#marshy answers

[marshmallsy]

so happy someone else on my dash watched the residence! it's SO GOOD!!!!! cordelia cupp ily 2kforever

YESSSS!!! I watched it with my parents over a long weekend, and it was so good I immediately had to rewatch it when I got back home. I'm a huge sucker for fun murder mysteries with brilliant detectives, so this was right up my alley. tbh there's soooo much I wanna say about the show and how much I love autistic icon Cordelia Cupp but I'll need to do that on a different post lmao

[marshiedmallow]

Well aren’t you just the strangest little thing? I always wondered why Gears kept you around! Didn’t know he had a thing for insects XD!

-Dr &

Waaait.. holdon. You're telling me he has a thing for me? - 🌨

[cornley-amateur-drama-society]

26 and 27……..i’m curious

26. Most shippable character?

I think that for me it's probably Vanessa? It might just be because I am in love with her the most, but I think she is fun to pair up with the different canon characters. I've also created the Techie OCs, and one of them is for sure into her, which. Of course. Who wouldn't be?

27. Least shippable character?

Jono! He's too busy with his daughter and his childhood best friends and their kids and his ex-wife Elsie ! I also hc him as aroace, so I really don't see him with anyone in a romantic or sexual way.

[sillymemes23]

who does tumblr think would be the most worthy and better ruler of the planet

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[borgialucrezia]

I know you focus more on Lucrezia and Juan (valid), but I was curious if you knew any books that went in-depth about Giulia? If not Giulia, any about the family in general, I just love the historical sources you pull from to parallel the show

hi!! i adore giulia so much! she's a truly captivating and intelligent figure to me as she wielded significant influence within her family based on the strength of her personality. remarkably at some point she defied the pope not just once, but twice, risking herself and her loved ones in the process. however, her close bond with lucrezia remains one of my most cherished aspects of the borgia history 🙏

“Admitedly, [Giulia] was quite different from Vanozza and in a manner that was not simply due to the great difference in their ages. Where Vanozza had been dedicated both to her own financial interest and her lover’s well-being, Giulia was lighthearted and featherbrained, never looking beyond the delights of today. and where Vanozza sought to tie her lover by submission and acquiescence, Giulia displayed an independence of spirit which kept Borgia’s interest at fever pitch even while such spirit could enrage him.”

— E.R Chamberlain - The Fall of the House of Borgia

“Vasari tells us, in his Vita degli Artefici, that over the door of one of the rooms in the Borgia Tower, the artist painted a picture of the Virgin Mary in the likeness of Giulia Farnese with Alexander kneeling to her in adoration, arrayed in full pontificals. Such a thing would have been horrible, revolting, sacrilegious.”

— Rafael Sabatini, The Life of Cesare Borgia

"The fifteen-year-old Giulia was already famous for her beauty. Giulia Bella, the Romans would call her a few years later, was not only beautiful, but intelligent, “endowed with gentleness and humanity.” Blond was the preferred hair color in those days, and legend has it that Giulia was blond. But a letter written to Cesare describes her as fusco (“dark complected”) with black eyes, a round face, and quidem ardor (“a certain vivacity”)."

— Emma lucas, Lucrezia Borgia

here are some fiction/biographies where giulia has highlighted roles (some of these books delve into giulia's relationship with rodrigo and the influence ower she wielded within the family, her political maneuvering and unwavering loyalty to her loved ones, capturing her fierce intelligence and her relationship with lucrezia) :

Lucretia Borgia According to Original Documents and Correspondence of Her Day (Ferdinand Gregorovius)

The Life and times of Lucrezia Borgia, Maria Bellonci

Cesare Borgia: La sua vita, La sua famiglia, I suoi tempi, Gustavo Sacerdote.

Lucrezia Borgia, Emma Lucas

Cesare Borgia, Rafael Sabatini

The Fall of the House of Borgia, E.R Chamberlain

Blood & Beauty, Sarah Dunant

The Borgias: Power & Fortune, Paul Strathern

[all-mighty-axle-arc]

*totally not pointing a knife at marshmallow's throat*

Bud, never call me tiny or short, i swear to the sfoth, i will personally DRAG you back to an alley TO EAT YOU OR EVEN ROAST YOU ALIVE, oh yeah i can be like this because its April SH- i mean fools! And the others can all believe i act like this for a JOKE

Anyways! Have a good April fools! :3

*he stares at vin, taking a step or two back as to not impale himself on the blade*

"LooK aT YOU!!! DAw, so MuCH tEMpEr IN sUCh a LiTTlE bODy. DoNTchA THiNK i AlREaDy GoT ExPERIEncE wiTh hUNgRY OPPonENtS?"

"yOU'rE oNE fUNNy JoKE!!!!"

"oH, yOU ToO. HaPpY APiRl FOoLs!"

[mindless-existence1]

Please more shadow ♥️😂😘

more of him is coming soon I have a few requests I have like partial answers for and just need to finish those up ❤️

[samantha-and-her-chaotic-desires]

🎭 for the zelda asks

🎭 When you play Zelda games, do you imagine being Link yourself, or is Link a separate character to you? Basically, are you Link, or is Link a separate character?

Honestly I have never thought about this until now. When I littler when BotW came out, I always thought of myself AS Link (ESPECIALLY when it came to the Gerudo outfits lol). Nowadays when I'm playing TotK, AoC, SS even, I just see Link as a separate character. It's still as fun as ever. :)

Based on this post.

[scrawnytreedemon]

happy new year!! I started the year off right (thinking of zant / the twili / the interloper war and getting mad again that we were robbed)

IT NEVER ENDS! 😭😭😭

Nintendo,,, pleace... we already have [culture]s at home! Why are you getting more???

Happy New Year, Marshie <3

[ofmermaidstories]

fantasy au idea where your village is razed to the ground in the middle of the night by soldiers. you escape, just barely, half-crazed—but there is no where to run. your village is bordered by the ocean, by mountains and the hilly pastures that are now burning bright as the screams from the homes in the village follow you out into a dark copse of trees, hoping for cover.

you don’t see the archer, but he sees you, leaping over clumps of grass and dirt and stumbling like a drunk. his aim is true, and you gasp as the arrow pierces you.

you drop to your knees, the pain of the rocks you fall against, dull. vaguely, you’re aware of cold, fast water, soaking through your woollen skirt and weighing you down and if you had sense, still, you’d realise you’ve fallen into one of the creeks that vein through the forest—but you don’t. your face is wet, warm salt, and the last thing you think of, strangely, is the loaf of bread your neighbour had broken with you, just that morning, as she cackled over her own joke.

and then you pitch forward into the shallow water, already gone, and somewhere in the dark woods, a single owl calls out; the shadow of it cutting across the golden-hot light your village’s destruction as the edge of your skirt brushes against the submerged rocks.

(when the answering contingent of knights arrives in the village a few weeks later, it’s to scorched, blackened earth: the foundations of the buildings that had been here left like charred bones, picked apart and appealing to the sky.

kacchan is scowling, already barking out orders for the others to find what remains they can, to gather them, for graves to be dug—izuku sickened as he lets himself drop from his horse, his boots sinking into soft ash.

“even out here?” he asks, helplessly. uselessly. of course even out here. the capital’s army had marched through the land easily, without resistance. kacchan, who doesn’t spare him the pity anymore, frowns at him.

“take some of the others!” he says, but izuku is already walking away with a wave as he crosses over into the burnt fields, rising up from the woodland that reaches back to the mountains. it’s only when he gets to the edges of the trees that he pauses, his hand on the hilt of his sword—it’s quiet, in the trees. a lone whistle of a bird falling into silence as he approaches. izuku waits; the bird doesn’t regain its song, something about the silence, the air, paused but before he can decide if its a trap or magic there’s the crack of a branch, and the sudden, startling flurry of a flock of birds taking flight at the same time, izuku shielding his face from the frantic brush of their feathers and air as they dart past. his heart is pounding, with the surprise. he waits a heartbeat, a hard thump, and then another and another and when he at last lets his arms drop and looks up he’s startled again: you, standing there before him, grim.

“Who—” he starts to ask, but your face twists and before he can react the earth itself upturns itself; rocks at his feet where there were none, throwing him off balance as the ground shifts, trees bending down to protect you, to push izuku back.

GET OUT, he hears—he feels. it burns like a tight pain, across his mind and startled again he cries out before he lands on his ass, back out in the black earth of the burnt field, the forest crackling and creaking as somewhere, just beyond his sight, things rearrange themselves back to order again.

a survivor? he wonders, half in fear, half in hope. or something else?

and you—

your feet are muddy, sinking into moss as the ground where the knight stood fills itself in, marshy at first before it drains, green and undisturbed once more. at your back, an owl calls out, and you wait a moment—watching the treeline, waiting, but then the call sounds again and you turn, obeying.)

[sapphire-to-the-rain]

ADAPTING THE PROMPT OF 6 MISSED CALLS FOR A MEDIEVAL SETTING. ANETRA’S FAMILIAR BEING A DUCK. I AM OBSESSED WITH YOUR MIND !!!!!

would u do either “calloused palm against soft cheek” or “six missed calls” for anarcia 🙏🙏 (OR BOTH?)

I've been thinking a LOT about this one anarcia fic I found on wattpad about princess Marcia and commoner Anetra in a medieval setting. So here's my little rendition of an Anarcia medieval au (with some alchemy/magic)

Marcia tightened the strings of her cloak as she stepped into the smelter's shop. She heard the fire from the smelter and a hammer hitting the iron into horseshoes. It was loud, dark, and smokey inside.

These men could care less that she was the princess from a far-off land set to marry their king. But she couldn't risk anyone seeing her.

Marcia walked up to the large man in the corner of the room, who sat at a desk with inventory scrolls. Before she said anything, the man looked up at her.

"She sent Georgie about six times yesterday, you know," He said as he continued writing.

Marcia nodded solemnly, remembering the duck following her through her line of ladies in waiting. She couldn't give the familiar any attention, the castle staff would start to question her.

"Can I see her?" she asked, looking where the door was supposed to be. To most, it was a plain black wall. But Marcia could see the faint silver outline of the door.

The section of the door turned sideways and a figure with long dark hair peaked out. "Thank you, Father. She can come in," Anetra said plainly as she returned to her chambers.

The wall turned back as Marcia stepped through. Georgie gave her some welcoming quacks from his small pool as she took off her cloak. She held it awkwardly as Anetra went back to her desk.

Marcia stepped quietly to see what Anetra was working on. There were glass beakers with different ingredients, some smoking and some freezing.

Anetra didn't look up from the mixtures, "The general store is out of flax flowers," She said as she stirred a blue liquid with a slight shimmer. "Can you help me?"

Anetra finally looked at her, her eyes slightly pleading. Marcia hadn't done much magic since moving into the castle. Only when others wouldn't notice, like perking up flowers or fixing a loose chair.

She had to be careful, this kingdom did not take to outsiders very well. Her old kingdom thrived on magic and alchemy, but they were small and poor. Her parents sending her off for marriage was their only option.

Marcia stared back at her, unsure what to do. She felt her magic weakening day by day, using it less.

"It's okay, this is a safe place," Anetra held Marcia's check in her hand, encouraging her. She felt the callous on Anetra's palm against her soft cheek but wanted to melt into the touch.

Marcia held out her hand and concentrated. It took a minute, but a small blue flower grew from her palm. She deeply missed practicing magic, reminding her of her home village and family.

Anetra kissed her cheek, "Thank you, my love," she said as she plucked the flower from her hand.

Marcia sat and watched Anetra work on the concoction. She mixed and stirred, eventually pouring the mixture into a glass bottle. It was a deep purple, with a slight yellow shimmer.

"Drink this," Anetra handed her the bottle, and Marcia gave her a puzzling look, "Trust me, it will help you," sincerely.

Marcia sipped on the liquid, but it tasted awful. She finished it with a soured face. Within a minute, she felt lighter and her soul felt brighter. It was like how she felt in her old kingdom when magic was in abundance and she could freely practice her craft.

Marcia smiled, "How long will this last?" she asked.

"Sasha said about half a moon cycle, at least," Anetra explained. She handed Marcia the letter from her friend who lived deep in the woods.

That would end right about the time of the wedding, seeming like it would give her enough time to plan an escape with Anetra. She knew Anetra hated this village, feeling like an outsider in her own birthplace.

Marcia heard the church bells outside, signaling it was the top of the hour, "I must be going, I'll come back after the Queen's tea tomorrow, I promise," She tied her cloak around her neck and searched for the door.

"Think about it, okay?" Anetra said as the wall turned. "We can be free together, in your home kingdom," she nearly pleaded.

Marcia looked across the shop, "But I promised my family..." she trailed off.

"They would hate to see you losing your magic," Anetra pointed out.

Marcia could not argue with that, knowing that was the truth, "I must be going, goodbye Anetra." she quickly moved through the shop as the wall turned back around.

But Marcia's head was filled with thoughts of her and her lover practicing their crafts freely, living in a place that would never shun them.

[marshmellowtea]

i'm curious about something so tgws fandom. if you're interested. reblog this and put in the tags your favorite female cornley member and your favorite male cornley member

[marshiedmallow]

I mean, it *is* quite difficult to tell with him. But I’ve known Dr Gears for many years, and I can pretty confidently say that he might have an interest in you. Don’t take my word for it though. (P.S. Good luck. That grumpy man needs someone in his life.)

-Dr &

Yes YES YESSSS!!!!!! perfect thank youuuuu i shaall go bother him about it!!!!!

[cornley-amateur-drama-society]

also 1 lol

I just got back to my apartment wahoo!

1. What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get?*

I truly apologize to everyone in advance, but Annie x Vanessa and sometimes Chris x Robert...

Beangrove just has to be written in a certain way for me to enjoy it, but annessa really often feels like pairing the spares for me. I understand the appeal, but it's just not for me. The fanart and fanvids are fun to see tho!

[sillymemes23]

it is done

max won

therefore, he is more worthy of being the better ruler of the planet, according to tumblr

have your complementary drawing prompts, guys

good poll, everyone

who does tumblr think would be the most worthy and better ruler of the planet

so

stuff

[all-mighty-axle-arc]

Oh hello! Never expected to see you here marshmallow!

Wait how did sword lost his phone?

hEyYY feLLa, nICe to sEE yOu!! ReAL TiNY, AiNT YA?

DOnT WOrRy bOUt tHE pHOne, oR eVEn SWoRD hImSELf, rEaLLy. hE'LL gET hIS DEvICe bACk.