come, assuming I ever overcome my current case of writer's block.
Loyalty: A Tale in Three Voices, which is the WIPmost likely to kill me one day. I have a deep and abiding affection for the House of Ulfang, and this is the result of that.
And They Looked Up and Saw a Star, my ongoing early-days kidnap fam WIP. I'm enjoying exploring the relationships between both sets of brothers.
Maps, my Thangordim rescue Fingon/Maedhros WIP with a heavy serving of Caranthir. I'll readily admit that this fic has been an exercise in pantsing all the way and that I have no idea where I'm going with it, but the journey has been fun!
I made several updates to Woman King this year, which is my fem!Gil-galad WIP (sometimes affectionately referred to as the Girl-galad WIP, because I love stupid puns). This is by far my least popular series but it is also my favorite to write, because like all writers I have tropes that I love, and Rule 63 is one of them. Tolkien's works are an undeniable sausage fest and we need more ladies.
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fazbearedits · 3 months ago
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A madman’s art
Trinity goes over to Nicky’s house for a sleepover
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Trinity decided she was gonna stay over at Nicky’s house for the night,Nicky’s parents weren’t home so it was perfect,after a while there they were watching a movie but something was nagging Trinity from something earlier in the evening,when they were going upstairs so Trinity could leave her stuff Nicky seemed rather persistent to not have her sleep in his room,he had the excuse of “my room is a mess! There’s no place for you to put your sleeping bag so we’ll use the guest room!”.
Trinity had a nagging case of curiosity,like it was a person next to her poking her,saying that she should investigate his room “I have to pee” Trinity said “ok! The bathroom is down the hall to the right!” Said Nicky,oblivious.it was well known since after that night Nicky thought everyone had his best interests at heart because of what his therapist told him so while Trinity did feel guilty of taking advantage of his newfound open mindset she thought it would be worth it in the end.
She made her way upstairs and walked to the left side of the hallway where Nicky’s room was,she opened the door quietly and crept in and Nicky’s room was spotless,she then knew he was hiding something.but she saw a photo near the window which she walked over to look at it,it was of Ivan,Enzo,Maritza and Nicky but he actually looked happy?! Trinity had only seen Nicky happy and handful of times but to see him with a innocent stare,grinning widely made her sigh with gloom.
she picked off the photo from the wall to stare at it but when she turned around and looked up briefly,what she saw made her nearly drop the photo out of her hands,she hung it back up on the wall to focus on what was on the wall.it was a colossal drawing of a black figure with huge eyes,with swirls and eyeballs all around it.it shook Trinity to her core and she thought of it as a madman’s art.she quickly ran out he room and closed the door and walked back downstairs.
There Nicky was,sitting on the couch with a smile,but not as much as the photo Trinity just saw.she sat back on the couch next to Nicky and she just felt so bad for him,she proceeded to move herself closer to Nicky and put her head on his shoulder,for Nicky this came out of nowhere,so it caused him to blush,where these friend feelings? Or those type of feelings.however for Trinity this was just a way of comforting her friend,she thought he was getting better she really did but she realized he was just putting up a facade for her.for everyone,she never knew what went on beneath the surface.
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hieromonkcharbel · 3 months ago
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Grant us, Master, as we depart for sleep, rest for body and soul. Protect us from the gloom of sinful sleep and from all dark pleasures of the night. Calm the impulses of passion, and quench the fiery darts of evil which are treacherously cast against us. Check the turbulence of our flesh and lull all our earthly and mundane thoughts. Grant us, O God, a watchful mind, prudent reason, a vigilant heart and tranquil sleep, free from all evil dreams. Raise us up at the hour of prayer, strengthen us in your commandments, and keep unshaken within us the remembrance of your judgments. Grant us to glorify you all night long that we may praise and bless and glorify your all honorable and magnificent name, of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit, now and forever and to the ages of ages. Amen.
Most glorious, ever virgin, blessed Theotokos, present our prayers to your Son and our God, and plead with him, that through you he may save our souls.
My hope is the Father, my refuge the Son, my protection, the Holy Spirit. Holy Trinity, glory to you.
My every hope I place in you, Mother of God. Keep me under your protection.
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scotianostra · 10 months ago
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On 20th January 1746 Aeneas MacDonnell died of his wounds in his lodgings in Burns Court, Falkirk, and was buried in the Falkirk Trinity Kirk.
Known as Young Glengarry, MacDonnell had led the 800-strong Glengarry regiment to victory against the Hanoverian army, in the largest battle of the '45 Uprising - also the Jacobites’ last victory, he came through the battle unscathed, it was in tragic circumstances the day after the battle Aeneas the event happened that took his life.
A soldier of the Clanranald regiment had obtained a musket on the field of battle, a spoil of war. Jacobite soldiers had taken to lodgings in Burns Court opposite where the Trinity Kirk is now, which is part of the High Street, while cleaning the weapon he removed the ball , discharging a shot to clear the gun properly, unfortunately the musket had been double loaded and a shot discharged through the window of the house towards a group of soldiers in the street opposite, piercing the body of the young Glengarry.
Aeneas, second son of the Clan chief of MacDonnell of Glengarry, died in the arms of his colleagues begging that they forgive the unfortunate soldier, who he believed was innocent of any malice.
Unfortunately this fell on deaf ears and the men from Glengarry demanded his execution in reprisal, this was tragically carried out by his own clan. The man was taken out to wall and died “in a volley of shots” his own father emptied his gun into his son to make his death as instantaneous as possible.
Prince Charles, when learning of the accident appeased the Glengarry men, mindful that losing the attachment of his army would be a massive blow, consoled the Clan, ordering the grave of John de Graeme, who fell at the first battle of Falkirk be opened and the Young Glengarry be interred within. The Prince told the men it was the only place in the ancient kirkyard worthy to be honoured with his corpse.
The Prince attended the funeral as chief mourner and held the string which consigned his head to the grave. His “judicial kindness” was not unappreciated by the grateful Highlanders, but didn’t stop a large number of the clan to yield in their grief and desert his army.
The incident and its aftermath cast a pall of gloom over the Jacobite army, and some argue it began the disintegration of Prince Charles Edward Stuart’s now faltering cause. I don’t know if this would have affected the outcome of the Battle of Culloden, and there is no record how many men left.
Ranald MacDonnell, accompanied by Lady MacDonnell, unveiled a plaque outside Falkirk Trinity Church to commemorate this incident in 2018 in commemoration of Aeneas MacDonnell.
Aeneas MacDonnel was the younger brother of Alastair Ruadh MacDonnell, also known as Pickle the Spy
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starrypawz · 4 months ago
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I've randomly had some over analysing thoughts about classifying goth characters in media and essentially I think we can create the following categories
Explicit Goth
This character is described as a goth, (either in universe/character descriptions or word of god) will generally aesthetically be goth, and will often in some way depicted as engaging with the subculture
Examples: Gerard Keay, Sam Manson, The Goth Kids from South Park*, Richmond Avenal, Crimson and Ennui, Gwen, Nemi, Vince Noir**
(*Don't @ me they count ok)
(**Briefly, he still counts)
Implicit Goth/Coded Goth
This character is not described as a goth but is depicted in a way people are like 'This character would be Goth' this includes characters from settings where the Goth subculture doesn't exist
Examples: Death of the Endless, Raven from Teen Titans, Ruby Gloom, Misa Amane*, Nancy Downs, Alice Liddell (American McGee),
(*I am not quite sure if I would pit Misa in Implicit or Resonate I can see either, I would say she belongs here rather than Surface goth or Mislabeled Goth)
Resonate Goth
Potentially a subsection of the Implicit Goth but these are characters that are not described as goths, and likely were not coded as Goths as these characters in some cases pre date the Goth subculture but have resonated with the subculture enough they've been adopted and often are an influence on the subculture
Examples: Lydia Deetz, The Hex Girls, Dracula, The Addams Family, Neo and Trinity, Eric Draven, Jack Skellington,
Surface Goth
These characters often aesthetically look goth and could potentially fall into Implicit or Resonate but often do not have quite enough substance to put them in either section. I think this type tends to pop up a lot in kid's cartoons and sitcoms etc
Examples: Mavis, Laetitia Bowers , Pandora
Mislabeled Goth/Non Specific Alternative
The character is described as a goth either in canon or by fans but doesn't actually quite fit, these characters are often alternative but this is often a case of 'anyone wearing black and kind of moody is a goth obvs' depending on when these characters were created they tend to actually be Emos, this character type also pops up a lot in kid's cartoons and sitcoms
Examples: Gaz (Invader Zim), Robby Valentino, Johnny and Lacie
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letterturner · 1 year ago
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this post is just me going on a long tangent for an aesthetic im nostalgic for and a bunch of examples of it so click keep reading at your own discretion cause long post ahead
so what im talking is this sort of mid 2000s to like around 2011 neo-victorian aesthetic that also utilized a sort of gothic-circus meets cabaret style. the essence of the 2000s is there even if its not initially visible from the surface because its important to this aesthetic. i think some motifs for this are typical gothic elements like graves and crosses but also things like stripes, butterflies, ragdolls, playing cards, checker patterns, hearts (both whole and broken), chess, circus imagery, roses and rabbits. aesthetics like emo, gothic lolita, circus, goth, mall goth and even steampunk to a small degree are kinda like the cousins to this.
some artists that i think visualized this are mizna wada,
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and gekidan inu curry
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plus a whole bunch of others like hanamushi and dollcreep
i'd say the music genres associated with this style would be dark cabaret and baroque pop. the most popular examples would probably be panic! at the disco's first and third albums
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but you also have other acts like emilie autumn
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rasputina,
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the dresden dolls,
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and there were quite a few vocaloid song/mvs that also fit like dark wood circus, trick and treat and the riddle solver who can't solve riddles. plus i feel like a large amount of songs by kikou also match this sort of vibe
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clothing wise i feel like thick stripes were really popular, especially as striped stockings. other things like victorian boots, fingerless gloves and corsets as well. i cant name just one specific clothing style but i def feel like gothic lolita and the neo victorian look really embodies this.
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video games also were kinda influenced by this aesthetic but i dont think it was nearly as prominent. i think the path and alice: madness returns are probably the closest to what im talking abt
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but interestly enough i think the kind of games that utilized this style the most were flash point and click games like gretel & hansel
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and speaking of alice: madness returns it really does seem alice in wonderland and alice in wonderland inspired themes with a darker more gothic-y look became really popular (which think i also plays into the popularity of the neo victorian influence). this is why i think things associated with alice in wonderland like roses, rabbits and playing cards became such popular imagery with this aesthetic. i find it kinda funny when people say the 2010 version of alice in wonderland wasnt good because the color palette was "too dark/gloomy/whatever" cause it really was appealing to the aesthetics of the time which is why it did so well when it came out
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for movies of this aesthetic i know tim burton is probably gonna be the most associated with this which is fair but i credit a lot of it to the costume designer for most of his movies, colleen atwood (who fittingly designed the costumes for 2010 alice in wonderland)
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and even toy wise this aesthetic was visible with dolls like bleeding edge goth
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living dead dolls too (and once again the alice in wonderland theme is present)
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and while the style of pullip dolls is generally lighter they also produced a few dolls like this (*cough* alice in wonderland inspired yet agaain *cough*)
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and last but not least,,VAMPLETS I LOVE THEM SO MUCH; i wish the original vamplets site was still up but i digress.
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there are plenty of more examples like ruby gloom, black butler, the music video for fashion monster, trinity blood, shiki and monster high
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Tracklist:
From Heaven To Hell • Obliteration Imminent • Ronin • Black Rot • New Order • Clutch • Pandora's Box • Behemoth • Gravity • Red Clouds • Nor Hell A Fury • Gatekeeper • Hail To The King
Spotify ♪ Bandcamp ♪ YouTube
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apilgrimpassingby · 1 year ago
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Frankenstein's Monster Aesthetic
(To complete the Halloween Trinity; written, like all of these, with @the-hour-of-our-deaths. I have a few more for more minor monsters. I might hold off for a few days. If you would prefer a continuing stream of them, then DM me - especially @cactusflowerfemme, who I know is particularly enjoying these aesthetic lists.)
Rusty scalpels.
Torn-up hospital beds with crusted fluid on them.
The obligatory drip bag full of something that's definitely not morphine.
Piles and piles of leatherbound books open on occult diagrams and Latin chants.
Sets of scalpels.
Wide window views onto rainswept pines.
A perpetual growl of thunder in the distance.
Ruined psych wards with operation chairs.
Ornate stone archways and broad halls, sunken in gloom apart from the times when (frequent) lightning flashes light them up.
Smashed and open coffins in the basement.
Lab coats, once white but now covered in all kinds of stains.
Pervasive smells of death and chemicals.
Heavy - and stinking - black leather boots that tap-tap-tap on the floors.
A mystic chart of the human form on the wall.
A chalk pentagram sketched on the stone floor.
Limbs and organs in formaldehyde tanks.
Jars full of gently glowing strange fluids.
Patches of skin with stitches on them.
Twisting stone stairwells.
Gas lamps.
Moth-eaten linens in a closet with a mouse hole in the door.
Green goo smudges on the floor, leading from one door to another - it seems to go in a loop.
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madamlaydebug · 1 year ago
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“Woke” has become the new sleep.
What good is coming across all this information if it’s not being used to enhance, & improve your life including those around you? If it’s not serving your quest to ultimate self realization, then it’s time for a new subject
Do your diligence but don’t allow yourself to be consumed by information to the point your neglecting your mental, physical or spiritual health. Unfortunately it seems like a common theme in this so called community
We know awakening isn’t all peaches & cream like it’s made out to be, but it’s not all doom & gloom either.. All this information provided is neutral. You make that potential energy kinetic with the polarity you choose to absorb such information & thus display in your daily actions
Imagine spending a whole lifetime looking into “conspiracies” neglecting your trinity—just to be recycled back into samsara for another go around, it’s the perfect trap
Forget “them” for a moment, being parasitic & evil is in their nature. How are you serving your life’s purpose? Are you entirely immersed & aware of this moment you are in? What habits of self cultivation are you invested in?
Remember that this material reality is an illusion, “Maya”, the mind of god is limited to those who are solely invested in material reality & eventually become parasitic as this realm is parasitic by nature
Remember everything & nothing can be used as a catalyst for your enlightenment. Real ‘activism’ is tapping in & embodying the change you want to see
“Truthseekers” must seek truth in themselves, with no knowledge of self there’s no knowledge of God.
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thatbeeperson · 2 years ago
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(Directly ported from a reddit draft because I use that platform despite how much I dislike it's weirdness, so it's formated for reddit as opposed to here) TL;DR/For those who don't want to read an essay of my unorganized ramblings: Operator can be improved, Zenurik overshadows the other schools due to convenience, Wellspring could be made a base ability which ties into the schools freeing up Zenurik to do it's own thing, and we'd still have a 4th ability slot to fill if wellspring was base kit, discuss.
If there is one single change to Warframe I'd make above all else, it's make wellspring a base operator ability and turn Zenurik into it's own thing.
It could be the cc school which specializes in disarming and slowing enemies like it already has going since it's theme is "to choke an opponent of all resources". Allowing it to stay consistent with it's current iteration with minimal changes. Or if we want to think big, leaning into the "School of the Arcane" title and energy theme to make it a school with some simplistic but powerful damaging void abilities like a void themed DnD fireball type explosive, or something akin to the void blast of old but now with a more arca plasmor like projectile. This would make Zenurik's goal along the lines of wide area damage and spammable abilities, weaker than Madurai at single target damage but powerful for clearing large groups of trash enemies or breaking multiple overguards at once. Probably still keeping the energy theme by making it buff the energy regen and energy capacity of your Operator, since Zenurik already did that. Maybe keeping inner might but on a lower cooldown and making it operator exclusive? A full rework of Zenurik is limitless in potential, but here's hoping it wouldn't end up so overpowered people keep using it by default anyways.
Then with the newly base kit wellspring the other schools could modify wellspring in their own ways or in the case of Unairu, magnetic flare and it's upgrades being attached to wellspring so it can gain a different ability like a protective shield that drains energy while it's out. Something like sigma's shield from Overwatch could be interesting where attacking while holding the shield pushes it out, shoving enemies out of the way, or maybe more akin to mag held magnetise or nyx absorb. Unairu's whole thing is defense and outlasting the enemy (and destroying the enemy's defense apparently, I mean it's thematically appropriate considering the whole defense manipulation thing. But I'd think the description could be something more along the lines of "defense decides battles so we'll keep ours strong and the enemy's weak" instead of just Unairu's current "Outlast The Enemy and withstand all aggression without bending")
I like the other schools, a lot, they're all thematically and mechanically interesting, but I feel crippled without that energy wellspring even despite investing in some alternative ways of restoring energy such as amber archon shards, synth fiber + equilibrium, and the archon mods. (Also solo funding the Lenz took a serious toll on my fieldron sample supply so it'll be a while before I can use big energy pizzas, but having used medium, they're just not as satisfying or convenient as wellspring, I always have that biting feeling of "I could have used these polymer bundles for something else"). Also, yes, 62.5 energy per small energy orb and 315 energy per health orb on Ivara is overkill, but I don't pocket main Harrow so I can see small energy restored numbers.
Wellspring base kit could keep the convenience and nature of it being completely free, and tack on focus school unique abilities. Vazarin could be a healing field which can properly heal static defense objectives like Well of Life, a lifesteal zone like a diet gloom, or maybe even something like Trinity's link, where any enemy in the field will have damage on players redirected at them. Naramon could obviously be a melee attack speed, heavy attack efficiency, combo gain, or something else melee related, DE could probably just make it "warcry buff but wellspring zone" and call it a day. Unairu would keep the mechanic of shield strip on it's wellspring but maybe also gradually (or instantly if we're feeling insane) deplete overguard since void damage shreds overguard anyways. And Zenurik could probably actually keep it's wellspring upgrades with some tweaks, operator ability strength, amp energy regen, and operator energy regen, it could still buff warframe ability strength, boost efficiency, or both, but it would still restore energy at the same rate as all the other wellsprings when it comes to warframes. Madurai could just be a straight damage boost or an amp fire rate boost, but Madurai is terrifying enough as it is IMO and is currently only held back by Zenurik's utility, Honestly I wouldn't complain if Madurai's Wellspring lost it's energy regen to balance it's increased amp damage or whatever else DE can stick on it because Madurai actually scares me, that school is a chained beast waiting for Zenurik to fall so it can rise like a phoenix from it's ashes. (Overdramatic speech aside, I love Madurai and I'm hoping that if this were implemented it'd lean even further into turning the operator from a utility caster at a button press into a car launcher on legs)
We'd still have 1 open ability slot if wellspring were made base kit so maybe we can get operator Transcendence back as a 4? Maybe something completely new for operator's 4 based on the school you choose that you have to unlock and upgrade like all the other focus school perks! A cool idea could be making this new 4th completely divorced from the schools with it's own separate upgrade tree more akin to the evolving incarnon weapons, where you do challenges as operator to unlock levels which give choices as to buffs, allowing you to build your Transcendence to suit you. Hell if we are on the what if train, what if we could mod Operators? I want to open discussion for what could be done to improve Operator/Drifter gameplay since there is still a large group of people who very much dislike Operator gameplay and only use their Operator for energy regen and occasionally movement.
I love interacting with this community because some of you have some crazy ideas and I wanna see more. LMK what you think if you managed to stomach all of this ADHD motivation burst fueled nonsense (or you just read the TL;DR, which, I don't blame you if you did)
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weaverofbones · 1 day ago
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Whispers in the Gloom
In the shadowed halls where the moonlight weeps,
Three souls entwined in secrets deep,
Their hearts like thorns, sharp and sweet,
Bound by desires no darkness can keep.
Silken whispers in the midnight air,
Lips like venom, tangled in despair,
Each kiss a dagger, each touch a spell,
In the silence of a crypt, they dwell.
Cloaked in shadows, they dance with the night,
Three figures moving in pale candlelight,
A lover's embrace, a ghostly sigh,
As shadows grow long and the candles die.
The first, a specter with eyes like coal,
Haunted by dreams of a fractured soul,
The second, a wraith with a smile so sly,
Promises whispered as they laugh and cry.
The third, a vision in tattered lace,
With hands like ice, they caress and trace,
Each curve of flesh, each shiver of skin,
A triad of passion, where none can win.
In the graveyard's heart, where the dead reside,
They meet in the dark and collide,
Under the gaze of the mournful stars,
A symphony played on heartstrings and scars.
But shadows have secrets, and secrets have pain,
For love, it seems, is a dark, winding chain.
Each heart, a prison, each soul, a tomb,
In the beauty of madness, they find their doom.
Yet still they gather, under the veil,
In whispers and laughter, they weave their tale,
A trinity formed in the echo of night,
In a world made for darkness, they find their light.
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nicholaskyleedwards · 17 days ago
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Echoes Unseen
In a cavernous abyss, where darkness reigned supreme and shadows intertwined with the very fabric of existence, a solitary figure, known only as The Girl, lingered. This realm, a sanctuary of gloom, harbored souls long severed from the frost. The denizens, scions of ancient captives, navigated a world devoid of hue, their perceptions dulled to an unyielding trinity of black, white, and red. Whispers of a vivid realm Above danced in the air, dismissed with scoffs and incredulity, as they clung to their familiar specters, oblivious to the vibrant tapestry awaiting just beyond their grasp.
Yet fate, cloaked in serendipity, intervened when a mysterious entity emerged—a demon of knowledge. Through clandestine meetings, he unveiled the art of reading, a revelation that transcended her comprehension. Words, once thought to be mere echoes in the ether, transformed into portals of imagination, unraveling the beauty of the written word. Each syllable crafted a bridge to realms uncharted, where hues bloomed with exuberance and stories unfurled like delicate petals beneath the sun’s ambush.
As The Girl delved deeper into this newfound wisdom, her yearning burgeoned. A tempest of curiosity ignited within, urging her to question the very nature of her existence, while the shadows of her kinfolk coiled around their beliefs, resisting the call to venture forth. They branded the seekers of snow as madmen, tethered to the comforts of their ignorance, unwilling to challenge the confines of their obfuscation prison.
The Girl, undeterred by the weight of ancestral chains, began to perceive the cave as a prison—a dark sanctuary that had shackled her lineage for eons. The demon, a harbinger of hope, imparted wisdom that resonated alike a distant echo: there existed a realm where phantasm took flight, waiting for those brave enough to seize them.
As time flowed like a river of shadows, The Girl’s resolve crystallized. A defining moment approached, rife with the duality of excitement and trepidation. The sun’s warmth beckoned, promising liberation, yet the weight of familial expectations bore heavily upon her soul. In the silent farewell, she pressed her lips to her mother and sister’s foreheads, acutely aware of the chasm that would forever separate them—a chasm of understanding and choice.
Guided by the demon’s wisdom, she embarked upon the arduous ascent, traversing the unseen path toward liberation. Each step resonated with the pulse of her heart, a symphony of pain and hope intermingling as she emerged from the darkness into the blinding brilliance of an uncharted world. A blindfold veiled her eyes, shielding them from the searing light, as anticipation swelled within her chest, a crescendo of fear and exhilaration intertwining.
Upon her emergence into the sunlit realm, warmth enveloped her in a gentle grasp, a sensation alien yet intoxicating. The kaleidoscope of colors exploded before her, a divine symphony that filled her with an indescribable sense of possibility. Each hue whispered secrets of existence, igniting a flame of adventure within her heart, propelling her toward the unknown.
Next came the aromas—a crisp, invigorating air that caressed her lungs with every inhalation, revealing the freshness of life she had long been denied. In this ethereal expanse, she reveled in the sensory tapestry unfolding around her, basking in the harmonious dance of scents that painted her reality anew.
Yet, with the arrival of sound, a dissonance disrupted her reverie. A symphony of melodies emerged, yet their essence eluded her understanding. The harmonious notes twirled around her, enigmatic and beguiling, challenging her senses as she attempted to grasp their meaning.
In a sudden transition, warmth ebbed away, replaced by a chill that penetrated her skin, igniting a flicker of panic within. The cavernous entrance loomed, revealing an unfamiliar threshold. Within these walls, she was to be assessed, evaluated for her worthiness to dwell in this newfound world Above, her very existence hanging in the balance.
Eternity passed in a languid dance, the doctor’s ministrations echoing in the silence, while The Girl’s mind spiraled with anxiety, visions of confinement threatening to ensnare her once more. As the weight of uncertainty bore down, a familiar presence emerged, a harbinger of clarity amid the tumult.
At long last, the moment arrived—a revelation that kindled the flame of hope anew. She was granted the chance to remain, a promise that unraveled the threads of fear. A warm hand guided her outside, urging her to close her eyes, to shield them from the searing sun’s attachment. With anticipation thrumming in her veins, the blindfold was removed, and she beheld a tapestry of shades that ignited her spirit.
The brilliance of the sky unfolded before her, an infinite expanse that resonated with the symphony of her soul. The air shimmered with vibrancy, enveloping her in a cloak of possibility. Overwhelmed, she stood on the precipice of existence, ready to plunge into the foster of the unknown.
Yet, as the days flowed in kind to the ceaseless river of time, a gnawing emptiness persisted within her. A haunting awareness emerged—the myriad souls still ensnared within the cavern’s grasp, unaware of the brilliance that lay just beyond. The longing to return, to illuminate their lives with the truths she had uncovered, grew stronger. With determination fueling her spirit, she scribbled a note to her caretaker and set forth on a swift journey back to the cave.
Upon arrival, the guardians of the specter recognized her presence, yet hesitated to permit her passage into the depths of the cavern. With a resolve forged by her experiences Above, she descended, her heart a tumultuous mixture of hope and trepidation.
At the cavern’s nadir, she sought out her mother and sister, the pale specters of her kin. Their spectral forms echoed the memories on an hourglass of long past, a poignant reminder of the darkness from which she had emerged.
With fervor, she implored them to join her, to witness the world Above—a realm of infinite skies and vibrant hues. Yet, instead of the anticipated enthrall of curiosity, she was met with horror and disbelief. They recoiled, perceiving her as a specter of madness, misinterpreting her fervent declarations as folly.
In a tragic turn of fate, as the shadows closed in around her, the crowd that once shared her existence transformed into a storm of fear. The tumult surged, branding her as a demon of the unknown, her pleas drowned in the cacophony of their rejection. Desperation echoed in her heart, but the veil of darkness shrouded their minds, sealing her fate.
In that fateful moment, as the guards rushed to her side, it became clear: in their profound fear of the unknown, they extinguished the only spark of hope that could have illuminated their lives. The somberness consumed her, silencing the voice that sought to liberate them from their self-imposed shackles.
And thus, in the depths of the cavern, the echoes of her spirit faded, leaving behind a haunting reminder of what could have been—a testament to the eternal struggle between nimbus and darkness, knowledge and ignorance, freedom and confinement.
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