#work: divine intervention

[twinstxrs]

the scene of fabian and gorgug seeing the reflections of yolanda & lucy as kristen lays them to rest… the look on lou’s face. the kindness of the act. kristen applebees, one of the most gifted clerics the world has ever seen.

[pratchettquotes]

"But since you raise the subject, Moist, what were you doing with your life before the citizens of Ankh-Morpork greeted you with open palms?"

"Surviving," said Moist. "In Uberwald the old empire was breaking up. It was not unusual for a government to change twice over lunch. I worked at anything I could to make a living. By the way, I think you meant 'arms' back there."

"And when you got here you impressed the gods so much that they led you to a treasure trove so that you could rebuild our post office."

"I'm very humble about that," said Moist, trying to look it.

Terry Pratchett, Making Money

[a2zillustration]

You weren't going to talk your way out of this one, Croissant.

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[luxrayz64]

do u ever in your mind have a vision so beautiful you mourn that it doesnt exist and then remember that u can draw. anyway heres the glass coffin scene if they were pikmin

[anarchypumpkincowboy]

Saint Kristen Applebees, former chosen one of Helio, who died in service to Helio her first day of freshman year fighting side by side with her party, who met her god and decided he was a douchebag, who eventually went on to aid and revive her new god Cassandra, the goddess of doubt, who lost Cassandra but is still holding on to the pieces of her left because doubt saved Kristen’s life so she’ll save Cassandra

Buddy Dawn, current cleric of Helio, who does not die from fighting with his party, who dies because of his party, because of a trap his party set, who seems to want to do right but who is so deeply held in his convictions, so deeply indoctrinated that Doubt cannot touch him

[patchworksoul808]

Okay I’ve been holding onto this dang thing for long enough, I’m releasing it into the world at large

[workingwhileidream]

I am not a religious person but blimey, if I don't believe in Dice Christ after that.

[theic-manic]

Divine timing in 2024

I've been reflecting on 2024, and so far, all I can feel is gratitude for what didn't work out & what was delayed because I couldn't deal with my father's passing otherwise.

I'm grateful that my new job fell through and that I was able to return to my original employer of 11 years because there's no way that I can deal with this while at the other place.

I'm glad that 9 months of training for a promotion that meant to commence in July was pushed back to October. The extra money can wait.

I'm even grateful for the stressful events at work that had me undertaking unwitting acts of devotion for Apollo, Ares & Hermes because that allowed me to compartmentalise until yesterday.

Now I'll be taking a week off as bereavement & compassionate leave the week before 4 weeks annual leave, back at work October 8th.

I'm grateful for Apollo making me speed run years worth of growth & lessons over the past 2 months to make room for the shadow work and deep healing to come.

I'm grateful to have reconnected with an ex lover from high school just over a week ago after I underwent some shadow work on my childhood trauma because they've just been so incredibly loving and supportive.

I'm grateful for all the delays and cancellations in life because I've always been exactly where I need to be when I need to be there my entire life.

So whenever things are paused or pushed back I breathe, preparing myself for what's coming.

That said, this Neptune + Saturn + Mercury Retrograde August has been a fucking brutal growth catalyst.

[ilynpilled]

i know people mostly take note of jaime being associated with the warrior & the maiden because of the whole huge gender extravaganza that is going on with j/c/b but i love how he also seems to be strongly connected to the stranger throughout the text. other than all this, he has the death motif (death of the boy, scythe sword chops hand/rebirth, aerys, ilyn the executioner, the bear, stoneheart, cersei, hooded figures in his dreams, the ghosts etc) along with the dance with death thing. when he refers to himself as “a stranger in my own house,” in the next few chapters he gifts oathkeeper to brienne and aids her in working against his family’s interests, the major color symbolism shift starts: crimson/gold vs white, and frees tyrion which leads to the death of his father and the head of his house (he told the corpse. “The blood on his hands as much as… Tyrion’s.” The blood on his hands as much as mine, he meant to say.) and i think we can all guess what else is coming when it concerns jaime embodying the stranger in the future. i like that cersei “all the time was the stranger” to jaime, and he comes to that epiphany and continues diverging from her, and he “has become” it for cersei, but she is not aware of it, like she doesn’t think he means her death. and i am sure it is meant to be loaded that the character who is the primary deconstruction of knighthood/the kingsguard in the series also embodies the stranger (he certainly fulfills the role of executioner & judgement in some form, and i do like these layers when it comes to the medieval narrative of “it is ‘god’ who shall judge tyrants, not anyone else” which can also serve as a tool for class stratification, and avoiding the precedent of sovereignty being challenged. it is touched on in different ways in the text) but i dont have my thoughts together enough about this lol. we do know george is an agnostic:

"I suppose l'm a lapsed Catholic. You would consider me an atheist or agnostic. I find religion and spirituality fascinating. I would like to believe this isn't the end and there's something more, but I can't convince the rational part of me that that makes any sense whatsoever. [...] And as for the gods, l've never been satisfied by any of the answers that are given. If there really is a benevolent loving god, why is the world full of rape and torture? Why do we even have pain?”

his view is verbatim jaime’s argument: “If there are gods, why is the world so full of pain and injustice?” and the whole conversation parallels brienne’s statement: “Jaime Lannister murdered the rightful king […] Where were the gods then? The gods don’t care about men…”

but george is absolutely not a nihilist in any way, so i think much of it is about placing human agency at the center of all this, and it is some kind of discussion when it comes to karmic or divine intervention. he is half a corpse too. a man is a man, not god. and a man is “whatever he chose.” it is man who acts, not gods.

[sebastianmercier]

Fun game: read the first two chapters of The Picture of Dorian Gray while dissecting Dorian, Basil, and Lord Henry’s characters and sorting them into two columns marked ‘Garak’ and ‘Bashir’.

[megastrikeback]

Normal lesbian couple with nothing suspiscious about their fathers <3

[1tsjusty0u]

actually wait how does being the chieftain for kakariko in botw work

[cityandking]

> be daichi > explode and die > spend three years in the abyss > get out and immediately return home to see your dad and the world u left behind months/years ago being eaten by the void > enter said void > get in a fight with a beholder thing > lose your single source of protection against the void and pray for help but have to choose between saving your boyfriend or your sibling-of-choice as the darkness closes in. you can only save one of them > get the hdywtdt against the beholder thing > briefly regress to the horrible war-drenched thing you were in the abyss as you burn it to obsidian and ash > Everything Is Totally Fine

[a2zillustration]

I carried this thing for MONTHS with the EXPRESS PURPOSE of putting Raphael in it (knowing full well Larian wouldn't let me do that, mechanically) and I had one major miscalculation.

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[echo-goes-mmm]

Divine Intervention AU #6

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His heart leaped into his throat. Elliot whirled around. The man behind him was as tall as Master, head and shoulders above him. He had dark hair and luminous blue eyes. 

Elliot scrambled back, but the pond stopped him from getting far. His eyes darted back and forth, and there was no way he could make it around the stranger without getting grabbed. He thought about calling out for Master Ambrose, but would he be angry at being interrupted?

The stranger stepped forward, frowning. Too late.

“Wait, wait please, I belong to someone already, please,” he begged.

The man put up his hands. “I’m not going to touch you- Wait, belong?” the man furrowed his brow, “What are you talking about? Has someone hurt you?”

Elliot trembled, shaking his head as tears welled up.

The man inched forward, and Elliot fought the urge to jump in the pond, even though he couldn’t swim anyway.

The man sat near him, offering out a hand, palm up, as if Elliot was a kitten to be coaxed.

“I’m Cato.”

“...Elliot.” He started at the hand, unsure what to do. Eventually Cato took it back and something in Elliot’s gut unwound a bit.

“Who brought you here? Mortals can’t exactly wander in.”

“Ambrose, sir.”

“How interesting.”

Elliot really wanted that collar right now. But to his relief, he saw Ambrose come over from the corner of his eye.

“Cato, are you bothering Elliot?” said Master, his tone light hearted. But as he came closer, his face fell. 

“What happened?”

“Unfortunately, I’ve scared him quite thoroughly,” said Cato. He turned towards Elliot. “I apologize.”

“It’s fine, sir,” Elliot squeaked.

“I didn’t realize you were interested in mortals, Ambrose. Why didn’t you introduce us?”

“It’s not like that, Cato.” Ambrose rubbed the back of his neck.

Cato cocked his head. “I don’t understand. Are you two not romantically involved?”

Elliot flinched. 

“No. It’s a long story, and not really your business.”

“Fair enough,” said Cato. He didn’t seem bothered at all that Ambrose basically called him nosy, and Elliot wondered if they were friends. 

“Would you have dinner with me tonight?” asked Cato, a smile on his face. Maybe they were more than friends?

“Not tonight,” said Master, glancing at Elliot. Elliot looked away, focusing on the glittery fish. Master couldn’t have dinner with Cato because of him. Guilt swirled in his gut. He’d promised himself he’d be perfect for Ambrose, and already he was failing. 

“Ah, well. There’s always Emry. I owe him a date, anyway.”

Cato got to his feet. “It was nice to meet you, Elliot,” he called as he wandered off, presumably to ask this Emry person to dinner.

“Goodbye, sir.”

“I’m sorry. I should have introduced you to the others instead of throwing you to the wolves.” What? Masters didn’t apologize to slaves. Then again, maybe Elliot really was a pet. Plenty of people apologized to their dogs when they stepped on their tails. It must be similar, at least to Ambrose.

Master had moved closer to him, and Elliot couldn’t help but lean against him. It had felt so nice, aside from the terror, when Ambrose petted his hair in the temple. To his delight, Ambrose began to scritch at his scalp. He sighed into it, and Ambrose chuckled a little.

“Do you want to feed the fish?”

“Hm? I mean, yes please, Master.”

Ambrose sat down next to him. He summoned a small sac of dried peas, and handed them to Elliot. They sat together, watching the fish and casting handfuls of peas into the pond.

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[leavingautumn13]

spelljammer comic wip w...tuesday

when i say my roughs are incomprehensible i mean it

anyway, she stole that cat