#sorry it got so long

[galedekarios]

Gale + Being Chosen

"I'm what one might call a wizard prodigy, who from an early age, could not only control the Weave, but compose it, much like a musician or a poet. Such was my skill that it earned me the attention of the mother of magic herself. The Lady of Mysteries. The goddess Mystra. She revealed herself to me and became my teacher. In time, she became my muse, and later, even my lover."

"I know what it is to have a closer connection than most with the gods."

[miatartistry]

For your decision-making purposes!!

Honestly, I adored the fact that Laurence went blind. It added an additional limit to his character, as well as some twisted irony: for someone who places a lot of value on looks/first appearances, how would he have coped with not being able to see reflect on him?

It made me super angry when his blindness was just cured, straight out, even when I was younger and first watching through the series; it didn’t sit right with me. I understand that it’s a universe where magic exists, but magic should also have some limitations, so that would be a neat way to expand upon those limits!! Especially with Zoey, who’s magic is primarily healing-based; you could even go into something deeper, in which Laurence’s sight might be something that he wants but not necessarily needs.

There’s also not a whole lot of canonically disabled characters within the series, anyway, so to have part of the main cast be disabled in any manner would not only be a point for representation, BUT it would also be super fun from a writing and character building standpoint!!

How would his fighting style reflect with his lack of sight? Would he adopt one of Aphmau’s dogs as his own as a seeing eye dog/partner, seeing as his sister took one of her dogs as her own (or heck, maybe Ungrth would stick around more often, “acting as his eyes”)? How would he interact with Garroth, and how would Garroth interact with him, considering his hang ups in the beginning about showing his face? Etc etc

SO SORRY, this got long, I just feel super passionate about this subject specifically lol, and also Laurence; he’s one of my biggest comfort characters. I’m currently writing a blind character of my own, as well, so I’ve got some experience with both it’s challenges portraying it correctly + how it would fit into the narrative :D

Thank you for this amazing response!! I agree that him being blind adds a lot to his character, as someone who takes his own looks very seriously. But that’s not all that it could add. I’m not gonna spoil anything for my rewrite, but I’ll give you a hint: Laurance has a huge affinity for the earth. With this blindness, his senses would be heightened and he would notice just how uncanny this connection of his is (something he even had before this blindness but just wasn’t noticeable). As you said, vision being something he wants but he doesn’t need, just because of this natural connection he has with the Earth. Also, I just think it’d be funny if he could dodge a ditch perfectly but then run into an actual human being right after 💀

More under cut:

I also totally agree about having representation in the main cast. It felt a little weird that his sight was just healed with little to no explanation on how it was done, it almost felt like Jess thought it was an obstacle she wouldn’t be able to write around. Me personally, I’ve never written from a blind persons perspective before, except a little bit from Laurance’s POV in the first chapter of TBATD. It’s a challenge that I really do want to take on though, not only because of the representation (that I hope I can get right, if you have any sources, advice, or experiences you’d want to share let me know!), but also from a character building standpoint:

You brought up how his fighting style would be affected, which I’m thinking about too. Not only would he have to learn how to sense the battlefield, he’d also have to learn new skills and techniques. I’ll do my research and look more into how blind people can fight, but for Laurance I think that’d take a huge toll on his mental health. He has trained basically his entire life, he was the head guard of Meteli. He gets frustrated easily (not only is it just his personality, but his emotions can get sort of out of control because of his Shadow Knight situation), and the beginning of learning how to fight blind would not be easy. Of course he’d have help, presumably from Garroth (more friendship development for those two. They despise each other in my rewrite), but it’d still be super hard and he’d probably be depressed about it.

And more on his his relationship with Garroth, yeah I saw someone post something about Garroth taking off his helm off and for the first time, Laurance just silently feels his face and I think that sort of sealed the deal for me at that point. If you don’t know already, Garroth and Laurance will have a romantic relationship in my rewrite (well, as romantic as rivalry can get), so I can already imagine some really cute scenes for them if Laurance stays blind, as well as some angsty scenes.

Laurance is an amazing character and I’m happy you’re just as passionate about him as I am. He’s a comfort for me definitely lol, ever since I was kid. For your own character, update me on how it goes!! Thank you again for this response. <3

[serveandblog]

osakita send each other letters bc signal is bad on the farm and hey, it’s romantic

and osamu struggles with spelling but he wants everything to be perfect for kita so he rewrites them until there’s no mistakes and tries to keep it short so there’s less chance of messing up

then kita come to visit and he’s taking out the recycling and he finds pages and pages of drafted letters with words crossed out

they ask osamu about it and he explains all his worries and that kita never makes any writing mistakes and their handwriting is always so neat so he doesn’t know how to compare to that, and that kita’s so concise whereas osamu rambles too much

but kita’s surprised because he worries every time that his letters are too short and that osamu will be disappointed

and they like reading osamu’s tangents and really doesn’t care if there’s mistakes because they just want to hear from their partner and they feel awful that osamu’s been worrying about it

and the next letter he gets from tokyo to his farm spans multiple pages and has mistakes, some corrected, some not, and there’s long sections about osamu’s frustrations: atsumu, and customers, and something breaking in his flat, and atsumu. it’s kita’s favourite of all their lettets

and when kita sends his short note of sympathy with a to-the-point update about the farm, they don’t feel guilty putting it in the post

[wovetalesarc]

it's   been   a   hell   of   a   week   &   whiskey   would   be   lying   if   he   wasn't   doggone   tired   from   all the   back   to   back   missions.   even   tequila   seemed   just   as   exhausted   &   that   man   has   the   stamina   of   a   new   born   pup   when   it   came   to   most   jobs   they   were   assigned.   thank   goodness   champagne   had   the   foresight   to   order   that   whiskey   take   a   night   off   for   once   ,   but   even   so   , he   can   never   stray   too   far   from   a   good   drink   ,   nursing   his   personal   favorite   as   he   enjoys   the   entertainment   this   new bar   had   to   offer.   the   woman   singing   was   a   talented   performer   ,   &   pretty   as   a   desert   rose   in   the   middle   of   spring   ,   so   it's   no   surprise   to   him   that   she   manages   to   capture   the   attention   of   every   man   in   that   bar   ,   including   him.   if   he   weren't   as   damaged   as   he   is   now   ,   he'd   probably   strike   up   the   courage   to   talk   to   her   or   somethin' ━━ ask to buy her a drink or walk her to her car.   that   train   has   long   since   pulled   out   the   station   long   ago   ,   taking   his   beautiful   late wife   &   their   unborn   child   with   her   ,   dust   in   the   wind   &   a   past   he   doesn't   want   to   linger   on   too   long.   he   was   unlucky   when   it   came   to   love   ━━   no   need   to   put   himself   out   there   &   get   hurt   again.

when   the   song   ends   ,   everyone   cheers   &   even   whiskey   offers   a   subtle   clap   in   polite response.   he   figures   one   more   round   of   drinks   should   be   enough   before   he decides to start walking   back   home   ,   but   then   trouble   arises   out   of   the   corner   of   his   eye   ,   a   group   of   fellows   approaching   the   singer   &   becoming   a   straight   up   nuisance.   ❛   what's   your   name   ?   you   got   a   boyfriend   ?   let   me   give   you   a   ride   home.   ❜   these   men   kept   on   pushing   ,   clearly   refusing   to   leave   until   they   got   what   they   wanted.   the   situation   was   so   obvious   , yet   no   one   was   doing   anything to stop it.   not   even   the   bartender   looked   up   to   see   what   was   happening   &   that   pissed   whiskey   off   more   than   he'd   like   to   admit.   so   much   for   a   break.   ❝   fuckin'   a.   ❞   with   one   last   swig   of   his   drink   ,   whiskey   stands   to   approach   the   men   who   hover   around   the   stage   ,   alerting   them   of   his   presence   with   a   simple   hand   to   the   tallest   man's   shoulder.   ❝   i   think   the   lady   ain't   interested   in   what   you're   sellin'   ,   fella   ,   ❞   whiskey   drawls   ,   tugging   him   back   just   a   bit.   ❝   i   think   it's   time   you   &   your   friends   move   on outta here   if   you   know   what's   good   for   you.   ❞

˗ˏˋ     ᵖʳᵒˡᵒᵍᵘᵉ·     dear   reader   ﹕  @strnza   as   eliza   kardel.

[imprvdente]

@omniishambles​ . 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑

Things could change in a second. Perhaps she should have seen it coming, she should have been more prepared. Wasn’t she used to the changing of tides? How it could sneak up on you. Entrap you. 

Standing in the large living room, she looked by the window. They were huge, reaching up to the ceiling. With the flick of a switch, the view of the Capitol shifted and blurred, replaced by... Anything she wanted. A field in 11, a forest in 7, and a view of the beach from 4. Her home... She kept this setting, eyes glued on the lazy rolling of the waves. She thought about her parents, who had just expected her to come home after the Victor Tour, and had to fight back tears.

Oh, the flat was incredible of course. Bigger than her old house, bigger than anything she’d ever seen before, actually. And fully furbished with the most elegant tables, the comfiest chairs, expensive looking paintings on the walls... But she didn’t know how to feel about this. She was happy and excited, but also sad. And terrified. She missed the creaking of the wooden floors in her little house by the sea, the way everything smelled like sea breeze, how she always had that little taste of salt on the tip of her tongue. Here there was only the clean, expensive scent of perfume.

She felt like a fish plucked out of the ocean, and stuffed into a fancy aquarium. Pun intended. 

The doorbell rang, dragging her out of her thoughts. Caesar had mentioned something to her this morning, that someone would come to her flat. He had said something about a private bodyguard, or security, or something. Another weird thing she’d had to get used to, then. Being followed around.

Fish had to tear herself away from the waves and the sunset to go to the front door and open. There was a man in uniform standing there. He looked older than she expected, not that she expected anything in particular. Maybe someone younger? Stronger? But being a victor had taught her that appearances were often deceiving. 

“Oh, hello,” she stammered, finding it hard to be her usual, casual self, “please, come in.” She stepped away from the door so he could walk inside. “Can I get you, erhm- something to drink?”

Was this man here to watch over her? Or just to watch her? At the thought, a shiver ran down her spine. Here went her freedom, then.  

[whump-in-the-closet]

For raising chaos- what is a cryptid?

eyy thank for the ask!

the name cryptid itself comes from ‘crypts’—underground burial places, right? so while a cryptid was once human, if after death their system is flooded with electricity, their entire physiology changes, and they’re no longer exactly human. The process is called “Awakening” and most cryptids try not to think of it because it’s insanely painful. They also don’t really remember their past life. At all.

So as a result of this, they gain some ah, interesting abilities and the undying hatred of mankind. For example, the electricity is a part of them now and they can and do use it however they will. Their eyes lose their pupils, becoming completely blue. Think dark blue—it’s not super bright. They have an affinity with the shadows, making it easy to infiltrate places. It’s not like an invisibility cloak, more like they have to convince the shadows to help them out.

And that is a cryptid (Did i do any scientific research to make what i’m saying sound the least bit credible? no. not in the slightest)

[endusviolence]

Rowling isn't denying holocaust. She just pointed out that burning of transgender health books is a lie as that form of cosmetic surgery didn't exist. But of course you knew that already, didn't you?

I was thinking I'd probably see one of you! You're wrong :) Let's review the history a bit, shall we?

In this case, what we're talking about is the Institut für Sexualwissenschaft, or in English, The Institute of Sexology. This Institute was founded and headed by a gay Jewish sexologist named Magnus Hirschfeld. It was founded in July of 1919 as the first sexology research clinic in the world, and was run as a private, non-profit clinic. Hirschfeld and the researchers who worked there would give out consultations, medical advice, and even treatments for free to their poorer clientele, as well as give thousands of lectures and build a unique library full of books on gender, sexuality, and eroticism. Of course, being a gay man, Hirschfeld focused a lot on the gay community and proving that homosexuality was natural and could not be "cured".

Hirschfeld was unique in his time because he believed that nobody's gender was either one or the other. Rather, he contended that everyone is a mixture of both male and female, with every individual having their own unique mix of traits.

This leads into the Institute's work with transgender patients. Hirschfeld was actually the one to coin the term "transsexual" in 1923, though this word didn't become popular phrasing until 30 years later when Harry Benjamin began expanding his research (I'll just be shortening it to trans for this brief overview.) For the Institute, their revolutionary work with gay men eventually began to attract other members of the LGBTA+, including of course trans people.

Contrary to what Anon says, sex reassignment surgery was first tested in 1912. It'd already being used on humans throughout Europe during the 1920's by the time a doctor at the Institute named Ludwig Levy-Lenz began performing it on patients in 1931. Hirschfeld was at first opposed, but he came around quickly because it lowered the rate of suicide among their trans patients. Not only was reassignment performed at the Institute, but both facial feminization and facial masculization surgery were also done.

The Institute employed some of these patients, gave them therapy to help with other issues, even gave some of the mentioned surgeries for free to this who could not afford it! They spoke out on their behalf to the public, even getting Berlin police to help them create "transvestite passes" to allow people to dress however they wanted without the threat of being arrested. They worked together to fight the law, including trying to strike down Paragraph 175, which made it illegal to be homosexual. The picture below is from their holiday party, Magnus Hirschfeld being the gentleman on the right with the fabulous mustache. Many of the other people in this photo are transgender.

[Image ID: A black and white photo of a group of people. Some are smiling at the camera, others have serious expressions. Either way, they all seem to be happy. On the right side, an older gentleman in glasses- Magnus Hirschfeld- is sitting. He has short hair and a bushy mustache. He is resting one hand on the shoulder of the person in front of him. His other hand is being held by a person to his left. Another person to his right is holding his shoulder.]

There was always push back against the Institute, especially from conservatives who saw all of this as a bad thing. But conservatism can't stop progress without destroying it. They weren't willing to go that far for a good while. It all ended in March of 1933, when a new Chancellor was elected. The Nazis did not like homosexuals for several reasons. Chief among them, we break the boundaries of "normal" society. Shortly after the election, on May 6th, the book burnings began. The Jewish, gay, and obviously liberal Magnus Hirschfeld and his library of boundary-breaking literature was one of the very first targets. Thankfully, Hirschfeld was spared by virtue of being in Paris at the time (he would die in 1935, before the Nazis were able to invade France). His library wasn't so lucky.

This famous picture of the book burnings was taken after the Institute of Sexology had been raided. That's their books. Literature on so much about sexuality, eroticism, and gender, yes including their new work on trans people. This is the trans community's Alexandria. We're incredibly lucky that enough of it survived for Harry Benjamin and everyone who came after him was able to build on the Institute's work.

[Image ID: A black and white photo of the May Nazi book burning of the Institute of Sexology's library. A soldier, back facing the camera, is throwing a stack of books into the fire. In the background of the right side, a crowd is watching.]

As the Holocaust went on, the homosexuals of Germany became a targeted group. This did include transgender people, no matter what you say. To deny this reality is Holocaust denial. JK Rowling and everyone else who tries to pretend like this isn't reality is participating in that evil. You're agreeing with the Nazis.

But of course, you knew that already, didn't you?

Edit: Added image IDs. I apologize to those using screen readers for forgetting them. Please reblog this version instead.

[chloesimaginationthings]

This could be a kart if FLAF wasn't fucking around..

[turtleblogatlast]

Leo learns something about himself 🏳️‍⚧️

Based roughly on this old post.

Bonus:

[Leo is taking the fact that he was born biologically female simultaneously very well and also not so well but overall he’s mostly coping with the fact that it was Draxum that just essentially gave him the turtle equivalent of ‘The Talk’.]

[aymmidumps]

Andrew doodles

[skyartworkzzz]

Like The Other Ones

HI YES IM FINALLY DONE HOLY SHIT

OKAY SO this was based off on my own gameplay of COTL, I noticed that everytime Id put food orders in, Narinder would usually be the one to prepare them And honestly? We love a malewife in this house so I dig that for him, ma guy is a skilled cook <3

As I wrote down the dialogue, it just got deeper than I expected SO HERE YALL GO WITH A FULL ASS COMIC ABOUT THEIR RELATIONSHIP, ENJOY!!!!

This shit took me weeks Ill go recharge my soul now brb-

EDIT: I DECIDED TO PUT A UNDERCUT Tab so yall dont have to scroll too much in order to read and see other posts ure welcome 🤼‍♀️ <3

[cowardlykrow]

Stop light shenanigans

Extra:

[fortheloveofwii]

1, 17, and 20. For 1 you can pick any fic of yours you'd like - I just like song recs!

1. Share a song that makes you think of [fic title]

I actually have a whole play list for the Moonstruck series! (In fact, if you look at some of the songs you'll find some...familiar lines/titles), so I'll share my favorites from there!

For the Wicked - Friday Pilots Club

July - Betcha

Pilgrims - New Dialogue

Bloomfield - Super Whatevr

Girl in Blue - Animal Sun

I could go on forever, but I'll stop there owo;;

17. What’s something you’ve learned about while doing research for a fic?

During the peak of my writing days for Infamous: Second son, I was actually roleplaying Reggie Rowe, and in my means to maintain accuracy and respect for his character, I learned ALOT about Native American culture specifically in Washington--the akomish are fictional, but the symbols, colors and location are based on the tribe the Suquamish!

They're a lushootseed speaking tribe with an amazing history and culture that i could go on forever about, but honestly I recommend just visting this site and reading for yourself if you're curious!

20. What’s a favorite title for a fic you’ve written?

That's a tough question, but when it comes down to the one I was most proud of coming up with, it was definitely

Never Meet Your Gods - my assassins creed fic I wrote for the modern AC zine back in 2020, it was also my first time writing an isolated fic for AC that wasn't involved with infamous second son, so it was extremely fun!

It also plays on a very old theory that used to rotate in the early days of assassins creed, so it shows how long i've been on this boat

[stil-lindigo]

scorched earth.

a comic about a princess who died in a fire.

(this is a sequel to bite of winter, a comic about Snow and what became of her after her death.)

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creative notes:

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all my other comics

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[kelddaa]

mornings in the desert

[wigglebox]

Destiel Pride - Day 11; Truth