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Toph Bei Fong by TophWei
Typewriter Series #748 by Tyler Knott Gregson
#and the history books forgot about us
Worse, history remembered - and history remembered wrong.The history books were written by those who wrote down what they were told, and that was nothing like the truth. The only witnesses were tied too closely to the Pillar - the old, the new, the system as a whole - to do anything but create a closely-held conspiracy…
If the people of Cephiro knew, how many of their prayers would be tainted with their pity for the one they prayed to?
How many times a day would the Pillar be faced with someone else’s belief in the tragedy of their life?
…How long would it take before it drove them insane?
And just - think about that. An insane Pillar? An absolute dictator with unlimited power - and without a grip on reality? Except - they have a total grip on reality, reality for Cephiro would be forced to conform to their view of it. Alice through the looking glass, and there is no hiding from the red queen.
(I have a headcanon which says that those who actually know the Pillar don’t pray, unless they really need a message to be heard.)
So the history books can’t tell the true story of the Mashin. But - they will wake, each and every time they are needed, to find themselves acclaimed as saviors, as the strength which will let these ‘magic knights’ bearing their power and authority save the world, and every thought, every prayer, every bit of praise stings like salt in an open wound. More and more, as the years pass; more and more, as the inherent flaws of this system become bloodily obvious in the stains on the hands of those they nurture and protect and turn into murderers.
(Until, perhaps, their pleas in turn wake the creator to the pain they feel. And the creator comes to judge for themself - and is moved by the strength and the determination of these three girls shouldering a burden that perhaps they should never have set on anyone… enough to help them save one life, at the moment when the history of Cephiro stands ready to turn: enough to let them take this world and spin it about on its axis…)
A burnt child loves the fire. — Oscar Wilde (via rabbitinthemoon)
Never apologize for how you feel. No one can control how they feel. The sun doesn’t apologize for being the sun. The rain doesn’t say sorry for falling. Feelings just are — Iain S. Thomas, Intentional Dissonance (via cultivate-solitude)
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<3 lunchtime doodle! <3
Usagi looks so much older then 14 sometimes and I thought it would be fun to draw her looking kinda awkward, young, and dorky. :)
It’s always your light
that chases out the darkness
hiding inside me. — Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
fanblahg turned 4 today?? geez.