#there's children and pets and goblins in the house!

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WANDAVISION DEEP DIVE part 1

(Wandavision entries: [1][2][3])

(AAA entries: ep1 [1][2][3][4] ep2 [1][2][3][4] ep3 [1][2][3] ep4 [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][+1] ep5 [1])

After managing to keep away from social media for almost two months, here comes Agatha All Along sucking me back in 🙃 I want to rewatch the whole thing and see how many details I can catch, but I guess I might as well go through Agatha's scenes in Wandavision first. and you guys are coming with me!! we can all hyperfixate together (spoilers from both WV and AAA below. this is going to be just a stream of consciousness as I go through scenes, don't expect anything elaborate)

SO.

Agatha arrives in Westview attracted by Wanda's Hex. She might already suspect she's dealing with the Scarlet Witch because lbr, who has that sort of power? She takes a calculated risk to come investigate (detective Agnes of Westview on the case!) It's funny that her calculated risks are always way more emotional than she'd admit, because who in their right mind comes after the SW? But all that power is too alluring, so Agatha takes possession of Ralph's house, ruins the market value adding a creepy basement and brainwashes him into being her husband/minion/pet.

And now it's time to do what she does best, con artist is gonna con! I adore that Agatha became one of the most infamous witches in history thanks mostly to her improv skills.

She's a magical gal is a small time locale!! he's a husband who's part machiiiiiine (great now it'll get stuck in my head again)

worth nothing that both witches and androids have historically and culturally been used as queer allegories, and here's a very sapphic witch pretending to be a straight 1950s housewife and another witch who's got an elaborate fantasy going on where her husband is able to pass and all their problems are sitcom-level fixable.

How to solve the Hex mystery according to Agatha Harkness:

step #1, casually fish for personal info

step #2, flirt with your suspect (obviously)

she literally asks if Wanda's single ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

AGATHA

she's lying it on soooo thick

she dropped that pot so deliberately LMAOO stinky chaotic goblin

knowing she' s being an asshole on purpose makes this scene 100 times funnier tbh

(also a moment of silence for Sharon's irreparable trauma. her last words will be "Wanda, I'm begging you, let him breathe, please")

episode 2: Agatha keeps being a menace

And knowing now that she's always playing a part and her real personality is much more emo makes it easier to spot when she slips out of character

"was that too much? might rein it down a lil bit" (btw I'm still suspicious of Dennis the mailman and totally expect a big reveal in Westview season 3)

I'm betting that this was Agatha rather than Agnes too. she's so miserable lol. she hates playing this part so much. and that wig is hideous

not Agatha casually planting the idea of children in Wanda's head. She probably was the one making people chant "for the children" too. literally manipulating Wanda into showing her if she can create life, calculated risk my ass, she's out here playing with fire

(does that mean that Agatha is a liiiiiiitle bit Billy's and Tommy's parent too?? she planTED the sEED. hear me OUT.)

you know she was dead inside at having to sit through the whole talent show. she probably took it out on the contestants and made them trip onstage or something

Episode 3 of pappappa pappappa wandavision!

Agatha helping Wanda to pick baby clothes, I'm going to sob. (look at this technicolor filter! modern shows CAN color their shit! it's just that they'd rather make everything look like muddy ass instead)

not much from Agatha this episode except scheming to get Monica kicked out of the Hex, seeing as she's the biggest obstacle between herself and Wanda ('s powers). Also you know she was stalking the house to keep track of when the babies were born. Also also, the painted scenery! Like mother like son, it's such a big hint about the nature of the Road.

look at this piece of shit, I love her so much. And she does tend to wink when she's just told a truly egregious lie, doesn't she? it's like her little signature.

Agatha in episode 5 coming in like: LEMME SEE THOSE BABIESSSSSSS

kathryn hahn with 80s curls is doing something to me, let me tell you

so manipulative, in so many ways. and knowing what we know now about Agatha and children, imagine the turmoil inside of her!! triumph at having confirmation of Wanda's life-giving powers. nervousness about the mess she's putting herself in. exasperation at having to keep up the charade. and, most importantly, getting to HOLD A BABY BOY AFTER ALL THIS TIME (amazing, terrifying, traumatic, wonderful)

what is she doiiiing. this bitch, I swear.

OH MY GAWD I FORGOT WANDA SAID THIS. "so she keeps coming at me like a cat in heat, that's not her fault Vision, she has a Medical Condition"

"kids. can't control them. no matter how hard you try"??????? the suddenly wistful voice?????????????????????? why don't I fling myself off a cliff?????????????????? was this woman actually honestly dying inside while still having to play pretend, I can't, I cannot. And how much of Agatha's backstory was decided at this point, was Kathryn given a general idea?

Agatha and Billy, partners in crime already! Seriously, Jac Schaeffer must have had an idea of where this was going. And it's obvious in retrospect that Agatha would be drawn to Billy the most, he's a witch unlike Tommy and he's such a polite, sweet little fellow, he probably reminded her of Nicky so much?? Here's this scary dangerous witch who on one side is planning to murder everyone in the room, and on the other is fighting back the urge to go full mama bear on this kid and protect and cherish him forever. This is not what she signed up for when she decided to stalk Wanda!

She is so horrible. She is despicable. I'm allowed to say it because I love her so much! I can't remember, was it revealed that she turned a fly into a dog or something? Or did she kidnap a dog dog from a shelter / someone's garden and then stone cold killed him? No, wait, she made Ralph kill him. Do your own killing of cute innocent little creatures, you coward! Love that vest tho.

"Fix the dead!" "You can do that?" And of course she's pretending here but you know that's EXACTLY what this whole sordid Sparky affair was about, she's testing and prodding at Wanda's powers, trying to figure out her limits. There's an eagerness here that she doesn't need to fake. Who knows, maybe she was actually squeamish about killing the dog (she does have a cuddly bunny and woves him vewy much), hence why Ralph had to do it. But more importantly even if she didn't like killing a pet, even if she wasn't happy about traumatizing these kids - that's exactly what she's doing here, she's willingly hurting two children - she went and did it anyway, because her thirst for Wanda's powers is too big. She kills witches out of anger, out of fear and self-preservation. She is ultimately a selfish person, and that is what makes her a villain. It's not that she doesn't have feelings. She has plenty of feelings, she has a conscience, and she chooses to do the bad thing anyway.

"And we can't reverse death. No matter how sad it makes us. Okay? Some things are forever." These two shows above all else are about grief. You can peel this scene and find more and more layers, it was about the kids losing Sparky at first but also about Wanda losing Pietro, Wanda losing Vision, Wanda losing the kids. And it's also, DEFINITELY about Agatha losing Nicky. I need a drink.

Agatha discreetly wiping a tear in the background nbd

And I can only upload 30 pictures per post so there's going to be a part two. I was NOT planning to write so much, help. What are you doing to me AGATHA

go to part 2

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EVANGELITE FASHIONS

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OVERVIEW

Evangeline Kingdom encompasses fertile grasslands, temperate forests, and icy mountains. Its culture is largely homogenous due to the embrace of Lindism, the largest religion in the region. Both climate and religion have a strong influence on the way people dress in this kingdom, promoting modesty and practicality.

FIELD SLAVE

Location: Silverspring

Slaves are the backbone of Evangeline Kingdom’s economy. The entire kingdom would crumble if not for their hard, unpaid labor. The Field Slave works exclusively outdoors, tending to his master’s crops and animals. When the sun goes down, he is locked in a barn until morning to prevent his escape. He is not even allowed to set foot in his master’s house, for he is considered too filthy from all his time outdoors.

This particular Field Slave is a goblin, a species with naturally bald heads. He wears a cloth rag wrapped around his head to protect it from the sun and keep it warm in the cold. What little clothes he owns are tattered and grungy. His master agreed to buy him just one pair of shoes per year, and since they have already worn out, the Field Slave wraps leather strips around his feet until he is given new ones. He works shirtless as often as possible so that he does not wear out his shirts and coats too fast. Like all Evangelite slaves, he wears iron cuffs around his wrists, which block him from using magic. Slave masters sometimes put iron collars on their slaves as well, as an extra security measure in case they must be restrained. The fact that this Field Slave has a collar is a sign that he likely tried to run away or attack his master at some point.

Evangelite Field Slaves are cheap and expendable in the eyes of their masters. Not much money or care is given to their well-beings, and this is very apparent from the crude scraps of clothing they wear.

HOUSE SLAVE

Location: Queenswater

Unlike the Field Slave, the House Slave works almost exclusively indoors. They are almost always female fae, who are considered less threatening and more docile than males or gaians of any sex. Male House Slaves are usually young children or elderly. House Slaves interact with their master’s family on a much more personal level than Field Slaves, so they are usually given nicer clothing to keep them looking clean and presentable. This clothing is typically dull in color and drab in style, and its quality is rarely as nice as what their masters wear.

This House Slave is wearing her hair in a braid with a cloth rag wrapped around her head, ensuring that her hair does not fall into the food she prepares for her masters. Her striped brown dress is pleasant to look at, but drab enough that she does not stand out. Her dull green overdress keeps her warm and has pockets for utility. She wears an apron over that, which keeps her clothes from getting dirty too fast and gives her something to wipe her hands on. The style of her outfit does not show much skin, with the idea that the men of the house will not be tempted with lustful feelings towards her. Even her ankles are covered by leggings. She is not permitted to wear makeup or jewelry of any kind. The only "bracelets" she wears are her iron wristcuffs, which block any spells she may try to use.

Though her living conditions are better than the Field Slaves, the indoor candlelight means she can (and does) work longer hours than they do. Her responsibilities are many, including cleaning, cooking, looking after her master’s children and pets, and even helping her masters with personal matters like dressing and grooming. She must do all of this while looking and behaving presentably at all times.

WIDOWED PEASANT

Location: Eastwalk

Her husband died, leaving her widowed with their young children. Widowed and divorced women face much difficulty in Evangeline Kingdom, for they are considered undesirable to all but the most desperate men. Worse yet, women are viewed only as homemakers and mothers in this culture, so most employers will not hire them. When they do manage to get hired, they receive less than half of a man’s wages for the same amount of work. This Widowed Peasant is a troll, who are considered the lowliest of commoners in Evangelite society, fit only for soldiering and sanitation work. With so much working against her, she could only find employment as a street-cleaner, and her clothes are a testament to her poverty.

She wears a faded red dress and a shawl that was nicer in its heyday, but is now dull and stretched-out. Her pants are tattered, but she cannot afford to replace them. She also cannot afford shoes, which are expensive anyway, but troll shoes even more so because of their much larger size. Until she saves up the money for new ones, she walks barefoot upon the littered streets she spends all day sweeping. Her hair is unwashed and in need of a trim. She wears it loose to signal that she’s seeking a man–any man–to marry.

FARMER

Location: Greenhearst

Food is Evangeline Kingdom’s most profitable export, so many of its citizens own–or work for–farms. Farmers with large plots of land can make a lot of money, but those with smaller plots and worse soil quality must make do with meager profits. They work very hard for very little money, but they don’t typically need much money anyway, as their livelihood allows them to be mostly self-sufficient. They do not live luxurious lives, but between their crops and animals, they usually have enough resources to get by.

This roshavan farmer makes use of his four arms to get work done faster than most. But these extra limbs also mean his shirts are more expensive, so he does not rush out to buy a new one every time it gets a tear. Instead, his wife mends it for him and he squeezes yet another year out of it. The same principle applies to his pants, which are old, worn, and covered in patches. His boots and satchel are both made from cowhide, which he procured from his own farm. He trades this raw leather to the town’s cobblers and leatherworkers for discounts on shoes and bags. He did not spend a coin on his hat, for it was woven from straw by his crafty wife. It helps keep him shaded while he works his fields. She also cuts his hair for him, keeping it short for practicality, and he has grown a mustache to signal to other women that he is already happily married.

Wealthier citizens look down upon his patches, muddy boots, and home-crafted garb. The Farmer may not win any fashion shows, but then again, that is why he is in the field and not on the catwalk.

KELVINGYARD SLAVER

Location: Kelvingyard Town

The Kelvingyard Company is a slaving service that operates in Evangeline Kingdom, and is officially endorsed by the Evangelite government. Kelvingyard slavers are not considered soldiers, but it's not uncommon for the military to hire them temporarily as militias or backup forces. Because of this, the slavers can often be seen wearing modified uniforms with blue sashes or capes, signaling their affiliation with the kingdom.

Otherwise, their uniforms are mostly black and made of cheap leather. They wear iron chestplates and gauntlets to protect them from magic spells, but they avoid full suits of iron for 2 reasons: cost and agility. The Kelvingyard Company is rather stingy and will scrimp wherever they can, using the lowest quality materials to “protect” their workers. It is not necessarily a slaver's job to kill, but to capture, so they must be light on their feet to chase and wrestle their captives.

This Kelvingyard Slaver is wearing a standard-issue uniform modified with a blue cape, signaling that he's currently assigned to help the military. Kelvingyard helmets have a distinct ridge of spikes to intimidate foes, identify slavers from a distance, and it allows them to use their heads as a weapon in a pinch, since they are often grappling with captives.

Trolls are considered the lowliest commoners in Evangelite society, so it is hard for them to find employment. But Kelvingyard has notoriously low standards and will take anyone they can get, so long as they are male and willing to leave their sense of morality at home. This troll’s mustache is a sign that he's married.

EVANGELINE SOLDIER

Location: Rivermere

Evangeline Soldiers are the defenders of their kingdom. Their uniforms may differ slightly based on the climate they're located in, but all make generous use of iron plates and chainmail. Pure iron is preferred over alloys like steel, as iron has magic-repellent properties that protect from spells. Blue sashes and motifs make their allegiance known from a distance.

Iron is heavy, so these soldiers are not known for their speed. They are typically mounted on horses, except for dworfen troops, which ride ponies or mules instead. This dworfen soldier displays a generic armor set, fitted for his small size. Though dworfs are small and slow, they are twice as strong as humans, which makes them desirable to the military regardless.

Evangelite Soldiers spend long periods of time away from home, sometimes months or even years, which makes forming relationships difficult. This dworf has a beard as most of his kind do, but he has shaven his mustache to tell single women that he is unmarried at a glance.

DRAGONEER

Location: Oaken

Dragoneers are Evangeline Kingdom’s most elite soldiers, a fierce air force who rides flying, fire-breathing dragons into battle. This Dragoneer is dressed for the job in his unique armor, which differs from that of the standard soldier. His iron plates are thinner and fewer to keep him as lightweight as possible. His iron helmet has been replaced by a lighter leather one, accompanied by goggles and a face mask to protect his face from wind, rain, and debris as he speeds through the air. He earned his gold-plated belt buckle when he graduated from the dragoneering academy. He keeps it polished and displays it with pride, for it took many years of hard work to earn. His blue, fur lined cape shows his allegiance from a distance and keeps him warm at high altitudes.

Most dragoneers are human like this one, as their size and weight is ideal for riding war dragons, the most common mounts for air defense. However, the Evangelite military also utilizes other dragon species, such as very small ones for delivering messages and colossal ones for besieging enemy towns. Other peoples may be more ideal for handling those.

MARRIED TOWNSMAN

Location: Newell

The average, middle-class Evangelite man performs skilled jobs that slaves are not permitted to do, such as forestry and hunting. This man is a fur trapper, and his shaggy hairstyle is popular with those in his profession. City-dwellers may scoff at this look, but it’s considered “rugged” by his rural peers. He must work hard, as his mustache indicates that he has a wife to support. If he does not already have children, he likely will soon.

This Married Townsman is not wearing his hunting gear, but a more casual outfit that is typical for men of his demographic. His white shirt is simple and unassuming, but the slight flare in his sleeves adds a fashionable element that shows he can afford quality clothing. His leather vest is both practical and stylish, with its large pockets and sheep’s wool lining. His thick pants and rough boots are those of a typical rural working man–perhaps not the fanciest, but ones that get the job done.

The typical Evangelite Married Townsman tries to balance style and utility in the way he dresses, so that he can fit in among his peers, get his hands dirty when needed, and not embarrass his wife in public by looking poor or slovenly.

UNMARRIED TOWNSWOMAN

Location: Aldfog

Evangelite women display their relationship status by the way they style their hair. Covering their hair with a headscarf indicates that they’re married, wearing an updo might mean they’re dating someone or otherwise unavailable, and wearing their hair loose means they’re single and interested in marriage.

This young Unmarried Townsman is seeking a husband, as indicated by her simple yet well-groomed hair. She does not wear makeup, which is common for young, middle-class townswomen. She wears an emerald green dress with some flair in the sleeves and hem, which gives the impression that she is not poor, but not rich either. Her corset and boots are made of quality leather. Women of her demographic don’t typically adorn themselves with a lot of jewelry, and she is no exception, preferring to let her natural beauty speak for itself. She wears only a white beaded bracelet and an iron “Crowned Man” necklace, indicating that she is a Lindist.

It is rare for Unmarried Townswomen to be employed. They are typically supported by their parents until they marry, and then they are supported by their husband. However, just because they don’t work doesn’t mean they have nothing to do. Quite the contrary, these women are responsible for all the cooking, cleaning, caregiving, shopping, and planning in their households. Their outfits balance practicality and attractiveness so they can accomplish all this work while also beguiling a husband. Since they do not work, all the money they have is what their families have chosen to give them. This allowance is what they use to buy their clothes.

NOBLEMAN

Location: Queenswater

Evangelite nobles are citizens who rule a territory or are directly related to someone who does. Not all nobles are rich, but the vast majority are, and they display their wealth mainly through the clothes they wear. This man is an example of what the typical Evangelite Nobleman wears day-to-day. His outfit is not at all practical, but it doesn’t have to be, as his slaves take care of all practical matters for him.

Vivid blues are expensive pigments, but that’s obviously no concern for a man of his wealth. His blue silk shirt features puffy sleeves to make him appear big and important. The ends of his sleeves are adorned with white frills, which matches his necktie. Over his shirt he wears a poncho in rich blue and gold hues, its sides held together by silver chains. His fingers are decorated with flashy jeweled rings. White leggings extend up to his knees, giving his legs a desirable shape and drawing attention to his fine beaded leather shoes.

The Nobleman’s hair is worn in a style that locals call the “uptown sleek”, as it’s very popular with upper class Evangelites. The sides are combed back and the front is shaped into an elegant swoop. He has no facial hair, meaning he is not yet married. But as a noble, his family has likely arranged a marriage partner for him already, and then he may sport a thin, subdued mustache that is common amongst this kingdom’s wealthy.

NOBLEWOMAN

Location: Wintermoore

 Unlike lower class women, Evangelite noblewomen are not expected to cook, clean, or serve anyone, as they have slaves to do all that for them. They are not even permitted to rule territories except under very specific conditions, so they have a lot of free time to spare. They are taught that their most important job is to bear children and look their best, as if they are simply fashion accessories for their husbands. Not all noblewomen sit around and do nothing, however. Many of them have found hobbies or have involved themselves with causes that are important to them, such as volunteering for their local temples.

Even the wealthiest Evangelite women face many of the same restrictions and similar oppression to lower class women. Oftentimes looking good is all they are allowed to do, and so it is the only skill they develop. This mature Noblewoman has developed an eye for color, texture, and composition to dress herself fashionably each day. Her style is the envy of others, and it shows off her family’s great wealth to her peers at a glance, which is exactly what is expected of her.

She lives in the freezing territory of Wintermoore, so she must maintain her style while accounting for temperature, wind, and snow. She wears all purple hues–the most expensive of pigments. Her padded silk overdress is lined with fox fur for extra warmth, and the dress beneath is striped for visual interest. Her corset is made from the finest leather and dyed black for contrast. Her shoes are made of the same leather, decorated with fox fur puffballs to match her overdress. Her double-headwrap not only keeps her warm, it indicates to others that she is married at a glance. Lower classes don’t always have access to eyeglasses, so the ones on her face are a sign of her status.

Makeup is controversial when worn by lower class women, but it is practically mandatory for the upper classes. Like many wealthy Evangelite women, this Noblewoman has caked her face in white powder to make it appear lighter, giving the impression that she never spends time slaving away in the sun. Dramatic eyeshadow and blush are added to prevent her from looking sickly. She has decorated herself in large, fancy pieces of jewelry, and she has learned exactly how to pose in order to casually show them off.

OGRISH TRIBESMAN

Location: Blue Valley

Evangeline Kingdom enslaved all fae and gaians when it took over western Noalen, but it also forcefully assimilated the native commoner tribes as well…All but a few of the ogrish tribes, who simply proved too strong to conquer. These ogre strongholds were so well-defended, their ogrish residents so strong, and the kingdom had poured so many resources into trying to conquer them that it eventually gave up the idea altogether. Today, these ogrish strongholds are still standing all over the Blue Valley and operating independently from Evangeline Kingdom. The two forces have agreed to leave each other alone, though occasional conflicts do happen.

For this reason, the ogrish tribes still maintain their defenses and military forces. This particular Ogrish Tribesman is a warrior, identified as such by the dragon leather pauldron on his shoulder. All adult male ogres in his tribe are expected to work daily to feed their families, but they are also enrolled as soldiers by default, so they must be prepared for battle at a moment’s notice. The Ogrish Tribesman’s armor may seem lacking, but his tough skin acts as a natural armor as well. Too much armor will cost him speed and flexibility while he works his day job, and may also cause him to overheat, since ogres do not sweat efficiently. They fare well in the cold but poorly in the heat, so he does not wear much clothing at all. He does not even bother with shoes, as the calluses on his feet are as hard as stone.

What little he does wear is made from crude hides, furs, and leathers. It is rare for male Blue Valley ogres to wear jewelry because it can become a liability in battle. They also keep short, simple hairstyles for this reason.

HEMLOCK GIRL

Location: Merrowville

So-called “Hemlock Girls” are unmarried Evangelite women who pride themselves in their wild, carefree lifestyles. They are considered rebels in a culture that expects women to be quiet, modest, and subservient to men. Hemlock Girls can be identified by their loose, teased hair, which is often dyed, and their flashy clothing that shows more skin than this culture approves of. They also tend to wear bold makeup, tattoos, and flashy jewelry. They face much prejudice, which alienates them from regular society. They make a point to never marry or involve themselves with men long-term. Because of this, they are often forced into shady work such as drug dealing or prostitution to survive.

Evangelites view these women as lowly criminals, but this is not always the case. Some Hemlock Girls simply feel stifled by their suffocating culture and wish for a taste of freedom. In many cases, they are victims of sexual assault or mental illness who were deemed “soiled” and abandoned by their families out of shame. These abandoned, single women do not have many opportunities in Evangeline Kingdom, so instead of settling for an oppressive man, some remain single and form supportive gangs with each other, known as “Hemlock Gangs”.

This particular Hemlock Girl is wearing a red dress with elegant flared sleeves, but it exposes her cleavage and knees, which is considered scandalous in her culture. Her sheer stockings add color to her legs. Her hair is worn loose with natural roots and dyed ends, giving it a bold two-toned appearance. Drawing even more attention to her head is her colorful parrot feather headband. Her nails are painted and she has makeup on her face, something usually only seen on nobles and wealthy women, though she herself is of a low class. This indicates that she is likely a prostitute. Her necklace deliberately draws attention to her cleavage. She has several tattoos, which are something usually associated with male sailors, mercenaries, and soldiers in her culture. These tattoos display her dedication to her lifestyle, cementing her place in Evangelite society.

MORITE IMMIGRANT

Location: Rivermere

Evangeline Kingdom has a sizeable population of immigrants from Yerim-Mor Kingdom, who come seeking refuge from the war and death cults in their homeland. These immigrants are generally welcome, so long as they are commoners and they are willing to convert to Lindism. The path to Evangelite citizenship involves attending Lindist sermons regularly at the local temple. Each immigrant must be sponsored by a Lindist priest, who oversees their progress and is responsible for educating them about their new culture.

However, many Morite immigrants still cling to their old ways as much as they are able. This is displayed mainly in their food, music, and fashion choices. Evangelite culture encourages rather strict dress codes for different groups, such as single men and women, married men and women, lower classes, upper classes, and so on.

This female, roshavan Morite Immigrant obeys the Evangelite dress code by dressing modestly and covering her hair, as married women are expected to do. However, she adds her own Morite flair by wearing a veil over her face as well, which not only brings attention to her eyes, but protects her lungs from the sun and dust in her arid homeland. Morite women value the health of their skin very much, and so they prefer to cover as much of it as they can while outdoors. They often continue to do so even after moving to a more temperate climate, as this woman has shown. She wears a large green necklace to contrast with her red and orange garb. She does not wear a corset like most Evangelite women, as this is not considered fashionable or practical in her homeland. Instead, she has wrapped her breasts with cloth for comfort and breathability. Makeup is associated only with wealthy women and lowly prostitutes in Evangelite culture. But it is understood that Morite women have different beauty standards and like to draw attention to their eyes with kohl and eyeshadow, regardless of their wealth class. Morite immigrants are not judged as harshly for wearing makeup as native Evangelite women are.

RURAL HOUSEWIFE

Location: Rockreach

The rural peoples of Evangeline Kingdom have very different lifestyles than their urban counterparts. They live on larger plots of land, where they grow crops and raise animals to sustain themselves. They are much less reliant on gold and markets, and instead prefer to barter with their neighbors for goods. They don’t tend to have a lot of gold, so spending it is a last resort. Running these homesteads takes a lot of time and effort. Some families even invest in slaves to help them, as they may own more land than their family members can maintain.

Whether they own slaves or not, the Evangelite Rural Housewife still carries countless responsibilities upon her shoulders. Unlike urban women, who are usually responsible for indoor tasks, rural women are expected to manage both indoor and outdoor chores like planting, harvesting, animal care, cooking, child-rearing, cleaning, and more. Some tasks are considered taboo for women, like slaughtering animals and chopping wood. The Rural Housewife’s husband and sons are expected to take over these more hazardous tasks, but she is still expected to wake earlier and work longer hours than they do. Traditionally, these women are expected to have breakfast on the table before her family wakes up, and they may not go to bed until everyone else is tucked in for the night.

This dworfen Rural Housewife’s outfit is modest yet practical. She wears her sleeves rolled up because she knows they will get dirty otherwise. A headscarf covers her head to signal that she is married, but it does not completely cover all of her hair, which is a slightly controversial fashion choice in this culture. Older generations seem to disapprove of this more than younger ones. She does not wear any jewelry or makeup because she is not interested in impressing anyone or flaunting her wealth; her only concern is feeding her family. She is far too busy for frills, so her dresses are understated in style. But she also doesn’t want to look like a slave, so she makes sure they do not have holes and she wears multiple layers to protect the ones beneath. Female dworfs normally have beards just as the males do, but this one has shaven hers to conform with the Evangelite humans’ beauty standard. Otherwise, non-dworfen peoples in her community often mistake her for a crossdressing man, which is highly frowned upon in their culture.

SEE ALSO

Queen Indiga

Evangelite Territories

Evangelite Hairstyles

Evangelite Cuisine

Ask - Evangeline

Artwork - Galanis Family

Artwork - Mathias and Angeline

Artwork - Habrene and Sofia

Artwork - Evan Outfits

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Full disclosure every time I look at the KumoDesu Fandom I see a lot of takes I disagree with strongly (Reddit what did I expect really)… BUT hating on opinions you disagree with is super wrong instead you should spread opinions you love! So yknow what let me post some of my KumoDesu Opinions unprompted.

Here’s one my biggest HC: Why I see the Demon Army as Family:

I will die on the hill of Shiro and Ariel as the parents to Mera (Oldest), Kyouya (middle child), and Sophia (youngest). But here's sort of why I see the coding that way.

Not gonna be defending/explaining why I ship Shiro x Ariel, it’s obvious.

Shiro and Ariel give the most advice and guidance to the three of them (they quite LITERALLY raised Sophia). Ariel giving the talks working through emotions and Shiro being the more action based parent. They also quite literally are responsible for sorting out all their housing, schooling, and helping with employment.

Mera gives the vibe of the sibling with a bigger age gap than the other two, thus why he takes a less sibling bickering and more sibling guidance role (he also has the self esteem issues of an eldest child ngl). I wouldn’t say he ever takes a parental role so much because he feels more on Sophia and Kyouya’s level as opposed to Ariel and Shiro’s. Mera says word for word that helping Kyouya feels like having a younger brother as well. And since Sophia was originally his responsibility to look after but after Shiro and Ariel join them they mostly take over it gives the feeling of “orphan who expects they have to parent their much younger sibling only to be adopted and now only have it when they’re parents are at work”.

Sophia’s thing with Mera is mostly due to the envy skill. I think her real feelings are deep proactive feelings due to having no one close to her in her past life and the fact that after knowing the truth (and seeing all her flaws) he’s still determined to stick by her side. She’s literally never had that ever, not even a lesser more fair weather version of that. I will also say Ariel, Shiro, and Kyouya fall more into a “do rather than say” kind of love language so Mera being very verbal about his commitment probably floors her. I don’t think she actually wants to date him, I would put it more into “child mistakes familiar affection for romantic and say they want to marry their sibling/parent when young but grows out of it” (yknow what Shun was PRAYING was going on with Sue). I do think Sophia strongly gives the vibe of “overprotective sibling who with “test” all her sibling’s potential dates” to Mera. She’s gonna “vet” those people to decide if they’re worthy and hopefully they’ll live.

Sophia’s relationship with Kyouya is strongly “I’m the only one allowed to bully him” which is just sibling energy 101. She constantly taunts him in any way that proves she’s stronger but if someone else did that to him she would call pathetic and beneath him. Just, if you have a sibling would know this behavior very well. I do think Sophia gives off youngest (and problem child) vibes as always starting shit and needing the most attention from their parents. Where as Kyouya gives of more of a middle child (has severe issues) vibe, where he’s calmer and practiced at not responding to the younger one starting shit (which honestly only pisses them off more). He also did have a ton of siblings as a goblin (that he babysat a lot) so he’s just very practiced.

I know the Puppet Taratect’s as actually Ariel’s (and by extension Shiro’s) children but is it horrible of me to say they give off more pet vibes. Pets are still kids and you can be a pet Mom. I own cats and I LOVE cats, they have that strong energy. Just the fact that they don’t really need to be parented/taught/guidance but do need someone watching them to make sure they don’t get into things they shouldn’t. And the fact that anyone in their group can do it it’s not really something that needs a particular experience/angle. The fact that they’re self sufficient on their own but hang around because they want to is also very cat coded.

[niabridges]

I wanted to write a character profile for my MC, Ennea Bragge, and some cool moments with her new best friends. (I’ll probably have better screenshots coming)

Full name: Ennea Emiliana Bragge m. Ennea Sallow Name explained: The word "Ennea" is the Greek word for "nine". Nine represents the combination of three trinities (3x3). This symbolizes Ennea's internal struggle between light and darkness, her past self and her new identity, or conflicting loyalties.

DOB: February 1st, 1876

Gender: Female (she/her)

Nationality: English

Blood Status: pureblood

House: Slytherin

Wand: Phoenix core, 10 ¾" Length, Willow, white or black (haven’t decided yet)

Patronus: Unicorn

Likes: Butterbeer, cats, owls, cheesy jokes

Dislikes: liars, stupid rules, getting up early, Ravenclaws (sometimes when they bully her) 

Magical pet: Boisie the eagle owl

Hobbies: Seeker on the Slytherin team, piano, hiking

Appearance

Hair: Hazelnut brown

Eyes: Azure blue

Height: 166cm

Physique: slim, too skinny, but she develops curves later on when she gets older

Other features: Tiny freckles on the nose, moles, blush

Parents: Unknown to her (grew up in a Muggle orphanage), Phillip Bragge, Mona Bragge

Siblings: Ivanna Briarwood (Bragge), Ivory Bragge

Future

Career: Unspeakable at the British Ministry, briefly Arcane at MACUSA Arcane Department

Partner/Spouse: Mary Brentwood Children: twins Eloise and Elaine Bragge

Primary background (will edit)

Background: Ennea Bragge comes from a long line of pureblood witches and wizards, but having grown up in a Muggle orphanage not much is known about her family. She transferred to Hogwarts in her 5th year, having previously been homeschooled (her magic more suppressed than encouraged) due to her unique magical abilities and the dangers they posed.

Personality:  Ennea possesses the shrewd mind and relentless ambition of a true Slytherin. Her intelligence is her weapon, resourcefulness her shield.  Though fiercely independent, she forges bonds of unwavering loyalty to those who earn her trust. A strong moral compass guides her, but it's tempered by a pragmatism honed by Slytherin House.  Though guarded, her deepest secrets-- her ancient magic, her hidden fears-- burn with an intensity that rivals any Gryffindor's courage.  Never underestimate what Ennea will do when she sets her sights on a goal.

Magical Abilities: Ennea possesses a unique form of magic that allows her to tap into ancient, nearly forgotten spells and incantations. She has a deep connection to the magical world and can sense magical auras and disturbances. Her ability to see and understand the hidden layers of magic makes her a formidable witch, but it also makes her a target for those who seek to exploit her power. In her 5th year she won a battle against a rebel Goblin Ranrok and saved Hogwarts in secret. She lost her mentor professor Fig in the battle. She contained all the repositories of ancient magic. Her famous reputation at school slowly started to grow.

Hobbies and Interests: Ennea is an avid reader and spends hours in the Hogwarts library, researching ancient texts and forgotten spells. She's also passionate about dueling and has honed her skills in Defense Against the Dark Arts. She loves to explore the outdoors around the castle.

Key Relationships:

Sebastian Sallow: Ennea shares a close bond with Sebastian. She admires his cunning and ambition. Sebastian and Ennea grow apart as they get older and Ennea later regards Sebastian as reckless.

Ominis Gaunt: Ominis is Ennea's loyal friend and confidante. She values his wisdom and unique perspective, and they share a deep mutual respect.

Challenges: Ennea grapples with the responsibility of her unique magical abilities and the dangers they pose. She is keeping a lot of secrets like ancient magic and Sebastian’s dark secret of killing his uncle and sometimes it become a burden. She's also navigating her feelings for both Sebastian and Ominis, creating a complicated love triangle within their trio.

Role in the Story: Ennea is the central character in their adventures, often guiding their decisions and actions with her knowledge of ancient magic. Her character growth is closely tied to her acceptance of her abilities and her relationships with Sebastian and Ominis. As they face increasingly perilous challenges, Ennea's determination and strength become vital to their survival. Ancient magic: A Double-Edged Sword

While potent and alluring, ancient magic is a demanding force. Unlike the controlled spells of modern times, it operates on a primal level, often reflecting the raw will of the caster. This translates to several key limitations:

Unpredictable Power: Ancient magic is notoriously difficult to control. The desired outcome is never guaranteed, with spells potentially backfiring or producing unintended consequences.

Emotional Volatility: Ancient magic is a reflection of the wielder's deepest self. Strong emotions, especially negativity, can corrupt the magic, twisting its effects and potentially causing harm to both the caster and those around them. Maintaining emotional control is paramount.

Hidden Costs: Tapping into such potent magic can exact a toll. Using ancient magic can leave the wielder drained, both physically and mentally. Overuse can lead to a dependence on its raw power, making it harder to utilize traditional, safer magic.

A Legacy of Power, a Burden to Master

Ancient magic offers immense power, but it comes with significant risks.  Those who wield it must be prepared for its volatile nature, the emotional discipline required, and the potential consequences of wielding such a primal force.  It is a legacy of power, but also a burden to master.

[beefrobeefcal]

Get to know me tag game

Thank you so much @sheepdogchick3, @vee-bees-blog and @bitchwitch1981 for tagging me 💜🥩💜

1. Were you named after anyone? Share my middle name with my mom, and her mom, and her mom, and so on...

2. When was the last time you cried? Yesterday... life's been a bit too real for your beef, y'all

3. Do you have kids? No human children. (4 cats who will never go to university)

4. What sports do you/have you played? I was a wrestler and weight lifter in high school, and I played soccer and softball when I was younger... your beef is not a sporter.

5. Do you use sarcasm? yes... and sometimes incorrectly!

6. First thing you notice about people? Their posture and their hair... then teeth, nose and voice... then smell.

7. What's your eye color? it's a mishmash of blue and green with a gold.... so hazel?

8. Scary movies or happy endings? give me scary movies with happy endings...

9. Any talents? I'm actually funny. Is that a talent?

10. Where were you born? Canada

11. What are your hobbies? this is a toughie as someone who is currently in a depressive state (fuckin Norbert). But if I had to think on it, doing my nails, writing (fics and not fics), shopping (it's a hobby, okay!), resin crafts, crafting in general... just artsy fartsy stuff...

12. Do you have any pets? 4 house goblins (cats)

13. How tall are you? 5'10... okay... well... actually, I'm 5'9 and change, I just round up. I'm sorry. I'm a fraud.

14. Favorite subject in high school? English/Language Arts and Social Studies/History

15. Dream job? to be a little frog, chilling on a lily pad.

TAGLIST (non-committal):

@neverwheremoonchild @rebel-held @beee-haw @wintrwinchestr @thehalflifeofloveisforever @thehandalorian @gwendibleywrites @morallyinept @nerdieforpedro ... and anyone else who wants to jump in!

[akaisenhatake]

Roses Are Red

Violets Are Blue

Her Presence As Fiery As A Dragon's Breath

Shall It Arrive With Undying Wrath

Ianthe Court, an indirect ancestor of Jane Court from Hogwarts Mystery.

Character Info below by an inexperienced profile writer

Name: Ianthe Court

Nicknames: Ian, Redhead, Niamh

Birthday: 13th July, 1874

Nationality: Half-Irish, Half-British

Blood Status: Pure-blood

House: Sorted into Ravenclaw but a Slytherin by heart, however the Courts are all Hufflepuffs. [let her in the slytherin common room please]

Wand: laurelwood, 113/4", pheonix core [form takes inspiration from a rose]

Animagus: None

Patronus: Stout

Boggart: A Burning house

Sexuality: Bi-herself and demiromantic

Other Details

Born a redhead, whereas the rest of the Courts are blonde

Has a bandage on her left wrist to cover scars and something else

Born from a different mother, both biological parents fled to another country and left baby Ianthe under her father's ex wife. She was forced to raise baby Ianthe as her child along with her two other children from another recently engaged husband. [her childhood was hell]

Travelled to Britain from Ireland to live in an orphanage after her step-family died from a fire breakout at their house. Officers tried to contact her uncle and aunt but they refused to take care of the child. [she was never mentioned to the future generations of the Courts cause her name would 'spoil' their reputation and image]

The scar on her right jaw is due to kids who tried to shove her into a basket of unknown magical beast, but manage to save her entire face by forcing her way out. As a revenge, she threw one of the boys into the basket, resulting in the boy having to be sent to the nearest clinic. [honestly he deserved what he got]

Got her first magic cast by setting something on fire in an orphanage due to over excitement after her house elf came to visit her. [she apparently also has fire tolerance cause haha daenarys inspo]

Once a gremlin, forever a gremlin. [she climbs all over hogwarts castle and unhinged at times ]

Enjoys reading books in the library for a long period. [it calms the intrusive thoughts, or gives the intrusive thoughts more ideas]

Likes dresses but couldn't wear them for the most part for how much she runs and climbs. [wouldn't want to get the cloth stuck and causing a disadvantage on her part]

Brutally honest along with her judgement. [will call you a slur if u deserve it]

Has difficulty feeling remorse or pity for others [been called heartless since a child for laughing at her step- brother while he broke his arm from a broom fall]

Best friend? the slytherin gang duh [she was treated as a sibling to them, more specifically sebastian] Ofc she spends time with other friends like Samantha, Natty, Poppy and a shit ton more from her merlin-knows-how-long friend list

Enemies? Victor Rookwood scares the crap outta her [insert more traumatic backstory here]

Haha goblins short and tiny they so babp- [to be continued]

She has relations to the dragon who attacked her and Prof. Fig while they were going to Hogwarts.

Main goal of attending Hogwarts? Just being able to cast all the spells she read from a book when she was still a 'squib'. Also hoping to find a spell that can remove something she covered on her wrist with scars and a bandage.

Pets? she wants a dragon and she will get one eventually, but for now none

template inspired by @/crowlipso

closeup on the eyes

[eddievanhammettmunson]

Wanted

Eddie Munson x GNreader

Authors note- hola my ghouls, gremlins and fellow goblins. This is just a short one shot for my homies that want to feel wanted.

Warnings- rough home life, angst, fluff, use of pet names like sweetheart but no gender or mentions of y/n

Summary- after getting a letter from your mother, you take a look back on your life and the people that make you feel wanted. 1.4k

Eddie was worried to say the least. You were his best friend and he hadn’t heard from you in days. At first he thought you were just sick but now he knows you’re definitely avoiding him. He drove by your house twice in the last 3 days and every time he stopped by he could tell you were home but not answering the door.

Not only were you not showing up to school but now you were avoiding him. He doesn’t know what he did to upset you but he was determined to figure it out.

He sat on the edge of his bed, guitar in hand as he strummed away and thought about what he could have done to upset you but he couldn’t think of anything. The last time he’d seen you the two of you went to the movies together. All he can think of was that he tried to hold your hand half way through the movie but chickened out at the last minute. Maybe that’s why you were mad at him. Maybe you noticed and didn’t feel that way about him. Maybe you noticed and wanted him to hold your hand. Maybe you- and Eddie is snapped out of his thoughts by a knock at the trailer door. He jumps up to answer it, figuring Wayne must have forgotten his lunch or something.

The last thing Eddie is expecting to see is you on his doorstep looking distressed and upset. But that’s what he finds.

“Sweetheart? What are you doing here? Are you okay? Here come on in you must be freezing.”

Eddie steps to the side and lets you in the trailer. Wordlessly you step inside and make your way to the couch in the living room where you plop down and begin to fiddle with your fingers from nervousness. Eddie can’t help but notice that and the way you chew your lip. He knows something is eating at you.

Eddie steps forward towards the couch but doesn’t sit down. Instead he kneels in front of you and grabs your hands to stop you from fiddling with your fingers. Trying to get you to relax.

“Sweetheart? What’s going on?”

In the softest voice Eddie’s ever heard you make you finally respond.

“Wanted to see you Ed’s.”

He strokes the backs of your hands with his thumb and he can visibly see you relax in your skin. The way you slump against the couch and you finally give your bottom lip a break from the chewing.

“I came by your house sweets. Thought you were avoiding me.”

Your eyes shoot up to meet his.

“Well I was. But not because of anything you did. I needed to be on my own.”

You rush the words out hoping it will bring Eddie some relief but it doesn’t.

“Sweetheart, why were you avoiding me? What’s wrong?”

You take a deep breath and pull out an envelope from your pocket.

“I got a letter….from my mother.”

Eddie, being your best friend, knew the past you had with your family and especially what happened with your mother. He knew how hard it was for you growing up and all the things she put you through. Eddie can’t believe she would have the nerve to reach out to you. Knowing that your family is the reason he hasn’t seen you in days gets his blood boiling. But he keeps his cool because he knows what you need.

You hand him the letter and let him read it.

“Hey kiddo

I know you probably don’t want to hear from me. And I know I have no right to ask anything of you or request your forgiveness but I wanted to let you know I’ve been sober for a few years now and I’ve met a man with 3 beautiful children that I watch after. I know I can’t fix things with you but I just wanted you to know that I do love you and I’m sorry I wasn’t better for you. But I’m trying to be better now. I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness. I hope you’re able to move on to better things in life.

Xoxo mom”

Along with the letter were pictures of her and her new family. As Eddie read the letter he could feel your hand shaking. When he looked up from the letter he found you sitting there with your eyes closed painfully tight. Trying but failing to prevent the tears from falling.

You begin to sob.

“I just don’t understand Eddie.”

“Understand what sweetheart.”

“Why wasn't I enough? Why didn't she want me? Why can she be better for this new family but could never do that for me. Why am I never enough.”

Eddie sets the letter down on the table and leans forward and grabs you in a hug that you accept with desperation.

Eddie begins to ramble. “Shit sweetheart you’re enough. You’re so much more than enough and I want you so much please please please don’t think you’re not enough please.”

As you two continue to hug you whisper in Eddie’s ear. “Thank you.”

Eddie pulls back slightly and brushes some of the hair out of your face.

“For what?”

“For wanting me when nobody else did.”

Those words broke his heart. How could you think nobody wanted you? You were everything to him. When he looked at you he saw the entire universe mapped out in front of him and he couldn’t imagine his life without you. It killed him to know that you thought nobody would want you and it killed him that your own family made you feel that way.

“Sweetheart, listen to me. I’ll always want you. I always have. You’re my everything. And whenever you need reminding of that just come to me. Or Steve. Or Nancy. Or Robin. Or Jonathan. Or any of the kids. Cause we all want you. We love you and we never want you to feel unwanted.”

“That’s sweet Eddie. Thank you. But that’s not what I meant. I meant you wanted me. Sure I love Steve and Nancy and Robin and Jonathan and the kids but you’re my family Eddie. I can come to you for anything and I know you’ll be here when I need you. You look at me and suddenly I don’t feel so alone. I know I’ve got at least one person I can really truly depend on.” You grab his hand and bring it to your chest. Holding his hand over your heart where he can feel it beating heavily.

“And Eddie I want you to know you’re wanted to. In the exact same way I know you want me. You’re everything to me, Eddie Munson.”

It was then that Eddie realised this was more than just a family pep talk. It was a confession. A confession of how deeply you two love each other even if you aren’t ready to say the L word quite yet. This was more meaningful. Letting each other know they’re wanted.

Eddie removes his hands from yours and brings them up to your face where he cups your cheeks gently and leans in. Just enough to where his lips brush gently over yours. He looks into your eyes for that final confirmation. You nod.

He leans in the rest of the way and your lips finally meet. All the both of you feel is relief. The kiss is like letting out all the pent up stress you’ve had for days. You two quickly become intertwined on the couch. Lost in the universe you two have created. When you finally pull away you’re both smiling ear to ear.

“Come on sweetheart let’s watch a movie together and then we can have a sleepover.”

“Only if I get to pick the first movie. But I promise you can pick all the snacks.”

“You really do complete me sweetheart.”

Eddie wraps his arms around you while you watch the movies and the two of you drift off to sleep on the couch. Knowing you’re wanted.

[mt-musings]

The Last Silverboughs

Halsin struggles to put his past to rest, but it's haunting him in more ways than he realizes. He'd thought his time in the Underdark was long behind him, an unpleasant pitfall of youthful hubris, but remnants of his captivity remain, the youngest of which unwittingly stumbles to his rescue.

Lythra can't stop running from her past--hasn't, since she managed to make it out of the Underdark. She has no love for Menzoberranzan, or her House, or anything she left behind in the dark. Or nearly anything.

Still, she'd rather die than return--a prospect all the more likely with a tadpole jammed behind her eye. But perhaps, with the help of a renown druidic healer, she can go back to what remains of her half-life in the sun.

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Halsin pressed himself against the furthest wall of the cell, shoulders hunched against the lingering pain of his wounds and the rocks thrown hard against his flesh. He’d exhausted his spells healing what damage he could long ago.

He growled as he surveyed the iron bars, skin crawling. He’d promised himself he’d never let himself be caged again, not after the nightmare of Menzoberranzan in his youth, not after those three years spent leashed like a not-quite pet. His cage them had been perhaps a bit more comfortable in the barest sense, but it had still been every bit as much a cage.

He’d been a fool then, and it seemed he was still a fool, blinded by his quest for a cure for the Shadow Curse. And now he was locked in a cell next to a pair of half-rabid worgs beneath a camp overrun with mad, blood-thirsty goblins. 

He knew the only reason they hadn’t done worse yet was because they thought him simply some sort of trained bear, that if they realized he was a druid he’d be clapped in iron and tortured until he died. He didn’t have the strength to fight his way back out, hardly had the strength to hold this form—but he had to, lest they learn of the Grove. He’d have to come up with something to get himself out, to warn the Grove and the refugees.

He glanced up at the sound of footsteps, spotting a group of newcomers entering the worg pens. None were goblins, which was enough to spark momentary hope within his chest. There was a dark-haired half-elf in chainmail, a githyanki warrior in shining half plate, and a pale elven man in leather armor. The trio parted to reveal a fourth figure, smaller than the others, an elf even paler than the other with pure white hair haphazardly bound back with a leather cord. Something about the figure set him on edge, more so than the others. He watched her nod subtly to the other three, watched as they set themselves around the upper platform while she descended the crumbling stone steps.

He was drawn from his revery by the bite of another stone slung hard against his shoulder. He howled, gnashing his teeth as he turned his attention back to the wretched goblin children being schooled in the ways of torture just through the bars of his cell. 

“Again! Hit it again!” One of them squealed in delight. Halsin roared as the first child scrambled for more stones. 

“You need sharper stones, to make it through hide,” the elf said, voice quiet and measured as she stooped, picking a large, jagged stone from the floor and hefting its weight in her palm. She stared at him for a long moment, a strange sort of intensity in her gaze as she flicked her pale eyes to the goblin woman next to her and then back. 

“Listen to the drow, children, she speaks true,” his head tormenter crooned, delight dripping from every syllable. 

Drow. He saw it then in the delicate features of her face, more so than the elves of the surface—delicate futures that were wasted on the cruel twist of her mouth, of her narrowed eyes. She was the worst of her kind, then, a szarkai, a ghost spider, a wretched infection to those that desired peace on the surface. 

Halsin growled as the goblin children scrambled for sharper stones, bearing his fangs at her. She would be no savior, just another tormentor, another foul monster he’d have to tear limb from limb to be free of this place, to save his Grove. 

He braced as he watched her haul back, waiting for the biting sting of stone against his flesh, but instead of hurling it through the bars she smashed it down of the skull of the head torturer, the stone tearing slightly through the hide of the goblin’s helm. The goblin children screamed and Halsin wasted no time in slamming against the steel bars and bringing them crashing down on one of the little goblins. The drow stepped lithely out of the way, pale eyes meeting his as her mouth twitched into a microscopic, lopsided smile and she gave him a small, sharp nod before turning away from him, attention focused solely on the other goblins now scrambling for weapons. 

He couldn’t help but wonder what sort of fool turned their back on a rampaging bear, but that would be a question for future him. The only thing that mattered now was ensuring the alarm wasn’t raised and the entire horde wouldn’t descend on them while they were cornered like rats in the pens. 

The others of her party made quick work of blocking off the only exit, something he now realized had been her plan from the beginning. A stupidly risky plan, considering it left the smallest of their number alone with a furious bear of dubious affiliation, and the vicious beast master and two incensed worgs who had just burst free of their own pen. 

Halsin took a vicious swipe at the beast master, head whipping around when he felt something across his back. It was the drow, leaping over him as she aimed a hand crossbow at the goblin, the bolt piercing their chest as she landed lightly and drove a dagger into the chest of one of the worgs, who sputtered and collapsed. 

Halsin transformed back into a man, watching the back of the drow woman as she yanked her blade from the hide of the worg, breathing heavily. She waited a moment before turning, strange, pale eyes searching for something from beneath furrowed brows. 

Something about them made him linger, something almost familiar. He brushed it off as she wiped off her blade on her thigh and stowed it at her hip. 

“Master Halsin? Of the Emerald Grove?” She asked in the same measured tone as he’d first heard her speak, now recognizing the faint remnants of ilythirii lilting her words. 

“Just Halsin is fine. It would be presumptuous to demand honorifics of those who have just saved my hide,” he said, smiling easily through he watched carefully for any twitch towards the blades at her belt. 

“I’ve been told you’re quite the healer,” she said, looking him up and down as if that alone would be enough to confirm or deny what she’d been told.

“Are you hurt? You reek of blood, child, but I did not see a single blow land on you,” Halsin said, searching her for injuries, hazel eyes sharp.

She shook her head, just as the pale elven man barked out a laugh.

“That would be from the little devotional she paid upstairs,” he replied, mirth clear in the edge to his voice. The drow said nothing, merely stared back at the towering druid. He reached out, laying a hand on her shoulder, unable to ignore the way she flinched back, murmuring a few words to heal her. He furrowed his brow, trying to work out what the elf had meant.

She was indeed wounded, great lacerations ripped across her back as if she’d been lashed most ruthlessly. He let his healing magic seep into her skin, let it knit back together, nearly as good as new. There would remain scars, for the deeper wounds, at least. Sometimes it was beyond prevention. Still, something else tugged at his magic, something behind her eye.

He felt his stomach swoop nauseatingly. Another tadpole.

“Oakfather preserve you, child,” he said as he drew back, pity furrowing his brows. Her mouth thinned at his expression. She huffed out a humorless laugh.

“You can’t remove it then. The tadpole.”

He shook his head. “So you’re aware of it, how strange. I cannot, not without killing you. There is strange magic preventing its extraction, stranger still than what’s keeping it in stasis. I believe there may be a cure at Moonrise Tower. That is where the other infected go, and those that are to be infected.”

“Moonrise Tower?”

“Deep in the Shadow-Cursed lands.”

“Of course it is,” she spat dully, turning on her heel towards the exit. 

“I could—I could aid you in your journey there. If I knew the Grove to be safe from the like of this scourge. The leader’s need to die and then the goblin forces will fall with them. The Priestess Gut, the hobgoblin Ragzlin, and the drow Minthara.”

She stared at him for a long moment, face unreadable. 

“You wish for me to kill a drow?” She asked, letting the question hang for an uncomfortable moment before the ghost of a smile tugged at her lips. “Alright, get out of here, we’ll handle it.”

“I won’t leave until they’re dead.”

“Suit yourself, big man,” she said, striding back over to the rest of her companions. The pale elven man glared at her, nose scrunched up in anger. 

“You better have a plan,” he snarled.

“Course I do,” she replied, unbothered by his fury. In fact, she seemed almost bored by it. 

Maybe she was.

He watched them disappear back through the door to the rest of the temple, hoping that they just might mange it.

~~~

Lythra hated being in the pens, the scent of damp, of rot and blood—it was as if she were small again, locked once again in the cell that served as her room. She needed to leave, to get away from the cells, the chains—all of it was too familiar. She could practically hear her mother’s voice, her sharp reproach that always came before a blow.

If she hadn’t been ready to kill the leaders before, the thought of her mother certainly was enough to get her there. Five years wasn’t enough to dull any of her rage or hatred, though she wasn’t sure there would ever be time enough for that.

The shadows within her screeched and clawed at the bindings she held them in, desperate for release, to be used. It would make everything easier, she knew, but she couldn’t, not after what happened the last time.

Especially after what happened the last time. 

She’d thought the pain of the lashing would settle her, but if anything, it had done the opposite. 

Astarion grabbed Lythra’s wrist the moment they stepped from the worg pens and the door shut behind them. She fought the urge to hiss at him and break away. After all, he held it firmly, but not so much to make it bruise, to leave a mark. 

“Are you quite insane? Look, we found the damn druid, and now that we know he can’t do anything about these brainworms, I say we cut our losses and see what this Moonrise Towers has to offer.”

He was furious, as she expected him to be. As he usually was, whenever they decided to help someone. She couldn’t blame him—not exactly. Still, they seemed to have an understanding—or at least they were usually able to reach one easily enough. 

“And just leave all the goblins to massacre the refugees and the Grove?” She deadpanned, raising an eyebrow. 

“Why do you insist on helping every wayward wretch we com across? It’s not as if we have time to waste, what with the tadpole burrowing into our brains!”

“Because they need it, and we can,” Lythra said evenly, twisting her wrist from his grasp.

“What sort of reason is that?” he snarled back.

“What more of a reason do you need?”

“I didn’t sign up to play a pompous hero, you know—“

“I’m killing the bastards. You can either help or go back to camp, I don’t care which,” she rebutted sharply, eyes flashing as she turned to look at him.

He glared at her for a long moment before shaking his head, giving in a long suffering sigh. “Fine. Let’s go kill the damn drow.”

She smiled at that and gave him a nod. His gaze lingered on hers for a moment longer before he too nodded, pulling out his long, wicked daggers. 

~~~

Halsin glanced up as the doors burst open, already calling forth his wild shape. But instead of horde of ravenous goblins he saw the same motley crew as before, lead by the little drow, who looked as though she’d bathed in blood. The others hardly looked better, the pale elven man shooting murderous looks at his leader from behind her back as he limped behind. 

“They’re dead, as is most of the camp,” she said evenly, surveying him in a careful, guarded fashion. 

“Truly?” He asked. She nodded.

“So much for ‘taking the sneaky approach,’” the elf sniped. The drow simply ignored him.

“Praise Silvanus! No—praise you, for I wasn’t sure it possible. Now the Grove will finally be safe.”

Halsin stepped forward, hands already gleaming with healing energy. Each of the adventurers sigh in relief, straightening up, all except the drow, who actually stepped backwards slightly, not that the distance prevented his healing word from doing its work. 

“Will you tell us what you know of Moonrise, now?” She asked, pale eyes locked on his face. 

“I—of course. Meet me in the Grove and I will tell you all I know.”

She stared at him a moment before nodded, eyes searching his face for something he wasn’t sure if she found. 

~~~

Lythra refilled her glass of wine, surveying the party around her—she’d never been to a party before. Certainly not back in Menzoberranzan and never on the surface.

Still, they’d managed to save someone. A few someones, including the tieflings. 

She glanced over to the far side of camp where the druid stood alone. He’d stood apart since he joined them, as if unable to join in the revelry. He’d washed the dirt and grime from himself, healed the remaining bruises that had lingered across his skin the last time she’d seen him, but his gaze was still haunted. 

That, at least, she could recognize. 

She grabbed another glass of wine and crossed the camp

“You alright?” She asked, offering him the glass.

“Oh, none for me, thank you. Goes straight to my head. Before you know it I’ll be singing or professing my love to the first person I laid eyes on,” he said with a laugh. She surveyed him a second before nodding and pouring the wine into her own glass and discarding the spare on a stump. 

“You didn’t answer my question,” she said. He smiled in a way she knew meant he hadn’t meant to, unless she cornered him into it. 

“How could I not be, now that I’m free of that wretched dungeon? I am very much in your debt, and yet, I realize you still haven’t told me your name,” he replied, the picture of jovial gratefulness, but there was still a stiffness to his posture, a wariness in the way his hazel eyes pierced her. 

She didn’t blame him—he knew what she was, after all. A szarkai. Or at least, he enough to know she was dangerous, that she shouldn’t be trusted. 

None of them knew just how much.

She paused a moment before nodding. “It’s Lythra.”

“Huh,” he mused, expression peculiar. “An unexpected delight.”

She furrowed her brow. It was an odd, inaccurate thing to say, but then he was an odd man—far too open and forthcoming and entirely too trusting—she doubted he’d have ended up in that cell otherwise. 

“I didn’t mean to offend, I assure you—“

“You didn’t offend me. Just, no one has ever called me a delight before,” she replied quickly, forcing a smile, enough to diffuse the situation. He laughed, the sound deep and earthy. 

“Perhaps you need to rescue more old druids from goblins, then,” he jested. She huffed a laugh, shaking her head. She didn’t want to think about the cells any longer, didn’t want them to warp and twist with the restraints of her memory. She took another sip of her wine, wishing for something stronger.

“Perhaps,” she replied. “I—I’m glad we were able to free you. I am sorry we hadn’t managed it sooner.”

“I am thankful you managed it at all.”

“What do you think awaits us in Moonrise? And what exactly is the Shadow Curse—“

“Such dreary topics are for the morning light. Enjoy the party, we will discuss it all tomorrow.”

She opened her mouth to argue, but then shut it and nodded, wishing him a pleasant remainder of his evening before slipping over to where Astarion stood in front of his tent, glowering at the dancers around the fire. 

A small part of her wished to join them.

“Have you tired of the others already?” he asked, not looking at her. 

“I don’t think I’m one for parties,” she replied quietly. She didn’t know if it was really true, she just knew she felt out of place. He scoffed.

“You could hardly call this a party. A half tone-deaf bard and vinegar for wine? Please!”

“The wine’s not bad.”

“That’s because you like swill, my dear,” he shot back haughtily, though there was a slight smile curving his lips. She huffed a laugh, knocking back the rest of her glass. 

He made a face. “Well, some of us have standards.”

She took the bottle of red from his hand and took a sip—it was rich and dry, much better than whatever she had been drinking.  He stared at her face, watching her reaction, eyes slightly narrowed.

“See what I mean? Awful.”

She shook her head at his theatrics. She was rather sure he preferred having an audience to the complaining itself most times. 

“All I want is a little fun,” he continued, swiping the wine back. “Is that too much to ask?”

“Killing goblins was fun,” she replied, finishing off her cup of wine. Or if it wasn’t fun, it had sated something in her, at least for now. Astarion laughed.

“You would say that, you vicious thing. So, what happens next?”

“Well, Halsin said he would tell us what he knows of Moonrise and the Shadow Curse tomorrow, so I think we should wait until we hear what we’re up against before making any real plans—“

“By the Hells. I meant sex, my dear. A night of passion.”

Lythra could feel herself flush to the tips of her ears, freezing for a moment. Did—did he mean with her? Surely not, she was off-putting and utterly unalluring. Not to mention she hadn’t the faintest experience in that department. He made jokes, sure—but that’s all they were. 

No, surely he was talking about Wyll or perhaps even Gale. They were both refined and scholarly, after all. He was just telling her because they were friends. Were they friends? They must be, or whatever passed. That was it. Astarion was just about the most beautiful person she’d ever seen, he would never—

He gently took hold of her chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze as he traced her lower lip with his thumb. A rush of heat filled her, a sudden electric sort of anxiety—or was anticipation closer to the truth?

“Still so shy. Don’t worry, darling, we’ll wait until the others fall asleep. What do you say?”

“I—“ she started, stumbling over her words. “Are you—are you sure? I mean, are you sure you mean me?”

He laughed at her. She dropped her gaze to the ground to hide her mortification. 

“Of course I’m sure, who else would I mean? Besides, I know you like me too. I could feel your little shakes of excitement as I was getting lost in your neck.”

Had she? She’d been so concerned with pushing him off before he dried her. 

Most of the time she thought he hated her, with how much he liked to argue with her, second guess her decisions whenever they involved helping anyone else. Still, they both always seemed to gravitate towards each other, perhaps because they were both such stupendously broken creatures, because neither was capable of real trust—they understood each other, at least. 

Was it because of today, about what he’d learn—was it because she was a mean little drow? Or was it because of what had happened with the priest. He’d looked hungry, then, but there had been something else in his gaze, something that she didn’t quite understand. 

“So? What do you say?” He asked, voice nearly a purr. She just nodded, not trusting herself to speak. Why should she say no, when chances were she had perhaps weeks to live? She might as well try and fit in a few life experiences before turning into a soulless mindflayer. She was nearly sure this wasn’t a scam to lure her into the forest and kill her, and it wasn’t like it meant anything. 

A life experience, she told herself, while she still had one.

[gywin97]

I’ve been re-reading some of my favourite HP fics as I wait for HL to come out, and I love how you can tell which house the author is in based on how they’re ‘fix-it’ fic goes:

Gryffindor

-          Massive, Avengers-style epic final showdown between Voldie and Harry

-          Golden Trio + Neville

-          “Harry no-” “Harry YES!”

-          Harry Potter / Ron Weasley have absolutely zero impulse control and it’s giving Hermione high blood pressure

-          Weasley Twins! Weasley Twins!

-          The Order is like 60% Weasley it’s basically gingers against fascism

-          Dumbledore is powerful but angry Minera McGonagall is terrifying

-          Sirius Black has more than five minutes of screentime.  

-          Remus Lupin is the one responsible adult in the room

-          “There’s no need to call me Sir, professor.”

-          Slytherins are all baddies, no redemption arc for you

-          Umbridge get’s GOT

-          *Draco makes a Weasel joke at Ron* Hermione: “You were literally a ferret.”

Ravenclaw

-          Harry visits the library and learns more spells than goddamn ‘expelliarmus’

-          Sassy!Harry, Smart!Harry,

-          The fuck kinda school is this??!?!

o   *See’s moving staircases* Really, right in front of my OSHA regulations?

o   So they’re really just letting anyone teach DADA, huh?

o   Susan Bones / Kingsley Shacklebolt shows up and lays down the law

-          Callouts for every plothole, and I mean EVERY plothole.

-          Someone notices the SOUL FRAGMENT living in Harry’s forehead

o   “Harry Potter must die” “Ok but have you tried literally anything else???”

-          Using magical gadgets (Time Turners, Sneakoscope, etc) and the Room of Requirement

-          Actual pagan rituals sprinkled in for flavor (Samhain, Yule, etc)

-          Witch  Wizard Wixen

Hufflepuff

-          Everyone lives / nobody dies, Happy Endings, Found Family

-          Characters actually sit down and deal with their TRUMA

-          “My cupboard-” “Your what?”

-          Harry is a sweetheart, polite to everyone

o   This includes Filch / House Elves / Goblins

o   no one can say no to his big green puppy eyes, sorry that’s illegal.

o   Snape/Minerva see’s Lily’s eyes and have emotions

-          Someone (Often Pomfrey) notices Harry’s abuse and takes action.

o   *Smacking Dumbledunce with a rolled-up newspaper* What! Were! You! Thinking!?

o   Harry gets adopted, and his new guardians are outside the Dursley’s house holding baseball bats.

-          You get a redemption arc, you get a redemption arc, EVERYBODY GETS REDEMPTION ARCS!!

Slytherin

-          Harry is a Slytherin / befriends Slytherins.

o   “Slytherin will never accept Harry Potter!” *Ten minutes later* “We’ve only had Harry Potter for a day and a half but if anything happened to him we’d kill everyone in this room and then the Dark Lord.”

o   Slytherin kids get personalities besides ‘mean’ and ‘henchmen’

o   Blasie Zabini is always a slut. I don’t know why this is universal, but it just is.

o   Theo Nott is always the nerd.

-          “So are we just gonna just not talk about the Chamber of Secrets or…?”

-          Fuck this, Fuck the Ministry, Fuck the Wizengamot, here’s 60 reasons why

-          BAMF Narcissa Malfoy

-          Harry gets a pet snake and regularly speaks Parseltongue

-          Severitus or Mentor!Snape:

o   Severus Snape hates James Potter but he hates child abuse more

o   “So I live with my aunt Petunia-” “Tunie?!?!”

o   The Eyebrow of Doom

o   Harry learning more about his mum than her eye color

-          Severus Snape ends up with a small pack of children following him around and he’s not sure how that happened but Merlin help anyone who fucks with them

-          Dumbledore call-out

-          It’s not dark or light magic, it’s just magic

[notasilentk]

An Open Letter to Guillermo Del Toro With Regards to his Life-Like Statue of Mary Shelley

Or: A Modern Frankenstein

(Image from Guillermo Del Toro’s Twitter post wishing Mary Shelley a happy birthday.)

First off, hi there, Mr. Del Toro—love your work.

Secondly, what the hell, man? That’s—that’s just something you have?! In your home?? A life-size statue of Mary Shelley sitting at a writing desk looking mildly alarmed—as if Lord Byron just said the stupidest shit she ever heard or as if she just had the thought, “Oh you know what would be really fucked up?” and then decided to write it down. (Please excuse my run on sentences, it’s a terminal condition for which I have found no treatment.) I didn’t know you could just have things like that in your home! Granted I live in a small-ish apartment in the valley and so my imagination and vision is somewhat constrained by square footage and also my meager earnings as a currently out of work tv assistant moonlighting as a part-time bookseller. However, I acknowledge this is no excuse. Imagination is not hampered by constraints, but freed by it. She’s a wily fucking octopus problem solving the hell out of her cage and squeezing through the smallest of holes to exert her will and get her prize (delicious fish in other tanks at the aquarium).

Wait, where was I?

Oh yeah. Your Bleak House is magnificent. I’ve scoured over the photos I’ve found online. I must confess in so many ways I still feel like an entry level student to horror. I haven’t even seen all of your movies yet, Mr. Del Toro. I am working on it, though—so please excuse this easily distractible magpie mind of mine. I tend to flit and flop and flip between subjects at the random behest of whatever goblin is in control of my brain that week, day, hour, minute, etc. 

I think Crimson Peak is underrated though. I just wanted you to know—I really liked it. I wasn’t even supposed to see it the night that I saw it first. We were supposed to go to a haunted house attraction, but that didn’t work out and we ended up at the movie theater. I insisted on seeing a horror movie as a consolation prize for being deprived of my haunted house. What luck that it should be your film that was playing on that warm Arizona October night. 

So like. 

What are you gonna do with Mary Shelley when you die? 

Could I have her? Do you ever scooch her over and write at the desk she’s at? Do you talk out story ideas with her ever? I feel like I would, if I had a life size statue of a famous writer in my house. You have a lot of statues and figures and models—I imagine you talk to all of them in the fashion of how people converse with their pets or their plants. Or I could projecting—I don’t know you, even if you’ve shared so much of yourself with all of us.

But when I mean “Can I have Mary Shelley when you’re done with her?” I don’t mean personally—though I wouldn’t be so rude to turn down a personal gift.

I mean—could we have Bleak House? Los Angeles? The cinephiles? The apostles of the strange? You’ve opened it before—would you open it again for fans of horror and science fiction and fantasy to peruse your vast collection? Would you haunt its walls—if you had the chance? Where will you go, when you leave us, Mr. Del Toro? And what will you leave us, your fellow children of the macabre, raised on your ghost stories and tales of terror? You owe us nothing, of course. But we will take it all like vultures at the kill, thus is the way we treat our idols.

I have to confess—I was angry when I read Frankenstein that first time. I didn’t like it. 

Hear me out.

It was Ms. Yip’s sophomore language arts honors class. We had to do a book club, split into various small groups based on the book we chose to read from a curated list. I picked Frankenstein. I had just recently been introduced to Edgar Allen Poe by my creative writing teacher, Mr. Sable, and Frankenstein felt like a natural continuation of that line of instruction. Besides, I had always been interested in the spooky and the creepy and the macabre. Feed a child on a steady diet of Scooby Doo re-runs and tattered Goosebumps books and you are liable to produce a kid as obsessed with Halloween as I was—still am. 

So I picked Frankenstein and then I didn’t read it. I was busy. I had other things to do. I was a teenager and this was homework and I was always a fast reader anyway—“I’ll get it later, it’s fine,” I insisted. But then one day it was Sunday and our book club homework reading was due that Monday and I hadn’t read Frankenstein. Hadn’t cracked the spine, even. Oops. 

There was a little room, a bit of a nook—bit of a crawlspace with carpet and a light—above the stairs in my home. You had to use a ladder to get up into it. It was my library, where I kept all my childhood books and my growing manga collection. It was still kinda too warm to be up there—it didn’t get good air flow and the meager fan that fit up there did few favors against the unrelenting and indomitable Arizona summer that stretched long into what people insisted was “autumn.” Determined to knock this book out, though, I piled into the library and lounged across the pillows and ignored that it was just this side of too stuffy and settled into read a Great Horror Novel.

I had no appreciation for it. I was shocked and dismayed that the monster was neither green nor had little bolts in his neck to hook up to the lightning harnessing machine. At this point in my life I was mostly familiar with Frankenstein from this one movie called Alvin and the Chipmunks meet Frankenstein (I preferred the one where they met the Wolfman—I rewatched that one all the time as a kid) and also Mel Brook’s Young Frankenstein, which I watched on a fancy charter bus during either a school field trip or a Girl Scout’s trip—can’t remember which, but I do remember thinking, “I don’t know if this is technically age appropriate for us, but it rules.”

Also, this was homework and I resented doing homework. The book was nothing like I expected. Its language felt tedious to me, as did the language of all the books I had to read for class back then. Maybe that’s what drew me to poetry back then. All the poets seemed so much easier to understand. Contradictory maybe, but whatever I contain multitudes. Mostly I admit I was just a stupid teenager grabbing at whatever rebellion I safely could and rejecting the classics as stuffy and pretentious and difficult felt both safe and righteous. I was starved for rebellion, you see.

So I barreled through Frankenstein. And I got it. Victor was the monster, not the Creature. Nature vs nurture and all that. With great resentment I read the foundational text of science fiction and a seminal piece in horror as quickly as I could so I could go back to watching episodes of Doctor Who (New Who) and Buffy the Vampire Slayer—completely obtuse to the fact that both of these cheesy, emotional, thrilling, and delightful shows owe everything to Mary. I owed everything to Mary and I was too much of a spoiled child to even pay attention properly and appreciate that. But I finished the damn book.

I came in on Monday and discussed Frankenstein with my fellow students in our small group. It became apparent that not all of us had really read our books and we all kept that secret as much as we could. Ms. Yip didn’t even ask us that many questions about our books. There was no essay. There was no test. And I walked out of fourth period, off to lunch, with that knot of resentment growing in my stomach. I wasted a Sunday for nothing! I read Frankenstein for nothing!

I shelved my Penguin Classics copy with the boring brown cover and moved on with my life.

But Frankenstein stuck with me. It popped up, every now and then in my life. I stuck on allusions to it. I found quotes I recognized referenced on various blogs. I thought about it more and more. It haunted me.

I thought about this one quote in particular, which is not actually from the novel but from the 1994 film (though it certainly sums up what Mary was getting at and is so often misattributed to the novel that you must forgive me for being mistaken when I was saw it repeated online so much): “I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.” I was confused and angry all the time as a teenager. I was also infuriatingly idealistic. If I had been less idealistic, maybe I would have been less angry. Less furious with the world I was growing into and at myself for all my perceived faults and imperfections. I wanted to burn the world to the ground when I was young. I wanted to love the ashes.  

And I thought about Frankenstein more and more, as the months dragged on. Tenth grade turned to eleventh turned to twelfth turned to graduation and college and the world got bigger and bigger and scarier and scarier. All the while, the Creature and Victor lurked at the back of my mind. Mary lurked at the back of mind. I remember being 18 and 19 and thinking “I am as old as Mary was when she wrote that book I didn’t even want to read once I started reading it. I am as old as Mary was when she invented science fiction. What have I done? I haven’t even been cool enough to lose my virginity in a graveyard.” (My mother is, thankfully, still alive so I didn’t have the option of losing my virginity at her tombstone, I would’ve had to settle for a stranger’s grave.) I was a very regular 19-year-old of the American 21st century. It was the mid 2010s. Mostly, I made goofy short films and incomplete attempts at novels. I listened to Taylor Swift’s new pop album (I don’t know if Mary Shelley would have cared for her music) and mourned that My Chemical Romance had broken up (I think Mary Shelley would have liked them). To my great dismay I was lucky enough to be a perfectly ordinary teenager, Mr. Del Toro. I didn’t change the world, like Mary Shelley had. I just lived in it.

Anyway, I came to understand I was Victor and I was the Creature. I am the monster I make of myself. I am an experiment of my own design. We are all cobbling together the most ideal parts we can find in the wild and fitting them into ourselves to be better—whatever better is supposed to mean. We are all struggling to come to grips with the grotesque things in ourselves—out of shame, out of fear, out of guilt. 

We are all begging to be loved.

Once upon a time, I hated Frankenstein. I learned to love it. (I think love is a learned thing sometimes, don’t you? It is at once instinctual and a discipline.) Victor’s fault is often said to be that he could not learn to love unconditionally. He rejected his own Creature out of fear and people died for it. We all side with the monster now, don’t we? In the end the Creature won the PR battle. 

I wonder sometimes, about forgiving Victor for his sins. I wonder sometimes, about condemning the Creature for his wrath. Did he take it all too far? Pick the “he” you think I’m referring to. I think they both fucked up. I think that’s the point of it all. I think Mary looked at the world that made her, at the people that made her, and I think she was furious with them. (She dedicated Frankenstein to her father—TO HER FATHER, MR. DEL TORO.) Mary Shelley was a teenage girl—how could she not be furious? She was an octopus confined in a tank.

Do you think Mary Shelley ever got to see a live octopus? I hope she did. Everyone should behold an octopus at some point.

Hey Mr. Del Toro, do you think I could I forgive myself, for the monster I made of me? Should I? Do I need to? 

One last question:

Did Mary Shelley know that she would become Prometheus to us, Mr. Del Toro? 

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[dandelionfairywish]

monster Squad

Everything monsters

1 .viki dramas and movies  

2. Netflix original dramas and movies 

3.  viki take of dramas and movie sometimes without warning and you might not see them depending on where you live  so   enjoy while you can and I'm going to keep them on the list if they do get removie because sometimes they put them back on.

My Love from the Star.

Blood

Tale of the Nine-Tailed

Orange Marmalade

I Cannot Hug You

Zombie Detective

Love Between Fairy and Devil

Doom at Your Service

Happiness

Kiss Goblin

Kissable Lips

The Sweet Blood

My Amazing Boyfriend My Amazing Boyfriend Season 2 Rattan Ghost Doctor Oh My Ghost Bring It On, Ghost The Legend of the Blue Sea 49 Days With a Merman The Witch's Diner The Master's Sun Witch's Love

Sell Your Haunted House

The Witch Store

The Witch Store Reopening

Mirror of the Witch

My Chilling Roommate

The Untamed

Goblin

Hotel del Luna

Ashes of Love

Wu Xin: The Monster Killer

Eternal Love

Ancient Love Poetry

The Blue Whisper

My Girlfriend Is an Alien

My Girlfriend Is an Alien Season 2

Meant to Be

Angel's Last Mission: Love

Bride of the Century

From Now On, Showtime!

The Great Shaman Ga Doo Shim

Half Bright and Half Rain

The Bride of Habaek

The Psychic Duo

Hi! School - Love On

Moonshine and Valentine

The Legends

Lovely Horribly

Missing: The Other Side

Black Knight: The Man Who Guards Me

Love and Destiny

Miss the Dragon

Scripting Your Destiny

My Dear Brothers

Lovers of the Red Sky

Legend of Fu Yao

Immortal Samsara

Phantom School

Aono-kun ni Sawaritai kara Shinitai

Nana's Game

Romantic Warriors

Eien no Kinou

The Silence of the Monster

The Fox Fairy

My Fantastic Mrs Right

I'm a Pet At Dali Temple

Be My Cat

My Girlfriend Is a Gumiho

My Husky Boyfriend

Meow, the Secret Boy

My Roommate Is a Gumiho

Legend of Nine Tails Fox

The Legend of White Snake

Fox in the Screen

Kokdu: Season of Deity

Three-Body

76 Horror Bookstore

Twelve Legends

The Investiture of the Gods

The Great Ruler

Mirror: A Tale of Twin Cities

Novoland: Pearl Eclipse

Ice Fantasy

Ms. Cupid in Love

Love and Redemption

Ever Night

Ever Night Season 2

The Ghost Bride

A Korean Odyssey

The Uncanny Counter

The Uncanny Counter Season 2

Mystic Pop-Up Bar

The Devil Punisher

School Tales the Series

Sweet Home

All of Us Are Dead

Kingdom

Alchemy of Souls

Alchemy of Souls Season 2: Light and Shadow

Arthdal Chronicles Part 1: The Children of Prophecy

Arthdal Chronicles Part 2: The Sky Turning Inside Out, Rising Land

Arthdal Chronicles Part 3: The Prelude to All Legends

The Starry Love

Warm on a Cold Night

Deep Sea Mutant Snake

Golden Spider City

 Immortal Vampire

The Starry Night, the Starry Sea 

[loominggaia]

A preview for a huge upcoming article about Evangelite fashions! We're starting with slaves, because they make up the foundation of this entire kingdom and it could not even exist without them.

Lore under cut:

FIELD SLAVE

Location: Greenhearst

Slaves are the backbone of Evangeline Kingdom’s economy. The entire kingdom would crumble if not for their hard, unpaid labor. The Field Slave works exclusively outdoors, tending to his master’s crops and animals. When the sun goes down, he is locked in a barn until morning to prevent his escape. He is not even allowed to set foot in his master’s house, for he is considered too filthy from all his time outdoors.

This particular Field Slave is a goblin, a species with naturally bald heads. He wears a cloth rag wrapped around his head to protect it from the sun and keep it warm in the cold. What little clothes he owns are tattered and grungy. His master agreed to buy him just one pair of shoes per year, and since they have already worn out, the Field Slave wraps leather strips around his feet until he is given new ones. He works shirtless as often as possible so that he does not wear out his shirts and coats too fast. Like all Evangelite slaves, he wears iron cuffs around his wrists, which block him from using magic. Slave masters sometimes put iron collars on their slaves as well, as an extra security measure in case they must be restrained. The fact that this Field Slave has a collar is a sign that he likely tried to run away or attack his master at some point.

Evangelite Field Slaves are cheap and expendable in the eyes of their masters. Not much money or care is given to their well-beings, and this is very apparent from the crude scraps of clothing they wear.

HOUSE SLAVE

Location: Queenswater

Unlike the Field Slave, the House Slave works almost exclusively indoors. They are almost always female fae, who are considered less threatening and more docile than males or gaians of any sex. Male House Slaves are usually young children or elderly. House Slaves interact with their master’s family on a much more personal level than Field Slaves, so they are usually given nicer clothing to keep them looking clean and presentable. This clothing is typically dull in color and drab in style, and its quality is rarely as nice as what their masters wear.

This House Slave is wearing her hair in a braid with a cloth rag wrapped around her head, ensuring that her hair does not fall into the food she prepares for her masters. Her striped brown dress is pleasant to look at, but drab enough that she does not stand out. Her dull green overdress keeps her warm and has pockets for utility. She wears an apron over that, which keeps her clothes from getting dirty too fast and gives her something to wipe her hands on. The style of her outfit does not show much skin, with the idea that the men of the house will not be tempted with lustful feelings towards her. Even her ankles are covered by leggings. She is not permitted to wear makeup or jewelry of any kind. The only "bracelets" she wears are her iron wristcuffs, which block any spells she may try to use.

Though her living conditions are better than the Field Slaves, the indoor candlelight means she can (and does) work longer hours than they do. Her responsibilities are many, including cleaning, cooking, looking after her master’s children and pets, and even helping her masters with personal matters like dressing and grooming. She must do all of this while looking and behaving presentably at all times.

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Kaisina Sunblade

The Basics ––– –

Name: Kaisina Sunblade

Nickname(s): Kai

Age: Adult

Birthday: July 19th

Race: Half Sin’dorei/Half Human

Gender:  Female

Marital Status: Single

Physical Appearance ––– –

Hair: Dirty Blonde

Eyes:  Emerald Green with hints of gold.

Height: 5'11

Build: Athletic, Slim

Distinguishing Marks:  Scaring on both of her arms, from what appears to be burn marks. A scar runs across from just under her rib cage on the left side, to her hip on the right side.

Tattoos: A single rose with thorns that wrap around her upper left arm in honor of her mother. A wolf in the center of her lower back

Piercings: Ears | Navel |

Common Accessories:  A dagger she keeps hidden and always on her, a gift given to her by her mother. A small pistol, that once belonged to her mother.

Likeness:  Candice Accola

Personal Information––– –

Profession: Owner of The Broken Anvil Bar & Tavern in Ratchet, Weapon Smith & Blacksmith

Hobbies:  Dancing | Camping | Sparing | Cooking and Baking | Painting | Reading | Hiking |

Languages: Orcish, Common, Thalassian, Zandali, Goblin

Residence: Ratchet - Apartment above her bar. Small house in Booty Bay.

Birthplace: Booty Bay

Religion:  None

Patron Deity:  None

Fears: Her father finally finds her | Intimacy to an extent |

Relationships ––– -

Spouse:  None

Children: None

Parents:  Courtney Thorne (Deceased) and Tireis Sunblade (Alive)

Siblings:  None

Other Relatives: None she knows about

Pets: A cat that she found as a kitten named Nugget

Sex & Romance ––– -

Sexual Orientation: Stright

Preferred Emotional Role: Unknown (She's not had a chance to explore this side of her life due to her fears.)

Preferred Sexual Role: Same as above

Libido:  Medium - (If she can find the right person, it might change.)

Turn-ons: Intelligence, confidence, patience, kindness, gentleness, adventurousness, loves to eat just as much as she does, willingness to try anything once

Turn-offs: Poor hygiene, overly shy, jealousy

Love Language:  Physical touch and quality time

Relationship Tendencies: Due to her past, it might take a bit of work to get her fully out of her shell. She loves physical touch and tenderness, once she trusts a person enough. She loves to explore her partner's body.

Traits ––– -

* Bold your character’s answer.

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close-Minded/In Between/ Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between /  Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Additional information ––– –

Smoking Habit: Rarely

Drugs: Rarely

Alcohol: Socially

RP Hooks ––– –

Bar/Tavern - After finally being able to get away from her father, Kai found herself in Ratchet. There she worked at the local Bar/Tavern as a cook and bartender. Now years later she has taken over ownership of the Bar/Tavern, and given it a new name The Broken Anvil

Blacksmithing/Weapon Smith- She enjoys working with any ore and over the years has honed her skills in crafting both armor and weapons, though she chooses weapons above armor when it comes to her specialty.

Cooking - She loves cooking and baking. It's one reason she choose to buy and open her own Bar/Tavern

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[wemlygust]

All that, and so many other things, too, like the *house elf heads* on the walls in Grimauld Place. Slave heads. Stuffed and mounted on the walls. While other house elves were expected to work as normal in the same rooms and halls. They probably (definitely) had to dust them. They might have known them when they were alive. ... But naaaah, that's just a little detail to show the house is creepy, let's sweep right past that and focus on how this old slave the young wealthy wizard has inherited and now *owns* - our hero owns a slave now, isn't that normal - is really mean and crotchety and rude and racist.

Be shocked at his disdain for non-wizards and wizards descended from non-wizards! What irrational hatred! Let's all agree how horrible he is for hating some humans, and ignore how horrible it is that he's been sort of indoctrinated into a cult that has him fawning over his slavers. The shocking thing definitely isn't the fact that he likes any humans at all, it's that he hates some of them. How dare he. Right. It's totally fine for all the Good wizards to constantly hate on him, for having formed these opinions while enslaved and treated brutally. If a victim is mean to you, fuck that guy, you don't have to respect him at all, apparently. And the young wealthy wizard obviously can't free him, or do anything to make his life better, or even do the bare fucking minimum of maybe being patient and kind to him? Nothing weird about any of the house elf plots, no sirree. >.> Also. All the good children get to eat literally as much as they want at feast after feast after feast, heaps of dessert (... Made by slaves, but don't think about that), and they will never ever gain weight from it because they are just fundamentally Good, and only Bad and Lazy and Gross people are fat. The only exception is Mrs Weasley, who is only ever called "plump", I'm pretty sure. And then in the last book, there's that whole plot about how goblins have a different idea of ownership than the humans, and our heroes *immediately* work to disregard that, lie to the goblins, and steal from them without any apparent shame. And the unforgivable curses are forgivable now. It's ok because they're Good. Fundamentally.

Badness and Goodness is an inherent quality of a person, and it has nothing to do with their choices and actions, again and again in these books. Even though the Wise wizard tells the young wizard in book 1 that it's a person's choices that matter, there's so much in these books that doesn't match up with that. Also, we should forgive the serial child abuser - in the books, he does everything from threaten to kill a child's pet, to mock a child's appearance while denying her medical aid, to systematically sabotaging a child's grades because he had beef with his dad from when he was like 12 - because he was super, extra, extremely obsessed with a woman. He "loves" her, yet is also willing to torment her son, even worse than he torments all the other children for no reason. He is incapable of healthy grieving and moving on, and nobody ever suggests he do so. He can't be expected to behave like an adult, and all is forgiven because he's a good spy and he "loves" the woman he betrayed and got killed. Definitely don't think about how the Wise wizard let an abusive teacher do whatever he wanted, without any attempt at disciplining the teacher or protecting the students from him, because he was a spy and fundamentally, somehow, good way deep down. Being inherently Good fundamentally deep down in your heart excuses child abuse. Totally.

See Also: the Wise Wizard sending the Young Wizard back to his abusers year after year. Because. His abuser loves him? Really?? Abusers' Love is Magic???? C'mon.

Also, non of the wealthy characters can help the Poor Lovable Wizard Family, because they are just too prideful and would never accept it. Because being poor is shameful, accepting help is shameful, and being poor is totally a moral failing reflective of a failure to bootstrap, a thing to Take Responsibility for, not a symptom of a very broken system that isn't treating people equally. At the end, after beating up the big baddie... the house elves are still slaves. The centaurs and werewolves and goblins are still 2nd class citizens, if even that. Also, wizards can't help muggles with anything, and they have no moral responsibility whatsoever for their decision not to, say, cure cancer patients. Even as they'll do so for magic cancer patients. Because the muggles would "expect us to solve all their problems". They literally just let non-wizards die because they think, idk, that cancer patients dying of cancer aren't worth anything and probably also are failing to bootstrap their way out of having cancer?

Also this same logic justifies the systematic, deliberate, state-sanctioned brainwashing and memory-wiping of non-wizard humans. The ticket-taker at the Quidditch World Cup, for instance? Brainwashed out of his head. Memory wiped. Invasive, cruel, enslavement. He could have been there for weeks, given the unpredictable length of quidditch games. And pretty much nobody bats an eye. The Good wizards are still Good. All of this is funny. Muggles are still treated like that after the "happy" ending of beating up the 1x baddest baddie who could definitely only be defeated by one particular child soldier. Also, canonically, in the happy ending epilogue, Slytherin - the house of 99.9% evil children (supposed exceptions: the creep evil teacher spy (??) and the cowardly power obsessed fame-gatherer), founded by a racist for racists - still exists and still has the same reputation. Don't even get me started on the "love potions". Aka magical roofies. Sanctioned date rape drugs that are arguably worse than any real drug because they make you feel fake love. And that whole scene where a random girl tries to roofie the Boy Wizard Hero, instead roofies the Redheaded Boy Wizard, and it's all played for laughs.

Or the whole story about Evil Wizard's Dad, who was roofied constantly for years and forced into an unwanted marriage. He immediately leaves as soon as he's free of the drugs, leaving the woman he never actually agreed to marry and the child he never actually agreed to have. And the story is presented, at least in the books, as though we should feel sorry for the rapist, not her victim.

He shouldn't have left a kid with her - even if he just took him to an orphanage or something - because that clearly wasn't safe for the kid, but like. He'd been forcibly drugged out of his mind and in sexual enslavement for years, and was suddenly realizing he'd lost all that time, etc, so, he probably wasn't exactly in a great state of mind for remembering/thinking about and acting on things like that. His guilt is negligible compared to hers. Just. A whole bunch of occasions implying that nothing women do can be rape or sexual assault. Which... fits right in with her mystery books with trans villains, written under a pen name that just happpeens to be the name of the man who is credited with inventing conversion therapy. Yup. She got issues. One could go on forever. But I will stop. I don't want to give it too much brainspace anymore.

/I say, clearly giving it too much brainspace TLDR I used to love these books too but yeeeeah there's a lot I didn't really clock when I was younger. There's a lot of bashy and/or AU fanfic that holds up better, at least. It feels especially cathartic to read now when you find a really good one that Rowling would definitely hate.

hindsight

[ID: A two-panel comic with crudely drawn stick figures.

Panel 1: The lime green person is talking to the leaf green person and the moss green person.

Lime: "I... have a confession to make."

Leaf: "Go ahead."

Lime: "I want to rewatch the Wizard Child movies."

Leaf: "Didn't the wizard author get incredibly chromophobic?"

Lime: "Yeah I just... It's nostalgia you know? They meant a lot to me when I was a kid."

Panel 2: The three are on the couch.

Lime: "All right, let's go."

Leaf: "It's so weird how the wizard author just turned chromophobic though. Like I remember this series being pretty good for its time. It'll be weird seeing their work contrasting with their views now."

Moss: "I'm just glad we got the movies for free through normal and legal means. Heh."

End ID.]

[ID 2: Scenes from three Wizard Child movies.

Wizard Child and the Simplistic Morality: A slightly round child with a propeller hat is talking to a child with no hat.

Round child: "I am so fucking fat and greedy I am textually shown to be fat because I am greedy and also evil."

Hatless child: "You are to infer my moral purity from juxtaposition with this fat child. Woe is me for our shared parent has deprived me of a propeller hat."

Wizard Child and the Goodness of Wealth: An adult wizard is talking to the child, who now has a wizard hat.

Wizard Adult: "Wizard child you are secretly extremely rich."

Wizard Child: "I will form biases regarding the bankers all being triangular for some reason!"

Wizard Adult: "Your wealth is deserved because your true parent was Good and therefore you are also Good."

Wizard Child: "Now we should acquire consumer goods. Buy consumer goods!"

Wizard Child and the Dark Family History: A blue-grey horse person is talking to the wizard child.

Blue-grey: "No, wizard child. You don't understand. I am one of the good ones, because unlike the bad ones I don't try to spread my curse that makes you a blue-grey horselike creature to others!"

Wizard child: "Wow uncle blue-grey you are one of the good ones! I forgive you for being a horse because I am so good I would even forgive horses. I sure hope you don't conspicuously get killed off later in this movie!"

End ID 2.]

[ID 3: Oh hell no there are even more of these.

Wizard Youth and the Tokenistic Relationship Dynamics: A square headed wizard youth is talking to the former wizard child, now a wizard youth.

Square Wizard Youth: "Wizard child, as the only person with a square head in this entire series it is my duty to inform you that you are the savior of all people with square heads, too. Let us build a one-sided relationship that only furthers your character development, after which I will immediately lose all plot relevance."

Wizard Youth: "I will do this because I am a maturing wizard youth and need disposable relationships that don't threaten the endgame!"

Wizard Youth and the Escalation of Stakes: The Dark Wizard, a sort of grey-green person with a cloak, is pointing at Wizard Youth.

Dark Wizard: "Wizard Youth, I have returned!"

Wizard Youth: "Dark Wizard! Why are you green now?"

Dark Wizard: "Evil magic made me green! I am green with envy towards all who are good!"

Wizard Youth: "I will not engage with how you are clearly based on fascist ideologies and yet this narrative plays into fascist aesthetic sensibilities!"

Wizard Youth and the Post-Hoc Revelations: The Wizard Youth is leaning over their Wizard Mentor, who is laying in a pool of blood.

Wizard Youth: "Wizard Mentor no! You can't die!"

Wizard Mentor: "It is fine, wizard youth. My death will further your character development into a wizard adult. Also, I was secretly a very very dark purple this entire time. I never brought it up so I could retain narrative approval.

End ID 3.]

[ID 4: Wizard Adult and the Overdue Conclusion. Three panels. I am sorry.

Panel 1: The dark wizard is dueling the Wizard Adult with magic beams.

Dark Wizard: "Evil green beam!"

Wizard Adult: "Good red beam! Despite the enormous variety of magic in this series this is what our final battle looks like!"

Panel 2: Wizard Adult stands victorious over the dark wizard, who is dying on the ground.

Wizard Adult: "In the end, dark wizard, you were defeated because I am morally superior to you."

Dark Wizard: "I was a product of systemic failures. There will be someone like me again someday!"

Panel 3: Zoom in on wizard adult, who says:

"Not if I can help it. Because I am going to be a wizard cop now. The moral of this story is that all systemic issues can be solved by finding a bad guy to beat."

End ID 4.]

[ID 5: Four panels.

Panel 1: Return to the green trio on their couch, watching the TV say "The End." All are are silent.

Panel 2: They are sitting on the couch. Moss is looking at their phone.

Lime: "Yeah so there were maybe a few signs we missed because we were children."

Leaf: "Yeah. A few. Some."

Panel 3: Continue conversation.

Lime: "So what did you think, Moss?"

Panel 4: Zoom in on Moss, who says: "I've been zoned out on my phone since the second movie. They lost me at the magic stuff. Wizards aren't real."

End ID 5.]

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Halloween Vocabulary Words & Phrases

Here is a collection of Halloween vocabulary words for children to teach them what Halloween is all about.

40 Halloween Vocabulary Words and Phrases:

1. All Hallows Eve — All Hallows’ Eve is the traditional name for Halloween, which is celebrated on October 31st each year.

2. Apparition — the spirit of a dead person appearing in a form that can be seen

3. Autumn — the season of the year between summer and winter

4. Banshee — a female spirit in traditional Irish stories whose crying sound tells you that someone in your family is going to die

5. Black cat — According to folklore, black cats are said to have supernatural powers, and witches often keep them as pets.

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6. Bloodcurdling

7. Bogeyman

8. Boo

9. Broomstick

10. Casket

11. Cauldron — A cauldron is a very large, round metal pot used for cooking over a fire. In stories and fairy tales, a cauldron is used by witches for their spells.

12. Cemetery

13. Cloak

14. Coffin

15. Corpse

16. Creepy

17. Demon

18. Disguise

19. Eerie

20. Fangs — Fangs are the two long, sharp, upper teeth that some animals have.

21. Fiend

22. Ghostly

23. Ghoul

24. Goblin

25. Graveyard

26. Howl

27. Jack-o’-lantern — a light made from a hollow pumpkin with holes cut into the sides like the eyes and mouth of a person’s face, inside which there is a candle

28. Mummy

29. Nightmare

30. Phantom

31. Pumpkin

32. Scythe

33. Skeleton

34. Trick or treat — Trick or treat is an activity in which children knock on the doors of houses at Halloween and shout ‘trick or treat’. If the person who answers the door does not give the children a treat, such as sweets or candy, they play a trick on him or her.

35. Wand

36. Warlock

37. Werewolf

38. Witch