If you don’t have an advent calendar consider following Alexander Vlahos on social media as he counts down to the holidays in a way that makes Merlin fans cry. 😂😭🎄🗡️🤣
the biggest unsung tragedy of the geography of the internet changing is that people don't make amvs like they used to. fancams set a precedent where people make really short edits now rather than editing a bunch of scenes together to a full song so it doesn't really fill the same niche. which really sucks for people like me who were motivated from childhood to make something cool enough that people would make very dramatic amvs for it
do you think dornish religion is different to the rest of the seven?
Yes 100%
As I take the stance of "They still worship the Seven bc of colonization but its in a different fashion" I think its akin Central American Catholicism compared to Western European Catholicism. The idea that they syncretized aspects of the faith with worship of Mother Rhoyne. Festivals and ceremonies are veined through with folk imagery that's become part of the Dornish Seven Faith over the centuries. Traditional sacrifices, rites, dances, and other forms of worship have been adapted to include the new gods. Example: old Dornish fertility goddesses have been substituted by the Mother, who has taken on the traits of those old deities that the Andals did not originally give her.
It always breaks my heart a little to watch one half of a couple patch the other half up after a fight- in this case, after an attack of manhunting muffaloes.
Poor Vasso probably finds it incredibly taxing to care for his childhood best friend-turned-husband, but it doesn't stop him from doing an excellent job— he even remembered to kiss it better!
I've also decided that, while he's wearing winter gear, I'm going to indulge myself and draw Vasso with his hair out.
Oh, and Blackdragon lost his right leg to the muffaloes, too. No biggie, Euclid had a prosthetic made for him faster than you can say "If I had a dollar for every time one of my colonists has lost a leg in this run..."
Toddler Blackthorn is now Child Blackthorn, and looks just like her mama <3
Speaking of mama... Honestly, Buckeye, you're supposed to be an asexual tree person married to a dragon with reduced fertility!! Stop doing this!!
Also, I have made the executive decision that new saplingchild doesn't count as "the next person to come onto the map" and will not be sacrificing her.
Not to worry, though. We have at last sighted the sacrifice that will earn us our ship!
The Empire is none too pleased with our valiant efforts, but they won't be a problem for long. Soon we'll have our ship, paid for in blood!
metalhead ghost who’s been in moshpits since he was a kid and is now a veteran of the scene and the self appointed look out. he keeps an eye out for anyone falling or passing out, kicks the shit out of anyone crowd killing or putting their hands where they shouldn’t
and he’s been keeping an eye on the punk in the kilt since he saw him throw himself headfirst into the wall of death
he looks like the type to start shit - loud and aggressive as anyone else here but a punk doesn't end up at a metal show for no reason - but there's also something niggling at him that he's gonna end up getting himself hurt. and ghost can’t tell if he’s going to do it on purpose
if he does, ghost needs to know. he uses these places as an escape - the music, the violence, the community - always has and he knows all to well how easily an escape can curdle and become destructive. he’s seen too many people lost to the darker parts of the scene, almost lost himself to it; he doesn’t want it to happen to anyone else if he can help it
so when he sees the punk sweating his mohawk off, his movements becoming looser and uncoordinated, he has no issues with yanking him out of the pit and pulling him away from the crowd; pushing him up against the venue wall and ordering him to open his mouth
the glaze that falls over his eyes concerns him even as he obediently lets his mouth fall open. he was right; the punk’s severely dehydrated, tongue and gums far to pale and along with the look in his eyes, he half-thinks he’s about to drop
he reflexively tightens his hold on his jaw to keep him up and the punk shivers, a flush creeping up his neck. an almost confused arousal joins the haze in his eyes and ghost smirks beneath his mask
looks like metal shows aren’t the only thing the punk is new to