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2024.05.13 21:06 unfortunatelymade Identity switch discussion

Identity switch discussion
okay so I have been going over lore again and have once again opened up the pandoras box that is identity swapping. There are a few theories I'm running with, and I'll explain them below.
  1. Identity switch is just characters hallucinations based on their perception of the character (drug plot)
This one mostly stems from fools gold and memory. Fools gold is one of the few characters who have had multiple 'canon' designs. One from go hunting where we see a much beefier version of fools gold, and the one we have in game where he's a bit more... slay. We know that this fools gold is from Orpheus' perception of Norton, so when the pov swapped to Alice it can be assumed that the fools gold in game is from Alice's perception of Norton. In both scenarios, Norton isn't actually turning into a giant rock monster, but instead Orpheus and Alice respectively are imagining Norton as a bloodthirsty monster after seeing him 'kill' (unconfirmed) Melly.
Additionally for this theory we have two other identity swaps: Nightmare and Memory. Both of these are connected to Orpheus, Nightmare being a manifestation what Orpheus imagines his 'evil' half as, and Memory as the manifestation of his childhood memories with Alice. We also have the case of Clown, where we are told that Margaretha mistook him as the Smiling clown, Sergei, under the influence of drugs in her 2022 letter. This is probably the most explicit mention of a hunter being a hallucination we get, but there are still some points that I think are worth mentioning that I will get to later. In all of these scenarios, the hunters aren't actually real but instead just illusions manifested from the characters' point of view.
With this theory, we can confirm which version of the character is 'canon' and which one is fictitious. For all of these scenarios, there is no identity switch where the hunter version is canon. This isn't to say that there are no hunters at all however, as we know several hunters are 100% without a doubt canonical. For instance, both Mad eyes and Bonbon are completely canon to the manor, as Burke is one of the main architects ensuring the manor's functionality and even interfering with certain games as necessary. Bonbon, as a creation of Burke's, is also a real concrete hunter we know for certain exists in canon. I wouldn't say we should worry that all hunters are 'actually just drug induced hallucinations' because that isn't true. I do hope we get more identity swaps that go the other way though, where the survivor isn't real.
  1. Identity switch is just characters at different points in time (Supernatural plot)
This theory is from both Clown and Lizard, because they both have similar inconsistencies with their stories if we were assuming drug plot was the be all end all, and why I made this post. Both of them we know for certain were once in their survivor forms. Lizard arrives at the manor for his first game as professor, we know this from his 2021 letter from the point of view of seer, where he describes him looking exactly as we see his survivor form. Hence we know that this is really how Luchino arrived at the manor. However, unlike the others we actually have evidence that Luchino as a hunter was also real. Not only did he survive the first game, but the baron in his letter specifically calls out "In the information we previously gathered, the ignorant fishermen spoke confidently about the "mysterious existence" within the lake. I, too, have seen a similar monster, but perhaps I'll be lucky enough to observe and conduct experiments to form a more rigorous theory on it (...) The Group 6 experiment can be restarted by placing Luchino Diruse back at the Lakeside Village test site with other "unique but dangerous" test subjects from other groups." This implies that the baron plans to allow Luchino to undergo some kind of exposure to these 'mysterious existences' at the lake, and further in his next letter we get an excerpt echoing a similar statement, "I discovered something akin to medicine that exceeded my understanding, and at this very moment, it is eating away at my sanity. This trip is not long, but I've spent my nights suppressing the inhuman desire within me and battling against that ""instinct.""
This seems to imply that Luchino is in fact going through some kind of metamorphosis of his own, after all he had his reality shattered by the existence of Seer having powers beyond his comprehension, and what seems like something that echoes the exposition of supernatural forces. It's also worth mentioning that we have no written media from Luchino as a hunter, at least not as far as I've seen. It is entirely possible that this is because during this second game, he had already lost his mind and become the lizard man we all know and love. This would also confirm the existence of the gods at lakeside (Who I am assuming is either feaster or dream witch, I don't know enough on their lore to speak on it) which would also be a plausible cause for him going full lizard.
Weeping clown also has a potentially similar deal, where we know that he was once a pathetic circus clown, and described as being a thin man hence his Weeping Clown form being real at one point in time. The issue I have with him is that there's some parts worth calling out to give credence to the hunter Clown being real as well, but also parts as mentioned above where it seems to be implied to also be a hallucination. I thought these details were worth calling out regardless. There is however a peculiar segment in Mike's diary he specifically remarks that his face is the same as he remembers it. This detail is interesting because it calls out 'his face', which we know is the face of Sergei that Weeping clown stole in a fit of revenge after killing Sergei. It is possible that Mike mistook him for Sergei after his 'metamorphosis' into him. In the same passage, Mike also comments "Ugh, their deformed bodies used to bring people joy. Why are they so scary now? I don't want to think about it anymore!" which can also be an additional indication that the 'clown' in his game is already the hunter we have now. This however could also just be an off hand comment about how they act now, it is difficult to tell. With the above mention of Margaretha hallucinating him as Sergei, that also doesn't completely remove the idea that he isn't the clown we see now. Margaretha continued to stay in touch with Joker after Hullabaloo burned down, so it wouldn't be a stretch to say that him undergoing this slow transformation into someone who could essentially replace Sergei for her is out of the question either. She would still recognize him as Joker despite this physical transformation, but would only hallucinate that he actually was Sergei under the influence of drugs. Either way, it is a little vague but I still felt it was all worth bringing up.
So... yeah that's basically my thoughts about the lore regarding identity swaps right now. Technically both of these theories can coexist, but it would feel a little inconsistent if both existed at once. It's a bit troubling though because Luchino is such a clear outlier of the initial 'character perception hallucinations' theme. We don't have anything about a character imagining him as evil reptilian, and even less about his second game, plus with the game outright stating that supernatural events exist it doesn't seem entirely not plausible that Lizard Luchino never existed. I'd love to hear everyones thoughts about this tbh! I don't see many people discussing it since it always gets washed into 'well it's an unreliable narrator deal so we can't expect to know everything' or 'well netease is just bad at writing lore' because we do have a lot of pieces in place that mesh well together, I think it's just a matter of putting the pieces together and figuring out what is and isn't real.
Bonus content: based on my theories, here's a list of characters I think will and won't get identity swaps. Will be interesting to be proven very wrong in the future. How current identity swaps work, usually a character needs to have probable malice for someone to imagine them as a hunter or be looked at with enough reverence in the eyes of a character for them to imagine them as a survivor, or in reality probable reason to imagine that they were once a real normal human and not a monster, or has the potential to BECOME a real monster.
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2024.05.13 18:07 Cluda_twigs Shipping

One of the best and worst things about this fandom are the ships. Or more significantly, the shippers. But minus toxic behaviour, they’re not that bad? I don’t think it ruins it or takes away from the show. At least, you shouldn’t let it because almost none of them are canon.
So here’s my word vomit post about it…
The harsh reality about ships like Jemily and Hotchniss (at least compared to Morcia and Jeid) is that they are entirely fiction. Fiction within fiction. There has been no indication of romantic interest in any of these characters. “The way they look at each other” is not substantial evidence I’m afraid 😭
BUT! I still understand the appeal. And I’d like to think most of them know that canonising these ships this late in the game would just… not make sense? The writers did it with Jeid (granted, in the worst way possible) which already had some evidence of one sided attraction. Think of how odd it would be for the average viewer to see a romance between characters that was never implied. Ever.
I think the appeal stems from the potential rather than what we actually view in the show. These ships had the potential to be x y z and I think that really interests people. Myself included. I mean leader x subordinate, for example, has been a ship dynamic for as long as romance plots have existed. I get it. It intrigues people. Adds a little bit of tension. A lil bit of flavour. Not to mention, it’s nice to take a break from all the murder and gore and see a little humanity in the characters we all love. Of course people want to see Hotch happy. Of course people want to see lesbian representation in Emily. It was bound to happen.
I think it’s also obvious that a lot of people project themselves HEAVILY onto these characters. So their favourite ship, if you’ve read enough fanfictions like me, you’ll notice have this sort of y/n x character or readecharacter dynamic. I’m not a particular fan of this as the characters individuality gets a little lost but again it’s one of those inevitable things that at least prove to us that these are likeable and relatable characters. Why create an entirely new character when you can self insert yourself with JJ instead?
Personally, I’m so relieved none of the inter-team ships became canon. It would’ve made things messy and I don’t know if I trust the writers to create something cohesive. Not after season 14. Nope.
Thoughts? Opinions? Do have any ships you love or hate?
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2024.05.13 15:31 GroundbreakingParty9 Sand, Spice, and Sovereignty: A Dune Book Review

I realized that I posted this in the fantasy subreddit, but I also wanted to engage with the Dune community. I'll acknowledge that the recent movie adaptations has influenced my perspective, I've tried to approach this review with a focus on highlighting the strengths of both the film and the novel. I love both and believe that they both do things extremely well that the others may lack. Just wanted to share that caveat before you began.
Greetings, fellow cosmic voyagers, celestial wanderers, and aficionados of intergalactic intrigue! Today, I am excited to discuss Frank Herbert’s monumental masterpiece, Dune. Much like many of you, I suspect, I was excited to dive into this due to the incredible adaptations that have since been released. If we were to gauge the influence of Dune, it is nothing short of a seismic force within the science fiction realm. It stands as the cornerstone of the genre, akin to what Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings represents for the fantasy genre, or so I’ve been told by those who love this book. Dune isn’t merely a novel; it is a story that spawned a myriad of artistic endeavors from Stargate to Star Trek, and quite obviously Star Wars. Its imprint extends upon characters like Ned Stark, thrust into the maelstrom of the unknown, surrounded by adversaries, at the behest of his liege. I wouldn’t be surprised if George R.R. Martin was inspired by Duke Leto Atreides. So, the question is does Dune endure as a timeless classic, or has its acclaim been inflated? Well, let’s discuss! Fear not, dear travelers, for I shall refrain from divulging any major plot spoilers for those yet to tread Herbert’s world. And for those who have only watched the recent adaptations and are curious, I shall offer my perspective on that as well. Remember as always, the TLDR section at the end will provide a more concise review. Without further ado, let’s check out the blurb.
Set on the desert planet Arrakis, Dune is the story of the boy Paul Atreides, heir to a noble family tasked with ruling an inhospitable world where the only thing of value is the “spice” melange, a drug capable of extending life and enhancing consciousness. Coveted across the known universe, melange is a prize worth killing for...When House Atreides is betrayed, the destruction of Paul’s family will set the boy on a journey toward a destiny greater than he could ever have imagined. And as he evolves into the mysterious man known as Muad’Dib, he will bring to fruition humankind’s most ancient and unattainable dream.
General Overview & Background - The mystery of life isn't a problem to solve, but a reality to experience.
Honestly, this isn’t my first attempt at reading Dune. Back when I was younger, I stumbled upon it in the local library. I vividly recall my stepdad, who saw the original movie, said, “Oh man, this is a story about giant sandworms on a desert planet. I think you will like this.” At 14 years old that sounded awesome! I checked it out, but alas, I struggled through just a couple of chapters before surrendering. As with many things in life, reading is a journey that allows us to revisit a book when the time aligns just right. Dune proved to be precisely that for me.
Fast forward to recent times, I found myself immersed by the spectacle of Part Two in theaters. I honestly forgot I was watching a movie. As the credits rolled, I knew without a doubt that I had to delve deeper into the source material. So, when I saw that Amazon offered a deal on the first six books in the series, I knew it was time to try again.
Dune, released in 1965 and comprises six novels. However, it’s worth noting that Herbert’s son has expanded the universe with a plethora of additional novels totaling to 23 with more on the way I believe (someone can correct me on this if I am wrong). Yet, for folks like me, the allure primarily lies in the first book and by proxy the original six. It’s a sentiment I’ve seen from my friends who have read the series to start with the first six, and then, if you desire, explore the rest. Though I can’t personally vouch for the subsequent volumes, I have heard Frank Herbert’s books are better than his sons’. However, I can say that this book holds up, but it also has some flaws that are worth discussing. No book is perfect right?
Plot & Prose - Deep in the human unconscious is a pervasive need for a logical universe that makes sense. But the real universe is always one step beyond logic.
Dune’s narrative is about a grand power struggle among the illustrious Great Houses in a distant future. Herbert intricately weaves a tale around a bitter feud between the Harkonnens and the noble Atreides family when the Emperor transfers control over the desert planet Arrakis from the former to the latter. At the story’s heart lies the young Paul Atreides, heralded as a prophet by the Freman and viewed as a mistake by the Bene Gesserit. It’s remarkable how Dune has spawned numerous adaptations, given its deliberate pacing and occasional meandering. Indeed, a fair chunk of the narrative is set with characters wandering the desert. There are “plots within plots,” as the characters indicate throughout the story and much of the “excitement” is centered around the political maneuverings of House Harkonnen, House Atreides, and the Emperor.
If my explanation seems a tad disjointed, it’s a reflection of the story’s complex narrative, which is hard to discuss without outright spoiling it. Yet, as I immersed myself in Dune’s pages, I couldn’t help but wonder how this movie had as many adaptations as it had. And Denis Villaneuve’s adaptation, remaining largely faithful to the source material while infusing it with vigor, stands as a testament to him as a director. However, don’t mistake the deliberate pacing for boring; I did find myself engrossed in it even when it slowed way down. It is set in the far future with space as a backdrop but much of the story is centered around Arrakis and that’s it. While that’s nitpicky, it is something to consider if you are expecting epic space battles and journeys through the cosmos this first book isn't that. It's setting up the larger series narrative as a whole.
Regarding the film adaptation, Dune: Part One for the most part faithfully adapts the initial half of the book, with minor deviations. Part Two, however, diverges more significantly from the book’s latter half, a choice I respect because it still captures the themes and tones of the story. Herbert’s writing style reminds me of religious texts like the Bible or Quran, which are two of the main inspirations in the novels exploration of themes surrounding faith and prophecy. The films also mitigate some of the pacing issues within the book, which suffers from abrupt time jumps that felt jarring to me.
The writing has its quirks, as I mentioned. At times, it feels repetitive, and Herbert’s approach to detail can be inconsistent. I found that my ability to visualize the narrative was greatly aided by the vivid imagery from the movie. I suspect that my younger self struggled partly due to difficulties in visualizing certain elements. For those yet to experience the movies, this might present a similar challenge. It’s a minor gripe, but one that I observed for myself.
Dune has some messages on environmental exploitation, conservation, and religion influencing and at times interfering with culture. However, it’s also filled with ideas that should remain in the time from which it comes from in its depictions of homosexuality and its treatment of some female characters. It’s something worth considering, a reminder to us that while certain ideas may transcend their era, others remain tethered to it.
Dune is worthy of being read, albeit with the caveat of approaching it with contextual awareness. Its uniqueness is undeniable, and I now understand why this work holds such esteemed regard.
**World-Building & Characters – “**Grave this on your memory, lad: A world is supported by four things..." she held up four big-knuckled fingers. "...the learning of the wise, the justice of the great, the prayers of the righteous and the valor of the brave. But all of these things are as nothing..." She closed her fingers into a fist. "...without a ruler who knows the art of ruling. Make that the science of your tradition!”
Though firmly set in the distant future with its spacefaring journeys, futuristic weaponry, and colossal sandworms, Dune maintains a surprisingly grounded and even fantastical feel to it. Combat involves a mix of shield technology and blades. While projectile weapons are present, their use against shields is prohibited as they risk triggering a catastrophic overload, akin to setting off a mini nuke. Within this futuristic setting, the mystical Bene Gesserit wield their power known as the Voice, manipulating and commanding those who fall under its sway. Prophecies, deities, prophets, and mythical creatures (have I mentioned the sandworms?!) They all coexist seamlessly in this universe.
What captivates me most about Dune is the intricate world meticulously crafted by Herbet. He plunges the reader headlong into this story, gradually unveiling hidden layers of its history as the story unfolds. It’s this lore that ensnared my imagination as I watched this movie, where even the most outlandish elements find coherence within its framework. To me, that’s the hallmark of exceptional world-building – where even the most outlandish ideas become plausible within the foundation of the author’s creation.
If I were to offer a solitary critique of this world-building endeavor, it would be the sandworms. While their presence is palpable and their cultural and religious significance to the Fremen and the ecology of Arrakis undeniable, I wished for more insight into their nature. But that’s a very minor nitpick.
If I were to pinpoint a particular weakness in this book, it would be the characterization. Paul Atreides, for instance, struck me as more compelling in the movie than in the book itself. I anticipated a deeper emotional depth, as depicted on screen, but in the book, he comes across more subdued. While this could be intentional, I found his early volatility, notably during his encounter with the Reverend Mother, gradually giving way to a more robotic demeanor. This transformation is explained due to his Mentat training, yet it leaves him feeling somewhat one-dimensional – a chosen one proficient in combat with peculiar abilities.
Don’t get me wrong, I admire Paul’s internal struggle as he grapples with the weight of his destiny to save Arrakis and its inhabitants while seeking vengeance for his family. However, I couldn’t shake the feeling that the character had more room to breathe in the movie portrayal, offering a more rounded character. Perhaps this was a deliberate choice; one could argue that Paul is a conflicted character who must suppress his emotions to harness his precognitive abilities effectively. Nonetheless, the film I felt provided a richer exploration that I felt wasn’t as captured in the book.
While the movie may have provided a boost to Paul’s character, I found Jessica to be more interesting in the book. While I admire Jessica’s portrayal in the film, I found the book delved deeper into her character. She is a formidable fighter, surpassing even the Fremen. Endowed with Bene Gesserit training, Jessica grapples with inner conflict, a facet that resonates more strongly in the book. Unlike the movie portrayal, where she appears to push Paul towards his destiny as the Lisan al-Gaib, in the book, she harbors a sense of fear towards him. Her apprehension stems from witnessing his transformation as the book goes on while also harboring a deep, deep love for him. I enjoyed reading her inner struggles more in the book, even though I love how she is portrayed in the movie.
On the other hand, the depiction of the Baron Harkonnen raises concerns. While Herbert intended to portray him as repugnant and vile, his characterization as the sole gay character in the book presents a troubling aspect that should be addressed. While a gay villain can offer nuanced storytelling, Herbert’s portrayal veers into troubling territory by associating his villainy with traits like obesity, depravity, pedophilia, and incestuous desires. Particularly unsettling is the implication of sexual assault against young male slaves resembling Paul. The movie showed us that you can make this character vile and disturbing without highlighting those other troubling aspects.
The transformation of Chani between the book and the movie stands out as a significant departure. Personally, I found the portrayal of Chani in the movie more compelling. She exudes greater agency, moving beyond a mere love interest for Paul. However, in the book, her role seems more limited, primarily serving as Paul’s romantic counterpart, with her significance diminishing at the conclusion. The agency bestowed upon her in the movie represents a welcome change though.
Conclusion & TLDR - It is impossible to live in the past, difficult to live in the present and a waste to live in the future.
Dune, despite its imperfections, stands as a cornerstone of science fiction. However, I acknowledge that it may not appeal to everyone. The aspects I highlighted should be taken into consideration, particularly the intricacies of its plot and writing style, which may pose challenges for some readers. Personally, my fascination with the universe depicted in the movies fueled my desire to read the book, and I eagerly anticipate continuing with Frank Herbert’s novels. For me, Dune served as a gateway to hard science fiction, a departure from my ventures into realms of strictly Star Wars novels. It introduced me to the wonderfully bizarre elements that influenced works like Star Wars, and ignited a desire to explore a genre I haven’t tapped into further. Despite its weird writing style and occasional pacing issues, I firmly believe beneath its quirks lies a narrative worthy of its acclaim. The cinematic adaptation enriched my experience by providing visual cues and offering an alternative interpretation of the story. I eagerly anticipate checking out other classics, such as Hyperion and Foundation. I am excited as well to eventually complete the rest of this series.
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2024.05.13 04:59 GroundbreakingParty9 Dune Book 1 of the Dune Series by Frank Herbet Review

Greetings, fellow cosmic voyagers, celestial wanderers, and aficionados of intergalactic intrigue! Today, I am excited to discuss Frank Herbert’s monumental masterpiece, Dune. Much like many of you, I suspect, I was excited to dive into this due to the incredible adaptations that have since been released. If we were to gauge the influence of Dune, it is nothing short of a seismic force within the science fiction realm. It stands as the cornerstone of the genre, akin to what Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings represents for the fantasy genre, or so I’ve been told by those who love this book. Dune isn’t merely a novel; it is a story that spawned a myriad of artistic endeavors from Stargate to Star Trek, and quite obviously Star Wars. Its imprint extends upon characters like Ned Stark, thrust into the maelstrom of the unknown, surrounded by adversaries, at the behest of his liege. I wouldn’t be surprised if George R.R. Martin was inspired by Duke Leto Atreides. So, the question is does Dune endure as a timeless classic, or has its acclaim been inflated? Well, let’s discuss! Fear not, dear travelers, for I shall refrain from divulging any major plot spoilers for those yet to tread Herbert’s world. And for those who have only watched the recent adaptations and are curious, I shall offer my perspective on that as well. Remember as always, the TLDR section at the end will provide a more concise review. Without further ado, let’s check out the blurb.
Set on the desert planet Arrakis, Dune is the story of the boy Paul Atreides, heir to a noble family tasked with ruling an inhospitable world where the only thing of value is the “spice” melange, a drug capable of extending life and enhancing consciousness. Coveted across the known universe, melange is a prize worth killing for...When House Atreides is betrayed, the destruction of Paul’s family will set the boy on a journey toward a destiny greater than he could ever have imagined. And as he evolves into the mysterious man known as Muad’Dib, he will bring to fruition humankind’s most ancient and unattainable dream.
General Overview & Background - The mystery of life isn't a problem to solve, but a reality to experience.
Honestly, this isn’t my first attempt at reading Dune. Back when I was younger, I stumbled upon it in the local library. I vividly recall my stepdad, who saw the original movie, said, “Oh man, this is a story about giant sandworms on a desert planet. I think you will like this.” At 14 years old that sounded awesome! I checked it out, but alas, I struggled through just a couple of chapters before surrendering. As with many things in life, reading is a journey that allows us to revisit a book when the time aligns just right. Dune proved to be precisely that for me.
Fast forward to recent times, I found myself immersed by the spectacle of Part Two in theaters. I honestly forgot I was watching a movie. As the credits rolled, I knew without a doubt that I had to delve deeper into the source material. So, when I saw that Amazon offered a deal on the first six books in the series, I knew it was time to try again.
Dune, released in 1965 and comprises six novels. However, it’s worth noting that Herbert’s son has expanded the universe with a plethora of additional novels totaling to 23 with more on the way I believe (someone can correct me on this if I am wrong). Yet, for folks like me, the allure primarily lies in the first book and by proxy the original six. It’s a sentiment I’ve seen from my friends who have read the series to start with the first six, and then, if you desire, explore the rest. Though I can’t personally vouch for the subsequent volumes, I have heard Frank Herbert’s books are better than his sons’. However, I can truly say that this book holds up, but it also has some flaws that are worth discussing. No book is perfect right?
Plot & Prose - Deep in the human unconscious is a pervasive need for a logical universe that makes sense. But the real universe is always one step beyond logic.
Dune’s narrative is about a grand power struggle among the illustrious Great Houses in a distant future. Herbert intricately weaves a tale around a bitter feud between the Harkonnens and the noble Atreides family when the Emperor transfers control over the desert planet Arrakis from the former to the latter. At the story’s heart lies the young Paul Atreides, heralded as a prophet by the Freman and viewed as a mistake by the Bene Gesserit. It’s remarkable how Dune has spawned numerous adaptations, given its deliberate pacing and occasional meandering. Indeed, a fair chunk of the narrative is set with characters wandering the desert. There are “plots within plots,” as the characters indicate throughout the story and much of the “excitement” is centered around the political maneuverings of House Harkonnen, House Atreides, and the Emperor.
If my explanation seems a tad disjointed, it’s a reflection of the story’s complex narrative, which is hard to discuss without outright spoiling it. Yet, as I immersed myself in Dune’s pages, I couldn’t help but wonder how this movie had as many adaptations as it had. And Denis Villaneuve’s adaptation, remaining largely faithful to the source material while infusing it with vigor, stands as a testament to him as a director. However, don’t mistake the deliberate pacing for boring; I did find myself engrossed in it even when it slowed way down. It is set in the far future with space as a backdrop but much of the story is centered around Arrakis and that’s it. While that’s nitpicky, it is something to consider if you are expecting epic space battles and journeys through the cosmos.
Regarding the film adaptation, Dune: Part One faithfully adapts the initial half of the book, with minor deviations. Part Two, however, diverges more significantly from the book’s latter half, a choice I respect because it still captures the themes and tones of the story. Herbert’s writing style reminds me of religious texts like the Bible or Quran, which are two of the main inspirations in the novels exploration of themes surrounding faith and prophecy. The films also mitigate some of the pacing issues within the book, which suffers from abrupt time jumps that felt jarring to me.
The writing has its quirks, as I mentioned. At times, it feels repetitive, and Herbert’s approach to detail can be inconsistent. I found that my ability to visualize the narrative was greatly aided by the vivid imagery from the movie. I suspect that my younger self struggled partly due to difficulties in visualizing certain elements. For those yet to experience the movies, this might present a similar challenge. It’s a minor gripe, but one that I observed for myself.
Dune has some progressive messages on environmental exploitation, conservation, and religion influencing and at times interfering with culture. However, it’s also filled with ideas that should remain in the time from which it comes from in its depictions of homosexuality and its depiction of women. It’s something worth considering, a reminder to us that while certain ideas may transcend their era, others remain tethered to it.
Dune is worthy of being read, albeit with the caveat of approaching it with contextual awareness. Its uniqueness is undeniable, and I now understand why this work holds such esteemed regard.
World-Building & Characters – “Grave this on your memory, lad: A world is supported by four things..." she held up four big-knuckled fingers. "...the learning of the wise, the justice of the great, the prayers of the righteous and the valor of the brave. But all of these things are as nothing..." She closed her fingers into a fist. "...without a ruler who knows the art of ruling. Make that the science of your tradition!”
Though firmly set in the distant future with its spacefaring journeys, futuristic weaponry, and colossal sandworms, Dune maintains a surprisingly grounded and even fantastical feel to it. Combat involves a mix of shield technology and blades. While projectile weapons are present, their use against shields is prohibited as they risk triggering a catastrophic overload, akin to setting off a mini nuke. Within this futuristic setting, the mystical Bene Gesserit wield their power known as the Voice, manipulating and commanding those who fall under its sway. Prophecies, deities, prophets, and mythical creatures (have I mentioned the sandworms?!) They all coexist seamlessly in this universe.
What captivates me most about Dune is the intricate world meticulously crafted by Herbet. He plunges the reader headlong into this story, gradually unveiling hidden layers of its history as the story unfolds. It’s this lore that ensnared my imagination as I watched this movie, where even the most outlandish elements find coherence within its framework. To me, that’s the hallmark of exceptional world-building – where even the most outlandish ideas become plausible within the foundation of the author’s creation.
If I were to offer a solitary critique of this world-building endeavor, it would be the sandworms. While their presence is palpable and their cultural and religious significance to the Fremen and the ecology of Arrakis undeniable, I wished for more insight into their nature. But that’s a very minor nitpick.
If I were to pinpoint a particular weakness in this book, it would be the characterization. Paul Atreides, for instance, struck me as more compelling in the movie than in the book itself. I anticipated a deeper emotional depth, as depicted on screen, but in the book, he comes across more subdued. While this could be intentional, I found his early volatility, notably during his encounter with the Reverend Mother, gradually giving way to a more robotic demeanor. This transformation is explained due to his Mentat training, yet it leaves him feeling somewhat one-dimensional – a chosen one proficient in combat with peculiar abilities.
Don’t get me wrong, I admire Paul’s internal struggle as he grapples with the weight of his destiny to save Arrakis and its inhabitants while seeking vengeance for his family. However, I couldn’t shake the feeling that the character had more room to breathe in the movie portrayal, offering a more rounded character. Perhaps this was a deliberate choice; one could argue that Paul is a conflicted character who must suppress his emotions to harness his precognitive abilities effectively. Nonetheless, the film I felt provided a richer exploration that I felt wasn’t as captured in the book.
While the movie may have provided a boost to Paul’s character, I found Jessica to be more interesting in the book. While I admire Jessica’s portrayal in the film, I found the book delved deeper into her character. She is a formidable fighter, surpassing even the Fremen. Endowed with Bene Gesserit training, Jessica grapples with inner conflict, a facet that resonates more strongly in the book. Unlike the movie portrayal, where she appears to push Paul towards his destiny as the Lisan al-Gaib, in the book, she harbors a sense of fear towards him. Her apprehension stems from witnessing his transformation as the book goes on while also harboring a deep, deep love for him. I enjoyed reading her inner struggles more in the book, even though I love how she is portrayed in the movie.
On the other hand, the depiction of the Baron Harkonnen raises concerns. While Herbert intended to portray him as repugnant and vile, his characterization as the sole gay character in the book presents a troubling aspect that should be addressed. While a gay villain can offer nuanced storytelling, Herbert’s portrayal veers into troubling territory by associating his villainy with traits like obesity, depravity, pedophilia, and incestuous desires. Particularly unsettling is the implication of sexual assault against young male slaves resembling Paul. The movie showed us that you can make this character vile and disturbing without highlighting those other troubling aspects.
The transformation of Chani between the book and the movie stands out as a significant departure. Personally, I found the portrayal of Chani in the movie more compelling. She exudes greater agency, moving beyond a mere love interest for Paul. However, in the book, her role seems more limited, primarily serving as Paul’s romantic counterpart, with her significance diminishing at the conclusion. The agency bestowed upon her in the movie represents a welcome change though.
Conclusion & TLDR - It is impossible to live in the past, difficult to live in the present and a waste to live in the future.
Dune, despite its imperfections, stands as a cornerstone of science fiction. However, I acknowledge that it may not appeal to everyone. The aspects I highlighted should be taken into consideration, particularly the intricacies of its plot and writing style, which may pose challenges for some readers. Personally, my fascination with the universe depicted in the movies fueled my desire to read the book, and I eagerly anticipate continuing with Frank Herbert’s novels. For me, Dune served as a gateway to hard science fiction, a departure from my ventures into realms of strictly Star Wars novels. It introduced me to the wonderfully bizarre elements that influenced works like Star Wars, and ignited a desire to explore a genre I haven’t tapped into further. Despite its weird writing style and occasional pacing issues, I firmly believe beneath its quirks lies a narrative worthy of its acclaim. The cinematic adaptation enriched my experience by providing visual cues and offering an alternative interpretation of the story. I eagerly anticipate checking out other classics, such as Hyperion and Foundation. I am excited as well to eventually complete the rest of this series.
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2024.05.13 03:18 Longjumping-Jelly649 I (27F) want to tell my coworkers(28M) wife that I have a crush on him so that I can move on but that’s clearly crazy af but if I just tell him for closure and it ruins her marriage I’ll feel bad. What should I do?

Don’t have any info about wife at this moment.
Full context. Posted this in an advice subreddit but I need advice asap. Didn’t do it here first cause relationship advice seems ominous cause we aren’t in a relationship, but here goes the post.
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Okay so this is going to be a lot and I hope you can follow along with what's happening. Never thought I'd come here for this. Anyways. I have this coworker and I like him. The problem is he's fucking married. Why cursing? Because he doesn't fucking wear a ring at work and I didn't know until I already liked him. Now I've been at this job about 2 years. I'm one of the newest hires in my department. Most of the older higher knew, almost as a matter of fact. I'm guessing this is the point of those dumbass Christmas parties that seem outdated and boring. It's to see if your coworkers bring freaking wives. Anyways. I want to state now that I have serious issues with cheating. Huge fuck no. That's the core of my issue. I had been working closely with this guy at my job for the last 2 years and felt like we really connected and he flirted with me (could just be friendly and I was being delusional. No way to be sure atm) and I started to develop feelings. I'd normally shoot my shot around my crush but l've been insecure about 10-15lbs weight gain since covid years so l've been a little more reserved. Still flirting but not as bold. Anyways, I found out last week that he had a WIFE. How? She brought him lunch. Crazy simple right. He forgot his lunch. And I asked another coworker and they said that was his wife so matter of factly l'm just like ok l've been flirty with this guy for almost 2 years and no one said anything (the point I thought maybe him flirting back might have been my delusion). I'm mad because l'd rather he be standoffish or show clear distancing so I could have taken the hint early and we wouldn't be here. I really like(d) him. And I want to get over it so that the d can be released from its parenthesis. Oh for context we're both late mid twenties. Trying to be vague on purpose. So this next part might be even harder to follow so I'll try to be coherent as I have a lot of emotions happening to me.
So. The kind of person I am, I will not get over this crush until I get it off my chest. I haven't had a genuine crush in a good amount of years. I don't like people easily. But like l've said I don't want to have feelings for a married man. Not only is it cliche, I'm not turning into my worst fucking nightmare this late in life (never tolerate cheating, been around cheaters, etc. so almost being 30 is late in deciding to be an awful human fucking being, imo). So at first I was just going to default to my normal self and decide to just tell him I like him a lot but I know goes married and I'm not tryna blow up his life yard yard I just wanted closure so I could move on. Innocent enough. However I've been haunted my Reddit and stupid think pieces. Plus I'm a keen contingency thinker so l eventually came to the reality that mentioning this could possibly make the husband turn away from his wife or even try to be more with me or a full slew of possibilities. Mainly stemming from how he never really put up a wall to my flirting and favoritism. Like yeah, he's still a man and could just be that dumb. But I have a good idiot-radar and he's not on it, so it felts deliberate. So then I thought I could reach out to the wife and tell her my situation and ask her what she would prefer me to do. I want to leave her husband alone but my feelings can't go away til I talk it out. Considering changing jobs, that's the nuclear option. I don't want to open her husbands eyes to the fact that I and possibly other women might/will want him if he's already morally questionable and create issues in the marriage. I know by this point I can't expect people to think and react the way I would, which would be to ignore random girl telling me I like her cause I'm married. I want to be more realistic to how society is. Which is why l'm here Reddit.
Should I ask the wife if she'd rather I just fuck off, keep it to myself, and harbor this crush for her husband in silence. Or if she'd allow me to tell him so I can move on, regardless of what he wants. Or should I just tell him and keep it pushing like the fallout has nothing to do with me. The third feels irresponsible.
One more comment before posting that I may or may not have mentioned in my ramble. I've never liked someone who had someone already. Regardless of how it happened the technicality doesn't matter it's happening and it's new. I'm afraid that if he tries to kiss me or some shit I'll kiss him back on reflex cause I do like him rn. Before realizing what's happening and being disgusted with him. Sounds crazy af I know but I'm just trying to be realistic knowing how my brain works. That's why I don't really want to sit on it. I know l'll not want him after something like that but the damage will be done as far as the wife is concerned. And no I haven't talked to him about the wife. Or the lack of ring. I kinda hate him right now for not disclosing but he never did anything explicit so I can't hate him fr. I have a hate for him that is clearly stemming from my affection and love for him which is why I'm so alarmed right now. Trying not to be a red flag but even my green flag option sounds like a crazy ass bitch plotting on a family. So, what should I do.
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EDIT: I will no longer entertain or respond to any post telling me to seek therapy. Cause for one I’m not fucking crazy. I’m trying to be understanding cause my post is all over the place and a lot of y’all be lying to delusional about your emotions but I am not. To clarify. I don’t have some weird need or want to tell the wife. Under everyday circumstances, I would have told this coworker how I used to feel (always best to say it in past tense so they don’t think it’s a door open situation) and move on. I know my emotions. I have healthy ways of dealing with it. I have been to therapy. Your hypothetical beliefs on therapy are not constructive advice. You’re just wasting my time. I have to address my emotion, whether it’s good or bad, to whoever it is the emotion is stemming from. As a person I need to say it out loud to move on. Been doing it for almost 20 years. If he was single I’d already be halfway to finding a new work husband. But I’ve never been in a situation where there was another party connected so I stopped myself from doing my default, mainly due to reddit horror stories, and considered the possibility of consulting the wife. In my initial mind frame, it didn’t matter to me if he responded, I just needed to say it. Regardless I wont even up with him cause he’ll either be a cheater or fickle. Both are nos. In fact telling the wife felt like some crazy bitch shit so I just wanted unbiased people to tell me if it was as crazy as I thought or if I was actually being considerate. The one thing everyone agrees on is not involving her. I thought she could use that situation to see if her husband was fickle, cheating scum, or wholesome. (Yes I know testing a spouse is toxic but if he would cross the line that’s up to the wife to test for her peace of mind). But we are scraping that. Cool. Now all that’s left is to either tell him so I can move on, or change jobs so I won’t have a chance of seeing him and I can compartmentalize and act like I’ve never met or liked him. Those are my only two options. Staying around a married man with feelings for him is not a damn option. It’s weird. And dumb. There are two options. If you have advice that works within those or seems like it might work for someone like me who is very direct then I’ll listen. But acting like I’m crazy cause I want yall to tell me if including her was ok is annoying.
And some asked what exactly was the flirting so I might as well address that. It wasn’t anything serious. Think work husband/work wife vibe but with a single coworker who is professional. It could be in my head cause there are platonic work husband/wife relationships. I’m not some creepy bitch thinking he stared at me for 3 seconds longer than yesterday. Also we do “talk” outside of work but it’s about work. Well went about the workout when we take work home or about the manager before a meeting on a hybrid day. Nothing the wife would be concerned about tbh. He also said he didn’t have a girlfriend in the beginning when I was first hired. Granted now I can see he was probably being quirky with job icebreakers type shit cause he doesn’t have a gf he has a wife, but why would I realistically assume that with no ring. But whatever. So yeah. Help me within the confines to MY scenario and not some worst case homewrecker so elopes that it’s clear some of yall are hoping this is.
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EDIT2: something that came up that I think others could also be assuming so I should address it. When I say I want to tell him I’m not talking about some sly ass “I like you but I know we can’t be together” ass comment that really isn’t even closure it’s just something homewreckers say to feel morally just when they are testing the water for being side chicks. I would say exactly, if not something eerily similar to “I used to like you, but I’m moving past it. Thank you”. That is usually what I would say. I feel like I should add a “sorry if that made you uncomfortable. I’ll be sure to distance but stay professional around you.” Since alot of people brought up workplace issues or harassment that I think are valid concerns.
—- EDIT3: final edit before work in the am. Some of y’all wonder why I don’t just ask my friends for advice. I have for some. And the issue is they know me. So they tell me to just do what I normally do and remove myself from the situation cause if there is any fallout it was probably because he was a closet scum in the first place. But for me it’s like I came to reddit because yall don’t know me, just like the wife. I can’t expect her to understand someone like me when I know she’s probably never met someone who thought like I did (standard thing). I’d be just some suspicious bitch to her so I felt Reddit would help on how a stranger would take this scenario with added context (cause I didn’t plan on explaining semantics to wife if I did go that route). My friends just say that he’d only act out if he likes homewreckers which I’m not so it’s not my problem after I walk away. That or they tell me to switch departments. (2-1) but yeah. If you could give advice before lunch (12p) tomorrow that would be great. If not I’ll update yall with what I actually did by the end of the week. I’m not going to keep having feelings for this man so moves must be made THIS week.
UPDATE: So there were maybe 3 people who gave constructive criticism/advice between both post. I’m really only updating for yall cause the rest are either hurt individuals or cheating fantasizes and all your “advice” is really to your ex that hurt you or some weird ass cheating adjacent type solution. So I came to my conclusion after consulting the whole extended friend group. Cause unlike yall, they’ve all known me for at least 10 years and aren’t fueled by their own biases 😌. Anyways, the conclusion we came to was to ultimately tell him. We concluded that by not telling him I would be giving him special treatment and could end up solidifying the emotion. Everyone agreed I should just get it off my chest. It’s the quickest way to remove myself from this and their situation. All other options is me dragging it out which was voted a red flag for my spiraling. Although I’m sure two of my guys friends only said that cause they like seeing me do my “reverse rejection” (name they coined in undergrad). For context it was about 11 people consulted, 4 women and 7 men. Now the how is where we split but we agreed I should record my voice in case he tried to lie and make it something it’s not or if the wife ever does reach out I can give her the audio so she can use that however she likes. I’ll probably tell my manager too just so he’s in the loop like my HR friend suggested. So I’ll probably post my transcript later. I’ve never had to be around someone I got over so I would change departments if he starts acting weird. But ultimately at the end of the lunch break I’ll tell and get back to work. Tomorrow is hybrid day too so we chose today. I don’t think it will vary much from my normal prompt I’ve said before in an edit but I’ll let y’all know if I feel like it. Reddit is full of some twisted people. I get I think differently than most people, but yall really dragged your think pieces that were solely based off your own life experience which got nothing to do with me. Very unhelpful lmfao. But I started this so I should probably see it through to the end and update yall on it.
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2024.05.13 03:00 Longjumping-Jelly649 I want to tell my coworkers wife that I have a crush on him so that I can move on but that’s clearly crazy af but if I just tell him for closure and it ruins her marriage I’ll feel bad. What should I do?

Okay so this is going to be a lot and I hope you can follow along with what’s happening. Never thought I’d come here for this. Anyways. I have this coworker and I like him. The problem is he’s fucking married. Why cursing? Because he doesn’t fucking wear a ring at work and I didn’t know until I already liked him. Now I’ve been at this job about 2 years. I’m one of the newest hires in my department. Most of the older higher knew, almost as a matter of fact. I’m guessing this is the point of those dumbass Christmas parties that seem outdated and boring. It’s to see if your coworkers bring freaking wives. Anyways. I want to state now that I have serious issues with cheating. Huge fuck no. That’s the core of my issue. I had been working closely with this guy at my job for the last 2 years and felt like we really connected and he flirted with me (could just be friendly and I was being delusional. No way to be sure atm) and I started to develop feelings. I’d normally shoot my shot around my crush but I’ve been insecure about 10-15lbs weight gain since covid years so I’ve been a little more reserved. Still flirting but not as bold. Anyways, I found out last week that he had a WIFE. How? She brought him lunch. Crazy simple right. He forgot his lunch. And I asked another coworker and they said that was his wife so matter of factly I’m just like ok I’ve been flirty with this guy for almost 2 years and no one said anything (the point I thought maybe him flirting back might have been my delusion). I’m mad because I’d rather he be standoffish or show clear distancing so I could have taken the hint early and we wouldn’t be here. I really like(d) him. And I want to get over it so that the d can be released from its parenthesis. Oh for context we’re both late mid twenties. Trying to be vague on purpose. So this next part might be even harder to follow so I’ll try to be coherent as I have a lot of emotions happening to me.
So. The kind of person I am, I will not get over this crush until I get it off my chest. I haven’t had a genuine crush in a good amount of years. I don’t like people easily. But like I’ve said I don’t want to have feelings for a married man. Not only is it cliche, I’m not turning into my worst fucking nightmare this late in life (never tolerate cheating, been around cheaters, etc. so almost being 30 is late in deciding to be an awful human fucking being, imo). So at first I was just going to default to my normal self and decide to just tell him I like him a lot but I know goes married and I’m not tryna blow up his life yard yard I just wanted closure so I could move on. Innocent enough. However I’ve been haunted my Reddit and stupid think pieces. Plus I’m a keen contingency thinker so I eventually came to the reality that mentioning this could possibly make the husband turn away from his wife or even try to be more with me or a full slew of possibilities. Mainly stemming from how he never really put up a wall to my flirting and favoritism. Like yeah, he’s still a man and could just be that dumb. But I have a good idiot-radar and he’s not on it, so it felts deliberate. So then I thought I could reach out to the wife and tell her my situation and ask her what she would prefer me to do. I want to leave her husband alone but my feelings can’t go away til I talk it out. Considering changing jobs, that’s the nuclear option. I don’t want to open her husbands eyes to the fact that I and possibly other women might/will want him if he’s already morally questionable and create issues in the marriage. I know by this point I can’t expect people to think and react the way I would, which would be to ignore the random girl telling me I like her cause I’m married. I want to be more realistic to how society is. Which is why I’m here Reddit.
Should I ask the wife if she’d rather I just fuck off, keep it to myself, and harbor this crush for her husband in silence. Or if she’d allow me to tell him so I can move on, regardless of what he wants. Or should I just tell him and keep it pushing like the fallout has nothing to do with me. The third feels irresponsible.
One more comment before posting that I may or may not have mentioned in my ramble. I’ve never liked someone who had someone already. Regardless of how it happened the technicality doesn’t matter it’s happening and it’s new. I’m afraid that if he tries to kiss me or some shit I’ll kiss him back on reflex cause I do like him rn. Before realizing what’s happening and being disgusted with him. Sounds crazy af I know but I’m just trying to be realistic knowing how my brain works. That’s why I don’t really want to sit on it. I know I’ll not want him after something like that but the damage will be done as far as the wife is concerned. And no I haven’t talked to him about the wife. Or the lack of ring. I kinda hate him right now for not disclosing but he never did anything explicit so I can’t hate him fr. I have a hate for him that is clearly stemming from my affection and love for him which is why I’m so alarmed right now. Trying not to be a red flag but even my green flag option sounds like a crazy ass bitch plotting on a family. So, what should I do.
EDIT: I will no longer entertain or respond to any post telling me to seek therapy. Cause for one I’m not fucking crazy. I’m trying to be understanding cause my post is all over the place and a lot of y’all be lying to delusional about your emotions but I am not. To clarify. I don’t have some weird need or want to tell the wife. Under everyday circumstances, I would have told this coworker how I used to feel (always best to say it in past tense so they don’t think it’s a door open situation) and move on. I know my emotions. I have healthy ways of dealing with it. I have been to therapy. Your hypothetical beliefs on therapy are not constructive advice. You’re just wasting my time. I have to address my emotion, whether it’s good or bad, to whoever it is the emotion is stemming from. As a person I need to say it out loud to move on. Been doing it for almost 20 years. If he was single I’d already be halfway to finding a new work husband. But I’ve never been in a situation where there was another party connected so I stopped myself from doing my default, mainly due to reddit horror stories, and considered the possibility of consulting the wife. In my initial mind frame, it didn’t matter to me if he responded, I just needed to say it. Regardless I wont even up with him cause he’ll either be a cheater or fickle. Both are nos. In fact telling the wife felt like some crazy bitch shit so I just wanted unbiased people to tell me if it was as crazy as I thought or if I was actually being considerate. The one thing everyone agrees on is not involving her. I thought she could use that situation to see if her husband was fickle, cheating scum, or wholesome. (Yes I know testing a spouse is toxic but if he would cross the line that’s up to the wife to test for her peace of mind). But we are scraping that. Cool. Now all that’s left is to either tell him so I can move on, or change jobs so I won’t have a chance of seeing him and I can compartmentalize and act like I’ve never met or liked him. Those are my only two options. Staying around a married man with feelings for him is not a damn option. It’s weird. And dumb. There are two options. If you have advice that works within those or seems like it might work for someone like me who is very direct then I’ll listen. But acting like I’m crazy cause I want yall to tell me if including her was ok is annoying.
And some asked what exactly was the flirting so I might as well address that. It wasn’t anything serious. Think work husband/work wife vibe but with a single coworker who is professional. It could be in my head cause there are platonic work husband/wife relationships. I’m not some creepy bitch thinking he stared at me for 3 seconds longer than yesterday. Also we do “talk” outside of work but it’s about work. Well went about the workout when we take work home or about the manager before a meeting on a hybrid day. Nothing the wife would be concerned about tbh. He also said he didn’t have a girlfriend in the beginning when I was first hired. Granted now I can see he was probably being quirky with job icebreakers type shit cause he doesn’t have a gf he has a wife, but why would I realistically assume that with no ring. But whatever. So yeah. Help me within the confines of MY scenario and not some worst case homewrecker so elopes that it’s clear some of yall are hoping this is. Cause I’ll just start reporting you for violation of the “give benefit of the doubt” rules. Give advice based on who I’m telling you I am not how your ex would have handled this. You don’t know me so all you know is what I’m telling you. It’s not advice if you have to create a new personality for me for I to apply. If you can’t explain yourself on why you think I’m like that then you’re probably violating the rule. Thanks for those ACTUALLY trying to help me.
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EDIT2: something that came up that I think others could also be assuming so I should address it. When I say I want to tell him I’m not talking about some sly ass “I like you but I know we can’t be together” ass comment that really isn’t even closure it’s just something homewrckers say to feel morally just when they are testing the water for being side chicks. I would say exactly, if not something eerily similar to “I used to like you, but I’m moving past it. Thank you”. That is usually what I would say. I feel like I should add a “sorry if that made you uncomfortable. I’ll be sure to distance but stay professional around you.” Since alot of people brought up workplace issues or harassment that I think are valid concerns.
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EDIT3: final edit before work in the am. Some of y’all wonder why I don’t just ask my friends for advice. I have for some. And the issue is they know me. So they tell me to just do what I normally do and remove myself from the situation cause if there is any fallout it was probably because he was a closet scum in the first place. But for me it’s like I came to reddit because yall don’t know me, just like the wife. I can’t expect her to understand someone like me when I know she’s probably never met someone who thought like I did (standard thing). I’d be just some suspicious bitch to her so I felt Reddit would help on how a stranger would take this scenario with added context (cause I didn’t plan on explaining semantics to wife if I did go that route). My friends just say that he’d only act out if he likes homewreckers which I’m not so it’s not my problem after I walk away. That or they tell me to switch departments. (2-1) but yeah. If you could give advice before lunch (12p) tomorrow that would be great. If not I’ll update yall with what I actually did by the end of the week. I’m not going to keep having feelings for this man so moves must be made THIS week.
UPDATE: So there were maybe 3 people who gave constructive criticism/advice between both post. I’m really only updating for yall cause the rest are either hurt individuals or cheating fantasizes and all your “advice” is really to your ex that hurt you or some weird ass cheating adjacent type solution. So I came to my conclusion after consulting the whole extended friend group. Cause unlike yall, they’ve all known me for at least 10 years and aren’t fueled by their own biases 😌. Anyways, the conclusion we came to was to ultimately tell him. We concluded that by not telling him I would be giving him special treatment and could end up solidifying the emotion. Everyone agreed I should just get it off my chest. It’s the quickest way to remove myself from this and their situation. All other options is me dragging it out which was voted a red flag for my spiraling. Although I’m sure two of my guys friends only said that cause they like seeing me do my “reverse rejection” (name they coined in undergrad). For context it was about 11 people consulted, 4 women and 7 men. Now the how is where we split but we agreed I should record my voice in case he tried to lie and make it something it’s not or if the wife ever does reach out I can give her the audio so she can use that however she likes. I’ll probably tell my manager too just so he’s in the loop like my HR friend suggested. So I’ll probably post my transcript later. I’ve never had to be around someone I got over so I would change departments if he starts acting weird. But ultimately at the end of the lunch break I’ll tell and get back to work. Tomorrow is hybrid day too so we chose today. I don’t think it will vary much from my normal prompt I’ve said before in an edit but I’ll let y’all know if I feel like it. Reddit is full of some twisted people. I get I think differently than most people, but yall really dragged your think pieces that were solely based off your own life experience which got nothing to do with me. Very unhelpful lmfao. But I started this so I should probably see it through to the end and update yall on it.
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2024.05.12 20:44 cringeyetfree An assortment of thoughts on Kingdom

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2024.05.12 18:42 adulting4kids Last Five Levels

  1. Historical Context:
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  1. Parallel Narratives:
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  1. Open-Ended Possibilities:
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2024.05.12 18:21 Unhealthyliasons What do people think of Shyamalan having strong backing from certain high brow critics/film theorists (David Bordwell, Ignatiy Vishnevetsky and the folk at Cahiers)?

I recently came across an article by David Bordwell where he defended the Lady in the Water.
As a thriller, it fails; the scrunts are scary, but that stems largely from the spikes on the soundtrack. It was bold of Shyamalan to confine the film to the apartment complex, creating a closed milieu consisting of fairy-tale types, but often they come across as forced (most notably, the film critic Farber). And it’s easy to hate a movie that has its characters omit contractions: “I do not understand.” “Where is the justice?”
For all that, the film displays stylistic ambitions that we almost never see on American screens. Critics have made fun of the plot’s clumsiness, but as usual, they’re oblivious to anything about visual texture that isn’t in the press release. (Who would have commented on the look of Miami Vice if the publicity hadn’t spotlighted its cutting-edge HD technique?) It’s a pity that Bamberger’s book doesn’t go into such matters either, but as a sportswriter at least he has an excuse.
So let me point out that Lady in the Water is rather daringly directed. Shyamalan is a genuine filmmaker; he thinks in shots. Unlike the filmmakers who believe in interrupting every shot by another one, Shyamalan tries for a natural curve of interest as the image unfolds to its point of maximal interest. In this film, his characteristic longish takes—on average, twelve seconds—are allied to his most oblique visual design yet. The first dozen minutes are engagingly elliptical, quite unlike anything in normal American cinema. The partial framings, offscreen characters, incomplete shot/ reverse-shots, to-camera address, and teasing layers of focus throughout the film echo late Godard and create a pervasive unease reminiscent of the domestic passages in Unbreakable (for me, the director’s best film). In his commentary on deleted scenes in the DVD version of The Village, Shyamalan explains that a shot that decapitated Bryce Howard was too “aggressive” for the naturalistic tone he wanted, but Lady makes fragmentary framings, often sustained for many seconds, more prominent. Some compositions, especially that showing the Smokers and others split up by the shower curtains in Cleveland’s bathroom, are quite inventive.
If Lady in the Water had been made by an obscure East European director, reviewers might have praised it as magical realism and tolerated its fuzzy message of multicultural hope. (The constant playing of TV battle footage from Iraq would doubtless have earned points too.) It was Shyamalan’s misfortune to make a somewhat goofy fantasy at a moment when critics were poised to puncture his reputation. Let’s remember, though, that many respected directors have spawned “personal” projects that come off looking strained, eccentric, even suicidal. Brewster McCloud, New YorkNew York, 1941, and Radioland Murders all come to mind. I hope that once the chatter fades away, people will appreciate the virtues of Bamberger’s book and of Shyamalan’s film.
This got me to look into what some big name critics and was surprised to find so many big name defenders. The funniest thing I've found is that he's made the Cahiers du cinema annual top 10 list thrice. Same number as PTA, Bong Joon Ho, and Lars Von Trier and 1 more than Wes Anderson, Justine Triet and Tim Burton.
I'm not a fan of Shyamalan. My opinion is similar to most people here (Unbreakable, Signs and The Sixth Sense good but iffy on the rest of his filmmography). But it's interesting to see how these critics view him(even wheb they critique him they seem to praise his compositions and editing) and the popular perception of him as a filmmaker on the internet(Hacky Twist guy) fuelled by people like Nostalgia critic and RLM.
Thoughts?
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2024.05.12 18:03 Unhealthyliasons What do people think of Shyamalan having strong backing from certain high brow critics/film theorists (David Bordwell, Ignatiy Vishnevetsky and the folk at Cahiers).

I recently came across an article by David Bordwell where he defended the Lady in the Water.
As a thriller, it fails; the scrunts are scary, but that stems largely from the spikes on the soundtrack. It was bold of Shyamalan to confine the film to the apartment complex, creating a closed milieu consisting of fairy-tale types, but often they come across as forced (most notably, the film critic Farber). And it’s easy to hate a movie that has its characters omit contractions: “I do not understand.” “Where is the justice?”
For all that, the film displays stylistic ambitions that we almost never see on American screens. Critics have made fun of the plot’s clumsiness, but as usual, they’re oblivious to anything about visual texture that isn’t in the press release. (Who would have commented on the look of Miami Vice if the publicity hadn’t spotlighted its cutting-edge HD technique?) It’s a pity that Bamberger’s book doesn’t go into such matters either, but as a sportswriter at least he has an excuse.
So let me point out that Lady in the Water is rather daringly directed. Shyamalan is a genuine filmmaker; he thinks in shots. Unlike the filmmakers who believe in interrupting every shot by another one, Shyamalan tries for a natural curve of interest as the image unfolds to its point of maximal interest. In this film, his characteristic longish takes—on average, twelve seconds—are allied to his most oblique visual design yet. The first dozen minutes are engagingly elliptical, quite unlike anything in normal American cinema. The partial framings, offscreen characters, incomplete shot/ reverse-shots, to-camera address, and teasing layers of focus throughout the film echo late Godard and create a pervasive unease reminiscent of the domestic passages in Unbreakable (for me, the director’s best film). In his commentary on deleted scenes in the DVD version of The Village, Shyamalan explains that a shot that decapitated Bryce Howard was too “aggressive” for the naturalistic tone he wanted, but Lady makes fragmentary framings, often sustained for many seconds, more prominent. Some compositions, especially that showing the Smokers and others split up by the shower curtains in Cleveland’s bathroom, are quite inventive.
If Lady in the Water had been made by an obscure East European director, reviewers might have praised it as magical realism and tolerated its fuzzy message of multicultural hope. (The constant playing of TV battle footage from Iraq would doubtless have earned points too.) It was Shyamalan’s misfortune to make a somewhat goofy fantasy at a moment when critics were poised to puncture his reputation. Let’s remember, though, that many respected directors have spawned “personal” projects that come off looking strained, eccentric, even suicidal. Brewster McCloud, New YorkNew York, 1941, and Radioland Murders all come to mind. I hope that once the chatter fades away, people will appreciate the virtues of Bamberger’s book and of Shyamalan’s film.
This got me to look into what some big name critics and was surprised to find so many big name defenders. The funniest thing I've found is that he's made the Cahiers du cinema annual top 10 list thrice. Same number as PTA, Bong Joon Ho, and Lars Von Trier and 1 more than Wes Anderson, Justine Triet and Tim Burton.
I'm not a fan of Shyamalan. My opinion is similar to most people here (Unbreakable, Signs and The Sixth Sense good but iffy on the rest of his filmmography). But it's interesting to see how these critics view him(even wheb they critique him they seem to praise his compositions and editing) and the popular perception of him as a filmmaker on the internet(Hacky Twist guy) fuelled by people like Nostalgia critic and RLM.
Thoughts?
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2024.05.12 17:30 slaythedayaway28 I (F22) think i am in love with my situationship. I would really appreciate a GUY’s perspective on your interpretation of his behaviour :/

Hello! I'm going to be honest, this is a last ditch effort to get any understanding out of the situation I am in, because my heart is so heavy from being sad over it. If there's a kind human out there that wouldn't mind reading this and telling me what their perspective is (and in brutal honesty) I would appreciate it more than you know.
So, I have known this guy for 7 years; let's call him W. We met in high school. We were the most unlikely of friends but we worked. After we started hanging out (we were 16ish I think, maybe younger) we developed a really intense connection. I had already had my first love at this point, and he'd had his, but for some reason we both just felt this magnetic connection towards each other (not saying he's my soulmate, because that would be unlikely, but our chemistry was so strong.)
We dated for like, a month around the year we met, but broke up because I was just young and confused (lol) not because of anything either of us did. Regardless, even after that, we'd hang out in the same friendship group and whatnot, and we were always on and off with each other, for the rest of high school. We both had our fair share of encounters with other people, but something always bought us back together. Also important to mention we had off the charts 'spicy' chemistry with each other, which was also a big factor. All in all though, he is just a human being I feel connected to, and understood by. Also think its important to mention we'd have fights quite a bit here and there, but they always stemmed from either of us being jealous we were talking to other people.
We remained friends for the last year of high school, but didn't talk to much; when we did though, it was always good. He helped me through a lot of trauma I endured and was one of the only people I knew who could make me feel safe and talk about it. In our last year of high school, I got a bf. He knew this and he was seeing someone too. High school ends. End of chapter.
Fast forward to YEARS out of high school (I'm 22 now.) I had been losing feelings for my bf that I was still with up until January of this year, I finally ended a wonderful 4 year relationship, not because anything was wrong, I just felt like I'd outgrown it.
It's sad(ish) to admit, but while I was with my long term bf, I always had W on my mind. Monthly, sometimes weekly. Just wondering how he was, if we was safe, if he was happy.
So, after telling myself after years he probably had forgotten me, and now single, I found him on social media and added him back. And he added me back. We got talking and sending selfies and making smalltalk. He went on to say how much he'd missed me, that he forgot how pretty I was and how much he liked my smile. After a week or so of talking, we caught up.
I was so nervous, but when we finally saw each other in person it was so great. It was like re-meeting him. He was so different (and he said I was too) and we talked for hours and hours that night in his car.
I couldn't shake the feeling I got from seeing him again. I could NOT get him off my mind and I didn't know why.
One night I confessed this to him and he said he felt the same, that I was constantly on his mind and he couldn't concentrate on anything. We were on the exact same page.
Anyway, we caught up again and again, and he said he wanted to see me weekly or fortnightly because he enjoyed my company and vice versa, but just at that because he's studying medicine and it's intense. Fair enough right?
Over the month we've been catching up again, he said a myriad of things to me that inevitably led me to develop new intense feelings for him that were reignited from years ago. I'm going to LIST them because this is very important to the plot, and part of the reason I am here today.
-Said after a few hangouts that he'd thought about me all the time, even though we hadn't talked for years, frequently too (this was before I had told him I felt that too, so he wasn't just saying it because I did type thing.) -Said he was developing the '4 letter L word' for me. In. those. words. -Said he was infatuated with me, obsessed with me, and could never get tired of me. (I feel exactly the same.) -Said 'I've been looking for you in every girl I've been with romantically and intimately over the years, I just thought of you all the time.' -Initiated the 'hand thing' where you put your hand up against a guys to see how much bigger they are compared to you. -Offered to take me to upcoming shows and concerts because he wanted to hang out and enjoyed my company, vice versa. -Said he cared about me, and was always so beautiful in the way he could give me advice when I was sad.
-Said I gave him butterflies. -Said he'd always wanted to reach out again but was scared I'd reject it. Said he loved how we were now because it felt way more positive and mature. -That he knows I've always been way out of his league. -Said it feels euphoric being with me. -Said that I'm the kind of girl he'd never get over in his whole life. (And same, I think the only person I will care about more than him is the person I marry lol)
We went on to define 'what we were.' I told him I'd just gotten out of a relationship and was planning on being single for a while. He said same for him, and that he wasn't actively looking for someone but would try something out if the right person came along. We agreed on being friends, simply because we really did enjoy each other's company and were both in a better place now.
ALSO IMPORTANT to mention!! The whole time we were talking again, he was texting me every day, consistently, as I was him, every. day.
He was very chatty, happy, and consistent.
Now here's where sh*t hits the fan! We have inter*ourse, right? It was great. End of story.
The next day, it's like I'm talking (or should I say not talking!) to a COMPLETELY different person. He doesn't text me the whole day, completely out of the blue to how consistent he had been over the month previous.
I was (obviously) upset, because we'd just shared a vulnerable experience together and it went from that to nothing. Not a peep.
So I messaged him and asked what was wrong, naturally, and a bit hurt. He acted completely nonchalant, like he had no idea there was even an issue, before saying he was just 'so busy' with is medicine degree he hadn't had time to text.
Okay, so you weren't too busy 2 days before but just happened to be now that we'd ___?
Anyway, I leave him be after this, and he ignores me for 2 DAYS. I watch as he views my stories and his snap score goes up and up and up. Not one word to me. He also mentioned when we talked that we 'didn't have to text every day,' but that exactly what we'd been doing for a month?? Like OBVIOUSLY we didn't have to keep that same energy going, the initial spark was always going to wear off, but communicate that to me and don't just do and do it right after we've ___? I feel like that's basic respect? So I don't feel used? OR am I asking too much?
Now, because I have respect for myself (and unfortunately feelings for him) in a moment of anger and hurt, I block him.
I did this because I was half-expecting him to see I had, and message or call me to ask what was wrong, but its been 3 days now, and nothing.
Now, I've had multiple thoughts during this grieving period I've had. My first thought was that he used me for ___. But that doesn't make sense to me. I KNOW his character, I have for 7 years, and that not what he's like (or is it?? maybe I don't even know him anymore.) I'm scared that all those things he said to me were just a facade, a lie. But again, I KNOW he actually felt those things. You know when you just know, you know? When he said/did those things he had a genuine look in his eyes, a look of love and adoration. I can't shake it.
Then why, after a month of literal bliss and intensity between us, did he go SO cold on me? Was I used? Orrr, I read something saying that a guy will pull away after ___ with someone they genuinely love because they're scared of developing feelings? I literally have no clue.
I've been crying every day and unable to get out of bed because I miss him so much. I was so happy to have W back in my life after all these years, like he's been a missing piece in my puzzle. I don't care if we never date, I am happy to just remain friends. Just as long as he's in my life I don't mind. I just miss him :(
I NEED a guy to tell my why this happened. I know with full certainty this guy cares about me. I care about him too. We have this connection and always have. Why did he switch up? I'm scared I'm never going to know the answer, because if he hasn't reached out by now, I don't think he's going to. Thank you in advance :)
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2024.05.12 01:57 LordoftheRottedTower Planar Travel in Eve of Ruin

Hi everyone, this is my first time posting on Reddit, but I had a fun idea that I thought some people might like for their Eve of Ruin campaign, so I wanted to share! I have been playing 5th edition for nearly a decade, and have been a dungeon master for at-home games for the past 4 years, and plan to run Eve of Ruin as my next adventure. I’m going to talk heavy spoilers, so I just made everything below this spoilers to play it safe (hopefully I did it right).
I’ve seen some people talking about how it will be difficult to explain why the player characters are tasked with defeating Vecna, without help from any of The Wizards Three or any other powerful NPCs. Vecna’s Link, which will tie the players to him, only grants the players some cool powers and the ability to use The Power of Secrets, but none of these things give any strong reason why the players are tasked with assembling The Rod of Seven Parts alone. It would be hard to explain why none of the wizards offer to go help, or why each chapter feels so episodic, with the characters they meet not offering to show up and help showdown with Vecna, like in Avengers Endgame.
Here is my idea that I will be using in my game:
Vecna invoked some powerful secret(s) to prevent everyone except himself from planar travel, effectively binding everyone to their current plane. Only those who Vecna allows to travel between planes by giving them a link to him (Vecna’s Link) are able to planar travel, because they have a part of him with them, and he is able to planar travel. Not only will this make the player characters some of the only beings in the multiverse able to travel between planes, but it will also allow Kas to travel between planes (assuming you give him The Sword of Kas, which I will be doing for this purpose). Because The Sword of Kas contains a portion of Vecna, any creature attuned to it will be able to planar travel. This will create a very strong reason that the player characters are tasked with defeating Vecna, since they are some of the only people who can travel between planes, so they can assemble the rod, chase down Kas once he betrays the Wizards Three and then go on to defeat Vecna.
There may be some minor rewriting that would be necessary with the planar travel restriction, but I think it would be worth it overall. The book mentions that Kas (disguised as Mordenkainen) would occasionally leave Sigil and do some nefarious plotting or whatever, so this may need to be tweaked a bit, since his leaving Sigil would immediately blow his cover. Additionally, tweaking the Chime of Banishment to include some text about banishing the creature to their native planet AND keeping them there might be useful, but I think narrating The Dark Powers taking hold of Vecna and dragging him back to his own Domain of Dread would be plenty sufficient.
I haven’t read the book cover to cover yet, so I may be missing some crucial details that would make this challenging to implement. I am happy to discuss this more in the comments! I would love if people shared any tweaks/changes or further ideas that could stem for this, I am very excited about this idea!
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2024.05.11 13:15 slaythedayaway28 I (F22) think I am in love with my situationship (M22), and I am heartbroken. I need a guy from a MANS perspective to tell me what you think his actions mean? In brutal honesty.

Hello! I'm going to be honest, this is a last ditch effort to get any understanding out of the situation I am in, because my heart is so heavy from being sad over it. If there's a kind human out there that wouldn't mind reading this and telling me what their perspective is (and in brutal honesty) I would appreciate it more than you know.
So, I have known this guy for 7 years; let's call him W. We met in high school. We were the most unlikely of friends but we worked. After we started hanging out (we were 16ish I think, maybe younger) we developed a really intense connection. I had already had my first love at this point, and he'd had his, but for some reason we both just felt this magnetic connection towards each other (not saying he's my soulmate, because that would be unlikely, but our chemistry was so strong.)
We dated for like, a month around the year we met, but broke up because I was just young and confused (lol) not because of anything either of us did. Regardless, even after that, we'd hang out in the same friendship group and whatnot, and we were always on and off with each other, for the rest of high school. We both had our fair share of encounters with other people, but something always bought us back together. Also important to mention we had off the charts 'spicy' chemistry with each other, which was also a big factor. All in all though, he is just a human being I feel connected to, and understood by. Also think its important to mention we'd have fights quite a bit here and there, but they always stemmed from either of us being jealous we were talking to other people.
We remained friends for the last year of high school, but didn't talk to much; when we did though, it was always good. He helped me through a lot of trauma I endured and was one of the only people I knew who could make me feel safe and talk about it. In our last year of high school, I got a bf. He knew this and he was seeing someone too. High school ends. End of chapter.
Fast forward to YEARS out of high school (I'm 22 now.) I had been losing feelings for my bf that I was still with up until January of this year, I finally ended a wonderful 4 year relationship, not because anything was wrong, I just felt like I'd outgrown it.
It's sad(ish) to admit, but while I was with my long term bf, I always had W on my mind. Monthly, sometimes weekly. Just wondering how he was, if we was safe, if he was happy.
So, after telling myself after years he probably had forgotten me, and now single, I found him on social media and added him back. And he added me back. We got talking and sending selfies and making smalltalk. He went on to say how much he'd missed me, that he forgot how pretty I was and how much he liked my smile. After a week or so of talking, we caught up.
I was so nervous, but when we finally saw each other in person it was so great. It was like re-meeting him. He was so different (and he said I was too) and we talked for hours and hours that night in his car.
I couldn't shake the feeling I got from seeing him again. I could NOT get him off my mind and I didn't know why.
One night I confessed this to him and he said he felt the same, that I was constantly on his mind and he couldn't concentrate on anything. We were on the exact same page.
Anyway, we caught up again and again, and he said he wanted to see me weekly or fortnightly because he enjoyed my company and vice versa, but just at that because he's studying medicine and it's intense. Fair enough right?
Over the month we've been catching up again, he said a myriad of things to me that inevitably led me to develop new intense feelings for him that were reignited from years ago. I'm going to LIST them because this is very important to the plot, and part of the reason I am here today.
-Said after a few hangouts that he'd thought about me all the time, even though we hadn't talked for years, frequently too (this was before I had told him I felt that too, so he wasn't just saying it because I did type thing.) -Said he was developing the '4 letter L word' for me. In. those. words. -Said he was infatuated with me, obsessed with me, and could never get tired of me. (I feel exactly the same.) -Said 'I've been looking for you in every girl I've been with romantically and intimately over the years, I just thought of you all the time.' -Initiated the 'hand thing' where you put your hand up against a guys to see how much bigger they are compared to you. -Offered to take me to upcoming shows and concerts because he wanted to hang out and enjoyed my company, vice versa. -Said he cared about me, and was always so beautiful in the way he could give me advice when I was sad.
-Said I gave him butterflies. -Said he'd always wanted to reach out again but was scared I'd reject it. Said he loved how we were now because it felt way more positive and mature. -That he knows I've always been way out of his league. -Said it feels euphoric being with me. -Said that I'm the kind of girl he'd never get over in his whole life. (And same, I think the only person I will care about more than him is the person I marry lol)
We went on to define 'what we were.' I told him I'd just gotten out of a relationship and was planning on being single for a while. He said same for him, and that he wasn't actively looking for someone but would try something out if the right person came along. We agreed on being friends, simply because we really did enjoy each other's company and were both in a better place now.
ALSO IMPORTANT to mention!! The whole time we were talking again, he was texting me every day, consistently, as I was him, every. day.
He was very chatty, happy, and consistent.
Now here's where sh*t hits the fan! We have inter*ourse, right? It was great. End of story.
The next day, it's like I'm talking (or should I say not talking!) to a COMPLETELY different person. He doesn't text me the whole day, completely out of the blue to how consistent he had been over the month previous.
I was (obviously) upset, because we'd just shared a vulnerable experience together and it went from that to nothing. Not a peep.
So I messaged him and asked what was wrong, naturally, and a bit hurt. He acted completely nonchalant, like he had no idea there was even an issue, before saying he was just 'so busy' with is medicine degree he hadn't had time to text.
Okay, so you weren't too busy 2 days before but just happened to be now that we'd ___?
Anyway, I leave him be after this, and he ignores me for 2 DAYS. I watch as he views my stories and his snap score goes up and up and up. Not one word to me. He also mentioned when we talked that we 'didn't have to text every day,' but that exactly what we'd been doing for a month?? Like OBVIOUSLY we didn't have to keep that same energy going, the initial spark was always going to wear off, but communicate that to me and don't just do and do it right after we've ___? I feel like that's basic respect? So I don't feel used? OR am I asking too much?
Now, because I have respect for myself (and unfortunately feelings for him) in a moment of anger and hurt, I block him.
I did this because I was half-expecting him to see I had, and message or call me to ask what was wrong, but its been 3 days now, and nothing.
Now, I've had multiple thoughts during this grieving period I've had. My first thought was that he used me for ___. But that doesn't make sense to me. I KNOW his character, I have for 7 years, and that not what he's like (or is it?? maybe I don't even know him anymore.) I'm scared that all those things he said to me were just a facade, a lie. But again, I KNOW he actually felt those things. You know when you just know, you know? When he said/did those things he had a genuine look in his eyes, a look of love and adoration. I can't shake it.
Then why, after a month of literal bliss and intensity between us, did he go SO cold on me? Was I used? Orrr, I read something saying that a guy will pull away after ___ with someone they genuinely love because they're scared of developing feelings? I literally have no clue.
I've been crying every day and unable to get out of bed because I miss him so much. I was so happy to have W back in my life after all these years, like he's been a missing piece in my puzzle. I don't care if we never date, I am happy to just remain friends. Just as long as he's in my life I don't mind. I just miss him :(
I NEED a guy to tell my why this happened. I know with full certainty this guy cares about me. I care about him too. We have this connection and always have. Why did he switch up? I'm scared I'm never going to know the answer, because if he hasn't reached out by now, I don't think he's going to. Thank you in advance :)
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2024.05.11 13:11 slaythedayaway28 I (F22) think I am in love with my situationship, and I am heartbroken. I need a guy from a MANS perspective to tell me honestly what you think his actions mean.

Hello! I'm going to be honest, this is a last ditch effort to get any understanding out of the situation I am in, because my heart is so heavy from being sad over it. If there's a kind human out there that wouldn't mind reading this and telling me what their perspective is (and in brutal honesty) I would appreciate it more than you know.
So, I have known this guy for 7 years; let's call him W. We met in high school. We were the most unlikely of friends but we worked. After we started hanging out (we were 16ish I think, maybe younger) we developed a really intense connection. I had already had my first love at this point, and he'd had his, but for some reason we both just felt this magnetic connection towards each other (not saying he's my soulmate, because that would be unlikely, but our chemistry was so strong.)
We dated for like, a month around the year we met, but broke up because I was just young and confused (lol) not because of anything either of us did. Regardless, even after that, we'd hang out in the same friendship group and whatnot, and we were always on and off with each other, for the rest of high school. We both had our fair share of encounters with other people, but something always bought us back together. Also important to mention we had off the charts 'spicy' chemistry with each other, which was also a big factor. All in all though, he is just a human being I feel connected to, and understood by. Also think its important to mention we'd have fights quite a bit here and there, but they always stemmed from either of us being jealous we were talking to other people.
We remained friends for the last year of high school, but didn't talk to much; when we did though, it was always good. He helped me through a lot of trauma I endured and was one of the only people I knew who could make me feel safe and talk about it. In our last year of high school, I got a bf. He knew this and he was seeing someone too. High school ends. End of chapter.
Fast forward to YEARS out of high school (I'm 22 now.) I had been losing feelings for my bf that I was still with up until January of this year, I finally ended a wonderful 4 year relationship, not because anything was wrong, I just felt like I'd outgrown it.
It's sad(ish) to admit, but while I was with my long term bf, I always had W on my mind. Monthly, sometimes weekly. Just wondering how he was, if we was safe, if he was happy.
So, after telling myself after years he probably had forgotten me, and now single, I found him on social media and added him back. And he added me back. We got talking and sending selfies and making smalltalk. He went on to say how much he'd missed me, that he forgot how pretty I was and how much he liked my smile. After a week or so of talking, we caught up.
I was so nervous, but when we finally saw each other in person it was so great. It was like re-meeting him. He was so different (and he said I was too) and we talked for hours and hours that night in his car.
I couldn't shake the feeling I got from seeing him again. I could NOT get him off my mind and I didn't know why.
One night I confessed this to him and he said he felt the same, that I was constantly on his mind and he couldn't concentrate on anything. We were on the exact same page.
Anyway, we caught up again and again, and he said he wanted to see me weekly or fortnightly because he enjoyed my company and vice versa, but just at that because he's studying medicine and it's intense. Fair enough right?
Over the month we've been catching up again, he said a myriad of things to me that inevitably led me to develop new intense feelings for him that were reignited from years ago.
I'm going to LIST them because this is very important to the plot, and part of the reason I am here today. -Said after a few hangouts that he'd thought about me all the time, even though we hadn't talked for years, frequently too (this was before I had told him I felt that too, so he wasn't just saying it because I did type thing.) -Said he was developing the '4 letter L word' for me. In. those. words. -Said he was infatuated with me, obsessed with me, and could never get tired of me. (I feel exactly the same.) -Said 'I've been looking for you in every girl I've been with romantically and intimately over the years, I just thought of you all the time.' -Initiated the 'hand thing' where you put your hand up against a guys to see how much bigger they are compared to you. -Offered to take me to upcoming shows and concerts because he wanted to hang out and enjoyed my company, vice versa. -Said he cared about me, and was always so beautiful in the way he could give me advice when I was sad. -Said he'd always wanted to reach out again but was scared I'd reject it. Said he loved how we were now because it felt way more positive and mature. -That he knows I've always been way out of his league. -Said it feels euphoric being with me. -Said that I'm the kind of girl he'd never get over in his whole life. (And same, I think the only person I will care about more than him is the person I marry lol)
We went on to define 'what we were.' I told him I'd just gotten out of a relationship and was planning on being single for a while. He said same for him, and that he wasn't actively looking for someone but would try something out if the right person came along. We agreed on being friends, simply because we really did enjoy each other's company and were both in a better place now.
ALSO IMPORTANT to mention!! The whole time we were talking again, he was texting me every day, consistently, as I was him, every. day.
He was very chatty, happy, and consistent.
Now here's where sh*t hits the fan! We have inter*ourse, right? It was great. End of story.
The next day, it's like I'm talking (or should I say not talking!) to a COMPLETELY different person. He doesn't text me the whole day, completely out of the blue to how consistent he had been over the month previous.
I was (obviously) upset, because we'd just shared a vulnerable experience together and it went from that to nothing. Not a peep.
So I messaged him and asked what was wrong, naturally, and a bit hurt. He acted completely nonchalant, like he had no idea there was even an issue, before saying he was just 'so busy' with is medicine degree he hadn't had time to text.
Okay, so you weren't too busy 2 days before but just happened to be now that we'd ___?
Anyway, I leave him be after this, and he ignores me for 2 DAYS. I watch as he views my stories and his snap score goes up and up and up. Not one word to me. He also mentioned when we talked that we 'didn't have to text every day,' but that exactly what we'd been doing for a month?? Like OBVIOUSLY we didn't have to keep that same energy going, the initial spark was always going to wear off, but communicate that to me and don't just do and do it right after we've ___? I feel like that's basic respect? So I don't feel used? OR am I asking too much?
Now, because I have respect for myself (and unfortunately feelings for him) in a moment of anger and hurt, I block him.
I did this because I was half-expecting him to see I had, and message or call me to ask what was wrong, but its been 3 days now, and nothing.
Now, I've had multiple thoughts during this grieving period I've had. My first thought was that he used me for ___. But that doesn't make sense to me. I KNOW his character, I have for 7 years, and that not what he's like (or is it?? maybe I don't even know him anymore.) I'm scared that all those things he said to me were just a facade, a lie. But again, I KNOW he actually felt those things. You know when you just know, you know? When he said/did those things he had a genuine look in his eyes, a look of love and adoration. I can't shake it.
Then why, after a month of literal bliss and intensity between us, did he go SO cold on me? Was I used?
Orrr, I read something saying that a guy will pull away after ___ with someone they genuinely love because they're scared of developing feelings? I literally have no clue.
I've been crying every day and unable to get out of bed because I miss him so much. I was so happy to have W back in my life after all these years, like he's been a missing piece in my puzzle. I don't care if we never date, I am happy to just remain friends. Just as long as he's in my life I don't mind. I just miss him :(
I NEED a guy to tell my why this happened. I know with full certainty this guy cares about me. I care about him too. We have this connection and always have. Why did he switch up? I'm scared I'm never going to know the answer, because if he hasn't reached out by now, I don't think he's going to. Thank you in advance :)
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2024.05.11 13:08 slaythedayaway28 I (F22) think I am in love with my situationship, and I'm heartbroken. I need a guy from a man's perspective to tell me honestly what you think his actions mean.

Hello! I'm going to be honest, this is a last ditch effort to get any understanding out of the situation I am in, because my heart is so heavy from being sad over it. If there's a kind human out there that wouldn't mind reading this and telling me what their perspective is (and in brutal honesty) I would appreciate it more than you know.
So, I have known this guy for 7 years; let's call him W. We met in high school. We were the most unlikely of friends but we worked. After we started hanging out (we were 16ish I think, maybe younger) we developed a really intense connection. I had already had my first love at this point, and he'd had his, but for some reason we both just felt this magnetic connection towards each other (not saying he's my soulmate, because that would be unlikely, but our chemistry was so strong.)
We dated for like, a month around the year we met, but broke up because I was just young and confused (lol) not because of anything either of us did. Regardless, even after that, we'd hang out in the same friendship group and whatnot, and we were always on and off with each other, for the rest of high school. We both had our fair share of encounters with other people, but something always bought us back together. Also important to mention we had off the charts 'spicy' chemistry with each other, which was also a big factor. All in all though, he is just a human being I feel connected to, and understood by. Also think its important to mention we'd have fights quite a bit here and there, but they always stemmed from either of us being jealous we were talking to other people.
We remained friends for the last year of high school, but didn't talk to much; when we did though, it was always good. He helped me through a lot of trauma I endured and was one of the only people I knew who could make me feel safe and talk about it. In our last year of high school, I got a bf. He knew this and he was seeing someone too. High school ends. End of chapter.
Fast forward to YEARS out of high school (I'm 22 now.) I had been losing feelings for my bf that I was still with up until January of this year, I finally ended a wonderful 4 year relationship, not because anything was wrong, I just felt like I'd outgrown it.
It's sad(ish) to admit, but while I was with my long term bf, I always had W on my mind. Monthly, sometimes weekly. Just wondering how he was, if we was safe, if he was happy.
So, after telling myself after years he probably had forgotten me, and now single, I found him on social media and added him back. And he added me back. We got talking and sending selfies and making smalltalk. He went on to say how much he'd missed me, that he forgot how pretty I was and how much he liked my smile. After a week or so of talking, we caught up.
I was so nervous, but when we finally saw each other in person it was so great. It was like re-meeting him. He was so different (and he said I was too) and we talked for hours and hours that night in his car.
I couldn't shake the feeling I got from seeing him again. I could NOT get him off my mind and I didn't know why.
One night I confessed this to him and he said he felt the same, that I was constantly on his mind and he couldn't concentrate on anything. We were on the exact same page.
Anyway, we caught up again and again, and he said he wanted to see me weekly or fortnightly because he enjoyed my company and vice versa, but just at that because he's studying medicine and it's intense. Fair enough right?
Over the month we've been catching up again, he said a myriad of things to me that inevitably led me to develop new intense feelings for him that were reignited from years ago.
I'm going to LIST them because this is very important to the plot, and part of the reason I am here today.
-Said after a few hangouts that he'd thought about me all the time, even though we hadn't talked for years, frequently too (this was before I had told him I felt that too, so he wasn't just saying it because I did type thing.)
-Said he was developing the '4 letter L word' for me. In. those. words.
-Said he was infatuated with me, obsessed with me, and could never get tired of me. (I feel exactly the same.)
-Said 'I've been looking for you in every girl I've been with romantically and intimately over the years, I just thought of you all the time.'
-Initiated the 'hand thing' where you put your hand up against a guys to see how much bigger they are compared to you.
-Offered to take me to upcoming shows and concerts because he wanted to hang out and enjoyed my company, vice versa.
-Said he cared about me, and was always so beautiful in the way he could give me advice when I was sad.
-Said he'd always wanted to reach out again but was scared I'd reject it. Said he loved how we were now because it felt way more positive and mature.
-That he knows I've always been way out of his league.
-Said it feels euphoric being with me.
-Said that I'm the kind of girl he'd never get over in his whole life. (And same, I think the only person I will care about more than him is the person I marry lol)
We went on to define 'what we were.' I told him I'd just gotten out of a relationship and was planning on being single for a while. He said same for him, and that he wasn't actively looking for someone but would try something out if the right person came along. We agreed on being friends, simply because we really did enjoy each other's company and were both in a better place now.
ALSO IMPORTANT to mention!! The whole time we were talking again, he was texting me every day, consistently, as I was him, every. day.
He was very chatty, happy, and consistent.
Now here's where sh*t hits the fan! We have inter*ourse, right? It was great. End of story.
The next day, it's like I'm talking (or should I say not talking!) to a COMPLETELY different person. He doesn't text me the whole day, completely out of the blue to how consistent he had been over the month previous.
I was (obviously) upset, because we'd just shared a vulnerable experience together and it went from that to nothing. Not a peep.
So I messaged him and asked what was wrong, naturally, and a bit hurt.
He acted completely nonchalant, like he had no idea there was even an issue, before saying he was just 'so busy' with is medicine degree he hadn't had time to text.
Okay, so you weren't too busy 2 days before but just happened to be now that we'd ___?
Anyway, I leave him be after this, and he ignores me for 2 DAYS. I watch as he views my stories and his snap score goes up and up and up. Not one word to me. He also mentioned when we talked that we 'didn't have to text every day,' but that exactly what we'd been doing for a month?? Like OBVIOUSLY we didn't have to keep that same energy going, the initial spark was always going to wear off, but communicate that to me and don't just do and do it right after we've ___? I feel like that's basic respect? So I don't feel used? OR am I asking too much?
Now, because I have respect for myself (and unfortunately feelings for him) in a moment of anger and hurt, I block him.
I did this because I was half-expecting him to see I had, and message or call me to ask what was wrong, but its been 3 days now, and nothing.
Now, I've had multiple thoughts during this grieving period I've had. My first thought was that he used me for ___. But that doesn't make sense to me. I KNOW his character, I have for 7 years, and that not what he's like (or is it?? maybe I don't even know him anymore.) I'm scared that all those things he said to me were just a facade, a lie. But again, I KNOW he actually felt those things. You know when you just know, you know? When he said/did those things he had a genuine look in his eyes, a look of love and adoration. I can't shake it.
Then why, after a month of literal bliss and intensity between us, did he go SO cold on me? Was I used? Orrr, I read something saying that a guy will pull away after ___ with someone they genuinely love because they're scared of developing feelings? I literally have no clue.
I've been crying every day and unable to get out of bed because I miss him so much. I was so happy to have W back in my life after all these years, like he's been a missing piece in my puzzle. I don't care if we never date, I am happy to just remain friends. Just as long as he's in my life I don't mind. I just miss him :(
I NEED a guy to tell my why this happened. I know with full certainty this guy cares about me. I care about him too. We have this connection and always have. Why did he switch up? I'm scared I'm never going to know the answer, because if he hasn't reached out by now, I don't think he's going to.

Thank you in advance :)

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2024.05.11 04:31 Distinct-Exercise417 Surprisingly, one of those most useful plot devices ever devised in Anime was the choice for characters to scream out the name of their attacks. Otherwise we would have to memorize every individual’s moveset and fights would end in two strikes at most because they would happen by complete surprise.

As silly as it sounds, we know exactly what is about to happen when Renji Abarai yells ‘Roar, Zabimaru!’. For shows with hundreds of attacks, yelling the name stems the brief moment of surprise and confusion that distracts from the plot when somebody suddenly spits a snake out of their sword, or 10,000,000 Sakura blades from the air. You know something the adversary doesn’t know and it adds to your suspense and understanding of the gravity or mystery of the situation, because you’ve seen it before.
(Yes I also posted this in Bleach, because I’m bouncing back and forth between shows at the moment.)
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2024.05.11 04:25 Distinct-Exercise417 Surprisingly, one of those most useful plot devices ever devised in Anime was the choice for characters to scream out the name of their attacks. Otherwise we would have to memorize every individual’s moveset and fights would probably end in two strikes at most.

As silly as it sounds, we know exactly what is about to happen when Renji Abarai yells ‘Roar, Zabimaru!’. For shows with hundreds of attacks, yelling the name stems the brief moment of surprise and confusion that distracts from the plot when somebody suddenly spits a snake out of their sword, or 10,000,000 Sakura blades from the air. You know something the adversary doesn’t know and it adds to your suspense and understanding of the gravity or mystery of the situation, because you’ve seen it before.
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2024.05.11 02:07 thatgirlwinter7357 (F4A) JJK RPs!

Hello everyone, I have 3 plot ideas set in the Jujutsu Kaisen universe that I'd love to play out. I'd prefer to do them with OCs (and have my own original characters in mind for them)
Plot 1: Foreign Affairs
While most of the history of Jujutsu Sorcery stems from Japan, there have been sorcerers and curses users from countries all around the world. Most curses however are found in Japan because of ancient traditions. And the strongest curse ever found outside of mainland Japan, was only a first grade. Thus the protection of humans in other countries was left to their small pool of local sorcerers. However... A special grade curse has appeared in the United States, already it's wiped out two 1st Grade Sorcerers. However, one American sorcerer stepped up and was able to defeat it, earning them the honor of being the first foreign Special Grade Sorcerer. Now they are tasked with starting a Jujutsu school to raise a new generation of sorcerers who can protect humanity.
-In this we would have a mentor character and a cast of students. I'm happy to play either the mentor and a student or two students if you have a mentor character in mind.
Plot 2: The Child of Prophecy
During the Heian period, the famous sorcerer clans were high and mighty above all others. The Zennin Clan in particular were quite powerful with their shadowy techniques. However in a small village a woman named Yuki Kura was born. Her cursed technique was called Luminance: the ability to generate and imbue light with cursed energy. While she was moderately strong, likely a second grade in modern rankings, the Zennin Clan wanted more from her. The potential of mixing a light based, and shadow based inherited technique had potential to make a sorcerer of legend. Yuki was forced into marrying a promising young sorcerer from the Zennin Clan, however Yuki made a heavenly pact that no child of hers would be a sorcerer, not until a descendant was born strong enough to live freely. Now a thousand years later... A descendant of Yuki was born with the power of luminance.
-This plot is based around a specific OC of mine, if you couldn't tell by her elaborate backstory. This plot/character could be added on to the other two plots, but I like the idea of this prophesized girl having to learn from an old master. With a focus on her getting stronger and learning.
Plot 3: Can a Curse be Allowed to Live?
Curses are seen as a natural evil, like earthquakes, and typhoons. A horrible threat to humanity that must be stopped as much as possible. However, could a curse... Help humanity? Could a new curse be guided from its distructive nature and become a sorcerer?
-This one also follows a mentostudent dynamic. I have 2 characters in mind for this RP a girl who's the daughter of a human sorcerer and a cursed spirit. Or a newly formed cursed spirit, the android-like Future Curse
Please message or chat me if any of this sounds interesting! Thank you for reading!
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2024.05.11 01:00 death-ace Jon Wylde Prologue - A Desperate Resolution

3rd Moon, 23 AC
On the Rain House grounds
The scent of freshly churned earth and petrichor filled Jon’s nostrils. Besides the faint sound of bird song deep in the forest the world was silent. When he looked down he saw the grave plot, newly dug by his own rough calloused hands the eve before last. His red rimmed eyes trailed over to the heavy granite headstone where the name Cassandra Wylde was expertly engraved onto its surface. Below her name was the date she died: three days previously. His wife was the last in a long line of plots memorializing the dead of House Wylde. Next to her was Jon’s brother and his first born son.
“Give all my love to Harlan when you arrive in front of the seven, my love,” the old lord whispered, the words drifting away in the wind. Liquid pooled in his bloodshot eyes but he blinked it away before the tears could fall. As much as he was grieving, as hard as he was hurting, he couldn’t let the pain show. It would just be considered another in a long line of his weaknesses. Jon Wylde could not afford anything but a show of complete strength.
The soft sound of heavy boots in the grass and the squeak of new leather pulled him from his thoughts. He knew it would be his youngest son Lyonel who came to him even before he heard the low vibrato of his voice.
“You’ve been out here for hours.” The words were tinged with bitterness, an accusation, underneath all the grief. Jon knew that his son blamed him for the loss of his mother as the two of them had always been very close. He was right. It was Jon’s fault. The poison laced wine had been meant for Jon’s lips and while he’d drunk enough of it to fall mildly ill it was Cassandra who fell victim to its curse. It was his wife who got weaker and weaker until she went into a coma and died shortly after that. It was the memory of her gaunt ashen face stuck on repeat whenever he closed his eyes.
It was not the first time some outlaw or assassin had attempted to steal his life from him in the years since he’d become steward of the Stormlands. There were brigands on the roads ambushing his retinue, but he’d killed those ones. There was a lone assassin who attempted to get past his guards into his chambers at night, but they caught that one. There were even assassins hired by nobility to slay him but those men turned on their employers and he had every last one of them hanged. This ghost tried to hurt him but only hurt his wife instead. Of course this was the one killer they could not find.
He should have done more. At this point all leads had gone cold and there was nothing left to be done. Jon felt hatred and despair burning in his heart. He wanted to find this assassin and cause them to suffer until there was nothing left. But he had nowhere to direct his feelings.
“I know Lyonel. I just…I need to be here. I don’t want to leave her alone, not yet.” His voice was quieter now. He had much more patience for his children than he had for himself. It was always that way. Strict with himself and his soldiers but soft with the people in his life who mattered to him. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.
“She’s not alone. She has Harlan.” Those words were still bitter, though not laced with the blame his son’s previous words held. No one could hold the deaths in the Kingswood against him. It was not his fault the woods were not cleared of bandits and they took advantage of so many nobility in one place. Jon tried to save his brother, tried to save his son, but lost them both in one day. So much mourning took place after that day. The realm had never truly recovered.
The silence that stretched between them after that seemed to go on for an eternity. The sun dipped closer to its apex in the sky.
“Are you going to step down and give your job to the younger Baratheon? Lord Swann and Lord Caron are whispering about it.” The voice was closer now. Jon looked over to see that Lyonel had come to join him at the side of his mother’s grave.
“Fuck. That.” Jon’s hands clenched into fists at his side. “And fuck them. Your mother’s death was not an accident. I wouldn’t be surprised if one of those carrion crows were behind it. I’ve sacrificed Cassandra for this power. I have no intentions of letting it go now. I don’t care what I have to do, who I have to fuck over, what deals I have to make. I will be Lord Paramount of the Stormlands one day I can promise you that boy.”
He stared his son down with a desperate resolve only to see Lyonel looking up at him with a sly smirk on his face. So the boy already knew the answer to the question he posed. He was too clever by half. Took after his mother that way.
“So what are we going to do about it then? Half the realm is already angry at you for one reason or another. They’ve begun making shrewd marriage alliances with half the reach and the west right under your nose. We’ve got an uphill battle I fear.”
Jon picked a small yellow wildflower from the grass beside the grave and rolled its stem between his fingers. He considered his next words carefully. Once he began gathering his allies around him there was no turning back. The world would begin to know his true intentions. Was this really what he wanted? At first he only took up the position because his friend Orys asked it of him, said there was no one else he could trust, and Jon did his duty. But as time went on he knew no one else could do the job any better. And well, the Stormlands should be ruled by a Stormlander not some upjumped Valyrian noble. Even if he did have Durrandon blood in him.
“Send a raven to the Bastard of Blackhaven and another to the Evenstar. Perhaps one to the turtle lords as well. It’s time to call in the cavalry.”
Lyonel nodded and with one final mournful look down towards the fresh earth he turned and jogged back to the castle to carry out the duties his father left to him. Jon waited until he was gone before letting out the desperate guttural moan of agony he’d been holding deep inside of him all this time. He crushed the flower in his fist and dropped it on his wife’s grave before following after his son.
He was a man with nothing left to lose and Westeros was about to learn just how dangerous that could be.
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2024.05.10 23:43 NyxShadowhawk I Read the Silmarillion So You Don't Have To, Part Five

I Read the Silmarillion So You Don't Have To, Part Five
Disclaimer: I started this series for my mother and sister, who are diehard LotR fans, but don't want to read the Silm. They wanted the Tolkien lore, though, so they asked me to tell them what happens in the Silm, and it became this fun summary.
Previous Part
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Chapter 10: Of the Sindar Meanwhile, in Middle-earth…
Remember the Sindar? They’re the people of Elwë, the only one of the original three Elven Lords who never made it back to Valinor, and Melian, a Maia who seduced him. The Sindar are basically native to Middle-earth, and save for Elwë himself, none of them have seen the Two Trees of Valinor. That makes them “Grey Elves,” neither light nor dark. They live in Beleriand, the westernmost land mass of Middle-earth, on which most of The Silmarillion takes place, and which is completely gone by the time LotR takes place.
Elu Thingol by Bohemian Weasel
Elu Thingol by Bohemian Weasel
The Sindar know Elwë as Thingol, which is Sindarin for “Greymantle,” and acknowledge him as king. Earlier, I assumed that Thingol and Melian were the ancestors of the Sindar, but this isn’t true; they only have one child, and her name is Lúthien. She is one of the other major players in The Silmarillion, and was based directly on Tolkien’s wife Edith, so she’s kind of a big deal. She’s born in the forest of Neldoreth, and white flowers spring up to greet her.
While Melkor was being held captive in Valinor, the Dwarves finally enter the picture in Middle-earth. They call themselves Khazâd, and the Sindar call them Naugrim, which means “stunted people.” The Elves are somewhat bewildered when the Dwarves come into Beleriand from the East, because they didn’t know that any other people existed. They assumed that they were the only living things who could speak or make things. They don’t learn the Dwarven language, but the Dwarves endeavor to learn Sindarin. When the Noldor eventually show up, the Dwarves really like them, because the Noldor share their reverence for the god Aulë and their skill at metalwork and cutting gemstones.
Because Melian is a Maia, she can see the future. She warns Thingol that the peace isn’t going to last. Thingol decides to build a fortress in case worst comes to worst, and enlists the help of the dwarves to build it. The Dwarves oblige, happy to have a new project, and Thingol pays them in pearls, which they’d never seen before. The biggest pearl is called Nimphelos, which the Dwarves particularly value. (Its name sounds a lot like Omphalos, an egg-shaped sacred stone at Delphi that the Ancient Greeks thought was the navel of the world.) The Dwarves build Thingol a mansion underground, in the style of their own. I’m guessing that, like Hobbit holes, this is a reference to Celtic fairy lore that describes fairies as living in mounds. Like the fairies of British and Irish lore, Thingol has a lavish underground palace called Menegroth, the Thousand Caves. Its pillars are carved to look like trees, with carved animals on the walls and in the “branches” of the pillars. Colorful mosaics decorate the floors, banners and tapestries chronicle the deeds of the Valar, there are silver fountains and singing nightingales, and it’s all as beautiful as anything gets outside of Valinor.
Everything’s great for a bit, but Melkor’s monsters still exist, and eventually Orcs and wolves push into Beleriand. The Elves don’t know what the Orcs are. They assume that the Orcs are Avari (Elves that refused to go to Valinor) that turned evil, which is almost right in an indirect way. Thingol needs weapons to fight Melkor’s monsters, but the Sindar don’t have any weapons and don’t know how to make them, because they’ve never needed them before. The Dwarves know how to make them, having used them to fight all the dangerous things in the East, and they teach the Sindar how to make and use them. Dwarves remain the absolute best at making things of steel, and they invented chainmail.
Remember the Nandor? They were another subgroup of Elves who split off from the Teleri while they were traveling to Valinor, and stayed in Middle-earth. They become the Wood Elves, and their descendants will be the elves of Mirkwood. But at this point in history, they come to Thingol, seeking protection from Melkor’s monsters. Thingol lets them stay in an eastern land called Ossiriand.
A Sindar Elf named Daeron invents the runic writing system, which the Elves don’t care for, but the Dwarves readily adopt.
Once again, everything’s great for a while. But then, Morgoth and Ungoliant have their struggle to the north. The Sindar hear Morgoth’s shrieking and know that something is wrong. Melian’s magic keeps Ungoliant from entering their land, but barely. The Sindar are suddenly assaulted by Morgoth’s massive army of Orcs from his northern citadel of Angband. The Orcs aren’t like anything the Sindar have ever seen, and there’s thousands of them. We get a short summary of the ensuing battle (in which Tolkien drops more place names than I can possibly keep track of).
The Elves and Dwarves win, but they lose a lot of lives in the process. The King of the Nandor, an Elf named Denethor, dies in combat. Distraught by his death, many of his people renounce open war. They are called Laiquendi, “Green Elves,” because they wear leaves. The rest of the Nandor join the Sindar, and merge with them. The Sindar fence themselves into their forest with a magic wall of “shadow and bewilderment” that Melian casts to keep the Orcs out. After that, their forest becomes known as Doriath, the “Land of the Girdle,” after the magic wall. The wall protects them, but the peace and bliss are broken.
Beleriand Map
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Chapter 11: Of the Sun and Moon and the Hiding of Valinor In which the Two Trees have a last hurrah.
Back in Valinor, the Valar are very sad about the Trees, but they’re even sadder about Fëanor. Fëanor is, without a doubt, the best of the Elves. He may be a narcissist, but he’s right about how great he is: he’s the strongest, the smartest, the cleverest, the most beautiful, the most skilled, and the most capable both mentally and physically. Imagine all the good he could have done in the world, and what beautiful and useful things he might have made, if Morgoth hadn’t corrupted him! Now he’s going to waste his life on a pointless endeavor, and his entire line is cursed. It didn’t have to be like this. When a messenger tells Manwë how Fëanor responded to the prophecy of doom, Manwë cries.
However, Manwë doesn’t dispute Fëanor’s boast that people will sing of his deeds until the end of the world. After all, songs are beautiful things. If you remember, Eru Ilúvatar told Melkor that all of his evil deeds will result in more beautiful things, that no one would otherwise have conceived of. Evil always begets good, in spite of itself. Fëanor’s evil deeds will result in the creation of beautiful art in the future, thus indirectly producing good things. But that doesn’t make Fëanor’s actions any better in the present.
Yavanna, goddess of plants, and Nienna, goddess of sorrow, do their absolute best to heal the Trees. The Trees are beyond saving, but the goddesses’ lamentation does do something: With their last bit of strength, Telperion bears a single silver flower, and Laurelin bears a single golden fruit. Yavanna picks them both off the trees. After that, the Two Trees die for good, with nothing but their lifeless stems remaining in Valinor as a sad monument to what once was. Manwë blesses the flower and the fruit, and Aulë makes vessels to hold and preserve them. Then Varda hangs them in the sky as the new lamps: The flower of Telperion is the Moon, and the fruit of Laurelin is the Sun. The two lights will help the Children of Ilúvatar and hinder Morgoth.
Creation of the Two Trees by Julia Pelzer
Creation of the Two Trees by Julia Pelzer
Each group of Elves has a different name for the Moon and the Sun. The Vanyar (the Elves who got to Valinor first and stayed there) call them Isil and Anar. The Noldor call them Rána the Wayward, and Vána the Heart of Fire.
The Moon and Sun also have their own Maiar to guide them through the sky. The Maia of the Sun is called Arien, and the Maia of the Moon is called Tilion. Both Maiar had loved their respective Trees while the Trees were alive, and begged for the position of tending to the Sun and Moon. Arien is a fire goddess who doesn’t fear the heat of the sun, and Tilion is a hunter god who was one of Oromë’s companions. (This mirrors Norse Mythology, in which the Sun is driven by a goddess called Sol or Sunna, and the Moon by a god called Máni.)
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Narsilion by breath-art
The Moon rises first, and brings hope to the Elves. When the Moon rises, Fingolfin and the Noldor begin their long trek into Middle-earth across the frozen north. After the Moon rises and sets seven times, the Sun is hung in the sky, and the first dawn comes. When the Sun sets, it comes to rest in Valinor, briefly reminding the Valar and remaining Elves of the light of the Two Trees and the joy they once had. But the Sun and Moon still pale in comparison to the Two Trees. The only remaining things that preserve the original light, pre-Ungoliant’s destruction, are the Silmarils.
Morgoth is obviously horrified, and immediately sends dark clouds to prevent the Sun from shining upon his land of Angband. Arien, the Maia of the Sun, is the only entity that Morgoth is really afraid of, and he no longer has the strength to attack her. But he does send evil spirits after Tilion, the Maia of the Moon. (This might explain why the moon has phases, but it’s not explicitly said.)
The Valar still remember what happened the last time they put up lamps, and they’re not about to let Morgoth destroy their paradise for a third time. They decide to almost completely cut off Valinor from the rest of the world. They make the Pélori Mountains around Valinor rise impossibly high, with sheer faces like glass. The only way in or out of Valinor is through a mountain pass called the Calacirya, which the Valar leave open to allow the Elves to see the stars. But the pass is heavily guarded. And, as an extra precaution, they fill the sea with enchanted islands that are full of illusions to confuse and trap anyone who tries to sail to Aman. The Noldor are officially, permanently cut off from Valinor — there’s no turning back now.
Telperion and Laurelin by MrSvein872
Telperion and Laurelin by MrSvein872
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Chapter 12: Of Men In which the Men finally show up.
Having sealed themselves away, the Valar basically leave Middle-earth to the mercy of Morgoth. It’s not all bad, though; the Sun keeps Morgoth at bay, and it causes many new things to grow in Beleriand. Beleriand is a pretty nice place, for what it’s worth. Not as nice as Valinor, but, y’know… it could be worse.
When the Sun rises, the Men finally awaken. The Elves have a lot of different names for them, but the important ones are Atani (“Second People”) and Hildor (“Followers”). The Men didn’t have a Vala to invite them to Valinor. Men fear the Valar, because they don’t really know what the Valar are or why they’re there, and the Valar have stopped paying attention to Middle-earth. Ulmo watches over the Men through all the water of Middle-earth, but Men don’t know how to understand the divine messages brought to them by the water. It’s rumored that the Men befriend the Avari, the Dark Elves who never went to Valinor.
At the time, Men looked more like Elves than they do now. Men were taller, stronger, and longer-lived than they are now, but Elves were still prettier, wiser, and more skilled than Men. Elves are immortal, and do not sicken or age, but they can still be killed. Men have less robust bodies and are more prone to illness and injury. Dark Elves are better than Men, but the High Elves that saw Valinor are significantly better than both Dark Elves and Men. The only Dark Elves that come close to the greatness of the High Elves are the Sindar, and that’s only because their queen is a Maia.
The other big difference between Elves and Men is what happens after they die. When Elves die, they go to the Halls of Mandos and eventually reincarnate. The Elves don’t know what happens to Men after they die. If they go to the Halls of Mandos, they don’t go to the same part of them that the Elves go to. No one but Mandos and Manwë knows what happens to the Men after that. Only one Man ever came back from the dead (we’ll get there). It’s possible that the only entity that knows anything about what happens to Men after death is Ilúvatar himself.
The relationship between Elves and Men gets steadily worse with time, mostly because of Morgoth (again, we’ll get there). By the time of the Third Age, when LotR takes place, there are very few Elves left. They have retreated away from the sunlight, into lonely woods and caves, and “become as shadows and memories.” The Men take over from the Elves, and forget that the Elves ever existed. But the The Silmarillion is about the First Age, and back then, Elves and Men were friends. Some Men achieved greatness through learning Elven wisdom, and some Men even had children with Elves.
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Chapter 13: Of the Return of the Noldor In which we return to the main plot, and a LOT of shit goes down.
Where we last left the Noldor, Fingolfin was leading them on an impossible journey across a frozen wasteland to cross into Middle-earth, because he saw Fëanor burn the boats on the opposite shore. Fëanor and his sons continued further into Middle-earth, and made a camp in the north.
Morgoth also saw Fëanor burn the boats. Even Morgoth was a little afraid of Fëanor, so he decides to preemptively attack Fëanor’s camp. Despite being taken by surprise, the Elves trounce the Orcs, because they still have the strength of Valinor in them. They’re strong and swift, with sharp and effective weapons, and the Orcs don’t stand a chance. A small handful of Elves — Fëanor, his seven sons, and their loyalists — slaughter an entire army’s worth of Orcs in only ten days. Morgoth’s plans for the conquest of Beleriand are ruined, for now.
Fëanor assumes that by chasing down the Orcs, he’ll find Morgoth. Fëanor is so impassioned, so ready to finally kick Morgoth’s ass, that he pats himself on the back for having defied the Valar. It was such a good idea to tell the Valar to go fuck themselves and come to Middle-earth! Now he gets the opportunity to personally take Morgoth down!
He spoke too soon. Fëanor promptly finds himself face-to-face with the fortress of Angband and an entire army of Balrogs. Oops.
Somehow, Fëanor manages to hold his own against multiple Balrogs, until Gothmog, the Lord of the Balrogs, nearly kills him. He only survives because his sons arrive at the last minute with reinforcements to fend off the Balrogs.
Fëanor against the Lord of the Balrogs by Evolvana
Fëanor against the Lord of the Balrogs by Evolvana
Fëanor doesn’t live for much longer, though. His sons start to carry him back to their camp, but he bleeds out on the way. He curses Morgoth and tells his sons to avenge him with his dying breath. As his spirit leaves him, his body burns to ash, because his soul is just that fiery. And that’s it — Fëanor, the mightiest Elf to ever life, is dead. His curse means that his soul is forever trapped in the Halls of Mandos, and he will never reincarnate. No one like him will ever appear in Arda again.
The Death of Curufinwë Fëanaro by Gwenniel
The Death of Curufinwë Fëanaro by Gwenniel
Honestly, I’m surprised that Fëanor dies this early. I thought he was the central character, but I’m still only about a third of the way through, maybe less.
Despite having taken out Fëanor (mostly due to Fëanor’s own arrogance and impulsiveness), Morgoth still lost badly. He sends an envoy to Fëanor’s sons, acknowledging defeat and requesting a ceasefire, even offering to surrender a Silmaril. Fëanor’s eldest son, Maedhros (MY-thros, ‘th’ as in “this”) takes over from Fëanor as the leader of the Noldor. Maedhros doesn’t trust Morgoth as far as he can throw him, but decides to go to the negotiation anyway, with backup. Of course it’s an ambush, and there are Balrogs. All of Maedhros’s backup are killed, and Maedhros himself is captured and taken to Angband.
Fëanor’s other sons build themselves a mighty fortress, but Morgoth keeps Maedhros hostage until the Noldor agree to end the war and leave Beleriand. The sons of Fëanor doubt that Morgoth will keep his word on that. They also literally can’t stop fighting Morgoth, because of their oath. So, Morgoth hangs Maedhros by the wrist from the face of the Thangorodrim Mountains. The only remaining option is to try to rescue him.
Maedhros Upon Thangorodrim by Jenny Dolfen
Maedhros Upon Thangorodrim by Jenny Dolfen
Back with Fingolfin, the rest of the Noldor painstakingly make their way across the land bridge. It’s an agonizing journey, and many Elves die, but when the first dawn finally comes, Fingolfin unfurls his banner and blows his horn in victory. The ice starts to melt, and flowers spring up under his feet. The Sun chases Morgoth to the depths of his citadel, so he doesn’t harass Fingolfin’s group as they arrive in Middle-earth.
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Helcaraxe by Stefan Meisl
Fingolfin is wiser than Fëanor, and doesn’t try to attack Angband. Instead, he tries to find the other Noldor. Most of his Fingolfin’s group really hate Fëanor and his sons, because it’s their fault that they nearly froze to death. So, they make their own camp near Lake Mithrim.
Fëanor’s group hears of their arrival. They’re astounded and impressed that Fingolfin and co. managed to survive, and that they made it to Middle-earth. They would welcome Fingolfin’s group, but they’re too ashamed to offer. Too little, too late.
Fingon, Fingolfin’s son, decides to try to heal the relationship between the two groups of Noldor. He recognizes that Morgoth would be thrilled if his enemies were so divided against themselves. If they want to stand a chance against Morgoth, they have to unite. Fingon has the perfect idea for how to bring the two groups together. He was very close to Maedhros. He doesn’t know that Maedhros wanted to go back for him when Fëanor burned the ships, so, he assumes that Maedhros betrayed him. Even so, he still cares enough about Maedhros to want to try to rescue him.
He climbs the mountains of Thangorodrim by himself, hidden under the cover of the darkness that Morgoth created to shut out the sun. Then, Fingon takes out a harp and starts singing. He sings a song from Valinor, from long before the unrest took hold. His voice rings throughout the mountains, in which there had never been singing before. He sings in defiance of Morgoth like the Whos singing in defiance of the Grinch on Christmas Day.
He Sang a Song of Valinor by Jenny Dolfen
He Sang a Song of Valinor by Jenny Dolfen
Faintly, he hears an answering voice singing the same song. Maedhros is singing, despite his suffering. Fingon climbs up to where Maedhros hangs, and cries when he sees how much pain Maedhros is in. Maedhros has long since given up hope, and begs Fingon to shoot him, to put him out of his misery. Fingon prepares to shoot an arrow, but says a prayer to Manwë, asking him to have mercy.
Fingon’s prayer is answered. Manwë sends the King of the Eagles, Thorondar, who picks up Fingon and carries him up the mountain face to where Maedhros hangs. Fingon can’t find any way to open or break the shackle that holds Maedhros, and can’t detach it from the mountain face. Maedhros again begs Fingon to kill him, but Fingon figures that it’s better to lose a hand than to die. Fingon cuts off Maedhros’ hand, and Thorondar catches him, carrying both Elves back to Lake Mithrim.
Flight from Thangorodrim by jyonyi
Flight from Thangorodrim by jyonyi
After that, the rift between the two groups of Noldor is healed. Fingon is hailed as a hero by both groups of Noldor. Maedhros steadily gets better, and recovers his strength. He pulls and Inigo Montoya and learns to wield a sword just as well with his left hand. He also waives his claim to kingship over the Noldor. He begs Fingon to forgive him for having deserted him back when Fëanor burned the boats, and tells Fingon that he’s the rightful heir of the House of Finwë. That’s a nice gesture, but it’s actually part of the curse — The House of Fëanor became known as the Dispossessed, because even though they’re the older brother’s children, they permanently lost the rulership of the Noldor.
The now-united Noldor decide to explore Beleriand a little more, and they eventually meet the Sindar. The Noldor and Sindar recognize each other as kin, but have a hard time understanding each other because they speak different languages. Eventually, they figure out a way to talk to each other. The Noldor learn about King Thingol and the magic wall around his kingdom of Doriath, and about the Sindar’s battles with the Orcs. The Sindar are delighted that these stronger, smarter elves from Valinor arrived right when they were most needed, and assume that the Valar must have sent them.
Thingol is less enthused about a bunch of hotheaded foreign princes arriving in his land. The only Noldor he trusts to let past the magic wall are Finarfin’s children: Finrod, Angrod, Aegnor, and Galadriel. This is because their mother was Eärwen, one of the Teleri Elves and Thingol’s niece. So, they’re his closest relatives among the Noldor. Angrod is the first of the Noldor to enter Thingol’s palace in Doriath. He tells Thingol all about what happened to the Noldor in the North — how they crossed over, how many of them there are, how they beat back Melkor’s forces, how Finrod saved Maedhros, etc. He leaves out the part about the kinslaying and the curse.
Thingol gives the Noldor his blessing to remain in the northern part of Beleriand, but they can’t displace the Sindar from their homes. They also aren’t allowed to come past Doriath’s magic wall, unless they’re invited, or if they desperately need an audience with Thingol. Thingol is Lord of Beleriand and the Noldor are imposing upon him, so, they’re in no position to argue.
When Angrod brings this message back to the Noldor, Maedhros straight-up laughs. “What kind of king is he? These aren’t his lands. He doesn’t have the power to grant us leave to live here, as if we were his vassals. If it weren’t for us, there’d be Orcs breaking down his door.
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Maedhros by _star热爱生活呀巴扎嘿
Caranthir, another one of Fëanor’s sons who inherited his father’s fiery temper, also doesn’t like Thingol’s conditions. “Who’s idea was it to send Finarfin’s sons as our spokesmen? I don’t trust a word they say, and I don’t trust this cave-dwelling Dark Elf. Finarfin’s sons should remember that, whoever their mother was, their father was still a Noldo — they should be loyal to the Noldor.”
Angrod is furious at this, and storms out. Maedhros chides Caranthir for going too far. The rest of the Noldor are all concerned that Fëanor’s whole family appears to be a ticking time bomb. It’s only a matter of time before one of them snaps and causes violence. Maedhros reads the room, and manages to get his brothers under control. He decides that he and his brothers should leave before things get worse. Not just leave the meeting, but leave the region — it’s better that they and the other Noldor remain friends at a distance, rather than risk another confrontation that tears them apart from within.
Maedhros and his brothers head east. Their new home is more exposed, and has less natural defense against Angband, but Maedhros doesn’t mind this. He and his brothers can be a buffer for the rest of the Noldor if Morgoth attacks again. And of course, the curse is still in effect.
Caranthir and his people are the first to find the Dwarves, who had stopped coming into Beleriand ever since the battle against Morgoth. You’d think that the Dwarves and the Noldor would have a lot in common, since both love to make things from metals and gems, and they both appreciate good craftsmanship. But nope. The Dwarves are too secretive, and Caranthir is too arrogant. He doesn’t even bother to hide that he thinks the Dwarves are ugly, and all his underlings follow suit. Despite that, the Dwarves and Caranthir’s Elves have a common enemy in Morgoth, so, they form an alliance anyway. From that alliance, Caranthir ends up learning a lot of Dwarven secrets about metalworking and masonry. It’ll really pay off for him in the future.
Caranthir by Miyota
Caranthir by Miyota
Twenty years pass since the Sun first rose, and Fingolfin decides to throw a feast to unite all the scattered Elves. This feast is such a big deal that it has a name — Mereth Aderthad, the Feast of Reuniting. It’s a last moment of joy and happiness before everything goes to hell again. A number of Sindar attend the feast as well, alongside their leader, an Elf called Círdan (you’re gonna want to remember him). Thingol does not leave his magically-fortified palace, but he sends two diplomats to the feast — Daeron, the Elf that invented runes, and another called Mablung. There are even some Green Elves from the easternmost part of Beleriand. The main language spoken at the party is Sindarin, because the Noldor have had an easier time learning it than the other Elves have had of learning Quenya. All the Elves are on good terms with each other, and everything is great for a while. The Noldor begin to think that maybe Fëanor was right about Middle-earth being a good place for them.
Another thirty years pass. Turgon (Fingon’s brother and a son of Fingolfin) meets up with Finrod (a son of Finarfin). Together, they travel southward on the River Sirion, just to get away for awhile. They sleep on the riverbank, and Ulmo (the Vala of water) sends them a dream. Neither of them remembers the dream, only that it was troubling, and neither realizes that they had the same dream. After that, they’re both burdened with a sense of unease. Troubling dreams can only mean one thing — Morgoth is going to become a problem again. Turgon and Finrod independently decide that it’s a good idea to prepare for the worst.
Finrod and Galadriel, his sister, are briefly guests of King Thingol in Doriath (being two of the few Noldor whom Thingol would allow past the magic wall). Finrod is very impressed by the majesty of Menegroth, the king’s underground palace. He wants his own underground palace just like it, and tells Thingol as much. Thingol could have said, “no, how dare you copy me,” but instead he tells Finrod about a secret place in his realm — there’s a gorge in the River Narog, the river to the west of the Sirion, where there’s a cave complex that Finrod can use to build a palace.
Enlisting the help of some Dwarves, Finrod builds his palace, Nargothrond. He gives the Dwarves treasures from Valinor to thank them. The Dwarves are so impressed with the jewels that they make Finrod a beautiful necklace called the Nauglamír, which is said to be the finest work of the Dwarves in the First Age. It’s set with many, many gemstones from Valinor, but it’s as light as spider silk. The Dwarves are also grateful to Finrod for giving them an excuse to build another cool cave palace. They give him an epithet in their own language, Felegund, which means “Hewer of Caves.” Only a really cool Elf appreciates caves so much that he asks for his own cave palace.
Finrod by _star热爱生活呀巴扎嘿
Finrod by _star热爱生活呀巴扎嘿
Galadriel decided to stay in Thingol’s court, instead of following her brother to Nargothrond. She happened to meet one of Thingol’s relatives, a certain Sinda named Celeborn, and fell in love with him. Staying with Celeborn gave Galadriel the opportunity to study at the feet of Melian herself. So, if you’re wondering where Galadriel gets her wisdom and power from, it’s because she learned directly from a Maia.
Meanwhile, Turgon is feeling homesick for Valinor. He remembers the city of Tirion on its hill, with its silver tree (not the Silver Tree, one of its descendants). When he returns home, Ulmo personally appears to him, and tells him to go to the Vale of Sirion. He finds a hidden valley surrounded by mountains, in the center of which is a hill. It’s the perfect place to establish a New Tirion.
Throughout all this, Morgoth has been carefully observing the Noldor’s activities, and judging their strength. As soon as the Noldor are too distracted by city-building to prepare for war, Morgoth strikes. The Orcs are still a lot weaker than the Elves. Fingolfin and Maedhros chase the new Orc army all the way back to Angband. They kill every last one, within sight of Angband’s gates. But remember, Morgoth is a Vala, and has more up his sleeve than simply Orc armies. He causes earthquakes, fires, and volcanic eruptions. The Elves realize that there’s only one thing to do: cut the threat off at its source. They lay siege to Angband, and this siege lasts a full four hundred years.
Angband by gresetdavid
Angband by gresetdavid
The Orcs are so afraid of the Noldor that they don’t leave Angband. Fingolfin boasts that the only way Morgoth could score a point against them is if the Noldor commit treason amongst themselves, which sounds a lot like tempting fate. Despite his confidence, the siege is a failure. Four hundred years, and the Elves don’t get any closer to capturing Angband, let alone taking back the Silmarils. Morgoth can still send spies out the back way, because the Elves can’t climb the snowy Thangorodrim Mountains. He captures Elves alive, and terrifies them so much that they do his bidding without having to be forced. He also looks for opportunities to sew dissent amongst the Noldor. It worked once, so it can work again.
A hundred years into the siege, Morgoth tries to capture Fingolfin. He knows that Maedhros isn’t about to let himself get captured again, and taking out the king would be an advantageous move. So, Morgoth sends a bunch of Orcs to sneak towards the Elves’ camp using the back way, through the same frozen mountain pass that Fingolfin used to get into Middle-earth. Morgoth should know at this point that Orcs are no problem for Elves. Fingon notices the Orcs, and slaughters them. This battle doesn’t even count as one of the “great battles,” because there aren’t enough Orcs for it to be notable. After that, there’s an interlude of peace that lasts for many years.
Fingon by _star热爱生活呀巴扎嘿
Fingon by _star热爱生活呀巴扎嘿
Morgoth finally gets the memo that he’s not going to beat the Elves by throwing Orcs at them. So, he tries a new tactic: A fucking dragon! If you think Smaug is bad, he’s a little baby lizard in comparison to Morgoth’s dragons. This one is called Glaurung (“gold worm” in Sindarin), and it’s a fat worm-like thing with a mouth of sharp teeth and fire breath. Glaurung is a young dragon, so, he mostly just thrashes around destroying fields and so forth. But he sufficiently terrifies the Elves
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Glaurung by Vaejoun
Fingon isn’t afraid, though, and takes a band of archers to pummel Glaurung with arrows. Glaurung’s armored scales haven’t fully developed yet, so the arrows drive him crawling back into Angband. Fingon is endlessly praised by the Noldor for having defeated the dragon, and Morgoth is kicking himself for having shown his hand too soon.
After Glaurung’s defeat comes the Long Peace, which lasts two hundred years. In that time, the Elves have the opportunity to build beautiful cities and write books of lore and create other art. (This time is called the “Long Peace” because Morgoth doesn’t make any attacks, but presumably, the Siege of Angband is still going on.) The Noldor and Sindar also intermix, becoming more like one society, though the biological and cultural differences between them remain: The Noldor are still smarter and stronger, wiser, better warriors, and they like living in stone buildings. The Sindar have better singing voices, and are better musicians in general, and like living in the woods. Some Sindar are nomadic and wander around Beleriand, singing as they go.
*whew.* That’s it for this section.
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2024.05.10 19:05 Aggravating-Pear4222 Version 8, Unnamed Manuscript Chapter 1 [Fantasy, 2150 words]

I think I am coming close to my final version before moving on. I want to get better at showing and not telling so that enough of the protagonist's character comes through/is developed so that the plot from here on out is driven by character instead of just things happening to him and him reacting. I generally have
I am trying to show the reader 2+2 instead of 4.
There are some parts that I feel are info-dumpy that I might keep in for now until I can find a place later in the story but I'd like them pointed out regardless so I can at least highlight what I need to modify/cut.
I want to know if what the potions are doing is clear, whether there's enough of the character coming through but I've found it difficult without anyone else for him to speak with.
I'll write future chapters in third person just to try things out.
Get in, get the fruit, get out. Simple enough, right? Even so, this wasn’t a somewhere any human should be. Had my ambitions as a mage gone too far?
My world brightened and my body was weightless for a moment. Then, I collapsed onto a hard, dry ground. Standing, sulfur and smoke lingered on my clothes from the ritual that brought me to this realm—the Fae Lands. I blinked my eyes to clear my vision, and grinned. For better or worse, I succeeded in the first part and entered the White Woods. An orchard in which magic grew like fruit on trees – the heart of the Fae’s magic.
Its inhabitants, and their bestial servants did not take kindly to intruders. Only, the Fae were dead, and these lands were abandoned. But with their passing, any way out of the Fae Lands had been cut off, not that they’d let anyone leave. But we have a plan. Something even the Fae may have never known. I trusted my friends. But all knowledge comes at a risk. All lessons required payment. Common sayings amongst those that studied magic and all too habitually used to justify reckless behavior.
As my vision cleared, I craned my neck up and my pride turned to awe.
Massive trunks surrounded me as they stretched into the night sky like smooth, marble-white pillars. Their foliage seamlessly blended with the stars which shed a pervasive blue glow throughout the forest. Underneath, sparse vegetation grew dark, waxy leaves that reflected the light.
I placed my hand on a root and received a cold sensation as though it were worn stone. I always expected to sense the weight of past eons here but, instead, this place seemed entirely beyond the grasp of time. Though abandoned, it wasn’t clear whether this forest was tranquil or holding its breath.
Now, the Fae fruit, within which resided raw magic. I didn’t know what it looked like but XXX said I’d know it when I see it. I pulled a water satchel out and drank deeply, relieving my mouth from the dry, still air. My bag was light for being so far from home, but I shouldn’t be here too long if things go as planned. And if they don’t, extra provisions wouldn’t save me.
I uncorked a vial filled with a metallic, heavy liquid, and drank the bitter, iron-tasting liquor. I gagged and wished XZ made these damned concoctions tolerable for once.
I stilled my breathing. My heart slowed and my eyes closed as I channeled magic into them. Hoping the potion was effective and lowered my sensitivity to the intense magic here, I cautiously opened them.
Gradually, iridescent strings brightened into view, forming winding paths that hung in the air or an interwoven network along the ground which grew dense at the base of the trees. Their trunks, rigid and smooth before, were now laced with these threads, which wound together and formed cords that ran the length of the trunks and rooted themselves in the stars above.
Under the protection of the potion, my eyes safely explored the surrounding network for a single strand that would lead me to the sapling which held the Fae fruit. It didn’t take long to find. Its irregular and frenzied rhythm made it stand out as it bumped and danced around the older, more tired threads rooted to the nearby giants as if wanting to find a partner. As if it wanted to be found.
The Fae fruit was not a spell but was magic itself. Wild and untamed. Moldable. It longed for place in the fabric of the world. Ancient rulers used them to forge spells and weapons of war or to win the affection of those they sought for matrimony. Others, to defend land for their subjects to till. An utter waste of such potential. A Fae fruit for dirt? Some, reasonably, used them to fashion flames to burn away incursions of the withering rot, a seemingly sentient mold that threatened to cover entire nations.
But I sought greater heights. Too long had magic been used to hurt or destroy. Where others would cut, I would mend. I sought to forge a new spell. One to heal the sick and wounded. At least in theory.
After all, future ages would better remember our names if they could live.
I marched on, following this thread. Occasionally, it would skip to my right or left, and I’d chase after it and leap over other roots, like a game of tag I played with XZ and XY when we were kids, at least, whenever we could pull XY’s nose out of her books.
Gradually, other strands appeared, each just as excited. Though strange, it was like I was approaching a festival. A celebration. After what felt like a quarter of a night, I saw my destination. The threads had converged at the roots of a sapling.
The sapling, if it could be called such, better resembled the trees I’d climbed as a boy, pale as it was. It was distinguished only by its size from the other arboreal titans nearby. And there, on one of its branches hung the Fae fruit.
It was still. Quiet. But when viewed by those trained in the arcane, the tree burned with energy. The threads twirled around, formed new connections, and just as easily breaking them. Occasionally, two threads would twist together, fuse, then separate having switched their dancing partners.
In the right hands, the fruit could be used to weave entirely new spells or, if one were wasteful, in the crafting of a single powerful enchanted item. But worst of all, the brewing of an especially bad tasting, though potent potion. Of course, neither I nor anyone else in their right mind would pass on any such treasures. Wars were fought over such relics in the past, though politics, pride, and occasionally honor also played their role spectacularly in such disputes.
But if left alone, would the fruit grow into a tree and root into the sky if not stolen from no one at all? Was our intention greater than that forest’s? I pushed such questions from my mind as I advanced towards the base of the tree. Towards my ambition.
It was surrounded by a deep thicket. With no way around, I cautiously stepped onto the underlying mossy carpet and traveled deeper within. As I pushed, the vegetation fought my efforts but, before snapping, abruptly relaxed and gave way. “Thank you.” I whispered, surprising even myself. Though, I supposed it never hurt to be too courteous. Even to a bush.
Behind me, the path I’d made slowly disappeared as the branches returned to their original position like I’d never been there. I looked forward and-
*crunch*
The bone-chilling sound shattered the silence of the forest. I froze. My heart quickened.
What was that? What did I step on? The vegetation closed in around me, surrounding me in blackness. The convenience of their allowing me deeper within now seemed to be the opening of a trap which now closed on me as I stood frozen. The branches surrounded me and... paused.
The next minute was an eternity in this timeless place. ‘Would I die to a bush?’ The thought lingered, ominous and absurd.
Slowly, I lifted my foot and positioned it to the side. Feeling the even ground again, I pushed forward. The branches, seemingly having forgotten my presence, once again needed convincing to let me pass through. Clear of the thicket, a sigh of relief escaped my chest as I was unsure of exactly how much danger I was in. Or what I’d stepped on.
But such thoughts vanished as my sight settled on my goal. It radiated a cold-blue light and, surprisingly, did look far more like an apple than expected.
“Huh.” I’d said, far louder than intended.
I climbed the tree and crawled out on one of its branches, using another to keep my balance. This was used to be easier. A stem connected the fruit to the branch which my instincts told me could not be cut by normal means.
Withdrawing a small knife with a white, wooden handle, provided by XXX for this occasion, the enchanted blade was passed across the stem. Frayed, iridescent threads were severed and hung in the air as they slowly dissolved. Others would find each other and fuse to survive. As more threads were cut, some swept along the blade, threatening to bind to it and alter its very nature. It might disrupt the enchantment.
My work quickened and the fruit came free in my palm. Then, for the first time, a cool breath of wind caressed my face like the forest exhaled. The air had shifted. I braced and my eyes watched the gaps in the trees as the forest turned its attention to me. More than just the White Trees were now watching. I needed to get home. Now.
I gently secured the still glowing fruit in a bag and strapped it tightly onto my back, feeling its weight on my shoulders like a ball of iron. Dust kicked up as my boots hit the ground, and I navigated back through the thicket, avoiding the place where I’d stepped on the object.
I reached for a second vial, also provided by XZ, when my eyes focused on something. It was nearly as tall as I was and covered in moss, resembling a circular stone table on its side with a single thin rectangular protrusion extending upward.
Despite the sensation of being watched, I lifted the moss to reveal a pale-white surface with distinct ridges radiating outward from a central point. A vertebrae. The moss was returned onto the enormous bone. I didn’t want to think about that right now.
‘Home. Now.’ My instincts told me.
I took a vial within which a clear liquid effortlessly danced with the light. Uncorking it, I tipped it over, ensuring only a single drop fell towards the ground. Before landing, it slowed, curved, and accelerated away from me to my right. Thank goodness. Trusting the droplet would lead me home, I chased after it.
Each droplet eventually tired and fell to the dusty ground or splattered against the side of a tree. After, I’d poured another, eyeing its slowing descent and acceleration ahead of me. As this ritual repeated, the sound of my boots hitting the hard, dusty ground echoed off the bodies of the pale giants surrounding me.
The more time I spent here, the more it felt like this place was deep underground. Like the sky above threatened to trap me here alone. I increased my rhythm of chasing the droplets as a distant hum in the air continued to grow louder.
Smiling triumphantly, I caught my breath and watched as a droplet traveled towards the base of a single, undistinguished tree, then danced upwards along its body, glowing brighter before disappearing in a flash. I’d found my way out.
“Almost there. Here goes nothing.”
I gingerly stepped onto the side of the tree. The other foot followed. Feeling my weight shift, I stood horizontal to the ground. Laughing, I look ‘up’ back towards the way from which I came and froze. That’s when I see it. A hulking figure with a wolf-like body crouched motionless and low to the ground. It was mid-step as it stared at me with pale eyes that were all too intelligent. The long hair on its head was a braided, tangled, mess from which a crown of antlers protruded. Slowly, it raised its body.
This place was supposed to be abandoned.
CLICK.
A sound like a boulder cracking reverberated through my bones, breaking the humming of the tree under my feet, and threatened my balance.
This isn’t happening.
CLICK. CLICK.
It shifted. And lunged, kicking up dust and tearing the ground as it ran. It’s hair waved wildly as it clawed the ground while the clicking grew into a frenzied rhythm that drowned the hum of the tree.
I snapped back and turned, sprinting up the tree hoping to get high enough to escape its reach. I nearly slipped as I looked back at the ground. Dread filled me as I saw the thing had immediately closed in on the base of the tree. It was far too agile for its size. It leapt and grabbed onto either side of the giant tree and heaved itself upwards, swiftly scaling the tree.
I ripped the cork from the same vial, throwing it away, and drank the rest. It burned my throat as I continued my mad ascent. Halfway up the tree, my weight shifted again, and my vision brightened. The world turned white when suddenly a searing pain arced across my back as my flesh was opened. Then I’m falling.
I feel a cool wind whip across my face as my eyes open to see familiar sunlight on green fields surrounding a lake towards which I’m rapidly falling.
Thanks for reading if you've gotten this far!
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2024.05.10 18:15 anxietymaybthrowra What has helped you the most?

I am hoping anyone further along into this may have some advice or resources. Books, websites, resources, thought exercises, worksheets, anything at all.
It has been over a month since DDay, things are settling in more but still so fresh. I love my WP a lot, he loves me, and has been putting a lot of effort and action into recovering from this and showing me he wants to be a different person. But I feel I am at the point where I just don't know if I can 'get over' what he's already done. I know 'get over' may not exactly be the right term, but moreso it can be hard to carry on and look at him and accept all the work and progress he's made when the betrayal feels so personal and new. The key points of the betrayal that hurt me the most just have to do with the lies and secrecy, and the more emotional aspects of the affair. His AP was a friend, and it hurts a lot knowing what their relationship was like. I understand a lot of his actions stem from a large amount of unresolved trauma (not an excuse, just a reason) and I am starting to more realistically see how we got here. But the pain is still so heavy. There are some days where I am finally starting to see some semblance of normalcy, but there are still some days where I feel a wreck. Talking to him helps, more specifically when I can tell him exactly why I'm upset or hurting and what about his specific actions that are hurting me. Being able to articulate that, and discuss it with him, and see him understand it helps me a lot.
We have been using some other resources to move along this journey as well. There is a website called Affair Recovery Center that we have been using that has helped a lot for us to open up to each other and understand things. This website also has worksheets and things that we have been printing out and doing, and I've really really enjoyed that aspect of the website.
We also have been opening up more in general, whenever I find an exercise online, I suggest it and we do it. He's started journaling and has encouraged me to do the same. I write down my thoughts frequently, whether it be in this sub, in my notes, or in the journal. He is currently in the process of finding a therapist to attend, and I intend to find one in a few months once I get some other life stuff out of the way.
I don't know if reconciliation is going to happen or not, and for the time being we are just focusing on healing and feeling things out. I am not going to rush in my decision to leave him or stay with him. It has been nice connecting with him, to not only understand this situation and why and how it happened, but to also deepen our relationship, because it does give me hope.
Anyhow, with R being a possibility but not a set path, what are some things that may be helpful? What helped you the most in your journey, especially if you are further along than I am? I want to know as much as possible. We are both committed to taking actions to recover.
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