#but not a traditional companion ig

[moreaugriffins]

out of curiosity, does anyone else consider the Brigadier to be a companion?

[narenohate]

the reckless, the wild youth (WIP)

(since eda and raine's backstory is so different in this AU, i'm pondering a comic about the two of them and just how and why it went so wrong) (infodump.... ramble?? ig down there + design notes on how my progress is going with this project)

Seb's design notes: anyways i've been dancing with the idea of making canis caninam's witches more animalistic. because yeah im just having fun at this point. bonus, sphynx / owl beast design. i'm not a big fan of her canon design, and it's not because i think she's scary.

my current inspo for the witch faces is a mix of good ol' na'vi 3d models, deerchip's s work (they're on twitter!!) and olya bossak's anthropomorphic portraits!! i didn't just want them to be elves who purr, tbh... though more and more as i post this i'm kind of hoping to get harrassed off the fandom for my weird ideas and "forced" to make this into an original story.

ramble on story derived from conversation with Bow (idea beta tester, victim of the circumstances of my hyperfixation, beautiful white hetero man who got here by accident). IT'S A ROUGH, UNEDITED DRAFT. PARTS OF IT ARE DIRECTLY FROM A CONVERSATION. IT'S ROUGH. Eda is born to the Clawthorne family - daughter of Gwendolyn, a healer, and Dell, a toy maker who married into her clan as to escape the hardships of living outside the barrier, amidst bestial demons... and probably something else, smart enough to scare him into hiding, though that usually goes unsaid. She is one of a pair of twins, and, for the first fourteen suns, eleven moons and twenty-nine sundowns of their lives they are inseparable.

It's their fifteenth birthday when Dell gives them an old grimmoire that has been in his family for centuries. Some of its words have been altered with the years, rewritten and repaired by generations, their meaning lost - symbols re-drawn from memory with each unfortunate accident.

Lilith partakes in that tradition - having to repair a page of a long-winded wild-spell meant to be cast by a powerful warlock, after she spills some tea on it.

that night, the two set out to camp with a group of their friends -hyacinth, a selk nobleman who, despite his young age, served under belos as his huntsmaid and personal cook, and his apprentice, darius, a prodigy who'd already been branded for a coven, and who'd been personally selected by belos to be a companion for the golden-haired boy who'd earned his favor.

and, of course, trailing slightly behind, raine whispers. their glasses are foggy and they already smell like the alcohol they brought to the party.

nobody leaves the outermost wall to camp these days, of course, so the bunch of them settle in an abandoned park, before doing as teenagers do when provided alcohol, and getting plastered.

at some point, eda, raine and hyacinth get into an argument of some kind - one that results in eda opening the grimmoire she brought along, and going along with the plan she'd nearly abandoned: using her rudimentary knowledge of the old tongue the tome was written in, she makes a circle out of salt around herself, and reads the spell.

its words are all wrong. whatever she summons she angers, and, at first, nothing happens.

then, as she and raine lay together on her hammock the afternoon after the party and the tiny backyard camping "trip", eda falls ill.

it was fever and it was vomiting. then the lining of her stomach, then her gums and her teeth and her tongue. her skin sagged and it was like she was all liquid inside it.

raine slept by her bedside, singing to calm her down whenever she awoke. lilith laid in the old manor's basement, endlessly brewing potion after potion to try and quell the pain that refused to ebb away.

darius and hyacinth did not go to belos - instead they were stopped at the door by the clawthorne patriarch, and with his help, took a griffin out of the city, found an old thing. it called itself queen of bats, and it was made of wood, and it knew dell very well.

the three give her the griffin, and spend four sunsets and three sunrises walking back with their prize - it's a living tether, a wooden owl dell had made as a toy for his daughter when she was very young. filled with the griffin's soul, it was given by its enchantress the mission of tethering its holder.

they arrive to a burning house. darius and dell don't speak of it, but the only time they both see the emperor is when they deliver his selk concubine's mutilated carcass at the throne room, laid at his feet like an offering.

dell lost one eye to his daughter, the other eye and both hands to the emperor.

raine was gone to everyone except the thing that eda had become, a sphynx that spared their life for the price of their song. they land atop a rocky cliffface, a few miles away from the outer border of the bonesborough wall - soon, something finds them.

the owl her father had carved for her followed eda, and raine became sure, at that moment, that she wasn't lost.

lilith and darius compensated for hyacinth's loss, sitting for years at the foot of the throne as the emperor's guards, until belos found it fit to entrust them both to make for him a new selkie servant - they took hyacinth's old heart, a blue stone that ebbed and flowed, and they took the lungs of a dragon, the innards of a maiden, and all the blood they could get from a seal-devil, along with a tiny fragment of bone that had been strapped to hyacinth's old heart.

they spend day and night putting him together - the rough face of clay mixed with blood, the organs gracefully gifted, the bone.

they bury the sculpture. a boy digs himself out of the dirt while they sleep in the temple, curled up together in a mess of ratty old sheets they'd found.

they name him hunter because he was more demon than boy, but had hyacinth's face, and, though something seemed very wrong, he had somehow killed and dragged in a rat to eat by their side during the time they'd spent asleep.

belos allows the name to stay, and grants them both titles and robes of white, and allows them to mary whomever they wish.

lilith secludes herself to a temple and studies every grimmoire she can, and darius takes on apprentice after apprentice, teaching them how to pull the throat strings of a bard out, and how to best slay a sphynx.

hunter looks just like hyacinth, and, despite how strongly he'd imprinted on his makers, they both hate him from just the look in his eyes.

lilith finds the portraits of every other selk concubine, every other golden guard.

it's always hyacinth's face. meanwhile, raine managed to unearth eda - partially.

they bind her to them, and she remembers very little, but she is undeniably herself, and despite the tragedy of her body, or maybe because of it, she seeks to cause chaos. she embraces the life of a wildling, and raine follows in her stead.

a year passes. then two. three, maybe. probably more, considering everything that comes after. what really matters is that, as raine grows more frantic in their search for something that can help her, occasionally coming in contact with the fragmented clawthorne family's matriarch (before finding her treatments too harsh), all in search for a way to stabilize eda's mind and body...

she accepts that fate she was given.

the system of castes and castings and divisions becomes pointless to her, and she eagerly, easily pushes raine to rebellion by her side. the wards around the walls have nothing against her - usually, griffins and dragons don't fly that high.

raine found gwen's attempts to heal her daughter too much - but at some point, more than a decade after the two set out together, a night after raine settles a chain with a golden ring around her massive paw's wrist, they catch wind, through that shared palisman of theirs, that raine's mother has passed.

they leave eda to sleep atop the church, tail around its tower, and enter it to pray.

they meet someone - a who who dances on the edge of being a what - and, in their grief, bear to her their heart, and are offered a deal in return.

all they want in life, for a price, their mind.

eda wakes up, a moon later, transformed, and with every memory made vague, erased except for vague outlines.

naked but for a wedding ring around her neck, in a dark, low chunk of the city, with the body of a beast, she's seen as exotic enough to work the night for a couple years, as she catches up on a life she lost, and takes the name of a harpy, not knowing she's a clawthorne.

… clawthorne health clinic seems so familiar of a name, though. she jots down their contacts. attends every speech given by darius deammonne, head of the carnomantis force, and often borrows from the library books on forbidden magic written or translated by one lilith clawthorne.

it's not familiar.

she feels like it should be, though. so she digs into it all - never takes the name of clawthorne, but as her social standing falls and she teeters ever closer to living outside the walls, the people around her take to calling her the owl-lady.

she eventually takes to stealing from old homes - the abandoned sort, full of hobs and rats and hexes she can easily bypass, with magic as strong (as well-trained, despite the lack of any memory of schooling) as hers.

there's a farm-house, though, mostly burnt, long ago vacated, that feels very familiar when she enters. she tears up despite not remembering her, when she recognizes her twin's face beside her own in a portrait. in the rubble of a bedroom, a large woven hammock still has an old violin sitting broken on top of its torn fabric.

inside its case, the thing she knows she gave up her memories - or maybe something more - for, sits waiting and patient.

... a key to the human realm. she knows a lot about it, and remembers an unbound fascination.

(her one visit goes very wrong, of course - but she can spy through her palisman's little eye, so it's worth it. it's all worth it.)

meanwhile, raine wakes up, married to a woman whose face is foggy to them, with three apprentices who don't know their name but promise they've been there under them for weeks.

whomever wiped their mind didn't bother to take the human-styled wedding ring off their finger.

[freckles-a-constellation]

The Doctor is a tragic character in the best Greek tragedy tradition.

So y'all know how the most common driving factor for intelligence to develop in species is if they're social? (Octopi aren't very social but let's ignore that real quick, the Doctor's a vertebrate anyway so invertebrate intelligence can probably be dismissed as irrelevant) Because after a point, more intelligence isn't really needed to avoid danger or gather food. But more intelligence does make it possible to communicate more efficiently, form more complex social bonds, eventually develop culture. Cue why social species tend to be more intelligent than solitary ones of otherwise comparable lifestyle. And cue why humanity is the way it is.

Now look at Gallifreyans. (I am purposefully ignoring the Timeless Child thing bc I don't rlly believe it and besides, even assuming it's true, The Doctor is similar enough to Gallifreyans to have flawlessly believed himself/themselves/herself to be one for 13+ regenerations, so anything that can be concluded to be true from analysis of Gallifreyans has good basis to be presumed true about the Doctor, whatever the fuck semantics you wanna use) So, Gallifreyans. A species much more advanced than according to DW canon humanity will ever be. More intelligent than humanity. High levels of education and not on the basis of private tutoring. Lives in cities. Has complex language and technology capable of instantly translating pretty much any language of any other species to be understandable to them. (Hell the TARDIS consistently still translates shit to English for the companions while they're outside it.) Complex social structure. That's one fucking social species.

And it gets better. The TARDIS is meant to be operated by a team of six. And even if River was joking about six, it's still clear that it should at least be more than one. Compare the Doctor steering the TARDIS alone to when he was with Susan. I mean, even those two looked like they could use an extra hand. Have you ever seen a human private use vehicle designed with 2+ pilots in mind? Definitely a species more social than humanity.

And the telepathy thing? Hello? Insanely, mind-boggingly social species.

Now take a being this fundamentally social and do something to them so that they see no recourse other than to take one (1) same-species (as far as he was aware disclaimer ig) companion, steal a ship they have little to no clue how to pilot, leave everything and everyone they've ever known and run without ever stopping for breath, no matter how much they miss home, no matter if it hurts. (And I do believe something must have happened to make him run like that, since the beggining, way before the Time War) Have them be scorned, judged, punished, mistreated and rejected by their species, again and again, for ages. Have them love, again and again, only to always lose everyone they've cared about, through abandonment or death. Have them essentially be forced to exterminate their whole species and believe themselves to be the last of their kind, only to be proven wrong by the whole Master situation, which alright is better, but also in some ways is worse. Have them, once again, form deep bonds with companions and once again lose all of them in various varyingly tragic ways until they have no hope left that anyone can ever truly stay for any amount of time even close to satisfactory, that love can for them end in anything but loss and pain. And they can't even avoid love altogether in an effort to spare themselves the inevitable agony of losing loved ones, because they're incapable of not growing to care for those around them. And they can't be without company either, because their sanity goes straight to hell in a handbasket within like,, 5 minutes of being alone.

Let me remind you this is not a human we're talking about. It's a member of a species much more inherently social than humanity. My point?

The Doctor is literally more lonely than the human brain can comprehend.

[ssupthalia]

Larissa Weems

A shot, alpha x alpha, they fuck, cute in the end ig, girls with cocks, valentine's day yaaay

GIF NOT MINE

[ i just need a good omegaverse fic with alpha x alpha (ofc reader and larissa), but i made this. ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE ]

Alpha!Larissa x Alpha!Reader!

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Larissa was always expected to choose an omega mate, not just for her family but also for her future. heirs. So it comes as a shock to everyone, including Larissa, when she ends up choosing another alpha to be her mate. Almost every week, Larissa would have a few dates with omegas, but each and every one of them was rejected by her inner alpha. Until one day, Larissa finds her partner during one of these hearings, an anonymous escort for a foreign omega. With the scent of bergamot and sweet tangerines filling Larissa's nostrils, she knows her search is over. She gets up from her chair and walks towards the omega, completely skirting the omega and arriving right in front of the alpha behind her, who stares at her presence with mild surprise. The two stare at each other before Larissa cracks a smile, nodding her head as the other people around her sigh loudly. The only time the principal had to do this, was for her parents.

"May I know my mate's name?"

Larissa asks, waiting anxiously for the other woman's response.

“Y/NL/N, I'm Principal of *you choose* Academy.”

The woman says, returning Larissa's smile and shocking with the depth of your voice.

“It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Weems.”

You nod with grace. Larissa had heard of your Academy before, a place where alphas, betas, and omegas were treated with equal respect, a stance Larissa wants to adopt in the Nevermore. Though his superiors are well aware of her dreams, they have tried to discourage her countless times, telling Larissa that others, especially alphas, would not tolerate this, not when it harmed them. Perhaps if she could have you by her side, it would be easier for your people to change. After all, an alpha mating another alpha is a rarity, even if they are destined to be mates.

"Nice to meet you too, Y/NL/N."

Larissa returns, feeling much more hopeful about the future now than she did a few minutes before meeting your lovely companion.

With long, shiny, tied silver hair and bright blue eyes, do you particularly think your companion is the most beautiful person in the world? everyone you've met in your life and you've seen many beautiful people, men and women of all secondary genders.

Larissa knows that the typical tradition for predestined alpha couples is that they pursue a platonic relationship while having omega spouses, but she wants to meet you, taking the time to see if there can be mutual love between you, fighting the traditions that required her to secure her bloodline with an omega mate. So Larissa does the unthinkable and risks…

"Miss Y/N, would you do me the honor to let me court you?"

Larissa asked, taking her favorite bracelet off and presenting it to you. Eyes wide with surprise, you hesitate for a moment, then let go. a shaky sigh.

"I will."

You say before reaching out to take the bracelet, only to have your hand held by Larissa.

“Let me put it on.”

Larissa looks into your mesmerizing eyes, lips curling into a dimpled smile as you nod. And that was the beginning of their relationship, filled with love and understanding between two alphas who decided to break with societal norms. Larissa and you got married, mated, and fought for secondary gender equality after the coronation. One would think that between two alphas, routines would be a nightmare to deal with, and then there was the issue of heirs… For the second edition, you and Larissa continue to work on duty. And as for the grooves, well…

“Rissa, stop! You're too tight!"

You scream, drooling as Larissa jumps on top of your cock slamming against her stomach, sweat pouring down her toned body, crushing sounds coming from where her ass is swallowing your cock.

"Oh GOD—!"

Larissa scoffs.

"You...your cock is fi- ah...well..."

She pants, her rhythm doesn't falter as her alpha stamina keeps it moving.

"I thought you loved fucking my ass, what happened to that, huh?"

You look visibly tense, veins bulging as you look down to where Larissa is leading you to the base of your knot in formation, its edge extending so much it looks more like an omega is standing on top of it. you. Except Larissa is definitely an alpha.

"What? Cat got your tongue?"

Larissa teases her behavior by making it seem like she's just talking instead of fucking you with her ass. Because that's what's happening. You're getting ass fucked by Larissa. During Larissa's routine, she prefers to go downstairs first, mainly so she can be less aggressive and take her time opening you up and having sex later. It works both ways, with you doing the same thing during your routine. You whimper, wanting nothing more than to turn Larissa and fuck her that way, but they're both well aware of an alpha's routine instincts. Larissa would settle for nothing less than being the dominant force in this situation.

“R-Rissa”

You whimper uselessly, cupping your own chest and playing with your nipples. Larissa pulls your hands away, her own hands taking their place as she pinches your nipples between her thumbs and forefingers before squeezing the thick muscles beneath them as she uses your chest for support as she rides you even harder.

“You know what to say if it's too much..”

Larissa reminds you, who shakes her head and presses her fingers into the sheets. L

"All goOD-"

You gasp, pushing yourself against Larissa, and get slapped in the chest for your troubles.

“Are you going to cum on me? Will you tie a knot and breed me, Honey?~"

Larissa teases, you moan loudly at the suggestion, unable to hold back any longer as you place your knot in Larissa, filling her with copious amounts of cum. Larissa moans, rubbing and swirling her hips onto your cock, then wraps her hands around her own cock and fucks them until her own knot bursts, cumming into his chest with a deep, guttural growl.

"Fuck yes, Y/N!"

Once the heat of the moment has subsided, Larissa leans in, as far as she can while being tied by a stick and kisses ur forehead. a contrast to their rough sex.

You take Larissa's hand, Larissa's favorite bracelet still hanging around her companion's wrist, and bring it to your mouth, giving it a soft kiss.

"I love you too, my love."

-

this was rushed, sorry for any mistakes

GIF NOT MINE

[trevisos]

OC meme!

tagged by @aliasknives!! thank you love :3

tagging @menzoberranzans @elminsters @tadpole-apocalypse @undead-potatoes and anyone else who wants to do it :3c

B A S I C S

Full name: xarrai. just xarrai lol. they’ve never once used their last name and so that gave me an excuse to never make one up for them :)

Gender: sure. whatever. (transfem flavor)

Sexuality: bi/pan/who cares

Pronouns: any

O T H E R

Family: they don’t remember if they ever met their father or not, and while their mother and at least two half siblings live in neverwinter, they don’t speak at all

Birthplace: the outer city, somewhere between wyrm’s crossing and the basilisk gate

Job: bard, courtesan, information broker, pickpocket, con artist, professional drunkard, etc etc etc. post-game, they add adventurer and (reluctantly) bard college instructor. (jury is still out on if the xarrastarion harper ending is canon in which case they add harper to the list even more reluctantly LOL)

Phobias: loss of autonomy, The Church Of Bane As A Whole lol

Guilty pleasures: if you asked, xarrai would tell you they’re a true hedonist and would never feel guilty for any pleasure. but if you dig deep enough into the trunk they had stashed at the elfsong you will find a collection of some of the worst romance novels in faerun buried under fancy dresses and thigh high boots that they would VEHEMENTLY deny is theirs. they don’t Like these books but they are obsessed with them the way people hate watch reality television LMAO

Hobbies: reading, leather working, writing (mostly music or poetry), stick n poke tattoos, drunkenly making out with strangers at the blushing mermaid, petty theft. obvs they sing and play their lyre but that’s part of their day job so i’m not sure if it counts under hobbies? lmao

M O R A L S

Alignment: chaotic neutral, leaning a littleeee chaotic good by the end of act 3. a little.

Sins: most of them if we’re being fully honest. lmao

Virtues: self-control, vigilance, freedom (is that a virtue? whatever.)

T H I S O R T H A T

Introvert / Extrovert

Organized / Disorganized

Close-minded / Open-minded

Calm / Anxious / Restless

Disagreeable / Agreeable / In between

Cautious / Reckless / In between

Patient / Impatient / In between

Outspoken / Reserved / In between

Leader / Follower / Flexible

Empathetic / Unempathetic / In between

Optimist / Pessimist / Realist

Traditional / Modern / In between

Hard-working / Lazy

this section was such a challenge for xar they r very much an Everything All At Once guy lol. take these answers with a grain of salt ig

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

OTP: astarion, unfortunately for everyone involved

Acceptable Ships: gale (but it never really works out for them,) technically they romance halsin in game as well but it’s not really romantic. tbh u could make an argument for them with most of the companions and it wouldn’t be That outlandish

OT3: i mean like astarion/xarrai/halsin is vaguely canon but they’re never Serious with halsin, though perhaps they get a little more romantically involved with him post-game? realistically i think xar just keeps a rotating cast of other partners coming in and out of their life until the end of time and i rly dont see astarion ever having an issue with it. they would get bored without hearts to break tbh. its enrichment.

Brotp: karlachhhh forever and ever. after she dies, they’re probably closest with gale (sorry gale lol)

Notp: it’s not technically a notp but i am obsessed with how badly xarrai wants jaheira and how she turns them down every time. ur never gonna get that milf honey but u can keep trying

[maximumwobblerbanditdonut]

GIORGIO ARMANI TENNIS CLASSIC - The Hurlingham Club, London 25-29 June 2024

This is the video, at the Giorgio Armani Tennis Classic 🎾 six people in the public sitting in that row that could be invitee placement.

SH is sitting there next to a brunette. I can’t be sure it’s Alice Panikian, Miss Universe Canada 2006, the image is far away and it looks blurred. Even though she wears the same outfit at her IGS.

The invitations are to watch the tennis players' exhibition matches before facing each other at Wimbledon. Possibly it is SH's Public Relations or known friends who helped him benefit from this ticket.

Remember in Britain, everything is tradition-bound and special invitees have to be in their suits! So He got tickets at the drop of the hat. He dressed so casually, for a formal invitation. Also, It’s seen smart dressing is not her style for this type of event.💁‍♀️ The Hurlingham Club didn’t provide the attention given to him two years ago with his mum.

In that case, If they were together, why not end the last day of the Giorgio Armani Tennis Classic with a photo of them when they do things together and she has been in a nice place with SH? the man with so refined “demeanour” the same as his particular taste in “escorts”?

The brunette in The Hurlingham Club’s photo is not LM, SH’s last walk through London.

It would be interesting to know Miss Canada's opinion on the particular tastes of SH lately, her new companion, which is quite obvious!

She likes people Not Toxix. But the act of getting intoxicated with a performing act that she would supposedly not normally do, to hook up with SH speaks volumes.

Posted 30th June 2024

[chthonicgodling]

copypasting my Elysium!Lampad fun fact list from an ig post a while ago in case those of u newish here (or oldish here!) would like the rundown — ahem:

“Greek mythos contains many different species of nymph and within the Underworld, the specific breed that populates the land of the dead are called Lampades, “torch-bearers;” companions of Hecate’s. Within the Elysium’verse over the past few years I’ve ironed out some species design notes and Historically whenever I’m art blocked I sit down and start doodling random Lampades lmfao SOoo - none of these girlies are real named OCs - just me playing with character design!

All of the Elysiumverse!Lampades, in addition to having those signature nymph brand long ears and basically being all girls, possess these traits:

pitch black eyes with white slitted pupils, and black hair

skintones exclusively in various shades of gray or gray-purple

sharp fangs and claws, and are exclusively carnivorous predators

are tethered to the darkness of the Underworld - traditional species of nymphs are tethered to things like flowers, rivers, trees, etc

usually reproduce amongst themselves via parthenogenesis, laying eggs and initially hatching into a larval form—

—although Hecate is also the leader and ✨mom✨ of all of the Lampades (ALL HUNDREDS AND HUNDREDS OF THEM) and she’s always spawning creatures so she probably makes them too 🥰

always styled in fun anachronistic gothy looks, heavy makeup and piercings!

& despite appearances the Lampades are actually very nice!!! it’s all the topside nymphs that are judgy and mean lol

the infinite Lampades always exist in the background gaps of Elysium and maybe one day one of em will break out and gain a name and role but for now…”

* Leuke is the exception to all these rules - she started as a topside dryad and was resurrected into a lampad when Demeter killed her so- she’s the only one in green and white instead of gray and black. for now idk!

[brandycranby]

HI HELLO. I HAVE QUESTIONS! ok so obviously all about my newest obsession raccoon hybrid!reader. ONE. do the others know about stevie's new pet (? is that what we call her idk imma go w this bc it makes the most sense in my brain unless you have a better title)? like is tony aware theres this precious girl hiding out in steves rooms? do bucky and same know about her i must know. TWO if they do know about her how do they react? how does reader react to them knowing about her?

eeee thank you for all the questions 🥺🥺 i’ll try to answer these as best i can, it got kind of sociological and political honestly 🥲 i wish i could loosen up for ridiculous fanfic

a note ig, idk if i want to call her “pet”, both in and out of the AU. that does largely bring up the idea of owners and i don’t know if thats somewhere i want to go since the concept of being "owned" could be jarring for some readers. “companion” may be a better term and it’s even preferred in universe. “pet” would be an outdated term for a hybrid who exists as a live-in partner/entertainment (but technically they are kinda… pets)

ONTO UR QUESTIONS under a cut bc it's too long

they will eventually find out. unless no one ever visits steve’s quarters or notices how he orders extra extra food and spends more time in his room alone. I mean, bucky at the very least would be suspicious lolol sam would also get dragged along into investigating. they might even help steve keep his secret but she’d eventually get bored and sneak out. might go crawling around in the vents and end up bumping into clint who’s just 👀

there are rumors of a compound cryptid going around for a few weeks or months. thor brushes it off, has shared peanut butter with the “horrors” during late night snack time and didn’t know. natasha probably knew from the very beginning bc steve isn’t subtle and she Knows All. tony is the last to know ofc. bruce is concerned about hybrid welfare and is surprised that there's one here???

A lot of “how they react” and “how she reacts” really depends on the status of human-animal hybrids in this universe. A brief history:

for creatures to be treated as sub-human despite having human characteristics/appearances, it would mean that they’ve occurred naturally in the wild for some time and have been incorporated into human society as high class companions or status symbols but largely not.

glossing over a lot of historically linked phenomena like ✨british imperialism✨, the industrial revolution, capitalism, and rapid population growth, hybrids would eventually become victims of not only hydra but also other shady groups who either want to 1) capitalize on breeding and marketing hybrids or illegal trafficking/prostitution, 2) develop super soldiers that are hybrid-based (an alternative route to the serum), 3) or are just fucked up mad scientists who want to experiment on things that wouldn’t technically land them in legal hot water

bc hybrid laws are weird and complicated and i need a real lawyer to help me develop these (except i won’t bc this is strange lil au and i can’t dedicate my whole brain to it). as a whole, i don’t think it’d be strange for countries in the 21st century to have hybrid rights passed as legal regulations. they can talk, they can think for themselves, yes they have animal behaviors and special needs, but they are largely sentient and deserve to be called legal persons.

They can work and do things on their own but i think it’d be a very specialized field like dog hybrids working as TSA assistants bc they have good noses or cat hybrids being preferred dancers for ballet performances. Their role as companions are still relevant, bunny hybrids are cute and very nervous which make them less hireable as a barista for example but are ok for companionship.

(very vague term honestly, this ranges from the traditional lady’s companion role where they’re paid to just live with someone, babysitters/nannies, domestic partnership, to being caregivers or sugar babies 👉🏼👈🏼 also not sure how they'd get hired for this? word of mouth? registery?)

Raccoon hybrids exist but kinda.. aren’t useful in a field or are as desirable as companions. They don’t take orders as well as dog hybrids, are far too mischievous, and aren’t as aesthetically pleasing. Their common stereotype as pests have led to raccoon hybrids living mostly off-grid or as wanderers. This means they have more independence than other hybrids that live as pets but it also means that it’s not uncommon for them to be arrested or disposed of because of complaints.

Again, real life in the US is kinda terrifying right now. What is a right depends on state-to-state legislation. So while hybrids may have full rights in New York, the situation in Texas may be much worse where they are treated more like animals than persons. More horrors: possible open season?

All the Avengers would do their best to accommodate her and make her feel safe in the compound. Maybe they didnt think Steve would have gotten a hybrid on his own but ofc he'd pick one out of a garbage can 😌

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i spent way too long on this 😭😭 thank u for loving my writing aaaa 🥺👉🏼👈🏼 u have no idea how happy that makes me, i write such sappy and soft stuff sometimes

the fic: the berry sweetest

[tryingtimi]

“Make me love myself so that I might love you.”

Devoted to None But One

Since I’m living my Cronyln era right now, I couldn’t help myself. Rip everything else I’m doing in the meantime (like drawings and, you know, work).

Context: The group goes to draar land where there is a tradition that one needs to prove themself to the Queen somehow to stay on her lands. Its not necessarily a canon thing, and not this simple, but yeah. Bra’aka vouched for Cronyl anyway.

CHARACTER EXPLORATION | DYNAMIC EXPLORATION | FLUFF IG | WC: 681

Avelyn had been kneading her sleeve into a ball, she was aware of that. However, she couldn’t stop.

“Show me,” the draar Queen ordered. “Where does your faith lies, small one? Where would you pledge your loyalty to, what would be your last wish for your divine? Show me, and I will take you all as mine.”

Every eye in the room turned to Cronyl as one, waiting. Lines of warriors, shieldmaidens, advisors. Their own group, with Bra’aka on the front. Avelyn was crumbling under their expectant eyes on Cronyl’s behalf.

And not in vain.

Her throat turned sore from the dryness, and she couldn’t swallow from the wet lump it formed there. The worry of how things will turn around.

Because they have seen every present warrior pledge their loyalty to Her Majesty. They descended to one knee and assured her of their faith. Of faith in their Gods, who chose Her to be their voice. They all have witnessed it, and so Avelyn could only stop herself from blinking or breathing rapidly.

The Queen knew what she was doing. She knew, who she needed to address her challenge.

Cronyl had no faith, no religion. He would be loyal to whatever seems right to him, but he’s not believing. He does not pray, nor worship. He’s devoted to none…

Oh dear God above the heavens!

There was a moment of silence and pure stillness when he descended onto one knee without hesitation — right towards Avelyn.

Gasps filled the quiet, and she would have joined them if she wouldn’t be stunned to stone. Her legs were rooted into the ground, her chest vibrating from a sudden thunder. He bowed his head just enough, so he could still look at her from under his lashes.

And those ever-intense eyes had made it clear; whatever he was about to do or say, it will be everything.

He spoke on the tongue she couldn’t nearly understand. In the native tongue of this land, on the language of the draar. Yet, the powerful tone of his words, accompanied by the gentle rhythm of his sentence, well, those softened her heart from shock into hope. Wouldn’t she battled with her emotions about the very man who was kneeling before her, she shouldn’t have been on the edge of tears, perhaps.

“Rise up, honourable one,” the Queen ordered in the common tongue. Her melodic voice brought Avelyn back to the present and reminded her they were among a crowd.

Cronyl lingered his gaze at her soul for a moment longer, before he did as he was told.

She was finally able to drag her eyes away and escape by turning to the Queen instead. Who was smiling a little.

“Bra’aka Suthbrog, your companion is accepted. You may all stay here as one of ours.” She gestured towards their group from her seat. “Welcome.”

A belly trembling, one accord laugh came out through Bra’aka’s mouth as he nodded. Then, the crowd began cheerfully conversing, some shouting for nak’oro juice, some suggesting they all move to the drinking house. The air of strangers shattered into pieces, and at least one local approached Avelyn’s companions. They treated them as long-seen friends and even Cronyl got caught by Bra’aka’s son, Xorrum to join the gathering.

Avelyn looked after him, then at the place he stood before. And only then, she became painfully aware of her heated face.

What had just happened?

She followed the crowd flowing out from the room, barely noticing Bra’aka’s presence beside her. Yet he did not go anywhere, as if guarding her side.

“Make me love myself so that I might love you,” he murmured suddenly. Avelyn looked up at him, her heart still thundering in her chest like the drums that began singing outside.

“What does that mean?”

“I have not the faintest idea,” Bra’aka said with a knowing smile on his face, “but that is what he had told you, little gold.”

[blueskittlesart]

do you feel that there’s significance to the fact that botw link is a lone wanderer, without a companion? other than wolf link (noncanonical) and horses ig. sorry if you’ve answered smthn like this before

i swear ive talked about this somewhere before but i talk so much i dont feel like going back to find it. lmao. anyway yes i think it is significant that there is no traditional "guide" character in botw. espc since most other games have one (navi, fi, midna, the boat in wind waker, etc.) the closest thing we have to a guide character is zelda, (and to a lesser extent the spirit of the king) who only guides you through the tutorial portion of the game and then stays almost completely silent for the rest of your gameplay. The solitude and loneliness of the tutorial portion of botw is important to establish the setting and set up the later portions of the game. you as the player are meant to catch on very quickly that you are the ONLY hylian left alive on the plateau despite it obviously showing signs of civilization, as a setup to the reveal about the calamity later on. your solitude throughout the game is a reminder that anyone who might have served to guide you is either dead or caught up in the effects of the calamity. it's a physical representation of the GRIEF that link carries with him even when he doesn't quite remember his past, because there's an obvious gap, a hole where there should be someone coaching him and there ISN'T. the fact that the closest thing to tutorial characters are the long-dead king and zelda is a deliberate choice, because it sets you up to feel that absence when zelda STOPS talking to you. it's a reminder that there are things in this world that should be there but are not and that it's your job to get them back.

[jeannereames]

do you know what the typical training was for Pages (and adults in the military too ig)? :o Aside from serving the king

We know shockingly little about the “mundane details” of daily life at Alexander’s court, much less Philip’s court, nor do we know much about the training of their soldiers. Our sources aren’t interested in telling us.

(I just—yesterday--submitted a chapter on Alexander’s court for the new Brill’s Companion to Alexander the Great, so I’ve been looking at this stuff quite closely of late.)

A few things we do know: Philip was much tougher in training his men than southern Greek armies. Macedonians trained, and fought, year-round, not for just a month or so in summer. Greek cities had armies largely made up of citizen soldiers. In short, they were drafted and had to supply their own equipment, but the rest of the year, they had “real jobs” (the bulk in farming). These citizen soldiers usually took a slave with them, when they went to war, to see to their stuff. If they were wealthy enough to own a horse (cavalry) they had a groom and a slave (maybe two slaves).

By contrast, Macedonian troops carried most of their gear themselves. Philip allowed only one slave per 10 men. Cavalry got their grooms. (Cavalry were the old, traditional Macedonian army, and like s. Greek armies, not inclined to give up their amenities.) Punishment for infractions of duty or orders appears to have been harsh too, but we mostly guess based on a few stories that have come down to us, which may have been recalled because they were unusual. Due to the presence of indentured farmers in Macedonia, landowners could be freed from work on their own property, which is why Philip could keep them year-round. They didn’t own a lot of land, unlike the cavalry, but enough. (Again, this is one of those things we have to guess about without virtually any details.) We have no idea where the army lived while in Pella—no doubt barracks, but WHERE? The cavalry, at least the richest, likely had townhouses. (Thus, for instance, Hephaistion’s family has a townhouse, but he avoids it when he first runs away to Pella. As a Page, he’s put in the dormitory.)

Pages, or King’s Boys, would have trained similarly. They also had duties that amounted to slaves’s work: cleaning up after the king, helping him dress, holding his horse, serving his food, guarding him (outside the tent) while he slept. But how many were on duty at any one time, or how many there were period…who knows? We can make some guesses (see Carney article below). Again, we don’t know jack about their living arrangements, but we can assume they lived in dormitories/barracks of some sort, perhaps right on the acropolis, but maybe further out.

So why do we know so little?

It has to do with the way ancient Greeks (and later Romans) approached history. Herodotos (5th century) began with a question (Why did Greece and Persia go to war?), as did Thucydides (Why did Athens and Sparta go to war?). Xenophon (4th century) continued Thucydides’s story of the war, but added other writings, including (most famously) his own experiences in Persia. Theopompus (4th century) took on the rise of Philip (we don’t have that anymore, only fragments).

There were some “essay” type writings, as well. Xenophon writes on how to train horses, and cavalry commanders, and how to train up your wife too, while he’s at it. Marsyas (late 4th/early 3rdcentury), who went to school with Alexander, wrote a 10-book history of Macedonia, et al. Like Theopompus, it survives only in fragments.

(A “fragment” is when another, surviving author says, “So and so said in their history….” We get that a lot in “collections” like Athenaeus’s Supper Party or the various essays in Plutarch’s Moralia, or Aelian’s Varia Historia. But these are usually bits out of context, so we typically have no idea where they fit in the larger, original work—or how accurately they were copied!)

By the 3rd and 2nd century BCE, we see writers taking on larger chunks of history, like Phylarchus (fragments only), and Polybius, who traced the rise of Rome. Originally Polybius wrote something like 40 books, of which we still have intact only about 5, and pieces of others. This begins a new interest in “world histories” which looked at multiple events in various places, happening around the same time. Thus, Diodoros (we have a lot of it) and Posidonius (missing) followed Polybius and Phylarchus.

But these are all narratives. The focus is on people and events. What little we hear about things we’d label “social history” is tucked in the corners.

It’s not until the Roman imperial era that we start to see military handbooks. Some of these do tell what various military leaders did. Of interest for Philip and Alexander is Polyaenus, who, although a 3rdcentury AD author, happened to be Macedonian. But his work is still largely focused on people (and events), and he divides up his books by people/generals/kings. How to win battles. Hence these books tend to get called “tactica.”

So that’s why it’s really hard to say much. We guess a lot, based on what we do know, or similar examples.

There are, however, three sources you probably want to consult. One of those is Waldemar Heckel’s revised edition of The Marshals of Alexander’s Empire (2016), the second half that deals with offices and military arrangements. I may not always agree with Waldemar’s assessment of personalities, but the man has a mind like a steel trap for details. It lets him take random minutia from various places to build into a coherent picture of Alexander’s army, and how it ran. In addition to this, Graham Wrightson just recently published Combined Arms Warfare in Ancient Greece. Graham is very familiar with those tactical manuals I mentioned and uses them (plus regular histories) to talk about how armies worked, including (a little) training.

Finally, Beth Carney published two articles of import for the Pages/King’s Boys: “The Role of the Basilikoi Paides at the Argead Court” and “Elite Education and High Culture in Macedonia.” The former is in the collection I edited with Tim Howe in honor of Gene Borza, Macedonian Legacies. When Regina Pub. died, we put it on Amazon for pretty much cost (c.$12), with any proceeds going to the subvention fund for the Association of Ancient Historians (e.g., it helps young scholars travel to annual meetings). The latter is available in Crossroads of History, Heckel and Tritle, eds. Also Regina Pub., but as it’s now out of print, it’s expensive to lay hands on. Like Marshals and Combined Arms, it’s something to request via ILL (interlibrary loan) from your local library.

That said, both Carney articles are also available—with afterwards—in her collection King and Court in Ancient Macedonia. But again, you probably want to borrow it, not buy it (unless sitting on a lot of cash).

[coreastories]

Corea News: The Queen Expectant and Radiant

APRIL 14, 2021

We are counting down the days to the queen’s due date. We haven’t seen her around much. 

Her last public appearance was on White Day, in March, when she and the king attended the UAAC Baseball season pre-opening friendly match

We weren’t given permission to publish those photos, and many of them have been taken down because of the kerfuffle over the queen’s watch. See our report here. 

It seems Corea is much more conservative about protecting their queen than we thought.

The palace website’s static banner is still up, saying the queen and the baby are both well, and that Their Majesties are thankful for everyone’s concern and well-wishes.

No word about where the queen is currently residing. We do know they’ve left Pyeongchang. And we also know that there’s a tradition that the heir is born in Gwangyeongjeon. 

VIP 7, the royal wing recently reopened (and unexpectedly used in November during the queen’s accident) in CorGen, is now completed and sealed, should Her Majesty choose to have her delivery there  

It’s also another tradition that media photos are now cropped. 

While lucky Corean citizens and I (I live here with a working visa, so I count myself lucky) have seen the royal baby belly on television, international people who are also in love with these royals would see nothing. Nada. Zilch. 

The queen would only appear in print and online in cropped photos. 

Something about protecting the baby from evil eyes.

And if you want to test the terrifying efficiency of the Royal Public Affairs Office, be my guest. We’ve had reports that disallowed photos of the queen disappear in less than ten seconds.

Corea is one of the most modern and advanced in its technology and tolerance, but it does still have these charming quirks, and we respect them! 

The king is currently away. Along with the king and queen of Bhutan, the sultan of Brunei, and the agong of Malaysia, these royal heads of Asia are going to the United Kingdom to pay their respects to the queen of the United Kingdom on the passing of Prince Philip, the Duke of Edinburgh. 

The funeral will be held on April 17. See our report on the expected royal guests here.

Because we miss her so much, here’s a recap of all our Queen Sightings. 

Read on AO3. 

Who could forget this? Corea was stunned at the queen showing more leg than she had ever done. Her Majesty was spotted arriving at Cheongwadae for the Prime Minister’s private party last winter. 

It’s testimony to the queen’s popularity that she got zero criticism. If she did, no one was brazen or bold enough to make it public. 

Royal watchers (and ahjummas, elite and non-elite), say this is still perfectly within the unspoken royal proprieties and the fingertip rule applied to schoolgirls (the fingertip rule: your hemline shouldn’t be shorter than your fingertips). 

The queen also only went to a private gathering among friends, which the king also attended. The press had been allowed to take photographs but it was not a public event. 

Her Majesty in the Winter Palace. Released by the Royal Public Affairs Office in January. 

This is the last, full-sized media photo we have before the palace quietly but efficiently released the request for the queen’s photos to be cropped. 

Also in January, a close up of the Queen’s perfect skin, also released by the Royal Public Affairs Office. Location unspecified. 

February 5: Her Majesty’s televised message for the Annual Children’s Ball in Busan, for the first time held as an actual ball for kids, bouncy castle and all! 

February 25: Several lucky students in schools around Busan were lucky enough to have been visited by Her Majesty before or during their commencement exercises.

March 1: The queen attended a panel for Zero Discrimination Day at the Royal Hall of Justice, the first panel of its kind pioneered by the Attorney-General, Gong Ae-ra.  

March 1: That evening, when Their Majesties attended a concert for Zero Discrimination Day

April 4: Their Majesties in their joint Easter message, both of them just looking so beautiful. Is it any wonder they’re the world’s most favorite royals? 

We hope the king comes home soon! This author understands social obligations, but Pyeha, with all due respect-- well, I’m sure you’re already impatient to be home and I don’t need to nag. Far be it from me! 

Let me know what you think! A lot of little details here meant as companion to Winter Palace 2. And the rest of what comes next :) 

And yes, it's backdated. I'd blame my job but I also love my job but yeah, I blame it. 

Credits to the Kahi photo (with watermark) from Kim Go Eun Philippines @/kimgoeunphofc on Twitter and IG

[kyu-bri]

PMMM Medieval AU

Ok I've been Checked Out of the Meduka Meguca fandom recently but last night during a 11hr post-work week sleep I dreamed up a balls to the wall insanely intricate AU, because my subconcious is ever more creative than my waking self.

A TLDR role list and under the cut I will ramble and speculate in detail:

SAYAKA: An ex squire Knight trainee whose new mission is to overthrow the fucking monarchy after its corrupt rule led to the deaths of her friends. Now seducing an established Knight woman to help her on the inside while she recruits peasants for her rebellion.

MAMI: A rich snobbish merchant, rolling in wealth from inheriting both her dead parents businesses. She too is looking to overthrow the monarchy but is at odds with Sayakas faction because her plan is to become ruler herself.

KYOKO: a thief with brooding backstory. Mami recruits her to do her dirty work behind the scenes to keep her social standing clean.

MADOKA: A young training Goddess of Hope who fell from the moon. She has come to enthusiastically stop all the warring drama and devious plotting. She is in way over her head.

HOMURA: when Madoka fell she brought with her only a magical talisman that would bring one corpse to life to be her right hand. While looking for a noble muscular soldier Madoka tripped and dropped it into an open grave resurrecting a sickly peasant girl. Homura now worships Madoka and they are best friends who are in way over their heads.

Now me screaming trying to decipher my own subconscious:

GOD this AU is so ME. Sayaka going feral and living her best life kicking ass and a catty mean girl Mami countering her specifically. Kyoko poised to compliment, counter and even them out. Oh and MadoHomu are Cute and In Love. If that isnt the core of all of my AUs-

Sayaka was absolutely nuts in this though. My brain didn't spare Kyosuke or Hitomi so much as a cameo but so they're free to be the only reasonable cause for this. Im thinking Kyosuke was ailing as per usual and all that canon drama was the Same but Medieval.

So I'm thinking Sayakas all set to cope with Hitomi financing some lifesaving Medieval leech centric surgery or something before the Evil King whose color scheme is White And Maroon decides to execute Hitomis family for something petty. Hitomi is tragically killed right before Sayaka. Leaving Kyosuke to go shortly after and Sayaka to swear off the monarchy and all traditional law. Withdrawing from her training to be a knight to Be Gay And Do Crime.

Mamis role is both hilarious and perfect. In the dream she didn't do much besides bribe Kyoko and Anime Princess Laugh, but then Madoka was lore dumping (because yes, I DREAMED Madoka explaining LORE to Homura for the audiences (my) benefit.) And she said that Mami was possessed by a Demon of Greed. I'm thinking we could also say a desperate grieving Mami made some sort of deal with it asking for the ability to manage her parents legacy and it's resulted in her becoming the Onceler instead.

Madoka also mentions Kyoko has been scared away from her God bc of humans' actions. Ie she was the holy dutiful priests daughter and then Shit Hit The Fan but Medieval Flavored. The dream legit shows her God was Jesus so I'm declaring the dude God of Redemption, which is a very Kyoko Thing to boot.

While my brain didn't give me any KyoSaya Content tm they're in the perfect position for their epic Rivalry Turned Eternal Companions. Kyoko would be who Mami sends to fuck w Sayaka. Sayaka having probably trying to recruit Mami to her cause before realizing Mamis The Fucking Onceler and inspiring her to create a Rival Gang Of King Hating Rebels.

I'm picturing Sayakas plan fucking up in just the way Kyoko once mocked her that it would and all of Sayakas fight leaving her. As epic as her role is seducing the enemy to benefit her is very Unlike Her, so while the dream poised her as a power couple with the random blond knight lady I'm saying nnnno. And that the arrangement is fitfully miserable and dangerous. Sayaka used to be a loyal hopeless romantic and the Evil that's been committed against her and and those she loves has forced her to harden herself into someone else to be able to fight it.

But while Sayakas in Inevitable Peril and lamenting all of her mistakes and tragedy Kyokos there, fully able to escape but instead of course is like "no fuck that fuck this take my hand dreams come true lets give this nightmare a happily ever after." And its gay.

This would probably pit them both against Mami now but knowing me it would absolutely solve it with gay. And probably a bit of exorcism from Madoka. I theorized briefly if Mami would be a singular tragic death bc she cant be freed bc i liked the idea of tiny baby trumpet blower Nagisa slitting the Evil rich ladies throat and that being the only way to free her from the demon was cool but unless I can give Madoka a second resurrection clause then i would just exorcise her with Homosexuality and Friendship and a bit of Fairy Dust.

Meanwhile with Madoka and Homura they were just off still being cute and oblivious in the dream. I think the dream wanted her to be The One True God but she then shows all the personality traits of Naïve Angel In Training, so bc of the mythology already surrounding her I'm saying thinks a society where Literal Concepts Are Still Being Born and Madoka is the first inkling of Hope that Homosexuality and Friendship can fight Medieval Capitalism on its own.

She's just this bright white and pink pastel glowing entity skipping through a dark dreary forest graveyard looking for soldiers graves to ressurect somebody noble and powerful, gathering twigs in her long Repuntzel hair, when she trips and drops her talisman on a homeless orphan who died of the plague or some shit.

Bonus points to the idea that Madokas supposed to be able to reuse it but bc Homura died of sickness she just dies again right away and Madoka doesn't wanna be mean.

So Homura worships this glowing self positioned manic pixie dream girl bc shes definitely never felt hopeful in her life and so this glowing pastel goddess and drab zombie girl begin a road trip to where the actual plot of the story is happening. Because the moon dropped Madoka like inconveniently far away ig.

And so is the skeleton of a fabulous AU that I will probably not develop further but might make art for because my subconscious brain Also has AMAZING cinematography like when Madoka comes out of her moon all her hair flows out first so from earth it looks like a long pink gunshot through the moon which I suppose all the other characters would see and thus foreshadow their inevitable downfall to the powers of Homosexuality and Friendship and HOPE.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

[greywayfarer]

Questions about Nasrian royalty! Is it possible for kings to keep a specific (or multiple ig) consort by their side? I know Ephram and Kaldir clearly kept Seneca and Leander respectively right until their deathbed, but I was wondering more about the more traditional kings, especially since consorts weren’t allowed to get close to their kids, so I’m wondering how that would work in the case there was a king who particularly favored/loved a consort. Secondly, is it possible for a king to have multiple children with the same consort? I don’t mean like twins, triplets, etc., I mean like a king going back to the same consort on separate occasions (and possibly having surviving kids from those separate encounters?). Lastly, can I ask if there are specific details to how the princes inherit their magic? From what we’ve seen so far, all the princes inherit their mother’s magic rather than their father’s magic, so I was wondering if there was something at play that made it that way, or if it’s all coincidence. Thank you!

Hi Anon!

Multiple Consorts is in fact expected. All the House vie with each other and throw their women under the King's nose so that they can become Consorts and give the King children that had their magicks. This is a very misogynistic Kingdom, as soon as the Consorts give birth to male heirs, their importance is immediately diminished and they have no part to play in the Prince's upbringing. Many leave the Court, but some stay with the King if they are his favourite. They literally serve no other political purpose other than a companion. It's pretty fucked up.

A King can have multiple Princes from one Consort, In the name of the King, there were the twins Atherton and Ennis. It doesn't matter if a Consort had one Prince or several, Nasria thought of it as 'the more the merrier' (or bloodier, as the case may be). It showed how virile the King was and that his this generation would be strong, considering how the chances for each Prince to survive would become more difficult.

From what we’ve seen so far, all the princes inherit their mother’s magic rather than their father’s magic, so I was wondering if there was something at play that made it that way, or if it’s all coincidence. This was actually just a silly idea on my part that I never really thought to include in any of the chapters so far. But I studied history at University and I did a lot of my work on Tudor History (the English Monarchs spanning Henry VII to Queen Elizabeth I). When Henry VIII was unsuccessful in having a male heir and was trying to break away from his first wife Catherine of Aragon, he blamed her for not being able to give birth to a boy (now we know that the sex of the child is largely down to a father's DNA). With that in mind, I wanted the passing of such an important thing as Magick to children to be because of the mother's DNA. They always get such a rough deal in their society, that they deserved to have something very important be because of them. Of course, that just makes the hypocrisy of how little they matter to Nasrian Kings all the more hypocritical.

[riizev2]

Looking for Contact

General Information

FULL NAME: Riize Wintersong

NICKNAME(S): Nine

TITLE(S): None

AGE: ~250

BIRTHDAY: August 30th

RACE: Void-Mutated Kaldorei

GENDER: Transgender Woman

ORIENTATION: Pansexual

MARITAL STATUS: Married

Physical Appearance

HAIR: Delft blue

EYES: Void purple

HEIGHT: 7′ 0″

BUILD: Lean-cut beef

DISTINGUISHING MARKS:

Bullet wound on left shoulder

Ritual scars on each palm

TATTOOS:

Eye of C’thun on forehead

Arms, shoulders, and neck are wrapped by tendrils with Shath’Yar rites written within

Full back mural of an eye blotting out the sun

PIERCINGS:

Three obsidian studs in each ear

Two obsidian bars in the bridge of her nose

COMMON ACCESSORIES:

Two wedding rings

WEAPON(S) AND EQUIPMENT:

Black glass athame. The blade has the words ‘Fear not the task ahead’ engraved in Shath’Yar.

Two curved combat knives.

Personal Information

PROFESSION(S): Seaman (formerly), cultist (arguably formerly), tinkerer, consultant

HOBBIES: Exploring the shores, metalworking, fitness, violin

SKILL(S): Trained in Alliance Military combat drill for hand-to-hand, knife fighting, and rifles. Can channel the Void, both through ritual and power words. Apprentice-level engineer.

LANGUAGE(S): Common, Darnassian, Shath’Yar

RESIDENCE: Currently on the road

BIRTHPLACE: Darkshore

RELIGION: Grew up worshiping Elune. Chose to worship C’thun. Whether or not she still is comes down to personal interpretation.

Relationships

SPOUSES: Aurelia Voidsong and Joskinar Soulshread

CHILDREN: None.

PARENTS:

Sallean Wintersong. Father (died at the Burning of Teldrassil)

Lanrei Wintersong. Mother (died at the Burning of Teldrassil)

SIBLINGS:

None

OTHER RELATIVES:

None(?)

PETS/COMPANIONS/FAMILIARS:

King (Crab) (Not a king crab)

Traits & Characteristics

•extroverted / introverted / in between.

•disorganized / organized / in between.

•close minded / open-minded / in between.

•easygoing / anxious / in between.

•disagreeable / agreeable / in between.

•cautious / reckless / in between.

•patient / impatient / in between.

•outspoken / reserved / in between.

•leader / follower / in between.

•empathetic / indifferent / in between.

•optimistic / pessimistic / in between.

•traditional / modern / in between.

•hard-working / lazy / in between.

•cultured / uncultured / in between.

•loyal / disloyal / unknown / in between.

•assertive / timid / in between

Habits & Vices

SMOKING:  never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

Other / OOC

FACECLAIM(S): None

VOICE CLAIM(S): Tara Platt

ALIGNMENT: Neutral

NAME PRONUNCIATION: Rise

IN GAME NAME: Riize -WrA Alliance

ALT CODES: None.

RP HOOKS:

Rumors & Secrets: Riize carries with her the legacy of a sect of Void-worship that has been dead for some time. Her appearance in Stormwind City recently has circulated rumors of ‘another’ Void cleric who has taken up the same headdress as one who had previously walked the city.

Blackmarket Craftsman: Sometimes you need a gun made and don’t want questions or a paper trail. Sometimes you need a bomb. Sometimes you need a mechanized turret. When you need it on the down-low, Riize’s name might come up.

Recurring Ally: There has been a number of organizations that have had Riize’s help in one form or another. When your local Light priest says that the answer is either exorcism or purge, you go to Riize for a second opinion on Void-problems.

OTHER:

Can do either IG or Discord

Mostly looking for connections and structure RPs. I don’t do a lot of walk-up or hanging out in-game anymore. If I’m logged in, I am either in a scene or doing Content™

Up for most RP themes but consider ERP and relationships off limits

Nazis and TERFs fuck off