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[chaos-has-theories]

It's here! My TLT Hemospectrum chart. Turns out I'd even finished the description, it just needed light editing.

One day I said to my roommate "Gideon is just so rustblood coded" and then I said "Harrow is definitely a blue blood" and three days later I had this. I'm… sorry? But don't get me wrong, I am deadly serious. THE BUTTS (colors) MATCH

Blank Hemospectrum chart by Rotommowtom, found here. Explanation/Image ID below.

Let's start from the bottom, shall we?

Gideon Nav: candy-red Images: GtN cover; astrological cancer symbol/Sign of the Signless; the scratched out Ninth on Gideon's chapter skull Text: "incongruously red hair" "mutant blood" "the Signless" Additional lines to Rust Class (for her servitude) and Bronze class (for her specific colors)

And, well. She's lesbian Jesus. Just like Karkat and Kankri. Sth sth Gideon's first act being unlocking her cuffs sth the sign of the signless sth Gideon on that fence vs the Sufferer in his Saint Sebastian getup. Quoth also my roommate: "Gideon wearing glasses and her hood is like Karkat greytyping"

Gideon is incredibly Rustblood-coded. Just look at her eyes and hair and the colors on her book.

But it really is no more than coding. Because very clearly, she's actually mutant candy-red! The Signless. She grows up without a Lusus parents and she is treated as a mutant and an outcast by the Ninth House. She's assumed to be at the bottom of the barrel when really she should be all the way at the top.

Rust Class: Second House Text: "A very common class, often used to serve and protect Highbloods, often has jobs tailored to Janitorial work, sometimes has Psychic Abilities" "Second-styled Cohort all scarlet and white" Title: Ranked Captain

The actual Rustbloods. Have you ever looked through the Dramatis Personae of GtN and noticed that the 2nd have seemingly no inherited title* whatsoever? Yeah. And obviously, their house color is red. Plus, compare how Judith only ever thinks she has any kind of cachet around the rest of the houses, even though her one attempt to pull rank fails miserably. ("A cohort captain don't rank higher than a Third official.")

(*Judith does get adressed as "Lady Judith" by Teacher once. Draw your own conclusions, but I think that might be generic towards a house heir with no other titles.)

Bronze Class: Fifth or Seventh? Text: "Are often Gifted with the Ability to Commune with Animals" "brown, long coated suit" (fifth); "'I agree', said her bronze statue of a cavalier" (seventh)

Gold Class: Eighth House Text: "Very often has Psychic Abilities, Often used as External Power Sources" "soul siphoner" "mustard blood" "mayonnaise uncle"; "Nona's eyes were a deep, warm gold" Title: Master Templar

This one I'm the most unclear on. By House colors, it would have to be the Fifth, but I also have reasons to place them higher up in the chart.

Additionally Protesilaus (non-puppeted version ) gets described as "bronzed and vigorous" and a "bronze statue" three times in row. As we've already seen with Gideon, though, I suspect that necros and their cavs can be placed in different Classes. There's 12 of them, after all, and only 9 Houses. I'm inclined to give this one to Pro, and maybe even Dulcie - she and Tavros have at least the wheelchair in common.

This is the one that struck me with lightning and had me go down this rabbit-hole in earnest. "Often used as external power sources". Did you mean: Soul Siphoning?

And: Gold blood gets derogatorily described as "mustard blood" on multiple occasions. Mayonnaise uncle, anyone?

Note that I'd consider placing Silas higher up on his own, but he patently does not have a noble title. Even Teacher just calls him "Master Octakiseron". Still, I've got a tentative line up to Teal for his "justice of the tome".

Olive Class: The Sixth Text: "Rarely having Psychic abilities. The Middle Class."; "nice normal olive" Title: Master Warden

There's an extra line here, linking Alecto's golden eyes to the idea of an external power source. (And Gideon's, of course. There's a theme about only the cavalier characters being Golden.)

Also, while one of the Third House colors is Gold, I have good reason to keep them further up this pyramid. In any case, it's mostly Corona who gets described as the "golden twin" (in GtN). See also this on the question of whether Corona has been used as Ianthe's power source since birth.

Jade Class: Fifth House? Text: "Oddly a very rare class. Tends to the Mother Grub and assists young grubs" "A strong relationship with both Tettares and Chatur" Title: Lady (and Seneschal) of Koniortos Court

This one was a bit more difficult, but Camilla is described as having "olive skin" twice (those being the only uses of the word in all three books). Also, just vibes-based, I asked around, and this was the result.

More importantly, maybe: "the middle class". You will find that noone below this line has a noble title, while everyone above does. Yes, everyone.

Slightly unclear here, except that Magnus and Abigail have the strongest parent vibes I've ever seen. Their whole house uses those parent vibes as political weapons, okay. Lipsticks, chainsaws, and how the fifth "skinned itself over with such airs of civilization…but they were spirit talkers, and speakers to the dead. And the dead were savage." Relatedly: "Abigail Pent blazed like a flare from a blue and Alien sun…. Abigail was soaking wet, wreathed in hot mistlike shimmers by spirit magic… A reek hit Harrow like a faceful of snow: water, brine, blood." Compare that to Kanaya's shiny rainbow drinker form.

I am also having thoughts about Nona being called a "green thing". Sth sth mother grub, and the ability to repopulate humanity.

Teal Class: Seventh House Text: "Often Legislacerators, and often deals with judicial issues"; "Her dress was a (concoction) of seafoam" Title: Duchess (and Knight) of Rhodes

See also sth sth representation of disabilty as seen in both Dulcie and Terezi, and potentially even how Cytherea causes Gideon's death, while Dulcie tells Harrow that she might still be saved. Compare to Terezi killing and then saving Vriska to save everyone… le shrug, as the kids say.

Colorwise perfectly correct, and a Duchess definitely belongs into the Bluebloods.

I don't know what to think about the "Judicial Issues" - hence the uncertain line connecting to Silas and the "judgement of the tome" - but admittedly Cytherea is at Canaan House to mete out her version of justice.

Cerulean Class: Ninth House Images: HtN cover Text: "Sometimes has the Ability to Mind control others"; "'You can control my body,' she said. 'You can read my thoughts.' 'No. Not remotely.'

Somewhat unclear. But the line about whether or not Harrow can control Gideon was always… hm. Is "borrowing perceptions" really so much different from mind reading? Besides, mind controlling Gideon is like Harrow's #1 activity starting in chapter one, even if she does it through considerable planning. And of course once we get into the permeability of the soul, looking at "your most intimate memories" is the least of your troubles.

Anyway, Harrow is just so blue-coded. It's her cover, her vibes, and listen: Teacher and Aiglamene call her "Your Grace". It's the correct style for a Bishop or Archbishop, but it's also solidly intriguing considering it's also used for Duchesses and Kings (real life) and Lyctors (NtN).

Indigo Class: Fourth House Text: "Often possesses high levels of Physical Strength and Nobility"; "blue hood". Title: Baron (and Knight) of Tisis

The Dreadful Teens wear blue. Strength, Nobility, Fidelity, and the Emperor.

Purple Class: Third House Text: "Highest Landdwelling Caste, keeps lowerbloods in check"; "Ianthe's pallid purple irises" Title: Princess of Ida

Violet Class: Third House Text: "Royal bloods that ensure the safety of the empress"; "deep, liquid violet"; "I won't tell her. You can't do this, doll, not now."; "1950s-style human greaser" Title: (Crown) Princess and Prince of Ida

Things get properly interesting here. Because yeah, blah blah, highest titles of the nobility, "royal bloods" and princesses; and Naberius' connection to pre-scratch Cronus Ampora.

But while Coronabeth's eyes consistently get described as "violet", Ianthe's are only ever "purple". Or occasionally "dying violets". "Violets on dialysis." Definitely not true violet, no matter how much Ianthe tries. Also, Ianthe "Gatekeep" Tridentarius loves to keep lowbloods in check. It's like her favorite thing.

To get our purples mixed up even more, it's the Fuchsias that traditionally fight with tridents in Homestuck. Tridents, Tridentarius, Trident Knife. Though of course -

Fuchsia Class: First House Text: "The Ruling Empress, has the power to enforce and influence all castes"; "Necromancer Divine, King of the Nine Renewals, our Resurrector, the Necrolord Prime" Title: The Emperor

Do I really need to explain that? He's the Emperor. Of course he's at the top of the pyramid. His "Stop" spell thingy is just the cherry on top. What else could there be to say?

…I'm SO glad you asked. Cherub time!

Alecto: Lime Green Images: green cherub spiral Text: "The dominant personality will then completely consume the other, integr8ting it in such a way that only one is left."; "Muse of Space"

John Gaius: Candy Red Text: "I mastered Death, Harrowhark; I wish I'd done the smarter thing and mastered Time."; "Lord of Time"

Aaaand that's it! Thank you most kindly for reading all this, and if you have any questions, ideas, or frustrated noises to make, come scream at me please :D

I've talked about this before, but John and Alecto are absolutely a Lord of Time/Muse of Space duo. Active vs Passive, life vs death, and the process of a cherub maturing is eerily like Lyctorhood.

There's been plenty of theorizing on whether John actually does control time. Personally I don't think so, but it's certainly suggestive! And if John's the metaphorical mutant red, it's exactly what passed on to Gideon ("lipochrome. recessive") while the lime green neatly ties Alecto back to her "green and breathing thing".

[undereveningstars]

Moon Reflections: November 25th

Luna waxes in Sagittarius, and I consider the absolute freedom of the sign. To refuse a set path and go where one pleases. To allow one’s beliefs to change from moment to moment, unbound by orthodoxy. There is a looseness and a weightlessness in Sagittarius, the sign where everything is possible.

When I imagine Sagittarius, I imagine a mountain, and the hope of an encounter with the gods should one reach the summit. At the top of the mountain, perhaps, within the limits of our mortal senses, we may catch a glimpse of Zeus towering over Mount Olympus.

But Luna’s journey over the Sagittarian mountain has not been straightforward (is it ever?). As I write, she separates from an opposition with Mars in Gemini that occurred a few hours earlier. The Sagittarian trance of optimism was momentarily broken by a warning call from Mars. Beware of danger on the mountain: an unseen stone jutting up from the path, risking a broken ankle; a hungry mountain lion stalking from above. Did Luna heed the call of Mars and wait out the danger, or did she press on, risking confrontation and injury? As with everything in astrology, there are endless variations on how this story played out, and all of them are true.

By now, the danger has passed, and our young adventurer (for this lunation is less than two days old) is applying to a square with the ruler of Sagittarius, Jupiter. I like to imagine her standing now at the top of the great mountain, the whole world laid before her feet, her perspective forever changed by what she sees---the square, after all, is a dynamic aspect. After the perfection of the square she will spend some time void of course, and I imagine her lingering for awhile in this place, outside of space and time.

Of course, what goes up must come down, and Luna will enter Capricorn later today to begin the harrowing journey back down the mountain.

[centrumlumina]

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I didn’t want to have to say this, but: anyone who thinks that the Boathouse Scene was a “Girlboss moment” has completely missed the point of Katya’s character arc and, frankly, the movie as a whole.

Katya’s arc is about the ways that her life is defined by the men around her. Goncharov, Andrey, Valery - they all have their own ideas of how she should act, who she should be. She doesn’t want to be a housewife, but in the strictly gendered society she lives in, she isn’t allowed to seek fulfilment beyond that.

The subtext of the conversation in the market is pretty blatant - Katya wants to be allowed to discover who she really is away from the obligations of her family, lovers, and husband. Sofia giving her the apple represents the offer of that freedom. Some people have interpreted this as a temptation - the serpent with Eve, and all the pseudosexual tension that implies - but I view it as an intentional subversion of that image, given the way Sofia is haloed in light throughout the scene. (The homoeroticism is real, though!)

I can see where some people get confused by the ending, because Katya does successfully escape her domestic life - but she doesn’t achieve that through the spiritual offer of self-knowledge Sofia represents! Her love for Goncharov and Andrey won’t allow that. Instead she betrays Sofia and winds up in the boathouse, holding the gun; the men around her have finally dragged her into their life of violence. She might survive the end of the movie, but she has lost everything she cared about, and instead of pursuing the independence she initially wanted, it’s implied (I heard confirmed in a cast interview? if anyone has a source for that let me know!) that she returns to Russia to pursue further vengeance.

Katya’s story arc is not about her being a Girlboss - she isn’t beating the men at their own game, or if she is it’s not a game worth playing. Katya is a tragedy, and a warning about the way the violence of men damages the women around them. Killing is never something to aspire to - it is only, as Valery says, “a clock ticking down to midnight.”

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#4

Did your ship make the top 5?

View the full list now on my AO3, along with the Top 100 Overall and the Top 100 Femslash pairings.

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#3

What fanfic was the world writing in 2021? (AO3 Year In Review)

Click through to AO3 to read the full top 100 list of the most popular relationship tags of 2021!

637 notes - Posted January 1, 2022

#2

pre-resurrection gang is like: every friend group should include

a bimbo (cristabel)

two mean bisexuals (augustine & mercymorn)

an even meaner lesbian (cassiopeia)

she/theys (pyrrha)

he/theys (gideon)

a token straight that’s on thin ice (alfred)

two preserved corpses you puppeteer around with you (ulysses & titania)

an astrology bitch who has everyone’s birth chart memorized (nigella)

and a short king (john)

708 notes - Posted October 19, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Here is my Hot Tridentarii take: Babs is not Ianthe’s cavalier. Coronabeth is, and always has been, Ianthe’s cavalier. The reason Ianthe ate Babs had nothing to do with who he was, and everything to do with him not being Corona.

Ianthe and Coronabeth represent a model of the Lyctor/cav relationship to parallel Harrow & Gideon, just like Pal & Cam do. But where Pal & Cam loved each other so much they became one person, Ianthe’s choice was that she loved Coronabeth so much that she could not stand to consume her, and as a result pushed her away.

...which is exactly what Harrow did to Gideon with her home-grown lobotomy in HtN. I gave you my whole life and you didn’t even want it.

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#5

Alessandro really pun-phobic tonight, MIKA you're doing amazing sweety

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#4

San Marino really looked at Maneskin and thought "let's do this but worse"

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#3

this post caters to like 2 people but here’s the worst joke I could think of

142 notes - Posted August 15, 2022

#2

astrology bitches be like "oh my pisces is gonna be in the sixth house that means I will be happy in august" or whatever. meanwhile I'm over here like "my harrow is in the first house and I'm having a terrible time"

318 notes - Posted July 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Look I know it's a ballad, but can we pls appreciate the dramatic outfit Australia is pulling off

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Locked Tomb UQuiz Masterpost!

Hellllooooo. I make a lot of uquizzes on Twitter for fun. i post/make them at various levels of seriousness, so they are mostly the farthest thing from professional and pretty horny and silly.* But if you want to take a bunch of locked tomb personality quizzes made by a silly nerd, here’s a list from over the years!

Every quiz is probably NSFW lol. More recent ones have Nona spoilers (at the bottom of list)

There are also other quizzes that are by other amazing people, take their quizzes too (too stoned to figure out how to find all those) (if you want to reblog with your own quizzes pls do so)

here you gooooooo. 

Which Ianthe vibe are you?

Which Griddlehark quote/moment are you?

Which goth Harrow nickname are you?

Which name does Harrowhark Nonagesimus call you?

How fucked up are you? (based on a very specific TLT measurement) 

Which hilarious Mercymorn insult are you?

What does your TLT House say about you as a lover?

What sexy Cytherea moment are you?

What TLT meme are you?

Which article of Harrowhark’s clothing are you?

What type of cavalier are you?

How quickly would you die in Canaan House?

What does Ianthe call you?

Which TLT woman are you going on a hot date with?

Which Third House au plot point are you?

Which Ninth House feature/element are you?

Which fake TLT academic journal title are you?

What makkachinning Griddlehark AU are you? 

Answer would you rather questions and get assigned a TLT wife!

How well do you know Ianthe Tridentarius? 

Analyze this Gideon and Ianthe banter scene and I’ll guess your astrological sign incorrectly. 

Choose your own adventure TLT au (which original Lyctor are you?)

Which piece of TLT underwear are you?

Answer FMK - get assigned a strange TLT au of my own creation.

Which cursed TWT fan TLT moment are you (would you rather)

Which certified TLT stoner are you?

Answer some Qs and get assigned a TLT hottie and a Taylor Swift song 

Which BOE prisoner are you from “As yet Unsent”

Which brat Ianthe moment /emoji are u???

How long could you stay married with Ianthe?

Which false homestuck reference in TLT are you?

Match a reaction image to TLT characters and get assigned a TLT ex-gf

Which TLT cat are you? 

Which form of Alecto are you going to date?

What interpretation of Mercymorn’s drawing of a RB are you?

What is your TLT toxic trait (character edition)? 

What is your TLT love language? 

What is your job during the Great Jizz Heist? 

What’s your toxic tlt trait (fandom edition)?

Top, bottom or switch, TLT edition

Which arcane x tlt ship are you?

Which line from the Nona book summary are you?

who is your TLT secret santa and what do they get you?

R u hole or slick or knot? decorate a christmas tree.

What Tor nona cover promotion tweet are you?

What Nona cover detail are you?

Which horny TLT moment are you?

Who is your TLT one night stand?

Who in Bridgerton are you? (TLT x bridgerton )

which Locked Tomb villain are you?

What kind of ass would Ianthe flesh magic onto you?

Whose strap are you []ing tonight?

Who is your 2022 TLT pride crew?

Are you top bottom or switch (nona edition)? 

Which name does Pyrrha call you? 

*Please note that these quizzes are made by a freak who is friends with freaks and doesn’t fuck with trying to police other ppls shipping choices lmao. 

[carnivalsofsilverfish]

Tagged by @lovecorethot !!! Thanks so much for thinking of me!!! I truly don’t do these enough!

I tag any of my buds on here! You know who you are! Or anyone who follows me - do it and link me! I’d love to see!!!

Name/nickname: Genevieve - Gen/Eve, and I was also Tinkerbell in the last bit of high school LMAO

Pronouns: She/her, and def a girl, but honestly, I like them all!

Star Sign: uuuuh I’m astrology illiterate but I think it’s Pisces???

Height 5 feet on the dot, baby! Fun size!

Time: About 8 pm!

Song Stuck in My Head: Lemon to a Knife Fight by The Wombats

Favourite Bands: Dispatch, Morcheeba, The Wombats, The Killers

Favourite Solo Artists: David Gray, Kenna, Mika, Angelique Kidjo

Last Movie: Attack of the Clones (some friends and I are doing the machete order so next time is Empire at least!)

Last Show: Wandavision

When Did You Create This Blog: 2011/12 I think?

What Do I Post: My art, aesthetic, historical fashion, gay stuff, whatever I’m super into, pretty reliably Star Wars, and sjw shit

Last Thing I Googled: tried to figure out if Pisces was my star sign for this LMAO found out my rising is Cancer and my moon is Capricorn, I think!

Do I Get Asks: mostly for commissions!

Why I chose my URL: line from my favourite David Gray song!

Why You Originally Joined Tumblr: fashion photo sets always seemed to come from here!

Why You Stay: fashion photo sets always seem to come from here!

Average Hours of Sleep: frankly embarrassing

Lucky Number: none! I just have a few I like!

Instruments: violin

What I’m Wearing: I’m in the bath, so bubbles currently, but in a few minutes it’ll be my Stitch onesie

Dream Job: artist and trophy wife

Dream Trip: I’m kind of obsessed with everywhere I’ve ever been, except London, which I can’t stand (too many French genes probably!) and to which I have only gone against my will on my way to somewhere cooler, but some of my tops are southern Turkey, southern France, southern Italy, South Africa (I’ve loved everywhere I’ve been there), Hawaii, Sri Lanka, China (went all over the country and loved it all), and Japan - for somewhere I haven’t been, Goa or Kerala in India, Osaka and Disney in Japan, Alexandria in Egypt, and somewhere in Morocco I haven’t picked! Also probably the Gold Coast in Australia! Give me warm weather pretty plants, and a beach, baby! Or a Disney theme park. I love a Disney theme park!

Last Book I Read: Harrow the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir was the last one I finished, currently reading Into the Dark by Claudia Gray while doing this!

Favourite Food: Turkish, Thai, Indian and Japanese, but if I’m honest, restaurants specializing in regional food are my favourite and I literally will eat it and love it all - there’s also very specific dishes and drinks from all over the world that I’m obsessed with, as anyone whose asked me about teh tarik, for example, can attest

Nationality: Canadian

Favourite Song: Too many LOL! Maaaaaybe the answer I’m feeling at this moment might be Elle Me Dit by Mika???

Top Three Fictional Universes: Star Wars, Discworld, Kingdom Hearts

[katherine1753]

I was tagged by @slow-burn-sally​ thanks friend :D

your name and then what you would have named yourself

Katherine. I’m not sure, something shorter or that can only be spelled one way lol. 

astrological sign (sun/moon/rising if you know them)

Cancer. I have no idea what sun/moon/rising means. I was supposed to be born during Virgo though if that means anything?

when did you join tumblr and why?

......2010. To follow some fandom artists I liked on deviantart and some youtube people. I’ve been here a good long while.

top 5 fandoms

Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell, The Terror, The Untamed, Good Omens, uhhhhhh either Star Wars or Sherlock idk I’m very focused on the other four right now haha

top 5 favorite films

I don’t knowwww um The Holiday, Ocean’s 8, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, The Shining, Beauty and the Beast

go to song when you wanna Feel something

Wildfire - Marianas Trench

what’s your religion or faith if you have one?

I was raised Methodist so I guess that? 

a song that makes you feel seen

hmmm probably something else by Marianas Trench tbh 

if you could have any career

Wellll I love my job, I’m a kennel manager/dog groomer(mostly), maybe the same thing but paid better lol. I mean I’d love to be like a singer or artist or something but I’m thinking realistically here. I’m doing absolutely nothing with my degree/s, so something in those fields would be nice too...

do you have a type?

I don’t think so? I’m mostly into women and I just like any of them. As for men, at least fictionally, I like men who look like they’re straight out of the 1800s, ready to faint from scurvy or tuberculosis or something. Or the dark brooding type. Would I like any of them as regular human beings? I have no idea. As for everyone else, *shrug*? idk just someone who’s nice to me

what does your heart/soul yearn for

a HUG. freaking hugs. physical touch. Stupid covid. My best friend and I have seen each other at a distance a few times this year because it’s our 20th year of friendship and I can’t even hug her and it physically pains me that I cannot. 

if you had to describe yourself in 5 words

quiet, creative, tired, indecisive, good-with-animals

favorite subjects in school

in high school, band. in college...most of my major classes? uhhh Celtic Prehistory and Archaeogeology are standing out at the moment. 

where does your soul feel most at home

somewhere with woods/mountains/moss

top 5 fictional characters:

ahhhh I’ll limit myself to one per fandom: John Segundus, Thomas Jopson, Dana Scully, Wen Ning, Belle

top 3 moments in a show that made you ugly cry

Nicole and I just finished the Untamed so I’m going with that: 1. When Wen Ning yelled all the truths at Cheng and it was a huge massive reveal that I predicted but all of the pretty men were crying and it was emotionalllllll. 2. like the entire rest of the show ummm the long lost cousin/child/nephew reveal 3. The ending. “...Wei Ying.” if you know then you KNOW

the earth, the sun, the moon or the stars

earth

favorite kind of weather

basically now? Fall. Any of it. 

top 3 characters you kin with

ummmm idk Guillermo de la Cruz, Lan Zhan, can I say John Segundus again? 

favorite medium of art

pencil/pen/marker. Something on a paper!

introvert/extrovert/ambivert

oh introvert for sure. 

a favorite literary quote

“the Beauty of the House is immeasurable; its Kindness infinite” - Piranesi

some of your favorite books:

and suddenly I’ve forgotten every book I’ve ever read. Piranesi, Gideon the Ninth/Harrow the Ninth, Neverwhere, Good Omens, And Then There Were None

if you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?

I’m in GA, I like GA, somewhere by myself. 

if you could live in any time in history when would it be?

as much as I love historical periods, probably now. Medically I wouldn’t have done so well otherwise lol 

if you could play any instrument masterfully

I think piano or guitar would be the most like...useful? I was pretty decent at clarinet. 

if you have one, what mythological god or goddess do you feel a connection to

Idk, I’ve always thought Hades was cool 

and lastly, favorite recent selfie in your camera roll

my hair is a completely different color now but this was from a couple weeks ago. It’s a decent one!

[taltos-seidmadr]

I was tagged in a “Answer questions, tag people” thing by @apocalypticglitter so now I must oblige my civic duty! Thank you for tagging me!

Answer 17 questions (+1 because 18 is my favourite number) and tag 17 people (if you can)

Nickname: Sithi Sun sign: Sagittarius Height: I’m like... Three stacked cans of whoop ass. In a trench coat huge sweater. Hogwarts House: the valid one aka. Hufflepuff (Don’t @ me) Last thing I googled: BULL FROGS?! This is @mkingamess ‘s fault. I was curious how big they really are Favourite musicians: UHHHMM this is a super hard question for me to answer tbh cause my taste in music fluctuates daily. I will give a shoutout to some musicians/albums that I can think off the top of my head and imo don’t get enough recognition:

If you are into industrial metal/EDM type of shit, Hatari is really fucking lit. Some may know them from the Eurovision already. I just accidentally stumbled into them via the Discover Weekly on Spotify like half a year before the competition

The Magic Got Killed by Too Tangled - literally the two most attractive voices in the world, listening to this always makes me feel painfully bisexual

The self titled and only album of Fear and the Nervous System is is a curious experience. I have literally never heard anyone in my life sing with as much harrowing intensity and passion as this singer, to the point that I don’t even know if I would call it singing anymore... but it does work and fold into the instrumentals very well, creating a rather unique mood. Genuine “Let me wallow in my depression for an hour before I move on” kind of music. It might click with you, might not. But I do think it’s very underrated. 

Pagans in this corner of tumblr I think would enjoy the shit out of Faun, they got many good songs but my absolute fave is Egil’s Saga

Song stuck in my head: 

Probably best young scrolls track to date. Spits more fire than the Red Mountain, yo. 

Following: around 300 Followers: just passed 1k(?! That’s a lot?! Should I do like, a giveaway or something) 🤔 Amount of sleep: What a weird question... I slept about 7 hours last night. Lucky number(s): 3, 7, 8, 18 Dream job(s): illegal back-alley cyberpunk prosthetics designer/repairman (dont have the qualifications or the technology but one can dream) bog body that starry-eyed semi-feral singers write songs about (possibly attainable?) village cryptid (probably already achieved the status but unfortunately not getting paid for it) artist (I’m doing this one, so hooray!)  Wearing: I’m in my sleepwear already lol. It’s a pair of wide comfy black pants, and a big moss green shirt with a geometric pattern (there used to be gold and silver paint on it but that unfortunately faded out, now it’s just black).  Favourite songs: My answer is same as above really... Idk harrass me in my askbox maybe I will recommend you some songs.  Instruments played: I could play a little guitar at a time, but I’ve forgotten most of it.

Hey, this is only 15! I will add 3 more:

Something that I’m not good at but thoroughly enjoy: Videogames, hands down. My motoric skills and reaction times are less than desirable, lol. Nevertheless I’m a huge gamer and I just love to immerse myself in imaginary worlds. My favourite Halloween costume ever: I once recreated this dress from scratch with a fairly acceptable degree of accuracy My favourite myth of the god(s) I worship (if doesn’t apply, your favourite folk tale): I fear this is going to be an unoriginal answer, but seriously... could anything top Thrymskvidha?

Fun facts:

When I was born, I almost died.

In spite of my entire family being devout Christians, I remember believing in some form of reincarnation at such an early age that I had no business knowing what the word reincarnation even means. I was in fact very convinced at a time that I’m either one of my great-grandparents on my mother’s side, or from the generation before that. (Now that my religion is what it is, honestly I don’t really know if this is true or not. But I thought this back then for some reason.)

I’m left handed.

Before moving to Germany, I sang in choirs my entire life, some of which were fairly professional level, I guess? We would go to international competitions and stuff. 

I don’t know if this was a weird coincidence or the spirit world itself shifted reality around me to protect me, but I somehow never heard the Frozen theme song in its entirety. In my life. Not one time. Not even when it was on the radio non-stop. If I managed to catch it somewhere, it was always when it was just about to end. 

I used to want to be a professional animator, but when I grew up and researched about the profession more, it didn’t seem like it was worth the hassle. Regardless I’m still obsessed with animation, I watch cartoons all the time and I would like to teach myself how to animate even if just on an amateur level. 

I have no idea how to tie a shoe with only one bunny ear. I was taught the two bunny ears method and that’s all I’ve ever known.

Some things that I associate with Loki that have absolutely nothing to do with the lore or anything include snow, a very specific shade of blue, roses, cherry (but only the scent or flavor, not the fruit) and various forms of iridescence.

Like probably all kids who are into metal, I also dreamed of becoming a rockstar a little bit, but more interestingly, in my fantasy I was going to be blindfolded on stage and I thought that would be my schtick as a performer, for some reason. Of course the cloth would have to be sheer in order for me to be able to see just enough to orient myself on stage. It’s somehow both hilarious and bone-chilling to look back on now, that another and actually kind of obvious solution to the orientation issue never occurred to me on my own

The green shirt mentioned above is the only green piece of clothing I own.

I don’t believe in astrology. :/ (Sorry...?) 

When I was a kid, I entered a nationwide contest to write a faux folk tale and my tale made it to the semifinals. 

The only “what is your favourite” type of question I can give a straightforward answer to is what my favourite book is. It’s The Neverending Story by Michael Ende (who would have thought!)

I knew I was nonbinary my entire life, but I only learned that there is a word for it when I was 25.

Besides my native Hungarian, English, and a little German that I speak, I also learned Japanese and Norwegian (in highschool and during university, respectively) both for 3 years each, and I was on roughly B1 (low intermediate) level in them at my best. I don’t remember much of Japanese, and I only understand a little Norwegian when it’s in front of me to read, but once German is no longer the priority, I would like to relearn them at least a little bit. 

One of my completely useless talents is that if we talk to each other and I have a drink in my hand, I will somehow supernaturally detect it from your brainwaves when you are about to tell a funny joke and will attempt to drink just beforehand. This has happened so often that I can now suppress the instinctive urge to try to swallow the drink halfway wrong and choke on it. If you were planning to assassinate me this way, it would not work.

The reason why 18 is my favourite number is because my life seems to be entwined with it in a weird, almost supernatural way. For example an unnaturally large number of things that are important to me (including my birth) happened on the 18th of a month. 

Since there is no Halloween party I’m going to this year, I don’t have a specific costume but I will definitely take my make up kit regardless and go absolutely feral with it just to be in the Halloween spirit a little bit. 

Whew man... it was really tough to come up with 18. I’m more boring than i thought.

I tag:

@mkingamess @ragnarokfox @forest--walker @quietdedication @spellbookofthelostandfound @ast-heljar @cloudy-skyes @d-em-t @suilebhride @edderkopper

Anyone who wants to fill this out can consider themselves tagged as well. Tag my name in it too so I can read it. 

[dunmerofskyrim]

21

At night they kept watches in pairs. Simra and Galgas, Noor and Bandrys. Never Tammunei, and never the brothers together — never one of the settled mer, awake without an ashlander to watch him as he watched them. No trust in all this, they’d agreed in silence. But wariness and mutual gain could walk hand in hand for a time.

Bandrys, louder of the brothers, tried to talk his watches through. Dazzling, the amount of nothing in the world he found to comment on. Hours after their evening meal he’d rub his belly through the blue and yellow stripes of his sash, thoughtful or pained, and narrate his digestion. Under a night sky filled with still pale stars, he’d look up, look over to Simra, look up again, and talk.

“I saw one moving once.”

“A comet?”

“A wandering star, I’ll say.”

“Suppose you wished on it, hm? Wished for wits. That’d explain a lot…”

In the dark, Simra heard his frown. “Wish on it? Hghm. Why’d I do a thing like that?”

“Hm. Must be a Western thing.”

“Outlander superstition, I’ll say. No, everyone knows you can tell a lot by the stars, don’t they? As it goes above, so it runs below.”

Simra thought back on the topics for talk that Bandrys had found in the past. Reckoned he could go his whole life happy without ever again hearing Bandrys talk about what was running below. The shifting of stars at least was better than the tides of his bowels. Simra listened, lending him at least one ear. A half-ear, lobe torn through.

“That’s what the deep-elves knew,” Bandrys continued. “Why they made their…”

“Orreries?”

“That’s right.”

“So you saw this wandering star one time. Right. Star-canny mer that clearly you are, what’d you reckon from it, in your wisdom?”

“Well, I’ll say, I don’t know about wisdom, but…” Bandrys feet shuffled against the ground, heels digging, shy. “This was when my brother and me had just started out. On our way coming north out of Temnar.”

“That where you’re from?”

“More where we ended up. Further south is where we were born, grown. Scaleskins got at our village though, and…I’ll say, maybe you know how that goes. Been at this work long? You must know… Ma got got in the fighting. Fever took da in Temnar, after. Galgas and me, I’ll say we upped roots. Tried to make the best of wandering. So when I saw that star I thought maybe it’s a sign. Maybe I’m doing something right…”

Simra regretted asking, near as soon as he’d asked. It was the kind of question that’d tell him nothing useful about the brothers. All it did was make them real, beyond how they could hinder him, or elsewise what they could offer. Best to stem that flow, before it got too strong.

“I knew an old stargazer once,” Simra said. “Clever old fetcher. Knew all sorts. Astrology, astronomy, and philosophy besides… Don’t reckon even he could fault you, thinking that. Hoping. That’s fair.”

“Fair..? Hghm. I’ll say, I don’t know about that. I don’t know that much is, in the end.” Bandrys’ stomach growled and gurgled, like the call of some animal way off in the night. “It’s all odds, like you said, and usually they’re against you. Best you can do is try slim down the difference.”

That sat better with Simra than any amount of starry symbolism, or trickle-down prophecy from out the night sky. There was enough in the world that hedged and hemmed in your fate already. The family you were born into; the place and the race of your birth. Worse than words would tell, then, to think that the time of your birth, and whatever accidents the stars had overhead from night to night could hedge and hem it all further. Things weren’t fair, but some choices would always be your own. It seemed fairer by far to think that, and put what faith in it you could.

Still, he’d have preferred silence. Alone on watch, cloaked up in Noor’s magic so the stars went out and the world closed off and no light they cast would show out on the plains, he could have written. Red glow tinting the parchment; black runes by magelight, cold as rubies.

The story was a mess by now. Try to make it fit itself – write like people write when they’re pretending they remember – he found he couldn’t write. It turned drab, false, filled with remove and conceit. Masked drama and mummery. But write like he remembered, and like he’d lived it then, five years before, three years, one year ago and counting, and it went all to pieces, and what was left was chaos. But so is life and the living of it. And maybe that was better. Or at least more honest.

Old Ebonheart’s island district is mazed with roads that lead nowhere. Pits where the ground opened out and chasms down into darkness. Climbs and sheers of fallen wreckage, some hard to pass, others impassable. The citadel refuses us. I knew getting in would be hard; that getting through would not be easy. Now I wonder if getting out is even possible — whether it was ever a possibility.

Ruin and hollow abandon. In the way things lie now, I can see it: a shadow of what passed over the city in the Red Year’s first red day.

Towers toppled for aspiring too high. They crushed what lay in their shadow. Others stood strong, shored up by what could only be magic. The sea rose up in waves taller than any tower. Crystals of salt stain the walls, like high-tide marks on the Windhelm waterfront. We walk down streets that the sea coursed through, like rivers flowing inland, fatted on floodwater. The world turned upsidedown and has turned back slowly since.

The ruins are half-reclaimed by growth. Green creepers throng the front of a temple. Impossible to tell if they’re trying to pull it down, or else they’re all that’s holding it up. Where the street yawned open and a hive-house fell inside, storey on storey, gone into the pit, fungi flourish in the wreckage. Green shoots grow between the flagstones we tread on. Something tells me to careful my steps. They’ve struggled up through all of this to sip what they can of the sun. So tread light, that something says. They deserve that much.

We walk. We stop. Another dead end.

The street’s two sides have collapsed together. The buildings lean, closer and narrower, yearning for each other, then finally they meet in wreckage. Splintered timbers halfway to rot; brickwork poured shattersome into brickwork. Like a roadfork but reversed; one path splitting into itself to become no path at all.

Our procession collapses into itself too. A clot of names, faces, voices, and differing opinions. I know how this works now. The others will squabble then look to me as if I know any better. Or else they’ll look to Tammunei through me. Or else they used to, when Tammunei still needed a go-between.

“Over? Listen, he wants to go over! Hah!”

“You saying I can’t climb it?”

“I’m saying we can’t all climb it is what I’m saying. We’re not all cursed with cat-claws and monkey-toes like you.”

“It’ll fall, more’s the point.”

“You so sure?”

“Look at it.”

“That’s your theory, is it? It’ll fall?”

“Look at it and tell me you’re still eager to test it.”

I feel the grimace on my face. Lost my patience with them days ago and it’s been lost ever since. Placing my boots careful over the flagstones, I move to a patch of cold sunlight. Let it soak into my skin. The ruins around us are overgrown. Cinders heap in doorways and hoard up in corners. A shrub clambers along the side of an apartment building, roots battling the plaster and brickwork with time for an ally.

“Ashfall, d’you reckon?” I ask Tammunei, knowing they’ll be beside me.

“What?” they ask, absent, standing on the edge of the shade I stepped out from.

“Plants, mushrooms. Growing things. D’you think it’s ash that did it? Or just that no-one was here to stop it?”

“Ash, I think.” Tammunei’s voice is dry with disuse but elsewise full-returned. Even so, they use it seldom, and are short-spoken when they do.

“That’s the way I’d heard it. A double-edged sword always hanging over Vvardenfell. Ready to smother the sun, suffocate crops, bury families in their houses. Choke the lungs and carry disease. But after it’s done, for all it takes from the present, it gives back to the future. Turns tough ground fertile. Alters things that’d struggle to grow til they’re forced to change and thrive…”

“Ash is fire. Not burning maybe. Not anymore. But still fire. Fire gone still.”

“And that means—?”

“Look!”

A shout goes up. It ripples through the squabble like the sudden shock of a hawk amongst a flock of sparrows. A great fumbling of questions. What? What is it? Where?

A hand points from the squabble’s center. I follow its fingers, up the heights of the ruins to our left. Past tiled half-roofs and tiered gutters, diamond windows, up the cracked face of an apartment building. The top is jagged where its final roof is missing.

“There! Look!”

But the pointing hand points at nothing now.

It was Balambal’s brother who shouted and pointed. Or else a mer he called brother, one of the last leftover from his kin-band. A younger Vereansu, with lynx eyes and a blotch of birthmark pink on his cheek and jaw. Scars are yet to mark his face but their lack marks him all the same: not yet Harrowed.

Balambal is beside him already, bow uncovered and bent round one leg. Quick as instinct, he bends the last bend into it and puts a string to its nocks.

“What was it?” I say. “What did he see?”

The younger mer is already babbling in Velothis, faster than I can follow. I turn to Balambal and ask again with my eyes.

“A face. A ghost? A face.” He frowns. “It was on top of the house-cliff. Up where it’s topless. See?” He points now too, with a nocked arrow. Already he’s crammed a drawing-ring of bone onto his right thumb.

“What? Another corpsewalker?” My left hand’s gone to the hilt of my sword, worrying an inch or so of blade loose from the scabbard. “Could there be more?”

“He says it moved like something living. Stood like someone watching.”

And I think to myself: I knew it. Through the fretting I’m almost smug.

Strange-filtered sunlight from a cloud mired sky. The clack and chunk of hooves, soft against the dirt-road, hard against the stones. The wider softer pad of guar; fewer feet and fewer steps, so they sounded almost like bootfalls and the walking of people.

The sound of travelling clothes shifting constant on skin. Silk had an airy voice, a breathy whisper. Then the creak and fold of leather in the silent strain of harness, saddle and saddlebag, swordbelts and boots.

And then there was the old stiff and softness of Simra’s jacket. All those sounds lived in it and more, so familiar they’d turned almost into a feeling. Silk lining and stitchwork of red and purple flowers; stiff short leather body; soft belled sleeves of softer leather.

He worried what the straps of his satchel were doing to wear at its left shoulder. Like he always worried over it, but couldn’t just stop wearing it. Nowhere to keep it if he saved it for best. And down the years, hadn’t he kept it safe? Not safer than if it had hung all this while, in a hole in the ground of the Grey Quarter. But still uncanny-safe, all considered.

A small rain had fallen again that morning. The road through the plains was half mud, and a quarter again was puddles. Each stand of water showed strange dark reflections as Simra and the rest trudged past. Colourless sky; flying things he’d failed to see when last he’d looked up, but saw plain as day when looking down. And then a corner of his sharp-lined face; a fall of ill-tempered hair or the slanted apricot-stone of an eye. His image, broken into pieces and scattered down the road.

Dark gathers itself up over islandside Ebonheart. What was diffuse in the evening sky condenses into new solid blackness, pricked out with only the smallest holes of starlight. Like fisherfolk gathering in their nets at the end of the day, and the openness of the mesh closes up in a thick black heap.

A cold sets in, deepening as the sky loses light after light after inch of pink-red light. Despite it, Tammunei and I lay side by side, and not together, tangled in each other, like we have before.

Smock, tassel-fringed blanket, two coats that came as gifts from the others. All that lies layered on Tammunei as they lay on their back, hands clutched together at belly-height.

I’m curled beside. I give scarce any warmth out to them and ask scarce any back. I curl like a cat, like a shell, like a secret turning to stone in the stomach of its keeper. Never could sleep except by being small. And I curl round a cold sullen fact.

We are hungry again. Supplies have grown stark and spare again. Through my clothes I feel the warning of my ribs, the threat of my hipbones, worse than usual and soon to get worse. I know from Winters in Windhelm that the true warnings come when you stop feeling hungry. It’s by silence your body says: We are starving.

So, tomorrow will take me away. Out with Shurfa, Balambal, Medis. To pick whatever meat we can from off the bones of this city. To crack whatever marrow we can, sucked from out its bones. And it’s needful, and it’s necessary, and I know that. The welling terror that’s welled up in me comes from how well I know that, and still am scared to go.

Going would take me away again, and take them away from me. And I hate the fear that puts in me, with a hate so hot it’s shameful.

“Knew it,” I say. “Life. The living. People living here. Making lives, I reckon. I said so, didn’t I? I knew it.” This is the kind of backwards tail-chasing thing I say when I’m too scared of silence to crave it.

“I know,” Tammunei says. They make a difficult noise behind their lips, then carry on, reshaping what they said. “No, I knew.”

“Right. I mean — seemed inevitable, right? Knew it when I saw green things growing. It’s like that. Like crops and flowers come from ashfall, rainfall, whatever…”

“No,” they correct me. “It wasn’t a guess. I knew.”

I’ve learnt down the days and months that sometimes Tammunei will tell me more when given quiet to speak in. Works better at getting answers than prodding with outright questions ever does. So I’m quiet. I wait, guilty feeling from already having said too much.

“I know because I can hear them. Loud. More, now that we’re close. There’s a lot now. Sea, city, the broken back of the sea, risen in breaking, up from the sea.” I hear them wince, troubling over their words. “And now them too. Loud before we came here, and now we’re here they’re louder. Hard to hear myself, sometimes. Most times. Sorry…”

I try to imagine it. Like trying to think in a crowded room maybe. Like trying to write in a place loud with words and speaking maybe. “I’m sorry,” I say, stupid.

“No. That’s just it. It was easy at first, after Bodram. When I was gone for a while. Out of myself. I was hollow, so that meant I was a place to sound in?”  The words come slow and thoughtful. Tammunei is explaining to themself as much as me. “Have you ever seen one: a jar full of singing? The settled-folk have them. Metal things, shaped so any sound that goes in will turn and come out as song. Clever. I was like that. I felt…cleverly made.”

I tried to imagine, but never imagined this. Alien to me, this desperate fondness; wanting so bad to be empty.

“I wasn’t myself,” Tammunei says. “So it was easy to be full of other things. Like I’m meant to be.”

Full of hearing, I think. Filled with the song of others. Nothing to feel that feels like it’s your own. It puts a pale disgust at clench in my belly. Maybe it’s the thought of living like that – selfless in the core sense of the word – or maybe it’s something else I’m only now starting to think. An ingrown disgust that this is the person I’d come to want. Who I’d lain next to, held, helped, and got all so heated and heart-pulled over. Just a singing-jar, cleverly made so it would always show back whatever hopes you dropped into it. A thing that couldn’t say yes except by mirroring each yes you gave it.

I think: If this has been a kind of love, I’ve let myself love passivity, and not a person at all. Tammunei doesn’t disgust me, except perhaps a little by this new strangeness. I disgust me. It’s hard to have room left for more, I disgust myself so sickly.

“I didn’t know you were like that. Gone.” I say at last. “You make it sound peaceful…”

“It—… Yes.” Tammunei swallows. “It was peaceful. Appropriate…” Once again, that wistful note gets into their voice and bites me.

My own voice is wooden now, as I talk so I don’t have to think: “If you hear the living, d’you know anything I should know?”

“For while you’re gone?”

“For when I’m gone.”

“Like what?”

“If they’re friends? What they want with us if they’re not?”

“It’s not like that. I don’t…it’s not that I hear the living. I can – sort of – sometimes. But I don’t think I ever did, here. Too much of everything else.”

“What then?”

“I think… What I think I hear…” Another wince. “What I think I hear of the living is how they disturb the dead.”

“They’re scavengers, then?”

“Grave-robbers. Urn-breakers.” Tammunei’s voice is edged with anger now. I can’t tell if it belongs to them or the dead themselves. I wonder if even Tammunei knows.

A city of rags, I think to myself. Figures that it’d make for a city of ragpickers. Makes sense like nothing else has — not for a long time now.

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