#the thing he is holding a crossbow......... theoretically

[bluesdesk]

Wars headcanons because it's a trend now??

He and Linkle are siblings, Wars is about 6 years older than her! They don't have other siblings.

He's a descendant of Twilight! They're distant relatives so Wars doesn't really recognize or know him! This headcanon comes from the fact Wars and Artemis/Athena are based on Twilight and Dusk the most, so yes Athena is a descendant of Dusk. Also I ship TP Zelink so theoretically Wars and Athena would be both descendants of Twi and Dusk and sk be distant relatives, but too distant to be considered family at all.

Wars was born in the countryside. A rural town was built around a well known ranch some time after Twilight’s adventure. And when Wars is a kid the ranch is inhabited by his grandmother, while he lives in a nearby house.

So, story time! His parents looked like good and respectable people. They didn't know much about swords, but the grandmother was secretly able with crossbows. When the first kid of the couple was born, they noticed the triforce mark and went crazy. They named him Link because he was going to be a hero, they began to spoil him, accommodate every whim, give him gifts like every day. The grandma pointed out it wasn’t good or healthy for him but the parents didn't listen. As soon as he could run without losing balance, the situation changed and even if he was still treated as the purest angel who couldn't be corrected or scolded (he couldn't do anything worng because he had the triforce, they believed), he began his sword training, that took hours every day and was exhausting. When he was 6 he got a sister, but apparently she didn't have a triforce mark on her hand. The parents were too focused on their Link and didn't bother to find a better name for her, they named her Linkle. While she was still loved, the parents treated the kids way differently. Linkle didn't get gifts every day, she didn't get training from a young age, she could make mistakes and get scolded (even when it was clearly Wars's fault). And mostly, the two kids couldn't spend time together the most of the times because Wars was often too tired to do anything other than sleeping after the training. The grandma couldn't stand that and decided to bring Linkle to her house/ranch and raise her by herself. She also taught her to use crossbows. She and Wars didn't meet again for years. In his teens Wars is sent to Hyrule Town to continue his training, it's hard for him at first because he was treated really differently at home. After being scolded too many times for acting superior, he learns modesty and teamwork. Then, when Wars is 21 and Linkle is 15, HW happens and they meet again. They're both heroes and they live at the castle. Their parents died in a fire some years before, and the grandma died shortly before HW.

Speaking of Linkle, she's the bearer of the rriforce if power. She didn't have it during HW because it was trapped in Ganondorf's spirit. After HW the triforce piece went back to the Sacred Realm but the day after it was already with Linkle.

Wars's hair is probably a darker shade of blonde, but he dyed it lighter. Why? Because Artemis/Athena is naturally a brunette like Dusk but chose to dye her hair blonde, and Wars tried her dye too!

Wars learned the scarf isn't really part of the tunic of the hero, and most likely a gift from his Zelda. That's one of the main reasons he's almost always wearing it, like Sky with his sailcloth!

Linkle will eventually teach him how to handle cuccos, he and Sky will be the "heroes with a long cape thing and the ability to hold cuccos"

Wind reminds him of his sister, he's 14 and Linkle is 16 during LU, their behaviors are kinda similar!

Yes his or Linkle's descendants will take care of the ranch in the future, one of these people is Makimi!

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #zelda #the legend of zelda #hyrule warriors #lu warriors #lu wars #linkle #lu linkle #lu artemis #lu athena

[archduke-enver-gortash]

hello hello. have a another gortash letter and mindpiece. these two are being weird about their names. what else is new. (info you should know before this: zeke only ever calls him by his last name. well. once he didn’t. here’s the follow up to that) ao3 here for those who prefer to read on there.

Prayer.

A solemn request for help or expression of thanks to God. 

This is what flickers immediately in your mind, no? A definition. Something tangible. Ever so studious. Meticulous. Let me indulge in something more… theoretical, if you will. What is a prayer to you? 

Words are not the weapon in your mouth as they are in mine, if anything I would have to admit they are a hindrance to you. (I would also have to admit that this hindrance is another weapon fit for my hand— but that is an indulgence for another day perhaps, my dear.) 

I’d like to ask you if your prayer needs your words. If so, do they come easy to you, then? Does anyone’s prayer need words? 

Allow me another indulgence: I would like to elaborate on how I pray to the Black Lord. Perhaps it will help you answer my question. Ah, no need to hold back with you, I assume: I know it shall.

A prayer to me is simply this: holding.

Holding the quill to sign this letter. 

Holding a wrench in my hand.

Holding the cattle to punish insubordination. 

Holding the strings to connect everything to its rightful place.

Holding this city.

Holding the world.

Holding the trigger of the crossbow piercing you with arrows.

Holding the executioner’s sword.

Holding your throat when your eyes blaze with fury.

Holding your throat when your eyes widen in horror. 

Holding your heart when your eyes blaze with fury.

Holding your heart when your eyes widen in horror.

Holding you.

Is killing then your prayer, scion of murder? I know that you perked up just now—this is what you believe to be true. I’m almost sorry to say, my dear, but that is not the case. Right now you are almost certainly gnashing your teeth at this, and now you have stopped because I have pointed it out. As the one holding your bright mind, do let me elaborate before you lose yourself to one of those pesky tantrums you’re prone to: Prayer is an act of fear to you. 

Your fear is a rare thing, my companion. The rare fruit is the sweetest of them all, however. Is that why you reserve it for your dear Father? 

When you first said my name, I knew I tasted it. When you writhed before me covered in your own vile blood and you looked up at me, your eyes sharp as knives and you first said my name, I knew that I would not, could not forget the sound of it. I knew that I would hold this memory until my dying days. I also knew that this most exquisite memory was not the only thing I was going to hold in this moment. I knew I tasted it.

Is that why you reserve it for me?

Let us pray, Ezekiel. Together.

From now on you are to call me Enver. 

#enver gortash #gortash #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #the dark urge #durge #oc: zeke #gortash & zeke

[ocean-spirit-productions]

OC-Tober day 20

#oc-tober2020 #oc-tober #inktober2020 #Inktober #artists on tumblr #digital art #allll caught up #the thing he is holding a crossbow......... theoretically #rip rip rip #ill try and keep the posting up to date from now #SoA comic

[shepherds-of-haven]

i swear i read somewhere that blade doesn’t really like using guns bc it goes against some ket principles. would you mind like… going into those a little more, for curiosity’s sake?

Hi there, this is sort of an obscure or complex thing to explain, but I'll do my best to do it succinctly!

Among the Ket, there are generally two categories of weapons/schools of thought. Megil-aith is the category consisting of "traditional" weapons, weapons and tools passed down through the ancient art of warfare like blades, bows, spears, and etc. Galvorn-aith are more "modern" weapons like guns, black powder, explosives, and etc.

It's kind of hard to explain, but in Ket culture, this division isn't simply the distinction between different types of weapons: the whole idea of megil-aith vs galvorn-aith is in itself a larger philosophy, school of thought, ideology, or guiding concept beyond just the weaponry. It's not a spiritualism, exactly: more like a code of principles, morals, and propriety that govern some Ket's way of life. In certain circles, some schools of thought consider megil-aith to be the only "honorable" or right way to engage in combat and warfare. To these proponents, modern weaponry is considered anathema; to touch them is to dirty oneself, and combat utilizing them is antithetical to the Ket's principles and the "proper" way to wage war. Some purists even believe that crossbows do not fall under megil-aith. The proponents of this philosophy tend to be old-school traditionalists and conservatives who find it shameful for a Ket to just pick up a gun and mow people down with it; they place a lot of stock in skill, honor, and risk, and think that those who use galvorn-aith either cut corners or are cowards who aren't engaging in "honorable" combat.

Those who believe in galvorn-aith, on the other hand, claim that change is neither morally good nor bad: it simply is, and a Ket must adapt constantly if he wishes for the success of himself and his city-state, since the rest of the world won't stop for him. Proponents of galvorn-aith believe that failure to adapt and stubbornly clinging to the old ways is foolish and small-minded, and that a dedicated warrior uses all of the tools available to him rather than turning up his nose on the basis of arbitrary snobbery. This is sometimes interpreted by opponents as equating to loose morals, as "anything" under the galvorn-aith philosophy should theoretically be subject to change, including (hypothetically) one's deepest convictions and beliefs.

In short, proponents of galvorn-aith push open-mindedness and progress, while naysayers believe it promotes subjectivism, relativism, and nihilism.

Blade himself doesn't hold any strong personal beliefs about this dichotomy either way: he will still pick up a gun if he has to, and he knows how to use one. He's not really interested in the whole debate. However, his training took place under Ket masters who believed in megil-aith, and Ygrath itself has a strong megil-aith culture, so he's just not as naturally comfortable with it as he is with a traditional weapon like a sword or a knife (or even a bow). It's not his go-to weapon of choice, but it's not anathema to him, either!

I hope that makes sense!

#Shepherds of Haven #Blade #Blade Bronwyn #worldbuilding #ket #races #weapons #megil-aith #galvorn-aith

[saphirered]

Hi welcome back! Hope you’re doing well. Random question b4 my request, bc I want to give back as thanks for the great writing: are you a coffee, tea, or hot chocolate/cocoa drinker? I prefer hot chocolate and sweet tea.

How would the m9 respond to an SO/friend with a kid? Where the reader is a single parent with a child of at most 10 years old. Thanks :)

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This took a while to write so sorry for that 😅. I'm so glad you like my writing! I love writing for you lot. I'm definitely a hot cocoa person. I hope this one turned out to your liking 😘.

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Caleb:

You never hid the fact you had a child from Caleb, if anything you’re proud of them. Though, you do know in certain company it’s better to keep that fact a secret for safety reasons. Caleb understands that fully he respects and admires you always put your child’s best interests first.

This is why when you began getting more involved with Caleb you kept your child out of it and took a good amount of time before introducing them to the wizard. You didn’t want to set expectations for both sides and wanted to protect and preserve them both should what you and Caleb had going not work out after all.

It’s no surprise Caleb is good with children. He takes a gentle approach when it comes to all things good in this world to the point of almost being afraid to ‘ruin it’. You assured him many times he was in the clear and how could his heart not warm at the curiosity and search for knowledge your child was already displaying.

With your permission Caleb began teaching your child some things here and there. The theoretics of magic and eventually simple spells. The smile it brought to their faces while they worked couldn’t make you happier. Caleb definitely earned your child’s approval to stick around.

Beau:

At first Beau is surprised. She knows children come from somewhere of course. She’s not stupid but actually tying a child to their parent let alone being very close to that parent is a whole new story. Especially learning you raised your child on your own and seeing you want to provide what’s best for them definitely earns you her respect, not having a parent with the same motivation herself and all.

The day of introductions came along and as expected Beau is the most awkward, trying not to be a terrible influence and be on her best behaviour, makes her very much on edge. An perceptive child picking up on this awkward behaviour calling her out leaving her cursing like a sailor, then apologising for said curses, even less of a surprise. You had to assure her many times it was fine.

Beau makes a promise that no matter what, she’ll make sure you’ll be returning to your child and make sure they get the love and support they deserve. Growing up without loving parents is one thing. Growing up an orphan another. She’d do everything in her power to keep you safe.

It may have began with joking comments such as ‘finish your homework’ to ‘do the dishes’ and ‘be nice to your parent while I’m gone’ but it didn’t take long before Beau was helping them with their homework or cleaning dishes after you cooked.

Absolutely treats your child as someone capable of making decisions of their own and speaking for themselves. No baby voices or cooing like too many adults tend to do even to a child regardless of their age. Your child has thoughts and opinions of their own and for the love of all that is sacred, can speak for themselves. You’re glad Beau treats them with a sense of maturity.

Fjord:

Fjord may have done what can only be referred to as a spit take the moment you said you had a child. Clearly didn’t expect it but giving him time to recover and process he’d ask all sorts of questions. What are they like? What do they like? And of course the dreaded question about your partner.

Supportive Fjord for the win. After finding out you’re on your own he’d always have your back, checking in with you and making sure you’re doing alright amidst the stress of the world and raising a child in the mix of it all. He’d open up to you about his past and being raised without any kind of proper parental figure. What he wouldn’t have done to have someone like you around when it counted for him.

Introducing them went rather smoothly. Fjord is surprisingly good with children. While some might find him intimidating, he nearly melted when your child embraced him as a thank you for looking out for you. Fjord was happy to answer any and all questions your child asked.

Whenever you’d be swept away for a while having to leave your child in the care of your trusted ones, Fjord would tell your child to ‘have the wheel, sailor’ which they would return with a salute before biding you both goodbye. Fjord slowly transcended into a bit of a father role and none of you minded in the least. You were happy.

Veth:

When she spoke of her boy she left behind you pitied her. A child shouldn’t be without their family. They deserved to be loved and sheltered from the darkness of the world until they are ready. When you told her you had one of your own Veth really felt safe to confide in you with her worries and troubles. You bonded over it really, drowning out all the sad stories and struggles with fond memories of both your families. Sadly for you, that would only extend to you and your child, the memories of their other parent perhaps somewhat painful to share.

You wondered what it would be like if your children ever got to meet in person. Then the day came. Nicodranas really had a way of bringing families together didn’t it? First time may have been a bit strange, your child being fully aware of Veth’s need for a disguise with her son, played their part well. Both you and Veth may have wiped away some tears when Luc claimed your child their big sibling from now on, and you his third parent.

Work and life are a difficult combination for Veth. She wants nothing more than to be with Yeza and take care of her boy but as long as the world’s in peril and her other family needs her just as much if not more, she’ll have to leave them behind. Knowing that you and your child are with her husband and son when she can’t be eases her mind a lot and she’s forever grateful.

It goes unsaid that Veth’s time away from children and in the presence of adults, specifically the Mighty Nein may have left her a bit out of the routines of raising a child as shown by giving Luc and your child fireworks, promising them to teach them how to shoot a crossbow and more. You did have to hold her back a little with the help of Yeza and keep things a bit more contained for their safety, but mostly yours.

Jester:

Of course upon learning you’re raising your child all by yourself Jester goes onto a rant about how her and her mom were always alone and how Marion used to read stories to her and do you read stories to your child and do you sing to them and draw with them and give them hugs and cuddles after nightmares and… You have no idea how that girl doesn’t run out of breath.

Jester couldn’t be anyone but herself when meeting your child asking about their interests, do they like to draw and sing and dance and… You ran out of breath just listening to her talk and your child replying in similar fashion. Everything went quite well and the two of them got along. Jester would be singing them songs and teaching them how to draw resulting in many dick drawings randomly appearing in your books, notes and other places, followed by mischievous giggles.

Having bought your child a lovely green cloak and letting them pretend they’re the Traveler here to spread mischief and fun and leave behind many phallic shaped objects drawn and carved wherever possible sent you all in laughing fits but you swore you heard a more masculine chuckle and saw a green cloak fade into the shadows. Odd.

What only can be summed up as the combination between big sibling, fun wine cupcake aunt and mom, remained a constant in your life and you couldn’t be more thankful to have that ray of sunshine be there for all of you.

Caduceus:

Caduceus is very calm and collected about learning you have a child. Less of a response than perhaps anyone else perviously unknowing. “That’s nice.” He’d nod. You’d almost start thinking he may have been able to read it off you for some reason. He confirmed he was, the tired eyes, and the recovery of exasperation at times but sense of accomplishment and reward was a look he had seen from his own mother many times.

“You’re weird.” A stare down ensued. “You’re weird too.” Eyes sharpened. “I like you.” The ice broke and smiles followed. For a moment you were afraid that maybe your child wouldn’t like the odd firbolg and thinking about how you would keep friends and family separate but a wave of relief went over you knowing that all was well between the two most valuable people in your life.

You’d be handed a fresh cup of tea by your child, a plate of snacks by Caduceus, all too innocent smiles on their faces but all it took was a raised eyebrow from you to have them come clean about the kitchen being covered in soil from the two of them potting new plants, turning your home and garden in what can only be described as a greenhouse and rather ask for forgiveness than permission. You weren’t mad of course, but did make them clean the mess they made.

You’re still unsure whether or not it was a good or bad idea introducing your child to the extended Clay family as you got some insight in the chaotic prank wars between the siblings and all together sibling rivalry among some of them. It’s all fun and games of course but some moments you were glad you weren’t the one pelted with mud pies by Calliope or pushed into the spring by Calliope herself. Instead you could just enjoy Clarabelle’s bug collection with your child while laughing at the other’s being covered in mud and soaked to the bone.

Yasha:

Poor Yasha doesn’t recall much of a family. In reality she never really felt like she had one until the circus, and after them the Nein. When she saw you and your child together, the unconditional love you had for each other, she felt like she finally realised what she had been missing, and something she perhaps would never have. She learned the value of such a relationship.

Yasha has no idea how to interact with children at any level and by default tends to treat them as either adults, or cute animals. No in between. It took her some time to get the hang of it but you couldn’t deny both you and your child rather enjoyed the unconventional relationship.

The wastes and hardships of Xhorhas may force a child to grow up quickly in the tribes but that doesn’t mean children outside of those regions have to learn how to wield a sword and what bugs you can and cannot eat or how to best skin an animal before eating it… It took some convincing why that was not a necessary skill to learn at the tender age of ten.

You compromised with Yasha on the fighting in the end, persuaded by the woman and your child to allow her to teach them some fighting basics because someone’ has to have your back when Yasha’s not there. You did manage to hold them off on purchasing a sword perhaps too large for your child despite the ‘they’ll grow into it’ reasoning and instead settled on training equipment instead.

Mollymauk:

Oh Mollymauk, nothing surprises this one. He felt rather sorry for you going through the struggles of raising a child alone. He may not remember his own family but he’s traveled far and wide enough to know the hardships. He knows poor Toya and he admires you for being able to do what so many can’t or won’t.

It goes unsaid that Molly is perhaps the worst of influences when it comes to people but you’ve seen him interact with Toya before and know well enough he’s a kind and caring soul who wants only the best for those who can’t just yet fend for themselves. It’s a good foundation that leads to a better person. He jokingly claims himself proof of that through the carnival and him ‘being an absolute asshole’.

Molly’s soft side really does come out whenever he’s around your child. He doesn’t deliberately censor himself but tries to contain certain words and avoid certain subjects that should never be discussed around your child knowing you’d appreciate it and if he does let something slip and your child ask questions he’d gently explain it as certain things should definitely not be described in gory detail to someone of their age.

This circus man is not afraid to put on a show in any circumstance and will happily do so to cheer you or your child up whenever you’re feeling a bit down or overworked. Whether he’s making a fool of himself, giving you bogus card readings, juggle his swords or tell the most ridiculous stories ever he’d do it without a second thought because it brings you and your child joy. You’re part of his family and he’d go to hell and back again for you.

#critical role #critical role x reader #mighty nein x reader #mighty nein #caleb x reader #caleb widogast x reader #beauregard x reader #fjord x reader #veth x reader #nott x reader #jester x reader #caduceus x reader #yasha x reader #mollymauk x reader #critrole x reader

[historicalfightingguide]

Infantry vs Cavalry situations and techniques

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May be relevant to students of history or historical fencing or those looking into writing/creating various sorts of art be it books or video games or imagery or to those standing up to police brutality in the modern age(albeit applicability to that aspect is lessened due to a different context from when the historical manuscripts and manuals were written).

Obviously historically in many cases these types of situations weren’t 1 on 1 dueling type situations but rather parts of a larger group fight-be it a skirmish with at least several or more folks up to a pitched battle in this or that era.

The exact tactics and strategy changed a lot over time but when actually facing a mounted fighter there are some general rules for an infantry fighter to lean on and vice versa.

A lot of it is about quickly deflecting and countering the cavalry attack, sometimes attacking the rider, sometimes the horse. The images in that link are specfically from the works of Paulus Hector Mair which you can find in the ‘‘Mounted fencing’‘ section of the page devoted to him. As are the two images headlining this post which you can find here and here and here.

The descriptions are as follows:

“[13] Yet another way of throwing the rider to the ground.If you are on horse, and you see the footman has armed himself with rapier and buckler, then spur your horse and ride swiftly toward him with sword drawn and the point aimed toward the opponent's face or chest. If you see your opponent ride at you in this manner, then remove his thrust with the long edge to your left and drop both rapier and buckler and run toward the opponent, grab hold with the left hand on the outside of his right arm, and the inside of his elbow, and pull down, and at the same time you grab hold with your right hand in the left side of his neck, and you will throw him to the ground without risk of injury.“

“[12] A way for the footman to throw the rider off the saddle.If you are mounted and you see your opponent footman using rapier, then draw your sword as well, and ride toward him and strike toward his head. If your opponent does this very thing, you lift up your rapier and remove his strike to the left with the long edge. Then you step forward as fast a you can with to his right side, and grab hold with your left hand in his right hand and push him away in this manner, and thus he will not be able to fight against you. Then you pierce his neck with your rapier as hard as you can, and in this manner the horseman will fall.“

”[8] A device where the rider has a spear and the foot-soldier has a halberd.When riding toward your opponent, do as follows: Hold the spear extended over your right leg in your right hand, and when you are about to attack, you insert the spear in the arret, and ride toward him thus. If your opponent comes at you in said manner, then step forward with your left foot and hold your halberd in a strike from above, and strike his spear away from left to your right side, and you have averted his attack. Then you take two steps toward him and hook him in the left side of his neck with the head of the halberd and pull forcefully to you, and you will throw the rider off his horse.” Here’s a few more later era examples that feature sabers and lances.

1 on 1 infantry sometimes actually has the advantage-manouvering a horse is something that takes a lot of skill and while horses absolutely can get accustomed to a lot and have historically participated in battles,even effectively attacking on their own not just being transport they generally speaking cannot outmanouvre an infantry fighter easily 1 on 1.

They can outrun one and a cavalry force may sometimes more easily outmanouver an infantry force because it’s faster but the ability to turn in place in a  controlled manner is lesser.

While still dangerous any cavalry force loses a lot of its potential for causing harm when not able to actually charge.

A horse that is standing can still kick,trample and even bite-albeit the likelyhood of that happening depends a lot on the horse and its training-it may happen because the animal is scared but it may happen if the animal is trained to do so(as many horses used for the military were historically). However a horse that was scared enough in one situation is unlikely to want to ever participate in such a thing again, this doesn’t necessarily require actual harm or pain to the horse-if they are unacustomed to it sometimes even loud enough sound is enough.

Also depends on what weapons is the rider using-is it a lance,a spear,a straight or curved sword or saber-do they also have a shield,or are they maybe throwing javelins,or shooting arrows from bows or crossbows? Or like in the 20th century a rifle or pistol sometimes alongside a saber. Or as in modern times do they have batons?

Even a lance can be used effectively very close range even when standing-even if it’s hard to thrust many cavalry manuals show effective use of it for hitting with like a quaterstaff from horseback in a way,albeit often one handed. It may make control harder but it can still hit with a lot of power.

Bows,crossbows,rifles obviously aren’t too advantageous at close range-not that they can’t be used but are still dangerous. Sword and sabers and batons function fairly similarly in that the mounted fighter generally tries to land strong hits from above,likely being able to reach the head most easily without much necessary focus on accuracy.

Generally infantry if there’s more of it can ‘‘always’‘ ‘‘simply’‘  swarm cavalry and unhorse the riders,but that only applies if the horse is standing in place or moving slowly-the faster the horse goes the harder it is to accomplish this as infantry,unless one is using a pike or similar-which can be very effective.

The obvious issue is the above noted horses ability to kick,trample and bite as well as the fact that the rider can still hit. Just as with combat generally being good at using proper timing,footwork and distance management can accomplish much. One may close in and wrestle the rider of the horse(as noted above),to dismount them(sometimes in order to mount their horse immediately after,but unlike in movies without proper training that’s not really as easily doable-especially being able to control the horse especially if said horse had a connection to that rider). One can do so by getting one or both of the riders legs out of the stirrups,or by pulling their reins(which requires care as to not pull the horse towards you or your infantry partners) and then pulling the rider down. There’s also a fair bit of wrestling one can do on horseback and variants of that can be applied from the ground as well.Here’s a video of some horse wrestling that’s still done in Kyrgyzstan As seen in the images above some of these techniques may be applied unarmed while others work only with weapons,while some can be more easily done if one can use a weapon or something else as a lever to pull someone off the horse.

Here’s a video of police showing how one can remain in control of their horse if attacked-and an infantry fighter would basically want to prevent the mounted fighter from being able to do any of it.

One could also theoretically “just” ‘lasso’ a rider and pull them down.

For more examples on the general topic it may be worth checking out these few posts, going through the treatise database and looking for cavalry manuals that may show more details as well as joining Horsy HEMA and the blog tag relating to it.

If the wrestling bit of the mentioned techniques sounds more interesting 

Ringen discussiongroup! is a good place to check out if you’re interested in historical wrestling variants, as are  HEMA Grapplers  and Scholars of Fiore dei Liberi.

The first group focuses on ringen, the second is about more general historical wrestling types,the third on armizare, the wrestling portion of which is called abrazare.

If you’re interested in learning about historical forms of boxing or as it was often called pugilism check out  HEMA pugilists

If you are interested in more modern forms of unarmed combat do check out Southpaw’s Mixed Marxist Arts Club

Good luck everyone.

And stay safe

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This may be a useful link as well.

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#swords #sword #historical fencing #hema #mounted combat #cavalry #cavalry vs infantry #BLM #Black Lives Matter

[doginthecorner]

💘 + Carol & Daryl

send me 💘 + A SHIP and i’ll tell you—

where they first met and how - They first met at the Atlanta camp when it was first set up. They didn’t really say anything to each other before the attack by the walkers a few weeks later though.  how long their ‘flirting’ phase was before feelings got involved - For Daryl it took him a long time to realize just how he felt about Carol. It was around the time of the end of the saviors war that he started realizing he had feelings for her, but he didn’t want to get between her and Ezekiel and she finally seemed happy so he didn’t say anything. Carol noticed a lot earlier, around the time they met up again after Terminus and just assumed he didn’t have the same feelings that she did.  who fell for who first ( if applicable ) - Carol definitely fell first.  where their first date was and what it was like  - Their first date is simple, just a hunting trip, and it wasn’t particularly awkward or anything because Daryl was already comfortable with Carol and vice versa. They held hands more while waiting for a deer though.  who asks who out and how ( with a sign? spelled out on a cake? just a simple ‘will you go out with me’? ) - Carol finally bites the bullet and asks him out and it’s a pretty simple point blank ask. who proposes first - Neither of them really proposes. They don’t really get married either, they just kind of start referring to each other as husband and wife one day.  if they keep / kept their relationship secret or let everyone know right away where the proposal happens and how ( kiss cam at a baseball game? on a hillside surrounded by ducks? at a disney park? ) - They really don’t do either. No secret or big thing. They just start calling eachother husband and wife and everyone else sort of follows their lead.  if they adopt any pets together - Just Daryl’s dog.  who’s more dominant - Carol where their first kiss was and what it was like - their first kiss was in the woods on a hunting trip, and it was slow, soft, and sweet.  if they have any matching couples stuff ( mugs? sweaters? pillowcases? ) Not intentionally, but Carol ends up stealing a lot of Daryl’s shirts and he just kind of lets it happen.  how into pda they are - I think Carol would like more PDA but Daryl isn’t comfortable with much more beyond holding hands. For him physical affection is something to be done in private.  who holds the umbrella when it rains - Neither of them really use an umbrella.  where their usual ‘date spot’ is ( if applicable ) - They go to the woods a lot. Occasionally to oceanside.  who’s more protective  - Daryl definitely  how long it is before they sleep together ( can be as in ‘had sex’ or as in ‘shared a bed’ ) - For sharing a bed that comes pretty easily to both of them, they sleep better with the other around. For sex that takes a while, I’d say probably a couple of months at least before Daryl is to a point where he’s comfortable with sex.  if they argue about anything - mostly eachother’s recklessness and Daryl’s inability to keep anything clean and tidy. who leaves more marks ( lipstick, hickeys, scratchmarks etc. ) - Definitely Carol, Daryl tries not to leave any on her as he’s afraid of scarring her.  who steals whose clothes and how often - Carol is always stealing Daryl’s shirts to sleep in and wear when she’s lounging around the house.  how they cuddle ( spooning? facing each other? ) - All kinds of ways, they usually sleep pressed against one another in some way, often spooning, but Daryl’s favorite way is always her with her head against his chest and his head resting on his hair.  what their favourite nonsexual activity is - Just being together and existing in the same space. If their in private Daryl wants to be touching or holding her in some way.  how long they stay mad at each other - Never very long.  what their usual coffee / tea orders are - straight black most of the time because that’s all you can get but Daryl actually does like a little milk in his to cool it down if they ever have any children together - No, they’re both in their 50s by the time they get together if they have any special pet names for each other - Carol calls him Pookie, but he doesn’t really have a pet name for her. Sweetheart sometimes if they ever split up and / or get back together -  Nope, once they’re together they’re stuck like glue to each other what their shared living space is like ( messy? clean? what kind of decor? ) - Daryl has a really hard time keeping things clean, he genuinely doesn’t realize he’s doing it but he’ll just pick stuff up and set it down somewhere else. It drives Carol crazy but she’s learned to live with it. Their room isn’t dirty persay just cluttered and messy. She does put her foot down about clothes on the floor though so Daryl has gotten in the habit of either putting them in the hamper or in the drawers. As for decor it’s pretty sparse. Their bed has Daryl’s blanket on the end of it - theoretically for DOg to sleep on but he always ends up curled up next to them at the head of the bed. They have a chair in one corner for reading, a shared dresser that’s usually litered with a few personal items and some random household objects. Daryl’s crossbow in one corner, Carol’s long bow and both quivers next to them. what their first christmas / hanukkah / etc as a couple was like - Daryl was pretty reluctant to celebrate Christmas because he doesn’t have very good memories of it but Carol was so excited so he helped decorate and wrap presents for the kids and ended up really really enjoying it.  what their names are in each other’s phones - In non apocalypse AU’s he’s Pookie in her phone and she’s just Carol in his if they have any ‘couple traditions’ ( buying a new mug for their collection every year? baking every friday evening? ) - Not really who falls asleep first and who wakes up first - They kind of fall asleep at the same time. If they’re not on watch at the same time they wait up for each other and grab a few hours together.  who’s the big spoon / little spoon - It varies but Daryl is usually little spoon  who hogs the bathroom - neither of them really? Daryl pretty much uses it as little as possible and Carol’s in there maybe half an hour in the morning for showering? who kills the spiders / takes them outside - they both just kind of leave them unless one of the kids asks them to do something about it, then they kill the spider. 

#wexarethewalkingxdead #otp; fell in love over appalachian wine (carol/daryl) #re; daryl dixon #re; carol peletier #re; daryl x carol #queue

[intothewickedwood]

Once Upon A Time Rewatch: 3x03 Quite a Common Fairy

I’ve just moved house today (Saturday) and I am absolutely exhausted! I wasn’t sure if I’d have time to watch today as I usually do and I can’t tell you how happy I am to be all unpacked and free to watch Once!  

I know MM’s gonna cut her hair (magically?) soon but her hair looks so good right now! Her hair always looks amazing but looking at the style she’s got now makes me want to cry because it’s so perfect.  

I wonder if it’s warm in Neverland. My old room was like a sauna and this new one’s like a freaking igloo! I need to think warm thoughts to keep me ALIVE!!

Peter, do not point that crossbow at Henry! This dude likes to live on the edge and his games are so twisted. But I love him for it.  

Baelfire figured out that Henry was in Neverland and why fairly quickly.

Rewatching s2 with my mum on weekends and she fancies Baelfire! Though not as much as she fancies August. It takes a lot for my mum to fancy someone. They should be honoured!

Roland!! You adorable little hobbit boy!! Omg he so precious!!  

Unrelated but are igloos reasonably warm?

Tinker belle just got big for no reason :O!

But come to think of it, didn’t Blue do exactly that several times in s6 flashbacks?

Eww, Tinker Belle, what are you doing with that tissue?!

I don’t wanna play this scary game D,:!!

If I was Henry I would raise my pistol- I mean, crossbow to the sky!

Felix is coocoobananas! Who would tell a kid to shoot a poisonous arrow at them?!

Blue is such a bish, oh my god.

Blue Fairy: “I will be the judge of what is fairy-like!”  

Do fairies have any choice other than to grant people wishes and stick to Blue’s strict guidelines? Is that just what they were born to do, like the dwarfs?

Robin be crazy putting his son in front of that creepy-ass demon shadow boy!  

Regina really doesn’t wanna see Tink.

Regina and Tink could have had such a great friendship! If only!

I wanna live in that tree house! If they have wifi, that is.

Okay, but has Regina blown her nose on that handkerchief everybody’s handling?

Regina and Tinker Belle have some strong sexual tension going on. I ship it!

Tink was just trying to help!

The way Regina just turns on Tink!

To be fair, when I really think about it, the whole thing was Tink’s idea and she can’t force Regina to seek out her potential true love. So really, other than the way Regina treated Tink afterwards, she didn’t really do anything wrong. She just didn’t consent to approaching her tl.

Why is Regina giving Tink her heart?!

So theoretically if I said I didn’t believe in the Blue Fairy….? Or does a fairy / enough people have to say it?  

Tink honey, you can’t have forced Regina to go in! You know what, I’ve never thought of Fairy Queen’s past situation like this before and I like Tink, but I think she’s taking it too far, trying to crush Regina’s heart over her not going into the tavern.

Why didn’t Regina and Tink hook up in Storybrooke? They’d have made a good couple! Sometimes I get so frustrated because there are so many great potential lgbtq+ romances that never get a look in because of the state of society. For give me, I just watched ‘Call Me By Your Name’ yesterday and I’m still crying and I just need more lgbtq+ romances okay!!

At one point you had 4 boys who lost their fingers?! Get Henry the hell outta there!!

How does Pan know all this stuff? About Emma breaking the curse etc.? Does he have spies in SB?

Aww! The hobbit child!! I can’t! He’s so cute!  

Get the FRICK off my HOBBIT CHILD!!

Baelfire fly! Baelfire swoop! Baelfire weeeeeeeeeeeeeeere!

Oh snap! Oh snap! They be about to break my Sleeping Warrior Heart!! I’m not ready!

Get married! And to Phillip too!

Mulan is so heartbroken! I can’t! I can’t take it!

When Mulan cries, I cry.

And look at Aurora’s face, she’s heartbroken that Mulan’s leaving too! I might literally cry over this.

Snowing be breaking my soul. Tell her, David!

Okay, Snowing are gonna kill me!! Look at David holding MM as she lays by the fire. They are so precious! I can’t!

#ouat 3x03 #3x03 quite a common fairy #ouat #once upon a time #tinker bell #regina mills #ouat rewatch #ouat rewatch 2019

[paperanddice]

Manabane Scarab Swarm

Manabane scarabs would be a truly terrifying force in a fantasy world. Swarms of living creatures that devour magic demand a response, as magic makes up a fundamental part of how people interact with the world. They could be an accidental creation, normal beetles that were affected by deteriorating magic from ancient sources, or may have been purposefully engineered as a weapon. Areas of the world where they’ve become common may even have moved away from magic as a primary source of power, looking for alternatives that aren’t destroyed by the pests.

Full magic immunity is exceptionally rare in 5e. In fact, the only examples I know off of the top of my head is the raksasha, which is only immune to spells up to 6th level, and globe of invulnerability, which only protects up to 5th level. So the manabane scarab swarm stands out from any creature in the core rulebooks with the ability to ignore literally all spells and other magic thrown its way. This is exceptionally powerful at any level, though I think it would be far more threatening on a much higher leveled monster. With resistance to weapon attacks and immunity to magic, harming the swarm is difficult for most groups, and the methods of non-magical, non-weapon attacks do not scale well. A level 20 monster with the same resistances would quite likely be able to outpace nearly any party’s damage output significantly, as characters would have few ways of dealing meaningful amounts of damage to it. Even at level 4, most likely a group will have to deal 150 weapon damage (or more, accounting for how resistances round down) to destroy the swarm. While definitely not impossible for that level, with no magic to respond with at all the task becomes a bit more harrowing. Additionally, this immunity means that spellcasting characters have to figure out entirely different ways to influence the encounter. The wizard may just pull out a crossbow again for the first time since 3.5, or instead have to focus on supporting other characters rather than just using fireball.

Destroying a party’s magic items holds a lot of risk. Through every edition of D&D monsters like this have been present, threatening the player’s equipment more than their lives, but magic items are largely immune to this in 5e. Most things that can damage equipment have specific riders that protect magical gear, which this one is exactly the opposite of it. The good news is that the swarm actually has a very difficult time actively destroying items. Only one use items are highly at risk, while most others simply have charges drained or are suppressed for a minute. Theoretically wands and staffs could be in danger if all of their charges are drained and the die result indicates it is destroyed, but that’s a one in twenty chance, so odds are low. And they can only affect unattended objects, so until something or someone is dropped the party’s gear is relatively safe.

The Manabane Wastes are far nicer than the name indicates. Despite the plentiful plant and wildlife, erratic and powerful magical waves wash over the region regularly, feeding the manabane scarabs. Magic brought within the wastes is amplified greatly, but rarely remains under the control of the wielder and it draws the attention of massive swarms of scarabs. Those who make their lives within the wastes eschew magic entirely, seeking alternate means of survival and protection from the waste’s other inhabitants, and sneaking magic into a settlement within the wastes is often cause for execution.

A powerful warlord drove the creation of the first manabane scarabs as a weapon against her greatest rival and former adventuring companion. Releasing thousands of the scarabs into his tower, she let them drain and neutralize the magical defenses he had built before entering and killing him, finally ending their war. The scarabs she no longer cared for, and simply let them remain, where they multiplied and fed on the remaining magical auras until their numbers grew beyond what the tower could sustain. Now swarms of the magic devouring scarabs have left the tower, searching for new homes and attacking any source of magic they stumble across, causing trouble within the warlord’s territory as her careless past comes back to damage her present.

Several swarms of manabane scarabs are carefully tended to by a major healing church. They have found that the magic suppressing qualities of the scarabs can be used to remove some types of magical curses or disease, or at least suppress the effect of it while a more permanent solution is found. Cursed magic items are often stored here as well, the magical energy of them feeding the scarabs while keeping the curse dormant and preventing it from being a threat.

#D&D #DnD #Dungeons and Dragons #5th edition #D&D5e #Tome of Beasts #Kobold Press #monster

[ultra-kek]

I’ve not posted basically anything since the nsfw ban (even though it didn’t affect me lol) so here’s the most recent art of an OC that’s part of a setting I’m going to work on. Originally, I was going to post about the setting in the final version with color and a background, but I might as well do it now considering how busy I’ve been. I’ll put all of the info under the Keep Reading thing to save room but I would really like to see people’s reaction to it.

The character pictured is Pascha (nb he/they) is a rabbit in a (currently unnamed) setting I’ve been working on.

The setting is essentially a post-medieval society of furry peoples where technology has developed alongside magic, so all towns have open magic use and magic items, instead of magic being dedicated to secretive mages and rare items like in most fantasy settings. Items like Potions of Healing would see widespread use as part of the equivalent to first-aid kits, and Bags of Holding would be custom made by tailors for particular uses, for example.

The primary source of magic in the setting is Abilities (name pending, i’m taking suggestions for everything lol), unique abilities that manifest out of the spirit, personality, and essentially consciousness of sentient beings, as in the furry peoples that populate the world. Everyone develops an Ability, whether it be in early childhood or only awakening to it in early adulthood. Each Ability has its own unique rules, powers, and weaknesses stemming from the prior two, kind of like Jojo stands if everyone in the world had them and they didn’t have punch ghosts with them. Everyone’s Ability is unique and is directly tied to the user’s consciousness (i.e. their own being, soul, etc.), and an Ability cannot be removed from someone, at least not without dealing significant damage to their psyche.

Abilities usually emerge out of the desires of their user, even if their utility may seem obscure. A blacksmith may develop an Ability to just outright mold metal like clay, or a thief could get an Ability that allows them to merge into and move through shadows. Everyone’s Ability isn’t set in stone; just as people’s personality’s change and develop, their Abilities can be Developed further into specific uses, usually either making the Ability more practical for general utility or specialized to increase it’s power in specific situations. For example, someone could start out with the ability to just create resistant electrical tape, but eventually develop the ability to create enough tape at a time to create a protective barrier out of it to resist elemental attacks. Theoretically, an Ability can be developed infinitely and reach a point that it no longer resembles its original form, although usually Abilities keep some semblance of their first form. Abilities can have names from various (Out Of Canon) sources, like songs, movies, concepts, etc. I haven’t really thought of having a consistent naming convention.

The other forms of magic in the setting are more “traditional” practices that act more akin to sciences. All non-Ability magic is based on principles that act as magical rules of nature, and will usually appear in the form of things like Alchemy, or Ki-based Martial Arts. These forms of magic are universally usable by all sentient beings, and some may develop Abilities that specifically enhance their skill in one of these particular fields of “magic.” These systems all rely on the understanding of themselves, and seem to draw energy from the collective understanding of them by conscious beings, just as Abilities emerge from single consciousnesses.

Outside of this, there are also Apparitions (pending but this one is most likely the name I’ll be going with), mysterious beings that emerge from the same energies that bring about Abilities, but on a larger scale. Apparitions are cryptid-like creatures that usually have unique powers and can be helpful, harmful, or just neutral. Apparitions are not alive in the same way people or animals are, instead acting based on the consciousness of people around them (allowing some to appear to have the illusion of sentience). Apparitions can also end up “merged” with actual animal or plant life, creating actual living things that would be best described as actual cryptids, with magic abilities and animal-like minds.

The majority of towns are made up of multiple Guilds, that are essentially free associations/trade unions of specific crafts and stuff (like Blacksmiths, Artists, etc) or any other sort of common goal. Guild members just kinda come and go depending on whether they get anything from being in it. Guilds will trade and interact with other Guilds, using either normal trading of different goods, going off of a gift economy system, or using some sort of currency (usually called Guilders) as part of an exchange. Every trade usually makes extensive use of general magic, as while unique Abilities can be good for a specific craft you can’t rely on people going into things like tailoring to all have a similar Ability. Items that would otherwise be rare relics are produced commonly. For example, there are various versions of “hookshots/grappling hooks,” including just a crossbow made to launch grappling hooks, a magic-powered compressed air hook launcher with reel, and a more advanced automatically reeling hookshot that requires a special force-resisting magic harness and education on how to use it to actually gain total access to one. I feel like this kind of “magic” isn’t really explored very often, which is what I wish to do with this setting.

I made this setting before Pascha but I feel like my idea for the character is better than the plot that originally brought me to make the setting (which was just me thinking of how I would do a sentai/power rangers-type series lol). Pascha is found in the middle of a forest by a deer (male he/him, name pending, but I currently want to say Rudy) who finds them unconscious inside of a strange egg-plant-thing that opens when Rudy approaches. Pascha wakes up with no memories other than the ability to speak, walk, etc. but has the mysterious and miraculous Ability (haven’t decided on the name yet) to bestow Life Energy into objects and transform them into new lifeforms. The entire plot would be Pascha and Rudy traveling to figure out more about Pascha’s past, while also avoiding sinister groups that mysteriously want to kill/capture Pascha. The story would also focus on the development of the relationship between Pascha and Rudy, and would span an entire year, between the spring equinoxes. Outside of this story, I still plan on using this setting for general OC making, perhaps even going through various epochs and decades of the universe.

#art #furry #furry art #my art #worldbuilding #setting #unnamed setting #OC #Pascha #dhara

[pikelanette]

A Pirate’s Life For Me (chapter 2)

Pairing: pikelan Words: 2247 Rated: M (for language) Link: ao3 Chapter 1: tumblr / ao3

a multi-chapter pikelan pirate AU - chapter 2

Since he was so distracted that night, he spent most of the next morning as well trying to figure out how to proceed. He had no idea at what time they’d woken up, since his biological clock had been a mess since he started drinking at 16, but he figured it was around mid-day when he finally settled on a plan.

Time to share.

He looked over at Pike, who was fiddling with her symbol of Sarenrae. She had a frown on her face that hadn’t been there a moment before, and Scanlan was momentarily distracted by the change.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Huh?” Pike looked up.

“You look constipated.”

She laughed and then glanced up quickly, as if she was afraid the pirates might hear her.

“I’m fine,” she then said, “I’m just contemplating.”

“Contemplating what?”

“Sending a message.”

Scanlan perked up. “You can do that?”

She nodded. “To people I know, yes.”

Oh. Well, that made sense.

“So you can call for help,” he said.

“Theoretically.”

She frowned again and he was starting to see what was going on.

“But you haven’t,” he continued.

“Nope.”

“Why not?”

Pike, who had looked the tiniest bit scared for his reaction, looked at him in surprise at his calm response. He assumed she had a good reason for it, and he could tell she wasn’t sure how she’d earned that trust from him. But, really, he knew he had only known Pike for a day, but if there was one thing that was clear it’s that she wasn’t stupid. She had to have a reason.

“My brother again,” she said.

Scanlan smiled. “That man keeps showing up.”

She returned his smile. “That he does.” She sighed. “The thing is, I could send him a message. I could say ‘hey Grog, I’m stuck in the bowels of a pirate ship, say hi to papa Wilhand!’ But then what? I don’t know where we are. I don’t know who they are.” She gestured at the deck above them. “What could I tell him? Nothing. And you don’t know Grog – he would do anything to come find me immediately. He’d get in trouble, and he would probably murder a bunch of people who don’t deserve it.” She shook her head. “I’ll let him know when I actually have something to tell him. I told him I was alive, of course. Him and Wilhand. They know I’m safe, somewhere.” Pike looked around the small cell. “Safe-ish.”

Scanlan nodded. “That makes sense.”

“Yes. But I go over that again every day. Wondering if I shouldn’t just…” Her voice drifted off and the frown returned.

“Hey,” Scanlan said softly.

Pike looked back up at his face with an open, vulnerable expression. It made him feel weird. He had people around him who trusted him usually, of course, but not like this. They trusted him because they knew him, they trusted his skills, they trusted he wouldn’t turn on them in the blink of an eye, but they didn’t… They didn’t trust him personally. Not like this.

Against his will, he felt like Pike was filling some kind of small void in his life. That was dangerous.

“We’ll get you out of here,” he told her. He walked up to her and sat down next to her on the blankets. “Actually…”

“What?”

“I might have an idea.”

Pike’s expression brightened at that, and once again Scanlan was awed by how comfortable she was with hope – how she didn’t try to smash it down as soon as it reared its head to prevent herself from running the risk of disappointment. She just went with it, radiating it, giving herself over to it.

He tried to remember whether he’d ever seen anyone as beautiful as Pike full of hope.

“I have some magic,” he finally uttered, “And there is this… spell. A glyph, really. It’s really powerful. If I imbed it in the ship, it works as a sort of group charm. Once it’s activated, it will charm everyone in a two hundred foot radius for as long as I manage to keep concentrating and the glyph isn’t disturbed. We could make them put us on shore.”

Pike’s eyes were wide. “You can do that?”

“I can. But it’ll take a long time.”

“How long?”

“Two weeks.”

“Wow.” She blinked. “That is long.”

“Yes,” he nodded, “And we’ll have to somehow keep it a secret for those two weeks. I can only do this once. If we’re disturbed, we’re fucked.”

“Right.” Pike nodded emphatically.

“I thought maybe we could use the blankets,” Scanlan continued, “If we drape them over the glyph ever time I need to take a break or sleep, we should be able to keep it hidden.”

“Yeah, that sounds like it should work.” Pike shook her head. “I can’t believe you can do something like that. You must be really powerful.”

Scanlan shrugged. “Really powerful people can do it quicker, I think. I’m just glad I know how to do it.”

“How do you know?”

“I read a lot.”

Pike arched an eyebrow at him.

Scanlan chuckled at the sight. “Yeah, you didn’t think I might, did you?”

“Not really,” she admitted.

He got serious again. “There’s one more thing.”

Pike sobered up as well. “Oh no. What is it?”

“My magic… It’s not like yours. I need sound. To channel it.”

“You’re a bard?”

“Yup.”

“That’s really cool. But… I see how that could be a problem in this case.”

If the pirates heard him playing music, they would definitely try to put a stop to it. Especially if it went on for hours every day.

“I have to be really quiet about it,” he told her, “But I’ll be very focused, so you have to keep an eye out, yeah? Stop me when someone approaches.”

Pike nodded. “I can do that.”

Scanlan sat back for a moment. He had expected that he would have to convince her that he was even able to do this. But she just… bought it. It made him feel a little bad. But, well, he was still getting her out. So he wasn’t doing anything too bad, he supposed.

Pike looked at him curiously. “You want to get started now?”

“Yeah. Sure. Why not?”

He got off the blankets, and Pike followed. They pulled them to the side and Scanlan sat down on the wooden floor, trying to focus. He flicked his wrist and a small pan flute appeared in his hand.

Pike startled. “How did you do that?”

“It’s a pocket dimension,” he told her. He flicked his wrist again and the flute disappeared.

“Wow.” She smiled. “What else do you have in there?”

He looked her straight in the eye. “Weapons.”

She sat down on the floor as well, apparently unperturbed by that declaration. “What kind?”

“A sword. Crossbow. Small hammer. A dagger too, I think.”

She nodded. “That’s a lot.”

“You good with weapons?”

Pike grinned at him. “Scanlan. I’m a war cleric. Weapons are my jam.”

Before Scanlan could get too turned on from the power in her eyes, Pike’s eyes crinkled and she sent out a burst of laughter.

“Oh wow. Get it?” she said, “My jam? Because you’re a bard?” She laughed again. “I didn’t even do that on purpose.”

And, sure, he wasn’t getting turned on anymore, but the sight of a giggling Pike did some other things to Scanlan’s head that he was definitely not prepared for.

He managed a grin, feeling slightly light-headed. “Funny.”

Pike nodded. “I’m hilarious.”

“Well,” he said, “If you need a weapon, just let me know. I’ll keep them on me for now. They’re well-hidden there.”

“Yeah, we don’t want anyone to find weapons we’re not supposed to have. They might want to keep us alive, but they’re not exactly opposed to roughing us up, in my experience.”

Scanlan went a little cold at that. “They’ve hurt you?”

Pike shrugged. “A little. I’m strong.”

For a moment, Scanlan saw nothing but red. He wanted to get up and go slaughter these assholes. He wanted to tear through them one by one and blow up this entire fucking ship when he was done.

Then, suddenly, Pike touched his face.

“Hey,” she said softly, pulling him back to the present, “It’s okay. They’ll get what they deserve at some point.”

He would make fucking sure of that, yeah.

But she did calm him down a little, and he nodded tersely.

Pike smiled at him and pulled away, sitting back down and looking at him expectantly. “Well?”

Scanlan took a deep breath to overcome the last of his fury and focused on his magic again. He wasn’t kidding when he said it was a powerful spell – he had to concentrate, and even then it would be exhausting.

He pulled out his pan flute again and held it in his hands as he started muttering the incantation. Slowly, the soft sway of the spell took him over and turned into music, until he was singing quietly to himself in the small cell. He glanced over at Pike, who was watching him, enraptured, and then he closed his eyes.

The music stayed soft, somehow, even when he could feel the magic taking hold and he started drawing out the glyph on the floor. It would be around five foot by five foot, and casting it mostly consisted of drawing the same lines over and over again while singing the incantation at it and using an instrument as a spellcasting focus. When his throat started to ache and his voice started croaking, he turned to his flute and channeled the magic through there, playing soft notes while he drew on the wood with one hand. It took hours before the lines started to become the least bit visible on the floor – a faint, flickering glow that signified the start of the glyph.

The whole time, Pike divided her attention between watching Scanlan and watching the door, waiting for the inevitable to come and interrupt them. At some point, Scanlan’s music almost lulled her asleep, but she managed to keep herself awake and alert enough to notice when someone started approaching the hatch to their little cubby in the ship.

Quickly, she tugged Scanlan’s arm that was holding the flute away from his face, and Scanlan stopped mid-incantation, the lines on the floor becoming invisible again. He looked dazed.

“Someone’s coming,” she told him hurriedly.

Scanlan just nodded sluggishly. There were bags underneath his eyes that hadn’t been there before.

“The flute,” Pike urged.

Scanlan managed to flick his wrist and make the small instrument disappear just as their pirate friend started descending the stairs. He had their one meal of the day in his hands. Scanlan was really glad that his disguise didn’t disappear while he cast a spell, because he wasn’t sure he could have mustered enough energy to fix himself up at the moment. He felt like he could fall over any moment.

Pike must have noticed, because she hurried over to him and wrapped her arm around his waist, letting him lean against her so he stayed upright.

“Don’t fall,” she whispered, obviously worried. She didn’t look away from him, instead inspecting his face for invisible injuries, even as the footsteps approached their cell and stopped in front of it.

The pirate snickered. “Am I interrupting?”

“Always,” Pike told him without looking away from Scanlan.

“Maybe I should just sit back and watch,” the man taunted.

“Watch our staring contest?” Scanlan said, without looking up either, “You’re welcome to.”

The pirate snorted and dropped their one meal of the day into the cell through the bars. “Food.”

“Much obliged,” Scanlan said. Pike was trying to repress a giggle.

The pirate was clearly disturbed by their lack of fear or even interest in him, so he stomped away without saying another thing. As soon as he was gone, Scanlan dropped his head onto Pike’s shoulder. She grabbed his arms quickly and positioned him in front of her so he could lean against her fully. He took full advantage of it – he was exhausted, and she was very soft.

Pike brushed his hair out of his face again, this time paying attention to get the hair that wasn’t visible because of his illusion as well. She smelled nice. But since she’d been in this ship for weeks, that had to be his imagination. Was he that tired?

“I could take a nap,” he mumbled into her shoulder.

Pike laughed softly. “I got that idea, yeah. Maybe you should.”

“M’be.”

“Come on.”

Pike let go of him for a moment to drag the blankets back over the spot where he’d started making the glyph and then took his hand to guide him onto it. He huddled up against her and made a protesting noise when she started to move away.

“What is it?” she asked him, her voice soft and gentle.

“C’n you stay? Y’re soft. ‘nd warm.”

“Alright.”

This time, Pike was the big spoon. She wrapped herself around him, and Scanlan let out a content sigh. Even though their sleeping arrangements were incredibly uncomfortable, he still felt himself drifting off to sleep – but not before hearing Pike start to softly sing to him, a gnomish lullaby that he remembered vaguely from a long, long time ago. And it must have been because he was so tired, but at the sound of it, he started to cry very quietly.

#pikelan #critical role #pikelansource #tameila #cr fanfic #original #a pirate's life for me

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The New Party Meta - Part 2

Welcome back to my attempt to dissect character relationships in Berserk! Today we’re gonna talk about the disaster that is Serpico!

Serpico-->Guts

Serpico's relationship to Guts is intrinsically one that revolves around his relationship with Farnese and as such is slightly challenging to parse. It feels at times as though there are two halves to it—the half which deals mostly with how Serpico feels about Guts and what he means for Farnese, and the half which deals more with how Serpico interacts with Guts in matters where he's suppressing his “personal feelings” and doing his best to get along with him.

The biggest and most obvious thing is that Serpico considers Guts to be a threat—to Farnese's safety, and to hers and his views of the world and their places in it—and he has told Guts this on at least one occasion. He has stated that were it his choice, they would not be traveling with Guts. In the beginning, before they're traveling with each other, he does try to hide these feelings—neutral faces and simple requests that he not antagonize Farnese overmuch, which only break in the instants that he attempts to claim Guts' life (shooting him in the back with a crossbow bolt, the one-stroke battle after Farnese is possessed, and their later battle on the cliffside spring to mind). The real heart of their relationship, as laid out by Serpico himself in his own ruminations, is both that Guts is dangerous for Farnese's well-being and changing her in ways that Serpico could not or did not think to try to (which, I think, bothers him more than he lets on) and that Guts also is changing him, making him feel things with an intensity that shocks him (“While I arrayed myself in feigned ignorance, perhaps before I knew it, I too was affected by that heat. You certainly are a man impossible to ignore.” “Truth be told I thought to kill you many times. And the violence of these emotions within me shocked me.”)

Yet, they do still get along with each other quite well on the surface, when Serpico's threats don't hang over them overmuch. Even right after the Tower of Conviction, when the Kushan attack, Serpico admits that there's nobody more reassuring to fight alongside than Guts. Serpico is willing to offer him his shoulder when he's wounded, to try and carry him to safety when he's been struck by Ganishka's lightning (and here I think it's interesting that Guts calls him out on trying to do that, accusing him of not thinking straight because there's no way he can lug Guts back to shore even with the sylph hood). He overhauls Guts' attire with ease of use in mind, which Guts shows appreciation for. He defers to Guts as the leader of the group. With the exceptions of the instances in which Guts dons the berserker armor and poses a legitimate danger to the entire group, Serpico seems to have mellowed out to Guts the more time has worn on, and I wonder if that's not because of the extent to which Farnese has changed for the better—proving perhaps to Serpico that Guts is far less of a threat to her than he thought.

As far as the facet comparisons go, I think Serpico most represents Guts' fixations—on someone who he feels he must protect at all costs, and on someone that he believes to be a danger to that person. There's also an interesting little thing going on regarding how Serpico feels about his freedom—he's stated that he feels chained down by obligations (to his mother, to his father, to Farnese), and Guts, while certainly chained down by the obligation to keep Casca safe now, once roamed the lands without aim and without purpose, and he wasn't very happy doing that. What I'm saying is that what Serpico thinks he may want, as far as this freedom goes, may not be what he actually wants in the end.

Serpico-->Farnese

If I'm being totally honest, the first time I read Berserk I thought theirs was a nigh impossible to sort out trainwreck, and I do still kind of think that now.

There are two big things to keep in mind when trying to figure Serpico's side of the relationship out. The first is that Farnese is the most important thing in Serpico's world, without question. Serpico will, and does, prioritize Farnese's safety over the safety of everybody else in the group even after he warms to them. The second is that he considers Farnese his other half, considers them to be if not exactly the same, then similar enough as makes no difference—save for expressions in emotion of course.

Serpico was introduced to Farnese as Farnese's servant, and up to a certain point, this is how Serpico acts to her. He goes where she goes without question or complaint, but he is not always direct about it. He appears to refuse Farnese's order to kill Guts because they're only supposed to capture him, but he makes an attempt to do just that as soon as she's run away. He doesn't explicitly protest her decision to leave the Holy See and go chasing after Guts, but he does pick and choose his moments to try and get her to go back. The only reason that Serpico appears to stop acting like a servant to her is because Farnese stops acting as his master.

Serpico knows Farnese—he knows her moods, her expressions, and what each of them mean, again because he was raised with her, but he only is certain of them until she begins to change. And then, frankly, he's at a loss. He does not “know this defenseless side of her”, as he tells Guts. He resists these changes in his own way—trying to get her to return to the Holy See in an oblique manner, trying multiple times to kill Guts, who he perceives as the root cause of all these changes. And then, eventually, he stops, because Farnese is growing for the better and he can tell that it's for the better despite how he personally feels about it. So he lets it happen, neutrally accepting at first (“[...]the wind has blown. A wind strong enough to blow down everything you yearned for. And so I shall at least see to it that my other half isn't torn to pieces in the storm.”) and, gradually, with pride and happiness at her accomplishments.

And then, of course, there's the romance that never was. It's my read on it that Serpico does harbor at least some romantic feeling for her—otherwise he wouldn't call Farnese's mother 'astute' after her comment (“Such companions cannot be separated, because they cannot stand without entwining against each other, just like a pair of trees... my, the scent of the forbidden.”). This is of course to say nothing of his initial reaction to her entreating him to run away with her after her father intends to marry her off, though that's admittedly ambiguous at best and may or may not be influenced by him knowing that he's related to her while she does not.

There's also the slight side-issue of what kind of negative feelings he may harbor towards her because, for all that he's devoted to her, he does imply she's something that he's chained to, and Serpico again has weird issues with the idea of being free. When she asks him outright if he hates her his answer isn't an answer (“To talk of hate...”) and the subject is immediately dropped, never to be brought up again. Worthy of consideration, maybe, but as far as present canon goes it may well be a moot point, as they both seem much happier with themselves and each other.

Oh yeah and there's also that he completely, 100% loses his cool when Farnese says she wants to become a witch, and it notably takes him a while to wrap his head around that idea and accept it. Not sure what the significance of that is but it was pretty funny.

Serpico-->Schierke

Serpico and Schierke don't interact directly very often, but she does give him items blessed by wind elementals and oddly enough, they appear to be the means by which he begins self-reflecting in earnest. He thinks the wind is the thing most alien to him, being free to do whatever it wishes without consequence—so then, what does it say that he masters that power so quickly, as Schierke notes?

The other interesting thing is his general attitude towards magic. Delighted, I think, isn't the right word, but he seems much more smiley when in magical places, surrounded by magical things. The aforementioned sylph hood and sword are things he considers heartening to have in battle against monsters and they end up rather attached to him—he's impressed with their power, and with Schierke's power. He urges Schierke to have pride in herself when she feels down about her inexperience, calling her skills miraculous. He defers to her on matters that he's less experienced in, with a view that isn't colored by differences in age or gender.

Serpico-->Isidro

Serpico and Isidro aren't very close to each other—if Isidro's view of Serpico is hard to pin down and theoretical at best, Serpico's view of Isidro is even harder. He does have opinions of him though—opinions that giving him a dagger that spits fire is probably not the safest idea (though he does note that at least it's better than Farnese getting it), and that Isidro's skill in improvisation is surprisingly good (noted mostly by how Serpico sits up and takes notice when Isidro starts dual-wielding against Guts in practice, managing to make some headway but ultimately coming up short).

Aside from this the bulk of their interaction is kind of the hotheaded eager to prove younger brother and the cool aloof older brother who checks some of his more reckless impulses, though Serpico doesn't seem to go out of his way to do it. Serpico holds him back, physically if need be, when he's about to do something rash, he's constantly telling Isidro to mind himself in battle, and he's willing to explain himself to Isidro if Isidro doesn't understand something (at the end of his second fight with Guts, for instance).

I think the problem here is that we don't see a lot of the interactions they do have, but are implied—they do after all go out into Vritannis alone together to search for a ship, and at some point Isidro must have told Serpico something about his past, because Serpico's the only one who brings up that Isidro grew up in the mountains.

#berserk #serpico #meta posts #bizarre adventures #i might do a meta on serpico as a complete character later because holy Fuck #theres a lot to unpack here

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The Unicorn Legion - Chapter 21

First Battle

As soon as the strange vines entered his range, Shelly waved his hand and jagged ice shot out of the rain-soaked ground. Although the magical construct was mostly a mix of Water and Earth element, it was vulnerable to cold. The vines that touched the ice writhed in pain, and the others carefully avoided it.

Julian also took aim, and fired dozens of bolts in quick succession. The vines were very thin, making it difficult to score a direct hit; still, several vines were successfully pinned.

Seeing that the vines were still approaching, Julian clumsily began to reload. Rosanna could hold twice as many bolts as the average crossbow, but by the time he’d finished reloading and looked up, the battle was already over. The burned vines lay dead on a patch of dry ground.

“Well done,” Rowenna patted Shelly’s head. “Although your innate Fire element is weak, it’s powerful enough to deal with opponents of this level.”

With the obstacle removed, the team slowly began to advance. Julian hurried to retrieve the bolts that could still be reused.

“You did well,” Ellen placed a hand on Julian’s shoulder. “Weapons like ours are better suited to larger targets. If we run into a creature like this again, you can let someone else handle it.”

“Thank you,” the dwarf mumbled, wiping mud off one of the bolts.

However, Julian stubbornly continued to attack every time they encountered another magical construct. Unfortunately, they were still in the outer area of the forest, where even the biggest monster, the Mud Turtle, could be held in one hand. Rosanna was considerably powerful, piercing the shell of the Mud Turtle easily, which cheered Julian up a little. However, with a flick of his hand, Shelly sent a wave of mud over the Mud Turtle, trapping it.

In order to reach the center of the forest, the group was running without taking any breaks. When Julian paused to catch his breath again, Ellen hardened his heart.

“Julian,” he said. “You’ve being doing well so far, but you need to take a break now. You’re pushing yourself too hard.”

“But, I . . .”

“Take a break. That’s an order.” Despite his harsh words, Ellen spoke gently. “We’re about to enter the mid-level area of the forest; there’s bound to opponents better suited to you there.”

“. . . Yes, sir.” Julian answered after a long pause.

Ellen could see that Julian’s mood wasn’t any better, and sighed quietly.

Still, Julian didn’t stop trying, and the team’s speed didn’t decrease. Shelly handled the stronger opponents with ease, becoming more and more confident.

Finally, they came upon a sign marked, “Apprentice Mages and Mid-Level Mages are Not Allowed Beyond This Point.”

“Ha!” Shelly grinned. “I might not be a real mage, but now I’m as strong as a mid-level mage, right?”

“Don’t get cocky. You’re only one third of the way through the forest.” Rowenna scolded him, but her voice sounded fond. “Besides, this is only the practical exam. There is also a personal examination and a theoretical exam.”

“Personal? Theoretical?”

“They’re written exams. You need to have a solid grasp on magical theory to pass the theoretical exam.”

“Uh-oh,” Shelly gulped. “Then . . . the personal exam?”

“To pass the personal exam you need proper form while casting spells, clear and precise incantations, and accurate aim with long distance spells. There is also a physical portion, to measure your running speed, your dexterity, your flexibility, and your skill in dodging oncoming attacks. They also measure your skill in melee, both hand-to-hand and with various weapons.”

“Mages also undergo a physical examination?” Cain interrupted, curious.

“. . . Of course.” Rowenna frowned. “What, did you think mages were fragile? How else are we supposed to fight when we’re alone or have no warriors in our party?”

“Ah, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that . . .”

“It’s fine,” Rowenna turned away. “I’m used to such questions. Let’s go.”

She adjusted her robes and strode forward into the Mid-Level area of the forest. Cain grimaced at Ellen, and reluctantly followed her.

“Shelly, Julian, stay close to Cain and Rowenna. Don’t wander off.” Ellen instructed, then fell into place at the back of the group.

At first glance, except for heavier vegetation and less light, this area of the forest was no different than the outer area. However, the path began to twist confusingly, branching off into the dark forest as though it were trying to lead them astray. At the mouth of each new pathway was a colored will-o’-wisp.

“Usually, you would choose your route according to your preferred field of magic,” Rowenna explained. “But since we aren’t taking the exam, we’re taking the shortest route. In the past, there was a student who was lost for more than a week in this part of the forest. If you don’t want to repeat his mistake, be sure to follow me closely.”

After traveling for a while, the scenery began to change. The surrounding trees were no longer green, becoming withered and blackened. They grew further apart, the spaces between them wide and empty. There was a chill in the air, giving off the feeling of an unforgiving winter. The spring of the outside world had not reached this place.

“. . . This isn’t right.” Rowenna stopped, frowning. “Be careful, everyone.”

“If this is the work of a magical creature, it must’ve lived here for months,” said Ellen.

“It’s possible. There’s not many mid-level mages, so it was only discovered recently.”

As they went on, the path began to slope upwards. When it became so steep that they struggled to stay on their feet, an enormous snowball suddenly appeared and began to roll down the slope. Rowenna waved her hand and blasted it with Fire element. However, instead of melting, the snowball continued to roll towards them.

“Fall back; we just need to get out of its way!” At Ellen’s words, everyone threw themselves backwards, but they were too late, and the snowball was upon them in seconds.

Rowenna didn’t hesitate to fire off a few petrification spells to slow it down, but there was still no effect. She couldn’t bring herself to leave the safety of the path, knowing she wouldn’t be able to find her way back; however, without warning, the snowball bounced off the path. Cain reached out to yank Rowenna to the ground just in time; the snowball soared over their heads and hit a nearby tree. When it fell to the ground, the snow fell apart to reveal a vicious-looking bear with glowing blue eyes and ice-like fangs. Looking at them, it roared threateningly.

“Is that thing immune to magic?”

“. . . Yes,” Rowenna grit her teeth, pulling Shelly behind her.

“You might wanna let us handle this one, then,” Cain drew his sword and stepped forward.

“Use the trees to avoid it! Julian, don’t fire if it runs towards you, focus on getting away.”

As he spoke, Ellen fired an arrow that buried itself into the chest fur of the Ice Bear. Cain took advantage of the hit and swung his sword at the wound created by the arrow, scattering chunks of ice across the clearing.

The Ice Bear groaned in pain, but shook it off and rushed towards Cain.

“The hide’s pretty thick,” Cain commented, leaping out of the way. “That’s not good.”

He was right; this way, they couldn’t be sure their attacks would even connect.

The Ice Bear was actually quite agile, dodging their blows with ease and changing direction quickly. Running on the snow left behind by the snowball was difficult, but it obviously wasn’t a problem for the Ice Bear.

Considering the Ice Bear’s incredible defensive abilities, and the fact that they were confined to the path, this could prove to be a troublesome opponent.

I feel so bad for Julian! I hope he gets his chance to shine soon, too!

I’m with Cain on this one; those physical exams sound killer! Are all the mages in this kingdom super buff?!

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#the unicorn legion

[occupyvenus]

I know this topic has been talked about enough, but after reading one comment on this post by @jonsasnow​ I had to put some of my thoughts out there.

Here’s the comment:

The reason I didn't like her trying to crack down on those families is that she seems to have forgotten a couple seasons ago she was part of the treasonous house and she was loosing everything for the "sins of the father" I was hoping to see her show compassion and realize that the situation those two young people were in wasn't different from the situation she herself had been in and remember how she had suffered.

I don’t understand where people get the idea that Sansa wanted to treat those children like she was treated in Kings Landing. THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NO INDICATION THAT SHE WANTED TO PUT THEM IN THE SAME OR A SIMILAR SITUATION. THERE SIMPLY ISN’T.

Alys and Ned would have probably been put in a similar position as Theon, not Sansa. So let’s look at those two examples of taking the enemies childrens as wards, shall we?

Sansa and Theon were both “hostages”, they were both put under the control of the enemy. But that’s were the similarites between their expiriences end.

Theon was treated kindly, generously and with respect. Of course there’s his line “Yes, my captors were so very kind to me. You love reminding me of that. Everyone in this frozen pile of shit has always loved reminding me of that. You know what it's like to be told how lucky you are to be someone's prisoner? To be told how much you owe them?” and this contradiction is one of the themes that make Theon such an interesting character, but it’s a fact that his life in winterfell was pretty good, no matter how cruel and unfair the circumstances that put him there were. He grew up next to the stark children, was educated and treated with decency. Let’s take a look:

Getting a new haircut together with Jon and Ned Starks heir, Robb. Before attending a feast, sitting next to all of Ned Starks true born children (sorry Jon). Probably the best possible outcome for being a hostage. 

Sansa on the other hand was beaten, isolated, humiliated and forced into a child-marriage. She wasn’t just hold a hostage, she directly was physically and mentally punished for her brothers war. Here’s what Sansas life in Kings Landing looked like:

Being threatend with a crossbow, just before having her clothes ripped of and being beaten by a kingsguard. Probably the worst possible outcome for being a hostage. 

DO YOU SEE THE DIFFERENCE? As similar as their positions were, the consequences they faced were vastly different. So why is everyone assuming the Ned and Alys would suffer the same fate as Sansa did? WHY?

Of course it’s fucked up to take children as wards == hostages and to punish them for their fathers crimes, no matter how they are treated afterwards. But it was a common practice to ensure someone’s loyalty and establish control over potential traitors. It’s cruel, but there are sound reasons behind doing it. I mean, Arya just killed of all adult male freys (I know she didn’t butcher innocent children), but what was the line she used? “Keep one wolf alive and the sheeps are never save” I don’t think this is going to happen since the starks and Jon are our heroes, but theoretically, what would stop Ned or Alys from taking revenge on the starks one day for killing their family members in battle? Taking away a houses means to rebel again in the forseeable future simply is a good way to ensure stability and prevent blood feuds. That’s the ugly reality of living in a feudal society. Let’s be happy we don’t have to deal with that anymore (at least in most parts of the world). 

Jon even does something similar in the books himself with a bunch of wildling children, for fucks sake. Yes - in the books - kind, merciful Jon takes like a hundred children as hostages. He does so to make sure the wildlings stay in line. There is the ugly reality of acutally using the leverage, when necessary and this is something Jon has to deal with in the books. Another night’s watch brother (or was it some northern lord? or Stannis? or one of stannis’s men? I don’t remember...) questions wether Jon could go through with hurting or killing those children if the free folk “broke their contract”. Jon assures him that he’s willing to kill them if he has to. Yes, that happened. It didn’t make it in the show, but still. Words are wind, but still.

I get that the show has to simplify things, like not having our hero take children as hostages, saying that he’s ready to kill them, and it’s actually really nice to have a mercyful action depicted as wise instead of  “stupid” and “naive”. (The way they normally like it on their nihilistic, blood-loving show.) I agree with Jons decision, if only for the grander themes it represents. I like him being a progressive force who challenges unjust westerosi conventions. I really do. I like people fighting against the fucked up society that the seven kingdoms are. I’m for everything that shakes up the feudal system. Punishing explicitly the ones responsible for crimes and treason, without it falling back onto their remaining familiy members is an humaniatirian ideal I can get behind. Go, Jonny, go!

Good job, Jonny. Show them a better way. 

But what I don’t get is that Sansa is again treated like an evil bitch who “doesn’t show any compassion towards children who are in the same position she was in”. I’m honestly too lazy to look up book quotes, but lords were expected to treat “child hostages” well, when put in charge of them. They weren’t supposed to mistreat them like Sansa was by the Lannisters. You weren’t supposed to hurt them without a “justified” reason. (Justified as in the moral code of westeros, not modern standards. Feudalism is fucked up.) There always is the risk of people abusing their position of power, but taking away their casltes and lands isn’t synonymous with Ned and Alys being treated like shit by ~evil queen~ Sansa.

There is no real proof to back this neither, but who says that she wouldn’t have kept those two in winterfell as wards and made sure they are treated as good as possible? Who says she didn’t see taking their lands as a “necessary evil”, but looking back at her own experiences, would have still made sure they weren’t abused and mistreated as she was? Who says she wouldn’t have ensured their personal well-being and safety after punishing their houses for treason? It’s entirely possible and isn’t contradicted by anything she said in the episode. Jon is the one who brought up death as the punishement for treason, not her. I repeat, I’m with Jon on this one. Giving those kids a chance to prove their loyalty was kind and mercyful. It’s a decision that inspires people in a way, a good king should.

But acting like Sansa was being a stone-cold, compassionless bitch who forget what happened to her, wants other people to suffer like she did and is about to turn into Cersei 2.0 because of it, has no textual evidence and is rooted in the good old tradition of shiting all over her character just because. Wether you actively hate her or disguise it as being “disappointed” with her for not learning from her experiences.

I’M SO TIRED OF SANSA’S CHARACTER BEING CONSTANTLY PUT DOWN TO ELEVATE JON AS WOKE WESTEROS-SUPER-JESUS! THEY ARE BOTH GOOD PEOPLE, EVEN WHEN THEY DISAGREE. GET THAT IN YOUR STUPID HEADS!

#got spoilers #got s7 #sansa stark #jon snow #starkbowl #jonsa #kind of #it concerns them both #my opinion #my stuff #salty as fuck #protect sansa stark 2k17