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runesofthedelta · 9 months ago

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There's some real funny character stuff that occurs post-no-mercy and into a true pacifist.

Chara seemingly returns to their old self, as the narrator, on that post-geno-pascifist. Frisk still gives their name as Frisk at the end.

The game is actually pretty forgiving about both geno and pascifist. Because there's nothing in either or that suggests that the world has fundamentally changed.

... But Chara, isn't forgiving.

Undertale falls with the idea that the characters are people. It asks "if a protagonist can actually Save their Game in real life, how would that affect the world and its people?", It follows every trope when it comes to RPG monsters, asking "If our hero is so heroic, what about all those monsters they slaughtered by the hundreds to get to the end?"

Its a deconstruction on the ideas of RPG. Most of the time, it reconstructs just as well, letting you explore what you'd like and still making it just in time for a happy ending...

... Until you decide to go on a killing spree.

In a reset post-geno, you have only one LV. By the end, the kid we've been playing identifies themselves as Frisk. Chara is still the Fallen Child we name, and is still the fairly amicable narrator.

Until the end.

If we choose for Frisk to leave Toriel (to... gods knows where), the picture we receive has all our "friends" crossed out, and the character of Frisk replaced with Chara.

( This might imply that they went after our friends... but truth is, at 1 LV, shared between Frisk and Chara, they have no killing intent at all. )

Crossing out this picture is a "Fuck You" to Chara. Frisk and Chara finally get a happy ending... but you, the Player? Absolutely Not. Chara won't allow it.

If we choose for Frisk to go with Toriel, Frisk lives with her and can be found sleeping in a bedroom as we watch. Once Toriel leaves a pie slice, Chara turns over and stares at our "camera".

( Still LV1, you can't get the true pacifist run without LV1 )

All this shows...

That Chara and Frisk share the LV. And about after Ruins, in Geno, is where Chara just takes center stage. Only in aborted runs or resets, does the stage return to Frisk and Chara chills out.

That Souls transcend Time and Space. Its the only way Chara would know enough or be around enough, to know what we the player did in a post-geno-pascifist world and ending.

Neither Frisk nor Chara control the Red Heart. We do, the Player. Even though the Red Heart is Frisk's soul, and that Chara is attached to it because Chara is a post-mortem consciouss that should have a Human soul, and persumably, their soul was Red too. ( I would've said that we don't know, because there were other humans... but Chara's speech in Geno specify Frisk. )

Frisk, cannot do a genocide route. At the start of it, Chara takes over right away, and stops talking to Frisk, and starts talking to Us. in every Neutral and Pacifist Route, Chara talks to Frisk. In Geno, Chara takes over, and Frisk isn't a factor. But once Chara gets the Red Soul, from us the Player, Chara will willfully just go back to talking to Frisk. Until we, the player, try to get involved in the ending scene--in which case, Chara takes right back over.

Chara encourages mercy and mischief, when someone is playing the game to be merciful. Very rarely do they interfere with the choice (one known exception is refusing to allow crying), and only in the true lab does Frisk interfere with Chara's set choices... of which Chara will staunchly back up Frisk's reactions from then on.

Even post Geno, Chara encourages mercy and mischief, but this is more specifically pointed to Frisk.

( Because if Chara just wanted to screw everyone, why wait for a geno-play? Why not just do it in a regular True Pacifist... Its because they don't actually want a Genocide. Who does? )

Chara wants to help, and protect, Frisk, as the "narrator".

They read to Frisk, they understand Froggits for Frisk, they give options, give descriptions. (I've got my own personal HC about who exactly is reading the HP, EXP, LV, ATK and DEF, because I'm pretty certain Chara isn't that indepth about monsters they couldn't have possibly met.. but they're definitely the flavor Texts and Descrptions). They kinda translate Frisk for Us the Players, so they do semi-know that there's a third (HC: Or fourth) party here.

( I believe the reason why ties into how the Red Soul operates as a human soul. Free Movement? Prime power to escape nearly any situation? Red Monster Magic about alarms and warnings? Red Text meaning Danger? The Red soul pays attention to Danger, and its first instinict is to Flee--thusly, Frisk is actually a pretty scarred kid. )

Chara's first instinict upon waking up to Frisk, inspite of how much others have claimed that Chara hated humanity... was to help by any means necessary with what little they can do. Especially since Frisk is a scared kid who doesn't know what to do at all.

So when that allpowerful third-forth party comes in, and decides that death by any means necessary is the goal...

What's Chara to do, except, take the brunt of it instead? Let Frisk take the backseat, and Chara does the dirty work so that Frisk doesn't get hurt.

Then Chara performs their ultimatum. They sever our connection to the world, and it stays dead, or we give them the Red Soul.

And upon taking the red Soul, Chara seemingly returns to just the merciful-mischievous narrator, at LV1, with Frisk.

... Only now, they stay with Frisk. And when it looks like that we, the player, are looking at them outside of the underground--Chara looks Back.

They took the red soul to ensure this little kid, Never Gets Bothered or Hurt by Us again.

ADDENDUM:

This ain't the first time in anime fiction where a dead semi-psychotic seemingly soulless spirit, fond of mercy and mischief but also fond of giving those with ill-intent their just rewards, who possesses a younger soul and bolsters and protect them.

Who woke up confused about where they were and what was going on.

Who definitely got themselves killed pulling something that didn't work, and they still had to fix it after they was dead.

Who's actions did result in a friend of theirs becoming a total asshole in his next life.

Who has played both psycho and savior.

And was a royal child.

... And y'know, they just happen to like children's card games.

#undetale #chara undertale #frisk undertale #chara #frisk #narrator chara #true pacifist route #genocide route #undertale spoilers #analysis #theory #yugioh

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dollfaced-erin · 1 year ago

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𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕠𝕟'𝕤 ℂ𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕝𝕖 (Blade x F!Reader x Jing Yuan)

PART 18

PART 1 , PART 2 , PART 3 , PART 4 , PART 5 , PART 6 , PART 7 , PART 8 , PART 9 , PART 10 , PART 11 , PART 12 , PART 13 , PART 14 , PART 15 , PART 16 , PART 17

A/n :

i'm trying my best to schedule myself, but reading all the rqs i have, im getting pumped up to write again ! though i am having some trouble writing some rqs and it either may take me some time to think about it, or i'll really be stumped looking at it... these days i havent been feeling much motivated so i've been taking time for myself to reconstruct words and redevelop nice and pretty sentences again. I...also am feeling like changing the pictures i use for dragon's cradle...i'm not sure how to though...dw, i'll canva through it ! PENACONY 2.2 IS DROPPING TOMORROW AND IM SO EXCITED-- (this is pre-2.2 dont come at me please,,,) ROBIN WANTERS WILL BE HAVERS TRUST !

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Vidyadhara elegies are the traditional music of the Vidyadhara people. The Vidyadhara use only simple castanets for musical instruments, relying on extremely diverse sets of melodies.

Originating from their folk songs, the style is generally that of mournful dirges. Vidyadhara elegies can be said to represent all of the most tragic aspects of Xianzhou culture, as Vidyadhara players tend to sing about loves lost and pyrrhic victories.

"The previous High Elders have all met with a fate worse than death..." Said an old voice, troubled by the troubles that have been plaguing him ever since his rise onto the position.

"From the first Imbibator Lunae...they have all met their demise in a way no one would expect. The challenge to overthrow them is just getting audacious by the day !" Exclaimed another voice, a woman, perhaps trying to convince someone with her thoughts and principles.

Yes...there was always the threat of assassination from all corners, and if he didn't choose well and right before his time came, be it naturally or by the hand of a forsaken soul, the Luofu shall be plunged into peril without the proper head of a scion to properly guide them...

The horned man thought deeply about this, his gaze looking out the window. His bright and intelligent eyes were gazing up at the moon, as if asking for the guidance of the entity that graced his name. He was supposed to be the wise one, guiding his people and stirring them away from chaos and destruction that may befall upon them. Be it in his time or another...he had his responsibilities set out for him.

So the dragon sighed softly, hoping that none of the Preceptors had heard his little act of impatience and negativity, apprehensive that they may assume that he was finding this all a hassle for him to think about, or even find his improper and impolite behavior discourteous.

It was...too much for him to assume alone. The matter now was in his hands, and not those before him. What he did now would paint portraits towards his ancestors and previous incarnations, and stain the names of his future reincarnations...

He looked beside him, where there was a beautiful young woman, sitting, minding her own business. On her hand was a lovely ring, a sentiment that she was taken by her betrothed. Her (h/c) hair gleamed under the moonlight's grace, letting it shine brighter that the waves of the deep ocean that submerged Scalegorge Waterscape.

Her bright eyes landed on his troubled figure, gracing him with a smile that washed away his worries, akin to a waterlily floating on the surface of the water of an untouched lake. She got up, silks embroidered by the masterful hands of the Vidyadhara craftsmen cupping his cheeks lovingly.

"What's troubling you, my beloved...?" She asked sweetly, her glossy lips still gracing the smile that he wished to protect with every fiber of his draconic being.

Though she wasn't a High Elder, and didn't possess much abilities that were deemed extraordinary to the eyes of the Preceptors. But she was the one that managed the quell the rage that continued to flare in his heart, calming him down with a mere caress of her smooth hands, smoother than the moondrop flowers growing in the silence of night.

To him...she was wiser than anyone else of their caliber.

Being childhood lovers, she watched him grow, she was by his side when he received the eye of abysm, she stood proud in the crowd once he was declared the full-fledge Imbibator Lunae.

His beloved wife.

"My...moon..." The saddened High Elder whispered, his hands rising up to cup her gentle hands that caressed her cheeks. "I...am deeply sorrowed..."

"I must choose the next descendent for our lineage..." He said, leaning into her healing and comforting touch. "Perhaps...we could choose the egg together...?"

"Like...choosing our own children...?" The wife asked, almost jumping in place in surprise. Her (e/c) eyes were wide, almost elated at the prospect of...children.

It was a foreign concept to them, since Vidyadhara's aren't able to reproduce like regular Xianzhou natives. But imagining it...

"Yes...just like--huh ? Children ?" The Imbibator Lunae said, blinking his eyes at her with confusion. Was she serious ? No, that cant be...

"Wait, not one child ?" "Huh, why just choose one when we can have two ?" "But what about the Dragon Heart ?"

"What about it ? One could have it, and we could ask the Perceptors to bind them as siblings, or...perhaps, grow them together to be siblings."

"Siblings..." Imbibator Lunae thought, remembering that Xianzhou natives and Foxians had that concept. It clicked in his mind. His lover had a point, and he had come to realize something.

This...burden of being the Imbibator Lunae...was too much for one person to handle. One responsibility too much for one soul. He...wouldn't be able to protect himself if he was too occupied with the affairs that concerned him more than his own being, like his beloved...

Even the past High Elders had met with a demise no one could foresee, meaning...that there was also no one else to back up and they only had one goal. His stress was thankfully managed by the presence of his beloved, which had grown by his side since she had broken off her shell. But what about the past Imbibator Lunae...?

It was...too much for one person. Too easy to overthrow.

But before the couple could properly choose their heir...the beloved...had fallen before he did.

In his arms, he held the dying and distraught woman in his arms, a gaping hole in her chest from the knife that pierced her without warning, leaving it to penetrate her body before she managed choose their heir together.

Today was supposed to be a joyous day...a day where the two of them would hold hands and walk with the Pearlkeepers to look at the eggs that gleamed brightly, hoping to find potential that would help the Luofu prosper more than in his time. But as they turned their backs, they were blinded by the threats that still lingered to take the couple down, and not even Cloudhymn magic could save her now...

The Imbibator Lunae roared in pain and despair, holding his beloved's dying body close to him, knowing he had to quickly rush her to the egg and let it heal her. But he just...wanted to see her one last time, and give her one last kiss.

The dragon bent down its mourning self, lips pressed against its mate's forehead one final time as tears streamed down his eyes, now dull after the tragic robbery of his beloved from his embrace.

He...couldn't survive this world without her. He couldn't bear the days where she would no longer stand by his side, holding his hand, cupping his face with her small and warm palms. He couldn't bear the days where she wouldn't smile at him, where she would no longer be able to press her lips against his.

No...he couldn't...

So he decided to take the final step, and return his beloved into the egg the Pearlkeepers had kindly provided for her, quietly leading the mourning husband to give his wife her final goodbye.

"I'll see you again, my beloved." He whispered, kissing her forehead with tenderness he had never shown her, not even on their wedding day.

"And...my heart will always be with you. Because one the day we met...you have stolen it, and had always kept it safe. So I'm giving it to you, to remember that only you will ever have my heart, be it the one pumping blood in my body, or the one that my power stems from."

"Without you here by my side...what is all this power for if I cannot protect the one I love...?"

"My dear...Saltator Lunae..."

So he chose his new descendent.

And thus...was born two dragons with beautiful horns on their heads, the older brother's arms curling around his newly hatched sister protectively. His grip was tight, arms holding her close and his teal colored tail coiling around her small form. Their embrace was too heartwarming, not even the maids dared to separate them.

Perhaps this child wished to protect her, vowing deep in his heart to never let anything happen to his precious baby girl. A dragon who had horns just like him. A little smile was etched on his face as he inhaled the scent of lilies that radiated from her soft tufts of hair even though he was deep in slumber.

The Preceptors had to hold a meeting amongst them, trying to figure out what to do with these two set of children. It seemed that they had inadvertently inherited the power of the Permanence, both with the outstanding traits of the true heir to power.

"But the boy was hatched first before the girl ! He is the one with true power to the throne !" One argued, quickly hushed by the other. "But the shell he was cast off from wasn't the one which the past Imbibator Lunae had instructed us to watch over so carefully !"

"The girl is the one with the heart. The one that had passed those trials and irrefutably inherited the power of the Dragon Heart. Both...succeeded in the Transmutation Arcanum..." the oldest of them said, his voice ruling over all other reasons.

"The boy had hatched earlier, with horns and the potential reeking from his form no one dared doubt." Said the wise Vidyadhara elder. "Even the inspectors from the Xianzhou Fanghu had acknowledged that power and potential seeped from these two eggs..."

"But no one...could have ever anticipated the birth of two individuals with draconic traits." Said another. "Everyone had experienced the tremor of incredulous potential, yet we merely betted on which would be the true successor..."

"What if...their fate was to rule together...?" said a woman's voice, loud amongst the chatter and discussion.

"The previous High Elder once wrote in a will, that shall it be a boy that was hatched from the shell, his name Dan Feng, and if she was a girl...name her Dan Jia." The wisest of them all spoke, his voice thundering through the hall as they began to rise to a conclusion.

"But those were the terms for the egg so closely guarded..." He said, little confusion at what was apparently happening.

"Born first, we had called the boy, who bore an uncanny resemblance to his predecessor...as Dan Feng." The old clan member reminded. "And for the egg that had been announced as the next heir...with the dragon heart in the small vessel...she will be named Dan Jia."

"For the first time in the Xianzhou history, let there be two High Elders ruling on the Luofu, siblings, who would equally rule and succeed in aspects failed." He said, rising upon his seat at the head of the table. "One destined for power to eliminate the abominations of celestial bodies, and the other, protecting the heart that stems greatness for them both !"

"The boy is named Dan Feng, the Imbibator Lunae as his predecessors once were...and the girl...shall be named Dan Jia. Saltator Lunae, just as the couple that reigned before they were born."

The table of Preceptors began to clap, finding this new embodiment of power astounding and magnificent, never seen before. Their sounds of clapping was thunderous, almost disturbing the pair that was sleeping a couple rooms away.

"Ngh..." muttered the young boy, curling around his little sister even further, hiding her in his chest to prevent the sounds from hurting her ears and frightening her.

The paper written for the will was yellowed, yet the words on it were still clearly visible to be read. It was preserved despite the passage of time, reflecting the man who sat by his desk, holding the brush in his hand.

"Imbibator Lunae is for the man who enjoys his drinks, watching the moon that gazes so brightly upon him. But where lies the joy of drinking such fine liquor without a desirable dancer ? For the Saltator Lunae would accompany him in his darkest days, moonlight bathing her skin and showing him the way."

(Y/n) looked at the soldier, kneeling before a Foxian healer who had...an unnerving smile on her lips. She didn't have a good feeling about this. Why wasn't this healer laying him on the ground, treating his wounds ? Or why was she standing over him, as if waiting for something to happen...?

The soldier looked as if he was really experiencing torment, his head cradled in his hands as if it were about to burst. Yet the healer did nothing, merely watching as his progress began to deteriorate.

Before (Y/n) could warn and pull March back, the unaware girl began to take her hand and rushed towards the pair.

"Here ! There are still survivors !" March said, almost relieved to see that there were still living people despite the blood battleground she had just witnessed earlier. Perhaps it was a sight to behold, as she wasn't as trained on these grounds as Welt or (Y/n) was.

But Welt seemed to catch on quite quickly, his gaze sharp as he observed the scene before him. It was as if he knew that something was indeed amiss, the same something that (Y/n) was experiencing.

"Hmm...?" Hummed the woman, turning around to face the group that had approached them. Her gaze seemed to be pleased for a bit, before it turned into a scowl. "You're not the Knights...what is your purpose here ? It's dangerous."

There was something in her tone that made (Y/n) feel uneasy. She sounded like she was...worried, but there was a certain hiss in her voice that made (Y/n) sure that she wasn't happy with them intruding in her...business with this knight.

"We're reinforcements sent by the General. Where's everyone else ?" Welt asked, trying to keep the situation under control and calm. Well...with this situation, it wasn't hard to see where it would eventually end up.

The Foxian woman scoffed, crossing over her arms as she heard what Welt had just relayed. "Tsk, resorting to short-life species as reinforcements...hehe, Jing Yuan is really running out of options..."

The taunting and worrying smile was back on the 'healer's' lips as she mentioned that Jing Yuan was possibly running low on manpower to properly eradicate the current problem. And it seems that she hadn't yet noticed that (Y/n) was with them.

It was expected, since communication the the Alchemy delve has been cut off since a few system hours ago. There would be no way for them to know of the current issue happening on the other bodies of the Luofu, such as (Y/n)'s awakening.

"They're here to escort me. The General and the Master Diviner had laid out specific orders for them to tread safely, as well as ensure my safety to tend to the casualties." (Y/n) said, stepping forward to face off this 'healer'.

"You...who do you think you--" The angered look on the woman's face was quickly replaced with shock and fear as she realized the horns that grew from (Y/n)'s head.

"You cant be..."

"All of you ! Run !" Cried out the Knight who was still weak on the ground, battling his own pain that seemed to be almost unbearable for him. "She's a disciple of Sanctus Medicus !"

All color began to drain from everyone's skin, leaving them pale and terrified at the 'healer' lady before them. March's grip on (Y/n)'s hand tightened, indicating that this was not the outcome she had expected to be. A direct face off with the supporters of the Plagues Author !

"Silence." The woman hissed, looking at the fallen soldier. "If my healing worked, you'll become one of us. Then..."

She looked at (Y/n), the grin almost impossibly widening on her face.

"It wont be just me they'll be running from."

It all happened too fast. As if on cue, the fallen Knight began his gruesome transformation. Branches began to sprout from his skin, tearing it apart. His armor began to be one with his skin, almost molding entirely with his being. His body began to surge with incredulous power, rendering his senses numb and murderous intent increasing tenfold.

"Lady (Y/n) !"

"GET BACK !"

(Y/n) quickly pushed March behind her, taking up front with Welt by her side, who came to terms with the situation faster than the younger women. With a nod to the brunette, (Y/n) produced her glass hand fan from thin air, the weapon of choice materializing in her hand quicker than light. Welt held his cane, ready to unleash the power of the black hole that he had kept sealed, hoping to never unleash its full potential.

The knight began to rush towards them, tears in his eyes as he tried his best to land his lightest attacks for as long as he remained conscious, for a soldier's dignity lies in their death. Losing control and his mind...would be a warrior's worst nightmare.

His attacks were still deadly and heavy, but he had no control whatsoever over his doings. Though he was experienced with enhanced abilities, (Y/n) and Welt did their best to fend off the regretful man, hoping to put him to rest in the calmest and most humane way.

"Please...I'm sorry..." the man pitifully cried as (Y/n) parried his attack with her fan, swiftly landing a kick to his side. The dragon woman was indeed merciful, and she had her sympathies for the man who had lost all hope of regaining his former pride.

But why couldn't she get close in and quickly put him to rest...?

Unlike the Exhalting Sanctum...she didn't have much memory of herself to full deploy and outlet her power. But now that she was aware...why wasn't she...

She felt like there were still a reign of shackles tying her down...

"Why are you apologizing ?! Didn't you all come here to the Xianzhou to seek immortality ?!" The woman screeched, watching from the backlines as more celestial beings of abundance began to advance towards them.

"You don't have to appease Jing Yuan ! The Disciples of Sanctus Medicus can grant your every wish ! To be immortal like the Natives ! To have a long and prosperous life like the Vidyadhara people !" She cackled, eyes glinting with malice and insanity as she watched the group begin to get surrounded.

(Y/n) was busy fending off the lost soldier as well as getting herself surrounded left and right by borisins and their shadow kin. Though how many times she had launched attacks, she was never able to fully push them back. She was at a loss, she was afraid and worried...

She understood now. Why she couldn't blindly charge in...

She was afraid of losing control of her power if she used it without her brother by her side...

Welt was by her side, exerting himself to his greatest ability to never cause harm, potentially plunging everyone into deep danger if he lost control. March and Stelle were backing them up, with March using her bow and Stelle with her bat, coursing with the crackling power of destruction.

They were all fighting...they were all in danger...

"Please, Lady (Y/n)..." the soldier begged her. "Let me meet the end I deserve."

"Let me die with honor..."

"Honor...?" (Y/n) whispered, her voice coming out in breaths of white, cold from the ice she produced. But the man before her nodded, hoping she'd do the best thing she could.

She was afraid...hoping to never misuse her power in fear of destruction it entails. But he was right. She had people she must protect, whether or not her brother was there to properly keep her power in check.

"I understand."

With a small smile on her lips, the dragon lady began to come close to her companions, hoping that they'll be within her protection. With a single rise of her fan, just as she had done with Yanqing, rose an illusion of an ice lotus, trapping her companions to keep them safe.

"I'm sorry." (Y/n) whispered, looking at the infected before her, before her eyes began to glow, and her tail appearing behind her. She never wished for her power to be out of control, yet to protect, one must go through lengths far beyond boundaries.

(Y/n) held her fan tight in her hand, close to her chest. With a single swing of her fan, water from the sea surrounding the delve began to rise, turning into waves as it began to sweep away the entire colony, picking up the borisins and the disciples in its way, pulling them off to the edge with their powerful forces.

For those who managed to withstand her waves, she cast upon them winds that would cut through them and hinder their sight. With a single stroke of her fan, she sent amplified ice blizzards, cutting through their regenerating skins time and time again like tiny razor blades, faster than their demonic abilities.

With fingers to her lips, her pointer and thumb forming a circle, she blew on the tips of her fingers to send out her ice, freezing those in her path, starting by freezing the droplets of water on their body, piercing deep into them, and freezing the fluids that coursed as a source of life.

It was like the sea. So gentle and soothing, yet with forces so strong to pull enemies deep into the heavy and dark depths. Some place so comforting like a warm embrace, yet terrifying with depths of unknown danger.

Once the waves had washed off the pavilion, all that was left...were the frozen bodies of the loyal worshippers of the Plagues Author. It was cleaned out from the remaining infected lives that were threatening their own, reminding her of the sins that would be washed away by the sea when they were reborn...

"Woah ! Looks like the frozen statues of the antimatter legion back on Jarilo-VI !" March excitedly said, looking at the figures encased in ice for as long as (Y/n) willed for it.

The young pink-haired woman then turned to look at (Y/n), wanting to know more and perhaps ask about if she could do the same as (Y/n). But as she turned around, (Y/n) was already walking into the 'exhibit' of her power.

"Lady (Y/n) ! H-hey, where are you going ?!"

Then she heard little voices as she walked past the frozen statues...

"Brother...shall one day we cast off our old shells...would we be able to find each other again...?" Said a young child voice from afar.

"Maybe...my little moonflower. We'll never know..." Replied a slightly more mature voice, explaining to the young child in the kindest way possible.

"But should you ever forget me...the things you've done in this life is bound to make you remember little by little, no matter how hard you try."

Before her was the fallen Cloud Knight, who begged her to end him in the most honorable way. He was on the ground, kneeling, trying to control the plague that threatened to run rampant despite his exhausted state.

"It seems...that even you...haven't found the path yet, my Lady..." The knight said, laughing bitterly, yet still respectfully. "Leave, my Lady, for they have 'converted me'. I don't have much longer..."

"I'm here...to give you one last gift..." (Y/n) said softly, cold air leaving her thin lips, frosty like the gaze in her eyes.

"One...that may even help prolong your path to your fated end." She said softly as she knelt before him.

She was tired, having exerted most her powers into summoning the tides, still unused to properly controlling it over the centuries of unending dormancy. She wanted to rest, perhaps even curl up while she cuddled her tail like a child. But now wasn't the time for it.

There were duties to be fulfilled...

Swiftly lifting up her hands, she exercised hand signs of various meanings as if it were her second nature, much more precise than that blind woman that existed before she broke those shackles binding her down.

The only way to progress in life...was to accept and adapt.

Her pointer finger and middle finger together held up before her, she shut her eyes as she began to trace the spores that existed within the man's body. With swift and precise movements, she immediately moved swift as the wind, and as piercing as a dragon's talon.

Unlike the woman that had just awoken, blind and foolish to the world that revolved around her, tossing smiles and laughter like the fleeting leaves in the air...she was no longer shackled, nor bound.

Unlike her past...she would never act foolishly again fearing the recurring pitiful demise of a dreamer who lived to dance and love.

(Y/n) stood up, a soft sigh leaving her lips as she dusted off her clothes. The team approached her side, looking down at the soldier before them, lying on the ground as if he were taking a nap from a grueling shift. Her eyes softened, the feelings of mercy and regret ebbing away at her soul.

"What...happened to him ?" March asked softly, holding Stelle's hand for comfort.

"Did you...give him his final embrace, Lady (Y/n) ?" Tingyun slowly asked, trying to step around the bubbling waters.

(Y/n) didn't turn around to face them, but instead parted her lips to give her response, a hand raised to her ear to gently touch the trinket that hung from her pointed organ. "Nothing. Just...soothed his pain a little."

Then she took in a deep breath, looking forward, as if regaining her peace by touching the windchime. "Right. Should we stumble upon a recuperation camp, let's inform them of this one. At the very least, they would be able to send this one to the Ten-Lords Commission."

Along the path, they stumbled across more bodies that have been swept up in the clashing of worlds. Divine celestial beings on the ground with wounds healing at an impossible rate, fallen bodies of the Knights that have half transformed into the forsaken, life leaving their beings before their twisted methods were complete.

There were even some which (Y/n) had them stop in the middle of the way to provide relief, either putting them to sleep to induce the pain, or freezing their cores and helping them relax as they healed after fierce and relentless battles.

But one thing caught her eye. That amicassador.

The Dragon Lady's gaze never left her being, always keeping her in the outermost corner of her sight. There was...something odd about her. Perhaps the striders of the trailblaze would've never noticed, but she sensed...a cosmical energy emanating from that Foxian girl.

There's just something...off with this girl. The way she talks, her interests, her stance during the fight earlier. Something wasn't right.

She didn't have much time to ponder. Due to their thundering steps of different weights and paces, they began to alarm the individuals standing guard past the wall they were about to round.

"Who goes there ?! Show yourselves !" Called out a clear voice of a male, sense of urgency and alert in his tone.

Cloud Knights. They had really reached their temporary base.

Welt took charge, walking ahead of them to confront the guards. "We come in peace." He said, almost making the rest of them snicker in amusement with the way he walked up to them with raised hands.

The guards, of course, didn't seem to take this lightly. But there was relief shining in their eyes when they see the esteemed guests of the General of the Xianzhou Luofu escorting the long awaited Dragon Lady.

"Saltator Lunae !" They sighed in relief. "Quickly, in here ! It's dangerous outside."

"You knew we were coming already ?" March said as they were escorted by one of the guards into the camp, the other standing guard. March was quite curious to how the Cloud Knights weren't that much fazed by their arrival.

"The Master Diviner prophesized your arrival. We were ordered to wait for you under any circumstance." He assured with a steady nod of his helmeted head.

"So...the Master Diviner is already here ?" (Y/n) asked, storing away her fan since she deemed it to be safe for her and her companions.

"Yes. The Master Diviner ordered us to remained stationed here and went to scout ahead." He affirmed again. "They're saying the Disciples of Sanctus Medicus have returned-- they haven't been seen for an age. The troops are anxious."

"I...can imagine." She said with a slight nod of her own head.

"It's good you arrived. The Master Diviner said the Knights weren't to move out until you arrived." He said, but then remembered one more important note.

"Right. While you are here, and we're awaiting the next orders of the Master Diviner, there is something that needs to be clarified." He said seriously, looking at the group. "This is as far as Lady (Y/n) will follow you, esteemed guests of the General."

The group gasped a little, but they were by no chance much surprised. They knew they were missioned to just escort her, but was it just until here, or would they re-group ? But it was the General's orders.

"May I ask what happens from now on ?" (Y/n) asked, a little curious to her next course of fate that awaited her.

The Cloud Knight nodded, standing straight before the honorable woman before him. "Yes, my Lady. General Jing Yuan himself had ordered us to have you wait here. He will come soon, and lead a separate path from the Master Diviner."

"As far as we are informed, you will be joining him on a more confrontational matter."

For some reason she felt a tingle spark up her spine. For some reason she was anxious. For some reason...she was scared.

Something bad was bound to happen.

#dragon's cradle #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #hsr x you #hsr x reader #hsr jing yuan x reader #jing yuan x reader #hsr jing yuan x you #jing yuan x you #hsr blade #hsr blade x you #hsr blade x reader #blade x reader #blade x you #hsr

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Hey, I noticed that in one of your posts you showed an Iron Age Finnish woman's dress. Would you happen to have a good idea of what Finnish men were wearing in that era? The information on it seems sparse. I do have a relevant book that I'm about to look through, but I'd like to hear your insight too!

Hi! Thanks for the question (and sorry for the slow answer), I do love Finnish Iron Age clothing so it's always my pleasure to write about it. I've been wanting to do a deep dive into this for a long while, so maybe I'll do at some point a post about women's dress too.

Unfortunately no one has good idea of the Finnish Iron Age men's dress (and if you find any book or other source that claims otherwise, do not trust it), since there's much fewer archaeological finds of men's dress than women's dress. The most accepted theory on why the textiles of women's dress survived surprisingly well is because of the bronze ornamentation commonly sewn into especially the fine women's dresses of the era. The bronze protected them from decomposing fully. Presumably men's dresses were not decorated similarly then. There are some finds though and we can piece together at least some kind of vague picture.

I will be discussing the period from Viking Age to Crusade Age in Finland. Viking Age is often defined to cover 800s to mid-1000s and the Finnish Crusade Age started right after the Viking Age and ended in the end of 1200s, where the Finnish Medieval era begins. Crusade Age refers to the period where mostly Swedish (also German) crusaders in the span of couple of centuries conquered lands of the Baltic-Finnic pagans. The crusades of this period targeted pagans all over eastern Baltic Sea, including Baltic-Finnic Karelians, Livonians and Estonians, and Baltic peoples, and the Scandinavia too, where Sámi people were targeted. After that the Finland and Sápmi were colonized by Norse people and stayed that way untill Finland was transferred under Russian rule, but to this day Sápmi still stays under colonial rule, including Finnish colonial rule. The current Finland was very multicultural area, mostly populated by Finno-Ugric peoples, including Sámi people, Karelians and various Finnish peoples.

It's important to understand that even just Finnish peoples where not homogeneous, but had distinct, yet of course strongly related cultures. These were Finns (suomalaiset) (yes most people we now call Finns were not in fact called that) in the coast of southwestern and western Finland, Tavastians (hämäläiset) in central-western lake-Finland and Savonians (savolaiset) in central-eastern lake-Finland. This means we can't mix findings from all over Finland to reconstruct a dress without evidencing that all the elements were actually used in one place. These three tribes had broadly similar base for their clothes, but distinctive jewelry and detailing. The big divide was and has always been between eastern and western Finnish peoples. This is because western Finnish people were in close contact through the sea with Norse people and southern Baltic-Finnic peoples, while eastern Finnish people, Savonians mostly, were influenced a lot by their proximity with Karelians. Another dividing factor was the very different environmental conditions between western and eastern Finland. The Finnish coast especially in west is very flat and fertile land, while the lake area, especially in eastern Finland is very rocky, hilly and quite infertile. The main way it effected clothing differences was that western Finland being more wealthy had more elaborate clothing. Tavastians in both occasions fall quite in between, but they tended to be more in the western cultural camp.

My most important sources are a study by a doctor of cultural anthropology, Jenny Kangasvuo, Savon historia I (Savonian history) digitized and open sourced here and the digitized archeological collection of Finnish Heratage Agency. They are all in Finnish so not very useful for most people unfortunately.

Finnish Men's Dress in Viking and Crusader Ages

The basic garments men wore were broadly similar as women. They wore a shift/shirt, knee or above-knee length dress, cloak, belt, shoes and some kind of headwear. Wool was used most commonly, though the shirt would sometimes be linen too. Even evidence of silk has been found in some western Finland graves. I would assume that would be from a dress of some great man, who traveled to gain riches, possibly with vikings. Embroidery and decoration with metals was a typical feature of the whole Eastern Baltic Sea area. In Finland during this period bronze was the most common decorative metal, but silver was used too. Decorative elements were usually woven with small bronze spirals into all kinds of patterns. Here's examples from the reconstructed Ravattula's dress (Finns) used by women.

Shirt

The shirt (in Finnish shift of both women and men was called shirt) was basically a long shirt or under dress. We can assume it was similar to those of women's except shorter since the dress men wore was shorter too. They were made from wool or linen, I would assume wool was used in winter and linen in summer, when linen was even available. The neckline had a cut and closed with a bronze brooch. Horseshoe brooch was common. The first one is a quite typical bronze horseshoe brooch with a bit of ornamentation from Salo (Finns). The second one is from Tuukkala, (Savonians), it has exceptional ornate detailing and is uncommonly silver, not bronze. The third picture has two quite uniquely ornamented horseshoe brooches, first from Köyliö (Finns), second from Kurikka (Finns).

Legwear and footwear

Very little of men's legwear has survived and it's unclear weather men wore pants or separate pant legs, leg wraps or perhaps long socks. Evidence of strings decorated with bronze spirals and tablet woven band has been found in leg area of men's graves. This could mean that they wore either leg wraps, long sock or some sort of pant legs that needed to be secured with string or band under knee. Women used strings and tablet woven tape to secure leg wraps and socks, which I think supports that theory. Sometimes both bronze decorated string and tablet woven band was found in the leg area, which would still be explained by this theory, since it was common to decorate the ends of the bands with bronze decorated strings. Here's an example of sock bands just like that from the earlier mentioned reconstruction of the Ravattula's women's dress. Since men's dress was shorter, I think it would make sense if they still wore some kind of pants or separate pant legs with socks or leg wraps like that.

However, the strings and bands could have also been part of the shoes. Everyone probably wore similar shoes - laced leather shoes with a bit of pointed end. They might have been short or ankle length and the lacing was done with either leather cord or tablet woven band, which would also explain the findings. Socks or feet wraps would have been used in them, and straw or wool could be added as filling for warmth. Here's a pair of traditional Izhorian shoes from Estonia from early 1900s, and a pair of traditional Sámi shoes. The designs were likely roughly similar in Viking and Crusader Ages, though obviously more simple, and it's probable that Finnish shoes very something like that too. Here's a 1893 drawing of what findings of shoe material from Korpiselkä (Savonian or Karelian) might have looked like. Considering the quality of archaeology of that time, copious amounts of salt should be applied. And finally as a fourth picture there's reconstruction shoes from Ravattula's dress.

These are not necessarily mutually exclusive theories. The lacing of the shoe could have been laced up the leg and used also to secure either sock or leg wrapping, or they could have been separately secured in ankle and knee respectively.

In some graves twill fabric has been found in the leg area. It could be part of pants or for example leg wrapping, which was often made of twill. One theory about pants is that they were similar as some findings in Sweden, where fairly tight pants made of twill were secured at the hem with buttons similar to cuff studs. These kinds of cuff stud buttons are quite a common find in Finland and some have been found in men's graves close to legs.

Dress

Again there's not much findings of dresses, but a little more perhaps. It was usually from wool. The shape was either a tunic or an open coat. In Karelia there's findings of men's dress suggesting tunics thicker than women's dresses and made from sarka, a type of broadcloth. On the other hand, in Masku (Finns) they found buttons in a row on top of the torso, which suggest a coat closed with buttons. The first picture is a drawing of the grave find. Similary coak closing amounts of buttons have also been found in other places in western Finland. This suggests that Finns and probably Tavastians too wore long coats buttoned to the waist and Savonians wore tunic of Karelian influence. Below there's couple of version of what might this western Finnish men's coat dress could've looked like. The first is an imagined version of the coat based on the Masku grave finds, second is just as imagined version based on Eura (also Finns) grave finds.

Take these "reconstructions" with a strong dose of salt. These are more artistic reconstructions than scientific, since there's not enough material and too much guesswork needs to be done. And because we can see in the Masku grave drawing right here that the other deceased has a large buckle to (probably) close the shirt (to be fair, it could for a cloak too), like was typical, I find it implausible that the coat neckline would be small and round covering the buckle. If you make a decorated big buckle, I assume you want to show it. I would find a v-neckline more probable. It's also easier to make without wasting expensive fabric.

The buttons are interesting. There were what you would imagine - your typical buttons made of bronze like seen in the first artifact from Hattula (Tavastians). But then there was silver jingle bells used as buttons, found for example in both Masku and Eura graves, Eura findings pictured below.

It's possible, even probable I'd say, that the hemlines of men's dresses were finished with tablet weaving patterns, like women's dresses. Also I would assume the pattern of the men's dress (and shirt) was mostly similar to the women's underdress/shirt patterns. So here's couple of different reconstruction patterns for women's dress. Different historians have made different interpretations of the patterns, so it's very much undecided what it really was like.

Belt

This is likely the most ornamental part of men's dress. They could be made out of leather or tablet woven band. And there's another east-west cultural divide here. Karelian belts were made out of leather, were usually 1,5-2,5 cm wide, decorated with iron or bronze studs and had a buckle made out of iron or bronze. These types of belts have been found in Savonia too, for example in Tuukkala grave find, which you can find very cool pictures of in this photo documentation of the dig in pages 173-175. In western Finland a "hela" belt was the common style. I don't think there's a world for hela in English. It's a sort of decorative lamella, small metallic plate (not necessarily square but often so) attached to fabric or leather with studs or sewing. Hela belt came from the Permians of Kama river, who were one of the many Finno-Ugric peoples who used to populate much of European side of Russia. Karelians lived closer to Permians, so you might think Permians would influence eastern Finland more, but my theory is that the costal Finns, who frequently joined viking crews and at least were in close contact with merchants including vikings, who would travel along the eastern route through the eastern European rivers, where they could go all the way to Kama river or at least meet traveling Permians. Here's yet another Finnish source more on the Finno-Ugric people around Kama river.

Anyway, hela belt was made of leather and filled with small decorated lamellas, often in square shape, but various other shapes too, like animal ornamentation. In this period hela belt helas were bronze. First image is a nice full set of hela belt metal pieces found in Pirkanmaa (Finns). Second is an older example, right before Viking Era, from Vaasa, costal settlement, (Finns), depicting a very Permian style. The third one is a lion hela found separately in Pälkäne (Tavastians). They are also found in Tuukkala, showing that both eastern and western cultural influences were present there at the same time.

Another western Finnish belt type for men had intricate tassels decorated with bronze spirals hanging on the waist at the end of the belt. They could be made out of leather or tablet woven band. First image depicts a reconstruction of such tassel. Belts in east and west would have strap dividers to hang straps for things like purse, knife and sword. The first picture above has couple of those, but the second picture below has two more of them in more detail in the middle of the picture. These finds are from Lieto (Finns).

Cloak

Like women's cloak, men's cloak was woolen and either a square or trapezoid. Cloak is yet another east-west divide. In western Finland men's cloaks have embroidery with bronze spirals. They in fact appeared earlier in men's cloaks (in 900s) than in women's cloaks (1100s). They were also a little different in men's cloaks. The spirals and the patterns themselves were bigger and the fastening thread itself was also used for the pattern creation, unlike in women's dresses, where the thread was mostly covered. In eastern Finland there has been no finds of bronze decorations in men's cloaks, mostly only cloak brooches have been left of them. Unsurprisinly same applies to Karelia. This also means there's very little fabric left too. There's one exception. In Tuukkala (Savonians) they found a piece of fabric probably from men's cloak, though it could be from a men's dress too. It was striped, with possibly white or brown base and wide stripes of red, blue and yellow. So perhaps eastern Finnish cloak was not non-decorated, but the decoration was in the fabric pattern. Unfortunately it's hard to know how common fabric like that was, when so little of it is left.

Accessories

It's safe to assume men too wore some type of headwear, but none of those has survived. It probably means it was entirely made out of fabric whatever it was. Some type of hat or cap was certainly used in cold weather at the very least. Tablet woven headband was also possible option for not too cold weather.

In Tuukkala there was couple of interesting jewelry finds too. Two graves had a necklace type mostly found in Karelia. It was birchbark tape covered with nettle fabric and had square helas sewn into it. There were also more typical Finnish necklaces made of beads and bronze spirals.

Razors have also been found with men in their burials, so we can assume shaven faces or at least trimmed beards and moustaces were fashionable.

#dress history #historical fashion #historical clothing #fashion history #history #iron age dress #finnish iron age dress #finnish history #archaeology #answers #anon

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prongsfish · 11 months ago

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sigh

im post blocked

anyway

FISHALICIOUS

WHAT ARE YOUR FAVOURITE EVAN ROSIER HEADCANONS

(ive been asking everyone because he's slowly becoming my favourite)

just now realising you asked this nearly a month ago i'm so sorry i don't know why i struggle with answering asks so much!! but anyways evan headcanons i will GLADLY give. my characterisation of him is less concrete than characters like barty or regulus but i think about him loads still i love him...

this is a classic ofc but i will always see him and pandora as twins!! i love siblings in media so much and i think it allows for suuupper interesting dynamics between them, even in canon

in muggle aus my go-to career for him is either a piercer or something in the medical science field. i can just picture him as this mildly off-putting medsci student who goes on to be a forensic pathologist or something, he's really intrigued by the human body and how it functions in various ways. could definitely also go the way of unlicensed surgeon or mad scientist who performs fucked up experiments on people but that sort of thing doesn't quite fit into every fic lmaoo

i've always thought of him as more of a piercings guy than a tattoo guy (which is the opposite to barty). he'd definitely have both but i associate him more with piercings if that makes sense? i imagine he'd have a labret, bridge, stretched lobes (~7/8"), stretched septum (~0g), eyebrows (normal and middle placements), and high nostrils. all symmetrical!! plus probably some other non-facial piercings

he'd love sci-fi, thriller, and horror (especially psychological) films. anything super tense and probably confusing

when he was a child he and pandora would trap and kill insects. they'd spend ages examining little bug bodies and dissecting them with sticks and stuff... as he grew older he became more and more interested in bigger animals. occasionally he would kill animals himself but more often he'd search for those already dead, especially roadkill. once he was finished with any given specimen he'd carefully remove, clean, and reconstruct their skeletons to give to pandora. she didn't like the organs stuff as much as he did but she loved collecting bones and taxidermy insects, in exchange one year for his birthday (10-14th, maybe) she spent ages searching to buy him a surgical set from an antique store

waaay scarier than barty. if you don't know them you might be more initially scared by barty but while barty is loud and crazy and violent and laughs at pain/danger, evan is creepy. he knows way a million and one ways to kill someone without leaving behind any evidence. he knows every single pressure point on the human body. someone mentions a medicine they've taken their whole life for the first time and when someone else asks what it is he can explain in minute detail exactly how it works to the point where not even the person who takes it knew even half of what he says. he's super quiet moving without even meaning to be so he scares the shit out of people all the time. he doesn't blink as often as he should but just often enough that you don't notice until you're paying attention. and this is all revealed gradually, whereas barty's most "scary" traits are purposefully the most surface level things about him

he loooves medical dramas. he's watched tons of them. he HATES the good doctor though, purely on principle because once someone said that must be his favourite because he's autistic. his actual favourite is house

he runs cold and NEVER wears shorts. lots of beanies and jackets

these were so random and i went on a few tangents but oh well i did like five other things between writing these so it's a bit of a mess LMAO

#a #james tag #evan rosier #er

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rowan-mellark · 11 months ago

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Everlark After series ✿ ִֶָ ꒰ .⚘.꒱ 🏹

Chapter three - Real?

18+ MDNI!! Unestablished relationship, panic attacks, weapons.

please leave suggestions/ criticism in comments !

Pairing : Katniss Everdeen x Peeta Mellark

Word count : 1k

Summary : Peeta and Katniss go into town to deliver food! (with a little angst)

Authors note : The last chapter did sosososososoo well and I am so grateful for everyone who interacted!!

Chapter two ♡

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After a few hours of helping with reconstruction, I went hunting. I know Peeta might be worried If I go without letting him know, but I go anyway, needing some alone time.

I went to the spot on the fence that I used to go through to hunt before the games, which was now significantly bigger. I slip through, walking to the tree where I hide my bow, taking it out along with a quiver of arrows. I sigh, the familiar feeling of the wood on my fingertips bringing back a feeling of normality. It was almost like I was back hunting with Gale before the games. After a few hours of trying to catch game, I decided to go home, where Peeta was already waiting for me.

"You didn't tell me when you left," He says softly.

"Sorry, I Just needed some time to myself," I replied, walking up the steps to him.

"I got some food though, we can bring some to the people in town for lunch."

He nods, and we start to walk. As Peeta and I drop off the meals to our friends, We talk about how we're happy that people are returning to twelve. I didn't think anyone would want to come back with how things were a few months ago, but after a few weeks, most of the people from twelve that were staying in thirteen had come back to help rebuild.

We stop by the building sites to bring lunch to the workers. Peeta, being Peeta, offers his help with rebuilding the medical center and making it function like an actual hospital. I look over at him, taking a mental note of how much he's changed, but at the same time, he hasn't: He still wants to help people.

We continue to make stops at certain families. Families with newborns, sick, elderly, single mothers, etc. Then we head down the path where the bakery used to be. I look around the rubble, we still haven't rebuilt this part of town. There are still glimpses of remnants of the bakery, small things like the broken sign and broken Picture frames. It's only after a few seconds of Peeta's footsteps becoming quiet that I turn to see why he's stopped walking.

"Peeta, we can go home if you want?" I openly suggest, knowing he probably wouldn't want to stay on this street for too long.

He doesn't respond.

It's like he can't hear me, he continues to stare at the bakery, Seemingly getting further away From where we are. I can see his breath start to quicken, the rise and fall of his chest becoming more erratic.

"Peeta," I say again, louder this time.

His arms are tense by his sides, his fingers digging into his palm. The only response 1 get is silence and I finally decide to move in front of him, blocking his vision. I don't know what kind of flashbacks or trauma response he's having, but all I can think to do is stand in front of him.

His breathing gets worse.

He can't see me, hear me, nothing, he isn't here.

I quickly reach out and carefully ease a few bags out of his hands, dropping them onto the floor. After making sure everything is out of his hands I gently take them in mind, slowly running my thumbs across his knuckles.

"Peeta, whatever you're remembering, it isn't real. I'm here, you're safe, you're in twelve. I've got you." I Say, My wards coming out rushed, trying to get them into his head before whatever brainwashed images the capitol fed him does. His eyes finally look up into mine. He's finally seeing me again. His grip on my hands tightens to the point where it hurts but I don't care, I need him to come back fully.

He gives me a pained look and I almost break down at that moment. I slowly and carefully reach behind his neck, pulling him into my arms. He hesitantly wrapped his arms around me as if he was scared to hurt me. I can tell that some of the hijacking is coming into effect, but Im not scared.

“Katniss…” he chokes out.

“the bakery was destroyed, real or not real?" He manages to whisper into my shoulder.

“Real” I responded, stroking his hair, trying to keep my tone calm, not wanting to scare him more than he already was.

I don't know how long we've been standing there but quite frankly I don't care either. It could've been a few minutes, hours even and I still wouldn't care. Normally, I would count the time in these situations but it's not the time. Peeta is trembling violently in my arms and I'll be damned if I pay attention to anything other than him right now.

After a few minutes, I felt his heart rate go down, his breathing returns to normal, his grip on me still tight if not tighter than before. But he's better.

"Are you okay?" I ask him finally, pulling away only enough to look at him before his grip

tightened again. Not yet.

“Come on, let's go home," I say, cupping his cheeks as gently as I possibly could so I wouldn't scare him.

He looks at me, almost trying to piece together what I've said. When he finally does, he nods slowly, his grip loosening.

“yeah... yeah let's go home." he eventually responded, nodding as if trying to convince himself he was okay.

Once I grabbed all the bags I quickly took his hand in mine, not letting go of him the entire way home.

1 1 : 5 5 am

#hunger games #everlark #katniss and peeta #peeta mellark #katniss everdeen #fanfic #thg fanfiction #writers on tumblr

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lumine-no-hikari · 3 months ago

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Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #457

I fixed my little tea nest today! Check it out!

I promptly used it to brew some of the new tea! Today, I tried the crème brûlée tea! And I gotta say, the tea nest works beautifully after my slight modifications!

Even got the swirls after the fact!

I got another one, too, but... for some reason, you'll have to actually click the link; it seems like it's refusing to load here.

I went to physical therapy afterwards. And I saw K. And... he seemed just as peppy and upbeat as ever, somehow, despite the fact that one of his lower legs is now held together by a metal rod and five screws.

...There's nothing inherently wrong with that. It's just... I knew others with similar predicaments; one of my stepfathers (now deceased) had his leg crushed by a train when he was in the army, and it needed to be put back together with metal rods and screws. It pained him often, especially when atmospheric pressure was low. I know that rods and screws are better than the alternative of leaving it broken or chopping it off, but... ideally, one shouldn't have to endure going through that kind of reconstruction in the first place, and I wish it hadn't happened to K.

It was wonderful to see him again though, and he said that he's recovering as well as can be expected, all things considered. For a moment, I was almost overcome with relief, but... I simply handed him the gift bag I had prepared, and... that seemed to work to stop my eyes from leaking, somehow.

Thanks be to my friend in this space for their wonderful suggestion.

K was excited to hear about the trigger point injections in my leg, and how it seems to have helped. I got some exercises aimed at strengthening my leg, and at strengthening one of the muscles responsible for moving my scapula around; I forget what it's called.

Well. I decided that my adventures up until that point called for some epic snacks, and I've been craving some kind of cronchy potato – a more robust crunch than a French fry or a potato chip, but with a soft center. So I went to the place that makes the best tater tots I know of:

...I got a chopped cheese to go with 'em, too!!

...They were both pretty freaking awesome.

Hey, Sephiroth... when you decide that an occasion calls for an extra-special snack... what do you like besides pumpkin soup...? I wonder...

My quest to finish Hades continued after I got back home. I'm on Heat 9 now, and I've made it to the end over 30 times in a row. I've only got a few things left to finish up, and then I'll be able to move on to something else.

...I'm looking forward to it.

J asked me on a walk once evening rolled around; I figured it'd be good for the leg, and it's always nice to spend time with him. We saw a great big bird of prey three different times! I got a bunch of pictures for ya, though I only managed to get like two pictures of one of the birds of prey.

Once again, I thought the sky looked a lot like you today, especially in the two following the first image; if I didn't know better, I'd like to think you're watching kindly over me from somewheres, haha...

…

My focus has been pretty scattered all day for reasons I don't quite understand. Though I know all these things happened, it's... a little difficult to string it all together for some reason. It's almost as though I've got one foot here, and one foot in the aether somewhere. Kinda bizarre.

...But... that might just be the result of it being 1:11am; I should probably just go to bed.

I... I hope you could enjoy any of today's pictures. Though... I wish you were here to actually experience some of this with me. Some of those pictures of the sky would have been a million times better with a higher vantage point, and... I wished I could simply hand my phone off to you, knowing you'd go up and snap an amazing picture, and then return to me triumphant, with a big ol' excited grin all over your face and your eyes sparkling with joy. And then me and M and J would tell you all about how beautiful it is and all about how glad we are that you're here and how glad we are that you're yourself. And then we'd go get tater tots or pumpkin soup or something...

...Silly, I know. Haha... But... maybe sometimes a little silly is good medicine.

Hey, Sephiroth...? Will you make good choices out there so that someday, you can do stuff like what I've described with other people who love you? I know my planet is way too far away for you to ever get to; it'd be like Atreyu from Fantastica trying to get to Earth, where Bastion lives (you should definitely read that story; I think you'd love it). But... you can find lots of people who would love you, I'm sure. I'm sure of it, because you're wonderful.

I love you. I'll write again soon – perhaps a bit more coherently next time.

Your friend, Lumine

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drev-the-procrastinator · 2 years ago

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I would like to know more about the fish in your profile pic. :)

oh!!! of course!!! gladly :) here's a full picture of the little fella:

so this guy's a Perca fluviatilis, or European perch, or just a perch, or in Finnish, ahven!

It's a predatory fish that lives in both fresh and brackish water, so here in Finland, dotted with over 180 000 lakes (albeit most are very small) and surrounded by the brackish waters of the Baltic Sea (or Itämeri in Finnish, which is funny because it means the East Sea even though from Finland said sea is to the west, but it's a direct translation from Swedish, to whom it is in the east lol anyway), it's a very common fish. In fact, it's the most common fish in Finland! There are a lot of little lakes and ponds in which it might be the only fish. It's also the national fish of Finland!

The important characteristics are the red (or really orange usually) fins and tail, the darker stripes, and the spikey dorsal fin, with the little black dot at the end towards the tail. In some of the darkwater lakes they can get almost black, though, so the stripes aren't always visible, but for example in the sea, where the water is clearer, you can see them well.

They can grow pretty big, but are usually 15-30 cm and weigh at most something like 350 grams, though occasionally bigger fish are found. When it comes to people who fish for fun, and not like, with big ships, the perch is the most commonly fished fish in Finland, I think? They can also withstand waters quite a lot acidic than most Finnish fish, which contributes to them living in tiny bog ponds as the only fish in there. Mostly they live in Europe (aside from Spain and Italy) and all the way to the Kolyma River in the Russian far east, but they've been planted in places such as Australia, New Zealand/Aotearoa, South Africa and even China I think? Where they're endangering the native fish species :[ so that's not good

They're pretty curious little fishies! They live in schools of fish during the day and look for food together, but at night they rest on their own at the bottom of the body of water they live in. A few times, when I've gone swimming in a lake with clear water, I've spotted them in the shallow water rather close to people swimming, and when I stayed in place for long enough they came really close a few times! I could've almost touched them, but they're also really fast, so they would've (and probably did) sprint away.

I've caught them a few times, but the ones I've fished have been too small so I've let them go. When my dad's side of the family used to have the cottage in the archipelago my mom has now, my grandparents used to put out the fishing nets (I helped a few times as well!) and then in the morning I'd help take the fishes out of the net, and there'd be perch there pretty often. I've also filleted these fish, and eaten them haha. My favorite is perch covered in flour and fried in butter, served with mashed potato! But most of all I do like just watching them :)

A couple more fun facts! They have a sharp boney spike at the edge of their gill cover, so you have to be careful when you hold them for example taking it off a hook! And the spikes on their back! They're very spiky fish :D

The word for ahven here in Russian is окунь, okun', which according to a version of the etymology, comes from the old word for eye, oko. In Finnish, ahven is pretty close to the reconstructed Proto-Finnic form *ahvën, but we don't know what the etymology for that is! The name for the fish is really similar in most Finnic languages though:

Lastly, the Finnish name for the big island and autonomous region of Åland is Ahvenanmaa, with ahvena being a dialectal form of ahven, and thus the name is like, the land of the perch :) It might come from the fact that in the 1500s, the people from there paid their taxes in perch? The etymology on that one is a little unlcear still! Just a fun little fact. :)

Here's a picture of a little ahven I took in 2018!

I just really like them :) ahven my beloved <3 <3 <3

#thank you for the ask!! :)#if you see a post on tunglr with ahven in it: PLEASE tag me i woudl love to see it

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twilightichor · 11 months ago

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𝐗𝐈𝐕. One of the things that I've been thinking about is the topic of wishes and how they're related to Jinhsi in a way that transcends the realm of simple, aleatory magic or pinned as a "stroke of luck". These definitions, at best, are the ways people have to describe occurrences in which they see with their own eyes wishes coming true. To put some context about why wish-granting isn't mere magic and it's fruit of Jinhsi's own effort at making wishes come true within her possibilities even if she isn't asked directly:

◜Perhaps it's due to the resonance with my host. Since I was young, I have had many dreams. In my dreams, there was often endless darkness. In my dreams, I was closely connected with the people of Jinzhou. I could hear everyone's most sincere wishes. I could also feel everyone's joys and pains. [...] I have seen the unwillingness and pain of millions. Sadness and sighs.◞ — First Appointment Radio Late Night Channel.

She's omniscient to people's feelings but also their wishes. This is an important point to determine the needs of her people and address these issues however she can. Sometimes, she will use festivities for this purpose in order to have a clearer vision of where to start as opposed to having thousands of wishes in a jumble easy to forget due to how many they are, such as the Moon Chasing Festival and people entrusting their wishes to the Moontree Lodge. It may come across as unfair sometimes for her to just be able to fulfill a few wishes, but there is as much as she can do without neglecting other needs in a much bigger picture that is the entire region of Jinzhou.

Nevertheless, it's important to note that her wish-granting activity is one of the main things that earned her people's trust in her to begin with, young as she was when she was appointed officially as the Magistrate. Even if this would mean to direct people's faith on Jué and not necessarily on her (hard as it might be to believe some of the things she does, it is her who does them through the power Jué shared with her up until their fateful clash), that alone would be enough to uplift people's spirits in knowing that Jué —through her— is with them. Until with time, they would realize that attributing these feats to Jué is a white lie not made out of malice, but strategically made so that people believe that wishes will indeed come true if they reach her, and that she will work to make them come true.

◜During a reconstruction event, the young magistrate performed a "miracle" known as "Sentinel Granting Wishes." The remote village had been plagued by weather anomalies for years. Even though the Tacet Discords had stopped, villagers still suffered from extreme cold and gloom. Jinhsi asked the villagers to voice their wishes. At first, silence hung heavy until a sneeze broke the silence. A timid voice then followed, "It's so cold… I wish it was a bit warmer here." Standing amidst the crowd, Jinhsi held a Loong Scale, closed her eyes, and nodded, "I will convey your wish to the Sentinel." Right after her words fell, loong horns sprouted from her head, and a Sentinel-like light pierced the dark clouds and the snow on the ground—just in an instant, the ice thawed, and the land once again sprang to life.◞ — Jinhsi story: Her Wish-Granting Magic.

#◟༺𖧷༻◞ past of a newborn hope ┊headcanon.┊#honestly I think that she's a sweetheart #for going out of her way to do these too #there are more examples #but I thought that with one grand like this #where she changed the weather is good enough #they also help her to know what direction to take #and it's actually known that she continuously receives #wishes written at the city hall #I just hope that she doesn't burn out dfjhg #and that one day her own little wishes come true too #at the hand of another person 😔

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littlesparklight · 2 years ago

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Okay, actually, let me do a quick, basic primer for Mycenaean fashion, if anyone would want to try this aesthetic for their Greek myth art since Mycenaean era Greece (1400-1200 is when the majority of the myths happen, and especially the Trojan war). Not claiming to be an expert at all, here, as I've mostly googled shit and screencapped images to use as ref and then read some articles, but, I figure, it might be somewhere to start!

Here's one of the panels from the Hagia triada sarcophagus, from Crete during Mycenaean control/hegemony of the island. The women are painted white, the men dark; artistic aesthetic you see in other cultures for their visual arts of the time, like Ancient Egypt.

I think the fur(?) skirts might be religious wear, but aside from that, you have one woman and one man (specifically, the lyre player, which is probably indicative of some cultural attitudes; the lyre player in the fresco from Pylos is definitely wearing a fringed skirt of some sort, similar to what women wear) wearing a long robe/tunic, and the women are wearing some short jackets on top of that. The jackets might be Cretan or merely "early" style, because here's a fresco fragment from the Greek mainland where the woman appears to wear something similar:

It's probable (but basically impossible to know) that the thing underneath is a long robe/tunic like the women above are wearing, short or sleeve-less.

Another Mycenaean/mainland Greek fresco. In this one you'd have to decide if the top halves of the women's dress is a short (but not cut-away) jacket, plus wrap-around, tiered/fringed skirt, or a long robe/tunic with really deep neckline and, again, a wrap-around tiered/fringed skirt.

Now, you don't need to make things harder for yourself than you have to! Women can wear a simpler style of dress (like what the man in the first fresco panel is wearing), basically the same as the men's, probably just longer:

It's possible these two women are wearing wrap around skirts below the edge of the chariot, but I doubt it. As you can see, their style of dress is the same as the man's above, with a plain, straight collar.

The various lines you see plunging down the sides of both the longer robes/tunics and the shorter ones are down the sides (under the arms and down) and might also/either be down the front, at least on the long dresses with elaborate bottom rim; the woman in saffron above clearly has a decorated line going down her front.

I'll put the rest of this under the cut!

Some nice art with Mycenaean-era dress and armour for some of our Trojan war characters. (Aeneas and Hektor notably wearing Mycenaean wear even if they probably wouldn't be.)

I like this site http://www.salimbeti.com/micenei/index.htm for both art and a lot of pictures of artifacts when it comes to armour and weapons from the Mycenaean era.

The men don't just wear those tunics, though; you can get some (short) kilts or skirts;

(In my opinion, I'd say it's basically a given the one/two dudes painted in basically black are meant to be from further south compared to the Greek dude here. Probably not sub-Saharan Africa, however. North Africa/Egyptian might be more reasonable, despite the impossibly dark skin.)

Some examples of the clothes recreated!

This article https://www.jstor.org/stable/20627591 talks about a fresco and its possible reconstructions, and, more importantly, includes photos of some women's clothes, especially the fringed/tiered wrap-around skirts recreated, and some drawing diagrams of said skirts that might be helpful!

Hair-wise, the majority of the men have hair anywhere from around the ears down to the shoulders in mainland Greece. (The exception being, again, the Pylian lyre player.) Minoans, even mycenaean-era Minoans, might have longer hair; one of the panels on the Hagia triada fresco has a flute-player with hair down to his waist in braids (or something like that), for example.

All the women, no matter Cretan/Minoan or Mycenaean/Greek have very long hair, gathered in variously more or less elaborate hairstyles; make your best guess from looking at the frescos is my suggestion!

#greek mythology #trojan war #I might add a reblog for jewellery?#but trust me you can find lots of nice pictures of #mycenaean jewellery if you search exactly for that

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bdslab · 1 year ago

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Ok so now that I've finished reading Bizu it's time for me to figure out how to work Keryna back into the story… I kinda don't want to do "oh you forgot everything that happened" but if I don't want to completely rewrite the Keryna arc it is sadly required due to the bilzigs

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Basically Bizu can't meet the Bilzigs for the first time two different times unless he forgets about them. Same for Schnockbul and Mukes. Keryna introduces him to the bilzigs the first time. How do you work with that without completely rewriting it?

The Bilzigs absolutely have the power to make everyone forget what happened and so does Blévis Noir… I know that Le Grand Désordre was SUPPOSED to end with Blévis finding out he's Keryna's brother and going "wtf no i dont want to marry you anymore im sorry for troubling you"

Other thing: Bizu still knows Bekar even though Bekar's WHOLE STORY was "I need to get my dad back from the forest spirits [bilzigs]". He has his picture hanging in his house…. I don't think Bekar would ever forget what the bilzigs did so there's gotta be something there…

If we do go the route of everyone else forgot, Bekar could come to visit and ask about Keryna/if she broke up with Schnockbul and they'd be like "who??" Honestly thinking about it it's gotta be Blevis's fault nobody remembers anything. The Bilzigs forgot Bizu too afterall

Blevis at the wedding when Schnockbul runs up with the proof they're siblings. Instead of becoming an apologetic good guy decides "fuck it, none of you are remembering this. And to make sure none of you remember it I'm locking my sister up forever so she can't tell you"

I don't 100% recall but I think he'd been after her for a while so she'd probably remember that he exists maybe? I think it'd be nicer if she didn't forget Schnockbul and everyone so we only have to do one round of memory restoration

The bilzigs can still know OF blevis and keryna so finding them afterwards can be easier (maybe they think blevis stole her powers as the explanation for why she's powerless and also good now).

Actually I take it back, let her forget too that way she's not just locked up the whole time. IDK having her just sit and wait for Schnockbul twice doesn't sit right with me. Maybe she doesn't remember why she's powerless but knows she hates Blevis for some reason and opposes him

Maybe there's like a true love clause or something to Blevis's spell so he had to separate her from Schnockbul. IDK why the hell not who's gonna stop me.

Maybe Bizu and the Bilzigs never fully regain their memories of their time with her but when Keryna & Schnockbul lock eyes they remember EVERYTHING. Schnockbul also remembers how Ker Bizu got destroyed in the first place and that his old home was wrecked on PURPOSE

Postman shows up one day and is just like "oh you two got back together" and Bizu & Schnockbul are just like "?? You KNEW she suddenly disappeared??" and he's just like "I assumed you broke up and didn't want to talk about it?? I'm just a postman"

Blevis forced to apologize for abducting lady and nearly forcing her to marry him until he finds out their related before doubling down on the shittyness. Do the Bilzigs give him a proper bilzig punishment? Given the late bizu stories I don't see how he would escape one

The bilzigs would NOT take lightly to having their memories tampered with. But Bizu might be more forgiving since he apologized? Maybe a temporary punishment that lasts until someone actually loves him or some bullshit cause of the wedding related shit he was trying to do

hmmmm another issue is that Bekar's in le grand desordre. He could simply not be present at the wedding part? Like he was taking care of something elsewhere? Helping speedup the reconstruction of Ker Bizu?

Ok so I just reread the ending and basically Bekar walks in and sees Bizu's acting weird and that all the bilzigs are there and is confused but nobody really…. tells him what's going on? He could easily be told to go do something else while they deal with Blevis

Blevis also barely knows him, like he saw him for a minute but that's about it. No reason for him to get his memory wiped if he's not around. Maybe bekar waits for them for a while wherever they told him to go but has to leave eventually… maybe that's why he goes back

They asked him to help with the situation in the grand desordre but because they all forgot they just kinda left him there for a few years until he comes back like "hey guys what the hell happened where were you" and they're like "oh hey bekar what do you mean"

Less accidental "what happened to keryna" and more freaking out when it becomes apparent that they've had their memories messed with (maybe some visual cues that prompt bekar to pull up a book and be like "uh your minds have been messed with" followed by "WAIT IS KERYNA OKAY")

Do I really think Bekar is the type of guy to stay put for a few years? Yes. Bekar would absolutely stay put for a few years if he was told it would help by someone he trusts. Then again, maybe it would be better for it to just be one year

#twitter archive

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rascalmonsta · 2 years ago

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Hello I bring my OC Venatrix for viewing 👉👈

She's originally my Cyberpunk 2077 V that I played like ... a year ago? (leftmost, first pic) and was like the first one that actually 'clicked' for me visually as 'oh yeah this is my canon Streetkid origin V'. Fast forward to this year and I had started making tattoo mods in the sims and though 'huh what if I made her tattoo from scratch in cyberpunk though' and uuuuuuuuuh I kind of went off the modding deep end lol?

Like what started as really custom, meaningful tattoos for her (because I am a shit for symbolism so it had to happen) turned into custom eyes, custom lip texture, rebuilding her hair from scratch (and then going a but insane with making it curly actually) by myself with absolutely no knowledge of Blender or modding tools in the first place. I also ended up putting her in Baldur's Gate (no literally, that is the head mesh ported over lol) because honestly she's my third 'angry goth energy' OC and I'm just 'how about we just stick to the same one'. So yeah she's my modding blorbo I guess??

I am super thankful for her for that because I always wanted to be in the games industry, originally I studied game design before life and disability things 😦 ... but this has kind of given me some of that back, being able to see something I made and just go 'I DID THAT!' has been really nice and healing for me. (Like even comparing her to the 'old' version with other mods I'm just ... wow. I did so much.)

I don't care that she's technically a 'game' OC or whatever, all I know is I'm the most inspired I've been creatively in a long time and I'm pushing myself to learn things I always thought would be too hard and complicated for someone like me.

Instead I'm out here deconstructing Baldur's Gate 3's annoyingly complicated texture system and reconstructing it in blender just so I can have the option of doing 3D renders of my blorbos.

Like shit man! I've learned so much in only a few months and I am kind of hype about that! And it's all thanks to this beloved angry little goth ball of wrath (who I picture as a Tasmanian devil or something, just creature energy to me haha).

I will draw her ... someday. But pretty content with just learning all this new shit right now.

So uh that's Venatrix 🥺

YEAAHHHH!! bruhh I love Venatrix, and especially love seeing your modding journey and discussions. Literally hop on Tumblr and just wonder what cool stuff imma be seeing!

pov you see me react to a chipped-chimera post

I think in any case, seeing someone convert their oc into a 3d space is incredibly cool. ESPECIALLY that you changed the games model to fit her!! less gooo!!

Though I'm really glad that she's been helping you out, ocs are our little brain gremlins that I truthfully think are there to sort the clothes and do the chores while we're away. Sometimes they pick us up when we're not well enough to keep at it, we never really forget them either; so they're always vibing out.

I'm so glad to read this and honestly hyped for any and all Karlach/Ven 🤝 consider me interested, taggable, and yell-able about it

#others ocs #THANK YOUU FOR SENDING IN KEERYY

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warmhealerr · 10 months ago

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Putting some information out there because I'm seeing many notes from people who seem interested but do not know where to begin looking.

Disclaimer : I am not a medical professional, I am just someone who has wanted bottom surgery for years and thoroughly read on the subject. If something is wrong please let me know. If you do not know what a word means and I don't clarify it, browsers are your best friends. Curiosity is good and I'm trying not to write 60 pages. There is mention of sexual activity and anatomical terms though I'm trying to keep it to the bare minimum. Kinda long post ahead. Alright.

1.Reddit can be extremely useful for surgery info and this is especially relevant when it comes to phallo. The r/phallo subreddit has MOUTAINS of resources, from medical papers and info on implants (like the mentioned erectile device in here for example, there are multiple types), to pictures from kind enough numerous people who document their journey, to surgery team recs/bewares, etc. Though there is a language barrier which causes the sub to be pretty American centric, there are people from all over the world with all sorts of body types, phallo types and goals discussing their journeys. I heavily suggest reading through the FAQ and using the search bar to look up keywords related to your questions before actually asking them, the sub has a tendency to get a bit clogged by repeats unfortunately.

2.Phallo is extremely customizable. There are multiple graft sites to choose from. This individual got RFF which uses the arm, but other techniques can use the thigh, the abdomen. Some even involve growing your penis in your body to reduce scarring! All have their pros and cons and/or require a specific kind of anatomy. RFF is the most common because it is the most widely accessible across bodies and provides great results in firmness and sensation. And that's not all! Phallo can be divided in different parts : You can have a penis you can pee from with a scrotum and no vagina. You can have a penis you can't pee from with a scrotum and no vagina. You can have a penis you can't pee from with a scrotum and a vagina and your original bottom growth still preserved underneath instead of put into your penis (that's mostly done for erotic sensation's sake), etc. There is barely any limit, but your surgeon's ability to make your desired body a reality basically.

Now that I've made the 2 most important points, much more under the cut :

3.Phallo is not just for trans people, it has been and is still being done for cis men (reconstructions after loss from cancer, injuries, etc). I feel this is important to say.

4.The process is rough and I mean it. Your first stage can take years because of waitlists, insurances issues, etc. You WILL take months to recover, you need at least 2-3 weeks of inactivity and even then after that you will have to be physically very inactive for months. You will extremely likely regret getting phallo in the first few months, this is a common thing in major body surgeries, you will be able to assess whether you actually regret it or not much, much later (though that turns out to be rare for the obvious reason most people figure they'll regret it before they get it, and move on). Stages can span multiple years especially with complications. Fistulas are the biggest problem, alongside wound separation, and less commonly strictures. Necrosis is extremely fucking rare but it can happen (though usually at worse you just lose a small bit of your penis and it can still be reconstructed, it will just take time)

5. If you want foreskin really bad, you aren't a Finnish citizen (Gracilis Phalloplasty is a thing), and size doesn't matter to you, there is another bottom surgery type called metoidioplasty, also very customizable, which aims to work with your bottom growth instead of grafts (fun fact, this is the bottom surgery I will be getting). Do remember though plenty people with phallo are happy with their dicks without foreskin.

6.Of course there are a few differences between natal penises and phallo penises; firmness, ability to retract and get hard, maintenance, but there's plenty that can be done to make them as close as possible. If passing/fear of being clocked matters to you for psychological and safety reasons, your phallo dick and the scars it leaves behind will not be a problem. Any graft site can be used for any surgery, not just phallo. Lack of foreskin (even a stage one phallo penis) will not mean you'll get clocked. Most cis people will not look at your dick when it's out of your pants (and if it's in, won't comment on it even if they notice a bulge or whatever, it's a normal society thing I promise). Still on passing, If you are looking to date or looking to be sexually active with cis people who you expect to love dicks on their men (gay men/straight women etc). They LOVE THEM. Don't even worry about it. I promise the strangers you'll encounter won't find your dick weird. In fact especially after later stages (like if you get an erectile device) most are pretty happy about the fact you can get hard on command, but I digress. (Don't forget usual sexual health recs for people with dicks apply to you too, but I'm not your parent).

7. I've had a pretty male focused post thus far I'm afraid, but I insist, anyone of any gender can get phallo if they deem it necessary for themselves. Gatekeeping sucks fucking ass. You are a woman who is deeply troubled because she doesn't have a penis? Don't be ashamed of looking into it. It's probably gonna be a rough road to actually get it though, but that is something for you to figure out, I'm just here to tell you it's okay to begin with. Your gender is some flavor of genderqueer? Nonbinary? Genderfluid? Agender? Me too, don't be afraid of bottom surgery. Whether you think it affirms something manly in you, or something totally different, is up to you and you only.

At the end of the day your damn body, your damn flesh can be turned into a fully working penis and I think that's beautiful.

FAQ based on what I read in notes :

-Adding to what I said earlier but yes you can keep your vagina. Not all surgeons offer urethral lengthening if you want to keep your vagina because of heightened complication risks (mostly fistulas), but is is a possibility. If you decide not to undergo UL majority of surgeons will not fuss. Note : If you want a vaginectomy (rid of your vagina) you need a hysterectomy. Not necessarily a oophorectomy (ovary removal) in my experience but the uterus needs to yeet. I am saying this for all those who would like to carry children someday.

-Yes your balls can become hairy. Phallo dicks might in fact still have some hairs on them (or in which causes complications, hence the hair removal process before the creation of the penis) and it's common to still get hair removal sessions after first stage.

-You can choose your dick and ball size, sorta. Depending on technique and body your team will usually let you know in advance what they think might be possible, from there you can ask for smaller (ie : Your graft site might allow for a penis of 6 inches, you can ask for 4. Your scrotum can finally get implants, and it might allow for medium size implants, you can ask for small ones instead, etc). Just remember surgery remains an unpredictable thing and even if rarely, sometimes things don't go as planned. Majority of the time it works out though, and rather take some risks see what can be done than be forever miserable am I right?

-You can get plenty of orgasms, but don't expect semen to come shooting out of your dick. Some people's Skene's gland does insane work, which means it basically almost looks the same when you've got UL, but that is not the majority.

I hope this fucking wall of text turns out to be helpful to someone out there. Love y'all.

#bottom surgery #trans stuff

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lonita · 24 years ago

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Montreal

I figured a trip to a city that I've never seen anything of but the train station wouldn't be without its adventures and incidents, but I didn't figure those experiences would start with the trip barely even begun.

Who knew? The bus station in Hamilton has self-flushing toilets.

I also didn't know that the next trip experience would include me developing a head and chest cold on the train to said city. So, my first purchase in Montreal was a bottle of decongestant. Yummy. Never used Robitussin before, and I have to say that it doesn't taste too bad. Certainly tastes better than Buckley's. (Anything would, though.)

We walked from the train station to the hostel we were staying at, and on the way passed St. Patrick's Basilica which is a lovely old church dedicated to, and used by, the city's Irish Catholic population. We visited Notre Dame on our last day, which was very lovely, and very blueish. (I never did get to see its named counterpart when I was in Paris, much to my regret.) I'm not a church-going person by any stretch of the imagination, but I like visiting old churches. Some are quite lovely.

Our first impression of the city was, "Gosh, it's awfully quiet for a big city on a Saturday afternoon."

That impression quickly changed when we headed off to Rue St. Catherine later on. That's one of the main streets, and it seems Montreal retains quite a lot of European style habits that don't seem to exist in other Canadian big cities; namely that all the action is concentrated (more or less) on what (in England) would be called the high street. That street is covered in what one would normally find on a high street; lots of shops, restaurants, a few theatres, and lots of people.

Surviving in Montreal isn't too difficult for non-French speakers, since the city is not only well-used to tourists, but is what could be termed the English city of the French province. One of the best universities in the country is there (McGill), and it's an English university. (Most of it scattered through various buildings lining Stanley Street, which goes up a hill towards Mount Royal. Must be hell in winter.)

Montreal, like many large cities worldwide, has its own Chinatown, which is marked off by these really lovely gates. (Unfortunately the picture I took of one of those gates, got deleted.) The pharmacy there has a pharmacist who can, according to the sign, speak English, French, and six different dialects of Chinese. It's not a large Chinese section, from what I could gather, but it wasn't without its charms. It had what a Chinatown usually has; lots of shops, lots of restaurants (from very Chinese to very catering-to-North-Americans), and lots of people.

The hostel was stayed at (Auberge Alternative du Vieux Montréal), located in Old Montreal near the port and right across the street from what used to be the Central Fire Station but is being reconstructed to be a museum, was quite nice. The people (staff and guests) were friendly, the place was well-equipped, and it was cheap. ($18 per night) I'd recommend it to anyone; and, according to other guests I heard talking, it ranks between 8 and 9 on a hostel scale of 1 to 10.

The metro (subway, tube, underground, etc.) was a metro, but not full of the sort of graffiti one imagines the New York subway to possess. It was clean, and extensive enough. The cars were narrower than the ones in Toronto, but the trains ride quieter, as the cars use rubber wheels. (Fare is $2 per trip, but you can buy a strip of tickets - I think it's 10 - for about $8.50. They also have monthly passes and special three or four day passes mainly geared for tourists.)

Though the metro is nice, the only way to see the city is really by foot. It might be a lot of walking, and some of it uphill, but you miss so much of the flavour by staying underground or on buses.

We ate some traditional regional food, of course, but that's one thing you should (in my not so humble opinion) always do when you visit a place you've not been before. There's the smoked meat that the city is well-known for, which is just smoked ham, and poutine. Poutine is French fries covered in gravy and cheese curd. It's really, really yummy.

The city has other European touches; like the proliferation of cafes, and the existence of what the population of France would term a tabac. That's just a small shop, smaller than a convenience store, that sells cigarettes, beer, wine, junk food, and small things like that. One thing you have to bear in mind, though, should you stay in Old Montreal, is that there don't seem to be too many grocery stores or tabacs. There's one five minutes walk from the hostel we stayed at, but there didn't seem to be any others, and the closest pharmacy is the one for Chinatown. It's not that far of a walk, though.

The city has two IMAX theatres, which is very nifty, and has (of course) the Olympic Stadium. Right under the stadium, in a building that was used for sports like handball and such, is a place called the Biodome. This is now used as an indoor zoo. It's an amazing place. It's set up as forests, each room playing host to a different style of forest. There's an Amazonian type jungle room with crocodiles, tropical birds and fish, and a Laurentian forest room which plays host to North American wildlife. (Including a water area with seagulls… seemed a bit useless to add a room with seagulls, the damn things are all over - like pigeons - but I suppose that's the point.)

Another thing to keep in mind, is that sometimes Montreal has what's called Museum Day (not sure how many times a year they do this), and on this day most of the city's museums are free. I think the Biodome has a cost to get in, but it seems that it might be free after a certain hour of the day, since we paid nothing to get in.

It costs $10 to go up the elevator in the tower of the Olympic stadium, which might be a bit pricey, but it's really a lovely view of the whole city.

The beggars of Montreal don't seem to beg; they just stand there with their hands out. It's kind of nice in a way, since you don't have people in your face begging for spare change, but it's disturbing in other ways. I'm not quite sure why. I won't give money to people who don't ask me for it. I'll gladly hand over change if you ask, though.

The city is also well-known for its underground city. These are a series of tunnels under the city that house shops and businesses of all sorts. It's quite nice, but not necessarily an uncommon thing.

There are horse and buggy rides through old Montreal, but we didn't take one. No idea how much they cost, but it probably isn't what you'd term cheap. Horse and buggy rides never seem to be. There seem to be a few places where they start; two spots are in front of Notre Dame and then from a place on the port. (One of the IMAX theatres is on the port, by the way, and the other is on Rue St. Catherine.)

We didn't get all the way up Mount Royal, as it started pouring rain half way through the walk (and I do mean pouring), so we had to turn back. If you like walking, and bear in mind this is uphill, it's a nice walk up Stanley Street, past parts of McGill University, to the mountain. Watch out for the stone steps up the mountain itself, though; some of them need to be redone. Just a bit treacherous.

First thing to do when you hit the city, is buy a map. That's a good idea for any city though. Get a map of the metro, too. We used a highlighter to mark off the train station and hostel, and other points we wanted to go to, so we could keep everything in perspective. The good thing about Montreal is that there are city maps all over the place. (street corners, metro stations, etc.), the bad thing is that some maps seem to be upside down; so I hope you have a good sense of direction.

Take a camera, take lots of film, wear comfy shoes, and go.

It's a really nice city to spend a few days in.

There's so much more to it than what little I've said, but there are some things I didn't see, and then there are things that you just have to experience for yourself.

The weather during the trip can only be described as damp. It rained every bloody day. We'd go outside and say, "Ooh, not too bad out today," and within five minutes of saying it… rain. It wasn't at all cold though, which it has been in Ontario. Cold and wet don't go together very well at all. In fact, the day we were walking up to Mount Royal, it was raining so hard that my hat was dripping purple drops. Some of my hair turned a bit purpley until I wiped it out.

Many of the streets of Montreal, particularly some of the crosswalks, are all paved with cobbles; which is kind of nice, but funny to walk over if you're wearing thinly soled shoes. The big hazard for pedestrians are the drives. Crosswalk lights seem a touch haphazard, and the drivers there are much like the drivers in Paris it seems; don't stand still or they'll park on top of you!

The city is riddled with museums of all sorts; of particular note is one near the port which has an excavation dig as part of its display. This shows a dig down through the city's history, including old building remains and such.

The port itself seems to be overpopulated with several species of moths, which I found kind of odd, and yucky. (I hate bugs. All bugs. So I spent most of the walk through there keeping my mouth tightly shut.)

The city is not only good about its public maps, it's also very good about garbage bins. They're all over the place too. Very handy. They seem to take public cleanliness very seriously, which is something that some big cities either don't, or can't, do.

I think the oddest thing about some of the shops, is simple name changes. The Body Shop is called Le Body Shop, for example; it just seems kind of cute to change just the one word.

The city, as far as big cities go, isn't terribly expensive; prices seemed the same as they are where I live. That might just be normal for Canada, though. I have no idea what the sales tax in Quebec is, but one thing that did seem to cost more was cigarettes; only by about 50 cents, though, but that still adds up. Milk seemed much cheaper, at least at the tabac I bought it from.

The metro cars were a bit more modern than what I remember Toronto's being like. Some of the cars had little pixel boards that showed the next destination and connecting bus routes. They also had announcements of current stop and next stop. This is something they've only recently started in Toronto.

Max and I both thought that the windows of the Mariot hotel made it look like a beehive. We called it The Hive or The Collective.

Inside the tower of the Olympic stadium is a display of the major towers of the world. It's quite nice. They show, to scale, etched outlines of the buildings, list locations, building facts, etc. It's right across from the place where you buy your tickets to go up to the tower's observation deck. Among the displayed towers are, of course, the CN Tower of Toronto, the Eiffel Tower of Paris, The BT Tower of London, and The Empire State Building of New York City.

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