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pweachfwoge · 16 days
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the husbands at a bbq that dunno what to talk about so they just start talkin about their wives... - 🍮
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huariqueje · 2 months
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Place in Arles under the snow  -   Yves Brayer , 1963.
French, 1907-1990
Oil on canvas , 65 x 81 cm.
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crystalpallette · 4 months
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it was really important to me that seabreeze arle was positioned so you could see the little shirt ties on her back (the fact that so many of arle's alts include some tie in to carbuncle in some way is so cute to me)
some more alts ft. arle this time! and this time they are all from quest, no fanfics to link LOL (though if anybody's got a rad fanmade arle throw her my way. darling)
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ringo | arle | amitie | ally | rulue | maguro | lidelle | ?
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Navy barracks in Saigon, modern-day Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam
French vintage postcard, mailed in 1910 to Arles, France
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writing dragon age fanfiction is so so so so hard for me because every time i spot another historical inaccuracy that’s like “i don’t care that it’s fantasy they have the same level of technology this is WRONG” i have to have a moment of like. “kaed NO ONE ELSE will EVER care about this. you watch ‘ranking period dramas on corset accuracy both in construction and writing’ videos on youtube for entertainment normal people simply do not give a FUCK about medieval castle layouts!”
and yet this cycle continues, because the dragon age devs so so so so clearly DID research but they did BAD research and it HAUNTS me. like WHYYYYY is there only one courtyard that isn’t even really a courtyard in castle cousland WHY is the “main hall” huge with no furniture while the great hall “dining room” is tiny as fuck and in a horrible to access spot WHY are there no ovens in the kitchens where the FUCK do they bake the breaaaad!! like ok fine cool servants get beds in thedas i’ll bite. that fucks hard, actually! but WHY are there more servant rooms than rooms for visiting nobles do you honestly think anybody in the middle ages fucking had servant rooms???? they slept on the FLOOR in the GREAT HALL! and WHY is there a fucking library and a ‘treasury’ (which what the fuck is THAT there should be a DON-JON in there you locked your valuables in the TOWER at the TOP, not in ONE room centrally located on the first floor with TWO guards!!) like i KNOW it was for level design i KNOW it was but oh my fucking g-d it’s gonna KILL ME to write out creeping through corridors when there WERE NO CORRIDORS! like look at this. look at this.
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castle cousland: stupid, awful design, honestly they kinda asked to be coup’ed with their garbage unsurvivable castle that supposedly nobody sieges regularly even though it’s literally a death trap. there is ONE main exit, no way to trap your enemies, and only one official guard post that i can see. fuck awful.
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harlech castle in wales: it took 115 years for someone to successfully take this castle, and it’s withstood COUNTLESS sieges, you can go visit it right the hell now if you go to wales (not at all getting into the evilness of the english building castles in wales, that’s not the point i’m trying to make.) see how the outside makes it so that even if your enemies breach the walls, to actually reach anyone important they have to survive the volleys of arrows from the ramparts? and then presumably kill everyone ON the ramparts, or the minute you go to open a door or try to drag someone out, you’re going to get shot full of arrows. that’s after breaching TWO heavy doors (which would require a battering ram both times) which would wake up the entire castle LONG before they got anywhere NEAR the heir to the castle’s wife and child.
and before somebody says “oh well kaed maybe you just don’t know your castle building periods very well” think again. i know my castle building periods. that style above is concentric (harlech castle’s initial construction was finished in 1289 and was one of the first finished castles in england in this style,) which came after the keep and bailey style, which came after the motte-and-bailey style, which came after the burh (which arguably WASN’T a castle but whatever,) etc. there are no fortified castles in english history that look like castle cousland, because it’s fucking indefensible. now, this does lead to the question of “oh, well, what is the timeline for the game, maybe there’s something you missed!” so let’s examine the time period of origins:
at the very, very latest, origins could be based off of the BEGINNING of the british “wars of the roses” (the civil wars between the various members of the house plantagenet) which began in the 1450s— this is personally what /i/ think origins is based off of, for a couple reasons. 1) trevelyan was a real person— g.m. trevelyan was a british historian who wrote about the wars of the roses, and in one instance there’s a quote of his the devs almost verbatim used for the design of the free marches: “the Wars of the Roses were to a large extent a quarrel between Welsh Marcher Lords, who were also great English nobles, closely related to the English throne…” they ixnayed the part about the marcher lords being ferelden nobles, i imagine because it was too complicated, but trevelyan? marcher lords? a close relationship with this country? (i.e. like somewhere that might take in their refugees after a catastrophe?) cmon. 2) because ferelden is fucking huge and the histories are kinda weird, because they aren’t 1 for 1, i’m gonna say that we have to use the norman conquest of england as our unification date. in other contexts i wouldn’t try to argue this, but in this one, i’m saying 1066 is the unification date of the anglo-saxon kingdoms into england. calenhad gives us a hard unification date for ferelden— the first landsmeet was in 5:42 exalted, ergo origins is 388 years later. the wars of the roses started in 1455, 389 years after the norman conquest ended. 3) the wars of the roses happened because of a succession crisis— admittedly, these two succession crises are very, very different, but there are definitely parallels between loghain and henry vi and alistair and edward iv. henry vi was crowned at a young age (loghain largely ruled for maric at various points in his life, starting when he was very young,) and was very ineffectual— he suffered from an unknown mental illness which made him extremely unstable and unable to rule for large periods of time. loghain, on the other hand, ruled when the /theirins/ weren’t stable, so you argue he had the opposite— meanwhile, his policies WEREN’T sustainable, whatever you might think of him. loghain is too shaped by his own experiences to be a truly good leader, and by the time his rule/anora’s rule is threatened by cailan, he’s sacrificed enough of his principles that he’s willing to commit atrocities (notably, margaret of anjou ruled during the worst parts of her husband’s mental instability, which again could apply to loghain OR anora, as they ruled fairly jointly after a certain point.) edward iv was the son of richard of york, who was eligible for the throne at a very young age (18 to alistair’s 19) because his father was dead. he was coaxed and led into battle by his cousin, the earl of warwick (also known as the kingmaker— sound like a protagonist you might know?) that’s about where the similarities end, but that’s largely because alistair is a grey warden— if he weren’t, he’d probably be able to have kids and end the question of succession. but he can’t, which, assuming the devs eventually remember, WILL lead to another civil war. hence why i say this is at the BEGINNING of the wars of the roses.
another option that could be argued but makes much less sense and i have no evidence for is that alistair has similarities to edward ii (second son who only became king because his brother died, married a more powerful woman to consolidate power, not very good at ruling, no offense to alistair,) but that still puts origins at like 1307-1327. in either case, they would have been using concentric castles— and given what time period castle cousland was originally built in, it would have been built as a motte-and-bailey, which would NOT have lasted four hundred years. so the castle had to have been rebuilt, and bryce cousland would have had to update that rebuilt castle, because no one lived in it during the orlesian occupation. so where the hell does this winding, weird multi-level design come from?
i GUESS— and this is SO charitable— they could have designed castle cousland based off of a country house design from the mid 1500s, but none of them look like that, either. they’re exclusively rectangular, for one thing, and one of the huge bragging rights of owning one was that they weren’t fortified— they came into fashion during a period of relative stability under the tudor rule, when it was considered guache and maybe even treasonous to build a fortified castle. ferelden is NOWHERE NEAR a period of stability, if anything at the end of origins they’re entering their greatest period of INstability, given what happens in inquisition, and that no matter who ends up on the throne, there’s no way for them to have children. so there’s NO way this castle is a country house, or inspired by one.
leaving us with the final conclusion that a) the game devs definitely did do research into the time period because i can fairly directly trace a line between the event i think inspired origins and the plot, but they didn’t do enough research to figure out what the everloving fuck the BUILDINGS looked like. so these castles make no fucking sense and can’t possibly be called historically accurate even with the fantasy defense, and b) i care WAAAY too much about this for somebody who isn’t even a medieval historian. my area of expertise is the paleolithic, i have no clue why this bugs me so bad i spent four fucking hours writing this post.
#anyone: so what are you getting up to on spring break? me: uhhhhhhhhhhh *spends four hours writing a bioware calloit post about their#historically inaccurate castles* Normal Things#it took me four hours bc i had to pare it down like 8 times btw. i could have kept going#btw there are image descriptions on the maps#dragon age origins#dragon age#long post#actually i take it back i DO know why it bugs me and it’s because they made this g-dawful design part of the plot on every single occasion#like highever? would never have been sacked if not for this design. redcliffe? whole story is about infiltrating this castle through these#extensive dungeons they never would have fucking built bc there’s no use for them. the palace in denerim (which doesn’t even have a name)#is so so so fucked. we can’t even get into it but i HATE it. denerim is a city small enough that not all the banns arls and teyrns can have#their own estates in the city meaning they would need rooms in the palace dedicated to them. where are those rooms??? if’s tiny as hell. all#they needed to do was to put up some extra wings you can’t go into that’s all they needed. i’m so so so annoyed by this it’s such a pet#peeve of mine. especially since skyhold is SOOOOOO good if’s the pinnacle of dragon age buildings no one else will ever be her#there’s multiple courtyards. there’s a garden. there’s the stables centrally located there are concentric walls there’s that weird palace#thing in the center with the world’s hottest great hall. there’s a FORGE there’s a keep there’s a guest wing there’s a tabern there’s#ANOTHER tower you can build there are sentry posts there’s a gatehouse there’s a bridge no one will ever replace her in my heart i know this#skyhold baby you are so so so sexy and delicious and everything a fantasy castle in a video game should be MWAH
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holyhappyhour · 7 months
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I think they should be from like. Cincinnati. maybe Minneapolis.
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klugami · 1 year
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“Klug is a painter. That's about it to him. He's friends with the local baker, Sig, but a few years ago, he had more friends. One such friend is Amitie, a rookie idol who wants to make her dreams come true. They are not similar in any ways, but perhaps their old friendship will reblossom, or perhaps something a bit more.”
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Fresh from my google documents, this is the (slightly polished) fanfiction, “One Plain Loaf of Bread!” Now for consumption on the site that doesn’t make me gouge my eyes out!
For reference, this is a Steam City Alternate Universe! The Primp kids are 16 years old, or somewhere around that range! Some mentions of other characters!
“Which is why, you’re going to give me one plain loaf of bread!”
A painter and a baker stood on opposite sides of a counter. It was around 18:00. The air was calm. The only problem was Klug being louder than usual.
“Mr. Klug, this is a bug themed bakery..we don’t have plain bread.. we’re thrilled to have you here--” Sig’s face was truly thrilling “-- but it’s just not on the menu.”
Klug, upset, slammed his hand on the counter. “It’s just bread, Sig. I need plain bread to use as a model for an upcoming masterpiece! I mean, It’d certainly go well with a window-- wouldn’t it?” He stopped himself before speaking too much, clearing his throat. “Even faux bread will do the trick, Sig. You owe me.”
Sighing, Sig went to grab a single fresh loaf of bread, and plopped it into Klug’s free hand. “There you go…” He mumbled. “Go paint your thing.. I assume in your other hand is--” He picked up the slammed hand to reveal said payment: 5 bronze coins.
With a smug smile of victory, Klug took his bread and left the establishment. He looked around for an adequate vacant house. Luckily there was one close to a rather appealing train station. Klug found those rather interesting, though those usually had people.
Eyes on the prize, he left the loaf on the window, and began the sketch. With most of his work, he sketches the basics; foreground, light background, clouds, and some details. It was the painting part that was rare.
His focused eyes occasionally darted to the train station. How he wished he could paint there, painting the slow moving cogs, perhaps with blurs of people. It’d make for a rather nice landscape.
No, No! Focus! You have to focus, Klug!
Furiously sketching, Klug’s eyes shifted between his canvas and the house. Something’s..changed, he felt, but nothing felt truly different. When he finished, he took a sigh, and looked at his work.
There’s something in the way! A person! A girl, even!
This can’t be good, Klug thinks. This ruins the whole composition! Not very good! The girl was still there, so he called out to her. “You there!” He shouts, looking up from his sketch. “How long were you here?”
The sitting girl got up, with a confused look. “What? You didn't notice me? I’ve been here since the last train arrived! I was watching you draw!” She smiles, waddling over. “Well, I didn’t actually see it until now! You’re really good at it, Klug!”
Obviously embarrassed, Klug lifted his sketchbook, having the drawing face him, obscuring his lower face. “Who said you had permission to look?! You- hey, wait! How did you even know my name! I don’t recognize—“ He yelled, somewhat stumbling over his words.
She frowned. “That’s no way to treat one of your friends! Just ‘cuz you became unemployed and lonely doesn’t mean you have to forget we were once buddies! It’s Amitie! Don’t you remember?”
So this is Amitie? She’s a lot different in cat ears.
“First of all, I’m an AR-TIST! I make money by painting, and I’m the best in this town! And I’m not lonely either! I just spoke with Sig! That’s how I have bread to paint!” Klug points to the now empty window. “...Where’s the bread?”
Munching, Amitie looked at Klug. “Ahhh- might’ve taken it! I was hungry, sorry! But we can always buy some at Sig’s!” She offered. “He makes some good bread!”
Klug sighs heavily. “If you insist, Amitie. We can go for bread at Sig’s” He repeats. As Amitie dragged him, Klug felt a tinge of anger. He figured it was due to not being to finish his “masterpiece”
As the two enter the soon closing bakery, Amitie waves cheerfully. “BA-KER! SIG! WE’RE HERE!” She shouts, not aware of how annoying she is. “I know I offered, but I’m sooorta broke, so maybe you could pay for us, Klug?”
Confused, Klug raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you like… a stage performer? Wouldn’t you get paid, perhaps by anyone who hires you? You should be at least able to pay for our meal.” He explained, upset. “You.. ARE a stage performer, yeah?”
Amitie nervously presses her fingers. “I a~m. But.. ah-- I don’t have any popularity..soo nobody hires me!” She smiles, in a goofy, innocent, idiot way.
Whatever, Klug would’ve paid anyway. Unlike Amitie he is a responsible Adult (Perhaps in Steam standards, despite being considered a high schooler). He makes money. “Sig, we’ll have the Deloyala guttata decorated Baguette de Pan, s'il vous plait.”
Sig, blankly, nodded. “Yep, baguette, mottled tortoise top, mmhm..” He mumbled. “Y’can pay when it’s ready, glasses..” He vanished into the back, presumably to make said bread.
Klug and Amitie took a seat, Amitie childishly spinning. “It’s super nice of you to pa~ay for us Klug! Especially since I ate your bread! Sorry, by the way!” She spun. “And-- uh-- can I-- uh-- have the drawing you did? It’s super cute and you seem to think it’s not, so-- ah-- gimme!!”
On one hand, Klug HAD no use for it. On the other hand..
He crumpled it up and tossed it over the counter. “It doesn’t serve any purpose. You don’t need it...Oh, look, our food’s here” He diverted Ami’s attention, though she was a little sad.
“Here you go, Glasses, Ami, Mott Top Baguette.” Sig broke the bread and placed it next to the two. “May their journeys be safe.”
Amitie began to eat her half. “Oh gosh, this is so good! Sig really is the best at making these things!!” She exclaimed. “You’re the best!”
Sig smiled, a calm smile. “That’s nothing new. Everyone says that. Thank you, Ami.” He says, still there. Not like he can close up shop with two people still eating. They’re his friends too, right?
Klug ate his half too, watching Amitie with mild interest. Her eating manners are..not refined like the others, or himself for that matter. Despite that, a free hand lightly scribbled her silly eating way, somehow without Klug’s own knowledge.
“What’re you drawing, Glasses? It doesn’t look anything like your usual work..” Sig pointed out.
Excited, Amitie leaned her head over to the page. It was of her eating, in the similar manner she was drawn earlier. “Neat doodle, Klug!”
Once again embarrassed, Klug snapped back to the situation. “I didn’t notice—tch! Must be the lack of interesting scenery getting to me—” Klug mentally berated himself. “Regardless...Don’t get used to it, Amitie! You’re only being drawn because- well- erhm-“
Sig and Ami looked at Klug like he was crazy.
“Maybe it’s a sign of you wanting to draw people.” Sig suggested, looking at the display bread. “Your drawing of Amitie seems good anyway.”
Not sure of what else to say, Klug swallowed and nodded. “Suuure.. She’s...very.. Sketch friendly.” He awkwardly said. “Aaand she can.. Be.. a .. subject..” He trailed off.
Amitie, however, jumped up excitedly. “HOORAY! Klug’s gonna draw me! I bet that’ll attract so many people to my shows!! We can even have it held at the empty performance place near Suzuran Station!” Amitie rambled, throwing an arm over Klug’s shoulder. “You’re the greatest ever!”
Klug wasn’t expecting such a response, it took him by surprise. Well, Klug already knew he was the greatest ever, but hearing it from someone else felt really...good? That’s probably it.
Taking Ami’s wrist, Klug got up. “Come, I know a spot we can try at this hour.” He ordered, pulling her for once.
Sig watched the two leave. “Glasses..didn’t pay the bill.” He confusedly said. “I guess he’s too busy.. Spontaneous.”
As the two made their way towards a particular part of the city, the destination became more apparent. It was a random building’s rooftop, but it had a perfect view of the Massive Clock, which rung for 22:00
“Okay, Amitie.”
Klug began making preparations, moving Amitie’s limbs to see if there’s a pose he liked. Klug never made a planned picture for people, even in the few times he drew them. It wasn’t like Amitie’s special, but it’d be better to catch her AND the clock.
In the end, he positioned her in a way for her back to face him, and her head slightly tilted. Lightly getting a basic shape, Klug made some more minor adjustments, and finally, began work on the clock tower.
Amitie may be the star of whatever show she's on, but to Klug, something far more interesting is the landscape. Every fine detail must be captured, even as the clock’s hand’s move. “What time is best for you, Miss Amitie?”
Amitie, breaking her pose, turned completely back. “Oh! My concerts usually happen around 15:00! Why?”
Upset, Klug ceased his sketch to readjust Amitie. “You know, you sure move a lot. Do you want to be immortalized on paper form or not?” He asked, annoyed. “I suppose this can be a concert advertisement.. Whatever. Hold still from now on.”
Hands taking to the sheets, Klug finalized the clock with the time firmly on the 3. It was now time to finish the backdrop. Time advanced more and more, as Klug went from Backdrop, to Amitie, to working on the painting process. Klug was rather particular about this last part, seeing as so much can go wrong if he’s not careful. He’s..never really painted a whole human person, so he had less eyes on his paper, more so on Amitie, trying to guess what color she’d use under the lighting the clock had.
In the end, Klug decided to give in and just do Amitie slightly brighter than her real life counterpart, despite all the mental warnings. “Amitie! You can look now!” He called, waving to the girl.
“Woaaah..” Amitie gasped. “It’s so...realistic! Nothing like the sketches! You really pour your heart into this Klug! You should really turn this into a job of sorts!” She praised, squealing in cute Amitie noises.
“Amitie, this IS my occupation! You keep saying it’s not!” Klug explained, frustrated. “Regardless, it’s high time for you to sleep. I presume you want to perform tomorrow, so I’ll dry this off and hang it near the train station. Suzuran’s Performance Center, yeah?” He asked, waving a free wrist around.
Amitie nods, very excited. “Yep Yep! It’ll be so much fun! You’ll be there too, right Klug? You WERE a good artist and paid for our food, right?”
Klug didn’t say anything.
“You...You are coming..right?” Amitie asked again, her cheerful nodding now halted, her smile a frown. “Can you? You’ve never shown up to any of them! And I’d really appreciate it if you showed up this time!”
“I don’t need to see the performance. I’ve got work to do, Amitie.” Klug said, sounding not upset, but rather, as if he didn’t care. “You and I have different paths to follow, and it’s not likely we’ll reconnect.”
Amitie saw Klug begin to walk away, and went after him. “Hey, but, we never get to speak anymore! I didn’t even see you until today! I thought it’d be— I thought it’d be… I thought we could finally become friends again! Like we used to be!”
Klug paused while walking, and turned back to Amitie. “We’re not 10 anymore. We all have to do things more important than hang out. I have my job, and you have yours. You understand, right?”
Klug tore out the paper he drew on, the paint having since been dried at least an hour ago. “You can deal with your life, and I can deal with mine.” He said, handing it to Amitie.
“But wait!” Amitie cried out, but it was a bit too late.
Klug began to climb down and return to city level, leaving Amitie on her lonesome. Her performance? Her struggling career? Why should he care, he’s not her friend. That ship has long since sailed. He’s not spending money on something like that anyway.
A part of him was frustrated, angry with how Amitie was back, and only wished for self-gain: the eating of his centerpiece, the thought of the art being for her, the want of an audience…
But another part was... wanting to try to reach out. Did he want to go to a show? He never really enjoyed such. The thoughts were clashing and driving him mad.
While on his way home, another one of his childhood friends stopped him. One he would’ve rather not kept up with. “Hey! Do you know how late it is, Four Ey- I mean- Sir?!” She spat, obviously annoyed. It’s not very good to annoy someone with a weapon.
“..Salutations to you, too, Raffina. Amitie was taking most of my time up while I drew her. Her being fidgety didn’t help.” Klug explained. “Don’t you have better things to do than harass me?”
“Ohoho~” Raffina did her generic noble giggle. “I didn’t even know you still spoke with any of us. I thought you were ‘too good to be shackled to nobodies’ like us.” She mocked, her smile now malicious in nature
“I wasn’t speaking to her out of any desire! It was for business. She and I don’t associate with each other.” Klug argued back. “Amitie’s nothing more than a silly person I was formerly acquaintances with.”
Raffina rolled her eyes. “So you claim” She sarcastically replied. “Tell you the truth, I saw you with her earlier. What business would you have to speak to a customer not once, not twice, but THREE times!”
Raffina prodded a finger at Klug’s chest, knowing the truth was basically all but revealed. “Well, am I right?” She said in a low tone. “Perhaps you’re more of a Sham Artist! Or maybe you’re not as high-and-mighty as you believe yourself to be. What’s the truth, goody-two-shoes!” She continued, her taunting purposefully annoying.
“Hey! I’m not a sham, and I’m at least better than the likes of you! At least I’m not— faux…intimidating!” Klug pushed Raffina away, slowly but surely losing the carefully crafted coolness. “I’ve told you before, I’m a scenery artist! Its beauty can’t compare to any living person!”
Raffina frowned, upset with Klug. Readying her special, golden whip, her glare cutting deeply into the boy, her voice hissed. “You’re lying, I know it. You were never good at pretending. You should just admit you’re a fraud or I’ll have to strike you!” She said, though inreality, she didn’t really have the authority to strike him, but the intimidation was what mattered in the scenario.
“You do- you don’t scare me, Raffina! You’re all bark!” Klug sputtered, trying to stop the conversation. “What are you even trying to get at! What does me hanging with Amitie equate to me being a sham!” He says, trying to come up with increasingly silly excuses. Really makes him sound like Amitie.
With a sigh and a grin, Raffina, for lack of a better term, cracked the whip. “You can just admit it, you know! Just say something, you lousy excuse of a human person!”
Klug bit his lip, trying not to yelp of fear. “Ack!” He squeaked. “I owe you nothing!” He took off, holding onto his sketchpad as he left for his house, wherever that may be.
Setting the pad on the bed table, Klug laid down and sighed. Amitie wasn’t his friend, and nor was Raffina. Why were they even childhood friends in the first place, none of them really connect to each other. Klug tried to remember as he also tried to sleep.
Eight years ago.
That was when Klug’s friend, Sig, introduced him to Amitie. Klug can’t exactly remember when exactly he met Sig, but he definitely remembers meeting Amitie through him. For a brief while, it was just those 3, until Amitie introduced them to Raffina.
Raffina was a lot nicer back then. She was still uppity, but she wasn’t really cruel towards her friends. Soon after, Lidelle came, a friend of Raffina’s and Amitie’s. Klug remembers Lidelle, she occasionally talks to him even now. The only reason both groups were connected were due to Amitie. She united Raffina and Lidelle, and due to her friendship with Sig, Klug joined too.
Amitie was truly a good person, Klug used to think.
6 years ago, they all split. Not because of an accident, but due to them all wanting to pursue different dreams. It just so happens that a Stage Performer and an Artist don’t meet that much. Raffina didn’t entirely believe in Klug either.
Hell, it’s probably her fault Amitie keeps calling him unemployed!
Simpler times.
In the back of his head, Klug thought about Amitie, and the show she asked him to attend. He wasn’t really intending on going, nor did he really want to.
He.. hasn’t seen Amitie in a long time— he’s seen Raffina enough (unfortunately.), and he’s on okay terms with Lidelle and Sig.. but he doesn’t recall seeing Amitie before now since maybe when they were 12 or so.
Tomorrow’s another day, though. He has to make some purchases, anyway.
Amitie was resisting the urge to stick her head out a window. She LOVED trains, and the idea of going from here to there was SUPER exciting! Especially with her greatest friends! Granted, the train was still getting passengers, so it was, well, still.
Raffina sat down with Lidelle, the two trying to see if the light generator made by Witch would work in a bird. Their results: Birds are allergic to light on the inside. They explode.
“M-Miss Ami! We may have a slight problem with how these things work! We might have to cancel the sparkling birds!!” Lidelle panicked. “We have lights working there, right?” She asked, leaning her head to get a better look at Amitie.
“Eh? We’ll have it covered, don’t worry Lidelle!” She smiles, waving to tell her it’ll be okay. “B’sides! As long as you guys can see it, it’s good, right?” She eagerly went to sit with her friends.
Raffina and Lidelle looked at each other.
“...Don’t tell me!” Amitie sniffed.
Raffina cleared her throat. “Well-- I can’t exactly leave the Primp District, it’s my sworn duty to protect it, you know! Suzuran is a lot more dangerous, especially with all the news I hear. It’s rather worrying you’re going yourself..” She continued.
“We- I- It’s what I- well- I even advertised it!” Amitie strung together. “So, everyone has to come, right?” She tried to assure herself, fearing for a repeat of last night.
Lidelle began to try to say something, to even agree to come, but Raffina put a hand on her shoulder. “I-I don’t think I should go, Ami—“ She mumbled. “We’ll work on the birds! I-I wish you the best of smiles in your audience! You’ll be the best performer ever! You-”
“We don’t have time for this; the doors are gonna be closing!” Raffina ordered, dragging Lidelle by the sleeve. “Don’t screw up for us, Ami!” She winked, as the girls left the train. The two maidens let out a sigh of relief.
“I...feel really bad for Ami.. she’s gonna be somewhere dangerous without anyone to protect her! Raffina, you should’ve gone!” Lidelle whimpered, holding her desaturated sleeves to her face. “You wouldn’t want Amitie hurt, o-or perish the thought, killed.. Right?”
Raffina thought about it, looking at the train, seeing the back of Amitie’s head, most likely sulking. “You know as much as I do that I wouldn’t want Amitie hurt.. but she’ll be in the performance center. There’ll be people there.. if she’s attacked, someone will save her. I hope…” She reasoned.
Lidelle pondered, before realizing something. “Do you know if Sig’s going? Or even Klug?” She asked, concerned with her other friend’s safety.
Raffina responded with a blank stare and a monotonous answer; “Why would Klug go? When’s the last time he’s been so much as not rude to us? Just yesterday, he lied like a rug, of course he’s not going.”
Lidelle, tearing up, stepped away from Raffina. “U-uhm, you know, that’s not very..” She quickly blinked away her tears, trying to bring forth her ability to stand up for herself. “That’s mean! You probably don’t know what Klug is going through! He could be in a terrible situation-- o-or he could be really broke-- o-or someone close might’ve died!” She asserts, unaware that the topic of the discussion has gotten on the train.
As the doors shut behind Amitie, she looked at her bickering friend’s. They could’ve at least gotten along before they abandoned her. It doesn’t matter anyway! Amitie will perform for more smiles! It’ll be fine!
A curly redhead scuttled across the train cart, hat bouncing off her head. “Ex-cuse me! Pardon! Is there a “Miss Amitie” on board?” She panted, almost like she changed carts often looking for Amitie.
Amitie raised her hand. “Yep! That’s me! Amitie! I’m gonna become the best-est performer!” Her cheerful disposition returned, almost as if it never left. “Is it another letter from my Teacher?” She thought aloud, bursting with anticipation.
The redhead pulled out a rather fancy looking envelope, handing it to Amitie. “This is actually from someone anonymous! They told me to not disclose their identity, but it’s from them!” She smiled warmly. “It must be lovely to receive secret letters, Miss Amitie. I hope your letter is jam packed with care!”
The girl trotted off, likely to deliver a different letter.
Amitie not-so-carefully opened her own. It wasn’t marked with a paw print, so this definitely isn't a beloved Teacher note. But it’s the contents that matter. Ami’s eyes directed themselves at the top.
The letter, of course, was another one from Arle. Something about being unable to make it, but wishing her the best. Amitie really admired Arle… she was a singer like her, but everyone seems to go where she goes, even if it’s somewhere scary. She even took off when she was 16 years old! Amitie has to be like her, at least she hopes!
“Warm Regards…” Amitie finished, as she smiled. What a nice letter. She put it away.
As the train came to a screeching halt, Amitie hopped off. This was Suzuran District..it’s way cooler than Raffina said it was! Where’s the scary? It’s so modern-er! Even simple folk are cute too, like that running curly drilled girl! Suzuran District! It’s like Primp, but Neater!!
Next to the station was indeed a performance center. Amitie pushed the doors open to let in that sweet Suzuran air. This was indeed the place advertised, wasn’t it? It’s as good as any place, so it’s time to mark it under “used”!
After setting it right smack on the door, Amitie hid behind a convenient curtain. “It’s so exciting to perform...ehehe! I can’t wait for everyone to come. If it was almost 14:30 when I got he- wait what if Suzuran runs at a different time!? I better-- perfor- blwah!”
Amitie fiddled with the backstage, since it wasn’t really supervised anyway. She fiddled with the lights, and even found props! She didn’t need those, anyway.
14:45, the time was coming soon. Amitie took out her partner: a pink little radio that the inventor, Witch, had made. The Radio was special, in that it was more of a modern record player; you’d use it to play already recorded music, rather than tuning in to a station.
14:59, the time was set. Amitie and the radio shaped player stepped onto the stage. There was only darkness, which she had set up herself. With nothing to do, she tapped the microphone, getting a test.
Tapping the microphone caused a spotlight onto her to be cast. In that light, she could see the crowd.. or rather, the audience…
The audience was..empty..
There’s nobody here… none of her friends, none of the people of Suzuran. Did she not advertise it well enough? Did nobody bother? Did Klug write some secret message to say “DO NOT COME SEE THIS SHOW”?
Sniffling, Amitie expected this. Her tears hit her shoes, despite this being a natural outcome. But..she was here anyway, right? She might as well go anyway. The stage is hers.
Amitie turned on the radio, a song starting up with a light sputter. She worried the radio would explode, but.. the music came out fine! A miracle!
She began to sing, words falling like-- well, there’s no metaphor that properly encapsulates how mediocre she is. But it’s that! It wasn’t how good it was or how many people were watching. Despite her crying, she still went on, with her song geared around how much she loved the breakfast meal from a place she went to when she was a kid.
Watching from outside, Klug peaked his head in to see how many people were exactly viewing. As expected, zero. He almost felt bad for Amitie. He also, more importantly, felt insulted that nobody liked the advertisement!
Wait, why does that matter?
Regardless, hearing Amitie go on anyway, drew him towards the performance center itself. Despite its darkness, Klug could tell why nobody came— the place looks like it hasn’t seen actual usage… ever? But yet, there Amitie was: singing her heart out to an audience of now one.
Taking a seat close to the front, Klug hid his head down, watching from an awkward angle. It’s apparently very hard to see her face, or the full view of her cheering and shouting and singing, but at least she can’t see him. His hands were screaming to draw the backdrop behind her, but he didn’t take out the book. He wasn’t here to draw.
Amitie, pausing in the midst of one of the later songs, had gotten a brief glimpse of her audience member. The sweat rolling down her forehead felt as if it was not there anymore… no matter how tired she is, at least there’s somebody!
The general mood of the show changed, as Amitie felt even more full of the passion she had for bringing joy, her smiling even brighter, and how her voice refused to give out— even as she screamed out a lyric in the final song, she would not let herself flop.
By now, Klug was tired of seeing Amitie from an ant eye’s view, so he got himself back into his chair, which was unfortunately when Amitie’s song ended. The girl was panting, almost like she was tired.
“Whew...how was that? Did I put a..smile on your face? I… wow… hah..” Amitie says, smiling at her audience. “You know.. whew.. I can see you… right there!” She goofily points at Klug, who has tried to hide again.
“A-uh- how long did you notice me?! My plan was perfect to sneak in, you airheaded idiot blonde!” He angrily yelled, mostly out of shock. “..how long did you know about me watching..” He mumbled, genuinely curious.
Amitie got down from the stage to the seat in front of Klug’s. “I’m not stupid! Even if I’m clumsy, a little bit forgetful, and not too good at money, I’m perceptive!” She grins. “I noticed since you got here! It made me feel a lot better knowing one of my friends was watching me.” She admits, still staring right at Klug.
The two awkwardly stared at each other, before Klug broke the silence. “You consider me a friend? You don’t need to. You’ve got the other three.” He questioned, despite feeling rather honored that Amitie at least considers him a friend despite them only remeeting again recently.
“Well, of course!” Amitie asserts. “You and I and Sig were friends for a long time, so it’s fair of me to consider you two super duper DUPER close!” She illustrates, lacing her own fingers. “The only way this could’ve been better is if Sig was here!”
Klug sighs. The feeling of importance was fun while it lasted.
“Regardless, I think I’m going to continue being here, you wanna come with, Klug?” Amitie invites, holding a hand closer to Klug’s side of the chairs. “I mean, since you’re here an’all!”
Klug thought about it. This was...like… an outing, right? One two friends would have? Nodding, he took Amitie’s hand. “Ahh..uhmm.. On a few conditions!” He decides, his answer lightening up Ami’s eyes.
“Firstly!! Do not mention this to anyone! You and I being friends shouldn’t be a big deal!… Raffina would never let me hear the end of it.” Klug began.
Amitie nods. “Okey-dokey! A secret it will be! What else is there?”
“Secondly, We start HERE! I want to capture these seats in canvas form!” Klug continued.
Amitie nods. “Oh, sure! We can stay for a while! Want to sit on the stage? It’s got a great view!” She lifts the two of them up, as they went to sit down on the stage.
As Amitie dangled her feet around, Klug cleared his throat for her attention. “And-- thirdly, you’re most likely tired and hungry from your performance, yeah?” He asked, knowing full well Amitie would say she was.
When he got the confirmation, he smugly grinned. “Close your eyes.” He orders, and Ami listens. “Don’t think of it as a ‘gift’ by the way. I just thought you may enjoy a little present to remind you of Sig. You like that, huh?”
Klug handed her one plain loaf of bread. “This was something you stole a while back, and I figured you enjoyed it…” He began.
Amitie readied to snatch it, but restrained herself. “Wow, so you bought it again? For real?” She asked, grateful.
Klug dropped it in her hands, immediately taking out the sketchbook to divert his eyes away from her. “Well- er- whatever! Let me work!”
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clavicuss-vile · 1 year
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making ocs purely to give ferelden some semblance of stability despite knowing approximately fuck all about politics >>>>>>>>>>
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fergus-cousland · 1 year
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According to Wade the Blacksmith, VIgil's Keep is actually called "Turnip Keep." XD
Petition to start calling the Amaranthine soldiers who Wade armours in silverite "The Turnip Knights"
Alternatively, the Turnip Commander and his Turnip recruits, rebuilding the Turnip Order in Ferelden, the front line on the surface against the lingering darkspawn threat
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lastresovejas · 1 year
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My second attempt at making a list for my sibling for fisara Mahariel and again I should have found one that had more origins characters but here it is, it was funny putting half of the inquisition cast into “there’s zero way anyone would have bothered to tell the Ferelden warden Commander who this is” zone
I do struggle with how my wardens would feel about Justice and it’s literally nothing to do with his personality and character and more so he sounds like an active biohazard as a rotting corpse but especially a rotting Grey warden corpse
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studiokultuurscape · 24 days
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Stop in motion.
Your walk is essential to shape the memory of space and the space of your memory.
~Part of the thesis "The building and the city": Vertical walk through the city of Arles_ Heritage mediates city transformation. Find the full thesis in the archive of KU Leuven.
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fackh · 4 months
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xbuster · 11 months
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Got Steam City Arle :)
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bouxmounir · 2 years
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vigilskeep · 2 months
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“they used to display the heads of traitors over that gate. i suppose my father is lucky his didn’t end up there.” i mean. nathaniel. buddy. in a startling coincidence. the guy putting the heads of traitors over the gate of the city of amaranthine seems to have stopped working around about the time your father the evil arl of amaranthine died. yes it was a very lucky coincidence
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That's ok! But I got a new request! Those headcanons for the Harbingers' S/O clobbering people got me thinking... Can I request headcanons about the Harbingers having a sweet and precious S/O who is also incredibly strong? They just regularly bench press Fatui Skirmishers, like the Electro ones with the hammers, will fist fight hilichurls and win, and carry loads that look like they could crush them with ease. Even more confusing if they have an average or slender build.
Heyo sorry this took so long! But I am here now to write <3
Harbingers with an s/o who’s small, but very strong
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Pierro:
This man has lived for centuries
He thought he’d seen it all
But when you picked up a skirmisher with one hand and threw him across the room while helping the new recruits train
Pierro almost had a heart attack
He thought he imagined it at first, but the groaning skirmisher you’re helping to stand is more than enough evidence to the contrary
He’ll run over immediately and start questioning how in the hell you did that
Were you born with this strength???? Or did you do some kind of insane magic????
Watches you like a hawk now, but affectionately
Lowkey wants to be carried, but he refuses to ask
If you pick him up without permission tho, he will get SO flustered
Lift that old man, he’s touch starved and he needs it
Capitano:
The fatui soldiers see the two of you as a sort of “good cop” and “bad cop”
Soft, sweet angel, and an absolutely intimidating powerhouse
Imagine everyone’s surprise when you lift capitano effortlessly
Capitano is the most surprised out of everyone
He was just coming back home from being away for a while, and you greeted him at the city’s entrance
And there you go, spinning him around and crushing his ribs despite your average size
The man was too stunned to speak
His first thought is “have you been training??” But he’s smart enough to know that this is probably just
A You Thing™️
He’ll let you train with him now
And help the Fatui grunts train as well
You’ll beat everyone’s asses (politely) and capitano will just go “now this is why we don’t underestimate our opponents”
Now you two are both powerhouses, and everyone is afraid of you LMFAO
The two strongest people in Teyvat dating each other… what are the odds /hj
Dottore:
He’ll probably find out during an experiment gone wrong
A ruin machine goes out of control, and the segments are all working to take it down
AND ITS THE S/O WITH THE STEEL CHAIR (except the steel chair is your fucking fists)
Lifting literal Tons of metal effortlessly and tearing it apart without breaking a sweat
The segments: 👁️👁️
Godspeed, friend, bc they will NOT leave you alone now
When you date one Dottore, you date ALL of them
And all of them want to run tests on you
Or get carried by you
Or both at the same time
Seriously they wanna experiment on you SOOOOO bad
He is an absolute simp for you tho, so he will shut up if you promise to carry him around and help him with other experiments instead
Carry multiple segments at once, they will miraculously not fight with each other bc they’re in your arms <3
The Fatui soldiers thought you were the safe one, the sane one
But now they’re terrified of you too AJGKBKDKVKDK
Columbina:
Omfg dude she is SO happy
She’d probably find out after you pick her up
It’s not exactly hard to do, but she’ll notice that you didn’t even make an ounce of effort
So she’ll ask you to lift more things
Getting increasingly heavy
And she is absolutely delighted
Literally living her best life
You are now her personal vehicle
Carry her everywhere and she is happy
Loves watching you lift impossibly heavy objects easily
She thinks it’s so hot and amazing and impressive
She is so in love <3
Two people who look soft and sweet, but are secretly terrifyingly strong <3
Arlecchino:
She’d probably find out if someone tries to hurt you
Like on a mission or smth
Ruin golems come after you, as they tend to do, unfortunately
Arle wants to protect her soft, sweet s/o
But boom, there you go, LIFTING THAT THING
Bc you don’t want her to get hurt, of course!
She would have a solid 10 minutes of sheer confusion
“Who are you, and what have you done with my s/o”
It’s very clearly still you tho, as you’re checking her over for injuries
Once she’s processed and accepted what happened, she’s even more in love
You’re so strong, and that’s AWESOME
Asks you to help “deal with” insubordination
She doesn’t approve of how gentle you are with disobedient soldiers
But at least watching you lift them up and place them gently in their barracks as punishment is hella fun
I wanna know more about her HoYo…
Pulcinella:
He would not realize for a while
You like carrying him, but he isn’t exactly hard to carry for a normal person
No, he would realize when you’re both on a business trip
Loading luggage onto your carriage, there’s a ton of suitcases
“I’ve got this, love,” you say, reaching for all the very large, very heavy stacks of suitcases
“No, you don’t have to— what the fuck”
Very shocked, very flustered, bc wait, you can do this to ANYONE you want? Not just a little tiny gnome?
Oddly quiet and shy around you for the trip 🤨🤨🤨
This old man is so in love
Definitely watches you if you ever train in any way
Hell you probably have a few friends in the Fatui
He’ll watch you “hang out” with your friends (aka bench press them)
And he will just be :)
Quietly flustered mans
Scaramouche:
He can feel your strength when you hug him and pick him up
He isn’t exactly hard to pick up, being made of mostly light materials
But your lack of effort is suspicious
He has theories, and he will test them by taking you on missions and having you fight enemies
“Will you please lend me a hand”
You’re super sweet, so of course you’ll help
And oh there you go, literally punching through a ruin guard in one shot
Being an absolute ray of sunshine the whole way through
“Are you ok, kuni? :D”
He won’t comment on your strength, but man he’s proud to have such a strong partner
He knows the appeal of allowing your opponents to underestimate you, even tho that’s not what you’re doing
So he won’t tell anyone about it and delight in the shock that everyone else experiences when you reveal it yourself
And if he lets you carry him more often after? Well that’s none of your business…
Sandrone:
She wants one of her larger dolls moved
And before she can get her big robot butler guy to do it, you’re taking care of it
Boom, big robot butler guy has been replaced /hj
Like, Sandrone won’t even use machines to move her dolls anymore
She just has you do it, since you’re happy to help
She’s so excited for the extra help 😭😭 for once
Be honored she lets you touch them
BUT! Also…
She wants you to carry her sooo bad
She will never tell you directly, but she makes it so obvious you always know when she wants it
Sandrone visibly relaxes in your arms
She feels safe and warm and happy
Very glad she didn’t turn you into a puppet lmao
Signora:
She’s so shook omfg
You lifting her is kind of insane, bc she is TALL AS HELL
But you did lift her, and there she is, held in your arms and slowly beginning to blush
“…dear, please put me down”
“Nope <3 your feet look tired, you deserve a break <3”
“…fair enough”
She won’t let you carry her in public, but in private? She will wrap her whole body around you and let you hold her
She thinks it’s funny to watch you just LIFT gunners and skirmishers, bc they’re always so shocked
She will compliment your strength in private all the time
What I wouldn’t give to have her wrapped around me, dancing in her bedroom with nobody else around AUGUHHHHH
Pantalone:
You two get caught in the rain together while in Liyue on banking business
Neither of you have umbrellas, and Pantalone is wearing his nice shoes
You, being a sweetheart, don’t want his shoes to get dirty, so you pick him up and book it to the bank
This man is so confused, flustered, and delighted at the same time
“Darling, you never told me you could lift me like that”
When he finds out you can lift more? Oh my god dude he is so whipped
He wants you to hold him all the time
He just adores watching you carry things around
Especially because everyone stares and looks so freaked out Lmao
This man is literally just… heart eyes, motherfucker personified
Literally so so down bad for you, it’s not even funny
Carry his mora for him, he’ll propose on the spot /hj
Tartaglia:
OH MAN
He wouldn’t bring a non-combatant onto the battlefield
But he would see you training with the soldiers and immediately do a 180 on that
“PLEASE SPAR WITH ME!!!”
You will, bc you know how much he loves it
And you won’t beat his ass, bc he’s very skilled, but man the hits you land hit HARD
He will now show you off to everyone
“Guys this is my beautiful, kind, strong s/o, look at them :D”
Down bad mf
Loves being carried soooo much dude, he’s so touch starved and he wants affection so bad
Hell dude he’ll let you carry him in public
Unless it’s around his soldiers
He has to set a good example after all
But every other time, you will not be allowed to put him down
Utterly smitten mf
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