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[a-collection-of-villainous-aus]

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Acylius says, tadaaa guess you got to see my bird form after all.

Acylius quickly sat Amadeus on one of the seating rims of the stone tree stump, if he’d known Amadeus couldn’t swim he’d never have used his magic...or otherwise to toss him in like that.

He searched him over, his hands now were so massive that Amadeus’s head more than

Easily fit into the dip of his palm, the man was a mass of feathers and a looming shadow in comparison, his fingers pressed gently against Amadeus’s lips and glowed, drawing out what water that had made it into his lungs, he made sure to be extremely careful. It had been a long time since someone had found him and he’d had to make use of his skills as a doctor.

When the smaller being gasped he let out a sigh of relief after all he’d never had to tend to someone of Amadeus’s species before, not because he wouldn’t have but there wasn’t much known about his kind and none of them had ever come to him for help before, by the time he’d ever had to tend to one was because he was told to do an autopsy on whatever remains there were.

He stared at Amadeus a moment, running a hand over him and finding his heart beat he felt each one, a peculiar unusual rhythm that he found fascinating.

Amadeus stared up at him, his eyes wide, there he was, Lord Acylius Flug, the creature who had disappeared, believed dead, it really was him, this being had been practically a legend three hundred years ago, only a statue in the town where he’d come from and a few books in the library. His statue with its spread wings and arms held out in a position that showed he was ready to carry you anywhere had been his shelter, even on the coldest nights, curled up between its feet it had radiated warmth.

Now he was here being looked over by him, looked after by him, so far if he was honest Acylius was nothing like he’d imagined him...and he found he didn’t mind...but on the other hand...

“Are you crazy, you threw me in there without even knowing I could swim, with my clothes on which are now water logged, are you completely out of your mind!”

Hat snapped, folding his arms and huffing at him, still trying to hide the slight blush, maybe he thought he looked rather fetching in this form but he wasn’t going to say that, especially after what he’d just done and he’d told Acylius already he wasn’t a fanatic, he didn’t want him getting the wrong idea.

He did look though when Acylius pulled back a little and even though he couldn’t see the awkward smile due to the angle of his now avian features he could see the somewhat guilty smile with how those four black eyes creased.

Watching as Acylius worried his hands a little only to spread out his hands and sheepishly say

“Tadaaa I uh , guess you got to see my bird form after all...I am sorry for doing that though, I really should have asked the fault is entirely mine.”

Amadeus had been on the verge of replying when he saw Acylius continue to rise to the surface, a moment ago he’d seen only his head and shoulders, the rest was submerged in water until Acylius was standing on the waters surface.

Amadeus’s heart skipped a beat as Acylius kept his gaze on him....

Black Hat learned the statue was in fact far smaller than the man himself, swallowing thickly he wondered what was about to happen, wincing and shielding himself as Acylius bowed and gently took one small hand.

“Allow me to introduce myself properly, it is the least I can do after being so rude and putting your life in possible danger. My name is Lord Acylius Flug, retired doctor and Legion demon, though personally for you if you have ailments I will do my best to attend to them though I know very little about your kind...”

Amadeus knew that already but hearing it from him, and how he held himself, he could see why others had been drawn to him, of course the first thing out of his mouth was

“Are you holy, you’re walking on water?”

He wanted to throw himself back in the water and stay at the bottom, so of course he was surprised when he heard the Legion laughing warmly

“On the contrary my fellow, I am half human and half demon, the very real sad case of such a thing is , I will die of old age, but not by human standards, thankfully frailty has not found me yet, though I suppose holiness simply depends perhaps on what you consider divine...”

Placing a hand upon Amadeus’s Hat he blessed him with the ability for the time being to sink as deep as he wanted into the water and breathe under it if he so wished.

“You will not drown now, but if you don’t remove your clothing I can’t exactly tend to you with the deep massage you’re clearly in need of.”

Hat was trembling all over, not from fear, but the magic he’d felt coursing through him, it was similar to the warmth the statue gave off, it made him realize in a way Acylius had never left the people of the town.

“You...you did something to your statue so people could find comfort in it, not to give them what they wanted but what they needed...from the heart.”

“You’re the first one in all these years to figure that out you know...so let me make you a different offer for allowing you to stay...

Omg getting some of these in was a right pain

Part one

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[pengweng-quack]

Being a Witch with Vampires

Carlisle Cullen x Witch!OC

Summary: Stella (A witch) and Carlisle (A vampire), and how they blossomed from roommates to friends(?) to partners

Chapter 7/7

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7

Notes:

This was inspired by this fanfic on tumblr by lis-likes-fics titled "In My Defense, I Was Left Unsupervised"

This is also on Ao3 under the same title and same username too if you'd like to read it there (https://archiveofourown.org/works/53448940)

This is officially the final chapter, and thank you so so so much for the support that you've given this series

I will probably post some other stuff firsts before the other Carlisle series that I have been working on, so leave a follow if you're interested

Thank you so much! No words can explain what I feel for each and every one of you <3

Word Count: 3930 words

TW for this chapter: Smut

Timeline: After Breaking Dawn

Masterlist

~2007~

“Are we grandparents now?” Stella asked Carlisle while the two was in bed, hearing Renesmee play with Emmett and Jasper, hearing their giggles and laughs and screams as they seem to be having a pirate roleplay presentation for the other Cullens

“Why do you think so?” Carlisle asked

“I don’t know, we’ve always considered those five as sort of our kids, and you know, Edward and Bella have their own kid now so does that make us her grandparents?” Stella explained her point

“Mi amor, we’re not even married.” Carlisle answered with a small chuckle. They’ve always said that they’re married to the world, but has never really done anything to legalize it

The world knew her as Stella Cullen, but in reality, she was still Stella Allicere. Carlisle knew that he should change that by now.

It’s about time that she actually becomes his Stella Cullen.

“Everyone.” Edward called as Emmett, Renesmee, and Jasper was about to bow for their performance “I think Carlisle’s gonna propose.”

“What?!” Everyone shrieked in either shock, confusion, or excitement

“Yeah, he’s considering it after Stella asked if they’re grandparents.” Edward answered to everyone

“A wedding!” Alice said excitedly, clapping with a huge grin on her face

“We’re not getting married.” Carlisle announced, walking out the room with his hand around Stella’s waist “We’re doing something else.”

“He’ll be offering himself to me.”

~~

The setup was ready. Stella was anxious, if not, more anxious that Carlisle. He was calm, just watching as her and Sam was setting up the finishing touches of the ritual

“You don—

“I want to do this mi amor.” Carlisle said, kissing the temples of her head “But if you think that today isn’t the right time, then we can postpone. I can wait for an eternity for you.”

“But I don’t want you to wait.” Stella murmured “I just want you to be safe.”

“After all that has happened in our 287 years of being together, I am not letting you go anymore.” Carlisle declared

“Well?” Sam asked the couple “Are you ready?”

Stella looked at Carlisle, nothing but a content smile on his face. The kids were watching just outside the circle of salt, all were giving thumbs up to the couple.

He was excited, he was ready.

And that made her ready too.

“Ego Samuel Vi, benedictus superis, ut ligaturam darem Carlisle Cullen et Stella Allicere (I, Samuel Vi, have been blessed by the gods above to grant the binding of Carlisle Cullen and Stella Allicere).” Sam chanted, looking at the two with a smile on his face

“Beata potestate a dis facere ut (Blessed with the power from the gods to make them as one).” He continued, going and looking down on the book of bindings to for the flow

“Carlisle, announce your offers.” Sam instructed

“I am Carlisle Cullen,” Carlisle introduced, making Stella laugh “I may not have much as what others could offer you. But I promise to offer you the entirety of me. I promise to offer you eternal happiness. I will be whatever you need me to be. And I will be by your side for all of eternity.”

“Nunc nos invitamus ad magicam Stella Allicere ut eius oblationem exeat vel recipiat vel neget (We now invite for the magic within Stella Allicere to come out and accept or deny his offering).” Sam said. Carlisle got a wave of nervousness hit him, he thought that it was Stella that would accept or deny, not her magic

A wave of red flew out of Stella, it was a version of her. Ghostly, but so beautiful. She was always so beautiful, no matter what she is.

“I have heard a lot about you, Carlisle Cullen.” The ghost talked, a bored expression on its face

“You’ve caused her pain.”

“You made her wait too long.”

“You made her fend for herself too much.”

“You treated her as if she was weak.”

The ghost was listing everything that could be used against him. Did Stella actually feel of those? He got nervous, thinking that maybe he didn’t think this thoroughly through.

“Yet her heart calls for you.” The ghost countered from everything she listed “Not once have I seen a witch’s heart call for a vampire like you.”

“As the magic within Stella Allicere, I accept your offer to be her mate.” The ghost announced before flying back in Stella

Carlisle felt at ease, it was done. It was over.

They were as one now.

“Accepta tua oblatio, nunc te unum voco. Stella Allicere, tu nunc Stella Cullen (Having accepted your offer, I now call you one. Stella Allicere, you are now Stella Cullen).” Sam said with a gleeful grin on his face, closing the book of bindings

“In normal weddings, with the powers bested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife, you may now kiss the bride.” He continued, getting Carlisle to pull Stella and give her a deep kiss

The magic accepted him. Stella was at ease.

“I love you.” Stella murmured as they pull away from each other

“My turn for a proper wedding!” Alice said, clapping in excitement. Stella and Carlisle looked at each other

They couldn’t care less how extravagant Alice will do for their wedding, all they cared is now they get to call themselves husband and wife.

~~

Stella and Carlisle were making their way back near where the ceremony will be, the same place where Edward and Bella got married. They’ve given Alice their full support that she’s to manage the wedding preparation, too intoxicated with each other to even help in any preparation.

They’ve spent a week at a nearby cottage that Carlisle bought for them and was now just coming back to the main house to see what has happened in their week absence.

“Does no one here see a vision?” Alice yelled, watching as Jasper and Emmett tries to fix the place where they will have the ceremony

“Alice,” Carlisle called, a fond smile on his face “Give your brother and mate a rest.”

“Let her be,” Stella lightly scolded him, placing her hand on his chest “Those two definitely does not have a vision though.”

“We can here you mom!” Emmett yelled, causing the five to be quiet

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it to—

“My son!” Stella yelled, running to tackle Emmett in a tight hug

No one among them has called Stella ‘mom’ before, only in public to put up an act. It was a shock, a sudden burst that came out of nowhere. It wasn’t unwanted, but was certainly welcomed. She did see them as her kids already.

“Hell yeah!” Emmett cheered, hugging Stella back tightly

“So, can we start calling you mom now?” Jasper asked behind them

“Yeah, everyone has been dying to call you mom already.” Edward said, joining them outside, Bella and Renesmee behind him “We thought it would be Rosalie that would fold and call you mom, or Jasper.”

“Did you bet who was gonna slip and call her mom first?” Carlisle asked, amused with the kids’ odd bets

“Yeah, there was a 5000-dollar bet that Jasper will go first.” Edward listed, excited to share what had been going behind the couple’s back

“There was a 4000-dollar bet that Rosalie was gonna be first to say it.” He continued

“There was a 2500-dollar bet that Emmett was gonna slip up and say it.” Rosalie added, going outside and joining them

“I think 700 for me. It wasn’t as high as the three, but I was following them.” Edward continued

“I told them that I already knew who was gonna slip up so I just didn’t join, but I did want to call you mom just as much as they do already.” Alice giggled as Stella moved back to be next to Carlisle, resting her head on his shoulders

“Well, I think you owe them 2500, mister.” Stella said, a grin on her face as she playfully looked at Emmett before he groaned and pulled out his wallet. Everyone fell into a line, waiting to receive their 2500 from Emmett

“Why they’d bet like that when their dad is loaded amuses me.” Stella said, before everyone looked at the two, shock looks on their faces

“What is it?” Carlisle asked, curious with the kids’ sudden shock

“You just made us lose!” Emmett yelled in shock, before laughing hard

“Did you also bet who was gonna call Carlisle ‘dad’ too?” Stella asked, amused with their reactions

“We thought it was gonna be Edward.” Jasper answered “Like 15000 was all on Edward that he was gonna call Carlisle ‘dad’ first.”

“Give some respect to your dad.” Stella playfully scolded, giggling like crazy. She felt Carlisle’s hand find its way to her waist, resting as he watches the kids in amusement

Their kids.

“Technically,” Stella said, raising her pointing finger with a matter-of-fact tone “I didn’t call him dad, I do call him—

“We do not want to hear about you and dad’s sex life!” Rosalie yelled, covering her ears like a little child. They all looked at her, laughing as she slipped up

“Damn it!” She could only yell in reply

Carlisle and Stella could only laugh as Rosalie rushes in the house to grab the 15000 dollars that was promised, begrudgingly giving it to Edward.

“Okay!” Alice said, clapping her hands together “Now that you’re all here, you can go and help me with the wedding preparations.”

“Go help your sister out,” Carlisle told them before moving his eyes to Stella, eyeing her from top to bottom “Me and my wife-to-be is gonna enjoy some few moments—

“Ew!” Emmett yelled, covering her ears again “We do not want to hear what you and mom do in the cottage.”

“Mr. Cullen, don’t terrorize our kids like that.” Stella teased, lightly slapping Carlisle’s chest but using her pointing finger to trail down his torso

Carlisle made eye contact with Stella, her grey eyes looking at him seductively. Her body was calling for him, every inch of her needing and calling for every inch of him.

And that made his pants a bit tighter than how it was

“We will be in the cottage, call us when the pre-wedding preparations are over.” Carlisle said, his hands tightly on Stella’s waist “You know who to invite.”

(Smut Scene)

The two didn’t hear what they were gonna say next, as Carlisle picked her up bridal style and rushed to the cottage and into their bedroom. Where Carlisle carefully placed her down the bed, his eyes on her like a predator on his prey.

“I need you.” Carlisle murmured, removing the shirt that he had to wear in visiting the main house, Stella watched as his cold tone body was revealed, making her gulp.

What a masterpiece.

Carlisle crawled to the bed, making his way to be on top of Stella, his hands slowly making its way on Stella’s waist, playing with the hem of her top before fully removing it, giving him more access to her skin.

“How you managed to keep me outside when you’re this ravishing astonishes me.” Carlisle whispered, indulging himself and leaving shallow bite marks on Stella’s shoulders, getting the witch to let out whimpers of pleasure. He used his free hand to undo her bra, having experience from her teaching him how to undo it.

Carlisle took his time on Stella’s shoulders and neck, leaving bite marks wherever his lips land on. Such simple action, yet his beloved Stella is already moaning in pleasure. He moved down to her legs, removing the shorts and panties that were preventing Carlisle from giving more pleasure to his wife-to-be.

“Carlisle,” Stella moaned quietly “No teasing.”

“I do not intend on teasing you, my beloved.” Carlisle answered, using his two fingers to rub the wetness that was forming in Stella’s pussy around “I only intend on taking my time with you.”

“Carlisle please,” Stella breathed out. Carlisle chucked at the sight of her, he hasn’t done anything yet Stella is already crying her pleas

Carlisle slowly inserted two fingers in her, allowing her to adjust. Stella let out a moan, throwing her head back. He decided to end the slowness, increasing the speed of his fingers going in and out of her as he places his mouth on her clit, using it to stimulate more pleasure in her.

“Carlisle,” Stella breathed out, Carlisle could hear her heartbeat speeding, it meant that she was getting closer to her orgasm.

“Yes, mi amor?” Carlisle asked, pulling away from her clit, a string of saliva following as he used his other hand to stimulate her more

“C-close.” She could only mutter, deep pants coming from her mouth

“I know.” He only replied, keeping the pace of his hands on her

It didn’t take long for Stella to let out a cry of his name, her back arching in pleasure as Carlisle kept the pace of his fingers on her, even going back and placing his mouth on her clit to stimulate her freshly orgasmed pussy

“Carlisle!” Stella squealed, grabbing a handful of his hair as she grinded her pussy on his face. Carlisle welcomed it, pulling his hands away from her and wrapping it around her thighs, keeping them in place.

Carlisle decided that he was gonna force another orgasm out of her before he even thinks of his pleasure. She was getting close again, he didn’t need his vampiric senses to figure that out. Stella was chanting his name like a prayer, her grip on his hair tight and her back arched.

“Carlisle, I’m cumming!” Stella yelled, lifting her waist up in instinct. Carlisle pushed her down, making sure that he gets to ride her orgasm before he pulled away from her

“How was it, mi amor?” Carlisle asked her, looking at her face. She was panting, and anyone would clearly be able to see just how used she had been

‘To think that it’s just been two orgasms’ Carlisle thought to himself, chuckling as Stella catches her breath

Stella didn’t reply, only grabbing his hand and pulling him down the bed and making her way on top of him. Resting herself dangerously close to his cock.

“Need you.” Stella murmured, before turning around and pushing the sweatpants off the vampire, revealing his semi-hardened cock

It was now Carlisle’s turn to moan as Stella had wrapped her hand around his length, slowly stroking it for his dick to fully harden. When Stella was satisfied, he aligned his cock to her pussy, lowering herself down. They shared a moan; Stella’s head was thrown back in pleasure.

“Such a pretty sight.” Carlisle complimented, placing his hands on her waist as she started grinding on him. Moans and whimpers were coming out of Carlisle’s mouth, watching as his Stella grinds on his cock.

“Such a good girl for me.” He continued complimenting, before grabbing her waist and taking control for her grinding “You like being on top of me?”

“Mhm.” Stella nodded; her eyes closed in pleasure as she continued to follow Carlisle’s rhythm “So much.”

“Fuck,” Carlisle breathed out. The sight of her was so divine, a masterpiece.

All his.

“So close.” Carlisle whimpered “You want me to cum inside you?”

“Please.” Stella mumbled, covering her flustered face on his shoulders, her pace suddenly got faster as so her heartbeat did, it was obvious that she’s just had another orgasm. 287 years and she still make his undead heart flutter

“What’s that?” Carlisle asked again “Couldn’t hear you. Maybe you should face me so I can hear your answer, mi amor.”

“Need you to fill me up.” Stella whimpered, facing him with blushing yet fucked face, she was panting heavily, after just having another orgasm. The sight itself made Carlisle cum then and there. He didn’t expect that he wouldn’t be able to hold it a little longer, letting out a strangled moan in pleasure as he feels his release.

“I love you.” Stella murmured, resting her head on his shoulder

“Three orgasms and you’re already tired?” Carlisle teased her, picking her up and laying her down the bed, strings of his orgasm dripping out of her

“Try having three orgasms and then we’ll talk.”  Stella said in a grumpy tone, closing her eyes in an attempt to sleep

(End of Smut)

“Come on mi amor. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Carlisle said, picking her up bridal style and carrying her to the bathroom

Stella allowed him to take care of her, doing what Carlisle was asking her to do. She usually had a higher stamina when they’re having some time alone but it seemed that today was just not her day. Carlisle prepared the bath for them, making sure that it was the perfect temperature for Stella before positioning themselves in it and feeling the water on their skin.

“Is it possible for a vampire to impregnate a witch?” Stella asked quietly, her head resting softly on Carlisle’s chest

“Mi amor?” Carlisle asked quietly, he was nervous if his carelessness of pulling out have led to something else. He had no physical heart, yet he felt something was pounding his chest.

“I’m not implying anything.” Stella assured him; her eyes closed as she was enjoying the water’s temperature “Just curious on it.”

“I would assume that it’s possible.” He answered to her curiosity “Since a human and vampire can procreate, I would assume that it would be possible for us too.”

“Would you want to have one of our own?” She asked again, though quieter than how she asked her last question

“Would you be happier if we did have one of our own?” Carlisle asked her back. He was curious and concerned with the sudden baby discussions and what Stella was implying with that

“I wouldn’t—

“Then we won’t.” Carlisle answered at once “Your happiness is my concern. If you think that having a kid will make us happier and will make you more fulfilled, then I will be willing to give you as many children as your heart desires.”

“I thought, seeing Bella and Edward have Renesmee, that you would want a kid of your own.” Stella confessed “You know, it opened a possibility for us, if you’d want to face through it.”

“I would not want to see you in such pain, knowing that Iam the cause of it. I have seen it once; I would not wish to see you in pain again.” Carlisle answered, kissing the back of her head in an attempt to comfort her

“Are you sure?” Stella asked again, she was craving assurance from him

“100% sure, mi amor.” Carlisle answered earnestly “And besides, the kids consider us as their parents. I don’t know about you, but I consider them to be my kids.”

“I love you. Thank you for understanding my doubts.” Stella said, scooting closer to him

“I love you more.” Carlisle whispered, kissing the back of her head and wrapping his arm around her “Never think that you need more just for me to love you. I already do.”

~~

Almost all of Carlisle and Stella’s non-human friends were guests in their wedding, it was obvious that no one got to stop Alice from inviting them whatsoever. There were familiar faces, and less familiar faces, all were there to celebrate the long-awaited union of the two

Alice informed them just before the wedding started that they were gonna have another wedding, with only their human friends to give them a bit of normalcy in their union. And also, because she was well aware that even them have been rooting for them since forever.

After all, Carlisle gets to do the garter tradition on Stella twice, so who was he to oppose to that?

“Good evening, everyone.” Edward started, tapping into the mic before continuing “I’m Edward, you may know me as the vampire that fell for a human and led to a lot of things to happen, but that’s all behind us now.”

“We’re here today to celebrate a different union, one that everyone has waited to see since the beginning of their journey together. I, personally, have been a witness of how much of a coward Carlisle has been and just how patient Stella has been with him too.”

His comment made the audience laugh and Carlisle to roll his eyes at his playful antics. Edward looked at the two with a fond smile on his face before averting his attention to the audience.

“All teasing aside, I do want to thank Stella for having such a kind soul for staying with us. I know that becoming a mom was something you didn’t think you would fit to be, but you decided to step up and become the mother that we didn’t think we would need from our transition from humanity to eternity.”

“Carlisle is many things, but he is always Stella’s number one. His actions betrayed the words that came out of his mouth, for it spoke what his heart always yearned for. Carlisle, you may have waited centuries for a chance with your mate, but you don’t need to worry anymore, because she is now by your side until the end of our immortal lives.”

“Everyone has been a witness of their pinning, me painfully so because of my telepathy and the time that I’ve spent with them. And everyone had one hope for the both of you, and that was for you two to realize just how deep the love and respect that you have for each other.”

“I am standing here today, not just as their eldest son, but also a man that witnessed their love and how it was always bound to withstand the test of time.”

“May you be blessed to have the love that you will choose to live for every day.” Edward ended, raising his glass of blood to initiate a cheer for the newlywed

Edward went down the stage and hugged Carlisle and Stella, whispering his congratulations to the two of them. Rosalie made her way up the stage, a wide grin on her face.

“So, Edward made a long, very proper speech.” Rosalie started, getting laughter from the crowd “I intend to keep mine short, but I don’t think I will be able to summarize the 287 years of pinning that they had with each other.”

“Oh, come on.” Stella teased, playfully rolling her eyes at Rosalie

“I’ve only been with them for 74 years. But in those 74 years, not once have I doubted the love between the two of them. It was always there, though acknowledged very very late. Carlisle showed his through words, always knowing the right things to say to be Stella’s solace. And Stella showed hers through actions, making sure that Carlisle never forgets that he deserved rest just as much as the humans did. Both subtle yet screamed what their hearts wanted to say.”

“I wish I was as poetic as Edward.” Rosalie joked, getting the married couple to chuckle at her comment “But we really do wish nothing more but your complete happiness in your life as an officially married couple.”

“Congratulations! And finally, you’re married.” Rosalie ended, clapping because she was right

Finally, they were married.

Carlisle and Stella looked at each other as Rosalie went down the stage, a fond smile forming on their faces, before sharing a kiss. Getting the audience to cheer and yell for them.

The kiss was soft, it was gentle.

It was everything that summarized their 287 years of pinning.

@kisekihany

[choccy-zefirka]

Rook Comparisons: Stupid Edition!

The more "Rook is stupid /derogatory" posts I see, the more Rooks that are ASBS (Assigned Stupid By Society) I am going to make and put through the Overcome Your Insecurities Journey. For example, here's four of them!

Beata Ingellvar is ASBS because of her hobbies (fashion and makeup) and pink femme aesthetic. The fact that she's a rare dwarf in a predominantly mage organization does not help any. Heavily inspired by Elle Woods in Legally Blonde, she joins the Mourn Watch to prove to the boyfriend that dumped her that she can be a serious, responsible member of Nevarran society, and continues to treat the living and the dead with compassion despite most of the people around her dismissing her as a stupid little pink bimbo.

Evaraas Mercar, similarly to Beata, is partly ASBS because their adoptive mother is the only non-mage in a family of mages. She has always been treated as "the dumb one", and never objected, leading her new child (also a non-mage, and a Qunari on top of that) to believe that's just how things are. Plus, before Evaraas ended up in Tevinter as a little stowaway on a dreadnought, they were aqun-athlok: initially treated as a girl and raised to be a Tamassran, but then reassigned to the Antaam. They were excited to be a warrior, but looking back, they cannot help but wonder if their caretakers decided they were too stupid to be a Tamassran. That said, even though Evaraas was not schooled as thoroughly as their mageling cousins, they were not outright barred access to books either. They read voraciously in their quiet little corner, and eventually started writing their own stories... Which they barely show anyone, or publish under a pen name at best, because writing — a Tamassran task if there ever was one — is not something stupid people like them do. Right?

Vitaar Laidir was a foundling raised in a Tevinter orphanage, which she eventually ran away from to start a life of crime. Unlike Evaraas, she was never, even begrudgingly, given an opportunity to learn how to read and write. She did pick up some basics as a teenager, but soon found herself struggling and frustrated, due to a combination of starting out late and likely being dyslexic (at least, her reading comprehension would improve once Emmrich started copying out passages from books with tiny print for her in deliberately large, rounded handwriting). She took her early failures as a sign of her own stupidity, which fit into her overall perception by society as a huge, lumbering, scary mountain of muscle. Secretly, she wishes she were given more grace... but that is not meant to be. Or is it?

Lenore Aldwir is also ASBS for her appearance. She is fat, and from my own personal experiences, fat people do get stereotyped as intellectually lacking in some way. She also does not speak much, due to trauma suffered from childhood bullying — and due to reasoning that there's not much point in speaking up anyway. She's just too ugly for her opinion to matter, so why bother? This has further solidified the preconception of her as some sort of "village idiot" (the equivalent of this phrase was used to refer to me in my native language, so it's me Processing Some Things). Telling herself that she is content to spend her days in silence, she does long to find someone who might listen to her talk about her discoveries as a self-taught alchemist. Well, good thing she's in a Lighthouse full of nerds now!

[the-perfect-wagnerite-again]

Morning/Afternoon! If you have the time, do you have any recommendations for getting into classical music? Thank you

Taste for music, like any faculty, is a trait that can be trained and refined. Classical music is an enormous catalog with dozens and dozens of styles, more than any one person can reasonably experience in a single lifetime. Most people gravitate towards particular styles or composers that they like best, so the initial challenge for a lot of people new to classical music is finding a good entry point.

My personal recommendation is banal and predictable, but I think it's the most effective: start as far back as you're willing to go, and work your way forward to the present. In the process, you'll experience both the history of western music and its development over time. As you go, you'll find you enjoy some composers more than others. I happen to have a particular fondness for Bach, Schubert, and (of course) Wagner, but you might find a stronger affinity with Mozart, Tchaikovsky, or Saint-Saëns.

While it would be impossible for me to give a full listening guide to all of what I consider the essentials for art music in a single tumblr post, I can at least point to the Big Names as a starting point. I'll try to include videos that match quality recordings with sheet music, because I firmly believe that following along with a score mentally crystalizes a work's form, even if you can't read music yourself. A fun video I also recommend is this journey through the melodies of history's best composers, a highly abridged music appreciation course in just a few hours (timestamps in the video for convenience):

The Early Stuff

I tend to skip past chant and Renaissance music, despite their importance, because they're especially challenging to the modern ear. Early composers like Palestrina and Monteverdi mark a transition from the modal styles of ancient music to the more traditional tonalities of the music we know today. Monteverdi is also the first to compose what we would properly call "opera" today, though I won't link any but the most important operas in this post because they're all 3+ hours in length.

Essential listening:

Allegri: Miserere

Monteverdi: Vespers della Beata Vergine

The Baroque

Here's where the good stuff really starts. The baroque period was an artistic response to the Reformation and its aesthetic priorities. Baroque music, like art, tends to be highly ornamented, harmonically complex, and texturally dense. Counterpoint is a big feature of baroque music, and in Bach especially. Almost all baroque composers have merit, but if you were to pick only one to listen to, nobody could fault you for choosing Bach. I'm including some of my favorites of Vivaldi and Handel here as well. Bach never touched opera, which is a shame, though he got close with his St Matthew and St John Passions.

Essential listening:

Bach: St Matthew Passion, BWV 244

Bach: Fantasia and Fugue in g minor, BWV 542

Bach: Orchestral Suite No.2 in b minor, BWV 1067

Vivaldi: The Four Seasons (popular for a reason!)

Vivaldi: Gloria, RV 589

Handel: Concerto Grosso in B-flat Major, HWV 313

The Classical

Like the baroque, the Classical period of art was a reaction, this time against the opulence and excess of baroque art (actually there were smaller, more molecular movements in-between baroque and classical, like the galante, but for brevity we'll skip those). The Classical period is stylized by elegance, simplicity, and symmetry. Think of the columns of Greco-roman architecture or the streamlining of Enlightenment thought. Big names of this period include Haydn, Gluck, and Mozart. We see here a shift away from the complexity of baroque to clear and distinct melody and harmony.

The Classical period also brings us the symphony in its nascent form through Haydn, who composed over 100 of them. The symphony is especially important because, along with the opera, it will become the world-building form of the musical landscape. Mozart, possibly the greatest melodist who ever lived, further perfected both the symphonic form and the opera. His tragically early death means we will never appreciate the true apex of his powers.

Essential listening:

Mozart: Symphony No.40 in g minor, K 550

Mozart: Piano Concerto No.20 in d minor, K 466

Mozart: Clarinet Concerto in A Major, K 622

Haydn: Symphony No.94 in G Major, HoB I:94

Haydn: String Quartet in E-flat Major, Op.33 No.2

Salieri: 26 Variations on 'La Folia'

The Romantic

Another movement of reaction, this time against the strictures of form and propriety of the Classical. Here we shift from elegance to raw emotional power, the composer transforming from a functionary of the elite to independent artist. None exemplified this shift more clearly than Beethoven, whose symphonies to this day reign as the greatest ever produced by a human being. Beethoven infused his music with the currents of his soul in a way no composer had, and after him, music changed forever.

The Romantic period saw a flourishing of music as an art to such a degree that abridging it here for a tumblr post is unironically difficult. Brahms, Bruckner, Beethoven, Schubert, Schumann, Lizst, Wagner, Verdi, and on and on and on. The extreme variety of composers and the sheer emotional impact of their output make the Romantic period a particular favorite for many music appreciators, myself included.

Essential listening:

Beethoven: Symphony No.5 in c minor, Op.67 (MANDATORY)

Beethoven: Piano Concerto No.3 in c minor, Op.37

Brahms: Symphony No.4 in e minor, Op.98

Brahms: Violin Concerto in D Major, Op.77

Berlioz: Symphonie Fantastique

Schubert: "Gretchen am Spinnrade," Op.2 D 118

Liszt: "Liebesträume," S 541 No.3

Tchaikovsky: Swan Lake Suite, Op.20a

Saint-Saëns: Symphony No.3 "Organ," Op.78

The Post-Romantic

As we move past the 19th Century, we see an absence of what we would call artistic "movements," so admittedly the designations of composers within this time period begins to feel arbitrary. Instead, in the wake of the revolutionary movements of the 1800s, we see a development of national schools of style. The French, the Germans, the Scandinavians, the Russians, the Italians, and even the Americans each cemented themselves into distinct artistic camps based on national histories and aesthetic preferences. These schools would pave the way for the modern music of the 20th century.

Essential listening:

Dvorak: Symphony No.9 "New World," Op.95

Debussy: Prélude à l'après-midi d'un faune

Mussorgsky: Night on Bald Mountain

Rimsky-Korsakov: Scheherazade, Op.35

Elgar: The Enigma Variations, Op.36

Prokofiev: Scythian Suite, Op.20

Modernity

With the 20th Century came the World Wars and the collapse of the West's meta-narratives about the world. Music was no longer directed as an aesthetic process in the interests of artistic narratives, and instead became an exercise of modular, individual expression. Here is where music becomes the most difficult, because tonality is no longer a central priority. That said, you'll likely still find some composers that resonate. The torturous dissonances of Shostakovich are always popular with young men, while the Catholic mysticism of Messiaen is challenging from the exact opposite direction. Vaughan-Williams and Britten carry on the tonal tradition while Schönberg and Stravinsky went in wildly atonal spaces.

Essential Listening:

Shostakovich: Symphony No.4 in c minor, Op.43

Poulenc: Sonata for Flute and Piano, FP 164

Stravinsky: The Rite of Spring

Vaughan-Williams: Fantasia on a Theme by Thomas Tallis

Messiaen: Chronochromie

Britten: Young Person's Guide to the Orchestra

Sorry this took me so long, I could have gone on like this for another 20 paragraphs, but it turns out there's a limit to how many videos tumblr lets you embed in a single post. This is just a list of recommendations to get you started, don't be intimidated by its size. Every composer is unique, and they each bring a personal language to their art that you'll gradually become more acquainted with the more you listen. If you want any recommendations on particular composers that strike your fancy, don't be afraid to ask.

[ace-and-ranty]

MORE SCHOLOMANCE!! MORE FUCKING SCHOLOMAAAANCCEEEEEE

[Picture ID: four images depicting a speak peek at Naomi Novik's new short story collection "Buried Deep". They read:

Story Number Two

The real way people got hurt in school wasn't maleficaria. It was getting their own spells wrong. Or blowing themselves up. Or poisoning themselves. With mistakes so stupid that the babas would have died of shame themselves if Beata had made one.

Dangerous magical beasts, insufferable roommate, tidying squabbles, post-curfew midnight caper, laundry problems

End id]

[catholic-character-tournament]

Round 1 - Side A

Propaganda below ⬇️

Claude Frollo Propaganda:

This man got horny and his response was “that woman must burn”

I love him so much. More seriously Book Frollo is much more ambivalent than Disney Movie Frollo which makes sense because we're talking about Victor Hugo VS a children's movie. He didn't kill Quasimodo's mom, he took him in (when himself was only nineteen and already in charge of his own baby brother since their parents had died not long before) when he was left on the church's doorstep. I mean, he does quite a few reprehensible and slightly evil stuff afterwards but he had a good start, you know ? He taught Quasi to communicate by signs when he became deaf because of the bells. He was also very much into alchemy which was pretty cool. His behavior towards Esmeralda was still very much not okay but I'd like to point out that Phoebus is also a jerk in this one. And Quasi's quite a bit amoral because no intelligent enough to understand some stuff

I actually haven't gotten very far through the book yet but from the musical (not the disney one the other one it's SO GOOD) I can confirm he sucks at being catholic. literally tells a child over and over that he's ugly and unlovable until he fully believes it and won't let the kid go outside. https://genius.com/Alan-menken-out-there-lyrics (lyrics to the song in which frollo convinces quasimodo he's unlovable. ableist as hell and shitty in every way you can possibly imagine and it breaks my heart every time. feel free to listen to the actual track but it doesn’t get good until about 40 seconds in) frollo keeps saying it's good and right to punish sinners himself, and it's not right that the wicked go unpunished. there's a really satisfying moment in the musical where quasimodo sees him for what he is and repeats his words back to him (7:45 - 8:54, frollo is the one with the insanely deep voice) and it gives me goosebumps every time to hear that "yes you do" link to that video: https://youtu.be/HL7WZcTIgus

I honestly wrote this submission because I suffered from severe insomnia for being reminded that I might have poor taste when it comes to enjoying media since I enjoy Disney version of Frollo even after I watched other versions of this character. (I am so sorry the host yes I am that annoying anon lying in the dark little corner of your ask box. I have no other thing to do in my life so hello again) His character is different from the original novel version, and to be honest as an adoption, that is NOT necessarily WRONG. He had more struggles with his pride and his self-imagine in the Catholic framework. "Beata Maria, you know I am a righteous man, of my virtue I am justly proud" as the opening line of his villain song, clearly states his main struggle throughout the movie--pride and self-imagine (super-ego) vs lust and instinct (id). Once his self-imagine in the Catholic framework was on shaking ground, he bent his twisted sense of "righteous" to make him less painful. Tbh, the novel version used the example of Bruno d’Ast to justify his hornyness, so it's just classical Frollo behaviour no matter which version it is. (SMASH THE TABLE) HAVE YOU READ~~THE NOVEL~~ I REPEAT: HIS CHARACTER IS NOT JUST "I HATE WITCHCRAFT AND I AM HORNY AND RACIST". I REPEAT: HIS CHARACTER IS NOT JUST "I HATE WITCHCRAFT AND I AM HORNY AND RACIST". I REPEAT: HIS CHARACTER IS NOT JUST "I HATE WITCHCRAFT AND I AM HORNY AND RACIST". I am sorry for the noise pollution in your submission Google form. I should have taken my sedatives regularly. I am truly sorry. Also please don't bully me in the debate, novel/musical enjoyers. LOOK, I AIN'T YOUR ENEMY. I LOVE NOVEL/MUSICAL FROLLO, I JUST LOVE DISNEY VERSION AS WELL, I AM AS TORMENTED AS YOUR FAVORITE CATHOLIC PRIEST. I am not a native tongue, so I tried my best to express my thoughts/feelings/justification why Disney version should be a qualified candidate as well. If you tried to debate with me, I would be drowned in my poor English. Sorry again.

Javert Propaganda:

His whole deal is like, “can someone still be good even if they’ve broken the law? Can you still be godly if you’re a felon” He really believes that by upholding the law, he is absolutely in the moral right all the time. And when he realizes that’s not true, it absolutely destroys him

he is the law and the law is not mocked <3 he is also. so gay. i'm sorry i refuse to believe you're even a little heterosexual if you chase jean valjean for like over 20 years for breaking parole and/or bread theft and recognise him by his muscles and have a major moral crisis as soon as he's nice to you one (1) time also he gets called out by a child that one time?? that was fun ALSO HE UHH???? THINKS HE SCREWED UP ONE TIME AND LIKE. ASKS HIS BOSS TO FIRE HIM???? (the boss is valjean he doesn't know that yet dw abt it) also uh uhm. he jumps into a river,,,, but before he does that he feels the need to put his hat on the fence nearby so it doesn't get wet lmao he's so silly goofy <3333

[navvyu]

I can solicit Sebek with a male reader who is also half-fae, but he prefers to embrace the human side more than the fae.

AN: Merci pour votre demande! ofc anon! i've seen a few fics like this and i think its a very interesting idea (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.) I had abit of trouble adding in the m! Reader part so there's not much mentioning it hope you don't mind •,•

Sebek with A male! half-fae! reader who embraces his human side

*not beata read

at first sebek might just wave you off as a normal human but once he realizes he would be confused on why you would like your human side more

sebek would probably pester you about how being fae is 'objectively superior'

he would try and pry the reason why out of you

sebek might even try to convince you why you should like your fae side more

Sebek might be a little jealous that you've some how been able to accept your human side, unlike him

he would (begrudgingly) accept the fact that you just like your human side more

then overtime he would just lean to not care that you like your human side more

"He certainly is a... peculiar person."

[sodankyla-pride]

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[Videon kuvaus: Beata Heikkonen, Sodankylä Priden tapahtumakoordinaattori, seisoo ulkona lumisessa maisemassa ja puhuu kameralle: "Nyt ollaan täällä Sodankylän Kirkkopuistossa, Kitisen rannalla. Täällä on tällä hetkellä vielä metrin verran lunta. Mutta alle kahden kuukauden päästä, 15.6. täällä vietetään Sodankylän ensimmäisen Pride-kulkueen jälkeistä piknikiä. Sitä ennen kaikki on tervetulleita mukaan järjestelyihin ja viimeistään Pride-päivänä mukaan kulkueeseen!" Video päättyy tekstiin "Sodankylän Midnight Sun Pride 15.6.2024"]

[Video description: Beata Heikkonen, the event coordinator of Sodankylä Pride, is standing outside in a snowy landscape and talking to the camera. She says: "We are now here in Sodankylä's Church Park, beside the Kitinen river. The snow is maybe a meter deep. But in less than two months, of the 15th of June, there will be a picnic held here after Sodankylä's very first Pride march. Before that, everyone is welcome to join in on the preparations and to join the march on Pride day!" The video ends in a text saying: "Sodankylä's Midnight Sun Pride 15.6.2024"]

[krugkorien]

Happy New Year everyone! Today I want to show you my main setting: the Divine World. It’s a dark fantasy world that combines both epic (gods, monsters, magic, saving the world) and mundane (death, decay, bigotry, oppression) aspects of the genre. Worldbuilding and lore is a very important part of DW, to a point where if I could write everything I want about DW it would be one of the biggest books in the history of mankind. But this is an introductory post, so I’ll try to keep it brief!

1. While I’m not going to get into any unpleasant details here let’s still get some trigger warnings out of the way first. As I said DW is dark fantasy, and it’s so dark that Marena came up with the name Macabre Fantasy in order to emphasize how dark DW is and how the aforementioned themes of death and decay play a huge role in it, as well as many other sensitive topics. Aside from what has been already mentioned there's also a lot of cruelty & violence (both interpersonal & socio-political) and also topical problems: sexism, nazism, colonialism, etc. All of this, of course, is not for the sake of being edgy, but to make a lot of important points.

2. The inhabitants of the Divine World are appropriately called Divine Humans [1], aka Homo Mirandum. While they look a lot like regular humans, there are a lot of differences between us and them! They have horns, claws, different hair textures and skin tones, three spinal cords instead of one and are also bigger than us: it depends on a lot of factors and the shortest men are actually not that big, being only 166 cm tall, but the tallest women can go up to 350 cm! And yes, you’ve read it correctly, women are taller! Divine sexual dimorphism is somewhat flipped compared to ours and Divine women are tall, muscular and hairy, while men are short, thin and mostly hairless. Meanwhile their voices are pretty similar and androgynous, and also have a metal (as in material not music) vibe to them.

Physically Divine humans are, for the lack of better word, monumental: they are strong, capable of surviving wounds that would kill a regular human ten times over, have a great memory, but are also stiff and slow, both physically & mentally, for physiological reasons as well simply because they can afford to be — their lifespans can be measured in multiple Earth centuries. However Divine humans rarely enjoy their longevity to its full extent. Outside dangers aside, their illnesses and disabilities are just as monumental as they are. For example, Divine albinism means fully transparent flesh which in turn means complete blindness and high vulnerability towards radiation (levels of which are very high on Mirabilis).

Divine souls are just as physical as anything else. They are also Aetheric in nature, and are another example of Divine sexual dimorphism: white souls belong to men and black to women (with rare exceptions). This plays a huge role in Divine society and became one of the reasons why most Divine societies are patriarchal: men, despite being physically weak, can literally mind-control women when needed. It doesn’t help that too much contact with an aether opposite to your soul can lead to death.

While Divine humans are technically the only race of Mirabilis, thanks to magic they can turn into many various creatures: Demons, Angels, Chorts (lesser Demons, roughly speaking), Bieses (lesser Chorts), Beatas, Vampires, Turnskins (Divine equivalent of werewolves), Beasts, Chimeras, Nocturnals, Urials, Cadavredaxes and so on, many of them having sub-types (for example vampires being living and undead).

4. Technology & society-wise Divine civilization can be compared to 19th century Earth: imperialism and nationalism are at their peak, proto-industrial society, recently invented trains & electricity. However Divine civilization also possesses traits more associated with our Middle Ages: religion being the most important social institute, no concept of humanism, plate armor & melee weapons still being main tools of war.

5. Like Divine humans themselves Mirabilis looks somewhat Earth-ish but is actually very different. For starters, when I say that DW is a dark and oppressive world I mean it a bit literally! Mirabilis has high atmospheric pressure (~8 higher than Earth), it’s a much colder and wetter planet, and most noticeably — it has no sun. Despite this, Mirabilis still has light and heat, even if not as much as we do, all that thanks to the White Aether (a very important magic substance) that fills the space around the planet. A Sun’s fire isn’t the only kind Mirabilis lacks — due to the low oxygen level of 15% fire simply cannot exist in normal conditions on Mirabilis.

If the word “normal” can even be used towards Mirabilis — all of the planet’s flora are technically mushrooms and much closer to the meat-side of things, so stuff like bleeding human-eating trees isn’t exactly shocking to Divine humans. Animals are technically the same as on Earth but with a huge caveat — their appearance is based on the medieval depictions of them which means animals like hyperagressive fishes with limbs, talking horses with human teeth, owls with human faces, giant non-arthropodic insects and so on.

While Mirabilis is bigger than Earth, it has only one continent that is sliced in half by the so-called Black Wall —an  impassable wall of Black Aether. The stories I write take place on the western half of the continent, and its inhabitants can’t just cross the ocean to explore the East because of the atrament — a deadly substance that fills the sea and is so dangerous only two western races out of twelve have any level of resistance to it.

The explorers of Mirabilis would be very upset about this if not for the Remnants, mysterious ruins that are both more ancient than anything they have ever seen yet more advanced than anything they could dream of. Exploring Remnants is an incredibly dangerous, often illegal job, but what’s that compared to a chance to learn more about the world? More materialistic folks are attracted by the artifacts that are capable of granting incredible miracles and, of course, even more incredible horrors.

And I think that’s pretty much it for the introductory post! From now on I’m going to repost the stuff I’ve previously posted on my Twitter before but now with all kinds of lore tidbits. There’s other projects we’ll talk about, especially Neon-23, Marena’s cyberpunk setting (that has a crossover with DW we made for fun!) but that’s it for now. Thank you for reading all this! And thanks to @goldporces & ippoteq @ Twitter for beta-reading this text!

[1] — In Russian I call them Дивнолюди, based on an archaic Russian word for “miracle” — диво. “Divine” is a very lucky translation because it sounds similar to the original word and also points at the, well, divine nature of the Divine Humans.

[higheryourise]

childhood hcs :D

- Archie used to walk around with Veronica's heels on when he was old enough to walk. He would fall over a LOT. Archisa moment later when Archie surprised Elisa by walking in her heels perfectly.

- Once Wentworth wasn't available due to a family emergency, Horatio made Sandra babysit Archie for an evening. He HATED her and screamed and cried for the entire evening.

- Another time, Archie reluctantly showed her a painting he made, which was just a big slop of paint on some paper. Sandra being Sandra.. called it awful. Archie proceeded to cry again for three hours until he was sick.

- Bernadine being only 18 when Archie was born, used to take him everywhere she could. She'd take him sightseeing and to feed the pigeons. He loved her more than anyone.

- Bernadine also used to dress him up and put makeup on him. He didn't like it, but would laugh because the brush tickled his face. Curtesy of Shark, she taught him how to take care of his hair.

- She'd also let him walk on her feet

- His first word was applesauce.

- Greta had many siblings, and she's kind of in the middle. She has two sisters and one brother who were older than her. Her sisters helped her sneak out to work on her inventions, while her brother used to bake with her. Her little siblings would beg her to read them stories and let them help her with her work. The former was usually accepted while the latter wasn't.

- Greta met Celine when she was 16. Her sisters also used to help her sneak out to meet Celine. They always approved of her, and wanted to see her happy.

- A grandpa's girl. She was young when he died, but he left everything he had to do with metal and physics to her. He was a well-known inventor in his town, and Greta was often taken to see his exhibit in the museum.

- Greta was the type of kid to smash leaves in a pot with mud and try to get her older brother to drink it. He did not.

- Celine used to climb out her bedroom window at night to climb trees and look at the moon.

- Her first present that her father actually wanted her to have (they were very typical with how he and his parents raised her - wanting her to grow up to be a lady but as if she was having that.) was a telescope. He came back the next day to Celine completely taking it apart, components all over the floor. He was mad.

- She'd take apart anything she could get her hands on. Lamps, radios, you name it she took it apart to see how it worked.

- Taught herself how to do a backflip by herself over the span of about three hours. She could do so much like that, and even shocked Greta with it.

- Made friends with random animals behind her home. She'd feed the squirrels and tell them all about her dreams.

- Definitely the kid who accidentally knocked her front two teeth out by being reckless.

- When she was about six, and Isaac was fifteen, she used to ask him to throw her across the grass onto a mattress for fun. He didn't want to because she was clearly going to get hurt. But seeing her laugh and shout "again!" soothed his nerves over it.

might try some beata hcs next bc that woman has NO love.

[clouseplayssims]

Beata kept rolling and rolling and rolling the want to woohoo! I'm reading that as she wants a second child to help run the business.

[momo-de-avis]

I'm reading a book on superstition and belief and supernatural events in Portugal and it's led me to believe the Devil would never be successful in this fucking country because every beata in every village would take literally whatever for being proof that God is real. In 1895 some dude claimed his oak tree moved 30 km away from its spot for no reason, and LITERALLY THE NEXT DAY hundreds of pilgrims went to the place to pray and immediately suggested setting up a chapel. When allegedly a small stream of water appeared where the oak tree had been before dipping out of there was INSTANTLY claimed to have healing properties for all ailments. The devil must be so goddamn frustrated. This is why miracles stopped happening since a bus carrying 40 spanish pilgrims literally FLEW in 1981

[bellsmortallts4]

Let me introduce you....

Will Krane & Beata Coldwater

Their love story was a bit too rough and hursh, but...no matter what, they went trough all the shitty situations and now live in love and peace.

Beata was only 21 when she first met Will. He was her and Mirai's neighbour in San Myshuno apartment. Noisy, impudent and too attractive. Bea never told Mirai, but she had a crush on him immediately! But he was too bad for her, slept with every pretty girl and (Bea was sure) he dated his band mate - Jeraldina. She wasn't actually wrong, 'cause there was something between them too, BUT....Beata changed Will irrevocably.

Will was 22 when he realize that he likes his shy and pretty neighbour - Beata. All blame on his friend and band mate Yukio, who fell in love with Mirai (Beata's best friend and rommies). When Yukio had started to courting Mirai, Will oftenly saw Beata in a hall. Her forest green eyes, long brown hair and deep quiet voice - beckoned him. When she looked at him for at least a minute, when they collided at the hall...he was lost.

Of course Beata was too nerveous about Jeraldina and her s*x with Will. She didn't let him any chance for first, tried to run away from him or hide behind Mirai. But once Yukio and Will invited them on their concert. And then, right on the stage, Will said in front on other's eyes - that he's in love with Beata. And wants to be with her as long as life will let them.

For now, they're in a 2 years and a half beautiful, healthy and hottie relationship. They moved to a new, two floors penthouse apartment from their small ones. They have a dog named Bam and looong and perfect future with each other and their friends.

Please, be gentle with them. Thank you if you read it till the end. Hug.

* thank you to @lazyeyelids and @rona-sims for beautiful clothes!

[journalofanobody]

Recent reading: Nine, by Andrzej Stasiuk

Pawel, a young businessman in debt to loan sharks, wakes up one April morning in a sea of debris, broken glass, ripped upholstery, and clothes spilling out of the wardrobe. He turns to two friends for help: Bolek, a former coal miner, now a drug dealer who lives in tasteless luxury; and Jacek, an addict, who is himself on the run through Warsaw, a washed-out city, a hostile landscape of apartment blocks, railroad stations, wild gardens, factories, and suburban wastelands. Here Andrzej Stasiuk portrays a generation of Poles, freed from outdated ideologies but left feeling adrift and disconnected from family, neighbors, and friends. At once existential crime fiction and a work of art, Nine establishes Strasiuk as a major voice in European literature.

From Publishers Weekly

Starred Review. Grim and harrowing, this novel by a deserter from the Polish army under communism paints a vivid and disturbing picture of contemporary life in Poland. Pawel, a young man in debt to loan sharks, wakes up one morning to a trashed apartment. As Pawel makes his way around Warsaw, trying to borrow money from Bolek, a drug dealer, and Jacek, his addict friend, Stasiuk chronicles their endless circuits around a Warsaw in the grip of booming cutthroat capitalism. Pawel, Jacek, Bolek and Bolek's henchman, Iron Man, are pursued by thugs and leave chaos in their wake, which has dire consequences for their women friends Beata, Syl and Zosia. Hobbled by the fast pace and gadget trappings of modern life, the characters are unable to express themselves, to connect with one another or to fully understand much of what they're doing. The seedy Warsaw criminal underground underscores Stasiuk's bleak motif, creating a tone that is unmistakably European and distinctly influenced by Poland's former communist regime. The novel, impressively translated by Johnston, offers a sobering vision of the new face of central Europe in a narrative that is at once hallucinatory, haunting and abject. (May)

[joculatrixster]

being a beata reading ghost writer is hard when my style of writing is purple prose and his style of writing is wattpadd rom com

[catholic-character-tournament]

Round 2 - Side A

Propaganda below ⬇️

Claude Frollo Propaganda:

This man got horny and his response was “that woman must burn”

I love him so much. More seriously Book Frollo is much more ambivalent than Disney Movie Frollo which makes sense because we’re talking about Victor Hugo VS a children’s movie. He didn’t kill Quasimodo’s mom, he took him in (when himself was only nineteen and already in charge of his own baby brother since their parents had died not long before) when he was left on the church’s doorstep. I mean, he does quite a few reprehensible and slightly evil stuff afterwards but he had a good start, you know ? He taught Quasi to communicate by signs when he became deaf because of the bells. He was also very much into alchemy which was pretty cool. His behavior towards Esmeralda was still very much not okay but I’d like to point out that Phoebus is also a jerk in this one. And Quasi’s quite a bit amoral because no intelligent enough to understand some stuff

I actually haven’t gotten very far through the book yet but from the musical (not the disney one the other one it’s SO GOOD) I can confirm he sucks at being catholic. literally tells a child over and over that he’s ugly and unlovable until he fully believes it and won’t let the kid go outside. https://genius.com/Alan-menken-out-there-lyrics (lyrics to the song in which frollo convinces quasimodo he’s unlovable. ableist as hell and shitty in every way you can possibly imagine and it breaks my heart every time. feel free to listen to the actual track but it doesn’t get good until about 40 seconds in) frollo keeps saying it’s good and right to punish sinners himself, and it’s not right that the wicked go unpunished. there’s a really satisfying moment in the musical where quasimodo sees him for what he is and repeats his words back to him (7:45 - 8:54, frollo is the one with the insanely deep voice) and it gives me goosebumps every time to hear that “yes you do” link to that video: https://youtu.be/HL7WZcTIgus

I honestly wrote this submission because I suffered from severe insomnia for being reminded that I might have poor taste when it comes to enjoying media since I enjoy Disney version of Frollo even after I watched other versions of this character. (I am so sorry the host yes I am that annoying anon lying in the dark little corner of your ask box. I have no other thing to do in my life so hello again) His character is different from the original novel version, and to be honest as an adoption, that is NOT necessarily WRONG. He had more struggles with his pride and his self-imagine in the Catholic framework. “Beata Maria, you know I am a righteous man, of my virtue I am justly proud” as the opening line of his villain song, clearly states his main struggle throughout the movie–pride and self-imagine (super-ego) vs lust and instinct (id). Once his self-imagine in the Catholic framework was on shaking ground, he bent his twisted sense of “righteous” to make him less painful. Tbh, the novel version used the example of Bruno d’Ast to justify his hornyness, so it’s just classical Frollo behaviour no matter which version it is. (SMASH THE TABLE) HAVE YOU READ~~THE NOVEL~~ I REPEAT: HIS CHARACTER IS NOT JUST “I HATE WITCHCRAFT AND I AM HORNY AND RACIST”. I REPEAT: HIS CHARACTER IS NOT JUST “I HATE WITCHCRAFT AND I AM HORNY AND RACIST”. I REPEAT: HIS CHARACTER IS NOT JUST “I HATE WITCHCRAFT AND I AM HORNY AND RACIST”. I am sorry for the noise pollution in your submission Google form. I should have taken my sedatives regularly. I am truly sorry. Also please don’t bully me in the debate, novel/musical enjoyers. LOOK, I AIN’T YOUR ENEMY. I LOVE NOVEL/MUSICAL FROLLO, I JUST LOVE DISNEY VERSION AS WELL, I AM AS TORMENTED AS YOUR FAVORITE CATHOLIC PRIEST. I am not a native tongue, so I tried my best to express my thoughts/feelings/justification why Disney version should be a qualified candidate as well. If you tried to debate with me, I would be drowned in my poor English. Sorry again.

Tammy Propaganda:

Absolutely insane catholic girl. imagine a horse girl mixed with a boy band girl mixed with the girl from youth group with a bedazzled bible. that’s Tammy.

She’s a character from an somewhat-obscure play that is only mentioned briefly but the fandom loves her. Literally the only things we know about her from the play is that she’s catholic and likes boy bands.