Hello Minovae! A silly question, but what's your favorite hot beverage?
"Not a silly question at all! The easy answer is coffee. I think every armiger that's spent their years in training in the barracks as opposed to with a questing knight knows that familiar smell of black, burnt as shit coffee in the mornings. It's... almost a rite of passage itself. Hellknights aren't supposed to have vices and crutches but damn if most I've met don't share a fondness for the stuff. It's an unspoken rule to turn a blind eye to it - helps facilitate productivity and keeps one sharp, after all.
The more complex answer is... there's a type of 'coffee' you can find many variations of around the coastal cities of the Inner Sea. Westcrown has a version of it but it's not where it originated from. It actually comes from Thuvia, I think, but trade has brought it all over the region. It's made from terebinth and it doesn't have the energizing effects of normal coffee, but the taste of it is... with just a hint of sugar and light cream... it's sweet and nutty and so impossibly rich and creamy. Whenever I visit Westcrown I stop by a little cafe that makes it every time. They just call it Thuvian coffee. I don't know the actual name of it or where it truly comes from but... it's by far my favorite hot drink. Paired with some shortbread or scones, it's worth getting in trouble over."
(Based on Kurdish coffee irl! There's a little locally owned gelato company here in my home town that operates their cart at my local farmer's market. In the winter they sell Kurdish coffee drinks instead that the father buys when he visits his extended family in Turkey. They make a from scratch syrup and slurry of pistachios to line the cup bottom and sides with and it's just the most magical delicious drink. I look forward to it every winter.)
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Michael Whelan's cover for Edgar Rice Burroughs' Thuvia, Maid of Mars, the fourth novel in the Barsoom series.
Whelan stated that he originally did not paint any clothes on Thuvia, keeping with Barsoomian tradition. Someone at Del Rey/Ballantine Books (the publisher that commissioned these covers) objected to the nudity. So Whelan used a quick daub of transparent gauche to cover her up. Whelan said the gauche would be easy to remove, if he were inclined to do so, without damaging the rest of the painting.
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How to play: name 10 of your favourite characters from 10 different fandoms, then tag 10 people to do the same.
Tagged by @tielan
Dinah Lance (DCU)
Moreta (Dragonriders of Pern)
Skywise (Elfquest)
Thuvia of Ptarth (Barsoom)
Afra Lyon (Tower and Hive Series)
Aurelia, Mother of Caesar (Masters of Rome)
Nile Freeman (The Old Guard)
Siuan Sanche (Wheel of Time)
R2-D2 (Star Wars)
Starscream (Transformers)
Tagging: @giallos @silver-snow-77 @jld-az @celestial-alignment @katierosefun @face--the--strange @kandrakelsier @lightasthesun @weaverworks @fuyunoakegata
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🥀 favorite angst quote from a published work
Oh, I have so many in the last chapter of My Lovely Husband, however, it got a bit long, so I used this scene instead:
After getting confirmation from a servant that Moryen and his children, including Magnolia, had arrived home, Lenarius decided to quickly check on the girls before going to bed. He carefully made his way up the stairs, going quietly as to not wake them. Most of their doors were closed, but Grace’s door was cracked open slightly, and Lenarius saw that she had made it home.
When he got to Giselle’s door, he heard crying from the other side.
“Giselle?” Lenarius tried the door, only to find that it was locked.
“Go away,” said Giselle.
“Giselle, what happened?”
“You said I wasn’t gross, that I was a beautiful girl,” said Giselle. “You lied.”
“No, darling,” Lenarius pleaded. “You really are—”
“Shut up!” said Giselle. “I was never going to be seen as beautiful or welcome, and you knew it.”
“Giselle…”
“Go away!”
“Giselle!” said Lenarius.
🍒 favorite sweet quote from a wip
This one is actually more angsty than sweet, but it was the closest thing I had in a WIP. This takes place after what happens in the last Diplomatic Council. Daeran realizes that what he had said was wrong and writes an apology letter.
The next day, Lenarius received a note from Daeran. The thin paper smelled faintly of lavender. Lenarius’s hands trembled as he opened the envelope.
Dear Lenarius,
There is truly nothing I can say other that I am very and truly sorry for what I had said in the last Diplomatic Council meeting. I hurt you and there is absolutely no excuse for what I said. I should have known better than to use the plight tieflings face in Mendev as a jab to rile up our mutual friends. I knew what you had gone through growing up, what your family and your country have put you through, and it still did not stop me from hurting you in the most awful of ways. For that, I can only apologize.
I know I have no right to ask, but losing you would devastate me beyond imagination. I would very much love to see you again, to hear your voice, to make you happy once more. You are my lone guiding light, and the best thing to have ever happened to me, and I cannot believe that I hurt you like that.
Sincerely, and with deep love and regret,
Daeran
🫐 a line from a published work that you’re proud of, but no one’s mentioned yet - or if you can’t think of one, an underrated line in general
The ball scene with Lann in My Lovely Husband. I think Lann in general in that chapter with Ria and Xorges. I thought the scene of him at the ball was pretty funny, but no one seemed to have brought it up. Probably because it was overshadowed by all the angst with Giselle and the other girls.
Lenarius decided to check back with Lann. The mongrelman stood in a corner. His hair had been shaken out of its perfectly combed coif, his cravat was loose, and he held a plate of half-eaten hors d’oeuvres. None of it deterred the small gaggle of women that had congregated around him.
“How long will you be staying in the capital, Sir Neath?” asked one of the women.
“Um, until I make plans to leave, I guess,” said Lann.
An older lady pushed her way forward. “My daughter is on a trip to Thuvia right now, but I’m sure she’d be delighted to meet you.”
Lenarius decided to rescue him. “Sir Lann,” he said. The relief in Lann’s face was immeasurable. “Can I borrow you for a moment.”
“Iomadae yes!” said Lann. “Excuse me.” He brushed past the women and walked off with Lenarius.
Lenarius waited until they were far enough away. “You have quite the flock of admirers,” he said.
“I blame Lady Konomi,” said Lann. “She had everyone believing I was some sort of mongrelman prince.”
Lann took a bite out of a round white ball that Lenarius recognized as some sort of cheeseball wrapped around a goat’s kidney. Lann winced. “Gods almighty, I lived on all sorts of mold, rodents, and creepers, and I have no idea what half the stuff at the buffet is.”
“Daeran wasn’t joking when he said your idea of a mongrel style soiree would be all the rage,” said Lenarius.
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