#the excursionist

[7pleiades7]

L'excursionniste or The Excursionist (ca. 1888) by Pierre-Auguste Renoir (French, 1841-1919), oil on canvas, 61.5 x 50 cm, Musée d'art moderne André Malraux, Le Havre

[ndostairlyrium]

Have you ever considered deafening your frens by blowing raspberries right on their cheekbones? The correct answer would be never, unless your name is Barbara and you're a legit menace to those surrounding you :'

June belongs to @layalu / @dungeons-and-dragon-age

Sketch under the bridge

[thegreatyin]

of all the directions for the scoundrel to go this was certainly one of them.

[rescuefield-a]

infinite darkness should have been claire, leon, patrick and shen mei on a road trip in some zombie infested cave or whatever, there i said it

[chemicalarospec]

Idk who needs to hear this, but there's nothing wrong with wanting a purely platonic-sexual relationship with no romance. Yes, even if the person who wants it is a straight man.

edit: reblogs are off because radblr/TERFs/excursionists are passing around a pathetic retort like it's gold. [okay it's been a bit they're back on. all aspec people are queer <2]

[britishbiscuits]

waiter waiter more paraswap lore please!

SCREAMINGGGGGGGG FINALLY SOMEONE IS INTERESTED IN THIS HURRAY I AM NOT INSANE YA YA YA!!!!

Technically, I don't have much to say since, the new concept of this AU isn't thought out well

But I know for sure that the employee 724 is the opposite of 427. He hates his boring job, skipping order after order to get lost in his own imaginary world. Which often gets him into trouble

And 724 is.. Miserable.

And then one day, something peculiar happens. All of his co-workers are gone, replaced by a rather obnoxious man that keeps intervening his daydreams to voice his criticism towards the stories, which never have an end. A finish. They just- cut off. What could it mean?

(Which is sort of a parallel to how the endings have their finish. Something complete. And Stanley starts all over again. Except, unlike Stanley, the employee 724 never gets to start again. Hell, he never gets to finish at least one story. The beginning..Is only the beginning)

During this, the employee is forced to live through every story he gets to write. Some of them nice, peaceful. Some of them messed with by Overseer himself. Either to prove a point, or to make the plot more 'dramatic'. Something that the viewers will watch! Something that will sell!

Overseer loves to watch. Anything and everything. He is in control. He is control. But, sometimes they both get out of hand. Perhaps, no one ever was in control of this. Perhaps, they are two sides of one coin

Their current designs look like this (except I forgot to add a pocket with a pen for 724 lol) In opposition to Stanleys plaid 724 has stripes. Instead of arrows there are Zending lights on Overseer's cardigan

The visor can display a plethora of simple words, emojis, etc. It can also display nothing. Depends on the situation

Then, there are of course Mariella and the Curator, which, in this setting are, the Excursionist and, well. Currie(I haven't got a proper name for her yet)

This is pretty simple, Currie appears in the Mariella ending and the Excursionist is in charge of the museum

I don't know if it'll evolve into something more, but for now these are the concepts I am most content with ^^

There is also a bunch of old stuff that pretty much got scrapped or replaced. But, yeah! This is pretty much all

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR LETTING ME DUMP ALL THIS INFORMATION

THE BEGINING IS ONLY THE BEGINNING IS ONLY THE BEGINNING IS ONLY THE BEGINNING IS ONLY THE BEGINNING IS ONLY THE BEGINNING IS ONLY

[walks-the-ages]

anyways if you're incredulous at people trying to deny that transandrophobia exists for trans men and trans mascs to describe their unique experiences with discrimination, please pull your head out of your ass and stop pulling the radical feminist tactic of

"insisting that when nonbinary people have a word to describe our experiences with discrimination that we're being excursionists by lumping trans people in with their oppressors"

Nonbinary people talking about exorsexism and binary priveledge is no more demonizing binary trans people, than trans people talking about cis priveledge is demonizing cis people, or intersex folk talking about perisex priveledge or Black people talking about white priveledge is demonizing all white people.

The existence of transandrophobia is not erasure of transmisogyny.

The existence of binary privilege is not erasure of transphobia that binary people face.

If a nonbinary person is talking about Binary Privilege, they are not attacking you and saying you've never experienced anything bad ever.

It's not "oppression olympics" when one queer group has their own terminology for their experiences, and I really, really can't grasp how a trans man, one of the current victims of the latest Radical Feminist wave, are one of the people saying this 🤦Like, the irony?????

thankfully the wider trans community is a lot more open-minded than single bloggers but still. It boggles the mind sometimes how the current target of an exclusionist movement can turn around and set their sights on their own victim to tone-police.

It's called intersectionality and solidarity. You can't only care about these things when its about your identity in particular.

Stand together, or fall apart.

[bonaxie]

Come what may (Comfy-vember Day 3)

Honestly, Obi-Wan should have expected it. It hadn't even been 3 years since Anakin had become his Padawan, and yet the boy had ended up in Halls of Healing after injuring himself more times than was reasonable.

When Obi-Wan entered in his room in the Halls of Healing, Anakin was waiting for him, sitting sulkily on his bed with both arms in casts. On the right, the cast stretched from the middle of the hand to just above the elbow. And on the left, it stopped below the elbow but still immobilized the wrist.

"What have you done now, my young Padawan?" Obi-Wan asked, masking his amused smile with a desperate sigh.

"It wasn't my fault!" The 11-year-old immediately defended himself.

"I never said it was." Obi-Wan calmed him as he came to sit beside his bed. "I'd just like to know what happened."

"Yeah, so you can punish me." Anakin muttered.

The boy said this sulkily, but Obi-Wan knew it was genuine fear on his Padawan's part.

"I won't punish you if you haven't done anything wrong, Anakin. And if you have done something, you'll simply have more hours of meditation to reflect on your actions. I'm not going to lock you up, I'm not going to deprive you of food or water, and I'm not going to hit you."

Saying these words always gripped Obi-Wan's heart, but unfortunately he knew that growing up as a slave left its mark. And that Anakin needed these reassurances regularly.

The boy didn't respond immediately, fidgeting a little and fiddling with a thread protruding from the blanket, before wincing in pain when he tried to move his left wrist too much. Obi-Wan said nothing, giving him time to organize his thoughts.

"You're not going to be mad?" He asked in a small voice.

"No." Obi-Wan promised.

Anakin finally sighed before launching into his story. "With another Padawan, we were out of the Temple and a speeder passed too close to us so I pushed them out of the way but fell instead. And here we are." Anakin nodded, pointing to his plastered arms.

"There you are." Obi-Wan repeated. "You simply fell from your height and fractured both your arms?" He asked, doubtful.

So, yes, a bad fall was bound to happen, but Obi-Wan was getting to know Anakin pretty well, and he knew it would take more than a fall from his height to break both his arms.

Anakin mumbled something Obi-Wan didn't understand. "Hm? I didn't hear that, Padawan."

"I fell two stories." Anakin repeated barely louder. "I tried to catch myself with the Force like you taught me, but I didn't quite make it."

Obi-Wan felt his stomach loop. Anakin had fallen 2 stories?!

"Okay. And other than your arms, did you hurt yourself anywhere else?"

Anakin shook his head. "I had my arms out front." He justified himself.

Obi-Wan nodded and took a moment to deal with the flash of fear that had passed through him when he'd learned that Anakin had fallen 2 floors. Then more questions came to him. "Why were you outside the Temple when you should have been in mechanics class?"

"A- My friend promised to take me to the market. Besides, I already know how to do everything we do in mechanics class. I can build a droid mouse with my eyes closed!"

"I know you're very good at mechanics, but that doesn't give you the right not to go to class. But since it's your first time, I won't say anything more. I would, however, like to know how you managed to get out of the Temple without getting caught."

"They know lots of hidden passages. And the location of the Guards."

"And may I know the identity of your fellow excursionist?"

"I don't want to get them in trouble." Anakin muttered.

"No one's going to get in trouble Anakin. I just want to make sure they’re okay. From what you've told me, they could have been hurt too, and I want to make sure their Master knows they might be hurt."

"They’re not hurt, I asked them before they called for backup."

"Backup?" Obi-Wan repeated. "How did you get back to the Temple? Didn't you call the Guards?"

"No." Anakin replied in a small voice, fidgeting on the spot.

"Then who did you call and how did you get in here?" Obi-Wan insisted.

Anakin didn't answer immediately, and just as he opened his mouth to reply, the door flew open.

"Ani! I hope you’re okay, I've already-" The new person stopped abruptly as he noticed that the Padawan wasn't alone in the room. "Oh hey, Obi, funny seeing you here. What are you doing here?"

"Quinlan." Obi-Wan simply said in a calm voice, staring at his best friend. "May I ask what you are doing here?"

"Oh, well I- I heard Anakin was hurt so I- And then as I was- " The Kiffar stammered.

Obi-Wan realized at that moment what had probably happened. But he didn't want to say it directly, so he chose to have a little fun. "I hope Aayla wasn't hurt in the accident." He said casually.

"Oh, she grated her hand a little but nothing serious, tomorrow there'll be nothing left."

"And how did she get hurt?"

Quinlan paused at this point, realizing what had just happened. "Oops, you weren't supposed to know about that," the Kiffar said. “I think I'm going to run very far very fast." He added, turning around.

But before he could reach the door, Obi-Wan grabbed his ear, taking care to use one side of his tunic to keep from touching his friend's bare skin, preventing him from moving.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, that hurts Obi."

"That's your punishment for showing Shadow's secret passages to your Padawan, who then shows them to my Padawan." Said the younger Jedi. "And I'll let you off the hook this time only because you brought them back to the Temple after Anakin's fall. But next time you know our Padawans are going to try to sneak out of the Temple, follow them and stop them from getting hurt. I don't want to find my Padawan with both arms in cast every week." Obi-Wan said, never letting go of Quinlan's ear, who was bent double by the force his friend was exerting on his ear.

"Okay, okay, I won't do it again or I'll go with them. But go easy on the ear Obi, I need it quite a bit, please. I'm sorry, I won't do it again, sorry?"

Obi-Wan sighed, but eventually released his friend, who straightened, massaging his ear. "Get out, I don't want to see you. And say hello to Aayla for me."

"I promise! Kisses Ani!" Quinlan exclaimed as he hastily left the room.

As for Anakin, he had remained silent throughout the discussion between the two Jedi Masters, amused as always by their banter. But when his Master's gaze returned to him, Anakin immediately lost his little smile.

Obi-Wan said nothing for a moment before sighing. "I'm not going to say anything more about it. If Quinlan was involved, you're not responsible.”

"Aayla won't have any problems?"

"Not from me. If Quinlan wants to discuss with her what happened today, he can, but I won't interfere."

"And... I'm not going to get in trouble for getting out of the Temple?"

"I think these casts will teach you a lesson. Do you know how long you have to keep them on?"

"Master Che said a week."

"I see. Well in that case let's go home, you'll be better off there than here."

"I can?"

"Unless you want to spend the next week stuck in the Halls of Healing." Obi-Wan joked.

"No!" Anakin exclaimed as he jumped to his feet, wincing and wobbling as the pain in his arms reasserted itself.

Luckily, Obi-Wan had somewhat expected this and was able to stabilize him quickly by putting an arm around his shoulders. "Take it easy, Padawan. Even if your wounds aren't too bad, they're still painful."

"Yes, Master."

Obi-Wan guided Anakin to the exit of the Temple's Halls of Healing and then to their apartment, always keeping one hand behind his back. And even though Anakin tried to act tough and grit his teeth, Obi-Wan could see that it hurt him to walk.

So at one point, about halfway down the path, Obi-Wan stopped and, under Anakin's questioning eye, removed his cloak before bending down in front of Anakin, offering him his back.

"Obi?" Anakin asked, confused.

"Hop in, I can see walking's hurting you, and you're exhausted." Obi-Wan said simply, looking at his Padawan over his shoulder.

Anakin hesitated for a moment and then, without making a sound, approached Obi-Wan's back and put his arms around Obi-Wan's neck, moving gently so as not to hurt himself even more. When he was settled, Obi-Wan put his arms under his Padawan's knees, securing him on his back, and gently stood up. He then used the Force to float his cloak over Anakin's back, enveloping them both in the warmth of the garment.

Once settled, Obi-Wan set off again.

And less than 2 minutes later, Anakin was fast asleep, his face pressed against Obi-Wan's shoulder, and he could feel his Padawan's steady, warm breath on his neck with every breath.

Obi-Wan quickly arrived at their apartment and, giving the late hour, decided to put Anakin straight to bed. They would have time to talk more the next day, if necessary. The young Knight would have liked Anakin to eat something before going to bed, as the boy was still underweight, but he preferred to let him sleep.

Obi-Wan then gently placed Anakin in his bed, before removing his boots and belt to make him more comfortable for sleeping. Once this was done, Obi-Wan raised his Padawan's plastered arms with pillows before pulling the covers up to his protégé's chin. Anakin didn't move a muscle during the whole maneuver.

Obi-Wan smiled tenderly and tucked back a wild lock of hair that had fallen into Anakin's eyes, freeing his Padawan braid from behind his shoulder. Unable to resist, Obi-Wan leaned over and placed a light kiss on his forehead before straightening up and leaving the room, leaving the door ajar so he could hear his Padawan if he needed him.

Obi-Wan then moved into the living room and worked a little before eating something quickly and going to bed, not forgetting to check on Anakin. All was well, and the young boy was fast asleep.

The young Knight slept with one eye open that night, waking at the slightest sound, ready to get up if his Padawan needed him in any way. Fortunately, the night passed without incident for Anakin, and Obi-Wan rose at around 6 a.m., as he did every day.

As he did every day, he began his day with a meditation session and then tackled the day's chores, such as watering the plants that adorned the apartment, sorting dirty clothes to send to the cleaners, or doing a bit of light housework.

Normally, he woke Anakin around 7 a.m. so that he could go to class at 8 a.m., but he decided to give his Padawan a day or two's rest before he had to return to class. So he sent messages to his teachers, who replied that they had already been notified by the Halls of Healing and that Anakin wasn't expected back in class until the following week, 5 days from now.

Obi-Wan smiled and let Anakin sleep as much as he wanted, keeping himself busy by reading while waiting for him to wake up.

Then finally, around 8:30... " Obi-Wan?" came a sleepy voice from the bedroom.

Obi-Wan immediately put down his datapad and stood up, heading for Anakin's room. He gently opened the door and saw that his Padawan was indeed awake, but barely. His eyes were still half closed and his hair was in all directions.

"Good morning Padawan, did you sleep well?" Obi-Wan asked as he came to sit on Anakin's bed, putting a lock of his hair back into place.

"Hmm. What time is it?" Anakin inquired, squirming a little in his bed.

"8h30. But don't worry, I've notified your teachers and you're not going to class today, or until next week."

Anakin, who had started to panic at his Master's reply, quickly relaxed. He didn't like skipping classes, but he really didn't feel good enough to go to one at the moment.

"Would you like to get up?" Obi-Wan offered.

Anakin nodded and straightened up in bed with a little help from Obi-Wan, who then handed him a glass of water with a straw so he could drink without risking dropping the glass.

"Do you want to go to the ‘fresher before you eat?"

Anakin nodded again.

"Okay. And what do you want to eat?"

Anakin didn't reply verbally to this, but lowered his eyes a little, twisting his fingers as best he could. Obi-Wan quickly understood and smiled, "I'll do that. You call me if you need me." The Jedi said, before leaving the boy's room and heading for their small kitchen.

He immediately took out all the ingredients needed to prepare a special breakfast: scrambled eggs with sugar, sprinkled with a little chocolate, and a slice of toast with butter. These particular eggs were Anakin's favorite breakfast because they were the first thing Obi-Wan had cooked for him when he arrived at the Jedi Temple. Obi-Wan had originally intended to make normal scrambled eggs, but that morning when he prepared Anakin's breakfast, he hadn't slept for 3 days and was still extremely troubled by his Master's death, and had confused salt and sugar, sweetening the beaten eggs before putting them in the frying pan. When he realized this, he had almost burst into tears again, but Anakin had reassured him by saying that he didn't know scrambled eggs anyway, so it could only be good. This admission that, at 9 years old, Anakin didn't know scrambled eggs almost made Obi-Wan cry again, but he restrained himself, letting the young boy try the eggs, without much conviction. But to his surprise, Anakin had loved it, and it was now his favorite breakfast, the one he asked for when things weren't going so well.

Since then, Anakin had tried normal salted scrambled eggs, but he always preferred sweet eggs, to the surprise of many. But Obi-Wan never shied away from making his Padawan sweet eggs, even adding chocolate and the occasional piece of fruit on top.

Obi-Wan was about to put the eggs in the frying pan when Anakin called to him from the ‘fresher. Deciding that the eggs could wait, Obi-Wan cut the fire under the frying pan and went to join his Padawan, whom he found in front of the sink.

His tunics and leggings were a little askew but nothing dramatic.

"Do you need help, Anakin?" Obi-Wan asked, approaching him.

"Can you help me wash my hands? I don't want to get the casts wet, but I don't know how."

True, it was something Obi-Wan hadn't thought of until now. But he quickly came up with a solution. "I'll use a wet washcloth with soap to wash your fingers without touching the cast and I'll rinse by doing the same thing. And then you can dry your hands normally, does that sound good?"

Anakin nodded, so Obi-Wan grabbed a washcloth and gently washed his Padawan's hands, taking care not to wet the casts.

"Come on, let's eat. The eggs are ready to be cooked."

Anakin nodded and his stomach rumbled, making the boy blush. Obi-Wan just laughed and let Anakin settle at the table, helping him to pull the chair closer so he wouldn't hurt his arms, before heading for the kitchen.

A short silence settled over the apartment, but Obi-Wan didn't let it last too long. "By the way, did you make it all the way to the market yesterday with Aayla or not?"

"Oh yes! It was great, nothing like the Tatooine market! There were loads of people, and so many things to buy. And lots of things to eat and drink too, I've never seen so many different waters!" The young boy exclaimed. "But we didn't have any money, so we couldn't buy anything."

Obi-Wan smiled and put the eggs on two separate plates, bringing them to the table before bringing out two glasses and a bottle of orange juice, not forgetting to take a straw for Anakin.

"Well if you want, we can go back this afternoon or tomorrow, since you don't have any classes and we can't really train."

"Really?" Anakin asked, his eyes wide and hopeful.

"Sure. This time we'll take a speeder and you'll stay with me, but I don't see why we can't go."

"So cool, thanks Obi!" Anakin exclaimed happily as he went to grab his fork to start eating.

However, with his cast, he couldn't close his fingers enough to catch his fork, and it fell back onto the table. Anakin frowned and tried again, with no more success than the first time.

Seeing his frustration, Obi-Wan put down his own fork. "Problem, Padawan?" he asked.

"My fork won't stay in my hand." Anakin muttered, trying a third time. But the fork wouldn't hold, and Anakin gave up, frustrated.

"How about if I help you?" Obi-Wan offered.

"How?" Anakin asked, sulking.

"Well, after we've eaten, we can go to the kitchens to see if they've got any big-handled cutlery to lend us so it's more convenient for you, but in the meantime I can feed you."

"You're not going to spoon-feed me! I'm 11, I'm not a baby!" Anakin protested.

"I know you're not a baby, but there's no shame in accepting help when you need it, Anakin. I'm not going to think any less of you, and I'm not going to make fun of you, I promise. I just want to help you eat." Obi-Wan reassured.

Anakin hesitated a moment longer, but finally nodded slowly, seeming hesitant all the same. Obi-Wan thanked him with a smile and, having pulled his chair closer, grabbed Anakin's fork and filled it, bringing it to his Padawan's mouth.

Breakfast went well, and when they had finished, Obi-Wan cleaned up and left the dishes in the sink, deciding to do them later. He then washed Anakin's hands and face, and helped him change, before they both left their apartment, first to go to the kitchens to find suitable cutlery for Anakin, and then Obi-Wan planned to take his Padawan to Dex's, and go to the market in the afternoon.

Walking along the Temple corridors, one hand on Anakin's back as he walked beside him with both arms in cast, Obi-Wan wondered if Anakin would hurt himself like this again in the future. He quickly decided that it was likely, but that it wasn't a big deal. Whatever state his Padawan ended up in, Obi-Wan would be there to help him, so all was well.

Come what may, they'll be together.

@comfy-vember

[chaoslinych]

come, let's sing the sailor song!!!!

yay another art plan is done (hoping to not lose all the other ones in my head)

at first i just wanted to make a post with only Zeefarer, and specifically tell a story about why a version of her as a sequencer is even scarier than ONE OF THE SCARIEST canon variants, and how did we even come to this

but another idea with this suddenly happened, and i love it so much too (i've had an idea of making references for fl/ss characters like i did for Kys, and i think that's when i'm gonna explain everything, THERE'S GONNA BE A LOT OF TEXT, AGAIN)

actually it's a silly trend that i've of course MISSED, but today i'm gonna talk about those two BECAUSE!!!! ABSOLUTELY SUDDENLY THIS PAIR TURNED OUT TO BE MORE INTERESTING THAN JUST A "HEEHEE I LOVE THOSE CHARACTERS, THEY'RE A COUPLE NOW"

at first it was actually like this, that's a normal situation for me

BUT HERE'S AT LEAST TWO SITUATIONS THAT MAKE THEM AWESOME

(I have to cut posts so often, I LOVE WRITING LETTERS SO MUCH)

if you've played through icarian cup, you know that the main thing about Zeefarer is her neverending lexicon of zailor speech, which is not just a fun detail, but also a part of her drama as a character, because the only one who understands her and is her only actual friend (and a translator) is a boot from Polythreme, but here's a thing, SHE LOSES IT TOO (by her own will) AFTER THE RACE (in our variant) as well as her crew, which could at least half understand her, and which probably ended up becoming sequencers

that's already a situation

BUT WE ALSO HAVE DIPLOMAT

who doesn't keep diplomatic notes in principle, either because of their boundless cunning, or because of their excellent memory, honestly I think both

AND LITERALLY, when they talk with Zeefarer, they could memorize her speech expressions and sooner or later start to understand her without any help

THIS IS VERY CUTE

i especially can imagine a situation in which the Zeefarer notices this herself, specifically when Diplomat translates her words for another person, just like the helpful boot in the ES (would be nice to draw this too but i'm not promising this)

AND HERE'S A SECOND SITUATION, that happens somewhere in the middle of the first one

as you could guess, in our variant the Zeefarer "wins" but manages to get saved, it's a spoiler, so i'm just gonna tell that despite being saved and the fact that the winner gets to their senses, is actually going through a sort of an adaptation (which is still a headcanon but takes root in many reasons, such as the fact that when he's saved, the Excursionist mentions that his dreams haven't went back to normal) and it's impossible to save them from becoming at least a normal sequencer

and i've already told that the Zeefarer is already in a situation, and that adds more to it, because even if the person can resist it, it's inevitable, and the more they resist the worse is their mental state and this makes it easier for a person to just break and get back to the machine (in our thoughts, you need to at least just get back to the geode)

unfortunately, it's not very easy to break Zeefarer despite the first half of her situation, and she could extend this until something really bad would happen

but thankfully there's a Diplomat who is an informant of the new sequence, they are clearly not allowed to know the true purpose of icarian cup, but here it's obvious that the one who disappears becomes a sequencer (BUT THERE'S A NUANCE, YEAH)

but anyway, we also have the Commodore, who's VERY good at reading people, and definitely knows how does the machine and the sequencers work, so he could understand that the Zeefarer's adaptation would be difficult, and to make sure that everything goes nicely (this is a new sequencer after all, and a useful one), it wouldn't hurt to send somebody to help her (and especially if it's a person who is not a sequencer, i think)

i don't have any ideas of how this dialogue would go, but definitely not that easily due to the Zeefarer's personality and her mental state, but in the end very effective

and despite this whole scary way, we actually come to a happy end, yay

(oh and she also gets her crew back then, not the ship from the race tho, which is kind of funny)

and thanks to Rinja for the help with translation, as usual, yay

[scottfreed]

Over-thinking about this Adira bit again:

"ADIRA - Adira is an eccentric excursionist and member of The Brotherhood. She has spent years alone on the road surviving in the harshest of elements. She is tough, gallant, and full of both herself and tales from her adventurous past." The word "excursionist" is screwing me up here. Like, I always assumed an excursion is like a trip for fun. Okay, definition of and Excursion: "a short journey or trip, especially one engaged in as a leisure activity. or : a usually brief pleasure trip"

Like....... I deadass thought that she had been spending those decades on a tireless search or quest for the Sundrop! That she was questing to save her people.

But this almost suggests she had kind of been fucking around. Like she'd abandoned the mission just as much as Quirin did.

I guess it kind of tracks with how she described her various journeys through the Forest of No Return, and some of her general attitude maybe??? But it still completely recontextualized what I thought of this character.

Was she just at Corona at the very end of season 1 by coincidence then??? Like she was out on another excursion and happened to see the end of Season 1, and just went from there?

(Plus the fact that's she's not explicitly stated to be a knight like Quirin... it sucks. I kind of hate it tbh. I know in canon all three of them were referred to this way but the fact that this wasn't an important enough aspect of her identity to be included in this is kind of lame.)

Perhaps I'm reading into this and "excursionist" is just a whimsical word choice to add an alliteration???

I'm just going to go with that...

Plus I looked at the wiki to think about it more and saw this!!!

"It’s paint and definitely not cultural. Adira is an interesting character that may or may not be trustworthy. The design is there to hint that sometimes there are two sides to a character. (Also I just thought it looked really cool!)" ????????????

Lord, I had so many ideas about what the face paint meant!! And in the end it was supposed to be a simple indicator that she had a duplicitous nature????

I genuinely thought that all the mistrust/conflict between the characters was more about what it said about the main three rather than Adira.

Rapunzel's hesitance was about her hesitance to face what she thought of as her "destiny."

Eugene and Adira's conflict was a battle of egos.

And Cassandra's distrust was about her protectiveness, sense of control, sense of self and even a projection of her own secret intentions.

I really don't consider Adira to have "two sides" like this describes?? She's pretty straight foreword all things considered.

Okay, I'm going to go back to ignoring this production and background stuff and go back to enjoying fanon Adira.

[quark-nova]

Why do you think that AFAB non binary people tend to be largely respected in queer spaces (honestly over other trans people what ive seen in my experience) while AMAB trans people and transmascs tend to be met with constant hostility and exclusion? Do you think afab enby privilege is something that exists in comparison to the experiences of amab trans people and transmascs (especially amab enbies)? Honestly to me it feels like its because they're the ones who are largely falling into excursionist beliefs while remaining palatable due to most of them still having some proximity to cis womanhood so they're much more likely to be accepted by radfems while not having to face the consequences of bigotry that amab trans people and transmascs have targeted at them for masculinity or perceived masculinity. They can get away with so much more than the rest of the community and tend to be hot spots for exclusionist belief (afab only spaces, major sources of transmisogyny and AMAB enbyphobia, main people fighting against transandrophobia). Just something interesting i've noticed how they tend to get good visibility with little consequences while continuing to spread bigotry towards the rest of the trans community with little argument. Love your blog by the way very grateful to see more amab enbies talk about how we're excluded from trans spaces because its been going on for too long.

AFAB non binary folks aren't "widely respected in trans spaces", notably those expressing too much masculinity (especially in unconventional way), and painting AFAB enbies as privileged and even radfem-adjacent is a very wrong picture (also I don't like at all the way you're talking about "proximity to cis womanhood"). The fact that AMAB enbies are having a harder time being accepted in some spaces doesn't mean that AFAB enbies are necessarily the ones doing the exclusion - it's caused by more deep-rooted dynamics and blaming another group in particular for them is pointless.

Also you said that AFAB enbies were the main people fighting against transandrophobia like if doing that was a bad thing? I don't get that part exactly, isn't transandrophobia (like transmisogyny) something we should all fight against?

[7pleiades7]

L'excursionniste or The Excursionist (ca. 1888) by Pierre-Auguste Renoir (French, 1841-1919), oil on canvas, 61.5 x 50 cm, Musée d'art moderne André Malraux, Le Havre

[mohamedhassan0]

Grand Egyptian Museum has 50 of the heaviest agedness installed

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[timetolearnoclock]

like excursionists

"Guillemots cram the flat-top pinnacles like excursionists on a steamboat."

October 1952

Quote taken from original text included with the image in the magazine

[18bfosama]

Grand Egyptian Museum has 50 of the heaviest agedness installed.

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[rieindiegames]

Can you describe what Ceres parents are like? Like aesthetically?

Isak Awle - Dreamy excursionist hyper-fixated on creating, family, and making the impossible possible in small ways for as many realmers as possible. Fun Fact and aside: He had a habit of blending in so well with his surroundings that animals and insects would tread across him. Thyia Awle - Your friendly, yet rambunctious neighbourhood wayfarer set on seeing as much of the realm as possible. Fun Fact and aside: She was a fierce negotiator and bargain finding master. She loved reading adventure romance novels.