Tradition vs Modernity vs Comradery
+ context & lore:
In the first drawing, Fernando is wearing a capote de paseo, which is what bullfighters wear before the match begins, as seen below:
In the second, Seb is shouting the very familiar "Olé" which is shouted by the crowd to praise the matador. He's a little brat, so of course he's yelling it for himself, but he did get many 💐
The third(which was a random sketch I had that I didn't think I'd finish tonight, so ignore if its messy) has very important context to me. Before going to the final act and killing the bull, matadors dedicate their montera(hat)(and symbolically: their kill) to a a specific person in the audience(or just the public as a whole.) Seb and Fernando are finally in the same color! Seb is bowing!!! And Fernando is honoring Seb!!!! Also ignore that I drew Seb's post-retirement hair. Though, maybe this drawing is supposed to represent Fernando making a dedication to his now-gone rival 😔(Seb: stop telling people im dead!)
Now, some more lore :D
So I talked about this in my last matador post but I'll expand more. I think it's very funny to characterize Fernando in this au as this fun-hating traditionalist. Because you have to understand; he's only this way when it comes to Seb. Because you absolutely KNOW he was doing silly, unserious shit back when he was younger. But absolutely god forbid Seb do anything silly.
It's very ironic because there literally is a part in the third act of a bull fight where it's basically encouraged to be a bit silly. This is a tad morbid, but basically right before they deliver the killing blow, some show their mastery over the bull by doing some superfluous action(ex. kissing the bull, kneeling in front of the bull.) There's some guy who literally would lean on the bull and mime taking a call. But anyways, Seb would def do this. I've not been able to draw it exactly how I want, but he would bend down and do his little bull horn symbol and mime charging at the bull. (Fernando, trying to make up reasons to hate Seb: oh my god, look at this blatant disrespect, look how he is disrespecting the bull, I cannot believe how rude this boy is!)
Also there's something to be said about how the matador shows mastery over the bull by kissing it or bowing to it...and Seb is technically the bull in this au and Fernando is the matador. There's just this unfortunate level of weird power inbalance that still lingers even though their rivalry is over and can't be affected anymore. There was no succinct answer about who truly was better because Seb was forced out of it. So there's always gonna be this level of "is he just pitying me? Is he just mocking me? Is he just patronizing me?" on Seb's part whenever Fernando praises him or makes dedications to him. And Fernando's always going to be haunted by the fact that there's no answer to who is truly better because he'll never know if Seb had reached his full potential or not. Anyways, they also have nasty sex while wearing their costumes and do weird bull/matador roleplay :)
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Helen: And who did you say you were?
Pen: Penthesilea, Amazon Queen, who went once/ to war to save Queen Helen (that was you)./ "Able to make men mourn" my name signifies, / supreme Amazon speeding to the neediness of Troy,/ leader of twelve good warrior maidens,/ battle-scarred/ and with fierce reputation. We were the last/ hope that queenly Troy could keep intact/ and reachable, the greatest beauty in the world.
Helen: I remember that day./ The sky was a sheet of crystal/ and the wind was still. I ran to see your arrival/ from my windowsill./ You were like Artemis to us, you arrow-carrying bear-dykes./ I could tell Hector/ and the other men had learnt/ some of their skill from you,/ and then too, what can confuse/ a man more than a naked female/ breast with a bloody ax behind it?
Pen: You and I met before the fight./ I rode into the hall/ on the great long-legged stride/ my mother prized me for./ You turned almost at once/ to look me up and down./ My cheeks burned with pride/ though inside/ I felt more like a clown.
Helen: The Amazon were coming!/ To fight on our side!/ We women were electrified./ You looked strange to us/ but exhilarating./ I was especially electrified/ by you.
Pen: I knew it too, that moment/ at least, when our eyes met across the room./ I was your last battle ax/ and you threw it.
Judy Grahn, the Queen of Swords
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I know I just put an ask in this morning, but do you happen to have any good Sokkla birth fic recs? I mean pregnancy is fine too but I'm lacking on actual birth scenes and the few I've seen are so sweet 😭 something about those two's personalities is so intriguing in those fics idk Sokka by Azula's side while she's in physical pain may be my weakest point when it comes to Sokkla and I'm unapologetic
Hmmm, off the top of my head, Proving you Wrong came to mind, even if that's not the core subject but I very much remember a birth scene there haha. I have a lead-up to birth but I didn't actually write the birth itself in Matching Heartbeats Chapter 2... Sorry, it's just insanely challenging to write childbirth, hahaha 🤣 There's also I'll Meet You At The Bottom? I no longer remember if it went in depth with the birth because it's been a while but some part of me thinks it did... For pregnancy there's Yeet!, Changings, and Singing Metal. If you want, you probably can find a lot I haven't had a chance to read just yet in this particular filtered search, while I can't attest to high quality every time, I'm sure you'll find plenty of good stuff there regardless!
Hope that helps and happy reading!
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Just found out that ‘Varney the Vampire’, notorious mid-Victorian penny-dreadful, is on Project Gutenberg and chock-full of important vampire knowledge from the year 1845. Vampires are from Norway, apparently? And can be killed in the regular way by being shot at, but can then be revived by moonlight? And are bad at getting over fences?
“They looked in the direction he indicated. At the end of this vista was the wall of the garden. At that point it was full twelve feet in height, and as they looked, they saw the hideous, monstrous form they had traced from the chamber of their sister, making frantic efforts to clear the obstacle.
Then they saw it bound from the ground to the top of the wall, which it very nearly reached, and then each time it fell back again into the garden with such a dull, heavy sound, that the earth seemed to shake again with the concussion. They trembled—well indeed they might, and for some minutes they watched the figure making its fruitless efforts to leave the place.”
I do also have to give them credit for the conversation that goes “Hey, you know our swooning damsel sister, who has done nothing so far but faint and get attacked by vampires while the narrator breathlessly describes how sexily terrified she is? It’s probably cool to leave her alone with our elderly mother while we investigate mausoleums, you think?” “…Well, we’ll give her a gun, right?” “Obviously we’ll give her a gun, dude.”
“Flora changed colour, and slightly trembled, and then, as if ashamed of her fears, she said,—"Go, go; I will not detain you. Surely no harm can come to me in presence of my mother." "We shall not be gone longer than the time I mention to you," said Henry.
"Oh, I shall be quite content. Besides, am I to be kept thus in fear all my life? Surely, surely not. I ought, too, to learn to defend myself." Henry caught at the idea, as he said,—
"If fire-arms were left you, do you think you would have courage to use them?" "I do, Henry."
"Then you shall have them; and let me beg of you to shoot any one without the least hesitation who shall come into your chamber."
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