#ilsed

[emiko-matsui]

just saw how brian whats the most fucked up way I can spell this npcs name murphy claims ilsed is spelled

[thefandomcassandra]

Ok I have multiple separate fic suggestions, 1. Ilsed 2. Galad (something after his resurrection in Shadowfell would be cool) 3. Bev IV and V

Love me some multiple choice non. Fuck yeah!

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He hadn't wanted to hurt anyone. He hadn't meant for this to happen. He just wanted to help.

(Lies. You wanted, more than anything, to be noticed.)

But that wasn't him. That was a lich wearing his skin, using his name. He only wanted to ease Erdan's suffering and bring his parents back.

(Your name, their lips. It's exactly what you asked for. And Erdan doesn't suffer because Erdan doesn't remember.)

It's like watching through a fishbowl; he can watch and hear but he can't interact, even if he wants to. And he does. So many lives are ruined by that thing wearing his face.

(No one remembers Ilsed the student. Everyone speaks of Ilsed the Necromancer. The one who assisted the Legendary Heroes and betrayed them in one move. The one who ascended to the throne of the Nine Hells. You're nothing and reviled. An enigma. Isn't that interesting?)

He just wanted to be of some worth. He wanted to do something noteworthy. Not this. Never this.

(But you are of worth. You're worth a whole Plane of Existence. Two, if this goes well. The whole Planar System if it is exceptional. And you are remembered. Even if it's the last thing on their lips, there are thousands of folks who have had your name on their lips.)

(Be proud, Ilsed, for the false idol you've created. Watch them bow to the golden calf and bleed among the burning bushes.)

(No one will forget you now.)

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"I want my mother back you sonovabitch."

Galad inhales sharply, choking up black bile and clotted blood. His hands reach for his throat and find only pale skin, cold, but whole. Wiping his mouth, he takes breath after shaky breath, reveling in the fact that he's alive.

And then he knows he's not.

His Light, his goddess Thiala, calls to him with Her holy voice and it burns him. Tears his form apart from the inside out. He is marked as undead. Unholy. But She names him nonetheless.

"Galad Rosell, my champion," She says, and each word is stigmata, whips across his back and his soul. "You have another chance."

"Anything." There has never been anyone who has loved Her as much as Galad does, so when he says this, he means it. He would wash Her feet with his hair if it meant She knew the extent of his devotion.

"Take Shadowfell. Take the monsters within and command them. Move them to wipe those who would rebuke Me from the map." Her words are fire, burning, tearing, be-not-afraid. "Only when Bahumia is united will Ilsed fall. Only when Bahumia is united under Me will it be safe."

"Of course, my Light!" Almost as an afterthought, he asks, question a pillar of salt, burning against a dying landscape. "How will I do this?"

"I have given you form here. Pale and undead, so they will not bother you. Infiltrate their ranks, depose their King, and take his crown for Me and My cause."

"Thank you." He is weeping blood and ichor. His body leaks death with each holy proclamation. He is a fig tree, beaten by every syllable She speaks.

"And take this with you. It will be useful." A dark chain materializes in front of him and he grabs on to it with one gauntleted hand. As he clutches the chain, a bound spirit manifests on the other end and he can't help but laugh at the stuttering echo of a person that he's been gifted. "Do not fail."

"Of course, my Light." She would have him, unholy leper, at Her table? He is so blessed by Her love. And She gave him a fine gift!

He yanks the chain attached to Lydia Stormborn and smiles. He has a kingdom to take. She has willed it so.

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They worry about young Beverly.

Not that they think Captain Toegold would hurt his son. Never that! They have nothing but the utmost respect for their captain! He treats everyone the same.

But that's the problem, isn't it? That he treats everyone equally. Including his son.

Young Beverly gets a pat on the shoulder when other children get hugs. Young Beverly gets criticism where other children would get praise. Young Beverly gets swordfighting lessons where other children would get music lessons or just time to be kids.

Captain Toegold is raising a soldier, not a son, no matter how hard Martha pushes back the other way.

They worry about Young Beverly.

They worry he won't be a child.

They worry he will go off to war young and die young and that will be the way of the Toegold line.

They worry that he will take his father's mantle because that's what's expected and neither of them will be able to communicate why it's fucked up.

They worry that their captain knows something they don't. That he can see something brewing in the distant future. Something they're blind to.

They worry that he's preparing to die.

They worry for young Beverly but also for Captain Toegold.

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NADDPOD? NADDPOD.

[emiko-matsui]

ilsed: explaining all the plot and plot twist about the shows main villain

me fully in tears: ERDAN WAS COOL?!?!?!?!?!

[sushiandstilettos]

Getest: Wimperverlenging bij Ilse D. Esthetiek

Ook niet gezegend met lange, volle wimpers én daarboven nog eens extreem onhandig met valse wimpers? Welcome to my world! In het verleden had ik al eens wimperextensions uitgeprobeerd en ik was er helemaal weg van! Het ging om een individuele wimperverlening: natuurlijke haartjes die wimper voor wimper werden aangebracht. Het enige minpuntje was de prijs: 99 euro voor 2 weken lange wimpers vind ik een beetje te duur. 

Zoals jullie misschien wel weten, ben ik mede-organisatrice van Miss Shopping Flanders, en voor de finale wou ik écht graag opnieuw mooie, lange wimpers. Dus begon ik mijn online zoektocht naar een budgetvriendelijke oplossing en kwam ik terecht op de website van Ilse D Esthetiek. Zij bieden wimperverlengingen met trosjes aan, voor 25 euro! Zelfde effect voor een mini prijsje? Yes, please!

Dus ik maakte een afspraak bij Ilse D. Esthetiek en werd zeer hartelijk verwelkomd in haar cosy schoonheidsinstituut. Ilse legde zorgvuldig uit hoe ze te werk zou gaan, en toonde de verschillende wimperformaten: medium, large, extra large. Ik wou vooral een naturel effect, dus werd er gekozen voor een combinatie van medium lashes als basis, en enkele large lashes als buitenste wimpers. Eerst werden mijn wimpers gereinigd en vervolgens kon Ilse starten met het aanbrengen van de trosjes.

Een enorm pluspunt van deze manier van wimperverlenging is dat het zeer vlot vooruit gaat: na een kwartiertje zaten alle trosjes op z’n plaats! Even laten drogen en vervolgens werden “mijn” wimpers zwart geverfd. Hierdoor krijg je een instant mascara-effect, waardoor ik eigenlijk nauwelijks iets aan mijn wimpers moest doen tijdens het maquilleren. Extra mascara aanbrengen mag en lukt perfect, zolang je maar een make-up remover zonder olie gebruikt achteraf.

Ik kreeg heel wat complimenten over m’n wimpers en ze bleven 10 dagen lang prachtig. Op dag 11 begonnen enkele wimpers aan mijn rechteroog los te komen, maar dit was volgens mij grotendeels te wijten aan het feit dat ik 1. op m’n rechterzij slaap en 2. omdat ik die ochtend toen ik net wakker was keihard, zonder er bij na te denken in mijn oog begon te wrijven. Stom, stom, stom! Ik verwijderde de loszittende wimpers gemakkelijk met een oogmake-up remover mét olie. Toch was ik benieuwd hoe lang de wimpers zouden gebleven zijn mocht ik niet zo lomp geweest zijn, dus liet ik bij wijze van experiment de wimpers aan mijn linkeroog zitten. (Gelukkig moest ik me toch thuis opsluiten om m’n thesis te schrijven!) En ik heb ze nog 8 dagen zonder probleem laten zitten, vooraleer ik vond dat het toch echt wel tijd was om eens deftig buiten te komen.

Conclusie: wimperverlengingen met trosjes, ik ben er echt fan van! Ideaal voor een speciale gelegenheid, en je hebt er nadien nog ruim 2 weken genot van. Daarnaast heb ik echt keiveel tijd uitgespaard ’s ochtends in de badkamer, want ik zag er met lange wimpers een heel pak deftiger uit dan wanneer ik normaal uit mijn bed strompel. Dat alleen al vind in zeker 25 euro waard!

XO

Marie Laurence

Ilse D Esthetiek: Sint Lievenslaan 95, 9000 Gent - www.ilsed.be - https://www.facebook.com/esthetiek.ilsed

Bedankt aan Natwork en Jan Huyzentruyt voor de enige 2 kwalitatieve foto's in dit artikel. Mijn excuses voor de mindere kwaliteit van de overige foto's, i really need to buy a good camera soon!