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the most annoying people are people who don't understand storytelling. they be like "oooo how convenient that this thing happened to the main character in the very beginning". yeah no shit. that's why the story begins here

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are you five nights at fucking kidding me

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oh isabela. they could never make me give you to the arishok.

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Children of the sun

A Hansry art piece inspired by Aristophanes myth/speech from Platos ''Symposium'' on the origin of love and desire.

In short people used to roam the earth attached to each other, back to back, never being able to look at each other. Two men were called children of the sun, two women children of the earth and a man and a woman were called children of the moon. But they got too powerful and Zeus struck them down and separated them. They scattered and would spend their life trying to find their other half, trying to push themselves back together again.

look up also the amazing song ''Origin of Love'' that does a short retelling from the musical ''Hedwig and the Angry Inch''

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◆ Beloved Portraits

A set of cameos that portray two young men. They have significant wear.

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WIP WThursday Oops

Was tagged by @nonagesimus and @corvus-frugilegus ! And I am tagging no one because I didn’t check this app and notice until almost 9pm Thursday 😅

I’m in a bit of a rut writing-wise right now, so here’s something I jotted down while ago for a Daphcanis breakup fic, where Daphne’s working a job clearing out holdover Venatori cells with Fenris:

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it is absolutely essential to have friends you can have extremely insane pervert conversations with. this is kind of what makes life worth living

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The Antivan Mafia

The Antivan Crows operate like the mob, especially when it comes to recruiting desperate members of the public in a system they uphold. They're also... a genuinely legitimate power with close connections to the King of Antiva. These things are both true.

Antiva appears to operate according to and be ruled by a system of merchant houses (including the Crows) and merchant princes (arguably including the Talons).

I posit, veering into headcanon territory, that if we're thinking of the Crows as the mob, we should extend that thinking across all of the merchant houses across all of the Antivan city states. (Of course, other houses often outsource their murder to professionals.)

In terms of understanding what the Crows are, and especially what the Crows we see in Treviso are, @ravioliage brought up the great example of the Yakuza being the first to send aid in the 2011 tsunami, and further, that the largest organized crime networks throughout history "donate food in bad neighborhoods" so that people think kindly of them and become fodder for recruitment. Meanwhile, that gang or mafia or whatever is actually responsible for the fact that the neighbourhood is a bad neighbourhood, and that the people there "can't afford to eat."

They do this because this is how you maintain power over people. You keep them moderately content in a system that's designed to feed on them, or you at least keep them blaming something other than you. The problem from here, as we the audience try to establish what is justifiable for our viewpoint characters according to our own morality, is that the Crows are also established within a system of merchant houses that have very little reason to operate in any other way.

By which I mean, the other merchant houses also operate like the mob, feeding on the people at the bottom to keep their entire operation spinning. The Crows are contract killers, with lives that very much seem dedicated to the job, in a set of rotating institutions that stab each other in the back all the time. The other merchant houses create silk and wine and the basic necessities of life, perhaps with more ordinary lives, but in a system where hiring a killer is a normal way to do business.

I think the reason that Lucanis sees "his" kind of commerce as not all that different than the other houses in Antiva is because, as far as he can tell, it's not. He gets hired by someone on the inside to kill the head of the family so that they can take power (in some of the extended media), which he likely considers evidence that they're not so different from the Crows themselves.

There's no reason to think that the other houses in Antiva operate according to a more optimistic model than the Crows do. If the merchant princes don't run their own "mobs" (with their own guards and men-at-arms, and their own ability to hire mercenaries), then at their best, they're still playing a Game of Thrones.

Is there an escape from that kind of system? If you care at all, do you leave or try to make it better? If you're Teia, you fight—and you might be wrong to do so, because your default response is to aim to slit a hundred throats by nightfall. If tomorrow there are a hundred more, then you have more knives.

The problem with systems is that you take the ones that shaped you with you... wherever you go.

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Jason Todd came back to life 19 yrs old in the 2000s. This is just lore accurate fashion for the guy.

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i still need go get commission money put aside i want ayden on my wall

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WIP Wednesthursday !

IDK if I'm gonna finish this one? I think a better version of it started forming in my head this time.

Thanks for the tag @biowaredisasterbisexual !! Tagging in @haedia @larkinna @hightowerqueen (ik you did this already I'm waving Hello) @lucaniseyebrowlicker

0 pressure / if I missed your post lmk i will go look!! OR YOU, DASH SCROLLER please tell me if you did this thing!

It's late. Despite the lack of sun or moon in the fade, the absence of a tangible night and day, the quiet hours of the dead of 'night' still arrive in The Lighthouse. Even before his demonic possession mediated sleep deprivation, Lucanis often experienced the coming and going of this muted calm. The isolation of the late night was freeing in his youth- the only time when he felt like he didn't have to perform, when the mask could slip. When the expectations of others were at rest, simply being Lucanis was enough.

Unfortunately when your body has an occupancy of two 'simply being Lucanis' becomes a fraught affair.

Still, in recent weeks he and his demon have begun to reach a form of equilibrium. They have a new deal. It's not perfect, it's certainly not the same. But it's movement, it's a way forward, it's maybe even healing. Mierda. He had not expected to end up here.

It's enough.

It's a life. It's even a good one, all things considered. One where comfort is afforded him in so many more ways than isolation. Even affection. This too was an unexpected outcome of this contract. A good one.

At Emmrich's suggestion, on this particular night he finds himself reading to Spite. He's behind on the reading for the coming book club meeting anyway, his evenings had been otherwise occupied of late and well... It's not a thrilling read, despite the accurate depiction of his career. No, in competition for his attention Mistress of The Scarlet Moon was doomed in the face of Rook.

"Rook! Comes!"

Lucanis peers over the top of the novel, raising an eyebrow at the demon perched on the foot of his cot. He'd known Rook to be a night owl sure, but this thing between them is still quite new. If they're coming to the dining hall this late...

Before he can finish the thought Spite is making for the door, excited for their arrival. Lucanis suspects he may also be glad for the reprieve from the novel.

He hears the dining hall door swing open in short order and wonders how the demon seems to be so aware of Rook's comings and goings.

Impatient, Spite paces near the basket of onions. "Lucanis wants. To see Rook. We want. Rook."

If his demon were a dog, he'd be thumping his tail in eager anticipation of his minder's return.

Then Rook knocks, opening the pantry door as they do. Exhaustion is written all over their face, etched heavily in the lines around their bloodshot eyes. "Lucanis? I thought you'd still be up...Uh. Huh. I don't actually know what to say now that I'm here."

Lucanis's face softens at this, smiling gently. He can feel the heat burning in his cheeks as he opens his arms for them. Rook smiles in kind, sleepy and warm. Wordlessly they climb onto the cot, pressing themself tightly into his side, sliding an arm around his neck.

They press a soft kiss against his jaw before burying their face in the side of his neck and breathing deeply.

"Hi."

"Rook."

Usually when they find themselves entwined like this, Rook is the one anchoring Lucanis to the world. It seems tonight is his turn to return the favour, a thought that stirs deep in his chest. He lets the silence hang between them, opting simply to hold them.

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DRAGON AGE 2

I spotted a most curious sight: a mighty ogre, vanquished! Who could perform such a feat? But now my curiosity is sated, and you are safe… for the moment. Is that not enough?

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I'm sorry I'm going fucking insane over trans people in sports issues the anti trans crowd has lost the fucking plot and then has the audacity to act like its the trannies who are ridiculous

I used to be of the "well the sports issue isn't really important to me its w/e I just don't want it to be a gateway into other transphobia" but oh my fucking god we are so far gone. The fencing shit is sending me over the edge. What the fuck.

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todays photomode shots. i wonder who fythe will be romancing.