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ianashas-palace · 1 year
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So what if they flirted even more in Leblanc
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kamisden · 2 months
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A BIT LATE BUT HAPPY HERMITCRAFT SEASON 10!!!
tried to fit as many hermits as i could into this page and i'm so proud :D
i decided to watch the first episode from everyone, 20/26... doc i am looking at you
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don’t ever let go
꒰ erik lensherr x fem!reader ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:・゚
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⌞ plot: sort of hurt comfort when erik finds his rather irritable posing s/o going through a nightmare ⌝
warnings: nightmares, angst sort of (fluff end dw)?
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People with contradictory world view and general thinking are bound to be engaged in petty disagreements. As strongly opinionated as Erik was he never got along with one certain mutant. Erik and y/n, always fighting, at each other’s throats. Most times they were rather entertaining scene creators at the Xavier’s institute, clashes were famous with the most colourful language used amongst the students. However Charles grew tired of this, best minds he knew were always bickering and fighting. Petty fights and little grudges turn ugly if pit against each other on battleground. God forbid that situation ever arises but Charles bad seen enough falling apart within his own to know how much could go wrong.
So, to get them along he paired the two to gather intel on some government bills at the procession gala held at Berlin. He was persuasive but not god, after all it was the hardest task in the world to get erik and y/n sit for dinner at the same table let alone go halfway across the world and pose as a couple, stay in one place and not blow cover? Charles came with the most believable persuading story as he could, lied the Oval Office asked for the two to specifically attend the mission this and that and it was a long afternoon trying to convince the two but the professor won in the end.
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That is how Erik and her ended up in Berlin, the moment they were alone, not posing anymore their smiles and in-love act completely dropped. Shutting the hotel door behind him Erik sighed. It was a whole week of these galas and charity events, back from their first one and y/n was already growing tired of Erik. “You know I kind of hated how you manhandled me back there.” She complained as she leaned on the wall for support and removed her heels.
“What?” He asked confused as he removed his blazer and draped it on the sofa chair “What are you talking about I did no such thing” he said not exactly recalling anything like that.
“You said something to that senator in French and then grabbed me close to you to kiss my forehead like I was on the run from you-who does that?” Y/n said, she didn’t speak French so she didn’t understand what the conversation was on about regardless the moment she recalled, she wasn’t even standing that far away for him for him to yank her close to him like that.
“A husband?” Erik said raising brows as he exaggerated in obviousness removing his cufflinks.
“With the grace of a woodcutter?” She scoffed as she rolled her eyes at him, it’s not like she minded that, the two posed like that the entire night at the event it’s just that erik would time and time loose his cool and she didn’t want any casualties further into these galas “it would look like I’m your hostage instead of wife can’t you try and look gentler somehow?”
“You just made that up.” Erik said as he shook his head disregarding her suggestion “The senator made a rather vulgar comment about you in French by the way, instead of adding to it I held you close. Would you rather I laugh along with him and appear rather crass?”
“you can try but you can’t really change what you are” Y/n mumbled with a stifled chuckle at her own jab as she stood by the dressing table mirror removing her jewellery.
“I heard that.” He responded giving her a disappointed look but she just laughed at it anyways. He changed out of his shirt as they’d conversed. Not engaging in silly debates anymore y/n went to the adjoining bathroom to change out of her dress.
Erik worked on gathering some background on the guests of the events they’d met and conversed with, information in context of intel they had so far whilst y/n updated Charles via a long email, two emails, one of the intel and other how much insufferable Erik was.
Their third day in Berlin went remotely same, night however was about to be different. Y/n was settling their bed, the first two nights they took turns on the sofa but it turned out to be very uncomfortable to sleep in so they decided to share the bed. Erik glanced up from his laptop as y/n was setting up a pillow wall on the bed “That is so childish.” He commented.
“Yeah yeah” y/n said as she rolled her eyes, making clear partition of the bed. “Do not invade my side alright?”
Erik couldn’t help but laugh at the use of ‘invade’ “Wouldn’t dream of it.” He said as he turned his attention back to the laptop. He decided to stay up rather late that night even after y/n retreated to bed. He would joke that it was easier to work after she was sleep and before she was awake as if he secretly didn’t hate the absence her ramblings brought.
An hour or so had passed, Y/n was sound asleep as he decided to wind up. He left to clean the desk, brush his teeth and wind down. When he came to bed he was met with y/n mumbling in her sleep, tossing and turning on her side of the bed.
His gaze softened when he realised she might be going through a nightmare. It seemed difficult, whatever she was seeing, he couldn’t understand her words but he caught a few pleading syllables here and there. “y/n…hey wake up” he cooed softly as he tried to wake her up, he gently placed his hands on her shoulder. “Hey-you’re just dreaming y/n…wake up.” He spoke and she got up almost instantly, breathing heavily.
She sat up trying to get used to the surroundings again, always the same thing. She hated when those dreams resurfaced revolving around her most despised horror. Erik had heard from Charles of what she’d been through when she was new, he didn’t know she was impacted to this scale. “Are you alright?” His voice arose another bad feeling inside of her. She didn’t want to be perceived as a weakling in front of him. When they’d argue he’d often call her that, not that she wouldn’t call him worse back but she would hate if he found out about this ordeal. She didn’t want to appear weak.
Getting out of the bed hurriedly she rushed to the table stand, feeling a bit dizzy after how fast she stood up and how fast she was trying to comprehend everything. She tried to pour herself a glass of water shakily. Her train of thoughts ran as she tried not to have a break down, her heart beat fast from the visuals of the nightmare still fresh in her mind. Erik was quick to pace up to her “Hey look at me” he spoke taking the jug of water out of her hands given she was struggling to pour it properly.
“Are you alright?” Erik repeated his question and he could note how she was still too shaken to answer correctly and fine enough.
“Y-yeah-“ she could muster out as she tried to level her breathing which didn’t seem to work apparently.
“Y/n.” He spoke leaning lower to meet her eyes since she avoided eye contact with him, “look at me” he spoke as he placed comforting hands by biceps to hold her upright. “Deep breaths with me, come on.” He spoke as he guided her to sit on the edge of the bed. He rubbed her back as she was still slightly trembling guiding her to breathe evenly.
After a few moments when she tried to fake the best proper composure she could she nodded, “I’m alright thanks” she said very softly afraid she might tear up any moment. Ever so tired and scared of her recurring nightmares, just when she thought it was getting better. Why would it not leave her alone? Why couldn’t she move past it?
Erik wasn’t a mind reader but the look on her face read enough for him at the moment, “y/n” he sighed “Do you want to talk about it?”
“I said it’s fine-“ she said with an exhale however her breaking voice and avoiding stare said something else. She couldn’t hold it back anymore as the brimming tears surfaced out of her eyes. She held her head in her hands weeping into them. Erik didn’t say anything as he wrapped his arm around her in a comforting manner, “I-I’m not this soft alright I’m not-I’m not weak” she told him like she had to justify her crying.
“Hey hey hey-“ he cooed as he pulled away just to see her face again, “who says you’re weak? This is completely alright.” He reasoned with her as she cried.
“No I—I just-“ she didn’t exactly know how well she could phrase this out for him. How much terrified she was of what she kept seeing in her dream, from her past, haunting her again and again and how much she didn’t want him to think she was this much of a mess.
“You are not weak, y/n. You are anything but weak. It’s difficult going through a nightmare but you’re really strong, you made out of it see” he talked to her patiently in a very encouraging manner as he wiped her tears with his sleeve.
“It felt so real-“ she choked up as she tried her best to stop crying, Erik took her into his arms, giving her a hug as he spoke sweet nothings to him.
She cried and trembled in his arms unable to speak coherently until she soothed her crying, he held her throughout it. “I am just so tried Erik…” she said as he pulled away to look at her face.
He removed the hair in front of her face, tucking it behind her ear, “is it always this bad?” He asked her, feeling really awful how much she’d had gone through already and even then in sleep she wasn’t left alone of it. Y/n nodded as she wiped the tears off her face, she wasn’t so phased by ‘this’ bad given she was used to them now.
“Is it frequent?” He asked, his softened gaze holding her trouble one.
“Not as frequent but-it comes and goes, I just can’t escape it.” She said with a dejected sigh. “I am used to it I just wish I was—properly used to it. I wish I wasn’t this affected…”
“Nobody should have to be used to this y/n it’s difficult, really difficult.” He told her as he held her hands in his softly. “It’s bound to affect you, in the worst way it’s made you…you. Surely doesn’t define you but it defines your strength, your courage. You are truly strong.”
“But I’m afraid Erik” she told him looking away, “I am exhausted of being this afraid.”
“And that’s fine.” He replied holding her hands in his a little tighter to impose the exaggeration of his words, “It takes strength to keep going, even more to be afraid and still keep going and you have done that job very well y/n.” He spoke as he kissed her forehead with a comforting smile adorning his face, reflecting how proud he was she made it through. “Let me help you?”
Y/n took a deep breath as she nodded, she felt rather safe in his help. In his presence and his touch, it was as comforting as it was safe. He helped her through that night, holding her close staying awake until she eventually fell asleep in his arms and he didn’t want to ever let go.
HIIII I hope you have a good day pls pls pls let me know if anyone wants to read more erik pieces! Requests are open too🕺
Feed back is desperately appreciated :)
Go drink water. Now. Or you will stub your toe in a corner in the next 10 seconds.
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From the news I'm getting here across the Pond, it seems like Liz Truss has perhaps achieved a marvel in that she's turning out to be more incompetent than Boris "Big Dog" Johnson. What are the chances the U.K. will have a new Prime Minister by the end of the year?
Yeah, she's exactly as competent really but, and this cannot be overstated, the person whose mess she's inherited IS Boris Johnson. But she compounds this with a Chancellor who is much, much worse.
Uh, this answer got long, sorry about that, but lol what can you do? Exercise restraint? Pfft.
By the end of the year... probably slim, as hilarious as the letters of no confidence are; the party can't survive another new leader that quickly. Johnson's greatest legacy - his greatest gift to the left - is the one he was always going to leave: he rose to power on a platform of 'feelings not facts', a method that is highly effective in the short term but horrendously unsustainable in the long run, once the shine of the bombast wears off and people realise that the bins aren't going out anymore. You cannot bluster and jazz hands your way through running a country indefinitely. You have to be competent at the daily grind.
Big Dog was not.
But during his tenure, everyone either threw all their weight behind him to suck his Union Jack-coloured cock and get a cushy ride themselves, or they were openly fired for disloyalty. He single-handedly created a Tory party that was defined by patriotism-flavoured incompetence. And then the bubble burst, and his old nemesis Mr Consequences came calling, and the situation was, very suddenly, that he was hot garbage - just absolute weapons-grade 'this is not a place of honour' levels of toxic - to have in charge of the party, but most importantly, crucially, none of them could get rid of him without also incriminating themselves.
That's why it took so long before the wave of resignations finally kicked things into happening. That's why it had to be a wave of resignations. None of the limping high school debating champions that were left in government could survive without him; even though he was actively poisoning them, they would die immediately with him gone. The tipping point came when finally that particular cost-benefit analysis see-sawed the other way.
And what's left? What was always going to be left: a hardcore radical group of 'feelings not facts' fascists, and an insipid hodgepodge of self-deluded clowns with the life skills of a particularly underwhelming five-year-old, all of whom are embroiled in bitter internal bitching wars and cliques and spend their days writing each other's names in a Burn Book rather than doing their jobs.
Everyone is blaming each other. No one is taking responsibility. The party can no longer agree on anything, except perhaps "Woe is us."
This latest leadership contest was actually a vicious thing that added to the damage and made the in-fighting worse. If we now add ANOTHER to the pile... well. I think we would see, at minimum, mass defections to UKIP. Very possibly some new political parties, like what Labour did when Jeremy Corbyn was too left-wing for them so Angela Smith and Chuka Umunna founded Change UK and claimed it was because Corbyn was racist and then Angela described people of colour as "black or a funny tinge... you know, a different... from the BAME community" and then Change UK was quietly dissolved after 10 months and no one remembers them anymore. It would be a disaster, is what I'm saying.
A new Chancellor, though... that's more likely, I think. Kwasi Kwarteng was rumoured to have had an affair with Liz Truss and honestly I strongly suspect that's why he got the job - he wrote a stupid book about economics that no one liked, on the night of the Brexit vote was overheard by a journalist saying “Who cares if sterling crashes? It will come back up again", and then became Chancellor, and then released a mini-budget last week that has tanked the pound to the lowest performance against the dollar since records began and immediately embroiled his PM into a financial crisis so bad she literally went into hiding for a day and a half. The UK is... actually completely fucked, as of this week. I cannot overstate what a fucking unmitigated disaster that budget is, or the damage it's causing. We were already doing very badly. This is catastrophic. This is like having an infected foot and everyone being concerned because it's turning gangrenous, and then Kwasi turns up and chops off both your legs and your dominant hand and then also the legs and dominant hands of everyone else present as well, except for himself and his rich mates. We are a long, long way beyond "First, do no harm."
But Kwarteng is also very replaceable.
However:
Liz Truss is extraordinarily stupid. I honestly don't know if it will occur to her to sacrifice him. If she's sensible she will; but 'sensible' is not a word I associate with Liz Truss.
The other option, of course, is an early general election being called, for the seven-hundred-and-fifteenth time in the last decade I stg. However, Tories only call for those if they stand a chance of winning.
One poll yesterday put Labour thirty-three points ahead of the Tories.
To put that into perspective, if that were to translate into a GE performance, the outcome of the vote would leave the Tories with...
THREE SEATS.
But! Of course! It's not so simple anyway:
That was an opinion poll, and those are always more extreme than an actual vote because people use them to express dissatisfaction. A vote would not be that extreme.
That was one of several polls yesterday. If we take an average, the actual figures are:
Labour are nineteen points ahead of the Tories.
Would you like some context?
In 1999 when Tony Blair won his landslide Labour victory - the greatest Labour lead in recent history - do you know what his polling lead was?
Twelve points.
Lol
So it is vanishingly unlikely the Tories will call a GE themselves. Their only hope now is that they can somehow do a good enough job to fix their party and win public confidence back before the next GE, which will be no later than January 2025.
In ENTIRELY UNRELATED NEWS I'm sure, Labour have just declared that they are backing a change to a proportional representation voting system in place of the UK's archaic first past the post system. Funny that.
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chynandri · 8 months
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An Analysis on Whose Bed is Whose in the Tsumugi and Ibara Section of their Dorm
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So this is a ‘discourse’ that happened like a few months ago on Twitter, and there were some great arguments made for why the two leftmost beds are Ibara’s vs Tsumugi’s. I just felt like adding my own thoughts into it very late into it all lmao.
So I also first assumed that the black bed is Ibara’s. After all, it matches the ‘Eden’ ‘Cospro’ ‘Adam’ vibe. And after all, Tsumugi has this impression of being a ‘simple’ guy to me, and perhaps would have a plant and a nice little artwork.
The fact that both of their personalities (at least outside of being an idol) and personal tastes are on the ‘understated’ side makes this debate go both ways. HOWEVER… upon further thought I realized the black bed could be NONE OTHER than Tsumugi’s. Why????
Let’s take a look at some Tsumugi cards.
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And let’s make some observations about him:
- dresses in business appropriate colours of blue black/dark blue
- has a fondness for comfort (see throw blanket and overall ‘cozy’ vibes coming from this guy)
These two facts, to me, already strongly point toward the black bedroom set being Tsumugi’s.
We know that Ibara doesn’t have any sort of hobbies or strong personal tastes outside of work.
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We can also look at what he said in Bogie Time about not being particular about where he sleeps (crazy:b’s old dorm that still has all their stuff in it??).
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Although his and Tsumugi’s sense of style may be similar, you could even say his is more generic and plain looking in comparison.
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(Translation link) His own dormmates don’t even see him that often = he doesn’t even spend TIME in the dorm that often. (I wish I could find a better quote for this, because I swear I've logged this fact into my brain for a reason but I can't remember where it's more directly stated.)
WHY would Ibara have two pillows (one large and one small at that) when he doesn't even care about the personal aesthetics or comfort the first place??
And you see, having a rather comfortable but professional looking bed set DOES align with what we can observe from TSUMUGI.
I can even refute my own statement about the bed having Adam, Cospro or Eden vibes. Adam and Eden’s image are all manufactured by Ibara. And idk I don’t think anyone in these dorms are gonna style their personal space after their agency, and it’s not like Ibara is a Cospro fanboy cuz he faces problems from the higher ups all the time.
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Having determined whose bed is whose now, this only brings up more questions. Why does Ibara have a plant? Why does he have an artwork there?
My two theories are that:
1. He purposefully put some normal looking things there to stand out less. That IS something that makes sense, cuz he carefully manages his image in front of others.
2. They’re gifts from Nagisa/Hiyori/Jun/his dormmates (MAYBE even Yuzuru to make it funnier)
And that’s my thoughts about the dorm situation. I don’t know Tsumugi that well, so I could be very wrong about it all tbh!
Tl;dr - Tsumugi has the black bed and Ibara has the white bed based on their vibes.
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Triggered by a conversation between mutuals that I wasn't able to partake in because I read it when it was already over but it still left me with a feeling of wanting to talk.
Many of my recent issues with this series and some of the characters in it come from coming to terms with the fact that people like me were never the intended demographic for it and thus many of my expectations and beliefs are unrealistic. I'm very much aware that every person who ever reads a text will understand it differently based on their experiences and emotions, we can see the most clear examples of it when it comes to the eternal debates on whether Jeyne & Sansa really bullied Arya or whether Catelyn's treatment of Jon should be considered abuse, but at least in my case the projection is based more on political situations that have strongly affected me and my loved ones and that are difficult to talk about in the open without feeling like my concerns are exaggerated and are also ruining other people's fun.
This is a fun series that has given my solace written by a white usan democrat who writes orientalist tropes and gives no real personality to any of his fully-canon-not-up-to-interpretation characters of colour and uses a half assed excuse to not have any of the main characters be a not-up-to-interpretation character of colour.
An example that is lighthearted and makes me chuckle could be my perception of the Vale. To me Mya Stone wears heavy colourful ponchos while Myranda wears a sanq'apa, Domeric Bolton played not only the harp but also the charango, maté is a common drink, and at least some of Sweetrobyn's lacking health comes from soroche. None of this is contradictory to the canon but I know that if I were to meet grrm and tell him of these concepts, he would probably think I'm on crack but would smile in false sympathy while Liiiiiiindaaaaaaaaa (and some readers, fans and tumblerinas) would just straight up tell me to go read something from my shithole country instead of tarnishing the beautiful and perfect European-based world of ice and fire./sar
And I am aware that the ironborn are perceived by most and are somewhat intended to be perceived as pseudo-historic "vikings but in the late Middle Ages" but I read these books when I was 12 and still thought that vikings were just a Hollywood invention, like the orange filter they put on Latin America or white saviours.
With this long introduction here are some random headcanons regarding ironborn lore and culture that aren't contradictory to canon but would probably clash against the more common fandom-built conceptions (many of which I do not like), sometimes accompanied by explanations and reasoning, often sentimental or based on personal experiences.
Nagga, the other unnamed dragon and the geographical formation of the islands
Heavily inspired by the myth of Trentren Vilu and Caicai Vilu. In the original real life mapuche myth the two giant snakes were enemies and after Caicai Vilu (sea snake) awoke form his slumber he caused a flood to bring down mankind because he considered them ungrateful brats who didn't appreciate the gifts offered by the sea. Trentren Vilu (land snake) helped the humans escape by raising the hills and turning those who drowned into sea creatures (fish, sea mammals and the mapuche equivalent to mermaids included) and those who were about to be engulfed by the waters into sea birds. Due to the long fighting and constant floods the land developed into thousands (not an exaggeration) islands.
My ironborn version of this isn't very different from the myth narrated above with Caicai Vilu's role becoming Nagga's and Trentren Vilu's being given to another sort of dragon that was it's oponent. The major difference in my headcanons is that said opponent perished, unlike Trentren, and Nagga kept on living and causing havoc until the Grey King finally killed it off. And if I am allowed to reach out even more with all this, the mermaid that the Grey King married could have been one of Nagga's victims saved by the other dragon but, taking into account what we know from Strange Stone this would mean that the formation of the Islands and the existence of merlings and the sea dragon would precede the Drowned God. That would be interesting.
Architectonic decoration
Some of my happiest memories take place in a small and poor fisher town in my home country that was usually damp and covered in fog. The beach was not a pleasant one. A remarkable thing about it was it's architecture that wasn't very particular in it's structure but still remains striking to me. The houses near the coast were all typical colourful, wooden stilt houses, but the further you got into land the houses would change and suddenly you found yourself in small and dirty alleys and streets between concrete houses that were rather plain in shape and old but the walls were covered in sea shells, and sometimes starfish and sea urchin carcasses, that had been plastered on the concrete. When I was 12 and had just moved to another country my class was tasked with making a dissertation about what we associate with the word "home". My teacher was a xenophobe who delighted in tormenting me and she laughed at the pictures and referred to them as tacky, my fellow classmates liked emulating her. I however still find them beautiful and that entire sentiment is something I mildly associate to the iron islands in a way.
It is my home. Flawed and meagre, but mine.
I also think that since sea shells are cheap and common it would fit into their more utilitarian tendencies; giving a purpose to what little they have instead of overspending (gold price) on aesthetics. For some reason this is something I like imagining at Harlaw and Lordsport in particular. Here are pictures
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Music
Feel weird about this because music in the entirety of Westeros is very generic and that makes it a little boring in my opinion. When it comes to Ironborn we are told of two reaving songs ("Steel Rain" and "The Bloody Cup") and it's mentioned quite often by ironborn characters that getting a song about them is something they should strive for. There might even be some religious reasons behind it too but that wasn't expanded on:
The Drowned God had made them to reave and rape, to carve out kingdoms and write their names in fire and blood and song. - Theon I, ACOK
Makes me wonder if Theon's "Let Abel make a song of that, we flew." could have been influenced by ironborn culture too instead of just his usual romanticism and the chivalric connotations of him "saving the girl". I haven't compared this to the other characters so I can't be sure about this but from my notes Theon seems to think quite a lot about wanting to be in/not being fit for a song.
We also have Loron Greyjoy, "the Bard", and we know very little of him except for that he used to have a gay ol' time with Desmond Mallister, but there's nothing that points to him being looked down on by the other ironborn and the nickname "the bard" feels significant but there's no info so what am I to make up with that? Well, I like to think he was a bit of a patron of the arts and maybe even a composer. The two reaving songs have no mentioned origins so maybe he was involved in their creation.
The thralls were pouring ale, and there was music, fiddles and skins and drums. - Theon II, ACOK
I like all of those instruments but grrm you are a bore. Westeros is about the size of South America and yet they have a total of nine instruments named. Loved the mention of kettledrums during the kingsmoot though.
The largest kettledrum in the world finds itself in Bali and serves religious purposes. I like to believe that perhaps the kettledrums during the kingsmoot also had some religious reasons for their use. Perhaps traditional melodies used to announce the different contenders for the seastone chair.
Drums make sense for reaving songs and truth be told I'm not sure to what he was referring with "skins" but I was surprised by the fiddles because they seemed like a wink at the just as anachronistic golden age piracy, even if fiddles have been around since the 10th century. This makes me think of more folkloric oriented music made more for dancing in taverns and harbours than for rowing.
When being deranged I became aware that percussion and string instruments can be played underwater as they don’t rely solely on air to transfer sound (they would still be very difficult to play and the sound would be weird). Dragging a bow across a fiddle would probably be easier than strumming a harp or lyre though. I don’t think the ironborn are deranged enough to try to play music under water but it makes for a fun picture to imagine them being more fond of sounds that can be transferred through it. I’m imagining them trying echolocation with dolphins.
For some reason I can’t really explain I like the idea of them playing the marimba and other percussion wood based instruments.
I like to believe that the finger dance can be somewhat compared to capoeira as in serving aesthetically pleasing and artistic purposes but also carrying a sort of danger and fighting spirit to it. It is something I can see as a pastime, acrobatic exercise and art and I like that.
Some mapiko dancers will bind sea shells in nets to their clothes and they will use them as bells and rattles when they dance. I like to think this could maybe be part of the finger dance when performed for artistic purposes, like perhaps a diplomatic visit or a national festivity, instead of just as a game.
(not ironborn lore related but as I went through my notes I realised that Theon is usually tense when thinking or witnessing happyish heroic sort of songs but he seems to be weirdly at peace/melancholic around "sad" and "soft" songs during ADWD and I find that very endearing. Go listen to Chris Garneau's between the bars and castle time you sad sulking ghost I love you I wish I could have seen you thrive but we are all doomed : ) )
Priestesses of the drowned god
I am heavily against the fandom notion that the Ironborn built a culture out of toxic masculinity that is particularly misogynistic when in canon women in the island (or at least ironborn women) have more liberties than in most of Westeros (with Dorne as an exception and maaaaaybe the North). The only female stewards we see in the series are all iron islanders and Asha being allowed to reave and raid and engage in spaces usually reserved to men isn't the exception to the rule. Theon mentions that women like her aren't uncommon in the isles, Asha is said to have resembled her mother in spirit and Hagen's beautiful red headed daughter, who is so low on the socio-economical hierarchy that she doesn't even get her own name, is not only allowed to behave similarly to Asha, but her sexual freedom is never questioned or criticised either. I honestly think that their most problematic issues come from feelings of ethnic superiority, not a personal vendetta against women.
So, I find it disappointing and lazy that we haven't gotten any female spaces in the faith of the drowned god. I remember someone mentioning on a Tumblr post that on one of the asoiaf based video games drowned priestesses were a thing. Sadly I have never played any of the video games and I can't find any further sources for this so I don't know if I should trust that. But! I like that idea. Drowned priests are restless; they have no home and are made to basically pilgrim their life away; they travel around the islands and also accompany the men on raids. I think it would be cool if the priestesses of the drowned god had a more stable role in ironborn society. During the age of heroes we had salt and rock kings and in a way I could see the drowned priestesses as the rock to the drowned priests salt but with less authority.
Maesters are still somewhat recent in the Iron Islands and I don't think that Septas would have been appreciated by most ironborn women given their teachings and expectations around gender norms so I like believing that priestesses of the drowned god could occupy that space as educators of children and healers. History and religion seemed to be tied together in ironborn culture and their religion at least passed down orally so I can imagine them acting somewhat similar to mande jèli but with more of a focus on religion and less importance on the overall politics. I can also imagine them performing less important rites, like weddings, coming of age ceremonies or maybe fertility related acts. So basically a mixture between Maester and Septa with a lesser standing to their male counterparts.
Rafts as beds
Drowned priests, who have no homes, should sleep on rafts on nights that are more or less calm because that is a magical experience that I think everyone should go through at least once in their life but it's also fitting to their entire suffering theme because you will freeze to death and get a cold.
Dhows
I learnt how to row, sail, fish and use the night sky as a map before I learned how to ride a bike and my personal nitpicking issue with the world building in asoiaf is the nautical terms used. What do you mean longships and galleys that have decks and cabins????? Even if they have two levels of rowers (and most of the described ones don't) this rarely makes sense!
And you know what? I'm not even going to take my time to give them accurate Viking-like ships. In my head, they travel on dhows. "Dhow" is a generic term to refer to certain types of sailing boats that are mostly used around the Indian Ocean and I am in love with them.
They are precious to me and they allow me more variety when imagining the different ships mentioned in relation to the ironborn characters.
Sea Bitch for example looks more like a beden to me than like a typical Viking longship
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but I can still imagine smaller, simpler looking galleys when needed, like a Dhoni. They can carry quite a lot of heavy stuff so they are usually good for trading (and probably raiding) too.
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If I recall correctly, the Iron fleet has been identified by the text as some hybrid between dromonds and longships and I can be content with that definition. Personally I picture them more like Byzantine dromonds with a deck, cabins and more than one set of rowers.
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Colloquialisms
I have always perceived colloquialisms as a subtle type of resistance to colonial and imperial forces, so I assume that the less integrated and maybe more separatist parts of Westeros (such as the Iron Islands, Dorne and maybe The North) would probably have a wider range of colloquialism as region based expressions. This is difficult to convey in fanworks of any sort and I can't think of any time I've made it noticeable in any of my fanworks but I like thinking about it. This could include idioms related to religious or geographical lore or more ambitious terms stemming from perhaps a former language spoken in the region or words taken and adapted from places they have sailed to, like the Summer Islands.
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cabin 14//iris kids headcanons
a/n: the hcs will be updated and edited as i come up with more
when iris kids get claimed a small rainbow appears over their heads—like a halo—regardless of the weather and if they're inside or not.
the cabin is made of marble and a prism hangs above the door that splits light and makes a rainbow when it's sunny.
inside it's very colourful. the beds, the paintings, the sculptures, the carpet.
iris kids are very indecisive so they always change the colours of the cabin. there have been fights between them on what colour/s to use next, what colour is too overused and other small, petty things.
they (almost) never have serious fights 'cause they're always able to communicate properly and resolve it/find a middle ground.
im probably not the first to say it but most—if not all—iris kids are queer/lgbtq+
they are the first to know when another camper is gay/trans/queer, since most other kids feel more comfortable discussing these things with iris kids.
they have a pretty good relationship with their mom. she even visits them or sends them messages throw rainbows.
the cabin has pots of all sizes with flowers from the demeter kids. they are good friends, along with some apollo and hermes kids. they help the demeter cabin grow strawberries and other fauna.
iris kids have a healthy competitions with ares kids. it's not uncommon to find an iris and ares kid having a playful banter, or fighting somewhere in the woods.
aphrodite kids love shipping them together. some iris/ares kids like to entertain them and tease eachother even more. others find it funny.
iris children are the third fastest cabin, after the hermes cabin(no. 1) and most of the ares kids(no. 2).
they don't like hardcore workouts—like ares kids—but they like jogging around the lake or throw the forest. sometimes they let apollo kids run with them to keep them company.
iris kids try to be friendly with everyone at camp(they are, sort of, cousins after all), but they won't hesitate to fight someone if needed.
they are pretty solid fighters when they need to, tho it's always the last resort for them. they prefer to try and communicate instead of going straight to beating eachother up(like ares kids. they swear it's easier and faster ti resolve things that way, but iris kids strongly disagree).
iris kids always try to stand their ground at fight for what they believe in.
they love a good debate(usually with ares kids)
most have light curly hair, usually short, tho they like to dye it from time to time. they also have brown eyes that look hazel/golden in the sun.
they are dog/hamster ppl.
not elaborating
i know it in my bones that the absolutely love and squeal when they see dogs in the street.
in some paintings iris is depicted as a goddess with wings (golden or white) but a lot of her kids didn't inherit that. some like to manipulate light to make it seem like they have transparent wings. so when an iris kid with wings comes to camp they lose it. they think it's so cool to have the ability to fly, just like that.
they love going to the pegasi stables with hypnos and aphrodite kids.
no matter their skin colour, they always seem to literally shine, like they have glitter all over them—they do.
they like to throw glitter everywhere (little misfortune ref)
one time the glitter went to the strawberry fields and demeter kids—as well as the satyrs—were mad at them for a week. they were forced to help them and they got their glitter privileges revoked.
they made sure to be more aware were they throw their glitter the next time.
iris kids share an interest in doves with the aphrodite kids. doves, in older times, were used to carry messages, so when a dove comes near an aphrodite kid they always try to pet it too.
their cabin is full of old antiques and stuff they swear they need to use later. they hate to throw things away. you could go in the cabin and leave looking like you've been sent from the medieval times.
they always carry candy with them
they either hate mint/mint-flavoured things or they love it.
they have a pet hamster in their cabin(like those class pets) and they love it.
iris kids probably give the weirdest names (ex mustard, mayonnaise, bird etc)
his name is ket (short fir ketchup).
one time they left ket's cage open end he got lost so they had to—begrudgingly—ask the hermes cabin for help. hermes kids found and returned ket safe and sound but they never let the iris kids live it down.
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tennessoui · 3 months
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there was debate about anakin's hair colour?
haha yeah i guess less of a debate and more just a lot of discussions and strongly held opinions which i can respect
biggest take away for me was i got an ask like a year and a half ago that basically said that in fics where anakin is blonde he bottoms and in fics where he's brunet he tops, which has had a huge impact on my fic writing tbh
now i consciously switch up how i'm describing anakin's hair color in relation to the sex dynamics i do not want to be so predictable as 'assigned bottom at blond hair' i never cared before and i don't care much now either what his hair color is but i change it all the time from fic to fic. gotta keep people on them toes!!
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just know that women of colour, especially middle eastern women, are seeing how silent you all are in criticising this genocide denialism. how so many of u liked and reblogged it and treated it as a fun little debate. how many of u spoke loudly on october 7th and even equated palestinians as a group facing collective punishment and ethnic cleansing and genocide to hamas whenever anyone on radblr showed a sliver of sympathy for palestinians. how many of u, despite pretending to care consistently about women's well-being, were completely silent on what palestinian women are facing today. how many of u jumped in to dogpile a woc on radblr for supporting palestinians and showing concern for palestinians. how many of u were quick to lie that another woc is probably a holocaust denier among other lies due to showing concern over the genocide palestinians are facing today.
"radical feminists" yet you're standing for a US-backed, western-backed settler-colonialist state partaking in a genocide against an indigenous population after already ethnically cleansing that population and persecuting them for decades.. "radical feminists" but you were quick to support military violence. "radical feminists" but you only cared about the israel/palestine "conflict" in terms of the attacks on october 7th but did not give a single shit about the events prior or after that date, about the suffering of palestinian women. ur feminism isn't radical, most of u politically align so strongly with the right-wing and don't even live by most of ur values nor do u actually do shit for women anywhere in the world.
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undertheopensky · 4 months
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Favorite LU boy and why?
FOUR!!! Four is best boi <3
There’s several reasons why - Minish Cap was my first Zelda game, and still holds a special place in my heart for it.
I really love Four’s LU design, with the vivid colours, detailed embroidery, and the little detail of his earring (MINISH FEATHER!!!). It’s always fun to look at.
I also really enjoy the different ways Four’s character can be handled especially with regard to the Colours - there’s a lot of potential to explore in very different directions, and just because I have a favourite doesn’t mean the others aren’t interesting.
And finally, I strongly relate to being considered ‘the responsible one’, when in fact your brain is in a constant debate between arson, vandalism, and just standing in the middle of a room screaming.
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chaospirals · 2 months
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𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐲
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❝ Art is empty without empathy.
Empathy is a keystone of Hwei's character. It's mentioned numerous times in his character insights and in his voice lines and, along with his imagination, is both his greatest strength and his fatal flaw. Even before he could clearly see emotions, Hwei was fascinated by them, both his own and others'. He would often get in trouble in Koyehn for prying too much into the emotions of others, and eventually learned that people get upset when their emotions are dug into, but it did nothing to quell his interest — only taught him to hide it.
As his visions developed, Hwei could often be caught staring past the person he was talking to — or, more accurately, staring at the colours they were giving off, committing them to memory so he could paint them later. He was fascinated by the way emotions blend into each other, and often coped with his own emotions by painting them as he imagines they would look, or by losing himself in the emotions of another.
It's in his hyper empathy that a lot of his problems arise. Because he can understand others so well, he can justify their actions. The same way it's easier to justify one's own actions because the person committing them knows the reasoning behind it, Hwei understands, intrinsically, why people act in the ways that they do. To him, no one ever acts 'irrationally' — if he connects the dots in the visions he sees, he can figure out, at the very least, the emotions that caused them to act that way.
This means he can empathize with people who do truly terrible things, and though he has a strong understanding of right and wrong, it often gets muddied in the how and why. He understands criminality enough to target mostly criminals, but he's never able to look at just their actions — everything becomes subjective the moment he sees that person face to face. Sometimes, even before he encounters them, he has already begun to spin possible reasons why they act the way they do. This, understandably, gets him into some heated debates that he has to get his way out of afterwards.
It's also possible for Hwei to get overwhelmed by the force of others' emotions. If it's one person he's usually okay, but the more people around him who are feeling strongly, the more overwhelming it can be. Extremely busy settings such as markets are very overwhelming for him, because it's hard for him to focus on his surroundings rather than the colours and emotions of everyone in the area. Oftentimes, Hwei tries to avoid these busy situations, as he'll often get trapped in them if he can't tune out the emotions long enough to get himself out. Someone save him.
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Wellington May 5th 2023
Speak Up for Women (SUFW) strongly object to the use of photographs of our Turn Up for Women event used alongside an article about alleged white supremacist or neo Nazi activity in New Zealand. This deliberate attempt to paint attendees as dangerous far right radicals is flirting with defamation and very offensive to all SUFW members - some of whom are Jewish and many of whom are lesbian.
As noted in an article by Democracy Project 12 April 2023, The Disinformation Project gains media coverage "largely because they make quite extraordinary and colourful statements about what is going on online and it makes for good stories".
At risk of being pulled into the latest Kafka Trap, where denials are treated as evidence of guilt, we repeat, we are a group of ordinary women from across the mainstream political spectrum and we do not have any associations with far right groups.
Kellie-Jay Keen has also denied links to Nazis. We note too that The New Zealand Jewish Council stated the word Nazi is too freely used and that Kellie-Jay Keen is not a Nazi. The Australian Jewish Council also noted the far right contingent at the rally in Melbourne were gate crashers.
If Stuff or the Disinformation Project has evidence of violence planned we strongly advise them to go to the Police. However it appears they have no evidence and instead are politically motivated to use guilt by association distraction techniques to shut down conversation and debate around gender ideology and sex based rights for women.
We note too a worrying authoritarian bent to the Disinformation Project utterances, for example an apparent regret that there is less "policing" lately on mainstream media platforms.
Concerning also is the infantilisation of the wider public indulged in by the Disinformation Project and the media, for example saying people are being "suckered and manipulated" (Stuff). We contend that concern about the radical sex-denialist aspects of gender ideology warrants legitimate public debate and it is entirely scurrilous to attempt to paint ordinary, peaceful protest and discussion as harmful and dangerous.
The latest outburst from The Disinformation Project and the uncritical reporting by Stuff and other outlets, reeks of desperation, ramping up the histrionics because more people both here and overseas are raising objections to radical sex-denialist demands and policies. These demands and policies have resulted in medical interventions on children, men placed in women's prisons and refuges, males being awarded prizes and opportunities meant for females, and demands for restrictions on speech and freedom of association.
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Anti-women protesters opposing the Let Women Speak event, March 25th 2023, Albert Park, Auckland, NZ
If the Disinformation Project is successful in its attempts to defame ordinary mainstream people as neo Nazis and or far right adjacent, there is real risk the fear mongering and hyperbole will place organisations such as SUFW at risk of real harm for expressing their gender critical views. As seen in Albert Park on March 25th, the two people arrested and charged with assault were not women trying to speak up, they were transgender rights activists trying to silence women.
here is the stuff article that SU4W is referring to. it recently came out, and completely conflates gender critical views and far rightism. yes, the far right are using the trans stuff to inflate the culture wars and suck people in, but that doesn't mean that all people that disagree with genderism are far right.
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Ernst Burke
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A/N: You thought I was done with the Burke Family 😏😏🤣🤣. Well Ladies and Gentlefolk, you are to be proved wrong! because guess what?! This family is big and I mean BIG! They have one huge web of a family tree. But that is to be discussed in another post later. Today we discuss the oldest Burke brother and sibling, Ernst Burke.
Name: Ernst Adeodatus Richard Burke
Born: 15th August 1879
Nicknames: none so far.
Name Meaning: Serious or Battle unto death (I'd say 78% of his personality)
Gender: Male
Gender Identity: Wizard (he/him)
Sexuality: heterosexual
Zodiac Sign: Leo
Blood Status: Pureblood.
Nationality/Ethnicity: White British.
Physical Appearance.
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Face Claim: Daniel Sharman
Hair: Chocolate brown
Eye Colour: Chocolate Brown
Height: 5 feet, 11 inches (1.8034m)
Weight: 69kgs
Skin Colour: Pale Ivory
Style: The usual upper-class wear of the late 19th century and early 20th century. Has at least one million ties for every occasion cus he loves them 🤣
Personality: Myers -Briggs Type: ENFJ-A, (the protagonist)
Strengths: Reliable, Receptive, Altruistic and Charming.
Interest/Hobbies: Ancient Art, playing the violin, Stamp collecting.
Weaknesses: Overly empathetic, Intense, condescending.
Distinguished marks:
a scar on his elbow from when he fell while playing football for the first time.
History:
Ernst was born, Ernst Adeodatus Richard Burke to an ancient and powerful pureblood family, the house of Burke. Being the First-born son, his birth was celebrated with great delight by both of his parents. His father had high hopes for him, to become a man exactly like him; a man of power. For most of his young life, Ernst tried his uttermost to live up to his father's expectations, meeting the people he wanted him to, and making relations with those his father wanted to.
But then he had an epiphany. Gradually a slight rebellious streak peeked through in his personality, understanding that his father was in the wrong. As a man, he soon became a natural leader, a man always ready for debate yet reserved and observant.
At a young age, his parents disowned his younger brother unbeknownst to Ernst who grew up without the knowledge of his younger brother. He was a protective and loving brother who scolded his siblings when they were in the wrong yet was always up for a game of charades with them. In his third year, he met with his estranged brother, Albert and they both immediately formed a lifelong strong bond.
At the age of 25, he married a close friend and the love of his life Loise Greengrass. And his story continues thus.
Witchcraft:
1st Wand: Black Walnut wood, 11 inches, unicorn hair core, brittle flexibility.
Less common than the standard walnut wand, that of black walnut seeks a master of good instincts and powerful insight. Black walnut is a very handsome wood, but not the easiest to master. It has one pronounced quirk, which is that it is abnormally attuned to inner conflict, and loses power dramatically if its possessor practises any form of self-deception. If the witch or wizard is unable or unwilling, to be honest with themselves or others, the wand often fails to perform adequately and must be matched with a new owner if it is to regain its former prowess. Paired with a sincere, self-aware owner, however, it becomes one of the most loyal and impressive wands of all, with a particular flair in all kinds of charmwork.
Unicorn hair generally produces the most consistent magic and is least subject to fluctuations and blockages. Wands with unicorn cores are generally the most difficult to turn to the Dark Arts. They are the most faithful of all wands, and usually remain strongly attached to their first owner, irrespective of whether he or she was an accomplished witch or wizard.
Animagus Form: None
Patronus: A Barn owl
Patronus memory: His first quidditch at Hogwarts match to which all his family had come and cheered for him.
Later Patronus memory: His newly formed family including all of his siblings and their families spending Christmas together.
Boggart: to be determined
Riddikulus: To be determined.
Amortentia (what does he smell like?): whiskey, fresh grass, a warm fire, cinnamon, ironed shirt
Amortentia (what does he smell?): honey, gardenias, Scottish valley, fresh river water, musty silk
Magical Abilities: none so far
At Hogwarts
Hogwarts house: Slytherin
Best Subjects: Defence against Dark Arts, Potions, Charms, Flying
Worst Subjects: Transfiguration, History of Magic
Elective Subjects: Care of Magical Creatures, Ancient Runes, Arithmancy, advanced Arithmancy and Alchemy (someone tell his father he needs a break!)
N.E.W.T.S: Defence against the Dark arts, Ancient Runes, Care of Magical Creatures, Potions and Alchemy.
Extracurricular activities: Flying, Muggle music, Art and Ancient studies.
Career
11-18: Hogwarts students
18-23: Worked as a ministry official in the department of magical law enforcement.
24-31: Active auror at the Ministry
31-death: Marquess Burke.
Relationships
Family:
Albert Burke:
When Albert came into the world, Ernst saw it as a great responsibility of his to take care of his adorable little brother. All his young days were spent playing and having the best of his days with Albert. But suddenly, Albert was gone, confusing Ernst, who was four at the time. But his parents told him that Albert was a distant cousin who left after his parents came back to get him. Ernst had no choice but to believe them. But, eventually, on one fateful day in his fourth year when he met a young boy whom he found out to be his long-lost brother. The boys although very different in personalities, Ernst being a natural leader and Albert being a shy youngster, soon grew an unbreakable and close bond well till their old age.
Alexander Burke:
The mischievous yet hooly jolly little brother. Ernst and Alexander were almost polar opposites the latter being rambunctious while the prior being rather sober. And truth be told Ernst did go to great lengths to get his younger brother out of all of his mischief in all of his younger days, but they still love each other (even though Ernst still hasn't forgiven him for stealing his favourite book and using the pages to make paper boats).
Cordelia Burke:
While Ernst adored his younger sister, Cordelia grew up always striving to be like her oldest brother. Although as they grew older their relationship was strained due to Cordelia's harsh comments about their brother Albert and sister Octavia. But eventually, Ernst accepted her apology and worked towards fixing their relationship.
Octavia Burke:
The first time when Ernst heard about Octavia joining the forces of you-know-who, he felt the most betrayed. He adored his little sister, who never failed to charm him. They spent many days during Ernst's time before Hogwarts walking under the stars and having the time of their lives. But the relationship came to an abrupt end after her downfall to evil.
Aurelian And Gwydion Burke:
As the first-born son of the family, Ernst's parents had HUGE expectations for him. For most of his life, Ernst spent trying to impress his father and mother. Finally, he saw the light, understanding he did not have to live his life trying to live up to his father's impossible standards but more trying to be himself. He finally came out of their shadow and found his true self. His mother had a slightly better relationship with him and he was the last one she spoke to before her passing.
Love Interest:
Lady Louise Florence Greengrass (profile coming soon): The sweet and gracious lady Louise charmed the heart of many men in her days, but the one who charmed her heart was Ernst Burke. The two fell head over heels for each other but had to wait until Louise was 20. Finally, they both Married two years after Ernst graduated, and they both built a happy family. Louise was a calm-minded person, who always helped Ernst let out his frustrations, while Ernst was always there to accompany her adventures into the forests and hillsides of Scotland. She was a liberal, brave and strong-hearted woman who never ceased to amaze Ernst.
Friends: Requests are open for his friendships!
Enemies: Requests are open for this too.
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mintacle · 1 year
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About Jason's eye colour, this is my headcanon for him: https://m00nslippers.tumblr.com/post/187634634083/do-you-have-any-headcanons-for-jasons-eye-color
I also headcanon that he has heterochromia. I mean why settle for one when you can have more. Different versions of Jason have different eye colours. In the animated movies he has green eyes and in some comics his eyes seem grey or it's a very light blue but I like to think it's grey. I also love brown eyes Jason! We really can choose our favourite eye colours for him.
Personally, I don't stick to one headcanon rigidly. Sometimes I think it's cool to have an autopsy scar other times it doesn't fit. I like his curly hair but I'm not really fond of curly hair on men so I do away with it when the mood strikes. It's one of the things I really like about fanon.
Yes!! Yeah, that's exactly it. I really love headcanons, because once you divest yourself from the idea of how to justify them with "canon", you get into the really cool symbolisms and explanations behind headcanons and those are always so interesting and fun.
I also swing back and forth between autopsy scar/no scar depending on the framing. (Also, the autopsy scar debate is old, I prefer the crack debate over whether or not Jason has a bellybutton./j )And for his hair I like him with a bit curly/wild hair but not extremely curly because that kind of wavy hair is the most fun to me personally to draw.
One thing that kind of bothers me is that I strongly prefer jason with the helmet for symbolic reasons, but the mask thing does show us more of his face and I am too weak-willed to resist. And anyway, most artists still give the helmet an angry expression which defeats its purpose.
But especially the eyes are a fun device to use to experiment, because we put so much significance on eyes as windows to the soul and what evokes our empathy. It doesn't matter so much to figure out what his true eye color is, what matters to me is what can you reveal through his eye color that is true of Jason?
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Solace just cemented his position as third party member to physically strike Romar, the second to do so out of the unbridled fury he provokes, and also cemented his utter hatred of him! Great position to be in when you’re in a tight-knit party together and rely on each other to stay alive.
[Image: a digital comic drawn in black and grey, depicting a conversation between Romar, a strongly-built human man with a topknot, covered in tattoos, and Solace, a very gaunt drow in a heavy wool coat and hat. Romar stands, self-righteously delivering his point: “no, slaves are beasts of burden, they don’t have souls-“ He’s then cut off by Solace, gesturing in outrage with his walking cane in hand, who says, “so you mean to tell me that upon emancipation I was just suddenly bestowed one?!” Romar enthusiastically answers, “yes!” His face then contorts comically as the handle of the aforementioned cane is swung into it at speed. End ID.]
They then exchanged a few letters, after Solace recognised that he should nip his fury in the bud before Romar drove him to commit anything even more violent and impulsive, and stomped away to seethe on his own. Those are pretty amusing, and under the cut.
The first letter has no image, but its text read:
“Romar, I wanted to acknowledge having struck you with the handle of my cane. While I do not shirk responsibility for letting my temper get the better of my judgement, I also do not believe that you had no part in sufficiently and deliberately agitating it to such an extreme, and my opinions on yours remain in unchanged abhorrence. I cannot say I am inclined to like you in any great measure, and must admit that itself is a generous phrasing of the fact. I nonetheless owe you an apology; wanton violence is an unintelligent and ineffectual way to resolve disagreement, and I do not wish to be in truth or rumour the kind of man who resorts to it. Your words struck a nerve, and I faltered, and for that I am deeply ashamed and sorry. I do not need your forgiveness, but I do hope we can go forward from this incident in a gentlemanly manner. Yours finitely, Solace Petrichor.”
The second letter is a reply from Romar (which I was delighted to receive as an image from his player, my friend Chris):
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[Image: the second letter. It’s typed to look handwritten, in elegant red text on aged-looking paper, with a bloodstain in a suspiciously similar red colour in the bottom right corner. It reads:
“Solace It is well understood that those that resort to violence as a last resort of debate know are only showing frustration in failure. It is clear that the realities I spoke were for you recognised as uncomfortable truths you were unable to reconcile between your emotion and intellect, which were clearly at odds with each other bringing on self hate. Unwilling to accept the truth you struck out for this I bear you only pity and no ill will. However, to suggest that my words were but trivial agitation, likened to the mercurial mistreats of Allva is a profound insult to my church and true faith Such an affront, as transgressions of others I have already recorded cannot be readily forgiven. Therefore at a future time when opportunity presents itself there is a debt in kind to be paid. Yours patiently Romar”
End ID.]
Solace was, understandably, only further perturbed. He then scrawled out a rebuttal, though never actually delivered it. (I hand-wrote his response, thoroughly charmed by the effort Chris had put into Romar’s.)
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[Image: the third letter. It’s handwritten (digitally) on similarly aged-looking paper, with dark ink, in Solace’s near-incomprehensible scrawl. It reads as follows:
“Romar, I would like to congratulate you on earning the title of second-most infuriating man I’ve ever met. I understand now that a favour to you is not an exchange between equals, but a system of blackmail with which you lord power over your contemporaries at the excuse of showing toward them any feeblest action of goodwill, and indulge the sick fantasies revelling in the pit in your soul moulded in the negative image of conscience. Consider the favour I supposedly owe returned in the undue respect I have, up to this point, shown you. Consider it paid. Should I prove myself foolish enough to be found in your debt again, know that I will resign from this position by doing you the kindness of restoring any stolen symmetry to your face by striking it from the other side. Yours resentfully, Solace Petrichor.”
End ID.]
Solace balled up the letter and tossed it across the floor, hoping his temper would have been sufficiently caught in the words or creases to collect dust in tandem. Even through the red haze, he knew how futile it would be to deliver it, and that his straws would break long before the camel’s back. No, he told himself. Anger has no seat at this table. There is work to be done; waste not your oil on burning daylight. He leant back on the bed of the inn, conscious that he should be making the most of the chance to rest while there was still more than a couple inches of bedroll between his weary bones and the cold, callous earth. If he wanted to sleep so close to daisy roots, he’d do it grinning up at them from the solace of his grave. Familiar fragments of poignance swam in his mind. The stars were winking at him through the gap in the curtains, and the air outside had handled the evening as gently as its bitter chill could do. It would be foolish to waste such mercy on anything but appreciation. He drew his instrument and began, with masterful quiet, to tune it, and then to play, letting the feeling guide him along nebulous melodies and distant, glowing chords, charting through the fog to familiarity and meaning. Though it hung heavy in the air, he could feel it about to clear, and some ray of sunshine - however fleeting - waiting patiently to fall on him.
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Hey, what would relationship with Levi be like? Could you do hcs pretty please? ~
I have done very specific headcanons but I have yet to do just general ones. So this is perfect, I'm glad you asked about this. Hopefully they don't get too repetitive, I'm trying to find different things to add in. Let me know if I missed anything. Again apologies for the long wait!!! Thanks for your request and I hope you enjoy!!!
Levi Ackerman Relationship Headcanons:
Levi hasn't done much in the romance department. It's most likely that you're going to be his first in everything. You're going to be his first kiss, his first cuddler, maybe even his first time if you guys work your way up there. But because he's so inexperienced, he's going to second guess himself a lot. So be patient with him and praise him often. He doesn't have to be perfect just as long as he makes you smile.
Levi's love language is definitely 'acts of service' for you. He sucks with expressing himself verbally and he believes that actions speak louder than words so he's prefers this method of showing his love for you. He'll start making you tea in the morning when he makes it for himself. He'll sneak some of your paperwork away so that you have less to do and you can go and occupy yourself with something far better than reading and signing papers. These are all small actions that he knows everyone else overlooks but you pick up on. And that's all he needs.
Anything you tell him, he remembers. Especially when hes planning a date. They range from big dreams you have for life after the war to your favourite colour. He loves seeing the way your face lights up when you notice he included something you told him about, even if it was weeks ago. He doesn't mind going the extra mile like that as long as he always gets to see you happy.
Levi will almost always want to shower/bathe with you. Its innocent and he always wants to spend as much time with you as possible. Work is constantly pulling him in different directions, always moving away from you and he hates it. At least this way he's able to pull you close and just have a moment's peace with you.
I strongly believe that Levi gets pouty and clingy when you ignore him. If the work situations switches and suddenly you're busy than he is and you stay up working to stay on top of everything, Levi will sit in the same room attempting to do something to occupy himself so that you can work. The first few hours are fine but then he'll start asking you more frequently what time you'll be done. If you look up and he's trying to focus on his book, you'll see his bottom lip sticking out in a pout. Take too long and he will physically take the work in front of you and move it to a different place so that he can hold you. Sometimes you'll be able to convince Levi to let you keep working if your sitting on his lap.
When a mission comes, Levi will be checking up on your more frequently. Checking your gear, where you're going to be in the formation and checking on you. Physically, if your sick or injured, theres no debate you are stuck at Headquarters sitting this one out. Mentally/Emotionally, he will not let you go if your in a slump. Because he knows it'll impare your decision making. There is no way in hell he would risk losing you over something that's easily presentable. And he wouldn't tell you to stay without reason. When your in top condition, he as total faith in you that you'll be just fine. It's when he notices that you're in a weird mood, that's only when he won't let you go.
Levi's favourite activities to do with you involve going for evening rides on your horses. Most of the time you'll just end up take his so that he can have your arms around his waist and feel you close. You guys really could do laps around the training forest and be happy but you guys are your favorite spot in a clearing that you prefer to go to. Other activities would be 'teaching' you how to make tea properly. Regardless of if you already know how to do it, he just wants to go through it with you so that he can learn how you like your tea. This often leads to exploring different cafes and tea shops on your free days off and occasionally you getting him to try a baked treat with the tea. As a result, Levi's learned how good certain fruits are when turned into a tart.
Overall despite the harsh world that you two live in, Levi keeps the relationship pretty sweet and relaxed. After all you are his angel who helps to calm him and one of the more important reasons keeping him going in the war. He wants you to have everything you and and works hard on trying to get more accustomed to certain relationship habits to make sure he treats you the way you deserve.
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