#Sol Roth

[ricky-yaps]

Sol’s going Home scene is so heartbreaking to me because Edward G. Robinson was terminally ill when they recorded it and died like… 3 months after Soylent Green came out

[abookishidentity]

Books I recently checked out of the library

The Full Moon Coffee Shop by Mai Mochizuki- I honestly forget how I came to find this book. It sounds relaxing to read. And the fact that there are talking cats in it makes it much more imperative that I read it. It will probably remind me of the other translated books that I have read.

Noor by Nnedi Okorafor- I have read more than one book by this author now and I keep coming back because she has cool ideas for books. This book just sounds fun and interesting to read.

When Among Crows by Veronica Roth- I have read other books by Veronica Roth mainly the divergent trilogy and so it's interesting to see how YA authors write books more intended for adults.

Dreadful by Caitlin Rozakis- I have never read this author before. Goodreads has recommended me this book several times and I am now just getting to it. This books sounds right up my alley and I'm excited to read it.

The Sol Majestic by Ferrett Steinmetz- Never read this author before either. The first three books on this list are relatively short so I had to get a fifth book because of that. It sounds like this book will be a love letter to cooking and food as well. Pretty sure this book came to my attention because of Intersteller Megachef. The plot is different but the love for food is the same I'm pretty sure.

Money saved: $104.97

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{Detrás de cámaras/Behind the scenes}

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Groria: Es mía... {It's mine...}

Player es de {Player is from}: @vanetheglitchfox

[queenofcandynsoda]

After seeing art from @sarriathmg, I am now fully convinced that Jason would be an Omega along with Grant Wilson.

Plus, I think Raven would also be an Omega, just because.

[reviewsandotherstuff]

End of Summer/Early Fall Skincare Favorites Part 2.

  It is almost the end of summer and the beginning of fall. If you are starting to feel that summertime sadness, you are not alone. Best know that the feeling will pass, and soon, we will be swooning for fall. It is still feeling like summer out there, though. The weather is still warm, and the daylights are still long. So, we might as well enjoy the last couple of weeks of summer, right? As…

[mariacallous]

Goldie Finkelstein was just 13 when she was sent to Wiener Graben, a work camp that later became a concentration camp. The youngster lost her entire family in the war, and among the things she never learned from them was how to cook. She had no family recipes and, according to her son, when she married Sol Finkelstein, also a Holocaust survivor, she didn’t know how to boil water or cook an egg.

Eventually, other survivors taught Goldie the necessary skills, and she was a quick learner. She soon became known for the copious amounts of baked goods she would provide for any occasion. Her recipes, some of which are included in the “Honey Cake and Latkes: Recipes from the Old World by the Auschwitz-Birkenau Survivors” cookbook, include cake mixes and other ingredients that wouldn’t have been used in pre-Holocaust Eastern Europe. Her whiskey cake, for example, calls for both yellow cake mix and vanilla pudding mix.

Goldie’s experience illustrates the ways in which recipes, including those we think of as quintessentially Ashkenazi Jewish, have changed over the years. Survivors lost the ancestors who passed along oral recipes. Families’ personal artifacts, such as handwritten recipes, were abandoned when Jews were forced to flee. 

Most significantly, perhaps, after the war, survivors had access to different ingredients in their new homes. Sometimes that was due to seasonality, such as was the case for those who moved from Eastern Europe to Israel and had access to more fruits and vegetables year-round, including dates and pomegranates. Other times, it reflected changing tastes or newfound wealth  — liver soup, pates with liver and offal were classic Eastern European dishes in the early 1900s, when there was an intention to use every part of the animal, but became increasingly uncommon. In other cases, like Goldie’s, packaged goods replaced homemade. Another survivor whose recipes appear in “Honey Cake and Latkes,”Lea Roth, detailed making noodles for Passover from the starch leftover at the bottom of a bowl after grating potatoes before the war. After the war, most people added “noodles” to the grocery list.

“Some of these recipes changed because of New World versus Old World,” explains Jeffrey Yoskowitz, author of “The Gefilte Manifesto: New Recipes for Old World Jewish Foods.” Yoskowitz and his co-author Liz Alpern work not to replicate pre-war Ashkenazi Jewish recipes, but to reclaim and modernize them. To do that, they’ve had to examine the ways in which recipes have changed.

In the Old World, for instance, almost every recipe called for breadcrumbs. At Passover, the leftover crumbs from the matzah were used to make matzah balls, leaving nothing to waste. But when immigrants in the U.S. could use Manischewitz pre-made matzah meal, then recipes started calling for it to make matzah balls.Today’s recipes for kugels with cream cheese, cottage cheese and sour cream would not have been made in the Old World, where dairy products were expensive. Again, ubiquitous cows in the New World made that “celebration of dairy” possible, Yoskowitz says.

At first, recipes may not seem like the most essential thing to recover from Holocaust survivors, but they paint a picture of what life was like before the war. It is essential to see the Jewish experience as one that is not solely as victims, and learning what people ate and cooked is part of that.

“Bringing back recipes can help bring people back to life,” says Edna Friedberg, a historian and senior curator with the U.S. Holocaust Memorial Museum. “In particular, it was women who were in the kitchen in this period, and so this is a way to make the lives of women very vivid and real for people.”

The idea is not to romanticize Eastern Europe, says Maria Zalewska, executive director of the Auschwitz-Birkenau Memorial Foundation, which published “Honey Cake and Latkes,” but to see the memories connected to togetherness, like picking fruit toward the end of the summer and using that fruit in a recipe, such as cold cherry soup with egg-white dumplings. 

In addition, examining recipes gives us a sense of what role cooking and food played in trauma processing, Zalewska says. “Remembering the foods and the food traditions of their lives before imprisonment were some of the ways that survivors coped with starvation,” Zalewska adds. These are things that survivors say they are not often asked about, but when asked they report remembering dreaming about food during incarceration. 

“We have quite a number of testimonies, where survivors talk about being in situations of starvation, and food deprivation and ghettos and camps and in hiding, and that dreaming about and remembering food from before gave them emotional sustenance,” explains Friedberg.

Exploring such memories have been meaningful for those survivors who were young when they lost their families.

New Orleans’ Chef Alon Shaya has been working for several years to recreate recipes from a book belonging to the family of Steven Fenves, a survivor and a volunteer for the museum. The book was rescued by the family cook, Maris, when the family was forced to flee their home on the Yugoslavia-Hungary border in 1944. The recipes are largely written without measurements, times or temperatures, and many of the ingredients are different from those used today. (Like the Fenves family, Goldie’s son, Joseph Finkelstein, says his mother wasn’t big on using measurements as we think of them in recipes today. She knew the quantity of an ingredient, for example, if it would fit in her palm.) Unlike Yoskowitz, who is looking to update recipes, Shaya has been working to replicate them as closely as possible  — and has come across a few surprises.

Many of the desserts use a lot of walnuts, for example, which, of course, are also used in contemporary baking. But Shaya is using what he says are “copious amounts of walnuts” in various ways, such as grilled walnuts and toasted walnuts. The Fenves family walnut cream cake, which includes both walnuts ground in the batter and in a cream in-between the cake layers, has featured on the menu at one of Shaya’s restaurants, Safta, in Denver.

For all the recreation, and Shaya’s goal to bring the tastes of his youth back to Fenves, he says “it is impossible that a recipe in New Orleans would be the same as one in Bulgaria. The seasons are different, what animals are butchered are different, and the spices taste different.”

Indeed, place matters, Yoskowitz says. Ashkenazi food has a reputation of being terrible, he says. Take mushroom soup, for example. “There is no good mushroom soup in a deli. It is made with mushrooms that don’t have much flavor. But if you have it somewhere made with mushrooms grown in the forest, then that is going to be good soup.”

Many Holocaust survivors settled in new lands with new ingredients, and little memory of how things were made before the war. They knew they used to eat mushroom soup but didn’t specifically remember the forest-grown and harvested fungi. So, dishes morphed depending on what survivors had in their new home. In Eastern Europe, veal was plentiful, but in the U.S. and Israel, schnitzel began being made with chicken instead (a process Yoskowitz calls the “chickentization” of cuisine). And the beloved Jewish pastrami on rye? The pastrami would have traditionally been made with kosher goose or lamb. It wasn’t until Jews came to the U.S. that beef was easily accessible. 

The same is true of what is likely the most iconic Jewish American dish. “Bagel and lox are what we think of as the most Jewish food. But the only thing that came over was the cured and smoked fish,” Yoskowitz says. “Cream cheese was a New York state invention. Capers were Italians. It was a completely new creation, and it became a taste associated with Jewish people.”

One of the most poignant recipes in the “Honey Cake and Latkes” book is a chocolate sandwich, a basic concoction of black bread, butter and shaved dark chocolate. Survivor Eugene Ginter remembers his mother making it for him in Germany after the war, to fatten him up after years of starvation.

Adds Shaya: “We have to continue to adapt, and I think that that is part of the beauty of it.”

[flipchild]

T’es woke toi! Toi t’es un woke left. Tu supporte le trans pis les pronoms toi. Veux-tu savoir mes pronoms? Mes pronoms?: SOL/DIER. Ma/ko. Je/no/va. Se/phi/roth. Ma-sa-mune. Toi c’est quoi t’es pronoms hein? Vas-y. Dis moi t’es pronoms. A/VA/LANCHE? Ho/ly? J’vas prier pour toi.

[cherrycola27]

sol

Paring: Bob Reynolds/Sentry x Reader

Warnings: Language, alcohol, violence, weapons, eventual smut. Minors DNI. 18+. Banner Credit: @thedroneranger

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Part 1: The Rising Sun

You were nervous as you walked up to the looming tower. You took a deep breath before pressing the button to the intercom. "Hello?" A voice asked. "Um, hi. Hello. I was hoping to speak to the leader of the New Avengers?" You asked in your most polite yet professional voice. There was a long pause. "Just a minute, and I will buzz you in. Take the elevator to the twenty-third floor." The voice answer. Moments later, you heard the hum of a lock, and the door opened.

You quickly stepped inside and made your way to the elevator. You punched the button labeled "23" and leaned against the wall of the elevator. You took a few deep breaths to calm your nerves. Moments later, the doors opened, and a talk man with brown locks was standing before you. He was wearing a blue sweater and some lounge pants. You recognized him from the news. "Hi. I'm Bob!" He greeted you warmly. He waved but didn't offer his hand to shake. "What's your name?" He asked you.

"I'm Solara." You told him. "Solara, that's such a cool name. Way better than Robert. Your parents must have been super cool." He beamed at you as you stepped off the elevator. "Follow me, and I'll take you to the others." He instructed you. "Solara isn't my name. It's my super identity." You quickly correct him.

"Oh, well, what's your real name?" Bob asks you, coming to a stop in a hall that seems like it goes on forever. "My name is Dr. Y/N Rothe." You tell him, trying to sound confident.

"Doctor? Woah. That's so cool. Like a medical doctor or something else?" He asks you with what seems like genuine interest. "Engineering. Power, energy, that kind of stuff." You tell him. "That's awesome. I'm sure the others will think that is so cool!" Bob exclaimed as he pushed open the doors that you'd finally arrived at.

"Everyone!" Bob yelled into the massive room. "Come meet Y/N. She's a doctor!"

Suddenly, everyone from the New Avengers stood before you, weapons drawn. "Who are you?" Yelena demanded. "How did you get in here? John Walker yelled at you.

"Woah, take it easy." Bob said, stepping in front of you. "This is Dr. Y/N Rothe. She's an engineer who works with power and energy. She came to the tower asking to speak with the New Avengers, and I buzzed her in." Bob explains, looking back at you with a smile.

Yelena sighs and lowers her weapon as the others follow suit. "Bob, we have talked about this. You can't let strangers into the tower. Especially if we don't know if they are a good guy or a bad guy, or if they have powers."

"I have powers. But I'm not a bad guy. I want to help people." You speak up, peering from behind Bob.

"What kind of powers do you have?" Bucky asks you, taking a cautious step forward. "Energy manipulation. I was working for EnerG Corporation, developing a new type of solar panel. Lighter weight, easier to make, able to draw more energy from the sun. I was out in Mojave running some tests when a lightning storm came out of blue. I had nowhere to run. Lightning struck me and pinned me against the panels. I thought I was dead for sure. When I woke up, I knew something was different. Took me a while to figure it out, but I'm pretty good with my powers now." You tell them.

"What all can you do?" Yelena asks you. "I can fly, create sonic waves, run faster than light, deflect bullets and knives and punches by redirecting their kinetic energy. I can heat and freeze things. And I'm bulletproof." You say before lifting off of the ground a few feet. "Go ahead, shoot me." You say. The others look around, but John doesn't hesitate and fires right at you.

"Jesus Christ!" Bob jumps and covers his ears. The bullet doesn't phase you. It crumpled in a heap at your feet as you landed. "Told you." You say with a matter of fact tone. "Why are you here?" Bucky asks you. "I want to help people. I want to be a New Avenger." You say. "Do you have a name? And a suit?" Yelena asks you. "I have both. I call myself Solara." You say proudly. Before they can blink. You're in a burnt orange super suit with long sleeves and a skirt. You have golden boots and a golden cape. I belt circles your waist, and a sun-like tiara holds your hair.

"A skirt? Really? No one is going to take you seriously. How do you even fight in that?" Yelena scoffs. "It is really a skort. And I can fight just fine. I believe I can be both powerful and feminine. Not just one or the other." You say to her.

"Okay. Everyone. Huddle up, team meeting!" Yelena yells as everyone gathers in a circle. Bob rocks nervously beside you. "Your suit is really pretty. I have one, too. It's yellow, but it's not nearly as pretty as yours." Bob tells you. A blush spreads across your cheeks. You open your mouth to answer him, but Yelena grabs him by the elbow. "C'mon Bob. You too." She says as she drags him to the group.

You can hear the hushed whispers about if they should let you stay or not. What seems like ages passes before they come back to stand before you.

Bucky clears his throat. "We have decided you can stay and train here on a few conditions. First, you have to show us all of your powers. Second, you have to meet Val. Third. No missions with us until we know we can trust you." Bucky says. "And fourth, if you try to betray us, we will find a way to kill you." Yelena adds.

"Thank you so much. I promise you won't regret this!" You tell them. "We will see." John says coldly.

"First things first, we need to get you moved into the tower. Normally, we all get our own floor, but not all of them are finished. Bob, do you mind sharing?" Yelena asks him. "Not at all." Bob replies quickly.

"Good. Do you have any things?" Yelena asks you. "Some, but I can bring them myself. Just show me where to put them." You tell her. Bob eagerly leads you to his, now your floor, and shows you the extra bedroom and bathroom. You will share a living space. Moments later, you zap away, gather the few things you had from your storage unit, and organize your room before Bob has had time to finish a page in his book.

"Wow. That was fast." Bob says as he stands in your doorway. He takes in your room. It's decorated with lots of neutrals with pops of pinks and oranges. He notices a record player on the dresser and lots of books on the selves. There are a few plants scattered around and an oversized circle chair with pillows and a blanket on it. He just met you, but he somehow knows that this room is very you.

"Thanks. Being faster than the speed of light has its advantages." You shrug your shoulders as you close the closet door. You've changed into an oversized sweatshirt and leggings. You have a pair of fuzzy socks on your feet. "Where can I get some food around here? I'm starving and I haven't been to a store yet." You ask Bob. "I can show you to the kitchen. It is always stocked. I can give you a tour of the whole place if you'd like?" Bob asks, nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

"I'd like that." You smile at him. You pad your way over to him, but your socks cause you to slip. Bob leans forward and catches you. One of his arms loops around your waist, and the other reaches out and catches you by the hand. Bob braces himself, prepared to see your worst memory. Instead, he sees you stepping off the elevator a few hours ago. He sees himself taking to you, and you smiling back at him. Bob takes a step forward, but the scene before him vanishes.

You take in a sharp breath and blink, slowly looking up at him. Neither of you has moved, and you're suddenly aware of how close you are to Bob. You can feel the heat radiating off of him. You can smell the earthly scent of his soap or shampoo.

Neither of you speaks, both choosing to ignore what you just saw. You clear your throat, snapping Bob back to reality. "You okay?" He asks you, helping you to your feet.

"Yeah. I'm good. Thanks for not letting me fall, Robby." You say to him. "Robby?" He raises his eyebrows at you. "Is it okay if I call you that? Bob seems so formal, so cold. You don't seem like that. You seem kind, warm. Like a Robby. If you don't like it, I can call you Bob." You tell him, holding your breath, waiting for him to answer.

You can see the wheels turning in his head as he tries to find the words. Finally, he speaks. "I like it. Robby is nice. I like how it sounds when you say it. You can call me Robby. But only you." He decides before smiling at you. You smile back at him. "Now, how about those snacks you promised you'd show me, Robby?" You tease him.

"Snacks, right. Follow me." Bob says as he turns on his heels and heada out of your room, unaware of the impact he has already made on you.

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Tagging a few who might be interested: @bobfloydsbabe @lewmagoo @withahappyrefrain @sebsxphia @seitmai @dakotakazansky @startrekfangirl2233 @teacupsandtopgun @horseshoegirl @sarahsmi13s @desert-fern @roosterforme @gretagerwigsmuse @miraliciouss-blog @amberhol

[rhintervenciones]

INTERVENCIÓN 004: LO QUE CONDENAN LOS VÍNCULOS.

Recorres el festival con una sonrisa ligera, esa que aparece sin que la llames, nacida del calor suave del sol y el murmullo alegre de la multitud. Las guirnaldas blancas se mecen sobre tu cabeza, atrapando destellos de luz que parecen bailar contigo. Te detienes en un puesto decorado con telas claras y cintas ondeantes, donde varias coronas de flores frescas descansan sobre una mesa de madera. Una mujer de rostro amable —con los dedos manchados de polen— te invita a probarte una. Más adelante, un joven sirve copas de agua con pétalos de rosa y rodajas de cítricos. “Para atraer lo bueno”, dice. Tomas una y brindas con una sonrisa.

Todo está envuelto en una calma agradable, casi irreal. Te permites disfrutarlo.

De repente, sientes tu celular vibrar una vez. Luego otra más, insistente. Lo sacas del bolsillo, esperando alguna notificación común: un mensaje de grupo, una alerta del clima, quizás. Pero no.

Es un mensaje personal, enviado desde la aplicación del Raven’s Heart Club.

Frunces el ceño. ¿Una nueva invitación? ¿Una advertencia? ¿Un error? Abres el mensaje sin saber qué encontrarás.

🔔 UNA NUEVA NOTIFICACIÓN. 🔔

¿Creíste que me había olvidado de ti? Espero que tú no hayas olvidado la bienvenida que te di cuando recién pisaste el Club. Desde entonces he estado observándote —a ti, a tu familia, y a los otros como tú. Pero dime algo… ¿De verdad crees que encajas aquí? ¿Que las sonrisas y las copas compartidas te hacen parte de su mundo? Espero que no hayas caído tan fácil en sus mentiras. En esa pantomima amable. En ese intento desesperado por aparentar que todo ha sido siempre igual, que las familias como la tuya han sido siempre "bienvenidas". Qué ternura. ¿Quieres una prueba? Tengo información importante. Algo que te hará abrir los ojos… si decides hacerlo. Porque La Sociedad no cambia. Ninguno de ellos lo hace. Solo se adaptan para no ensuciarse las manos.

Todos, cada uno de ellos, tiene secretos, y te los mostraré poco a poco. Solo espero que hagas algo inteligente con esto. ¿Lo contarás a tu familia? ¿O lo guardarás para ti solo? No me decepciones. Sigo aquí. Y no voy a apartar mis ojos de ti. [ ARCHIVO ENVIADO. ]

Cierras el mensaje. El sol aún brilla sobre el carnaval, pero el aire ha cambiado. Y tú, por primera vez en semanas, ya no sabes si estás siendo observado…

…o si estás siendo advertido.

INFORMACÍON OOC.

¡Buenas tardes, cuervos! Esta intervención consiste en una intervención individual para los siguientes personajes: Chiara Roth ( @chioth ), Robin Visser ( @robisser ), Charlotte Vogel ( @charlievgl ), Ates Bernard ( @atesbrn ), Wonbin Kwon ( @kwonbn ), Ayame Mao ( @ayaiiris ) y Bora Heo ( @boraborav ). Cada uno de ellos recibió el mensaje que se encuentra en el texto de arriba (cada uno con el archivo de su familia). Ningún otro personaje más lo recibió.

Decidimos hacer la intervención pública y no por Discord para que, OOC, todos puedan leer los archivos. Sin embargo, IC, estos archivos únicamente los tienen los personajes mencionados. Nadie más los leyó, y queda a decisión de ellos si deciden compartir la información.

Por aquí les compartimos los archivos que cada uno recibió: familia Roth, famila Visser, familia Vogel, familia Bernard, familia Kwon, familia Heo y familia Mao.

Les invitamos a leer los archivos, aunque no sean de familias a las que pertenezcan sus personajes, ya que incluyen información sobre varias familias.

Los chats familiares quedan abiertos a partir de este momento.

Cualquier duda o pregunta, nuestro buzón y chat privado por Discord están disponibles. ¡Gracias por su atención!

[lonvely]

dominic muñoz for jackson roth's bachelor challenge ➴♡

⤷ @rainymoodlet !

⟢ about him.

adult (35) | he/him | cringe, perfectionist, loyal

dom & his 2 sisters were born in del sol valley, their immigrant parents are from selvadorada have instilled in them to have pride in their roots (mexican-american/chicano). dom's dream was to be a lawyer, but with his dad's arthritis rapidly getting worse during his high school years, & his mom's low-paying teaching job, dom decided to take care of his family & began working odd handyman jobs, until eventually landing a full-time gig at happy car mechanics, owned by eric lewis (they have a shrek-donkey kind of relationship). growing up, his peers always found him a bit cringe, but dom's enthusiasm for life have made him completely unaffected of how others perceive him. now 35, maybe he doesn't always know how to be completely serious, so he can come across immature. after his parents' struggles & him having to sacrifice his dreams, it really just is a front he puts to protect himself from difficult conversations. he takes his loved ones' problems very seriously, he just needs a little patience at first while developing a friendship/romance. now, at 35, he would like to have a family of his own. that is a dream he has not given up on.

⟢ fun facts.

⋆ he has been in 2 relationships, one with dina caliente during 7th - 12th grade but they agreed to break up & remain friends in order to explore their sexuality & individuality. the second was long-distance, his ex-boyfriend lived in tomarang, unfortunately their different schedules made them drift apart.

⋆ his family is very catholic, but when teenage dominic came out to them as bisexual, both of his parents started decorating the house with rainbows & his sisters took him to his first pride.

⋆ dominic loves oldies, jazz, blues, & latin music! top 3 songs:

jason joshua - la vida es fría

gary b.b. coleman - the sky is crying

nina simone - i put a spell on you

⋆ he got his first tattoo in his high school's bathroom (it's on his upper thigh). that friend became a really good tattoo artist & did the rest of dominic's tattoos for free for believing in him!

[forthegothicheroine]

As a child in the 90s, we read a kids magazine in school with a bunch of predictions for what might happen in the next century. A description of overcrowding, with people stuffed end to end on the street with no room in sight, terrified me. My father laughed when I told him this, and informed me that they'd said the exact same things when he was a child.

2022 has come and gone, and overcrowding never got to be the problem the film Soylent Green predicted- not literally, at least. In a world where homelessness is rampant, the job market is dead, rent is unaffordable and political disaster looms around every corner, we may certainly feel we were born into a world with no room for us.

Everybody knows the big reveal (and even if you don't know, the poster all but gives it away) but there's more to Soylent Green than one unhappy ending. I was fixated on Edward G Robinson as Sol Roth, whom my father had said was the best Jewish character in science fiction, and his story broke my heart. The scene of his assisted suicide in particular got real tears out of me. (Although at least a future where research is done exclusively by old Jews may have a place for me.)

A lot of the film is dated (if made today, there'd be some male Furniture) and concerns about overpopulation often lean conservative, but it's still a solid downbeat scifi mystery with memorably harrowing scenes. Let's hope we keep growing our soy and algae crops so that our future involves 100% genuine plant-based protein products.

[caostalgia]

“Si llevaba el sol conmigo, nunca temería la oscuridad.”

-Verónica Roth.

[unulf0]

sovre balze scoscesi e pungenti / il suo tempio la gloria sol’ hà

my personal take on goffredo from rinaldo!

my rinaldo adaptation’s inspired by mughal art and chess, and all the characters are meant to be chess pieces. he’s the black queen- in charge, vital to our hero’s side, though he doesn’t come into play ( so to speak ) until later on.

because of A Dream I Had ( and i’m not kidding ), i based his appearance off anthony roth costanzo and uh. uhmmmmmm. uh. sir. hello.

[rwac96]

My Moods (January 26th)

Original Stud AU: Clone AU, Farmer AU, Future AU, Altered Timeline AU, Yandere AU, Super AU: Supervillain AU

Alpha Stud AU: Clone AU, Farmer AU, RWBY AU: Grimmborn AU, Future AU, Altered Timeline AU, Yandere AU, Super AU: Supervillain

General Moods: Slice of Life, Worship Kink, Comedy,

Main Muses: Final Fantasy Vii, Street Fighter, Naruto Series, Fairy Tail, Darkstalkers

Male Muses: Ken Masters, Kagura Mutsuki, Hulk/Bruce Banner, Sasuke Uchiha, Red Hood/Robin II/Jason Todd, Qrow Branwen, Natsu Dragneel, Sol Badguy, Shallot, Sanji (One Piece), Ryu

Female Muses: Felicia (Darkstalkers), Vi, Raven/Rachel Roth, Erza Scarlet, She-Hulk/Jennifer Walters, Mitsuki Bakugo, Hinata Hyuga, Cinder Fall, Android 18, Bullet (Blazblue), Juri Han

Meme(s): Heart Eyes, Bang The Nightmares Away, Butt Stare, Hate Fuck, Diary Confession, Condom Break, Cheerleader Outfit, Pizza Delivery

[wellthebardsdead]

Astarion: Solairen, my dear, something is- very wrong with your blood.

Solairen: *dancing lights appearing around him as he looks at astarion* hm? Does it taste bad?

Astarion: no no! It has a, delectably floral taste to it in fact. But… I can’t cast any magic at all after I’ve fed on you. That’s why I was so… so helpless during that fight… I had to stop relying on magic and didn’t have time to draw my bow. If you weren’t nearby well, things, could have gone bad.

Solairen: *dancing lights changing to a hesitant waltz* Ah… perhaps we should try to limit feeds when we’re certain there won’t be a major conflict the day ahead.

Astarion: yes, I think I can sustain myself more than enough on our enemies anyway~ but… I am curious as to why your blood does that?

Solairen: *dancing lights halting, simply floating as he refuses to recollect the memory* …it’s… difficult to explain.

*in the underdark by the susser tree*

Calliope: this tree it’s- sapping my magic away.

Gale: you and I are sitting ducks amongst susser flowers.

Solairen: *speech slurring and body sluggish as he grabs calliope pulling her away from it* that- trees, dangerouss mmmy dame- *stumbles back*

Calliope: sol? What’s wrong Sol?

Gale: are you drunk?

Astarion: darling? *walks to him seeing his eyes literally trembling before he drops to the ground* darling?!

Solairen: *whole body trembling in a violent seizure, memories flashing through his mind of being forced to ingest susser bark, flowers, it’s sap, before having it injected directly into him along with countless other poisons as a guinea pig for his masters. Before the visions fade to him hiding with the deep rothe. Them gently speaking to him with dancing lights, and teaching him how to do the same. The only spell he can cast without magic, without lathanders aid. The lights suddenly glowing brighter as another memory comes, the paladins who saved him luring him over to the fire with food promising to take care of him*

“Solairen, your name is Solairen now child.”

“Like lathanders mighty Solars.”

“You’re safe now Solairen…”

Astarion: Solairen? Wake up, wake up we’re safe now!

Solairen: *blinks awake coming out of his fit to find myconids looming over him, spores sprinkling on his face bringing him out of the seizure* h-huh?… where?… who are you?… I’m… hungry… I’ll be… good…

Astarion: *frowns realising he’s not all there at the moment, most likely reliving a memory* shhh, it’s okay… *holds his face gently* I’ll take care of you…

Solairen: *dancing lights appearing around his head again, showing he feels safe* thank… you…

[amadea-nachtmusik]

"Bach is the father, we are the youngsters. Those of us who can do a decent thing learned how from him."

(Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart referring to Philipp Emanuel Bach, in Leipzig.)

"Here, at last, is something from which one can learn!"

Carl Philipp Emanuel Bach : Symphonie en sol majeur [Symphony in G major]

Sous la direction de François-Xavier Roth, l'Orchestre national de France joue la Symphonie en sol majeur de Carl Philipp Emanuel Bach.

Under the direction of François-Xavier Roth, the Orchester national de France plays the Symphony in G major by Carl Philipp Emanuel Bach.