#winter's batshit dreams

[scattered-winter]

had a nightmare that my grillt cheese sandwich maker died (and subsequently almost burned my building down) and lads. I'm not making it through this math quiz alive I fear

[thewiglesswonder]

Ah, first snow of the season. We meet again.

[hipsterfireshaman]

y’all we need to fucking talk about how deep the lore for Love and Deep Space goes. I’m literally crying after reading all three of Zayne’s Anecdotes back to back.

Spoilers for those Anecdotes: A Pure White Heart, Never-Ending Winter, and Still in Dark

A Pure White Heart is the account of an intern who temporarily gets to work under Dr. Zayne.

This is for sure set in the timeline/lifetime/whatever that we (MC) play in; Zayne is a renowned and respected doctor, with a cold exterior that makes it hard for people to see the utmost care and dedication he has for everyone. The pedestal he’s placed on as a top surgeon as well as his demeanor isolates him from everyone around him, and it takes a while and genuine effort for people to understand him.

(never mind how sad I got when everyone in the operation room was talking about a type of strange dish, Zayne pipes up with a joke, and everyone just froze—silent and unsure if Zayne was scolding them or something. Poor guy. I’ve got chronic RBF so i felt way too seen by this anecdote)

Never-Ending Winter is also most definitely set in our timeline with the Zayne we know. This anecdote sheds way more light on the Mt. Eternal Incident in the Arctic we as the MC heard about on our trip there.

I’m unsure just how much time has passed since this Incident to where we were in the timeline of going there for our reasons, just that Never-Ending Winter took place before the start of our story in Love and Deep Space.

Y’all the writing for these anecdotes is batshit, and I say this before even getting to the third anecdote. The dark shit that happened on Mt. Eternal rivals that of mainstream analog horror and modern creepypasta.

It was tragic af too, and all it really does after answering some questions I didn’t know I had about Mt. Eternal and the Incident, is give me more questions about what Zayne is doing back there after all this time. The end cutscene after where the story leaves off in chapter 8 shows him doing something over the ice in the Arctic, no doubt being the unfinished business he had planned when we parted ways. Is he excavating William???? because OHHHH BOYYY. Zayne was the source of William’s corruption? Which leads into the third anecdote and what it tells us about Abominations.

The third Anecdote, Still in Dark, is n u t s. Similar to the Little Mermaid-esque timeline/“Myth”/AU/whatever that Raphael has going on, this doesn’t seem to be set within our current reality/timeline/whatever(it’s so hard to say, with constant overlapping with others and questions left unanswered). Linkon City seems to be a thing of the past, and the way of life for everyone has changed in to something a little more post-apocalyptic.

Zayne is a serial killer who is hunted by a detective!!!!! LET THAT SINK IN. WHAT THE HELL. On top of that, he’s not killing people in cold blood like what the detective initially believes, but hunting down people that are turning into Abominations, a sort of precursor to Wanderers that may or may not be the cause of frequent exposure to Protocores. (source: the mother of Georgie that reached out to Zayne in fear of her fate after watching her coworkers change for the worst. We have to learn in the hardest of ways that it might not just be due to exposure to Protocores— that it might be contagious. Poor Georgie.)

On top of everything else going on, higher ups seem to actually be aware of this situation!!! ITS A GOVERNMENT COVERUP. THIS IS WHAT I MEAN WHEN I SAY IT RIVALS THE WRITING OF ANALOG HORROR MASTERPIECES AND CREEPYPASTAS.

Again, Linkon City seems to be something of the past—this Zayne seems to be connected through it through space and time through his dreams of a separate reality or timeline with MC. If this is actually the same timeline, and instead just way later down the line with some reincarnation shenanigans or something, something bad happened to Linkon City. The Abomination outbreak is reminiscent of the Mt Eternal incident and what happened with Zayne and William. Zayne was the source of William’s infection. Just what the fuck happened up in that mountain??? Not to mention the fact that in our current place in the timeline, Zayne is back there, POSSIBLY excavating William. What if he’s the one setting off the apocalyptic events that make Linkon City a place of the past tense? Chillsssss.

It doesn’t even stop there with the web of connections; something happens with Zayne at 27. The MC in Zayne’s dreams notices something is off with him. She (we) can tell it’s not Our Zayne. Maybe I’m just thinking of the worst case scenario, but what if it parallel’s Georgie’s fate. What if Our Zayne is the dream of the monster—the abomination, and it wakes up on that special day. And This Zayne is reliving it through time and space because it’s all just one big circle.

Beyond the Anecdotes and the current story, the Jasmine Flower that has a little cameo in Still in Dark is incredibly significant. It’s seems to function as a countdown in Still in Dark. To what? Who knows. Zayne turning into an abomination leading to the death of MC? A Future Diary’s-esque countdown to Love and Death?

But it stems (ha) from Zayne’s Myth: Tower of Secrets. I’m not sure when this takes place in the big ol’ timeline or whatever, but it’s seemingly the most detached. I’m only about 59% through it, but the fact that it’s in a very different time/universe/reality is clear from early on. Zayne is literally a cursed wizard in a tower and it’s giving Magic-High Fantasy instead of the usual Science Fiction-Spacepunk the usual story is.

I could go on for hours. Sorry if this seems like the ramblings of a madwoman. This has been the most consumed by an otome game I’ve been since Mystic Messenger and its cathartic and All Coming Full Circle for me. I don’t have anyone else to talk to about these things so here I am, shouting into the void.

[snowbird-down]

Character Summary: Laelia (jen) Belisar

alias/nicknames: Lee, Jeanne, Snowbird, Valkyrie

gender: female

age: 23

zodiac: ----

abilities  + talents:

A highly skilled if not batshit reckless pilot who can pull off stunts that probably shouldn’t be possible in all manner of machina

A crackshot gunslinger with the kind of draw time that Marty Robbins writes ballads about

Cooks a mean plate of spaghetti

alignment: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true

sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath

virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience

languages: Fluent in Garlean and Common, can speak haltingly conversational Ala Mhigan (but only in the present-tense) and knows all the swear words in Old Elezen.

family: Justus Belisar (father), Tacitus Belisar (older brother), Marco Belisar (younger brother), Verina Belisar (younger sister), Alfonso Belisar (estranged cousin)

friends: While the survivors of III Squad are by technical definition her ‘friends’, the bond that exists between them is probably more familial than anything. Laelia is quite literally inseparable from Victoria Castellus and Maxima Sawyer, and she’d do absolutely anything for either of them. Ride or die? You bet.

More recently she’s gotten close to Arym Ord, who she shares a love of adrenaline (among other things) with. She even would have considered him an ‘honorary’ squad member who they’d ‘adopted’, except he’s being Very Difficult right now.

For some reason fate keeps sending her through hell alongside a girl named Reima Awen, so the two share a mutual understanding of each others’ trauma and do their best to support each other while dreaming of -- and striving for -- better days.

The healer Norhi Morovine helped her settle into Gridanian life back when she first deserted Garlemald and was hiding out in the Shroud, and continues to be her go-to for all manner of Eorzean expertise.

And while she thinks that Ser Basile Bellerose is currently just her friend (with extensive benefits), the reality is that she is much, much closer to him than she realizes.

sexuality: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / unsure / other

relationship: single / partnered / married / widowed / open relationship / divorced / not ready for dating yet / it’s complicated

libido: sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent / who knows

build: slender / average / athletic / muscular / curvy / other

hair: white / blonde (platinum) / brunette / red / black

eyes: brown / blue / gray / green / black / other

skin: pale / fair / olive / light brown / brown / dark / other

height: 6'0"

scars: Surprisingly few for all the stunts she pulls. There’s a puncture wound from an arrow on the back of her left calf; by the way it healed it looks like it got infected at one point. There’s a hand-sized patch of burnt skin over her ribs on her righthand side. And there’s a more recent bullet wound in her left shoulder.

dogs or cats || birds or bugs || snakes or spiders || coffee or tea || ice cream or cake || fruits or vegetables || sandwich or soup || magic or melee || sword shield dagger or bow gun|| summer or winter || spring or autumn || past or future present

A few songs that remind you of them:

Kenny Loggins - Danger Zone ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Green Day - Holiday ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Some Nights - Fun

D’Angelo - Unshaken

The Ecstasy of Gold -- Ennio Morricone

Coyote Kisses - Six Shooter

Primo the Alien - Heart on the Run

Hunter as a Horse - The Train :)

Tagged by: @rhotanored Thank you this was due for an updatew fhweuidkfjhewrkjdghkjer

Tagging: @high-and-away @autochthonousone @endangered-liaison @norhimorovine​ @daughter-of-fire-and-dreams​ idk who’s done this forgive me!

[lightningmcqueenstan]

tagged my loves @arodynamics-xo and @ellearts <33

1. were you named after anyone: my first name, no but my middle name is both of my grandmothers middle names too

2. when was the last time you cried: um last night. i blame noah kahan writing songs that are so very specific to my own experiences. thanks noah 😐

3. do you have kids: thank fuck i do not. i don’t rlly like kids, i’m super awkward around them which is hilarious bc every job i have at the moment i'm working with kids directly😁 my therapist would be proud of me stepping out of my comfort zone ig

4. do you use sarcasm a lot: yea i do but i might be using it wrong bc a lot of times people don’t understand what i mean 😭😭

5. what sports do you play/have you played: i currently snowboard (well not currently bc it’s june), play field hockey for my school and i lift. i used to play ice hockey, rugby and netball and i used to swim competitively, dance and do gymnastics.

6. what’s the first thing you notice about other people: probably their clothes. some people at my school have insane style and some people dress like they’re eight yrs old and i love seeing what everyone wears. it’s just a lot of fun and you can tell a lot about a person from the way they dress.

7. scary movies or happy endings: both! (the gc are gonna flame me for happy endings bc based on my writing….) scary movies w a happy ending are the best combo fr. i’m always rewriting canon in my head so that everyone lives and they’re all happy forever (*cough* marauders *cough*)

8. any special talents: uh i can sing?? does that count? i’m also freakishly good at word scrambles and geoguesser

9. where were you born: melbourne, australia (miss it every day)

10. what are your hobbies: crochet, baking, writing (fanfic, poetry, original stories, you name it i’ve probably written it), reading (ignore that i haven’t read a book without needing to for about six months), LEGO (I FUCKING LOVE LEGO), wasting time on tiktok and netflix, and absorbing as much knowledge about motorsport as i can

11. do you have any pets: i have a dog and she’s my favourite person in the whole world. she’s very pretty but absolutely batshit and i would die for her

12. how tall are you: last time i checked i was around 5’7 ish

13. favorite subject: chem and physics (am i any good at them? yeah kinda actually) yes im insane thanks for asking

14. dream job: working for an f1 team (red bull <3 not picky tho lmao) either as mechanic or an engineer. as long as i get to work trackside at least once in my life i will die happy.

15. eye color: blue, but depending on the weather it changes shades ??? like in winter they’re much more grey but in summer my eyes are a brighter blue idk

umm idk who to tag so feel free ig

[demigods-of-the-ambro-immor]

greetings and salutations!

this blog is dedicated to the demigods of the ambro-immor, started ages ago by a group of like-minded individuals (and a few batshit crazy ones) to recreate ambro-immor (aka ambrosia). though the first founders of the demigods are unknown, the pocket dimension where they met (and we still meet today) has their initials scrawled on a wall. the demigods also have codenames for each other, to be used while recovering ingredients.

tags

#demigods of the ambro immor - any and all posts regarding the demigods

#canon notes - fun facts about the characters

#canon (character) notes - fun facts about the one specific character

#(character) quotes - quotes i feel like the demigods would say and the context

what is ambro-immor?

according to an ancient book, ambro-immor (also called ambrosia, or merely ambro) can “heal any wound”. also known as the “food of the gods”, ambro-immor is said to heal any type of injury (physical, mental, emotional etc) no matter how severe.

gods and the pathernon

there have always been clashes in religion between demigods. most beliefs are accepted, as the only true power the demigods believe in is of their own mind and ability. the parthenon- shortened to the path- are the “physical” embodiment of these beliefs. the path have been followed for as long as the demigods have been founded. it includes five gods and their overseer (who keeps the balance). more will be expanded later, as i continue writing.

current members

samuel king (18, they/he) - “plague”
speciality: international languages, research, history
magical ability: shapeshifting & charmspeak
the son of two supermodels, samuel was originally supposed to attend a different magical school but landed with us instead. since they only speak french, often times either wren or layla (the only other two demigods that speak french) need to translate for him.

clark emmons (18, he/him) - “gio”
speciality: english literature, research
magical ability: speak to animals (sometimes)
the only demigod who’s allowed a pet that isn’t a service animal, clark can understand bits and pieces of animal speak but all of what his golden retriever (gio) is saying (hence the codename). a family friend of wren’s, clark acts like the mom of the group, always trying to make sure we’re not killing ourselves over schoolwork and relationships.

liam goldwin (17, he/him) - “hook”
speciality: breaking and entering, public relations
magical ability: teleportation
after having his leg amputated, liam’s teleportation is stronger than ever. so long as he can see where he’s going, he can get there in a matter of moments. while this is handy during missions, after he teleports liam is as tired as he would be if he ran there at full speed. liam’s also the “head” of the demigods, even though the title’s not official. note: he’s a cocky bastard. similar vibes to henry winter from the secret history (one of his favourite books), but much more “golden child” oriented.

wren carlsisle (16, she/her) - “feathers”
speciality: design, public relations, technology
magical ability: needlework, prophetic dreams
growing up around fashion, wren found her magic pretty early. wren can sew spells into her needlework, however her spells are more along the lines of manifestations on account of her prophetic dreams. since the two of them are best friends, she’s often on the receiving end of layla’s magic, making her spells stronger and more accurate.

layla monet (16, she/her) - “marchioness”
speciality: languages, observation, design
magical ability: accuracy
even though layla can only cast basic spells (the things we learn in sorcery that isn’t attributed to a student’s own magic), she almost always has success in casting her spells. her dad was famous sniper with the same magic as layla, making her deadly with a gun.

eileen mcallen (14, she (preferred)/they/it) - “everest”
speciality: people, observation, the great outdoors
magical ability: plant-whispering
with her head almost quite literally in the clouds from how many trees and mountains (hence the nickname) she climbs, most people might think eileen is a little more than crazy when she starts talking to the flowers. but, eileen’s magic actually comes from her mother, who used to be a dryad.

morgan fischer (14, she/her) - “city”
speciality: technology, breaking and entering
magical ability: code
according to morgan, everything is just maths and code. that couch that’s in the living room? she knows its exact measurements, material, and what lines of code to add to get it to blow up the entire neighbourhood. even though she has one of the more destructive abilities, morgie mostly spends her time watching cat videos on self-altered technology.

molly hallett (13, she/they) - “meringue”
speciality: sciences, languages, public relations, thievery
magical ability: channel her feelings into other people
nobody knows where molly came from, and nobody’s bothered to find out. the peacekeeper (though sometimes devil’s advocate) of the group, molly’s magical ability is to project her feelings onto other people, so long as she can see them. apart from her magic, molly also enjoys forensic science and international languages. her codename came from morgan, who mols has a crush on.

callum alderidge (17, he/him) - “pallas”
speciality: history, science, research, thievery
magical ability: reading secrets
probably most useful magical ability, callum can read an object’s entire history, story and more just by touching it. he can also do this with people, but doesn’t like to since he feels like it’s extremely invading. wren came up with his nickname after he accidentally found out one of her secrets, since according to wren when callum exited her head it felt like athena broke out of her skull.

miosong eivor-dahy (16, she/he) - “siren”
speciality: design, public relations, breaking and entering
magical ability: illusions
only able to use her magical ability if she can sing and move her hands, mio’s magic comes in the form of hymns, circles with inscribed runes in them. she can use these to cast basic spells, but most of all specializes in illusions. if mio can’t speak, she has a container of hand-me-down magical chalk that she can use to draw out her runes.

archan aphelion (15, he/she/they) - “starcrossed”
speciality: thievery, observation, breaking and entering
magical ability: thievery
though shy at first, joining the demigods made arch much more confident and sure of himself. archie’s magical talents include him stealing anything he fancies, from cash to cars to first kisses. liam picked the codename “starcrossed” for her because of the vitiligo patch over their eye. now, arch has the overconfidence of a cocky bastard (liam!), because his good looks and charming smile can get her almost anywhere.

aster trevino (16, they/them) - “argentium”
speciality: english literature, cartography
magical ability: healing (bone-mending), finding lost things
apart from the same normal spell casting abilities that every student has, aster specializes in fixing broken bones and finding things. though shy, they can use their abilities on missions when we’re trying to find information, using their talent and a silver scrying bowl to find out someones’ secrets.

yours truly (x, all pronouns) - “mania”
speciality: observation, public relations
magical ability: manakenisis
every magic-user has to get their energy from somewhere; a never-ending source that flows with their blood, named mana. that’s what i control. that, and this world.

“dream. practice. fail. heal. learn. love. stress. think (about bad decisions). find yourself. lose yourself. accept yourself.”

[dialnoisenow]

If I want to bake bread before football day, I have to get out of bed earlier than 1030. And then move faster. This could be in the oven now.

This morning I dreamt our goat was sick. It occured to dream me, I havent been feeding it! This poor goat, no wonder its dying. So I asked dream husband and he said he was feeding it. Then dream me got it in her head to take it for a walk during a blizzard. Goat got out as goats do. So I went to my friend's house because logically she would know what to do, she irl had goats. Shes not home. No one is. House is shrouded in shadow, it's cold, and dark in the way light pollution reflects from the clouds. I opened the glass gate to their house and all their baby goats and ducklings ran out. Now I gotta get everyone back in and they all ran which way and me with no experience is trying to corral them like cats going "pspsps" in a snow storm. I must have gotten the lot, except for one and my goat which happened to have ducked under some storage near the garage. Jokes on me, it's not storage it's an oddly bright tunnel that looks like a green house and covered in spider webs. "Better not" dream me decides and when I turned around now I'm at an entirely different location, as dreams go, in a decrepit alley way about to go into an apartment of a house I've never been but dream me has. You know, dream houses, places never visited irl that you come back to dreams and theres that deja vu/familiarity. Anyway, I'm trying to get inside and I'm stuck in the foyer and I also have to greet all these people and they're all randos that I know. I'm ignored by like half of them and then my cousin and his wife show up. They're dressed in really 90s clothing. Like those vibrant blues, pinks, and purples that made up school picture backgrounds with that weird textured denim and the patterns on those paper coffee cups-yea. The line stops and it's just us awkwardly standing there and it reminds me of my wedding when I had to greet/thank people for coming and the procession down the stairs to the bar got clogged up so I had to make conversation with a friend of the family's son-Anyway, cousin and wife are here now and dream me picks now to congratulate them on the birth of their son and they say "ok" after a long pause of staring me down and then the procession picks up and they move on. "Oh, I get it," I say lucidly to whoever is next to me, Lorraine, I think. "These are all people I think are mad at me. Great." Well now is the time to leave, so I go outside onto the sidewalk and a whole bunch of art pieces are displayed all over the ground on blankets the way people sell things on the sidewalks. My dream aunt, who is not one of my aunts but like a combo of all of them, starts an open critique on a charcoal piece. It's a still life of a lot of pots in candle light on the sidewalk and there are words written in chalk that I cant make out. She tells me it started off strong but my usage of the lighting doesnt make sense with the direction of the shadows.

Mind you, before all of this there was another dream where I was in my basement. Our basement has old glass paned windows that dont have curtains on them. If you dont turn the light on, you can still see everything fine and can navigate ok in the dark due to the light from the windows and in this case from the stark contrast of a moonless night in winter. The blanket of white provides enough to see. Or it did, until a figure stepped out in my basement and started walking towards me and completely shrouded, blocked out everything.

So, I skipped new moon last night cause I was just so tired. Feeling pretty guilty about that but also, this is kind of why Inception as a story about dreams didnt really work for me. Yeah, it was good but my dreams are too batshit crazy to accept you're just moving the roads around in ways roads dont go. Granted, I think about Inception everytime I have a weird dream so point you, Christopher Nolan.

[deadpanwalking]

Last night, I had a dream that I composed an impassioned, excessively sourced text post defending queer readings of Kazuo Ishiguro and titled it “Bury Your Giants”.

[scattered-winter]

also back at it again with the fucked up dreams but I had a dream that one of my online friends realized they were pregnant and couldn't get an abortion because of the new laws making it hard and it was AWFUL. and then there was a zombie apocalypse and my brother and I escaped through the airport and had to fight our way through zombies and military recruiters for some reason

[istumpysk]

Operation Stumpy Re-Read

ASOS: Davos III (Chapter 25)

The cell was warmer than any cell had a right to be.

It was dark, yes. Flickering orange light fell through the ancient iron bars from the torch in the sconce on the wall outside, but the back half of the cell remained drenched in gloom. It was dank as well, as might be expected on an isle such as Dragonstone, where the sea was never far. And there were rats, as many as any dungeon could expect to have and a few more besides.

After a failed assassination, Davos is sitting in a dark cell, under a dragon castle, and I see the word rat.

+.+.+

But Davos could not complain of chill. The smooth stony passages beneath the great mass of Dragonstone were always warm, and Davos had often heard it said they grew warmer the farther down one went. He was well below the castle, he judged, and the wall of his cell often felt warm to his touch when he pressed a palm against it. Perhaps the old tales were true, and Dragonstone was built with the stones of hell.

There's something poetic about Winterfell being built over hot springs, while Dragonstone sits on top of a volcano.

Don't they spell DOOM?

+.+.+

Porridge at least seemed to know he was alive, and there was a queer sort of kindness to the man. Davos suspected that he fed the rats; that was why there were so many. Once he thought he heard the gaoler talking to them as if they were children, but perhaps he'd only dreamed that.

NOT RAT CHILDREN.

+.+.+

I should have given myself to the sea, Davos thought as he sat staring at the torch beyond the bars. Or let the sail pass me by, to perish on my rock. I would sooner feed crabs than flames.

Second time Davos has expressed a desire to die in water. We'll keep an eye on it.

Davos had always been a sailor; he was meant to die at sea. The gods beneath the waters have been waiting for me, he told himself. It's past time I went to them. - Davos I, ASOS

+.+.+

"This is all that stands between you and the darkness, Onion Knight. This little fire, this gift of R'hllor. Shall I put it out?"

"No." He moved toward the bars. "Please." He did not think he could bear that, to be left alone in utter blackness with no one but the rats for company.

+.+.+

"I am like this torch, Ser Davos. We are both instruments of R'hllor. We were made for a single purpose—to keep the darkness at bay. Do you believe that?"

She's so batshit crazy, it's hilarious.

+.+.+

"You are the mother of darkness. I saw that under Storm's End, when you gave birth before my eyes."

Mother of darkness seems like a nod to someone.

+.+.+

"Is the brave Ser Onions so frightened of a passing shadow? Take heart, then. Shadows only live when given birth by light, and the king's fires burn so low I dare not draw off any more to make another son. It might well kill him." Melisandre moved closer. "With another man, though . . . a man whose flames still burn hot and high . . . if you truly wish to serve your king's cause, come to my chamber one night. I could give you pleasure such as you have never known, and with your life-fire I could make . . ."

". . . a horror." Davos retreated from her. "I want no part of you, my lady. Or your god. May the Seven protect me."

By my estimation, Melisandre spends roughly 23% of A Song of Ice and Fire getting rejected by men.

(Take heart!)

+.+.+

"The way the world is made. The truth is all around you, plain to behold. The night is dark and full of terrors, the day bright and beautiful and full of hope. One is black, the other white. There is ice and there is fire. Hate and love. Bitter and sweet. Male and female. Pain and pleasure. Winter and summer. Evil and good." She took a step toward him. "Death and life. Everywhere, opposites. Everywhere, the war."

"The war?" asked Davos.

"The war," she affirmed. "There are two, Onion Knight. Not seven, not one, not a hundred or a thousand. Two! Do you think I crossed half the world to put yet another vain king on yet another empty throne? The war has been waged since time began, and before it is done, all men must choose where they will stand. On one side is R'hllor, the Lord of Light, the Heart of Fire, the God of Flame and Shadow. Against him stands the Great Other whose name may not be spoken, the Lord of Darkness, the Soul of Ice, the God of Night and Terror. Ours is not a choice between Baratheon and Lannister, between Greyjoy and Stark. It is death we choose, or life. Darkness, or light."

Cheeky author.

It took me a second to realize The Great Other is a reference to R'hllor's version of the Devil.

Of course anyone with half a brain realizes the real two wars are against Fire and true Other.

+.+.+

The flames. "If you can see the future in these flames, how is it that we burned upon the Blackwater? You gave my sons to the fire . . . my sons, my ship, my men, all burning . . ."

Whatever helps you sleep at night, Davos.

+.+.+

Melisandre shook her head. "You wrong me, onion knight. Those were no fires of mine. Had I been with you, your battle would have had a different ending. But His Grace was surrounded by unbelievers, and his pride proved stronger than his faith. His punishment was grievous, but he has learned from his mistake."

Were my sons no more than a lesson for a king, then? Davos felt his mouth tighten.

Buddy, what more do you need to walk away? A dead little girl?

+.+.+

"It is night in your Seven Kingdoms now," the red woman went on, "but soon the sun will rise again. The war continues, Davos Seaworth, and some will soon learn that even an ember in the ashes can still ignite a great blaze.

Someone interpret this, please.

+.+.+

He is the Lord's chosen, the warrior of fire. I have seen him leading the fight against the dark, I have seen it in the flames. The flames do not lie, else you would not be here.

Many a priest and priestess before her had been brought down by false visions, by seeing what they wished to see instead of what the Lord of Light had sent. - Melisandre I, ADWD

+.+.+

It is written in prophecy as well. When the red star bleeds and the darkness gathers, Azor Ahai shall be born again amidst smoke and salt to wake dragons out of stone. The bleeding star has come and gone, and Dragonstone is the place of smoke and salt. Stannis Baratheon is Azor Ahai reborn!"

Dragonstone was grim beyond a doubt, a lonely citadel in the wet waste surrounded by storm and salt, with the smoking shadow of the mountain at its back. - Prologue, ACOK

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Dany looked and saw it, low in the east. The first star was a comet, burning red. Bloodred; fire red; the dragon's tail. She could not have asked for a stronger sign. - Daenerys X, AGOT

x

She heard a crack, the sound of shattering stone. - Daenerys X, AGOT

+.+.+

"You do not believe me. You doubt the truth of R'hllor even now . . . yet have served him all the same, and will serve him again.

[...]

And what did she mean when she said that I had served her god and would serve him again? He did not like that either.

I'd also like to know what it means.

That hasn't happened yet, has it?

+.+.+

Once Melisandre's footsteps faded away, the only sound was the scrabbling of rats.

+.+.+

He lifted his eyes to stare up at the torch. He looked for a long time, never blinking, watching the flames shift and shimmer. He tried to see beyond them, to peer through the fiery curtain and glimpse whatever lived back there . . . but there was nothing, only fire, and after a time his eyes began to water.

Excuse me?

You're saying there's nothing behind the curtain?…

My whole life is a lie.

+.+.+

"No," he shouted. "Nooooo." All the strength suddenly left his legs, and he slid slowly to the floor, clutching at the iron bars. Ser Axell, Porridge, and the guards had already turned to leave. "You cannot do this," the prisoner shouted at their retreating backs. "I am the King's Hand!"

It was then that Davos knew him. "You are Alester Florent."

[...]

"Stannis Baratheon will never sit the Iron Throne. Is it treason to say the truth? A bitter truth, but no less true for that. His fleet is gone, save for the Lyseni, and Salladhor Saan will flee at the first sight of a Lannister sail. Most of the lords who supported Stannis have gone over to Joffrey or died . . ."

[...]

The best hope that remains is to try and salvage something with a peace. That is all I meant to do. Gods be good, how can they call it treason?"

Davos stood frowning. "My lord, what did you do?"

"Not treason. Never treason. I love His Grace as much as any man. My own niece is his queen, and I remained loyal to him when wiser men fled. I am his Hand, the Hand of the King, how can I be a traitor? I only meant to save our lives, and . . . honor . . . yes." He licked his lips. "I penned a letter. Salladhor Saan swore that he had a man who could get it to King's Landing, to Lord Tywin. His lordship is a . . . a man of reason, and my terms . . . the terms were fair . . . more than fair."

"That Lord Stannis give up his claim to the Iron Throne and retract all he said of Joffrey's bastardy, on the condition that he be accepted back into the king's peace and confirmed as Lord of Dragonstone and Storm's End. I vowed to do the same, for the return of Brightwater Keep and all our lands. I thought . . . Lord Tywin would see the sense in my proposal. He still has the Starks to deal with, and the ironmen as well. I offered to seal the bargain by wedding Shireen to Joffrey's brother Tommen." He shook his head. "The terms . . . they are as good as we are ever like to get. Even you can see that, surely?"

Here's something.

The Hand of the King believes the war is lost, attempts to make peace with the opposing side in an underhanded way (all he wants is his castle!), then is thrown in a cell, and accused of treason.

I'll remind everyone that Stannis and Daenerys are the same character.

+.+.+

This talk of a stone dragon . . . madness, I tell you, sheer madness. Did we learn nothing from Aerion Brightfire, from the nine mages, from the alchemists? Did we learn nothing from Summerhall?

Unfortunately, no. No matter how many books he releases, nobody learns a thing.

+.+.+

"It is not in Stannis to yield, so long as he knows his claim is just. No more than he can unsay his words against Joffrey, when he believes them true.

Stannis will never yield to the nephew he believes is false.

Who are we talking about right now?

+.+.+

As for the marriage, Tommen was born of the same incest as Joffrey, and His Grace would sooner see Shireen dead than wed to such."

Heh.

:(

+.+.+

A vein throbbed in Florent's forehead. "He has no choice."

"You are wrong, my lord. He can choose to die a king."

She sure can!

Final thoughts:

A lord attempts murder, and a hand commits treason. Now they're both sitting in a cell together, discussing their doomed King.

Is the next POV going to get a taste of those Red Keep dungeons?

A gaoler thrust a jug at him. The clay was cool and beaded with moisture. Ned grasped it with both hands and gulped eagerly. Water ran from his mouth and dripped down through his beard. He drank until he thought he would be sick. "How long …?" he asked weakly when he could drink no more.

The gaoler was a scarecrow of a man with a rat's face and frayed beard, clad in a mail shirt and a leather half cape. - Eddard XV, AGOT

Thank god for rats!

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[mermaidsirennikita]

Will you list your favorite historical romance heroines?

Yes!

Penelope Pettypeace, The Duchess Hunt by Lorraine Heath--Penelope is an extremely relatable heroine in that she's actually horny all the time. In this case, the object of her affections is her boss, so she assumes it'll never actually happen and he's not interested... He is. I just love the mixture of cool, calm, and collected and kind of batshit "well I'm here so I might as well get off in this carriage" thinking. The duality of woman.

Olivia Stanford, Between the Devil and Desire by Lorraine Heath--A recent read and God I loved her. Olivia is your typical refined, uptight lady who's so conscious of her duty as a duchess and the mother of a young duke. But like. Jack Dodger makes her all hot and bothered all the time, so what is she to do? This is the "fainted at the sight of his dick" heroine. And who can blame her? Olivia is her own worst enemy, and we love her.

Sara Fielding, Dreaming of You by Lisa Kleypas--WHAT A QUEEEEEN. Sara Fielding wants to write her fun books about sex workers and problematic heroines, and if she's gotta get absolutely railed in the process, that is a sacrifice she is willing to make. God's strongest soldier (with the best rack in town, Derek Craven agrees).

Lillian Bowman, It Happened One Autumn by Lisa Kleypas--THEEEEEE spitfire American heiress heroine. Lillian is kinda dumb, and I love that about her. She just wants to be defiant and ride horses when she shouldn't so that her hero will come and threaten to bend her over his knee and shit. **Feminism**.

Evangeline Jenner, Devil in Winter by Lisa Kleypas--A shy heroine who comes into her own and turns out to kinda be a little freaky? We love to see it. Evie makes total sense as the heroine who would bring the ultimate rake to his knees (literally) because she's just this really kind of like... Quietly sexy, va va voom on the low heroine? Never forget when she just like. Hopped on top of her husband while he was recovering from a gunshot like that was normal.

Win Hathaway, Seduce Me At Sunrise by Lisa Kleypas--Again, a quietly dignified heroine who just wants to get railed six ways from Sunday and is very annoyed that her childhood friend is afraid he's gonna kill her with his dick. Win being so excited when Kev is kidnapping her is.... iconic. Like. I challenge you to find behavior more deranged.

Farah Mackenzie, The Highwayman by Kerrigan Byrne--Another heroine who is like, this feminine sweet lady who's also sexually voracious and a bit too cunning for her own good (see a pattern?). One of my favorite parts of this book is when Dorian is like "SHE'S MOANING IN PAIN I HATH RUINED HER INNOCENCE" and then he listens closer and realizes... that ain't pain. Farah also has two scenes in this book where he runs away, leaving her still tied up for his manservant to grumble over, and each time she's like "what ya gonna do".

Florence Greene, The Prince of Broadway by Joanna Shupe--Florence is such a fun heroine. She thinks she's way more competent than she actually is, which gets her into a lot of trouble and is endlessly amusing to me. The entire book is just like "what's this bitch gonna do next" and the answer is usually "not the right thing".

Hester Wyatt, Indigo by Beverly Jenkins--I love the determination of Hester, as well as the way she won't let Galen give her any shit ever. She's one of the most intelligent heroines I've read, too--there are tropes in this book that other heroines would've fallen for, but Hester is so clear-eyed and cool-headed... except for when she's like, sleeping with men she probably shouldn't sleep with.

Pippa Marbury, One Good Earl Deserves A Lover by Sarah MacLean--We love Pippa! A scientist who wants to learn about the ways of the secular flesh! Pippa's total lack of self-consciousness is what gets me. She's smart, but she's fully aware that there's some shit she needs to... learn about.

Artemis Greaves, Duke of Midnight by Elizabeth Hoyt--I love Artemis because she's basically the Quiet and Sane to Maximus's Loud and Insane. He'll say the wackiest shit to her, like how he wants to keep her in a hunting lodge and slay an elk for her and feed her while filling her with his seed, and she's just like "I would also like to hunt". A winner of the For That Dick (and also duke) challenge.

Anyway, this isn't a full list by any means but

[sylverstorms]

Lady Dimitrescu x Maiden ----Chivalry

It is late.

It is late, dammit! you repeat to yourself as you struggle to run through the healthy inches of white frost that cover the roads. The sky is grey, a clear indication it will snow again, but that is precisely what caused you to lose track of time so badly. And in this particular village, it is rumored staying out after sunfall is a fatal mistake.

Normally, you are not one to believe in such superstitions.

But nothing in this place you chose to call home is normal.

Though, to be fair to yourself, it isn’t much of a choice if it’s the only option left. Your family’s debts threatened to choke the life out of you after you lost your father –and you had to escape to the distant village of his birth. The same one he adamantly refused to talk about every time you asked, since childhood. Now you see why. You definitely see why.

The winter is ice cold. The summer –well, from what you’ve heard, that doesn’t really exist. Peerless, thick forests separate you completely from the outside world. The villagers range from highly superstitious to downright batshit crazy, which you guess –and hope— is from the isolation. That and the ‘incidents’. You choose to call them that so you don’t think of corpses and lose sleep at night.

The truth is… there are quite a lot of disappearances. An unsettling amount, if you’re honest. Still, there is a logical explanation besides the ‘werewolves and vampires and blood-witches’ nonsense you keep hearing about.

It baffles you why the villagers refuse to accept that it’s just the wolves. You’re surrounded by woods, for God’s sake and you hear them howling above the wind almost every night. They literally keep you awake sometimes. At the end of the day, though, they are just animals. Not supernatural monsters. Just good ol’ mother nature at her most brutal.

And in the off chance it isn’t, you don’t want to stay out long enough to find out.

Your steps hasten. It is a great relief when the sign of the shop near your house comes into view. Yes, almost made it! You cannot wait to have some warm soup and then curl into a ball underneath your heavy blankets.

Just as you are about to take the turn home, however, something catches your eye. Someone. Their presence is so jarring it makes you literally freeze in place and stare.

A woman you’ve never seen before –you’d know if you had, nothing about her is forgettable— ducks out of the store. Yes, she ducks, because she’s so incredibly tall there is no other way for her to fit through. Her height isn’t even the most stunning thing about her. Actually, you can’t decide what is.

It may be her spotless white dress and the way it hugs her luscious curves just right. It may be the wide-brimmed hat she wears, or the pearls that glimmer at her neck and ears, screaming of wealth. It may be her perfectly styled waves of dark hair and how stark they stand against the paleness of her skin. Or perhaps the ancient Greek, goddess-like beauty that is her profile.

You stand there breathless as she turns the other way, having spared you not a single glance. And why would she, when you’re a commoner and she looks like she has and is everything?

What is a woman like that doing here?  

She belongs in a palace guarded by knights, is your first thought. Then it clicks. She does, in fact, live in a palace. She must be the lady you hear the whole village whispering about, the one who owns the castle at the top of the mountain.

That… is such a hike from the village. How did she manage that in a dress and heels? And… wait. How isn’t she freezing to death? Even past your two layers of coats, you are shaking. The frost is biting. It’s biting hard.

You want to ask her if she’ll be alright on her own, but the first lesson you learned in the village is to mind your own business. People do not react well to kindness here.

So you make to follow your own path— only to halt again when a tiny shooting star of a shine slips down her back and falls into the snow. The lady doesn’t seem to notice. Curiosity killed the cat, they say, yet you walk forward to take a closer look.

An earring that looks more expensive than your entire wardrobe –and probably is— lies on the cold ground, lost and alone. You must be an idiot because it doesn’t even occur to you to sell it for a month’s worth of any meal you desire, until much, much later.

“Um— my lady!” you call out, before you can think twice about it. You don’t remember her name. What is the castle called? Oh, come on… Dimitrescu or something?

Thankfully, she stops and you don’t have to embarrass yourself further. When she turns, a cold breeze carries a wondrous, expensive perfume to your nostrils. Sandalwood, Chantilly musk. You are pinned in place by a pair of amber eyes that seem to positively glow from within. She’s terribly intimidating, even while she looks more amused than bothered by your delay.

You try not to stammer or stumble. “S-sorry to stall you. Your earring fell off.” you say over the pounding of your heart and the merciless chill. Your fingers are numb when you present the object to her like a tribute.

A gloved hand reaches up to her ear, slow, as if she’s in no hurry at all. “Ah.” she breathes. She even sounds as good as she looks. “How nice of you to return it, dear.”

That ‘dear’ shouldn’t make your mind glitch like a faulty machine so easily. You lament the fact your palm is so cold you can’t even feel the whisper of her glove against it as she takes her earring back. You stand so frozen underneath her towering height, her classy smell and studying, golden gaze for a moment you have all but forgotten the time.

A distant howl is quick to remind you.

Oh no!

Your instincts give an instant flight reaction, you want to make a dash for your house, but your blue eyes meet hers once more. The stunning lady either has a mean poker face or the sound doesn’t faze her at all. She seems to disregard it as blatantly as the cold.

“That— that’s not good.” So much for not stammering in front of the beautiful woman.

“Better hurry indoors, now.” she says it lightly, as if there’s an underlying joke in there somewhere. “Who knows what scary monsters a pretty dear like you may attract.”

A pretty— your brain shuts down and reboots on the spot. If the urge to run to safety wasn’t swelling so fast you’d have trouble speaking at all, after that. It is a small mercy your blood is too frozen in your veins to make your cheeks redden.

“But you… you’re not going back to your castle alone, right?” you ask. Surely, she’s not that crazy to trudge through the damn woods at this time. “S-shall I escort you to safety?”

The Lady blinks.

Then, she throws her head back in a brief, hearty laugh that tickles your ears in the best way.

“And they say chivalry is dead!” her voice sounds like whiskey. “You are too good for this village, darling, you really are.” as she says it, the very tip of her glove brushes over your cheek. A touch ghostly; quick to fade, though not from your skin. “Don’t you worry about me. Get indoors.” The last part sounds like an order.

You don’t have to be told twice.

You’re hesitant –why are you so worried about her?— but you step back with a nod. “Stay safe.” you say and dash towards your home without looking over your shoulder again.

The breath you’ve been keeping leaves you only after you’re safely inside with the doors and windows locked. The howling is getting closer. Louder. You can’t stop thinking about the woman –Lady Dimitrescu?— and hoping she sees the sunrise safe and sound.

Weirdly enough, nothing pads or scratches or makes noise around your house that night.

You fall into a deep sleep, dreaming of golden eyes and lips crimson like blood.

Ko-Fi

[lillian-nator]

Ranch AU

Or, as we all call it, The Cowboy AU 

Essentially, this was something that I created, and it’s gonna be purely fluffy, with a small bit of angst here and there. Any of the angst will be hurt/comfort. It’s meant to make us all feel better after those fucking harsh lore streams. I started it, based off of some shit in the Dad!Schlatt AU, and after that I honestly didn’t write most of it. It had really been a project in the discord, because we were all sad and shit, so if you have some fluff to offer, please do! I am happy to make almost anything canon - and we could always use more ideas. :)

I hope you enjoy some mindless farm boi fluff!

BASIC INFO: 

It's SBI's Ranch (Phil is Dadza, Tommy, Techno, and Wilbur are his sons)

Phil, sells to the local stores, and manages the crops. He doesn't do too much labor anymore. He hired his boys for that.

Dream, SapNap, Purpled, Tubbo, Callahan, and Punz are all hired farm hands

George, Niki, Ranboo, and Fundy work at the shop where they sell their products; Niki makes all of the dairy products, Fundy and Ranboo stock, label prices, and keeps track of sales, and George works customer service with his Gogy magic.

Wilbur works with the sheep, the goats, and he trains the dogs (Collies - they herd sheep), he also works with the crops a lot

Schlatt isn't hired but he might as well be. He can be found wherever Wilbur is, and is probably drinking a beer he stole from Phil. He doesn't get paid, but he eats all of their food.

Tommy works with the cows, the pigs, the chickens, the horses (sometimes), his goose, and the dogs / cats that they own

Tubbo works with Tommy. Essentially. But he also works on the crops, and the bee farm that they have set up.

Techno works with the horses, and is currently training to be a veterinarian.

Dream works on horses with Techno - they race the horses competitively - but otherwise, is where ever he is needed (usually crops)

Purpled works with Tommy and Tubbo. He mostly works with Tubbo on crops and his bee farm.

Punz and SapNap haul things. As your resident Chads, they are in-charge of moving heavy things and doing manual labor.

Callahan is their repair man. He fixes tractors, and machines on a daily basis.

SOME HEADCANNONS: 

HENRY, a saga:

that henry has a matching bandana to the one Tommy has so that everyone knows thats henry. Tommy doesn't like it when people touch henry so henry gets a bandana - Shark -

when Phil first started raising Tommy, he would've never guessed that he would turn out the way he did.

He was loud, and brash, and hit his brothers, and made fun of the neighbor's kids,  but then Tubbo became Tommy's best friend, and then Phil introduced Tommy to the cows.

The cows are Tommy's everything.

When a Bred Heifer is due, he sits with them everyday past their due date - he sat with Betty for 5 days when she wouldn't birth a calf. He was so fucking worried.

When one of his cows are sick, he sleeps in the barn until they get better. His last days with Harvey fucked him up.

Tubbo, Tommy, Purpled, and Ranboo spend long nights at the farm, and Tommy always leans against Henry as he stares up at the stars.

Henry who his best girl (all cows are girls and Tommy doesn't give a shit about gendered names). Henry who wears a matching bandana. Henry who is fluffy, and warm, and Tommy's everything. -

Sometimes when Tommy had a bad day, whether it’s stress, or school, or just whatever, Tommy sleeps in the Henry’s stall with her. Phil has so many pictures of Tommy curled up with Henry. From when she was first born to now. - Eye

Tommy hates winter because that’s the one time of year Phil won’t let him sleep in the barn. Even with the layers and heat lamps it’s too unsafe. Tommy always gets up extra early in the winter. Both because he has to check and break ice in the water troughs but also because he misses his girl - Eye -

Henry's mother, Betty, was the first Cow Tommy had helped during birth. He sat with her for 5 days when she hadn't gone into labor past her due date. It took 9 hours for Henry to be born, and Tommy was there through the entire thing -

Well, almost the entire thing. He was at school for the first hour of labor, and was so pissed at Phil when Phil knew and didn't immediately come get Tommy from School.

It always felt like Tommy and Henry had a special bond because Tommy literally raised Henry from birth. -

They didn't think Henry was gonna make it when she was first born, but Tommy was fucking determined, and bottle fed that cow every single day and night. When she was slowly weened off milk, Tommy got unironically sad that he didn't have to bottle feed her anymore.

He still visited her every morning, and milked her mother at dawn, right after he got eggs from his hens. -

Henry waits for Tommy at the end of their long ass drive way when he gets home from school. She knows that when the bus pulls up that her boy is back and so she’s always there waiting lazily for pets and a nice walk together back to the house. Even when it’s cold and someone is waiting for the kids to get home in an ATV or something Tommy always walks back to the house with Henry - Eye

Thinking about how long these fucking country roads are. And how Tommy and Tubbo have the same bus stop even though Tubbo and Tommy's houses are a couple of miles away. Tommy has to walk a mile to get to the beginning of his driveway, and seeing his favorite girl there is like a reward at the end of a journey. Tommy probably keeps a bag of feed in his backpack, which is just a mixture of grain, hay and corn, and gives Henry a handful to thank her for waiting for him.

Clementine, The Goose: 

Tommy has a goose, and names it Clementine. 

He found her in the woods one day, when she was very young, and he decided he was going to keep Clementine. 

Clementine is only ever nice to Schlatt and Tommy. No one knows why. 

Clementine follows Tommy around. Very endearing. 

Phil doesn’t question it at this point 

NEW MILO, the sequel:

OG Milo is a kitten that Wilbur found on the side of the road, in the rain, and he took the kitten in, trying to save him. Wilbur immediately got attached.

Techno pulled an all nighter, half spent  trying to save OG Milo and the other half comforting Wilbur. "You couldn't have helped, he was too starved and out in the rain for too long." Phil adds that if Techno can't save something, it can't be saved. - Ethan

Wilbur's next cat was named New Milo in honor - Ethan

Anyway, New Milo has three kittens. Blood God, Boots (given to Fundy), and Bumbles (given to Tubbo). They're called the Bees and they were born Christmas Eve - Ethan

BLOOD GOD, the pussy:

Blood God is Techno's cat. Its just a ferall little molly that loves techno too much. - M -

After Techno helped New Milo have her litter, he wasn't originally gonna keep any of the kittens, but he saw this tiny thing with the orange muzzle and just: stole her.

He is also nicknamed Blood God, for both his skill in hunting and healing

He originally named her Piglet because the orange spot looked like a pig snout [the main reason he chose her and not her stronger littermates] but called her Blood God teasingly when he first adopted her

Wilbur didn't realize he meant it as a nickname and told everyone her name was Blood God

Techno still calls her Piglet, but everyone else calls her Blood God because that's the name on her collar.

Most of their cats aren't collared, but Phil made her a custom collar because he was worried she'd get lost hunting with Techno and Dream - Ethan -

Blood God is such a batshit cat. She's a runt, really, oddly small compared to her siblings, and she's their best mouser

She's the cat that everyone leaves scraps for, but never tries to pet out of fear

Often she'll climb up people's legs and sit on their shoulders, and it's the only time you can pet her.

She is very, very affectionate with Techno and he loves her very much. He has her very well trained, and she comes with him and Dream when they go hunting sometimes alongside a terrier.

She's a little itty bitty calico molly and she has an orange patch right over her muzzle - Ethan

TOMMY'S HENS, the chicks:

He gets real defensive of his hens. They lay eggs for him. They deserve to be treated well. -

Tommy does in fact have an egg incubator; Sometimes it's just better. Tommy prefers letting his hens care for their own eggs, but he does still use the incubator - Ethan -

Some chickens enjoy being thrown so they can flap and shit. A few days after passing ownership of the hens to Tommy, Phil is going down to the crops and just sees Tommy chucking his hens and watching them rush back to be thrown again

he feels a hint of "what the hell" but he notes the gentleness tommy does it with and how the chickens seem to be enjoying it and he shrugs and keeps walking - Ethan -

Once Wilbur was helping Tommy with the chickens and he dropped an egg

Unfertilized, of course, but Tommy looked like you'd just punted a toddler

Three years later, Wilbur isn't allowed to touch the eggs anymore

Tommy's paranoid he'll hurt a live one

"Get out." "What - Tommy it was an accident, it was just one egg." "If you aren't gonna treat Phoebe's eggs with care; You can get the fuck out." "Tommy -" "Out." -

the quality chicken eggs depends usually on how the chicken feels. While under his care, the eggs the chickens produced were really good.

Under Tommy's care? Phil's eggs tasted like horseshit in comparison - Ethan -

They have their like, main barn and to the side of it is a little pond. The chicken coops are a little beside it, with the singular duck coop (he only has four ducks) closest. He calls the area the Business Bay

AGES: 

Tommy - 16 Tubbo - 16 Purpled - 17 Ranboo - 17

Techno - 19 Wilbur - 21 Schlatt - 19 Phil - idk like 45 or some dad shit

Fundy - 18 Niki - 19

SapNap - 18 Dream - 19 George - 20 Punz - 19 Callahan - 20

RANDOM HC’S: 

Tubbo, Niki, Ranboo, and Fundy are siblings. -

Whenever they eat meat they talk about who they're eating. 

They tell stories about their day and such but they always start dinner, when its meat, saying "rip lmao" and telling stories about them

...they don’t do it when they eat beef

Everyone sitting down with their plates of ham Wilbur: so who was it? Phil: Fern Tommy, already eating: rest in peace fern Techno: he shat on my boots once -

Each of the boys get a few animals that aren't allowed to be butchered.

Wilbur has Friend, Enemy, and Skit the Bull. (Wilbur wanted to name a Bull "Shit", but Phil said no because Tommy was 11 and already swearing too much for his liking)

Techno has none of the livestock. He only cares about Blood God, and his horses.

Tommy has a pig [currently unnamed], his Hens (6 or 7 of them, that lay eggs), and his dairy cows -

Phil is ALWAYS chewing on straw. -

Tommy, Techno, and Wilbur all call Phil "Pops" or "Pop". They all used to call him "Papa" though. It's like a coming of age thing for the three of them, when they stop calling him "Papa" and start calling him "Pop".

Phil may or may not have cried when Tommy started calling him "Pop" at the age of 12.

ALTHOUGH, all 3 boys know that if you want anything, you call Phil "Papa". Phil can't resist it. -

Techno and Tommy with starry eyes: pops Phil: no Wilbur: Papa Phil, with slightly less confidence: n-no   - Ethan -

Tommy holding a baby calf in his hands that he walls to bring inside for the night because hes in love with her: papa please!! Phil, practically in tears: fine.   - M

[aelingalathyniusrailme]

If you find me on the edge, we’ll jump together.

Gwynriel Pirate au pt 6 

this chapters a little long and fluffy but I really like it and I finally gave it a name

Here are the other parts if you’re interested :) pt 1, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4, pt 5

what had azriel’s life become? In the past 24 hours his ship became infested with dangerous females, he had given up his most prized possession, and he was on his way to find a being that still haunted his nightmares. 

Berdara was a fine persuader but money was even better. Too bad they seemed to come in tandem. The captain of the shadowsinger needed this hall and there was no way in hell he was loosing a dime to the cutthroat redhead he now lived with. 

He stole a glance toward her to find her staring intently at the map. Her mind, her calculating, cold, ruthless mind at work. Her eyes shot up to his and she gave him a smirk, flashing the whites of her teeth and winked. he knew others would see a friendly smile but all he saw were fangs

Infuriating as she might be, she had not said one word, in the past few hours about his meltdown or the other thing he had yet to let himself dwindle over. He was caught between appreciation and the feeling that he wasn’t worth a second thought to her. 

“so where will my crew and I be sleeping” her voice was light but there was a slight edge. 

“The room next to mine.” He grit his teeth in preparation for the comment that was sure to follow that statement. “now you’re going to say something crude” 

at the same time gwyneth said with a wink, “want to keep me close, captain? all you have to do is ask?”

The slight shock on her face elicited pure joy from azriel. While hidden, a practiced eye saw the way her mouth slightly parted and her eyes flare. It was his turn to smirk as he responded, “Your majesty is becoming quite predictable.”  

gwyn smiled her psychotic smile and stepped closer to him. too close. “wouldn’t want that,” she whispered into his hear as if she was telling him a secret. Her voice wrapped it’s claws around his throat and squeezed, pulling him to her. 

Azriel coughed “You’re all going to have to share a room.”

“it’s quite alright, my crew and I have shared beds before.” There was a suggestive glint in her eyes. and blood rushed to his face faster than this girl could threaten and flirt in the same breath. 

“I don’t believe I said anything about sharing beds.” 

“Oh I know, but sometimes, shadowsinger, we must learn the difference between necessity and pleasure.” Azriel’s pupils dilated and his skin felt tight and hot.

Gwyn leaned in once again and teased, whispering, “Predictability is worth seeing you blush like a school girl.” She threw her fiery hair over her shoulder and walked away leaving him gaping like an idiot. 

cassian and rhys walked out from his room and rhys said with a chuckle “she’s something alright.”

cassian looked at him with mock sincerity “promise me I’ll be the bridesmaid at your wedding”

“and will it be a double with you and that second of hers?”

He held his hands to his chest and tilted his head, “only in my dreams”

Rhys swung his arm around him laughing, “You’re pathetic.” 

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5 days passed and every one of them was torturous. His crew at their wits end with hers. Apparently the two blondes were causing quite a bit of trouble. It had seemed one had wiped the floor with his entire crew when it came to the cards while the other was a bit of a thief, a petty thief. 

His sharpshooter had made the mistake of whistling at Emerie, she tossed him into the ocean without so much as batting an eye. Thankfully they got him out in time and rest assured there were no more comments or touching. 

He hadn’t seen Berdara much as she had been holed up in her room barely leaving beyond the occasional meal. Though every time she did grace his presence, she was sure to leave him flustered beyond relief. What about this girl make him loose all of his composure, he wasn’t sure. But avoidance was a useful tool. 

Don’t think about it, don’t care azriel thought as he watched Cassian and Rhys spar on the deck of his ship. HIs two best fighters, facing off until suddenly rhys was knocked to the ground from behind. The culprit, the silver majesties second, Nesta. 

There was a determined look in her eyes, cold ambition. 

Cassian laughed, unfazed. 

“my turn.” her voice was one of mock innocence, venom drenched in sugar.

“don’t be so eager sweatheart.” 

“Eager to knock your arrogant ass down a few pegs” 

“Ooh she’s feisty.” And with that Nesta attacked. She wasn’t graceful but she fought as if her life depended on it, a sure sign that at one point or another it did. She swerved and jabbed with a desperate urgency, one you could only learn on the streets. Cassian dodged and deflected, though he was working much harder than usual. It seemed he also had something to prove. 

Azriel turned, knowing this fight would not be over any time soon, to find Berdara walking right towards him. “Nesta will not loose this fight.” 

“funny, neither will cassian.” 

Gwyneth gave him a serious look. “She does not loose, she never has and she never will.” 

“hmm. It’s never too late to try new things.” 

gwyn rolled her eyes before a glint appeared in them. “care for a rematch?” 

“fists or swords?” 

“Let’s spice it up, swords.”

“double or single?”

“A sword and a dagger.” 

“Surrender or mercy.” 

“Seeing you kneel to me will be sweet.” she paused. “Surrender.” 

“You’re on.”

“Pirates oath?”

“A gentleman always plays fair.” She unsheathed her sword and dagger holding one in each hand and smirked. “too bad I am no mere man.”  she lunged but azriel had been expecting that and side stepped pulling out his own sword and dagger. 

Where nesta had been brute force and aggression, Gwyneth was all grace and speed. She fought with the efficiency of someone who trained with the queens guard themselves. It was like fighting a tornado, she was fast like lightning and when she struck she struck hard. Every move was beautiful and deadly, just like her. 

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“We dock in 15 minutes.” Azriel called out to his crew. 

“What no, we need to keep going.” Gwyn replied.

“What we need is to restock supplies so we don’t starve to death before we’re richer than the queen herself.” 

she gave him a confused look, as if he was speaking a different language.

“We’ve been sailing non-stop for almost 2 weeks and we are out of supplies.”

gwyn mumbled something that sounded like “pathetic.” 

As soon as Azriel dropped the anchor his entire crew rushed off the shadowsinger, desperate to be away from the insane women. With of course the exception of Cassian for he was leaning against the rails of the ship bothering Nesta while she was pointedly ignoring him. 

“Hey, enough with the heart eyes we’ve got shit to do.” Azriel barked at Cassian who then frowned and sulked off the ship while nesta stared at him with her cold, blank expression. “You too sunshine. Let’s get moving.” 

“Order me to do something again and I will cut off your limbs one by one and feed you them for breakfast.” 

“I’m counting down the hours.” Azriel narrowly missed the dagger she threw at his head.

“Don’t call me sunshine.” and nesta walked off the ship, katanas at her hips glinting in the cold sun of the winter court. She looked right in her element. 

Before he called these women insane but that was far too gentle of a statement, the females that had found their way onto Berdara’s ship were absolutely, completely batshit crazy. 

Az was sure everyone was off his ship, everyone was accounted for and yet something was nagging at him. 

A flash of red caught his eye and he turned to see the captain of the silver majesty sitting on the railing, one misstep and she would fall. Though there was no doubt in his mind that she would survive the deadly drop. This women seem to defy all odds, why not death? Her smile was wild and just a little bit mad as the wind swept and curled through her hair pushing it back from her face. As if it wanted nothing more than to be flowing through her her fiery locks that mirrored her spirit. Gwyn closed her eyes, feeling the breeze, the sun lighting up the freckles that spread across her cheeks. She was

“Are you done gawking?” she said without even opening her eyes. 

horrible, she was absolutely unquestionably horrible. “If I may, what are you doing majesty?” 

She turned toward him, in the sun the blue of her iris’s had a twinge of green as if she was born for the sea. “I am simply reminding myself why I left.” Her eyes gazed hungrily over the vast sea as though she saw a challenge, one she had to conquer. “who could resist all this?”

It was unlike her to offer such a raw statement with no ulterior motive and while it was entirely possible she did have one, Azriel believed her. Azriel believed her because he shared the exact feeling. The longing for freedom, the found solstice in constant change and motion, and the occasional guilt for leaving that ultimately fades because it will never not be worth it. 

“I pity them.” 

“Fools.”

“Utterly.” She offered no more as she hopped down from the railing. 

They walked in comfortable silence as they both took in the beauty of the winter court. It was all ice and snow with a slight aura of loneliness. 

Together the two captains arrived at the inn. It was cozy and warm and was placed separately from the rest of the town. His eyes shifted and he saw what had to have been the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. It was a bar. Thank fucking goodness. Azriel knew without a doubt that they all desperately needed some liquor. 

In the bar he immediately found both their combined crew. A crowd of men and women had surrounded Rhys, hanging on every word he said while he soaked it up flirting to his hearts content. Azriel was going to have to give him a limit on the number of people he could fuck at once, this was getting ridiculous. Next he found Cassian, Tarquin and Viviane doing shots at the bar. But he noticed every time his glance shifted to a certain girl in the corner of the room. Nesta was in a booth with Emerie sipping whiskey, talking in low voices. Cressedia and Drakon were in a heated drinking game and-

Azriel knocked into a body he immediately recognized as Lucien and he held out his hand at once glaring. 

“Hey captain.” He said cheerfully. 

“empty now.”

The kid dumped a pile of jewels, wallets, and id’s in his hand. 

Azriel smirked approvingly “get me a ruby, an Id of a man who could pass for the high lord of the winter court, and 500 more dollars.” Lucien nodded greedily and ran along. It had been a game between the two of them for Azriel to give him outlandish challenges to sharpen his skill as a thief. 

But before Lucien could leave the bar every lamp extinguished and the bar turned quiet. 

Strangers gasped and knives were drawn. 

Moments later the lights reappeared and once his eyes readjusted he saw a women holding two daggers to the throats of Tarquin and Viviane. They struggled against her. But she just laughed and scolded. “No no no. shhhh” Before she looked up again. 

“We need to have a chat.” every word was clipped and short. “Put your weapons away and these two might get to live to see another day.” It was an order, and a threat. Azriel didn’t take kindly to threats. 

Gwyn looked to the 3 remaining who followed her and nodded at them to listen. He nodded to his own crew. 

Nesta sneered but dropped her katanas to the ground. She opened her mouth to speak but Rhys beat her to it, pushing away the women he was flirting with as he drawled to the women in front of them. 

“It’s been a long time Feyre, darling.”

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I am very impressed that you picked up on the Henry VI experiment since I just... tagged a bunch of posts with it one day. 😂

At it’s most basic form, I want to write a novel about Henry VI. Which seems pretty simple; nearly every personality in the Wars of the Roses has a novel written about them from “their side” so why should Henry VI be any different? But then, writing his story from his perspective brings with it different issues because he’s generally an ambiguous or absent figure in the historical accounts, set above or apart from everyone else. How do you depict the efforts of Margaret of Anjou to restore the Lancastrian dynasty, for instance, when Henry is imprisoned in the Tower for all of it?

A lot of historical fiction about the Middle Ages is fairly... straightforward in approach. The novel opens, things progress in a linear fashion (more or less) until the novel ends. The prose is also pretty straightforward, contemporary in style - though you can find ones that have a more literary style. It isn’t that this is bad or wrong, it’s certainly a style I use in other writing projects I have, like the Eleanor novel or the Henry V novels. It’s just sort of the antithesis of how I want to write (or read, for that matter) a novel specifically about Henry VI.

The starting point for this project was looking over the pieces I’d already written from Henry VI’s perspective (e.g. the swan, birds in winter and chapter two of the witch’s death) and really liking them, liking not only the characterisation of Henry but also the way in which I express his perspective on an artistic level. The timeline is slippery, there are elements of magical realism, dream visions, experimental fiction and gothic fiction (Henry VI: a gothic heroine?). I initially thought the style would be hard to maintain in a longer piece but I ended up being like: what if I just went apeshit and threw everything at the wall? Play with the timeline, fold in and out, don’t have it as a set pattern. Play with genre - amp up the magical realism, the gothic elements, the experimental elements etc. Don’t get bogged down in keeping the story within the bounds of a realistic, historical, natural world: add in all the ghosts I want. Play with style and form, play with structure, tenses and everything. Don’t have any hard and fast rules, just play.

It’s really terrifying. Which is why I call it an experiment. I don’t know if it’s possible or viable to write a “novel” with that approach. I don’t know if I do it and it’s somehow not an enormous mess whether it’ll make sense to anyone but me or if it’ll be a satisfying read. And if it is possible to write a satisfying, comprehensible novel from such a batshit approach, I don’t know if I’m the right person to write it, that I have the skills to do it, whether I’m coming to it from the right perspective myself. The day after I went and tagged all those posts, I was like, “oh shit, [Henry VI historian] would probably h a t e  this” because of the way I would approach Henry VI’s mental illness. Which bums me out a bit because while I disagree with them on certain points, I do generally like their work on Henry.

But the thought of just experimenting and playing with writing styles, throwing things at the wall and seeing if it can hold together and stretching my creative muscle... it’s really exciting too.

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dimples, sunkissed, clouds and honey for the soft asks

dimples (most attractive feature of a person's face) : imma have to go with eyes. I always find eyes to be amazingly pretty no matter what colour or shape or size. If i find someone attractive you can 99% bet your life that I love their eyes the most. I love seeing the expressions and slight changes in the look of eyes when someone's mood changes. The colours of an eye. The different hues they take on in different lightings. I just love eyes ok.

i am being really poetic today wtf I'm scared of myself now moving on-

sunkissed (autumn or spring) : dunno man-i have no idea what seasons i like except that i hate winters they are HORRIBLE wearing too many layers makes me feel stuffy and too few result in perpetually cold fingers and toes (SPECIALLY THE TOES) and just yeah i don't like winters. Might pick autumn between that and spring though cuz I like cool and mildly/somewhat cold weather but true winter?? No.

was my hatred for winters the question?? no it was not. did I write about it anyways?? Of course I did.

clouds (describe one of your favourite dreams) : (alright THIS IS A LONG ONE) ok so I never remember my dreams (or dream at all for the most part) except like OCCASIONALLY. So this one time I had a dream which included my then irl crush, my old best friend who was also my possible first actual female crush but I'm still not sure almost 3 years later and now friend, three classmates and one other friend who is said ex best friend turned friend's now best friend. Basically it was about a rumour about our school being haunted and we were all going batshit over it and like tryna antagonise the spirit to show itself then something happened which I have forgotten and my crush confessed he likes me then I accepted and then suddenly one of my then best friends comes rushing to me and says that we have to do a ritual to calm the spirit and then we all did that and then idk what led to what but the spirit turned out to be my second best friend and just yeah then i woke up from the sheer weirdness at 4 in the morning.

honey (fav term of endearment) : platonically it would be bestie (to be called) i think and babe (to use for others AND to be called) and romantically uhhh ok honestly I don't know but I know for sure that my fav would be a nickname that stems from an inside joke between the two of us (yes I'm high maintenance (as this entire reply shows) fuck off)

Thanks for the ask nari and uh yeah. Sorry it's so long sjdndkdk