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[immobiliter]

@imbricare sent a meme: have we reached the stage where we gossip about each other's love lives? / eleanor for varric 😘

       “ I don't know, Lady Thistle. Have we? ” Varric arched a curious brow across the desk at her, elbows leaning forward on the table. His response was very much a test of Eleanor's reaction: whether this would prove the opening of doors between sometimes work colleagues, sometimes confidantes, sometimes friends, or whether she'd simply slam it shut in his face instead. His business partner was a difficult woman to read at times, but Varric liked to think that he could get away with more than most. He'd soon find out. “ There's a scintillating serial I intend to pitch to my publisher about two rival queens who, to their loyal subjects, appear mortal enemies but, known only to themselves and a few trusted companions, secretly share a bed at night. Any gossip you had to share about Aria T'loak's comings and goings would undoubtedly help get the creative juices flowing. ”

#imbricare #imbricare: eleanor guthrie #* / answered ( varric tethras. ) #* / verse: mass effect ( varric tethras. ) #so i didn't answer the one you sent recently because i found this one deep in my inbox and i remember how Feral these two make me #one of those crossover ships that is TOO perfect dfkgjdf #also eleanor has a varric nickname now B) #and is he jealous of aria ? quite possibly

[trickstercaptain]

@imbricare sent a meme: [ CHOICE ]  receiver has to choose between sparing their own life or the sender’s. (hear me out: jack running into harry during the battle of hogwarts when harry is on the way into the forgotten forest.)

"Step aside, Jack," Harry said, brow knitted, hands gripping the shimmering, translucent cloak he had temporarily removed. "Let me pass. Please."

       It shouldn't have been odd, in the midst of all of this chaos, to see a figure bolt for the treeline that marked the end of Hogwarts' grounds and the start of the Forbidden Forest. But what was odd was seeing that same figure suddenly vanish into thin air as he was walking. Jack knew enough about the rarity of invisibility cloaks, knew that there was only one young wizard he knew who owned one — the most powerful invisibility cloak of all, in fact. There was no-one else from the Order who'd appeared to even notice Harry slip away — meaning that if he didn't do something to intervene, it's likely that nobody would.

       And that was how Jack had ended up unknowingly becoming the one person standing between Harry and Voldemort. When he was only supposed to be sweeping the grounds for survivors and escorting the injured to the Great Hall, taking advantage of the armistice that the Death Eater forces had offered them.

       “ Not until I know where you're going. ” There was something resolute in Harry's eyes that made Jack uneasy about actually having his statement answered, but if there was one thing he could be, it was stubborn. He didn't move. “ I don't have to know you very well to know that this isn't a retreat. ”

#imbricare #imbricare: harry potter #&. and you want to turn pirate yourself. is that it? ( answered. ) #&. verse. i solemnly swear i am up to no good ( wizarding world. ) #i am so rusty in this world but still so so excited for this !!

[thecodekeeper]

6. Name 3 things you love most about your muse!

1.)  Yesterday I posted about how Edward Teach was shot 5 times and stabbed 20 before he finally died, and how I thought that had Teague Energy. Well, that’s one of the reasons I love him. There’s something truly steadfast about Teague. He’s strong. Not in the physical sense, but rather that kind of person who you know can take whatever you throw at him. Pirate societies’ very own atlas. He’s a force not to be reckoned with. Someone who has been knocked down to his knees a thousand times and pulled himself back up. What’s more, this strength is something he uses to prop up an entire rock full of unruly pirate children. 

2.)  I was going to sit here and talk about how he’s morally grey but subverts ant-hero/villain tropes that tend to accompany that but y’know what? No. Let me tell you how much I love his relationship with his brothers. It’s possibly the purest thing about him. See Teague grew up in an abusive household with a twin sister who died when they were eight and two baby brothers. After his sister died he became close with his younger brothers. He looked after them, tried to shield them from their mother the best he could, and the trio became a sort of stabilizing force in each other’s lives. Also, seeing the ways in which they impacted each other. For example, his youngest brother, Adam, became a lawyer because he wanted to help/protect people. I don’t know, man, I just love the brotherly family dynamics.

3.)  This one is about weird because it’s not something I necessarily love about Teague but rather what I’ve been able to do with him... Teague is a fairly minor character in PoTC. Thus, the backstory and character development you see on this blog was all done by my writing partners and me. My original goal in writing Teague was to take a loathsome child abuser and turn him into a character whom people could understand, even if they don’t particularly like him. In developing Teague, and later on his family, I believe this blog became a commentary on generational trauma and the differing effects it can have. Being able to explore that (on Tumblr of all places) without getting dogpiled (again...on Tumblr of all places)  has been neat.

Bonus:  Teague loves animals and has either spared his son Jack from the pain of losing a childhood pet by secretly replacing Tim OR Tim is immortal. Teague has an immortal dog. No, I will not accept criticism.

#⌈ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴅᴀᴅ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ⌋ ― (mun.) #/ bro you don't know how long this took #i kept writing it and then my computer would shut down or something else would happen and I would get distract/close out the tab #thank you for sending this though! #imbricare

[gentlejack]

Muse vs Mun

tagged: by the wonderful @imbricare ( thank you so much <3 )

tagging: @violetyorkshirelady, @wellvcrsedetiquette, @thevamplelio, @spynorth, @vyrulent ( for Aleera or whomever you'd prefer! ), @afraidofchange ( for Ana :3 ), and YOU!

#i dare to say i am like no one in the whole world. ( anne lister ) #( out of shibden. ) #( why is it always soooo impossible to create an Anne that looks like an Anne with these things >:c )

[mercysought]

✨ Self-appreciation time~! List five of your favorite works, be it in the form of pieces of writing, graphics, icons, drawings, code, and so on. Then, if you're feeling up to it, pass this on to five more blogs! ✨

@prvtocol L. beloved thank you for doing this even as my presence here is -1 :') I'm going to break the rules and pick more than five because I can ✨

These will be incredibly self indulgent but they have sparked so much joy so I have to shout about them

Writing

I think any of the drabbles I've done for V. have been really successful.

V. and Takemura after meeting Oda,

V. getting tired of Takemura's attitude,

Sparing Oda,

some Takemura feels™

Any drabble I've done for Elgar'nan and Mythal (dragon age) are also things I'm very proud:

retelling of the codex entry: Vir Dirthara: Duel of a Hundred Years,

meme reply of Elgar'nan and Fen'harel interacting,

another meme reply between Elgar'nan and Fen'harel

The black sails drabbles I've done with Émilie (in the shared plot with @immobiliter / @trickstercaptain and @imbricare)

Billy and Émilie meeting on her first arrival to Nassau,

Billy and Émilie having a moment as shit goes down in late s1

Billy and Émilie having a soft moment in s3 because we don't know what "doing what's good for you" means.

The priestess drabbles but specifically

The priestess post trespasser meeting Fen'harel

himsulem and elgara meeting (as adults)

Edits

Elvhenan to the tune of hadestown

Destiny, fate and death

The gentleman to the tune of woodkid

Maxima and mean girls™

The priestess to the tune of troll by shane koyczan

asharen and solas to the tune of agarrate by nathy peluso

Drawings

The priestess post trespasser

Inquisitor Asharen as King of Cups

Émilie de Clair

Maxima Aurum

these are the ones that come to mind immediately but honestly if I sat long enough I'd probably fill this list even more :') in any case, these things spark joy ❤

#skells speaking ( ooc ) #( my health has just hasn't been great and I can't sit down to write for a very long time but I deeply appreciate this ❤ )

[swordoaths]

Muse vs Mun (vs Muse)

Tagged by: @imbricare <3 You wanted either Éomer or Tauriel and in true me fashion, I gave you Éomer AND Tauriel

Tagging: You!!

#&. out of character #i couldn't give éomer his facial hair so pretend he shaved? #&. queue

[eamesfm]

𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭.    /     eames of inception fame.

ex-special ops. wanted for grand larceny, treason, and homicide in most western countries. former drug addict, gambling problem, slippery character. it's hard to pin someone down when even they're not sure what they look like anymore.

doc (bio/rules/verses). timeline. stats. pinterest. closely affiliated & exclusive with my beloved @imbricare 's arthur

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[polupenthes]

when @imbricare​ replies to a post @westpromised​ has just replied to

#ily. #ooc. #tbd.

[quiredaragoff]

Elvis | República Cinéfila

Elvis | República Cinéfila

El realizador australiano Baz Luhrmann encuentra en la icónica figura de Elvis Presley y en la actuación del joven Austin Butler a un personaje inmejorable para explotar su parafernalia audiovisual. La exuberancia del cine de Luhrmann había encontrado un límite en El gran Gatsby (2013), una película en cierta manera algo fallida en la que el director no lograba imbricar su estilo audiovisual…

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#Austin Butler #Baz Luhrmann #Dacre Montgomery #David Wenham #ELVIS #Helen Thomson #Kate Mulvany #Kelvin Harrison Jr. #Kodi Smit-McPhee #Luke Bracey #Natasha Bassett #Olivia DeJonge #Richard Roxburgh #Tom Hanks #Xavier Samuel

[123tumbrl]

Diario 2

En el bloque de Entrenamiento hemos empezado reflexionando en la personalización en el aula. Las diez claves de la personalización han supuesto un punto de partida claro y conciso que me ha dado luz sobre este tema. Las herramientas que estimo más aplicables son la posibilidad de elección de tareas por parte del alumno (lo que implica mayor trabajo del profesor para preparar actividades) y la flexibilidad en el ritmo de aprendizaje. En mi caso, por ejemplo, en este Paisaje, he agradecido poder elegir entre hacer un rap y una infografía. 

Abordando el tema de las diferentes inteligencias que investigó Gardner, me ha parecido muy atractiva la propuesta de hacer un test que me predispusiera a entender, desde dentro, lo que son y significan esas cualidades en las personas. Es verdad que en el aula compruebo día a día cómo los alumnos responden de manera diferente ante distintos tipos de tarea, según requieran de un tipo de inteligencia/pensamiento u otro. Quizá el empeño denodado en contrarrestar esas diferencias en vez de potenciar las inteligencias más favorables al alumno, sea algo que puedo cambiar en mi labor.  Lo que no había pensado nunca (y ha sido una de las preguntas planteadas en el curso) es que las características propias del profesor en este sentido, pueden afectar al modo de enseñanza. Todavía no tengo claro en qué sentido, pero es un tema que anda rondando por mi cabeza. 

He tenido, también, la oportunidad de profundizar en la taxonomía de Bloom. Aquí dejo la infografía que he diseñado de este tema:

https://view.genial.ly/627117e8615bf900116a01d6/interactive-content-planta

Me ha parecido importante la gradación de menor a mayor complejidad de las acciones y lo he representado con el crecimiento de un árbol cada vez con más ramas. Como ilustración de los diferentes dominios o habilidades y su jerarquía me he servido de una canción repetida hasta el infinito en nuestra cultura: “cumpleaños feliz”. El hecho aparentemente simple de tener que asociar la canción con determinadas habilidades (desde recordarla a componer una parecida) es un trabajo obliga a pensar de forma metódica y enriquece, sin duda, la labor de aprendizaje. 

Una vez que habíamos trabajado con las inteligencias de Gardner y la taxonomía de Bloom, estábamos en disposición de formular el gran hallazgo de imbricar ambas herramientas en una matriz. Esta experiencia ha sido reveladora y, como en la anterior actividad, me ha proporcionado (y me proporcionará en adelante) un estilo de trabajo más metódico y reflexivo que espero beneficie a los alumnos.

#paisajes de aprendizaje

[immobiliter]

@imbricare sent a meme: ❛ a golden cage is still just a cage ❜ harry for jackson OOOOFFFFF

       Harry's words surprised him, coming at the tail end of Quidditch practice as the team made their way inside from the pitch, broomsticks and quaffles and equipment in hand. Jackson still remembered when the Gryffindor team had gained Harry as its Seeker, and the bragging rights it had afforded their older members whenever match day was upon them. Having The Boy Who Lived on their team was something to boast of, a symbol instead of a boy — muggle-brought up and only just made aware of how famous he was in wizarding circles. It seemed crass to think about now, particularly for Jackson who knew such a struggle well, though not to the same extreme.

       “ It's just the pressure, man. ” Jackson led the way back towards the castle, headed for the Gryffindor common room to change out of their Quidditch robes. “ You must find it too, right? Everyone has this idea of you in their head and you feel like you have to live up to it every second of every day and it's suffocating. ” It felt good to talk about it, though Jackson quickly realised that, during their long walk from the castle grounds, he'd done most of the talking. “ Sorry, you must have it way worse than me. I can't even imagine. ”

#imbricare #imbricare: harry potter #* / answered ( jackson marchetti. ) #just two boys being paragons of non-toxic masculinity 🥺

[trickstercaptain]

@imbricare​ sent a meme:  ❝ you’re a big softie ! ❞ / NAOMI ME VERSEEEEE

       “ Absolutely am not. ” He wagged a finger at her. “ And if that scandalous mischaracterisation starts making the rounds back at the Citadel, I’ll know who to blame. ”

#imbricare #imbricare: naomi nagata #&. and you want to turn pirate yourself. is that it? ( answered. ) #&. verse. non est ad astra mollis e terris via ( mass effect. ) #i loVE THEM

[gentlejack]

You have Anne’s voice down so well I can literally hear her say your dialogue out loud. But aside from that, what I love most about how you write her is your enthusiasm for detail: from picking up on her sociocultural context to dropping facts from her diary. And to top it all off, you manage to capture in your writing the same charming, witty humor the show gives us. I only have heart eyes for your Anne Lister.

⚢ All right, nothing makes me look more like an arse as hogging sweet, kind, thoughtful asks without replying to them, but I need you to (very belatedly) know that this is one of the most wonderful compliments I have ever received regarding my Anne. What the hell?! You are unbelievably adorable! It's very challenging to me, writing a character who is a) not an idiot, unlike my humble self, and b) from a very complex and well-crafted source material. Knowing that you think I can pull it off makes me beyond happy 🥺 thank you so, so much! Likewise, I think that you are a phenomenal writer. Your love for language shows in each of your threads, and I frequently read your replies when they pop up on my dashboard. You manage to create a unique perspective for each of your muses and to give them an inner & outer voice that is so distinct it blows me away. I can appreciate the individual traits and characters of each of your muses, even when I'm not at all familiar with them --- and I think that alone demonstrates your outstanding talent! 💓💓💓

#imbricare #( thank you ;A; <3 <3 this is so ... aaaaaaa!!!! #clutches this message against my chest <3 ) #to cheer and edify the future. ( saved )

[mercysought]

@imbricare​ . ‘do you think he loved you? do you think he ever loved you?’ / eleanor for maxima (oh god these two talking about their fathers) . the burning god . accepting

   “I believe that he believed he loved me” Maxima’s nails tap on the side the the cup of wine, placing it against the table and leaving it for the moment. Green eyes move from admiring the warm rim light on the edge of it and on the soft ripples in the dark red to look up to Eleanor “in the only way that men like him can and know.“

To call him a monster was perhaps too much of a hyperbolic statement; and yet Maxima often found herself thinking of him in such a manner. Those memories were not easy or something that she liked to think about. She had been five the last time that she had lived under the same roof as her father and while her memories were foggy and grew foggier with age (which was was thankful for) she remember being truly happy as a child. The happiest she had ever been, and that, that was what made it so fucking hard. 

She had never gone into too many details about Faustus with Eleanor whose real name she also had not given. There was no point, not only because doing so could lead to less than pleasant scenarios if fortune was to take a turn (and it so often did in Nassau) but because there was no point. There was a particular taste to cruelty to men like them whose sharpened love cuts deeply into those who remain too close. It was a cruelty that Maxima knew that Eleanor knew but she herself had met Mr. Guthrie.

Maxima holds the other’s gaze, turning her head and sighing heavily. Looking down to her cup again. In her younger years she had accepted that any kind of love were simply pulled from tales, used only to make sure that she would be able to navigate Court. Be it with telling such stories or mimicking them, Maxima had learnt their words and knew their taste as if they had been woven into her tongue. With age, however, she found that such a thought was bleak. Her opinions on it aside given the shape that it had shown to have while wearing its name, didn’t mean that it was truly that. 

After all, to lie and change people’s names and stories was part of her nature, so why not this too? If she could uproot her life in three different places, shed her name more easily than the beautiful dresses that she wore, why should not be a concept like love be able to do the same?

But that didn’t mean that she forgave him. Or forgave the woman that birthed her. Nor their actions and the hurt they had done to her. That she could not, would not. 

   “I don’t think he ever loved me, no, Eleanor.” she answers finally, plainly. Her hand falling on the arm rest, hand concealed now by the shadows that Eleanor’s desk cast on Maxima’s figure. She would put into question if he had even the capability, but as one herself who had never been in love she refused to be put in the same category as him. Having capacity or not she knew that she had not deserved. No child deserves to go through that, love or no love. And if she as an adult could tell that, then Faustus had no excuse. Sahren had no excuse. 

She knew that her story was a common tale, she had heard it time and time again. From the girls in the brothel, from the ladies in-land from distant servants and slaves. And yet, it didn’t make her feel any less angry “At times I find myself thinking back, and I cannot stop myself from feeling repulsed by the idea that a guardian’s love could take a form that would resemble a weapon aimed at a child.“

#imbricare #maxima aurum ( muses ) #raven received ( meme replies ) #( I can't believe you've done this )

[swordoaths]

Also why are there no amy manson pics on my dashboards yet

:/ :/ :/

"Ye hae ne'er seen a bonnie immortal yet?

#imbricare #OKAY FAIR VANESSA #we need more of this content on the dash #&. eilodh visage

[eamesfm]

@imbricare​

Eames woke himself up by turning over onto his bad shoulder, an experience he wouldn’t recommend to anyone.

The searing agony was good. He wasn’t dead, for one thing, and he was conscious enough to experience the pain, plus it meant that Brownlow had actually listened to Eames’s garbled, slurring, half-incomprehensible pleadings not to overdose him with too many painkillers (had Arthur heard this? Even as he groaned and struggled into a seated position he was starting to calculate). His mind was foggy with sleep and pain and the last vestiges of a fever, but nothing else. It was good, but it was also bad, and waves of nausea crashed over him; he made it to a perched position on the side of the bed and had to sit, swallowing and breathing heavily, for several minutes before he was certain he wouldn’t spew.

All of this had been conducted through instinct rather than any conscious thought; his brain was scrambling to catch up to his body, running on fumes, saying get up, move, go. Pouring sweat, he held himself still, reminded himself fiercely that - as far as his fuzzy memory could recall - this was Arthur’s place. It was - a quick glance around confirmed - Arthur’s room. It had been here, in Arthur’s inner sanctum, that Brownlow had opened up his shoulder and rebroken his fingers, and Eames faintly remembered, with dawning horror, that it may, in fact, have been Arthur who forced water down his throat and took his temperature every few hours and made him take the antibiotics. Eames grimaced. That was worse than his throbbing shoulder and hand and - Jeez - ribs.

Still, there was no time to waste on self-pity. If he was awake and together, that meant he had likely outstayed his welcome. He ran his hand down his face - at least half a week’s worth of beard, and then some - and, with some effort, stood, then waited for the spots to die down and the room to stop spinning. To the bathroom, then, blind to many of the defining features of the room, a piss, and then a good hard look at himself in the mirror.

Well. He didn’t look his best.

Even after doing his teeth and splashing water one-handed over his face, he looked like he had been run over by a truck. The muscle he had put on for his last job - real life, topside forgery meant he couldn’t change his appearance in the blink of an eye, but in his experience weight did that very effectively for him when worn in the right way - was more defined than bulk now and his face was thinner under the growth of beard. He scratched it contemplatively. He wasn’t necessarily a vain man, not in the way that counted, and there were benefits to a changed appearance. Maybe he would make it to Mombasa alive after all.

He managed his jeans and gave up at the thought of getting the old plaid shirt over his shoulder, which was painful enough to turn him pale whenever he mistakenly twisted in the wrong way; there was, as always, that creeping temptation, the obvious answer that lingered in the back of his mind, sending out seeking tendrils in search of weakness, and Eames wasn’t stupid enough to imagine that he would always be able to resist, but for now he swallowed a handful of aspirin from the nightstand - certainly more than the recommended - and padded, barefoot, in the direction of what he hoped would be a kitchen. A cup of tea, another glass of water, and just one last glimpse of Arthur, Arthur here, with his books and his warm wood panelling and his Spiderman decor, that was all he asked for before he made himself scarce.

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