#A Night In to those who are interested

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Sunrise, Parabellum.

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[artharakka]

Detail from a Middle Llehian fresco depicting the sea goddess Maare rising the wind from the crimson morning sea, so that the birds may lift the sun to the skies.

Style testing cultural art style for a story project I've rotated for a while. I've posted some character art of that to my Patreon, but I've been planning to slowly start posting the oldest ones here as well. This was originally a ttrpg setting, but since I've made it a setting to rotate and plan without secrecy with my sibling, it doesn't have to be behind the scenes material only anymore.

[storytellering]

I think I saw you but I know I'm not supposed to

[crystallizsch]

OH MY GOD?? HELLO????

sources: [x] [x] [x]

i also looked up CREEK & RIVER Co. and these are the games they worked on according to the nintendo wiki

[mtx-lol]

a little more froma bit before in reblogs soon just give me a sec

[conclaveyaoi]

so last night I was saying it was funny how off the mark sabbadin was pre-first day of conclave BUT I rewatched the auditorium meeting + the first vote results and he wasn't that off the mark, he just didn't account for 1. the lawrence votes. 2. the villanueva vote 3. correctly predicted the con split but not the liberal split.

his tedesco projection: 15v / tedesco: 18v. what I'm assuming is that he thought "there's gonna be a con split between tedesco and adeyemi which will contribute to making bellini #1" and he was right. projecting 15v for tedesco the previous night, he was probably assuming adeyemi was going to basically even out with around 15, maybe he expected a bit more for adeyemi anyway so let's say 18. with bellini at 20-25, that would make him 1st.

his bellini projection: 20-25v / bellini: 17v / bellini + the lawrence votes: 22v (exactly what he projected) + the villanueva vote*: 23v

if bellini had got those 5 lawrence votes, he would have been 1st place even with adeyemi at 21v (I think adeyemi was probably a bit higher than what sabbadin expected but still 1st). even worse than losing those 5v is the fact that villanueva, the guy who was in the auditorium meeting got 1v (did he vote for himself? ok og judas) so he actually lost 6 liberal votes. it was counting on those 23 votes that he was talking about how hard it was gonna be to get the 2/3 majority. it was already going to be hard with 23 but even worse was getting the lib split, which doesn't even look like much but it showed the libs didn't have an united front/trust bellini entirely. haven't seen the second vote watching-counting yet but that's when the big fall came isn't it. *7 of the 17 votes are from the men in the aldo HQ auditorium meeting (including his vote).

PS: interested in what the adeyemi vote has to say -- was it purely a consequence of getting media buzz (robert harris mentions in the book he was keen on becoming the first Black pope and the media had a ball with that)? because sabbadin mentions tedesco avoided going to rome the days before so maybe we can assume adeyemi was doing some heavy PR the days before it started.

PS2: the sabbadin turn after "and bellini?" HAS to be one of the sexiest moments in this movie and we don't even talk about it. that was a pause, that was a look, fratelli. very sexy. not demure.

PS3: edward berger you're amazing but I'll never forgive you for not letting us have sabbadin live reactionshots during the voting and only giving us bus sabbadin. where even is he in the chapel? no, signore, no. no forgiveness.

[teyrnacousland]

When we find out that the elves were spirits there's a whole debate about whether or not we should tell people. Why don't we do that when we find out that some of the core beliefs of Andrastianism are a lie?

[crow-caller]

Thank you so much for clarifying! My friends and I really love your work and how you approach your reviews from the foundations of writing and go upwards, and how you really break down the whys of badly portrayed materials. Thank you for all the work you put into your reviews and videos, I hope you get to read more interesting stories about angels and make more paper children!

thank you!! I have been ever ill but ever continuing :) I like what I do, is my secret. I am glad other people like it as well. The concept of "bad writing" has fascinated me since I was a tween, and trying to figure out what it means for something to Suck Ass. I have a hater's heart but a lover's passion for it... and I do my best!!

[jon-sedai]

Something rubbed against his leg beneath the table. Jon saw red eyes staring up at him. “Hungry again?” he asked. There was still half a honeyed chicken in the center of the table. Jon reached out to tear off a leg, then had a better idea. He knifed the bird whole and let the carcass slide to the floor between his legs. Ghost ripped into it in savage silence. His brothers and sisters had not been permitted to bring their wolves to the banquet, but there were more curs than Jon could count at this end of the hall, and no one had said a word about his pup. He told himself he was fortunate in that too. His eyes stung. Jon rubbed at them savagely, cursing the smoke. He swallowed another gulp of wine and watched his direwolf devour the chicken. Dogs moved between the tables, trailing after the serving girls. One of them, a black mongrel bitch with long yellow eyes, caught a scent of the chicken. She stopped and edged under the bench to get a share. Jon watched the confrontation. The bitch growled low in her throat and moved closer. Ghost looked up, silent, and fixed the dog with those hot red eyes. The bitch snapped an angry challenge. She was three times the size of the direwolf pup. Ghost did not move. He stood over his prize and opened his mouth, baring his fangs. The bitch tensed, barked again, then thought better of this fight. She turned and slunk away, with one last defiant snap to save her pride. Ghost went back to his meal. Jon grinned and reached under the table to ruffle the shaggy white fur. The direwolf looked up at him, nipped gently at his hand, then went back to eating.

Jon I, AGOT

It's interesting that GRRM would dedicate several paragraphs to a seemingly unimportant exchange between a boy, his wolf, and an unfriendly third party. But there's just something about this passage that has continued to nag at me for years since I first read it because, considering how heavy handed GRRM was with the foreshadowing in AGOT, this feels important.

Jon is sitting at table full of squires - aka would be knights. We don't really know who they are or what families they belong to, but it's safe to assume that they come from a certain level of privilege; this is considering the fact that it cannot be financially easy to be a squire. And these boys already have a slew of tales detailing all their previous knightly exploits regarding "battle and bedding and the hunt" which suggests that they have some capital. So you have boys who will soon be men. And they will, presumably, become men of some power.

These lads eat their fill of the chicken until only half remains, which Jon then gives to Ghost. The direwolf's name is not so important here but what he represents is. Throughout the series, we're told that Ghost is reminiscent of the weirwood trees (because of his red eyes and white fur). He's stated to be of and from the Old Gods and since he's a personification of the weirwoods, he might as well be one of them. It's almost as if Jon is presenting whatever is left on the table to the Old Gods (Ghost). He lets them devour his offerings while he silently watches. And the motif of watching is so interesting here because it's kind of like Jon takes on a stewardship role - to watch over land/people/etc. He oversees Ghost eating the chicken, so he's overseeing whatever has been given to the Old Gods. This is not new imagery to his arc. As a brother of the Night's Watch and eventually its leader, we have several instances where he leads people to adopting the Old Gods in some fashion. In ADWD, several recruits swear their vows to the Old Gods while he watches on as their Lord Commander. The Old Gods are also primarily of the North and we're told that Jon has more of the north in him than his brothers; interesting that this also includes Bran. So perhaps whatever is being offered to the Old Gods relates to the North.

We must also note that Jon initially thinks to give only a small portion, a leg, before pivoting and providing the entire thing. It feels to me a bit like the process of carving up a kingdom or something similar. The lords (represented by the squires) take what they want and leave aside what they don't; or perhaps they have eaten to their fill and can take no more. Then when his time comes, Jon first considers a small piece of land/group of people before eventually absorbing all of whatever is left behind. The concept of carving up a kingdom rings harder considering that we have several callbacks to the ideals of kingship in this chapter. Robert, Jaime, Tyrion, and even Mance though we don't know it yet, all play into this. And then there's the aspect of Jon letting the chicken slip between his legs which evokes birth/fatherhood, a very curious choice when GRRM could've just had Jon place the chicken on the floor. So land/people are carved up and Jon then uses whatever is left to birth his own type of kingdom. And this kingdom is one for the Old Gods.

This also touches on something that has been quite prevalent throughout Jon's arc. It's the concept of accepting the "others" or "those left over" who live apart from the accepted social norms. Arya (a tomboy), Sam (a gender non-confirming boy), the Night's Watch (criminals, extra sons, and men who have no future left or place to go), and even the wildlings are all examples of this. And Jon takes on a leadership/paternal role to every single one of them. He looks after them as a leader would/should. Sometimes, in the case of Arya and the wildlings, he's equated to a king. He's a steward/shepherd/king. There's messianic undertones to this:

Come unto me, all you who are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light." (Matthew 11:28-30).

If you're familiar with Judeo-Christian tradition, you'll know that Jesus is often personified as one who spent the majority his time among the outcasts. The idea is that he came to save them too and that anew kingdom (or new earth depending on your translation) would spring up after the end of the world where he would forever rule as king; which presents the idea of a final king after the earthly ones are done away with. Now GRRM isn't so heavy handed with Christian allusions as other authors out there, but he does have a Catholic background and Jon is so overtly a Jesus figure. And in Revelation, Jesus is king and god at the very end....

One last thing: the mention of the mongrel who challenges Jon has always been rather interesting but confusing to me. A mongrel doesn't really relate to one specific type of dog. But it's interesting that Jon notes several roaming about where he is. They follow the serving girls who carry the food to be offered. Mongrels are used to describe antagonist/villainous groups in ASOIAF. Sometimes, they're used to describe slavers in Essos. But what's interesting is that most of the time, they're used to describe Euron's Ironborn especially in Victorian's POV. So I don't think the mongrel who challenges Ghost is a supernatural threat of death (i.e., the Others) but rather a human one. They represent those who are called to the scene once the lords have finished playing their games. It almost feels like a feast for (carrion) crows....

But it doesn't really matter because this mongrel isn't much of a challenge for Ghost. Though the mongrel is much larger, the direwolf is able to fend her off very effortlessly. Given that "mongrel" is used to describe Ironborn raiders, could this exchange between Ghost and the mongrel point to reavers or sea raiders who rise and fail challenge Jon kingdom? There is a historical King Jon Stark who did this....

When sea raiders landed in the east, Jon drove them out and built a castle, the Wolf's Den, at the mouth of the White Knife, so as to be able to defend the mouth of the river.[1][2] His son, Rickard, followed him on the throne and annexed the Neck to the north.

ref.

So this might shed some light not only on Jon's already published arc, but also on what we can expect in the future. We have some foreshadowing through Jon's ADWD dream that he will not only rise with the dawn (thereby live through the Long Night), but will be in a position to lead people (wildings in that chapter) to a new peace after a hard fought war. Also remember that the wildlings, rather enthusiastically, swear oaths to him as if swearing oaths to their king. In this instance, the supernatural (a dream of the war for the dawn) is followed by the natural/human. So perhaps this particular passage (and Jon's dream) can be used to predict that Jon comes out on top, and quite effortlessly too, as a leader. And he becomes a leader who rules by association with the Old Gods; or rules a kingdom for them.

To end, I think it's of note that this passage immediately precedes Jon's conversation with Benjen where he voices his desire to go out on his own - the hero's call to action. This is the adventure that's going to kickstart his growth as a man, warrior and most importantly, a leader. So it looks like before we even began, GRRM telegraphed how it would all end in just three short paragraphs.

[javierduffy]

stuff

[smowyashe]

Younger Logan had trouble sleeping, always scared of the monsters under his bed and in his cupboard. Fortunately for him his mother, knight in shining armour, would always sit beside his bed. Elias would sometimes stand outside the slightly cracked door and listen in on their little late night chats.

When Mama Walker decided Logan was worn out and distracted from the monsters, she'd start to sing. She sang many different songs. Top of The World by Shonen Knife and Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds by The Beatles, to name a few.

Though when she got ill little Logan would be the one sitting beside her bed. He wasn't a very talkative kid, but during those long nights he'd hum quietly.

Cellophane flowers of yellow and green Towering over your head Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes And she's gone...

[lambilegs]

remembering this time I went with my uncle to a museum and when I went to get my water bottle before leaving, the coat check guy said, "I love your face, it's so positive" LIKE WHATTTT 😭💗🌈💫💞💘💓

[bridgyrose]

The Axeman of Vale sends out a threat that everyone must play jazz or die... Turns out the Axeman is a very bored Goliath who just likes the sound of Jazz but can't play it himself.

(I expect maybe like... 2 or 3 people to understand this.)

“Who’s the… Axeman of Vale?” Weiss asked as she read over her letter once more. 

Yang shrugged as she started to search through a few cds for some jazz music. “Not sure, but these letters started appearing all over Vale a week ago.” 

“And you never thought to mention it to me?” 

“So you can, what, get worked up by someone pulling a prank?” Yang smiled once she found the cd she was looking for. “Its harmless.” 

“‘Some of your people who do not “jazz it out” will get the axe’. That doesnt exactly sound like a harmless prank.” 

Yang rolled her eyes. “And what exactly do you suggest we do? Stay up all night and see if we can find out who’s giving out these letters?” 

“Yes!” Weiss exclaimed as she crumpled up the letter. “This is a threat to kill people! We should be getting the police involved or Ozpin… or figuring out who’s threatening Vale!” 

“No one’s died in years from these letters, so its just an empty threat.” 

Weiss paused. “This happened before?” 

Yang nodded. “When Ruby and I were little, Dad got a letter like this. A couple people died the next night, but no one was ever able to put the letters as the cause. The letters came a couple more times over that year, and since then, Vale’s used it as an excuse to party a bit. Play some music, let loose… the whole situation is treated more as a superstition than a threat.” 

“You… you realize how crazy you sound, right? Ruby would at least want to get down to the bottom of this.” 

“Ruby would be the first to make sure we had jazz music playing when we got the letters.” Yang let out a sigh and put the cd into her player to start playing it. “Look, Weiss, just leave it.” 

“I cant-” 

“And why cant you? As far as anyone’s been able to tell, no one’s gotten hurt because of these letters. Even if you find out who it is, then what? Turn them in for a harmless prank? And what if it turns out its nothing or you cant find who did it? Then you’re just wasting time trying to prove this is harmful.” 

Weiss huffed and sat down, half listening to the jazz music that played. “I grew up with letters like these being sent out to family and friends of family. To not see something like this a threat to mean harm goes against everything I know.” 

“If we find out who’s behind this, what do you plan to do?” 

“I… I’m not sure I understand.” 

Yang got up and grabbed a jacket. “If we find out who sent the letters, will you leave them alone unless they actually hurt someone?” 

“I… I guess I could…” 

“Great, then lets go find out.” 

Weiss watched Yang curiously, getting up and slowly following her outside. “I thought you said this was a waste of time.” 

“And it is.” 

“Then why are we going out?” 

Yang stopped in her tracks for a moment. “If it matters to you this much, then I dont see a reason why we cant see if we can find out who’s behind it. I only ask that until someone gets hurt, we leave whoever it is alone.” 

Weiss nodded and started to follow Yang again as she started to walk once more. It was strange to listen to music being played all over the city at this time of night, what should’ve been a quiet night now had a jumbled mix of noise playing from every corner. Annoying enough that whoever sent those letters may have wanted to cause harm to anyone who wanted a peaceful walk. 

As the moon rose higher in the sky, the night became colder, and the music finally started to die down, there was still no sign of anyone who had sent out the letters. The few others who were out were only out for a walk to enjoy the brisk, spring air before the season started to get warmer. 

Weiss sat down on a bench and sighed. “Okay, you were right.” 

“About?” Yang asked as she sat down next to her.

“No one seemed to be connected to the letters. Just a waste of time.” 

“I wouldnt say too much of a waste. We still get to enjoy the night.” 

Weiss rolled her eyes and leaned into Yang. “I’ll make it up to you tomorrow. A real date instead of taking you around town like this.” 

Yang smiled a bit. “I get to pick the place then.” 

Weiss gave a small nod, still looking up at the moon as the last of the music started to go out. No one was hurt, no one suspicious was out. And as she started at the night sky, she was blissfully unaware of an ancient goliath just outside the city walls, walking away after a night full of music.

[xcziel]

has anybody else thought about how jk could easily manage sofia's parts of slow dance or is it just me?

[crossover-enthusiast]

If I had the motivation and skillset for it I'd make an entire video essay about how the FNF modding scene has changed -- and not about scringus and dingus or the various dramas they've gotten into over the years, but legitimately how the scene has changed from so much creatively and love for the base game cast and people's original characters to creepypasta characters being recycled over and over and the actual canonical characters being downright ignored unless it's the now rare and far more considerably niche remix mod or the one in a million original mod

[3416]

also i like the prime broadcasts positivity about the leafs... it's been sorely lacking... but they don't know leafs puck very well, it's kinda funny