#ancient orgins

[ancientorigins]

👰Wedding dress of Princess Sissi 1854

#princess sissi #ancient #ancient orgins

[historical-kitten]

Ancient Roman Poets on a Modern Date

Catullus (Gaius Valerius Catullus)

If you meet him before Lesbia, he will be charming, eloquent, and happy to go wherever you like, although his funds could be limited. Even so, he'll make sure you both enjoy yourselves. Theater or concert tickets in the plebian--nosebleed--section, for instance. If you meet him after Lesbia, there is a possibility he will spend the entire time trauma-dumping about his ex. If you also have one to complain about, this could be cathartic.

Virgil (Publius Vergilius Maro)

He takes you out to his beehive dressed in full bee-keeping gear to introduce you to his bees and then goes inside, where you sample different varieties of honey drizzled over fruit. He is sweet, but does talk about fields and bees a lot.

Ovid (Gaius Valerius Catullus)

Let's be honest. This might be more of a Tinder or Grindr hookup than a date. However, it's possible you met at a theater, race track, parade, or seaside resort. If you are aro/ace, run away. If you aren't and you are interested in seeing if he truly is proficient as a teacher of love, stick around. Don't expect him to be faithful, however. And although his manners are perfect, remember that it's an art and a game to him, so guard your heart.

Horace (Quintus Horatius Flaccus)

He'll take you out for a night of expensive dining and pay for it solely because the friend of a friend that owns the place owes him. He is charming company and can get you into any exclusive club or private experience you want to go to, but will expect reciprocated favors. Also, he turns on the charm, but absolutely expects to be complimented in return.

Sulpicia

She plays hard to get initially, not wanting to be too obvious with her affection. The first date will be YOUR choice. Pick well and she'll follow that with a candlelit dinner and eternal devotion. She does have expensive taste, however, and she would absolutely report you to her scary uncle if you break her heart.

Martial (Marcus Valerius Martialis)

He takes you on a picnic. Despite this being in the country, he'll opt for fine wine and gourmet food. He's easy to talk to, funny, and catty with his gossip. However, he'll also go on about his childhood in the country and how he went hunting and fishing and how he misses the simple country life. (All while sipping from an expensive goblet.)

Livy (Titus Livius)

He takes you to a museum and acts as your tour guide throughout the entire thing. Who knew that your date would double as a living and breathing audio tour? You're supposed to eat at the museum cafe, but you may not make it there before it closes... If you're a fan of history, you're in for a treat.

Iullus Antonius

Iullus is a huge romantic and just as charming as his famous father. He will show up with flowers and take you on a date in a small, undiscovered restaurant and to a lot of cute places that are off the beaten path. Whether you hit it off romantically or not, he's the kind of guy who could be your ride or die. (Spoiler alert, when he says he's your ride or die, he's extremely serious. 💀)

Albius Tibullus

When he falls, he falls hard. He takes you on a date in an orchard. This includes picking grapes and then tasting wines. If the date is before he was entranced with one of the lovers he wrote about, all is well. If not, he might get a little teary eyed about his past love(s). He is polite, sweet, attentive, and apologetic though.

Juvenal (Decimus Junius Juvenalis)

He takes you to an expensive restaurant and makes it clear he is only paying for HIS meal. The entire time he criticizes everyone else in the restaurant for being posers and judges them based upon appearance, status, and gender. His date is not a safe place for anyone who doesn't fit his definition of traditional values. Definitely talks about kids these days and the degradation of society.

#inspired orginally by @just-late-roman-republic-things #ancient rome #ancient roman memes #classics memes #ancient roman poets #okay yes I added Iullus because I feel bad for him and Julia and I wish some of his poetry had survived #and yes some scholars believe sulpicia isn't actually a real historical figure or did not write the poems but I wanted representation #and personally Iullus or Virgil for first choices #tho I love catullus and would also pick him #national poetry month

[dandelion-blues]

The Blood of Gods

Liquid seeps into the soil.

The clash of metal ringing all around.

Red, a mortal’s plight.

To live such a short life.

Oh, Warrior given a moment of glory,

Of spilled blood for the Gods' need for gore.

Their armor dented,

But their hearts race free.

Free, but they're bound in chains.

A pretty golden chain for thee.

Scars among their bodies,

Proudly displayed battles won.

The battle a stage to be viewed,

Laughter and cheers or boos and jeers.

An arena of entertainment!

Gods clap, thunder follows.

Gods cry, rain falls.

Gods smile, and the sun sears.

Gods! Gods! Gods!

They must cheer.

Blood offered for Gods.

The immortal’s lips stained red.

Is it blood or wine?

The gods love it all the same.

Only in death can they be free,

But even death is ruled by immortal beings.

Thus, mortals left forever at the Gods' whims.

Lesser, worthless, insignificant things.

A bug to be crushed under their heels.

Their lives and deaths sacrificed to the Gods!

To bow before their superiors!

Kissing the dirt! It’s where they belong!

Grovel before the Gods’ magnificence!

Mortal’s eyes don’t deserve such beauty!

Eyes burned from their sockets, if they ever saw.

For Gods’ true sights are monstrous beings.

This poem is also connected to my PJO one-shot if anyone wants to read the full thing, and not just the poem 😆

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#percy jackson #jaytheen's orginals #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #dark percy jackson #dark jason grace #dark luke castellan #dark will solace #jason grace #luke castellon #will solace #poems and poetry #poems on tumblr #demigods #greek gods #gods #trauma #unwilling warriors #ancient greece #ancient greek #ancient greek mythology #roman gods #ancient rome #ancient history #roman empire #colosseum #fighting arena #dark demigods #gods being gods #gods and goddesses

[imagine-to-be-a-pike]

when some ancient louis vitton handbag says they are two sides of the same coin but some random person on tik tok said

(Merlin saying that maybe the sun is going to go out in about 5 billion years, but his sun has gone out long ago )

#those are the most beautiful words i have ever seen in my life #I dug half way through the gallery to find this #merthur #the once and future fandom #They are orginal moon/sun #god i love them #comofrt ship fr #merlin #arthur pendragon #klighharg is an oversized ancient Louis Vitton handbag #moon/sun

[casualhideoutkitten]

The Museum

She sits in the gallery, and takes a breath, observing her surroundings.

A David Bowie song plays on her new headphones.

Her vintage leather jacket weighs down with her phone.

The items on display are over a thousand years old.

All of these items, so different in time and origin, have come to be in this place, at this time.

Somehow, it all makes sense.

#orginal poem #time #museum #phone #vintage #leather #jacket #leather jacket #gallery #david bowie #headphones #old #ancient #history #time and place

[thingsphoenix21]

Poseidon: Can't believe we're on Hogwarts!

Hades: That's Buckingham palace.

Hestia: No, no. Shush.

Demeter: PLease I want to tell him.

Poseidon: Tell me what?

Hera: Poseidon, Hogwarts it's fictional. It's important to me that you know that.

Poseidon: Haha like Narnia, very funny sister.

Demeter: Narnia isn't real also, dipshit.

Poseidon: Zeus!

Zeus: They're right bro...

Hestia: But that's a pretty cool palace isn't it?

Poseidon: Bit shinny. So no hogwarts? No marauders? No Harry?

#greek myths #greek gods #ancient greek #ancient greece #incorrect greek gods #incorrect gods #greek incorrect quotes #incorrect greek myth quotes #the original six #poseidon fan of harry potter and marauders #you can't convice me otherwise #hades #poseidon #demeter #hera #zeus #hestia #the orginal six took a trip to london

[mjmburgering]

Rome Emperor

#photographers on tumblr #original photographers #original photography #orginal photographers #original photography on tumblr #photography #original artists on tumblr #black and white #black and white photography #rome #ancient rome #emperor #b+w photography #b+w

[siliconpoems]

‘Proto-Story XII’ Artwork (Watercolour, Salts, Inks and Digital Art), Spring 2022.

This artwork is part of a series of piece inspired by UK prehistory.

#prehistoric #prehistory #prehistoric art #prehistoric living #ancient culture #symbols #prehistoric rock art #rock art #neolithic #ancient design #nature #landscape #wild places #bronze age #relics #ritual #artwork #orginal

[dawn-t0-dusk]

Sleep Well, Papa

He thinks of it one evening,

         His papa sits, once again drunk

        There is a bottle of wine in his hand-

                 one that is set down with a thunk

        He looks at his father-

                 and thinks that perhaps-

                                                     perhaps-

        Papa died with his Mother.

Mama died in an inferno-

        A  blaze of fire which consumed rome.

        Papa used to compare mama to a bonfire-

                                            Cale was their little spark

                          (He doesn't say it anymore)

                 Fire is stained with the blood drenching the pyre

                 With the red of his mama’s hair and blood.

He thinks papa died because of that inferno too-

        He has been dead for months now

                 Drowned in a glass,

                 Burned down with Rome,

                 Buried with Mama.

Perhaps, he is all that is left of their family.

        the last remaining legacy

#original poem #prose poetry #writers and poets #poetry #ancient rome au #thefireof64 #historical events #lout of the count’s family #cale henituse #orginal cale #lcf cale #based on fanfic #that im writing #jour thames #daily poem #spilled ink #spilled prose #spilled poetry #poets on tumblr

[ego-osbourne]

Was gonna draw all of the brothers, but only had the motivation for two. These doodles aren’t even the best either but ehhhh

Basically showing how each of the brothers swear. Since they’re archangels they need to set a good example, but things slip (except for Raphy)

Luce doesn’t care. Luce swears whenever, but mainly to emphasize something, or if he’s angry.

Michael swears on occasion, but will immediately pray and repent for it, especially if someone else hears him swear. It’s to the point where it’s almost comedic how sorry he feels for it, and how his immediate repentance downplays what he was originally swearing about.

Raphael never swears. Never ever. He will actively avoid it and replace regular curses with safer words. He’s sweet like that.

Gabriel, uh, is an oddball. Gabe has been in a voluntary vow of silence for centuries now, but he used to swear on occasion for VERY specific reason. Gabriel’s voice is a weapon. As God’s messenger, a lot of things respond to his voice: should he cry/wail, it would rain and storm; should he yell, the ground would shake and even crack open; should he sing or laugh, plants would grow and flowers would blossom. He’s used his voice to silence others before (hello Zechariah), and even hurt others, so if he ever swore out of anger, uh, sorry bro your bones might melt but that’s just how it be /hj

And then Uriel. Uriel swears like a sailor without a care in the world. He swears about anything. Who cares.

Here was a concept for clothes to give Beata. Decided to give her som armor. The hair didn’t stay

And a small, non-canon doodle of Cain meeting Abel after so long. Cain’s demon form has rendered him MUCH larger and MUCH stronger than a regular man, like his twin (Cain and Abel are twins in AHOS). For a long long while I struggled with what to do with Cain after revealing him in AHOS. For a while I wanted him to be part of the Redemption Project (a plot point that I don’t think I’ve explained but I will at some point), but as I kept developing his personality it just didn’t fit. I have a better idea for him, now, but that could change, too. I’ll keep quiet about it for now

#my art #old art #ahos #a house of sins #Raphael #Michael #angel #archangel #Beata #Cain #Abel #saint michael #Raymond #Saint Raphael #demon #ancient demon #principality #orginal story

[1-800-papaya]

Filii deorum: Lovem, Neptunum et Orcum

Warnings: None _____________________________________________________________

The entrance hall for Olympus Collage is a magnificent marvel of divine power. Lorelai stands just beyond the gates, staring tiredly at the building. The misty shadows of the nether shield the young woman as she hesitates. Starting her senior year at the prestigious school meant her godly exams draw nearer. The courtyard beyond the pearly gates is full of other students; some she recognises from last year, but others are new. Andro pulls on his lead, itching to enjoy the pleasure of pats. His tail lightly pounds against her leg, trying everything to gain her attention. The shadows of the nether grow restless as she continues to still in its clutches, wispy voices practically screaming at her to leave the safety they offer.

“You must leave my child.” A dark, gravelly voice softly calls, earning a sigh from Lorelai’s month. This was the last thing she wished to happen. But she knew the longer she stood at the threshold of the nether, the more irritated the shadows would become, and soon they would call their King. Hades places a hand on his offspring’s shoulder; the pair share a glance before another sigh leaves Lorelai’s mouth. A silent conversation pushes the young woman over the edge, and the pearly gates slam behind her, the nether vanishing.

Andro barks loudly in happiness as a young nymph scratches under his chin. The trek through the courtyard towards registration was much longer than Lorelai would have ever wished. Many nymphs and spirits have clogged up the courtyard as they swam the Thunderbolts football team. Tall, muscular, godly sons (and one godly daughter) stood in a large cluster of bodies, torsos wrapped tightly with their varsity jackets. Lorelai rolls her eyes as she catches the end of a cheesy oneliner that rolls off the tongue of Thunderbolt Captain Taylor Diaz. Andro weaves his way through the crowd, and eventually, Lorelai finds herself standing before the Fates. The three women sat on old wooden chairs, weathered by age. The Middle Fate, Present, sat slightly taller than the other two.

“Name” Drawls Past. “Dabria Lorelai Huntington” “333”

The right fate hands Lorelai an envelope and ushers her along. The Olympus college campus is small when compared to other divine schools and Olympus itself. As such, the dormitories and classrooms occupy the same buildings. After tugging Andro away from what felt like the one-hundredth person, Lorelai finally made it to her dorm. Pushing open the door, a sense of shock washed over her. Instead of the usual two-person split, Dorm 333 was split three ways. Like every other year, the room was already decorated to fit each person's taste. A sense of disgust bubbled up to the surface. While one-third of the room is the perfect mix of darkness, death and books, the other two-thirds only filled her with dread. Andro quickly broke free from Lorelai’s hold and chased his shadow around the room.

“Nix mihi vires dabit, Neptunum prolemque Iovem (Nyx give me strength, both Poseidon and Zeus's offspring)”, Lorelai spoke softly, dumping her duffle bag harshly on her denim blue comforter. Andro simply nudged his owner's leg before settling on his matching bed.

Lorelai and Andro spent the morning and most of the afternoon alone. When the oak dorm door burst open next, Lorelai was lying on her bed, nose-deep in her Underworld 101 textbook. She barely glanced up before an audible groan slipped past her lips.

Almost ignoring her, a young man with golden blonde hair waltzed across the room and gracefully placed a pile of old dusty books on the gold-glided desk. Lorelai and Andro watched silently as he paced in and out of the room, adding more old dusty books and the occasional musical instruments. After nearly an hour of watching the young man fill his section of the room from her blacked-out corner, Lorelai decided to make her presence known.

“Loquere (speak)”

Andro’s loud and happy bark fills the room, scaring the poor man half to death. His golden locks shimmed in the light as his head snapped toward the wall of darkness he had initially thought was a wall. With slow, cautious steps, he approached the void.

“Hello,” his voice wavered slightly. Moving to sit cross-legged on her bed, Lorelai eyed the man’s closer; his sweater hung loosely off his shoulders, and his jeans hugged his thighs. “Salve (Hello)” “I’m sorry, I honestly didn’t think anyone was there. Sorry but…um, but my Latin was never really that good”, his face contorted in a way that brought a small smile to Lorelai’s lips. “Do you speak English?” “Yes, You may need to brush up on your Latin before the godly exams, filius Iovis” “Arh, so you know who I am?” “I just know you are not Taylor.” The man raised his eyebrows, but before he could answer, the dorm door again burst open.

Unlike the blonde standing before Lorelai, Taylor didn’t care for books or studying. He simply strolled into the room and belly-flopped onto his sea-blue comforter. His blue varsity jacket had been tossed haphazardly on the floor. Silence filled the room as Golden Hair stood stunned, and Lorelai watched, stone-faced. As quickly as he had entered the room, Taylor Diaz shot up and stared back at his new roommates with a lopsided grin.

“Well, isn’t this just fun?” his smile didn’t seem to fade as neither Lorelai nor Golden Hair answered. “Taylor Diaz, Son of Poseidon and Thunderbolts captain.” His hand stretched out, and a stiff shake was awaiting. Golden hair answered the dark-haired boy’s request.

“Nathaniel Fox, Son of Zeus and Senior class president” Taylor tilted his head to the side and looked towards Lorelai.

“You are”

“Vis scire non (Wouldn’t you like to know)?” Lorelai answered before she returned to the textbook lying in her lap. Taylor looked towards Nathaniel as if to say do you know her name. Only for Nathaniel to shake his head.

“Great, a no-name-speaking chick is our roommate for a year”, Groaned Taylor.

#percy jackson #orginal story #greek gods #greek mythology #ancient greek

[baldursgate3tempobsessed]

Astarion Very Happy Ending, Part 2

Hey y'all, so I did a part two of this because I love happy, insanely, fluffy romantic endings. So I'm going hard here. There will be one more part!

Also, don't judge my Gale x Shadowheart bs here 💀💀 Long story short, first playthrough that was abanadoned, I picked her orgin and did get sweeped up by the mage man. It has not left my brain since.

Also, this has a time skip! A pretty long one too (10 years)

~

Astarion had been having… thoughts lately. Ideas that he couldn’t quite shake. Nothing bad, no. There really wasn’t much to complain about in his life, not anymore. Not when he could walk in the sun freely, unburdened by parasites and his own vampiric nature. The two of you were free to explore the world with no shackles, not including your religious zealotry. And ironically enough, his own. 

Astarion would never have guessed that he’d ever become a Selune convert. Well… even now convert may have been to strong of a word. Yes, he was immensely appreciative for the whole sun immunity blessing and he did have a newfound respect for the work of her worshippers. But Astarion wasn’t exactly looking for a deity, or anyone, to be subservient to. Not again. No, he’d much rather watch his love do the dirty work for his savior than fully commit himself. Besides, just because he wasn’t devoted to Selune didn’t mean he wasn’t devoted to you. Which might as well have been the same thing. 

Astarion loved you, adored you really, but gods could you be nonsensical at times. He was so happy the two of you had met because someone had to keep this idiotic fanatic alive. Someone to remind you that no darling, not everyone is redeemable. Please put the goblin down.

But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy being your protector. It was the least that he could do considering everything you’d done for him. And he just… liked having a valid excuse to accompany you everywhere. Astarion had never imagined himself to be such a clingy lover, but here he was. The two of you had been attached at the hip for nearly a decade now, with no end in sight. You had built a life together, had friends together, adventures and celebrations that filled his days with endless excitement and amusements.

That is one thing Astarion had to give Selune and her worshippers, they didn’t exactly lead boring lives. Though he supposed half of that had to with just how involved the opposition was. The two of you had slaughtered enough acolytes of Shar over the years for him to know just how covert they really could be. But it wasn’t just bloodsport that made things interesting, though it certainly did help. The exploring for ancient artifacts definitely helped to fill the time, as well as the constant search to find a cure for the rest of his unholy symptoms. 

As great as being in the sun was, Astarion wasn’t quite satisfied with that being the end. It was almost certainly impossible to find a full on cure to being a vampire spawn but… that wasn’t stopping either of you from looking for it. It was morbid, but Astarion wanted his life to have an ending. A natural one like what he hoped for you, not one where he was doomed to immortality and bloodlust until the end of time. 

Thank the gods that he had managed to fall in love with an elf. It at least gave him centuries instead of decades to figure out a solution to an eternal problem. Which brought him back to his current problem. Because the two of you had many, many years ahead. And as far as Astarion was aware you both planned on spending them with each other. Which implied… certain things.

Astarion had never been someone to fantasize about marriage. He had no reason to, not when he had been too busy barely surviving. Even when things became serious between the two of you it hadn’t been on his mind. He was much more concerned with keeping you at all instead of keeping you forever. 

But that had changed recently. Maybe it was because he had seen you officiate countless weddings over the years; young couples always clamoring at a chance to get a newlywed Selune blessing. Or maybe it was how others took note of the lack of a ring on his finger, taking it as an opportunity for unwanted flirtation. But either way, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Obsessing about it really, as he was want to do when it came to you.

He just… didn’t exactly know how to broach the subject. What was the reason? A silly little ceremony and a ring had no bearing on the depth of your relationship. He knew that. The two of you were bound to each other by choice, a love that felt as though it got stronger every day. But… it would be nice to have you in such a way. For the world to be aware of the seriousness of what you had together, shown simply through a pair of rings. And the thought of calling you his wife was quite enticing. 

He wasn’t quite sure why he was so hesitant to bring it up to you. Well… there was the slight delusional thought in his head that reminding you of forever could possible wake you up into realizing just how much better you could do than him. It wasn’t true, he was aware. But gods, your relationship had lasted a damn decade. When was he going to start feeling secure about all of this? 

It didn’t help when Gale of all people beat him to the punch. He and Shadowheart had developed quite the bond since your tadpole days. And your excitement over the announcement was adorable. Adorable enough for him to wonder just how you would react to it happening to you.

But he shoved his worries to the back of his mind, too busy being dragged all the way to Waterdeep for the week-long nuptials. You were highly involved in the wedding, which wasn’t exactly a shock. Shadowheart had stayed your best, most appreciated friend throughout the years, the two of you eternally tied through your shared goddess alone. You wrote to each other constantly and this was far from the first time you had dragged him across the realm for a visit. 

But this was probably the best time. He had to give the people of Waterdeep this, they knew how to celebrate. He wasn’t one to complain over a week filled of music, dance, and drink. The ceremony had been nice as well. Heart-warming even to watch Shadowheart walk down the aisle, smiling in a way she never could when she was devoted to Shar. With Gale sniveling at the other end and you officiating of course. 

The jealousy had been an unexpected touch. He couldn’t help but wonder what you would look like in her place. Dressed in white and silver, walking towards him with eternity in mind. 

It certainly wasn’t helping his dilemma, he could tell you that much. He was still thinking about it when they made it to the reception. It was impossible to bury thoughts of marriage when you were at a wedding. Would you want a large celebration like this? Or something more small and intimate? Hells, the two of you and a cleric in the middle of the woods would suffice to him. 

“To think, Astarion Ancunín at my wedding in the sunlight,” Gale laughed as he plopped down in the seat next to him, effectively putting an end to his internal fretting, “Who would have ever imagined?”

“Certainly not me,” Astarion scoffed with the slightest hint of a smile, “But I suppose things change.”

“I suppose they do,” Gale agreed, his eyes scanning the dancefloor for his new bride. There she was, dancing and giggling with you in the middle of ballroom,  “I just never expected it to be for the better.”

“It is a wonder that we’re all still alive,” Astarion agreed, smiling to himself when Shadowheart dipped you as you laughed hysterically, nearly falling over herself in the process, “Let alone being able to find love. Who would have thought the worshiper of the goddess of the dark would end up here.”

“Turns out she was hiding quite the personality behind the Shar mask,” Gale laughed, “Though I suppose we have Tav to thank for that. It was a real fight on who would have her as their best woman. A fight we both obviously lost. Though officiating seemed a good compromise.”

“She certainly has the experience,” Astarion sighed, “But I have a feeling this one will be her favorite. She’s happy for you two. We both are.”

“I’m happy for you too you know,” Gale added with a small smile, “I always thought the two of you would work out. I even made a killing in the pool we had going on for it.”

Astarion stared at him, brow raised, “You had a pool?”

“Oh absolutely,” Gale confirmed, completely shameless as he listed out the rules, “It got quite competitive after awhile. First, it was all about if you’d ever realize your feelings for her. Then when you went and did that we were betting on how long you’d both last before you left. And then when that didn’t happen, well. Let’s just say I got a few platinums richer.”

Astarion rolled his eyes at the news, barely even surprised, “I feel as though I’ve earned a cut of that.”

“Unfortunately it’s now our honeymoon fund. But I’ll owe you one.”

That was another aspect of this whole debacle that Astarion hadn’t even thought about. But gods, did it sound nice. Whole weeks dedicated strictly to the two of you. No religious duties or adventures to worry about, just… them. 

The joy of the thought must have shown on his face, because the next thing he knew Gale was looking him up and down, a small smirk on his lips, “What’cha thinking about over there?”

“That this wine is mediocre at best,” Astarion lied, avoid Gale’s eyes, “Tell me you at least got a good deal on it?”

But Gale wasn’t taking the bait. He was still watching him like a hawk. That was the problem with getting closer to people, and having, gods friends. 

You had to deal with the discomfort of being read like a book, “Does our little Astarion want to be wed?”

Astarion flinched at the accuracy, taking the time to shoot him a glare as he avoided the question, “I am nearly three centuries older than you.”

“Perhaps, but we both know two of them don’t count,” Gale said, barely missing a beat, “So tell me, do you already have a ring picked out?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I can help you pick one you know, there are many fantastic jewelers in Waterdeep. I believe she has the same ring size as Shadowheart, we can bring her along.”

Astarion rolled his eyes, ignoring the small blush creeping up his neck, “I want you to know that if this wasn’t your wedding day I would have slapped you by now. Consider my reluctance as your wedding present.”

“How generous of you,” Gale chuckled. But then he started to speak quieter, his voice taking on a more gentle and serious tone, “She would say yes you know. You’ve had her wrapped around your finger since the day you held that dagger to her throat.”

That was an exaggeration, but Astarion would be lying if he said the mention didn’t make him preen the slightest bit, “You forget that I did have competition.”

“Oh, barely,” Gale laughed, “You don’t get to reminisce of what could have been when you won. Gods, no one had any chance against you. And trust me, we tried.”

Astarion blinked at him, more than a little surprised, “You did?”

“Of course we did. We all did. What do you think Shadow and I bonded over? But the pining stopped eventually. Then it became…something more. Something deeper. She’s… a magnificent woman, my little shadow. Who has gone through too much…” Gale trailed off, his eyes still following his bride as he softly smiled,  “Suffice to say, neither of us are pining anymore. And I’m sure Shadow would love nothing more than to help plan her dearest friend’s nuptials.”

“Who ever said that you two would be involved?” Astarion scoffed, just to be an ass, “For all you know we’ll elope in Neverwinter.”

But Astarion’s grip backfired, if the smile on Gale’s face meant anything, “So that means you are going to propose?”

Oh for fucks sake. Astarion glared at him for the accuracy, at a loss for words. Besides it… it was true. Of course he was going to ask, where else would this fanatic line of thinking end? He just hadn’t expected Gale of all people to be the one to force him to admit it. 

“I-yes,” Astarion sighed, finally giving in, “Are you happy now? Yes, I’m going to.”

“Extremely,” Gale grinned, “Because you just won me another three hundred gold.”

#astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #baldur's gate 3 #you'll pry my long posts out of my cold dead hands #cute bullshit #proposal planning #yeah we're getting married #who can stop me #you can't #fluff #fluffy fluffy fluff

[normal-internet-user]

Hey! Doing good I hope? I’ll make this quick:

Please, I beg, can I request a Percy x reader with the following prompts -> “I think you need a break” and “I can admire you all day?” If you need inspiration, they could be stargazing or the reader is practicing their abilities in front of Percy? So… maybe the reader can be a child of Hades or Hecate? Oh! And they share a kiss or two as well?

Thank you!

WAIT NO CUZ THAT'S ACTUALLY SO CUTE-

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COCA-COLA KISSES

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Summary: Stargazing with your boyfriend while you show him a small spell you've been working on in your freetime.

Warnings: uhmmm kissing? couply thingies. Child of Hecate reader.

Requested: Ye

GN Reader!

Despite the chill hanging in the air, you felt more than warm enough.

You were huddled up next to Percy on the beach of Camp Half-Blood, the two of you watching the stars. You took to pointing out the different constellations and their orgins and meanings.

Percy found it cute, but to you it was necessary. The magic you did heavily relies on the stars and their cycles.

It was late, and if the harpies found the two of you, well it'd be bad, but... you couldn't deny this little date was needed.

It had been a while since you and Percy had been alone together, you were both so busy lately, but you especially.

In fact, when Percy had come to get you for this surprise date, he'd found you hunched over your spell book, throwing things haphazardly into your couldron.

"Hey." He'd whispered softly, holding a large fluffy blanket in his arms, "You busy?"

"As a matter of fact, I am." You huffed glaring at the bubbling liquid swirling in your cauldron, "Its gray. It's not supposed to be gray." You grumbled, flipping afew pages.

"Well, I think you need a break." Percy stated, closing your spell book, ignoring your whine of protest, "I wanna spend time with you."

"Percy-"

"Please?"

Damn this boy and his pretty green eyes.

You groan, allowing him to pull you up from the floor with a small pout. Percy grins, pecking you quickly on the lips before tugging you along behind him.

And now here you were, leaning into his side on the beach, the stars shimmering above you while the two of you drank coca-cola and talked.

"Hey, you wanna see something cool?" You ask quietly, pulling the blanket you were sharing tighter around you.

Percy nods, resting his chin ontop of your head, "Mhm. Whatcha' got to show me, sweetness?"

"I made a spell." You state, pulling a crumpled piece of paper from your pocket.

Percy watches with interest as you use your finger to trace a pattern into the paper before crumpling it up once more.

You bring the ball of paper up to your lips, whisper "Glow" in ancient Greek, and the paper turns into a floating ball of light.

Percy gasps, "That's so cool! It's like a little star."

You laugh, holding the light up, allowing it to float away and meld together with the stars. You watch it for a moment, waiting until you can no longer make it out amomgst the millions of tiny lights to finally turn your gaze back to your boyfriend.

You feel your cheeks heat up when you find him already looking at you with a dopey smile on his face.

"Hi." He whispers, resting his forehead on yours.

You chuckle, "Hi."

"Your cute." He says, kissing your nose.

"I sure am." You say, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Glad you think so," Percy says, grinning, "Because I could admire you all day."

Before you could respond, he pulls you in for a soft kiss. You could taste the sugary soda on his lips, and the kiss was sweet and fleeting.

But it definitly made you consider taking a break more often...

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#normie writes #pjo x reader #percy jackson x reader #percy x reader #percy jackson #gn reader #percy x gn reader #percy jackon and the olympians #normies prompt event #hoo x reader #fluff #percy x reader fluff

[the-magiarcheologist]

Hogwarts Legacy Timeline

I've gone deep into research to try to put together a timeline of events that happened before the start of the game.

Ok, let's break it down! (I'll provide my sources for all of this)

And let's start with the most shocking: when anne gets cursed.

Almost everyone assumes (logically) that she got cursed sometime during the fourth year or the summer before the start of fifth year. But, in the book "The Art and Making Of Hogwarts Legacy" there is a short paragraph introducing Sebastian and here is what it says:

If we take this info as legit (and I think it is since that book was written by the people developping the game) then Anne has been suffering from that curse for far longer than anyone thought!

That also means that Ranrok opened the first repository over a year before our MC starts at Hogwarts and discovers ancient magic.

Before we start the mission 'It's all Gobbledegook" with Amit, Lodgok tells the MC that Ranrok orginally unearthed Bragbor's journals that had been long lost. From these journals, he discovered that wizards had hidden for 'repositories' full of magic that Bragbor had built for them. He knew all of this was connected to five names: Rackham, Fitzgerald, Bakar, Morganach and Rookwood. Ranrok then sent Lodgok to begin the search at Rookwood castle.

Sebastian also confirms that Goblins first arrived at Rookwood castle. Before we visit his sister, he tells MC: "No one has felt safe here since Ranrok's Loyalists took a peculiar interest in that castle over there - Rookwood castle."

Miriam was actually already at Rookwood castle, conducting her research on ancient magic, before the Goblins arrived. That is how Lodgok meets her. She had already found the container (with the portkey inside) and was studying it. (Lodgok tells us this after we complete the mission with Amit).

Other Goblins join Lodgok at Rookwood castle to search it. At this point, Rookwood must have joined hands with Ranrok and allowed the Goblins to tunnel under Rookwood castle to search for the repository. (We overhear Rookwood telling Ranrok: "I allowed you to tunnel under my family home!" when we first visit Rookwood castle to start the second trial from the Keepers).

The Goblins find the first repository and Ranrok is thrilled. That is when Lodgok tells him that he met Miriam and that he trusted her and allowed her to continue her research on the container independently. Lodgok does not really know what happens after that but we know that Ranrok eventually found her and killed her. So Miriam died sometime between Ranrok finding the first repository and the start of the fifth year.

The only other thing we know to try to piece together when Miriam died is that shortly before her death she first sent George Osric a letter warning him about Ranrok's activities (presumably she knew that he had accessed the first repository) and then "before [George] could respond" she also sent him the container. Since George himself says he had not had time to respond to her first letter before he received the container, that probably means only a few days went by between Miriam being worried about Ranrok's activities and when he found her and killed her. (We learn all of this from George Osric in the carriage going to Hogwarts.)

The other interesting thing is that George tells Prof. Fig that he had received Miriam's first letter (and the contained shortly after), "months ago". Rookwood sort of confirms this when he tells Ranrok that he spent "months and countless Ministry favours" locating the container (he says this when we overhear his conversation with Ranrok at Rookwood castle). So this means that Miriam died several months before september 1890.

This raises a lot of questions: Why did George Osric wait that long to tell Prof. Fig that he has received a mysterious container from his wife before her death? Also, why did Miriam send the container to George and not her husband? Were Prof. Fig and his wife estranged? Did Miriam not trust Prof. Fig? But that's the topic for another post I suppose...

Anyway, after Goblins started searching at Rookwood castle, they also started searching at other locations connected to the 5 names of the Keepers. (We know this, again, from Lodgok before we start the mission with Amit). That is when they arrived at Isidora's house. We don't know the exact timeline between them arriving at Isidora's home and the fire during which Anne got cursed. This could have happened before Ranrok found the first repository. But it happened after Ranrok and Rookwood started their alliance since Rookwood was at Isidora's house with the Goblins. So I think it happened after Ranrok had already found the first repository but we can't be sure.

Anyway that's all I've got! Have I forgotten something?

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy timeline #miriam fig #eleazar fig #professor fig #anne sallow #ranrok #lodgok #keepers #isidora morganach #george osric #repositories #victor rookwood #rookwood castle

[blackcrowing]

Blackcrowing's Master Reading List

I have created a dropbox with pdfs I have gathered over the years, I have done my best to only allow access to documents which I found openly available through sites like JSTOR, Archive.org, or other educational resources with papers available for download.

That being said I ALSO recommend (I obviously have not read all of these but they are either in my library or I intend to add them)

📚 Celtic/Irish Pagan Books

The Morrighan: Meeting the Great Queens, Morgan Daimler

Raven Goddess: Going Deeper with the Morríghan, Morgan Daimler

Ogam: Weaving Word Wisdom, Erynn Rowan Laurie

Irish Paganism: Reconstructing Irish Polytheism, Morgan Daimler

Celtic Cosmology and the Otherworld: Myths, Orgins, Sovereignty and Liminality, Sharon Paice MacLeod

Celtic Myth and Religion, Sharon Paice MacLeod

A Guide to Ogam Divination, Marissa Hegarty (I'm leaving this on my list because I want to support independent authors. However, if you have already read Weaving Word Wisdom this book is unlikely to further enhance your understanding of ogam in a divination capacity)

The Book of the Great Queen, Morpheus Ravenna

Litany of The Morrígna, Morpheus Ravenna

Celtic Visions, Caitlín Matthews

Harp, Club & Calderon, Edited by Lora O'Brien and Morpheus Ravenna

Celtic Cosmology: Perspectives from Ireland and Scotland, Edited by Jacqueline Borsje and others

Polytheistic Monasticism: Voices from Pagan Cloisters, Edited by Janet Munin

📚 Celtic/Irish Academic Books

Early Medieval Ireland 400-1200, Dáibhí Ó Cróinín

The Sacred Isle, Dáithi Ó hÓgáin

The Ancient Celts, Berry Cunliffe

The Celtic World, Berry Cunliffe

Irish Kingship and Seccession, Bart Jaski

Early Irish Farming, Fergus Kelly

Studies in Irish Mythology, Grigory Bondarnko

Prehistoric Archaeology of Ireland, John Waddell

Archeology and Celtic Myth, John Waddell

Understanding the Celtic Religion: Revisiting the Past, Edited by Katja Ritari and Alexandria Bergholm

A Guide to Ogam, Damian McManus

Cesar's Druids: an Ancient Priesthood, Miranda Aldhouse Green

Animals in Celtic Life and Myth, Miranda Aldhouse Green

The Gods of the Celts, Miranda Green

The Celtic World, Edited by Miranda J Green

Myth and History in Celtic and Scandinavian Tradition, Edited by Emily Lyle

Ancient Irish Tales, Edited by Tom P Cross and Clark Haris Slover

Cattle Lords and Clansmen, Nerys Patterson

Celtic Heritage, Alwyn and Brinley Rees

Ireland's Immortals, Mark Williams

The Origins of the Irish, J. P. Mallory

In Search of the Irish Dreamtime, J. P. Mallory

The Táin, Thomas Kinsella translation

The Sutton Hoo Sceptre and the Roots of Celtic Kingship Theory, Michael J. Enright

Celtic Warfare, Giola Canestrelli

Pagan Celtic Ireland, Barry Raftery

The Year in Ireland, Kevin Danaher

Irish Customs and Beliefs, Kevin Danaher

Cult of the Sacred Center, Proinsais Mac Cana

Mythical Ireland: New Light on the Ancient Past, Anthony Murphy

Early Medieval Ireland AD 400-1100, Aidan O'Sullivan and others

The Festival of Lughnasa, Máire MacNeill

Curse of Ireland, Cecily Gillgan

📚 Indo-European Books (Mostly Academic and linguistic)

Dictionary of Indo-European Concepts and Society, Emily Benveniste

A Dictionary of Selected Synonyms in the Principle Indo-European Languages, Carl Darling Buck

The Horse, the Wheel and Language, David W. Anthony

Comparative Indo-European Linguistics, Robert S.P. Beekes

In Search of the Indo-Europeans, J.P. Mallory

Indo-European Mythology and Religion, Alexander Jacob

Some of these books had low print runs and therefore can be difficult to find and very expensive... SOME of those books can be found online with the help of friends... 🏴‍☠️

library genesis might be a great place to start... hint hint...

#books #book #resource #blackcrowing #pagan #paganism #irish mythology #celtic #irish paganism #irish polytheism #celtic paganism #celtic polytheism #celtic mythology #indo european #indo european mythology #historical linguistics #paganblr #masterlist #irish reconstructionism #irish reconstructionist #celtic reconstructionist #celtic reconstructionism #masterpost

[virovac]

Dungeon Meshi and the obligatory "add new races to the sequel" of games

Been thinking how a sci-fi future would be for Dungeon Meshi cause that was kind of inevitable for the games it draws upon. But I was thinking more the transition period. There are two fantasy archetypes* from the older Wizardry series not handled: The lizardman and the faeries. Faeries would obviously just be transhumanist soul transplanters, (think the pixies but much more advanced and drawing on a lot more other magical stuff) that develop the ability to reproduce and avoid extermination for their blasphemous magic by being small.

Lizardmen? I think fish out of water works better for them , perhaps an ancient species predating magic gaining human-like sentience that went into artificial hibernation to avoid a catastrophic event and overslept. In the Wizardry game they were meant to be primitive and had a starting intelligence penalty, regained MP slower than all other species . All of this would imply being "primitive"....but unlike the other "beastlike" species they had low "Sense" stat in the games, related to comprehending what they were seeing such as artifacts, traps and such. And given that intelligence in other systems that also inspired Dungeon Meshi represents book smarts, I think the "fish out of water" might be the best take.

So to put lizardman in perspective with this reframing: you are from an advanced civilization, nowhere near the grandeur at the height of the use of Extradimensional Magic, but you arguably learned how to do more with less. But now you are here in a changed world.

Everything is so different. Your once mighty race's technology is rusted and gone, your kind's magical knowledge is outdated, and not all of your scholars survived to help rebuild. The animals are different, the plants are different. Monsters are a thing! and magic is stronger. The other bunkers are misplaced by geological shifting, if they still exist. You have eggs of your kind and of livestock in suspended animation, and stores of crop seeds that might not even grow in the climate you have found yourself in.

Its hard not to be angry. You were an advanced culture and now all you have to your advantage is your physical strength. You pale to the ogres, but you are as strong as a dwarf and have greater mass and reach. And so you come to rely on that physical strength: you work hard at breaking the language barrier and hire yourself out as a mercenaries.

No wonder most think of you as brutes who think only about killing.

*they also had wookies/bigfoot people that interestingly had some sloth in their face markings, but they were revealed to orginally being native to planet of the first game in the Cosmic Forge trilogy, likely becoming stranded long ago.

#dungeon meshi fanfic ideas #dungeon meshi #writing prompts #time skip