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so i’ve been drawing ulster cycle/tain bo cuailnge characters for a while now and a problem that i have repeatedly run into is that i have no idea how these people dress. their clothes always end up looking wrong and i don’t know where to look to find good info about it or references to work from, and it can be difficult to differentiate the more faithful depictions from the stereotypical “ancient celtic warrior” stuff, especially since i’m not well versed in most of the texts they’re based on. do you have any advice/resources/tips/anything to help? thanks :)
i am not particularly an expert on historic clothing and i have to admit it's not an area i have a great deal of knowledge about in the context of the ulster cycle specifically but here are some thoughts!
a good starting point would be the descriptions of clothes within the texts themselves. so you can just go to the online edition of o'rahilly's translations (recension 1 / book of leinster) and search a word like "cloak" or "tunic" and get all the descriptions of cloaks and tunics that show up in the story itself. e.g:
this is a good starting point bc what you'll be representing is at least clothing as it's presented in these stories even if it doesn't necessarily 100% represent historical fact, because it's often stylised, idealised, uses colours for symbolic value rather than practicalities of dyeing etc
(here's a link to the index of translated texts on this part of the CELT site if you wanna have a browse for others)
but that can be tricky without visual references which is where you start needing other sources
and that's where it's worth noting that the ulster cycle texts are set a long time before they're written, but the material culture in the stories is generally neither a historically accurate representation of the distant past, or a totally contemporary and up-to-date depiction of what people were wearing at the time (bc there's a degree of archaising and trying to make stuff sound old and also drawing on earlier sources). so you end up with multiple options for what period you might be trying to represent -- ~1st cent BCE when they're set? ~8th cent when our earliest surviving stories show up? ~11th-12th cent when TBC was written in its surviving form?
the good news is that you can probably learn a lot from reenactors and experimental archaeologists and living history types -- from vikings in ireland through to normans in ireland is pretty well covered in that regard, but there's some earlier bronze-iron age stuff as well, and that should give you some visual references to draw on. i'm sure some more reenactment and living history minded followers of mine will have specific recs for resources there, but you could try looking at the UCD experimental arch folks, craggaunowen living history centre in the west of ireland (they have a video on weaving and clothing), the dublinia museum for viking-age stuff, etc
and the big advantage of the texts not being "historically accurate" themselves is that you don't have to stick too closely to a specific century or whatever if you don't want to! not that the basic design of a tunic would change a huge amount but if you wanna mix and match the vibes somewhat, nobody could really call you out on it
the HARDEST part is probably representing armour, which shows up fairly rarely, but you've got things like cu chulainn's 27 'waxed shirts' and i've seen various theories about what that's supposed to entail but i don't think there's a definite answer. having said that, most of the time he's not wearing that so you can just... ignore it, if you want to and don't want to conform to any specific theory about it lol
finally you can't go wrong with tunics. just layers of tunics. long tunics under short tunics. tunics with cloaks. fancy tunics. simple tunics. people loved a tunic
#popular depictions of 'celts' often go for trousers but i feel like they're not mentioned much in medieval irish narrative sources#even if they do come up elsewhere#possibly because very little horse-riding in the ulster cycle#(such that when it does happen it's notable)#ulster cycle#medieval irish#history#clothing#tain bo cuailnge
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💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛i love your writing
don't know why but i love ragnor and Alec interactions.Can you wrote a little something of Alec has magicand he's working as an assistant for ragnor so he teaches,guides Alec?
Thank you for the prompt!!! I am not sure if this completely matched the prompt but it *was* fun to write. So background info, this is in the Golden Words and Sapphire Rings verse - Alec is already getting magic lessons from Ragnor as well as potions, but it's the magic lessons (or what follows after one that goes wrong) that is the focus here.
Ragnor falls down on the couch with an aggrieved sigh that could give Magnus a run for his money, theatrical fall included and all. He conjures a cup of tea for himself, rubs the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger and even goes as far as to noisily discard one of his books on the coffee table to make the fall as dramatic as can be.
Then, when Catarina doesn’t react to his theatrics outside of hiding an amused smile behind the cup of coffee she’s drinking, Ragnor lets out an even longer, louder sigh. And another.
“You know you could just say what happened without the theatrics, right?��� She says as she puts her own book – an original copy of Pride and Prejudice – aside. She doesn’t bother to hide the amused smile on her face or the way her shoulders are already shaking with barely contained laughter. “So, what did Alec do this time?”
“There would have been no theatrics if you hadn’t forced my hand,” Ragnor snarks. “And he blew up-”
“I didn’t blow up anything,” Alec interrupts as he comes storming inside. His hair is standing up straight, soot and dust covering his cheeks and most of his front, all of which doesn’t lend credence to what he’s saying. “You were the one who told me I had to do it that way.”
“I also instructed you to start slowly, which is a word I would expect you to know given your age,” Ragnor says and oh, it’s another one of those days, Catarina thinks. It had been a while since Ragnor and Alec got into one of their snark fests from Alec’s unorthodox approach to being a warlock. Almost a whole three days.
“Maybe it’s your age that’s the problem,” Alec says bluntly, brushing some of the soot off of his hair and ‘accidentally’ making it fall on Ragnor’s hair and coat instead. “Because I didn’t have any problem when I followed Cat’s or the books’ instructions.”
“You didn’t have any problems because you were doing it wrong,” Ragnor stresses. “You aren’t thinking of what you’re doing, instead you’re focusing on what you want the end result to be. I’ve already told you so a million times by now you brat.” He rubs the bridge of his nose again as he says this before he looks over at her and-
“Oh, no,” Catarina says, stopping him before he manages to open his mouth, “as amusing as this is, you two are not dragging me into the middle of this.”
Ragnor harrumphs in displeasure while Alec shoots a self-satisfied smirk his way and, not for the first time, Catarina wonders which of the two is the actual child.
At least Raphael isn’t there this time around.
Ragnor follows the loud harrumph with an eye-roll that she knows he picked up from the teen standing behind him and sweeping soot off of his clothes and onto Ragnor's. And, despite the visual, differences between both men – or well between the man and the teenager who really should allow himself to act his age more often - Catarina can’t help but see how much they’ve picked up the other’s mannerisms over the last few months.
Alec brushes some more dust and soot onto Ragnor before the man catches on, swiping the dirt onto his fingers with an exasperated expression before, with a familiar glint in his eyes, he turns his wrist to magically dump all of the soot and dust back on to Alec and then some.
Alec lets out an affronted squawk that Catarina is more used to hearing from Ragnor, hazel eyes wide in shock and Catarina takes that as her cue to check her watch, “Oh is it so late already?” and portal out of the room.
The last thing she hears before the portal closes behind her is Ragnor’s aggrieved shriek when Alec decides to take revenge by plopping himself down on the cream-colored sofa – soot and all.
#foodsies writes#thank you for the prompt#this was fun to write#even if it didn't entirely fit what was asked#but then again when have I ever managed to write what I set out to write#these characters just don't listen to me
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What do we know about the Ricords?
There actually exists a fairly recent biography on Ricord — La République à visage humain: Jean-François Ricord, maire de Grasse, conventionnel, représentant en mission (2019). If you want to learn about him properly I think the best might be to go consult that book, because I couldn’t really find more substantial info on him than his wikipedia article and some dictionary articles. As for Marguerite Ricord, according to the memoirs of René-Nicolas Dufriche, she was born in Grasse, with her maiden name being Rossignoly. Her father, born in the 1710s or 1720s, was an ex-Oratorian and doctor who had never had much work, ”a lazy and caustic Epicurean, [who] had made himself formidable by the most biting satires in verse. […] Quite an old satyr, because of the fire which still sometimes flashed from his eyes, and the convulsive movements of his lips which revealed two or three threatening teeth.” Marguerite had grown up with a mother — a ”remarkably gentle” woman it is said she ressembled — as well as two sisters, one of which was married by 1793, and a younger one named Thérèse or Théréson. More basic info — such as her year of birth, marriage and death — I’ve however not been able to find (and the only reason I even know her name was Marguerite is because different historians have all called her that).
As for Jean-François, he too had been born in Grasse, in 1759, where he, once the revolution rolled around, founded a local Jacobin Club. On January 6 and 9 1792, its parisian sister club lists someone named Ricord as intervening during their debates. This is ”our” Ricord according to the index, though I do have some doubts about it considering he at this point should still be in Grasse, where he had been elected mayor just two months earlier. Ricord and Marguerite most likely didn’t go to Paris until the fall of 1793, when the former was elected to the National Convention. There, he would go on to vote for the death of Louis XVI, rejecting both an appeal to the people and granting the king a reprieve. One day after Louis’ execution, January 22 1793, Lucile Desmoulins writes in her diary: ”Ricord came to see me. He is always the same, very brusque and coarse, truly mad, giddy, insane.” The next day she tells us about having met Ricord after witnessing the funeral procession of Le Peletier, and a week later about dining with Ricord, Sillery and three others.
The military doctor René-Nicolas Dufriche reported in his Souvernirs de la fin du XVIIIe siècle et du commencement du XIXe (1836) that, two months later, March 15 1792, the following scene took place:
I went to take a leave, on the evening of March 15, at my uncle V... and the rest of his family, by then gathered near him, and I thus embraced for the first and last time my adorable cousin Aimée, who died of grief shortly after the tragic end of our uncle. That day, I found at my aunt's house the wife of a deputy from Var who was attending the conferences held at V... This woman, apparently very shy, probably because she had no use of the world, learning that I was leaving the next day for Nice, told me that she was from Grasse and the daughter of a doctor, and that if I ever went to that city, she urged me to see her family, who would welcome me eagerly.
On July 21 1793 Ricord shows up for the very first time in the Récueil des actes du Comité de Salut Public (I’ve honestly not been able to find any trace of him between Lucile’s diary entry and this, neither in official debates nor anecdotes). On that day, he got tasked with going to the Army of Italy, replacing the representative Pierre Baille who had gotten the mission to go there alongside Augustin Robespierre two days earlier. According to Mary Young’s Augustin: the younger Robespierre (2011), Augustin and Ricord may already have been acquainted with one another, seeing as the latter, according to her, had a flat on 5 rue St Florentin, the same street Charlotte had gotten her brothers to go live on after her fallout with the Duplays.
Ricord decided to take his wife along with him on the journey. According to the memoirs of Charlotte Robespierre, it was when she learned of this fact that she asked her younger brother if she too may tag along, something which the latter agreed to ”with joy.” We don’t know when exactly the group set out, but the first letter from them to the CPS is dated August 16, when they for the moment are settled in Sault. Six days later we find them in Manosque. A week after that, August 28, Augustin writes to his brother from Aix reporting that ”I embraced all the prisoners, Ricord first of all” which might suggest Ricord had for a short time been captured by counter-revolutionaries. Finally, on September 8 they had reached Nice, where they would also go on to stay for more than a month (we have letters dated September 13, 16, 18, 23 and 24, and 5 October 5, 7, 8 and 16). Here, they ran into the military doctor René-Nicolas Dufriche once again who left the following anecdote in his Souvernirs de la fin du XVIIIe siècle et du commencement du XIXe (1836):
Walking one evening on the beautiful terrace which borders the sea, I came face to face with the representatives Barras and Fréron, who both flanked Madame Ricord, the wife of their colleague, who followed them a few steps away, chatting to Robespierre the younger. A swarm of young staff officers surrounded the national representation at a respectful distance. I was forced to greet the first group and approach madame Ricord, to ask her for news of her family, who had received me so cordially in Grasse. “Monsieur,” citoyenne Ricord said to me, “aren’t you a bit of a Girondin?” “No, madame, I’m simply a doctor.” Then, slowly retreating, I went to see the husband, who affectionately held out his hand to me and took a few steps away from Robespierre so that we could talk more at ease. “Citoyen representant,” I said to him, “your wife just asked me a very inappropriate question.” And I repeated what she had said. “Certainly, very inappropriate, and it does not surprise me, because my wife compromises me every day… Forget what she told you… I am counting on your silence.” "Admit, however, citoyen representant, that if Madame Ricord's question could cause me some grief, I could not help saying that your wife's suspicions infallibly relate to what she saw me do in Paris at my uncle V... She was waiting for you there, as you well know, chatting with my aunt and my cousin, while you deliberated in the neighboring salon... Isn’t that how it is?” "Certainly; I repeat to you that my wife does not have any common sense. Be calm, and whatever may happen, you will find in me a warm friend who will make use of your services.” While complying with the somewhat interested words of M. Ricord, a loyal man, I was not completely reassured. I had humiliated self-esteem and swallowed too much the ridiculous pretensions of a few Figaros, exclusive patriots and aesculapian servants of the proconsuls, so as not to apprehend the denigrations. Confining myself therefore into a clientele which increased every day, I avoided with extreme care the national representation and all its entourage.
According to Charlotte’s memoirs, it was also while in Nice that Marguerite caused her to fall out with Augustin:
Public spirit in Nice was no better than in all of Provence. But there we had nothing to fear from the counterrevolutionaries; there was a division of French troops. The general in chief, Dumerbion, and his general staff protected us, Madame Ricord and I, when her husband and my brother went out, which happened often. During my stay in Nice I went to the theatre only three times. The first time we were respected; the second time, the box that we had reserved had been taken over; the third time they threw apples at us, which did not reach us. General Dumerbion saw this and sent his aides-de-camp to pray us to come to his box. Then they no longer dared to throw anything at us, but after a few minutes, we left the theatre, and never set foot in it again.
Robespierre the Younger and Ricord had found that Army of Italy, which was soon to become illustrious by its great exploits, in a disastrous destitution. While they visited the different divisions and substituted everywhere order for disorder, abundance for famine, we kept occupied, Madame Ricord and I, in making shirts for the soldiers. In the evening, to relax, we walked in the country around Nice, sometimes on foot, sometimes on horseback. Our equestrian outings made people talk, and fed the viciousness of our enemies. It was written in Paris that we acted like princesses; several journals paid by the aristocracy propagated this absurd accusation, and Maximilien Robespierre wrote me to let me know. My younger brother spoke to me about it too, and I promised him to refuse myself the pleasure of riding from then on.
Madame Ricord, who was the most frivolous and inconsiderate person in the world, made the same promise but with the resolution not to keep it. Here I must give an idea of her character. For long I had believed her to be only coquettish and flighty; but I saw at last, through my own experience, that she was malicious and sought every means to make my younger brother quarrel with me and send me back to Paris. My presence was unbearable to her; a passionate lover of pleasure, and often of pleasures not permitted to respectable women, she found me a strict and rigorous witness who was getting in her way. Indeed, a lady who interested herself in me, and who saw in Madame Ricord’s household that I was displaced in her society, and in that of a lady she spent her time with who was no better than her, told me once: You are too virtuous to remain her; your presence alone criticizes them. I did not at first understand the meaning of those words; later, and when I had been the victim of the blackest treason, I recalled them, and I admired the simplicity with which I had been unable to understand them.
To return to the rides on horseback, which had been formally forbidden me by my two brothers: one day when Robespierre the Younger and Ricord were out, Madame Ricord proposed that we go on one such ride, and here is the occasion: we had been invited, she and I, to dine with some persons of her acquaintance. After dinner, and when the horses were ready as well as a coach for those who did not know how to ride, Madame Ricord said: Let’s go; the coach and the horses are ready; absolutely as if it had been agreed in advance that the ride would take place. I approached her and reminded her in a whisper of my brother’s prohibition; she did not listen to me and left me, laughing. I did not dare to explain myself more fully before the rest of those present; I resigned myself and got into the coach.
For the whole length of the ride I was upset and had a heavy heart, so much was a affected to be disobeying my brother. Assuredly I took no part in the others’ pleasure, and I would have preferred a thousand times to not have left the house. One idea consoled me. If my brother, I said to myself, learns of this ride, as it is inevitable that he will, at least he will know that I was not the one who wanted it; he will know that I protested to Madame Ricord, and that she did not want to take account of them; he will know at last that she was the one who wanted this ride and that I could do nothing other than follow her; Madame Ricord will have to assume the responsibility.
Two days later my brother returned. The day of his arrival he did not speak to me of the ride we had taken, and I believed that, knowing that I had been forced, so to speak, he did not hold it against me. But the next day I was quite surprised to hear him reproach me. I wanted to explain myself; he replied that I was the one who had wanted us to take that ride; so I called Madame Ricord to witness. What became of me and what was my surprise and my indignation when that woman, instead of declaring the truth, reinforced with an imperturbable effrontery that it was I, effectively, who had wanted the ride and had taken her along against her will? I was floored; I lacked the words to respond; those who were present could believe that I was guilty to see the assurance of Madame Ricord and my stupefaction. But should my brother have believed this odious lie? He knew me: he knew I was incapable of lying. Why then did he not want to believe me? When I was alone I wept much. That scene had made the most painful impression upon my heart. But I resolved to hide my distress, not to show it to anyone, especially not my brother. He no longer spoke to me of it, and it would have been possible to believe that nothing had happened, if he had not kept a certain coldness in regard to me that caused me to despair. There is the result of Madame Ricord’s lie. As for her, she had neither more cares nor less gaiety because of it; she still had her laughing and frolicking humor: one might truly have dad, to see her air of satisfaction, that she was happy with herself, and that she had done the world’s greatest act.
It will rightly be supposed that after having been so cruelly played by Madame Ricord, I could no longer have for her either esteem or respect; that is, at least, if I had had any for her before the scene I have just described. In effect, how should one esteem a woman who knows so little of the rules of propriety and her duties as a wife to commit the gravest offenses against them? How should I have loved a person who continually compromised my younger brother with her advances, to which he believed it essential to his honor and duty not to respond? In truth, if modesty did not hold back my pen, I would say some things which would not be to Madame Ricord’s advantage. She was young and charming; but her coquetry was at least equivalent to her beauty. She wanted to shine and be adored at any price, and would do anything to get attention.
Ricord loved his wife, and had unlimited confidence in her. Absorbed as he was by numerous occupations, he did not see her offenses, and could never have suspected them. Ricord had every public and private virtue; he could be equaled but not surpassed in patriotism; he was one of the most ardent and intrepid Montagnards. A faithful and trustworthy friend, a tender husband, he deserved a different wife, and never was a couple, in my opinion, less well matched. Probably he had always been unaware of his wife’s actions regarding me; she would set him against me, and, since he saw only by her eyes in these matters, he believed everything she said.
My departure from Nice was approaching, though I did not suspect it. I did not know then, and I have only learned since, that Madame Ricord unceasingly abused me to my brother, inventing a thousand lies in order to make him lose his friendship for me. My brother’s coldness redoubled with each passing day and I knew not what to attribute it to. Doubtless I should have asked Augustin for an explanation concerning this change; but I saw him so busy, so overwhelmed with work, that I could not resolve myself to do so. We were both victims of the cruelest of hoaxes.
Madame Ricord, who perhaps hoped that my brother would be less insensible to her advances in my absence, plotted my removal. She set a trap for me, and right away I fell into it, so little was the ability to resist that woman in my character. My brother having left Nice on a six-day trip, Madame Ricord proposed that we should spend that time in Grasse, with one of her friends. I accepted, without suspecting anything, and we left. We had hardly arrived in Grasse when a letter was brought to Madame Ricord which had been, it was said, addressed to Nice. Madame Ricord told me that this letter was from my brother and that he prayed me to return as promptly as possible to Paris.
Judge of my shock! My brother, without coming to see me, without bidding me farewell, was sending me away like a reprobate. Nothing could have been more incredible, and yet I let myself fall into this crude trap. Listening for the moment only to my indignation, I reserved a place in a private coach departing for Paris, and I left the next morning.
I have since much reflected, sadly, on this precipitated departure. I should have had the letter where my brother supposedly ordered me to leave shown to me; I should have returned to Nice, waited for him, and asked him whether it was true that he was banishing me, so to speak, from his presence. I would have gotten proof of the contrary from him directly; my eyes would have been opened upon the abyss that had been dug before me, and his eyes would have been opened about a woman whom he had believed until then—all her calumnies and all her lies.
But, to my unhappiness, it was not so. I credulously believed what Madame Ricord told me, and still I do not dare think of all the conjectures that Robespierre could have drawn from my brusque departure. She would have told him that I wanted to leave without seeing him, because I did not care for him; what would she not have told him! She would have embittered him against me in every way. It was easy for me, upon his return to Paris, to judge the effect that the venomous words of the Madame Ricord had had on him. He no longer wanted to see me, and the events of the Thermidor took place before I could explain myself to him. Thus, to the grief of having lost my two brothers is added that of having had this misunderstanding with one of them, who took the idea that I had wronged him to the grave. Is it possible for one to be unhappier than I? Madame Ricord congratulated herself for what she did; she could not have known that she was preparing me an entire life filled with tears and regrets!
(I myself have already speculated on whether this really is the (full) story behind Augustin and Charlotte’s fallout in this post).
On October 17, Augustin writes from Nice that Ricord has gone to Lyon and only he remains in the city (Mary Young speculates that Margueite might have stayed in Nice too and it was now, with her husband out of the way, that the love affair between her and Augustin really blossomed out). One day later, Fréron writes from Marseilles, where Ricord’s made a stop, to Desmoulins and tells him that ”Ricord is going to tell you about so many things. […] [he] will give you my adress,” The same day Fréron also wrote to Lucile Desmoulins exclaiming: ”How lucky Ricord is! So he is going to see you again, Lucile, and I, for a century, have been in exile.” […] He is leaving, this fortunate mortal, and I venture to give him this letter for you, the content of which he is unaware about.” Fréron you f:ing creepo. This instead suggests Ricord had been given a leave and was on the road to Paris. Eleven days after Fréron’s letters were penned down, October 29, Ricord presented himself at the parisian Jacobin club where he, after having denounced a spy hiding in said club and provoked a decree to arrest the man in question, complains about the dragged out trial against the Girondins, saying that Brissot should only need to answer the following two questions: Are you Brissot? and Are you the deputy of the National Convention? If the answer is yes, Ricord argues, he shall be shot, citing as examples similar judgments he has seen in Marseille, ”which have done the greatest good.” His suggestion was however not received by any hearing, with the deputy Renaudin rising to state that these measures may be suitable in Marseilles, but that in Paris, it must still be the law that condemns, and Ricord being met by murmurs when wanting to justify his opinion. He had to content himself with giving news regarding the south, praising Barras, Fréron and the Committee of Public Safety and encouraging the idea of purging Paris of aristocrats, and this time he was met by a warmer response.
Ricord presented himself at the Jacobin club again on November 23 (this is the last time he’s recorded as speaking there) where he again praised Fréron and Barras and asked that Marseille be left to them. Six days later we find him at Toulon together with Augustin, Barras, Fréron and Saliceti. On December 11 they get the order to march on the city from the Committee of Public Safety, and nine days later, they could report that they had entered it.
In his memoirs, Barras writes the following regarding the Ricords in Toulon:
Bonaparte, after the siege of Toulon, was appointed brigadier-general, with orders to join the Army of Italy, under the orders of General Dumerbion; it was then, through the patronage of Aréna, that he became intimate with Robespierre the younger and Ricord and his wife, afterwards his protectors. From the time Bonaparte joined the first Army of Italy, holding very low rank, he desired and systematically sought to get to the top of the ladder by all possible means; fully convinced that women constituted a powerful aid, he assiduously paid court to the wife of Ricord, knowing that she exercised great influence over Robespierre the Younger, her husband's colleague. He pursued Mme Ricord with all kinds of attentions, picking up her gloves, handing her her fan, holding with profound respect her bridle and stirrup when she mounted her horse, accompanying her in her walks hat in hand, and seeming to tremble continually lest some accident should befall her.
Augustin, who had taken a bullet to the knee during the taking of the city, left for Paris just two days afterwards. According to Charlotte’s memoirs, her brother went to lodge with ”his collegue Record” (she probably means Ricord) during his stay in the capital, no longer wanting to see her after their fallout. Barras’ memoirs similarily contains an anecdote about Augustin and Ricord meeting up with a boy whose mother (who Augustin had known) has been guillotined, and giving him clothes and food while on a stay in Paris together. But this sounds unlikely to be true, considering Augustin and Ricord never went on leaves to Paris at the same time.
Ricord stayed in Toulon throughout the rest of 1793 (we have letters confirming this dated December 23 and 28 and January 5). On December 29 he got tasked with going back to Nice by the CPS, where we find him on January 20. Six days later, the CPS wrote to inform him that he had been the subject of several denounciations:
…Have you studied the men around you enough? Right now, it’s the aristocrats that make up your société habituelle in Marseille. You have moved in with one of these suspicious men, named Saint-Mesme. The patriots making up the Supervisory Committee were molested by you. […] The Committee has also been informed that you plan to decide alone who are those who, placed under arrest by the representatives of the People and the Supervisory Committees, must be detained. And here the Committee reminds you that you are powerless in Marseille. Your mission is limited to the army of Italy and the department of Var; everywhere else your authority ceases, it is null. Finally, you claimed that the law against emigrants was too rigorous, that the Convention would be obliged to revoke it. Isn't this frightening, isn't it putting off auctions? Does this not call for alarm and distrust in the pledge of national wealth? The Committee of Public Safety, fellow citizen, would have liked to spare itself the painful duty of pointing out such errors, so as not to indulge in the memory of the good you have done. It likes to think that this is only a momentary aberration of yours. […]
Ricord nevertheless remained away on missions up until the fall of Robespierre (I’ve however not found any anecdotes/interesting information regarding him during the rest of the period). We know Marguerite was still together with him up until at least April 5, when Augustin wrote to his brother: ”Ricord and his wife embrace you.” But two days after the brothers’ execution, July 30, a CPS decree signed by Collot d’Herbois ordered Ricord to immidiately return to the Convention. Ricord understood he was under suspicion for his ties to Augustin, and on August 5 he authored the following letter (cited in Young’s Augustin: the younger Robespierre , page 174) from Nice:
Monsters that the Republic still has in its bosom have plotted new assassinations. An unbelievable conspiracy has found place in the hearts of traitors… But their authors have received the just punishment that they merited. It is that you should be aware of this that I publish the proclamation of the National Convention to the people of France... This event will only augment your zeal and make you more vigilant in seeking out the guilty. The Constitution needs all your zeal in unmasking and pursuing the enemies of liberty and equality.
And one day later, still in Nice, he also wrote this letter to the CPS, confirming he had received theirs:
Upon reading, citizens and collegues, your letter and the proclamation of the National Convention, I regretted not being at the Convention to vote for the death of the infamous scoundrels who had the criminal audacity to conspire against freedom. The perfidious! as they had deceived the people! I blush to have been the friend of Robespierre the younger. It is true that I thought him honest; but from the moment of his treason he had no more implacable enemy than me. You will learn without surprise that all hearts are entirely for liberty, the National Convention and the government. The army, the popular societies, the administration, all have sworn once again the annihilation of all kinds of tyranny. In accordance with your decree of the 12th, I am leaving in two hours to travel to the heart of the National Convention. Salut et fraternité, Ricord.
On August 6 we find a letter to the CPS sharing suspicions regarding Ricord. According to wikipedia, Ricord was also accused by Cambon on August 24, though I’ve not found the minutes for the session which he does so… Regardless, Ricord was lucky and these denounciations never went anywhere.
In her memoirs, Élisabeth Lebas claims that Ricord and several other men unsuccessfully tried to seduce her sister-in-law Henriette shortly after thermidor:
Our position was so dreadful that my sister-in-law had to return to her family. It sufficed that, young and pretty, and having lost her mentor, she could not solicit my liberty; those curs, like Ricord and others, pursued her, seeking every means of seducing her, even promising her my liberty. Though she was young, she saw well that those monsters were seeking ways to corrupt her and dishonor her family. She preferred to leave, guessing rightly that they would do nothing either for me or for my brother-in-law François Le Bas, adjutant-major.
After this, it’s not until the following year I’ve found any info on Ricord. But in the aftermath of the Insurrection of 1 prairial (May 20 1795) we find a decree ordering the arrest of ”Charbonnier, Escudier, Salicetti and Ricord, for having fomented movements in Marseille and Toulon whose history belongs to the era which followed the days of Prairial.” We have a defence written by Ricord dated July 30 the same year, as well as another from October 14, but he nevertheless remained in prison until November 1795, when he benefited from an amnesty issued at the closing of the National Convention. But just a few months later he came under suspicion again for participation in the conspiracy of equals. I’ve however not been able to find much info on his role in this affair besides the fact that he again got off the hook.
Finally, in 1816 Ricord was exiled to Belgium as a regicide where he died on 21 February 1818, at the age of 58. I don’t know what became of Marguerite. As of now, I’m also unaware whether or not they had any children.
#Marguerite said something political which the men in her life didn’t approve of instead accusing her of compromising them?#I can’t for my LIFE put my finger on who THAT reminds me of#srs charlotte this wasn’t even supposed to be about you and it’s made your story even more messy#ricord#ask#augustin robespierre#charlotte robespierre
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Indie multi muse with main muse being Shigaraki Tomura from My hero. No affiliated with the My Hero fandom. Shigaraki has some other verses as well, included One Piece verse.
Has various muses such as a wide variety of fandomless OCs (with icons specially for them.) Aizen from Bleach, Amaimon from Blue Exorcist, Scar from Disney's Lion King, Antasma and Popple from Mario and Luigi, various Hollow Knight muses, Nanachi from Made in Abyss, and many more.
HIGHLY Cross Over friendly and HIGHLY OC friendly. Both are ENCOURAGED here.
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Index / Info
Ask Count: 1
Meme Ask: 7
This blog is a sub-blog.
If you have anonymous off, all inquiries will come from @lustrous-dawn.
This is a Text Blog. Every now and then you'll see emotes, splash scenes etc but this blog will be primarily text for the most part. If you do not like reading, then this blog is not for you.
This blog is in the same verse as my others and follows the same rules, @lustrous-dawn / @askstormscall.
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A Mosaic of Parallels Ch 1-3 - Official Post
So... I decided to collect all the scenes and snippets I've written for Tumblr challenges, as prompts, or as other random ideas into this ficlet anthology. The pieces are quite varied - some are compliant to the Winter Light verse, others are divergent and/or are AUs.
I already know I'll end up expanding on some of these concepts, into full-blown fics, but I thought it nice to explore those ideas here, and also for any of you following this world. Also, feel free to leave ideas as a comment or in my ask box! If it vibes, I'll give it a whirl!
Chapter 1 is a master index that contains all the fics and related info, including rating, summary, notes, and any relevant content warnings.
Title: A Mosaic of Parallels (a Winter Light anthology)
Chapter: Azure Enigma (Chapter 2); A Parting of Ways (Chapter 3)
Author: Mizuka
Rating: Teen (chapters 2 and 3)
Category: M/M (Carlisle/Beau, chapters 2 and 3)
(Chapter 2 - Azure Enigma)
Word Count: 2201 words
Summary: Beau wakes up in the woods of Akalat at nightfall and has an interesting encounter.
Notes: This was the original version of the dream in Apricity's chapter 11, Azure Mystique. I wrote this two years ago, so it was cool to see how the story and my writing style evolved since then. I'd been set on keeping Apricity and the greater Winter Light Verse at a T-rating, but eventually threw that out the window (and whew, I'm glad I did!).
(Chapter 3 - A Parting of Ways)
Word Count: 300 words
Summary: Beau has a realization and comes to a decision.
Notes: I got the prompt "Beau and Carlisle break up" from @sliebman10 for the "things you think I'd never write" ask game! This is a divergent fic (they don't break up in the main story), but it fits perfectly into the world as an alternate outcome to everything. It does leave myself open for a potential reunion later down the line.
(fandom-blind friendly by default, fairly Apricity-blind friendly too)
Tagging because you might be interested? - @mrsmungus @udaberriwrites @tsunderewatermelon @axolotlsupremacyowo @sliebman10 @danceswithdarkspawn @aislinnstanaka @lena-hills @alpaca-clouds @0nelittlebirdtoldme @magma-saarebas19
#twilight#life and death#carlisle x beau#bellisle#twilight fanfiction#gay twilight#twilight rewrite#twilight renaissance#fic anthology#carlisle x bella#bella x carlisle#beau swan#carlisle cullen#winter light series#winter light divergence#mizuka's fics
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— injury/disabilities ( future verse )
This headcanon applies to (sub) verses post Levi's main timeline, around his mid/late thirties.
cw: snk manga spoilers
Because of the thunder-spear explosion in the canon timeline, or a possible motorcycle crush in a modern setting, Levi suffers heavy damage, such as losing his right eye, losing two fingers of his right hand ( his index and his middle ), lower stamina, and mobility issues.
Since there’s little canon information for the last, in my portrayal, Levi uses both a wheelchair and a cane. Levi not only suffers neurological damage ( detailed medical info tba ), but his left leg was nearly crushed. While he can still stand and walk, he’s in incredible pain and his legs will often go numb, resulting in him being unstable. For that reason, he uses a cane for shorter distances ( moving around his house ) and a wheelchair for longer distances.
#( even though i didn't like isayama treated him like this ( hero ending up as a shadow of himself ) )#( we enjoy this for angst / plot purposes )#— headcanon | i will not bare my soul to their shallow prying eyes. my heart shall never be put under their microscope#— post shinganshina | the loneliest moment in one’s life— when they watch their life fall apart and all they can is stare blankly
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Okay, so I've decided to compile a list of sorts for finding various of whatever genre of folk/neofolk/whatever you choose to call it that I like. This is by no means definitive, and I would love to learn about more of this stuff. going roughly chronologically, I'll start with Tolkien. So the Rankin-Bass hobbit soundtrack has great moments (need to find my dad's copy to digitize it). https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2dQ5c5SIYnc&list=PL7C0F6C1E40FBEF53 is where it may be found on youtube. a good chunk of the 1980 return of the king music may be found here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gqvb_n8NZJ8&list=PL-HMOtGZW-4DlhOuQYvoSauIRPiRhyRFr&index=6 https://www.youtube.com/@ClamaviDeProfundis has done various songs from Tolkien's work, as well as many originals, I'd suggest Oshrjad Bonebreaker.
later, or maybe not, I am unsure, we have a generation that did some stuff: https://www.youtube.com/@SongsfromtheStars has a lot of these some specific names to potentially look out for: Alexander James Adams and his predecessor, Heather Alexander; Liz Fish, S.J. tucker, and Vic Tyler; these people participate in what is called filk, I am not in any way well versed on the topic, so I direct you to @filkyeahfilk for more info.
My number one pick in this genre thingy is the Mechanisms, who may be found here https://www.youtube.com/@themechanisms as well as Spotify, Bandcamp, and their website https://themechanisms.com. one other adjacent channel that is fan run is https://www.youtube.com/@TheVoidSings which has lyrics for the songs and a lot that was not officially recorded and work associated with various band members. I'll add a mention for the Cog is Dead and Aurelio Voltaire, although they are outside of the main purview for this list. the Forgetmenauts are also worth mention, if partially because it seems like most fans of the mechanisms on this website are also fans of them. Mostly found at https://www.youtube.com/@TheForgetmenauts, spotify, and bandcamp. One other one I'll put out here is Ye Banished Privateers, they tend to be more in metal spaces than folk from what I've seen, but going off of sound, they belong here. I would recommend Rowing with One Hand if you have a dirty sense of humor and the capstan shanty if you don't found at https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCEcxXAc938ASv-Yljju-yDg , and on Bandcamp and spotify.
#this is not a complete list by any means#I tried to stick to mostly folk sounding things because power metal can be a minefield at times#feel free to send suggestions I might add them might not#there is one I shall not mention where I liked the music but one of the guys behind it I know is an utter bastard#and as such I won't support him#sorry blogs mentioned by the youtube links I'm not sure how to fix it#they weren't even supposed to be links but then I couldn't get them to not @ people as text and I thought making them links might help#I have been here for I think two years and this is the first time I've tried to not @ people when an @ sign is required
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Verse info;
This is an updated post covering all the verses I have. This will be updated as needed for new ships and aus I may add. Under cut for length.
V; rewrite the stars (main) - Generally this will be the main verse and default verse for more of my muses. This verse contains shared lore with @hellsgreatestgame. In this verse Lucifer has expanded hell to contain 9 Rings of hell with the addition of Purgatory which is a dedicated place to souls that can not cross into heaven. It is basically Hell's version of heaven. Hell born with good souls will end up here following death and when angels fall this is a place they can seek refuge that does not have the same struggles as the other rings. The other ring added is called Anguish, this ring is for those deemed irredeemable by the council Lucifer has set in place. Once there they are under domain of the sin of Anguish. This ring is ran by, Alastor. In this verse some muses are in a relationship and are happy which is Lucifer & Rose, Rachael & Alastor, Fizzarolli & Asmodeus and others to come later.
V; dreaming with your eyes wide open (alt. verse) - This verse is the alt. of my main. It is my default with duplicates and other versions that aren't my main verse. This verse all my muses are single.
V; friends on the other sides (human) - This is a complete alternate timeline in which all muses and characters are human. It involves magic, demons and more. It is set in New Orleans in the 1920s following the protagonists Maia & Alastor. A character index can be found here. This is a group verse and many characters are open for those who are interested.
V; tell the people mama told you so (human alt.) - This is a human alternate to the above verse where the Alastor can be a represented by various other versions and duplicates.
V; far beyond the halos and the castles in the sky (deadly sins alt.) - This verse will be for versions of the deadly sins were rings can be ran by other sins, be flipped or include major divergents for the main sins where the sins are not fallen angels.
V; everything's clear now that I'm here with you (ship exclusive) - RadioApple verse where Lucifer is deeply committed to Alastor. The two are working together at the hotel to raise their daughter.
V; dancing in the shadows (ship exclusive) - The reverse of the ship above where the muns write the opposite characters as above. Lucifer & Alastor are in a committed relationship and finding balance the best they can.
V; if you feel so angry just get up and start a RIOT (I.M.P.) - This is my main verse for I.M.P and shares lore with Moxxie & Blitzø. This tag will be mostly for Helluvaboss rps or whenever Millie is included.
V; what hell needs is the VEES to keep it all spinning around (the Vees) - This verse will most be used for Vox or Val when interacting with other members of the Vees. My canon does not have either of my boys romantically involved with Velvette unless we discuss first. They are all equals and need one another. This will also be the main verse for villain Vox.
V; I tell myself this is my custom hell (alt. Vees) - This is the main alt. for when the Vees recruit and add more members of the Vees. This verse tends to include the ship of Velvette & Verosika. This will also be the tag used for when Valentino is killed and/or replaced.
V; Imagination is the limit to the devil's clientele (House of Asmodeus) - This is a verse that follows Angel Dust in the wake of his newfound freedom from Valentino. He has been granted special permission to work for the Sin of Lust as a cabaret performer along side Fizzy. This verse can be used for other performers who work for Ozzie.
V; they wanted heaven from me i gave them hell (guardian angel) - A verse for any of my angels muses taking up the role as a guardian angel for a human. This does no imply romance between the angel and their human. However it does imply a deep relationship that transcends the various planes of existence. There are rules the angels are meant to follow.
V; push your hand upon my neck and feel the pulse (succubus ray) - A special au for my own oc where she was born in hell as a succubus and works for Ozzie. She is a tiny little thing that does not usually do her job well. Every time she returns from earth she brings home a new earthly pet for her collection.
V; drink the poison lightly cause there are deeper and darker things than you (ship exclusive) - Static Dust ship with Angel Dust.
V; I was told that the sex is better than drugs (ship exclusive) - SINphony ship of Ozzie & Ray.
V; God knows your built for sin (ship exclusive) - Radio Blossom ship where Alastor is devoted to Rose.
V; with a record selection and a mirror's reflection (twin verse) - This is for an mirror or duplicate writing between my Alastor and other versions of himself.
V; the stars are shining brightly in the velvet sky (eden) - This verse is for anything before the fall of Lucifer when angels and humans still could co-exist. Many angels roam the earth and can develop connections with Adam & Lilith. this will always be my tag for angel!Lucifer
V; did you fall for a shooting star? one without a permanent scar (ship exclusive) - Apple Lust ship for Lucifer & Ozzie.
V; I'll fix these broken things repair your broken wings (ship exclusive) - Apple Jester ship Lucifer and Fizzarolli.
#v; rewrite the stars (main)#v; dreaming with your eyes wide open (alt.)#v; friends on the other side (human)#v; tell the people mama told you so (human alt.)#v; far beyond the halos and the castles in the sky (deadly sins alt.)#v; everything's clear now that i'm here with you (ship exclusive)#v; dancing in the shadows (ship exclusive)#v; if you feel so angry just get up and start a riot (i.m.p)#v; what hell needs is the vees to keep it all spinning around (the vees)#v; I tell myself this is my custom hell (vees alt.)#v; imagination is the limit to the devil's clientele (house of asmodeus)#v; they wanted heaven from me i gave them hell (guardian angel)#v; push your upon my neck and feel the pulse (succubus ray)#v; drink the poison lightly cause there are deeper and darker things than you (ship exclusive)#v; i was told that the sex was better than drugs (ship exclusive)#v; god knows you're built for sin (ship exclusive)#v; with a record selection and a mirror's reflection (twin verse)#v; the stars are shining brightly in the velvet sky (eden)#v; did you fall for a shooting star? one without a permanent scar (ship exclusive)#v; i'll fix these things repair your broken wings (ship exclusive)
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WE ARE GOD'S SHEEP -- KJV (King James Version) Bible Verse List KJV Bible verse list compiled by #BillKochman for #BillsBibleBasics. Topic: "We Are God's Sheep". Visit https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/ to see all my lists. "For he is our God; and we are the people of his pasture, and the sheep of his hand. To day if ye will hear his voice," Psalm 95:7, KJV "Know ye that the LORD he is God: it is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture." Psalm 100:3, KJV "All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way; and the LORD hath laid on him the iniquity of us all." Isaiah 53:6, KJV "But when he saw the multitudes, he was moved with compassion on them, because they fainted, and were scattered abroad, as sheep having no shepherd." Matthew 9:36, KJV "But go rather to the lost sheep of the house of Israel." Matthew 10:6, KJV "Behold, I send you forth as sheep in the midst of wolves: be ye therefore wise as serpents, and harmless as doves." Matthew 10:16, KJV "But he answered and said, I am not sent but unto the lost sheep of the house of Israel." Matthew 15:24, KJV "When the Son of man shall come in his glory, and all the holy angels with him, then shall he sit upon the throne of his glory: And before him shall be gathered all nations: and he shall separate them one from another, as a shepherd divideth his sheep from the goats: And he shall set the sheep on his right hand, but the goats on the left." Matthew 25:31-33, KJV "Then saith Jesus unto them, All ye shall be offended because of me this night: for it is written, I will smite the shepherd, and the sheep of the flock shall be scattered abroad." Matthew 26:31, KJV "But he that entereth in by the door is the shepherd of the sheep. To him the porter openeth; and the sheep hear his voice: and he calleth his own sheep by name, and leadeth them out. And when he putteth forth his own sheep, he goeth before them, and the sheep follow him: for they know his voice . . . Then said Jesus unto them again, Verily, verily, I say unto you, I am the door of the sheep. All that ever came before me are thieves and robbers: but the sheep did not hear them . . . I am the good shepherd: the good shepherd giveth his life for the sheep. But he that is an hireling, and not the shepherd, whose own the sheep are not, seeth the wolf coming, and leaveth the sheep, and fleeth: and the wolf catcheth them, and scattereth the sheep. The hireling fleeth, because he is an hireling, and careth not for the sheep. I am the good shepherd, and know my sheep, and am known of mine. As the Father knoweth me, even so know I the Father: and I lay down my life for the sheep. And other sheep I have, which are not of this fold: them also I must bring, and they shall hear my voice; and there shall be one fold, and one shepherd . . . But ye believe not, because ye are not of my sheep, as I said unto you. My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me:" John 10:2-4, 7-8, 11-16, 26-27, KJV "So when they had dined, Jesus saith to Simon Peter, Simon, son of Jonas, lovest thou me more than these? He saith unto him, Yea, Lord; thou knowest that I love thee. He saith unto him, Feed my lambs. He saith to him again the second time, Simon, son of Jonas, lovest thou me? He saith unto him, Yea, Lord; thou knowest that I love thee. He saith unto him, Feed my sheep. He saith unto him the third time, Simon, son of Jonas, lovest thou me? Peter was grieved because he said unto him the third time, Lovest thou me? And he said unto him, Lord, thou knowest all things; thou knowest that I love thee. Jesus saith unto him, Feed my sheep." John 21:15-17, KJV "As it is written, For thy sake we are killed all the day long; we are accounted as sheep for the slaughter." Romans 8:36, KJV If you would like more info regarding the origin of these KJV Bible verse lists, go to https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/. Thank-you! https://www.billkochman.com/Blog/index.
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v; death is not an escape ( Dead by Daylight verse )
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status; OPEN ships; MULTI
CHAPTER ONE – Ragnarök
Survivor: Loki Laufeyson Killer: Jörmungandr Lokison (aka The Serpent)
For many years, Loki Laufeyson eluded all those who came looking for him. A lonely God doomed to wander the Nine Realms alone, exiled by himself to keep a far distance from the rest of the Gods who deemed him and his children monsters. Odin sent search parties to find him, spies to keep tabs on him, and even the occasional bounty hunter to take his head from his shoulders for a high price.
No one succeeded. Most never found him and those who did never returned to Asgard. No one could catch him.
Until the Entity spawned.
By the time the Entity made itself a known problem, Loki had taken to traveling on Midgard with his Earthbound son, Jörmungandr. Being the only one of Loki’s children with any real freedom, Loki had an easy time meeting up with him and touring the world. Some much needed and long overdue mother-son bonding was just the thing to take Loki’s mind off of the horrors he left behind on Asgard.
The duo didn’t get very far into their travels, however. While Aesir agents had an impossible time tracking the rogue deity, the Entity certainly did not. By that time, numerous people had gone missing, snatched up, never to be heard from again. Loki and his son never bothered to pay attention to a few missing Midgardians. The world was full of terrors and people did horrible things to one another for no reason at all. Getting worked up over every single person that went missing would make for a pretty awful existence.
But Loki should have listened, should have paid more attention to the warning signs, and, above all else, should have kept to more populated areas. The Entity only seemed to pray on those isolated from society, those who did not mingle with the other people in their surroundings. People who would not be missed, people who would not be noticed if they simply... weren’t around anymore. People who weren’t even supposed to exist in the first place, perhaps?
A deity from a religion long past and his monstrous child, even?
They took a brief break from their travels when the opportunity to liberate Fenrir from Odin’s prison came to them. Naturally, they took the opportunity and brought Fenrir to Midgard, but he was wounded. Resources needed to be gathered to care for him properly, so Loki asked a dear friend of his to keep watch over his son while he and Jörmungandr went searching for the artifact they thought they needed.
Exploring the forests of Scandinavia, no one knew where to look for them. No one knew that they should, in fact, be worried about them at all. The pair decided to explore the lands of those who worshipped them so many moons ago, the birthplace of their Midgardian mythos. It seemed like the best spot for the artifact to be. They spent three days and three nights in the forests without incident. The fourth day proved difficult, though.
The density of the forest grew overwhelming, blanketing them in darkness even during the brightest hours of the day. They couldn’t seem to tell North from South and continuously walked around in circles. Eventually, they wound up at the exact same campsite they’d been the night before and were forced to make camp, lest they risk getting lost even further. Even teleporting wasn’t an option. The forest seemed to dampen both of their magic, making it difficult to use.
“Mum?” Jörmungandr murmured as he settled down beside their fire.
“Yes, darling?”
“What’s going on in these woods?”
“I don’t know, but I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about. We’ll be out soon enough.”
Silence fell over the pair. They both knew it was unlikely that something could truly hurt them, but the unease lingered. Jor, despite being several inches taller than his mother and fully grown, moved to sit right beside Loki, even going as far as to lean again the God for comfort.
“We’re going to be fine, love,” Loki reaffirmed.
“What if the Aesir find Fenrir while we’re gone? Or what if they find us while we’re stuck out here without our magic? They’ll take you back to Asgard and they’ll murder me for being the monster that they believe me to be.”
“You’re not a monster, Jor, and no one is going to do anything to us. I won’t allow that.”
If only Loki understood what was keeping them trapped in the thickening fog of the nighttime forest. The Entity spawned above them, casting its shadow onto the area. It never took such powerful beings hostage before, but their misery and their isolation drew it in. They were perfect for its methods of sustaining and entertaining itself, but it took the creature a few days to truly rob them of all of their escape routes.
Loki and Jörmungandr were never heard from again, but the Entity could not strip them of everything they were.
It could, however, pit them against one another.
SURVIVOR PERKS AND ABILITIES
Rare Loki Laufeyson Perk – Mirage Grants the ability to project brief mirrors of one’s self wherever the survivor is standing. The mirror becomes instantly visible to the killer and will even move about the immediate area to points of interest (generators, pallets, chests, etc.), while the survivor goes completely undetected for 15 seconds. In those ten seconds, the survivor cannot be seen or heard by the killer. The mirror will fade if the killer interacts with them.
Rare Loki Laufeyson Perk – Charmed Electrician Skill checks are wildly increased, granting a better chance at a great skill check and less chance of missing a skill check. Survivors with Charmed Electrician are immune to certain generator tampering such as Hex: Ruin and Overcharged. When two or more survivors are working on a single generator, grants a buff of 20% faster repair rate per survivor.
Rare Loki Laufeyson Perk – Storyteller Unlocks potential in survivor’s aura reading abilities. Killer becomes visible for five seconds upon finding a survivor, standing within 18 meters of a survivor, or picking up a survivor’s trail by blood or scratch marks. Other survivors still present in the trial will also be alerted to the killer’s location.
KILLER PERKS AND ABILITIES
Rare The Serpent Perk – Friend or Foe Grants the killer a fifteen second period of placing an illusion over their form, giving them the appearance of one of the survivors in the trail so they can quickly gain the trust of those around them and make a quick strike after backing their prey into a corner.
Rare The Serpent Perk – Eye of the Serpent Unlocks potential in killer’s aura reading by allowing the killer to track the heat signatures of nearby survivors. If a survivor is within 20 meters, they will become visible for 3 seconds. Killer’s sight is also heightened and widened. Precision is key in everything, including how well you see.
Rare The Serpent Perk – Poison of the Fang Every strike you deliver has the chance of implementing the poison effect on the injured survivor. Poisoned survivors have 90 seconds to cure themselves at various ritual sites around the map. If they fail to do so, they automatically enter the dying state. If the survivor is not healed by another survivor in 60 seconds, the survivor will succumb to the poison and perish.
CHAPTER TWO – The Binding
Survivor: Sebastian Castellanos Killer: Fenrir Lokison (aka The Dweller)
Perhaps a less likely duo than our first chapter, Sebastian Castellanos found himself taking in a shape-shifting wolf by the name of Fenrir. Naturally, Sebastian never would have believed such a creature existed, but after his time in STEM and meeting a literal God, it became easier to digest. Loki came to him with a request.
“Please watch after my son. He is still recovering and needs someone to look after him when I cannot. You’re one of the few on this realm that I trust. Can I count on you?”
“Of course.”
The God promised he would only be gone for a few days, gathering supplies with Fenrir’s elder brother during one of their trips. Sebastian thought little of it. While many stories and people painted Loki’s children to be monsters, Seb knew what a real monster looked like and Fenrir definitely did not fit the bill.
But Loki and Jörmungandr never came home. Several days passed without word. Sebastian didn’t worry. What could harm a God and his offspring? A foolish question, he supposed, since he met Loki inside of STEM and the whole reason Fenrir needed so much time to recover was because he’d been so badly injured during his time in Odin’s captivity. Still, the detective tried to stay positive while he looked after the disguised wolf. Fenrir hardly woke for anything more than food anyway.
A week passed, though, followed by another, and while Fenrir grew stronger, no word came from the wolf’s mother. Sebastian tried to reach Loki, tried to reach Jörmungandr, but failed every time.
“We ought to go searching for them,” Fenrir suggested halfway through the third week. “This is unlike my mother.”
“Loki didn’t even tell us where they were going. Where do we begin?” Sebastian asked as he dished out some homemade stew. The detective wasn’t the best cook in the world, but Fenrir didn’t seem to mind. As long as it was high in protein, he’d eat just about anything.
“I could track them,” the wolf suggested.
“By scent?”
“No.” Fenrir fixed Sebastian with a rather annoyed expression. “With magic, idiot.”
“Oh... right. I just thought, because, ya know, the wolf thing, you might...” He sighed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you, I’m just... still getting used to the idea that magic and gods are real.”
Fenrir nodded, excusing Sebastian’s stumbling as a human lost in a world that made no logical sense to them. They had more important things to worry about, anyway, like tracking Fenrir’s missing family members. The wolf, despite still trying to recuperate, set to work on tracking his mother and brother, only to find that they... weren’t turning up. He contacted Hel, hoping that she may have some answers or, at the very least, could confirm if they were dead, but his sister only reported back much of the same.
Hel, however, had always been wildly gifted in the ways of magic, even in ways that her brothers were not, and she was at least able to track Loki’s last known location.
“Wait for me. I will come with you to locate them,” she instructed.
“We don’t have time,” Fenrir insisted. “Sebastian and I will go now.”
And they did...
SURVIVOR PERKS AND ABILITIES
Rare Sebastian Castellanos Perk – Light the Way Survivor starts the trial with an old lantern with enough oil to burn for 2 minutes. Burning the lantern makes generator repair easier, increasing the speed by 50%. Searching chests, sabotaging hooks, and healing are also increased by 50% when the lantern is lit. It also makes finding other relevant points of interest easier to spot, making the survivor’s line of sight further and clearer. Oil can be found around the map to replenish the lantern’s supply but be careful! The lantern may make tasks easier, but the survivor will be much easier to spot.
Rare Sebastian Castellanos Perk – Catching Fire Survivor starts the trial with an old lantern and a box of matches. When the lantern is lit, the survivor can smash the lantern against the killing, momentarily stunning them and setting them on fire. The survivor can also toss a match at a flammable object to start a fire that will spread and create a temporary barrier that the killer cannot cross. Lantern light makes the survivor easier to locate. Other survivors can be harmed by the flames as well, instantly putting them into the dying state if hit.
Rare Sebastian Castellanos Perk – Trick Shot Survivor starts the trial with a revolver with an empty clip. Upon killer attack, the survivor can hit the killer with the handle of the gun, momentarily stunning the killer. There is, however, a single bullet in one of the chests around the map. If the survivor finds it, they have one shot to hit the killer. A body shot will stun the killer for 90 seconds. A headshot will stun the killer for 3 full minutes and grant 50% generator repair speeds. As soon as the gun is fired, regardless of if the bullet lands or misses, the survivor becomes visible to the killer for 30 seconds upon killer’s first step.
KILLER PERKS AND ABILITIES
Rare The Dweller Perk – God Eater Power from the Entity flows freely through your veins, granting you the ability to mori the first survivor you come across without having to put them into the dying state or hook them. One remaining survivor will be granted 100% chance of escaping their hook once and luck for all survivors increases moderately.
Rare The Dweller Perk – Howls of Rage You let off a serious of loud snarls, growls, and howls. Nearby survivors are so frightened by your presence, they scream in terror, revealing their location for five seconds. The more you frighten the survivors, the easier they are to track. Their anxiety causes louder breathing and panting, off-balanced skill checks with smaller zones to hit while healing or repairing generators, and more screams of terror when you are near.
Rare The Dweller Perk – Pack Hunting Your ability to track survivors by scent of blood and fear grants potential in your aura reading abilities. Any time a survivor within 24 meters of you enters a closet, it is revealed to you straight away. Any time a survivor sits in a closet anywhere on the map for more than ten seconds, they become visible to you.
CHAPTER THREE – The Gates of Helheim
Survivor: Hel Lokidottir Killer: Hel Lokidottir (aka The Damned)
In search of her missing mother and idiot brothers, Hel left the safety of her realm and went to Midgard to the last known location of Loki and Jörmungandr. When Fenrir insisted, he would go with a friend without waiting for her, and Hel never received word back, she knew that she needed to find them herself. It didn’t come as a shock or a surprise, really. Out of the lot of them, she seemed the most likely to actually preform correctly under pressure, but even Hel, the Goddess of Death and the Queen of Helheim could not escape the Entity’s hold once she stepped foot into its domain.
Splitting her into a survivor or a killer, however, proved to be tricky. Her true, half-dead appearance made her perfect for a monster that would tear apart survivors without so much as batting an eye. Her living side, however, lent itself to that of a survivor. Despite Hel’s cold and hardened exterior, she had a deeply caring and passionate heart, one that could very well put her at the forefront of a pack of survivors, one that made it nearly impossible to condemn her fully to a life of endless killing.
Nor could the Entity strip away what made her such, so what to do?
For the first time in the stretch of the Entity’s exsitence, it decided to manifest both sides of the coin in one person. A young, beautiful, and intelligent survivor that, when touched by darkness, flipped the script entirely.
At the beginning of each trial, Hel starts as either a survivor or a killer. As a survivor, Hel has incredible abilities, but must keep a close eye on her comrades. Signs of betrayal will pull her closer and closer to the darkness, as judgement must be passed on fellow survivors. If Hel is the victim of a betrayal or she witnesses first hand a betrayal, power surges through her, turning her into the half-dead judger of the damned. Her first kill is automatically a merciless blow on the current killer, wiping them out of the trial. Then the survivor who ignited her change becomes her obsession, always visible to her until they, too, are dead. Other survivors are penalized for helping the betrayer.
As the Damned, the killer ruthlessly passes judgment on the survivors, but the survivors have an added ability to perform cleansing rituals. These rituals force the Entity back, pulling the Damned away from it’s hold. There are four ritual sites. Each site must be cleansed by a different survivor. If the survivors manage to cleanse all of the sites, the Damned will revert back to Hel, a survivor. Without an active killer, the trial ends, and all those still alive will escape.
SURVIVOR PERKS AND ABILITIES
Rare Hel Lokidottir Perk – Gifts for the Giving Any time a survivor performs a coop action, the time it takes to complete that action is cut by 50%. At the same time, the killer is distracted by a false audio cue on the far side of the map, putting as much distance between the killer and the survivors as possible.
Rare Hel Lokidottir Perk – Ghosts of the Damned The survivor is infused with the spirit of the half-dead queen, giving them a second face hidden from view. Other survivors are unaffected by revealing what lies beneath but revealing the true face of the queen will spook a killer. Directly seeing the reveal will stun the killer, forcing them to drop their victims in the process. Being nearby but not in direct contact will fill the killer with a sense of terror at the Entity’s displeasure. The killer’s sight will be impaired severely for 60 seconds, making locating and hitting survivors extremely difficult. Restricted use of 3 times per trial.
Rare Hel Lokidottir Perk – Bridge Between Realms As a survivor, the killer’s instincts run strong through your veins. This unlocks potential in the survivor’s aura reading abilities, allowing them to see the killer’s position every 20 seconds regardless of what the killer is doing.
KILLER PERKS AND ABILITIES
Rare The Damned Perk – Judgement Passed When a survivor leads you to another survivor, you gain a buff to hone in on the betrayer and teleport right behind them. You can grab them without downing them into dying state, but you are not allowed to harm the other found survivors until your catch has been dealt with by hooking them or killing them by your hand.
Rare The Damned Perk – Survivor’s Savior If you catch a survivor assisting another survivor, you have the choice of rewarding that survivor rather than harming them. You will pull the survivor to your side, recruiting them to help you throughout the duration of the trial. They will be forced to assist you in sabotaging generators, protecting totems and ritual sites, and locating survivors. You are not allowed to kill this survivor. They will automatically be guaranteed a survived status at the end of the trial.
Rare The Damned Perk – Rites of Passage There are four ritual sites where survivors can perform the cleansing ritual that will drain you of your power. You must protect them at all costs while hunting your charges. To do this, you can set traps at the entrance of each ritual site. If a survivor steps through this trap, they will instantly be transported to a rune etched into the basement where they will be trapped for 20 seconds. You can choose to retrieve and hook them, but that will leave your ritual site vulnerable to the next survivor.
#index; verse info#( au verse ; dead by daylight ) death is not an escape#dead by daylight verse#dead by daylight#( side muse ) fenrir#( side muse ) hel#( side muse ) jormungandr#( side muse ) sebastian#{ welp... this got fucked up and convoluted...#and yes#i realize most of these perks are extremely op#they're meant to be#when gods and mythological beasts become survivors and killers#they naturally stand above the rest#they're op on purpose is what i'm saying }
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NO 1 ||: SPACE CADET
KID VERSE ( 7 TO 11) : Here's a little boy struggling to live through foster homes and the orphanage, yearning for his life to become better with all the illusions and hopes a kid can have. Still learning to master his Synesthesia and keep it from distracting him from reality, he's almost, if not all the time, in space.
LOCATIONS: London & Glasgow | READ MORE: Detailed verse ● Headcanons
NO 2 ||: YOUNG AT HEART
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LOCATIONS: New York | READ MORE: Detailed verse ● Headcanons
NO 3 ||: ENGLISHMAN IN NEW YORK
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LOCATIONS: New York and wherever he travels to READ MORE: Detailed verse ● Headcanons
NO 4 ||: YOU’RE THE PIANO MAN
ADULT VERSE ( 30 - 39 years old ) His music dances around the place and his mellow voice reaches every ear in the room. To him the colors flow like the tidal waves of the ocean, like the swirling stars in a Van Gogh's painting...
There's a man in his mid-thirties working at Haze, the night bar, as the piano man every night. Honoring his dad and Billy Joel's song at the same time, helping souls, throwing melodies to fulfill memories or let them be forgotten. Just a man struggling with life and his inner fears of abandonement and rejection, yearning for happiness one day.
LOCATIONS: New York | READ MORE: Detailed verse ● Headcanons
NO 5 ||: HELLO WORLD, HOW YOU’VE BEEN? 45 AHEAD:
There’s an old man sitting at a piano, one many people have known, he never left Haze, nor for fame or more money, remaining true to his whiskey and tunes. He’s grown a little wiser about maters of life, there’s wrinkles on his face now and his soul feels even older than before. He never quit smoking and coffee still runs through his veins…
Love didn’t come, or maybe he just refused to let it in. Afraid of it, remaining in love with love, the romanticized idea that you read in books and hear of in songs. His humor remains, a little calmer perhaps.
Maybe to quit smoking would have been a better idea when he was younger, but now it is too late… Everything seems to be too late.
LOCATIONS: New York | READ MORE: Detailed verse ● Headcanons
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can i request a nsfw alphabet for gotham victor zsasz please 🫡
NSFW Alphabet: Gotham!Zsasz x Reader
abso-fuckin-lutely you may 💖 sorry this took a bit longer to get out but it required a lot more thinking than usual lmao 👀 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: a LOT
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Surprisingly sweet? If you're someone he really cares for, he puts a lot of importance on showing that. He's not going to get up and run away for sure, he's into displaying a bit of dominance by having you wrap yourself around him, head on his chest, so he can put his arm around your shoulder.
B = Body part (favourite part of theirs and their partner’s)
His favourites are his index fingers. Trigger fingers, they know exactly when to move and twitch to get the reaction he wanted. Also his eyes, he's so sure he can manipulate someone with one puppy dog look. In a partner, he likes their back. A blank canvas for him to work with.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum)
He loves playing around with cum, has definitely tasted his own, is very keen on tasting each partners to get to know them better. When cumming, he has a definite preference for seeing it spread over his partners body as opposed to cumming inside. Definitely enjoys marking you with his seed.
D = Dirty Secret (something they keep hidden)
He is lactose intolerant. But he drinks milkshakes and eats ice cream anyway. Just for the pain of it all, he supposes. Admitting to being unable to process dairy? Weak.
E = Experience (how experienced are they in bed)
Very well-versed in that area, and extremely knowledgeable on most kinks, specifically relating to BDSM for obvious reasons. He can dish it out or take it to, a very versatile switch. He might as well have an equal amount of little scars for his sexual partners as the amount of people he's killed. He's adorable, it's hard for people to resist him.
F = Favourite Position
Doggy style. Absolutely in command of you and able to bang it out as rough or gentle or fast or slow as he wants. But he has a thing for waiting until right at the edge of climax and then laying beside you for some classic mutual masturbation to finish things off. Maybe you're focused on yourselves, arms entwined, or maybe you're jerking each other off, either way he likes cumming at the same time as you and this is usually the easiest way to ensure that happens.
G = Goofy (are they serious in the moment?)
Are you kidding? Has he ever gone longer than five minutes without making some kind of cheeky little remark? You think that stops when he's fucking, or even trying to persuade someone to fuck? Absolutely not. He's definitely not afraid to be silly and giggly in the moment, it's all part of his adorable charm.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they?)
Smooth, like the rest of his body. Soft skin, warm to the touch. Definitely helps him look a lot bigger and more impressive, which is daunting actually (please see X...) but he looks so pretty and kissable all over.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect)
Ok so intimacy is very important. Romance follows with that. He's not going to be overly flowery in his words or sentiment, but he will be gentle and thorough and make sure you feel desired, loved and fulfilled by the end of the sex.
J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)
I genuinely think his brain is too focused on other things for it to even think about jerking off. There's pleasure to be had with another person, and he'd rather pursue that. However, mutual masturbation is something he is keen on. It's intimate and usually pretty quick so works if there's nowhere to lie his partner down and get on top of them, push them up against, bend them over etc.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Ok so very obvious to start with, but S&M. He'll do a lot of BDSM, but letting you hurt him, and hurting himself, is his greatest weakness and his favourite pleasure. Body worship. He loves having you sit or stand in front of him while he kisses you all over and tells you exactly why he loves you. Especially if you have scars or imperfections, something for him to softly graze over as an appreciation of the story you tell. Uh, gun violence? Like hold a gun to his stupid head and tell him he better make you cum or you'll pull the trigger. It's not loaded, or is it? He won't say actually. At least the safety's on...you assume. Leather and PVC. Boots, gloves, skirts, trousers, tops, masks, fucking anything tight and smooth and shiny and black.
L = Location (favourite places to do the do)
In his bed, which seems super boring for someone like him, but he has nice sheets, the vibes are right, and it's safe and cosy. It's a controlled environment where he can take his mind off of everything else. And if he needs to leave you sleeping, he can feel safe that you're not in any danger. That and all his shit is there, what, he's going to carry around his various toys and tools in case the notion takes him in the back of a cab? He has guns to carry, his pockets, and holsters, are full.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Guns. I mean he's into a lot of stuff, but shooting with a high accuracy and aim turns him on. It's the skill level, the power and control, the damage and chaos and violence. He could never take a partner to a shooting range, or even see them holding a weapon. He'd lose his mind. Childhood crush on Annie Oakley? You bet.
N = NO (something they wouldn’t do)
There's not a lot on this list, but I think he would find it difficult letting you be the one who was hurt. He couldn't be a sadist with someone he loved. You can beat the absolute shit out of him, but his touch is always soft and delicate with you.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving)
Ok so it's an intimate, time-consuming, drive you wild kind of activity? He's in, and he loves it. It's the whole "do the job right" thing again. You give him a task, he's going to complete that task in the most flamboyant way, with great expertise and pride in the work. He definitely has a preference for giving rather than receiving. Smother him, choke him, don't let him breathe while he's going at it. Getting head for him, he can take it or leave it. If you're going to suck his dick, you have to edge him and not let him finish. He's a sucker for punishment.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?
He can do both! Which is often a surprise to any potential sexual partners because he seems like a nasty little chihuahua of a man. But he's so soft and cute and absolutely has the ability, and often the desire, to be romantic and slow and fill all your sense up. If a job is worth doing, it is worth doing well.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex)
Ok so, as above, while he can do it fast and hot and rough, he would rather do it slow and sweet. BUT he has been known to bend someone over for a quick release while he's on the job. You ever been banged from behind while the person inside of you is trying to steady a sniper rifle? It really adds a lot of tension to the situation.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment?)
Absolutely he is. Music to his ears in fact. Zsasz is a freaky girl. He'll do whatever you want, especially if there's an element of pain or a risk of him getting a little bit (or a lot) hurt in the process. As long as none of the risks involve you, that's where he would draw the line. But risks that involve exposure, some exhibitionism, potentially being caught as he's being trailed by the police/enemies? He's frothing at the mouth.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Victor has the energy of a feral chihuahua. He's able to go for a very long time, and as long as you give him a minute to get 'prepared' he can go for another round for sure. And there's very little you have to do. He'll top the whole time, he'll do all the work, exert all the energy, and make sure you're well and truly fucked out.
T = Toy (do they own toys? do they use them?)
Absolutely. Mostly on himself, like impact play, whartenberg wheels, electrostimulation, clamps, bondage, you name it really! But as he doesn't want to hurt his precious loved one, unless they really really convinced him to, he will fuck you while holding a vibrator against whichever part of you makes you squirm the most.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He's a full-time tease. Complete flirt, very aware of his charms and his looks and the power he has over people with those big brown eyes. And he will absolutely rile someone up to the point that they are begging him desperately, just to let them down. He knows all too well that the longer he keeps you hanging on, the better it'll be when he finally gives you what you want.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)
Aw baby, he is a very vocal boy. Praise, snarky little comments, jokes, sarcasm, feral grunting? You've got it all with him. It depends what mood he's in and what you're doing. When he's being flirty, it's rude little comments that are always filled with innuendo. If you're jerking him off or giving him head, he's very conscious of praising you. If you're just going at it, 100% loud yelling and groaning.
W = Wild Card (a random headcanon)
He desperately wants to fuck you in his old childhood bedroom. Something about finally knowing that the room got to see some action. It would make his arc complete, I guess.
X = X-Ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants)
He's thick, like good lord. Not way above average in length, about 6". Good luck managing to suck him off though because unless you can unhinge your jaw like a python because it's gonna be a tight squeeze.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
You'd think he'd get a lot of his adrenaline out during his murderous little escapades but that is his job. It's almost dull and repetitive to him, not that he doesn't find joy in the work, but his only release for the passion and pent up urges is definitely sex. And he's ready to pop off at a moment's notice.
Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
I don't think he sleeps. I don't think he's 100% human. He's just going to lie there and stare at the ceiling until he feels the urge to go do something violent and mischievous, or something ridiculously soft like getting some cupcakes and having a solo picnic.
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for tvd / to / legacies based verse ;
* note: the majority of this lore is from the show , supernatural show , book series as well as my own personal headcanons and twists. under read more as it’s a long post
Given celestial beings ( guardians / angels of order ) are the oldest beings in the universe and live in the highest part of the dark dimension, they are protectors of order. however, they don’t enforce what they should . They’re described as selfish and cold. They are benevolent creatures and hold a great deal of powers. For example; Wing Powers: They are extremely powerful wings that provide a variety of abilities including redemption of sins, flight, erasure of memories, restoration of memories, and protection.
* indicates Azrael has a set. ( she is a angel with 6 wings )
The Wings of Power comprises of many different pairs of wings that provide various abilities including the following:
* Wings Of Protection are strong and, like the name, very useful for protection of themselves as well as who they touch.
Wings Of Purification are white in color and can remove all sins of a person and their memories.
Wings Of Remembrance are violet-blue in color and can return someone’s memories.
Wings Of Redemption are rainbow-colored and can redeem people of their sins.
* Wings Of The Wind which are gold in color, were used to create wind and these wings helped her to fly.
* Wings Of Destruction are used to destroy things which are obstacles or are possible dangers.
rings
even angels have to have rings to hide their wings from the world. the name of the ring that azrael bares on her right hand , index finger is called the celestial’s ring. it’s a sterling silver ring with an aquamarine stone. it’s abilities hide / cloaks her wings from everyone . it’s much like a moonlight / daylight ring for vamps and werewolves . except it’s for angels.
Weaknesses, etc ( strictly my own headcanons as well as a bit of crossover lore )
Angel blade - able to kill any angel.
Poison - has the ability to weaken an angel. causes hallucinations
Vampire bite - when bitten by a vampire ; angels get a high very similar to Ecstasy.
Room Isolation spells. - traps them in one place.
Fire boundary spells - Traps an angel in ring of fire and there powers are nonexistent while in the ring.
A box that is enchanted with a confinement spell - seals them until spell is broken.
Werewolf bite - weakens powers by 60% as well as hallucinations
Summoning spells - any object can be used and angels become like puppets to the being with the object .
Immortality spells / some hexes - can also be used to turn an angel into a mortal.
angel banishing sigils - info here
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New Aim for the Stars Page Tomorrow!
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Introducing Kit! A new character in Aim for the Stars, created by the amazing @comet-vtfoe!
More info about him needs to be determined, but let’s say he is Kate’s twin brother in Aim for the Stars’s “Actor-verse”. He was going to be in the show but later quit because he’s too busy working on another series, hence the cut content.
He loves his sister! So much so he pulls pranks on her from time to time. Ah, siblings...
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gallick’s blog writing rules
Hey guys, gallick here! As I expand my writing parameters, I thought it would be good to make a rules post. I ask that you please read this prior to requesting, because it has my preferences, request status, and content info included.
Please be aware: I reserve the right to delete any and ALL requests/asks that do not conform to my rules.
My inbox is always open for thirsting [defined below], questions, conversation, venting, and advice. See the remaining rules below the cut ―
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【CONTENT INDEX】
what is a... ✰ 『thirst』this is usually when you send in your thoughts on a certain character in a certain situation. My responses can be anything from a jumbled up paragraph to a full on thirst drabble (~250-500 words), depending on whether I’m on mobile vs. desktop, as well as if I jive with your thirst. That being said, don’t ever feel ashamed of the thirst that you want to send in! Even if it’s not my thing, as long as it’s not on my no-no list [see below], I’ll at least post it with some sort of response! See examples of thirst «here», «here», «here», and «here». Thirst can sometimes turn into full on fics depending on how I feel about it!
✰ 『drabble』this is a “fic” that is generally more in depth than a thirst, but not as plot-driven as a full on one shot or fic. I usually keep drabbles between 500-2,000 words. They are normally given their own post instead of replying to the ask itself, but I will respond to the ask with a link to the drabble once I’ve posted it.
✰ 『fic』this is usually a one-shot piece, which means it is a stand-alone fanfiction work. These are at least 2,000 words in length, and I do not put a limit on them as I have no self-control and will write huge fics with no regard to my personal sanity. These will always be posted as their own text post, and will more than likely be {sporadically} uploaded to my ao3 account as well. If the fic is inspired by an ask, I will answer the ask with a link to the fic once I’ve posted it.
✰ 『multi-chap fic』this is usually a piece that spans at minimum two parts, connected via the plotline that runs consistently through them both. As of now, I do not have any multi-chapter works, but I do have a couple planned for the future! These will always be posted as their own text post, with links to the prior part as well as the future part, once it has been posted.
【WRITING RULES】
✰ All characters are aged up to at least 20 years of age no matter whether the situation is sfw or nsfw. The only times I will write “high school” types of works will be in flashbacks, not full length fics. I always try to explicitly state within the work that they are of age - whether that’s referring to them a Pro Heroes (BNHA), Pro Athletes (Haikyuu!!), etc. If I ever discuss “dorms”, I am always talking about college dorms/apartments.
✰ This is my blog, and therefore I get to choose what I do and do not want to write. I apologize if that means I have glossed over your request, but I cannot force myself into writing something I do not feel like I can do, because then it’s not genuine and even though it gets the content out, it’s not content I’d be proud of.
✰ I do NOT close my requests. I feel like it’s pointless, given a lot of people don’t pay attention to the open/closed titles anyway. With this being said, I do receive a lot of requests. If you feel that yours has gotten buried, eaten by the tumblr ask monster, or ignored, please feel free to send it in again. Also keep in mind that I might have deleted or ignored your ask in favor of another that sparked more inspiration. That doesn’t mean I won’t come back to yours later. Be patient with me!
✰ Please be kind. I don’t ask that you fawn over me when you send in a request, but be courteous when you send me an ask. If you just send me a blunt ask, I might not understand what you’re really asking for, or what you actually want, which can stunt the creative process and possibly end up with me deleting your ask. I understand that not everyone speaks English well, so I try to be patient with the more forward requests. Just be aware that I am not a writing machine here for your pleasure. This is a hobby, a fun way of escapism for you and me both. The moment it feels like a job, I will stop.
【DO’S AND DON’T’S】
『 My writing is usually male character x female reader, unless specified otherwise. I do accept female character requests, though. As I do try to keep my appearances of reader relatively neutral, I know that is not always the case. I am constantly trying to learn and evolve my writing, but reader content can be difficult to nail down with all the scenarios that I’m writing or requested to write, given that they are very specific in nature. Please be kind and constructive if you choose to criticize, but criticism is always welcome. 』
『 I always put warnings in my tags above the fic post, so please read the warnings prior to diving into a piece. As stated below, sometimes I will use kinks or tropes or categories/genres that make people uncomfortable or triggered, and I want you to keep yourself safe rather than reading my writing just because it’s mine. I use warnings, tags, and a read more on my posts - if you choose to read the post anyway, then that is your own responsibility and I will not respond to any asks shaming me for what I have written, or blaming me for you being triggered. Please let me know if I have not correctly tagged or warned a post and I will make corrections as soon as possible. 』
― The CHARACTERS I prefer, and who will get priority over others are... My Hero Academia ✰ Bakugou Katsuki ✰ Kirishima Eijirou ✰ Tamaki Amajiki ✰ Todoroki Shouto Haikyuu!! ✰ Sugawara Koushi ✰ Bokuto Koutaro ✰ Kuroo Tetsurou ✰ Oikawa Tooru ✰ Sawamura Daichi ✰ Kageyama Tobio Dragon Ball ✰ Vegeta ✰ Piccolo ✰ Gohan ✰ Trunks
― The GENRES I will write... ✰ Angst (mostly happy endings bc I’m a sap) ✰ Fluff ✰ Smut ✰ Alternate Universe ✰ Hurt/Comfort - this can include things such as anxiety, depression, etc. but will always end with the comfort in mind. ✰ Alpha, Beta, Omega dynamics (bare with me, I’m learning)
― The CONTENT I will NOT write... ✘ Suicide (reader or character) ✘ Minor x Adult ✘ Vore, Gore, Intense Violence ✘ Piss or Shit Kinks ✘ Incest, Pseudo Incest, anything relatively familial in nature. ✘ Ass Play (in detail - i.e. pegging, fingering, etc.) ✘ Cheating ✘ Crack Fics (i.e. overly humorous or satirical content) ✘ Character x Character - this is a loose rule, but currently I don’t have any CxC ships that I am writing for, or feel the need to write for. ✘ Poly relationships - this is another loose rule, but I am not overly well-versed with polyamorous relationships, so they can be difficult for me to nail down. If I feel inspired, or if I open poly requests, I will let you guys know.
【TAGS】
『If there is any type of content you do not want to read, I ask that you please blacklist it. I will do my best to tag all asks/posts accordingly, but I am only human and might miss one here and there. Feel free to send me a quick message letting me know that I have missed something, but please be kind.』
『I believe it is your responsibility to monitor and improve your online experience. If you don’t like Bakugou, please blacklist my Bakugou tag(s). If you are a minor, and do not wish to interact with my nsfw content, please blacklist my smut tag. I will not be tagging things directly as “nsfw”, because this can get you taken out of the tags entirely, and I do also write sfw pieces in addition to my nsfw pieces.』
『I do NOT tag generic posts unless they are triggering. This includes all reblogs - graphics, fics, etc.』
『Here is how to blacklist tags on desktop and mobile.』
『I always use three versions of the “character” tag(s), with their surname only as well as their given name, and then their full name. I.e. bakugou x reader, katsuki x reader, bakugou katsuki x reader.』
― Writing Tags ✰ #character x reader ✰ #character smut ✰ #character thirst ✰ #OC: Belle Marie Sinclair - (Bakugou OC) ✰ #OC: Lilith - (Kirishima OC) ― Trigger Warning Tags ✰ #tw: dubcon ✰ #tw: noncon ✰ #tw: suicide ✰ #tw: self harm ✰ #tw: degredation ― Personal Tags ✰ #morgan.txt - my original text posts ✰ #morgan-gets-mail - answered asks ✰ #morgan-has-friends - mutuals interactions ✰ #morgan-does-commissions - commission-related posts ✰ #morgan-has-a-patreon - Patreon-related posts ✰ #morgan-says-read-it - Fic recs ✰ #morgan-says-look-at-it - Art recs ✰ #morgan-says-listen - Audio recs
【FINAL THOUGHTS】
I reserve the right to delete any of the asks sent into my inbox. This includes... ✘ Hateful Asks ✘ Baiting/Leading Asks ✘ URL referencing Asks (i.e. “I heard gallickingun did....”) ✘ Rule Non-Conforming Asks
【LINKS】
✰ desktop masterlist «here» ✰ mobile masterlist «here» ✰ general writing tag «here» ✰ archiveofourown «here» ✰ wattpad «here» ✰ commissions interest form «here» ✰ ko-fi «here» ✰ patreon (coming soon!) «here» ✰ bnha bookclub (discord server + fic archive) «here»
This is all subject to change, hence the read more.
© all content belongs to gallickingun 2020. do not modify or repost.
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