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irving b man that u are

i'm literally the priest's favorite sacrificial lamb because i am so docile and sweet and i hold very still when they put the rope around my neck and i trot along so happily while they lead me to the altar and they do not even have to tie me down because i lie so very still and only bleat once or twice in my lovely lamb voice and when the knife comes down it cuts through me like butter and i offer no resistance and i bleed so prettily all over my new white wool and my guts all unspool like the most beautiful shining yarn and my eyes are animal and dumb and hold no accusation and every time i die i come right back as another little lamb because the priest loves me so so much and he always chooses me for the sacrifice every time and he always places one hand on my small and twitching nose to calm me while he lifts the knife and he doesn't do it for the other lambs only me because i'm his favorite

me when the wheel of time turns and ages come and pass

anyone done this yet

Okay but I've been thinking about this more, about how the Aes Sedai are so similar to the bene gesserit.

It is so amazing to me all the media that has taken inspiration from dune so directly

Now I have not read the books, and do not know in what ways the show diverges from the source material

But I got to say, the wheel of time season finale was a play by play of dune (of which I have read)

Like, the foretold chief of a desert people, who was not raised amongst those people, yet swiftly learns their ways, who can wield great powers and see the history of that people, and brings water to the desert

That IS Paul Muad'dib Atreides

Medieval-inspired hairstyles

Born of fire, never been

Black clouds of smoke hung heavy in the sky and smothered the last light of day. The earth still glowed from the fury of battle, ash danced through the air like shadows of the past.

She stood alone. No crown, no cloak - only the scars of war on her skin.

She had won. All enemies had fallen, every threat had been extinguished.

But the cost was unspeakable. Even her own people had been swept away by the violence that had been unleashed - lost in a storm that she herself had ignited.

The island was hers - but what was once alive now lay in ashes. No rejoicing, no shouting, no life. Just scorched earth and a painful silence.

And in this silence she stood - victor of a war she had paid too dearly for.

She felt the wind on her skin, tasted the dust in the air, felt the weight of her guilt - alive, deep, human.

But above her, strange apparitions flickered in the sky - pixelated, erratic, artificial. She did not see them.

She didn't realise that she was just a game character, created in a virtual world. A simulation of life, characterised by pain and triumph.

For her, everything was real. And maybe… it was. ---------------------- Done in Illustrator and Photoshop

the streets named after people from mistborn era 1 in era 2 is so funny. like these are figures of legend. and also street names. imagine survivor street. tensoon avenue. vin road

guy from cowboy game