#sunshine-fruit-of-the-vine

[theolddivorcedzukka]

Tell me more facts about John Laurens please. You have to put up with my long ass posts about autistic ghost summoners from Jupiter so you can tell me as much as you like about Your Special Guy

!!!!!! okay sooooo

john laurens was blond. that is so important to remember cause he, like all blond men, dies a hamster death

he didn't like his dad at all omg. henry laurens was one of the biggest plantation and therefore slave owners in south carolina and laurens was a slavery abolitionist so of course he hated his guts. plus his father was always like "omg master jack could have the prettiest girl placed in front of him and he wouldn't even look her way" and john liked men sooooo. also it is said that his father might have known that he was gay and tried to erase all evidence of that by burning his letters between hamiton so that's why we have few to no letters from laurens to hamilton to look at

also nearly everyone called him jack!!!

he was a super cunt and it was such a shock when he let anyone into his inner circle cause he was such a cunttttt omg but he was very loyal and intimate with the people he did allow into his life and that's why the hamilton letters are so huge as well

did u know that he once insulted king louis to his face and he still got a loan from france and military supplies? coolest guy ever

he also drew a lot!! he loved drawing birds and he was actually really good at it

he was actually the most aggressive out of the combo of him and hamilton which is so surprising. when he dueled lee and injured him, he wanted to keep going and hamilton and lee's second had to convince them out of it before they killed each other

he called hamilton "my dear boy".......he never referred to anyone else this way

he had an ex called francis kinloch who sucked so bad cause he was a royalist and he laughed at john's ideas against slavery so john broke it off right then and there in the most passive-aggressive letter I've ever seen (he didn't address him by his name at the beginning of the letter, roasted him to death, and then closed it off with a simple "adieu")

close to this time, he got a woman named martha manning pregnant and married her to preserve her honor. his daughter was named frances which is weird considering his ex was francis so like.....who calls their kid by their ex's name jfc???

alexander allegedly found out about john's wife and daughter after reading a letter addressed to him and this was a year and a half after knowing him. oops?

HE FUCKED THAT GINGER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

he was also held hostage by the british during alexander's wedding and alexander invited him for a threesome with eliza. btw

if you don't believe my last statement, he said "I wish you were at liberty to transgress the bounds of Pensylvania. I would invite you after the fall to Albany to be witness to the final consummation. My Mistress is a good girl, and already loves you because I have told her you are a clever fellow and my friend; but mind, she loves you a l’americaine not a la françoise" WHAT DO YOU MEAAAAAAN

hmm idk what else i can share but did u know that he was so fucking depressed like he was really depressed

[tag-that-oc]

Ship name for Isaac and Stefanos?

stefisaac or isanos

[createacamillahect]

A tsunami of rage washing over Camilla Hect’s whole body when she hears you insulted, the toned muscles in her shoulders rippling as she rolls them back and prepares to pounce. The flash of Camilla Hect’s twin blades, deftly taking care of whichever cad is guilty of (in her eyes) the most dastardly crime.

this is so vivid i love this

you're pretty "sensitive" (you get called this less now, thank god) it doesn't take a lot to offend you, but camilla doesn't discriminate. you're not complaining though, it's not hard to be kind and you enjoy kissing her afterwards when she's sweaty and still riled up

[polyphonial]

Oliver if you read aurora you will LOVE this guy

[id: a character from the aurora webcomic. they have pale skin, blue eyes and short black hair. they stare down intently in front of a night sky. end id.]

oh i know i will.. look at the autism in their eyes

[wegottagetouttahere]

I'm still betting on paul falling apart and either cam or pal Coming Back Wrong. I don’t think Tamsyn could permanently kill them both (wishful thinking)

Also when I was typing “cam” for this I accidentally typed “clam.” Clam cam. Spongebob wont leave my brain

Clamilla Hect and Palamedes Sharktus… sorry that’s the best I could come up with

I think that it’s most likely Cam and Pal are forever merged within Paul. However I’m also of the opinion that if Tamsyn Muir decides to bring them back, it will only be to give them a second, even more tragic death. I don’t think a happy ending is in the cards for them :/

[bisexuallsokka]

Ok not necessarily zukka but my fave divorce song: Changer by Anaïs Mitchell!

“Morning has stolen your shadow from me/but I hold its shape in my mind/the shape of your back as you turned it on me/one last time”

“I’m gonna go quietly/you don’t have to tell me to/just let me lie a little longer next to you/I’m not trying to bother you/I’m just trying to breathe you in”

“speaking of loving you, I do/I’m telling you stranger to stranger”

oh cool an anaïs mitchell divorce song nice *explodes*

[autistic-yuri]

Dio are you watching Grease fanfiction. Cause if you are I might have to unfollow you (KIDDING KIDDING my personal vendetta against Grease will not interfere with our mutualship)

SOPH DO YOU NOT REMEMBER THE TIME I WENT UNHINGED ON HERE ABOUT WRITING GREASE FAN FIC? I WAS GOING CRAZY OVER FRENCHIE/SANDY/RIZZO! Of course I’m watching Grease fan fic with non-binary lesbians. Who do you think I am?

[daisynik7]

Neighbor Nanami headcanon where he uses his new neighbors mini garden on their balcony as a conversation starter. Man had a crush for his pretty neighbor since she moved in months ago, but his tongue is always tied but one day he notices she is growing cherry tomatoes among all the flowers and herbs and his mouth is faster then his brain

Author's Note: This has been sitting in my inbox for months now, I'm so sorry it took so long for me to reply! I hope you enjoy this little drabble. :) Heart divider credit to @/cafekitsune!

You sip your coffee on the balcony, relaxing into the patio chair, basking in the morning sunshine. It’s been almost two months now since you moved into this new apartment and it finally feels like home. The first week you arrived, your parents helped you plant a miniature herb garden and you’ve somehow managed to keep it alive since. It’s now sprawling with fresh basil, parsley, and cilantro, all of which you use often to elevate certain recipes. You glance at the pot beside it, inspecting the cherry tomato plant you received as a house-warming gift from a friend. So far, no fruit yet, only leaves, though you’re hopeful you’ll see progress soon. 

Right on cue, you hear the distinct swoosh of a sliding door opening, then see your neighbor step out onto his balcony. You smile at him, waving. “Good morning, Nanami.” 

He turns to face you, giving you a polite nod, a steaming mug of hot tea in his hand. “Good morning.”

Your conversations usually don’t last very long. Sometimes it ends just like this, with the both of you silently enjoying the quiet morning together until either of you decide it’s time to get ready for work. He’s a quiet man, maybe even a little shy at times. Though you find comfort in his presence.

You watch him from the corner of your eye as he takes a sip of his tea, staring out into the horizon. Golden streaks of sunlight shine on him, casting a beautiful glow on his figure. He’s handsome, that’s for sure. You’ve always thought that ever since you met him. 

Feeling chatty today, you stand up, walking to your garden, grazing the delicate basil leaves between your fingers. “Do you cook?”

He’s surprised at your question, hesitating slightly before he answers, “Yes, I do.”

“My garden is overflowing now. Would you like some fresh herbs?”

He walks to the end of the balcony closest to you. “Are you sure?”

You grin at him. “Of course! I don’t know what else to do with all the excess. I’m running out of recipe ideas.”

His mouth opens, but then closes, remaining silent. You’re curious what he wants to say, though you don’t ask, plucking the stems off gently. “I’ll put these in a bag for you.” 

When you return, you notice him staring at the cherry tomato plant, studying it carefully. You hand the herbs to him, hoping he’d ask you about it. Instead, all he says is a quiet, “Thank you,” before bidding you farewell, going inside. 

You sigh, sinking back into your patio chair, wondering what you’re doing wrong. 

When the tomatoes sprout, you can’t contain your excitement, spending the morning marveling at the round green bulbs decorating the vines. Nanami is out with you, remaining silent, though you catch him glancing in your direction a few times. You want so badly to converse with him, but you’re unsure how. He hasn’t mentioned anything about the herbs since you gave it to him over a week ago. Did he use them yet? What did he cook with it?

Finally, on the day your little tomato babies are bright red, Nanami speaks to you. “Cherry tomatoes,” he says, looking at your plant. 

You beam at him. “Aren’t they beautiful?” 

He gazes at you, smiling. “Yes. Beautiful.”

Butterflies flap around in your stomach and suddenly, you’re speechless, unable to think of anything else to say. But you don’t need to, because this time, Nanami does the talking. “I’ve used up all of the herbs you gave me. Thank you again.”

“I’m so glad you found a use for them,” you reply, finding your voice, standing as close to his balcony as possible. “I’m not sure yet what I’ll use these tomatoes for.”

He does the same, and it feels like there’s barely any distance separating you now. “I know a great pasta recipe I can show you. If you’d like.” There’s a hint of blush in his cheeks. Maybe this is what he’s wanted to tell you all along.

You smile wider at him, happy with this progress. “I’d love that.”

[the-faceless-bride]

🦋🪷 𝓝ƴന𝚙𝒉𝟶ᥨ𝟶ဌƴ 💧🍃

Warnings? None really, just monster reader and descriptions of near-death, and allusions to capitalism.

Characters? Ghost, Price, Gaz, and Soap

Fic type? Head canons!

Summary? Headcanons of how 141 found Monster reader, took them home, and now live with them.

A/n: I will be making a full fic of how Reader was found and stuff but until... Headcanons! Also, @sunshine-and-moonshine was the inspo for this.

🧚‍♀️Monster Type?🧚‍♀️

Reader is a Nymph! A Nymph of the air specifically. the powers to control the wind, blend into the clouds and very close to the stars.

Your hair seems to float gracefully as if you have a fan that perfectly blows your hair at all times, your eyes glow an unusually beautiful color, your body seems a bit pale than a normal human would be, and your hands and feet while visible seem to be just slightly see-through the outline of your bones visible, same for you ribcage.

To some you'd be terrifying but to them... You're the most beautiful thing they had ever seen...

🦋 How you meet? 🦋

The boys crashed onto an island in the middle of nowhere, with little rations and no way back home. They tried everything they could to get an S. O. S. But the area they were in didn't have any planes going over it. And after a month or so when the rations were getting low, their sanity started deteriorating being consumed by hunger and thirst. So much so that everyone was starting to eye each other is a dark horrid hunger...

You had been observing for quite some time. You hadn't run into humans in your time of existence. So watching them was very interesting and peaked your curious nature. You wanted to keep them around, unfortunately, it took you a while to figure out why after a month your humans started behaving strangely. You forget that living things need things to survive like food... And water... You didn't want them to die... Or resort to eating each other to survive. You wanted to keep them! Even if you only really needed one.

One by one you visited them, in the darkness of night. Floating to them curling yourself into their side using the air around you, turning it from vapor to water holding your cupped hand to their mouth the other holding their heads. Kissing their faces and necks. Such strange and yet adorable creatures.

🪷 Life with Nymph Reader 🪷

For a while, they were content being here with you. Being given fresh water and you bringing them juicy fruit and fresh meat any time you could. But eventually, they got homesick. And while you wanted to be selfish and keep them here all to yourself. You didn't like seeing your humans so... Sad.

At first, you were sad they wanted to go... But one night Kyle had an amazing idea, you should just come home with them! You were excited about the idea! You haven't been around humans before so traveling where humans would be everywhere would be an interesting learning experience!

Helped build a raft of logs, fallen branches, and thick vines. Just big enough for your humans to sit on. Then you turned into air only your hands visible as you begin to push the raft fast enough to get to the mainland without tearing the raft to pieces.

Getting to the mainland you had to completely shield yourself. And while you had your fun when they were being asked about their survival and interrogated you ran invisible fingers through their hair, kissed along their necks, whispered sweet nothings into their ears. You didn't like being ignored for long periods.

You however weren't the only one who got jealous. Even though you can't be seen by others, the boys still get quite jealous. They also couldn't see you before, you just found them charming and desired to show yourself to them. They are paranoid that you'll find another just as charming and lose interest. But you treasure them and make sure to show them just how much you care for them and no other humans would ever replace them.

Eventually, they all end up living together. Mostly because they couldn't keep it civil and always ended up arguing about whose turn it was to have you for the week. Every night you go from room to room laying with them for a few hours, kissing them, loving them, touching them, fucking them... They love life.

They love you a lot and would gladly go through the tournament they did on that island for a month if it meant meeting you all over again.

[pureanonofficial]

My @drinkwithme-exchange gift for @sunshine-fruit-of-the-vine, who requested Cosette & Eponine! I drew a little moment where Cosette has been dressing Eponine up, and this is the first moment Eponine sees herself in the mirror and goes oh. Her hair pieces don't quite match, because they're Cosette's, and the pink isn't what she'd chose if she could, but for the first time in a long time she feels -- pretty. And Cosette is so pleased to see her feel so.

I developed a lot of emotions about them while drawing this, so I hope you enjoy!

[reevepheusweek]

Since Reeve Carney is leaving Hadestown soon, from November 12th to 19th we're going to celebrate Orpheus Week in his honor!

Day 1, November 12th, "To the Sunshine and the Fruit of the Vine" (Edmonton): A day dedicated to the first, rural incarnation of Reeve's Orpheus in the Edmonton era of Hadestown

Day 2, November 13th, "Always had a Crowd" (London): A day dedicated to London's stylish rockstar incarnation of Reeve's Orpheus, who never walked alone

Day 3, November 14th, "Touched by the Gods" (Broadway): A day dedicated to the Broadway incarnation of Reeve's Orpheus, the sweet bartender who lives under Hermes's wing

Day 4, November 15th, "I Believe in Us Together" (Love/Relationships): A day dedicated to Orpheus's relationships in general, whether with Eurydice, Hermes, Persephone, the Workers, even an OC!

Day 5, November 16th, "If It's True what They Say" (Grief/Poverty): A day dedicated to Orpheus's circumstances and lowest points in his life

Day 6, November 17th, "Spring Will Come Again" (Nature/Environment): A day dedicated to Orpheus's love for and connection to Nature in general, and his environmentalism

Day 7, November 18th, "Working on a Song" (Music): A day dedicated to Orpheus's musical gifts and his writing/composing process!

Day 8, November 19th, "To Orpheus and All of Us" (Free Day): This is the day we bid Reeve's Orpheus goodbye, so feel free to contribute to the final toast with anything!

Just tag us (@reevepheusweek) and/or tag your work with #Orpheusweek and we'll reblog! (Or send us the link if it's an external work, like a fanfic in AO3 or a Youtube performance!) Submit your fanfics, fanarts, poetry, songs, anything for our beloved poor boy, whether new or old!

Spill a drop for Orpheus, wherever he is now...

[silent-raven13]

A cute little doe

(AU: Centaur world! Miles is a deertaur and Hobie is a centaur, Shire horse breed centaur to be in fact. No Spider-man in this magical world)

Hobie, a strong tall centaur had been hiding the bushes watching, his black tail flicks side to side as he watches with so much anticipation. His black hairs shines by the sun showing off its lovely coat. Gwen a horsetaur with beautiful blond coating being a Akhal take horse breed, she went over to check on her friend. Hobie being a much taller, more lean centaur has no shirt but only arm jewelry, he sticks his head in the bushes as he continues to watch.

Gwen crosses her arms with a head tilt at her friend, she wore a tank top with a silly face on it. Their town has been filled with new comers due to being Spring, a lot of centaurs form a community to watch each others back and stick together. Since she's almost the same age as Hobie, she had to make sure where he was going every morning.

Ever since, a new group of deertaurs came into the land, Hobie seems to wander off. It's not like he never done it before, but this time he seems to off. He stares into distant with a flustered look on his face, and often mutters, "Sunflower or cute lil doe."

It kinda freaked out their roommate, Pavtri seeing how he woke up to Hobie drawing a deer tail, too. Freaked him out for sure. "What are you doing, brother Hobie?"

"Eck! Huh!" Hobie quickly shot out of the bushes trying to pretend everything is fine, "What do you mean, sister Gwendy?" His eyes avoiding her own blue eyes, he's sweating bullets. "Ummm, ahh. Hmm, nothing particular."

This made her blue eyes slightly wide, noticing her friend's attitude completely changed into a shy nervous person. "Okay, something is really up then? Let me see." She pushes him back to look over the bushes.

"Ack, wait!" Hobie got nudge in the stomach making him wince back, while Gwen went over to peek.

To her surprise, she saw a little doe from afar, it's a deertaur sniffing at a bush filled with blueberries. His big Honey-brown eyes gleams at the sweet fruit, his deer ears lift up with joy. Then, he took a bite of blueberries being in love, his smiles is like a ball of sunshine that got Gwen squinting at how brightly he smiles. Not to mention he had pretty Sunflowers in his hair and wrapped in a vine around his lower half of his body.

"So, it's that little deertaur you been checking out. Why not talk to her?" Gwen grins widely, "She's cute."

"I think it's a boy... not that I care about their genders, but it seems like it." Hobie looks bashful, he had one hand on his move being shy. "I tried, but one time I went over and the moment he saw me, he freaked out and ran."

"Ohh, he looks a lot like a little doe! Hmm, what if I go over there with you?"

"What? No-no, it's fine. I don't want to scare him!" He quickly said with his voice sounding sad. "I terrified him last time."

Gwen rubs her chin, she watches the little stag munching on some blueberries, "Oh! I got it." Hobie listens to her plan.

The little deertaur was busy sniffing some blueberries to see if they weren't poisoned or rotten, he could smell the sweet ripe berries. His ears lifts up with joy, and his little deer tail wiggle a bit, his front hoof tapped the ground a sign he's joyful to eat some berries. "Ohh, mmm." He took a bite feeling the sweet tart of these berries, making him cup his own face by the delicious treat.

His kind have come a long way for safety from humans, they were in a nasty battle and many had decided it was best to move. Humans are foul, mean creatures that only care about themselves. They frighten him to the bones, his mind drifted off with purple stain on his lips from the ripe fruit.

"Hi-hi!" Then his daydream broke when a centaur with blond hair, pale skin and blue eyes jump in his sight.

The deertaur jumps being startled by the female centaur, "Yeep!" He quickly cover his face being scared, his whole body quivers in fear.

"Hey, don't be scared. I heard about your group and what ya'll went through. Sorry, to hear about moving away from your home. I am, Gwen! I wanna be your friend!" She places her hand on his shoulder, she got a look of him. This deertaur had more of deer features like his nose is black, his eyes are big and his fur goes pass his low abdominal. He is a little cutie.

"So-sorry," He speaks in a shy soft tone, this time showing his face looking bashful, "I'm... I'm Miles."

"We're gonna be great friends, hehe. Oh!" She turns to the side, "Hobie bring in the gift! Hurry up!"

Miles turns his head around he spotted the tall centaur before him. This one is so huge, he practically looms over him. He never felt so small, he quivers a bit having his first instinct to run away but seeing Gwen made him have a bit of courage. "Eep!" Came out of his mouth as he went behind the blond centaur being scared.

"It's okay. This is Hobie, he may look tall and scary but he's a cool guy!" Gwen said seeing the deertaur hiding behind her back, it's cute to see him being so afraid especially when his little tail perks up from any emotion. "Hobie, show him the gift."

The dark skinned centaur was too busy loving the way the deertaur was being so cute, that little tail of his has such a charm to it. "Uhh, right." Hobie holds a basket with delicious treats like fresh cut grass, acorns, nuts, fruits and corn.

This made Miles' black nose wiggles at the delicious smell of corn and grass, his eyes closed as he follows the scent. Hobie stood like a statue seeing the deertaur being so damn cute, he wanted him to get near him. To be able to comfortable in his presence. Miles sniffs the basket smelling the grass, "Ohh." His eyes half opened being so innocent.

Gwen giggles seeing her friend being so flustered, he looks like he's about to fall over. "Mm, apples my favorite." Miles took a bite bites from the basket already munching on the treats. "Mmm." He holds some fresh green grass to eat.

Hobie and Gwen awed at the adorable deertaur, the way he eats is so cute. "How adorable!" They said together.

Once Miles finished eating his part, "Is it... is it, okay I take the rest to my family?" His Honey Brown eyes on Hobie with such purity.

"Yeah, it's fine."

"Thank you!" He smiles widely having this bright glow. Hobie and Gwen couldn't face just innocence. "Hm? What's wrong?" He asked.

"Nothing. it's just your so adorable." Gwen mutters feeling her heart pound at his cuteness.

Hobie nodded. Miles giggles before circling around them, mostly Hobie being curious. "You're so tall! My dad is chief of the herd and I thought he was the biggest."

"This buck right here!" Gwen smirks with her elbow jabbing in Hobie's side, "is one of the tallest among our age group! And he doesn't have a mate."

"Gwendy! Stop. I'm not the only large one. Our herd's leader is... quite massive." Hobie crosses his arms with a frown.

Miles' ears went down seeing how this is his shy personality, "Oh." His eyes droops with a glisten shine to it, it's like he's ready to cry any moment, but that's one of his features. Holding the basket as he circles Hobie again, this time sniffing him. "You don't have a mate, yet?"

"No, he's single."

Hobie sighs, "I don't believe in mating, or..." He stops himself when the deertaur came close to sniff his chest, "I mean... I don't necessary believe in most of our customs."

"Oh... that's too bad. I'm looking for a mate." Miles seems to already be attractive toward the dark skinned centaur, his eyes soften, "But after the battle against the humans, I don't think I'll be worthy being mated."

"Huh, why not?" Gwen gasps.

"I'm a bit smaller than most stags in my herd, and it's not really ideal!" Miles's lips quivers with big teary eyes, "Everyone mistake me for a doe, too!"

The two tries to calm him down. "It's because you're so cute!" Hobie added, "A lad like you being this adorable. They'll be stupid to not pick you as a mate..."

Gwen points out, "Miles, are you planning to be with a doe?"

"I wanna fall in love... I don't care who!" Miles nodded, then he turns his upper half to look at his tail, "I believe in being with someone by the heart," as he fluff his tail, "but most stags in my herd are all about getting the best. I hope with your herd I can find someone."

"You will! And it's this guy right here!" Gwen patted Hobie's back.

Hobie shouted, "GWEN!"

"What?" Gwen went over to Miles, "He's been eyeing on you ever since you got here."

"Gwendy! Don't tell him that." Hobie pitches his friend's cheeks.

"OWWW!"

Miles gasps out loud then look flustered, "Really? I'll be honest, when I first saw you, I thought you look so cool." That made the two centaurs stop playing around, they froze. The cute deertaur holds the basket while his shoulders lifts up being nervous as he talks, "I thought you were very handsome too. I thought no one wants to be my friend since I'm a deertaur and look like a doe."

Hobie quickly went over to Miles, his hands on his shoulders, "You shouldn't view so badly on yourself. So far, talking with you, you seem like a great person. Me and Gwendy would love to be your friend."

"That's very nice of you." He smiles at Hobie, "Do you guys wanna pick some berries with me? I'm planning to bring some to my mamí."

"Sure!" Gwen said, "Oh, you know there's sweeter berries over here by the river. It's so good."

"Oh, we can go there. My family love berries!" Miles end up holding Hobie's hand being more bold, "Is it fine if you show me the way?"

Hobie quickly nodded, he felt his whole body warm by the single touch of the deertaur, "YES! I will!" He own long black tail wags back and forth, somehow it went over Miles' little tail.

This made the small centaur smiles at him, only for him to lean on Hobie's chest, "Your very kind Hobie. I hope we can be great friends."

"Me too, Sunflower."

Gwen giggles seeing the two already close, "Mission complete." It won't be long till those two will become mates just in time for Spring festival, too!

[createacamillahect]

Necromancer!Camilla Hect. A healer, mostly, but she can hold her own in a fight. Despite being Sixth, her secret weapon is flesh- specifically nails, which she extends, hardens and breaks to use as knives. Mostly her own, but Palamedes’s will do in a pinch.

ooo this is cool!

she also has knives on her in case of a vitamin deficiency. but there is something so satisfying to her about being able to use herself as a weapon

[field-s-of-flowers]

[ID: A reply on a post from the original poster, @/katakaluptastrophy, reading “@/sunshine-fruit-of-the-vine Ooh, your point in the tags about Corona’s comment to Judith is really interesting! Though I suppose it could also be interpreted as the Second being the ones doing the business contracts? Also please tell me more about your political headcanons…” /End ID.]

@katakaluptastrophy this is old but you absolutely do not have to ask me twice oh my god. This is where I reveal exactly how much of a history dork I am so be warned. I have also indicated Vibes in case that is helpful to anybody

So the common denominator among the Houses (as well as among societies as a whole, I spent like half a unit in my sociology class on this last year) is that there’s always a small upper class/nobility/etc and the population gets larger as you go down the ladder. That manifests in different ways within the different Houses, but it’s the same principle: The rich are few, and the poor are many.

That being said…

SECOND: The military leaders of the Nine, the Second are the ones who do the actual conquering of planets. However, Corona’s comment about how “as a Second, [Judith] should be willing to sell her birthright for economics” suggests they might not be getting their share of the profits. A huge portion of the Second lives in poverty, especially the capital city of Trentham, and pretty much the only way to escape it is to join the Cohort. The wealthy and powerful (generals, admirals and war heroes) vehemently deny there ever being a problem. For vibes, think New York City or Chicago but A Little Worse.

THIRD: The economic center of the Nine, the Third is a trade powerhouse and a hub for merchants and artisans. But they also export something a little less palatable: Propaganda for the Empire. The capital, Ida, is an enormous massive palace very similar to Versailles, where the best of the best workers (and the friends of the royal family) are privileged to live. Unlike the Second, where hard work actually can bring you up in the world, success in Ida comes out of bribes, flattery and sex. For vibes, think Paris but even less subtle, and crazy on the amethysts.

FOURTH: Supposedly a backup to the Second. In actuality, the lack of any real leadership has left the small and vulnerable population (veterans, the sick and disabled) to the mercy of the Fourth’s criminal underbelly. The capital city of Tisis is functionally a ghost town, mostly full of impotent, sheltered nobles and extensions of the mafia collecting bribes, and the other cities aren’t much better. For vibes, think Piltover (I don’t play league of legends but I LOVE Arcane), but the upper city is way more depressing and abandoned and the whole thing has kind of an ancient Roman feel as well.

FIFTH: The administration of the Nine, the Fifth works closely with the Emperor himself to keep the internal workings of His Empire running smoothly. Koniortos Court is a complex and many-armed bureaucracy, managed by its Lords or Ladies (and Seneschals, who do most of the actual diplomacy) like clockwork. It lies nestled in the capital of Rhax, where the majority of the Fifth’s population lives and works. There are frequent rebellions, but they’re snuffed out with alarming ease. For vibes, think combination of Victorian London and the city from Ulysses Dies At Dawn.

SIXTH: Less of its own independent state and more of the Emperor’s House of Wisdom, the Sixth House is the center of learning in the Nine Houses. Almost all the Houses send the best of their best to study there, so there’s a lot of people, but its native population is incredibly small- the size of a single city on the Third. Most of the Sixth is a single huge, labyrinthine library, surrounded by dormitories and a few spaceship ports for trade with the Seventh. Rank is decided not by birth, but by ability and age (in theory, anyway; in practice, they’ve strayed a bit from Cassiopeia’s vision). It’s still very communal, and everyone considers each other family on some level. For vibes, think a walled city combined with a super old university.

SEVENTH: The Seventh is responsible for most of the beautiful things made in the Empire. They export and import a lot of art, from pottery to poetry, and are considered superior craftsmen to the Third (which is why Ianthe thinks so poorly of their cloud formation poems). Outside this, they’re largely self-sufficient and very insular, doing their own farming making regular contact with only the Sixth. The lower classes are mostly farmers, while the aristocracy is just a few families, which is how Heptanary cancer happened. For vibes, think the romanticized version of the antebellum South from old books that like to gloss over the slavery thing, but a little bit sickly and weird-looking.

EIGHTH: The religious center of the Nine, the Eighth is in control of the worship of the Emperor and his Saints, as well as the Nine’s religious traditions. They’re also responsible for a chunk of Imperial propaganda- less than the Third, though, and directed less to the shepherd worlds and more within the Nine Houses. They live similarly to the Ninth House, with religious decadence, everyday asceticism and very little social mobility. The population of the Eighth House is actually very diverse, full of pilgrims from all over the Empire. For vibes, think medieval Italy but it’s all minimalist white and it ruins the whole thing.

NINTH: We know about the Ninth. We got like ten chapters about the Ninth. For vibes, think the Ninth.

[wegottagetouttahere]

Blue can we please please pretty please put on a production of The Unwanted Guest. You can be Ianthe and I can be Palamedes. Or we can do it the other way around. Idk we could get someone else to be Dulcie. Whaddaya say

Hell yes! Hard part would be to find that third person to be Dulcie. And a handful of people to play the hooded figures lol

I wish I knew how to make stage dioramas so I could create the set from the play. I’ve been rotating the idea of how it would look on our stage in my mind. I’ve got so many ideas!!!

[autumnssongbird]

im actually so sorry

@sunshine-fruit-of-the-vine