#she isn't the heir

[fandom-space-princess]

there is a meta post. brewing. somewhere in the back of my head. about the almost comically bad, one-dimensional-to-the-point of parody way that the mass effect fandom interprets Ashley. something about how cynicism is only an acceptable personality trait in male characters, how she is consistently punished for her learned defensive posturing by the fandom in a way that e.g. Wrex isn't, and not allowed the same opportunities for growth out of that defensive posturing by the narrative that other characters are e.g. Tali.

[duusheen]

Our gen 5 heir is: Hope Pollock

her goals:

marital status: married

children: at least 1

career: veterinarian

complete the Friends of the animals aspiration and own a veterinary clinic.

[fromtheseventhhell]

I really hate how people act like Jon becoming King is him "usurping" his siblings when that's an unfair stigma that's followed him his entire life for being a bastard. It just blows my mind that people ignore Jon's own thoughts and wishes on the topic. Well, guess what? Robb named him as his heir, he will have a legitimate claim to Winterfell, and he will be part of discussions on who will rule. Even without that, it's very likely that some of his siblings would support him as King. I just hate how the conversation around him becoming King is framed as some big betrayal.

[cerubean]

*insert ben affleck smoking pic*

these children are running me ragged i swear. they both got the hates bedtime quirk AND romeo got the destructive and the aggressive quirk oml oh also priscilla is kicking akira to the curb

[jasminesilk]

Violet is a toddler now and just as cute as ever!

[chaos-has-theories]

For the FURTHER record, you could also make a gorgeous Beamont/Villeneuve fusion Girl Genius Beauty and the Beast AU.

There is a castle with invisible servants (Castle Heterodyne). There is a monster on a hill (the ancient Heterodynes). There are two princes between which the lady thinks she must choose, even though she can keep both (Gil and Tarvek). One is good with words; the other isn't, and that one isn't fully human either.

It gets tangled up of course by AGATHA being the Beast, but don't you think that's beautiful?

[sandygastle]

Silver and Clair are so funny to me. Silver meets Clair during the Kris-Silver-Lance-Clair double battle and goes "no way am i teaming up with that embarrassing one in the weird costume! I'm with Kris!" and they proceed to beat the other two together (alternatively they had met beforehand and Silver still chose to refer to Clair that way, which is even funnier).

And subsequently people in Blackthorn keep comparing Silver to Clair when she was younger and it's annoying because they squabble a lot (too similar in personality lmao. like magnets repelling each other) but it also keeps stirring the old pain in Silver's chest.

And Silver mentions it to Kris about it at some point and they know Silver well enough to be like "yo you know you can just... choose not to be a guy, right? I did something like that myself" And Silver realizes "...oh"

Anyways after Silver comes out as trans, she once again gets the old "Oh, you really are just like Clair when she was younger..." from folks in Blackthorn and has to go work out her annoyance by battling Kris and then complaining about how she'll never beat the "just like Clair" allegations now.

[loveryss]

[victor-v]

i'm not done i finished dark heir and i can't stop thinking

cyprian drank from the cup (vile, vile cat). violet will most likely have to kill him before he turns or fight him after he does

the only way to take the collar off james is killing him grrreat isnt it 🫠 what kinda sorcery are we gonna pull to resuscitate him? is he coming back whole or wrong or without powers?

why can sinclair manipulate everyone exactly like sarcean. why does he have sarceans powers. what is going on, why him and no one else which leads me to

i still dont understand why is it called dark heir. they are not heirs. they are reincarnations at best. who's the fucking heir

on other note i fucking love the visander/elizabeth duo and violet... well she's my darling i see why will loves her so much

[nostalgia-tblr]

how have i not written Scheming Queen Mother Frigga yet? i mean she's halfway there already that's like someone already starting writing it for me.

[chaoslinych]

I don't know if I should put in Kys box (art tag) or chaotic meowing (everything else) but I feel silly so

a situation happened

it's normal for me to give fl/ss characters russian songs because they fit very often, so often that maybe I can even make a whole playlist

but that doesn't matter, what matters is that I somehow made a very fast sketch of Cladery Heir to "Три белых коня/Thee white horses", just because of the vibes and to not forget my thoughts on it (but it's not something specific so I didn't put it in the post, but I'll put the song itself)

and then I've got a recommendation of sped up "Как на войне/Like on the war", and that felt really funny to me because there are so many options in which she can accidentally leave you

and that was just silly but then I got a recommendation of "Формалин/Formalin", and my first thought was

"oh yeah I should relisten to it, she keeps her "specimens" in formalin-"

BUT YEAH, THIS SONG CAN BE INTERPRETED AS DEATH OF PERSONALITY AND AN APPEARANCE OF A DIFFERENT ONE

BASED ON WHAT I'VE READ ON THE WIKI

UH

I DON'T THINK SHE FEELS REALLY GOOD EVEN IN CANON

.

oh and yeah, I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT'S UP WITH HER EYE, and I assume canon doesn't have anything about this either

and

I don't know how did I thought about this image in my mind

I'm very fucking scared of how this can affect stuff when I start developing her

oh

especially because my friend has a special interest on md I know that the right eye represents logic and mind, then the left one must represent emotions and everything else

OH

Cladery Heir what's up with your eye, the Diplomat has a situation but at least they still have an eye, WHAT'S UP WITH YOUR EYE CLADERY HEIR

[wonder-worker]

Margaret of Anjou’s visit to Coventry [in 1456], which was part of her dower and that of her son, Edward of Lancaster, was much more elaborate. It essentially reasserted Lancastrian power. The presence of Henry and the infant Edward was recognised in the pageantry. The ceremonial route between the Bablake gate and the commercial centre was short, skirting the area controlled by the cathedral priory, but it made up for its brevity with no fewer than fourteen pageants. Since Coventry had an established cycle of mystery plays, there were presumably enough local resources and experience to mount an impressive display; but one John Wetherby was summoned from Leicester to compose verses and stage the scenes. As at Margaret’s coronation the iconography was elaborate, though it built upon earlier developments.

Starting at Bablake gate, next to the Trinity Guild church of St. Michael, Bablake, the party was welcomed with a Tree of Jesse, set up on the gate itself, with the prophets Isaiah and Jeremiah explaining the symbolism. Outside St. Michael’s church the party was greeted by Edward the Confessor and St. John the Evangelist; and proceeding to Smithford Street, they found on the conduit the four Cardinal Virtues—Righteousness (Justice?), Prudence, Temperance, and Fortitude. In Cross Cheaping wine flowed freely, as in London, and angels stood on the cross, censing Margaret as she passed. Beyond the cross was pitched a series of pageants, each displaying one of the Nine Worthies, who offered to serve Margaret. Finally, the queen was shown a pageant of her patron saint, Margaret, slaying the dragon [which 'turned out to be strictly an intercessor on the queen's behalf', as Helen Maurer points out].

The meanings here are complex and have been variously interpreted. An initial reading of the programme found a message of messianic kingship: the Jesse tree equating royal genealogy with that of Christ had been used at the welcome for Henry VI on his return from Paris in 1432. A more recent, feminist view is that the symbolism is essentially Marian, and to be associated with Margaret both as queen and mother of the heir rather than Henry himself. The theme is shared sovereignty, with Margaret equal to her husband and son. Ideal kingship was symbolised by the presence of Edward the Confessor, but Margaret was the person to whom the speeches were specifically addressed and she, not Henry, was seen as the saviour of the house of Lancaster. This reading tips the balance too far the other way: the tableau of Edward the Confessor and St. John was a direct reference to the legend of the Ring and the Pilgrim, one of Henry III’s favourite stories, which was illustrated in Westminster Abbey, several of his houses, and in manuscript. It symbolised royal largesse, and its message at Coventry would certainly have encompassed the reigning king. Again, the presence of allegorical figures, first used for Henry, seems to acknowledge his presence. Yet, while the message of the Coventry pageants was directed at contemporary events it emphasised Margaret’s motherhood and duties as queen; and it was expressed as a traditional spiritual journey from the Old Testament, via the incarnation represented by the cross, to the final triumph over evil, with the help of the Virgin, allegory, and the Worthies. The only true thematic innovation was the commentary by the prophets.

[...] The messages of the pageants firmly reminded the royal women of their place as mothers and mediators, honoured but subordinate. Yet, if passive, these young women were not without significance. It is clear from the pageantry of 1392 and 1426 in London and 1456 in Coventry that when a crisis needed to be resolved, the queen (or regent’s wife) was accorded extra recognition. Her duty as mediator—or the good aspect of a misdirected man—suddenly became more than a pious wish. At Coventry, Margaret of Anjou was even presented as the rock upon which the monarchy rested. [However,] a crisis had to be sensed in order to provoke such emphasis [...]."

-Nicola Coldstream, "Roles of Women in Late Medieval Civic Pageantry," "Reassessing the Roles of Women as 'Makers' of Medieval Art and Culture"

[leiascully]

Rewatching Pilot and realizing how red Karen Swenson's hair is and something something Karen-Billy-Theresa/Scully-Mulder-Samantha parallels. It's not a fully formed thought. But there's something.

[supermarine-silvally]

Would you ever become a Samurai of the Sea`?

"Though I was born in Wano, I wasn't raised there. Nor do I practice the code of the samurai, despite having learned much from Kin'emon and Okiku and others. Still, I hope my conduct will be enough to make my samurai grandfather Ushimaru and the rest of the Shimotsuki family proud."

Ask Yara (or any of my OCs) anything!

[sunnysssol]

The difference between Alfred and Annabeth is that Alfred would not put a tramp stamp on the West Virginia mothman statue. However, Annabeth absolutely would. Send post

[acourtofquestions]

Golden flame danced between her fingers.

Elide recoiled, and the fire vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

"My name is Essar," the female said softly. "I am a friend--of your friends, I believe."

Elide said nothing.

"Cairn is a monster," Essar said, taking a step closer. "Stay far from him."

"I need to find him."

"You played the part of his mistreated lover well enough. You have to know something about him. What he does."

"If you know where he is, please tell me." She wasn't above begging.

Essar ran an eye over Elide. Then she said, "He was in this city until yesterday. Then he went out to the eastern camp." She pointed with a thumb over a shoulder. "He's there now."

"How do you know?"

"Because he's not terrorizing the patrons of every fine establishment in this town, glutting himself on the coin Maeve gave him when he took the blood oath."

Elide blinked. She had hoped some of the Fae might be opposed to Maeve, especially after the battle in Eyllwe, but to find such outright distaste...

Essar then added, "And because my sister--the soldier you spoke with--told me. She saw him in the camp this morning, smirking like a cat."

"Why should I believe you?"

"Because you are wearing Lorcan's shirt, and Rowan Whitethorn's cloak. If you do not believe me, inform them who told you and they will." Elide cocked her head to the side.

Essar said softly, "Lorcan and I were involved for a time."

They were in the midst of war, and had traveled for thousands of miles to find their queen, and yet the tightness that coiled in Elide's gut at those words somehow found space. Lorcan's lover. This delicate beauty with a bedroom voice had been Lorcan's lover.

"I'll be missed if I'm gone for too long, but tell them who I am. Tell them that I told you. If it's Cairn they seek, that is where he shall be. His precise location, I don't know." Essar backed away a step. "Don't go asking after Cairn at other taverns. He isn't well regarded, even amongst the soldiers. And those who do follow him... You do not wish to attract their interest."

Essar made to turn away, but Elide blurted,

"Where did Maeve go?"

Essar looked over her shoulder. Studied her.

The female's eyes widened. "She has Aelin of the Wildfire," Essar breathed.

Elide said nothing, but Essar murmured, "That was... that was the power we felt the other night." Essar swept back toward Elide. Gripped her hands. "Where Maeve went a few days ago, I don't know. She did not announce it, did not take anyone with her. I often serve her, am asked to... It doesn't matter. What matters is Maeve is not here. But I do not know when she will return."

Relief again threatened to send Elide crumpling to the ground. The gods, it seemed, had not abandoned them just yet.

But if Maeve had taken Aelin to the outpost where they'd lied that the Valg prince had been contained...

Elide gripped Essar's hands, finding them warm and dry. "Does your sister know where Cairn resides in the camp?"

For long minutes, then an hour, they had talked.

Essar left and returned with Dresenda, her sister. And in that alley, they had plotted.

Elide finished telling Rowan, Lorcan, and Gavriel what she'd learned. They sat in stunned silence for a long minute.

"Just before dawn," Elide repeated. "Dresenda said the watch on the eastern camp is weakest at dawn. That she'd find a way for the guards to be occupied. It's our only window."

Rowan was staring into the trees, as if he could see the layout of the camp, as if he were plotting his way in, way out.

"She didn't confirm if Aelin was in Cairn's tent, though," Gavriel cautioned. "Maeve is gone--Aelin might be with her, too."

"It's a risk we take," Rowan said. A risk, perhaps, they should have considered.

Elide glanced to Lorcan, who had been silent throughout. Even though it had been his lover who had helped them, perhaps guided by Anneith herself. Or at least had been tipped off by the scent on Elide's clothes.

"You think we can trust her?" Elide asked Lorcan, though she knew the answer.

Lorcan's dark eyes shifted to her. "Yes, though I don't see why she'd bother."

"She's a good female, that's why," Rowan said.

At Elide's lifted brow, he explained, "Essar visited Mistward this spring. She met Aelin." He cut a glare toward Lorcan. "And asked me to tell you that she sends her best."

Elide hadn't seen anything that came close to pining in Essar's face, but gods, she was beautiful. And smart. And kind. And Lorcan had let her go, somehow.