#Master Thal
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eli-should-sleep · 8 months ago
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The implication of Kit Fisto finishing Bant Erin's training are hilarious. Because while there isn't a confirmed age for Kit Fisto (at least I don't think so), he has to be pretty close in age to Bant herself. And while for example 15 to 20 is a big age difference, 20 to 25 isn't. At some point the dynamic had to go from Mentor and Student to a sibling dynamic.
Bant at some point: "Master you're not gonna believe this sit down, I have Tea!"
Kit, not responsible at all: "She really said that? This karking b-"
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2ndaryprotocol · 2 years ago
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#NowWatching The Puppet Masters (1994) 🛸🧠🚁
“𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝. 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢.”
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fanonical · 1 year ago
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okay, so here's the thing with the daleks.
the daleks are nazis. like, that's not subtext, that's not implication, it is literally text. in the fourth doctor serial genesis of the daleks, one of the major kaled bad guys wears a literal actual iron cross as part of his costume, and in their debut, the daleks, they are presented as being fascists determined to completely exterminate the thals from existing, seemingly just because they were thals. hell, the story makes note of the fact that the attractive blonde thals are seen as being hideous and mutated by both them and the daleks - deliberately subverting the nazi ideal of the 'perfect aryan' look.
terry nation, the creator of the daleks, had an fixation on nazis. he lived during world war two, and the idea keeps cropping up in his work. daleks want everyone to be like them, daleks think they are 'superior' and are the 'masters' of the universe. notably, the images of a deserted, abandoned london in the next dalek serial, dalek invasion of earth, are based on fears of a nazi occupation of london. this would have been clearer to adult viewers in the 1960s, who would themselves have been around for world war two, and would be familiar with the ideology and attitudes to it.
so we have this bad guy who wants to exterminate all other species because they are different to the daleks, and see themselves as superior. the trouble is that, while this can make them scary as villains, it does force writers into a corner where individual daleks cannot really have their own personalities. daleks are meant to all be the same, that's part of their thing. but that means that we can't have character exploration for any dalek characters, they are one-note evil bastards. they also don't have faces, so they will always be inherently inhuman to the viewer
enter davros. now we have a charismatic leader for the daleks, one who has a face and can emote, and one the audience can identify as a person. but that starts to take a little bit away from what makes the daleks scary. they're all the same, apart from this one guy, who is either superior to the superior race or is somehow meant to lead them. he's a person, he has frailties. he can be silly and campy
the thing with the daleks is that they sometimes fall over into being just generic movie monsters, rather than specifically fascists, and i think this evolution from being very clear metaphors to just another monster is interesting
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bharv · 4 months ago
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Will you maybe share your Lady Vanthampur HC? 👀👉👈
I can't believe I never got to this in my mad Gortweek posting! But she featured or was name checked at least three times.
So I think (?) from the module she has a bathing house over a temple to the cult of the dead three in Heapside. The cult sprung up after the sundering when the worship of the three ceased to be a formal religion - most Mykulites started worshiping Kelemvor, most Banites went to Cyric, and most Bhaalists grew the fuck up did too - but there were small pockets of hangers-on that kept the faith alive. And because she is the master of the Drains and Underways she truly knows the whole network.
And she's pledged to Zariel, which is also interesting! Unlike Gortash who is a business partner and Wyll who is sort of pledged to Zariel by proxy, Thal is a full on fucking devil worshipper for power. Was she part of the brokering of Gortash's initial relationship with Zariel? She almost certainly knew of his connection to the hells, even if I go back-and-forth on her knowing he's the High Imperceptor of Bane.
But my main HC is that she is fucking no-nonsense, absolute wall of a woman, who shares Gortash's absolute distain for the Patriars and is in a race to the top against him. I would have LOVED her fingerprints to be all over BG3, but alas, it wasn't to be. I reckon her and Helsik regularly share a tipple, that she knows everything about the Bhaalists, whom she works closely with, and that if there's one thing she hates more than ridiculous snobbery... it's a bloody law-man like Ulder.
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avampyone · 3 months ago
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Prompt 6: A Visitor at Dusk
Characters: Hemlocke, Cocobuki, Lahabrea
Synopsis: After their earlier encounter, Hemlocke finds his thoughts consumed by visions of a masked man.
Setting: Ul'dah, Arrzaneth Ossuary.
Warning - none
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The evening may have fell on the city of Ul’dah, but the burning flames of candles within the Arrzaneth Ossuary remained to welcome to visitors who wished to offer up their prayers. With the cast of shadows that grew in ever darkening hues, there was much one could hear within the echo of those temple halls. Often, fellow attendants whispered and questioned if all the dead they promised to take in their care truly found the peace they sought in their worship of Thal with the hauntings rumored to take place.
Despite the lingering chill in the air and a suspicious groaning behind the bookshelf, Hemlocke found himself distantly gazing upon on shifting the white linen cloth back and forth over the shelf in his efforts to clear away the dust. The motions were all lackluster at best with his slender brows furrowed and on his knees beside a sizable stack of old tomes he had carefully placed beside him. The ease with which he had become used to his new life here was far more suspicious to Hemlocke, but even lacking in lively extravagance, it was still better than home.
At this time, he hadn’t even paid notice that he had been swishing back and forth the same set of dust bunnies on the shelf for the past hour amidst his heavy thoughts. Hemlocke’s concentration broke to hear the soft tapping of steps he knew to be Cocobuki with his features mostly hidden under the consuming cloth of his black hood as usual, “Hm hm hm! Well, look at you now. The powers of destruction have grown strong within you. And here we all thought you a lost cause and would find your charred corpse within the month.”
Looking from the linen cloth in his hands and sleeves covered in dust, a soft uncertain chuckle left Hemlocke’s throat when he leaned back onto his haunches to look at Cocobuki, “Ever one to inspire confidence in others, mm? I am not so sure what dusting has to do with that, but thank you for the kind words, Master.” The beaming grin much akin to a gremlin possessing the lalafell’s features that had inspired worry in him in the beginning had grown on him, “Do not be up late. We wake at dawn to continue our studies of the abyss. Or in your case - blizzard magic. I look forward to seeing your progress.” He offered a wave before he turned to pitter patter off for his room.
Sucking in a breath, Hemlocke released it slowly at the reminder of the study. If one looked closely around the temple, there were thick patches of ice still thawing in spots where his last session into the arcane had gone poorly. It was difficult to mull over such thoughts for too long when he found them returning back to their strange encounter with a mysterious man wearing a red mask.
Hemlocke had not been able to stop thinking about him ever since he had hesitated to raise his staff in arms against him, “Was he from…Ishgard? No, surely not.” He murmured aloud to himself when his hands continued the useless motion of dusting off the shelf. There was a quick movement behind him of a dark figure from the corner of his eye that stepped closer – Such that one would never question here with the typical garments worn here, “My apologies, we will be closing soon- “
“So, it really is you…That I should find you here amongst them. Even if you too are only a fraction of what you used to be.” A deep voice voice rang out that stuck a cord of familiarity within him and set forth unsettling warmth to crawl along his flesh. Hemlocke’s hand curled tightly about the cloth like he fought with some inner emotion, seeking to school his features. It didn't stop the tremble of fear that forced its way into his hands.
A stern expression darkened his features and bloody depths gleamed with warning, “You must be mistaking me for someone else. Please leave -now-” He dismissed him curtly. This did not stop Lahabrea from stepping forth to cup Hemlocke’s cheek gently from where he kneeled beside the bookshelf.
As much as he wanted to pull away, there was an eerie comfort in the touch that emanated with possessive warmth. Hemlocke's eyes grew hooded and distant, leaning into the gloved hand not so unlike a bird seeking affection from their owner, “…Soon, there will be an end to all this…and a new beginning. We will return to those halcyon days...” The gruff voice felt so dangerously on the verge of madness, but within there was the fleeting timbre of hope.
These words like a splash of cold water gave away to Hemlocke suddenly smacking the hand away from his person. He quickly shifted to place a safe distance between them causing him to fumble back onto his arse in a cloud of dust, "I have no idea of what you speak of!" When he turned back to look, the figure was all but gone as if it had been no more than an apparition, “Was it my imagination..?” He had seen stranger things before, yet the lingering warmth on his cheek remained. Hemlocke’s eyes closed heavily from the running train of his thoughts that he desired peace from, “It’s time for a bath...and a heavy drink.”
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aikoiya · 2 years ago
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My DP Character HCs Masterlist
This is just a bunch of hc stuff for DP characters. It might take a bit to get it all on here.
Danny:
Interesting Idea for King Danny
Engineer Danny
Frost Phantom
The Christmas Gift
The Source of Danny's Anger At Christmas
Anti-Gravity Phantom
Secret Identity
Ghost Hunter AU
Fenton:
Fenton Bias
Jack & Maddie's Perspective on Ghosts
Neurodivergent Fentons
Neurodivergent Jack & Maddie
Neurodivergent Jack
Dani's Obsession
Halfa Jazz
Fenton Preferences
Family Legacy 1
Family Legacy 2
Phantom Family AU
The Walker Family
Reveal Gone... Ambivalent?
Vlad Masters:
Ugly Crying Vlad
Vlad Struggling With NPD
Vlad the Methyphile
Vlad's Romantic Profile
Vlad's Sexual Profile
Clockwork:
Clockwork
The Origin of Clockwork
Clockwork Through the Multiverse
Full Prompts & Story Ideas:
The Bell Tolls For Amity
The Curse of the Seven Sins
Timeless Journey
Vlad vs Dan
Broken Future AU
Lady Nightshade AU
Purification & Aftermath
Other:
Nocturn (My Style)
Dash After High School
Rebel Alliance
Ember's Lement
Head Butler of Manson Manor
Lunch Lady
Sapiosexuality
Vlad & the Supernatural Trio
MRA Tucker
Team Halfa
Dan Insults Vlad
Realistic Danger & Casualties
Valerie's Powers
Dan Likes Greek
Dan's... Aaaage??? (Not Mine)
Sam's Thoughts on Lionfish
More Jewish Sam
DP Confessions
Ecto-Apocalypse
Plants Rights Lunatics
Whimsigoth Sam
The Haunted Jukebox
A Better Pam
HCs I Accept:
Danny Hollis the Cultural Gastronomy Gremlin
Xovers:
DPxDC - Ship Names List
DPxDC - Wayne Manor Layout (Not Mine)
DPxDC - Psyche Talk
DPxDC - Anger Management
DPxDC - Anger Management & Those Who Think It's Wrong
DPxDC - Grimm Romance (Anger Management)
DPxDC - Superman Isn't a Clonophobe & Backup
DPxDC - Bruce the Burdened
DPxDC - Elder Wayne Return
DPxDC - The Lazarus Pits & Jason Todd
DPxDC - A Bird in Amity
DPxDC - The Black Cat
DPxDC - Bell Above the Box
DPxDC - Jazz as Altair the Bluebird of Gotham
DPxDC - Duul Aman Thal
DPxDC - Green Lantern Danny
DPxDC - Vlad As a Lantern
DPxDC - Villainous Full House
DPxDW - Danny & the Doctor
DPxMCU - Saving Private Vision
DPxMH - Calamity Park
DPxIV - Viltrumite Kryptonite
DPxSU - GemHaunt
DPxMHA - Hawks' New Life
DPxN - The Ghost Shinobi
DPxMLP - Cutie Mark
DPxDB - Death Comes For All Eventually
DPxNJG - Danny Mortis
Other Phans' Stuff:
Heaven & Earth & the King On His Throne
Other DP Masterlists:
Ghost Zone Masterlist
DP Ask AU Masterlist
DP Phantom Twins AU Masterlist
Other Useful Masterlists:
Aikoiya's Writing Tips Masterlist
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switchythals-gr27 · 2 years ago
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Switchy Thals
Okay, so! Hello there! You can call me Thalia or Thals (hard t, silent h). My pronouns are she/her, but I also use he/him and they/them (still in the closet, mostly). I'm 22, a polyamorous transfem aspec-lesbian, I'm 5'10" and a dom-leaning switch (service top, soft/pleasure dom; or good girl), but I'm exclusively a top even when submissive. So any posts about bottoming, I'm thinking about being the top.
I'm not into men, but I'm cool with men following me and interacting for now. Just don't be a creep. Will block quickly and liberally.
DNI: minors, ed/sh blogs, ageless blogs, terfs, racists, antisemites, homophobes, fascists, pharisaics, zionists, etc. Also sissy and/or feeder/feedee blogs.
PUT YOUR AGE IN YOUR BIO, OR I WILL BLOCK YOU.
I like to write, watch youtube and anime, read books, and play video games. Plus scrolling through spicy blogs and making myself cum.
I might eventually start writing some spicy concepts and posting them, but I'm pretty socially anxious, so I'm not sure. I send some of them in anons, so maybe I'll reblog and claim a few of those eventually 😂
I'm perfectly okay with getting asks and anons, either if I'm feeling needy or for spicy concept requests. We can also dm and be friends!
If you wanna be mutuals, I follow from @thals-gr27. It’s my sfw, fandom-dump blog lol.
Any posts tagged ‘hers🩵’ and 'theirs🩵' are posts that remind me of my darling love, @the-queenbrat, as well as my lovely partners that don't have blogs.
Here's a list of some of my kinks: (Since I'm a virgin irl, lots of these are subject to change. Spent more time being open to dom ideas and kinks, so those limits tend to be softer)
Green: Both - Feminine Pet Names (Mommy/Princess, etc.), Praise, Marking/Ownership, Edging, Overstim, Oral fixation, Breast/Nippleplay (including Breastfeeding, both directions 🫣), Cockwarming (Girlcock or Strap), Scratching, Hickies, Clothed, Breeding, Possessive, Teratophilia, Exhibition/Voyeurism, THIGHS, Free Use, Petplay Dom - Brat-taming, Impact Play, Bondage/Rope/Gags, Ice Play, Toyplay, Primal Sub - Facesitting, "Daddy"/"Master"/"Sir"
Yellow: Both - Waxplay, Roleplay, Knife/Blood (more like Orange), Intox Play, Hypnosis Dom - CNC, Masculine Titles Sub - Degradation, Impact play, Bondage/Rope/Gags, Toyplay
Red: Both - Scat, most Gore, Vore, Piss, Diapers, Feet, Ageplay, Raceplay, Misgendering, Patriarchy/Misogyny Dom - Sub - CNC, Masculine Pet Names (Good Boy)
Again, all are subject to change. Feel free to send an ask, named or anon, if there's one I'm missing that you're curious about!
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ashenberry · 4 months ago
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12 and 17 for the choose violence ask game, and anything else you want to answer ^_^ pretty sure I only know ace attorney and mgs from your current fandoms but pick whatever
12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them
God im trying to think if im ride or die for any particular character that is both unpopular and doesnt deserve it. i feel like all the mgs character i really like ARE popular. characters like valant gramarye ace attorney are lame as hell and deserve to be forgotten thats what makes him so fun. vamps kind of nothing. the Skulkin brothers are really funny bit characters from dgs i like them. WAIT. THALASSA GRAMARYEEE I LOVE U THAL IM SORRY ABOUT YOUR HATERS
17. there should be more of this type of fic/art
MORE PEOPLE SHOULD DRAW MASTER MILLER ERA KAZ WITH ONE ARMMM FUCK YOUUU stop putting a prosthetic on that man. Like. aside from the 3 rants he goes on in v about how he wont get one you dont think after the whole venom deal he wouldnt be like turned off like he wouldnt look at them and get pissed? this man can hold a fucking grudge mg2ss most divorced man dialouge. i wouldnt even mind if it was like only some but its NONE !! anyways heres some images @counterfeitubiquity made for me.
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bonesaints · 20 days ago
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tho i've been out of the writing/fic game for years, i feel like i might as well write fix it fic for the events of vei/lguard. the elves and the qunari are mine now. same with a certain woofwoof aroo, i'm fucking filing for custody at this point lmgdaoo
while i really enjoyed the game, i have major critiques of it. i hate to say this, but i'm gonna be real with yall: i could've handled the qu/nari and elv/es exponentially better if i'd written it myself.
never minds the complete sanitization of the cr/ows and the sanitization of tevinter, the l/ords of f/ortune (rip isabela....queen i am SO fucking sorry they did this 2 u), and this is an extremely minor nitpick compared to the others, but 'good' sol/avellan ending; it is really NOT the solmanon reunion i wanted. objectively speaking as a writer/person whose masters degree studies focused on hyperanalyzing the structures of narratives in media, i feel like SO much of sol/as's agency as a character was brutally stripped from him, and for what? and honestly i don't even wanna talk about the anta/am, it felt like they had the anta/am break away from the q/un in order to justify the blatantly racist and horrific portrayal of them as if the approach of "see? theyre the bad guys, they dont reflect on the rest of the q/un or the q/unari as a whole" somehow excuses it all. same shit they do with the el/ves with the "we're gonna make them LOOK whyte so that this isn't racist, never mind that they are narratively positioned as poc and are otherwise coded as such."
also, the fact that you have the save the shitty slavery racism city in order to get "the good ending" where as many ppl as possible survive is so fucking bizarre to me... and never mind the fakeout scares of them almost killing dav/rin like 3-5 times.... damn.
the way his relationship w my/thal was executed in the game just felt rushed and ill considered. like i can see what they're getting at, there are definitely some good ideas here, but the execution was horrendous and the final product gave the most hollow, detached, dispassionate third wheel vibes i think i've ever seen in a vidja game protag romance. not to mention they wrote his character in the most bizarre and contradictorily jarring manner to how he was established in in/quisiton?? he insists that neither he nor the ev/anuris are gods, yet in one of the endings, he's practically frothing at the mouth telling r/ook that "they're just a mortal, and i'm...." (you know the words ''i'm a god'' are on the tip of his tongue.) ik we can explain a lot of his dialogue inconsistencies with "oh well he lies a lot" but in this case, such a blatant contradiction of a character's defining ideals is just a hallmark of poor quality.
i suppose i shouldn't expect anything less from ppl who originally made him a bisexual man of colour but then decided that was Too Much so they made him het and whyte, but Damn.
also, we didn't even really get to see the a/gents of fe/n'harel????? where is all the exposition that was set up in tevinter nights?? WHERE ARE THE OTHER ANCIENT ELVES???? i know b/ioware drops the ball on plots/narratives a lot but this felt sloppy and inexcusable. to say nothing of the deeply shitty responses they've had to ppl critiquing stuff even in good faith.
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verloonati · 23 days ago
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doctor who is fucking weird at times so here's a non-exhaustive post of a few canon dr who things i think about a lot
The Real Jar-Jar Binks from the Binks clan beamed the idea for star wars into georges lucas' Mind from space. (Forever Autumn)
That one time a bunch of communist (but mc carthy's understanding of communism) Thals tried to reverse mk ultra daleks into being thals but the daleks where in fact mk ultraing them into being daleks. the experiment failed in producing thaleks but did produce communist daleks because they forgot the word exterminate. (brotherhood of the daleks)
Joan and Gillian Who where retconned twice, as either the doctor's dream (The land of happy endings) or as a manifestation of the land of fiction (conundrum)
Charlotte Pollard and the doctor have three children, none of them are people (chimes of midnight, scherzo, the next life)
tim from human nature died and got brought back to life by the doctor's biodata. there also originally was a fake tenth doctor in a leather jacket hanging out with a goth girl (human nature)
Ace's time bike.
john hart from torchwood became a tardis and had tardis sex with a tardis (dark gallifrey: the war master 3)
Chris Cwej has a big dick (The also people)
The fact that the Time lord's imperialism office is called the CIA.
there are fake abslom daaks and Abslom daaks in canon is hinted to be more propaganda than fact (deceit)
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adventure-showdown · 1 year ago
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What is your favourite Doctor Who story?
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ROUND 1 MASTERPOST
synopses and propaganda under the cut
Doctor Who and the Silurians
Synopsis
Exiled to Earth and now working for UNIT as their scientific advisor, the Doctor is summoned to the underground Wenley Moor nuclear research facility to investigate a series of inexplicable power losses. He soon discovers they are being caused by the Silurians, the former rulers of the Earth.
Awaking from a hibernation which has lasted millions of years, they are now intent on reclaiming the Earth from Mankind...
Propaganda no propaganda submitted
The Claws of Axos
Synopsis
A group of gold-skinned aliens land on Earth and offer wondrous technology in exchange for fuel. The Third Doctor, however, isn't fooled, uncovering the Axons' true nature and once again facing his arch enemy, the Master...
Propaganda no propaganda submitted
The Mutants
Synopsis
The Time Lords send the Doctor and Jo on a mission to deliver a sealed message pod to an unknown party aboard a Skybase orbiting the planet Solos in the 30th century. They are caught quickly in a power struggle between the cruel Marshal of Solos and the young Solonian Ky over the future of Solos — a future that hinges on the contents of the message.
Propaganda no propaganda submitted
Planet of the Daleks
Synopsis
Arriving on Spiridon, the Third Doctor and Jo encounter a Thal group. But the Daleks are here... and this time, they're invisible.
Propaganda no propaganda submitted
The Monster of Peladon
Synopsis
The Doctor returns to Peladon, fifty years after his last visit, to find Queen Thalira, daughter of the late King Peladon, on the throne. A tense labour dispute between the Pel nobility and miners is worsened when apparitions of their deity Aggedor attack and kill several miners. The Galactic Federation desperately needs trisilicate for its war against Galaxy 5 and sends in brutal Ice Warrior troopers to ensure production. The Doctor soon discovers a devious plot at the heart of Aggedor's appearances...
Propaganda no propaganda submitted
Planet of the Spiders
Synopsis
The blue crystal that the Doctor took from Metebelis III in a previous adventure is desperately sought by the Eight Legs, a race of mutated spiders, as the final element in their plan for universal domination. With help from an old mentor, the Doctor realises the only way to foil the plot is to make the ultimate sacrifice. The Doctor must risk death to return to the cave of the Great One and save the universe.
Propaganda no propaganda submitted
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autumnslance · 1 year ago
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Wolcred Week 2023: Tea|Family
(The final section of this takes place the day before the last prompt as I will pad out certain parts of 6.4 it's our timeline and we can do what we want Yoshi-P said so. A series of scenes across MSQ that borrows some lines of dialogue from 4.5 and 6.4, clocking in at around 1500 words, about my pair's experiences with the topics.)
“Aeryn!” Minfilia waved, smile bright as she and Thancred sat together in the Solar, a tea service upon the small table between them.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt,” Aeryn said, turning back to the door.
“Not at all,” Thancred replied, standing and gesturing towards the seat he had vacated. “Minfilia enjoys her weekly tea party, and the more the merrier.” He snagged another chair and brought it over.
“Everyone else is off on their own business, but you continue to have fortuitous timing,” Minfilia said as Aeryn joined them, hesitating before taking the chair Thancred offered; he did not sit again until she did.
“A lovely tea service,” Aeryn said. The set was gleaming silver with colorful crystal inlays in an elegant, sinuous style she had never seen before.
“An inheritance, from the elderly woman who taught me some Ala Mhighan traditions,” Minfilia said as she poured for Aeryn. “I was young when my father and I fled, but when Lhaminn took me in, we had a neighbor who had once been a merchant that worked closely with the Ananta artisans, and she shared such things with me.”
Aeryn tilted her head quizzically.
“A tribe in Gyr Abania,” Thancred explained. “It’s said they’re all women, but instead of legs they have snake bodies. They’re supposed to be excellent crafters of metals and crystals.”
Aeryn nodded. “Reminds me of stories of the gods in Thavnair.”
“Oh, do tell!” Minfilia asked. Thancred sighed good-naturedly, throwing Aeryn an encouraging smile.
Tea stretched on through the rest of the afternoon and into the evening as they spoke and laughed together.
“Master Thancred, welcome!” The Fortemps manservant smiled genuinely as he led Thancred inside. “The Count was delighted to hear you’d accepted his invitation.”
Tataru’s doing; she had informed Thancred he had been invited and that he would be cleaning himself up and attending or Thal help him. So here he was, hair neatly pulled back, a small patch over his injured eye, in a simple white jacket, black slacks, and short boots that their coinkeeper had set out for him.
There were times he did not mind dressing up and rubbing elbows with nobility for a change of pace, practicing his charms and social skills on the upper crust. Today, though, he would much rather be in the Forgotten Knight’s lower rooms, drinking and playing card games that could end in a knife fight.
But the Count was the Scions’ patron in Ishgard, and he had to play his part.
The servant led him to an unfamiliar space; a veranda enclosed all in glass, walls and ceiling, leaning upon one side of the manor, the garden stretching around them before wending down in a series of switchbacks, stretching at least three levels below.
“Welcome,” Count Edmont said with his usual warmth. “Thank you for joining us.”
“Thancred!” Alphinaud said with delight. He seemed both more his youthful age and yet also matured after the trials that had led them to this cold, vertically-built city. Thancred smiled in response and reflected once more that Louisoix would be proud of the young man his grandson was growing into.
Aeryn turned in her own chair, nodding in greeting. She wore a simple blue wool dress, high collar, long sleeves, and he couldn’t see what shoes she wore under the long skirt. She looked quite graceful and lovely, with her soft dark tresses brushing her shoulders…
Thancred looked away to greet the Count’s sons.
Tataru soon joined them, pretty in a pink and white dress, in the company of Lord Aymeric, wearing a formal alpine coat in Borel colors rather than his usual armor. He still moved slowly from the Tournament and how it had exacerbated his still-healing prior injury.
“Y’shtola has returned to Mor Dhona,” Tataru said, apologetic.
“Yes, she sent word,” Count Edmont said. “Still, ‘tis nice to have most of the family together for tea, after such a rousing victory on the Tournament field.”
Thancred found himself exchanging a look with Aeryn. For all his japes about Ishgard needing her to win, he had to admit they had put on a good showing all their own; Raubahn might have done for them if Aeryn had not been there, but there was no shame in losing to the Champion of the Bloodsands.
She smiled sheepishly, blush coloring her cheeks, and Thancred was somehow distracted enough that he almost missed Lord Artoirel’s questions about the cyclops.
“Greetings! Could it be that I'm in time for tea?”
Aeryn, Y’shtola, and Alisaie looked up as Thancred strode toward their table, the dust of the road and the windblown look of an airship ride about him. “It certainly looks that way," Alisaie said. "Come on─sit down and tell us how your investigations went.”
Thancred took the seat next to Aeryn. They briefly exchanged soft smiles; Alisaie and Y’shtola exchanged their own glances, the adolescent rolling her eyes. Y’shtola’s lip twitched in amused reply.
At some point, Y’shtola mused, she would have to point out that they were not keeping their affair as secret as they thought. There were more pressing matters at the moment, however, such as Alisaie’s concern for her brother, and the update Thancred brought from Gyr Abania.
Thancred picked up his mug, frowned, and looked at the silver and colored crystal tea service, in now-familiar sinuous Ananta designs. “Where’d this come from?”
“F'lhaminn,” Alisaie answered. “She said something about this is the service one ought to use for a family tea today, despite it being a working tea, really.”
“Oh,” Aeryn said. “She’s right; today’s the day we’d use this set.”
Y’shtola watched Thancred as he frowned, and then, glancing at Aeryn and her gentle sympathizing look, he visibly relaxed and smiled. “So it is,” he said quietly. Then he straightened, pouring himself a cup. “Now, to business…”
Y’shtola relaxed as well. She would explain to Alisaie later, if Aeryn did not. For now, best to appreciate this bit of comfort as they dealt with difficult matters.
“I simply must insist!” Dulia-Chai exclaimed. “We cannot possibly let you leave without refreshment, and it IS teatime! Right, dear?!”
Ryne suppressed a giggle as Chai-Nuzz sputtered an agreement. Thancred sighed and opened his mouth to again decline, but Aeryn took his arm and quietly reminded him what day of the week it was.
“What about it…” he paused, eyes slightly squinching in a way Ryne recognized as him converting Vrantic to Eorzean, or vice versa. Then he blinked, looking to Aeryn and her expectant face. “You’re right,” he replied with a chuckle. “I suppose it is the day for family tea.” He turned his charming smile to Dulia. “Very well, dear lady.”
“Splendid!” she cried, clapping her hands in joy, then hooking an arm through the one of Thancred’s that Aeryn didn’t have, and marching them all toward her parlor, while Chai-Nuzz and Ryne hurried along after.
Ryne wasn’t sure what the “family tea” comments and looks were about, but it sounded nice. She would just have to ask them once they sat down—assuming Dulia let anyone have a word in edgewise!
“Unto thee we must also give thanks, Thancred, for coming to our aid on such short notice,” Urianger said.
“Please, you know I'm always happy to help. Don't hesitate to call on me again.”
“Not leaving already are you?” Aeryn asked with a frown.
Thancred stretched and winced. “Well, I was going to grab a meal at the Last Stand and then spend the night at the Annex before tending to my next bit of business.” He turned a wicked grin on her. “Fear I’ll deprive you of my company all too soon, my lady?”
The expected blush flared across her cheeks, making Urianger, Varshahn, and Estinien chuckle, while Zero watched, still not understanding the flirtations the pair kept exchanging since Thancred had joined them. “Well,” Aeryn said. “After that little adventure, we might as well all go to the Last Stand together. Including you, Varshahn.”
He shrugged good-naturedly. “I could hardly decline such an invitation. I shall even partake, since we will be in public.”
“This is a good opportunity to replenish our aether, since we did not take advantage of the font,” Zero noted.
Thancred linked his arm with Aeryn’s. “Do you know what day it is?” he asked her as they began to trek from the pier to the restaurant.
“Oh! Too bad we haven’t the proper tea service here.”
“Nay, ‘tis still safely at the Rising Stones under Mistress Tataru’s ever-watchful eyes,” Urianger interjected. “And yet, the date and time is correct for tea with family and new friends.”
Thancred nodded. “Indeed; a good learning opportunity for Zero as well, I do believe.”
Zero tugged her hat brim as the others smiled.
“Fear not, Zero,” Estinien said warmly. “Our resident lovebirds only mean to introduce you to a Scion family tradition. And trust me, there’s no getting out of it.”
He laughed as Aeryn turned her head to stick her tongue out at him, before returning to her conversation with Thancred as they led the way, together.
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eorzean-tale · 2 months ago
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FFxivWrite2024 - Prompt #7: Morsel
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“Kukuuuuuuu!”
Her howl was met with a wince, followed up with a derisive snort, but neither originated from the grey-moustached face of her husband. Instead it was Heckler, the most senior of the household staff, who rebuked her with that scornful look he was so famous for. It wasn’t his real name, of course, but Vivira couldn’t think of a better way to describe the old badger of a Hyur as he looked down his nose at her like she was the servant and he the master. 
“Master Kukusito has taken mistress Glaring out to the city,” the man told her with a voice so icey Vivira had to suppress a shiver. It perked her right up. Nothing like a bit of attitude to keep you from getting like that, she believed. ‘Like that’ being basically everything she found mildly annoying or bothersome. There was no need for a precise definition. She knew what she meant.
“Oh, has he now,” she murmured, the brief bit of energy already fading away. The Fog was bad this morn - afternoon, the sun was high - and she contemplated going back to bed again. It had gotten worse now that the work had dried up. With nothing to distract her, boredom did far worse than any condition by itself ever could. Stupid Unsung and their stupid trips. What was she supposed to do when they went off galavanting around like, well, like she would like to, truth be told. 
Her frustrations bubbled out in a sigh. “Would the lady like us to set her up for some very late brunch? A high tea, perchance? We have some choice morsels leftover from last eve’s dinner as well.” Vivira slowly turned her amethyst eyes upwards, staring into the face of her Heckler with a glower that would have withered a lesser man. He was no lesser man, however, and the way he managed to keep his face so neutral, even impassive, had a smug quality uniquely his own. Gil but how she cherished this twat.
“Why in Thal’s name would I want that?” Her voice was acid, and she was quite proud at the whip-like quality she had managed to squeeze in.
“Wouldn’t that be Nald,” he commented dryly before answering her: “A Post Moogle awaits in the parlour. Said they would only hand their precious cargo to the esteemed Lady Vivira Vira herself.” 
She wrinkled her nose in a rare show of open insecurity. The genuine criticism in the jape wasn’t lost on her as Vivira became keenly aware that it was the middle of the sun and she was standing there in a nightgown, her hair unkept and generally ungroomed. When was the last time she’d had a bath?
“I take it you told them no such persona actually exists in this household,” she managed, but her heart wasn’t in it and it just sounded flat. Insecure, even. Heckler deflated somewhat. The old man loved their little battles as much as she did, so when his Ladyship offered him so little sport he knew just how serious her condition had become. The silence between them felt heavy as words failed him.
“Please have the girls draw me a bath,” Vivira ordered, and the gloom retreated back into the corners as she straightened to a semblance of her usual, rigid posture. Thal’s long shadow was still there, but contained. For now. “They’ve waited this long. Might as well add insult to injury.” 
Lady and steward shared a brief, silent moment of mutual understanding, before both went their own way. 
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asexual-doctor · 4 months ago
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Season 10
The Three Doctors 🌕🌕🌕🌕🌑
Two *_* (I'd like to rewatch his episodes but really not looking forward to having to sit through the missing episodes. Maybe I'll buy a couple of the ones that have been animated when I go to England). I remember liking this episode and my opinion hasn't changed much. It's great to have three Doctors together for the first time, even though One just makes a cameo but seeing him so ill really made me sad. Omega is a great villain and it's nice to see the Time Lords. I liked Benton acting like Two's companion and the Brig ... oh my god, he's so obtuse and close-minded and so done with Two, magnificent.
Carnival of Monsters 🌕🌕🌗🌑🌑
Not a great episode. The grey fellas were rude and annoying. But we have confirmation that the Doctor is against animal exploitation so I just love him more. Also, he had the Time Lords ban the microscopes by being a nuisance which means he was so annoying that they had no choice but to do what he wanted and that's top-notch characterisation of the Doctor, well done. (And I'm again begging Big Finish to do an Academy era range with both the Doctor and the Master being little shits.) And greatest incoherence here, the Doctor doesn't speak Polari. That's pretty much all that I'll retain from this episode.
Frontier in Space 🌕🌕🌑🌑🌑
I wanted to like this episode because it's Delgado's last appearance and ... I didn't. And I'm a bit mad because I feel his last episode was such a waste! I mean, it had potential. I liked all the political stuff with the big revelation about the Master's bosses. The main trio is on fire: Jo is great and we do get very juicy interactions not only between the Master and Three (the Doctor asking the Master if he's alright when he talks about peace) but also between the Master and Jo which is obviously reminding me of Clara and Missy. But all of this is drowned into coming and going and escaping from one prison to another and it made this episode unnecessarily heavy. Anyway, I'm very sad that my favourite idiot isn't coming back and I'm now gonna go and cry.
Planet of the Daleks 🌕🌕🌕🌗🌑
So this episode is supposed to continue where the previous one ended, except that it's not really. And considering how much I disliked Frontier in Space, I'm kinda glad that it's something different. And it was much better! There were much less useless bits, the atmosphere in the jungle was well done, the Spiridions were interesting, although I'd wished we'd learn more about them but I get that it wasn't the point of the episode. The Thals were ok, special mention to the commander that I really liked. And I liked Three's speech at the end about not making war look glamourous. All in all, not a great episode but still enjoyable.
The Green Death 🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕
It's one of the only episodes of classic Who that made me cry. Not that I'm sad that Jo is leaving (I did warm up to her a bit but she still annoyed me most of the time) but because the Doctor's reaction broke my heart. And it's a good episode (who said that classic Who wasn't political?). It's coherent all along, it's funny: I had forgotten that the Doctor dressing up as a cleaning lady was from there and it really made my day. Mike Yates gets even more developed. All great stuff, really.
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autoacafiles · 10 months ago
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Tell us how did the Daleks came to be. Why do they do what they do?
Nobody's 100% sure of what the true genesis of the Daleks was. If the most persistent rumors are true, they're the result of a multi-generational war between two races known as the Thal and Kaled (maybe the same species, maybe two different but somewhat similar ones) that resulted in Skaro becoming a radiation-soaked hellscape. Many of the gestating youth came out distorted and malformed, kept alive through sheer misfortune.
Among the Kaleds, a scientist named Davros began an initiative based on the BRILLIANT AND INGENIOUS to turn these mutated youngsters into hyperdurable infantry that could wipe out the enemy and permanently end the war. The initiative proved successful... up until the mutant Kaleds, brainwashed by their transports and turned into genocidal monsters, turned around and wiped out the remaining undistorted Kaleds, dubbing themselves the "Daleks, Masters of the Cosmos" and dedicating their entire existence to their original mission of wiping out the enemy... which proved to be a wide range of different forms of life that can be best described as "Anything that isn't Dalek." Even other Daleks aren't safe if they fail to live up to the standards of any other Dalek.
With this kind of bullheaded desire for destruction, it's becoming pretty strange they haven't just went and wiped themselves out. In fact, we were pretty sure they did multiple times only for them to pop back up and continue their conquest.
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companion-showdown · 5 months ago
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Captain Scarlet, Thunderbirds, Fireball XL5 and Stingray, all crossed over with Doctor Who massively in the 60’s the comics got to the point that trying to split Dalek history from the history of those franchises became impossible. The early days of the Dalek Empire is closely related to the events of those series. The Dalek Emperors first televised appearance was via a cameo in Thunderbirds. Kemble (the Planet in the Daleks Master plan) first appeared in an episode of Fireball XL5. And SPECTRUM (from Captain Scarlet) was founded in the wake of the first Dalek invasion and accidentally let the the 22nd century Dalek Invasion happen by covering up the first invasion so completely that people forget the Daleks existed. Lady Penelope (from Thunderbirds) once interviewed Peter Cushing about staring in an adaption of Dalek Thal Battle as the mysterious (but real in universe) character of the Doctor. The text stating that the Cushing movies are propaganda movies adapting (or influenced by) real events (the second one not being based on anything but being a kind of ‘what would happen if we weren’t ready for the Daleks’ kind of things) and that the TV episode they are based on are what really happened. Astra a planet briefly mentioned in the Doctor Who story the Rescue is a core setting and planet in the comics of those series’s.
I hope this explains how heavily interlinked the Worlds of Gerry Anderson are to the Daleks early history.
that's absolutely wild
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