#perdita answers

[perditaalottachocolate-blog]

Just read your story, “Tomorrow’s Hope”, and wanted to let you know how amazing I thought it was. It was truly an incredible piece so thank you for making it 😊

AH, thank you so much!!! I'm so happy you liked it. I wrote it so long ago I totally forgot about it. And you still took the time to come here and tell me that!!! zfzfzdfadasdasdasdasd! I'm just aaaasdassgsgfsg! Thank you again!

[bardic-perdita]

i think breoch has a collection of perfumes he doesn't use but insists on bringing everywhere. i think he impulse purchased most of them because he liked the smell and thought the bottle was pretty and decided he would make this one his signature scent but keeps forgetting to actually apply it and then the cycle repeats with a new scent. i think he insists on arranging the bottles artfully every time they make camp

Ask from this here!

This is spot on, 100% something Breoch would do! He might have had a system once upon a time, wearing a specific perfume when spending time with certain people, but soon lost track of it. One danger is that so many of the poisons and coatings on the surface are in such pretty bottles, so they might accidentally (or intentionally if someone Astarion is a lover of chaos) find their way into his extensive perfume collection.

Special bonus below the cut:

Hide the evidence:

And the drawing of what Breoch's tent would look like:

[sharpstake]

okay yeah i just cried at the ending all over again but man, Murder at Homecoming truly is THAT bitch. god...scooby doo gang but heavily intertwined with the nuances of being queer and a poc. the way grief is such a heavy thread throughout the entire narrative, the way Perdita's fate (as well as the two options regarding this: dead or simply lost to you) is foreshadowed in her very name and the lack of closure to her disappearance speaks to not only the nuances of Valentine's two possible arcs (letting go or holding on) but informs their motivations during their current case. the way all three LIs are deeply nuanced and complicated characters. the incredibly fun if slightly dissonant sequence where ur being chased by a little sister trying to brain you. impeccable book 10/10.

[the-ravenclaw-werewolf]

Oh, maybe in celebration of Disney's 100th Anniversary coming soon on October 16th, maybe you could do a 40 list, but only for Disney movies.

This... was... the hardest question... EVER!

DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY MOVIE I STARTED OUT WITH?!

59!!!! AND THEN I HAD TO DELETE 19 OF THEM!

I COULD HAVE MICKEY FROM FANATSIA MEET UP WITH GOOFY FROM A GOOFY MOVIE!

TARZAN AND MOWGLI COULD HAVE BONDED!

THEY COULD OF HAD THE CHANCE TO WATCH THE BLACK CAULDRON!

Don't worry, I'm not actually mad😋, but as someone who loves most of these Disney movies, I wished I could have kept all of them. 😭😭😭

However... I still stuck to the 40 limit... and here's what what I got!

Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs: Snow White

Pinocchio: Pinocchio

Dumbo: Dumbo

Bambi: Bambi

Cinderella: Cinderella

Sleeping Beauty: Aurora

One Hundred and One Dalmatians: Pongo OR Perdita

Robin Hood: Robin Hood

The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh: Pooh

The Little Mermaid: Ariel

Beauty and the Beast: Belle

Aladdin: The Genie OR Aladdin OR Jasmine

The Lion King: Simba

Toy Story: Woody

The Hunchback of Notre Dame: Quasimodo OR Esmeralda 

Hercules: Hercules

Mulan: Mulan

The Emperor's New Groove: Kuzco OR Kronk

Atlantis: The Lost Empire: Milo Thatch  

Monsters, Inc.: Sully OR Mike 

Lilo & Stitch: Lilo OR Stitch

Treasure Planet: Jim Hawkins

Finding Nemo: Nemo OR Marlin OR Dory

The Incredibles: Bob Parr

Meet the Robinsons: Lewis 

Ratatouille: Remy

WALL-E: Wall-E OR Eve

Up: Carl Fredricksen

The Princess and the Frog: Tiana

Tangled: Rapunzel

Brave: Merida

Frozen: Anna OR Elsa

Big Hero 6: Hiro OR Tadashi OR Baymax

Inside Out: Joy OR Riley

Zootopia: Judy OR Nick

Moana: Moana

Coco: Miguel OR Héctor

Luca: Luca

Encanto: Mirabel OR Bruno

Turning Red: Mei Le3

[gale-dekarios]

Hiya! For the ask game: 6, 22, and 27? Rose is wonderful, so would love to know more!

~ @bardic-perdita

Hi!! Thank you so much for asking!

6: What companion are you platonically close with?

He's probably closest with Lae'zel. Rose is fairly liberal when unpartnered, so they'd actually slept together multiple times before he started dating Gale. She caught feelings, he didn't. He felt so bad about it for quite a while afterwards, but with everything going on with the Githyanki, and how supportive Rose was, I think they reconciled pretty quickly. He does consider her one of his best friends, though. He's also close with Astarion (who he also slept with, and who also caught feelings, although he took it a lot better than Lae'zel), and Karlach, who he is through-and-through 100% platonic with and always has been.

22: What languages is your character fluent in?

He speaks common and infernal fluently.

27: What was their life like before the events of BG3?

He worked in a stonemasonry during his days in Baldur's Gate, but he'd travel to Elturel semi-freuqently both to work, and to visit his best friend Milo, a tiefling woman he's known since they were 10 (and also the face the Emporer chose to take when interacting with him.) He was on the road back from Elturel to Baldur's Gate when it descended into Avernus, where he presumed Milo had perished.

During his nights, although perhaps not recently, he'd work in a local tavern as a bard, which was a lot flashier than his day job. He was pretty good at keeping those two parts of his life separate because his mum didn't approve of barding as a career (his dad, her ex-husband, was a bard), and the majority of his family (including his mum) are stonemasons. When he moved to Waterdeep, however, he expanded it into a full career doing drag (or the Waterhavdian equivalent) in the local dance halls. And he became fairly well known in Waterdeep for it!

send me a number + ill answer for my tav, rose! :3

[hezzabeth]

"For the last time, that poem isn't romantic! It's insulting," Revati yelled over her shoulder as she began to pedal.

The layout of Olde Landon had been deliberately designed to keep tourists inside for as long as possible. There was only one way to access the front gates, and that involved defeating the Queen of Hearts' hedge maze. When the park was still open, tourists would be forced to spend at least an hour in the maze, stumbling upon tiny toy shops and food stands around every corner. The same thing occurred when they left, resulting in a very rich park and bankrupt guests. Now the maze was overgrown and easy enough to navigate.

Revati pedaled past the cart that once sold her heart-shaped sunglasses. Then she turned left, almost crashing into the wall of roses. The wall of roses stared back at her, their red blooms heavy and suspicious. Thanks to Bridgadeiro, she knew they were probably secretly insulting her.

The next turn consisted of an old stardust popcorn stand. Revati skidded to a stop and inspected the inside tray, where a few ancient kernels lay. Carefully, she picked up several of them and placed them in her jacket pocket. As far as she could tell, the kernels were seeds. Someone was shifting around the corner, causing the branches to shake.

"Aurora, is that you? Did you go ahead of me?" Revati yelled.

"While conferring in the labyrinth where false preachers reeked of death, the monster began to growl," a voice called from around the corner. An unfamiliar, flat female voice. Raiders. Raiders were, of course, an occupational hazard in any post-apocalyptic settlement. Normally, they never made it further than the broken glass pit at the park's gates. Sometimes Dityaa would bring one in, insisting they were "lovely," which always led to awkward dinners.

Revati slowly walked around the maze corner. There was a screeching metallic sound, and the weapon fell from Revati's hand. An android was slumped over on the ground. Once it would have been golden, but now it was rusty and covered in mud. Someone had ripped its legs off, leaving nothing but wires and tubes spitting bright blue fluid. Instead of a torso, there was a black empty hole with a concave door swinging on its bent hinges.

"And in the forgotten twists, footsteps quicken, hearts beat, and teeth are bared," the android chirped, its voice still distorted and far away. The android's face was a beautiful mask. Still-carved eyes. Unmoving sweet lips.

Revati powered up her solar gun and slowly walked forward, aiming it at the android. The android's metal eyes scraped in their sockets, turning towards her.

“Is that you? My darling Perdita?” The android’s voice whispered, the lips unmoving. The whispering voice had a posh lilt to its accent. Revati refused to answer. It was best to never engage with AI.

“Perdita, I clawed my way in! They know about you; the spider knows,” the android whispered before collapsing completely.

Revati slowly walked forward, still holding her weapon. With one foot, she kicked the android. It didn’t move. Its power had definitely died.

“Spider? Is that some sort of gang?” Revati whispered to herself. Gangs were always given stupid names.

“The spider is us; the spider is legion,” a flat robotic voice called out, and Revati spun around.

Queen Victoria was standing behind her, scorch marks all over her dress. A faint blue glow was erupting from beneath the skin of Queen Victoria’s chest.

[gaydiation-poisoning]

OKAY SO

Uh

My old out of date PMD Team post has been discovered and I think it's time I posted an updated one

Let's talk

✨TEAM GALAXY✨

Members:

Perdita (aka Perdi)

Gender: Female

Species: Cyndaquil

Age: 16(?)

Details:

Perdita is a smart cookie, small and kinda chubby with large round glasses.

She is obsessed with all things pokemon biology, to a slightly insane degree.

Quick as a whip at rooting out weaknesses, and absolutely CRACKED at sentry duty.

She can be a little blunt dry and sarcastic, which is off-putting to some. She also has a slight ego that can make her stubborn at times, but she's deeply empathetic and will often look out for others even to her own detriment.

Can't produce flames from her back at first, so attacks are weak, thus she prefers to stick to throwing items such as thorns, seeds, and orbs. (When she has her glasses anyway, she's blind as hell without them)

Darius

Gender: Male

Age: 19

Species: Rowlet

Details:

Darius is a bit of a cynical young man, lean and prefers to stand tall, overall friendly but likely to hold a grudge.

He doesn't know much about Pokémon, but he's incredibly agile and aware of his environment at all times. Highly likely to fight head on.

He's a crack shot with his feather darts, as if he'd been doing it his whole life. If given a target he's more than likely to hit the mark straight on.

Cannot fly early on due to an injured wing, thus tends to stick to the ground and has to get good with his footwork.

HOW THEY MET

Two pokemon awoke side by side on the beach, soaked in saltwater.

A Cyndaquil and a Rowlet, strangers, gripping each other's hands as if for dear life.

The pair pull apart, confused as to who the other is and why they were holding onto them. Neither can give an answer.

They exchange names, Perdita and Darius. They're good names, they both like the others.

As they talk they discover something odd, they both share the exact same story.

Both seem to have amnesia, they can remember nothing beyond their own names before waking up here,

And, most oddly, they both recall being human prior to this, with no idea how they suddenly appeared as talking pokemon.

Tucked beneath one wing the Rowlet holds something close to himself, a stone, emblazoned with an odd pattern. It isn't familiar to either of them, but neither is anything anymore.

So that's all they have between them, two eerily similar stories and an odd chunk of rock.

Eventually, deciding they'd rather not sit in the cold salty air any longer, they stand and wander off until they reach the nearest building, which luckily isn't too far away.

A large imposing tent towered over them, with a large wooden grate fitted into the ground. Darius attempted to approach when a harsh voice BELLOWED up from beneath them, both fearing hostility and frightened for their lives they fled back to the beach.

They catch their breath and try to discuss what to do, when a pair of pokemon whom they hadn't noticed tailing them pounced, knocking them aside and swiping the stone fragment before making their getaway.

Panicked at the loss of their one potential link to the past, Perdita and Darius give chase, stumbling through the winding corridors of Beach Cave as they figure out their new bodies and capabilities.

(Perdita in particular struggles, she can't see clearly and is certain she must have had glasses but they're gone, resulting in the pair needing to hold hands again to stick together)

When they reach the end of the cave, they battle Zubat and Koffing and somehow come out on top, taking back the stone. Though even they admit they don't know what it is, or if it's even worth fighting for, but it's the one thing they have.

Upon leaving the cave they're quickly approached by another figure, speaking in the first friendly voice they've heard other than each other.

A Bidoof, a pleasant round faced little fellow who seemed to have been running after them. He explained that he'd seen them approach the Guild and then run away, he'd shouted but they'd been in such a panic they'd blasted right past him.

His eyes begin to sparkle as he asks if they just cleared that Mystery Dungeon by themselves, and if they were themselves an Exploration Team.

Perdita and Darius have no idea what to make of any of this. Guild? Mystery Dungeon? Exploration Team? What did any of those mean?

Bidoof, upon realizing, explains to them that Exploration Teams are groups who delve into Mystery Dungeons, like the cave they just cleared, in search of treasure and the mysteries of the world. He figures they'd make a good team! And (rather eagerly) insists if they had nowhere else to go then they should join the Guild!

With no other idea what to do, Perdita and Darius agree. They return to the tent and stand on the grate, this time bearing the shouting as their footprints are identified and they are granted access.

They descend below into the guild and register themselves, the name Team Galaxy comes so easily and somehow feels so fitting that neither object.

Before long they're laying on bundles of straw in a dark room, staring up at the ceiling.

They have no idea what to make of any of this, of why they washed up together, their memory loss, the strange relic they fought for, or what any of this Exploration business was.

But for now it seemed they had a roof over their heads, food, and a place to sleep. It only made sense to stick together, it was undeniable that in some way their pasts connected to bring them both here this way.

So if these Exploration Teams really did look into the mysteries of the world, then maybe they could help them find the cause of what brought them here, and the truth of their strange stone.

Perdita and Darius tell each other it's nice to meet them, and say goodnight, turning over to try and get some sleep.

Both conclude that there was nothing they could do but try their best tomorrow, and maybe, just maybe, things would start to make a little more sense.

[raindrop-on-a-spiderweb]

Is there a time in which you plan to share the plot/ending of stories that have been shelved, like Wayfaring Daughter? I finished my second reread of the chapters published and I am soooo interested to know what happens next and what is the endgame for those well-developed characters!!!

Or is that something you want to keep close to you? I imagine long, multi-chapter original stories are so difficult to finish, it is insane you already have one completely finished and one nearly done! Props to you!!

Keep up the great work!!! 💗

Answering these both at once if that's ok!!

I've come to a sad conclusion that Wayfaring Daughter will never be completed. It's a hard pill to swallow, but I bit off more than I could chew with this story. The world circumstances at the time in which I was working on it intimidated me, and I made the worst decision an author could do--I let fear and self-doubt creep in, and inspiration get away from me. So I'll tell you what I had planned for Wayfaring Daughter.

Here is what I had planned:

Rosannah gets pregnant while in the attic and is forcefully married to Robert, while Jeremiah still prowls around. Leland threatens them into a threesome because he knows that Rosannah is still wanted by the FBI.

Meanwhile, it also turns out that it wasn't Robert who was fucking his mom Perdita. It was her brother Harland. Rosannah had the two rooms in the back wing switched. The argument that led to Josiah's death was that Robert was Harland's son, and not Josiah's, as he had the recessive pale hair of the Beauforts instead of Leland, who was a brunette and Josiah's legitimate son–and that's why Josiah hung himself in the coat rack room.

This was revealed to Robert and Rosannah during a scene with ranting, dementia-riddled Ezra in his bed, who had walked in on his brother and sister fucking each other.

Knowing that if Leland–the only legitimate son–would inherit Bethlehem Hall that it would fall into ruin, Rosannah smothered Ezra, as Robert was unable to do it. Connected to that, it was also gradually revealed that as a child, Rosannah had purposefully slit the threads that sewed the rattlesnakes' mouths shut so they couldn't bite during church services. Resulting in that the next time her Pentecostal father had a snake-wielding service, the snake got its mouth loose and bit him fatally. 

Rosannah finds a diary in a nook, about a house slave girl named Philomena, who was the unwilling paramour of her half-brother Clement. She is the many-greats grandmother of Noah Broughton, who had inherited all the land in Savannah from the Beauforts and is why Letitia had hated the Broughtons so much. Clement had gotten Philomena pregnant, who hated Clement and was sickened by his abuse because she regarded him as a brother.

Philomena fell in love with a field slave called John, who is the many-greats grandfather of Arletha. This was the crux of Noah and Arletha's love, the descendants of two star-crossed lovers who could never be together.

This ties into the basement plot. Uriah was a serial killer and rapist of the slave women of Bethlehem Hall, as well as Maudelynn at a party when she was a young girl, as she had retreated into PTSD when she was asked about him. As the Union forces approached Bethlehem Hall, the fathers and brothers of the women who'd been murdered and raped by Uriah rose up, stormed Bethlehem Hall, caught him in the wine cellar and burned him alive. That's where the dark scorch mark comes from, and the spirit in the basement is him, trapped there forever. While the slaves are freed, Philomena is already pregnant and doesn't dare approach John, feeling unworthy of him as she is already pregnant. They part without ever seeing each other again. This is where it was implied that the Broughtons got their fortune, from Clement willing his land to Philomena and her son.

Liza Ann, Linney Belle's mother, arrives at Bethlehem Hall to take her daughter back at one point. While Rosannah liked her and she was completely apologetic and looking forward to connecting with her daughter, Rosannah was wary and angry that she would dare take Linney Belle away from her, and got Robert and Leland to strangle her to death and bury her in a grave out in the Bethlehem Hall lands.

When Linney woke up the next morning and asked what happened to Liza Ann, Rosannah tells her that her mother abandoned her again, and hugs her.

While investigating Liza Ann's death, Jeremiah finally makes his way back to Bethlehem Hall and confronts Rosannah, Leland and Robert.

From there, there were a lot of endings that I had in mind.

1. Rosannah was executed by hanging, but her spirit still haunts Bethlehem Hall. Linney Belle, an impoverished old woman, gave tours of her dilapidated old home Bethlehem Hall, and after one of the tour groups left, she walked into an empty room and saw Rosannah in her familiar dress turning to meet her, and she died on the floor.

2. Rosannah holds the men at gunpoint, kills Jeremiah, and restrains her husband Robert and Leland with rope. She flees into the night, but even after Linney's entire worldview of her is shattered, she still runs after her, begging to come along with her. Rosannah kisses her and says when she is old enough, they will be reunited. On Linney's 18th birthday, she receives a postcard of an American state and a PO Box. She travels there, and the PO box contains another postcard of another state. On and on it goes until Linney crosses the border to Mexico, riding donkeys across the Darien Gap, traveling hundreds of miles until the final postcard is simply an address. She walks into the Colombian forest until she comes across a gate, and a pale-haired little girl (Robert and Rosannah's daughter) greets her and tells her she knows who she is. Linney follows her up the winding road to a house, and in the distance she sees a figure with curly black hair, and Linney lets go of her suitcase to burst on the ground to scatter clothes all over, and she runs.

3.  The 3rd ending is the worst one. The same series of events happen with Rosannah killing Jeremiah and running from Bethlehem Hall, but this time she accepts Linney coming along with her. They leap on a train going out west, then it segues into a flashback of how Rosannah's first baby died. It's from the point of view of Jack Semple, and he spies through a sliver of door Rosannah pushing her daughter under the water and drowning her with a blank look in her eyes.

After the funeral of their baby, they trudge back to their shack, and Jack hesitantly asks if she really did it. Rosannah seems inhuman in that moment, and tells him he saw nothing and was imagining things.

And then he went to the liquor cabinet and swigged from a bottle of whiskey to forget his memory, although he had never done so before. Implying that he had started drinking because of Rosannah's manipulation and to forget what he had seen, and that what we've seen from Rosannah's point of view had been totally false, and that perhaps she had been the real villain the whole time--manipulative enough to get Leland and Robert to kill Liza Ann, manipulative enough to kill her father, and brutal enough to kill her husband.

Then the scene cuts to Rosannah and Linney on the train, Rosannah pregnant and Linney resting her head against her belly as Rosannah caresses Linney's hair.

The last scene is Rosannah, not pregnant and no longer with Linney, coming across a rural Mexican village. She smiles, says she's from out of town, and asks if she can take a teaching job. After all, she loves children.

[pizza-hats-of-the-world-1882]

since you're the most qualified person i know regarding dumas, i wanted to know your take on the bbc's The Musketeers (2014). i had a weird obsession with it a few years ago. how well (or not) does it hold up in every aspect (except for the main title track which is above any and all reproach)?

hmmm after long reflection this is difficult to answer because even tho i do in fact like the show, the only specific things i have to say ab it are negative, and i feel that doesnt fully reflect my opinion. i think the best way to summarize it is the show doesnt do anything as good as the books, so when i try to analyze it im just thinking "couldve been better" but i do admire their honesty in saying its "inspired by the characters" instead "based on the books" or whatevey. anway ill try to hit some more specific points:

they did my boy rochefort soooooo dirty!!! why did they slander him like that hes a very cool chill guy in the books and him and d'art have such a cute lil friendship in vaa, whyyy did they make him such a horrible little creeper #notmyroachie also what is adaptations repeated fixation on eyepatches? he literally doesnt have one

i dont feel as strongly ab the grimaud slander bc that change is funny as heck. he bears zero resemblence to book!grimaud but if book!grimaud decided to hunt athos for sport i would support him. tho i do think if they wanted to make him a villain they shouldve made it /him/ as a villain, not just some guy w the same name. or even commit to the bit and do an evil lackey squad. also its a tv show they had time to include more of the side charcters from the book [such as the lackeys] but didnt?? like this applies to others but im a lackey stan so i think of them first. its interesting how a lot of modern adaptations tend to minimize or erase servant characters when in some classic lit [particularly these] they are major side characters

ryan gage as louis 13 slayed immensely. he did not have to bring that much to his performance but he did and it was amazing

costume design was mid at best, and made all the worse by louis and the occasional side character wearing stuff thats actually in the vicinity of 1630s so that i see them and think "why not everyone?" i will say that they tended to have internal consistancy with each other so there is that going for it, but i absolutley HATED how the mouskos literally never changed clothes. like they got new fits in s3 but then they never changed out of those? a single cloth doublet im begging d'art got MARRIED in that crusty leather fit even tho his gf is literally a seamstress its horrible

calzone brought up that pretty much every woman in the show gets victimized at some point, which, yeah and it kinda makes the feminist monets feel a lil performative. also they fell into some of my milady adapting pet peeves: massive stat debuffs, made her sad ab athos, over-reliance on pop culture femme fatale tropes rather than her actual canon, etc. that one ep where perdita weeks showed up as a grifter/assassin and i just sat there and thought "that shouldve been milady. also people who think s3 was bad bc theyre butthurt ab milathos are wrong and stupid. s3 was bad bc of spiderman 3 syndrome [too many villains making it unfocused]

very uneven amounts of screentime for the mouskos? i swear half of the episodes were aramis-centric and maybe 2 overall were d'art-centric? make that make sense. actually fr what WAS the shows obsession w aramis, esp when they got rid of his more complicated and interesting book traits. hes barely even catholic in this, much less slutty and evil. all les inseperables were a lil ooc but i expect that in adaptations to an extent [tho i do feel they lost some of the charm of how wildly different they are from eachother in the books] the casting itself was pretty good though and i feel cabrera couldve done a good aramis if they had given him better writing to work with [also: hilarious how aramis spends most of the show in a committed monogamous situationship while /athos/ of all people has the three weed smoking girlfriends]

absolutely comical how much a bbc production went out of its way to avoid any of the england related plots from the novels. what, worried about even the slightest potential of portraying england less than favourably? tbh aside from dumas' funny narratorial comments england gets a pretty fair shake in the books, so excluding buckingham etc. in favour of making up plots ab spain is just silly.

absolutely loved that one time they went to the morgue to investigate a case they shouldve done that more it was funny. i think the show was at its best when it was having silly goofy moods [athos' "funeral"? peak]

uhh i think thats it for specifics, if there was something you had in mind you can ask and i probably do have a thought ab it that i just like forgot lol. anyway solid 6/10 ive seen it multiple times and am open to watching it again, like you said bangin theme song

[choicespride]

Transgender Awareness Month 2024 Masterlist

All of Us

Meet My MC - m!MC (Dexter Del Rossi) - @peonyblossom

America's Most Eligible

Mollie & Adan - f!MC (Mollie), m!MC (Adan McIntyre) - drawn by @lilyoffandoms, MCs by @rjschoicesstuff and @lilyoffandoms

Bloodbound

adrian bread reduction surgery aka how magdalene got her boobs - Adrian Raines & f!MC (Magdalene Constantino), Bryce Lahela - @gaiuskamilah

Immortal Desires

Answered Ask - nb!MC (Jiahao Thorne) - @choicesmc

Jiahao♡ - nb!MC (Jiahao Enyinnaya Thorne) - @choicesmc

Kalen - OC (Kalen) - @lilyoffandoms

It Lives Anthology

Headcanon - MC x Andy Kang - @pansexy-choices

Murder at Homecoming

Meet My MC - nb!MC (Jupiter Stone) - @peonyblossom

The Stone Family - nb!MC (Jupiter Stone), Perdita Stone, Samuel Stone, Margot Stone - @peonyblossom

Terror Fest

Zaire Jackson - @lilyoffandoms

Crossovers

Answered Ask (Headcanons) - HSS Prime f!MC (Lola Williams), OG HSS nb!MC (Jamie Baxter), HSS:CA m!MC (Matty Wright), AOU f!MC (Jo Moreno), AOU m!MC (Dexter Del Rossi) - @peonyblossom

Requested Asks Answered - TE nb!MC (Rams Erndheart), ID nb!MC (Jiahao Thorne), Alpha nb!MC (Sawtooth Waves), TF f!MC (Rin Day), LOA m!MC (Fiona Lightwood) - @choicesmc

[perditaalottachocolate-blog]

You Super Booped me >^^<J

And I won't hesitate to Super Boop you again!

[bardic-perdita]

Shrike Reference Sheet

Name: Shrike

Pronouns: They/Them

Class: Oath of Vengeance paladin -> Becomes an Oathbreaker after their reunion with Gortash in Act 3

Romance: Astarion and Halsin (and in an AU Breoch as well)

Personality: At first, they are unnervingly still and quiet. They only speak when spoken to, only act when they need to act, and fight like a blade forged in the heat of a thousand battles. Though once you have moved beyond the hard exterior, Shrike is a kind and caring soul, with an unwavering sense of justice. For Shrike, violence is their chosen form of protection. They choose to be the sword that vanquishes evil and the shield to protect those that cannot defend themselves. They still don't talk very much, but their smile and their actions speak far louder than any bard's song ever could.

Act One Introduction here

More info under cut:

Camp clothes and body markings:

Slayer form (pre-tadpole):

Chosen of Bhaal armour:

Other details:

Spotify Playlist

All content for Shrike is under the tag "Durge! Shrike"

[smallnico]

For the Tav ask game: 20, 23, and 24 (will always take any opportunity to learn more about Esper >:3)

~ @bardic-perdita

and of course i will take any opportunity to talk about esper!! thank u!!!!

20. What is their relationship to touch? Do they shy away from it? Do they need it to feel present?

esper's relationship to touch is complicated! they crave it just as much as any person does, and they're horribly touch starved, but they struggle to get physically close to living beings without feeling the itch of the urge telling them to kill. they love affection, it just takes them a bit to warm up to it.

pre-tadpole, they were afraid to defy what they knew to be the direction of bhaal, so they just never got close to anyone they weren't actively killing, and when they were occasionally overcome with the animal need for affection, they would do things like kill with their bare hands or snuggle up to corpses in the temple repository. post-tadpole, though, they work through their initial hesitation to touch (the urge still craves violence, but esper is providing enough resistance through the power of mindfulness that it's not overpowering, beyond the initial kneejerk anxiety that they feel because What If I Can't Stop Myself) in small doses until they're comfortable enough with it that they're constantly all over people. it helps that most of the physical contact they have to start with is with astarion -- since he doesn't have the same life signs as a living person, esper doesn't feel the same itch to make the life signs stop. really not beating the necrophilia allegations there, esper.

23. How does your Tav act in situations of stress? In moments of peace?

esper is at their best in situations of stress just because their life thus far has been nothing but operating at perfectionist capacity under constant stress. it feels the most normal to them. depends on the stressor too, though -- they're very goal-oriented, so as long as they have a clear Thing to aim at they're in their element, but in a situation where they really don't know what to do and nobody else is taking charge i think esper would just start biting people.

the other side of this is that esper never ever relaxes, lmao. they fill their downtime with tasks so they don't have to sit still with their thoughts for any extended periods. one of their classic downtime activities is playing their lyre in resonance with the sounds in their surroundings as a way of keeping watch using magic, but if they're not doing that you're just as likely to find esper working themself into a migraine trying to puzzle out the pieces or their memories or practicing their swordsmanship. they don't like sleeping either, since it brings nightmares and possibly murders. if esper weren't literally an unkillable demigod they would be collapsing from exhaustion regularly, but they are one, so they see nothing wrong with the way they currently do things.

24. What does your Tav consider to be their own biggest character flaw?

i mean, the uncontrollable murder urge is a big one. it's not the murder that bothers them as much as the lack of control that bothers them, but that's also the easy answer, so how about another one? have a list actually, esper is very self-critical.

- lethal perfectionism

- judgemental. they have high standards for everyone else too

- poor hygiene and self-care, just does not know how to do all that and doesn't think it's worth the effort (because they hate themself)

- moral compass is entirely ungrounded, they're down for all kinds of unethical or illegal shit as long as people won't get mad. this means if they can get away with doing something objectively evil they'll do it if they think it's fun

- very strongly motivated by approval and praise. will do some dark shit for you if they like you and want you to like them

- also in that vein, very private with information that probably matters to the party until the last possible minute, such as their urges, because they're ashamed and afraid of the lack of control

- will drive themself into the ground with how hard they work themself and how little they rest

they know all of these things. the only redeeming quality to how ruthlessly they judge and incisively roast everyone around them is the fact that they will, at the drop of a hat, do the same thing to themself. but they also only just started having a personality recently so they're open to being nicer to people if it means people will like them more. which it does. part of the reason they started experimenting with being a good person (and discovered it was kind of nice and gratifying and rewarding so they decided to do it more) was to impress wyll and karlach. esper has the moral backbone of a pudding cup but they are ride or die for competent people who are genuinely nice to them.

but all that said they would probably say the murder urge and lack of physical autonomy is their biggest flaw until you specified a personality flaw, at which point they would present you with the list above (signed and notarized).

[sca-nerd]

Why ViVat and Not Huzzah?

By Thomas Richardson

I wrote this for the Dec 2018 Cascadian (The news letter for the Shire of Glenn Linn) If you visit the North Country Medavielists facebook group and check the file section you can check out past editions of the Cascadian.

If you are in the SCA and live in the East Kingdom you have likely encountered the cheer of ‘ViVat!” (or “ViVant”) when an individual is celebrated for some form of achievement. On the other hand, if you have had the opportunity to visit several kingdoms during your tenure in the SCA, or ever simply visited a Renaissance fair, or seen an old medieval movie, you may also be more familiar with the oft used cheer of “Huzzah!” The cry of vivat (singular) or vivant for several people means “Long Life” (from the Latin) and is attested as early as the De Brevitate Vitae of 1287 (“Vivat academia!” ,“Vivant professores!” etc.). Huzza'ing was an established custom by Elizabethan times and may have originated as a sailor's shout of exaltation, encouragement, or applause. It appears in In Shakespeare's Henry IV (1591): “Huzza! Huzza! Huzza! Long live the King!”

The first time you heard vivat you may have thought, as I did, “Huh...strange” and just went along with the crowd not giving it much thought. I was well acquainted with the occasional hardy huzzah, and when exposed to the, in my opinion, less exuberant and more equivocal vivat, I began to wonder why. As all who have ever asked the question “why?” about any SCA subject knows, the answer always starts with a history lesson...

Once upon a time there was the West, and the West was what there was because there was nothing else. That was the SCA. But in 1968, the lands east of The Great Muddy was declared The East. So, now we had West and East. But the West also had the BOD (Board of Directors) and the East... well, the East did not, and was just a kingdom.

In 1969, both the Kingdom of the East and the Kingdom of the West (in the guise of the BOD), chartered groups in the middle, as it were. There was some confusion about exactly who was empowered to charter new groups. And while the East struck first in the region, the BOD struck last. Luckily, the two newly formed groups chose to ignore the politics of their parents and joined together to become the Kingdom of the Middle. Keep in mind that there were not exactly a lot of feet on the ground back then, so having a cluster of folk brave enough to dress up, run around acting silly, and hit each other with sticks, was reason enough to become a kingdom. In this case, a kingdom made up of lands granted from both the East and West, proud parents of their new offspring.

Two years later, in 1971, the West (or BOD, if you prefer) decided to both thumb its nose at the East and git rid of some potential trouble makers from Arizona and created the Kingdom of Atenveldt, which stretched from Arizona straight across the country to the Atlantic coast, absorbing large chunks of both the West and East kingdom (proving that the BOD could do what they want, even taking land back away from a kingdom).

At this point the SCA had created its four great incubator kingdoms- West, East, Middle, and Atenvelt. Every other kingdom from this point on would originate from one of these four kingdoms or from one of their offspring Kingdoms. Let us keep that in mind.

So in the West, when everything was new, ‘Hip hip hooray’ was the cheer of the day. The East, born of the West followed its traditions, also crying ‘Hip hip hooray’ for a while until the reign of King Gyrth and Queen Melisande (04/01/1978 - AS XII). Upon concerns that the term was significantly post-period, and that there was some speculation (now considered spurious) that its origin is anti-Semitic with the word word "hip" stemming from a medieval Latin acronym, "Hierosolyma Est Perdita" ("Jerusalem is lost"), Gyrth asked the people to switch to “Vivat/Vivant,” (as told to me by Melisande). Incidentally, it was never their intention to have it chanted three times – that being a carryover from the older cheer. It would appear that around this time, perhaps under the same concern over anti-Semitism, the West switched to ‘Huzzah’.

Now this is where the linage of each kingdom comes into play. In 1978, the Kingdom of Meridies was formed out of Atenveldt lands and invested by the Atenveldt court. As Atenveldt was a huzzah kingdom, so also became Meridies. Also in 1978, the Kingdom of Caid was born from the West, inheriting the use of huzzah. In 1979, Atenveldt created another huzzah kingdom with the birth of Ansteorra. 1981 brings us the Kingdom of Atlantia, which separated from the East and therefore cry's “ViVat!” Another huzzah kingdom is created in 1982 by the West in the form of An Tir and then comes an odd ball.

The Middle Kingdom, the love child of bickering parents, repudiated both and uses either huzzah or vivat. Instead, they yell "hoobah" as an expression of acclamation and joy. Why? Well, legend has it that an early king of the Middle, upon being presented with a troupe of belly-dancers, exclaimed "Hubba hubba!" In 1984, the Kingdom of Calontir, born from the Middle, became the second "hoobah" using kingdom. In 1985, we return to the normal order with the creation of the Kingdom of Trimaris out of the huzzah using Meridies. The huzzah using Kingdom of Outlands separated from Atenveldt in 1986 and Drachenwald, being born of the East in 1993, carried on the vivat tradition.

In 1997, we encounter another odd bird. The Kingdom of Artemisia is formed out of Atenveldt, with bits of the kingdom of Outlands and the Middle thrown in. Among all the confusion, they become a vivat kingdom. Why? Go ask them. Also in 1997, Æthelmearc is spawned as a vivat using child of the East. Ealdormere separates from the Middle in 1998 and, being completely against the grain, immediately begins using “ Wassail”. The year 2002 sees the creation of Lochac out of the West and Ciad, both passing along the use of huzzah. Northshield, created from the middle in 2004, is a vivat user because the first Prince by right of arms was nurtured in Atlantia, a vivat kingdom. Gleann Abhann, which sprang from Meridies in 2005 is on the huzzah standard, while the final kingdom, Avacal adopted huzzah from its parent An Tir, when created in 2015.

For those who were keeping count, that is ten for huzzah, six for vivat, two hoobahs, and a single wassil, most of whom were predictable based upon their linage. So, now you know.

Note: There is at least one anecdotal reference to the Barony of Carolingia using vivat prior to the request of King Gyrth, however no evidence has been presented to substantiate the claim.

[playchoicesconfessions]

Sent by anonymous

‘I'm of mixed mind about MaH being a standalone and the whole Perdita mystery never being answered. One part of me is okay with it as sometimes there are things that never get answered. The other part is not okay as I want to know what happened!!!’

POST/CONFESSIONS DO NOT REFLECT THE MOD’S PERSONAL OPINIONS!

[dd122004dd]

The Forgotten, The Forgiven

Request: Hi! I saw your requests were open and that you write for the Charmed Reboot! If I could, can I send in a request for a Maggie x sibling reader (or sister or other pronouns if you prefer!) who is adopted and has had a bad life, but Maggie slowly helps them with self love?

A/N: Hey! Thanks for the request, I hope I did the promt justice!

Warnings: Potion abuse, mentions of child abuse

A spell. A simple spell she’d found in her mother’s diary hidden in the attic. It was supposed to reveal the hidden, the invisible, the forgotten. Macy read through the spell. The ingredients were simple and easy to gather. Rosemary, thyme and lavender, a few candles, crystals and chalk.

She read through the grimoire once more, wondering what her mother hid, perhaps it was the answer they’d been looking for, perhaps it was the chest to which the mysterious key fit. Sniffing, she continued drawing the runes as directed, sprinkling the herbs as she went. Once they were done, she chanted,

“Omnum revelare, omnum revelare, omnum revelare.

Memorias occultas, res perditas,

quaere veritatem,

suscipe sumptus.

Pretium solvit. Revelare!”

As the last word slipped from her lips, the magic surrounding her clicked into place, flowing from her through the house, revealing the hidden. Her magic pulsed as it pulled layers of protective enchantments, battering against shields till she heard a scream in the distance.

She rushed out of the attic, following the cries of pain through the house till she climbed down the stairs, rounding the corners to find the source of the tearful sobs. Their sister, the youngest, lay crouched in a ball along the stairs as she cried, her heart wrenching sobs echoed through the house as Macy moved towards her sister in an attempt to comfort her, yet her sister screamed louder every time she tried to comfort her or get closer to her. The third time she tried, a wave of magic echoed through her sister as it pushed Macy back before solidifying into a shield around the young witch’s body.

Macy, unsure of what to do, frantically called Harry and her sisters home as she stood guard outside the shield, watching to make sure her sister hadn’t harmed herself.

White light flashed in the living room as the white lighter and the two charmed sisters appeared, rushing towards Macy and their sister.

“What happened?” asked Harry.

“I-I don’t know, I was upstairs, doing a revealing spell and I finished and after that I-I head her scream and rushed down. What happened to her?” Macy asked quickly.

A moment later Mel approached the shield, trying to touch it, “No! Don’t!” Macy screamed as Mel was pushed back. “Her magic created an impenetrable shield around her, it’s defensive magic, it responds to her emotions and right now she’s in fight-or-flight mode,” said Harry, observing the shield.

“So, what do we do?” Mel asked, wanting to get her sister out of her self-made shield.

“There’s nothing we CAN do. She has to feel calm and safe; only then will the shield recede. And before you ask, Mel, we can’t force her out without damaging her magic,” Harry sighed, glancing worriedly at the witch, worrying about what caused the young girl such strife.

“Can I try something?” Maggie asked slowly.

Harry stared at her apprehensively, “What are you gonna do?”

“You said she needs to feel safe, right? Well, I’m gonna make her feel that way,” Maggie said confidently.

She slowly walked towards the glowing shield, humming softly as she wove magic within the familiar tune. Slowly her lips parted as she sang, projecting calm through every word as the sound of her lilting voice echoed through the room. It was an old lullaby their mother used to sing to them on stormy nights.

The shield slowly crackled, almost responding to the slow notes of the song as it slowly faded from existence. Her sister was calm once more, her frame curled around her knees, almost shielding herself from the world.

Harry walked forward, gently scooping up the sleeping girl and taking her to her room. He laid her on the bed before exiting the room and turning to her sisters, “She’ll be out for a while. Her magic is no doubt drained after creating that shield.”

“What do we do, then?” Macy asked, feeling guilty. Perhaps she botched the spell and caused her sister so much pain.

“We wait. And when she wakes up, we will be there to support her, as always,” Maggie said, determined not to leave her sister alone.

Hours passed before she finally awoke, gasping for breath as memories flooded her, painful forgotten memories that she’d begged Marisol to hide. Dark secrets of her past that lingered in her subconscious, whispering maliciously in her ear, venomous and demeaning.

She was broken from her thoughts as the door opened, Maggie walked in with a tray of sweet-smelling mug and her favourite snacks. “You’re awake!” Maggie exclaimed in excitement as she quickly placed the tray beside her bed before tightly embracing her sister

“Are you okay?! What happened to you?” Maggie asked frantically after pulling away.

“I remember…chanting and then a flood of memories and then pain. What happened?” she asked Maggie.

After briefly explaining what had happened, Maggie asked, “What do you remember?”

“You know how mom adopted me when I was younger?”

“Yeah? What about it?” Maggie asked.

“Well, I remember my mother, not Marisol, my birth-mother. I can remember her screaming at me, calling me worthless when I couldn’t cast a spell properly or-or quickly enough. Her voice echoes in my head, calling me unworthy,” she stuttered as she tried making sense of the memories, “I-I could hear all these voices- it was too much,” she exclaimed, tears in her eyes.

“Shh, it’ll be okay little sister, we’re here for you. All of us. We love you,” Maggie reassured as she slowly rocked the younger woman back and forth through her sobs.

~

Getting back to normal took time. Her memories have been blocked by Marisol for a reason but now that they were back, she had no choice but to try and navigate through the voices, through the abuse. She tried to ignore it, the nagging thoughts as she tried to function, yet everyday was an arduous journey with seemingly no end. She’d tried to bury her pain, but when that didn’t work, she turned her gaze to magic. Though Maggie had tried the same solution and failed, she saw no other choice, anything to numb her feelings of pain and rejection.

The potion was quick to grind as she smothered the green paste on her arm, whispering the incantation as she felt her pain recede, the numbness setting in as she breathed slowly. Finally, she could focus on her work, on her research.

The rest was a blur, her over-working herself, living on caffeine and the potion as she kept herself huddled in her room. Her sisters were none the wiser, each busy with their own lives until one day Maggie stumbled in on her mixing the potion, the ingredients were familiar to the young witch.

“What’re you making, sis?” Maggie asked nonchalantly.

“Just a paste, a new potion I was trying,” she replied monotonously, trying to hide the ingredients from the older witch.

“Oh really? I think I recognize the ingredients, dear sister,” Maggie said as she pulled the bowl from her hands, “Why are you trying to block out your emotions?”

“I-I just can’t anymore, Maggie. I can’t pretend that everything is normal,” she said, her voice breaking down as the potions effects wore off. It had been hours since her last dose. She could feel her emotions trickling in, the pain she’d been running away from slowly flooded her.

Maggie placed the bowl on the counter and hugged her sister, slowly comforting the younger woman as she led her to her room. “You’re not gonna use that potion anymore, it can be addicting, to not feel pain. I should know. But this just hurts you. You’ll have to face it, and I’ll be there by your side.”

“Okay,” she said softly. Maggie sat on her bed, “Now, what’s gonna happen is first, you’re gonna talk about it, we’re gonna talk about your past and then I’m gonna order some takeout and maybe a movie, one of your favourites. Any time you feel bad, you’re gonna come find me, okay?”

“Okay Maggie,” she said as she snuggled in her blankets, sighing as she recounted her memories to her sister. The older woman listened, holding her as she broke down, offering comfort.

It was hours before her sobs stopped. She felt better, she wasn’t okay, but she felt better now. In that moment as she nuzzled deeper into her sister’s comforting arms, breathing her familiar comforting scent, she realized, no matter what, her family would be by her side.