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Finished cutie commission for @vampy-witch-moth
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Figures it'd be on one of the few days recently where I actually feel stable that I'd get hit with the stress of finding out, via a google calendar event invite btw, that my parents are planning to evict me soon if I don't figure out how to move out myself first...
At the store debating if I need a new ortus... 11in isn't too- hm? hold on, why is my ear bleeding?
Good morning! You made the unfortunate mistake of showing up in my notifs and now I will treat your blog as if it’s my dash to show you my appreciation!! :) /silly
So you're the one blowing up my notifications! XD
I'm not used to being so perceived, but you're more than welcome here!
Can we talk about how Matthias Nonius has history with the saint of duty? Further than that, can we talk about how Pyrrha Dve calls him a "mad sweetheart"?? Matthias only knows the title 'saint of duty', he doesn't know the lyctors names which means he couldn't have met Pyrrha while she was still properly alive.
I just-- ugh as fascinated as I am by the story as it is in the present, there's such intriguing history to this series!
Having just wrapped up Harrow the Ninth on my Locked Tomb series reread, I find I'm struck by the parallels and foils contained in Mercymorn and Augustine's arcs. Specifically after having context from Nona the Ninth. Felt like doing a bit of ramble about this topic to get my thoughts out, so bear with me and my perspective here... (spoilers for both Harrow the Ninth and Nona the Ninth, clearly)
First I want to point out how interesting it is that while we get loads of explanation and reason for their perspectives and behaviors, we don't truly *see* any of their arc because its all happened hundreds to thousands of years before we "meet" them. An unseen character arc is fascinating by itself. Anyway, as addressed in NtN we know that both Mercy and Augustine were extremely ride-or-die with John, even literally so! John's cause becomes their cause or simply was from the start, and everything they're trying to accomplish revolves around saving humanity and the earth itself, at the defiance of the trillionaires who would rather take their wins and leave everything else behind. They address and deal with lies and betrayal over their science, over the FTL travel, and over the waves of ships that are to provide the exodus of humanity. In the face of this they are willing to die for what might be their only answer left, Johns necromancy. At the end of it all, John goes on an uncontrollable power and vengeance trip to stop the trillionaires from leaving, destroying and killing the solar system in the process, while failing to catch his prey. Thus skipping ahead (in time) to HtN, we come to John, Mercymorn, and Augustine, ten thousand years or so after the resurrection. We come to understand that after tens of thousands of years they have been carrying the weight of a lie that killed their friends. Living an immortal life burdened by lies and betrayal, with grief overlaid on top. This, This is where it happens. Mercymorn and Augustine, wiped of their memories and understanding of their pre-resurrection selves, maintain an attitude that would come to make them foils of themselves, and perpetuate a theme of vengeance that brings only more grief. They form a plan to learn the truth, form a plan that requires a perfect scenario that will never happen to kill their god emperor. The truth stumbles into their hands and with grief in their hearts from Johns lies, the very man they died to protect ages before, Mercy ends up killing him. Even in the creation of this plan and the execution of confronting him, they both become foils to their original selves, which John even points out before his death; declaring that Augustine's old self would, "tear [his] throat out" for trying to stop Johns crusade, for trying to cease his fighting back against the lies and betrayal which John still remembers, that his friends died in front of him for. On this path of vengeance they are somewhat blinded to the fact that the Nine Houses will suffer for it. They take action, suggesting after the fact that they instead salvage what's left, and help it gently fall apart. Mercy declares after the Emperor is dead "We always planned for a mass evacuation … but I had my moment … and I took it." echoing (in my mind) a parallel to John himself, who had his moment and took it, dropping every other plan, letting bombs fall on the world he was trying to save and eating it instead; choosing to save it after the fact. The grief is real and it is myriads strong, but in some way it feels petty and hollow. Mercy pursues vengeance in the face of this grief, against one man, at the cost of her people; at the cost of very real lives, diminished as they may be. We never see how they really got here. We don't see the years intervening between the apocalypse that killed everything and the arrival of Harrowhark. But with many of the answers told in the framework of the timeline, its interesting to see them seemingly repeat themselves in such a wholly different context. I acknowledge that this merely my own perspective, and its bound to be flawed. I also want to acknowledge that the scenario presented in these books would realistically be bewilderingly difficult to navigate. These are thoughts that came into my mind about it, and if you read all this id be open to any discussion about it.
Can't stop thinking about how much I NEED Alecto the Ninth to have a reprise of Harrow coming out of the barrier in the Avulsion test somewhere in the beginning when Harrow passes out.
I need to have Gideon panicked and calling to Harrow when she realizes that she is practically dropping on the spot after everything that happened before she came back to herself. (y'know, *after* the whole 'get in line thou big slut')
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btw that trans woman definitely missed out on a lot of experiences her peers had growing up
so invite her. seek her out. include her.
she wants to make new friends but you need to tell her you do too
parents will be like "We're good parents! We did our best!" while their child is alone in their room, terrified of footsteps, unable to conceptualize being loved by anyone.
parents will literally ruin a child's life a dozen times over and break any hope of ever being seen as a person instead of a burden and instill them with a lifelong aversion to ever taking up space or making noise or using resources or existing and then be like "i know i wasn't perfect but you must understand i did my best" and demand your forgiveness
i’m obsessed with harrowhark nonagesimus
you ever feel like you were born with something rotten inside you and if people get close enough they’re gonna find out
transfem dollgirl who loves to be picked up and carried around the house.
ok but from the lonely trans girls perspective everyone around her keeps leaving her and never having any genuine interest in her in the first place
The black areas represent the remaining natural dark skies in the United States
I’ve been in the middle of the ocean at night and now live in texas and it is so hard to explain to people that no, they have not ever seen the night sky. It is so hard to explain to people that what they think is a proper night sky is fucking pathetic. A disgrace.
People talk about how you can’t see stars in the city and yeah, that’s true, but their concept of “seeing stars” is being able to make out orion’s belt.
So, so few people have see the sky in all its glory and it’s not sad. It’s a fucking crime. Seeing a perfectly dark night, no clouds, not a hint of light pollution? That’s a fucking religious experience.
The sky the vast vast majority of us grew up with is not the sky that inspired us to look up. It is not the sky that inspired constellations. You can’t even see most constellations.
Your ancestors looked at the night sky and said “surely, that is where the gods must live.” And you might be lucky if you can see hardly more than a handful of stars.
The sky is full, fucking FULL, of stars, and you’ve never seen them.
I remember the first time I saw a properly dark sky and was like ‘oh that’s why it’s called the milky way’ and promptly started to cry
When we were on a field trip to the middle of the red sea, I remember us all crowding at the end of the boat that didn’t have lights and just lying on our backs and staring
When you see a properly dark starscape
You understand why people wrote poems and made up legends and built rockets and said heaven’s in the sky
The universe is infinite. So are the stars
I’m trying to find a picture on google images to show you what I mean and I can’t find any
You think of the night sky like fairy lights on black velvet, but it’s not it’s not it’s like, like, dust in sunlight, like - I can’t find the words.
The stars are everywhere, like sugar, like glitter, like dust. You can’t find the constellations at first, not because you can’t recognise them, but because there’s so many stars you can’t pick out the familiar line of Orion’s belt. The North star has gone from bright familiarity to almost vanishing among a thousand, a hundred thousand, a million other lights. The milky way is a line of light arcing across the sky like a moon-trail on water only infinitely, infinitely bigger.
And for the first time in your life you’ll understand why people call it a dome, because it is, it’s three dimensional in exactly the way a city skyscape isn’t.
You’ll understand why Luthien Tinúviel danced under starlight, not moonlight, why people in a time before we knew the earth was round still looked up and wondered and built telescopes and dreamed about the stars.
The stars are endless and ancient and infinite and you will stand with your head craned back and your rucksack forgotten at your feet and you’ll feel like you’re falling upwards into that great bright sky like it’s calling you home and you’ll wonder how you ever thought the stars were beautiful before tonight when all you’d ever seen were the naked empty skyscapes of your home. And you’ll cry and you’ll spend the rest of your time there gazing up and wondering and imagining what it would be like to stand among those bright silver flecks
And then you’ll come home, and look up, and fall in a different kind of love with that handful of blazing stars to stubborn to be outdone by the whole of human invention, leading you home despite the light pollution and the clouds and the endless bustle of this shrinking planet.
this is not a shot from a space telescope overlayed behind a woods, or anything. that’s not the sky as kepler or hubble or james webb see it. that’s the sky from a dark sky park in michigan. that’s the view you are missing out on from right here on earth. that’s the view that has been stolen from you.
This is why we call it light pollution.
And I feel this way also about silence. You don’t know what silence is. None of us do. I think the only true silence in this century was when Covid was first recognised and everything STOPPED for a couple days. And we saw the sea recover in those two days, and by its absence saw what damage sound was doing particularly in the sea.
But then it started again.
Infrasound is one of the most insidious forms of industrial pollution, of environmental bigotry, and the least studied, and the least cared about. “Oh, only 1% of the population will notice” that’s millions of people who can feel the vibrations, who have no escape from it.
I long for silence as much as I long for darkness. The world is too bright and too loud, and too few people care.