#treatle

[pratchettquotes]

Why was it that when she heard Granny ramble on about witchcraft she longed for the cutting magic of wizardry, but whenever she heard Treatle speak in his high-pitched voice she would fight to the death for witchcraft? She'd be both, or none at all. And the more they intended to stop her, the more she wanted it.

Terry Pratchett, Equal Rites

#eskarina smith #granny weatherwax #esme weatherwax #treatle #equal rites #discworld #terry pratchett #witches #wizards #magic #education #contrast #conflict #double major #perspective #liminal spaces #identity #ownership #multiclass #longing #both or none at all

[picopepin]

Yippeeeee its the 19th! That means my Advent design on stygs just dropped ^^ The theme is gifts from NPCs in the game and I paid homage to my beloved fave, Bolt. Bit of a rush order thanks to some life event stuff but overall pleased with the end result

#myart #stygians #treatlings

[dragon-doggo]

“Solve my riddle, and we will show you what we have seen”

A quick drawing for the stygians arpg event going on right now. My character Chrono encounters the heralds that follow you, the truth that lies beneath…

#art #drawing #digital art #artists on tumblr #ocs #original characters #bunny #spooky #stygians #treatlings

[thoroughlyfagged]

“Is it, er, possible for a woman to be, you know, a wizard?” she said eventually. Simon stared at her. She gave him a defiant look. His throat strained. He was trying to find a sentence that didn’t start with a W. In the end he was forced to make concessions. 

“A curious idea,” he said. He thought some more, and started to laugh until Esk’s expression warned him. 

“Rather funny, really,” he added, but the laughter in his face faded and was replaced by a puzzled look. “Never really t-thought about it, before.” 

“Well? Can they?” You could have shaved with Esk’s voice. 

“Of course they can’t. It is self-evident, child. Simon, return to your studies.” Treatle pushed aside the curtain that led into the back of the wagon and climbed out on to the seat board. The look of mild panic took up its familiar place on Simon’s face. He gave Esk a pleading glance as Treatle took the reins from his hands, but she ignored him. 

“Why not? What’s so self-evident?” 

Treatle turned and looked down at her. 

He hadn’t really paid much attention before, she was simply just another figure around the campfires. He was the Vice-Chancellor of Unseen University, and quite used to seeing vague scurrying figures getting on with essential but unimportant jobs like serving his meals and dusting his rooms. He was stupid, yes, in the particular way that very clever people can be stupid, and maybe he had all the tact of an avalanche and was as self-centered as a tornado, but it would never have occurred to him that children were important enough to be unkind to. From long white hair to curly boots, Treatle was a wizard’s wizard. He had the appropriate long bushy eyebrows, spangled robe and patriarchal beard that was only slightly spoiled by the yellow nicotine stains (wizards are celibate but, nevertheless, enjoy a good cigar). 

“It will all become clear to you when you grow up,” he said. “It’s an amusing idea, of course, a nice play on words. A female wizard! You might as well invent a male witch!” 

“Warlocks,” said Esk. 

“Pardon me?” 

“My granny says men can’t be witches,” said Esk. “She says if men tried to be witches they’d be wizards.” 

“She sounds a very wise woman,” said Treatle. 

“She says women should stick to what they’re good at,” Esk went on. 

“Very sensible of her.” 

“She says if women were as good as men they’d be a lot better!” 

Treatle laughed. 

“She’s a witch,” said Esk, and added in her mind: there, what do you think of that, Mr. so-called cleverwizard? 

“My dear good young lady, am I supposed to be shocked? I happen to have a great respect for witches.” Esk frowned. He wasn’t supposed to say that. 

“You have?” 

“Yes indeed. I happen to believe that witchcraft is a fine career, for a woman. A very noble calling.” 

“You do? I mean, it is?” 

“Oh yes. Very useful in rural districts for, for people who are—having babies, and so forth. However, witches are not wizards. Witchcraft is Nature’s way of allowing women access to the magical fluxes, but you must remember it is not high magic.” 

“I see. Not high magic,” said Esk grimly. 

“Oh no. Witchcraft is very suitable for helping people through life, of course, but—” 

“I expect women aren’t really sensible enough to be wizards,” said Esk. “I expect that’s it, really.” 

“I have nothing but the highest respect for women,” said Treatle, who hadn’t noticed the fresh edge to Esk’s tone. “They are without parallel when, when—”

“For having babies and so forth?” 

“There is that, yes,” the wizard conceded generously. “But they can be a little unsettling at times. A little too excitable. High magic requires great clarity of thought, you see, and women’s talents do not lie in that direction. Their brains tend to overheat. I am sorry to say there is only one door into wizardry and that is the main gate at Unseen University and no woman has ever passed through it.”

“Tell me,” said Esk, “what good is high magic, exactly?” 

Treatle smiled at her. “High magic, my child,” he said, “can give us everything we want.” 

“Oh.” 

“So put all this wizard nonsense out of your head, all right?” Treatle gave her a benevolent smile. “What is your name, child?” 

“Eskarina.”

“And why do you go to Ankh, my dear?” 

“I thought I might seek my fortune,” muttered Esk, “but I think perhaps girls don’t have fortunes to seek. Are you sure wizards give people what they want?” 

“Of course. That is what high magic is for.” 

“I see.” 

The whole caravan was traveling only a little faster than walking pace. Esk jumped down, pulled the staff from its temporary hiding place among the bags and pails on the side of the wagon, and ran back along the line of carts and animals. Through her tears she caught a glimpse of Simon peering from the back of the wagon, an open book in his hands. He gave her a puzzled smile and started to say something, but she ran on and veered off the track. 

Scrubby whinbushes scratched her legs as she scrambled up a clay bank and then she was running free across a barren plateau, hemmed in by the orange cliffs. She didn’t stop until she was good and lost but the anger still burned brightly. 

She had been angry before, but never like this; normally anger was like the red flame you got when the forge was first lit, all glow and sparks, but this anger was different—it had the bellows behind it, and had narrowed to the tiny blue-white flame that cuts iron. It made her body tingle. She had to do something about it or burst. 

Why was it that when she heard Granny ramble on about witchcraft she longed for the cutting magic of wizardry, but whenever she heard Treatle speak in his high-pitched voice she would fight to the death for witchcraft? 

She’d be both, or none at all. And the more they intended to stop her, the more she wanted it. 

She’d be a witch and a wizard too. And she would show them. 

Equal Rites, Terry Pratchett

#esk #equal rites #discworld #terry pratchett

[modstin]

Discworld Project 3

Equal Rites

Equal Rites is a bit of a stumble for some folks. It's technically the start of the witches series, but a lot of folks put it down to the 'old discworld weirdness' and recommend Wyrd Sisters instead. But I see a lot of value in this novel.

I'll say it straight out, Eskarina Smith is WONDERFUL. She is, bar none, my favorite Discworld character, most certainly my favorite Discworld Protagonist. She's funny, adorable, and entertaining from the first moment you meet her to the moment she says her final word. I love her.

The book's focus on her learning to become a witch, showing her wizarding tendencies in both magic and behavior is so very flavorful, and as her magic grows you see more of her character expressed in the things she doesn't *actively* do, but passively does with her magic.

The adventure she has to get to Ankh Morpork is a treat. I love all of the characters she meets along the way. Treatle is perfectly up his own ass, Simon is kind but misguided, the Zoon are an absolute treat (if somewhat problematic in how they're described). And the whole bit with the broom is hilarious.

Granny Weatherwax, in her debut role, is not particularly fleshed out yet. She's not the all-powerful mind bending witch we see later, but a bit rough around the edges, and, at points, too passive or too weird or not right. It works for this novel though.

The whole of it is just enjoyable, exciting, funny, and so cute. A really good start to the witches series.

And then the third act starts.

Some people say this book is just not up to snuff with the rest of the series. I disagree with them! I think it's a fantastic novel, which throws itself off a cliff for no reason the moment Esk gets to Ankh Morpork.

The wizards? Infuriating. Awful. Granny? An absolute pushover, annoyingly passive especially to Cutangle. Simon? He's good in the first scene he's in, and proves to have as much chemistry with Esk in the third act as Oil and Water. He's awful to her, and she falls in love with him? It's ridiculous.

And then, it ends, and none of it even matters. Esk is brought up, perhaps, once in the entire series after this. Everything about this adventure was meaningless and doesn't affect anything about the Wizards going forward.

The way Esk fawns over Simon and how Granny even slightly falls for Cutangle's shtick (despite him continuously being just the absolute worst) undermines everything the book had set up thus far, and the ending leaves a sour taste in my mouth.

There are very few portions of Discworld I hesitate to read, portions that actively upset me. But lord all mighty it took me a DAY to get through the third act because I enjoyed it that little. The book would be an A if it had a serviceable third act, it'd be an S to me if it was a good ending, maybe even my favorite if it was a VERY good ending. But the third act of this book, and its impact on the series (that being: none whatsoever) forces me to give it a C on the whole. I ADORE Esk, and I LOVE the first two thirds of this book, but. Yeah.

Eskarina Smith, I will remember you always...

I give Equal Rites a C

#eskarina smith #esk #discworld #equal rites #granny weatherwax #simon discworld #gnu terry pratchett #discworld witches

[aibidil]

"Why was it that when she heard Granny ramble on about witchcraft she longed for the cutting magic of wizardry, but whenever she heard Treatle speak in his highpitched voice she would fight to the death for witchcraft? She’d be both, or none at all. And the more they intended to stop her, the more she wanted it.

She’d be a witch and a wizard too. And she would show them."

—Terry Pratchett, Equal Rites

#terry pratchett

[csmarketplaceholder]

Selling Stygian items under the table since im leaving the group, some things are account bound but i have a Treatling CYO I think i can transfer once it's designed and uploaded! Put a comment or like on this post and i will DM with my stock of ideas and CYO

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#cs:selling #cs:currency #myo #cs:stygians #18/10

[csmeaner]

(Stygians) Lmaooo anon I hate Treatlings so fucking much too because they're literally just kemonomimis but with their animal traits fucking locked behind subspecies rarities. Want bunny ears? You have to have an uncommon Rabbit Forest Child Treatling. Want bat wings instead of feathered wings? You need a restricted Trickster Treatling. You want your character to have a weapon at all? Weapons are exclusive to specific subspecies, right down to the type of weapon (axe, sword, dagger)

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surprised it doesn't cost you in-game currency just to log onto the site with how much they fucking nickel and dime you

#stygians

[stygianleaks]

In case anyone want to read my Stygian writing too. I accept constructive criticism.

It was over. Vanilla continued to cry as Night King forced her legs apart, resting his equine penis onto Vanilla's abdomen and letting it grow erect. Soon it pressed up against Vanilla’s pussy. The Treatling was terrified. Running would be useless. “Please, please no.. You're fucking cruel, you can’t do this! Get that thing away from me!”

And then it happened. She was screaming due to the pain of him just forcing his cock inside of her with no warning. She was in pain from the Stygian just forcing his cock inside of her cunt. She wasn’t prepared. Vanilla continued to whimper as blood started to coat the Legendary’s meat stick.

Night King found it very fun to watch the Treatling cry because she didn’t know how to handle a deer’s cock. Vanilla continued to cry as the Stygian continued to thrust inside of her pussy, wanting to make sure that he made sure that he was defiling the queen properly.

Her tight, virginal cunt was everything that Night King loved in a female; the pressure was heaven as she clenched around him, her pussy fluttering in time with the worthless struggles of her body against his larger deer body. The Treatling’s voice broke in a wordless sob as he thundered his way in and Night King could easily read a struggle to stay put together in her eyes. She would remember this moment forever.

He’s going to break me. Vanilla thought as she whimpered, wanting the Stygian to give her a break but knowing that he wasn’t going to. After all, the deer was determined to teach her a lesson. He dug a hoof into her already bruised shoulder. Night King pounded in until his fur kissed up against her outer lips.

She’d managed to take his entire hugeness—what a champ. He was so big, and she so dainty, that his cock was visible as a bulge that distended her stomach with each thrust.

And she came, sobbing, and he jetted into her not long after. This marked the official Treatling defeat in the war of Dream and Nightmares.

#sfw

[csmean]

Awww what’s wrong mushy? Don’t like it when people are rude and bitchy to you on your blog all about being rude and bitchy? Go gobble the stygian mods dicks a little harder ♥️ I’m sure they care about you for more than just your wallet for sure

Y'all can be rude all you want, I really don't care. I don't know what you hope to accomplish, but you can keep sending this shit in until someone complains or I get tired of reading the same messages over and over.

I have my eye on one of the treatlings, so outta my way gayboy I'm boutta get it.

[malazansapper]

“I look at it all like this,” he said. “Before I heard him talk, I was like everyone else. You know what I mean? I was confused and uncertain about all the little details of life. But now,” he brightened up, “while I’m still confused and uncertain it’s on a much higher plane, d’you see, and at least I know I’m bewildered about the really fundamental and important facts of the universe.”

Treatle nodded. “I hadn’t looked at it like that,” he said, “but you’re absolutely right. He’s really pushed back the boundaries of ignorance. There’s so much about the universe we don’t know.”

They both savored the strange warm glow of being much more ignorant than ordinary people, who were ignorant of only ordinary things.

Equal Rites by Terry Pratchett

#equal rites #terry pratchett #treatle

[fast-n-bad]

Bamboo Shoot Village

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#drawing #doodle #bamboo shoot village #box art #chocolate #snacks #treatles #bamboo #cardboard

[picopepin]

Recent freebie ML render I finished!! It was a pleasure working with you Star :D I feel a lot more confident about my materials these days, so its like seeing my TiH renders in HD lol

#myart #others ocs #stygians #treatling

[petalbirdie]

Ignoring that I haven't done a stygian quest in way too long, here's Wicke being absolutely feral and fishing by bashing his face into the waves and emerging with a floresce. Inspiration for the pose and concept came from this post Wicke and this artwork belong to me. Don't use them without my permission. The Stygian/Treatling closed species belongs to Zoomutt. Don't make one without permission.

#stygian-shade #treatling #closed species #shitpost #meme redraw

[vanilkaplays]

“I have nothing but the highest respect for women,” said Treatle, who hadn't noticed the fresh edge to Esk's tone. “They are without parallel when, when-”

“For having babies and so forth?”

“There is that, yes,” the wizard conceded generously. “But they can be a little unsettling at times. A little too excitable. High magic requires great clarity of thought, you see, and women's talents do not lie in that direction. Their brains tend to overheat. I am sorry to say there is only one door into wizardry and that is the main gate at Unseen University and no woman has ever passed through it.”

“Tell me,” said Esk, “what good is high magic, exactly?”

Treatle smiled at her.

“High magic, my child,” he said, “can give us everything we want.”

“Oh.”

“So put all this wizard nonsense out of your head, all right?” Treatle gave her a benevolent smile. “What is your name, child?”

“Eskarina. ”

“And why do you go to Ankh, my dear?”

“I thought I might seek my fortune,” muttered Esk, “but I think perhaps girls don't have fortunes to seek. Are you sure wizards give people what they want?”

“Of course. That is what high magic is for.”

“I see.”

The whole caravan was travelling only a little faster than walking pace. Esk jumped down, pulled the staff from its temporary hiding place among the bags and pails on the side of the wagon, and ran back along the line of carts and animals. Through her tears she caught a glimpse of Simon peering from the back of the wagon, an open book in his hands. He gave her a puzzled smile and started to say something, but she ran on and veered off the track.

Scrubby whinbushes scratched her legs as she scrambled up a clay bank and then she was running free across a barren plateau, hemmed in by the orange cliffs.

She didn't stop until she was good and lost but the anger still burned brightly. She had been angry before, but never like this; normally anger was like the red flame you got when the forge was first lit, all glow and sparks, but this anger was different - it had the bellows behind it, and had narrowed to the tiny blue-white flame that cuts iron.

It made her body tingle. She had to do something about it or burst.

Why was it that when she heard Granny ramble on about witchcraft she longed for the cutting magic of wizardry, but whenever she heard Treatle speak in his high-pitched voice she would fight to the death for witchcraft? She'd be both, or none at all. And the more they intended to stop her, the more she wanted it.

She'd be a witch and a wizard too. And she would show them.

- Equal Rites by Terry Pratchett

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I thought the books were supposed to be funny, so why I am crying? 😭

#Discworld #Equal Rites #Terry Pratchett

[la-niolue]

Why was it that when she heard Granny ramble on about witchcraft she longed for the cutting magic of wizardry, but whenever she heard Treatle speak in his high-pitched voice she would fight to the death for witchcraft? She’d be both, or none at all. And the more they intended to stop her, the more she wanted it.

She’d be a witch and a wizard too. And she would show them.

— Equal Rites

#gnu terry pratchett #discworld #quote #equal rites