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savethegrishaverse · 3 months

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Milo the Goat is actually Morotzova, and I can prove it

UPDATE: SO I may have been misguded a tad. Illya is in fact Baghra's DAD not her husband so...

Okay so we know Morozova dies - gets split in half, it’s all sad, it’s in the Lives of Saints I think. So Morozova the man is dead, right? But his whole story is about bringing the dead back.

And we know Sankta Lizbeta dies as well in her Saint Story and her blood is why roses are red.

BUT in Season 2 we see her as a bee in reference to when Zoya will meet her officially later,

And now I’m thinking…

So Kaz finds a goat in Os Kervo. A random goat named “Milo”

The goat ends up being Jesper’s emotional support goat

And while Jesper is holding him, he performs an unbelievable feat of fabrikation to save their lives.

We know the Morozova line are all amplifiers

We know Jesper is a Grisha, who would benefit from the effects of amplification AND we know Kaz is NOT Grisha, which would explain why he assumes the goat is normal.

Jesper says a heartfelt goodbye to Milo, and gifts him a bullet necklace to remember him by.

Later, at the Military camp where Mal and Alina are being held captive by the Darkling, Milo sees Mal.

Somehow the goat happens to mosey over (after no doubt hearing the juicy gossip the Darkling and Mal were shouting at each other moments before) and Mal happens to be able to use the bullet to break free, thus in turn starting the chain of events that ends with the main crew breaking out of the Darkling’s control.

Knowing that Mal is the firebird and therefore also from the Morozova line, it’d make sense why Milo (who is Morozova) would help him. This would also explain why Milo isn’t in season two, as he’s terrified of coming across his daughter Baghra because she would 100% chew his ass out for hanging around as a goat when he should be helping to reign in his emo grandson. To be fair his emo grandson and said grandson’s ex-girlfriend/ex-grooming victim have been killing off Milo’s amplifier friends so like… I dunno, maybe he’s grieving. So he obviously fled across the fold when everyone was distracted fighting and is now happily chilling in Os Alta waiting for his wife and daughter to reincarnate again like he did.

please don't take any of this seriously, I am on pain medication.

Also thank you @sleepyzenpanda for pointing out my mistake you're a Saint 🫰

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nikethestatue · 8 months

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So I was arguing with someone yesterday who came on my blog and decided to throw it down (a big fat LOL) and then immediately blocked me when things didn't go their way.

In a nutshell, the argument was about Lucien and Vassa, how they are both much more suited with their aesthetics--fox and bird, (unlike fawn and fox, which are...weird) both fire related, etc. but then I started thinking further.

I found it curious that Vassa is related to both of Lucien's parents' powers and even physical attributes.

She is a bird of Fire, and Lucien's mother's power is related to fire. Of course the Autumn Court men have all that fire inside of them, as we found out.

But what's more interesting is that Vassa has the same characteristics in her bird form as Helion's beast. His beast form is described as a creature of gold feathers, shredding claws and feathered wings.

Her firebird form is described as "fast as a shooting star, red and gold and white— vibrant as molten metal, trailing sparks and embers across the waves. Burning as hot and furious as the heart of a forge." When her time to turn into a firebird comes near, her eyes appear to have flames in them. (ACOTAR WIKI)

I can't believe that this would be a coincidence that a spelled Firebird heavily associated with fire, is now living with Lucien, who is the son of spellcleaver, whose beast form resembles a feathered bird with golden wings, and Lady of Autumn, whose power is fire-related.

And then there is the totally random Elain, who 'stepped out of the shadow' and who likes flowers and has zero association and commonality with Lucien or anything related to him.

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firebirdsdaughter · 23 days

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Realised I never heard how Donbrothers ended, so looked it up and…

… Yeah. Glad I dropped it. Not my cup of tea at all.

#Firebird Randomness #I'm gonna back away slowly from the people claiming Inoue is suited to Sentai #thanks gods they sensibly put it in the ymmv #bc I strongly disagree #from what I've seen this was a downgrade from a really wonderful feel good Sentai like Zenkaiger #which don't get me wrong had it's issues #Stacey ground the whole show to a halt several times #Zox was painfully out of focus #same w/ Zyuran by the end #but it was great fun and #well I didn't want to throttle any of the characters by the end #sigh #Western toku fans I will never understand ye

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elrielmoments · 4 months

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Before I ask this I am 110% an Elriel fan. I will be genuinely upset if she goes anywhere but Elriel. Anyway:

I try and think of possible plots for ACOTAR 5, and sometimes it's ways that Elucien or Gwynriel can happen that will make sense. I have a a fear for ACOTAR 5/CC3, and that's time jump.

Stay with me. What if Azriel goes with Bryce to Midgard, helps her there quick, and returns to Pryanthian and 5+ years have gone by. I think this is possible because he is the one that owns Truth Teller, and we don't know how time works across the different worlds. Think about it, Nyx would have more to do than just baby, relationships can have progressed forward without it seeming rushed. This also leaves room for Elain slowly became interested in Lucien over the years without Az. What if Az comes back, Elain is with Lucien, and he finds comfort and love with Gwyn?

I don't think we're getting answers in CC3, but my question is, why insert Gwyn into the story? Why have her around in the bonus chapter?

I can poke holes in this, but it also works. Elain still makes her choice, troves can still be found, Az would hit another low to build up around. I'm not 100% sold on this, but it is a possibility.

What do you think?

What SJM said about ACOWAR and ACOFAS:

SJM said years ago that the upcoming couples for the spinoff books (ACOSF and ACOTAR 5) were foreshadowed in ACOWAR and ACOFAS, which clearly show and foreshadow Nessian and Elriel.

Legends that SJM is telling in the ACOTAR Series:

SJM said in 2015 that she is retelling Firebird Legend where a guy (Lucien) saves Vasilisa from Koschei and has three winged males (Rhysand, Cassian and Azriel) end up with three sisters (Feyre, Nesta and Elain).

Gwyn being in Azriel’s bonus chapter:

The reason why Gwyn was in Azriel’s bonus chapter was to hint at Gwyn being a Lightsinger (which is not a good thing). Lightsingers are described to be evil beings who lure you in. Azriel’s shadows danced with Gwyns breath because they were reacting to her power. Nesta reacted to Gwyn’s power in a similar way in ACOSF. SJM also had a pinterest board showing images of a water nymph from a legend that lures people in.

SJM’s Elriel Pinterest board:

SJM had a Pinterest board of images that resemble Elain and Azriel together that show retellings of Blodeuwedd legend (which makes sense for Elain and Azriel to end up together) as well as Sleeping Beauty (which also makes sense that Elain and Azriel end up together).

Some random thoughts:

Azriel and Elain have had insane chemistry since they first met and have feelings for each other that have only grown more and more strong throughout each book. I don’t think SJM would ignore 4 whole books, a novella and a bonus chapter of Elain and Azriel liking each other to pair them with other people. That doesn’t make sense and would be terrible writing.

When Feyre and Mor were in the cabin, Mor painted three winged males on the wall with three females all with similar hair (Feyre, Nesta and Elain).

There is a HUGE sequence of the number 3 throughout the entire series. 3 mountain peaks, 3 winged males, 3 sisters, 3 troves, 3 friends in each friend group etc.

The cauldron was questioned TWICE. Once by Feyre and once by Azriel in his bonus chapter. That was not stated for nothing.

Azriel didn’t care at all when Gwyn was taken into the blood rite with Nesta and Emerie. He simply only cared about finding and questioning Eris. However, when Elain was taken in ACOWAR, Azriel stopped at NOTHING to get her back. Even when Nesta told him that he would die, he didn’t care. He was going to get Elain back to safety no matter what and no one was going to talk him out of it. He was also the only one who noticed Elain was missing.

Elain is SEVERLY uncomfortable around Lucien and Lucien also doesn’t like being around Elain. Feyre even notes how Elain loses her boldness when Lucien is around and how Elain shrinks in on herself. Whereas, with Azriel, Elain is comfortable, happy and bold.

SJM also said it was obvious with who’s book is next. The only one that is obvious and the only one that makes sense is Elain and Azriel. Acomaf, Acowar, Acofas and Acosf are FULL of Elain and Azriel having feelings for each other and having romantic moments.

(If anyone wants to add anything in the comments please feel free too)

#elriel #pro elriel #elriel supremacy #elriel endgame #elain x azriel #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf

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classical-music-suites-bracket · 5 months

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The Round 1 Draw is here!

The top left:

Sleeping Beauty Suite vs Bye

Le tombeau de Couperin vs Suite in Old Style

Holberg Suite vs Lemminkäinen Suite

Caucasian Sketches Suite no. 1 vs Suite for Solo Viola

The Golden Mountains vs Carmen Suite no. 2

Lincolnshire Posy vs Der Rosenkavalier Suite

American Suite vs Cello Suite in G Major

Pictures at an Exhibition vs Children's Corner Suite

The bottom left:

Livre de Guitarre dédie au roy, Suite no. 3 in D Minor vs Bye

Suite Española no. 1 vs Masquerade Suite

Lieutenant Kije Suite vs Peer Gynt Suite no. 1

A Time There Was vs Papillons Suite

Violin Partita no. 2 vs Jazz Suite no. 2

The Gadfly Suite vs Suite for Recorder and Strings

Keyboard Partita no. 2 vs Appalachian Spring

The Planets Suite vs Bye

The top right:

Suite from Hamlet vs Bye

English Folk Song Suite vs Mother Goose Suite

Orchestral Suite no. 3 in D vs St Paul's Suite

The Firebird Suite vs Symphonic Dances

Romeo and Juliet Suite No. 2 vs Dance Suite

Giselle Ballet Suite vs Keyboard Partita no. 6

First Suite in E-flat for Military Band vs Magnificant in Bb Major

The Nutcracker Suite vs Violin Partita no. 3

The bottom right:

Peter and the Wolf vs Bye

Má Vlast vs Swan Lake Suite

Scheherazade vs The Carnival of the Animals

Petrushka Suite vs Danish Folk Music Suite

Mountain Roads vs Second Suite in F for Military Band

Dances in the Canebrakes vs A Moorside Suite

Daphnis et Chloe Suite no. 2 vs L’Arlésienne Suite no. 2

Capriccio Espagnol vs Bye

Please note all of these matches (including byes) were randomly allocated using a random number generator and I will not be making any changes. I will post 1 poll per day starting from 12:00 am GMT time on the 1st of December (in 24 hours time at time of posting), with each poll lasting for a week to give everyone time to listen to each submission.

#classical music suites bracket #classical music #round 1 draw #polls starting soon

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coneyislandbabey · 11 months

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prologue; bug spray and bonfires and booze. -> w.rojas

WARNINGS: alcohol, cursing

SYNOPSIS: This is the prologue to the Camp Wawayanda Lake series! You arrive at camp and reunite with old friends. There's a drunken bonfire, and Warren is suddenly, distractingly beautiful. word count: 2,079

NOTES: I'm so psyched for you guys to read this series! it feels like the perfect thing to write as summer comes in. I hope you love it! check out the official series playlist on spotify!

“Fuck! What did I do with my bug spray,” you muttered, sifting through the growing pile of random crap amassing on your bedroom floor. It was an amalgamation of stuff you had half-unpacked from college during the few days you’d been home, and stuff you’d been gathering to pack up for the summer. Daisy and Simone were due to pick you up any time now, and your duffel bag of summer camp essentials was still only half packed.

“I can’t believe you’re already off again,” your mother said, suddenly materializing in the doorframe of your bedroom. She maneuvered through the mess to drop a can of bug spray in your open bag, and you shot her a grateful smile.

“C’mon, mom, do you really want me moping around the house all summer, eating all your food?” you asked with a laugh. You spotted your sunscreen partially buried under a mound of sweatshirts from college, and tucked it away in your bag.

“Actually, yes, I wouldn’t mind it,” she responded indignantly.

“I know, mamma,” you said, standing up to press a kiss to her cheek. “But you know I wouldn’t miss a Wawayanda Lake summer for all the world.”

“I know, I know. Don’t forget to say hi to Uncle Rod for me, alright?”

“Of course,” you waved a hand dismissively. “And Teddy, too.”

“Very good,” she poked your nose. “Don’t forget to pack your shower stuff.”

“Shit! That’s what I’m missing,” you huffed, tottering through the mess in your room and out to the hall closet, where the bottles of shampoo, conditioner, and soap you had bought specifically to bring to camp were waiting for you. As you made your way back to your bag, a car horn sounded from the street below. You unceremoniously dropped the bottles in your hands, making a beeline for the window. A cherry red Firebird was parked at the curb, Daisy’s familiar flaming head emerging from the driver’s side door.

“Gotta go,” you announced to your mom, hastily zipping up your still-open duffel and throwing both of your bags over your shoulder.

“Did you pack everything you need?”

“Guess I’ll find out! Bye mom, love you,” you grinned, dragging her into a quick hug before shooting down the stairs and out the front door.

“My girl!” Daisy called as you emerged, throwing her arms wide as you emerged. You trotted down the driveway, dropping your bags on the sidewalk to launch yourself at her.

“My hazy Daisy,” you grinned, arms still locked around her neck. “I missed you so much.”

“You don’t even know the half of it.”

“Where’s my Simone?”

“Asleep in the passenger seat,” Daisy rolled her eyes. “Better not wake her when you get in. She almost bit my head off when I picked her up earlier.”

You laughed, ducking down to glimpse Simone’s sleeping form in the car. “She’s always so grumpy when she’s tired.”

Daisy hoisted up one of your bags and you took the other, opening the back door and shoving them across the bench seat before climbing inside yourself. Daisy resituated herself in the driver’s seat, shooting you a grin through the rearview mirror.

“Ready for another Wawayanda summer?” she asked.

“I always am.”

The ride up to Camp Wawayanda Lake was several hours, and you spent every minute with your head leaning against the open window, feeling the wind rush across your skin, singing along to the music blaring out of the radio. You watched as crowded suburbia turned into rural towns, as flat stretches of field turned into the winding road up into the mountains straddling the border of New Jersey and New York. With each mile that you traversed, you grew more excited at the prospect of everything this summer would bring.

Undoubtedly, your closest friends in the world were those you had met at Wawayanda Lake. Some, like Daisy and Simone, you had met when you were children, attending summer camp together. The others, like Karen and Eddie, you had only met once you had all started working as counselors together back when you were sixteen. After days, it had felt like you’d known each other for years; never in your life did you connect with anyone that fast– even your college friendships paled in comparison. A part of you thought that Wawayanda Lake had to be magic in some way, the perfect conditions of summer sun and woodland isolation leading to you forging the most important relationships of your life.

“We’ve arrived!” Simone shouted, breaking you out of your reverie. You shifted to look through the front windshield, catching a glimpse of the ancient wooden sign bearing ‘WAWAYANDA’ in faded white letters. A few minutes later, Daisy parked alongside a small group of other cars in front of the welcome building.

“Looks like we’re the last to arrive,” you noted as you climbed out of the car, pausing to stretch your stiff limbs.

“Yeah, we’re technically a little late,” Simone said, glancing down at her watch.

“We’ll be fine, Roddy never gets mad at his little niece,” Daisy said, pinching your cheek as she walked past. You rolled your eyes at the gesture, following her and Simone up the front steps of the welcome building.

Sure enough, everyone else was already milling around the main room, catching up with one another. You spotted Uncle Rod close to the door, back turned to you as he chatted with Teddy, and bounded over, scaring the shit out of him when you tackled him from behind in a hug.

“Jesus fuck, kid,” he said, after realizing who it was who had accosted him.

“Hello to you, too, Uncle Rod,” you grinned, detaching yourself from him in order to hug Teddy as well. “Mom says hello to you both.”

“How is she these days?” Teddy asked, while in the background Rod muttered something about you nearly giving him a genuine heart attack.

“Jealous that you two get to spend so much time with me,” you answered. “I’m very much in demand, you see.”

“Of course you are,” Teddy chuckled.

“Speaking of which, I’ve got places to be and people to see. I’ll talk to you guys later,” you winked at Teddy, hugged a still-grumbling Rod, and turned to your friends.

“There she is!” Eddie said, the first to see you making your way towards everyone. He maneuvered around Karen and Graham to squeeze you in a hug so tight that it lifted you off of your feet.

“Roundtree, wonderful to see you again,” you grinned, patting his cheek when he finally placed you back down on the floor. The next to reach you was Camila, whose hair was impossibly longer than the last time you’d seen her. You were enveloped in her familiar, comforting vanilla scent when she hugged you, a scent that could rocket you right back into memories of every previous summer of your life spent in this little stretch of woods. You made your way through Karen, Graham, and Billy as well, before looking around the room in confusion.

“Where’s–” you started to ask, turning in a circle. You were cut off by the curly-haired boy you were seeking coming around the corner, grinning and already making a beeline towards you.

“Warren!” you shouted happily, closing the distance between the two of you and launching yourself at him for a hug, completely trusting that he would catch you. His strong arms encircled your waist, clinging tightly as he spun you around in a circle.

“There you are, angel,” he said, and you could hear the smile in his voice. “I was wondering when you’d get here.”

“Manage to pass all your classes this year?” you asked, and Warren rolled his eyes fondly. You had teased him all of last summer for failing his writing requirement first semester because he slept through every class, having to retake the following semester.

“Yes, mom,” he returned. “I learned my lesson and stopped scheduling classes before noon.”

“I don’t understand you, Rojas. You wake up before eight in the morning every day when we’re here, but you couldn’t manage a ten-thirty class?”

“Well, I don’t get to look forward to seeing you every day when I’m at Penn State, do I?”

You rolled your eyes, smacking him on the chest and ducking your head to ward away the blush warming your cheeks. That only made it worse, when your hand made contact with the hard expanse of muscle that was Warren’s chest. You took a step back, taking him in as he told you about something stupid his college roommate had done.

Warren had always been something to look at, even when you met at sixteen and he was scrawny and growing like a weed, but something had happened over the last year. It was like he turned twenty and his body said got it, we have to look ridiculously beautiful and grown up now. His hair was longer than usual, his curls deep black and shiny and unruly as usual. He must have started hitting the gym or something, too, because the way his t-shirt stretched tightly over his chest, arms bulging strong and tan from the sleeves, was almost lewd.

Fuck, you thought. Every preceding summer, you had been able to convince yourself that you didn’t like Warren than anything more than a friend. Anyone can appreciate eye candy, right? At least, that’s what you told yourself when your gaze lingered too long on his bare chest when he was on lifeguard duty at the lake. You had a feeling you weren’t going to be able to lie to yourself like that this summer. And that meant you were totally fucked.

Night came quickly after a long afternoon of running orientation for the crop of new, baby-faced sixteen year old counselors. As you walked them through the camp and explained their responsibilities, you marveled at how you possibly ever looked so young.

Now was the time for fun. You all had exactly two days to yourself before the kids arrived: days that were meant for setting up the camp and making sure everything was in working order. But those nights, they were just for you. And like any adolescents alone in the middle of the woods, you spent them getting drunk around the bonfire. Rod and Teddy turned a blind eye to your antics, hoping you could get most of it out of your system before about a hundred children became your responsibility for the rest of the summer.

The bonfire was already raging, reaching warm, orange fingers up toward the star-scattered sky. Counselors new and old (when did you get to be on the old end of things? Where had all the time gone?) gathered around, drinking a truly disgusting mix of whiskey and several other things that you didn’t want to know; Eddie’s invention, of course.

You sat on one of the benches, at that giddy sweet spot of drunkenness where everything was warm and hilarious and you weren’t hammered yet. Camila was trying to teach Eddie and Graham an old Girl Scouts song– really, kind of morbid, about the Titanic– and you couldn’t stop laughing over the fact that they were so drunk they couldn’t sing a single note on key.

“I would knock them both out of the water if I tried to sing it,” Warren said, dropping down to sit next to you.

“Oh? So let’s hear it, then,” you said, raising an eyebrow.

“Can’t embarrass them like that,” Warren shrugged faux-apologetically, sending you into another fit of drunken laughter.

As you quieted down, Warren bumped his shoulder against yours. “I missed you a lot this year.” The soft, low tone of his voice had an instant calming, sobering effect on you.

“I missed you, too, War,” you said, turning to smile at him. Your breath caught in your throat at the way the firelight danced across his face, reflecting brightly off the sheen of his curls and brightening his eyes so much that it looked like the light was spilling out of him, not the fire. For the second time that day, you were confronted with how incredibly beautiful he was.

“We better make the most of this summer, then,” he said.

You hummed your agreement. “If we do, maybe we won’t have to miss each other so much.”

“Lost cause,” Warren said, waving a hand dismissively. “I always miss you if you’re not right next to me.”

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negative-speedforce · 6 days

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Headcanon: HYDRA's trained Kayla to have knowledge in a lot of different languages (for use on missions), which leads to people around her being extremely shocked to see the buff white girl speaking fluent Japanese to the woman running a booth at the craft fair, Spanish at the little bodega on the corner, Arabic at her favorite family-owned falafel restaurant, etc..

(she also swears in every language under the sun, seemingly at random, when she gets upset)

Omg I've never thought about this but this is canon now, I've decided. Yelena says something snarky in Russian and Kayla replies fluently like she was born in Moscow "I heard that.". And then after she's escaped and she's living at peace away from HYDRA she just relishes in being able to communicate with so many people, especially since she was isolated for so many years, both in her covert work, since she couldn't trust anyone, and as Firebird.

#ask revan #oc shit #kayla pierce-addams #practically-an-x-man

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nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos · 2 months

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Taking a brief break from her history, some random facts.

Her full name, with her epitaph, is Hercinia "Firebird" Wren, due in no small part to her knowledge of explosives and flammable.

She's 5'9" (175 cm) tall.

Her culinary specialties are seafood, what would constitute "Mediterranean" in our own world, fusion dishes, and mixology. She's apt to gag if you put a greasy burger in front of her.

She has a strong enough sense of smell that she can discern most herbs and spices in nearly any dish you put in front of her; consequently, she has trouble stomaching particularly pungent smells, and thus isn't a fan of working with ingredients like vinegar and certain varieties of cheese.

Having worked at her parents' bistro since she was old enough to bus tables and take orders from customers, she's learned everything there is to know about the industry, thus also possessing strength in both charisma and business.

While she dislikes men on the whole, she still prefers their company to most women, if only because she finds men more predictable and easier to bend to her will. She's only ever met three men that she legitimately trusted, and halfway resents them for giving her any hope.

#my art #my ocs #wip #one piece oc #original character #art #wren

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theladyofbloodshed · 1 year

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So, I have a question. I am planning a new series with following a certain mythology. I know a lot of readers drag sjm through the mud about stealing names from mythologies (including myself), like the names of gods/goddess & places, and not coming up with none on her own.

How should I combat that?

Is it a tad bit better to come up with all new names and places but keep the mythology lore?

I am trying to avoid being like sjm. (Also, I am asking a bunch of other tumblrs this question so you might see it around).

Long post incoming...

I think the issue with some of sjm's mythology is that she rips it away from certain cultures and then does nothing with it or warps it to the point where she should have just invented her own name e.g. Morrigan is famous in Irish folklore as three sisters (who are also all the same goddess) who is associated with war, she can be seen washing the armour of soldiers who will die that day. She's also famous for trying to seduce/end Cuchulainn who was battling Queen Maeve. There is no way sjm just came up with the name, because there are some similarities with acotar mor... but then we've never actually seen her power in 5 books.

She just takes random bits from lots of different cultures. Acotar was supposedly inspired by Outlander which is set in Scotland. The Ballad of Tam Lin is also Scottish (but acotar really is not similar to it). We have Rhys/Amren/Nuala/Cerridwen which are all Welsh names. But then I've seen people interpret Nuala and Cerridwen as POC because sjm is so vague (not to say welsh people cannot be poc, but the clothing they - and feyre - first wear is more like Jasmine from aladdin). Morrigan is Irish. Azriel is Hebrew. Cassian is Latin. Nesta is Welsh. Elain is Welsh. Eris is Greek. Lucien is French. Puca are celtic. The bogge comes from old english for the bogeyman. The Weaver is based on strzyga which are slavic. Baba Yellowlegs is a rip off of baba yaga also from slavic folklore. Koschei is also a slavic legend along with the Firebird. Heck, just look at the Slovenian flag and you'll see three mountains with three stars above it. I've seen people theorise that Thurr is CC is like Thor and CC will be the norse ragnarok.

Calan Mai is a Welsh festival and the acotar version is a bastardisation of it. Fires are lit to ward off spirits and banish disease the night before. On the day, farmers traditionally took their animals out to pastures and singing/drinking happened to give thanks for a good season. A May Queen and King would be crowned and the village green opened. SJM took Calan Mai from welsh traditions and turned it into a giant orgy (of course). Thunderbirds are important to Native American mythology and sjm has just taken that yet again for a character. I've only read cc2 once but I feel like there was no description of Sofie whatsoever.

It's not wrong to borrow from mythologies and folklore. These stories have existed for thousands of years for a reason. My issue is the strange amalgamation of shoving so many together and snipping only the "nice" bits e.g. the Morrigan can transform into an eel and she loses an eye at one point and transforms into an old woman. Sjm cant have ugly main characters!

I think try and be consistent with the mythologies e.g. don't mix lots of different ones together if you're using "real" names because I don't think they gel well - this is my friend Thor, his brother Apollo, and their friend Anubis. There are sooooo many mythology/folklore books out there. I have a whole shelf because I love it. There are also so many websites. Delve into less commonly known mythologies/stories. Alternatively, be inspired by them and come up with your own creations. Or, come up with your own lore in general :-)

Ultimately, you are telling the story you want to write. Do what is best for you!

#anon asks

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