#fulminations

[exdraconi]

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  :  in front of the legislative assembly hall 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌  :  élliott  eli  moreau  𝐓𝐎  :  claudius  cho  [  @fulminations  ]

eli  is  aware  they  are  a  workaholic  by  many  definitions  of  the  term.  it's  something  they  are  working  on,  whether  how  successfully,  is  up  for  debate.  the  disappointed  and  worried  stare  of  their  spouse  crosses  their  mind  whenever  they  think  a  few  more  hours  cannot  do  any  harm,  and  they  manage  to  convince  themselves,  as  long  as  it's  not  a  truly  pressing  matter.  the  definition  of  that  alters  now  and  then,  molded  according  to  their  wishes.  however,  this  time,  it  is  their  stickler  for  being  punctual  that  lets  them  peel  themself  away  from  their  work.  a  glance  at  the  clock  shows  that  they  are  almost  late,  and  in  a  rush,  they  put  on  their  coat,  the  sound  of  their  shoes  against marble floors echo  against  the  large  hallways  as  they  make  their  way  outside  the  assembly  hall.  as  expected,  claudius  is  already  there,  and  eli  lets  a  genuine  smile  spread  across  their  face,  a  rare  sight  to  many.  "hello,  claud.  i  hope  i'm  not  too  late."  they  burrow  their  hands  into  their  pockets,  their  breaths  making  clouds  in  the  air  with  how  cold  it  is  at  this  time  of  the  night.  "the  meal's  on  me  tonight,  to  make  up  for  it."  it's  a  mere  jest,  eli  would  insist  to  pay  even  if  they  weren't  a  few  minutes  late.

[ofdragns]

“ sure, knock yourself out, ” aditya says. “ they're in the third drawer on the left, there's about a dozen in there of all different grades. ” he gestures to the said drawer. “ and take that as permanent permission, by the way — just come straight in next time. ”

he jiggles a bag in hand , looking almost apologetic . ‘ net knives , ’ he mutters with a sigh , ‘ dulled by sea water . ’ ulrik tries a smile . ‘ if it's not too much trouble , i'd like to use your wet stone . ’

[ivan-fyodorovich-k]

I am fairly sexually conservative I think and yet I have to say many of my brothers and sisters in Christ have a visceral hatred of sexuality I can only describe as pathological

[da-janela-lateral]

Father interacts with five year old son

[viserya-firstofhername]

Listen, I thought I would survive this season lurking on the sidelines, but I can’t. Jace broke my heart tonight after surpassing any and every character GRRM ever created in my brain and heart since reading Fire and Blood, and I need to talk about 2x07.

Strong words, yes, damn ugly, when Jace is calling people ‘mongrels’ (no we ain’t letting it slip, no, but the rest of men are sometimes getting away with whores, mothers-of-bastards, are we good with these now cause its common speech or smth). Imagine that tho, classist Jacaerys going through calling himself things in his head every day of his life while looking at his beautiful visibly not-silver curls getting in his eyes. Just imagine for a second. So distinct.

It’s bubbling in him for years. And his entire family - his mother, his father, his other father, his third father (the epitome of Targaryen legacy if there ever was one), his grandfathers, every person that his young heart wants to trust - refusing to talk to him about it. While every ‘family’ member deemed unsafe - read - Aegon, Aemond, Alicent (even fucking Cole) is out there ready to discuss the obvious with anyone at any given time, including Jace himself. Why does his mother play pretend for 16 years not once speaking to him about it? How often does he ask himself? Alicent has dark hair, why does Aegon look like a true Targaryen? How often does Jace lose sleep over this thought.

I have news for you babes. He got his first perception of what ‘mongrel’ is from the mirror. If you need him to spell it out, you haven’t been paying attention.

I’ve slowly shifted to preferring his show characterization to the one in the book (he is my favourite Targ in asoiaf books and shows verses, and I know I know book!Jace had the whole little pet project with the Dragonseeds and he had two dozen powerpoint presentations and a huge spreadsheet document about it, and a separate spreadsheet he made just to calculate and weigh in benefits and negatives of offering such power to bastards. Yet. YET). He sees what neither Viserys nor Rhaenyra allowed themselves to see, blinded by their entitlement, classism and feeling of supremacy. Jacaerys, mind you, everyone that is calling him a bastardphobe and whatnot, realizes that if anyone—anyone—I repeat—ANYONE—outside direct family is to claim a dragon, in 25 years he himself will be in the exact same situation as his mother. Vermithor or Silverwing alone are no lesser treats than Vhagar, and as his mother like to remind him, Vermax is young. If a man (pay attention) claims any of the two, Jace’s inheritance will be out the window, no matter how many silver-haired babies he has with his cousin-step-sister, Rhaenyra's intentions would die with her last breath.

So what is he to do? Is he to lay abed, eat cake and dangle his feet, waiting for the inevitable to come? No. He is to do exactly what he has been doing since he was 8 (younger even!) – learn High Valyrian, train with the sword, be impeccable in dragonriding, in diplomacy, in manners, while nourishing the relationships with all his younger siblings, preparing them to be his closest allies (half of which we have never seen Rhaenyra display, except the proficiency in the only two skills that are explicitly Targaryen, nigh a feeble attempt at diplomacy once when she tried to betroth Jace to Helaena, and after her ex now stepmom turned her down she fled to the nearby island). Not to mention he was doing fine managing amiable connection with Aegon and to some extent Aemond before the grown-ups and their big fucking heads laid the seeds (ha!) for the feud to continue in their generation.

Read the above paragraph again. He does it all, for years, as well as he can, while also taking care of and shielding his brothers. And so far, instead of acknowledging his accomplishments we’ve only seen Rhaenyra respond with slack filler statements like “No worries Jacey, precious, it’s far in the future, don’t push yourself too hard” (listen, I know we can’t be certain just because it wasn’t on-screen, and she definitely did good raising her kids, but I’m getting the vibe she isn’t one for words of affirmation, she ain’t really good at that iykwim, and it’s his language), and Jacaerys bows his head, says ‘Yes, Mother’ and then proceeds to pressure himself beyond his limits (and Luke as well – as we saw in 1x10 – because he realizes how delusional and naïve the ‘no pressure’ statement is.)

Gods oh gods, and imagine, this is just one layer, but he is also a young man, and a young man’s ego.. Well. I feel like I should also quote bby boi Jon Snow, and his reasoning on why he won’t lay with women (ironic how that turned out).

Now layer all the above with the following. He is born with black hair. Luke too. Joff too. Obviously Jace as the oldest will take care of them and shield them. But then, but then, the moment she gets the opportunity, Rhaenyra marries Daemon. And of course. Names her first silver-haired son Aegon. (her channelling her father here SO much i can't even). Do I need to start a counter of the fucking number of daggers in Jace’s heart by now?

One more Rhaenyra says. One more dagger should be fine, he is her bestest most perfect boy, nothing can hurt him. Nothing can hurt him, so she leaves him to deal with the Small Council on his own repeatedly. Nothing can hurt him so she conspires with a rando and refuses to keep him in the loop. Nothing can hurt him, so she flies out alone and comes back with her shiny new dragonrider and doesn’t even acknowledge Jace, he has to go reach out to her first. (good gods, imagine if Addam had silver hair).

He can take one more, the most perfect boy, Rhaenyra says. (I wrote this one before Emma D’arcy’s new interview where they directly confirm Rhaenyra felt justified to choose herself over Jacaerys).

Let me dive you for a second in Jace’s POV for this one (in the magical method of David Lightbringer): Imagine you are the first born child. You have studied and build yourself to be deserving of being your Mother’s son, but you never quite get proficient enough to change your physical features. Then. Your grandsire dies, your uncle steals everything from your Mother, and your first proposal on any counteraction gets your little brother killed.

You blame yourself, you feel tremendous guilt - how did this happen - you were always the perfect son (you don’t even acknowledge the small victories you win for your Mother, you were always good at these skills you honed pedantically for years, it is not an achievement). You do not let yourself grieve, instead you have to make it up for the loss you caused.

But your Mother continuously keeps you in a cage allegedly for your own wellbeing, which brings its own amount of frustration at the age of 16. But you sneak out and win another small victory – the only price you need to pay is your late father’s rightful inheritance. You get recognition for a second, but then Mother complains that her ails for being caged are greater than your ails for being caged, and you as a good son try to figure a way out for both of you.

So, after keeping you in this cage for safety, which you are not asking for - on the opposite - your idea gets transmuted by some rando into a plan that will take away the last pillar of legitimacy you see in yourself. Imagine now, not only have you been stripped of it, but Mother scolds you for complaining.

And you finally break – no mother, if you do this I am exactly the mongrel I was told I was all my life, I called myself – but it comes out jagged and aggressive and immature, and you become a little entitled primadonna. But either way you ask, beg, plead for one thing, just this one thing – truly for yourself – you must deserve that much, one need for your very being to remain whole and for yourself to be able to keep your feet on the ground and mind whole. That one thing, that one time, you ask her to pick you over herself. And Mother choses herself.

In Jacaerys’ mind this last decision of hers invalidates all her arguments of keeping him safe, because ultimately, he realizes she is keeping him safe to satisfy her own needs, without realizing 1) what damage she is doing to him as a human being, and most importantly 2) she is preserving himself only while she lives – she ultimately does not care what will happen to him once she is no longer alive.

It is very rude way to put it, but it is a very human and very real thing real parents do sometimes, especially when their (eldest) kids are severely parentified. And Rhaenyra, bless her, not putting the blame on her entirely, is in an impossible situation too, but is also immature more often than not. It’s in the genes. And has been lonely and abandoned often, and believes if there is one man that will never abandon her, it’s her bestest boi Jace. And no one told her a firstborn son is not supposed to fill the role of a partner. I am however very saddened to see she did not learn a single lesson from her interactions with Viserys – especially that she seems incapable of realizing she’s shutting out Jacaerys brutally, just as her father did with her. For 20 damn years, she has been subjected to abandonment and being left all alone (by all the men in her life), and she can’t realize she’s doing the same to Jace, while also keeping him on a leash, caged with her, unable to seek refuge anywhere.

Truly heartbreaking.

I think that ought to be enough layers to cover the strong classist word for y’all. Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

(I feel a quick exclaimer is needed. As a viewer I find that development extremely juicy, it fed me well and I am relishing and relating to both, not criticizing. But Jace is also my best boi, so there you go.)

[lory78blog]

Buonanotte così...con questi fulmini appena fotografati! ⚡

[lavampira]

precious moogle cargo

d’alia is getting this sticker for her ride now:

[fnafs-ex-boyfriend]

So I have one of those challenges, as an aro man who loves his friends. Writers: Name a male friendship between your ocs that has NO romance attatched to it. No female characters, no romancey stuff. Go.

Tagging friends for fun @quincyzov @ace-robot-has-matcha @literalcyborg

[fauvester]

young elim doesnt sew but he DOES knit a PRODIGIOUS amount. standing in line for hours at the cardassian dmv playing his role as a cog in the bureaucratic machine needles clacking away

[crowerclover]

Can't stop making more of these little guys

[cth297]

The fulmin is so cool looking I swear

And the way the grip changes so you still hold the front while supporting the gun?? 10/10, no notes, sick as hell.

Also does anyone make warframe ocs? Most that I’ve come across are operators or drifters and I’ve only seen like 2 of the actual frames

[dragoon-mid-jump]

FFXIVWrite 2024 Day 11: Surrogate

surrogate (n.): a substitute

Rating: G Word Count: 106

Renata howled with laughter. "Me? A hero? Now I've heard it all!"

"I'm serious, though!" Virgilio argued back. "That power you displayed back there, that's the power of a Memoriate; just the thing we need to save this world! I have it, too--"

The leporine woman waved him off. "--Yeah, yeah, whatever. Go find some other sap to sell your story to."

"I'm not making this up! I thought..." The man's face fell. "I thought I'd found somebody to work together with..."

"I work alone. Always have, always will." There's no place for me among so-called "heroes"... "You're better off finding someone else."

[scogito]

La maggior parte delle relazioni sentimentali che cominciano con "fortissima chimica" finiscono a scatafascio.

Ciò perché, solitamente, quella chimica ...è Karma.

Aggiungo che quando a intervenire è il plesso solare (le cosidette farfalle nello stomaco), si ha un dettaglio in più.

Le anime simbiotiche (fiamme gemelle o come vuoi chiamarle), sentono nel cuore una profondità che non ha attaccamenti. Cosa del tutto estranea al chakra del potere.

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[dettagli al post: plesso solare= 3° chakra/potere; cuore= 4° chakra]

[materialsscienceandengineering]

400-year-old mystery of why early explosive produces purple smoke solved by academics

Scientists at the University of Bristol have discovered why fulminating gold—the world's first known high explosive—produces a purple smoke when it detonates, solving a 400-year-old alchemy puzzle. Fulminating gold was first discovered by alchemists in the 16th century. It is a mixture of a number of different compounds, with ammonia providing the majority of the material's explosive power. German alchemist Sebald Schwaertzer noted the unusual purple smoke given off when fulminating gold was detonated in 1585, and the material was later studied by leading figures of chemistry in the 17th and 18th centuries, including Robert Hooke and Antoine Lavoisier. But while the chemistry of the fulminating gold recipe has been understood for centuries, one question remained unanswered—why does its detonation produce purple smoke?

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[viserya-firstofhername]

Hear me out, I am not saying anything in particular, yet I am saying some matters which I may elaborate upon in times to come.

[morelikebuttlily]

this was not the outfit to wear to tural (chat i'm so sweaty) - eorzea collection