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Aelwyn is sixteen and preparing for midterms at Hudol. Uniform pressed and starched, head full of incantations and spell components. She doesn't mean to bump into Adaine and get orange juice all over her shirt but today isn't the day she's going to start showing weakness.
"You know, you really should watch we're you're going," she says archly, playing off the clumsy mistake as a purposeful jab.
Playing it off a bit too well because, the next thing she knows, Adaine is flipping her off and a bolt of queasy looking, green energy is coming towards her. Ray of Sickness. And she can't spare the spell slot for Counterspell because she needs it for her exams.
"You little bitch!" Aelwyn says once she's emptied the contents of her stomach down the front of her shirt.
"Good luck with your exams," Adaine says sweetly.
Aelwyn is eighteen and the oldest, mangiest cat she's ever seen in her life has just vomited on her shoes.
"My," she says, casting a shield spell around her ankles to stop the cat from clawing at them. "You weren't kidding. He is a little bastard, isn't he?"
The shelter volunteer looks mortified. "Oh, gods! I am so sorry. I tried to warn you--I mean, not that I'm blaming you but--"
"No, it's alright. I did ask you to show me stragglers."
The shelter worker gestures to another pen on the other side of the room. "I can show you the kittens we just got in or there are some very well behaved older cats as well if you'd--"
But Aelwyn cuts her off, scooping up the old cat--though she holds him at arm's length for now, just to be safe. "No need. I haven't changed my mind. I'll take this one." She looks at the tag on his collar. "Hector."
Aelwyn is three and, as of a month ago, no longer the youngest Abernant.
She's had baby dolls in the past but never a baby sister and this is exciting new territory. She's full of questions. When is she going to be able to walk? When is she going to be able to talk? When will she be old enough to have lembas bread instead of formula?
Her parents seem less fascinated by the new addition to the family than she is but her mother is amused when she slaps away the hand of a colleague of her father's who tried to touch Adaine before sanitizing his hands, standing between the much larger man and her sister.
"So defensive. Perhaps she'll be an abjurer."
When Aelwyn asks what that is, her mother says that it's a kind of magical protector and she likes that a lot. That sounds like a good thing to be.
At night, Adaine cries. Except, she doesn't hear it because the mobile above her crib is etched with runes that cast the Silence spell.
"But what if she gets hurt?" Aelwyn asks.
Her father brushes her off. That's what the Unseen Servants are for. But she thinks that's what an abjurer might be for too and even though she isn't one yet, that doesn't mean she can't start practicing.
So, every night, Aelwyn waits until her parents have put Adaine down for bed and then tiptoes into her room. She checks to see if Adaine is silently wailing and if she is (and even sometimes if she isn't) she presses her face between the bars of the crib and sticks her little hand over Adaine's face.
"Don't cry," she says, even though the Silence spell mutes her words as completely as the tears. "Mum said I'm an abjurer. Nothing will get you. Don't cry, baby."
Adaine grabs her hand with impressive grip strength for something so small and, within a few minutes, she's trancing peacefully.
Aelwyn is seventeen and her sister is off to save the world again. This time from a Night Yorb--whatever that is.
It feels cruel that Adaine should have to go risk her life again so soon after she just almost died--not almost died, she did die before being raised by her cleric.
She wants to come with, to help in some way. Surely she could be helpful--last quest they brought Gilear for Helio's sake!
But Adaine doesn't ask her and she can't bring herself to say the words she needs to have the conversation she wants. So, instead, she lightly whaps Adaine on the shoulder with her spellbook as she's packing for the quest.
"I know you haven't done much studying lately what with your grades being based on how many hobgoblins you kill or whatever ridiculous system Aguefort has cooked up," Adaine rolls her eyes at that, "But if you don't mind a little cram session before you leave tomorrow, I can show you how to cast Teleport like I said. Might help you stay a touch less dead on your quest."
Her tone is light but her eyes betray her: Please, please, please don't die again.
Adaine's expression softens but then she scoffs, playing her half of their game. "I don't know what a Hudol dropout who's been in jail for the past year is gonna teach me but do your best."
Aelwyn is seven and her father is cross with her.
"Really Aelwyn," he says and even though they're talking via crystal she can feel the frost of his glare. "You thought it was appropriate to call me at work for no good reason? How many times have I told you and your sister to not bother me while I'm working."
She hates the word bother. She doesn't want to be a bother. She tries very hard not to be. Maybe she just didn't explain herself well enough.
"I know, father. But Addy got really scared and panicky on the playground. She was breathing really hard and--"
Her father makes a noise of disgust. "I don't have time for this. She is in primary school now. Stop coddling her. And her name is Adaine, not Addy. Please speak properly. I'm raising you better than that."
He hangs up before she can say anything else.
Aelwyn is eighteen and most of the claw marks on her arms have healed, which is nice. On her lap asleep is Hector who has apparently decided he likes her enough to use her as a radiator but not enough to submit to medical treatment without using her arms as a scratching post.
"You little heat vampire," she says as she slides her thumb across the screen of her crystal, searching for a video that will help her out. Eventually she finds one that looks promising and she calls it up.
On the screen, a halfling is standing next to a cat who is actively shredding her sweater with its claws. "You're going to be tempted to use some kind of a shield spell when applying the ointment," says the halfling. "But cats can smell abjuration magic and they don't love it. You won't get close enough to do the job. Isn't that right my darling?"
In response, her cat hacks up a hairball.
"Darling indeed," she says under her breath.
But even laced with sarcasm, the word is sweeter against her tongue than she anticipated.
She sinks her hand into Hector's fur and scratches his back for a few moments before tentatively speaking aloud. "Sleeping well, my darling?"
Hector says nothing--he's asleep and a cat. But warmth blooms in Aelwyn's chest--more than enough to make up for what Hector is leeching from her.
Aelwyn is seventeen and her father has just given her the most horrible command she's ever received in her life--and she's counting being made to sink a ship full of people in that calculation.
She knows her father doesn't expect her to delicately extricate the knowledge he needs from Adaine's mind. He expects her to get it at all costs. To ransack and pillage the memories if necessary with no heed of the consequences on her psyche. He'd probably prefer it that way--the more broken Adaine is, the easier it will be to mold her into a version of herself that is more useful to him.
Aelwyn is usually a smooth talker and a convincing liar but now, she stumbles all over her words, babbling out a stream of deflections and pleas as her heart squeezes tighter and tighter in her chest until she can't hold back the truth that she's been suppressing for years anymore.
"Adaine's just…she's a baby."
Aelwyn is eighteen and her apartment is full of cats.
She's always thought that the phrase, "One thing led to another" was a bit of a cop out--clearly there were key steps between point A and point B being glossed over--but in this case, there is truly no better way for her to articulate how she went from zero cats to ten cats in such a short amount of time.
She's sure that if she was still living with Jawbone, he'd have something to say about it but that's exactly why she isn't currently living with Jawbone.
She portions out food for all of the cats, saving Hector for last because he likes to eat curled up next to her.
"My darling baby boy," she says, lifting him onto the couch with her because the jump up is a bit much for him and his old bones. She kisses him on the top of the head and then pulls out her crystal. She scrolls mindlessly for a bit before checking her messages despite the fact that there's conspicuously no notifications.
Not that she has many people to expect texts from but she hasn't heard from Adaine in a few weeks and it's unsettling. When they weren't getting along, they were still living under the same roof. She was able to keep tabs on her, more or less. Now, they're closer than they've been in ages but barely talking.
I'm the older sister, I suppose, Aelwyn thinks. I should take the initiative.
She pets Hector with one hand and drafts a message with another: Are you alive, bitch?
She's about to press send but then she frowns and deletes the draft. After a few moments of thought, she taps out a new message: Can't believe I'm gonna say this. Miss my little sister. Everything all right?
Aelwyn is seventeen--though she doesn't feel like it.
Her mind is telling her that she's sixteen and that she was just been broken out of a jail cell in Solace but Adaine is telling her that she's just been broken out of an entirely different prison after being tortured for months even though she doesn't remember any of that.
But her body feels frail and Adaine says she's been in her mind which means she must have used the hard reset.
She's suddenly feeling very vulnerable--not because of the disorientation or the of the levels of exhaustion she can feel weighing on her like leaden chains. No, it's because of the fact that Adaine using the reset means that she must have read the treacle-y note that she left there for her to find.
It was just an insurance policy, she tells herself. There was wisdom to buttering up your savior to make sure she'd do what you needed her to do.
She manages to mostly believe it. But the small, truthful part of herself that knows how deeply she meant the words is so uncomfortable that she antagonizes Adaine until she's annoyed enough to hit her with a spell, sending her into blissful unconsciousness.
Aelwyn is nineteen and she's going to kill her mother.
Well, not alone of course. Adaine deserves the kill at least as much as she does if not more. It'll be a group effort.
It's a strange mix--the cold fury at her mother mixed with the warmth she feels for her sister, sitting across the table from her. She summons a flame to her palm, a preview of what their mother has waiting for her. She watches Adaine's eyes harden with resolve and she sees the face of her baby sister, left to wail alone silently for hours, soothed by her presence. "Let's get her."
"Yes, my dear," she says, the endearment coming freely as if this has always been their dynamic. "We'll get her."
But there will be time for that later. Right now, it's time for ice cream and seeing Adaine so content in such a simple pleasure causes the warmth in her to surge so suddenly that it would be startling if it wasn't so pleasant. The urge to voice it is so powerful that she doesn't know that would have been able to stop it at any point in life, let alone now.
"I hope we get to eat ice cream and cast magic forever," she says, words that would have been impossible for her to say one short year ago and impossible not to say now.
And, to her delight, Adaine agrees.
#fantasy high#fantasy high spoilers#dimension 20#d20#spoilers#aelwyn abernant#adaine abernant#i wrote this for two reasons#the first reason is that I'm obsessed w/ how verbally affectionate aelwyn became in jy and I wanted to explore that#the second is that tumblr user catartac wanted more cats in a previous meta/fic I wrote about aelwyn and she was so valid#it didn't fit in the last one so I put it here#i watched a video about how much vocabulary three years olds have for this lol#abernant sisters#edit: i tweaked a bit in the last section bc i was reminded during clip watching today that it's actually aelwyn who summons a fireball#in the middle of basrar's lmao#whoops#honestly should have remembered#aelwyn is nice now but she's still a drama queen
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Anyway, if you're a fan of Bruce and Steph having a father/daughter relationship you should probably go read about Oliver and Mia.
#maybe i'm over stepping a little because I've only had Mia and Oliver for about three days#but I have read Green Arrow 2001 issues 1-46 in that time#and it really feels like they have the dynamic certain sections of fandom want Steph and Bruce to have#stephanie brown#bruce wayne#oliver queen#mia dearden#green arrow#speedy ii#spoiler#batman#robin iv#batgirl iii#listen#every couple of months someone makes a post about Steph telling Bruce she needs tampons/pads#and Bruce going overboard buying one of everything because he doesn't know what she likes#that's not Bruce Wayne#Bruce Wayne would probably go buy something#but he would also stay on the phone with her the whole time so he can lecture her about not being prepared#which is why Steph would never ask him to do it#there are so many other people she would ask first#but Mia and Oliver?#Yeah that's they're dynamic#Mia would 100% ask him to grab something on the way home#and he would come home several bags of over priced menstrual products#muttering the whole time about microplastics and unsafe chemicals#but also he bought the cheap ones too because he's not sure what exactly she likes#and her comfort matters more than his grips with chemical waste (though he'll never admit that) (she knows anyway)
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#i am not exaggerating when i say i have been thinking about this book on the daily for like TEN YEARS#i wish i could be normal about it!!!!!#instead i memorized half of the first section so i can recite it in my head like an audiobook when i go to sleep!!!!#phantom of the opera#poto#erik#erik the phantom
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he was just a fucking kid 💔💔
#she definitely bought her clothes in the little boys section at kohls#also no way would her parents have ever let her wear this gay shit around them#she definitely bought them without telling before nationals so she could explore her sexuality with her clothes#someone on twitter said this first but i agree so im sharing here#yellowjackets#yellowjackets showtime#jackie taylor#jackieshauna#jackie taylor my alive dead lesbian baby dyke
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This video has me thinking: does anyone else have stories about how you would have died if not for modern medicine? I don’t know that I would have died, but I had strep throat for like a week once before getting antibiotics which definitely would have been a dice roll before penicillin. Feel free to rb and put stories in the tags or just add them on if you’re comfortable sharing!
#dnp#lou is loud#phan#dan and phil#amazingphil#that’s actually the only one I can think of#when my mom was pregnant with one of my siblings there were some complications that meant if she had a vaginal birth#she and my sibling probably both would have died#I think that was the first time I was like… wow so many people I know would not be alive right now if it wasn’t for stuff like c-sections#medical
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“Love Like Ghosts" // The Raven Cycle
When your true love is destined to die, is already dead, or will always be leaving. And other moments of ghostliness.
#finally this post that has been in the working for so long is up. Not perfect but its up#yes we have now escalated to full songs#a song about ghosts for which i have used no quotes about the canon ghosts#overall goal here was a section for each relationship#which made me realize blue has had a canonical thing with everyone but ronan lol#ignore the fact that i could only get good angsty pynch quotes from greywaren i was struggling to find what i wanted in trc#last part is intentional repetition of different versions of blue kiss me like we have the vision of the first hurt me baby and the actual#obviously huge bias here toward bluesey but thats bc. Well. its all for them <3#overall happy with this because i feel like it actually encapsulates song and vice versa in terms of the love and ghost metaphor#anyway bluesey car scene said absent presence#lordhuroncycle#perhaps my last lordhuroncycle unless they release new song or i get inspired lol#long post#web weaving
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angels
#torikasa#enstars#ensemble stars#tori himemiya#tsukasa suou#see because in horoharo theyre reapers as in angels of death thus the wings and crosses motifs in the uniform#this has a premise inside my head. has had one since i first drew these in likeee february ig damn#tsukasa comes from a long lineage of angels of death -it's an important family tradition#whereas tori is an angel of love (aka a cupid)#which gained relevancy much recently in comparison but are very powerful rn#still his family and him often get underestimated and so on#tsukasa angel of death also lines up with how he will come to meet ritsu and so on....... many thoughts here#ra*bits are in the dreams section also#as in they make people have nice dreams <3#soñar con los angelitos#eichi has recently been investing in the love section because he found it could be useful and therefore met tori and such#wataru is technically also love because full of love and surprises but theres something clearly off about him#and so on. wow thats so much longer than i thought it'd be ill shut up now#art tag
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happy aj trilogy day thrilling sequel to the last ms doodle post
[ID: Several MS Paint doodles featuring the cast of apollo justice ace attorney.
Image 1: Trucy looking disappinted at apollo Trucy: God apollo your such a poser Apollo: Somebodys dead.
Image 2: Daryan and Klavier arguing. Daryans hair is censored
Image 3: Trucy and apollo in shadow looking at something Apollo: I hate looking at this [daryan] guy Trucy: Why does it have anime boob jiggle physics
Image 4: A stickman on fire going, "AGGAGAGAG achtung baby!!! AGHHAGGAH
Image 5: Daryan looking to the side (hair censored) saying, "Im his silly little rabbit
Image 6: Trucy looking up at him asking, "does he call you that" to which daryan responds with "no"
Image 7: trucy and apollo spot a banana and trucy says, "YOO WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT"
Image 8: Lamiroir saying, "and hes very good at the piano, which is nice because orphans usually suck ass at the piano"
Image 9: A bowl of lettuce on the dance floor with the text, "he should have been at the club..."
Image 10: Patrick star edited to be wearing klavier gavins clothes
Image 11: Machi pointing a big gun at a bowl of salad that is nervously sweating. there is a note that says, "prosecutions recreation of the crime
Image 12: Apollo pointing with crunchy text that says, "RECALL"
Image 13: The judge and apollo The Judge: Did you see anyone else that night backstage mr justice Apollo: uhhhh (thinking about a banana in a top hat)
Image 14: Apollo over trucys body laying on the ground upset yelling, "MR LETOUS NOOOoooo"
Image 15: Trucy sits up and apollo says, "And thats how i found the body your honor 👍"
Image 16: Trucy and Apollo, with apollo looking shocked Apollo: hmm i dont think i knew daryans hair was long in the back Trucy: to be fair its also long in the front
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#ace attorney#aa4 spoilers#apollo justice#trucy wright#sequel to the last ms paint doodle if you ignore the mg one there in the middle but im pretty sure thats still at 0 notes so u did#anyways ^-^ these will be reversing through the cases bc i have a back log so the other one was the middle section of serenade#this one is like the first part of serenade#next one will be the beggining of serenade etc etc#ashenart
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Brakul Red-Dog was a decidedly handsome man, though soft featured and fishbelly pale in complexion. He was tall and thickly muscled, with a heavyset wrestler’s build that spoke to years of bodily conflict between hard labor and good eating. His hair was a striking orange-blonde, which he always kept shorn close to the scalp. His brows, beard and mustache were darker in color, bushy but well-trimmed and fastidiously maintained. He always spoke slowly and with great care, less for Wardi being his second language and more for the gap between his front teeth that would whistle, rather embarrassingly, were he not careful. He was born of the Hill Tribes, specifically a clan of farmers and cattle drivers on the north side of the Erubin river valley. If Brakul's hair and accent wasn't enough, his tattooing made these heathen origins abundantly clear. Trailing down beneath each deep brown eye was a vertical line bordered with four dots apiece. His upper arms were braced with alternating banded patterns of lines, dots, and square whorls. Most eye-catching was on the left of his broad chest, where a figure of a dog seemed to bound majestically over his nipple. Brakul would often be seized by a nostalgic melancholy in drunkenness and set about explaining his markings to his Wardi compatriots, tracing over his skin and identifying each point in his slow, deep voice. His arms and face, apparently, contained exhaustive detail about his family tree; fathers and grandfathers and brothers and brothers-in-law and uncles and great-uncles and second cousins and so on. The nuances of how some circles and rectangles could do so always eluded Janeys. The dog was fresher, the ink black where the rest faded blue-gray, and its meaning simpler. It was a bit of a bitter joke, a nod to his war name ‘Red-Dog’. Apparently, his people would tattoo the symbol of their clan's name over the heart upon final initiations into manhood. Brakul never got the chance, given he’d left his brothers, wife, and child for foreign causes and a foreign lad, and as such had been thoroughly disowned. The dog was the only name he had left. Janeys knew of people who oh-so-creatively derided Brakul as ‘Haidamane’s dog’ and chinmachen based on this. These were, of course, absolute fucking morons. Anyone with half a brain and the barest observational skill would know the man was completely and utterly ganmachen, ox-faced by both temperament and birthsign. Hardy in nature, placid and quiet under most circumstances, stubborn to a fault, and dangerous when pressed. It was Janeys who was born under the dog stars, though this he kept secret, implying himself to be his dear Faiza’s twin when asked. The two of them looked much alike after all, and were born just over a year apart. It took only this small, harmless exaggeration to claim her far more auspicious birthsign as his own, which was well worth the risks of dishonesty. Janeys had enough problems - and more than enough scathing epithets - without the addition of ‘bitch-faced’ to his good name, thank you very much.
Janeys' POV introducing Brakul Red-Dog, himself, and (loosely) the Wardi zodiac system
#This is the first excerpt from the White Calf draft I have ever posted. However this is a section marked in the google docs by#'[^^^^excessive? meandering? pointless?]' so take that as you will#I'll probably add this in another post but the Wardi zodiac system is taken seriously and one's birth sign has great social significance#There's the birth sign and then your 'face' (which USUALLY is considered to reflect the birthsign but is sometimes different)#Brakul was born under the sign of the ox and has a personality that matches ('ganmachen'/ox-faced)#Janeys was born under the sign of the dog (considered largely unfavorable) and would like to avoid the 'chinmachen' epithet#(dog-faced) or its purely insulting derivative 'chismachen' (bitch-faced)#brakul red dog#janeys haidamane#the white calf
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something something
#these aren't all of them just a random collection but just thinking about how much him not talking is such a strong part of his character#which is. well i think some of it is just that he's naturally quiet but some of it is definitely something that's grown in him over time#like when we first see him in digne he talks a Lot more than when we see him again in montreuil. which is probably bc he then has something#to hide but the way that him having something to hide ends up bleeding this sort of silence over into the rest of his life. hh.#there's more of these particularly there's a lot where it goes like. someone says something to him. he does something in response. they say#another thing. he does something in response. they say something else. he does something in response#<- so it's like a dialogue except actually they're the only ones talking#there's like whole sections of text that are just like this. whole conversations he's in that only really have one vocal participant#anyways. uox faucibus haesit coded of him for real :(#thoughts#les mis#also thinking abt how i think this is a big part of why he comes across differently in the musical. which is not the fault of the musical#bc it's just not possible to do in that medium i think . but it does chance things impression wise#Also this paralleled with all the places cosette is described as quiet/not talking when he first goes to get her
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rook x lucanis: romance with a commentary track! solas and spite contribute with their thoughts and opinions along the way whether anyone wants them to or not. it's like a MST3K episode up in here as you try to get hot and heavy. in. in the pantry. love among the radishes at the end of the world (rifftrax version)
#still not sure who I'll romance first but I *am* starting to find lucanis just like. inherently hilarious. which is often how it starts.#for me. because of my many faults and flaws as a human being. I can't resist anything I find even slightly funny#dragon age#dragon age: the veilguard#dragon age: the veilguard spoilers#lucanis dellamorte#solas#dragon age spoilers#god please PLEASE let there be a fade section where solas and spite could interact just to complete my Vision here#anyway I think this concept could bring out the absolute troll side of solas that I love and treasure so much#if you annoy him too much in your little fade talks he'll start loudly critiquing your kissing technique in the back of your head#'oh is that how people go about it these days. well. not how I would have done it but to each their own of course'#pls pls I want pass agg dread wolf roasts constantly he's such a bitch he was born for this (affectionate)#I mean only lucanis and the player can hear spite apparently so it'd be more like lucanis looking into the camera like he's on the office#it's so cruel I think he's already going to be real weird at emotional intimacy as it is he shouldn't have to deal#with being bounced against the fourth wall like a little rubber ball on top of it all. sorry about your life (?) lucanis
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ok so according to the prev poll it seems like you guys want me to post the pmd comic right here !! (does save me a lot of time coding a new tumblr for comic purposes and setting up CF ;w;)
so just wanted to share some parts/sketches from what I have so far
#this small (?) project is literally everything to me because I have loved pmd forever and the first comic I ever made was a pmd EOS comic#it was me and my best friend as pokemon and it was really silly I think only 12 pages that were horribly drawn and lost to time#oh and obviously the dialogue was crap but listen I was 8#pmd eos was p much my first real game… back in 2009 when u had the little ds you could play on the wall of Walmart game section…..#I was like mom I HAVE TO HAVE THIS#i started and restarted the game for the personality quiz so many times I wore out the cartridge and it’s kinda unplayable now#so I’m playing on Wii U (which is good for save states anyway bc god. thisgame is hard. idk how I beat it as an 8 yo)#anywayyyyyy enough sappy schmappy#persona 5#pmd#p5 pmd au#shuake#akeshu#goro akechi#akira kurusu#and all that
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I have a germ of a theory that good Christian fiction has stories that are less about shaving down your personality to meet some specific mold of what a good Christian looks like, and more about "how gloriously different are all the saints."
Not that the Christian life doesn't involve fighting against our own sinful nature and conforming ourselves to Christ-like behavior, but I think it makes for better, more realistic, and more universal stories when you also recognize that people have different gifts and flaws and they're going to be called to use their unique personalities to serve the kingdom of God in their own unique way, instead of assuming everyone has to conform themselves to a very specific (often secular-culturally based) image of good behavior. It makes for a much more vibrant story.
#catholic things#books#i'm still ruminating on charlotte yonge#because i usually contrast modern christian fiction with how the classics incorporated christianity#but she's the first classic victorian author i've found that i'd describe as writing christian fiction#which makes for a more direct comparison#she did handle religion in some very good ways#but i tried another of her books after 'heir'#and it reminded me of what i didn't like about the childhood section of 'heir'#but magnified a lot#she wants to show her children overcoming flaws#but she has a very narrow english anglo-catholic view of goodness#and that means her idea of christianity can come across as very judgemental and narrow-minded#things that are not actually sins in and of themselves are treated as moral failings inherent to other cultures#and the kids spend so much time worrying about cutting out sin that you don't get to see enough of their unique personality#i'd be willing to try more from her but i think i'd have to stick to the stories about adult characters
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sunrise on the reaping is where headcanons go to die.
#thg#the hunger games#thg sotr#sunrise on the reaping#i think it’s actually a little concerning that this is the first thing i thought when the book was announced…#i have an entire list of victors… i have wrote a scary amount of lore abt them… i am terrifyingly attached to them#but like even the canon victors!! if beetee doesn’t win the 40th i’m jumping off the roof.#if wiress’ last name is confirmed and it’s not lisiecki suzanne and i are going to have words.#(i hc her as polish and for some reason this hc is very personal to me. she also has to win the 48th. i don’t make the rules.)#if brutus doesn’t win the 43rd! if lyme doesn't win the 46th!! if any more victors are mentioned by name i will jump out of the window!!!#suzanne don’t you test me#so yeah anyway!!!!#normal abt them.#(i am not in fact normal abt them)#(fun fact i have a pinterest board with sections for each victor. yes it does have 1500 pins. no it is not my biggest board)#so yeah i am so sorry for the rant in the tags but its my post and i do what i want <3#sotr#second quarter quell#oh yeah also the first quarter quell victor!! if their mentioned by name.. or district… or anything i swear to actual god#suzanne im outside your window. yeah i just want to talk.#for legal reasons this is a joke#it’s not important that if any of these things don’t align with my personal fanon i will probably just ignore them. that’s not important.#dayne talks
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I'm convinced that if the Jedi were a little more unhinged and thirsty that the clone wars never would have happened. Hear me out!
My timeline is more than likely going to be completely off on this, but just follow me here.
Like imagine that Mace Windu - or another jedi - for instance is a Senior Padawan or freshly knighted and he comes across the Haat Mando'ade. Let's say he sees Mand'alor Mereel and is just like "smash". Then he sneaks a picture and posts it onto the Jedi.net or whatever and with the picture puts "Smash" and then a poll that has two options: "Smash" and "Pass". Then lets say he sees Montross and is like "Hard Pass" and sneaks a picture of him as well and puts it up with "PASS" and adds in the comments that he has some rancid-ass vibes.
Then all the jedi respond by choosing "Pass" in the poll thingy and they all follow it up in the comments with "100% rancid vibes" and like "stay away" and "danger". Then there is one particular unhinged, thirsty Jedi that's like. "100% PASS... but also like, I could fix him though". And the other Jedi are like "Soldier down!" and "Force-speed Pilgrim!" and "RIP in the chat". Then that same Jedi and like "Okay, maybe I couldn't fix him, but like.... he could fix me!". The follow up responses are just like "RRRIIIIPPP" and "No, don't go to the darkside!" and like "You're taste just went and burned alive on Mustafar."
And like random people will be so confused because they'll hear random Jedi that are on missions together just out of nowhere say "Smash" or they'll randomly hear "Pass" and have no karking clue as to what they mean by that. 'Cause it's so out of context and the entire galaxy beliefs that they're magical celibate monks.
Then somehow the jedi's habit of doing that with just random ass people in the galaxy gets leaked and/or the Haat Mando'ade hack into their system and find it and they end up in tears of laughter and confusion. Somehow that happening saves the universe or something.
Like a Jedi sees Palpatine and is just like "such a hard PASS" and like "puking in my mouth and crying" and posts that the the Jedi.net and the poll blows up within like an hour with everyone dragging Palpatine in the mud for having "rancid vibes" and "looking like he sells children laced candy" and "big stranger danger energy" and like "hide your kids, hide your wife..." Somehow this leads to them figuring out that he's a sith lord and they off him with the help of the Haat Mando'ade that are just kind of there. 'Cause, these Jedi are unhinged, need an actual night of sleep, like a three month vacation at minimum, and obviously need at least one Haat Mando'ade around to keep them from getting themselves killed by throwing themselves off of karking 300+ story buildings without a jetpack and refusing to wear armor! So, they've decided to adopt/marry the lot of them and are refusing to return them to the Republic. The Jedi Order now belong to the Haat Mando'ade now and they will fight you to keep them.
And yeah, they all just kinda vibe together and save the universe and go on to kark some slavers up.
#star wars#star wars the clone wars#mace windu#jedi order#smash or pass#jedi are unhinged#true mandalorians#jaster mereel#jedi order plays smash or pass#they have their own section on jedi.net for smash or pass#sheev palpatine gets dragged#unhinged jedi order au#the haat mando'ade are like yoink we're keeping the jedi#we found them first so we're keeping them#they belong to us now#Unhinged SmashPass Jedi Order AU
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Honeymoon pt.3 - Kozama'uka
"It's just as you said, my love, the sights Kozama'uka are marvel to behold. Such vibrant wetlands... I can understand now how you were reminded of that of Lakeland. Let's settle here for lunch. I would love to hear this tale of Alexander that Y'shtola mentioned earlier in Earthenshire."
#ffxiv#ffxiv gpose#g'raha tia#y'shtola rhul#wolgraha#wolshtola#y'shtola x wol#g'raha/wol#Arsay Nun#WOL posting#miqo'te#graharshtola#dawntrail#Arsay sailed them down the river on a smaller catamaran herself JUST so she could show them the really pretty view she saw in the dungeon#and then they walked through to earthenshire and flew back down to the lower levels#theres a little spot in the wetlands and lake where the grass is all pink and its that spot in particular that made arsay think of lakeland#so she wanted to show the upper side first to graha#she had told him about it before obviously since she was calling him and shtola every day during the first section of the msq#I kinda wanted to do some more onthe bottom level but i don't want these to be like more than a few pictures each for my own sanity#so i settled on something silly: arsay catching a fish from the river with her bare hands#i picture that hanuhanu was have trouble fishing something up so Arsay was like Oh I can help#>proceeds to jump into the river and comes backa few minutes later with a big fish in her hands
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