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kanerallels · 3 years

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Donicus Crossover ATLA (PLEASE ADD TOPH PLZ PLZ PLZ) Thank you!!!

It would be my honor-- here goes nothing lol!!!

Pairing: Marcus Lanum/Idony St. Claire

Word count: ??? I'm on mobile rn, I'll update this later. Somewhere in the 1000s

Tags/Warning: G rating (for glaring, at Marcus, from Noah). One minor injury and a little blood

Getting lost in Republic City was no joke. The place was absolutely huge, with a lot of streets and different buildings. It was also decidedly unhelpful when some people in your group (Berlyne, Apen and Noah) wanted to go watch pro-bending, while others (Marcus, Enel and Idony) wanted to find the library. (Chara and Joe were undecided.)

“I could have sworn we should have turned left back there,” Marcus muttered, studying the map he was holding. The whole group had paused on a street corner, and he and Apen were studying the map, trying to figure out where they were. Berlyne and Noah were nearby, mostly making unhelpful comments as Enel and Chara ignored the whole proceedings while excitedly pointing out parts of the city to each other.

As for Idony, she had her arm tucked around Marcus’s, her head tilted up towards the sunlight as she listened to the city. Marcus paused a moment to look away from the map at her, seeing the way the sun glinted off her golden curls and a soft smile turned up the corners of her mouth.

Then he saw Noah shoot him a glare, and hastily redirected his attention to the map, just as Apen shook his head. “No, we were supposed to go straight-- if that’s even where we are. I think we’re on this street.” He jabbed a finger at a different spot on the map.

“Impossible,” Marcus protested. “We passed the candy store on Main Street-- that was where we got off track in the first place because Enel was trying to drag us in there.”

“Yeah, and we went east instead of north.”

“No, we--”

Berlyne let out an exasperated sigh. “You guys have been arguing about this for the past ten minutes. Why don’t we just ask for directions again?”

“We don’t need them!” Marcus said, lifting the map. “I can figure out where we’re going. Now, where did we turn past the police station again?”

“I’m with Berlyne,” Irony said to Marcus’s dismay. “We should just ask how to get there. Enel!”

The copper-haired boy turned from the fire hydrant he and Chara were admiring. “Yeah?”

“Would you and Chara find someone who can give us directions, please?”

“On it!” Enel promptly darted out into the street with Chara on his heels. He’d barely made it two steps when Marcus heard someone shout, “STOP!!”

Chara froze, and Enel, who did not stop, slammed straight into the source, a tan-skinned young man around Marcus’s age. He had a ponytail, although his hair was shaved at the sides, and wore a blue tunic and pants and blue fingerless gloves. At his side he wore a long sword that Marcus recognized from his reading as a jian, and on his back was a strangely triangular-shaped sheath of some kind.

He squinted at Enel. “Oh. Good news, guys, he’s not actually on fire. That’s just his hair.”

“Which is exactly what we told you,” pointed out one of his other two companions. They were both girls around his own age-- one in green robes and armor, her face painted completely white, with red above the eyes and along her lips. The other girl was younger and a little shorter, clad in what looked to be a green jumpsuit of some kind, with a pale yellow overtunic. She was shoeless for some reason, and her bangs hung loose over her eyes, which-- Marcus did a double take-- were filmed over in a similar manner to Idony. Was this girl blind, too?

Shrugging, Berlyne said, “Well, it’s an understandable mistake when it comes to Enel.”

Enel shot her a wounded look as Apen blurted out, “Wait-- are you a Kyoshi warrior?” He was staring at the girl in white makeup, who looked surprised.

“I am,” she said.

“I’ve read about those,” Marcus said, his eyes widening. “Named for the mythical Avatar Kyoshi, who supposedly founded them. You’re made up entirely of women and wield weaponized fans.”

“I heard stories about you growing up,” Apen said, his eyes going glassy as he clearly slipped back to the past. “My si-- uh, people I knew hero worshipped you guys.”

“We’re honored, in that case,” the girl said with a smile. “I’m Suki. This is Sokka of the Water Tribe, and Toph Beifong.”

“Beifong? As in Lao Beifong, the business man?” Apen asked.

Folding her arms, Toph said, “No, as in Toph Beifong, greatest earthbender in the world. Get that in your head, short stuff.”

“Hey!” Apen looked offended as Toph whipped out an arm, pointing directly at Marcus.

“As for you, yes, I’m blind. Stop staring or I’ll throw you in the ocean. I have pretty great range as an earthbender, you know.”

“I wasn’t staring,” Marcus protested, and Sokka chuckled.

“First mistake-- Toph can sense when you’re lying.” Leaning over to Apen, he said, “She really is the best earthbender ever. Don’t tell her I said it, though, it would only go to her head.”

“I can hear you, bozo,” Toph said flatly.

“Oops.”

Swatting Marcus’s shoulder, Idony said, “Marcus! That’s rude! But-- you’re blind, too?”

“‘Too?’” Toph echoed.

“Oh, yeah-- Idony’s blind,” Enel said helpfully. “She’s with Marcus.” He punctuated the “with Marcus” by wiggling his eyebrows aggressively.

Choosing to ignore him, Marcus said, “I didn’t mean to be rude, I was just surprised--”

“Don’t care,” Toph said, waving a hand dismissively, and Noah snorted.

“I might actually be starting to like this earthbender. Here’s a question-- can you actually launch someone into the harbor, and do I have to choose between Enel and Marcus?”

“Noah!” Idony said, irritation flashing across her face. “You’re not launching them anywhere.”

Noah grumbled something under his breath, and Berlyne snickered.

“Better luck next time. You’ll just have to do it yourself.”

“You two are my kind of people,” Toph said with a grin. “Okay-- wanna see something cool?”

“Sure,” Berlyne said, looking intrigued.

Taking a wide, firm stance, Toph took a long deep breath. Then, lifting one of her feet up, she slammed it back down into the pavement at the same time as she jerked her hands upwards. A spire of rock shot up out of the ground at Sokka’s feet, catapulting him into the air. He let out a yelp of horror. “TOPH! NOT AGAIN!!!”

Gasps of shock flew around the ground, but Suki and Toph seemed unbothered. With another earthbending move, Toph brought another spire of rock out of the ground, catching Sokka a few feet from the ground. He let out a grunt. “Ow…”

“You’re fine,” Toph said, waving a hand dismissively. “Nothing’s even broken.”

“True. Maybe warn me next time you shoot me into the air, though?” Sokka suggested, sliding off of the rock formation and onto the ground. “And also please put our city’s streets back the way they were.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Toph grumbled, bringing the rock towers back into the ground. They disappeared seamlessly, and she shrugged. “Well, it wasn’t the Earth Rumble, but still fun.”

“Wait-- did you compete in the Earth Rumble?” Berlyne demanded, and Toph smirked.

“Please, I owned the Earth Rumble. All those pansies went crying home once I was done.”

“Technically also true,” Sokka agreed. “I was there.”

“Tell me everything,” Berlyne demanded, and Marcus released a long suffering sigh.

Looking at Suki, he said, “I don’t suppose you’d be willing to give us directions? We’re trying to get to the library.”

“Pro-bending,” Apen corrected.

Grinning, Suki said, “I’ll see what I can do.”

The three of them moved to the side as Sokka began to give a play-by-play of the Earth Rumble, with Toph occasionally re-enacting moves. Finally, they were fairly certain they had a route mapped out.

“Okay,” Marcus was saying, “so we turn right here--”

He was cut off halfway through as Toph’s latest earth bending move sent rocks flying in their direction. One cracked into Marcus’s temple, and he crashed to the ground with a yelp of pain.

He heard a shout of concern that was probably Enel’s, a snort of amusement that was definitely Noah, and then Idony called his name.

“Marcus!”

She was by his side seconds later, kneeling next to him. “Are you okay?” she asked, a gentle hand touching the side of his face.

His eyes lingering on her face, Marcus felt his heart rate pick up slightly. “I’m, uh, better now,” he managed. “Much better.”

A smile crossed Idony’s face. “You must have been hit hard to be flirting in front of my brother.” Leaning down, she planted a kiss on his forehead, and if Marcus hadn’t been seeing stars before, he was now. “That always makes it better,” she told him.

“Definitely,” Marcus agreed.

He heard a strangled noise from above them, and glanced up to see Apen pointedly looking away from him. “Uh, you okay?” he asked, a slight grin crossing his face.

“You’re way too entertained by this, aren’t you?” Marcus said with exasperation.

“Maybe a little.”

As Apen and Idony helped Marcus to his feet, Sokka came hurrying over. “Ooh, that looks like a nasty cut,” he said, and Marcus lifted a hand to his temple, feeling blood. “Tell ya what, we’ll have my sister Katara look at it. She’s an expert healer with her water bending-- DEFINITELY don’t tell her I said that.”

“Wait,” Apen said, his eyes growing even wider. “Your sister is KATARA???”

"The famous healer?" Marcus said, impressed.

Letting out a groan, Toph said, "If they start swooning over someone every five minutes, it's gonna be a long day."

"And they don't even know that Katara's boyfriend is the Avatar," Sokka observed.

"He's WHAT???" Apen gaped at them.

"Yup. Swooning," Toph said with a sigh. Shooting Marcus and Idony-- who was still standing very close to him-- a look, she added, "And that's not even the only kind of swooning around her."

Noah looked like he wanted to gag, and Marcus almost protested. But then Idony slipped her hand into his, and. Well. Toph wasn't exactly far off. And he definitely didn't mind.

#marcus lanum #idony st. claire #donicus #the silver eye fan fic #the silver eye webcomic #tse #the silver eye #111 followers celebration #it was dope. the end

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effiethebookworm · 3 years

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TSE Appreciation Week Day Six

Hi. It is Day Six. No exclamation marks today, for the week is over and it is a sad occasion. I hope you like it. Also, I noticed that I accidently titled yesterday’s post “Day Four” when it’s supposed to be “Day Five.” Oops.

Enjoy.

Laura Hollingsworth sat down at her computer, fingertips poised over the keyboard. She heard a whine from under her chair, and looked down to see a fluffy dog staring back at her.

“No distractions, Gwladys. Now that the Hiatus Secundus is finally over, I'm writing the script for Chapter 21.”

Gwladys whined again, and Laura gave her a treat.

“Now go sleep or kill a lizard or something. I'm busy.” She gave the dog a little scratch behind the ears, and firmly patted her on the rump.

“Shoo.”

Gwladys left the room. Laura turned back to her keyboard. She yawned, and looked at the clock.

“My, it's a late to be writing, but I want this finished today. I guess I'll just sleep in a bit tomorrow.” she said to no one in particular. She took a drink of water, and began to write.

CHAPTER 21

CLIMB

APEN: *Looks up at Ayran, shocked * Ayran Greenway? Fabled Nedarian architect and designer of Greenway?

AYRAN: *Carswell Thorne grin * The very one.

BERLYNE: *is not impressed * What are you doing here, Mister Greenway, and where is “here” anyway?

AYRAN: We are in an old city that I made centuries ago. It's quite embarrassing, really. Looking at the stuff I made ages ago.. *cringes * Ugh.

JOE, CHARA, AND MARCUS: *run into the room *

JOE: *sees Berlyne and Apen on the floor and rushes over to check on them*

CHARA: Berlyne! Apen! Where have you been all night? We were so worried about you.

MELLY: *runs over and licks Apen's face *

APEN: Melly! You're all right! Thank heaven.

BERLYNE: We went wandering and got lost. Then, *glares at Ayran * this man attacked Apen, so I stabbed him. *is pleased *

CHARA: *is disturbed * BERLYNE, what have I told you about stabbing people?

BERLYNE: *is unremorseful *

JOE: *walks up to Ayran * I don't appreciate you attackin' my so- er- daughter's boyfr- er-- the person to which I am a father figure.

AYRAN: Oh, yeah, buddy? What'cha gon' do 'bout that?

JOE: Nothing, because I am a pacifist. But I will glare at you. *glares at Ayran *

MARCUS: Oh no! Not the glare!

APEN AND CHARA: The glare!!!

BERLYNE: What. The what. Is going on.

AYRAN AND JOE: *have a staring contest *

*music begins to play. Cut to Marcus playing the Jaws theme on the violin he was playing last chapter *

AYRAN: *blinks * No!!! I have been vanquished!

JOE: Heck yeah ya have! *begins to dance the Cotton Eyed Joe *

MARCUS: *begins to play the Cotton Eyed Joe *

BERLYNE: Daddy? Um- are you alright? CHARA: It's his victory dance, Berlyne. You've lived with him for nineteen years, you know this.

MARCUS: Yeah, Berlyne, even I know that! * continues to play Cotton Eyed Joe, but joins in the dancing.

AYRAN: *is sulking in corner *

BERLYNE: Marcus. You can't play the violin and talk, much less dance. This is impossible, what is going on?

MARCUS: *kindly, like speaking to a very stupid small child* *still playing and dancing* Berlyne, Berlyne, Berlyne. You lowly little mortal. You have hardly seen my powers at work.

BERLYNE: W- Excuse me? MARCUS: You all thought that I was Marcus, a little hipster librarian. No. That form is past me now. I will now show you who I really am.

*a bright light flashes, and a shirtless faun with a red scarf stands in Marcus' place *

MARCUS: That's right. I am Mr. Tumnus!

BERLYNE: I am so confused. *turns to Apen* Apen, what is going on?

APEN: *is with Chara, over next to Mr. Tumnus. He is making :baby_apen: face.*

APEN AND CHARA: *in unison * MR TUMNUS?!?! MARCUS: Yes, my children. I am.

BERLYNE: *:shooketh * I AM SO DARN CONFUSED.

IDONY: *enters * What's going on?

MARCUS: Ah, my love. I have shown my true form. Maybe it is time for yours.

BERLYNE: what

IDONY: *sailor moon transformation sequence * *becomes casserole lady from Velv's trial * Yes, and I am Casserole Lady!

AYRAN: *horrified * NO! NOT CASSEROLE LADY! *falls over *

BERLYNE *checks pulse * Okay, he's dead. Guys, this is really weird.

EVERYONE – BERLYNE: No it's not!

BERLYNE: AH! I got it! This is a dream, right?

EVERYONE- BERLYNE: NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

*the scene goes black *

END.

“Ah!” Laura awoke with a start. She squinted at her surroundings. She was in front of her computer.

“Wow, that was a crazy dream. I must have fallen asleep while writing.” She moved the computer mouse a bit, waking up the screen.

CHAPTER 21

CLIMB

APEN: *Looks up at Ayran, shocked * Ayran Greenway? Fabled Nedarian architect and designer of Greenway?

AYRAN: *Carswell Thorne grin * The very one.

BERLYNE: *is not impressed * What are you doing here, Mister Greenway, and where is “here” anyway?

AYRAN: We are in an old cit

“Huh, I fell asleep mid-sentence. I must have been exhausted.” She turned off her computer and went to bed.

THE END

#tseappreciationweek #tseweek2021 #apen shephard #berlyne alvarado #chara alvarado #joe alvarado #marcus lanum #idony st claire #mr tumnus #narnia #casserole lady #the silver eye #nerdarians

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silverpaintedstars · 3 years

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💖 + The Silver Eye?

Ok, this is hard. Honestly, all of them but Ethelinda. Top three tho, probably Ayran, cause I love the dude. Extravagent, extra, sass, capes, whet more fo you need? Berlyne, cause she's heckin' awesome, I love her outfits, personality, and all about her, and either Apen or Marcus for Reasons. Apen, he’s a sweet cinnamon roll boi, and Marcus needs more love. But I love them all in their own way.

#ask game #ask #tse #the silver eye webcomic #ayran greenway #berlyne alverado #apen shephard #marcus lanum

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toomanystoryideas · 4 years

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This is my fanfic for Day 2 of TSE Appreciation Week 2020, run by @tseappreciationweek !

Summary: Enel finds a joke book at the library. Marcus develops a violent vendetta against whoever taught this child how to read.

Comments and kudos are much appreciated!!

#tseweek2020 #tse appreciation week #tse appreciation week 2020 #the silver eye fanfiction #enel lanum #marcus lanum #idony st. claire #donicus #donicus fanfiction #my writing #my fanfiction #the silver eye

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aceofstars16 · 5 years

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My TSE Secret Santa gift! The prompt was “Noah putting snow down Marcus's back” which is the funniest prompt it was too fun to draw! xD

Art c) @aceofstars16/ @aces-creative-corner

#tse secret santa 2018 #nerdarians #tse #the silver eye #tse secret santa #noah st claire #marcus lanum #noah st. claire #aceo draws things

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bunniesbearsbumblebees · 6 years

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Darkus has traveled in time to raise his younger self in his dark ways.

#tseweek2018 #marcus lanum #Inktober #inktober2018 #i couldn't help myself #fanart

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incorrectthesilvereyequotes-blog · 6 years

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I made a thing

#meme #alignment chart #enel lanum #velvare bamidele #marcus lanum #avidan leto #apen shephard #noah st. claire #the silver eye

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throwaninkpot · 6 years

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82 for the writing prompts?

Thanks! I went ahead and wrote a TSE fic, because this scenario is what popped into my mind the moment I read the prompt.

82. “Looks likewe’ll be stuck here for a while.” g

Noah and Marcus were fighting. Again.They never got along, but occasionally, the intense dislike wouldboil over and become a full-fledged dispute. Marcus would saysomething wrong, Noah would glare darkly and make medically-graphicthreats, and on and on it went. They were like children, really,except children would have been easier to deal with.

Backhome at the orphanage, Idony had dealt with enough kids who insistedon disliking each other. The best way to deal with that was simplysitting the two troublemakers down at one table, and saying that theyweren’t allowed to get up until they learned to get along.

Someof the more stubborn kids might sit there all night, but it alwaysworked in the end.

Unfortunately,she couldn’t really do the same here. Her brother and Marcus, beinggrown adults and infinitely more bratty than any pair of children,would never listen and just sit down.

No,she has to take things a little further for them.

** *

“Whatdo you need again?”

“I’vetold you a thousand times, my scarf. It can’t find it.” Idony made a frustrated noise, tugging at her brother’s arm.

“It’s somewhere in my bunkroom—”

“Cabin,” Noah corrected.

“Whatever! C’mon, I need you to look for it.”

Noahlet her lead him through the common area below deck, and into thesmall room she shared with the Alvarado girls. They probably wouldhave been her first choice for help, if they hadn’t been out withApen and Joe on their current supply stop.

Shepushed at him, and Noah obliged by stepping into the room. He blinkedfor a moment, his eyes adjusting to the much dimmer lighting in thesmall space. Squinting, he moved towards the berths. And then caught sight of Marcus,already crouching there.

Thetwo stared at each other, confused for a long moment. Noah growled.“What are you—oh, no.”

He turned, just in time to see the heavy door close, and to hear it lock with aneat clink.

** *

Extrememeasures, but it had to be done. Idony pocketed the key with triumph,and the feeling wasn’t even soured with when the two men she hadjust tricked and trapped began pounding on the door.

“Letme out!” Noah demanded. There was a heavy thud, probably as hethrew his weight against the wood.

“Youtwo have to learn to get along,” she called through the wood. Theirpounding paused for a moment. “Really, the way you act isridiculous. We’re all stuck on this boat together for who knows howmuch longer, and you make everyone else have to put up with yourgrumpiness, and it’s awful. You can stay in there until you sortout your differences, or come to a compromise, or—or whatever!”

“But—but—“Marcus sputtered.

Noahgroaned. “Idony…you can’t do this.”

“Oh,yes I can! You don’t get to tell me what to do, Mister.”

Therewas a thump, that sounded less like a fist and more like someonedropping their forehead against the door in frustration. Shuffling.Sighs. Murmuring, perhaps?

ThenMarcus spoke again. “Enel!” he yelled. “Enel, are you outthere?”

Hewas, but Idony was confident he would be on her side.

“I—I’myour adoptive father, right,” Marcus continued. “So you have toopen the door for me. Don’t let me stay trapped in here with—withthis man.”

Idonycould hear Enel shifting nervously from where he sat across the room.“Well…I would, but, I don’t want to go against Miss Idony, andshe started giving me the stink eye just now, so…no.”

Justas Idony suspected. She beamed proudly at him.

“Youlet me out of here right now, Enel,” Noah roared, and the boysqueaked, “or else I’ll surgically switch your arms and legs!”

“Eww.”Idony reached out for where she thought Enel was, and her hand landedon fluffy curls. She patted them. “Don’t worry, I don’t thinkhe even knows how to do that.”

“MaybeI do!”

Idonylifted her umbrella, and used it to give the door a good rap. “That’senough! Enel and I are going to sit nicely on his bunk, and youtwo are staying in there until you start behaving. Both of you! Idon’t want to hear another peep until you do.”

Sheheld out her arm, and once she felt Enel loop his through hers, shelead them away, letting her footsteps sound heavy and determined.

** *

Insidethe room, Noah tried frantically to get out. He threw his weightagainst the door once more, but the wood still held fast. The hingeswere outside of the room. And if there was a second key to the lock,it wasn’t in here; he had riffled through Idony’s things, pokedat the neat piles of Chara’s belongings, and searched hopelesslythrough the mountain of craft supplies that had consumed Berlyne’s living space.

Heretreated, grimly, to Idony’s berth. Far away from whereMarcus had slid down to slump against the door. He peered at Noahthrough the hands he used to cover his face.

“Theother’s will be back with the supplies. They’ll let us out,” hetried.

Someof them would. Chara would likely be on board with Idony’s plan,and Berlyne would get too much of a kick out of this situation tohelp. Joe and Apen, however, would want to unlock the door. Noahhoped it would be Joe. If Apen opened the door, the irony of thissituation would reek. He couldn’t decided if it would beworse for the boy smirk as he opened the door and let Noah out of thevery room had trapped him in not too long ago, or if he actedgracious about it. The goody-two-shoes.

Noahgrunted in response.

Theysat in the dim light, the boat creaking around them.

“Lookslike we’ll stuck here for awhile, huh?”

“Don’ttalk to me.”

#nerdarians #lillymartian #the silver eye #noah st. claire #marcus lanum #idony st. claire #you have your answer little thief #fic #my writing #inky makes things #I mean this wouldn't happen in canon #bc there's the bigger threat of axe man and idony wouldn't put them at a disadvantage like this #but psssh #let me enjoy this

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nerdarians · 7 years

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the silver eye + text posts: 2/?

#vels & avidan is my favorite (followed closely by marcus. sorry bud)#the silver eye #thesilvereye #nerdarians #apen shephard #chara alvarado #noah st. claire #enel lanum #velvare bamidele #avidan leto #marcus lanum #melete dolan #berlyne alvarado #joe alvarado #aetius nimrod #memes #text post meme

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sailforvalinor · 11 months

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For the character bingo: Mac Campbell, Marcus Lanum, and Zelda, please?

Mac my beloved:

Mac is the platonic ideal of what a man should be, and in my opinion even gives Gilbert Blythe a run for his money. He’s a doctor. He’s a poet. He’s unconventionally handsome. He’s ridiculously intelligent. He’s got unwavering morals. He’s awkward, but it’s kind of cute. He’s honest to a fault. He has excellent taste in literature. He is constantly working to make himself a better person, and helps do the same for others. What more could a girl want???

The “got done dirty” is in reference to how unknown he is—yes yes, Laurie is wonderful and all, but MAC!!!! !!!!!

Marcus:

I don’t have a ton to say about Marcus, other than I’m glad he’s alive, and I hope he stays that way. And he should propose to Idony already. And get rid of that mustache. And stop throwing rocks at children. 😂

And since I’ve already talked about BoTW Zelda on one of these before, I decided to talk about Skyward Sword Zelda:

SW Zelda is by far one of my favorite Zeldas—he relationship with her Link pulls at my heartstrings, and her arc, where she finds out she is Hylia incarnate, is both beautiful and heartbreaking. I also love her design in this game!

The “got done dirty by the fans” is in reference to a certain corner of Zelda fans who love to hate on Hylia, and by extension this Zelda, by somehow blaming her for Demise’s curse and the suffering caused by it, which is an argument that falls to shambles at even the most cursory of examinations. This attitude is more likely people projecting their hatred of a certain organized religion onto a fictional character, which is, first of all, yikes, and second of all, not a very healthy or mature way of handling your religious qualms.

#sorry to go off on a whole tangent there—thanks for the ask these were fun!!!

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wanderingwolpertinger · 2 years

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The Silver Eye character boards Day 6:

Marcus Lanum

Librarian, mustache lover, enemy of stairs

@accidental-spice

#tse character boards #the silver eye #tse #nerdarians #Marcus lanum #the silver eye webcomic #character inspo

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midenianscholar · 7 years

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Do I dare Disturb the universe? In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

(Favorite Character: Marcus Lanum. @tseappreciationweek)

#tseweek2017 #favorite character #day 1 #marcus Lanum

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effiethebookworm · 2 years

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@lady-merian

hEY THERE BUDDY

IF YOU’VE SEEN ME STALKING YOU GENTLY FOR THE PAST LITTLE WHILE

HERE’S WHY

MERRY CHRISTMAS, FELLOW NERDARIAN

This answers your prompt about Aperlyne gingerbread house!

Enjoy!!

TSE Secret Santa 2021

To Lady Merian

From Effie The Bookworm

Aperlyne Gingerbread

“C'mon, Apen! We have to get to the market before noon.” Apen stifled a eye roll.

“Don't we have all the things you need? Berlyne, these groceries weigh at least 40 pounds.” Berlyne turned around abruptly and put her hands on her hips.

“Boy, if you wanna cook Christmas breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the family, be my guest.”

No response. Berlyne raised an eyebrow.

“Well?”

“No.” Apen grumbled.

Berlyne turned back around and began jogging towards the market. “The cook leads the shopping.”

Apen sighed and followed her. If his childhood hadn't been filled with military training, it was unlikely that he would have been able to carry the bulky bags with his slight frame. They made their way towards the market, but Berlyne stopped at the public bulletin board and scanned the advertisements. She muttered to herself, “Coupons, coupons, coupons-” but she stopped abruptly at a certain ad.

“Apen.”

“What.”

“Look at this.” Berlyne grabbed Apen's arm, and jabbed her finger at a brightly colored poster. THE LIBRARY OF GALLITAN AND CRAFTY CHRIS' CRAVATS PRESENT: The Third Annual Gallitan Gingerbread House Contest!

December 24, 12:30 PM at the St Claire Orphanage on Green Street

PRIZES FOR 1st, 2nd AND 3rd PLACE!!

Do you like to bake and create? Well, then, this is the contest for you and a friend! Make your own gingerbread, cook up a great architectural masterpiece, and feel the sweet thrill of victory, all in teams of two!

Bring your own supplies.

No explosives, please.

“Apen, we need to do this! I'm good at making things, and you know about architecture. Please, Apen! We can split the prize.” Apen rubbed his temples.

“Okay.”

“PLEAAA- oh, you agreed. Great!” Berlyne grinned, and pumped her arm. “We're gonna win, boy!” Just then, the clock tower bonged. She jumped.

“It's noon. Only half an hour! And we need to bring our own gingerbread supplies!” she wailed. Berlyne checked her shopping list. “Ehhhhhhhh... we can go without mulled cider and green bean casserole this year.” She put a handful of coins into Apen's hand. “You get the decorations and I'll get the raw ingredients. Get sprinkles, sugar confetti, whatever you can find. We are GOING to win this competition.” She stuck out her hand, and Apen shook it. They ran off in separate directions, both with their competitive spirit blazing.

“Welcome to the Third Annual Gallitan Gingerbread House Contest!” a young blonde woman said joyfully. “My name is Idony St Claire and I will be one of your judges for this contest! These men are Marcus Lanum, head librarian at the Library of Gallitan, and Christoff Chrisjigetstefioa, owner of Crafty Chris' Cravats and sponsor of this event. Let's give them a hand!”

The two men standing next to her bowed, one slim and mustachioed and the other rotund and wearing a overly fluffy object around his neck, which Apen recognized as a cravat. The woman continued speaking. “You will make gingerbread from the ingredients that you brought, and construct a house, a school, a church, whatever you wish. There are three rules: no use of inedible substances, no cheating, and no explosives whatsoever, edible or inedible.” To the right of Apen and Berlyne, a pair of contestants sighed, and chucked an oddly shaped package out of the window. Berlyne and Apen met eyes, and Berlyne raised an eyebrow.

The man with the mustache began speaking. “There are six teams, and three ovens. You will share. Teams One and Two” he gestured to Apen and Berlyne and another group “will take this oven, Three and Four will use this one, and Five and Six this one. There are mixing bowls and stirring and measuring implements before you, for use in mixing the...” he searched for a word. “Raw gingerbread. Use the decorations that you brought to make your construction a masterpiece. You will have until the clock strikes two. I will be judging appearance, Miss St Claire will be judging taste, and Mr Chrisjigetstefioa will be judging completeness. Good luck. Begin.” Berlyne and Apen met eyes, and she nodded matter-of-factly.

“Okay, I'm in charge.”

Apen snorted indignantly. “Why are you in charge?”

“Because I know the most about baking, boy.”

“Fine, then I'm in charge of the construction because I know the most about buildings and architecture.”

“Fine. Just start mixing the wet ingredients, Apen.”

“Fine with me, Berlyne.” Apen began to mix the molasses, eggs, and butter while Berlyne measured out the various spices. The dough was made quickly, and Berlyne rolled it out. She turned to Apen and clapped her hands once.

“Alright, Mr Architect, how do you want this house to look?” Apen smirked.

“I have a few ideas.”

BRIIIINNNNNGGGG! The oven sounded. Berlyne grabbed an oven mitt and pulled the shaped blocks of gingerbread out of the oven.

“Here you go. They need to cool a bit, but start thinking about putting them together.”

Apen nodded. “Alright. You know how this should look, so you can help me put it together. Here's the east cupola,” he gestured to a few pieces “and here are the west gables.” He explained what every piece was, and how they would fit together. “The pieces may have expanded a tiny bit, but the amount of expansion is equal and it shouldn't cause a problem. Once we fit it together, the icing is our biggest priority. We're going to need-” Apen closed his eyes in thought. “Red, white, and black. Can you start work on that while it cools?”

Berlyne nodded.

“Splendid. This will be perfect.”

“Berlyne, will you hold these walls while I put on the gables and cupola?”

“On it.”

“Hey Apen?”

“Yes?”

“Grab the bowl of black frosting, will ya?”

“Here.”

“Thanks.”

“My pleasure.”

“NONONONO.” Berlyne squealed. Apen lunged forward and grabbed the top cupola from toppling.

“Oh gosh, thanks, Apen!”

“Do you think we need more paste?”

“Definitely.”

“I'll make some.”

“Thank you.”

DING DONG DING DOOOOONG. DONG DING DONG DING. BONG. BONGGGG.

“Hands off, contestants!” Berlyne stopped smoothing the frosting, and let the spoon fall to the table. She looked at Apen, and their eyes met. She stifled a giggle.

“What?”

“You have frosting in your hair.”

“It's not like you don't.”

They laughed together.

“Bring your buildings to the judges table.” Apen tensed.

“Berlyne, how will we... it's too big to carry.”

“Take that end of the table, boy. CAREFULLY.” They carefully carried the table to the judges. The first house, a small yet pretty cottage, was tasted and gazed at.

The female judge called, “Team Two?” As soon as they saw it, the other judges gasped.

“Holy bleeding cowboys.” The mustache man said. “The cupolas...”

“What is it, Marcus?” the woman whispered.

“A-a scale replica of the Capitol Building in Greenway. It's... perfect. 10 out of 10.”

“May I taste? Show me where.” the woman asked. Berlyne guided her hand to a corner on the roof. The woman gently broke off a bit, and put it delicately in her mouth.

“Oh my. Is that... vanilla icing on the gingerbread?” She smiled ecstatically. “Oh, and the gingerbread is exquisite. 10 out of 10. Well done. Please give me your gingerbread recipe!”

“Will do, ma'am!” Berlyne smiled and blushed. The round man inspected the model. “Wonderful. It is entirely complete, and almost completely smooth. 10 out of 10. Good job. Next?”

Apen and Berlyne smiled at each other as they walked back to their table.

“The judging is complete.”

Berlyne mouthed, “Cross your fingers.”

Apen crossed his fingers.

“In third place, Team One!” Apen exhaled.

“In second place, Team Five!” Berlyne inhaled.

“And in first place, the grand prize winner is...” Apen sent up a silent prayer. “Team Two!”

Berlyne jumped up and down, and the teammates high-fived.

“Come on up and receive your prizes!” Apen and Berlyne hurried up to the judges table. The rotund man handed them a small bag. “Congratulations, you have won 100 silver coins!” Berlyne blinked.

“Nice!” She took the bag from the man. “Thank you, sir!”

“You are very welcome, young lady! And remember to shop at Crafty Chris' Cravats, for all your neckwear needs!”

mERRY CHRISTMAS, M’BUDDY M’PAL!

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