stultifera navis rerun AKA thinking about Iberia hours again because a lot of the Iberians have such fascinating relationships with the concept of home but specifically Thorns and Lumen are eating at my brain. like where do you call home when the place that is your home Just Fucking Hates You? Elysium's rewinding breeze specifically makes a point to hammers home how differently Iberia treats its Liberi and its Aegir
(which is especially interesting since this comes right after a conversation where Purestream commented on how despite Leizi being a high ranking government official, there are still some experiences that are universal for all Yanese people - because the experience of what Iberia itself is like isnt universal for all Iberians)
But all that being said, Thorns also straight up states that Aegir is not his home, and yeah, how could it be? How could a place you've never been to, never truly known, ever be your home? How could it ever feel like a home?
so where do you go when the place that you are from hates your people and the place your people are from is completely unfamiliar and alien to you? Thorns' answer at the end of the conversation with Aya is: my home is where i chose it to be. my home is where there are people I care about and people who care about me
in the complete opposite direction, Lumen's oprec asks: why do you still stay in a place that wants you gone? because the people of Gran Faro like Jordi well enough but when push comes to shove, they will want the only Aegir in town gone
and yet, when Rald the messenger offers him a chance to leave Jordi turns him down and when he's forced to escape Gran Faro after the people there literally try to send him to his death (or worse) at the hands of the Inquisitors he keeps trying to go back because like everyone in stultifera navis, Jordi is clinging to his own dreams of a golden age
but the shape of that dream is unique to every character and for Jordi, his dreams are deeply, inseparably bound to the Eye of Iberia, the legacy his parents left behind
and it's this dream of becoming someone great, of bringing about that golden age that his parents devoted their lives to help create that ties Jordi to this nothing town because despite everything, despite the mistrust of the townsfolk and the hostility of the Inquisition and the danger from the ocean, he simply cannot leave it behind
(or, because i personally dislike the official translation,)
"I just see this place as my home"
so yeah. not sure what overall point i was trying to make here i'm just. deeply in love with these stories about chosing what is and isn't your home, of saying you will not call a place your home because it has given you no reason to or saying you consider a place your home even though it has given you every reason not to. deeply unwell about them <3
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okayy guys i think odesta week will be august 12-18 (yes im starting the week on a monday) and if u want u can suggest prompts! it’s chill if u don’t have any, i have a weeks worth of prompts but i dont want to give off dictator vibes so just say the word and i will give them the BOOT
the most straightforward examples i have rn are modern au monday and supernatural saturday but they dont have to be alliterations haha, it just personally made it easier for me to come up w stuff. i was also trying to pick prompts that weren’t just good for writing, like if drawing/moodboards/hcs are more ur speed i wanted it to be sorta versatile if that makes sense, but i could always be missing something!! also this post was kinda all over the place so i will definitely make another organized post to officially introduce odesta week
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okay launching myself back into tumblr so it's officially tumblr party night (it's actually not official at all I just made it up but we can pretend. also it's not actually night here yet so... soon it will be tumblr party night). what's tumblr party night?
stalk all my beloved mutuals and see how everyone's been doing, respond to some asks and messages, clean up my drafts and revitalize my queue, and get that sweet sweet dopamine from remembering what my dash looks like and seeing all sorts of cool pretty devastating interesting peculiar relatable mesmerizing etc etc you get it type things
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i'm rooming with my sister on this trip and something i've noticed is that like. she watches tiktoks in the shower. like who does that. can't you be alone with your thoughts for three fucking seconds. i thought you liked to think abt things.
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@beatingheart-bride
At the mention of these pictures, Randall blushed and smiled shyly-the albums were still well within their reach, containing a number of portraits of him in his youth...including one of him, all dressed up in his father's kilt and hating every second of it. It was a portrait he found intensely embarrassing, but he had to admit, he was flattered to think his bride found it so adorable.
"Well," he smiled bashfully. "I hope our children take after you-you must have been the prettiest baby in town when you were born, I can only imagine how beautiful our little ones will be!"
He was sure he saw plenty of her childhood pictures in the future, but he couldn't say he'd seen any yet-even so, he could imagine how beautiful Emily was as a child; with her button nose, apple cheeks, big china-blue eyes and golden ringlets? She must've been adorable, and he could easily imagine their children taking after her in that regard.
(In some ways, it was better than inheriting some of his traits-untamable curls, deathly pale skin, a big beak of a nose? No, he'd rather their future children take after their mother...)
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