#they slayed in almost every performance

[luci-hemwin-evanson]

I was rewatching Soy Luna performances and

The outfits kinda slay (not all of them, most of them suck tbh)

Not all... But some where surprisingly advanced for the time

Like the metallic, sequins, fishnet outfits

[cutetanuki-chan]

sometimes I see people being confused where alectostasia ship came from so here's a little bit of run down

I'm not really good with words so it might be clunky

what we know from the text

Anastasia tries to achieve 'perfect lyctorhood', something goes wrong during her ascension, John kills Samael, Anastasia fails her attempt

Anastasia moves to the ninth, continues working on the house or only founding it at that time

John asks Anastasia to help build the tomb 'I built that tomb with Anastasia, designed every inch of it.'

somewhere between working on it and Alecto's entombment, Alecto and Anastasia make a vow where Alecto basically swears as a cavalier to her 'Alecto said, I remember my vows. As I swore to Anastasia I swear to you. I am in your service until you bid me the favour, and whatsoever you appoint I shall perform, and consider the vow rendered. This is what I promised, until such a time as you deal with me as you see fit.'

as John leading Alecto to the tomb, she asks to see Anastasia 'She had said, There are almost no beautiful things left. Where is Anastasia? Let me talk to Anastasia.'

presumable Anastasia is the one to inflict to the ninth house importance of keeping her bloodline and worshiping of the tomb through all of those years

Anastasia's bones are in the tomb 'She looked back beyond, and she saw Anastasia, tucked where nobody would find her: Anastasia, all bones. Not really Anastasia. But Anastasia’s body without the meat on it, snuggled right into the curve of the rock, ready to close the door whenever it was opened. She remembered Anastasia.'

Alecto immediately getting chill after tasting Harrow's blood 'The child was silent; but her blood was on Alecto’s lips, and through that blood Alecto was made to understand what it was, and was astonished exceedingly. Alecto put away wrath and said: Thou art the blood of the tomb-keeper.'

Alecto saying sorry for Samael

the implications

the vow on itself is very interesting, at first we all know how usually normal cavalier and necromancer relationships are. then for Alecto to comply to that, indicates she should be pretty trusting of Anastasia, and their relationships at least somehow better than with other lyctors who were terrified of her

then there's also the tombkeeper blood thing, what serves as a check note for Alecto after waking up, and means the initial purpose of the ninth house was actually waiting for rock to roll away

and one part of the vow seems to imply 'if anyone beside a tombkeeper wake you, slay them as they came to hurt you', as could hinted on a protection from other lyctors who wanted to kill Alecto? (Then Alecto remembered the vow, and turned back upon the altar to face the second child and raised the sword with wrath in her heart, for they meant to bring destruction upon her.)

then the matter of Anastasia's bones laying in the tomb next to the rock. not sure if it's just her skeleton or she made herself a some construct mechanism from her bones. and not clear if she got entombed on her own volition or John closed them both there, but being entombed together five feet apart cause we are not gay

there's also some oddness in Alecto immediately after waking saying she's sorry for Samael, but I won't go into that here, anyway Anastasia was trying to find a better way to lyctorhood and I think in her more close relationships with Alecto she figured out something that John wasn't telling them, before or after her ascension

and some theories

I think I first heard this theory from @/mayasaura, that ninth house tradition of telling secrets while submerged in the salt water could've corelate with Anastasia trying to have a talk like that with Alecto since she feels the most at ease in the salt water, so means pool time for alectostasia too

another one that I really like but not sure how much legs it actually would have in canon, one of the reasons Nona was so enamored with her body cause Harrow is a spitting image of Anastasia, first saw @/corvophobia talking about it

coming back to Harrow, could there be anything more to her taking immediate affection to the Body a la some fuckery with Anastasia's spirt/tombkeeper's blood

more people explained it better, I try to reblog most of the theories in my side blog, you can check it out there but some of it explicit just in case

anyway in conclusion, as I keep procrastinating with my work, I don't think they were making out 24/7 in Canaan house in canon but something for sure happened there between them

[yandere-wishes]

⌞ ⚡︎ ⋆ I could love you with my eyes closed, kiss you with a blindfold ⋆ ⚡︎ ⌝

⌞ ⚡︎ ⋆ Yandere! Thunderbolts X Reader⋆ ⚡︎ ⌝

𝓞𝓫𝓼𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼. 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓪 𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓵 𝔀𝓮𝓪𝓹𝓸𝓷.

ᯓ✮ Bucky Barnes - The Winter Soldier | باکی بارنز - سرباز زمستان

He hunts you in the snow, razor winds, and ice crawling over his body fule the primal senses within him. Making it so easy to revert back to who he used to be, what he used to be. Bucky -all of him, every broken, miserable piece- has loved you for far too long, his precious little doll, his darling angel, the first avenger, the first hero, heck, the first person to accept him. He finds you in the snow, fallen, hurt. You're a lot weaker now with your weapons, without the machinery you'd grown dependent on. His blue eyes pierce the tundra as he watches you curse and kick. It's adorable, really, like watching a lion cub try to fend for itself. He picks you up, from one cold to another, dragging you back to him...

There's a warm, practically melancholy nostalgia when he carries you back to the tower. Like trekking through the ashes of past lives. Bucky hugs you close, and you take the opportunity to slip a knife from his hip and try to lodge it into his cheek. He drops you unceremoniously before the blade ever even grazes his flesh. There's a chuckle that erupts from his chest, gibby and boyish, like you've just finished retelling an inside joke, "Really, doll?" he asks, eyebrow raised as he walks up the stairs to his room. You stare at the blade and jab it halfheartedly at your vein. "Don't even think about it." His voice rumbles from upstairs, and in your fractured mind, you almost think the walls are crumbling from the sheer authority of his voice. You sign before trailing up the stairs and entering his room. Bucky pulls you onto the bed, littering your face and neck with rouge kisses and bites. He's so utterly happy to have his doll back. Tucked away with him, save from the cruel world.

｡˚🕸˚｡ Yelena Belova - Black Widow | یلنا بلووا - بیوه سیاه

She has played Odette countless times, embodying the Swan Girl trapped within the rays of moonlight. It had been a fitting role, a fitting role for any widow. Albeit she hadn't quite thought of it that way when she'd been on stage. She'd been too busy being mesmerized by her sister's performance of Odilia's Fouettés en Tournant. It's only when -many many years later- that Yelena meets you, that she remembers that dreaded dance once more. The heavy tutus and tight shoes, the ceaseless patter of her heart, and pings of joy and dismay. When you smile, it's like she's back on that stage dressed in feathers. Only this time…this time she understands why Rothbart had ensnared poor Odette within a swan's body.

To Yelena, love, true love, is protection. And what better way to protect the one you love than to trap them in a swan's body, repressed to a lake hidden within a magical forest in a kingdom that everyone's forgotten? That's why she hides you in her room, within the highest level of the old avenger's tower. That's why she sleeps with one eye open lest you attempt to run away by moonlight. In the play, Rothbart turns all of Odette's friends into swans. So Yelena does the same; she slays your family peacefully. Leaving them in tranquil sleep. Burns the house to make it look like an accident. This way, you'll stop running; you'll have nowhere else to go but into her loving arms.

✮⋆˙ John Walker-US Agent | جان واکر - مامور آمریکایی

His love is laced with violence, a deadly stab of a blunt knife. John ignores the fear in your eyes when he's close to you, the anxious squeak when he laces his fingers with yours. It's worth it, he thinks, whenever he has you pulled to his chest, the melodic tremor of your reverberating heart, it's maddening. To think only he can make you feel this way. Drum against drum as his own battered heart threatens to crack its marrow cage and detonate out of his chest.

John's knife slithers down your leg, the silver gleam blinding when it catches a rogue ray of light. His lips press soothing kisses around your knee, pulling you closer to kiss away your tears. "Don't," you beg, soft, anguished, like trying to approach a frenzied beast. "Please, I-I I promise I'll never…I'll never run away again". John rolls his eyes, and you can almost see him trying to smother his anger. His knife stops behind your leg, drawing figure eights and hearts along your calcaneal tendon. The world stills for an endless moment, holding its breath, not daring to move lest it upset the crazed hero. Then a sickly noise, a gritting tear, everything feels cold, you can practically sense the warmth escaping out of you, drop by drop. Your leg won't move, it's frozen, you try to scream but your throat only secretes a desperate whimper. John tugs on your leg, and the ripping noise vibrates again. "I know baby," he mutters, pulling you against him, heart to heart, "I know you'll never run away again".

₊⁺𔓎𔓎⁺₊ Ava Starr- Ghost | آوا استار - روح

To haunt is to love. To watch and memorize is like saying an 'I love you' that never reaches your ears. Ava has engraved your smile and the flutter of your lashes within her mind. Carved out how you like your morning coffee inside her heart. When you leave she slips through the wall, scratching her body in the lotion you use until the cream seeps past broken skin. Pulls your pillow to her chest and imagines it's you she's holding so utterly tightly.

She traces phantom kisses along your neck as you sleep. Cold and ominous as she slips over your body like a midnight breeze. Only this time, she doesn't flee when your eyes quaver open, when her solid body begins to form, you begin to awaken. Her grip on your wrist tightens. She can faintly hear the bones quivering and cracking. You try to push her off, landing a kick to her ribs that only goes through her. Her lips stifle yours, stealing the air from your lungs. She wonders if you were to die, would you ever end up haunting her as she haunts you? Your body struggles under her, as she phases in and out of being, dodging your attempts and freedom. In a flash, she's gone and you're left gasping for air, pulse thundering. She's gone, vanished. Yet her eyes still haunt you from behind the walls. It's hard to love when you're a ghost, nothing more than an eerie love letter, scribbled across your lover's corpse.

☽◯☾ Robert Reynolds - Sentry/Void | رابرت رینولدز - سنتری/وید

There's something twisted festering inside of him, like a grotesque amalgam of the Void and Sentry, like every part of him has morphed and mutated, agreeing on something, something awful. It hurts too, like being stabbed in the heart with a pair of dulled wooden safety scissors. And it only ever seems to happen when he looks at you. You're like his new drug, morphine, and heroin with little sprinkles of ecstasy. He loves the way you smile with so much energy and hope, only to crash and cry until your eyes turn red. You remind him so much of his pain, like falling in love with depression, like kissing the anthropomorphism of your pain, your sorrow. Bob wants nothing more than to keep you all to himself, to be happy with you, and to cry when you do.

To feed off your joy, your pain, you.

It's the Void who eats you. Gobbles you up one day when Bob 'accidentally' runs into you at Central Park. He wishes he could keep you inside him, locked away inside his head. It's romantic, Bob thinks, theatrical almost, like watching your life sprawled out upon a silver screen. You're sitting here with him, in the attic of his childhood house blocking out the noise with your questions, with your pleas to leave. "Yeah," Bob agrees, looking at you with nothing but pure adoration "I want to leave too...". He says choking on his melancholy.

The rest of the team is so happy for him, proud that their shy little boy has 'made a friend', he's a bit lost on the humor. But he's glad you're here, sealed away in his new room safe and sound. Void keeps scheming inside his head, ways to grab you, should you ever try to leave, and Sentry knows he can always find you if you ever 'get lost'. They'll take care of everything, all Bob has to do is enjoy you.

*❅* Alexei Shostakov - Red Guardian | نگهبان قرمز - الکسی شوستاکوف

He'll do anything for you. Burn the world, lay riches at your feet. Do anything to have you look at him, smile at him. It's only your approval that makes him feel accomplished. He can ever only find solace in you. The cruel thing that you are. But you'll just replace him; he knows it, there's never really been a reason to keep him around. Not back then when he'd been a great hero. Not now that he's merely a shell of his former self. Still, you play him, pulling him along and making him feel special. He'll do anything for a simple kiss from you. Anything to have you look at him just once more.

You can't escape him; he's always there. Menacing snowstorm, almost like a domesticated bear. You try to sedate him with small kisses and give him little tasks and favors to keep him busy. But it's never enough, he always wants more, to hold you close, walk around with your hands entwined. It's getting unbearable, you can't breathe, he's always there. Arm always around your shoulders, boisterous laugh in your ear. You're so sick of him. But every time you look his way, all you see is pure, persistent love.

‧₊‏꩜˚⋅ Tony Masters - Taskmaster | تونی مسترز - تسک‌مستر

Your presence chews at his mind. Like a lobotomy gone wrong. You were really only supposed to be a passing thought once. A minute away from all the pain, from all the shards engraved in his body that aren't really him. But that's the funny thing about Tony Masters, he may not even remember his own name, but he sure as hell can remember every microscopic detail about everyone else. Especially if that someone is you. Sweet darling little you.

When he kisses you, it feels more like he's taking you apart, analyzing your bones and tissues, and organs. You try to push him away, but it's all so hard when he's bound your arms so tightly. He's hidden you away in a safe house for now. Until the next mission and the next town, dragging you along like a cat with a dead canary. His teeth knaw at your lips, fingers bruising your hips. You whine and struggle only to freeze when he presses his knife into your thigh, softly at first, but the threat is there. He shushes you all so sweetly, the timber of his rough voice is almost hypnotic. In any other life, any other scenario, you would have even fallen for him.

×͜× Ghost | شبح

There are fingers laced across your throat. A permanent presence, like a second soul is haunting your body. You feel his kisses in the space between your breaths. He tells you he loves you when the lights turn off when you're all alone in the dark. He whispers it tenderly into your ear, like a crow singing omens of doom. You wake up in cold sweats to the melody of his sinister laughter. The painful push of his cold lips against your brow. You're being haunted, you're being loved.

The red sticks to your body intimately, fear lodged in the back of your throat. Ghost hovers in front of you, his fingers smearing the blood -your blood- across your body. Artist and canvas. "You look so pretty like this, babe." his fingers phase through your flesh, painlessly emerging covered in your crimson essence. You flinch, shivering as you watch his fingers disappear under his mask. "Have I ever told you how sweet you taste? Like fresh strawberries." The comment is too eerie to harbor any genuine affection, but as you've come to learn, the villain is nothing if not creepy. He floats closer, steel lips brushing your jugular, his kisses seep deep, kissing bones and muscles. He's melting into you, becoming one with your body and soul…

[helluvapoison]

Hey can you write headcanons for alastor, angel dust(both platonic) and sir pentious (romantic) with a gen z/millennial reader? Just general stuff and interactions (like maybe talking about how things are for the lgbt community with angel and talking to alastor about gramophones and how they're coming back in style) and just some shenanigans

I know you don't have these characters listed in your writing list, and it's completely fine if you cant write for them but i love your writing style and characterization so I wanted to know how you'd imagine things would go

Alastor, Angel Dust (platonic) and Sir Pentious (romantic) x Reader

˚✧₊⁎ Alastor ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• “Hey Al! Loving the drip, it’s giving strawberry cow meets dark academia core.”

• Now he knows what others feel like when speaking to Zestial. He doesn’t understand half of what you say

• You taught him “tea”. Originally he thought you were providing real tea, something useful, not tedious gossip about— Oh. Oh. That could come in handy, actually. Alastor begins to pencil you into his afternoon tea. Sometimes you bring him useful information, others he has to sit through petty issues that make his eye twitch

• Alastor outright bans you from using your phone around him. He has no interest in this “meme” that reminds you of him (Don’t bring it out again, next time he’ll break it)

You groan, “It’s not as funny if I have to explain it!”

“It must not be very humorous in the first place.” He retorts

• He thinks you’re complimenting his taste in decor when you call it vintage

• You’ve proven yourself a useful acquaintance. Like Nifty, he’s grown accustomed to your presence and learned it may be better not to understand the inner workings of your mind

• “Got any aces?” someone asks while you play Go Fish with Husk, Angel and Sir Pina Colada. You never fail to jab a thumb in Alastor’s direction, cackling and kicking your feet

• They give you a peculiar look in reply

“Fuck you guys, I ate.”

• Yeah, they don’t get that one either

˚✧₊⁎ Angel Dust ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• It feels like every day Angel’s mid-insult and snapping his fingers at you, beckoning for you to conjure up a fresh comeback

• “Ooh! You just got cancelled, take the L, you fucking poser!”

He cackles, “Yeah! What they said!”

• Started calling himself an e-girl because you said it once about Charlie and never elaborated. He thinks it means cute… He’s not wrong? You don’t correct him, it’s funnier this way

• Playful arguments 24/7

“RIP, Angel, you would have loved Mean Girls— Wait, if a movie dies would it come to Hell? Never mind, don’t answer that, it would obviously go to Heaven.”

“I’ve met some real weirdos down here, sweetheart, and you outrank almost all of ‘em.”

• Something Angel noticed he could only appreciate from you is how different you react to his relationship with Val. He already knows it’s not healthy and he knows he gets defensive when people bring it up. Like the others, you listen, you comfort, you get furious on his behalf. You also offer him insight and labels he never thought would be helpful

• You hold up two fingers like you’re conducting an orchestra as you speak, “Say it with me; boundaries, bitch.”

“Boundaries..? S’at like bondage–?”

”NO!”

• Angel’s the only one that makes HellToks with you. The dances he learns faster and performs them better than you, often adding his own choreography to them. The “pass the phone” challenges never end well– especially when he tries to rope Nifty or Alastor in on them (RIP your old phone)

• Honestly, you’re pretty surprised you get along with Angel as well as you do. Y’know, considering he died a thousand years before you—

“I ain’t that old!”

“Your death certificate says otherwise, fam!”

˚✧₊⁎ Sir Pentious ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• He’s not sure how to handle how touchy you are first. You go around high-fiving everyone, freely holding hands with whoever lets you, offering hugs and– thump. Your head hits his lap, staring straight right at him with a goofy grin. And that.

• “Say slay,”

“Sssslay?”

• Oh. He quite likes the laugh that gets out of you

• Starts saying the word as much as possible, puffing his chest out proudly when you double over laughing. You don’t have the heart to tell him he’s using it wrong 99.9% of the time

• When you began consistently picking him for a chair instead of the others, he was stuck between throwing you across the room and making a break for it or pointing and laughing in the faces of everyone else. You chose him! HA!

• Bless his soul, the way he asked you out was so sweet

“I’ve done extensive research and found the equivalent of going sssteady in your language! I would like for us to move forward with the relationship ssstatus.”

“Huh? Oh. You want to go out with me? Yeah!”

“Fuck yesss!“

• Pentious gives ride or die a new definition. Everything you say or you do, he will back you up. His eyes sparkle from the praise you give him

• That, and making him blush takes little effort on your part. Complimenting him like you always do (at least he thinks you are, sometimes he’s not certain) has his cheeks glowing in seconds

• After following you around for an hour, because Pentious wanted to make sure you could get along with the Egg Boiz without him, they adopt bits of your personality and bizarre phrases. “Now we have two parents!” “No cap!” “Yes cap, you’re wearing a hat!”

• You’ve single handedly make the Egg Boiz worse in the eyes of everyone but Pen. He’s ecstatic over the results, he doesn’t know what he would do if he had to choose between you and his eggs

~

╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ this was so silly and fun, i hope you enjoy anon!

[katerinaaqu]

Why did Achilles sacrifice those 12 Trojans to Patroclus? Would people in Homer's time have understood it or would it have been extreme to them?

Well, as Achilles himself stated that would be because of his anger that a Trojan slay Patroclus. In one way it was revenge. Now the number 12 is a reoccurring number in Homer that could represent many things from the 12 gods and the 12 months till one can see it as 4s and 3s in disguise each one of them have their own meaning (for example four seasons or three pillars of the world heaven earth and underworld etc)

Achilles in his fury wants to slay a certain number of Trojans for the sakes of his companion that he lost and he slays them on the funeral pyre alongside with two out of the nine dogs Patroclus had. In one way he almost seems like "sending people to serve him" in the underworld. In one way sends him captives aka slaves, to serve Patroclus in the underworld. Perhaps even further wishing to humiliate and destroy Troy aka the youth of Troy serving Patroclus in the underworld.

It definitely is an extreme measure. Human sacrifice was seen as appalling by the Greeks in various parts of the myths (see for example Iphigenia in Aulis as her sacrifice seen as something horrifying or Iphigenia herself performing human sacrifice in the foreign land of Tauris and lamenting herself for her fate). By n large human sacrifice of one individual alone seems terrible yet alone of 12 at the same time as if they were animals for the sacrifice. Not to mention that the offering was done for a mortal, not a god. That was lowkey hubris as well as inhumane action that oftentimes Greeks associated with foreigners and not with themselves. In fact in mythology we have very few occurances in which gods demand human sacrifice as a test to humans that offend them and they are generally seen at a very tragic context.

Now as to why the Greeks didn't say a word neither when Achilles declared he would do it or when he actually did it well for once as you remember no one seemed to be willing to stand in the way of Achilles in that state of madness and sorrow he was in the same way that no one dared to stand against him when he took his time upon stripping the body of Hector and tied it to his chariot:

However there could be an even more terrible reason behind it. Just like with the events of Aulis, the soldiers ended up demanding the human sacrifice of Iphigenia in here they seem silent. That could be because of the fever of battle. The Greeks see Achilles annihilating Trojans. At that point little would it matter how, they all wanted to be done with the war. They even felt some kind of wild triumph, I suspect, seeing the Trojans being slaughtered like sacrificial cattle. The sorrow for the loss of a great fighter was mixed with their newly accquired happiness that Achilles was back in game and gaining ground alongside with the fact that Achilles killed Hector, the best warrior of the enemy side. They could already feel the tables turning or at least hoped for it. The wild triumph they would feel would make them not see the terrible or extreme part of Achilles's action (or the fact he had just dragged the body of Hector around Troy performing asebeia to the gods and the dead, two of the greatest sins ever), they only see triumphant Achilles showing his dominance over the enemy.

Every time I think about it truly makes me shiver at how amazing potential Homer's writing has!

[from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras]

Entirely selfish question. What winter/ early spring holidays do you think Rohan would have?

Oh, hey! I’ve got a google doc of Rohan holidays that I add to from time to time as I’m thinking, so below are the ones that I currently have that would fall in the late winter/early spring time. (It doesn’t include Yule, because I know I have an old Yule post *somewhere* and I can’t find it now because Tumblr search is garbage, but if I can I’ll edit this and re-tag you!) I hope any/some of this is helpful to your purposes!!!

Rohan Winter/Spring Holidays

As with almost all big holidays in any culture, most of them have gathering with family and friends and eating together as big components, but I listed off a few specific practices for each one. If anyone else has their own ideas to throw in, please do!

The Big Hunt 🏹 (mid-February)

-Hunts happen year-round, but this one is designated as a special opportunity to honor Béma, the Great Hunter. (Mid-February because it helps to break up the doldrums of mid-winter.)

-Formal offerings to Béma are made before the hunters set out in the morning. These include hunting implements (arrow heads, etc.) and artifacts from prior hunts (something carved from bone or antler, perhaps), and they’re buried at the edge of a forest (or, lacking a forest, under a tree) for Béma to take at his leisure.

-While the hunters are out at work, there is winter outdoor revelry and hot drinks around fires while everyone watches for their eventual return.

-Traditionally, every time a hunter misses his quarry on the Big Hunt (an off-target arrow or spear throw, for example), they have to give up an article of clothing. It’s great fun to await the riders and see at a glance who was successful and who is almost naked (and very cold!). (Don’t feel sorry for them, the almost naked ones get wrapped up in furs and are given a good seat by a fire and lots of attention from sympathetic caretakers.)

-Items from the Big Hunt (the spears used, or the bones of the kill from that particular outing) are kept to be the next year’s offering.

New Year 🎉 (March 25)

-From the end of the Third Age, the Rohirrim follow along with Gondor’s practice of celebrating the new year on the anniversary of the destruction of the ring. 

-There are military-style parades in all the cities with all the marshals and captains in their best uniforms and all the éoreds decked out in their own finery.

-There’s a big emphasis on the performance of songs and poems that commemorate the events of the War of the Ring. Children put on little pageants to reenact Rohan’s biggest contributions to the war, including the arrival of the Rohirrim at Minas Tirith and Éowyn’s slaying of the Witch King (they all fight over who gets to be Éowyn).

-It’s also important to them to have official representatives of the elves, dwarves and hobbits present, since they’re commemorating something that affected all the free peoples. Legolas, Gimli and Merry often filled these roles in Edoras during their lifetimes.

-Families of those who lost loves ones in the war take this as a day to visit their graves and remember their sacrifice. The simbelmynë is a symbol of the new year in Rohan as a consequence.

Field of Celebrant Day 🗡️ (April 15)

-This day celebrates the Battle of the Field of Celebrant, which led to the Oath of Eorl and the founding of Rohan.

-The day is greeted with the ritual blowing of horns, the traditional sign of the arrival of the Rohirrim army.

-Acts of service are a major point of emphasis, meant to honor Eorl’s act of service in coming to the aid of Gondor. Everyone is expected to do something for either a friend, family member or even a stranger.

-Tokens in the form of little red arrows are exchanged between friends, again symbolizing the day’s emphasis on friendship and alliance.

-The king travels to the Field of Celebrant, where the battle took place, and is traditionally met by the steward (or, later, the king) of Gondor to perform a little ceremony in honor of the event and in reaffirmation of the alliance.

Start of Spring 🌸 (varies from early March to late April, depending on the year)

-In late winter, Rohirrim start to tie a small ribbon to any tree or bush branch where they see the first hint of buds of new growth to come. When the branches are full with ribbons, the queen (or, outside of Edoras, a senior woman) designates spring to have arrived and a festival is held.

-The festival revolves around cleansing rituals. Those near rivers may take a ritual dip. In other places, they may steam certain herbs and plants with cleansing properties. Everyone opens all the doors and windows of their homes to let in the fresh spring air.

-Flowers are used to make wearable decoration - crowns or necklaces or sashes - and everyone is expected to sport something.

-The associated feast emphasizes using the remainder of winter stores to make room for spring’s new produce (there are contests for who can make the most creative use out of those leftovers!), and it ends with bonfires made from the remains of the winter wood stockpile.

Festival of Horses 🐎 (typically early May)

-The timing is meant to coincide, as best as possible, with the start of the spring foaling season when the new horses are born

-Any foal born during the festival itself is considered especially lucky and can be auctioned for an absurdly high price

-The festival itself begins with the annual rounding up of some of the feral horses that have traditionally lived in all the plains and valleys of Rohan. Any captured horses are run through the river for cleaning and then auctioned off to the breeders and trainers. Watching the auction is considered high entertainment and can get very animated.

-The day itself is dominated by competitions of horses and horsemanship. There are judged shows for best horse and finest horse crafts (tack, etc.), and there are races, jumping competitions and contests for the most daring/unique horsemanship skills. Prizes are highly valued and bragged about nonstop for the whole year.

[putschki1969]

Wakana Classics 2024 Mini Report

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2024/12/18 Setlist 1.Yureru Haru 2.Kara 3.Kibō 4.Rain 5.When she loved me 6.Inochi no Namae 7.Kaze no Tōri Michi 8.Monoke Hime 9.snow falling (Kalafina) 10.Underneath the Tree (Kelly Clarkson) 11.Shirushi 12.Kinmokusei 13.Flag 14.Asu no Yumemite Utau 15.Magic Moment Encore 1.Happy Hello Day Encore 2.Sono Saki e After Event.Yume no Yukue

Some highlights: Kibō my beloved 😍, the entire anime block was to die for! I loved every second of it! Non-stop tears😭 snow falling was such a treat. It’s a favourite of mine and Wakana’s cover is honestly amazing!!! When she started talking about the upcoming Kalafina Live I got so emotional. Everyone is so excited and they can’t wait for is to hear their harmony again. Hopefully they will sing snow falling in January 🙏🙏🙏Never heard that Kelly Clarkson song before but Wakana slayed! Overall it was such a good live with so many great performances. A few forgotten lyrics but that’s almost part of Wakana’s charm by now😅Her reaction is always so cute (I do feel bad for her though because it obviously bothers her).

The little talk with her cellist Masateru (Teru) Nishikata was super fun. For those of you who don’t know, he played the cello for Kalafina many times so they know each other well. This was the first time he joined one of Wakana‘s solo events. He was moved to tears and also beyond excited for the Kalafina reunion live. He mentioned regretting the sudden disbandment because they never got the chance to do a proper goodbye. Wakana is relieved about this reunion (even though it is also very sudden). Wonder if that means Teru will be one of the band members…?

Random side note: Poor girl was killed by her high heels today so she had to return to the stage with bare feet.

I hate myself for being shy during the send-off. Wish I would’ve been able to say something like last time🫣This time I was just too nervous and staff members were rushing me☠️ I think she recognised me though and wished me a safe journey back home.

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Before the concert, I did some Wakana activities. First I had lunch at MinMin, a small 🥟gyoza🥟 restaurant. Then I went to see the exhibition at Ginza Art Aquarium. Such great experiences❣️

Of course I got all the merch. Wakana is so cute in the pamphlet photos💕💕What an adorable hairstyle! Also got a lot of snacks from fellow fans🤗

[altocat]

What violent things did Sephiroth do in the war? What were his thoughts? Does he regret it? What does he think now about his past actions? What was the most ruthless thing Sephiroth had done.

As a teenager, Sephiroth's efforts were engaged in the bulk of the Wutai War, violently cutting down every opponent he came across. Under the banner of Shinra, Sephiroth was instrumental in capturing new territory, slaying some of the country's most distinguished leaders, leveling battlefields, and destroying whatever obstacle was presented to SOLDIER forces.

As such, Sephiroth has witnessed no shortage of traumatic violence, many of which he committed with his own hands. He's killed so many soldiers he can't even keep track of their faces anymore. How many? Hundreds? Thousands? How many had families? How many had never even enlisted?

Sephiroth spends a great deal of his youth "going away inside" during a battle. He only focuses on the task at hand, smoothly and methodically killing his enemies while turning his brain off. It's a game of survival. He takes no pleasure in it, obtains no real sense of glory or heroism. He just numbs himself, clears his thoughts of any doubt or hesitation. There are times when it feels almost impossible--Sephiroth's worst crimes have consisted of performing public executions under Shinra's orders, as well as the destruction of so many civilian villages. He will never forget the frightened screams of those families, of children made orphans in the heat and struggle of war. They will be with him for the rest of his life.

As an adult, Sephiroth's time on the battlefield becomes slightly more self-regulated. This could be because he has gradually developed something of a makeshift autonomy and has been granted a few more privileges within SOLDIER. As such, Sephiroth finds that he has a bit more leverage, despite not holding an official rank of command. He makes it his mission to fight with compassion for as much as he's feasibly able to from now on. He will NOT fight an enemy that can't fight back. And he will NOT take another child away from its mother and father. If he isn't being heavily monitored at the moment, he will give his enemy a chance to go in peace. He will not prolong his enemy's suffering. He will do everything that he can to ensure that he fights with SOME level of honor, some level of empathy.

After Nibelheim, of course, Sephiroth no longer regrets anything. If anything, he wishes he hadn't been so SOFT. He should have killed more humans when he had the chance, starting with turning his blade on Shinra forces...

[fastlikealambo]

just got out of the hunger games

this movie worked my pussy out

when I tell you every person from the extras to the tributes with five minutes of screen time went to set to slay and THEY DID THAT

rachel zegler was treated like shit for months over absolutely nothing and she is fucking phenomenal, just fucking magnetic on screen my god her voice??? I can't wait to listen to the soundtrack. Lucy gray had my heart every minute, and you root for her every minute god Rachel was just so FUCKING GREAT

tom blyth was incredible and you can see the hints of the president snow we all know and loathe from the very beginning of his performance. I kinda almost wish they had split into 2 films because the rise and fall and rise again of coryo was a treat to watch

viola davis needs to play a bond villian YESTERDAY, I don't think she's done a role quite like this before so let viola davis be unhinged in front of a camera more often

hunter schafer has such an old hollywood face, tigris snow is such a kind and loving character in the book and while they cut her role down a bit too much in the movie, hunter devoured and I wanted all of her outfits

what's crazy is that the hunger games has such tight world building so you know what's going on but the universe is still so unexplored that I can't help but want more movies or books because I think there are more pre katniss stories to be told, god this was so damn good

oh and (spoilers below)

I'm sorry, you can't make me believe that Lucy Gray died, I think he might have clipped her but she didn't die just hid out in the north being hot and playing guitar

[npookie0]

hai hai yk who i am, make that KC x drag queen reader that you totally definitely not didnt ask for in the server

Gasp! Killers and a Drag Queen?

The reader is a man btw <3 . ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

Ronin - The Butcher

When he found about you doing drag:

It wasn't a challenge to find out about your little artistic side. Ronin' first visit to your house was how he found you out. The wigs, mannequins with unfinished outfits, your vanity table that looked like a whole war happened on it with how messy it was. Ronin stopped in his tracks to look around your bedroom, you turned around to look at him. "Why did you-" You paused. "Oh. Yeah, I'm a drag queen." You weren't ashamed of it, at least you weren't a edgy serial killer. "Damn, never thought I would see a whole altar of RuPaul." He chuckled when he noticed the posters and even a framed picture of you and said queen. "What can I say, Mama Ru is my biggest inspiration, also Gottmik, but we never met." You clicked you tongue. "So, do you like it?" "Baby, you're an artiste, what is there not to like?" The Butcher's words made you chuckle and roll your eyes.

His reaction for your looks:

Every time your edge-lord boyfriend gets to see your drag queen persona his eyes have that glimmer of interest in them. He watched your movements and ways of speaking change like it's the most interesting thing for him. Whenever your dragpersona has a more creative or complicated outfit Ronin seems eve more amazed. "And you find this comfortable?" He titled his head to the side as you were putting on the last accessories. "Baby, it's not about comfort, I have to destroy those bitches with how good I look." You shot him a confident grin. "Oh, I love this side of you. That blood thirst in your eyes, it's beautiful." He stood in front of you while you were sitting in front of your mirror and stole a kiss from your lips. "You idiot, you have lipstick on you now." You rolled your eyes and checked to see if he messed up your make up, luckily for him he didn't or you would be a widow before your wedding. "Nah, I don't care. You could say that you marked me." He joked and moved a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. "And those wigs aren't heavy?" He raised his eyebrow. You were almost amazed by how interested Ronin was in this topic. Maybe one day you'll persuade him into being your model? Who knows. "This one isn't, but the one for my cake look is heavy as fuck." You murmured. When you have a show:

You can't decide whether he wants to piss you off or just wants to show how proud he is, but with every split, dance move or dead drop you can hear a lot "Yas, queen!" and you don't even need to check who that is to be sure that it's him. He's almost too interactive, he touches you whenever you are close to him, shouts "slay" "go girl" and similar things when you just enter the stage like some teenage girl on her favourite's artist concert.

When he can't be on the show in person but he knows that there is a stream happening he calls the whole server for a watch party, it's now a very important server occasion to watch you perform. When you're stressed:

Ronin is your biggest supporter so when drag stresses you out he's there for you, cradling you in his arms. "I fucking hate it." You whispered against his shoulder. "Am I myself or am I a drag queen who makes a fool out of herself?" Questions like these weren't new. Sometimes media or people made you feel torn between who you really were. Is that confident persona really you? Are you really a man? "You're the only person who can decide that darlin', but in my eyes you're perfect in both ways." He whispered against your hair and kissed you on the temple. "Praise me more." You chuckled and tighten your hold around him. "Why? To feed your ego, nah. We both know how perfect you are babe."

But when it's someone else bothering you, be it a media reporter or a homophobic asshole, they're gone. No one will stress his boyfriend to the extend that he's wondering if drag is for him. You can expect a picture on #killer_shit and a message for you. <@goreboy>: Look a pretty kill just for you Y/N. And somehow his method of lifting your mood worked, maybe you're just crazy? Who knows. You didn't really care anyway, at least you aren't normal.

Angel - The Heartsick Angel

When she found about you doing drag:

Angel found out about your artistic ways when you both were scheduled for the same photoshoot for a fashion magazine. At first it was a little uncomfortable, but then you two relaxed. On your way back to home you had a long conversation about how the drag industry was treating you, you showed her your looks and she was amazed. Angel sometimes invited you as her channel guest and somehow her fans fell in love with you just as much as Maria loved you.

Her reaction to your looks:

You really can pull off the angel theme." You heard a sweet laugh come from behind you. You were in the middle of putting on your new drag look, this time the show's theme was "Holy or Unholy" and as a tribute you decided to go for that angelic theme. "I'm glad to hear that from my inspiration." You smiled and turned to look at her. "Want to finish my make up?" You saw her eyes light up in excitement. Your make ups were more creative and complicated than what she did for her channel, so she would always use any occasion to let her creativity out.

When you have a performance:

When Angel has time to be there, she shows great support, you can see how happy she is. Sometimes she will record your performances to post them on her story or watch them alone back home.

When she can't show up, she will promote your performance and her fans will show up. Maria de la Rosa said to go there, so why wouldn't they listen?

When you're stressed out:

Angel can understand you, there's so much pressure from the press, your fans and other drag queens on you to do well that sometimes it devours you completely. Angel will cuddle with you in silence in these moments, just to let your mind rest for once, without chaos or shiny lights. She will whisper praise and small I love you's here and there.

When it's someone else making you feel that way, you can consider them gone. No one in their right mind will hurt Angel's partner, unless they have a dead wish.

V - for Vengeance

When he finds out about you doing drag:

V found out while he did some research on you, it was actually the first thing he found after getting your legal name out of you. "So you're an artist?" He asked while you both took care of his animals. "Yeah you could say so." You chuckled nervously. "is it weird?" You asked and looked away. "No." His reply was simple. You looked at him in surprise. "There's nothing weird in you finding a way to be creative and express yourself. I think it' beautiful." He smiled softly. V was a huge support, he asked a lot about your looks, sometimes bought you materials or make up products when he knew that you wanted one but you wanted to save money. "it's a gift." He said after you tried to refuse taking the new make up pallet. 'It's an expensive gift, how can I accept it?" You sighed. "I love you V, but I feel like a gold digger." You watched him shake his head in disagreement. "I bought it for you on my own whim, it's not a problem for me to gift you with something you need my love." Your heart melts with every word and soft smile from V. "How am I supposed to win against you?' You groaned and kissed him on the cheek as a "thank you".

His reaction for a new look:

V watched in awe as you put on your new dress, the same dress you worked on for weeks. The man find it fascinating, seeing this artistic side to you, the determination in your eyes, proud smile when you finished your look. "So how do I look?" Your voice brought V back to earth. Now you were standing in front of him in a look that was supposed to resemble a lioness, the theme was "Animal Queerdom" and poor V only understood that the drag looks were supposed to be themed by animals. "You look absolutely beautiful my love. I can see your hard work in every detail." His words made you smile. "Thank you V."

When you have a show:

Of course he is there to watch. Maybe he is not as energetic as other people who came there to witness the show, but he still has a lot of fun. Watching all the artists and seeing the effects of their hard work was always something V enjoyed, and watching a drag show was no different. He knew how long and hard you worked so he could appreciate the work.

When you're stressed out:

V is your biggest supporter, he''s there encouraging you and making sure that you know how proud he is. He will acknowledge your worries and he will not push his opinion, no matter how positive onto you, it's best to let you pour out all your negative thoughts.

V won't kill people who happened to hurt your feelings, unless they really do deserve to be the next meal for his animals. "Their pathetic comments aren't something worth paying attention to my love. You're a vision, the sun amongst the stars. You're so much more than what media says you are." He rub the back of your hand and smiled at you gently. "Why are you so sweet V." You sniffle and hug him.

Misaki - The assassin

When they discovered our drag persona:

Misaki knew about you doing drag ever since your turn your camera on. In your background there were a lot of different things that called you out on it. "You're a drag queen?" They asked, their face curious and excited. Yeah! Although I'm just e beginner." You replied. "That's so cool! Slay queen!" Ever since that day you knew that they wouldn't shut up about you doing drag.

Their reaction for your look:

"Well, how do I look?" Misaki looked at her screen when your camera was turned on and their jaw dropped. "You're just a beginner?! Hell no! You have better skills than I will ever have!" You chuckled at their words. "Ah thanks, I'm not that good though." He blushed a little. Misaki was really in awe with all of the looks, how you could completely change yourself was a shocker for them every time.

Misaki on your shows:

When they visited USA for the first time for that super dangerous assassination they promised to themselves that they will go for every drag show that will feature you just to watch you in the spotlight. "You go girl!' You could hear their voice and it was really hard not to wave back at them instead of continuing the show. You appreciated their support even if sometimes it wall a tad bit annoying to hear their shouting with every split.

When you're stressed out:

They will try their best to support you, be it through the voice call on in real life. Misaki will try to keep your mind off of the doubtful thought and encourage you to take a short break if it's too much to handle. "Babe, you're a beginner. It's normal to stress out. Try to take a short break and focus on yourself." Their voice was calm and gentle, a contrast to their full of energy and happy-go-lucky personality. "Yeah, maybe you're right." You sighed. "I'll take a small break."

it's the same situation when it's people who are the reason for your stress. Although Misaki is ready to fight whoever tries to destroy your confidence.

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

They call me mother ;p

i love Drag Race >w< Bye bye hos - N <3

[crazylittlejester]

my old elementary school has a fun fair every june and they set up karaoke for a students to try out and I just KNOW IN MY SOUL. that warriors would freak the fuck out.

he'd sign up almost immediately, picking any popular song he could think of and making a whole crowd of 4th graders watch him as he crumbles to his knees on the dirty grass just singing his heart out for karaoke, tears and all. he does it for majority of the event and someone eventually has to stop him from taking up all the opportunities and let other people try IT WOULD BE INSANE.

by the end of it all he gets a standing ovation from everyone and goes home thinking about whether or not he just absolutely slayed or he accidentally gave so many kids a headache...

THAT SOUNDS SO FUN

The thing about Wars is I know he has the passion to be some kind of music star or performer, he has the dramatic ass personality, he was born for the stage he’d fucking thrive there, any modern au where he’s never so much as participated in a school musical is wrong (/j ofc)

But when it comes down to his actual talent level I’m unsure on whether I think he’d be so painfully bad that it loops back around to being GOOD just because of the amount of energy he puts into it, or if he’d actually be fucking fantastic at it. Because on one hand, him being a performer would require him havin’, yknow, talent, but on the OTHER hand the idea that he just comically sucks is too good to pass up. Like i mean vine/tiktok level of can’t sing but it’s the funniest thing you seen in your life so its actually somehow better than the original song

Either way, watching him pour out his heart and soul would be so entertaining because you either walk away like “oh so that was the voice of god” or “that was life changing. he cant sing for shit but i’ve never been more captivated or impressed in my whole life” but the passion is there both ways

[welcome-to-cell-hell]

Ready to slay (some parasites, of course)

Sid was due for some new art and a proper introduction, so here they are! Sid (S-3284) is pretty much the polar opposite of the eosinophil from the series- they’re pompous and don’t take their job too seriously or care what anyone thinks about it. They think they’re so lucky that they don’t get called in too often, blissfully unaware that the other eosinophils know Sid very well, and that no one really needs a heroic white blood cell to swoop in, and.. do motorcycle tricks. But this works in their favor, because all that free time gets poured into songwriting for their one-cell rock band, Obsidian Rib. They play on their patrols, both at venues and little street performances here and there, and want nothing more than to become a household name. They have a long way to go, and a LOT of competition in the industry, but they stay hopeful. Singing voice claim:

And their talking voice claim is Leo from ROTTMNT

They were also Joe’s childhood best friend, and ended up reuniting with her years later*, overjoyed to learn that she made it out of the Thymus when they had expected never to see her again. Now that they’re back together, they’ve picked up right where they left off: by being chaotic little gremlins who expel an aura of secondhand embarrassment wherever they roam! Sid needed a freaky mutual and Joe needed a break from The Horrors of lymphocytehood, so this has been great for both of them.

*time and cell lifespans are a big mess, so just assume each cell ages like a human for simplicity. Joe and Sid are both in their mid twenties.

Eosinophil Lore under the cut. I might’ve mentioned some of this stuff already in posts and asks here and there but idc. Yapping on the yapping account? Oh my

The most glaring thing about eosinophils is that spearhead on their tail. That’s a cytotoxic granule, and it IS growing there naturally. It might be a little annoying to carry around, which is why eosinophils tend to have stronger tails than other immune cells, but it’s evolved like that for a reason (it’s largely based on the canon eosinophil spears bc they’re cool but shhhhh we’re gonna pretend I know what I’m talking about). Before cells developed weapons, they needed something sharp and tough to fight against parasites, who have thick hides. The proteins have evolved to be dense and strong, which gives them their shiny, almost metallic look. Eosinophils don’t actually fight USING their tails, though- when the granule is done growing, they can pinch it off and use it as a melee weapon, which soon turned into putting them on the ends of long spears. A new granule grows about every two weeks, and by then, the one on the weapon has started to denature and gets replaced. Since granule spearheads are a natural product, no two eosinophils will have the exact same coloration or shape.

Another, lesser-known strength of theirs is eosinophil derived neurotoxin (EDN), which I couldn’t find much research that my feeble genbio major brain could comprehend but that sounds BADASS so I’m just rolling with it. This is a liquified protein that they can secrete from their retractable fangs. A full dose can kill, but only a little bit leaves the victim temporarily paralyzed. This is more for fighting cell-sized pathogens, because if you tried to bite a giant worm-dragon, you probably wouldn’t be able to puncture its hide, and you’d probably get your fangs ripped out to boot!

As for the parasites themselves, I don’t have much development on them and they’re pretty close to canon with a little more fish and mososaur vibes (I did have an idea for a hagfish-inspired tapeworm tho). No matter what, the worms have slitted pupils and big ol’ teeth that get turned into overpriced souvenirs at tourist traps. And they shriek, LOUD!!! Again, just like canon. But this time around, they’re not the only vocal ones. Eosinophils are infamous for THEIR shrieking, which evolved as a way to distract parasites and lure them away from damaged tissue. It sounds ghoulishly similar to the real thing, and it’s even worse when the eosinophil in question is a self-proclaimed menace to society. They’ll shriek when they’re happy, when they’re scared, when they’re mad, “cuz’ it’s funny,” hell, they’ll roll down their car windows and shriek instead of honking their horns! And don’t even get me started on little eosinophils terrorizing the Marrow with their newly-discovered superpower.

[disgr-aced]

Good morning, afternoon, or ant (🐜) time to you, Your dis(Grace). You see, I am being plagued by visions.

If Geminitay would eat garlic, would she be reduced to ashes like a vampire?

If Mumbo Jumbo was put in a Situation, would he be considered a national threat?

What if Gillion Tidestrider was actually 2 feet tall and a cat? Would you say that would make you the sixth president of your local book club?

If I were to ask you to go to the cabin at the end of the path, and slay the princess in the basement, would you preform a magic trick and pull a bunny out of hat?

Would you consider ending our friendship (aww!) (how wholesome!) (this guy is 5 iguanas in a trench coat!) if a couple of birds right outside your house delivered your package?

If Grian.

Good ant, and greetings to you dear Semi. I pray your visions of the ants and of the other assorted persons fade soon, in the meantime let us see what the visions have foretold...

1. If Gem ate garlic would she disintegrate into ashes like a vampire?

Quite possibly... I always figured she was some flavour of forest cryptid and vampire does fit that description, but I also subscribe to the belief that the garlic thing was spread as a rumour to pre-season people for the vampires, so in reality? She would eat the garlic. Raw. While making eye contact as a power move. And that would be the last thing you see.

2. If Mumbo Jumbo was in a situation, would he be considered a national threat?

Nope. I love the guy but I do think he would be very easily and quickly neutralised if he were to act on the situation in a way that made him appear dangerous (source: almost every video of him doing pvp, except the video where he was literally already dead and was killing from beyond the grave. Poor guy gets too stressed if there's any kind of pressure on him, but there's no pressure when your dead, in which case I think the situation is resolved?)

3. What if Gillian Tidestrider was a 2ft tall cat, would that make me 6th president of the local book club?

Okay so fun fact I actually used to be in a book club, but had to leave because my schedule never lined up with the others. Anyway if Gillian was a sweet littol babey cat he would need to fight the cat of the current president of the book club, and of course he would win, making me de facto the book club president. All hail my presidency, Im sure there will be no corrupt rulings forcing people to read 1000+ page fantasy books forever.

4. If I were to ask you to go to the cabin at the end of the path and slay the princess in the basement, would you perform a magic trick and pull a bunny out of a hat?

Yes of course! I want to make her laugh and make her happy and because everything we think to be true in that place becomes real by the nature of the reality we would both be trapped in, I would use my magic to free her and we would leave hand-in-hand and nothing bad would ever happen again :)

5. Would you consider ending our friendship (no! Not wholesome! No!) (Not even if you were 5 iguanas in a trenchcoat) if a couple of birds right outside your house delivered your package?

Are...are the birds coming to ruin my online friendships? Are they jealous? Well, they can't have my packages, they can't have my tumblr account, and they can't have MY FREEDOM.

I would never fight a bird. But if it came down to it, if needs must, then I would have no choice.

6. If Grian

I would be terrified If Grian. I would hide in my purpose-built anti-mcyt bunker which I have for historic reasons and....well, let's just say it's been very useful for SMPs past (.....DSMP you bastard you were everything and then you were nothing and you hurt me and goddamn it Im still mostly grateful for it).

Anyway see question 5, Grian counts as a bird to me and I would not hesitate.

[ateez-himari]

GQ MAGAZINE; SEGMENT

The Coachella-slaying, multi-language-singing, genre-obliterating members of Ateez are quickly becoming load-bearing stars of our global pop universe.

August 15, 2024

The expensive clothing layered onto the smallest frame in the group depicts an almost untouchable image, yet when the youngest member in question turns around it is pure warmth that decorates doll-like features when greeting the photographers. Himari is often referred to as innocence itself - main rapper Mingi calling her 'angel' several times throughout the shoot - due to radiating happiness in an effortless manner, though it reportedly was not always this simple.

Mental health has long been an avoided topic in the industry even amongst increasing hiatus frequencies, so when the maknae was struggling with heavy depression many remained unaware of her predicament. When asked about the impact of having to fight while keeping up an idol image, she explains that: "At times I couldn't even distinguish which one was the real me, the one who was tired of even having to wake up, or the one smiling at Atiny while performing."

"Even when I was genuinely happy felt like acting." She continues, manicured fingers fidgeting with a golden ring. "It was such a terrifying time in my life, but it helped me realize that there was no merit in pretending to be someone else or hiding my true feelings. Anger, pain, joy, fear, there's not one emotion less valuable than the others so now I feel them as they come along."

Seeing the avoidance in eye contact when talking about this topic I apologize profusely thinking that this might not have been the appropriate route, but she simply laughs before gracing me with one of her beloved cat-like smiles. "In truth I'm very shy." She reassures me. "People often see me as this very assured person because of how I am on stage, but in settings like these I tend to be much more introverted than with people I'm acquainted with."

The group is well known for hypnotizing performances high in energy with four members forming the 'Demon Line', adequately named after the specific type of personas they tend to embody on stage, which she happens to be part of. Conversing with me however is indeed a rather timid young woman, despite the dark makeup making her gaze much more piercing, who does not seem to share any commonalities with the siren witnessed by the audience.

Just when our eye opening conversation comes to an end several members come over to their youngest, praising her gorgeous visuals enhanced through the well chosen outfit. Therein lies another charm of this rapidly rising group, their genuine connections to each other. Being around the same people almost every minute of the year can undoubtedly become tiring yet even during the unit shoot between San, Seonghwa, Jongho and Himari, the atmosphere feels more like a regular poolside hangout than work.

While some poses do seem somewhat awkward between friends - such as Seonghwa holding her against his bare chest as he holds a thumb on her bottom lip - their six years together has built a strong sense of trust and comfort. A comfort that resonates as clear as the youngest's laughter while the older members threaten to throw her into the water, Jongho holding her across his shoulders like she weighs next to nothing.

[....]

Unique artistic expression plays a very large part in building an intriguing image around the group. ATEEZ's captain has lately risen to be a fashion icon due to his experimental style, Mingi has created his own brand with the usage of his iconic 'Fix On', and their youngest creates divine ink paintings, some of which have since been placed as permanent expositions in galleries.

The three of them form something known as the 'Producer Line', and are responsible for creating the group's discography. Himari is also an active producer for other artists of various genres, the most notable being SHINee member, Taemin. The latter, recognized as the second Hand of Midas alongside her brother, BTS member Suga, is currently fast asleep on the changing room couch on their manager's shoulder, surrounded by music sheets written for their Coachella performances.

"When you first meet her, she seems very calm and carefree." Yeosang explains while removing the accessories from her hair. "In truth even being a maknae, she takes on very similar responsibilities to our captain. Her studio is practically a second home at this point, that's how much she works. She doesn't even realize it either so either Yunho or I have to come drive her back to the dorm."

It becomes clear through conversations with the members that their rise from small agency trainees to performers desired by multiple music festivals can be attributed to their hard work. Each have their own style, personalities and defining charms, which makes every stage unique. We can certainly look forward to much more success from these talented artists as they continue to mark the industry.

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[stupid-fucking-storm]

Watched Cinderella’s Castle and had a very underwhelming experience. Review and LONGGG rant under the cut.

Minor spoilers.

First of all, I thought the pacing was really, really bad. I also thought the tone of the story was really weird??

Obviously it’s Starkid, they love putting things in odd tones, but there was not one song or moment that really made me feel anything for these characters. In fact, the most I felt for any of them was Lauren’s throwaway cousin character, who was killed pretty much immediately.

This was not at all the fault of the performers, who were doing The Most with the script they were given. Performance-wise, in fact, it was very good. Aside from Jeff Blim, who honestly made me completely dislike him due to this show. I’m sure he’s a fine guy, but he constantly writes music for his falsetto which he seems very proud of but is …never… on pitch. I’ve grown increasingly bored with his score and lyric writing through Nightmare Time and this show was the embodiment of that.

The absolute worst part of the show was the incessant background music—something they carried over from Nightmare Time as if we enjoyed that. I certainly didn’t, it made Nightmare Time a tough watch for me. Plunky little notes like synth improv, absolutely separate in tone from the dialogue, plague every scene. This is especially bad in the second act to the point that I actively stopped trying to understand or care about the scene because the background music was suggesting that I shouldn’t. Keep in mind this was during what I think was an important exchange between Bryce and Curt’s characters. Honestly, I could not tell you. I don’t watch musicals with subtitles on so I can be surprised by dialogue and make it more akin to watching the performance live. This was a mistake. This was a long stretch of dialogue, too, completely nullified by the dumb background music. I mean, think Nightmare Time improv synth but with none of the recognizable motifs. That’s what it was. For almost the entire show.

As I mentioned, the music was again by Jeff Blim. I was worried when this was announced because of how boring, same, and uninspired his stuff has become, but I wanted to give it a chance. When it was announced as a pop rock musical, I got more pessimistic. I was unfortunately correct.

There are about 2 songs that I enjoyed, and one that was very good for the first 15ish seconds. Almost every song’s tone was completely wrong for the scene/what they were conveying. And not in a fun, we’re-doing-something-unconventional way, which Starkid has done really well in the past.

Angela fucking killed as the stepmother, but her singing range is very limited. Everyone knows this and that’s fine!! I’m begging Jeff to stop writing music for her that’s outside of her range. It’s not like they didn’t know who they would cast. I think it’s been stated that Starkid still have to audition for their roles, but with such a small cast I’m sure Nick/Jeff/Matt have an idea when they’re writing.

Mariah and Lauren did great performances as the stepsisters. I wasn’t expecting Lauren’s elf voice and thought that was a little off the mark. She still slayed, it’s Lauren.

The problem is, these characters had so little depth that none of them really had an arc at all. There was not much for the actors to do or build on to make me care about them. Let me be crystal clear: I LOVE STARKID. Fucking love it. Even I couldn’t give a fuck about anyone’s character in this show but Lauren’s throwaway character and Angela’s villain—and probably mostly because I’ve grown very fond of Angela’s acting and performance recently on Smosh.

I’m not saying anyone did a bad job. They did their best with what they had. My issue is entirely with the writing, the music writing particularly, and the pacing, which was god-awful.

Now, the puppets.

This was the part of the show I was most excited for. Starkid hasn’t done puppets for a while! And I loved the Starship puppets! Horror/weird looking puppets?? Sign me up!

Unfortunately, this also left a lot to be desired. I enjoyed the puppet for Crumb and the frog, and Joey is an especially EXCELLENT puppet actor. But the troll puppets were really lack-luster. Seeing the actresses so clearly beneath them, still in their elegant dresses when they were supposed to be fully these ugly monsters, was very immersion-breaking. Even attaching a dark cloth to them to hide their bodies and a screen over their faces would have done A LOT. This was really disappointing. So was the weird voice effect on Angela’s troll. Only because she was already doing a voice, and it was delayed just long enough for it to be jarring and disrupt my ability to follow what she was saying. (Fyi, I do not have any sort of processing disability or disorder.) Still, her performance was really great and I’m happy to see her in a main role.

I didn’t find James’ character charming or funny, which may be an acting thing or may be a writing thing, I’m not sure. I’ve never been a huge fan of his, and I found his interpretation of the character to be pretty bland and literal. I would have liked to see some hints of a real person under all the crude jokes the prince makes—but this is likely due to writing issues/tone issues.

Curt was great, there was not a lot for him to do. Kim SLAYYYYYYYED her song and it was the only one I really liked. But she did not act in this show and was really underutilized, as probably the most vocally talented person in the cast. JLB was not in this show, which I didn’t realize and was saddened by. I think she would have brought a great energy to it. Jon’s performance was sweet and he was obviously having a good time. Let the man sing more often. Bryce slayyyed the vocals but the acting was ehhh. Again, not a lot of depth. Her whole thing felt really rushed due to writing and pacing. The fact that I can’t remember if anyone else was even in this, without looking, is a little sad.

Overall I’m very disappointed. The tone, pacing, and background score were quite bad. The set design, music, and characterization was bland. The costume design was good—I found myself commenting on the outfits frequently. Some of the puppets were good, others confusing. After watching it, I’m really, really not excited about “The Lands That Are” and am terrified for another Hatchetfield wearing out its welcome.

In conclusion: To watch this for $15 is fine but I’m certainly glad I did not fly to see this in person, which I had considered doing. I will always support Starkid, but if they keep hiring Jeff for the music, I am going to continue the decline in passion I have for it, which started when Nightmare Time did. I’m hoping that they’re able to mix the background music to non-existent or extremely quiet in the YouTube version after enough feedback, and that the next musical is more inspired and—GOD—not fucking pop rock again.

[setacin]

Asphodel

A k!pyro send-off, and an alternate ending to his s3ep4. What if instead of being able to rest, he was forced to reckon with his actions? warning for major character death (2025 words)

“No more,” Pyro swung his glaive to fend off Rae and Clown.

“It’s all led to this,” he backed away from them, inching ever closer to the pillar, and farther away from anything that could get between him and his goal. 

���Why did you have to make things be this way? Why did you have to ruin it all?”

“This is the only way that things can truly end.”

As he ran towards the floating gem holding up the nether and tackled it to the ground, the whole nether began to shake. 

The whispers surrounding him grew louder. The voices overlapped with one another, muttering about the end of the nether, about the souls that were sure to result from their actions, about how Pyro was doing exactly what he was meant to be doing. 

He had always lived life with his head held high, his pride as a Wastewalker driving him forward. But something had changed, hadn’t it? He had felt the gentle caress of death as he lay on the ground in that cave. He knew what it felt like to want to die. He had faced his honorable defeat as a warrior and yet something had prevented him from moving on. 

Pyro’s hands began to shake, though he was unsure if it was due to the ground, the withers, or simply the gratification of the perfect execution of his plan. Those that he had used to consider his allies, his enemies, his friends, all reduced to nothing more than ants beneath him, scurrying towards the sweet taste of survival. He would crush them all. Finally taking his revenge on Clown for humiliating him not so long ago. He would take everything from him, even if it meant that he lost himself in the process. 

He hadn’t known that the actions he had so thoughtlessly performed at only 15 would have set him on this path. That killing that wither and taking its head for a trophy would impact him even now. That even with all that he had done in the last few years, his fate was already sealed.

Even if he could go back and warn his younger self of the consequences of slaying that wither, would it have changed the course of history? Or would he have charged in just the same, believing that he was above the warning of the withered specter that he had yet to become. 

He took a step forward.

“At last, this realm’s misery will finally end.” 

Pieces of the ceiling fell down, crashing into the lava below. The walls began to crumble, clouds of dust and debris rising over the blackstone floor. The pillar had been toppled- the nether roof no longer had any supports. The nether would be crushed by the ceiling, and now there was no one left to stop it. The sense of something looming behind him grew stronger than ever before.

One of his glaives fell to the floor, the sharp sound of metal hitting the floor drowned out by the low rumble of falling stone. 

“No more wars, no more suffering, no more death.”

He could just barely see a flash of black and bright blue out of the corner of his eye. The faint rattling of bones joined the chorus of whispers, all chattering in anticipation of the nether’s imminent destruction. 

How could the other Wastewalkers not see the grand plans laid so easily at their feet, the obvious solution for the problems that had been plaguing the nether since the dawn of civilization? 

“Every living soul finally released.”

He barely noticed his other glaive joining the first on the floor, staring up instead at the last moments of the temple. The glow from the wither’s eyes was almost blinding, the voices now deafening as they reveled in the power flooding towards them from those that had already been killed by the collapsing roof. 

“Finally, we’re free.”

Even as his world crashed down around him, it felt like a weight had finally been lifted from his shoulders. No longer would he need to lead those around him- he had played his part and he had played it well. No longer would Clown be able to rule the nether and exploit its citizens. No longer would he have to look into his allies’ eyes and see reflected in them all the ways that he had failed. 

“I’m… free.”

He took a final gasping breath as he was crushed under the weight of the world. A fitting fate for any legend, to be immortalized in stone. 

His eyes closed, and all was silent. 

—

It was just like last time. He felt the strength leave his body, an almost painful coldness setting in to all of his limbs. There was no more fighting anymore. However, unlike last time there were no voices, no tether to the material world to drag him back from the brink. The wither was gone. The pressure of the roof no longer weighed on him, the netherian smell of metal, fire, and smoke faded away along with his warmth. 

His consciousness drifted. Was this all that awaited wastewalkers after death? A dark, cold nothingness? 

Maybe he was no longer a Wastewalker to the world. He had forsaken their creed, their oath, their bond as Wastewalkers. And for what? A twisted sense of revenge? The desire to single-handedly make any sort of impact on the world? 

Some legacy this would be, not the savior of the nether but its executioner. 

For the first time since he had been saved from the brink of death, his mind was empty of the wither’s murmuring voice in his ears. He had gotten so used to its suggestions, to the information that it provided him during his 6 months in the void that he had almost forgotten what this felt like. With his mind fully to himself for once, he began to regret. 

Had it really been worth it, the cleansing of Clown’s influence at the cost of the innocent people of the nether? He had fed the voices that cried for revenge, only for the wither to be crushed just the same as everyone else. The rest of the Wastewalkers had died for their sense of justice, but Pyro couldn’t say the same about himself. 

And what of those that he had left behind? Of Rae, who he had watched over for years; of Kae, who was just now learning how to heal; of Ash, who had only just discovered himself? He thought he might have seen them get out alive at least. Hopefully his death will hurt less than how they saw him twist and warp under the wither’s influence in life. Hopefully Sushi and Nirox could find it in themselves to forgive him for pulling them back from beyond the grave. 

There was something grating at the edge of his consciousness though, a faint sound of rustling, like wind through a wheat field. Distracting him from his reflection, the sound drew him in, quickly joined by a sweet floral smell that he couldn’t quite place. 

It seemed to be getting closer, louder, and-

—

Pyro opened his eyes. 

All that met him was a world in various shades of dull grey, the sky a shifting haze devoid of color. As he lay on the ground, the feeling returned to his limbs, though the piercing cold never left. He moved one of his fingers ever so slowly, working his way through the rest of his body until managed to sit up. 

 His hand shook as he lifted two fingers to his neck to check his pulse. Nothing. He let out a sigh. 

Slowly rising to his feet, Pyro took inventory of his surroundings. A field of white flowers stretched as far as the eye could see, a faint breeze blowing a few of the petals around. His whole body ached. 

The stalks of the white flowers varied in height, with most reaching to around his shoulders, with others coming up only to his knees, or stretching up a few inches above the top of his head. 

The sharp grey stones that seemed to make up the ground crunched underfoot as Pyro stepped towards the closest plant, one of the smaller ones. As he knelt down, he held his breath, hand stretching out to touch the flower, fingers lightly making contact.

“Mom, I’m scared,” a faint voice whispered through the breeze. “I don’t want to die.”

Pyro stumbled backwards, the rocks on the ground digging into his hands as he looked around for the source of the voice. Fear washed over him, an emotion not entirely his own. Who was this person?

He reached out to one of the other nearby plants with trembling hands. 

“We could have had a life together,” the flower cried to him, like a confession. 

Something clenched in Pyro’s chest as the feeling of longing threatened to overwhelm him. He choked out a sob as he looked at the vast expanse of white flowers that stretched out in every direction. 

He sat there for a few minutes, losing himself in the memories that were being shared with him. His hand laid gently upon one of the flowers, as this person’s last moments flashed out before him. A sound like rolling thunder interrupting their work, a massive boulder crashing through one of the walls of their commune, the sound of screams as more stone began to fall. Their lover rushing towards them only to fall victim to the crumbling of the nether. They still had their whole life ahead of them, until they didn’t. 

These were the souls of the people killed when the nether roof fell. 

His breathing ragged, and face streaked with tears, Pyro gritted his teeth together and picked himself back up off the ground. 

He made his way, one foot after the other, into the fields, running his hands along the flower stalks on either side of him. 

“This way! It’s safer over here!” They told him.

“I’ll protect you, don’t worry,” came the voice of a father. 

“Our home…” another cried.

Their dying moments, their final wishes, their final words. All spoken to him without the knowledge that he was the one that had put them here. He had caused this. It was up to him to remember them all; he was Atlas, and this was his new burden to bear. 

The fields seemed to stretch on forever, Pyro attempting to snap himself back to attention every time the cries started to blend into each other, becoming a tapestry of sound, an elegy to what could have been. 

“Watch out!” came a desperate voice. 

“Mom, Dad, I’m sorry,” a young soldier mumbled under their breath, an unwilling soldier in Clown’s army.

“Katie! Katie, where are you!” called a mother. 

A wave of exhaustion set over Pyro as he heard story after story, soaked in their grief, their anger, their despair. All while the sickly sweet scent of the flowers floated through the air. He needed to keep going though, to push through and atone to these people for his actions. Despite how the wither had managed to cloud his judgement, it was still his hands to blame. 

He paused for a second, and looked behind him. The path that he had traveled was indistinguishable from any other direction. He was dwarfed by the sheer scale of the fields of flowers before him. Funny, how a man who had spent his last moments regarding himself as greater than those around him was reduced to nothing more than the ant that he had envisioned the others to be. 

He would keep walking, keep listening. As long as it took to get through the field, he would do it. 

The white flowers rustled in the breeze, as if acknowledging that vow. Breathing in, he finally placed that sweet smell that pervaded the air around him. 

Asphodel. That’s what the flowers were. Maybe one day he would be allowed to join them, too, to finally be able to rest. He was a Wastewalker, he was Pyroscythe. And for once, he needed to bring honor to that name.