i just learned that ‘maler’ means artist, so in pentiment, andreas’s name is “manly artist”
25 notes
·
View notes
Wait, wait, wait, this is how an unknown Hippocratic author thought a baby's gender developed in the womb:
The author of On Regimen (1.28–29.1, ed. Joly) begins by explaining that men and women alike both produce male and female seed. Thus a man will either emit male or female semen, and a woman will similarly provide either male or female reproductive matter to mingle with the father’s semen and produce a child.
If both the father and mother emit female seed, the infant will be a girl, and will grow up to be ‘most feminine and graceful' (thēlukōtata/euphuestata) (1.29.1, ed. Joly).
If the mother secretes female reproductive matter but the father contributes male semen, then the two types of seed will battle in the womb. If the mother’s female seed wins, the child will be a girl, but will grow up to be bolder (thrasutera) than in the first case but just as orderly or quiet (kosmia).
In the case where the father emits female sperm but the mother contributes male reproductive matter and the father’s female seed wins, the child will turn out to be a girl who is more audacious (tolmērotera) than the other two types of girls. The author notes that such women are called masculine (andreiai) (see further Penrose 2016: 38–43).
If the father emits male seed and the mother secretes male matter as well, the offspring will grow up to be male, and will be ‘brilliant with respect to the soul and strong-bodied’ (1.28.2, ed. Joly).
If the father emits male semen but the mother female seed, then a battle ensues in the womb. If the father’s male matter masters the female, the child will be male, but will be ‘less brilliant’ than the first case but still ‘manly’ (andreios) (1.28.3).
Conversely, if the mother emits male seed but the father emits female seed, and the mother’s male seed wins the battle, the child will be an androgynos: ‘If male seed is emitted from the woman, and female from the man, and the male seed wins the battle, the foetus grows in the same manner as the former, while [the latter] is lessened. These become androgynoi and are rightly called so.'
Exploring Gender Diversity in the Ancient World - Allison Surtees, Jennifer Dyer (p.33)
20 notes
·
View notes
📖OC Name Meaning📖
I was tagged by @moonluringfrost. Thnk you!
Disclaimer: I didn’t choose any of the names for their meaning. I just wanted names with diverse origin :)
Jan is a form of Ioannes which derived from the Hebrew name יוֹחָנָן (Yochanan) meaning "Yahweh is gracious"
Xiaoli is a Chinese name and Chinese is complicated. So my search shows that the name Xiaoli can mean “small and beautiful” or “morning jasmine” but the word xiaoli also means “effectiveness” “possitive effect” or “to serve” which is oddly fitting
Shi is Chinese again (can you guess the fandom I was in when I started working on this book?) this time I’m only picking one variation and it’s 实 meaning "real, honest" which fits the best
Saxe is an Old Norse name derived from sax "dagger, short sword"
Row Diminutive of Rowan or Rowena, Irish, Scottish, Welsh "rowan tree, little redhead; white spear, famous friend" [laughs in spoiler]
Anabia is a feminine Arabic name meaning “turn towards Allah”
Dru short from Andrew - English form of the Greek name Ἀνδρέας (Andreas), which was derived from ἀνδρεῖος (andreios) meaning "manly, masculine"
I’m tagging: @tyler-judas-writes, @wanderingcas, @words-after-midnight, @legiomiam, @writerrelapse and @did-i-do-this-write as well as anyone who wants to do this
4 notes
·
View notes
what does your muse’s name mean?
Andrea - #1). Italian form of Andreas (see Andrew). A notable bearer of this name was Andrea Verrocchio, a Renaissance sculptor who taught Leonardo da Vinci and Perugino.
#2). Feminine form of Andrew. As an English name, it has been used since the 17th century, though it was not common until the 20th century.
Andrew means English form of the Greek name Ἀνδρέας (Andreas), which was derived from ἀνδρεῖος (andreios) meaning "manly, masculine", a derivative of ἀνήρ (aner) meaning "man". In the New Testament the apostle Andrew, the first disciple to join Jesus, is the brother of SimonPeter. According to tradition, he later preached in the Black Sea region, with some legends saying he was crucified on an X-shaped cross. Andrew, being a Greek name, was probably only a nickname or a translation of his real Hebrew name, which is not known.
This name has been common (in various spellings) throughout the Christian world, and it became very popular in the Middle Ages. Saint Andrew is regarded as the patron of Scotland, Russia, Greece and Romania. The name has been borne by three kings of Hungary, American president Andrew Jackson (1767-1845), and, more recently, English composer Andrew Lloyd Webber (1948-).
what is your guiding principle?
Justice
Do you hear the people sing? You are guided by your sense of justice. You cannot allow atrocities to go unchecked. You are driven to make things as fair as possible, and you will fight anyone to make it so. But be careful, you need to not pick fights you can't win.
What Kind of I Love You Are You?
i love you, i've always loved you, i will always love you
it's commitment, it's devotion, it goes often without saying, but is felt nonetheless. it's accepting that you would travel to hell and back for them if they asked and knowing that they would do the same for you. it's an old ache, long after they've burrowed deep into your chest and settled there like a weight- grounding, an anchor point. even when you're apart, you can still feel the shape of them, it's like phantom pain. neither of you can help but succumb to the other's gravity, yet neither of you fear the collision. it means that you trust them, that they make you feel safe, that they feel like home.
What sort of protagonist are you?
along for the ride
now this isn't so much a protagonist as it is someone with a lack of boundaries. but hey. who am i to judge. you're here because you just are. things happen to you, you don't happen to things. there's no "fateful day", there's simply "ah, shit. here we go.". and to be fair--it truly can be so enriching, and a lot others around you might've missed out on some of these life-altering adventures you got to be a part of. but consider--you can't be a side character to your own life. whether you feel it or not, you do matter. so stop the car, or drive yourself for a little. it'll be worth it.
how are you ruined?
ruined by loneliness
you are so lonely. you are miserable in your solitude. you hate that you cannot bring yourself to reach out, to ask for help. you will be forgotten by all who never knew you. your biggest fear is that you will die alone, and you know this fear will be seen to fruition. you refuse to extend yourself beyond the box that others put you in. and it is a box that no one dare come near. you are lonely because you are afraid of yourself.
what is it you want from love?
a home
picture this: you turn over and realize they’re half-awake too. they pull you back under the blanket they stole during the night and wrap their arms around you. as you drift back to sleep you realize you couldn’t love a person more if you tried. they’re the safe space you go to when you’re anxious, the person where unabashed honesty doesn’t feel terrifying but something you’re grateful for. it took a long time and even though you never thought you’d be able to say this, you finally feel at home. at home in the same way you do when you look at the moon, and it’s all you’ve ever wanted from life.
which fairytale archetype are you?
the monstrous bride
“Just as the ultimate goal of Arthurian quest finally defines itself as the Holy Grail, the object that can never be assimilated into the real world, so the ultimate woman of romance is a fairy mistress, or fairy queen.” — Helen Cooper The monstrous bride is not necessarily monstrous, but she is, by definition, inhuman, which is part of her je ne sais quoi. Her happiness often depends on whether her groom knows her inhuman. If he does not, he is bound to find out before the story concludes, at which point he will either be repulsed by his wife's deceit and leave her, or attempt to make the relationship work, but fail, because he is operating under a misinterpretation of her nature. If he is aware of her inhuman identity, it will often be one of the factors leading to his attraction to her, and he will be rewarded with her love – but often at the cost of abandoning his previous life completely.
What Form of Gentle Affection Are You?
brushing loose hair behind your lover's ear
the gentle tenderness and care... deep yearning from the barest brush of skin... wanting to ask for more but being unsure... you spend a lot of time worrying about whether or not you will find love, and sometimes aren’t even sure if romance is something worth pursuing. you have spent so long being on your own, you simply struggle to picture yourself beside another person. perhaps you even secretly worry that you are too much for another person. it it important to not think of yourself as someone unlovable, as you are just as deserving of romance as any. however, it is also important to not place your value on relationships; you are a complete person on your own.
0 notes
Crowform: a Kiesha’ra fanfic
If you haven’t seen it, @raevenlywrites has an excellent Kiesha’ra fanfic out there called The Ties That Bind.
But one fic isn’t enough for my perfect Rei/Danica/Zane OT3, so I have finally begun writing the fic that I want to see in the world!
Crowform retells Hawksong and Snakecharm (with some alterations, especially throughout Snakecharm, to make the OT3 happen in text), from the POV of Andreios.
WARNING: MAJOR SNAKECHARM SPOILERS RIGHT FROM THE OUTSET
They say that the first avian was a woman named Alasdair, light and golden and raised by hawks, who gifted her people with similar forms.
It is a pretty myth, but the truth of the avians’ origins is as lost to time as the reasons for their generations-old war with the serpiente, their enemies. Our enemies.
We train, and fight, and kill. We mourn, and weep, and fight. No one knows how the fighting began. No one except perhaps my mother, and her Empress, and their court. They were around that long, that much I know; and they are steeped in enough power to glance as easily at the distant past as at a mirror, even if they were not there. But the shm’Ahnmik remain aloof from this conflict, except to offer the am’haj poison that gives the avians a fighting edge against the serpiente and perpetuates the war, except to send a bored young prince as an ambassador, with the offer of full protection in exchange for full subjugation.
But for all her centuries, my mother never learned to be careful where she sends a bored young prince, in case he doesn’t want to return. Or in case he’s in no position to fly home.
Read more on AO3
The alliance between the avians and my mother’s court is a fragile one, if it can even be called that; a falcon would never be welcome here. That is why I count it a blessing that I wear a crow’s form that I no longer remember how to shuck, because it is in the Hawk’s Keep that I am determined to make my life.
Even if it means losing it amidst the never-ending fighting.
My kind are long-lived, and time moves slowly on the white island, but I know that if I do not lose my life in the fighting, I will not be allowed to remain away from Ahnmik forever. So I must savour this time while it lasts, even if it is, at times, difficult to savour.
Days and weeks and years, and for almost every moment since I arrived here, I have been a liar. I wear the face of someone I once called friend, and it is more familiar to me than the one I was born with. My magic, already neglected, must surely have withered in the face of all the lies I have told, to everyone around me, every minute of every day. I lie every time I answer when they call me by name.
Days and weeks and years. I will never be able to be honest with the woman I love. I will never be able to tell her who I am.
Days and weeks and years.
How long until my mother’s Mercy comes for me?
ra’o’aona-la’Sebastian
Andreios
Captain of the Royal Flight
33 notes
·
View notes
The Ties That Bind 21 of ???
Dawn had begun to kiss the tree tops by the time we finally stumbled into the tent. Zane had walked with us, the tight circle of weary soldiers keeping a firm wall between us and the remaining… spectators? Celebrants? My head whirled with exhaustion and the dancing, the entire clearing seeming somehow disconnected from reality. Serpiente and avian soldiers—guards--went about making breakfasts or finally getting some sleep, and the avians that had wandered in from the Keep wandered back out to do whatever it was they did. Bakers, jewelers, farmers, scholars—all had seemed uniformly anonymous last night. All had been simply avian, simple those curious and brave enough to come dancer with serpents. It gave me some hope, but for later. For now, all I wanted was a bed.
Or a bedroll, in this case.
Someone had gathered something behind the scenes while Zane and I had danced, producing a mound of blankets that surely more than one pair of tired friends could need. Who was going cold tonight, I wondered, to make sure their impulsive queen had somewhere to sleep? I chided myself for not thinking of it, but much like my budding hope, exhausted swept every thought away that wasn’t directly related to laying down and sleeping.
Apparently Andreios was somehow not as tired as me.
“Lay down, Rei.”
The words gave way to a yawn, as I patted the bedroll that was clearly normally his. It had been laid out with neat, orderly precision—which had only underscored the cobbled-togetherness of what had been scrounged for me.
“It’s hardly--”
“Lay down.”
This time I spoke firmly, though admittedly not with as much authority as I would have if I were addressing a crowd.
“The longer you argue, the longer you keep me from a much needed rest. Come lay beside me and sleep. That’s all I ask.”
He extinguished the lamp, still necessary under the thick gloom that always clung to the trees in the early hours, and I heard him moving about with the automatic motions of long habit. It was easy to forget sometimes that all of the Royal Flight started out as common soldiers. Those as skilled as Rei moved up quickly, but he’d still done his time out in the fields. I wondered what memories sleeping out here stirred for him now.
On impulse, I went ahead and asked.
“What are you thinking?”
Rei sighed, the long, low, weary sound of someone finally laying their body down to rest.
“I’m trying not to,” he finally answered.
“I’m sorry,” I said, thought the soft laughter in my tone made me sound anything but. “I know I just said we should sleep, but you know I’ve never been one to drift off so easily.”
He hummed a non-answer, followed by more shifting. His voice was startling closer when he spoke again.
“I’m trying,” he said carefully, “not to think about how many nights we’ve spent together like this, or some configuration like it. I’m trying not to think about how you’ve been avoiding me since our kiss. And I’m trying,”
He rolled over again, the dark shadow of him propped up next to me disappearing just as I’d started to make it out in the dimness of the pre-dawn light.
“Not to think about whether you came out here for me tonight, or him.”
His words floored me, rushed up and struck me with as much force as the ground had earlier when I’d collapsed. I was reeling, and the sound of my own heart thundered in my ears so loudly I nearly didn’t hear my own reply.
“I… what?”
“I saw the way you laughed when you danced with him, Danica. That was more than simply putting on a good show to keep folks from worrying.”
“I was having a good time! The first good time I’ve had in… skies, who even knows? Is it a crime to laugh, Andreios?”
“No, I--”
He cut off with a frustrated sound. He tried again, with that careful, measured, avian calm that I knew so well. I suddenly understood why Zane asked me not to use it. Rei felt a million miles away as he said,
“I overstepped. I’m sorry, Shardae.”
I couldn’t breathe past the tightness in my throat. I didn’t know what Rei was talking about it, but I wanted to mend whatever this rift was before it split any wider.
Cautiously, ready to pull away if he rebuffed me, I reached my hand out.
With a start, I realized Rei’s chest was bare. My hand lay on the fever hot smoothness of his chest, no shirt or coat or blanket between.
I willed my hand to relax.
“Rei… please. Come back. Don’t relegate me to another duty. Not tonight.”
I felt his shoulders stiffen, then relax by deliberate degrees. He turned over to face me, but cupped his hand over mine to keep it in place. That one simple motion filled me with warmth from my head to my toes.
“You’re never a duty, Danica. Whatever else we are or aren’t, I am not your guard out of mere duty.”
My throat was thick and tight with emotion, my tongue wooden and clumsy in my mouth. What could I possibly say to that? There were no words a monarch could give to their guardsman that would ring with the same echo of devotion, no words a friend could give to their dearest companion to match the pure, desperate love he’d implied. There was no poetry in me to equal the surging of my heart, the fierce ache that sprung up inside me.
But there was another way my lips could speak.
Carefully, so carefully, I leaned forward. My nose brushed the edge of his jaw, hard and prickly from a day’s worth of stubble. I smiled at the thought of it, my immaculate guardsman coming undone from chasing his mad queen across the forests. I followed that line of stubble, trying to orient myself on his face. It was hardly than I’d anticipated, kissing. There were so many moving parts to line up, so many noses and chins and edges. It should have been simple, but I found I didn’t really mind exploring my way across Rei’s face until I found his lips.
He let me kiss him, and my heart soared even higher. This was what I’d wanted our first kiss to be. I chased him down onto the bedroll, pushing softly where my hand still pressed against his chest. I don’t if it was shock or exhaustion, or an attempt at apology for pushing things too quickly the first time. But the way Rei let me kiss him now was perfect, and I rewarded him for it by lingering, letting our breaths mingle as I hovered above him for just an instant, savoring.
“Dani—”
I pressed my lips to his again. Whatever it was he wanted to say, he could find a way to do it with his lips, or hands. I was done talking for tonight.
The Ties That Bind Tag list: @thehellinsideyourhead @therecouldbecolorsandlove @adventuresofacreesty @writing-with-melon @rainydaydarling @faithfire
Raev’s Gen Tag List (should I tag you guys in this? It IS a thing I wrote. I’m gonna say yes unless you guys are like “no of course not we’re sick of hearing about your stupid fic for a twenty year old book XD)
No one has complained yet so yall gonna keep getting tagged :P
List is currently: @lordkingsmith @writinglyra @drbibliophile @mperialscribe @adie-dee @lexiklecksi @theramwrites @writinginslowmotion @raenawrites @apollon-arium @anika-writes @faithfire @thehellinsideyourhead @adventuresofacreesty
32 notes
·
View notes
February 22, 2021:
Black Secondary, Imperial, Cherub.
Andreios of SamanthaLea's Clan Lorem!
1 note
·
View note
Chapter 2 of "An Angel's Hope" is up. If you guys are fans of Hawksong or are looking for something different in the Ineffable Husbands world, feel free to check it out :) I'd love some feedback!
1 note
·
View note
Hey Amelia Atwater-Rhodes thanks to you I am now crying in the back of my bio class while reading Snakecharm. It's not like Kel and Andreios were my favorite characters or anything
7 notes
·
View notes
🌾 and 🎲 for the asks if you're feeling up for it!
Thank you, friend!
🌾 reminds me of Rei, our resident little wild child. Rei was privately referring to herself as Rei from the age of about 7, and she was very attached to the name. Later we read a book that featured a character named Andreios, or Rei for short, and our Rei got SO mad that someone "stole" her name and made a character so different from her!
🎲 makes me think of Diego, because she's always up to take chances and try her luck. She also really wishes we could try out in-person DnD!
9 notes
·
View notes
whoops it’s wips
quill @mrs-theirin is really makin' me do this to y'all again. this time i'm only doing fanfic wips, otherwise this list would be twice as long
Rules: Post the file names of all of the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous the name. Then tag as many people as you have WIPs. Send me an ask with the title(s) that intrigue you the most and I will tell you something about it!
A Company of Heroes
Arrows Along the Spine
Dreams Lay Thick
In Silvered Light
Ishala conversations
lazarus x dorian
roan x cass
talan x blackwall
UNTITLED - quora, bashaar
The Revolt Inside Me
The Time Has Come
find me still searching
to ash and bones
what secret lies
too long i have traveled
once we sat in our kingdom
through shapeless worlds and airless skies
not afraid of the night
only silence follows
wrath and thunder
whisper here where shadow dwells
the dragon’s crooked spine
only there does glory dwell
bitter is sorrow
ever an impatient heart
hawksong - andreios and ailbe
mad max - angharad
mrs. todd’s shortcut
nona
such great heights
supernatural palm springs AU
uhh tagging @midnightprelude, @dumbassentity, @gaysolavellan, @thegingerjedi, @cciarants
4 notes
·
View notes
Kiesha’ra Aesthetics| Andreios Silvermead
23 notes
·
View notes
Casually naming almost all of the Royal Guard in the d&d campaign after Hawksong characters...
2 notes
·
View notes
An Angel's Hope
by Beckers522
The Avians and the Serpiente, two kingdoms of shape-shifters, have been at war for thousands of years until their leaders, the beautiful hawk Tuuli Thea, Danica Sharde, and the mysterious cobra Diente, Zane Cobriana, decide to stop the fighting once and for all with their union. Danica and Zane have hope that things will get better, but their peace is fragile. Aziraphale, member of the Royal Flight and personal guard to Danica has sworn to defend her at the cost of his life, but as he travels with her to the Serpiente palace, he runs into someone from his past, a serpent with fiery red hair and bright amber eyes that he thought he would never see again.
As time marches on, Aziraphale finds himself growing closer to the beautiful and intriguing serpent dancer, Crowley. His heart yearns to open up to the man, but Aziraphale is afraid. The war stole the lives of everyone he has ever cared about. What if he takes that risk and lets Crowley into his battered and broken heart? What if Zane and Danica's peace does not last? What if their two people were never meant to live as one?
What if he finally allows himself to love Crowley only to lose him forever?
Words: 3665, Chapters: 1/16, Language: English
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV), Kiesha'ra Series - Amelia Atwater-Rhodes
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Danica Shardae, Zane Cobriana, Andreios (Hawksong), Irene Cobriana
Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale & Crowley (Good Omens)
Additional Tags: Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Canonical Character Death, there is a war going on and people will die, Ineffable Husbands (Good Omens), Aziraphale is a soldier, Crowley is a dancer, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Eventual Romance, Eventual Happy Ending, Based on the book Hawksong
source http://archiveofourown.org/works/21542452
1 note
·
View note
An Angel's Hope
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/34aXNaV
by Beckers522
The Avians and the Serpiente, two kingdoms of shape-shifters, have been at war for thousands of years until their leaders, the beautiful hawk Tuuli Thea, Danica Sharde, and the mysterious cobra Diente, Zane Cobriana, decide to stop the fighting once and for all with their union. Danica and Zane have hope that things will get better, but their peace is fragile. Aziraphale, member of the Royal Flight and personal guard to Danica has sworn to defend her at the cost of his life, but as he travels with her to the Serpiente palace, he runs into someone from his past, a serpent with fiery red hair and bright amber eyes that he thought he would never see again.
As time marches on, Aziraphale finds himself growing closer to the beautiful and intriguing serpent dancer, Crowley. His heart yearns to open up to the man, but Aziraphale is afraid. The war stole the lives of everyone he has ever cared about. What if he takes that risk and lets Crowley into his battered and broken heart? What if Zane and Danica's peace does not last? What if their two people were never meant to live as one?
What if he finally allows himself to love Crowley only to lose him forever?
Words: 3665, Chapters: 1/16, Language: English
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV), Kiesha'ra Series - Amelia Atwater-Rhodes
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Danica Shardae, Zane Cobriana, Andreios (Hawksong), Irene Cobriana
Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale & Crowley (Good Omens)
Additional Tags: Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Canonical Character Death, there is a war going on and people will die, Ineffable Husbands (Good Omens), Aziraphale is a soldier, Crowley is a dancer, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Eventual Romance, Eventual Happy Ending, Based on the book Hawksong
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/34aXNaV
1 note
·
View note
A new book means time for a new post, I think!
My Kiesha’ra fanfiction Crowform follows the narrative of Hawksong and Snakecharm by Amelia Atwater-Rhodes (with a few minor changes coming up in Snakecharm) from the point of view of the character known as Andreios.
Heads up - this fic has MAJOR spoilers for Snakecharm. Chapter 18 of the fic - which picks up where Snakecharm begins - is up now!
41 notes
·
View notes