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Hi! I'm thoroughly enamoured with your little fantasy world (as I'm sure you already know!), and I was hoping to learn a little bit more about Cambremon lore. I noticed that a lot of your characters (e.g. Ren, Lef & Inna, etc.) have these bright, captivating green eyes. Is there a deeper meaning behind it, e.g. is it a trait only possessed by mages? Members of the extended Cambremon family? Thank you in advance! 😊
Hi @esotheria-sims! Thank you so much for your kindness, I'm a little star-struck, because I'm such a huge fan of your BACC!
Yes, my plan was that magic has a genetic component, and for an easy way to see if a Sim had the potential to develop magic, I thought it could be handy to have some special eye colors (plus a good excuse to use gorgeous cc hehe). For eyes in general, I use @furbyq-sims's edit of mouseyblue's lucky mix eyes. And for mages in particular, I use the 'dragon egg' recolors (furbyq's preview pic):
Ezber had the bright green eyes, which most Cambremon spawns seem to have inherited:
Ezber's first wife, Nasbrin, (who hasn't really appeared, because I wasn't really taking pictures when I started Cambremon, oops) had nice purple eyes- Edvin had them too, and so does his daughter:
Andra also has 'dragon egg' eyes but they're a deep bordeaux tint, so not very noticeable- I think her son Carcic has those as well. My reason behind Andra having this eye color was that Andra, who looks nothing like Ezber, was actually the result of one of Nasbrin's affairs. Ezber suspected this from early on, and had zero qualms sending her off to the bloodthirsty Dantuzine:
Then you have the Dantuzine, who had cyan eyes- so does Iniga, Ezber's second wife. The reasoning was that Iniga was a distant cousin of the Dantuzine, and was actually chosen by Ezber because she had a potential for magic, even though she never became a Witch. Ferenia also has them, because she's actually Dantuzine senior's bastard, conceived during one of his 'diplomatic trips' to Cambremon:
And lastly, there are the 'orange' eyes- we haven't seen the Aramia clan much (once again, I don't have many pictures of my earlier days of playing Cambremon), but Ansyl Aramia, Edvin's missing ex-wife, has them. So do Kadja and her mother Eviya. To be honest, I just thought orange eyes looked nice on them, but let's assume they have some sort of distant ancestry with the Aramia hehe:
Thanks a lot for the question, it was a great opportunity to get into some of the characters' past!
#ts2#cambremon#lore#ezber#ren#dormund#inna#lef#nasbrin#edvin#neleda#andra#carcic#dantuzine#ferenia#iniga#ansyl#kadja#eviya
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Instead of a god he's a nephilim ( I probably spelled that wrong)
As for why he's developed an alter ego to deal with their emotions well, wouldn't you like to know? Jk.
As a child He was constantly yelled at constantly for the smallest things that soon progressed to full on physical abuse and when he cried about it he was asked "want me to give you a reason to cry!?" So he just built up his emotions and it built up to his alter ego.
He was also pushed to meet near impossible expectations so he feels like a failure if he gets anything below 100%. So in short, abuse and loads of trauma. But I'm gonna age him up to avoid a 'trauma crunch' aka crunching all his trauma into one small period. Probably gonna make him 15-16.
Bows for barb
Ohhh no I think you got it right, nephilim is correct as far as I know!
Well I did want to know which is why I asked lol. BUT I'm just perpetually curious about fictional characters, that's kinda my thing. So I ask questions, but you never have to answer them if you don't want to! I won't be offended lol.
Ah, okay, bad childhood trauma. I wasn't sure if it was that or some kind of magic-related situation, you know? But that certainly makes sense.
Poor guy! It sounds like he's been through a lot. If he's a nephilim, he must be part angel, right? Is he half and half or is it more like some amount of distant ancestry? And if he's half and half, does that mean he has an angelic parent out there somewhere? Or was that the parent he grew up with? Does he still have his angel bf??
Oops there I go asking a million questions again lol. Again, you don't have to answer any of them, those are just the questions that pop up in my mind!
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Hello, your PCs were awesome, please can we hear about your NPCs too?
👀 Sure :) tbh I made them for the sake of the Crack Fantasy AU but since I made the Crack Fantasy AU for the sake of building my D&D world then they count as my NPCs :) :) (Technically Wharf counts as an NPC since he's a non-combatant but eh)
So here's a list of the ones that actually have some substance and/or are important to the PCs:
Yolanda and Thaddeus: They're a packaged pair so they're featured simultaneously lol. Yolanda is a half-orc and Thaddeus is a halfling who travel together. After a failed stint at being adventurers, the two decided to take on odd jobs whenever they can. This includes being train porters and food vendors. The reason why they keep going from job to job is because they keep getting fired due to shenanigans caused by the main characters. Thad is also a bard who carries a lute, but he's kinda terrible. Yolanda usually agrees, but she encourages him to keep practicing. (tbh she's the more calm and collected of the duo, but considering she's friends with Thaddeus means that she's willing to go with anything)
Kady Kellington: An 8-year old half-elf (idk yet) who is, essentially, a Sorcerer of draconic ancestry. Lives with her grandfather after the disappearance (death?) of her parents
Gregory Kellington: The grandfather of Kady. Also actually a dragon who shapeshifts into a human who evokes the appearance of a kind old man. And when I mean that Kady lives with him, I mean they both live in a cave that's livable for both dragons and humanoids. People usually leave them alone due to the fact that he's a dragon, but sometimes he goes down to the nearby villages in his human form.
Markus: Vella's (deceased) younger brother. tbh Markus was the name I was calling him in my mind, but then I ended up giving that name to one of my Shepards, so oops! Markus is the reason why Vella is self-exiled: he died under her watch and she believes that she's responsible for it. Markus had a long, turquoise scarf that he loved, which Vella took with her and is now wearing as a memento. (This is why you don't ask about the scarf.) Markus was essentially the Dragonborn equivalent of a 10-year old, which is basically the same equivalent age that Wharf is, if not younger. You can probably see what I'm going with here :) :)
Vella's clan doesn't have a name yet (I looked up clan names and oh my god what even are these names), but they're known for their strong warriors and code of conduct. Vella never felt like she could live up to the expectations of her clan, but the death of Markus is what drove her to leave.
The Thatchers: A (tentative) name for a clan of Otterfolk. A hostile clan toward the Redwoods due to the fact that they agreed to an alliance with the Willows and not the Thatchers. They end up ambushing the wedding between Woodrow and Spruce and then deign to force a "diplomatic negotiation" upon the Redwoods. (Spoilers: The Willows were not invited to the negotiations, but they come up with a plan to strike back against the Thatchers while the negotiations happen.)
The girl that Wharf knew before Vella found him on the docks. She's the reason why Wharf knows so many sounds for bells and whistles. Wharf also mimics her laugh often whenever he's happy. She also gave him his hat. She was most likely part of a noble family and visited him everyday on the docks. But one day, she stopped visiting. Wharf didn't know what happened to her, but he waited for her everyday at the same place they would meet to play up until he met Vella.
Does my doofy little dog count as an NPC. My eldritch horrors currently trapped in a completely empty universe and are starving because they consumed everything within that universe and then try to commune with people in other universes to create wormholes for them to come through and then consume everything in their universe. Well I say so because I technically put them in the Crack Fantasy AU so yeah. Consuming magic and magical items, as well as being hit with magic, makes them stronger. The reason why I call them my doofy little dog is because I don't have an official name for them, and "Doofy little dog" was what I put on the file name for my first drawing of them
Anyway that's a list of the NPCs I made for my D&D world. I technically have more NPCs due to AT4WQuest but that's a different story entirely so I didn't want to go over them here fjdkaslfjkldsdsf
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Since Hilbert thinks his twin was a stillborn, does that ever affect him growing up? Like it's a touchy subject and what ifs
Even after Sawyer, they don't have a way to definitely prove that they're related, but imagine it's one of those "$25 blood test kits! See your ancestry!" they did as a joke to fill in a sleepover and BAM
Pokemon center has a Hilbert in the corner, going through all stages of grief at once, Cheren's trying to ignore the situation by talking awkwardly to his pokemon, Bianca was asleep, so she wakes up and why is Hilbert crying?
hvjrkhjbkb SO LIKE, there's an added layer to all of this on Touya/Hilbert's end, because despite everything, he always FELT like someone should be there. and it's a bit of a touchy subject because he never found out through his parents, but through a third party source that was being too damn intrusive for their own good.
Which is never a good thing, when you bring up the fact that he is SUPPOSED to be a twin, but what the actual FUCK. Now he KNOWS about it and has to deal with the, "who should be here with me?"
And it BOTHERS him. Especially whenever he comes across other twins. And he's like, on playdates with Cheren and Bianca, but he's still just "what if they were here?" and it just REFUSES to leave his mind. And sometimes, he just thinks, "Why me?"
This is brought to you by what I ended up doing to the BW player characters regarding their family ties, with Alder being their Dad (which will forever stay a constant because lmaooo).
Often, for his safety, the identity of his dad is kept a secret (if you know, you know), but that doesn't stop some people from calling him a bastard child, even THOUGH HIS DAD IS FINE, THANK YOU VERY MUCH. He's just kinda aimless, given the fact that one of the two children he had was a stillborn, and then one of his Pokemon died to an illness?????
LIKE CAN YOU IMAGINE WHAT THAT DOES TO A PERSON??? So he just often wanders aimlessly, usually visiting during holidays, birthdays, or whenever he's in the area (surprisingly, a lot more often than you'd think, since his feet usually take him home when he's not at the League). He's a good dad otherwise....
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Oh right - Benga. So here's the thing.... Let me go on a weird, long-ass tangent that is AAAALL related to this. I swear, it's relevant, it's just gonna be massive, so I'mma put a read more
fun fact: I had the "Alder is the Player Character's Dad" thing in my fanfic done BEFORE BW2 was released (meaning there was a gap of time after BW released both in Japan, and later, outside of Japan), and if you know how things were before X and Y, this means we HAD to wait after BW2 released in Japan before we got translations, so patches existed for roms (that is how I VERY much played Black and White first, by the way, it was the first Pokemon game I followed since its release in Japan) to hold us through until the official English localization released.
Originally, I had this elaborate situation because I legitimately thought Benga was Alder's son (before I later found out that, nope, grandson - again, translation to localization situation, it wasn't as convenient as it is now), where Benga was just from a previous fling that his Mama kept from Alder, until oops, "hey, I know I was kinda a dick before for ghosting you all of these years, but I'm dying...can you take him in?"
Now, I'm just looking at that, going, "you know what, Mama can fucking get it, being a Trainer who went on her own journey." She knows what she wants, and if landing the Unovan Champion as a husband is a feasible goal for her, then of course she'd go after it.
I like to think Mama was built different and had her own elaborate journey, where she spent at least ten years on her journey, just traveling around, dealing with whatever news she heard coming from overseas regions about criminal organizations, just absentmindedly collecting badges like "I should do that while I'm here" and then forgetting about everything else, like she's in an open world environment (like it's Scarlet and Violet, where I just went around, getting distracted by everything or in the case of my friends, going around catching everything on sight and also getting into areas they LIKELY shouldn't be in).
Truly an example of "We shouldn't have let ten year olds go on their own in this dangerous region" because by the time Touya/Hilbert is able to go on his journey, he's 14 - because that's the actual age limit (if you wish to go alone on a journey), added in to lower the trainer mortality rate (and region-wide concerns). Because LISTEN, there be Hydreigon in the wild and other mons that are capable of being hostile.
Anyways Mama was like 20 before she even caught wind of the Champion. Dude's only had the title for maybe a few years now - hard to say, since she was lowkey off the grid, because she was too busy catching Pokemon to help out her father and older sister with the Pokedex. Just field research to add more consistent variables to their data.
Like again, she was super casual on the Gym Badge side of being a Trainer - she just did her own thing before realizing, "I should try the League." and got the rest of her badges at the side. I mean it helps that she FINALLY ran into Alder. The stars fucking aligned, because Mama went "AWOOGA" and just her luck, Alder was single.
Anyways it took her like six years to get that ring on her finger, because Alder really was, "dude, there are better men out there - WHY ME" But nah, Mama picked him and wouldn't stop challenging him. She never really beat him in an official League battle, but she still did kick his ass every so often. Which, in the Pokemon World, is like a good way to appear attractive to others. :V
Where Benga comes into play, it's called Alder was a reckless older teenager that got into flings, like all teenagers tend to do. And being Pokemon Trainers adds another layer of recklessness. So you got two seventeen year olds just doing stuff like having one night flings that don't go anywhere...
Except oops, there's a baby, but whatever, orphanage time. Buh bye - there's no child support to collect from some rando one night stand, so PEACE. And then she left for an overseas region, never to be heard from again.
Seventeen years later, history repeats itself - only this time, the Baby Mama doesn't exactly make it through the birth like her bio mama, so now Alder is just being called up to collect his grandson - because SURPRISE, you're not only a father, but also, a GRANDFATHER. And by this point, the Champion Title makes it difficult to just keep this kid in an orphanage, so uhhh...take him. "You're like the closest living relative we can track down"
Anyways you know how Alder said there are better men? Yeah, he's like 34, with a grandchild to raise. And thankfully, he's pretty good at what he does - but STILL...A GRANDFATHER - why the hell does this lady want to go after him, when he has a grandson???
Anyways two years later, after one wedding and pair of rings, Benga is excited at the concept of being an older brother of sorts (really, he is an older nephew - AGAIN, it's complicated). And while things go south for one of the twins, he still does have Touya/Hilbert and they're raised together, even if Benga is a bit more feral due to Alder's influence.
All this mess, just to say that there's a lot going on with Touya/Hilbert - him thinking he was the surviving twin is just the proverbial cherry on top, given how much of a soap opera his life has become.
Really, him finding out about Sawyer is gonna blow his mind, but also make him all the more protective, after all the bullshit he's gone through. Genuinely just sobbing his eyes out, having a near melt down, maybe also even punching out Team Plasma too (physically with his fists) because WHAT DID THEY DO TO HIS SISTER. JUST LOOK AT HER.
She absolutely MELTED when she received a hug. The way she got emotional over a BIRTHDAY surprise. THE TRAUMA.
What's more, in that likely scenario, he can't just SAY that to her, like...without preparation. And while it was mostly a joke, because "lmao, we look alike, let's see if we're related in some way" before the truth is revealed.
And now Touya/Hilbert has this massive truth bomb to ease Sawyer into. LIKE
Being Touya/Hilbert is suffering.
#ask#pokemon#pokemon black and white#touya#hilbert#sawyer (oc)#alder#with friends like these (fanfic)#TEN YEARS Y'ALL#TEN FUCKING YEARS#things might have changed#but it seems that I still have a sort of soft spot to whatever mess of complications i decided to slap onto the BW player characters#feel free to ask me about sawyer#this is a mess lmaooo#BUT IT'S MY MESS
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Can we hear more about the story of you and your 23 siblings and how you all found each other??
lol so eventually i do plan on making a whole youtube video on this story, and since i don't want people in real life to ever know about this tumblr, i don't wanna go into too much detail in case someone's ever able to like, cross-compare an eventual video i make about this with this post xD but the tl;dr is this:
sperm banks were 100% anonymous, in the old days. There was no way to find your donor, or your half-siblings, or anybody - or so people thought. But then 23AndMe and Ancestry came along and changed all that.
I met a few sisters, at first. And it was weird - we had the same interests! We were all musicians, all high-energy, and so, so obviously related. It was exciting, but there were only a few of us.
Then I got a message from a guy on Facebook, saying basically "ahahaha 23AndMe says we're half-siblings, do you think some error happened somewhere?" and I was like, "I mean, maybe not - I'm a sperm bank baby, so I've found a few half-siblings so far. It wouldn't be too weird for me. Are you a sperm bank baby?"
And he was like, "...not that I know of."
Well, oops.
But he'd seen my profile picture by then. There was no doubt, putting the two of us side by side, who we were. He is 100% what I would look like if I were an all-American football dude. If my profile picture hadn't been up, he told me later, he might not have believed it, but my face sealed the deal.
And lo and behold: he was a loud-AF musician, too. Just like the rest of us.
The story of him talking it out with his own parents is not mine to tell, but suffice it to say he suddenly had a major fire under his ass to find out everything he possibly could about our sperm-bank family. Within a few months, our little group chat ballooned to 20-something, mostly through his hard work of connecting us all. There was a point in time when we would acquire more than a sibling a day! it was truly a strange time.
And yes indeed: we're almost all artistic, and moreover, almost all musicians. The apples really didn't fall too far from the tree, it turns out.
Again, there's so much more I could get into here that I really don't wanna for fear of the rest of the world finding out who I am, because lol my story is pretty unique, and I don't think it'd be too hard to figure out my identity based on it if I went too deep xD and y'all know how terrified we all are on here about being Found Out but suffice it to say that we all adore each other, and I genuinely feel like getting these extra siblings has only brought extra goodness and wonder into my life. I'm lucky - because I've always known I was donor-conceived, I found that this aspect of my life wasn't at all a source of trauma or rejection, but rather just a source of light, love, and joy.
Also, in case someone does still cross-check this post in future: I wrote 26 sibs in the original post - the number 23 is associated with 23AndMe, which I also wrote about, so I'm so sorry, I know it was confusing - but after a re-count we think there may be 29 of us so far xD Looking for than even 30 any day now!
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Well, this is one of those “oops, I didn’t mean to disappear from Tumblr for days at the time, but I guess I did” moments. Happens occasionally. Nothing’s wrong, just busy with IRL stuff.
Among other things, I’m writing a local history article for the library where I work, which is always a blast. However, this time I’m getting suuuuuuuper frustrated because I cannot for the life of me find out what this one woman’s name was. Every single mention of her calls her “Mrs. John Smith” or “Mrs. Smith” (name changed for privacy). I get it, this was a common practice in 1930, but damn it, this woman had a name and a life beyond her husband (not to mention she was only 19 so she spent more of her life as Emma, or Martha, or whatever her name actually was, and her maiden name, than as “Mrs. Some Dude.”)
You would think with knowing her birth year (plus or minus one), her husband’s name, what county they lived in, and the exact date and location she died (in a tornado!), I would be able to find out this simple bit of information, but NO. I have spent hours over the last couple weeks scouring every history and genealogy site I can find (thank goodness my library gives access to Ancestry and newspaper archives for my state), but I cannot find her.
I think I found her husband, but his name is pretty common and has a few different spellings, so I can’t even be sure of that. If it is the right guy, he remarried after 14 years, so any marriage records I can find attached to him are about wife #2 (and HER first name IS given...so unfair!)
I’m determined to find this poor woman’s first name, partly because I’ve sunk so much time and frustration into it that I have to see it through on pure principle, but also because I hate the patriarchal B.S. of calling women “Mrs. Husband’s Name.” I have full names for everyone else in the article, so it feels extra icky to have one exception. The article is due on Thursday, and if I can’t find her name by then I’m going to include a note about how hard I looked.
Anyway, that’s the main reason I haven’t been around much. Carry on Tumblring, everyone. I’ll rejoin you eventually. ;)
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6/17/22: r/SketchDaily theme, "Free Draw Friday." This week's character from my anthro WWII series is Feldwebel (Sergeant First Class) Udo Eisen. He's General Schavich's/Schavitz's chauffeur and "fixer," cleaning up all evidence of the horrible things his boss does. He really doesn't like doing it, he just offered to to save his own skin after witnessing such an incident and did so well it became his job.
I decided on a whim to give him green eyes rather than the blue I usually use for the antagonists in this story. That's supposed to be a chauffeur's cap he's wearing (Schavich/Schavitz makes him wear a black chauffeur's uniform), though it was hard to get the look of it right. He had worried-looking eyebrows but they got hidden by the cap's bill.
TUMBLR EDIT: Sgt. Eisen is a more secondary character, plus is pretty new, so doesn't have a lot of history yet. He takes part in an adult scene I've been writing which describes General Schavich's/Schavitz's (I'm gonna call him Schavitz the rest of this entry to try to commit to it more) awful...um...leisure activities. It turns out Schavitz likes to trawl secondary schools for pretty young blond girls. Eisen becomes his chauffeur, so has to participate in this unsavory activity by driving him to his preferred hunting grounds and inviting the teen of his choice to join him for a nice ride through the country to visit his castle. Yep, Schavitz lives in a castle, which both Eisen and I are pretty sure he stole from an old Jewish family after their deaths. (Schavitz is also very well off financially, another thing Eisen credits to "dead Jews.") Teenage girls are easily impressed by such things, plus Schavitz has some sort of "agreement" with the local schools that he'll provide them generous donations as long as they look the other way, so this state of affairs carries on for quite a while with no serious repercussions. Even most of the girls and their families themselves don't complain, as Schavitz is generous with his money and favors toward them as well.
That is, until he accidentally kills one of them during the act. Oops.
Eisen just happens to overhear what happens and hurries to investigate, sees the dead girl, and Schavitz sees him seeing her. Double oops.
Eisen thinks fast when the general heads toward him menacingly, and offers to "clean up" the scene and take care of everything so no one comes along with questions. Although skeptical, Schavitz gives him a chance. And Eisen follows through. Bites down his revulsion, cleans up the bedroom, disposes of the girl's belongings, contacts a shady associate of his to "disappear" the body and make it look like an accident in case she's found, and offers both a fictional story about her running off with a boyfriend, plus a nice cash incentive, to the family. The ruse works--nobody comes questioning what happened to the poor girl. Schavitz is so impressed, he hands Eisen control of his ill-begotten finances and assigns him the extra duty of working as his "fixer," taking care of any further problems that may arise as a consequence of his favorite pastime.
Well s**t. Eisen despises this, but orders are orders, and it's the only way to keep his own neck safe. Although he realizes he's just getting himself deeper and deeper involved with Schavitz's crimes, he can't think of any real way out, and Schavitz grows to rely on him as well.
All this means Eisen gets twisted up in lots of Schavitz's other issues. He knows Schavitz's secrets, where the figurative and the literal bodies are buried. For example, since he's the one Schavitz orders to get his application for joining the Schutzstaffel in order, he also knows the reason why the SS decides to reject him--Schavitz has some Jewish ancestry which even he didn't know about (and which he refuses to believe is true). He knows exactly how Schavitz treats the rest of his staff, including the pretty young maids who keep the castle clean. Even though he's trustworthy with Schavitz's finances, he knows all about all his confiscated goods. In short, even though his life is in Schavitz's hands, as time goes on the power balance slowly shifts, and Eisen ends up holding Schavitz's life in his hands.
It's a good thing for Schavitz that Eisen doesn't want to rock the boat or endanger his own prospects, just yet. He knows how easily he could ruin Schavitz's life, but unlike the rather impulsive general, he knows he would ruin his own life in the process, too. And also unlike Schavitz, he's patient enough to play the long game. He keeps his mouth shut, his head down, and does as he's told, no muss, no fuss. Although dark rumors constantly swirl around the general--most of them passed along by fellow members of the Wehrmacht, who are in a better position than most to know such things (Private Godfrey Klemper, who also has lots of connections as well as a grudge against the SS, confides some of these rumors in Lt. Ratdog when they stop by Schavitz's castle, the lieutenant also now in Schavitz's employ)--there's never quite enough proof to back any of them up, and everyone just has to live with the fact that occasionally, young pretty schoolgirls have a tendency to go missing while in Schavitz's company. Schavitz is important...they're not.
Eisen plays a direct role in an incident with long-term, drastic consequences while driving Schavitz through the woods one day on his motorcycle and sidecar. Schavitz insists he speed up to reach their destination more quickly, and knowing him, he probably threatens Eisen into complying, possibly at gunpoint. The forest road is rough and windy and the sergeant has to struggle to maintain control of the sputtery vehicle. Just as they round a turn, he spots a small child in the road and attempts to slow down and turn aside, but Schavitz, possibly not seeing the kid (or maybe just not caring), grabs at the handlebars and forces him to keep going. The sidecar strikes the kid and the two barrel down the road a bit before Eisen finally regains control and brings the motorcycle to a halt. Even though Schavitz rages and threatens him, he insists on jogging back to check on the kid. Before he can round the turn again he hears anguished wailing; when he gets there he finds a man cradling the dead boy in his arms and sobbing. This is the child's single father, Adel (last name never given), whose home is nearby in the woods; the forest road is almost completely unused, and this is his first time raising a kid (by himself, no less), so he took it for granted the child would be safe. Eisen, as always, thinks fast. He breathlessly tells the crying father that he saw a motorcycle and sidecar, driven by a pair of Trench Rats (the Allies in the story), speed by and strike the kid; he and his own boss tried following but failed to overtake them. He promises they'll head off and keep looking, and returns to the seething Schavitz. The only reason the general doesn't snap his head off right there is because Eisen says he needed a credible story to explain away his involvement in a little child's death--this isn't one of his schoolgirls, this child's body was left behind for his parent to find, so a different sort of story is needed. Schavitz steams but realizes he's right, and Eisen tries to forget the incident.
Well, that's easier said than done. Eisen's story, rather than mollify the grieving Adel, just stokes his rage, and he picks up a new hobby: Sniping Trench Rats. And it turns out he's pretty good at it. So good that Schavitz himself gets word of it, and is intrigued; he recently lost his eye to the Trench Rat sergeant, Black Rat, and is itching for some revenge of his own. If he can locate and convince this nameless sniper to work for him, killing off Trench Rats, it'd be a huge bonus. He sends out some feelers to find out more about this person and soon discovers his name is Adel and he's apparently just some guy who lives in the middle of the woods--not even a soldier--yet for some reason he seems to like killing Trench Rats. Schavitz is so self-centered he doesn't even put two and two together until Eisen reminds him who this is and why he's doing what he's doing. Schavitz doesn't care that he himself, NOT the Trench Rats, is the cause of Adel's actions--he wants him to come work for him, immediately. He has some officers pay Adel a visit and request him to come see him at his castle; he can make his drive for revenge worthwhile. Adel arrives at the castle late one rainy night and is reluctantly let in by Eisen. He goes to speak with Schavitz, who briefly outlines how he could use his services and that he will even grant him an honorary Wehrmacht rank of Oberleutnant (first lieutenant), along with perks such as a city apartment and a salary, if he works for him, just doing what he's already doing. Adel isn't impressed by the military title or the money but he agrees; when the general suggests that he take a relevant nickname and asks what he'd like it to be, Adel offers the name "Ratdog"--because he's hunting Rats. On his way out, Eisen quietly says to him, "You don't remember me, do you?" and Ratdog says no, he doesn't; Eisen doesn't explain, and Ratdog doesn't ask. He goes to work for the very person responsible for the death of his son, and he has no idea.
Eisen knows, and this alone wears on his conscience far more than any of Schavitz's other crimes--this time, he saw and heard the parent's grief firsthand. Yet as always, he keeps his mouth shut, his head down.
Eisen remains mostly in the background throughout the story though I'm sure he could have a lot of interesting stories of his own, including a brief unpleasant encounter with one of Schavitz's conquests as he's getting ready to drive her back home. (He experiences what's basically a sexual assault, though he pretends what happened is normal and not worth mentioning to anyone.) He doesn't have any background to speak of yet; all I know is he's in the Wehrmacht and for some reason was assigned to assist Schavitz in a sort of noncombatant position (Schavitz doesn't actively lead troops into battle anymore, either--I'm not sure WHAT he does, he just seems to get by on his reputation), and he has a rather nervous, subdued personality, and prefers to blend into the scenery, which is one reason why Schavitz putting him on display with his immaculate chauffeur uniform and big shiny black car makes him so ill at ease. He must have either some hidden reserve of fortitude and cleverness and/or personal experience with very unpleasant things, however, seeing how he responds to Schavitz's criminal activities and how effectively he deals with them despite his own anxiety. So there's some intriguing potential character development there, for how he got to be the resourceful person he is, though his character hasn't "spoken" to me yet regarding his past the way some others like Godfrey Klemper and Gunter Hesse have, and I prefer not to force such things, so Eisen's past remains a mystery at the moment.
I'm pretty sure I already typed up in another entry how Eisen's part in the Trench Rats storyline ends...let me simply quote myself.
Much later, toward the end of the war and after Schavich has been killed, another general (so far unnamed) assumes his command, restores Klemper's rank and promotes him and Dasch, and starts laying out how things are going to be done differently. Eisen asks if it's true that Schavich is dead; when this is confirmed, he exclaims, "My name is Feldwebel Udo Eisen, and I proclaim that Herr Generaloberst Schavich was a criminal, not just against Jews, but against civilians, German citizens," and proceeds to spill out the details of every horrid act Schavich ever committed--the women he assaulted, the girls he killed, the Jews and citizens he slaughtered and stole from, the military rules he broke, the hit-and-run of Ratdog's son, everything. Not just that, but Schavich's personal papers are in the safe, proving he isn't of pure Aryan ancestry--something the SS can verify.
Then, after adding that he himself was complicit in covering up these acts and is sorry for it, Sgt. Eisen takes out his gun and shoots himself dead.
Eisen didn't want to be a bad person, he just wanted to live. I like to think he felt at least a little of the guilt lifted from his shoulders before he died, though obviously he would have preferred that he'd done none of it at all.
[Udo Eisen 2022 [Friday, June 17, 2022, 2:52:24 AM]]
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The DreamSMP Explained (By Someone Who Has Never Watched Any DreamSMP Stream)
cracks knuckles. okay, fucking FINALLY doing this. ahem.
Couple things to preface with, will keep this brief.
This isn’t entirely blind. One of my best friends has helped out in places, just because I wanted to hit on everything (accurate or not), and I know mutuals/friends who post and write about DreamSMP (though how much of that is AU or canon-typical, I can’t say. I can’t tell). I’ve never seen a single stream, but I’ve seen a few clips. So, my understanding is a bit more than the title may imply, but still not a lot. Sorry.
Also, this will be very, very long (near 2k words). All under the cut, will TW this with themes of abuse, death, manipulation, unreality, hallucinations, and me having an abrasive sense of humor where I revel in the glee of calling these guys European twinks. Though, speaking of. This is ALL about the actual characters, not the people. I don’t know anything about most of these actual streamers, so, no hate to them. In fact, I think they’re pretty cool for having come up with a… somewhat coherent… narrative, all through using Minecraft as a medium. Anyway.
Sigh. Without further ado,
So. There’s this place. Made by Philza, AKA God, AKA one of like six different gods. Philza, born from the womb acting like someone’s 43 year old uncle, has three kids. Wilbur, Tommy, and Tubbo. There are other people here, with some scattered ancestry that raises some questions, but I don’t really care who fucked an Enderman and had an 8’0 tall kid (Ranboo DNI).
There are also places! Sometimes! On a good day, there are actual, intact locations. We’ve got hits like “The Badlands”, which I think was taken from about three different dystopian novels I read in third grade, “El Rapids” (Quackity, Subpoena (autocorrect wins this round), and Karl made this one), “Pogtopia”, no comment on this one, and “L’Manberg”, which Wilbur made.
Only one of these is going to be important.
So, might be a good time to say this: I don’t know what the inciting incident of DreamSMP is? I don’t know what was the catalyst for all this shit, but I’m going to take a guess and say Wilbur blowing up L’Manberg had something to do with it.
… That’s going to be a pattern, by the way. Just. Stick with me here.
So, Wilbur is an older child who read the Hamlet parts in literature class and can only cope by ripping down the very creations he has and taking the entire world down with him to hell. Which is to say, he throws a pity party after Jschlatt (some bitch who abused Quackity, that’s another trend, yippee) wins an election and decides to blow up the fucking kingdom and kill Jschlatt.
Little does Wilbur know, the devil may work fast, but Jschlatt getting a fucking stroke and dying out of nowhere works faster.
I’m not kidding. He gets a stroke, he dies, and Tubbo takes over. I’ve tried to puzzle out the government structure of DreamSMP for a while and have drawn zero conclusions. In any case, Wilbur also tells Philza, his… father…, to kill him. And Philza fucking does? For some reason, like, holy shit.
Anyway. Wilbur is now a ghost. So is Jschlatt. The… life system, on this server, is really strange and I don’t know how to fully explain it. Just know that nothing has permanence here.
I’m going to throw this out here because I don’t know when it’s relevant, but I wrote down something about Karl being in a place called the In Between. I don’t know how the hell he got there or what the hell he’s doing. This might be where the discs are? I can’t explain the discs. I… think they are fighting over the discs? Don’t know why, Wilbur makes music himself, I feel like you have enough to go around.
(Stream Saline Solution it reminds me of my best friend only if you want okay thx)
L’Manberg gets blown up again. This time, Techno did it. He did it just after giving this speech about Theseus, which, jokes aside-- the writing of DreamSMP is actually really good. That was all done on improv, and I did watch an animatic with some of the audio from it, and damn. I’m a whore for metaphor and I love this for him.
This happens, and Ranboo and Tommy decide to do a little hehe and burn down George’s house. Who is George? Good question: a king. Of what? Good question: call me the antithesis of a Ranboo kinnie and get me some discs because I hear no answers.
Dream gets pissed off by this (who gave him authority, I don’t know) and builds a wall. He for some reason decides that if Tommy, and only Tommy, breaks some rules, the wall will stay up forever. So, naturally, Tommy immediately yells at him, and Tubbo gets pissed (what happened to the whole, who are you without me, yourself, thing?). Dream exiles him, which is bad enough, but then Dream burns down his house, so now he’s double exiled.
Dream kins Julius Caesar but Julius Caesar does not kin Dream and I think that’s important.
(It had to be important enough for me to literally go back and edit this in, for no reason, because I think I’m really fucking hilarious.)
Techno takes in Tommy and shows him his super secret cave of evil, which Tommy promptly screams at. Philza and Ranboo visit sometimes, but mostly Tommy just sits there. Dream says “fuck you” to Techno, but Techno decides to wage war on L’Manberg, so Quackity and co. come over to try and kill Techno, but Techno kills Quackity with a pickaxe, but Quackity has three lives for some reason, and then Dream blames Ranboo for blowing something up for literally zero reason, and can you tell how tired I am.
Ranboo sees a smiley face in his notebook and zones the fuck out while Dream tries to kill… Tommy? No, Tubbo. No, fuck, no it was Tommy. I don’t know why people suddenly care about it n- NO, NO IT WAS TUBBO, he is TRYING to kill TUBBO.
I hate Europeans.
Ahem. Dream goes to jail, but he has books in jail, which is a horrible idea. Everyone knows that if you give a war criminal some novels he’ll accidentally haunt someone else’s dreams and launch psychological warfare with the prison guard, Sam, who has zero idea what he’s doing because he probably didn’t sign up for this.
Also, I’m gonna say this here because I don’t know when it will fit in. There’s this place. Called… the Egg. Now, I don’t know what goes on in the Egg. I don’t know what the Egg is. I don’t know who decided to name all these fucking things, because I think the Egg is just a box made of bedrock. I think Ranboo hallucinates about it, but Ranboo hallucinates about everything so I’m not really sure. I’m going to call it here and say that this is probably a bad sign.
People are trying to talk to Dream. First BadBoyHalo, who gives Ranboo this little note from Dream with a smiley face. Or maybe that was SapNap. Either way, Ranboo hallucinates seeing Dream, and then actually sees Dream but he thinks he’s hallucinating? I don’t know.
Then we get Tommy. Basically he kind of comes in here and Sam, being a good prison guard, allows Dream to beat Tommy to death and then revive him (don’t ask about the revivals just pretend it makes sense please). He tells Tommy he’s also going to revive Wilbur which Tommy isn’t a big fan of, considering that Wilbur, uh. Vague hand gestures. You get the schtick. Hopefully. I don’t know.
Anyway. Uh. Quackity loses his shit, also.
As in he talks to Jschlatt, the ghost of his abusive husband. Makes a deal-- if Quackity here loses, he revives Jschlatt. I don’t know what the winning conditions are, but, thankfully, they don’t matter because Quackity loses damn near instantly.
So he goes to Dream and Sam gives him really powerful gear for no reason. Dream is a bit terrified by this situation, and Quackity is like “give me the fucking book”, and then we never find out what happens because Quackity ends up covered in blood about to blow up El Rapids. I hadn’t expected to mark Quackity off on the demolitionist bingo, but hey, all’s fair I guess. My next bets are on Tubbo or whichever bitch became god of the sea.
(I also made a joke to my friend about me kinning Quackity (the character not the streamer could you fucking imagine), to which they said “you’d torture someone for information”? So. I guess Dream, uh. Hm. That explains why Quackity was bloodied. Uh. Oops. Don’t know why he’s playing Poker, though.)
So, for my sanity, as we come to a close, I’m going to start listing lore details that I don’t know nearly enough about but are probably important. Just… bullet point them. Might be a bit tacky of me but I have shit to do, dammit. By that I mean, I don’t have shit to do, but I’ve had this doc open for literally 1-2 weeks and I just want to be freed.
List Of Other Shit That Happened:
Ranboo started an arg, so there’s a character named Z now. Can’t believe the kid I knew in middle school who didn’t know where the Middle East was made it into the dreamSMP omg!
Tubbo did something immoral, and we still don’t know who his dad is. By we, I mean me.
Eret exists. That’s all I’ve got for this one. They’re important. Probably.
Karl hallucinated six versions of himself and left the In Between to go to hell. (Lil Nas X girlboss gaslight gatekeep in this motherfucker!!!)
Ranboo and Tubbo got married because taxes exist </3
More on this last point: they opened a hotel, despite Tubbo being a king, and Tommy got mad at them for getting engaged without his permission. But Tommy was literally dead when they had the wedding so I’m not exactly sure what he was expecting. Either way, he’s fine with it now.
Kids getting adopted oh shit oh fuck. Also, mpreg is canotical. Make this what you will.
DreamXD is a god now. I don’t know who DreamXD is. I don’t think anybody else does either.
I’m like 60% sure George is dead.
I’m like 60% sure Philza is immortal.
Going through my ‘notes’ to make sure I didn’t miss anything and I’m just getting more confused, so I think I’m going to call it here. Props to everyone in the dreamSMP for creating kickass lore, I would not summarize any of it ever again if you held me at fucking gunpoint, and thanks to my mutuals/friends for letting me ask a lot of really stupid questions as I try to puzzle this out. And also, another thanks to you all for reading this. I hope to God this was funny.
I really, really, really fucking hope that Tumblr doesn’t cut this off for a long character count. This is longer than some of my fucking oneshots. My God. This was so fun, don’t get me wrong, but I also want a hit of a candy cigarette. Make it two, actually. Or three. All at once.
Anyway. Drink some water, stay safe, and remember that statistically speaking, 100% of people with a name starting with “T” need to put down the Greek mythology books and learn about the ethics behind pyromania. Goodbye, Theseus.
#dreamsmp#mcyt#FINALLY. FINALLY. FINALLY.#i have been sitting on this for literally two weeks i hope to god it's funny#phea (friend) said that they chortled at some parts so i guess that's good#sorry to my mutuals who do not care about this#dreamsmp is actually really neat though ngl i'm invested from a distance#also if this is funny i might start making more posts like#[] summarized without knowing about it#because my number one hobby is getting invested into things i know nothing about and continue to know nothing about#i feel like this is overwhelming hhh f/ck#anyway. this is all i think#god help you if you decide to read this
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Ok Draken talking about the first time he ever saw a black woman before he met Ivy
Ivy stood up on the steps to the shrine and turned to the dragon tattooed boy in amazement at his statement.
"You've met a black woman before me??"
Draken looked at her in confusion as the others around him laughed. He huffed and pushed himself of the shrine before walking down the steps a bit.
"Yeah why is that such a big deal?"
"I mean I cant blame her the only other people you meet who has black ancestry are the twins, hell have you ever met their mama?" Amala asks.
He scoffed, "Alright fair enough point I guess but yeah I met her when I was around 7 or so"
"Oh that was a bit before we met each other huh Ken-chin?" Mikey asked as he draped himself over the taller boy. Draken didn't react to the small blonde doing so.
"Yeah I was getting into learning how to give massage to the Auntie in the brothel when I saw her"
That grabbed the groups attention.
"Ooh what she look like?" Asked Baji
"Was she tall or short? Curvy? Brown skinned, dark skinned what??" Smiley asks at rapid speed.
After that he got overwhelmed by all the questions they were asking him of the woman whose name he only remembered cause it was so simple.
"Alright alright Jesus I'll explain calm down" he held out his hands in a calming motion. Ivy sat on the step a few under his spot and looked at him.
"While explain away then"
Ok so the day I saw her was a pretty boring one tonsay the least. I got suspended from school again for fighting and they wouldn't let me go outside and play so had to make do with my situation. After about a few hours of that I had some kind of commotion going on in the front of the place. Usually it would be a rowdy customer or the girls just getting excited but this time the feeling about felt different then usual.
So I did what any other brat would have went to go see what's it about.
(Ahh so noisy Ken-chin)
(Shut up)
Anyways when I got there I just saw the owner and girls surrounding someone there couldn't really see to much. I had to maneuver around people but I finally got to see what the whole thing was about. And man I can see why they were acting like that.
(Oop sounds kinda of straight to me)
(Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I cant appreciate women physical appearances)
Ok back to the story when I saw her I was a bit taken for a loop. She was about the average height though she was wearing those platform sandals I see a lot of girls wearing sometimes.
(Ooh I bet they were cute!)
(I should get me some of those)
(You should)
She was a few shades lighter then Ivy when it came to her skin tone, she had a soft shiny look to her like she spend hours on her skin care routine. Her hair was like done up in spaces buns but they were braids instead of her regular hair with a few braids hanging out a bit. She was wearing a pink bandana type of top with a cotton skirt that was tied to her hip in the same color. Besides that the next thing I noticed about her was her shiny lips. Like I've seen the girls in the brothel wear shiny lip gloss but hers was like to the max.
(Oh like how Ivy-chan does?")
(Now your catching on Takemitchy)
So me being a kid whose never anyone with that skin tone that hair type or that body in general I....I thought she was like a goddess or something.
(I mean 7 year old you wasn't wrong black women are divine)
(Periodt Hakkai!!)
(Ok naw speak on it brotha)
I dont know what possessed me to do it but I ran outside while the adults were distracted and went to those random flower stands. It took a minute but I managed to steal some and ran back to the brothel as quickly as I could. When I got back I walked up to her,super nervous too, and held up the flowers to her.
(Awwwww!!)
And I wasn't looking at her when I did it but I heard some of the others coo at me and laugh so I got red in the face. I heard her chuckle and she kneeled in front of me and gave him a really nice smile and said thanks for the flowers. The one thing that stuck out out me was her scent,, she seemed like vanilla and coconut. She asked me my name and I told her Ken.
(What she say to you then?)
I'm getting there! Anyways she said that's a handsome name for a handsome boy and told me to call her Cherry. She asked why did I give her flowers and I said cause she was so pretty and she deserved them. God kid me was so cheesy, but anyways she laughed gave me a big sticky kiss on my forehead and went with the other girls. I saw her over that weekend and helped her with anything she needed til she left, never saw her again after that. But I remember that kiss and her scent for a long time after that.
"Aww what a sweet interaction" Amala coos at Draken. He scoffed a light red painted his cheeks.
"Yeah what a sweet heart you were, what happened?" Hakkai joked.
He flipped the boy off as the gang went on teasing him about his little 7 year old "crush" on the woman he met all those years ago.
#ryuguji ken#ivy jefferson#amala reyes#sano manjiro#shiba hakkai#kawata nahoya#tokyo revengers#my writing#baji keisuke
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Thinking about Rhysand, for me, one of the biggest missed opportunities in the way his character was written is that we could've had huge commentary on what it's like to be mixed race in their world; that would've added depth and motivation to him and the world building. Being mixed race in our world is already hard enough - I know this as a person of mixed races that people don't really understand, I know the inner conflict and feeling of isolation it brings. But imagine their world, where the lines between races and species are so stark that you can't even blend in if you're other. At least I could blend into both sides of my heritage if I tried just because I'm human either way.
Now, we know the Illyrians are a pretty proud people; they train from early youth, have an annual warrior initiation rite of passage, and hold strength and valour in those distinctive great wings of theirs. They've upheld their traditions for a long time and they're proud of their culture.
The High Fae, however, seem to be more poised and elegant. By contrast, some view the Illyrians as brutes: violent and savage. Education and an emphasis on the finer arts are more associated with High Fae, given the mechanical engineering we've seen from Dawn through Lucien's eye, and the exquisite paintings Feyre sees in the Spring Court. They even have better living conditions, with palaces and manors as opposed to camps, tents and small stone houses.
All of the qualities attributed to the Illyrians supposedly shadow in comparison to the High Fae. But how does this affect Rhys? How did growing up in an Illyrian war camp shape him and tug at the conflict with his High Fae half?
We don't know. Because Rhys doesn't seem to care for the Illyrians the way he says he does; there's warmth when he speaks of his mother, his childhood memories of her, but in all his centuries of ruling, he still hasn't completely banished the wing clipping of the females. He tells Feyre he'd done so but that it still occurs in the more obscure camps. Surely if his Illyrian heritage was so important to him, so strongly tied to the love he has for his mother that they can't be separated, he'd do more for those females. Do more for the males that sleep in tents and assist him in war whenever he needs. He has the most power of any high lord - power from two mighty races - and still can't give his people more.
Perhaps the Illyrians want to uphold some of those values; perhaps they don't want to live the way the High Fae do. But Rhys doesn't give them a voice to explain - is it because of his High Fae side strangling him? Does the more refined half of him think the Illyrians need to step up and progress beyond their wild ways? It's interesting to note that under pressure UTM, he flung out his power to protect Velaris - a city of High Fae and lesser faeries. That Velaris was his first priority in his court. Not the Illyrians. Perhaps he believed the Illyrians had the strength to protect themselves against Amarantha's reign. But that's never explored, his feelings towards leaving the Illyrians open to attack.
But he participated in that Blood Rite. He wears their wings. He has two Illyrians in his innermost court. Clearly he likes the idea of the Illyrian race. But what do they think of him? After he won the Rite with two bastard born members of their people at his side, what did they think of him? They don't like the bastards of their race, so much so that most camps don't bother to train those anomalies, so how do they live with the knowledge that one of their own isn't even a full Illyrian? That their High Lord has their blood in him?
So far we haven't seen any other Illyrian High Fae besides Rhysand. The mate bond seems to transcend race in this world, given that Rhys' father mated with his mother as soon as that bond clicked into place, despite her Illyrian ethnicity. But can other High Fae generally entertain the idea of a relationship with an Illyrian outside the mating bond?
Some of the High Fae sneer at Rhys' wings; he's not fully one of them either. They keep their distance and maybe it's because of that ridiculous amount of dark power roiling in his veins, but surely some of that strength comes from the Illyrian blood. So do some High Fae see him as other because of that? Because of that mixed blood?
Does he ever see himself as more of one side or the other? Or even neither, like he fits nowhere in the blood of his family's history?
Again, we don't know. And it's not entirely Rhys' fault; as it is, the series wasn't written from his point of view. But I just feel like instead of appropriating his own culture, Rhys could've shown some internal conflict on balancing the two sides of his ancestry. Instead of flaunting those wings whenever he was in the mood to intimidate someone, he could've used them as a symbol of his pride in the Illyrian race, a way to say, 'Yes, I am one of you. I am one of them too, but I will fight for you with my whole heart as though it beats entirely with your blood. Our blood.'
But no, he just uses the wings and tattoos as a fashion accessory and lets his mate shape shift with their wings without having to face the consequences most of the females do 🙄
Come to think of it, even that could've been an interesting take on being mixed race. Is it okay to take parts of both cultures without fully facing the hardships your full-blooded counterparts have? Do you have to experience both the fruits and racism from each side to call yourself one of them?
I'm not asking for social commentary that reflects the hardships of POC - mixed race or otherwise - in our world, but given how significant Rhys' heritage is to his character, it's a shame we didn't get a deeper look into what it means to simultaneously be Illyrian and High Fae.
I changed the tags to anti after seeing how much of this post goes against his character and the series oops 😅 Since I'm more of a stanti and haven't ever written anything for the anti tags, if anyone who actively uses them feels like this should still be under non-anti tags, please let me know so I can change it and not offend anyone!! 😅
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CWC Rockin’ 4 Way
CHANDLER, Christopher Christian Christine “Ricardo” Weston Chandler - CWCRockin4Way.jpg, marker on paper, 2009
Chris’s second most famous (and less controversial) Rule 34 drawing, imagines Chris as a world famous rockstar, free to have sex with whatever groupie he so chooses. CWCRockin4Way.jpg is also known by the mangled French phrase “MenajAQuad.jpg”, trying to expand the phrase “menage a trois”, meaning a sexual encounter with three participants, possibly conflating “menage” with the surname of rapper Nicki Minaj (which itself is a mangling of “menage”, albeit a more deliberate one), and affixing the Latin prefix “Quad-”, as opposed to the more grammatically accurate “menage a quatre”. Drawn to help prove Chris’s heterosexuality, it shows him penetrating a woman of mixed white and black ancestry, according to other drawings she’s named Zuri Alryte, while using one hand a piece to finger a white woman, Kiera Bei, with his left hand and a black woman, Jody Zimmerman, with his right. They are, respectively, the singer, bassist, and drummer for Chris’s Guitar Hero band, Chris himself being the guitarist (obviously).
This image was leaked by Bryan Bash in September 2009, then Chris acknowledged it in a video from that October. Unlike SheCameForCWC, it is unknown what became of the original image, whether or not it survived the 2014 house fire like SheCameForCWC. Chris, in an edit to the CWCki, described the sexual encounter as “chocolate vanilla swirls”, but it’s unknown whether that refers to the half-black-half-white Zuri being a chocolate vanilla swirl, or the fact that Chris is simultaneously banging a black woman, a white woman, and a woman that’s a mix of both.
This image breaks Chris’s long standing sexual distaste for women of color, as he is actively enjoying the china of a mixed-race woman and performing other sexual acts with a black woman. In the past, he’d said that he couldn’t marry a non-white woman because his future daughter Crystal appeared in a dream to him, and seeing as she was white and not mixed race her mother must have also been white, but here, since Zuri and Jody seemingly aren’t Crystal’s fated mother, Chris is more than happy to break his rule for a casual hookup with them. Clearly, this is a win for diversity.
It has long been noted that, like his last porn drawing, there is much wrong with it anatomically - specifically, Zuri seems to be sitting in front of Chris, yet he is still somehow reaching her china with his pickle. She’s meant to be sitting on his lap not in front of it, but that’s not how it’s drawn, and thus is horribly anatomically incorrect. Chris is yet again wearing a Sonichu medallion, and Jody is wearing a gold choker in both this image and her clothed portrait.
Little is known about these three fictional women aside from their names and their band roles, and it’s likely Chris never gave any of them more thought than this image or the individual portraits of them he drew. Zuri has a yellow lightning bolt tattoo across her right arm (visible in both this picture and the portrait), likely done in tribute to her lover’s most famous creation. Bizarrely, her breasts are censored by her long red hair. Kiera seems to be a bit like late ‘90’s-early 2000’s era Britney Spears, and her fashion in her clothed drawing seems inspired by her. Jody, in her clothed portrait, is dressed very androgynously, to the point that this image of her in the nude is the only confirmation we have that she doesn’t have a pickle. She is doing the devil fingers with her right hand, possibly trying to communicate to the audience that making love to Christian is satanic. It’s possible these three were only on Chris’s mind a brief period in 2009, as they’ve made no lasting impact on him. Their only other appearance was from a contemporaneous video of him playing, on Guitar Hero, Bob Seger’s 1978 rock classic “Old Time Rock and Roll” while using a Guitar Hero guitar painted in the colors of Meatwad’s guitar from Aqua Teen Hunger Force. I think we can infer from that video that Zuri is a dead vocal ringer for Bob Seger.
The background behind our lovers is much more detailed and dynamic in this drawing than SheCameForCWC. To the back right is what I assumed to be a stage door, since this orgy is presumably happening in one of their dressing rooms behind a stage they’re playing at, but, given its three handles, might be a dresser of some kind instead. To the bottom left is what appears to be Jody’s drumkit, and scattered around are Chris’s “Gitar of Fail”, not the same one from the “Old Time Rock and Roll” video but another Guitar Hero guitar, and what might be a microphone Chris used during the SingStar challenge, which, as the CWCki notes, “are not, strictly speaking, essential sex toys.” Three pictures on the wall, framed by lights, are a starfish (???), the word “score” (which may or may not be a pun) with the “o” replaced by a circle or swirl, this might be a Guitar Hero reference I don’t get, and, lastly, a portrait of Britney Spears herself, reading “Oops!” This starkly contrasts with the hard core rock and roll look Chris was trying to go for. Despite reading “Oops!”, seemingly a reference to Britney’s second album Oops… I Did It Again and its titular song, the picture is of her first album, …Baby One More Time.
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Chapter 1–The Tale of the Scissors, Act 3: Reunion; Scene 2
The Tailor of Enbizaka, pages 74-82
I don’t know why Kayo would say things like that. I had thought perhaps that you might have pulled some trick on her mind, but I still haven’t reached a conclusion at that.
The only thing I’m certain of is the event that spurred her on to start talking like her husband was alive.
--That was hardly any time at all after the two of you had swapped bodies.
That day, Kayo was going for an aimless walk outside for the first time in a while, without any work to do.
She had likely wanted to go around and see the sights of Enbizaka after it had recovered from the fire.
.
Enbizaka was erected along a long hill in the center of Onigashima, and a lot of the people who worked as merchants in Onigashima had shops set up along this hill neighborhood.
Almost all of the people who lived here were foreigners, or else mixed-race people who had foreign and Jakokuan genes.
What was more, there were not a lot of people among those who were walking along the road who had the Jakokuan feature of black hair. People with hair of various colors and shades like red, brown, green, and even white, passed through as though it was normal.
And so, Kayo’s newly pink hair was not something that turned a lot of heads.
The most conspicuous sign of Enbizaka’s foreigner culture were the foreign trading houses that stood at the top of the hill.
Starting with those of Freezis and Yarera, there were many representatives for firms doing business with Jakoku who had taken up residence in Enbizaka.
A little way away from the trading houses there was the Enbizaka execution site.
It’s said that this place was created as a sort of warning, as the crimes being committed by foreigners in Onigashima were rapidly increasing around the time the island was first established. Even now criminals would sometimes be taken there from the mainland to be executed, but for Kayo this place had very little to do with her.
As she walked down the hill, Kayo gazed at the neighborhood that had regained the same liveliness that it had held four years before, and wore a peaceful expression on her face.
When she reached the bottom of the hill, there was Soukyou bridge.
Once you passed over this curved bridge made of stone and headed down the middle road from there, there was the Miroku shop that sat just along the street. This was the only bridge that connected Enbizaka to the middle road, and as such there were always a lot of people passing through.
It was right after she’d set foot on Soukyou bridge.
Kayo suddenly came to a stop.
Her eyes were opened wide, and she was fixedly staring at a blue haired man on the far end of the bridge.
At that moment, he was leaning on the handrail and looking at the river dreamily, not appearing to notice that Kayo was staring.
“Ah…Aaah…”
Kayo stood there for a time, open-mouthed.
And as she did so the man started to quickly walk in the opposite direction from where she was.
Kayo flusteredly moved to chase after him, but his form was soon buried in the throng of people, and eventually she could no longer see him,
Mournfully coming to a halt, Kayo then murmured, “He’s—alive.”
Kayo must have seen a trace of her dead husband in this man that she’d never met before—that was what I thought at the time.
Because it was after this event had happened that Kayo started to speak to everyone as though her husband had survived.
However…from what I could see, that blue haired man looked hardly anything like Kayo’s husband.
If I had to come up with any similarities, I suppose I could say that his left hand had burn scars on it that were similar to those on Kayo’s husband.
.
I became curious about that man, and started to search for his whereabouts.
While being inside the scissors I am able to see all of Enbizaka, and as such it wasn’t that difficult for me to locate him.
--When I first found him, he was inside that Freezis Trading House.
He was in the middle of having some conversation with the house’s owner, Perrier, sitting opposite her at the table.
“It’s rare to SEE YOU come here YOURSELF,” Perrier laughed, offering him some tea.
“Oh no, it’s really quite embarrassing...I usually leave all outside matters to my wife, staying cooped up at home with work, you see. Today she’s been a little under the weather, so I’ve come to deliver our goods in her stead,” the man replied, smiling.
From the way he carried himself, I could tell that he was a merchant of some kind.
“She SICK? You must WORRY.”
“Oh no, it’s nothing terribly major. My wife’s father works as a doctor, so he examined her and told us it was just a cold. She should be better by tomorrow.”
“Thank GOODNESS for THAT!” As she spoke, Perrier set out a bundle of koban coins before him. “…RIGHT, well, HERE’S PAY.”
“Thank you kindly. I’ve already placed the textiles and kimono you ordered in your cellar. –I hope for your continued patronage.”
“Jakoku kiminos are having BOOM in Maistia RIGHT NOW! And you REALLY HELP OUT by bringing us such GOOD PRODUCT all the time, MIROKU SHOP-SAN! …Though wish you could increase amount you DEAL with us...” Perrier groused, resting her chin on her hands.
“…Even this amount has been a bit much for us. Understand that with our national isolation policies, the amount of resources we’re allowed to send to foreign countries like this is harshly regulated.”
“The shogunate should stop being so STUBBORN and OPEN COUNTRY already! I SAYING THAT for YEARS but they NOT LISTEN!”
In contrast to Perrier’s excitement, the man replied with a warm smile, “I know your feelings, Perrier-sama…But foreigner though you are, calling for this country to ‘open its borders’…I wonder if that’s wise.”
“…? WHY?”
“There is an extremist group in Jakoku called the ‘Crimson Robed Masses’.” The man launched into an explanation of this group with a quiet countenance. “They engage in all kinds of harassment for those that call for open borders and the foreigners that live in Jakoku, and I’ve heard that from time to time they’ve even gathered together and committed raids. If you were to attract the attention of such a crew—”
“Oh, I KNOW about THEM. Been sent LOTS of threats. …BUT! I IGNORE them! A Freezis does not YIELD to mere THREATS!”
“I see—well, I’m not too far removed from the issue myself, as my wife and I have foreign ancestry…But in any case, I hope to be able to maintain good business dealings with the Freezis Foundation Firm in the future. If you have any requests, don’t hesitate to let me know.”
Perrier appeared to think for a moment at the man’s offer, and then returned, “If there nothing to do about not raising textile and kimino export number...As for request, we NEED craftsman who can tailor clothes to kimono locally, and repair tattered and torn kimono. We have tailors in Maistia, but they don’t know ANYTHING about Jakoku kimono, and all FUMBLING at everything.”
“Regarding tailors…ours is just a family-run shop, so it would be a bit beyond us to send someone of those talents to Maistia--
“…I hear THERE other GOOD TAILORS in ENBIZAKA. I met one MYSELF a bit ago—I THINK my MAID called her SUDOU.”
The man appeared to think for a moment, and then finally replied, “Ah, yes, the Sudou wi—”
“You know HER?”
“Oh no, apparently my parent and her parent were once good friends long ago, but the two of them got into some sort of feud…The connection between our families has been severed since then, publicly. My wife doesn’t know about all this, and will sometimes ask her to do work, but I’ve never actually met her myself.”
“I SEE.”
“Well, a dispute between our parents has little to do with me, of course. I myself am a homebody by nature, so it’s more that I just haven’t had the opportunity to meet her.”
“I thought MAYBE if you GOOD FRIENDS you could introduce us, but from SOUND OF THINGS that be hard.”
“I believe she gets along fairly well with my wife, so you ought to ask her about it next time she comes up here—oop, look at the time,” the man said, taking a glance at an ostentatious clock of foreign make that had been hung up on the wall. “I should head back before long.”
“RIGHT. I SHOULD head to PORT soon too.”
“Are you sailing off again? It’s awfully late…”
“It’s MERMAID! I go CATCH MERMAID!”
“…Oh, a mermaid, hm? I suppose I have heard legends that there is a mermaid living in the seas around Onigashima, but—”
“I HEAR that you EAT MERMAID and become IMMORTAL! If we CATCH AND RAISE IT, it’ll make killing on mainland! I not let such DRAMATIC business chance SLIP AWAY!” Perrier shouted, having at some point gotten an enormous harpoon around and in her hand.
“…Well then, good luck with that. I’ll see myself out.”
The man left the trading house, a faintly amazed expression on his face.
.
From there the man headed down the hill. At that point I had already pretty much figured out who he was, but I continued to observe him.
After he had descended the hill and crossed Soukyou Bridge, he advanced through the middle road—and then walked inside the Miroku shop.
“Welcome home, Daddy.”
Rin was the one to greet him.
“Good to see you, Rin. How is Mommy?”
“She’s still resting, but I think she’s got a lot better.”
“I see…Where has Miku gone?”
“Mnn…She’s still at Kiji-san’s, I think.”
The moment he heard that, the man’s face rapidly grew stern. “That disgusting foreigner…I expressly forbid you from ever interacting with that brute!”
“Yelling at me’s not gonna help…And I don’t think Kiji-san is that bad a guy?”
“No means no!”
As he yelled in anger, the man retreated further into the shop.
.
The man’s name was Miroku Kai.
He was the head of the Miroku household.
That meant that Kayo had become convinced that a man with a wife and children was her husband—
But I had no way of telling Kayo that she was mistaken.
The only thing I could do was continue to watch over her.
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hey, hello, hi, honeys! i’m nayab ( just call me nay; my name is an absolute bitch to pronounce ) & this little wench is jaya!!! i am so excited to be here, and can’t god damn wait to plot with every single one of you & your devastatingly gorgeous characters. i’ve linked some shit below to explore should you want to get to know jaya better. please don’t hesitate to slide into my DM’s — i cannot wait to get goin’. hit me up at nayab ✨#4163 for plotting!!!!!!!!!
— ♢ 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.
🌙 — ALL ABOARD ! The HMS PROMETHEAN welcomes ( VERA HAMILTON* ) to the expedition in their capacity of ( the ENIGMA ). They are ( thirty-two & cis female ) and might be painted as ( KATRINA KAIF ). When you strike up an acquaintance, address them as ( SHE / HER ). Their deeds on land precede their arrival — people say they are ( ADAPTABLE; GALLANT; INNOVATIVE ) but ( VINDICTIVE; PARANOID; HEDONISTIC ) when the tide turns. Their purpose aboard the Promethean falls in line with ( RUNNING FROM THE BLOOD ON HER HANDS & CHASING FREEDOM OF IDENTITY ).
* she introduces herself as JAYA – which means “victory”: an ode to her true ancestry, and in revelation of her true, freed self. she does not need more than one name, if a name at all; she lets the life she leads speak for itself.
CONTENT WARNINGS: sexual slavery, allusions to sexual assault, child molestation, murder, colonisation
( A BRIEF HISTORY / PINTEREST )
* SUMMARY BELOW —
✦ she is a feral, unnerving creature — and this is not inherent & accidental, but a purposeful tool & self-preservation tactic. then again: jaya’s entire personality is a surfeit of those, be it her paranoia-spurred abrasive ( or lewdly charming? there is no in-between ) nature, or hedonistic tendencies, it all boils down to jaya needing to do jaya.
✦ if you shook her, no end of weaponry is sure to fall off her person. guns ( um, she’s a gunner, so okay not a Shocker ), knives, and maybe a vial or two of nefarious concoctions of her own brewing... oops? she is extremely knowledgeable about a variety of topics, because she has lived an extremely full amount of years post-adolescence where she has listened to stories and learned every skill she considered useful in the lease, but also she is barely literate due to a childhood spent hidden away due to the complex / traumatic circumstances of her birth and it’s something she is self-conscious about.
✦ she is not a lady. she also happens to harbour a prejudice against them, and the english elite in general. there are no corsets or gowns for her; jaya dons britches & filmy blouses she’s stitched herself, and rocks a feral butch aesthetic 2312% of the time. she’s a morally-ambiguous fiend who will do what it takes to survive, and she’s volatile enough that her mood changes every .5 seconds, but you wanna stick to her good side because she’s had a shank first, talk never philosophy for most of her life that’s not easy to shake???
✦ she loves the sea, she loves this ship, she is a content crab who’s experiencing real Connection~ with her environment for truly the first time in her life.
#thqintro#i tried not to make this Super long & just easy to navigate to initiate plotting#just make sure to read her history before the summary because it helps make her make a lot of sense!!!#let's Do This#i have not made an intro post in actual years BEAR WITH ME#I. / BONES.
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bcuz i type faster than i draw, have a big ol' worldbuilding/brainstorming post i thought of today while running errands
does this make sense? maybe. maybe not.
anyways, lets get started.
tldr: why some characters are humans and not monsters like everybody else? or vice versa? because why not
longer vers: because it'd be interesting to see how monsters integrate themselves in standard society and interact with humans and vice versa. and maybe it raises the question of how some humans manage to have more power over monsters despite having no prior magic involvement whatsoever.
for example, Kathryn. in the au, she's completely human, no magic ancestry, no magic spells, nothin'. but despite this, she puts fucking Fear in the heart of sphinxstache, a creature who could easily use magic to shift into a giant and crush her underpaw or more simply eat her; but he doesn't. why?
no one knows. it could just be her being his boss, which is an understandable reason. but then again, there could be something about her, despite being just human. and whatever that Something is, it's scary.
or for example, Mr. Murderslaughter. what is it about him being human that, despite having no magic involvement either that makes the inmates fear him so so badly? why?
again, no one knows.
(though i do have the headcanon that he was the one to put a modified 'binding spell' on the cuffs each inmate has to wear including Yancy, but that's another talk for another time.)
tldr: how you move and what you do affects your body in both forms, simple as that
longer vers: in the case of monsters, because their 'monster form' is the form they were born with aka their natural state, anything they do in their natural form is gonna affect their human form and vice versa.
take for example, Dark and Wilford. (using pers. headcanons here)
because Dark at first looked very thin, to the point where one could almost feel each individual rib in his 'hound' aka natural state, he looked and felt the same in his human form upon shifting; very thin and able to easily feel his ribs.
(side-note: in the case of the D.A, because they got shot in their human form, the bullet scar would be present in both their human and 'hound'/natural state.)
in Wilford's case, he's fat, but with a bit of muscle underneath. because he's big in his human form, he's bigger than the average lion in his natural form, too. and because he's decorated with small scars here and there on his human form too, he has small scars underneath his fur as well if you shave his mane.
consider more examples such as Dr. Iplier and the Jims where activities done in their natural forms affect their human form.
in Dr. Iplier's case, he has more of a runner's physique due to his running and build as a jackalope. while for the Jims, because they're constantly flapping and flying around, they have potentially what could be a swimmer's physique.
tldr: if nobody really uses it and it ain't broke, no need to fix it, right?
(also, if this references 'the wolf among us', then oops. didn't mean to do that)
longer vers: glammer started out mainly in either perfume or drink form and, depending on the quality, could be either as cheap as soda from a snack shop or as expensive as a brand new car. it functioned similar to that of a shape-shifting spell and allowed any nonhuman monster to have a humanoid form for a certain amount of time (again, time depends on the quality of the glammer).
nowadays, most monsters know how to shift into a humanoid form on their own without the use of glammer, although some will still use glammer to completely cover up any lingering features such as claws, wings, or horns.
examples of this being monsters such as Dr. Iplier or Dr. Schneeplestein who may need to cover up lingering features when in a professional setting.
when used on humans, glammer tastes similar to a fizzy soda and ultimately has no effect.
#writings#markiplier#mythau#if ya got any questions about whatever the hell i just said#send 'em to me and we'll try to make sense of it together#long post
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About My Hiatus
First off, I’d like to apologize to my followers for my absence. Many of you looked to my blog for guidance and encouragement, and by leaving without a word, I was letting you all down. I hope my next moves are enough to inspire you down a path of forgiveness.
Where I went
I created this blog in 2015 or ‘16 to express a part of myself that had been suppressed all my live: my inner witch. I used Afros&Athames to journalize my journey into the path of a witch, as well as other online platforms like Instagram and YouTube. Growing up, I had witchy friends to gently explore the path with and I stayed in touch with them even when I lived two hundred miles away in Boston (I’m from Connecticut).
One day, I was on Youtube watching Black witch vlogs and I came across a witch who said he was from Bridgeport, not far from where I grew up and actually the hometown of my mother’s side of the family. I reached out to him and before either of us knew it, we had formed a coven: The Conjurers of Elm. I moved back to Connecticut and hit the ground running with this new coven made up of myself, Bridgeport witch, his childhood friend, and my childhood friend. As our bond as a coven deepened, as did each of our connections to magic. The coven grew and we became all friends... until we weren’t.
I guess the first mistake was dating within the coven. Me and another member became a couple, it was messy and gross, and eventually we part ways. By the time we broke up, the coven was already have sustainability issues. We weren’t as active or engaged. We were dwindling. Our break up definitely complicated things and made the environment of the coven less welcoming. Oops.
Then, of course, two of the coven members -- my childhood friend and Bridgeport witch -- moved in together and things didn’t go well. Each of our personal relationships in the coven suffered some sort of challenge or trial that the coven just couldn’t withstand.
In the end, we all became distant with one another and the coven is no more.
Why I strayed
Not long after my break up, I started a new relationship.
Did I mention I’m queer? Let’s rewind!
Hi, my name is Nyxia. I am pansexual and demisexual. I am also non-binary; agender to be specific. I use they/them pronouns.
I realized I wasn’t straight in spring of 2016, but I wasn’t able to explore my sexuality or gender identity until 2018. I was in a relationship with a man when I came to terms with my queerness. When I came out to him, he was dismissive. Weeks later, he became fussy and jealous. He’d ask me when and why I decided to be attracted to women. When I expressed interest in shaving my hair (exploring my gender-queer identity), he threatened to never look at me again. I dumped him.
Months later, I started my relationship with Bridgeport witch’s friend, aka Coven Mate. He was more accepting of my queer identity. Even the gender-queer part, which I hadn’t yet fully blossomed into. But he was hella jealous and toxic. When I told him about my desire to finally explore my sexuality, we agreed that we would try polyamory. I would pursue relationships with women and non-binary people, he would not. This was communicated and confirmed as mutual agreement between the two of us. Yet, every time I tried to act upon our agreement, he would get very agitated. I couldn’t flirt with people or even mention other people without him being triggered. It was frustrating for me to spend my time putting the puzzle pieces of his emotions and desires together instead of spending time with myself to understand the nature of my queer identity. I dumped him, too.
Months later.... I started a new relationship! Pray for me, brujxs...
This time, I was dating a non-binary person and honestly, it was my best relationship to date. I was in love. I was loved. I was cared for, and honestly I was spoiled rotten! But I deserved ever morsel of unfiltered sweetness that was given to me by this person.
But there is always a dark side of the moon.
The person I was dating... let’s call them Anxious Muslimx. Anxious Muslimx grew up in a strict, traditional Muslim family. Their family wasn’t too happy about our relationship, so that was always a struggle. Nonetheless, I learned many beautiful aspects of Islam from Anxious Muslimx. The religion is full of magic beyond anything I would have assumed. For those of you with cultural roots in Islam, I encourage you to explore the mysticism of some of its traditions if you haven’t already.
That doesn't mean that all who follow Islam are welcoming of witchcraft.
I was constantly challenged whenever I expressed my witchy side around Anxious Muslimx. Although they were adept to soft and simple holistic pleasures like crystal charm, herbal remedies, enchanting affirmations, and acknowledgement of higher being(s), Anxious Muslimx would question to energy around any unpopular pagan practice of mine. Candle magic, chanting, moon magic, channeling, scrying, and rootwork were all more or less frowned upon. Whenever I did do something witchy, I could feel their judgement and eventually I became discouraged from the craft. I practiced less and less until I didn’t practice at all.
Anxious Muslimx was an empath, for sure. No doubt. But often times, they would claim that my energy or the energy I was working with was beneath their standards. Bad energy. Anxious Muslimx was... anxious. Based on the things they told me, I understand that much of their spiritual anxiety comes from fear mongering in their strict Muslim household. I never blamed them for their fear, but I realized that I was suppressing myself, neglecting my relationship with the Orisha and my ancestors to make accomadations for their anxiety.
We broke up. Not over this in particular... I’m not even 100% sure why Anxious Muslimx ended our relationship, but I am 100% content because now I have more room to explore myself and be myself. We both have growing to do </3
What I’m up to and why I’m back
Well, I’m here on Tumblr again for starters, haha!
These days I’m:
-delving deep into Hoodoo
-learning Spanish
-awaiting my DNA Results from Ancestry
-working as a full time community organizer and artist, part-time model
-spending time with myself and loving it! (no more relationships for a long time!)
As I’m following the trails of my roots as a witch and as a Black person, I’m unraveling so much. I’m asking and answering questions like:
- what does it mean to be a Black, queer witch?
- how I translate the Christian influences Hoodoo into language and practices that are LGBTQ-inclusive?
- what does Rootwork look like when it’s practiced in the Northeast?
- how will my spirituality grow and how will my understanding of magic shift once I learn what region my ancestors are from?
- when will I connect with other Black and Latinx witches for conjure meet-ups?
These are all the things I will be blogging from here on out. So, you can expect to see more posts from me. Maybe less aesthetic posts and more wordsy things like this. I hope you’re down to stick around!
I’ve got some new spells to share with you all <3 Much love. Much gratitude!
#black witch#African american witch#hoodoo witch#brujx#sorry letter#I'm back#hiatus letter#hiatus#afro witch#conjure#rootwork#storytime
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I haven't read Arya x Gendry in like ... 6 years. I caught up a bit this week. Here are some I really like!
[30 some fic recs after the jump]
post 8x01
Arya keeps looking for reasons to visit Gendry in the forge.
- mmh post episode askbox fic
Somewhere to Begin, MissAtomicBomb (mrs_nerimon)
The Stark sisters share a moment in the wake of some impactful reunions.
- lmao my most frequently used GoT tag was "westeROS" (remember Ros???) followed by "Stark famly dynamics." So Stark sisters hashing things out... my kryptonite
Beautiful & Deadly Sharp, vlaurie17
Learning to fight with a sword were some of Arya's best memories. Sansa, however, was hesitant.
“What do I do with it?”
“Stick ‘em with the pointy end,” Arya smirked.
Sansa just rolled her eyes, “Obviously."
- also Stark sisters revisiting being Vengeance-made-girls together and practising to knife someone
I'll sing for you, Ravenclawpride06
Set post 8x1. Gendry wants it bad. Arya wants it worse. Was going to more explicit but I left it vague, felt it fit better in the end. All the pining!
- I’m soft for the pining
This is my wish, crazychipmink
"As he studied the drawing she had given him, he slowly began to let himself believe that she was real and alive and well. He had thought about Arya so many times that the memory of her was worn in his mind. Fragile and faded, like a piece of parchment that had been read too many times. To tell the truth, sometimes, he couldn’t even remember what she looked like, only that she was the only thing he ever wanted, ever wished for.”
- season 8 episode companion fic series
- ao3 tag: weapons design processes are long and require many iterations
- “Davos assumed he was waiting to play his part in the great war to come, but in reality, Gendry was waiting for the next remarkable thing to happen to him. Perhaps if enough remarkable things happened to him, he would finally let himself believe that the most remarkable thing that had ever happened to him had happened.”
wow ok
Who are you waiting for? crazychipmink [incomplete]
"She had Arya’s face and Arya’s voice and even Arya’s smile. But despite all that, he felt like he had just spoken to a ghost. An unnatural ghost of Arya, pretending to be the girl he was in love with. Gendry had traveled to the end of the world to find her, but now that he finally had, she was gone."
- the angst universe evil twin version of the fic above
- we will take it bc we love to suffer
- and also bc the author promises "fluff" and "eventual romance" ok sounds real but ok
the thing with feathers, yanak324
If anyone is capable of bringing the old Arya back, it’s this man in front of her, which is precisely why she must walk away.
- a more (immediately) optimistic read of how Arya's in episode enactments of being No One might have gone
and in the end, jeeno2 [incomplete]
Five times Gendry Waters is an idiot and the one time he figures things out.
- Gendry being dumb is kind of a thing and I'm not always the biggest fan of how it plays out in fanon but this is sweet!
The She-Wolves of Winterfell, vixleonard
The pack survived. So has the Stark habit of keeping secrets.
- 2nd generation Stark girls. Arya's daughter matter-of-factly saying "Stark women don't get married" - a whole ass mood.
Mid-Battle, Mary_West
Sandor has something important to say to Gendry - if only Gendry can live long enough to hear it.
season 8 AU
My Lady sanctuary_for_all
Gendry and Arya find each other again.
(AKA the plotline Gendry deserved in 7X07)
- fic convention I am 100% here for: Arya scrabbling around Gendry's face looking for the seam.
fic convention I am 100000% here for: Arya throwing off her glove in order to do so and then holding her hands against his cheek
Nights are for You (or Five Times Arya Visits Gendry in the Forge and One Time Gendry Visits Arya in the Castle) ASwornStark
She hasn’t visited the forge since Jon returned home with the dragon bitch (the Stark sisters’ favored name for her) and him in tow.
- reunion fic
season 7
Before We Jump, MissAtomicBomb (mrs_nerimon)
Arya Stark's bastard boys bond on their way to the Wall.
- anything for some good rowing references and bastard subjectivity
earlier
laughing 'till our ribs get tough (that will never be enough), belasteals
"Gendry took one look and laughed so hard that wine came out of his nose, until Harwin gave him a thwack alongside his ear." - A Storm of Swords, Arya IV
(or, Gendry's POV on Acorn Hall)
- real ones can't get enough of book canon and Acorn Hall.
Butcher, elephant_eyelash
Gendry and Arya by the fire, discussing jacket potatoes and thinking murderous things.
- perfect meditation on food and hunger and care
Dissimulo, Somnio, jeeno2
She is no one, now. But still the boy with the black hair haunts her dreams.
- honestly the showrunners are cowards for not going there. let No One be Vagina Dentata Personified 2kwhenevertheBraavosiseasonsaired
post canon/canon divergent
Charcoal, elephant_eyelash
All about winter and feeling the cold.
- weird how I'm obsessed with self-loathing and wintry alienation and the weight of history and ancestry but also devotion also love. super weird totally unexpected
Five Things Gendry Only Says in the Dark, jeeno2
Where no one else can hear him.
- loneliness, shame, self-loathing. the important emotions. oh and spoiler alert some joy.
Like Wenda, Furious_Winter
"...she could ride with Gendry and be an outlaw, like Wenda the White Fawn in the songs."
- my favourite canon AUs are Arya and Gendry with the Brotherhood and my absolute favourites of those are when they are apart (who's ever heard of a marauding smith??) but have some of miserable bittersweet understanding and they glower at each other and make each other jealous and everything is unspoken but this is it this singular love they have for each other that doesn't quite work out. I've just realized that most of these recs are highkey angsty oops. anyway, this fic is like the most complete and perfect distillation of everything I want.
- also this is so richly detailed and complete in itself. immensely satisfying.
- yeah ok Furious_Winter is actually the master of post canon together but not Arya/Gendry love is not always enough fics. I'm just going to recommend all of them:
- The Wolf's Head Helm [The Starks are back in Winterfell and Sansa is Queen in the North. One day, Arya receives a gift from an old friend... - Arya is in Sansas's queensguard.]
- A Means To An End (incomplete) [Arya Stark has returned from Essos and has been staying at the Inn at the Crossroads. Things are not nearly as simple as she sees them. - fuck this one hurts so good]
- A Bastard At Heart [Arya and Gendry marry other people for the good of the kingdom 'cause they're self sacrificing like that. the last line took me outtt]
the truth is, baby you're all that I need, belasteals
“You were jealous,” he laughed, almost shocked. “Arya Stark of Winterfell, jealous of a whore.”
- sirens This One Is Not Angsty sirens
A Girl Meets a Boy, Hotpie
A girl takes a face; a girl takes a lover.
- possibly my favourite Crossroads Inn fic. love the Faceless Man stuff. love the detail of Needle having a smallest spot of rust, from Braavosi Steel Pox and Arya feeling a ways about it. love picking up the Melisandre thread.
So Easy To Love, Val_Creative
She misses Gendry's complaining, too enthralled with staring. "You smell like Dennett's underarms," Arya murmurs, leaning in, going for blunt honesty. Gendry opens his mouth, beginning to laugh, turning uproarious and smiling.
She's never seen anything more beautiful than this. More kissable than Gendry's mouth.
- the summary makes it seem like it's all kissing when there is actually a big chunk of plot - in service of eventual kissing, yes, - but! spoiler alert! they don't even get to it in this fic! not exactly
- maybe why I love it a lot??
With Bells in Her Hair, semicolonlife [incomplete]
The further south they travel the more Gendry starts to wonder if he truly knows this woman who wears Arya Stark's face. As he begins to doubt himself more and more, Gendry becomes obsessed with the strange bells she wears in her hair.
- ruthless slightly wonky Arya is my favourite Arya.
Wayfaring, Rainfallen
An accidental series centered on the same basic headcanon of how Gendry found himself in the North and how Arya found her way back to it.
- wolf girl Wolf Girl WOLF GIRL
Seen, sanctuary_for_all
Being important matters less than who you're important to.
- He wasn't sure what that verdict was, however, until she returned the unfinished sword to rest position with a deeply satisfied expression. "I am going to kill so many people with that sword." It was probably a bad sign for his long-term sanity that Gendry felt deeply complimented by that. "Happy to help."
my useless heart: pikachu face
- see! I like fluffy HEAs too
Hearts, sanctuary_for_all
Arya comes home to her family. (Future flash)
- look, I just think it's really important that even married and with children, Arya continues murdering people uwu
other AUs/misc
I'll Run (Run To You), belasteals
“You would rather marry a lowborn knight than a high lord, then?”
She grinned, all bared teeth and sharp eyes. “I’d rather marry no one at all, else I'd not play at this mummer’s farce.”
“What about the man who outruns you?”
“Nobody outruns me.”
(Greek mythology fusion: Arya as Atalanta, Gendry as Hippomenes. Arya vows only to marry the man who can outrun her in a footrace)
- Atalanta, Mononoke, Arya. same energy.
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