#the northern place. cant remember the name

[sailorshadzter]

some tender davos & jonsa baby girl moments for you.

i cant remember where the inspo came for this but i found it half written in my files lol

When the first Northern princess is born, the whole realm celebrates. 

She follows after two princes, two older brothers who will look out for her all of their lives, brothers she will remain close to for her entire life. There is next to no one in all of Westeros who does not toast to her birth, the princess they’ve been waiting for, even if they hadn’t realized it.

There’s no one more excited for this birth than Ser Davos, the Hand to the King.

It’s been many years now since he allowed himself to become close to a young child- it was true, he loves the Northern princes well, overseeing their wellbeing, their education, their whole lives- but when the news comes to his door that morning, that the queen had delivered a princess, his world suddenly changes. 

At first, he was hesitant to become close to the little princess- what had happened to the last princess he loved, after all? Even now, when Shireen would be a woman grown, likely with children of her own, the pain of her loss feels fresh as if it had only been yesterday. He had loved that girl, with her soft, sweet nature… He had loved her as if she were his own. She had been his own. 

But then, he had held that child, just hours after her birth- with her tucked into the crook of his arm and her brothers on both of his knees, Davos knew he was falling in love once again. This little princess, with her shock of dark hair, but with eyes so blue… She would grow into a beauty that would rival only her own mother. “Lyanna,” his king says when he steps into the room with a grin. “Her name is Lyanna.” Davos nods, blinking back the tears as he peers down into the newborn’s sleeping face. 

He would protect her, no matter the cost. 

[ x x x ]

“Grandsire!”

The little voice calls out as the door swings open and Davos is laughing as the child rushes towards him. “Good morning Lyanna,” he greets as he swings her into the air, her giggle filling the room. “Did you sleep well?” He asks as he sets her back down on her own two feet, a delicate child, small for her age, but with a personality that would certainly make up for her size. 

“Aye!” She giggles, all her father, though despite her dark hair and gray blue eyes, she is her mother’s twin. “I had a dream,” she goes on, somber now, peering up into the face of the old man she’s come to love. 

“A dream?” Davos questions as she climbs up onto his lap. 

“Aye,” she says again, bringing another chuckle from his lips. “My mother will have another baby.” Davos has become used to these premonitions of the Starks, both the children and the parents. The queen often spoke in cryptic messages- not just now, but back then, when she had rode through the gates of Castle Black. And was the king not able to place himself into the mind of his white wolf? No, he was used to these strange abilities of the Stark family. “And I will be a big sister,” ah, there it was, the carefree sense of a child. 

“Is that so?” Davos questions and she’s grinning, head tilting in a way he’s seen her mother do a million times or more. “Well, what does your mother say of this?”

Lyanna giggles again, a sound that fills him up with pure joy. “She says certainly three is enough, but she smiled when she said it,” and while the little girl doesn’t understand, Davos has experienced his queen’s pregnancies enough times now to know she already knew what her daughter had said to be true. “Will you take me to ride today, grandsire?” She asks then, smiling broadly as she thinks of spending an afternoon in the saddle. 

“Aye.” Davos winks and she’s sliding off his lap, dancing happily around the room as only a child could do. His heart softens and he swallows, wondering just when she had grown from babe to child, for it felt like only yesterday that he was holding her after her birth. Now she was a child of three, with brothers of six and five; time had flown, that was certain. And he thinks back to those days so long ago, days of the past where it had not even been her parents he stood beside… Days left behind, but never forgotten. Sometimes he wonders just how they’ve even made it this far.

But then Lyanna is taking him by the hand, tugging him back into the present, and he remembers… They were here because they had fought to be here. Every battle, every moment, it had all led them to this new and beautiful life they all lived- one of happiness, of peace. 

So, he rises up to his feet and lets the girl lead the way, listening intently as she talks about her pony, happier than he thinks he’s ever really been.

#jonsa #well its sort of jonsa i guess lol #davos seaworth #my writing #i wrote this #tbh this is one of my least favorite pieces ive done #but i finished it so im posting it lol

[looseduke]

my predictions for future storytelling realms along the lines of the neverafter and the endless nights im 100% sure about:

realm based on the works of shakespeare (though i don’t think they’ll interact much with this one for purposes of anachronism)

a world based on irish/celtic folklore. smart moneys on this one showing up. with the fairy heavy plot and the fact that brennan is famously extremely irish, it’s coming. (i suspect all fairies originate from this realm in one way or another)

something to do with the epic of gilgamesh, the worlds oldest written story, and other surviving mesopotamian works. i see this world missing huge chunks and having very few versions left, but has survived by the skin of its teeth because against all odds people still remember it. alternatively, it was dead and gone after it was lost, and either archaeologists finding the story created a new version, or it was gone forever

realms i think are possibilities if the story goes the way it seems to be going so far:

ancient greek / roman mythology

i believe by introducing greek and roman mythology as a realm (foreshadowed imo by the appearance of aesop), these realms will be framed for us the audience as collections of human experience and belief systems, not just fictional stories, which will lead to:

jesus being name dropped yet again

allusions to realms based on various other cultures. specifically stories, not religions, the way that aesops fables teach morals and 1001 arabian nights is reflective of cultural values, but neither tell the stories of religious texts. (i don’t think the story will be extremely involved with these realms for both thematic and cultural sensitivity reasons, also simply bc there’s only so many episodes. it would be cool to see a guest dm run a world based off of non european folklore, rick riordan style). this includes but is not limited to:

different realms representing the traditional stories of ancient china, japan, india, and the pacific islands (all so old and so storied there’s truly endless possibilities for worlds based on them)

different realms representing the traditional stories of the americas (northern, middle, and southern traditions differ greatly from each other, as do all the different groups within the regions)

different realms representing the traditional stories of africa (the birthplace of humanity!! the first stories told around the hearth!!! plus, same as the americas: plenty of places to draw from)

brennan is smarter than me and would communicate this better then im about to, but the oral history tradition of many of these cultures has such huge potential in this story. i really hope to see differences in the storytelling of written histories/oral histories (for instance: hawai’ian hula tells the historical record of the islands of hawai’i! it would be amazing to see how that type of tradition translates to this world

i cant talk about this too much or ill explode, but i really hope they hired consultants and experts and writers to do this world and the history of human story telling justice<3

im doing research now on the possibilities of the mother goose/shahrazad/aesop type narrators (although i suspect that not every realm has a narrator) but i don’t have any examples yet, if you have any ideas please please share them!! im so excited to see where this season goes and to keep sinking my stupid little teeth into all the lore implications of bonafide brennan lee mulligan world building

#i hope i succeeded at referencing these cultures im not super familiar with respectfully<3 like i said id love input and ideas from others #dimension 20 #d20 theories #d20 neverafter #brennan lee mulligan #d20 nva #neverafter spoilers #neverafter

[libertineangel]

in my pov, as someone who is not a native english speaker, the jokes about worcestershire and other british words like that being difficult to pronounce isnt trying to say that the dialect is comes from is wrong and not a valid way of speaking. its just jokes about a word thats difficult to pronounce for a lot of ppl. i have british friends who like to make jokes about certain american phrases or american dialect quirks they struggle to say due to their accent. i dont think its like...trying to hurt anyones feelings or make anyone feel like their way of speaking is wrong. its just like 'haha i cant say this word! its too hard!' if that makes sense??

In isolation, and among equal friends, that totally makes sense, it's just as part of the overall trend of how Tumblr treats British culture in general that it takes on a more unpleasant tone - like some place names here are deeply silly, I remember a comedy skit based entirely around the different ways you could technically pronounce Loughborough, and if the jokes around here actually felt good-natured I wouldn't have an issue, it's just the sheer volume of it, coupled with how people talk about everything else about us, that makes it very much not.

A big part of it is honestly the enormous double standards with how people treat class issues, like many of the same people who'd be absolutely up in arms if anyone made disparaging comments about, say, AAVE or cheap American foods, will then turn around and say tremendously insulting things about Cockney accents and beans on toast, then further make fun of us for pointing out the prejudices that plays into, and likewise they'll ardently oppose Appalachian stereotypes but then get an example of a strong Northern accent and treat it like unintelligible stupid nonsense.

[rileyesquiremd]

I'm riley!!!!!

Hi hih i hihi! Im Riley Esquire. Not my real last name. AND im not a doctor either. Now that is only a taste of what you will learn in this upcoming intro post!

INFO... UNDER THE CUT!

Sooo >:3 a few things about me .

Im 22! Im a transguy, he/him but any prns if you know me and you like to have a little gender fun im not stopping u. im bi, just incase you need to know for having a crush on me reasons.

This is a sideblog, so if i follow you it'll be from dyna's blog, which isnt mine but we share a body so you know rest assured SOMEBODY in here will be looking at your posts!

A couple things I like:

Dancing/music/concerts/raves!!! pls send me music recs anytime i love listening to new songs.

Explorin, finding out abt new things to do and see. idc if ive never birdwatched or taxidermied an animal before or if ive never rummaged thru a scrapyard but id love to try it with u!!!

Doodling my friends and loved ones, and rendering my husbands pieces w him.... here we have posted some but we dont update as often as we should!!

Talking w people and helping out! body energy levels are low but id love to stay up all nite chatting with u or. well id say helping u move in to your place but i dont know you and i cant go all the way to Seattle to help you.

NOw lets get specific!!!!!

I have a letterboxd!!!! me and my headmates share it, so theres a lotta genres in there. but generally, i like fantasy, sci fi, adventure, action, drama. sometimes its a little hard for me to keep up with artsy movies but ill watch them. and i generally dont like horror at all. (sorry beau)

i dont play games TOO much, but i like co op games(tho, im not very good at them, so sometimes i get discouraged when i lose a lot.), adventure games, rpgs, casual games, and boardgames!!!!

asfor books!! i dont read too often but ill read anything. i've recently read the mysterious benedict society which was really charming. id honestly love to read A Thornbush Tale/Chesscourt series from The Northern Caves, I wish they existed........

comics! I kinda just hang out and read them with beau thats more his thing. but i like the comedies! ha ha funny sidekick go!!

MUSIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!

generally, i have a lot of overlap with Beau's taste, so, rock/metal, electronica, EDM and industrial. however they lean toward synthwave more and i like more classic rock and oldies stuff. he HATES it when i want to play Everyday by buddy holly. but IM sayin, his names fuckin BUDDY!!!! this song cant be ominous

uhhh but ya send me songs !

as for specific medias, u can ask me abt them, but im not making a list of things im into! you will just have to find out.

but rest assured. triggers will be tagged. posts will be queued. you will have a great day!

and remember:

be kind!

#intro post #blog intro #sysblr #music #artist #letterboxd #catboy #transmasc

[lostacelonnie]

Cant believe a solution like that has existed for so long they make pills of all sorts these days thats wild. Glad they're helpful for you really. Just standing in the ocean sometimes is such an experience i love it. Oh gosh that must be some kind of interesting. I had a sub once who was like. One of the few teachers to ever pronounce my last name right without help because her husband or herself was german. Or somethin like that. Shocked me at the time. Oh that'll be fun sometimes its neat to like. Go back to a place & see whats the same & whats changed since you were there. I wanna visit spain so much just uh. Probably in a less hot time of year. I like jarilo-vi so far only just hit level 15 so i can continue story. Didnt get bronya off my intro pulls got clara instead but i will someday. Is cocolia in honkai too? Yeah i agree this feels like they fixed genshin in a different game but im alright with that. Yeehaw more sleep. Ive been getting more now that i dont have to be at work at like 6 every day too. I would love to hear about this fire

right like!!!! waow. i ❤ you modern medicine i ❤ you medication. and for REAL !! i dont do it a lot and then i suddenly remember how nice it is. YEAH it took a while for me to actually be Able To Communicate with all of them but yknow it gets much easier when youre literally forced to do it to understand anything. but i have to say my spoken spanish is waaaaay worse than what i understand. oh well. god i feel that esp recently since ive been going outside of poland recently..... not a SINGLE non polish person can say my last name right. but i dont blame them shdfjgkjskf polish is a hellish language for foreigners. and yeah im looking forward to it honestly!! esp since ill actually get to interact with ppl more this time around. exciting! yes id recommend that you dont go in spring or summer bc not only is it hot theres also a looooot of tourists. tho i heard the weather isnt as bad in the northern part. and ah nice!! im a big grinder and hit lvl50 yesterday [not doing trial of the equilibrium yet tho..... Scared] but have fun!!! oh i main clara and shes actually SO good oh my god. actual killing machine esp in simulated universe with elation blessings [i run her with march + tingyun + bailu btw] so i totally rec you invest in her. good luck in your bronya acquiring quest btw o7 im also trying to do it but i dont really pull on standard outside of free pulls so its gonna. take a While. and yes she is!!!!! god frfr but i dont care about genshin that much so im not even mad. and ah thats nice!! oh the fire god that was. Hm. basically i was chilling as one does and an irl friend was like "my guy What. is happening at your house" and before that there was this reaaaaaaaally loud firetruck siren [that i decided to completely ignore] so i went outside bc that friend came over and there were?? firemen with a giant fan blowing out smoke out of one of the stairwells in my block of flats?? and basically it turns out some guy set something in the basement on fire and since i live in a block from the Communism Times the ventilation system sucks so the whole block smelled like smoke. also there was a dumpster fire nearby like an hour later. so thats fun! luckily nothing serious happened in either cases bc they were both noticed quickly but its still. Interesting.

#average day in poland. I Guess #also im going to photo camp till the 8th and im gonna be Completely Offline so. talk to you in two weeks i suppose o7 #pen pals

[wizrad101]

My favorite areas of each world :)

These are based purely on visuals and not story 

Wizard City- Shopping District/ Elik’s Edge 

I just love Elik’s edge so much because i love the little Bart root and how it has it’s own little name in the shopping district, i just think it’s super cute and kinda underrated 

Krokatopia-  Upper Zigazag and Kemmbaalung Village 

I know this is kinda cheating because it’s not part of OG Krok but it’s so much prettier than anything old krok has going on, Frozen Lake is nice too but this one is so mm

This too even tho it’s technically part of Mooshu lololol

Marleybone- Barkingham Palace 

It’s a shame that this isn’t a part of Marylebone's main questline because good gosh it’s so pretty I love the walkway up to it and the fountains and the blimp it’s just so pretty and it reminds me of Pirate 

Mooshu- Jade Palace 

Jade Palace’s main area/ garden is the prettiest part of Wiz Mooshu and i really hope that Mooshu gets a visual update soon because look at Pirate Mooshu, like it still holds up and then Wiz Mooshu is so 

Wysteria- Arena Halls 

I do just think this area is so cute, like all of it not specifically this screencap but the whole arena is so nice and it reminds me of Valencia and i sob and scream i miss pirate so much 

Dragonspyre- Dragon’s roost

I LOVE SEEING THE DRAGON SO CLOSE i just think the mountain and the steep incline up to the end of arc one is so cool but honestly all of Dragonspyre popped off, for sure the best and most diverse looking arc 1 world 

Grizzleheim- Hrundle Fjord 

I think other than Northgaurd this is the prettiest part of Grizzleheim, i see water and rocks and lose my mind but honestly this part is so cute 

Wintertusk- Grandmother Raven’s perch 

GRANDMA!!!!!!!!! i just love the animation that plays before this and she has such a good design, I like other parts of  Wintertusk but  she's just so cute look at her its mom! 

Celestia-  District of Stars 

I remember going her on my death and looking around being like “I don't remember Celestia being pretty?” I just think that all the shapes are neat 

Zafaria -  Boabab crown

I love this tree gosh darn it, it’s just so cool it's a giant treehouse! 

Avalon- Crystal Caves and Lake Shore 

Avalon is one of those worlds where I cant really tell because Crystal Caves are so cool and the story we’re told in there is so MMMMM but also look at all the pretty colors of Lake Shore! 

Azteca- Floating Mountains 

My photography here is so bad but the floating mountains are pretty cool but in all honesty all of Azteca is really pretty it’s just everything about it is so 😐

Khrysalis- Moon Cliffs

I love Moon cliffs so much but again Khrys is one of those worlds where all of it is so MMMMMMMMMMMMMM to look at 

Polaris- River of Frozen Tears 

LOOK AT HOW PRETTY, i love the northern lights, i love the mountains, i love the snow, i love the Raven i love all of it and the ice makes me go zoom! \

Arcanum- Docking area 

I think this is a pretty obvious choice from me because of me being an Empyrea stan but also its just so darn perty and grand like its such a good area 

Mirage- Eerem Palace 

This place is gorgeous, i hated it here, but at least my eyes were happy, like look at the SKYYYEHAYHH

Empyrea <3- Aero Planes 

My windows95 baby, i love her so much, again the skybox is so good and Empyrea again is one of  those worlds where all of it is so delicious to look at but I just love how peaceful this area is 

Karamel- Von Trap Estate 

I know we shit on Karamel because it looks like Roblox but legit look at this, its SO PRETTYYYYAYHAAHAHHA 

Lemuria- Heap

I haven’t played through Lemuria yet but Heap is genuinely one of the coolest looking areas in all of Wizard101 

#wizard101 #wizzy #wiz101 #w101 #wizzy101 #wizardcity #krokatopia #marleybone #mooshu #Dragonspyre #grizzleheim #wintertusk #wysteria #celestia #zafaria #avalon #khrysalis #polaris #arcanum #mirage #empyrea #karamel #lemuria

[arkt-nehrim-archive]

                          A Story in Spring: Renewal {3/3}

Lithirill would ever covet the certain luxuriousness of Tirmatralian brandy.

Her eyes settled on the moon high above, full and bright, accompanied by a sea of twinkling stars that complimented the cloudless, warm night of a coming Summer. An unpleasant twinge reminded her of a far more chaotic sky-scape, where in place of stars one could argue that -worlds- floated in their place; Fate's Edge. 

Shivering free from the memory, the aeterna's fingers trembled as she brought her glass to her lips again, focusing instead on the still growing town of Darlan below. Much like she had been, the populace of surviving residents and new arrivals had busied themselves extensively in revitilization efforts.  She played as much of a part as she could, but there was a respectful distance her charges kept; at first she'd worried it was out of -fear-, but as a few of them had put it, it was more the desire to achieve it on their own.

Lithirill could respect that, pondering what more she could do to occupy her time. She had long since successfully returned Narathzul to his physical form, the man content to remain distant in her home city of Al-Rashim so he might find his footing. So too had she completed the arduous task of reconstructing a full set of seraphim wings, knowing she would never forget the spectacle of watching Arkt take flight for the first time in centuries, after so much toil. A joyous event, that had pulled even tears from the old seraph...

Her mind drifted far into the past, remembering the inspirations that had indirectly lead her here. Perhaps that was what she would do next... She had done right by both Narathzul and Arkt for their parts in seeing her this far, now was the time to pick up the old pieces of her studies; reversing the rampant magical contamination eating away at so many places.

She could start with Ostian. After all, it would be a less direct means of keeping an eye on the wily King Taranor Coarek; a man who'd already begun to grow fitful in peace time, having the audacity to proclaim in -her- name the need to "tame" the Southrealm while it was yet without a ruler. The thought didn't escape her that she -could- be more direct in keeping Nehrim from suffering even greater bloodshed...but who would she be then? A hero, or a tyrant? The answer could not be -force- when diplomacy and good sense failed, both of which she had attempted with the northern King, but what then of the indolence of ignoring him? She was all things that could proclaim the right to turn her back on petty "mortal" squabbles while she solved the world's deeper woes, yet she'd be a hypocrite at best, an exact reflection of the regime she'd brought down at worst.  It seemed no matter what she chose to do about the stirrings of yet more war, she would be at fault in some way-  she could almost hear the venerable Tyr laughing at her struggle.

The tension, despite the beauty of the skies, was palpable. The sense of foreboding hanging over her shoulders had been there since her strange dreams and her terrifying encounter with the soul wardens some months prior. The woman had been non-stop in keeping herself busy since then, but now in the idleness, how quickly that existential dread returned.

In that moment of stifling weight, came the flare of power that announced an arrival of one who always seemed to know when she danced overlong with her troubles without entertaining his considerable aged input. She kept her back turned, sipping at her brandy as she tilted her head at the heaviness of his footfalls; his strides were long, and then she heard the rustling of feathers... She figured out what was to happen all too late, as she barely had time to turn and set her glass down before Arkt's arms found themselves sweeping Lithirill cleanly off her feet, the world awhirl with motion for a handful of heartbeats as inertia flipped her stomach. She might've had something to say about how he'd plucked her from her own balcony like a hawk with a hare, but alas, she noticed first just how much -space- there was between herself and the ground, promptly -clinging- to him, turning her head into his hair.

"...Arkt, I swear to-!"  She began, feeling a wave of actual fright and quieting.   They briefly dipped in the air as Arkt wheezed with a short laugh, cracking a grin.

"Whatever is there left to swear to?  -Us-?"  

She dared to peek, an incredulous look swept off her face as she beheld Arkt in rare form.

-Joy- colored every inch of his visible features, as golden hues angled to meet her's.  

"Don't worry, you're in no danger of falling. A rather convenient current blows up into the mountains, and makes for the perfect glide from your abode to mine. This is hardly a strenuous flight."

As he spoke, she still hazarded to keep her head -away- from the yawning distance below. Securely in his grip or not, she could still imagine how quickly they'd plummet if his wings gave in any fashion. It was dreadful... It wasn't lost on her how significant this moment was likely supposed to be.

"Are you afraid of heights? Your composure on the Starship had me fooled.~" he inquired, tone as much amused as growing concerned.

"...less heights, and more freefalls." she muttered, alluding to her forays into Nehrim's deeper crevices, which she was certain he had spied upon.

Surprising her yet again, he would draw her away from the past as he pressed a kiss to her hair, keen to watch her cheeks color with some amusement.

"We'll land before you know it." he assured.

The remainder of their time in the air was spent in quiet, Lithirill resolving to take Arkt's timely arrival as the boon it was, settling into watching his feathers sway in the wind. Meditative enough that the awkwardness of the whole arrangement felt far away. Such nearness had gotten easier with time, bordering upon natural now.

As the rather humble cottage came into view, Arkt descended, his wings spreading their widest whilst letting his legs swing toward the earth, landing gracefully and without jostling his charge even a little. The opposite from the crash landing of his first attempt back in the sky.

Setting her down, he was not shy in keeping a wing curled around her while she got her feet under her, offering an apologetic smile.

"Had I known-"

Lithirill lifted a finger to his lips, seeing the seraph blink at her.

"No need for that, my dear. I think I spoiled that lovely gesture enough without you apologizing for it too.~" she murmured, letting her hand fall to her side and idly run a long feather betwixt her fingers, "By the by, was that the surprise you teased at when the snows were setting in?" 

Arkt would exhale quietly, his mane of half-curls tumbling over his shoulder as he hummed a chuckle, canting his head to the side, his eyes flicking between the door to his home and her.

"In part.  I'm surprised you recall, after so many long nights.~"  he returned, his wing curling about her form more tightly as he stepped closer, drawing her flush against him.

She took his cue, though trepidation was catching her, as ever it had and always it would, she suspected. She was, for the first time, plenty welcome as she ran a palm up his muscled form, while the other lost itself between plumage and mane. She took the time to lean back just a little to eye him up and down so she might properly observe how his physique had changed now that his wings were healthy; twas a sight to behold.

"I've said it before Arkt..." she swallowed, striving unsuccessfully to keep the fluttering from beneath her ribs inobvious, "I'm not sure there's anything you could ever do that I'd count as forgettable."

While she floundered, he was the picture of patient certainty, watching her eyes wander before he'd gently cup her jaw and reorient her point of focus.

"Hmmnh...That sounds a touch fanatical." he teased gently, keen to see the last bits of her mask fall away, revealing that quiet, over curious scholar he had been fond of ever since she meandered brave and foolish into Arktwend,  "...but I appreciate the sentiment."

Lithirill lips twitched as he held her at the precipice; again.  She prepared for the inevitable halt, the respectful redrawing of borders, and in seeing that worry play clear in her eyes, Arkt claimed her lips for his own.

He snaked an arm behind her hips, supporting her form as he indulged a thought abandoned desire, savoring each passing moment as the woman in his arms all but fell into him. Reluctantly, he pulled away, keeping her snugly in place.

"You worry too much.~"  he whispered, the statement pulling a husky chuckle out of her. "I'd have you forget your troubles for a time. Or at least until the morrow.~"

                                                   ~Fin~

#Vynblr #VynSpringEvent #A Story in Spring #Nehrim #Arkt #Lithirill Andethil #Post-Ending

[diskwrite-ffxiv]

ffxivwrite 2021 - #10: Heady

The Fringes, 1539 6AE

The caravan might as well have been thunder. It wasn’t just the shuffle of feet trumpeting through the foliage, though that was certainly part. It was the wagon wheels that did it in, cracking through twigs and leaves alike with as little care as if they were plowing fields. The fact that it was happening was a great surprise, but that none of her elders found anything wrong with it was the bigger shock, for ever since Ojene had arrived here amongst the Laisonoix a year and a half before they’d instructed her to walk with the most silent step and she’d spent many long bells practicing just that, tiptoeing to and fro the outskirts until she made nary a sound.

But nothing about this trip was normal. There was the number of carts her elders hauled along, six sturdy wood frames piled high with crates and bags instead of the usual one or two. Or the fact that she was here at all. Let alone the other children- six others of varying ages trudged along clasping bulging sacks. Not unlike the one she carried, its allotment of hides heavy enough to set her arm burning if she dared to hold it over one shoulder too long.

Yet the further east they went, the more she thought she began to understand. For instead of deepening like she expected- the forest always seemed to deepen the further they got from Gridanian territory- the canopy began to part.

It was subtle at first. At the start all that changed was the depth of shadow began to relent, leaving the twisted path ahead of them clear. But then the color began to change. The trees, melting from verdant green to autumn tones despite the early season. The dirt, from the familiar Tinolqa browns and greys to orange. Rockier, as the flush undergrowth receded in favor of wiery scraggles. In the back of her head it niggled with a beat like the wings of a bird til suddenly it burst out in a flood of remembrance that prickled gooseflesh down her arms, and in an instant she knew what it was.

It reminded her of home.

At once the cataclysm of memory swept in as if ripped from her marrow, striking her still where she stood. She could do nothing but stare, and yet a few seconds later a sharp burn of moisture threatened to blot her vision out. Ojene thrust a hasty sleeve across her eye and swallowed a rough sniff, but no one seemed to notice- she lunged forward as if she never stopped at all.

Home! For what was the northern reaches of Tinolqa but this, the deep forest giving way to rockier climes? If she let her vision blur just out of focus it was almost as if she was there, the chill of the breeze soaking welcome to her brones. She swept it all in with sudden rapacious greed and yet- even as familiarity tingled down her skin the note went sour. And she remembered the rest. What was the beginnings of a broad smile slipped away, kneading into a resigned frown.

It was in this sullen space she rested as the caravan forged on, all too happy then for her silence as conversation chattered lightly around her, in a loose circle from which she walked apart.

Yet as they went on, the sun’s descent eventually threatening the bell when her elders would stop the caravan to make camp, again the forest changed. The canopy began to falter, striking the divots of light that billowed through the boughs into cracks, then cracks into holes, like the splitting apart of an egg and out from its confines they emerged.

And once again, Ojene stopped short. But this time she stayed there, staring out with full focus as her heart filled with quiet, disbelieving awe.

“First time, is it?” came a voice at her side.

Ojene looked up to see the smiling countenance of her distant aunt Beviere, the brilliance of the unfettered light illuminating brown tones in the dusky grey of her skin that Ojene had never noticed before.

“It’s…” she began, but in truth she had no words.

Beviere laid a genial hand upon her shoulder. “It takes getting used to,” she said. “When you’re in the middle of it, Tinolqa seems like it goes on forever. But all things end, even that.”

All things indeed. She’d known there was a world beyond the forest and yet knowing couldn’t prepare her for the broad expanse of sky littered with lazy puffs of white as it stretched out in a great unbroken dome. Gone were the trees ahead of them- or had the trees ever been there at all? For it was just dusty orange earth and stone, swelling into toothy crags that filled the expanse out to what could only be the horizon.

It was odd. Dead even, green’s absence leaving it strangely inert.

“People actually live here?” Ojene blurted.

Beviere laughed, and as her head tipped back the sinking sun gilded the round curve of her nose. “Oh, plenty. Let’s catch up with the rest before we fall too far behind, shall we? And I’ll tell you more on the way.”

As they canted forward at an easy jog, Beviere did just that. But half listening, Ojene found herself distracted as her eyes fell to the dirt. And she repeated the name Beviere called this place in her head, like a silent whisper to the earth.

Gyr Abania.

Her faint smile returned.

#ffxivwrite2021 #my writing #ojene suinuet #gyr abania #this wasn't what I was going to write at first but when the idea occurred to me I had to do it #and it was strangely and unexpectedly moving to do?? #where it all started........

[gayleafpool]

tagged by @the-ghost-king hell yeah let’s go

name: i go by leaf just to avoid ppl irl finding me here but if ur a mutual and u wanna know my real name that’s fine u can ask

pronouns: anything is fine i really don’t mind

height: 5’3

favorite bands: hm right now i really like low, the xx, passion pit, and okkervil river

favorite artists: dessa. i think i’m in love with her.

song stuck in your head: currently listening to such a lovely thing by devotchka so probably that i suppose

last movie you watched: i can’t remember wow i haven’t seen a movie in a long time

last show you binged: the owl house :) it’s really good id recommend it. my sister makes amazing fanart for it she’s @summerprairies

when you created your account: uhh i think a couple months ago. like november??

other blogs: @starspeckledocean i just reblog pretty pictures tho lol

why i chose my url: leafpool is my favorite character from warrior cats and i think she’s gay

hours of sleep: it varies sometimes i get a good 8 hours sometimes i get 2

lucky number: hmm. i don’t think i really have one

currently wearing: shorts and a sweatshirt that says international wolf center on it cool place i love it i like wolves. cj please don’t call me a furry

dream trip: chile!! a friend of mine went to school there in santiago for a little while and she thought it was cool so i wanna go there

dream job: well like ABSOLUTE dream job would be working with wolves in northern minnesota somehow but that’s just not really possible so i’m gonna go into veterinary medicine

favorite gift(s): my mom crocheted this tiny cat for me and it almost made me cry

favorite song: U CANT ASK ME THIS

universe i’d like to visit: one where i started drawing earlier in my life and got into animation like so many other warrior cats fans seriously have you checked out the warrior cats animations on youtube there are thousands of them and they’re better than movie quality it’s insane

tagging: anyone who wants to do this!!! <3

#twblood

[westernchords]

2020: a replay & reflection

so... here we are at the near end of a very long, unsettling & strange year. and at this particular moment in time, spotify has released its 2020 wrapped feature, an annual highlight for gay people everywhere (self VERY included). since the world is very large & this is a personal blog with a limited scope, i'll talk about what i know best: the view from my corner of the musical world.

i only had two songs in common with any previous year -- i wish i missed my ex by mahalia & sugar by brockhampton (... i know, the heartache is loud already,)

4 unique rain asmr audios made it into my top 15 (they help me sleep lolol)

show tunes was my #4 most listened to genre and yet not a single one made it into my top 100. (i'm pretty sure it was all of my late night waitress sing alongs)

i discovered 1,012 new artists and 162 new genres

all very fun and interesting things! however, in looking at this year, there are two things to discuss that are most important: the amount of time i spent listening to music (111,989 minutes) and my top song, fake mona lisa. let's discuss both.

on time: in short, music means a lot to me. in long, i mean that music has been central to my life for as long as i can remember. i think of my church choir and my mother singing eartha kitt and corrine bailey rae in the kitchen, my father's surprise talents at piano when he would play in chapel, and how i like to make up little ditties to sing for my dog or while i cook or to solely entertain myself. if one was to take a look at my journals, each entry is annotated with the song i was listening to or suited my mood at the time i was writing. at any moment, i am capable of revisiting the emotional landscape of old memories all set to the very soundtrack that holds that particular past closest.

i still remember plucking violin strings at 5, how i used to stack music books so i could sit up straight on my piano bench because i was too short at 7, picking up woodwinds in highschool and letting my best friend act as conductor, and now, singing endlessly- day in and day out, because it makes me feel like i am traveling home. i think of creole folk songs that connect me to my family, my diaspora. i remember the favorite songs and artists of people i don't know anymore, but still. it stays with me. my friend cj says i have a great emotional sensitivity to music, but more so, music simply connects to every cornerstone of who i am. the creation of it, the listening, the love of it. the constancy.

music is integral to my daily routine and life. since i was 13, maybe younger, i have always believed that the first song i hear in a day sets the tone so i always try to play something i love and makes me feel joyful to start off on the right foot. i will do this my entire life. every day is permeated by sound and the data shows it. 111,989 minutes is almost 3 months straight. this doesn't even count soundcloud listens or youtube tracks or music i play on my own. this felt fitting. music, this year in particular, has been a salve to both new and old hurt. and maybe i am picking at my scabs, but 2020 has amplified so much anger and shame and fear and despite that, there is so much joy in art. music is a balm for the world, it is poetry in its own right.

on fake mona lisa: so .. i am kind of obsessed with this song. fifteen hours worth of listening, i text my friends i'll join the video call soon - i just need one more replay, i got high and played this song while lying in the middle of a meadow and experienced more emotions than i had had in a very long time, my friends lovingly tease me about it so it's sort of like a character trait now, kind of obsessed. my turning to this song was the sort of romance that i didn't anticipate, but fell very hard into and, if you know me, you know that's my favorite kind. let's get into why: when dedicated side b came out, i was heartbroken. there's really no other way to put it. i was alone, back in my childhood bedroom, and harboring a reopened wound from past relationships that maybe had never closed in the first place. i was in this strange, melancholic knee-deep-in-emotions place & if you're an avid CRJ fan, you recognize that's a place she knows and sings about well.

as a song, fake mona lisa tends to be one of carly's more lyrically opaque tracks. which is fine, i'm a storyteller at heart, i'll craft my own narrative. (and honestly, there wasn't much legwork here.) without doing a full blown analysis, here are pieces that i find important to note about the song lyrically and resonate most with me -- big or small.

(transcription at bottom)

what i'm basically saying is that this song is about risk and young love and sex. its about secrets, cheap thrills, fast & easy desires, and the fantastical euphoria of a dead-end-but-still-fun “we're young so what's the matter,“ relationship. (very reminiscent of LA hallucinations, imo) and to me, someone who has been in and out of this same subset of emotional affairs, fake mona lisa stuck with me. vegas is a city of high risk, high reward- where else to chase that superficial, unattainable someone? more so, the song gives you the understanding that the relationship doesn't last, but that was not what carly ever truly wanted out of it. fake mona lisa is, at its core, about over indulgence in pleasure as a stand in for actual love + commitment, something i am oft to do myself & only did more of after dedicated side b dropped. i latched onto the slow and simmering exposition into glittery pre-chorus, starlit imagery, shiny-faraway vocals, and frankly, there was no competition for my song of the year. the song is a dream. i love it and i know what that says about me, but i stand by it. 

dedicated side b, especially fake mona lisa, carried me through the healing process of heartbreaks that crystallized into many other things- indulgence, desire, risk, short lived romances, secrets, joy, kisses i should've kept to myself, spontaneous dance breaks, tears, etc., it is an album about love, recovery, and returning to the self. fake mona lisa is just my favorite stop on a long train ride to an okay-ness with aspects of romance (both with the self and others) that i am still figuring out the messy, rose-tinted, contours of.

and sonically? i just adore the key of d minor.

as a last touch point, fake mona lisa was only the tip of the iceberg of songs  i obsessed over about not-exactly-ideal romances. again and again and again, heartbreak anthems appeared in my top 100, a deviation from my typical warmth towards romantic sentiments that appeared in past years. instead, there is a sense of love-at-a-distance, a painting yourself as the object of desire, a severed attachment, a not wanting to commit at all (see let's be friends, heartbeat, want you in my room, all by crj ... all appearing on the list.) however, much of what appeared celebrated love and having tremendous, special, struck by cupid, feelings. it's all there. what i'm saying is that carly rae jepsen writes music for lovestruck people- both lucky and not so much, hopeless or hopeful -- you name it. she writes about how you can fall in love with almost anyone, soundtracks for the highs of the first throes of intimacy, the first (and last) kiss, the shared moments between two people when they are each other's whole world, and the palpable distance of heartache, separation, and the landscape between. 

she writes as though she is both eros and psyche, armed with arrows of cascading melodies, tipped with a salve for suppressing+healing+amplifying heartbreak, and lyrics so intimate and dreamy, you really can't help but believe in love with the way she speaks of it. love is a venture from shame, a fantasy that is more real than anything else, tender and kind, pleasurable, and escapable into. the world is better in it, the world is better because of it. in carly rae jepsen's discography, love is the defining pillar of experience. a northern star and guiding principle. it is the only thing, no matter what form. & frankly? i cant help but agree.

as a final note, in hanif wills-abdurraqib's emotion review for MTV, carly rae jepsen's public displays of affection, he says this:

thats all for now. bye 2020.

- august

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transcription of my notes:

verse 1:

city/star light imagery

i am known for wearing a star stamp on my cheek

infatuation & attraction

paints a photo of a starlet and her lover, a fair weather affair

pre-chorus:

always waiting fro a chance the object of desire

a high from love, addictive pleasures

chorus:

sex & art & risk taking (art synonymous with beauty. + seduction)

she knows she cant handle this in a real way, but wants it

desire vs/& (in conjunction with) pain

verse 2:

an idealistic worldview, hoping for the best, always somewhere else not present. 

dreamy lyrics + dreamy state of mind, cloudy even.

specifically the words fake mona lisa:

contrast, beautiful yet fully acknowledged to be unreal/superficial

a stand in for “real art“ aka “real love“

#crj #mine

[thiswasinevitableid]

You what would be hella? An angsty-ish fic with the ice prompt. Your work is so lovely and well-written, I cant wait to read what ever you next produce!

Thank you so much for that, I’m glad people are excited to read my stuff! Since you didn’t specify a pairing, I went with Sternclay. Angst ahoy (but with a happy ending), along with me playing fast and loose with arctic geography.

He’s one of the lucky ones. 

Joseph Stern, scientist aboard the HMS Erebus, is a fastidious man. He is also, unfortunately, prone to bouts of seasickness meaning his meals have been scant, even before the ships became locked in. 

But it also means he was not eating food tinned in cans laden with lead. And his experimental water system, with which he occupied himself on long days, meant he drank more filtered sea water and ice than he did from the stores tainted with the same blasted material. 

So when he and the remainder of the skeleton crew left the Erebus and her sister the Terror, his mind was much clearer than most. 

And that is why, when the bulk of them turned a direction that likely held only more ice, more death, carrying a writing desk while leading freshwater behind, he refused to follow, insisting their best hope of civilization laid the opposite way. 

They left him and his supplies, unwilling to listen to his case. And so he has walked, then trudged, then barely moved, across the ice.

When he hits water, cursed sea water, he contemplates stepping into it. But drowning would be worse than freezing, or so he’s heard. 

A head surfaces in a hole through the ice. A mans head. 

Stern blinks, confused. Then he laughs.

“Maybe I should take to the sea after all. You look well fed.”

The man frowns, “You look nearly dead.”

“I am.” He sits down, knees hugged to his chest for warmth. 

“I’m, uh, I’m sorry.” The man emerges from the ice, and in place of legs he has a spotted and strong tail, like that of the seals Stern used to watch from his cabin window. 

“Unless you control the weather, I don’t think you need to be.” In any other time, the sight of a legendary creature would send him into a frenzy of delight and curiosity. Now he simply stares. 

“Why are you here?”

“The Northwest Passage.”

“That’s, um, that’s a trade thing, right? Your kind wants to move the things you sell more easily across the waters.”

“You’re well read for a merman.”

“My home isn’t that isolated.” He shrugs.

Stern stares at the water, peeking through cracks in the ice, “So many dead. So many more will die, I’ve no doubt, and all for a quicker route for spices and gold.” He can’t even weep, his body won’t let him use the energy, but he shudders in distress. 

“Hey, hey it’s okay. “ The merman slides to him, cups his cheeks, strokes his beard, and his hands are warm, warm and real, and Stern presses against them, “I mean, it sounds fucking awful, but that, um, that doesn’t sound as comforting.”

“I don’t mind the comfort.” Stern rests his hands on the man’s chest, then his mind gets a moment of true clarity, “wait, your home. You said your home is not that isolated. Is it near?”

“Um, I can reach it in a few hours but” he points to his tail, “that’s the way I can. On foot it’ll take longer. And unless the humans I know have been really wrong about some stuff, I think if you try to swim with me you’ll die, like, right away.”

“I’ve walked lord knows how far. I can manage a little more, if you point the way.”

The merman looks torn, then takes Sterns hands, “I can do one better. I’ll be your guide. If you’re closed off from the water’s edge, look under the ice.”

He slides back the way he came, surfaces a few moments later to Sterns right. So Stern follows him, sometimes no more than shape to his right, other times a ghostly shadow swimming beneath and in front of him. When night falls and Stern manages a paltry fire and shelter with his supplies, Barclay, as the mer calls himself, promises to return at sunrise, and does so without fail for the next two days. 

As he trudges across the icy ground, the best moments are when his path allows Barclay to swim right beside him, head above water so they can converse. It’s worth the effort, the inhaling of cold air, to converse with another being. Better yet, Barclay is bright and friendly, curious about Stern’s research in a way none of his crewmates were. Barclay tells him stories of merfolk and sea monsters, even makes him laugh,  in return for Stern telling him about life in England and his research into undiscovered species. 

“They offered me the chance to study far off lands, discover creatures thought only to be legend. Silly thing to die for.”

“Doesn’t sound like you were the one who got the ships stuck. And there’s nothing wrong with wanting to learn about the world.”

Stern’s rations have run out, and when he stumbles, Barclay doubles back, concerned. 

“I, I need, food, I’ll-”

“Wait right here.” Barclay disappears. Stern counts snowflakes, heartbeats, anything to distract from the pain in his belly. 

A fish hits the ice in front of him. Then it flops and wiggles across the slick surface, back into the water.

“Damn it.” He giggles, near hysterical. 

The fish lands again, head now gone. 

“Sorry, forgot humans aren’t great with live prey.” Barclay says sheepishly. 

Stern eats five more fish Barclay brings him, manages to get to his feet and continue on. 

Night falls, colder than the last few, and Barclay disappears with his usual promise to return.

------------------------------------------

“He’s not going to last the night, Barclay.”

Barclay turns, finds his friend Indrid in his human form at the door of his house on Amnesty Island. The seer gives him a sad smile. 

“No. No he can’t. I won’t let him.”

“Barclay-”

“Indrid” Barclay grabs his shoulders, “do you remember when you found Duck? How frightened he was, how he was certain you were death coming for him?”

“Yes.” Indrid says, pain flashing on his face. He’d found the human, left behind by his research expedition. Duck had volunteered to stay behind and freeze, in hopes of his team having enough rations to make the nearest town if they were a man short. Indrid found him, brought him back to Amnesty, cared for him. Fell in love with him and Duck, after a few weeks, returned the sentiment with gusto. 

“I can’t let that happen to Joseph. I can’t, Indrid, please, the last week, I, he’s unlike any guy I’ve ever met. I can’t let him suffer that way.”

Indrid’s face goes blank. Then he gives Barclay an unusually severe stare, “You have very little time, and you must follow my instructions to the letter.”

---------------------------------------------------

He’s going to die. It’s too cold, his body too weak. He is going to die alone, his family will never know what befell him, and he will never even get the chance to thank Barclay for his kindness, for making his last days bearable, at moments almost enjoyable. 

Lord have mercy on his soul. Let it be painless. 

All for nothing, for trade and money, is this end in the ice. 

Have mercy. 

He can’t see. His heart seems to slow. In the distance, something crunches on the snow. 

Mercy. 

-----------------------------------

“So this is the fella you took my boat and my dogsled for?”

“Yes, Mama, I’m sorry.”

The woman’s voice has a laugh in it, “You always did have a big heart. Guess it was only a matter of time before you brought some hard-luck human in.”

“He’s not just any human.” A warm hand brushes Stern’s hair, “I’ve never felt this way about a human before. A few other mers maybe, when I was younger.”

“Uh, Mama? Indrid says we got a ship comin in soon and we might wanna buy more’n normal.”

Why in the lord’s blessed name is hearing a southern accent?

He tries to ask this question, gets a groan out instead.

“He’s awake!” Barclays’ voice gets closer, and when he manages to open his eyes he finds familiar, deep brown ones looking at him.

“How...where?”

“Amnesty Island. My home.” He supports Stern’s head, helping him drink blessedly clean water.

“That’s...that’s not on any map I’ve seen.”

“And for damn good reason.” A woman with graying hair stands behind Barclay, “only those who need to know can find us, on account of the northern mers wanting some islands that were safe for them. Barclay decided you needed to know.”

“Thank you, Barclay. And thank you Mrs, um?”

“Cobb. But just call me Mama. Now, rest of you get, we need to haul supplies off that boat and Barclay needs some time with his fella.”

When the door of the small cabin closes, Stern reaches out, stroking Barclay’s coppery beard, “Why did you save me?”

“Because you’re a good guy. And, well, I care about you a lot. I like you even more. I couldn’t just leave you to die.”

This time, Stern weeps, with relief and exhaustion and the ghosts of his fear. Shivers even as tears dot his pillow. 

“Shhh, shhhhh it’s okay, I mean it this time. You still cold?”

Stern nods and Barclay tosses another blanket on top of him in bed. When the next wave of tears clear, the larger man is down to long underwear.

“May I?” He points to bed, and Stern weakly lifts the covers. Barclay climbs beneath them, wraps Stern in his arms, body flooding him with warmth and safety. 

“Been wanting to do this since that first day, but mer bodies aren’t great for keeping humans dry and warm. Kinda damp.”

“All-” Stern yawns, “all the same, I would like the chance to explore yours in more detail some day.”

“You got it.” Barclay hesitates, then kisses Stern’s temple, “but right now, time for you to rest. I’ll make you breakfast in the morning. Raw, decapitated fish aside, I’m a damn good cook. Any requests?”

“Eggs. Good lord I’ve missed eggs.”

“Think I can rustle something up. Heh, that tickles.” He chuckles when  Stern rubs his cheek against the exposed patch of dark-haired chest. 

“It won’t for long. I’ll be clean shaven as soon as I can hold a razor without shaking. You think I’m handsome now, just wait til you see me well fed and groomed.”

“Looking forward to it.” A kiss on the cheek, then snowflake-light on his lips, “ goodnight Joseph. You’re safe here, I’ll see to it. And I’ll be here when you wake up, I promise.”

“Just like old times.” Stern says, only half-joking.

Another, tender kiss, “Yep, just like old times.”

#agent stern/barclay #sternclay #angst #hurt/comfort #mermay fills

[liodesign]

posting a warning ahead of time, I’ll be going on vacation in mid-july

I’ll try to make enough designs to fill the queue for how long I’ll be gone, but since we’re driving and shit happens, activity maaaay temporarily halt around then, that or i’ll set the queue to 1-2 posts/day around then to avoid it running out

#not a design #ive already been toying with the new markings though so i thiiiiink ill have enough designs for the queue #who knows though #still a month away from driving to california #also if anyone knows if deidrichs coffee is still sold anywhere in northern cali hmu? #i know they were bought out years ago but there was a place in orange county last time i went that still sold the drinks bc they- #-were granted permission to do so #so im curious if theres any places like that in northern mid-california #bc if theres is i am getting a goddamn deidrichs #cant for the life of me remember the name of the company that bought them out though

[hennesseyok]

ummm hi !! so i’m nori n i’ve been outta the rp game for a hot minute but miss rona has me without shit to do so im back !! plz excuse this literal garbage intro but we out here !! i am so down to plot the fck outta her ( she needs bandmates for her band ... n also a name ... ahem ... ) n honestly am v open to anything, so plzZz dont hesistate to message me on here (im not hip with the kids so i dont have discord ??? yet ??? ) n e wayz heres my cutie sadboy babie hennessey eeek !! i love this group already ah !!

kristen stewart. cis woman. she/her. ❝ can you hear painfully obvious by harmless coming from apartment # 408 ? that must mean hennessey rhodes is home. the twenty-six year old is currently a member of a local band and they live with 2 roommates. they’ve been living in the village for four years and residents have gathered the scorpio’s enigmatic yet detached demeanor. ❞ nori. 21. she/her. gmt -6.

s t a t i s t i c s full name: hennessey leighanne rhodes nicknames: rhodes, h, hez, daddy [ anything thats not “henny” lol she hates that name eek ] dob: oct 25 1993 sign: ☼ scorpio, ☾ scorpio, ↑ capricorn sexuality: queer [ wlw, nblw ] birthplace: new albany, mississippi known languages: english, some bayou french siblings: none a e s t h e t i c s + pinterest drunken walks home from the bar, matching stick n poke tattoos, worn in band tees, red-tinted bedroom lights, unmade beds, empty swimming pools at 3 am, sunrises on apartment rooftops, shelves of filled leatherbound notebooks, lightwash denim, half wiped off sharpies on skin, bruised knuckles on soft hands, blood pacts with best friends, freshly bleached hair, gentle forehead kisses, the smell of vanilla and tobacco b i o ☆ the child of two born again evangelical christians in the small town of new albany, ms, hennessey was brought into a world of devout religion and an “all american” mentality ☆ located in northern mississippi near the tallehatchie river, new albany had a population of just under 7,000 when hennessey was born. being in the bible belt of america, mississippi had a ruthless reputation for homophobia, transphobia, and racism. all things that hennessey was brought up surrounded by. ☆ her parents were through and through rednecks that tried to get their lives on track after her mother was knocked up at 19 [ thus her name… ahem ] ☆ the early years of her life were spent fully devoted the church, she was baptized at birth and was fully indoctrinated into her religion until her freshman year of highschool ☆ hennessey starting experiencing same gender attraction as early as she can remember, but never acted on anything until junior year. after a local high school party she found herself in the bedroom of the town preachers daughter. ☆ a whirlwind romance began, the two were inseparable and were thought to be the best of friends by everyone in town. but, when playing with fire, someone is bound to get burned. or the whole town can go up in flames, and that’s exactly what happened. ☆ the two were walked in on one night and it was enough to strike the match. all of new albany was disgusted and enraged; they wanted the rhodes family out of their town, even going so far as to claim that the devil had come in the form of the family to destroy the good people of mississippi. ☆ excommunicated by her family, she finished highschool at 18 and took of running as fast as she could. she bought the cheapest bus ticket she could afford, and landed on the couch of a local blues musician in nashville, tn. he took her in and taught her everything he knew about music and, by proxy, black culture. ☆ after leaving new albany, her worldview shifted foundationally. she’s been in and out of central booking on riot and protest charges, so she’s pretty much stuck doing this music thing due to her criminal record ☆ from the ages of 19 to 22 she spent between nashville, atlanta, brooklyn and detroit, playing music, going on benders, and getting between the sheets of as many girls as she could  [ she basically went on a rampage lol ] in the process she picked up a pretty gnarly coke habit that she’s still trying to shake. so she says, at least. ☆ she landed in new york where she finally started a semi-successful band and decided she wanted to start building a life n thats when she ended up here !! q u i c k  f a c t s ok imma try to wrap this up cus i know its getting long lol but n e wayz heres like a tl;dr summary ☆ grew up in a racist, homophobic, backwards town; was outed for being gay and hasn’t spoken to her parents since she was 18 ☆ she’s a v talented musician and her rising in capricorn makes her want to be successful as fuck, even if she has to do some shady shit to get there ☆ she started a band and their mild success landed her in brooklyn. she needs bandmates !! i purposely didn’t name the band so connections could help make it a #Band.... ehehe ☆  she’s a ride or die friend and 10000% one of the #boiz, you can usually find her doing some dumb shit with her best friends. once u have her loyalty, she’ll be by your side no matter what happens ☆ v flirty. like, will flirt until u invite her back to ur place only to bail and go hang with her bandmates lol. ☆ she finds it hard to open up [ i know… how fuckin CLICHE ] but all she wants is someone to actually hold her n tell her that its okay not to be okay ??? give me that soft gay shit ??? ☆ shes a lil bit of a player but only becus she’s bored. its never her intention to hurt someone but girls often get attached and her scorpio ass isn’t the best at letting em down easy ☆ once she left, hennessey basically tried to shed all trace of her hometown from her, but she has a slight mississippi twang to her accent that only comes out when she’s really mad or rly close with someone [ she hates it sm and hates when ppl comment on it lol ] ☆ she’s forever writing songs, like 9 times out of ten if u cant find her, shes prob holed up in her bedroom, cigarette in hand, writing some sappy shit about a girl she hooked up w after her latest show [ kiiiinda wanna do a plot w someone she’s super into but the person couldnt give less of a fck about her ?? like yes bithc we love a role reversal ]

um ya thats it i will def be developing her way more i know this is so shit but im tryin my best here plz dont read me if shit don’t add up. love yall hehe. also plz plot w her she needs besties and hookups and love interests !!

#hi??? um #pls plot w my queer bean hennessey #also invite me to ur discords #i still dk what that is but YES #ily all already #villageintro

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FIRST NAME jason but i don’t mind jayjay, or jace either. just don’t call me jay i don’t know what it is but i hate being called jay for whatever reason

STRANGE FACT ABOUT YOURSELF uuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh i’ve technically died twice? (and almost died a third time) once when i was two after getting really really sick from something that they still don’t know lmao, and once when i was nine on the day we came back from a holiday also from getting really really sick aaaaand the almost died time being in my first year of uni when i overdosed on ecstacy 

TOP THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU FIND ATTRACTIVE ON A PERSON hands, legs, and probably eyes

A FOOD YOU COULD EAT FOREVER AND NOT GET BORED OF sushi !! especially from my sister and i’s fav sushi place. i know theyre super american but i could eat Philadelphia rolls until the day i die and never ever get tired of them

A FOOD YOU HATE BELL PEPPERS!!

GUILTY PLEASURE super fucked up extreme cinema... i’ve watched salo 3 times lmfao 

WHAT DO YOU SLEEP IN usually t shirt and boxers, unless its FREEZING (i live in a basement) then i wear a hoodie and boxers

SERIOUS RELATIONSHIPS OR FLINGS serious relationships, although im very very happy being single right now lmfao

IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN THE PAST AND CHANGE ONE THING ABOUT YOUR LIFE, WOULD YOU AND WHAT WOULD IT BE uuuuuuuhhhhh probably go back to the time when i had initially dropped out of theatre school and just stayed and finished my final year so i didn’t go back the year later and eventually meet my “”ex”” (if you could even call him that) kjjdjskjsdf thats trauma baby!!!

ARE YOU AN AFFECTIONATE PERSON sometimes! more so verbally than anything else, i’m not much of a touchy person, i like hugs but i don’t really like cuddling or anything like that

A MOVIE YOU COULD WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN oh man theres so many!! reservoir dogs, a clockwork orange, full metal jacket, salo kjdjdkfjkf

FAVORITE BOOK oh man, filth by irvine welsh, flowers for algernon by daniel keyes, animal farm by george orwell 

YOU HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO KEEP ANY ANIMAL AS A PET, WHAT DO YOU CHOOSE A PIGGIE!!!!!!! or a sloth or a goat

TOP FIVE FICTIONAL SHIPS [IF YOU ARE AN RP BLOG, YOU CAN USE YOUR OWN SHIPS AS WELL] UUUH mister pink/mister brown - reservoir dogs ????? god i don’t know lmao

PIE OR CAKE CAKE!!!!!!!!!! CHEESECAKE!!!!!!!

FAVORITE SCENT whatever scent my candle that i have is that i ripped the label off and can no longer remember what it is

CELEBRITY CRUSH LEE PACE!!!! GOD i am just so mesmerized but his work?? and he’s someone i look up to so much as an actor myself, plus his smile is so GENUINE!! and he’s done so much for the environment and for the queer community sdjksdkjsjsdjks i love him so much. i wish i could have seen him in angels in america on broadway back in 2018 fuck. 

IF YOU COULD TRAVEL ANYWHERE, WHERE WOULD YOU GO I really want to visit every province that i haven’t been to yet before I die. (I live in Ontario and I’ve only been to Quebec & Manitoba so I have a bit to go lol) especially the northern territories and the eastern provinces (I really hope to work at neptune theatre in nova scotia one day), aaaand my best friend sammi and i were supposed to go to mexico this year but ..... yeah. AND ALSO I’D LIKE TO GO TO UTAH TO SEE @eatingthem <3

INTROVERT OR EXTROVERT a little bit of both?? it really depends on the situation, im definitely more of an extrovert once you get to know me, honestly.  

DO YOU SCARE EASILY depends on the situation, i get nervous about confrontation sometimes... real life things tend to scare me the most. my two biggest fears are cults and pandemics.. ..... . . . . . so you know how i’ve been feeling lately 

IPHONE OR ANDROID i’ve been using iphones since i was 14 (so almost 10 years) and even though realistically i know that androids are better i probably will never ever switch over lmfao 

DO YOU PLAY ANY VIDEO GAMES i play the sims 4 (i have almost all the expansion packs and what not) i play GTAV sometimes but my xbox is super old and sometimes the game disc thingy doesn’t want to open. i play some indie games on steam also, all the roller coaster tycoons, emily is away 1 & 2, dream daddy. 

DREAM JOB  I’ve done quite a bit of work in my field (theatre) since graduating, and its really surreal. i’ve wanted to do theatre since i was 13 and actually starting to work and get paid for doing what i love was insane !! and i had quite a bit of new work lined up before this outbreak happened. i would like to do more jobs on the tech side and costume side of the theatre because all ive really done so far is acting, directing and playwrighting, and i hope to get back into everything soon... it’s been rough. 

WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH A MILLION DOLLARS get an apartment with my best friend and probably save the rest, and invest in finally opening my queer shakespeare theatre company that ive wanted to for a while now.

FICTIONAL CHARACTER YOU HATE oh my god? uuuuhhhhhhh, jeez thats hard. i honestly can’t think of anyone off the top of my head jksdsjkdfjksdfsjdkf

FANDOM THAT YOU WERE ONCE A PART OF BUT AREN’T ANY LONGER i used to write mister pink (reservoir dogs), quicksilver (xmen), jd (heathers), trevor (gta), iago (shakespeare), oliver (call me by your name), lito (sense 8) ...... uh, i cant remember who else off the top of my head? a lot of those fandoms i’m still apart of, i just dont write in anymore

#( ooc tag. ) #hello everyone #even tho im not here im still here <33

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Toontown

                    Rumble

It was cool morning the breeze was beautiful upon. My face I got up had breakfast and went out it was nice little village the people were caring and helpful to one another that afternoon after I had my lunch Lucas came in a hurry whats wrong Lucas I replied Dawn you've just received this letter through your letterbox an uknown person was there don't know the person never seen him but he had ears like a dog or a cat I'm. Not sure I have to check it be careful Dawn don't worry Lucas everything is fine Toontown wasn't far from here maybe a few hrs away its in Hollywood part of LA I live on the Northern Side of LA I went back to the house to find out about the letter I picked it up read it I looked it was a threat if I ever came to toontown I would be killed since the old judge died that's what the story says but rumours say he's still alive and well it's ran by a toon Mafia more sinister then the judge it was a right time to investigate the town Lucas came in what is it Dawn looked at Lucas its nothing just a party invitation ho Lucas said do you want an escort no no Lucas I be fine on my own no need to have a bodyguard to protect me but you do need one since the old judge died and everything changed to bad Lucas I'll be fine OK but call me if anything comes up or if you Land in any danger will do. 

It was roughly about 3hr dive from my house to Hollywood LA

That'll be $128 OK here you go thanx damn expensive taxi there it was everything around me Eddie Valiants office before his retirement the old pub where the weasels and the judge tried to repremend Roger Rabbit then came the ink and paint club it had changed since then it was reverished inside and out looked more modern time to look at the Acme Factory the famous dip machine I went in looked around only to find someone cleaning it what's going on here I thought this was supposed to be Acme Factory it was the guy said now its a cinema where we put on all the old WB and Disney cartoons I didn't like change all that much but this change was big I wonder where the old judge was if he was dead then there's no way of telling him what's happening to the factory so I wanted to find answers and fast so I went across the road and saw a cute little cafe ran by toons and went in what it'll be missy missy I said my names Dawn and I wouldike a soda OK here you go thanks also where is the old judge they all ran in fear 😱 please help me I need your help on locating him I need his help well you can't he's dead he got dipped by his. Own creation survers him right 

Dipped so does that mean he was a toon himself what did they call him yes he was a toon they used to call him Judge Doom so Doom his is name she looked out the window he can't be dead surely after the cafe I went to find an hotel for the night that'll be $898 for the night no for three weeks ho OK thanks it was hard. To sleep that night knowing what judge Doom looked like her mind was racing if he was hot 🔥 the sun came up over LA I was still asleep until I heard a knock at the door hello who is it I replied this is the police we want you to come down town with us OK let. Me get dressed come as you are wait In my dressing gown I look like a right idiot don't worry mam there plenty of idiots where we're going oh great and I'm one of them did you threaten anyone in the cafe huh what no I was asking what had happened to everything like the factory doom don't ever mention that name why not he's a very bad man you mean was or he is meaning he's still alive but someone told me that a toon mafia is doing bad things in toon Town I'm I correct who told you this my friend Lucas well he's wrong no one has ever set foot in toontown for over 65 years wait what are you serious 65 years without doom yes and we don't need him again in our city he did a lot of nasty stuff to our town he tried to destroy toontown Really 😲 yes can I go now yes and remember doom is dead and finished I walked with big sigh of relief 😌 thank god that's over now I can get dressed but all of a sudden I was grabbed by two mafia like men toons I didn't know take her to toontown she knows about doom we'll kill her ho no 😱 

But a guy in a black suit saw the mafia a followed them let me go now you piece of Dog crap take her there I didn't know what or where this place was but it sure wasn't friendly put her there well how are we today Im OK I guess good we've heard you sopping around talking about an old fool called doom he's a judge not a fool I bet he was more intelligent then you guys put together he was until his own creation destroyed him unfortunately no one is going to save you not even that ol doom fellow you know why no one wants you then an arm reached out and protected me what the there was a fight I had a chance to escape I went through the window but was long way from the bottom oh S**t agghh I landed on some bags of rubbish great I didn't even know who that was who saved me I just ran I looked back he might need help so I went back to help him then there was huge explosion 💣 💥 ho no he's dead I was upset that I didn't even get to know who my savior was I didn't know where I was I could find my way out I Was lost and scared this time there was no one around to help me this time all of a sudden a wild dog 🐶 came aggressive with Teeth baring and ready to pounce on me then there was a breeze of wind someone grabbed me took me away let me go he put me down its not safe here you shouldn't be here yes I was kidnapped 🆗 I was taken by the The guy replied toon mafia he how did you know about them I used to run toontown did a lot of robberies and bad stuff in my time even murders ho no please don't hurt me I'm not going to hurt you you're safe with me then tell me your name I really want to know and please come into the light please I can't please you did save my life so I should know the guy who saved my life please the guy came into the light wow yyyour beautiful it was love at first sight thanks tell me your name  🆗 it's Doom Judge Doom 🤯 your thee judge doom you hot 🔥 in slightly attracted to you ho god doom looked at her in a weird way well don't look at me like that cause I'm not interested but Dawn crossed a line she grabbed him and missed him so passionately which he didn't stop 🛑 what the hell was that that was a kiss 😘 where two people like each other they kiss and be happy 😊 I'm I happy 😊 not really you look 😡 but that's what people do when they've saved someone is they fall in love doom looked at her in 🤯 love 😍 what is love 😍 it's romantic feeling emotions builds up I've always wanted to know what it feels like don't you huh no can you leave me alone please Dawn was a bit upset  🆗 fine you don't need me so bye see ya god women but doom didn't relise until it was too late that she didn't know where she was going damn it doom said Dawn wait up what is you don't need me so why don't you just do  1⃣ you're lost arnt you why do you think 🤔 that because you do look lost iam please help he took her back to his place this a nice place it's very roomy have you had anyone girlfriends no one you've Had girlfriend I've already got one ho really yup doom replied that's good feeling a bit hurt doom looked at her do you have a boyfriend who me yes you there's no one else here is there ho no I don't have one not found the right guy yet or maybe he doesn't exist yet looking down at her feet feeling a upset I better leave she might be coming to stay I don't wanna keep you so ill see you doom looked at her he knew he lied about him having a relationship with a girl but he didn't want to admit it dawn I haven't been truthful to you how do you mean I don't have a girl dawn looked at him I didn't want you think I'm an idiot if I didn't he looked down she touched his face 😔 stroked it then kissed him on the mouth youre sweet and cute doom was 🤯 but then he kissed her back they went up to the room and slept 

The next morning she woke up saw doom Was asleep she kissed him on the cheek a smile ☺ came on his face she snuggled with him she kept nuzzling him the there was knock at the door who's that I don't know stay there doom went down it was the mafia toons they talked to doom about dawn we need to know you haven't got her up there I havent doom looked and mouthed at me to hide so I did underneath a window ledge so you haven't seen her nope never I would have killed her myself dawn was 🤯 but why didn't he kill me then looks like the coast is clear thank you for your coparation doom let's go Boyz she was hanging on the ledge ho no doom caught her are you OK you arse what what did I do you would have killed me I didn't mean it I Wass making a conversation with them to save you you should be grateful I did ho yeah like you with your  gun 🔫 and you killed people anyway  that was long time ago 

Yeah right  please don't go I need you dawn turned what did you say I need you dawn looked at doom she hugged him I'm so sorry 🙏 she started to cry  😢 please forgive me doom replied I do they botched kissed each other until dawn phone rang it was Lucas are you OK I'm fine Lucas what's wrong its your mom what's wrong with her she doesn't have much time she's dying dawn looked 🤯 ho no she fell to the floor crying this all my fault doom sat beside her it's not your fault you weren't to know he hugged her he planned to take her back home come on ill take you back they both got out of toontown safely but everyone was scared but doom had more on his mind trying to get Dawn home to say her goodbyes to her mom they both got into his car and he drove for 3hrs to get her home safely there that's the house they both ran in together Lucas came that's judge doom what's he doing here it's ok he's with me it's kinda of a long story where's mom right in here Dawn looked at doom please be here with me I cant do it on my own I be with no matter what come on hi mom shes not been responsive for the past eight hours now doctor came in to keep checking on her but there was no Improvement doom put his hand on dawns she put her head to his chest which made her feel vulnerable at that time the doctor nodded then said I'm  so sorry she's gone dawn hugged doom crying her eyes out doom had no choice he started to cry as well sshhh it'll be  🆗 later that day dawn was sat on a hill with tears in her eyes doom came up to see if she was OK are you OK 🆗 my dear she sighed ill. Miss her she teached me everything I need to know like basic life we had fun we had arguments but we pulled through now I don't what to do anymore doom plucked up the courage well you have me now in you life we'll keep that way forever she looked at him with a smile and hugged him hey doom what do you think about kids doom looked at her in 😲 they're nice I guess they're fun when they want to be I want kids someday not yet cause we need to get married first it'll bee great you'd be a great father anyway she layed on her back looked at him with seductive look of cource ill. Marry you they both kissed each other and hugged now you have a girlfriend 

The end 

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FIRST NAME jen!!

STRANGE FACT ABOUT YOURSELF my mouth is smol so i have one (1) vampire tooth it’s pretty sick

TOP THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU FIND ATTRACTIVE ON A PERSON hair, eyes, legs

A FOOD YOU COULD EAT FOREVER AND NOT GET BORED OF cheezits...........

A FOOD YOU HATE sunflower seeds

GUILTY PLEASURE ice cream at midnight

WHAT DO YOU SLEEP IN t-shirt and pajama pants but sometimes.....sometimes i take the pants off at night

SERIOUS RELATIONSHIPS OR FLINGS serious relationships!!

IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN THE PAST AND CHANGE ONE THING ABOUT YOUR LIFE, WOULD YOU AND WHAT WOULD IT BE probably would’ve told myself to fucking suck it up and just get my license already lmao

ARE YOU AN AFFECTIONATE PERSON i think so yeah!!  at the moment i do a lot verbal affection but i’m open to cuddling when i don’t feel gross

A MOVIE YOU COULD WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN murder on the orient express, the adventures of tintin (i have in fact watched that movie many times)

FAVORITE BOOK anything by agatha christie, dread journey by dorothy b hughes is also pretty good

YOU HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO KEEP ANY ANIMAL AS A PET, WHAT DO YOU CHOOSE chinchilla or baby goat

TOP FIVE FICTIONAL SHIPS [IF YOU ARE AN RP BLOG, YOU CAN USE YOUR OWN SHIPS AS WELL] fish/harmony, riley/emmett, chef/clarisse, riley/quinn, abigail/haley

PIE OR CAKE mmmmmmmm yes

FAVORITE SCENT vanilla cinnamon yum

CELEBRITY CRUSH ellen page

IF YOU COULD TRAVEL ANYWHERE, WHERE WOULD YOU GO i would like to go to ohio............for reasons

INTROVERT OR EXTROVERT i used to think i was an introvert but i’m proving to be more extroverted?  i just show it different (i.e. online)

DO YOU SCARE EASILY oh yeah i freak out a lot

IPHONE OR ANDROID iphone my family is an apple family

DO YOU PLAY ANY VIDEO GAMES animal crossing baby!!  and stardew

DREAM JOB i’d love to write some books some day, or publish them, or be a librarian

WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH A MILLION DOLLARS save a lot, get an apartment with the gf, get a pibble

FICTIONAL CHARACTER YOU HATE joker, harley quinn deserves to be w plant wife

FANDOM THAT YOU WERE ONCE A PART OF BUT AREN’T ANY LONGER uhhhhhhhhh i used to be a weeb and now i’m less?

#cometogethcr #( ooc ) jen b talkin #//bonjour