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bhox8h1i2tss · 1 year
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notedchampagne · 3 months
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quickly sketched out my tlt ocs to explain them to oomf
roch cardine is a fourth house medic! their dog is a newfoundland named guinuea. from saint guineafort. roch is from saint roch saint of dogs, cardine from.the 4 cardinal virtues. 4 in biblical meaning is often attributed to the 4 creatures around gods throne as well as symbolizing completeness
"temperance is love giving itself entirely to that which is loved; fortitude is love readily bearing all things for the sake of the loved object; justice is love serving only the loved object, and therefore ruling rightly; prudence is love distinguishing with sagacity between what hinders it and what helps it."
the four cardinal virtues
shes on the field but specializes more in second-based magic in siphoning life from her…dog… to power the injured. haha! :] shes in the same sort of generation as fluke and lubonna. everyone makes fun of her for having that damn dog
in the THIRD HOUSE theres fluke trium (cav) and lubonna tierce (necromancer). lubonna is a prior princess before the tridentarii existed. fluke is from a type of wormlike parasite, lubonna from charles lucian bonaparte who introduced the Phoenicopteridae family (flamingos). flamingo because they get their color from the feeding on brine shrimp - you can see that lubonna actually has flukes hair attached to it - she chews flukes hair off for power but uses the tips as um. extensions :)
lubonna thinks of them like jennifer and needy. but when lubonna pushes fluke too far in a shepherd planet interaction with BOE, fluke fucking kills lubonna and joins boe
a few years later roch and their dog guinea are kidnapped by boe - roch is gravely injured and so is guinea. both could have technically healed given time but in their desperation to escape they siphoned too much from guinea and… he died. sorry.
roch is kept in BOE as a prisoner of war. now we have a third house cav that picked life at the cost of feeling disgustingly alone and betrayed, and a fourth house healer that chose solitude and power instead of suffering with company. they have a hatething going on
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nightwardenminthara · 4 months
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I’m probably actually gonna post this during oc kiss week even though no kissing happens bc no one can stop me. but I liked this thing I wrote last night c:
But there was a magic to seeing him in action. Watching him control a crowd in that crass, infectious way. You either loved Tierce Hawke or you hated him, and it was hard for Sarian to grasp the latter. He understood jealousy — God knew, his own brother could have a monopoly on the emotion — but even seeing Tierce flirting and touching and more didn’t steer Sarian away from anything except starry-eyed admiration. Of course, they would kiss him and love him and fuck him. Everyone does. It would be more baffling if they didn’t.
tierce belongs to @sinquisition lol
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sinquisition · 6 days
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Tagged by @nightwardenminthara to make some kisses in this picrew!
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In order, @nightwardenminthara 's Gideon sharing a fond reunion smooch with Rodaine upon the latter's return from Warden business. Halen and Josephine, desperate after the sort-of duel. Tierce teasing Sarian (also nightwardenminthara's) After a climactic fight ending with Tierce having to use blood magic. And lastly, Rodaine (ft. A different hairstyle ajdkff) and Morrigan reuniting during Witch Hunt.
@iamonlybutaneel and @my-dumb-obsessions I think you two have already played around with this picrew but if you haven't posted them here, here is your chance!
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mayhaps-a-blog · 2 years
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I’ve now finished Vision of the Future, and something I noticed is that both Thrawn and “Thrawn”‘s plans collapsed at least in part because Talon Karrde decided to show up somewhere he wasn’t supposed to be.
I mean... he did it TWICE.
Wild Karrde indeed!
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peaceandnature · 1 year
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Oh death, you died and I’m alive instead
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cherribombart · 4 months
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Tierce de Picanterie Source
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biglisbonnews · 1 year
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The End of Love “I have been on first dates with 107 people in the past five years, without securing a long- term love relationship with anyone, which was always my goal.” https://www.theparisreview.org/blog/2023/02/14/the-end-of-love/
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Construire un feu en Mille Plateaux
Mille Plateaux, CCN La Rochelle présente Construire un feu de La Tierce, artistes associés, les 2 et 3 février 2023 à 20h30. Construire un feu – Dessin de Camille Ulrich Feux, Braises du vivant, Veillées… Ces dernières années, le feu ressurgit de toutes parts dans nos langues et nos pratiques, comme peut-être une nécessité de brûler les socles sur lesquels notre époque est fondée ou pour parvenir…
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infantisimo · 5 months
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"One mind trying to envision everything that could happen, everything that could go wrong, everything that one ship of humans could ever need to say to another. There is something tender about the tendency toward thoroughness. And then something grave about how the language effloresces, absurdly, into such dark specificity."
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nightwardenminthara · 3 months
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OC KISS WEEK
pairing: hessarian trevelyan/tierce hawke (@sinquisition) word count: 476 description: modern au!sarian is entranced by hawke at a party. also grant is there.
It’s loud. The music resounding against his eardrums in a way that is surely actively causing hearing loss the longer he sits. But he barely feels it, barely hears anything as he chews a thumbnail and stares off at Tierce. Off in the crowd, drawing people in like a magnet or like he was a flame and everyone else was a moth, desperate to be burned by it.
He nearly jumps when Grant settles down on the seat next to him, drinking long from his own beer bottle. Sarian nods his acknowledgement but doesn’t break his stare off at Hawke. The other Hawke. Grant follows his gaze to his brother.
Grant grunts and toys absently with the label on his bottle. Usually he was silent when he sat by him. Him and Sarian enjoying a silent break from the crowds at these things his brother put on. Sometimes Grant was part of the crowd too, sometimes he was just as charming and magnetic as his brother and it felt just as amazing to have his smile turned on Sarian, his devilish jokes in his ear, his gregarious laugh, like being let into a secret club. But, if Sarian were honest, it was a fraction of the magnetic pull he felt to Tierce.
Tierce is laughing and flirting and loud off in his gathered crowd and Grant looks sidelong at him. “Left out?” He watches Tierce too, both of them staring now.
Sarian breaks away, takes a sip of his own drink before Grant can say anymore. “Not at all. I’m just taking a breather.” It’s true. He didn’t feel left out at all. If he stepped towards him, Tierce would make room for him in his magnetic force field. He’d smile and flirt with Sarian too and at the end of the day, it was likely he’d invite him home.
But there was a magic to seeing him in action. Watching him control a crowd in that crass, infectious way. You either loved Tierce Hawke or you hated him, and it was hard for Sarian to grasp the latter. He understood jealousy — God knew, his own brother could have a monopoly on the emotion — but even seeing Tierce flirting and touching and more didn’t steer Sarian away from anything except starry-eyed admiration. Of course, they would kiss him and love him and fuck him. Everyone does. It would be more baffling if they didn’t.
Even Grant seems to catch sight of the draw of Tierce. Holding him close and steady like an anchor so he wouldn’t drift away on the tide of others’ desires.
Because when Tierce looks at you and laughs with you or even fucking drags you into a bar fight, it’s impossible not to love him. And it’s getting harder and harder to deny that Sarian does, indeed, love him.
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sinquisition · 2 months
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Do any of your characters have strong opinions of modes of transportation?
Rodaine: fuck horses. They are scary as fuck he'd rather walk. The only way he will accept getting on a horse is if his boyfriend is in charge of it. Modern au is the opposite for them, Rodaine is the one who knows how to drive and enjoys doing it and is the designated chauffeur for his boy 🥰 (his boy being @nightwardenminthara 's Gideon)
Tierce: fuck boats (they make him seasick :c)
Arc: my only guy who has no strong negative opinions on any particular mode of transportation (at least not that I've come with yet lmao) but he enjoys the cozy comfort of a small carriage/caravan since he grew up in them his whole life. I think in modern au this would lend itself to him liking long car trips and long train rides, especially the kind with sleeper cars. In either his pathfinder canon or modern au I think he likes driving be it car or carriage, but he especially enjoys being a passenger (i might also project my own car-related quirk onto him where whenever I am in a car that I am not driving I almost always fall asleep. It is his now)
Thank you for indulging my keyboard biting ajskflgl this is actually a really fun question! I have had these thoughts about Tierce and Rodaine but I forgot about them until this question reminded me!
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partages · 1 year
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Supprimer une app tierce Twitter
Info à partager: Vous remarquez sur votre compte Twitter qu'on publie à votre place des messages étranges (sur votre stimuline ou en DM). C'est sûrement une app tierce malveillante. Pour s'en débarrasser: il faut supprimer l'app tierce, c'est par ici: https://t.co/jSxDEhMODd pic.twitter.com/6kmNdKHUlu
— Victor Baissait (@VictorBaissait) August 4, 2022
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very niche thing alert!
AKA: I Translated Todd’s Poem Into International Maritime Signal Flags.
"i love being out autismed" - @desire-mona, 2024
What's an International Maritime Signal Flag? I'm glad you asked! They're flags used to communicate between ships:
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The International Code of Signals is a comprehensive guide to what combination of flags means what. Taken together, you can create an impressively large range of meanings with them.
Anyway! Onto the poem:
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So I wasn't quite sure where this was going until the last few stanzas, when it became clear that this poem was no longer Todd's monologue but a dialogue between two ships, one sinking and the other unhearing (ignoring? avoiding?). The translation gave it a new dimension - it should be noted that all translations fail to preserve the exact meaning of their source - this one just took it a little farther. The poem became a call to be understood, in the same way that much of Neil's story is a call to be understood; it's misunderstood - the boys laugh - in the same way Neil is misunderstood. That gulf of silence between him and his father, that scene in his father's study where he does not justify himself, may as well be a gulf composed of water.
Both poetry and signal flags are last resorts - they are there to be used if all other methods of communication prove ineffective. They are desperate. There is a desperation, too, to the use of signal flags:
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(At Sea, Merritt Tierce)
This film, after all, is about speaking to other people in languages they do not understand. This film is a code. It is coded. So, too, is poetry, and so, too, is translation. Through translation and through code I tell you that I AM HERE, that I WISH TO COMMUNICATE WITH YOU, that I WAS GOOD. I WAS REALLY GOOD. Can you understand me now? Was my act of deciphering still not enough?
(For more signal flag poems, check out Code Poems by Hannah Weiner.)
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