#ℛ speaks

[rrinnna]

“she takes care of herself”

[reclusivesco]

an alter based off of drama? (as in stuff like cancellations and real world events) preferably feminine with a rose theme!

˚˖𓍢ִ໋˚ 🌹˚.⋆ Proxy tag(s) : 🥀, 🌹

୨ৎᯓᡣ Name(s): Rosella, ℛ

˚˖𓍢ִ໋˚ 🌹˚.⋆ Gender(s) : Rosecoric, Girl+

୨ৎᯓᡣ Pronouns: She/Her/Rose/Thorn

˚˖𓍢ִ໋˚ 🌹˚.⋆Orientation(s) :Femmesexual, Malosexual , Bi-Pan

୨ৎᯓᡣ Origin(s): N/a

˚˖𓍢ִ໋˚ 🌹˚.⋆Illness(es): N/a

୨ৎᯓᡣ Neurodivergence(s): N/a

˚˖𓍢ִ໋˚ 🌹˚.⋆ Partner(s): n/a

୨ৎᯓᡣ Age(s) : 23

˚˖𓍢ִ໋˚ 🌹˚.⋆Type + source(s): influenced by outerworld celebrities

୨ৎᯓᡣ Roles(s): Defender, Social Protector

˚˖𓍢ִ໋˚ 🌹˚.⋆ Appearance, if you have an idea: pink hair with silvery eyes, around 5'5, found mostly wearing dresses, skirts, heels, and otherwise formal or fancy attire

୨ৎᯓᡣ Other: *specific to defending or dealing with outerworld drama Rosella loves keeping up with the current celebrities and most often will be found on tiktok or blogs searching for the newest updates. Typically found well dressed and speaks with an elegant tone, she is a bit of a germaphobe and can take offense to others who dont follow her high standards *

[godmeld-archive]

YOU KNOW WHAT ACTUALLY FUCK IT i FEEL LIKE DOING A COMPARISON DROP. So first image was Riain’s old demon form, and the second one is his now. Obviously you can see what I kept and what I improved.

[selinosbound]

alsooo i do imagine remus having a welsh accent. he obv can talk with the accents both of his parents have but he prefers his welsh one because yes remus lupin loves his muggle part of his fam ( incl. grandparents ) and he doesn't see them a lot because well he is going to hogwarts

also I'm always writing accent-less ?? Bcs idk how to type accents but IF U KNOW HOW A WELSH ACCENT SOUNDS LIKE IMAGINE THAT bcs i am not into fkn up accents

[brazencord]

{ ℳ. } silence speaks volumes || Accepting ;; @must-hate-dogs​ { .ℛ. }

           [ She couldn’t help noticing: with his collar unbuttoned, there’s a comedically distinct tan line on Breda’s neck, marking the height of his uniform. Or maybe it’s thanks to all those dress shirts he’s had to wear lately. Between Mustang’s recent outposts, and the swath of legal proceedings, the lieutenant’s been working on his optics with a more formal approach. 

         That, or it could be all of the brunch dates they’ve been partaking in. Much like today’s excursion, Breda vies for vests and button ups in his off-hours. Upon first meeting him, Maria wouldn’t have guessed that he’d had much of a style; to say he dresses smart would be an understatement. ( Although personally, Maria thinks Red’s arms look best with the jackets off. ) 

           She must have been thinking too loudly, though, because he glances up from his newsprint. It’s part of his routine: a newspaper from the street corner, tucked under his arm, only unfolded once their drink orders are placed. And since he usually knows his order needless of menu, Maria will scour her options while he takes inventory of his city. Usually sparks great conversations. 

            But instead of scanning the headlines, Maria meets his gaze in playful quiet. His tan line tempts her peripherals. As does his unbuttoned collar. And when he arches a brow in confusion, she narrows her eyes with a tease: ]

       ❝ You makin’ eyes at me, soldier? ❞

[wilfcrd]

*𝓎ℯℯ𝓉𝓈 𝒶 𝒷ℴ𝓉𝓉𝓁ℯ ℴ𝒻 𝓅𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝒶𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊... ℐ𝒩 𝒞𝒰ℛ𝒮ℐ𝒱ℰ!*

Oh no wilfords back and he can speak in cursive

[fishermanfair]

[𝒯ℴ ℬℯ ℱ𝒾𝓃𝓃𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝒪𝒹𝒶𝒾𝓇||hc fic]

    ℛeturning the the Capitol the year after his Games wasn’t high on the list of things Finnick had been looking forward to in the aftermath of his Victory. In fact the idea of it was incredibly nerve wracking. Barely fifteen and he was suddenly the most famous person in the whole country. It had certainly helped having Harper and Mags there with him though. Of the victors community in District Four he liked the two of them best which was no surprise after all -they were the reason he was alive at all. 

    There was a particular concern of issue to him. A conversation Mags had had with him at dinner the evening before they were to depart for the Capitol. She had expressed a concern that President Snow may wish to meet with him when they arrived. At first Finnick hadn’t seen why this was such a cause for alarm; however, the further explanation had indeed brought him some disquiet.

    At the dinner Mags had gone on to tell him the story of another victor; a handsome boy of sixteen from District Seven who had won the 58th Games. This victor had also been of particular interest to the people of the Capitol for his charming good looks. She told Finnick how the year after his victory that the President had begun making sort of appointments for some of the elite citizens to spend time with the boy. When Finnick pressed what sort of appointments she meant Mags had been somewhat reticent to express the details, but her frown told him enough. The air of the conversation changed with Finnick’s corresponding look of concern. Mags attempted to reassure him then that she was sure he would be thought too young to have anything to worry about.

     The conversation stuck in his mind though. That victor had been seventeen. He was fifteen. If not this year then would he simply be requisitioned for the same sort of appointments in two years time? It made him sick to think about.

    Upon arriving in the Capitol nothing happened right away. The District Four team was able to settle in peacefully while their tributes were being looked after at the remake center. Then they made their way down to watch the tribute parade. Finnick had almost lulled himself into a sense of false security. Until during the parade he caught the eye of a stocky dark haired man who was looking at him with an expression Finnick couldn’t read. Mags had place a hand on his arm and led him by without a word. When he inquired who the man was she had sighed and admitted it was the victor she’d mentioned previously to him. Bile stirred in his stomach, but Finnick didn’t push to turn back and speak to the man -despite his desire to do so. Later that evening he would wish he had broke off from the District Four group to speak to the District Seven victor. Then it wouldn’t have made any difference when President Snow did finally invite him up to the Presidential suit for a drink

.    Snow sat across from him at the desk. Finnick smiled politely and sipped carefully from the glass of wine he’d been poured. Silence stretched on between them sometime. The young victor was determined he not break it. And he didn’t have to.

       “Well Mister Odair...let me get right down to it,” began the President, folding his hands together causally on top of the desk. “A number of our citizens here in the Capitol have expressed to me how impressed they are with you.”

    Finnick swallowed hard, but managed a sort of bashful smile when he spoke.

      “Have they Mister President? I only did the best I could to make the Games entertaining.”

      “Oh yes they have. In fact, several have implied to me that they would find great pleasure in your getting to know you.”

    Almost stunned Finnick was unsure how to reply to this. Silence pressed on between the two. It didn’t matter that he’d had warning this may be coming. Finnick, who had already grown somewhat used to being treated with a little more leniency by authority since his victory, felt like nothing more then President and subject in that moment. He hated it.

      Snow suddenly gave a chuckle. “Don’t look like that my boy. Of course, I’ve told any interested parties that you’re much too young for the boring company of stuffy adults.” 

    Finnick almost breathed a sigh of relief.

      “However, in a few years....say two perhaps? I’ll expect to find you willing to meet with some choice friends and associates,” Snow paused then. The cool smile on his thin lips made Finnick want to sprint from the room. “I’m sure you’ll find them to amiable company my boy....” There was a lengthy pause in which Finnick could do little more than nod absently. “Good. I’d very much hate to see anything happen to...your father’s ship. I’ve also heard that your young sister Nyle still has several years in the reaping does she not?”

      “She does sir,” Finnick replied. A hollow feeling settling in his chest. 

    Upon returning to his District floor Finnick threw up violently. The message was clear. When the time came he would do this. If he didn’t no member of his family would be safe.

[myriadxofxmuses]

༄ ♡ ℬ ℛ

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༄ - What are the top three things you cherish in your life? 

My kids. Cliche I know, but I do.  My son is almost out of the house and my girls are right behind him.  It is going to be very weird, and quiet, when they are all finally out on their own, so I try to enjoy the time I have with them.

♡ - Tell us about something beautiful you see every day. 

Wildlife.  We live relatively close to a river and there is tons of it in our backyard.  We have the usuals - squirrels, birds, racoons, etc. But we have a couple honorary pet hummingbirds that will actually come tell us if we haven't gotten the feeders out in time. There's also toads, turtles, tons of cats, owls, hawks, etc.  We also tend to be very successful when we go out of town. We've had buffalo, elk, prarie dogs, flamingos, crabs, fish, dolphins, all kinds of animals come up to us.  Whatever it is that we do that attracts them I love.

ℬ - What are your top three favourite movies, and why?  

My second favorite three movies are....

Beetlejuice - fun fact I got my daughter's name from this movie.

North

First Wives Club

ℛ - What are your top three favourite books, and why?  

My favorite of all time is Memoirs of a Geisha. I just love the story and how its told.  Do not watch the movie though.  It is garbage.

Lord of the Flies is another really good one.  Anything apocalptic speaks to my soul.

And I can't get enough of any version of Alice in Wonderland.  I have so many different versions I've run out of bookshelf space.

[jadagul]

When I started working on the project that would become my PhD thesis, I was handed a paper in French by Fontaine to read. I do not speak French. But mathematical French isn't too hard to puzzle your way through, because half the language is technical and the other half you can mostly plug into Google Translate.

Except. The paper is commentary on another paper by Bloch and Kato.  And the first paragraph of this paper is this:

For those of you who, like me, don’t speak French, the third and fourth lines say something like “...R is the ring which I usually call “R” (and which is also called R in section 1 of the Bloch-Kato paper, but which is not R in section 2)...” And then you get a bit further in and see the definition

“S = W[[π]].  I call S the ring called R in section 2 of the Bloch-Kato paper...”

And at this point I’m like, am I actually reading this right?  Am I bungling the translation?  What’s going on?  (Remember: I’ve been working in this field for two weeks, and also I’m trying to read a paper written in a language I don’t speak.  So I am primed for confusion.)

So then I go to the Bloch-Kato paper.  And Section 1 has early on this bit:

And then I get to section 2 and they have this:

Yes, thank you, that is exactly what I needed in this long and extremely technical paper, two related but distinct rings called R and ℛ.  

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Bonus ridiculous things from the Fontaine paper, which is just very informal and also kind of catty:

“Exercise: Prove from this that, if r >=2, the following function is an isomorphism.  I have not done it, but (if it is true!) it must be easy.”

That opening paragraph I started with also contains the bit “I will use A_cris (to make you happy) the ring which I usually call W^DP(R).”

“I’ll tell you about this construction which was done by Jean-Pierre and me a long time ago, and which you know as well as I do, in the case we need.”

“I assume, in this paragraph, that p is not equal to 2.  If p=2, it surely works (with a grain of salt), but I’m too lazy to prove it.”

“It remains to prove the lemma.  (To hide nothing, although this doesn’t look bad after the fact, it’s the bit that gave me the most trouble; Bloch and Kato had to convince me it was right.  But it’s like a test problem, afterwards; it’s much easier once you know the answer!)”

And my favorite:

The parenthetical says “I don’t know why my perfectly good notation D_cris(V) is called Crys(V) in the Bloch-Kato paper”.  So this boils down to “You refused to use the notation I invented, so I’m going to switch back to my own notation and also berate you for changing it.”

i hate when font is used contrastively in math. we literally have so many symbols. if you dont want to use the roman or greek or cyrillic alphabet just use hebrew or katakana or something. do not make me draw a weird A

[quietresistance]

Җ & ℛ

A Munday Thing - Very much Accepting

What’s your greatest source of inspiration when it comes to role playing?

One of my two greatest inspirations, for very obvious reasons, is history.  I adore history, including the really horrible parts (well, from an academic perspective I adore those parts... as a human being I’m disgusted.) which is what makes role playing so much fun for me.  Yes, I love my modern verse, but for me, cause I know so much about the eras I’m writing in, historical verses are like written fully immersive reenacting for me (in a way) and it’s really awesome and helps me to better understand how things fit together actually.  It’s really cool to me, especially when writing with writers who know just as much so I get to learn things! (And I’m a sucker for Alternate Universes so.... YEAH.  Let’s explore the aftermath of the Americans losing the American Revolution, shall we?)

Are you religious?

Um, very, actually.  I’m a Protestant, very Protestant.  (My Catholic roommate and I have excellent discussions about the differences between our religions... and with what I believe, THEY ARE VAST) But I don’t go to church cause 1. can’t find one that works within walking driving distance and 2. I find it highly unnecessary most of the time?  So I just go when I’m visiting family or friends with a decent church tbh.  But yeah... I’m the type that TRIES to remember to read their Bible every morning and evening (do I succeed?  HA! Some mornings I’ll be lucky to fit in a reading from Spurgeon’s Morning and Evening and be too tired by the time I have some at night) and the like.  Says grace, etc.  I actually love that I gave Kat the same religious beliefs as myself cause hey... a character who is devoutly Christian and isn’t portrayed as a bigot or a nutcase for once!  (speaking of which, if anyone runs across a show with such a character... please TELL ME.  I’m slowly being driven mad by modern tv’s portrayal of Christianity.)

[foolishmcrtals-blog]

@impenetrableshiield​ picked a bad night to get lost.

𝒲olves howled in the foggy, black distance, it was a terrible night to be left alone. The wind seemed to howl just as the wolves did, and trees stalked into the night sky, each and every one appeared to have some human appendage or facial features. Hand-like clouds were shrouding the moon in a smog, and the only thing seen in the distance was a house. A dreadful house. Built out of bricks, ornate statues lining the roof resembling chess pieces, and a solemn looking exterior.

As soon as eyes were laid upon the masonry, the wind changed, it almost sounded like it was playing a song. The "song" almost sounded like a funerary hymn. As the mansion became more and more visible, it was clear it was abandoned, no signs of life were present, but signs of death became more apparent, as tombstones began to reveal themselves out of the liquid-like fog. This mansion was not only abandoned, but also a private burial ground. The wind started to fade out, and a pipe organ can be heard muttering from the walls within. There was someone in there, but not in a mortal state.

The mansion has normally has two outcomes with teens like this one, they build up courage and go in, or the polar opposite. How funny though, this kid is giving off a familiar aura.

The gates creaked open, seemingly by themselves, however, the creaking sound also seemed to speak to him as well...

ℳ ℳ ℳ ℳ 𝓞 ℛ 𝓣 𝓨 𝓨 𝓨 𝓨 𝓨 . . .

[mgicunleashed]

“You’re fucking unbelievable.” (gimmegimmegimme those xv muses. which ever ones come out when you see luna but one of them >:3c)

A series of “Fuck”s ( accepting )@astralmessenger

    ✹ℛ𝒶𝓋𝓊𝓈;;– There was a practically horrified expression on his face. That was… That was not something he expected to hear, especially not from his own sister. He turned around and gave her a stern look, his arms folded over his chest, and his head cocked to one side.

     ‘ And, may I ask, just what is it that I did to warrant that? Also, language! That is no way to be speaking to family… Or anyone, really. ‘

[alittletheatrical-blog1]

tag drop

[godmeld-archive]

   ❝-— Hey. Unrelated, but what’s blinking like? And how many meters long are you?❞ // @throatkissed​ RELEASED THE SNAKE

[selinosbound]

jkr : remus never spoke up to his friends

me : he doesn’t speak up bcs a. doesn’t get it b. doesn’t think it is his problem to talk c. he doesn’t wanna ruin their fun 

also me : when u have one sirius and one remus in a room all u do is hear is bickering to the point even james and peter leave the room 

[brazencord]

{ ℳ. } five word prompts || NOT Accepting ;; @must-hate-dogs​ { .ℛ. }

             [ Well, well, well, isn’t THIS an interesting turn of events. How many times have she and Red played a rousing game of chess together? Too many to count. Maria’s wins were far and few between- and at least two of them, she knew he’d let her have 'em. But tonight, he hasn’t stopped to boast nor quip. No crass remarks to be named, not even a smart reply to her teases. And it all comes down to one move- the one they can both see. Her gaze flickers up, not just for reassurance, but curious as to how he’s handling his little situation.

                When he speaks, he doesn’t even look up. Maria smirks ear to ear. ]

      ❝ Check, and mate. You lose, soldier. ❞