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[i-am-trying-my-best-okay]

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[yeoldenews]

A Guide to Historically Accurate Regency-Era Names

I recently received a message from a historical romance writer asking if I knew any good resources for finding historically accurate Regency-era names for their characters.

Not knowing any off the top of my head, I dug around online a bit and found there really isn’t much out there. The vast majority of search results were Buzzfeed-style listicles which range from accurate-adjacent to really, really, really bad.

I did find a few blog posts with fairly decent name lists, but noticed that even these have very little indication as to each name’s relative popularity as those statistical breakdowns really don't exist.

I began writing up a response with this information, but then I (being a research addict who was currently snowed in after a blizzard) thought hey - if there aren’t any good resources out there why not make one myself?

As I lacked any compiled data to work from, I had to do my own data wrangling on this project. Due to this fact, I limited the scope to what I thought would be the most useful for writers who focus on this era, namely - people of a marriageable age living in the wealthiest areas of London.

So with this in mind - I went through period records and compiled the names of 25,000 couples who were married in the City of Westminster (which includes Mayfair, St. James and Hyde Park) between 1804 to 1821.

So let’s see what all that data tells us…

To begin - I think it’s hard for us in the modern world with our wide and varied abundance of first names to conceive of just how POPULAR popular names of the past were.

If you were to take a modern sample of 25-year-old (born in 1998) American women, the most common name would be Emily with 1.35% of the total population. If you were to add the next four most popular names (Hannah, Samantha, Sarah and Ashley) these top five names would bring you to 5.5% of the total population. (source: Social Security Administration)

If you were to do the same survey in Regency London - the most common name would be Mary with 19.2% of the population. Add the next four most popular names (Elizabeth, Ann, Sarah and Jane) and with just 5 names you would have covered 62% of all women.

To hit 62% of the population in the modern survey it would take the top 400 names.

The top five Regency men’s names (John, William, Thomas, James and George) have nearly identical statistics as the women’s names.

I struggled for the better part of a week with how to present my findings, as a big list in alphabetical order really fails to get across the popularity factor and also isn’t the most tumblr-compatible format. And then my YouTube homepage recommended a random video of someone ranking all the books they’d read last year - and so I present…

The Regency Name Popularity Tier List

The Tiers

S+ - 10% of the population or greater. There is no modern equivalent to this level of popularity. 52% of the population had one of these 7 names.

S - 2-10%. There is still no modern equivalent to this level of popularity. Names in this percentage range in the past have included Mary and William in the 1880s and Jennifer in the late 1970s (topped out at 4%).

A - 1-2%. The top five modern names usually fall in this range. Kids with these names would probably include their last initial in class to avoid confusion. (1998 examples: Emily, Sarah, Ashley, Michael, Christopher, Brandon.)

B - .3-1%. Very common names. Would fall in the top 50 modern names. You would most likely know at least 1 person with these names. (1998 examples: Jessica, Megan, Allison, Justin, Ryan, Eric)

C - .17-.3%. Common names. Would fall in the modern top 100. You would probably know someone with these names, or at least know of them. (1998 examples: Chloe, Grace, Vanessa, Sean, Spencer, Seth)

D - .06-.17%. Less common names. In the modern top 250. You may not personally know someone with these names, but you’re aware of them. (1998 examples: Faith, Cassidy, Summer, Griffin, Dustin, Colby)

E - .02-.06%. Uncommon names. You’re aware these are names, but they are not common. Unusual enough they may be remarked upon. (1998 examples: Calista, Skye, Precious, Fabian, Justice, Lorenzo)

F - .01-.02%. Rare names. You may have heard of these names, but you probably don’t know anyone with one. Extremely unusual, and would likely be remarked upon. (1998 examples: Emerald, Lourdes, Serenity, Dario, Tavian, Adonis)

G - Very rare names. There are only a handful of people with these names in the entire country. You’ve never met anyone with this name.

H - Virtually non-existent. Names that theoretically could have existed in the Regency period (their original source pre-dates the early 19th century) but I found fewer than five (and often no) period examples of them being used in Regency England. (Example names taken from romance novels and online Regency name lists.)

Just to once again reinforce how POPULAR popular names were before we get to the tier lists - statistically, in a ballroom of 100 people in Regency London: 80 would have names from tiers S+/S. An additional 15 people would have names from tiers A/B and C. 4 of the remaining 5 would have names from D/E. Only one would have a name from below tier E.

Women's Names

S+ Mary, Elizabeth, Ann, Sarah      

S - Jane, Mary Ann+, Hannah, Susannah, Margaret, Catherine, Martha, Charlotte, Maria

A - Frances, Harriet, Sophia, Eleanor, Rebecca

B - Alice, Amelia, Bridget~, Caroline, Eliza, Esther, Isabella, Louisa, Lucy, Lydia, Phoebe, Rachel, Susan

C - Ellen, Fanny*, Grace, Henrietta, Hester, Jemima, Matilda, Priscilla

D - Abigail, Agnes, Amy, Augusta, Barbara, Betsy*, Betty*, Cecilia, Christiana, Clarissa, Deborah, Diana, Dinah, Dorothy, Emily, Emma, Georgiana, Helen, Janet^, Joanna, Johanna, Judith, Julia, Kezia, Kitty*, Letitia, Nancy*, Ruth, Winifred>

E - Arabella, Celia, Charity, Clara, Cordelia, Dorcas, Eve, Georgina, Honor, Honora, Jennet^, Jessie*^, Joan, Joyce, Juliana, Juliet, Lavinia, Leah, Margery, Marian, Marianne, Marie, Mercy, Miriam, Naomi, Patience, Penelope, Philadelphia, Phillis, Prudence, Rhoda, Rosanna, Rose, Rosetta, Rosina, Sabina, Selina, Sylvia, Theodosia, Theresa

F - (selected) Alicia, Bethia, Euphemia, Frederica, Helena, Leonora, Mariana, Millicent, Mirah, Olivia, Philippa, Rosamund, Sybella, Tabitha, Temperance, Theophila, Thomasin, Tryphena, Ursula, Virtue, Wilhelmina

G - (selected) Adelaide, Alethia, Angelina, Cassandra, Cherry, Constance, Delilah, Dorinda, Drusilla, Eva, Happy, Jessica, Josephine, Laura, Minerva, Octavia, Parthenia, Theodora, Violet, Zipporah

H - Alberta, Alexandra, Amber, Ashley, Calliope, Calpurnia, Chloe, Cressida, Cynthia, Daisy, Daphne, Elaine, Eloise, Estella, Lilian, Lilias, Francesca, Gabriella, Genevieve, Gwendoline, Hermione, Hyacinth, Inez, Iris, Kathleen, Madeline, Maude, Melody, Portia, Seabright, Seraphina, Sienna, Verity

Men's Names

S+ John, William, Thomas

S - James, George, Joseph, Richard, Robert, Charles, Henry, Edward, Samuel

A - Benjamin, (Mother’s/Grandmother’s maiden name used as first name)#

B - Alexander^, Andrew, Daniel, David>, Edmund, Francis, Frederick, Isaac, Matthew, Michael, Patrick~, Peter, Philip, Stephen, Timothy

C - Abraham, Anthony, Christopher, Hugh>, Jeremiah, Jonathan, Nathaniel, Walter

D - Adam, Arthur, Bartholomew, Cornelius, Dennis, Evan>, Jacob, Job, Josiah, Joshua, Lawrence, Lewis, Luke, Mark, Martin, Moses, Nicholas, Owen>, Paul, Ralph, Simon

E - Aaron, Alfred, Allen, Ambrose, Amos, Archibald, Augustin, Augustus, Barnard, Barney, Bernard, Bryan, Caleb, Christian, Clement, Colin, Duncan^, Ebenezer, Edwin, Emanuel, Felix, Gabriel, Gerard, Gilbert, Giles, Griffith, Harry*, Herbert, Humphrey, Israel, Jabez, Jesse, Joel, Jonas, Lancelot, Matthias, Maurice, Miles, Oliver, Rees, Reuben, Roger, Rowland, Solomon, Theophilus, Valentine, Zachariah

F - (selected) Abel, Barnabus, Benedict, Connor, Elijah, Ernest, Gideon, Godfrey, Gregory, Hector, Horace, Horatio, Isaiah, Jasper, Levi, Marmaduke, Noah, Percival, Shadrach, Vincent

G - (selected) Albion, Darius, Christmas, Cleophas, Enoch, Ethelbert, Gavin, Griffin, Hercules, Hugo, Innocent, Justin, Maximilian, Methuselah, Peregrine, Phineas, Roland, Sebastian, Sylvester, Theodore, Titus, Zephaniah

H - Albinus, Americus, Cassian, Dominic, Eric, Milo, Rollo, Trevor, Tristan, Waldo, Xavier

# Men were sometimes given a family surname (most often their mother's or grandmother's maiden name) as their first name - the most famous example of this being Fitzwilliam Darcy. If you were to combine all surname-based first names as a single 'name' this is where the practice would rank.

*Rank as a given name, not a nickname

+If you count Mary Ann as a separate name from Mary - Mary would remain in S+ even without the Mary Anns included

~Primarily used by people of Irish descent

^Primarily used by people of Scottish descent

>Primarily used by people of Welsh descent

I was going to continue on and write about why Regency-era first names were so uniform, discuss historically accurate surnames, nicknames, and include a little guide to finding 'unique' names that are still historically accurate - but this post is already very, very long, so that will have to wait for a later date.

If anyone has any questions/comments/clarifications in the meantime feel free to message me.

Methodology notes: All data is from marriage records covering six parishes in the City of Westminster between 1804 and 1821. The total sample size was 50,950 individuals.

I chose marriage records rather than births/baptisms as I wanted to focus on individuals who were adults during the Regency era rather than newborns. I think many people make the mistake when researching historical names by using baby name data for the year their story takes place rather than 20 to 30 years prior, and I wanted to avoid that. If you are writing a story that takes place in 1930 you don’t want to research the top names for 1930, you need to be looking at 1910 or earlier if you are naming adult characters.

I combined (for my own sanity) names that are pronounced identically but have minor spelling differences: i.e. the data for Catherine also includes Catharines and Katherines, Susannah includes Susannas, Phoebe includes Phebes, etc.

The compound 'Mother's/Grandmother's maiden name used as first name' designation is an educated guesstimate based on what I recognized as known surnames, as I do not hate myself enough to go through 25,000+ individuals and confirm their mother's maiden names. So if the tally includes any individuals who just happened to be named Fitzroy/Hastings/Townsend/etc. because their parents liked the sound of it and not due to any familial relations - my bad.

I did a small comparative survey of 5,000 individuals in several rural communities in Rutland and Staffordshire (chosen because they had the cleanest data I could find and I was lazy) to see if there were any significant differences between urban and rural naming practices and found the results to be very similar. The most noticeable difference I observed was that the S+ tier names were even MORE popular in rural areas than in London. In Rutland between 1810 and 1820 Elizabeths comprised 21.4% of all brides vs. 15.3% in the London survey. All other S+ names also saw increases of between 1% and 6%. I also observed that the rural communities I surveyed saw a small, but noticeable and fairly consistent, increase in the use of names with Biblical origins.

Sources of the records I used for my survey: 

Ancestry.com. England & Wales Marriages, 1538-1988 [database on-line].

Ancestry.com. Westminster, London, England, Church of England Marriages and Banns, 1754-1935 [database on-line].

#history #regency #1800s #1810s #names #london #writing resources #regency romance #jane austen #bridgerton #bridgerton would be an exponentially better show if daphne's name was dorcas #behold - the reason i haven't posted in three weeks

[safety-pin-punk]

Punk 101: A Guide To Critical Thinking

We all know that critical thinking is important, and it's something that any punk will tell you is an essential component of advocacy and pushing for societal changes. But, what exactly is critical thinking? As defined by the dictionary, it's “the objective analysis and evaluation of an issue in order to form a judgment”. And that's a good, short definition! But it can make the act of thinking critically seem a bit hard and over complicated for some people. So lets phrase it in a way that seems more manageable:

Critical Thinking is the act of taking in information, understanding it, and forming or connecting ideas because of it

Sounds easy enough, right! So then what are the steps one has to take in order to be a critical thinker? I’m glad you asked! Here's a list in no particular order:

Learn About Things - In order to fully understand information and evidence, you need to know about the topic! Whether the issue is social justice or environmental protection, you need to have a base knowledge on the topic in order to form opinions on it. Researching topics on your own or taking classes are great ways to get informed!

Recognize Bias From The Source And Prejudices From Yourself - No source of information will ever be without bias. A good example of this is how different new networks discuss the same event. One might praise it, while another says it was bad. When trying to understand the information to form your own opinions, it's important to separate the information from the biases of the source. In general, it's good to remember that a pure fact is just the information without an opinion attached to it. On a similar note, you also need to be aware of your own bias! When you form opinions, ask yourself *why* you have that opinion. Do you have a reason? If you were to have grown up with different life experiences, do you think your opinion would be different?

Go Straight To The Original Source - A good way to try and avoid bias is to go to the original source. Maybe news network A and news network B have differing opinions on a Tumblr post. Instead of trying to navigate those conflicting opinions to find the facts about the post, you can just go straight to the post itself!

How Reliable Is The Source And The Evidence - How much should you trust the source that you got the information from? Do they have a reputation of giving factual information? Can you find the information on any other sources? Or maybe someone is yelling about something online, but they’ve failed to add a link. It might make sense to trust what a well established researcher says without a source for their information, but maybe not some random person on twitter. Even if you have a primary source for where the information came from, it’s good to be cautious of the information itself. Sometimes false information is spread around on purpose or because of misunderstandings. 

What Is Being Excluded - Because biases exist, it is always possible that the source you are getting your information from is excluding more information either by accident or on purpose. To avoid missing information about a topic, it's good to check multiple sources and see if any have information that the others didn’t. A simple example of this would be two children playing on a playground. Child A pushes Child B, who gets hurt. When asked about what happened, Child A would say that Child B got hurt, but exclude the fact that it was their fault to avoid getting in trouble. Meanwhile, Child B and any bystanders would likely provide that information. 

What Is The Other Side Of The Issue And Why Does It Exist - You don’t have to agree with other sides of an argument, but it’s very important to be able to understand what they are, who thinks that way, and why they think that way. This will help you to see other points of view and counter any points they make in a discussion with understanding rather than anger or frustration. This is also important because it can expand your own opinions and judgments on a topic. Maybe the other side has points that you have never considered before, but now thinking about them has developed your own beliefs.

Avoid Black And White Thinking - Remember that the world does not exist in a good/bad duality. Everything will have problems, and the things that have problems might even have benefits. The world and its problems exist on a grayscale. To incorporate this into your thinking, try to understand *why* someone or something is doing something, the impacts it may have on multiple different communities, who it helps, and who it hinders. It's important to understand all facets of something before you form your opinion, otherwise you may be lacking very important details.

Don’t Forget To Fact Check - Never trust just one source, no matter how reliable it is! I usually recommend finding the information from at least 3 different sources before you confirm whether it's true or not!

Be Willing To Change Your Mind - Part of being a critical thinker that is often forgotten about is remembering to keep an open mind. Because critical thinking is based on the practice of learning new information, understanding it, and then forming/linking ideas, it is an opportunity to grow and change. You may start out advocating for one thing, but then through time, experience, and thinking, end up advocating for something slightly (or majorly) different. That is more than okay, and it's a sign of growth and maturity!

Resources to help learn how to think critically:

The Foundation for Critical Thinking https://www.criticalthinking.org/pages/index-of-articles/1021/

The University of Tennessee https://www.utc.edu/academic-affairs/walker-center-for-teaching-and-learning/thinkachieve/critical-thinking-resources

The Element of Thought https://theelementsofthought.org/further-exploration/links/thinking/

The Better Future Program https://www.betterfutureprogram.org/liberation-library.html

My entire masterlist can be found here!!

#punk 101 #add to masterlist #critical thinking #okay so it wasnt out by jan 6 but in my defense my dad is currently radioactive ☢️ #also. i didnt proof read because TIRED and lifes been wack so have fun with that

[allthingsfangirl101]

Her Voice–Steve Harrington

Steve woke up to someone reciting different mathematical formulas. He looked around, completely and utterly confused. He continued to listen to the voice as they memorized those formulas that seemed a little familiar to Steve.

He got ready for the day, the voice not stopping. Whoever it was whose voice he was hearing, was clearly nervous about a calculus test she had today. Steve wished he could say something to help calm her down. As he drove to school, he listened to her go through her study guide.

It was clear to Steve that she was going to pass the test. He couldn't help but smile as he listened to her continue to mumble her formulas. Once he got to school, he ignored his friends and focused on listening to her voice.

"Hey."

Steve jumped when the locker next to his was kicked. He looked over to see Carol and Tommy smirking at him.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Us?" Carol giggled. "What about you?"

"You were just having an intense staring contest with your locker," Tommy scoffed.

"I was just. . ." Steve said, clearing his throat. "I started. . ."

"Let me guess," Carol said in a sing-songy voice, "you started hearing Her Voice."

"Ohhhhhhhh," Tommy laughed. "Can she hear your voice yet?"

"I don't know," Steve shrugged as he shoved things into his locker. He lowered his voice as he added, "I haven't tried yet."

Tommy just scoffed as he hit Steve's shoulder and walked away. Carol was about to follow him but stopped.

"Hey," she said, the tone of her voice changing. "I know this is all scary and overwhelming, but it's not meant to be bad. Once you start hearing their voice, it's up to you if you want to reach out. And once you do, you won't regret it."

"You sound like you come from experience."

He meant it as a joke but he stopped laughing when he saw the look on her face. "You've reached out to yours?" Steve asked. He glanced over at Tommy before looking back at Carol. "And it isn't Tommy?"

"Before you give me the protective-best-friend act," she sighed, "relax. It's not like I've done anything or cheated on Tommy."

"I believe you," Steve shrugged. To be honest, he didn't really care about Carol's and Tommy's relationship. It's always been more. . . sexual than anything else.

"Besides, sometimes it's nice having someone to talk to about real things," Carol added before finally leaving to go catch up with Tommy. Steve thought about what she said as he slowly closed his locker. He leaned against it and debated. He took a shaky breath as he decided to just go for it.

Good luck on your test, he thought.

He was walking to class, his heart practically in his throat. It officially made the jump when he heard a small chuckle.

Thanks, her voice came through softly.

                                * * * * *

Steve froze when he heard his soulmate's voice again. This time, it sounded different. It sounded nearby. He looked around, searching for the source of the voice in his head. He stopped, his heart jumping into his throat when his eyes finally landed on her.

He recognized her as Y/N. She and Steve have grown up together. Not as friends. Not even really as acquaintances. They've been in several classes together every year growing up. He knew of her, but he didn't really know her.

Could she be the one? Is nerdy Y/N really his soulmate?

Right as she looked up, he quickly tucked into the nearest hallway. He held his breath, not sure where to go or what to do.

There was no way she was going to accept him. Y/N has never gotten a B on anything. Steve is barely passing his classes.

Why would Hawkins High's smartest student want anything to do with the basketball jockey known for his three-throws and hair?

And what was he supposed to do? Walk over to her, interrupt her studying for one of her AP classes, and ask if she wanted to go out with a C-average student?

He ran his fingers through his hair as he rounded the corner. His stomach bungee jumped into his stomach when he ran into someone. The chord broke when Steve looked up and saw Y/N staring at him.

"Hi," he stuttered.

"Sorry," she stuttered, looking down at the textbooks in her arms. Steve felt weird when he saw how tightly she was holding her books. "I wasn't looking where I was going. I'm sorry, Steve."

"It wasn't your fault," he said quickly. "I was the moron who bolted around the corner. I know we don't really know each other, but are you alright?"

Y/N looked up at Steve "the Hair" Harrington, unable to hide her surprise.

"I'm fine," she said slowly. She tightened her hold on her books, unable to maintain eye contact with Steve. He wasn't offended by it. He thought it was adorable.

He opened his mouth to say something, but Y/N spoke up first. "I should probably. . . The bell is going to ring."

Steve stuttered as she walked past him. He needed to get her to stay. She was his soulmate.

"I heard you," Steve blurted. He held his breath as Y/N slowly turned around.

"What?"

"I heard you studying this morning," he said, the little bit of confidence he had now up in flames.

"This morning?" She stuttered. "Steve, what are you talking about?"

"I can hear your voice in my head, Y/N."

"No," she said under her breath. "Really? Because that means. . ."

"This morning you were reciting formulas," he explained. "You spent the entire way to school studying your notes and spouting off the formulas you clearly already had memorized."

"If you can hear me in your head. . . That means. . ."

Steve stepped a little closer to her, not wanting to throw himself at her. He slowly reached down and grabbed one of her hands. He gave her every chance to pull away. His chest tightened when she didn't move away from him.

"We're soulmates?" She asked, her voice under her breath as she looked up at him.

"It would seem so," Steve chuckled.

The two stared at each other, neither one of them really sure what to say. Y/N looked down and studied their intertwined hands. Her face burned, unable to stop herself from noticing how well their hands fit together.

"Now what?" She asked under her breath. "I know as soulmates we need to start thinking about what's next for us, but it seems kinda. . . Too soon."

"Then how about a date?"

Y/N looked up at Steve, completely shocked to see him smiling at her.

"Are you sure?" She stuttered.

"Of course," he shrugged, pulling her closer. "Instead of thinking about what's next and our future, let's focus on tonight. Dinner, just you and me so we can get to know each other better."

His stomach lurched when he saw the look on her face. "Is something wrong?" He asked.

"It's just. . ." She looked down at their hands, suddenly embarrassed. Steve reached over and used his other hand to lift her chin.

"Talk to me," he whispered. "Please, soulmate?"

Y/N blushed at the nickname. She took a shaky breath as she slowly gathered her courage. She didn't want to embarrass herself in front of her soulmate.

"Promise you won't laugh?"

"Of course not," Steve said quickly as he let go of her chin. "You can tell me anything. Do you not want to go out with me? Is it something Tommy said? Or Carol? Did Carol say something to you, Y/N?"

"No," she stuttered, surprised by his sudden anger toward his friends. "It's just. . . It's a school night. I don't want to be out late."

Y/N held her breath as she waited for Steve to laugh in her face. Instead, he smiled as he pulled her closer. He wrapped his arms around Y/N's waist and smirked when he felt her book pressed between them.

"Good point," he said without an ounce of judgment. "How about Friday night?"

"I could do Friday night," Y/N shrugged. She bit her bottom lip, hesitating. When she found the courage she added, "We don't have to wait until then."

"What did you have in mind?"

"Lunch tomorrow?" She offered.

"I'll meet you out here."

Y/N's stomach dropped. She was about to pull away but couldn't move. "Because you don't want to be seen with me," she mumbled, studying her shoes.

"No!" Steve said quickly. He grabbed her chin again, making her look up at him. "Y/N, I'm not embarrassed to be seen with you."

"Then why do you want to have lunch in the quad and not inside with everyone else?"

"Because I wanted to be able to focus on learning everything about you without being interrupted by stupid people," Steve said, dropping his voice and slowly letting go of her face. "Let me make something perfectly clear to you. I'm not embarrassed that you're my soulmate, Y/N. I'm embarrassed that I'm your soulmate."

"Wait, what? You're embarrassed for me?" Y/N asked under her breath.

"Because you're the smartest girl in school," Steve chuckled, "and your soulmate is a basketball star that is barely passing his classes."

"I could help you study," she shrugged. Steve pulled her in closer, tightening his arms around her waist. He smiled as she slowly snaked her arm that wasn't holding her book around his neck.

"You'd really be willing to do that?"

"Of course," she smiled. "Sometimes it's easier to. . ."

Steve cut her off by gently kissing her. She sucked in a breath, surprised by his sudden burst of confidence. It took her a second but she eventually started kissing him back.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, breaking the kiss. "I told myself we would take this slow. Whatever lace you want. The last thing I want to do is push you or force you. . ."

It was Y/N's turn to cut him off. She stood on her toes and pressed her lips to his. Steve instantly kissed her back, tightening his arms around her as their lips moved in sync. They broke apart, both of them out of breath.

"So lunch tomorrow?" Y/N asked, her voice soft. Steve smiled as he reached up and tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear.

"I promise," he said sweetly, "I won't be late."

#steve harrington #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things #joe keery #joe keery imagines

[agnerd-bot]

Fate Fanservant: Cinderella, Queen of All Fairy Tales(Ruler)

Ascension Stages:

First Stage: Cinderella is clad in an older, ragged cloak that covers most of her body. Faint hints of a scar can be seen on the left side of her face, but she has drawn her hood up to hide it from the world. Her clothes are older, ill-fitting and tearing in several places, but a faint aura of gold and white seems to surround her even in this state.

Second Stage: The cloak has been removed, and Cinderella is now dressed in a torn jacket and pants, parts of her body covered in bandages. On her body are several burn marks of black and red, covering a fair amount of her body. Her hair is pulled back, revealing a burn scar on the left side of her face. Most notably, her arms and legs have been burned almost completely black, akin to molten rock. Fire dances at her fingertips, and her face has taken a more downcast expression.

Final Stage: Cinderella’s ragged and torn clothes have been replaced with an ornate white and blue dress, and silver gloves and stockings with golden trim adorn her arms and legs. A pair of glass slippers gleam upon her feet, and a silver anklet shines on her leg. In her hands are a sword and shield made of the very same magical glass. Adorning her figure are various panes of glass, hovering around her to defend. Her scars are in full display now beneath the glass, but she bears her wounds with pride rather than shame.

Theme:

First Ascension: I Dreamed A Dream (From "Les Misérables")

Queen of Fairy Tales Theme: Florence + the Machine - Dog Days Are Over

Battle Theme: Love the Subhuman Self [With Lyrics] (Millia Theme) - Guilty Gear Strive OST

Grand Battle Theme(VS Fenrir Riding Hood): Death Battle: Fireborn (From the Rooster Teeth Series) 

Traits:

Class: Ruler

Alternate Class: Saber, Rider, Caster, Shielder

True Name: Cinderella/Rhodopis

Source: Fairy Tales

Region: Worldwide

Alignment: Lawful Good Attribute: Star

Known as: ATU 510A, Aschenputtel, Doricha, Le Fresne, Cenerentola, Cendrillon, Finette Cendron, Vasilisa, Ċiklemfusa, Katie Woodencloak, Ashey Pelt, Trembling, Nyasha, Settareh, Maha, Yè Xiàn, Tám, Chūjō-hime, Nagami, Damura, Bawang Putih, Jouanah, Pear Blossom, Maria, Oochigeaskw, The Cinder Maid, The Queen of All Fairy Tales, The Persecuted Heroine, Dream and Dreamer, Guardian of Happily Ever After

Voice Actress: Yuu Asakawa

Deck: QQABB

Parameters:

Strength: B- Endurance: A++ Agility: B+ Mana: A+ Luck: EX NP: EX

Passive Skills:

Blessing of True Magic EX:

As a Servant intrinsically tied to magical powers protecting and guiding her, Cinderella boasts a Magic Resistance surpassed only by deities and saints. Her Magic Resistance grants her the ability to nullify nearly any spell used against her, barring any extreme circumstances. As a Servant who embodies the concept of 'happily ever after', any attempts at trying to destroy said happy ending will be outright nullified completely.

Interestingly, Cinderella's Blessing of True Magic seems to be a hybrid of an innate resistance to magical powers afforded to her by her status as a Ruler-class, and an unknown outside source of magical energy protecting her at all times. It is through this combination of her abilities that her Magic Resistance is so unusually high in comparison to most Servants.

(FGO Effect:) -Increases own debuff resistance by 25%. -Increases own buff removal resistance by 25%. -Grants self Buff Block immunity. -Charges own NP gauge by 7.5% when attacking with Buster Cards.

Item Construction(Fairy Tale) B:

As much of Cinderella's tale involves the use of magic to produce fanciful dresses, slippers of gold and glass, wondrous carriages, and so much more, she has the Item Construction skill applied to her by default. Using her magic, she can create numerous items out of seemingly nothing but junk or vegetation lying around the area, and can even transmute living creatures into other entities, such as changing mice and dogs into humans, or woodland creatures into mighty stallions.

However, many of these items can only last for a limited time, vanishing in a matter of hours, or even less, depending on how much power she puts into creating these items. When these items are present, though, they are often of the highest quality materials and efficiency, even when they are made from actual garbage.

(FGO Effect:) -Increases own buff success rate by 8%. -Increases own critical star generation rate by 8%.

Riding A+:

Due to her nature as a woman who can capture the heart of any beast or animal she chooses, Cinderella has an incredibly high Riding skill, even when manifesting as a Ruler Class Servant. Even the most rowdy of Phantasmal Beasts or Dragon Kind are willing to lend her their aid for short periods of time, with only almighty Divine Beasts being able to stand outside of her influence. If no animals are available for her to ride, she can also temporarily create steeds in the form of pumpkins, vines, and other inanimate objects.

Despite her unmatched talents at taming animals and plants, she often struggles with managing more modern vehicles compared to other Servants, hence why she lacks an EX Rank. This has done nothing to discourage her from trying, however, and she often dreams of being able to use more modern vehicles by herself someday.

“A motorcycle... So cool...! Yes, I will definitely learn how to use one someday! ...I hope.”

(FGO Effect:) -Increases own Quick performance by 12%.

On the Border of Reality and Fantasy EX:

In contrast to her husband, Prince Charming, who is a Servant that is wholly fictional, or to a Servant such as Marie Curie, who is undoubtedly a real person, Cinderella stands in a unique position. While the character of Cinderella is undoubtedly one borne from fantasy and fairy tales, records do show that there was once a person who existed that inspired one of the first versions of Cinderella: Rhodopis, a hetaera from the Sixth Century BC who served as a slave to the storyteller Aesop, and eventually married the King of Egypt.

Reality and Fantasy, Truth and Lies, Fact and Fiction. Cinderella is both and neither, an anomaly that walks along their borders without faltering. As a consequence of this dual existence, Cinderella stands outside of the usual constraints of the Summoning System. Even in a Singularity where heroes and fantasies have all but died, and even in a reality where no traces of Mana can hope to exist, Cinderella will still be able to manifest in some form.

She is both dream and dreamer, a fantasy who holds fantasies of her own, and a persecuted maiden that will forever wish for better things to come. The greatest heroine of all Fairy Tales, the almighty queen of stories new and old, to which all others must inevitably bow their heads to.

(FGO Effect:)  -Increases NP by 5% each turn. -Gain 5 Critical Stars each turn.

Queen of All Fairy Tales EX:

Among all other Fairy Tales, Cinderella is the one that can be most argued to be the most well-known throughout the world, with there being five hundred different variations known in Europe alone, and roughly eight hundred versions told around the world. Nearly any culture can look upon Cinderella and recognize her in some type of form. As a result, she has an ability akin to that of a Divine Core, a power granted to her by her status as Queen of All Fairy Tales.

As a Servant, Cinderella exists as an embodiment of the hopes and dreams of those who have suffered, those who have been lost, or those who feel trapped in a cruel and merciless life with which there seems to be no escape from.  She is the very concept of 'a miracle', someone who was able to escape her own horrible life and lay claim to her own happily ever after in the end. While her combat ability in her own stories was essentially nonexistent, as a Servant, she stands among the strongest to ever live due to how her story resonates with nearly all people across the world.

However, it is not power that grants her the legendary title, but rather her heart. Even in the face of the cruelty she was subject to for ages, her will was never truly broken. Even after years of abuse and hardship, she never truly lost her kindness.

A story so beloved and so enduring that multiple cultures can come up with it simultaneously and tell it in different ways, a story where the good are rewarded and escape their suffering, and where the wicked are stopped and made powerless, and a story where an abused, innocent girl is allowed her happily ever after.

(FGO Effect:)  -Increases own damage by 300. -Decreases damage taken by 300.

Active Skills:

The Persecuted Heroine EX:

After the death of her mother, Cinderella's father remarried to a wicked and cruel stepmother, who brought in her evil but beautiful stepdaughters. They stripped her of her clothes, forced her to eat and live in the kitchen, and made a slave of her, forcing her to work day and night at impossible tasks and making her sleep by the hearth in order to stay warm. When she woke up covered in cinders, her family gave her the mocking name of 'Cinderella'.

However, despite the suffering she had to go through, she still had a safe refuge in both the hazel tree she had planted by her mother's grave and the animals that she had befriended with her good heart. Through them, she was able to accomplish the impossible tasks her stepmother gave her each and every day, and with their gifts, she was able to attain the happiness she was denied in the end.

This manifests as a skill akin to Animal Communication, where Cinderella can communicate with wildlife as easily as one can communicate with people. Unlike Animal Communication, where the animals gain no real increase in intellect, this skill enchants the animals with magic, granting them greater thinking comparable to that of humanity and empowering them with magical abilities on par with an Anti-Army Noble Phantasm, allowing Cinderella to properly direct them in combat or combine them with her own magic. Or simply ask them to help her with chores.

Among the closest connections Cinderella has with her animal companions is that of a lone eagle, the very same bird from the tale of Rhodopis that stole her sandal and dropped it into the lap of the king. Even if no one else would answer her call, this noble bird will always come to aid her, even at the end of days.

(FGO Effect:) -Increase critical damage for all allies. -Gains critical stars based on the number of Animal-Characteristic allies. -Reduces own critical star absorption for 1 turn[Demerit].

The Stroke of Midnight B:

As the fairy tale goes, the magical dress and coach that was granted to Cinderella were astonishingly miraculous. They outshone every other person at the ball, gaining the attention and catching the heart of the kingdom's prince. She shone as if she was a beautiful angel from Heaven, and at the ball, her grace and beauty that was constantly trod upon by her abusive family was allowed to truly shine for the world to see. That night, her heart was filled with a happiness she hadn't known in the years since her mother had passed away. However, the magic was not meant to last, with it all fading away at the stroke of midnight. And so, Cinderella had to run far away to her home before the magic faded completely, hiding in a tree until the prince had lost her trail.

This part of her legend manifests as the ability to boost her magical energy reserves to great heights, greatly ramping up both her offensive and defensive prowess and overclocking her parameters and skills so that they all jump up by several ranks. However, this skill is limited in that it only works during the night, and is destined to disappear once the clock strikes twelve at midnight. Furthermore, this skill can only be used once every day, meaning that after those three uses have passed, she can no longer activate this ability.

(FGO Effect:) -Charges own NP Gauge. -Grants party Invincibility for one turn. -If there is a 'Fae' Servant on the field, apply Debuff Immune to self(one time). -After three turns, apply Stun to self(one turn)[Demerit].

What Has Been Lost, Now Returned EX:

The embodiment of 'Happily Ever After', the most famous aspect of Cinderella was when the Prince reunited with her, returning the glass slipper that she had left behind. After the Prince and Cinderella wed, she was able to leave the life of pain and misery behind, and embrace her own happy ending, no longer bound by the cruelty and wickedness of her family, who were left exposed as the evil people they were.

As the Queen of All Fairy Tales, Cinderella's power is to ensure that the suffering and downtrodden are granted their happy endings, and that the evil and cruel get their just rewards. As a result, Cinderella has the ability to resist 'alterations' to her own story, akin to an Avenger’s Oblivion Correction. She can resist any attempts at temporal disruption such as Red Riding Hood's own plot to distort her own fairy tale, as well as see when alterations to the story have been made. However, this ability is limited in that she cannot immediately discern the source of these alterations, but merely see that something has been altered.

(FGO Effect:) -Increase attack of all Fairy Tale and Phantom Servants for three turns. -Increase defense of all Fairy Tale and Phantom Servants for three turns. -Apply Guts to all Fairy Tale Servants(two times, five turns).

Noble Phantasms:

Noble Phantasm: Truyện Bất Tử - The Story That Forever Calls You

Rank: B Maximum Targets: 1 Range: —

Classification: Anti-Unit(Self)

A passive Noble Phantasm borne from the Vietnamese fairy tale, "The Story of Tấm and Cám". It is said that after Tám's stepmother and stepsister murdered her out of jealousy for marrying the sovereign, the fair maiden reincarnated multiple times in many different forms to reunite with her betrothed, ranging from a lovely oriole, two gentle peach trees, a wooden loom, burning ashes, a golden apple, before finally being reborn as Tấm herself as she took vengeance upon her wicked stepmother and stepsister for their treachery.

This legend manifests itself as a unique ability. Much like how her husband, Prince Charming, embodies 'the hero that will always triumph over evil', Cinderella embodies 'the maiden who will always escape from her torment'. Cinderella's very existence is innately tied to that of mankind's own hopes and dreams for a better ending. So long as there are people that desire their wishes to come true, there will be a Cinderella to answer their call as their champion. As a Servant that embodies dreamers and fantasies, Cinderella will always be reborn, just as her stories are told again and again. Even when her enemies kill her again and again, Cinderella will find a way to return and reclaim what was stolen from her, outright forcing the World to allow her back in through sheer will.

This Noble Phantasm does have its limitations, however. It is not a 'true' immortality like that of the Monkey King Sun Wukong or the Lunar Rabbit Yù Tù. Rather, with this reincarnation ability, she lacks a 'concept of death', akin to the Primordial Mother, albeit on a lesser scale, so in theory, an attack akin to the First Hassan's Azrael could stop her reincarnation and render her mortal.

Nevertheless, even in the face of death and darkness, the Persecuted Heroine will continue to stand, the last line of defense for all who have looked up at the night sky and dreamed.

Noble Phantasm: La Colère de Cendrillon - The Hate That Forever Binds You

Rank: A Maximum Targets: 1 Range: —

Classification: Anti-Unit(Self)

In her tales told in Europe, Cinderella gained her name from the fact that her body was often covered by dust and ash from working so hard for her family without rest without any thanks or respite. She wasn’t even allowed to sleep in a bed like the rest of the family, instead being forced to sleep by the fireplace for warmth. The cruelty of her family weighed heavily on her soul, but not once could she ever let loose her sorrows or her frustrations, or else she would be turned out onto the streets. For years, Cinderella was forced to endure years of physical, emotional, and financial abuse, holding her tongue for fear of reprisal, only escaping thanks to the work of her mother's hazel tree.

But even the miraculous fortune granted to her could not rid her of her own bitterness and self-loathing. Even marrying a prince who loved her with all his heart could not erase her past or let her forget her suffering. The pain she had to live through followed her like a scourge all her life, even in her ‘Happily Ever After’. As a Servant, this anger manifests as the very cinders that gave her her name, with her arms and legs being burned pitch-black and crackling like flame. The fires she wields are the embodiment of the grief and rage she was never able to truly express under her family’s thumb. If Cinderella needs to take a stand and fight, she can unleash torrents of fire from her limbs that grow even stronger the more violent her emotions grow, and burn far longer and hotter than any normal fires ever would, and are intense enough to burn an enemy’s very existence to ash.

However, despite the sheer power of this Noble Phantasm, it comes at a great cost to her as well. If Cinderella were to let her own self-loathing and rage consume her utterly, she would risk losing herself completely to her own darkest parts, becoming a raging flame that would burn the World itself to ash and cinders, before ultimately burning herself away along with it.

Cinderella herself dislikes using this Noble Phantasm, as she believes it is emblematic of everything wrong about her, everything she hates about herself, and the ultimate proof that her family was right about her.

Noble Phantasm: Pantofola di Vetro - The Gift That Finally Frees You

Rank: A+ Maximum Targets: 1 Range: —

Classification: Anti-World(Self)

Cinderella’s second Noble Phantasm, the evolved version of La Colère de Cendrillon, manifesting as her main armaments as the Queen of All Fairy Tales. The resentful flames and ashes of her abusive past having been tempered and cooled. The toxic ashes and burning fires that surrounded her at all times when she was younger have been transformed into a beautiful armor spun from magical glass, the fabled gift that set her free from her abusive home life. No longer is she harmed by her own self-loathing or resentment, but rather shields herself with the dignity and grace of a queen.

As the story goes, among the items that Cinderella was gifted when she was dressed up to go to the ball, the most eye-catching and famous was the pair of glass slippers she wore, perfectly molded to fit her and her alone. When Cinderella fled the ball at the stroke of midnight, she ended up leaving one of her glass slippers behind in her flight home. It was through this same glass slipper that the prince was able to find her again, searching throughout the land to find the one girl in all the kingdom who would match the slipper. When the prince reunited with Cinderella, she was granted the one thing she was never gifted throughout her life: an escape from the hell that was her family’s abuse, mockery, and neglect, and she was given a chance to pursue her own happiness after years of torment and sadness, finally being able to smile again.

As a Servant, this part of her story manifests as enchanted glass armor, far more sturdy than its fragile appearance would suggest. This mystical glass repels evil, and automatically protects Cinderella from any attack ranked A+ or lower, much like Heracles's God Hand, ensuring that Cinderella is effectively immune to any attack not outright ranked at EX, and any attack that does manage to bypass these defenses are severely reduced in power. While Heracles's God Hand grants him 'a body that knows no death', Cinderella's Glass Slipper gifts her 'a shield that will push through the darkness', triumphing over every trial and tribulation the world seeks to throw at her in order to reach her own 'happily ever after'. Combined with her Blessing of True Magic skill, Cinderella’s incredible defenses allow her to outright nullify almost any attack thrown at her, allowing her to advance forward even in the face of the most terrifying monsters. So mighty is this armor that it can even withstand blows from Prince Charming’s almighty Marmyadose, though the chances of Cinderella and Prince Charming ever fighting one another in battle are well and truly impossible.

In conjunction with her powerful armor, Cinderella can also create constructs made out of this same enchanted glass, from a nigh-invulnerable shield that can halt even Divine Weapons, a powerful horse and carriage comparable to Dragonkind, pillars of spun glass that can rise past even the tallest mountains, to even an entire enchanted forest and castle to serve as a fortress against enemies as powerful as Fenrir Riding Hood. If Cinderella needs to enter combat directly, she can even focus the magic-negating properties of her glass armor into a gleaming blade that can carve through even enemies from the Age of Gods.

This Noble Phantasm is a near-perfect defense, a bulwark against all who would seek to give the story a wicked and unjust end. Just as La Colère de Cendrillon has the ability to reduce the World to ash and cinders, Pantofola di Vetro has the ability to shield the World from all villainy and dangers. The last and greatest line of defense for humanity’s dreamers.

Noble Phantasm: Once Upon a Time - The Stories That Are Carried With YouRank: E-A++Maximum Targets: —Range: —

Classification: Anti-Narrative

An almighty Noble Phantasm that serves as a record of human history itself, and the twin to Prince Charming’s own Ever After. This technique functions similar to that of Gilgamesh's Gate of Babylon and Menes' Imperial Privilege, being a manifestation of all of mankind’s accomplishments. While the King of Heroes has an armory of all the weapons mankind has made and will ever make, and Menes has the capability to replicate any and all physical attributes she has witnessed, Cinderella's Noble Phantasm allows her to reach directly into the Throne of Heroes, bypassing the typical Summoning Rituals or defenses placed upon it by the World to call upon a champion to fight in her name. Even heroes who have been long forgotten or anti-heroes abandoned and scorned by the world feel compelled to come to Cinderella's aid by this Noble Phantasm, and upon their arrival, their abilities are further enhanced even beyond a Servant's normal capabilities.

While Gilgamesh's Gate of Babylon is the embodiment of subjugation, and Menes' Imperial Privilege is the embodiment of domination, Cinderella's Once Upon a Time is the embodiment of human connection. It is not a forced summoning of a hero, like the Summoning System used by mages in the Grail Wars. Nor is it an emergency call to arms by the Counter Force in order to surmount an impossible foe. Rather, her charisma and honesty is enough to sway even the most steadfast and cruel of hearts, allowing her to call forth a champion who will fight to save the world without hesitation. Even in the face of impossible barriers to a Servant’s arrival such as Goetia’s Nega-Summon or Red Riding Hood’s Nega-Champion, a hero will be able to make their way through the darkness to hold the banner of humanity high. In summation, this Noble Phantasm is the very embodiment of the concept of 'Happily Ever After', a summoning of a great hero to save the day and vanquish evil.

"The world is cruel… The world is wicked… The world has produced much evil and sorrow… I should know. I have lived through it myself firsthand. But even then, I have faith in humanity. Faith that there is kindness even in the face of cruelty. Where there is good despite the wickedness. Where there can be happiness and joy even when hatred and sadness seems so insurmountable. Most of all… I believe you truly can save the world and give it a happy ending."

Noble Phantasm: Ewig Sanfter Haselnussbaum - The Love That Never Leaves YouRank: EXMaximum Targets: 1Range: —Classification: Anti-Narrative(Self)

In almost every version of the Cinderella story that has been told, there is one unifying factor between them all: a benefactor, sometimes magical, sometimes mundane, that nonetheless arrives in the heroine’s darkest hour in order to bless her with a miracle. In some stories, it is the heroine’s fairy godmother or an angel come to reward her for her piety and kindness. In other stories, it is an animal such as a divine eagle or golden fish. In other stories, it is a powerful witch or almighty god who seeks to test the heroine’s goodness and charity. Whatever the form or shape the mystical helper takes, they serve as the ultimate reward for the heroine’s pure soul and righteous heart.

In particular, this Noble Phantasm takes the form of the hazel tree that Cinderella planted by her mother's grave, where all her fortunes sprang from, and the only place she ever felt safe as a child upon her mother’s passing. In reality, this hazel tree is the very soul of her deceased mother possessing the hazel tree planted at her grave, continuing to provide for her long after her passing. While she passed away at a young age, her determination to bring her child happiness was strong enough to possess the tree that Cinderella had planted at her mother’s grave. This tree gave her the ability to commune with animals to serve as her protectors and helpers. It gave her her lovely dress with which she arrived at the ball, outshining any other beauty in the room. It gave her magical powers of her own when the time was needed to protect the world she loved, pushing her to be a shining light even in the darkest hours. Even now, she still watches over her daughter as her Noble Phantasm, serving as the source of all the incredible magic Cinderella has at her disposal, and a guardian who will answer her call when she is needed.

When called upon by Cinderella, her Noble Phantasm manifests as a massive tree in the shape of a woman towering over even the almighty wolf of Ragnarok, Fenrir. This treant will not hesitate to attack anything and everything that wishes to do Cinderella harm, fighting with the relentlessness and love of a true mother’s love and will, whether it be summoning animals to maul her enemies, or merely crushing her opponents with her mighty branches. The hazel tree is fully capable of acting without Cinderella's commands, and indeed has a mind of its very own, able to take action even when Cinderella herself has been incapacitated. Anything and everything that is even remotely a threat to Cinderella is an enemy, and all enemies of Cinderella must be destroyed without mercy.

However, despite the fearsome power of the hazel tree, it is not her physical abilities that make this Noble Phantasm such a terrifying one to face. Rather, it is the wishes that Cinderella holds. Much like how the hazel tree was able to create the impossible throughout the story, providing Cinderella a dress and shoes so she could find her true love, and helped her complete the impossible tasks set by her stepmother, so too will the hazel tree grant Cinderella's hopes when wished upon. So long as the wish made is selfless in nature, Cinderella's dreams will become reality. These wishes grow even more powerful the greater the impossibility of the act is, akin to Apollo 11’s own Noble Phantasm.

In essence, this Noble Phantasm is the very manifestation of the strongest magic to ever exist within a fairy tale: an act of true love

(FGO Effect:) -Increases own damage for every Fairy Tale Servant in the Party for three turns(includes back row). -Deal Heavy Anti-Evil damage to a single enemy(effect increases with Overcharge). -Increases own NP Gauge for every Fairy Tale Servant(includes back row). -Apply Anti-Purge Defense to self for three attacks, three turns.

Voice Lines(First and Second Ascension):

Summoned: Guten Tag, I am Aschenputtel, Ruler Class. Ah, sorry, you might be more used to my English name, Cinderella. I'm not that important of a Servant, and I don't really have anything that makes me special compared to other Servants, but I'll do my best to not let you down. Whatever you ask of me, I will accomplish to the best of my ability.

Level Up 1: Are you sure? I don't know if I'm the best one to be given this kind of power.

Level Up 2: Th... Thank you! I won't waste this opportunity!

1st Ascension: I'm sorry you have to look at me like this... My hands and feet, burned black due to tending the fires so much. It's hideous, I know... But thank you for keeping me around, all the same.

2nd Ascension: Will these ashes ever leave me be…? …no, I suppose I already know the answer to that, don’t I? Still… I’m glad that I can help you and your endeavors despite these terrible burns of mine.

Fight Start 1: *sigh* I suppose that I have no choice in the matter, do I?

Fight Start 2: I-I’m sorry to bother you, but can you help me out right now?

Fight Start 3: I admit that I’m not much of a partner… But can we dance all the same?

Skill 1: *whistles*

Skill 2: Just a moment, I’ll be right there!

Skill 3: If that is what is needed of me.

Command Card Select 1: I-I’m not really a fighter.

Command Card Select 2: My little friends, could you please help me?

Command Card Select 3: I’ll finish this task the best I can!

Noble Phantasm Select 1: Are you ready… To be consumed by the cinders…?!

Noble Phantasm Select 2: Ghhh… Haaaaaah… “That’s it… Feed the fires…”

Attack 1: U-um… Please don’t blind them this time.

Attack 2: Oh, thank you for your help!

Attack 3: Let’s go!

Attack 4: Eep!

Attack 5: I’m warning you… Please run!

Attack 6: BURN!

Attack 7: Haah… HAAAAAAH!

Attack 8: Let the cinders fall where they may.

Attack 9: Incinerate them…

Extra Attack 1: Sorry to disturb you, Sir Knight, but… (Lancelot: Think nothing of it, fair lady! Arondight OVERLOAD!!!)

Extra Attack 2: Pardon me, you two, but could you give me a lift? (Hessian Lobo: *howls*)

Extra Attack 3: I, um, hope you two don’t mind the sudden summons. (Miss Crane: A chance to work with the Cinderella?! EEEEEE! Habetrot: Nyahahaha! A tailor’s work is never done!)

Extra Attack 4: Time for a bit of cleaning, Lady Beni-Enma? (Beni-Enma: It can’t be helped, dechi.)

Extra Attack 5: Red Riding Hood… You’re helping me too? (Red Riding Hood: For now at the very least. *bang*)

Noble Phantasm 1:

P… Please…

Run away.

I… I can’t control it.

I don’t want to burn you… but I can’t hold back anymore.

La Colère de Cendrillon…!

Noble Phantasm 2:

Ngh… Ghh…

Get… AWAY…!

LA COLÉRE DE CENDRILLION!!!

Noble Phantasm 3:

“Don’t hold back anymore…”

“Hurt them. Hurt them just like they hurt you.”

“The pain… the misery… the sorrow… Let it all burn within you…”

“Let it consume every essence of your being… And let it consume them down to their very soul.”

“Let. It. Out.”

Damage from Noble Phantasm: I’m sorry…! I’m sorry!

Regular Damage: Kyah!

Defeated 1: I let… All of you down.

Defeated 2: I should’ve known better than to have come here…

Victory 1: I won?! I-I mean, I won!

Victory 2: I’m sorry… I hope your story has a better ending in the next life..

Bond Level 1: *fidget* *fidget* I'm sorry, am I bothering you? O-or perhaps you need me to help clean up around here? I couldn't help but notice that there was some cleaning that needed to be done. ...yes, I think I'll get right on that.

Bond Level 2: 'Why do I work so hard...?' Well, I thought something like that would be clear. After all... It's what I was raised to do. My... family, all they asked of me is to help satisfy their own needs. So... after a while, I learned to be quiet and serve. I don't particularly mind doing this work. After all, it means I get to accomplish something. It's certainly easier to stomach than being considered a queen of all things.

Bond Level 3: ...Master. Can I confess something to you? ...I'm scared. Scared of all this power I have at my fingertips. I'm truly nothing special, at the end of the day. I'm weak... I'm ugly... I've never really accomplished anything on my own. And yet... everyone looks at me, expecting me to be a grand hero or champion. But... I'm just me. Useless... weak... me.

Bond Level 4: I still don't understand... Why me? Why did my dear prince choose me of all people there? I didn't even come to the ball to meet him. I just wanted a night where I could be happy and not care about the weight of the world. And yet... he danced with me, made my heart feel like the weariness and heartache was all worth it for that fleeting moment. I wonder... What went through his head that night?

Bond Level 5: Master... Thank you for listening to me. I confess, I still don't know if I can bear the image of the 'Queen of All Fairy Tales', but I've been thrust into the role regardless. I may not live up to the expectations the world has of me… Perhaps I never will. Be that as it may, I still want to try. I don't believe in the 'Cinderella' that my mother and my prince saw in me... But I believe in them. And if they were able to find something in me worth loving... Then perhaps they're right.

Dialogue 1: You don’t have to act so amazed around me, you know. I’m nothing more than a simple servant girl who got lucky.

Dialogue 2: I’m your Servant… That means you tell me what to do, and I fulfill it to the best of my abilities.

Dialogue 3: It feels nice to be able to take a break every once in a while, don’t you think? Back home, I never really had a chance to sit down and rest.

Dialogue 4: *whistles* Hahahaha! It seems that even in Chaldea, there are little creatures that are willing to hear me sing to them. I rather like it. It’s so much nicer to be able to sing with an audience listening, don’t you think?

Dialogue 5 (If you have Prince Charming): Have I ever told you about the night my dear Prince Charming and I met? It feels like an impossible dream, yet an ever-enduring memory… He was the first to treat me with such genuine kindness after… Well, either way, I knew from the start that he was the man that I would marry. And you know what? I stand by that belief even to this day.

Dialogue 6 (If you have Red Riding Hood(Pre True-Name Narration)): Ah, Blanchette! It’s good to see you doing well! Hm? A hike in the woods? *sigh* I suppose that look you’re giving me means that I should go along with you, shouldn’t I? Heaven knows you tend to get yourself lost far too often…

Dialogue 7 (If you have Pinocchio): Oh, buongiorno, Maestro Pinnochio! I see you’re as active as usual today! Eh? N-no you can’t ask my mother for firewood! … O-oh. It was a joke, I see. Still, one shouldn’t make jokes like that so carelessly. Especially if you’re swinging around such a large axe…

Dialogue 8 (If you have Frau Trude Gothel): D-Dame Gothel?! She’s here as well?! I… To think the monster from my childhood would be here in the flesh… M-Master, are you sure it’s wise to have someone like this around Chaldea?!

Dialogue 9 (If you have The Fairy Godmother): The Fairy Godmother… I’ve heard that many believe our stories to be intertwined with one another. I must admit, though… I don’t think I’ve ever met her myself. At least, not in person. She seems to be very familiar with me though.

Dialogue 10 (If you have “Goldilocks”): Oh, hello Goldilocks! I’m glad we’re able to meet each other again… O-oh, you’re busy eating? I see… I’m sorry for interrupting you then…

Dialogue 11 (If you have Baba Yaga): Frau Yaga? I must say I didn’t expect you to be here. Um, not that I’m not happy to see you here! That is… Um… I’ll just leave now.

Dialogue 12 (If you have Elizabeth Bàthory (Cinderella)): Another me…? And she's an actual noble? She probably is much better than me… Maybe she deserves to be the heroine more than I do… 

Dialogue 13 (If you have Miss Crane): Miss Crane… Her weaving is the stuff of legends. To think that such a veteran artisan would be here in Chaldea… I… Do you think she would mind if I asked her for some advice for my own tailoring?

Dialogue 14 (If you have Beni-Enma): The Tongue-Cut Sparrow is here as well… Her story is familiar to me, as is her fearsome reputation. That being said, I can’t help but see her as a kindred spirit. Do you think she’d appreciate my help, or would I just get in the way? 

Dialogue 15 (If you have Merlin or Lady Avalon): You… You seem familiar to me. And yet, somehow, you feel completely different at the same time. Erm, that being said… Those pranks of yours are a bit much, don’t you think?

Dialogue 16 (If you have Hessian Lobo): You two… You’ve gone through so much, both separately and alone. I can’t even begin to understand what kind of hurt you carry… All the same, thank you for letting me sit with you. I know it means a lot.

Dialogue 17 (If you have Saint Barbara): Oh, Barbara! As active as ever, I see. … Wh-what?! Wait, what are you doing with that dynamite?! H-hey! Barbara! Wait up!

Dialogue 18 (If you have any other ‘Fairy Tale’ Servant): Everyone… Everyone looks at me, as if they expect some grand wisdom or great power of me… Those are expectations I fear I can never live up to.

Dialogue 19 (If you have Medusa): Ah, it’s that pink-haired woman! I really should thank her. She was so kind and welcoming to me when I first arrived in this place. She even helped me find some of the stories that were told of me in Chaldea’s library. For some reason, she seems to look at me as if I was familiar… Perhaps I met her in one of my tales? …could it be? Is she the incarnation of Godfather Snake? …no?

Dialogue 20 (If you have Barghest): Oh my! I’m sorry, miss, I didn’t mean to bump into you- H-huh?! …Master? Why did that woman look at me with tears in her eyes? …Habetrot said that, did she? I see.

Dialogue 21 (If you have Mata Hari): Margaretha… Yes, I know her. I know so many like her. Why wouldn’t I? After all, I know all too well what it’s like to be so alone…

Dialogue 22 (If you have Tiamat): The Mother of All Life… I heard that she was once a Beast of Humanity, driven to madness over the love she had for her children… And yet, I can’t help but feel happy around her. She reminds me of my own mother at times. Oh? A boxed lunch? Is this for me?

Likes: Something I like? Well… I suppose the only real answer I can give to that is my dear Prince Charming. He saved me after all… He took pity on someone like me and chose to marry me. …oh? ‘Pity had nothing to do with it’? Hmm… I suppose you’re right. He’d say the exact same thing to me if he heard my mumblings.

Dislikes: I’m not fond of bullies. Far too many people believe that just because they have money, or power, or… anything really, that they can hurt people. Hurt me. Ghhh…! E-excuse me, I’d rather not talk about this any longer.

About the Holy Grail: They say that the Holy Grail can grant any wish that your heart desires… If I wished on it, could I…? …no. No, someone like me doesn’t deserve to wish on the Grail. Give it to someone who’s more deserving of it.

During an Event: A celebration is going on…? I’d love to go, but… Oh, right, I suppose this situation is different, isn’t it? In that case, would you mind if I accompanied you to this? I-if it’s not too much trouble, I mean.

Birthday: Happy Birthday, Master. Have you made your wish? O-oh, you wish to spend the day with someone like me? … Yes, I’d quite like that. Thank you. Shall we be off, then?

Voice Lines(Final Ascension):

Level Up 1: This feeling… It reminds me of that midnight so long ago. I truly am blessed to have you as my Master.

Level Up 2: The night’s still young, let’s enjoy it while we can! Come, dance with me!

3rd Ascension: This dress... It's the same one I wore when I first met my prince... It's the same one given to me by my mother. I... I'm so glad that I get to dance in it again. Thank you, Master. I don't know if I can ever truly explain how much this means to me... But thank you all the same.

4th Ascension: Master... Thank you so much. Few people have ever treated me with this kindness... I always thought I didn't deserve the chance to be happy, but... Maybe I do. Maybe I deserve to have a happy ending all my own. And... I hope that someday, you too will get your happily ever after…

Fight Start 1: I do not wish to fight you… But I will not back down from this fight, either.

Fight Start 2: And so the story begins once more… With a Once Upon a Time.

Fight Start 3: Shall we dance? I must warn you though, I’m not the most graceful of partners to be had.

Skill 1: I know you’re watching over me, mother…

Skill 2: The midnight hour hasn’t arrived yet.

Skill 3: Allow me to help you with this!

Command Card Select 1: If I must.

Command Card Select 2: Get behind me!

Command Card Select 3: En garde!

Noble Phantasm Select 1: Mother… Allow me to make this simple wish.

Noble Phantasm Select 2: The time has come for the story’s climax…

Attack 1: Wing down, o eagle!

Attack 2: Arise, golden goby!

Attack 3: Help me, great crocodile!

Attack 4: Haaaah!

Attack 5: Come forth, di Vetro!

Attack 6: Glass spun of mystic arts… Protect me now!

Attack 7: My apologies… But you must stand down!

Attack 8: Get behind me!

Attack 9: Our time isn’t up yet!

Extra Attack 1: Please, help me now! (Frau Gothel: Don’t make this a habit, little girl…)

Extra Attack 2: I call upon you, great hero! (THJALFI: Very well then.)

Extra Attack 3: Thank you for your assistance! (William Tell: It’s my pleasure, your majesty.)

Extra Attack 4: Peter! Tinker Bell! (Peter Pan: Woohoo! Let’s do this! Tinker: Peter, wait up!)

Extra Attack 5: I pass this along to you, my love! (Prince Charming: Gladly, my darling! Unicorn: Let’s trample ‘em!)

Noble Phantasm 1:

Tree of Life…

Tree of Glory…

Tree of Salvation…

I come to pray at your roots once more…

Grant my wish, to save this world.

Ewig Sanfter Haselnussbaum.

Noble Phantasm 2:

Mother…

You may have passed long ago, but I still feel your presence with me.

Please, answer my prayers and help us win this day.

Ewig Sanfter Haselnussbaum.

Noble Phantasm 3:

“My dearest child… My beloved daughter…”

“The world has been unforgivably cruel to you.”

“It has hurt you more times than I can bear to count.”

“So I shall become your shield from the world’s evil.”

“And watch as you attain your own happily ever after.”

“Ewig Sanfter Haselnussbaum.”

Damage from Noble Phantasm: Mother… protect me…!

Regular Damage: Not yet!

Defeated 1: So this is how it ends…

Defeated 2: I suppose I wasn’t meant to be the hero of this story…

Victory 1: And so the story reaches its conclusion… Happily Ever After.

Victory 2: I’m sorry… I hope that someday, you will be able to find your own happy ending.

Bond Level 1: Oh? You seem surprised to see me. I guess this costume of mine is quite different from what you’ve seen before. I quite like it though. I may not be a true warrior like the other Servants you have here, but the feeling of my mother’s glass around me… it’s comforting.

Bond Level 2: It really is miraculous, isn’t it? To be in a place like this where so many different stories with so many different heroes are able to meet as one. I don’t think I ever would have expected to end up in a place like this.

Bond Level 3: The World has chosen me as the Queen of Fairy Tales, the Guardian of Happy Endings… And yet, I can’t help but feel useless at times. I’ve been blessed with these abilities, this power, but there’s still so much suffering and pain in the world. I know that my story has brought hope and light to people in despair, but all the same… I wish I could do more to help. Maybe then, Red Riding Hood… Blanchette… She wouldn’t have become a Beast.

Bond Level 4: …we’re alike, you and I. I can see it in your eyes. You want to help as many people as you can. You want to protect everyone from hurting like you have hurt. But it’s hard, isn’t it? Even when we want to save everyone, it seems impossible. But still… It’s our job to make the impossible possible, isn’t it?

Bond Level 5: Master… You’ve already gone through so much pain, and at such a young age, too. And yet, you still find it in you to smile and keep going on. You’re able to inspire so many people who have lost their hope for a better future, and you’re able to push on past your own sadness. But still… there will be times when your hope falters. I know this too. Master, when the day comes when all hope seems lost, and you can’t find it in you to smile… Allow me to be your knight in shining armor. I will defend your hopes and dreams when you can’t carry them anymore, and I promise you, you’ll find your own happy ending at the end of all this.

Dialogue 1: It really is amazing, becoming a queen like this. Some days, it doesn’t even feel real. But if this is merely a dream, a fleeting fantasy… Then even that is enough to bring my life happiness.

Dialogue 2: When I look at you… I can’t help but feel like we are one and the same. Perhaps our circumstances are a bit different, but still… You’ve been cast into a strange and frightening new reality. Alone, afraid, and… No, that’s not quite right. You’re not alone. You are never alone. This, I promise to you… Master.

Dialogue 3: The modern era has so many wonderful things to show me… Things have changed a lot since my time. Though, if you would ask me? The most exciting thing of all would be all the interesting forms of transportation? Hm? Oh, don’t you worry, my friends, I promise, I won’t replace you. …though I would like a chance to drive a motorcycle-

Dialogue 4(Clear Interlude “The Neverending Dance”): I don’t know if I’ll ever truly be able to let go of these thoughts of mine… My doubts, my anger, my anxiety… They’re something that I suppose I’ll have to live with, even as a Servant. Still… I feel like they’re bearable, so long as I can have friends like you by my side.

Dialogue 5 (If you have Prince Charming): My dear husband… My fair Prince… I’m glad you’re finally here with me. I never had the chance to say it earlier, but I truly have been blessed to have married a man such as you. A kind heart… a loving smile… an honesty that no other man could compare to. Yes, if I ever had the chance to marry any man of my dreams, I would always, always choose you. … Aha! Your face is as red as an apple, my dear husband. It’s little wonder why you enjoy speaking such sweet nothings into my ear if you get to see such cute expressions all day.

Dialogue 6 (If you have Red Riding Hood(Post True-Name Narration)): Blanchette… She’s suffered for so long, she’s been bitter and angry at the world all her life. …I suppose for her, the anger and hatred is all she has left now, isn’t it? For her, being a monster is far more preferable than being a victim. I suppose I can understand that line of thinking… Still, even Beasts of Humanity deserve to find their own happiness some day, and she’s no different. Maybe you can be the one to give her the happy ending I couldn’t, Master.

Dialogue 7 (If you have Pinocchio): Ah, Maestro Pinocchio! And Maestro Cricket, as well! It’s good to see you gentlemen out and about. That is to say… You aren’t up to any mischief today, are you? Hahaha! I’m only joking, no need to look so afraid. …unless you are planning another of your pranks, young Maestro.

Dialogue 8 (If you have Frau Trude Gothel): Dame Gothel… The Witch of the Story’s End. … *sigh* It’s hard to say how I feel about someone like her. On the one hand, she is a monster, and one who gladly admits to it, no less. She’s killed and hurt too many children than I can bear to count. …and yet, Pinocchio has shown he truly believes that even she can be redeemed. Perhaps even a monster can find her happily ever after one day. Until then, however, I will be keeping an eye on her.

Dialogue 9 (If you have The Fairy Godmother): The Fairy Godmother… I never had a chance to meet her myself in life. Or… perhaps I did…? It’s strange. She has a very familiar aura to me, but at the same time, she seems so distant and alien. Still, she at least seems to be nicer than her sister at the very least, so I suppose it’s fine…

Dialogue 10 (If you have Sòl): Ah, Sòl, I’m glad to see you’re doing well for yourself! It’s rather nice, isn’t it, being in Chaldea. I’m glad that you’re able to finally rest your head without worry. Erm, that being said… The kitchen staff have asked me to tell you to stop raiding the fridge so often. I believe EMIYA’s words were ‘rivaling Artoria’s bottomless stomach’.

Dialogue 11 (If you have Saint Barbara): Ah, Barbara! You look well today. You have something to show me? …it’s not something explosive again is it? Alright, I suppose I can come with you to the hangar to look if that’s the case. Perhaps it’ll be a motorcycle or an aeroplane…

Dialogue 12 (If you have any other ‘Fairy Tale’ Servant): *sigh* Sometimes… I still fear that I won’t be enough. That even with the weight of everyone’s expectations of what I should be, I’ll end up failing. That being said… It’s for those very same reasons that we should keep fighting, no? To at least try to live up to those same expectations?

Dialogue 13 (If you have Medusa): Medusa… So even the greatest monsters in stories can hide kindness and a desire to be loved. You’ve been so gracious to me, so I do believe that it’s time I return the favor. Come with me, if you don’t mind. I’ll put on some tea for us.

Dialogue 14 (If you have Barghest): Ah… Cheer up, o great knight. The others may not have the same faith in you that I do, but I promise, one day, you’ll walk down the aisle, within your finest dress, and have the chance to have your own fairy tale wedding.

Dialogue 15 (If you have Mata Hari): I must say… It feels nice to watch someone dance so freely and happily, especially after a life of sadness and pain. Chaldea really is a place of miracles, isn’t it? To have the ability to grant people happy endings long after their own deaths.

Dialogue 16 (If you have Edmond Dantes): The Count of Monte Cristo… I know you believe yourself a monster, a demon who does not deserve a chance at his own happiness… But I also know that you are wrong. Your happiness will come, and your sins will be forgiven, if not in your life as a human, than as your life as a Servant. It is just as you say… Wait and hope.

Dialogue 17 (If you have Kiara Sessyoin): So even Beasts can find happiness in stories such as mine… That’s quite the comforting thought to me, I’ll have to admit. I’d love to go and talk with her, but I don’t know if she’d care to listen to what I’d have to say to her. It’s a shame, though… Whenever I look at her, all I see is a girl like me… Neglected, abandoned, and hurting, just hoping for something better to come one day. …maybe one day she’ll have a happy ending of her own.

Dialogue 18 (If you have Hans Christian Andersen): You know, Master, Herr Andersen is quite the strange one, wouldn’t you say? He’s so earnest and blunt, speaking truthfully but harshly about everyone… And yet, he’s a man who hides himself from the world. He’s so open about his faults and his own issues… And yet never once speaks about his own burning pain or bitter sadness. As an author of fairy tales, Herr Andersen provided so much joy and wonder to the world… Maybe it’s time he should go and reach out for his own.

Dialogue 19 (If you have Sigurd and Brynhildr): Those two… They remind me a lot of my dear Prince and I. …hee! Perhaps we should have a double date together. I’d love to hear of the romance between these two great heroes.

Dialogue 20 (If you have Arjuna): Arjuna… Please, hold your head up high. I know all too well what it’s like to have your own self-doubt and fear control you. But I also know just as well that you are far more than what those doubts think you to be. You are a hero, noble and kind, and let none tell you otherwise, especially yourself.

Dialogue 21 (If you have Gilgamesh): Oh? Even the Great King of All Heroes wishes to speak to me? You are too kind, your majesty. Though I must warn you, my heart belongs to my Prince Charming alone.

Likes: I don’t think anything has ever made me happier than that night with my Prince. Being able to escape the torment and suffering to simply dance and eat and laugh in such a beautiful castle… It truly was a dream come true…

Dislikes: If there is one thing that I will not forget… It is those who seek to hurt their own children. Whether it be through neglect, assault, blackmail, or any other means, people who hurt the children they have raised should not be easily forgiven. If one seeks to genuinely and seriously atone for what they have done, then I am all for them bettering themselves… But if they persist in their wickedness, then I will cut them down myself. After all… I know what it means to be a child such as that.

About the Holy Grail: The Holy Grail? …hahaha, why would I ever need to use something like that? I have all I need to make me happy. My dear husband, a loving home, and friends like you to be with. Yes, I don’t think there’s anything I could wish for right now, and I have you to thank for it.

During an Event: It appears that another ball has come to town. I think I would like to attend it, what say you, Master?Birthday: Happy Birthday, Master! Please, enjoy this gift I put together for you. I stitched this suit together with the help of some of my friends. It should fit you perfectly. …oh, you don’t have to be so bashful. I made this because I wanted to, not because of any obligation. After all… We’re friends now, aren’t we?

Birthday: Happy Birthday, Master! Please, enjoy this gift I put together for you. I stitched this suit together with the help of some of my friends. It should fit you perfectly. …oh, you don’t have to be so bashful. I made this because I wanted to, not because of any obligation. After all… We’re friends now, aren’t we?

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A girl made a slave.

A wish granted.

Something is lost.

And something is found.

Happily Ever After.

She has gone by many names throughout history, be they Rhodopis, Ye Xian, Tấm, Cenerentola, Cendrillion, or Aschenputtel. Her tale has been told countless times over, from nation to nation, her legend being carved into humanity's very soul alongside great heroes such as Heracles and King Arthur.

She is the Persecuted Heroine.

She is an embodiment of the hopes and dreams of all mankind.

She is Cinderella, the Queen of All Fairy Tales.

Bond Level 1:

Height/Weight: 172cm • 54kg 

Source: Global Fairy Tales

Region: The World

Alignment: Lawful • Good Gender: Female

"I don't understand... Why...? Why does she hate me?! I've done everything... Everything she's asked me to do. I do all the chores. I cook each and every meal, I clean every inch of this estate, I work until my fingers bleed and break without even taking a break to rest. But it's still not enough. I still don't even get to sit at the table. I still have to sleep on the floor. I still get called ugly, and stupid, and useless... I don't think anyone has ever called me by my real name since...

Am I really so awful? Am I really... Am I really as bad as they all say?

...

Maybe... Maybe if I do it right this time, they won't hate me anymore. Yes. It's my fault for messing it all up in the first place. I'll do better this time, and then they'll stop hurting me.

I can fix this.

I can fix this.

I can fix this.

Please... Let me fix this."

Bond Level 2:

She didn't even intend to meet her prince. All she wanted that night was a simple escape. A chance to leave her life of abuse and torment for a single night, and to grasp a chance at being happy, even for a moment. The means of escape was different with each telling. Some say it was an eagle that had snatched her sandal and dropped it into the lap of a great king. Others say it was a magic fish with golden eyes and scales who granted her wishes from its bones. Others still say it was a Fairy Godmother, who sought to grant her heart's true desire for her piety and grace.

Whatever the story, whatever the tale, the girl's wishes remain humble and simple: a wish for reprieve.

He had approached her gently, gingerly asking her for her hand to show her around the castle. His words were calming and loving. His steps were careful and true. As the night went on, the two grew more enamored with each other, finding solace in the other's company after a lifetime of loneliness.

And in the span of a single night, Cinderella and the Prince had fallen in love before the clock struck midnight.

Bond Level 3:

The wedding was wonderful, a joyous celebration even grander than the ball where she had met her Prince Charming. It was supposed to be the happiest day of Cinderella's life. A day where no pain, no anger, no misery would exist. A day where she would finally get the Happily Ever After she's craved all her life.

Of course... That would be the day that her family arrived to ruin everything.

They arrived like vultures, acting as if they hadn't been the ones to cause her suffering for years on end. As if they weren't the ones who treated her like a slave all her life. As if they hadn't disrespected her mother's grave time and again. And yet, here they were, acting as if they had loved and cherished Cinderella all her life.

What was meant to be a day of joyous celebration instead became a day of bitterness and anger. Before, Cinderella had kept her fury inside her. She had always tempered her frustration and hid it away. What else could she have done when she was weak and helpless? But this... this was different. Whether consciously or unconsciously, the wild animals Cinderella had befriended responded in kind in her outrage, with two ravens swooping down and plucking her stepsisters' eyes.

At the vicious sight, many of the guests recoiled in fear and shock, horrified at the macabre display before them.

But Cinderella?

She put a hand to her face at the sight... and let out a laugh. A brief, quiet laugh that went unheard by everyone at the wedding... but a laugh nonetheless.

Bond Level 4:

Cinderella married her Prince Charming, and became a queen hailed as a benevolent and kind ruler. She was hailed as fair and beautiful, and within her castle, she wanted for nothing nor feared for any harm.

And yet...

The doubts and fears from her childhood still lingered, festering like a diseased wound. Where many saw beauty, Cinderella could only see ugliness. Where they beheld kindness, Cinderella beheld cruelty. Where people saw diligence, Cinderella saw nothing but uselessness. While her dear husband was always at her side to reassure her doubts, these thoughts would never leave Cinderella alone.

Would a deserving princess have their happiness handed to her?

Would a just ruler allow themselves to stew in rage over the past?

Would a good person laugh at her sisters' suffering and pain?

The anger, the anxiety, the doubt. All of it haunted her throughout her life. It was as if she had never stopped being that young girl that slept by the cinders.

Bond Level 5:

The story of Cinderella is ultimately one about pain. The pain of losing a loved one and crying beneath a tree The pain of barbed insults and cruel abuse. The pain of a cold stone floor and burning black ashes.

The years of abuse, financial, physical, and mental, will never truly go away, and neither will the pain that came with it.

But even still…

With pain eventually comes healing. Where there was a grave, a tree blossomed and bloomed. Where there was venomous insults and violent assault there is now the whispering of sweet nothings and a gentle embrace. The chill of sleeping on stone and the burned agony from the ash and cinders are now replaced with the comforting feel of glass slippers and a golden dress.

Cinderella's life was filled with nothing but pain and sorrow, both external and internal, but it was also filled with great joy and triumph. It is the triumph of an abused young girl against a world that constantly treated her with cruelty, and in turn chose to respond by being kind and being more than just her circumstance. It is the tale of finally reaching a happily ever after.

For all those in the world who have yet to find their happy endings, and for all those who have long since passed that have been denied those very endings… Cinderella will forever stand as a symbol of hope, a figure who will light up even the darkest hours with gleaming fire and shining glass.

For the lovers, the dreamers, the hopeful who have not lost their hearts to despair… Cinderella, the Greatest of All Fairy Tales, will always fight as your champion.

Extra (Clear Interlude “The Neverending Dance”):

Cinderella was never her true name. Cenerentola, Cendrillon, Aschenputtel, the identities that the world knew her as were nothing but cruel nicknames meant to mock her for her low position and to torment her for her constant work. While for many, the name Cinderella was one that inspired hope and prosperity, for the young princess, all the name did was remind her of her suffering and torment, as well as an impossible standard that she could never live up to.

Cinderella the beloved heroine.

Cinderella the worthless mistake.

Cinderella the vengeful monster.

All these and more were not who the maiden was. They were merely projections of what mankind believed her to be. In truth, she has a name that was given to her by her beloved mother, and a name that was never once spoken in any of her stories.

Rhodopis.

#fate #fate grand order #fgo #fate fanservant #fanservant #cinderella #rhodopis #cendrillion #aschenputtel #etc. #there's so many cinderella-esque stories out there i can't name them all #regardless #BEHOLD #my longest fanservant bio to date #and if I'm being honest my favorite #putting this together was so damn fun #cinderella's one of my favorite fairy tales of all time #and i loved researching all the different types of cinderella stories told the world over #especially when trying to make a cohesive character while still putting my own different spin on the story #i've been working on this bio for a while #and i'm so proud of how this turned out #i hope y'all are able to enjoy reading it as i did writing it

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Tumblr's Guide to Shostakovich: Part 2- Background and Beginnings

Hello, and welcome back to Tumblr's Guide to Shostakovich, the series where I talk about the life and works of Dmitri Shostakovich! Today, I want to talk some about his family background, and about his childhood. The main sources I'll be using for this post are Dmitri Shostakovich: The LIfe and Background of a Soviet Composer by Victor Seroff and Nadezhda Galli-Shohat (who was Shostakovich's aunt), Pages From the Life of Dmitri Shostakovich by Dmitri and Lyudmila Sollertinsky, and Shostakovich: A Life Remembered by Elizabeth Wilson. Photos are from Dmitri Shostakovich: The Life and Background of a Soviet Composer and the DSCH Publishers website.

Dmitri Shostakovich was born on September 25, 1906, to Dmitri Boleslavovich and Sofiya Vasiliyevna (nee Kokaoulina) Shostakovich in St. Petersburg, Russia. His maternal grandfather, Vasiliy Jakovlevich Kokaoulin, hailed from Siberia and advocated for improved working conditions for miners in the Lena Gold Field, where he became the manager. Sofiya Vasiliyevna was one of six children, and studied music at the Irkutsk Institute for Noblewomen; her brother Jasha became involved with the growing revolutionary movement. When a student protest on Kazan Square in February 1899 was violently disbanded by armed Cossacks, Sofiya and her siblings became more deeply sympathetic towards the revolutionaries; her sister Nadezhda Galli-Shohat would become a member of the Social Democratic Bolshevik Party (she would later come to disagree with Bolshevism and emigrate to the United States in 1923).

(Sofiya Vasiliyevna Shostakovich, the composer's mother. 1911.)

Shostakovich's father, Dmitri Boleslavovich Shostakovich, came from Polish origins ("Shostakovich" is actually a Russification of the Polish surname "Szostakowicz.") and worked as a senior keeper at the Palace of Weights and Measures. His father, Boleslav, was deeply involved in the Polish revolutionary movement, and organized the release of Jaroslav Dombrovsky, who had been imprisoned due to his part in the Polish Uprising. As a result, Boleslav was exiled to Siberia. (Side note- Shostakovich's first name was nearly "Jaroslav," but the Orthodox priest at his christening advised his parents to name him "Dmitri," after his father.)

(Dmitri Boleslavovich Shostakovich, the composer's father. 1903.)

(The composer around age one and his sister Maria ("Marusya"), 1907.)

By the time Shostakovich's parents were raising their three children in a middle-class household on Nikolaevskaya Street, revolutionary sentiments were sharply rising; Shostakovich himself was born just a year after the "Bloody Sunday" massacre of 1905. However, another major component of the artist young Mitya Shostakovich would become was highly present in their home- music. His mother was a skilled pianist, and his father- a "kind, jolly man" who would sing to her accompaniments. Shostakovich would listen to his neighbour, Boris Sass-Tisovsky, play the cello, and the Shostakoviches would take their children to the opera. Seroff and Galli-Shohat include an anecdote illustrating the contrasting personalities of Sofiya and Dmitri B. Shostakovich: "Sonya [Sofiya] gradually weeded out most of the Siberian friends of Dmitri's [Boleslavovich] student days because, for her, there was too much of the "muzhik" [term for a male peasant] about them and in these days she sought a different society. Dmitri took all this reform very good-naturedly and only retained, in spite of all that Sonya could do, his heavy gait and his rough, Siberian-peasant way of speaking. Sonya would have despaired of his slangy speech except that she knew his gay and lovable disposition always won him friends wherever he went. "Sonya, Sonya," he would say, shaking his head and looking at her over the top of his glasses, "I'm a bad one. Squirt me another glass of tea."

(Mitya, Maria, and Zoya Shostakovich with their parents, 1912.)

Despite an early recognition of his talents as a prodigy, Shostakovich was never pressed into music unwillingly; for the most part, he had a happy childhood with his sisters Zoya and Maria, gathering mushrooms, reading adventure books, and watching their father play solitaire (which would later become one of Shostakovich's favourite pastimes as well). However, at the age of nine, after attending a performance of Mussorgsky's The Tale of Tsar Saltan, Mitya was able to recite and sing most of the opera from memory the following day. That summer, in 1915, he began piano lessons. Among his first childhood works was the "Funeral March for Victims of the Revolution;" he recalled that he "composed a lot under the influence of external events," a trait that would come to follow him throughout his future career. He took lessons from Ignati Glyasser, and later Aleksandra Rozanova. By the time he entered the conservatoire at age thirteen, the city he was born in had been renamed to Petrograd; WWI had meant a Russification of the name "St. Petersburg" due to anti-German sentiment. In 1924, it would once again be renamed "Leningrad," following the death of Vladimir Lenin. (Today, the city is once again called "St. Petersburg," following the collapse of the Soviet Union in 1991.) Shostakovich's enrollment was on the recommendation of the composer and professor Aleksandr Glazunov, who would play a highly significant role in his conservatory years.

(Aleksandra Aleksandrovna Rozanova, Shostakovich's piano teacher.)

(Ignati Albertovich Glyasser with his piano class, 1917. Dmitri Shostakovich is located second from the right in the first row; Maria Shostakovich is located fourth from the right in the second row.)

In the next few entries, I will talk more about his adolescence and conservatory years, along with some drama in his personal life. ;) See you then!

#dmitri shostakovich #classical music #music history #soviet history #russia #classical music history #composer #russian history #shostakovich #tumblr's guide to shostakovich

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tips from a 4.0 student

pay attention in class and attend as many classes as u can!!! i know it’s tempting to skip class, especially when the prof just reads from the textbook and posts slides, but hearing someone explain the material and add extra examples and insight is more engaging than just reading it.

active memory recall is your best friend!!! my favourite method of studying is to do daily flash card review before the test, and the night before the test, I do the blank sheet method: get a blank sheet of paper, write down the chapter name in the centre, and then write down every single thing you can think of related to the topic. This usually jogs my memory enough to write more detailed information without having to flip back to my notes. and I always go back through my study guide to see if I missed anything!

if you say things like “many people believe…” or “this is a common misconception” in an essay, you still have to cite :,) this was my biggest mistake on my first paper; this isn’t high school, and we can no longer make shit up

speaking of citing, I know how hard it can be to find sources that support your assertion, especially in massive databases. some tips for narrowing it down are to a) look at the date published, b) look at the author’s background, c) check if it’s peer-reviewed, d) check if the author cites shady or super old research, and even themselves, repeatedly in the article. not all academic articles are equal! also, sort by relevancy; is this study specific, relevant, and easy to use to support your argument, and is it a reliable source? if not, then toss it!

read the textbook, but you don’t have to pay attention to everything. I generally skim the definitions in the margins and go over major topic headings and important points left out by the prof. after that, I strongly recommend mentally and physically summarizing the chapter!

each time you revise your notes, write less and less, until your notes look something like a bullet list of key words and topics. when it’s time for an exam, look over this list and if you can’t explain every concept on the list, take note of what you don’t remember and work on those things. don’t bother prioritizing things you already know or that are obvious; this is a huge time waster!

i stay at the library after school to study because the structured, non-stimulating, and quiet environment helps me focus and get shit done. on that note, the app Avoca-do is my fav for pomodoro timers. you get to grow a super cute fruit every time you study, and it’s so rewarding to gain coins and save up for the next fruit.

#chaotic academia #studyblr #dark academia #studywithme #studyinspo #academia #academic #psychology student #undergrad student #uni student #uni

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How Did Helen Keller Navigate Her World

An Exploration of Her Visual Aides and Accommodations while in University

Welcome to Part One of my Helen Keller mini-series. In Spring 2022 I took a Disability in Literature class as part of my degree. The focus was on Helen Keller, her writing, her activism, and her complicated legacy.

In Part Two I will discuss her interests in writing, socialism, animals, nature, performing, etc.

In Part Three I discuss the controversies you'll find when researching Helen Keller

While studying Keller’s writings I became fascinated with the occasional mentions of historical visual aids Keller relied on. It was through her autobiography I first learned that there used to be multiple Braille alphabets for the English language, or that raised text was still an incredibly popular printing choice. If you read older posts from my blog, especially Writing a Blind Character in Victorian Era Historical Fiction and I found a lost piece of blindness history you’ll know that historical accommodations have been an interest of mine for a long time.

It was also through this class that I first became aware of the 2020 TikTok #helenkellerwasfake controversy. In 2020 handful of TikTok creators claimed that it was absolutely impossible for a Deaf-blind woman to accomplish everything Keller had done. Among the accusations were that her handwriting was too perfect, she could not have possibly written multiple books, or graduated college.

I believe that the skepticism people have towards Keller’s achievements stems from them not knowing what tools she had to accommodate her disabilities and how she used them. So in this post I’m going to describe all the tools Keller used throughout her life and how they contributed to her education and career.

In this post I'm going to explore:

The Manual Alphabet

Braille and Raised Print

How Accessible was Keller's College Experience

How did Keller Write by Hand

Writing with a Typewriter

Sighted Guides

I also include several quotes from Keller's own writings and I will link those sources here:

The Story of My Life by Helen Keller (1903)

Note: The link I'm providing is to a free copy through The Project Gutenberg, but it isn't exactly the most pleasant reading experience. If you would prefer a print version or an ebook copy of The Story of My Life, you'll probably be able to buy a copy online for cheap.

Midstream My Later Life (1929)

Note: This book is incredibly hard to come by, with printed copies costing 80$ (US) or more, and I cannot find a convenient ebook of it. So I'm providing a link to archive.org which provides different formats for you to download the book in.

The Manual Alphabet

This is the concept that I think is hardest for anyone to conceptualize. The basics of the manual alphabet are that someone finger-spells every word they say with their signing hand held to the listener's hand.

If you know how to finger-spell, I strongly recommend holding your signing hand to the palm of your other hand–we’ll call it the receiving hand. Try finger spelling through the alphabet and focusing on what your receiving hand feels. I use the American Sign Language alphabet, and I will describe how those letters feel to me.

A. I feel four flat, smooth surfaces, about an inch long, maybe a quarter inch wide. Those are my middle phalanges. I can also feel the tip of my thumb sticking up, but that’s a curved surface instead of flat.

B. I feel four cold fingertips touching my hand, but I can’t touch my hands palm to palm because my thumb is in the way, held at a diagonal angle

C. Five slightly-sharp pricks. Those are my fingernails, they’ve grown out recently. There are four pricks on top in a crescent shape and one at the bottom.

D. I feel the cold smoothness of my nails again, but instead of the tips it’s the entire nailbed. There are three on top, one at the bottom.There’s a cold fingertip pressed against my index finger. That is the index finger of the signing hand, making the letter D.

E. Four cool nail beds against my palm and the side of a thumb pressed between hands.

F. Three cold finger tips match up to my pinky, ring, and middle finger. Those are the fingers that stay up for the letter F. The nail bed of a thumb and index finger held together touch the dip where my palm creases are, almost scratchy.

G. The back of an index finger held horizontally along my palm. The fingers of my receiving hand curl over the one finger.

H. This sign is very similar to G, but it’s two fingers instead of one.

I. It feels a lot like A, but the pinky finger extends and touches the tip of my pinky finger.

J. The hand makes the sign for I, and then rotates against my hand, three knuckles grazing my palm, the end of a finger tracing down the side of my hand, along the inside of my wrist, and to my thumb.

K. The index and middle finger press against mine. The side of the thumb touches the shallow valley between my second and third metacarpals. The pinky and ring finger of the signing hand are folded down, pressing against my palm and leaving the last two fingers of my receiving hand the chance to fold down. 

L. An index finger pushes against mine while the thumb sits almost horizontally. The knuckles of three fingers are pressed against my palm. The middle, ring, and pinky finger of my receiving hand could fold down around the signing hand.

M. This one is tricky. It feels very similar to A, and it’s only my wrapping receiving thumb over the signing hand that I find the person has folded their thumb into their fist. Folding my entire hand over theirs, I find the nail of the thumb poking between the ring and pinky finger.

N is almost exactly like M, but I find the nail of the thumb sitting between the ring and middle finger.

O feels similar to C, but with C there was an inch or so gap between the nails, and now they’re clustered tightly together

P. The tips of two fingers touch my palm. By closing my palm around theirs I realize that it’s the middle and index finger poking me, and that the thumb is touching the index finger. The ring and pinky finger are curled inwards.

Q is similar to P, but the middle finger has been folded into a fist with the ring and pinky finger.

R. Two finger tips press against one of my fingers, one tip underneath the other in a vertical line. Curling my receiving fingers around the hand, I find that it’s two fingers crossed over each other, the middle finger crossing over the index finger. The pinky and ring finger are curled in, allowing my receiving fingers to fold over their knuckles.

S. A folded fist presses to my palm, but instead of the thumb sitting to the side of it, it’s pressed between the knuckles of those fingers and my hand.

T. This one feels a lot like M and N, but the thumb pokes up between the index and middle fingers

U. Two long fingers press against my index and middle fingers, held tightly together while the remaining fingers and thumb fold into a fist.

V one is like U, but the fingers spread to have a gap between them, literally in a V shape.

W is three fingers press against my hand, a gap between each one. It’s like V in that way, but doubled.

X feels a lot like C, but instead it’s just a thumb and an index finger nail poking into my palm.

Y is the backs of three fingers press against my palm while the thumb and pinky finger of the signing hand press against the thumb and pinky of my receiving hand.

For Z, a cold index finger draws a Z onto my palm.

All these signs are a distinct sensation experience, and with practice Keller began to recognize the differences in the way sighted people recognize the visual differences in their printed alphabets. And like the process of visually reading, where we string together letters in recognizable groups to form words, Keller adapted to stringing touch-letters together into words. Within a few months this method of hand-reading, of sign recognition, became second nature to her. Her vocabulary began to expand and her speed at signing and receiving increased.

Reading Braille and Raised Print

After Keller learned the manual alphabet, Sullivan began using it to read to her. Just as parents read aloud to their hearing children, Sullivan signed every letter into Keller’s palm. In one of her letters to a friend back at the Perkins Institute, Sullivan wrote that she was inspired by how one of Keller’s baby cousins was learning language by listening to her mom, and thought that continuous exposure to language through her hands would give Helen the chance to learn language as fluidly as hearing children. Because Keller was learning words through spelling instead of sound, it wasn’t long before she was reading on her own through both raised print and braille.

Sullivan started teaching Keller to read raised print first because the alphabet resembled printed letters and would allow her to write on her own. She had observed Helen attempting to write letters in an imitation of what Sullivan did in her free time. 

Raised print was a prototype to Braille, which was invented by Louis Braille in 1824 while he was a student at Institut National des Jeunes Aveugles, the first ever school for the blind, located in France. Imagine a page of large font and instead of being printed in black ink, the letters are raised. You can trace your fingers over the edges to feel the shape of each letter. But raised print had some weaknesses– 

1. The letters had to be printed in a very large font in order for someone to trace each letter with their fingers. This meant each page could only contain a handful of letters and words and every book needed far more paper to be printed in full. 

2. Eventually the letters would fade and wear out. Braille letters wear out too, but at a much slower rate. These books did not have much longevity.

Braille had its own weakness in that there was no standardized Braille alphabet for all English speakers until 1932. In The Story of My Life Keller mentions being able to read in multiple varieties of Braille: English; American; and New York Point.

The Accessibility of University in 1900

Helen Keller was determined to go to college, and she wanted to go to Harvard specifically. There were a few problems to this goal: 1. Harvard did not admit female students, but they had a sister school, a women’s college, on the same campus called Radcliffe College. 2. Radcliffe was incredibly competitive, and unlikely to want to accommodate a disabled student. Years later in Midstream, Keller reflects on a dinner party where both Mark Twain (referred to as Mr. Clemens rather than his pen name) and Woodrow Wilson (before his presidency) were in attendance.

“He [Wilson] asked me why I had chosen Radcliffe College rather than Wellesley, Smith, or Bryn Mawr. I said, ‘Because they didn't want me at Radcliffe, and as I was stubborn by nature, I chose to override their objections.’" (Midstream, Chapter Seven, Wanderings, pp. 104)

Keller was only a teenager at the time but she was by then very used to everyone doubting she’d accomplish anything and doing everything in her power to surpass their expectations.

In Chapter 18 of The Story of My Life, Keller describes the experience of preparing for Radcliffe College by attending the Cambridge School for Young Ladies (1896-1899). While there she had a massive struggle obtaining accessible reading materials. The textbooks her teachers assigned had never been printed in raised print or braille before, and though Keller had friends who volunteered to transcribe her reading material, there was never enough time to transcribe all of it. When Keller could not rely on accessible reading material, Anne Sullivan would step in and read to her through the manual alphabet. Sullivan was also present for all of Keller’s lectures to translate what the professors were saying. Keller would listen to Sullivan’s hand and try to remember everything she could, and at night when her classmates were sleeping she would be up transcribing what she remembered into notes she could read.

Only a few of Keller’s teachers over the years learned the manual alphabet to communicate with her directly. In one passage recalling her first year at Cambridge, Keller describes her experience learning German.

“At the Cambridge School the plan was to have Miss Sullivan attend the classes with me and interpret to me the instruction given. - Of course my instructors had had no experience in teaching any but normal pupils, and my only means of conversing with them was reading their lips. My studies for the first year were English history, English literature, German, Latin, arithmetic, Latin composition and occasional themes. Until then I had never taken a course of study with the idea of preparing for college; but I had been well drilled in English by Miss Sullivan, and it soon became evident to my teachers that I needed no special instruction in this subject beyond a critical study of the books prescribed by the college. I had had, moreover, a good start in French, and received six months' instruction in Latin; but German was the subject with which I was most familiar. In spite, however, of these advantages, there were serious drawbacks to my progress. Miss Sullivan could not spell out in my hand all that the books required, and it was very difficult to have textbooks embossed in time to be of use to me, although my friends in London and Philadelphia were willing to hasten the work. For a while, indeed, I had to copy my Latin in braille, so that I could recite with the other girls. My instructors soon became sufficiently familiar with my imperfect speech to answer my questions readily and correct mistakes. I could not make notes in class or write exercises; but I wrote all my compositions and translations at home on my typewriter. - Each day Miss Sullivan went to the classes with me and spelled into my hand with infinite patience all that the teachers said. In study hours she had to look up new words for me and read and reread notes and books I did not have in raised print. The tedium of that work is hard to conceive. Frau Grote, my German teacher, and Mr. Gilman, the principal, were the only teachers in the school who learned the finger alphabet to give me instruction. No one realized more fully than dear Frau Grote how slow and inadequate her spelling was. Nevertheless, in the goodness of her heart she laboriously spelled out her instructions to me in special lessons twice a week, to give Miss Sullivan a little rest. But, though everybody was kind and ready to help us, there was only one hand that could turn drudgery into pleasure. That year I finished arithmetic, reviewed my Latin grammar, and read three chapters of Caesar's "Gallic War." In German I read, partly with my fingers and partly with Miss Sullivan's assistance, Schiller's "Lied von der Glocke" and "Taucher," Heine's "Harzreise," Freytag's "Aus dem Staat Friedrichs des Grossen," Riehl's "Fluch Der Schonheit," Lessing's "Minna von Barnhelm," and Goethe's "Aus meinem Leben." I took the greatest delight in these German books, especially Schiller's wonderful lyrics, the history of Frederick the Great's magnificent achievements and the account of Goethe's life. I was sorry to finish "Die Harzreise," so full of happy witticisms and charming descriptions of vine-clad hills, streams that sing and ripple in the sunshine, and wild regions, sacred to tradition and legend, the gray sisters of a long-vanished, imaginative age—descriptions such as can be given only by those to whom nature is "a feeling, a love and an appetite." (The Story of My Life, Chapter 18)

I think it’s worth noting that Keller both enjoyed and excelled in German because her teacher was willing to learn the manual alphabet to accommodate her. The direct communication nurtured her interest and streamlined Keller’s learning experience, even if the teacher was not the most fluent signer. When Keller took her exams later that year, German was one of her most successful subjects.

“I took my preliminary examinations for Radcliffe from the 29th of June to the 3rd of July in 1897. The subjects I offered were Elementary and Advanced German, French, Latin, English, and Greek and Roman history, making nine hours in all. I passed in everything, and received "honours" in German and English.”

I recommend reading The Story of My Life if you want to learn more about her experience at college, the struggles she experienced, the memories she made, what she read, what she enjoyed or disliked about college. The Story of My Life was written during her sophomore year of college, so those accounts of her struggles were fresh in her memory and ongoing. If you yourself are a student, I think you will relate to some of what she writes.

Writing by Hand

In one of her letters, Anne Sullivan describes the process of teaching Helen to write with a pencil on paper:

“I put one of the writing boards used by the blind between the folds of the paper on the table, and allowed her to examine an alphabet of the square letters, such as she was to make.”

Unfortunately I couldn’t find a photo, drawing or description of the writing board, so I will have to make some speculation based off my past research into historical accessibility tools. I believe the board was designed to sit underneath the page and that it had grooves carved into it. These grooves were a little less than an inch tall and stretched horizontally from one edge of the board to the other. The grooves resembled the blank space between lines we see on lined paper today. The separating lines remained raised, creating boundaries for the pencil to stop so that a person could write in a straight line.

When we teach blind students to write by hand today, we teach them a style of penmanship where the tip of a pencil never leaves the page. The letters are very blocky and have a line at the bottom that connects one letter to the next.

Here is a photo of Helen Keller’s handwriting when she was a child:

[Image Description: a yellowed page with pencil writing that fills the entire page and reads: “South Boston Mass. Nov. 7, 1889. Mon cher Monsieur Anagnos. Today is your birthday and how I wish I could put my two arms around your neck and give you many sweet kisses, but I cannot do that because you are far away, so I will write you a nice long letter, and when you come home I will give you the kisses. Now I am going to tell you something which will surprise you very much. I came to Boston three weeks ago to study with my dear teacher. I was delighted to see all of my friends again and they were glad to see me. I miss you and I hope you will come back soon.” End Image Description]

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If you’re familiar with the 2020 TikTok controversy where several TikTok creators claimed Helen Keller wasn’t real, you might know that someone specifically pointed out her handwriting and said it was too perfect to have come from a deaf-blind woman. And this handwriting is perfect. Every letter is written super carefully, hesitantly. The lines of penmanship on this are also unnaturally straight on a page with no visible lines. Sighted people cannot write that straight, they veer off and write slightly diagonally and have uneven space between their words because there is nothing on the page to set a clear boundary.

A blind writer who positions a writing board underneath their papers will have built in lines they can feel as they write but we cannot see. Note where her lowercase letters have 

And if you observe her lowercase Y’s, P’s and G’s you might notice that some have an odd indent on the line, like something disrupted Keller’s otherwise smooth handwriting. That’s the slightly raised line on the board behind her page. “Delighted” “surprised” and “glad” are excellent examples of where that disruption is most noticeable. 

It’s also worth noting that Helen Keller’s handwriting style remained unchanged throughout her entire life. Here is a sample from when she was older:

[Image Description: On a slanted writing surface is a piece of write paper where Helen Keller has written: “Faith is the strength by which a shattered world shall emerge into the light. Helen Keller.” Both her hands are pictured in the photo. Her left hand is holding the page steady while her right hand finishes writing her signature. Her hands are wrinkled with age. End Image Description]

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The photo is dated from the year 1930, so Keller would be fifty years old in this photo. Her hand writing is nearly identical to the older sample. She favors sharp corners for her M’s, N’s, and H’s instead of soft curves. Her T’s and L’s have little tails at the bottom pointing to the right, like her pencil was drawing the line downward, hit a bump and moved to the right to prepare for the next word.

Now there are no visible lines on the surface the photo is held to, but this photo is not a candid. Many photos of Keller are posed with the photographer and her translator telling her how to position her body and face. The page was probably written with a writing board ahead of time and then posed on a writing desk that would photograph well.

But handwriting doesn’t stagnate for forty years like that. Sighted girls change up their style all the time for aesthetic purposes. Keller’s handwriting is purely functional. The little tails at the beginning and end of letters look decorative but they function to prepare her pencil to write the next letter as smoothly as possible. Muscle memory is guiding where and how her hand moves.

Writing by Typewriter

When it came to her writing, Helen Keller favored her typewriter. It was faster than brailling everything by hand and accessible to sighted readers, which was what mattered when it came to her goals to become a professional writer. She became a proficient typist with practice, much like sighted people today with their laptop keyboards, typing away with their eyes on the screen instead of roaming across the keyboard. 

You might ask how she learned how to use a typewriter without ever being able to see the keys. I have not yet found any record of Keller describing how she learned to use a typewriter, but I will speculate. The most likely answer is that Anne Sullivan held Helen’s finger to every key and used the manual alphabet to tell her which letter that key produced. It was slow work and a lot of memorization.

I did find an interesting detail about how Keller uses her typewriter from the perspective of her sighted editor, John Macy:

“Although she has used the typewriter since she was eleven years old, she is rather careful than rapid. She writes with fair speed and absolute sureness. Her manuscripts seldom contain typographical errors when she hands them to Miss Sullivan to read. Her typewriter has no special attachments. She keeps the relative position of the keys by an occasional touch of the little finger on the outer edge of the board.” (The Story of My Life, A Supplementary Account, Chapter 2: Personality)

There is also a mention from Keller about what typewriter she liked best while writing The Story of My Life:

“I use the Hammond typewriter. I have tried many machines, and I find the Hammond is the best adapted to the peculiar needs of my work. With this machine movable type shuttles can be used, and one can have several shuttles, each with a different set of characters—Greek, French, or mathematical, according to the kind of writing one wishes to do on the typewriter. Without it, I doubt if I could go to college.” (Chapter 20 of The Story of My Life)

[Image Description: Helen Keller from her Radcliffe years, seated at a narrow wooden table with a Hammond typewriter set on top. One hand is poised on the keys, the other hand is hidden behind the typewriter. Helen’s hair is pulled back in a low bun or braid and her chin is tipped down. She is wearing a dark blouse with poofy sleeves and a shiny satin ribbon tie. Behind her is a bookshelf and floral curtains. End Image Description]

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Sighted Guides

Helen Keller never used a white cane for the blind. White canes were not popularized until after World War 1, which ended when Keller was almost forty years old and already comfortable with how she navigated the world. She also never had a guide dog despite being a dog lover, despite being so famous that a guide dog school would happily assign her a dog if she applied for one.

Instead Keller relied on sighted guides for her entire life because they offered an advantage that a cane or dog never could–they could use the manual alphabet to translate conversation and describe their surroundings. A cane could never do that, but a hearing-blind person would not need someone to manually describe their surroundings by hand because they could hear nearby conversations and ambient noise like birds chirping and nearby traffic. Sighted guides accommodate her deafness as well as her blindness. 

Helen Keller attended every event and location with a sighted guide and translator. For most of her life that guide and translator was Anne Sullivan, but after Sullivan’s death the role was filled by Polly Thompson for many years. After Thompson’s death, the American Foundation for the Blind that employed Keller to help fundraise for their foundation provided trained volunteers who could fill the role.

Extra Reading Material

Along with the two books I've referenced, I think one of the best Helen Keller readings you can pick up is The World I Live In (1908), where Keller describes the sensory experience of how she navigates through her life. It also includes discussions of what her dreams were like.

You can get a free version of it here, but this book can be bought online if you so fancy.

About the author of this post:

Hello, I’m Mimzy. I run a writing advice blog and my most popular subject is teaching writers how to better write blind characters. This includes helping them build interesting blind characters, determine the limits and skills of their characters, brainstorm accommodations for them (especially in fantasy and sci-fi stories) and avoid ableist tropes and phrasing. I am a visually impaired writer and currently I’m in university studying English literature and Disability Studies. 

#helen keller #disability #accessibility #disability history #anne sullivan #reference #image description #long post

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Part 2

Blades (ngl, this might just be longer cause he’s my favorite character <3): Lower Class (servant). I think Blades would be the only member of the sigma not originally hatched with a name. I don’t really believe RB’s version of Blades is a gestalt, but wouldn’t it be great if Hot spot, Grove, First Aid, and Streetwise were still in a way present? Maybe instead of being his brother they were fellow lower class bots that grouped together under the “us little guys have to stick together” mantra (I’ll admit I’ve given way to much thought to each of their stories 😵‍💫, but imma keep it brief). I’m willing to bet they nicknamed him Blades because the more “hands on” / bruiser type members of their makeshift team would often times get hurt and Blades (alongside First Aid) would have to take care of them, most times by operating. What I’m trying to get at is that they landed on Blades because “scalpel” and/or “knives” didn’t have the same ring to it. (Bonus points of FA is actually younger than B, but was in the group first, hence why B wouldn’t get his name). When Megatronus started the uprising Blades wasn’t sold on it, but he did take the chance to leave his caste. Maybe other members of the team were on board and became branded decepticons and that resulted in them bitterly spitting up [abandonment issues have entered the chat]. Blades upgraded his nickname to actual name and with a drive to help, already somewhat developed medical skills, and the required thin platting, he turned to the Rescue Bots, the only force who wouldn’t reject him based on his background, and wouldn’t throw straight to the battle front. He was half right, the rescue bots did take him in, but he was being constantly being tossed from sigma to sigma since, despite not being an actual decepticon, him being a low caste bot who “cheated” the system was enough reason for others to doubt him [abandonment issues have amplified]. Sigma 17 would be the only team that doesn’t reject him, but at the cost of him just not sharing anything about himself either. Blades loves being a rescue bot because, as someone who knows fear so personally, being rescuer means he can help others never feel the same way he did/does.

RB Heatwave: In this version, I see Blades sticking close to Boulder at first (being someone with similar background, and having a calming presence) until he clicks with Chase (a solid guide to the new environment, who believes firmly in justice for all). HW however, being very vocal of his distaste for decepticons would be a source of conflict. Blades doesn’t believe the decepticons approach is the right one, but as someone who was so heavily affected by the social structure, he can’t stand when they’re summed up as “power hungry”. Ironically, the biggest decepticon hater would be the same bot who believes in Blades the most and just refuses to give up on him. Blades would come to understand that HW is more frustrated about his planet having to tear itself apart for peace rather than the bots who did it, and that’s when tensions start turning to friendship.

Oh my god Anon allow me to fucking cry this is so sad but so sweet

Ok ramble number 2

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Blades being a servant breaks my heart, cause you look at this sweet and kind bot and wonder how the world could be so cruel to him, and aaaahhhh the idea of First Aid, Groove, Hotspot and Streetwise being close friends is so adorable!!

The fact Blades upgraded his nickname to his actual name, combined with the possibility his friendship ended on a bitter note? He could’ve come up with a new name but nah he kept his nickname and that makes my brain so happy

Also Blades being tossed from sigma to sigma??? Imma cry ugh my sweet little boi aaaahhhxbxjxhxb and I find it interesting that sigma 17 would be the one taking him in, and I feel like even if he did reveal his past to them, aigma 17 would still keep him

But if he did get tossed to so many sigmas and with how his friendship ended I can absolutely see how it can affect him and how it got him to fear rejection and abandonment, and let’s be real, Blades canonically has abandonment issues, and they absolutely came from somewhere he won’t have them for no reason and your take on his character and his past??? Chef’s kiss

And i can absolutely see how someone who knew fear would be happy to make sure no other person has to ugh 😭❤️🌷✨

And yesssss I think Blades would definitely click with Boulder first, Boulder is a ball of sunshine it’s genuinely easy to get acquainted with him quickly, Chase would be a tiny bit harder but not cause he’s not accepting, I feel like to an extent, Chase can seem intimidating, and with how corrupt the police force is on Cybertron, it’s easy to immediately be suspicious of him and with Blades being a low caste? Kinda hard to immediately trust a police bot, until you realize he’s an absolute nerd and as much of a sunshine as Boulder is <3333

HW can definitely be a bit bitter and harsh, with misplaced anger, tho i feel like Blades would try to befriend HW, maybe with HW resisting at first, but once they became friends? God forbid an idiot even looks at Blades the wrong way or even try to use his past against him, HW probably got into trouble for fighting some people cause they treated Blades badly

The thing is, HW can be a bit insensitive or insulting at times, a bit tempered, but I wholeheartedly believe he never was a bully, in fact HW gives me the vibes of the jock of school who beat up the bullies rather than being a bully himself dhzhhdhzh

But yes, the moment Blades and Heatwave become friends? Blades never felt safer <3333

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Here’s another art I never intended to share but you anon get to have it <3

Part 1 (of this ask)

#anothers ask #Ano saves asks

[charmedhypno]

The ABCs of Attending Charmed! - A through M

Will Charmed!2024 be your first kink event? Or your first event full stop? Here is a short primer to guide you through the experience.

A - Attendance

How will you attend Charmed!2024? In-person? Online? In-person and online? All three of these are options! Charmed!2024 is a hybrid convention, which means that we plan to stream most of our classes. Some of those classes will be recorded and re-broadcast over the weekend, so that people who missed them the first time around have a second chance. All streamed content is available to every convention attendee – in-person attendees are welcome to watch streamed content via their own computers from the comfort of their hotel rooms.

B - Before the Convention

Register for whichever attendance option works for you!

If attending in-person:

Reserve your hotel room!

If you haven’t done so already, join our Discord server!

Arrange your travel!

Make sure your Covid vaccinations are up to date and that you have a test to take in the three days leading up to your arrival!

Make sure that you have enough well-fitting masks (like N95s or KN94s) for the entire weekend!

If you’re attending virtually:

If you haven’t done so already, join our Discord server!

When it’s available, verify your identity on the event server!

If haven’t got it already, sign up for Zoom!

C - Consent 

At Charmed!2024 (both in-person and online) consent needs to be:

informed, affirmative, and revocable. Any scene, play, or hypnotic interaction between two or more attendees needs to be negotiated with those benchmarks in mind.

Consent standards need to be generally observed as well. For example, attendees need to have consent before they:

Touch another person, even in non-sexual ways

Touch or handle another person’s property, be it human property or toys/equipment/clothing

Insert themselves into or interrupt a scene in progress

Involve another person in their scene or non-scene activity

The entire consent policy can be read HERE on our website.

D - Discord

Although information about Charmed!2024 is being released through multiple sources, being a member of our Discord server is a vital step in being fully informed for the convention. In the months leading up to Charmed!, Discord is the best way to get to know your fellow attendees! It’s where you’ll find things like a general chat full of people with experience attending conventions, and closer to the event, room-share and ride-share channels . For the convention itself, we’ll have a special event server that attendees will be invited to join sometime in December. All communications, updates, and class links will be made only in the event server! You can join our regular server HERE

E - Etiquette

Navigating a new space, whether it be online or in-person, can be daunting, especially when there might be rules that you don’t know about. If you’ve never attended a kinky convention before (and Charmed!2024 qualifies!) here are some things to keep in mind.

Everyone will be using a scene name. Very few people attend a kink con using their “real world” name. This is usually for safety and security reasons; reactions from non-kink people to anything kink-related can range from “that’s weird” to “burn it with fire” and it’s not an exaggeration to say that there are people who have been outed as kinky who have had their lives ruined– losing their jobs, relationships, and children in the process.  

Observation and use of diverse pronouns is our standard. You’ll have the opportunity to put your pronouns on your badge (or in your ID on Discord) and we expect you to use the correct pronouns for every person you encounter. You may encounter a pronoun you’ve never seen before, if this happens, do your best to remember it and correct yourself immediately if you accidentally use the wrong one.

Any and all hypnosis must happen with prior negotiation and consent. This means that trying out your killer handshake induction on a random, unsuspecting stranger is expressly against the rules. It also means that our convention is off-limits to non-attendees! Our door dragons (volunteers who guard each entrance to the official convention space) will be checking the badges of every single person who passes them, and if you don’t have your badge you don’t get to go in. Trying to involve other hotel guests (or staff!) in your hypno-hijinks is also against the rules.

F - Food

Our hotel has its own restaurant that offers room service, but your food options are far broader than that! Most of the guest rooms have mini-fridges, and it’s not unusual for attendees to get a weekend’s worth of groceries and forgo restaurants entirely.

Another popular choice is to order meals using a delivery service app. There are many restaurant options near our hotel, which give attendees many options for take-out, dine-in, and to try to have a sit-down meal with a large group in under an hour because you’re strapped for time…

… yes, that last thing is something that people try to do, and my official advice is that you never get done in under an hour. Like, ever.

G - Gaming

As in board games, card games, role-playing games, etc. There will almost certainly be a place for gaming, which may or may not be in our con suite (a social-gathering space provided by the con for basic chilling and hanging out.) In past years, we’ve had gaming as an evening event, and I’d be shocked if that wasn’t the case again in 2024.

H - Hotel

I am not going to tell you where our hotel is at this time. (If you read that in Peter Falk’s voice, then you know where my head goes anytime I use the phrase “at this time”.)

For security reasons we do not share the name or exact location of our hotel with non-attendees. This means you’ll find out what it is after you’ve registered! Here’s what I can tell you: Location: Annapolis, Maryland. The hotel is within walking distance or very short driving distance of local shops and restaurants. Cost: $104.00 per night + tax $117.52 per night with tax. Payment is due when you physically check in, in person, at the hotel. Upgrades: Upgrades may be available but are not guaranteed. If any possible upgrades are available you will be prompted by the hotel site to apply after you've registered. You will not know if you are receiving an upgrade until you physically check in, in person, at the hotel. Possible Upgrades: Early Check-in: $25 (one time charge) King Corner Room: $42 (nightly up charge) Junior Suite with King Bed: $77 (nightly up charge) How to reserve a room: After you've registered for the convention, you will receive a confirmation email. At the very bottom of that email you will find a direct link to our discounted hotel rooms. Please, unless you have a very compelling reason not to, use that link to reserve your room! Filling a pre-specified number of rooms is part of our contract with the hotel. You must be 21 to reserve a room! Please note that discounted rooms are available from Wed January 10 through Tues January 16. You will need to edit the days of your stay when you are reserving a room through our form. Check In is at 4pm Check Out is at 12pm Cancellation Policy You can cancel your reservation any time before 11:59pm local time on January 7, 2024.  Amenities On-site Restaurant w/room service Mini Fridges Microwaves Fitness Center Free Parking Free WiFi Digital Key (for Hilton Honors members) 

Accessible rooms are available; to request one you’ll need to contact the hotel directly.

I - Important Links

Registration: https://bit.ly/46JXxjW  Volunteer Application (includes Consent Team) -- https://forms.gle/3ZHTPjXwLSAvcXa97  Presenter Application/Class Proposals -- https://pretalx.com/charmed2024/cfp  Official Website: https://charmedhypno.org/ Charmed!ChitChat (The Official Charmed! Newsletter): https://open.substack.com/pub/charmedhypnocon/p/charmed-chitchat-18a?r=2dd9vo&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=email

J - January

Charmed!2024 will be Martin Luther King Jr. Day weekend: Thursday, January 11th through Sunday, January 14th. Monday the 15th is MLK Day and many people have the day off, so you can expect to see attendees staying after the con officially ends on Sunday and traveling home on Monday. If you’re trying to decide when to leave, staying Sunday night for a final evening with friends is often the highlight of the con for people.

Annapolis weather in January is usually briskly cold, with an average high temperature of 45 degrees Fahrenheit ( 7 degrees Celsius), and definite possibilities of snow. If it snows, it will be inches, not feet, and the only real impact on con attendees will happen when it comes time to travel. If there are major storms during Charmed!2024, attendees traveling by air will definitely want to keep an eye on their flight statuses!

K - Kink

Charmed!2024 is a kinky con. While everyone’s level of kinky engagement with hypnosis is different (for example, some people play almost exclusively in the “recreational-with-no-kink-elements pool, and others do not necessarily equate “erotic” with “kinky”) overall our convention celebrates kinky erotic hypnosis. Our schedule and attendees reflect that! You might have the opportunity to attend classes that were developed in a BDSM background, showing power exchange relationships or the intersection of hypnosis with other disciplines like shibari, dollplay, and forced chastity. (There are also classes that don’t have anything to do with kink or BDSM; we do try to have something for everyone!)

L - Lobby

As a kink con, it’s very important for us and our attendees to maintain a low profile in non-event spaces of the hotel like the lobby. In non convention spaces, we ask that attendees do their best not to invite direct attention. Again, for some people, being outed as kinky in their vanilla life can have devastating consequences. Outside of official conspace, we ask that attendees do things like flip their badges over so they can’t be read easily, keep discussions that graphically describe their hypnosis hijinks private, and cover their kinkier outfits with a coat or robe when traveling to conspace. 

Non-attendees always try to enter conspace at some point or another, that’s why we have door dragons. Our goal is to keep these interactions to the barest minimum.

M - Masking

For health reasons, Charmed!2024 will continue to be a masked conference. This means that everyone inside con space will be required to wear a well-fitting mask like an N95 or KN94. We will also be requiring that attendees be masked in our badge pick up area, which is in a public part of the hotel. Presenters may remove their masks when they are presenting a class. We acknowledge that many events and locations around the world have acceded to the public opinion that masking is no longer necessary, but we have a high number of immunocompromised people that attend our event and we refuse to endanger them by ignoring the reality that Covid is still a threat.

Attendees will also need to be fully vaccinated for Covid, and will need to provide proof of a negative Covid test result to registration staff when picking up their badge. 

Attendees are welcome to make their own decisions about whether or not to mask outside of conspace.

You can read The ABCs of Attending Charmed! - N through Z HERE!

#Charmed!2024 #ABCs of Charmed!

[spacepiratenemo]

The Biology of Nemo

The Convection-Class: An extremely, extremely rare mutation that occurs only once in a billion! This incredibly rare mutation has been seen only four times in the existence of the lunarian race and whenever one of these little "Luna-Dwarves" had been born, technology and advancement of civilization skyrocketed. Lunarians are often described to be huge. C-Class Mutants often stand at 2 metres of height, which is small for the race, where A-Class tower at 5-6 metres and B-Classes often tower above 2.5 metres. However, a C-Class is entirely void of any physical strength and they often cannot survive on their own. Their bodies can not conjure fire and they won't regenerate any body heat of their own, hence, they need to leech the heat from external sources such as stars. Thermal heat is their main energy provider, therefore they often were jokingly dubbed "fire-parasytes" as well.  Naturally so, they are entirely fireproof and it is rumoured that they need these insane amounts of constant "heat-feeding" to support their specific biology, or more specifically, their "neutron" powered brain. Convection-Class Mutants are entirely space-resistant. The vacuum won't warm them, radiation can be an alternative energy-source and heat can be conserved much longer without dissipation through weather conditions such as cold winds. 

The biology of Nemo https://www.wattpad.com/1217812098-the-lunarian-guide-to-the-blue-world-engl-vers-3

The alien-guest of the Moby Dick yawned, closed her eyes for only a moment, but, eventually the cosy fire next to her was too much of a comforting source to resist. Nemo was with the Crew for a little over two weeks and during that time, no one had seen her sleep nor rest. Her small head swiftly leaned against the shoulder of the commander of the second division, who looked at the sudden-sleeper with a gentle smile, while stabilising her with one arm to prevent her from falling over. Her body went limp, fully relaxing as a sigh escaped her lightly drooling lips and her mouth cheekily hushed the words, "Alliqui.... Jerk....!". 

"FINALLY!", Ben, Nemo's assistant robot, exclaimed jovially.

"Finally?"

"Yes, finally. I haven't seen Boss sleep in over a year. Well, not aside from that one week of involuntary unconsciousness when her body collapsed after her arrival. Thought she'd only get more aggressive if she doesn't take a short rest! Especially since she is stressed about her spaceship and the constant weight on her shoulders." The bot explained, happily hovering around its Boss.

"What do you mean? How can someone not sleep for a year? Weight on her shoulders?", Marco wondered, who noticed the scene as he took care of Pops sitting in his throne.

"Convection-Class Lunarians like Boss do not need sleep. Well, not necessarily, no. However, it is incredibly beneficial to her mental health as well as her overall attitude. So, technically speaking, Boss does not need sleep, but she wants to sleep in order to rest from the constant storm of thought-processing, calculating and controlling differing projects around the solar system."

"Thought-processing? Projects in the solar system? Huh? Sounds rather stressful yes. But...  You make it sound like sleep is kinda special to her."

"It is. On an average, humans and living beings like you process up to 70.000 thoughts per day. Boss can process this amount within a nano-second. She does calculate at lightspeed afterall. How else do you think she figured out a Warp-Engine within two years? However, imagine you'd be processing your thoughts at this rate. Of course it doesn't come to a surprise that this uses up incredible amounts of energy. But it also is a constant stressor. You also need to take into consideration her overall  physical weakness, hence, she naturally evolved with a prey-instinct. Many mammals only sleep with one eye open. It's necessary, but it also adds stress of course. Hence I recommend that the Boss does sleep at least one hour per week. She refused doing so since she's here though. Too cold. It triggers survival-modes. Energy is used up much faster on this planet, compared to zero gravity in outer space or low gravity on the moon.", Ben explained, opening a holographic screen in mid-air to show a statistical representation of how much energy its Boss was using in the Blue World, compared to her former home. Doing so, it obviously didn't show what Marco had no request-permission for. Her mental health. A massive stressor caused by horrible nightmares and terrible flashbacks... 

"Gotcha! You mentioned that, yoi! Thank you for explaining, Ben. I want to help your Boss, but admittedly, I have to study her alien-biology first. I'm still sorry I couldn't figure out that she needed more thermal-energy after her arrival here...". "You were smart enough to use the data of my screen to prevent her from dying and eventually recovering. If her condition would've become any worse or more critical, my operator-mode would have changed and I would have requested thermal energy for her." 

"That's good to know. When your Boss ever needs medical help and you can't assist her, don't hesitate to ask me, alright?" Marco smiled, exchanging a caring gaze between Ben and Ace, who slowly lifted the drooling mess of a girl into his arms. "I'll bring her to bed then. Let's not wake her when sleep is that rare and special, shall we?", the young commander quietly said, turning away from the group.

"Aye...! - Oh. By the way, Ben. Your Boss gave me that permission to request medical data from you, aye? Could you explain to me again, how this convection-class-biology works?", the blue Phoenix gave his friend a smile, watching the Blackhair for a moment as he vanished to the rooms downstairs, before turning back to the robot.

"Roger. Roger!" Ben saluted. "A Convection-Class-Lunarian is an incredibly rare mutation that occurs only once in a billion. To my knowledge, in all of Lunarian-History, there were only three occurrences of this specific, rare mutation. Each time a C-Class was born, our advancement of technology skyrocketed massively. Their entire biology is severely different from that of other Lunarians. They are born with incredibly weak bodies but a massive intelligence. In fact, to othe intelligent life, it is simply not comprehensible. There is a mythic rumor, that a C-Class is born in connection with the universe, therefore gaining its knowledge and wit. However, this is very likely nothing but fantasy. There are actual physics behind their biology. They do not need physical strength, as their bodies are made to be space-faring and survive in the vacuum, unaffected by cosmic radiation. In fact, Convection-Classes like Boss can use radiation as yet another energy source! The special blood in her veins moves at incredible speed when it is warm enough. The particles are heated up and more energy is created which her brain then uses up. Her body only needs 0,01% of the energy she feeds on, the rest of all that is sorely to power her brain. Hence the cold is such a danger to her. The particles slow down, energy slowly stands still, molecules nearly freeze in position and not enough energy is created. It gets even worse when we approach negative temperatures. The colder it is, the less particle movement we have until everything will eventually come to a near standstill. This would ultimately lead to a freezing death of the Boss. Convection is technically speaking the chief element in weather technology because it is the process of moving energy of heat according to the movement of heated particles. In Chemistry, when the liquid fluids heat up, the heated elements tend to move faster and rise as it becomes less dense. Whereas the cooler molecules or particles drops down consequently which is denser. The specific mechanisms are usually referred to as convection, thermal radiation, and conduction. It's a shame that Convection-Lunarians weren't granted fusion energy within their bodies. That would create more than enough energy for a long, long, long, long time!"

"This sounds horribly complicated... So let me get this right, in short: Nemo's entire biology is based on energy-convection. But when her blood is moving this fast and creates its own energy, then why does she need to leech it from external sources?" Marco wondered, observing the robot opening more statistical screens to represent its medical explanation.

"Her blood is not like the blood you know, as you may have noticed. Afterall, the internal body temperature of Boss is supposed to be at least 1500 degrees Celsius! In space, this was more than enough to sustain basic functions for days on end. Here? Due to your atmospheric conditions, the increased gravity, weather and multiple other circumstances such as heat dissipation, this thermal-energy is used up much, much faster. Her blood runs cold much, much more quickly. On the moon, there always were about 150 degrees Celsius on thedaylight surface, no atmosphere either. Heat was easily absorbed and when Boss needed a quick little extra, she just caught some from the sun directly. She only avoided shadows and literally had endless energy to spare. Here? That's - very different. There is not enough sunlight and radiation coming through your atmosphere. That's very good for you, because it made life in this world possible. To her, 30 Celsius on your warm summer days feel like a freezing bath! And the more the Boss is freezing, the more energy she needs to send to her body. She gets tired, exhausted, energy dissipates, it's painful, feels like hundreds of nasty needles swung into her skin, really. I do not recommend it!"

"Ouch... Yeah, let's make sure that's not happening. I see... Simply being in our worlds must be tremendously agonising to her." Marco empathised, understanding this alien-biology a little better, while also understanding why Nemo often seemed so aggressive. It came to no surprise to him she snapped easily when she was fighting constant exhaustion. 

"Correct. Whereas you are very used and accustomed to your planetary circumstances, to Boss it is a severe muscle training to keep standing on her own feet. Imagine there were tons of extra weight on every cell of your body, and then you are supposed to run? It wouldn't work. But we learned that Boss can use up some of your earthly sugars and proteins to help her build some muscle that might support her body on this planet!"

"Maybe it's just a question of time then? We'll just make sure we'll help her in every way we can. We can lift things for her as well and our kitchen can surely work out a good meal-plan, to help her body get accustomed to our planet!" The Blonde jovially said, positive that he'd be able to help their new alien-friend after all!

"Roger! Roger! I'm positive as well that Boss just needs time to adjust. However, the energy-feeding issue will remain. It is simply too cold here. But we are also working on an external heat-shield. We just gotta find more platinum for the circuits!"

"Well, in the time being, Ace surely has no issue sharing his fire with her. We owe you anyway. You guys dragged his bottom out of Impel Down! But... wait... You said your Bosse's internal temperature is usually 1500 degrees Celsius! How come that she is not setting things ablaze and we don't feel this heat standing next to her? I mean, sure, she feels a little warmer than we do, but she certainly doesn't radiate that much heat? I would've noticed as much when I examined her...", the Phoenix wondered, tilting his head in confusion.

"That's because her skin isolates all that heat inside her body as well. You took her outside temperature, which is usually something around 50-60 degrees Celsius. All of the thermal energy remains inside her body. That's why I warned you to not take a sample of her blood. If you would have done that, you would've only melted the syringe you tried to use to get it. If you want to analyse her blood, you have permission to ask me. I am allowed to share a sample of it." Ben chuckled, saluting again before sharing a screen with the doctor, where he could analyse the blood of Nemo.

"That's incredible! Woah! Wait! Her blood is a little bit like plasma but it's not plasma? What is a superfluid? AHHH! I see, that's how the convection inside her body works! .... Wait? Is this the core next to her heart? That's how she saves up all that energy? That's impressive! Humans like us would die in space within seconds, and to her, that's her natural environment! We would die a most painful and horrible death in a vacuum. Nemo is fully unaffected! We'd die of radiation. How come she is not radioactive if she can use radiation as well?", Marco exclaimed, bursting out in dozens of questions, sitting down before starting to study all the information shared with him. The list of things the doctor wished to know was a long one and small Ben had a lot to answer within the next few hours, while some of the Crew also sat next to the robot, trying to learn about alien-bodies and life in outer space. They also learned a little about other alien species, how different many life-forms in the universe were and how not everything depended on water and oxygen. In fact, it seemed that the basic element of everything seemed to be hydrogen, which Ben stated, was the most common element in the universe. 

To be fair. Marco was a doctor, a man of science and very knowledgeble as well. He wasn't specialised in technological science, engineering, quantum mechanics nor physics. He was an expert in the medical field! And to any doctor, having the chance of analysing the genetics of a real alien-visitor, would've been something incredibly exciting! Biology and Chemistry were part of his specialisation, and to learn something that "outer space" was thrilling to say the least!

// If you have questions about Nemo's alien-biology, drop your asks here! <3 

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[picklesonjupiter]

On ao3, for @hprarepairshorts, cw: nsfw, a/b/o, teacher/student, Bill is 18

He lingered by the dining hall's fireside, hoping for Professor Snape to pass by. It was the winter holiday, and Bill had decided to stay at Hogwarts even though his mum and Charlie had urged him to return home. There were few students around, and the only professors who had stayed were the heads of houses.

He rubbed his clammy hands on his robe, swallowing his saliva as the person he had anticipated walked past him. He breathed in the rich, musky scent of the omega. If he could, he would breathe in that scent directly from the source; he imagined burying his nose at the juncture of his neck, and after he got his full, he would bite him to claim him as his omega.

Bill knew it was wrong to desire his professor. Yet his alpha instincts told him that the omega was his mate, the one meant for him. He was certain Professor Snape knew he was his because he frequently observed him in class. Having Professor Snape’s attention was all Bill wanted in life.

Bill made his way to the professor's table and sat next to Professor Snape, which caused the man to glare in his direction.

“Mr. Weasley, what is the meaning of this? Even if it is winter break, this seating is for professors, and you are no such thing.” Professor Snape said with an arched eyebrow.

“Now, Severus, allow the child to sit where he likes.” Minerva admonished, and Bill bristled at being called a child. He had just turned eighteen a few weeks ago, and besides, he was far more responsible than anyone his age. “Bill is a head boy, and I feel that he’s earned the privilege to eat with his professors.”

“Fine,” Professor Snape muttered, and Bill noticed him clenching his fists.

Bill had a keen eye for Professor Snape's body language and could read his emotions just by looking at his clenched fists or furrowed brow. Bill knew that Professor Snape hated when Gryffindors were shown preferential treatment. Or when other professors condescended on him and behaved as if his views were irrelevant due to his age.

Bill found everything about Professor Snape fascinating; it was worse than Charlie’s obsession for dragons. There was nothing physically appealing about Professor Snape, what with his oily hair and yellowing, crooked teeth. Yet his scent was alluring, and Professor Snape could easily fix his hair and teeth with potions and charms. Bill wondered why he wasn’t more mindful of his appearance.

Bill began eating and tried conversing with Professor Snape, but the man snubbed him. It would be more difficult than Bill thought to get into Professor Snape’s graces.

~~**~~

Bill cornered Professor Snape in an empty corridor. “Professor, may I speak with you? Privately?”

The omega’s eyes flickered toward him with apprehension. “Come along,” he said, guiding them to his office. Anticipation grew. Bill was ready to pledge his loyalty and take his omega in his arms.

Professor Snape offered him a seat while he sat behind his desk. Bill detested their positions; they resembled a professor and student meeting when he intended to establish a more intimate dynamic. He sat and stretched out his long legs, reaching the omega’s feet under the desk. Professor Snape glared at the contact but did not pull away.

Bill smiled, hope rising. “I think you know why I am here.” Professor Snape’s frown grew more prominent as he spoke.

"Whatever this is, it is not appropriate. You must cease at once,” he said in a harsh tone.

Bill leaned over and caught the professor’s hand in his. "You do not want me to give up on you. If that was what you were looking for, then you wouldn't have invited me into your office.”

“Do not presume to know my mind, Mr. Weasley. I would never descend to the level of seeking a student's attention.” Professor Snape's behavior contradicted his words; he clutched Bill's hand tightly, as if it were his lifeline.

Bill was unable to resist and wrapped his lips around the omega's. After planting a kiss on the professor's lips, he was pleasantly surprised when he kissed back. Bill stepped around the awkward desk in their way and continued to snog the omega.

~~**~~

They were in the professor’s room, which was minimally decorated and did not resemble a typical Omega’s den. Bill turned his attention back to the omega, who was tense and looked like he regretted inviting Bill into his room.

Bill caressed his cheek and said, “Thank you for allowing me into your den.” Professor Snape leaned into the touch and inhaled Bill’s scent. Bill was certain that his Alpha pheromones were noticeably stronger than normal, enveloping the omega with his scent.

Pressing their foreheads together, Bill breathed in Professor Snape’s perfume and kissed him. The omega’s lips were velvety and sweet. Bill skillfully opened the other man's mouth, swooping his tongue into it and exploring every recess. He took pleasure in the moans he brought out of the professor.

Professor Snape shivered as Bill gently stroked his fingers over his scent glands. Bill felt a growl escape him when the omega’s perfume intensified and guided him onto the bed. Bill planted kisses on his rosy cheeks and nose, and as he kissed just above his scenting gland, he moaned. Bill could listen to his moans for an eternity.

He licked the omega's scent gland, eliciting more whimpers and moans. His teeth ached to sink into his supple flesh. He ignored his alpha instincts as he moved down his neck and slowly unbuttoned the professor’s robe. Upon seeing his exposed chest, Bill inhaled, trying to calm his rising arousal.

The omega writhed and trembled as Bill was licking his delicate pink nipples into peaks. He never knew he was a nipple man up until this point. He kissed his way down to his navel. He gently ran his hands over his slender body, caressing him with such tenderness that it felt like he was confessing his heart’s truth.

He fondled the omega’s erection over his trousers before unbuttoning them. He pulled them off with his pants and admired the omega’s cock. It was slender and long. However, Bill was certain his was thicker in girth. He stroked it and listened to the omega’s maddeningly loud moans.

Bill pressed his nose to his groin—the omega’s scent was sharper—and rubbed three fingers over his leaking hole. He smeared a glob of slick with his fingers and tasted the omega as he licked his fingers. His taste was sublime.

Bill needed to taste it from the source; he ran his tongue across the omega’s hole and licked it like it was a lolly. Professor Snape moaned with pleasure as Bill's tongue explored his hole. Bill's pulse quickened as he savoured the taste of the omega's slick. He moaned with pleasure as he finished licking the omega's hole clean.

He withdrew to undress and took off his clothes. He pumped his cock once or twice and guided it to the omega’s sphincter, rubbing his head with slick. Bill grunted as he slipped deeper into his hole, and Professor Snape whined and panted as he moved his hips. He looked into his depthless, dark eyes, raising the ferocity of his thrust as his arousal heightened.

The omega whimpered and tilted his head, showing his throat and his scent gland. Bill’s motion briefly slowed down, and he asked, “Are you sure?” A nod of affirmation was enough for Bill’s mouth to salivate. As he rutted into the omega, he swirled his tongue around a scent gland and bit it. His omega cried out in pain and pleasure, shuddering in climax. Bill followed closely behind, and he had an orgasmic experience while biting the other scent gland.

Severus Snape was now his omega .

~~**~~

Winter break had come to an end, and Bill was now mated to one of his professors. Severus advised holding off on telling anyone about their mating until after the school year ended. He doubted he could keep it a secret from Charlie. His brother had already questioned him when he smelled an omega’s scent on him.

Bill had never shown any interest in any of the omegas who asked him out, and Charlie knew this. He often joked that it would be a miracle if Bill ever showed interest in an omega. Since Bill wanted to share what he perceived as a miracle with Charlie, he readily gave in to Charlie's repeated requests that he reveal the identity of the omega.

Bill told Charlie his secret in a quiet place where no one could overhear it. “It’s Professor Snape, and you can’t say anything; otherwise, he'll be in trouble. In case you were wondering, I made the first move. Also, we’re mated to each other. He is my omega.”

Charlie's expression grew more and more shocked by each confession, and all he said was, “Blimey.”

Bill laughed, and eventually Charlie regained his composure.

“Mum will not be pleased when she learns that you’ve seduced our professor.” Charlie chuckled when Bill groaned in despair.

Charlie had taken the news well, but he was not sure his parents would respect his choice for a mate. His alpha instinct would not allow anyone to disparage his mate.

"After being her well-behaved eldest son for so long, she will have to forgive my one transgression." Bill said, dreading her disappointed lecture.

~~**~~

Bill’s mum graciously accepted the news that he had mated, but upon telling her the identity of his omega, she got into a fit. It took Bill reassuring her that nothing had happened between them until after he was of age for her to calm down. She was still apprehensive, but when Severus visited the Burrow, she had a conversation with him, and it soothed her fears.

Bill took up an apprenticeship with Gringotts and moved in with Severus. During the school year, they lived at Hogwarts—Severus had expanded his room so it accommodated Bill. In the summer, they lived in Severus’ old childhood home. Bill spruced it up, as it had been run down; with a few charms and spells, the place looked less like a haunted house and more like a charming home for a Curse-Breaker and a Potions Master.

#omegaverse #severus x bill #severus snape #bill weasley #smut

[foximator-blog]

in all seriousness i find it appalling that the mm4 robot masters are under the DWN prefix instead of DCN on account of the fact those 8 were manufactured by Cossack [this also applies for tundra man in 11]

Wily has a nasty habit of being lazy and just stealing robots, and yet he has the Audacity to call Light a Plagiarist in 11. Even with original robots like the Dark men, Mega man killers, Bass, King, the copy Mega man with the purple scarf, and the Genesis unit accounted for, Wily has still stolen more robots than he's actually built.

MM1: Light

MM2: His own bots

MM3: Seven of these are technically a conjoined effort between Wily and Light, but Shadow man was found in some ancient ruins and Wily repaired him with a ninja motif. The robots using the DWN label is... Debatable here and a bit complicated, but because I hate Wily's guts, and Seven out of 8 weren't supposed to be for combat anyway. I'm going to count the MM3 cast as stolen. Despite most fanworks and the manga treating them as purely Wily created.

MM4: Cossacks robots. Not Wily's. Their code should be DCN, not DWN

MM5: Okay, Wily got off his lazy ass and built his own robots again for once. Good job Wily.

MM6: Made by various Scientists around the world and kidnapped after being tricked by a fake tournament. For Shame, Wily!

MM World V: Made by aliens to be war machines. Not Wily's work.

MM7: Many people think that the four pods in the start contain the four robots you face at the start of the game, and that wily quickly built the last 4... But I disagree after reading their descriptions in the field guide. Plus it would usually takes time to develop A.I. and test weapons. Plus all their descriptions describe them as having jobs either for, or not for Wily before the events of seven. Burst man, Freeze man, Cloud man, and Shade man were all stolen. And Slash, Junk, Spring, and Turbo were the ones he built, and most likely were the ones to break him out of prison.

MM8: Another mix of built and stolen. Wily stole Tengu, Astro, Clown, and Aqua. And Wily actually built Sword, Frost and Grenade. The source on wether or not Search is stolen varies... But out of spite I also class him as stolen.

MM&B: Wily's involvement is void, as King is the one doing the stealing and building. Though, Wily did build King.

MM9: Light's creations again.

MM10: All robots unfortunate enough to fall victim to Wily's virus. So no he didn't build them.

MM11: All stolen.

DOS: not necessarily canon. But all nine are stolen in my AU so let's count them.

That means that out of 126 boss characters (Excluding Mega man, Roll, and Proto man), Wily has literally only built roughly 36 (my math might be off. My brain is fried after this rant) meaning he's stolen 90 of those robots.

36 is impressive for one guy to build, but compared to the robots Wily has stolen and in some cases aside from light, taken credit for... Yeesh

#megaman #dr wily #anon ask #take this with a grain of salt #i'm an idiot

[tgrailwar-zero]

Servant Matrix: KUKULKAN

Class: Foreigner/Invader

True Name: Kukulkan

Gender: Female

Alignment: Lawful Good

Height/Weight: 176 cm / ?? kg

Source: Mayan Mythology, ???

Region: ???

ENDURANCE GAUGE: [X/X/X/X/X]

MANA CHARGES: [ X / X / X / X / X / X ]

COMMAND SPELLS: [ X / / ]

A benevolent goddess modeled after a major deity from Mayan mythology. While holding some key differences from the Kukulkan of lore, she holds steadfast to being a solar goddess related to both creation, and destruction. Her main goal is to destroy the Solar Cell- not out of malice, but due to the fact that when the Solar Cell fully manifests, it will become a danger to humanity. While she loves the ‘civilization’ built here, she uses her abilities to see that the ‘Sun’ of the Solar Cell cannot return the love that the people have given it, and sees destruction as a mercy- and is willing to accept the role of a villain in order to pursue it.

However, she has her doubts now. While she still feels as though the Solar Cell is lacking love, her Master's quest for answers has left her uneasy- and also asking herself 'what could happen for a Sun to lose the love for their people?'

Unwilling to be a hypocrite, she instead marches forward in uncertainty with her Masters, hoping that they'll find answers together.

While her formal class is 'Foreigner', within her resides 'Invader'- a cold, logical program that wishes to do whatever it can to gain power, and find the best course of action to destroy the Solar Cell. - Kukulkan's a powerful, all-rounded Servant. Using her magical energy, she can manifest either powerful beams of mana, or enhance her physical capabilities to get up close and personal with her enemies. Like a shooting star, Kukulkan tends to rush into battle with a smile on her face and a fire in her eyes, preferring to smash things up before it gets too complicated. With an excitable, curious, yet surprisingly wise personality, this Servant firmly marches to the beat of her own drum. However, her status as the special 'Invader-class' makes her an enemy to all those who exist in the Solar Cell. With her summoned purpose to 'destroy the Solar Cell', and her status as a good god who guides others, she finds herself at odds between her purpose and her nature.

Strength: C

Endurance: C

Agility: B

Mana: EX

Luck: A

NP: B++

SKILLS:

Charisma of Jade (A+) - Authority over water and wind, as well as a high-ranking Charisma skill. The chance of death through poor luck is reduced.

We, the Winged Serpent (EX) - The divine authority to use the skills of other gods with the Feathered Serpent moniker, such as Quetzalcoatl. In theory.

Golden Sea of Trees Travelogue (EX) - Memories from a distant time and place, boosting Kukulkan's combat efficiency.

Civilization Creation (EX) - High ranking expertise regarding guiding the livelihood of living beings. The wisdom of the 'Teachings of the Sun', forging forth the ideal path.

??? (Unranked) - Effects unknown.

NOBLE PHANTASM: Kinich Ahau Impact

Kukulkan diverts all of her magical energy, as well as the magical energy around her, into manifesting herself as a massive Luminous Body radiating with extreme heat and incredible density for a short period of time. While Kukulkan tends to this Noble Phantasm for one incredibly powerful strike, one can take advantage of this temporary form change for a variety of purposes.

#servant matrix

[stormbabylore]

Job Transitions: Archer -> Bard

This will likely be my last post regarding my personal canon for the transition from Aeryn's starter class into her specialized role (unless I decide to tackle some of the AUs I have for her, too). Finishing off with her main: archer/bard! ♥

Spoilers for the ARR and Heavensward bard class quests below.

B A R D

Though they irritate me a lot now, I initially liked the ARR archer quests and do feel they are mostly canon to Aeryn's experience. I like the notion that she learned very little in the way of true, proper form as a result of Leih and Silvairre's constant bickering and had to rely more on a kind of self-guided regimen based on careful observation and Luciane's occasional nuggets of wisdom/guidance. I've mused before on the fact that Aeryn was not a natural-born archer and had to work really, really hard to hone her skills; and the fact that she had no stable mentor for this class and was largely self-taught lends itself to that headcanon.

Aeryn did later meet with Jehantel, as encouraged by Luciane, and she did accept the soulstone from him - but she did not canonically become a bard. Her inability to fully connect with the magic of the Source prevented her from fully attuning to the soulstone, and she could neither hear the songs of bards past nor learn to play her own. She was, however, able to develop certain unique skills from Jehantel's myriad spiritual excursions, and both those skills and his guidance did help her become a stronger natural archer. He was able to guide her form and physical technique in a way that had been lacking in her time under Luciane's guidance. She practiced what he taught her relentlessly.

Eventually, to her very great surprise, she stumbled by fluke upon an an unnatural means of mimicking the power of song, too. But rather than draw from the soulstone, Aeryn found she could instead fuel her bow with something inexplicable that she could sense and manifest from within. It was draining and highly difficult to achieve, at first - and she knew it was not the power Jehantel often sang of. But despite not knowing where the power came from, she managed to utilize it well enough in rare circumstances that Jehantel never seemed to notice her inability to evoke the power of song the way other bards might have. Aeryn suspected it was only Hydaelyn's blessing that enabled her to forge some mockery of a song's magic through her bow, and she spent much of her time training with Jehantel feeling like a fraud, undeserving of his liberal praise.

Nevertheless, she continued her training with him, because something of his self-inflicted suffering spoke to her - he, who had embraced his loneliness after an inconceivable loss, she thought, might actually comprehend the inexplicable loss she constantly felt within over the missing parts of herself she did not know. (Despite this, she never broached the subject with him, and in the end felt only grateful to have had the opportunity to help him work through his own grief.)

When Jehantel later roped her into the quest to help Sanson and Guydelot, Aeryn was apprehensive. Despite her growing prowess with the bow, she still felt like a fraud and feared she would ultimately cause more harm than good in Sanson's venture by falsely representing not only Jehantel but also his art. Yet neither Sanson nor Guydelot said anything about her silence in battle or her lack of song.

Sanson, in fact, could not tell the difference, having so little understanding of what it truly meant to be a bard. Guydelot, however, noticed from the start. He played little melodies and constantly invited Aeryn to join him, curious to know more about this strange non-bard who had garnered Jehantel's great praise. And each time she politely declined, he'd smile a cheshire sort of grin, shrug it off, and go back to poking at Sanson.

It was not until the aftermath of their battle with the siren and her Ballad of Oblivion that the truth emerged, when Mogta innocently asked why Aeryn did not call upon song the way Guydelot did. Aeryn slumped down into the grass, exhausted. She gazed up at the stars. And she told them everything. To her very great surprise, they none of them judged her for it. In fact, Sanson expressed awe that she should be so strong in spite of her limited control of bard magic. And Guydelot revealed to her that he had always known - that he could sense her use of song differed from his own. And then he sat beside her and told her it did not negate her skill with the bow, nor the power of her song.

From that moment on, Aeryn chose to accept herself as a true bard - because they did, and who was she to argue with them?

Though she may never quite understand the how or why of it, Aeryn actually fuels her bardic skills with the remnant star magic that still dwells within her - essentially fueling her bow with her own "aether," in a way, though the limitation of her ability to wield it prevents it from being hazardous to her. The silent "song" she evokes offers powerful bursts of heightened energy for a few short moments, but due to the mental and physical strain that follows, she rarely relies upon the skill except in the most dire of circumstances.

I do intend to write the above scene as fic, once of these days. I love how the bard quests ultimately pull together Aeryn's two canon-main classes in such a lovely way, and I'm a sucker for little found families like what I think she finds with Sanson, Guydelot, and Mogta and their unquestioning acceptance of her, magical limitations and all.

/beam

#aeryn stormwater #ffxiv oc #ffxiv wol #ffxiv #ffxiv gpose #ffxiv screenshots #wol lore #wol oc #my wol #ff14 #final fantasy 14 #final fantasy xiv #arr spoilers #a realm reborn spoilers #hw spoilers #heavensward spoilers #ffxiv archer #ffxiv bard #ffxiv class quests #i miss her pigtail braids so much #wol questions #jehantel fointeaume #guydelot thildonnet #sanson smyth #luciane corne #silvairre the virtuous #leih aliapoh #aeryn's little bard family

[fluorider]

Marx, K., & Engels, F. (1848). The Communist Manifesto. Kommunistischer Arbeiterbildundsverein.

I have to confess that I have a very different relationship with this booklet than the rest of the people that have read it, as it was mainly for me a personal exercise of analytical scrutiny of the media I consume. Started after watching two videos about this booklet and both told radically different things of what "is it about". My blood boiled because i felt lied to so I just fucking read it.

True enough it is a booklet designed to raise class consciousness of the working class in the 18 hundreds specially to anglophone and germanophone countries, more precisely to illustrate a simplified version of the author's critique of capitalist proletariat/bourgeois dynamics. It is also important to understand that from this text you will not grasp Marxist theory in its entirety.

Furthermore it absolutely needs to be stressed that this book is not a guide for social reorganization in any way and anyone that claims such a thing either hasn't read it or has an interest in making people think that.

It is also important to note that to this day it still remains historically relevant and highly controversial thanks to the likes of Jordan B. Peterson who cannot give a press conference now a days without summoning the phantom of Marxist Postmodernism; a ridiculous term as both Marxists and Postmodernists hold intrinsically opposite and antagonistic ideas to one another.

For me this controversial and storied booklet was a mandatory reading as the first step in stopping myself from listening to thought-leaders to feel informed and just actually getting informed.

People in power will always try to influence our decisions, so for me this booklet was that lesson; trying to at least read the sources of what they are talking about once in a while.

There is no Big Other to impress. We are all alone, so at least we must be genuine to yourselves.

#book review #Book #communist manifesto