#house borgia in history

[ducavalentinos]

That's a good summary for the Borgia family, but in particular Cesare, historical literature: it's not known, it's unclear, we can't be sure, the uncertainties begin again, and this is just basic things his date and place of birth 🤭😩

[borgialucrezia]

given juan's deep affection for lucrezia and his evident melancholic concern for her when they were apart, it seems very possible that lucrezia named her first-born (giovanni borgia, "infans romanus" ("child of rome", c. 1498–1548) after juan since his italianized name is giovanni as well. the historical records that we have so far indicate a close relationship between the two siblings, noting that juan had a shining and symbolic role in escorting and walking lucrezia down the aisle at her wedding with the two of them appearing intimately linked and having a familial bond. there are also references to them occasionally traveling together and all...juan's untimely death likely had a profound impact on lucrezia and may have chosen to name her firstborn after him in the aftermath of his passing (14 june 1497) as a heartfelt tribute stemming from her deep regard for him, which is very tender and suggests that he held a special place in her heart.

(adding a gif of david and holly's portrayal of juan and lucrezia here simply because they're pretty and i love their dynamic in showtime's the borgias even though it was tragically shifted by disconnection and misunderstandings)

[illustratus]

Cesare Borgia leaves the Vatican by Giuseppe Lorenzo Gatteri

[troublesomesnitch]

Make Your Hands Unclean

Aemond x Wife!Reader - Period sex drabble

Premise and bits of dialogue shamelessly stolen from The Borgias.

Contents: drabble, pure filth. Menstrual sex, p in v, anal touching, graphic imagery. Internalised misogyny and harmful attitudes towards menstruation. Aemond is an asshole. Porn with weird plottish vibes.

Words: 2300

idk what this even is, this thing kind of wrote itself and I just went with it. It is kind of a mess tbh.

You were supposed to marry a lord.

That is what you were raised for, and those are the skills you were taught. To sing, to dance, to play the harp; to make yourself look pleasant. Your septa taught you to sew, and a woman from Essos taught you to weave, and in the afternoons the maester taught you history and linguistics, astronomy and arithmetic, and other things that ladies rarely speak about, but nevertheless must learn. 

For it is the lady, not the lord, who runs the castle. Who manages the household, and oversees the people it employs. Such a lady must ideally be both kind and commanding, generous and frugal. She must know how to handle serfs and noblemen alike, and she must be proficient in numeracy; able to record expenses and perform difficult calculations. 

To be a prince’s wife requires no such skills. 

This castle already has two queens, and besides it is not for royal women to concern themselves with practical matters. There are ladies-in-waiting for that, and stewards, chamberlains, maids and matrons; an army of servants hundreds strong to ensure that you may always be spoiled and idle. More than a lady, but less than a queen, left to twiddle your thumbs and wonder when, if ever, the oppressive walls of Maegor’s Holdfast will begin to feel like home.

You do not like it here. 

The days are long in King’s Landing, and the air is foul, polluted by the smoke of ten thousand hearths, by the stench of filth and unwashed bodies. It seeps through every crack and crevice, and you like the early mornings the most, when a cleansing mist blows in from the sea, and the ship’s bells ring over Blackwater Bay. 

Your husband rises early too, though it is for different reasons. Prince Aemond adheres to strict routines, to noble pursuits and rigorous discipline. He is exactly as people say: a stoic, severe in both temper and countenance, condemning indulgence and deriding depravity. 

Yet for all of his moral posturing, he does seem to have developed a taste for it rather quickly. 

You couldn’t say the exact number of times the prince has had you, but it has been many, and often, and in every position imaginable, and you dutifully report it all back to your family. As they have instructed you to do.

Before you were sent off to the capital, you were relentlessly reminded that there will never again be an opportunity such as this. That a marriage to a royal prince is a rare honour for your family, and one that was only made possible because the crown finds itself at war. Your house is not a great one, and your father is not the noblest lord, but he is very wealthy. And on the field of battle, wealth does tend to triumph. 

You do not know what other promises were made, what lands or titles were negotiated. Only that so much now depends on you; on your ability to please your husband and give him healthy children. Preferably male, but even a daughter would markedly strengthen your position. So you play your part as best as you can , and you pen your secret letters, divulging all the details of your intimate affairs. That the prince sleeps with you frequently, and seems to find great pleasure in it. That he performs his movements to completion, and expends his semen inside your body. 

It is a grave responsibility to have on your shoulders, and you were utterly crushed when you woke to find your insides churning, and your sheets stained with blood. 

They will be most displeased, your mother and father. Your brothers and uncles, and your cousins too. Prince Aemond's seed has not yet taken. 

-

In the evening he knocks on your door. Two determined raps, and you are thoroughly surprised. Your maid will have told his mother of your ailment, and she will have told him, and he too must be disappointed. But you know it is the prince, for there is no one else who would visit you at this hour. 

You know very well what he has come for, too. 

“We can’t tonight,” you sigh. 

“And why is that?” he says, amused, as if the idea that you would refuse him is ridiculous. 

“My blood - I am bleeding.”

Prince Aemond hums, but he walks to your couch and begins to undress himself, unbuckling his doublet and unlacing his breeches, tugging off his boots while you wring your hands. 

He can’t be serious. He can’t mean to take you like this. 

“It’s not - it isn’t proper,” you protest. “Our maester said it is ill-advised - most men find it unclean - “

“I am not most men,” he scoffs. 

There is no arguing against that, and he says it with all the confidence of someone who knows it to be true. Aemond is a royal prince. A dragonlord, a scion of a greater people. Second to no one but his king and brother, and if he wants to get himself all bloodied, then you suppose that is his right. 

He rids himself of his undershirt, and you reluctantly move to the side to let him join you in bed. It isn’t proper, but your insides flutter when he pulls you against his naked body, letting you feel the warmth of his skin, his manhood against the back of your thigh. It is hard, and twitching when he runs his hands over your figure, your breasts and your stomach, your waist, your hips, the tops of your thighs -

“No, you mustn’t - ” you squeak, but he rucks your gown up anyway and slips his hand in between your legs.

You are wet there, with blood as well as with desire, and you can feel the stickiness when he spreads your lips, curving his fingers and sliding them back and forth along your slit. His breathing is hoarse just from caressing you, from feeling your wet, your warmth, your little swollen nub begging to be touched. You whimper when he circles it with the gentlest of strokes, light and teasing, until you arch your hips up in frustration and breathe oh please. 

Prince Aemond likes it when you beg. Only then does he press down, but not enough to bring you to a peak. Just enough to make your insides tighten, and more blood gush from your womb.

You always did find it strangely beautiful, the blood of your cycle. Deep maroon, and scarlet red - but you are ashamed to see it coating the prince’s fingers when he withdraws them. It is thick, and clotted, and he takes a moment to study it before he wipes his hand clean on your shift. 

“Are you not displeased with me?” you whisper. He should be, given that you have failed to conceive. That there is no way of knowing if you can bear children at all. 

“One mere month is not cause for concern,” the prince says. 

You breathe a faint sigh of relief. It is a comfort to know that at least your husband doesn’t hold your failure against you - yet. 

He tugs on your shift, eager to expose your body, but you cross your hands over your chest.

“Let me keep it for tonight,” you plead. 

You can’t rid yourself of the thought that you are unclean, and you would feel so much more at ease if he didn’t see your heavy, aching body. But you don’t want to entirely deny him access to it, either. Seeing as you are bleeding, the chances of begetting a child are small, which means that his wish to sleep with you must come from genuine desire rather than obligation. And that makes you very happy, as you imagine it would any wife. 

You will make sure to include it in the next letter you send back home. Hopefully it will lessen their disappointment. 

The prince looks somewhat displeased, but he lets you keep your dress, resorting instead to bunching it up around your waist. He is stern, but never cruel to you, even if he does pull at the neck to bare more of your breasts. He pinches your nipple, and then his hand moves downward again, and you throw your leg over his hip to give him more room to touch you. 

This time he does it properly. His fingers find your pleasure right away, and he swiftly brings you to your rapture, impatient as he is to have you. It leaves his hand stained and tainted, and once again he wipes it off on your shift, but this time you don’t care. 

With the position you’re in, it is easy for him to crawl over your leg and take his place between them, and he kisses you as he presses against you, deeply and hungrily, rocking his hips, his manhood throbbing and leaking between your legs. 

Your parts are soaked, but he is careful when he pushes inside. Despite the prince’s relentless pursuit of knowledge, he must not know all that much about a woman’s blood, at least not in practical terms. Where it hurts, and how much, and whether this intrusion will make it worse. You can’t hold it against him - you don’t believe there are many scholars who would want to write about the topic, and how then was he supposed to learn?

“Harder,” you pant, and he obliges, moving faster and pushing deep inside. 

You let him find a steady rhythm, hooking your legs over his hips, and letting your hands wander over his body while he has his way with you. You stroke his balls, imagining that what he keeps inside will take root in you. You pinch his nipples, all hard with pleasure, and you slide your hands down to his lower back, to the base of his spine, where the skin is dusted with downy hairs. Where you can feel each of his thrusts; the rolling movements of his hips, the rhythmic clenching of his buttocks. 

Your dainty touch makes him shudder, and you move your hands to his arse, and then further still, slipping your fingers in between his buttocks. To where he is warm and tender, and where his skin starts to pucker. 

It is filthy, the way he twitches there. The way he throbs. A dirty place to touch, and a sinful thing to do, but you have found that the prince likes it. No added pressure or attempts at entry, just gentle strokes with the tips of your fingers. Soft caresses over his opening. 

He buries his face in your neck and groans, and you can feel that he is nearing his peak. His movements are fast and shallow, his chest heaving and slick with sweat. 

“Yes, my prince,” you whisper. “Fill me with your seed, put a son inside me - “

He likes that. He hisses loudly, gripping the headboard for purchase, and you look up at him when his hips stutter. Prince Aemond’s face is always handsome, but never more than when he is on top of you, in the throes of ecstasy. His brow is furrowed and his eye squeezed shut, and the tension in his body makes the damaged side of his face convulse, his lip twitching up towards the scar. 

He wouldn’t like for you to see that, but in this state he does not feel it happening. 

You lie still as he peaks, allowing him to rut into you wildly, groaning and grunting as he spills his seed. Hot, and wet, and adding to the mess inside you. He lies limp on top of you to catch his breath, and when he finally withdraws, the blood is everywhere. On his softening organ, on his sack, and crusted to the soft hairs on his thighs. 

“I’ve made you dirty,” you state. 

“Yes, you have,” he says. “In more ways than one.” 

You look the other way to give him some privacy when he rises to tidy and dress himself. On your wedding night he stayed with you until the morning, and he has done it a few times since, but it is not a common occurrence. Prince Aemond prefers to sleep alone, and your mother chastises you for that too. She says that to rouse a man’s desire is less than half the battle, and that you must make your husband love you.

Of course if it were really that simple, then there would be no unhappy marriages and no children born as bastards, and if you knew how to make a man fall in love, you would be the richest woman in all the world. 

But you must at least try. 

“Won’t you stay with me?” You ask. “It is - important, for a woman to be embraced - to be treated gently, afterwards…”

“Next time, I will,” he says. And that is the end of that, for you will not stoop so low as to beg for his company. 

He smoothes out his shirt and pulls on his breeches, and you sit up and comb your fingers through your tangled hair. When you look down there are stains on your sheets, and a thick rosy fluid trickling out between your legs. 

“You may want to abstain from riding,” the prince says over his shoulder. “It is known to upset the balance of the womb.”

You nod, bound to obey what is clearly a command posing as a suggestion. 

“Did you know,” you muse, “that the blood of the womb is the only blood that is not born from violence?”

Prince Aemond looks at you with a thoughtful expression, one that suggests he had in fact not considered that before. 

“Quite the philosopher you are,” he remarks, with a little raise of his brow. Coming from him, that is the highest praise. 

It does not change his mind about staying, but he does press a noble kiss to your temple before he leaves you. Sore and bloodied, but content. 

You did well tonight. 

Notes

“Most men find it unclean/I am not most men” is from S1E7 of the Borgias. 

“Menstruation is the only blood that is not born from violence and yet it’s the one that disgusts you the most” is a quote by artist Maia Schwartz. I couldn’t find any more information about her unfortunately. 

Tags. @arcielee, @targaryen-madness.

[darklinaforever]

House of the Dragon clearly doesn't come close to The Borgias (I'm talking about the Showtime version here) the iconic Rome (and I will forever thank my old high school freshman history teacher for teaching me discover this nugget) or even The Tudor.

I want to say, it doesn't even come close to My Lady Jane on Amazon Prime, a reimagined version of the story with a dose of fantasy and comedy.

Frankly, objectively, HOTD is pitiful.

Even REIGN, is better that this shit show !

The fact that so many people put it on a pedestal will always baffle me, including comparing it to The Ring of Power, when in fact both shows have the same flaws. It's just that at least on TROP's side the screenwriters own up to their bullshit without taking themselves for writing gods...

[anamazingangie]

In defense of ‘House of the Dragon’ costumes.

I doubt anyone will read this, but at least I can link to it instead of arguing with people.

I don’t even like the costumes that much, truly, but every fucking time the criticism is paired with examples of the costuming work on ‘The Borgias’, ‘The Tudors’, or even ‘Reign’. I have thoughts on the costumes from those shows too, but will readily admit they do have more detail and texture than most garments worn in HotD.

HOWEVER

Whenever I hear these mentioned in comparison I want to scream. 

Tudors is set in 16th-century England.

Borgias is in 1490-1500 Italy

Reign [allegedly] depicts mid 16th century Europe. 

None of these have examples of medieval fashion. The middle ages spanned from the 5th century to the 15th (and by then, the renaissance movement had come to Italy, so the Borgias does not depict medieval clothing, either.)

ASOIF is a fantasy universe, true, but GRRM has stated many times that the Middle Ages served as a basis for the world he created and that historical realism was an important grounding factor for making the universe feel real, too.

I think it’s fair to say this should apply to clothing, just as it applies to decor, atmosphere, and technological advancements in both the books and the show. Clearly it is supposed to replicate the middle ages, or a very similar equivalent in Westeros.

I’m happy to suspend some disbelief given the fact it is a fantasy setting—for example none of the garments in GoT were historically ‘accurate’ but the more traditional gowns kept a silhouette and stylistic details that were similar to garments from the 15th century [most pointedly Sansa’s and Cersei’s gowns from the earlier seasons] which would fit the period in history that influenced the books.

I genuinely think HotD was trying to do something similar, drawing from fashions from the slightly earlier 1300s/1400s—which follows with the established timeline.

And, obviously, that is very much not the time period shown in borgias, reign, or the tudors. It is in fact HUNDREDS of years earlier. 

To put this into context: 

Comparing the 1300s to the 1500s is equivalent to comparing your wardrobe to what is in a Jane Austen film. 

Comparing the 1500s to the 1700s is like comparing civil war era uniforms to what is worn by the military today. 

A lot changes in 200 years.

And you know what? Garments in the 1300s weren’t that pretty. 

Almost all of them lacked closures, which meant they went over the head and were shaped with belts or ties.

Corsets were not worn during this period so any sort of tight, supportive, and shapely bodices in this era is a thing of fiction.

Though layers were often worn, they were typically only visible at the hems and not the neckline [so the layers of a partlet/visible chemise as seen in the 16th century was unlikely, too]. 

In fact the only realistic depiction of this period I've seen in costuming is on the show “Hollow Crown” and do you know what those dresses looked like? Well…

Not to mention this is a difficult period to research in general since so little paper survived. This website has timelines for fashion, and where the 15th century page features a dozen examples for each decade, the 14th century page has less than a dozen examples TOTAL.

Now I’m not saying the costumes couldn’t have been better. I do think fabrics with more texture could have made even the simple gowns look more interesting, and I wish the amazing embroidery that we saw hints of was better utilized. 

But, I think given the historical examples the designer was probably tasked with interpreting in a fantasy setting, the costumes are just not going to be as fantastic as what you see in dramas from later periods. 

(The wigs however were unforgivable, i’ll give you that, lol. )

ALSO I'm not saying you can't complain about them or think they were ugly. I'm just saying that if you are going to compare them to something, please compare them to garments from other fantasy dramas, or things that actually take place in the same period.

Ok. Rant over.

[litcest]

The House of Borgia: Sources and Scholarship

| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 |

When I got my hands on Mirror, Mirror by Gregory Maguire, my plans were simple: read the book, do a write up about it and include a few notes here and there about who were the Borgias, the real family which Maguire re-imagines in a fairy tale setting. I did not expect that research into the Borgias would turn into a months long endeavour.

The result of all my efforts were a four parts series in which I try to lay out the known events and separate them from the myths and rumours that were spread about the family. I'm actually very proud of those posts, I love doing research (I mean... I love doing a good literature review, basic research is not much of my thing).

One thing that pissed me off a lot when researching was that I had no access to primary sources. I had to trust when an author said that "letters from the period confirm this". Like, tell me which letters and where they are, even if I can't actually access them because they were never digitalized, at least I would have names, years and quantity of letters.

As someone involved in academia, I know that the information I present is only as good as my sources. I didn't want to go doing in text citations because it can get very boring and also takes a lot of space. So, below, I present my references, and under the cut, I'll explain how I used each book. This way, I can have a clean conscience knowing that I did cite my sources.

References:

Batllori, M. La familia de los Borjas. Real Academia de la Historia, 1999.

Bradford, Sarah. Cesare Borgia: his life and times. Macmillan, 1976.

Burchard, Johann. Pope Alexander VI and His Court Extracts from the Latin Diary of Johannes Burchardus. Edited by F. L. Glaser, N.L. Brown, 1921.

Carrasco, Raphael. The Borgia Family. Presses universitaires de la Méditerranée, 2013.

Gregorovius, Ferdinand. Lucretia Borgia According to Original Documents and Correspondence of Her Day. D. Appleton and Company, 1903.

Meyer, G. J. The Borgias: The Hidden History. Bantam, 2013.

Morris, S. Cesare and Lucrezia Borgia: Brother & Sister of History's Most Vilified Family. Pen & Sword Books, 2020.

Strathern, P. The Borgias: Power and Depravity in Renaissance Italy. Pegasus Books, 2019.

La familia de los Borjas, by M. Batllori

This book was used in the first few paragraphs. It's where I got the information of the Borja's genealogy and origens. The book is in Spanish and I don't speak Spanish, but it's similar enough to Portuguese that I was able to identify passages of interest and then send them to my uncle's girlfriend, who is a Spanish professor.

Cesare Borgia: his life and times, by Sarah Bradford

I used this one to get more details about Cesare's campaign in Romagna (which didn't end up being in the final post) and also to cross reference dates and events.

Pope Alexander VI and His Court Extracts from the Latin Diary of Johannes Burchardus, by Johann Burchard

This is the journal of Rodrigo Borgia's master of cerimonies, translated and edited by F. L. Glaser. It's where some allegations originate, specially the Banquet of Chestnuts.

The Borgia Family, by Raphael Carrasco

The Borgias: The Hidden History, by G. J. Meyer

Used to cross-reference and confirm information I found in other books.

Lucretia Borgia According to Original Documents and Correspondence of Her Day, by Ferdinand Gregorovius

Used in my Mirror Mirror post to fact check Lucrezia whereabouts. It's a collections of letter for her, from her or about her.

This book sucks. Meyer presents of evidence for his claims that Rodrigo wasn't the actual father of Cesare and Lucrezia, and also tries to convince the reader that Rodrigo was a good man and did nothing wrong. And while I do think there was a defamation campaign against the Borgias, I also think there's no way that everyone was in it and that everything was forged. However, it did provide some background on the Italian political scene of the time.

Shitty book. I might just do a whole post complaining about it. Also, you know what Meyer doesn't do? Cite sources! He just claims things and expects us to take it at face value. His one source is Peter de Roo, who all other author claim was extremally biased and had an agenda to make Pope Alexander V (a.k.a. Rodrigo Borgia) seem a decent guy.

Cesare and Lucrezia Borgia: Brother & Sister of History's Most Vilified Family, by S. Morris

Once again, used to check if the information I was getting was indeed what was most accepted by modern historians.

The Borgias: Power and Depravity in Renaissance Italy, by P. Strathern

This is the best of the bunch. It was the first book I picked up about the Borgias and what my first draft of the post was based upon. From there, I picked other books that Strathern used as a source and then what those books were citing. Absolutely amazing work in my opinion, but I couldn't find what actual scholars think of the book (Strathern is not a historian). I think it was very unbiased and cited it's sources and didn't leap into any conclusion. But if it turns out I'm wrong, I'll gladly revisit this series and re-write using more academic accredited works.

[ninja-muse]

So I like Kate Quinn. I love the way she writes unsung women in history—not just that she writes them, but that she takes the time to flesh out their historical context. Women (people) don't just wake up and suddenly find out that they're a spy or a code breaker or an opera singer, after all. They're shaped by their time and their culture and their upbringing, and they have to navigate their present, at its best and its worst. Quinn makes sure that's true for her novels.

I also love that Quinn has a way of pulling you gently along so that suddenly you look up and you've finished the entire book. Her prose is strong, her plots are great, and her characters are compelling, but they never feel fast. There's time taken to build things up and build them up, to give small details and day-to-day lives. It's immersive without being grim. And yet, like I said, I get addicted. The longest I think I've taken to read one of her books is three days. Usually it's two.

Which is why you should listen when I say this is one of her best.* The vibrancy of the characters is a notch up. The topics she's tackling are wider ranging and so the research feels deeper. Her ability to look at the 1950s, see how complicated they were, and encapsulate that in the boarding house setting was marvelous. The structure was a step up too. And the way she spun the characters off each other and developed their friendships? She's always been good at that but again….

The basic plot, for those who haven't had this on their TBR for six months, which is probably most of you: it's 1950 in Washington, D.C., and a new woman has moved into a depressing boardinghouse in a seedy neighbourhood. Over the next few years, she brings the residents together through a secret dinner club, and then somebody is killed. (They all have secrets; it could be anyone, and anyone might have done it.)

The other boarders shine light on facets of the era: the British army wife, the Hungarian refugee, the pro-McCarthy Texan, the athlete, the plus-sized secretary who grew up in a Hooverville, the cop's daughter who's turned her back on her family, the imaginative teen son of the landlady and his kid sister, the young widow. (Not to mention the side characters who all drift in and out of the women's lives.) They shouldn't have anything in common and they shouldn't like each other, and yet there is so much found family in this. So much wholesome comfort and people helping each other fix problems. So much arguing and so much unity.

(It surprises me not at all that this book was Quinn's reaction to the fear and anger that was 2020–2021.)

And I've waxed on enough. Quinn's hit a home run, to use one of Bea's sports metaphors, not only in terms of setting and character and plot, but also in general everything else. It balances the darker parts of the 1950s with their hopefulness for the future and the found family of the house. It talks about a lot of stuff that gets glossed over in the standard pop culture '50s, and while it doesn't dig as deep into some (marginalization) issues as it could, I understand why Quinn left the depth of those tales to people with lived experience.

If I say more, I'll be truly spoiling the experience of reading this, so please, if you're going to read a Kate Quinn book this summer, make it this one.

Out July 9.

*Of her 20th century novels; I haven't read her Romans and Borgias.

[luckhissoul]

ROLEPLAY HISTORY!

The rules are simple! Post characters you’d like to roleplay as, have roleplayed as, and might bring back. Then tag ten people to do the same (if you can’t think of ten, just write down however many you can and tag that number of people). Please repost, don’t reblog!

CURRENT MUSE(S): (canon muses)

mat cauthon ( the wheel of time )

quinn blackwood ( the vampire chronicles)

michael curry ( the mayfair witches )

adolin kholin ( stormlight archive )

jasnah kholin ( stormlight archive )

syl ( stormlight archive )

vin venture ( mistborn )

ivar the boneless ( vikings )

bellamy blake ( the 100 )

francis de valois ( reign )

cahir ( the witcher saga )

aviendha ( the wheel of time )

min farshaw ( the wheel of time )

paul atredies ( dune )

alia atredies ( dune )

carl grimes ( the walking dead )

aramis ( the three musketeers )

john silver ( black sails )

seth gecko ( from dusk til dawn : the series )

will graham ( hannibal )

rodrigo borgia ( the borgias )

lucrezia borgia ( the borgias )

michael grey ( peaky blinders )

marcel gerard ( the orignals )

anakin skywalker ( star wars )

louis xiv ( versailles )

moiraine damodred ( the wheel of time )

lan mandragoran ( the wheel of time )

and four ocs !

WANT TO WRITE: (maybe i will write them someday, maybe not)

like idk right now? probably none. i considered adding marius from the vampire chronicles but decided against it lol

HAVE WRITTEN:

peter petrelli ( heroes )

jaime lannister ( asoiaf )

theon greyjoy ( asoiaf )

sam "falcon" wilson ( mcu )

raven / mystique ( mcu )

elijah mikaelson ( the the originals )

caroline forbes ( the vampire diaries )

enzo st. john ( the vampire diaries )

elle bishop ( heroes )

arthur petrelli ( heroes )

genevieve ( the orginals )

aurora ( the originals )

matt parkman ( heroes )

kaz brekker ( six of crows )

the darkling ( shadow and bone )

fergus fraser ( outlander )

sarah manning ( orphan black )

james patrick march ( ahs )

tate langdon ( ahs )

jimmy darling ( ahs )

kit walker ( ahs )

ethan chandler ( penny dreadful )

lazlo kreizler ( the alienist )

marcus isaacson ( the alienist )

lucius vorenus ( rome )

dwight enys ( poldark )

nell crain ( the haunting of hill house )

charles xavier ( mcu )

elizabeth of york

gendry ( asoiaf )

dinah madani ( the punisher )

freya mikaelson ( the originals )

carolina villanueva ( high seas )

nicolas sala ( high seas )

WOULD WRITE AGAIN:

not sure who i would ? write again ? sometimes i'm like hey maybe but then i'm like nah i don't want to lol

Tagged by: @stcrforged tagging : @caracarnn - @xhideyourfires - @adversitybloomed - @wstfl - @honorhearted - @godresembled - @bas0rexias - @indigodreames and anyone else?

[hannahhook7744]

How did you pick the names for your Frollo kid OCs? Specifically in the Invisible Truth Universe, but if you wanna throw Eduardo in there too, I'd love to hear it.

Okay, so, starting with Eduardo...

Well, I named Eduardo Frollo after a friend I had in high school (with permission. He actually helped me build the character).

As for how I got his middle name, Michelangelo? Well, Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni was an Italian sculptor, painter, architect, and poet of the High Renaissance who is known for painting The Sistine Chapel ceiling (among other things).

It's a name I figured Frollo would begrudging 'allow' 'Edwin/Edmund/Edward' (as he insists on calling Eduardo) to keep as his middle name because of it's ties to their religion (Michelangelo also painted the painting 'The Creation of Adam'). But of course, because it's not a 'respectable catholic name' (to my knowledge) it would still make his eye twitch.

(You can tell I've had a lot of fun with this and put a lot of thought into it already, can't you?).

I also picked it because I thought it was a name that Eduardo's mother (who's character I based entirely off of this one shot @dragoneyes618 wrote for me a few years ago) would have liked. I picked his half brother, Luís Barbossa's, middle name 'Alejandro' for similar reasons (It has a meaning I like and it has ties to the religion too).

For Gigi Gothel (who is their parental half sibling), I choose the name Magnolia Marguerite (because they have the letters gi in both and also because Magnolia means 'flower' and Marguerite means 'pearl' which sounds like something Gothel would like). I made Gigi a nickname because while it is an actual name, I don't believe it's one Gothel would choice for her child (I mean look at her other kids name. Rapunzel and Cassandra. Sure, she didn't name Rapunzel as far as I'm aware, but she liked it enough to keep the name and assuming she choose Cassandra's name and not the father we never see of hers...Well, I'm just saying she likes fancy names. And before you come at me saying she named Ginny 'Ginny', that can be a nickname for Ginevra, Geneva, and others).

I kept Claudine's first name as Claudine because I can totally see Claude deciding to name his child after himself. But I also gave her the full name 'Claudine Esther-Mary Agnes Dymphna Frollo' because Esther and Mary are both names from Claude's culture that I can see him actually using. Her last two names were picked after two saints who's fates are too gruesome for me to include here.

Now, on to the ones I had the most fun naming!

Cesare Bartholomew Colmcille Frollo:

Cesare Borgia was an Italian cardinal and condottiero, an illegitimate son of Pope Alexander VI and member of the Spanish-Aragonese House of Borgia. 

I first learned of him through the horrible histories 'Addams Family-esq/parody' song 'The Borgia Family' and later learned more about him from the Puppet History video watcher released about him on Youtube. I watched both so often that I decided I wanted to give Claudine Frollo a sibling that existed in all canons of my universes and one that died horribly at that.

Which, Cesare Borgia did on March 12th, 1507 in a minor skirmish by attackers who didn't even know who he was.

Cesare Frollo was the first Frollo oc I created after Eduardo.

I choose to give him the middle name 'Bartholomew' after the martyr, Saint Bartholomew the Apostle, who was flayed alive after gaining the ire of the local king.

I gave him the second middle name 'Colmcille' after another saint, Saint Colmcille, whose remains were later disinterred and divided between Scotland and Ireland. It is also rumored that his bones are buried in Downpatrick, County Down, with St. Patrick and St. Brigid. Saint Colmcille was also exiled at one point.

I did this because not only did I think it would be ironic if Frollo named his kids after some figures in history from his religion who had horrible fates at some point/who were tied to his religion.

I carefully handpicked all of these names, as well as the next two siblings...

Cornel Thomas Howard Sebastian Frollo (formerly Gaskit):

I choose the name Cornel Gaskit because they had ties to Romani culture (based on what I could find, anyway. You never know with some sources on the internet, unfortunately) and well, I made Cornel's mother of Romani culture (which I am still trying to learn a lot about from reputable/reliable sources if anyone knows any) who's name I will be revealing in a later post.

I can no longer remember what Gaskit means but I chose it because I liked the meaning. I don't think the list I found it on still exists unfortunately and google is refusing to cooperate with me so I'll have to keep searching to find the meaning and if I do find the meaning, I'll let you guys know.

I choose the name Cornel because not only does it tie in to Romani culture from what I can find but it can also be lengthened to Cornel (which, of course, Frollo insists on doing because he's a bigoted asshole).

I chose the first middle name 'Thomas' after Saint Thomas the Martyr who was murdered in Canterbury Cathedral, by knights in the service of King Henry II of England. Because again, horrible death and fate.

I chose the second middle name 'Howard' after Saint Howard who lived during the reign of Queen Elizabeth I. He was charged with being a Roman Catholic, quitting England without leave, and sharing in Jesuit plots. For this, he was sent to the Tower of London in 1585. Howard spent ten years in the Tower, until his death from dysentery.

I chose the third middle name 'Sebastian' after Saint Sebastian, who was killed by the Roman emperor Diocletian for his Christian beliefs in 287 AD via arrows. So, another saint with a painful death.

Because again, I fully believe that Frollo would be the type to name his kids after saints/religious figures regardless of factors that would make others forgo those names.

Now, on to my absolute favorite Frollo kid oc and the last I made!

Cyriacus Ignatius Vladimir Frollo:

Cyriacus, the son of Cassandra the Seer and Claude Frollo, was named after Saint Cyriacus whose limbs were torn from their sockets before he was clubbed and beheaded.

I chose the first middle name 'Ignatius' after Saint Ignatius, who died of some kind of illness (sometimes stated to have originated from a wound of some kind).

Finally, I chose his second middle name 'Vladimir' after Saint  Vladimir the Great, the first Christian ruler of Kievan Rus,  who died of natural causes but whose body was dismembered and distributed to his sacred foundations to be venerated as relics.

Thanks for asking!

[divinitics]

— announcing her grace, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐚 of house targaryen. the unfortunate daughter.

BASICS

birth name: daenaera targaryen nickname: daena title: princess of westeros monikers: starmaiden (in fear), little rhaena (scornfully) age: twenty and nine gender & pronouns: cis woman & she + her orientation: heterosexual status: unwed & betrothed to lord willas rowan of goldengrove spoken language(s): common, high valyrian accent: clear and soft, deceptively sweet and natural. a very typically posh westerosi accent. basically what ever the rp / bbc pronunciation version of westeros is.

APPEARANCE

faceclaim: elle fanning ethnicity: valyrian height: 175 cm build: willowy, lithe hair: old valyrian blonde - silver eyes: bright lilac distinguishing features: rounded, cherubic features that greatly mismatched its sharp movements, as well as high, perpetually pink cheeks scent: fresh, sharp citrus and eucalyptus. light, and not heady in deep florals. her hair specifically smells of lavender.

MIND / PERSONALITY

spoken language(s): common, high valyrian intelligence: thoroughly bright, through sheer will alone. she took to her political & historical studies with almost frantic spite. moral alignment: lawful evil mbti: entj — the commander temperament: choleric heavenly virtue: diligence deadly sin: pride, greed, envy godly parents: nike & phoebe character inspirations: rhaenys targaryen ( fire & blood / hotd tv series ), lucrezia borgia ( history ), livia drusilla ( domina ), empress catherine ( the great ), antigone ( antigone ).

DRIVES

religion: faith of the seven — although her lack of belief is clearly visible as a clear gossamer veil alliance: the targaryens personal goals: to keep the targaryen rule strong and powerful, to safeguard the stability and rule of their family family vs power: to her, both are intrinsically linked. she is currently incapable of separating them.

FAMILY

mother: queen rhaena targaryen — it's complicated / antagonistic father: king consort leyton hightower — strained, he believes her ambition is dangerous brother: rhaeys, prince of dragonstone — mostly positive, she believes in him above all else as the continuation of their family's rule. although she did not appreciate his besmirching of their family's name, it is impossible for her to truly hate him. good sister: catraena, princess of dragonstone — simply put, she dislikes the mess she brought to the family, it had put them into a position of reproach. however, they are now family, and daenaera will not allow anything to touch her family. brother: aerys, prince of summerhall — tba brother: daeron, prince-commander of the faith militants — tba brother: prince calyx targaryen — the closest to her, the most similar to her, they share in schemes and whispering in shadows. she feels oddly protective of him, even if he is a man grown. he will always be her little brother. sister: princess viserra targaryen — she dotes on her more than she'd care to admit. everything that the elder dragon experienced was something she wanted not to touch little viserra. her sister is a true targaryen, and would have never done anything wrong <3

DRAGON

name: celaellis nickname: the swift silver age: young adult colour: silver-grey scales with white accents physical traits: medium-sized, slender, sharp-winged with talons personality: reckless like daenaera, extremely excited to go out and fly — she's been cooped up for over 30 years after all !

AESTHETICS

a beautiful face, so much like her mother; the curse of a golden tongue and a swift gaze that could see through all — hated for sins she had no part performing, feared for the valyrian looks that had once brought down great houses and mighty fortresses; the curse of being a woman, a daughter, the fear of the second coming of a crimson rain that remain on the forefront of the memories of most; why couldn’t she be a son? why couldn’t she more resemble her father? mistakes upon mistakes made before her birth but placed at her feet; but dragonsblood remained roaringly strong — a fearsome reminder in sharp lilac eyes — she will not whimper and fade for the sins of a mother.

BIOGRAPHY

the realm seemed to have stood still when queen rhaena birthed her first daughter. it was too soon after the devastation, far too soon after all the death for a little targaryen girl. the septons grumbled and sighed as little daenaera grew up beautiful, a spitting image of her mother's visage; the very image of a targaryen princess with her long silvery hair and daring lilac gaze. it was unfortunate, perhaps, that although the dragon egg in her crib never hatched — one single trip to the dragonpit had the little thirteen year old princess irrevocably bonded with grey-scaled young dragon that was hatched in the crib of another dragon princess, the cousin she would never know: princess visenya of dragonstone. the true heir of the true heir, queen rhaena's eldest brother's eldest child — daenaera tried not to look quite so smug. she called the beautiful thing celaellis, and took to the skies under the tutelage of her uncle: lord lucerys targaryen of castamere, for the queen had scarcely ridden her own steed, much less desired to allow her children to do so. but daenaera took to the skies with fearless recklessness, even as the queen thundered and seethed at her impudence, there was very little that could stop the dragon princess from doing as she will. so very like her many ancestors. queen rhaena had attempted to force piety on her daughter from a young age — shutting her away with the maesters and septas until she felt like screaming. little daenaera felt frustration growing within her like an old friend, and channelled it all to words — asking her maesters probing questions that they could not answer, and demanding explanation for things deemed far too crass for a princess to know. they gave up, eventually, and daenaera had sat in on her brothers' lessons for as long as she was able. of course, her brother aemond had not approved — he was far too much their mother's son to encourage her so-called 'rebellion'. daenaera grew up wilful and headstrong, far too cunning for her own good — quite possibly the absolute opposite of what queen rhaena wanted for a daughter. she knows power, yearns for it, and thoroughly despised her mother for ruining the targaryen influence by holding on to useless caution. her fingers continue to reach further and further out for something more and more, dragonsblood coursed through her veins; she knows the targaryen name will be saved and remain stronger still with her at the helm.

CONNECTIONS HIGHLIGHTS

lady regent arianne regent nee royce ( @tideburn ) : her closest confidant, the older sister she never had. they share the same intellectual pursuits, and understood each other in a way daenaera thought she would never be understood. however, the shadow of arianne's late husband loomed large in their midst, they do not dare voice their true opinions lest their sisterhood would not be able to stand the heavy burden. lord willas rowan of goldengrove ( @romanceur ) : her betrothed, chosen by her mother and was treated as a 'reward' for the former hand's loyalty and friendship with the queen. she never thought much of him before, mainly since willas was mainly stationed in goldengrove, however, she found herself being impressed by his resilience and his gall. only time could tell if this tenuous alliance would stand the burdens of ambition. lord sinan martell of sunspear ( @hamartialed ) : ????, it started as a mission of diplomacy ( moreso her own mission in trying to find the true temperature of rivalry between the dornish siblings ), that ended in something nebulous. they fell into bed one night pretending that it was for the sake of unearthing information, and it continued longer than either of them would like. an impossible situation.

[ducavalentinos]

I know I'm being repetitive but seriously when will Borgia scholars stop so casually saying Cesare envied Juan, or that he hated him? when there is no historical evidence pointing to that?

[borgialucrezia]

obviously, i love when tv shows resort to adapting defamatory rumors about the borgias, in fact it makes stuff spicier for good television! but i have that pet peeve and it is the false narrative with zero factual basis that i keep encountering while reading biographies about the house of borgia that the scholars really need to fuck off with them, and it's the whole irritating narrative that juan is the pope's favorite son, and cesare is consumed by jealousy towards him. which is total bullshit when cesare in fact received so much affection and appreciation from the pope as much as juan received (if not more than juan) cesare was the one who has always been consistently by their father's side and enjoyed immense popularity in rome, even among the artists who hailed him as the most handsome man in italy, and machiavelli was all over him. basically cesare was the renaissance's main prince. so there's nothing that indicates that cesare is jealous of juan over literally anything, and it's just the biographers being overly dramatic about him by giving him the "from zero to hero" trope (read maria bellonci's 'the life and times of lucrezia borgia' because she dives deep into this topic)

and no, cesare didn't hate juan. it's quite the opposite! his letters to his younger brother are full of tenderness, guidance, and fraternal love. it's another borgia famous rumor that needs to die down in biographies.

let's take sarah bradford (the author of 'lucrezia borgia: life, love, and death in renaissance Italy' and cesare borgia: his life and times) for example, and how she deliberately cut the part where cesare signs his letter to juan with "dal vostro fratello che vi ama com se stesso." translated as "from your brother who loves you as himself" because of her unnecessary haterism towards juan since she likes hyping cesare at his expense.

she also manipulated a document about the ambassador who visited cesare. here's a snippet from her book:

the actual translation from the document (praising both brothers) :

at this point, i'm convinced that if sarah bradford (and authors like her) didn't burst blood vessels for one minute by projecting her one-sided beef towards juan onto cesare with her unfair, incorrect statements of him she might start getting chills and have a stroke

that's it for now! i'm planning to make a masterpost about stuff like that because there are a lot of infamous rumors that some biographers tend to resort to, which is truly exhausting lol

[caracarnn]

ROLEPLAY HISTORY!

The rules are simple! Post characters you’d like to roleplay as, have roleplayed as, and might bring back. Then tag ten people to do the same (if you can’t think of ten, just write down however many you can and tag that number of people). Please repost, don’t reblog!

CURRENT MUSE(S): (canon muses)

Rand al'Thor (the wheel of time)

Elayne Trakand (the wheel of time)

Andraste (dragon age)

Asmodean (the wheel of time)

Ciri (the witcher)

Daenerys Targaryen (asoiaf)

Dalinar Kholin (the stormlight archive)

Deirdre Mayfair (anne rice)

Elend Venture (mistborn)

Galad Damodred (the wheel of time)

George Villiers (mary & george)

Geralt of Rivia (the witcher)

Jon Snow (asoiaf)

Julien Mayfair (anne rice)

Kaladin Stormblessed (the stormlight archive)

Kelsier (mistborn)

Mona Mayfair (anne rice)

Padme Amidala (star wars)

Perrin Aybara (the wheel of time) Renarin Kholin (the stormlight archive)

Robb Stark (asoiaf)

Rowan Mayfair (anne rice)

Shallan Davar (the stormlight archive)

Spook (mistborn)

Stella Mayfair (anne rice)

Tyrion Lannister (asoiaf)

Empress Tuon (the wheel of time)

Yennefer of Vengerberg (the witcher)

Anne of Austria (the musketeers)

Arno Dorian (assassin's creed)

Cesare Borgia (the borgias)

Daryl Dixon (the walking dead)

David 8 (alien)

Eleanor Guthrie (black sails)

Ellie (the last of us game)

Sir Gawain (the green knight)

Hannibal Lecter (hannibal)

James Flint (black sails)

Jamie Fraser (outlander)

Jesper Fahey (six of crows)

Katrina van Tassel (sleepy hollow)

Klaus Mikaelson (tvd)

Louis Pointe du Lac (anne rice)

Lucien Grimaud (the musketeers)

Magneto (xmen)

Obi Wan Kenobi (star wars)

Philippe d'Orleans (versailles)

Ragnar Lothbrok (vikings)

Rebekah Mikaelson (tvd)

Richie Gecko (from dusk till dawn)

Rick Grimes (the walking dead)

Sam Bridges (death stranding)

Ubbe Ragnarsson (vikings)

Victor Frankenstein (penny dreadful/novel)

WANT TO WRITE:

idk? lol I mean I always happen on someone new everyday so --- there are tons. I was looking for someone from the Dune novels but idk. Lestat? DONT KNOW

HAVE WRITTEN: (these I only write for strict people still but usually nope)

Steve Rogers (mcu)

Athos (the musketeers)

Porthos (the musketeers)

Loki (mcu)

Natasha Romanoff (mcu)

Doctor Strange (mcu)

Lanfear (the wheel of time)

Dr. Thresden (ahs)

every sarah paulson ahs character ever lol

mark (orphan black)

John Constantine (dc)

Oliver Queen (arrow)

Sylar (heroes)

Claire Bennett (heroes)

Sara Howard (the alienist)

Lucius Isaacson (the alienist)

Freydis (vikings)

Katia (vikings)

Aslaug (vikings)

Thor (mcu)

Edward Kenway (assassin's creed)

a bunch of other assassin's creed characters lol

Alina Starkov (shadow and bone)

Genya Safin (shadow and bone)

Luke Crain (Haunting of Hill House)

Eva Villanueva  (high seas)

Lola ( reign)

Bash (reign)

Henry & Catherine (reign)

Michael Curry (anne rice)

Every Mayfair character ever lol (anne rice)

Santanico (from dusk till dawn)

Clarke Griffin (the 100)

Quicksilver (mcu)

Jensen (the losers)

Aragorn (lotr)

tagged by: @luckhissoul & @stcrforged tagging: @ofprevioustimes @adversitybloomed @malumxsubest @uncxntrxllable @forwardlion @depictedblue @qanedanegros @theasteria @revelour

[teecupangel]

I have this idea where throughout history, Templars are attempting to control everything and these assassin upstarts are stopping them and fighting and parkouring and being really badass and pretty and free and wild and clearly they need a strong hand - aka the templars always end up perving over the assassins and try to capture them rather then kill them. In Desmond's time the assassins are much better off because they know if they get captured by Templars they may be creeped on (or more) but they won't be killed so they can escape. Robert perving on Altair, the Borgias and Pazzi perving on Ezio, Charles Lee perving on Connor, and Vidic Cross and Otso Berg percing on Desmond. Just Templars ->Assassins, constantly.

I hope you understand the kind of badtouch you just unleashed upon this tumblr blog, nonny. Like, I’ll elaborate on your idea, don’t worry, but before we get to it:

WARNING: there’s gonna be noncon, dubcon, and blatant misuse of power and authority in this post. We’re making the Templars a Badtouch cult and this is the only warning you’re gonna get.

To be sure, I’ll even add the ‘read more’ line after this so you guys have one last line of ‘defense’ in case you don’t want to read this kind of thing.

Okay? Still here?

Let’s fuck AC lore by making the Templars BadTouch Central!

(we’re gonna skip the Order of the Ancient/Cult of Kosmos because… uuuhh… just… imagine what would happen to Deimos and Khemu in this scenario if we were to talk about them.)

So… let’s start with Robert. I know you’re thinking of Robert perving on Altaïr but, may I suggest… instead of dying, Kadar was captured instead? And that’s when Robert decided he would be the one to ‘indoctrinate’ the young novice. On one hand, Kadar’s alive. On the other… uuuhhh… as far as the Levantine Brotherhood knows, he’s dead and the one in charge of his ‘indoctrination’ is Robert soooo… yyeaaahhh. (We’re not counting Al Mualim, okay? Al Mualim joined the BadTouch cult late so no. Just no.) Of course, there would still be some bad touching between Altaïr and Robert when they first meet and… I honestly don’t know how we’ll add Maria to this. Like… are we going to make her complicit in the badtouching? Do we make her not know about it just like she didn’t know about the true end goal of the Templars? Either way, Maria’s gonna be the reason why Kadar escapes.

Now, for Ezio… uhhhh… do you remember how he went to Uberto to give him the evidence of his family’s innocence? Like… Uberto’s a Templar and, at that point, Ezio doesn’t know anything about the Assassins and Templars. Not only that, Rodrigo Borgia was in that scene was well… All I’m saying is that… weeeelllllll… it would be very easy for Uberto, a well-known friend of Ezio’s father, to be able to persuade Ezio to come inside and well… yeeaaahhh. To be fair, if the whole deal of the Templars are to be creepy pervs, they won’t execute the Auditores. They would capture them, keep them locked in a place where they can be ‘indoctrinated’. Oooohhh boooyy. Let’s skip a bit forward. This would mean that Ezio would have a more complicated relationship with the Borgias, especially with Cesare and Lucrezia. Like… yeahhhh… dubcon threesome is on the table, that’s for sure.

Charles Lee wanting to perve on Ratonhnhaké:ton would give us a reason for Haytham to be the one to interact with Ratonhnhaké:ton the most. Haytham knew about Charles Lee’s desires and he’s like “yeeaahh, no” and tries to educate Ratonhnhaké:ton the normal way. When that didn’t work, Haytham chose to die instead of giving his permission/blessing for Charles Lee to ‘indoctrinate’ his son.

Speaking of Haytham Kenway… We hate Birch in this house but, you know… he was very successful in ‘indoctrinating’ Haytham, that’s for sure. And the lessons he learned from Birch that Haytham applied to Shay’s ‘indoctrination’. I don’t think Shay would have tried to indoctrinate any of his old allies (although perhaps he did try with Liam and Hope but he’s very new at this) and the Templars (Haytham) decided to focus on indoctrinating Shay instead of trying to indoctrinate all of them. And they succeeded, that’s for damn sure.

Edward… well… he got more than gold when he joined the Templars, that’s for sure. Like, the whole sequence with the Templars? Yeah, just add some kinky master-servant play in that entire scene and you’re good to go. (To be fair, Edward seems like the type to go “yeah, sure, why not?”)

Arno… Oooohhh bbooyy. So, we can go for the whole the de la Serre didn’t ‘indoctrinate’ him at all but considering he’s been their ward since his father died, there will definitely be hints of it. His entire relationship with Élise would definitely be muddied by this entire thing. Like, even if they did fall in love out of their own free will and the de la Serre didn’t do anything dubious to him, no one’s gonna believe that. The Brotherhood would believe Arno’s been ‘indoctrinated’. Also… yeah, Germain will definitely be badtouching Arno too.

And then there was the Frye twins. So, in this case, Jacob definitely got badtouched by Pearl Attaway. Roth is a question though as he’s not technically a Templar? So… their relationship stays just as complicated as the one in canon. Evie though. Oh boy. Evie gets the attention of both Lucy Thorne and Starrick. The whole fight scene in the tower? Yeah, definitely more touchy. The scene where Evie danced with Starrick? … they did more than dance, let’s keep it at that.

And then there’s Desmond Miles. Sooooo… Vidic could definitely lean in to the whole ‘you need someone to guide you, Mister Miles.’ badtouch vibe while Lucy remains her canon self. Although, since we are talking about Lucy… yeaaahh, she’s definitely been ‘indoctrinated’. Cross and Desmond though would have a more punch-and-kick routine that usually has some creepy pervy touches from Cross. Desmond, at this point, know about the Templars’ shtick so he just goes along with it until he finds the proper time to kick their asses and run. It does mean he pretty much knows the Templars kinks.

[dapurinthos]

I am picking up that galaxy far, far away and shaking it like a snow globe until the linguistics make sense, which is a futile effort and will only end with me curled in a ball, gibbering and muttering that the concept of Galactic Basic is a plague on the gffa that stifles linguistic expression in the Core, has been stagnant for who knows how many millennia, and suppresses other languages because I am that kind of linguistics nerd (the one who gets into fights with Indo-Europeanists over the classifications of Etruscan and Minoan).

Translation convention, it is. Everything we hear is changed to English for us, but it isn't, actually. What is presented as words from Ancient Greek, like tyrant and despot, are actually Tionnese, but if they were mapped onto Indo-European languages, Basic is to Tionnese as English is to Ancient Greek.

Time to map the gffa (very roughly) onto different language families. No, the Sith language is not some half-assed attempt at making the letters on Vader's suit mean something. It's the equivalent of Sumerian now. The Stygian Caldera is hella isolated. Mando'a, by its initial conception is a Germanic language, which got back-turned into 'Notron Cant' for 200 000bby because no one who actually knew anything about history before the 'modern era' did any worldbuilding for Star Wars. I know this, because of the languages.

The D'Asta Sector gets to be the Oscan/Sabellic branch because it's Italic but not quite there, and because someone who wanted me to have some joy in this morass decided to name one of the Great Houses of Serenno after the Borgias.