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the stars have guided me to you, fin. you must be stupefied to be in the illustrious presence of the greatest astrologer in all of teyvat. pick your jaw up for the floor and give me your hand. i’ll give you a reading of your fate purer than your eyes can see that will change the trajectory of your life forever. shall we begin, or will you continue to gawp?
you are a sagittarius, and freminet is a libra, a very social pair of friends, wouldn’t you think? your positive energy is infectious and draws attention from others, while his natural charm catches even the most unpleasant people off guard. together, you know how to turn frowns upside down and get a party started—if he were not shy, that is. air and fire signs get along very well, but beware, for he might wound your convictions, and you might find him having too much control over your friendship. take the time to articulate your concerns and make it clear how you are hurting each other. that will strengthen your bonds.
now to the next part of your reading, spring. i can see your thoughts, and they go to peaches almost immediately, the sweetest kind with juice that dribbles down your chin. that could be an accurate representation of your friendship, easily bruised but sweet and satisfying at the same time. when you think of warmth, it’s natural to feel all warm inside when you’re close to someone you admire and treasure. when you think of dancing in the rain, a light drizzle didn’t hurt anyone, and waltzing with your best friend, making big splashes as you jump in puddles, that is a testament to the wildness of youth.
him? he thinks about winter in snezhnaya and how much it differs from his homeland. though he’s never been there a lot, the climate sends chills down his spine, unlike the season of spring. doodles in the sand after you go diving into the sea with him, water dripping from your clothes as you draw figures of the creatures you saw or each other. the games you would play, sometimes longing to spend time with one another till midnight, though he could never stay that long. his fight or flight nature, how he tunes out the rest of the world by wearing his diving helmet, how he thinks of submerging his head in the water till it fills his ears so he cannot hear anything. you’re always there; the grip of your hand on his arm grounds him from the sea he is sinking in.
didn’t i say i’d impress you? freminet is someone who doesn’t open up easily to others; an introvert would stay in his shell rather than socialize, but you’re the first step in coaxing him to come out. appreciate your friends, for they are the ones who will be there whenever and wherever.
~ B
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Please excuse my language B, but hoooooly shit!! The cycle continues on. My friend coaxed me out of my own shell. I’d do the same to Fremi. Read like I’m an open book.
May the wind guide you and the rest of the Hexenzirkl B, my friends and wish you well, and that the words of my pages follow you to great heights!
#asks#hexenzirkel#Hello B!#This is giving me such an idea to start a gimmick blog about my Genshin oc’s#Anyways thanks so so much for the scry#Core memory unlocked
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If Raphael was supposed to be Gortash dad (makes sense they even share the same outfit style and all) maybe that explains Haarlep? His dad was feed up with Raphael having kids (worthless to him)
Yes! It does make all the sense in the world, to be honest. Especially since everyone except the Archdevils aren’t really supposed to have sex or reproduce. Haarlep as a gift makes much more sense in the context that Raphael had stuck his dick where he shouldn’t, and Papa wasn’t having it.
I got all the information from this link where they talk a lot about the House of Hope and Raphael as a character and there were some interesting things in there that I had no idea about.
Gortash’ clothes and all the parallels between those two make even better sense if they were actually related. It makes less sense that someone who was essentially a captive should wear clothes that represent their captor.
We were also supposed to be taken to Mephistar to meet Mephistopheles after defeating Raphael. The thing we saw in the scrying orb thingy was supposed to be a whole thing, but they scrapped it.
We were supposed to meet Papa Meph and he was supposed to thank us for getting rid of Raphael. It only proves what I’ve always thought about him: Raphael isn’t just some wittle cambion dude with a superiority complex (well he is ALSO that but). He must at least be somewhat good at playing the game since goddamn Mephistopheles himself could not get rid of him and seems thankful that he finally doesn’t have to deal with him.
Back to the thing with Gortash: It would also just be that much more tragic in a way. It’s the perfect example of children inheriting the same shit from their fathers, and it would be tied together perfectly if we actually saw Mephistopheles too.
Imagine this:
We meet Gortash and learn about his past. We learn that he’s Raphael’s kid and suddenly everything makes sense. Raphael has been a distant, shitty father so Gortash broke off to do his own thing and learned how to be independent.
We then kill Raphael and meet Mephistopheles, who is just like “thanks for killing my shitstain son! Cheers” and eats him in front of our eyes. It doesn’t take much deducing that Raphael grew up in much the same way. He broke off with his dad. He became independent. He sought his own power. And when he got a kid, he treated them exactly how he grew up anyway.
The cycle of abuse and everything. The story is already sort of there with Gortash, even though they were not blood-related, but it would have tied it all together in such a fascinating way.
Also, the fact that Raphael’s son stole the very thing he desired himself the most. Imagine the bitterness of your son succeeding where you couldn’t. That in itself has most likely been Raphael’s wet dream his whole life, and now his son succeeded in doing it instead of himself.
Like I said, many of these elements are still somewhat present in the current storyline, but it would really just have hammered it home.
(Thank you for the ask <3 Sorry I started rambling lol)
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hi could I request astarion with a GN reader who is near sighted and wears glasses but they think they look ugly so they only wear them when their alone (like they have accidents like missing targets or their their companions look like blurry blobs)
a/n: THIS IS A CUTE ONE. Okay, so I have terrible vision and I have for since I was a little kid. I need lasik or something. But, I very much relate to feeling ugly with my glasses on. I also squinted the whole time I wrote this. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this silly little drabble!
look at me
Astarion x gn!reader
cw: mention of previous relations, fluff
You looked into the mirror and squinted, trying to scry yourself somehow. It was dark but that wasn’t the reason you couldn’t see a thing. You strained your eyes as you subconciously leaned forward to get a better look. Boop. Your nose bumped against the mirror and you sighed. It was time to accept the fact you had to wear your glasses full time. You were letting eveyrone down everytime you missed a simple attack and you couldn’t tell Halsin and a tree apart.
You relented and put on the damned spectacles. They were becoming more and more of a necessity nowadays. You took in your reflection, thankful you could even see yourself. But, you couldn’t help but feel down on yourself. You couldn’t help but feel so… ugly. The frames just felt awkward, like an extra apendage.
You sat down on your bedroll and reached for your book as the cloth “door” of your tent was yanked to the side.
“You simply MUST have seen my comb it surely did not grow legs and trot off- Oh, you wear glasses.”
You gazed at Astarion wide eyed. You debated taking them off out of embarrasment but concluded it would be worse if you did. Of all people to see you at your most vulnerable, it had to be Astarion. The man you let drink from you and the only man you’ve ever laid with. Your face was hot.
He tilted his head. “Have you always had those?”
You nodded.
He continued, “And you’re practically blind without them?”
You nodded once more.
He exhaled, “Final question, is this the first time you are seeing me well?
“No,” you looked at the ground, “I can see you, you just sometimes look… amorphus. More like a concept, less like a man.”
“I see.” He clears his throat and studies you. Your eyes were stuck on the ground beside you.
“Is something on the ground more interesting than me?”
You look up at him and ask, “What?”
“You’re staring at the ground as if it’s the one whos talking to you.”
“Sorry. I just…” You sighed, ripped the glasses off, and burried your face into your hands. Astarion let himself in and sat down next to you.
“Is there a reason you don’t wear them around the others?”
There was no wine in your system, and yet you spoke freely, “I feel ugly with them, Astarion. I think I look terrible in them.”
He chuckled. That chuckle turned into a laugh, before he offered brief apologies. “Darling, you have nothing to worry about.”
You looked up at him, frown on your face. You blinked a couple times hoping his blurred face would befome defined, but it did not. “I don’t mean to laugh but that is utterly ridiculous. You, my love,” he shifted onto his knees, “are gorgeous. Absolutely ravashing.”
“Astarion, you’re only saying that because we are-.”
“And?” He grabbed your hand. “Do you not believe me?”
“I- I believe you.”
He smiled at you and gave you a kiss on the back of your hand. “Good, maybe now you’ll stop missing your fireball attempts.”
“Hey!” You giggled as he gave you a kiss on the cheek.
“I tease. But, you really should start wearing them often. And, perhaps, you should start now so you can help me find my damn comb!”
#astarion x reader#astarion#baldurs gate 3#astarion fanfic#astarion fic#astarion fluff#astarion x you#astarion x gn reader#astarion romance#astarion bg3#astarion ancunin
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Name: Zomboni
Debut: Plants vs. Zombies
Plants vs. Zombies is such a silly game. Silly is baked into its very code. And I love that! You know me! I live under rotting wood, eating silly and breaking it down into nutrient-rich soil! But I think Zomboni has the honor of being the silliest thing in this already-silly game!
There is no way Zomboni would exist if it weren't for the wordplay. So thank goodness for the wordplay! A zombie, on a Zamboni. Though, we are informed that it is actually "more closely related to a space ogre than a Zombie". What impeccable word choice! So it's not even actually a space ogre. Just some weird guy creature. Awesome
Zomboni drives an ice resurfacing machine, and I have no idea what the general public's knowledge level of these things is. Does the average person know the exist? I knew, but I played and hated playing hockey as a child so I got to watch the ice being resurfaced, which was the best part. Some guy who may or may not be tangentially related to space ogres will drive this machine around the ice rink, cutting down the surface and laying down fresh ice to make a nice and smooth surface, I think. Now, I may be using the generic term for this product, but commonly, there is one brand name that is used commonly, like Band-Aid or Q-Tip or Velcro, and for that we can thank...
Name: Frank J. Zamboni
Debut: Utah
Frank J. Zamboni! Hooray! What do you have to say, Frank?
Wow. So true, Frank. I'm sure this message is reaching its intended audience in this post. Anyway, ol' Ice Tank Frank made such an iconic machine that it is THE ice resurfacing machine in the public consciousness, and there is even a trademark for its iconic shape! That seems unnecessary but ok. Now, when the ghost of the Zamberino was scrying the mortal realm for references to his work in media, he came across parody in a funny video game, and OBVIOUSLY something had to be done about that!
And from then on, Zomboni's description was updated to reflect that it is NOT to be confused with a Zamboni® brand ice resurfacing machine, you silly billy, why would you think that? And they also plugged the Zamboni website in-game, so that the audience of, I must emphasize, a silly video game, would be more likely to buy an entire ice resurfacing machine, or at least its related merchandise. I really would think this would all be fine under parody law, but maybe it has to do with the shape trademark. Whatever. To the Zamboni company's credit, they have some incredible merchandise.
What a powerful item. With this, the course of a baby's life can be changed forever...
Zomboni with an O, I mean with two Os, approaches while creating a trail of freshly laid ice that cannot be planted on. The brand-ambiguous ice resurfacing machine is quite tough, but instant-kill plants are effective, as are Spikeweeds and Spikerocks, which will instantly pop its tires!
Zomboni is a considerable threat, instantly flattening any plant it reaches before its destruction, though the player should be pretty well-equipped to combat it, and the ice is laid on the right side of the screen, rather than the precious left side. Pretty manageable! But Zomboni is only the beginning, and as much delight and intrigue as I have gleaned from Zomboni's existence, it's what FOLLOWS Zomboni that is, in fact, my favorite zombie(s) in the game.
If Zomboni is allowed to create an ice trail, it will be used by Zombie Bobsled Team! Yeah, Frank got a whole "name/debut" section and these guys just get a bolded name in a sentence. You never know what I'm gonna do next! Hee hee!
Zombie Bobsled Team is exactly what it sounds like! A team of zombies, in a bobsled! So that's four zombies, with a defensive vehicle that has to be destroyed before they can be harmed! Zomboni was already over-the-top silly, and then Zombie Bobsled Team goes even higher over that top. And it's a Big Top, where they keep all the clowns. There is not much else I can say about Zombie Bobsled Team, but it really speaks for itself!
For some reason there exists official art of "Mullet Zombie", the Zomboni driver without his vehicle and hat. And for an even somer reason, they put it on the box art for the DS version! PvZ1 is simply very strange when it comes to official key art. Messed up.
#zomboni#zombie bobsled team#zamboni#frank j zamboni#utah#plants vs zombies#not mario#funky friday#mod chikako#long post
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Ursula Pt 1
Queen Mary had accompanied here for Ursula’s imbuement. Taka was enjoying being able to share the workload with others, though he had concerns for how quickly she was taking to all of the magic, and he didn’t always explain the plans and why they had to do things in a certain order.
Yuu trusted him, of course! She just wished that he would be more open about things.
At the base of the statue the mirror shards melted down, sharp pains in her legs almost ignorable if she focused on the spiral shell earrings taking form.
“Well, at least it matches my bracelet?” she asks. She’s wearing it as an anklet, but it’s the thought that matters.
“She wanted to give her necklace, but we’ve no idea where it is.” Queen Mary said, checking over her as if she had injuries. “Some things got added onto the statues, simply too iconic to who we were for it to be missing, but she has no idea where her original nautilus shell is.”
The walk back feels like slow breathing, struggling through water, until she breaches the air of Ramshackle. It’s the easiest place for her to breath, and she thanks Mary for her time. She is more patient in her lessons, but she knows she doesn’t push as much as Professor Taka unless it’s physical combat. She’s hesitant for the magical lessons and won’t open up either.
“You are sure? Nothing wrong with waiting.” Mary says, stopping by her room. Yuu had requested that at least first meetings be private.
“Yea, I’m not to worn down. I’ll just do a quick dive and then go to sleep, I promise!” She pushes up a smile, waiting until she goes down the hallway to let it drop a bit. She is excited! There is just so much happening at school, and with the coming winter, it gets harder to keep the heat inside Ramshackle. The amount of times Yuu has woken up shivering is a growing concern, but Taka can only click his tongue, doing what little he knows to do and just waiting to be solid enough to quick Crowley’s ass into gear.
Ursula’s room is located further down, a window less room with soft lights from leftover holiday strands and a vanity from Octavinelle that is certainly considered out of style for it now. Large and gaudy, with cubbies and shelves everywhere where Yuu has placed small plants instead. On the walls themselves are skeletons and skulls of animals that Sam was having a sale on. Apparently, they are gifts from his friends, but he has so many now that he can’t keep them all? A strange gift, but it benefits Yuu at least.
The cabinets are lined with storage for seeds and other things, as well as a large cauldron, courtesy of Deuce, that she attempted to use scrying from with limited success. The egg chair isn’t the same as Ursula’s hanging conch, but it’s cozy, covered in pillows and silks in silvers, lavenders and dark blues and blacks.
Yuu takes a breath, sits in the vanity, and waits.
The scrape of teeth across her neck almost breaks the connection, but she feels herself tugged forward on a current. She thinks it’s a current anyway
“Come along dear, it’s rude to linger in doorways.”
The voice itself is unexpectedly deep, but...nice. It reminds her of an aunt back home, bit of a diva but well meaning.
Yuu slides inside, touching the small urchins, flowing seaweed, and other bits that she can’t even begin to name.
“Not as lively as my last garden, but certainly more useful.”
She looks almost exactly like her statue, but...more wild. Her eyes in particular, painted in deep blue and lavender, are clearly inhuman, the pupil slitted horizontally. Her mouth hides a row of sharp teeth, with the front two being the sharpest. Some type of evolutionary change? The rest of her is about the same though, large body more solid looking here, scales glittering down her chest and core, claws painted a cheery red, and a spiked crown around her short flowing hair.
“It was temporary but it still counts in my eyes.” she says, “Now, come here, let me get a good look at you.”
A tentacle reaches for her, and Yuu finally looks down.
“What-”
“Not to worry, not to worry!” Ursula says, spinning her around so that her own deep green and gold tentacles flutter like a dress. “You look splendid! Just need to practice is all. You’ll get the hang of it in no time.”
She pulls her into the chair in front of the vanity, which is technically where she’s already sitting but not here?
“My mind feels fuzzy.” Yuu mutters.
“Do you not like this form? You are a cephalomer dear, you could change it if you wished.”
Ursula's face morphs into something more masculine, a dark tentacle mustache growing in twirls and spins, her frame taking the extra weight of her chest and distributing it down to make her tentacles even thicker.
“We can do that? I can do that?”
She laughs, “My dear sweet child, this is what I do. To help poor souls like us become everything we were meant to be.”
She taps Yuu’s chin, taking a closer look at the eyebags and overall fatigue. It will be a while before the child is anywhere close to being able to grant wishes, but she has potential.
But right now, the child needs rest. Something deeper than the abyss, gentle as the waves.
“We can approach all that later though. For now, let’s get you used to your body. Just some gentle swimming, and then I’ll get a better idea on your scrying.” She chuckles as she feels Yuu’s appendage wrap around hers, like a little child thrown about my waves. “My handsome darlings were my primary source, but I did just fine with my cauldron.”
“I tried the cauldron, even with Professor Taka’s help, I couldn’t get it to work.” Yuu says, rising from the chair unsteadily.
“Oh, darling, you didn’t have me.” she smiles, sharp toothed and confident.
She could take this little soul and make it into a hurricane, she knows it. Just a little time and patience.
#twisted wonderland#twst#disney twst#twst wonderland#stone heart au#twst yuu#twst great 7#twst the great 7#disney ursula
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I just wanted to commend you for your ability to select animals for characters. I love seeing your various Yugioh furry AU characters and each animal choice is so perfect in every way from Otter Atticus to poodle Dennis. I would love to hear your thought process when it comes to making those animals pairings or if it's just on vibes.
WAHH THANK YOU i take a lot of personal pride in my ygo furry AU designs and scrying animal species for each character is always a really fun little challenge for me, so that means a lot to me 🥺 this is a great question!
My thought process for these tends to boil down to a combination of "i think this animal suits this characters personality/appearance/etc" and also yeah sometimes it's just vibes, but i DO have a small set of 'rules' i keep in the back of my mind to give myself an extra challenge:
I always try to not copy exact animal species I've seen other people use for a character, and I ESPECIALLY try to pick specific species or breeds of an animal rather than "oh well he's just a cat/a dog/a bunny/a lizard/etc etc etc"--there's so many cool animals out there!!! there's so many cool breeds of common furry species you can play with!!! I like getting into the specifics of it!!! also imo there's Enough furry anime character drawings out there where the characters are Just a brown or yellow or purple dog or cat of no discernible breed, i wanna do my own thing >;3c
(I think the only exception with my furry AU designs so far is jaden, but to be fair 'orange tabby cat' is just perfect for him, also my jaden is fat so he's already not your average Anime Cat Boy Design HAHA)
i also try to not repeat exact species, even across different yugiohs--different breeds is fair game (i.e. poodle dennis, akita yusei, pomeranian bakura, and corgi kotori are all dogs of course but those are all very different breeds!!) but if I use, say, American Bison for Furry AU Gong, I can't go using bison for Axel or the Gore or anyone else later. Just an added challenge for me!
The only time that doesn't apply is with characters who are siblings, I like to use the same/very similar breeds for them (unless they're adopted/there's other factors at play--i havent drawn them yet but Shay Obsidian is a red-throated caracara and Lulu Obsidian is some species of dove/pigeon, since there's dimensional fuckery at play with all the bracelet girls)
side bit of trivia but poodle!dennis definitely came about originally from the "im a big gay poodle" lyric in this chris fleming classic, and then it just turned out that was actually the single perfect animal to make him 🧡 standard poodles are hunting dogs 🧡🧡🧡🧡okaaaaay
ANYWAY to illustrate my process I mulled on a furry species for a character I haven't assigned one yet--in this case, Fujiwara from GX! Since Atticus and Zane are both semi-aquatic animals (sea otter, black swan) I wanted to make Fujiwara something semi-aquatic too, and I also especially wanted to pick out something kind of off-kilter and weird and Nobody's First Choice For a Furry Species Pick (this is often a driving factor for me <3 but also fujiwara is such a purposely weird and ill-fitting character In The Text so it's perfect for him.) I almost made him a green salamander, but I wanted something that could easily preserve his yucky seaweed hair since it's a big part of his design, SO! AFTER MUCH CONSIDERATION--
the humble playpus :) frequently an animal associated with "not fitting in" which. well. fujiwara......................................
it's a Process but i enjoy it very much <3 i will keep making yugioh furries forever and i will have the grandest time in the world with it <333
#ygo posting#asks#baconbirdie#ygo furry au#ygoart#dana art#yusuke fujiwara#the world's most mentally ill platypus.
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gamerrrrs would you like some dinky little pictures of your dragons done by someone who can't really draw dragons for pennies. i'm going to do a popup art shop of sorts to commit to that funny cow scry for my dusthide and i need examples
^ i drew her this is about the level of quality you can expect lol
largely pwyw, i'll take both treasure and/or gems [if you are kind enough, i'd also accept any of the actual items i'll be getting anyway for like. an actually well drawn chibi instead. not of dragons though i can do humans and furries just fine]
roughly 500 px canvas and please don't expect anything incredible lmao... i promise to draw your dragons silly but i don't promise to draw them well
i will try to include skins/apparel if applicable but if you'd like me to just omit them lmk ^-^
u can drop me a message here or on flightrising if you're interested EDIT: Woah! The community's been so kind to me and my funny little cow, I can't thank the folks that've helped out enough! Wagyu's genes should be all squared away now, but I'm having a lot of fun with my silly dragon doodles and I'll keep taking them until I get sick of it. [i was thinking about making it a more permanent lowkey offering on my profile page, rather than a full shop? just a sort of informal invitation to request a funny doodle like these. i'm not sure what a good pricetag to stick on that would be!]
Here's a few of the ones I've already done! EDIT x2: The rest of them are now done!
TY sooooooo much to everyone that was kind enough to send me a donation/art rq! I had a lot of fun working on these and it was a great little stretch for my comfort zone.
I'll be tentatively setting up an order form for these around the end of the month or so, and I'll make a new ad post about it whenever that happens! I'll *only* be taking them through my flight rising messages, however, so feel free to drop me a friend request or just lurk on my page if you'd like to keep an eye on me >;]
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2 - 62 The Dog Spa Murder Spree
1000 total likes!!!
Happy to announce that the Murdle cartoon will also be posted on AO3 now! :D I don't.... think that means anything to anyone but uh yeah!
DON'T READ THE EPISODES WITHOUT READING THE BOOKS!!
PERSON: [over the phone] INSPECTOR IRRATINO!! IRRATINO: JESUS FU- Heeeeeelllo! PERSON: Here, at the luxury dog spa - someone TRIED to murder a dog! They didn’t manage, but I couldn’t see who it was… with Logico gone, you’re our only hope!
Irratino does a double take. A DOG?! This can’t wait.
IRRATINO: I’m sorry, Logico!!
Good to know he has priorities. When he arrives, Mauve, Ivory, Dusty, and a cardboard stick figure have lost their own dogs.
MAUVE: OH. Irratino. You’re going to help me now, because I’ve lost my WOOKIE. IVORY: Arr-Ro? Where’s Arr-Ro?! DUSTY: [unhinged wailing] IRRATINO: WAIT WAIT stop everybody stop. Who are you? CARDBOARD FIGURE: Oh, me. I’m Grayscale, CPA. I work in marketing. IRRATINO: … GRAYSCALE: [slow zoom-in on nonexistent face, faint bloody screaming and grinding sounds] IRRATINO: …Cool. GRAYSCALE: I’m looking for my poodle, Phoebe.
Irratino not only has to solve this murder, he needs to find his friends’ dogs, a task they cannot do themselves for some reason. First, he scrys into a fluorescent bulb, very much damaging his eyes. But all he can see is Mauve casually collecting her tears in an emerald dog bowl.
IRRATINO: Um… MAUVE: [HIIIISSSSSS]
Director Dusty is equally miserable, crying on a small bed with a cat laying on top of him.
DUSTY: I DON’T KNOW WHAT I’M GONNA DO WITHOUT RUFF-RUFF. IRRATINO: Hey, they just got lost in the complex. We’re going to find them. DUSTY: I HOPE SO… THIS OLD CAT AIN’T GOT A SPECK OF RUFF-RUFF’S CHARM…
The cat suddenly yowls, sinking its claws into his bare stomach. He lets out an ear piercing shriek.
IVORY: Oh my GOD-UH! Everyone’s so fucking LOUD, they’ll scare away all the dogs, and I NEED my ARR-RO! I know how to get him back.
She brings out a GIANT bone out of hammerspace.
IRRATINO: WAIT! YOU CAN’T DO THAT!
A whole pack of dogs swarms her, trampling her alive!
GRAYSCALE: [attempt at enthusiasm] Phoebe, it’s you.
He reunites with her.
GRAYSCALE: You are my only friend.
This guy is making everyone uncomfortable. But Ruff-Ruff runs by to lick Dusty’s wounds, and Mauve is greeted by a squirming noodle dog that really looks like her in a weird way.
MAUVE: WOOKIEEEEE. [picks her up] MY WOOKIE IS HERE… HAHAHAHAHAH
Irratino looks at her and she hisses again.
Ivory is on the ground, barely conscious. She is… a lot more injured than they initially thought. But a giant shadow looms over her, and breathes directly in her face…
IVORY: [cough] Arr-Ro?
She reaches out and caresses his face, and promptly dies.
EVERYONE: [scream] IVORY: [sits up] UGH!! You’re so, FUCKING LOUD!!
It’s good that everyone’s reunited with their dogs, but who did the near-murder? A voicemail from Logico!
LOGICO: Hey. Inspector. I just saw on the news that you broke into Drakonia yesterday. With all due respect, ARE YOU SERIOUS?! IT’S BEEN SO FUCKING LONG, HAVE YOU EVEN BEEN CHECKING YOUR PHONE?! WHY HAVEN’T YOU CALLED BACK?! Anyway, this reminds me of that Great Dane that Editor Ivory always used to bring to meetings. I don’t know why it reminds me of that, it just does. Must be some ‘esoteric’ significance. GET. BACK. TO ME. Please~ <3
Irratino doesn’t message back. But thank god he knows Logico’s alive. And he feels a little bad for forgetting him for a day to deal with dog murder attempts.
IRRATINO: Grayscale CPA! I knew you were too basic to just be a regular guy. You tried to kill a DOG! GRAYSCALE: Ok, you got me. I’ll make a deal with you. If you let me off with a warning, I’ll tell you where you can find a lead about Logico’s disappearance. IRRATINO: Sure.
Grayscale gives the goat lord a map. Irratino gives the gray man an arrest! He’s dragged away in handcuffs.
GRAYSCALE: But we had a deal. IRRATINO: [deep cowboy voice] I don’t negotiate with wannabe dog murderers. GRAYSCALE: I wasn’t even going to murder the dog. I just-
Nobody cares.
The end!
Hoping the cartoon can reach a wider audience on AO3, there seems to be a lot of Murdle fanfics there
And apologies for not reading much if any fanfiction myself. I feel like I'm obligated to, it's just I uh
I'm scared and I don't want to
(I'll read it if my friends made it lol)
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Deep Wound
Stone Kisses
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“I’ve never known a world that didn’t have him in it.”
Alivir held onto Tallinvar from behind as Dainea pressed close against his chest. Together, they held their lover steady against the horror they had just witnessed.
“You tried to save him,” Dainea said gently, although they all knew it wasn’t enough. Master Wishtain died as he lived, reaching for something he should never have attempted. Alivir himself couldn’t find it within his heart to be sorry the man was dead. Not after he learned the cause of the terrible scars on Tallinvar’s back, and in his mind.
He couldn’t spare much mercy for a man who tried to beat the defiance out of his son for the sake of power he was never meant to wield.
Tallinvar, however, was not taking it well.
At least half of it was shock, and that at least, Alivir shared, and so did Dainea. Two healers had already been by to check on them, and left potions for anxiety which did not seem to be helping very much. All the same, every little bit was more than before, and Alivir coaxed Tallinvar into drinking one of them, along with a little tea.
Now they were huddled up together, sharing an overlarge blanket and trying their best to come to terms with what they had seen.
“Children.”
It was Eikh. He sat on the edge of the bed in the healer’s halls and put a hand on Tallinvar’s shoulder, lined face set in a mask of sympathy.
“He was not much of a man, but he was your father,” he told Tallinvar with a stern, but gentle tone that promised an utter lack of judgement. “You can hate someone, and love them at the same time, and you can wish that they were better than what they were. No one here will judge you for mourning him.”
“I shouldn’t. I would have killed him myself,” Tallinvar said. He hadn’t wept, and Alivir didn’t think he would. Not for a while, anyway, but that was probably shock more than anything else. Not the healthiest option, but Alivir wasn’t exactly the best person for judging healthy mental choices. He was more than half-mad with his Sight. “I tried to kill him just yesterday.”
“He very much deserved the stabbing you gave him,” Eikh said kindly. He patted Tallinvar’s shoulder and then tucked the three of them in a little closer, before spreading a second blanket out and tucking that around them as well. Alivir offered him a small nod of thanks and received his own pat on the shoulder for it. “And the beating Nightshade gave him after, but you did not deserve to see him die that way. Let the healers help you. We have people here who know how to heal wounds of the mind, and of the heart.”
“Can they make me stop feeling like… this?”
“In time, yes. For now, have another of Nightshade’s potions, and sleep a little. You will not dream.”
Tallinvar was clearly not convinced, but he took the potion Eikh offered and drank it without hesitation. Alivir raised a brow when his lover abruptly went limp, completely asleep.
“That was not the same one they gave us before,” he said, and eased Tallinvar to the bed where he could sleep. “What happened after? We didn’t stay to see… anything.”
“You wouldn’t need to stay if you cared to Look,” Eikh pointed out, but he stroked Dainea’s hair out of her face and nudged her to settle down beside Tallinvar. “The monsters retreated, and there is no sign of the broodmother besides the marks she left. I have a difficult request of you.”
“Anything,” Alivir said, although he wasn’t sure what he could possibly do. His Sight was unreliable when it came to the monsters. He suspected it had to do with the anti-magic field down in the caves. Something about it made the monsters hard to look at too closely. “You need me to try and scry something?”
“Look for Master Wishtain.”
There was almost nothing Alivir wanted less, but it was probably the most important thing he could do, despite his own lack of inclination. Now he understood why Eikh put Tallinvar to sleep. He didn’t need to hear this, no matter what Alivir had to say.
If his father was alive, it would be almost worse than if the man was dead. If Master Wishtain somehow survived the monsters, there would need to be a rescue, and Tallinvar would insist on going with whoever went after him. That would go badly for everyone. There was no way Tallinvar could be rational where his father was concerned.
Hopefully it wouldn’t have to be Alivir to talk him down. Eikh would do a better job of it, and might even keep Tallinvar out of the caves.
Assuming Master Wishtain was still alive, which, in all honesty, Alivir hoped he wasn’t.
“I need something reflective,” he said reluctantly. No matter what he Saw, it was going to be unpleasant. “My bowl is back in our rooms.”
“I have a mirror,” Eikh said and supplied a small folding mirror like the noble ladies carried sometimes. “I thought you would prefer it to your scrying crystal.”
“I do.”
With his new control over his Sight, Alivir didn’t fear the mirror as he might have once, but it was still nerve-wracking to open himself to the pain of the visions that had swamped him for so many years.
This one was no less confusing than the rest, but at least it brought him answers.
There was little interpretation needed for the wash of images, all of bloodstained claws and stone, and then of a monster, smaller and newer than the others.
“He’s dead,” Alivir said when the images faded off his eyes and he could hand the mirror back. “Or close enough. Turned into a monster, like the rest of the mages they took.”
Eikh sighed. “He was a wretch, but no one deserves that fate.”
“He might,” Dainea said acidly and held Tallinvar closer. “We would have given him something faster, but it would have been as final.”
“Even so,” Eikh said, and stood. “Rest, children. Take care of him. This is one more wound on top of many. Strong as he is, this is not an easy blow to take and keep standing. He will need you both to continue onward, and this crisis is not yet finished.”
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Unforsaken, 11a
(All sections on tumblr)
(AO3, lagging behind but more polished)
[There's been an AO3 chapter I didn't link here, the fairy-tale one.]
If for some reason anyone was hoping for a desolate wasteland with cold-drakes everywhere north of the mountains, they are disappointed.
(Well actually they were kind of hoping to find an obvious place to demonstrate the Wizard's Clay. This will take some thought.)
There's pine forest on the lower slopes of the mountains, and the grasslands rolling northward are green where they aren't full of wildflowers. There are buzzing insects, birds and rabbits and foxes, and a herd of deer in the distance.
So there's food for any cold-drakes.
More importantly, there's plentiful forage for the oxen and horses. Which they were already confident of thanks to palantír scrying, but it's good it's still here.
They could do some more palantír scrying to locate good campsites with water sources, but mostly they send the kids younger set ahead scouting.
(They are various levels of qualified for scouting in this environment, but it's a good thing to learn, anyway.)
Two days past Gundabad, at the nightly conference Arwen asks if they've seen any sign of dragons. She is is glad to hear they haven't.
And they're well clear of Gundabad?
And they haven't seen any orcs or trolls around?
All right. Then she has to tell them something about those grey swans with the Geese.
This is so much worse than the hair thing.
****
Everyone reacts very well.
Celeborn does not — does not — lash out at Maglor or Celegorm. It's old news, and anyway leaving Eluréd and Elurín to die (or not) was the work of a few rogues. He believes that. Maedhros and Maglor wouldn't have hurt them without an attempt at hostage negotiation first. No doubt Celegorm inspired his retainers' behavior, but it wasn't even his fault, not directly, since he was dead at the time. (Although, as his fëa was obviously lingering— No, probably not.)
Celeborn also does not waste time asking questions like: "How are they swans? Was Elwing's transformation not because of Ulmo? Did Lúthien turn into a bird, or into anything under non-emergency circumstances? Could Dior have?"
Instead, he asks, "…Does this have something to do with Nimloth not answering the Call of Mandos?"
Turgon shrugs, awkwardly. "I don't know. I don't know if she ever told anyone anything about how that happened."
"I think it must have been," says Whiterot, who is acknowledging the gravity of the news by actually speaking to Celeborn. "And this is probably also related to how risk-averse she could be. She must have known they were here and been afraid of leading the Dark Lord to them."
(Turgon can't actually see how any of the risks Leafblight wouldn't take could have led to her leading the Dark Lord to her sons. Even if she somehow knew where they were, how is that even related to keeping a low profile generally?)
Celegorm tells Maglor he is going to go dig a hole in the ground that they can demonstrate the Wizard's Clay in, and vanishes into the night. Maglor doesn't stop him.
Time of death notwithstanding, Maglor does blame Celegorm for Eluréd and Elurín.
Even before the Nirnaeth, Celegorm and Curufin used some very violent rhetoric on the subject of Thingol, his people, and his house. (Maedhros figured it was substantially about the Silmaril and Lúthien humiliating them, but also about scapegoating someone else for Celebrimbor's rejection, Huan's rejection and death, the breakdown in relations with Nargothrond, and for that matter Finrod's death.)
After the Nirnaeth, all of them found their thoughts turning more often and more darkly towards Thingol and the Silmaril he held, though they didn't test the Girdle.
Celegorm combined that with a steady stream of vitriol towards Beren and Lúthien and their son — Men were barely more than beasts, and Ainur were hateful aliens with no place in Arda, and their joint spawn were monstrous. Maedhros hadn't been in any condition to shut him up. Maglor hadn't dared pick a fight and break the facade of unity that was holding their followers together.
(It had been one more thing to feel guilty about, with Elrond and Elros — that he hadn't said anything while Celegorm dismissed their entire family as not really people.)
Maglor doesn't think Celegorm really believed it even at the time — he hated them even more than he hated everything else and wanted a justification, like Caranthir coming up with reasons to despise Angrod and Aegnor besides 'Celegorm and Curufin like them more than me'. But Celegorm's retainers had believed in him the way they'd once believed in Oromë, and took his words as truth, and he should have watched his words accordingly.
Also, it was blatantly obvious that Eluréd and Elurín should be taken hostage. Leaving someone who didn't realize that with command of his retainers was very irresponsible.
(Celegorm realizes within five minutes of leaving camp that he forgot to grab a shovel, but was unwilling to go back and get one, so he grimly sets to digging a hole with his shitty orc sword.)
Khitwê and Risyind know about Eluréd and Elurín, more or less; Elladan covered them the summer before while trying to explain the roots of Celeborn's mood.
Obviously the Hirnedhrim have never heard of them before.
Neither has Gimli.
…Or Sharlinnu. She realizes she probably could have heard of them if she'd ever listened to orcs-who-know-they-were-Sindar arguing with orcs-who-know-they-were-Noldor rather than trying to get them to shut up, but that is not the case.
She is as helpful as she can be by not sharing the official Pelndoru version of why the Noldor and Sindar have a feud, which reliably outrages Eldar of any background:
The strife between different groups of Journey-Elves is an old blood feud started over a cursed jewel filled with the perilous light of the gods. Some of the Deep-Elves found it, were driven mad, then lost it. Then some of the Grey-Elves found it and kept it and were driven mad. Because they were all mad, they had a war and slew each other over who should keep the jewel. Because the Deep-Elves had held it longer, they were more mad and turned on their own people. Finally it was sent back to the gods as it always should have been. The Journey-Elves had never had a war before, so they were very upset, and are still angry and argue about whose fault it was.
(Sharlinnu feels it conveys most of the necessary information, but does have to concede that entirely omitting the Dark Lord is an odd choice.)
Legolas has heard of them. Celeborn would be relieved, if he was paying attention.
(Thranduil met Eluréd and Elurín a few times, between their coming to Menegroth and Nimloth informing Oropher that her father's death did not mean she needed his maternal cousin to step in and offer unsolicited suggestions, and in fact, if he could not treat her and Dior as adults and his king and queen, then he could get out of their council chambers — which had led to Oropher leaving Menegroth. Thranduil was quite young himself at the time, and grieving his dwarf-slain mother, but he remembered the twins clearly. He didn't dwell on the Kinslaying, but he mentioned Eluréd and Elurín.)
Legolas does not however feel qualified to explain Eluréd and Elurín, much less explain why everyone is so tense about it. He's hoping Elladan and Elrohir will do it.
Thus far they have not.
Elladan and Elrohir are—
Their family tree is full of ghosts. Third Age Elvendom was full of ghosts. They have to be prepared to meet some ghosts. And they are!
But Eluréd and Elurín were children of a peredhel father and an elven mother, identical twin boys with a younger sister, and— They were particularly eerie ghosts, and not ones their parents encouraged them to dwell on.
It's taking a little recalibration to absorb the idea of meeting them.
Anyway they're having a hushed conversation by themselves, and not explaining anything to anyone else.
Glorfindel, once he's satisfied that violence is not going to break out, announces he's going to ride back and see if he can find the Geese to speak with them.
…Khitwê ends up awkwardly trying to relay what he understands of the history to Gimli, Sharlinnu, and the Hirnedhrim.
Zuste says with great feeling that being a child abandoned in winter is just the worst. No one asks.
Sharlinnu remarks that this answers a number of questions she didn't ask about Reckless and Leafblight but none of her questions about Whiterot; in fact she now has several new ones.
Gimli asks for clarification on the 'can turn into swans' part. Khitwê has no idea about that.
Legolas says he doesn't understand that part, either.
Khitwê: "You couldn't make an attempt to explain the rest of it?"
Legolas: "I really don't know more than who they were!"
Risyind: "But wasn't your king still hating dwarves over Elder Days grudges? This doesn't bother him?"
Legolas denies any understanding of why he does or doesn't know anything to do with the First Age and what that knowledge or lack or knowledge does or doesn't have to do with his father's personal opinions.
The Geese prove elusive. Glorfindel decides pretty quickly they just don't want to be found at the moment, but still dawdles a bit before heading back.)
Really, everyone handles it very well.
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the raven cycle timeline
"trc takes place in the mid-2010s" "trc takes place in 2012" no it doesn't! it's pretty common knowledge that mstief isn't the most specific when it comes to timelines (an example is that she had to change ronan's birth date after readers pointed out that it didn't line up with the events of the book; another example is the pre-canon gansey & adam & ronan friendship timeline, which doesn't make sense at all if you think about it longer than a second), and she has said before that her editors are more or less the same.
what that means is that the raven cycle and the dreamer trilogy are kind of nebulously "present-time," and no matter what year you think it takes place in, some details are going to be inaccurate. but since i am a chronic nit-picker and i get very fussy about timelines, that didn't sit right with me! i needed to know the exact year. so on my last reread, i kept a look out for any mention of dates so that i might be able to pinpoint exactly when the raven cycle takes place.
and i think i might have the answer :)
all of my arguments come from the dream thieves.
firstly, adam's birthday. we know that his birthday is july 3rd:
we also know that he was missing for most of the previous day:
what happens then is that he falls asleep for an indeterminate amount of time ("Later he fell asleep sitting up on the end of that same sofa."), he and gansey drive back to henrietta, adam visits blue at fox way, and after scrying with persephone he falls asleep again for twenty-one hours, and during that twenty-one hours is when his birthday takes place.
for a while i assumed the "quietly turned eighteen" referred to midnight, but that actually doesn't make a lot of sense given the context of the previous day being saturday. both of our options (gansey and adam drive back the same evening they found adam; gansey and adam drive back the next morning, on sunday) leaves us with adam falling asleep on sunday. at some point during the next twenty-one hours he "turns eighteen."
the thing is, there is no convenient year where july 3rd falls on a monday (in the scenario where we assume that "quietly turned eighteen" refers to midnight on the day of his birthday). however, if we go with the idea that it is still sunday and it refers simply to his actual time of birth, we're left with a pretty good answer:
adam turns 18 on sunday, july 3rd, 2011.
i have another thing to kind of back this up.
if we assume niall wasn't lying about that, we have two (well... kind of) options:
i searched for earthquakes in northern england since niall was born in cumbria. however, in my opinion, the second one, on december 26th, can't really be counted, since it would mean niall was... 32 in 2011. a little young lol. but if he was born in 1970, he would be 40/41 at his time of death, which makes a lot of sense (it also makes sense he would be a leo). neither earthquakes are a 4.1, but whatever, maybe he just forgot the exact number. maybe he was being humble.
so... all of this to say that the events of the raven cycle probably happen during 2011, and thus the dreamer trilogy would take place in 2013. considering the references to fortnite and all, that doesn't make a lot of sense, but at least i can rest easy knowing that that's just because mstief didn't think about this stuff at all while writing it (hence nebulous "present-day" being the actual correct answer as to when the books are set).
for a while i actually thought trc took place in 2010 since the lynches go to church before kavinsky's party, which i assumed meant july fourth was on a sunday, but it's mentioned that they go for a "special" "holiday mass" and not regular mass. either way, 2011 works better with adam being missing on saturday.
anyway, all this to say that i think about timelines too much. thank you for reading if you've made it this far lol
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POV: The adventuring party meets up yearly after the epilogue to talk about their lives.
Loki Wren: So, I realized I really liked rats, and decided to raise them by hand because I thought they were cute- Even if they live short lives, I had to think: What else could befriending those critters bring? Loki Wren: Eventually, after selectively breeding the critters, I've gotten all sorts of quirky results, healthy of course. Its important to improve the lives of the offspring. They are my friends!
Loki Wren: To improve my communication skills and to tame them better, I asked Halsin to teach me a few things- I basicially don't go a day without casting speak with animals.
Loki Wren: Then, one of my nests developed a few prodigy rats, very obedient little pets. They're kind of my children. Started teaching them how to gather information. They're cute tiny spies. Very smart, very adorable.
Loki Wren: Had to neuter a lot of my babies though- You know- Things can get out of hand, one of my favorite sons tried to breed with sewer rats, and I didn't want to upset Astarion again with my obsession over these critters.. Early on he was not very happy with my research.
Loki Wren: My precious boy was angry with me first- but then understood it as if I had given him a new great holy mission: To befriend the sewer Colonies and establish an alliance with them through education.
Loki Wren: [starts laughing, there's a giggle at the end] And now I... [wheezes] Have an army of rats at my full disposal, with emissaries of rats training and teaching each other.. Convinced I am god. They developed an entire culture surrounding me.
Astarion: From ratboy, to ratfather, to Locke- then Loki Wren. And then Ratgod. Who would've thought. [chuckles] And now all in Baldur's Gate adore the critters.
Loki Wren: Anyway, the city is now psyched about pet rats and less eager to kill the sewer rats. My ''divine'' protection. [manical laughter] Of course, they do have territorial disputes. Helps keeping the population at bay.
Loki Wren: I love my rats..
Astarion: Sometimes I wonder if you are a genius or just really enthusiastic about your little hobbies.. Then I realize you are both. Always both.
Loki Wren: So what's everyone else been up to?
Shadowheart: Uh, I learned how to swim. Properly this time.
Karlach: The usual, fighting off fiends. [yawns] I would love to pet some rats though!! Wyll: I hunted a few bounties in Avernus... Nothing out of the ordinary. Seldazr: Published another book, I think Volo's jealous of my success. He's been trying to claim my glass eye is the cause. Not much else?
Gale: I've been trying and failing at modifying a scrying spell... Elminster has been dodging my letters. Lae'zel: Could you overthrow another city with the rats? They're pretty much soldiers already. I'm disappointed you haven't tried yet. Minthara: ..I would like to know as well. I think they'd do well in the underdark. Enough space. They could potentially and easily adapt to the ecosystem in a few generations, reigning terror on the denizens and cultivating with their religion into a functioning society. We've seen it happen many times before..
Loki Wren: ..How do you think the Bhaalists were driven out? They work better as spies.
Halsin: Okay- Thank Silvanus. I was worried you were conscripting them.. From what I've seen in the city itself, life thrives better with less conflict and more equity.
Loki Wren: I AM NOT SENDING MY BABIES TO WAR!!!
Astarion: [sips his drink] Of course not, Darling. Of course not.
Loki Wren: This is why we did not invite Jaheira for our repeated reunions, next thing you know she's ruining everything with her paranoia....
Meanwhile back in Baldur's gate
Jaheira: [holds up a pet rat that has no fur] Who's my little Minsc baby- who's my little baby boy??? Yes you are. You are. [scritches the rat]
Rion: Ugh.. Jord: :(
#bg3#bg3 tav#jaheira#minsc#astarion#ascended astarion#gale of waterdeep#tav#karlach#shadowheart#minthara#wyll#wyll ravengard#lae'zel
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I know the contents of Raph’s diary have been discussed but have you touched on how it takes literally no skill to pickpocket his journals off of him? I mean it’s maybe the only 0 skill check I’ve seen in the game. He wants us to know everything I swear it. Also if you pickpocket him he doesn’t turn around and call it out like other vendors do.
The Devil You Know
I didn’t know that but that is super interesting and it’s going to prompt me to yap about something I’ve been thinking about a lot. This man is so damn upfront about everything. His line “What’s better than a devil you don’t know? A devil you do” is literally his whole character. He doesn’t make a fuss about us pickpocketing him and that doesn’t surprise me. The scrying orb in at the Devil’s Fee where the narrator comments if Raphael can see us? He can. He literally lets us see him by intentionally failing a wisdom check.
I’m convinced that Raphael knows exactly what he is up against from the very beginning: The Emperor. Raphael plans ahead. He plans so far ahead that I’ll argue he already knows that his competition will be the Emperor and what he offers. Raph knows about it before we even do and there are a couple of clues to it. One is in Last Light Inn where he says:
“And yet, I have this picture in my head of you tossing and turning in the middle of the night…thinking strange things, dreaming strange dreams…and there’s this little voice inside of you asking ‘Is this my will? Or is it the worm’s?’. But you have no answer and no way of knowing. The good thing is though, there’s only one little voice you really should be listening to: mine.”
He’s not talking about the Urge because I am 90% sure that Tav’s get this dialogue too. He is talking about the Emperor (which we are still unaware of at this point). He is also already grooming us to not trust that ‘little voice’, especially with the way he mentions if this is ‘your will or the worm’s’ and the way he says: ‘you have no answer and no way of knowing’. He’s basically saying that the voice is keeping us in the dark on purpose and alluding that it might be making us do things against our will.
Again, with the line: ‘What’s better than a devil you don’t know? A devil you do.’. Raphael knows he’s up against the Emperor, and he knows that since the Emperor is a mindflayer, there is no way in the Nine Hells that he will be upfront with us from the beginning. Raphael plays his cards completely opposite in response to this.
Raph does not fuck around in the least. It’s ‘Hi, welcome to my house in Avernus, oh yeah btw I’m a devil *poof*’. He is upfront from the very beginning. Does Raphael also manipulate us? Oh for sure, but it’s nothing that you can’t technically figure out if you are a bit perceptive and he’s even upfront about that.
I’ve talked about the lanceboard scene before. If you let Mol win, he says to us: ‘She won. She has a taste for it now. She’ll be the one who comes to me.’. If she loses, he’ll point out that she is lost, and her desperation will lead her back to him anyway. He literally explains how his deals work. Raphael then does the exact same thing to us by giving us an easy deal (that he overhypes a lot) with killing Yurgir. By dealing with him successfully once, we’ve ‘won’ and we’ll be more inclined to go to him again. If we don’t fulfill his deal, he knows that desperation might make us return to him anyway.
That man does not fuck around. The cards are on the table. I know that some of these things, like the pick-pocketing thing might also be due to storytelling, but even from a narrative point of view, he's very much presented as 'the devil you know' and I find that super interesting.
(Thank you for the ask <3)
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You mentioned once being gifted with a Jade/green stone from the land, how has that been working for you? Have the spirits gifted you with anything else since or made any other bold moves you're grateful for?
I've kept that stone ever since, though I no longer live in the city where I found it. I might use it to craft a talisman if the need ever arises, but... so far I've not had a cause to.
I did also receive a holey stone from the river that city was named after, and had some interesting results meditating and scrying with it. One time, I asked to meet a beneficial spirit using the stone as a focus, and saw a vision of an elf-like being. Not the 'beautiful' kind such as from Lord of the Rings, though. Their appearance was a lot more fierce and wild. They had long black hair, claw-like nails, silvery eyes with no pupils, but they were smartly dressed in dark blue Georgian era suit. I felt that the spirit was cunning and had an air of aristocracy. Rather fae-like, if you will.
I later asked Ksitigarbha about it, and as far as I could gather, I had met a spirit, but my impression of their appearance was inaccurate because my spirit senses weren't very good (when one's clairvoyance is weak, one's mind will conjure images that are more familiar to the imagination). If I had gone ahead with further contact, the spirit could be helpful in removing stagnancy, thought they might do so in turbulent ways. I'm not sure I would have wanted to work with such a spirit anyway.
This was almost 2 years ago and nothing really came of it, and I've since moved away.
I do think I am exceptionally lucky, as in, circumstances tend to unfold in my favour. Good things come to me when I need them, and bad things, while they do still happen, don't stick around for very long. I've no idea if that's the work of spirits or not. I honestly do not have the skill to passively perceive them. Unless I am actively scrying and succeed in doing so, I don't know what they're up to.
There is a rather memorable night in September that I am grateful for. I was having an especially bad night of not being to sleep. Night starts, bad dreams, and a distinct feeling that something was entering my chest and blooming into a tingling sensation. It gave me so much anxiety that I couldn't sleep.
At the time, I was a few months into my training in Jason Miller's Sorcery of Hekate, so after tossing and turning in bed until 3am, I got up and recited Hekate's mantra. I had a vision of the goddess pointing her dagger at my heart (or at whatever was troubling me), and the anxiety dissipated until it was almost gone. Then I said a quick banishing incantation and went back to sleep without any problems.
It gave me a great deal of confidence in Hekate as I wasn't expecting her response to be so swift, and so early on in our relationship.
Thanks for the question!
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whats your opinion on that marketing scheme?
oh my god hi thank you so much for asking. how did you know i spent the afternoon linkedin stalking cw executives instead of doing real work. first let me preface this with a warning and a caveat. warning: you are probably not going to like the conclusion i am about to draw about the possibility of an imminent supernatural reboot. also i'm about to talk about business so much. caveat: while i work alongside marketing and business strategists, i am technically neither of those things. so everything i'm about to say is basically tarot card reading by someone who is more than amateur but less than a professional.
to understand what i am seeing here first we must rewind to 2022 when nexstar media group acquired a majority stake in the cw network. yeah no i know i'm sorry but reading about this was my first clue that made me feel confident in what i was smelling. so the cw has been operating at a loss for [checks notes] i don't actually have notes on that. anyway right before the acquisition cw canceled a bunch of original programming or announced final seasons and then nexstar swoops in and basically throws a bomb into the cw's business strategies because they want this network to be profitable, right? of course they do that's the business way. maximize stakeholder profit baby.
so in the last few years the cw has gone through a major rebrand (the orange logo, we love her, we hate her) and has shifted its programming strategy from majority scripted shows to primarily unscripted and sports. SPORTS. notable to me that 5 out of 9 of cw's press releases this quarter were about their sports programming. the boilerplate (bit that describes the company at the bottom) they're using on releases is also really sports-heavy, even on releases about scripted programming.
this is a really hard push in a new direction for a network i primarily associate with middling tv shows beloved by america's weirdest teens. but they are clearly trying to push programming that has both a broader appeal and is cheaper to produce. nexstar said as much when they acquired the network. they've reduced programming costs by 52% since the acquisition so i guess it's working. also they don't work with WB studios as much as they used to.
okay i can hear you telling me to get to the fucking point. my bad. so we've established that nexstar is essentially shifting the cw's brand identity in order to help the network turn a profit. they're doing a lot of this by employing cheaper programming models like unscripted and sports. you know what else is a cheap programming model and also has the ability to make $$$? syndicated content. which is what supernatural is. the cw can license reruns of the show out to netflix and tnt and wherever else. and i don't know this for sure but just even a cursory understanding of paid media tells me that if there is higher interest/viewership in a program, then the cw can likely charge more money for syndicating it to other networks and set higher costs for advertisers who want to run ads during reruns on the cw itself.
all of this to say. my cynical opinion is that the revival of the youtube channel, the more active presence on instagram, etc., is indicative of a strategy by marketing to leverage the show's existing, highly devoted fanbase to increase engagement around the show and drive higher profits from syndication. even more casual viewers may hear rumors of a season 16 and be intrigued enough to finish or watch the show again.
given ... all of this. yeah. my professional opinion is basically "there's not going to be a reboot you stupid slut." but also i don't believe this 100% and again my professional opinion doesn't actually have much weight i'm just scrying essentially. cw prove me wrong challenge. thank you for coming to my presentation
#i could have spent two more hours researching but i have already driven up the web traffic on cw's pr website by probably 300%#ask#anonymous#h.txt
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Thank you so much for the tarot reading you did for me a little while back 💜 i'm sorry it's taken me so long to say that! i do rather think you have prophetic gifts, by the way- it was spookily accurate and helped me a lot 🔮
No problem! I'm glad it was helpful to you!
I do tend to get at least one message like this every time I do a tarot night for my followers, and like... you are totally entitled to that belief! What do I know about psychic phenomena and prophecy anyway? lmao. Maybe I am psychic.
But personally, I believe that tarot has a high likelihood of speaking to us no matter what, if just because the archetypal nature of the cards means that they're dealing with problems that we all struggle with. We all have self-doubt, we all have complicated relationships with money, we all crave love of some kind. We all have trauma in our past and we all want to believe that this time, things could be okay.
One of the reasons I like tarot cards is because they are inanimate objects that we imbue with meaning. They were just playing cards, y'know? We're the ones that gave them power over us, and we did that by filling them with our own stories. We placed a mirror in those cards, and while mirrors can be used for scrying, they can also just be used to take a good hard look at ourselves.
If I say "oh, you've had money troubles in the past," who doesn't that apply to? Maybe I'm thinking about me, when we were homeless for a while when I was a kid. Maybe someone else is thinking about the money they lost to gambling last week. Maybe someone else, someone wildly wealthy, is thinking about a stock market crash that brought their five mansions down to two. Maybe a final person has just never had quite enough to make ends meet. God knows that describes a lot of people.
I like tarot because we can all look at the same spread and see something different. I see a story to tell to the best of my ability, and that's how I do readings. But for the people getting those readings, they're often looking into little mirrors and seeing how they reflect their own personal experiences.
Because, you know, we all see different things in the same mirror! That's how tarot works, I think. Maybe some people are a little better at reading things in that mirror and interpreting what they see there, but we all see something new and different and deeply, deeply personal when we look at those cards.
Love that for us.
#that's what I eventually ended up studying in college btw#the way people construct personalized belief systems and vernacular religion#I got into religious studies to make sense of the world after I got out of an abusive religious background#and people always ask me what religion I am now#and I always say... y'know... I don't know what I believe#I don't know if magic exists or ESP or the supernatural or any number of deities#I don't know if I fully believe anything anymore#but I do believe in the power of stories#how we tell them and why we tell them and the parts of us that we mix into them to bolster their power#stories can ease a broken heart or they can be used to launch a war#they can create a belief system or tear one apart#we tell stories to make meaning out of the senselessness around us but we use them to CREATE meaning too#and sometimes the meaning that we create can last for centuries#they can make a little pack of playing cards into something that I was forbidden to touch when I was a child#that I was too scared to even be in the room with until I was in college#and the stories I tell myself instead can reframe those cards as something lovely I can collect#that help me make sense of the world in all kinds of ways#by helping me understand the emotions at the root of our experiences#and the stories we tell to give voice to them#and make them material; a thing we can finally touch#idk I'm rambling a bit but! those are my thoughts on the matter!!#replies#tarot#tarot shenanigans
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