#storian

[liketwoswansinbalance]

What if Evil Rhian and Evil Rafal interacted? Give me a good show, boys. 🍿

Note:

Expect violence and all-around ugliness.

Also, thanks for the prompt. This was a fun one!

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Rafal: The one thing I can agree with Vulcan on is that we should've kept the name: The School for Evil and Good.

Rhian: What.

Rafal: You heard me. Clear as a death knell. Vulcan should've killed you while he had the chance. Instead I'm bedeviled by you, a foul nuisance spawned from "Vulcan's stithy."

[To clarify: In his Shakespearean insult, Rafal is now referencing the mythological, Roman god Vulcan, not Vulcan of Netherwood.]

Rhian: Well, you're a raging egomaniac, for someone who thinks himself the finest puppetmaster in the Woods despite being inadequate when set next to me.

Rafal: As if you're not one. And such language from the so-called Ever. Dean 'Headache' would blush.

Rhian: All right, let's say I descend to your wretched level, if only to vanquish you: you left me in the Doom Room, to rot!

Rafal: If you weren't a traitorous snake, I wouldn't have left you. Besides, you went behind my back to the Kingdom Council to frame me! To launch a war campaign against me without a jot of forewarning. I should have done worse while you were still vulnerable, hanging there, numb.

Rhian: And yet, I overheard you say to Midas that your aim was to take over all the Woods? What say you to that, devil brother? If I win and take over, I'll string you up by your vocal chords.

Rafal: [derisively] That's anatomically impossible. You're new at this, aren't you?

[Rhian lunges for Rafal, and they get into an all-out duel to the death, executing remarkable feats of arms, considering the pitiful weapons they're armed with.]

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[During an intermission afterwards:]

[They are black and blue, battered and bruised all over, sustaining minor cuts, each gasping for his breath, and they are seated on chairs, beside one another.]

Rafal: I should've brought my poleaxe, or even a halberd, so I could fracture your skull properly. Strike out the brains and dash them on the floor. [shakes his head.] Would've been great fun to ram a longsword through your ribcage, too, had I brought it along. [He twists his letter opener around idly.] This meager, little thing isn't suited for thrusting; it barely did any damage.

Rhian: [nursing a long, open slice on his forearm] I think you did enough with that letter opener. [He sheathes his dagger.] Though, someone should've died, even if you failed to shear me in two. What gives. What's the matter with us?

Rafal: [glances over at the Storian] Looks like someone or some thing wants us alive to provide the entertainment. I'm not opposed to trying again though. Why don't we? I'd love to rip out your heart. It's not as if it's getting regular use anyway.

Rhian: And I wish to wreak the same harm upon you, with your tongue besides. I hate hearing that grating voice. So monotonous. You could be a punishment for others in Hell where you belong. Your lectures are torture enough.

Rafal: Well, you won't have to hear me much longer. Not that you ever listen. Your dismembered ears will make excellent trophies of war. I could have them plated with gold—gold on the outside, rot on the inside, just like your tainted soul. [He smiles to himself, satisfied, and then, fishes through his jacket pocket and finds a long piece of thread in a clump, trying to untie it, so he can use it to garrot Rhian, or at the very least, choke him effectively enough.]

Rhian: And I'm sure your bones would make a lovely tea set, once they're pulverized. [Rhian reaches over to clock Rafal upside the head with a book.]

Rafal: [leans out of reach, rolling his eyes] Child's play. [He shoves Rhian off his chair and that devolves into a second fistfight on the floor, more vicious than the first, in an all-out brawl as they forgo all dignity.]

Rhian: At least I have HONOR! [he bellows to stall Rafal, while attempting to summon his dragonfire.] I'll scorch you like I would a snowman!

Rafal: [raising his voice as he throttles Rhian in the neck, punctuating every sentence with a punch] You? Honor? You're the least honorable man I know. At least my Evil's out in the open, for all to see. Everyone knows I use underhanded means. Everyone knows I'm a two-faced backstabber. And they rightly take precaution and obey me. [spoken through his teeth with a clenched jaw.] My Evil's a publicly-acknowledged fact. Can't say the same about you, you who went to the Kingdom Council, who indelicately skirts around Ever customs despite claiming to be one. Which makes me the "honorable" one, by your twisted definition.

Rhian: How dare you— [as he rakes his nails across Rafal's face, drawing blood that clots immediately due to their self-healing, as per the original oath, leaving shallow, stinging wounds that knit themselves right up.] I will outlast you!

[Don't ask me how they can still heal despite breaking their oaths. The Storian derives sick entertainment from mindless repetition and senseless, brutish violence. That's why.]

[And, the Storian doesn't bother to write because this is a regular occurrence with two Evil twins—it's unworthy of a tale, infighting not balance. And so, the Pen just watches and waits and watches...]

[spirit-of-the-hollow]

I present to you

Memes from pinterest

[its-me-renmimi]

Vierstagestorian

[pt: Vierstagestorian]

Vierstagestorian - A gender that is like a story of four stages. Of innocence, of painful change, of suffering, of healing.

A starting stage of normalcy. Of childhood and innocence. Of peace of mind, of safety. Of having a family and a community, of being loved and cared for and loving and caring in return.

A second stage of loosing it all, of feeling lost and afraid and alone. Of forgetting how to feel at all, forgetting everything you used to be. Of slowly being destroyed form the inside out. Of suffering through irrevocable change, of knowing things can never fo back to how they once were. Of home not being home anymore. Of feeing stuck, of time looping, of loosing track of reality.

A penultimate stage of being used. Of being hurt and controlled. Of your new self being used, of an attempt to have every part of you that remained erased. Of fighting yourself at every twist and turn. Of being made to only see in shades of grey, of bleakness and emptiness. Of unquestionable questioning, of not being allowed to think about anything that doesn’t suit someones else needs.

A final stage of learning how to live again. Of figuring out your new self, of finding your new normal. Of being able to shine brightest after the darkness and silver linings. Of grass being greener, of blooming flowers and feeling the warmth of the sun again. Of healing and of recovery, of finding home.

A story of darkness and pain that is able to have a happy ending; of how even the darkest dawns still see the sun.

Day 10 (Dec 19th): A term that's like a love letter to your blorbo | @mousesquared Tagging: @thecoffeecrew404 @radiomogai [Oopsie! We got long again! ]

Think you know what character inspired this term? Feel free to send me your guesses! Any time from now until ~5 days after the end of the event (Dec 24th 2024) ^^

[iamverynormalaboutsge]

What if the Storian orchestrated... Everything?

It has been established that the Storian was 'sealed to the two schools, bound to be ruled with balance and to not be influenced/fall into the wrong hands'. Right so that is just a load of bull. Why? Because there was always ONE Peter Pen until the Twins. And even after the evil one remained the pen balanced the injustice out by MAKING good win. That or he just never wrote the stories in which evil did win for over a century on purpose!

We also saw it SEE into the future in the main series. We also saw how it nearly killed Sophie for just coming CLOSE to it! I don't know HOW Tedros chained it in book 2, maybe the same way Rafal grabbed it to stab Agatha BUT STILL. It feels like the Storian CHOOSES when to be a God or just a pen.

Also, you can't tell me some old men or wizards decided the pen needed protectors. NO. I think it was LITERALLY the Storian orchestrating its farming grounds where he would pluck out pre-teens and teens who are FULL of emotion and make great characters to write in that aspect between waiting for them to ripen before collecting them.

I refuse to believe that the Storian isn't literally how a writer would be with its fantasy world. They choose when to allow the characters to indulge themselves with 'winning' or not before doing as it pleases.

The Storian started to draw Rafal just to then make Rhian's blue eyes. IF the Storian wanted he could have stopped Rhian. But he didn't. However, he still punished him. Does it make sense? Hello?

The Storian is so complex it both terrifies me and fascinates me.

[heyo-428]

may be having a post abt my professional storian hating skills and why it’s the real villain of the ever-never world.

stay tuned.

lmao

idk

i havent posyed in like three days and they were all reblogs

i have too many drafts

i’m working on them.

[snakeskins-world]

The storian is like a fanfiction writer.

-Has good ideas

-randomly stops doing stories to start new ones

-creates similar characters

-unseen plot twists

-makes random people die for no reason (Lady Lesso 😞 )

[thelightsthatblindme]

yap session about SGE with a bunch of spoilers for the whole book series

ok guys, hot take but there so many plotholes in the Fall and the Rise?? like as much as i love the series, i feel as if Soman could’ve found a way to cover these up. 

first of all, on the cover art of the Rise, rhian has blue eyes and rafal has green eyes, for whatever reason. in the first book, the school master is said to have blue eyes, and in the third book, the school master introduces himself as Rafal.

okay, makes sense so far, but when the Rise starts is when it gets confusing. in the Rise, Rafal has green eyes and Rhian has blue?? okay, cus in Fall, Rhian kills Rafal, all that stuff, turns into him, and takes his place, right? but if Rhian has blue eyes and Rafal has green, then shouldn’t one of the staff members recognize that Rhian was the one who killed Rafal and not the other way around?

but this is even more confusing in the Fall, bc on its cover, their eye colors switch and Rhian has green and Rafal has blue, like literally everyone thought. was this intentional? or was it just a print mistake, which I think is unlikely.

so is Soman trying to confuse us, or???

and the whole figuring out each others true aliance was like a low budget gender reveal, cus like? why did Rhian switch up on his brother so fast? like you’re telling me you spent centuries convincing yourself that you were Good, but the moment you fall for someone and kidnap them, you find out you’re Evil?? like woah buddy, calm down. Rafal was honestly so valid for wanting to kill Rhian cus I would pissed too.

also Rafal finding out he was Good was completely spontaneous too! he literally spent centuries, TORTURING his students for breaking the rules, and wow, he does a single good deed and poof he’s a good guy now? i love the prequel series, but i feel like they could’ve been better explained, not saying that I could do better, but still, the character arcs seemed to fast and rushed.

also, Rafal’s death didn’t really impact me like it did with Merlin’s. it was fast, sudden, and not really heartfelt. sure, it was sad to see the two brothers make up and finally get along before the bitch-ass pen comes and changes everything, but Rhian suddenly stabbing Rafal like that was very expected, especially since we were nearing teh end of the book and needed to see the death of one of the twins soon, sooo.

but this was just me yapping, so don’t take it seriously(soman is always watching)

[lunnare-leroy]

Octobre mois des vilain , voici ma dernière création Rafal mistral .

Je pense qu’il est plutôt ressemblant 😁

[the-royal-rot]

Can you make a modern AU about your post with Rhian and Rafal's coffee orders?

Rafal: Can I get a Black Coffee with 6 espresso shots? Extra bitter please.

Rhian: 6? Really Rafal? Don't you think that's a bit much?

Rafal: You're the reason I need 6 espresso shots.

Rhian: That's unfortunate for you. You can stick to your boring coffee. I'll take a mocha frappe with extra whipped cream, caramel drizzle and sprinkles.

Rafal: *Gives Rhian a look* Holy Hell Rhian, that Is a LOT of sugar.

Rhian: Oh please, you're just mad your coffee matches your personality.

Rafal: This has nothing to do with my personality.

Rhian: How do you even muster the courage to swallow that bitter of a drink?

Rafal (accusingly): Well It's not like the Storian can protect you from diabetes.

Rhian: Yes it can.

Rafal: How would you know?

Rhian: It favors me over you.

Rafal: *Sighs* Rhian we've been over this.

[glitchyycatt]

did any of you on here read the school for good and evil books either as a kid or recently and do you want to talk about them

[ciphersonlywife]

sge 👏 criminal 👏 au

[liketwoswansinbalance]

This passage from a philosophy book I’m reading for a class happened to remind me of Rafal’s attitude toward the Storian. Thoughts?

(I could elaborate when I have time, if anyone wants me to.)

[spirit-of-the-hollow]

Was thinking. What if

Hear me out

Humanised Storian

Lmao

All i know

Is.

- long. Like. Think long-legged bird

- gray & blue. Skyscraper colour palette

- fuckton of feathers (think poets, birds, freedom)

- fuckton of long, sharp shapes

- his pen form in his hair

- cape!!!! Not like a regular one but still, cape!!!!

- idgaf about you eyes. You know what i mean

Sketched something will flesh it out later mb:

[its-me-renmimi]

Domrloisfastorian

[pt: Domrloisfastorian]

Domrloisfastorian - A gender that is like a story of making the best of doomed circumstances. Of coming into being existence with a bang & making yourself everyone else problem. Of fighting not only your nature but reality itself to learn how to be good. Of exploring past reaches that most think are possible, of leaning everything you could ever want to know. Of making life what you want it to be & not letting life make you what it wants. Of standing out amongst the rest, of being the original amongst a sea of copies. A story of fighting since the start in order to have peace, of not being able to stop yourself from hurting but of minimising the pain, of being what you want to be and ignoring what everyone else thinks.

Day 10 (Dec 19th): A term that's like a love letter to your blorbo | @mousesquared Tagging: @thecoffeecrew404 @radiomogai

This term was inspired by one of my own OCs! No guessing is required ^^

[starrystorymaker]

Temptation, Detective?

This is an au for a set of characters I have, in which one is a murderer and one is a detective. Our murderer, neverland, insists that the detective, crimson, has the same lust for blood that he does, and is intent on proving it.

(neverland technically belongs to @thedrawingwolfie )

cw: intimate stabbing

He wrapped his other hand around the back of her neck, pulling her into a kiss in one, swift motion. In that same breath, he’d pushed himself onto the knife between the two of them. She could feel the tension in the hilt in the palm of her hand, the way it managed to cut through layers of skin without effort.

Her protest was muffled by his lips against hers, his own groan of pain drowning hers out. With effort, she tried to push him away, to pry the knife out of him. In response, he only held onto her tighter, dragging her further into him.

It was only then that she realized she’d leaned into the kiss herself, returning it even as she tried to push him away. Slowly, her free hand moved to pull him in closer instead, lingering in the moment.

She could feel the way he shuddered against her with every breath, every hitch as the knife in her hand shifted.

After another prolonged moment, she pulled the knife out of him with a firm hand, letting it clatter to the ground between them. God, did she revel in the way he gasped in pain at that, or was it the adrenaline surging through her veins?

She put her hand against his wound, intent on healing it. The way blood seeped through her fingers as she did was similar to that of ringing out a washcloth. No, that couldn’t have been right. Comparing this to something cleansing wasn’t right.

She took a deep breath and summoned aether to her palm, letting the magic bloom between his skin and hers. It worked quickly, knitting him back together.

She felt him practically go limp against her as the magic worked, another shuddering breath wracking his body as it did.

He, finally, met her eyes again, his own half-lidded as he spoke, still recovering from having a knife dug into his gut. “I see you, detective.” He murmured, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face.

She shook her head softly, her mouth forming the words to say no, that wasn’t true, but they never came.

[discjude]

anyway since I've started rereading this series here's some of my favourite annotations from the first few chapters of One True King. Generally, the colour of the annotation corresponds to a character, which is all pretty self explanatory (Sophie = pink, Aric = purple, Tedros = dark blue, japeth = green etc). I've put a translation of my HORRIBLE handwriting in each's image description. enjoy