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Home is Where the Heart is-Curt/Ken

Chapter One

What’s Waited Till Tomorrow Starts Tonight au

dedicated to my pooki and co creator @mangokittokatsu

Summary: It’s been over a year and a half since Curt and Ken last spoke. It’s been nearly one and a half months since Gales last heard from Ken.

WC: 4,851

C/W: heavy themes of domestic violence, bruising, cuts, sexual trauma, and arguing.

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A mid July night with a warm sunset and even clearer sky is something Ken Lemmons wouldn’t ever forget. The night he left. He didn’t know where he was going when he left Denver on his motorcycle. Well, where in Cheyenne he would be going. It was stated clearly by his parents he wasn’t welcome back at their home. Maybe he could go to Gale’s? He’d seen their new home in late April right before they adopted Cordelia. Would he be allowed there? Would Gale be mad at him for not leaving Dominic sooner once he saw his face? He’s the only one Ken could keep contact with, without his now-ex beating him. But he kept it brief, always.

He stood in the Cleven driveway next to his bike debating if he really had made the right choice. It was midnight on a Wednesday, they probably had things to do the next day. Maybe he should just get a hotel room and call Gale tomorrow?

The creaking of the screen door interrupted his thoughts as he whipped his head around to see John with furrowed eyebrows peeking his head out.

“Kenny?” He called out.

“Oh yeah, hey.” Ken flipped his visor up, happy the night sky surely made the black eye and bruises non-visible visible from where John stood on the deck. Gale came up behind John and saw the boy in the driveway. Gale went practically flying down the steps and threw his arms around Ken. He flinches against the grip, the bruises on his ribs wallowing in agony. What was he going to even tell him?

“How have you been? Are you alright?” Gale asked Ken while he took off his helmet. He couldn’t take the compression of it against the bruises and cuts on his face. Gale's face fell harder upon seeing his bruised face, “Kenny…”

His lip began to quiver, the forced smile fading out fast, the tears brimming his eyes. He couldn’t hold it in any longer falling forward back into Gale, “I’m so sorry.”

Gale eyed John on the deck then directing his focus back to the curly haired boy. He began rubbing his back gently just the way he remembered doing in school. “We don’t gotta talk about anything you don’t want to but I think we should go inside and get you cleaned up? Yeah?” He just nodded, holding tight onto Gale's shoulder. He begins to panic just a bit when they get inside and he notices Curts got at least three shoes by the door.

“Why don’t we go get cleaned up in our room?” Gale began leading him towards the steps. He could feel through the leather jacket– that once belonged to Curt –that Ken's body now felt more bony.

“Yeah we finally got time to tile it so you can finally see it!” John tried to lighten the mood a bit, earning a stifle of a laugh from Ken.

“Yep, we finally found a pocket of time last month to do it.” Gale hated lying but the alternative was “Yep, your high school sweetheart is back from overseas but he lost his leg and has been living with us since. So he watched our kid for us so we could finally get it done.”

He could also read the glances John kept shooting him after they would pass something in the house that belonged to Curt. Well, are we going to tell him? Are we going to tell Curt?

“Do you wanna change? I can get you some clothes and put yours in the wash.” He needed a reason to pull John away for a moment.

Ken nodded, taking another try at wiping the dam of flooding tears away, grimacing every time he’d rub too hard at his black eye. He stood silently keeping his gaze averted on the floor while Gale rummaged through their closet.

His spirits got a moment of a fighting chance as Meatball's nails came clicking down the hall and into the bedroom. You could see the age on him, his caramel brown eyes sunken in and a little foggy, the way his hips seemed to stick out, nonetheless he was still Gale's baby.

“Oh look who finally decided to come say hi,” John scruffed the dog behind his ear.

“Hey Meatball,” Ken squatted down, “Yeah, you remember me, old friend?”

Meatball licked Ken's cheek a few times nuzzling his head into him, “Yeah he still gets excited when–”

“Here, I set some clothes in the bathroom for you, a couple different options. Just take some time and let us know when you’re done.” Gale cut John off knowing exactly where his comment was going. “Yeah, he still gets excited whenever Curt comes home expecting you to be with him.”

“Thank you.”

After Ken went into the bathroom and set his clothes outside the door for him he dragged John back downstairs.

“We can’t just not tell him, Buck. Curt is going to be home tomorrow and you know he’s been searching for him.” and yeah John was right, it was pure fucking chance and luck that the VA decided to keep Curt overnight after his appointments today. He didn’t even want to begin to think about the mess that it would’ve been if Curt had been here.

“You’re right, but look at him, John. We haven’t even seen if there's more than just his face. Something obviously has been going on that he didn’t want us to know about.” Gale chucked the small load into the washer, “Curt on the other hand just lost his leg two months ago, we can’t have him going to pick a fight we both know he can’t win.”

“So, we’re not going to tell them? Tomorrow when Curt comes through the door? Then what? We keep them apart from each other in our own goddamn house?”

“Lower your voice, Delia is sleeping.” Gale hissed through gritted teeth.

“Buck, all I'm saying is–”

“No, John, you need to just listen to me.” Gale cut him off, turning on the washer and storming back upstairs.

Ken stared down at his now exposed arms, covered in bruises, noting not all were fresh.

He's used to looking at them and wearing long sleeves all the time.

What's Gale gonna think?

He wrapped his arms around hugging himself. He looked around for a moment, the dual sink vanity with the giant mirror stared back at him. He didn’t even recognize himself when he looked in the mirror. Why did he let it get this bad?

“Kenny?”

“Come in.” his voice pushed out of him with a scrape to his raw throat.

Gale entered the bathroom, his eyebrows growing into a pushed together furrow.

He just wrapped his arms tighter around himself. Maybe he could just disappear into thin air if he concentrated hard enough?

“How was your drive up here?” Gale began bridging the silence between them. Ken watched him move swiftly through the spacey bathroom gathering out the first aid kit and peroxide.

“Not too bad. How’re you and Bucky doing?” He wanted the focus of at least the verbal conversation off of him.

“We’re doing just fine, I graduate in December. I’ve been working at my parents' firm for now, but I want out. I feel like some nepo baby.”

“You’ve been working so hard at this now, you owe all your success to yourself.”

Gale smiled and rubbed his shoulder and let his arm drop back to his side, turning to find the medical supplies.

He should turn around and say that to himself in the mirror.

If he could give Gale an uplifting talk why couldn’t he ever just give one to himself and leave. You’re a coward. It rang through his head over and over again.

The overwhelming dread washed over him again. Why are you running to others for your issues? You really couldn’t handle yourself?

“Can I ask what you’ve been doing for work?” Gale spoke softly, emptying some rubbing alcohol onto a cotton ball.

“Well, I’ve been actually working at a salon since I graduated.” Ken took a deep breath, closing his eyes, trying to ground himself.

“Are you doing nails?”

“Mhm, some, mostly reception work though.”

“This might sting a bit,” Gale forewarned, bringing the cotton ball to his temple. Ken couldn’t describe the overwhelming fear circulating through him like a cornered animal. He flinched away from Gale bringing his hand up in defense.

What're you doing?

“S…sorry.” Ken tripped over his words intertwining his hands in his lap. His heartbeat in his ears as they began to ring.

“No, no, don't be. Is it okay if I?” Ken looked down watching Gale take his hand gently in his.

Ken swallowed hard around the lump beginning to form in his chest all over again.

“Okay,” Gale offered a pitiful smile, his eyes widening a bit almost to show him he wasn’t a threat.

Well, you should know that already.

Ken watched Gale bring their hands up to his cheek, resting his palm against his face. It had been so long but yet it felt familiar, it wasn’t followed by a harsh sting but a soft gentle caress with his thumb. “Is this alright?”

“Yeah.” Ken squeezed his eyes shut feeling the burn of the rubbing alcohol on the small cuts.

You deserve it anyways.

Gale wished he knew what Ken was thinking. He could tell from his upturned furrowed brows and the locked gaze on the floor, it wasn’t just nothing. He wished these weren’t the circumstances of his surprise visit either.

He didn’t know what they were going to do or what the next 24 hours were going to look like. His main concern being to not scare Ken off in fear of him running back to Denver.

He isn’t an idiot, he could tell from the sheer tone of Ken’s voice, during the few calls they’ve had over the past four years,he was under close surveillance.

“Can we open the door?”

“Oh! Yeah, yeah. For sure. Is there anything else I can do to make you more comfortable? Do you want me to get you a chair?”

“No, no. I’m alright. Thank you.”

“Okay, let me know if you want or need anything, okay?” Ken just nodded, Gale knew instantly if he needed anything he wasn’t going to ask for it. He could feel his stomach pitting and aching for him. What had happened to their poor, sweet boy?

Gale wiped the last of the dried blood off of Ken’s brow, finishing cleaning off his face. “Is there, uhm.” He didn’t know how to ask him this, “Is there anywhere else?”

The curly haired boy looked away from him, his Adam's Apple bobbing as he swallowed. He nodded, slowly lifting up his shirt.

Gale closed his eyes for just a moment sucking in a quiet breath seeing the bruises littering Ken’s torso. Ken pulled his shirt all the way off and he couldn’t believe what he was staring at. There were dark red and bruised handprints on his collarbones. Obviously, it wasn’t in an attempt to choke him. But just enough to scare the shit out of the poor boy. Now it was scaring Gale. The way his ribs and each vertebrae were both visible through his skin scared him even more. What the hell happened to him?

“I got the bed all made up in the guest room.” John came into the bathroom, subsequently startling Ken. The boy gripped his shirt to his chest to cover himself.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” John backed out of the bathroom quickly. Ken looked like a deer in headlights, his eyes wide and his nostrils flared. His breathing unsteady and his chest heaving.

“Do you wanna get dressed again?” Gale kept his tone soft and gentle, barely above a whisper. Whatever Ken was feeling it wasn’t natural and it most certainly wasn’t a feeling Ken deserved to feel.

He nodded again but as Gale reached the door speaking up a bit, “There’s, uh, uh, more on my legs.”

“Do you wanna show me?” It then clicked in his head, maybe he should be taking pictures of the bruising and cuts. It was evidence after all, and if Ken ever wanted to press charges…

John pulled Gale out like he could see the cogs in his head turning. “Don’t push it.”

“John, I think we should ask him.” Gale stood by their dresser running his finger over the silver frame. Smiling faces of him and John at their wedding staring back at him like some taunting joke. Curt and Ken next to them with big smiles. The matching maroon tux jackets on everyone.

Was Ken hiding it then too?

After the wedding is when he really started to get flakey. Everyone lost contact with him except him and John. He left without saying goodbye the following day, just leaving them a note in his hotel room.

“We can’t ask him to do that.”

“I see this all the time, some asshole abuses a person for years and gets off Scott free. Just because they don’t have ‘likely evidence.’” Gale air quoted, but he was right. He was coming up on his last year in law school and had seen all the dirty tricks the system pulled on victims.

“Gale,” John's tone had a warning edge to it that almost startled him, he rarely called him that.

“You don’t get it, do you?”

“What do I not get?” John cocked his eyebrows tilting his head, “Hm? Just because I didn’t go to school you think I can’t see how bad this really is?”

“I’m not fighting with you about this, but I expect you to be there for him.” Gale nodded towards the bathroom, his arms crossed his body filling up with anger. His body was already full of mixed emotions, shaking him around and begging him to release it all out. But tonight wouldn’t be about him, neither would tomorrow, or the next day, it’s about Ken until Gale can try and fix this.

He stared at the tiles again wondering what Gale was going to say to him when he came back in. Maybe he finally would just kick him out? Maybe Dominic was right?

“Look at me!” He snapped, grabbing ahold of Ken’s jaw. He could feel his own lip quivering at the tight grab he had him at. He tried blinking away the tears but it just made it worse.

“You don’t get to cry, stop it!” He let go of his jaw then landed a harsh slap to his cheek, “You know why everyone leaves you?”

He held his cheek feeling the small sob escape his throat while he tried wiping away the tears again.

“Answer me when I speak to you!”

Ken cowered back, flinching expecting another hit from him.

“Because you’re the only one who loves me?” He croaked out, bringing his hand away from his cheek. Scared to look at him but too scared to look away from him.

“No. Because I’m the only one who can stand you.”

The words were ringing in his head all over again, maybe he was right?

“Kenny?” The soft voice of Gale brought him back. He looked up seeing Gale standing by the door, his arm stretched out with a hoodie in his hand. “Thought you maybe would want to put this on?”

“Thank you,” he swallowed, taking it from him. Sliding it over his head, there came back the familiar scent of John and Gale. They used to have their own scent but now it just combined into one over the years. The smell of the laundry detergent and Gales' expensive cologne, tinges of the barn and coffee beans.

He felt Gales hands in his as the other got on his knees in front of him.

“Look, you can say no, but if you want or ever want to press charges. I think it would be good to take some photos of your injuries.”

Ken felt his heart begin to pound again, he should, right?

“If you want to wait we can, I just think we would have a better case if we did…”

“Yeah, I’ll do it.” Ken cut him off squeezing Gales hands again. His chest tightening slightly…he didn’t want to have to be all the way naked in front of him looking the way he does.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” he locked eyes with him for just a moment to confirm that he was serious, “Just uh, tell me what to do.” He felt a growing lump in his throat again. He didn’t want to cry again. “Can uh, Bucky come in?”

“Yeah, do you wanna undress and we can come back in?”

He bobbed his head again letting Gale leave the bathroom. He felt so stupid and pathetic like some little kid in trouble.

Silently, John held his hand as Gale began taking the photos. The flash on and he checks every photo for a glare. But Ken could feel his heartbeat returning to his ears whilst the hot tears came back around for another time.

“You’re doing so good, Kenny.” John brought his hand up to his lips placing a warm kiss to his knuckles. One that was delicate and he knew didn’t intend to cause any harm.

His gaze had been locked away from both of the men to the shag pink rug in front of the tub he’s sure John picked out.

He could feel the words Gale wanted to say hanging above all of them like some grim chandelier. He had taken the last picture of the red hand prints on his collarbones.

The rest?

Gale silently handed him back the hoodie he pulled back on and took John’s hand again standing up slowly. He hoped when he woke up later he wouldn’t remember any of this. He untied the drawstring on the sweatpants, hooking his fingers into the waistband of them and the boxers pulling them down.

He felt a rush of cold air wash over him as he couldn’t even think to look at himself. He just squeezed John’s hand and stepped out of them.

The routine began again, John held his hand whilst he now stared at the ceiling with a few cracks in it. Gale spoke softly asking him if it’s okay if he touches him. He knew what his thighs looked like and the embarrassment continued. He probably looked so pathetic right now.

You deserved it anyways. Why do you think your parents never loved you?

He could feel himself shaking, his knees threatening to knock together. He felt John squeeze his hand tighter, he wanted to look to him for reassurance but he couldn’t look. What if they were disgusted with him? What if they also think this is his fault?

“Kenny.” John’s voice rang back into his head as he clicked back into where he was.

He was somewhere safe.

“Hm?”

“We’re done.” Gale's voice was barely above a whisper, he immediately grabbed the boxers and too big sweatpants pulling them back onto himself. He wrapped his arms around himself once more, the three standing in the bathroom with this awkward tension pulling through them.

“Can I sleep on the couch?” His voice was small and he surprised himself just a bit by asking for something. Something he hadn’t been able to do in years.

“Yeah, of course. Why don’t we get you laid down? Bet you’re tired from your ride.” He could tell Gale was bluffing around his words, frankly he was too tired to care. Too tired, too sore, too scared, too paranoid. He left his phone at the apartment, he knew his way home and he didn’t want Dominic finding him.

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Gale waited till Ken had fallen asleep before standing up out of the chair in the living room. John glanced at him but just directed his eyes back down to Ken’s curls.

“Come on Meatball.” Gale whispered, holding open the back door. The husky jumped up and ran out the door, Gale following after him. He sat on a deck chair and looked at his phone.

2 am

It’d be three in Chicago. Maybe it was too early to call Rosie and he should wait till the morning? But this was Ken’s best friend, Rosie had been friends with him longer than anyone else.

He hovered over the keyboard thinking maybe he should just text him. But then he remembered the look in Ken’s eyes. Like a deer caught in headlights of an oncoming truck, the tear stains on his bruised cheeks, and the way he flinched at damn near everything.

He pressed the call button pressing his phone to his ear.

It didn’t take a lot to pull Rosie out of bed, the sound of his phone vibrating against the book on the nightstand brought him awake. He blindly reached for it not even waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness.

In his half awake delirium he knew it must not be good that his phone rang at this hour of the morning.

“‘Ello?” He answered without checking the contact.

“Hey sorry for waking you.”

“Everything alright, Buck?” The redhead sat himself up in bed so he wasn’t talking directly into Bennys ear. He glanced over at Bennys alarm clock, seeing the digital numbers of 3:03.

“Kenny’s back.” His heart dropped, skipped, and flipped all at once before banging right back into his chest, nearly pushing him back against the wood headboard.

“And how’s he doing?” He ran his hand over his mustache praying and begging with the universe for it to not be as bad as he thinks it is. He blindly reached over for Benny feeling his breath hitch in his throat.

“It’s uh…it’s bad, Rosie.”

“How’s Curt?”

“He doesn’t know yet,the VA wanted to keep him overnight. God Rosie, I don’t know what I would’ve done if he would’ve been here. Ken, he uh…he’s got bruises all over, cuts on his eyebrows from that prick's rings.”

“Hm?” Benny murmured quietly feeling Rosie’s nudges.

“He’s gonna be back tomorrow, we don’t know what to do…John’s not talking to me.”

“Hey, Buck everything alright?” Benny sat up next to him resting a hand on his shoulder seeing his chest beating. Slowly, Benny moved his hand down to the middle of Rosie’s back and rubbed some circles into him.

“Kenny’s back.” His voice came out shaky and he pressed himself further into Bennys warm touch.

“Oh. Is he alright..?”

Rosie felt Benny sling his arm around him pulling him closer. The two men’s body heat pressing together, he let Benny take the phone from him.

“Frankly, no. But I’m gonna figure it out.”

Rosie sniffled, turning his head into Bennys neck, this is what he had been worried about all this time.

It started with miniscule little changes, they would talk on the phone for hours everyday. Ken had been so excited telling him about this new guy he had been seeing. Then he stopped calling him as frequently but he understood that. Both of them were full time college students and now he had a new boyfriend. He knew exactly what that was like. Then Gale texted him saying Ken had these weird bruises on his arms and wrists. Asked him if he knew anything about it, but he didn’t.

Then the contact just fizzled and fizzled and this once bubbly, artsy Kenny they all once knew and loved was just different. Last time Rosie heard from him was about six months ago. Ken called and asked him about his new teaching job and they talked for a little bit. But Ken just seemed so…off? His voice sounded like it was hiding behind some kind of fear and he would barely give Rosie any details about his life.

Now he hated that he and Gale were right that one night a month ago when they were talking about him. He felt his stomach ache thinking about the sweetest human he knows being beaten into a pulp of himself. He let out a quiet sob into Benny, balling his hand in the other man’s shirt.

“Shh, hey he’s gonna be okay.” Benny wrapped his free hand around him, pressing a kiss to the top of his head, “Buck, when do you think we should catch a flight out there?”

He needed to see Ken but he knew this might be a very slow process for him and now might not be the best time for visitors.

“I gotta see how things go with Curt tomorrow, do you guys have any ideas on how and if I should tell him? I’m just nervous if we do he’s gonna immediately insist on leaving and missing his appointments.”

Rosie flicked his teary, blue eyes at Bennys for a moment but nothing came to him. They all knew Curt very well and that most definitely would be the case.

“I don’t know, Buck, I think you’re pretty dead on. I’ll text you if we think of anything.” Benny spoke for him just letting him sulk into his T-shirt. He began to weigh the pro’s and con’s of taking a personal day tomorrow.

“Okay, I just wanted to give you guys a call to let you know, I’m sorry for waking you guys up.”

“We appreciate it, Buck.” Rosie spoke through his tears, wiping them away, “Love you.”

“Keep us posted.”

“Love you guys too.”

Benny hung up the phone and handed it back to him. “You gonna be okay, Ro? Do you wanna talk about it?”

“I don’t know, right now, babe.” He wiped his eyes of the tears, “I’m just really shaken up I think. Because no one deserves that, especially Kenny.”

“I couldn’t agree more.”

He laid his head back onto Bennys chest putting his hand over his heart.

“I’m worried about Curt too. He's had a rough couple months with his leg and the VA.”

“I know I’d hate to see this make him completely spiral, either of them really. You should go back to sleep or else you’re gonna drive yourself crazy.” Benny pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“I know, I love you, B.”

“Love you too.”

The anxiety swarmed his brain though, he wanted to speak to him but he knew that he was probably scared himself right now too. Obviously whatever happened tonight had been a big step for him to take.

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“I talked to Sawyer,” Gale knew John didn’t really want to talk to him but they couldn’t just let this go. He leaned against the gate of the stall John was cleaning out, his head bowed down as he raked out the old straw.

“And what did he say?”

“Agreed that we should just let him come home and figure it out from there.” He knew that's not what John wanted to hear, “Look, John I don’t want to be fighting about this.”

“I didn’t know we were fighting?”

“Well you weren’t talkin’ to me, how was I supposed to know what you’re feeling?”

John let out a scoffed laugh, “Bold of you for that one, Gale.”

And yeah, he was right, “I’m sorry.”

“What if this doesn’t go the way we want it to? The past week I’ve been sleeping in Curt's bed because he keeps having episodes.”

“I know.”

“Do you?”

“You don’t think I don’t know how bad it is for him right now too?” Gale now stood in the entrance of the stall staring down John, something didn't change. Like the way John drops his head everytime Gale does this.

He felt his hands getting clammy in the early morning brisk before the sun fully came up from behind the trees.

“I don’t know if you do? They haven’t seen each other in a year and a half, Kens fragile and Curts fragile. If we put them in a room together without telling either we might as well let two bulls loose in a china shop.”

“You said it yourself there's no easy way to do this so I think it’s reasonable we just do it this way.” Gale crosses his arms, his stance firm.

“Well, you’re gonna do it anyway.”

“John,” Gale didn’t know what he was trying to achieve; he knew arguing with him was like arguing with a brick wall. He just held up his hand for him to stop as he silently scooped out the old straw into the wheelbarrow.

“I’m gonna finish cleaning out the stall and turn out the horses, okay?” John shouldered past him and grabbed the handles of the wheelbarrow.

“Okay, are you gonna come in for breakfast?”

“I’ll eat when I’m done.”

Gale just turned on his heels walking out of the barn, he didn’t like leaving fights unfinished like this. But he knew that's what John was used to and this time they both needed time to cool down some more. He just hoped he could reason with John before Curt got home. -

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zorkaya-moved · 1 year ago

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Some thoughts for Zarina's BG3 verse:

Zarina's original name was not 'Zarina' but she no longer remembers her 'child name' nor her 'adult name' that she used with her family. She doesn't want to remember and she doesn't want to be called anything but 'Zarina.' It's a personal choice, a person decision, and a personal approach to life. Her surname changes based on what she likes better with decades. As of meeting Tav, her surname is 'Moonseeker.'

History and she herself says that she's a daughter of an Astral Elf and a High Elf. However, her original eye color was green but it changed to golden after her research into dead gods and after unlocking her potential as a Lunar Sorcerer by studying her lineage that is connected to one of the Moon goddesses - cue her being a Lunar Sorcerer. When she uses her spells, her eyes change to be those of Astral Elves (fully white in her case with a shine to them). There were rumors that she might be the offspring of Sehanine Moonbow. Her true ancestry will be found out to be questionable because Zarina herself doesn't want to know if her mother and father were her true parents or if her twin-brother and her youngest brother were her true blood-related siblings at all. She never learned and never wishes to learn. It remains an unknown mystery until much, much later.

She wears a personally crafted artefact from Astral Plane that keeps her powers and her potential in check - it's a choker with a crescent moon. It's not done because her powers will hurt others (like Gale's condition), but to keep her 'humble' in terms of her potential. She admits that upon understanding her potential in the Astral Plane, she found it hard to accept. In Act 3, Tav and Co. will learn that it's due to her potential and her prophecy of possibly becoming a deity herself. Basically, she is concerned about becoming a deity if she continues to expand her magical potential; thus, she keeps relying on charisma/persuasion/deception during their travels.

It can be known that before her losses and before her arrival to Faerun, Zarina was a more... tolerable and a bit 'kinder' person. At least, being more on the neutral positive side (she was far more of a true neutral person). Her family kept her ambition in check and kept her far more present as a better spirited person. After losing them and losing everything, Zarina changed drastically compared to her Astral Plane days and has never looked back. Currently, she aches power and aches for resilience and challenge.

Tav may connect with Zarina's memories via tadpole in Act 2, but she will react very, very violently because those memories will touch on her brothers she lost and the moment she lost everything. Because of that, Tav will be basically tossed across the camp in front of everyone and Zarina will not be present in the camp during that night. After the long rest ends, she returns and the camp companions (specifically, those in your team minus Zarina) will be commenting on what the hell happened and Zarina will reluctantly apologize for her outburst but refuse to speak of those memories until she feels comfortable.

(UP TO DEBATE UNTIL MORE KNOWLEDGE IS ESTABLISHED VIA GAMING) I'm thinking about how Zarina was probably fighting against Cazador in ownership over Baldur's Gate in terms of criminal activity for a couple of decades. Astarion might've been sent out to get one of nobles who was closely associated with Zarina and who could lead Cazador's minions to her but instead Cazador found another way to hunt her down, but due to mind flayers' abduction, Zarina is now believed to be dead at the hands of Cazador's minions. Her quest will be connected to her returning and getting her 'rightful' place back. It may also be connected to Lord Gortash, but this part will be dependent on how I play the game and learn everything.

#i'm thinking how to explain her potential #so for now im leaving everything vague but give the fact that i connect her og lore with fantasy lore based on my study of the wiki :)#hehe. but yeah #i'm keeping zarina's conflict of extreme power vs her deesire to remain 'normal'#but still seeking potential of hers WITHOUT those powers #and her wishing to remain kinda 'mortal' (not a 'god')#also thinking how she changed drastically #❅ 𝐕. BALDUR'S GATE 3 ⤻ let the lullaby of the frigid moon ensure your delivery to death's embrace. ❞

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dwarfsized · 1 year ago

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Spicy/savoury/sweet: [my standard joke that being a poly nonbinary bisexual means i dont have to chose between things] im only willing to eliminate savory from the running, i refuse to choose between spicy and sweet.

Relationship status: single

Current obsession: that damn vampire. you've seen my blog. the obsession simmering BELOW that one is the locked tomb which i am also not normal about but until alecto the ninth comes out i can pretend. tamsyn muir when will my wife (gideon nav) come back from the war

Last thing you googled: "wizard spells missing in bg3" which. god. is actually a little misleading i was trying to figure out why my friend's gale wasnt landing any hits with his spells.

I talk to so few people but! i will tag @emilyvstheuniverse and @septemberskye if anyone else wants to do this have at it and tag me so i can see it!

#tag game #i loveeee doing these thank you aevallare <3

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lordofthestrix · 1 year ago

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Tristora in a dead poets society verse

First of all I'm going to follow in your footsteps with TSH and say that they are twins in this verse. Additionally, I'm going to take another executive decision and change Welton Academy into a co-ed boarding school. Perhaps theirs is the first year that admits girls in the institution? I could play with the local public school like the movie did but that would mean Aurora and Tristan only get to see each other a couple of times per week at maximum and no one should have to deal with either of them under those conditions. Who asks the other on dates: It is one of the unanswered mysteries of the universe the other students sometimes ponder. No one has ever heard them making plans or talking about schedules and yet they never fail to be in the right spot to wait for the other when they don't share a class. They are unusual in that they arrive at the meetings in the cave together and they leave together. Their time alone and what exactly they do is a bit of an inscrutable mystery for the rest of the student body. Who is the bigger cuddler: Aurora. An attentive witness would have realized that Tristan has never once in his life complained. Who initiates holding hands more often: Aurora. And they are preternaturally good at sneaking off the school buildings and into the woods at night for the meetings of the club while holding hands. Who remembers anniversaries: Tristan could probably tell you all the dates when Aurora read a poem she wrote herself. Who is more possessive: Tristan. Although they are both champions of the craft. Who gets more jealous: Aurora. Although they are both champions of the craft. Who is more protective: Read the next point. Who is more likely to cheat: I imagine Aurora is more likely to cheat on an exam. Tristan is more likely to turn ferociously protective of her if she gets caught and invite himself into Gale Nolan's office to passionately play her lawyer (with the prototype version of "the look" included) even when they don't have a leg to stand on. Who initiates sexy times the most: I sincerely can't decide. I suspect it is probably a tie. Who dislikes PDA the most: Various Welton authorities. Who kills the spider: Not a fair question for Aurora. This time the spider was an imposing tarantula of uncertain danger that seemed to specifically target her in the middle of the night. The whole double incident of sneaking in the boys' dorms for Tristan and then sneaking him back into hers was pretty justified. Aurora is the owner of an impressive arachnid-conqueror record in this meme but in this instance she doesn't kill the spider. Tristan takes it out of the dorm without killing it. Who asks the the other to marry them: That wasn't what happened. It is true that there was one evening when Tristan invited her into their own private meeting of the club, if you wish to call it that. And it is equally true that they both seem to have some kind of locket since that night. But the rest are just rumors. Who buys the other flowers or gifts: Remember how Tristan keeps the dates of Aurora's poems? He buys her trinkets and various gifts that reference each work one week after she shared them. Aurora probably has a collection of small and not so small treasures alluding to her writings. Who would bring up possibly having kids: I will concede it to this meme: It is admirably stubborn. Who is more nervous to meet the parents: Aurora on a regular basis. Tristan when it is time to confront his obligatory character arc. Who sleeps on the couch when the other is angry: Different buildings. Who tries to make up first after arguments: They are still figuring it out at this point. Who tells the other they love them more often: I would say they both know that with firm certainty. It arrives to crown special occasions. And there is a myriad of small ways in which the sentiment is expressed every day.

#Ladamedemartel #O Captain! My Captain!

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scaryghcsts · 1 year ago

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(CHRISTINA RICCI + CIS WOMAN + SHE / HER ) ⸻ meet IVY ABERNATHY. the crime novelist / investigative reporter at glen ellen news station is glen ellen's very own BLABBER MOUTH, who has been in town for thirteen years. and while they are only forty two, they can be very PRESUMPTUOUS but if their friends mentioned them, you'd think they were more SERIOUS. in a town where everyone knows everyone, it's hard to keep a secret, but i think the killer knows that [ REDACTED ], and it's bound to get out sometime soon.

basics:

traits: aspiring, nosy, stubborn, motivated, organized, efficient, dramatic, fierce, healthy, logical, meddlesome, principled, paranoid, zealous, intense.

relationship status: divorced.

sexuality: heterosexual

religion: semi-practicing christian

date of birth: april 10th

zodiac sign: an aries

skills & hobbies: snooping, writing, crafting, christmas (all holidays, really), soccer, spending time with family && friends, being on camera, gossiping, fancy dinners out, sex on the beach martinis, dogs, community theater.

dislikes & fears: {redacted}... but include passive people, her children failing, her secrets being found out, and losing her job.

quirks: cannot (or won't) keep a secret, never apologies seriously, struggles to say ' i love you ', never slows down for even a second.

residence: four bedroom home in a pretty nice area of town, probably in a smaller housing complex of similiar, boring tan & white homes, fence in the backyard. the dogs have their own bedroom to themselves.

pets: two large dogs that she treats as kindly as she does her children.

family: sisters (2), children (2) - in their teens, parents deceased.

inspirations: gale weathers, rita skeeter, allison hendrix

backstory:

born & raised in small town wisconsin, total snooze fest, and she always struggled to make friends on the boring block in boring, usa. her words. she turned to books, both reading && writing, to pass the time, and found love in all things mystery.

she also craved attention, staring in every single production she could. as soon as she was able, she moved away to new york city, where she met the man who would later become her husband. among her many dreams in the city were to either become a model, an actress, get hired to a beauty company, or start her own production business. none of this worked out, and after struggling for two years in the city, she decided to accept her parents offer to attend college instead of barely making it. they paid her way through her journalism degree, but only if she minored in business.

college was a bore and it zapped a lot of her love for life, and she struggled with stress for the duration of it. as soon as she graduated, she was wed again, and whisked off along with her husband for his work until they established themselves, eventually, a couple of years later in glen ellen 13 years ago.

she has two teenage children, 14 and 17 respectively.

she divorced her husband only a couple of years into living in glen ellen - she caught him cheating, and she left, with little drama. they co-parent well. the marriage had died long before his infidelity, anyway, and honestly, ivy wasn't the most attentive wife...

somewhere in all of the hustle && bustle of life, ivy lost her enthusiasm, and struggles to relax, always so tense.

she has published three books in the last decade, the latter of them being in the last 5 years alone, and she is working currently on her 4th. all are original crime novels... so she claims...

wanted connections:

to be added too...

ex husband (44-49 years old)

fellow pta parents/neighborhood parents

co-workers at the news station

informants

gossipy, judgey gal pals that get brunch every sunday

a fan of her books

fellow community theater nerds

book club??

#bludsintro #. {{ IVY ABERNATHY. introduction. }}

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arachnethebard · 1 year ago

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Ok I'm sorry I'm going to make this about My Beef With Some Reilgious Doctrine™️, but its a good lens to compare it to.

Basic Christianity Example: You are born Bad and you will be punished. Whether the spiritual crime you are guilty of is actual torture and murder, consensual sex outside of marriage, shoplifting essentials from Walmart, or your parents not raising you in the right religious mixtape. Why is there an infinite punishment for a finite "crime" ?

Even if you hate Gale--think hes annoying, addicted to magic, infodumps too long, whatever--even if thats the case, why do these finite "crimes" deserve an infinite punishment? You ate Komira's Locket of Dancing Lights and so now you must die. You enthused too hard about magic so now you die. You slept with your boss, the goddess of magic, and it went bad, and you tried to fix it and made it worse, and so now you must die.

It's not even narratively satisfying. If you hate Gale and want him to have the worst ending, pick the one where he goes Absolute and then have his former friends have to put him down. In that ending he has learned nothing and just Gets Worse ™️. That's at least some spiritual crime level shit. That's the sort of thing that you can't come back from.

And I'm trying really hard to empathize with Chrystal Ding and the rest here and see their perspective but all I can fathom is "who is the toxic ex you had that you see in Gale? Who hurt you and who are you still being hurt by?"

Idk who needs to hear this, other than Ding and co probably, but healing is what happens when you stop wanting a do over.

And idk who else needs to hear this, but you don't deserve an infinite punishment (suicide,Hell, Non-existence, whatever) for a finite "crime" (fucking up your marriage, annoying your friends, just being a fucking human being). You deserve to live.

ngl but describing the character who is just now coming out of depression & a self-imposed isolation because he was afraid to put people in danger and is now, despite the terrible circumstances, just happy to reconnect meaningfully with other people again and would quite literally die for them if it meant they got a chance to live their lives because he feels he made the worst mistake out of all them & thinks he's been careless in the past as the "guy who annoys everyone" and his death as the "right" ending, as "giving back" "to the world" for giving him a fucking amulet of dancing lights and having to make up for being perceived by you as "annoying" when he's autistic-coded for a lot of people, is... Disheartening to say the least.

#gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #baldurs gate #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #fandom discourse #suicide is not the answer #bg3 critical #gale did pleanty wrong but he shouldnt have to die for it

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samsalami66 · 7 months ago

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Never done this before, but have some rambles about a recent Sandman/Baldur's Gate 3 crossover idea of mine!

Naturally, there are some minor bg3 spoilers following, proceed with caution!

Currently my idea is that as the nautiloid crashes through realms, it also crashes through Earth and snatches up a few people . It's not many, they're gone almost as soon as they appear, and Hob is between one of those very few, probably on his way back from a medieval re-enactment. He gets tadpoled and crashes with the rest of the group in Faerûn. Decides to tag along, not necessarily because he's worried, his husband is an Endless after all, and even if their connection seems to have been temporarily cut off by the tadpole, Dream will find him sooner or later and fix this, somehow. He has a lot of faith in his husband.

Anyway, having a fighter in the group who can't die and has been on the battlefield more times than he could count might be helpful to these people.... and they all seem to need an open ear, someone with a bit more experience to talk to. It's also nice to talk to some Immortal and near Immortal people for once!

Anyway, when the dream guardian comes, Hob can't help but snort. Trying to disguise himself as a dream? In front of the King Consort of the Dreaming? Hob was a Good Consort, he prided himself with knowing all currently active Dreams.

This was not one of them.

A real dream would also recognise him as their ruler. So, who is this person who looks just a bit too much like his husband....? (What a terrible disguise anyway, no dream would dare to take on their creators form, not in front of HIM)

He's mighty distrustful of the Dream Guardian and his intentions, tries to find out just what sort of war is being fought in this other plane.

And when he finds Orpheus (and he's just a bit taken aback by the name, by the fact that he could save someone with this name, even if it isn't the Orpheus he wants to save) he swears to free him, fuck the Dream Guardian and his talk about doom and gloom.

In the end, Hob takes care of his new friends, be it in fights or whenever they need someone to listen.

He bumps shoulders with Mizora and Elminster, later Mystra, holds up Cazador so Astarion has a better angle with his dagger, points out Vlaakith's and Shar's bullshit and pisses off the Dead three (hopefully Death won't be too cross with him for that, but he can't imagine his sister in law is particularly fond of these guys.)

Aware of his connection to the Endless Gods cower before him, much to the surprise of his companions. Even their relentless friend and resident undead Withers seems to take a step back whenever Hob approaches.

And when Hob and the others finally slay their final foe and are freed of the tadpole, it only takes moment for Dream to follow their bond and start fussing over Hob, who he had believed to have been captured.

And as I am a weird person in general and my first thought at 3am was to start a new Baldur's Gate run with Hob as my Tav and Dream as my Dream Guardian...

Hob is a Fighter and due to his extensive knowledge with the blade I have decided to make him a Battlemaster Fighter. His background is quite obviously that of a soldier, his skills as a mercenary being what he uses in battle here. Some details are the moon-earrings, which were a gift from Dream, and a fading neck tattoo of a rose that he got shortly after the flopped 1989 meeting.

Dream on the other hand is just your resident edgy twink, earrings also a gift from Hob!

#the sandman #dreamling #hob gadling #dream of the endless #salamiwrites #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate au #crossover #fanfic #hob gets yeeted to faerun #dream is not as amused as he is #BAMF Hob Gadling #Hob being the Designated Dad #Co-parenting with Gale probably #Gods fear this mortal #Hob spiting Gods for his new children

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tcm · 4 years ago

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The Golden Boy, John Garfield By Susan King

Stanley Kowalski in Tennessee Williams’ A Streetcar Named Desire was Marlon Brando’s signature role. It made the then 23-year-old Brando an overnight Broadway sensation in 1947, and he electrified movie audiences and earned his first Oscar nomination for the classic 1951 film version. But he wasn’t the first choice to play Blanche’s earthy brother-in-law. Producer Irene Selznick had her eyes on Hollywood star John Garfield, who frequently took time out from movies to return to the Great White Way for limited runs.

In fact, writer John Lahr reported in 2014 that on July 19, 1947, Selznick drew up a contract for the 34-year-old actor, “one of the few sexy Hollywood stars with a proletarian pedigree. The Selznick office leaked the big news to the press. The contract was never signed. On August 18 the deal with Garfield collapsed.”

One of the reasons bandied about was that Garfield turned down the role because the contract would have kept him away from Hollywood for too long. Though Brando is considered the performer who ushered in the more naturalistic style of acting (known as “the Method”) both on stage and in film, truth be told it was Garfield who was the catalyst for Brando, as well as Montgomery Clift, Paul Newman, James Dean and Steve McQueen.

Just look at Garfield’s first feature film, FOUR DAUGHTERS (’38). Directed by Michael Curtiz, the cast includes Lane sisters Lola, Rosemary and Priscilla, in addition to Gale Page as the four musically inclined daughters of a widower music professor (Claude Rains). Enter handsome boy-next-door Jeffrey Lynn as a budding composer named Felix who endears himself with all the daughters, especially peppy Ann (Priscilla Lane).

The household is put in an uproar with the arrival of Garfield’s Mickey Borden, the original rebel anti-hero. Unkempt, slovenly and possessing a massive chip on his shoulder, Mickey is an orchestrator who has arrived at the house to work with Felix. You can’t keep your eyes off him especially in this early monologue where he explains his anger to Ann:

“They’ve been at me now nearly a quarter of a century. No let-up. First, they said, ‘Let him do without parents. He’ll get along.’ Then they decided, ‘He doesn’t need education. That’s for sissies.’ Then right at the beginning, they tossed a coin, ‘Heads he’s poor, tail’s he’s rich.’ So, they tossed a coin…with two heads. Then for the finale, they got together on talent. ‘Sure, they said, let him have talent. Not enough to let him do anything on this own, anything good or great Just enough to let him help people. It’s all he deserves.’”

There was a sexuality and eroticism to Garfield’s performance that was 180 degrees different from Lynn’s durable and safe leading man. He was so natural; it was almost like someone found Garfield walking down the street in the Bronx and asked him to star in the movie. “He was the prototypical Depression rebellion youth,” actor Norman Lloyd told me about Garfield for the L.A. Times in 2003. They first met in 1937 and worked together on Garfield’s final film HE RAN ALL THE WAY (’51).

“He combined all of these elements of darkness and rebelliousness with the charm and the poignancy and he became the prototypical actor of that time. He never changed as a person. He remained just as a wonderful guy. He was a man of great charm, a good fellow, very likable.”

There was a lot of Mickey in Garfield, who was born Jacob Julius Garfinkle in 1913 on the Lower East Side of New York to poor Russian immigrants. Julie, as he was called, had a rough and tumble upbringing. His mother died when he was seven. “He hated his father,” his daughter Julie Garfield noted in 2003. “His father was awful to him. He was torn away from his brother.” In fact, Garfield once said that if he hadn’t become an actor, he would have been “Public Enemy No. 1.”

Unlike Mickey, the fates and destiny were looking after him. First, it was educator Angelo Patri, who became a surrogate dad to Julie at P.S. 45, a high school for troubled students. With Patri’s encouragement, he joined the debate team where he discovered he had a gift for acting. That was further nurtured when he received a scholarship to Maria Ouspenskaya’s acting school. He was all of 18 when he made his Broadway debut in 1932 in Lost Boy and became the youngest member of the progressive and influential Group Theatre, appearing in Clifford Odets’ early masterpieces Waiting for Lefty and Awake and Sing.

Odets wrote the play Golden Boy for Garfield in 1937, but director Harold Clurman decided to give the lead role of boxer Joe Bonaparte to Luther Adler and cast Garfield in a minor role. His unhappiness with Clurman’s decision pushed Garfield into signing a contract with Warner Bros. And FOUR DAUGHTERS made him an overnight sensation. He earned a Supporting Actor Oscar nomination, but lost to Walter Brennan who picked up his second Academy Award in that category for Kentucky (‘38).

The following year, Garfield, Rains, the Lane siblings, Page and Curtiz reunited for DAUGHTERS COURAGEOUS, in which the actors played different characters from the prior film. It was probably the best film Garfield made that year. But Warner Brothers put him in a lot of movies that were unworthy of his talent including BLACKWELL’S ISLAND (’39) where he was typecast as a gangster. He made some good movies in 1941, including THE SEA WOLF, which also starred Edward G. Robinson and Ida Lupino and reunited him with Curtiz, and also Anatole Litvak’s atmospheric noir OUT OF THE FOG also with Lupino.

Because he suffered heart damage from scarlet fever, Garfield couldn’t serve during World War II. But he entertained the troops on USO tours and opened the famous Hollywood Canteen with Bette Davis so the troops could be entertained and be served by some of Hollywood’s biggest stars. Both Davis and Garfield appeared as themselves in the hit 1944 film HOLLYWOOD CANTEEN. Garfield also fought the global conflict on screen, giving one of his strongest and grittiest performances in PRIDE OF THE MARINES (’45), a poignant drama based on the life Al Schmid who was blinded by a grenade during the Battle of Guadalcanal. He returns home to his wife (Eleanor Powell) a bitter, doubting man who has a difficult time trying to deal with his new life.

The year 1946 saw the release of two of Garfield’s most enjoyable films HUMORESQUE and THE POSTMAN ALWAYS RINGS TWICE. HUMORESQUE was his last film under his Warner Bros. contract. It’s a delicious melodramatic wallow with Garfield playing a poor New York kid who becomes a famous concert violinist. Joan Crawford, coming off her Oscar-winning triumph in Mildred Pierce (’45), plays a wealthy patroness who sets her sights on Garfield. Garfield went to MGM for POSTMAN, which was based on James M. Cain’s best-selling thriller. Garfield turns up the heat with Lana Turner as illicit lovers who brutally murder her husband only to turn on each other when they are caught.

The actor teamed up with Bob Roberts to form an independent production company, Enterprise Productions, and their first feature was the boxing classic BODY AND SOUL (’47), for which he earned his second Oscar nomination as Charley Davis, a boxer who loses his way when he gets involved with an unscrupulous promoter. Not only does he have a strong chemistry with leading lady Lilli Palmer, but also African American actor Canada Lee as Ben, a boxer with brain damage. And Garfield gets to utter one of his greatest lines in BODY AND SOUL: “What are you going to do? Kill me? Everybody dies.”

Though his next Enterprise production wasn’t a hit, FORCE OF EVIL (’48), co-written and directed by Abraham Polonsky, is a terrific film noir with a hard-hitting Garfield as a corrupt attorney trying to save his numbers-racket brother (Thomas Gomez) from his gangster boss. Garfield returned to Warner Bros. and Curtiz in 1950 for THE BREAKING POINT, which was based on Hemingway’s 1937 novel, To Have and Have Not. It’s an outstanding film noir with a superb performance from Garfield as well as from Black actor Juano Hernandez who plays his partner on the fishing boat.

THE BREAKING POINT was Garfield’s penultimate film and was not a hit because The Blacklist was engulfing Hollywood and the actor, despite the fact he wasn’t a Communist. His film career was over in 1951 when he refused to cooperate with HUAC at his hearing. Before his death of a heart attack in 1952 at the age of 39, Garfield did appear in a short-lived Broadway revival of Golden Boy, which also starred Lee J. Cobb, a young Jack Klugman and Joseph Wiseman.

Though she was only 6 ½ when he died, Julie Garfield recalls seeing her father on stage in Golden Boy where he introduced her during the curtain call. “When he smiled at you it was like being in the sun,” she noted. “He was funny and sometimes he would like to dance and kick up his legs. I remember him adoring me. He used to take me to the merry-go-round a lot in New York. He was so strong, so handsome and he loved to kid me. He would give me this mischievous smile. I wish I remembered more about him…”

#John Garfield #Method Acting #Marlon Brando #Golden Boy #theatre acting #The Sea Wolf #Body and Soul #Four Daughters #Susan King #TCM #Turner Classic Movies #Huac #blacklist

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mam-te-moc · 4 years ago

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What I learned from Dangerous Secrets

Warning: while I focus on franchise and not on plot, obviously there will be spoilers.

Northuldra

* Unfortunately there is very little info about Northuldra. The book confirms what we more or less know from the movie: Northuldra consist of many independent groups with similar way of living, egalitarian, with a council of elders as informal leaders, peaceful. They don't have magic, but use help of spirits in a daily life.

* Yelana (this is how her name is written in the book) is mentioned as a person who knows Iduna, but it's never said exactly what kind of relation is between these two. Most likely Yelana is kind of a mentor to young Iduna

*Iduna is not related to the tribe she lives with. When she was five years old her own group was annihilated by unspecified invaders, with her as only survivor, found and adopted by another Northuldra group she is with until the battle of the dam.

*Iduna's shawl was made for her by her mother when she was born and is the only thing she has to remember her parents.

*Ice Harvesters are specifically said to be not a part of Northuldra even if they have similar clothes and customs

Spirits

* all spirits: Gale, Bruni, Nokk and Earth Giants are mentioned by name, Iduna knows them well

* all spirits are locked inside the mist and can't get outside. When Iduna already living in Arendelle almost frezes to death she has a vision of Gale showing her a shelter and Bruni helping her to lit a fire, but it's unclear if it's real, or her mind is playing games or it's a vision sent by yet another force.

*Ahtohallan is called the mother of all spirits. Northuldra elders know her location, but such knowledge is not shared with everybody. It looks like unlike spirits, Ahtohallan location is probably outside of the mist

*It looks like Ahtohallan can not only see the future, but can give visions of it to those she chooses

*The Fifth Spirit is never mentioned

Trolls

*it looks like trolls are much more popular among people than we thought. Not only Ice Harvesters know about them and go to them to ask for aid, queen Rita, Agnarr's mother also knew where she can find them

*the book confirms that Pabbie can erase any chosen memories on demand

*Pabbie can also see a future in Northern Lights, he can look for any specific person or events. Unlike in the movies where what he shows looks like a suggestion of the future that can be changed, in the book a future he sees is not changeable.

*Bulda has an ultrasound in her hands ;)

Arendelle

* the book confirms that Arendelle is an absolute monarchy, but gives it a council and when Agnarr is underaged - a regent of a name Lord Peterssen (yes, the same Jen Lee mentioned back then)

* unfortunately the book isn't any more clear about how Arendelle old is. From such words of Lord Petersen “That is what your father did. And his father before him. That is what kings do to protect their people. And this is what you must do now.” it looks like Runeard was not a first king. A few paragraphs later it's confirmed by Agnarr showing Iduna painings of his ancetors (great-great-great-grandfather Eric and co.) - another hint of long history of Arendelle, but right after that he mentions that plans of the dam were drawn long before he was born, when his father and his people first arrived in Arendelle. After some moments we jump again to descriptions of the castle and things in it as old or even ancient and we learn that the Arendelle community have some customs that seem to have long tradition.

*all castle staff we know from movies and books (Kai, Gerda, Olina, Miss Larsen etc.) is already there when Agnarr is a kid, with the same duties we see them doing in Elsa and Anna's time. Gerda works long enough to know queen Rita, Agnarr's mother.

Trivia

*when book starts, with a battle of the dam, Iduna is 12 years old and Agnarr is 14 years old

*It takes one day trip from Arendelle to reach the wall of fog. Such trips are made every six months, first by Iduna and Agnarr then by scouts to check on the fog

*chocolate is already in bars when Iduna is a kid

*sir Jorgen Bjorgen was made by queen Rita for his son. Later Agnarr gave it to Elsa, after the accident

*Kjekk, Anna's horse belonged to Iduna. It was a gift from a farmer.

*carrots seem to be widely available, even Northuldra feed their reindeers with them

*The Little Mermaid - Agnarr reads this newly published book when he is 18

*a secret room exists. The entrance is in the castle's library, behind a bookcase and opens after moving a statue of Water Nokk. The description of the secret room suggests that it's very old, with books that "looked like they’d been in there, gathering dust, for a thousand years", ancient scrolls and maps. Runeard used it, later it was found accidentally by Iduna and Agnarr. They used it too.

*there are other secret passages in the castle

*Iduna was taught to read by her mother from one book she had. Arendellians that were building the dam brought books with them, often with tales about princesses.

*the book shows baby Elsa using ice powers very skilfully from the first moment she revealed that she has magic

*when young, Agnarr loves to sleep in

*Iduna tells Agnarr that she is Northuldra only a few weeks before their sea voyage.

#frozen #frozen 2 #dangerous secrets #dangeroussecrets #analysis #iduna #agnarr #frozen books

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rikardtoenterprise · 10 months ago

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yAURRRR thanks 4 tagging me @pacificsaury (sorry i took so long to respond)

3 ships you like: RIKARD RIKARD RIKARD (riker/picard). I know im kinda quiet about rikard rn but best believe that I started this blog bc of these 2 old men. Quodo (Quark/Odo) i love these 2 divorced men who get on each others nerves but love each other deep down. Hear me out, but Qcard (Q/ Picard). I think you can see a trend in the dynamic I like. Also Qcard and Rikard are not mutually exclusive ok. Throuple strong.

Honorable mention: Not trek related but Jennifer/Needy from Jennifer's Body. I know people say toxic yuri and codependency but like idk. my girls. they mean so much to me. This is a couple I will live and die by.

First ship ever: God I don't remember shipping anyone in my childhood but. I think Katniss/Peeta from the Hunger Games series??? I think there was a lot of hoo haa with the team gale team peeta thing but I was always a team Peeta girlie. Breadboy letsfukingooooo.

Last song you heard: New Perspective by P!ATD. It's bringing back a bit of my Jennifer's Body brainrot. The whole soundtrack for that movie is a banger btw. But the last song I've heard may also be Using You by Mars Argo (but the original version from her Bandcamp). Titanic sinclair can suck it.

Favourite childhood book: Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events. Still highly recommend it to anyone who wants to read. As a kid I never really read a lot of the popular books kids my age were reading but somehow my parents managed to pirate the whole Unfortunate Events series on the family IPad = happy times reading all 13 books.

Currently reading: I was in the middle of rereading the Lockwood and Co. series (just rereading from book 3 onwards). If anyone hasn't read it PLEASE go and read it I love them so much. I will probably reread it again just because. It has ghosts, slowburn romance, London, and fun snarky characters. Idk why it hasn't blown up more ngl.

Currently watching: Of course, Deep Space 9 (dinnertime entertainment with my family), and then, surprisingly, Boys Over Flowers (the korean version). It's actually so hilariously cringe and confusing at the same time that it's a riot to watch. Though I wish I could have finished Goong/Princess Hours before BOF because I stopped halfway in 2022 and it hasn't gone on Netflix so booooo...

Currently consuming: nothing, but the aftertaste of the chewable Vitamin C I finished 5 mins ago still lingers

Currently craving: Sleep and more Farleigh Start fanfiction (i'm in the midst of a saltburn phase)

I don't really know who would want to be tagged in this so I'm opening it to the floor too! Go crazy! Go wild!

9 people to get to know better (tag game)

Omg hii tagged by @cloudlesbian :]

3 ships you like: oh goodness uhh I haven't been super into ships recently but I like forthur (h2g2) and bence (the ship name I made up for my own OCs lmao) and I can't think of any others that I'm into currently

Honorable mention: spirk because I feel like I haven't watched enough TOS to be a true spirk fan

First ship ever: flashbacks to when I was scrolling ineffable husbands fanart on fuckign google images when I was 15. Before then MAYBE forthur bc I definitely thought they had something nonheteronormative happening before I started using the internet but idk if that counts. WAIT maybe Joan and Sherlock from Elementary (but I didn't actually want them to get together romantically I just liked their queerplatonic vibes)

Last song you heard: Shadows by Nick Lutsko (as recommended to me by my roommate) (I liked it)

Favorite childhood book: the May Bird and the Ever After series by Jodi Lynn Anderson, also Through The Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There by Lewis Carroll

Currently reading: The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde but I STILL haven't picked it up in over two months I'm so sorry

Currently watching: Columbo!!!!!!!!! and also rewatching 1670 in the original Polish for um reasons

Currently consuming: air

Currently craving: water (dehydration strikes again)

Tagging 9 people from recent activity! No pressure if you don't want to answer

@theygotlost @fordprefectsleftshoe @andietries @volcanicflowers @romeoisalesbian @v0gonpoet @somebodytolove31 @ragdolls-and-such @thepointlessmasterpiece

#this is an excuse for me to promote Rikard guys

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mellowasinyellow · 4 years ago

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100daysofwriting - Day 1

So I thought for the first day I might just briefly outline all of the WIPs I have actually made a start on and that might help me to decide where I want to focus some energy. I have some for Katniss/Peeta in THG fandom and some for Natasha/Clint in the MCU.

Everlark

folklore series - so I started this series of fics inspired by songs from Taylor Swift's album folklore because honestly those songs just immediately bring to mind so many scenarios that made me think of Katniss and Peeta. I made a start on chapters based on peace, my tears ricochet, invisible string, this is me trying, and mad woman. I also have a bit of an outline for continuing the story that was started in 'the 1'.

I've had this one WIP ongoing since about 2015(?) which is a bit of a monster that has grown beyond me but basically it involves Katniss and Gale being raised in the Capitol in relative poverty after their fathers are conscripted into the peacekeepers because of traitorous activity. Mrs Everdeen is still from 12 but was moved to the Captiol to be married (this part is sketchy) and she still had a little childhood romance with Mr Mellark. Peeta gets reaped and Mrs Everdeen reacts to this as he looks like his father. Katniss gets a crush on him as she watches him prepare for the games. She hates herself for it but finds herself checking up on how he is doing even during non-mandatory viewing.

Arranged Marriage - I feel like this is such a cliche for thg fandom, but I just imagined my own way that the pairings happen but I'm so bad at writing slow burn so this will probably never materialise, but if you want a semi-decent thought out pairing/arranged marriage system I would be happy to lend you mine.

Miscarriage fic - I will never post this, but it's in my WIP folder. It's full of nasty feelings that feel a little better when they are written about.

Modern AU Pandemic Quarantine! - ofc, this is essential. Katniss and Peeta end up as the only people not to move home from their dorm for the quarantine. Slow burn that I can't fucking write should ensue.

Canon Pandemic Quarantine AU - pandemic a few years after the end of the war forces Katniss to admit she wants Peeta as more than a friend with whom she hunts, bakes, rebuilds the district. Cue sexy pandemic times and a resentful Haymitch that keeps accidentally breaking the rules.

Divorced but co-parenting Everlark - obviously finding their way back together

Another classic of their children being reaped and dying - I don't know why I write things this depressing. They just tend to come out in one big rush and then I never address them again.

Real weird teen pregnancy modern day AU - don't know where it's going or why...

Modern day AU dead Prim - Peeta and Katniss just met each other through mutual friends and are kind of flirting. Peeta is a bit infatuated. Katniss stops going to mutual friend parties and he finds out it's because her sister died. Instead of staying away he gets tangled up in her grief and does all sorts of practical things while Katniss wallows. Also it's E rated but not that much fun... can't entirely explain where this one came from either...

Single Parent AU where Finnick and Annie play match maker. Probably my fave Everlark in the works but it's another one that has grown so big for the 20 minutes I can dedicate to it each week.

Clintasha

Red Room Take Down - Nat and Clint are retired and living a quiet family life with their child. SHIELD appears asking for Nat's help in taking down the red room and dealing with the fall out, specifically what to do with the girls that they get out. Nat is torn but chooses to go. Chaos ensues with the 'rescued' girls. I need to actually develop some OCs a little if I ever want this to be good but tbh the pending Black Widow movie is kind of holding me back on this one too because I hope we find out more about the red room.

So I have a weird habit of writing from Lila Barton's POV. I can't explain it. I have AoU and like to pretend it never happened but anyway I have a WIP about Lila detailing the collapse of her parents' marriage after Clint retires and he and Laura actually have to spend time together without Natasha. She then goes on to describe the custody settlement and her utter joy that Auntie Nat sleepovers with them at her dad's place. She feels utterly betrayed when she finds out they are getting engaged.

Fluffy AU - Clint and Natasha in an established relationship with a son born between infinity war and endgame. Natasha still sacrifices on Vormir, but Steve gets her back no bother and it's so nice and happy and fluffy and Clint and Natasha are together and they have a son who has both parents back and Steve gets to make all this happen and he is so happy too and they have a barbecue and go swimming in a lake and clint/natasha have private time, and their kid wants to be captain america, and did I mention how HAPPY everyone is?

Another fic similar to the above just about everyone being so HAPPY. Endgame reverses the snap and instead of weird farm family coming back Clint and Natasha get their daughter back and it's just a cute moment about her reappearance and their race back to the spot she disintegrated from. (Steve/Bucky go to Vormir and Steve is sacrificed, but that fucker CHOSE to leave).

This is another one that has just grown bigger than my brain. it's based off the idea that Natasha helped with coordinating fosterings during the blip time. Clint loses his mind when he loses his family and crashes in BedStuy but finds a neighbour girl (Kate Bishop) who is fending for herself in post-apocalyptic Brooklyn. He helps her out and tries to get children's services involved but it has collapsed. Finds out Natasha is the one getting everything in order. He gets in touch. She's at the end of her tether and asks why he can't keep looking after her. In the end he does and she ends up getting involved and all three get overly attached to each other. I haven't got as far as the events of endgame and idk what's going to happen. It might be tragic.

Pregnant Natasha but nobody knows what is wrong with her because they don't even suspect her being pregnant is possible. Just a real vivid description of the early unpleasant pregnancy symptoms.

Another absolute monster - Sort of canon compliant to begin with aside from before the farm family disappear. Clint and Laura are in the middle of separating and tensions are running quite high at the farm. Snap happens. Nat and Clint accidentally run into each other while both a bit low during the blip and get drunk and share home truths. Begin working together from HQ and both get a little less sad. He convinces her she doesn't have to be responsible for the world's fate every moment of every day. Clint has a break down at Morgan's 1st birthday and realises that things will have to change. Nat has this realisation later. They begin sleeping together. Accidental pregnancy. More feelings come out between them. They enter a more conventional relationship and have baby. Baby is really hard work (colic) and they struggle with comparisons and feelings of inadequacy. Pepper helps them to identify the colic and improves everything greatly. Happy times with baby while also running the avengers. Opportunity to reverse snap. Some good scenes between Nat and Tony. A big conversation between Nat and Clint about what it will mean. Steve and Nat end up going to Vormir together. Nat is obviously about to commit suicide. Steve over powers her and gives her a pep talk about the situation she is running away from and how to deal with it. He self-sacrifices. Clint goes back to farm fam and Natasha goes back to BedStuy with baby. Clint has to tell Laura and then the kids about the last 5 years and their new siblings. Nate is super into it. Cooper is a bit aloof and cynical. Lila is confused. Laura is quietly seething. Clint helps put the farm back together about 5 years of neglect and the kids meet baby. Family gets happier. Laura and Nat eventually meet again and it's civil/friendly.

My own version of what happened in Budapest.

The Call - inspired by a post here on tumblr. Nat calls Clint as she bleeds out. Just needs a beta reader and then I would consider publishing.

AoU reimagined but with Clintasha - I'm not sure where this one is going it's like a massive spider web right now with lots of ideas shooting off, but basically it is inspired by this post and just involves a lot of hoodwinking the other avengers.

Accidental Baby Acquisition - Natasha becomes Yelena's child's legal guardian after Yelena gets taken out. Natasha and Yelena are estranged at this point and Natasha things the whole thing is a trap and brings Clint along. He is surprisingly good with the baby so she ropes him in to teach her. The three of them end up bonding.

5 times there's only 1 bed + 1 time they choose to sleep in the same bed.

non-superhero AU Clint and Nat both think they have adopted a stay cat but actually the cat has owners and just likes strokes and eats a lot so has many 'families'. They get into an argument over which of them the cat belongs to only to find out the cat has owners and they are moving away. They decide to adopt a cat between them as both are not hope that much and the shelter refused them as single people. Slow burn ensues, which I am shit at writing.

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