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doctorgerth · 1 year

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a/n: Ngl, this piece had me kicking my feet ahhh I’m down so bad for Smoker 🥰 He’s such a grumpy gus when he’s in love <3 Not sure if I really captured Smoker/Tashigi’s relationship well here, my apologies! Read to find out if Smoker gets a lil lip action or not! 😉💕

pairing: Smoker x GN!Reader

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candy heart prompt: Miss You — Missing the Other

SMOKER + MISS YOU

You’d been away on your mission for a few days now and Smoker wasn’t handling it well.

The Marines were uneasy, sensing their Commander’s own unease taking over the entirety of the base like a thick fog. Most avoided his presence unless directly commanded by him as they noticed he was grumpier than usual, enforcing mundane tasks out of frustration and rebuking his subordinates for even the tiniest of mistakes. One person was able to place Smoker’s discontent, and she only gently teased him about it.

“It seems a little gloomy without (Y/N) around. Don’t you agree, sir?” Tashigi spoke up in the quiet office as she organized a drawer in one of the filing cabinets.

He only grunted, not even bothering to look up as he continued scanning documents, scribbling notes, and signing his name. Tashigi spent a lot of time organizing papers that could keep her superior distracted enough to lessen his fussing at Marines undeserving. He preferred seclusion anyhow, that much she understood. What she failed to understand was that she was encroaching on said seclusion. Especially as she kept pushing the subject of you. Wasn’t the point of all this to keep him from thinking of you?

“I hope (Y/N) is okay. I wonder how the mission is going. Do you think they’ve met any interesting people?”

The idea of you meeting people, both dangerous and friendly, left a bitter taste in his mouth. He was fully confident in your capabilities, he wouldn’t have signed off on your mission otherwise, but the fact that he was not there to ward off anybody with any sort of ill intentions towards you made his gut twist. Smoker didn’t even want to think about the friendly ones. Who was making you laugh, keeping you company, who you might be interested in. He’s always felt a sense of protectiveness towards his subordinates, but there was something entirely different in his sense of protectiveness towards you. He’d never felt jealous in regards to his other subordinates, to put it plainly.

Tashigi was rambling while Smoker’s thoughts were once again riddled with you. Your name curved easily along a signature line meant for him as your name slipped past his mentee’s mouth in every other sentence. He mentally cursed and balled up the paper, throwing it at Tashigi’s forehead to shut her up. She gasped as it bounced off her glasses, making them crooked in the aftermath, and landed on the floor with a soft thud.

“What exactly are you trying to do here, Tashigi?” he growled. If she said your name one more time…

She glared at him as she straightened her glasses and picked up the paper, unfurling it much to his horror but he remained stoic as her eyes lit up with pure amusement upon reading his penmanship of your name, “Just trying to get you to realize that you miss them. That’s all, sir.”

“And what good do you think that will do?” he barked out. He was painfully aware that he missed you from the moment you stepped off base. It wouldn’t bring you back any sooner, and it wouldn’t make him feel any better by coming to terms with it.

“Have you told them how you felt?” she pushed. Always pushing.

Could she see the red heat he felt creeping up his neck? “I’m not having this discussion with you. You can either leave my office or I’ll have you fired for inappropriate conversations in the workplace.”

Tashigi pursed her lips, muttering under her breath, “Well, in that case you should be fired for having inappropriate feelings in the workplace.”

“What was that?” Smoker bellowed as he stood from his chair, nearly biting his cigars in half. He felt his right eye begin to twitch and he had half a mind to throw another paper ball at her. Maybe enough paper balls from the entire stack of the piss-poor distracting paperwork.

Tashigi waved her hands in front of her in surrender, “Nothing! What I meant to tell you is that (Y/N) is…”

“Stop saying their name!”

“I’ve only been gone for five days and you two are already bickering?” Your voice echoed down the hall and he wondered if was imagining your voice again. Yet there you were, standing in his office, not a scratch on you as you sported that comforting smile on your face he’d missed so much. He felt his shoulders relax as he exhaled the breath he’d been holding since you left.

“Returning today,” Tashigi finished, turning to you with a salute, “Welcome back, Captain.”

“It’s great to be back,” you grinned, keeping your eyes trained on the tall, speechless, white-haired Marine officer standing stiff behind his desk, “I missed the G-5.”

After a quiet moment of longing stares, his body finally began working as he discarded his cigars in the ashtray and his boots echoed heavy as they approached you. Such a simple thing, but you missed the sound of them. Now that he was standing before you, towering over you, you realized you missed the smell of smoke too, along with the warmth he constantly radiated when standing so close. Your body reacted to every sense of him. You missed him dearly.

Tashigi quietly slipped out, gently closing the door behind her as she left to finally give her superior the privacy he’d wanted.

“Didn’t miss me too bad, did you, Commander?” you teased, stepping closer, an unseen force pulling you closer to him. That same force tugged consistently at your heart for the five long days you were away.

He smiled, a notion reserved only for you, as he pinched your chin between his thumb and forefinger, “Only a little, I suppose.”

There it was, that tension between the two of you that only grew stronger with each moment you were alone. It felt near suffocating after your time apart. You knew he didn’t speak to anyone else like this, didn’t stand so close to anyone else like this, didn’t look at anyone else like this. You were something else to him, and he to you. Something beyond Marine rankings and camaraderie. As shameful as it was for a Commodore to pursue his subordinate, you weren’t sure how much longer you could hold your feelings back. You’d hoped your mission would have cleared your head, but it only drew you closer to him. Made you crave his affections even more.

Intimate touches have been exchanged in secrecy between the two of you as feelings were realized, but you needed to feel his lips against yours. To know for sure that he wanted this too. You wanted so desperately to make this agonizing yet exhilarating tension tangible. The way he continued to hold your chin up, brown eyes reflecting the loving stare you offered him, forehead colliding softly with yours, it felt as if the pieces were finally falling into place.

His eyes were first to flutter close, making your heart do somersaults in your chest, and as you followed suit, you felt the ghost of a kiss along your lips before the echoing purururu of his Den Den Mushi made the two of you jump.

Smoker’s eyes opened, staring down at you as if he was seeking your approval to ignore the call. He could care less if the entire world was ending. All that he wanted was standing right in front of him. He didn’t want to lose this moment.

“You’d better answer that.” Your hand caressed his cheek, thumb grazing across his stubble as you reassured him, “I’m not going anywhere.”

He groaned loudly, like a child throwing a tantrum, and stomped over to his desk, answering the phone with distinct annoyance, “What the hell do you want?”

Silence. His furrowed brows softened, face slackened.

“Yes, sir. I understand. Thank you.”

You grew a bit worried, unable to read him as he hung up the receiver with a quick gacha. Smoker ran his fingers through his hair, making you feel overwhelmed with adoration and anxiety as you waited with bated breath.

“Is everything okay?” You were almost afraid to ask.

Another long beat of silence. You were sure you weren’t breathing at all, until he finally relayed the message with a smirk on his face.

“I got promoted to Vice Admiral.”

The happy sound you emitted was sure enough to alert the whole base as you threw your arms around his neck and squeezed him tight. Smoker squeezed back eagerly, cherishing the feeling of having you in his arms. He was unable to express it, but he hoped you knew that he was glad you were the first person he got to tell; that you were by his side when he got the news. Climbing the ranks to increase his ability to act freely has always been his goal, but the promotion felt a bit sweeter having you to celebrate with.

Tashigi returned to the room out of concern, coughing awkwardly when she caught the two of you still locked in an embrace. When Smoker shared the news, passers-by overheard and entered the office with almost hesitant congratulations. Soon enough, his entire office was full of subordinates all congratulating their new Vice Admiral. Pride swelled in your chest as he shook the hands of his subordinates and offered light smiles of thanks. So many smiles in a day — was it possible to fall even harder for him?

When everyone was preoccupied in their own conversations, Smoker bent down and whispered in your ear, “They’re hosting a banquet for all who received promotions at Headquarters. I want you to come with me.”

As if your heart couldn’t feel any fuller, you were sure to burst as you grinned from ear to ear, whispering back and squeezing his hand discreetly, “I’d be glad to.”

a/n: Soooo close! But still some happy moments here! This ending was almost entirely different (and lamer tbh) but the idea of Smoker finding out he was promoted to Vice Admiral with reader seemed like such a special moment to me and one that doesn’t *entirely* ruin the missed smooch moment. That’s another one safe until Round Two! Perhaps our next character won’t be so lucky…or will, if you consider a kiss pretty lucky. ❤️

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gengor · 1 year

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So I like bcs and brb a lot but it’s kind of been bothering me that I haven’t seen much talk about this in regards to either show bcs or brb and I’m not the best person to elaborate on this but I do wanna talk about the way the show writes it’s Latino characters and follows up on them in bcs.

I’m not gonna get into all the ways breaking bad uses Mexican culture in offensive ways to show Walter’s dissent into dangerous territory bc im hoping that this is obvious to most people. What I am gonna talk about is the way bcs fails to respond to this criticism in a meaningful way.

So better call saul is a show thats essentially about exploring nature, nurture, and one’s own free will over the person they choose to become. It’s about humanizing Saul into someone we can understand and empathize with. In the time in Jimmy’s life when he was trying to improve as a person he had his brother bait him and manipulate him into committing felonies bc he wanted to feel superior. People in his life drilled it into his brain that he was incapable of being honest so why even bother? The phrase ‘he was born like this’ gets used more than a few times. The show also gives a lot of character work to Mike as well. And although Mike was never painted as malicious he can be incredibly indifferent to the pain of other characters. Bcs let us see emotionally heavy scenes with him where he’s more vulnerable than he ever was in breaking bad. So theres an established pattern of adding more complexity to one of the one-dimensional ‘bad guys’ of breaking bad by making them act differently than how they would in breaking bad. Can you see where I’m going with this?

Rewatching the show after I’d already seen it gave this weird thematic dissonance to way the show reintroduced any Salamanca character. Like as soon as we see Tuco we as the audience are supposed to be in on the joke. Like…Oh, we know that guy already. And of course, the show plays with the audience already knowing Tuco while Saul doesnt to dangle the high stakes of the situation in front of us for drama. Because we as the audience know that Tuco is and probably always was hot-headed and violent to satirical degrees. Other characters even chime in to reiterate that Tuco was always like this. Every single Salamanca family member is treated this way.

And bc of the way bcs is trying to redeem and humanize it’s previously established white characters just makes this kind of even worse than breaking bad to me. Bc people were vocal about how breaking bad employed a lot of anti-Latino tropes within its writing so you'd think that bcs would try and take this opportunity to amend the writing a bit right?

You could argue that this is what Ignacio’s character is supposed to do for the show. He’s a Jessie parallel. He’s not really a bad person he’s just incredibly in over his head. And while I do appreciate his presence in the show and like him I feel like it should have been more than just him.

By far the biggest missed opportunity here to me was the lack of humanization that Lalo got. And I get he’s popular, I feel like that mostly due to how Tony Dalton played him in a very charismatic way. But god he was such a missed opportunity for a thematic follow-through. The way other characters talk about the Salamancas is exactly the kind of predetermination the show is trying to critique with jimmy. When Ignacio is roped into spying on Lalo to aid Gus in killing him he goes in already being incredibly suspicious of Lalo due to his family. He has reason to want this guy to be evil since he’s got to help kill him to save his own skin and his father's. He not only assumes this guy is evil based on his family, he /needs/ Lalo to be irredeemable. Then you're telling me that against all themes and narrative storytelling devices Lalo is just conveniently the guy he assumed he would be. Like, imagine if Lalo got to be a Jimmy parallel, a guy who’s acting out the role people assume he's supposed to fill bc no one thinks he can be anything else. Not humanizing Lalo and ignoring the potential to explore and humanize any other previously established or mentioned latino characters…its like the show is breaking its own thematic statements in order to keep the racism.

#bcs #long post #breaking bad #better call saul #lalo salamanca #ignacio varga #tuco salamanca

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obsidiancreates · 3 months

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Seriously, it drives me nuts that occasionally the characters closest to Shawn will say that they do recognize that he has some severe issues, but never in a like... way that suggest they... care?

Like, Jules outright says she knows Shawn doesn't even know what a healthy, loving family looks like- she says it to Shawn's face, as an attack on him, and then never brings it up again even when they're dating and she sees his dad be awful to him and sees how despite all that Shawn loves his father enough to do anything to keep him in his life.

Gus says more than once an outright "You've got issues." he knows Shawn is incapable of turning off his detective brain, knows Shawn is dangerously reckless with his own life, and was present for moments of Shawn's upbringing that showed how Henry never allowed Shawn to have even the smallest boundaries. He still doesn't seem to grasp that hey, yeah, Shawn having issues means Shawn has issues.

Henry always goes in on Shawn about his lack of boundaries, lack of respect for authority, lack of safety- but Henry never allowed Shawn to have boundaries or taught Shawn what appropriate boundaries even are, he taught Shawn that authority is Relative with his attitude towards superiors he was displeased with (I respect Shawn for this one- but Henry doesn't and I'm just saying Henry is responsible for this thing he hates in his son), and spent Shawn's whole life telling him "You are destined to be a man who puts his life on the line every single day, and you have no choice in that matter." And then Henry claims no responsibility for these traits in his son, insisting Shawn just developed them out of thin air.

I just- everyone shows they're aware that Shawn has some serious issues, but none of them like... care? Shawn has no concept of boundaries, he shows he has no concept of them, it's treated as though he does and is willfully ignoring rather than just genuinely lacking any understanding. He shows, over and over, that he is genuinely just not capable of comprehending what going too far is- he's always genuinely confused by how bothered people get, because he's had his boundaries crossed and ignored an stepped on so much throughout his life that he just doesn't know what they are, in general.

He often shows genuinely reluctance and regret when he deduces something he knows will upset someone but is met with hostility while expressing that deduction, no matter how many caveats or "maybe not" or margins of error he pads it with, and they treat it like he's being malicious and it just-

I have so much more to say but I'm starting to shake a lil' so I'll probably elaborate again another time.

#psych #psychusa #psych usa #psych 2006 #shawn spencer

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seraphtrevs · 2 years

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I've been thinking a lot about Walt recently and how we react to him in contrast to characters like Gus and Mike, who are also very bad people who do horribly evil things in pursuit of their goals. There seems to be a willingness to look past Gus and Mike's sins and talk about the more sympathetic aspects of their stories in a way that people are more reluctant to with Walt, and I've always been curious why that is. I think it's really a stretch to say that Mike and Gus are morally superior to Walt, so why are we willing to cut them a break and not Walt? ("Cutting them a break" as in, having nuanced conversation about their tragedies and traumas that led them down the bad choice road even while acknowledging the evil acts they've committed.)

I think I've figured it out - at least a part of it. Walt feels so much worse because he continually harms the people he loves.

Gus and Mike kill mostly strangers and colleagues who are themselves violent killers (but it's important to remember they hurt a lot of innocent people too, and I'm also REALLY uncomfortable with the idea that there are some people it's okay to kill as long as they were "bad guys." It's not okay to kill anyone!)

But Walt's victims are, for the most part, the people he loves. And he hurts them continuously under the guise of "protecting" them - the hypocrisy makes his actions especially vile to us. Gus and Mike both have deep regrets about the inadvertent role they played in their loved ones' demises, but Walt's regrets never stop him. He only doubles down on hurting them more, again with the justification that it's for their own good and he's acting out of love.

For me, he's at his most monstrous at the beginning of season 5. He's so pleased with himself because both Jesse and Skyler have completely surrendered to him. They are shells of their former selves - their pain is so evident. But Walt feels great. They're doing as they're told, which is all that matters to him. I can't imagine Gus or Mike treating Max or Matty that way. Even the Salamancas (who actually are cartoon monsters, bless them) love their family fiercely and would do anything for them.

But not Walt. Maybe it started out that way, but by the end, he was willing to sacrifice their well-being to the altar of his ego. And that's what makes him the most monstrous character of them all

#walter white #gustavo fring #mike ehrmantraut #breaking bad

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fanboyvini · 1 year

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i'm seeing a lot of posts about how huntlow is heteronormative or not canon, so here are my thoughts

First of all, "Heteronormativity is what makes heterosexuality seem coherent, natural and privileged. It involves the assumption that everyone is 'naturally' heterosexual, and that heterosexuality is an ideal, superior to lgbt."

A f/m couple is not heteronormative, it is something normal and will always exist as well as queer couples

"But it makes it seem like girls and boys can't be friends!"

Gus is friends with Willow, Amity and Luz. Hunter is friends with Luz and Amity

Luz and Amity being queer and being in a queer relationship is not like they are an exception for being queer, but exactly one of the reasons why the show (and huntlow) is not heteronormative, by using the right definition of the word

"They don't blush anymore"

Nor Raeda and Lumity. It's what happens in real life too, when we're in a long term relationship we don't end up blushing as much as we did at the beginning.

"But they didn't even kiss on the cheek!"

Well yes, but why can a romantic relationship only be confirmed canon if there's a kiss?

I honestly liked Dana's choice, and that's what happened with Shera 2018 season finale as well. In many media, queer characters are implicitly confirmed, but we all know they are queer canon. While non-queer characters and couples are explicitly confirmed.

Dana (and ND) simply reversed the roles by making f/m couples non-explicitly confirmed while queer couples are explicitly confirmed. This is brilliant!

"Willow becomes a damsel in distress who needs a guy's help!"

I'm going to have to stop you right here.

Willow's character arc is that she saw herself as weak and managed to get stronger physically and emotionally as time went on. On the one hand this is great, but as time went on Willow was no longer allowing herself to show "weakness" and talk about her feelings, because she didn't want to go back to being weak.

This also kinda happens with Hunter, the fear of being vulnerable.

Hell, this even happens to Amity in season one and even halfway through season two! (off topic i also want to make a post on amity about this later)

Being vulnerable with people who love you and not having that need to be strong all the time is not a bad thing! It's totally healthy!

And many times Hunter protects Willow, Willow protects him in others scenes too! (i can make a post about this scenes later too)

"Huntlow says that only romantic love heals!"

Eh... no? Hunter has several key moments with Luz and Gus (I think he would even have more with Amity and even Vee if the show wasn't cancelled).

Just rewatch Eclipse Lake (Amity tries to help Hunter), Hollow Mind (Luz and Eda tries to help Hunter), Labyrinth Runners (Gus helps Hunter with an anxiety breathing technique, and then Hunter helps Gus later in the ep), Thanks to them (Luz helps Hunter and then says he's family too) and For the Future (Gus and Willow talk about Flapjack and that they don't care if Hunter is a grimwalker, and then while Willow vents, Gus is there helping her too!!)

And what about Lumity and Raeda? Did the characters' problems go away when they got into a relationship and does the romantic love heal everything? of course not! the same goes for Huntlow

You're forgetting (or ignoring) the canon, and all the character development and their relationships

Just because the characters are in a romantic relationship doesn't mean they're implying that a romantic relationship is the only kind of relationship that matters or anything like that

#the owl house #my post #huntlow #willow park #hunter deamonne

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alexiethymia · 2 years

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tomorrow finale

ngl when they said he’d be demoted for six months, I kept hoping for the scene where he’d be the new RMT member to replace choi joon-woong. can you imagine?? ryeon AND ryung-gu as his superiors?? we were robbed!

honestly though the finale was practically wish fulfillment. he finally realizes why ryeon affected him so deeply all this time. the both of them have reverted to their flirting, pre-teen, full-on heart-eyes days and I honestly pity ryung-gu who has to suffer fifty years of this alone.

I keep thinking of ryeon just pushing him to reincarnate so he can be happy and move on, but he’d be like lolnope, and just dropping by all casual-like thinking he’s being all suave and wooing ryeon again. he’s already doing it! mentioning that he’d casually murder someone just so his wifey’s workload is lessened. did you hear his, ‘are you sure? just say the word, and you can have a new member again.’ no matter how well-adjusted he seems, his cat-gifting-his-master-a-corpse tendencies still haven’t changed. again I reiterate, poor ryung-gu. he has to suffer this all by himself for fifty more years.

we know both ryeon and ryung-gu will never reincarnate and manage the rmt team forever. you mean to tell me, joong-gil who didn’t even want to reincarnate when he only had intense feelings of hateloveconfusion towards ryeon, would choose to reincarnate NOW after reuniting with the love of his life (and death)?? ha, fat chance ryeon! If ryung-gu could choose not to reincarnate to be with his mother forever even if she broke their threads herself, then who’s to say that option isn’t available to joong-gil so he can stay with ryeon forever (another parallel between ryung-gu and joong-gil actually)?

This is basically the Jade Emperor’s way of subverting the red string of fate for the both of them. She wouldn’t have done anything if only Joong-gil didn’t love Ryeon THAT much that two reincarnations couldn’t make him move on. In other words, no matter how much he reincarnates, he could never forget those feelings. Ultimately it’s up to the both of their choices as to how they’ll proceed with their love from hereon out. I actually really loved it as a subversion of the red thread of fate trope.

And with Joon-woong and Choi-hui tied together, it means Ryeon will be reunited with two more people she loves upon their death. It shows a hopeful interpretation of passing on overall.

And as always, Joon-woong remains the goodest boi.

Basically they crossed over from tragic Romeo and Juliet love to workplace, married life, rom-com shenanigans. I am here for the genre shifts. I would watch an entire season two of their workplace dynamic once Joon-woong and Choi-hui enter Jumadeung. The three of them would dote so much on Ryeon, and Joong-gil would be happy to know his wife is taken care of during work hours. Meanwhile, the rest of the Senior Directors would be so flabbergasted and confused trying to find out when their Escort Team Leader became such a simp for the RMT leader.

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iorekbyrinson · 2 months

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thoughts on bcs characters and their pullman-universe daemons

James McGill - Weasel or stoat family. The long sleek shape of the mustelid can squirm through any hole after its quarry, taking down prey several times its size. Folklore associations with being untrustworthy, unscrupulous, despite its diminutive size. Also known as the family from which Pantalaimon, daemon of Lyra Silvertongue, heralds from - associations of the protagonist.

Kim Wexler - Jackal. A desert animal with associations of the howling prairies, independence, a looming threat in a familiar canid form. However, jackals have a little known quality of centring the majority of their social behaviour around a monogamous relationship; marking out territory together, forsaking packs mostly for the pair bond. Cunning, determined, opportunistic.

Chuck McGill - Porcupine. Like all Rodentia, porcupines are intelligent and frugal, not carnivorous by nature but certainly with enough natural advantages. Unusual tree-dwellers that live far above the rest of the creatures on the forest floor, the porcupine's most notorious trait are its barbs, shaped so that they stick in the skin and cannot be pulled out.

Howard Hamlin - Golden retriever. Exactly what it appears to be to a fault, the ubiquitously loved animal has a few significant traits; it is above all a retriever, an animal that works in tandem with a master to seek out prey and skilfully return the prize, and any attempts to isolate this intensely social breed go awry - the animal withers away.

Nacho Varga - Rusty-spotted cat. The smallest wildcat in the world, to mistake this feline for its domesticated counterpart is a mistake; it is a predator of its lands, feeding on rodents and any creature beneath it, and has the hallmark of being one of the most successful predators relative to its size in the world. However, this elusive, nocturnal little wildcat has its weaknesses as a daemon; it will not stop until it is at the top of its food chain, even if it exists in an ecosystem where it will be swallowed alive. It has the typical feline traits of aloofness, independence, and particularly beautiful eyes.

Lalo Salamanca - Vampire bat. Largely associated with the handsome, deadly supernatural creatures of mythology, vampire bats do, in truth, hold blood as the superior tonic above all, and are also vastly social creatures; grooming, feeding, and raising families within a group that has strong ties to family members, but also makes room for non-relatives too. They hunt entirely in the dark. Like most of the bat family, their need to communicate means their high pitched chirps are constant when flying through the night sky. An unusual daemon for an unusual man; be watchful of his reflection in mirrors. It may not always be there.

Gus Fring - Coati. A daemon can sometimes settle in the appearance of an animal of meaning to an individual; and the mercurial and mysterious Gustavo Fring has inferred the coati's importance as much in his fateful recollection. However, the coati is also no insignificant animal; it is preyed upon by nearly every major predator in the Americas, but the coati has a tough hide attached to its underlying muscles, making it extremely difficult for teeth to get a hold. It is a contained and somewhat elegant looking small mammal with a handsome pair of spectacles around its dark, round eyes, and a reputation for intelligence rivalling that of its opportunistic cousin, the raccoon.

Mike Ehrmantraut - Badger. Whether of the European badger flavour; forest-bears of quiet and solitary pursuits, devoted to the burrows of their families, or of the American type, the fearsome ratel or honey badgers that face down mountain lions without a second look, badger daemons carry the traits of strength, perseverance, and an undeniable aggression that make them the animal that never backs down. Badgers construct setts that go deep below the earth, a vast underground system of resources that belies the staid, unemotional appearance of these creatures. Man + mountain indeed.

#better call saul #daemons #gus fring #jimmy mcgill #lalo salamanca #mike ehrmantraut #howard hamlin #chuck mcgill #sorry for the tag overload I wanna be able to search back for this post #I know people headcanon lalo as a wolf or a big cat #but #the daemon process is a little bit more subtle and not “what animal are you” so much as it is the spiritual companion to you #his dark streak is just too wide to have a deeply social animal like a wolf #or a big cat that stands on its own ground #he doesn't command respect so much as he turns a very specific kind of charm to his favour #same logic for coati gus #a big cat he ain't #no animal that can just bite your head off would cock up so badly in that meeting with Eladio lol #that's an animal that uses intelligence first #and a certain kind of introverted nuance and wisdom #google a coati anyhow they cute #and something something being the animal that you claim to have conquered and let die in pain is....very gustavo tbh #like he isn't an opportunist either lmao we stan a inconsistent king

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acewithapaintbrush · 1 year

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Hey, @sokkas-first-fangirl psssst! Remember the idea I told you about? Do you fancy a *opens coat* sneak peek?

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Hunter is not afraid.

That is the most surprising part about all of this. The complete and utter lack of fear. Here he is, back in the throne room. Back where it all started all these years ago. Him, younger and clueless, kneeling before his emperor and waiting to receive his new rank, the highest honor of his life.

Golden Guard.

Golden. As in precious. Valuable. Worthy.

He is older now. Maybe still clueless in a lot of ways, but not quite as naive anymore.

Golden. As in reflective. Empty. Cold.

A useless bauble, one of many in the emperor's chain.

He is not kneeling now. The urge is ever present, this ingrained need to get down, get low. Make yourself small. One knee on the ground, the other foot flat on the floor, knee in front of you and up. One arm resting on the raised knee, hands fisted, but not clenched. That is important. Too tense and he'll think you are hiding a failure, too relaxed and he'll question your training. There is a science to kneeling just the right way. Don't get down too quick or you'll hurt your knee, but also don't get down too slow or you will wobble too much. It's a dance. A choreography. One he has learned for years and fallen back on in times of uncertainty and fear.

So his leg twitches, his balance is shot.

But he'll be damned if he kneels even one more second in front of this false prophet.

Kneeling or not, Belos still towers over him. Stares down at him with eyes full of rage and disappointment.

The fear is still missing.

But that's actually worse.

Hunter feels nothing. There is an emptiness inside of him, a black hole sucking in all the emotions he should be feeling and can't. He tries to tell himself that it's a good thing. Unc- Belos, doesn't deserve his fear. Doesn't deserve to feel even more superior than he certainly does already.

Hunter doesn't confuse this emptiness with bravery though.

Luz would have been brave. She would have stared Belos in the eye and declared war. Would have stood tall and strong.

If Hunter had gone along with her insane plan, that is.

"Let us switch places.", she had whispered into his ear as they and their friends had been under fire. "I'm sure Gus can hold up the illusion long enough."

Hunter had stared at her and for a second he'd been tempted. The idea of facing Belos had sent a shiver down his spine, had filled him with an unimaginable horror. But then he'd seen through Luz's confident smirk and the fire in her eyes and he'd seen the same kind of fear, the same horror.

Not a daredevil plan. Just plain desperation.

So he'd pushed her away, pushed his own fear away, so far down that he now can't find it again, and had told her "No way!"

And now he is here. Captured and alone.

Belos seems to be waiting for something, pleading maybe. Begging for forgiveness. But Hunter knows this game even if he hasn't been the best player until now. Begging only makes things worse. Pleading only opens yourself up for even more cutting remarks, a slap to shut up your babbling, more baggage whispered into your ear. Presumed faults and failures.

Always failing. Never good enough.

But now he at least knows why. Of course never good enough. How could a copy ever be as good as the original?

He'd been set up for failure from the minute he'd been born (made?).

Oh yes. Hunter knows this game. And he is done playing. He is done losing over and over again, pretending that he ever had a chance in the first place.

Time for the ultimate Game Over.

The thought should terrify him.

It doesn't.

Hunter keeps silent, looks somewhere between Belos' eye and his ear. And waits.

Finally the emperor shakes his head. A sigh leaves his lips. Vaguely, Hunter wonders how a monster like that can have such a kind voice.

"You have disappointed me greatly, Hunter."

Hunter sucks in a breath and finally meets those cold, calculating eyes.

Time to fold his cards. Time to concede the match.

"Just like Caleb did?"

The silence is thick with tension. Belos is motionless, hands still clasped behind his back.

And then he smiles. Soft and gentle.

Ah. There it is.

The fear.

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Idea for a canon divergence: what if Hunter and Luz hadn't switched places?

#the owl house #owl house #toh hunter #the owl house hunter #hunter the golden guard #hunter needs a hug #hunter angst #the owl house fanfiction #The owl house snippet #The owl house canon divergence #We'll see where this goes #It's a rough one yet #Gonna tidy it up a lot more before I even consider uploading to ao3

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Also my brother read your answers to his questions so I’m sending you his response and at this point I am putting in an application to be a stenographer since he uses me as one.

-You’re like a Tattoo and the clothes sharing fics are also my favorites. Well this new one might actually be my favorite and then these two as well. But that’s because older Brian? Sick. Nonbinary Gus? Fucking awesome. Older Justin? Love it.

-I fucking loved the first chapter too! Tell her that it was so cool to see Brian as a dad to an older Gus. All affectionate and cute and shit. But i also liked it cause you get the vibe from it that you can tell that Gus helped make Brian even better than he was. It makes sense in my head but i fucked with that big time. Wait hold up. So she basically sent a voice memo like me to someone about their awesome idea? I do that too! But that’s actually really fucking cool. Every time someone talks about when they got their cool idea’s it’s either shower, driving or while sleeping.

-Tell her thank you for the new song suggestions. I fucking love these two songs. (He immediately added them on his playlist) that second song really is a Brian song! Maybe I’ll have to make some exceptions for my Bri Bri playlist because this one should be on it.

-he also saw that the fics he was readin were written by the same person/your friend and he looked at me and went ‘same fucking person?! Tell them they fucking rock! That last fic they just finished had me giggling like a fucking dumbass! I was laying on the bed, kicking my feet like an idiot when I saw a new update came through’

And he was checking your blog and saw your WIP asks and he absolutely lost his shit. I didn’t even know about this so he for once showed me something. And yes, he felt superior. So this next part is about that:

-A DRAG QUEEN FIC?! JUSTIN AS A DRAG QUEEN?! Ooohhh shit, (our uncles name) would fucking love that! (For context: our uncle is a retired drag queen who met his hubby and then his hubby would help make him dresses.) I need her to write that whenever the fuck she can.

-wait fuck, i vibe with the teacher student idea. But like maybe a tutor Brian who used to teach at the college that Justin is at now instead or something like that. I mean Brian was obsessed with Justin having a good education and studying. HE EVEN HELPED HIM STUDY! I support this idea 1000% and about 900% of the reason is because Brian pushing for Justin’s education was hot. I believe in her to figure it out and make it good if she does it.

-if she does a prom fic from Brian’s point of view, i might have to call off work like I did for Iron Man. That shit would fucking hurt like a motherfucker.

So that was all he had to say. Because after that he just walked away while saying to himself ‘prom episode from Brian’s point of view..fuck man, I might not be strong enough for that’

Hey brother anon! You know you can make your own tumblr account (they’re free!) and contact me yourself. Your poor sister isn’t your secretary. <3

- I’m glad you like the older versions! Brian will always be beautiful but he won’t always be young.

- It wasn’t a voice memo, it was voice to text into my docs which was… wild. First off. Why is the default spelling Bryan? And secondly all the um and ahs get picked up. Finally, the spelling of Kinnetik was a mess. I should have used a voice memo. That would have been easier.

- The second song was on a mix my now partner made for me when we were in our “do you like me like I like you” era. Literally every song on that mix was that obvious. They were also in their “I aim to be like Brian Kinney” era too. Because they had loved before and gotten their heart broken. So the song makes me think of both Brian and when they were all “no apologies, no regrets, monogamy is for breeders, never going to get married.”

- I’m glad you liked the WIP ideas! The drag queen idea came to me while I was listening to Randy’s podcast and learned he’s a drag race fan. As a drag race fan myself I couldn’t sleep on that knowledge. But this was when I was writing Tattoo. And then Fireflies seemed like an easier fic to write. Because Justin is going to go on all stars in the fic and you know I need to get those details right. All the challenges, the queens who will be there. It’s kind of going to be a crossover fic so that feels like a monumental undertaking. But I think I want to do it!

- the student teacher fic idea did come from conversations in fandom here on tumblr about yes the importance Brian places on education including and especially Justin’s. Education (imo) is where Brian and Michael’s paths really diverged and you can see how Brian going to college (maybe grad school too) changed his life from growing up working class to being the guy who has money and nice things and importantly freedom. We can dive into Jack asking Brian for handouts another time.

- so it’s not the prom from Brian’s pov, but 220. The last episode of season 2… when Justin chooses Ethan. You still might need to take the day off.

- don’t give me ideas like prom from Brian’s pov. That awakens something in me. Also an excuse to rewatch prom.

Brother anon, I have two assignments for you:

1. Start an ao3 account. I have an invite if you need one. There are so many fics out there for every fandom. Including ofc qaf.

2. Start a tumblr account. You’re going home and you can’t rely on your sister to keep us updated. There are some pretty gifs here for you to reblog and scream your opinions in the tags. I think people even like iron man here too.

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023 #2024 edition

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The previous part of this series, Part 2, is available here.

In the world of internal Democratic Party politics, the chosen party of the professional-managerial class, fighting for a role in the party hierarchy is done by resume-padding. You have to have worked the correct jobs under the right managers with subsequent letters of recommendation from your patrons, showing both that you care but your primary commitment is to the job itself, not to the cause you were purportedly fighting for in that position. In that sense, Allard Lowenstein fits the bill as a typical upwardly mobile member of the party in the same way Pete Buttigieg does today. If America knows Lowenstein at all, it's from his role in the popular PBS documentary series on the civil rights movement Eyes on the Prize, especially episode 5. The emotional climax of the episode comes over the party machinations to keep the alternative slate of black voters from being seated at the 1964 Democratic convention, which LBJ, Hubert Humphrey, and his protege Walter Mondale succeeded in because of their superior knowledge of debate club tactics. A series of copyright claims by rightsholders for whom licenses had expired kept this show off the air in the 90s, but early filesharing advocates got to work promoting the show across the internet. After all, if they were trying to ban it, it must be important. The clip here is from that episode.

Lowenstein got his law degree at Yale, did his stint in the military like an honorable American, and then got a job from Eleanor Roosevelt directly, always the most powerful player in the party from her husband's death to 1960. However, Lowenstein also cared to an extent. He wanted the black people of the American south to have a chance to vote, based to a large extent on what he witnessed on a fact-finding tour of Namibia, then an internal colony of Apartheid South Africa. His passion was such that he was a major player in the movement to prevent LBJ from being renominated in 1968, recruiting Eugene McCarthy to run against him. This was because they were both politics nerds in the West Wing sense. Young guns, they believed they knew better than the Democratic machine politicians what voters wanted. They knew the people wanted an anti-war candidate who satisfied liberal pieties and who thumbed his nose at the old hierarchies. The result was three unsuccessful campaigns for presidential nomination and Lowenstein himself becoming a one-term congressman. As Gus Tyler, president of the International Ladies' Garment Workers Union (himself a young rebel against an old guard at one point, now an old man leading younger women) said, Lowenstein was leading politics "away from economics to ethics and aesthetics, to morality and culture", and ultimately "to the Republican Wolves".

The problem here wasn't that Lowenstein cared too much, as most of his contemporaries wrote. Rather, he'd performed like a racer trying to slipstream/draft who had spun out of control. This was because of Lowenstein's background and training. As the consummate liberal striver, he'd managed to become president of the National Student Association in 1951 (note this in particular for future posts). This was a union of students' unions, which was basically the debate club to end all debate clubs because that's all student unions are. Even today, but especially so in the 40s and 50s, the only reason to get involved in student politics was because it was a training ground for how parliaments and congresses work. All they do is argue over arcane resolutions on mundane subject matter, until one manages to land a blow strong enough to gain a majority in favour. It's a weirdo politics junkie's dream.

Lowenstein brought that energy to organizing black people in the American South. Even before his role in organizing 1964's Freedom Summer in Mississippi, the project for which Chaney, Goodman, and Schwerner were murdered, he was already getting on the nerves of more radical black people. James Forman, right of MLK in the pic below, ended up on the wrong side of Lowenstein at the 1956 NSA convention. Lowenstein didn't want passage of a more progressive civil rights platform than the one the Democratic Party had adopted. At one point, he literally shoved a black man to the microphone to speak on his behalf, according to Forman. He won, of course, because he knew his debate club tactics better.

7 years later, Lowenstein and Forman butted heads over the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee's work in Mississippi and Alabama. Forman notes that he arrived almost unannounced, and yet many of the white volunteers suddenly claimed that they were under his orders to do what they were doing, including going to towns that were centres of white violence and had no organizing done. As a Yale alumni, Lowenstein probably had links to major white supremacist orgs to protect these people given that Yale was the university of choice for white southerners in the Ivy Leagues. On the other hand, Lowenstein's line was against black radical politics and towards conciliation. Forman found that Lowenstein often worked hand-in-hand with Bayard Rustin, James Farmer, and John Lewis (far right in the pic above), and were close to Norman Thomas and Michael Harrington's Socialist Party (eventually Democratic Socialists of America), bankrolled by Walter Reuther of the United Automobile Workers union. He was particularly piqued when they went to the Dominican Republic as supposedly independent observers and certified the election of the pro-American candidate not long after an American invasion, despite the well-known popularity of his opponent Juan Bosch.

This rankled Forman because the struggle in America for the civil rights of black people was part and parcel of the decolonization struggle abroad, or so he thought. To have America going around and imposing governments on nations through its military industrial complex and arcane intelligence apparatus reeked of what South Africa was doing in Namibia. After all, there was a reason the SNCC had adopted the phrase "one man, one vote" for its 1964 Freedom Summer campaign: it had been a slogan of the 1958 All African Peoples' Conference, the first meeting of black revolutionaries from all of Africa in history.

This conference was convened by the newly independent Ghana, the eighth independent nation in Africa and the first of a long wave which gained independence between 1958 and 1994. The resounding waves of this action were felt in America. Martin Luther King Jr explained in an interview that year "This event will give impetus to oppressed peoples all over the world. I think it will have worldwide implications and repercussions—not only for Asia and Africa, but also for America… At bottom, both segregation in America and colonialism in Africa are based on the same thing—white supremacy and contempt for life". But "Our independence is meaningless unless it is linked up with the total liberation of the African continent", incoming Ghanian prime minister Kwame Nkrumah declared, which is why the All African Peoples' Conference had to be held.

Nkrumah did not learn his debating skills from the NSA. As a student in America in the 30s, he'd given sermons in churches across New York City and Philadelphia, talking always about Africa. Yet it was his experience of American segregation that radicalized him. Being told he was only fit to drink from a spittoon was one of many insults he faced from white Americans. At times, he would buy a subway ticket so that he had a place to sleep. He knew the civil rights struggle was the same as his own, and this followed to the rest of his government. When Ghana became independent, it had virtually no skilled workers because universities in the country barred black students and everybody who had the ability travelled to America to learn. In 1958, Nkrumah spoke at an NAACP dinner in Harlem, telling black American dignitaries that the next step in their fight for civil rights was to send their well educated members back to Ghana, where they would receive a warm welcome and teach their fellow Africans to build a strong, independent nation that could one day bring together a united Africa to rival America.

The opening salvo in this project was the call for all freedom fighters of Africa to send representatives to the AAPC. Nkrumah welcomed them personally. First came Tom Mboya (keep your eyes on this guy) from Kenya, a trade unionist official and future Minister of Justice who one day soon would ensure a member of his tribe, Barack Obama Senior, made his way to America to attend university. Future successful and failed revolutionaries like Joshua Nkomo, George Padmore, Kenneth Kaunda, Hastings Banda, Frantz Fanon, Dr. Felix-Roland Moumie, and Holden Roberto, as well as notable black US Congressman Charles Diggs, were among 300 delegates. Perhaps the most important delegate was accidental. Joseph Kasavubu had initially been invited as the representative from the Congo. However, when the plane to Ghana stopped in Leopoldville/Kinshasa, Belgian authorities had stopped him from getting on, recognizing him from anti-colonial speeches earlier. However, they did allow Patrice Lumumba and two comrades who had impressed the plane's passengers with their rhetoric at a bar to join in. When Nkrumah met Lumumba, he was deeply impressed and called for a photographer to record the moment.

Also among them was Horace Mann Bond as a representative of the African American Institute, a group funded by western mining interests but staffed with academics from major American black universities like Howard and Lincoln. He brought along a reporter named Bob Keith, who was arrested during a closed session of the congress with bugging equipment. Bond was also president of the American Society of African Culture. AMSAC had deep pursestrings, bailing out a number of black groups soon after it was founded, and sponsored Bond as well as CUNY professor John Aubrey Davis, who reported on all the proceedings to former National Student Association president and current AMSAC leader James Theodore Harris Jr, according to AMSAC's archives. A third group that attended the conference was the Congress for Cultural Freedom, who sent white AFL-CIO leader Irving Brown. AFL-CIO in turn sponsored International Ladies' Garment Workers Union member Maida Springer, one of the few black women. One thing that AAI, AMSAC, AFL-CIO, and CCF shared was an explicit commitment to anticommunism in their charters, even as some claimed apoliticality otherwise. CCF sent its future president, South African poet Ezekiel Mphaphele. Some CCF funding came from the Fairfield Foundation, a charitable organization that sent its own observer Patrick Duncan, a white member of the South African Liberal Party. Other funding came from the Ford Foundation, which sent white University of California Santa Cruz professor John A. Marcum on its own. Marcum and Brown helpfully offered to translate ad hoc between French (spoken by Lumumba) and English (spoken by Nkrumah), and the two report an unknown American helping them with all their conversations.

I note these people because they or the organizations that sponsored them were all revealed to be CIA fronts or conduits by the magazine Ramparts in 1967 (Brown's one time boss at the CIA's International Organizations Division, Thomas Braden, wrote a response entitled "I'm glad the CIA is 'immoral'"). Many of them defended themselves by saying they were unaware of where the money was coming from or that they did not know the people they reported to were compromised. As Ramparts was drawing primarily on IRS information that had been leaked as well as corroborating testimony, they did not know the full extent of their integration into the intelligence apparatus. As many of these organizations folded in the 70s and 80s after these revelations their archives were given over to universities for preservation. They were rarely perused, two notable exceptions being by Frances Stonor Saunders and Hugh Wilford in the 90s and 2000s respectively. What they revealed was not wholesale domination or complete innocence, but rather a joy that the CIA was funding them to do what they knew was the right thing combined with strident insistence to the conduits for their funding that they not be forced to do anything that would contradict with their politics. When Farmer, of Forman's Lowenstein faction at CORE and SNCC, went on an AMSAC-sponsored tour of Africa, he criticized Malcolm X's beliefs as "apartheid and… worse", then got into arguments with diplomatic staff for his criticisms of American policies towards South Africa, Portugese Africa, and most of all the Congo. He later claimed that seeing apartheid abroad helped to calcify his opinion the American government. When Brown became harshly critical of Nkrumah, Springer, his subordinate and mentee at AFL-CIO, explained decades later that the 1958 conference gave her "goosebumps" and was more significant than the fall of the Berlin Wall in her opinion.

Evidently, many of these liberals, like the more radical leftists they battled, viewed the American civil rights struggle as an anti-colonial one. So too did the CIA, given the similar manner in which they infiltrated both through the liberals. However, portrayals of the struggle in popular culture like Eyes on the Prize show nothing of the sort. They tend to show a struggle from the streets right into the Democratic Party. This pattern also befits all of the above named associated with the CIA, albeit with the ones less inclined to support whoever the current president was also ending up becoming less powerful. Typically, they emerged in academia rather than politics, ie the other glorified debate club. In contrast, the radicals tended to find themselves sidelined or shot. Forman was an early supporter of the Black Panthers along with his associate at the SNCC Stokely Carmichael, but as the group descended into factional infighting, his former comrade stuffed a pistol in his mouth and threatened to shoot, giving him a nervous breakdown. He went into academia and helped ensure his son, now a Yale Law professor, could do the same. To co-author his autobiography, "The Making of Black Revolutionaries", Forman picked Julian Bond, son of Horace Mann Bond.

‘Irving Brown was never a CIA agent’, said Cord Meyer, the head of the International Organizations Division of the CIA. ‘The very notion is laughable. He was as independent as you could get, and very strong-willed. What the CIA did was to help him finance his major projects when they were crucial to the Western cause. But in his operations he was totally on his own’.

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if we're talking Huntlow: ASIAS makes me lose it bc like. Willow not knowing Hunter was the Golden Guard and Hunter not knowing Willow was associated with Luz/Eda meant they like. met each other as they are. with no attached judgement. Hunter met Willow and saw a girl who's kind and fierce and powerful and determined and smart. Willow met Hunter and saw a boy who's intense and socially awkward but skilled and good-hearted and just trying to prove himself. they SAW each other, y'know?

YEAH YEAH EXACTLY!!! This whole thing drives me absolutely insane. That episode aired and I was immediately possessed by something demonic and churned out a whole fic about them in like two weeks with the central theme of what it means to be truly Seen because I could not get all of their stupid symbolism to stop eating my skull from the inside out.

First impressions can be everything sometimes. They can be the foundation of how you view a person. Which is why it's so interesting that they became acquainted having no idea who each other were. They don't know their stories yet. They're perfect strangers.

It's not like Willow's relationship with Hunter is, in any way, superior to the bonds she has with her other friends. They're just. Different. Different circumstances. He sees Willow differently as a result.

There's too much about Willow and Amity's relationship to get into but the basic jist of it is that once the girls begin to repair their friendship Amity only sees bits and pieces of Willow. She sees her kindness and her wisdom and her bubbly personality. But she's still not getting the full picture and this frustrates Willow. With her history in mind, the way she's seen as she currently is means everything to Willow's sense of identity.

Obviously Luz and Gus both adore Willow. And they understand that she's not the person she used to be. They recognize her strength. Luz once described her as "tough as nails" and Gus referred to her current confident personality as "the real [Willow]." They hype her up endlessly. They're fantastic friends. They do not look down on her, not even a little bit.

But maybe every so often Willow tires of being reminded that she's always gonna be viewed as an inspirational story to them. In their eyes it's "Wow Willow, look at what you've become." So maybe it'd be nice to meet somebody who instead thinks like "Wow Willow, look at what you are." It's good to have friends who have known you from your rough beginnings and can understand how you got this point but it's also nice to make friends who you have a clean slate with, yknow?

Willow makes it clear during the intro of ASIAS that she's still not entirely satisfied with her current self. She likes it just fine but there's still quite a bit of climbing to do before she can truly see herself as the witch she wants to be. Willow is reaching for the stars.

It must mean something that ASIAS was the debut of Willow's new look. She had the pigtails near the end of Follies, but it's them paired with the new glasses that makes the whole statement.

The hair was braided by Amity. It's the hair she used to braid for her when they were little. It's an old part of herself that she's reclaiming. It's to symbolise that Willow refuses to define herself as her trauma caused by Amity Blight anymore. She is trying to mend bridges and move forward.

And the glasses? They're not really linked to anyone in particular. At least nobody she knows yet. The glasses are something brand new, something different, something to establish that Willow is turning over a new leaf in terms of her identity. There's this cooler, more confident version of herself that has been growing lately and this is her fully embracing it. She wants to be perceived as this new (real) Willow and the new glasses reflect that. She wants somebody to see her the way she wants to be seen. So isn't it a cool detail how she starts wearing them in this episode in particular? Isn't it interesting how her frames are gold? Doesn't it make you go batshit how she began wearing those glasses wishing for somebody to see her and then somebody does? Because it makes ME go batshit.

In Willow's mind, she's still reaching for the stars. In Hunter's mind, she's already caught them.

Hunter on the other hand, goes in the complete opposite direction and yet still ends up in the same place. While Willow strolls into Hexside that morning to establish her true self, Hunter arrives in "disguise." In his eyes, he's not portraying the version of himself that he wants to be seen as. The Golden Guard is who Hunter wants to be. That's his whole motivation in the episode. But when he shows up at Hexside, he's unmasked. It's revealed in a later episode that he feels significantly less confidant when his face is bare, which adds a funny bit of irony to all his recruitment tactics. Hunter tries to put on an act, to become somebody else, but the moment that mask comes off he can't help but become the messy, awkward, moody yet energetic and painfully sincere person that he tries so hard not to be.

Hunter very much does not want to be seen as his true self. In fact, he is trying to completely dismantle his true self and lose himself entirely to the Golden Guard persona. But Willow sees the person underneath, completely unaware that this person she's meeting is supposed to be a shameful secret and she likes what she's seeing. She likes him.

And the absolute kicker here is that it was because of Willow that Hunter first started to like himself outside of the mask. I think the Flyer Derby game was the first time we ever saw unmasked Hunter so happy and confident. Willow took his hand to help him cross the first stepping stone into accepting himself for the person that he's been trying so hard to stomp out all this time.

So it's like. They see the best version of each other. Hunter sees the version Willow wants everyone to see. Willow sees the version Hunter doesn't want anyone to see but it's the version that helps him grow in the long run.

And that's only the foundation. But sometimes foundation is everything. The respective pasts do end up crashing into this tentative relationship. Willow learns Hunter is the Golden Guard. Hunter learns that Willow has weaknesses too. However, the foundation will always remain the core of how they see each other. At the end of the episode, Hunter reaffirms just how he sees Willow by referring to her as "Captain." And Willow, in turn, decides to believe in Hunter's capacity for good and keeps the friendship door open. If they hadn't met each other in the way they did they may not have really seen each other as clearly and it's possible the series of events that followed may have gone much differently. Who knows if they'd even have become friends. Its all about foundations, yknow??

#huntlow #this is long enough that i need to put it in my tag #its not a hc tho im just babbling like a madman

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fic-heaven · 9 months

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Lmao you are one of the reasons I joined tumblr. I was wondering if you had planned to write something about Reyes. (Reyes from COD not overwatch xd)

I saw long ago you talked about having planned something for him and I was wondering when you’d upload it

Sorry this took so long lmao i actually lost the first drabble and ended up making an entirely new one yesterday night so here you go lil chickie

Also THE HONOR XD welcome to Tumblr uwu

Make it a twenty

Enzo Reyes x Reader (NSFW)

🐥Short AF sorry

Being surrounded by big buff men every day since the moment you joined eventually took a tool on you and your repressed need for a nice fuck. Meeting Enzo Reyes did NOT help one bit.

I DIDN'T EDIT SHIT SORRY I'm one lazy fuck

Reyes was the most infuriating man you have ever met.

His mood swings paired with his need to look tough and cool around others were a headache at times. But that was precisely what attracted you to him in the first place.

His revelious nature often caused him to get yelled at and punished by superiors, and that quickly turned into a game between Nova, Gus and you. You three would throw bets here and on about how long it would take the Canadian to get his ass spanked, by whom and even which punishment he would get. He obviously didn't know about this, if he did you were sure the man would burry your asses in a blink.

It all started when you caught Gus and Nova overlooking the field laughing about a freshly yelled Reyes who was caught sneaking off training. You admired the man for having the balls to actually try to scape Lieutenant Ghost's wrath, it was funny to think Reyes actually believed for a moment he could skip training but it was even funnier to see him get chased by Sargeant Soup by Ghost's command.

Two weeks later the dumbass tried to to exactly the same and got punished accordingly resulting in you winning the bet of the time in which he would get punished, and Nila winning both bets of who would punish him and how.

You remember it like it was yesterday.

It was the middle of June. You enjoyed the view of him running laps shirtless under the summer sun, the man was sweating galloons and your two idiots of friends swapped their betting prices to you. You didn't pay much attention since the view of Reyes legs' muscles flexing, the sweaty locks of his growing dark hair pressed to his forehead and his heavy panting plus a murderous glare towards anything and everything made you squeeze your thighs in hopes of suffocating your need to jump to the training field and fuck him right there under a few other recruits, Gus and Nova's praying eyes.

Your partnership with Reyes was... Professional.

You knew he was a forward guy who always spoke his mind (often getting in trouble for it), you two had interacted a few times, nothing special... But it was enough for you to know that he never liked to dance around topics specially ones that involved him. He loved sincerity and straightforwardness, so that same night after diner you gave him exactly that. A piece of your mind you had kept since your very first interaction.

It was nine thirty five PM. Reyes just got out of the shower and was hanging out with you, Nova and Gus at the mess hall. The two latter left a while back to God knows where to do "whatever" and "would be back in no time", the rest of the rookies left as well, some to dine others to rest. So you knew then you had to make your move. It was now or never.

"What does a girl need to do to get fucked properly around here?"

The usually smug guy raised his brows in shock looking at you like you said the most out of character thing. Reyes grunted out a chuckle and smiled knowingly eventually breaking from the shock, but less than one second later he somehow seemed bored or was he nervous? His eyes jumped to look over where you guys were sitting checking if anyone was still around then looked back at you a little more serious one of his hands absentmindedly messed with the ripped sides of the couch cushions, a nervous tick for sure. The amount of expressions he showed in that moment would have made you laugh but you knew better than to anger and/or annoy the cocky man.

"Feeling bold tonight, girlie? What's with you getting your panties wet all of a sudden?" He said almost sounding bored and unimpressed. You knew better.

You placed your elbows over your knees leaning closer to his side, both of you never breaking away from each other's gaze. You paid one last quick glance at the entrance to make sure you two were out of earshot. "I thought I was being obvious-"

"You mean when you were eating me with your eyes a while back?" He cut you abruptly smiling like the smug bastard he was now openly looking down your lips. "What if I say that I liked what I saw?" You knew he was trying to make you flustered and you were NOT going to back down.

Reyes leaned downwards mirroring your position. You could feel his body heat so close you felt like you were on fire. His beard lightly tickled you earlobe when he whispered in a low tone a growl that could have made your knees buckle if it wasn't for your current position.

"There is much more to see than my bare torso sweatin' under the bloody sun."

"Is that an invitation?"

"You feeling that curious?"

Your nod pleased him for the moment, you had been uncharacteristically forward enough for him to forgive you for not verbally stating your answer and he was already still processing he was having THIS conversation with YOU. Did you even know how horny your mere presence made him feel? Specially wearing those comfortable shorts that drove him mad trying not to look at your thighs.

"Then come closer. I promise none of this fuckers will give it to you as i will."

You barked out a laugh trying to push his buttons a little "is that right? Had plenty of girls here to practice? I'm surprised i'm really the lucky one to have caught your attention." Maybe some insecurities did come to light then, you feared your comment had messed the whole thing up. Reyes looked at you displeased, his hand that previously messed with the couch took a firm hold of your thigh. Your heart skipped a beat.

"I'm not one for one nightstands but that's up to you... Whatever you want to make of this." He wasn't lying, he hadn't had the time nor the wish to indulge in quickies with strangers since... Well, since you. You weren't lying either, he wanted you since the moment he met you and he would be a fool to deny you.

You looked away a little embarrassed, the previous bravery scaped your body thanks to the now awkward situation. Reyes wouldn't have it, his palm took your cheek and gently directed your gaze to meet his, dark brown eyes stared at you with badly hidden concern.

"Not shying away from the truth, we don't have to put labels on this. And trust me sweetheart, the things I want to do to you are better shown than spoken." His mouth spoke filthy promises but his eyes showed a different side of him. Softness... Confort. He didn't want you to feel expendable but he also didn't want to push you to make a big deal about all this if you didn't want to. Reyes was many things, but he was not going to force you to do shit you didn't want. You both stare at each other carefully looking for something, for that little push of confidence to come back to your bodies now that you were inches from one another. This time it was your call to voice your answer.

"I desire you..."

That broke something in him. His eyes turning glassy full of lust and affection, an expression so foreign in Reyes it knocked the breath out of your lungs. You desired him? You little idiot...

Your hand acted before you could think and went to take him by the chin pressing your lips together into a desperate kiss. Unbeknownst to you even as the kiss begun turning lustful and messy full of teeth and tongue, even when his arms firmly wrapped around your waist to press you against his chest to deepen it, he never closed his eyes. You obviously didn't know because yours fluttered close as soon as the first kiss was sealed, Reyes didn't want to look dumb or creepy for looking at you as he all but devoured your mouth, truth is he feared that if he closed his eyes all of this... This dream of a night, would be exactly that. A dream. Another lustful dream to add to his collection of thoughts and fantasies he had about you whenever he was alone. But he would never admit it.

Your body hovered over his when you sat on his lap caging him between your thighs. Reyes almost caved in letting you guide your lustful dance but at the third lazy roll of your hips grinding down his hardening cock he reacted. He nipped down your lip teasingly pulling it back and letting go with a pop and a grin, his lust-filled eyes drunk of your taste.

"This is hardly the place, you know." Reyes huffed taking a hold of your hands. On that much you agreed.

There is a pounding in your chest much stronger than the one you got the first time you met him, stronger than that one time he carried your wounded body through the chaos of the battlefield to a safe hideout and guarded you there without complain calling for medical as he tried to keep you awake and lastly, much stronger than the time a silly dark joke you muttered during a tense operation was able to crack the asshole of a man into a muffled fit of laughter. You two got yelled at then, but honestly? To hear Reyes laugh like that was worth it. Who would have ever thought you'd get to have him like this right now, to hear the noises that came from de deepth of your shared pleasure, you couldn't even believe it yourself.

His growls and heavy groans along with your moans and broken cries of his name, his real name Enzo, were loud inside your private quarters.

The SpecGru operator was chocking you with his bicep while burying himself mercilessly deep into your womb. Reyes - no ... Enzo, was losing his mind. You looked godly under the dim light of the cheap lamp on your desk with your soft skin shining tiny droplets of your combined sweat, you laid there downwards, your ass up bouncing against him with the force of his movements as he fucked you raw. “You like that, angel? Fuck, does that feel good?” he tried to sound taunting, but the way his voice drips with need... You were certain he’s begging to hear the answer.

"F-fuck yes... Yes! Just give it to me, En... Fuck me-" Enzo was sure you didn't know about the grasp you had in him right now. To hear you moaning his real name and now even calling him En in that endearing way? His hips were quick to pick up the pace, the clapping sound of your bodies colliding was getting so loud you were sure you'd get interrogated the next morning. But honestly? Fuck it. You are too tired of pretending you didn't want to have this man fucking you into a puddle.

Your hands clawed at his muscular bicep, he relaxed it fearing he had hurt you but against his thoughts you pressed his arm a little tighter to your neck giving that additional pressure that had you drooling and constricting the ear oh so deliciously. Enzo laughed like it was the funniest thing he had ever seen that day, your eyes rolled to the back of your skull, his thrusts never stopping as he fucked his way into trying to hear your choked moans break from the constricting pressure of his muscular arm choking on your delicious-looking neck.

"Y-YES UGH YES FUCK!" His other hand rush to cover your mouth roughly and you could almost have laughed, the man tried to quieten you not even realizing HE was the one screaming. "Your pussy is driving me fucking nuts... Keep squeezing my cock like that and I'll fill you up like a fucking turkey on Thanksgiving, y'hear me!?" Enzo's voice was mean and threatening it had you squeezing your walls tighter around him, he grunted at the sudden squeeze. His hair and beard lightly tickled your sweaty skin as he slowed the pace and deepened his thrusts. His mouth kissed, licked and bit down your skin leaving marks all over your neck.

You whined back trying to reach for his lips with your own mouth desperately seeking for a kiss. He grunted for you to stay still and as a retort you tried to thrust your hips backwards and squeezed him tighter making the man over you whimper and pant a little louder in surprise. He loved this rebellious and bold part of you but it was starting to affect him.

Enzo didn't have time to feel embarrassed about showing this whiney side of him to you, he was too preoccupied about the again loud clapping sounds of your conjoined bodies meeting each other in an aggressive rythm shacking your bed and ruining your messed up mattress when he picked up the pace once more. He fucked you like an dog in heat, chasing an end seemingly so hurtful to reach his whimpers and moans morphed into painful-sounding groans he was desperately trying to muffle down biting on your shoulder. Not only did he do this out of embarrassment but also so he to hear your pleasured cries and begs much clearer. Enzo's hips started to slow once more, his stamina running out quickly after spending almos half an hour crazily fucking you into oblivion. "F-fuck woman... Look what you've done to me..." That earned an awful attempt of laughter from you.

You were totally gonna be the death of him but he wasn't complaining. If only you knew how long he had been waiting for this, almost as long as you have, maybe a little more. And now he had you where he always wanted... He felt whole.

Enzo flipped your body like a pancake positioning you into a missionary pose with your legs resting on his shoulders, he lowered to rub your noses in an overly sweet show of affection, your pants mingling in the air as you took a few seconds of break. His fat cock was pushed inside of you when his lips molded with yours, your tongues danced into a lazy pace on contrast of his powerful thrusts that had you seeing stars. It almost looked like you weren't fucking but making love instead. Specially with the way his eyes seemed to get lost in your every expression.

It was all too sweet but the painful friction of his thrusts lubricated in your combined fluids and sweat was leaving hurtful burns in your thighs and pretty much everything under your waist.

"F-fuck not so fucking rough you fucking asshole!..." Your pussy burned from the friction, his short half-shaven trail pinched you as his relentless thrusts kept rearranging your insides. His hand shot to your clit, two fingers pinching and circling your sensitive bud making a yelp scape your panting mouth and eventually distracting you from the sting. "Oh yeah? Why don't you say that again, you slut? Go on tell me to stop." Your head shakes from side to side, the pleasure blinding you to the point of silencing the slight burn you felt before. The change from the love sick look he gave you at first to the pussy-drunk psycho one he was giving you right now made your hole constrict and weep of desire.

You could feel your end nearing when Enzo's hand fell off of your clit to fist your bedsheets, his thrusts becoming sloppier and off-tempo. You both panted onto each other's mouths trying to kiss each other in an attempt to muffle the upcoming shared orgasms. He growled his and you whined yours, your lips fully pressed, your arms embracing and your legs tangled as his load shot to stuff you up like a turkey, exactly like the bastard said.

You didn't take a shower, you didn't speak a word, you two simply held each other into the now dead quiet night, your panting soon turning soothing enough to make each other sleepy and relaxed. Reyes' arm rested under your head the other one circled your waist possessively as he big-spooned you.

"Guess it's a good night then..." You whispered humorously breaking the quiet.

"You want me to stay?"

He sounded so frail. You could have mistook him for an entirely different person. But you knew your Reyes, you knew your Enzo, the moment he looked at you so full of warmth and somehow gratitude before the lights were shut down.

"Always." You said with no hesitation. And that's how you two spent your first night together. The first of many to come.

Morning came by. You woke up alone, the residual warmth of his body still present in your bed and the sweet yet manly aroma of Enzo's shampoo was plastered on your pillow. You inhaled it with a dreamy hum.

You knew better than to feel bad about waking up alone. Knowing the Canadian he probably left early so he wouldn't look suspicious to the others coming down the small kitchenette alone. Your fingers felt your skin down your neck feeling the strong mark his teeth had created the night prior, now it was a dull ache, but it felt so sweet, so real... The proof of your nightly adventure.

After a shower you went to join the others, the tables were pretty crowded and when you sat down to enjoy breakfast with your usual trio with an exhausted look, Reyes was already sitting there with a cup of coffee and a smug smile staring up at you with a mockingly sweet "morning, sleeping beauty" you flipped him the bird with a smile of your own. Gus and Nova greeted you as well and later shared a look when their comrade placed his mug to the side allowing you a fair space to place your breakfast pretending to ignore how your body slightly leaned a little to his side as he sneaked his hand down to affectionately squeeze your thigh.

"You slept alright? Could see you practically skipping a step or two coming to the table, (Y/n)." Gus said trying to soften his enormous smile.

The bear of a man got glared up by you, flipped off by Reyes who muttered a "My brother, cierra la puta boca." and eye rolled by Nova who slapped a twenty on the table and the Rican happily took it with a gremlin-like snicker. "Yeah yeah, take your money. Being smug is Reyes' thing don't be an ass!" Nova said fake fighting Gus who was now doing a happy little dance with the bill he just took from his friend.

You couldn't help the chuckle that scaped you at their antics, Enzo couldn't get his eyes off of you seemingly entranced with the sound of your laughter. He felt things for you he was still not ready to mouth... Yet. But you'd be patient, after all you had to figure how you truly felt for him as well.

But now it wasn't the time nor the place to think about deeper feelings. So you had to focus more on how now you two became victims of Gus and Nova's bets. How fun. You could mentally slap yourself, this explains why they left you two guys alone the night prior... Those two idiots were planning to bet on how long it would take you to bed each other. How original.

#Enzo Reyes #cod reyes #reyes x reader #enzo reyes x reader #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty reyes #cod #drabble #smut drabble #chickie asks #reyes is an ass

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angrylesbianstereotype · 10 months

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Can I just say I relate to Chuck McGill so much? It’s so sad, cause while, yes, he is a shitty brother, as far as morality goes, he’s doing better than most characters in brba/bcs. His primary sin, which he identifies, is being unlikable. Jimmy has a lot of pathos, but the fact is the character of Saul Goodman gained enough popularity to get his own show because he’s funny & charismatic.

We see this too with Lalo, who is popular with fans despite being pretty much just, “a soulless pig.” Gus & Mike are liked for their cool professionalism; Jesse & Nacho are both great, but they both get a lot of mileage out of be young & good looking. Shit, I know you don’t like him, but even Walter has a certain magnetism. He’s an abusive monster, but he’s intense & passionate, which clearly draws a lot of people in.

Chuck doesn’t have any of this. He’s not exiting, cool, or particularly charming in any way. He’s not the sort of character who gets “fans.” I’ve never seen anyone geek out over him the way they do for the rest of these guys. He’s shrill & fussy & demanding; made even worse by his condition. And ultimately, these qualities are what make people dislike him.

It doesn’t matter how desperately Chuck tries to be good (though I think his moral framework is very flawed) because people will never love him the way they love Jimmy. And that resentment destroys their relationship, the only true love & dedication he had in his life, but I can still deeply emphasize with that resentment.

Accepting that it doesn’t matter how good you try to be, cause that’s not what people care about, is so painful. & then accepting that you just don’t have it. That you’re not the sort of person who makes friends easily. That you’re not easy to love. That people will prefer actual monsters over you. It’s so heartbreaking, & it’s definitely made infinitely worse by mental illness. Poor Chuck man. :(

anyway srry this so long, u don’t have to respond to it, i just was struck by chuck. also, i know this was a shallow read of those other characters, i was just trying to make point lol

Sorry to get back to you so late when you put your whole pussy into this ask but bc of that I knew I would have to wholeass my pussying as well and I just haven’t had the time as of late 😭🐈 but fr as someone diagnosed w BPD I always saw too much of myself in Chuck to fully hate him, but also, that’s kind of why I hated him, bc seeing your worst attributes laid on screen and read for filth doesn’t exactly make for an objective viewing experience. What a lot of neurotypicals don’t get ab Chuck’s character is that he doesn’t resent Jimmy in spite of Jimmy tending to him so diligently, but because of it, at least partially. Chuck does not feel that he deserves to be loved and cared for, he doesn’t feel like his emotions and his love are worth anything because his parents loved Jimmy best and Rebecca (he thinks) loved Jimmy best and everyone loves Jimmy best bc of Jimmy’s personality, whereas Chuck has only ever been lauded for his intellect. So it feels unsafe for him to be so dependent on another person’s genuine love, he feels unsafe being cared for, because Chuck feels incredibly threatened by any sort of change or anything that doesn’t align w the world as he’s come to perceive it, hence his “allergy” to electricity, an allegorical stand-in for modernity and progress. And so being cared for w/out that sense of worth that he hinged entirely on his career makes Chuck feel not just impotent, but like he owes Jimmy. Chuck feels as though he and Jimmy are now on unequal footing, bc while Jimmy still has his charisma, his “value”, Chuck no longer has a distinguished law career. And Chuck can’t owe Jimmy anything because he has to feel superior to Jimmy in some respect or he’s worthless, because no matter what Jimmy does he will always be loved, he will always have worth, as Chuck sees it, and Chuck derives all of his self-worth from his law career and his sense of moral superiority. Chuck knows he’s “different”, but his proficiency as a lawyer let him believe that maybe “different” is for the best, maybe other people are the ones doing something wrong, maybe he isn’t missing anything that other people have but has something that other people don’t. And it’s not Jimmy’s fault that other people like him better, that their parents loved him more, that Chuck associates his brother with that feeling of worthlessness, but if Chuck can vilify his brother, then he can justify that ugly, misplaced hatred he feels toward the person he owes the most to. And the idea of Jimmy becoming a lawyer, of taking the one thing Chuck had going for him, is unbearable, intolerable. Obviously I’m not a psychologist, I can’t do an official diagnosis of a tv show character, but it is pretty common conjecture within the fanbase that Chuck is somewhere on the autism spectrum. He’s averse to change, he experiences sensory overload, he struggles with social cues, he has niche interests that he is knowledgeable about to a very precise degree, and he has a very, very strong sense of justice. It’s not fair that Jimmy gets to become a lawyer when that was the only thing Chuck had going for him, it’s not fair that everyone loves Jimmy and not Chuck when Jimmy is a conman who stole from their sweet father and Chuck tries so, so hard to be good, to adhere to society’s moral standards as strictly and literally as possible. It’s not fair.

#rip a bitchy king #chuck mcgill #jimmy mcgill #better call saul #bcs

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jortschronicles · 6 months

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Of Belt Favors and Letters

The Queen's Champion tournament of Nicolette Deuville II is this coming weekend (November 11, 2023) and for it, I have created two gifts for my inspirations. First, a belt favor for my wife. Second, a letter of intent for my queen.

This isn't my first time making a belt favor, but it's my first time making a sizeable belt favor for my wife. I made it for the Queen's Champion tournament of Nicolette Deuville II, in hopes that it brings my wife luck and glory. <3

It is embroidered on a leftover piece from my first dress I ever made for reenactment and the first dress I ever wore to an SCA event. The text is based on the Setre comb inscription dating to about 600 AD. The text on the comb appears to read

hal maR mauna alunaalunana

Ever since I came across it, I've been entranced by Ottar Grønvik's translation of this inscription:

Stone-maiden may thrive achieve everything, enjoy everything

As my wife's SCA name is Halldóra, I've always wanted to interpret this poem into a gift for her. I used a single strand of cotton-wool blend yarn rather than using embroidery floss to call back to the embroidery texture of the Bayeux tapestry. As I did not have any large blocks of space to fill with the Bayeux couched satin stitch, I did this project in split stitch and a single couched line for the center line of the A section of the inscription

For my letter of intent, I wanted to do something that felt more appropriate to the persona of Áshildr Inn Hárfagri, so I decided to try my hand at carving leather. First, to draft and translate my letter itself.

While my letters of intent are usually rather wordy, since I would be trying a new craft for the first time I wanted to keep it short and sweet. I decided upon "My queen, my sword is yours" and began researching an appropriate sign off.

I came across the Einangsteinan inscript on the Einang stone, which is typically interpreted to read "ek (gu)dagastiR runo faihido" or "I Gudgæst wrote these runes." Substituting my own name for Gudgæst's, I now had a signoff of "ek ashildR runo faihido."

I wish past me did a better job of copying notes down somewhere present me would find them with regards to spelling my own name in runes as I've done this before for the Letter of Intent for the QC tournament of Toryn Sevenstitches II.

Make note that the "d" in Áshildr is spelled with a teiwaz rather than a dagaz. I thought that was interesting and not a choice I would have made casually, so I re-researched this difference. The Vatn Runestone, pictured below, appears to read rhoaltR ...something. rhoaltR is commonly interpreted in this case to be Roald, from Hróaldr. With the inverted algiz used as the R following the hard consonant at the end of the name, I consider this sufficient evidence of how to appropriately write a -dR name in runic inscription.

Then came the translation.

My Queen > dróttning mín (first person singular feminine possessive) > drotning min

My sword is yours > sverðsins (singular def. gen declension of sverð) mín er þín (second person gen. posessive) > swerþsins min er þin

I Áshildr carved these runes > ek Áshildr runo faihido > ek ashiltR runo faihido

As my queen's arms include a wolf in chief, I also carved a wolf into the leather. I used a pencil to sketch the runes and wolf onto the leather, then carved with an Xacto knife and a scalpel. I have found I prefer the straighter lines I accomplished with the xacto knife and found the ergonomics superior, but the scalpel produced clearer, easier to read marks against the undyed leather.

While this was meant to reflect the runic inscriptions in stone, this is obviously not stone. I chose to do this in leather rather than on paper or canvas because the three dimensional nature of carving, how runestones such as the Jelling, Einang, and Vatn stones were carved, is better represented in a thick material such as leather rather than painted on to canvas or drawn on paper. Carving these runes and this design gave me a greater appreciation for the straight lines of the Futhark runes and for the artistry, skill, and patience of those long-dead runewrights. Gudgæst, Roald, though long gone from this world, live forever in the carvings they left behind.

"Deyr fę, deyia frǫndr, deyr sialfr it sama; ec veit einn at aldri deýr: domr vm dꜹþan hvern."

#arts & sciences #a&s #sca #society for creative anachronism #leatherwork #leather carving #embroidery #runes #futhark #futhark runes

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