#alder has spoken

[firehollyalder]

I still find it funny about how much Tigerstar hates Firestar.

Like. It's so stupid it's funny.

Cause like. Baby Firepaw is 6 moons old or so when he joins ThunderClan. Two moons later he's made a warrior at 8. If we take 6 moons = 12 years, that means Tigerclaw was literally growling over this teenager for years.

One teenager pisses you off so you decide to obsessively dream about murdering him (canon), you train your sons to kill him (canon), you haunt his grandson throughout his life (canon), and then. and THEN.

And then you go out of your way to find this teenager-who-is-now-a-grown-man at the end of a fucking war and attempt to murder him then and there.

And you fail.

Nice going, buddy. Obsession ain't the best look on you, but I wouldn't have it any other way <3

(Sidenote: It's also funny that while Firestar is a constant in Tigerstar's brain, Tigerstar is not one in Firestar's. LMAO)

#alder has spoken #if you couldn't guess tiger's my fav villain #i'm a sucker for the ogs okay? #firestar #tigerstar i #warrior cats #the prophecies begin #into the wild #fire and ice #forest of secrets #rising storm #a dangerous path #the darkest hour #the last hope

[aetherhollowarchive]

The Aetherhollow Archive is a steampunk romance soaked in a gallon of magic. It is set in Summersmead, the fictional empire from the book you are sucked into. 

Four hundred years after the Chosen One failed to save their world, you find yourself in the shoes of the presumed, and freshly murdered, villain of the story - ostentatiously called Sovereign. You embark on a journey to unfold the mysteries of this new world and find a way home. But with your killer lurking in the shadows, who can you trust?

Genre: Steampunk, Fantasy, Romance, Mystery. Warnings: This story will be rated 18+ for depictions of death, violence, strong language, sexual themes, alcohol consumption, blood, etc. DEMO - Chapter 1, 23 October 2023

Fully customizable MC.

Uncover Sovereign’s murderer.

Help the Chief of Police save the citizens from a mysterious drug.

Deal with the air pirates and their insufferable leader!

Fight an automaton army!

While you might be going slightly mad, too.

Fix (or destroy) the world. No pressure.

Six romance options (1 NB male, 2F and 3M - one straight).

Romance Options

Elian “Eli” Cabello -  the Hero [NB, he/they] ???

The new dashing hero of the story. As the younger sibling of the late Chosen One, Eli has the best motive to have killed Sovereign. Leader of the rebellion and with a knack of putting themselves in danger, will they come to finish the job?

Face claim: Miguel Angel Silvestre

Keyon Dalgliesh - the Advisor [M] ???

Sovereign’s trusted advisor and confidant. Keyon is an all-knowing (if not all-wise) polymath, well-versed in history, science and several languages. He can come off as a bit of a snob, but he might just be the only person who had Sovereign’s back. But will he consider you an impostor? 

Face claim: Tom Hiddlestione’s Loki

Rae Fairburne - the Mercenary [F] 25

The scruffy mercenary Sovereign signed a contract with right before dying. Cold-hearted and opportunist, Rae is top on the list of enemies, but she does not seem to care much for neither the politics nor the city. Could she have a better offer for your head?

Face claim: Cara Gee’s Camina Drummer

Blythe Haywarde - the Inventor [F] 27

The brilliant Inventor Sovereign was sponsoring. She spends most of her time in the workshop tower, tinkering and creating all sorts of devices, and obsessively cleaning her tools. As gentle a soul as you can find, Blythe seems to care more about the strays she saves than the world outside. Could a killer hide underneath the doe-like eyes?

Face claim: Anna Diop

Thane Winthrope - the Guard [M, straight] 34

The new head of the Guard. Stoic and built like a brick wall, Thane is a man of few words. He has recently been promoted following the death of many palace soldiers. You feel his eyes follow you everywhere, but that’s just his duty as your newly appointed bodyguard. Right? 

Face claim: Sebastian Stan

Alder - Pirate king [M] 38 Flirty and boisterous, the king of the air pirates seems like a ray of sunshine on a first glance. You really don’t want to get on his bad side, the man is positively unhinged. Face claim: Tom Hardy

Other notable characters:

Angelica Cabello - The Chosen One [F] 32, deceased

Eli’s sister and former Chosen One. She had been sent on a journey to save their dying planet by an ancient prophecy. Angelica was betrayed and murdered at the end of the expedition by one of her companions who named themself Sovereign and took the promised power.

Face claim: Frankie Adams

Carling Powlett - Chief of police [F] 50

Madam Powlett is the long standing chief of Summersmead Police Department. She cares less for the nobility, but keeps an extra eye out for the less fortunate. She never hid her distaste for Sovereign. 

Face claim:  Shohreh Aghdashloo

Gytha - The Maid [F] 2

The clockwork maid Sovereign commissioned some two years prior. She’s soft spoken and delicate for an automaton, with an amazingly realistic porcelain face. She also makes incredible good tea.

DEMO  :  TBA  |  CHARACTER SHEET  |  LORE TBA  |  MUSIC  |

#intro post #The Aetherhollow Archive #interactive fiction #romance #steampunk #but with a little magic #twine if #twine wip #no demo #The Aetherhollow Archive IF #IF game #IF wip #steampunk if

[trans-rite]

Last night your mods packed up our altar and brought it to our local anarchist infoshop and café for a beautiful TDOR event. A few dozen of us were squeezed inside the little venue for performances of music, poetry, and dance, and then we took the stage to lead the Rite.

[A photo of an altar set up on a round mirrored table. The altar cloth is a white and burgundy bandanna with images of sunflowers. On the altar are four small glass votive candle holders, each with an image of one of the Ancestor Helping Spirits, and one white pillar candle with a rainbow across the middle of it. There is also a clear glass vase containing white roses and baby’s breath, a blue goblet full of water, a small jar containing a mixture of glitter and ash, a few white and yellow silk daisies, a bottle of poppers, a shooter of lube, and a labradorite amulet. In the background, slightly blurred, are many potted plants.]

Alder started by explaining the origins of the Rite, and how it’s evolved over the years. (We agreed that they would do this part because it needed to be concise and that is one thing that I, Rocket, am not.) Then we spoke the prayer we developed last year for the new format of the rite.

[A close-up of a small glass votive candle holder with an image taken from the Devil card from the Lubanko Tarot, which we use to represent Agdistis. Next to the candle holder is a very small stone dick.]

After we shared the prayer, the group read the names of the family members we’ve lost in the last year. There were 391 names, read by ten community members, and after each reader finished, the crowd shouted “¡Presente!”

Over the course of the night, the entire group collaborated to write each name on a long scroll of paper.

[A scroll of paper stretching the length of a room, unrolled on the floor, with the names handwritten on it. At the end of the paper closest to the camera is a large blue triangle stamp bearing the words “Trans people belong here!” and the date. Many pairs of feet are visible on either side of the paper.]

After the reading of the names was complete, we returned to the microphone. Earlier in the day, the two of us had been talking about how we couldn’t know the names of the trans people killed in Gaza over the last month – over the last decades, really – and wanted to honor them as much as we could, so before we continued with our planned prayers I took the mic and called out, “AND ONE MORE TIME FOR ALL OUR FAMILY MEMBERS WHO WERE SUBJECTED TO A FINAL ACT OF VIOLENCE BY BEING ERASED IN DEATH AND BURIED UNDER THE WRONG IDENTITY AND DENIED THEIR RIGHT TO HAVE THEIR NAMES SPOKEN WITH LOVE INTO COMMUNITY, WE DON’T KNOW YOU BUT WE LOVE YOU, ¡PRESENTE!

AND ONE MORE TIME FOR THE UNCOUNTABLE FAMILY MEMBERS TAKEN FROM US BY THE MASS VIOLENCE, WAR, GENOCIDE, ETHNIC CLEANSING, AND CLIMATE CATASTROPHE BEING PERPETRATED ON ALL THE PEOPLES OF THE WORLD BY A SYSTEM WHICH WE MUST HONOR THEM BY DESTROYING, WE DON’T KNOW YOU BUT WE LOVE YOU, ¡¡PRESENTE!!”

Then we continued with our planned prayers, the Mourner’s Kaddish, the Manifesto of the Order of Charonaea, and closed out with Assata’s Prayer, which we invited the crowd to call-and-response with us. I was heartened when speaking the Mourner’s Kaddish to hear that several people in the room were saying it along with me.

The evening closed out with a Theater of the Oppressed style embodied grieving and hoping exercise, and finally an open invitation to collaboratively bang on the biggest drum any of us had ever seen.

I think the Rite was received well, and we got a lot of really loving and grateful feedback that made us both feel like the Rite has come to a place where it’s both effective and accessible to people at any level of experience, which is what we were hoping. We’re grateful to the organizers for squeezing us in at the last minute and trusting us to bring some weird stuff, grateful to all of you for journeying with us this year, for sending us your asks and your altar photos to let us know that we’re together, and as always, grateful to the Ancestor Helping Spirits for being present with us in the work, speaking to us before, during, and after, having their hands on our shoulders, and welcoming the dead with celebration and love.

May they rest in power. May their memory be a blessing. May they never thirst.

[A photo of an altar set up in a dim room. The altar contains lit candles, art, and offerings, including a piece of slate bearing the Manifesto of the Order of Charonaea in decoupaged magazine cut out letters.]

-- Mod rocket

#mod post #troe2023 #trans rite of elevation #altars

[nomi--sunrider]

Then, Now, and Always

Chapter 46: Then, Now, and Always

Summary: The end of the war and everything that comes after.

Image Credit: Screencapping-BadWolfKaily, Editing-Sel Queen's Courtesan

Author's Note below the cut. Contains spoilers for the chapter so read the chapter first.

Thanks everyone for reading Then, Now, and Always. My biggest creative project of the past year and as of now, my best work. This fandom has given me so much, from badly needed dopamine during my first year of grad school to a lovely excuse to go to London for my first ever con! I've discovered so much new music and so many new artists, developed crushes on a ton of great actors, and expanded my creative world so much. I can't believe the fic is finished. I'll sure miss it, but I'm excited to do other awesome things.

If anyone is interested, here is a link to an app/website called Lingvano. It comes highly recommended by deaf folks as a way for (hearing) people to learn ASL from deaf people. If I could write this fic again, I'd put actual deaf characters in it and maybe give Tally a deaf teacher. From research, I've learned it's better to study ASL from deaf folks, as they speak it as it's meant to be spoken and it's also their language in general. Unfortunately, Lingvano costs $9.99 per month after the free trial. Worth it in my opinion, as it's a very well-done site.

At the end of this post, there's a link to a playlist of music I listened to while writing the fic. I put liner notes of sorts below because I always get excited when other authors do that. However, you're welcome to listen however you like.

The Playlist

Chasing Twisters - Delta Rae : If Then, Now, and Always had a theme song, it would be this.

Salvation - LP : Honorable Mention

The Night We Met - Lord Huron : A guest commenter called Song Fairy recced this song to me in the Chapter 28 comments. You could listen to it anywhere in the fic, but Chapter 2 is reasonable enough to get a taste of what's coming.

X-Training - Henry Jackman : To be listened to during Chapter 11 during Tally's retraining montage.

Come to Your Senses - Alexandra Shipp, Vanessa Hudgens : It amuses me that this song is two women singing to Andrew Garfield because in my opinion, it's the best lesbian love ballad ever written for musical theater. Accompanies Chapter 12: The Twilight of Witchkind.

Say Something - A Great Big World, Christina Aguilera : I'm guessing it's obvious, but if it's not, this goes with Chapter 13: Say Something.

This is Me - Keala Settle, The Greatest Showman Ensemble : To be listened to with Chapter 15: Silent Witch, when Tally grabs the world by the nostrils and forces it to acknowledge her.

Ugly Heart - G.R.L : Could be listened to anywhere in the Chapter 16-19 realm where Sarah and Tally are both raging, both mad, sort of at each other, but mostly in general.

Evermore - Josh Groban : SpookyWitchling mentioned this song in the comments of Chapter 16: By Hand, specifically. I like it more as an Alder song, maybe at the end of Chapter 17: The Downside of Miracles, but you may do as you wish.

Laid Low - The Naked and Famous : This song has made Top 5 in my Spotify end of year playlist since 2016. It's a banger, it has anime AMV energy, I love it, and I think it's goes well with the Arc II finale, Chapter 25: Battle of the Goddesses.

If I'd Known I Loved Her - Delta Rae : I love this song so much. I first heard it in September 2022, back when TNAA was a mere twinkle in my eye, and I was like "Holy shit, this is Alder's half of the love story." Goes with Chapter 26: If I'd Known.

History Has Its Eyes on You: Christopher Jackson, Lin-Manuel Miranda, Original Broadway Cast of Hamilton : The main difficulty of writing the third act was Tally's character arc. At first, it was her overcoming her squeamishness and fear of getting hands dirty by killing Hearst in the finale. This felt supremely unsatisfying to me, and I realized this was because it was Tally's Arc II character journey, which was tied off in Chapter 25: Battle of the Goddesses. Readers might have missed it because it was an Alder POV chapter, but Chapter 25 is Tally's Arc II character climax. She takes control of Alder's mind during their duel, showing she's willing to fight dirty, punch below the belt, and do whatever it takes to survive, and she betrays Nicte to save the Spree, showing she can put her personal feelings aside to protect her people. Everything I'd planned for Arc III Tally, I actually gave to Arc II Tally. So I had to think of something else.

This song got me to where I needed to be to write Arc III Tally. At this point, it's not really about her personal internals, but about her journey as a leader and what she's going to do to change the world and lead witches into a future of peace. Yeah I know. It got really plotty and philosophical. But everything worked out! And I think it's way better than my original plan.

Stand by You - Rachel Platten

Human - Cher Lloyd

I like either or both of these for Chapters 28 and 29, Alder's Folly and The Seed of Revelation, Tally's POV which then slides into Alder's POV. They're ballads, bangers, and they work on numerous levels, which is cool.

All I Ask of You - Josh Groban, Kelly Clarkson : The song that led to me becoming a Kelly Clarkson stan. Her new album, Chemistry, is amazing. Listen to this song with Chapter 32: Past, Present, Future, when Tally is soothing Alder's fears and musing about their future.

Tally Two / What's the Plan / F-14 - Harold Faltermeyer : The main reason this fic is so aircraft-heavy is because I started writing it in October 2022, when Top Gun: Maverick came out on streaming. Listen to this song during Chapter 33: Into Darkness.

Zen Ball Master - John Powell, Hans Zimmer : It's not perfect, but I think the first half of the song suits the firefight scene in Chapter 35: Tally's Gift, when Tally, Sarah, and the Biddies are fighting their way out of the death factory.

I Am Moana (Song of the Ancestors) : I listened to this on repeat when I wrote Chapter 39: Nafssia. I knew what the chapter would be, I knew what Tally would do, and I knew I had to bring the fucking house down, which is why it took going to England, experiencing Witchbomb, and getting smiled at by Lyne Renee to pull it off.

One Less Witch in the World - Brandon Roberts : I'm sure I'm not the only one who thinks this, but the Motherland soundtrack is disproportionately amazing. Like...why didn't they spend that money on better writers? Or idk, a few more episodes in each season? Doesn't matter. This song is awesome, but I think it works well with Chapter 44: One Less Witch in the World, during the third section where they're diverting the Accords.

Dance with Everybody - Drew Holcomb and the Neighbors

Who Do You Love - Marianas Trench

Better Place - Rachel Platten

Three end credits songs. I like imagining Sarah and Tally enjoying a wonderful Beltane together with Dance with Everybody and/or Who Do You Love as the backing track. In my mind, if it's Who Do You Love, Tally runs over to the drums for heavy drums section during the bridge and uses her touch-empathy to play alongside the rest of the drummers. She doesn't have a voice, so I like imagining her learning to play instruments so she and Sarah can still make music together. Better Place works well as a fade-to-black song during the domestic bliss at the end of the fic.

#then now and always #Spotify #talder #tally craven #sarah alder #nomi--sunrider #motherland: fort salem #jessica sutton #lyne renee #i love you all #thanks for the journey

[tanadrin]

To Ocalla of Darsei, 9th house of the winding lane The 34th day of spring

Itachiye, my friend, and I hope this letter finds you well, and your kinsmen and family, and your friends; but I write to you with a low and darkened spirit, for many things have passed since last I wrote. And the guilt of failing to answer to your letters has grieved me, though you have been indulgent of my silence. I am grateful; and I shall explain that, and more, I hope, herein. Ah, Ocalla! It has been a long time since we walked under the alders together at Karmassa; and yet I hope year after year, foolish though it may be, that it will not be so long before we do so again.

When last I wrote it was to tell you of my new address in Ladai, and little more, for I was in a very great hurry. You expressed concern at the cause of my relocation, and on that, at least, I can reassure you that it was for fortunate reasons–perhaps the last truly fortunate thing that has happened to us since the autumn. There had been rumors for some time that the Soxha chancery wished to open a new charterhouse to serve the growing villages in the west. I had hoped to participate in this project, if it were true, since a new charterhouse is something I have often spoken in support of, but all I had heard in the weeks prior was rumors, with no definitive plans. Then one evening one of the senior clerks came to call on us–I thought it was nothing more than a social occasion at first–but over tea he confided to Peria and I that he hoped I might lead the new charterhouse–that, indeed, I should be its governor! My consistency in supporting the idea had impressed the senior clerks, he said; my zeal for the education of young people was evident, and they thought there was no one in the local chancery who was better suited to the task.

I cannot overstate the extent of my gratification at his words, or, for that matter, my surprise. I had thought that perhaps I was only being indulged as you might indulge a child who has a fancy they will not relinquish; and though I have always cared deeply about my work, I had not thought that I had much distinguished myself in it. Needless to say, I accepted at once; and the formal announcement was made a few days later. In the following weeks, we were all consumed with preparations. Peria and I at home, arranging the move, preparing to visit Ladai to look for a residence, and assuaging Kiya’s fears about the change, which were not inconsiderable. At the chancery, more work still–arranging for books and equipment, surveying the surrounding villages to determine how many instructors we would need, and of course actually choosing staff, and much more besides. It was the work of many months; and your letters sat on the corner of my writing-desk, reproaching me for my laziness; but I never thought I could really give them the attention that they deserved.

The actual move came in midwinter, and was the start of real trouble; there was heavy rain, as a result of which the roads were very bad, and what should have been only a journey of two days took five. The packet-coach was bogged down in the mud several times, and broke down completely on the morning of the fifth day. Impatient, I was able to procure the loan of a horse from a kind farmer and ride ahead, so I was at least in Ladai before sundown. I slept the night in a small hostel in the middle of town, and turned up to the chapterhouse the next morning.

What I found filled me with disappointment. The chancery had acquired a great old house on the outskirts of the town (which is not very big), and though handsome enough from the front, it was in a state of some disrepair. That much we knew; and we had hired workmen to renovate it, which should have been finished well in advance of my arrival. But I arrived to find them not halfway done–some of this was disorganization, but much of the delay was because the building was in much worse shape than we had thought. The uppermost storey, which was intended to be dormitories for the students from the furthest villages, proved to be entirely uninhabitable; the south wing had been damaged badly by a storm the fortnight prior; and because of the weather, there were delays in supplies for many of the most urgent repairs. I, of course, had no inkling of any of this beforehand, and I must confess I flt a deep fear in the moment that the senior clerks would regret their choice of a governor, and would decide to recall me to Soxha.

But, as you have often counselled me, the best solution for chaos is to tackle it head-on. So I marshalled the staff who had already arrived, and we took up paintbrushes and hammers and buckets to help in the repairs–some complained they knew nothing of carpentry or bricklaying, but, I reminded them, they had arms and could always carry things. I think some of the workmen were rather amused to see chancery-clerks carrying planks to and fro; but hard work has a knack for bringing even very different souls together, and once they were comfortable giving us direction, things began to get back on track rather quickly.

It took two weeks, and a ruined shirt, but we did get the repairs to the building back on track, more or less; we were a little short on space at the beginning of term, but not too badly to manage; and the boarding students had a warm and comfortable place to sleep. Peria and Kiya arrived shortly before the term started; and it seemed Kiya’s apprehension of moving to Ladai had mostly disappeared. She had found the trip (which went far better for her and her mother) to be a delightful adventure, and was thrilled with the picturesque village, which was full of children her own age. It grieves me terribly now to think of how little time I had for her then; but I was consumed with the business of the charterhouse, and even Peria only saw me for a few minutes each morning and evening.

I shall pass over most of the troubles that cropped up at the beginning of the term–none really stand out now, all belonging to the general difficulties of bringing together a new group of people for a significant endeavor. It wore on me, though, I will admit! I remember you once told me to beware of anyone who tries to bestow authority on you–and though I told you at the time that that admonition reflected your habits more than mine, there was some wisdom in it I must now admit. I care deeply about education; I enjoy it. Teaching is, outside my family, the thing that I find most rewarding in life. But the governor of a charterhouse does very little teaching! At his best, he supports others in their teaching, and perhaps takes a lecture here and there for himself, as his other duties permit; but in worse circumstances, he is a manager of clerks, a settler of petty disputes among the staff, a court of appeal for the disciplining of unruly pupils, and a manciple whose position is ornamented by the addition of a fancy hat. Those are tasks that, though a few of them might be moderately satisfying in the moment, have little in common with the thing I actually love and find satisfaction in, and owing to the circumstance there was more of each of them than there really had any right to be; more, it seemed, than any man could address in the finite hours allotted to each day.

You have accused me of being relentlessly, even belligerently cheerful at times; well, you might have taken some small satisfaction that by the middle of the term my spirits were decidedly beginning to wilt. I had known this would not be an easy job; yet it seemed, by then, that the celestial powers had returned from their eternal journey just to personally afflict me. Peria suggested that we go up to her sister’s cottage by Lake Halda during the midterm vacancy, and I eagerly accepted. At first, Kiya planned to stay in the village–she had made many new friends at the charterhouse, and they were already inseparable, in that way that only children in their unselfconscious way can be. But at the last minute I changed my mind–I missed my daughter, and I wanted to spend a few days with her before the breathless tumult resumed. Stupid! Selfish! And the worst part is that Kiya seemed only a little disappointed. Maybe if she had argued–but it does not matter now.

Lake Halda is fine in late spring; the water is clear, since the streams that feed it all come down from the icy mountains to the south. There is a long meadow along the western shore, not far from the cottage, where the flowers go down almost to the water’s edge, and the woods nearby are full of songbirds. The water is cold, even in summer; but while we were there the sun was shining and the sky was clear. If you ever have the opportunity, it is worth a day or two; I do not think I will ever go back. Our first few days were calm, quiet, relaxing–a thoroughly welcome reprieve for me. I felt like I had been away from my family, as though I was a sailor at sea, or a soldier at war; seeing Peria every morning, talking with Kiya over breakfast, going for walks together along the forest’s edge–it all filled me with more energy than I had had in months.

Our fourth day, we decided to have a picnic; we packed a lunch, and walked up into the woods. There is a trail there that goes to a low hilltop–a shoulder, really, of the higher hills behind it that rise gradually to the snow-topped mountains beyond. That hilltop forms a clearing rising out of the trees, with broad, flat stones that are warm when the weather is fair, and which give you a view of the whole lake and the valley beyond. It is only a few hours’ walk from the cottage; and when we reached the hilltop, it was only an hour or so past noon. We ate lunch, and Kiya went roaming among the nearby trees; and I lay back on the stones, with my hat for a pillow, and took a nap.

My memory of the rest of the afternoon is and poor. I woke to Peria shouting my name–Tatha! Tatha! Quick and ragged, in a way I had never heard before. I bolted upright and looked around, disoriented. By the sun, maybe two hours had gone by; I had been deep asleep. I remember running toward the sound of Peria’s voice; and I remember Peria, crouched over Kiya, who was lying still in the underbrush. Her hands and face were streaked with something, purple and black. She was not still; her small body convulsed as I approached.

Blueberries and raspberries grow wild by Lake Halda; in summers past, we have picked them with her aunt. Always together; we have never sent Kiya on her own. And I have warned her, in the past, not to eat things she finds in the woods, unless she is sure that they are safe. She forgot, perhaps; or she was sure, but nonetheless mistaken. It didn’t matter; in the moment, I was conscious only of how far we were from home. A couple of miles from the cottage; miles more from Ladai; and Soxha, the closest hospital, miles more beyond. I drew up Kiya in my arms, and I began to run as fast as I could.

I remember Peria saying she would go to the village; I remember laying Kiya down in her bed in the cottage; I remember Peria arriving–not long after, I think–with the local physician, a grandfatherly figure with thick glasses and a serious face. I remember him saying that nightshade grows wild in the forest–that from time to time the unwary mistake them for blueberries. How much had she eaten? Had she vomited? Neither Peria nor I knew.

Not enough, in the event, to kill her. We did not tarry at the cottage. At once we brought her back to Ladai, on the physician’s recommendation; there is a small sick-house there, and he had only a few medicines in his little village surgery. She languished in a coma for days; and I cannot tell you how great my relief was when she finally opened her eyes and looked around the room.

But that was not the end of my grief or my worry. I do not know what the usual course of nightshade poisoning is like; but Kiya struggled terribly, even after she came out of the coma. She was at turns feverish and delirious or both; the doctors worried she was also suffering from an infection or some kind of food poisoning, from some contaminant on the berries. Convulsions came and went; and on the few occasions she tried to speak, her words were unintelligible. I should, perhaps, have gone back to the charterhouse–they certainly had need of me, and there was little I could do at the sick-house. But I found that it was simply impossible. Neither Peria or I left her side, not even to sleep. The only thing worse than the fear, perhaps, was the guilt; but Peria did not blame me, nor could I blame her. We each privately reproved ourselves–mercilessly, I have no doubt. But that was all that we could do.

After six days, the worst of the symptoms seemed to have subsided. Kiya was taking food and water, sleeping and waking normally; but she still seemed terribly confused. Her memory was clouded–she did not recognize me or Peria, or any of her friends that came to visit her. She did not know where she was, or her own name. She seemed to regard almost everything around her as strange and bizarre, from the foods she was given to the clothes she wore. Her hands still sometimes shook, and she seemed to be brought nearly to tears by the smallest frustration, and everything frustrated her.

The physicians encouraged us to take her home, to return her to familiar surroundings; or as familiar as the house in Ladai could be. We showed her her books, her toys, her pencils and her drawings; she regarded them blankly, like they belonged to someone else entirely. We made her her favorite foods; she ate them with no particular satisfaction or disappointment. Her friends made one more effort to visit; but she couldn’t remember their names, and they went away, regrettably but perhaps understandably, confused and distressed.

I tried to return to the chapterhouse then; but I confess, my heart was not in it. I was distracted, unable to concentrate or care on most of the problems brought to me; and the other instructors seemed to notice. I think once or twice I came into a room when they were talking about me–their voices low, heads bent over, as if exchanging gossip. They stopped when they saw me. But it mattered very little to me; all my concerns were focused on Kiya.

I spent as much time as I could talking with her, trying to engage her memory or at least her attention. And, at first, I thought some progress was being made. Her ability to focus on what was happening around her improved; her tremors faded; her irritability and mood swings also gradually abated. Her memory seemed to be getting better–she remembered me, she remembered Peria. But her mother and I had spent nearly every waking minute with her; how could she not recognize us? I talked with her about the recent past–about the move to Ladai, about how the term had gone so far, about Lake Halda and the cottage–and she seemed to respond. She did not smile or laugh; but she said she remembered all these things. It was Peria who noticed–she was lying. She asked Kiya about a nonexistent friend, about details of the house in Soxha that were untrue. Kiya just nodded along. Hoping to avoid our anxious looks and our unhappy whispers. Peria wept that night, as we lay next to each other; I held her, and said nothing. What could I say?

Now, Ocalla, I will tell you something that I have told no one else. It happened only a day or so later. Kiya had fallen asleep early that night, just after dinner; Peria and I had stayed up a little longer, trying to enjoy what we could of a warm and fragrant evening. I woke in the night, thirsty, and went downstairs for some water, when I heard something moving in the front room, and saw the glimmer of a lamp from underneath the door. Concerned, I went in.

Kiya was sitting with a book propped up on the arm of a chair, poring over it closely. I could see her eyes–they were not reading, scanning back and forth. They glanced around almost as if at random; and the look on her face was one of incomprehension and growing frustration. I went over to her.

“Kiya, what’s wrong?”

She ignored me at first, and continued flipping through the pages.

“Kiya?”

“What are these?” she asked. I looked at what she was pointing at. She was holding a volume of the Chancery Pandect, open to an article on the Karyistene ruins.

“Inscriptions,” I said. “From very old ruins, to the east.” I pointed to the caption. “See? It tells you what they mean here.”

She did not look at the caption. She turned the page again.

“These?”

“Maps. Of Karyista.”

“Where is that?”

I paused. Kiya had always excelled in geography. “To the east,” I said. “About four weeks’ travel by road.”

I sat quietly for a moment. “Kiya,” I said, “can you read what the book says?” When she was four, she used to sit on my lap and read from the Pandect aloud. One day, she said, she was going to write for the Pandect.

She did not reply. I could see tears beginning to brim in her eyes.

“Kiya, do you remember your geography lessons, from the charterhouse?”

She turned the page again. Then again. Then she froze.

“Tatha, what’s this?”

It was a star-chart, spread out over two facing pages. The constellations were outlined in ghostly figures, and all the names of the brightest stars were marked.

“It’s the night sky,” I said.

“The night sky where?”

“Here,” I said. “Here in Ladai. And Soxha. We’re in the northern hemisphere–” I pointed to the left-hand page “--so this side is our sky. There’s Daashe, the dancer. Utamna, the herdsman. And there’s Rafei, the Great Horse–”

I stopped; Kiya’s tears were falling onto the upturned page one by one.

“Kiya, my dearest child, what’s wrong?” I set the book aside, and wrapped my arms around her; a heavy, dark weight seemed to fill my chest.

“It’s not right,” she said.

“What’s not right?” I asked.

“The stars.”

“The stars aren’t right?”

“The stars are wrong! It’s all wrong!”

She twisted out of my embrace; I let my arms fall to my side, though I wanted to weep myself.

“I’m starting to remember things,” she said. “And none of it is right.”

“Kiya, what do you mean?”

“I can’t–I don’t know how to explain,” she said. “But that’s not my name. That’s not who I am. That’s not how the sky is supposed to look. I don’t–I know there’s no such place as Karyista. Something’s changed. I don’t know you, or Peria, or this place. Or this house. It’s all wrong, like somone’s taken all the pieces of the world and turned them into something new.”

At that, she broke down sobbing; and all I could do was try to comfort her; and finally, when she was exhausted, carry her to bed.

Since then, I have resigned my position as governor of the charterhouse, and we are in the process of returning to Soxha. There are doctors there who specialize in the treatment of disorders of the mind, and chronic afflictions of the body. Whether Kiya suffers from the former, in consequence of the trauma of her sickness, or whether its lingering effects have resulted in the latter–or in some combination of the two–I hope, I pray, I dream that they can help to heal her. But in my most secret thoughts, I have a fear that seems too dark to even write–that some changeling spirit has stolen into her, and she is lost to me forever.

My daughter is not dead–it is important that you know that, Ocalla. But it is true that something has gone terribly, terribly wrong. That child that you once knew–that smiling, laughing, singing baby you once held on your knee–is afflicted by sorrows I cannot begin to understand. It may be that there is no help for us in Soxha, and if so we will go to Vallas, to the capital–I have already written to my brother there about the possibility. If that happens, I shall of course let you know; in the meantime, send your letters to my former address.

With love and unending well-wishes, Tatha

#tanadrin's fiction

[morningmask27]

Hypokits ok. Either Thistleheart x Icecloud or HollyCinder hypokits

ANON YOUR MIND! ThistleIce has now been added to RDA as a testament of how much I love this ship now

meet Asterleaf (creamer one) and Ferretchase (the technically a calico)

Fetterchase (alt names are Hareskip, Blizzardrun) is a smart and daring cat. Xe is kind and funny usually, but is quickly in serious mode when bad things happen. Xe can become a bit too strict then, but xe never means any harm and will back down when told to. Xe's also incredibly fast, like The fastest cat in WindClan right now. 

Asterleaf (alt names are Lacebreeze, Swanwing) is someone that always tries to please everyone. They're withdrawn and kind and struggle with their emotions a lot. They struggle to properly express them most of the time and bottle up a lot of emotions. This can lead them to make irrational decisions as they want the bad thing to Stop Now. 

Both are deaf since by a funny coincidence I headcanon both their moms to be deaf too. 

(Assume this is a world where both survive the great battle/between-book greencough)

Icecloud and Thistleheart bonded over being deaf in Clans that at best were being clumsily supportive. They were often talking about the latest dumb stuff they had to endure and always had endlessly long conversations about everything. 

The two slowly fell in love over the years they spent together during gatherings. Then one night at the border between Wind and Thunder, Thistleheart asked Icecloud to become mates. Ice accepted and so it began. 

This happened slightly before the start of avos (when I do slow burn, it burns sloooooooow). 

These two lovely kits were born during the darktail fiasco in a WindClan that was growing more restless by the day. These kits being born definitely did not help at all and it made Onestar be very rude to Thistleheart, but like, bordering on verbally abusive rude. This was when the borders were already closed, so Thistleheart couldn't even go see Ice anymore and this was the last straw. 

Thistleheart took her kits and went to ThunderClan with them. She wasn't going to stay in that damned Clan if Onestar was like this. This was the thing that finally forced Onestar to open the borders and tell everyone about Darktail. Thistleheart would stay in Thunder until Dark was defeated, but then Harestar wanted to prove he was a strong enough leader and demanded the kits back. Things weren't going to lead to a conflict just yet, but Thistleheart and Ferretkit were sent back to WindClan while Asterkit would stay in ThunderClan with Icecloud. (the leaders didn't listen to the protests of Violet, Twig, Alder and a few others about how bad it is to split littermates like that). 

Asterleaf (name courtesy of Bramblestar's shitty naming capabilities) replaces Brissie as the protag of TBC. 

Their painfully unrequited feelings for Plumstone (who is in love with Thriftear, and inherited xenophobia from blossomfall) and the frustration they felt about being torn away from their littermate made them a prime target for the impostor. They're technically called a codebreaker, but could save themselves by renouncing Icecloud. They were being pressured and forced by the impostor and did so. Ferret was horrified by everything and confronted Harestar to stand up against the impostor And confronted Aster about their actions in regards to their own mom. 

Side note, Fetter had grown up to be a vocal warrior that would Not back down from a challenge. And was always arguing for things to get better. 

Anyways, Harestar was already somewhat unwilling to follow the impostor, but Ferret berating Hare in front of the whole clan, and even using some spoken language, made him kinda forced to actually go against the impostor fully. 

With Aster things were a bit more complicated. They felt terribly bad about Ice boing banished because of them (Ice was safe and sound in WindClan tho, dw), but the impostor had promised them it would only be for the best as they know first paw how bad things become when half clan kits are born and they need to make an example out of the cats that made them have such an unpleasant kithood. (Ice was a good mom, but ThunderClan isn't the kindest, especially to a kit like Aster, even if kind cats like Daisy or Twigbranch were there). Ferret starts to become aggravated. Bramble and Hare were the reason their kithood was bad. Sadly tho xe could not get Aster to understand that and a Thunder patrol showed up, which forced Ferret to run. Obviously the patrol were never going to catch xir, but it was still close anyway. 

TBC continues as Aster starts to feel very stressed about "Bramblestar's" actions and they think about what Ferret said about Bramble and Hare being the actual reason they struggled. 

More cats begin to be banished, things are becoming very uneasy in ThunderClan and Ferret goes to find Rootspring to know more about what is happening. Ferret had heard about the rebellion from Smokehaze, xir good friend, and xe wanted to know more in case anything could help convince Aster to side against Bramble. Ferret learns about the possession stuff and again tries to convince Aster to stop. They didn't believe it could be true, so, mission failed. 

The rebellion decides it's too much, and plans a murder attempt on Bramble. It goes as poorly as in canon and a few cats die, including Smokehaze. Ferret is devastated and furious and runs all the way to the ThunderClan camp to kill Bramble xirself and it fails, but Ferret somehow still has some time to let Aster know xe's feeling all those things. Ferret has to flee again and by some miracle they escape yet another ThunderClan patrol into the WindClan border. 

Aster is still in ThunderClan and helps treat Bramblestar's wounds as they think about what happened. That the murder attempt failed was technically their fault (for not believing Aster, for not helping the rebellion, for having led a patrol to bramble) and they are starting to feel serious remorse for their actions there. Like in canon bramble is angry, banishes Berrynose and makes Asterleaf deputy. Many cats from all sides of the argument are unhappy with this choice, but they can't complain or they'd be banished. 

Aster actually goes to find Ferret after that. Ferret is livid obviously and doesn't want to talk to Aster, but they plead and Ferret begrudgingly accepts to talk with them. Ferret doesn't forgive them, not yet, but xe agrees to get them up to speed with the rebellion. Aster is determined to help and one of their first acts was to tell the rebels about Bramblestar's plans to attack WindClan for helping the rebels. They had the task of fully planning how the fight would go themselves, so they could tell every detail to prepare the camp as well as possible. Aster also intentionally didn't make their plans perfect to give more advantage to WindClan. 

The day of the fight Aster stands right besides "Bramble", as the fight commences. They split up eventually and that's when they see Icecloud being threatened by a RiverClan warrior. Aster jumps to their mom's defense and gets a heavy blow to their face as a reward, but Icecloud is safe at least. They keep fighting and cats from all clans die. In the end the battle is ended by Ferretchase violently attacking Bramble before running out of reach and that until bramble was too tired to continue. That's when a few rebels pin him to the ground and the battle is over. 

Most cats return to their camp. Aster isn't one of them as Squirrelflight took the deputy position back over and led ThunderClan back to camp. Aster needed to talk to Icecloud and Thistleheart first. Aster apologized to their moms about everything that happened. Aster even broke down tears because of the everything of feelings that was hitting them. Harestar allowed Aster to stay in camp for a few days. They got their wound treated and helped diligently to guard Ashfur. Ash still tried to get them to his side, but Aster wouldn't budge anymore. No they won't, never again. 

Or at least that was until Ashfur began over the fact that no-one would forgive them for what they've done. How they had broken the code and hurt their loved ones and they were an unlovable monster now. This began making Aster uncomfortable again until they couldn't deal with it anymore and lashed out, accidentally letting ash escape mostly to get rid of him. This was a bad idea as Ash immediately dragged Squilf in the dark forest. 

Aster was also starting to be tired of their bad decisions and set out to stop ash. Aster arrived at the Moonpool alone and entered the dark forest. 

Ferret was caught in a mess as both Ash and Aster were missing and cats were starting to think the two were in this plan together since the beginning. Ferret had xir own doubts, but wanted to trust Aster, so we defended them and began looking for them. Rootspring was so kind as to be a useful npc and tell Ferret about ash dragging Squilf in the dark forest and Aster following them. Ferret hurried over there and with Root's help entered the dark forest too. 

The dark forest was decaying, like in canon and Ferret nearly experienced it first pawed as we nearly dropped in a puddle of the black goop. Xe looked for any of the living cats they were looking for, but couldn't find any. Dark forest spirits found them instead. Ferretchase found xirself face to face with Sparrowfeather. Xe immediately positioned themselves in a fighting pose, but Sparrow wasn't going to attack xir. Sparrow wanted to know what was going on with all those living cats in the dark forest. Ferret briefly explained and Sparrow decided to help Ferret, if not just to get rid of Ash and have the dark forest be slightly less of a mess that's destroying itself. 

Aster on the other hand was not having such a great time. They met with some slightly less kind cats there and had to flee. They did see one of the cats accidentally fall in a pit of goop and disappear forever, which did not help with their worries. Eventually they found Ash and Squilf. The two were surrounded by dark forest spirits and Aster assumed it'd be a bad idea to fight Ash then and there. (it definitely would have been. See, Aster can make good decisions sometimes). 

Back in WindClan Thistleheart and Icecloud are worried about their kits and go look for them and arrive at the moonpool. Rootspringe also helps them enter and they find Asterleaf. Ice hurries over to her kit while Thistle follows, worried too, but slightly more hesitantly. Aster explains what happened and Thistleheart assures them they aren't an unlovable monster. They did terrible things, but that can all be repaired now. Thistle wants to know how things are going exactly with Ash and proposes to quickly spy, but not too long and Discreetly. The family go back to where Ashfur is harassing Squilf. Ash was too busy, but one of the other spirits saw them and called alarm. Ash immediately began shrieking (not that they could hear it) and sent a few spirits to deal with the three cats. 

They fled, but the spirits were closing in. Aster didn't want their moms to be hurt so they stopped right in their tracks as Thistle and Ice kept running. They faced down the three spirits that rapidly approached them. One of them was already lunging at them, but they were slammed to the ground by a white shape. A tortie sprang behind it and barred the path of the other two spirits. Aster was ready to fight and both Thistle and Ice had returned as they had realized Aster wasn't with them anymore. The family recognized Ferretchase and a happy reunion happened after the three spirits were dealt with. Sparrowfeather simply politely looked away while they were busy. 

The little family was together again and they were ready to finish this. They gathered some allies from StarClan, and from the living that Rootey got in the dark forest and prepared to launch a full-on assault of Ashfur to finish this once and for all. 

The group reunited and the battle began. It's honestly not very epic, but Ferret does specifically avoid hurting Smokehaze's spirit. Then Ashfur was threatening Squilf again, but too close to the goop and Aster had enough of it. They ran towards Ash and pushed him in the dark water. Aster followed him. Ash fought back to escape, but for good measure Aster gave them a massive push to deeper in the water. 

They were starting to drown too. The water was slowly making them fade away, the memories of their past flooding in. The WindClan camp they barely remembered from their kithood. The ThunderClan camp with all its cats, kind and mean. Thistleheart and Icecloud curled up together around them and Ferret. The pain of losing Ferret again, the joy of seeing xir as a kit when Icecloud took them out. The painful love they felt for Plumpaw when the only thing she cared about was teasing Aster. The anger they felt when cats mistrusted them, the distress of being manipulated by the impostor and the pain of hurting their loved ones time and time again because of their dumb decisions. 

Aster straightened up, the water was making them feel very light, but a sudden burst of emotions made them aware of what was happening and what they definitely did not want to happen. They got their paws to move and pushed through the water, slowly moving up. It was terrible as the water wasn't going to let them escape so easily. It craved their emotions, but Asterleaf was not going to die a traitor. They pushed harder and harder until they neared the surface, but then everything disappeared. Their body was gone, they barely could move anymore and they couldn't form coherent thoughts. Instinctively they knew they were about to die, but that was before they felt teeth grabbing their scruff. They couldn't look up, but they felt themselves being hoisted up, out of the water and back in land. 

Asterleaf took a deep breath. They could open their eyes again and saw their family surrounding them, looking at them with worried eyes. They didn't know what was going on until they looked down. They could see through their paws. They nearly took a step back into the water from the shock, but Ferretchase stopped them. Thistleheart and Icecloud slowly pressed themselves on both of Aster's flanks as they tried to understand. 

It took them a while to fully accept it, but in the meantime they had followed the other cats to StarClan. There one cat had said they needed a guardian for the new opening that had been made. Asterleaf immediately volunteered. Many cats were surprised, but the StarClan spirits accepted. 

Asterleaf now waited by the border. It was mostly a lonely job, but sometimes a kit would wander too far away, or a cat would desperately want to see their loved one. They could never let them pass, but they gave comforting words and guided them away. 

Moons had passed. Honestly more than Aster had counted. It wasn't too bad out there alone. They could be with their thoughts and start making peace with them. 

One day though they had a special visit. They saw two white starry shapes approach. They became so happy when they saw Icecloud and Thistleheart. They couldn't go too far from the border, but they hurried to greet their moms. Asterleaf hugged them for a long time, so happy to see them again. The three cats sat there, catching up on everything. Aster learned Ice had moved to WindClan after the dust was settled. This was now allowed by the code. The two had simply spent their last few years as warriors before enjoying their retirement together. Then they died peacefully next to each other. 

From then on Aster would have visit from time to time. Usually both Thistleheart and Icecloud came to visit, but sometimes it was only Thistleheart or only Icecloud. Then one time another cat came to visit. Aster couldn't believe what they saw. A wide grin and starry fun wasn't usual on xir, but they would recognize Ferretchase everywhere. 

The two siblings hugged each other tightly. They had been separated for so long. Ferret told Aster all about their life. The fights, the fun moments in camp, the deputy position xe had been offered but refused, Rootspring, everything actually. Ferretchase told Asterleaf everything. Some parts were a bit more awkward, but things were told anyway. Aster was done with not telling things to cats. 

Both siblings avoided the topic at first, but Aster apologized for everything again to Ferret. Ferret accepted the apology and told Aster things would be fine again. 

#i am bad at keeping things short #warrior cats #hypokits #thistleheart #icecloud #morningdraws #i have additional content snarky notes and background info that hasn't even been added to this post because it's already so long #and you can send anther ask for cinderholly because i've also done something for them #i just don't have space here to also tell you about them #if something doesn't make sense i'll blame my sleep deprivation. I accidentally stayed up until 7 am creating this and the other hypokits #i have brainworms

[bonefall]

i know that you’ve mentioned the Oakstar Pinestar Tigerstar Bramblestar leader lineage, but have you ever talked about the medicine cats, with Leafpool Jayfeather Alderheart?

I haven't spoken about them yet! I think it's because, unfortunately, I have a lot less good to say about the concept

It frustrates me that the Medcat role is supposed to be sacred, special, and the ONLY social role in the Clan that can stand up to the leader because of its separation; and TWICE in ThunderClan, unwilling cats were forced into it.

With the Tiger leader lineage, I think all of them make really compelling antagonists and there's a line of both ambition and trauma that's fun to talk about, how they end up taking that out on their families and the societies they're responsible for.

But with Leaf/Jay/Alder, Jay and Alder both did not want the position... and it comes with so many extra restrictions. The fact that two disabled characters (Jay with blindness, Alder with what could be severe anxiety) are forced into vows of celibacy so they can be 'useful' to their societies REALLY badly bothers me.

Especially Alder, because the opening of AVOS is miserable. The scene where he's forced into the role in Apprentice's Quest is gutwrenching to me, and then later in River of Fire when Velvet is in camp, Jayfeather has to try to enforce that celibacy vow and... ugh! I don't like it!

And they don't, y'know, frame it like it's a horrifying thing either, or... anything, good OR bad. It wasn't even until Thornclaw was complaining in TBC that they even made a point about all of the major positions of power being filled up by Firekin.

This rant has been really unfocused, but I guess the difference is like... the Oak/Pine/Tiger/Bramble succession adds a lot to the idea of a running prestige in their lineage that contrasts with the horrible things they did with their power.

Leaf/Jay/Alder succession felt more like the Erins being unable to stop focusing on Firekin for a SINGLE modern arc, and shoving every disabled member of the family into the den to still be 'special...' which it stops being, because 2/3 of them didn't want to be there.

#I really hope that makes sense LMAO #Alderheart #Jayfeather #Leafpool #Bramblestar #Tigerstar #Pinestar #Oakstar #Warrior Cats Analysis #For my rewrite I'm actually leaning HEAVILY towards Alderheart being raised as a kittypet and being drawn to the clans via his visions #With Velvet being more of a childhood friend he thinks about a lot #He is also not related to Firestar at all because he is the son of Jessie #AVoS my detested #I love the idea of telling Warriors with the approach that it is a flawed society yknow? I think the books are bad at doing that though #which is why I've reduxed the Medcat Vow to be something corrupted into a method of social control #Because it CANNOT exist for a legitimate reason. It's one of the most senseless parts of the entire thing. #It ONLY makes sense when you interpret it cruelly. #Alderheart deserved better #And also he shouldn't have been a main character dying on this hill #Even for the parts of AvoS I reread for this I was like ''wow I wish we were with Sleekpaw and Needlepaw rn''

[zitasaurusrex]

i am still laying here haunted by robert macfarlane drawing comparisons between containment measures for nuclear waste and dire warnings to future people to stay away, and a classic finnish myth about a man descending deep underground to claim a cool secret power treasure despite tons of warnings about how dangerous and bad it would be.

fucking chills.

I read the Kalevala for two hours in view of that photograph, and as I read I come to realize something so unsettling that the back of my neck prickles: despite its great age, the poem seems to possess foreknowledge of what is presently being undertaken on Olkiluoto Island. Partway through the poem, Väinämöinen is given the task of descending to the underland. Hidden in the Finnish forests, he is told, is the entrance to a tunnel that leads to a cavern far underground. In that cavern are stored materials of huge energy: spells and enchantments which, when spoken, will release great power. To approach this subterranean space safely Väinämöinen must protect himself with shoes of copper and a shirt of iron, lest he be damaged by what it contains. Ilmarinen forges them for him. Clad in these insulating metals Väinämöinen approaches the tunnel mouth, which is disguised by aspens, alders, willows and spruce. He cuts down the trees to reveal the entrance. He enters the tunnel and finds himself in a deep ‘grave’ a ‘demon . . . lair’. He has stepped, he realizes, into the throat of a buried giant called Vipunen whose body is the land itself. Vipunen warns Väinämöinen not to bring to the surface what is buried in his caverns. He speaks of the ‘grievous pain’ of excavation. 'Why have you entered ‘my guiltless heart, my blameless belly’, Vipunen asks, ‘to eat and to gnaw / to bite, to devour’? He warns Väinämöinen that he will end up visiting terrible violence upon humans if he continues on his course, that he will become ‘a windborne disease / wind-borne, water driven / shared out by the gale / carried by chill air’. He threatens to imprison Väinämöinen by means of a containment spell so powerful that it is unlikely ever to be broken. It will take nine ram lambs born of a single ewe, together with nine bull oxen born of a single cow, together with nine stallions born of a single mare, pulling together to free him. But Väinämöinen will not listen to Vipunen. He sings of his conviction that the power buried underground should be returned to the surface: Words shall not be hid nor spells be buried; might shall not sink underground though the mighty go. The Kalevala is fascinated by the underland; by the safe storage of dangerous materials and the safe retrieval of precious materials. At the poem’s heart is a magical object or substance known as ‘Sampo’ or the ‘Sammas’; constructed by the blacksmith Ilmarinen, another of the Kalevala’s supernatural heroes, and stored inside the ‘copper slope’ of a ‘rocky hill’, protected by a gate with ten locks. This enchanted artefact, most often figured as a mill or quern, brings power, wealth and fortune to whoever controls it. It is – in modern terms – a weapons system, a rich raw resource, a nation’s organized industry, or a nuclear power station. The Sampo grinds out flour, it grinds out money – and it grinds out time. One of its given tasks is to grind out the age of the world, causing epochs to yield to one another in an immense cycle of precessions. The world has changed too much . . . we are in the Anthropocene.

#underland by robert macfarlane

[dcwnfvll]

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄  𝐓𝐎  𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓,   lady delane.

GENERAL

name:  delane rowan       deh-lane  ﹔  from the alder grove title:  lady of goldengrove age:  thirty gender and pronouns:  cis female, she + her orientation:  heterosexual marital status:  to be determined

APPEARANCE

faceclaim:  dominique devenport height:  172cm hair:  rich brown, has a natural light curl, past her waist eyes:  blue-green, depending upon the light

DETAILS

moral alignment:  lawful good mbti:  isfj personality:  compassionate, dutiful, poised  /  biddable, withdrawn, aquiescent languages spoken:  common, some high valyrian words hobbies:  embroidery, playing the high harp, visiting the sept

AESTHETICS

hidden callouses on gentle fingers  ﹔  the garden of her desires wilts, yet flowers of obedience are tended with unwavering devotion in the hopes that they grow into something beautiful  ﹔  a quiet whisper of skirts against stone the only indication of approach  ﹔  you give and give and give  —  what is left? who is left?  ﹔  the melancholy tenderness of sorrow gleaming in downcast eyes  ﹔  murmured prayers break the stillness of early morning

HISTORY

a heir to continue the family and a spare to wed for its benefit:  such was the mindset of the current ruling lord rowan, and so were his children raised.  expectations were high and delane was given standards to uphold from a very young age, the limited behaviors acceptable for a proper lady to be maintained at all times.  fulfillment of these requirements was seen as the bare minimum rather than an achievement.  appearances and duty taking precedence over all   ( the former over the latter )  was not limited to their children, however;  her mother was left the task of governance while her father spent most of his time in king's landing acting as hand to the queen, only returning to his seat every few moons to resolve outstanding matters of both vassal and family. it was hardly a surprise that neither had time to cherish a second born daughter, and though a lonely childhood, perhaps, it was not a harrowing one — or so delane consoled herself as she was yet again dismissed without a glance. so life passed, tutors taking the time of friends, duties replacing pleasure, propriety superseding a childhood, until delane was six and ten and summoned into the ruling lord's solar on one of his visits.  hope blooms eternal, and she brought her latest piece of embroidery to demonstrate her progress desirous of even a modicum of praise, but it was wrinkled between tightening palms as the lord hand informed her of the true purpose of their interaction: she would be returning with him to kings landing, the queen having agreed to a requested position at her eldest daughter's side. the capital is akin to a viper's pit even for those well prepared, but she left the only place she had ever known and was thrust headfirst into the game without so much as a word of instruction. her father, once he had secured the additional grains of power he sought after, cared only for her comportment and availability when he required something and provided no comfort.  faced with years of icy chill from a suspecting princess and clawing avarice at every turn, delane turned to inconspicuousness and obedience as her shield.  courtesies were upheld but fewer meaningful connections made, a harsh lesson learned from those desirous of a connection to the lord hand rather than the individual;  tasks given were carried out and events attended, keeping to the background whenever possible;  when the queen grew more devout, so too did her hand  ( in appearance, at least )  which meant that his daughter must as well, and although visits to the sept began as a duty, it at least became a favorite respite. over a decade has passed since she arrived in king's landing yet it still does not feel like home. there has been improvement to the relationship between herself and the princess, but the sensation of intruding still persists as conversations hush when she enters a room. once optimistic and trusting, she has withdrawn to protect herself to whatever extent she can. the time draws near, however, when she will be required to fulfill the purpose her father set at birth, weary heart rallying to the thought that perhaps kinder things are to come.

POTENTIAL CONNECTIONS

parvenus:  the daughter of the hand of the king is often the target of those hoping to reach her father, though much grief might be avoided if they knew this path is all but futile in-waiting:  as the princess daenaera's lady in waiting she is a known presence in the red keep, the dichotomy of doing her lady's bidding while attempting to keep to herself ever at odds pious:  the sept is a haven and one often frequented, and devout often find companionship in each other

#westeros.intro #⁑ DELANE ROWAN ﹔ 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳．

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Ayato Maniac [08]

Monologue

Ever since we returned to our room, after finishing the meal,

Ayato-kun has not spoken a single word. 

I believe that he might be thinking about,

the letter he received,

from Zweig-san, the Vibora King. 

ー The scene starts in the guest room at Eden

Yui: ( Ayato-kun has been seemingly lost in thought this whole time... )

( I probably shouldn’t bother him, right...? )

Ayato: ...Hey, Chichinashi. 

Yui: Eh? 

Ayato: ‘Bout the thing with the Vibora clan. What do you think about it?

Yui: ...Well...

( I’ll just be honest... )

I do believe it would be reassuring to have an ally on our side...

However, if I’m honest, I’m doubtful whether or not we should trust them so easily. 

Ayato: ...Right. I thought so too. 

The Old Hag was part Vibora if I recall correctly...But that’s the only connection we have, right?

Then why would he suddenly claim that he ‘acknowledges me as the King’? 

It’s not like he knows me all that well or anything...It smells fishy...

ー Ayato gets up from his seat

Ayato: I’ve decided. I’ll turn down the offer. 

I think I’d still be much better off by myself, than to have to rely on the help of those suspicious fuckers.

Yui: Ayato-kun...

( But he’s right. If he declines Zweig-san’s offer... )

( Ayato-kun might end up having to fight all on his own. )

( Besides... )

Hey, Ayato-kun. If you do turn down the offer...I wonder if the Vibora will just simply accept that?

Ayato: ...What do you mean? 

Yui: For example, they might try to form an alliance with someone else after you’ve turned them down...

( I guess I’m just overthinking things... )

Ayato: You mean like the Vibora joining forces with the Wolves or the Alder? I can’t see that happening. Otherwise they would have long done so already. 

Yui: Right...But what about the Church...?

Ayato: ...With those guys in the human world...?

Yui: Yeah...

( The Church is trying to wipe out all Demons living in the human world... )

( However, they might be willing to temporarily work together with them depending on the situation... )

( Kino-kun is the perfect example... )

Ayato: That could happen. The Church basically consists of Vampire hunters, right?

Those guys hold a personal grudge ‘gainst us. There’s the whole situation with you as well...

Speakin’ of which, what ever happened to your pops? Is he still workin’ for the Church? 

Yui: Father...? Well, I’m not sure actually...

( However, I cannot imagine someone as devout as my Father would part ways with the Church. )

( If he is still alive, then I’m sure he’s with the Church... )

Ayato: Assuming that Vibora are hoping to take down us Vampires from behind the scenes...

Then I’m sure the Church will happily work together with them. Your Old Man would do the same, no? 

After all, it’d be a perfect opportunity to get you back. 

Yui: ...

Ayato: I guess we should pretend to fall for their sweet words and join forces with them after all...?

Fuck...What should I do? I guess I’ll have no other choice but to ask Reiji for advi...

...

Yui: Ayato-kun...

Ayato: ...Hehe. What am I sayin’ now...?

Even though I’m the one who claimed I don’t need them...

Anyway, we have lil’ time left to decide. No point in rackin’ our brain over every single possibility. 

I’ve still got these powers when worse comes to worst. I’m sure it’ll all work out in the end. 

Yui: ...

Monologue

And with those words,

Ayato-kun sent a Familiar,

to Zweig-san.

I remained quiet,

and followed his decision. 

*TIMESKIP*

*Rustle* 

ー Yui wakes up

Yui: ...Nn...

Huh...?

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: ( Ayato-kun is gone...? I could have sworn he was sleeping next to me just earlier... )

( I wonder where he went...? )

Selection

→ Go look for him (❦)

Yui: ( I’m kind of worried. I suppose I’ll go search around for a bit... )

→ Wait and see 

Yui: ( I’m kind of worried. But... )

( He might come right back, so I’ll wait and see a bit longer... )

*TIMESKIP*

Yui: ( Doesn’t seem like he’s coming back any time soon... )

ー She gets out of bed

Yui: ( I’m really starting to get worried now...I’ll look around for him a bit. )

ー The scene shifts to the inner garden

Ayato: ...

God, why did all of this happen...?

( I thought I could pull it off even without havin’ to rely on my brothers’ help. But... )

( I’m sure that if Reiji was here right now, he would have been able to give me some kind of advice. )

( As nosy and annoyin’ as that guy might be, I gotta admit that he’s got the brains... )

( Shuu can be more or less useful when it truly matters too. )

( Even Subaru could have been a great asset with his raw power alone. )

( Which leaves Kanato and Laito... )

( They’re a duo of idiots, but how should I put it...? )

( We share the closest connection amongst my whole family... )

( Both of us suffered similarly at the hand of that Old Hag, and we worked together to kill her... )

( I do see us as allies in that regard... )

( But...They’re no longer here. I’m all alone now. )

( Even though I wished for that myself, why am I having regrets now? )

Fuck...This is pathetic...

( Maybe I was wrong. )

( Deep down, I never wanted these powers. )

( But...That shitty Old Fart... )

*TIMESKIP*

Ayato: ...

Yui: Ah, Ayato-ku...

*Rustle* 

Yui: ( I wonder why...? Ayato-kun lacks his usual confident aura... (1) )

( But I can hardly blame him. Of course he’s disheartened being all by himself... )

( I’m sure that he actually wants to make up with everyone. Even earlier... )

ー Yui recalls his words

Ayato: Fuck...What should I do? I guess I’ll have no other choice but to ask Reiji for advi...

...

ー The flashback ends

Yui: ( Despite everything, he still relied on everyone... )

Ayato: Phew...Hm? Chichinashi, is that you? How long have you been standing there? 

Yui: I got here just now.

Ayato: ...Hm.

Yui: Hey, Ayato-kun. Tell me if there’s anything I can do for you, okay?

Ayato: Ah? Why would you bring that up all of a sudden...?

Yui: ...There might not be much I can do. But...

I believe in you, okay...? 

Ayato: ...

Yui: Hm. You believe, huh...? I see. Then how does this sound?

Be on my side forever. If you believe me, that means you’re my ally in this fight, right?

In that case, I want you to stay my ally even in the future to come. ...Can you do that? 

Yui: Of course. 

Ayato: ...Heeh. I see. 

I was thinkin’ by myself for a bit and I realized that it’s important to have allies in life.

I thought I didn’t need them but...

Maybe I was just convinced that everyone would automatically be on my side...

Even though...That shouldn’t have been taken for granted at all...

Yui: Ayato-kun...

It’ll be okay. I’ll forever be your ally, okay?

Ayato: Hah, really? But...I guess that doesn’t sound bad...

ー The Mukami’s observe from the distance

Kou: ...

Yuma: ...

Azusa: ...

Monologue

Ayato-kun is having regrets (後悔). 

Over the fact that he pushed everyone away from him. 

It became painfully obvious to me just how lonely he felt,

as I instinctively grabbed his hand (手). 

I will never, ever be able,

to abandon Ayato-kun.

So just as I thought, things cannot stay like this.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) Yui literally notes that he appears ‘smaller’ than usual. However, this does not refer to his actual height, but it’s meant to convey that someone seems to have lost motivation and therefore appears less impressive. 

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #ayato sakamaki #lost eden #diabolik lovers translation #leayatomaniac8

[burning-thistles-bt]

Hey I was wondering, do you have voice headcannons for any of the characters? I’d love to know!

i dont have any voiceclaims for them because in my head when they speak its just static

but maybe @firealder2005 does! -Lolling

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Alder here!

not necessarily.

Like, they all have individual voices to me, all different in some way, but nothing I can put a name to.

Feathercloud for instance, i always imagined having a slightly softer voice, since he was probably bullied for being too loud at times :(

Lynxpaw has that typical Mean Girl tone.

Cricketheart's voice has an annoying quality to it that she uses to FULL advantage

Sandstorm's is slightly bitchy - even moreso when she doesn't like you/gets mad.

Scourge is always quiet. always chilly. name one time he's raised his voice. answer: he hasn't. o_o

Dawncloud is normally soft-spoken, but when she gets mad...ever heard of how terrifying Molly Weasley's screams are? That's Very Very Angry Dawncloud.

While we're on British people, Runningwind does give me British vibes...

i did joke one time to Lolling about Copperleaf having a Southern American accent. do with that what you will.

while we're on that, Cherryfur gives me Midwest American vibes...

and her opposite Darkstripe...maybe a Northeast American accent?

and actually, recently i have been imagining Fireheart/star with like a Spanish accent for some reason. don't ask me why. it just happened one day and here i am now lol.

#she'll respond later if she does #lolling response #lolling thoughts #flamestar456 #burning thistles #asked and answered #voice claim #voice headcannon

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

LEADER CEREMONIES

I’ve stated before why leadership ceremonies include markings. They also have different words and areas as well. How about we describe those differences?

Alderstar

Location:

Tall, leafless alder tree. Bottom branches are wide. This is where he stands. The cats in the crowd stand/sit in a clearing that it is on the edge of.

It is far from the Eye-out Thorns, but close enough to be within view of them.

Marking:

He does not mark kits becoming apprentices, only apprentices become warriors or healers. 

His markings come in the shape of thorns, honouring his home and family. It does not matter the direction or where the lines cross, so long as there is an intersection. The long scar represents a branch, and the short one a thorn.

Cats can choose the location on their body, if anywhere at all, they wish to be marked.

Ritual Words:

Warrior/Med Cat ceremony

Welcome, kin and friends. Today, we honour [number] apprentice[s], who defied their fate long ago. Had the Stars had their way, they would have remained small and defenseless. We are not the Stars. We defied them, we defied the logics of death, and we grew. Now, we shall honour the growth, the strength, and the courage in these [number] young cat[s], now ready to become full warriors of the Place of No Stars.

[Name/s], step forward. 

When he gives a cat their name, he starts with, ‘for your resistance against fate,’ and then proceeds to name two traits specific to the individual.

(This repeats if there are multiple cats).

Alder then hops off of the branch and faces the cat[s].

Before he marks them, he asks if they are ready.

After he marks them, he says  ‘you are [a] true warrior[s] now. Let us call out their names, and tell the Stars they have no strength here!’

These are the words spoken for kits and apprentices that had died. For Dark Kits, he says the same thing, only instead of “you would have remained small and defenseless,” he says “you would have never been born.”

Blackstar

Location:

A long rotting stump in the middle of a dry field. 

On the opposite side of the field is her den, a mound in the ground.

Marking:

Taking after Alderstar, she only marks those who become warriors or healers, not kits becoming apprentices.

Her marking comes as a “+” cross, representing the leaves on a nettle plant. It honours her warrior name, Blacknettle. 

Cats can choose where the marking may be.

Ritual Words:

Warrior/Med Cat ceremony

Thank you all for attending this ceremony. Every kit born here is a miracle facing against death, every apprentice that grows here a wonder of nature.

[Name], step forward.

[Name], will you continue to thrive and grow, and be the best that you can be for all you wish to be?

(apprentice responds that they do)

Then I, as a once-leader of Shadowclan, give you your warrior/medicine cat name. From this day forward, you shall be known as [name]. I welcome you to the Place of No Stars. May the Star’s light never burn your eyes.

she hops off of the stump, and the scarring ceremony proceeds in silence.

(The crowd chants the new name[s]).

Whitestar

Location:

The rock is much farther from his den than Blackstar’s or Alderstar’s is to them, but it is walkable. 

It is a pale, flat-topped boulder between thin trees.

Marking:

His marking is a copy of his own scars on his head. 

Cats cannot choose the location. If they wish to have a marking, it must be on the same spot--on the forehead.

His and Blackstar’s may look similar. Hers looks like a + and his looks like an x that has two twisted legs and a bigger intersecting area.

Ritual Words:

Warrior/Med Cat ceremony

Every word spoken on this day is a moment in history, yet the Clans have no idea about it. We do not need them, we do not need the Stars. We have our friends, our family, our Dark kin, and with them we build. 

[Name], step forward.

Do you promise to help your Dark kin to build an afterlife worth living, to stand for good even in the rot, to fight evil despite it being what many believe to define you?

(apprentice responds that they do)

Then today you shall earn the name life had denied you. You shall be known as [name].

He then hops off of the rock and faces the cat[s]. 

Your marking will resemble my own, placed on your head. Do you wish to receive it?

No matter how the apprentice responds, the ceremony ends with yowling the names[s].

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Black’s words are sort of similar to Alder’s, as is the marking ceremony. This is because she was shocked to hear that cats wished for her to name them and looked to him for advice.

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I also made a post talking about the different symbols the leaders wear. Make sure to check that out!

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@wills-woodland-warriors @starfalcon555 @ambitiousauthor @elementaldeityoffood​ @umbranoxs​

#alderstar #wc #warriors #wcoc #warriors oc #dark forest oc #dark forest #blackstar #blackstar oc #whitestar #long post

[minarcana]

DOSSIER CHEAT SHEET

LEGAL NAME : Laurel Ainsley on her Limsan immigration forms. Technically her only 'real' name is Laurel, she has no last name and 'Ainsley' was just the previous first name she used. NICKNAME[S] : N/A DATE OF BIRTH : Oct. 15, about 250 years ago. GENDER : Demigod (she/her) PLACE OF BIRTH : Northward mountain range some distance from Garlemald. CURRENTLY LIVING : Limsa Lominsa / Wherever she ends up stopping on her journeys. SPOKEN LANGUAGES : Eorzean. An almost mutually unintelligable dialect that grew from a mixing of Dalmascan/Garlean/Eorzean. EDUCATION : No formal education. She picks things up as she goes, and if something isn't practical or widespread, she likely doesn't know it. HAIR COLOR : White with pink tips. EYE COLOR : Bright red. HEIGHT : 6'6", more with shoes on WEIGHT : 200ish lbs

FAMILY INFORMATION

SIBLING[S] : Rowan. Youpan. Poppy. Willow. Cecily. Birch. Heath. Marjoram. Sorrel. Alder. Willow. Probably more by now considering her 'family' is almost entirely adopted as her mother cares for the orphans found in the area or rescued from Garlean violence. PARENT[S] : Juniper (Mother). [ ??? ] (Father) RELATIVE[S] : Sees most of the population of her village as her relatives. A good amount of aunts, uncles, and cousins by blood. About 15 eorzeans she has declared as her dad. CHILDREN : none, but i will make kids for her in aus. if anyone wants. js. PET[S] : a white whittret that accompanies her on some travels.

RELATIONSHIP INFORMATION

SEXUAL ORIENTATION : pansexual. RELATIONSHIP STATUS : verse dependent but generally open and down to clown. SINCE WHEN : ;)

tagged : i stole it lol tagging : yeah

#dash games #teehee! #headcanon : laurel

[areus-in-a-little-cave]

Hi bestie, do you happen to have any emerald duo longfic recs for me?

Please im going insane i need to read

Hi Ember I do not read enough emerald duo fics But I have searched some up soo here are a few, some I have not read and some I know by reputation. These are all completed as well and over 50k words

agnosthesia by ambibii and TearsOfAStarling - 111k words, High Fantasy AU, Creator chose not to use archive warnings

agnosthesia n. the state of not knowing how you really feel about something, which forces you to sift through clues hidden in your behavior, as if you were some other person—noticing a twist of acid in your voice, an obscene amount of effort put into something trifling, or an inexplicable weight on your shoulders that makes it difficult to get out of bed.

Philza Minecraft was the exiled prince of the Kingdom of Heart Cove, a darkness plaguing his heart. Technoblade was his loyal knight, is a pledged Blade since birth. Then Technoblade met a necromancer named Dream, who dragged the both of them to therapy and taught them about the magic of friendship along the way. Oh, and some actual magic too.

Don't know this one, looks like it has a lot of rivalsduo and doomsdaytrio but a decent amount of emerald duo

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The Next Great Adventure by Pathfinder - 114k words, Fantasy AU, Graphic depictions of violence

Philza is closed-off, hardened from centuries without aging while watching his friends turn to dust, taking jobs under the moniker Angel of Death to try and feel something again.

Technoblade is a brute of a piglin with more scars than unbroken skin and a penchant for uncovering trouble, hot on the trail of… something. He’s exactly the sort of routine job that should consume a few weeks of Phil’s endless time, before he’s forced to find something else to waste away doing.

(Such a shame, then, that the Angel of Death should meet his match.)

Or: A fanfiction in which an elaborate AU is crafted as an excuse to focus entirely on Technoblade and Philza's relationship.

Only has Emerald duo and Phil/Kristin tagged so I'm guessing it's just them!

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oh dear, can you see me? by findingkairos - 70k words, Antarctic Empire Age Swap AU, No archive warnings apply

Philza Minecraft is the youngest person ever to beat a Hardcore world and earn his wings. It makes him a target.

For an enterprising faction fighting in a server-wide war, it makes him a weapon.

(Age Swap!AU where Technoblade is a legendary warrior who's been having fun scaring newbies and occasionally conquering realms on behalf of Hypixel, Philza is a young player who's been guilt tripped into choosing the losing side, and things get worse before they get better.)

this one is actually on my tbr, looks like it's just emerald duo :]

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Orphan's Path by aenor_llelo, Alderous, Anarchy-Schmanarchy (Murder_Schmurder), BattleBlaze, ConcoctionsFromHell, Falrisesi, fluxphage, izziel_galaxy, Otakuforlife19, and Rocket999 - 686k words, Canon compliant/additional, Warnings vary by fic

Since this one is a series, I don't have a summary for it, but it's basically a retelling of canon from mostly Phil or Techno's POV with tons of additional backstory and headcanons and etc. Technically this one is not done since the series is on-going but there's, y'know, 686k words already

Also on my tbr, and it mostly seems to be emerald duo with some other people thrown in every now and again

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A collection of dust by SwordSoup - 78k words, Hunger Games AU, Graphic depictions of violence and Major character death

Phil's name is scrawled on 27 individual pieces of paper. Wilbur's is only written on one. Yet somehow, the younger boy is the one who is selected to join the Hunger Games, forced to die on television for the entertainment of the ravenous elite. Phil won't allow it. He volunteers, and then a man he has only spoken to once is called to the platform, and Technoblade's eyes are an eerie shade of red, and then he's being taken away, and-

And then suddenly, Phil is dragged into a bloody and gruesome struggle for power against a country that only wants to watch him die. But he'll fight, no matter how little the odds favor him.

okay I really want to read this one now oop don't mind me. Phil and Techno's relationship tag and Phil and Wilbur's are the only ones on the fic so despite the other character tags I'm guessing it's about them mostly

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bones in the ocean by bunflower - 86k words, Pirate AU, Graphic depictions of violence

“The Angel of Death, the ferryman of the Styx, the terror of the western seas. One of the most feared captains ever to sail, and yet, I have to wonder… how did a man like you end up all on his own? We searched the area where you were found—not another soul in sight. So,” He fixes him with a long look, allowing the silence to hover like a dark cloud, the words rolling off of his tongue with all the venom and smugness he can muster, “—tell me, Philza. Where is your crew?”

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OR: Technoblade is a naval captain, and Phil his unwilling prisoner. Somehow, they manage to come out of it as friends in the end.

yeah so unlike the others I actually know this one because it's very popular and I know Bun is a great emerald duo author so I'm guessing it's quite good

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i wanna hear it's alright by bunflower - 114k words, Canon-divergent, Graphic depictions of violence and Major character death

“T’ the gates of hell…”

“Go to hell, then.”

“I’ll see you there.”

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A Phil-centric whump!fic that grew into a story of friendship, love, betrayal, and loss. A series of interconnected one-shots focusing on the nature and complexity of Phil and Technoblade’s friendship over the centuries.

one day when I am strong enough and won't cry I will read this

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Anyways that's it for fics BUT I have three authors here that I know write a lot of emerald duo even if they don't have completed long fics for them

Anarchy_and_Piglins - Most popular and longest fic is About Phantom Pains of Dying, an ongoing collection of Techno-centric oneshots, 88k words and no archive warnings.

h_mellohi - Most popular fic is feathers laden with dust and stone, a season one OSMP angel duo oneshot, 5k words and no archive warnings. Longest fic is red eggs and ham, a finished peerpressureduo eggpire fic, 94k words and creator chose not to use archive warnings.

bunflower - Most popular fic is Bones in the ocean, same as above. Longest fic is i wanna hear it's alright, same as above. Just here because they have a lot of other emerald duo fics

#areus rambles #dsmp fanfiction #emerald duo #emerald duo fanfiction #ask #ask box #thank you for the ask! #embers-archive #mutuals tag!!! #fic recommendations

[usernoneexistent]

ℰ𝓊𝓅𝒽ℯ𝓂𝒾𝒶 𝒮𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒽 𝓜𝒶𝒸𝓃𝒶𝒾𝓇

Euphemia is from the pureblood Macnair family which unfortunately do go on to support Voldermort in the future. Euphemia is sensible girl and has a quiet ambition to do whatever it takes to survive socially as the only daughter and youngest sister of five brothers and very strict parents. She always felt like she was never rich enough for the other Slytherin girls despite growing up in a lot of wealth and did everything to please them. Euphemia likes to try out anything and everything once she started at Hogwarts and wanted to learn as skills as possible to be a well rounded person. Her eyes did wander to a shy Hufflepuff boy with an awkward yet cute demeanour. With help of Winona Rosewood, the two finally got together. She knew that her family and others would make her life hard for choosing someone of lower status but she took that risk. Euphemia was prepared for a life of hardship with Colin and even partook in illegal activities to survive.

𝒫𝓇ℴ𝒻𝒾𝓁ℯ

Nickname: Phemmy by Colin, Mia by Winona and friends.

Born: 9th June 1881.

Hometown: Winchetser, Hampshire, England.

Nationality/Ethnicity: British.

Language(s) spoken: English, Some German, French and Latin.

Accent: PR English

Blood status: pureblood.

Gender identity: witch (she/her).

Sexuality: heterosexual.

Face claim: Alexis Bledel.

𝒫ℯ𝓇𝓈ℴ𝓃𝒶𝓁

Myers-Briggs type: ISFJ (the Defender).

Alignment: neutral good.

Strengths: supportive, reliable, observant, hardworking.

Weaknesses: repressess her feelings, a bit of a doormat, overcomitted, people pleaser.

Hobbies/interests: potions, gardening, reading, writing.

Favourite colour: pine green.

Favourite food: cucumber sandwiches.

Favourite drink: earl grey tea.

𝒜𝓅𝓅ℯ𝒶𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒸ℯ

Height: 1.70m/5'6ft as an adult.

Weight: 54kg/119lbs as an adult.

Hair: reddish brown but turned more brown as a teen.

Eyes: blue grey.

Skin: light, tans but very slowly.

Defects: distinct birthmark on her left arm.

Style: she is very girly and likes light coloured dresses. Euphemia likes fashion but is okay when she had to accept that she might not afford nice things.

𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽𝒸𝓇𝒶𝒻𝓉

Wand: alder and unicorn hairstring, 9 inches, whippy.

(Alder is an unyielding wood, yet I have discovered that its ideal owner is not stubborn or obstinate, but often helpful, considerate and most likeable. Whereas most wand woods seek similarity in the characters of those they will best serve, alder is unusual in that it seems to desire a nature that is, if not precisely opposite to its own, then certainly of a markedly different type. When an alder wand is happily placed, it becomes a magnificent, loyal helpmate. Of all wand types, alder is best suited to non-verbal spell work, whence comes its reputation for being suitable only for the most advanced witches and wizards.)

Animagus form: none.

Patronus (previous): rabbit.

Patronus memory: brewing her first potion and finding a talent.

Patronus (now): lamb.

Patronus memory: meeting Colin in Herbology class and falling in love with him.

Boggart: losing her loved ones.

Riddikulus: there is no solution so far.

Amortentia (what does she smell?): wet grass, whiskey, and earth.

Amortentia (what does she smell like?): violet, vanilla, and victoria sponge cake.

Magical abilities: non verbal magic, potion spells.

𝒜𝓉 ℋℴ𝓰𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓈

Hogwarts house: Slytherin.

Best subjects: potions, herbology, and charms.

Worst subjects: arithmancy, astronomy, and divination.

Third-year options: arithmancy, care of magical creatures, and divination.

N.E.W.Ts: charms, potions, herbology, history of magic, and transfiguration.

Quiddditch: doesn't play quidditch and has little interest.

Extracurricular: prefect, gardening club.

𝒜𝒻𝓉ℯ𝓇 ℋℴ𝓰𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓈

July 1899 - September 1948: potioneer (mainly), bartender (part time), and on and off seamstress, also dabbled a little of being a herbologist.

April 1902 - November 1904: tried to run a newsletter but failed.

May 1931 - October 1948: started to sell illegal potions due to the economic crash.

ℛℯ𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅𝓈

(From top, left to right: Orvelle, Marguerite, Elmore, Jericho, Silas, Harrison and Clyde)

Family:

Orvelle & Marguerite Macnair (father & mother) - Own a line of successful business and are middle class rich but not rich rich like other pureblood families.

Elmore (oldest), Jericho, Silas, Harrison, & Clyde Macnair (youngest) (older brothers).

John & Aileen Moss (children).

Friends:

Carolyn Nyberg @lifeofkaze - Can this even be called a friendship? Euphemia was just happy to be part of the Slytherin girls club only to find herself deeply insecure around them. After a while she became terrified of Caro to leave her despite Caro not caring if she sticks around or not.

Ophelia Burke @the-al-chemist - They became friends(?) through the Slytherin girls clique but Euphemia tends to feel pity for her. Ophelia thinks she's stupid to go for a boy of lower class.

Winona Rosewood - Winona was the one to first to approach Euphemia. She enjoys the Gryffindor's company and overtime with Winona's help, she finally left the Slytherin clique.

Albert Burke @madelineorionswan - Euphemia meet Bertie through Colin and they become good friends. Bertie tends to third wheel them but Euphemia enjoys his company. She is overly conscious and tries to make him feel like he's not a third wheel.

Euphemia is open for more friends.

Love interests:

Colin Moss - Euphemia fell for Colin in herbology class but was always shy to approach as many discouraged her to talk to him due to his class and family. But when Colin finally asked her out in fourth year, she knew she couldn't let him go and would give up everything to be with him.

Pets: Icarus, a Eurasian eagle-owl and Luna, a Persian cat.

Rivals:

None so far.

#euphemia macnair #hphl oc #hogwarts legacy #profile

[ducknotinarow]

Random posting with no context other then me being a dork.

So cause I am American born I do know spainsh I'm not the strongest with conversational spainsh but it dose pop up on my blog that muses I have do speak it to extents. And idk but that what this post is about for reasons. Under a cut cause I'm rambling let's be honest but enjoy some lore in there about ocs and my personal headcannons for the cannon charaters I rp.

Ocs:

RICHARD ROBUSTA EVANS- ALDER: My speical blue boy. He is a golden egeal for the fact its Mexicos national bird. Richard is fluent in spainsh but due to background he is very polite in his use so he dosent use a lot of the slang seeing as he dosent even do the same woth English. Ruchard is extermly proud of his latian roots and incorporates that even in his bussniess by items they sell like drink ir flavors and even treats like conchas. And with how successful his company is adds to his pride. His family wasnt the most connected with thier culture thoigh Richards father did insits his sons learn spainsh. Richard would connect himself with it more so as in adult. He mostly slips into spainsh when he's annoyed using slipping cruse words under his breath that way. Or when it comes to her pet names for loved ones, sometimes when Richard gets to emotional he sleeps fully into spainsh not meaning to so he has had moment of showering his husband in different loving terms all in spainish. Because his connection to his heritage is very important to him on a emotional level so when Bailey started to learn to speak it Richard felt turly seen by his husband even if its made for some inside jokes between them he can never turly express to Bailey why that means so much to him but Bailey has always tried to show that intrest so going that far with spainish has touches the grumpy heart the most. He definitely teaches it to Buddy as well even if they only use some terms here and there because to him it's pretty much part of Buddy as well (I think Richard kind of forgets Buddy was adopted xD)

NINA SHARA ROGERS: Nina grew up in the more rual areas of New York spainsh is her first language she slips into far mkre easily but it's heavily casual and full of slang when she speaks. Nina is latina herself, I like to think of here coming from cuban or columbia roots however. She is definitely the type to speak spainish to smack talk someone so they don't knkw what she is saying but knkw they are being talked about. Before Nina was put into the foster system, she was left with her grandmother a lot when her dad wasn't around. And she learned spainsh from them because it was the only language her grandma knew. It's Nina's connection to her late grandmother and her culture as well. The thing given to her by the only person who looked out for her back then.

I feel thats obvious considing they are my ocs. Rest I'll sepeatre from the series the follow charaters are from this isn't covering all my muses but at least MY more active ones.

Helluva Boss/ Habizn Hotel

VAGGIE "VAGATHA": Vaggie in cannon of the series speaks spainish so of course she dose here too. Seeing how she is Salvadoran meaning Vaggie dose use different idioms and such because of that. Mostly it comes out when she's angry very quick to utter insults under her breath lovingly and not.

STOLAS: so his VA Bryce Pinkham had spoken Spainsh in Stolas voice and I got emotional over it xD. But I image Stolas likely dose know a few languages I like to think he picked it up from watching telenovelas though. Havig liked them from a young age so he learned it from the shows he watched. Stolas mostly uses it towards partners since it a romantic language so he likes to use the terms of endearment and pets names and such to more express his love to them. He can converse in it if he needs to but he's very casual in the usage.

Bltizø: he knows some mostly the cussing words though. He dose understand it and love when people think he dosent.

Villainous: I feel this is obvious seeing how the show is from Latian America Cartoon Network but of course my muses from this series speak spainish.

Marvel

TONY STARK: Tony dose bussniess from all around the world so he knows a bit from everywhere. Not fluent and he for sure dosen’t know any slang of course either

STEVE ROGERS: Steve has picked up a little bit of spainsh from Nina mostly just so he can get after her when she swears or tell her to be nice. So he understands it not so much speaks it.

NATASHA ROMANOFF: she knows Russian, Franch and Latin I has just decided she also knows Spanish do to her line of work as a spy. Because of how she needs to blend in she dose speak more casually and has picked up on the slang and such she's more likely to use Russian for her expressions of love but she'll throw in spainsh as well.

#muse| richard evans alder #muse| nina rogers #muse| stolas #muse| vaggie #muse| bltizø #muse| steve rogers #muse| tony stark #muse| natasha romanoff #muse| black hat #muse| dr flug #((muses left out are cause i feel they are more connected to a different language like Alastor knows french)) #((there could be maybe chances of other muses knowing it or me just saying because i say soo lol)) #((but these are the ones i feel for sure uwu)) #ray headcannons #ooc| back stage with ray