#freyan

[triumphandloss]

and if i only could, make a deal with dod. and get him to swap our places. be running up that road, be running up that hill. be running up that building.

-- placebo.

inspirations; rhea ledger for beyond the throne.

[leelarots]

DECA STUFF

this is a master post about my au/fic canon for the deca. i will link this in my deca posts in future, so i don't feel like I have to explain stuff every time. thank you so much to this sub-fandom for making me feel so welcome!

current lineup:

6/10 drawn, design ages frozen at 18-25

to do: vansell, drax, mortimus, jelpax

basic info from left to right:

Magnus | 6'4 | Oakdown | hazel eyes, black hair

Ushas | 6'0 | [?] | 'black' eyes, dark brown hair [portrait]

Koschei | 5'7 | Oakdown | blue-grey eyes, black hair [portrait]

Theta | 5'8 | Lungbarrow | brown eyes, light brown hair [portrait]

Millennia | 5'3 | Brightshore | hazel eyes, blue hair

Rallon | 5'10 | Stillhaven | brown eyes, black hair

[other info on the fic(s) below cut]

current word count: 2.3k

the fic:

will be separated into different 'books', each focusing on a select few characters and one main plot each.

will have theta as a regular gallifreyan instead of half human or another species. however, it's worth noting that for the narrative, I am going to make all 'freyans have some human genes due to past inbreeding

(with luck!) will be partially illustrated

won't be an attempt at following the incredibly messy canon. godspeed to those who try.

won't be centred around thoschei. as much as I wish it was, writing worldbuilding for gallifrey and fleshing out other members of the deca is also enjoyable to write about

other notes on my worldbuilding:

at this point in time, time lord households do not refer to parents or siblings. the hierarchy goes from bottom to top cousins -> aunts/uncles -> granny/grampas -> kitriarch

theta may not be half human/the timeless child, but I aim to still make him 'adopted'. he knows who his father is, but his mother is not of rank, and left him as a baby outside of the lungbarrow household. the connection between him and braxtiel is that they were both left with a note in the same handwriting, addressed to their father.

koschei's 'hypnotic' nature and high telepathic ability is a rare genetic condition. most gallifreyans have a weak latent touch telepathy, trained up in the academy. hypnosis is a different story, but koschei can carry off a potent version of hypnotism without training. he is only in the academy because of his condition.

related to the above's last sentence, becoming a time lord is somewhat class locked due to the initial exam for joining the academy requiring training only supplied by expensive tutoring. if you are not born into a time lord family, it is very difficult to get in.

a main theme of the fics will be around the stagnation that occurs when people in power do not change. as the occupants of the high council live for so long, they have the ability to enforce only their beliefs/beliefs of a small bubble, refusing to move with the times or address changing circumstance.

looming has only just come into existence during the fic canon. none (or at least most) of the deca are not loomed.

'shobogans' are the occupants of the capitol's surrounding slums. this may change.

religion is banned/illegal, but I aim to portray that as being hypocritical—time lords started out as a religious sect. the cloisters are indeed remnants of the original religious building, buried underneath the capitol.

a large portion of gallifrey is not optimal for human-like life. the largest part of the planet's gallifreyan population is centred in the glass globe cities, such as arcadia or the capitol.

humans regularly trade with gallifrey, although the trade lines go: widespread human trade lines -> undocked spaceships around gallifrey -> permanent human settler-traders on the planet. it is not permitted for anyone to go to and from gallifrey freely without a specific, hard to obtain permit. time lords can obtain a permit more easily.

related to above, this is my reason as to why gallifrey has cats and other human items. some human plants and animals are considered invasive.

human-gallifreyan marriage is somewhat taboo. theta is commonly rumoured to be half human without basis because of his being 'different'. once again, the fact most gallifreyans are part human is to show that they are hypocritical.

I could go on, but I won't lol this is long

I am aware of how ambitious this project is. for that reason, I can never promise that the whole fic series will be completed. drawing and sharing my headcanons is enjoyable for me, though, as the deca is my current favourite thing. it's been years of me tinkering about with them in silence, I'm rather hoping I can find others who like my ideas.

my ao3 is soupsmog

want to know something specific? want to talk? pop me an ask, comment on my deca related posts, or join this academy era server, where I'm pretty active. dms are not really open because they make me anxious, sorry!

[mako-designated-driver]

Day #11: Confessions of a lyrium addict

Confessions of a Lyrium Addict

A prison cell, a scrap of paper for my confession, scarce enough bread and water. All I get for skimming one lousy bottle from the lyrium stores. Knight-Lieutenant Freyan cut my normal rations for "insubordination." Insubordination, my arse. It's because I saw him desert the guard tower to meet his girl. Freyan thought he'd teach me a lesson.

I'm thirsty, but the water doesn't work. It should be more... blue.

You take it like medicine at first, the lyrium. Your whole body sings with it, like the Maker's own fire. You're not scared of anything, not even abominations. After, it even takes away the nightmares.

But the ration's too small. If they don't give you enough, your hands get cold. The sky starts to press down on you. Little things slip away. So you have to stay.

The senior templars all have that look, that cloudy look in their eyes.

"Sign your confession," they said. I'm trying. I can't think of what name to sign.

—Confessions of an unknown templar, found among Montsimmard Chantry records in 8:27 Blessed

[sosoawayrpg]

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@alchemicalies

Os personagens Astrid, Attina, Fada Azul, Vaga de Fada, Fawn, Habitante Red Kingdom, Harris, Humpty Dumpty, Lacey, Mavis, Michael Darling, Vaga skeleton Hércules, Vaga Pirata, Sheila, Simba, Sr. Cabeça de Batata, Sra. Potts, Tiana, Arista, Fergus, Sinbad, Tinkerbel, Morticia, Blair, Rosetta, Espantalho, Caçador, Jonathan, Megara, Merida, North, Princípe Kit, Shang e Zarina encontram-se disponíveis para aplicações, assim como seus rostos mágicos FC Freyan Allan, Kiana Madeira, Meghann Fahy, Elizabeth Olsen, Bruna Marquezine, Sydney Sweeney, Deborah Ann Woll, Josha Strawdowski, Tom Blyth, Sabrina Carpenter, Margaret Qualley, Michael Provost, Yaya Dacosta, Aaron Taylor-Johnson, Sadie Sink, Jesse Williams, Martin Henderson, Jessica Chastain, Greta Onieogou, Cecilia Chancez, Paul Rudd, Avan Jogia, Kristine Froseth, Nesrin Cavadzade, Dove Cameron, Ningning, Kim Taehyung, Luke Pasqualino, Alex Saxon, Samantha Logan, Luca Hollestelle, Santiago Cabrera, Nicholas Galitzine, Lewis Tan e Kim Minjeong.

[ozzietheozball]

Meet the online fam.

CHANGING person = cafe my online sister

Bugsnax fan = My online Kid, Cheese

Spreen person = My online kid, Emerald

Toy Soldier person = My Online Sister, Freyan

Jonny Person = Me

Ppl not on:

Fire = Online Brother

Dani = my online kid

And more siblings.

[calowlmitygoddess]

Demons and The Eyes.

To Akila, Demons are the perfect beings, after all they were created by her. Perfect specially because she can exert complete control over them due to a mind link all demons have with the God, however after Akila's core gem was cracked, this link not only weakened, but became too much for the God to bear. So she created two new ways to better control her followers

The Spiders: Akila has hundred of spider servants, these being directly controled by her. They are scattered all over the realm and even able to be taken to the Mortal realm, and serve as mouthpieces and as personal servants. They are very limited beings, and are 'pre-progammed' so that she doesn't have to be controling each individual 100% of the time.

The Eyes: These a group of specially selected demons that Akila granted more power, and act as enforcers of Her Will. Instead of being connected with every demon in existence all the time, only these eight selected have the 'luxury' of forming a mind link to Akila. While they are allowed to retain their free will, at any moment Akila may take over their minds and bodies. The Eyes are meant to spread out over the realm and make sure things are according to Akila's will.

The current Eyes are:

Gray Hands: A veteran of the Spirit-Demon war, Gray Hands is often called the most powerful demon ever created due to his ability to destroy anything with his touch. Zealously devouted to Akila.

Aestree: A wicked demon, she scouts the hintherlands of the realm with an army of behemots, in her trail dead trees sprout. Used to serve under Gray-Hands command and is still as devoted to him as she is to Akila

Morvhull: A lonely demon the size of a mountain. He doesnt like to be bothered, and doesnt like to be an Eye, but if Akila calls for you, you cant really say no.

Oberon: Not a demon, but a spirit, he's one of the few who chose to follow Akila during the Spirit-Demon War. One of the more mysterious members, Akila has long become suspicious of him and of his true motives, but so far has found nothing.

The Singularity: An accidental creation, the Singularity consumes Neautra, and is therefore impervious to almost all kinds of attacks. Akila keeps it contained most of the time, and is only released for special occasions.

Velaerys: The newest adition to the Eyes, Vel is a special one, as she is a half-demon. Her rise to power was a radical one, managing to kill a high ranking demon with her own hands, she captured the attention of Althia, who convinced Akila to choose her for a long vacant seat in the Eyes. She's pretty monotone and unfeeling, its very hard to surprise her.

Freyan: Charismatic and smooth talker, many demons belive Freyan managed to rise to this position simply by talking sweet to the Demon queen, on the account that he's a perfectly average, not impressive Demon.

Ornar: An agressive and violent demon, with his white flames he consumes all. Ornar doesnt talk much, and due to his wild behaviour many even doubt he's a sentient demon at all.

[dragon-age-codex-entries]

Codex entry: Confessions of a Lyrium Addict

“A prison cell, a scrap of paper for my confession, scarce enough bread and water. All I get for skimming one lousy bottle from the lyrium stores. Knight-Lieutenant Freyan cut my normal rations for "insubordination." Insubordination, my arse. It's because I saw him desert the guard tower to meet his girl. Freyan thought he'd teach me a lesson.

I'm thirsty, but the water doesn't work. It should be more... blue.

You take it like medicine at first, the lyrium. Your whole body sings with it, like the Maker's own fire. You're not scared of anything, not even abominations. After, it even takes away the nightmares.

But the ration's too small. If they don't give you enough, your hands get cold. The sky starts to press down on you. Little things slip away. So you have to stay.

The senior templars all have that look, that cloudy look in their eyes.

"Sign your confession," they said. I'm trying. I can't think of what name to sign.”

—Confessions of an unknown templar, found among Montsimmard Chantry records in 8:27 Blessed

[nevinslibrary]

Weird & Wonderful Wednesday

I mean, it’s Margaret Weis right? So, I definitely had to at least try it.

It’s about a privateer, Capt. Kate Fitzmaurice, and her crew. They get hired by the spymaster for the Queen, to find a man who says he’s the true heir to the Freyan. Of course, she soon realizes that it’s not gonna be as easy as it could have been. Oh, and, of course, the Freyans are at war too, with the Rosian empire.

The world building was so much fun, and, the characters were just all awesome. Can’t wait to get into the next book too. Oh, oh, oh, and, almost forgot (there are Dragons!!!)

You may like this book If you Liked: Savage Legion by Matt Wallace, City of Lies by Sam Hawke, or Sins of Empire by Brian McClellan

Spymaster: Book One of the Dragon Corsairs by Margaret Weis

[kittyflags]

PANROMANTIC HOMOSEXUAL (FREYAN) FLAG

freyan is an alternative, shorter and more practical term to describe panromantic homosexual attraction. the term is inclusive for all gender identities (male, female, agender, and nonbinary identities). the name comes from freya, the norse goddess of love.

[pancakesim]

[imgoblinart]

The most recent episode of Critical Role really hit me in the heart. Jester’s story is so compelling and heartfelt.

Here’s my first D&D character, Freyan. Much like Jester, he also has gone most of his life without knowing one of his parents.

[revelationinthelightofday-writes]

some kailex headcanons !! (bc uhhh do i really need to have a justification??)

Obviously Akarnae's Resident Power Couple TM

They're both really socially intimidating and are friends with a lot of popular people, but don't... really participate in a lot of teenage rituals, especially when there's masses of strangers? Chances are, if they're at a party, they're scaling a building together and hoping their friends haven't fallen down a pit or something in their absence

Kaiden was the first person to show Alex how to properly throw knives, mostly because it was a skill neither Karter or Niyx ever bothered with her

Similarly, she taught him how to drive a car when she took him to Freya one summer (probably manual too bc he's a multitalented prick)

They do spend a lot of time together, but most people don't realise a lot of it is in comfortable silence. Alex has a tendency to fall asleep on him, not that he's complaining.

In general, Alex has a fairly disrupted sleep pattern because of nightmares and Kaiden is insomniac, so they tend to spend a fair few hours stargazing or night swimming.

Kaiden's the one who says 'I love you' first.

He rarely gets intoxicated, but when he does, he's a sappy drunk who suddenly loves everyone, and for the love of god, do NOT get him started on Alex. You'll be listening to him ramble on about her until four in the morning.

She's one of the few people who not only know about Kaiden's gift but are able to see past it to who he is, so he slowly gets more comfortable with getting to be excited about acquiring a new gift and actually sharing it with another person, that being her.

Alex is definitely a Swiftie and will absolutely belt out lyrics from time to time. (You bet she loses her mind with the release of the Taylor's Version albums and probably makes a bad "Hey Kaid, can you break up with me for about 2 hours so I can listen to this new album by a Freyan artist?" joke at some point)

Alex never wraps her hands for hand to hand combat and it drives Kaiden insane, so he always does it for her before classes/practise spars (so many knuckle kisses and the occasional cheeky ass smack)

Tbh, they probably butt heads every now and then because Kaiden tries to be a gentleman and Alex has an independency streak, and it doesn't work out well for them.

Alex is one of those girls who LOVES having multiple piercings -- but also absolutely hates needles, so guess who holds her hand when she's getting a new piercing done

(She almost breaks Kaiden's hand, on multiple occasions)

During one of the numerous visits to the piercer's, Kaiden gets quite familiar with all of the tattoo designs plastering on the walls, and decides to get one of his own. (Personally, I like to HC his late mum's name was floral related, so he gets a half sleeve of whatever flower.)

I've seen a lot of theories for when/if they have kids after a few years in the fandom, and whilst I have mixed feelings about Applying Heteronormative Expectations To Comfort Characters, @azymondias05 's headcanon of them adopting kids (Leo!!) makes me practically froth at the mouth bc I love that concept so much idk what it is about it

[eco15]

Medoran chronicles thoughts

• OK SERIOUSLY THOUGH I WANT A SPICY SCENE BETWEEN TMC CHARACTERS ESPECIALLY BETWEEN KAIDEN AND ALEX LIKE GODDDD

• did anyone else think Hunter was hot??👀

• I WANT A SHORT STORY ON ROKA AND KYIA SOO BADD

•SOMEONE PLS WRITE A RLY GOOD SPICY MEDORAN CHRONICLES FANFIC OMG

•Avens hot cant change my mind but he is a piece of literal S H I T

• I want to see the tmc characters especially the combat boys reacting to Freyan movies and songs like um the idea of Declan full on jamming to Tyler the creator or ASAP rocky has my heart and some good 80s classics but no cheesy shit

•imagine tmc characters reacting to tv shows like Euphoria…Shameless…F U C K I N G GOSSIP GIRL

•I feel like D.C has a curvy body type but not like extremely shaped like supermodels just some shape

• Alex in my mind has a pear shaped body with a slim chest but not exactly flat and with thicker thighs/bottom/rounder hips. I feel like people paint her to be rly skinny but to me it doesn’t make sense bc this girl would WORK OUT be packing muscles like she gives thunder thighs

•the medoran chronicles is sooo underrated

•IMAGINE AN ACOTAR AND MEDORAN CHRONICLES CROSSOVER DUDEEE

• speaking of acotar imagine an a court of thorns and roses version of the medoran chronicles with the creativity and explicit thingsssss

[anarcho-smarmyism]

open letter to fenrir wolf: plague edition

Wolf, if you can hear this, it’s 2021, and it’s a plague this time around. my first letter was supposed to be an offering, not a goddamn invitation.

I remember the weekend before quarantine began, dancing (badly) with my Freyan friend at a pub last saint patrick’s day, the band joking about the elephant in the room, saying that everything was fine, they were all the way up on the stage, they wouldn’t get anyone sick. I had been thinking about the previous saint patrick’s day, but even then, even through my drunken haze and bitter memories, I thought I could hear a note of desperation in the singer’s voice; I remember the tremble of quiet dread. I told myself to stop being paranoid. everything’s always a false alarm, until one day it isn’t. this saint patrick’s day, against my better judgement, I went to a bar alone because I’d just bought a red dress, and honestly, because I needed to be away from my in-law’s house for a little while longer. I sat down and took off my mask once I’d entered one of the few places you’re allowed to irresponsibly have your mask off in, and it feels weirdly intimate to let people see my face in public by now; back when all I had was a black bandanna, I used to pretend I was an Old West outlaw, and wonder if I’ll ever grow out of pretending to be a cowboy from the movies…or if I I’d have the opportunity to. I had a couple beers, wondered for a few stupid moments why everyone was wearing green and shamrocks, and made idle small talk with the bartender while I stared blankly ahead and wondered how it could be a whole year, and also how it could be only one year, and how it is that all the world’s people let the rich and powerful shovel us by the millions into our graves.

when it started, they told us not to buy masks. everyone was panic buying everything else, and they wanted to make sure they didn’t run out for hospital workers and such. i was able to get some bandanas for me and Tyr’s kid before they ran out, while the TV was still discouraging us from buying them if they mentioned it at all, not to mention the current president’s rabid followers screaming at you in public for defying their leader’s lies that the virus is a hoax and the mass graves in italy and new york are fake news. he rolled his eyes at me at the time, but now the party line is that everyone ought to be wearing two masks if you can. no one seems to remember stuff like this; but then why should they, when the news is showing the last head of state’s supporters storming the capitol? panic buttons had been ripped out; someone refused to call the national guard over and over again, while the racist mob built a noose outside, breached the perimeter, and went looking for politicians to kill because they weren’t going to let their god-emperor stay in power. for aspiring revolutionaries, i must say they weren’t very ambitious; they killed a cop and got shot just to do nothing but take selfies once they got in and found no one inside to kill; they even walked obediently in line between the little velvet ropes on their way in. the only saving grace is that, since their god-emperor has spent 8 months telling them anyone who wears a mask is a pussy and a communist, they all left their hoods at home and many were identified. reports of off-duty cops being among the attackers trailed in. I worked customer service for 9 hours wondering if I was wasting precious time I’d need to look into getting a passport.

it almost worked, Wolf. Just like the nukes almost flew in the 80’s and the climate change is almost certainly going to reach the point of no return within a decade. how many almosts do we have left? Will we keep going from reckoning to reckoning of our own design, playing chicken with nature instead of trying to throw off these shackles and just live, until one day our luck runs out? I suppose that always was the plan on some scale, but I hoped we’d at least get to walk on another planet first. How can this be the end of history, with that great ineffable blanket of stars above us that we haven’t yet explored?

It was only a month or so ago that a blizzard hit Texas -not just where I used to live, where blizzards are rare but fierce and we build our houses to withstand them, but deeper south where a light dusting would make local news for weeks. the strain was too much for the grid; the politicians had made sure the state’s not connected to the rest of the nation’s infrastructure, so entire cities lost power…the poor parts of the cities, anyways. people were circulating infographics on how to resist hypothermia along with pictures of icicles forming on ceilings of their apartment buildings. then the stories started pouring in. children found huddled in their trailers around their younger siblings to try and keep them warm, dead of hypothermia. old ladies’ frozen bodies found by family who’d seen her alive and well mere days ago. families trapped in their houses, built to stay cool in the brutal desert heat, buried by the snow and unable to eat, stay warm, dig their way out, or call for help. some politician lost his job for telling people to stop asking for help because “the strong will survive”. the masters of our world, the ones that stand smugly guarding the gateways from this world to a better one and slaughtering all who approach, really think that surviving because you’re rich and powerful, because you struggle so little that life itself is something you take for granted, is the same thing as survival of the fittest. i saw my peers laughing and saying Texans deserved it for voting the wrong way, and I think something broke inside me, because when that rage erupted from that ugly hidden place that is always burning my hands shook and I wanted to howl until my throat started to bleed and I could’ve summoned you with all the hate that came over me, and who’s to say I didn’t, the way things are going? and this is the new normal, for the rest of my life if not for the rest of our species’. we are guaranteed so little time, and yet we throw it over our shoulders with both hands so we can make the numbers on our ATM screen go up. i feel like i would do anything to guarantee the survival of my species, but I can’t deny some part of me believes we deserve this.

because if this is really it, Wolf, people will blame you, but we are the ones who built this world. I wont bore you with more politics, but the scientists knew how to prevent the worst of it from day one. all we had to do was shut down industry for a few months -and oh, how I remember thinking I could almost hear you laughing as I watched them talk about it on TV as though they might actually try and save us, knowing deep in my bones that the movers and shakers of our species consider it no contest at all, between sacrificing billions in profits and millions of lives. they may be lying bastards, but their devotion to greed is as eternal and sincere as was your promise to make the ones who bound you pay -and they have no qualms about paying the same abominable price. My anger is making me reckless, and I know it, and I know that they always say you shouldn’t bite the hand that feeds you -and maybe it’s true, but it’s also true that they’re only feeding us at all because they know hungry people may swallow them whole. how can I blame the plague or the storms or the riots for our doom, when the extent of the death they’re causing are only the consequences of human actions? how can I hold my livid need to get back at the bastards with my duty to my own humanity in the same body, when they crash against each other like two asteroids headed in opposite directions?

we just heard that vaccines are available in our state, right when I was halfway through writing this. I’m sure it’ll be weeks until we can breathe without fear, Wolf, and even then, the storms and the riots, the coming famines and wars, means that reprieve will be small and bitter and filled with irony and dread. I’ll be sure to give you some raw meat and take a shot of that godawful whiskey so you can laugh at the face I make. sometimes I wonder if you’d be on my side, help me and my friends break their haughty power, reclaim the world, and start rebuilding the forests we squandered in our ignorance and greed, were you given the opportunity. I’d like to think so, and it seems like the kind of thing you’d be into -but then, we’ll never know, will we? Despite all I’ve said, I still hold out stubborn faith that one day humanity will learn that so long as one of us is imprisoned, none of us are truly free. We're not like you, so you'll have to take my word for it: humans need mercy like wolves need to hunt. Just because we can technically stay alive in these chains that force us to forget that the humans' only true strength was always only their cooperation with each other, doesn't mean it's good for us to live this way. If we can learn that we are strong enough if we stand together, we can take them down before they take us and countless other species down with them. People have been certain the world would end before; and they’ve all been wrong so far. perhaps it’ll take more than this to kill us.

-but that’s the thing, isn’t it? more is coming. it always has been.

But I really, really want to thank you for dancing 'til the end You found a way to break out You're not afraid to break out

[smarmykemetic]

we inherited the Burrito Goddess jokes about our Freyan friend when she started hanging out with us ("if you want to get laid/romantic luck, sacrifice a burrito to your Freyan friend". Apparently it's worked every time?) and we totally let her have our leftover breakfast burritos while we were cooking the offering for the Outlaw Dead rite

I'm not Norse but freya is a household goddess ever since I bought the bf a statue of her for our anniversary and yall....I gotta take the L and admit that I Am Sweating It

[michaelcabisada]

I’m Michael Freyan Cabisada, 18, and from Imus City, Cavite. I’m an ABM Senior High School student (currently studying at UPHSD – Molino) who loves to play games all the time. I’m spending much time to play, grind, learn and finish my games as part of my sadness get away. I also love seeing the streets at night and of course blue colors! As you can notice, my profile is filled with light and street themes and I tried my best to make it luxurious. I like horror and thrilling movies but not action movies. I also like pink colors as my substitute.