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we low-key look like the marauders-
Aren't we marauders in some sense?
Forwarded from Fu Inlé (Theia)
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Ellie - Alex - Elias
Sera - Ray - Eli
Ellie - Alex - Elias
Sera - Ray - Eli
Forwarded from Fu Inlé (Theia)
Their story might never be written down, but it is lived, scrawled in late-night conversations, in debates that mean nothing and everything, in the quiet understanding that some people are meant to find each other, no matter the time, no matter the place.
Together We're a Team
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𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺
نکنه دارم اشتباه حساب میکنم کی کدوممونه-
دوتامون Elias هستیم
تو eli elias هستی، من Elias
تو eli elias هستی، من Elias
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Forwarded from R,chive. (ˆレヤ ˆ)
We dream big while the world looks small
Do you ever think about how nothing we do actually matters in the grand scheme of things?
Yes. Often. It is why I drink.
We’re just tiny, insignificant specks in an infinite universe!
And yet, we still fall in love, still write poetry, still suffer as if any of it actually means something!
Forwarded from Fu Inlé (Theia)
اگه توی جنگ جهانی دوم بودیم:
Forwarded from Fu Inlé (Theia)
The Resistance & The War Effort
They live in an occupied European country—maybe France, Belgium, or the Netherlands—somewhere cultured but caught in the chokehold of war. They don't start out intending to be heroes, but war has a way of pulling people in, whether they like it or not.
Eleanor "Ellie" Duvall – The Archivist-Turned-Propagandist
Ellie starts out trying to preserve old films and literature, desperate to keep art alive as the world crumbles. But as censorship tightens, she finds herself secretly printing resistance pamphlets, smuggling banned books, and using coded messages in classic film references to pass information. She learns to navigate the underground networks, using her wit and charm to spread hope through words. When the war is over, she is one of the voices that helps reclaim the cultural memory that fascism tried to erase.
Raven "Ray" Sinclair – The Forger & Underground Artist
Ray’s talent with ink and paper makes them a natural forger, creating fake documents, ration cards, and ID papers for those trying to escape. Their artistic skills are also put to use in graffiti—messages scrawled on walls at night, mocking the regime, spreading coded resistance symbols. They start out skeptical, but as they see what’s happening to people around them, they throw themselves into the fight with quiet, determined fury. Their art becomes both a weapon and a record of the war’s horrors.
Elias Mercer – The Codebreaker & Interrogation Expert
With his fascination for languages and psychology, Elias is drawn into intelligence work. He starts off translating intercepted messages but soon realizes he has a gift for reading people. He becomes invaluable in interrogations—not through force, but through manipulation and persuasion. He is haunted by the moral ambiguity of his work, knowing that every lie he tells, every game he plays with an enemy's mind, could save or cost lives. After the war, he will never quite reconcile who he had to become.
Elias "Eli" Varen – The Spy & Survivor
Eli is the one who disappears for long stretches, slipping into dangerous places to gather information. They are the kind of person who walks into a room and makes people uneasy without knowing why. Their ability to read a situation, adapt, and manipulate their way out of trouble makes them a natural spy, but they take on the most dangerous missions—living in enemy-occupied areas, passing as one of them, walking the tightrope between deception and death. They return home with more scars than they left with, both physical and psychological.
Alex – The Rebel Broadcaster & War Poet
Alex’s voice becomes a weapon. They start off writing anti-fascist poetry, but when the resistance takes notice, they become the voice of an underground radio station, broadcasting banned news, coded messages, and words of defiance. Their sharp wit and ability to cut to the heart of things make them both a beacon of hope and a target. They know they will likely not survive if they are caught, but they refuse to let silence win.
Séraphine "Sera" Vail – The War Correspondent & Smuggler
Sera moves between frontlines, occupied cities, and resistance networks, documenting what the war is doing to people. She is the one who helps refugees escape, ferrying information, medicine, and sometimes even people across borders. Her camera and her notebooks are filled with the kind of truths that those in power want to erase. She sees the worst of humanity but refuses to let history be rewritten by the victors.
How They End Up
Some of them survive, but not all. War doesn't let everyone walk away clean.
Ellie survives, but her idealism is forever shaken. She writes, but now it is with the weight of what was lost.
Ray makes it, though their hands will never be clean again. They disappear into quiet art, away from the world.
Forwarded from Fu Inlé (Theia)
Elias Mercer lives, but he is never the same. He will spend the rest of his life trying to understand the war through philosophy, knowing full well that some questions don’t have answers.
Eli disappears after the war. Some say they died on their last mission, others say they simply couldn't live in peacetime after everything they did.
Alex is captured near the end of the war. Their final broadcast is cut short mid-sentence. No one knows exactly what happened to them. Their words, however, live on.
Sera survives, but barely. She carries the war in her bones, spending the rest of her life ensuring no one forgets the stories she wrote.
This is a story about people who never planned to be heroes but became legends in the process. Some were remembered, some were lost, but all of them changed history.
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Forwarded from R,chive. (ˆレヤ ˆ)
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Forwarded from Fu Inlé (Theia)
Ray and Eli were never the type for grand declarations. Their love was quiet, woven into stolen moments between missions—fingers brushing against each other over a map, whispered words in the dark, a cigarette passed between them like a secret. They never spoke about the future because they both knew better. In their world, making plans was an invitation for fate to take them away.
But when Eli disappeared—vanished into thin air, their last mission classified, their body never found—Ray shattered. The world had been cruel before, but this was a different kind of cruelty. Death was something they could grieve. A missing person was a wound that never closed.
For months, Ray searched. Pulled every string. Called in every favor. Listened to every whisper. But Eli was gone, and no amount of forged documents, coded messages, or desperate prayers could change that.
At first, Ray tried to drown themselves in the work—pouring their grief into more forgeries, more sabotage, more reckless defiance. But the war was ending, and so were they.
When the war finally did end, Ray walked away from everything. No grand speeches. No farewell letters. Just one day, they packed up what little they had and left.
They traveled for a while—Paris, Lisbon, Istanbul—anywhere Eli had once spoken of seeing. Every city felt like a ghost town, every street an echo.
Eventually, they stopped. In a small coastal village, somewhere the war hadn't touched as deeply, Ray picked up a brush again. They painted. Not resistance slogans, not fake documents—just colors, light, memories. Some nights, they would sit outside with a cigarette and pretend Eli was still beside them, quiet and steady as ever.
Did they ever find out what happened? Maybe. Maybe, years later, a letter arrived—unsigned, but unmistakable. Or maybe a familiar face crossed their path in a crowded station, and for just a second, Ray could breathe again.
Or maybe they never found out. Maybe Eli was just... gone. And Ray had to learn how to live with that.
But either way, they survived. Not the same. Not whole. But alive.
But when Eli disappeared—vanished into thin air, their last mission classified, their body never found—Ray shattered. The world had been cruel before, but this was a different kind of cruelty. Death was something they could grieve. A missing person was a wound that never closed.
For months, Ray searched. Pulled every string. Called in every favor. Listened to every whisper. But Eli was gone, and no amount of forged documents, coded messages, or desperate prayers could change that.
At first, Ray tried to drown themselves in the work—pouring their grief into more forgeries, more sabotage, more reckless defiance. But the war was ending, and so were they.
When the war finally did end, Ray walked away from everything. No grand speeches. No farewell letters. Just one day, they packed up what little they had and left.
They traveled for a while—Paris, Lisbon, Istanbul—anywhere Eli had once spoken of seeing. Every city felt like a ghost town, every street an echo.
Eventually, they stopped. In a small coastal village, somewhere the war hadn't touched as deeply, Ray picked up a brush again. They painted. Not resistance slogans, not fake documents—just colors, light, memories. Some nights, they would sit outside with a cigarette and pretend Eli was still beside them, quiet and steady as ever.
Did they ever find out what happened? Maybe. Maybe, years later, a letter arrived—unsigned, but unmistakable. Or maybe a familiar face crossed their path in a crowded station, and for just a second, Ray could breathe again.
Or maybe they never found out. Maybe Eli was just... gone. And Ray had to learn how to live with that.
But either way, they survived. Not the same. Not whole. But alive.
Fu Inlé
Ray and Eli were never the type for grand declarations. Their love was quiet, woven into stolen moments between missions—fingers brushing against each other over a map, whispered words in the dark, a cigarette passed between them like a secret. They never…
سرنوشت شبنم و سانشاین کافی بود تا جای سبزه، خودمو تو آب پرت کنم
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