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[musicbyrikm]

Shiv and The Carvers, live at The Monarch Tavern in Toronto, August 2024

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[y-rhywbeth2]

Who decided the drow should have so much fucking lore anyway.

('I should've been a drow.' You can't fucking stand Cazador or your 'siblings' you would not fucking want to be a drow. Although I guess Astarion would make a fair Vhaeraunite.)

[kleiser]

[ineffabildaddy]

i have waited

(crowley pov poem - warning for suggestive content!)

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I have waited for you, angel

As woman, as man

As both, sometimes

Red-lipped and hard as anything

Or a drag of lace under gathered breeches

Dew-flecked with my cloudbursts of want

I have waited as neither, a blank page

Fluttering in the breeze from the open window

While you dip your pen in your inkwell

I have waited for you, angel

As a young girl shuns the sunshine of an August afternoon

To sit by the phone until it rings three times

Or, indeed, until darkness falls at last

I have waited for you like an old man

Longing for a death which refuses to come

He sits on park benches and wonders

How he must endure the commotion of life

Just when his soul has found quiet

I have waited for you, angel

As an ocean wave

Which suddenly knows it shall dissolve into foam

Crashes harder than intended on the sand at the prospect of it

I have waited for you

In taverns, coffee houses, glittering ballrooms

In bookshops, in bookshops, in bookshops

On faded rugs and felt-covered armchairs

I have waited with the patience required to finish a Tolstoy

And the hunger that stabs as one devours a great mystery

I have waited for you, angel

Under the stars on a clear night

Thighs trembling around my own crooked fingers

I have waited for you, also

In the solace of my bedchambers

Twisting silk sheets across my chest

So they might soothe the ache beneath my ribs

I have waited for you, angel

In the lodging rooms of country inns

Even as I land face first on a bed of straw

And bend my knees before a brooding stranger

I have waited for you, angel

At the courts of countless monarchs

Arching my back like a good mistress

As one man pulls at the string of my corset

And another knocks over his silver chalice

I waited for you, angel

In a Soho pub over bottles of Talisker

A book by my side, kept as a souvenir

I waited for you, again

One elbow leaning on the Bentley

My glasses fogging up as you retreated one last time

I have waited for you, angel

Since before the stars began

Since the world was merely a funny idea

Which made cherubs giggle and archangels whisper

I have waited for you, angel

For years beyond counting

I can wait a little longer

You know where I am

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thank you so much for reading!! comments and reblogs are endlessly treasured<3

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[ae-neon]

Secrets Sworn by Night are Kept in Death

Day 3 - Night Triumphant & Lady Death

The Order of the White Blade had been born in the desert during the Merchant Wars of Faran Kithal’s reign and were now commonplace in the plain's six cities.

It was not until their 25th year, however, that they took the God of Night and the Goddess of Death as their official patrons. A blasphemous affront by any other measure, given the known hatred between the two, but many holymen have since speculated that the Order's activities in the preceding years had granted them grace and favour with both deities.

And so, it came to pass that annually the assassin's stayed their death dealing hands for a single night. Of all mysteries - of which the moonless dark held many - the secret rites of the White Blade and their adversarial masters remains the most enigmatic.

From Monarchs, Merchants & Murder: a Brief History of the Sinari by Soruk Lahn

[ Part 1 ]

Fin.

The House of Starlight was one of the largest temples in the city. As home to three Gods - the Lord of Night, Lady Moon and the Bastard Prince of Shadows - it was, naturally, also one of the richest. Tithed to by followers and kin followers of each, this included industry tithes from guilds of assassins, merchants, taverns, sailors, pleasure houses and guards.

The temple's main building was a great tower whose glass dome roof had been built by genius engineers and mystical alchemists. It was designed so that the light and beauty of the stars was magnified when viewed from beneath it.

It was this that made the House a popular haunt among artists, vagabond poets, young nobles, keen philosophers, melancholy musicians and sex workers. Its resident acolytes and clerics did not mind, of course. Not so long as the guests stayed and paid. Entertaining these admirers was not a requirement but their Lord and Lady were fond of such atmospheres. And, in the case of the Knight of Shadows, his spies were ever inclined to use whatever means available to their advantage.

Darthan plucked a grape from a serving bowl as he sauntered through the main hall. He slipped his hand under his mask, careful not to disturb the crown of silver spikes. The black robes he'd been given matched the attire of his fellow Night acolytes as well as those of the Shadow Prince's followers hiding in their midst. Even so, these were much finer than his usual garb: embroidered about the shoulders in silver and gold, and ending in a cape tailored to billow as he walked. All gifts from those he was to serve tonight.

The few spots of bright silks amongst the raven clothed residents signalled the first of the temple’s guests arriving. Tonight, the absence of the Moon and her followers meant the enchanted space would be lit solely by starlight. The occasion always drew in a larger crowd than usual, from street urchins to acolytes of other Gods, all to witness the wonder of the starry night through the dome.

He’d looked forward to this night every year since he’d pledged his life to the House of Starlight and its Lord. But Darthan could not pretend he did not have his own reasons to be excited about missing it this once. He'd long been curious regarding the mystery of the White Blades. A curiosity promised satisfaction when he had been chosen as Vessel for their rite.

He wondered for a moment how the other Vessel might be faring – the House of Death seemed to him such a dour and serious place. Though, given their Mistress’ dominion, that was only natural. He’d entered the temple only once, a few years ago, to lay his own lady mother to rest. At the time the priestesses, dressed in varying shades of blue, had all been either locked in hushed conversation with their bereaved visitors or buried in books and scrolls. It had struck him as oddly peaceful and in that space, the throbbing headache he’d borne from holding back his tears and the knot of grief that plagued his throat had both come undone. And, for the first time in the days since his mother passed, he’d wept.

“You’re looking well. Ready for tonight?” Mezra said from behind him, jerking his mind from the memory. Darthan had learned not to react. The Shadow's acolytes were second only to assassins in their stealth and it was useless to pretend the skinny boy didn't know it was him by gait alone.

“I am. But if you’re fishing for information, you’ll catch nothing here.” It was instinct to glance around. Where Mezra went, Mazan followed. But the boy’s twin, as well as all other followers of the She-Wolf Moon Goddess, had gone to the Niwa Oasis just beyond the city limits to perform their own secret rituals tied to this moonless night. As he soon would. “Run along, Mez, and stay out of trouble.”

Darthan did not waver or hesitate as he strode through the temple and out into the waiting crowd that spilled into the street; those not here for the wonder of the temple itself but to participate in what little of the assassin’s ceremony was open to the public.

Just beyond the crowd a clearing had been made by the masked members of the Order, ominous in their plain robes and masks. They would spill no blood tonight but the death dealers were still feared enough to create a deterrence. Within the clearing a piebald mare stood tall and proud, fitted with gilded reins.

Praise and petals were thrown about as he made his way towards the mount, aimed at the face they imagined behind the mask. A thousand glories, My Lord! Keep me in my journey to Palik, Lord! Bless my son, Lord! The words began to meld into a chorus of devotion, and as the sky to the west darkened, Darthan felt a weight come with it, a reassurance that rang in his bones. The power of his God.

☼

The young woman glanced from her window on the second floor of the temple, across the dusk painted rooftops of the Dasari quarter, to the assassin’s keep. The wave of apprehension she had expected she might feel did not come. In this she was not Zinam the orphan, there could be no room for old fears of inadequacy. All stood equal before her Lady, and she had been chosen as Vessel.

A cool breeze drifted through the wood lattice window and pulled lightly at the white sheet which had been draped over the polished silver of her mirror. It did not move but she could not help but turn to stare at it, as if she might pierce the gauze, curious at whatever might gaze back.

The soft shuffle of feet drew her attention – as was intended, she knew, for the residents of the keep were trained to walk in absolute silence. A figure shrouded in loose white robes and a white mask with only slits for eyes, bowed at the hip, “It is time.”

The Vessel stood, squaring her shoulders. The markings which had been painted onto her nude form vanished from sight as her sister acolytes clothed her in a finely woven, sleeveless slip of a grey dress. A veil of the same material was draped over her chestnut hair, the pearls sewn onto its hem framing her face. She lifted from the table a long golden handle, the end of which held a skull mask which she set over her face before leaving. Two acolytes followed the Vessel, holding the excess of her veil above the ground as she walked out into the balcony that looked over the courtyard at the temple's front.

Down below, more masked figures from the keep had gathered to give their tithe. The large open square was flanked by pillars on which enchanted incense was burnt; soothing scents which sapped the fright and terror from all those who stepped foot into the House of Death. It had been this smell that had first called Ziman to the temple and where, in her Lady’s embrace, she had slept peacefully for the first time since she had lost her home. She did not glance at the contents of the wooden chests which had been laid out on the grey stones when she passed by them. Only nodded a small bow at the assassins before she went ahead of them towards the temple gates.

It was not the practice of this God or Her followers to accept offering from those who wished to cheat fate, such a thing was both futile and risked an insult to the Lady. But those who dealt death – executioners, butchers, and assassins – and those who fell under Her shared dominion – seafarers, witches and warriors – were considered kin followers to Her devotees. It was customary they contribute to the upkeep of the temples.

Of these the assassins – key figures in a city where the noble houses and guilds had blood feuds stretching back two thousand years – were the largest financial contributors. It was more than enough. The Lady did not share many of the other Gods' love for pomp and spectacle. In this She was an odd match for the bestial God of Spring, Lord of the Southern Winds, who too kept a more modest temple. Or so the Vessel had heard from the butchers who gave tithe there and here as kin followers of both. She stepped from the temple, passed the iron-wrought gates and the perimeter of lemon trees, into the cobbled streets.

The shift in scent brought a second of hesitation but she steeled herself once more, whispering behind the mask the familiar meditation: The Silver Star is my guide, my hand She holds, Her blade my shield, Her heart my tomb. She is the End of all. She will shall spare no king, shun no beggar, pardon no priests and condemn no blasphemers. At Her feet even Gods shall fall.

A crowd had gathered though none dared to look upon her even as they murmured prayers. Besides the dozen masked figures, it appeared the procession was to be escorted by a contingent of city watchmen. The guards were not followers of the Lady or Her Husband. The Vessel wondered if they had come on behalf of one of their patrons. She was gently lifted onto a white stallion, careful not to show her face, and from her mount took in the road ahead as the last minutes of sunset stretched over the city in a medley of pink and orange.

For a moment a deep silence fell, so complete it was broken only by the cry of river birds, the huffing of her horse and the distant bustle which told her that across the city, the other Vessel had also just emerged from his House. She waited. Seconds slowed as night descended with a palpable presence. The echoing toll of bells rang out and with it, the Vessel surrendered all she was to the God of Death.

Does it count even if Rhysand or Nesta don't really appear yet? I hope so

@rhystaappreciationweekend

[reashot]

Aurum The Dragonslayer. (1/2)

Several years after the defeat of Salem and two decades before Aurum met Jaune's younger self. Tells a story of how Aurum became known as the Dragonslayer.

First born of Jaune and Yang, two great heroes during the war against Salem. Born into this world weak and small, many did not expect him to survive childhood but to everyone's surprise he did not only survive past it but grew up to be bigger and stronger as time went on. Now in his sixteen years of age he towers over his peers and most adults. His skill with a sword surpasses many renowned warriors of his time.

And now embarking on a quest he can be seen walking into a seedy tavern out in the middle of nowhere in order to fulfill his quest. Aurum opens the wooden door of the bar to walk inside the tavern. The loud metallic stomp from his boots caused all eyes inside the bar to turn on him. To see what kind of fool that would dare to visit this den of ill repute.

And to their surprise and delight they indeed saw a fool. They saw a fool wearing full body armor from head to toe.

"Thine looking for a guide across the western mountain." Thus speak the armored fool.

The patrons however paid Aurum no mind and continued with their day drinking.

"Thy liege. King Ozcar has given thine a royal writ. That states any subjects of the kingdom must render aid when asked to by the recipient." He proudly exclaims his royal authority to a room full of drunken degenerates.

When Aurum mentioned the monarch Ozcar. Instead of bowing in reference to their superior. The patrons just ignored him even harder. For there's not a lot of love for the monarchy this far out in the wild.

At first he does not understand why these "fine" people did not try to help him. Aurum may be a master of the blade but reading the room is not one of his expertise. So if appealing to their sense of fealty did not work he would try to appeal to their avarice instead. "Of course Thine would not expect for thee to toil for free. Thine is willing to offer adequate reward if thou are willing to help thine out."

Their head starts to turn to the direction of the Knight after the mention of a reward.

"Thine needed a guide. For thine wishes to go to face the dragon Tiamat."

The tavern that was once as silent as the grave erupted at the mention of Tiamat.

"Are you insane!" The first shout rang.

"You can't kill Tiamat!" The second explained the absurdity of Aurum's statement.

"Get the F**k out of here!" The third one explains what the patrons wanted out of the Knight.

Then after that they just throw insults and slurs like questioning the sexuality of the Knight. When that was not enough the patrons started throwing things at Aurum From foods to beer bottles. Fortunately this is where having an armor actually comes in useful. He didn't even need to activate his Aura as the bottle simply broke upon contact.

"Art thou done with thy foolishness?" Aurum calmly states as all manners of debris clutter the floor near him and on his self.

"How much you paying?" One dissenting voice comes from the back corner of the room. The man sitting in the corner is a lot older than he is, probably the same age as his father. He also wore a suit of armor albeit tattered and dirty unlike Aurum's shiny golden armor. But Aurum notices that the man sitting is also a warrior like himself by the looks of it and he has probably been in a few fights himself.

Aurum walks towards the corner of the room to meet the person. "Two millions Lien. If thou accept thine request then thine will give thee half and the rest afterwards."

The amount that was offered caused an immediate shift in the atmosphere inside the tavern. "Two millions... Why so generous, sir knight?"

"Thine would not asketh thou to risk thy life on a pittance." Aurum simply stated.

"How very noble of you, sir knight. Very well we will depart immediately." The man grabbed his glass and immediately down the entire thing.

Some times later.

"So, sir knight I was wondering?" The guide subtly gesturing to the Knight behind him.

"Thou may ask thine a question." Aurum gives him permission.

"Thank you, sir knight. May I ask who I currently have the pleasure of conversing with? Because we were not properly introduced back there."

"Very well thy suppose thou deserve to know. Thine name is Aurum Arc. Son of Jaune Arc.

"You're Jaune's son?" The guide was surprised upon hearing Jaune's name.

"Thou knoweth my father?" Aurum's eyes widened.

"You have no idea... Still. He became a hero and he had a kid? Good for him I guess."

"What was thine father were like back then?" Aurum asked the guide again.

"... I'm sorry I can't."

"Prithee tell thine why not?"

"Because there's no use in telling someone who's about to die." The guide then loudly whistles.

Aurum immediately stands at the ready preparing for what comes next. At first he saw one person appearing from the bush, then two, three, four until finally there were twelve of them. All of them are more dirty and tattered than the last. Noticing that he is now surrounded he finally draws his sword while the rogues cackle in the background.

[from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras]

It’s fairly common to see people think/write about Merry’s continuing friendship with Éowyn and, to a lesser extent, Éomer…but what about Elfhelm???

Merry had to recognize that it was only due to Elfhelm’s forbearance that he and Éowyn ever made it to Gondor and had their chance to do their great deeds. He was conscious of the “understanding” that Elfhelm enforced, whereby he and all of his men chose to ignore Dernhelm and Merry’s presence. He knew that going against the wishes of your monarch is a big deal, so he’d be aware of the risk that Elfhelm took on his behalf. And Elfhelm would obviously have heard the big tale of the slaying of the Witch King and how only little Merry, alone among all the men nearby, was able to rise to the aid of Éowyn and strike a decisive blow that helped to save someone that Elfhelm would have known for the better part of her life, seen her grow up, obviously felt very fondly toward or he wouldn’t have helped her, probably felt very responsible for since she was only on that battlefield in the first place due to Elfhelm’s own actions. So these two were meant to be friends!!!

Surely there was a time after the Pelennor Fields and before everyone went back to Rohan when the two of them found themselves sitting next to each other in a tavern in Minas Tirith, Elfhelm turns to Merry and says “Well, if it isn’t Master Bag! Good to see you healthy and back on your feet!” and then they proceed to talk for 3 straight hours because Elfhelm is very interested in the Shire and Merry loves gossip (which Elfhelm has a ton of) and they both have Thoughts and Opinions about the son of the steward making moves on Éowyn. And then when they get up to leave for the night and are standing alone in the street before going back to their respective rooms, slightly tipsy and with a lot of feelings and trauma brimming just under their happy-go-lucky surfaces, they have a very emotional conversation where Merry thanks Elfhelm for helping him fulfill his potential and Elfhelm thanks Merry for helping to save Éowyn and now they’re bros for life?

Where’s that?

[dragonsdendoodles]

tell us about your medieval au‼️ (if you wanna :3)

Hehehehehe so

In case anyone didn’t know, this is a direct result of me inputting these characters into The Sims Medieval, a game from 2011 (nice) that is WAY too chaotic for what it is. For those who haven’t played it, you can only have ten playable sims per file (sorry Olive and Claire) and all of them have different jobs and they go on quests together sometimes. They also cannot all be added at the same time, so I decided basically when I started this that what happened was that everyone got Umbrella Academy season 2’ed and have all just kind of been plopped in at a different time and left to fend for themselves. They all already know each other, they have been stolen directly from their books. So here is a list of everyone’s jobs, other sims I have added or plan to add as NPCs, and some shenanigans that have actually happened in this game.

Miss Peregrine - Monarch. All hail Lady Alma the Great. She is the queen and is the best queen in the kingdom of Peculiardom and also no one else is allowed to be in charge ever.

Jacob - Jacoban Priest. Yes that is what the religion is actually called, and yes that is why he had to be that. He fucking hates it. He hated being famous, imagine having the same name as the figurehead of an entire religion in a time period where people are more likely to at the VERY least call you a reincarnation and put you in charge of a church than call it coincidence. Because the Jacoban faith is the scary, “you will go to hell” of the two, I’ve decided it’s only considered “intense” because what Jacob actually does instead of preaching is trauma dump about Caul, and he was taken from his story early enough to not be able to do that without physically shaking.

Emma - Wizard. Only one of them was allowed to have their powers still and I decided Emma might die without hers.

Millard - Physicist. Because he’s the smart one.

Bronwyn - Peteran Priest. If the other church is going to be known for being “the nice one” of the two, Bronwyn’s being put in charge. Jacob and Bronwyn are the only two members of opposite religions to not despise each other and everyone else is incredibly confused.

Enoch - Spy. It was that or wizard. And Emma already took that one. So now he’s pretending to be really badass when in reality he’s in a private room in the castle smacking a training dummy with the flat part of his sword he is horrendous at using.

Horace - Blacksmith. The closest I could get to anything fashion related. He also hates it, but mostly because he’s a scrawny-ass twink (me too buddy it’s okay) and being a blacksmith takes muscle he does not have and also it’s messy and also Enoch gets to live at the castle and he doesn’t.

Olive (to be added) - Princess. I spent a full hour learning how to mod this incredibly breakable game because I learned I wasn’t going to be able to play as Olive and for some reason I guess people in medieval times just. Didn’t adopt children. So Olive gets to go with Miss Peregrine, because she deserves it.

Claire (to be added) - Princess. Same deal as Olive. The best princesses in all of Peculiardom. (I haven’t actually tested if the game even with the mods will let me give them both to Perekoo, so if not Olive can be the Princess and I’ll give Claire to Emwyn so she can be a Lil’ Prioress.)

Hugh - Bard. Just because I thought it fit. It was very unfortunate that they made him live in the tavern before I had Fiona though.

Fiona - Merchant. I wanted her to sell flowers.

Noor (to be added) - Knight. Being the only peculiar actually willing to be in the war, I thought it fit her pretty well.

Miss Cuckoo - Royal Advisor. Because the game’s tutorial immediately asked me if Miss Peregrine was a lesbian, and I knew what had to be done.

Julius (to be added) - Merchant. (The NPC kind.) Purely because @carmine-golde said I should add him so Enoch can have someone to absolutely despise.

Lilly - Nurse. Because I don’t think I can do Fughllard (sigh) and I’ve always really liked Lilly. So she can work with Millard.

Ricky (to be added) - Merchant. (Also the NPC kind.) Because there’s already a Merchant Ricky the game generated on its own, and I need to find him again and customize him so we can have Ricky back.

Now, a list of things that have actually happened in this save file, and may or may not be drawn at some point:

That time Enoch and Emma killed a man while Horace was maybe thirty feet away, an event I can only imagine sounded like “HEY BABE WATCH THIS” CRUNCH

Millard walking into Bronwyn’s sermon to say hi to her and Emma, then leaving the millisecond he realized it was church

Jacob’s sermons being entirely composed of treating the congregation like a therapy group (Hugh and Enoch show up sometimes for moral support)

Emma needing to heal the big magical deadly pit beast (sound familiar?) and Jacob’s quest line literally being titled “And I’m involved in this… how?”

Enoch doing half a spy mission hungover, which was entirely Horace’s fault

That time Millard was flirted with by five separate women and still didn’t get the hint

Enoch being put in the stocks twice for failing to pickpocket somebody unnoticed, the second time after drinking an invisibility potion that was still active

That time Miss Peregrine said in the game itself, after receiving a bird as a gift, “When I was a kid I wanted to be a bird when I grew up. This is the next best thing!” (Miss P I’m so sorry)

Emma and Bronwyn kissing completely unprompted

Enoch and Horace spending multiple hours kissing completely unprompted when they had actual things they needed to be doing and also were very much in public

Hugh playing the lute while people were being shoved into the death pit

Enoch being very bad at using a sword. At this point I’m convinced he doesn’t even use the sharp bit of the blade I think he just beats the shit out of people with the flat edge like a baseball bat

Emma walking up to Miss Cuckoo and completely unapologetically apologizing for fireballing a guy in the face (he was fine)

Fiona walking up to Enoch at the war strategy table (where he literally ALWAYS is) and him immediately telling her about the people he tortures information out of for his job

[tschulijulesjulie]

I need book recommendations please. I read captive prince and I’m losing my mind.

ooooh gladly!

so first of all, nothing really compares to CaPri, however i do have some - imo - very good recommendations that might have similar vibes.

The Kingdoms by Natasha Pulley - historical (18th and 19th century) Fantasy. Amnesia and time-travelling, with a veeeery Laurent-coded love interest.

The Scottish Boy by Alex De Campi - historical (14th century) Captive/Prisoner and (reluctant) man who has to hold him captive, secret identity, political schemes, revenge, war

Solomons Crown by Natasha Siegel - historical (12th century), Crown Prince of England (Richard Lionheart) and King of France (Philipp II) falling in love despite their countries being enemies, political schemes, strained family relationship to the point of going to war against family members, allies to enemies to allies again

A Taste of Gold and Iron by Alexandra Rowland - not my personal favourite but still good, Fabtasy, outstanding non-european-centric world-building, anxiety rep, queer-normative, Disgraced Prince and his guard(s) having to uncover a political intrigue that could dethrown his sister, the monarch, nightly shenenigans in taverns while hiding their identity, forced proximity, kinda co-dependent relationship

Winters Orbit by Everina Maxwell - SciFy, Prince has to marry the widow of his cousin for diplomatic reasons who then gets accused of having killed his first husband, political intrigue, past abuse

Fence by CS Pacat and Johanna the Mad - graphic novels, sports (fencing), YA?, might be an entirely different setting but the character dynamics are reminiscent of CaPri/ you can tell Pacats writing

The Aeneid by Virgil - the great Roman epic. to this day im convinced Pacat might have drawn some inspiration from this (or possibly the Odyssee and the Iliad)

I hope that helps. Thank you for your ask!

[little-shadow-club]

what do you think Bellion does besides standing around, talking sometimes and fighting? trying to imagine him doing anything is so hard for me..

I think for the most part he would spend his time training and teaching other shadows how to fight just so no one is unprepared when Jinwoo has to call them out to fight. However another trait that I think suits him the most is reminicense? What I mean to say is that he, having been a long time shadow, one of the first and closes to the monarchs, I think he would try to find a way to preserve records of his own expiriences in war or just about the king he has/is serving. Maybe he would write up biografies in the mean time or learn about the lives of the other shadows before they integrated into the army of the dead.

There is this quote from the book that I'm paraphrasing here, or maybe its an implied element in the story itself im not sure, but it said that all the shadows became more human as they spend more time under Jinwoo. So it got me thinking that these things, as well as even the whole fighting and training, would be a fairly recent thing for Bellion, just as maths was for Igris and (K drama or Beru lol). Maybe before Jinwoo they really just acted like shadows, moving around and never having much of conciousness of their own unless when called to battle. I think Bellioon might have been the most 'shadow-like' as well considering how since birth the only things fruits from the world tree are meant to be is just new soldiers.

But maybe post his reurection and the management of Jinwoo, Bellion kinda understood how the memories of the past might be useful in their own way. While he doesnt seem like the kind of guy either to make meticulous notes on everything (frankly thats a more Igris thing) I do think he would be like the one to keep a hold of a tavern of secrets, personal acnedotes adn stories because of how much the other shadows respect him... when they are outside of duty at least. Like the thought of Bellion sharing a few cups with some of the other angels that have gone through many wars with him from the very start, idk kinda fits him for me.

Another weird headcanon I see him doing is him being surprisingly good with kids, and only because said kid is is Suho and Bellion enables literally every antic the child has.

[doctor-direst]

I am so curious to know what people dress as when they go to Renaissance Festivals in the fall so TELL ME!!

[musicbyrikm]

Amery, live at The Monarch Tavern in Toronto, August 2024

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[0w0whatisthis]

Epilogue tokenssssssssssss our friend free @inevitablyuncertain and our friend Ulli @mickeymagpie

A mom and a monarch walk back into their tavern….

[kleiser]

[sterina-sims]

Sul sul! I'm living for your medieval charter posts. Could you please explain how the challenge works? And possibly how to set up such a flawless medieval style neighborhood? Thank you 😃

Sul sul! 😊 Thank you so much! I'm thrilled that you're enjoying my medieval charter posts. Ok, this is a daunting question, but I'll do my best to explain how the challenge works!

How the Challenge Works

First off, here's the MTS thread from the original creator of the challenge. I've also re-uploaded the document here for convenience/easy reading.

The Medieval Charter Challenge is all about building a medieval-style community from the ground up. You start with a small group of sims and gradually expand your neighborhood, adding different types of lots and families as you meet specific goals. Here's a quick rundown:

Create Your Founders: In CAS, create a Royal Steward (single Sim; they won't be played until a monarch is crowned), 4 peasant families, 2 yeoman families, and 1 gentry family (the head of this household will be the Squire). Move any secondary adult males into their own homes within the same social station, and assign farming and artisan trades accordingly. Create 1 group of 4-8 adult males (military barracks) and another of 4-8 adult females (almshouse), as a pool of eligible sims for marriage.

Seasonal Play and Taxes: Play each family for one season, stopping at the first Quarter Day (this is the first day of a season) to assess and pay taxes, tithes, rent, fees, and fines to the Royal Steward using Christianlov’s Wallet Controller.

Growing Your Settlement: Track the Treasury Funds. When the total reaches $5000, add a communal well, village green, and hedge tavern. At $8000, add a church with a cemetery and a weekly market.

Leveling Up: The levels are as follows: settlement (starting point) -> hamlet -> village -> town -> charter city. Each level has fiscal and infrastructural requirements, as seen above. As you continue through the challenge, you collect enough taxes to build the necessary lots and add more families, thereby growing the settlement. The challenge is completed once you reach the level of charter city and crown a monarch.

Setting up Your Medieval Hood

Use the Lot Bin: With regards to building, create 1 peasant hovel, 1 yeoman house/farm, 1 gentry manor, and so on. Save these residential lots to the Lot Bin for future instances when you'll need the required type of home. There is A LOT of building that goes with the challenge, so save yourself the trouble by doing this. The lots can be personalized for each household afterwards.

Communal Spaces (pro tip!): This is my nth time doing this challenge, and so, I suggest staring off with a village green or communal well (or both). It goes against the original MCC rules, but I say this because it gives your sims can have a place to meet and mingle with other settlers, and a break from monotony of staring at the same four walls.

Hood Decor: Hood decor is truly fabulous and can completely change the look of your neighborhood. I would suggest deco grass, deco rocks and cliffs, deco fields and/or flower fields, especially if excessive tree use slows down your game.

Custom Content: Invest in some good medieval custom content, including clothing, furniture, and architecture. Sites like Plumb Bob Keep, Mod The Sims, and Tumblr creators have lots of medieval-themed downloads. I have listed the majority of the mods, hacks, and custom content on my side blog's resource page.

I hope this helps you get started! Feel free to ask if you have more questions, and I'd love to see your progress if you decide to give it a try. Happy simming! 😃

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Mason Hewitt - College of Lore Bard

Bards of the College of Lore know something about most things, collecting bits of knowledge from sources as diverse as scholarly tomes and peasant tales. Whether singing folk ballads in taverns or elaborate compositions in royal courts, these bards use their gifts to hold audiences spellbound. When the applause dies down, the audience members might find themselves questioning everything they held to be true, from their faith in the priesthood of the local temple to their loyalty to the king. The loyalty of these bards lies in the pursuit of beauty and truth, not in fealty to a monarch or following the tenets of a deity. A noble who keeps such a bard as a herald or advisor knows that the bard would rather be honest than politic.

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