#Time Honored Tradition verse

[bunysliper]

Castle Ficlet: After Party (Time-Honored Tradition verse) 1/1

After Party (Time-Honored Tradition verse)

 He hadn't been sure at first about skipping prom, but he's a believer now.

 Sure, they'd gotten dressed up – and oh, does Kate look amazing in her strapless dress and half-tied converses – and they'd gone to dinner with their friends, but when the time came to go to the dance, he and Kate had made their exit, slipping back into Gerry's car (thank goodness the man and his mother had parted on good terms) and grinning at each other as the others jumped into their limo and drove away.

 "Well, Ms. Beckett," he had asked, reaching over to take her hand and lift her knuckles to his lips. "Where would you like to go for the rest of our evening?"

 She'd had a plan for the whole night but she hadn't wanted to share it until then.

 "So," Kate drawls from her spot atop his grandmother's radio, "how was your prom night, Ricky?"

 Rick Rodgers grins, crossing the living room with their drinks in his hands. Kate leans back, lifting her chin.

 "Is it everything you'd hoped it would be?" she adds, taking the glass from him.

 He dips his head before she can take a sip, brushing his lips over hers. "A poetry slam where you got up and performed? It was awesome."

 "Yeah?" she asks, sounding almost bashful.

 "Oh yeah," he says, pressing another kiss to her mouth. "And this might be the best after party ever. All we need is to get settled and enjoy our time alone here at Chez Rodgers."

 "You picked a movie?" She pecks back, grinning at his nod. "I'll get changed."

 "I left my sweatshirt on the bed."

 Kate laughs, jumping down from the radio and ducking under his arm toward his bedroom.

 Rick runs into the kitchen, grabbing the popcorn he'd started before going to change and returning to the living room. He flops down on the couch, propping his feet on the coffee table as he waits for his girlfriend to return from getting comfortable.

 Yeah, it's been a good night.

#Fluffy Friday #Caskett #Caskett Fanfic #Castle Fanfic #Castle Fanfiction #My Fanfic #Castle AU Fic #High School AU #Time Honored Tradition verse

[willtheweaver]

Details below:

Mari Lwyd- Likely a holdover from Wales’s Celtic past, Mari Lwyd is a skeletal horse who goes door to door, challenging people to a duel of verses. Should the homeowner run out of poetry, they must let Mari Lwyd in and treat the specter to the best booze.

Yule Goat- This lone wanderer of Nordic origins takes the form of a goat and travels from house to house, telling rude stories, and hard truths about the people inside. The Yule goat and their ill words can be removed from the house with an offering of food and drink. Today most people will only encounter straw goat effigies, such as the Gavlebocken( which will likely not burn this year, but it is currently being devoured by birds)

Mummers- Masked vagabonds, Mummers communicate either with mumbles, or in song and rhyme. They would ‘entertain’ homeowners with music, or by playing rigged games (gambling with loaded dice is a popular option). These shadowy characters can be placated with food and drink.

Wren hunters- seeing a pattern here? Many of these figures associated with Christmas have their roots in Europe’s pagan traditions. These figures often are associated with death and darkness-two things in abundance in winter. Offerings are made in hope that they and all bad things will go away, and that brighter times will come .The wren hunters are no exception. Coming from Ireland, this would be a group of people who go out hunting for the ‘king of birds’. Afterwards, they go door to door singing and begging for a penny, and (you guessed it), food and drink.

Lord of Misrule- Enough with all the dark thoughts; this last Christmas figure is much more cheerful. Medieval and Tudor England had the tradition of appointing one individual to be in charge of the celebrations. Everyone, from the royal court to the humblest village would have a Lord of Misrule, and being appointed was a great honor (not to mention naughtily subversive in a time where the social hierarchy was strictly enforced)

#poll #christmas season #mari lwyd #yule goat #gavlebocken #Mummers #wren hunters #lord of misrule

[icycoldninja]

Fluffcember #24 (Soldier boys x reader)

SOLDIER boys spending Christmas with their S/O

♡Sephiroth♡

-Sephy is surprisingly well versed with Christmas traditions, unlike how he is with Thanksgiving, though being a SOLDIER means he doesn't get many chances to take time off and really celebrate.

-Knows all about decking the halls, decorating Christmas trees, exchanging gifts and so on, but has only really ever gotten gifts (from Genesis and Angeal) and has never had a place of his own to decorate; the SOLDIER barracks were too small and too overcrowded with weapons for him to put up a tree.

-It is therefore your responsibility to teach him how to untangle those annoying knots that somehow always form in the Christmas lights no matter how carefully you store them. Once you give him a task, he is surprisingly proficient at it. The man managed to untangle 100 feet of Christmas lights in under 4 hours. He was very proud about it and puffed his chest out pridefully when you praised him for his good work.

-When it comes time to cook the Christmas dinner, he insists upon helping you, much like an exuberant 3 year old, and refuses to leave the kitchen until you assign him a task. Should you choose to ignore him, he will stand there in the corner and stare at you until you get so distracted and uncomfortable, you've no choice but to give him something to do, even if it's something as simple as stirring sauce or holding a tray for you.

-He's tall enough to put the star on the tree (and is probably taller than the tree itself) without a ladder. Consequently, he is now in charge of hanging the mistletoe--a power that he is abusing.

-He purposefully hangs the mistletoe under doorways and other places you're likely to stand under, just so he has an excuse to steal kisses from you.

◇Genesis◇

-To Genesis, Christmas is all about getting things and getting drunk. He has no festive spirit; he just wants to laze around, drinking all the time until it's time to open presents--and he expects lots of expensive stuff. (It's not his fault, the poor boy just wasn't loved enough)

-This dude is like Scrooge; all he cares about are things. That is why it is your duty to show him the true meaning of Christmas. Explain to him why decorating the tree is important; why you give each other gifts, and how price isn't everything--that it's the thought that counts.

-He will soon grow to enjoy Christmas traditions, specifically listening to Mariah Carey songs and helping you ice cookies. Bro may not be good at cooking or baking from scratch, but he's very talented in terms of food art. He can turn plain sugar-cookie shapes into gorgeous works of art.

-Will definitely do his makeup in Christmasy colors (red, gold, green), paint his nails to match the occasion, and wear a skintight Santa suit around the house during the entirety of Christmas day.

-When Christmas Day rolls around, he puts a bright pink bow in his hair, wears literally naught but red ribbons, and waltzes into your bedroom, declaring that he couldn't find anything you'd like, so he decided to gift you himself.

-That was a lie, of course. Not only did he give you himself for Christmas, he got you a selection of fashionable clothes so you can "dress as a Goddess should: elegantly".

♧Angeal♧

-This one knows everything, from how to properly baste a turkey to exactly where to drill a hole for the Christmas lights. Because of this skill, and his honor, Angeal can often be found outside on the roof during the entirety of Christmas Eve morning, hanging Christmas lights on the trim.

-Will definitely help you cook, bake, frost, ice, whatever you need, he'll help you with it.

-Loves classic Christmas songs like the Burl Ives Christmas songs, Frosty the Snowman, etc.

-Loves curling up with you on the couch with a big bowl of popcorn and just watching movies till like 4:00 A.M.

-Angeal is living proof that you're never too old for Santa--he bakes cookies and leaves a plate out one the counter with a glass of milk, and puts a bunch of carrots on the driveway.

-Also dresses up as a reindeer and walks in hoof shaped slippers, a whole-ass carrot stuffed halfway in his mouth.

#Sephiroth #sephiroth x reader #genesis rhapsodos #Genesis x reader #angeal hewley #Angeal x reader #Headcannons #IT'S CHRISTMAS EVE Y'ALL #Fluffcember #Fluffcember day 24 #Part 24 of 31 #Icycoldninja writes #Ffvii #Ff7 #Ffvii crisis core #Ff7 crisis core #Final fantasy vii #Final fantasy 7 #Final fantasy 7 crisis core #Final fantasy vii crisis core #Fluff #fluffy headcanons #fluff headcanons #Cute #Angeal crisis core #Genesis crisis core

[nyupreservation]

Preserving Leaf Paintings in an Anglo-Indian Commonplace Book, 1822-1825

Hello, I’m Alexa Machnik, a third-year graduate student at the Conservation Center, Institute of Fine Arts, NYU. I first came to the Barbara Goldsmith Preservation & Conservation Department in Fall 2022 as a student in the graduate course, Conservation in Context, taught by Laura McCann, Director of Preservation. During this course, we delved into the world of library conservation, exploring the value systems that guide preservation decision-making and treatment action in academic research libraries. One of my class projects involved rehousing delicate leaf paintings from an early 19th-century commonplace book, or friendship album, part of the Fales Library holdings in the Special Collections at NYU Libraries (figs. 1-2) [1]. In honor of Preservation Week, I will share the intriguing history of the book and discuss the decisions that were made to preserve the leaves.

Figure 1 [left]: Front cover of the commonplace book, bound in gold-tooled red morocco leather.   Figure 2 [right]: Ownership label of “Jane Harriet [Blechynden]” on front marbled pastedown.

The book in question was compiled by Jane Harriet Blechynden (1806-1827) in England between 1822 and 1825. It holds her personal collection of handwritten and acquired materials, with contributions from her sisters, Emma and Sarah, who wrote original poems about sisterhood, separation, and their Anglo-Indian ancestry. The three women were the daughters of a British merchant residing in Calcutta, and while born in India, they were educated in England [2]. There is not a great deal known about Jane Harriet’s life in England, but her impending return to India in 1825 is documented in an emotional verse by Emma (fig. 3):

“Thus in parting my sister we’re breaking a link / Which may ne’er be united again / And firm as that chain was ‘tis painful to think / That absence may send it twain.”

Figure 3: Excerpt from the original poem, “Parting and a Meeting,” signed by Emma.

Jane Harriet’s book offers insights into her personhood, social connections, and sensibilities as an artist and collector. In addition to written entries, she inserted a compendium of acquired materials–pressed flowers, her own original drawings, and numerous paintings–between pages of the book (figs. 4-6).

Figures 4-6 [left to right]: A small sampling of the ephemeral treasures found in the book, including a dried pressed flower, a drawing on pith possibly by Jane Harriet, and a cut-paper silhouette.

Notably, six of these paintings are executed on the dried leaves of the Bodhi tree, a sacred plant indigenous to Asia with distinct spade-shaped, long-tipped leaves (fig. 7) [3]. Although leaf painting has origins in Buddhist traditions, by the time Jane Harriet collected her leaf paintings, it had already evolved into a form of Chinese export art in Europe. Her leaves depict secular scenes of contemporary life in China and botanical subjects, which are typical of the export genre (fig. 8). Their inclusion in the book implies that Jane was among the many people who partook in the avid collecting of China trade goods during the first few decades of the 19th century, a time when European fascination for Chinese culture and art was at its peak. 

Figure 7: A leaf painting, as found loose in the book and partially lifted to show the thin, translucent nature of the leaf support.

Figure 8: Another leaf painting from the book, oriented with the leaf tip at the bottom of the image, depicting flowers and a butterfly.

The initial rush of excitement that I felt at finding the leaf paintings soon turned to concern as I gave thought to their long-term preservation at NYU Libraries, where researchers are expected to handle the book. The leaf paintings were loose in between the pages, which raised a series of “what ifs” about the potential dangers they could encounter. What if the leaves slip from the book? What if they bend or break as the pages are turned? What if the painted surfaces become abraded? The paintings were made with opaque pigment-based watercolors on exceptionally delicate, skeletonized leaves that have been primed with a thin organic coating. Despite being intact, their inherent fragility means that they are vulnerable to even the slightest touch. After considerable discussion, the Conservation Unit decided that in order for the leaf paintings to be preserved and safely accessed by researchers, they should be housed separately from the book. 

I thoroughly examined the condition of the leaves and the painted surfaces in order to make a housing recommendation. Despite some minor damage, all were in stable condition. Thus, the ideal housing would provide support to prevent any further damage, such as paint loss and leaf breakage, and at the same time allow the leaves to maintain their translucency. To achieve this, I opted to mount them in double-sided window mats with a support made from clear polyester film, or Mylar® [4]. The addition of the Mylar® would not only create a stable surface for the leaf paintings but also enable the viewing of both sides (fig. 9).

Figure 9: View of the double-sided window mat with a Mylar® support.

My next challenge was to figure out how to mount the leaves onto the Mylar® support without the use of adhesive [5]. After consulting with conservation staff and creating mock-ups, short, discreet Mylar® tabs were selected as the best option to secure them into place (figs. 10-11). For this process, I positioned a single leaf painting onto the support and selectively placed the tabs around its perimeter, making sure the tabs did not overlap any areas of paint. I then used a handheld spot-welding pen to fuse the tabs to the support. Since this process was done in-situ, near the leaf, it required lots of precision practice and encouragement from colleagues before I felt confident enough for the task.

Figure 10: Detail of a mounted leaf painting. Notice that the Mylar® tabs are welded just outside the leaf and extend minimally over the edges, holding it in place with gentle pressure.

Figure 11: The backside of a mounted leaf painting viewed through the Mylar® support. This gives researchers access to the painting’s verso, where an underdrawing and other signs of artistic process can be discerned.

At the time of writing this post, I successfully housed the six leaf paintings in their double-sided window mats (figs. 12-13). This housing project, while complete, is just one part of the ongoing effort to preserve the commonplace book, and the Conservation Unit is continuing work on other elements of the book to ensure its safe return to Special Collections.

Figure 12: Example of the completed housing, showing the front of a leaf painting.

Figure 13: Back of a leaf painting.

Though my involvement in the project has come to an end, I have gained a very special appreciation for the commonplace book and the preservation challenges it presents. The experience of learning directly from NYU Libraries Special Collections was especially invaluable, providing me with opportunities to participate in complex decision-making processes unique to large research libraries driven by user needs. Before signing off, I’d like to extend my gratitude to my supervisors, Laura McCann, Director, and Lindsey Tyne, Conservation Librarian, and the entire team at the Barbara Goldsmith Conservation Lab for their unwavering support and enthusiasm throughout this project. Thank you all very much!

Notes:

[1] A commonplace book is a centralized place for an individual to record information, whether it be their personal thoughts or quotes from outside literary sources. Friendship albums, by contrast, contain handwritten entries from the family, friends, or acquaintances of the owner (often female). Both forms of commonplacing sustained popularity in Europe and America throughout the 19th century. To learn more about this fascinating literary genre, see Jenifer Blouin, “Eternal Perspectives in Nineteenth-Century Friendship Albums,” The Hilltop Review, Vol. 9, Issue 1 (2016) and Victoria E. Burke, “Recent Studies in Commonplace Books,” English Literary Renaissance, Vol. 43, No. 1 (2013), 153-177.

[2] Much of what is known about Jane Harriet (also known in her family as Harriet) comes from the Blechynden papers in the British Library (Add. Mss. 45578-663). This large holding contains the diaries of her father, Richard (Add. Mss. 45581-653), and older brother, Arthur (Add. Mss. 45654-61). For a secondary account of the Blechynden household, see Peter Robb, Sentiment and Self: Richard Blechynden’s Calcutta Diaries, 1791-1822 (New Delhi: Oxford University Press, 2011).

[3] Michele Matteini, “Written on a Bodhi tree leaf,” Anthropology and Aesthetics, Vol. 75-76 (2021), 45-58. 

[4] The design of the double-sided mats is based on an instructional guide made available by the Library of Congress. “Double-Sided Mat,” Library of Congress, accessed 1 February 2023. 

[5] We chose not to use adhesives or traditional paper-hinging techniques to mount the leaf paintings for several reasons. As noted, the paintings are on fragile, non-paper-based supports that have an organic coating, which may be derived from plant gum. The leaf supports are thin, translucent, and highly vulnerable to breakage, so applying hinges directly with adhesive might permanently alter their appearance or risk further damage to the leaves over time, especially if they need to be removed from the housing in the future.

Photographs: Alexa Machnik

#NYULibraries #NYUSpecialCollections #FalesLibrary #nyuifa #nyuart #librarypreservation #libraryconservation #collectionscare #artconservation #paperconservation #bookconservation #artpreservation #preservingthepast #PreservationWeek #preservationweek2023

[beautiful-basque-country]

Some music for this Sunday, and I think it can't get much better than this Basque-Galician connection!!

Basque trikittilari [Basque accordion player] and singer Josune Arikistain meets Galician songwriter, singer, and pandeireteira [tambourine player] Antía Muño in this incredible song titled Milaka lore, Thousands of flowers.

Agora comenso eu o meu atrevimento Now I start my audacity

o que me queira escoitar que poña o oido no meu peto (x2) whoever wants to listen to me, may they put their ear on my chest.

Plazak gureak dira beraz zabaldu begiak Town squares are ours so open your eyes

batu ditugu herriak, muiñeira, trikittia,(x2) we've united peoples, the muiñeira [traditional Galician song], and the trikittia [Basque accordion]

Errepika: Ai lere le le aa, milaka lore Ai lere le le aa, thousands of flowers

Ai lere le le aa, zuei ohore Ai lere le le aa, in y'all's honor

Ai lere le le aa, craveis e rosas Ai lere le le aa, carnations and roses

Ai lere le le aa, pra a nosa loita Ai lere le leaa, for our fight

Fechamos unha soa luz que emerxe dende as entrañas We keep an only light that is born from the guts

sexamos sangue doce que alimente a esperanza. let's be the sweet blood that feeds hope.

Ero ta beste nunti ez gera gutxi* We the crazy and other alike aren't few

gure garaia da eta hortak erakutsi. This is our time and it shows.

Errepika

Any correction regarding Galician is very welcome and appreciated, I swear I did my best!

*not sure about this verse either, it doesn't make sense but I can't fully understand what she says there.

*edit: eskerrik asko @sureaboutnoth for the corrections in Galician, moitas grazas!!

#euskadi #euskal herria #basque country #pais vasco #pays basque #euskera #euskara #basque #languages #galego #music #euskal musika #galician #josune arikistain #antia muño

[wen-kexing-apologist]

The Left Hand of God

OKAY! SO!

I know I said like, literally two days ago that I was as of yet unable to write meta for this show. Because there is so much mystery and we don’t have the answers yet. 

BUT! 

There are benefits to talking about this show with friends, especially friends who are not watching Shadow, and are only seeing patterns based on what I tell him. Because my dear friend @so-much-yet-to-learn heard about the gay boy (Nai), the boy who was fighting the system (Trin), and the boy who has completely rejected filial piety (Dan) and immediately came up with the theory that the Shadow or, rather, the ghosts that all these boys can see are visible because they are breaking from tradition. 

And in conversation with @slayerkitty earlier about the preview for the second half and the trailer for the show, and arms and hands (are we surprised this is where I am going?) I realized a pattern that I hadn’t quite picked up on. 

Left Hands. 

Now, depending on your level of involvement in religion, you may be more or less aware of where I am going with this. I was not raised religious, I had minimal knowledge of the significance of left hands in religion. But boy oh boy do I now. (If you are better versed in religion than I am, I invite you to please read me for filth and make and let me know what mistakes I made in writing this).

ANYWAY. To sit at the right hand of God is an honor, and there are a few references to sitting at God’s right hand in the Bible. According to Vexen Crabtree, there is a right hand path in religion that is associated with goodness, while the left hand path is considered evil. In certain cultures the left hand is considered to be unclean. 

Essentially, the left hand is considered to be Satanic and can be associated with the occult. Why is this important? 

How accurate is all of this? Idk, but I’m rolling with it for the sake of the argument! 

Because in Shadow almost all of the Shadow and ghost shit happens on the left. In fact, every single injury that occurs in the show (so far) occurs on the left-hand side. @so-much-yet-to-learn’s theory about the Shadow is that Dan, Nai, and Trin can see ghosts/are being pursued by ghosts and shadows because they are breaking societal norms. Therefore they are evil, they are deviant, and they must be saved from continuing down The Left Hand Path.

Anyway, shall we look at some instances of left hands in Shadow? Of course we should!

Episode 1

Episode 1 starts out immediately with the first left-arm related injury of the series. It is hard to see, I completely missed it the first time I watched (and to show it clearly, I had to up the brightness in this image), but Trin’s left arm is bandaged. We do not yet know what the injury is, or how he got it. But, he is wounded nonetheless. 

Things we know about Trin that could tie him to the “deviant” left-handed path: 1) Trin is queer, 2) Trin was fighting for institutional change at his school, 3) Trin was (apparently) using narcotics to treat his (extremely stigmatized) mental illness. 

Left Hand Injury Count: 1

When Dan enters the pool for the first time, the Shadow, a Shadow? grabs a hold of him and he drowns. Where was Dan grabbed? His left ankle.

After Dan nearly dies in the pool, and Nai sees the Shadow that tried to drown Dan, Nai pulls Dan aside for a conversation about ghosts. Nai confesses to Dan that when he was a child, he listened to a voice in his head that asked him to play with it, and he wound up with a scar. It is an old wound, we can assume how he got it, but when he shows Dan the scar, it is a cut on his wrist. Which wrist? The left. 

What do we know about Nai that could tie him to the “deviant” Left Hand Path? 1) he’s queer.

Left Hand Injury Count: 2

Episode 2

There are no left hand injuries in Episode 2, but there is still a lot of left-sided imagery

When Dan is telling Nai some of his backstory after they finish cleaning the chapel, Nai puts a comforting hand on Dan’s left shoulder. Dan tells Nai “You’re making an excuse to wipe your hand on my shirt as well. You got it all dirty” (not necessarily the strongest argument, but I wanted to note it because the left hand is considered unclean. Nai may be using his right hand, but he is adding dirt to Dan’s left side).

Dan gets in to his first fight with Anan and winds up having his wounds treated by Nai. Again, it’s not a left hand, but when Dan gets punched by Anan, he is injured on the left side of his face. (again, I understand this makes sense because Anan is right handed, but this is part of a trend, okay? hush.)

Left Side Injury Count: 1

We see Nai’s old injury in the flashback where he tells Dan his backstory and Anan ends up falling asleep on Nai’s left side. 

When the Shadow appears at the piano, it appears on Dan’s left.

Episode 3 

Dan sits on the left side of the monk when he is getting help navigating his lucid dreams and his connection to the Shadow. 

When Dan first starts using that Lucid Dreaming Stone, he wears it on his left hand. 

Episode 4

When Dan first arrives at the hospital to visit his father during the day, with Brother Anurak, Dan is standing on his father’s right side. Dan has spent a not insignificant amount of time this episode being told by Brother Anurak that he should visit his father, being told by Brother Anurak that he should forgive his father, and with the right side being associated with goodness, it makes some sort of sense, to me at least, that when he is under the supervision of the Brother, Dan would maintain appearances. But, in the evening, as he is waiting for his father to die, Dan sits on his father’s left. 

In the evening, when Brother Anurak is not around, Dan slips in to a memory and winds up at a table with his father. His father asks for forgiveness and Dan does not give it to him. Dan confronts his father, makes his disdain for his father and his actions abundantly clear, calls his father by his first name, and beats the ever living fuck out of him. At this his father laughs, makes a comment about how Dan is just like him, and then dies. Interestingly, when Dan is grappling with engaging with his anger and beating up his father, it is his right hand that is bloody. (Again, this is not surprising because Dan is right-handed so naturally he’s going to throw punches with his dominant hand). 

Dan wakes up, still on his fathers left just in time to watch him flatline. Coming out of this scene, what do we know about Dan that could tie him to the “deviant” Left Hand Path: 1) he does not engage in filial piety. Dan does not do what the adults, what his society expects him to do. Dan does not forgive his father. Dan disrespects his father. Dan denounces him. Dan does not honor his father’s dying wish. That is a huge deviation in my eyes from other shows I have watched with complicated, harmful family dynamics. 

Episode 5 

In the theater, Nai sees Trin following behind their teacher. Nai and Dan follow their theater teacher back to his office, where Nai promptly makes direct eye contact with Trin. Nai’s reaction is to  grab Dan’s left hand, until Dan covers Nai’s eyes. 

Nai is knocked over and he falls. This time it is Dan’s turn to tend to Nai’s wounds, and lo and behold, what do we have here? Another left sided injury, this time the knee. This one is notable to me only in the sense that left sided facial injuries can easily be justified by the fact that the person doing the punching is right handed. But Nai falls, so he didn’t have to skin his left knee. But he did. 

Left Sided Injury Count: 2

Also, something that I did notice, (and I have not been keeping track of positionality of the living breathing characters and where they stand cause then I’d be here for a million years) is that in the flashback where Trin meets up with Nai at the lake and Trin reveals himself as Nai’s chat friend he is sitting on Nai’s left.

Episode 6 

IT’S MONSTERFUCKER TIME!!!!!!!!!!! *air horn noises* 

Dan smokes some weed and then falls asleep, only to be confronted by the Shadow. He sits his ass down, spreads his legs open, and has a lovely little wet dream. But when we see the Shadow engaging in some incorporeal sex stuff, the camera is focused on Dan’s left side. And hey, while we’re at it, let me just point out that every single time the Shadow appears to Dan at night, when he is sleeping? The frame we get where the Shadow looms over Dan and slowly sinks down to meet him? Always shot from Dan’s left side. 

Now, we don’t know what Dan’s past experience with sex is like, but you can bet your ass that getting fucked by a Shadow would put Dan solidly in to the Sexual Deviancy category in the eyes of society. (I feel the need to state that only because this is the monsterfucker website, so I know our reaction to Dan and the Shadow doing some foolin’ around would not necessarily be the same). 

When Dan wakes up in the morning, he notices some scratches on his arm and shoulder. 

Which arm and shoulder? You got it! His left! 

And it doesn’t have to be his left arm, right? Like, just because the scene before he wakes up showed us Dan’s left side, does not mean the Shadow, which is incorporeal, and has on more than one occasion wrapped two arms around Dan (left and right), has to have scratched up only his left arm. We can potentially add two more types of deviancy to Dan’s roster by the time he wakes up: 1) drug use, 2) sexual relationship to the occult

Left Hand Injury Count: 3

The story continues, and Dan at one point uses the restroom. He wipes his face with a cloth, it comes back stained black, and he looks up to see, who? Trin! Standing on which side of him? Left!

Episode 7 

We open with Dan in the Funhouse, staring at a three-paned mirror. We know that when he looks in this mirror he will see two different people on either side of him in the mirror. But he is only shown in close up looking in one direction…his left. 

Dan gets beaten up by Anan and sent to the infirmary where he is once again sexed up by the Shadow while being shot from his left side. Under SMYTL’s theory about the people who can see ghosts and shadows being those that are deviating from societal expectations, we have Dan going deeper in to a potential sexual awakening here. 

Because of his fight with Anan, Dan once again ends up with wounds on the left side of his face. 

Left Sided Injury Count: 3

Flashback to a similar scene with Trin, where Anan is being forced to apologize for fighting. I am assuming at this point I don’t need to say it…

Left Sided Injury Count: 4

(Side Note: Anan has a lot of fucking anger in his heart, idk fully what his problem is but I’m guessing abuse from his parent [I mean we do see him get slapped] and/or the #tired approach of internalized homophobia being externalized as violent homophobia against Known Gays). 

Dan sees the Shadow again during rehearsals for Hamlet, and once again, the Shadow appears on Dan’s left, and I have to believe by this point that it is intentional that we see so much of the Shadow and Dan’s reaction to it from the left side, because Dan is standing on a stage right now. The film crew could have easily had the Shadow appear on the right. But they didn’t. 

Dan has lost his lucid dreaming stone, and then gets shunted in to some sort of dream, vision, or other form of communication with a Shadow that is the most corporeal and condensed it has ever been, looking far more human than smoke. There he finds some drawings, and sees a man locked in a dungeon, handcuffed to a table. 

He wakes up, goes about his day, and he ends up in the village listening to interviews of villagers talking about the wild ghosts that haunt the town. Where he learns about…

The One Armed Man. (you know where this is going).

The One Armed Man lost his left arm (I’ll use an image of the drawing, rather than the image of his bloody stump for people who are more blood averse).

We learn from the villager that the One Armed Man was a boxer, he joined the Navy, and one day when he was aboard the ship, the chain from the anchor…

“Tore his left arm right off.” 

Left Hand Injury Count: 4

What do we come to learn about the One Armed Man that may tie him to the “deviant” Left Hand Path? 1) he sells himself to homosexual millionaires, 2) he starts working on a party boat and giving people narcotics 3) he maintains contact with “sexual deviants” after he is jailed [potentially 4) he uses narcotics himself, I say potentially here because the villager only says he gave others narcotics, but the vision flashbacks we get from Dan show O.A.M. cooking opioids over candle flame]

Promo for Episodes 8-14 

According to the promo for the second half of this show, Dan will get yet another left arm injury bringing the (future) Left Hand Injury Count to (at least) 5. 

Original Show Trailer

Now, based on the clip that follows, I am like 99% confident that this is Trin, so I think we find out how he ends up with an injured arm at the beginning of Episode One.

All of this to say that I think @so-much-yet-to-learn is on to something with the shadows and ghosts being seen by societal deviants and that the show is trying to indicate that with it’s strong use of left handed/left path imagery. 

Alright, I’m off to watch all of Brother Anurak’s scenes again, because for some reason this visual of the One Armed Man looks like Brother Anurak to me, and I want to see if he actually uses his left arm.

#shadow the series #singto prachaya #fluke natouch #utt uttsada #fiat patchata

[jacksgreysays]

I’m feeling nostalgic for the childrens book The Moorchild by Eloise McGraw (changeling pov by a child who didn’t ask to be swapped out with someone else, the kid eventually goes in to faerie to get the kid back and due to the slow time in Faerie the kid is like, two). So… Changeling!verse where the Nara’s agreement with the fae to raise changelings whenever pregnancy ends in a stillbirth was hammered out by someone who didn’t think to expressly keep the fae from taking the living twin and replacing them as well. (Because hey, technically they ARE the produce of a pregnancy that ended in a stillbirth, and the fae are grabby). In other words, Shikako is a changeling who replaced a baby who never drew breath, Shikamaru is a changeling who replaced the boy baby who DID draw breath, and in this verse eventually baby Kino was Un-kidnapped from faerie by Shikamaru (with Shikako joining in with the force of a speeding bullet). There’s nothing in the ancient contract that stops the changelings from independently kidnapping their sibling back! (They checked) I’d be happy with just an exploration of the dynamics pre-Kino rescue as well. Shikako replaced a dead baby, as in line with the clans traditions. Shikamaru replaced a living one, who might still be out there. The Nara are obliged to raise both ‘as their own.’ How does the clan react?

Oooh, dona, you’ve brought yet another interesting facet to changeling!verse OoO

I’m wondering about the naming of characters and if there’s a bit of a… sort of shuffling? Like, obviously the twins are named Shikamaru and Shikako because Shikaku is unimaginative and also the heir should have a Shika name. But… if the “real” Shikamaru is the non-still born baby, does that mean the rescued child that is younger due to time flow weirdness is genetically Kinokawa and would have been named Shikamaru had he not swapped out? Or is that baby genetically Shikamaru and so the twin brother that Shikako grows up with is genetically Kinokawa?

… not that it would affect the plot, per se, but it’s fascinating the think of. Because if the “firstborn” is supposed to be the heir, then rescued child—as the only actually “born” child—would be heir over his seemingly “older siblings.”

… and then NOW I’m thinking about the stillborn other!Shikako. Like… what DO the fae do with those stillborn babies? What if they revive that other!Shikako? So then that means there’s a set of “human twins” in the fae world and a set of “changeling twins” in the human world? And what do call other!Shikako? In which Shikaku and Yoshino end up with four children, lololol (I should probably stop before I end up in Invincible Kimmy Schmidt “Olson quadruplets, octuplets” bit territory)

I think the clan reaction is ultimately tertiary to 1) Shikaku’s reaction and then, based on (1) 2) Yoshino’s reaction. And I should say, actually, 1) is Shikaku and Kasuga and Sembei’s reactions since they’re the ones who were with Shikaku when they placed the shrouded bundle into the hollow of that old, gnarled tree

Because… do the fae put TWO babies in that hollow? Does Shikaku, confused, rush home to find an empty crib which held the breathing baby boy? Do Kasuga and Sembei figure out what’s going on? Does the history have a precedent for this situation, this loophole taking which strains the agreement between the Nara clan and the fae? Or is it just the one baby in the hollow and no one notices that the baby boy in the crib is different (babies are weird squashed things anyway, who could tell the difference? Or IS there a difference, a series of differences, little details which don’t mean much but do feel… uncanny?)

And, depending on how Shikaku, Kasuga, and Sembei react—what they can dig from the clan’s lore, what they can sense in the shadows, what the Honored Sika Tribe can advise—do they even tell Yoshino? How can they? The exchange was meant to prevent her heartbreak, would she understand as someone new to the clan? Would she blame them? Resent them? (Would she still love these children, even if they are not hers by blood?) ((The answer is yes, of course she would love them, they are her children regardless of blood. The answer is yes, even for the somewhat silly scenario in which she has two sets of twins of differing ages))

I would like to think that Shikaku would tell Yoshino, because their marriage is built on trust and love… but this wouldn’t be the first time I have them keep secrets from each other (ie Yoshino in Stars Also Dream, hiding her Jedi past) Although I’m pretty sure this is a more egregious secret than Yoshino’s secret Jedi past…

Anyways, if Yoshino doesn’t know that “Shikamaru” got switched then the clan also doesn’t know. Both Yoshino and the clan probably know that “Shikako” is a changeling, but the “Shikamaru” switcheroo is probably a secret until the rescue mission happens. And—I’m not even joking now—it would be FASCINATING if there was an other!Shikako. Because the clan could be like, ah fuck, there’s TWO of them. Before realizing that “Shikamaru” is just quieter about his rebellions, so actually, ah fuck, there’s FOUR OF THEM. And I don’t know HOW human children are raised in the fae world, but I imagine they’re kinda feral or at the very least have extremely different priorities/morals from the changeling children raised in a militaristic society.

So other!Shikamaru—whether or not he is genetically Shikamaru or Kinokawa—would be named Kinokawa. But what is other!Shikako named? VagabondDawn did post an absolutely fantastic fic recently shadow of the future (at least we have each other) which included, honestly, one of the greatest Nara names: Inei (ie shadow and shadow) which I think would be very applicable here… OR, is Yoshino equally as efficient-yet-unimaginative as Shikaku when it comes to names (which, I mean, she might be considering she agreed to Deer Boy and Deer Girl and then named her third child her maiden name) and so the boy is Kino and the girl is Kawa? (lol)

The clan truly is just like… the idea that some of them are “we don’t like these clan heirs, we want a different one that doesn’t argue with us” and then they get two feral/fae-raised children so they immediately about face and go “actually, we love the clan heirs that have dragged us kicking and screaming into progress and success, we will keep those ones.” And Shikaku and Yoshino are just like, lol, we’re keeping all of them.

In terms of plot, I feel like the way to actually do this would be to reframe the god interactions as fae interactions so, for example:

—

They got the idea from Orochimaru.

“Probably not the best way to start,” Shikamaru says with a grimace. He, at least, has the decency to act contrite in front Ibiki.

Shikako, disregarding the fact that they are on the wrong side of a T&I interrogation, just rolls her eyes. “We didn’t get the idea from Orochimaru. Technically the Sandaime was the one who opened the portal, and it’s not like he has a monopoly on fuinjutsu or fae studies. If anything, he stole the seal from the Yondaime, and the Yondaime probably built his seal based on Uzumaki mythology. Although, since the fae predate the Elemental Nations as we know it, and we have definitive proof that the Gelel Empire used a form of fuinjutsu, it could be argued that—”

Thankfully, Shikamaru kicks his sister’s ankle to head off the rant. She kicks him back.

Ibiki sighs. “When I said start at the beginning, I don’t need you to get into ancient history. Try again.”

Minimally chastised, the Nara twins begin again:

During Orochimaru’s invasion of the Konoha Chuunin Exams, the Sandaime does not summon the Shinigami. He opens a portal to the fae world, in hopes that the chaotic, magical, anti-chakra energies of the fae world will disrupt the his student’s techniques—either by thwarting the summons of his dead teachers, or by weakening the barrier enough for reinforcements to come through.

In many ways, the Sandaime was a foolish man. In this particular way, his foolishness costs him his life.

The fae energies do not weaken his student at all. Or, at least, not before it weakens and, ultimately, kills the Sandaime. Then, goal achieved, Orochimaru simply uses the portal as an escape route.

For most, it would be perilous. For those originally created in the fae world, for those changelings who are exchanged with human children, it is merely going home.

So, no, they did not get the idea from Orochimaru… not really.

— And then I would go into something like… releasing Gelel sort of gives them the hint that the “human Shikamaru” is still alive and in the fae world. Changeling!Shikamaru doesn’t really want to pursue it, because he feels weird ways about things and if Changeling!Shikamaru is in fact canon!Shikamaru, then he doesn’t really do any internal self-reflection until he’s absolutely pushed to it by someone else and also motivated by protecting his loved ones (either his sister or his teammates)… Changeling!Shikako is fascinated by the idea, but ultimately has SO MUCH on her plate that she can’t really prioritize a dangerous excursion into the fae world (even though she does, from time to time, tweak the original seal array just because it COULD be MORE EFFICIENT if it was LIKE THIS instead)

Then fighting Jashin is some kind of corrupted archfey or something and Shikako getting yoinked out of Land of Hot Springs by the Sika Tribe actually brings her into the fae world, so actually changeling!Shikamaru’s original quest is to rescue Shikako (since time flows differently, what is, like, a day to her is a few weeks to him) meanwhile Shikako meets “human Shikamaru” (aka, Kinokawa. And MAYBE “revived human Shikako” aka… Inei? Kawa? Mystery child) and she can’t possibly LEAVE them, so when Shikamaru (and, let’s face it, a good chunk of Konoha Twelve) come to “rescue” Shikako, they also rescue the new/old Nara sibling(s).

Anyway, the Nara clan will just have to accept that their options for next clan head are all WEIRD AS HELL and REFUSE TO LISTEN TO THE ELDERS :D

#jacksgreyson #donapoetrypassion #changeling #dreaming of sunshine #shikamaru nara #shikako nara #kinokawa nara #ask box advent calendar #prompt response #brainstorm #fanfiction #writing

[vvitchering]

Everyone talking about their opinions re: Din's possession of the darksaber and his development (or lack therefore) and I wanna talk to so

Ever since he got the darksaber at the end of s2 I've been firmly in on the side of "Din should be Mand'alor", which was a topic the fandom seemed pretty evenly split over. A lot of people got hung up on his personal distaste for leadership and while I understand and see that I STILL think he was the best possible choice to be the new leader. And imo the show spent a ton of time reinforcing that!

Din IS a great leader, whether he likes it or not. He's calm under pressure, he's a fantastic negotiator, he's well versed in the ways of many different ways of life and cultures, and he's honorable yet flexible, I could go on and on. I also think narratively, at least as far as we got in mando s1-2 and tbobf, he was being set up as someone who could be the bridge between the more traditional mandalorians he was raised with and the rest of the scattered clans.

Din's personal journey was so fascinating. At least until S3 dropped the ball, it seemed like we were heading into a really interesting exploration of Din as a symbol of growth and change. His growth from a relatively sheltered personal existence to one that was shaped by all of his new experiences in protecting and raising Grogu and meeting all kinds of new people was one that I thought foreshadowed his becoming a great leader for his people.

There was so much room at the end of S2 to explore Din's changing relationship with his faith and Creed. Even the developments within tbobf added some really potentially amazing facets to that with the possibility of redemption existing within an old Mandalorian legend.

His journey to Mandalore should have been the bulk of S3, continuing with the adventure-of-the-week format, but peppering in more Mandalorian culture as Din learns more about himself and begins teaching Grogu about his adoptive culture. I've never been in favor of Din giving up his devotion to his Creed, but I have been thinking a lot about him altering his relationship with it and I think a tight focus on his struggle with figuring out this new perspective in light of everything that has happened to him so far would have been really emotionally rewarding.

And to wrap that all up with his eventual arrival on Mandalore could have been beautiful and epic. Finding the planet ravaged but not inhospitable to life, wandering the ruins of the city, and then finding his way into the mines to the Living Waters. Finding not a dark dank cavern with a museum plaque, but a sanctuary protected and preserved from the bombing of the surface by the sacred metal in its very foundation.

He walks into this beautiful place at the end of his journey, redemption for his sins right there within reach, and he reflects on what it means to be Mandalorian. Not the definition he was always taught, but what is means to HIM. What it will mean for his son. What it will mean for his scattered people.

And he does go through with the ritual bathing. He recites the Creed just as he did as a child, he walks into the water, and he doesn't feel much different for it. There's no big a-ha moment, no bright light shining down on him, no mythosaurs dragging him down, it's all a little underwhelming after all he's been through.

But as he's floating there, much more dressed down than he ended up being in the show, letting his vision adjust to being without the helmet, he notices there's murals all along the walls. The history of his people all laid out in brilliant color. Stories he's never heard, victories and defeats, heroes and villains, war and peace. His people were once mighty. They could be again.

And maybe he's STILL on the fence about it all, even after this experience. And it's not until he's drying off and watching Grogu splash in the shallow water that he realizes it's not about whether he wants to do it or not. Just as it wasn't really a choice to save Grogu from his fate, it's not really a choice to save his people. To revive their culture and their planet and bring everyone home again.

JUST imagine his speech that he gives to his covert but in the context of bringing their children home to live and play under their own system's sun.

The thing about Din is, from the get-go, he's a protector. He's a guardian, he's a caretaker, he can't help but want to help. A season devoted to further exploring his relationship with being Mandalorian and how that translates to his eventual decision to lead his people would have been sooooo so so good. I am literally always thinking about this and all the lost potential. He wouldn't even have had to STAY Mand'alor for this to work. He could have accomplished what he set out to do and then quietly stepped down and left the politics to someone else (NOT Bo-Katan, I still don't see any reason why she should be allowed anywhere near the throne after how much of her own fault it was the planet was lost in the first place, especially since she's clearly not interested in confronting or even admitting her guilt)

Like. Literally every fan theory I've seen about what S3 could have been is 100x better than what we've gotten. I have to believe its intentional sabotage at this point because no other explanation makes sense. This could have been an absolutely AMAZING season if it had followed up on any of the plot points it spent two and a half seasons establishing.

):

anyway id love to hear your theories and what you would have done with this season given the chance! Tell me your thoughts!!!!

#anyway this got out of hand real quick lmao #I just have spent so much time thinking about how off the rails this season went #and how easily it could have been amazing #SIIIIIIGHS #if I were more ambitious maybe I'd try to do an actual full season rewrite #I can just envision of some these scenes so clearly #I wish I could beam my thoughts onto paper #the mandalorian #thinky thoughts #mine

[cosmica-galaxy]

Idk if you've answered this before but how does the reproduction of Mimics work in your Mimic-verse? Like, does it work like humans or do they lean more towards like how birds or some other egg-laying creatures do? Or do they have an entirely different way of having offsprings? What's the gestation period before birth for if they mate with a human or other mimics? .

Um, sorry about this weird ask but I've been curious to ask this since your version mimics are, for the most part, organic ^^;

Mimics reproduce similar to humans, as they were the template for their existence for hundreds of years before the Skibidis killed them off...or at least killed MOST of humanity off. Gestation periods vary from mimic to mimic, as each one lives a different lifestyle. But their overall biologies are the same or mostly similar. For all human/mimic pairings:

It will depend on who is the carrier. If the mimic is the carrier, the young will arrive in around 6-7 months. If the human is the carrier, it will be closer to a standard 8-9 months. The brood will also vary from the type of mimic the human chooses to pair with. Giving a possibility of just a single child to multiple.

Camera mimics usually have multiple young in one sitting (so keep that in mind if you're gonna get with one XD), speaker mimics usually have only one to two babies per litter but triplets aren't super rare (just mostly uncommon and it's not very likely on newly-paired mates) , while TV mimics are more traditional and will only have one to two at max per litter. For all mimic/mimic pairings:

Camera mimics have the quickest gestation period with about 5 months being the shortest amount of time for an average litter of campups to arrive in the world, 6-7 months for larger litters. As a result of this, they are the most common mimic that one can find. Speaker mimics have the second longest gestation period with about 7 months being the time for a little speakitten to arrive into the world. The parents will hole away in a safe haven with their kin and the carrier will be cared for by the whole clan in a communal care system. This social behavior usually results in plump happy speakittens being welcomed into the world! TV mimics are VERY picky about their breeding practices and preferences. So a pregnant TV mimic is a rare sight, since an area needs to be perfect for a TV mimic couple to settle down to have a little one. They take the longest as well, with 8-9 months being required for a gestation period to develop a baby. Which also contributes to their rarity, no-doubt. Hybrids:

Hybrids in general are a mixed bag. When two different mimics meet, get along, and decide to contribute to the mimic population--anything can happen. When two gene pools are mixed together, the young can come out as few as one single baby to a large litter! That also makes their birth expectancy unpredictable. For example, if a camera mimic mated with a speaker mimic and the young was a camera-dominant hybrid, the pregnancy will be short and multiple young can be expected. But if the baby is speaker-dominant, it will take 7 months instead of 5 and may have a sibling or two as well. Same for any other mimic pairings as well. Special cases:

Large mimic variants can only breed after Origin has been released back into the world and they can only mate with other large mimics, as smaller mimics and large mimics are not compatible sexually.

The "crowned" variants of the large mimics are unable to breed entirely, they are sterile once their crown grows in and they devote themselves to serving Origin for the entirety of their lives. It doesn't bother them at all, as they view serving Origin as the greatest honor a mimic can achieve as well as how they eventually will "adopt" a trainee that will take their place once the time for their retirement comes. Origin themselves also can't breed, but can bring life into the world via creation. Similar to how they brought the mimics into existence long long ago. Other than that, they are above such "mortal desires and needs" and do not actively seek out any pleasure. They are probably considered asexual? If that's the correct term.

#this has been your mimic biology lesson 102! #haxorus imp #hax speaks #cosmica-galaxy #cosmica galaxy #skibidi tag #anonymous #anon asks #anon ask #skibidi mimic #skibidi toilet mimic

[definedbydaylight]

“It’ll Be The Last Time” - Matty Healy x F!Reader

Part 3

Masterlist: .°˖✧ Word Count: 2341 Warnings: angst, angst, and more angst, this whole series will have so much angst, also alcohol, smoking, drug use/mentions and a little smut as a treat xx also if you think any of my fics will include an accurate timeline of real life events then you're on crack

Series Summary: “You’ve known Matty since you were 14 and the boy has never failed to get on your last nerve, but over the years you two end up having unexplainable moments where you can’t help but feel you two are connected in a way you’ll never feel with anyone else, until one night he tells you something that may change how you view the boy forever…”

January 13th 2011

It's almost midnight and you're about to give a small speech in honor of the album, you're off to the side of the DJ Booth with Kelsey and the boys, well all except for Matty who still hasn't said a word to you in the hour that he's been here, you're both thankful and a little disappointed. Ross rubs your shoulders as Kels gives you the traditional best friend motivation spiel, you can't help but smile as you take in all the love and support from your favorite people, just as she finishes the DJ fades the music out and introduces you to the crowd, it's your turn to take the stage, as you walk on and take the mic your group cheers loudly.

"Haha yes thank you. Um, hello! I'm y/n l/n and I'm sorry to the club goers who are about to be subjected to my sad music, I promise some of them have at least an upbeat tune, and it's good music, well I think so anyway, some may say otherwise-"

"IT'S FUCKIN BRILLIANT!" George yells from the side.

"Oh lord, that's my dear friend George so he's a little biased, but thank you love. Anyway this album means a lot to me really, it's a collection of very personal songs, some that I've been working on probably years now. A lot of teenage angst went into this album which I think you'll be able to tell, and uhh, god I'm actually so nervous." You try to take even breaths as the crowd cheers you on.

"Right, so as a surprise I'm actually going to be performing my personal favorite song on the album, which I actually began writing at 18 and have been tweaking over the years, George the lovely fellow actually did the drums on this song cause I knew I wanted a good percussion track. Give him a round of applause as well." You pause and clap along with everyone else looking at him, he gives a small wave as you introduce the song. "Anyway this is Decode off of With Your Permission."

George enters the stage and takes a seat at the drums as the guitar starts you in, you look up to the crowd and make direct eye contact with Matty who stands perfectly centered in the small crowd, arms still tightly wrapped around the girl he brought, you feel your stomach turn.

How can I decide what's right? When you're clouding up my mind I can't win your losing fight All the time-

The crowd actually goes wild at the beginning of the song, the song which you'd been so worried no one would like or understand, but they're actually loving it. The confidence builds up inside you as you continue singing, Matty has stopped looking at you as this point and is violently making out with the girl as you approach your best verse, the verse about him.

-The truth is hiding in your eyes And it's hanging on your tongue Just boiling in my blood-

You're staring at him as he looks up at the perfect time for the song to make an impact on him.

-But you think that I can't see What kind of man that you are If you're a man at all Well, I will figure this one out

On my own (I'm screaming, I love you so) On my own (But my thoughts you can't decode)-

Kelsey is going crazy screaming along because of course you showed your best friend the songs beforehand, you'd never put anything out without her approval, her opinion is the only one in the world that really matters, the drum line intensifies as you begin to finish out the song.

-There is something I see in you It might kill me, I want it to be true

You're done and the crowds is cheering non-stop, George jumps up from his spot and rushes over scooping you up in his arms, he gives your cheek a kiss as he spins you around, soon Kelsey, Ross and Adam have also joined you on stage in a giant group hug of praise.

You're laughing as you try to bring the mic back up to your mouth. "And these are my amazing best friends, as you can see I have a wonderful support system, thank you all for listening, here is the rest of With Your Permission!" The DJ starts the next track as you all exit the stage.

You're all making your way over to your seating area, fresh drinks waiting for you at the table, but so is someone.

"Good performance, interesting song choice." Matty speaks up from his seat, the girl he was with nowhere to be seen.

"Thanks." Is all you can manage to say, George's arm around your waist tightens ready to defend you if he said anything rude.

"I got you a dirty shirley." Matty uses the tips of his fingers to push it towards you as you take a seat. "Still your favorite right?"

You give him a small smile, his tone sounds almost sad, but kind. "Always will be."

The rest of your friends sit, you've ended up between Matty and Kelsey in the rounded booth, and the conversation starts up easily. It feels like no time has passed when you're all together, like no matter what happens between anyone, the group will survive. Adam says something about some guy who he noticed has been pacing the bar back and forth hitting on every girl he can, and everyone laughs, noticing all his failed attempts. Matty adjusts his sitting position and his thigh rubs against yours and you take a sharp breath in at the close contact, no one really notices, no one except Matty of course who's turned to look at you, you can't help but look back at him.

He smiles at you. "So Decode?"

"Oh lord, not this." You laugh a little and put your face in your hands.

"No, no, it's good, bloody brilliant really. I reckon it'll be stuck in my head for a few weeks." He sounds flirty, and with all the alcohol in your system you can't really help but enjoy it.

"Yea?" George speaks up from the other end of the booth. "You should really listen to Under The Table, haven't gotten it out of my head since I first heard it."

"Ross has had to deal with me constantly playing the Like Real People do track you sent me on repeat for the last month, absolutely my favorite!" Kelsey gushes to you.

"Personally I say How Do I Tell You? is the best but I might be biased cause I helped with the guitar on it." Adam pipes in as well.

You smile big at all your friends singing their praise for your music.

"You've all heard them before?" Matty asks, sounding a little hurt.

Summer 2006:

It's a cold night, you've got a thick black cardigan wrapped around you as you sit on your front steps, smoking a joint you'd swiped from George the last time you'd seen him, which had been a while ago now. A few weeks after the party you two had decided to call off your situationship, nothing bad it was mutual, you both decided the weird tension the whole party ordeal had caused was too much, he was still one of your best friends. Everyone had staged a makeshift "intervention" for you, George and Matty to get over the whole thing, and it had gone surprisingly well, well enough that you were actually sat waiting for Matty to pick you up for a party. Kelsey had taken Ross on a trip with her family to Ireland, Adam was visiting with his dad's side of the family, and George had gone to California with his, so you and Matty had been trying to fill the gaps in your social life together.

You finish the joint as you see Matty's van pull up outside, you toss the end of the joint down and stub it out with your boot as you stand up making your way around the car to the passenger side, you hop in and Matty is looking at you with a huge grin on his face.

You look at him weird and laugh. "What's with the serial killer smile?"

"I have a surprise for you, but you have to wait till the party." He says turning forward and pulling out of your driveway as you buckle yourself in.

"Honestly terrified of what you have up your sleeve." You try to reach forward to change the radio station but Matty smacks your hand.

"Hey! Anyway you shouldn't be scared, in fact you should be kissing my fucking ass." He smirks still watching the road.

"Oh yeah?" You ask, raising an eyebrow. "And why is that Matthew?"

"Well you see June Bug." You groan at the nickname. "I happen to get my hands on something you've been dying to try."

You whip your head towards him, eye wide. "No! No you did not! Don't lie to me right now, I will be so mad if you're messing with me."

"Glove compartment." He winks at you.

You don't waste a second, you quickly open the compartment and resting inside on top of random papers and a car manual is a small baggie with white powder inside, you squeal and try to reach for it as Matty smacks your hand again.

"I said to wait till we're at the party!" He says seriously.

"But whyyyyy?" You whine.

"Cause it'll be your first time and I need to make sure we're safe before you ingest a drug you've never tried before."

You roll your eyes at him. "Don't say that like it's not your first time too."

"Well, actually-" He starts.

"Matthew Timothy Healy! You promised we'd try it together!" You pull out the puppy dog eyes.

"Listen love, I needed to make sure it wasn't janky coke, I didn't want it to kill you or something, needed to know what we were getting into so I could be sure you'd be okay." You smile at that.

"Oh Matty." You say leaning your head on his shoulder. "Always my knight in shining armor, the man who cares about me the most."

"Oh fuck off." He laughs, shrugging you off his shoulder.

He parks the car down a side street and grabs the baggie before you two make your way into the party, not one of Josh's this time, but a friend of his that he'd invited you both to, who also happened to live in a GIANT house, bigger than Matty's even. You both opt to do shots before anything else, you mention needing to be intoxicated to deal with the awful choice of music, Matty smiles and agrees with you taking your hand and dragging you to the kitchen to find something.

After a few vodka shots he grabs a 6 pack of ciders and you both made your way to one of the, what you assume is, many bathrooms, you enter and lock the door setting up camp for the events that are about to take place. You crack open two ciders as Matty sets up two lines on the counter and rolls up a one pound note.

"Okay so basically-" He starts to explain.

"I know how to do it Matty, we've seen it in movies plenty of times." You interrupt.

"Right, sorry I forgot movies are the best form of education, miss know-it-all, but whatever there is one thing you need to know, the drip back is awful so prepare for a bad taste in the back of your throat." He then takes his line and tilts his head back.

He hands the rolled up note to you and presents the line to you like an absolute dork, you turn to the counter and take your turn, tilting your head back afterwards like he had. He was right, the taste was god awful, but the feeling overshadowed the taste, you turn to him eyes wide.

"Holy fuck." Is all you say and he starts laughing. "No I'm serious Matthew this is fucking awesome."

"Yea?" He asks, smiling at you.

"Yes, god I could kiss you right now." You laugh.

He just stares at you smiling, and you can't help but smile at him even larger, you're both just sitting on the bathroom floor now, staring and giggling at each other, smiles never leaving your faces. You both take another line and afterwards you reach for a second cider, you drink trying to wash the taste out and some of it drips down the side of your mouth, as you set the can down Matty's hand comes up to your face to wipe off the liquid, his thumb slightly touches the corner of your mouth and it's like the same switch had been flipped as it had at the dance.

In seconds you two are on each other like rabbits in heat, but it's not fast paced, in fact it's almost antagonizing how slow it is, but it's amazing nonetheless, like if what you felt with him the first time you kissed times ten. Your mouths moved in perfect sync, the taste of his tongue on yours was almost as addicting if not more than the high you both had. He quickly scoops you up and sets you up on counter and pulls you forward so your bodies are flush against one another, one hand now on you jaw as his other has made its way up your leg and under your skirt, his thumb rubbing at your inner thigh, you can feel the wetness pooling in your underwear as he pulls away to breath.

"Fuck- Matty." You whine.

"Yea baby? What do you want?" He asks, his lips making their way to the crook of your neck.

"You, want you." Your hand tugs on his curls and he moans.

His hand toys with the edge of your underwear as he speaks. "Then have me June Bug."

Part 4 (coming soon-ish)

a/n: whelp here it is, sorry for the smut tease i couldn't help it, i promise the next part will have actual smut, anyway past Matty and reader have reconciled! but future Matty and reader are still iffy but who knows?? huh? anyway a chapter to end the night xx

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[conjuremanj]

How To Build A Ansestor Altar+ Ritual Setup.

As you know Hoodoo is a practice of ancestral veneration. The honoring of spirits and even working and praying to our ancestors is practiced around the world and in many cultures. Many African religions have the belief that your ancestors play a active role in your life.

The spirits of the dead are invited into our household so that they may provide us with blessings and protection. Maintaining a connection with our dead ancestors is a foreign to most Americans because Christianity permeates our culture. But Christianity teaches that death is the end then we move on, buts that not all to some good mediums says that after death life still goes on they talk, have get togethers even eat & drink their favorite foods. Not to survive like we need it for but to injoy.

For those who are seeking to practice traditional hoodoo, it can sometimes be difficult to talk about the fears of life and death. Hoodoo like many African traditions, that sees life and death as a journey for the soul. Where our lives in the world of the living world ends one day and it rises on the spiritual plane (Heaven) where our souls continue to live.

Without the assistance of our ancestors, Spirit guides and of course GOD, trying to perform workings is would be a waste time and energy. The spirits don't just power magical workings, they also guide our steps so that we can avoid negative situations and recover from our mistakes quickly. The real strength of a root doctor/ conjure man comes from the ability to provided help and to write a prescription that would best fit the needs of a client or ourselves with the help of our ancestors through and a altar.

Now you don't half to have your full altar decacated to just the ansestors it can be to our guides (there important) a Saint, God all of these things can be added to your altar space.

"Creating an ancestor altar or even a altar period don't always seem worth it to newcomers, and usually skipped over for the magic part of it".

Creating An Ancestor Altar:

Before You Begin let me share how to properly do this traditionally. When creating a altar it's not only about just any of your ansestors, you must find ansestors that either have pratice hoodoo or know about it, that person with your guides will guide you the right way. Now this doesn't mean you can't put a deceased sibling, parents or grandparents you can but the ones that will help the most in your practice is the ansestor that knows it the most. My advice to you is do what I mentioned above and a reading to know which spirits want to be on your altar. (See post on spiritual court) it can talk a while so be patient.

Find a place in your home where there's not many people that will see your altar or walk by. You can also use your closet. Now i know most people would say that you shouldn't put your altar in the bedroom the reason for this is the spirits, when you get good at this practice and you made a connection with your guides, ansestors, God that space will have spirit traffic and it can get annoying if your a medium and it could affect your dreams and sleeping pattern and that can happen but that basically new age hoodoo or spiritualism not traditional but you can choose your room if you want to.

2. When you’ve decided on the right space, which can be a higher table or a low table to kneel to pray. Next you can clean your surface with Holy Water, Florida Water, or Incense like palo santo after say a prayer over the table expressing a desire for it to act as a holy space.

3. Find a cloth for your altar. Most commonly white cloth is used which ever you like would do.

4. The first thing on your ancestor altar should be the Bible. If you want The Bible can be placed in the center of your altar. The Bible is a powerful book of prayers. (Also, it is likely that your ancestors were Christian and they will respond to verses that were familiar with them)

5. Place a white candle above your Bible. The candle acts as a beacon drawing spirits closer to us. (It's great for guides and God)

6. Add a wine glass full of water (any cup would do) next to the candle. We place the glass of water on our altars to make a stronger connection with the spirits. Keep water on your altar and change it weekly. Water is divine and aids in your ancestors’ communication with you.

7. Place a picture of your ancestors to the left and right of your Bible, candle and glass of water. Their pictures help to strengthen your connection. )Don’t worry if you don’t have pictures of them) other things that can be added to your altar to strengthen the connection.

If you have other religious items like statues, cards or personal thing you want to add do it

This set up is the essentials needed to make an ancestor altar. If you can’t afford anything extra or if you don’t have much space to work with them start with this basic setup. You can always add more to your altar as I mentioned above.

If you have other religious items like statues, cards or personal thing you want to add do it either from you or passed down.

Offerings: When it comes to offerings you want to add things that they would like. The common offerings to your altar would be water.

Other offerings that some spirits would like us coffee, rum, and food. You can use small glasses and plates to place your offerings on.

Add Items: That are significant to your spiritual practice on your altar, like some type of divination tools. These tools will come in handy in clarifying the message that might come through your altar.

Finally: Place an image of a spirit known for protection on your altar. It’s always best to have a working relationship with the spirit you chose to place on the altar, but if your beginning you might not have a working relationship with a spirit of protection so use this time to begin communicating with that spirit as well. I suggest Saint Michael or the Virgin Mary. This spirit will act as a guardian between you and any random spirits that may be attracted to your altar, your spirit guides are important to build a relationship with as the guide you through like and can help you to connect to others. God is the big on you want to build a relationship with so pray or just talk to him this will help because he's the one who does everything for is. Also place an extra candle and glass of water next to the image of your protector and guide, and even God to show your appreciation.

Other Common Items: You can choose to add things like dirt from a families grave, incense & burner are very important, candle snuffer, a bell or rattle or important, flowers, and Holy Water, Florida Water. (See my post on insense and rattles & bells)

How you arrange the items on your altar is a matter of personal preference. The water, coffee and rum should be cleaned and refreshed at least once a week. Any food offerings should be left on the altar until it has lost all life and becomes stale. Your candles should be replaced as soon as they go out.

Working Ritual at your Ancestor Altar: Now that your ancestor altar is completely set up, it’s time to begin welcoming the spirits into your home. Begin by inviting your ancestors to “sit” at your altar. This can be achieve this with a three-day long ritual that is intended to prepare the space.

This ritual is truly traditional, now you don't have to do this step but it can help to make a strong connection.

Day 1- At your altar, try to imagine the faces of those who have passed. Take as much time as you need to really make a connection. After your prayers, visit their grave site if you can.

Day 2- Prepare meals that they would like.

Day 3- Bring them a gifts as an offering. Light your altar candles and sit in quiet meditation and prayer.

After you have invited them to your altar make sure to spend time with them. Pay attention to your dreams and to your intuition during this process. Your ancestor will eventually respond to your prayers so pay attention.

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[bumblepony]

Okay, it's getting colder here and I need warm thoughts. I demand you share with me three Tommy/Maria autumnal headcanons.

(I demand politely with hat in hand). xx

Oh this is a lovely one and strangely enough one I've thought about. I'm actually going to give you six as a bonus. Three Canon verse HC and Three no apocalypse verse HC.

No Apocalypse Verse

1. Tommy is a huge apple cider fan—all things apple cider, the drink, the donuts, the scent. If it's fall, it's apple cider. Maria is a Pumpkin Spice girl. Fall is all things PS all the time. There are wars in the T/M household on what is better. Tommy once spent a week on the couch when he changed out all the candles in the house to apple-scented candles when Maria wasn't looking. Maria once had to buy Tommy two jugs of apple cider when she changed his Starbucks order to a PSL on the app instead of an apple cider macchiato as a joke.

2. They love fall foliage tours. They've been up to the Adirondack every year to take the train ride that goes through the mountains. They are major leaf peepers, and it drives Joel crazy because every year, they try to get him and Tess to go. Joel could care less about the turning of the leaves, and Tess could care less too, honestly, but she loves to fuck with Joel, so she'll set them up to go just to drive him crazy.

3. Once they have their first son Mateo, who just so happens to have been born in the fall, (which was not in any way orchestrated by Maria keeping meticulous track of her cycles so she could make sure when the best moment for conception would be) they do a photoshoot of him in a pumpkin each year. Then, when they have their daughter Tilly (also born in the fall, hmmm, Tommy's starting to ask questions), the tradition continues. By the time little Solana is born also in the fall (okay Maria this is gettin' ridiculous darlin' how did I not notice you were doin' this.) It's a whole thing: baby, toddler, and kid in a pumpkin. It's getting harder and harder to find big enough pumpkins. When the kids are all grown up, they get together to do a joke photoshoot of a reenactment of their first group photo as kids for Tommy and Maria's anniversary gift. Tommy laughs so hard he snots whiskey out of his nose. Maria laughs too but she also gets Teary-Eyed at seeing all her babies so grown up. It goes on the living room wall in a place of honor and never comes down.

Canon Verse

1. Maria is the one doing all the fall activities in Jackson, she loves it, it's one of her favorite times of year. When Tommy comes along he wholeheartedly throws himself in as well. It's actually how they end up falling in love. One late night while Tommy is helping her get the sting lights up for the fall dance, he turns them on and she looks so beautiful in the glowing bulbs that he can't help but tell her and then fate is set.

2. Tommy hates Halloween, always has. Part of it could be the time he snuck down to watch the Halloween movie from the stairs when he was 8 years old, and his big brother, at 13, was watching the movie with his then-friend Shawna, who he very much wanted to be his girlfriend in hopes that she would cuddle close to him during the jump scares. She did, and they were blissfully together for a whole week; Joel even got his first French kiss from it. But all Tommy got was nightmares about Micheal Meyers trying to break into his house on Halloween to kill him and his family. So yeah, Tommy doesn't like Halloween. But every year, he sucks it up and puts on the brave Uncle Tommy face and the goofiest of costumes to make first Sarah happy and then Ellie 20 years later. Because that's what good uncles do. Maria knows, though, and she does everything she can to try and make the holiday as stress-free as she can for him. They have no decorations inside the house, and what they do have outside is the bare minimum, and it's all silly, not scary.

3. Tommy and Maria still love the fall foliage. Their favorite thing to do is to sit outside on their porch in Jackson, Tommy siping his hot apple cider and Maria siping her PS coffee that she makes herself, and they watch the seasons change. Both of them are secretly happy that their little community ended up in a part of the US that has the change of the seasons. On beautiful fall days, Tommy likes to take Maria outside of Jackson into the woods with all the leaves, and they pile them up and dance in them. Ellie lets them borrow her walkmen so they can each put one headphone in one ear each and listen to the music as they sway together.

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[stereden]

Statement regarding all my fics and fanworks

Okay folks. I don't want to be making this announcement, but since I just found out that someone was putting my fic(s) on youtube without my permission, here we are.

I do not give anyone permission to put my fics, in any format, on youtube or any other platform than AO3.

I do not give anyone permission to repost my fics anywhere, add them to anthologies, or post them on any other website.

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So if you see my work anywhere other than AO3, with or without credit, please let me know as soon as possible so I can report it and get it taken down, especially if the person in question is making money off of my work.

However!

I have stated repeatedly in the past that podfics, translations and fanart are fine, but I prefer to be asked first in the case of podfics and translation - mostly so I can tell you if someone else is maybe already working on that particular fic's podfic/translation in a particular language. I also require you to put a link back to the originals with the "inspired by" tab on AO3 and to state clearly that you're podficcing/translating my work. And please tag me in your fanarts, because I will absolutely flail at them!

In regards to the pirate code/lore, because I've been asked multiple times in comments/on tumblr/on discord:

While I'm super happy that you're enjoying my worldbuilding, please note that the pirate code, its tenets and the oaths and associated traditions, as depicted in my fics, are my original creations and not something I've agreed to let others use in their stories as is, since I'm also using them in original writing projects that I'm working on.

I don't mind if any of you want to use some elements of my works as inspiration for your writing, like the idea of a pirate code or pirate culture and traditions, but please do not use the specifics as described and worded in my fics. Create your own instead, or research historical pirate traditions for more inspiration!

When it comes to the main Watashitachi wa Roger kaizoku desu (we still stand proud) series/verse and cast (AKA anything to do with Shanks and Buggy, or original events or characters mentioned in my fics that aren't in canon) I'm currently not giving anyone permission to write in the verse because I have plans for them, I just haven’t gotten around to writing them/posting them.

Outtakes focusing on other characters reactions to the mess that is Marineford, or "characters reading the fic" fics are more than fine (and I’m super flattered and honored!), again as long as you ask me first, link back to me and let me know where to read it, but expanding on things like Depa or Buggy's capture by Shiki are things i'm planning on doing in the future so please leave those to me

The same goes for my OC's, though I might give permission in specific circumstances, but once again: ask me first.

I know the saying goes 'better to ask for forgiveness than for permission'. Not in this case. Ask the youtuber mentioned earlier how I responded to that.

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[apocrypals]

Just wanted to let you know that apocrypals has helped me a lot since my friend put me onto it. My experience is fairly similar to what Benitio has described on the podcast (except I was a Missouri Synod Lutheran, not Southern Baptist).

I really appreciate how you both pick out verses that you like when you read a text, and in particular how you say you feel real feelings about them (comfort, encouragement, "i-can-relate") even though they're using God language you don't necessarily believe in anymore.

At this time of year, I really miss the hymns and traditions of my upbringing, and I'm trying to incorporate them into my personal traditions for All Saints/Reformation Day/Thanksgiving while still honoring all the reasons I left the church (and if I'm feeling this way about November things, you can imagine how Christmas is a shitshow. Don't even get me started about Easter). So hearing that there are others that have gone through a similar deconversion experience as me who are still engaging with and appreciating the traditions/scriptures while holding the God part separate is helpful.

Anyway, happy (belated) Halloween, Happy Reformation Day (from the good Lutheran girl in me), and Merry Christmas (since I'm sure you're celebrating already). It's festive time!

❤️

Thank you so much for this note. I wish you all the best in finding your way to new traditions and finding the right balance of old and new. I feel confident that you’ll get there 👍

And yes, definitely dipping into Christmas already, obvs

[writerofthewinds]

Jason grace with an Arabic boyfriend.

A bunch of headcanons about him having an Arabic boyfriend. Although it says, boyfriend, this can apply to all genders @starlightshadowsworldadowsworld, I love your content, and I follow you and think that might interest you. since you are arab and Muslim.

Tell me if you want a part 2!

Jason loves listening to his boyfriend speak Arabic. Even though he doesn't understand the language, he finds the sound of it incredibly beautiful and soothing. Sometimes, when they're lying in bed together, his boyfriend will whisper sweet nothings to him in Arabic, and Jason will just close his eyes and bask in the sound of it.

Jason thinks his boyfriend is incredibly sexy when he belly dances. He loves watching his body's fluid, rhythmic movements and how effortlessly he seems to move. He's even tried to learn a few moves to dance with his boyfriend and impress him.

Jason enjoys trying out his boyfriend's favorite Arabic dishes. He loves the combination of spices and flavors and finds it a refreshing change from the food he grew up with. Sometimes, they'll cook together, and his boyfriend will teach him some of the traditional recipes passed down in his family for generations.

Jason is fascinated by Arabic calligraphy. He loves the intricate, flowing designs and how each letter fits perfectly with the others. He's even tried his hand at it a few times with mixed results.

Jason's boyfriend has excellent humor and loves telling him jokes in Arabic. Even though Jason doesn't understand most of them, he can't help but laugh at how his boyfriend delivers them, with a twinkle in his eye and a mischievous grin.

Jason has learned a few phrases in Arabic just so he can surprise his boyfriend. He loves seeing the way his boyfriend's face lights up when he hears Jason speaking his native language, and it makes him feel closer to him.

Jason thinks his boyfriend looks incredibly handsome in traditional Arabic clothing. He loves how the colors and patterns come alive on his boyfriend's skin and how regal and proud he looks when wearing it.

Jason has attended a few Arabic music concerts with his boyfriend and loves how passionate and emotional the music is. Even though he doesn't understand the lyrics, he can feel the intensity and depth of feeling that the performers put into their music, which moves him deeply.

Jason's boyfriend is a devout Muslim and respects and admires how he practices his faith. He's learned much about Islam from his boyfriend, giving him a greater appreciation for the religion and culture.

Jason loves hearing his boyfriend recite Arabic poetry. He's always been drawn to the beauty and complexity of the language, and hearing it put into verse is like music to his ears. His boyfriend's recitations are always so passionate and heartfelt, and it's something that Jason finds incredibly romantic.

Jason has learned a lot about Arabic history and culture from his boyfriend. He loves hearing stories about his boyfriend's family and ancestors and how they've overcome adversity and thrived despite their challenges. He's gained a deep respect and admiration for the resilience and strength of the Arabic people.

Jason finds the Arabic language to be incredibly romantic. Even though he doesn't understand it, he loves how it sounds when his boyfriend speaks. Sometimes, when they're alone, he'll ask his boyfriend to recite love poems to him in Arabic, so he can hear the words and feel their meaning wash over him.

Jason has attended a few Arabic weddings with his boyfriend and loves how they celebrate love and family. The food is always excellent, the music is lively and fun, and everyone is so happy and festive. He's always grateful to be included in these special occasions and feels honored to be a part of his boyfriend's culture and traditions.

Jason loves watching Arabic movies with his boyfriend. Even though he needs subtitles to understand what's being said, he loves the drama, the humor, and the way the stories unfold. He's become a big fan of Arabic cinema and loves discussing the different films and directors with his boyfriend.

Jason has learned to play a few Arabic musical instruments to accompany his boyfriend when he sings or plays. He loves the haunting, melodic sounds of the oud and the qanun and enjoys experimenting with different rhythms and melodies. It's a way for him to connect with his boyfriend on a deeper level and share his passion for music and culture.

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[gcthvile]

Valora and Vaegon Targaryen

Valora

valora targaryen was born amidst the flames of ambition and the icy winds of the north in the year 105 AC, the eldest daughter of daemon targaryen and evelyn stark. from her first breath, she exuded the fiery spirit and indomitable will of her targaryen ancestors, a true dragon in the making. with hair as pale as winter's snow and eyes as green as the forests of the north, valora was a vision of beauty and strength from the moment she entered the world. her presence commanded attention, her every movement imbued with the grace and confidence of a dragon in flight. raised amidst the splendor of the red keep, valora embraced her targaryen heritage with pride, her spirit unyielding in the face of adversity. from a young age, she displayed a fierce independence and a hunger for greatness that set her apart from her peers. as she grew, valora's martial prowess became evident, her skill with sword and bow rivaled only by her ferocity in battle. she trained tirelessly alongside the knights and warriors of house stark and house targaryen, honing her abilities to a razor's edge in preparation for the challenges that lay ahead. yet, beneath her fiery exterior, valora harbored a deep sense of duty and loyalty to her family and her house. she stood as a steadfast defender of house stark and house targaryen, her unwavering resolve a beacon of hope amidst the chaos and uncertainty of the times.

on a first glance at valora targaryen, one would be struck by her commanding presence and fierce beauty, a true reflection of her noble heritage. adorned in garments of the finest targaryen silk and stark wool, her attire speaks of both elegance and strength, tailored to accentuate her slender form and martial prowess. around her neck, a simple yet elegant pendant hangs, fashioned in the shape of a dragon's wing, a subtle nod to her targaryen lineage. her ears are adorned with small silver earrings, their intricate designs reminiscent of the sigils of house stark and house targaryen, a testament to her dual heritage. in her hair, braids cascade like rivers of silver, woven with small gems and crystals that catch the light with every movement. her attire is practical yet refined, allowing for ease of movement on the battlefield while still maintaining a regal air befitting her noble birth.

as one spends more time in the company of valora, additional details about her character and personality would gradually come to light, revealing the complexity and depth of her nature. beyond her martial prowess and noble bearing, valora possesses a strength of character that is evident in every aspect of her being. she is fiercely independent and unyielding in the face of adversity, her resolve unwavering even in the darkest of times. valora's sense of duty to her family and her house runs deep, guiding her every action and decision. she is fiercely loyal to those she holds dear, willing to sacrifice everything to ensure their safety and prosperity. while Valora may project an aura of fierceness and determination, those who know her well understand that beneath her stoic exterior lies a heart filled with compassion and empathy. she cares deeply for the welfare of others, and will go to great lengths to help those in need, regardless of their station. despite her prowess on the battlefield, valora possesses a keen intellect and insatiable thirst for knowledge. she is well-read and well-versed in a variety of subjects, from history and politics to philosophy and literature, and enjoys engaging in stimulating conversations with those who share her intellectual curiosity. valora holds a deep reverence for the traditions and customs of her noble lineage, particularly those of house stark and house targaryen. she takes pride in upholding the values of honor, duty, and loyalty that have guided her family for generations, and seeks to preserve their legacy for future generations to come. despite her outward strength and confidence, valora grapples with her own inner demons and insecurities, struggling to reconcile the expectations placed upon her by society with her own desires and ambitions. she wrestles with doubts and fears in the quiet moments of solitude, a reminder of her own humanity amidst the chaos of the world.

if valora truly trusts someone, they would be granted access to the deepest chambers of her heart and soul, revealing aspects of her character that she guards fiercely from the outside world. behind the armor of her fierce demeanor lies a vulnerability that she rarely shows to others. to those she trusts implicitly, valora would reveal her fears, doubts, and insecurities, allowing them to see the cracks in her facade and the struggles she faces in her quest for greatness. despite her outward stoicism, valora experiences a depth of emotion that runs as deep as the ocean. In moments of trust and intimacy, she would share her joys and sorrows, her triumphs and failures, allowing others to glimpse the full spectrum of her humanity. true strength, in valora's eyes, lies not in the absence of weakness, but in the ability to confront and overcome it. to those she trusts, she would reveal the true extent of her resilience and fortitude, showing them the depths of her courage and determination in the face of adversity. valora's trust is a precious gift, bestowed upon only a select few who have proven themselves worthy of her confidence. to those she trusts implicitly, she would offer her unwavering loyalty and support, standing by their side through thick and thin, no matter the cost. beneath her steely exterior, valora possesses a deep well of compassion and empathy for others. to those she trusts, she would extend a hand of kindness and understanding, offering comfort and solace in times of need and guidance in times of uncertainty.

valora's dragon hatching occurred during a momentous event in her life, marking a pivotal turning point in her journey as a dragonrider. the hatching took place amidst the fiery splendor of dragonstone, where ancient legends and prophecies whispered of the return of dragons to the world. the dragon that emerged from its egg bore a striking resemblance to its fiery heritage, its scales shimmering like molten gold in the light of the flames. With wings outstretched and eyes ablaze with primal fury, it exuded an aura of power and majesty that left all who beheld it in awe. as the flames subsided and the dragon took its first tentative steps, valora knew that she had been chosen for a greater purpose. with a heart full of courage and determination, she approached the dragon, extending her hand in a gesture of trust and friendship. in that moment, a bond was forged between valora and her dragon, a bond that transcended mere words and actions. zhe named her dragon "aurora," in honor of the fiery dawn that heralded the birth of a new era for house targaryen.

-valora is not only a skilled warrior but also a masterful dragonrider. she shares a deep bond with her dragon, aurora, and together they are an unstoppable force on the battlefield, their connection allowing them to anticipate each other's movements with uncanny precision. -valora possesses a keen strategic mind, able to devise cunning battle plans and outmaneuver her opponents with ease. she understands the importance of timing and positioning in warfare, using her intellect to turn the tide of battle in her favor. -despite her fiery temperament, valora is known for her level-headedness and pragmatism. she serves as a voice of reason and counsel to her family and allies, offering sage advice and guidance in times of crisis. -valora has a deep-seated sense of justice and compassion, often using her position of power to champion the rights of the downtrodden and oppressed. she is fiercely protective of those under her care, willing to lay down her life to ensure their safety and well-being. -valora is acutely aware of the weight of her family's legacy and the expectations placed upon her as a scion of house targaryen. she strives to honor the memory of her ancestors and uphold the values of honor, duty, and loyalty that have guided her house for generations. -valora is a lifelong learner, constantly seeking to expand her horizons and deepen her understanding of the world around her. She is well-versed in a variety of subjects, from history and politics to the arcane mysteries of magic and prophecy. -beneath her fierce exterior, valora possesses a heart as passionate and fiery as the dragons of old. she is driven by a burning desire to leave her mark on the world, to carve out a legacy worthy of her noble lineage and the dragonblood that flows through her veins.

Vaegon

vaegon targaryen, the youngest son of daemon targaryen and evelyn stark, emerged into the world amidst the swirling mists of the north in the year 113 AC. unlike his fiery sister, valora, vaegon bore a striking resemblance to his mother, with hair as black as midnight and eyes as violet as the evening sky. from a young age, vaegon displayed a quiet and contemplative nature, his thoughts often turning inward as he pondered the mysteries of the world around him. while his sister reveled in the thrill of battle and courtly intrigue, vaegon found solace in the tranquil solitude of the godswood, where he communed with the spirits of his ancestors beneath the whispering leaves of the ancient weirwood trees. though he lacked his sister's outward bravado, vaegon possessed a strength of character and resilience that set him apart. he was steadfast and unwavering in his loyalty to his family and his house, his every action guided by a sense of duty and honor that echoed the ancient oaths sworn by his forebears. as he matured, vaegon's strength and determination became evident to all who knew him, his quiet resolve a testament to the indomitable spirit of jouse stark and house targaryen. he trained diligently in the martial arts, honing his skills with sword and shield under the watchful eye of seasoned warriors, his every movement infused with a grace and precision that belied his youth. despite his reserved nature, vaegon possessed a fiery passion that burned brightly within him, a flame fueled by the dragonblood that flowed through his veins. though he may not have sought out glory or renown like his sister, he was no less determined to leave his mark on the world, to carve out a legacy worthy of his noble lineage and the ancient traditions of his house.

on a first glance at vaegon, one would be struck by his understated elegance and quiet strength, a true reflection of his noble lineage and character. adorned in garments of the finest northern wool and targaryen silk, his attire speaks of both practicality and refinement, tailored to accentuate his slender form and martial prowess. around his neck, vaegon wears a simple pendant fashioned from silver, bearing the sigils of house stark and house targaryen intertwined, a symbol of his dual heritage and unwavering loyalty to both. his ears are unadorned, his preference for simplicity and functionality evident in every aspect of his appearance. in his hair, vaegon's midnight-black locks are neatly trimmed and styled, framing his face with a sense of quiet dignity and resolve.

as one spends more time in the company of vaegon, additional details about his personality would gradually come to light, revealing the depth and complexity of his nature. beyond his reserved demeanor, vaegon possesses a keen intellect and sharp wit. he is well-read and well-versed in a variety of subjects, from history and strategy to philosophy and politics. in conversations, he demonstrates a depth of insight and understanding that belies his quiet nature. while vaegon may appear stoic on the surface, those who know him well understand that he experiences a full range of emotions beneath the mask of his composure. he is capable of great empathy and compassion, though he may not always show it openly. vaegon's sense of duty to his family and his house is unwavering, guiding his every action and decision. he takes his responsibilities seriously, willing to sacrifice his own desires for the greater good of those he serves. vaegon possesses a strategic mind, able to analyze situations and anticipate outcomes with remarkable clarity. He is skilled at devising plans and strategies, often serving as a valuable advisor to his family and allies in times of need. above all, vaegon is a loyal and dependable companion, steadfast in his support of those he cares about. he is a man of his word, his loyalty unwavering even in the face of adversity. vaegon finds solace and inspiration in the natural world, often seeking out moments of quiet contemplation amidst the beauty of the northern wilderness. He has a deep reverence for the ancient traditions of his house and the sacred bond between the starks and the land.

if vaegon truly trusts someone, they would be granted access to the deepest chambers of his heart and soul, revealing aspects of his character that he guards fiercely from the outside world. behind his stoic exterior lies a vulnerability that he rarely shows to others. to those he trusts implicitly, vaegon would reveal his fears, doubts, and insecurities, allowing them to see the inner struggles and complexities that shape his character. though he may appear reserved, vaegon experiences a depth of emotion that runs as deep as the ocean. in moments of trust and intimacy, he would share his joys and sorrows, his triumphs and failures, allowing others to glimpse the full spectrum of his humanity. true strength, in vaegon's eyes, lies not in the absence of weakness, but in the ability to confront and overcome it. to those he trusts, he would reveal the true extent of his resilience and fortitude, showing them the depths of his courage and determination in the face of adversity. vaegon's trust is a precious gift, bestowed upon only a select few who have proven themselves worthy of his confidence. To those he trusts implicitly, he would offer his unwavering loyalty and support, standing by their side through thick and thin, no matter the cost. beneath his reserved demeanor, vaegon possesses a deep well of compassion and empathy for others. to those he trusts, he would extend a hand of kindness and understanding, offering comfort and solace in times of need and guidance in times of uncertainty.

vaegon's journey to hatch his dragon was a tale of patience, perseverance, and spiritual awakening. unlike his sister valora, whose dragon hatched amidst the fiery splendor of dragonstone, vaegon's encounter with his dragon took place in the heart of the northern wilderness, amidst the ancient forests of the wolfswood. it was during a pilgrimage to the sacred grove of the old gods that vaegon experienced a profound spiritual awakening, his senses attuned to the whispers of the wind and the rustle of leaves. as he knelt before the towering weirwood tree, lost in silent communion with the spirits of his ancestors, a feeling of peace and serenity washed over him, filling him with a sense of purpose and clarity. in that moment of transcendent connection, vaegon felt a stirring deep within his soul, as if something ancient and primal had awakened within him. and then, with a deafening roar that echoed through the forest, a dragon emerged from the depths of the grove, its scales shimmering like emeralds in the dappled sunlight. unlike the fearsome dragons of old, this dragon possessed a serene and ethereal beauty, its form wreathed in wisps of mist and shadow. Its eyes, like pools of liquid silver, bore into vaegon's soul, filling him with a sense of wonder and awe. in that instant, vaegon knew that he had been chosen by the spirits of the forest to become a dragonrider, a guardian of the ancient bond between the starks and the land. with a heart full of reverence and gratitude, he approached the dragon, extending his hand in a gesture of trust and acceptance. and so, amidst the whispering trees of the wolfswood, vaegon forged a bond with his dragon, a bond that transcended the boundaries of time and space. he named his dragon "silvershade," in honor of its shimmering scales and the mystical aura that surrounded it, a testament to the sacred connection between man and beast, spirit and flesh.

additional details about vaegon

-vaegon possesses a deep connection to the mystical and magical forces that permeate the world of westeros. he is attuned to the ancient energies of the land, often finding solace and guidance in the whispers of the old gods and the spirits of his ancestors. -espite his martial upbringing, vaegon possesses a hidden talent for the arts. he is skilled in the practice of calligraphy and painting, often finding inspiration in the natural beauty of the northern landscape and the intricate patterns of the night sky. -vaegon is an avid reader and collector of books, with a vast library of tomes and scrolls that span a wide range of subjects. he finds solace in the written word, often losing himself in the pages of ancient texts and epic tales of heroism and adventure. -vaegon's thirst for knowledge knows no bounds, driving him to seek out new experiences and explore the mysteries of the world around him. he is a lifelong learner, constantly seeking to expand his horizons and deepen his understanding of the world and its inhabitants. -vaegon is deeply spiritual, with a reverence for the ancient traditions and rituals of his house and the mystical forces that govern the world. he spends hours in quiet contemplation and meditation, seeking to commune with the spirits of his ancestors and gain insight into the mysteries of the cosmos. -despite his targaryen heritage, vaegon holds a deep love for the morth and its people, seeing himself as a guardian of the ancient traditions and values that define the region. he is fiercely protective of the north and its way of life, willing to defend it against any who would seek to threaten its sovereignty.

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