#fanatic intervention

[onceuponapuffin]

Fanatic Intervention Part 9!!

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You pound your way to the nearest bar, where everyone had agreed to meet. The three of them are standing around, talking over glasses of wine. Your hands are in fists, your nails digging into your palms as you approach. They acknowledge you as you enter their field of vision, but you say nothing. Instead, you beeline for Aziraphale, put your arms around him, and hang on for dear life. Sometimes you just need to hug an angel.

There’s a pause where Anathema says something about your aura, and then Aziraphale hugs you back.

Dear Reader, I’m not sure if it ever happened in your life, but for this Puffin there came a time when it was made very clear that wanting to be held or wanting to lean on another person in public was unacceptable (and, in fact, embarrassing) once you reached a certain age. And yet, we as humans are social creatures. The need to be held is a very normal response, especially after something particularly upsetting happens (like having the sanctity of washroom privacy violated, for example). Perhaps you’re not the kind of person who, out of nowhere, feels the desire to be held, but perhaps you know someone who is. And so, I would like to impress upon you the incredible difference it makes, the immeasurable relief it brings, to know that you have someone with you who will hold you back without question or comment. Just hold you, and wait.

Aziraphale makes it clear he intends to do just that.

“Take your time, dear,” he says gently. And so you do.

After a moment, the clink of a glass next to you makes you look up. Someone has given you a glass of the same wine everyone else has. You pull away and take a sip, feeling much calmer and very grateful.

“Thanks,” You say.

“Anytime,” Aziraphale replies.

“What happened?” Anathema asks.

Thus, you recount how Metatron trapped you in the washroom until he had said his peace. By the time you finish, there are three very angry faces around you. You feel validated enough to take another, much larger, sip of the wine. Aziraphale is the first to speak.

“Well for starters, I invite you to stay in my bookshop however long you like. Pet indeed! You are a help, yes, but you are a guest, and certainly not disposable, whatever he says.”

“And,” Crowley adds, “From what you said, Aziraphale and I can get you home whenever you want anyway. Probably, I mean. No dUbIOus motives involved, at least.”

Anathema seems to be thinking. After another few seconds, she asks:

“Why did you take the coffee?”

You all look at her, surprised.

“Well I mean,” she continues, “If the Metatron wants to know, he probably has a reason. If you tell us, maybe we can figure it out for ourselves and find a way around it.”

“Or they could just not tell him,” Crowley suggests with snark. “Then it doesn’t matter.”

“I mean, it might,” Anathema counters, “We don’t know that it doesn’t.”

“I took it because of the Coffee Theory,” You say with a shrug. It’s not like it’s a big deal. “But I mean, I don’t know why that would matter to him.”

“Well,” Anathema says, “That might depend on what the Coffee Theory is.”

“Well, it’s the idea that the Metatron did something to that coffee he was going to give Aziraphale. To, like, make Aziraphale trust him, or listen to him or whatever, so that he would go back to Heaven.” You pause. “There’s also an interpretation of it where it was a metaphor like ‘take my offer or face death.’ But most people think about the first one, and that’s the one that was in my brain when I did it. There aren’t a lot of people who actually believe it. I mean, not anymore, anyway.”

“So you think the Metatron drugged Aziraphale’s coffee?” Anathema raises an eyebrow. “And you drank it, yes? So...did he?”

“No,” You reply, “It was exactly what it was supposed to be. An oat milk latte with almond syrup. And I didn’t think he actually messed with it. I just wasn’t willing to take the chance, that’s all.”

Crowley’s face scrunches. “And you think he might need to know that for some reason?” He looks pointedly at Anathema.

“He might,” She gives a thoughtful hum. “I’ll think about it. I might ask the Cards later.”

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The wait for boarding didn’t feel so long after that. As you board, you notice how spacious First Class is. Aziraphale and Crowley sit in the seats ahead of you and Anathema, with Aziraphale in the window seat. You notice Crowley casually trying to stick his legs out into the aisle and wonder vaguely whether it’s because he needs the space, or to try and trip the flight attendants. Both? Probably both. Okay, definitely both, you note, as a stewardess almost falls face-first into the aisle. Aziraphale gently swats at Crowley in reprimand, but you can tell it’s half-hearted and wholly-fond.

Your only trouble comes when you need to use the washroom, but Anathema, ever clever and aura-observant, suggests to go with you so that you can knock if anything goes wrong. Thankfully, nothing does, and you both return to your seats.

“You know,” Anathema says, leaning forward, “I just overheard the strangest thing. It seems that all of the normal airline food on this plane has gone missing. All that they have to serve is the first-class food.”

“Wait,” You say, holding back a laugh, “So everyone on this flight gets to eat the fancy, chef-prepared, gourmet meals?”

Crowley doesn’t hold back his laugh. “Oh, the big bosses won’t like that!”

“You two wouldn’t have had anything to do with that, would you?” Anathema asks suspiciously. You notice she’s smiling while she says it.

“Psh!” Crowley waves away the thought. “Why would I? Doesn’t matter to me either way.”

“Honestly, Miss Device,” Aziraphale adds, “I have no idea why you immediately accuse us of something that seems so clearly to be a mere...clerical error.”

Ah-ha! Culprit found. Clerical error your arse.

“You know,” You sigh, “It really is no wonder why Crowley loves you so much.”

“Ngk,” says Crowley. Aziraphale responds with a pleased-sounding hum. You relax, and notice between the seats that Aziraphale places his hand on top of Crowley’s and leaves it there.

They like holding hands – your insides scream.

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When you disembark from the plane, you hear all the other passengers around you complimenting the flight attendants on the excellent food and promising to leave excellent reviews online. You keep your laughter as quiet as you can. Aziraphale’s little prank is going to cause the airline issues for YEARS. Crowley must be so proud.

The speed and ease with which you clear customs and baggage claim is probably because you’re traveling with two supernatural entities. In no time at all, you’re outside of the airport flagging down a cab. Crowley opens the door with enthusiasm and outright glee.

“After you, Angel,” he says, “You think 90 miles an hour in London is bad, I can’t wait for you to see this!”

Dear Reader, I don’t know if you have ever been to New York City, but I assure you that Crowley’s driving has nothing on the NYC cabbies. Aziraphale spends the entire drive trying to hold on to something and taking deep breaths as the cab violently jerks to a stop millimeters from the car in front. You suggest he close his eyes. He does. It doesn’t seem to help.

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The taxi lets you out in front of The Ritz. Because of course you’re staying at The Ritz. Aziraphale goes to check in while Crowley tells Anathema he needs the washroom, and mutters to you that he wants to empty all the soap dispensers. You try so hard to hold in your laughter that it comes out your nose anyway. The demon flashes you a cheeky grin before disappearing around the corner. Anathema looks at you.

“Probably been a while since he had a fresh audience,” You say to her. She chuckles.

“And you’re so obliging too. No doubt he’s having a great time with all this.”

“Hey, Anathema,” You begin uncertainly, “How...I mean...I’m just worried about...things. How are we going to find Jesus anyway? I just...I don’t really have anymore information to give. I don’t even know if he’s going to be a baby or an adult this time.”

“Hm...” Anathema thinks for a minute, “Well, I’m going to try and get some readings, see if I can get some kind of direction for us to go in. It’s a big country, but what I’m hoping is that it will sort of work like dowsing.”

“Dowsing? Like looking for water with sticks?”

“Sort of. In a nutshell, you pay attention to the vibrations in the Earth, and the closer you get, the stronger the vibrations become. It makes sense to think that Jesus would make pretty noticeable vibrations. That’s my working hypothesis anyway.”

You nod. That will do for now. Aziraphale and Crowley both return, with the demon wiping his hands on his trousers, and the four of you take the elevator to your room.

The Royal Suite.

“Are...you….serious??” Anathema asks. Honestly, you’re too stunned looking around the enormous suite with four bedrooms to say anything. It’s bigger than most houses. You take out your phone and start taking pictures.

“Well, if we’re going to stay at The Ritz,” Aziraphale says cheerfully, pronouncing the capital letters, “Best to do it Properly.”

“But this is ridiculous!”

Aziraphale isn’t paying attention anymore. He’s gone to tell Crowley not to draw mustaches on the expensive artwork.

“Unlimited resources,” You say to her, “Make for expensive taste.”

“No, kidding,” she sighs, “I’m glad you’re here. I’m gonna need some help with these two.”

Ha, You think to yourself, I knew it.

❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ 🖤

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^ If you want to see JUST how ridiculous the royal suite is.

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[oddthesungod]

I am so absolutely heartened that despite how much bolsonaro used his political power to skew the election in his favor, using national holidays to prop up his re-election, using the federal highway police to try to stop poor people from voting in historically left leaning regions of the country, all the fear mongering, constantly casting doubt on the poll machines that they were rigged, and having wealthy business owners harassing and threatening their employees to vote for him…. Bolsonaro still lost.

It’s no wonder he’s been pretty much silent, meek and pouting like an overgrown child. It was a complete humiliation, good. <3333

#text post #br politics #politics talk #goes to show how powerful voting is and how scared fascists are of it 💖💖 #anyway his fanatic supporters have been camping for days now in front of military bases begging for a military intervention #like…. babes…….. seriously?? #like y’all arent even hiding the fact that y’all are neo-fascists at this point lmfao

[joannechocolat]

On media storms, and transphobes, and free speech, and the establishment.

(Dated 22nd August, 2022.)

Unless you were asleep last week, you’ll have noticed I made the news. I made the news a lot. The Daily Mail (twice); the Times (twice); the Telegraph; the Observer, plus radio and any number of online and international outlets, including UnHerd, where stories go to die.

The story has taken many forms. That J.K. Rowling feels “betrayed” by my “lack of support” for her: that my views on trans rights makes me ineligible for any public role; that people are calling for my removal from the Board of the SOA; that I’m a monster because I replied to a post from a satirical Twitter account with - shock, horror - a smiley.

I haven’t talked to anyone in the Press, in spite of many journalists asking, so this “story”, was taken from Twitter, where stories evolve at such a rapid rate that by the time they make the broadsheets, no-one really knows what shape the story started out at all.

But this is what it has become. I’ve been repeatedly (and wrongly) accused of a number of things, which when you unpick them, boil down to one thing. That as Chair of the Society of Authors (the authors’ trade union), I’ve abused my position to discriminate against people who don’t agree with my support of the trans community.

Full disclosure: this isn’t new. Ever since I was elected Chair in 2019, I’ve been getting increasing amounts of abuse, pressure and demands for “debate” from people with gender-critical views. Some of them are colleagues; some women I once considered friends. Some of these women now have become single-agenda tweeters, railing night and day online about what defines a woman, and spreading misinformation and fear about the trans community. Many of these women claim to be afraid, and to have suffered cancellation for their views. Some of them feel that as Chair of the SOA, I should have taken their side in Twitter debates, signed petitions, joined hashtags to validate their beliefs.

But here’s the thing. The SOA represents everyone. It has over 12,000 members. It needs to stay neutral to represent all its members equally. And it has a strict policy of non-intervention in Twitter debates between members, even when they get nasty, because Twitter can be a nasty place, and the SOA can’t be everywhere. That’s why I tweet in my personal capacity unless I specify otherwise. 

The gender critical lobby has had real difficulty understanding this. Over the past two years, I’ve been under increasing pressure to “speak out” about individual cases (I can’t); ally myself with transphobes (I won’t) and “denounce” death threats to J.K. Rowling (which I do, but apparently not often enough.) Over the past two years I’ve received countless abusive tweets, urging me to kill myself, or resign from the SOA, or hoping that I would die of cancer, all from the gender-critical lobby.

The latest eruption began last week, with the stabbing of Salman Rushdie, a man whose life has been under threat since most of us can remember. Last Friday, an Islamist fanatic managed to get close enough to stab him, leaving him with terrible injuries. The literary world was shaken. Friends of Rushdie’s spoke out in horror. But those of us who only knew him for his books were also deeply shaken and upset. Because this wasn’t just a violent attack on an author, horrific though that may be. It was an attack on free speech, a principle all creators hold dear.

Free speech is a term that has been misused a lot recently, especially by people wanting their say, but denying it to others. In fact, free speech is like oxygen: you can’t remove it from someone else without also losing it yourself, which means that, if you believe in free speech, you can’t then go around deciding who deserves it and who doesn’t. Rushdie is a great writer. But even if the victim of the stabbing had been a minor writer, a bad writer, or a writer with problematic opinions, the same attack on free speech would have happened, threatening writers everywhere. The principle of free speech matters. And it matters to all of us.

I wrote about this a bit on Twitter, where many authors were still upset, struggling how best to respond to the horrific attack. Twitter being Twitter, there were also a number of angry Islamist accounts, crowing about the Rushdie attack and targeting anyone who expressed sympathy. Some were abusive, some even threatening. Several people I follow were sent messages on the lines of: Shut up or we’ll come for you next. I got one myself. So did J.K. Rowling. But on Twitter, size matters. What J.K. Rowling, with her 14 million followers, says is instant news. So when J.K. Rowling announced that she’d had a death threat from an Islamist account saying: You’re next, her name trended for two days, and Rushdie’s all-too-real attack was overshadowed by a Twitter threat.

Now, it isn’t up to me to decide whether the death threat was credible, or whether J.K. Rowling should be afraid. I don’t know how many threats she’s received, or how many she thinks are credible. Having had them myself, I know they can be upsetting and frightening. But a threat on Twitter is not the same as being stabbed in the eye, and I didn’t see the need to comment.

 Instead I put up a poll, asking fellow-authors if they’d ever received a death threat. I wanted to use it as a way of talking about author safety. As it happened, Chuck Wendig had been posting about his latest death threat the day before Salman Rushdie was stabbed (a weirdly specific death threat, in which his correspondent expressed the hope that Chuck would be, er - raped to death by a dolphin), and the tone of my first poll reflected the jokey nature of our interchange. In the light of the Rushdie stabbing, though, I realized that wasn’t appropriate. I deleted the poll almost at once and started again with a more neutral wording, but the folk on Twitter who watch me for any ammunition they can use had already screencapped it and passed it around. It made the papers, variously as: Harris  Mocks Rushdie or Harris Mocks Rowling, but I was doing neither.  Death threats – to anyone, including J.K. Rowling – are absolutely wrong. They’re also a crime. Crimes are for the police to sort out. Free speech, however, is a legitimate principle for a union to uphold.

But free speech isn’t always the speech that you agree with. Free speech can be confrontational. It can be unfair. It can even be upsetting. I’ve upset a lot of gender-critical people with my own use of free speech; my refusal to join their hashtags, sign their petitions, enter their debates. That doesn’t mean to say I don’t believe in theirs, or that I wouldn’t fight for their rights as fiercely as for anyone else. But that has never been enough for the people who want me gone.  

Since last week, the wave of people demanding my resignation – or just my removal – from the SOA has grown. Many of those who have joined the “debate” are not members. Many are not even authors. Nearly all are transphobes, though. Because that’s what all this is about. Not all gender critical people may be transphobes, but all transphobes are gender critical. Graham Linehan has been posting about me since 2020, calling for me to be dismissed. He doesn’t know what the SOA does. He doesn’t care. He’s just one of many prominent transphobes who believe that someone who believes in the rights of trans folk doesn’t deserve a voice of their own.

I have a trans son. He came out very recently, and I haven’t discussed it online. Last week, I discovered that some of my principal detractors had found out about this. After talking to my son, and with his permission, I went public. I love my son more than words can say, and I didn’t want anyone to think that I was ashamed of him. Kathleen Stock, among others, gloated that this was proof of my bias. She (rather chillingly) denounced me for having “undeclared trans-identified offspring,” and claimed that this was the “real” reason for my support of trans folk. Kathleen Stock finds it hard to believe that someone might uphold a principle without having a personal interest. Actually, I’ve been a supporter of trans rights for much longer than this. Like I said, I believe in supporting the rights of all marginalized groups.

So, just what are they saying now? That I’m jealous of JKR? I’m not. I love my life, and I love my son, and I wouldn’t change that for anything. That because of my pro-trans beliefs, I should be cancelled or lose my job? That would be ironic, wouldn’t it, coming from people who are claiming to have been cancelled for their gender-critical beliefs. And full disclosure; it isn’t a job. It’s an elected position, as part of a Board of twelve people. It’s voluntary, time-consuming, often thankless, and unpaid, and I do it because I care about authors’ rights. All authors’ rights; whether they’re famous of not; whether I agree with their politics or not.

But this assault isn’t going to stop. Given how many people pretend to be “fearful of speaking out”, they’re certainly doing a hell of a lot of it. I’ve had open attacks this week from a certain sector of the author community – all London-based, all cis, all white, all influential people (many of them men) with lots of friends in the right-wing media – saying that they are coming for me. One person compared it to the March of the Ents, going after Saruman. The literary establishment, is seems is desperately afraid of progress.

Here’s the thing, though. I’m stubborn. I’ve never fitted into the London literary scene, so the fact that it now feels the need to mobilize against me means very little to me. This week, I’ve had death threats, attacks in the media, and countless abusive messages. I don’t care. I’m not afraid. I was elected to this role to help protect authors’ rights. That means yours, whoever you are, and those of all other authors. If you’re a member of the SOA, then we have elections yearly. You too can stand for the Board, and be elected, and add your views to the diversity of views already expressed there. Till then, I’ll do what I’ve always done. Raise awareness of authors’ rights. 

They grow us tough in Yorkshire.

[elbiotipo]

Israel is dependent on the US. This has been noted many times, when the US says "no", Israel doesn't go. This is obvious, because Israel depends on both indirect and direct (arms sales, outright military intervention) support from the US and in lesser but not insignificant way from other countries like the UK.

This is not to deny Israel agency, because at the end they are the ones who take the decisions and implement their colonial project, and they often run afoul of what the US wants (Israel is actually a headache to support) and also Israel benefits to the US as a military outpost and buyer of weapons, but the fact remains that it's very dependent on the US. I don't think it's inaccurate at all to call it a satellite state.

Which makes Biden's blind, fanatical support for Israel more damning. He could, at many, many moments have intervened with a "no, that's enough". Instead he not only supported but redoubled his support for Israel, selling them even more weapons, providing them "ironclad support" (something he really has expressed many times in the past) and thus causing untold suffering. He is an active participant on the genocide of Gaza.

Now, this in my opinion does make Biden uniquely awful on his fanatical support, because all US presidents have supported Israel (as well as other imperial commitments, because that's what US presidents do) but not in such a blind, almost reflexive way as Biden. But like I said, all US presidents have supported Israel. So what would have other US presidents have done? Hillary would probably have been about the same as Biden. Trump, really, who knows, I feel he would have done whatever he felt but he would not have overcommited to it, perhaps even be convinced of deescalating... or the reverse. Sanders has opposed sales to Israel and its brutality on record, but what would have he done in the actual office as president?

What I mean by this is that the support of the US to Israel is key to what has been happening in Palestine for decades. For the Palestine people to be truly free, what the US does in support or not of Israel is key, there cannot be a Israel as it is nowadays with the "ironclad" support of the United States. How to change this, and what would a world where the US finally either stops being an imperial power or stop supporting an apartheid genocidal regime would look? How to achieve this?. I don't know. Tarea para la casa.

#cosas mias

[fanstuffrantings]

You know, while Salem has had really strong villain moments, she really does continue the rwby issue of villains not feeling as they honestly should. And the issue as always has to do with her inner circle. They tell us Salem has been around since back when magic properly existed in remnant. That she's become horrific and immortal and experiments with humans and Grimm, but truthfully the hound being a more recent abomination just makes it feel like her timeline is much shorter than it should've been.

She should have an inner circle full of people like Cinder and the hound, sure we can still have those that are fully mortal and were offered something they so desperately wanted that they joined her, but she should've had loyalists who were corrupted by Grimm experimentation and made into beasts.

Tyrion 1000% should've been one of these with how much of a fanatic he is towards her, even going so far as to consider the action a "blessing". It could add more tension between him and Cinder when she gets her arm because despite her failure he sees her as being rewarded when obliteration or torment would've been his choice for her failing Salem.

You could start introducing monsters from myths and fairy tales who had been created by Salem. Vampires, demons, sirens, harpies. Various other creatures who wouldn't appear at the start but become far more common as salem's power grows and the group gets closer to her. Creatures that are more cunning than regular Grimm but still inhuman enough to give us horrific visuals and fit in with the Grimm they originated from.

Her threat is world wide, her subordinates should be numerous. Her experimentation should've started centuries ago making it so that now her creations are far more advanced, enough so that they can come to view her as a God in her own right. It could even be that tyrion is a descendant of one of these experiments leading to a stronger reasoning for his unhinged fanaticism and desperation for her to approve of him.

As for the humans/faunus of her circle, that would be a much more recent addition. It could be that for a long time she didn't believe men could be trusted without a little bit of intervention, but her studying of them and their habits let her to believe there was a chance that with the right strings she could predict them far better.

#rwde #rwby critical #molten rambles #let her be horrific #make her a legend that huntsmen fear ans believe to be fiction

[whoistartaglia]

Hi!! I was wondering if I could enter your event?? (YJ LIKE LIKE the one w the love trope also GREAT picks yk?)

OKAY SO SO SO SOO I was curious about Scara (or Wanderer whatever Name you call him) x Reader with the “Love at first sight” trope?

(Also you have a LOVELY year and a splendid day!!)

thanks for the submission and thank you so much for your kind words!!

trope: love at first sight

including: scaramouche (the wanderer)

if you told scaramouche, the wanderer and former fatui harbinger, he would fall in love at first sight, he’d laugh at you and call you a fanatic daydreamer. but then he meets you, and all his notions of love at first sight and true love go out the window.

“did you place a curse on me?” scaramouche asks you. you’re spending a lazy afternoon together, doing nothing but laying on the couch and soaking in the sunshine filtering in from the window.

“no, not yet,” you say dismissively.

“are you sure?”

“yes? why?”

scaramouche sits up then. “because [name]. i literally, like—fell in love with you.

“so?” you ask. you give him a confused smile. “you couldn’t do that without me cursing you? is loving me really so bad?”

“yes.”

you give him a sour look.

scaramouche corrects himself: “i mean, no. i was just kidding—but not about that first part. i literally fell head over heels for you the first moment i met you. how else is that possible?”

you tilt your head to the side, thinking. “maybe i’m just so naturally amazing that you couldn’t help it.”

“or i was cursed.”

“hey!”

scaramouche holds his hands up defensively. “just kidding…“

“no divine intervention brought us together,” you affirm. scaramouche doesn’t respond, content to lay back down and soak in more sunlight. what he doesn’t tell you is that no, you’re wrong, it was definitely divine intervention that caused you two to fall in love—a blessing from celestia herself.

#genshin impact #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin impact fluff #genshin fluff #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin impact scaramouche headcanons #genshin impact scaramouche #scaramouche headcanons #scaramouche x reader #genshin impact the wanderer headcanons #the wanderer headcanons #the wanderer x reader #wanderer x reader #scaramouche #genshin impact the wanderer #event

[thepowerposter]

Complete Monstober Day 2: Judge Claude Frollo

This bad boy is considered to be one of the most evil characters Disney has ever created! In the original story, he was the Archdeacon and (relatively) more sympathetic, but in the film, he and the Archdeacon are two separate characters, so Frollo is a lot worse! Here's his TV Tropes entry:

Judge Claude Frollo, the fanatical Minister of Justice, is a deeply prejudiced and hypocritical official who seeks to totally exterminate the Roma scattered around Paris. Frollo introduces himself by murdering a fleeing mother and nearly drowning her infant child for the crime of being deformed. With the archdeacon's intervention instilling the fear of divine retribution in him, Frollo dubbed the child Quasimodo and raised him in isolation under emotional abuse. Deeply enraptured with the Romani woman Esmeralda, Frollo resolves to make Esmeralda his or watch her burn, offering "choose me or the fire" when she's tied to the stake. Frollo has gigantic sections of Paris burned in his further attempt to find the Roma; orders a family torched alive in their own house; and even tries to murder Quasimodo himself in the end after having seemingly murdered Esmeralda, forsaking all piety to reveal the monster he's always been within.

#complete monstober #complete monster #the hunchback of notre dame #judge claude frollo #disney #disney villains #villains

[st0rmyskies]

WAIT ONE MORE THING-

The monsters??? I somehow managed to forget until right now but hello? They’re real??

Are these the things that the old Ganon was working on? Because you said he was kind of the mad scientist type so breeding monsters seems like something he’d do.

And oh god that must be terrifying for everyone - that’s like going to a party and a bunch of vampires and werewolves crash it 😵‍💫

This is a poor twist I never saw coming. And I am loving it to death!

-miniscrew

I'm so glad you've asked, Miniscrew!

Yes, they are real, and it's not something that the general populace would be mentally prepared to see. Ganon's father, Ganondorf, was more of the "mad scientist" type in that he would orchestrate his own offenses against Hylia through all sorts of means: breeding programs, genetic modifications, surgical intervention (coughDarkcough), and so on. Champion would be familiar with encountering moblins and bokoblins; part of his Yiga training took place on Eventide Island, where wild tribes of bokos provided yet another challenge in his elimination and survival training.

Now, that certainly isn't Ganon's style, but far be it for him to not exploit every means to his own ends that he can. Ganon is more about exploiting people or systems that are already in place to achieve his goals. That means enlisting the help of those crackpot Calamity fanatics by putting Master Kohga in charge, who reports directly to Ganon, and trading money and favors in exchange for leagues of mindless cannon fodder. That means letting the Hyrulean Crown come up with their own massive automated defense infrastructure through the Guardian Project and hacking it for his own use. That means leaning on the grudges of other races, such as the Twili, to "borrow" their army to lead his own siege since the Gerudo are clearly in alignment with the Crown.

Anyway, sorry, back to your question: what the boys have on their side is that moblins and bokoblins and lizalfos aren't terribly smart. They're strong and numerous and very, very fast, respectively, but this lot has enough fighting under their belt that I do think they stand a reasonable chance at holding their own.

#stormy asks #miniscrew asks #hsh #townhouse au #hsh ganon

[the-empress-7]

I can't even begin to articulate how unethical and how corrupt this line of thinking is.

I've decided that both C and C are doing all this on purpose to stir shit up. Keep the pressure on W and C. C is fanatical about being the center of attention. If he can't be the main character, he doesn't want the film to debut. This is his biggest lance in his imaginary duel for center stage. Meanwhile, W and C are going about their lives, getting actual work done - and getting sick from the stress and tension of having these assholes always hovering. I don't think C actually gives a shit about H and I feel really sure that he doesn't actually want him back in town. He let him in the door just long enough to piss W off but not long enough to actually have to be in the same room.

If this dude's reign is longer than maybe a year, then yea, I think fatal damage will be done. We all can't keep doing this shit. And we are doing it from 20,000 leagues under the sea. Something is going to blow up in someone's face if this goes on much longer.

One can only hope for divine intervention at this point

[blueisquitetired]

ABANDONED WIP WEDNESDAY

Context for this one: Another Dad!Ingo fic that didn't pan out. Written quite early on, probably right after Touch of Love. Was supposed to focus on an adult researcher Akari from earth who got turned into a child and was given the ability to understand everyone but not speak the language. Ingo meets her and teaches her sign. (You can see that I repurposed this idea for Feral in Hisui)

This is just the prologue so Ingo isn't here yet unfortunately. Bummer.

No one understands Akari (Maybe Ingo can fix that)

Word Count: 832

Rating: G

No archive warnings apply

Volo had made a ****ing mess. Honestly, arceus looks away for one second and next thing it knows someone has cracked a hole in the sky. Go figure. It hoped that the problem would fix itself, that one of its children or the people of the land would shape up and fix the freaking sky hole that loomed over its temple. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen. The hole quickly went from an inconvenience to a problem when things started falling through it. Small things Arceus could excuse, (some bathroom slippers, a microwave, half of a billboard that thankfully fell into the ocean) but when a *person* fell through, it knew that this was a problem that needed divine intervention.

And so it was time to find a chosen.

If Arceus was going to do this, it might as well go all the way. Honestly, Volo’s shenanigans had pushed Hisui’s Pokémon/human cohabitation back a few decades. Arceus claimed to be unbiased but hisui was definitely its favorite region, and having it lag behind its peers in development because of one (1) stupid fanatic, well, it really grinded arceus’s gears. So okay, Arceus needed someone to fix the hole in the sky AND make the locals more friendly with the local wildlife. Now how to do that? Consulting with the other legendaries of its realm (as well as a couple of other arceus’s of other realms), the best solution it came up with was a Pokédex. Hard to fear what you understand you know? Thankfully, a Pokédex was already underway, an effort spearheaded by those outsiders that recently invaded. Unfortunately, the outsiders are stupid and even more afraid of Pokémon then Aceus’s own people (and that was saying something) They were getting nowhere fast and certainly didn’t have the skills required to fix the sky. The man from the future probably could, but while Arceus wasn’t paying attention he had already settled with the pearl clan and become a warden to one of it’s blessed nobles. Besides, he was weird and intimidating, and no one would find comfort in his constant scowl and train metaphors. So! Arceus would need to bring in a chosen from outside its realm. Unfortunately, that was easier said then done, and Arceus was finding that a perfect human might be impossible to locate. So Arceus would make its own. First, the body. Children always made for good chosens, they were easily underestimated and had vigor and energy that an adult simply couldn’t keep up with. It needed to not stick out too much, an appearance that could match any child of the era. Of course, it needed to be quite sturdy as well, a hole in the sky is not an easy fix after all! Next was the soul, probably the hardest part. Arceus could try to make one from scratch, but that was a pain and it would have no idea if it made a good one until the soul had run around for a couple of human years. Time was of no consequence to Arceus, but it was very important to its people. So Arceus would have to steal a soul. It wanted a curious one, one with the nack for research and a loving heart. They couldn’t be afraid of Pokémon, but they also couldn’t be used to them. Pokémon needed to be an enigma that the soul would be desperate to solve. So Arceus searched through other worlds, snatching the soul of a dying girl on her last breath. A biology student, one who loved animals and had a tendency to solve problems that no one asked her too. She was a liiiiiitle too old, (nearly 24) but didn’t all humans want to be younger? She probably wouldn’t mind losing a couple years.

Gently placing the soul in the newly formed body, Arceus found that there were still a few snags in its plans. First off, it seemed that the new soul was not happy to lose a few years and was also demanding to be sent back to the lousy world Arceus had stolen her from. That wouldn’t do. Taking a page from the accidental skyfaller, Arceus wiped a good chunk of her memories. It left the important stuff; science, math, basic life skills, but any personal memories were deemed unimportant and were deleted from existence. Speaking of basic life skills, her native language would be useless now. Feeling quite generous, Arceus granted her the ability to understand all languages as if they were her own. It briefly considered granting her the ability to speak said languages but ended up dismissing that thought. It wanted to speed up progress, not skip years of scientific discovery because the biology student wanted electric lights. And so with a couple more skills (good aim, excellent reflexes, etc) and a communication device/map that arceus could send instructions through, Arceus gently deposited its chosen onto the land of hisui.

And that was how Akari’s tumultuous life of bottled words began.

#blue’s writing #WIP #akari pokemon #pokemon legends arceus

[onceuponapuffin]

You know what we're gonna do, folks? We're going to write a self-insert fanfiction together with the Power of Polls. Just because it sounds like a fun time to me.

Do I have any Outline or Plan? No. Do I have any idea what I'm doing with this? No. Any clue what I'm unleashing here? No. What do I have? Heart?? And...the power of friendship probably.

Whatever. Let's do this.

*******(***

Dear Reader,

Whatever you, yes YOU, are doing in your life right now, is suddenly interrupted. The ground begins to rumble and the walls begin to melt. Are you sick? Are you dehydrated? Who knows. The ground groans and drops beneath your feet and you fall before you can do so much as scream.

You land arse-first, in a way that you really hope no one saw. Quick as you can, you scramble to your feet only to find...that you did, in fact, have an audience.

You are in Aziraphale's bookshop. A quick glance around tells you the situation. Four sets of dumbstruck eyes stare at you in surprise. Muriel from the bookshelves, Crowley from the chair at the desk, Aziraphale to your immediate left, and the Metatron to your immediate right. Metatron is holding the someone-forsaken coffee cup.

Right now, you are the only one with even the faintest idea what's going on, but it won't last.

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[darlinggeorgiedear]

Why is George V so underrated? Why isnt he given enough credit? Tired of those Romanov fanatics who make George responsible for what happened to the tsar. It wasnt George's fault that the tsar was a weak incompetent lousy leader! George was a better king, a better leader, a better family man since he saved his family as well as the monarchy, and a better looking man too. But they put the tsar on a pedestal due to his tragic end (for which Im very sorry) and deny George's contributions and try to reduce him. Not fair.

I do agree that Nicholas gets better press these days. I have seen a few documentaries, where both men are featured, that make Nicholas seem like a naive bystander to history while George is ultra conservative tyrant. (There was a British documentary that came out recently calling George "Tyrant King".) I do think Nicholas is tragic (wrong man, wrong time), but his downfall happened because he was arrogant and hard headed. (Instead of him being so traditional and fatalistic that the Empire slipped out of his hands.)

Worth noting that majority of the Romanov family was supportive of reforms and begged him to change. The old excuse that he was following his dad's example is hypothetical since many very conservative family members, who supported Alexander III and was like-minded, supported the reforms. But if you think about past (and current) leaders that Russia tolerates, it does make it clear that Nicholas was very unlucky, since he was not the worst (neither the best), yet suffered immensely. I think his sad ending makes people want to defend him, and ignore his politics, which gives a wrong picture.

Nicholas had horrible press at the end of his rule and throughout most of the 20th century, aided by the Soviet Union of course. In comparison George had amazing press throughout his lifetime that lasted until recently. Basically, I think people are hard on George and easy on Nicholas these days because it creates more sensational journalism. It is much more interesting to defend someone who was unpopular and degrade someone who was revered.

To me, that is the best explanation since it is really ridiculous how people make George V's issues with the modern 20th century into some type of villain story. Compared to George's relatives (Nicholas, Kaiser, Greek cousins), he was open-minded, which is the real reason he was able to maintain his throne. (which is almost never mentioned and is usually said that he sinisterly maintain his throne by neglecting everyone. While simultaneously, everyone forgets that Nicholas' originally solution to calm down St. Petersburg was military intervention, yet George is still remembered as the immoral one who would do anything to maintain his throne.)

I also recently watched a documentary about Lloyd George and why he isn't remembered/praised like Churchill in the UK. One of the best explanations is the public's different attitude towards WWI and WWII. (The doc also makes an interesting point that the negative attitude about WWI, which ruined Lloyd George's legacy, was encouraged by Lloyd George in his novels.) I think this is relevant towards George because he was the WWI King in comparison to his son George Vi, the very popular WWII King.

Also, since Elizabeth II loved and idolized her dad, I think his legacy was amplified during her reign. I also think things will be different now, since she is gone.

I am no means a historian, these are just my thoughts! I also don't want to upset anyone who are grieved by what happened to Nicholas II and his poor family. It's really very sad but people need some real perspective while dealing with the last Tsar, and hopefully in result to a new level-minded outlook, can give George V some grace!!

I also want to add that I understand politics (or standards on how things should be done) are different in Russia. One of Nicholas II most used defenses, while defending the state of Russia with his English cousins, was that things are different in Russia, and the people there like to be guided with an iron fist. My complaints really stand with UK journalists who choose to only focus on negative aspects of George V.

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[lafcadiosadventures]

Madame Putiphar Readalong. Book Two, Chapter XXVI, Part One.:

Including:

Architecture terms!

sexy mandolin playing and foot kissing

Borel’s version of Like a Virgin!

a great idea for art analysis and sadly ends on Orientalism

endless cultural references, -i didn't cover them all, I didn't even mention Borromini my beloved- and endless asterixes and parenthesis on my behalf :P

A Mermaid on a Dolphin's Back. Illustrated by John Gilbert Engraved by the Dalziel Brothers.

Let’s get the worst out of the way shall we? We have had various chapters sans big interventions by the narrator, here we have a pretty big, essaistic one. The questions Pétrus tackles in it is a fascinating one. Why is official art of a certain time period like it is, and what does it tell us about the ruling classes?  (more concretely, why is Rococo art influenced by """The Orient""")

Like Rousseau* before him, Borel doesn't separate the artform from the power it represents (something we invariably see brought up in pop culture/divulgation discussions on Asian, Egyptian, or Precolumbine art and architecture) but we rarely see this same scrutiny applied to Greek temples, or European Palaces (yes, I have a specific and relatively recent documentary in mind where the presenter was wanking hard at the enlightened beauties of ancient Greece and early modern Europe. Then we got to the Mexica chapter,,,, the focus was obviously put on Human Sacrifice-someone was in a bad need of reading Montaigne’s des cannibales, there WAS human sacrifice with religious and political aims in Europe at the time- the presenter argued that the intrinsic, racialized thirst for blood of the ancient Mexica lived on in Mexico today, and as an example our very bright presenter showed an audience enjoying.... a corrida.......... a Spanish import.)

*[I cannot find the original Rousseau quote, only how Kant paraphrases it in Critique of Judgement: “If someone asks me if I find the castle before my eyes beautiful I can surely reply: (...) like Rousseau, declaim(ing) against the vanity of the great ones who misspend the people’s sweat in such superfluous things. (...)”]

So, the problem at hand -how art voices the intentions/ideologies of those in power-, is interesting and legitimate. However, the complex, hard to pin down Borelesian Narrator, reaches some pretty fallacious and biased conclusions (what is this narrator like? Is it like Diderot’s stand in, the “je” in Rameau’s Nephew? a Diderot stand in, but also evidently portrayed by Denis as a classist, bland bonpensant (for example when the Nephew, who is usually the venal, cynical, sexist and more importantly, of a lower class character, says something “correct”, the character labelled as “je” condescends to him: “you don’t know how right you are!” the nephew bitterly replies, “yeah, you Philosophers think we (aka, the people) are correct only by accident!” Diderot makes the narrating je look and sound like him, and share some of his positive qualities, but it also voices flaws Diderot saw in himself, becoming a kind of self parody, and parody of the figure of the Philosopher as a whole. Borel’s narrator is contradictory, some of his views change from chapter to chapter, and his emphasis on chastity and religion for example do not seem consistent with views expressed elsewhere-> @sainteverge brought up the tale Medianoche, where the heroine is a Diderot reader while her father is a repressive religious fanatic, and the portrayal of Dillon and the dark priest in La caverne d''Arcueils hardly seem like creatures a catholic fanatic would come up with...)

So, what are the causes of orientalism in 1700’s France? The French aristocracy was as soft and decadent, and as autocratic as “the orientals”, that’s what made them interested in their art (the main problem here is that Borel does not distinguish between the diverse cultures and social strata that form the pot-pourri the Europeans melded into a monolith they call(ed) the Orient. Borel doesn’t have in mind the arts of the nomads of the Mongolian steppes for example. He has a very specific artstyle in mind, and his thesis wouldn’t have been that insane if he had not implied there is an “oriental” nature, like he wouldn’t speak of an "European" nature since he percieves the nations conforming europe as pretty diverse surely.... and if he had specified which strata of the cultures he had in mind he’s speaking of. If he had said, the autocrats here enjoyed the art of the autocrats over there, because it is an art form that both utilizes slave force to be crafted and expresses that way of government, which is the core of the idea he seems to be proposing, I could have agreed with him.) He does this instead:

“The limpness, the pleasures, the incest, the polygamy, the pederasty**, the joy, the no longer chivalrous but rather Moorish gallantry; the slavery and finally the lack of care for slavery, had assimilated two populations that are so different in other points. Up to Pharaoh who had his favourite sultana, his Parc-aux-Cerfs, his lettres-de-cachet, just as Mustapha had his harem and his cords. The Christian dogma which had rehabilitated Aesop was destroyed. Hercules and Venus, incarnating physical strength and beauty, were the only objects of worship. No more melancholy, no more chastity, no more modesty, no more meditation, no more reverie; nothing great, deep, sad, sublime! Eternal contemplation of God’s splendour, ridiculous! Instead, Muhammad and his joy, Muhammad and his sensuality, Muhammad and his houris. Indeed pure Islam reigned: in point of fact, under these wigs and baskets one was as muslim as under a turban and a basquine.”

(tr. @sainteverge )

The islamophobia is patent, the presentation of Christian culture (another monolith) as superior too. Is this supposed to be ironic? I cannot tell.

** (as everyone reading this surely knows, the term pederasty in the french 19th c included sexual attraction between men of the same age) I think it’s important to note that Borel figures in the index of pederasts of the French police -an index of people being surveiled for being sodomites, who curiously where also “loud and turbulent” republicans (as michael blix defines it, thanks cam for sharing that.)

After this thoroughly unpleasant paragraph, Borel returns to the events of the story. He focuses on the effect the legitimately intoxicating and seductive view of Pompadour playing her mandolin has on Patrick. The ambiance has the desired effect on Patrick’s still innocent soul, overcome with doubt and admiration, he plunges to Pompadour’s feet and kisses her soles. Her eyes fall on him from the heights of her nonchalance.

Then we get what Like a Virgin would have sounded like if Borel had written it:

“A suave feeling, of which she had lost the memory and which for that reason seemed as new to her as the first pulse of love in a young girl’s heart, was moistening her decrepit soul. Her body, worn out by debauchery, could usually not even be titillated by pleasure anymore, and yet it swooned before the chaste touch of a mouth placed on her foot.”

 (tr. By sainteverge)

(also I was exited to see Borel mentioning Philomela, but sadly not linked to Deborah as I had supposed in an earlier chapter, with the nightingale song, but curiously to Pompadour.... it’s an interesting choice since Philomela is clearly a victim and an avenging angel, none of which Pompadour is portrayed as, but it’s Patrick the innocent who calls her that, not the narrator, and he is refering to the singing)

Putiphar praises Patrick’s lyricism comparing him with gallant as Richelieu and poetic Dorat (writer of light, pleasing comedies, favoured by the mundanes in the VXIII th c), Patrick chooses more transgressive authors to correct her, “no, I’m actually like Young and Bayard” ->the latter a playright satirist of bourgeois mores. Putiphar enjoys conventional and conformist art, Patrick fights those choices with more transgressive authors. It’s like a miniature, low key battle of Hernani.

What follows is a key line about profit, money and the arts and voicing one’s opinions. Patrick obviously can earn very little by how he speaks. He is pretty fascinating here, definitely under Putiphar’s spell when he walks in, but he won’t flatter her like that other time or compromise his opinions when speaking to her... and that upsets her, there’s no way Patrick’s way of speaking will ever be lucrative for him, or help him ascend in court etc. He’s a terrible arriviste, Patrick replies he never had any intention of making his speech and feelings lucrative. That is such a slap in the face for Putiphar’s life credo...she’s kind of stunned that someone can think in ways so archaic (perhaps embodying what Borel mentioned above as Chivalry, Patrick is Quixotic) but more importantly, so radically disinterested, he wishes to transit the world speaking his mind and being true to who he is at all times. Putiphar changes the subject -because the conversation is turning too serious, and she has other projects in mind- and asks Patrick for a song from his land (Pat replies with a biblical citation) finally accepts to sing for her but he is afraid she won’t be able to appreciate it as Pompadour’s taste is too accustomed to Opera. In return Patrick asks her to finish her mandolin song (about Isis choosing between an blond or a brown haired man) When she finishes, she expresses the song couldn't be anymore perfect to which Pat, incapable of flattery at the present time,  replies the song is “bland, mannered”, has “rather silly lyrics”(So Pomps is like, well if your taste is so refined, show me the best song from the best poet from your country, after telling him how if someone heard him his candid opinions would worsen matters for him -love of the arts in court and in Pompadour’s worldview is nothing more than political posturing and statements, you have to like what is in, and that’s that) Pompadour starts flirting more aggressively with Patrick, who jokingly refuses her. She starts writhing sexily, showing her legs and remarking on how hot she is, even while wearing a very light robe. Patrick' is's attitude is cold, but his eyes betray him and Putiphar notices it. Patrick is in a very enlightenment man way, having a struggle within him between passion and reason, appetite and duty. His senses responded to her invitations, yet his mind begged him to refuse them. (it’s an interesting change from their first meeting, where Patrick seemed to be implied to be giving her more than just a few kisses in her hands) Patrick is also thinking of Pompadour’s body in a patriarchal sexist way, he recovers his wits when remembering, not only Deborah, but Deborah as someone who was a virgin before him, Deborah as the standard of Virginity, Pompadour’s body is beautiful and enticing, but when he remembers that perhaps there wasn’t a single virgin spot in it for him to pose his lips, an iron curtain fell between him and her and only then he thought of Deborah, one who was only his. Gross, etc.

Yet Patrick is afraid he’ll succumb so he hilariously gets up and starts looking at Putiphar’s paintings and boiseries. She calls out from the sacrificial altar, begging him to return claiming he owes her an irish song. So Patrick returns and plays what seems like the longest, least sexy irish balad he could think of. Yet Putiphar is in ecstasy while listening, looks at him both like a mother and a lover proud of her choice. When the song is (finally) over Pompadour straight up poses Patrick’s hands on her heaving breasts. (in a quasi “frenetic” way)(since the chapter touched the arts in a romantic/classicist way, the word frenetic seems loaded) Pompadour cannot praise him in any better way than telling him he sounds like a neapolitan. Patrick of course corrects her telling her that the Irish have always been great at song. She insults the English language thinking that would please him, she does this shrewdly, since “all loves are brothers and that a soul which trembles with enthusiasm is usually an easy ship to catch.” (and Borel takes the chance to praise Gaelic -and Spanish comparing the sonorities of the two languages as majestic- and to complain about how English is advancing in Ireland while Gaelic declines) She asks Patrick to translate his song, is it a love song? She coyly asks? Is it about a cold lover who disdains an unrequited woman?

Is Putiphar right? Is Pat such an easy prey? Will he bite the bait? Find out.... soon XD

( @sainteverge @counterwiddershins )

#madame putiphar #long post #text post #hats off to cam for translating this >_> irish ballads tarabiscoting #it has it all O_O

[thebusylilbee]

The historian Alexander Scholch emphasizes the European intervention in the Near East during the 19th century to illustrate how Zionism succeeded British, German, Russian, and French machinations to gain control of the Holy Land. While Britain’s 19th century policy was to prevent the fragmentation of the Ottoman empire, the European powers attempted to gain influence in Palestine through missionary work and the protection of religious minorities (a path the United States would follow in their stead). The Russians laid claim to protecting Orthodox Christians and the French, the Catholics, leaving the British and the Germans to “create their own protégés : Jews and Protestants.” Scholch demonstrates that the European powers understood the “restoration of the Jews” to Palestine as part of European colonization and reclamation efforts. Old and new ideas floated around Europe that the conversion and restoration of Jews to Palestine would precipitate the Second Coming and that a Christian or European Jewish Palestine would prevent European conflict over the Near East and serve as a strategic buffer against the Oriental world. Importantly, the Christian West mentally expropriated the Holy Land from its Arab inhabitants and Ottoman overlords, leading to proposals for the European conquest of Palestine. Within Britain itself, political calls for Jewish restoration to Palestine began in the 1840s, and over time the obsession with the conversion of Jews dissipated. Some Christian Zionists argued that a European Jewish Palestine would benefit the Ottoman empire, while others demanded a Jewish state under British protection to fulfill Biblical prophecy and protect British economic and strategic interests in the region. Toward the end of the 19th century, British elites began to consider seriously direct British control of Palestine. Even before the advent of political Zionism, Europeans presented arguments that Jewish colonization would undertake a civilizing mission that would benefit the Arab peasants, who would willingly sell their land and were “terribly ignorant, fanatic, and above all inveterate liars” according to Claude Reignier Condor, and liberate the Holy Land from the Muslim Turks. Furthermore, many European accounts proclaimed that the Holy Land was essentially empty, a myth that Zionists continued to propagate throughout the twentieth century and into the twenty-first. Some Zionists and their supporters have argued that Arabs migrated to Palestine after Jewish colonization supposedly made the land prosperous. To deal with the indigenous population, Europeans proposed expulsion, “Indian” reservations, or simple exploitation. Only a few European voices observed that the Arabs represented a large majority of the population in Palestine and had inherent rights to the land they inhabited.

MacDonald, Robert, ""A Land without a People for a People without a Land": Civilizing Mission and American Support for Zionism, 1880s-1929" (2012). History Ph.D. Dissertations. 24.

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[megashadowdragon]

[Fate/Grand Order Comic Dub] Till death do us part.

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"...Contractor. I hath begun to see a pattern in mine interventions of late."

"Like what Gramps?"

"First was the Lion King, the one called Artoria. Then came that maiden of Kur, Ereshkigal, and the Primordial Mother, Tiamat. Afterwards came that lustful Beast, Kiara, though that harlot doth seem to be attempting to mend her ways if naught else. Now mine presence be needed to attend to this child of the dark..."

"...I don't follow."

"Contractor, thou should consider making fewer enemies of women..."

It's very weird to hear Gramps saying a Goddess's name from another religion, which is not what he is defined as, that is a fanatical extemist that believes there is only one God and that God is Allah. In my guess, he did so to mock her, which is what I was feeling here.

 In the Fate universe, the Gaia he's mentioning is the will of the planet to survive. Gaia isn't a goddes, she's the planet herself.Reply@UncleRJ1 year ago  

 wait a sec if Gaia is earth itself..then whats with arceuid?Avatar of earth?

 ​I think she's more like Gaia's trusted secretary. Since she's the strongest True Ancestor, Gaia's just like "yeah do whatever you want, here's a lot of power because I trust you".

Gramps said it to change She's betraying her soil where's she came from, because in Gramps Religion. All human was made from the soil of earth, hence Gaia mentioned.

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