#examples of that include Rumours and even Red

[saintescuderia]

pancakes (pt. 1)

welcome a new multi-chapter fic. enjoy.

AKA - the story of how the naive australian rookie befriended the gym junkie F1 hospitality worker with the shoe collection - and inadvertently broke the grid's most treasured and unspoken rule: you don't go for y/n.

series masterlist here :)

P1 - bulgarian split squats

Really, the only way to survive Formula 1 was by going to the gym. 

The gym addiction was something that had existed long before joining the circus of a motorsports paddock filled with politics and rumours, as well as the slim fitting uniforms that always seemed to be accompanied by, in your opinion, ugly ass shoes. 

Sure, Puma was the offical sponsor but couldn’t they get anything other than the Speedcat? And what even was that name? Speedcat? It was on brand, sure, but at what cost? Really? If Formula 1 was trying to grow its popularity they could honestly start with their dress code. Seeing Christian Horner in Skechers really took the intimidation out of him when you served him his double espresso during the Spanish Grand Prix that one time last season. 

One of the perks of working in Hospitality - and there were very few far and in between - was that uniform was not so strict. F1 Hospitality only required an all black service with ‘comfortable shoes.’ This you took for interpretation. Dunks. Jordan 4s. Maybe 1s. Never 13s. Forces were good for a night race - that usually meant more stairs - and Vans were what you reached for in the morning when you knew you’d be working the barista shift. Converse were for ‘throw away’ races.

These were the races where you knew the shoe-care was not important. For example, Silverstone with its torrential UK drinkers who were likely to throw up on your beloved sneakers. Alas, you had learned the hard way when you almost lost your job by rushing to the kitchen to start scrubbing the vomit off your blue and red Cortez during peak lunch.

Never again.

Admittedly, you did try to keep at least one pair of Converse in good care since they were the renowned shoe come leg day. 

Another perk of working in F1 Hospitality was that every circuit’s map layout had been drilled into your head. Meaning you always knew exactly where the communal driver’s gym was located at and could therefore get your daily dose of dopamine before dealing with… well, everything.

You silenced the shrill horror that came from the iPhone alarm. 4:00 read the lockscreen, the light shining brightly into your face. It didn’t help that your wallpaper had a photo with a clear blue sky, making the light even harsher in the darkness. You could’ve very well changed it and avoid the pain you routinely go through every morning. But it was this very photo that reminded you why you were getting up in four in the morning in the first place. 

You had snapped it during a free practice in Italy that had miraculously lined up with a break in your shift. The sky was clear and the red car was small, but clear on the circuit. Ferrari, of course. You still remember the buzz that circled around the paddock staff that day. No matter who you routed for or whatever bias you had, there was a unanimously acknowledgement that Ferrari winning at Monza was special. He was special. 

Then again, you’ve known that long before he stood on that podium in Italy and was given his infamous nickname. 

It didn’t even take you ten minutes until you were out the door. Your gym clothes (pump cover included!) were on the one limpy chair that decorated your poor little hotel room, your shaker sat on top of your gym bag with you black high top Converse right beside it. By the time you had made it to the gym, it was a little past 4:15 and you had already scooped in pre-workout into your mouth ready to get through the oncoming pain. 

Your hips were a little tight, as per normal. The left side even more so. The hood of your hoodie was up, headphones on and blasting the hardstyle house music that would see you through the next two hours. You went through your usual stretches but with today’s added focus on the lower body. 

And then you went about destroying your legs. 

It was about an hour or so that Oscar finally sleepily arrived. You weren’t actually sure what time it was but you were up to doing bulgarian split squats - and hating life - and that was usually at the hour mark. You gave him a curious once over, noting the odd choice of clothing. It was a little odd to see a driver in the paddock wearing athleisure that wasn’t their team uniform.

“Bro, it’s five in the morning.” Oscar groaned, shuffling over to come and sit on the bench next to you. You gave another three more reps - Oscar silently watching you groan in pain through the last two - and then finally dropped the dumbbells. You reached over to take a sip of water and checked the phone for the time.

“It’s five thirteen in the morning.” You corrected. It had been just about the hour mark. “Are we training today or?” It wasn’t the first time Oscar had joined you. The reason his neck was getting stronger was because of you. In your opinion, the trainer Alpine had assigned Oscar was a fucking idiot.

“You’re doing legs.” Oscar pointed out, as if that was enough of an answer. He leaned to lay back down on the bench and stared up as he continued to speak. “Drivers don’t need bulky legs. We’ve been over this.”

You had. Many times. You knew he was right. It still would be nice to have someone to go through legs with you, though.

“So train with light weights.” You offered, trying. Oscar just gave you a look that made it clear he was not picking up any type of weights. You shrugged, not deterred. “I’ll do calisthenics with you. Or we can work on plyometrics.” Oscar’s response was to close his eyes and let out a deep sigh. “Fuck it man, do some cardio.” You came to the last resort, coming to kick his legs as you walked past to load up the smith machine with some different plates. 

“Piss off Tezza.” The Australian-ness continuing to shine through with the nickname that Oscar had specifically designed for you in respect of your shared citizenship to the ‘land down under.’

Except unlike the blond caucasian boy who loved AFL, grew up in Brighton East and attended Haileybury, your Australian-ness was less obvious. Your accent, for one, wasn’t as prominent since your parents were African immigrants. This, of course, didn’t just influence your speech patterns and accent.

Dark skin, dark eyes and dark hair, you weren't exactly the picture of a 'true blue Aussie.' The rite of public school bullying from those who did look 'Australian' (whatever that meant) had you scoffing at vegemite and preferring to follow EPL and La Liga than whatever the fuck was Aussie Rules Football.

Why is it called football if the players pick up the ball?

Still, when a homesick Oscar Piastri overheard one of the Hospitality staff yell out that that they were going for a 'Macca’s run' between the practice sessions on his very first F1 race weekend, he instantly picked up on the Australian-ism. And he didn’t let it go. And cue the beginning of a friendship that had Oscar Piastri calling you ‘bro’ and shortening your last name as per Australian rite.

Even if you had sworn off that sort of thing.

“Oscar, man, if you ain’t here to train then why are you?” You said, locking the plates in place on the smith machine. You lifted up your hood up and ducked under the bar to rest the metal against you shoulders, the hood acting as a cushion. The starting weight was light enough that you wouldn't have to worry about music for your first set. Besides, if Oscar was here, he could be the entertainment for this set. “You forget that this is a driver’s only gym. You could get in trouble." The sarcasm was all too clear in your voice.

No one used the ‘drivers-only’ gym. It was something that every Grand Prix had set up. Mobile, communal and high-end, it had enough equipment to rival the local 24/7 studio franchise gym that seemed to exist in every neighbourhood. Despite the fact that every driver preferred to train at their own motorhome gym - or that every team had their own mobile gym set up in conjunction to the motorhome - F1 still went about packing up and moving their own studio gym to every single location come race weekend.

If anything, it was a nice stop during the presentation walk during the sponsorship lunches where good old Stefano Domenicali would show off all the amazing resources that the Grand Prix space has to offer. 

So, no. F1’s Driver Gym was not used.

The only reason it wasn’t gathering dust was because every weekend it was packed up and moved. That and you woke up at 4am every weekend to destroy your muscles in the familiar red and black equipment.

"You're here." Oscar reminded you. "And not a driver."

You ignored him and just kept up with your repetitions, focusing on engaging your glutes and keeping your core tight. Oscar was silent as you finished your first set. When you finished your last rep, he stood up and came round as you locked the machine. He knew you well enough to pick up the 10kg and help add it to the sides.

"Thanks." You said. Oscar nodded and added the weight to the other side. There was a quiet air for a moment and you went to pick up your headphones to put them back on. Things were getting heavier and you would need music to get through the next few sets.

“I might be leaving Alpine.” 

You looked up at Oscar who dropped the bomb and then looked back at your headphones. You sighed and then dropped the headphones back to land in your gym bag. Headphoneless, you went back to the machine and Oscar took your invitation.

“Zak Brown approached me yesterday and suggested something about picking me up for next year.” Oscar said.

You just kept squatting. Oscar was far too removed to yet be aware of - well, everything.

“And with talk of Fernando quitting, I know that Alpine will be calling me up but do I trust that? Honestly Lando has been doing so well and Ocon has always pissed me off.” Oscar watched as you started to struggle.

He stood up and came around to help you but you just shook you head. You pushed through one more rep and then called it. 

“He does have a punchable face.” You said, now out of breath. Esteban had always annoyed you and before meeting Oscar, you used to dread the weekends where you were put on Alpine.

Your friend handed you the water bottle sat beside your gym bag before you could even ask. You gave a two finger salute in thanks as he continued on.

“And Lily and I got into this massive fight again! Apparently I don’t communicate enough!” He huffed. “But I sent her flowers and chocolates because she’s going through finals and she likes daisies and Cadbury."

“Yeah, but is that her love language though?” You asked, dropping your bottle and going to stack up the final set of weights on the smith machine. Oscar stood up again to help you.

“Her what?” He asked, handing you the plate.

“Love language.” You answered, still panting, and explained, “You’ve got physical touch, gift giving, quality time, words of affirmation and acts of service.” 

“Are you saying people love in specific ways?" Oscar asked, quick to process new information as always.

“Exactly. You did something nice for her, an act of service. Maybe all she wants is a nice, long phone call or maybe some texts complimenting her or something.” You shrugged and then brought up your headphones.

Oscar accepted this, knowing the last set would require music.

He watched you as you settled back under the smith machine bar and went on squatting more than his body weight. He shook his head and ran a hand over his face. He really shouldn't have been surprised at your lack of surprise. Little shocked you. That or your might’ve already known and just kept it to yourself. F1 Hospitality were a part of the Formula One Group and, therefore, were not associated to any one team. They had rotations across all teams and, therefore, every member of staff were required to sign an NDA. Not that ever did anything in this damn place.

Still, Oscar knew that you were one of the few genuine people left in this place.

He knew that there would’ve been so many opportunities where you could’ve easily done something for yourself by recounting something you had overheard while pouring Toto Wolff his coffee or serving Mattia Binotto his lunch. It was the reason why so many teams hired their own internal hospo staff.

It was also the reason why Oscar felt comfortable coming to tell you about Alpine and McLaren before he had even told his own parents, or Lily. The argument with his girlfriend had prevented him from getting any sleep, mulling it over in his mind for hours. Oscar knew you would be able to help him through it all.

And that you would be the only one awake at this godforsaken hour.

By the time you had finished your first set, he was Googling love languages and having a quick read through. 

By the time you had finished your second set, he was halfway through doing the love languages quiz.

By the time you had finished your third and final set, he was seeing what the problem was between him and Lily.

“I think Lily is words of affirmation and I'm acts of service." He said, coming up to the machine as you stepped back and pulled down your headphones. You blinked and nodded, still put of breath. "I think I forgot to check in with her and send her some compliments. Tell her I'm proud of her for getting through exams. Especially because she never is one for gifts, really."

You held out your hand to him. "There you go. Growth."

"I don't know what to do about Alpine."

"Call a lawyer."

Oscar pursed his lips and then considered this. That wouldn't be his first move but thinking about it, it was probably for the best. "That's actually a good idea."

"Isn't that why you're here?" You retorted. "Since you're not here to train. Speaking of which, the fuck is that?"

“What?” He asked and realised you were looking at his feet.

“Zak Brown isn’t going to hire you if he finds out that you’re wearing fucking thongs with socks.” You said, finally recognising the flip-flops he wore with some white socks that really needed to be washed. 

“You’ve been a great help, thanks.” Oscar smiled. You rolled your eyes and went to your gym bag. Pulling out a pair of white Adidas Sambas, you tossed them to Oscar.

“Put these on.”

“Is my footwear really that offensive to you?”

“We’ll go run the track.” You said then gestured to all of him. “It’ll help you burn all of this off.”

Oscar sighed and did as he was told. He laced up the shoes you'd given him that surprisingly fit his large feet and followed you out to the track. He used his pass to get through since a driver running the track at 5:30 in the morning would just be seen as the dedication to the grind. A Hospitality staff member would just be accused of breaking in. 

“Maybe it’s a good thing you’re going through a crisis. I’ve always wanted to do a morning run on the track.” You said with a grin as the pair of you came to the starting line that, in a matter of hours, would be full of mechanics, engineers, reporters, camera crew members and, of course, drivers.  

“If I get a seat at McLaren, you can be my trainer.” Oscar said as you both started warming up into a light jog.

"Ha." You snorted. "As if you could afford me, bro."

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[tracle0]

what's the colour wip? @khufiya-khaufnak-antariksh

Oh howdy hi @khufiya-khaufnak-antariksh! How's it going?

Colour WIP yeah! It's. The newest WIP idea I've had that I might even pursue! Mmm. How do I go about this?

Basically, it's set in a world with magic based on colours, in the form of stripping pigments from objects to use sort of like AtlA waterbending.

You have secondary mages - Oranges, Greens, Purples - who control only their colour, and primary mages - Reds, Yellows, Blues, who control their colour as well as the secondaries they create from them (Yellows having control over orange, yellow and green, for example!)

The story follows a Purple mage, Fina, who has been hidden away for all twelve years of her life for fear of being taken away like all the other Purples are for 'mandatory training' that only Purples undergo, and come out of different and subservient. Her cover is blown when she uses magic outside the house, but before she can be snatched away, she's saved by a legendary blind mage named Red (you'll never guess what colour he controls), and she swiftly finds herself apprenticed by him in order to learn her magic properly.

At the same time as training, she finds out that Red is also planning a heist - he's heard rumours of a new technological development that can strip pigments from anything and everything... including mages. He's put together a small team of different mages in order to break into the facility this object is kept in, destroy it, and get out safely.

I've been chewing on the idea for. Gosh, a hot minute now. My records imply January this year, so it's been stewin' good and proper! I'd like it to be my 2023 NaNo project if I can, but we'll have to see, mm?

#colour wip #writerblr #thank you for asking! I'm excited by it #there's a lot I didn't mention because I was trying to be brief but it's? It's cool! #I think I have a single short story on this here tumblr somewhere under the colour wip tag maybe??? #not sure at all but if it's there then hey it's there #I have another that I don't think can go on tumblr.com cause it's major spoilers sadly #some people might get to read it! Who knows #not me

[animusxy]

It’s been so long since I’ve been on here and I’m trying to get back into the rhythm of writing but I have mocks coming up so I’m not sure when I can actually start working on things longterm. I will be trying my best. In the meantime, I’m about to go into a rant on HOTD and the fan base. Specifically towards the die-hard black supporters who seem hell-bent on justifying every little war crime they do.

To be clear I DONT SUPPORT THE BLACKS OR THE GREENS. SO I WILL BE TRYING TO REMAIN AS UNBIASED AS POSSIBLE WITHOUT LETTING MORALS GET IN THE WAY TOO MUCH.

Both sides do horrible things during the war and you can argue that one side has a stronger claim than the other all you want. The lesser of two evils if you will.

But that’s all objectively viewing things.

I’ve read the books and though unreliable I know the main points that will be coming in the next seasons of the show. I will warn you now THERE WILL BE SPOILERS.

My first point is who should be on the Iron Throne. An extremely controversial topic. Personally I don’t think anyone in the show would be a good ruler, barring Jace perhaps. This includes Rhaenyra, Aegon, Aemond and Daemon. You name it.

I don’t think I need to explain with Aegon. He’s not suited, he lacks the ability to handle that stress. Not to mention horrendous actions towards women.

Aemond, now this is my speculation as he is my favourite character (Yes, even with Luke and all), would be good in politics and tradition. He’s smart, a warrior and respects religion however he would not be able to connect with the smallfolk in my opening so while to the higher ups he’d probably be great, he probably wouldn’t be very well liked by the people.

Now Rhaenyra, I’ll give some examples because this might be the most gruesome part for the die-hard black fans to read, if they haven’t already stopped when I mentioned Rhaenyra before (this might be a bit controversial I know). Rhaenyra was welcomed when she took the throne but it didn’t last. She understands politics to a degree but she has serious entitlement issues.

For example: She taxed the fuck out of the smallfolk and while they were starving in the streets what was she doing? Throwing feasts to celebrate her crowning and her child being named Prince of Dragonstone. You can imagine how scorned they must have felt, Rhaenyra was practically rubbing it in their faces. Not to mention there is a war going on.

Instead of ensuring her victory and place on the Iron Throne she let her vengeful streak take over. She had anyone she thought to be a traitor hung or beheaded and their corpses littered around and outside the Red Keep further estranging the smallfolk who, as Mysaria so beautifully put it give the crown their power.

But here’s the thing Rhaenyra doesn’t care about the smallfolk, it’s implied that she believed that to be beneath her and it does show. She stayed away in Dragonstone when she should’ve been securing her claim. Her absence could have allowed the Lords to change allegiances as well (of course not the Starks).

Not to mention the rumours that Rhaenyra had something to do with Halaena’s death. This may be wrong, Helaena could have thrown herself from the Red Keep, but it cannot be deemed until the show gets to that point.

I like Rhaenyra’s character, I understand why she does a lot of what she does but I will not condone them. I won’t justify them either, nor will I with Aegon, Aemond or Daemon.

Now my first instance. Rhaenys and the Dragonpit. This was not by any means a ‘Girl Boss’ moment. It looks cool and I love how it was done but it really goes to say something about Targaryen entitlement.

Rhaenys burst through the ground killing probably thousands of the smallfolk, roaring at her enemies with Meleys and then flying away. The Dragonpit has other entrances she could’ve gotten out another way and given Rhaenyra a heads up without revealing that she had escaped.

We see this entitlement when Aemond chases Lucerys and accidentally kills Lucerys. It was SO STUPID. Aemond thought that he could control Vhagar because he’s a Targaryen and look how that ended up. I say accident because it was but that doesn’t change anything Lucerys is still dead and know he’s going to have to deal with the fallout.

Blood and Cheese, the amount of people I have seen cheering this like saying ‘It was completely justified’ is astronomical. I can’t help but think about whether or not you should be in a mental hospital if you think the same thing.

In what realm of possibility does a Toddler, probably around 6, deserve to die? I would like someone to answer that question if they believe that he should’ve died in the way that he did. Because by saying it’s justified you’re saying that they deserved to die. These are the same people who will love the ‘A child shouldn’t pay for the sins of their parents’ trope but as soon as it suits their favourite characters it’s completely okay and great to watch. Now you may say, Rhaenyra had nothing to do with it. Which may be true in the books but the show is canon so only time will tell and as far as the books are concerned Rhaenyra had little remorse for what had happened.

This isn’t to say that Lucerys deserved to die because he absolutely didn’t. He deserved to be punished about the eye and Aemond as well about the comments (though I would argue that an eye is a lot more than enough of a punishment) but he did not deserve to die and while Aemond is one of my favourites and I don’t like/dislike Luke, I am going to miss him in the coming seasons because he was a very kind person and I would love to see how he’d progress in the Dance of the Dragons.

Daemon is not a good guy or grey character. He killed his first wife, an innocent, and choked Rhaenyra. He has affection for his family but it doesn’t stop him from doing cruel things. You don’t need to justify his actions, he’s there to make you think about your own morals. He’s not meant to make you feel comfortable when you see what he does. He’s there so that you can question his actions and his reasoning behind them. He’s a fascinating character to watch and my second favourite in the show. This also applies to Aemond btw but I think he’s a little more on the unhinged side compared to Daemon.

Now I think my final point will be that Rhaenyra is not a feminist. She could not care less what happens to other women as long as she is treated equally or better than men because of her position in the world. She’s not going out of her way to help people, she’s using her position to get one over on anyone she doesn’t like. She’s not like Daenerys, she doesn’t care about people who are suffering unless they are very close to her. The same also goes for Alicent but she leans more towards the religion aspect of it.

Okay, rant over. I haven’t checked this over so there could be typos

I’d love to hear your opinions about any of the events that have occurred within HOTD or will occur and if there’s anything you haven’t heard up there but would like me to explain just message me.

#house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #hotd #hotd season 1 #helaena targaryen #daemon targaryen #prince aemond #rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenys targaryen #lucerys velaryon #jacerys velaryon #jacaerys velaryon #Blood and Cheese #hotd spoilers #queen alicent #alicent hightower

[casterlygldcs]

who: @casimirtully when and where: the court of kings landing, shortly following the departure of king cedric tyrell and the reach faction from the coronation festivities. king tyland lannister schedules an audience with the river king, following an interaction between himself and lysarr rogare, the head of the lyseni bank - and in complete opposition to king casimir of house tully.

truthfully, it did not take miracles to figure out what was happening beneath the cloistered alcoves of kings landing's red keep; the multiple groups and factions forced together in such close proximity, regardless of where they were technically accommodated, made certain tensions all too obvious and too clear. one could only imagine the tension that lingered in the air to know the tully king and his court remained in the same room as the rogares of lys; the crumbling of a family connection that had resulted in bloodshed and, what could be argued to be war.

it was during the winter feasts that the court of rivers had apparently put down their goblets and picked up their blades instead, venturing deeper into the country to wipe out what remained of lyseni mercenaries that had bunkered down. no doubt because they had no choice but to; to bunker down whilst engaging in guerrilla tactic was a useless move. "he appears lacking in moral limit." tyland commented, his goblet of wine to his lips as he spoke directly to the flame haired man sat beside him; though who they spoke of, was another matter entirely. "as you already know, considering the circumstances. he seems to have gotten comfortable with king jaehaerys, for the sake of cementing an alliance with the lyseni bank. their shared valyrian blood makes it all the more apparent."

tyland lannister had taken to an audience with the rightful heir of the rogare bank; according to inheritance and bloodline at least, though he knew nothing about the true capabilities of the man. the bank spoke for itself, considering the lyseni spring was renowned amongst all, even on this side of the continent - one looked at lyseni items with a sense of luxury, as though they were valuables that signified toward social statues. tyland lannister saw the rise and fall of many such a house, including the likes of the hightowers themselves; never would one have considered house hightower to be in the state it was in today, and yet here it was.

"truthfully, i suspect his sister is here to be an option for a bride. he had the doctrine issued for a reason - and he would expect to lead his nobles with his own example." admittedly a problem for the westerlands - there was only supposed to be one queen. and yet, there could be another - and with that, came more influence. more fingers in what was kings landing.

a shadow of it's former self. wealth acquired by trade, rather than physical natural resource, had it's advantage as much as it has it's downfalls; one being that they were unstable. one wrong move, and all the investments came tumbling. it had become clear what it was the rogares had set their eyes upon in regards to the westerlands and immense power of the lannisters; infamous even across the narrow sea, all heard of lannister gold and the rumours of it being cursed. to uproot their alliance with the riverlands, and instead shift interest into the mechanisms of the lyseni spring: only, tyland lannister knew that spring ended. nothing lasted forever, and as much as there was sudden rises in power, there was also shocking falls.

if he jumped onto every opportunity that came up, if he flung himself through every open door, he would find himself at a clear loss sooner rather than later. that was an importance factor in ruling; being able to evaluate what was truly more worthy in the long term, what held the biggest advantage and disadvantage. in the end, having a princess as a queen rather than remaining a princess married to a banker would prove more beneficial.

this was another house, another power gaining something of value for a short amount of time - it was not the same as the aristocratic, longstanding wealth of the noble houses of westeros. the two kings remained in the aftermath of a gathering feast between their two courts, following the announcement of the betrothal of king casimir tully and princess guinevere lannister - one by one the courtiers had taken their leave, until it was only the two kings left in the room. tyland watched the retreating figures of his brother and his sister, noting the way in which she briefly looked upon the pair of them before biding them goodnight; the sooner the marriage went through, the better. "but i suspect he was disappointed to know the betrothal is firmly set in stone."

#c: casimir #casimir 003

[https-heizou]

case file: the nation of death. [masterlist]

deireadh ; the nation of death.

location: north-east of inazuma, past the spiral abyss biome: dark and forestry, very mossy. it’s boreal with bitter winters and some locations have intense fog

previous archon: éabha (unknown - dendro polearm) current archon: morrigan (ipos - pyro sword)

deireadh’s status regarding gnosis: despite celestia watching deireadh extremely closely since they handle the souls going to the afterlife, the archons of deireadh are not gifted gnoses by celestia. it’s rumoured that within an bheatha shíoraí there is a gate to celestia since deireadh works close with celestia but that doesn’t mean to say that deireadh’s archons agree with celestia.

lore.

deireadh is the nation of death and not an element, meaning the archons do not correspond their visions to the element. the previous archon, éabha (irish - to breathe) had a dendro vision and she was the first archon of deireadh, having won the land during the archon war. it is told in deireadh’s myths that éabha was not a strong archon during the war, instead she was diligent and smart, working in cohorts with morax. she created the court of saol (the court of life) which is the government that oversees deireadh. this includes the archon’s private secretary, who delivers the souls of the deceased to the afterlife.

éabha is the reason that deireadh is almost entirely a forest. she used her dendro vision to turn the bodies of the deceased into tree saplings after her private secretary delivered their souls. however éabha lost her life in a revolution her people led against her since they would not be able to bury their loved ones because of her. morrigan took her place as the archon although éabha also created a tree out of her own body (an bheatha shíoraí - eternal life)

morrigan resides within an bheatha shíoraí, a giant tree located to the north of deireadh at the place of eabha’s death. she nurtures and protects it, having used her pyro vision to burn the trees and land surrounding an bheatha shíoraí so that nobody dares trespasses. despite protecting the last thing that remains of éabha, the people do in fact love morrigan even with her rare appearances in public. when morrigan became archon, deireadh became a nation that began to favour cremation for their loved ones after their souls had been delivered.

deireadh's species.

deireadh is mainly host to the human species but there are others of deireadh folklore that still exist within the court of saol. for example, the remaining banshees work for the archon of death to announce the soon deaths of loved ones to families. on the other hand, the dullahans were faeries that worked closely with éabha when she was the archon - there is only two dullahans left in current day deireadh working for morrigan. few bánánachs also exist with deireadh, their species protecting an bheatha shíoraí upon morrigan’s command.

banshees are female spirits that herald the death of a family member, usually by screaming, wailing, shrieking or keening. their cries signal impending doom. the banshees of deireadh are usually extremely pale and wear grey cloaks as they go about their jobs with them all wearing the same broach in their hair when they are not working to symbolise their species. their eyes are usually red from the continual weeping that they do. the most known banshee in deireadh is saoirse, morrigan’s private secretary.

dullahans are male depicted headless riders on horses - typically black horses - that carry their heads in their hand. they use human spines as whips. they foreshadow imminent death, for if they call your name you die immediately. for deireadh, dullahans work as protectors of the archon, working to kill anyone who stands in her way; this is why many were killed in the revolution. they differ from banshees as banshees simply signal impending deaths whereas dullahans kill with their call. in deireadh, dullahans will transport their victims’ souls to the nearest graveyard for the private secretary to deliver the soul to the afterlife.

bánánachs are female spectres that haunt battlefields; due to this, they are commonly found skulking around an bheatha shíoraí. morrigan used this to her disposal, commanding them to protect an bheatha shíoraí as they roam. they are not particularly violent nor do they bring ill omen. it’s usually easy to identify someone as a bánánach as they make no sound when they walk and usually have a dead gaze.

notable figures from deireadh.

éabha: the previous archon of deireadh.

morrigan: the current archon of deireadh.

saoirse: morrigan's private secretary.

ciarán: one of the remaining dullahans that protect morrigan against treason and those with ill intent.

balor: ciarán's older brother and the other dullahan remaining.

maeve: the head of deireadh's cavalry.

deireadh's staple locations.

an bheatha shíoraí: the house of the court of saol, where the current archon of deireadh resides. an bheatha shíoraí is the final remains of the previous archon and is a large oak tree located to the north of deireadh. the land surrounding an bheatha shíoraí for several miles is burnt in an effort to protect the tree with all the trees and grass smouldering or still aflame. it is common that nobody nears an bheatha shíoraí unless called upon by the court of saol. 

the entirety of deireadh's lore is wip and is entirely my own creation.

#the detective’s office #the case files #https-heizou #— deireadh !

[hplovecraftmuseum]

Many decades ago Richard G. Huber (your curator) produced a brief essay titled LOVECRAFT AND EASTER ISLAND. Origionally appearing in the mid 1980s it eventually made a showing in an issue of NYCTALOPS, the extraordinary fanzine published by Harry O. Morris Jr. In that article I suggested that the famed monolithic sculptures of Easter Island bore a remarkable resemblance to Lovecraft himself. Perhaps the first person other than HPL to notice this was Gahan Wilson. Wilson, famed for his cartoons apprearing in PLAYBOY MAGAZINE for many decades, was creator of the statuettes awarded to notables at the World Fantasy Awards Conventions. In the novella, THE DREAM QUEST OF UNKNOWN KADATH, Lovecraft writes of the carving of one of the gods of Dreamland: "Rumour had said it was strange and not to be mistaken, and Carter saw that it was indeed so; for those long narrow eyes and long-lobed ears, and that thin nose and pointed chin, all spoke of a race that is not of men but of gods." Was Lovecraft here describing a stereotypical Moai of Easter Island, but also referencing his own likeness? Well, Lovecraft did have rather large ears with very obvious lobes, a long nose, and a lantern jaw that swept down and away from pursed and relatively tiny lips to a somewhat pointed chin. What about the "long narrow eyes"? HPL had large and lusterless brown eyes. These orbs had been discribed as "fishy" by at least one of his friends. How could such eyes be called long and narrow? Well, we know that the gods of Dreamland are themselves often in a state of dreaming, in other words their eyes would most likely be closed or at least drowsy and nearly so in appearance. On the contrary, we have very few examples of photos of HPL where his eyes are anything other than open and displaying a rather vacuous expression. If such large eyes were closed, however, "long and narrow" might have well discribed them. During Lovecraft's own time the Easter Island statues were usually depicted in art and photos from profile. Generally also they were without the large iridescent eyes of shell mosaic with dark centers that many of them had been decorated with by the native islanders. Rarely were the red stone hats the sculptures once wore included in modern photos too. If anything the complete and original aspect of these statues with the large eyes and almost Western-style brimmed hats resembled HPL even more than otherwise. There are some old engravings of Moai in their complete state, created by Western artists, but these were rare. Certainly the examples of the Easter Island statues that Lovecraft admitted that he'd seen in museums were eyeless and hatless. Unfortunately the famed statues of Rapa Nui, as the island is was called by the indigenous people, are in many cases weathering and degrading badly. Their chins and noses are wearing away. Hopefully there will be some effort to preserve them for future generations to admire. (Exhibit 430)

#lovecraft #lovecraft and Easter Island

[thepasseng3r]

Luisa, Marchesa Casati Stampa di Soncino was an Italian heiress, muse, and patroness of the arts in early 20th-century Europe.

Born into a cocoon of privilege in 1881, Luisa was the second daughter of a rich Austian cotton merchant living in Milan, who would later be given the title of count by King Umberto I. A plain and introverted child, she quietly absorbed the delights of Milan’s museums, galleries, and libraries, which instilled in her an appreciation of the avant-garde art that was gradually becoming popular at the turn of the century. It was in these early years that Luisa became fascinated by history’s notorious eccentrics, including the ’Swan King’ Ludwig of Bavaria, who’s outlandish behaviour, construction of extravagant castles, and patronage of the arts would be a significant influence on the Marchesa's later years.

With an abundance of wealth behind her, the Marchesa began to tailor her lifestyle into a plethora of flamboyant dress and unconventional behaviour. Her reputation spread throughout Europe, with stories of lavish and fantastical soirees, of servants painted in gold leaf, and of the Marchesa’s penchant for wearing live snakes as jewellery. She began to collect elaborate mansions, such as the red marble Palais Rose near Paris, which included a summer house gallery housing the hundreds of portraits she had sat for. Elsewhere she kept a large menagerie of animals, including monkeys, snakes, and two cheetahs with whom she would stroll through the streets at night. In Venice, she would often take her ocelots and borzois on walks outside her palazzo wearing nothing but a fur coat, pearls, and a face full of makeup. Guests reported collections of eerie mannequins that sat around her dining table as if to accompany the guests, and the Marchesa added fuel to these rumours by hinting they contained ashes of her past lovers.

Luisa's raison d’etre became ‘immortality through art’ and she began to seek out progressive artists, commissioning them to take her portrait by paint or lens and sometimes funding their living costs. This exchange differed somewhat from traditional, contemptuous relationship between the artist and the bourgeoisie; she maintained friendships with many she worked with and patronised the most innovative of artists. Her lifestyle was so intricately sewn with aesthetic excess and unconventionality that it appealed greatly to bohemian artistic sensibilities. Poiret dressed her; Augustus John painted her; the Italian futurists idolized her. In John Richardson’s biography of Picasso, he produces an anecdote about one of Casati’s infamous dinner parties.

Although no artist by traditional means, the Marchesa’s appearance was her canvas and she cultivated an enchanting personal style which captivated the aesthetes and bon vivants she consorted with. With her long, lean, pearl white body draped in outlandish finery, chaotic mess of fiery red hair, slash of scarlet lipstick, and striking kohl rimmed eyes, the Marchesa had the glamorous allure of a vampire, hungrily sucking up beauty, excess, and other visual delights.

She dressed in the high fashions of the day, but had many outlandish outfits specially tailored from her own ideas. One such example, which was worn to a ball in 1922, was decorated with dozens of tiny light bulbs, powered by a generator beneath her skirt, and reportedly gave the Marchesa tiny electric shocks throughout the night.

In portraits, she is most often shown with a tangle of hair dyed bright orange, intense eyes, and chiseled cheekbones. There is nothing muted about her approach to appearance. Casati stretched beauty’s limits even by today’s standards. She was six feet tall and accentuated her height with extravagant headpieces. Accounts say she took doses of belladonna, a poisonous plant, to dilate her pupils and make them darker. She didn’t stop there: She topped her unnaturally obscure eyes with rows and rows of fake eyelashes—sometimes fashioning them out of strips of fabric—and powdered her skin porcelain. She painted her face in stark black and white, like a photograph of the period.

[saffyspirals]

I’M OVER YOU (NO, THAT’S A LIE)

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about: every time you think you’re over him, he (unknowingly) does something to make you fall for him over again. alternative about: stuff they do to make it impossible for you to stop crushing on them.

a/n: i’m back, with my first tokyorev post of 2022! it’s been SO long, i know, and i’m sorry! lost my mojo, but i’m all good now. clearing out my inbox to start a fresh for the new year, so request away!

2nd a/n: i’m the friend who will tell you they’re over their crush, then come back hours later and explain why they have to take the previous statement back.

includes: wakasa, ran, mikey, sanzu, chifuyu, mitsuya, shinichiro, baji, hanma, takemichi, smiley, koko, inui, draken, rindou, hakkai, kazutora, takuya, akkun, angry & izana!

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wakasa, he — out of nOWHERE calls you cute. you hear him mutter it under his breath, then when you ask him to repeat it, he will. “said you look cuter than usual today. whatever you did, it’s working.” (it’s working? wth does that even mean?!!)

the teacher left your class to go print some papers or something, and someone starts up a class discussion about love. one of the guys asks you if you’re single, and before you can reply, ran jumps in; “nope! y/n is all mine ;)”

mikey hears rumours that you have a crush on someone else and decides to confront you. the rumours aren’t true (i mean, you just stopped liking him), of course. “i heard you like [——-]. what’s so great about him though? people like…i don’t know, me for example are way better!”

you’re walking home with sanzu, and the topic of kissing comes up. he asks if you’ve ever kissed anyone, then calls you a good girl when you tell him you haven’t.

chifuyu goes beet red when the waiter in a cafe he takes you to mistakes you for a couple and recommends you get the extra large milkshake with two straws.

mitsuya DOESN’T correct his little sisters when they start referring to you as you their future sister-in-law. he claims that it’s because his sisters are at the age where they throw tantrums if whenever they get things wrong, but…the twinkle in his eye gives you hope that there’s another reason why he didn’t correct them.

shinichiro suddenly hugs you from behind and asks; “how’s my favourite girl doing?”

when participating in a game of fuck, marry, kiss, baji completely disregards the other two girls involved in the question and says he’d only kiss, marry and fuck you. (he didn’t realise you were listening…your desk isn’t that close to his, but he was talking pretty loud).

hanma has a go at the teacher when he doesn’t put you two together in the new seating plan. he throws a tantrum like a mf child, but actually gets what he wants in the end because your teacher is tired of his noise.

takemichi overhears you complaining about having a bad hair day. “i think your hair looks really pretty though”. he says it without thinking, which gets him embarrassed when he realises what he’s just said, which makes you embarrassed about him being embarrassed—

smiley manages to steal the manga you’re reading from your hands and holds it above your head like a little shit. doesn’t give it back until you admit he’s got the cutest face ever!

you fall up the stairs in front of koko but his laugh is so cute and contagious that you can hardly feel the sting in your knees.

inui asks to share your textbook since he forgot his at home. sits waaay closer than he needs to but that doesn’t matter in the slightest since he smells so divine.

there’s a surprise pop quiz in class, and you just know you failed it. draken, the king of comforting, throws an arm around your shoulder, leans in towards your ear, and promises he probably failed too.

rindou hands you all of his pocket change when he notices you’re struggling to come up with enough coins to get your favourite snack from the vending machine. he’s given way too much, but he insists you keep it, “for the next time your stupid ass forgets to bring money and i’m not around to help.”

you feel like you’ve gotten over him just before your birthday. on the actual day, hakkai gifts you with the sweetest present ever: first, he utters actual words to you; “h-happy birthday, l/n.” second, the actual gift he gives you are a bunch of cards. on each card is a bunch of stuff he’s wanted to say all the time that you’ve been friends, but has been too shy to actually voice to you.

kazutora asks to compare hand sizes, then intertwines your fingers when you’ve put them together. “i just wanted to see what it was like to hold your hand. you don’t mind, right?”

takuya notices that you like wearing rings, and randomly decides to gift you with another. “i thought this silver one would go with the other two you usually wear. what do you think?”

you’ve come into school, hair done badly because you couldn’t be asked to do it nicely, when akkun spots you. he helps you do your hair properly before class. every so often for the rest of the day, you catch him looking at you. each time he’s caught, he goes all red and looks away! (i assume he’s admiring his handiwork!!)

one of your friends pushes you into angry. his hand skips around your waist to steady you. it’s so brief, but he just has the softest look on his face when your eyes meet. he lets you go, clears his throat, and tells you to be more careful next time.

izana pretends he’s stuck on the homework questions so that he can hear you talk. he openly admits that that’s exactly what he was doing when he’s found out too.

[here’s my masterlist ! ]

#tokyo revengers scenarios #tokyorev x reader #tokyo revengers #wakasa imaushi x reader #ran haitani x reader #mikey x reader #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #matsuno chifuyu x reader #takashi mitsuya x reader #shinichiro sano x reader #baji keisuke x reader #hanma shuji x reader #takemichi hanagaki x reader #smiley x reader #kokonoi hajime x reader #seishu inui x reader #draken x reader #rindou haitani x reader #hakkai shiba x reader #kazutora hanemiya x reader #takuya yamamoto x reader #akkun x reader #angry x reader #izana kurokawa x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyorev imagines #tokyorev scenarios #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers imagines #x reader

[shushiyuii]

Demonic chains (Part 1)

Note: Not me and Dicey staying up late and obsessing over this new au. I’m not kidding we’ve talked about this for 2 days and Dicey has already made a bunch of art for it! (I really appreciate you little muffin!) 

So presenting Demonic chains, an au mainly based on the bonds of humans and demons :3 (This au is fricking allium duo because I do too much Crimeboys dwdkadkad)

Warnings: Demons (Which would include, rituals and other things demons may have?) Also some subtle themes of vore? Kinda?

Words: 2.6K+ (Ghosties, calm down please. I can see your demands, please don’t hold me at gunpoint dkwknkawdna)

The world had its many rules, many for the afterlife to follow. One of those main rules as to why the system itself was created entirely. The soul, the soul could be many things, but one thing was definitely certain.

It was the display of your existence within the universe, the culmination of your being, to show that you are in fact alive. For humans, their souls are the reason they live, pumping through their veins, giving them emotion, traits and so much more.

The soul was a key factor in existence, it displayed who a person was. At least for humans, humans had souls, ones that indicated their main trait to keep existing. For some, it could be the burning fiery red of ambition, or the yellow to display their pride or the calm, safe feeling of kindness from the colour of a green soul.

Humans weren’t the only creatures with souls though. In the effects of the afterlife, if a soul wishes to persist and continue existing, it will turn into a Demon. Demons are the remains of human souls, terrifying creatures that control the afterlife.

There are different kinds of Demons, animals, spectral, reptilians and humanoid. The demons have many ways of displaying power, one of those ways is through appearance, for example, animal-based demons will appear more animal-like than humanoid as a display of power.

Now, Demons live within the afterlife, good or bad. The afterlife itself is actually very complicated to explain, even some demons don’t have a full comprehension of it, but the basics are that there’s a hierarchy, a hierarchy of powerful demons.

Power is displayed not only through appearance, but the number of souls they have consumed as souls are their source of energy, their hunger if you will. The more souls you consume, the more powerful you become. But souls aren’t always too easy to achieve.

Demons like to play fairly and don’t usually wish to take souls from humans for granted. So, to combat this, contracts were established. Humans can summon demons through an ancient art of rituals or runes, rituals being a way to summon more specific demons whilst Runes are more at random.

When summoned, a demon will show themselves to the humans. And while discussion, the demon will grant whatever the human desires, may it be for a fortune, dreams, popularity, or protection and in return the human will offer their soul to the Demon in exchange.

Not too many humans know about demons themselves, so if in conversation there’s only many rumours and speculation, Humans don’t even know what their soul is or the fact that it exists…

…

The legal papers were finally done and over with, he was granted his freedom. He could finally live out his life as an orphan independent teenager living out in the city… Sure, it’d be difficult all on his own in a run-down apartment, but he’d make do!

Especially since he was getting a somewhat steady income from funding. Eventually, he’d get a job, finish school, and live out his adulthood. All he had to do was get through the struggles of loneliness and carry on his day-to-day life.

16 meant he was technically an adult right? He was responsible too! The apartment itself may be a little run-down and dusty but nothing a touch of home can’t fix, right? All he would have to do is clean up the place, everything was already included in the apartment.

Rumours were speculated about the apartment Tommy was staying in, it was often said that the previous tenant that had lived there died from unknown means. Not only that but it was freaky as the neighbours would often hear the tenant either talking to someone or scream, but they lived alone.

But Tommy doesn’t care about that. It’s worth its price and the landlord is a very sweet lady who helped him. So, Tommy doesn’t need to pay any mind to any stupid rumours!

…

He left his suitcase by the door as he entered, a strange smell hitting his nostrils. Okay, he’d definitely need some refresher in the place if it smelt like this, he thought as he brought his sleeve to cover his nostrils.

He flipped the dusty light switch and bright light that almost blinded Tommy was brought into the room. After his vision adjusted, he could see the furniture of the room, along with the many boxes sent to assist with his moving in process.

There was a comfy old couch with a decent television, which was actually quite a pleasant surprise because if Tommy saved up enough, he could play his console and watch tv. The apartment itself wasn’t entirely dirty as new bedsheets, a fresh-looking bathroom and a clean kitchen were there waiting for him.

It was just the other part’s Tommy wasn’t so keen on. The carpet of the apartment was old and had a strange smell to it. Not only that but there was also an extra room for Tommy to use as perhaps his office space or something.

But then again, the room was a lot darker than the others within the house. Not only that but there was an ominous feeling to it, it scared Tommy a little bit. But after shortly gaining the confidence, he entered the room.

It was completely empty aside from the rug in the middle of the room, something felt off about the rug though, so he crept closer to it… A feeling of dread shivered down his back as he knelt to flip over the carpet…

His hands gripped the carpet and ever so quickly he flipped it over. What he saw was a red circle with strange inscriptions within it, in the centre was a four-pointed star. It was definitely strange with how it looked…

In curiosity, he touched the circle with his finger…

Bright red flashed across his face as it illuminated the room. He quickly picked up the words of incoherent whispers, it became louder by the second and the light became ever so brighter, causing Tommy to cover his eyes.

“W H O  S U M M O N S  M E ?”, a voice spoke, it had a strange feeling to it as if he had heard the voice multiple times, ringing in his head. If he had one way to describe it, it would be demonic…

“I- uh”, Tommy stumbled out entirely confused. What on earth was happening? First, he had moved into his new apartment, then find some strange symbol thing on the ground, and now there was a voice talking to him with no holder. The fuck?

Was he summoning something like in one of those horror movies?

The voice repeated itself, “W H O  S U M M O N S M E?”, this time the tone was more demanding of an answer. In a panic he answered, “T-Tommy!”. Great, he may have just given his name to a demon, wasn’t that a bad thing?!

“T O M M Y?”, the voice seemed decently confused now and a hand? Claw? Paw? He wasn’t sure, but it began to raise itself from the circle, a giant hand… It gripped onto the floor; Tommy began to back up against the wall in fear…

A gigantic figure began to emerge from the circle, but before it even managed to get halfway it bumped its head onto the ceiling, receiving a growl from the thing as it adjusted itself to kneel into the room and stare down at Tommy.

It was vaguely humanoid in shape with a monochromatic colour tone to them, one side was considerably a lot whiter compared to the contrasting black on the other. He had strange long antlers along with his head with strange decorations of green crystals upon their head.

They had fur, with their hands being quite paw-like in appearance in addition to sharp claws. It had visible sharp teeth on display as it smiled down at Tommy, it had long pointy ears that occasionally twitched, a tail that was coated with fur at the end wagged around the room, barely.

It wore a tuxedo to accommodate its appearance with a rich gold bracelet upon its wrist. Its heterochromia eyes illuminated the room, one was a bright red and the other a bright green. Each sclera of the eye matched as a different tone to its iris.

Tommy could’ve sworn its eyes stared through to his very soul…

“Why was I summoned?”, it sounded much friendlier now although its voice still rumbled across the room. Tommy could’ve screamed right then and there; he didn’t dare answer. Its ear twitched as it titled its head.

Its eyebrows furrowed; the tail stopped moving. “Judging by your reaction, it seems I was not summoned purposefully. Was I?”. The tone was much more human-sounding and gentler, it even sounded like it had an American accent.

“You think?”, he remarked. Its eyes widened at the remark, seeming caught off guard. “Well, you’re a determined human, aren’t you? Facing a demon and not afraid to talk back.”, it covered its mouth to giggle under its sleeve a little bit, but there were no traces of malice.

In fact, he seemed rather pleased. But then, he turned his attention back to Tommy and spoke. “Then again, you seem rather young…”, it began. Tommy held back the urge to give another remark to it. “Where are your parents? I don’t sense anybody else nearby.”.

Wait, the thing could tell if people were nearby? And no one was around? Does that mean he was completely alone with the thing? No help at all? He curled in himself slightly, trying to make himself appear smaller as he stared at the thing in fear.

It hummed slightly as there was no response, its eyebrows furrowed more as it appeared to be concerned. “Are you alright, Tommy?”. The tone seemed to belittle and pity him like one of those teachers at school that would worry about your wellbeing.

He let out a huff of frustration, “I’m fine, whoever or whatever the fuck you are!”. The figure just stared at him blankly as realisation hit it, “My apologies! I forgot to introduce myself!”, he reached out his giant paw for Tommy to shake, which was about the size of him. “My name is Ranboo, Ranboo the demon.”.

Confused, Tommy attempted to shake the demon’s hands. “Uh- nice to meet you?”, judging by how the demon was being quite friendly, maybe it was safe to say that Tommy could at least trust the demon enough to communicate with them.

The demon sighed, “My size isn’t very satisfactory, is it? One moment!”, the demon was then silhouetted in black, as its size changed from one that barely fit into the room into one that was actually human-sized, roughly the same height as Tommy. Just taller by a couple of inches.

“Better?”, the demon asked as he adjusted his tie. Tommy nodded as it was much more comprehensible to see the demon now. “Now, as my summoning was unexpected. I guess I should need to explain some things, do you have somewhere where we could discuss?”.

Tommy nodded again, leading the demon into the living room onto the couch. The demon seemed unpleased with the condition of the couch as it coughed. “Excuse me, where were we? Oh right! Contracts!”, he began the explanation.

“Demons I believe you’ve heard rumours of the tales, summoning demons are bad and such”, Ranboo looked to Tommy for confirmation which he received in the form of a nod. “Well, when Humans summon Demons it's usually for the sole reason of contracts”.

“Humans make these contracts with demons in turn what they want, it could be fortune, revenge, theft, murder or more. It’s all up for the human, and in return, the Demon decides what they get in turn which is usually the human’s soul”.

Tommy gulped, right. He was in fact a demon, a thing that desired human souls as a form of payment for their services. And then the enviable happened, “Do you wish to form a contract, judging by these home conditions. It appears that you live alone and don’t get a lot of income”.

Although true, he was alone and not with a lot of money, but he was fine. He didn’t need some demons deal, right? “Don’t worry, judging by your expression you believe I would give you a mass fortune in exchange for your soul, correct?”.

Tommy’s eyes widened as he stared at the demon, it was almost as if he could read his mind? “You are very easy to read with your facial expressions.”, the demon laughed. “Worry not, I do not wish for your soul in exchange.”, Tommy let out a sigh of relief.

“Allow me to go into some detail, Tommy. I will assist you with your current household conditions, including finances. And I will also watch over you during the entire process. And in exchange, I will feed on your soul, not entirely. Just on the occasion that will allow the soul to regenerate”.

So, help for help in a way? But why would the demon need a soul in the first place, “I-I guess but I have a question?”, Ranboo hummed in reply. “Why do you need a soul in the first place?”, “As a demon, we need to not only to raise in power but we also need to feed, we require human souls”.

Wait so, he was kind of food? In a way? But he said that his soul would gradually regenerate meaning that he was kind of a consistent form of food? That’s weird. The demon laughed at his confused expression.

“So, Tommy the human.”. he began as he stood, a smirk on his features. “Do we have a contract?”, the demon reached out his hand. Tommy stood up to match the height of the demon, he let out a sigh as he shook the hand.

The demon smiled, “A pleasure working with you!”. It turned out he hadn’t sold his soul though as the demon continued, “Now allow me to get the contract”. The demon’s eyes then began to glow as so did their hands as they whispered non-understandable things.

Tommy stood there dumbfounded, so he hadn’t just taken the deal just yet. The demon just wanted to shake his hand or something? The fuck, why hadn’t he gotten just gotten the contract?

“WHY DIDN’T YOU GET THE CONTRACT TO BEGIN WITH? ASSHOLE!”. The demon jumped as a scroll appeared into his hands, along with a pen. The demon turned and stumbled out, “W-what?”. Wait, why was the demon now nervous?

The demon then shook it off, “Never mind! Don’t worry about it, let us just sign the contract, shall we?”, the demon handed him the scroll. Which he couldn’t even read as it looked entirely like scribbles.

“Just sign here!”, the demon mused as he directed towards a blank line. With the pen, with was a feather. He managed to scribble down his signature. And then, the scroll seemingly went on fire, burning to ash and disappearing. “Perfect!”, the demon smiled happily.

“I can’t wait to get to know you!”.

…

He was an experienced demon, he could read humans like books and not only that, but he was very observant, usually picking up on things from a first glance. He did not pity the human he sympathised with him.

He knew what it was like to be alone, not have any family or someone to have your shoulder. That’s why he didn’t take his soul, he couldn’t. Something in him screamed to help the boy and although the deal he explained did come with that that isn’t the only thing…

He may have left out a certain detail…

Although not visible to Tommy, it was also written in the contract...

“The demon Ranboo will care for the human Tommy and protect him throughout life. Ranboo will bond with the human and become their protector whilst also helping with the human's needs.”.

#mcyt g/t #mcytg/t #dsmp g/t #giant!ranboo #sizeshifter!ranboo #tiny!tommy #tw vore mention #demonic chains au #Shushi's writings #dicey my beloved sibling in law #ghosties calm down pls

[boardingschoolforgirls1970s]

Oh Miss, you shouldn't!

I wonder sometimes if I knew what went on a Boarding School. I think I do but I guess I don't know or don't remember!

I heard rumours that to avoid detention, pupils might agree to a spanking in a manner that the teacher or senior prefect wanted, eg a bare bottom spanking.

Also in an age before sexual perverts were taken seriously in protecting children, apart from spanking bottoms to avoid detention we all knew some spanked bottoms or caning were not for disciplinary reasons, and there were teachers that attempted having hands or fingers where they were not welcome by the pupil, luckily not something suffered by me. However, l did hide once when I feared a teacher was going to engineer a situation to get what they wanted. As an example if the Headmistress asked you to show the size label in your school knickers and started to roll your skirt up, it was not for you to question their 'innocent' request nor if they heard some of us had been bullied and wanted to check the entire class for bruising in our knickers. It was easier to comply or if possible hide and let some other unfortunate be inspected! I think it was like bees to a honeypot; either the teachers were that way inclined before they joined or a close association with young girls made them that way!

Back then if a teacher touched up a girl inappropriately, they might be fined £50 and bound over to keep the peace, but still permitted to teach, and there was no sexual offences register!

Teachers could still 'handle' you appropriately, including spanking your bottom, so you get how it was. They had to near enough rape you before anyone cared. Being hauled around, spanked, slapped and inspected, even in you underwear or enduring personal comments was all quite normal !

I honestly believe that schoolgirls of today in this age could not comprehend that now in this age of person space and personal rights, that in 1970s, a teacher could take exception to something you said or did and quite literally turn her over her knee, pull your skirt up and spank your bottom or take a big stick and thrash your knicker covered bottom until it was red raw, and it was legal! Incredible really, and our parents always thought teacher was right. If you were spanked or caned it was your fault. You should not be naughty, if you wanted to avoid a spanked bottom.

[saintescuderia]

The cult side of F1.

Silly season is one thing. Spreading misinformation is another.

When I started writing about F1, I thought to do a segment where I would recap all the news from the past week. It was called F1 Flash and it lasted a month. Why? I had run out of interesting things to write about. I think I wrote about Toto Wolff’s updates on Hamilton’s Mercedes renewal about three times with the barely there news updates about it.

Funny that, now.

However, the truth of the matter was, there wasn’t that much news for a weekly update. Or, should I say, any news was already old news by the time the race had come around.

Never mind how big the story was; the race always overshadowed it and F1’s PR team always did such a good job of directing your attention where they wanted it. They know how to tread the fine line of controversy generating buzz and causing genuine hurt to an image. It’s a line the likes of the Kardashians perfected their walk through - and that Kanye missteps through.

And it’s something that F1, more than any other sport, dances around.

And it’s because F1, more than any other sport, is a cult.

Formula 1 started off as a rich man’s only sport that the likes of Liberty media helped popularise - but the fact remains the same. You only need to look at the Monaco race to understand just the level of lavish wealth that is the culture of Formula 1 racing. Hence, it’s unsurprising that it’s no easy industry to crack into and every single person in the paddock will tell you that cash is king. F1 has done well to disguise itself over the past few years and seem more accessible, more mainstream. Yet even though it increases in popularity, there is still the fact that it’s a cult, a rich man’s club. For example, just last year a woman reported paying 800 euros for a ticket for Monaco practice - only to arrive and realise her ‘seat’ was a patch of grass.

So how does this relate to the news? Well, the news for the masses and as it’s clear that this sport is not for the masses, the news doesn’t really matter. The story doesn’t matter. All the story is for is to keep generating the buzz which will ensure the masses still pay attention and pay the 800 euro for a patch of grass so they feel included in something they never will.

Case in point: the Christian Horner scandal generating all these rumours of Red Bull’s star driver leaving, Helmut Marko and the other Verstappen whinging, and Bernie Ecclestone got in to add his comments. Instead of taking the matter seriously and protecting the identity of a woman who was an alleged victim of abuse, the story is focusing on whether Max Verstappen will take Lewis Hamilton’s seat.

This may sound quite scratching and hyper-critical for the hypocrite who has their whole life revolving around the sport, who is literally dedicating time writing about the news of F1… but that’s the point. If I’m on the receiving end of your story, please don’t feed me bullshit. Don’t lie. Silly season is one thing and then there’s thinking we’re stupid enough to fall for it.

And oftentimes we are. Because they can. Because, really, it’s all a bit cultish.

#f1 #formula 1 #f1 news #formula 1 news #f1 meme #f1 memes #f1edit #ferrari formula 1 #formula one #saintescuderia #charles leclerc #toto wolff #red bull racing #max verstappen #lewis hamilton #writer stuff #writer #writing #writers on tumblr #scuderia ferrari #mercedes amg f1 #mercedes amg petronas #teamlh #team lh44 #carlos sainz #daniel ricciardo #motorsports #classic f1 #grand prix #f1 grand prix

[sweetestpopcorn]

Do you think Visenya was influential in Westeros’s politics after her split with Aegon and settling with Maegor at Dragonstone? We’ve been told that after Rhaenys’s death Aegon was travelling with royal progresses through the Westeros with Aenys and held his court at King’s Landing doing all the job. So does this mean that Visenya was pulled aside to only raise her son?

Hi there Anon 😊

That is a very interesting question. For the most part, I think that even though Visenya spent more time at Dragonstone, that she remained a powerful and influential figure in her own right. Unlike what we see of other queen consorts, her and her sister’s power seemed to be much less dependent of the king’s will. Aegon seemed to have a respect for both his sisters as rulers and advisors that was not related to how much he loved them in the romantic/sexual way.

While many passages in Fire and Blood suggest which sister was his favourite (i.e., Rhaenys), power wise I never saw any differences between Visenya and Rhaenys. Or him favouring one over the other, or giving more power to one than the other. For instance, whilst both lived, in his tours of Westeros he took turns taking either Visenya or Rhaenys with him whislt the other stayed behind to rule. 

I think this passage about Alysanne and her own does illustrate very well the difference between the conqueror queens and the other queens that came afterwards well.

"Men oft speak today of Queen Alysanne’s laws, but this usage is sloppy and incorrect. Her Grace had no power to enact laws, issue decrees, make proclamations, or pass sentences. It is a mistake to speak of her as we might speak of the Conqueror’s queens, Rhaenys and Visenya. The young queen did, however, wield enormous influence over King Jaehaerys, and when she spoke, he listened...” (Fire and Blood, pg. 203)

But back to your question of how influential Visenya was after Rhaenys died. The truth is that we stop getting as much information about her and in turn the focus is more on her son Maegor, as well as on Aenys. But what are some examples that we have that she still had power?

The most relevant one in my opinion, would be Aegon entrusting her with overseeing the construction of the Red Keep. 

“To oversee the design and construction of the new castle, he named the King’s Hand, Lord Alyn Stokeworth (Ser Osmund Strong had died the previous year), and Queen Visenya. (A jape went about the court that King Aegon had given Visenya charge of building the Red Keep so he would not have to endure her presence on Dragonstone.)” (Fire and Blood, pg.58) 

And if the rumours were true that they were not so cosy with each other anymore, all the more this shows her power was not linked to how much he loved her (in the romantical/sexual sense), unlike what was true of all other queens, including Alysanne (the exceptions are the ones who were queens in their own right - i.e., Rhaenyra and Dany).

It’s a natural thing, however, that if Visenya was no longer living where power was central - King’s Landing - that she wouldn’t be as involved with the rulings. But she neither seemed to mind, nor was Aegon shy about letting her be in charge when necessary. Not to mention that she pretty much raised Maegor by herself, and I don’t think this was something Aegon forced her to do either. I think this was something Visenya wanted to do, and for all her flaws, I think no one can doubt that she loved Maegor fiercely.

So, in sum, maybe she became less influential as a consequence of being away from the centre of power - aka King’s Landing - but I still think she remained a powerful figure in her own right. Certainly still more than any other queen consort that came after her. Rhaenys and her were no co-rulers with Aegon - aka having as much power as he did - but they were definitely several steps ahead of being “just” a queen consort. On the other hand, the men who came after the Conqueror were several steps behind him 😑

Not sure how well I answered this one, sorry about that Anon. 😔

All the best to you 🤗

#visenya targaryen #rhaenys targaryen #aegon the conqueror #aegon targaryen #popcorn answers

[potteresque-ire]

Hi, I love your blog! About your last post I also agree with you that often the more interesting candies are the one about everyday almost domestic interactions, even if it's often hard to prove they are real. About the contributor you mentioned (little red little green), i wanted to ask you if you happened to know a place where I can read the translation of those fake rumors or maybe if there is an archive. I read some translations here and there but I am really interested in other "rumoured" stuff I can't seems to find. Thanks!

Hello Anons! Happy 314!!

I’m sorry I don’t know where there may be an archive of translated fake rumours. I’ve seen these twitter accounts posting at least some translations, but I don’t know how complete they are. Does anyone have more information for Anon?

The window cleaning robot and Dd buying dragon fruit rumours are examples of Little Red Little Green’s submissions, the original of which you can find on this Weibo. I read these rumours in Chinese, and so I don’t know where to find their translations (sorry, so many don’t know’s in one post!). Since I managed to dig up the rumour about the window cleaning robots, however, here’s a fresh-from-the-oven translation for you! 🔴= Gg 💚= Dd 👨‍🦱👨‍💼👩🧑= Gg and Dd’s team

01 🔴: I’m saying, you spend money on useless things. 02 💚: Mom’s not using it?  03 🔴: Home’s got the brush. And this one’s remote-controlled. 04 💚: It’s got the Instruction Booklet, has it not? I also bought one for my own home.  05 🔴: ......... 06 🔴: Did you buy shipping insurance? 07 💚: You want to return them? 08 💚: I didn’t buy it! 09 👨‍🦱👨‍💼👩🧑(Gg and Dd’s team): Hahahahahahaha  10 🔴: I really don’t know if I should call you lazy or what. 11 💚: It’s convenient. Everyone buys it for Chinese New Year. 12 🔴asking 👨‍🦱: Did you buy it? 13 👨‍🦱: Is “it” a miraculous machine? 14 🔴: Window cleaning robot. Does it sound like a miraculous machine to you? 15 👨‍🦱: I don’t have it at home. 16 🔴: Doesn’t everyone buy it? Say what you made the purchase for. We don’t have a use for it at home. 17 💚: Saved 500 RMB on the sales event. 18 🔴: You think you profited, don’t you? 19 💚: Oh! It’s 1,500 RMB saved! 20 🔴: .........

(CPN below) As with most fake rumours, this one was a bit of a head-scratcher for me during my initial read (they all are, even in Chinese 😊). But the tiny story, the way I’m able to interpret it now, is as follows: 

Dd actually got three window cleaning robots: one for Gg and Dd’s own home in Beijing, one for Gg’s family in Chongqing, and one for Dd’s family in Luoyang.

The story began with Gg entering the scene and said Dd was wasting money (Line 01). Dd asked if Gg’s mom was using the robot (02). Gg replied that she’d already got a brush for window cleaning, and the robot was remote-controlled (03) -- implying that the robot was too difficult for his mom to use. Dd argued that the robot come with an instruction booklet (ie, remote control shouldn’t be a problem!), and he also got a robot for his own parents (04).

Gg was speechless for a bit (05), then asked if Dd had bought shipping insurance with the robots (06) -- the implication being that, if Dd had bought the insurance, returning the robots would be free. Dd asked Gg if he wanted to return the robots (07) and told him that no, he hadn’t bought the insurance (08) — an answer that sent their team members laughing (09), because without the insurance, the shipping cost alone would make the return not worth it. 

(Impending Gg 0:1 Dd ...)

Gg was exasperated (10). Dd defended his purchase (11) and Gg asked a team member if they, too, bought a robot because according to Dd, everyone buys one for Chinese New Year. It turned out that all along, the team member had no idea what Gg and Dd had been arguing about except it was some sort of a miraculous machine (13). Gg explained it was a window cleaning robot (and it wasn’t miraculous) (14). The team member replied they didn’t have one at home (15).

Now that Gg thought he had the winning chip— evidence that not everyone buys window cleaning robots for Chinese New Year, as Dd had claimed — he (triumphantly) returned his attention to Dd, complained again about the purchase (16). Dd was unrepentant, said he’d saved 500 RMB because there had been a sales event on the robots!! *** (17) GG got even more exasperated, asked if Dd actually thought he’d profited by buying what, in Gg’s POV, were useless things (18). Dd, meanwhile, did a little more mental math and announced that Oh, he saved 1,500 RMB!!!! — because he bought 3 robots (for three homes: Beijing, Chongqing, Luoyang), and saved 500 RMB each!!!!!!!! (19)

Gg had no words left after this. Gg 0:1 Dd was the final score. 😂 (20).

*** For the economically minded: a c-turtle thought she knew about the sales event Dd was talking about. The original cost for a robot was 2,999 RMB and after the discount, 2,499 RMB -- a discount of ~16.66666666%. Yes, I find this to be a very important piece of info to include in this post. 😛

#pie answers #yizhan #bjyx

[shijiujun]

Okay if y’all have read my top 2020 danmei list from a week or two back, you’ll know this is currently my favourite danmei (outside of Qi Wei Shang + 2ha hahaha), so here’s a proper, full rec!

- Part of Min’s ‘Why You Should Read’ Series -

Summary:

Ji Yan Ran is the Emperor’s brother and wields military power in the novel, and it starts with an object being stolen from the palace. Ji Yan Ran has to retrieve the item secretly, and so enlists the help of Feng Yu Sect’s Sect Master, Yun Yi Feng, who heads the martial arts world’s one and only information trading post. Yun Yi Feng does not deal in business that involves any royalty, but Jing Yan Ran offers him something he cannot refuse - the Blood Red Lingzhi, a rare and mystical herb that is rumoured to be able to treat his life-threatening condition.

Yun Yi Feng was used by his shifu when he was younger to test out all kinds of poisons and cures, and since then, his body flushes dangerously hot and cold frequently, with bouts of severe coughing fits in between. Throughout the first mission where he spends time with Ji Yan Ran searching for the stolen object, he allows Jing Yan Ran to take care of him. Their relationship is pretty flirty and touchy right off the bat, with Ji Yan Ran knowing really clearly that he wants to take care of Yun Yi Feng. When Yun Yi Feng goes anywhere without a coat, JYR always has one ready. He promises all his riches to him, even his mother hahaha (but that’s because he knows he deceived YYF with the Blood Red Lingzhi and is willing to give YYF everything else while also continuing to look for the lingzhi for him). 

Of course, they have to uncover a plot and conspiracy against their enemies who are plotting to dethrone the Emperor, and also reveal the secrets of Yun Yi Feng’s birth.

Read:

Novel (Online) | Novel (Print) - Not Available | Novel Translations | Manhua

Characters:

1. 云倚风 Yun Yi Feng (right) - The revered Sect Master of Feng Yu Sect as his sect controls the flow and movement of information. People from all over buy information or hire the sect to help them get information, and is considered a neutral sect within the wuxia world. Very intelligent, a cool-headed strategist who also loves riches, whose eyes light up at the sight of treasures and money.

He was a child remnant of a war, and picked up by his shifu Gui Ci, who brought him to this island to live with other kids he picked up. His first few years were spent rather happily there, but then one day the man gave all the children bowls of what they thought was soup but ended up being poison because Gui Ci wanted to test out his new concoctions. At the end, only YYF survived after multiple ingestions of poisons and experimental cures. Because he was the ‘strongest’ out of all the other children, Gui Ci began testing out all sorts of poisons and cures on him after. If someone came to him after having been poisoned, Gui Ci would poison YYF in the same way as a test subject to use cures on, and only after they worked on YYF would he use them on the patient. 

His shifu is considered a mad man, and the last straw was when he locked YYF up with several scorpions for a few days and YYF was the closest thing to death at that moment, and afterwards, realizing that he’d gone overboard, Gui Ci is more careful about poisoning him, allowing him to have a slightly more normal childhood, but because of this YYF’s body would flush hot and cold frequently and unbearably. He manages to escape from Gui Ci and sets up Feng Yu Sect.

He only has 5 years left to live if he doesn’t find the Blood Red Lingzhi, when he meets Ji Yan Ran and his request. After meeting JYR he realizes how sweet life is, to have someone who always thinks of him, who cares about his well-being, who wants to make him happy, who buys and gives him everything he wants. In the beginning he is unable to reciprocate knowing he’ll die soon, but they get together anyway after a close call, as JYR tries to find the Lingzhi for him.

He also loves to cook and play the zither, but is so bad at both!! He’s so terrible that every time he approaches the kitchen or the zither the servants themselves try to redirect him subtly and chase him away because they CANNOT stand his dishes or his music hahahaha.

2. 季燕然 Ji Yan Ran (left) - Army commander/general, and a prince. Close to the Emperor, who’s his older brother, and takes a liking to YYF the moment he meets him. He bluffs YYF, says that he has the Blood Red Lingzhi, and then realizing how much YYF needs it, he feels more guilty and guilty for lying to him, and once admitting it, he promises to do whatever it takes to find it for him.  

He’s very smart as well, has eyes only for YYF and is willing to indulge him in every single whim he has. If YYF complains that he doesn’t have anything to wear (even in jest), JYR has the garment stores in the whole city send 10 outfits each for YYF to pick. And even though he hates YYF’s cooking and playing of the zither, he lets him do it anyway, fond but exasperated while everyone is staring daggers at him for not stopping YYF.

A few years ago, a close friend of his and the Emperor’s died, and JYR suspects that their father had something to do with it. It’s something that has been troubling him for many years and it’s a dilemma for him because he has to balance between questioning the Emperor but also trusting him and being a good brother/official to him, as clues keep pointing towards the Emperor and his father being involved in shady deals/decisions. His relationship with the Emperor, his brother, can be described as close, but of course even though they are close and trust each other to a good extent, there is still room for a tiny bit of doubt that both brothers are well aware of due to their positions, not that this affects their relationship.

Openly is affectionate to YYF in front of everyone, including his mother, who likes YYF alot as well. YYF once worried if the Emperor would oppose his relationship with him, but JYR said that their relationship should put the Emperor even more at ease, because the world and other officials would not recognize an Emperor who liked men and didn’t have any children, meaning that JYR becomes an even smaller threat to the throne.

3. 暮成雪 Mu Cheng Xue - An assassin who keeps popping up throughout the novel, and is a frenemy to YYF especially because he stole the cuteass snow leopard that was supposed to be YYF’s and refuses to return it. Not good nor bad, he does whatever he’s paid for.

4. 江凌飞 Jiang Ling Fei - JYR’s godbrother, who didn’t have a good childhood with no one to protect him in the Jiang family, one of the big wuxia families in the novel, as he had no parents and was technically brought up by his scheming uncles/cousins etc. He befriended JYR when they were younger and acknowledged JYR’s mother as his godmother because she was truly and genuinely good to him, and spends a large part of his days running in and out of the Jing manor. He’s JYR’s right hand man, but his dream is to be a bum wandering through different parts of the world, having fun whenever instead of being boggled down by duties to the Jiang family and other things.

Amazing Scenes:

YYF unceremoniously using JYR’s arm as a pillow while he’s talking 

Basically YYF fainting and getting sick a lot and JYR always there to catch him ;-; To dote on him!!! Ahhhh my heart

Other Things I Like in the Novel:

The first time YYF plays the zither in the Jing manor, JYR’s mother, shaking, goes to JYR and asks, “Is Yun-er learning some evil cultivation music?”

YYF tends to go out to the markets and will buy back 2kg of flour for example, while all the servants shudder in the fear and cry in front of JYR, who can only sigh but indulge him

YYF’s favourite things include JYR’s mother taking his blankets out to soak up the sunlight in the day so he has fluffy, warmth-filled and fresh-smelling covers everyday to collapse into

JYR once asked YYF if it’s a good thing that he met him, and YYF says, “Of course it’s a good thing I met wangye, because of you, I now know that life can be sweet and warm too.”

YYF carves out what he thinks the Blood Red Lingzhi looks like based on some bogus description JYR gave him and because he’s so hopeful and happy about finally being able to have the lingzhi, he carves it out and wears it like a pendant, and everytime JYR sees it he wants to slap himself for being such a motherfucking asshole and deceiving this man

YYF keeps forgetting his cape/coat, so JYR always gives him his, but YYF keeps taking and not returning and on the fourth time it happens, YYF looks at JYR expectantly, and JYR says, “You’ve already taken three, this is my last one, I’m gonna freeze to death, left without a cape if I give you this one”

JYR always tempts YYF into doing things by giving him treasures, and jokingly promises YYF his army commander ring, which symbolizes his authority and power, and YYF unceremoniously takes it knowing what it is, and refuses to return it to him - After a few times this happens, JYR makes a replica of it so they matchy matchy ;-;

They travel South in a holiday for a few months after the first arc is wrapped up, knowing that YYF doesn’t have much time left to live, and every single day is painful for JYR as the time YYF spends conscious decreases day by day

YYF asks for some oil/salve to use as lube from the army camp’s physician, a night before JYR is due to go off for war, and the physician scolds the messenger for having the time to think about such thoughts, and when the messenger says it’s for YYF, physician is like “... oh. okay, here you go, give this to him” without another word HAHAHAHA

#a sword of frost #danmei #danmei recs #一剑霜寒 #min's why you should read #cnovel #i'm determined to complete 10 so bear with me yall!!! #hahahahhaa

[tuiyla]

Can I ask what are your favorite things about Santana

and what are your favorite things about Brittana? !

Sure you can, I love questions like this. Let's do like, five things each to keep it concise (watch me go on for ages even with that said lol).

First, Santana:

Honestly I just love her flaws, but I especially find her anger so fascinating. She has so much of it and doesn’t know how to deal for the longest time. Yeah sometimes it hurts to watch her dig herself so deep, be so cruel to others and double down but what can I say, I love it. It’s a good character flaw because she recognizes this about herself pretty early on, at least as early as 2x15 “Sexy”, but she still struggles. There’s value in that.

Building on that I love that she tries. Say what you will about Santana but she does try to fight her own worst tendencies. Season 4 is a good example where she’s so lost and tries to find ground by supporting others. She looks out for Marley, helps out in Lima whenever she’s called upon and genuinely tries with Hummelberry. Is she always going about things in the right way, hell no girl is messy af. But she tries.

I love her vulnerability and how difficult it is for her. Santana really, really struggles with opening up and that has many reasons and manifests in different ways. Because of this she always has this “more than meets the eye” feel to her. Santana has so many defense mechanisms and ways of deflecting and it baffles the mind when people take her so literally. The only time she can truly be vulnerable is through song, or in very select moments. And that makes those moments all the more special, and her relationships with the people she’s comfortable around.

Fourth, and this is less deep I suppose lol but I love her wit. She is easily one of the funniest characters in this already hilarious show. Part of that is Naya’s incredible, never miss a beat delivery. Her insults often hurt because I can’t help but think, Santana, hon, don’t do that, but you can’t deny she has some zingers. Her little red book of insults? Wow. There’s a reason there are so many Santana compilation videos.

These have been story focused but I also have to say, her voice, and the way she performs. They way she transforms everything she gets into something even more beautiful, even more amazing. Glee was full of talented performers but I don’t think anyone did acting through song as well as Naya. And that helped with all the favourite things I listed above. I guess I brought it back to story, huh. I mean just look at performances like Rumour Has It/Someone Like You, Santana’s songs do tell stories.

I didn’t even touch on her coming out journey in there but I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again that Santana’s sexuality is an integral, inalienable part of her character. When I say that I love all these things about her, including anger and vulnerability, all of that is part of her identity as a lesbian and vice versa.

So on that note, Brittana:

Where to start, phew. Okay, number one would be their transgression. I allude to this all the time when talking about queer stories but they’re inherently transgressive and I love how that applies to Brittana. They went from background cheerleaders to being allowed to have their own story and shining so bright. They went from the slutty girls hooking up with random guys to being in love with - married to! - each other. It’s transgressive on both an in-universe and meta level and I eat it up.

I love their season 2 angst. I think it’s the best season of Glee, one of the reasons being Santana’s arc and the way Brittana develops. It’s not flawless but I always feel disappointed when people try to blame either of them for the issues and difficult emotions that arise. Instead, I think it’s so good precisely because you can really feel for both of them. I feel for Brittany and her need for clarity, I feel for Santana and her feeling terrified at the thought of coming out. Neither of them are wrong even when they end up hurting each other, they’re just kids with all these intense emotions in a shitty situation. But they get through it because they have each other.

Another favourite thing is how they complement and are perfect for each other. It's in aesthetic things as well, like the blonde and brunette dynamic or how at first glance Santana's the meanie and Brittany the ray of sunshine. But it's also in how they get each other in ways that no or very few other characters do. Most look at Britt as an oddball and write her off or even call her stupid but Santana had been saying for a long time that she's a genius and appreciated her unique point of view. Similarly, most people are quick to judge Santana for her worst parts and she really doesn't do well with that, lashing out and doubling down. Not Brittany though because she's always been patient and believed in Santana even when she didn't believe in herself. What is that if not love.

I'm gonna follow that up with saying that their breakup is also one of my favourite things. The scene itself lives rent free in my mind, nay, my heart and I think it was a very necessary step. It allowed them both to grow as individuals and they were better off for it when they got back together. I know it's unrealistic that the Glee kids all ended up with each other but like, people, what did we expect. I don't watch TV so it can be hyper realistic and deffo not Glee. I can suspend my disbelief and accept that the time apart was enough for Brittana to grow and realize they were, after all, soulmates. I like that they didn't get together in s2 and I like that they were broken up right after high school.

Finally, it's just the little things you know? Like the way Santana melts when Brittany looks at her or that damn "I used to count the number of times you smiled at me" quote. They can be so, so soft. The way Brittany relentlessly believes in her and Santana doesn’t let Britt give up on herself. It’s the pinkies and stolen glances, the best friends to lovers dynamic, the whole deal. They are just so cute and I really can’t see, in canon, how they wouldn’t be perfect for each other. And I’ll add this on here too since I’ve already said the best friends to lovers thing, I love that they are genuinely best friends. You know, I can be a sucker for rivalries and “I hated you at first sight but then something weird happened”, that tension can be delicious. But even when they’re angsty Brittana are soft like my winter TARDIS blanket and I love that.

Well, thank you for that opportunity, anon. I do love being positive about things I love! I also love Brittany as an individual character btw but perhaps another time.

#santana lopez #glee #brittana #anonymous #ask #anon #brittany s pierce #my thoughts #now i'll feel bad when i spread my pezberry propaganda lol #glee asks #santana asks #brittana asks #favourite things about

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Notes on Tevinter Nights

I finished reading Tevinter Nights not so long ago, so here is an overview of what is happening in Thedas. There is probably nothing particularly new since I'm a bit late to the party. However, I find such overviews convenient to refresh my memory when needed. Perhaps it will be useful to someone else!

This overview was meant to be short, but there were so many interesting details... now, it is huge.

Also, since I’ve read the translated version, any help with wording clarifications is greatly appreciated!

The post is under a cut due to Tevinter Nights spoilers (and length).

Global events

- There is a war between the Qunari and Tevinter.

- Three branches of the Qun do not agree with each other. The Antaam, the military branch of the Qun, attacked Ventus and continued the invasion without the permission of the other two. It results in faster progress of the invasion as the other two branches were a moderating influence on the Antaam. The Ben-Hassrath holds a neutral position.

- In Tevinter, the Venatori are still a problem.

- Smaller countries like Rivain and Antiva are under serious threat of the Qunari’s invasion.

- The heads of the Antivan Crows, eight Talons, held a meeting to join their forces, protect Antiva, and withstand the Qunari's invasion. The meeting was disrupted, and four out of eight Talons were murdered. New heads of the Crows will be chosen soon.

- The king of Nevarra is on the brink of death. The Mortalitasi, who have always had great power in Nevarra, continue to interfere in politics.

- All the Grey Wardens were summoned to Weisshaupt.

- We were introduced to a considerable amount of characters from the guild of treasure hunters, the Lords of Fortune.

- Regarding the Inquisition, little is known. All external issues of the organization seem to be handled by Varric Tethras. He gives quests, monitors their implementation, hires new people.

- One of the Executors, or ‘those across the sea’, showed up in the flesh. Solas said they are particularly dangerous and cautioned against interacting with them.

- By now, many have heard rumours of the Fen’Harel’s cult.

Minrathous

- A demon or something far worse is imprisoned under Minrathous. With the help of the Venatori, it is now unsealed (will probably be sealed again later). Yet, to awake it, some blood-magic ritual must be performed.

- The creature was sealed with eight blood-bonded enchanted clay disks. They showed a long and thin four-winged dragon rising from the dark waters.

- It is said that ‘demon’ is not the best word to describe this creature. It is something ancient and mighty, unnamed, something that will subject to god only.

- This ‘demon’ was a part of Corypheus’ plan of making Tevinter great again. According to this plan, Minrathous was to become the cradle of the new world. If Minrathous had not surrendered to Corypheus, the ‘demon’ would have left the city no choice.

- Most of the population of Minrathous could have perished as a result of this creature awakening.

- Enchanted predators and monsters resulting from magical experiments seem to be common in Minrathous.

Elven experiments

- In Nevarra, under a mountain with three asymmetric peaks wrapped around each other, there is a dwarven thaig. This thaig is called Hormak, and it was lost to the darkspawn hundreds of years ago.

- In Hormak, Grey Wardens have found elven halls, where experiments on living were conducted. And it is quite lively in these halls now.

- There is a huge pool with a greyish fluid that reeks of brine. It creates hybrids.

- There were different types of hybrids: darkspawn with other darkspawn, animals with other animals, darkspawn with animals, and even a centipede and a Grey Warden hybrid.

- When a hurlock stepped in the greyish fluid, it was enveloped and then transformed into a drake and a hurlock hybrid.

- The transformed Grey Warden said that the fluid affects ‘them’ (sentient races?) differently. To be transformed, it is not enough to touch it. The fluid should get inside the body.

- All over the place were large repetitive bas-reliefs depicting ancient elven. There were three types of them. The first one showed majestic elven kings and queens with reverent supplicants. The second one showed elven mages healing sick. The third showed big aravels, drawn by herds of hallas, going to distant mountains (one of the mountains had three peaks wrapped around each other).

- Later, those bas-reliefs were described differently. On the first one, elven rulers were arrogant and despised their subjects, who seemed to be in great terror. On the second one, mages weren’t healing sick, but on the contrary, they were injecting corruption into bodies. On the third, a halla had a strange rounded body and very long and ridged horns, and an aravel had bars on its windows, which made it look like a cage.

- Somewhere at the entrance of the halls was one more type of repetitive bas-reliefs. It showed three figures: a supplicant, a priestess, and a monster. On each subsequent bas-relief, a supplicant and a monster were different, while the priestess remained the same. It seemed that with each subsequent bas-relief, her grin grew wider.

- The experiments are directed by some will, which is referred to as a female. ‘She’ is not yet there, ‘they’ are waiting for ‘her’.

- Symbols of horns of a halla are present on each column in the halls.

- According to bas-reliefs, there are twelve such places in total.

The Inquisition members and allies

For completeness, this part should have included information from the comic, but I tried to avoid that.

- According to Tevinter Nights, Varric and Charter remained in the ranks of the Inquisition.

- Charter mentions her lover, Tessa.

- Vaea and ser Aaron show up but without a clear relation to the Inquisition.

- There are two mages, Vadis and Irian, who saved a peaceful Qunari settlement called Kont-aar from an agent of Fen'Harel, thus keeping the chance of subtle peace between the Ben-Hassrath and Tevinter. The Ben-Hassrath returned the favour by directing said mages to Kirkwall, to a certain dwarf, where they intend to go after seeing Val Royeaux.

- Sutherland and Company are still loyal to the ideals of the Inquisition.

- Quentin Calla, who was a bearer of the enchanted clay disk for a while, provided the Inquisition with some information.

- Philliam, a Bard!, (formerly) Sister Laudine, and Brother Ferdinand Genitivi, with the help of the Lord of the Fortune, Mateo, accepted and completed the quest from the Inquisition.

Fen’Harel and the red lyrium idol

- The red lyrium idol's adventures ended. It is now in Solas' hands, or at least he says so.

- There are three descriptions of the red lyrium idol's appearance. The first one, made by the dwarf, the Carta assassin: two figures, too thin to be dwarves, caressing each other. The second one, by Mortalitasi: two lovers or a god mourning the sacrifice. The third, by Solas: crowned figure comforting another one. (Note: I remind you these are not exact quotes but a translation of the translation, and nuances might have been lost.)

- Some qualities of the idol: red lyrium weighs more than the usual one; the idol is liquid inside; it reacts to other lyrium.

- The idol created or revealed a ritual blade.

- Solas calls the idol his.

- The Mortalitasi recounted the events in the Fade in which Solas took a form of a giant wolf the size of a high dragon. He had burning eyes like those of a pride demon and wings of fire which later resolved themselves into lesser demons. The Fade is called his natural home, and it is said spirits serve him gladly.

- Solas pays special attention to the actions of the Inquisition.

- Members of Fen'Harel's cult would rather die than be captured.

- The ritual the Dread Wolf performs already affects the Fade.

Random interesting facts

- The Qunari slowly cut down a part of the Arlathan Forest.

- The Ben-Hassrath are said to know the most about Solas’ actions.

- Among four killed Talons was Giuli Arainai, Eighth Talon, and this might be a good time for Zevran to show up somehow.

- There was a lyrium crystal that produced a light with shades of green and yellow in Hormak.

- Dorian no longer has slaves, only hired labourers.

- Josephine sent Dorian some good Antivan wine. :)

- Vaea now possesses a healing artefact, which seems to be able to heal anything except death.

- There is an example of a dwarven metal prosthetic of a leg, which does not seem to restrict movement in any way.

Since I’ve read Tevinter Nights after the last Dragon Age Day... - Evka became a Grey Warden and did rescue the next one!

- The hunger demon that turned a person into a werewolf in the village called Eichweill was not completely defeated.

- It seems those elven artefacts do strengthen the Veil, after all.

- The Randy Dowager is Ferdinand Genitivi. Five scarves fluttered in shock out of five.

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This is all for Tevinter Nights for now. I did not include plenty of curious facts, probably enough for another post. I hope you enjoyed it anyway!

If you have any corrections regarding facts, or grammar, etc., don’t hesitate to DM me! Or you may leave a comment in my ask box if you want to stay anonymous.

Thank you for the attention, and have a nice day!

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