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strigital · 3 years ago

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Do tell about Nim, I couldn’t find much info about her through your blog and I am dying to know more about this werewolf lady

well grab a pint and sit yo booty down, cause our bard of the evening tonight is Nim and she's drunk as all hell and ready to weave some outrageous stories!! 🍻

in all seriousness, thank you for asking! 😭💗 she came about back in ye oldie days of hype over the 11th of november 2011, and since then refuses to give up the title of my fav oc!!

now, a Paarthurnax would say: lets-a go!

a quick recap of the events in Skyrim:

Naali Saryn was born sometime in 4E 130 on mainland Morrowind as a result of a quick fling between an unknown Dunmer girl and Lucien Lachance and Kassandra Saryn's (The Hero of Kvatch's) son.

Sometime in that year, the baby was found aboard a ship bound for Raven Rock and when no one came forth to claim her a couple of elderly and childless ash yam farmers decided to take her in until her family was found.

The family, of course, was never found, and so they raised her as their own for the next sixteen years. They called the girl Nim - short, sweet, meaningless, and easy to shout out into the fields where the little brat is out adventuring when the house chores are yet to be done.

Nim grew up alongside her best friend Teldryn (don't believe his tales about his past, there's a reason why he wears a helmet in his hometown). For years the kids dreamt of leaving Raven Rock behind and making it big in the big city. And idea which really annoyed Nim's ol' Nana, who believed that everything needed for a simple happy life was right here on Solstheim.

After one particularly nasty fight with Nana about the ordeal, Nim gathered a bag of things and slipped out in the dead of night to catch an early morning ship with Teldryn.

They stuck together for a while then went on their separate merry ways. He - to Blacklight, she - to Leyawiin. Once in the wild, Nim had to quickly figure out her place in the pecking order. The romantic life of crime seemed to be the most attractive for her, but getting on top could never be easy. Especially for a young, inexperienced, and naive girlie. So she ended up running with the wrong kind of crew. Ended up in some truly dark places. Barely got out alive. Learned from her mistakes. Wore the scars of abuse like armor and made sure that since that day no one in this world or any other would play her for a fool, use her or put a finger on her without her permission.

By the time she turned fifty, Nim was well known amongst certain circles as the kind of scoundrel, thief, bard, and wench one should not trifle with. But her luck had to eventually run out, and so it did on the night of the fabled Umbacano Mansion heist, which failed so badly Nim had to either leave Cyrodiil or end up in a Thalmor owned torture chamber.

Skyrim seemed like a perfect place. After all, in a kingdom torn apart by the civil war, no one would even notice yet another greyskin refugee, right? Well, the Thalmor did. And so she ended up on a cart bound for Helgen to have a date with an executioner. But then Alduin showed up to crash the party before he himself got rudely interrupted by another dragon, who swooped in to save the Last Dragonborn.

After the narrow escape, Nim concluded her duty to warn Balgruuf of the dragon threat and went on to start a new career as a merc with the Companions. She and Aela became fast friends and when the prospect of joining the Circle came up she gladly accepted a sip of her new sister's blood. To never again be helpless and weak? To rip apart any fool who'd take her for just another elf wench who can't put up a fight? Well of course it was worth giving up the ability to sleep and having to get used to all smells suddenly becoming ten times worse!

After that Mirmulnir showed up and ended up as another ornament above the throne in the Dragonsreach. And Nim got stuck with a title which she would wear with great discontent for years to come.

Eventually, she ceased trying to run away and hide from her destiny, accepted her role as the Last Dragonborn, and begrudgingly began her quest to save the world. On her journey, she met and became tight friends with Yollokmir and Alasil who taught her how to speak, fight and fly like a dragon. With their help she inherited Konahrik's legacy: his mask embued with his soul, his citadel far up in the mountains - the NebenLok Zeikangaar - and the right to revive and lead the order of dragon riders sworn to defeat Alduin - DovahDein.

As she gained power and the word of her great many deeds spread across Skyrim, she managed to get quite the following of fellow men, mer, and Dov, willing to follow her into Sovngarde and beat the hell out of Alduin. Alas, she failed. Twice.

At that point, Alasil informed her of a special someone who might be of help in their quest against Alduin and who might prove difficult to convince to join her cause. That was the first time in fifty years that Nim got to visit her home. Unfortunately, Solstheim had changed. And upon arrival, she learned that her Pa passed onto the realm of Azura soon after her departure, and her Nana... well, she wasn't young anymore and suffered greatly due to all the ash ruining her lungs... and when the islanders got called to the All-Maker stones night after night by a mysterious spell, she just worked herself to death. That was the only thing Nim wouldn't forgive Miraak for, not until he swallowed his pride and sincerely apologized for being responsible for his potential mother-in-law's death.

And with Miraak's help, they finally sent Alduin back to his Maker, enjoyed a few peaceful years until High King Ulfric became a bit drunk on his power and needed a good ass whooping as well. Then Miraak suddenly found himself as the new king and Nim... she just did her own thing. As always. The end?

Oh and all the while running about, gathering forces, growing her Dragonborn powers, hunting Dragon Priests and Alduin's henchmen, she also meddled with the Thieves Guild, put Karliah in charge and became her right hand, managed to become an advisor on all things dragon at the Mage's College, ended up teaching lute and songwriting at the Bard's College (she's taking a break since Viarmo can't seem to handle her teaching tactics), earned the title of Thane in every hold and became a good friend to the Dawnguard fellas (Isran is more than happy to teach her kids the ropes of monster hunting) after kicking Harkon's ass into Oblivion. In what little free time she has Nim also manages the Lakeview Manor and leases the ash yam farm back in Raven Rock for some extra cash. All in all, a busy woman!

and some tidbits about the dovahmom:

Although Nim is perfectly aware of her real name, she chooses to use the one given to her by Nana. Both as a sign of respect and because, frankly, she dislikes both the Sarynes and the Lachances, who are, in her humble opinion, just a bunch of pricks. Somehow, the ghost of her murdered grandad finds this opinion of hers kinda funny.

Her friends sometimes describe her as "cyrodiilic brandy in a cup of tea": she's this small elf girl with pretty blue eyes and a smile on her face and you think that she'll be very pleasant and cute and shy and then... then you realize she drinks like a sailor, swears like one too, can beat anyone into the dirt (thanks, Hircine) and doesn't take shit from nobody. She openly speaks her mind and doesn't give a shit about what someone might think of her. She does what she considers the right thing to do, never plays nice with those she dislikes, never pretends to be someone she isn't. She's feisty, sassy, brassy, and, quite honestly, just doesn't give a fuck.

Nim is in almost complete control over her inner beast, partly thanks to her draconic blood, partly - to the ring she got when she and Sinding had that little party on a moonlit night in that grotto. She only loses control over herself when both moons are full and thusly will travel deep into the wilds a few days before the magical night. This way the only people that might get hurt are bandits, necromancers, hags, and the like. She and Aela also managed to get a small werewolf pack going, named the Whitemane Pack after the old man himself and dedicated to those who wish to take control over their inner beast, hunt with honor, and cause the Silver Hand as much grief as possible.

Nim is raising Blaise and Sofie as her own since they both were just wee lil' war orphans (the babes are in their teens now). She never quite really knew why... Nim was never a wifey nor a baby momma kind of woman. In fact, she can't even have children in the first place and, honestly, always thought of this as a blessing - never having to worry about contraception like all those other girls and just having fun without a care in the world! Her friends sometimes joke around, saying that she might've finally "ripened" for the motherhood, but she doesn't care. She loves Blaise, Sofie, and Sissel (thanks, Miraak, you're so good at kidnapping children!) and is content with being their famous Dragonborn mom. Post-Alduin Miraak, however, is secretly annoyed for not being able to get her pregnant. Oh well, the man can dream...

Oh yeah! Nim plays the lute and sings too! It's a skill she picked up across taverns all over the continent when she realized that bards get free drinks and a bed, as well as ample opportunity to sniff out and seduce prey. And even though her days of hunting for good-looking rich fools are long behind her, she still performs in inns and taverns across Skyrim. Firstly, it brings in a fair amount of money, and secondly, it's good for her Voice! And also just plain and simple fun.

Also, people get terribly surprised when she, a Dunmer, doesn't act like one at all! Nim might've grown up in Raven Rock, a Dunmer settlement, but she spent the rest of her life traveling the continent and then living in Skyrim. She's more Nord-ish than some Nords! And the Nords actually really love it! It's so so easy to just get plastered with the homegirl, punch some faces and pass out on a heap of hay behind the inn, just happy to be alive on this fine snowy day. The only truly Dunmer thing about her is the occasional "n'wah!" which escapes her potty mouth. I mean, she doesn't even like sujamma all that much and would rather have a pint of mead! Whatever Ancestors she has must be spinning in their graves fast enough to generate electricity.

uuuhhh I think that's all the important stuff? i might've forgotten, in which case, I'll add it later... meanwhile, have some more Nim content:

^^^ the fanfic is slow, but it's moving... at a snail's pace. my advice: don't expect updates, so that when they do come, you'll be pleasantly surprised!

#thank u for asking abt the dovahmom #i am deeply touched uwu #💞#the elder scrolls #skyrim #dragonborn #ldb #dovahkiin #konahrik #oc #naali 'nim' saryn #bethesda #ask #my art #sketch #traditional doodle #ballpoint doodle

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meta-squash · 4 years ago

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Brick Club 1.5.2 “Madeleine”

The very first sentence of this chapter describes Madeleine-Valjean as “good-natured but always seemed preoccupied.” This always sounds to me like he’s constantly thinking about how he acts and what he says, and is always a little worried about being found out. Later on in the chapter the townspeople do murmur a little bit about him being “ignorant and poorly educated” in response to how he reacts to upper society, so I feel like that kind of anxiety isn’t exactly unfounded on Valjean’s part.

“Father Madeleine required the men to be willing, the women to have good morals, and all to be honest.” Interesting set of requirements. Seems interesting to separate who has to be willing to work and who has to have good morals. I feel like this places the onus of “purity” and remaining “good” on the women. The men just have to be willing to go to work. Plus the segregation of the sexes. Again that seems to be Hugo being weird about working class women and not being sure about his stance on the whole thing. It definitely seems to go back to his whole “poverty and coquetry are fatal counselors” thing from 1.3.2. Women can be poor or they can be flirty, but to be both is bad.

Which brings me to the next part of the sentence, “So that women might not lose their modesty.” I just can’t get over how much Valjean’s effort fails here. His intentions are good. But he’s looking at it from the wrong angle. Fantine loses her job, and because of that loses her modesty, not the other way around. Valjean has this whole set up trying to keep women pure and to prevent them from “falling,” and yet it fails spectacularly.

I think Valjean and Fantine are parallels in that they are two different aspects of how someone could only see the good in people. Fantine sees the pretty things and the nice things, and that means she fails to see warning signs or danger and keeps ending up hurt and impoverished and desperate. Valjean sees the potential for bad but chooses to believe that the good will prevail, not truly taking into account the possibility that it won’t, which means that when it actually doesn’t, he’s left feeling guilty or confused or has to sacrifice himself.

“Unemployment and misery were unknown. There was no pocket so dark that it did not contain a little money and no dwelling so poor that it did not contain some joy.” Once again, Hugo contradicts himself with Fantine’s story. I feel like this whole description is sort of from the perspective of the general population of the town. It doesn’t zoom in to the poorest of the poor or the highest of the high society. This is just the point of view of the people, who since the arrival of Father Madeleine, have found themselves more comfortable and in better financial situations.

The absolute irony of Madeleine’s “be honest” is amazing to me. I really love it. A fantastic little idiosyncrasy of Valjean. He’s allowed to be deceptive--he has to be, in order to survive--but he encourages, and maybe even requires, honesty from others. He doesn’t really seem to consider that maybe there are others who need to be dishonest to survive as well. It also seems like a sort of guilty thing. He can’t be honest to the town about who he really is, so because of that, everyone else has to be honest to compensate.

How much does 630,000 francs translate to in today’s money? Again, I wish I had better perspective of just how much money that actually was back then.

Valjean making provisions for 10 more beds for the hospital parallels Bishop Myriel’s actions with the hospital in Digne. This action begins to put Valjean on a similar level of goodness as Myriel. He’s just a little lower, it seems; Myriel gave up his palace for the hospital, while Valjean provides beds to the already existing building.

In fact, Valjean’s use of wealth in Montreuil-sur-Mer is extremely similar to Myriel’s, except for the bank usage. This makes a lot of sense, though. Myriel is from a wealthy family; his complete rejection of all but the smallest amount of money allows him to sacrifice to a certain level of “goodness.” Valjean giving away much of his own money but also saving a lot makes sense because he’s from an extremely poor background, and the fear of being discovered or his income suddenly ceasing is always there. Valjean’s saving of money puts him on a higher level of goodness because he’s best at helping and supporting others when he himself is also stable.

What is a house of refuge? I initially interpreted it as like a homeless shelter or flophouse, but Hapgood calls it an “infant school,” which makes me think orphanage.

Joseph Fouche was part of the Jacobins and a major factor in the dechristianization movement of the Revolution. He committed a lot of atrocities in Lyon in retaliation for Lyon’s rebellion against the Convention. He helped overthrow Robespierre, then became a senator under Napoleon. He became minister of police in Paris in 1899. During the Restoration he was exiled in Saxony. (Sidenote: He ordered the words "Death is an eternal sleep" to be inscribed over the gates to cemeteries, which quite frankly is a badass phrase, I think.)

Basically the jealous local deputy who “shared Fouche’s religious ideas” was an atheist (or agnostic) who essentially converted to christianity for this supposed rivalry, which is why “the poor as well as god” gain from his fear that Valjean might advance further than him.

Valjean gets offered the Legion of Honor and refuses. Hugo received the same award for his writing when he was around 23 (only he accepted it and also would wear the medal on his lapel). I’m not sure if this is Hugo doing a gentle parallel to himself, or writing how he wished his young self would have acted for appearance’s sake.

I really like that Valjean enjoys being called “Father Madeleine” over anything else. It’s really sweet. I also think that a love for and protectiveness of children (not just Cosette) is an aspect of Valjean that isn’t always focused on. He’s the one who secretly paid for the milk his sister’s kids drank, he gives money to all the Savoyards passing through M-sur-M, he gives money to Gavroche, etc. The enjoyment of the “Father Madeleine” name also seems like a feeling of respect and identification more with the working class who call him that than the upper class who call him “Monsieur Madeleine.” Which makes sense.

“Society” claimed him. [...] A thousand advances were made to him, but he refused them all.” Twice now he has refused society. The first time was at Toulon, out of hatred and rage, when he condemned society and humanity and religion. This second one is out of humility. This time I think he truly believes in humanity, but “society” is not necessarily humanity, it’s something closer to self-promotion and bureaucracy. People use society to make connections, to get a foot in the door or climb another rung on the ladder or to gain power over others. Valjean doesn’t want that. He barely wanted the appointment to mayor. Only, his position at this point is a benefit for the town. But to accept invitations into society would be to accept things for his own benefit. So this time he refuses society not out of hatred but for the benefit of others.

Literally all of the townspeople’s assumptions are, in some aspect, true. He was poorly educated (at first), he probably is learning how to behave in society just as he goes, he was something of a brute just after leaving Toulon, he is definitely ambitious both in himself and in his effort to do good, etc etc.

It seems as though Hugo is doing some interesting sort of self-insertion here with Valjean’s mayoral appointment. Valjean being convinced to accept the appointment to the mayoral position sounds like Hugo rewriting his own experience as “mayor” of the 8th arrondissement for just over a week in 1848. I’m technically not at this part of the biography yet, but I skimmed it. To summarize, during the revolution of 1848, Hugo was the most prominent person in his quartier. So during the revolt, he and the mayor and the PM decided to announce a provisional government of a Regency, where the Duchesse d’Orleans would act as head of state. The people were not super happy about the Duchesse d’Orleans being head of state. Another poet, Lamartine, was made one of the 11 members of the provisional government, and he offered Hugo the position of Minister of Education. Hugo refused, so Lamartine instead persuaded him to serve as acting mayor of his arrondissement (which the book says was one of the more active areas of revolt). Apparently most people weren’t too happy about that because he was “aristocratic” and “wasn’t really a republican”; he repaved the streets and had the lamps repaired but also had the barricades removed. But the result was that almost 60,000 people voted for him in the next election despite him not actually being a candidate.

This doesn’t exactly sound like Valjean, but it makes me wonder if this is Hugo rewriting himself as mayor, imagining how he could have been seen by the people.

#les miserables #les miserables meta #brickclub #lm 1.5.2 #les mis #les mis meta #oops the post is long again #reading this biography is bringing A LOT to the surface

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littlegalerion · 4 years ago

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ESO Time Era: OC Spotlight

Character’s Full Name:

Eliindil Ravenwatch

Nicknames:

Eli, Sugar-Tongue

Age:

624 Years

How Old does He Appear?

In his twenties.

Eye Color:

Blue (formerly)

Red with blue hints around the iris

Race:

Altmer

Hair Color:

Bright copper-orange

Vampire Lord?

Yes.

Favorites

Food:

Dunmeri blood

Why?

He claims it has a spicy kick to it.

Music:

Enjoys traditional Elsweyr music.

Why?

He says it has mystical vibes.

Color:

Red

Why?

He both works with and consumes blood for more than half of his daily routine, so red has made an impression on him.

Literature?

Historical texts.

Weapons:

Duel wielding long, lethal forks.

School of Magic:

Conjuration

Animal:

Fox, any type of Fox.

He’s obsessed with them.

Hobbies

Heavy drinker of mead, enjoys occasional wine tastings

Enjoys pipe smoking

Standing on top of tall buildings and taunting people he deems unsavory

Both pleasure and scholarly reading

Has a lute, but has no talent- he tries though

Profession:

Dark Brotherhood, Black Hand, Silencer

Hometown:

From somewhere in the region of Glenumbra

Type of Childhood:

Family consisted of wealthy Direnni merchants, who had traces of nobility in their veins. They always lied about the family name, though, and invented a new one with noble claims, because they didn’t want to be connected to House Ravenwatch, as no mer did after the head of their family...changed. Eliindil was the youngest of two sons, and had one sister. His father and brothers didn’t mix well with him, as Eliindil’s curiosity extended to deep depths of conjuration- not to mention his personality itself was sarcastic, dark, and stubborn. His sister and mother were relatively warm towards him, and in return he held a protective nature towards them.

Childhood Event that Still Affects Them?

Eliindil’s father had a nasty habit of heavy drinking. One night he returned home, drunk and frustrated with a sloppy weak of business, and took it out on his wife. Eliindil intervened, summoning forth “a hungry soul from Oblivion”. He had intended to watch a clannfear or daedroth devour his father alive, but instead was surprised to have summoned an enslaved vampire from Coldharbour. The creature tore his father apart, and went to go for Eliindil’s mother, but Eliindil cut it off. He slew it, but it had bitten him in the process, and he was infected with that vampire’s strain of disease.

Eliindil was seventeen at the time, and word got out about the incident. He had to flee, even though he was far more than ready to stay and handle his brothers, but his mother and sister coaxed him to run. He wandered the moors for a while, until he was found by his ancestor, Verandis Ravenwatch, who had come to the moors after hearing about the news from his more direct descendants. The Count took Eliindil into House Ravenwatch, and for a while Eliindil received further magical education, as well as being brought up as a true noble. Verandis also gave Eliindil a second bite, passing on his personal bloodline and the power of a Vampire Lord.

Where Things Fell Apart:

While Eliindil quite enjoyed the perks of nobility, he hated politics. He detested the underhanded acts that happened daily among the high class, and how one just had to accept it as the norm. Though Verandis taught him that all people were capable of good nature, Eliindil did not agree. He believed that the two-faced, the perverted, the entitled should be punished. He began to secretly stalk individuals who sickened him, and drain them of their blood, framing the local wildlife. This didn’t fool Verandis, and the Count sought to confront him. However, Eliindil had already fled, sneaking out of High Rock itself by ship, with the help of a few khajiit smugglers. He and Verandis did not cross paths again until the events of Markarth, with the Grey Host. But Eliindil’s legacy hung over Verandis, and it became a tale to his much later Wards in the centuries to come.

His Own Way:

Eliindil spent a considerable amount of time in Elsweyr, living for a while among thieves, then a private band of assassins, then a ship full of pirates- it was a chaotic storm for centuries. By the time of the Soul Burst, he finally found himself in Bravil, catching the eye of the Dark Brotherhood. He was recruited, and through the twist and turns of a story of betrayal and revenge, became a Silencer of the Black Hand. At long last, Eliindil actually felt content with his life.

#eliindil #eso #elder scrolls online #character spotlight #just been thinking about him a lot #house ravenwatch

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aerialsquid · 5 years ago

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Validation by the Hour

A small dollop of a fic I wrote for two of my favorite assholes in SPoP. Takes place somewhere between “Mer-Mysteries” and “Destinies Part 1″, spoilers for season 4 abound, unbetaed because it needed to get out the door already.

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Shadow Weaver genuinely enjoyed teaching. At least, she did when the pupil showed any promise at all, which Glimmer certainly did despite her (understandable) lack of trust. They could work on the trust thing. Shadow Weaver was willing to be patient.

Right now, the thing testing her patience was her missing shears. She only had so many ‘wandering around alone at night without guards’ credits to burn with Glimmer right now, and blowing one on finding garden equipment was a total waste. On the other hand, with the palace as paranoid as it was now, having a sharp object formerly in her possession found in a prisoner’s “cell” wouldn’t look great.

“Welcome back, darling.”

Shadow Weaver pointedly did not look at the green individual sprawled on the chaise lounge in the middle of the room. She instead started peering behind the furniture, looking for places the shears could have fallen when she put them down.

“I understand now, Shadow Weaver.” Catra’s voice - soft, vulnerable, nearly quivering with emotion - drifted across the room. “I understand now, why you did what you did. You were preparing me to be strong - and you know what, it worked. I’m grateful, even if I won’t admit it. You did make me strong.”

“I don’t need validation from her,” Shadow Weaver grumbled.

“Then what about her?” Adora’s voice. “Or her?” Castaspella. “Or him?” Hordak’s, making her snort in derision.

“Got it, definitely not Hordak. There was a hot minute where I was wondering if you two were a thing, but—”

“I don’t need validation from anyone, shapeshifter.” Damnit, where the hell were those shears.

“Everyone needs validation. Granted, your girl Catra’s a special case…but that’s how you made her, so you know that already.”

Shadow Weaver glared at Double Trouble from under a chest of drawers. “If you want to send me on a guilt trip for my past sins, there’s a waiting list.”

“Guilt trip? Hardly! I’m impressed. You changed sides twice and managed to claw your way up from the bottom both times…as one player to another, I’m very impressed.”

“Where did you even come from, anyway? I’d know if we had someone like you around before I…took my leave of the Horde. ” Assuming that was actually Double Trouble’s true form, Shadow Weaver couldn’t recall ever seeing anything quite like them at all. There were certain people of Snake-Man heritage who could change their coloring or slightly rearrange their bodies, but nothing on Double Trouble’s scale. If they’d been with the Horde when she was still in power, the war might well have ended early.

Double Trouble counted off on their fingers. “Do you want Tragic Orphan Backstory numbers one, two, or four? I retired three, turns out I accidentally stole it from a romance novel I read when I was twelve - ooh, there’s also the one where I imply that I could be unknowingly be Hordak’s secret child, abandoned for my own protection. I like to drop hints and see if the listeners can figure it out from my clues.”

“I can come back tomorrow with a truth spell.” Oh, there were the damn shears, stuck between the wall and one of the displaced armchairs. Shadow Weaver stretched out her arm as far it could go and managed to snag one of the handles, grunting with the effort.

“Ugh, you’re no fun.” Double Trouble stuck their tongue out at her. “Truth is, I don’t have a clue. My egg got traded to the person who raised me by a Snake-Man who was probably one of my parents. By the time I hatched, they were long gone, and no one had bothered to even get theri name. It’s not uncommon in the Crimson Wastes…a lot of people are drifters. Once I grew up and worked off my debt to my 'foster family’, I struck out on my own.”

“As a spy?”

“Honey, no, spying’s a new game. As an artist. I did a lot of community theater - the Crimson Waste’s hard up for entertainment, we barely get any broadcasts out there, so the theater scene’s pretty lively. And on the side…well. There’s always people willing to pay for 'validation’.”

At Shadow Weaver’s raised eyebrow, Double Trouble slipped down and stretched out on the chaise lounge, feet dangling over the arm. “Get those dirty old lady thoughts out of your head. In the Crimson Wastes it’s hard to find someone who gives good hugs. Everything’s profit this and cutthroat that. Even your husband will sell you out to the highest bidder. People come to me because I tell them what they want to hear.”

As their boots idly kicked in the air they flickered through another set of bodies, ranging across age and species, their voice rising and falling in pitch as they put on each mask. “They want their mom to say no, she really did love them and didn’t mean to go out for milk and never come back again. They want their ex to say she misses them even though she’s dating a richer, hotter girl now, or that chick that never looks at them to say she’s secretly always got them on her mind. They want their grandfather to say he was always proud of them and doesn’t blame them for that rock slide that took his life two years ago. They want their boss to say they’re sorry for working them so hard. People want to be validated…people want to be loved. And even if they’ll never admit it, they’ll do just about anything to feel worthy of that love.”

Double Trouble’s eyes blinked sideways as their skin faded back to green.

Shadow Weaver made a small noise of approval, folding her arms. “That’s quite a philosophy. So who validates you, then?”

Double Trouble smiled a grin that nearly split their face in two. Their fingers inscribed a circle in the air. “Everyone.”

“Everyone?”

“My public. Every successful performance that moves people - or fools them - is my validation. Attention validates me. Granted, I wouldn’t be in this if Catra wasn’t paying handsomely, it’s so hard to turn a profit in the theater business, but I admit that playing to royalty’s been a real novelty.”

“So the worst punishment we could give you would be to simply lock you away and ignore you, hm?”

“Ooh. Yes, that’s the nasty Shadow Weaver I was warned about. Very into playing dirty.” It was skillfully hidden, but Shadow Weaver definitely noticed the shapeshifter flinch at the very idea of being left unnoticed.

Shadow Weaver looked down at the shears in her hand and carefully worked them a few times, as if cutting off an invisible thread leading between her prisoner and her former pupil. “And conversely, if we were to exceed Catra’s offer, you might be willing to…change employers?”

“She never had me sign a contract. You raised a great general but a terrible businesswoman.” Double Trouble sat up straight on the couch, then leaned in, their hands pressed greedily together.

“What’s your offer, madame Weaver?”

#double trouble #shadow weaver #she-ra and the princesses of power #spop #she ra #she ra netflix #spop spoilers #squid writes fanfic

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blooddrinkingbartender · 5 years ago

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Of Mer and Men | Elder Scrolls Verse

I finally caved and made an Elder Scrolls verse for my lads on here. You’ll find all their profiles beneath the cut (if there is one.) I took a bit of creative liberty with the vampires in this as well, I hope that’s all right.

Bilmae ‘Bill’ Golden-Smith

Name: Bilmae ‘Bill’ Golden-Smith

Age: Appears 31, but is over 800 in reality

Birthday: 7th of Evening Star

Gender: Cis Male (he/him/his pronouns)

Powers and Abilities: Resistance to disease, resistance to poison, harder to detect while sneaking, and illusion spells are more powerful than average, resistance to frost. Shadow abilities; creating tentacles made out of shadows, usually to grab/restrain an opponent, or do things like snap limbs. He can also leap an abnormally long distance and summon an orb of shadow that explodes into spikes. Battle Cry (Nord Ability) and a higher resistance to frost because of his Nord Heritage as well as his vampirism.

Weaknesses: Fire, sunlight.

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual.

Race: Nord/Vampire

Faction: None (at the moment)

Current Residence: No fixed place of residence, wanders Tamriel.

Mother: Gweene Golden-Smith (Deceased)

Father: Bilmae Golden-Smith. (Deceased)

Height: 6’3"

Weight: 200lbs

Body Type: Mesomorph/Muscular

Hair: Red, as is his beard.

Eyes: Grey.

Skin: White

Languages: Tamrielic, some of the Dragon Language, and Ayleidoon.

Distinguishing features: He has major burn scars on the right side of his abdomen, chest, part of his right arm, and just above his butt. A hunter managed to set him on fire. Luckily, before it could kill him, he managed to put himself out. That Hunter paid with her life.

If he doesn’t drink blood for a long time, he starts to age and look more monstrous/corpse-like. Drinking blood reverses this effect.

He has three scars on his chest that are either from arrows or crossbow bolts. They’re all under his left pec muscle.

He has a birthmark on the back of his left hand that’s shaped like a crescent. He often jokes that it’s because one of his ancestors was a werewolf.

Hobbies and Interests: Dancing, astronomy (might as well enjoy the stars if you’re nocturnal), origami, drawing, mythology (he has met some figures of myth, or so he claims), and smithing. He’s also pretty good at playing the lyre, the ocarina, and the accordion.

Occupation: No set occupation.

Skills: Smithing, Sneak, One-Handed Weapons, Illusion Magic, Light Armour, and Alteration

Personality: He’s friendly, he’s confident, and he can be rather eccentric at times. He’s far from shy and he enjoys the company of others. He lives to entertain, laugh, spread laughter and merriment, and give and get validation.

However, he can come across as conceited, arrogant, a show-off, a bit of a large ham at times, and/or a little bit too full-on for some people. That said, he honestly doesn’t mean harm (not anymore at least) and if you’re his friend, he will kill for you and do what he can to keep you happy.

He’s usually quite hard to anger. He can laugh off most insults or even attempts to hurt him physically. However, if you do make him mad, it’s your funeral, or at least your mind’s. He does try to keep himself in check however. He has no plans to go back to the sadistic bastard that he used to be.

Basic Backstory: Starting out his life in Skyrim, Lord Bilmae Golden-Smith IV was the only survivor of the eleven children his parents gave birth to. His father was a lord and his mother was a blacksmith’s daughter who was married into the family.

Bilmae lived a fairly easy and unremarkable life with his loving mother, not-so-loving father, and a few servants. His father made sure he worked hard however, not wanting to hand him everything on a silver plate. That said, he was fairly well off, and spent his childhood and adult years getting ready to take on his father’s estate. On finding out his bloodline’s wealth and notoriety was founded on thievery, murder, extortion, and other crimes, he was not so willing to do so, but he was unsure of how to find a way out of it.

However, at the age of 31 years old, he contracted Sanguinare Vampiris. He was infected on purpose, by a vampire who had lost his family to Bilmae’s legacy. Bilmae managed to hide the condition from his family, and when his parents died, dismissed his servants, left the estate to his distant cousins, and faked his death before going to wander.

He continues to travel around now, learning new things and trying new stuff to keep himself busy. He still drinks blood to sustain himself but he doesn’t kill unless it was someone he felt ‘deserved it’. He also kept up with all the changes in the world. He even adapted his speech as needed, keeping up with slang and staying savvy with the times.

Antonio Lombardi

Name: Antonio Lombardi (formerly Enriquo Giordano, as far as you’re concerned)

Age: 38

Birthday: 8th of Last Seed

Gender: Trans Male (he/him/his pronouns)

Powers and Abilities: .Dragonskin ability to absorb magic. Natural higher resistance to magic.

Sexual Orientation: Homosexual

Race: Breton

Faction: College of Winterhold (sort of)

Current Residence: Has a home in High Rock, but travels.

Mother: Gertrude Giordano

Father: Benito Giordano

Siblings: Emily Giordano(Older sister) and Sophia Giordano (Younger sister)

Height: 6’2"

Weight: 170lbs

Body Type: Ectomorph

Hair: Black, shoulder-length, and slightly curly

Eyes: Green.

Skin: Light brown

Languages: Tamrielic, and some of the dragon language.

Distinguishing features: A benign mole underneath his left eye, and a slash scar across his cheek.

Due to scoliosis, his chest and back are slightly tilted to the side. This isn’t easy to see unless his shirt is off. It does cause him pain and also makes it harder for him to walk longer distances.

He uses a cane to get around. He actually owns three canes; one has a sword hidden inside of it, another is extendable, and the last is a normal cane. He weaponised them after a bandit attacked him, causing the scar on his face.

He has habits of nodding his head, rhythmically tapping his foot or hand against the floor or the table, blinking at the same time as whoever he is speaking to, and gesturing with his hands while he talks.

He also has synaesthesia, seeing certain colours and shapes whenever he hears certain noises ‘connected’ to them. He also experiences smells on rarer occasions.

Hobbies and Interests: His magic skills. He has dabbled in sleight of hand, misdirection, and mentalism (including hypnosis, which he uses his magic for), and he is very good at those too.

He has also dabbled in Escapology, and is able to get out of most rope bindings, straightjackets, and pick locks. He also likes to read, cook, practise his tricks, and tend to plants.

Occupation: An administrator in a library and a stage magician. Currently working in Winterhold.

Skills: Illusion magic, Speech, One-handed, Lock-picking, Sneak, Destruction Magic, and Conjuration.

Personality: While he’s on stage, Antonio speaks with confidence, authority, and even some glee.

Off-stage, he’s quiet, jaded, and very cynical. He prefers to just be left alone for the most part. He doesn’t have much faith in humanity. He also pretends to be a massive sceptic.

That said, he isn’t a complete asshole. He secretly has a lot of compassion and empathy for other people. He performs at orphanages and hospitals for free and donates a portion of his earnings to charity.

If you can break past the guarded shell, you have someone a bit on the nicer side.

Basic Backstory: Antonio was born in Summerset to Benito and Gertrude.

He often found himself entertaining or at least occupying his own mind with various tasks. He also grew up in a strictly religious household, which he found himself hating as he grew older and it eventually put him off any kind of faith or servitude to the gods. He found himself interested in magic tricks and illusions after one of his neighbours showed him a few.

He started to teach himself when he was in teens and became very good at it, especially as he grew older. He also dabbled more in his Breton magicka, figuring out what else he could do with it. He also realised he was gay, much to his dismay. Even now, he keeps that firmly under wraps.

Eventually, at the age of 17, he had a falling out with his parents over his lack of religious belief. He went on a tirade on how their beliefs (or the fact that they hid behind them) were, in his words ‘a big steaming pile of shit’.

After being told his synaesthesia was a sign that he was being influenced by the daedra and he punched his father for it, he was essentially kicked out. Uncaring about that, he changed his name and went to High Rock to make a name for himself, remembering his mother’s stories of when she lived there.

He started very small at first. He was able to find a place to stay. He worked as much as he could and performed his magic on the side. He was eventually invited to taverns and inns to perform and that got him attention and more money. He also witnessed a vampire feeding on a person, and this terrified him, but he remained determined to continue going and not let it get to him too much.

When he turned twenty, symptoms of his scoliosis started to become prominent, coming with pain and finding it harder to walk or run for longer distances. Luckily, this didn’t affect his magic shows too badly.

At the age of thirty, he started to wander to other places and live long term and do work. Where he officially became known as Lord Enigma when performing. He’s currently in Winterhold, helping in the Arcanium.

Leofric Lawford

Name: Leofric Lawford

Age: 35

Birthday: 10th of Rain’s Fall

Gender: Cis Male (he/him/his pronouns)

Powers and Abilities: Immune to Vampirism and most other diseases, Beast Form. Voice of the Emperor, and Imperial Luck.

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual.

Race: Imperial/Werewolf

Faction: Companions, also does bounty work and has affiliations with Dawnguard.

Current Residence: Whiterun.

Mother: Unknown.

Father: Unknown.

Height: 6’5"

Weight: 240lbs

Body Type: Mesomorph/Muscular

Hair: Light brown and slightly wavy

Eyes: Dark brown .

Skin: White

Languages: Tamrielic, and Ayleidoon.

Distinguishing features: He has many many scars from his days of battling. He has a slight beard. It’s not as full as Bill’s, but it’s definitely fuller than basic stubble.

He doesn’t smile very often. If you see him do it, take a picture; you’ll never see it again in your life otherwise.

He has dyslexia. It hasn’t been identified yet, so he’s been suffering in silence about it. He also has some slight shortsightedness, but makes up for that with his other skills.

Hobbies and Interests: Reading, raising butterflies, plants and botany (he also researches how to better weaponise them (such as by using sachets of herbs to cloak himself, or make oils and decoctions for better damage output) or heal with them, history, boxing, and surprisingly, painting.

Occupation: Companion

Skills: Alchemy, creating potions and poisons alike, heavy armour, two-handed and one-handed weaponry, which he’s trained himself in since a very young age,blocking, and hand-to-hand combat.

Personality: He is rather stoic, and guarded, but still kind, brave and benevolent.

Although a werewolf and harsh on criminals and other monsters, he has a soft spot for humans, pacifistic supernatural creatures of other species, and animals, rescuing them and treating them with a distant sort of kindness. He is also incredibly loyal to those he makes friends with.

He also prefers to be fair in a fight, giving his opponents a fair chance to defend themselves and fight back. That said, he believes underhanded tactics can be a tool to use only when necessary.

Basic Backstory: Leofric was born in Cyrodiil, and left at an orphanage soon after as a baby. He was looked after by his guardians and taught the skills he needed. It was believed he would simply become a member of the imperial watch when he was older.

However, he became fascinated by stories of the companions and what they did. He left the orphanage at the age of sixteen years old and honed his skills, eventually making his way to Skyrim.

He had already shown a lot of the qualities of the companions during his travels, and he had actually been noticed by some of the travelling ones. He was accepted after some trials and has been with them since.

He eventually became a werewolf when with them as well, and has not regretted this choice. He sees this as a blessing and a privilege.

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winterironspringfling · 6 years ago

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2019 Spring Fling: Gift List

As always, a huge, heartfelt THANK YOU to everyone who was a part of the exchange this year; the helpers, the participants, the people now leaving comments and kudos, and everyone who helped spread the word by liking and sharing our posts. This exchange wouldn’t have been possible without you.

You’re the best, you rock, we love you!

And now, without further ado: the complete 2019 WinterIron Spring Fling Gift List!

Enjoy! 💕

Sparks Fly by tisfan for Lets_call_me_Lily Tony travels to Shelbyville, Indianna to fix Bucky’s arm… and while he’s there, maybe they’ll go see the fireworks show together.

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The Winter Sentinel by james for tarot_card Bucky tests as a Sentinel when he's thirteen, and he knows it means his life won't be easy.

Which is a bit of an understatement, really.

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When We Met In Paris by TheVagabondBoy for scarynoodles Neither Tony nor Bucky expected to run into each other in a bar in Paris.

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Mechanical Creations by celtic7irish for yourselenite Tony Stark is a tattoo artist who gains inspiration from all things technical. When Tall, Dark, and Handsome walks in wanting a cover-up tattoo, Tony is only too happy to oblige. Oh, and did he mention? He really, really likes that metal arm.

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My soul screams for you by IronEyes for Potrix In Siberia Tony learns how his parents really died. In Siberia Tony gets betrayed by one of his best friends. In Siberia Tony finds the killer of his parents and… his soulmate. Tony has no idea how to handle this, but he can’t stay away from Bucky.

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The Beautiful Light of Madness in Your Eyes by tisfan for shadowgrl94 In the Soul Stone, time is relative, people are at peace. It is a paradise, but also a trap. Can Tony break the trap and bring everyone home?

Especially when he risks losing the only thing that matters...

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To keep you safe inside my arms by ShadowsintheClouds for celtic7irish Tony and Bucky had been secretly dating for a while. They loved having their little secret. It was something special between them. But, a night out by the lake with the other Avengers threatens to take their secret away from them.

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Kiss Me Deadly by yourselenite for MassiveSpaceWren Just a skip and a jump back in time before World War I where Anthony Stark and James Barnes are secretly together in the early 1900s.

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Hold You Close (To Keep You Warm) by ChaoticDemon for sara_wolfe Five times Tony and Bucky cuddled for warmth and one time they didn't bother with the pretense.

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Where No Other Love Goes by Stark-N-Barnes for TheSopherfly “I want to,” he confessed.

Bucky flinched.

“What?”

Tony stared at him with a look in his eyes that spoke more volume than words, as the realisation wrapped itself around Bucky.

“I don't want to hurt you…” he whispered.

“Bucky…”

~or~

That time Bucky was undoubtedly in love with Tony, but didn't think he could have him.

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And the light, it shines from you by Lets_call_me_Lily for its_inherited Tony and Bucky snuggling in bed; it's been a long day.

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Connection and Intent by SierraNovembr for sleepoverwork When Tony’s father is murdered, he takes a desperate risk to uncover the truth and save the man he loves. It changes his life forever.

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Puppy Love by Reioka for ShadowsintheClouds Bucky is learning to become a person again. When some guy starts crying all over Natasha's dog, he decides he's doing better than he originally thought.

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Howlin' For You by justanotherpipedream for james When the sun goes down, Sheriff Bucky sets up his rifle, ready to shoot any gnoll, ghoul or beast that tries to raid his small town in the cover of the night. Night after night, Bucky keeps watch, running himself ragged all the while. Worried for his friend, Steve offers a solution to his problem.

“So your solution is that I get myself a mail order bride? An’ then what?”

“Or groom. We knew you like both options. You need a partner Bucky.”

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Promises by Iron_Eirlyssa for Lunatical When a mission goes wrong, it leaves Bucky and Tony trapped together, waiting for help. That might turn out to be a good thing in the end, though.

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We Fuck With the Lights On by badgerling for tisfan Bucky wakes up naked in a room. Tony Stark wakes up naked in the same room. Turns out, they're both actually okay with that.

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Redemption by Lunatical for calmena After remembering they were responsible for the deaths of Howard and Maria Stark, Bucky and the Soldier start watching over Tony in a desperate attempt to redeem themselves. When the Avengers get ready to raid the Hydra base that's housing Loki's scepter, they're there to intervene.

Of course, they didn't expect to end up at Stark Tower, living alongside a bunch of superheroes, and they certainly didn't think they'd end up falling in love with Tony Stark. Especially since the man still doesn't know what they've done.

Will Tony ever be able to forgive them?

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The Stranger in the Woods by TheSopherfly for JenJo “Mage shouldn’t be walkin’ in these woods alone at night,” James said.

Mage. So James knew, then. About Tony’s powers. Tony breathed deeply, the warm ghost of steam rising from his mug and tickling his nostrils. “Why’s that?” he asked, curiosity getting the better of him. He’d felt something in the forest, of course, but forests were always full of creatures and strange energies. Too many trees in one place scrambled his senses almost as well as a confusion charm.

“There are things in here that like mages a little too much,” James said, and Tony hung on the words in fascination. “Plenty of things that don’t like mages, too.”

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Fine Art by endof_theline for SierraNovembr Tony is a pre-tenure professor at the national defense research institute. His life is a ball of stress until he meets Bucky the barista at the local and remembers that there’s more to life than the next publication, but he might just be able to help with it.

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Roses for a Wallflower by tarot_card for burbear Bucky keeps finding flowers: in his favorite books, on his spot on the couch, in his breakfast cereal box, you name it. When he looks up what the names are, he also finds their meanings, ranging from forgiveness to friendship to even romantic feelings.

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(Don't) Believe My Words by FreyaS for IronEyes Tony Stark grew up knowing he was a disappointment and a failure in the eyes of not only his father but his eventual soulmate. After all, the words "I wish I'd never met you" can only be a rejection, right?

Bucky knew that he'd love the soulmate that would give him his beautiful soulwords but sometimes he feared they would never measure up to his celebrity crush, Tony Stark.

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a tale of the lil' mer who could by sleepoverwork for badgerling Little mermaid meets Anthony Edward Stark and it turns out about as well as how you think it would.

(The scene of the shipwreck with Ariel meeting and saving Prince Eric, bless Part of your World, still one of my favorite songs even after all of these years)

Tony just needed space, which is exactly why he idiotically swam to the surface after dark, away from the safety and constriction that came from his pod, his home.

If given the chance, Tony knows he could find and save his parents. He just didn't know how to prove to everyone and the spirits of the sea he could, and would, do just that.

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You Are My Sunshine by EchoSiriusRumme for gryvon Tony is captured and deaged while on a business trip, but the team - his family - jumps right into action to take care of their tiny, shy resident genius while they figure out how to fix this. Or at least, they try to, concern growing each time he freezes at the sight of Steve.

But that was something personal, whispered to Bucky between frustrated tears one night, so Bucky wouldn’t be telling that secret unless push came to shove.

Too bad for Tony....it does.

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Perestroika by blue_pointer for InsaneJuliann According to Doctor Strange's vision, Tony Stark is the only man who can save the universe from the Decimation. But who will save Tony Stark? Bucky must use the Time stone to travel to the past and make sure Tony makes it safely to 2023.

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Drowning by sara_wolfe for EchoSiriusRumme It was only supposed to be a prank. It wasn't supposed to go this wrong...

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Travelling the world only to end up home by JenJo for hopespym Bucky has been travelling with his son to try and find a blacksmith who can fix his arm.

He ends up back where everything started for him, in a place where he had once dared to dream of a future, before he had his heart broken.

Tony has spent his time building a name for himself as the blacksmith who can fix anything and everything. He never expected to see the man who broke his heart walk through his door.

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What happens in Zurich by siyuttov for TheVagabondBoy Tony Stark is sent to evaluate the Winter Soldier, who claims to have defected from Hydra and is hoping SHIELD can help take down his former employers.

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Not Ideal but Workable by calmena for marsmaywander Tony and Bucky go on a date. It goes about as wrong as it can, to the surprise of exactly nobody.

They make it work, anyway.

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tell me who i am (because i don't know) by scarynoodles for ChaoticDemon “Is that all you called me here for?”

Tony stands up abruptly, walking around the desk and glancing out one of the windows. “No, actually. See, Pepper’s been nagging me to get an actual bodyguard since that happened. Usually, I would just argue that I don’t need one, since – technically, I’m my own bodyguard, but now she won’t let up since I was in the suit and still couldn’t fight back against a civilian.” Tony ignores the heat crawling up the back of his neck at that. It had been pretty embarrassing that he’d been jumped like that. “I figured, I might as well hire someone on my own terms before she did it for me. And you’re a good guy, clearly, otherwise you wouldn’t have done what you did. So, want to become my bodyguard?”

It's 2012, and the Avengers have defeated Loki and his army. Tony has a new bodyguard, and all seems well.

Except – his bodyguard acts really strangely at times, and he doesn't seem to be caught up with the world around him. He has a dark, mysterious past which he refuses to divulge beyond little tidbits. Once, he claimed to have killed people. Not to mention he reminds Tony of someone he used to know – someone he used to love – decades ago.

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How to Survive a Haunted House by marsmaywander for Briz “Lord save me from crazy white boys,” were probably going to be Rhodey’s last words. He didn’t care what his friend said; this place was haunted, and they were both gonna end up dead because Tony was too taken in by the ample closet space.

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it starts and ends with memory by Rowantreeisme for Arboreal Tony Carbonell is a completely normal professor at MIT. He tutors kids, both in his class and not, and builds things in his free time. He feeds stray cats and drinks too much coffee and wears dorky shirts to class. He's also an Avenger and the son of the late Howard Stark. He's pretty sure, though, that no one except his two closest friends and his AI's know this. And then the Winter Soldier breaks into his home.

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Will you? [Comic] by MassiveSpaceWren for FreyaS Tony hadn't planned his proposal like this...

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Give or Take by beir for BrightEyesIllusionist After everything, the prince could only hope his ill-fated plan would work.

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Near Miss by Arboreal for justanotherpipedream A car accident, the police had said. He could have lost them to something as stupid as a car accident.

He could have lost them, and his last memories of them would be of arguing with his father and ignoring his mother.

Bucky's trigger words begin to fail. This changes things.

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Tony Stark's Home for Wayward Assassins by gryvon for Stark-N-Barnes Tony Stark's too busy running Stark Resilient and making technological breakthroughs in clean energy and medical technology to pay too much attention to all the superheroes that have been popping up since that crazy horned guy trashed New York City. Then one shows up at his house in the middle of the night demanding Tony fix his broken metal arm and Tony can't in good conscious kick him out after.

Or, how a Tony Stark that never became Iron Man ended up with a Russian assassin living in his mansion.

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Moonshine by InsaneJuliann for blue_pointer Tony's a werewolf and a single dad, which means he doesn't have much time for the dating scene. But a small push from friends leads to him meeting Bucky. Totally human, great, and very interested Bucky. And for the first time in a while, Tony's interested in more than just a life that orbits around only his daughter.

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Fake It 'Til You Make It by hopespym for Reioka So sure. Since he’d gotten back from his station overseas, life hadn’t really been treating him too good.

Before he’d gone he’d had no trouble at all finding someone for the night and even managed a couple of relationships that had all (seemingly) been going pretty well until he’d been left behind as the others continued on with their lives, and after he’d gotten back he hadn’t even really bothered anything.

And all Tinder got him was mugged one time.

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Iron Man: Legend of the Seven Seas by BrightEyesIllusionist for Rowantreeisme Tony Stark is a black hearted pirate who ran away from home years ago. His latest target? The legendary Book of Peace which maintains the treaty between the kingdoms. But the God of Chaos has other plans for the book, and yet more for the black hearted pirate.

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fight 'til we see the sunlight by burbear for siyuttov There are days where Tony regrets not going back on his word, where he wishes he had told Steve “No, actually, keep that murderer out of my house and as far from me as possible.” Pepper and Rhodey even said he should. Not in as many words, certainly not because of Barnes, but because they know Tony.

Tony knows, though, that the safest place for Barnes—and everyone else, since the first day people found out about the Winter Soldier more and more civilians were getting grand ideas about bringing him in—is the Tower. His only stipulation is that Steve keeps Barnes away from him.

His timer is steadily ticking toward zero, to the day he meets his soulmate, but to be honest? Tony has a lot more on his mind than someone fate picked out for him.

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When It Rains It Pours by DreamcatchersDaughter for beir Bucky's sure Tony is half werewolf, Tony is sure Bucky is all fae.... What happens when they are both wrong?

Or 3 times these idiots got it wrong and 1 time they got it so right.

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Hope and Heroes by Zola9612 for endof_theline Young Tony was born without a soul mark. How does that affect his life?

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Your Hand In Mine by celtic7irish for Harpyienkind Omega Tony Stark is the son of Lord Stark. Ever since he presented as an Omega, he has been promised to Lord Barnes, a ruthless warrior of Hydra that he has never even met. Three months pregnant by his lover and heat-partner, Bucky, Tony is terrified for both himself and the unborn child. But Tony Stark has never backed down before, and he’s not about to start now.

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share and celebrate by Potrix for Zola9612 It’s been almost twenty-four hours, but still none of it seems or feels entirely real.

Well, to be fair, learning about the existence of parallel universes, finding out there’s at least one other Earth that has been destroyed by a threat his Earth isn’t even fully aware of yet, and getting two other-universe versions of people he’s currently not exactly on speaking terms with dropped into his lap has been kind of a lot.

It might take Tony another day—or year, more likely—to wrap his head around all of that.

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Wanted: Boyfriend by Briz for DreamcatchersDaughter Well, it was not every day that a job offer knocked on his door looking like something straight out of a porno.

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Cuddles by Briz for Iron_Eirlyssa Thing is, Tony likes touch. In fact, scratch that - he loves touch. He finds out that so does Bucky.

#winterironspringfling #winteriron #buckytony #tony stark #bucky barnes #gift list

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universitybookstore · 5 years ago

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THE GRAVEYARD BY THE SEA

This quiet roof, where dove-sails saunter by, Between the pines, the tombs, throbs visibly. Impartial noon patterns the sea in flame -- That sea forever starting and re-starting. When thought has had its hour, oh how rewarding Are the long vistas of celestial calm! What grace of light, what pure toil goes to form The manifold diamond of the elusive foam! What peace I feel begotten at that source! When sunlight rests upon a profound sea, Time's air is sparkling, dream is certainty -- Pure artifice both of an eternal Cause. Sure treasure, simple shrine to intelligence, Palpable calm, visible reticence, Proud-lidded water, Eye wherein there wells Under a film of fire such depth of sleep -- O silence! . . . Mansion in my soul, you slope Of gold, roof of a myriad golden tiles. Temple of time, within a brief sigh bounded, To this rare height inured I climb, surrounded By the horizons of a sea-girt eye. And, like my supreme offering to the gods, That peaceful coruscation only breeds A loftier indifference on the sky. Even as a fruit's absorbed in the enjoying, Even as within the mouth its body dying Changes into delight through dissolution, So to my melted soul the heavens declare All bounds transfigured into a boundless air, And I breathe now my future's emanation. Beautiful heaven, true heaven, look how I change! After such arrogance, after so much strange Idleness -- strange, yet full of potency -- I am all open to these shining spaces; Over the homes of the dead my shadow passes, Ghosting along -- a ghost subduing me. My soul laid bare to your midsummer fire, O just, impartial light whom I admire, Whose arms are merciless, you have I stayed And give back, pure, to your original place. Look at yourself . . . But to give light implies No less a somber moiety of shade. Oh, for myself alone, mine, deep within At the heart's quick, the poem's fount, between The void and its pure issue, I beseech The intimations of my secret power. O bitter, dark, and echoing reservoir Speaking of depths always beyond my reach. But know you -- feigning prisoner of the boughs, Gulf which cats up their slender prison-bars, Secret which dazzles though mine eyes are closed -- What body drags me to its lingering end, What mind draws it to this bone-peopled ground? A star broods there on all that I have lost. Closed, hallowed, full of insubstantial fire, Morsel of earth to heaven's light given o'er -- This plot, ruled by its flambeaux, pleases me -- A place all gold, stone, and dark wood, where shudders So much marble above so many shadows: And on my tombs, asleep, the faithful sea. Keep off the idolaters, bright watch-dog, while -- A solitary with the shepherd's smile -- I pasture long my sheep, my mysteries, My snow-white flock of undisturbed graves! Drive far away from here the careful doves, The vain daydreams, the angels' questioning eyes! Now present here, the future takes its time. The brittle insect scrapes at the dry loam; All is burnt up, used up, drawn up in air To some ineffably rarefied solution . . . Life is enlarged, drunk with annihilation, And bitterness is sweet, and the spirit clear. The dead lie easy, hidden in earth where they Are warmed and have their mysteries burnt away. Motionless noon, noon aloft in the blue Broods on itself -- a self-sufficient theme. O rounded dome and perfect diadem, I am what's changing secretly in you. I am the only medium for your fears. My penitence, my doubts, my baulked desires -- These are the flaw within your diamond pride . . . But in their heavy night, cumbered with marble, Under the roots of trees a shadow people Has slowly now come over to your side. To an impervious nothingness they're thinned, For the red clay has swallowed the white kind; Into the flowers that gift of life has passed. Where are the dead? -- their homely turns of speech, The personal grace, the soul informing each? Grubs thread their way where tears were once composed. The bird-sharp cries of girls whom love is teasing, The eyes, the teeth, the eyelids moistly closing, The pretty breast that gambles with the flame, The crimson blood shining when lips are yielded, The last gift, and the fingers that would shield it -- All go to earth, go back into the game. And you, great soul, is there yet hope in you To find some dream without the lying hue That gold or wave offers to fleshly eyes? Will you be singing still when you're thin air? All perishes. A thing of flesh and pore Am I. Divine impatience also dies. Lean immortality, all crêpe and gold, Laurelled consoler frightening to behold, Death is a womb, a mother's breast, you feign The fine illusion, oh the pious trick! Who does not know them, and is not made sick That empty skull, that everlasting grin? Ancestors deep down there, 0 derelict heads Whom such a weight of spaded earth o'erspreads, Who are the earth, in whom our steps are lost, The real flesh-eater, worm unanswerable Is not for you that sleep under the table: Life is his meat, and I am still his host. 'Love,' shall we call him? 'Hatred of self,' maybe? His secret tooth is so intimate with me That any name would suit him well enough, Enough that he can see, will, daydream, touch -- My flesh delights him, even upon my couch I live but as a morsel of his life. Zeno, Zeno, cruel philosopher Zeno, Have you then pierced me with your feathered arrow That hums and flies, yet does not fly! The sounding Shaft gives me life, the arrow kills. Oh, sun! -- Oh, what a tortoise-shadow to outrun My soul, Achilles' giant stride left standing! No, no! Arise! The future years unfold. Shatter, O body, meditation's mould! And, O my breast, drink in the wind's reviving! A freshness, exhalation of the sea, Restores my soul . . . Salt-breathing potency! Let's run at the waves and be hurled back to living! Yes, mighty sea with such wild frenzies gifted (The panther skin and the rent chlamys), sifted All over with sun-images that glisten, Creature supreme, drunk on your own blue flesh, Who in a tumult like the deepest hush Bite at your sequin-glittering tail -- yes, listen! The wind is rising! . . . We must try to live! The huge air opens and shuts my book: the wave Dares to explode out of the rocks in reeking Spray. Fly away, my sun-bewildered pages! Break, waves! Break up with your rejoicing surges This quiet roof where sails like doves were pecking. Original French Text Le cimetière marin Translation by C. Day Lewis The French text and English translation side by side Ce toit tranquille, où marchent des colombes, Entre les pins palpite, entre les tombes; Midi le juste y compose de feux La mer, la mer, toujours recommencee O récompense après une pensée Qu'un long regard sur le calme des dieux! Quel pur travail de fins éclairs consume Maint diamant d'imperceptible écume, Et quelle paix semble se concevoir! Quand sur l'abîme un soleil se repose, Ouvrages purs d'une éternelle cause, Le temps scintille et le songe est savoir. Stable trésor, temple simple à Minerve, Masse de calme, et visible réserve, Eau sourcilleuse, Oeil qui gardes en toi Tant de sommeil sous une voile de flamme, O mon silence! . . . Édifice dans l'ame, Mais comble d'or aux mille tuiles, Toit! Temple du Temps, qu'un seul soupir résume, À ce point pur je monte et m'accoutume, Tout entouré de mon regard marin; Et comme aux dieux mon offrande suprême, La scintillation sereine sème Sur l'altitude un dédain souverain. Comme le fruit se fond en jouissance, Comme en délice il change son absence Dans une bouche où sa forme se meurt, Je hume ici ma future fumée, Et le ciel chante à l'âme consumée Le changement des rives en rumeur. Beau ciel, vrai ciel, regarde-moi qui change! Après tant d'orgueil, après tant d'étrange Oisiveté, mais pleine de pouvoir, Je m'abandonne à ce brillant espace, Sur les maisons des morts mon ombre passe Qui m'apprivoise à son frêle mouvoir. L'âme exposée aux torches du solstice, Je te soutiens, admirable justice De la lumière aux armes sans pitié! Je te tends pure à ta place première, Regarde-toi! . . . Mais rendre la lumière Suppose d'ombre une morne moitié. O pour moi seul, à moi seul, en moi-même, Auprès d'un coeur, aux sources du poème, Entre le vide et l'événement pur, J'attends l'écho de ma grandeur interne, Amère, sombre, et sonore citerne, Sonnant dans l'âme un creux toujours futur! Sais-tu, fausse captive des feuillages, Golfe mangeur de ces maigres grillages, Sur mes yeux clos, secrets éblouissants, Quel corps me traîne à sa fin paresseuse, Quel front l'attire à cette terre osseuse? Une étincelle y pense à mes absents. Fermé, sacré, plein d'un feu sans matière, Fragment terrestre offert à la lumière, Ce lieu me plaît, dominé de flambeaux, Composé d'or, de pierre et d'arbres sombres, Où tant de marbre est tremblant sur tant d'ombres; La mer fidèle y dort sur mes tombeaux! Chienne splendide, écarte l'idolâtre! Quand solitaire au sourire de pâtre, Je pais longtemps, moutons mystérieux, Le blanc troupeau de mes tranquilles tombes, Éloignes-en les prudentes colombes, Les songes vains, les anges curieux! Ici venu, l'avenir est paresse. L'insecte net gratte la sécheresse; Tout est brûlé, défait, reçu dans l'air A je ne sais quelle sévère essence . . . La vie est vaste, étant ivre d'absence, Et l'amertume est douce, et l'esprit clair. Les morts cachés sont bien dans cette terre Qui les réchauffe et sèche leur mystère. Midi là-haut, Midi sans mouvement En soi se pense et convient à soi-même Tête complète et parfait diadème, Je suis en toi le secret changement. Tu n'as que moi pour contenir tes craintes! Mes repentirs, mes doutes, mes contraintes Sont le défaut de ton grand diamant! . . . Mais dans leur nuit toute lourde de marbres, Un peuple vague aux racines des arbres A pris déjà ton parti lentement. Ils ont fondu dans une absence épaisse, L'argile rouge a bu la blanche espèce, Le don de vivre a passé dans les fleurs! Où sont des morts les phrases familières, L'art personnel, les âmes singulières? La larve file où se formaient les pleurs. Les cris aigus des filles chatouillées, Les yeux, les dents, les paupières mouillées, Le sein charmant qui joue avec le feu, Le sang qui brille aux lèvres qui se rendent, Les derniers dons, les doigts qui les défendent, Tout va sous terre et rentre dans le jeu! Et vous, grande âme, espérez-vous un songe Qui n'aura plus ces couleurs de mensonge Qu'aux yeux de chair l'onde et l'or font ici? Chanterez-vous quand serez vaporeuse? Allez! Tout fuit! Ma présence est poreuse, La sainte impatience meurt aussi! Maigre immortalité noire et dorée, Consolatrice affreusement laurée, Qui de la mort fais un sein maternel, Le beau mensonge et la pieuse ruse! Qui ne connaît, et qui ne les refuse, Ce crâne vide et ce rire éternel! Pères profonds, têtes inhabitées, Qui sous le poids de tant de pelletées, Êtes la terre et confondez nos pas, Le vrai rongeur, le ver irréfutable N'est point pour vous qui dormez sous la table, Il vit de vie, il ne me quitte pas! Amour, peut-être, ou de moi-même haine? Sa dent secrète est de moi si prochaine Que tous les noms lui peuvent convenir! Qu'importe! Il voit, il veut, il songe, il touche! Ma chair lui plaît, et jusque sur ma couche, À ce vivant je vis d'appartenir! Zénon! Cruel Zénon! Zénon d'Êlée! M'as-tu percé de cette flèche ailée Qui vibre, vole, et qui ne vole pas! Le son m'enfante et la flèche me tue! Ah! le soleil . . . Quelle ombre de tortue Pour l'âme, Achille immobile à grands pas! Non, non! . . . Debout! Dans l'ère successive! Brisez, mon corps, cette forme pensive! Buvez, mon sein, la naissance du vent! Une fraîcheur, de la mer exhalée, Me rend mon âme . . . O puissance salée! Courons à l'onde en rejaillir vivant. Oui! grande mer de delires douée, Peau de panthère et chlamyde trouée, De mille et mille idoles du soleil, Hydre absolue, ivre de ta chair bleue, Qui te remords l'étincelante queue Dans un tumulte au silence pareil Le vent se lève! . . . il faut tenter de vivre! L'air immense ouvre et referme mon livre, La vague en poudre ose jaillir des rocs! Envolez-vous, pages tout éblouies! Rompez, vagues! Rompez d'eaux rejouies Ce toit tranquille où picoraient des focs!

Paul Valery, died July 20, 1945.

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kinkymagnus · 6 years ago

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current top options for nonbinary magnus fic with plot!

twi au with little mermaid vibes

magnus is a merperson(?) who falls in love with a human. possibly alec is a pirate. i just wanna do nb!mermaid magnus, ngl. also, it’s mermay.

i just….really like mermagnus okay

i have Ideas.

space au!!

nb magnus in space. no one cares if you’re wearing a dress or a skirt in space. also, aliens. magnus gets to keep their cat eyes. think star trek except not at all, and possibly with more space pirates.

magnus would be so hot as captain of a ship okay

so would alec tho

fuck

arranged marriage au!!!! ……in space

can you tell i had a lot of ideas and i wanted to combine some?

but really. two worlds, edom and idris, at war. a political marriage is devised to broker peace, and seal the peace treaty. the heir to edom, magnus bane, is sent to alicante to live with their new husband. because lowkey idris was winning before peace.

enemies to friends to lovers!!!

nephilim are not used to downworlder’s more loose grasp on gender norms, and are slightly baffled by magnus, who does absolutely nothing to tone it down, because they like their clothing, damn it, and they can’t stop this marriage but they can damn well have a quiet rebellion.

(they expect alec to force them to stop but alec just quietly compliments the color. this is when magnus begins to think maybe he’s not all bad.)

superhero au! and because shenanigans, our civilian identities met when we were the only people to show up at the local queer support club/GSA.

alec goes to his college’s GSA and only one other person is there: magnus bane, the person who started it. and they’re absolutely beautiful and they get along super well and alec is immediately smitten.

the problem? alec is secretly the local superhero, and magnus is a) the son of his biggest villain, and b) a journalist trying to expose them both.

TWI EDITION OF PREVIOUS AU, AND SWITCHING SOME STUFF AROUND.

magnus is pretty shy and they only show up to the GSA meeting after like a few hours of vamping themself up for it, possibly with encouragement from his lesbian friends, cat and dot. why aren’t they coming? plot reasons because they have a date and plan to come next time.

only to find that the only other person there is the president, confident and sexy as fuck alec lightwood.

alec is like “how have i never seen this beautiful nerd before”

they hit it off but the problem is

magnus already has a lot of issues okay

they’ve recently acquired superpowers and their real dad may or may not be an alien or something? and also evil. and their adoptive dad is dead now. and they’re trying to learn about their powers and also stop this whole conspiracy

said conspiracy involves lightwood industries

which of course. the parents of their new crush own.

fuck.

arranged marriage au… except they’re both merpeople because i CAN.

okay so.

alec is like a tentacle-y mer. because i said so.

and magnus is a siren.

anyway.

honestly i just want

a) arranged marriage shenigians

b) tentacle sex ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

c) siren magnus also sounds rad

#nonbinary magnus #mmmmm

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katzuyas · 6 years ago

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Towards Fiddler’s Green [14/?]

Swimming as a mer, Victor comes to find out, is far more difficult than humans realize. Victor tires easily, flops his tail too little or too much, and has trouble turning whenever it's required. Yuuri sees his struggle and laughs secretly – which Victor thinks adorable, but also so mean he cannot hold back his own grins – until Victor clings to him and begs him to teach him.

So Yuuri does.

He twirls around, tentacles trailing after him like a beautiful dark veil. He shows Victor how to turn, how to stop at will, how to move his tail with the most efficiency and how to conserve as much strength as he can by allowing the water to guide his movements instead of fighting it.

It takes Victor a while to figure things out, but in the end he thinks he is doing a better job than one could expect. For a human, that is. And even if Yuuri bursts out laughing when Victor manages to spin in circles for a good minute before he manages to control his side to side turning, Victor is still proud of himself.

And more than that, he is smitten with his husband's smooth, effortless swimming which reminds Victor so much of dancing. And his beauty. And his laughter. And his–

"You've been staring," Yuuri says, embarrassed purple blooming over his cheeks while they rest along an underwater reef.

"Have I?" Victor chirps back. He's playing innocent, but they both know it's only a front. Yuuri's eyes clearly tell him that where they slant as he gives him a look. "Alright, yes, I have been staring. Can you blame me, though? You're absolutely stunning."

He slides over the hard reef shelf to sit closer to Yuuri and grins when Yuuri's tentacles twist and curl as if he wants to escape but is holding back. He stays, and so Victor rests one hand on where his tentacles are the thickest – right in his lap. Victor leans as close as he can and noses at his husband's cheek. Yuuri's tentacles twist and curl, oh so transparent in his reactions.

"I'm such a lucky man to have a husband as beautiful as you," Victor breathes.

One of Yuuri's tentacles lifts to stroke Victor's cheek and he kisses it, giggling to himself.

"Chris spoke of your charming words to me, but I couldn't believe there could be a better man at flattery than him. After meeting you, I definitely can," Yuuri says. He turns his head to Victor. His flushed cheeks are soft, yet his eyes are softer, and Victor melts in them like his heart melts into bliss. "Do you always speak this way, or is it only for my benefit that you choose to be so sweet?"

"What, can't I profess my love to my husband? Is it a crime?" Victor asks, smiling. "If you hate it, I will stop, but if you don't…"

"I don't hate it," Yuuri answers quickly. "I don't."

It feels like happiness bursts in Victor's chest with the power of a thousand suns. He makes a small sound of joy, and throws both arms around Yuuri's shoulders.

"Then I will keep telling you every day," he promises. "Every hour of every day, every–"

Yuuri laughs. "Stop that! I'm not that beautiful."

"Lies," Victor gasps. "What awful and cruel lies! You are that beautiful. And more. You're the most stunning mer I've ever seen!"

"You must not have seen many of us then," Yuuri says, but in his eyes Victor can see playful sparks of amusement and pleasure in his blushing cheeks.

"Maybe not," Victor agrees, "but no matter how many I see, you are my husband, and thus the most gorgeous of them all. No one could ever match your beauty. I just know it."

Yuuri shakes his head, hair floating every which way in an adorable crown. It gives him a softness that Victor cannot help but adore.

"There is someone that could," Yuuri says then. "Someone who surpasses it easily."

"Wha– Who?"

Victor's surprise is short-lived. Yuuri turns his head to him, lifts a hand to cradle the side of Victor's face, and breathes:

"You."

Everything be damned, Victor blushes like he has never done before in his entire life. His heart trembles inside his chest, sings sweetness and love into his veins. And he knows. He knows that this mer, prince Yuuri, is his for life, and he is truly the luckiest man alive to be able to call him that.

"Yuuri, you–"

Victor begins to vow his eternal love, but a black-ink finger on his lips halts his words.

"You think you are the only one in awe in this marriage?" Yuuri asks, then offers a slanted smile. "I have heard stories of you since I was a babe. 'The most beautiful man to ever live', they call you. Young merfolk chance their parents' wrath each year when they swim up to the surface for even a glimpse of you."

Victor listens with his mouth open. "Me?"

"You." Yuuri nods. "I was one of them, a long time ago, you know."

"What? When?" Victor asks, so baffled at the new knowledge. "You've seen me before?"

"Once. My parents were so worried when I returned after two days." Yuuri smiles to himself at the fond memory. "I only saw you from afar, not enough to hear your voice or see your eyes, but your hair…" Yuuri turns to run a hand through Victor's short silver strands that spill in the water like cobwebs. His smile softens further. "It was so long back then. Silver like the moon itself has kissed your head and blessed you. I was instantly fascinated, yet I could never muster enough courage to swim up closer to shore to talk to you."

He shakes his head, still with a smile. He turns that smile up at Victor, and adds:

"And I remember your smile." Yuuri's thumb rests against Victor's bottom lip, searching for a ghost of it. "It was so big, so carefree, so... warm. It made me want to be close to you. It made me want you. Ever since that day, I couldn't forget you, so when the time for me to marry arrived at last, I blurted out that the only person I could see myself with was you."

"Is that why Chris came to negotiate in your name? Because you said it in the heat of the moment and had to suffer the consequences?" Victor asks, afraid of the answer.

"No, never that." The vehemence in Yuuri's denial soothes Victor's worries. "It might have been a decision guided by my heart, but when I spoke the words I knew them to be nothing but the truth. I could marry no one else but you, and my parents saw it. So they arranged for Chris to carry the offer to you and your parents, and that's how we ended up here."

Yuuri looks to him again. He leans closer and guides Victor's face to allow their foreheads to meet.

"I couldn't believe it when you accepted," Yuuri says, eyes closed. "Were you scared then, too?"

"Baffled," Victor admits, "and scared as well. Chris showed up out of nowhere. I haven't even begun to think of marriage, but what your parents offered was too good for my father to pass up on, so he agreed without thinking of what I might want."

"Do you regret it?"

"Not for a second, no," Victor replies, easy as breathing. "I wish you had spoken to me back then, though. Or that you'd come with Chris, so we could've met earlier. I feel like all this time I have lost on fear I should've spent celebrating instead."

"We still have time to celebrate," Yuuri reminds him, smiling. "We have all the time in the world."

"That we do," Victor agrees, smiling as well. He touches their noses together and breathes in the water that gives life instead of pain. "That we do."

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technoparadigm-blog · 6 years ago

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Verses.

{ On The Side Of Good [ Good! Jack v. 1 ] }

A Good!Jack verse. He is not a Xiaolin warrior in this verse, but uses his skill in robotics to occasionally help the warriors. He is excellent in fighting with a metal staff, that has a variety of functions, such as being used as a taser, and so on and so forth. He is still a businessman in this verse, but he is completely ethical, and does not run his business like a monopoly. He is a powerful figure, but he doesn’t let that get to his head.

{ You Are Challenged By Team Plasma Admin Jack Spicer! [ Pokemon Verse I ] }

Pokemon AU in which Jack was a member of Team Plasma, right up until Colress dissolved it. He obviously started out as a grunt, but rose through the ranks to become Colress’ assistant, helping him with his technology to control Pokemon. Jack chose to secretly follow Colress rather than Ghetsis before Colress took over Team Plasma, and was more than delighted when Colress became leader. Colress appointed him Admin.

After Team Plasma’s dissolvation, Jack chose to stay in Unova, and is still in contact with Colress. Often, they’ll travel together, and sometimes have Pokemon battles together.

[Jack’s Team (Based off of B2/W2 Pokedex): Shiny Magmemite, Excadrill, Umbreon, Gothitelle, Klinklang, Metagross.]

{ You Are Challenged By Team Skull Representative Jack Spicer! [ Pokemon Verse II ] }

In this verse, Jack is the Representative of Team Skull, but only appears unless he has to. Rarely anyone knows he exists as Team Plasma’s Rep. He is a fearless trainer, and sometimes mentors the other grunts. He deeply looks up to Guzma, and dislikes Lusamine greatly for using him. Typically, Jack doesn’t like to cause too much trouble unless he’s feeling pissed or unless ordered by Guzma.

[Jack’s Alolan team: Toxapex (Wuya/F), Mimikyu (M/No nickname by request of Mimikyu), Palossand (M/Rai), Weavile (F/Kimi), Salazzle (F/Shadow), Marowak (M/Salva)]

Mermaid Prince

Meet Prince Sayo– He’s the most childish, egotistical and lovable Prince of a kingdom of mermaids deep under the ocean just a couple of miles off the coast of Japan. He doesn’t care for business, or anything particularly seriously.

And yet, everyone loves him.

It’s his childishness that makes the other Mer laugh when they’re sad, and his kindness knows no bounds when it comes to helping his fellow people out. He’ll continue to be this way, especially when his parents are so strict,forbidding Sayo to do many things, including going on land, but Sayo alwaysdisobeys.

Sayo has saved many from ridiculous and harsh punishments via his parents because he doesn’t feel it’s right to hurt anyone over small matters that can be addressed.

He hopes one day to become king.

Sayo has many different powers, one such including the power to change his tail to legs because of his necklace. The texture of his tail resembles that of Salmon scales.

Sayo can control the waters around him so long as that water has come into contact with his skin. Since Sayo can control his transformation, that is not a problem for him unless someone documents him as a Mer. It would be terrible for a person to anger Sayo when he is in a large body of water.

Sayo can also do several ‘trick’ abilities, such as invisibility, levitation,and telekinesis.

Assassin Verse:

Since the age of 12, young Jack trained to be a weapon under the complete knowledge of his own parents. he knows nothing about the idea of having a childhood and is completely cold-hearted, mindless and blank in expression. he is hired by commission only, sometimes having hits like top-rank officials or even one’s spouse for money. Jack cares nothing about the motive but the money it brings to him.

He is expert in sword skills and with the use of guns as well and his tracks are never left behind. His preferred choice of weapon is a knife. He constantly has to change appearance and names to cover his tracks but it means nothing to him as he will always reap the reward.

His parents do no longer exist after Jack reaches the age of 20– he orchestrates their own demise, leaving all of their riches to him.

Reborn, the Wings of Courage

Jack is a phoenix in this verse, but can appear as human while also materializing his wings as human. He has existed for over 1000 years, born into the world as a symbol of protection, courage and strength. While Jack has lived for so long, he must do as all phoenixes do and die for the next 500 years, only to be reborn after that time frame.

His appearance changes with each cycle, but he can remember his true appearance: scarlet red hair, ruby red eyes, and an affinity for wearing the color black despite the phoenix’s true colors.

In the current cycle, Jack’s appearance is now snow white hair reaching the shoulders, blue eyes, and he has the affinity for wearing the color silver, and all kinds of diamonds.

On cue he can summon divine fire, color changing either to red or white, and his eyes glow of the same color when he fights. His purpose in the world is to protect, and provide courage to those who need it. One can call on Jack if they need him, but for a price. He wants no money, no materialistic things but for that person to always keep their heart true, and he provides a pact for that. Should they break the pact, they will experience true misfortune.

Vampiric Resonance

Jack is a vampire in this verse, a Royal one at that, who has his own court and so on and so forth. Junko, Kasumi, Sora, Raimondo, Shinobu and Takumi all exist as his elite set of vampiric guards to protect him as well as keep his followers in check.

He rules in his own dimension, in which the atmosphere is always dark but never gloomy. It resembles a futuristic cyberpunk era. For the most part, everyone is loyal to him & Jack is never truly angered unless those that try to revolt against him surface, so there is no need for bloodshed and grimace.

However with being a vampire and having his own kingdom, Jack needs his fill and will often cross dimensions and reach Earth for a short period of time to satisfy said fill, which is always the blood of three humans. Nothing more, nothing less.

Child of the Machine

Jack was a sickly boy from a young age. His sickness was so severe that his parents thought he wouldn’t make it. Despite it, Jack grew to the age of 17 having a extensive knowledge on technology. His parents thought he was obsessed with technology because he was trying to find a cure to his ailment, but it was for a much different reason.

He slowly constructed himself into something he loved– a robot. He retained his human emotions and organs, but he is entirely technological and cannot die under any circumstance. His movement and sense of humanity is still present, but he is no longer human.

To this day, his parents cannot tell the difference. All they know is that Jack is cured under ‘mysterious circumstances’.

Modern Verse

Sayo was brought up by his birth parents, Aiko and Shou Saito, who raised their child with extreme care while also making sure their son was able to enjoy the things he liked. Since Sayo was their only child, and they had extreme wealth, they took a variety of measures to make sure he was safe, such as making sure he was with bodyguards at all times: at school and with leisure activities. [These would be Junko, Kasumi, Shinobu, Takumi, Sora and Raimondo, respectively, though Junko and Kasumi are the ones who are with Sayo most.]

Sayo’s parents allowed him to live on his own only when he was sure of it and at the age of 21, he chose to move into his own mansion and keep into contact with them. He also chose to go into his own field of robotics, creating his own inventions and having his name be recognized. He chose only to receive the least amount of help from them in order to earn his recognition. By the time he is 27, he has become a great innovator, and a person all CEO-hopefuls want to be.

However, with his recognition does Sayo become much more bold and daring. He does his work ethically, yet there are moments where he is tempted by ideas of corruption but never acts on it. There are many that fear him, because of his boldness, and because of his sharp tongue, so he is not one to be trifled with.

Other notes:

- He carries a hand fan with him, decorated in gold and black designs. It has a dangling charm that comes with it, the charm being a gold coin.

- Since Sayo’s birth parents never gave him up in this verse, I’ll go by ‘Ayumu/Sayo’ for him here. (Sometimes I’ll forget and refer to him as Jack to make it easier.)

- He is not afraid to speak his mind, and will challenge anyone who challenges him.

- He isn’t afraid to lean towards unethical things in terms of those who try to challenge him. This meaning that Sayo would not do unethical things in terms of his own business (like trying to ‘take over’ potential competition like he does in main verse) but rather to sabotage other businesses if he feels the CEO/Owner of that business is ill-mannered and unfit to be in a position of power, or if that person has tried to sabotage him.

Teen Verse ---> Modern Verse

Part of the Modern Verse. Jack before he moved out from his parents’ home at the age of 21. His parents wanted him to enjoy the things he liked, and therefore, he was allowed to have any sort of classes he liked, such as calligraphy classes, art, and so on. However, he chooses to train in martial arts and sword use. It does a great deal on his body as he forces himself to be stronger and overcome his osteopenia.

He is often reserved, not willing to speak and others but has a sharp and cold tongue. Though it hurts his body, he is perfectly capable of fighting and will force himself to endure whatever pain he has in order to survive. At this point in time, he isn’t thinking about his future profession as a roboticist/inventor. He just wants to live.

Notes:

- He’ll have one of his bodyguards with him at all times *mentioned above for modern verse.

- It takes a great deal to become friends with him.

- Dresses elegantly, carrying the same hand fan mentioned in modern verse. A parting gift from his mother so that he could always remember to see her and his father as well.

- Likes to turn a bad situation in his favor.

Witch of Justice (Magick Verse)

Jack comes from a lineage of witches. His parents expeced him to follow the tradition, and Jack chose to do so, but in his own way. Since he knew his ancestry to have cast malicious spells, and his parents to do similar, he chose to use his power to provide liberation for others. Jack isn’t tied to a specific element when he does his spells, but he’s been known to use primarily storm, wind, and fire magicks.

His parents are disapproving. They believe he should be asking for a price for his services, and using magick that would “make one fear him.” Jack, however, doesn’t wish to use his power for that, and knows he would have an overbearing opposition from his parents, so he leaves them and opens his own shop, continuing the lineage how he sees fit.

#☣ // verses.#☣ // let's try again; the path of wickedness is not the one {good verse}.#☣ // cruel assistant {you are challenged by team plasma admin jack spicer!}#☣ // dorkish rep {you are challenged by team skull representative jack spicer!}.#☣ // jewel of the sea {mermaid prince}.#☣ // blood oath {assassin}.#☣ // the wings of courage {phoenix}#☣ // lips stained red {vampiric resonance}.#☣ // sayo.exe has been reborn {child of the machine}.#☣ // sharp tongue; heart of gall {modern}.#☣ // cold gaze; heart of gall {teen verse to modern verse}.#☣ // the witch of justice {magick verse}.

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That alien au is fantastic! it's so great and I want to know more of the plot

ldgblgb you’re assuming there is a plot and not, like, a series of bad excuses but thank you

anyway here’s the chatlog where we came up with it, warning for some nsfw and @yavieriel and i being nerds at length ^_^

simaethae: so what’s YOUR worst modern AU

[20:07] simaethae: i think i’ve read coffeeshop AUs in otherfandoms which talked about baking, which was their one redeeming feature

[20:10] Yavieriel: Coffeeshop AUs do have that redeemingfuture

[20:10] Yavieriel: (well, sometimes)

[20:10] simaethae: occasionally!

[20:10] Yavieriel: man there’s so many awful modern AUs tochoose from

[20:10] simaethae: oooh, sports AU. i know nothing aboutsports but i’m sure they have to exist

[20:12] Yavieriel: I’m not sure if it still counts as amodern AU, but for most what-the-fuck fandom trends, “the characters aremerpeople who are kept in captivity and forced to breed to produce mer-caviar,which is considered a culinary delicacy” has to win some kind of prize

[20:12] simaethae: oh my god

[20:12] Yavieriel: I’m trying to think how that would evenwork with Sauron and Tyelpe

[20:12] Yavieriel: suddenly Sauron is a lot moresympathetic?

[20:13] simaethae: i mean i would not exactly be AGAINSTsome xeno dubcon but the problem with AUs for the Silm is that without thecontext it’s really hard to get the characterisation remotely similar?

[20:13] Yavieriel: right, I was trying to think of some kindof.. parallels and

[20:13] Yavieriel: it very quickly turns into a completelydifferent dynamic

[20:14] simaethae: ….Sauron as the unethical scientistexperimenting on mer-Tyelpe. sexy bad experimentation. but that makesTyelpe…. kind of boringly passive?

[20:14] Yavieriel: Sauron as a traitor mer who’s beenselling other mers into captivity, maybe?

[20:14] simaethae: lmao

[20:15] simaethae: i still feel like that would be kind of adifferent dynamic tho

[20:15] Yavieriel: man one of the things that was reallystriking in the Strife of Truth with Art was how similar Sauron and Celebrimborstart sounding once you summarize too much and lose the context/details

[20:15] simaethae: bc External Threat?

[20:16] simaethae: yeah!!

[20:16] simaethae: i commented on how all the “whobetrayed whom” and “who stole knowledge/rings from whom” stuffwas getting super confused

[20:17] simaethae: which makes sense! especially when it’sbeen filtered through humans who’ve also been getting Sauron’s side of thestory

[20:17] Yavieriel: otoh in less-weird modern AUs, I feellike some kind of holiday-retail employment setting would be the meanest/mostinsulting to the characters

[20:17] simaethae: ahaha omg

[20:17] simaethae: but Sauron as the world’s worst managerwould be great. especially because he thinks he’s the best and has theflowcharts to prove it

[20:17] Yavieriel: at least in high school there’s the weirdsocial stuff where Sauron and/or Celebrimbor can have extravagant degrees ofinfluence over others

[20:18] Yavieriel: oh lord, yeah Sauron would be

[20:19] Yavieriel: although then I feel like Tyelpe has tobe, like, the other manager? Or hisboss? Everyone is baffled why theirgenuinely good boss decided to hire this asshole and thinks he’s so great

[20:19] simaethae: Tyelpe does a work placement with AngbandLLP, accidentally invents a way to improve [productivity metric] by 80%inbetween Sauron trying to do the good corporate mentor thing which, uh, doesnot exactly /not/ look like sexual harassment but Tyelpe isn’t sure he. minds?

[20:19] Yavieriel: [snorts]

[20:20] simaethae: it’s still not exactly getting theEregion dynamic tho is it

[20:20] Yavieriel: “is it sexual harassment if you’reinto it?” "yes, but for thepeople around you instead"

[20:20] simaethae: lol yep

[20:20] Yavieriel: no, they’d need to be like…Tony-Stark-type genius inventor CEOs and Annatar is in disguise doing corporateespionage

[20:21] simaethae: oooh, yep

[20:22] simaethae: Tyelpe’s the Stark-type CEO and Annataris his terrifying PA, popular rumour has it that they’re sleeping together,Annatar started the rumour out of sexual frustration

[20:22] Yavieriel: the degree of influence and independenceand power they both have is just too high to really translate into being anysort of average person

[20:22] Yavieriel: [chokes]

[20:22] Yavieriel: does Tyelpe even notice that everyonethinks they’re sleeping together?

[20:23] Yavieriel: Annatar as secretly-evil!Pepper Potts,flame powers and all

[20:23] simaethae: yeah also realistically Annatar - doesn’twork for me very well as a human? because the bullshit he pulls is interestingif he’s a powerful alien who doesn’t get it, but would just be ordinarilyboring and shitty from a human :/

[20:23] simaethae: YEAH

[20:23] Yavieriel: right, if he’s human it’s just regularassholish-ness

[20:23] Yavieriel: shapeshifting alien Annatar?

[20:23] simaethae: …how would “secretly evil”even look in Marvel, all their governments are dying to be dictatorships anyway

[20:23] simaethae: yeah!!

[20:24] simaethae: i think you fixed it

[20:24] Yavieriel: if you go with an actual comic-book-typesetting that’s totally within bounds of plausible/normal

[20:24] simaethae: i think i’ve actually read fic along/vaguely/ similar lines involving Tony Stark and Loki, tho i might just befree-associating

[20:25] Yavieriel: keep the industrial espionage angleexcept Annatar was formerly like, Dr. Doom’s chief henchman? Only he decided Tyelpe makes a much betterboss so Doom can go fuck himslef

[20:25] simaethae: shapeshifting evil alien Annatar decidesto work his way into a position of trust with Tyelpe, powerful CEO doing cleanenergy stuff, to get access to world leaders and work out how to work thesystem in advance of his bid for power

[20:25] Yavieriel: no I think I have too

[20:26] Yavieriel: or possibly we’re both free-associatingLise’s Steve/Loki series + all the Tony/Loki fic out there

[20:27] simaethae: Annatar is unavoidably distracted fromworld conquest because a) he kind of likes running a multinational company,it’s genuinely well-suited to his talents, and b) significant amounts of timewondering why Tyelperinquar won’t take the hint and importune his assistantalready

[20:27] simaethae: i think i actually still have thatbookmarked to read? but yeah

[20:28] Yavieriel: right, can’t Tyelpe at least be immoralenough to take some of the really blatant cues Annatar has been giving him

[…]

[20:44] simaethae: yeah, i was going to say Annatar would bereally great at running a big company, albeit partly by terrorising otherpeople into doing a good job and relentless delight in bureaucracy, so he’saccidentally damaged his prospects by making Tyelpe terrified he’ll quit

[20:44] Yavieriel: right, that time Annatar was running hishands of Tyelpe’s latest prototype and super into Tyelpe’s explanation of[obscure technical aspect of it] was honestly the closest he got to actuallypersuading Tyelpe to make a move

[20:44] simaethae: Tyelpe really likes being able to trustsomeone else to do the paperwork! what if he hits on Annatar and Annatarresigns and then he has to go back to filling in Form 33.C in triplicatehimself again!

[20:45] simaethae: :D Tyelpe is uncomfortably aware that hisfantasies about Annatar touching his engineering work are getting kind ofinappropriate

[20:45] Yavieriel: spend all that time actually managing hiscompany instead of inventing stuff and letting Annatar handle thelogistics? The horror

[20:46] Yavieriel: (the potential for incredibly high-techbdsm sex toys in this scenario :smile: :smile: :D)

[20:46] simaethae: everyone else assumes they’re definitelyfucking and Tyelpe’s protests about how he would Never Do That are just areputation thing

[20:46] simaethae: (ohh, yes, excellent point!!)

[20:48] Yavieriel: people would be more concerned about thisin the general “unethical behavior from my employer” way except thatTyelpe has never even hinted at interest in anyone else, so everyone sort ofshrugs at it

[20:49] simaethae: also people who have actually met Annatartend to form a pretty accurate opinion of who would REALLY be more likely tosexually exploit who >_>

[20:49] Yavieriel: RIGHT

[20:49] Yavieriel: the handful of people who have consideredbringing this up with Annatar very quickly end up disabused of the notion thatAnnatar is being coerced in any way

[20:50] Yavieriel: if anyone’s getting coerced it’s them,they will be very happy to never be in the same room with Annatar again, thankyou

[20:51] Yavieriel: (obviously none of them had actually metAnnatar before, beyond possibly a polite handshake)

[20:51] simaethae: ….probably slightly more worried aboutTyelpe tho! Galadriel is one of the few people to be mostly sure they’re reallynot fucking, but it took some really embarrassingly conversations with Tyelpeto get there

[20:51] simaethae: yeah, or not in more than smileycorporate assistant persona :>

[20:53] Yavieriel: Galadriel is actually sure they’re notfucking and not entirely sure how she should feel about this, because on theone hand Annatar seems like a terrible choice, but on the other hand… Tyelpedoes need someone to take care of him, actually seems rather attached toAnnatar, and Annatar bizarrely enough seems to have some genuine feeling forTyelpe?

[20:53] simaethae: presumably it actually works out onceEvil Shapeshifting Alien invasion happens and Annatar changes sides orsomething because this was Not The Plan, he’s increasingly unsure what the planwas but it was Not This, but with some dramatic interludes in which no oneincluding Annatar is completely sure which side he’s on

[20:53] Yavieriel: why couldn’t her favorite cousin havebetter taste, she asks

[20:53] simaethae: yeah, Galadriel can’t stand Annatar butTyelpe seems…. happier?

[20:54] Yavieriel: right, like he’s definitely not on TeamSave The World, but he is on Team How Dare You Make My Boyfriend Unhappy andThreaten My Corporate Empire

[20:55] simaethae: or at least, happier when he’s aroundAnnatar, he gets this wistful look somtimes and she grits her teeth and tellsherself that bastard had better look after her cousin

[20:55] simaethae: yeah!

[20:55] simaethae: team How Dare You Touch What’s Mine :)

[20:56] simaethae: Annatar eventually gets fired, mayberehired, but also finally laid in the space of about an hour

[20:56] Yavieriel: tbh I think I read something like thatwith Superman and Lex Luthor, where Luthor ends up using his powers for goodbecause no one else is allowed to kill Superman and destroy Earth, how darethey

[20:56] simaethae: didn’t astolat maybe write some stuffalong those lines?

[20:56] Yavieriel: very probably

[20:57] Yavieriel: that would explain why I was reading it,usually I’m strictly team Superman/Batman

[20:57] simaethae: (so if Annatar’s actually a shapeshiftingalien I assume Tyelpe is. curious about the biology involved. he doesn’t wantto make Annatar feel as if Tyelpe’s not into his real form - if he has a realform, obviously this is purely in a spirit of scientific enquiry - )

[20:58] Yavieriel: yesssss

[20:59] Yavieriel: possibly there are tentacles involved:heart:

[21:03] Yavieriel: but definitely Weird Alien Biology,Tyelpe is very into this, Annatar finds it all fascinating and they mutuallyfind it really sexy when Annatar shows off his assorted alien features toTyelpe

[21:03] simaethae: yeah!

[21:04] simaethae: also Annatar being kind of - genuinelymoved by how into him Tyelpe is

[21:05] simaethae: turns out Tyelpe actually likes Annatarfor himself even when he forgets to constantly fake a more amenable persona??

[21:05] Yavieriel: right, and being surprised how much itmatters to him that Tyelpe does care about his not-human aspects

[21:05] simaethae: yesssss

[21:05] simaethae: Annatar wouldn’t have expected himself tocare!

[21:06] Yavieriel: right! He’s a shapeshifter by nature, it shouldn’t matter which form[s] hislover is attracted to they’re all his technically

[21:06] Yavieriel: but. Tyelpe is just into him, as a person, regardless

[21:06] simaethae: probably they go through kind of a weirdphase where Annatar’s like “so what would you like me to look liketonight” before they both work out that’s…. not really doing it foreither of them

[21:07] simaethae: (well, for Annatar maybe a /little/, but)

[21:07] Yavieriel: maybe Annatar’s native species is somekind of hyper-evolved octopus

[21:07] simaethae: ….i mean on the one hand excuse fortentacles, but on the other hand cephalopods ARE really good at camouflage??

[21:08] Yavieriel: it does a little for Annatar but he sortof realizes that it’s more “letting Tyelpe decide what he looks like/setrules” than the shapeshifting per se

[21:08] Yavieriel: right, like I was trying to think of whatwould be a good shapeshifty-species and also a native form that’s still atleast sorta appealing by human standards?

[21:10] Yavieriel: Annatar as something sort of like thishttps://i.pinimg.com/736x/83/61/49/836149daf9187173d766a3076eb762f9–octopus-mermaid-a-mermaid.jpg

[21:10] Yavieriel: but with golden hair-tentacles

[21:10] simaethae: YEAH

[21:10] simaethae: sharp teeth :)

[21:11] Yavieriel: and like, extrasensory stuff going on viaidk, telepathic tentacles or something?

[21:11] Yavieriel: RIGHT

[21:11] simaethae: some sort of electromagnetic ESP stuff?

[21:12] simaethae: because i’m p sure some fish can actuallydo that, idk about cephalopods but it wouldn’t surprise me

[21:12] Yavieriel:https://i.pinimg.com/736x/dd/6a/9b/dd6a9b56efa1308938dd8f9eee4cc4a4–elf-warrior-fantasy-warrior.jpgooooh, there we go, the hair-tentacles like I was thinking

[21:13] Yavieriel: yeah, and also now Tyelpe knows whyAnnatar always had perfect hair

[21:13] simaethae: NICE

[21:14] simaethae: also Annatar getting turned on by Tyelpebeing an alien to /him/?

[21:15] Yavieriel: Annatar’s native form isn’t actually verywell adapted for surviving on land, but they have a great deal of fun figuringout a sort of hybrid state that’s a bit more humanoid and handles being on land(or at least, in bed) better

[21:15] simaethae: (“your spinal vertebrae are in thesame place /all the time/?” “yes, uh, please don’t try to rearrangethem - ”)

[21:16] Yavieriel: the oxygen-deprivation can be fun, butthey’d rather not have to work around it every time they feel like getting thetentacles out

[21:17] simaethae: yeah, and also presumably Annatarwouldn’t actually be super comfortable in unsalted chlorinated water withoutany adaptations, so the bath wouldn’t be a great solution

[21:18] Yavieriel: right, like, sure Tyelpe can afford tohave a large saltwater tank installed but that has it’s own disadvantages, andAnnatar really enjoys the more decadent lifestyle possible when everythingisn’t underwater

[21:18] simaethae: …Tyelpe kind of pausing and blushingwhen Annatar gets comfortable enough to start, like, picking things up with hishair :)

[21:18] Yavieriel: yesss

[21:19] simaethae: yeah, or at least when the localtechnology isn’t well-adapted for underwater and your boyfriend can’t breathewithout air

[21:19] Yavieriel: also really fascinated by the variousneurotoxins and whatnot that Annatar is capable of producing

[21:19] Yavieriel: that too

[21:20] Yavieriel: hypothermia tends to be an issue as well

[21:20] simaethae: oooh, accidents with chemicals

[21:21] Yavieriel: Annatar’s completely resistant to allsorts of chemicals that are poisonous to humans, but turns out [totally commonhuman food] is a potent aphrodisiac for his species

[21:21] simaethae: Annatar’s species totally produce a wholerange of neurochemicals for reproduction/bonding with a mate and they’re not…totally incompatible with human physiology, although it’s a slightlydistressing interval before Tyelpe reassures him this is the GOOD kind of pupildilation

[21:21] Yavieriel: oooh, yes

[21:22] simaethae: or gets him drunk! :)

[21:22] simaethae: that one time Annatar walked out of ameeting where they had [snacks with ingredient in] now suddenly makes a lotmore sense

[21:23] Yavieriel: right! And another common food is extremely poisonous and there’s a ratherworrying incident where Tyelpe has to desperately hope that his understandingof alien biology is sufficient for him to appropriately treat it

[21:24] Yavieriel: also, Annatar now has an entirely newrange of options for terrorizing his subordinates

[21:24] simaethae: mm, and/or Annatar being like “don’tworry, I’m used to dealing with toxic chemicals, let me just do some quickinternal surgery” while Tyelpe’s like “what”

[21:25] simaethae: (i kind of think Annatar would be veryneedy and demand to have his brow mopped in response to minor injuries butdisturbingly blase about more major ones)

[21:26] Yavieriel: true, Annatar basically reaching in andrearranging his own internal organs in a very disturbing fashion

[21:27] Yavieriel: well, I was going for “actually foronce genuinely incapacitated”

[21:28] simaethae: aw, yeah. Annatar being like “youidiot I’ll be fine I just need to - ” [drops unconscious] :/

[21:28] Yavieriel: of course possibly Annatar doescavalierly rearrange his own organs and then passes out, all “I’ll be fineI just need to sleep this off now” but Tyelpe is understandably (andcorrectly) Very Concerned about this

[21:29] simaethae: right, also someone going bonelesslyunconscious when they literally do not have any actual bones is a surprisinglytricky logistical challenge

[21:30] Yavieriel: akldfj;sdk yeah, Tyelpe trying to figureout how the hell to move an unconscious octopus that’s basically twice the sizeof an adult human once you factor in all the tentacles

[21:32] simaethae: right, and kind of hoping he doesn’ttouch anything that triggers a reflexive sting while Annatar’s unconscious>_>

[21:33] simaethae: aslfn wait let me make it worse. Annatartotally does sting on reflex while unconscious, but his body recognises Tyelpeas his mate and decides now is definitely the time to shoot him up witheuphorics

[21:33] Yavieriel: ooooh

[21:33] Yavieriel: yeah that would be extremely not helpful

[21:34] Yavieriel: mmm, and leading in tonot-really-conscious Annatar trying to mate with Tyelpe like he’s another ofthe same species

[21:34] Yavieriel: which

[21:34] simaethae: which doesn’t make Tyelpe exactlynot-worried, because getting high isn’t the same as not having emotionsanymore, but does make him kind of poorly coordinated and probably prone toending up with both of them half-in the bathtub with Annatar on an improvisedIV line, while Tyelpe gives in and snuggles

[21:34] simaethae: omg

[21:35] Yavieriel: Does Not Work, but in ways that are…decidedly interesting

[21:37] Yavieriel: Tyelpe snuggling Annatar in the bathtuband waking up to tentacles doing something that is… not exactly pleasant butstill rather sexy

[21:38] simaethae: Annatar being groggily affectionatebecause mate! here! everything is correct and good! while Tyelpe is kind ofworried he’s taking advantage of Annatar in an altered state of consciousnessbut also a) that feels really good if extremely weird and b) it’s a good jobTyelpe’s into this because Annatar’s pretty determined to snuggle >_>

[21:38] Yavieriel: yessss

[21:39] simaethae: right, he’s kind of worried this is goingto end with eggs being laid in /someone/ but not enough to actually stop :)

[21:40] Yavieriel: warm salt-water because Tyelpe did havethe foresight to put together an emergency kit of sorts to make the bathwatermore appropriate for Annatar’s natural state, but that’s also encouraging, ah,mating behavior

[21:40] simaethae: yep!!

[21:40] Yavieriel: la;dkfjs;lkafj YES >.>

[21:41] simaethae: Annatar’s biology being like, “ah,clearly this is a warm tidal rock-pool, the perfect place to spawn”>_>

[21:41] Yavieriel: he’s pretty sure the thought ofegg-laying shouldn’t be turning him on either but he did decide to bang anoctopus-alien, soooo

[21:41] simaethae: alfgblgn

[21:43] Yavieriel:https://thattoychick.wordpress.com/2014/07/12/weird-sex-toys-o-the-week-the-what-dildo-edition/it is a thing

[21:43] simaethae: Annatar’s been great about exploringhuman sex, Tyelpe doesn’t want to make him feel as if his natural behaviour isunwelcome! Tyelpe can totally try out whatever Annatar’s into for once! no,really. he’s ready to explore this any time now

[21:44] Yavieriel: hilariously I once ran across someoneusing one of those to do jello shots, because you make the “eggs” outof gelatin

[21:44] simaethae: oh my god

[21:44] simaethae: what do you know you really can findeverything on the internet

[21:45] Yavieriel: you can! It’s amazing

[21:48] Yavieriel: [sighs]

[21:48] Yavieriel: alright, it’s quarter to five, and if Iwant to finish sweeping the driveway before it gets dark, I need to go do that

[21:49] simaethae: yeah i’m getting sleepy again

[21:49] Yavieriel: go sleep, that’s important if you’regoing to feel better

[21:49] simaethae: good luck with the driveway in that case!i’m glad we managed to get from “really bad modern AUs” tooviposition kink in a single conversation :>

#in case anyone thought i was a classy person: no #no i am not #silvergifting #xeno #long conversations across different timezones <3 #i should note this was before either of us had seen the shape of water!#so really there's no excuse >_>#replies

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meta-squash · 4 years ago

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Brick Club 1.5.4 “Madeleine In Mourning”

These chapters are just Hugo bouncing all over the place with his views on women. @secretmellowblog made a great post about Valjean’s character development re: women and sexism, but this paragraph is all Hugo.

“To be blind and to be loved, is in fact--on this earth where nothing is complete--on of the most strangely exquisite forms of happiness.” I really want to know what Hugo means by “nothing is complete” and what it has to do with blindness. Happiness isn’t complete until you lack one of your senses and therefore must experience happiness in a different way, maybe? I don’t know. This chapter is weird and gross and I don’t like it very much.

Right before reading this chapter, I reached a section in the Hugo biography that mentioned that as a 20-something year old adult, Hugo had a bizarre habit of staring directly at the sun in order to see the vivid lights/colors that happen when you close your eyes after looking at bright light (which, what the hell Victor Hugo). It started to affect his vision from at least 1828. He equated blindness with Homer and Milton, both great poets, and apparently wrote that he hoped he might go blind one day. I think part of this long paragraph about a woman being the helper of a blind man was influenced by thoughts of Milton, who was helped by his daughters to whom he dictated parts of Paradise Lost.

Hugo was also very jealous when it came to his wife Adele. A lot of the lines about possession and power in this section remind me of the excerpts and anecdotes about his jealousy as a young man. (For example, he was retroactively jealous of her brother having to share a bed with her once when they were young, he was jealous of a male painter friend of hers, he was jealous when he saw her lift her skirt to cross a muddy street and thought someone might have seen her leg. He also wrote her letters that sound similar to this paragraph in their weirdness about power and love.) Hugo excused his jealousy as a measurement of his passion, but that’s clearly not the case. This section is kind of a weird subconscious revealing of that insecurity. Possession and power comes from a kind of “weakness” or lack rather than a passion. You have power over someone because you’re helpless and require their help, so they would be a bad person not to give you assistance and attention, even if they might not want to. Your happiness is their sacrifice. Happiness is having control over someone by having little to no control over yourself. Hugo, that’s not love, that’s manipulation.

“The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves--say rather, loved in spite of ourselves; this conviction the blind have.” I think this line gets closer to other themes in the book. People being loved in spite of themselves (or in spite of what they think of themselves) is a recurring theme in this book, especially around Valjean.

Hugo slips from talking about literal blindness into figurative blindness in the middle of this paragraph, and the feminine turns abstract as well. “A love wholly founded in purity. There is no blindness where there is certainty. The soul gropes in search of a soul, and finds it. And that soul, found and proven, is a woman.” I think it’s interesting that this whole paragraph talks about love from a woman entirely in a nurturing sense, and not at all in a romantic sense. Instead, women are Love from a perspective of caring or motherliness. This is also a little odd considering the number of women in this book who are either not motherly at all, or who are nurturing but die. As Mellow said in their post, Valjean gets put in “motherly” roles for both Fantine and Cosette. Here, though, Hugo emphasizes that love and devotion from a woman is “God made palpable” and erases any sort of doubt of oneself and makes the heart bloom. This effect that Hugo describes here only really seems to happen between Cosette and Valjean, and then between Cosette and Marius.

I’m a little confused about the Faubourg Saint-Germain quarantine line. At first I thought it was talking literally about the actual Faubourg Saint-Germain in Paris, which was a hub for Ultra royalist politics and heavily Catholic during the restoration. But now I think it’s referring to the Ultra area in Montreuil-sur-Mer and likening it to the Faubourg Saint-Germain. I suppose it would make sense for the local Ultras to dislike Valjean: he put in place a lot of revolution-type ideas like various mutual aid systems and large, selfless monetary donations, and he wasn’t big on socializing and moving up the ladder, which would probably make them suspicious. But his apparent connection to a Bishop and his mourning for said Bishop indicates a certain amount of religiosity that the Ultras would probably respect.

“In my youth I was a servant in his family.” I’ve always loved this line for its obvious double meaning. The people of Montreuil-sur-Mer are going to interpret it literally. This does him double benefits, because it means not only is he a religious person connected to the church in a personal way, he’s also someone who is connected to a (formerly rich) royalist family. But Valjean also quietly implies that he sees his past self as only a youth even at forty-something years old before he encountered Myriel. He had not started to grow up and change until the bishop gave him kindness and opened his eyes to religion. He also places himself as a servant. According to wikipedia, being a “Servant of God” is the first step towards canonization in the Catholic church and indicates a certain level of piety. I just think this is really interesting from the angle that Valjean always seems to view god through others. This time, he is a servant of Myriel, and therefore indirectly pious. It also acknowledges the power Myriel has over him, in the way that the bishop claimed his soul for god and for good.

I just made a post about Petit Gervais and Savoyards in general, but as far as I can tell Savoyard chimney sweep children were all over the country and it seems as though they were essentially anonymous. Getting their names is partly important because then they become someone, but I think it’s also Valjean secretly hoping that maybe one day Petit Gervais himself will show up. Hugo doesn’t say how much money Valjean gives the Savoyards that pass through M-sur-M, but I’d wager it’s 40 francs.

#les miserables #les miserables meta #brickclub #lm 1.5.4 #les mis #les mis meta #this one is kind of short #also finished at exactly 5am #hooray to both of those things

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