#kore reads warriors

[kore-cryptid]

SHES NOT GREY!!!!!!!

we stay WINNING i hope shes so strange and off-putting shes already a genetic weirdo

[thenameswinterfics]

HEARTS OF STEEL, LOVE OF SILK

Fandom: The Last Kingdom Pairing: Sihtric x Reader Settings: Season 5, episode 1 Summary: While you and your children enjoy a peaceful, domestic life in Rumcofa, Sihtric comes up with a pleasant surprise for you. Word Count: 3,9 K Warnings: Fluff, domestic fluff, smut, bad smut, very very bad smut, p in v sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), breeding kink, Daddy Sihtric is a warning itself. A/N: This fic was totally unplanned at first. It came out after a month and half of writing's block. I have planned no outline, no general guidelines, so sorry if you see a messy writing and some rushed parts. This is my first time writing smut, so I apologise if you'll find some horrors inside. This is a birthday present for my beloved @foxyanon . Hope you like it. If you're not, as I told you, you're free to cancel me. A special thanks to @zaldritzosrose , @legitalicat and @sylasthegrim for being a continuous inspiration and helping me with the fic, especially for the last part.

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE. I APOLOGISE IN ADVANCE FOR MY GRAMMAR AND VOCABULARY MISTAKES.

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Winter came to Rumcofa in the blink of an eye, even faster than you could have imagined, unlike the village you once called home. However, you would be lying if you said that the cold season brought nothing but atmospheric surroundings. The white, soft snow covered part of the village streets all the way to the wooden dock, the frost clinging to the planks like delicate lace. The trees had been stripped of their leaves, but their bare branches were adorned with pure white, along with some water plants sprouting along the sides of the dock. The harsh temperatures didn't stop the merchants from coming and going as they reached the village by boat, some even staying the night and enjoying the evening bustle of the alehouse, warming their bodies with a hot meal and ale.

You didn't mind walking the streets at this time of year, the hustle and bustle of the village warming the air with a pleasant buzz. But there were days like this when you simply basked in the warmth of your home, a modest but cosy hut that provided a safe nest from the biting cold outside.

Signe, your daughter, was content to sit on your lap, her legs swinging happily and her eyelids half closed as you ran the palm of your hand through her silky hair, your bone comb gently untangling a few pesky knots. A soft hum escaped your lips, a soothing melody accompanied by the crackle of the fire, as your eyes wandered to your two youngest twins, Kare and Kore, playing peacefully on the warm fur on the floor, with a few wooden toys scattered about.

A buzz of voices outside caught your attention, a deep male voice followed by two shrill ones. And as the door of your hut swung open, you recognised the voices of your husband, Sihtric, followed by your first and third sons, Hindr and Ivar, the latter hoisted onto his father's broad shoulder. You saw the twins raise their heads, run to their father and cling to his shirt, tugging at it as Sihtric's free hand roamed over their small heads, playfully ruffling their hair with a wide grin on his face.

Years had passed, and Sihtric had become one of Uhtred's most trusted allies and friends, and a formidable warrior, earning him the nickname, along with Finan and Osferth, of "Uhtred's Pretty Boys". Yet despite his newfound confidence, you could see in his gaze the same shy warrior you had met many years ago in Coccham, on one of your usual stops on your lonely journeys. You were a warrior not bound to any lord, and Sihtric had been sworn under Uhtred's protection some years ago.

You could remember all the stolen glances you shared that night in the alehouse, and how he looked away quickly when he met your eyes, the flush in his cheeks visible in the dim light. It took some time for you to get to know him better, and at first you thought the Dane didn't enjoy your company, for he fled at the first opportunity.

But Sihtric loved you, of course he did. A love so fierce and sincere that it would move even the hardest of the gods. And because he loved you so much, he feared to disappoint you: he was born a bastard, with nothing to give you in return but his skill with the sword. It was not until you joined Uhtred's warriors a few months later that you got to know each other well, and the spark of love exploded like a fire in the middle of the forest. After a short courtship, Sihtric asked his lord for permission to marry you, and he eagerly agreed.

The gods blessed your union with the arrival of your first child, a boy you both named Hindr. Three years later, your union was blessed again with the arrival of Signe, who Sihtric affectionately called "my little princess". While you loved your two children dearly, you both agreed that there was room in your love nest for one more, and a few years later Ivar was born. 

Your fourth pregnancy came as a surprise, as neither of you had planned to welcome another child into your family. Sihtric was reluctantly forced to leave his family to follow Uhtred in his attempt to retake Bebbanburg, and while he was busy defending the borders of Mercia, you gave birth alone, bringing two healthy twins into the world. You were reunited after the Siege of Winchester, and after shedding tears of joy for his children, he vowed to be a more present father and husband and make up for lost time.

"Let me come with you, Papa!" was the whining voice of Hindr, tugging at his father's sleeve to get his attention. The Dane lowered Ivar to the ground, and after he both kissed his sons' foreheads, he bent over his firstborn.

"It's still too dangerous for you, Hindr," Sihtric chided in a calm but firm tone, his calloused fingers stroking the child's cheek and chuckling at his son's little pout. "One day you will join me. I promise you." He finished, kissing the top of his head.

Then he rose and approached you and Signe by the fire. As soon as he was in your presence, he bent over you, holding two small flowers in one of his hands.

"One for my little princess," the Dane said softly, placing one of the flowers in his daughter's hand and gently pressing his lips to her forehead, to which Signe responded with a shy, silent nod. "And one for my queen," he added, leaning his face over yours and sealing your lips with a tender and lingering kiss. You closed your eyes, savouring the moment as a pleasant and familiar warmth spread through your chest. It had been a long time since you and Sihtric had shared an act of intimacy, and caring for five children took time away from even a brief kiss.

But the time was up, and soon you were forced to break the kiss and watch as Sihtric hurriedly took his sword. "Are you leaving already?" you asked, a hint of disappointment in your voice. Sihtric looked over at you as he took one of the twins in his arms.

"The Blood Month, my love," the Dane said, content to be surrounded by his wife and children, "Our boy Aethelstan is ready for his first hunt and we will join him.”

You hummed in understanding, your body mechanically combing Signe's hair while your mind was elsewhere. You loved your children, they all had your blood and Sihtric's running through their veins. But you were a warrior before you were a mother, and the time you spent on the battlefield with your husband was a distant memory. But Sihtric seemed to sense your discomfort, and he approached you once more before putting Kore down. 

"I swear we will celebrate the next Blood Month together, my love," the Dane reassured you in a soothing voice and gave you a final kiss before saying goodbye to his children one by one. Before leaving the hut, he stroked Hindr's hair once more. "Protect your Mama and siblings while I'm gone, little warrior."

"As if his mother could not protect herself," you scolded playfully, rolling your eyes dramatically. Sihtric replied with a loud chuckle, his eyes sparkling with affection as he crossed the threshold of the door.

"I know you can, my fierce shield maiden," he replied with a grin, closing the door behind him.

You quickened your pace as you reached the alehouse, holding the twin's small hands in yours. Sihtric followed ahead of you, a small axe taken from Hindr sheathed in his leather belt, as he watched his three eldest children run through the building. 

The hunt had gone well, except for one unforeseen event that no one had anticipated. Sihtric told you how Aethelstan had been attacked by three men, but had somehow managed to kill one and survive almost unharmed. It was not a boar they had sacrificed, but at least the Blood Month tradition was somehow expected. But it was the unexpected arrival of Eadith that took everyone by surprise: Uhtred and his men knew she had left after the events in Mercia and Winchester, but no one expected her to pay a sudden visit to Rumcofa.

The alehouse was warm, the flickering fire of candles dancing through the tables and casting a cosy glow on the wooden walls. The aroma of ale filled the air, the clatter of mugs and the cheerful chatter and laughter of the men adding to the convivial atmosphere. 

With each mug of ale in hand, the whole group stood still and circled around Eadith as she told them the stories of how she had come to Frankia and how she had learned and honed her skills as a healer. As the conversation continued, you could see the surprise in the redhead's eyes when she recognised Aethelstan among the men, and you couldn't blame her. 

You remember how King Edward's bastard son was taken under Uhtred's protection and raised among you: the child knew nothing of the dangers of the world, spending his early years in a monastery, his cocoon shielded from the outside world. Most of the time he ended up in your and Sihtric's care, and together with Cynlaef you raised them as your sons, the boys calling your own their little siblings. But now they were grown men, and you looked at them with pride and emotion: you and Sihtric still had your own children to love and cherish, but you would be lying if you said you missed those moments.

"This is Sihtric's wife," Uhtred said to Eadith, pointing to you with the mug in his hands, "and all of her and Sihtric's little pack that populate this town."

"Five children can hardly populate Rumcofa, Uhtred," you replied with a smile, your fingers gently stroking Signe's hair.

"Perhaps the gods will be on our side and bless our union again," Sihtric added, his hand slipping from your shoulder to your flat stomach. It was no secret that you both longed for another child, but you both knew that you were not the young and fresh couple you once were, and your ageing bodies made that dream distant and uncertain. 

"Perhaps you should ask your gods for a little nudge," Finan snorted lightly, holding Ingrith by the waist and your son Kare in his arms. In the midst of the laughter, you could see Finan and Sihtric exchanging a knowing look that surprised you, but did not carry much weight.

The conversation continued until sundown, when the sun set, giving way to the moon, and the orange of the sky was replaced by a deep blue dotted with stars.

As you entered your hut, you threw your cloak and boots onto the nearest chair, tossed your hair aside and tried to undo the laces of your dress. Sihtric was the last to enter, closing the door behind him, unbuckling his belt and placing his weapons against the nearest wall. 

When you turned to look at him, you noticed that something was wrong: everything was quiet, too quiet for a family with five children. You would expect chaos after a day at the alehouse, your husband running over his children in a playful catch, or just you and Sihtric sitting by the fire playing with them before tucking them into bed. But they were nowhere to be seen.

“Where is our little pack?” you asked with a hint of worry in your voice, frustration rising as you struggled to untie your laces.

"With Finan and Ingrith," Sihtric replied casually, his voice dropping as he approached from behind. Had you listened more closely, you would have heard a bit of hoarseness in his voice. "I asked them to look after our children for the night." 

The Dane put his hands on your waist and pulled you gently from behind, pressing your back against his chest. You could feel his hot breath against your skin, his facial hair tingling your skin as he planted soft kisses on the side of your neck. 

"I would have preferred to be informed of this idea of yours, Sihtric," you sighed, lifting your head to give him better access to your neck. You felt a shiver run down your spine, a strange but familiar warmth blooming in your lower abdomen: you could not remember the last time Sihtric had made your head spin and your body tremble with pleasure, the sounds of your moans echoing in your head.

“Is it so wrong to surprise you, little wife?” he whispered in your ear. 

His teeth slowly grazed the skin of your neck. It was only meant as a tease, a way to have you fully entranced by him. Your words began to come out in broken, stuttered responses as you tried to think of anything coherent. 

"Help me undo these laces and you will see how wrong you are," you replied courtly and sharply breathed, feigning offence in that remaining moment of lucidity. But your veil of resoluteness soon fell as you felt his rough hands cross your back, one of his tattooed fingers tracing your spine in a fluid motion. And as you sighed at the sensation of him touching the laces of your dress, a loud gasp escaped your mouth as you heard the muffled sound of a tear, the movement so unexpected that you lost your balance and were forced to place your hands on the table.

"Ah, m-my dress!" you hissed, your eyelids half open at the feel of his mouth kissing and nibbling your exposed skin, from the nape of your neck to your shoulders. "You tore one of your gifts-"

"I will buy you another one," Sihtric cut you off with a low murmur, savouring every inch of you with his mouth, "I will buy you the finest gown in all of Northumbria, if you allow me," the Dane continued, working his way up from your shoulder to your earlobe, nibbling gently, "but you know I will always prefer you without your clothes on."

All hope of maintaining self-control was lost when his hands began to squeeze your breasts as he sank his teeth into your tender flesh. You moaned loudly, your mind clouded with too much pleasure as you pressed against his body: Sihtric let out a low, guttural moan as he felt his throbbing cock pressed against your arse, sinking his teeth deeper into your shoulders. 

He had waited too long for this moment, and had he had the chance, he would have stripped you naked and humped you on the kitchen table. But in his eyes you were his queen and goddess, ready to throw away his pleasure to satisfy yours first.

Instead, Sihtric spun you around and sat you on the table while he quickly revealed your breasts, slightly swollen from all the time you had spent carrying and feeding your children. His lips trailed down your throat, his tongue tasting the saltiness of your skin as he finally reached for your breast, his mouth enveloping and sucking gently as he cupped the other one in his hand, teasing your hardening nipple with his fingers. Shrieks and whimpers were your only sounds, accompanied by your soft moans as you rolled your eyes back, your back arching as you surrendered to the pleasure of the moment, the warmth in your abdomen spreading uncontrollably. 

You could feel your core pulsing with excitement, a burning sensation that felt like sweet torture to you, loud sighs mixed with your screams as you desperately searched for something to relieve you. The wetness between your legs only increased as you felt one of Sihtric's hands push up your skirt, his fingers trailing up your inner thigh as they reached your warm cunt. 

"Already so wet for me, my love?" the Dane asked in a hoarse voice, teasing your core with a few strokes before pushing a finger inside you, the intrusion unexpected but pleasurable at the same time. You almost forgot how thick his fingers were as he stroked inside you, how often he let your body float and how much your legs trembled at his touch. 

Babbling and rambling words were the only thing you could say, your rational self temporarily gone. His name, called out like a ritual chant in a breathless voice, was the only word you could manage, your low throaty voice reaching his ears like a distant melody, frustrating him as his cock grew impatient in his breeches. But he knew he would postpone his pleasure for much longer, not before he made you squirm and scream his name loudly until your lungs were empty of air.

"How much I missed this," Sihtric whispered, leaning his head towards you, "how much I missed us." 

"Sihtric," you sighed as his lips met yours, the kiss far from the gentle one you had shared in the morning. It was a needy, bruising kiss that told a story of longing touch and pent-up passion, of two souls locking their primary desires for the sake of their family. 

Sihtric's tongue parted, the tip finding an entrance into your parted lips. You allowed him to enter your mouth, your tongues meeting in a frenzied dance as you swallowed another loud moan and felt another finger penetrate you. You inadvertently moved your hips towards him, moaning at how perfectly his thick fingers stretched inside you, his wriggles teasing and rubbing your tight walls. 

Your husband could feel your hips moving frantically against his hand, your arse slapping against his open palm and your walls tightening against his fingers, a signal that your climax was reaching its breaking point. But he had no intention of letting you finish like that: he needed to remember how you tasted, to savour you and drink you all up. 

He gently pushed you back, wanting to lay you down and bury his head in your thighs. But you quickly grabbed his wrist and stopped him, a frustrated moan escaping his lips.

"Not here," you murmured breathlessly, your body still trembling from the pleasure you had just received. For as much as you could not wait to release your own excitement, you would never let him take you on the table. 

Sihtric's impatience grew as he scooped you up in his arms, carried you in front of the fire and laid you on the warm furs. Your lips entwined again in hungry and lustful kisses as you both undressed, Sihtric tearing your dress to shreds while you removed his with gentle movements, letting them fall with a soft thud. 

You both stood naked by the fire, his lips moving quickly down, tasting and biting your skin from throat to belly, until he spread your legs in desperation, his head trapped between your thighs. His breath was hot against your folds, the heat from his mouth so pleasant and arousing that you would have closed your legs and found some friction had Sihtric not spread them with his hands. He teased your wet core with the tip of his tongue, but the taste of you was so intoxicating that all restraint was lost. First a lick, then his tongue penetrated your folds, devouring you like prey after a day's hunting. Your head began to spin, moans and whimpers escaping your lips as your fingers trailed over his curls, tugging wildly at them, causing the Dane to grunt and moan in return. 

You reached your peak quickly, coming on his tongue as he eagerly lapped up your release. Your thighs trembled under his grip, which caused Sihtric to chuckle next to your folds. 

“Good girl, such a pretty wife I have,” he said quietly with a kiss to each thigh. “Are you willing to give me one more?” 

Before you could even answer, he allowed you to taste yourself on his lips as he positioned himself between your legs, his cock twitching painfully as his own arousal desperately needed to be released. Keeping your legs spread, he spat on his tip and after a few strokes, he positioned himself at your entrance and thrust into you in one swift motion. It took all his willpower not to fuck you at speed: instead he chose a slow approach, his length stretching inside you like a sweet torture. He was slow at first, creating a careful rhythm, knowing how sensitive you were.

“Do not be so gentle now, husband,” you said softly as you leaned up. Your lips ghosted across his chest, then his collarbone, creating a trail of chills as you went. His thrusts faltered a bit as he shuddered with each kiss. “I am not some fragile flower, I can take it.”

Your leg wrapped around his hips, allowing him deeper inside you as you angled your hips up. One hand gripped your thigh, holding your leg tightly around him, while the other braced itself on the furs, holding his weight. A string of curse came out with every thrust, now deeper and harder. 

The crackling of the fire could not hide the vocal chaos you two were making, the room filled with your whimpers and moans, Sihtric panting and grunting as he fucked you deep and hard, hissing under his teeth every time you tugged at his curls wildly. One of his hands moved from your hips to your flat stomach, the circling movements gentle in contrast to his rough movements.

“How good would it be to see you round with my pup again,” he whispered with an animalistic growl, never faltering his pace as you both rocked against each other’s hips.

“I would like to, husband” you whined, arching your back and head as he hit a sensitive spot. “But I am afraid my body could not bear another pup inside me,” 

Upon hearing your words, Sihtric lowered over you, kissing the contour of your jaw gently, “Never underestimate the workings of the gods, my love,” he whispered with a hoarse voice, “We do not know what-”

A choked moan escaped his throat, grunting against your neck as he quickened the pace once more, his own climax on the verge of the release. The grip on your hips tightened into a bruised vice, your walls clenching around him, eagerly awaiting his release.

"Fuck, please," you let out a sharp breath as you clung to him, your nails digging into his back until they left scratches. Your senses were sharpened by the growing wave of pleasure, leaving you temporarily stunned as you felt your own release coming. 

"Come to me, my queen," was the gruff voice of Sihtric you heard, praising you and whispering honeyed words before you both came simultaneously, wetting his cock with your fluids as your walls milked him of all his seed. When he pulled himself out, you both collapsed on the furs, both a terrible mess, but neither of you wanted to leave each other's embrace. You remained entwined for minutes that seemed an eternity, your fingers intertwined as you opened your eyes.

"Sihtric," you called out breathlessly, feeling the Dane's head rise against your neck, "What if the gods do not bless us with another pup?" 

Your question made Sihtric smile fondly, his rough hand resting on your cheeks as your lips met in a tender kiss.

"Then I will thank them for giving me a beautiful wife and five loving children to love and cherish with my whole heart."

If you've come this far, thank you so much for reading my fic! Hope you enjoyed it!

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Yu-Gi-Oh! Go Rush!! Episode 75 Sub Release

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Below are translation notes, so spoilers ahead.

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Kuaidul

I know DMC romanized this as "Kaidoul" and while I initially did like this, upon hearing the characters say this name and how much they emphasize the wai sound in it, it would be better to have a romanization that reflects that sound as well.

As well, if his name is spelled this way (Kuaidul), it keeps the funny pun that exists in it. Kuai as in the Chinese 快, which means "quick" or "fast". And dul like duel. So altogether quick duels............ Rush Duels.

コレガシ / "koregashi"

In another direct parallel to Yuudias, Kuaidul uses the personal pronoun koregashi in comparison to Yuudias' soregashi.

In Japanese, kore is used to refer to something that is close to you, the speaker, while sore is used to refer to something close to another person, like the listener.

Given that Kuaidul's VA is the same as the narrator in early Go Rush episodes (the one that did "Yuudias Velgear... a warrior of the galaxy" intro and so on), this may have been intentional to reflect how Kuaidul has not only played everyone in the show, but we the audience as well.

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Anyway this was a really great episode! I hope you enjoy and have a good time! I love reading people's reactions to it.

[emmawrxght]

@rowanivar location: Grazie's, a booth with a view. notes: u fucked with the wrong bitch

It had been a month since all of this had ended. Since the war had come to a close and Rowan had told her that Gabriel wasn’t coming back. She’d waited for him in The Void, waited to bring his soul to the other side so the two of them might have one, final goodbye. The two of them were never saying farewell, it didn’t seem like it was the nature of Emma and Gabe’s relationship. Once upon a time she’d been a coward who’d folded up a note and left it behind, a few tearstained words in lieu of an actual parting. He was the one person Emma didn’t think she’d ever been able to say goodbye to, the one person that Emma hated imagining being apart from. Not even Micah had had that title before, not Emory either. Rowan was arguably new but indelibly important because for all that she was she knew that she had the witch to thank. 

It had been a month since all of this had ended, and while Emma had seen Rowan scarcely here and there the palpable shift between them was evident. She would pass his shop under the light of day, sometimes visible… Sometimes not, and she’d watch him through the window as he spoke with his employees, or he consulted with a client. Once he’d caught her eye and she’d waved, then he waved back; they both smiled, and then Emma had kept walking. Appointments to keep, business to attend to, that sort of thing. Yes, she was dead, but the renegotiation of the contract she’d made with Kore gave a chance at liberty that she’d never known in life. Purpose and a sort of fulfilment that she’d always lacked before. 

Micah was in Emory and Abel’s hands now, their father’s as well. Emma wouldn’t feel this light if she didn’t trust that those that surrounded her brother now were more than capable of keeping him grounded. He, too, was embarking on a new and exciting journey. The life of an eladrin; Micah had never wanted that for himself, in fact, she suspected there was likely a part of him that hated it. When Emma was a little girl she’d spent her nights filling her head with beautiful, fanciful tales. With stories of princes and fairies, of a Queen that Emma would come to learn was her grandmother. In her childhood she’d have felt lighter than air at the prospect, but the truth was that life was only ever what you made of it.

Emma was free now, free to see the world that had been denied to her. She could dance until dawn, she could pilgrimage across the wastes, she could trek through the Amazon, or she could spend an entire afternoon reading by the beach. Agency and privilege that she owed in part to what Gabriel had given up; hope, chance, and freedom. The reaper would never forget anything, she refused, she would remember every moment that this realm had suffered, and she would remember every moment that Gabriel had fought. Her beautiful, broken warrior, the dhampir who’d walked through fire more times than she could count. He’d survived the cut of The Eye’s knife, not once, but twice. He’d withstood the fires of the end of the world and still managed to be the sort of man that Emma had always known him to be. 

She would never forget him, but neither could she squander his gift, and she would not allow Rowan to do the same on her account. For strength Emma returned to Gabriel’s statue, unbeknownst to her this was the beginning of a sort of anniversary. November 20th would be the place of their appointment, where she’d sit beside his statue and tell him of her tales and of her journeys. Emma would tell him of the people she’d met, and the places that she had seen. She would tell him that she missed him, her dear friend, her lover, and her confidant. She missed the way his eyes battled sadness with a smile, and how he managed to breathe life back into a woman who’d thought herself a shell. 

So, in an inconspicuous diner with a nice but quaint view, Emma sat opposite the third component of what had been one of her most significant relationships to date. “I heard you joined the Amaranthus,” Emma commended, they were a proud coven, powerful, and slipping over the precipice of reform. “I’m proud of you.” 

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@minarcana continued from here

"It wasn't you, actually." Kore admitted warmly glancing between Urianger to where Thancred is now crouching with Ryne in the dirt.

Warmly she turns her gaze back towards Urianger. "He'd always spoke of you so fondly when I first joined the Scions," Kore recalled. She then rose her eyes to mimick Urianger's old goggles, "And I could hardly read you with those big old things you used to wear." She teased, a snorted laugh leaving her before she quieted herself.

She found it strange to hear Urianger refer to it as a frivolity. "I guess I assumed you two wouldn't want to waste more time," she explained, "but I know marriage isn't for everyone. Trust me, I used to be engaged." She leaned her shoulder into Urianger's to watch the three out ahead.

"I'm just happy to see you both happy." Rocking forward with some effort, the Warrior of Light rose, extending a hand to help the Astrologian up as well. "Let's go see what they're prodding at."

[mooncakewitch]

The Deal of Patriarchy

My earlier work was the Matriarchy Rules the Patriarchy; a piece talking about the Story of Persephone centering on the battle between Mother and Father, with the Mother being victorious over the rights of her children. I said that I would come back to discuss Persephone herself later, and this is later.

I loved this story when I was little. However, I was unsure as to the meaning behind my infatuation with a girl who gets kidnapped and for all purposes is the damsel of the story while I was more into the Warrior female archetype story as a young girl. This always puzzled me and after decades of constantly going back to the original text to re-read this ancient tale, my perspective of it has shifted a multitude of times to see a holistic viewpoint of the story. Mainly by asking the most obvious question,” Why did Persephone go completely without a voice during the most important decision of her life?”

To reiterate the importance of her marriage prospects, remember that Persephone is only given her individual name after she’s been married off, for the majority of the story she is known as Kore. Kore literally means young maiden; from the beginning this girl has no identity other than being a young girl. After her marriage she is given individuality that matches her new title. If she had married anyone else her name would be different. Yet, she is given no say as to any of it at all. Why? Why does her Father, Mother, and even Hades have more say in this decision Kore?

A few reasons as to why this is that is based on assumption what could be going on in this story; she could actually be a young maiden that just became of marrying age (10 years old at the youngest). But the other most accurate reason is that her voice did not matter because she was not seen as a full person in which matters of her marriage needed her approval. Her desire or want for marriage was never considered because she as an individual did not matter to her Father Zeus or her to-be husband Hades. This was a matter of commerce; Zeus paying off his debts to his brother with his daughter being the commodity. What happened to Persephone after she was sold off and sent to the Underworld goes unsaid. Whatever Hades did or did not do to Persephone was none of anyone's business because she belonged to him now. We as women assume that nothing bad is happening to Kore/Persephone while she is with her. It’s not that we just blindly assume that everything is paradise in the underworld, we have  to believe that nothing bad is happening to her. We have  to believe that Hades is just a misunderstood, stoic, reserved, loving, gentleman that would love and respect Persephone and her personhood. 

Why? 

What would women have to face if that was not the truth? That the truth of men is that they care nothing for your personhood and making sure you are protected & provided for like the patriarchal dictates. The worst part of this realization is that your own father is on this scheme. They are the ones who promise you as a little girl that they will protect you from the scary monsters- the dragons, but the reality is that they are the ones making deals with those monsters and selling you to them for the highest bidder. I know this is true, because we men justify their bad behavior towards women daily. Even the so-called “good men” get quiet or even defensive against you, the women, when you speak out against their actions. We see documentaries and read history books of young girls being married off to men 3x their ages, they can pump them full of kids till it literally kills them. We see stories of child prostitues and 11 year old girls being raped by men in their own family. We see this story of Persephone everywhere, so why are we giving it a false narrative? We know what was happening to Kore in the Underworld, we see it happening in real time on the news. We will see more of it with the overturning of Roe V. Wade. We know, but we willfully remain ignorant to it. 

Why? 

I ask this question to myself as I have just recently come to this realization at 27 years old. How and why did I ignore the main problem of this story? That it was the Father selling off his daughter to his brother to repay his debt that was the main problem with this story and this is the great deal of Patriarchy that women must adhere to. You are a bargaining chip and not a full human being because you are a woman. I realized this after I saw it for myself in my father. I saw how abusive he was, how he hated my independence and my outspokenness and tried to weaponize it against me ( even though he was the one that initially fueled this independence within me).  It devastated me, frightened me, and then enraged me. I was enraged to the point where I wanted to commit murder. I truly have no one to champion me. That is the reality that I believe most women and girls don’t want to admit this truth themselves. Most women would fall into despair and anguish, they’re already falling into it now with the growing number of men being affiliated with the “Red pill” and “Free Men” agenda causing men to get even more violent against women than they already were. 

So what is a young girl to do? 

According to the story, she should look to her mother. Did not Demeter champion her daughter, and have her return to her? Yet, women don’t look at that in the way that it is written, and instead attack Demeter. It is women who called Demeter overbearing, possessive, covetous, and jealous of Persephone for her beauty and youth, so she hides her away and rejects male advances towards her. Where did they get that from? Their own mothers, I suspect. The Gods that asked for Persephone in marriage to Demeter (Ares, Hermes, Apollo, and Hephaestus) were not good choices of husbands if anyone has bothered to read even one story about their misadventures in relationships. So, was it really Demeter being covetous or her seeing men for the men that they are? She is older, wiser, she knows the games that men play, she isn’t motivated by lust to play the game and bargain that girls do. She knows what men will do to her daughter if they take her away. This is different from modern women and her mothers. The modern day mother doesn’t champion their daughter, she helps to set them up for this patriarchal exchange. She will blame the daughter for the men’s behavior. She will sit idly while the men in the house sexually abuse the daughter from a young age. She will push and shame the daughter into marriage and be jealous of her daughter's accomplishments in life. Your mother is not Demeter, the Matriarchal Mother. Your mother would not bring an entire civilization to the brink of annihilation for your freedom. Your mother won’t even do it for herself. I believe most women cannot fantham having a mother like this, so they must twist the story to fit the Patriarchal mother that we are all used to living with. 

On a side note, I had a question that I brought up about why Kore’s name was changed to Persephone? We all know that Persephone translates to the bringer of death, however in the story, it was Demeter who brought death to the Pantheon, so why give that name to Kore? Unless it’s Kore who now decides if the Pantheon is met with death again. Her mother brings famine/winter when Persephone is not around, so if Hades refuses to let Persephone leave the Underworld, then the whole Pantheon suffers. If Persephone tells Demeter that Hades is cheating on her like all his brothers due to their wives, belittling her, or mistreating her, the Pantheon suffers. This would explain the lovely dynamic shared between Hades and Persephone; the whole Patheon is now compelled to keep Hades in line for fear of Demeter’s wraith. Demeter’s wraith is tempered by the state of her daughter. The entire state of the Pantheon rests with her wellbeing, so calling her the bringer of death is appropriate. This is how Matriarchy wins. 

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[dfroza]

“This is exactly what I was appointed to do—tell everyone His story—

as a herald, an emissary, a teacher of the outsiders in faith and the truth. (Listen, I promise it’s all true. I’m not lying.)”

do you see how the spirit is reborn by coming to “believe…” in the heart about the True illumination of the eternal Son and speaking of this faith through the lips by declaring (a pure confession) that Yeshua (Jesus) is Lord, who is both Messiah (Christ and Savior) and the heavenly King of kings (& queens) of earth?

and do you see that welcoming the entrance of the Spirit is an internal baptism (inside, Anew) who has promised rebirth of the body, transforming what is physical into eternal?

and that a baptism of the body in earth’s water is a sign of what has taken place in (the inner room)

this is the beautiful simplicity of (A new covenant of grace) that doesn’t take any “work” on our part, just the bravery of trust and the courage of hope in what has already been done for us by our Creator’s Love through cleansing us of the curse of sin and death

(to be redeemed from the death sentence of being separated from God)

Today’s reading of the Scriptures from the New Testament is the 2nd chapter of the letter of 1st Timothy:

So, first and foremost, I urge God’s people to pray. They should make their requests, petitions, and thanksgivings on behalf of all humanity. Teach them to pray for kings (or anyone in high places for that matter) so that we can lead quiet, peaceful lives—reverent, godly, and holy— all of which is good and acceptable before the eyes of God our Savior who desires for everyone to be saved and know the truth. Because

There is one God and one Mediator between God and us—

the man Jesus, God’s Anointed,

Who gave His life as a ransom for all

so that we might have freedom.

The testimony was given to me at just the right time. This is exactly what I was appointed to do—tell everyone His story—as a herald, an emissary, a teacher of the outsiders in faith and the truth. (Listen, I promise it’s all true. I’m not lying.)

So here’s what you tell them; here’s what I want to see: Men, pray wherever you are. Reach your holy hands to heaven—without rage or conflict—completely open. Women, the same goes for you: dress properly, modestly, and appropriately. Don’t get carried away in grooming your hair or seek beauty in glittering gold, pearls, or expensive clothes. Instead, as is fitting, let good works decorate your true beauty and show that you are a woman who claims reverence for God. It’s best if a woman learns quietly and orderly in complete submission.

Now, Timothy, it’s not my habit to allow women to teach in a way that wrenches authority from a man. As I said, it’s best if a woman learns quietly and orderly. This is because Adam was formed first by God, then Eve. Plus, it wasn’t Adam who was tricked; it was she—the woman was the one who was fooled and disobeyed God’s command first. Still, God, in His faithfulness, will deliver her through childbearing as long as she remains in faith and love and holiness with self-restraint.

The Letter of 1st Timothy, Chapter 2 (The Voice)

Today’s paired chapter of the Testaments is the 26th chapter of the book of 1st Chronicles about various assigned duties for the Temple and guarding it:

The duties of the Levite gatekeepers were performed by the Korahites, specifically by the descendants of Meshelemiah (Kore’s son, of the sons of Asaph).

Meshelemiah fathered sons: Zechariah the firstborn, Jediael the second, Zebadiah the third, Jathniel the fourth, Elam the fifth, Johanan the sixth, and Eliehoenai the seventh.

God blessed Obed-edom, another gatekeeper, with sons: Shemaiah the firstborn, Jehozabad the second, Joah the third, Sacar the fourth, Nethanel the fifth, Ammiel the sixth, Issachar the seventh, and Peullethai the eighth. Obed-edom’s son Shemaiah fathered sons who ruled their family, for they were mighty warriors. They were Othni, Rephael, Obed, and Elzabad, whose brothers (Elihu and Semachiah) were valiant men. These and their relatives were the lineage of Obed-edom; all were capable men with strength for the service in the temple, and 62 from this family served.

Meshelemiah had other sons and relatives, 18 valiant men.

Hosah (one of the sons of Merari) fathered sons who served as gatekeepers: Shimri the first (although he was not the firstborn son, his father made him the primary inheritor), Hilkiah the second, Tebaliah the third, and Zechariah the fourth. These sons plus Hosah’s other brothers numbered 13.

All these divisions of gatekeepers, the chief men, performed specific duties (similar to their relatives’ duties) when ministering in the temple of the Eternal. Like the other divisions, the weak and the mighty, the students and the teachers, used a system of lots to determine which gates they would guard according to their family lineage.

The eastern gate went to the family of Shelemiah. Since his family was larger than Obed-edom’s and Shuppim’s, Shelemiah’s son Zechariah also drew lots for control of a gate. Zechariah, a prudent counselor, received control of the northern gate. Obed-edom received control of the southern gate, and his sons went to work the temple storehouse within the gates. Shuppim and Hosah were together given the western gate (which is near the gate of Shallecheth, on the ascending road). The guards stood side by side at their posts. Each day six Levites guarded the east side, four guarded the north, and four guarded the south. The storehouses were guarded in shifts, two by two. At the Parbar, a building adjacent to the temple on the western side, four guarded the highway and two guarded the Parbar itself. These were the duties of the Korahite and Merarite gatekeepers.

Other Levites, relatives of the Korahites and Merarites, were over the treasury—both the temple’s treasures and the sacred treasures. The sons of Ladan (son of Gershon), specifically the Jehielites, were the leaders of the families descended from Ladan the Gershonite. Jehieli’s sons, Zetham and Joel his brother, were in charge of the treasures in the temple of the Eternal. The Amramites, the Izharites, the Hebronites, and the Uzzielites performed other duties in the temple. Shebuel (son of Gershom, the son of Moses), was the ruler of the treasures. His relative, Eliezer, had five sons in the service of the treasury: Rehabiah, Jeshaiah, Joram, Zichri, and Shelomoth. Shelomoth and his relatives were in charge of all the dedicated treasures which King David, the tribal leaders, the commanders of thousands and hundreds, and the commanders of the army had dedicated after their battles. Part of their spoils won in battles were used to repair the house of the Eternal, which was the congregation tent at that time. Others who dedicated spoils to the treasury included Samuel the seer, Saul (son of Kish), Abner (son of Ner), and Joab (son of Zeruiah). All of the holdings of dedicated gifts in the treasury were cared for by Shelomoth and his relatives.

The Izharites acted as officers and judges throughout Israel. Chenaniah and his sons were given the duty of protecting the people outside of the temple.

The Hebronites oversaw Israel’s duties east and west of the Jordan River. Hashabiah and his relatives—1,700 capable men—performed such duties for the Eternal and in the service of the king to the west of the river. The Hebronites who were led by Jerijah were evaluated according to their lineage during David’s 40th year as king. Many of them were deemed great men, especially those at Jazer of Gilead. Jerijah and his relatives, these capable men, numbered 2,700 and were the leaders of their families. Because of their exceptional abilities, King David made them overseers of the Reubenites, the Gadites, and the half-tribe of the Manassites, all located east of the Jordan River, watching how these tribes behaved toward their God and king.

The Book of 1st Chronicles, Chapter 26 (The Voice)

A note from The Voice translation:

One of the most interesting and indeed essential observations from these tribal and ancestry lists is the organic and symbiotic nature of the Israelite community. Every person in every tribe has his or her responsibility for the community as a whole. If certain persons are not guarding the various gates of the city, then marauders and bandits can easily attack. If certain persons are not playing instruments or singing, then the community is without leadership in corporate worship and praise of the Lord and His many benevolent and redemptive acts toward Israel. In the following sections, the specific lists of persons indicate roles both in the worship ethic and in the military life of Israel.

A link to my personal reading of the Scriptures for Sunday, february 12 of 2023 with a paired chapter from each Testament of the Bible along with Today’s Proverbs and Psalms

A post by John Parsons about a “surrendering” to grace:

Sin is defined as the transgression of Torah (i.e., ἀνομία) in the Scriptures (1 John 3:4), and at root such rebellion comes from an unwillingness to trust that what God wants is your deepest happiness. Because of this, sin goes “out of bounds” and expresses itself as the desire to control one's life, to define "the good" (or the bad) on its own terms: to “eat of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil” (Gen. 2:17).

Surrender, on the other hand, gives up control and relies upon God's care. It relaxes because it accepts God's love as a gift and not as something to be earned. Meister Eckhart said it this way, "God is not attained by a process of addition to anything in the soul, but by a process of subtraction." In other words, we don't need to do anything to be free, though we must "get out of the way" for the Holy Spirit to do the work in us. "If the Son shall set you free, you shall be free indeed" (John 8:36). Set us free, O precious Lord!

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SHABBAT SHALOM FRIENDS!

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Proverbs 3:5-6 reading:

https://hebrew4christians.com/Blessings/Blessing_Cards/prov3-5-6-jjp.mp3

Hebrew page pdf:

https://hebrew4christians.com/Blessings/Blessing_Cards/prov3-5-6-lesson.pdf

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Today’s message (Days of Praise) from the Institute for Creation Research

February 12, 2023

The Gospel of Prosperity

“Making request, if by any means now at length I might have a prosperous journey by the will of God to come unto you.” (Romans 1:10)

This mention of the word “prosperous” is the first of the only four occurrences of the Greek word enodoo (meaning literally “good journey” but translated “prosper” or “prosperous”) in the New Testament. Here, it is actually rendered “prosperous journey.”

It is obvious that Paul was not praying for his journey to prosper financially, for the next verse indicates his long desire had been to “impart unto you some spiritual gift, to the end ye may be established” (Romans 1:11).

However, the word has come to include any kind of prospering, as in 1 Corinthians 16:2, when Paul urged Christians to provide financial help for other Christians in need. “Upon the first day of the week let every one of you lay by him in store, as God hath prospered him,” he said.

The term can also refer to physical and spiritual health. Its two other occurrences are in 3 John 1:2: “Beloved, I wish above all things that thou mayest prosper and be in health, even as thy soul prospereth.” Unfortunately, certain teachers of these latter days have taken the biblical teaching of spiritual prosperity to mean financial prosperity, which they teach is the right of every Christian. But this “prosperity gospel” is so clearly unscriptural that it is merely a testimony to the greed of the Christians who believe it. “They that [desire to] be rich fall into temptation and a snare, and into many foolish and hurtful lusts,” warned Paul (1 Timothy 6:9). And to whatever extent God does prosper us financially, it is strictly for the purpose of helping others, not to indulge ourselves. “Charge them that are rich in this world, that...they do good, that they be rich in good works, ready to distribute” (1 Timothy 6:17-18). HMM

[jostenneil]

Hello! I saw your post about the well-written female characters so i would like to know if you have more suggestions? Any genre would do! Thank you! ( ◠‿◠ )

sure! i am going to assume you'd still like it to be anime / manga since that's what the original post centered on as well

ooku by yoshinaga fumi (manga) → this series basically operates by a reworking of jp history wherein the shogunate is largely female and served by harems of men, due to a disease several decades prior that nearly wiped out men and left women needing to fill their roles in society. the way it subverts gender roles and explores how women act when they saturate positions of power is pretty engrossing to read about!

asahinagu by kozaki ai (manga/film) → the dynamics between the girls in this are so endearing and inspiring! the protag is a timid girl who decides to join the naginata club (think japanese fencing) when its strongest member saves her from a pervert, as a way to build up her own confidence and strength. it's rly nice to see that she isn't bullied into "manning" up, rather the positive but stubborn reinforcement of her teammates pushes her to change

tokimeki tonight by ikeno koi (manga/anime) → follows the daughter of a vampire and werewolf who has the odd power of being able to change into a carbon copy of anything she bites lol! ranze has to navigate a normal life around this ability, all while falling for a human pretty boy, despite the fact that she's not allowed to fall for a human. great shenanigans, later serious arcs that are engrossing and divine, and ranze is just a rly easy to love character whom i think a lot of girls can relate to

emma by mori kaoru (manga) → good one if you're a fan of historical romance novels, although not as much wish fulfillment. follows two protags, emma and william, who fall in love in victorian england despite class differences. emma's a maid while william's part of the gentry, and obv, that complicates things. really love this one bc i think it grounds itself in a lot of realism. emma's a very well built protag, and it's interesting to see the interplay between her desire to be with william and her recognition of society's reality

skip beat by nakamura yoshiki (manga) → i mean, ok. this is a no brainer, but i'll put it here anyway since it's been running so long, there's bound to be newer audiences unaware of it. kyoko imo is one of the most awe-inspiring shoujo protags at present. she's stubborn and relentless in terms of work ethic but also very humbled by the fact that she's a newcomer to the entertainment industry with much left to learn in order to succeed. the slow burn between her and ren is Agonizing and why i ended up dropping the manga, but nonetheless, she's a wonder to watch evolve

guardian of the spirit by uehashi nahoko (novel/anime) → the protag, balsa, sets out to atone for eight deaths by deciding to save eight lives. she becomes bodyguard to a prince in the process, who's targeted for murder by his dad. balsa's very much the maker of her own life and someone who stands by her decisions regardless of others' influence, which i rly appreciate! it's also rare to see a female warrior protagonist so that's nice too lol

eureka seven (anime) → [plays days by flow and cries] i watched this over a decade ago so my memory is shite but eureka and anemone are my complicated DAUGHTERS whom i would die for please just take my word for it. it's crazy that eureka is kinda the forgotten mecha series on the western side of things bc it became so popular in japan there's like multiple animes and movies and everything idek

the ancient magus' bride by yamazaki kore (manga/anime) → aside from the fact that the anime for this is gorgeously animated and has one of the best osts i've ever heard, chise is a really unique protagonist to watch grow. she's a bit subdued in demeanor due to prior trauma from people treating her poorly due to her lack of control over her magic, but being under elias's (the ancient magus) tutelage allows her to build confidence, control, and a love for the world that she nearly lost due to people rejecting her

claymore by yagi norihiro (manga) → haven't read this in years so my memory's hazy but if you're a fan of berserk or the dark fantasy genre in general, and would like a full female cast, hello! also fun little piece of trivia but when claymores reach like peak power the feeling is likened to a "climax" and the series posits that only women were good at this so. male claymores are no more. idk it's just hilarious to me like yes men are bad at sex!

oresama teacher by tsubaki izumi (manga) → by gsnk's mangaka! about a girl gang leader who gets expelled and has to restart at a new school where a teacher encourages her to head the public morals club, which aims to reform delinquents and improve the school's enrollment figures since it's doomed with drop outs. super funny and from what i remember not rly romance focused so if you're looking for a female mc with slightly different priorities and a less standard personality in terms of shoujo, it's pretty neat

[lacrimosathedark]

Who'd like some good old fashioned name analysis?

Okay, so, I been doing so much research for Resident Evil stuff and learning shit about fairy tales and timelines and genome editing and searching for impossible Romanian poetry I got overwhelmed and went, fuck it. Why not just look at their names? Maybe I'll learn something there.

So, here I have done it. Name meanings for characters of the Mold Saga so far aka 7 and 8 aka Biohazard and Village.

(Sorry I'm on mobile I'll put a cut here when I can)

Ethan: Firm, enduring, strong, impetuous, long-lived. An incredibly consistently common and popular name. E name just like Eveline, so could be a successor of sorts to the mold.

Mia: Derivative of numerous other names of many possibilities. Mia as a word means “mine” in Italian and Spanish. Mamma Mia is a well known Italian phrase, particularly due to the ABBA song and musical of the same name, and it being the catchphrase of the Nintendo character Mario. The phrase means “my mom”.

Winters: First and last season of the year where everything becomes dormant and cold and either dies or sleeps.

Eveline: Contains “Eve”, as in both the biblical first woman. Also means a night before an event, and the game takes place in the span of one night. The name Eve means “ life”, “living one”, “mother of life”, or “giver of life”. Another possible name origin is as a variant of Aveline, which is a diminutive of Ava, which is the same pronunciation as the name Eva as pronounced in Village.

Baker: Occupational surname. In older times consider an upper-middle class job, much like the family. Also adds the emphasis of the “food” and also how they essentially make more molded.

Jack: God is gracious, supplanter. A nickname for John and other related names, but also a name in itself. It is also a word with a couple meanings, including a heavy lifting tool, to steal something, to take control of something, or an everyman.

Margueritte: Pearl. French name for ox-eyed daisy. Derived from Margaret. Sounds like maggot.

Lucas: Light. Derived from Lucius which means “the bright one” or “the one born at dawn”. Luke is also an Apostle of Jesus and was a physician.

Zoe: Life. Came from the name Eve. Fitting as Zoe was practically pushed out of the family after Eveline’s arrival, replaced as the daughter of the family.

Joe: He will add. Was added as DLC. Short for Joseph. Joseph is the name of multiple biblical figures. One is a child of Jacob and Rachel and Jacob’s favorite son in Genesis (note: Jack is a nickname for Jacob) who was sold into slavery by his jealous brothers, but rose to become vizier, the most powerful position nest to the Pharoah, and forgave his family and brought them to Egypt. One is the husband of Mary, the mother of Jesus, who loved and raised a child he knew was not his against social norms. Another is a disciple known as Joseph of Arimathea who notably took Jesus down from the cross for his burial and testified when he revived and was gone. 

Rosemary: Dew of the sea. Combination of Rose and Mary or the plant rosemary. Roses as a plant vary in meaning depending on color. Mary and its variations have many differing meanings, among them being, “beloved”, “love”, “bitter”, “rebellious”, “wished-for child”, and “drop of the sea”. There are also the allusions to Mary, mother of Jesus as she is sometimes worshipped with roses, and you say Hail Marys on your rosary which is only two letters from her name. In regards to the plant, it is relatively resistant to drought and cold, though some breeds are susceptible to frost and they don’t like too much water. They have fibrous roots, so they spread and fan out like we see with the mold. They thrive in more alkaline soils and seem to have been named by a taxonomist named Carl  Linnaeus. In stories, folklore, and tradition, the plants or flowers are often used for remembrance, specifically for the dead. It’s also been used as a spice and in medicine.

Miranda: Worthy of admiration. Latin in origin. Character in Shakespeare’s The Tempest, and whether she is a strong female character or not is highly debated, as she frequently defies men like her father, but often when they expect and/or want her to. She is otherwise compassionate and naive. The titular character of a Polish novel in which everyone is a mage and Miranda is a medium connected to another character, Damayanti, who is portrayed as the ideal woman and has a romance with the male protagonist, yet sacrifices her body so her spirit can experience a higher state of consciousness. Miranda can contact her soul, and disappears when she dies. Miranda in the US refers to the required practice by police of reading suspects their rights before interrogation.

Eva: Latin form of “Eve” and meaning “life”, “mother of life”, or “giver of life”.

Duke: A ruler of a duchy. A title bestowed by royalty or passed through family, often given to royalty or nobility, but can be given to anyone. In France,  the peerage system was abolished in 1789 (vive la révolution), brought back in 1814, and finally perma-abolished in 1848. 

(Note: While the wife of a duke becomes a duchess, the husband of a duchess does not become a duke. At least, from what I gather. This shit is confusing.)

Alcina: Strong-willed. Greek origin. There are two operas using the same story about a sorceress named Alcina who lives on an island with her sister Morgana and seduces every knight who comes to the island, but turns them into plants, animals, or stones when she bores of them. When the source of her power is destroyed, she, her sister, and their palace crumble to dust. The Hungarian name for Alțâna, a commune in Sibiu County, Romania in the historical region of Transylvania.

Bela: Bela Lugosi was an actor who famously portrayed Dracula. His name is Hungarian and meant to be spelled Béla meaning “heart”, “insides”, or “intestines”, roughly translating to “having heart” or “having guts” in modern terminology, as in being brave. However it is considered a male name and as Bela is female there is also the possibility of the influence of the name Bella short an l, Bella an Italian name meaning “beautiful”.

Cassandra: The one who shines and excels over men. Name of a Trojan princess and priestess in Greek mythology. She was given her gift of prophecy by the god Apollo but, in most versions of the tale, he asks for sexual favors in return, and she initially agrees but then rejects him once she’s gotten her gift. In anger he cursed her to always tell true prophecies that no one would believe and was thus thought a madwoman. She served a temple of Athena, goddess of wisdom, handicraft, and warfare. When Cassandra was assaulted and possibly raped in Athena’s temple and dragged out while desperately clinging to Athena’s statue, Athena was so enraged by the damage done to her temple and/or her priestess that she enlisted the help of both Zeus and Poseiden to exact revenge on the Greeks for failing to punish the man who attacked Cassandra and caused the resulting damage. Zeus gave her one of his own bolts of lightning and she struck them down at sea. While Cassandra was never believed, she was always right.

Daniela: God is my judge. Feminine form of Daniel. Daniela is also a genus of moth with only one species in the genus, Daniela viridis. It is also another name for the Italian wine grape Prè blanc.

Dimitrescu: Child of Dimitri. -escu suffixes in Romanian are like -son suffixes in English, it derives from parentage (ex. Jackson is Jack’s son, Dimitrescu is Dimitri’s child). Dimitri means “devoted to Demeter”. Demeter is the Greek goddess of the harvest, agriculture, sacred law (i.e. cycle of life and death), fertility, and the earth. Like many Greek myths, she is repeatedly wronged, and rather severely, by multiple male figures. Demeter in particular is a mother who has her daughter Kore, later known as Persephone, stolen away from her and goes on a rampage searching for her and those responsible.

(Note: Considering the founders had these names it’s a bit dumb seeing as this trend of parentage -escu names supposedly came about mid 19th century (1800s for those who find that confusing cuz I do), long after the Village was founded)

Donna: Lady or lady of the home. Italian name and a title of respect. Derives from the Latin term Dominus. The Romanian form of the word (not the name) is Doamnã. The Atropa belladonna aka deadly nightshade have berries and foliage that contain tropane alkaloids including atropine, scopolamine, and hyoscyamine which are extremely toxic and can cause hallucinations and delirium, but are also used in pharmaceutical anticholinergics. Throughout history people cluelessly used the berry juice as eye drops to cosmetically dilate their pupils, giving them a seductive doll-eyed appearance. Symptoms of belladonna poisoning are dilated pupils, sensitivity to light, blurred vision, tachycardia, loss of balance, staggering, headache, rash, flushing, severely dry mouth and throat, slurred speech, urinary retention, constipation, confusion, hallucinations, delirium, and convulsions. The plant's deadly symptoms are in atropine’s ability to disrupt the parasympathetic nervous system’s involuntary regulation like sweating, breathing, and heartbeat.

Angie: Diminutive of many names containing “angel”. Angels are messengers and warriors of Heaven, a realm souls go after death. Angel statues are also common grave markers. Children are also often told they have guardian angels, a being watching over them to protect them.

Claudia: No sure meaning has been found, but some think it comes from claudus, meaning “lame”, “limping”, or “crippled”, or clausus, which means “shut” or “closed”.

Beneviento: Good wind. Neapolitan spelling of Benevento, the name of both a province and its capital city, located in the Campania region of Italy.

Salvatore: Savior. Italian name. In the movie version (I specify as I have not read the book and the movie synopsis has more on the characters) of The Name of the Rose, the character Salvatore is hunch-backed and twisted, and has a history of not-really-acceptable religious beliefs. He was also tortured and falsely accused of witchcraft. He dies when a library is set on fire.

Moreau: Moorish, dark-skinned. French surname. Titular doctor in The Island of Doctor Moreau, in which said doctor performs disturbing and torturous experiments on people and animals, especially through vivisection, to make beastial humanoid creatures.

Karl: Free man, strong man, manly. Werner Karl Heisenberg was a German theoretical physicist who made notably important contributions to hydrodynamics, ferromagnetism, cosmic rays, and subatomic particles. Karl Marx was a German philosopher, economist, historian, sociologist, political theorist, journalist, and socialist revolutionary who believed societies develop through class conflict, and in a capitalist society this is the “ruling” class (the bosses) having power over the working class. He believed people should have equal footing and should and would inevitably fight for it. Karl Jaspers was a German existentialist philosopher and psychiatrist. His humanist ideals had him dissatisfied with the medical community’s approach to mental health and worked to improve it, and philosophizing on it after.

(IMPORTANT NOTE: Since I’ve seen accusations of the RE character and his influences being so, I feel I must state it here. Karl Heisenberg is NOT a Nazi. Both Heisenberg and Jaspers lived through World War II and neither were Nazis. Jaspers was blackwalled because of his Jewish wife. Heisenberg was forcibly drafted into the Army Weapons Bureau, but pre-war he had been repeatedly slandered as a “white Jew” and his career held back, and post-war became more political, worked against traditional primacy in the education system, and actively protested the government considering equipping the army with American nuclear weapons. Capcom reps have also stated that Karl Heisenberg has nothing to do with Nazis.)

Heisenberg: Calling mountain (could not find a specific definition, “heisen” means “to call” and “berg” means “mountain or hill”). Reference to Werner Karl Heisenberg, (explained above). Likely unrelated, but another well-known (in the US at least) name thief of Heisenberg comes from the popular TV show Breaking Bad as the alias/street name for the main character Walter White who takes the name and starts selling drugs when he is unable to afford medical care for his in-need child, but grows more twisted throughout the series. Also place name.

Berengario: Italian form of Berengar, which is derived from Germanic root words meaning “bear” and “spear”.

Cesare: Italian form of the Latin word Caesar, which is an imperial title like an emperor or empress. The word Caesar itself may come from caesaries meaning “hairy”. 

Guglielmo: Italian form of the Germanic William, meaning “vehement protector” or “desired helmet”

Nichola: Anglicized form of the Greek Nikolaos meaning “victory of the people”. Also a variant of Nicholas (Considered a female variant but fuck gender roles and the description says he.). This character is also referred to as Father like a priest I looked into saints and while I found no notable Saint Nichola (meaning on Wikipedia) there are multiple Saint Nicholases, most notably Saint Nicholas of Myra, also known as the Wonderworker and the model of Santa Claus. Stories of him include gifting gold coins through a window of a home for three nights to prevent three girls from being forced into prostitution, calming a storm at sea, saving three soldiers from execution, and chopping down a possessed tree. More connected to where his treasure is found, there is also a tale of him resurrecting three children who had been murdered by a butcher who had had intended to sell their meat as “pork” during the famine.

*BONUS TIME*

By that I mean these are less important so I did slightly less research and/or didn’t  feel like typing all the research so there’s less info, but it’s still relevant, so here you go!

Chris: A rare name in its own right, often a shortened version of names like Christopher, meaning “Christ-bearer”, and Christian, as in the religion.

Redfield: Literally red field. Fitting for the trail of blood in his wake because have mercy on any of his enemies, but regrettably including many of his friends and allies (rip in peace Piers Nivans). 

Elena: Shining light. Greek origin.

Leonardo: Strong as a lion. Italian, Spanish, and Portuguese version of Leonard.

Lupu: Wolf. Romanian surname. Fitting as the surname of the man we saw become a lycan before our eyes. 

Luiza: Renowned warrior. Polish, Portuguese, and Romanian name.

Iulian: Romanian name from the Greek iulius meaning “youthful” or “juvenile”, or ioulos meaning “downy-bearded”.

Vasile: Romanian name from the Greek basileus meaning ”king”. Vasile Voiculescu wrote a poem called Schimnicul, The Recluse in English, about varcolacul.

(Note: For those who don’t recall or didn’t notice his name in Ethan’s diary, this is Luiza’s husband.)

Rolando: Famous throughout the land. Spanish, Italian, and Portuguese variant of Roland.

Elba: Spanish form of Alba, which can mean “dawn”, “white”, or “elf”, depending on origin.

Dion: Shorter form of Greek Dionysios meaning “of Zeus”.

Wilson: Lineage surname, “Will’s son”. Very common surname in English.

Charlie: A name in itself but often a nickname for names like Charles meaning “man” or “warrior”

Graham: Gravelly homestead. Habitational surname, apparently derived from Grantham in Lincolnshire, England.

John: God is gracious. The most common name ever with the most variations.

Perlman: Ashkenazi Jewish surname. Also literal, “perl” possibly meaning “pearl” thus being an occupational name, or Perl being a woman’s name making it mean “husband of Perl”.

Emily: Rival. Latin name. 

Berkoff: Could be Jewish, Dutch, or German surname. Definition not quite certain, but likely related to birch trees.

Josef: German, Czech, and Scandinavian version of Joseph.  

Simon: He has heard. From Hebrew Shim’on.

Roxana: Bright, dawn. Latin form of Greek Rhoxane and Persian Roshanak.

Anton: Priceless, praiseworthy, flower.

Sebastian: From the Latin name Sebastianus which meant “from Sebaste”. Sebaste is a town in Asia Minor and comes from the Greek word sebastos meaning “venerable”.

Eugen: Well-born.Romanian form of Eugene. From the Greek name Eugenios. 

(Note: This is the man who lived in the house with the red chimney.)

Ernest: Serious. Germanic name.

(Note: This man is noted to be missing in a letter to Luiza and his diary is found with the Cannibal’s Plunder in Otto’s Mill.)

[kore-cryptid]

one thing i Adore about a starless clan is that its Funny its the funniest arc weve ever had,

leaders cracking jokes at gatherings to releive tension, they learn about Playing again, nightheart and the mentors scaring the apprentices and wafflepaw wheezing laughing, they save the windclan kits and joke and reminisce about it

in the past its felt like Overly serious at times, but this is just delightful

[sensitivityreaders]

sensitivity reader

name: kore

pronouns: she/her

age: minor

reads for: i’m white (french + american), bisexual, cisgender female. i’m primarily a hellenic polytheist but i believe in at least *one* part of all religions. so basically, i’m pagan. i’m a witch. i have tourettic ocd and used to struggle with tourette’s syndrome as well as depression and suicidal thoughts. i can also help with stories set in california, containing lgbt+ topics and relationships, depicting teenagers (particularly in YA) and containing metaphysical topics inspired by real-life beliefs

sensitivity reading:

general questions and discussion: yes in-depth discussion of plots and characters: yes partial read (relevant sections): yes full read: yes

willing to read: original work, fanfiction (i am most knowledgeable in: the raven cycle, hannibal, warrior cats, gorillaz, alexander the great + friends - both the real history and related media, catch 22, good omens, avatar the last airbender, tintin, harry potter, black butler, greek mythology, hetalia, popee the performer, doctor who, torchwood, and more!!! also please note that i absolutely will read anything containing or focusing on fandom ocs. i love oc x canon ships too!)

unwilling to read: erotica/nsfw/explicit scenes, birth scenes, detailed depictions of rape and pedophilia

rates: free

contact: @the-silver-chariot

[pomegranates-and-blood]

Names (νοσταλγία Backstory)

νοσταλγία Masterlist

Summary: A little snippet of the Reader’s character backstory, and the importance of names/titles for her.

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: I hope you like this! I have plans to write Pov’s of Ivar, Sieghild, and Freydis (maybe even Narses at some point), so I’m hope you’re interested in more pieces like this one! Would love to hear back from you!

Child of Persephone.

Favored by the Gods of the Underworld.

You were born with more titles over your head than stars in the night sky. Daughter of a Spartan General, a man of honor that had claims to Laconia’s throne, Daughter of an Athenian Priestess, a woman of the Gods that singlehandedly kept the Christian God from the people’s hearts.

Born in Eleusis, fertile land of Demeter where she met with Kore each spring, the Elders marked you when you were born as a girl touched by the barren Goddess, to be guided by Persephone, loved by Hades, aided by Melinöe, protected by Demeter.

You were six years old when you stood in the steps of that temple, sobbing quietly by your mother’s side as you both waited for a ship that would never sail again over that horizon; when you saw the redheaded woman for the first time.

She approached you as your mother looked over the waves, her red hair braided in a way you never saw before, her face drawn on with dark colors, and her green eyes uncertain but kind.

She said some words, spoke of a woman that sounded like your Goddess, called her Freyja. She took you with her to her home and taught you to use some plants and waters to heal your bruised knees and scratched palms.

Three weeks later, the marching feet of soldiers reached your ears. The woman, they called her Varangian, held you to her side as they dragged your mother out of the temple, as they tied her to a pole and started a fire underneath her feet.

The Varangian held you tight but she didn’t try to keep you from seeing as they burnt your mother alive, and she didn’t cover your ears as the once-Priestess started screaming, she instead knelt behind you and hummed a hoarse and sorrowful song by your ear in a language you didn’t recognize.

Sieghild claimed you as her own when the Christians tried taking you with them to Constantinople. She took your hand in her bigger, rougher one, and with nothing but the clothes you had on your backs and an old amulet tied on your neck, you departed for what she called the Silk Roads.

She taught you her language, she taught you of her people and her Gods, and allowed you to tell her of your own Gods, of tricks and pomegranates.

And when she tried to make you lift a sword, you grabbed on tighter to the mortar and pestle, and instead of a shieldmaiden like her you decided to be a healer.

Maiden of the soft touch.

Child of herbs and flowers.

Almost ten years went by like that. Side by side, the world ahead. She became your mother and you her daughter, even if you still called her a brutish Varangian and she still called you a soft Greek.

One would think so much time away from Attica, staying at the sides of armies and mercenaries, warriors and rulers, watching first hand as a healer the horrors of battle and the glory of war; would have prepared you, hardened you, for the time war chased you back, like an old friend demanding your presence at its side again.

Eleusis called fro aid as you were on exile through the Silk Roads, and your legacy, your blood, demanded you answer the call. And they welcomed you as Attica welcomed you, made you Priestess, made you one of the Greeks again.

You took your role as healer, this time alongside friends and not indifferent allies. It hurt more when you had to put a couple of coins over a Greek’s eyes than when you had to watch an Arab be sent to their crypt, or when you saw a Rus warrior’s body burnt.

As the raiders and barbarians were pulled back from the once mainland Greece, word started spreading of a descendant of Theseus listening to a Priestess and doing her bidding, of the rituals of the Gods being performed again by you and many others, of the Empire retreating subtly from Greece. Such was the new-found glory of the Attics, that your own blood past the Gulf of Corinth sent forces, and for the first time in so long the new Laconians fought alongside Attics.

Vengeful maiden.

Hiereia of Eleusis.

Problem is, when you give a people enough strength, enough peace, enough time, they start to feel the weight of a tyrant on their shoulders more than ever. It was easy for the Empire to keep the Attics, the Laconians, the Boeotians, under control when the threat of invaders kept them busy with war and death.

But when Greeks tasted their freedom again, when the Gods where honored again, when Laconians and Attics were side by side again…the Byzantine Empire started growing uneasy.

You were on Thebes, listening to men talk about war against the new Slavs that attempted to return to your lands, when the first  message from the Patriarch of Byzantium reached you: renounce your Gods, pledge loyalty to the Empire, or Constantinople will disown your noble birth and its protections over Attica.

Of course, you refused the insulting proposal. Even now, knowing what that choice would bring upon Greece, you would still refuse the offer.

This angered them, of course it did, and they prepared for a ‘crusade’. Trying to convert the Greeks, to make you all renounce the Gods and bend the knee to their sole and distant God.

That’s when you…waged your war. You garnered the loyalty of Narses and his army through ways that would shame you today, and even if the Laconians pulled back their support, the Attics held on and stopped the Christians from advancing over mainland Greece for almost a year.

Then, Athens fell, and so did Thoricus, Laurium, so many others. You retreated to Eleusis, the land that saw you be born, and the last of the free Attics prepared for death.

Narses would join the Byzantine ranks again, had sworn so, and the Empire was not as stupid as to lose him when they needed him the most by renouncing his return. The betrayal stung, but you had no ground to stand on about lies and deception when it came to him.

You stayed behind as the last of the Eleusinians exiled themselves when the Byzantines started marching for your city, and when they arrived, the Christians judged you, tied you to a pyre and lit their fire.

You shouldn’t have survived.

But you have, and now you have a new title over your head, a new responsibility on your shoulders, a new weight in your heart.

Anassa of the Attics.

Queen of the dead and those that remain.

______

Btw, the end of her travels through the Silk Roads takes place around the start of season 4 in canon, tying her very close in age to Ivar and making it so that in Hope, when we take the AU where she did not return to Eleusis, we can work from 4a-b canon onwards.

Anyhow, thank you so much for reading, hope to hear from you! :)

[drelmurn]

kinda tagged by @sixth-light.  “ Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors! “

1. Who Stole Away The Moon (Star Wars, Tatooine Slave Culture): “ One day Ekkreth was walking/They found a crowd with fear/Grandmother’s shape did they take/To ask what scared them here”

2. Unexpectedly (Katekyo Hitman Reborn): “Aa! Dame-Tsuna? You’re still alive-ugh!”/“Tsuna!” Takeshi says excitedly, not looking back at the pair of second-years he ran over to get to Tsuna. “Your mom finally let you come back?”

3. (I have loved the stars too fondly) to be fearful of the night (Avatar: The Last Airbender, Step by Step): “I don't remember Kore./Kore. He is - was - my twin.”

4. Get Up Eight: Toph Beifong (Avatar: The Last Airbender, Step by Step):  “ I’m . . . not at all surprised when we pick up another person. Zuko seems to be surprised, but then he didn’t figure out that Nuan and Samir and I wanted to help him fight the Fire Nation and defend people.”

5. An Idea That Is Not Dangerous: Zuko of Honoiro (Avatar: The Last Airbender, Step by Step): “ “Earth soldiers,” Kuzon murmurs suddenly, and I echo him, hissing it to the others. There’s a brief scrambling - we’d been kitted out to fight firebenders in as many layers of thick, red cloth as we’d been able to reasonably buy on our very meagre budget. Luckily we’d left our normal green robes on underneath all the red. “

6. The Trouble With Retreating (Avatar: The Last Airbender, Step by Step): ““Hey,” Hotaru says as she steps up to rest her hands on the rail next to me./Kaede says nothing as he settles down on my other side.”

7. Narcissa (Harry Potter): “ Narcissa. Sweet little Marcy, youngest of three, little Narcissa Black who is not really a Black at all. Sweet little Marcy, youngest daughter of Druella Black of Druella Rosier who is not really Cygnus Black’s daughter, whose father is unknown, not in the sense that he is not talked about but in the sense that everyone knew that Druella had not been in so much as the same building for at least three years when Narcissa Black was born.“

8. A Storm is Brewing (Star Wars, Tatooine Slave Culture): “ When Ebra was a little thing/Before their mom could start to sing/The song that called a child's birth/The Depur stole them from that earth”

9. Just Before You Start: Rei of Nishiyama (Avatar: The Last Airbender, Step by Step):  “ I'm doing inventory of the herbs in my pack, the dog curled like a big lump at my back, acting as a backrest. Sometimes they'll shift, their attention following a bird as it hops along the ground or a sneeze at the more pungent herbs.”

10. Elder Sister, run away (Star Wars, Tatooine Slave Culture):”Elder Sister, run away/The cats have sent the mice to play/Our ikkalda(1), clad in white/You distract our Depur’s might”

11. God of Destruction (make way for the new world) (Doctor Who, Shiva):  “I stumble as the floor drops out from beneath me, and I land a couple of inches down. I close my eyes as I lean forward to brace myself on my knees, and nausea curls in my gut.”

12. This is a lie (Avatar: The Last Airbender, Step by Step):  “Tena she grows, Tena, Tena/Tena she gives, Tena, Tena”

13. Don't Give Me Nothing you Don't Want to Loose: Akane of Suzaku Izland (Avatar: The Last Airbender, Step by Step): “ I cross my arms and watch Rei examine Samir through the doorway of the tent, one of her hands dropping down to twine in the dog's fur. I shouldn't be surprised. They say be careful what you ask for, and I always thought I was.“

14. Look for Broken Bars (Avatar: The Last Airbender, Step by Step): “Fact: My first memory is the sight of some boy’s back as he walks away from me - chin up, back straight, steps as steady as a heartbeat./Memory: Beat beat. Beat beat. Beat-”

15. Down This Unfamiliar Road: Kiran of Baoshan (Avatar: The Last Airbender, Step by Step):  "Are you sure you want to bring me back with you?" I ask as I follow Gopan through the crowded streets. "You haven't gone home in a month, and they don't know me-"

16. It's a revolution, I suppose: Hikari of Honoiro Island (Avatar: The Last Airbender, Step by Step): “I sit across from Saito with Azula to my left, and Kouki Oshiro to my right. The tea seeping in the pot on the table between us is black tea, the tea Saito had told me was Kouki's favorite. It probably isn't.”

17. Sparks At My Fingertips (Harry Potter): " Before you read this - there’s something you have to understand. It wasn’t about the power. I don’t care about the power, no matter what you hear those oh-so-righteous purebloods mutter.”

18. Faith Walks on Broken Glass: Minato of Kyoshi Island (Avatar: The Last Airbender, Step by Step): “ I'm already awake, laying there and thinking about children (my-children-not-my-children, their-children, but they are my-children because that is who they are, that is all I've ever known them as, but they aren't-my-children because I've-never-met-them, I was the-one-who-gave-birth to them, but I'm a guy, I can't give birth-) when Vasuman goes still, and the quiet sounds of his breathing cut off. I hesitate for a moment, then roll over so that I can see his silhouette in the darkness.”

19. Warriors of a Different Kind (Avatar: The Last Airbender, Step by Step):  “Kyoshi Island has long been considered odd, and to tell the truth, I can see why. I’ve only ever heard of one place like it before, and the people of the Foggy Swamp are considered even odder than we are.“

20. Drowned in Fire (Heralds of Valdemar, Friends Across Borders):  “ My lord, for you, young children have been burned,/Heart brother nearly drowned in fire bright.”

Thoughts: Wow I really need to get that compiled version of Step by Step back up, why did I decided to make it separate parts again? Also, nice to see so much of my poetry.

For the rest of it, I really do like starting off by hitting you in the face with first person. So many of the actual fics start off with “I” doing something, and like sixth-light, a lot of that’s in media rez. Other times I’m just going off on some tangent that’ll be important, which is nice.

Of the poems, I think my favorite first is Drowned in Fire? I don’t know, I just kind of feel that the first lines of the others aren’t as strong.

Of the stories, I think Unexpectedly or An Idea That Is Not Dangerous. Unexpectedly immediately establishes a connection to cannon, before showing that something’s different as Takeshi comes over. It creates an interesting tone, which I think carries through the rest of the work from comments I’ve gotten, establishing connections to canon, then twisting it in an unexpected way.

An Idea That Is Not Dangerous is actually from the middle of a series, coming back to a group of characters after a while away, and while I’m honestly not that happy with the work as a whole and especially the work immediately after it, the energy of the first couple lines is very much what I wanted to go for for the group.

@browncoatparadox? You wanna go?

[kztiel]

  READ THE BIBLE.   ANGELS ARE WARRIORS OF GOD.  I’M A SOLDIER.             show divergent castiel from the cw’s supernatual as written     & saved by kore

[starsspin-a]

here are some ramblings about spartacus characters that i won’t make you read if you don’t want to

 i’m going to make note of it now, because i will bring it up at some point. but i really don’t like sybil. only because i, personally find her character to be really boring. (tbh i really do think both her and laeta were only brought for the single reason of being love interests) 

 i enjoy laeta as a character (im adding her later i know this.) again you can clearly tell when compared to the other female characters of the show she was brought in for a love interest, but she’s got a good back ground and a good character arc. sibyl really doesn’t have an arc she’s just kinda there. 

this also has nothing to do with the fact sibyl isn’t a warrior. i know thats a reason a lot of female characters are hated. but allow me to direct you to literal any other female character from the show that’s not mira, saxa, or naevia. 

i think kore got the best development for the new female characters of the season. and in many ways she’s similar to sibyl in terms of background. but again there’s no real growth from sybil (and this isn’t her fault it was how she was written but it still bothers me) like why should i care about her as a character, is a question i can’t answer. 

like from the start sybil sees gannicus and gets all heart eyes about him and like her whole characters revolves around him? again i gotta do my rewatch to really confirm that but from what i remember this is pretty clear. and we won’t go into the whole saxa, gannicus sybil thing, or the fact she was one of the few characters who lived, we’ll be here forever. 

not to say sybil doesn’t have character, she does. but in comparision to basically every other character she’s flat (sura had more character okay) this really has no end or purpose other than me saying i don’t like sybil. however is anyone picks her up and gives her the development she deserves, im here for it. 

the tdlr of it all is the writers did great with their ladies, except for sybil.