#Open Road Emporium

[pinkyjulien]

🌵 Open Road Emporium 

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[disneytva]

When your dad is Goofy, it can be hard to be cool!⚡️! Disney Music Emporium will be selling "A GOOFY MOVIE" vynil album to celebrate the 30th Anniversary of the movie.

The Special Collectors Edition includes 2-color splatter vinyl and sticker sheet

When your dad is Goofy, it can be hard to be cool! Join Goofy and his son Max as they take a cross-country road trip in A Goofy Movie and enjoy this collection of songs from the animated film including the hit Tevin Campbell song, Stand Out. Special Collectors Edition includes 2-color splatter vinyl and sticker sheet!

Track List:

Side 1:

1. I2I - Performed by Tevin Campbell (Featuring - Rosie Gaines) 2. After Today - Performed by Aaron Lohr and Chorus - After Today 3. Stand Out - Performed by Tevin Campbell 4. On The Open Road - Performed by Bill Farmer and Aaron Lohr and Chorus - On The Open Road 5. Lester's Possum Park - Performed by Chorus - Lester's Possum Park and Kevin Quinn 6. Nobody Else But You - Performed by Bill Farmer and Aaron Lohr

Side 2:

1. Opening Fanfare/Max's Dream - Performed by Carter Burwell and Don Davis 2. Deep Sludge - Performed by Carter Burwell 3. Bigfoot - Performed by Carter Burwell 4. Hi Dad Soup - Performed by Carter Burwell and Don Davis 5. Runaway Car - Performed by Carter Burwell and Don Davis 6. Junction - Performed by Carter Burwell 7. The Waterfall!/The Truth - Performed by Carter Burwell and Don Davis

[nostalgiclittlespace]

can I request a caregiver Rosie with a little reader (age range 0-2 or 3- 4 either is fine

Here you go, friend! I hope you like it and thank for the request! I had fun writing it; I love baking when I’m regressed, and I did it lots as a kid too, so that’s where the idea came from :)

SFW AGE REGRESSION FIC. DNI IF NSFW, KINK, PROSHIP OR SIMILAR. DO NOT REPOST TO OTHER SITES.

Title: Chocolate Cake

Pairing: CG!Rosie & Little!Reader

Word count: 1246

Description: Today you’re visiting Rosie! You can’t wait to see what kind of sweet fun she has planned for you! (Fluff) TW: Brief mentions of Cannibal Colony and blood. Nothing graphic!

Chocolate Cake

You skipped through Cannibal Colony, not the least bit concerned by the sight of blood and bone giving the quaint town its name.  The friendly waves and wide smiles of the residents only encouraged you further, to take your time and admire the scenery of gazebos, brick roads, and horse-drawn carriages.  Despite being a residence characterized by a…unique diet, Cannibal Town remained one of the kindest, most hospitable places in Hell.  

A particular building, a particular person really, drew you further and further down the road.  Rosie’s Emporium, which was adequately named for the Overlord who ran it and the rest of the colony, sat right in the center of the town.  It was one of your favorite places in the entire Underworld.  The place was never short on intriguing products; groceries, clothing, toys, games, decor–pretty much every kind of merchandise could be found in the endless aisles.  It meant exploration, playtime, gifts…and most importantly quality time with Rosie.

You were on the way to visit her now as a matter of fact!  Your weekly appearance at the Emporium had blessedly arrived today.  Auntie Rosie always made such nice plans for the two of you; sometimes helping out in the shop by arranging flowers or displays, sometimes having a tea party in her penthouse above the store, sometimes going on your very own outing to somewhere else in Hell.  Auntie Rosie made the very best surprises in your opinion, knowing exactly what things  you did like, and avoided the things that might make you nervous (she always talked with you ahead of time if you were doing something new!)

So, as you rounded the last corner and arrived on Main Street, where Rosie’s Emporium sat in all its glory, you picked up the pace and hurried to the front doors.  You pushed open the opaque glass doors, immediately greeted by the polite, happy chatter of residents doing their shopping, parading footsteps, and the familiar smell of the place (sugar, spice, and everything nice, flowers, blended with the softest hints of charcoal and meat.)

As soon as you entered the familiar scene, all your worries melted away, fading into your subconscious.  In their place, a soft, fuzzy peacefulness and wonder nestled itself in the forefront, driving you through the busy crowds.  Auntie Rosie was waiting for you at the back, she always did!  But there were so many people between here and there, so many people bumping into you and you couldn’t see Auntie, were you lost–?

“Darling, there you are!  Over here!” a so familiar and saving voice called from somewhere ahead of you.

You already felt too big and too small all at once, but you craned your neck around the people to see Auntie Rosie only a few feet away from you, sitting at one of the tea tables in the far corner.  Your eyes widened in relief and excitement, and now with a boost in confidence, you pushed through the rest of the overstimulating crowd until you arrived at her side.

“Auntie!  Auntie!” you cheered.

You practically buzzed with excitement as the distance between you closed, and squealed in delight when Rosie scooped you up and gathered you in her lap.  She tickled under your chin, earning a happy giggle, then straightened your hair fondly.

“Hello there, dear.  I have fun plans for us; are you ready?”

“Uh huh!” you smiled so widely you were sure that the Radio Demon would have approved.

“Wonderful!  How would you like to help me with some baking?”

You nodded rapidly, smile holding steady.  Auntie Rosie always helped you scoop the ingredients, and you got to dump them into the bowl, and stir!  And when they were all done, and not too hot, she would let you have a sweet treat before nap!

“Let’s go upstairs then.  I went grocery shopping yesterday so we have all the ingredients for a cake; how does that sound?”

“M’kay!  Can it have ‘trawberry frosting?  And chocolate?” you inquired, licking your lips at the delectable thought.

“What a nice idea, dear,” Rosie agreed, the twinkle in her dark eyes matching yours.

Hand-in-hand, you soon arrived in Rosie’s apartment above the Emporium.  Here, the chatter and business of the customers faded away, as did the pressure to keep up appearances.  Even if the Colony residents were used to seeing you around and pinned to Rosie’s side, you couldn’t help the nagging nervousness to remain as outwardly mature as possible.  But here, now alone with your Caregiver, your thumb found its way to your mouth and you wandered to the living room to snag your favorite stuffie before baking.  Yes, there was risk it could get dirty, but Auntie Rosie would help you give them a bath afterward if any stray flour stuck to their fur.

“Come along, dear.  We need to wash hands before we can start,” Rosie called you back to the cozy kitchen, where she was already gathering the flour, sugars, milk, and eggs.  

You hurried back, bouncing with every energetic stride.  Upon reaching her side, Rosie guided your thumb out of your mouth, replaced it with a clean teether, and led you to the sink.  She helped you wash your hands thoroughly, foamy, slippery soap sliding between you fingers; and you giggled at the ticklish sensation.

“Let’s get started now, darling,” Rosie said after drying your hands and bringing you to the adjectant countertop.  She passed you a big wooden spoon and slid an empty bowl in front of you, which would soon be filled with all sorts of sweet things that made up cake batter.  

Within minutes, you and your stuffie were covered in flour and egg whites.  Though Rosie did a good job of keeping everything orderly, she couldn’t help the inevitable sloshing of batter that came with an enthused Little stirring.  She remained patient, and wiped off your fingers whenever they got too dirty.  She even took care to move your plush away from any ingredients that could stain it, and kept up with dusting off the baking powder and sugar it got into.  

Many chaotic minutes later, Rosie poured the thick mixture into the pan, then slid it into the oven.  The scent of chocolate lingered in the air still, and you knew from experience the delicious smell would stay for the rest of the day.  Your mouth watered, already wishing for a taste of the cake.  Thankfully, you wouldn’t have to wait long.

“Time to clean up, dear,” Auntie Rosie told you as she closed the oven door.  “I have an important job just for you.”

She smiled mischievously as she returned to your side, passing you the spatula, still covered in chocolate gooiness.  Your eyes widened in excitement as you popped your pacifier out of your mouth and extended your hands with a appreciative squeal. 

“T’ank you,” you cheered, immediately taking a large lick.

Given Auntie Rosie’s laugh, you knew some had smeared over your face.  You paid it no mind, too worried about the treat in hand.  You would wipe off your face later!  (Or, rather, Rosie would wipe your mouth with a washcloth while you attempted to lick the remaining chocolate away)

“How is it, love?  Did we make a good cake?” Rosie asked.

“Perfect,” you replied, before trying to dodge the wet cloth she had prepared.  Even if Rosie managed to get you clean now, she would definitely have her work cut out for her when you made the frosting!

[mydeerfellow]

Ye Mighty, Lay Down Your Arms

synopsis:

Rosie, as a professional fixer-upper, just wants to fix up Alastor. Inside AND out. Alastor just wants a few stitches, not the Spanish Inquisition. Vox just wants to play N64

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It took a special sort of stupidity to cross into the Cannibal Colony with an open wound, where even the youngest child had a nose as good as any dog, and the populace was prone to swarming any potential meal. Yet, Alastor didn’t have much choice, and so he hurried his pace as well as he could without spraying blood everywhere, which would be problematic on a number of levels.

Truthfully, the wound itself was something Alastor probably could have handled on his own with a mirror and steady hands. The problem was his current lack of steady hands, and the fact that he couldn’t look at the damage without hearing his own heart pounding in his ears.

The problem was that Alastor did not want to be alone at the moment, but he also didn’t want to put on airs for the rest of the night in front of a group of ecstatic fools.

He needed to exist without a facade for a few hours to lick his wounds and compose himself, and for that, he needed Rosie.

“Ugh, I smelled you coming from half a mile. What are you doing, walking in the rain? You and the drama, I swear.” The door opened before Alastor had reached it, and he didn’t protest when he was hauled into the darkened emporium by the elbow, then led diligently up to the living quarters above. “In, in, come on. Take off your jacket, I’ll get it cleaned.” He was herded through the familiar-feeling kitchen and straight into the bathroom, catching a glimpse of some fresh hands sitting half-chopped next to a stock pot. “Now, don’t be a baby.” Rosie scolded preemptively.

Alastor tried to ask why, but he was interrupted when she yanked his dress shirt off his skin, peeling the half-dry blood that had been holding things together. He uttered a muffled shout and pulled back, which apparently fit Rosie’s definition of a baby, based on her thunderous expression.

Defeated without a word, Alastor sat on the edge of the old-style tub, balancing a bit precariously on the rim of it. He stared at the ceiling, practically relishing in dropping the act, even for an hour. Of course he continued to smile, but it was flat and unaffected. After a few seconds, he blinked hard and refocused on Rosie. “Hello.” He laughed sheepishly.

“Hello to you, sweetheart!” She replied warmly, raising her brows. “I guess it all worked out in the end, didn’t it?” As always, Rosie didn’t pry, even though she was clearly interested and had a stake in the whole venture. Alastor loved her for it.

Alastor flexed his fingers and uttered a laugh that was more of a heavy tsk. “It did, as far as I can tell. I had hoped it would.” He replied curtly, uncomfortably aware that even his voice was flat and tired. The radio effect was too hard to keep up when his body was trying to stitch itself back together and the primary catalyst of his power was in pieces.

“Alastor, darling, only you would pick a fight with an angel and have the absolute gall to come back alive and still cry about not winning.” Rosie laughed. “Is that all this is? Embarrassment?” She poked playfully, and Alastor felt his ire rising like a viper, catching a light in his eyes even as he caught himself before snapping at Rosie, who stilled immediately. She gave a sympathetic smile. “Not just that, then. Are you gonna tell me, or do I have to guess?”

Both were plausible, because Rosie was better at putting feelings into words than Alastor was. Whenever he tried, he ended up flustered, or trying desperately to dance around talking about the actual issue.

“I can’ttell you.” Alastor said flatly. There was a crack in the ceiling that was going to drive him to madness.

Rosie tutted. “Ugh, of course you can’t. Always with the secrets. And the mystery.”

There was a fork in the road that Alastor hadn’t anticipated. He had the opportunity to blissfully brush Rosie’s questions off as he usually did, allowing her to believe it was simply for the sake of drama. Or this was one of the few opportunities he would ever get to confide… withoutconfiding at all, thus maintaining the damnable deal. “I can’t tell you.” He repeated.

“Yes, you said that.”

“I can’t tell you.”

“I know, sweethe— oh.” He didn’t bother looking at her face, mostly because he didn’t want to see her expression. It was humiliating enough for the knowledge to be shared at all. “Oh, I see.” There was a rustle of fabric and then Rosie was sitting beside him on the edge of the tub. “Well, let’s address what we can fix, shall we? No sense crying over spilled blood.” She tutted, taking in the ugly wound. Most of the bruising on his back and shoulders had faded to sickly yellow skin, but the open wound was still festering, bleeding in spots.

Alastor sensed that Rosie was on the cusp of saying something else before she reconsidered and merely set about pouring hot water into a shallow dish, muttering something about her sewing kit. That was what he liked best about Rosie - she was smart enough to glean what she needed to know from what Alastor was willing to say, and she was, unlike most, content with her answers rarely being answered directly. “You know, you won’t like hearing this, but you really are lucky you didn’t end up in two very cute pieces.” Rosie pointed out, moseying around the overlarge bathroom, which was so unnecessarily decadent it was nearly comical. She started to rummage in a cabinet on the far side of the room. “Lucky for you, I always stock up before Exterminations.” She canted her head with a beaming smile, brandishing several small mason jars.

“I know.” He smiled back, feeling slightly relieved already by the weight off his shoulders, knowing there was at least one person aware of his predicament. “I’m surprised your contact is still alive.” Alastor admitted with some interest, taking the first jar from her and sniffing it. The paste inside was pungent, but distinctly fresh-smelling, and when he scooped some out, it was a pleasant forest green color. It stung the shit out of his chest when he applied it, but Alastor knew better than to doubt anything Rosie advised.

“Oh, no! The first one’s been dead for years, darling. Ugh, bless him. Frederick. Sweet boy, very tender.” Rosie corrected with a hoot of laughter. “If you paid any attention to politics outside the Pentagram, you’d know that plenty of hellborn demons are happy to help!” She held out the second jar, which smelled like the ocean… or as close to it as Alastor could remember. “They’re always flicking back and forth to Earth anyway, so it’s not hard for them to pick up some ingredients! Especially hellhounds - their noses are perfect for this kind of thing.” She noticed the way Alastor’s lips curled at the mention of hellhounds and absently slapped the back of his hand. “Oh stop. Keep your biases to yourself.”

Alastor rolled his eyes but didn’t reply, because Rosie was correct and it was a personal bias that kept him from wanting anything to do with hellhounds. Alastor didn’t like the way they looked, or the way they smelled, or the way they sometimes made doggish sounds when he least expected it. “Are you not going to pry even a little?” He asked instead, sounding amused.

“Would that make you feel better?”

“Not particularly.”

“Would you be able to answer anythingI asked.”

“Probably not.”

“Well, then that answers your question!” Rosie chirped, clapping her hands down on her lap as she sat next to him again. “I do wonder what in hell would possess you to do something so stupid, but…” She patted his shoulder fondly, and Alastor had no desire to rip out her throat for touching his bare skin. In fact, he amiably leaned into her side. “Well, stupid is as stupid does, as I always say! You’ve always got your reasons, even if they’re shit.” Rosie chuckled, then gently squeezed him against her side in a loose hug. “I suppose the only real question that matters is if you’re okay.”

Alastor was abruptly brought back to his first meeting with Rosie, when he’d been in Hell less than a week and practically crawling between hunger and pain, having stumbled from one bad situation to the next for days on end. Frankly, Alastor attributed much of his current success to Rosie’s kindness in those first months when he had nothing to offer her and she still chose to house him and feed him.

Rosie was good. Rosie had his trust.

“No.” He admitted softly, after enough time had passed that Rosie looked surprised. “No.” Alastor shook his head, feeling his heart speeding up and starting to skip a beat or two along the way. “I don’t want to die.” He elaborated in a high, panicky tone, dragging a hand through his hair as his ears flattened against his scalp. The room felt small and airless. Wasn’t there a window in here? Why was it so hot? “I don’t want to die. I don’t want to be at a disadvantage every single time.” Alastor added, speaking faster as his panic finally caught up with him, feeling like he had a knot tied around his throat, cutting off his breath. “I’m weak like this! I’m— they— I don’t need—” His voice crackled with interference and his eyes took turns ticking.

Rosie, who knew what to do in every situation, patted his hand calmly and was content to sit and wait as seconds crackled by. Eventually, when she seemed sure he wouldn’t sprint out of the room like a hunted animal, Rosie spoke up. “Well… I think that’s the risk you took, sweetheart, doing what you did. Aw, now don’t look at me like that.” She tutted when he wheeled on her with unprocessed anger brewing in his face. “I’m not saying what you’re feeling is wrong! It’s not! You think you’re the only one who’s probably scared to death with all this going on? Hah. Honey, please.”

“I’m weak.” He repeated hoarsely.

“To who? Some two thousand year old angel? Honey, we’re all weak next to that!” Rosie chided gently. “Or do you mean your deal?”

He couldn’t confirm it even if he wanted to, but his sullen look seemed to speak volumes.

“Hmm. Well, I guess that’s a little trickier…” Rosie sighed, standing up and pulling a small stool over from the corner so she could sit in front of Alastor. “What are you going to do about it?”

“I don’t know.” He said tightly, lifting his chin so she could start sewing his skin together without his nose in the way. He sighed at the ceiling. “I don’t know. I can’t find a backdoor.”

“Mm, well, you know what they say: Every deal’s got a backdoor.” Rosie reminded him as she set to work. “I’m sure yours is no different. You just need to find it.”

Alastor winced at the first poke of the needle. “And what if there is no backdoor?” He wondered bleakly.

“Then you’re stuck, and you might as well learn to live with it.” Rosie laughed. “Not what you wanna hear, I know, but you could be doing worse for yourself, Alastor. Look where you are. Who you’re there with!” The needle dipped a little deeper than before and he hissed softly. Rosie didn’t seem to care as she chattered on. “That Charlie’s a little peach! A bit naive, maybe, but she’s got a good head on her shoulders. Stick with her, and I think it’ll work out.”

Alastor sighed, because Rosie was right (as usual), but that didn’t make her advice any less grating on his nerves. “Well, at least that won’t be a struggle” He muttered bitterly, then dragged a hand through his hair again, anxiously mussing his ears. “Maybe.” Alastor added as a brooding afterthought, knowing better than to try predicting the mind of any demon besides himself. The one holding his leash could change their mind on a whim, and he wouldn’t have any say in the matter.

Rosie hummed thoughtfully as she knotted the last stitch and nipped off the thread. “I see.” She suddenly had a third jar of something-or-other in her hand and dabbed it on the stitching. It smelled spicy. Foreign. It made Alastor think of some far-flung desert. “It’s interesting that you would say it like that.” Rosie laughed softly, taking his hand in hers before Alastor could think to pull away. “It’s so odd to see you worried. You really are fond of that little hotel, aren’t you?”

He immediately bristled, taking offense at the suggestion that he was blinded by misplaced affection for a plan that was, at best, wildly unrealistic. Alastor tried to yank his hand away, but Rosie had a grip of iron when she wanted, and he had a better chance of cutting his hand off than getting it back from her. “Oh stop, sweetheart. You’re so dramatic!” Rosie sighed irritably. “I wasn’t insulting you, so you can put your incorrigible male pride away for the time being. It’s not a sin to be fond of people you live with!”

“I’m not—”

“Dear.”

“I do not—”

“Darling.”

“I just—”

“Sweetie-Pie.”

“I’ve never—”

“Alastor.” He looked up at her sudden shift in tone. “Shut up, honey. You know how much I hate it when you lie. It’s an insult to our friendship.” Her smile was an unpleasant, jagged, and anxiety-inducing thing. Alastor deflated rapidly, ears flat against his head and shoulders sinking. “Thank you, sweetie.” She patted his shoulder warmly. “I think we’ve got you about as patched up as you’ll ever be.” She added as an afterthought, standing up and wandering out of the bathroom for a few moments, giving Alastor a chance to catch his breath, eyes pinched shut and expression pained by more than just the searing wound on his chest. Out in the main room, Rosie was talking (mainly to herself) about how happy she was to help.

“Of course, there isn’t much I can do for your silly little stick.” Rosie was still chattering away as she came back with his shirt and jacket, both meticulously cleaned.

“I didn’t expect you to.” Alastor laughed curtly as he pulled on his dress shirt, grimacing when the stitches strained against flesh. “That’s the next stop.”

“Well, best to get it all over with in one fell swoop, isn’t that right? No need to drag out your own suffering.”

Alastor shuffled his arms into his jacket, adjusting his clothes until he felt presentable enough to leave the sanctity of Rosie’s luxurious bathroom. “Oh, I don’t know. I imagine it’s going to be dragged out whether I like it or not.” He raised his brows at her significantly and she had the decency to at least appear sympathetic. “I continue to suffer for the fact that I have ever agreed to any deals.” He couldn’t help whining one last time as he was shuffled towards the door.

“Oh stop. It’s what, twelve hours? You can handle that! Look at you! You survived an angel, I think you can handle a television.” Rosie pulled him into a tight hug that Alastor reciprocated after a pause. “The door’s always open if you need it. Tell Vox I sent him kisses.” She added cheerfully.

Alastor grimaced. “See you in twelve hours.” He muttered, sucking in a long-suffering breath as he nudged open the door with his hip and slipped out onto the street, begrudgingly making eye contact with the stupid drone that was eagerly floating around in the pissing rain, one red light flashing rhythmically, just in case he needed even more confirmation that Vox was being, as the children would say, a fucking creeper.

“Well, you’re going to have to wait. I’m not tolerating you until I’ve eaten.” Alastor bared his teeth at the floating camera in what was more a snarl than a smile. “And I am not going to that ludicrous eyesore of a tower.” The drone, of course, didn’t speak, but Alastor was more than capable of having a one-sided argument with the fool on the other side of the camera. “You maycome to the hotel in one hour. Assess the damage and we can go from there.” He pinched the bridge of his nose irritably, unable to fully comprehend that he was still forced to adhere to a deal he’d agreed to almost sixty years ago.

Frankly, the fact that Vox still held onto it was pathetic… though Alastor had togrudgingly admit that he had no idea what he would do if he was left to his own devices with the tangle of wire and magic that was his microphone.

“You can go now.” He waved his hand at the drone, which made an unbearably happy trill with its motor as it followed him down the street. “Do you think I’ve forgotten how this works? You fix my cane and I go along with whatever absolute idiocy youforce upon me for twelve hours.” Alastor pointed angrily at the drone, which continued whirring cheerfully until a tendril of darkness crawled around it, sending it clattering onto the pavement. “That twelve hours starts when I say it does. Not when you feel most aggravating.” The drone blinked a few more times as the tentacle overcame its sensors and Alastor’s shape started to morph into something lanky and dark. “You may come to the hotel in one hour. Any earlier than that and ł’ⱠⱠ ₥₳₭Ɇ ɎØɄ ⱤɆ₲ⱤɆ₮ ł₮.” He snapped his teeth at the drone just before it disappeared into the void, then pulled back with an aggrieved sigh, losing all his ponce and drama immediately.

It was going to be a very long night.

[arcandoria]

Open Road Emporium Updates!

The Boho Pants, Pacyfica Swim Shorts and Pacyfica Swim Trunks have all received Garment Support!

Boho Pants: The Gymfiend and Adonis refits also received GS.

Pacyfica Swim Shorts: The vanilla no bulge mesh replacer also received GS.

Pacyfica Swim Trunks: Gymfiend refit also received GS, and an Adonis refit with GS has been added.

ACM paths/appearances were also provided in the pinned posts of the mods.

[ PANTS | SHORTS | TRUNKS ]

[daitranscripts]

Varric Conversation

I Have a Personal Question

Varric Masterpost

PC: Can I ask you something, Varric?

Varric: You want to talk about me? I’m flattered. Also, inclined toward extravagant lies.

1 - Dialogue options:

General: How do you know Cassandra? [2]

General: Where are you from? [3]

General: What do you do? [4]

General: Tell me about the crossbow. [5]

General: That’s all for now. [6]

2 - General: How do you know Cassandra? PC: How do you and Cassandra know each other? Varric: You heard about the Kirkwall chantry being destroyed? The guy responsible used to be a friend of mine. The Seeker had questions about that, and I had answers.

3 - General: Where are you from? PC: Are you from Ferelden? Orlais? Varric: Free Marches. Born and raised in Kirkwall. And despite whatever you’ve heard, no. Kirkwall’s not that bad.

4 - General: What do you do? PC: I’m not clear on your line of work. You’re a merchant? Varric: I’m a businessman. My family has a seat in the Dwarven Merchants Guild. Merchants buy and sell goods. Businessmen buy and sell stores. In my spare time, I manage a spy network. And occasionally, I write books.

7 - Dialogue options:

Investigate: Could you do Leliana’s job? [8]

Investigate: What books do you write? [9]

Investigate: What shops do you own? [10]

[Back to 1]

8 - Investigate: Could you do Leliana’s job? PC: If you’ve run a spy network, why is Leliana our spymaster? Varric: To be honest with you, she’s just a better spymaster. The truly great ones can keep their distance. They don’t get attached to their people. Me? I always wind up babysitting my informants and worrying about their families. We’re in better hands with her.

9 - Investigate: What books do you write? PC: You’re an author? What kind of books have you written? Varric: I’ve tried my hand at a few genres. My crime serials are my most popular. Hard in Hightown. Guards breaking the rules to get things done. The Tale of the Champion is the most famous thing I’ve written. Or infamous, maybe.

Varric (before Guilty Pleasure): I started a romance serial once. Swords & Shields. But to be honest, I don’t have the knack for romances. Varric (after Guilty Pleasure): And, well, you already know about Swords & Shields. To be honest, it’s not a great serial. I don’t have the knack for romances.

Varric: Most of my stories end in tragedy. Probably that says something unfortunate about me personally.

10 - Investigate: What shops do you own? PC: What sort of shops do you own? Varric: Actually, we don’t own shops. That was just an example. Mostly, we invest in money lenders. Auction houses, a few mercenary companies, a couple of smithies. I think we own half a beet plantation in Rivain somewhere. Most of that’s my brother’s doing. Bartrand had business sense. Not much tact, but loads of business sense.

5 - General: Tell me about the crossbow. PC: Where did you get that crossbow? I’ve never seen one like it. Varric: Bianca? She’s one of a kind.

Varric: I won her from Paragon Smith Branka in a game of Wicked Grace. She was such a sore loser. Ran off to the Deep Roads in a huff, and that was the last anyone saw of her.

Varric: Funny story. I bought a salvaged ship and found her locked in a dragonbone-reinforced chest in the hold. I broke three dozen lockpicks and blunted nine saws opening that trunk, but it was worth it.

Varric: I got her off a guy in Darktown. Took me a week to pry his dead fingers off the stock.

Varric: There’s a hidden shop in Kirkwall called the Black Emporium. I found her in a barrel labeled “swag.” The owner sold her to me for a ham sandwich and a pair of yellow ruffled pants.

Dialogue options:

Investigate: Why “Bianca”? [11]

[Back to 1]

12 - Investigate: Why “Bianca”? PC: Who is she named for? Varric: I can’t tell you.

Dialogue options:

Investigate: Why not? [12]

[Back to 1]

12 - Investigate: Why not? PC: And the reason for that is… Varric: Complicated. It’s the one story I’ll never tell. We’ll just have to leave it at that.

6 - General: That’s all for now. PC: Thanks, Varric. Varric: No problem.

[phykios]

Review: "We Visit the Garden Gnome Emporium"; "I Plunge to my Death"; "A God Buys Us Cheeseburgers"

Hey y'all! I'm back. It took a while to write this review, and not just because I had a busy holiday season. The more I tried to consider episodes 3 and 4, the more I realized that a lot of my critiques of them were things I had already touched on in the last two–poor exposition, bad lighting, rushed plot, etc–and so it felt a little redundant to say the same thing all over again. Luckily (or unluckily, depending on how annoying you find me), episode 5 was such a cut above over the rest of the season, I finally have new things to say! With that in mind, the format of this review will be a little different, as I will compare the episodes side by side, rather than consider each one individually. 

For a brief, brief recap, the three episodes follow fairly similar plot beats: the trio travels a little, meets a mythological being that tries to mess with their heads, then they all try to sacrifice themselves for the good of the quest before figuring out an alternate way to win. This isn’t a criticism, by the way–the book chapters have similar formats, and repetitive framing is a great way of demonstrating character growth. And of course, there’s no better way to spruce up a travel montage with a little lore dump. 

What makes for effective exposition? It’s a delicate balancing act between making sure that the information you need to get across gets to the viewer, but not letting them know that you’ve done it. “Show, don’t tell” is the most common expository technique, and for good reason–information is better retained and more effective when it’s not delivered to you like someone reading off cue cards. And it’s most effective when it’s withheld until just the right moment. PJO TV is not… great at this. It’s mostly little things, one-off little lines, like Luke saying “I’m the best swordsman” or “Annabeth is the smartest,” but there are some more egregious examples, mostly with Chiron explaining the world to Percy. This, I get, and it’s not like Riordan did it that much more elegantly in the books. But I’m more annoyed about Luke info-dumping than anybody else.  

I was re-reading The Lightning Thief for several reasons, and one of the things about Luke is that he keeps things very close to the chest. It’s partly to conceal his villainy, but it also makes sense from a psychological standpoint, hiding his emotions not only to keep everyone from finding out the truth about him, but also to recruit kids for the upcoming war. Luke only opens up about what happened to him and Thalia once: at the very end of the book, just before he tries to kill Percy. It’s a powerful moment–the specter of Thalia haunts Percy throughout the book, the ideal of a hero he’s afraid he’ll never be able to measure up to, and we find out that she’s been haunting Luke as well, but for very different reasons. (She haunts the TV show as well, which I like very much–I just hope it pays off!) We are shown hints of his darker side earlier, but withholding the heel turn until now, and pairing it with the first time we see him actually talk about himself, is part of what makes this scene so good and so heinous at the same time. The first time we get glimpses of Luke’s true self, his motivations and what drives him, is the same moment where he crosses the line. And in the meantime, TV!Luke just lets it all hang out. 

Consider: 

Before camp, I was on the road. Me and a forbidden kid I met along the way. Her name was Thalia… A long time ago, Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades agreed their children were becoming too powerful, so they made a pact not to father any more. And it held for a long time, until Zeus broke that pact. Until Thalia. A forbidden kid attracts trouble. Monsters everywhere, it's just a constant battle to stay alive. One day, we, uh, find this little girl hiding in an alley. Annabeth. We were worried about taking her in, exposing her to all that danger. Then we saw her fight. Thalia didn't make it. But Annabeth and me... we did. And we've been family ever since… Annabeth is the strongest warrior in camp. The only way left to prove herself is to go on a quest. [S1E2, “I Become Supreme Lord of the Bathroom”]

Why is he saying all this? Is it for Percy’s benefit, or the audience’s? What does this reveal about Luke’s character? What about this monologue reveals what Luke actually thinks about the pact, or Thalia’s death, or even Annabeth? We’re told he sees her like family, but what does he do to show us? 

For contrast, here’s Ares’ lore dump a few episodes later:

You're new to the family, young one, so let me fill you in on how we work. See, years before I was born, my grandpa Kronos ate my aunts and uncles. Yeah. Then my dad made him puke them back up, then chopped him into a million pieces and chucked 'em into a bottomless pit, so that kinda set the tone right outta the gate. Olympians fight. We betray. We backstab. We will push anyone down a flight of stairs to get ahead. And that's why I love my family so much. My dad knows he's not getting this bolt back with quests or goose chases. He knows there's a war coming. And in reality, I think he's okay with that. I think he feels it's just time for a war, so we're gonna have a war. Isn't that great? [S1E5, “A God Buys Us Cheeseburgers”]

What does this reveal about Ares’ character? That he loves violence, and that the threat of war is exciting. That he doesn’t exactly hold his family in high regard. That this is something that is central to who the gods are. All of this is supported by Adam Copeland’s performance, which is flippant, funny, and immature. The details work in concert to show us who Ares is and what he wants, all without ever having him say it out loud. 

For all of its clumsiness, though, I actually really like Grover’s little monologue about the nature of questing as we follow the kids into New York City in episode 3. It has a very Fellowship of the Ring vibe (which I’m pretty sure is deliberate) which fits on a meta-level too, with Percy Jackson in conversation with epic stories of the past.

But you know what wasn’t in conversation with the past? The shortest Medusa battle ever recorded. 

I’m being a little hyperbolic for comedy’s sake, but genuinely I hated the Medusa fight. Not the Medusa backstory–sidestepping the sexual assault in a middle-grade book was the correct choice, and it’s not like a post-#MeToo Medusa is a shocking or novel idea–but not only should the fight have been at least twice as long, it was missing a full fourth of the mythological ingredients. The mythical Perseus has four gifts: the sword, the mirror shield, the helm of invisibility, and the winged sandals. The book reinterprets the shield as a glass ball. And the show doesn’t use it at all. Is this a nitpicky critique? Maybe. But some of Percy Jackson’s strongest moments are the reinterpretation of mythological scenes, and for those to work, you should incorporate the key details. 

Also, again, cannot stress this enough, it was way too short. At least the Echidna fight scene had some blocking involved. And acting. 

Speaking of acting, I will say that it’s very consistently well done. I think the kids are more than holding their own against the adults, and they walk the line between playing maturity and still being young very well, which is a very difficult thing to do. In fact, rarely is the acting ever a problem. Because, once again, it’s the writing that makes it fall short. 

Let’s do another comparison: Percy sending off Medusa’s head and Percy and Annabeth with Hephaestus’ chair. One is from the books, and one is new. Both are given the appropriate amount of weight in the episode’s runtime. Both are well-acted, well-blocked, well-scored. But the new scene feels out of place to me. Part of the problem is that, being a scene lifted from the books, Percy sending off Medusa’s head feels earned and supported by the material of the last few episodes. He’s pissed at his dad for ignoring him, and pissed that the gods are forcing him to do all this nonsense for reasons he only barely understands. Of course he’s going to foist a magical WMD on them. 

But the chair scene doesn’t have that prior support. Consider: 

Eat or be eaten. Power and glory and nothing else matters. Ares is that way, Zeus is that way, my mother is that way. He isn't that way. He's better than that. Maybe I was that way once. But I don't wanna be that way anymore. I won't be like all of you. I just won't. [S1E5, “A God Buys Us Cheeseburgers”]

In a vacuum, this would be a great scene. Walker’s fear is palpable and real, and Leah delivers a heartfelt performance in anguish at her friend’s supposed fate. That’s all well and good, except that these characters have known each other for… what, three days? A week? And for all her talk of glory, Annabeth dispensed with that idea pretty much right out the gate, as she killed a Fury rather than hand Percy over to Alecto. She tries to sacrifice herself for the quest all the time. What power and glory is she seeking? 

This is an excellent scene that unfortunately doesn’t belong in this season. This scene, as my dear @frenchswissborder pointed out, does not belong after the Thrill Ride of Love (before the Zoo Truck scene as well!) but instead feels like it should be in the Battle of the Labyrinth’s Mt. St Helen confession scene. Putting it there at least would build on three years of friendship, rather than a handful of days of not annoying each other. 

I don’t mind new scenes. I want new scenes. If I wanted a one-to-one adaptation, I’d just read the books again. But the new scenes have to matter. They have to bring something new to the table. Let me put it this way: when The Lightning Thief musical said, “Fuck it, Cerberus is a DJ,” it was both leaning into its own medium as musical theater and riffing on the idea of the underworld being under a recording studio. When PJO TV says, “Fuck it, exposition time,” it feels like they’re reading off Mythomagic card stats. 

What makes an adaptation great, in my opinion, is how well it speaks to the subtext of the original work. The musical is excellent at this, in particular how it uses the conventions of musical theater to highlight the parallels between Percy and Luke by giving them variations on the same “I Want” song. Where PJO TV shines is how it speaks to the subtext of abusive adults. Abuse of children is sadly not always so obvious, and I like how the Mist lets Alecto, Echidna, and Ares act pretty much with impunity. They are predators, and they are able to move without fear of detection. This even applies to Medusa, too, having her pretend to offer Percy a way out, when she really is only interested in herself and her needs. 

But, as the show tends to do, this only causes the story to kneecap itself by neutering Gabe as an abusive figure. I understand why it is this way, as book Sally, for all her kind and loving nature, wasn’t exactly written with a backbone. Part of this, I assume, is just that The Lightning Thief was published in 2005, and that a) the conversation around intimate partner abuse simply was not in the mainstream, and b) Riordan just got better at female characters over time. So the trade-off is that by making Sally a more formidable, dynamic character in the show, they had to dial down Gabe’s uglier, abusive nature–which is going to be really awkward in a few episodes when Sally kills him just for the crime of being annoying. 

Stray thoughts: 

Just taking a moment here to say that I think the set design has been really gorgeous so far. Shout out in particular to the attic in the Big House!

I’m only just noticing this now, but the trunk of Thalia’s pine tree looks like there’s a human in there–bent knee, arms outstretched, head bowed–and I think that’s awesome. 

The idea of monsters sensing a demigod’s weakness and responding to that is so good, and I’m taking it. 

Earlier versions of this review had a long and annoying rant about Medusa’s origins, so allow me to tl;dr: there is no original Medusa myth. Ovid’s Medusa myth in Metamorphoses comes about 800 years after Hesiod’s Theogony, which comes after Homer’s Iliad. It’s not a question of Ovid against Hesiod against Homer, it’s a question of these authors plus thousands of pieces of pottery depicting hundreds of variations on the Medusa myth, and we cannot definitively say which one is the source of the myth. That said, I don’t dislike a #MeToo Medusa, I just mostly hate the discourse around it.

It’s nice to see some architecture nerd Annabeth, but between the way the show glosses over it, and the lack of crippling arachnophobia, her character is being reduced too much to “prideful” for my tastes. It’s not that Annabeth isn’t prideful, obviously, it’s just that she has more dimension to her than the show is currently presenting. 

Annabeth and Grover throwing water on Percy like a beached whale is very funny, but it did make me realize that they haven’t introduced nectar/ambrosia in the show. Maybe they’re saving it for the finale? 

Ares calling them all cousins makes me extremely happy. This was something that Riordan did in the early books, but he kind of petered off, presumably so as not to imply weird pseudo-incestuous things once Percabeth started, but I always loved it.

I’m saving the Percy and Annabeth relationship breakdown until after the season, but it is coming! (But I am sad that “seaweed brain” came out of nowhere :( we just rolled right over it!)

The lighting is really bad, especially in the dark, and I am learning to live with it, but I am not happy about it. 

Aryan is the breakout actor of the trio, in my opinion. Playing awkward is so, so easy to overdo, but he brings a sincerity and a quickwittedness to Grover that I absolutely adore–he’s a sweet kid, and he’s clearly scared, but he knows when to summon his courage and do the brave thing for him and his friends. 

Also here are some screencaps that I like. They don’t have anything to do with the review, I just think they’re neat :3 (IDs/thots in the alt)

[lairofdragonagelore]

The Strange Idol [analysis]

A compilation of what we know and what we can speculate about the old “Strange Idol”.

[This post belongs to the series “Analysis and speculation of Statues”]

This is a mysterious statue that has appeared in DA2 and DAI in different contexts. In DA2, we find it in three places:  The Harimann’s house basement, atop of the Sundermount, and inside Dumat’s Temple. Its resemblance in style  [shape of limbs, decoration, lines, material] to the Red Idol is worth noting. I already wrote an extensive post about “DA2: The Strange Idol” but I wanted to make a summary here with brief speculations supported by the knowledge of the recent published comics. To understand the context of the idol in DA2 in detail, I suggest reading that post. As I always repeat, DA lore adds a lot when you have the context in which it appears [and also helps you not to go deep into wild theories].

Where do we find this statue in DA games?

It appears for the first time in Merril’s Quest [read Merril and the Eluvian], inside a cave atop of the Sundermount.

In Sebastian’s Quest, placed in the Basement of Harimann’s mansion which turned out to be an ancient Tevinter Ruin. Thanks to Tevinter Nights book we know that having buildings undergrounf was/is a Tevinter costume that keeps existing in Mintharous.  We also know that Kirkwall, historically, has a lot of ruins and chambers below the city itself. This allowed Tevinter mages to do forbidden research or unsafe magic or have cult activities without the authorities’ knowledge.

In a humble temple deep into the Deep Roads, at the base of the tower-prison where Corypheus is held.

It also appears several times in the Black Emporium of DA2, behind and over the mirror of transformation. 

It appears in a cave that you have access by following the Old Chantry Trail Sign, in Western Approach. In there, we learn it’s warm to the touch and has a pulse.

His face appears in some walls along Din'an Hanin, and it’s the central statue in the Elandrin’s Tomb.

Its face appears in the mural the “Removal of the Vallaslin”, located in Elven Mountain Ruins ,  Forgotten Sanctuary

The raw information

So far, details that are worth noticing about this idol:

It has many limbs: two legs and four arms. Other multi-limbered creatures in DA universe are Varterrals [ read DLC: Witch Hunt and The Missing for more varterral’s information], some demons like the envy one, Xenon [ owner of the Black Emporium], and some creatures related to elvhenan paintings [read Nation Art: Elvhen] which in some instance may or may not be related to The Horror of Hormak [Personal Speculation].

Its face is monkey-like or a bit toad-like. Its mouth is open, its eyes a bit squinted. For this reason, it can be related to Elgar’nan through the codex  Vir Dirthara: Signs of Victory, [“narrowed eyes and its open, snarling mouth”] which was analysed in the post Ancient Elven codices; Vir Dirthara.

Its chest and stomach have swirls. One can associate swirls all over the games with lyrium or, in DAI, with Veilfire/Fade and elvhenan gods [the dragon statue that represents Myhtal as well as the howling wolf statue that represents Fen’harel both have swirls along their body]. For more details on this aspect, read the section “Spirals and branching lines as Fade, magic, and lyrium” in the post Murals in DAI: Basics

Its limbs have long carvings, like canals, from which something red can be seen. Given the context of being perceived as Dumat, or as Elgar’nan who may have accepted blood from his defeated enemies [as his codices imply a ruthless, violent, dominant behaviour], one can suspect it is dried blood drips. It’s very subtle, but the red lines in them have been present in both designs [in DA2 and DAI, in DAI it looks even more like blood]. We also know that the Elvhenan performed blood magic and it’s highly likely that blood magic was originally from Arlathan [hints of this info in Tarohne, the Fell Grimoire, and Xebenkeck]. So, there are several hints that show that elvhenan know how to bind spirits and how to use blood magic.

In Sebastian’s quest, this idol appears in an underground Tevinter ruin, and has a [desire] demon bind to it.

In Merril’s quest, this idol appears inside Elvhen ruins and has a pride demon bind to it. However, given the context, the statue can be Elven or Tevinter, since the battle of Sundermount caused that both sides would “unleash horrors” in the Waking World [the codex is not too reliable, though, since it speaks of a legend, and it’s “recent history” related to Arlathan; details in Sundermount as an elven graveyard]. We also know that a lot of knowledge about Arlathan has been lost or modified due to time and elven mortality, but we also know that these elves were deeply related to blood magic. If we add the binding culture that Elvhenan had according to DAI [for example, read Ancient Elven codices; The Lost Temple of Dirthamen, and The Lost Temple of Dirthamen - Part 2] we can suspect that this demon was bind to this statue for either faction [with defensive purposes if elven or as a gesture of dominance if Tevinter]. Not necessarily it has to be Tevinter-made. What I mean is that we have enough context to know that this may have been Tevinter or Elvhenan doing. In fact, one can speculate that maybe the original knowledge was Elvhenan and Tevinter just took it as its own as it has always done with elvhenan magical knowledge.

In Merril’s quest, Felandaris appears close to this statue, suggesting that the Veil is very thin in the area [this plant only grows around places where the veil is thin and demon presence is expected].

In DA2, this idol is usually close to strange dragon-skull totems  that, due to the lack of codex, is impossible to associate with Tevinter or Elvhenan. In DAI they are used in the ramparts of Exalted Plains, seen as structures that hold barriers around pits where dead arise. So they seem to be related to [demon/undead] summoning rituals that, so far we know in lore, may be Tevinter or Elvhenan alike.

In DA2:DLC Legacy, we find this idol too, but deep into the Deep Roads, at the bottom of Corypheus’ tower-prison in a small structure that has an “altar of Dumat”. Four plates are placed there, where you have to put four items found along the DLC: a sacrificial dagger, a crown, a ritual scroll, and a sacred Urn. If you give the items, a reward is given [chain of the penitent].  If you defile the altar instead, you will fight some shades, which gives us the idea that this idol is related to demons and/or blood magic, thinning the Veil around it [shades are usually the standard shape that demons take when enter the waking world without possessing living creatures].

In DAI, it appears in a cave of Western Approach where you can place your landmark, and it’s called “The Thing in the Dark” [details in  Western Approach: Old Chantry Trail Signs]. The small message we get in it is “This statue is oddly warm to the touch and shivers slightly, as though it might have a pulse”.  In DA2, Merril could feel something in the statue when the demon was bind to it, so this warm shivering effect may be the concept that some spirit/demon is bind to it. Let’s remember that in DAI we found a lot of things that are warm to the touch and have some pulse/shiver/angry feeling to it that may imply a spirit attached to it [read The Taken Shape set for a list of details about warm, pulsing objects]

In DAI, curiously, his face appears in some walls along Din'an Hanin, which is expected since his main tomb is underground of that ruin, but it also appears in the lower section of the mural “Removal of the Vallaslin” in the ancient elven ruins of Fen’Harel. One of these faces appears as the source of Veilfire.

Design-wise may have some distant similarities with Korth, the Father-mountain of the Avvar, which has [dragon?] horns. 

Speculation section

Similarities with the red lyrium idol

When we find similarities between this statue and the red lyrium idol, I’m not saying they are the same, but they may have similar functions in ancient rituals. Among the similarities, we can notice that figures have carvings along the body.

May the red lines inside the carvings of the Strange Idol not be blood but inactivated red lyrium? 

Why would I say this? The Red lyrium idol has shown, specially in the comic Dark Fortress, to look like a piece of wood [as if it were inactivated red lyrium] unless I’ve been understading it too wrongly [the scholar even suspects that the idol, once consumed into the creation of a sword for the Red Wraith, has been rendered useless, and its drawing looks more like a piece of wood/metal than a “red glowing crystal”]. Only in some places we see it red. This visual fact always confused me in DA series. We clearly see that the object is not entirely made of red lyrium, only some parts [specially the roots] look like it. Why so many characters insist in saying it’s completely made of red lyrium?

If we remember, the cinematics in Dragon Age Official Teaser Trailer - 2018 Game Awards shows that the idol glows only along some lines, as if the red lyrium is activating from within its metal/wood material. Which is similar to the red lines we see in the Strange Idol, but in a dormant way. We also know that Red Lyrium sounds angry and feels warm [check the red lyrium section in Songs and elements that sing and whisper in DA Lore]. Since the Strange Idol is warm to the touch too [according to DAI in Western Approach: Old Chantry Trail Signs] and has these red lines barely seen, could it be related to inactivated red lyrium? I really don’t know what to think about it since we know so little about the red lyrium idol [and I suspect it has been retconned a couple of times even along DA2].

Design wise, the red lyrium idol always looked to me like wood+metal, and only its lower part is made of red lyrium, as if it were roots, implying from a design-point-of-view the metaphor that the horror represented in the figure is “fed” on red lyrium [details and speculations in  Red Lyrium Idol ].

Pros and cons of certain speculations related to the Strange Idol:

Speculation 1: “This statue is Elgar’nan”

PRO

Its face coincides with the codex Vir Dirthara: Signs of Victory, which describes Elgar’nan with “ narrowed eyes and its open, snarling mouth”. The general shape of the Strange Idol may look like a mountain, as it is said in the codex that Elgar’nan statue was made of stone as big as a mountain [metaphorically implying how he defeated Titans and created monuments of himself on or with the corpse of his enemies].

It makes sense for it to appear in the Bastion of Elgar’nan in Emerald Graves: Din'an Hanin, Elandrin’s Tomb as central icon of the tomb of knights that defended elvhen, considering that Elgar’nan is perceived along the codices as a big leader during the Titan war.

It makes sense for it to be in the Sundermount cave, since we can speculate it was a statue used to bind a demon by the elvhen resisting the war against Tevinter. Let’s remember that Elgar’nan was always related to victory and wars against the Titans in the oldest codices we find about him [read Elgar’nan section in Evanuris].

CONS

If this is an elvhen god/Evanuris, I hardly see it worshipped by Tevinter, who allways had an ancient, deep rejection to elves. It would make no sense to use Elgar’nan as a representation of Dumat either [not consciously, at least]. So it makes no sense for this statue to appear in the Altar of Dumat close to the Corypheus’ prison as well as in Sebastian’s quest, in an underground Tevinter ruin.

It doesn’t have any visual similarity to Elgar’nan mosaic, which displays a bestial arm with claws. There is no similar hint of bestiality in the case of the Strange Idol [read Elgar’nan section in Evanuris]. However, this is not a strong counterargument: we can say the same of Mythal, who has two representations, one as an elf in a mosaic, and another as a dragon [in mosaic and statues too]. Read Mythal section in Evanuris for further details.

Neither con not pro: I can’t speculate why Elgar’nan would appear in the mural of “Removal of the Vallaslin” at the Elven Mountain Ruins, Forgotten Sanctuary. Specially if we think that the previous corridor towards this mural doesn’t have any mosaic of Elgar’nan either. I also can’t explain or speculate why the Forgotten Sanctuary, a place to give shelter to slaves, would have images of the Evanuris on its walls, the ones supporting the slavery system of the moment.  

This face, if it is truly Elgar’nan’s, is also presented as a source of Veilfire which can be related to Titans through the mural “The Death of a Titan”, where the source of Veilfire is presented in the heart of the Titan. Linking both symbols, one can suspect that maybe Elgar’nan’s victory over the Titans granted him the power of exceptional magic [divinity?], represented in these murals as the source of this particular green fire.

Speculation 2: “This statue is Dumat”

PRO: 

It makes sense to appear close to Corypheus’ prison in an altar to Dumat or in the underground Tevinter ruins from Sebastian’s quest.

It makes sense to appear in Sundermount, so we can assume it was a symbol of dominance from Tevinter when they attacked the resisting elves in this place. They bind a demon there too, and this brings no conflict with the lore; we know Tevinter always had a deep knowledge of binding and using demons in their favour.

CONS: 

It makes no sense for Dumat to appear in the Bastion of Elgar’nan in Emerald Graves: Din'an Hanin, Elandrin’s Tomb. If it would have appeared in the first part of the zone, where we find statues of Andraste as the codex of Emerald Knights upgrades, it would have been considered an assimilation from former slaves, but this statue appears in a central position in a tomb that has been sealed long ago, surrounded by many statues of Mythal in her dragon shape.

Besides, why would Dumat appear in the mural of “Removal of the Vallaslin” at the Elven Mountain Ruins, Forgotten Sanctuary? So far we know the “Tevinter” perspective of the Old Gods appeared long time after the Elvhen and the Evanuris, so it’s hardly a contemporaneous concept to the ancient Elvhenan Gods. 

Dumat, understood as the Old God perceived by Tevinter, is a Dragon in shape. Its will may be something else, though, that may be represented in this toad-like figure?.

Speculation 3: “This statue is an ancient god [maybe a Forgotten One?] worshipped by the Evanuris before claiming divinity, and Tevinter adopted it later, believing them as Dragons or The Old Gods”.

PROS: 

This concept makes sense in both scenarios, Tevinter and Elvhenan. Like I said in the lore sections of the posts related to the comics The Silent Grove, Those Who Speak, Until We Sleep, Magekiller, and The Missing; there are some hints that make us speculate that Evanuris worshipped great dragons originally [that may or may not result in the Forgotten Ones]. Mythal should have been one of them as she is a dragon herself, but they stopped worshipping these ancient gods when they took the “divine winged shape” for themselves, claiming divinity. From that moment on, the Evanuris [at least Andruil] hunt these dragon-gods/Forgotten-Ones down, chasing them to the Void [which is more related to the underground lyrium than to a dimensional pocket ala Crossroads]. Mythal stopped her [ and intentionally or not, we don’t know, she protected these entities] by fighting against Andruil and removing her knowledge of how to reach the Void because in the Void there was “Darkness” and madness that Andruil infected with [for a whole detailed analysis of this, check the codex explanation of “Elven God Andruil” in the post Ancient Elven codices, Temple of Mythal].

In this way, it makes sense for Tevinter to end up using similar iconography, ignoring it was the same god that the Elvhenan venerated originally. Tevinter knows that the Old Gods take the shape of Dragons, but they may be something else entirely.

Under this idea, it makes sense for this idol to appear in Tevinter or Elvhenan environments.

CONS:

There are too few hints to support this hypothesis of Forgotten Ones as the original gods that the Evanuris worshipped until they claimed divinity for themselves, and later Tevinter took them in their dragon shape and established the cult of the Old Gods. Most of the hints pointing out this relationship are recent [in the late comics].

We also have a strange potential relationship between the Forgotten Ones and the Forbidden Ones via the Seekers. It may be a red herring done by the devs or a consequence of “unreliable narrators”. Details in “Tarohne, the Fell Grimoire, and Xebenkeck”.

Another con is that this idol has no shape of a dragon when we know that the Old Gods are always represented as Dragons, and we also suspected from the comics that the Forgotten Ones may be dragons instead of elvhen . We also have another potential link with Hakkon as Geldauran, who may be one of them; for more details, read Elvhen Tomb and Ancient Tevinter presence, Speculation.

Neither con not pro but a detail worth noting: this entity has a shape with a distant resemblance to Korth, the Avvar Mountain-Father god [the mouth shape are alike, and the nostrils of the Strange Idol are similar to the Korth’s nose-eyes]. Korth is the oldest and strongest god of the Avvar pantheon. We know the Avvar have always had a much better understanding of the world due to their deep conection with the spirits, whose wisdom is always shared to the Augur of the tribe. With this I mean that this Strange Idol seems to be a very old entity that even the Avvar perceived, reflected later in the shape of Korth. Korth is related to the Mountain, as Elgar’nan is related to it in a dominant way in the codex  Vir Dirthara: Signs of Victory. Elgar’nan’s fury [which destroys everything it touches, according to the codex The Judgment of Mythal or read Elgar’nan section in Evanuris for more details] has some distant similarity to Korth’s cruelty when he lost his heart [read codex The Frostback Mountains] and became a force of anger and destruction. According to the relationships I’ve been trying to connect along this blog, these details seem to me that the same entity has been perceived by Avvar, Tevinters, and Elvhenan, but represented with some differences in order to fit their own purposes [as all DA lore has been showing so far].

[tornrose24]

Doodles of my trip to Universal Studios Hollywood.

-My family and I had to wake up early to get to the park when it opened at 8 AM in order to ride the Mario Kart ride ASAP before the line got too long (For those planning on going, or are waiting for the version in Florida, I would keep this in mind if I were you). It had a couple of issues when we reached Bowser’s castle on the second floor, but it was worth the wait. The ride is a lot of fun, and the best part is Rainbow Road where you truly feel like you are speeding along it.

-Next, I rode the Revenge of the Mummy ride. Unfortunately, I did not know it was an indoor roller coaster and while there were no big drops or loops, I was a ‘bit’ traumatized during and after it. This did not help me in deciding whether or not to ride the Harry Potter and the Forbidden Journey (I did not, because I was under the wrong impression as to how the ride operates).

-Rode the Transformers ride next. I enjoyed it and was happy to see Bumblebee. However, there’s not much support for your head and neck, which will start hurting if you aren’t careful with how you sit in the vehicle.

-I was lucky enough to ride Mario Kart a second time during the evening and I was better able to take in Bowser’s room, as well as his throne. I’m about 5 feet, two inches, and could easily fit a third of that throne. This made me realize how large Bowser would be compared to a human. Too bad the big guy himself isn’t a meet and greet at the moment, nor can you sit on the throne, but I wouldn’t attempt it if I were you. Speaking of… please don’t cut to the front of the line like some people did. That really sucked.

-I was debating on it, but among the souvenirs I bought, I got a Princess Peach headband for my inner child and wore it for most of my time there. A few others got one too, and I can’t tell you how many people I saw wearing Yoshi or Bowser hats.

-I recommend doing the studio tour at least once. When I came to the Nope set, the lights went crazy like in the film, and for a second I was panicking and trying to remember how to evade the alien. There were some other gems that I won’t mention, but they did have the building with the clock from Back to the Future.

-I sadly was unable to meet most of the characters, because you have to wait 30 minutes in advance before they come out, and then the line is closed off. But I was able to meet Penelope and Jaques of the Toothsome Chocolate Emporium (a steampunk restaurant with great milkshakes that is in both Hollywood and Orlando). It was fun to finally meet with them and they were delighted to know I had the Red Velvet Milkshake. Also, it turns out Penelope isn’t too fond of the Grinch, LOL. (Cute side story-one kid who met the two before me had a Spiderman shirt, and Jaques did the web shooting hand gesture with him.)

[lordvonbunnyv]

Things that happened on witching hour with James (James’s public access show, unfortunately the only time slot available was at 3 in the morning)

- James: “good evening folks! Welcome to the witching hour with James! Tonight-“

Duck: (is James’s landlord who lives downstairs) *knocks on the door* James? I just got a call from the neighbors, they want you to please quiet down a bit.

- James: now it has come to my attention that-

Duck: *starts vacuuming loudly downstairs*

James: ….

James: *now has to sit awkwardly until Duck is done vacuuming*

- James: *is doing a call in portion* hello! Your call is now on the air! What would you like to talk about?

Bill: will you marry me?

James: will I what now?

Bill and Ben: *hang up in a fit of giggles*

James: hello? Hello?

- James: alright! Let’s try this again! *answers the phone* hello! Welcome to the show! You are now on the air!

Ben: hello! We would like to call to confirm that your order of a [CENSORED CENSORED CENSORED CENSORED CENSORED], jumbo [CENSORED CENSORED CENSORED], and custom [CENSORED CENSORED CENSORED CENSORED CENSORED CENSORED] with [CENSORED] and a picture of Benedict Cumberbatch printed on the end, has been placed, your total is now 799 pounds. Thank you for ordering from [CENSORED CENSORED] emporium! *hangs up*

James: 🫣

- James: tonight, we have a special guest with us! Everyone say hello to Bulgy!

Bulgy: right, let’s get to the point, why railways are no good and are harmful to the roads! *flips open his 50 page speech* sir topham Hatt’s railway has an iron grip on the island of Sodor to the point of considering it as a monopoly…

James: CUTCUTCUTCUT!!

- James: …so what is the deal with the shade of red? I mean-

Duck: *knocks on the door* James? Oliver and I are doing some electrical work, we’re going to shut the power off for a while.

James: WAIT NO!

The power: *gets shut off*

[chaosandcrimson]

no way is that NIKITA ‘NICKY’ ROSE.. they're a 27-year-old SYNTH notoriously known for being SCATTERBRAINED & RESTLESS but there are some people who have seen them being MINDFUL & INTUITIVE. if you ask me, they remind me a lot of the smell of burning incense, the sound of an acoustic guitar being strummed, and a belief in the infinite wisdom of the universe, but that could just be because they're considered the ASTROLOGER around town. just keep an eye on them & see if their true colors shine through..

I want auroras and sad prose I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet 'Cause I haven't moved in years And I want you right here

OVERVIEW

Name: Nikita Fender Rose

Nickname(s): Nicky

DOB: February 14, 2098

Age: 27

FC: Charithra Chandran

Height: 5'3"

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Pansexual

Occupation: Astrologer and Tarot Reader at The Cosmic Emporium

Relationship Status: Single (Closed)

[+] mindful, intuitive, spiritual [–] superstitious, scatterbrained, restless

BIOGRAPHY

tw: death

Nicky's parents loved three things more than anything else: live music, the open road, and each other. Unwilling to take a break or inhibit their lifestyle, they had their daughter made and picked her up during a stop in the middle of their tour.

She loved growing up on the road. Their entourage was a close-knit group of found family who had been travelling together for years, and every single one of them had a part in helping raise Nicky, shaping her into the person she became. One day, she was learning how to play the guitar from one of their musicians, and the next she was listening to their driver teach her about the stars.

All of them were very spiritual, and they passed their ideas and practices down to Nicky. She grew up wholeheartedly believing (and still believes) in there being a deep and profound connection between all living beings, that everything and everyone has a purpose, and that all things happen for a reason.

When she was 11 years old, their group got into an accident on the road which left her as the sole survivor. Although time has managed to heal some of her trauma, her grief is compounded by the fact that she still struggles to find the meaning or purpose in what happened; which is difficult for anyone to handle, but especially someone who believes that the universe doesn't make mistakes.

After spending some time in the foster care system, she got really lucky and was placed with the Rose family, who eventually made the decision to adopt her. She wasn't the first and wouldn't be the last, but for someone who had grown up with what was effectively a very large family, it was the perfect home for her.

She carried her spirituality with her into her new family, and when her parents adopted Obsidian, she was the one who introduced them to the metaphysical.

She dabbles in a little of everything, but by trade she is an astrologer at The Broom Closet, which she feels is a very fitting and poetic path for her; the stars and constellations being one of the first things she learned about growing up.

She misses her first family every day, but she tries to not let her grief stop her from living a full life, with a deep love and appreciation for what she has now.

MISC

Most of her parents' belongings didn't survive the crash, but one that got away with only minor damage was her father's acoustic guitar, which she still has. Her adoptive parents had it restored for her as a birthday present one year.

[flux1212]

Here's Hailey Ryder ...

She recently received this letter from her grandmother:

Dear Hailey,

I hope you are doing well. Your mother says you dropped out of college. I think you are like me - we are both restless spirits. I am so sorry we've never been able to spend more time together and to get to know each other better, but your mother has always disapproved of my lifestyle and thought I would be a bad influence on you. But my days of riding with The Wild Llamas are over now and I'm about to eat the asphalt - Yep, I got cancer and will soon be riding that big chopper in the sky. Since you're not in school now, I thought maybe you'd like to try running a bar. I'm leaving Thunder Road to you -- it's yours now. Duke and Bubba both wanted it but all they'd do is run it into the ground. It may not be to your liking but I hope you'll give it a try for at least a few months.

Love,

Gran

P.S. My bikes are yours too - I think you'll enjoy getting out on the road. They're both one-kickers, I know you'll take good care of them.

So Hailey arrived in Strangerville as the new owner of the Thunder Road Bar & Grill.

After two days of hard work getting the place cleaned up, she takes a morning off to go to Magnolia Mall to play video games at the arcade and to catch a movie.

A quick drink at the karaoke bar upstairs and then, since the bathing facilities at the bar aren't the greatest, she sneaks into one of the rooms at the Hello Kitty Love Hotel across the street to luxuriate in a hot bath and get cleaned up.

Next, on to Paddywhack's Emporium for groceries and supplies.

Heading back to Strangerville, Hailey checks out the competition - Cuppa Joe and a Llama - a diner across the street from her.

Judith Ward is there (in the bear costume which she now always wears) beginning her final descent into madness. But that's a story for another time.

Around to the convenience store on the side for a few more supplies and then back to Thunder Road - it's opening night!

Thorne Bailey shows up with one of the Caliente girls ...

... and the Roswells show up as well.

Altogether, the night was a success ...

... but does trouble lie ahead?

[charlesandmartine]

Friday 30th June 2023

Happy Birthday Amanda.

Up early because we were changing locations, but first we needed to get this troublesome tyre sorted. Mr Enterprise said we needed to take it to their preferred tyre provider KAL Tires. They were on route to our next location and in Penticton, some 6 or seven miles away. We rocked up on the forecourt just after eight in the morning just after they opened for the day. They were rammed packed and really couldn't commit to a finish time, so given that Mr Enterprise couldn't provide a replacement car, we had to get it fixed; after all we had a date with the Kettle Valley Heritage Railway. All aboard at 10.30 sharp. Basically we had very little time to hang around tyre emporiums. Mr Enterprise gave us an alternative, Fountains Tires just around the corner. They were very nice, but also very nicely sucked their teeth and said you wouldn't believe how busy they were today. We agreed we wouldn't, but what could they do for us. I left Martine to be a little tarty and explain that it would ruin our holiday if we couldn't be on the road in an hour.

They cracked on, fixed it and refused to charge us!!

We were on our way; 20 km to the railway, stuck in traffic, sweltered in the building heat, screamed into the railway yard at 10.26, the engine whistle sounding in that maunful North American sort of way they have a habit to do. Slung the credit card at the ticket lady and ran down the platform as the guard shouted 'all aboard '. I parked the car.

The train took us 10km along the standard guage track from Summerland along the original Kettle Valley Railway Line (the same line as the trail we walked 2 days ago) passing farms, wineries (the Dirty Laundry Winery), rivers and forests. The 104 year old engine, now converted to run on oil, was uncoupled at Trout Bridge Canyon and brought us back again. Not originally on this line but as a 4-8-0 would have had similar capability to an engine required to pull heavy ore up a 2° gradient. We thoroughly enjoyed our journey, the ticket inspector gave a running commentary and spent some time sitting talking to us. He said that it was the UK that was inspirational in the establishment of Heritage lines in Canada, although some were struggling and could face closure. The traveller's faces reflecting the same glazed little boy enthusiasm you meet anywhere in the world as soon as a steam engine puffs around the bend.

After lunch we set sail for our next two night stop in Salmon Arm. To get here we had to travel the long winding road alongside the complete 84 mile length of Lake Okanagan, momentarily stopping at 'Save-on-Foods' store to pick up supplies in Kelowna and walk along the lakeside at Peachland, another of our old friend Mr Robinson's town creations. The bright shiny supermarket more than adequately provided us with a rubbery chicken and a most fine selection of locally produced Canadian SB. It has, I would like to confirm, proved exceedingly pleasing on the palette and could well be the start of a long and fruitful relationship.

Our bed for the next 2 nights is in a very well appointed basement with an agreeable outdoor space from where this missive is being crafted.

ps well over 30° C again today.

pps Canada is proving more and more pleasing as we progress north. 200km today

ppps we bought some Tim Tams.

pppps it's Canada Day tomorrow.

[arcandoria]

Boho Frilly Top

For FemV. Garment Support enabled!

Adds cute boho tops in 5 colors and 2 styles to the Open Road Emporium. 🌵

Refits for Vanilla Big and EBB.

[ ON NEXUS ]

[livinglappurrr]

28/03/2024 - We popped to Margate to the Turner Contemporary. The Beyond Form: Lines of Abstraction exhibition was so engaging, even Faja had some positive feedback! There was definitely a dividing line that defined the quirky independent shops from the other half of town. We then popped to the emporium that Mama and Faja had seen before my arrival as it was so big there was more to be explored and they knew I’d love it! No purchases for me but Mama got a new Denby teapot as Faka has smashed his again, and Faja got a record. I’m the evening we braved ourselves against the wind and rain and went to the visitor’s book recommended restaurant on the boat. It was delicious! We also finally got to go in the pub on the lovely road neighbouring ours, that didn’t have any shops open all week. The soda and lime was a rip off.

[denimbex1986]

'The last of the specials, “Wild Blue Yonder”, ended on quite the cliff-hanger with our Fourteenth Doctor (David Tennant) and companion Donna Noble (Catherine Tate) warned that the world is coming to its end by the legendary Wilfred Mott, played by the late Bernard Cribbins.

What follows is an exciting nearing sixty-minute epic that dives deep into the history of the Doctor, all while brewing up to a fantastic debut for the Fifteenth Doctor, played by Ncuti Gatwa. Not to mention the grand return of the Toymaker, here played by the incredible Neil Patrick Harris...

THE TOYMAKER IS BACK

The 60th Anniversary Specials have long been known to be home to one of the Doctor’s most iconic villains from the classic era – The Toymaker. A powerful being from his own realm, the Toymaker is back in the Doctor’s universe to cause chaos with his games.

While we don’t know why that is until the special leaps into action with our Doctor and Donna duo running to save the day, the Fourteenth Doctor notes that the Toymaker has managed to leave his realm of existence because of the salt the Doctor cast at the edge of the universe back in the previous special. This enabled the elemental force of the Toymaker into our universe, bringing his giggles along the way.

The Toymaker is featured in this special’s cold open, with one of John Logie Baird’s assistants coming to his Soho emporium in 1925 to buy a doll. This doll, bought and sold to no longer be with his doll family (yes, you heard that) is later used during Baird’s first televised demonstration, of which burns the doll’s face into something evermore so creepy.

Following our creepy cold open, we find that the reason for everyone going mad is because they all believe they’re right. It’s as if everyone has been blasted by a laser ray gun that turns everyone into Harry Wormwood from Road Dahl’s Matilda. His quote to his adopted kid Matilda – “I’m right and you’re wrong, I’m big and you’re small, and there’s nothing you can do about it.” – pretty much sums up humanity’s motives throughout this special.

After managing to get Wilfred to safety, we find our Fourteenth Doctor and Donna being transported to UNIT’s new headquarters, that of an Avengers Tower rip-off if I ever saw one. Jemma Redgrave returns as UNIT’s chief scientific officer Kate Stewart, with returning Doctor companion Mel Bush (Bonnie Langford) now working with the taskforce.

UNIT’s answer to this madness is through these bracelet-type devices called the Zeedex, created by the Vlinx, a robotic alien assisting UNIT. Kate manages to disable her bracelet to show-off just what we’re dealing with this special.

HUMANITY IS BREAKING THEMSELVES APART

A lot of the motives behind the Toymaker’s meddling with humanity stem from the Toymaker’s own fascination with us. He loves how complex but simple we are, how online the world is nowadays, and how we don’t like to be wrong. While the show often portrays evil aliens as antagonists, this last special instead is a mirror to humanity. We’re the villain of the week, even if we’re being pulled by the strings of the Toymaker.

The special depicts news montages with those affected by the giggle, with the UK Prime Minister saying how little he cares for his people, and a far-right spokeswoman issuing her anti-Zeedex remarks to her viewers. Davies sure knows how to creatively spice his specials with underlying political messages in quite an imaginative way. And who would want anything less than the very King of Doctor Who himself.

Wasting no time, we find the Doctor heading to face the Toymaker back in 1925 with Donna at her side. Encountering the Toymaker in his emporium, the pair chase after the powerful being into the back, finding themselves in an endless corridor (not another one!). This allows for some tension to loosen amongst Tennant’s Doctor and Catherine’s Donna, with them being there for each other once more as great friends.

This chase for the Toymaker doesn’t last long, however, with the pair seated for one of his puppet shows once they escaped the many doors throughout that pesky corridor. What follows is a tongue-in-cheek breakdown of the many fates some of the Doctor’s companions have had, from Amy Pond all the way to Bill Potts.

The Doctor has had ENOUGH at this point, and invites the Toymaker to play a game – one of the many things the Toymaker specialises in, outside of impressive dance scenes to the Spice Girls of course. They play cards, one of the oldest games ever, but unfortunately the Toymaker wins. You’d think all hope is lost but the Doctor recants how he won previously against him, referencing the game he played with him back in 1966’s “The Celestial Toymaker” with the First Doctor. The Toymaker, of course, suggests a best of three, taking the game back to 2023 for a winner takes all.

Both Doctor and Donna mark their way back to UNIT headquarters, but before this next game can take place, the Toymaker manages to cause further chaos at UNIT HQ, with a violent dance scene to the Spice Girls’ song Spice Up Your Life. You can tell Russell T Davies saw the Master’s Rasputin montage in the Power of the Doctor and went “Oh I like that”, and put his own creative spin to it. RIP to those UNIT soldiers turned into balloons; the Toymaker would be sure to give Pennywise a run for his money.

THE FINAL SHOWDOWN

Up on the UNIT helicopter landing pad, we have our final showdown between the Toymaker and that of the Doctor, joined by UNIT and Donna. Did anyone else get goosebumps or was it just me? Anyways, before the final game between the pair, we see our Fourteenth Doctor try to defuse the situation by offering the Toymaker to join him across time and space.

Infinite games amongst the cosmos sounds like a sweet ride, but for the Toymaker, humanity is his ultimate playground. Using UNIT’s galvanic beam, he shoots the Doctor fatally, giving way for an all-too-memorable regeneration sequence for the Doctor.

And then everything changes. The concept of regeneration, that of Doctor Who’s most fascinating way to recast its titular character, has been altered in quite the way. Expecting to change his face one more time, David Tennant’s Doctor utters ‘Allons-y’ before realising something isn’t quite right. He tells Mel and Donna to pull at his arms, which splits the Doctor into two – the 14th and the 15th.

Ncuti Gatwa’s Fifteenth Doctor makes his fantastic debut, albeit still conjoined to his 14th-self. Billed as a myth according to the 15h Doctor, bi-generation allows for both Doctors to co-exist. In quite the Davies-twist, this definitely twisted around the concept of regeneration in a way that was quite fresh for the show.

With the also-freshly-made Fifteenth Doctor here to support the Fourteenth & co, both Doctors play a game of ball with the Toymaker to finish him off once and for all. They win, and the Toymaker is sealed away from the universe for good, but not before alluding to his ‘legions’ already on their way for the Doctor.

I didn’t think I’d be saying this, but all’s well that end’s well in this Doctor Who special, with UNIT Headquarters at peace following this final battle. We do get to see someone with some pretty cutely red-painted nails take the Toymaker’s remaining gold tooth however, of which the Toymaker said to be containing the Master earlier on in the special. Davies sure is setting up his next era of Doctor Who for Ncuti Gatwa’s Fifteenth Doctor already, and it’s not been ten minutes since we’ve had him!

It doesn’t take much for questions to arise after this showdown however, with the pair of Doctors still only sharing one TARDIS. Using some leftover energy from the Toymaker’s domain, the Fifteenth Doctor literally throws his mallet to the TARDIS, causing it to duplicate. Turns out, even the TARDIS can bi-generate too in a way. This allows for both Doctors to have their own TARDIS, and co-exist freely without the other.

ALL’S WELL THAT ENDS WELL

With the Fifteenth Doctor already excited for his own adventures, the special has been clueing into the psyche of the Fourteenth Doctor’s mentality throughout the special with how he has been shouldering all this pain from his past adventures which have been a bit too much for himself. Instead of throwing himself to more adventures too soon, David Tennant’s Fourteenth Doctor settles down for a bit with the Noble family, enjoying a meal with everyone and his former companion, Melanie Bush.

It’s not often you see a happy ending in Doctor Who, especially for the show’s titular Doctor, but the Fourteenth Doctor certainly got his, and truly earnt it. Before we cut to Gatwa’s’ Doctor ready to take off in his TARIDS, we end on the Fourteenth Doctor saying how he’s “never been so happy in [his] life”. Okay, if the waterworks didn’t already start earlier in this special, they definitely started now.

But what’s next for both Doctors? Well, we already know showrunner Russell T. Davies is leading the way with Ncuti Gatwa’s Fifteenth Doctor for his first series next year, but who knows when we’ll next see the Fourteenth. This ending truly opens the door to many new exciting stories and tales for both Doctors, and that’s exactly what you love to see as a whovian...'