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I wanted to put my own twist on these two in a modern world :D
( I found some nice autumn outfits on Pinterest and needed someone to draw them in )
This story of Ralph meeting a real cardinal when they were filming Conclave in Italy who invited him to his chambers and lent Ralph real cardinal robes ajfkldajfksalfj I'm crying πππ
we are NOT gonna move on from Steven
NEVER
if i bring a book someplace it doesn't necessarily mean i want to read it mayb i just want to take her on a walk. Get her some fresh air and a change of scenery
reading mistborn for the first time and I refuse to believe Kelsier is dead simply because heβs too annoying to die
with great power⦠comes great need to take a nap
maybe Paul just listens to the genies in the desert, like Stilgar warned him. maybe his desire to find guidance from the dead ones leads him to the voices of the secret, the unspoken of the desert. the desert is old, it was there before Bene Gesserit and before Paul. maybe the voice which talked to him was an echo of the dead Empire, and he's seen them rising and falling like the tide. and in the eternity life is just a grain of sand.
or maybe Paul was raised by loving mother and father, and they have taught him well that the knowledge and the power comes naturally to those who's willing to learn, to take and to rule. being the Chosen, being the Kwisatz Haderach is not a burden. being the false god is, but by the time Paul listens the desert and desert is ruthless, desert has sharp teeth and has no mercy for the weak.
and the Emperor sees the one who walked the way of the sand worm, and the man is not weak. the man who chose to ignore he is mortal. who is less than a god, more than a man, but the desert knows he is just a grain of sand, nothing more
oh my favorite trope? two people who go through something so unique and agonizing and entirely beyond words that they have no choice but to create a bond that transcends all other types of love, thus acting as the sole point of understanding for the other person in a world that cannot fathom what theyβve been through