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thegcldenguard · 2 years
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I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringin' Roman cavalry choirs are singin' Be my mirror, my sword and shield My missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain I know Saint Peter won't call my name Never an honest word But that was when I ruled the world
Birthday — December 25, 2001 Zodiac Sign — Capricorn Sun, Taurus Moon, Virgo Rising MBTI — ISTJ Enneagram — Type 1 Wing 2  Moral Alignment —  Lawful Neutral Primary Vice —  Pride Primary Virtue —  Diligence Element — Earth
Overview:
Mother —  Unknown 
Father —  Unknown
Mother’s Occupation — Unknown
Father’s Occupation —  Unknown
Family Finances —  Unknown
Birth Order —  Unknown
Brothers —  Unknown
Sisters — Unknown
Other Close Family — Emperor Belos, adoptive guardian 
Best Friend — None
Other Friends — None 
Enemies —  Everyone wanted to be him
Pets — Belos thought they were a waste of space and resources 
Home Life During Childhood — parents died when he was really little, lived with distant aunt and uncle till Belos adopted him — it was strict, but he got more attention and was able to focus his magic and he just loved the Boiling Isles 
Town or City Name(s) — Boiling Isles, before that… who knows?
What Did His or Her Bedroom Look Like — incredibly plain with little to no personal items 
Any Sports or Clubs — Coven training!! 
Favorite Toy or Game — none lmao 
Schooling — Homeschooled by Belos in both regular studies and magic
Favorite Subject — spellcasting
Popular or Loner — loner but he didn’t mind
Important Experiences or Events — getting adopted by Belos, when he noticed his magic wasn’t as powerful as it once was
Nationality — Boiling Islander
Culture — Boiling Islandish
Religion and beliefs — The Titan 
Physical Appearance
Face Claim —  Casil McArthur
Complexion — Pale
Hair Colour — Blonde
Eye Colour —  Hazel-grey 
Height — 6’1
Build — Slender
Tattoos — has a lot of runes all over his body, but he is rarely shirtless because he is self-conscious about a lot of the more intense ones that he did to himself for more power
Piercings — his ears
Common Hairstyle — I am sorry to invoke this image, but very Tom Felton in the first Harry Potter movie as Draco, but he can NEVER get it to stay slicked back so it pops up all the time and he kinda pretends it’s intentional 
Clothing Style —  Boiling Isles chic — aka a very stylish and elegant Goth ™ 
Mannerisms — incredibly formal, incredibly straight posture 
Usual Expression —  something like this >:| 
Health
Overall (do they get sick easily)? — since his accident, he’s been feeling under the weather :/ 
Physical Ailments — cardiac arrhythmia
Neurological Conditions — none
Allergies —  none
Grooming Habits — clean, very clean
Sleeping Habits — he used to go to bed at 10 pm and wake up at 6 am sharp, but he’s been having a hard time falling asleep 
Eating Habits — a very balanced diet
Exercise Habits —   keeps very fit with fighting and training 
Emotional Stability — levelheaded, but gets flustered easily especially around people 
Body Temperature — finally, this is useful! He is… colder than a normal person :) 
Sociability — Would prefer not to, thanks
Addictions — None
Drug Use — None
Alcohol Use — socially 
Your Character’s Character: 
Bad Habits — A bit obsessive, takes himself too seriously, completely devoted to Belos in a deeply unhealthy way lmao, rigid, inflexible 
Good Habits — Passionate, responsible, sensible, ambitious, goal-oriented, hard-working 
Best Characteristic — Dedicated
Worst Characteristic — uhhhh blind loyalty 
Worst Memory — well NOW it’s dying lmao 
Best Memory — Belos adopting him :) 
Proud of — BEING THE GOLDEN GUARD AND BRINGING GLORY TO THE BOILING ISLES 
Embarrassed by — where he came from — NO ONE KNOWS THIS 
Driving Style — he does not know how to drive
Strong Points — dedicated, hardworking,  intelligent 
Attitude — self-important, serious, self-assured
Weakness — he has no friends or loved ones :( 
Fears — that Belos will realize he is useless and get rid of him :( 
Phobias — see above
Secrets — his past before Belos adopted him, the fact that something seems wrong with him now 
Regrets — DYING
Feels Vulnerable When — talking about his USELESSNESS
Pet Peeves — when people don’t use coasters  
Conflicts — he doesn’t realize it but his devotion to Belos is incredibly unhealthy 
Motivation — make Belos proud of him 
Short Term Goals and Hopes —  find the Seal of Solomon 
Long Term Goals and Hopes — Rise in the ranks of the Emperor’s Coven
Sexuality —  Bisexual
Exercise Routine  —keeps a strict regimen
Day or Night Person —  Day
Introvert or Extrovert — introvert — not that he is shy, he just would prefer not to socialize, thanks (why is this so many of my characters)
Optimist or Pessimist — Realist
Greatest Want — rise in the ranks of the Emperor’s Coven and prove his worth to Belos
Greatest Need — be loved unconditionally :( 
Likes and Styles:
Music — The Boiling Isles national anthem, of course! Just kidding, he actually loves like heavier rock and pop punk but keeps it a secret from Belos
Books — Belos’s Autobiography // jk he likes big thick books like Moby Dick, and also Ruler’s Reach by popular Boiling Isles author King 
Foods — Pancakes :3
Drinks — some sort of magic tea 
Animals — birds! He has a fondness for cardinals, which he has never seen in person, but he’s seen pictures and he is excited to see them in person — NOT THAT HE WOULD TELL ANYONE THAT, GOSH 
Sports —  watches grudgby, does not participate
Social Issues —  Magick Rights, BOILING ISLES SUPREMACY (that is not a social issue)
Favorite Saying — whatever the Emperor’s Coven slogan is 
Color — Gold!
Clothing — He likes an elevated Goth witchy look
Jewelry — Usually has some sort of gold ring, bracelet, or necklace
Games —  solitaire :( I think he would really like board games but he has n o one to play them with 
Websites — I don’t think he has social media because Belos thought it was a waste of time… but he will now… 
TV Shows — does not watch a lot of TV, but I think he would love anime so someone get him on that 
Movies — see above
Where and How Does Your Character Live Now:
Home —  a dorm in Pride University 
Household furnishings — dorm furnishings :) little to no personal effects lmao 
Favorite Possession — His wand, which is a metal baton that expands into a polearm 
Most Cherished Possession — his signed copy of Ruler’s Reach
Married Before —  Nope!
Significant Other Before —  Nope!
Children —  Nope!
Relationship with Family —  Belos, most revered
Car —  None!
Career —  Student!
Dream Career — Head of the Emperor’s Coven
Dream Life — Serving Belos for his whole life and eventually rising as head of the Emperor’s Coven 
Love Life —  nonexistent 
Talents or Skills — Good at battle magic 
Intelligence Level — smart! And in the areas he is not good at, he works hard enough to make up for it 
Finances — has a stipend provided to him by Belos 
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lazylittledragon · 3 months
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can't believe we're all adults being forced into the club penguin level of censorship in 2024
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dirtytransmasc · 6 months
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the men and boys are innocent too.
we cry "the innocent women and children" to appeal to the masses, to try and force their sympathy, but the men and boys are innocent too.
I have seen sons crying out for their mothers, their fathers, their siblings. I have seen them break down at the loss of their families. I have seen them cling to their dead and grieve.
I have seen fathers cradle their dead children, seen them kiss their faces and hold their little hands. I have seen them faint with grief when asked to identify the dead. I have seen them carry their sons and daughters. I have seen them fasting to provide what little they can for their families.
I have seen men and boys digging through the rubble with just their bare hands, I have seen them comforting strangers, playing with children, rocking them, hushing them, even if the face of such imminent danger. I have seen them cry, seen them grieve, seen them break down into each other's arms, seen them be selfless, beyond selfless, becoming something I don't have a word for.
I have seen the men who are doctors refuse to leave their patients, even when they have no medicine or supplies to give them, even when they're threatened with bombings. I have seen fathers who have lost all their children pick orphans up into their arms and proclaim them their child so they are not alone. I have seen men and boys digging pets out of the rubble.
the men are innocent too. the men and boys are being hurt and killed too. the men and boys are grieving too. the men and boys are scared too. the men and boys are fighting to save their people too. the men and boys deserve to be fought for too.
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noelledeltarune · 7 months
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EVERY SINGLE DAY there are MILLIONS of characters in their late 20s who get falsely accused of being father figures to teenagers when in reality the description of "weird older cousin" or "step-sibling that moved out before you were born" is 1000000x more apt
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lastoneout · 8 months
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I just love it when video games let you do really stupid shit that kills you immediately. I love being like "oh this is a terrible idea" and being able to do it and then die. It's good game design.
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captainsaltypear · 3 months
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IS ANYONE ELSE GONNA TALK ABOUT THIS OR
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One thing I love about Tumblr that wasn't a thing on Reddit is that I can just write whatever the fuck text post I want. No titles. No putting text on images. No algorithms or karma. Just fuckin splatter your mind onto the screen and people will see it. Like god intended.
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theartofangirling · 9 months
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I heard someone call barbie disappointingly heterosexual and I've never disagreed with anything more strongly in my life
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starbuck · 5 months
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i say i like tragedies and everyone’s all like ‘why do you like sad stories? are you depressed?’ and never ‘how was the catharsis? was the catharsis fun?’
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eosofspades · 9 months
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i didn't have "i'm broken" teenage asexual angst i had "i'm literally being the only reasonable one about this concept and the rest of you are behaving like fucking freaks" perception issues
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whatkindofnameisella · 3 months
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can you believe that we have fanfiction. that we have websites dedicated to fanfiction. that there is a place that you can go and read tens, hundreds, thousands and thousands of pieces of writing that strangers have made. people who are not "writers". people who come home at the end of the day and have feelings and say, i am going to put that into words. i am going to share those words. short, long, sweet, sad, horny, funny, wonderful words. we are all just human and we all love to make and remake and share that with others. can you believe that.
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mrtequilasunset · 6 months
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Listen man, you guys can't be like "you guys need to be normal about asexuality" and then turn around and get weirdly judgemental when you find out someone doesn't have sex by choice. Like that's weird that some of you do that.
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the-gayest-sky-kid · 4 months
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god i love my friends. shout out to people who love their friends. this is a post for friend lovers
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hamletthedane · 3 months
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I was meeting a client at a famous museum’s lounge for lunch (fancy, I know) and had an hour to kill afterwards so I joined the first random docent tour I could find. The woman who took us around was a great-grandmother from the Bronx “back when that was nothing to brag about” and she was doing a talk on alternative mediums within art.
What I thought that meant: telling us about unique sculpture materials and paint mixtures.
What that actually meant: an 84yo woman gingerly holding a beautifully beaded and embroidered dress (apparently from Ukraine and at least 200 years old) and, with tears in her eyes, showing how each individual thread was spun by hand and weaved into place on a cottage floor loom, with bright blue silk embroidery thread and hand-blown beads intricately piercing the work of other labor for days upon days, as the labor of a dozen talented people came together to make something so beautiful for a village girl’s wedding day.
What it also meant: in 1948, a young girl lived in a cramped tenement-like third floor apartment in Manhattan, with a father who had just joined them after not having been allowed to escape through Poland with his pregnant wife nine years earlier. She sits in her father’s lap and watches with wide, quiet eyes as her mother’s deft hands fly across fabric with bright blue silk thread (echoing hands from over a century years earlier). Thread that her mother had salvaged from white embroidery scraps at the tailor’s shop where she worked and spent the last few days carefully dying in the kitchen sink and drying on the roof.
The dress is in the traditional Hungarian fashion and is folded across her mother’s lap: her mother doesn’t had a pattern, but she doesn’t need one to make her daughter’s dress for the fifth grade dance. The dress would end up differing significantly from the pure white, petticoated first communion dresses worn by her daughter’s majority-Catholic classmates, but the young girl would love it all the more for its uniqueness and bright blue thread.
And now, that same young girl (and maybe also the villager from 19th century Ukraine) stands in front of us, trying not to clutch the old fabric too hard as her voice shakes with the emotion of all the love and humanity that is poured into the labor of art. The village girl and the girl in the Bronx were very different people: different centuries, different religions, different ages, and different continents. But the love in the stitches and beads on their dresses was the same. And she tells us that when we look at the labor of art, we don’t just see the work to create that piece - we see the labor of our own creations and the creations of others for us, and the value in something so seemingly frivolous.
But, maybe more importantly, she says that we only admire this piece in a museum because it happened to survive the love of the wearer and those who owned it afterwards, but there have been quite literally billions of small, quiet works of art in billions of small, quiet homes all over the world, for millennia. That your grandmother’s quilt is used as a picnic blanket just as Van Gogh’s works hung in his poor friends’ hallways. That your father’s hand-painted model plane sets are displayed in your parents’ livingroom as Grecian vases are displayed in museums. That your older sister’s engineering drawings in a steady, fine-lined hand are akin to Da Vinci’s scribbles of flying machines.
I don’t think there’s any dramatic conclusions to be drawn from these thoughts - they’ve been echoed by thousands of other people across the centuries. However, if you ever feel bad for spending all of your time sewing, knitting, drawing, building lego sets, or whatever else - especially if you feel like you have to somehow monetize or show off your work online to justify your labor - please know that there’s an 84yo museum docent in the Bronx who would cry simply at the thought of you spending so much effort to quietly create something that’s beautiful to you.
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xbuster · 1 year
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Twitter LGBTs are so sanitized it’s embarrassing
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meanbossart · 3 months
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(proceeds to fix him)
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