#so so cold

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Small color doodle before bed…:>>>

Rain…

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another snippet of the torse ep15 thing (even more queen L) i think i fixed the ellipses problem (it was scrivener) but full tl below

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“If the Straka harmed Her Majesty, then in long years she has come to command that which harmed her,” the subject of the Queen of Zern { -… --- -.. -.-- / ..-. --- .-. / - …. . / .-- .-. .- .. - …. } [Torse of the Aganti Zernai] tells [Marya] Marya { -- .- .-. -.-- .- } and cuts the last rope [his friend has been clutching to keep him with her].

{ -… ..- - / - …. . / --. .. .-. .-.. / -.. .. . -.. / .- -. -.. / - …. . / .-- .-. .- .. - …. / --. .-. . .-- / - .. .-. . -.. / --- ..-. / .-- .- .. - .. -. --. }

[Torse remembers clasping the hand reaching out to him in a firm handshake and telling Maxwell, “I have never felt a stronger hand of flesh. Whatever they teach at Revington, the world should know.”]

The servant of the Queen ascends with the balloon [and their comrades are now racing onto the Zephyr as Marya, collapsed to the deck, stares into the clouds with haunted eyes.

With his iron heart tainted and his golden heart shattered, he had been unable to soften his words into anything other than the absolute truth. Marya’s] … . .-. …- . / -.-- --- ..- .-. / --.- ..- . . -. [is Zern’s] .--. .-. --- - . -.-. - / - …. . / --. --- .-.. -.. . -. / …. . .- .-. -

… . .-. …- . / -.-- --- ..- .-. / --.- ..- . . -. / .--. .-. --- - . -.-. - / - …. . / …. . .- .-. - / … . .-. …- . / -.-- --- ..- .-. / --.- ..- . . -. / .--. .-. --- - . -.-. - / - …. . / …. . .- .-. - / … . .-. …- . / -.-- --- ..- .-. / --.- ..- . . -. / .--. .-. --- - . -.-. - / - …. . / …. . .- .-. -

[Torse wishes he were more grateful for the distance that continues to grow between his blades and his comrades as the balloon rises through the air unimpeded, but as the features of Marya’s face become harder to make out all he can feel is dread.

Even decay generates heat, but Torse does not dread decay. He dreads { … …. . / -.. .-. . .- -.. … } its aftermath, when there is nothing left for the tyrant to destroy and all that remains is a waste{ .-- .- … - . .-.. .- -. -.. }land and everyone he has fought for is gone { --. --- -. . } forever. He dreads { … …. . / -.. .-. . .- -.. … } the empty cavity where a heart used to tick { -… . .- - } and the darkness where ocular lights { . -.-- . … } used to shine.

He dreads { … …. . / -.. .-. . .- -.. … } the cold of unmoving metal and a body-less heart as some of the brightest spots of his weary life shrink in the distance.

But what he is dreading { … …. . / -.. .-. . .- -.. . -.. } the most is the ever-closer realization that no one is coming{- --- / … .- …- . / -- .}]

A bullet rips through the balloon.

The enemy combatant [Daisuke Bucklesby] who shot sends a harpoon that glances off the fabric. Air leaks from the bullet hole.

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Full passage with the Morse code TL below :)

“If the Straka harmed Her Majesty, then in long years she has come to command that which harmed her,” the subject of the Queen of Zern {BODY FOR THE WRAITH} [Torse of the Aganti Zernai] tells [Marya] Marya {MARYA} and cuts the last rope [his friend has been clutching to keep him with her].

{BUT THE GIRL DIED AND THE WRAITH GREW TIRED OF WAITING}

[Torse remembers clasping the hand reaching out to him in a firm handshake and telling Maxwell, “I have never felt a stronger hand of flesh. Whatever they teach at Revington, the world should know.”]

The servant of the Queen ascends with the balloon [and their comrades are now racing onto the Zephyr as Marya, collapsed to the deck, stares into the clouds with haunted eyes.

With his iron heart tainted and his golden heart shattered, he had been unable to soften his words into anything other than the absolute truth. Marya’s] SERVE YOUR QUEEN [is Zern’s] PROTECT THE GOLDEN HEART

SERVE YOUR QUEEN PROTECT THE HEART SERVE YOUR QUEEN PROTECT THE HEART SERVE YOUR QUEEN PROTECT THE HEART

[Torse wishes he were more grateful for the distance that continues to grow between his blades and his comrades as the balloon rises through the air unimpeded, but as the features of Marya’s face become harder to make out all he can feel is dread.

Even decay generates heat, but Torse does not dread decay. He dreads {SHE DREADS} its aftermath, when there is nothing left for the tyrant to destroy and all that remains is a waste{WASTELAND}land and everyone he has fought for is gone {GONE} forever. He dreads {SHE DREADS} the empty cavity where a heart used to tick {BEAT} and the darkness where ocular lights {EYES} used to shine.

He dreads {SHE DREADS} the cold of unmoving metal and a body-less heart as some of the brightest spots of his weary life shrink in the distance.

But what he is dreading {SHE DREADED} the most is the ever-closer realization that no one is coming{TO SAVE ME}]

A bullet rips through the balloon.

The enemy combatant [Daisuke Bucklesby] who shot sends a harpoon that glances off the fabric. Air leaks from the bullet hole.

REPAIR THE BALLOON PROTECT THE HEART REPAIR THE BALLOON PROTECT THE HEART

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shoutout to this passage (& TL) i edited to be more internal battley

The subject [Torse] { … ..- -… .--- . -.-. - } [a warrior] of [the rebellion against] the Queen { .-- .-. .- .. - …. / …. .- ..- -. - .. -. --. } [tyrant responsible for the destruction] { …. . .-. / -… ..- .-. .. .- .-.. / --. .-. --- ..- -. -.. } of Zern [his home] says he is [unable to escape] “Serving my queen.”

-.-- --- ..- .-. / .--. ..- .-. .--. --- … . / .. … / - --- / … . .-. …- . / -.-- --- ..- .-. / --.- ..- . . -.

The subject [Torse] {SUBJECT} [a warrior] of [the rebellion against] the Queen {WRAITH HAUNTING} [tyrant responsible for the destruction] {HER BURIAL GROUND} of Zern [his home] says he is [unable to escape] “Serving my queen.”

YOUR PURPOSE IS TO SERVE YOUR QUEEN

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This has been so fun to write! Mostly I'm sharing rn because I like this section :] and don't wanna jump the gun by publishing what I already have on ao3. So it goes here lol

but ohhhh man especially after I edited what I already had to create more of a distinction between THE QUEEN commanding her servant and {LUDMILLA} haunting [Torse's] mind this has become an exercise in editing and thinking in layers.

I really like the tragedy of Mila and how there's a part of her that only Marya can hear. I love how bitter that part is. But I also really truly believe that what Torse experiences in episode 15 is horror.

I've seen some interpretations of Torse's POV being really completely self-hating during episode 15, and that may be revealed to be true, but I think as a rebel who has been fighting against the queen for who knows how long Torse (if there's any part of him that's conscious) would not be giving his invader any more vulnerability than he has to.

And I think he would also emotionally strengthen in the face of her threat. The points where he's been insecure are related to those he venerates (like Comfrey) or sees as vulnerable & soft ("frivolous"), he would rally against his oppressor and respect the hard decision of someone he sees as an equal. Maxwell choosing the heart is a sound decision for the fate of all their worlds. It was powering the engine and the Queen wants it desperately.

I think 10000% in a wartime scenario like that Torse, who sees himself as part of a whole operation and specifically asked Maxwell to help save Zern, would tell Max "I always considered you a friend" not as an expression of betrayal but as a way to encompass, in this tiny moment of lucidity, the immense impact Max has had on his life.

To say it before he can't so that Max KNOWS no matter what the extent to which Torse, a hardened world-weary warrior who hates frivolity, values him. It's acceptance and catharsis, even if the words would have haunted Max if Torse died in that moment.

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@oneandonlywhalesharklover

Set aside some time, as I have an important inquiry for you.

Say one were to encounter a slimy, grotesque, nauseating monster leaping aboard the ship and attacking them point blank...

How would one then handle said monster flopping aimlessly on deck? Note that the ideal solution would be not to touch it.

[vivid-vices]

70 degrees in a sweatshirt and sweatpants under the comforter and i can't stop fucking shivering

[pisc3s-baby]

It’s 15°c outside and I am freezing my tits off 😭

[freckledchocobobutt]

you know when you're wearing socks and you step in... wet

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[hazzabeeforlou]

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