#hi thank you i love writing these and i love fianna

[nocityfolk]

🎲 fuck it

kiss roulette

send 🎲 or a number for a kiss!

@lunarfey (+ 23 - a kiss influenced by alcohol/other substances) !!

Jesse's lost count of how much he's splashed on alcohol tonight— or: how much he's had to drink, considering the sway of his vision and the wandering hand kept pressed to Fianna's lower back. They stand barely taller than Jesse, despite his form hunched over the bar and his weight settled on a stool, neck awkwardly craned to follow the splash of her freckles & his spare hand holding up his head.

On the inner of his wrist is a remnant of the last time he and Fianna spent a night out, and Jesse spent all the cash in his wallet on alcohol he couldn't pronounce. He'd let him tattoo a dot of ink before he'd slinked out of the chair, and Fianna has never let him forget it, that familiar bright smile of hers finding him whenever it's brought up.

Neither of them are thinking of it now. Not when the night is deepening and drunken voices are blending together, drowning out whatever they were trying to say to each other. Jesse is leaning in to press his mouth to Fianna's before he can second-guess himself, & the hand on their lower back steers them gently into him, guiding their willing form to stand in the space between his thighs.

His other hand threads into her hair, which curls into his fingers like he's spinning gold. Voice husky, thickened by the harsh taste of warm whiskey soaked onto his tongue, he barely manages to separate an inch from Fianna to murmur their name.

[rubyfoxfyre]

What did you base Alastors Nox Magia off of? Why type of magic is it and where did you get the ideas for a good ass fanfic?

Thank you for the question!

The answer is sort of a long story that I suppose begins with my first exposure to Hazbin Hotel in general, during a particularly doomed D&D campaign where my character basically acted exactly like Charlie did in the pilot:

Granted, Fianna is not anything like Charlie at all, but the DM found it funny enough to send me the gif above and then everyone got distracted for about 5 minutes while they started meming.

The next day I watched the show and was completely hooked!

I started looking into the Wiki to get a greater understanding of the world shown, read the comics (like all 20 pages hahaha), and listened to Addict while working on prompts for Charlastor Week 2022, taking a break from my regular manuscript I'd been working on for a few years (stay tuned for updates soon on that one!). I had about a month so I decided to try my hand at smaller short stories, since some of the authors I idolize are so good at short fiction, and conveying strong emotions in just a few thousand words.

I watched and rewatched the Pilot, studying the characterizations there as well as thinking about funny and unexpected scenarios the characters could get into while dealing with the concept of redemption and how to make it work (needless to say that the fact that they already had it happen was... unexpected. I have thoughts on that but will put a pin in that for now to avoid getting too distracted from your question!).

I can't remember which rewatch it was that I picked up on an interesting exchange between Charlie and Alastor that turned into a whole mess that would consume me to this day:

She tries to put a limitation on his ability to do too much, and I wondered if that could lead to a sort of interesting power-play between them (because in the end this is the part of their relationship that is fundamentally interesting - they're both powerful people with opposing moralities, having to work together to acheive a common goal). Basically, because Charlie's not precise with her language, she ends up basically not controlling Alastor at all. Which works out in its way, because she hides from her deeper wellspring of power with the aid of a gentle persona.

I liked the idea of something deeper between them and within themselves - and with them being opposing forces, I wanted to work with the idea of Alastor being associated with "night" and "dark", versus Charlie being associated with "sunlight" and "rainbows".

Shadow and Flame, only a bit less Lord of the Rings and a bit more sexy.

Nox Magia , the "night" magic, follows basic arcane principles that I've picked up on through the long and involved process of being a massive nerd and reading a lot of stuff.

For writing magic, I like looking at basic logic structures and hovering somewhere between harder and softer magic. My other manuscript that is premiering this year will be discussing some differing types of magic systems as well, if you enjoy reading Riddle and my other works, I hope you enjoy those as well!

But as for the story itself, it wasn't meant to be a story about a man falling in love... it's the story of a man being dragged into love, kicking and screaming about it. 🦌🌈

To Alastor the Hotel is about control, and his experience there is just a game not to be taken too seriously. Charlie is also about control, or rather, trying to find a way to control without breaking everything with her terrible strength.

Alastor embraces his strength, while she hides from it, and he finds that contradictory instinct in her interesting, so he comes up with the idea of a game to teach her some magic that might help her. But as with all magic, intent governs everything (even when you don't realize), and the spells he's teaching are telling a particular kind of story - you can preview what's happening in the chapter titles that have the runes' names! 🍷

❤️ Thanks so much for reading! ❤️

[irelandseyeonmythology]

Ok so I’m getting into the Fenian cycle and just read the palace/hostel of the quicken/Rowan trees, and I love it but there are a couple things that i’ve been trying to research to better understand it and I’m just not getting results. Who is the King of the World? The Lochlanns are the Fomorians, right? And where is the isle of the torrent?

Thank you for the ask! It's coming at a very opportune time as I've been diving into the world of the Fianna myself. (If you sent this to me a couple of years ago, I'd have been a little stumped even if I'd have done my best.)

So you sent this to me...ages ago, and I was at the Gaeltacht at the time, so I was typing up my response in Irish to be translated and. I. Went out of the window. And it hadn't been saved. And I was so depressed that I didn't want to go back to it until I had sufficiently mourned.

...but you can breathe a sigh of relief since, now that I'm no longer in the Gaeltacht, we are not bound by the custom of "when I'm there, I write only in Irish."

So, first off...let's go with Lochlann: What is Lochlann, who are the men of Lochlann? In Cath Maige Tuired, you're right, they're absolutely associated with the Fomoire, BUT! The reason why they're associated with the Fomoire is because there were real-life invaders from Lochlann, that is to say, Scandinavian or Scandinavian occupied territory (in CMT, the Fomoire are actually in what is today Scotland, Balor being situated on the Hebrides, which means that....yes....it is entirely possible to do a How to Train Your Dragon/CMT crossover if you desired. And yes, I have put too much thought into the logistics of that crossover, including the dangers of giving Bres access to a dragon.) The decision to situate the Fomoire on Lochlann was a political move, as a way of highlighting Ireland's political situation at the time it was composed. ("Lochlann" is still the modern name for Norway.)

In other texts, especially later texts, we see Lochlann often associated with far away, exotic, supernatural, and/or dangerous places, in the same way that Greece is often used to indicate someplace far away or exotic. (It makes sense -- how many Irish people living in, say, the 14th-15th century would have imagined traveling to Norway in the time before Aer Lingus?)

You can see this in, for example, the little known Late Middle/Early Modern Irish-ish (the dating is weird on this one) prosymetric text, "Aithed Emere (le Tuir nGlesta mac Rig Lochlann)", where Emer elopes with...Tuir Glesta, son of the King of "Lochlann". (Translated as "Norway" most of the time in descriptions, but I prefer keeping the term "Lochlann", because it's always the question of...is this the Real World Country, Lochlann, or is this the Cool Folklore Lochlann where Zany Adventures Happen, you know? I don't feel like "Norway" captures all of the different possibilities that the word implies.)

Now, since this, according to Thurneysen at least, didn't go back to before the 12th century, it was created well after CMT, well after the Battle of Clontarf and the final assimilation/ousting of the Vikings from Ireland. The Vikings are...chill by now. They aren't an active threat. So we have to ask ourselves: Why is Emer eloping with Tuir Glesta? It could be the result of an earlier tradition, sure, but I think it's more likely that we're not meant to think of Lochlann as "Fomoire land" or "Viking land", but "exotic, far away place for Cú Chulainn to voyage to in order to get his wife back." In Cath Muighe Tuireadh Cunga, there's a figure called "Aengaba of Lochlann", and there's no sign that he's a Fomoire, rather it seems that we're meant to view him as a sort of foreign champion. (It's interesting that in the Early Modern CMT, meanwhile, the Fomoire don't come from Lochlann, but from Africa. White supremacists have obviously gone ham with this but I've had at least one prominent person in the field suggest to me that it could be a means of drawing a Carthage-Rome dichotomy between the TDD and the Fomoire. And, of course, as I love to point out, if the Fomoire come from Africa = the Fomoire are black, then by that logic, Bres, Lugh, Fionn mac Cumhaill, the Dagda, Ogma, Bríg, Lír, Manann��n, Emer, Cú Chulainn, Cairbre, Óengus, Bodb Dearg, etc. etc. etc. are all mixed race, which is a change I for one would be happy with but I suspect they would not be. Not that logic matters all that much to that crowd, especially since the only figures to routinely be presented as brown are Balor, Bres, Cethlenn, and the Fir Bolg, funny how that works.) And of course, when I was talking to a local on Tory Island, he said that the old people "confused the English for the Fomorians" (paraphrased) -- I don't believe the old people were confused at all, though, I believe that it only made sense for the Fomoire to become English, since they're always the people Over There, and Over There can be Lochlann, it can be Africa, and it can be England. Balor goes from being a Viking warlord to an English landlord, because why wouldn't he?

NOW, off of my soap box about the racist clusterfuck that is most adaptations of the Fir Bolg/Tuatha Dé/Fomoire rivalry and back to your question, Bruidhean (an) chaorthainn, "Hostel of the Rowan Trees", is about 15th/16th century in date, so we're looking well after the time the Vikings were a threat, so "Lochlann" here is very much Fun Zany Lochlann, not Actual Country Norway.

And we see this in a lot of Fionn Cycle tales, men from Lochlann opposing the Fianna, Fionn courting women in Lochlann and facing a series of trials, men from Lochlann imprisoning the Fianna in bruidhean tales. It's very much a trope, and it has next to nothing to do with the historical location. It's a place Over There, it's a place that has something our heroes need to get, or it's a place that is threatening what they already have. The people who live there are invariable dangerous, often supernatural, and more than a match for our heroes, even though they are, inevitably, overcome, though sometimes at great cost. The Men of Lochlann in these tales and the Fomoire have a lot in common, you could even argue that the Fomoire of CMT are even the Men of Lochlanns' literary great grandfathers, in the sense that it is, at least partially, a 9th century anxiety over Scandinavia that's been fossilized into the folklore up to the present, but they aren't the same, except for the fact that they both often represent the dark side of the supernatural, which the Tuatha Dé can often represent as well. (And indeed, as John Carey's argued, the difference between the TDD and the Fomoire is often minimal.) The Tuatha Dé and the Fomoire in and of themselves appear little in modern folkloric stories, at least....how they appear in the Mythological Cycle (indeed, Óengus is often relegated to being a wizard instead of a member of the TDD in folkloric variants of Tóruigheacht Dhiarmada and Ghráinne.) Manannán survives better than most, as does Bodb Dearg, but the truth is that there was a certain...anxiety about it that you can detect in the folklore. The term "Fomor" develops three meanings from the Early Modern Irish period -- the guys that we know and love, a generic ogre or giant (which is how it's often used now), and a churl or servant, which further complicates things.

Besides Bruíon Chaorthainn, you can also see examples of Zany Folklore Lochlann showing up in Fenian folklore in Soraidh Fhinn go Tír Lochlainn ("Fionn's Wooing in Lochlann"), Laoi an Airghinn Mhóir ("The Lay of Airgheann the Great") (which, besides being very alive in the folklore, also goes back at least as far as Duanaire Finn, which was compiled in the 15th century), Laoi Chath Gabhra ("The Lay of the Battle of Gabhair") (which is interesting for having the son of the king of Lochlann on the Fianna's side for once), Duan na Cloinne ("The Lay of the Children"), Comhrag Fhinn agus Mhanuis ("The Combat Between Fionn and Magnus") (our boy Magnus, son of the King of Lochlann, also appears in Soraidh Fhinn go Tír Lochlainn), Laoidh Maodh-Chabir agus Chamagich ("The Lay of Maodh-Chabir and Camagich") (for SEXY Zany Folkloric Lochlann), An Cú Glas ("The Grey Dog"), which the Fionn Folklore Database actually did a reel about on their Facebook/Instagram if I'm not mistaken, Bratach Fhinn (Fionn’s Banner), and Duan nan Naonar (The Lay of the Nine). I'm *sure* there are other legends out there, these are just the ones I was able to immediately track down.

So, that's covered. Now, who is the King of the World? And the answer is that, like Magnus, he's a recurring antagonist we sometimes see pop up. In Bruíon Chaorthainn, he's the king of Lochlann who tries to invade Ireland. Meanwhile, in Cath Fionntrá, which has a lay form of it in the Book of the Dean of Lismore (a Scottish compilation, incidentally, from the 16th century, showing how bound up all these traditions are from an early date) and, besides that, has Irish manuscript attestations going back to at least the 15th century, the "King of the World" is a full-fledged antagonist named Dáire Donn, who forms an alliance with kings across Europe to invade Ireland. (Here's the older text here, and the info on it here.) We see a sort of sequel to it in the modern Irish tale “The romance of Mis and Dubh Ruis” where Dáire has a daughter, Mis, who becomes a madwoman in the woods after his death and is sexed back to sanity by Dubh Rois. (It is...surprisingly funny, honestly.) Which is in Celtic Heroic Age. But what you can gather by him being King of Lochlann is also that he's...the Guy Over There (Who Wants To Come Here.) Even beyond personalities, that's it. You can compare him to the King of Greece in Duan Gharbh Mhic Stairn ("The Lay of Garbh son of Stairn"). The difference between a king of Greece and a king of Lochlann isn't that great, what matters is that he's Over There and that he's trying to invade us.

The Isle of the Torrent (Inse Tuile) is another one of those otherworldly, supernatural places where Things Are Weird. You can compare it, for early examples, to the islands you see in the Immrama genre, but you can also compare it to the various weird islands you come across in other stories, like in Nighean Righ fo Thuinn ("The Daughter of the King Under the Waves"), which has "Magh an Iongnaidh" (the Plain of Wonder). And obviously, you could tie this into the world of the Otherworld being located beyond the sea (which is a later idea; the early material seems to indicate, firmly, that the Otherworld was *below*, not *beyond*), but I think it just goes from the idea that you need your heroes to travel on a quest to get something -- you can trace it as far back as the Epic of Gilgamesh, the Odyssey, Jason and the Golden Fleece, etc. People like a good adventure yarn. People like to have their heroes go to exotic lands filled with supernatural danger (where things There don't work the way they do Here), they like to face off against dangerous villains and arrive home just in time to save the day, you know? I will note that Goethe's "Der König in Thule" was translated, into Irish, as "Rí Inse Tuile" -- Thule was a magical island in classical times, it was well known to Irish monks as early as the ninth century; it appears in Beatha Bréandain, the Life of St. Brendan, so it's not inconceivable it could have been worked into the Irish tradition, especially since the variant of it that was translated is a literary composition, not necessarily the story 100% as it appears in oral literature. I'd like to explore that possible connection more down the line, but all I can say right now is that it's an interesting coincidence -- my suspicion for it being literary is further increased by the fact that this is not a name you generally see in the oral literature, but I won't go further than that. "Tuile" in Irish does mean "flood" or "flow", so it could just be a strange coincidence, of course, but...it's odd. It's odd.

Anyway, all that, and where are we?

A lot of Irish folklore and Irish lit are dealing with Us VS Them, the idea of the People Over There VS the People Over Here (which makes sense because of...centuries of People Over There sailing over, first the Vikings, then the Normans, then the Tudors, then Cromwell, etc. etc. etc. etc. Not to reduce an entire complex literary tradition that spans multiple continents to a Just So story, and there are a lot of stories that obviously DON'T feature this theme, but I don't think it hurts.) (And Scottish lit, of course, also gets into it, partially due to transmission, partially because of their own history of Guys Over There coming to take things from Guys Over Here, which also got transmitted to Canada via the diaspora.)

Who are the Lochlannaigh? The Guys Over There.

Who are the Fomoire? Also the Guys Over There, but not always overlapping. (Not all Fomoire at all stages of the literature are Lochlannaigh, not all Lochlannaigh are Fomoire.)

Who is Rí an Domhain? The Ruler Over There Who Wants To Come Over Here.

And where is Inse Tuile? Over There, but the name itself is strange.

I hope this makes sense in some way!

[fivekrystalpetals]

Not having your live reading of Pandora Hearts will be sad ! I loved seing your analysis, I'm happy you enjoyed it :3

Awwww thank you so much ❤!! yes it’s gonna be so sad for me too to not have my weekly live screaming sessions,, nooo this masterpiece of a story got over ;_; as they say, every good thing has to come to an end (nooooo~) so we gotta enjoy it till it lasts ;_; [I want to reread it again, but not anytime now... I need time to recover, sadly it seems I am getting increasingly upset and frustrated seeing A Certain Someone’s logic and arguments so I need some time to get over it and read again with a clearer mind; lol I generally don't get this upset over a fictional character but this guy’s character resonate a lot with someone ik ig that’s why I associate one with the other in my mind idk]

Break continues to be my favorite character which is honestly a surprise bc I tend to change my favorite midway through the series (I am not faithful shhh); Lottie and Lacie come a close second (well-written female characters tho they had not enough screen time (at least not for me, I wanted to see more of them!), they have lots of gaps and flaws I can develop on in my mind and in my fics if I ever post anything) 

The two Alices, Oz and Gil: they are my babies now I adopted them, already signed adoption papers and all 💪 (once again, a surprise bc I hardly ever care about the main characters but these four are just... made-to-be-loved how dare anyone hurt them?!?!? *looking at a Certain Someone 🔪🔪* I just wish we saw more of Alyss and her thoughts, likes, dislikes etc. before the end. Since Cheshire loved her but was dead scared of our Alice, Alyss must have craved for meat less lol) 

Fun fact: my favorite arc in Pandora Hearts still remains *drumroll* Headhunter Arc my beloved <3 

not only was it mochijun’s super self-indulgent glamorous-makeover-for-all-my-characters arc but also has some of the best cliffhangers, plot twists and lore—humpty-dumpty (this chain damn!), Fianna’s house and their eerie ritual of making contractors out of little homeless kids, the doings of Isla Yura, his cult of Jack worshippers and the Nightrays (except Elliot ofc) all gave me chills and thrills, kept me to the edge of the seat,, say, if you see, I have less live drafts for that arc, it’s because... I was so invested in the story I couldn't even bother to pause and log on to tumblr; I just had to get to the end. It was like a standalone, little whodunit+thriller story arc with Eliot as the detective/protagonist set out to investigate his family’s curse ;_; and then the final reveal of the actual criminal (Retrace 61) 😭 (something I had guessed at in the beginning from Lottie’s words but the rat is just that good at distracting us from the truth =_=)

The rest of the story is, well, do I need to explain aghfhshfg why is this story so compact and coherent and filled with so much foreshadowing right from the first panel of the Retrace 1 that it still gives me goosebumps (I was actually talking about Retrace 76/77 with my friend (no, not specifying names or giving out spoilers, she hasn’t read PH yet and I am slowly luring her in with a carrot into this rabbit hole)—kinda like: See? I think I have uncovered a huge conspiracy theory— you know the suspected immortals in our world? I think they never die but go full Benjamin Button mode back and forth! She is super interested to know more and I am waiting to cast The Question: *conspiratorial tone* Do you wanna read something with a plot like that?)

ahhhh lol I was rambling but thank you so much for sticking around with me til the end, reading my analysis and posts (most of them were my incoherent screams fgsghghsj) and for this ask! It was so sweet of you <3 <3 And although I ran out of my live drafts, I do plan on writing a lot on the other characters too (in fact, I have three posts—character analysis of sorts—about Oswald, Gil, Vince and the Baskervilles in general—in my drafts and then, a few others in plans.) I will also be screaming (and probs writing fics bc what else to do when a ship takes its roots inside your head) about my favorite ship ahem ahem, which no one but me likes 😭😭, so that too.

So no worries, PH brainrot is going strong! my reactions on tumblr is actually minimal,, only about 10% of how much of a nuisance I was with people here irl at Certain Points in the story lmaohgjsgj

[tagedeszorns]

What body types for guys, apart from Strong and Lean, do you enjoy drawing?

That's a very interesting question! When left to my own devices it will always be the gymbro-strength-endurance-bodytype. Because that's my aesthetic and I love drawing chiseled pecs and abs (thank Slaanesh Warhammer is chockfull of this type! 😁). But sometimes a character or an ask demand differently and then I discover, that I also can have fun with other things, too! For example, some of the World of Darkness-characters I drew over the years. Especially my Werewolf the Apocalypse-character-Liam, the self-described "weasel-faced bag of coat-hangers".

He's just .. thin. That's it. Bones. He refuses to eat anything but bananas most of the time. But I seldom drew him without clothes, since he's not at all the sporty type (the image below is a lie. He always accompanies his hetero-lifemate to the gym, but just to sit on the side and work on his writing), so maybe the multiple layers of cloth are hiding most of his edges.

On the other end of the spectrum is Simon, the Fianna Ahroun (another Werewolf). He's very muscular, goes to the gym every day, but lives off fatty takeaway-food. So he developed an impressive gut, because you can't outtrain your fork. He's not at all soft or squishy, though.

I seldom draw female characters, but if I do it's mostly the sporty type, too, because I like that.

I know you didn't ask for women, but I wanted to add that pic, because victorian tennis-ladies were vicious!

[writer-and-artist27]

@withanina​ said on this bit of late night writing: 

Sorry to hear you're having trouble sleeping Vy. Hopefully you get plenty of rest. In regards to the story, I'm still always glad to see not only story elements but also these touching moments that are besides them. They really add a lot. And congrats on your new Dia!

(｡´-д-) Let it be said heat waves suck. A friend warned me last night that there could be a blackout from fluctuating temperatures, so the entire time, I kept my electric fan unplugged to not risk anything. 

Well, considering that electricity is still around the morning after, my previous thought process certainly didn’t help my situation in sleeping any when I’m already warm-blooded enough as is! (ﾉ｀□´)ﾉ⌒┻━┻

Muu. 

Still, thankie for the review, Aqui. Even if Fate/Grand Order is frustrating with its horrendous gacha rates and the massive amounts of farming, the Servants have made my experience all the more worth it, hence my stories focusing on the Servants’ POVs while going through the plot. Because if there’s one thing Absolute Demonic Front: Babylonia is missing out on by only giving Fujimaru Mash as fighting force, it’s the Servants getting a chance to be human in between battles, even if it comes from something mundane such as taking their Master to bed because they’re overworking. 

And thankie for the congrats too, Aqui. The original Diarmuid (pictured below with his Bond Level close to 7, contrasting his newer Saber self) has been with me since the beginning of the game, so to have his Saber counterpart is a nice condolence with the lack of sleep. I’d like to think no matter what recklessness I seem to find myself in, the First Knight of Fianna just can’t leave me alone in tackling the problems at hand. He was my first Lancer ever in the game, and thanks to RNG (Random Number Generator), he’s going to be one of my best Sabers. Fate/Zero had me love him as a character; now Grand/Order is letting me love him as a person and friend.

Now if only mat farming and skill leveling wasn’t so time-consuming and headache-inducing...

[Image Description: Two separate screenshots of the Heroic Spirit Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, each showing his stats, his bond level, and the level of his first skill. The first image is that of his Lancer self, at Level 70/70 and at Bond Level 6. The second image is of his Saber self, at Level 71/80 and at Bond Level 2. End Description.]

[teatitty]

crying in the club more like sleeping in the library (also go off about your dude (diar,,,,mude? diarmood??? im sOrry i dont know who he is) i Wanna Know More)

It has different pronunciations! he’s from Irish mythology but the way I learned how to pronounce it was Dee-are-múd. Irish names are tricky cuz no matter how you pronounce it one dialect region is gonna get mad and say you got it wrong so like /big shrugs/ u know?

Also ur so valid sleeping in the library is a m o o d

So like err I mean I already spoiled that he dies in Fate/Zero and it happens in episode 16 and maybe I’m mad he didn’t live till near the end but ANYWAYS!

I want him to be summoned as an Alter (basically, like, a darker version of how a Servant already is) and given wolfish traits. When he dies he’s, to my memory, the only Servant to do so while crying blood

And then once he actually realizes what’s happened (I won’t spoil how it happened but look it up on youtube if you want to it makes me Emo) his eyes go like this:

Which, like, WOOF u know? He dies with rage in his soul and his heart. His eyes have never looked more like a wolf’s then they do right here, it even looks like they’re reflecting the moon to me. In Irish literature, the Fianna (which were the band of men Diarmuid was apart of in his mythos) were often associated with wolves, even being depicted with wolfish features and/or wild and dishevelled, wearing wolfskins even.

Some believed they could turn into wolves and that they would eat both human flesh and that of animals. That lovely beauty mark under his eye is a curse he got from a fae so that every woman who looks upon his face shall fall instantly in love with him (this causes his original death in the mythos actually but we’re not here to discuss that right now.)

Basically, I want an Alter that leans into the more animalistic interpretations. Of course I’m not going to say no to him having wolf ears and/or a tail but I’m more thinking about his eyes staying as they are when he dies here, and giving him a jaw that looks like it should belong on a wolf instead of a human. 

I want to see him in wolf furs, dual-wielding a spear and sword like in his mythos, and I’d write him as being far more growly when he speaks, sneering down at people and snarling when he fights. I’d also have him abuse the love spot he hates so much, using it to his advantage because it’s caused him endless grief so why shouldn’t he lean into it if he might die again anyway?

I’d also give him his two dogs back! Especially M’Akolly, his wolfhound, whom he would take when he was out hunting huge animals. Hell, his dogs could even operate as a special Noble Phantasm (basically a super god move depending on the Servant) that can only be summoned during a full moon. 

He’d still have his honour as a knight, refusing to fight someone who is defenceless, but he also won’t go out of his way to help anyone either unless his motives happen to line up with theirs. Rather then looking for a good, honest fight like he was in Zero with Arturia, Alter Diarmuid would instead go for the kill and try to end things as soon as possible. 

Drawn out battles would annoy him at first, but eventually get him excited, showing hints of his former self. 

Lastly, should he be summoned with Fionn, Alter Diarmuid would have a single-minded purpose of killing Fionn himself, thus leaving him blind to almost everyone else, making him vulnerable but also volatile. Because he wants to kill Fionn with his own hand, it’s very likely he’ll help Fionn fight back other Servants just to have that opportunity. 

To end this off! Thank you for letting me go on about him and Zero is one of my favourite series ever, I cannot recc it enough however I will admit it’s very heart-wrenching and there are some really disturbing scenes in it so I know it’s not for everyone. 

[paladin-andric]

11/11/11 Tag

Thanks to @corishadowfang​ for the tag! Sorry this took so long but I’ve been pretty shot the past couple days.

Rules: Answer the eleven questions, make eleven of your own, then tag eleven people.

1. Do you have a WIP for NaNo?  If so, what’s it about?

Sort of? I’m not really doing Nano officially, but I’m trying very hard to wrap up Blackheart this month.

2. Are there any things you’d really like to write about that you haven’t had the chance to yet?

I’ve got a story about dragons invading late medieval Europe on the backburner. It features actual historical figures that were in power at the time, like famous Polish King Casimir the Great, Pope Innocent VI, and more! Some events change due to the dragons’ invasion, like the massive war ending a power struggle in the Holy Roman Empire and ensuring Louis V, son of the previous emperor ascends to rulership, where as in our timeline he lost out to Charles VI and ended up being the Duke of Bavaria. In this story most of Europe is destroyed and the survivors flee to the Byzantine Empire, which intends to make a stand at Constantinople. The son of the dragons’ leader spends a large portion of the story being held captive in Constantinople, and is interrogated and persuaded throughout the story.

3. Plotter, pantser, or plantser?

Plantser, I guess? I plan the framework, and sometimes I have a scene I really want to make a certain way, but for the most part it’s touch and go.

4. What is your favorite part of the writing process?

The creative process. Just daydreaming about all sorts of scenes and scenarios is incredibly fun. When it comes time to put it to paper though it gets tougher.

5. What does your editing process look like?

Spellcheck and extension. I usually write a scene haphazardly and then add more dialogue and descriptions when I return.

6. Is there a scene in your WIP you’re particularly proud of?  Share it!

This scene in the chapter “Field of Dreams” chapter of Blackheart, it’s my favorite chapter in the book honestly. As a prelude, how this works in Blackheart is that demons capture people and turn them into mindless beasts. Earlier on, a paladin runs into a corrupted birdwoman as he journeys through the city. He goes to kill it like all the others, but when she starts begging for help he realizes the survivor is still clinging on deep in there. He tries to bring her somewhere safe to perform a purity ritual to save her. She struggles and eventually is overcome by the corruption. The last thing she remembers before waking up in darkness is the paladin choking her as she begged for mercy.

Fianna suddenly found herself standing in nothingness. All around her, terror filled the air.

Voices of the damned screamed at her, dark visages stared from afar and corpses and flames littered the expanse.

Other  corrupted lurched forward, hobbling toward her, screaming and howling  as they closed in. The darkness had come to claim her at last.

She could only cower in as absolute fear gripped her heart. This really was it.

The  crowd latched onto her, dozens of unholy beasts dragging her into the  ground. She could feel herself falling, sinking into nothing as her soul  was trapped in the nothingness.

Just as she felt her head begin to sink under, to join her body in eternal torment, a loud noise brought everything to a halt.

The  beasts dragging her to the abyss suddenly paused, turning away and  looking up. She too joined them in staring up into the blackness.

The  sky flashed a bright white, the corrupted monsters, in unison, all  crumbled away. They simply fell apart into nothing at all, scattering to  the wind and leaving Fianna alone.

The screams let out a loud  unified wail before the blackness, all around her, flashed wildly,  vibrant colors flowing through the air and filling the void with light.

She  felt numb for a moment as she found herself no longer sinking. The  koutu clenched her talons as she lay on the ground, panting and heaving.

"Fianna."

Dozens of voices filled the air. Unlike the screams of the damned, these voices were clear, coherent, and sweet as honey.

She looked up, and all around her, as the void pulsed with light and color...figures surrounded her.

They were familiar. All of them.

Her family.

Her friends.

Everyone she could ever remember meeting.

One of the figures stepped forward.

She  was a tall and graceful koutu, every step dignified, her eyes full of  warmth and love. Her feathers were patterned the same as Fianna's...

Her feathers...?

She looked down.

The jet black feathers were changing, warping.

The  blackness seemed to almost...bleed away, the feathers beginning to glow  with color in the middle, expanding outwards until the blackness was a  simple lining at the ends of each feather.

Soon, that tiny bit of   blackness bled away, and her feathers were her own again. Her midsection  was a bright and beautiful orange, while the rest of her was mainly a deep, vibrant blue.

Just like she remembered.

She looked back up at the other koutu, whose coloration and shape was the same as her own.

"Sister..." Fianna said breathlessly.

"You are free," she spoke softly.

"B-but, the demons, you were-"

"I know," her sister assured her, "I know. I am no longer here...but even though I am not here...I will always be HERE."

She pressed her hand against Fianna's chest...over her heart.

Fianna could feel herself crying again.

She  reached out and embraced her sister. The older koutu returned the  gesture, the two of them kneeling and hugging each other tightly.

They sat in silence like this for quite some time.

For the first time since the attack, Fianna felt alive...even though she had the sneaking suspicion she wasn't.

The paladin was right. This was better. She was thankful.

The nightmare was over.

"I missed you so much," Fianna said, her face damp with tears.

"I missed you too."

"I'm so happy we're together again."

Her sister was silent for a moment.

"...you know you're not dead, right?"

Fianna blinked.

"W-what?"

"You have to go back."

The koutu's eyes widened as comprehension dawned on her. "N-no, no!"

"I'm sorry," her sister said quietly, "I know you don't want to."

"Sister, please..."

"I can't control it, Fianna. It's your life, not mine."

"T-than how are you-"

"Because this isn't real."

Fianna's heart sank.

She was in her own imagination, dreaming about being with her family again, rather than actually being reunited.

Her grip tightened on his sister, who looked at her curiously.

"Fianna?"

"I don't want to let go..."

"Trust  me, I understand," she answered quietly. For the first time, her voice  too was filled with pain. "I want to be together too."

"I-I just...want it to be over."

"You have to get through this," her sister spoke, "Please. Don't end up like me."

Fianna couldn't believe this was happening.

"I  want you to live. Can you do that? Please. I've been watching you, you  know. I know how hard it's been...but you've come so far. You're so nearly  there. Just a little more. Please...you have to hold on, okay?"

Fianna nodded.

"O-okay...okay, I'll do my best."

The two sisters looked up and stared at one another.

"I'll keep watching you. I know you can do it. Be good for me, alright?"

"O-okay."

"I'll be waiting for you, someday."

With that, everything faded away once again.

7. Is there an author that inspires you a lot?

I wouldn’t say particularly. I like certain books but I don’t really “follow” anyone like that...well, maybe some of the other writers on here.

8. Do you do anything to prepare yourself to start writing?

Put on some music and grab a drink.

9. What’s your favorite type of villain to write?  To read about?

Villains that you love to hate. After so many ““““sympathetic”””” villains (this mass murderer got bullied by people that have nothing to do with who he’s killing, he’s justified!), it’s nice to have a villain that’s just plain evil and knows it. Someone that’s so shamelessly bad that you’re just dying for the heroes to give em’ his comeuppance. Also, villains and antagonists can be very different. Someone like The Boss from MGS3 is an antagonist, but she could hardly be called a villain. Sympathetic antagonists are a lot easier to root for than someone that’s out and out a bad guy.

10. What is the best compliment you’ve ever received on your work?

Probably either @lady-redshield-writes​​ or @paper-shield-and-wooden-sword​. They’ve both said so many great things I can’t even begin to remember all the nice stuff they’ve said.

11. What are your characters’ favorite animals?

Considering his shield and family crest, Alexander’s is probably the eagle. Leianna likes dogs. Lexius and Senci both like cats.

My questions:

1. Do you make steady progress in writing or work in short bursts?

2. What’s your favorite character archetype?

3. Favorite fictional hero? (Can be from any media) Has that character influenced any of your own?

4. What sort of scenes do you struggle most with? (Fights, group conversations, etc.)

5. What time period do you find yourself writing the most of?

6. Do you enjoy music, background noise or silence while writing?

7. Where’s your favorite writing spot?

8. Do you like people reading along as you write, or do you want people to wait til’ it’s all edited and done?

9. Share a random hobby besides writing!

10. If you could have your cast from your story visit another time or world, real or fictional, where would it be?

11. Have any of your characters changed or developed drastically since they were first created?

Tagging @lady-redshield-writes​, @homesteadchronicles​, @paper-shield-and-wooden-sword​, @candy687​, @ashesconstellation​. Joining in, as always, is completely up to you.

[chaldeaslunchbox]

Your blog gives me life!!!! Would I be able to request relationship headcannons for Diarmuid x master Thank you

Diarmuid Ua Duibhne + Relationship Head-canons!

Requested by: anonymous

I was going to say that I low-key love Diarmuid x Arturia but I literally am writing a modern AU of them so it’s not so low key lmao. Also I’m glad you like my blog and thank you for the support!

Ah Diarmuid, poor, poor Diarmuid and his incredibly poor luck with women...(about as bad as mine and the gatcha gods? I think so).

But ironically enough, it wasn’t you that first fell in love with the jaunty Irishman, it was the other way around.

It’s hard to earn his trust, especially when it comes to love, but with you, it was different. Fighting together with you to save humanity gave him a chance to explore your feelings on a deeper level and bond as equals rather than being lusted over.

He had no worries about his feelings and your feelings being based on fraudulent emotion brought upon by the love spot. 

When he confessed his love, you just blushed and turned away, convinced it was some kind of test to see how his love spot affected others. Realizing your worry, he took your hand and knelt in front of you, once again proclaiming his love so sincerely and the rest is history.

Embodies the knight’s chivalric code of honor; every time you see one another he always makes sure to greet you with a kiss.

Dates of course are fun, but they’re also a hassle because of his love spot...

One time you ray-shifted to Ireland because Diarmuid wanted to see what had become of it, and immediately women of all ages and shapes swarmed around him, asking for everything from a kiss to an autograph (probably thought he was a younger Robert Sheehan or something??) 

So the next couple of dates also doubled as experiments, testing which coverup methods work best in trying to block the spot’s magical effects.

For some reason only Fenty brand foundation worked?? You didn’t know why, but, te amo Rihanna, take a bow.

Dia is a really good and intense kisser so after a make out session expect your lips tongue to feel thoroughly ravished and raw afterwards.

Cuddling is a must with Diarmuid. You like to stroke and brush his hair as he lays in your lap telling stories of his knightly adventures in Fianna.

You sometimes chime in with your own stories; stories of your friends, school, city, and family were all shared and he listened patiently and quietly, taking in your every word.

Diarmuid’s first priority has always been you, and nothing has changed since becoming your lover.

If you were to ever get injured during a battle, he’d literally drop everything to carry you to safety and heal your wounds, but you always reassure him that it can wait until you return to Chaldea.

He helps treat your wounds (with Nightingale’s assistance) and apologizes for being incompetent in protecting you, but you just pull him in a tight embrace and thank him for everything and there’s nothing to be sorry about.

Buuuuuut, an apologetic kiss (and more hmhm) is always welcomed and Dia makes haste in obliging to your wildest desires after you’ve healed.

[wolfpawn]

The Art of Survival

Chapter 7

Summary- Fianna wakes up and conversed with Charlotte, leading to some warnings and explanations.

Fianna woke and groaned. Her head was hurting and her vision was almost fuzzy. Laing had woke her several times during her sleep, much to her annoyance throughout the night but he stated that it was for her safety, to ensure she could wake. All she wanted was to rest. As well as her head hurting terribly, her muscles ached all over her body; from her chest to her legs, everything felt as though she would never be pain free again.

All night long, Laing kept her against him, smothering her in the affection his mind had been obsessing with, finally being able to avail of the opportunity to do so. She could not recall much from the night but she recalled his arms around her for the entirety of it. On this waking, she noted Laing was nowhere to be seen.

She meekly got out of the bed, hissing in pain as she did so and got to her feet. Her progress across the room hampered by the fact her vision was hazy and in her mind, the room was spinning. She crashing painfully into the door frame and grabbed onto it, knowing she would be bruised on her shoulder as a result.

'Well, that went well.’

Fianna focused on Charlotte's oncoming form, knowing that the fact the other woman was doing so in a manner that was neither straightforward or easy to follow may possibly have absolutely nothing to do with her current concussed state. 'As well as can be expected, all things considered.’ She retorted.

'Is that why you crashed into the door?’ Charlotte smiled.

'Better that than onto the floor.’ She leant against the door, feeling her body feel too warm and finding it hard to catch her breath. 'Where is…?’

'Checking your traps, apparently. I was told to stay here in case you woke to tell you to stay still.’ She inhaled deeply from her cigarette, allowing the smoke remain in her body for a moment before exhaling again. 'And here we are.’

'I am surprised you did as he said.’

'Well, you dying would be rather inconvenient, you are, after all, the food provider around here.’

'Yes, that, and however would you get cigarettes from Arthur Byrne otherwise?’ Fianna chuckled. Charlotte looked at her bewildered by her knowledge of such things. 'I pay Mr Byrne in cigarettes to pass his floor. I pay him specifically in those cigarettes, the ones you are smoking at present.’

'Anyone could have these.’ Charlotte pointed out.

'Before this, yes, but I control the supply of cigarettes here now and I specifically give only that brand to him, the same as I only give certain other brands to other people.’

'Why?’

'To keep an eye on the lay of the land. Who barters with who, who is in cohorts with who.’

'Bullshit.’ Charlotte declared, half in shock, half in amazement.

‘To know what people want, so I can ensure I also can give it to them, I need to know what they have access to. It makes it easier then. So you having them tells me you liaise with Byrne.’

'You really are something else. What are you, are you in the military?’

'Just observant.’ Fianna shrugged.

Charlotte said nothing for a moment before commenting again. 'The day I first met you, who was that guy?’ Fianna looked at her blankly. 'Tall fellow, weird accent.’

Fianna shook her head. 'Just some delivery guy. Why?’

'Looked like you knew him. He was a good shag.’

Fianna could not help but look at Charlotte and laugh. 'You really would shag anything.’

It was not said with malice, which Charlotte realised immediately. She shrugged. 'He was good looking. I'm surprised you didn't.’

'Not my sort of thing.’

'You don't like men?’

Fianna scoffed. 'No, I like men, that's not an issue. It's the laissez faire approach to fucking random men I just don't see the appeal of.’

Charlotte leant against the wall. 'I thought you'd be too stuck up to say “fuck”.’

'I'm not, evidently.’

'Robert will be delighted to hear you like men. I think that's been bothering him.’ Fianna gave an bewildered look. ‘He is obsessed with you.’

'I'm sure.’ Fianna dismissed.

'Believe me or not, I don't particularly care, but he is. All he does is look for you, write about you in his little notebooks and even wank to the idea of you. It's almost pathetic really, throw the poor guy a bone and let him fuck you. He's good at it, he's the best there is here even before all of this.’

'I am not going to fuck him.’

‘Why not?’ If anything, Charlotte seemed offended.

'Well, for one thing, the last thing I need to risk is getting pregnant in this.’

'Wait, you are still bleeding? In this, really?’ Charlotte asked curiously.

'You've….?’

'Well, I got my tubes tied after Toby, so I don't count but you must be the only woman here that is.’

'No, that's not possible.’

'I beg to differ.’ Charlotte smirked. 'Lucky you.’ If she did not feel like death warmed up, Fianna would have argued more. As it stood, she could barely stand. 'Come on.’ Charlotte urged. Wearily, Fianna followed her to the balcony where Charlotte indicated for her to sit down. She did so and was handed a pot of stewed pigeon and some tinned vegetables. She looked at Charlotte worriedly. 'I haven’t poisoned it.’

'I know. You're not stupid.’

'Then why the distrust?’

'No one willingly leaves food around.’

‘You need to recover. Like I said, you are the food source here.’

Warily, Fianna leant forward and gently took a spoon of food. As soon as the first mouthful was finished, she shoved another spoonful in. Before long, she wolfed the entire contents, Charlotte saying nothing as she smoked another cigarette. When she finished, Fianna leant back and sighed. It was as though she could feel the food entering her veins to help her body. 'Where is my dog?’

'Robert has it.’

Fianna nodded her head. 'Thank you.’

'I think that's the first time I have heard that from anyone in six months and the first time ever from you.’

'We never had reason to speak, much less for me to be grateful to you for anything.’

'Do you dislike me that much, Fianna Butler?’

Fianna looked at her and huffed slightly. 'I don't hate many people, Charlotte Melville and I am sorry to disappoint you but you're not on the list.’ Charlotte chuckled slightly. 'That's what I dislike about you though, the sneakiness. The need to snoop others while making sure they know as little as possible about you.’

‘I love to talk about me, what do you want to know?’

'Nothing, I don't give a shit, never did.’ Fianna responded. 'I was curious for a time, how a woman with no visible employment could possibly afford a better home than even dentists and college lecturers but then I realised how and I realised, I just don't care.’

'How did I do it so?’ Charlotte asked, curious to see what Fianna had figured out.

'Toby's father.’

Charlotte found herself smiling slightly and nodding. 'You're right.’ She conceded. 'He gave it to us. And do you know who he was?’

‘No, and I don't care. I realised after I got that far that it is none of my concern. I just don't care about it.’ Fianna stated, leaning back in her chair. ‘My business is me.’

'You're better than most here were. They never stopped trying to figure it out.’

'Is that why you did nothing upstairs, you didn't want to be around busybodies?’

'Among other things.’ Charlotte answered. 'Ann Royal had plans for me, to have me be demeaned and scorned at. I had my share of her and her attitude before the world fell apart, looking down on me and acting as though me and my son were nothing more than a dirty mark on her and her husband…’ The was vitriol in Charlotte's words that were more vicious than could be deemed normal in general conversation and it caused Fianna to realise the missing part of the puzzle.

'I see.’ Charlotte looked at her. 'I see the logic in your reasons.’

Charlotte pursed her lips. 'You're the only one.’

‘You don't have to explain it to anyone. Your reasons are yours.’ She paused for a moment before laughing. 'I know you better now in this few minutes than I did the whole time I lived here.’

'I thought I knew you.’ Charlotte commented.

'No one knows me. The only people who ever did have died, even before this.’ Fianna stated bitterly.

'Did those boys do that to you?’ Charlotte indicated to Fianna's injuries. Fianna nodded. 'Did they do more?’ Fianna shook her head. 'You're lucky you're so strong.’

'You looked worse after Wilder. To keep standing after that, you're even stronger.’ Fianna looked at Charlotte, still not able to see her properly. 'Did you help kill him?’

'Yes.’ There was a hint of pleasure in her tone.

'Good.’ Fianna rose to her feet again feeling a little better. She stumbled slightly but made her way inside, Charlotte remaining on the balcony.

She looked around the clean apartment, her eyes not able to focus on much but her thoughts going back to what Charlotte had said about Robert and his desires. She sighed. In a different world, perhaps Laing would be someone to consider but she always wanted a proper partner, not a bed partner and from what Charlotte had said, he was not a man for such things back then, she heard from Wilder's wife also of his escapades but in the current climate, with the risks as they were, it was not an option. He was good looking, but not enough so to make stupid mistakes. She walked over to his table of notes and looked at it.

Laing had not even attempted to tidy it away. There in front of her, were detailed notes about her that even Fianna had not taken notice of in her own appearance. Her freckles were documented, even her acne scars, everything was noted. She looked through the notes, focusing in her dizzy state on the ramblings of words. It was startling. Charlotte was right, the notes were there, including some that seemed to be in shorthand code. She tried focusing more in hopes of it just being her current dizziness that was preventing her reading it but she just could not make it out.

'Fianna, what are you doing out of bed?’ Laing's tone was barely on the polite side of angry.

'I needed to go to the bathroom and I had something to eat.’ She explained. 'I also have outstayed my welcome and need to get back to my own home.’

‘You have to stay until your concussion ends.’ He insisted, putting his arms around her. 'It's not safe for you right now. What would you do without someone watching over you?’

'Regardless of someone watching me, if things go bad, I am a goner anyway.’ She pointed out.

'Don't say such things.’ Laing reprimanded, his nose physically in her hair, him inhaling deeply. 'That is a terrible thought. Here I can help you, this is my specialty, after all.’

'Robert…’

‘I love the way you say my name.’

Fianna felt slightly concerned by his behaviour but her dizziness, mixed felt with food made her severely nauseous and a moment later, she was rushing to the balcony and vomiting violently.

Charlotte watched boredly, noting the waste of good food as Laing tended to her before taking her in his arms and bringing her back to back to his bed. His comforting words reciting once more.

Fianna felt terrible as he spoke but unlike the night before, she heard the words being spoken to her and with him getting in beside her and bringing her body to his, she realised the one word being repeated over and over more than any other was “mine”.

[clann-baiscne-archived-blog]

Eh, an explanation I guess?

*Peaks head around corner*

Uhh, hey there. Been a while hasn’t it?

Look, I’m sorry for going MIA for like a month or something. I didn’t intend for it to be this long but I needed some space. You see, I’ve been really struggling to keep my muse(s) going for both Diarmuid and Fionn, and this has been an ongoing issue for a long, long time now. I feel like I’m not giving them the justice they deserve, and if anything, writing them in a way that’s ooc and somewhat cliche to look at. It’s happened before remember? And I hated myself for it. I tried to push the issue aside by introducing Fionn and pretending everything was okay again, but it wasn’t. As much as I loved writing the Leader of the Fianna (and still do!) it was just a blanket for all the bigger issues this blog was facing. And to be honest I got spooked. So I decided to leave for a while and create a new blog under an alternative pen name, to give myself some time to breathe again.

And hey! It kind of worked? I’ve really enjoyed playing this new muse and I felt free to explore their character as much as I wanted without certain expectations placed on me. So you know what, I’m keeping that muse. And I’m gonna stay quiet about the blog’s identity too, simply because it’s going to be my go to when I’m struggling here again. Please don’t take this personally! Sometimes I just need to separate myself from this blog and I’ve found that this is the best way to do it. To the two of you who know which account I’m talking about right now, thank you. For your patience, and sticking by me when I was really struggling! I really appreciate it yo’ ❤

So what’s going to happen now? Well, I’m going to tentatively re-open this blog again. However, I will be heavily enforcing my Private and Selective status, just for my own sanity. I’m also going to be deleting most of the drafts I have saved to this blog and start fresh again. (There are one or two I am keeping, and I will be messaging those who this concerns to make sure they’re okay with it!)

I also think a new blog theme is in order, and me deleting like 90% of my archive lol. But that’s a problem for future me to deal with. o/

So if you see me lurking, please feel free to say hi! I’ve really missed talking to all of you and would love some company again. ; ;

Much love,

Jinx

[firstaidspray]

Aaah i love this idea!!

Definitely Fianna already wears super revealing clothes and she is not afraid to lay around naked and bask to warm up LOL

And the idea of him buying her warm blankets and plushies and candles is SO CUTE...actually in my house for them in the sims they have candles next to their nice warm hot tub bath so that fits!!

And also I've just thought of this but I agree with you that Victor would run hot, so he could basically be like a big heating pad for her and she could just lay on him and absorb his heat!! She would love that!! And the fireplace omg i planned to give them one in their sims house...I can see them cuddling up by it that would be so cute 😭

Thank you for answering my question btw I love your writing and like to get your advice about Victor!!! 💖

Heya idk if you remember my oc Fianna but I was looking for some advice on a writing for her and Victor? Fianna is cold blooded ofc and she HATES winter and gets seasonal depression and I wanted to write something of Victor helping her stay warm and be happy during winter!! What are some things you think he would like to do with her? :o

Hey honey!!! As I read your message, X-Men Origins just came on TV!!!! YAY VICTOR 🤧🥰

Let's think about your question honey... I have always pictured Victor as a winter guy because he is a feral mutant, therefore he runs hotter than other people which means that when it is cold, he isn't that bothered by the weather (let's picture Victor like a real furry dog for example, the hotter it is the more they suffer)

So I'm sure he would live in a colder place and well, poor Fianna will have to tag along... but hey, Victor is done suffering after having such a poor childhood, therefore, I'm sure he would have such a fancy home, with air conditioning, fireplace etc, and he wouldn't mind having it warm inside the house to please his girl - not to mention the warmer, the less clothes she will be wearing *wink wink*

But overall, I guess it would be all about spoiling, so I'm sure he wouldn't spare money to buy cute lanterns, candles or lights to make the house well illuminated for the cold, dark days. He would also buy her warm and cute blankets, scarfs and plushies to cuddle to.

OMG WARM DRINKS WITH VICTOR

He is probably the king of tea because when he grew up in the 1800s, his family and the nearby neighbors were too poor to hire a doctor, so he knows a lot of tea and herb recipes for small sicknesses and so on

Ans I guess this is it honey... do you have any other ideas?

And guys, do you also have any ideas to help our friend write?

[beyondalice-rp]

Congratulations, Savanah! Your application for Raven Edgar has been accepted! You’ve been well prepared for this character since you started with the last one, so I’m confident we’ll be seeing a lot of good stuff from this guy! Thank you for finally bringing us the Oscar Isaac we’ve all desperately needed on the dash. You know what you’ve gotta do!

→ AUTHOR INFORMATION

Name (or whatever you’d like to be called): Savanah

Age/Birthday: 20 / January 8th

Pronouns/Preference(s): She/Her

Timezone: PST

Activity Level: 5-7, depending. I’ll be in and out of the dash and my activity may lag while I find a rhythm during midterms and finals (if at all)  but I am on for plotting and the like almost every day.

Anything else?: You guys need to stop making such awesome characters! ( You totally don’t. I am just weak to amazing characters).

→ BASIC CHARACTER INFORMATION

Desired Character’s Name: Raven Edgar

Age: 38

Species: Werecrow

Titles/Aliases: The Duke, Bird Brain, Asshole

Home: The Palace

Relationships: The Duchess, Lynet & Rosinda Thorne

Raven doesn’t have what you’d call…friends. Rather, he has what he affectionately-or affectionate for him, anyway-calls toys. He has never been one for companionship, never found a woman he finds appealing, romantically or otherwise, unless he’s using her to get to something. It’s his favorite game, and he plays it well.

If you thought Raven was manipulative you should have met his mother. The Duchess was a terrifying presence back when she was still among the living, but it is her teachings that stick fast with The Duke. Though he should feel grateful much of what he feels for his mother is loathing. To say that she didn’t teach him about importance and how to run the show would be wrong, but her training methods weren’t always the friendliest and he didn’t feel like he could ever go to his mother for a personal problem. Like many children raised within the aristocracy, the individual who raised him was not his mother, but a servant. That being said, he was taught to respect his betters (for the most part), and of that he had a great deal. When it comes down to it, The Duchess ruled the roost, so to speak, and Raven wanted that. He used the skills she taught him to his advantage,  but he is loathe to admit that the many issues he now has in his adult life stem from his mother’s disregard for him early on.

Lynet…oh that woman was intriguing, to say the least. She was ambitious, and proud. Raven knows he could use that, use her ambition. His mother was ambitious, but his…proclivities don’t bend that way, if you catch his meaning. He views her as a pawn in his game, as a piece to be used to gain his way to the top. If he needs to make her believe she’s being courted then, by all means, he will. But, as soon as her purpose is served she will be as useless to him as a molted feather.

Rosinda, sweet, young, doubtful Rosinda: she would be an important piece to his game, if he wanted to win it. He could play her mother like a fiddle but her? She would be harder. She is not naive, no, but she is young. And he is not. She is still in need of defining, of persuasion, and Raven is more than happy to provide that. Her mother is ambitious, that he well knows, but he cannot quite pin Rosinda down, and that is both frustrating and driving in equal measure. He knows her loyalties can be swayed, that they are not so firmly set in stone as she may want her mother or teacher (Fianna) to believe. And that, well, Raven can definitely work that to his advantage.

Three sentences (min.) on their personality:

+ Intelligent, Diplomatic, Cunning

- Deceitful, Manipulative, Greedy

As a young boy Raven was considered incredibly bright, always ahead of his age group in reading, writing, and arithmetic. This serves him well now, as he must run his own affairs, but as a boy it was often lonely. He had few like-minded peers and often spent his time in a library, where he later gained his name, or was in the presence of high-end tutors and his mother, when she deemed him old enough to learn her ways of ‘persuasion.’ He has always been sharp, always had a bird’s eye view on many situations, but his mother honed that skill and made him lethal.

His naturally manipulative nature was hidden by a diplomatic skill that has served him well during his employ to the Crimson King, cultivated by years of personal training by his mother, a key figure during the reign of the Red Queen; it has allowed him a chance to keep an eye on all the cards in the deck, to pick a few out to play with, the exact leverage he needs when he needs. His manipulative nature is one he holds close to his chest when in the presence of the King but he is unafraid to do what needs being done in order to get himself closer to his goal.

Face Claim: Oscar Isaacs

[There is a brief mention of violence towards Raven when he was a child in a memory that he describes.]

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(At least 2 paragraphs, 300 words minimum, in character, third-person narrative):

The sound of drink being poured into a tumbler for him bought the Duke out of his own mind. He thanked the servant with a nod and dismissed them with a flick of his hand. He had much to think about.

The Thorne women would be useful, as he well knew. Lynet was ambitious. She wanted power, a position of prestige. He could give that to her, for  price. She would be as expendable as her daughter. Sweet, young Rosinda. Raven smiled at the thought of what he could do to the both of them, how he could get them to be swayed to his side. He had been taught by the best, the cruelest. His mother had never been one to express motherly love towards her son, preferring instead the quick and hard truth of the world. The Duchess had taught her only son all she knew in the art of manipulation, what it meant to be diplomatic and yet continue to rule the room. Often, her lessons had ended with a heavy-handedness that she hid behind perfect smiles and gracious demurity. She was a viper of a woman, but Raven had learned well never to question her methods. And they would serve their purpose here and now, as they had been made to do.

Raven swirled his drink in his glass, eyes closed as he remembered a particularly brutal lesson. He had been but ten years of age, maybe a bit older. Some pompous delegate or another had come to call and he’d been instructed to sit and watch, observing all that went on and report back what he learned. His observations had not pleased her; they’d torn down her own deceptions, pointed out the dance that she and this delegate had participated in. He’d received blows for it but it taught him that perception was key to any observation, even if the other party didn’t like it.

Opening his eyes, Raven took a drink. If his observations about the Thorne women were correct, he very well could find himself with two very ‘allies,’ one ambitious enough to want it and the other doubting her king enough to consider it. A small, wry smile passed over his lips.

“Thank you, Mother.”