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Day 3 of @peerpressureweek I got real excited about this one lads
Cultural differences and language barriers my beloveds <3
”Ender prince,” the particles that hovered on the edges of his vision whispered. ”We may have found a solution.”
“Have you now?” he muttered, voice pitched low and distracted as he surveyed The End. The dragon was still keeping the main portal locked away beneath her wings, stranding thousands if not tens of thousands in the Nether and the Overworld. Only Ranboo, being the prince, and a handful of other particularly powerful Endermen could make the jump without the portal open. Well. Most Endermen could make the jump out. It was making the jump back in that posed the problem.
More than that, she thought herself a tyrant, making demands none of them could deny, for her overwhelming strength. She ate too much. Stored too much of her energy in those deadly crystals, the ones that none could break without risking damage to their Pearls. Even if they could somehow band together and wound her, she’d just draw on those energy reserves to heal herself, and she’d scorch and eat them all long before they managed to bleed the crystals dry.
But a solution. That had Ranboo’s ear.
”In the Nether—” Ranboo pulled a face, which had the particles laughing at him immediately. He hated the Nether. ”Yes, in the Nether, our Ender prince. There is a Piglin king. He is strong. Stronger than the dragon. His bastion wants to expand, but a clade of Endermen block the Piglins’ path most violently."
Ranboo perked. “So I go, order the Endermen to back down, and tell the Piglin king that if he kills the dragon, they will leave his territory entirely.”
The particles made a pleasant hum. They warned him again of danger, but yes. Ranboo knew. If he was strong enough to kill the dragon, he was more than strong enough to pose a serious threat to Ranboo’s life. Heck, if the particles were right, he’d might even be strong enough to kill the clade that blocked his path. Why didn’t he try? Ranboo had never heard of a Piglin being overly cautious.
Well, either way, Ranboo was thankful for it. Reincarnation might return the dead Endermen’s Pearls to The End, but nobody liked dying, and a peaceful, mutually beneficial resolution to the conflict was more than welcome. He donned his elytrian cloak, put chorus fruit and weapons in one shulker box, three diamonds in another, and closed his eyes and breathed.
Nether.
He opened his eyes, his Pearl thrumming behind his diaphragm, and scrunched his nose at the oppressive heat.
“I have arrived in the Nether; which way do I go?” he asked his particles, and they led him on a long and frankly confusing journey, during which he mentally recited what he was going to say. His path bottomed out in a stretch of warped biome, where he was promptly attacked by a hoglin. Okay, maybe he should’ve kept his weapons out, and only put them away after he’d reached the bastion. Shows of peace didn’t do him much good with wild animals.
But he dropped the hoglin carcass into the shulker box with the diamonds and called out for all Endermen in the area to come to him. Being their prince, they didn’t have much choice but to obey, though all seemed quite happy to see him.
“Are you alright?”
“Why are you here?”
“Are we able to go home yet?”
“Are we able to go home soon?”
“How can we help you?”
“What are you doing?”
Ranboo raised his hands, his tail flicking in a smile. “I am here to negotiate with the Piglin king that’s giving you trouble. Please refrain from attacking any Piglins unless they attack you first, at least until I say otherwise.”
All gathered Endermen bobbed their tails in a nod, and Ranboo flicked another smile at them. “Have any of you picked up blocks with gold in them? I hear Piglins like those; I can add them to my gift if you have any.”
So in the shulker Ranboo had three diamonds, a hoglin corpse, and two blocks of gold nuggets. Perfect gift, honestly. “I will return with the verdict. Stay away from the bastion for now.”
He warped to the bastion, the Piglin guards immediately on alert, but Ranboo made a show of dropping his weapons into his shulker, and then set the second shulker down between them.
“Please take this to your king. It is a gift from me. I would like to speak with him.” Nailed it.
They regarded him with open hostility and wariness, looking at his face (but Ranboo did not attack, despite their baiting him to do so). One guard kept a crossbow trained on him, the other tapped the box open like it might explode when he did. But, seemingly content with its contents, the guard nodded at the other with a grunt and took the box in.
Ranboo stayed right where he was, and he and the guard pointing the crossbow at him had an honestly wonderful interaction. The guard’s tail kept flicking and twitching, and so Ranboo flicked his own smiles back in kind. What a friendly guard! Ranboo was expecting them to be far more hostile, for their conflict with the nearby clade! How nice :).
The bastion’s main gate opened once more and a group of Piglins poured out, their king at their center. Ranboo certainly thought he was king, his hands had golden rings on nearly every finger, and his body language spoke of confidence.
“Piglin king,” Ranboo greeted, giving another friendly flick of his tail. Here’s hoping the king was as personable as the guard, whose tail was practically wagging, now.
“Enderman. I thank you for your gift. You wanted to speak with me?”
“My Pigspeak is rarely practiced. Forgive me if I misspeak.” Ough, Ranboo was pretty sure that was the word. Pigspeak was a tough language, their sentences structured differently than Voidtongue, but Ranboo wanted the dragon dead more than he wanted to avoid social interaction with a member of a different species in a language he barely knew. “I have a problem. You have a problem with my Endermen. I would like us to,” Ranboo’s tail lashed in a frown, searching for the right words.
“Make amends?”
His tail and ears flicked up. “Yes! Amends. I will help your problem with my Endermen. You will help with my problem.”
“Ah, workin’ together then.”
Another issue was that Ranboo had learned Pigspeak with Ender tutors. The accent was… rough, to translate around.
“Workin’ together, yes. Together amends?”
“Right.” The Piglin king’s eyes were sharp. “What are you proposin’?”
Ranboo’s tail lashed in another frown, his eyes pinched around the edges. “Workin’ together is easier if you do not staring at my face,” he hissed, and tried not to give in to his urge to deathcall about it. That would summon all the nearby Endermen, and he wanted to prevent a bloodbath, not start one.
“A Piglin looks his opponent in the eye,” stated the king.
“We are not opponent! We are together amends!” Ranboo all but shouted, and mercifully the eyes did leave his face, the king now looking amongst his entourage.
“We aren’t,” he thankfully agreed, his gaze now settled somewhere around Ranboo’s neck, which was a little intolerable but much better than his face. “Come inside. We can discuss this further privately.”
Ranboo strode forward and pretended that he was not bothered by being encased in blackstone and surrounded by Piglins. He was the prince. He could kill a Piglin easily enough, and teleport away when their numbers overpowered him. Even so, it was easier when he and the king settled into a small, clean, and well furnished room. Well. Small in terms of height, the size of the room was about average but Ranboo had to stoop.
“For Piglins, not makin’ eye contact means you’re a coward and a weaklin’. I couldn’t keep havin’ this conversation with you out front; I’d lose face.”
Ranboo desperately tried to keep up with his accent and the confusing terms he was using as he took his seat. “Your face… will be torn off you?” Ranboo asked. That seemed a dire consequence for not doing something that no reasonable species would ever do in the first place.
“Er, no. It means they’d stop respectin’ me as much.”
Then why not just say that? Ranboo huffed, his tail lashing with agitation, but he only let it lash once. He was being polite. Well mannered. He was ignoring that Piglins had some terminal fucking issue with not saying what they meant. No, no, rude thoughts, he was being polite he was being polite.
“Thank you for conversation with me in here,” he said instead, “I have asked my Endermen do not attacking your bastion already. They are waiting for me. If you help me, they are leaving here total.” Ranboo’s tail lashed with a frown. No, that wasn’t the right way to say that. “They are leaving here entire? Entire…”
“Entirely.”
“Leaving entirely.”
“And you’re some kind of big hotshot who can make that kinda call?”
Call? Hm. He supposed he had called them to him. “I am Ranboo, prince of The End.”
That seemed to give the Piglin king pause. He leaned back in his chair, and dipped his head. Ranboo was pretty sure that this was a sign of respect? Endermen’s heads didn’t really move much, except to look at things. It involved him removing his eyes from anywhere near Ranboo’s face, so he would go ahead and assume that meant it was a respectful gesture.
“I am Technoblade, king of this bastion. What do you need from me?”
“Slay the dragon.”
The Piglin king did not move for a very long moment. Ranboo was content to sit in the silence while his thoughts moved; such things were commonplace in Ender conversation.
“Heh?!”
Oh, maybe Ranboo had used the wrong word. “Kill? Kill the dragon. Dragon stop aliving.” No, wait, that wasn’t a word—right? Ranboo was pretty sure that was not actually a word.
“I, yeah, okay, I got that, actually, but you want me to?”
“Yes.”
“Can’t you, I don’t know, do it yourself?”
“No. You know the game Fruit, Seed, Stone?”
“I’m… not familiar, no.”
“Fruit defeats seed, because without fruit, seed does not have energy to grow. Seed defeats stone, because stone cracked open by seed–” he didn’t know the word for germinating in Pigspeak, “growing. Stone defeats fruit, it can… fruit open.” Ranboo mimicked the act of bashing a rock against a chorus fruit to open it. “Each weak to one opponent and strong to other.”
“And this is like that? The dragon’s strong against Endermen, but weak against Piglins?”
“Yes! You understand.”
Technoblade sighed and pushed his ringed fingers through his hair, head tilted back towards the low ceiling. “What happens if I don’t agree?”
Ranboo’s tail waved in a shrug. “My Endermen cannot leave. The dragon locked The End. She guards it. They cannot go home. I told my Endermen do not attacking your bastion. They will not. But they cannot leave.”
Technoblade’s head bobbed forwards and backwards, which was a very strange motion Ranboo couldn’t decipher in the slightest. “Right. But if I kill the dragon, that frees The End, and if I unlock The End, they’ll go home with you.”
“Yes.”
“And we can send our hunting parties out to forage mushrooms and kill hoglins that way without issue, once they’re gone.”
“Yes.”
“What makes Endermen so weak against the dragon, anyway? She stare at you too hard?”
“Fire,” Ranboo said, stone serious. “Her breath deadly to Piglins, yes, but her breath very deadly to Endermen. I can,” he mimicked bashing again, “Piglin with my hands until Piglin dead, but I cannot punch fire, and I cannot reach her when she flying.”
Technoblade huffed out a laugh, and sat forward again, extending a hand. “Fine. I play pest control for you, you get your people outta my backyard.”
Ranboo’s tail flicked in a smile at Technoblade’s outstretched hand, but he didn’t have any block to put in it. Oh well. He pulled up a block of the blackstone floor and placed it in Technoblade’s palm, happily leaving his own hands on the brick.
“Yes! I am happy you together amends with me.”
Technoblade laughed again, and set the blackstone back where Ranboo had pulled it up from. “Sounds good. But you gotta either let me teach you better Pigspeak, or teach me your language. Listenin’ to you talk is makin’ my ears bleed.”
Ranboo’s tail lashed with a concerned frown, his head dipping this way and that to examine the king’s ears.
“Er, ah, no, not literally bleedin’, it’s a figure of speech.”
Ah, more Piglin nonsense. “I will teach you Voidspeak, but you must saying what you are meaning.”
Technoblade snorted. “Fair enough. I look forward to workin’ with you, Ranboo.”
And Ranboo’s tail flicked with a smile as he agreed.
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ladysapphire928 · 7 months
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The chapter is a little long, but I finally got it done! That counts for something right? Anyways, enjoy more of Devina and Vil arguing and Rook trying to play mediator.
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newsmix443 · 2 months
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In the Race for Uttar Pradesh: The Impact of Owaisi-Apna Dal Faction Alliance
The battleground of Uttar Pradesh's Lok Sabha elections is heating up, with major players like the BJP-led NDA and the Samajwadi Party-Congress INDIA bloc gearing up for a fierce contest. However, amidst the political juggernauts, the emergence of a new 'front' comprising smaller parties, including AIMIM and Apna Dal (K), has the potential to reshape the state's political landscape.
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This newly formed alliance, named the 'PDM Nyay Morcha', aims to represent the marginalized sections of society, posing a direct challenge to the SP's PDA (Pichchde, Dalit, Alpsankhyak) pitch. Led by AIMIM chief Asaduddin Owaisi and Apna Dal (K) leader Pallavi Patel, the alliance aims to capitalize on the sentiments of the Muslim-Yadav vote bank, traditionally aligned with the SP.
The AIMIM, although a relatively new player in Uttar Pradesh politics, has shown signs of promise, particularly in urban local body elections. Similarly, Apna Dal (K), founded as a splinter group from the BSP, has struggled to establish itself but remains a formidable force, especially in certain constituencies.
Despite their individual challenges, the combined force of AIMIM and Apna Dal (K) could potentially sway the electoral outcomes, especially in constituencies where their vote shares exceed the winning margins. While they may not emerge as major players in terms of Lok Sabha seats, their impact on the electoral dynamics cannot be overlooked.
As the political landscape continues to evolve, all eyes will be on how this alliance shapes the electoral narrative and influences the outcomes in the upcoming Uttar Pradesh elections.
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currentmediasstuff · 2 months
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BJP Forges New Paths in Tamil Nadu Politics: Reaching Out to AIADMK Rebels
In the dynamic landscape of Tamil Nadu politics, recent developments have showcased the BJP’s strategic moves as it navigates alliances and seeks to strengthen its presence in the state. With the AIADMK firm on its decision not to return to the NDA fold, the BJP has pivoted its approach, opening channels of communication with rebel AIADMK leaders O Panneerselvam (OPS) and TTV Dhinakaran.
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For OPS and Dhinakaran, aligning with the NDA presents a potential avenue to rejuvenate their political careers. However, the BJP’s outreach raises questions about its objectives in forging new alliances.
The announcement from AIADMK chief Edappadi K Palaniswami reaffirming the party’s stance against reuniting with the BJP provided clarity for the national party. Following this, the BJP swiftly moved to engage with OPS and Dhinakaran, acknowledging their interest in collaboration.
OPS, who had been waiting for a decisive move from the BJP, resumed political activity in his hometown of Theni. Sources close to him revealed his disappointment with the BJP’s hesitance to extend an offer, especially amidst ongoing negotiations with the AIADMK.
The BJP’s message to OPS and Dhinakaran reportedly includes an invitation to share the stage with Prime Minister Narendra Modi during his upcoming visit to Tamil Nadu. This gesture signals the BJP’s willingness to integrate the rebel leaders into its fold, recognizing their potential to influence local politics.
For Dhinakaran, whose political journey has been fraught with challenges, joining the NDA offers a chance at redemption. Despite facing legal hurdles and setbacks, his association with the BJP could provide a platform to rebuild his political stature, particularly in the wake of his aunt Sasikala’s reluctance to reenter the fray.
As the NDA gears up for seat-sharing discussions, OPS and Dhinakaran eye a significant share of seats in Tamil Nadu. Leveraging their respective support bases, they aim to secure representation in key constituencies, including Theni, Ramanathapuram, and Sivaganga.
Meanwhile, the AIADMK faces challenges in forming a formidable alliance to rival the DMK-led front. The uncertainty surrounding its partnership with the DMDK and ongoing negotiations with the PMK underscore the party’s dilemma.
The PMK, cognizant of its diminishing electoral clout, is bargaining hard with both the AIADMK and the BJP. However, its dwindling performance in recent elections underscores the need for a strategic alliance to remain relevant in Tamil Nadu politics.
As the political landscape continues to evolve, the BJP’s overtures to AIADMK rebels signal a recalibration of its strategy in Tamil Nadu. With alliances taking shape and negotiations underway, the state braces for a crucial electoral battle, where every alliance and partnership could tip the scales of power.
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kesarijournal · 5 months
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Geopolitical Follies: A Tongue-in-Cheek Tour of Today's Global Dramas
In a world where the bizarre often trumps the mundane, recent global events have unfolded like a poorly scripted, yet surprisingly engaging, political satire. Let’s embark on a whimsical journey through these geopolitical shenanigans, shall we?**Scene 1: The Arabian Sea – India’s Naval Catwalk**India, in a display of maritime muscle-flexing, has decided that the Arabian Sea is the new runway for…
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metamatar · 8 months
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To counter what they view as a rising tide of prejudice, the HAF and other Hindu American groups have turned to American Jewish organizations, which they have long seen as “the gold standard in terms of political activism,” as Maryland State Delegate Kumar Barve said in 2003. Since the early 2000s, Indian Americans have modeled their congressional activism on that of the American Jewish Committee (AJC) and AIPAC; Indian lobbyists have partnered with these groups to achieve shared defense goals, including arms deals between India and Israel and a landmark nuclear agreement between India and the US. Along the way, these Jewish groups have trained a generation of Hindu lobbyists and advocates, offering strategies at joint summits and providing a steady stream of informal advice. “We shared with them the Jewish approach to political activism,” Ann Schaffer, an AJC leader, told the Forward in 2002. “We want to give them the tools to further their political agenda.” Shukla told Jewish Currents that the HAF continues to work closely with the Anti-Defamation League (ADL) and the AJC, whether by “being co-amici curiae on briefs to the US Supreme Court,” or by “lending our support to one another’s letters to Congress.”
[...] Faced with rising scrutiny over India’s worsening human rights record, Hindu groups have used “the same playbook and even sometimes the same terms” as Israel-advocacy groups, “copy-pasted from the Zionist context,” said Nikhil Mandalaparthy of the anti-Hindutva group Hindus for Human Rights (HfHR). Hindu groups have especially taken note of their Jewish counterparts’ recent efforts to codify a definition of antisemitism—the International Holocaust Remembrance Alliance (IHRA) working definition—that places much criticism of Israel out-of-bounds, asserting that claims like “the existence of a State of Israel is a racist endeavor” constitute examples of anti-Jewish bigotry.
[...] In 2003, Gary Ackerman—a Jewish former congressman who was awarded India’s third-highest civilian honor for helping to found the Congressional Caucus on India—told a gathering of AJC and AIPAC representatives and their Indian counterparts that “Israel [is] surrounded by 120 million Muslims,” while “India has 120 million [within].” Tom Lantos, another Jewish member of the caucus, likewise enjoined the two communities to collaborate: “We are drawn together by mindless, vicious, fanatic, Islamic terrorism.”
Driven by that sense of shared purpose, the AJC and AIPAC helped train new Indian American political groups—such as the Indian American Political Action Committee and the United States India Political Action Committee—to achieve their aims in Washington. The AJC hosted seminars on political activism in DC and New York; it also brought several delegations of Indian Americans to Israel to meet with members of the Israeli government and military. “We’re fighting the same extremist enemy,” the AJC’s capital region director Charles Brooks told the Forward in 2002.
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cactiunderyourfeet · 2 months
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homokommari · 3 months
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For the political marriqe au can you have clark being excited for mudane earth things like asking for directions only to be glared at by every gothamite?
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they are not ready for petplay yet
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wi1dshxpe · 2 months
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enver being absolutely disgusted by durge’s “habits” with dead bodies but pretending he’s open to them, like a middle school girl pretending to know the band her crush loves. he’s like “oh cannibalism??? how... resourceful. i’ll have to look into that. 😬” of course when durge actually brings him a body for dinner he’s like “this is absolutely fucking nasty get it away from me.” but still
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odinsblog · 3 months
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This is definitely a trend for the hateful, christofascist, religious reich. Hobby Lobby did the same thing at previous Super Bowls.
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It’s right wing, Islamophobic, homophobic, anti-abortion Christian nationalism, masquerading as “caring” religion.
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The Servant Foundation: the power behind the ads
The $20 million "He Gets Us" campaign about Jesus - is funded by an influential donor to some of the most active and litigious Shadow Network groups working to undermine church-state separation.
The Servant Foundation
The Servant Foundation, also known as The Signatry, is behind the “He Gets Us” ad campaign that debuted during the 2023 Super Bowl. Over the next three years, the Servant Foundation plans to spend “about a billion dollars” toward this public relations campaign. They’ve hired a PR firm to address, in the firm’s words, the problem of “How did the world’s greatest love story in Jesus become known as a hate group?”
Of course, they’re the cause of their own problem – not only has the Servant Foundation funded hate groups, but the PR firm, Haven, has represented these organizations. Key Shadow Network members Focus on the Family and Alliance Defending Freedom are in their portfolio. ADF is a noted anti-LGBTQ hate group that has argued repeatedly in courts that religion, and specifically Christianity, is a license to discriminate; they have one such case pending before the Supreme Court right now.
The money trail
The Servant Foundation is one of ADF’s biggest financial backers. A recent exposé reports that, “between 2018-20, the Servant Foundation donated more than $50 million to the Alliance Defending Freedom and that those contributions “were among the five largest donations given out by the foundation in each of those three years.”
Other recipients of the Servant Foundation’s billion dollars in assets include:
Nearly $8 million went to Answers in Genesis, creationist Ken Ham’s fundamentalist ministry behind the Creation Museum and Ark Encounter, an organization that has been championed by Speaker of the House Mike Johnson, a former ADF attorney.
Over $1 million was designated for the anti-LGBTQ Campus Crusade for Christ (rebranded as “Cru” since 2011).
$374,800 went to Al Hayat Ministries, an organization that seeks to “respectfully yet fearlessly unveil the deception of Islam,” and runs an Arabic-language Christian satellite TV station with the goal of converting Muslims to Christianity.
In 2020 alone, we found donations to prominent Shadow Network members American Center for Law and Justice, First Liberty Institute, and Liberty Counsel.
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wanderer-clarisse · 7 months
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cousin bonding time (I like to imagine that Maedhros is the one who tied baby Finrod's hair!)
sorry for being suddenly inactive here lately, Things Happened and I haven't really had the time to sit down and draw until this week ;-; hope this little sketch can make up for it!
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vepaluiron · 4 days
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Sylvanas Windrunner, Ranger-General of the Blood Elves of Quel'thalas
vereesa -- sylvanas roleswap au??? i kept seeing banshee queen vereesa in that one time rift timeline and had sudden brainrot over it, so now this exists!
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seaglassdinosaur · 3 months
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I know we collectively agree that Hiccup isn’t romantically inclined, and his getting married and having kids didn’t make sense in the epilogue, but consider: Hiccup getting married for political reasons.
It’s a marriage of alliance, which is recognized both by him and his partner, and they enter it without expectations of romantic involvement. Since they’re now married, they live in the same castle, spend time together, and Hiccup finds he really likes his spouse. They’re funny, get along with his friends, and has the same interests and values. They both probably speak multiple languages. She understands why Hiccup is so dedicated to making the Wilderwest better, and holds similar views. She’s a good politician (her job after all, was to be an ambassador). Hiccup likes spending time with them, and the feeling is mutual. They’re not in love, they have their own lives, but they’re dedicated to each other and eventually decide to raise children. They teach their kids how to train hawks and hunt with dragons, riding, history, the Languages, and all the necessary skills of their world. They’re not in love and they’re happy together.
#pushing the aromantic hiccup agenda and also the queerplatonic agenda#as much as the idea of hiccup getting married was always a little off to me it was more the romantic angle#which I why I like the idea of a marriage of alliance and a partner who understands that#and then of course the montage of them being a good team and getting along#and going ‘yeah I like this person. I think this is the person I want to spend my life with.’#also a) a lot of arranged political marriages did have the foreign spouse function as an ambassador#b) polyglot hiccup is canon and I think it would be neat if his spouse was as well. it is a marriage alliance after all.#she isn’t from the small area of berm#(actually give all the Vikings regional accents. I think it’s neat)#c) she/they because I didn’t feel firmly about the partner’s gender and the nords were pretty gender diverse#anyway I think the partner would probably be fond of the library and admire hiccup got it open way back when#get along with Fishlegs and camicazi well enough#and enjoy dramatic stories of their adventures. maybe have some of her own#also: normalize people having their own lives outside their partners. hiccup and they are happy together but also have their own friends#oh and you know hiccup would be a great dad. he loves Stoick but he would so much be the dad he wished he had growing up#are the kids bio related? are they adopted (cast off and No Names)? who knows!#I could build in my head what hiccup’s spouse is like but I’ll leave it here#they exist as we construct them#httyd#httyd books#my post#book!hiccup#hiccup the third#hiccup horrendous haddock iii#book hiccup
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shoulderholsterfreak · 4 months
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Once again amused how Thrawn shows that he IS successful at reading people and in engaging social manipulation—but only when there’s no one around to muse about how bad he is at politics.
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subzeroparade · 1 year
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never finished this, but i love them too much to let them languish forever in a WIP folder.
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mixelation · 5 months
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would itachi meet toris old clan? how would that go?
no, i can't see that happening. she doesn't consider herself one of them, and they effectively kicked her out as a very small child, meaning THEY don't consider her one of them either. plus by the time itachi is in the picture, they're mostly. uh. dead?
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