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@kiisuuumii (where's april 1st?) [after (my heart is a house, and i'm trying to give you a tour)]
#poetblr#poets community#poem#poetry#original poem#realized how ambiguous the way i ended 'my heart...' and got bothered by it enough#how fun it is to be a poet while also having a fear of being misunderstood#;v;#kiisuuumii#☆
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it's because the bear wouldn't kill me just for being a woman. the bear doesn't kill me for fun. the bear can be shouted at, and will leave me alone. the bear won't make a tiktok complaining about how i crossed to the other side of the path when i saw him coming. if a bear kills me, it's just being a bear: it cannot understand logic. it is not acting out of malice - just fear or hunger.
bell hooks once wrote about how porches might be the only outside space left for women - it is still the domain of the house while it is also outside-but-safe. when i am in the woods, i am in the bear's home, and he has a right to defend his property. outside spaces - anywhere at night, certain parks in the day - those are often implicitly "owned" by men. i cannot explain the feeling of knowing when you have entered a man's "territory." you walk into a place and just know you are in their space. you get a sick sense - you're in danger.
the other day a group of about 8 men were fooling around in the woods while i walked my dog. i had to go around, take the extra 3 miles just to avoid them. it's okay, i like walking. this wasn't even a #feminism moment. it was just a tuesday.
what a plain and easy question. only one of the situations is seen as a tragic accident. i would rather die and have a park bench erected in my honor rather than have my family questioned about why they let me, an adult, walk in the woods in the first place when i should really be at home in the kitchen.
i worked in retail and food service. i have had women say and do absolutely heinous and abusive things to me - not because i was a woman, but because i was there, and they were angry. the way men treated me when angry was different - it was because i was a woman. you can always feel the difference, how there's an undertone of i'd hurt you worse if i could get away with it. i keep seeing people try to cite stupid statistics. why is there always a strange rage whenever women agree on things? like men can argue their way out of our lived experiences? it isn't a buzzfeed quiz - which of these traumas are you? 10 super cute ways not to fear strange men.
i have actually (thrice!) seen a bear in the wild, by the way. i died each time, obviously, and am a ghost writing to you. (it was scary but completely and utterly fine). the second encounter was a black bear with her cub. she looked at me like - do we have to do this or are we good? my dog was busy sniffing a bush, completely nonreactive. i felt like i was in a sitcom: feminist poet reacts - does she actually mean she'd choose the bear? my only thought was - she's so beautiful. her paws are massive.
and there's a part of me that feels the rage spinning out in a corner. why do we have to come up with quippy little comments in order to teach men empathy. would you rather die in a car accident or due to a mugging? and would you rather your house burn down due to an electrical fire or due to arson? gee willikers - it's almost like we're human people, and want to risk the accident versus the intention.
i would rather my last thought be oh shit, a bear rather than i'm a person too. why doesn't that matter? why don't you care?
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Okay so a risky question, let's say after a night of fun with a tall male monkey reader, would the monkey kings (and D.O) be able to walk at all?
At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet🥵💋-Plato
(Lmk Wukong) Nooo he has to get his ass up, especially when he has to train Mk and it was very bad timing. Though he knows how to hide it at least, he would just sit on his nimbus cloud the whole time. Or he might have just lean on something, and act Casual about his aching body as he would give a small glare at you😅.
(HIB Wukong) Oh no he can't under any circumstances let his children, know about his condition especially after the night he had. He would forcibly pick his ass up and Lie to Luier and Silly girl that he's just a little winded or just adult issues. He would actively glare at you if you laugh a bit, but considering it was him who begged for more, It's kinda on him too😓.
(NR Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhhh, he would need to smoke a pack of cigarettes when you were done with him. He was giggling and blushing and vibrating a bit after that night. He was 100% satisfied. Though don't be surprised when he asked for another round, despite the non-existence feeling in his legs🤤.
(MKR Wukong) Maaaannnn he is extremely pissed at you, especially when he has no feelings in his legs now. He also has to forcibly pick his own ass up because of his job to protect the monk, he has to Impervise alot more. He would growl and glare because deep down has he has no regrets from that hot night, and it makes him angry and embarrassed🫣.
(Netflix Wukong) He would look at you with slight fear in his eyes, especially when you acted like a complete beast. Though Wukong wouldn't mind doing it again because every time you touch him he would see hearts, stars, and a brand new heaven. Wukong would be to in love to make you stop, and the aftercare cuddles aren't so bad either👉👈
(BMW Wukong) He's wwwwwaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyy to prideful and egotistical to ever admit that you had truly made him pass out in bed. Like seriously you had blew his back out last night, and made him scream with addiction and pleasure. Wukong wouldn't look you in the eye for a while, but he wouldn't mind doing it again.
(Destined one) Of all the things that would take him alot of energy and Stamina, it was being in bed with you and shaking his very world so hard he'll see brand new plane of heaven and totally pass out. The Destined one would have a deep blush on his face when he would cuddle you close, and gets smothered in kisses by you. He can definitely say goodbye to the function of his legs, for the next couple of weeks🦵🚫.
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#monkey king netflix#monkey king reborn#monkey king x reader#nezha reborn#lmk monkey king#monkey king hero is back#black myth wukong#the destined one x reader#top male reader#male y/n#seme male reader
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Transformers One: Decepticons and Autobots
Yesterday I went to see TFOne and while it was overall a fun experience I think it would be also fun to decompose the way this movie portrays soon-to-be 'cons and 'bots.
Beware of the spoilers!
So the society and worldbuilding of Transformers One is clearly inspired by both Alligned continuity (Transformers Prime and such) and IDW2005 G1 continuity (MTMTE, RiD and such) tales about how the world looked like before the war. Of course it was only a inspiration, the liberties has been taken but some specific changes seem... well, as if they feared their source matherial to me.
Making the society divided to classes, the existence of miners is a clear inspiration from the continuities I mentioned. BUT. Making the miners exclusively (from what i observed and checked on tf wiki), besides D-16, future autobots, when in the inspirations the decepticons basically rised up from the mines is something else.
It might be G1 cartoon inspiration, where we learn in one episode that Quintessons constructed autobots as working class (TFOne: miners) and decepticons as warrior class (TFOne: High Guard). But here, melted with IDW and Alligned inspirations it feels as if the creators wanted to kinda make autobots less morally grey that their inspirations intended. The fact that the only "bully" from higher class than miners we ever see being actually piece of shit with a name is Darkwing, who we know as a decepticon also is pretty telling.
Overall I feel like the creators of this movie really wanted to take inspirations from IDW and Alligned continuity but also felt stangely uncomfortable with the implications of those continuities. Of decepticons having a point, of autobots being morally complicated, to put it lightly. It's understandable as it's a mainstream, singular movie that can't be too complicated, but still it feels kinda disappointing to me.
Giving Orion Pax the role we saw Megatron in in inspirations (a poet and an activist in IDW, a politican and a gladiator in Alligned), in the scene where he gives the speech to the miners really hammers it down. We can literally imagine Megatron doing that in universes that gave inspirations to this movie!
If someone knows more about how the creative process around this part of the movie worked I'd be glad to know!
#also feel free to add your thoughts discussion about that would be so interesting#seeing prowl in the crowd of miners was like a fever dream#megatron got kinda massacred here ok#i have a lot of thoughts about this movie but let's just go with that#transformers one#tf one#tf one spoilers#spoilers#tf one 2024#transformers#transformers theory#maccadam#Optimus Prime#Orion Pax#Megatron#d 16#prowl#this movie was a rollercoaster in some way
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Transition (Part 3) The boy that never was
It is no secret cast to the bottom of the sea that a lot of trans people feel like they always were what they are now. Women saying that they were always women, men saying they were always men, etc.
Well, I do follow that pattern a bit, in a less orthodox way, cause I firmly believe that before I realized I was trans I was agender, just like I am now.
My gender is deeply intertwined with my disability, as my disability has shaped my life into something few people can recognize.
Developing an eating disorder at age 3 did not just mean constant sickness (36 hospitalizations as of today), it also meant social isolation. After all a kid will feel bad and ashamed for having to explain other kids and their parents why they are not eating.
I also developed very slowly, took me long to stop using my pacifyer, to learn how to write which I still struggle with today, the other kids changed faster and left me behind.
My mother works and has always worked 12+ hours a day and my father... better to not talk about him. So from age 4 I was left alone, I was a good kid, never caused trouble, they had no problem leaving me alone at home for most of the day while they were away.
My whole life was tv and videogames, some books and toys and my dog Chuki. I developed a mortifying fear of being outside, I did not want people to see me, to judge me, I was very vigilant. So I isolated at home for more than a decade.
A kid who has no social contact for the most part, and who just cares about videogames and tv shows and their own imagination, why would I have needed gender? "I cannot die because then I would miss the next pokemon game" is a phrase that summarizes it pretty well, I was just existing.
But it was painfully obvious, leaving the discussion just at "I didn't care" would be disingenuous. The truth is I was not allowed to be a boy.
Frail, weak, slow, gentle. I soon found myself not playing with the other boys. I tried, I tried playing football with them, I tried playing basketball with them, I tried. But I wasn't good enough, I wasn't strong, I didn't have their intensity I just wanted to have fun, and so I always ended up forcefully expelled, insulted, and physically attacked.
It was not just kids, adults too did treat me like that.
In the first years of high-school I was alone, my most dreaded time was the two breaks we had every day, where I just stood on a corner and ate my lunch. People laughed at me for it, I wished to not have to go through it again, but it was there every day.
Girls no longer took pity of me, they joined the mocking, except they did it more loudly and publically than the boys. So depression, dissociation, they took a hold of me, marginalization, isolation, and health issues such as anemia joined in too, and all of them together kept me genderless until I became trans.
As a child and as a teenager I just kept failing everyone's expectations, they still called me and treated me like a boy but just because in their mind there was no alternative, it was clear that I was something else in their eyes. A frail and inteligent child, like the classical image of a poet or an intelectual, that is what they held onto.
But my cousins, my sisters, my uncles and aunts, even my parents kept reminding me of how useless I was, how weak I was. "Oh you're scared of this? Are you not a man?" "You don't even know how to fix this? What a man" "You don't work, you're so lazy, pf, the men of this family are all useless".
Not hard to see why I despise radfems, after all this is the treatment they would give to a child, and let me tell you, it hurts for an entire life.
I was able to stop thinking about this, about boyhood and manhood, as soon as I became aware of being trans. After all now I had an excuse to discard them, an excuse to fail at them (I had not yet realized my life was that of a disabled person, in my mind I was just weird).
That trans woman that called me masculine, I think about it sometimes. I mean new clothes are expensive and I wasn't feeling ok, it wasn't on purpose. But some months later I found myself thinking more and more of my image and expression, something I never even dared to think about before.
As a boy everyone was fine with me wearing whatever. Now I felt the preassure but also the want to dress better, coherently, with thought. And what I found was masculinity, my ideal image, I wanted to be more butch.
That actually made me feel good, I felt complete, there was a masculinity that didn't make me feel bad.
Then watching women both cis and trans having beards on purpose made me feel even better, because that was a new form of femininity that felt really honest, really beautiful, took a bit to get used to it but I loved it, even though having a beard is painful to me due to my frail skin and I should permanently remove it for my own sake. But still, I owe people like dabwax or that one mathematics girl whose name always escapes me a lot in this journey, a lot in my worldview.
And I thought that was it, I thought that was the end of my history with masculinity, but then all this gender fuckery happened and I realized one thing.
'If I become girl enough, if I become comfortable enough with my girlhood, I may be able to be a boy".
And I talked about it with a good friend of mine and she felt similarily and I felt validated by that. So I added boy to my genders even though it was more like a future gender.
But then I thought: "But I don't actually like boyhood or manhood, I don't like their meaning and form for me". Well, I did still enjoy my masculinity but there is no denying some of these traits I just didn't like, they made me feel bad, I wanted them removed.
So then what did boy mean? If it had nothing to do with that, was it just me being quirky? was it just me being bored or just wanting new things for stimulation?
Then it dawned on me. Boy had nothing to do with boyhood, with manhood or with masculinity. Boy is reclaiming what they always kept from me, what they took from me.
Boy is me, vulnerable, scarred, traumatized, letting myself weep, letting myself be weak, letting myself be a hurt child once more, in the arms of someone I can finally trust. Boy is something I feel, rather than something I express.
It is human connection, it is platonic, romantical, even sexual at times. It is just me feeling the pain of the past in a hypothetical future in which everything is ok, and I am safe, and I am allowed to hurt in front of mutual love of some kind. Unraveling myself and all that I am and was to the eyes of someone whose heart is with me.
That is what boy meant for me, what it means for me now, the reason I declare myself bigender, the reason I declare myself agender, the reason I maintain that I have never been a boy, that my agab means nothing and I don't want it mentioned, that I am a trans girl but also a trans boy.
This is my genders.
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The King and His Jester
Royalty AU part 1 / part 2
Story summary undercut
Kai The Jester -
- Kai is a runaway refugee finding solace in Adams kingdom. The kingdom he ran away from is similar to a third world country. The King and Queen don’t care for their subjects, all they care for is gaining power and winning wars.
- Kai’s King and Queen don’t take kindly to their citizens running away. They make deals with neighboring kingdoms to capture and return their refugees, in return for peace (not waging war) and trade.
- It is quite common for refugees to simply lie about where they come from, which is what Kai does.
- While in Adams kingdom, one of his favorite pass times is singing and playing the lute at pubs and on the streets, telling stories to whoever would listen. He is discovered this way and brought to the King as a potential Jester. (An idea recommended by either Reeve or Mira in Adams royal court, stating he should be able to have a laugh once and a while.)
- Kai immediately takes the position, enjoying his ability to entertain. (And perhaps receiving more protection against his previous kingdom in the confines of the palace walls.)
Adam The King -
- Adam took the title of King at an early age, shouldering a huge responsibility and forced to mature quickly.
- He was crowned King when both of his parents died leading their soldiers into battle. From then on, he swore to never fight in any war, making a deal with the King and Queen of his neighboring kingdom to return their refugees for peace.
- At first, he denies Mira and Reeve’s advice on the matter of a Jester. There are much more pressing matters to attend to, like leading a monarchy. He cannot waste his time entertaining frivolous concepts.
- Without his knowledge, a Jester is found. Adam is ready to deny the proposition, that is, until the Jester interrupts and is able to force a shocked laugh out of him.
- He is still a bit hesitant over the idea but agrees, adding the Jester to his royal court, as well as giving him a chamber in the palace in return for his entertainment.
- Adam realizes, that even though they’re both tense at first, they grow fond of each other over time. Adam finds it refreshing to have someone who can banter and state their opinions without fear of being reprimanded.
- At some point, Kai is practically an advisor to Adam. Adam asks what his Jester thinks of issues presented to him, and Kai will usually follow it up with advice hidden beneath a jest.
- Kai tries to use his position as a way to persuade Adam to stop sending refugees back to the other kingdom. But this issue seems to be the only one Adam won’t budge on, frustrating Kai immensely.
Jester Fun Facts! -
- “Only as the lowliest member of the court, can the jester be the monarch’s most useful adviser.”
- Something I love, is how the Jester had a special privilege. They had the ability to mock and joke freely without punishment. Jesters actually had symbols to represent this privilege, their hat representing a crown and their (marotte) mirroring a royal scepter.
- Thanks to this privilege, the Jester would be the one to give bad news to the King, news that no one else dared to give.
- In literature, the Jester is symbolic of common sense and honesty. In King Lear, the court Jester character is used for insight and advice on the monarch. A regular man would be detained for these ‘accusations.’
- Jesters were occasionally used as psychological warfare! Jesters would ride in front of their troops and provoke or mock the enemy. Imagine riding into battle the the first thing you hear is a Jester roasting you to your grave. They were also there to raise their armies spirits, singing songs and reciting stories.
- Jesters could be anybody. A university drop out, a denounced monk, the apprentice of a blacksmith, a poet, a musician, a scholar. They were often recruited by noblemen, and most were picked with dwarfism or ugly features.
#The Hollow Royalty AU#oops#my hand slipped#dont you love when your art style just jerks in a whole nother direction#Redraw of a year old drawing but I hate it so im not linking it#pls click for better quality#the hollow#the hollow netflix#the hollow cartoon#the hollow kai#th kai#the hollow adam#th adam#Kaidam#if you couldnt tell#the hollow season 2#the hollow kaidam#the hollow reeve#the hollow mira#the hollow fanart
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Amateur sewing - The Goddamn Pirate Poet Shirt
So. I made a thing.
A vaguely late-18th / early-19th century-style shirt. And I'm saying vaguely because, while this has about the right look, I took a few liberties in construction.
First of all: I wanted ruffles. None of the tutorials I used added ruffles because, frankly, that's a whole lot of hemming work for not that much length of fabric, but I wanted the frill. Behold. Also visible in this picture: The dropped shoulders, which are in fact according to the historical references.
The collar from its better side. The other side, I had to extend with a little placket as this shirt has two modes: slutty pirate (open cleavage) and 18th c decency (closed with a cravat), and for the latter option I wanted to be able to shut it with buttons. For which I apparently took the wrong measure from my neck. Problem-solving!
The front placket isn't the prettiest thing in the world, but the closed collar is meant to be covered by the cravat anyway. And check out my darling nacre buttons! I love them so much that I used two on every cuff despite that not being strictly necessary. Probably would have gotten away with one on each side. But. Look. Shiny.
Altogether, I think I used up, like, 70 meters of linen thread? Which is not super economical, but 1st, I backstitched really everything, except when I was felling over the (already backstitched) hems. 2nd, there were the underarm gussets, and wherever a reinforcement patch / strip could go on, I put one in, such as both sides of the collar, the slits to both leg sides, the shoulders and cuffs. And 3rd, there were my neat lil' additional bits such as the long, long ruffles, the tie I added into the cleavage, and the cravat.
I learned that linen thread is a bit tricky; it's very strong, but it's not super even, and it knots easily. It also cannot be used in a machine, but I did this entire thing by hand anyway, so that didn't bother me all that much. Not because I'm a stickler for historical practice, but because sewing machines are scary. I may have to tackle this fear for the sake of my fingertips.
I need to work on my estimation of seam allowance, because I had to clean up the edges on the inside of my shoulder/sleeve seam with twill tape, because I hadn't left enough seam allowance to hem over all that scrunchy, ruffly bit. Twill tape is probably not historical practice for such a shirt; I think this only became a thing after Spinning Jenny was invented, but it served me well. I also need to work on my sewing vocabulary, because I learned most of it online - and thus, English, confusing the hell out of my friend when I didn't understand my mother tongue's term for "seam allowance" because I had literally never heard it XD
Fun fact: I bought the linen for this literally years ago (a bed-set, because it's a lot of yardage for a relatively cheap price; I still have lots leftover). But only now did I sit down and make a shirt out of it, and I love it. The sleeves are so poofy! And all that seaming was worth it; the shirt already had a round in the washing machine, and it's perfectly intact. I think I did a good job!
The cravat is, aside from the twill tape inside and the buttons, the only thing that's not 100% linen, because my mom crocheted the lace trim for me from cotton yarn. My draft is not quite how a historical cravat from the 18th / 19th century turn would look, but I honestly don't care; the combination makes the shirt so goddamn fabulous! I love this; it was super worth the work. Time to get on a snazzy waistcoat to go with this <.<
#sewing#needlework#the goddamn pirate poet shirt#amateur making a piece of clothing#also behold probably the last pictures of my long hair before I get it chopped off XD
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hiii C: for the ask game : - what is your favourite thing that you’ve ever written ? and - how many wips do you have right now?
Hullo dearest! 💛 Ahh, thank you for the questions, these are so fun! Okayyyy, so my favourite thing I've ever written, that's a tough one! All my fics are special to me in one way or another (not you, Poet) because they all have a little nugget of my love for the original story and characters! I think if I removed myself from the equation entirely, the ones I would most likely enjoy as a reader would be "My Ego Dies" or "Stealing Moments, Moments Away" - as a reader I particularly enjoy fics that look at themes of forgiveness and healing, but dealt with in a way that doesn't just sweep the consequences of the character's actions under the proverbial rug! I will also say that while technically it's the fic that's done the worst out of all of my little collection, "Fictions We Took To Mean Fate" was something I was proud of, if only because of the fact I wrote that in A SINGLE WEEK, and I conquered an ongoing fear and actually wrote a mlm smut, which was a first for me! It was tough and I have a lot to learn, buuuuut... I was proud of myself! Okay, as for how many WIPs, that depends! I have one currently being written (Backs To The Wall), two plotted out but not started, one solid fic that I just think about sometimes, and several ideas that started as original stories, but might well get turned into fanfiction. I am undecided! I also came up with a terrible, terrible idea for an angsty one-shot that I'm trying to decide if I can wiggle into an existing idea... Thank you for playing!! Really appreciate the ask!
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VALPOGOSSIP TEACAP: JULY 2024
You lot sure have be busy the last month. If I was of lesser mind or simply someone with something better to do, I would have resigned myself to my silence and let you all carry on. But business pays. And unfortunately for you, it's yours that pays me, and you're all not going to believe this.
July saw the epic failure of the anticipated winter festival ! A freak snowstorm left all of our beloved residents forced to face their biggest fear: talking to people they don't know ! Before we get into the general tea, let's recap what happened at the winterfest shall we ?
Putting any so called foodie to shame, Javi Domginuez-Herrera, Jackie Grimaldi, and Tobias Northcott risk carbon monoxide poisoning to get their snack on. While poison might not have been in the food, that didn't mean something wasn't as they began having hallucinations of the truck being similar to the wardrobe to narnia. Thinking if they left they wouldn't be in kansas anymore, wrong movie? Oh well. They're all still here, anyway.
In a much sweeter turn of a event, Noah Fontaine, Leia Munoz-Silva, Rachel Kang, and Seba Dominguez-Herrera huddled closely together for warmth. They spent time discussing the age old philosophical debate: is it a sneed or a snood. Also mentions of wondering if befriending a mountain lion would go faster if they used weed or if they used catnip. Yeah, I'm not sure how anyone made it out alive either. Though I don't think we should tell Astrid Blackwell about the cuddling though. Something about a rule being broken.
Lucky for Rania Chadha, Luna Dominguez-Herrera, Salem West, and Reyna Artiaga they were tucked away extra safely: locked backstage. Don't know if they ever solved the mystery of who locked them inside, but they had bigger things to worry about inside! Like Salem getting her something on her feet after getting her ice skates of, Luna's boyfriend freezing to death, and Reyna's unconventional hobby of picking locks? They all moved past that last one a bit too fast for my liking.
Moving on too quickly, let's talk about Felix Kang, Charlie Hastings, and Sade Akerele. For a trio locked in a game booth, they had no interest in the games around and instead, like your baby cousin who breathes a little too hard and always has a snack in their hand, opted to play games on their phone. Sade and Felix tried to convince the group chat of Felix's disappearance and Charlie tried to convince God that it was simply his time to go.
Back to ' how did any of these people make it out alive' we turn to Arlo Hwang, Wylie Henderson, and Rafael Cisneros in the ice skating rink booth. They skipped right over the small talk, and went straight to the worst case scenarios. Cannibalism was discussed and Rafa had the idea to make a fire inside using the ice skates around.
In the Igloo with Nevaeh Thompson, Quinn Hawley, and Giovanni Vallato the only thing bright in there was Nevaeh's lighter. Quinn was overly confident in her abilities to claw it out like she did in ireland (which could mean anything). Vanni wasted his signal, battery, and time on tiktok but made sure to share his empanadas, cold as they were. And Nevaeh had a lighter.
Something about being trapped in the dark in a Parade Float made Delilah Jane Harrison, Abril Valdivia, and Spencer Westin want to share their deepest darkest secrets. I guess they thought they'd stay secret but here they are: Delilah Jane forged her cosmetology license, Specer stole their dad's grammy and sold it and making him believe it was a robbery, and Abril has been spending more and more time with a certain pop star ! (She didn't say that, but I think if she was honest with herself she might've)
Saffron Barton and Poet Hawley were locked inside a security guard car that Poet was determined to get hotwired with the help of the blade she keeps on her, interesting fun fact. Despite Saffron's disbelief, Poet got it going ! Not far though. They just went around in circles until security got them to stop. Wonder if Poet and Saffron saw the voucher promised to everyone.
It's a good thing that Leon Amos, Yazmin Taylor, and Rohan Kaur were in The Washroom, the tissues surrounding them were a must need. Everyone was at each other's throats, there was a lot of sharing between strangers about babies and lifelines and Rohan unsettled by the display of emotional vulnerability. Unfortunately for us, there was no punch thrown but they did all make up and shared their deepest philosophies on life.
Trapped on the Tilt-A-Whirl, Astrid Blackwell, Zaid Hassan, Drew Crane, and Nikhil Hari went on a Dr. Seus like journey. They were out in the open and with Nikhil's generous offer of his body heat everyone decides they'd rather face the cold! They manage to get into a booth where Drew becomes the winner of the only Jolly rancher available, and they all freeze their hands off to text their loved ones.
NOW onto the general drama you don't want to miss:
Arlo and Reyna seem especially jittery and stuttery at the Inherited Escapes counter.
Charlie is running the risk of getting a restraining order if he keeps popping up at Secondhand Style without plans to purchase anything.
Delilah Jane and Rohan seemed to have finally gotten a good jog set for those circles they keep running around in.
Vanni and Yaz are expecting a baby after a few months of dating ! Congratulations ! We think?
Jackie and Spencer? I don't know what's going on over there, but I'm watching very closely.
Leon took the bold step to Salem's door and Salem took an even bigger step to show him the door. For how long? Only time will tell.
Nevaeh has run in to not only 1 but 2 of her exes? Omar and Seba, whichever one of you is praying for her downfall must have a direct line to god.
That's all I have for you today, but don't worry. We'll be back next month with even more delicious tea for you to catch up on. Let me know what you think, my inbox is always open.
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Happy STS! Your characters have been invited to a formal dinner. How do they do?
Happy STS!
So this really is depends on whether this would mean a formal dinner by our standards or a formal dinner by Kishite standards (a noble banquet). Just for fun I'll answer for both.
Before going through each of the characters I should probably illustrate what a banquet would look like. I'm turning this little STS into a big worldbuilding post, sorry.
A Kishite Banquet
Most royal banquets take place either in special rooms within the palatial structure called the dalushkiwash or more simply dalukshi (Kishite Dal-Room/Space, Ushki- v. To Eat, Ushkiwash- participle. Eating) or in courtyards, dependent on the size of the banquet, the weather, and the construction of that particular palace.
Communication at a Kishite banquet is highly reliant on various hand signals and social cues.
Getting Ready
Before going to a banquet you would be expected to prepare yourself. Most often this would mean bathing, or at the very least applying plenty of perfume and scented oil to the body and hair to prevent any adverse smells. It is crucial that you be checked for lice or fleas. Nothing ruins a nice meal quite as much as a parasite. Additionally, see to it that you do not drink before your banquet, as it is considered uncouth, unless of course you were doing it with or with the express encouragement of the host/ruler. Your nails must be trimmed and your hair brushed. Such banquets are also the best time to display your best jewelry and clothing. Gold, silver, amber, and silk are all expected guests. Properly preparing for a banquet may take hours, you may even eat a meal during the process of getting ready.
After you have been cleaned up and are dressed your best, you will be welcomed into the dalukshi by either the head of the household, that typically being the monarch, or more often the nobleman in charge of banquets, the so-called Chief of Feasts or else the Chief of Beverages, who bears the responsibility of keeping track of the palatial stores of beer and wine. They will see to it that you meet their expectations. You will be checked for offensive odors, and more importantly for any unsanctioned weapons or other materials. If you are found to be all in order, you will be welcomed in.
The Setting
The room itself is likely one of the largest in the palatial complex. They are typically round, though they may come in several other shapes. In general however, dalukshi are not square and rectangular, as these shapes are considered inappropriate for spaces meant for dining, and are rather reserved for the throne room. At the center of the hall one will typically find a large hearth, mirroring the shape of the room. Here things like soups, stews, warmed wine, and certain roast meats, will be cooked and kept warm for the benefit of the dinners, while other dishes will be brought from the kitchens. Across from this hearth, along with a small station meant for those tending to the fire, you will typically also find a small stone stage or step where poets, dancers, performers, and/or musicians are tasked with entertaining the diners. As the night goes on and alcohol flows it is not unusual for the attendees to take to this stage, to play games and give performances of their own.
Along with the diners and performers, expect to see slaves and servants weaving among the tables, bringing new dishes, cleaning messes, or else attending to the various needs of the guests. You will typically also see a number of dogs, but fear not, these are not mere street mongrels. These are workers, well cared for and clean, in Kishetal these are often the palace's resident hunting dogs, kalupabun (Kishite Kalu-Dog, Pabakazi- v. To Hunt). It is their job to clean up scraps which may be dropped accidentally or intentionally.
Decorations will vary. Expect to see potted plants, statues, decorative ponds, exotic birds, fountains, and other objects.
The Table
You will be guided to a seat, Kishite seats are typically low benches, often padded with furs and silks. Unlike their neighbors in Shabala they do not sit on cushions, nor do they use couches to recline as is popular in Apuna and Korithia. As with the room itself, as a rule tables at these events are never rectangular, rather they are more often round or hexagonal. The monarch and his closest family or friends will share a table, while others will be seated at tables of variable distance from the ruler, according to the discretion of the host. At your table you will find waiting for you a bowl filled with water or even watered white wine, scented with various herbs and flowers, this is meant to clean your fingers between courses. You will also find a cloth/napkin, or you may bring your own. You will find three bowls, one of wood , one of ceramic, and one of some sort of metal or stone (this is except for Chibal, where instead you will find a golden ladle, you are expected to drink using this). The wooden bowl is meant to hold cold foods, such as olives and fruit, while the ceramic is meant for holding soups and stews. The stone/metal bowl is your drinking bowl, meant typically for wine and beer. Underneath these you will find a large flat disk, typically of polished stone, this is your plate. What you will not find is utensils. It is expected that all items will be server in bite sized pieces, as such knives are not necessary. For liquid dishes, it is expected that you will bring your own spoon. The quality and material from which that spoon is made is often a sign of class and refinement, as significant as any necklace or ring.
On the floor next to you, just out of the reach of the dogs you will find a large clay pot called a jalhuka (Kishite Jal- Great/Big/King, Huka- Pot, Container). It is here that you will empty any scraps or trash which the dogs cannot eat as well as where you will pour your hand cleaning water between courses. These bowls will be replenished by slaves.
The Meal
After it has been determined that enough guests have arrived, the banquet will start. Typically this will start with the service of a plain beer, ashikur. Rather than being served to each guest individually, this will typically be served in a large shallow bowl, with each guest receiving a bronze straw. This beer is typically served warm and unstrained, thus necessitating the straws. According to Kishite etiquette it is considered rude to drink from the bowl alone. As such before each drink it is considered customary to announce that you intend to drink, this is done by raising the hand (as if asking a question). You wait until the gesture is returned by one or more other guests at your table, and then you may drink. Oddly, while the Kishites are normally extremely wary of any possible saliva contamination that may come from sharing food, they do not see any issue in this practice. The practice itself is a remnant from their Shabalic roots.
This first "course" ends when the bowl at the ruler's table has been emptied. As such, this could happen before most tables have had a chance to finish their bowls or long after. Regardless, the bowls will be taken away and in their place bowls of wine or beer with golden and ceramic ladles will be placed. This wine will then be watered down typically to a ratio of 2:1 in favor of water or 5:1 if a child is at that table. This is done to prevent drunkenness too fast. There is often great variation in what wine is served, and they may even vary from table to table. Serve yourself with the ladles, or if you fear staining your clothes, ask a passing slave. If you would like to try the wine from another table, direct a slave to fetch you a ladle full. Never go to another table to get the wine yourself. If the wine is finished, new bowls of wine or beer will be brought to replace the old ones. With each new kind of wine/beer, slaves will wash out your bowl with special jugs of water. Unlike the initial beer, all others are not drunk from a communal bowl, though using a straw is still typical.
While drinking from your bowl, it is expected that you will slurp, however it is rude to do so if someone is actively talking, slurping should be done to fill silence. Always hold your bowl with two hands. Do not let any wine or beer drip down your chin. After each drink, wipe your mouth with your napkin.
At the same time as the wine is brought, food will too. The ruler's table will get theirs first. Food typically arrives in groups of three, typically a bread, a meat or fish, and something else (this will vary, a vegetable, soup, etc). In the case of soups and stews, or items served in a broth or thin sauce you will be served by the slave/servant that presented the dish. If you finish your first bowl and want more, you may request more, however you must not serve yourself. There is no such rule for items which are dry. These you may be taken directly from the platter using your fingers. However these bites should first be deposited onto the plate, rather than being put directly into the mouth. You must clean your fingers with the cloth before taking more, not doing so is considered gravely offensive. All bites should be complete, if a piece of food touches your mouth, it should never be placed back onto the plate, the table, or serving platter. If you find that you do not like a bite, or you find a piece of gristle or bone, you should spit it onto the floor, a dog will soon clean it up. In the case of seeds and vegetable/fruit peels, these should be spit into the jalhuka.
As with the first beer, the arrival of new courses is determined by the eating habits of the royal table. When the ruler has decided that they are done with a particular course, the dishes for all tables will be removed and then replaced with new ones, regardless of the wishes of other diners.
It is typical for a banquet to consist of upwards of 30 dishes spread over the course of several hours. You are not expected to eat from every course, and often vegetable dishes will not be touched at all (these are often served purely for show). If you begin to feel full, you may stand and walk it off, only after announcing your intention to do so by turning your drinking bowl upside down. Alternatively you may take a diet enhancing potion such as madilu. If these do not suffice, you may induce vomiting. In the case of needing to vomit, whether intentional or accidental, vomit into the jalhuka. Though you are not expected to leave the banquet after vomiting, it is considered good manners to skip the next course.
The After Party
The meal will typically finish with a warmed beer or wine, fruit, nuts, and cheese. The ruler is always the first to leave, along with his table. It is up to the discretion of the host, when other guests will be made to leave. Often after these banquets, the guests, drunk and happy, will engage in parties called, Feparati, named for the Kishite God of Intoxication, Fepaha. Dancing, singing, games, sex, fighting, further drinking, and other forms of entertainment are typical here. This debauchery is thus often the subject of songs and raunchy poems. Children and married individuals without their partners are strictly banned from these festivities. Sometimes the Feparati may take place in the same banquet hall, or they may take place in one of the palace courtyards, or they may even spill out of the palatial complex, forming a parade of sorts through the city. Though there are few social expectations during this time, you will be held responsible for any damages you may cause during the revelry the next day.
Some Miscellaneous Rules
As with vomiting, if you need to blow your nose, do so into the jalhuka
Burping is encouraged, and considered a sign of appreciation. As with slurping, only do so when it does not interrupt the flow of conversation at the table. If you need to burp and someone is talking, indicate so by holding up your index and middle finger in front of your lips, facing away.
Passing gas is considered offensive. If you need to do so or relieve yourself, excuse yourself by turning your drinking bowl upside down and walking to the nearest toilet or dalduz, you may ask a slave to guide you there. This is usually little more than a pit or channel leading outside of the palace. This is also where the contents of the jalhukun (plural of jalhuka) will be poured. When you leave the dalduz, and return to the table, you are expected to skip the next course, and to wash your hands with your water bowl before resuming eating.
Sneeze towards the ground or into the jalhuka. Do not cover your mouth with your hand, clothing, or napkin. Never sneeze towards food.
Do not speak over someone of a higher rank than yourself. If you wish to contribute something to a conversation and are having issues finding a gap in the conversation, hold your hand in front of yourself with the palm facing upwards. Do this until a gap in the conversation allows you to speak or until one of those currently speaking acknowledges you. If you are of a higher or equal social rank to those speaking, this is not a concern.
Only your hands and forearms may touch the table. Never rest your head, feet, or any other body part on the table.
Eat with your mouth closed, do not talk with a full mouth.
If you are talking and wish to stop momentarily in order to take a bite or drink and yet you are not done with your story and point, ask one of the others at the table to hold your place. This is done to prevent anyone else from starting a new conversation. They will hold out their hand flat, with the palm facing towards the table. This is a call for silence. You will then take a bite or drink and then resume where you left off. You must only take one bite or drink before resuming, to do otherwise is considered rude. You cannot do this if you are going to relieve yourself, or leave the table for any other purpose.
Do not approach the ruler's table unless expressly told to.
Do not interrupt the performers, if you wish to take a turn on the stage, wait for them to finish.
It is considered unclassy to wear closed footwear at a banquet. Sandals or barefeet are both preferred.
If your napkin/cloth becomes too soiled to use, give it to a slave to clean. You should refrain from eating until such time as they return.
Do not wash your face with the water in your hand washing bowl.
Do not suck on your fingers.
Do not pick your nose at the table.
Do not scratch yourself at the table.
Do not touch the dogs while others are eating (you may do so after the banquet, though there is no guarantee that they will be friendly)
If you are choking, grab the hand of your neighbor and put it on your chest to indicate as such. If someone indicates to you that they are choking, flag down a slave to assist them.
Do not throw food, unless to one of the dogs.
Follow these rules and you will have a pleasant (enough) experience at a Kishite Banquet.
Now a look at the OCs
These are as these characters are at the beginning of the story.
Narul
Kishite Banquet: 3/10 While Narul is a slave working in a royal palace, and has even been in the dalukshi for a number of banquets, he's never actually partook. He knows the basics, but he would be awkward as all hell. He would struggle to order things from the slaves and his own status would make communicating with the others at the table difficult. He couldn't even enjoy getting drunk as it takes massive amounts of alcohol for Narul to feel intoxicated. He may not purposefully cause trouble but, unfortunately I think his size and awkwardness would ultimately mess things up for him.
Formal Dinner: -3/10 No. Trying to squeeze Narul onto a fragile little wooden chair would be a nightmare. Imagine an adult sitting at a child's tea party set, that would be Narul at a formal dinner. Trying to teach Narul how to use a fork and knife, much less various kinds, would be a nightmare. A wine glass would be little more than a sip for Narul, and it is almost guaranteed that he would accidentally break the glasses. Those tiny fancy servings would do nothing for Narul, and he would almost certainly be still hungry when he left. He wouldn't complain during the meal itself, but he would almost certainly find an excuse to not come to the next one.
Ninma
Kishite Banquet: 10/10 Ninma has been going to banquets since she was an infant. She knows all of the etiquette, she loves a banquet and insists on wearing her best before every banquet.
Formal Dinner: -10/10 Ninma would somehow be worse than Narul at a formal dinner. Whereas Narul would be confused and anxious, Ninma would be confused and angry. She would have to be told multiple times not to dunk her hands in the water jug to clean them. She would be annoyed by the lack of dogs. (Who else is supposed to clean up the pieces of food that she throws on the floor?) The forks and knives would confuse her and she would ignore them in favor of her hands. She would be horrified to be served food that wasn't bite sized and would almost certainly choke herself trying to stuff a whole piece of chicken or fish in her mouth. She would make all of the hand signals, and would become increasingly angry that no one was responding to them. She would be outraged that no one was serving her wine or beer (She is a princess, how dare you suggest she is too young for wine?). Why is the table this shape? Why are there so few courses? Are you poor or something? What do you mean I can't just grab the food I want from the platter with my hands? Where are all of your slaves?
Hours of being told how stupid and terrible your dining customs are by an angry spoiled child.
Otilia
Kishite Banquet: 8/10 The Korithian Banquet is quite different from its Kishite equivalent, however she would would adjust relatively quickly. Knowing Kishite would certainly help with this. She would take some issue with the rules surrounding not being able to set food back onto your plate after it has touched your mouth, but ultimately she would get over it. Certainly she would have an easier time adjusting to a Kishite Banquet than the Kishites would adjusting to a Korithian Banquet. She would be pleasantly surprised by the fact that Kishite men and women dine together, unlike Korithians who dine at separate tables.
Formal Dinner: 6/10 She would be a bit awkward, and as with the others would take a bit of time to grasp the concept of most cutlery, however she would learn it much faster than the Kishites. She is a good conversationalist, and would pick up on the rules of modern conversation fairly quickly. She would be somewhat disappointed by the small servings of wine, but would be subsequently shocked and a bit scandalized by the fact that the wine is not watered down. She would be unused to sitting on a chair to dine rather than reclining on a couch.
Zatur (Zatar)
Kishite Banquet: 3/10 Zatur has even less experience with banquets than Narul and is an even worse conversationalist. Zatur has a strong distaste for anything noble, and banquets are no exception. He would disparage and actively ignore most of the manners. The only real thing he would have over Narul is that he isn't a hulking giant that will break things by accident.
Formal Dinner: 2/10 Zatur would be just as dismissive of our manners and customs as he would be towards the Kishite ones. He would use his fork(s) to violently stab his food. Lots of loud chewing and messy eating while he glares at the other diners. If you attempt to start a conversation with him, he would almost certainly just glare at you all while he continued to eat. The only reason he would be better than Narul and Ninma is that he would at least fit at the table and he would just glare at you or ignore you, rather than berating you like Ninma would.
Akard
Kishite Banquet: 10/10 The gold standard, taught in the ettiquettes of Kishite, Apunian, Namutian, Pyrian, Knoshic, and Ikopeshi dining. Polite, well-dressed, charming. He could teach the host how to do their job, but of course he never would, because that would be rude.
Formal Dinner: 9/10 Akard is a quick learner and would pick up on the various rules rather quickly. Good conversation, polite, he would offer to help clean up, he would be a perfect guest. The only real reason why he loses a point is because he would need initial coaching when it comes to dishes and utensils.
Thank you for the question, sorry it is such a big one, hope you enjoyed it though.
#testamentsofthegreensea#writeblr#writing#fantasy writing#worldbuilding#narul#fantasy food#sts#ask answered#thanks for the ask#world building
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Miscellaneous tag game
@grumpy-liebgott and @sharkboyandlavalieb tagged me <333 and i am of course a million years late
Favorite place in the world you’ve visited?
inside the us i would say maine, i love the ocean/forest combo it's got going on
Something you’re proud of yourself for?
coauthoring several medical research papers as an undergrad, which is like my one and only flex and it's a nerdy one
Favorite books?
new hampshire- robert frost, the art of being human- michael wesch, ajax- sophocles (yes, only one of these is technically a book ik)
Something that makes your heart happy when thinking about it?
it might be cheesy to say music, but music and my friends <3
Favorite thing about your culture?
from the midwest US (so there's not that much), but i was raised very much in borderline appalachia and the older i've gotten the more i've come to appreciate that as part of how i was raised, so i would say quilting! i was taught to quilt by the women in my family and i still cherish the connection to them through that
When did you join the HBO War fandom? What was the first show you watched?
band of brothers in 8th grade, my history teacher would play it for us and i'm pretty sure he used it in place of actually teaching but he was a real one and also a drill sergeant so i don't think anyone argued with his methods
Have you read any of Easy Company’s books? If so, which ones were your favorite?
have NOT read any BoB books, but i have read most of the ones that inspired the pacific + a shit ton of pacific memoirs in general
Favorite HBO War character and your favorite moment with them?
lip and luz with the dud shell, bull watching out for the younger replacements, the officers in the eagle's nest, and just in general all of episode 8
Do you make content for any fandoms, if so; what sort of content?
band of brothers, top gun, the pacific (hypothetically), mota now it looks like, way back to my roots would be star trek and also whatever was going on with bandoms in hs that is a dark time
Favorite actor/actress and your favorite film of theirs?
oooh idk it changes, but last year i was on an ethan hawke kick- 'adopt a highway' and 'first reformed' are two he's good in (obligatory dead poets society mention ofc)
Favorite quote/s that you wish to share with others?
"Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night." - sarah williams
Random fact your mutuals/followers don’t know about you?
so bad at fun facts uhhh. uh. i am double-jointed in my hands.
If you’re a writer, do you need a beta reader (say yes so I can be your beta reader 🤭)?
i have NEVER had a beta reader and i am simply too scared to ask how it works because i'm not sure anyone should have to be subjected to my writing process but!! always willing to give a new thing a shot
Three things that make you smile?
my dog when she stretches in the sun, swimming in a creek in the summer, sitting in the car with my best friend while it rains
Any nicknames you like?
izzy! i have liked it well enough to all but legally make it my real name, other than that izzy-maye from people i'm close with, or iz/izzers when people are in a hurry
List some people you love to see around on tumblr!
@andromeddog art makes me go feral, @mutantmanifesto killer art that is living rent-free in my mind, @ewipandora MWAH you already know you make my day better on here, @onehelluvamarine has me kicking my feet giggling when they're in my notifs, @terresdebrume lovely writing <3
What would you do during a zombie apocalypse?
foolproof 3 step plan, ready for it? 1- find a good ditch 2- lay down in the ditch 3- just let it happen
idealistically i think i could go chill in the woods for a semi-significant period of time and be alright
Favorite movie?
logan's run (comfort movie, questionable 70s sci-fi), the hunt for red october (always feeling very big feelings on this), arrival, apocalypse now, fury, dead poets society, alexander (like the 4 hours version because im insufferable like that) the old star trek movies
Do you like horror movies?
i love horror movies WITH people you will not catch me watching them on my own, but 100% love love getting to sit on someone's couch and watch one
Tagging:
(no pressure and apologies for any double tagging) @ewipandora @blood-mocha-latte @deputy-buck @lamialamia @blurredcolour @saturnwisteria @staud + anyone i tagged in my answers and forgot to tag down here, or anyone who just wants to do it :)
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lol if any of you who still read my posts find yourself in the position where you dont listen to rap/hiphop and have never given it a try, here are my personal recs:
brockhampton (good intro, bc its pop with rap and hiphop elements. heavily recommend the saturation series, with saturation II having a bit more of a classic spin to the sound and sat III having a 2000s party pop vibe. great emotional sad girl hour songs too)
tyler the creator (highly diverse, skip his earlier albums if you fear the scawy violence and shockcore though, cherry bomb has some bangers, but flower boy is excellent, igor is more rnb/pop oriented with some skillful vibesetting, call me if you get lost is a pretty straightforward rap album with fun beats and great lyricism. tyler is great at showcasing vulnerability and deep feelings, but he is also a comedian and his personality shows. very authentic, raw artist who does not conform to the rap genre and is often outcasted by the industry for it. he is 10/10)
denzel curry (im not suuuuper versed in his work, but unlocked and melt my eyez are excellent. unlocked is more unconventional, idk how to describe its sound. its nerdy, its unique, it tickles my brain. melt my eyez is a chill sounding album, with raw ass lyrics. theres also a cold blooded soul version of some songs super jazzy, live band, awesome. if you are put off by the violence in rap, this is an album that might help you understand *why* violent imagery is utilized in rap)
jpegmafia, danny brown (im also not crazy versed in their music, however jpegmafia features on a gorillaz song, and together he and danny brown made an album called scaring the hoes. it is super inaccessible. it is weird sounding. it is funny, and raw, and its the shit you play at full volume when you need a goooood brain scratching. the beats are crazy!!!! it sounds very little like generic rap and hiphop you probably think of)
kendrick lamar (of course i would recommend him, he is probably one of the greatest poets of the last century. also he is actively exposing drake's predatory behavior while being the top rap artist and one of the top artists in the world but unrelated, good kid maad city is a story album, at this point its a hip hop staple, im sure youve heard bitch dont kill my vibe, money trees, swimming pools, or poetic justice at some point. the lyrics are violent, yes, but its not glorified, its a tragic story. which is much more common in rap than i feel a lot of people who dont listen to it think! to pimp a butterfly is my personal favorite, very jazzy, empowerment album with high highs and low lows. damn. is a pretty mainstream album, pretty generic sounding, but if you get around the overplayed songs you will continue to see his awesome lyricism. mr morale is also a very good album with some hype bangers and introspective lyrics)
more recs i dont have much to elaborate on:
kid cudi outkast childish gambino MF DOOM lil yachty (lots of stuff of his i dont like but he is just so all over the place there will probably be something you like)
#rap#hip hop#please no argue me i am only trying to help some of yall expand your horizons#i wuv all kinds of music and i absolutely empathize with the i like all music but rap and country perspective#as there is a perceived commonality in those two in the subjects discussed in their undesirability to us sensitive nerds#rap being misogyny and violence (and talking about being poor or having been poor) and country being misogyny beer farm#(and talking about being poor or having been poor)#both genres arent entirely bad#though men will make misogynist art intentionally or not#1. what makes you believe your favorite rock is less misogynistic? listen to it! 2. what makes you so averse to listening to art#usually focusing on government enforced poverty and its consequences??
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Self-Rec Tag Game 🌹
Rules: share five of your own fanworks (fic, art, etc.) Then, tag five more people to share the things they've made.
Tagged by @palipunk and @isayashai thank you sm ;v; 💞 I will tag @s1ithers @coldshrugs @arcann @vlwv @ruushes if you like!
Something you absolutely adore:
Four Little Crows off to Meet the Maker :: This is chapter 1 of my Antivan long-fic, Quinta de Talpa, and it sets up Zevran and Hamal's quest to oppose the Crows while also serving as a 'marriage proposal' fic. I think it's a punchy start to a really long project, and I adore it! It motivates me to continue. :)
The door to their room opened before he could knock, and Hamal looked at him, brow furrowed, eyes heavy with lack of sleep. In one quick sweep, he took in the blood-stained clothes. Zevran shook his head. He pushed his way in.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I may have… underestimated things.”
2. Something that was challenging to create:
For Suffering is Such a Part :: AO3 :: This is the first long-fic I finished, and it took me years to complete. I found it incredibly daunting to work on anything longer than 1k, but I was deeply attached to the story and couldn't get it out of my head; I dedicated myself to completing it for several months after picking up an old draft. It's set during the Nature of the Beast quest in Origins. I uh still think about it a lot o_ o;
“My! Aren’t you a poet!” Zevran exclaimed, laughing into his wrist. “Am I just a hunk of meat to you?” Grinning broadly at him now, Hamal settled down on one knee, amid beams of sunlight. “Vhenan, to me you are the spring thaw, and all that comes with it.” Zevran looked at him. He blushed to the tips of his ears. He would definitely have to think of sweet things to tell Hamal in revenge—but he was far more poetic in Antivan, and had been caught off guard, so for now he acquiesced. “The things you say,” he told him softly. “Fine, you win. I’m a spring thaw.”
3. Something that makes you laugh (or smile, if that fits more comfortably):
The Reading Stone :: AO3 :: I love writing silly banter, but I often worry it goes too corny. I fear making anything too tonally dissonant. With this one I just had fun with it, and wrote some ensemble goofiness in Orzammar. :)
“And as I said, there is no need,” Hamal retorts. “You all sound like Ashalle. I can get by just fine without glasses.”
“Not if we go by all those bruises you’ve collected, walking into corners,” Alistair tuts. “How do you manage in a fight?”
“An enemy is just a big shape. I simply hit it until it stops moving!”
“Maker…”
4. Something that surprised you (in how it turned out, how much other people liked it, etc.):
All That Matters is That You've Kept on Living :: AO3 :: This was a sweet short piece between Zevran and Isabela. But it felt unpolished and I almost didn't post it! The response was very positive, I was happily surprised. I still feel I can expand on it. Maybe one day. :)They deserve so much love, two of my favorite characters.
Yanking her legs back she tucks them beneath herself and tackles him with a hug, affectionate but very much exasperated.
“You talk about your husband too much, Zevran! No one will ever want to sleep with you!”
Zevran draws in a sharp breath, then he collapses into laughter.
5. Something you want other people to see:
Not a Homecoming, But Something Like It :: AO3 :: Another fic set in Antiva. This one comes very close to being part of QDT, but ultimately it is able to stand alone. Adelmar is mentioned in FSISAP, too, but only through flashbacks. She's an important part of my extended worldstate, as she helps Zevran heal past traumas, and vice versa (she was a prostitute at the brothel he was born in).
“I’m so glad you’re doing well. So tell me,” she scoots closer and looks at him eagerly, “What sort of life did you have, after you were adopted?”
“Adopted?”
By the kitchen counter, Hamal catches the subtle edge in Zevran’s tone. He pauses, holding the knife in his hand as a lull falls over the kitchen table, but he doesn’t know enough Antivan to guess what’s happened.
What’s happened is this: Zevran and Adelmar came from the same place, and know enough about that life to instantly understand that a lie has been told.
“Oh,” Adelmar breathes after a moment. “You… you weren’t adopted.”
Zevran lets out a laugh. It’s his ‘stalling’ laugh, and now Hamal is looking over, arms crossed, searching his face for clues.
“I was not adopted,” he says.
#this is a fun tag game bc it encourages artists to hype up their work AND gives us a personal look at what creators love to make#giving you all flowers rn 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹#edit: just noticed the buggy text editor cut off the last section ough. fixed.
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As this is my first post, I find it appropriate to start off withe the beginning of creation (accourding to Greek mythology of course)
This portion of the myth will not be dedicated to the gods singular, those will be later posts where each god/titan/etc gets their own post
There are many different stories contradicting eachother, so I’ll try my best to either explain each one or just go withe the one that’s most popular
In the beginning of creation there was only khaos, whom was a great void of nothingness (so very chaotic right?). Then suddenly pop came Gaia, who’s basically Mother Nature earth peep, Tartarus, the deepest pits of the underworld (I love this word TaRtArUs), Eros (but honestly I think it means the personification of love instead of EROS EROS because most versions state Eros is Aphrodite’s child), then Erebus, Darkness (and an amazing name to name a cat), and Nyx, the night (another great cat name) (also the only peep Zeus fears, which I think is pretty cool)
So Gaia (without the help of male productivity) then gave birth to Uranus, who is the sky and I will call Ouranos because that is what I was taught when learning Greek mythology (books my peeps)
Though some accounts state that Gaia and Ouranos were both made from Chaos instead of Gaia birthing him.
Oh and cool little fact, the sky was thought to be a brass dome by the Greeks, and Ouranos was the personification to that brass dome. Brass you may ask? Why brass? Why so specific? That’s the same question I thought to myself, and therefore searched for the answer and actually there was a reason for this. The Greeks did not think of colour in colour, but in scales of brightness. And I guess the Greek thought the sky was shiny, like brass. (Think of that one piece of work where the ocean was deemed wine dark)
Oh I also should probably add that the family history includes Erebus overthrowing Chaos, and then Erebus being overthrown by his children, but that’s a long story I’ll dedicate to another post)
Gaia and Ouranos then became a thAng, and I could go all poetic about how oh the sky and the earth were bound for loneliness so against the odds given to them they became one together, but no I’m not going to because I’m such a good poet. I digress.
Oh and my dude Ouranos decided it would be cool to decree himself supreme deity, cool cool my(😬) dude.
Anyways, Gaia and Ouranos hit it off and had some premeditated children. (Yes. This wording is purposeful. No. I will not explain.)
Now to go into the kids of Ouranos, yay..
(There is no foreshadowing here folks!)
So Ouranos sired children withe Gaia, the first set being six sons. Three Cyclops (one eyed peeps), there names being Brontes, Arges, aand Steropes. And three (insert me staring at the google search of how to spell this) Hecatonchires, named Briares, Cottus, and Gyges. They were dubbed the One Hundred Handed Ones(I’m pretty sure if you’ve read Percy Jackson Briares is in a part of it(?))
Well, Ouranos was awfully concerned about how powerful these giants are, so he locked them away. There is some debate about where he locked them up, but it’s widely believed he locked them in the deepest pits of Tartarus.
Gaias, as most mothers would, did not quite agree withe this, and wasn’t all too happy withe him. This is fine, nothing is bound to happen right? (…)
Oh little fun fact about myself, while doing this I had my big ole mythology book that I love and have no recollection of getting (I just found out I stole it from my father, and he’s never getting it back), but do know it is a good flower press. And very informative (which is good because it’s huge and has a very decient portion that is deticated to Greek myths yay) My delicate dried flowers are falling (I mean, sorta, I would never actually let them fall but they are taking damage and potential destruction so it COUNTS) as I type this out, know I have sacrificed greatly to bid thee information I already know and honestly only need the book for spelling (yes I am proud of my useless knowledge of Greek myths) I DIGRESS.
So as this is happening (or maybe after, it doesn’t directly state, only specifically states that the giants were first created before the titans) Gaia also birthed the 12 Titans. Who are Oceanus, Tethys, Hyperion, Theia, Coeus, Phoebe, Kronos, Rhea, krios, Japetus, Themis, and Mnemosyne.
So Oceanus was the titan god of the great oceanic river that forever circles the world. (I. WILL. EXPLAIN. In another post this is getting long and I’m not even halfway done) His wife is his sister Tethys (if you don’t like it go away because you definitely won’t like Greek mythology, oh and they practically don’t have the same DNA or morals as us sooo)
Hyperion was the first sun god, and his sister Theia was his wife.
(You do not know how hard it is to not digress and spill facts and stories BECAUSE THERES SO MUCH THAT ISNT SAID ON HERE the only thing saving me is that I have other posts I can rant about them on)
Coeus, who isn’t very important other then his offsprings tales, wived his sister Phoebe.
Kronos, the youngest of the bunch, married to Rhea, who was the titan of motherhood, and other foreshadowing things.
Ok this is getting long the rest of them are Krios, Japetus, Themis (goddess of justice), and Mnemosyne (goddess of memory)
So let’s get back to Gaia, as I said before she was livid at Ouranos for ya know yeeting her giant children to the great pits of Tartarus, and then imprisoning her titan children in her womb, so she took her titan children and was all like “oh my dear lovelys please go kill your father for me?” And then committed one of the most famous divorces in all of mythology.
Gaia created flint to make a sickle, then once done making it she told one of her titan children to murder their father withe it. I like to guess all of them looked at her in bafflement, for none of them took the sickle from her offered hand, except for one. (Insert mic drop)
Kronos, youngest and seemingly weakest decided he was worthy and took the sickle.
Then they conspired a plan, the plan being several versions. The main version being; for Kronos to strike once Ouranos and Gaia are settled down to lay, and the some of the other titans holding him down (another post my friends another post). So this is what Kronos did.
Once Ouranos was laying down withe Gaia, Kronos went boo, and castrated Ouranos withe the sickle. He then threw the genitals into the ocean (where Aphrodite was created by the sea foam where the genitals fell, later on but that’s a story for another post) From his blood giants popped up, as well as the Erinyes, furies who tormented the criminal minds later on when humans were a thing, and ash tree nymphs.
It’s not stated clear what exactly happened to Ouranos, some versions state that he died, that he withdrew from the earth, or that he exiled himself to Italy. (Yes. Italy. Very specific right? And there. Is. No. Elaboration.) All that’s known is that as he deported he said the Kronos “you shall be punished” (very original)
Yup ok that’s all I’ll do the gods and that age later byeee
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God, yeah, what happened to all the Loki fans? Not slavering over this because Loki's not woobie enough in it?
Guys, if you like:
hot bisexual poet dudes
hot transgender Viking witches
badass women
badass old women
supportive and still very manly men
m/f/f threesomes
werewolves who are more than a little crazy
the Vanir
LOKI BEING A RAT BASTARD AND YET INCREDIBLY SYMPATHETIC DESPITE THAT
...you really need to watch Twilight of the Gods. Yes, Zack Snyder. Yes, I know. Sorry. Sometimes a guy known for his bullshit actually pulls his head out of his ass and makes something great. Seth MacFarlane did it with The Orville.
This is the first adaptation of Ragnarok I've seen where:
Baldr actually gets to be a character, that you like, not a cipher with "Everybody Loves Me" drawn on his face
Thor and Odin are villains but appropriately complex ones
Loki. Oh, man, Loki. Loki being the lying, cheating snake he always is and yet he's doing it all to try to save his kids. He identifies as the scapegoat. He deliberately tells a man who's having a breakdown about his past crimes that he, Loki, is basically the Devil, whispering in people's ears to tempt them to dark deeds... and then the guy figures out, afterward, that this was a lie to keep him (the guy who committed said past crimes and was having a breakdown over it) moving in a dangerous place. He's your best friend and then he murders your other best friend. Who was trying to kill him for revenge. He very likely engineered the very events that he has promised you revenge for. He loves his kids more than the entire world and he will literally burn the world to try to save them.
They acknowledge that the entire story of Ragnarok was Pastede On Yay by the Christians and that Jesus Christ on the cross was the story that supplanted and overtook Odin who hung on a tree for nine days. Ragnarok is explicitly tied to the Christianization of the Norse culture. The people who have suffered at the hands of the gods see this coming as a good thing. We all know it ain't necessarily so.
Freya, exchanged to the Aesir by the Vanir in order to keep the peace, gets to hate the Aesir for it and scheme against them. And to be super pissed that the Aesir keep offering her as a concubine in their deals.
We meet the Vanir. They're really cool.
The story admits Sleipnir happened. And while the humans giggle and make fun of Loki, Loki himself walks proud with his eight-legged horse son and shows no sign of shame.
Did I mention Loki being a lying deceitful snake who makes your heart break with how much he's been hurt and is still hurting?
This is actual Norse mythology, not the Marvel version of it. Thor has a little bit of nobility and honor to him, but mostly he's a thug who murders innocent people because he glories in it and he won't tolerate people not fearing him. Odin is powerful and wise and numinous and also an asshole and also absolutely does not see his doom coming despite the fact that he sees his doom coming.
And Sigrid and Leif. I haven't felt so hard for a canon m/f couple in, my god, at least a decade if not longer. They love each other so much, and they make each other stronger, and they also do asshole things to each other and frequently it's to "save" the other from something the other does not want to be saved from.
Zack Snyders new adult animation netflix show, Twilight of the Gods is so fucking amazing. I adore it so much, and watched the whole show in one sitting and might do so again either tonight or tomorrow. But it's so fucking good and I wanna talk with people about it
(I love Ulfr so much, nothing can make me hate a werewolf/ulfhednar, not even if he is maybe possibly a cannibal)
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01/12/2025 ~9:10 am
I started this blog a while ago, and it's been a minute since I posted, mostly because over the summer I wanted to talk about the sexcapades I was having over the summer. Over the fall it slowed down and I changed it a little bit but I find it enthralling to document the people and things I've done ;) So I wanted to update as the new year has brought an outrageous level of horniness to me.
This week I've seen 3 people, 3 for sex, 1 a date.
The first boy I saw was on Monday, He came over after a call I had for the new job, it was funny in the beginning to say the least. I had hoped to talk but he was def just horny and looking so we kinda went right to it. I realized he was one of the first uncut guys I had been with, I can't totally remember if I have before. But when sucking him or jerking him off he would wince ahah and with time! I learned to be gentler. But when we actually fucked it was fast in spurts, like a jackrabbit or something. It wasn't bad sex, it was fun and in the end, we did have good conversation and I finally saw a real person. He went in for a second round, love, and then from there we talked and cuddled.
The second boy was a letdown. On Thursday we had the most riveting sexting session through Grindr, I honestly couldn't believe it. Uncontrollably horny, poet, and very fun. Based on his pictures he seemed to have a bit more mass, and masculine, but when he showed up he was the twinkiest lil thing I had ever seen... I'm not necessarily against that, but that's usually not my vibe and unfortunately, he wasn't really mine. In the back of my mind I had suspicions before he showed up and exactly what had happened. A tale as old as time, all talk no play. In situations like his where the sexting is so good I fear the build-up often leads to disappointment. Sooo when he came over we talked for a second, with the awkward how do I break the tension vibes, and then started to get to it. Slowing making our way to undressing, making out all over, etc. And I kid you not... Maybe five minutes into me touching, sucking, jerking him. He came. Not even in a hot omg you couldn't contain and you just busted like crazy. It was really like a spittle of cum and I was like weird my chest is wet but was like it's probably spit and moved on. It wasn't until later when I saw it drying and flaking that I realized that's what had happened. Of course, I love a multi-round moment but the issues with this was that he couldn't get hard and if I tried to jerk him off he would get sensitive. I found myself staring at the ceiling, watching the light hanging above me as he tried to fake fuck me with his soft dick. Also I so would've fucked him but he did not seem up for it. He kepy saying "he needed to loosen me up before he fucked me" but I realized he was just trying to see if he could get hard again cause trust it would have been easy to take. Anyway haha it was a funny one, disappointing but part of life. One last annoyance he had a bloody finger and got blood all over my freshly cleaned white duvet... which is nasty BUT I'm like babes once blood is drawn we stop. That is where things get dangerous and I am not comfortable with it. Unfortunately bad communication on his end. I could tell he was disappointed in himself but open and active communication is needed in sex!
But here we are, person #3! Such a redemption from the night before. Yesterday, Saturday, I was heading into Manhattan to do some errands I have been meaning to get to and was hoping to see a friend while I was there. The friend was busy, blah blah, but this boy who's visiting from Australia asked if I wanted to get together in between seeing his friends. We met In Chinatown and the cafe I had recommended was closed so we went to Dimes instead. It was a lovely conversation, the kind where your energy is replenished by being around the person. We got tea, potato wedges and ended with the dulce de leche cake. After about 2 hours they asked if I wanted to join with friends at Ellen's Stardust diner. We headed up to Rockefeller's stop and took a detour to the Lego store while we waited for them. There amongst the families and chaos, we were looking at the wall of pieces and I saw a little heart in a sea of weird eyeballs. I gave it to them and in return was given a little flower in return. After we exchanged affection and minor theft we headed to Ellen's. 8-10:30, we had energetic conversations with the two friends with bursts of singing and show tunes. It was a really cute night, he kept actually calling it a date, and we were obviously into each other. The touches getting more frequent and intentional. After we left we started to hold hands and made our way to the train to head back to Brooklyn. More dumb jokes, that goddamn charming Aussie wit, and the girls cracking up at everything they said. Once we got on the L we got to sit down and now we got close, hands wrapped, gentle pressure, touches of desire, and telling more than words often can. Every joke our eyes locked, our faces got closer together, and you could feel the tension tugging us close. I wanted to hold back and got nervous so I would look away before things got too much. I can't quite remember which stop, possibly Montrose, but they gasped when seeing a gay couple kiss on the platform across from us and then as we locked eyes again I finally let in and we made out. A soft warm and endearing kiss. After a couple seconds, I pulled back "A kiss on the subway is such a New York moment" one last one and their head resting on mine. At Myrtle-Wykoff we departed with a kiss and a See you soon. Giddy with the electricity I sent a picture of the flower in my little Miss Piggy lego's hand and said see you soon, hopefully tonight.
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