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Dark Blood and Light Masterlist
Throughout this story I am going to add a few new songs, so do not be surprised if the Spotify playlist will gain a few more. As a fun fact, I actually listened to these songs while reading the actual books (not in the same order, but still every time I listend to them I can’t help but associate them with the shadow and bone books). I hope you enjoy them as well, maybe you’ll listen to them as well while reading the other books.
One song that I couldn’t find on Spotify is „Paint it Black“ a cover by Ciara, but I highly recommend listening to it while reading shadow and bone (especially in the first book)
If you want me to write down all the songs, because you do not have Spotify, you can write me and I will do it as fast as possible.
Bro!? This is the scene of Mr. and Mrs. Tweedy's divorce battle? Who would have thought mr and mrs Tweedy would have a new masterpiece😭
Photograph: "Hell Inspector" (gamebanana.com) (youtube)
Original:
This is just a character simulation
MOD:
![Mrs. Tweedy [Chicken Run] (Lucina c01) [Super Smash Bros. Ultimate] [Mods]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/e82871fa2e2185d71e5b89afd3d3f7f6/9136abec8a1ef274-bc/s1280x1920/3773c05fc2e8f4c2a8c3d95df1925ceb38b5837d.jpg)
![Mr. Tweedy [Chicken Run] (Richter c06) [Super Smash Bros. Ultimate] [Mods]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/31e23267ae2dc4e0290a6fa377aa9fae/9136abec8a1ef274-79/s1280x1920/e1898a05a7bcbc0dc70bf78bf4205f1639dac5c2.jpg)
Episode
Gazing coolly back Flattened eyes to flattened mirror Six steps, fifteen feet To the mattress Ninety degrees, reverse Thin quilted cover over Thin skin over Thin blood in a Thin heart beating One Two Three
H2O means water and O means oxygen And chemical bonds keep Numbers and figures In order and propriety While reactive compounds Scrimmage in cranial nooks Thinner than 37,000 feet
Cannons of yesterday are memory’s wares To reinforce serotonin’s last stand Amygdala Armada is taking heavy losses Five in seven out Thirteen minutes till 3 Means time to prepare the funeral pyre
Tailor Kleenex’s surrender flag in tow Aching eye sockets open shut raise it high And in one last rebellion Fill the stark white dusty face With lacrimal floods, Crumple up And let gravity arrest it into forgetful cellophane
Noticing I’m short on flint The pyre is postponed and Reverse, ninety degrees Deep breath in breath out Apathy allows the sitting silence To shutter the restless eyes And drag themselves to slumber’s lair
The sequel will be better.
where can i find the answer?
It's really hard when you don't have someone you can turn into and ask for help when you are so lost and very confused. I wish there's someone who can answer all my questions right now and stay by my side until i am strong enough to face this challenge... It's scary out there and i wish i am brave like others so that i can get over this. It's gonna be a long battle but with them i bet we can make it through... Coz I have to be strong for them. I have to show them i am strong. I will keep myself from crying in front of them. I promise i'll be their strength and not the cause of their worries... I shouldn't add up to the worries dur to this battle. I am the soldier not the cause. I will give my everything to fight it! I will do everything i can because i love you and you are my life.
Day 14 of this battle: i wish i am there by your side and let you know that i am back and i will stay with you until we overcome this battle. Be strong! My first day of spring semester. i don't know if i can describe it as a beautiful morning for me after reading some bad news... It sucks that i have to smile and laugh yhroug out the day when i know she is suffering from her pains. Why am i always selfish? Why can't i be sensitive? Before i go to bed every night since i learned her condition, i would always pray to God and ask him to give me her pains & make her health improve. Until now, I blame myself for what she's experiencing now. It is all my fault. I became too self-centered, unapppreciative, and insensitive. I lived my life running hurriedly to the future but i also forgot the most special person in my life who loves me the most. I regret it. I really do. And if i can turn back the time, i would definitely work harder for her. She means the world to me and i am sorry that i can't do anything for her. I love her so dearly but we all know that this thing i call 'love' is useless in times like this. I know things are getting serious each day. As much as i want to deny this, but i already had times where i want to give up everything just because i have no chance left. I am just wasting my time instead of doing something for her. I kept on blaming myself and everyone else. I kept whining. I can't even make proper decisions or think straight. I can only cry to myself coz no one can understand how i am hurting right now. I dont even have someone to talk to and share my thoughts on what is happening right now. It is not yet there but i already feel so ALONE. If i can only give up my life for her just to lengthen her life, i definitely will do it. I already hate waking up every morning for i don't know anymore the reason why i am still here. Can i just be by her side coz i really want to make her feel that i am back? Though i never forgot everything about her, i want her to feel that i am back again and we are together til the end just like how we pictured ourselves when i was young. I want to hug her and kiss her and tell her that i love her so much. I want to thank her and care for her just like how she did for me before. I want to tell her that we are together in this battle and i will stay with her until we overcome this. I want all of this to be possible but how?? I don't even have the chance from the start. I lack of everything. I am useless. I want to make more beautiful memories with her. I still want to watch the sun rise with her, enjoy the beauty of the world with her and simply be by her side... All i want is another chance to be with her and make her happy coz she deserves to be happy.
Well. I don't know where this came from, but I love it. I'm really proud honestly. (We'll just ignore the shading on the clothes...) #drawing #sketch #fight #battle #tough #girl #blood #sketch #art #pencil https://www.instagram.com/p/B8e6CY8p7S_/?igshid=yb6kkun9qyoz
Win any battle in two easy steps
Eve, my murderous little baby!
Anima Squad/Battle Bunny Evelynn Fan Concept by gwinshin
Princess In Need
‘What’s a princess without a prince?’ You ask me so casually, so easily Well, historically speaking, stronger, I say And you’d understand me, if your brain wasn’t so measly Yes, you and I grew up with the same stories Oh, a damsel in distress and a prince to rescue her But don’t you see, that’s where the stories end Alone she could have made her life better So let me repaint a canvas for you this…
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Guys look that i turned the characters into a pokémon battle
Arnold the Pitbull (Tiny Toons)
Bonkers D. Bobcat (Bonkers)
.......i so sorry <3
Redraw scene
Feuer! Sperrfeuer! Feuer-Los! Achtung! Deckung! Hinlegen! Halt!! Auf zum Schlachtfeld! Auf zur Front! Und bis zu eurem Tod! 💥💀💣 It's everyones favourite Nazi-Lolita, Tanya the evil from Youjo Senki. After watching the first epidodes, i was amazed by the art style and some of my friends said, that it reminded them of my line art. It was reeeaally fun to draw! Hope you also enjoy some Anime pics! :) #battle #empire #soldier #youjosenki #tanyatheevil #anime #lolita #war #battlefront #germananime #animegirl #blondehair #art #myart #drawing #magicwar #Manga #lizzywizzy #lizzyeatsart
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writing-prompt-s:
Valhalla does not discriminate against the kind of fight you lost. Did you lose the battle with cancer? Maybe you died in a fist fight. Even facing addiction. After taking a deep drink from his flagon, Odin slams his cup down and asks for the glorious tale of your demise!
Oh my god, this is beautiful.
A small child enters Valhalla. The battle they lost was “hiding from an alcoholic father.” Odin sees the flinch when he slams the cup and refrains from doing it again. He hears the child’s pain; no glorious battle this, but one of fear and wretched survival.
He invites the child to sit with him, offers the choicest mead and instructs his men to bring a sword and shield, a bow and arrow, of the very best materials and appropriate size. “Here,” he says, “you will find no man who dares to harm you. But so you will know your own strength, and be happy all your days in Valhalla, I will teach you to use these weapons.”
The sad day comes when another child enters the hall. Odin does not slam his cup; he simply beams with pride as the first child approaches the newcomer, and holds out her bow and quiver, and says “nobody here will hurt you. Everyone will be so proud you did your best, and I’ll teach you to use these, so you always know how strong you are.”
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A young man enters the hall. He hesitates when Odin asks his story, but at long last, it ekes out: skinheads after the Pride parade. His partner got into a building and called for help. The police took a little longer than perhaps they really needed to, and two of those selfsame skinheads are in the hospital now with broken bones that need setting, but six against one is no fair match. The fear in his face is obvious: here, among men large enough to break him in two, will he face an eternity of torment for the man he left behind?
Odin rumbles with anger. Curses the low worms who brought this man to his table, and regales him with tales of Loki so to show him his own welcome. “A day will come, my friend, when you seek to be reunited, and so you shall,” Odin tells him. “To request the aid of your comrades in battle is no shameful thing.”
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A woman in pink sits near the head of the table. She’s very nearly skin and bones, and has no hair. This will not last; health returns in Valhalla, and joy, and light, and merrymaking. But now her soul remembers the battle of her life, and it must heal.
Odin asks.
And asks again.
And the words pour out like poisoned water, things she couldn’t tell her husband or children. The pain of chemotherapy. The agony of a mastectomy, the pain still deeper of “we found a tumor in your lymph nodes. I’m so sorry.” And at last, the tortured question: what is left of her?
Odin raises his flagon high. “What is left of you, fair warrior queen, is a spirit bright as fire; a will as strong as any forged iron; a life as great as any sea. Your battle was hard-fought, and lost in the glory only such furor can bring, and now the pain and fight are behind you.“
In the months to come, she becomes a scop of the hall–no demotion, but simple choice. She tells the stories of the great healers, Agnes and Tanya, who fought alongside her and thousands of others, who turn from no battle in the belief that one day, one day, the war may be won; the warriors Jessie and Mabel and Jeri and Monique, still battling on; the queens and soldiers and great women of yore.
The day comes when she calls a familiar name, and another small, scarred woman, eyes sunken and dark, limbs frail, curly black hair shaved close to her head, looks up and sees her across the hall. Odin descends from his throne, a tall and foaming goblet in his hands, and stuns the hall entire into silence as he kneels before the newcomer and holds up the goblet between her small dark hands and bids her to drink.
“All-Father!” the feasting multitudes cry. “What brings great Odin, Spear-Shaker, Ancient One, Wand-Bearer, Teacher of Gods, to his knees for this lone waif?”
He waves them off with a hand.
“This woman, LaTeesha, Destroyer of Cancer, from whom the great tumors fly in fear, has fought that greatest battle,” he says, his voice rolling across the hall. “She has fought not another body, but her own; traded blows not with other limbs but with her own flesh; has allowed herself to be pierced with needles and scored with knives, taken poison into her very veins to defeat this enemy, and at long last it is time for her to put her weapons down. Do you think for a moment this fight is less glorious for being in silence, her deeds the less for having been aided by others who provided her weapons? She has a place in this great hall; indeed, the highest place.”
And the children perform feats of archery for the entertainment of all, and the women sing as the young man who still awaits his beloved plays a lute–which, after all, is not so different from the guitar he once used to break a man’s face in that great final fight.
Valhalla is a place of joy, of glory, of great feasting and merrymaking.
And it is a place for the soul and mind to heal.
THIS! This is the Hanged God who owns my loyalty, Old One-Eye who’s call I answer above all.
He is not one to turn the brave aside, asks no more than what one can give (Even if, at times, it doesn’t look that way.)
I’M NOT CRYING YOU’RE CRYING.
It hurts so much when people thank god for making them strong enough to defeat cancer. Because my mom didn’t win her battle. Thank you, @prismatic-bell.
I’m so sorry for your loss. My grandfather is losing this same battle a little at a time, and I swear I will physically fight anyone who says he “didn’t try hard enough.” He’s the strongest man I know.
Prompt 4
“Everything goes down hill from here.” The Villain said trying to sound poetic while looking over the side of the cliff.
“Yea” said the Hero. “Everything being you.”
A hard push sent the Villain tumbling towards the sea.
Born to fight seemingly lost battles with trusted comrades, all odds against us, triumphing in the end, to live a life of endless peril and adventure, to see the fear in my enemies’ eyes as I deliver the final blow; forced to endure a dying world and socialize (ew) with those who destroy it