#the wine was also poisoned (neutral)

[scribeofmorpheus]

today was such a draining day at work, I am about to re-open the wine bottle I forgot to finish off while on holiday 3 weeks ago--I am attempting to consume the uber fermented, fermented fruit juice.

[thatonepersonwhocantwrite]

Wonderland pt 1

Part 1 (Eventually) Yandere Luke castellan x Gender neutral reader

Summary you're from wonderland well at least you're mother is you're father is a God. The best swordsman in camp takes an.... interesting and obsessive liking to you

Also I feel like we offen forget wine isn't the only thing Dionysus is the God of but madness as well. I currently have bad writers block and couldn't currently think of anything else to add so I decided to split it into parts since I needed to post something.

Trigger warnings nothing yet, but eventually in future parts yandere themes like stalking, manipulation, kidnapping (extra)

You weren't from this world well......technically you are you were from a part of the world everyone thought was made up just another part of the human imagination......Wonderland . Wonderland was very.....disconnected from actual sane people or large bustling cities like New York. Your mother was probably one of the subjects of the queen of hearts just kinda surviving. Your father isn't exactly normal either he was also never around. Honestly as much as you love your mother it was kinda hard to imagine a God falling for her or really a God falling for anyone in Wonderland because while some of the inhabitants of Wonderland is more sane then others even the more sane ones start to go insane eventually.

Which is why when you were 13 you ran away from home. Although you had no clue where to go or what to do now you had left Wonderland. You're clothes and mismatched socks probably also made you stand out to by standers because in real life on Earth the other humans weren't used to seeing people dress in bright colors and patterns unless celebrating. After a few days of wandering aimlessly you ran into help or rather help ran into you.

You were desperately scrounging around for food thinking maybe it wasn't such a good idea to leave home when you felt someone run smack into you causing you both to tumble towards the ground. "Oh my pan! I'm so sorry." A male voice said. He had ...goat horns? Ehh not the weirdest thing you've ever seen. "Are those horns really or .....?" You asked. "They're real. Oh I'm Grover. " Grover replied. You weren't sure what to say or do and that's how you met Grover. After about a week of traveling with Grover is when you met Luke, Thalia and Annabeth.

" Hey Grover I'm going to find something to eat for myself. " You replied. " Ok just don't go far I'll finish setting up camp." Grover said. You did in fact wander to far when you stumbled upon a bush full of berries and you were about to eat some when you heard a voice tell you to wait. "Wait, don't eat those! those are holly berries they are poisonous!" A young female voice exclaimed. You looked around for the source of the voice. You spotted a young girl no older than 7 standing between some trees you could make out 2 more figures behind her one another female and the other male. You backed away your left hand reaching for a dagger in your pocket you swear wasn't there a moment ago while you're right hand still held the berries.

" Who are you why should I trust you?" You questioned. You got a closer look at them the seven year old girl had grey eyes , black hair and brown skin, the other gir who looked about a year younger than you so 12 had choppy short black hair , blue eyes and is white. She pushed the younger seven year old behind her. " Thalia I can protect myself!" The seven year old exclaimed. While the two girls were arguing you managed to sneak away not noticing the male following you.

" Grover!" You exclaimed finally making it back to the very stressed looking satyr. Grover rushed over to you. " Y/n there you are! You were gone for an hour I was worried I was calling your name but no reply and I didn't want to leave the fire unattended. Your not hurt are you?" Grover asked like a panicked father looking over you to make sure you didn't have any new injuries. " Hey Grover I'm ok. I'm ok." You replied. " Pan Y/n you had me so worried!" Grover exclaimed. "LUKE!" The older female voice Thalia called out causing You and Grover to look in the direction of Thalia's voice and there stood the male that had been with the 2 younger females.

Now learning his name is Luke. You started to reach for your dagger once again.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. "

[silviakundera]

Love's Rebellion dropped express and now we know it's a happy ending, so it's safe to taste. I feel determined to give it a fair chance to engage me, because after watching many years of classic Doctor Who and Babylon 5, terrible CGI and low budget effects & sets can't deter me.

Love's Rebellion ep 1 watch comments

Strong character opening for the FL

We learn several key things about her within a few minutes, without an awkward info dump:

She's part of a martial sect but is the reclusive poisioner who doesn't fit in

Powerful enough that she's not intimidated by sword wielding martial siblings

Talks to magical creatures

Patient enough to spend multiple years cultivating her potion ingredients

Chaotic neutral - rescued a junior who came to fuck with her shit, instead of letting him die from poison, but in a very wacky way that terrorized him

ok so when I watch a xanxia I often try to place the tone, so I know what to expect 🤔

This is sorta wacky. The question for me is if this is more "Eternal Love of the Dream" & "Ashes to Love"... or "Back to the Brink". There's a level of unserious chaos that feels whimsical and fantastical to me, and I can vibe with that. But "Back to the Brink" crossed a line for me that felt like Disney channel movie, pre-teen level of pratfalls and goofy. That's very subjective and personal taste... It will likely take 3 or 4 episodes to determine if it's "for me"

ML's intro also pleased me. We get rumors on the street and then a mysterious sword carrying man who was reportedly "chased" by sects to a xanxia market area, spilling wine as a tribute to the dead and then calmy strolling off.

He narrates about himself that he was convicted to murdering fellow disciples and expelled from his sect, on the run

Gotta say, these intros are way better than a few I've seen in cdramas where characters explicitly tell each other paragraphs about a character's backstory in a way that feels artificial. People aren't standing and talking woodenly at each other, things are constantly happening on screen.

ML wants to prove his innocence. I bet the sect master did it. It's always the secretly corrupted shifu.

LMAO there's literally a group called the Evil Path Sect?? Reminds me of that viral tumblr post about joining the brotherhood of evil mutants 😂😭

FL surrounded by demons and gets a little anonymous assist from passersby ML. She's not meek and defenseless, nor is she high powered. Perhaps your average capable sect member

The whaling guitar during fight scenes is taking me out

FL found ML passed out on the road after anonymously saving her and has now kidnapped ML into forced treatment as a medicine tester

(I feel like I watched a drama where a ML wanted to keep FL around because they were obsessed w curing them of the same disease their mom died from. But in that one, it was super annoying that ML hid all this info from the FL. Maybe it was an OTT mini drama. I don't recall.)

This is all very straightforward and the FL doesn't hide her intentions at all. Since she's basically a strange hedge witch with an actual cauldron in a forest hut, the eccentric behavior fits

wtf FL is possessed by a bad cgi gremlin

It's a genie or something and ML wants to steal it because it is gonna help him get this magic manual.

ML really wants the Seven Sins Manual because somehow that's gonna solve his problems.

Why he believes that idk but I feel like the key to watching xanxia is not to think about the plot and mcguffin very much. Just go with it.

[scarabjewels]

Corpse Bride had the PERFECT ending.

SUE ME.

The number of people who wanted Emily to be Victor's endgame, with myself included, have a similar issue or lack of growth with Emily's arc throughout the movie.

Clinging onto the idea of love, to the point of forcing it onto someone. I'm calling us and her delusional.

She also went through a sort of roundabout response of the stages of grief: grieving her life.

Shock and Denial

She knows she's dead, and yet she delusionally believed she was still a young bride waiting for her groom

Emily was murdered and Barkis, her now ex- fiance, took her dreams with her life. My theory is that after she died, she had to grieve his betrayal first. She probably coped by clinging on to her dream, convinced that she had just found the wrong guy, and that the right one would come eventually. While we see she is popular in the underworld, she was not able to find a young enough suitor or one that sparked her interest.

She also exhibited extremely idealistic scenarios of her finding the right guy. Hey, the girl was murdered the last time she took a chance on an impulse. While her pattern of falling hard fast still exists, she probably convinced herself that Victor was better because she had no dowry to present for him to take and leave her, yet he still asked her to mary him (despite being an accident), so it must be "true love". This is the kind of behaviour a loottt of people with reoccuring similar toxic relationships tell themselves, I know because I was one of them.

Emily was our hot dead girl with the delulu issues. She was in denial of the reality of the situation, even when she was aware of this.

Pain and Guilt

Notice how when Emily has a fit about Victor seeing Victoria, she said the words "you should've thought of that before you asked me to marry you" and he responds "don't you see it was a mistake, I would never marry you". The silent blinking and realization of Victor's lack of tact, out of so much frustration, and Emily's small glimpse of what kind of person she had become, was perfection. She obviously knows she was holding him captive, but she was denying the truth until the wedding. It was painful for Emily, but her reality is so twisted that she can only see her pain before Victor.

The essence of guilt came when she was given the option to poison Victor to forever be tethered to his marriage to her. With guilt, there is kindness, and her kind heart shined before guilt. She couldn't bear to kill him for her dreams because she genuinely cared and loved him still. Another time was the wedding scene. She had second thoughts and finally realized that she was taking Victor and Victoria's chance.

Anger and Bargaining

When she caught Victor seeing Victoria, not only was she pained, she was blaming and angry at Victor, as in her eyes he was cheating on her, when all he did was to escape from her, because duh, he is held against his will.

Going back to their argument, while Emily felt jealous and envy, she subtly wished she was alive. In the lamenting musical scene "Tears to Shed," she accepted her death a long time ago but envied Victoria's main asset that she can never compete with: being alive.

Depression to upward turn

Emily's lamentation of being dead and that Victor will eventually leave her, being lonely again, was evident during the Tears to Shed song and just before the infamous chemistry induced piano scene.

While we see her depressed, she had calmed down and was able to be serenaded into a neutral mood again.

Emily was in this stage completely when Victor and her were gathering everyone and getting ready to get married upstairs.

Reconstruction and working through

Emily was in her full delusions of her dreams finally come true, but her reconstruction stage flashed when she was delivering her vow and saw Victoria watching.

My own little headcanon is that she saw herself in Victoria, and she saw herself as Barkis, taking her dreams away.

She stopped Victor drinking the poisoned wine and finally spoke her truth, the raw truth that Emily is seeing the reality she is in and what she has become.

Her dreams were taken, and now she is the one taking from someone else, and she hated it. She loved Victor so much, but he wasn't hers. She brought the Vs (keehee) together, deciding to call off the marriage.

Now, facing her past is probably her final stage of reconstruction. She meets her ex-fiance and is able to protect Victor from him in the midst of the two men's showdown. She was absolutely disgusted and hated his presence, pointing the sword and telling him to get out.

The karma probably hit best when Barkis drank the poisoned wine, his last words showing how full he is of himself. He was dealt with by Emily's underworld friends soon after he died.

Acceptance

While Victor and Victoria were finally in each other's arms, Emily smiled with bittersweetness and began to walk away. Victor stopped her, attempting to keep his promise. Emily reassured he already did. He set her free, and now it is her turn to set him free.

She literally walked the aisle alone. She accepted the truth, the past, and the present. Her only future was to move on.

As a sign of moving on, she tossed the bouquet that eventually landed on Victoria's hands. With her last breath, she bursted into butterflies. Finally free.

My Conclusion: Delulu got her the Solulu

I think a major theme in Emily's arc is letting her delusion get the best of her, almost portrayed humanely. Just an observation, aside from the art style of Tim Burton, Emily looked lowkey deranged? While Victor looked tired and scared, Victoria had wonder and curiosity, and Emily looked low key crazy and held on to what little sanity she had left. I think the reason why I couldn't see that aspect as much is because she also looked so beautiful, sounded sweet, and looked delicate, albeit being a red flag and literally a horrifying, decaying reanimated corpse.

Corpse Bride really was Emily's story, told through Victor's perspective. Let's be honest, if it was from Emily's perspective, it would be similar to 500 days of summer, an unreliable narration from a delusional protagonist. That is the difference between her, Victor, and Victoria. They saw what was actually going on.

Victor was already a developed character, in my opinion. He was just a young man living with anxiety. He liked Victoria at first sight and wanted to get married. He was kind and musically inclined. He was much more of an established person than say a character needing another character for their development like Joel from Eternal Sunshine (that's a read and I meant it). So was Victoria, she was a young woman who wanted to get married, looked forward to getting to know her betrothed more, and was quite outspoken and courageous. They were just bothe caught up in an arc. Emily, albeit the different girl, was probably the one who needed a manic pixie dream man, and she got Victor. She really needed character development.

One more theme the movie has is what a broken heart can do to you. Emily loved and was betrayed. She clung to an impossible dream even after death. Victor saw the opportunity for a rebound the minute he heard Victoria was going to get married to another man. Victoria was in total shock when she was going to be betrothed to someone else and accepted to help her parents, but also stood up for herself from Barrkus the minute he showed his intentions of marrying her.

I really loved Emily realising what was happening, it took her a good minute but she got there. I also loved that Emily and Victoria never got into some kind of argument or showdown, seriously I feel like that would have happened in early to mid 2010 fantasy romances, ehem Twilight (I hate the story and the characters but it was entertaining hot garbage). It was a graceful story of love and let go.

I'm sure we have a collective head canon of Victor's and Victoria's first daughter to be named Emily.

[oddclan-askblog]

Creatures of the bamboo forest:

Peaceful:

Dwarf Elum> Smaller greener colored Elum that can be picked up and held. Pig size. True Elum> Regular from the games, can be many different colors thanks to Maokon breeding. Shram> Mushroom with ram horns and goat features. Longhorn Yoxen> Water buffalo esc bull cows co-owned by Corvokon and Maokon.

Hostile:

Sleeg> Sleg Fleech cross that primarily feeds on the sligs bellow ground. When it rains they come to the surface where they are a terrifying threat to a mud. Slog> Not native but captured and bred by sligs to have new variants. Blython> Colorful hooded cobras that live in the trees. Messa has a purple one as a pet. They're big enough to hunt mudokons and yoxen at their largest. Giant Frolimite> Mama jumper spider that's a fluffier looking bolimite.

Neutral:

Keye Fish> A dolphin sized koi fish that comes in many colors. They are hunted for food and bred for new scale patterns. Grog> Three eyed tree frog, edible delicacy to the Corvokon. Its cousin the Dart Grog is pretty but poisonous. Brahana> Piranha/ gabit esc fish that feeds on anything that falls in the water. Can also climb onto land to swarm animals too close to the shore. Dwarf Frolimite> Jumping spider parallel that's the same size as a bolimite. Winnow> Small golden colored minnow fish that make up the backbone of the freshwater food chain.

Plant guide:

Beanpole Tree- Bamboo Greenco Leef- Ginkgo Leaves Phink Sakuro Oak- Pink Sakura Tree Grale- Wheat / Kale cross plant Grapez- Grapes Grazons- Raisons Wyne- Wine Ryce- Rice Kalp- Kelp Flornge- Orange

[haydenigmatic]

Members of House Sarpe 🐍

As the wardens of Vessier, the Sarpes maintain a balance of moderate military strength and considerable wealth. This wealth is primarily derived from the kingdom's renowned production of wine and poisons, as well as their extensive trade networks. Vessier's fertile lands and the presence of the Generel, a prestigious university, further augment their influence.

The Duke of Rouge Lake (Vessier) Lord Veneger Sarpe

FC: Michael Wincott and his deep, raspy voice.

Duke Veneger Sarpe is a master of manipulation and political strategy, yet he is powerless against the personal anguish he feels over Jyne's illness. His love for her is profound, and watching her deteriorate has inflicted a deep wound on his soul. To cope, he buries himself in his duties as the king’s spymaster, using his work to distract from the pain of his personal life. His frequent absences are not merely about duty but are also a way to avoid the heart-wrenching reality at home. Veneger’s love for Jyne drives him to maintain the strength and stability of House Sarpe, but his sorrow is a constant, underlying force in his actions.

The Duchess, Lady Jayne Montague

Duchess Jyne is a tragic figure, her illness rendering her unable to participate in family and political life as she once did. Her past wisdom and contributions are still valued, and her presence, though limited, carries a quiet strength.

(The Heir) Lord Veredus Sarpe

Lord Veredus is the paragon of traditional nobility. As the heir to House Sarpe, he clings to societal expectations with unwavering resolve. His sister Verena's seductive and manipulative tactics are an affront to everything he stands for. His fear of being overshadowed by her abilities creates a deep-seated tension between them. He struggles with the possibility that she might be more capable of filling their father's shoes, which threatens his identity and his place as the rightful heir. This rivalry drives him to prove himself, but it also exposes his vulnerabilities.

The Second child- Lord Vardan Sarpe

Lord Vardan is the adventurer of the family. His explorations to distant lands provide him with a wealth of knowledge and experiences. His neutral stance on family matters and frequent absences make him a mysterious and detached figure.

The Youngest - Lady Verena Sarpe

Lady Verena is the sharpest blade in House Sarpe's arsenal. She embodies her father's cunning and strategic brilliance, using her beauty and charm to manipulate and seduce her way to power. Her seductive skills are her weapon of choice, and she wields them with unmatched precision. She understands the value of influence and uses every tool at her disposal to secure her political advantage. Her elder brother's disdain for her methods only fuels her determination, and she thrives on the challenge of outmanoeuvring him. her unconventional ways make her a force to be reckoned with, and her ability to play the game of politics puts her in a league of her own.

[2willowlane]

i've been posting silly crack fanfiction on ao3 lately, and i decided to just upload this on my tumblr. it's inspired off of interstellartoaster's kalampokiphobia: fear of corn, and the mods harvey's irrational apple hatred and harvey hates apples.

fantastic works; mind you.

gender neutral reader, sfw; not really focused on romance, as it is just absurdity

tallying his profit, of which was a big fat zero, harvey sighed; pushing up his glasses. it's been a rather long week for him, considering no one wants to buy those energy tonic muscle whatever medication that he supplies. the only time that anyone has ever purchased such a redundant item from him, was whenever they misclick- accidentally bought it; and then just sold it again. the only way that he'll ever make a good buck out of his pharmaceutical care was if he just eradicated the valley's food supply... of which, did sound tempting, but harvey loves his pickles too much to give them up.

there haven't been any appointments placed recently, so he was having a hard time trying to keep up with the expenses. right now, he could so go for a bottle of fine wine... maybe it's because he's spending too much of his expenses on plane models, rather than actually trying to keep up with all of the financial records, like an actual adult should. huh, what a foreign concept. well, he's just going to go continue complaining about his money situation, until further notice.

with the door opening, he had to them correct his shrimp posture, as he then greeted you, the almost superhuman farmer, into the clinic. normally, you just like to go behind the counter and access rooms that are off-limits to regular patients, but there was something about your gumption that made you so lovable. even if you do tend to barge into private examinations, there was something that made you feel so rebellious; that harvey couldn't help but swoon over you! also, he's a pathetic beanpole of a man, so he'll probably get pummeled into the ground by your combat prowess if he ever rejects your blatant non-filtered view of what "personal space" meant.

you were about to get some items turned into the community center; as you were carrying a basket full of assorted goods (they ranged from something simple to five highly-graded melons, a still-flopping ghostfish, and poisonous mushrooms). oh well, with the poisonous mushrooms, those are harvey's choice of decoration during the autumn seasons; so, the doctor felt rather seen whenever he saw those clumped together. he grimaced at the fish, however. other than that, he was glad to see a good friend pop in now and then; he needed something to spice up his days, and he can always expect you at around 9am, or somehow always being in the places he's trying to go to... coincidence?

normally, you'd stop on buy and get him a coffee. either you've brewed it yourself, or stopped by gus', it was coffee. you wonder how many mugs harvey has, considering you also gift him a free cup alongside the sweet, sweet ground bean liquid. it really wasn't the healthiest thing to drink due to the sugar and caffeine levels, and you were pretty worried for the guy who has been through years and years of intensive schooling to know better about those dietary concerns. you assume he probably only has a cup twice a week, considering you have some type of intergalactic force keeping you from extending that quota.

you had some apples somewhere on your person, and it was probably the only thing he'd like; you'd figure. after all, they're just funky little guys. who doesn't like a good, crisp apple? even though they're supposed to be for the community center, you can always just get one later. you'd give harvey something else, but you decided that he deserved better than just countless upon countless liters of his favourite brew. you knew harvey appreciated a good foraged, natural good—especially with someone locally grown on your acres. fishing out an apple out of your pockets, you then present it to him.

"... i think i may be allergic to this."

as harvey looked like a sad shih tzu puppy, looking off to the side, your heart sank. he was allergic to apples? at first, you really wanted to make fun of him. he seemed like the type of person who'd be allergic to peanut butter, and be the kid that doesn't allow their classmates to bring in anything homemade due to those medical reasons. holding the red delicious apple in your hands, rotating it around in your palm, you decided to test that theory.

"may?" you inquiried, and with a look of horror, harvey began to shudder. yes, he's an anxious man at heart, but due to various interesting cases at the clinic, he's grown insensitive to many things. plus, he's in front of the one and only farmer(tm), and his crush. god, what an embarrassment he is. he didn't want to talk about his irrational hatred for apples; those disgusting overblown flower ovaries called "fruit" just sicken him to death, not to mention that the apples were the first to hate HIM—it wasn't his fault that his body rejects them!

"yes, yes! just- just get it away from me!"

"i don't believe you..."

and that's where you've learnt that the phrase "an apple a day keep the doctor away" was right.

[thana-topsy]

35

Ancano X Savos Aren? 👀

EXCELLENT suggestion. Thank you for this one.

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Ancano x Savos Aren "A kiss to gain something." (1077 words)

“I’m sorry, but the answer is still no.” 

Ancano lifted a brow as he took a sip of wine, gazing half-lidded over the brim of his cup. He dabbed his lips on the back of his glove and offered a delicate shrug in response. ��I understand, Arch-Mage. My apologies for… haranguing you.”

They sat opposite each other in Savos Aren’s quarters, a bottle of Firebrand wine between them (Ancano’s gift), barely touched. Aren wore a look of pinched suspicion, which Ancano supposed was fair. He hadn’t really made an attempt at being pleasant thus far, but supposed after two months living at this wretched college that he might as well make an attempt to forge a connection. At least superficially. 

More than connection, however, he wanted access to Saarthal.

“You have to understand it from my perspective,” Aren continued, gazing curiously into his own wine cup. It’s not poisoned, Ancano wanted to say. “We already walk a delicate tightrope with the locals. Allowing a Thalmor agent to enter a revered Nordic crypt—especially considering the history of said crypt—it would shine unwanted attention on the College. We are neutral in this conflict, and many might see it as–”

“I might remind you that the Thalmor are also neutral in this conflict, Arch-Mage. Our presence in Skyrim, as with any other country under the Empire’s rule, is simply to enforce order and aid in upholding the agreements of the Concordat. I might also add that I am not a Justiciar. I am not here to root out Talos worship, though it is my duty to report it.” He paused, taking another sip of wine, letting his words linger. “But it is not my main concern. My role here is to act as an advisor and ambassador to you, Arch-Mage. And staying abreast of the College’s curriculum, including all relevant expeditions, is my concern.”

At long last, Aren took a sip of his own wine. He made a pleased noise, then picked up the bottle to inspect the label. “Quite nice.”

Ancano nodded, tilting his cup in Aren’s direction in silent cheers.

Aren sat back in his chair with a sigh, pushing the hood from his head. His long, black hair was streaked gray and pulled back into a low tail. His features were severe, even for a dark elf: high cheekbones and hollow cheeks, his deep red eyes slitted like a fox. The point of his beard only served to make his face appear far too long and narrow. Ancano always found the dark elves to have an unnatural, uncanny appearance to them—Daedra-cursed through and through—and rarely did he find himself in such close quarters with one. He couldn’t help but stare. 

“You were a student at this college once, correct?” Ancano asked. 

“Yes,” Aren answered, his nervousness returning. 

“What was your area of study?” 

He seemed to relax marginally. “Oh, well, I had a variety of projects in my time. This was close to a century ago, mind you, but–”

And he was off, jabbering away about various lines of research and artifact recovery. No wonder he’d initiated the Saarthal expedition. Savos Aren seemed particularly fascinated with what basically amounted to grave robbing. Ancano smiled into his wine. 

“What’s so funny?” Aren asked. 

“Funny? No no, you mistake me. I simply find your… enthusiasm to be charming.” 

An indigo flush crept up Aren’s neck and darkened his cheeks. He took a sip of his own wine and averted his fox-like eyes. 

Ancano made a mental note of the reaction. “Please continue,” he urged. “And let me–” He reached forward to lift the wine bottle, motioning for Aren to hold out his cup to be refilled. 

“Thank you.”

“Of course, Arch-Mage.” 

He listened patiently as the Dunmer continued to ramble, Aren's shoulders becoming looser, his gesticulations more enthusiastic. Ancano continued to fill Aren’s wine cup when it ran low.

“And I just feel it; a mage’s intuition, if you will. There’s a missing piece to the puzzle in Saarthal. Why would our ancient brethren risk it all otherwise? The Nords dug too deep, I say. They found something that they shouldn’t have. Something worth fighting for. I just know it.”

Ancano’s entire body blazed with victory, satisfaction curling in the pit of his stomach. He hid his excitement behind a placid smile. “You’ve dared to do what many have not. And for that, I commend you. I have no doubt your efforts will prove to be most fruitful.”

“I appreciate you saying so,” said Aren. “And thank you for the wine. It’s been most delicious.”

“Of course.” Ancano rose to his feet, rolling his shoulders and stretching his neck. “I believe I must retire for the evening. It’s grown late.” 

Aren got to his feet as well. “Ah, I’ve rambled on for so long. My apologies.”

“No need to apologize. I inquired, after all.”

Aren’s gaze was slightly unfocused—dulled from the wine and lulled by the companionable conversation—yet his gaze lingered on Ancano’s face for a moment too long. “If–” he began, then seemed to second guess himself. 

Ancano relaxed his posture, crossing his hands patiently in front of his waist, waiting. 

“I might accompany you to Saarthal, if you’d still like. Though the excavation has only just begun, I can show you our progress. If–” He gestured to Ancano’s robes. “–only if you promise to wear something a little less… flashy.” 

Ancano laughed, and to his own surprise it was a more genuine laugh than he intended. He cleared his throat and regained his composure. “I believe that’s a fair request.” 

Final play. Are you so sure of yourself? 

Yes, he answered his own query. 

Ancano was young by Altmeri standards, but he had grown up among politicians and kinsmen, breast-fed on the social dalliances of subterfuge and subtle manipulation. He knew the signs. He knew the game. 

Aren smiled a little too genuinely, and Ancano offered a slight bow in return, crossing his hands behind his back. 

“I would be honored, Arch-Mage.” Then, stepping forward, he leaned into Aren’s space, tilting his head to place a soft kiss against the dark elf’s cheek. 

Aren sucked in a breath, but otherwise remained stock still as Ancano’s lips lingered. 

Then, Acano stepped away with another bow, passing the gesture off as Altmeri formalities. “I eagerly await your invitation.”

“Very good,” Aren said distantly. 

Ancano’s smile felt razor-sharp on his lips. “And I’ll make sure to dress for the occasion.”

[stari-hun]

Book 5 - Prisoner in the Cave 

1914 - 1913 , (the 1914 marked in the game doesn’t make sense, I’m counting it as a mistake)

This entire new update is based on the myth. The myth of The Prisoner in the Cave is about a group of prisoners chained to a wall in a cave their entire life, and only being able to see shadows on the wall from the outside. Skipping a lot but the point is their entire world is defined by the little fragments of the world reflected back to them.

~ Wiggle Wiggle edit this future me ~

Basically, the TLDR of this story is that the Foundation managed to do something besides cause trauma and brainwash people for once and isolated the chemical? atom? They catch wind of a Manus signal where they find a box with Ms Radio inside and it tells Vertin to go to Apeiron. This ties into Book 5.2 where they learned people in the Foundation had met some arcanists from Apeiron which included Sophia and 37's mother. A big chunk of the side stories with the event followed how 37 was following in her mother's footsteps to predict The Storm before Vertin and Co. had even reached the island. To note, 37's mother had successfully predicted a few storms herself, and with what we saw in Book 6, its a possible thing to do with little error. Vertin meets 37 and she tells her it's actually 2007 since the island had been calculating how many years should've passed. Regulus was immediately arrested for having a chaotic neutral alignment, some humans didn't even get to the island since the arcanists of Apeiron don't consider them as able to comprehend math and logic as they can. Comparing this fact to the other parts of the lore is interesting because typically arcanists are considered the irrational ones. The full system is here.

Plot ensues and Vertin and Sonetto go to their sacred info dump session and debate club. What they didn't know is that Arcana was there so Sonetto rightfully lost her cool and broke the sacred silence. For a huge chunk of the story thereafter they have a huge debate to let Sonetto live since usually after someone breaks the silence they have to drink poisoned wine (it's implied if they live they're free to go). Someone makes the point that while Vertin has a point that Sonetto didn't count as someone even there since she didn't have a soul number, the same applies to Vertin so the debate was void. 37 replied that Vertin does in fact have a soul number, some plot significance was revealed there with some ominous words about how a person's soul number can predict their future. 37's character event also said she finds out people's soul numbers as a hobby which is likely why she stayed with Vertin despite not wanting to be on escort duty. Vertin's soul number is 0, the origin point in any graph which says a lot but I'm not here for that rn. Arcana and Vertin get truce bangles so if one hurts the other side they experience pain and if it goes on they'll die. Manus however really didn't care about that since they recruit ample canon fodder. Plot skip later and Vertin is in the Cave of Truth with 37 to find the answer to the unknown Storm chemical. However it comes at the cost of them taking down the shroud hiding the island, leaving them to deal with the consequences of an unknown island showing up in the middle of 1914.

~ Wiggle Wiggle edit this future me ~

Book 5 shows how while the Foundation as a whole is morally grey at best, Manus Vindictae are merciless in their pursuit of continuing the Storm. Everyone in their ranks who isn't a powerful Arcanist is just a necessary sacrifice to them. This is shown near the end of the book when Manus Vindictae peons would repeatedly attack Vertin and her team despite the Peace Agreement meaning they’d die. Book 2 also showed how Manus Vindictae treats humans and Arcanists who join their ranks.

[felixravinstills]

for the ask game - director's commentary :)

not sure if this it's only for tbosas fics, but if not - can I ask for one for From Water to Wine?

TBOSAS-wise, haha you know how I am about Clemmie... From Canis Canem Edit, I was wondering about Festus - if made to choose between Coriolanus and her, who would he pick? Or would he not pick one friend to back over the other?

ask game

I can do both! I'll do the tbosas section first since this is my tbosas blog (I technically have a hotd blog but I never use it).

Okay, the tbosas section got long, and then the hotd section is getting really long (I'm still writing it), so I will just make that a separate post and @ you.

Canis Canem Edit (Clemmie)

I think it's very telling that Festus hasn't picked a side for most of their years in University. To be fair, Clemmie and Coriolanus are also pretending that nothing is wrong. I think with this status quo, he wouldn't pick a side and coast on neutrality for as long as possible.

In the future, I think it gets trickier. Even if Clemensia and Coriolanus drift apart and stop talking, I don't think he'd necessarily feel the need to stop talking to one or the other, and I don't think either would ask him to (Festus would become an unwitting middleman for news about the former friends to each other). Since I headcanon Clemensia joining the Rebellion and Coriolanus being Coriolanus, this middleman situation gets trickier too, but Festus would for the most part remain unaware of the tension.

Once he does become more aware of Coriolanus being Coriolanus, he'd side with Clemmie (but the question is how much siding with her does he have time to do? I haven't quite hammered out an exact timeline for him becoming more aware). It's namely Felix's murder that sways him. I answered this ask earlier about the same fic which mentions Festus maybe having an idea of honorable competition, and Coriolanus' poisonings/murders falling outside of that (I will add that Festus could just disapprove of Coriolanus murdering any random person but still tolerate it. Capitol politics is cutthroat. But Festus would have a lot of hang ups when those people are more familiar to him/friends). Ultimately, in the future, Festus would choose Clemmie over Coriolanus even if Clemmie (in my interpretation) is doing treason and as of Allegory of the Cave, scapegoating random Capitolites to keep Coriolanus' attention off her. I think she'd steer clear of involving/scapegoating any friends, so Festus would be relatively fine with that.

Thanks for the ask, Medea! I think I'm almost done with the other section!

[murdcrofcrows]

sometimes there's a thought, like you choose what you're doing, but it comes to naught when i look back through it. i remember the view, street lights in the dark blue, the moment i knew i'd no choice but to love you. the creature still moving, that slowed in your arms. the fear in its eyes gone out in an instant. your tear caught the light, the earth from a distance, see how it shines.

inspo ・ visuals ・ threads ・ playlist ・ pinterest

( general stats. )

— name : tadhg willow flanagan — nickname(s) : honey-man, tig, tag — date of birth : march 17th ( 32 years old ) — occupation : beekeeper ・animal caretaker ・ carpenter — nationality : irish-eastern atlantian — ethnicity : white — religion : pagan — residence : devil's elbow forest — gender : cis man ( he / him ) — orientation : bisexual ( kinsey scale 4 ) demi-romantic — status : single

( physical & mental characteristics. )

— voiceclaim / accent : andrew hozier-byrne + irish accent — height : 6’6” / 198.12cm — body type : tall, long legs and torso, manual labor lean muscles — hair colour : brown with ginger tints — eye colour : green & yellow — dominant hand : ambidextrous — tattoos : celtic tree on his back — piercings : left nipple has a bar in it — physical health : definitely was exposed to some high radiation but has managed to keep poisoning to a minimum with the help of red wine and a good diet. has an occasional cough, however, but otherwise he seems to be in good physical condition — scars : several small nicks and cuts from working with his hands and animals, significant scar on his head from falling over after a particularly long night of drinking and standing up too fast, gravity got the best of him and his head shattered a pot on his porch cutting part of his scalp — style : long sleeve shirts, trousers/cargo pants (hopefully if he can find ones long enough), flannels, denim and tweed jackets, carhartt type jacket and beanie in the winter, natural colors often plain clothing with no branding to be seen, loves homemade items. — conditions : social anxiety ・ pots syndrome ・ insomnia

( personality stats. )

— qualities : environmentally conscious ・ compassionate ・altruistic ・ self-reliant ・ sensitive — flaws : rugged ・ closed-off ・ quiet ・ weary ・ stubborn ・ vague — mbti : infj — moral alignment : true neutral — temperament : phlegmatic — enneagram : 5w6 ( the troubleshooter ) — soul type : server — zodiac : pisces sun ・ sagittarius moon ・ pisces rising

( background check. )

— birthplace : bray, ireland — intelligence : average ・high average in areas of animals, nature, and philosophy — education : leaving certificate ・ vet-tech certification — skills : beekeeping ・carpentry ・ gardening ・ pottery ・ mead-making ・ basic first aid ・ animal care ・ bee product crafts ・ glassblowing ・ guitar playing — likes : animals ・ nature ・ homemade items ・ bees ・ naps ・ hammocks ・ irish whiskey ・ stew ・ soup ・ coffee ・ tea ・ music ・ good conversation ・ woodwork ・ deadpan humor — dislikes : hurt animals ・ litter ・ pollution ・ negativity ・ conflict ・ big crowds ・ bad whiskey ・ green tea ・ repetition ・ changing guitar strings ・ radiation ・ wasps ・ leather ・ money ・ birthdays ・ clothes — languages : english ・ irish ・ scottish gaelic ・ some welsh

( facts. )

while he's a hard worker when it comes to taking care of his area, he truly enjoys laying around in a hammock or rocking on his rocking chair reading, sleeping in, putting off chores in favor of going on a hike or spending quiet time with those close to him

tadgh is kind of anti-social ; truly would rather hangout with nature and animals versus people, this also extends to making long-term relationships. often being hard to date because of it but he has managed to keep some long-term friends/acquaintances.

he's a sucker for a good whiskey, mead, and music, a big sweet tooth as well though he prefers naturally sweetened things

each hive and queen has a name, he's very particular when it comes to his bees. he has them set to harvest at offset times and even has specific hives he moves in the winter for heather, thyme, ivy, holly, and other winter season honey.

being very tall he has a hard time finding clothes that fit him properly so the ones he does he ends up keeping until he absolutely has to get new ones.

his height has also made him subject hitting his head a lot, he also has pots syndrome so he often gets dizzy, lightheaded, high heart-rate, and can sometimes faint if he's not careful. it comes with other side effects and often leaves him exhausted easily which is why he enjoys short naps throughout the day.

[it-begins-with-rain]

TV Recommendation: Lost You Forever

*Summary only covering the first dozen episodes

The immortal princess Xiao Yao grew up alongside her cousin, prince Cang Xuan. They were inseparable in their youth, until tragedy struck. Cang Xuan's father died, and his mother committed suicide after murdering one of his uncles.

Then, the princess Xiao Yao was disowned by her father. Shortly after that, her mother died a hero upon the battlefield.

Xiao Yao and Cang Xuan swore to always protect each other, but circumstances forced the two children apart.

And then Xiao Yao vanished.

Three hundred years have passed since anyone saw Princess Xiao Yao. Cang Xuan has traveled the world, looking for any sign of his cousin and first love (They're from the Appalachia part of ancient fantasy China).

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Qingshiui Town is a bit of a lawless place.

Once a part of the now-destroyed Chenrong empire, it exists under no one's control. The remainder of the Chenrong army hide in the forests around the town, but it recognizes no emperor as holding dominion.

Of course, it's a teeny place of no consequence, so neither emperor particularly cares.

Within Qingshiui town is a peculiar immortal healer known as Wen Xiao Liu. He lives to shove his nose in everyone's business, and surrounds himself with mortal humans that he fiercely protects and annoys in equal measure.

One day, Wen Xiao Liu's men come across the mangled, mostly-dead body of a man in the river. He's been tortured to the extreme, shattered in both body and mind. It takes a year, but Wen Xiao Liu manages to bring the mysterious man back from the edge of death, and names his devout new follower Ye Shi Qi.

Around the same time, Wen Xiao Liu ends up a prisoner of the Chenrong rebels, and meets their terrifying and vicious strategist- Xiang Liu.

The Xiang Liu is a fierce beast- a snake-like monster with nine heads, only one of which is ever visible. He is immune to all poisons, but in exchange for Wen Xiao Liu's life, commands the healer to make him more and more vicious poisons to sample.

As if that wasn't enough excitement added to Wen Xiao Liu's life, the dickish and suspicious wine seller Mr. Xuan (in reality, Prince Cang Xuan) also makes his way to town with an arrogant companion- the lady A'Nian.

Qingshiui Town was supposed to be a neutral and quiet place at the edge of two mighty empires. But now Wen Xiao Liu has managed to trip and put himself at the heart of a power struggle that will consume the content.

Long ago, Prince Cang Xuan and Princess Xiao Yao were separated, with the princess vanishing from the face of the earth.

Now, they will reunite in Qingshiui Town-

Because the quirky healer Wen Xiao Liu is not a man, "he" is none other than Princess Xiao Yao herself.

What happened 300 years ago to the little princess?

How did she become the strange and feisty Wen Xiao Liu?

Who is the mysterious Ye Shi Qi?

And what is the Xiang Liu going to do when he realizes that Qingshiui Town holds the heirs to the two empires that forced his people to the brink of oblivion?

[pjofancalledbelle]

Out of date pineapples~ Leo Valdez x Hermes reader

A/N~ I’m working on the requests I swear I was just having a bad time so bear with me but they’re still open. Also this is going to be quick because I just accidentally ate out of date pineapples and it was bad. 👎 also can you tell who my favourite hoo boy is? 😊

READER IS GENDER NEUTRAL (if you want more gn or even mlm when I’m not a man then I’ll try just ask)

Warnings~ mentions of alcohol, really short and probably bad writing. synopsis~ Bad pineapples are gross 🤢

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Leo and (reader) were on a quest… a quest for what? I don’t know actually so don’t look here. Anyway, (reader) was hungry, like about to get on her hands and knees to eat the dirt kind of hungry.

“Are you sure you don’t have any food?” (reader) their tummy letting out another grumble as they frowned at Leo.

“Not in my pockets only metal… I mean there’s one place we haven’t tried but I’m sure we could trust the food.” Leo mumbled as he looked down then back up at you (he looked up cause he’s short).

“I don’t care just give it to me!” (reader) whined with a desperate glance towards Leo. Normally, a quest with Leo and (reader) would be full of jokes, mostly self deprecating ones from both parties, and planing pranks but this time (reader) was so hungry they could barley think.

“okay, okay. I’m on it.” Leo said as his fidgety hands went into his tool belt and he pulled out a small superstore packet of pineapples (People from the Uk I’m talking about the Tesco ones but there’s no Tesco in the us 😪). “Here eat up.” Leo said proudly presenting the pineapple slices to them with a smile.

(reader) mumbled their thanks and quickly took the pineapple slices opening it and eating one making a face of relief before it turned into disgust and they spat it out.

“Ew, Ew, Ew! It tastes like alcohol!” (reader) yelled as they wiped their tongue with their hand and looked at the packaging to see it was out of date.

“It tastes like what now? How do you know what alcohol tastes like?” Leo asked tasting a suspicious eyebrow at them.

“My brothers run the snack shop, you think they don’t steal alcohol as well?” (reader) said as they gave Leo a ‘your an idiot’ look and rolled their eyes.

“you should eat them and chug the juice to see if makes you tipsy.” Leo suggested with a mischievous grin.

(reader) looked down at the pineapples then back up at Leo before also smiling. “Well I am still hungry.”

famous last words… because they didn’t get tipsy only food poisoning.

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A/N~ sorry if this didn’t make sense I got distracted half way through from a Sheldon cooper cult on discord 😪. Anyways hope you liked this. My out of date pineapple tasted bad and this is why with have this fic. Send in requests and yeah thanks for 8 followers! ❤️

PS. I only know what alcohol tastes like cause my dad let me suck beer off my toe when I was 5! And my mum lets me sip her wine I’m not getting pissed in a field I swear! I’m not a bad girl like jojo with the bow bow.

[fillejondrette]

i found this naked mind sooooo unrelatable in a lot of ways which is strange bc the author was arguably a worse alcoholic than me (she was drinking 2 bottles of wine a night at her worst, according to her book). she's like remember when you were a kid and you had so much fun and felt complete without alcohol and then as a teenager you started drinking to fit in but didn't enjoy alcohol at first? uh. no. i mean i definitely found alcohol gross, but it felt like the fucking elixir of life. it made me feel normal. sorry annie grace, you are too well-adjusted to understand my struggles as an autistic alcoholic who has been depressed since childhood. like i felt like her book would probably be more helpful for someone who started drinking a lot due to being in environments where that's normalized, rather than someone who is drinking to fill a void. like i was.

and her big thing is focusing on the fact that alcohol is basically a poison, rather than treating it as something neutral that affects some people (alcoholics) differently. and she certainly has a point, but it's been obvious to me for years that my relationship to alcohol was not the same as other people's, even my college friends who also drank a lot. like most people are not finishing strangers' abandoned drinks bc they are desperate to consume as much alcohol as possible, you know?

[liuyan]

GENERAL DETAILS.

FULL NAME:  Liu Yan 刘燕 NICKNAME(S): Yanyan, Yan'er (only by the closest) NAME MEANING: Surname Liu - from the Han dynasty emperors, once meant 'battle axe'. Name Yan - bird swallow. AGE:  appears 33. 330 years old. DATE OF BIRTH:  march 29th. PLACE OF BIRTH: dusk court. CURRENT LOCATION: summer court. ETHNICITY: high fae. (faceclaim: chinese) GENDER: cis-female. PRONOUNS: she/her. SEXUAL ORIENTATION: straight. ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: straight. RELIGION: prythian fae religious beliefs. OCCUPATION:  third in command. inner circle dragon rider. also dabbles in medicine as her family are/were healers. EDUCATION LEVEL:  high. EXTRACURRICULAR: swords. that's it. LIVING ARRANGEMENTS: mansion in the woods. FINANCIAL STATUS: wealthy. SPEAKING VOICE AND ACCENT: soft & calm, no strong or distinguishable accent. SPOKEN LANGUAGES: fae, ancient fae, (english, chinese if applicable). VOICECLAIM: zhang zhixi.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE, ETC.

FACECLAIM:  zhang zhixi. HAIR COLOR AND STYLE: black, either flowing loose or various updos. COMPLEXION: fair. EYE COLOR: dark brown. EYESIGHT: fae-perfect. HEIGHT: 5'6. WEIGHT: 50 kg. BODY AND BUILD:  lean & slender. petite. TATTOOS:  none. PIERCINGS:  earrings. CLOTHING STYLE:  either soft & flowy dresses or full on battle & intimidating leather. DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS: has a crescent moon scar on the inside of her left wrist. SIGNATURE SCENT:  hypnotic poison by dior & opium by yves saint laurent.

HEALTH.

MENTAL DISORDER(S): none. PHYSICAL DISORDER(S):  has pain in her right wrist whenever the wind / weather changes due to an old injury. ALLERGIES:  pollen & insect bites. SLEEPING HABITS:  goes to sleep around 11 pm on most nights, sometimes around midnight, but always wakes up around 6 am. light sleeper. EATING HABITS:  normal. does not like the taste of egg yolk & isn't too fond of fish, but will eat it. SOCIABILITY: with others - if she has to. but, very social with family & friends. BODY TEMPERATURE:  slightly lower than usual fae temp. ADDICTIONS:  none, unless coffee counts. DRUG USE:  none. ALCOHOL USE: moderately.

PERSONALITY.

LABEL(S):  the third in command. the illusion weaver. weaver of silver words. weaver of the dusk. POSITIVE TRAITS:  loyal, resourceful, gentle, unwavering & intelligent. NEGATIVE TRAITS: vengeful, holds a grudge for a millennia, spiteful & wrathful. LIKES:  little animals, the sound of leaves crunching beneath the feet, the ice coating tress & grass, the smell of smoke & ash. DISLIKES:  summer & heat, people underestimating her, faes being patronizing. FEARS:  spiders & other critters. black depths of the vast sea. also small-talk. HABITS: sitting by the weaving loom & weaving tapestries, scarves & other meaningful (& meaningless) things. sitting by the fireplace with a book & one of her smaller pets in her lap. brewing medicine & reading medical / healing books. GOALS AND AMBITIONS: to serve, protect & advise the dusk court. also to chill with a book in her hands. ASTROLOGY: Aries. PERSONALITY TYPE:  INTJ. MORAL ALIGNMENT: lawful neutral. ELEMENT:  water (& metal in chinese, alt. element darkness) PRIMARY VICE:  wrath. PRIMARY VIRTUE:  justice. WEATHER: rainy, cloudy, stormy. COLOR: moss green, phtalo green, any green, but also silver & black & crimson red. MUSIC:  classical, guqin & cello favourite instruments. BEVERAGE:  baijiu, mulled wine. FOOD: roast chicken. ANIMAL:  cat, fox. SEASON:  winter.

FAMILY, RELATIONSHIPS, ETC.

MOTHER: wang jiayi. deceased. FATHER:  liu bai. deceased. SIGNIFICANT OTHER: none yet. BEST FRIEND: jia yronwood. EXES: none living. SIBLING(S):  younger brother & younger sister. CHILDREN: none. EXTENDED FAMILY: two distant cousins (living), seven close cousins (deceased). PET(S): fox named xiaohu. cat named huahua. black steed yingzi. red dragon erinya.

HEAD CANONS AND/OR BACKSTORY.

tw death, tw murder (mentioned) The eldest of three children, Yanyan always had a sense of duty instilled inside her. Born to a family of healers, in the ancestral mansion in the woods of the Dusk court, she knew where she belonged from the moment she opened her eyes. Her loyalty had always been with her family and the ruling family of the Court she called home. She was taught healing and medicine since young age and often helped heal her younger siblings' cuts and bruises, but even her skill could not save her parents. When she was 230 years old, she bonded with a red dragon, a young, barely 10 years of age, dragon with a fiery temperament. Instantly they became each other's greatest allies, and instantly the knowledge of the eldest Liu daughter spread across the Dusk. She was swarmed with offers to join this family or that family, but the only reply she deigned answer to was the invitation to be the Dragon Rider for the ruling family. The invitation was the beginning of the Liu family's downfall. One of her closer cousins, jealous of her sway with the ruling family and her freshly bonded dragon, poisoned her parents and attempted to poison her younger siblings as well. The artificial sickness took her parents, and consumed by blind wrath, in turn she and her dragon took the lives of the seven cousins who plotted her family's demise. Left alone to protect her siblings, Yanyan had to carefully consider her next steps, but being the Dusk's dragonrider, it wasn't too difficult to sway her to accept lord Zhou's offer of becoming the Third in command of his Inner Circle. Ever since that, her life has been a constant of plotting, scheming, looking behind her shoulder, her dragon's shoulder and squinting in the general direction of shadows, in order to protect not only her sibling and the ruling family, but her dragon as well.

[alwayswasagoodthief]

Abigail Marston - Getting down to the RP basics!

The Basics:

Main Blog: Bio:

General Information:

Name: Abigail Roberts Marston

Gender/Pronouns: She/Her/Hers

Age: 22

Date of Birth: (this rp takes place in 1899) May 11,1877 Zodiac: Taurus MBTI: ISFJ Enneagram: 6w1

Language: English, French

Alignment: Neutral Good

Occupation: Former sex worker, outlaw, later rancher

Religion: lightly protestant 

Affiliations: Van der Linde Gang

Physical Appearance

General Appearance: Raven hair often worn up, about mid back length, blue eyes, fair skinned with hints of pink. Face Claim :Lauren Cohan despite her hair color.

Distinguishing features: Freckles and a few sunspots

Height: 5’7 / 1.7 Body Type: Average, on the thin side

Personality

Personality: At her core, Abigail is a compassionate, steadfast woman who is willing to do absolutely anything and everything to protect those she loves. She does not have a formal education, but she is intelligent, cunning, insightful, and a diligent worker.  She used to be something of a romantic and a dreamer. Part of this aspect is still present, but her pessimism and exhaustion have taken precedence.  She is very motherly overall. She doesn’t plan on mothering people, but she finds that the people she meets need that sort of nurturing. However, she is frustrated with her lot in life. She wants nothing more but to settle down, be properly married, work a ranch, and enjoy her family. Abigail can be cold and calculating and ruthless, even to those she loves. She is also very assertive, stubborn, and emotional at times.

Likes: Chili, warm blankets, mystery novels read to her, good wine, playing the piano, chocolate, the color blue, a cozy fire, deer

Dislikes: Snakes, liars, opossums, filth, unabashed cruelty, etc. 

Habits: Bad posture such as leaning over too far, crossing her legs, scrunching her nose, humming, putting her hands on her hips, singing, tends to go into quiet coughing fits, especially in RDR 1.

Family: Mother- Adelle deceased. Father -  Henry - Deceased

Sexuality: Bisexual (Not counting past clients)

Relationship Status: Estranged

Romanceable?: Tentatively, yes.

Miscellaneous Information

Skills: Lying, manipulation, stealing, seducing, killing, gambling, foraging, light tracking, sewing, some hunting skills, infiltration, explosives, acting, decent at reading people

Living situation: Transitory (later Strawberry and Blackwater)

Special belongings: Most of her and Jack’s belongings were left behind in Blackwater. Photographs, baby clothes, Jack’s books and toys, nearly everything. She has a few clothes, but not much else 

Level of education: No formal education, but has street smarts and a sense for business due to her days as a working girl.

Weapons:  Knives, poison, gun proficiency - has  a Schofield revolver gifted to her by Uncle, a knife John made for her as a gift, a carbine repeater - used to borrow John’s - he bought her one so she’d quit taking his, cunning

Horse

Breed: Tennessee Walker

Coat: Dark Bay, nearly Black.

Name:  Arabica