#welsh names ftw

[highqueenofprydain]

New Fic Sneak Peek

The first chapter of that Angharad/Geraint Prydain prequel I’m working on. I’m nearly halfway through, but not going to start posting in earnest until I get it finished. I don’t even have a title yet. Consider this a teaser. 

“I have sea foam in my veins; I understand the language of the waves.” 

~Jean Cocteau

“There’s been another slide.”

The words were delivered through pale lips that set themselves in a flat, thin line when they were done. The messenger who brought them kept his eyes averted, downturned, as though unwilling to witness the reaction to them.

He need not have feared it. Angharad, darting a quick, perceptive glance toward her mother, saw the queen’s chest rise and fall once, heavily, but Regat’s carved-marble face remained impassive, her dark eyes unreadable. When she spoke, her voice did not waver. “Where?”

The man’s gaze flickered a little up and vaguely toward the left, still carefully avoiding that of his monarch.  “The eastern coast, at the village of Llamorset.” He swallowed. “It happened in the night. Half a dozen cottages were lost; six families, along with their livestock, while they slept. Twenty-three in all. They recovered two bodies on the beach this morning; children.”

Angharad sucked in her breath, but Regat still made no indication of distress. “Did the seawall afford no protection?”

“The wall was taken, your Majesty, from its north end, two-thirds along. You know that Llamorset had built right up to it.” He shut his mouth suddenly and took half a step backwards, as though he had said more than he meant. “It...the entire slope crumbled from below. They are evacuating the remaining houses at the edge.”

“Thank you.” Queen Regat waved him away. “We  shall see to the rebuilding of the wall, and to the relief of those misplaced. I shall send an emissary to assess the needs tomorrow. You may go.”

The man looked taken aback, and wavered a moment. He glanced in Angharad’s direction; she chewed at the insides of her cheeks, and gave him a curt nod. Not until he had bowed himself out and the heavy oak door had shut on his heels did she speak, turning to the queen indignantly.

“Mother. To send him away with no other message?”

“What would you have me tell him?” Regat, bending over the herbs in whose processing they had been interrupted, picked up mortar and pestle as though their weight had doubled. Now that the interloper was gone, weariness and grief were evident in her face and bearing, but her voice was hard. “When the people persist, against all advisement, on building up to the very cliff edges, there will be loss.”

“They’re blaming us for it,” Angharad countered, “for not outright forbidding the building at the edge. For not opening up the interior for settling when they asked, two years ago. You know they are. He almost said it.”

“It is well for him that he did not,” Regat murmured, darkly.

Angharad fell silent, warned by the tone, and attended to the bunches of dried lavender in her hands, snipping the ties and shaking the pale gray-purple buds into the parchment spread on the table. She scooped them into a pile, breathed in the scent to calm herself, steadying her will before she spoke again. “You could have at least assured him that we are seeking the cause.”

She could hear the frown in her mother’s voice. “That would only serve to confirm the fears. Better the people believe the disasters are natural.”

“No one believes that, even when they are natural,” Angharad muttered, throwing the empty stems to the side and drumming the tabletop with her fingertips. “They come up with rubbish about angry gods and bad omens and witchcraft.”

“Who is to say?” A note of humor crept into the queen’s severe tone. “Even the most outrageous legends spring from seeds of truth. It is hardly just, daughter, for you to sit in this chamber, doing what we do, and find fault in anyone for believing in witchcraft.” She tapped the pestle resolutely on the edge of the mortar, as though shaking off public opinion. “Still, until we know the truth of the matter, it is best to make no statement at all, for I will not speak comforting lies. Let them believe what they will, for now.”

She selected a container from the array of clay pots, glass vials, and parchment packets displayed on a nearby shelf, scraped the contents from the mortar into it, and settled it carefully in its place. “We need sweet grass. And ormer - good Llyr!” The queen held up an empty basket in disgust. “How have we run so low on ormer?”

“I think Oren has been taking it to make jewelry for that new initiate,” Angharad answered, biting back a chuckle. “And you stopped sending him and Manawydd to the south shore, remember?”

Regat sniffed at mention of her nephews. “They were always coming back with fish heads and broken scallops; nothing the least bit useful. Never send an acolyte to do an enchantress’s job, remember that.” Her own mouth twitched. “New initiate, is it? She’d be better off learning her rituals than flirting with Oren. Why is he even allowed into the grove? Arianrhod makes too many allowances for him. I knew it would be trouble when she bore sons instead of daughters. I shall speak to them both.”

Angharad smothered a smile. “May you have more luck than I did. I already told him he should look elsewhere for his amusement.” She hesitated. “Let me go to the beach for supplies. I’ve not been out in ages. Not for the last two months.”

Regat looked at her levelly, heard all she did not say. “Yes, you have been as confined as our guest, in your way. I never heard anyone make more fuss about a perfectly ordinary pregnancy. But Teleria has always been difficult.”

Angharad winced. “It’s not Teleria’s fault,” she said wearily, feeling mildly defensive on her cousin’s behalf. “I mean, yes, she can be rather…but she was so uncomfortable, you know, at the end, I couldn’t blame her. She’s far more agreeable now she’s got the baby to distract her, and Branwen says they’re both doing so well they can travel back to Mona in a week or two. But…yes, I’ve felt rather…confined.”

She rolled the lavender under her fingertips absently, staring out the nearby casement. The view from the tower spread beneath. Her island: green, verdant, streaked in purple heather over rolling hills broken by crags and cliffs of dark stone, it spread to the dark line of water that surrounded it on all sides, the ever-shifting sea whose thundering breath was, even from this distance, dimly audible. Low-hanging clouds quilted the sky in soft grey. A stone's throw away, a pair of gulls floated upon the breeze, crying to each other in their lonely tongue.

Abruptly Angharad folded the parchment around the herb and slid the packet into an empty space on the shelf. “All this…ill news. Reports of one thing after another, all coming here, all expecting us to do something.” Trying to hide it from everyone, she added silently to herself, wondering what her opinionated cousin would say if she knew she’d given birth in an atmosphere of so much trouble. Teleria, thank goodness, was less observant than she was outspoken. “Sometimes I think word of one more disaster will make the whole castle…crumble. Like the cliffs.” She grimaced. “I am restless. I want to get out.” The thought of the coastline - waves rushing upon the sand and black rock, the gulls crying overhead - pulled suddenly at her throat, tightening it. “I can go and be back by this evening.”

Regat stepped into the shaft of light from the open window and gazed silently upon her daughter for a moment, sadness playing over her face, softening its hard lines. “I remember what it was to be your age, and in your position. I wish I could tell you that restlessness would cease, that one day you will suddenly awaken joyful at your lot. But I cannot. It is the burden we bear.” She stopped herself, and turned away.

Angharad, stunned at such unwonted empathy from her mother, stood motionless for a moment, watching as Regat, in her turn, gazed out the window, surveying the land that she ruled. The queen’s fingers tightened upon the casement sill before one hand let go, waving dismissively toward her daughter without looking at her. “Angharad. Go. Enjoy what freedom you have, while it remains to you.”

The princess hesitated, then curtsied, and hurried from the chamber.

She wasted no time. Regat rarely exercised such lenience and she meant to take full advantage. She waylaid a page on the way to her chambers, sending him to the stables with orders to have her horse prepared, and cantered down a long hallway, distracted by anticipatory thoughts of the seaside.

Her lady-in-waiting, a slim, pretty girl close to her own age, was sitting quietly with an embroidery basket at her feet when Angharad arrived in her rooms, ordering breathlessly, “Elen, quick. Help me change. I’m going out for the day.”

“Out!” Elen rose, laying down her handwork, and hopped over the basket lightly. “It’s about time. Killing yourself moping about inside, that’s what you’ve been. Where to?” Her skilled fingers worked quickly at the laces at her lady’s back, adept with long practice.

“South shore,” the princess murmured, jerking at her long sleeves, eager and impatient.

“Stop that,” Elen ordered. “I’m not done; you’ll rip the seams. How’d you manage to get out of the council this afternoon?”

“I don’t know,” Angharad admitted. “Mother’s not let me miss one in ages - especially now with all that’s been happening.”

“All the quakes?”

“Mm. And the rumors from inland. Strange beasts sighted. Screaming in the night. Sheep slaughtered.”

“Nursery tales,” Elen scoffed.

“Some of it, maybe. But sheep are being mauled. Deformed fish in the harbor. Red tide. Even that storm a fortnight ago. We lost a ship.” Angharad turned to the silver-backed glass that hung by the door, and frowned at her reflection.

“Your face will freeze like that if the wind changes,” Elen quipped saucily, quoting their old governess while her reflection grinned at Angharad’s over her shoulder. “There’ve always been storms, even bad ones. People have short memories when they’re afraid. The sea gives and he takes away; such it’s always been. There, pull that off.”

Angharad wriggled out of her long gown and stood in her shift while Elen folded it carefully, and then dug in her trunk for apparel more suitable for the outdoors. “I hope you’re not wanting me to come,” Elen remarked dubiously.

“No. I know how you hate riding.” Angharad poked her head through the top of a long, loose linen tunic and grinned. “I want to be alone, anyhow.”

“Take a cloak,” Elen ordered. “It’s me the queen will blame if you fall ill, going out with your arms bare like that. You’re going swimming, aren’t you?” She raised a suspicious, accusatory eyebrow.

“What do you think?” Angharad pulled another face. “It’s a hot day. But I’ll take a cloak to appease you.” She belted her tunic and pulled on her boots, tucking a small dagger into a pocket at her calf.

“I suppose it’s useless to tell you to be careful,” Elen said. She brandished a shell-toothed comb. “You’re not still for a blessed minute. Sit down so I can braid.”

“Oh, don’t bother.” Angharad waved her off. “I’ll do it on the way. I want to get on.”

“You will not. You’re going to go out all streaming like that. It’ll be impossible when you come back,” the girl moaned. “Wild and full of salt.”

“I’ll wash it, just for you, and without complaining - that should please you, shouldn’t it?”

“Any port in a storm,” Elen muttered darkly, then added, “Are you going in to see Teleria before you go?”

Angharad groaned. “I suppose I should. She’ll be offended if I don’t visit every day. How many times can you pretend to admire a baby who doesn’t do anything yet?”

“At least you have a reason to make it short.” Elen smirked, her grey eyes dancing. “Don’t let her start talking about the labor again or you’ll never get away.”

“Branwen says birth stories are a rite of passage.” Angharad threw on a woolen cloak, buckled a leather pouch by its long strap over her shoulder, and took up a small golden ball from her bedside table, tucking it into a pocket of her tunic. “But if I ever tell one as much as Teleria does, you have my permission to stuff a stocking in my mouth. There, I’m off. I’ll be back before dark.”

“Enjoy yourself.” Elen straightened her cloak and pulled her in to kiss her cheek. Angharad returned her embrace distractedly, and turned down the hall once more, heading to the east wing.

The nursery doors were open and she could hear, a full fifty paces before she reached it, the lusty cries of a healthy newborn and the authoritative voice of the head midwife. Good. With Branwen there it would be easier to get away quickly.

“But he just ate,” Teleria was saying, as Angharad paused in the doorway. The young mother was sitting up on a couch near an open window, propped upon cushions and wrapped in blankets, and submitting, despite her protests, to the midwife’s wrestling of a squalling, red-faced bundle into the proper position for nursing. Two ladies’ maids hovered anxiously in the background.

“He’s growing. He can’t have too much.” Branwen took no nonsense from anyone, noble or not, especially fractious infants. Her capable hands turned the child’s head toward his mother’s breast, popping it into place when he took another breath to scream. Instantly there was silence, broken only by a sigh of relief from Teleria. “If you’d done that when he first started in to whimper,” Branwen admonished, “he’d have latched much easier.”

Angharad coughed and both looked up. Teleria beamed. “Oh, Angharad! It’s good to see you. I wondered if - oh, do cover that window, Gwynneth, there’s a draft - you’d come today.”

“Not for too long, though, I take it.” Branwen looked the princess over shrewdly. “What’s this getup, milady? Where are you gadding off to?”

“I’m for the shore,” Angharad crossed to the couch, pausing to embrace the midwife. Branwen’s massive, middle-aged figure combined strength with softness; arms that had caught and cradled hundreds of babies enveloped her affectionately. She smelled of raspberry leaves and fenugreek and milk; like safety and warmth. “We need supplies for the full moon, and I want some fresh air.”

Branwen glanced sideways at Teleria and knowingly back to Angharad, her lined face creasing in a faint, sardonic smile.  “So I imagine. Bring me back vervain if you find any.”

“How lovely to get out for a bit,” Teleria sighed, looking wistful. Her plump face was rosy and healthy, but there were weary circles under her eyes, and her pale braids were tousled as though her hair had not been brushed in days. “Perhaps once I get a night’s sleep again…”

“Don’t expect that for some time yet,” Branwen interrupted, handing her a steaming cup.

Angharad sat carefully at the edge of the couch. “How’s wee Rhun today?”she asked, reaching for the baby’s tiny hand which, having escaped his swaddling, waved about aimlessly in the air. The little pink digits closed around her forefinger and clutched it.

Teleria radiated pride. “Look how clever!” she cooed. “Already holding things! He’s a strong boy. Just like his father.”

Angharad bit back the comment that all babies did this, and lit upon the topic presented. “Have you heard from Rhuddlum yet?” Word had been sent of the birth immediately, of course, to the royal family on Mona, but the child had been born just before the storm a fortnight ago, and there was a chance the messenger had been lost in it.

“Oh, yes. Just yesterday!” exclaimed Teleria. “The courier arrived after the tempest; blown off course, you know, and had to travel back once they - ouch! don’t scratch so, child, dear me, what claws - came to the mainland. He’s transcendent, of course. So thrilled to have a son. The whole family crowing about the next heir to the crown. You know how the men are over there.” She laughed tolerantly at the patrilineal excitement of her homeland kin. Branwen grunted faint disapproval.

“I’m glad he’s doing well,” Angharad said, prying her finger loose from the baby’s grip. The child had nursed himself to sleep; his bald round head eased itself back until his mouth relaxed and gaped open, dribbling milk into the folds of his neck. Teleria giggled fondly and dabbed at it with a handful of her shift, and his pale blue eyes opened slightly and rolled back into his head before the lids closed again.

“Yes,” Teleria sighed. “Very well. Of course he was so big and healthy, it’s to be expected. But I declare, I never thought he’d come. Those last few days I thought I’d burst - oh, I’ve spilt my tea, hand me the towel, would you dear - no, not that! That’s a wet nappy - but I knew, somehow, that morning, that it would be the day. But you’re not leaving yet?”

“I must, I think.” Angharad rose, feigning reluctance. “I need enough time to find what we need. I only popped in to let you know why I couldn’t visit long today.” She bent and kissed Teleria, and then the baby’s velvety head. The warm, acrid newborn scent tingled through her senses, strange and compelling. Branwen always said the smell of a baby’s head was as potent a drug as anything in the herbals.

“Well, do be careful,” Teleria clucked anxiously. “It isn’t natural, a girl alone, going out all by yourself, traipsing the countryside. They’d never allow it at home.”

“This is my home,” Angharad said, rather shortly. “I’ve nothing to fear from it. Take care. Get your rest.”

She embraced Branwen again and escaped before Teleria could say anything else.

Tan, her chestnut mare, was saddled, bridled and waiting at the stable; the grooms, eyes averted, saluted her as she mounted, crossing their wrists over their hearts in the gesture of respect due her rank. She barely saw them; barely saw the guards who did the same as they rolled open the castle gates for her; her eyes were on the sky and the dark wedge of blue nestled in the green arms of the horizon. Gulls screamed overhead like heralds. Angharad laid her heels in the horse’s flanks, clamped her knees to its sides. The salt air filled her streaming hair as the turf melted away beneath flying hooves.

[likesomekindofcheese]

Hello! @spiceyspideyme  sent in a ship via Messanger and here is my response!

Hi, will you please do a ship for me with a Marvel/Queen/BoRhap guy (you can just pick one if you'd like). I'm 5'4'', have long brown hair and blue eyes. I have peaked on the Nerd-o-meter multible times (can best be described as the ultimate Ravenclaw) but i also LOVE danger and anything stupid. I'm driven by comedy (a Chandler if i may) and old music, rock, rap, jazz, anything. I dance ballet, play saxophone and skate. I love movies, especially action (Marvel ftw) and to sew costumes. I'm also a libra :)

Hello there! Thanks for messaging and I’ll do all three, I hope you are doing safe and well!

For Marvel, I ship you with...

Peter Parker!!!

You are both Ravenclaw nerds, you hype him up about whatever science project or discovery he is getting into and he gets excited about your interests too! You are each other's cheerleader!

Though you are both smart, you both have enough “dumbass” energy to get into danger and fun, sometimes you even accompany Peter on a mission for your smarts and bravery- you two become quite a team!

Even though this means Tony Stark has to be the chaperone and dad, if you too start kissing, he will have a hawk-eye. He’d be like Hopper in the third season of Stranger Things “Door three inches open, kids!”

It also means Peter is very protective of you. He gave you a special thing on your phone to alert him when you were in trouble. And Lord helps the person or villain who puts you in danger. There was even one time when Doc Octopus was around on a bus and then you walked up and went “hello! :)” Oddly calm and happy.

And Doctor Octopus went “Wait....aren’t you dating Spider-Man!”

And you just said “yup!” with the most chipper smile and immediately BOOM! Spider-Man burst in and whopped Doc Oc’s butt.

Peter adores your blue eyes and it sometimes distracts him and he knocks into something while web-swinging.

But you can always cheer him up after and get him a band-aid! :)

For Queen, I ship you with...

Roger Taylor!!!

Like you, Roger is a mix of deep, actual intelligence with dumbass energy, making you both a firecracker of a couple!

Speaking of which, he adores your intelligence and your nerdy passion. You are surprised by some of the conversations you both have! He says he doesn’t like “stupid” girls, but smart girls.

Besides, he thinks from your brown hair to your blue eyes, that you are an absolute doll!

He was very surprised when he found out you did ballet and then when he came to a rehearsal/lesson to observe, he noticed the sheer physical power of it and it wasn’t just princesses in tutus! He appreciated it a lot more since then and admires that about you!

You both love to go out shopping and looking at clothes for dates. Since you sew, you notice all those details and then he adds on, bc he loves clothes too! You both become that fashionable couple!

He may or may not have let you play Saxophone for a video or song he wrote!

Plus, you both enjoy evenings in his car, listening to old music you both adore, singing along, and sometimes holding hands.

Now for our BohRap guys, I ship you with...

Gwilym Lee!!

First off, Gwil may look like the calm intellect but he’s a Saggitarius, so he has some spark and chaos in him, and since you’re a Libra, you both work together and have some hilarious times laughing together. 

He loves to watch you skate, though when he first tried it, he fell and landed on his tush and got near to breaking his arm (like his dad Brian May did!) but it meant you got to save him and make sure he was alright. He doesn’t mind being babied sometimes! (heh heh)

He loves to call you all sorts of sweet Welsh names of affection: cariad, annwyl,  cyw, etc.

Often times, at night when you are both about to fall asleep, you both will read to each other and even have a small book club.

He misses it so much when he has to film for a long time somewhere else. So he will bring his books and tell you what he thinks or read to you over the phone as you both relax and have a drink or snack on something via Skype.

Though when he comes back, he wraps you into the biggest bear hug and picks you up, almost crying.

Then you both stay at home, basically living in your living room watching movies. Preferably Marvel movies, and he always shouts “YES!!!” when the villain gets punched in the face.

[planetary-bound-star]

Write the Words; Write the Intro

Hi, everyone!  I’m Wander and I’m new to the BuJoBlr / LangBlr / StudyBlr communities so I figured I’d introduce myself now that I’m all setup and posting things regularly.  

ABOUT ME

Non-Binary / Genderfluid

Singular They / Them Pronouns

Super Senior at SFSU; B.A. by May

Creative Writing / Music Double-Major

Considering, but Undecided on Grad School

ADHD Hobbit, Ravenclaw w/ Slytherin Tendancies, Introvert, INFP

C-PTSD, Chronic Depression, & Social Anxiety Diagnosed

Nomby to a Rescue Shih-Tzu named Frodo

THE WHY

Why a BuJoBlr? 

Because I have ADHD so it’s difficult to get / stay organized.  

Because I used to love to draw & I’d like to get back into it.

Because my brain doesn’t work like most other peoples’ in such a way that it makes ordinary organizational options unworkable for me.

Why a LangBlr?

Because mi madre forbade me and mi hermanos from learning Spanish when we were young.

Because mi abuela is getting close to the age her parents were when they passed & she sometimes forgets I only understand a little Spanish.

Because I’m learning a language on the older side & I can use all the help I can get.

Why a StudyBlr?

Because I need help with motivation.

Because I’m in my final two semesters of school, I’m tired, I’m a little burnt out, organization isn’t my strong point, & I don’t want to blow it.

Because I’m a first generation college student in my family & the only one who values education in any form, making this an unusually lonesome journey & I need to reach out before I sink.

Because I need some accountability now that burnout is a thing.

FALL ‘19 CLASSES

Beginning Running (1 Credit; Activity-Based)

Modern Musicianship (3 Credits; Theory Class)

Thought & Image: Images of Otherness (3 Credits; Humanities Class)

Professional Editing (3 Credits; English Class; Online)

Business of Acting (3 Credits; Theatre Class; Counts Towards Music Major; Online)

OTHER INTERESTS

I adore cute animals; some of my faves include axolotls, dogs, foxes, owls, and stingrays.  I may post these when I feel I need a cute thing in my life that day.

I’m a huge ocean & outer space geek, & can often get lost in a google search or while sketching one or both of these subjects.

I love singing, reading, writing, going on adventures, travelling (though I get to do very little of this one), watching movies, and making themed playlists with descriptive names (my most recent being Le Cirque Macabre).  

I practice yoga & HIIT, I’m new to long-distance running (ZombiesRUN! FTW), & I love dancing & swimming when I can get to a studio or a pool. (FitBlr likely to come later...) 

I watch way too much T.V. & YouTube.

I play too many hours of videogames: faves include Hollow Knight & Hob.

Once I master Spanish, I very much want to learn Gaelic & Welsh because I think they’re lovely.  ♥

INSPIRATIONAL BUJOBLRS / LANGBLRS / STUDYBLRS

@endymionstudies, @starrystvdy, @saturno-studies, @studywmmotivation, @spanishahora, @spanishsecondlanguage, @classical-dyke, @autumnal-student, @the-literaryowl, @espressostudyrepeat, @meowtxx, @goodvibestudying, @cujostudies, @books-and-cookies, @the-brave-studyblr, @nerdatuni, @bestudy

Thanks for reading and I hope you all have super lovely days!  ♥

[galarssteel]

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻

repost, don’t reblog !

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

FULL NAME.   Samar Camden Rose

NICKNAME(S). Rose, Chairman, but call him Sam if you wanna piss him off.

GENDER.  Male

HEIGHT.    5′8″ / 172.72 cm

AGE.  40

ZODIAC.    Aquarius

SPOKEN LANGUAGES.   Galarian, Welsh ( very basic ), Sinnohan ( in the learning process )

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

HAIR COLOR.    Black

EYE COLOR.  Vivid green ( #26A330 )

SKIN TONE.    Tan

BODY TYPE.    Dad bod ftw. Still pretty strong though, but doesn’t have many defined muscles.

VOICE.  Kinda like Adam Croasdell?? We’ll see if I find a better vc, though. 

DOMINANT  HAND.    Rightie!

POSTURE. Constantly straight, no matter what. He feels bad if he slouches. Thanks dad.

SCARS.    He’s got a few up and down his arms from playing with Tomoe, but none too serious. He’s also got a small one on his back, from... something. He refuses to say what.

TATTOOS. None!

BIRTHMARKS. He has one on his stomach. It’s slightly darker then the rest of his skin, and is just kind of a blob. 

MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S).  His left ear piercing, and his vibrant eyes. 

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 !

PLACE OF BIRTH.  The old Wyndon, built by his father.

HOMETOWN.   Wyndon

SIBLINGS.    None, that he knows of.

PARENTS.    Mom, and a Dad he doesn’t talk about. 

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 !

OCCUPATION.  Chairman of the Galar League, and CEO of Macro Cosmos

CURRENT RESIDENCE.  A Penthouse Apartment in Wyndon

CLOSE FRIENDS. Sian ( @dexentries )

RELATIONSHIP STATUS. Single as hell

FINANCIAL STATUS.  As upper class as it gets.

DRIVER’S LICENSE.  Yes.

VICES. The spiritual vice of despair.

𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !

SEXUAL ORIENTATION.    Closeted Bisexual

PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE.  what is this??

LOVE LANGUAGE.  Actions over words. His verbal flirtation skills are horrific, so he sticks to little romantic gestures like getting coffee or planning a reservation for dinner, rather then saying it out loud. 

RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES.  He’s very protective of whoever he chooses to love, due to never having had someone like that before, and just generally being protective of those he cares about.

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 !

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG.  GIVE ME ROSE THEME OR GIVE ME DEATH HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. Pokemon battles, designing new buildings, doodling in general.

MENTAL ILLNESSES. undiagnosed Chronic Insomnia and untreated Generalized Anxiety 

PHYSICAL ILLNESSES.    NONE

PHOBIAS.  Legendaries, not being good enough, and being forgotten.

SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL. Post Eternatus, not great in the slightest. He can fake it pretty well, but he always has that feeling that he’s not doing enough, or doing something wrong.

[silverderp098]

Rules: Answer 20 questions then tag 20 (give or take) followers you wanna get to know better!

Tagged by: Stole it from @terminalvelocityau

Name: Y'all should know it by now

Nickname: Silver, Gabs, Gaby (actually a nickname but I prefer to be called this)

Height: Short af

Nationality: South African/Portuguese/Welsh

Favorite Fruit: Litchees (dunno how tf to spell it)

Favorite Season: Winter

Favorite Smell: Mint or anything sweet

Favorite Color(s): Silver

Favorite Animal: Foxes+hedgies

Tea, Coffee, Hot Cocoa: Tea

Average Hours of Sleep: Depends on if I had a Monster before bed -w-

Dogs or Cats: Dogs ftw

Dream Trip: Basically anywhere I can get merch of my fandoms -3-

When my blog was created: Not sure tbh

# of Followers: 305 and getting smaller every day TwT

Random Fact: I loooove pretty much anything minty.

Favorite Food: Fries/hot chips FTW

Favorite TV show: Don't really have one atm cuz I rarely watch TV anymore

Favorite Movie: Not sure

Favorite Vine: Waaaay too many to choose from

Sexuality: Ace/Aro (not sure yet)

Gender: Girl

Favorite Book Series: Cathy Cassidy's "Chocolate Box Girls"

Favorite Video Game(s): For Sonic: Sonic Boom Shattered Crystal (send hate about it I fockin dare ya) In general: not sure.. probably Undertale

Favorite Subject: English+ CAT (computers)

Favorite Fandom(s): Sonic the Hedgehog, Undertale, My Little Pony, Night in the Woods

Favorite Superhero: None

Guys or Girls: Dunno yet

Celebrity crush: Never had one

Last time I cried: Almost on Thursday

Hair Color: Dark-ish brown

Eye Color: Hazel

What Should I Be Doing: Making notes for LO mock exam on Monday Xp

Tagging 20 people: Just steal it, okay? Just.. Just steal it.

[ms-th-brds]

21, 36 and 58, I'm really curious

omg these ones actually stressed me out a little lol

21. obsession from childhood?

i definitely kind of repressed any interests from my childhood and i dont remember how much i was obsessed w this but definitely the barbie movies. esp like, the fairytopia movies (mermaidia ftw💖💖), swan lake, princess and the pauper, etc. they were fantastic and i think they still hold up. 

i even had a bibble toy!!! (obsessed w bibble)

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

that’s such a great question. literally no clue lol. probably like, one of those really long tumblr chains where people would post grainy photos of themselves doing things with increasing levels of complexity. (like, the one w the boys chillin, or the one w fedoras or sth like that.) (do those count as memes?)

also i wanna know what the answer to this question is for everyone else so y’all should lmk

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

ahhh holy shit. uh. okay. i can crochet real well, i can solve a rubik’s cube in under a minute (unless its like, a really stiff cube. bc then i honestly might not be able to solve it at all lol). i can pronounce the name of that welsh town (you know the one). (is that a talent?) and i’m good at math. (math in general, but i’m especially good at algebra)

[eldritch-elrics]

a tag meme thing

tagged by @sugar-n-tea ! wow i do a lot of these

rules: answer the q’s and tag a few!

name: finley

nickname: fin/finn

fav color: bright green

average hours of sleep: ~9 or 10 maybe

last thing i googled: an image search for “hamlet 2009”

number of blankets slept with: 1

fav character: fluellen from henry v

fav book: hamlet!

fav band/music artists: i’m gonna say sŵnami (welsh rock ftw)

blog created: a year and a half ago? maybe?

follower count: 174~

posting style: having a really long queue lolll

when did your blog reach its peak: idk?

most active follower: apparently it’s @pencil-amateur lol thanks my friend

what inspired you to make a tumblr blog: all the lgbt stuff that was happening on this site

why did you chose your url: it’s a pun on st crispin’s day and crispr/cas9

gender: non-binary (they/them)

sign: idk actually lol

age: 1,771,561 (if anyone gets that reference i will scream) (not really but)

sexual orientation: ace

hogwarts house: ravenclaw i think

time right now: 11:07 am

lucky numbers: 42 maybe ;)

dream trip: wales!!

i tag: this time, instead of tagging my really good friends, i’ll tag some followers i want to get to know better— @pencil-amateur @aimster-penguin @benidork @warp6 @interestxngfelines @thedaisyweaver

[dramallamadingdang]

Well! This killed the game-loading time...

AKA The 20 Questions/20 Followers Meme.

I was tagged by @raptorsims, so it's their fault. :) At least this one has some different questions! This edition contains, among other things, nerdy pedantry about fruit, odd sexualities, rhapsodizing about underappreciated animals, and...Welsh proverbs. Yes, Welsh proverbs. Well, one Welsh proverb, anyway...

Name: Katrina.

Nicknames: The most common one is Kat. Boring, I know.

Zodiac sign: Birthday is April 23, so barely Taurus. Astrology is bullshit, though.

Height: 6'0" (Well, actually a fraction of an inch shy of that, but who's counting?) Or, for the metric crowd, 182cm.

Orientation: In terms of actual practice/experience, I'm a Kinsey 2. (Yes, yes, I know the Kinsey scale and the tests used to assign people their number are flawed/outdated, but I think the numbers by themselves are a good descriptor range for most people.) In terms of actual attraction, I'm constantly sliding more toward pansexual, probably because I now realize that it’s OK to be that way when before I always tried to fit myself into the straight-or-gay binary and neither really fit and “bisexual” just didn’t seem “wide” enough. Although when you get right down to it, I'm really more sapiosexual. Basically, I don't care what your gender identity is or what's between your legs; I care about how you use what's between your ears. I do, however, have this odd attraction to A) People who are sarcastic, especially in combination with smart and B) Gay men because I guess I have a fetish for things I can't have. Thankfully, I found a very smart and sarcastic Kinsey 5 to marry!

Ethnicity: Glow-in-the-dark white, of mostly Welsh descent. The surname I was born with (which is also the one I use in everyday life, though not professionally) is unpronounceable for probably 98% of the US population, I'd say, in that it contains no letters that Americans generally recognize as vowels. :) Y mae dafad ddu ym mhob praidd.

Favorite fruit: *puts on nerd hat* Depends on if we're speaking botanically or culinarily. If the former, where a "fruit" is simply the seed-bearing part of the plant, then it's a three-way tie between tomatoes, peppers of all kinds, and okra. If we're talking culinarily, where only sweet fruits are fruit and savory ones are "vegetables," then...Raspberries, I guess? Maybe? I really don't have much of a sweet tooth, I'm afraid. I like peach pie, though, so there's that.

Favorite season: Autumn. Followed closely by winter. Spring's OK. Summer can kiss my ass.

Favorite book series: Sharon Kay Penman's Welsh trilogy. Which starts here. It's nice when my medieval forebears aren't portrayed as savage animals when compared to the "civilized" English. :\

Favorite flower: Calla lilies. Yes, I know they're "funeral flowers." I don't care. Also, lilacs.

Favorite scent: Lilac flowers. :) And lavender. Like, real lavender, not the overly-flowery/perfumey stuff marketed as "lavender."

Favorite color: Green. All shades but with a preference for the yellower end of the spectrum.

Favorite animal: Hyenas. Specifically, the spotted hyena. Awesome, much-maligned animals. (Here's a hint: It's usually lions who steal/scavenge hyena kills, not the other way around.) Also, they're female-dominant, which, of course, is very rare amongst us social animals. Basically, they're furry Amazons. With pseudo-penises. ;)

Coffee, tea, or hot cocoa: Hot chocolate is good, especially made with coconut milk, provided that I can find a vegan mix, as my system no longer tolerates dairy at all, even in really small amounts. Tea is OK; usually I drink it when I'm not feeling well. Coffee is right out. EWWWWWWWWW! Even hate the smell of it. But overall? Gimme some water, often but not always with some flavoring in it.

Average sleep hours: Five or six or thereabouts. When I can sleep at all lately. For me, the only bad thing about menopause was that, after going through it, I started having occasional stretches of time, that last for a week or two, when I can barely sleep. Basically, I just catnap. I get a lot done during those times, though, so...trade-offs. :)

Cat or dog person?: I like both equally, for different reasons. Though I guess if you judge by numbers, I'm more of a dog person, as I have 8 of those and "only" 5 cats. Although we only brought 1 dog and two cats here to SF with us, the ones who like to travel. The rest are back in CO. So, here in California, I guess we're cat people, if you judge by numbers. :)

Favorite fictional characters: Spock from Star Trek. Jack O'Neill (TWO "L"s!) and Rodney McKay from the Stargate franchise. Oh, and KITT from Knight Rider. Sarcastic AIs FTW! :) (Notice the common thread that runs amongst those characters, given my "orientation." :) )

Number of blankets you sleep with: I have a sheet, a down comforter, a furnace-like husband, and at least one large dog. None of those is a blanket, I'm afraid, but three of the four are very warm and only one is stinky. :)

Dream trip: Antarctica. Still hoping to get there before I die. :)

Blog created: I started this tumblr in December of 2013. I think.

Number of followers: Right now? 1,422. It changes pretty much daily, though, up or down. Sometimes it changes hourly. I recently went through and blocked all the porn blogs and the blogs that are just advertising, so I'm pretty sure they're all legit, at the moment.

And I'mma be lazy and tag the last 20 people who followed me or left me notes and that have an active blog that isn't all reblogs (because I figure you're not into posting about yourself, not because I don't like you :) ) and who I know haven't already done this. So...

@12raben @digitalangels @nilechugasims @halousims @eulaliasims @vampireacademysims @acquiresimoleons @scibirg @holleyberry @penig @saltywitchcraft @sims2simmies @strangetomato @thetrippmeister @emperorofthedark @marvelann @ladyrosedeversailles @fuzzyspork @synergysims @trishastinysimsblog

As always, feel free to ignore if this isn't something you're into doing for whatever reason. :)

[highqueenofprydain]

So I'm writing a prequel all about Eilonwy's parents, based loosely around The True Enchanter, the short story of how they met. Musing on what Angharad, daughter of Regat, would have looked like.