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A ROMAN MARBLE PORTRAIT HEAD OF A WOMAN

FLAVIAN PERIOD, CIRCA LATE 1ST CENTURY A.D.

5 1/8 in. (13 cm.) high.

Depicting a mature woman, the sitter is portraited with signs of age, including heavy-lidded eyes, sunken cheeks and prominent naso-labial folds. Her elaborate coiffure of center-parted wavy hair is pulled back, braided and then coiled into a bun at the back of her head. This hairstyle confirms the Flavian date for this portrait.

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Digression: Roman-Era Men’s Hair (Explanation)

This has been a bit of a Questing Beast for me--finding hair that suits Roman men. 

One of the cardinal rules of Roman hairdressing was that only women parted their hair (1); men wore their hair brushed forward and cut short. (Or, if their hair was of a sufficiently curly or Afro-texture to not let it be brushed in any noticeable direction and stay that way given the limitations of Iron-Age hair pomades, it was kept short and unparted.)

This is not to say that Roman men never parted their hair. They simply very rarely, especially in the early Principate and late Republic, portrayed themselves in hair with center- or side-parts. Even in the chaos of Late Antiquity, the bowl cut reigned supreme.

I would like to show some Simprovised Roman hairstyles. Alas, there is a tendency to the K-Pop in some of them, but we only have what we have.

(1) Even in the Flavian era, when the fantastic Orbis Comara reigned supreme, the ladies still had a part in their hair--it was simply an ear-to-ear part instead of a center part. 

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In the year 2424, the resurgence of the Flavian Dynasty had given rise to a new era of galactic exploration. The latest heir, Flavia Aeliana, was not only the crowned empress but also the most celebrated astro-navigator of her time. With her distinctive alabaster hair and piercing blue eyes, which seemed to reflect the cosmos itself, she stood as the symbol of a new age of discovery.

Empress Aeliana embarked on a mission aboard her flagship, the "Dominus Astra", designed to traverse wormholes, making the distant corners of the galaxy accessible. The Flavian Dynasty had long been rumored to possess an ancient relic, the Oculus Stellarum, which was said to allow its holder to see into the very fabric of space and time.

Legend had it that the Oculus was lost during the fall of the old Flavian Dynasty, hidden in a remote corner of the universe known only to a secretive sect of monks dedicated to the protection of time's continuum. But a fragmented star chart found in the forgotten recesses of the Imperial archives gave Aeliana hope.

As they journeyed through the starry sea, the "Dominus Astra" came upon a frozen world, encased in a sheath of ice, its sun a dim silver orb in the distance. It was here that Aeliana met an enigmatic figure, a woman with fur-like ears and an ethereal presence, who was known to the locals as the Oracle of the Frozen Vale.

The Oracle, with her intense blue eyes that seemed to know all the secrets of the universe, had awaited the Empress's arrival. She revealed that she was the guardian of the Oculus Stellarum, an artificial being designed by the ancient Flavians to serve as the key to unlocking the relic's power.

The Oracle led Aeliana deep beneath the ice, through ancient ruins that whispered of a time when the Flavians had ruled not just a dynasty but the very stars themselves. They arrived at a chamber where the Oculus awaited, pulsing with an otherworldly glow.

As Empress Aeliana took the Oculus in her hands, the room came alive with holographic images of galaxies, nebulae, and unknown celestial phenomena. The Oracle explained that the Oculus not only provided sight beyond sight but also the power to navigate the treacherous tides of time.

With the Oculus Stellarum now in her possession, Empress Aeliana had the means to lead humanity into a future where the past could be understood, the present safeguarded, and the future fearlessly explored. The rebirth of the Flavian Dynasty would be marked by an era of unimaginable advancement, as the guardians of time navigated the ever-expanding cosmos.

Yet, in the back of her mind, Aeliana knew that such power came with immense responsibility. She must use the Oculus wisely, or risk the wrath of time itself. For now, the eyes that gazed upon the universe with such wonder were not just her own, but those of the Flavian Dynasty, custodians of history and heralds of the future.

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A-Z of the Related Worlds

A glossary compiled by Helen Scott of all that is known about the series of worlds mentioned in the Chrestomanci books.

The Related Worlds according to Charmed Life

“There are hundreds of other worlds. They are formed when there is a big event in History like a battle or an earthquake when the result can be two or more quite different things. Both those things happen but they cannot exist together so the worlds split into two worlds which start to go different after that.” “Numbers of worlds have been visited. Those which were best known had been divided into sets, called Series, according to events in History which were the same in them. It was very uncommon for people not to have at least one exact double in a world of the same series - usually people had a whole string of doubles, all along the set.”

The Related Worlds according to The Lives of Christopher Chant

“How many worlds do you think make up the Related Worlds?”

“Twelve,” said Christopher.

“Very good!” said Flavian. “Though, actually, there are more than that, because each world is really a set of worlds, which we call a Series. The only one which is just a single world is Eleven. All the worlds were probably one world to begin with - and then something happened back in prehistory which could have ended up in two contradictory ways. Let’s say a continent blew up. Or it didn’t blow up. The two things couldn’t both be true at once in the same world, so that world became two worlds, side by side but quite separate, one with that continent and one without. And so on, until there were twelve.”

“And did the Series happen the same way?”

“Yes indeed. Take Series Seven which is a mountain series. In prehistory, the earth’s crust must have buckled many more times than it did here. Or Series Five, where all the land became islands, none of them larger than France. Now these are the same right across the Series, but the course of history in each world is different. It’s history that makes the differences. The easiest example is our own Series, Twelve, where our world, which we call World A, is orientated on magic - which is normal for most worlds. But the next world, World B, split off in the Fourteenth Century and turned to science and machinery. The world beyond that, World C, split off in Roman times and became divided into large empires. And it went on like that up to nine. There are usually nine to a Series.”

“Why are they numbered back to front?” Christopher asked.

“Because we think One was the original world of the twelve,” Flavian said. “Anyway, it was the Great Mages of One who first discovered the other worlds, and they did the numbering. Now what do you think makes us call these twelve the Related Worlds?”

“They all speak the same languages.”

Books included in this A-Z are :

Charmed Life;

The Lives of Christopher Chant;

Witch Week;

Warlock at the Wheel;

The Sage of Theare

Accredited Witch Lived in Coven Street and was a friend of the Willing Warlock.

Alice, Aunt Married to Uncle Charles. Has a daughter called Caroline. (The Lives of Christopher Chant)

Alina Altun Thasper’s foster mother. Her own son was eaten by an invisible dragon, so Chrestomanci leaves Thasper with her, after disguising his hair, and she thinks Thasper is her own son, Badien. She was married to a hardworking but not very rich doctor and had two more sons and two daughters. (The Sage of Theare)

Anywhere’s What Christopher Chant calls the hundreds of valley’s and paths in the Place Between. They are actually worlds in Series’. (The Lives of Christopher Chant)

Argent, Ralph Weatherby Pronounced “Rafe”, he is Miranda Chant’s brother and Christopher Chant’s uncle. He wears tweeds, has foxy red hair and a moustache. Also known as The Wraith. (The Lives of Christopher Chant)

Arm of Asheth The temple guards in Series 10. They are very fierce and have been known to cross worlds in search of those who have offended. (The Lives of Christopher Chant)

Asheth Temple Cats Magical cats from Series 10. Wizards will pay a lot of money for a tiny piece of these cats. (The Lives of Christopher Chant)

August Personage Mrs Sharp’s name for Chrestomanci. (Charmed Life)

Baden Baden Where Christopher Chant’s mother went to live after he started school. (The Lives of Christopher Chant)

Badgett, Lady A cousin of Cosimo Chant. She has a long nose and wrinkles. (The Lives of Christopher Chant)

Baslam, Mr Lives in the village near Chrestomanci Castle and sells “Eggsotik Serplys”. Was supposed to have good contacts in London. Gwendolen Chant came to him for her magic supplies when she moved to the Castle and then paid him with enchanted goods which didn’t make him too happy. (Charmed Life)

Bell, Miss Effisa Christopher Chant called her “The Last Governess”, because she was the last one to look after him before he was sent to school. She pretends to be dull and drab but has a smile of “hidden prettiness”. She was really working for Ralph Weatherby and had a house in Kensington. (The Lives of Christopher Chant)

Bernard A Financial Wizard who works for Chrestomanci, he talks about stocks and shares to everyone he meets and at every meal. He advised Mrs Sharp on what to do with the five pounds he gave her for the cat, Fiddle and she made quite a bit of money. (Charmed Life)

Bessemer, Miss Maud The Housekeeper at Chrestomanci Castle. (Charmed Life)

Bethi The Goddesses white Asheth Temple Cat from Series 10. (The Lives of Christopher Chant)

Bone-fire What they burn witches on. The burnings used to be held in the Market Square before they were moved inside the walls of the gaols. (Witch Week)

Book of Heaven The God of Prophecy’s reference book. (The Sage of Theare)

Bowbridge The nearest train station and village to Chrestomanci Castle.

Brentwell Services Where the car that the Willing Warlock stole ran out of petrol. (Warlock at the Wheel)

Brubeck, Mr Takes Class 2Y at Larwood House for music, which he is addicted to. (Witch Week)

Cadwallender, Miss The Headmistress at Larwood House. (Witch Week)

Caroline Christopher Chant’s cousin. Father is Charles, Mother is Alice. She is three years younger than Christopher and lives in Surrey. (The Lives of Christopher Chant)

Cat Eric Chant's nickname. (Charmed Life)

Cat The name of the houseboy in Alina’s house who brings Thasper a message from Chrestomanci. He was sacked just after. (The Sage of Theare)

Celestial Gallery Struck by lightening just after the Sage of Dissolution has finished speaking. (The Sage of Theare)

Chant, Caroline Mary Eric and Gwendolen’s Mother. (Charmed Life)

Chant, Christopher He has black curly hair and coal black eyes. He appears vain and wears a blank look when he is thinking his hardest. He was tall as a child. He lost his first life in Series 10 while spirit travelling when he was impaled on a spear. He returned to his own world and a curtain pole fell into his chest. He lost his second life in a trap set by Chrestomanci to catch the Wraith in series 10. When he returned to his body he was hit on the head by a cricket bat wielded by Oneir. His third life was lost as he fell out of one of the ruined towers at Chrestomanci Castle. His fourth life went when he lost his footing in the Place Between. When he returned, he fell down a staircase after being reprimanded by Gabrielle deWitt. His fifth life was lost while, when travelling in series 8, he was burnt by a dragon. When he returned, he was burnt while trying to magically light a fire. His sixth life was placed in a wall by the Goddess so that she could travel between worlds. It was recovered afterwards. His ninth life was removed and placed in a curtain ring by Miss Rosalie at the orders of Gabrielle deWitt, so that Christopher would take more care in the future. His seventh life was lost trying to recover Gabrielle deWitt from Eleven. He grew up and became Chrestomanci. (The Lives of Christopher Chant) Summoned to Theare while in bed with flu (The Sage of Theare). He wears elaborate dressing gowns. Summoned to Larwood Forrest to help Class 2Y (Witch Week)

Chant, Cosimo Father of Christopher Chant. He dresses well, has lots of well-combed back black hair with a neat parting. He is an Enchanter who specialises in horoscopes. (The Lives of Christopher Chant)

Chant, Eric Emelius Also known as Cat. He is a nine-lived enchanter. His parents were killed in the Saucy Nancy Disaster leaving his only relative his sister Gwendolen. (Charmed Life)

Chant, Francis John Eric and Gwendolen’s Father. He married his cousin, Caroline Mary Chant against all advice and refused to let Chrestomanci ensure that his children were born without magic which caused a huge rift between himself and the enchanter. (Charmed Life)

Chant, Gwendolen Eric Chant’s sister. She was a ruthless, selfish witch who caused Chrestomanci quite a bit of trouble at mealtimes when she conjoured up all sorts of things which he couldn't deal with due to the silver cutlery. (Charmed Life).

Chant, Janet One of Gwendolen’s doubles from another world that came to fill the space left by Gwendolen’s departure. When Gwendolen left for good, Janet got to stay at the Castle with Eric Chant. (Charmed Life)

Chant, Julia Daughter of Christopher Chant and Millie (The Living Goddess of Ashath), sister to Roger. She is a witch and uses magic by tying a knot in her handkerchief. She is a little fat, as a child, and is not allowed to eat marmalade. (Charmed Life)

Chant, Millie Christopher Chant’s wife and Roger and Julia’s Mother. She used to be the Living Asheth and took the name Millie after the series of school adventures entitled “Millie Goes to School”

Chant, Miranda Mother of Christopher Chant. She is a sorceress. She wears wide silk skirts with lots of frills and draperies. She has huge, lustrous eyes, a perfect figure and piles of glossy rich brown curls. (The Lives of Christopher Chant)

Charles, Uncle Christopher Chant’s father’s brother. Lives in Surrey. Married to Aunt Alice. Daughter, Caroline and son, Francis. (The Lives of Christopher Chant)

Chrestomanci Pronounced “Krest-oh-man-see”. This is the title of a government post that can only be filled by a nine-lived enchanter. “That makes him strong enough to control the practice of witchcraft throughout this world and several others. The Government has given him that task. For this reason you will hear some people call him the Chrestomanci. The post bears that title.” (The Lives of Christopher Chant) His job is to “make sure the world isn’t run entirely by witches. He has to make sure witches don’t get out into worlds where there isn’t so much magic and play havoc there.” He has a large magical staff of government employees to help him. If you say the name once, there is a good chance that he will “accidentally appear”. Say the name three times and he will be summoned at once from what ever he is doing, no matter how inconvenient to himself. Chrestomanci’s that we know of: Benjamin Allworthy (pre deWitt), Gabriel deWitt (The Lives of Christopher Chant), Christopher Chant and then Eric Chant. Christopher Chant was summoned to Theare while he was in bed with flu (The Sage of Theare). It was Christopher Chant who rescued the children at Larwood House (Witch Week)

Chrestomanci Castle The Castle is grey and turreted. There is a new part “with a spread of windows and a flag flying above.” As you approach up the gravel drive, you see a grand front door. If you go past this door you approach an obscure door hidden by a mass of rhododendron trees. The walls of the Castle are three feet thick and there are lots of staircases and corridors. The new part is carpeted and pictures hang on clean white walls. The old part has walls of whitewashed stone. Michael Saunders workshop is in the old part of the castle up a winding staircase. (Charmed Life) The Gardens have “grand trees - dark, layered cedars and big elms”, lawns and flowers. They are watched over by gardeners who appear as soon as you pick something. There is a dell which contains Chrestomanci’s garden and the Gateway to Elsewhere. The castle was taken over by the government about 200 years before The Lives of Christopher Chant, when the last wicked enchanter was beheaded.

City Bank The bank the Willing Warlock tried to rob with a toy pistol. (Warlock at the Wheel).

Crossley, Harold Called “Teddy” because of the hymn “Gladly my cross I’d bear” - everyone sings “Crossly my glad-eyed bear” because he is “glad-eyed” and keen. He is in love with Miss Hodge and has the misfortune to take Class 2Y at Larwood House. (Witch Week)

Devvy Homework at Larwood House (Witch Week)

deWitt, Gabriel Chrestomanci before Christopher Chant. He was the strongest enchanter in the world. “6 foot 6 of skinny old man”. Lots of white hair, white face and hands, jutted eyebrows, “cheeks that stood out in wide peaks, making the eyes between them sunken and staring.” A “hooked beak of a nose”. “The rest of the old mans face went into a small, sharp point, containing a long grim mouth.” When he was younger he didn’t want to be Chrestomanci, but by middle age he had become resigned to the idea. He still has 8 lives left at the beginning of the book. (The Lives of Christopher Chant)

Dragon See: Dragon’s blood; Saunders, Michael; Invisible Dragons

Dragon’s Blood A magical ingredient banned from use because of its supposed tendency to take a life when used. It is obtained from dragons, dried into powder form and used in very strong charms. Michael Saunders has some in his workshop and it is obtainable on the black market. Mr Baslam sold some to Gwendolen Chant for £50 an ounce. (Charmed Life) The Wraith smuggled it by the cartload. (The Lives of Christopher Chant)

Dressing Gowns Christopher Chant has a predilection for very fancy dressing gowns and here are some of them from Charmed Life: pink and orange with a bright scarlet lining; green with gold dragons; sky blue with golden lions. In The Sage of Theare, he wore a long black robe embroidered with yellow comets and the inside was yellow with black comets.

Dright The leader of Eleven. He is thousands of years old and maintains his life by eating someone’s soul when his power fails. He is called High Father of the Sept and is King, Priest and Chief Magician. (The Lives of Christopher Chant)

Dulcinea’s Ponies Slang term for broomsticks named after Dulcinea Wilkes. (Witch Week)

Day of Festival The one day in every year when the Living Asheth rides through the city in Series 10 and blesses it. (The Lives of Christopher Chant)

Eleven A world that is not in a series. The Dright didn’t want any competition from other worlds. The people there believe in pride and appearance. The weather is controlled and the people live outside. They don’t use fire to cook as they summon their food, so they regard fire users as inferior. They admire people who cheat and lie out of loyalty. The more fur and ornaments worn, the more important the person. Important people always stand. (The Lives of Christopher Chant)

Erica One of the maids at Chrestomanci Castle. (The Lives of Christopher Chant)

Euphemia One of the maids at Chrestomanci Castle, she has a boyfriend called Will Suggins. (Charmed Life)

Exams The witches exams are: First, Second, Third and Fourth Grade Magic exams, then Advanced Magic. (Charmed Life)

Felperin Brothers Worked for the Wraith. (The Lives of Christopher Chant)

Fenning One of Christopher Chant’s friends. He is small and no good at cricket. (The Lives of Christopher Chant)

Festival of Water This is held yearly on Theare and only water dieties are allowed to be present. It is at this event that Imperion announces that the Sage of Dissolution has been born. (The Sage of Theare)

Fiddle The cat that started out as Eric Chant’s violin until Gwendolen used Eric’s fourth life to transform it when she couldn’t bear his playing. Chrestomanci sent Bernard to Wolvercote to buy Fiddle and bring him to Chrestomanci Castle. (Charmed Life)

Francis Cousin of Christopher Chant and the same age. Son of Charles. (The Lives of Christopher Chant)

Frazier One of the footmen at Chrestomanci Castle. (Charmed Life)

French Wizard Jean-Pierre. A swindler who sends all his clients who want to hide to Earth where they will have magic. (Warlock at the Wheel)

Gatehouse, The Old The Larwood branch of the Witches Escape Route. It looks like a strange red-brick castle. The Escape Route was closed down but the way through to the other, safe world, was hidden under coal in the cellar and not found. (Witch Week)

Gate House School For Girls The school the girls from Larwood House go to when the two worlds merge. The Head is Miss Cadwallader. (Witch Week)

Gateway to Elsewhere The Gateway to Elsewhere is in the grounds of Chrestomanci Castle. It can only be approached if you are not looking at it directly. You have to walk towards it while looking at it out of the corner of your eye. As you approach, you go through a magical garden where all the seasons are present, one after another. At last you come to a small bowl of meadowland surrounded by trees. There is an apple tree inside with a small spring bubbling up from nowhere at its roots and disappearing again. The tree overhangs an old ruined arch and the top stone of the arch has fallen down and sits at the foot of the apple tree. When activated, the air between the gateway quivers like it is being heated, then it mists up, then turns milky, then dark. The darkness clears away to the corners and another world is revealed.

Gingerbread men These are a confectionery made of ginger which, once baked, run around the room and try to escape, thus making eating them more fun as you have to catch them first. (Charmed Life)

Goddess An enchantress in her own right, she was brought up as The Living Asheth in Series 10. Christopher Chant gave her some Millie Goes to School type books which she fell in love with. When she escaped to Christopher Chants world she insisted on being called Millie. (The Lives of Christopher Chant)

Golden Heart Square The Sage of Dissolution turned down the lodgings here. (The Sage of Theare)

Great Zond King of the Gods. (The Sage of Theare)

Green, Estelle Copies Theresa Mullett’s crazes in Class 2Y. She has soft brown eyes and soft wriggly curls. She talks a lot. Her mother is in prison for helping witches in the Witches Underground Escape Route. (Witch Week)

Grigg, Karen In Class 2Y at Larwood House. She copies Theresa Mullett’s crazes. (Witch Week)

Half Moon Street Where Thasper met himself and called Chrestomanci. (The Sage of Theare)

Harbury Services Where the Willing Warlock stopped the car for ice cream. (Warlock at the Wheel)

Harvest Moon Street The Sage of Dissolution was living here. It caught fire. (The Sage of Theare)

Hodge, Miss Eileen One of the teachers at Larwood House. She is a small, neat person with tidy hair who wears neat grey skirts and blouses. She would like to marry Mr Wentworth. (Witch Week)

If Worlds What the gods of Theare say that mankind calls the Related Worlds. (The Sage of Theare)

Imperion God of the Sun and God of Prophecy. He is a High God. (The Sage of Theare)

Inquisitors Witch hunters with enormous powers to arrest anyone on the merest suspicion of witchcraft. (Witch Week)

Invisible Dragons These live in the rivers of Theare and lurk under bridges. If people don’t want to answer questions they say “oh, go and ask an invisible dragon”. (The Sage of Theare)

Jemima Jane A little girl who is in the back seat of a car when the Willing Warlock steals it. Her real name is Prudence but she has been told by her father (Kathusa) not to give her real name to strangers as they could use it magically. She drives the Willing Warlock mad by asking lots of questions and she likes to go driving. (Warlock at the Wheel)

Journal Time Half an hour every day when the pupils of Larwood House write their private thoughts. Only to be interrupted by a serious emergency. (Witch Week)

Kathusa A financial wizard. Prudence’s father. Described as a small man in a pinstripe suit. Chrestomanci’s agent in this world, it is his job to collect all the people that Jean Pierre sends across. (Warlock at the Wheel)

Kingdom of Splendour Hall This blew up as people were leaving after the Sage of Dissolution finished speaking. (The Sage of Theare)

Larkins, Miss The Clairvoyant from Coven Street, Wolvercote. She told Eric his fortune, thus enabling Chrestomanci to discover the general area of his whereabouts and warn him to be more careful. A warning that Eric didn’t understand. Her spirit guides names are Bobby and Dodo. After Eric and Gwendolen moved to Chrestomanci Castle she was rewarded by a grateful client and set up in a salon in Bond Street. (Charmed Life)

Larkins, Mr Owner of a junk shop in Wolvercote which also sold “exotic supplies”, including ingredients for magic. (Charmed Life)

Larwood House A boarding school in Hertfordshire run by the Government for Witch Orphans and children with other problems. The building is of purplish brick and has long corridors painted in caterpillar green with very white dormitories. (Witch Week)

Littleton, Inquisitor A small man in blue pinstriped suit with a blunt chin and little, watery eyes. In the other, safe world, he works as a janitor at Portway Oaks Comprehensive. (Witch Week)

Living Asheth See also, Goddess. A girl with the mark of the cat on her foot who is chosen to become the embodiment of Asheth. She is kept in the Temple of Asheth and paraded through the streets one day in every year. She can manifest Asheth’s extra arms. (The Lives of Christopher Chant)

Lowood House School Where the fictitious Millie goes to school. (The Lives of Christopher Chant)

Mary One of the maids at Chrestomanci Castle, she has red hair. (Charmed Life)

Matches The book of nine matches that Gwendolen bound up Eric’s lives into by using his third life. They are described as having “bright red heads with yellowish, oily paper below and bright white cardboard underneath”. (Charmed Life)

Medium A professional spirit traveller has to have a medium to keep him anchored while he travels and be ready to call him back in case of trouble, to keep him warm and make sure he is not woken. Mediums usually work with music. (The Lives of Christopher Chant)

Morgan, Charles In Class 2Y at Larwood House. He wears glasses and is famous for his nasty looks. He loathes Larwood and everyone in it, especially Theresa Mullet, Simon Silverson and Dan Smith. He has a sister named Burnadine. (Witch Week)

Mullett, Theresa A model pupil in Class 2Y at Larwood House. She leads a group of cronies and starts crazes. (Witch Week)

Music Lessons When Gwendolen wanted to practice magic and the Mayor of Wolvercote disapproved, Mrs Sharp called them “Music Lessons”. She then decided to give Eric proper music lessons and so he began to learn to play the violin. (Charmed Life)

Nestara Imperions mortal woman. She has a child called Thasper. (The Sage of Theare)

New Unicorn Street Thasper had a door slammed in his face while enquiring about the Sage of Dissolution. (The Sage of Theare)

Nine Lived Enchanter “People with nine lives only happen when, for one reason or another there are no counterparts of them living in any other world. Then the lives that would have been spread out over a whole set of worlds get concentrated in one person. And so do all the talents those other people might have had. They are extremely rare.”

Nostrum, Henry A Necromancer in Wolvercote until the abortive coup upon Chrestomanci, whereupon he was stripped of his powers. (Charmed Life)

Nostrum, William Henry Nostrum’s brother. He has a cast in his left eye which continually worried Eric Chant as he wasn’t sure which way the wizard was looking at any one time. Mr Nostrum was a well to do wizard who had a practice in Eastbourne before being stripped of his powers by Chrestomanci. (Charmed Life)

Ock God of all Oceans. Equal in status to Imperion. (The Sage of Theare)

Oneir One of Christopher Chant’s school friends. He is of medium build. (The Lives of Christopher Chant)

Otherwhere’s What the priestesses in Series 10 call the Related Worlds. (The Lives of Christopher Chant)

Partridge Pleasaunce Street The Sage of Dissolution moved quickly from here to Fauntel Square, then to Strong Wind Boulevard, then to Station Street. (The Sage of Theare)

Pawson, Dr A Cambridge Don and the most eminent Diviner in the country. He lived in Trumpington Road, Cambridge and was “vastly, hugely, grossly fat” with “vast purple jowls” and brown teeth that lay “higgledy-piggledy in all directions like a fence trampled by cows.” He glided around magically in his armchair. (The Lives of Christopher Chant)

Pawson, Mrs Dr Pawson’s mother. She was bedridden, had white hair and was famous for her “visitations”. (The Lives of Christopher Chant)

Penge School, Surrey Christopher Chant’s boarding school. (The Lives of Christopher Chant)

Phillips, Miss The girls gym teacher at Larwood House. (Witch Week)

Pilgrim, Nan In Class 2Y at Larwood House. Her real name is Dulcinea, named after Dulcinea Wilkes - the Archwitch. She is plump and unfit and has a nack of describing things. (Witch Week)

Place Between, The The way to the Anywhere’s. Large muddy brown rocky areas with towering shapeless walls that go up and up. A formless wet mist hangs everywhere. Thousands of valleys lead off into other worlds. The Place Between likes to return everything to its rightful place and pushes Christopher home when he travels through. (The Lives of Christopher Chant)

Pluckiest Boy in School, The The book given to Charles Morgan to write lines from. (Witch Week)

Portway Oaks A ring of beech trees below Larwood Forrest. (Witch Week)

Portway Oaks Comprehensive A day school for boys which 2Y are at when the two worlds merge. The Headmaster is Mr Wentworth. (Witch Week)

Prophecy, God of Imperion. (The Sage of Theare)

Proudfoot Bethi’s kitten. It had seven claws on one foot and was as adorable as Throgmorton was repulsive. (The Lives of Christopher Chant)

Proudfoot, Mother The woman who looks after the Goddess in Series 10. (The Lives of Christopher Chant)

Questions of Dissolution The book that the Sage of Dissolution writes. (The Sage of Theare)

Road of the Four Lions No 403 The Sage of Dissolution was rumoured to be living here. It burnt down in the night. (The Sage of Theare)

Roberts, Mordecai He was born in Eleven and sent by the leader of Eleven to work for Chrestomanci so he could betray him. He is a fully trained magician and spirit traveller who’s spirit name is Tacroy. He is strong, young, rather squarely and sturdily built, with a roundish coffee coloured face and merry-looking hazel eyes. He has curly hair “coiled tight like a mass of little pale brown springs”. He is the Castle’s cricket teams best bowler and is in love with Miss Rosalie. To gather information for the Dright of Eleven, he became trusted by Chrestomanci, for whom he was trying to catch the Wraith. Instead, he became a double agent and worked as a smuggler for the Wraith. (The Lives of Christopher Chant)

Rosalie, Miss Chief assistant to deWitt. She regards him as Dear and Adorable. She is a very good batswoman in the cricket team. (The Lives of Christopher Chant)

Sage of Dissolution It was prophesied that this sage would question everything and bring down the exquisite order of heaven and cast all the gods into disorder. (The Sage of Theare)

Saucy Nancy Disaster The Saucy Nancy is the paddle steamer that sank, killing Eric and Gwendolen’s parents. (Charmed Life)

Saunders, Michael One of the wizards employed to help Chrestomanci. He teaches Julia and Robert Chant and then Eric and Gwendolen Chant when they move to the castle. He goes through phases and loves to discuss them at the dinner table and bored Eric Chant to death with talk of art. He had a workshop with a five pointed star on the floor, various trestle tables covered in magical equipment, books, scrolls and jars, a cresset hanging from the ceiling and a small dragon who he rescued and who helped him with his spells. (Charmed Life)

Series 1 Trains go through rings high up on pilons. (The Lives of Christopher Chant)

Series 2 A maze of bridges over a tangle of rivers filled with giant eels. (The Lives of Christopher Chant)

Series 5 Lots of islands and mermaids. (The Lives of Christopher Chant)

Series 6 In the grip of an ice age. (The Lives of Christopher Chant)

Series 7 Mountains and glaciers, but surprisingly hot. He heat caused tropical growth. “It was like looking at the North Pole and the Equator at once.” (The Lives of Christopher Chant)

Series 8 Bleak and stony, cold. (The Lives of Christopher Chant)

Series 10 An “Arabian Knight’s” kind of world with snake charmers and temples. It is a hot world. The people worship Asheth. (The Lives of Christopher Chant)

Series 11 Eleven is not a series as it is just one world. See Eleven. (The Lives of Christopher Chant)

Series 12 Chrestomanci’s home world. The French won the Battle of Agincourt and Richard II was on the throne until long after Agincourt. Only rich people have cars but there are trains. Atlantis is what we would call America and is ruled by the Inca’s. Charles the 7th is on the throne. There are no aeroplanes, no Ghandi, Einstein, Walt Disney, Reggae or Christopher Columbus.

Sharp, Ellen Mrs Ellen Sharp looked after Gwendolen and Eric when their parents died. She is a certified witch and lived downstairs from the Chant’s so, after the accident, Eric and Gwendolen moved downstairs. She’s not a very good witch and Eric didn’t feel very happy eating her gingerbread men which, instead of running away, lay upon the plate and waved their arms and legs feebly. (Charmed Life)

Shrine of Asheth Where the statue of Asheth is kept. It is a statue of a woman with four arms, is solid gold at the front and hung with gold. Only initiates are allowed access. (The Lives of Christopher Chant)

Silver Whenever he is touching silver Christopher Chant is unable to perform even the slightest piece of magic and has to tell the truth. His father cast his strongest spells to make silver neutral after his horoscope told him that silver would mean danger or death to Christopher. It took a visit to Dr Pawson who told Christopher to empty his pockets to make him realise his potential and become the next Chrestomanci. (The Lives of Christopher Chant)When he became Chrestomanci and had to deal with Gwendolen Chant he found mealtimes annoying as the cutlery was made of silver. (Charmed Life)

Silverson, Simon The lead boy in Class 2Y at Larwood House. He is a bully and likes to hit Brian Wentworth. He locks everything he owns. (Witch Week)

Simonson, Dr A medical magician with a pointed grey beard. (The Lives of Christopher Chant)

Singh, Nirupam In Class 2Y at Larwood House. He is a tall Indian boy with a strong personality and a profile like a “chubby hawk”. His brother was burned in Delhi and his mother was burned for trying to save him. (Witch Week)

Small Unction Sublime Concert Hall This is the first time that Thasper hears of the Sage speaking. It is burnt down by the next day. (The Sage of Theare)

Smith, Dan In Class 2Y at Larwood House. He is a bad boy. He likes to spy on seniors and their girlfriends and pick on other members of his class. (Witch Week)

Snakes Gwendolen turned Julia Chant’s skirt into snakes at the dinner table. (Charmed Life)

Sphere of Forgetfulness A silver globe, neither transparent nor opaque which Imperion placed Thasper in, not moving or growing, until it was opened seven years later by Chrestomanci. (The Sage of Theare)

Stained Glass The church near Chrestomanci Castle has stained glass windows. When Gwendolen went to a service there she made them come alive where they fought and danced around, unbeknownst to the vicar. (Charmed Life)

Suggins, Will Euphemia’s “young man”. A warlock. (Charmed Life)

Tacroy The spirit name of Mordecai Roberts. (The Lives of Christopher Chant)

Temple, Flavian Sent by deWitt to examine Christopher Chant for his suitability to become Chrestomanci. He became Christopher’s tutor. He wore his collars too tight and had no sense of humour. (The Lives of Christopher Chant)

Thasper Son of Imperion and Nestara. He is described as a beautiful child, fair haired and blue eyed. He was slow learning to speak because he wanted to ask questions. (The Sage of Theare)

The Three Bears What everyone at his school called Christopher Chant, Oneir and Fenning. (The Lives of Christopher Chant)

Theare A world where heaven is very well organised by the Gods. (The Sage of Theare)

Throgmorton An Asheth Temple Cat. He is a smelly, scratching, bullying, magical cat that can understand speech and “tear strips through ordinary magic”. He is ginger with a stripy, snake-like tail and one ear higher than the other. He says “Wong” a lot. (The Lives of Christopher Chant)

Towers, Mr The PE teacher at Larwood House. (Witch Week)

Wraith, The A very successful smuggler operating through London. His gang smuggled weapons from Series One, mermaid parts from Series 5, magic mushroom essence and eternal fire from Series 10, eel livers from Series 2, poison balm from Series 6, dream juice from Series 9 as well as cartloads of dragons blood. (The Lives of Christopher Chant)

Wentworth, Mr Deputy Head at Larwood House. He throws chalk at people. His son is Brian in 2Y.

Wentworth, Brian Son of the Deputy Head. He is in Class 2Y at Larwood House. He is a small boy, who looks young for his age. He sings well and is good at things but he is a loner and is bullied by most of the class. When not being the victim, he is quite willing to torment someone else. He is described as “small, perky and irritating with it”. (Witch Week)

White Hart The Inn near Chrestomanci Castle. (Charmed Life)

Widdershins Anticlockwise.

Wilkes, Dulcinea 1760-1790. The Arcwitch. She tried to stop witches being persecuted. She was “young, pretty, clever and hot-tempered”. She was born in Steeple Bumstead, Essex and moved to London in 1781 where she took a leading part in the Witches Uprising of 1789. She was arrested and burned. (Witch Week)

Wilkinson, Mr An elderly sorcerer who looked after Chrestomanci Castle library. (The Lives of Christopher Chant)

Willing Warlock Lived in Coven Lane, Wolvercote near Eric and Gwendolen until he and the some others tried to put paid to Chrestomanci whereupon he was stripped of his magic. (Charmed Life) He then escaped to another world (ours?) until he was caught. (Warlock at the Wheel). A bulky young man in need of a shave.

Witch Detectors Used by the Inquisitors, they are machines in black boxes which always find a witch. (Witch Week)

Witchcraft Emergency Act Passed after the second uprising, it gives Inquisitors enormous powers to arrest someone on the merest suspicion of witchcraft. (Witch Week)

Witches Uprising, 1789 The witches were protesting against being persecuted and burnt. When people wouldn’t stop, Dulcinea Wilkes worked some spells which caused people to be terrified of witchcraft which resulted in a lot of bone-fires and strict laws. (Witch Week)

Wolvercote The town where Eric and Gwendolen grew up. 26 Coven Street, Wolvercote, England. (Charmed Life)

Zond King of the Gods of Theare. (The Sage of Theare)

#a-z of the related words #glossary

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Crowley’s Roman Look is Very Strange

I didn’t. I didn’t want to be this person. But Aziraphale is sitting RIGHT THERE looking like A TOTALLY RESPECTABLE Roman citizen circa 40 AD. Maybe the hair might be unusual, but the Romans LOVED blonde hair. They thought it was cool and foreign and exotic in sort of a sexy way.

But Crowley is so historically confused. And I think the production design is too good and Neil Gaiman is too on top of his game for this to be accidental. It must mean something. 

I - HAIR

What is on your head Crowley. Are you the emperor? Are you a victorious general currently participating in a victory parade? 

Sure, you sometimes see laurel wreathes in portraits. But FUNERAL portraits.

That crown is a symbolic thing, to celebrate your victories in life. It’s not STREET WEAR. 

And okay. It’s 40-41 AD. Caligula is emperor. Military chic is in. If you’re a guy, you’re wearing your hair short and un-styled (LIKE AZIRAPHALE.) Those dramatic little spit curls wouldn’t show up until at least Nero. 

But actually, pulling back for a second - are you appreciating the absurdity that is this hairstyle? Because it took me a second to notice that only the FRONT HALF is curled.

Which is a Roman hairstyle. But it’s a Roman LADY hairstyle. 

(It tends to get called ‘Flavian Hair’ because the Flavian era ladies of the 70s-90s got pretty extreme about it, but you still had less... dramatic versions in the 40s.)

That’s you, Crowley. That’s your style reference. Honestly, if you had just kept your hair long everybody would have thought you were a cool barbarian chieftain or something. 

II - CLOTHES

The black is fine. It’s eccentric, but fine. Romans wore black. Wearing black was Cato the Younger’s *thing.* It gets associated with mourning and/or protest, but it would have been really visually confusing to have Crowley wear some other color. This gets a pass.

Nope, my question is about his articles of clothing. There’s a charcoal grey garment that seems to be a toga + undershirt. It’s looped over Crowley’s arm, which is a classic toga give away. 

That part’s fine. But over the top, he’s wearing a true black... short cape? Shawl? it’s really hard to tell, because whatever it is, he is NOT wearing it correctly (is it folded in half?) Also, that irregular red zigzag pattern is very strange and I do not recognize it from anywhere. Seriously, I can’t even decide on a continent for this garment.

III - JEWELRY

Emperor Nero usually gets credit for inventing the first sunglasses, after he started watching gladiators fight though a green gemstone. He won’t be emperor for about ten years. But hey, he probably got the idea from somewhere. And dark glasses are just a really sensible way to hide your snakey eyes. This is also the first time we see Crowley put up some proper emotional barriers, so it’s a good place for the glasses to be introduced. (@theladyzephyr has a wonderful meta that goes into a lot more detail here.) 

So the sunglasses are good. BUT THAT BROOCH.

Okay. This is Aziraphale wearing a fibula plate brooch

It’s a really Roman style, and a really Roman shape (a “pelta”)

I’ve never seen one that looks like angel wings, but a Roman citizen is going to look at that and see a soppily patriotic Imperial Eagle. How nice that this lovely man from Germania/Greece has made some money and become such an exemplary citizen!

But Crowley is wearing a penannular (pin-and-ring) brooch

That’s not roman. That’s a style from the British Isles (Irish, Pictish, Scottish, Welsh.) It says barbarian, boonies, outskirts of the civilized world. 

And nobody @ me with pictures of pin-and-ring brooches from Rome. Those are small, cheap, and undecorated. They’re the cultural equivalent of safety pins. This is patterned like a snake, and it’s the size of Crowley’s palm. 

AND THAT’S ANOTHER THING. They didn’t do snake-themed jewelry in the British isles. Snakes didn’t have the best cultural associations there, and there weren’t too many of them there to begin with. This isn’t something Crowley picked up because “hey, a snake, cool,” and then got attached too. This must have been commissioned special. 

But you know who LOVED snake jewelry? 

ROMANS. 

Romans associated snakes with healing and rebirth - clinics sometimes had lil snakes crawling around on the ground to give the place good vibes. 

You cannot tell me that Crowley could have existed in Rome for any length of time and not picked up some of this jewelry. Which leads me to my conclusion:

IV - CROWLEY IS EXTREMELY NEW IN TOWN

The unfashionable pin and hair? The clothing draped the wrong way? The cultural colorblindness of wearing a laurel crown when you’re not supposed to? Crowley looks like a tacky tourist because he is one. He’s not staying here long, he “just nipped in for a quick temptation.”

He’s in a bad mod because he’s had an awful day, everyone keeps looking at him funny, the temptation was a complete bust, he has culture shock, and now he’s just trying to get a drink. But they don’t have any PROPER drinks like ALE or MEAD here, so he just orders “whatever’s drinkable.” He’s even not sure what they drink in Rome. 

But then Aziraphale shows up and invites him to lunch some place fashionable. So everything’s going to be okay.

#good omens #aj crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #history #history stuff #roman stuff #historical fashion #laurel wreath #snake jewelry #fibula #pennanular #flavian hair #nero #caligula #roman fasion #roman jewelry #my meta

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Day 2!

Flavian likes knitting now because i think that's something he's like to do :3

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Dia 2!

Flavian gosta de tricotar agora porque eu sinto que é algo que ele gostaria de fazer :3

#also he has a dandelion on his hair #my art #CD47Desenhos #oc #bry #flavian #huevember #huevember2020

[precurianswag]

everyone’s favorite genderqueer wine mom is here for eternity

#crowley #good omens #good omens crowley #aj crowley #anthony j crowley #crowley fanart #good omens fanart #nanny ashtoreth #i will cling onto the fact that crowley is styling her hair in a feminine fashion during the 41AD segment #flavian and BEAUTIFUL is what she is looking like #genderfluid crowley #just needed that tag on here too

[ollietalkshistory]

During the Republican period, the nodus coiffure was common among upper class women and in Imperial iconography the nodus coiffure was associated predominately with the women of Augustus' household. The nodus style saw the hair parted in three, with the hair from the sides of the head tied in a bun at the back while the middle section is looped back on itself.

During the Julio-Claudian reign, the hairstyles of women began to grow in volume. The nodus that Livia wore was completely gone, but the loose curls around the face were still a popular fashion.

The Flavians had more elaborate coiffures that resembled a honeycomb of curls. During this time, the aristocratic women's style became the most flamboyant. The styles were lofty, with masses of shaped curls and braids. The high arching crowns on the front were made using fillets of wool and toupees, and could be attached to the back of the head as well as the front.

The Antonine Period saw curls at the front of the head brought to a lower level than the Flavian Period. The braids coiled at the back of the head were brought further forward, instead often resting on the top of the head.

During the Severan dynasty, Julia Domna had a particularly notable hairstyle that influenced everyone else. She wore a heavy, globular wig with simple finger-sized waves with a simple center parting.

#ancient rome #hair #womens hairstyles #hairstyles #can someone teach me how to do my hair

[arthurmorgansleftlung]

Secret Cupid 2021 (Part 2)

This @rdr-secret-cupid is for @outlawsworld ! I’m so sorry about it being a little late. I really hope that you like this, I really tried to incorporate horses and your appearance the best that I could without being overbearing.

Sorry about any formatting issues, I’m on mobile!

Happy (belated) Valentine’s Day!

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The Way He Touched You

Arthur Morgan x Reader

Word Count: 2,350

Warnings: None really, but there is briefly some hostile words and behaviors aimed at the reader.

You were a successful seductress and thief. You were making hundreds, sometimes thousands of money from tempting big burly oafs. They always figured you were no threat, with your small stature and physique. And don’t forget about your oh-so-charming Southern Belle act! These men were fools, and you played them like a fiddle.

Your mistake was staying in the same town and seducing every man who lived there. You no longer had an audience. No bites. No money. Until one day, when a new man rode into town on the finest horse you’d ever seen. He was loaded. But he was big, and strong.

You seduced the man, tricking him into buying you two a night at the nicest hotel around. Once you made your way into the room, however, that’s where things went wrong.

You’d gotten to the point in your routine where you would normally incapacitate your victim. Normally you would find an object close by, like a candle stick or a boot that had been kicked off. Well, when you smashed a glass dish over the man’s head, he did not pass out. Rather, he started bleeding profusely and screaming at you. You bolted out of the hotel, bursting through the door and jumping on the first horse you saw: his.

With a quick kick to the sides the Arabian horse went into a full gallop, the sound of its hooves hitting the ground mixed in with the angry yells of the man you just failed to rob.

Pretty soon, the law and the townspeople were on you. But your stolen horse was faster than them. Eventually it seemed that they had given up. You couldn’t hear or see anything. You slowed the horse and dismounted, giving it a nice pat and an apple (which was also stolen).

You must have fallen asleep, because when you woke up to the sound of thundering hooves and angry men the sky was a different shade of blue. Luckily the horse you’d stolen, who you now recognized was a girl, was still nearby, grazing on the overgrown grass. Unfortunately, she was not a very camouflaged horse. She was the brightest shade of white with a pink nose and blue eyes. The mob found you easily.

You ran and mounted the mare, kicking her to make her go. The horse bolted, and you made decent ground, but the howling of nearby wolves spooked her and she threw you off.

“Fuck!“ You were panicking. You had no other means of escaping. Horse theft was punishable by hanging. Is this how you would go? Suddenly a horse skidded and stopped beside you.

“Those friends of yours?” The man asked.

“No! Can you get me outta here?” You were on the verge of crying. You didn’t want to die.

“I can try! Hop on up here, miss.” You hoped you could trust this man. With a prayer you hopped onto the back of the man’s horse, and after grabbing hold of his shirt you were off. His horse galloped faster than the Arabian had for you, perhaps he was a kind and tender man with his horse.

The man, whose name you had learned was Arthur, took you into a concealed part of the wilderness. You were scared of where he was bringing you, but more scared of what would happen if you jumped off. You saw the dim light of a campfire, the sound of people talking, horses snorting back and forth as they noticed a stranger approaching.

You found yourself in a camp full of people. Arthur lead you over to a tent, where a man with jet black hair and a mustache greeted you. You told him your story, and he laughed and recommended you become friends with a girl named Karen. Apparently she was in a similar “business” as you.

That was almost a full year ago now.

Now you were a dutiful helper around camp. You of course did the regular chores that Ms. Grimshaw assigned you, but you had also become the caretaker of the gang’s horses.

Except Arthur’s. He insisted on taking care of his mare. The one time he had found you taking care of his horse he didn’t talk to you the rest of the day! You found it strange but you respected his wishes.

Currently you were grooming Taima, Charles’ Appaloosa mare. You were running a brush through her black and white fur, giving her encouraging words as you went on. You had finished your other chores: washing and drying clothes, washing bowls for the evening stew; the same old routine. A calm breeze drifted through the camp, causing leaves to flap around and Taima’s man to flow, ever so slightly.

You noticed the sound of hooves alongside the rustling of the flora around you. Arthur was riding in. He had been gone a couple of days on a hit. His horse looked exhausted, covered in sweat and mud.

“Hey, Arthur.” You greeted him. He tipped his hat towards you. He hitched his horse and walked towards you.

“Would you mind givin’ my old girl a brush?”

“I thought you didn’t like me tendin’ to your horse.” He sensed the slight attitude in your voice, you’d been holding a slight, although stupid, grudge since Arthur went silent on you.

“Please, (Y/N), she’s filthy. I can’t tend to ‘er right now...” Arthur headed off to Dutch’s tent, followed by the closing of the flaps. You gave Taima a once over; she looked shiny and clean. You headed over to Arthur’s mare, who nickered in response to you patting her hindquarters.

You gently brushed her, caked mud falling off with ease. She would need a real bath to return to her solid black color. You cleaned her as best as you could. Although her white socks were still a beige color, she looked pristine everywhere else.

Arthur soon returned, letting out a low whistle at the sight of his horse. Of course he didn’t like that he didn’t do it himself, but he praised you on your grooming work.

“You wanna go for a ride, (Y/N)?”

“Why?” You eyed him suspiciously.

“Do you wanna go for a ride or not?”

Without another word you got up on Arthur’s horse and wrapped your arms under his, your hands resting on his shoulders. The mare trotted into the woods, and once you all reached the main road you took off towards Valentine.

When you arrived, Arthur hitched his horse up outside of the stable. Was he buying treats? You followed him inside the stable, where he was greeted by the owner who was eyeing you suspiciously.

“Whatcha think about that one?” Arthur pointed towards a palomino American Standardbred.

“That’s a fine horse,” you said quietly. You didn’t have the money for such a creature, which you voiced with Arthur.

“‘Scuse me sir, I’d like to purchase this horse for my wife!” Arthur gestured towards the golden horse. Wife? Wife? Your face flushed red with anxiety and embarrassment. Arthur paid for the horse, your horse. He got you basic tack as well, and made sure you were good to ride. You didn’t know what to say.

You began to leave the stable, but the owner called after you.

“Wait! Here’s a brush and some treats... for... you...” A realization had been made. “Why— sir! That ain’t your wife! That’s the whore that stole all the men’s money in this town!”

“Don’t you call my wife no such thing.” Arthur warned the man, his hand gripping

his holster. You were flabbergasted, both at Arthur’s new title for you and that you had been caught... again.

The man grabbed at the skirt of your dress, trying to pull you off of your horse. You kicked at him, “Stop it!” You hissed at him, glaring him down. You weren’t scary at all, but perhaps Arthur’s presence gave you a leg up in intimidation. He grabbed at you again, his dirty hand gripping your thigh through the fabric. Without hesitation Arthur drew his pistol and shot the man, blood splatter making its impression on your dress and skin. Now you were certain your dress was soiled.

“Let’s go.” Arthur grumbled. Arthur called for his horse and mounted up. You both calmly left the stable, but you felt like you were burning alive with all of the eyes on you two. You could hear a familiar voice, the sheriff. As soon as you and Arthur had made it close to the outskirts, you bolted. You made a detour and headed towards Emerald Ranch, to avoid giving directions to camp if somebody followed you.

The sheriff and his deputies followed you, but gave up easily. Your horse was kind to you, and easy to handle. But he began to spook. You held on tightly to the reins, causing the horse even more irritation.

“Let loose on the reins, keep your ass in the saddle!” Arthur guided you. You already knew this, but you tried your best to follow his directions. Your horse did calm down after a moment, snorting at you after the ordeal. Arthur smiled smugly at you.

“So I’m your wife now, huh?” You teased Arthur, who was flushed a crimson red. He hadn’t really thought about that.

“In Valentine you are.”

If only he knew how you felt about it. You didn’t push it. You thanked Arthur for your horse, who you’d decided to call Flavian, after his golden appearance. Arthur thought the name was weird, but didn’t question it. The two of you rode off towards camp, traveling through the oil fields to get back. It was a long ride, but a safe one. The hot sun burned your skin, turning you pink. You didn’t think you’d be in the sun for so long, you hadn’t really prepared.

In a daze, you felt something hit your chest. Arthur’s hat. You looked at him, his head already facing forward.

“You’re turnin’ red. Just wear it for now.” You put on the hat, the scent of him forcing its way into your nose and causing a familiar heat to rush to your face. You reached the wooded surroundings of the camp, just as the sun began to set.

After you’d arrived Arthur grabbed a bowl of Pearson’s stew and retreated to his tent. You grabbed a bowl as well and followed Arthur, you needed to give his hat back. When you got close enough, Arthur was sitting and holding his head in his hands, frustrated.

“Arthur?”

“Yes, Miss (Y/N)?” He seemed startled.

“Your hat...” You pulled the hat off of your head, reaching it out for him to take. He looked up at you, beet red. He reached for the hat and gently took it from your hand. “Are you okay...?” You stepped closer, into his tent. He seemed a bit concerned about this, his eyebrows knitting together.

“I’m fine, Miss (Y/N). Just tired. Confused.”

“Confused about what, Arthur?”

“You.”

“Well, what about me?” You kind of laughed, trying to conceal any nervousness in your voice.

“Well, I— It’s not important, (Y/N).”

You silently took a deep breath. You stepped closer to Arthur and sat down beside him on his cot. He recoiled a bit. Ouch.

“What, Arthur?” You were hurt at how repulsed he seemed to be by your presence. Sure, he bought you a horse, but probably because Dutch or Hosea told him to.

“The way that man touched you today. I didn’t like it.” He mumbled. He knew of your past, how you used to tempt men. What did Arthur mean?

The thought of you ever being touched by somebody filled Arthur with a quiet anger. He was jealous today. Jealous and protective and possessive. Over a woman that wasn’t his to begin with. He had been for months, and it worried him.

“I didn’t like him touchin’ you. I don’t like... I don’t like anybody touchin’ you!”

“Arthur.” You brought your small frame closer to him. This time he didn’t recoil. You turned your head to look at him, his eyes avoiding you. You brought a gentle hand to his forearm, his bright turquoise eyes met your green ones. “Arthur I’m in love with you... how could you not tell? Ever since you saved me...”

“You can’t be in love with me...” Arthur laughed with a hint of sadness. He turned to face you, your knees touching. He brought a calloused hand to your cheek, looking like he wanted so desperately to kiss you, but pulled himself away. He seemed ashamed.

“But I am. I am in love with you, Arthur Morgan.” You looked down at the ground, fearful of what he might respond with.

How could you be so vulnerable? How could you just tell him you’ve been in love with him for a year? What now? Were you going to tell him how every time he left on a mission that you’d be so sick to your stomach with worry that you were scared you’d vomit? How you felt a twinge of jealousy and then guilt when he interacted with any of the girls? How every time you saw him you’d try to take a picture in your mind, just in case?

Tears pricked at your eyes. Oh, great, you were crying now. Arthur lifted your head back up and wiped his thumb across your cheek, wiping your tears away. He smiled softly at you.

“We can talk about this later, (Y/N)... I can’t stand seein’ you cry.”

You latched onto Arthur, in the tightest hug you could manage. He brought his big arms around you, careful not to squeeze too tight.

You don’t remember much of anything after. Arthur had been right, you were both exhausted from the heat today.

The next morning you woke up, still encased in Arthur’s arms. It was still early, nobody else had woken up but you were sure somebody had seen the two of you. Arthur also seemed to be awake, and ran his fingers through your hair.

“I love you too, (Y/N).”

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 fanfic #red dead redemption 2 fanfiction #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #rdr secret cupid 2021 #mine

[pokemoneverlastingorchard]

3/16/22

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A lot of things happened in a row, most of them super depressing. One of them you should already know about unless you’ve been living under a rock.

Anyway, I’m slowly trying to get back into making sprites and my game. Shit keeps on happening though so even when I think one shitty thing is done, another thing happens.

Most of the changes available to the player are graphical but... Whatever. I’ll upload it anyway.

Story:

+Finished Umeko’s event.

+Finished Umeko’s mini event.

+Added to a previously coded request.

+Added a new Pokemon for the addition to a request I coded a while ago. I’m out of practice a bit so I’m sure I’ll “fix” the sprites later down the line.

Graphics:

-I changed a bunch of character’s eye style. The shapes are still the same (I’ve tried many times to resize them but they’re already pretty small so that’s difficult to do) they’re all colored differently. I’ll probably be changing more eyes when I make more styles.

I mostly did the potential partner’s eyes and some of their parents if they already have their eye color. (Cherise for example has Flavian’s eye color, so I changed Flavian’s eyes to have the same style.) I might change the Gym Leader’s eyes, but I mostly just did this to give the partners more personality since they’re the ones you’re supposed to woo.

-I fixed up some portraits that I haven’t touched since the first draft. (Like Kenichi’s, for example.) This is mostly just fixing hair and recoloring them.

-I changed all but one of the Gym Leader’s clothes to match one of their Pokemon. (Two of them were already dressed based on a Pokemon they have.) These include every leader you can battle in this build. (The only one I haven’t done yet was the seventh leader, plus the Elite 4 because the Elite 4 is low priority right now.)

-I also changed Vangelis’ hair color to be a different shade of green because it looked too much like Botch’s hair.

-Fixed Yuuka’s hair in her portrait.

-Uzugo’s front sprite has been touched up.

-Changed the shiny of some Pokemon by actually recoloring them instead of just changing the hue. Some notable ones include:

--Bidoof and Bibarel. They are now gold like Peanut Butter from the Pokemon Rusty series. (They do not have muscles or red boxers.)

--Snorlax and Munchlax’s shinies now matches the snow Snorlax from that one Christmas special.

--The Bellsprout line is now a reddish color with orange leaves, and I re-revamped the Budmitto sprite. (I can’t remember what it’s called and I can’t remember if that’s what I called it.)

MISC:

-I changed the hints in the fourth Gym from being a description about the game’s plot to a description about the box Pokemon.

Other:

One of the main complaints I have about the game is how big the file is, and I still have a lot of plans for the game. I’ve already been setting smaller ideas aside but there’s a lot of them. So I decided that once I’m done with the main things I want to add, I’m going to have another “plus” version where there’s a lot more unimportant things.

One of these things I wanted to add was winter clothing for the NPCs when they’re outside and maybe date backgrounds that matches the weather. Plus a difference between all seasons if I can manage to do that.

#pokemon everlasting orchard #pokemon fan game #pokemon #pokemon eo update #pokemon fan games

[historybizarre]

Historical Styles - Ancient Roman Style (Flavian Dynasty) Hair and Makeup

Liv Free demonstrates how you can recreate an ancient Roman style using modern tools and products.

#history #fashion #makeup #ancient rome #historical fashion

[windermeresimblr]

went looking for a skin for a certain character for the Tartosa Victorian save...

...remembered I had a bunch of hairs that could work in the dregs of what was going to be my Flavian-era save...

...remembered my dreams of recreating the Lady of Elche’s costume...

...and anyways now I’m working on making a vaguely Phoenician costume for teen through elders.

[elucubrare]

Thoughts on different fashion trends in ancient cultures?

Flavian hair: 0/10, looks bad

togas on men: 5.5/10, symbolically important but unless you really know how to drape it makes you look bad

togas on women: 13/10, scandalous and sexy 

palla + stola: 8/10, good 

tunic: 4/10, basic 

trousers: -10/10, barbarian 

#ask meme answers #Anonymous

[scottishsquirrel]

Marble portrait bust of a man      

Early Imperial, Flavian  A.D. 81–96

The carefully styled hair on this young man resembles the short coiffure combed forward in undulating waves found on portraits of the emperor Domitian, who ruled from A.D. 81 to 96.

The Metropolitan Museum of Art, NYC

[askpluminescent]

(( I saw gijinkas going around. So here’s these three! Not yet set in stone but pretty close.

here’s Flavian without the glasses since he does not actually need them. ))

#pokemon gijinka #pokejinka #gardevoir #primarina #mr mime #ooc #i'll probably give flavian a darker skin tone so his hair pops out more

[langdxn]

Cody asking for the new girl Y/N in the party that the crew of AHS organized today. One of his cast friends tell to him that she just didn't come. She was a very reserved actress and was a very introvert girl, she prefer be in the comfort of her home. What she doesn't know is that Cody would leave the party only to be with her, in his very glamorous (as always) outfit and just chill out with her.

NAWWW I love this so much! Thank you anon, this was a lot of fun 💖💖💖

(gif by codyfernsource)

“She’s not here?”

Cody’s eyes swooped around the crowded room, the blur of familiar faces as he tried to avoid eye contact in case anybody caught him staring. He fiddled nervously with the zip on his striped top, wracking his brains back to the day he invited her. She knew what day and time it was, right?

“Maybe she had other plans,” Gus shrugged, downing the dwindling contents of his solo cup. “Have a drink, dude.”

“No thanks, man,” he refused calmly. “Need a clear head.”

Billie Lourd made a beeline for the duo, landing an acknowledging tickle on Cody’s waist.

“Hey baby, how are—“

“Have you seen Y/N?” Cody cut her off. “Is she here tonight?”

“Um, I don’t think so,” Billie spun on her heels to check the perimeter. “Maybe she got stuck in traffic?”

“On a Wednesday night? Besides, she doesn’t live far from here, right?”

“Couple blocks,” Gus proffered. “She walks home from set every night.”

Cody’s gaze darted to the front door. He could walk to her house and be back before anybody noticed he was gone.

“You’re not honestly going out there, are you? It’s raining like hell!”

Cody raised his eyebrows.

“Honey, do you even know me? Hell is home to me!”

“You got a crush on her, Cody?” Billie giggled, an expressive hand landing on his chest.

“No, of course not,” an empty dismissal fell from Cody’s lips as he formulated a plan to leave the building without attracting too much attention. Brad Falchuk was pitched at the front door, Kathy Bates covering the patio doors leading to the pool. Luckily, the kitchen door was guarded only by the AHS camera crew. They may be the most observant creatures on set, but tonight they’re off duty and they haven’t yet noticed how many drinks Leslie Grossman has sneaked past them.

“I—I’ve gotta go,” Cody excused himself, blowing an air kiss to Billie and thrusting his half full cup into Gus’s chest. Gleefully accepted, the contents were gone in seconds.

“Tell Y/N we said hi,” Gus called over with a chuckle. Smiling to himself, Cody kept his head down as he weaved skilfully through the numbers.

———

The TV drama mumbled nonchalantly, blissfully unaware it had been reduced to background noise while you stared into the middle distance. Tucking your feet snugly into your fleecy robe, you reached for a supersized candy bar and an incredibly generous bottle of champagne. Flinging a chunk of chocolate in the direction of your wide open mouth, you nearly choked on it as you cheered your own success.

An introvert’s food-throwing Olympics is never won nor lost.

Your phone vibrated on the leather couch with an almost obscene buzz. No doubt another Instagram notification from the party, Emma Roberts looking endlessly stunning in a dress you couldn’t even imagine affording, let alone wearing.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like the cast and crew’s company, quite the contrary. You just needed some me time. The wrap party was the annual ultimatum you dreaded ever since you joined the AHS realm; lighting guys making inane small talk with makeup girls, hair guys battling in vain to find something in common with the runners. You scrunched your lips together, aware of how much you were missing at the party but consoling yourself in the knowledge that the anxiety wouldn’t have paid off. Singing into a hairbrush and watching dramatisations on serial killers was a much more profitable pastime. That is, if you can find your hairbrush.

Checking the luminous screen, Cody Fern’s caller ID glared back at you.

Shit, I forgot he invited me.

The longer you left the call unanswered, the more you panicked. Tapping to answer would only lead to twenty questions about your avoidance, but you couldn’t exactly turn down a call from Cody Fern. Your finger hovered shakily over the screen, wincing in agony. Unfortunately for you, said shaking finger tapped the button for you, making you curse silently and yank the phone to your ear.

“Hey—hey Cody, what’s up?” You answered feigning cluelessness, scratching your neck nervously.

“I thought I’d find you at home! I’m outside your door,” his familiar Australian tang chirped down the line.

“Easy there, Ghostface. What happened to the party?”

“Look, if it rains on my hair I swear I will barge my way in there and soak your damn couch.” His playful tone betrayed his serious message, giving you a handful of seconds to race to the door in fear of ruining The Hair.

Swinging the door open, you both simultaneously eyed each other up and down. You in your fluffy dressing gown, plush slippers and pyjamas, Cody head to toe in some glamorous clothing brand you were far too poor to identify. You shared a nervous, mouth-covering laugh before you stepped aside and ushered him in.

“What the hell happened to your hair, Mr Fern?” He instinctively shot a hand up to touch his blonde curls, all still perfectly fixed in place like some Flavian work of art. Cody snapped around to see you grinning from ear to ear. “Got you, babe.”

“So tell me,” he boomed as he made his way to your kitchen, grabbing a glass and the already half empty champagne bottle. “What is it about this very attractive drink that’s more important than the wrap party?”

“Ooh I don’t know,” you humoured him, swaggering over to the counter mocking the clanking of his ridiculously expensive boots on your linoleum floor. “Maybe I wanted a night in with a mysterious bubbly foreigner.”

Cody’s eyebrows raised so high, they may as well merge with his hairline.

“Okay,” you huffed, “I’ll bite, just this once. I’m not a wrap party kind of girl.”

“That’s all well and good honey,” he sassed on his way to the couch, kicking off his boots en route. “But why couldn’t you tell daddy you were going to abandon him and leave him asking the rest of the cast where your pretty face was?”

“That’s my problem, baby. I’m too new, nobody would really notice I’m not there anyway.”

Sinking into your couch and making himself at home, Cody cocked his head with a smile.

“Well I noticed!”

You sighed warmly, perching beside him and whipping your robe over your legs.

“What about the party? Don’t you wanna go back? You’ve seen I’m alive in here, that’s all you wanted to know, right?”

“Screw it, there’s always next year,” Cody declared, throwing an arm over your shoulder as you dipped into his chest. “So what’re we watching?”

“Something called The Assassination of Gianni Versace.”

“Oh really?” Cody chuckled heartily. “Never seen it.”

#cody fern fanfiction #cody fern #cody fern imagines #cody fern x reader