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How many hair styles can you picture vinnie having?
Oh anon, you spoil me so! Did you see me talking in tags about his hair? It's long, I'm putting it under read more
Well, first of all, we HAVE to include his pompadour, of course. Although my mind has completely switched to another hairstyle I can't just ignore it, and I do sometimes still use it in my head. Fun fact, when I do it I usually give it to his younger teen/teen self. I do in fact have a whole timeline of his hair.
Second, the one that I do imagine him having all the time with. The let down hair, just simple straight hair, though as I have mentioned before I headcanon it reaching his waist. While his hair is straight by all means, I imagine it being kinda... puffed out? That's probably not the best word to desciribe it, but that's all I have. Me no know English :(. Like... not sticking to his face or body mostly, a little away. That's the hair he has currently, as in, as an adult.
Okay, so, a ponytail. I don't actually like ponytails, usually, so for the longest time I didn't put one on him, but quite recently I have finally came up with a design that I'm pleased with. Even better, I came up with three, which I don't know how to describe ';-;. One is this kinda low ponytail that is really diagonal (hey, we're going with anime hair rules here, okay?), second is a very normal one that is in the middle, and the third one is sort of high ponytail, but it's also a very thin one. I kinda just make his hair less thick for this one oh 😭 which is, by the way, considered a crime.
Okay, fourth one is this... kinda ponytail but only with... small amount of hair... ugh *googles stuff* okay, well, I can't find it but I need it, so here, that's what I mean:
Smh, I have to do everything myself 😤. Well, this one is all in all very similiar to the second one so it just kinda naturally exists, but I like it :]. Though I usually use it on Vinnie in different aus then my "primal" human au, just for a difference. Like for example for my fnaf au, yeah, that exists now.
Fifth, a braid. Though this one is rather exlusive. I mean by that he himself never does that, but the girls (mainly Minka and maybe Zoe?) like braiding his hair sometimes.
Have more? Oh yes I do. The short hair hairstyles. They are like alternatives because, again, I use long hair with him. The hair timeline? The hair time line. So I headcanon that his very first 'proper' hairstyle (as in he had enough hair for it to be called a hairstyle lol), when he was like really young, was I once again don't know the name, if it even has a name, but I mean something that looks like that:
Damn, why it so big. Thanks Bertholdt (I love him.) Now, the next one in the timeline between that and the pompadour is simply him having those straight hair that I have mentioned earlier but much shorter, shoulder-lenght. Sort of, but not quite, like the young Vinnie was shown to have had in the show.
Okay, so uhh that was long. Those are the main ones I personally imagine him have more or less. It's hard to answer with just a number as you can see, because does the braid count in the context I described? And if I mainly imagine him with long hair does the short hair stuff count? But those are basically most of my thoughts on that. But really I can imagine him with pretty much everything, especially if one of the girls is experimanting with that.
I have also a few times imagined him with Hatsune Miku hairstyle?? Mostly for fun, it just came to me because he had those long hair and their hair aren't THAT different when it comes to color.
Too long?
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�� Childhood and ☼ Appearance for Boba Fett please!
Of course and thank you for the ask!
▼ Childhood
Boba Fett’s childhood was split between time spent with father and without him.
Jango never hid the truth from the boy about his origin, nor the desire to make him the future best bounty hunter. Because of that, Boba understood father’s harshness during their trainings and worked very hard to meet his high expectations. There was time for training and proper education but also for games and fun whenever Jango had a time between one mission or another.
Boba cherished every single moment they spent together because he knew that sooner than later Jango will go again for the hunt, leaving him alone with guardian droid. When Jango is off the planet, Boba does not see many living beings. He does not hang out with clone troopers or commandos; it’s pointless, after all they are made for different purposes. He may be a lonely boy, but loneliness is a part of bounty hunter’s life and he prefer it over any clone, really.
He has many books to keep him occupy after all. Books that his father allowed him to have but do not like reading aloud (but does everytime Boba asked, even though Jango hates reading with passion). And fine, reading is hard, always was for him since Boba could remember, letters not always makes sense, but he is doing better with passing time. Beside books, day after day Taun We comes to see if he needs anything (he needs only father to return but he never speak out loud, he will be the best hounty hunter in he whole galaxy, saying such thing was a weakness he couldn’t afford) and stays for a bit. Sometimes she is telling him about her new project or how clone troopers progress with their training. Sometimes she asks about Jango, when he is coming back. Sometimes they talk about books Boba is currently reading. She never stays with him too long but he likes her anyway.
Then, from time to time he is training in fighting stimulator or on open platform during rainy nights, all under the guidance of Walon Vau, the most trusted Mandalorian warrior that fulfills his father's duties to Kaminoans and other sarges when Jango is not present. It is not the same like training with father, but it is better than siiting alone in empty home. Better than endless loneliness. Beside, Vau is never asking him about feelings, never tell about other clones. He set the expectations high, he challenges him, demands the perfection. Boba hates him and like for that and trusts everything will be alright. Trusts, once the father will come back, he will see how much of progress Boba did under old sarge’s watchful eyes. Hopes that Vau is gonna tell Jango how hard working, skilled is his son so Jango could be proud of him even more.
It was matter of time, before Jango will come back to home and everything will come back to normality. Boba never worried about his dad. After all Jango Fett was the best bounty hunter and once he promised to return soon, he always keep the promise.
Boba Fett’s childhood was split between time spent with father and without him.Until the day his father did not return. With his death, the childhood ended for good and loneliness became his only constant companion.
☼ Appearance:
Jango Fett’s clones were genetically modified to the most optimal possibilities. Thanks to the changes made by Kaminoans, all clones were faster and stronger than normal human being. All were made solid, massive, shoulders wide.
As the only non-modified clone of Jango, Boba was different, smaller, less muscular. At the same time, he wasn’t looking exactly like Jango in his youth, because Jango grew up on harsh Concod Dawn - even though his father was one of Journeyman Protector, his family wasn’t really rich, so Jango didn’t always ha a chance to eat as much as he would like to. Because of that childhood experience, Jango made sure his son would never be deprived of proper food (unless it was survival training, then Boba must take care of himself alone).
So, Boba was slimmer than other clones but heavier, much more physically healthier than Jango ever was at his age. The long hours of training made his body strong and muscular, but it was the speed and endurance that mattered the most for Boba. Yet it’s not the shape of body that made him stand out the most from other clones but his shoulder-length hair. Keeping them that long was unpractical, but Boba as a kid liked to kept them like that. Partially, because clone troopers weren’t allowed to have long hair and he liked such freedom of choice, doesn’t matter how little the choice meant. Partially, because he was afraid to look like other clones. He had never doubt that his father would always recognize him in the crowd of clones, but it felt nice to have material sign he looks different than millions copies of Jango Fett.
After father’s death, the lenght of hair meant little to nothing. Since then, only practical solutions were the right ones, so Boba cut his hair and keep them that way for all the years that came after Geonosis.
Now, Boba has many scars on the whole body and his skin is so pale, almost unhealthy, because he rarely takes off his helmet. His body is still less muscular, thinner than any clone troopers, even the face does not look the same as their. But so does not look like Jango either. Mainly because his father died young, when Boba is twice his age now.
#star wars#my headcanons#headcanon meme#boba fett#jango fett#how one talk about one without mentioning the other? XD#thank you for the ask it was fun to write!#i have this headcanon that jango#is dyslexic and since boba is the pure copy of him#he also has problems with reading#but jango was capable of helping him with the problem from the start so he is doing better than jango#who never get the chance to work on that problem due to trauma and lack of time to study / getting proper education
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Munday Meme
@guilty-love sent;
✸ Tell us about any NPCs on your blog. Who are they to your muse? What do they contribute to your blog?
It’s always fun to come up with new NPCs! Recently I added Stacy Evans to the list, even though I had the idea of her character already in my mind, but never developed it enough.
So, here we go: (Under a Read More for lenght)
Stacy Evans: There’s already a separate post on Stacy, but I’ll talk a little about her anyway. She’s basically a ‘Regina George’ for the teen verse, basically. She torments everyone who she deems ‘inferior’ to her social status and is often butting heads with Sissel and her friends. The captain of the baseball team, Brad Philips is always following her around like a puppy dog, doing her dirty work. I plan to make her have a comeback as an adult, where she’ll still be a pain the ass for Yomiel and Sissel, as once she sees how sucessful and handsome Yomiel has become as an adult compared to the awkward nerd she remembers from high school, tries to seduce him.
Brad Philips: He’s the captain of the baseball team and Yomiel’s main tormentor. He loves bullying the nerds, but specially Yomiel in particular. He is the typical douchebag of the school. He used to have a crush on Sissel and tried to get her to date him, but she refused all his advances. Now he just follows Stacy around, doing her dirty work. He beats people up for fun, likes to hummiliate others and is a huge troublemaker. Despite this he is quite popular and has a lot of admirers. Sissel is always trying to protect Yomiel from him and his friends.
Tamara: Yomiel’s mom. She never made an appearance on threads (much like the rest) but she can be mentioned in a lot of them. There’s an entire post about her and her background. She has a problem with alcohol addiction and depression. She seems to love her son and Yomiel loves her back, but is frustrated with her addiction and her neglection towards him because of the drinks. She dies later on, when Yomiel is already an adult. Yomiel loved his mother, but he has a lot of conflicted feelings towards her, mainly because he still kinda resents her for never giving up her addiction to take better care of him, although he also blames his father for her death.
Yomiel’s father (unnamed): Yomiel’s father is a douchebag and you can read about him in the previous post about Yomiel’s mother. It seems he’s not an entirely bad person either, as he seems to love his new family, however, his neglect and abuse towards Yomiel and his mother makes him a very unsympathetic character, as he seems to have no regrets about abandoning them to their own luck. He probably will never make a physical appearance on threads, but will occasionally be mentioned. Yomiel seems to have a great resentment and hatred towards him and he even got revenge on his father in the bad timeline.
Sissel’s mother (unnamed): Sissel’s mother has died long ago, when Sissel was still an infant, so Sissel doesn’t remember her. She wears her late mother’s red scarf in her memory. Even if Sissel doesn’t remember her, she seems to be really fond of her mother’s memory and wish she could have met her. There’s still not a lot of info about her mother, other than she was probably a teacher and this probably influenced Sissel’s choice of career too. And the fact she was probably Norwegian or of Norwegian descent, giving that her daughter’s name ‘Sissel’ is a female norwegian name.
Sissel’s father (unnamed): This is a NPC I have to work on because he is VERY important to Sissel and Yomiel. After his wife’s death, he took care of Sissel alone and never married again out of respect and grief for his late wife. He was a very good and hard-working man and always took good care of Sissel and was very supportive of her. He also liked Yomiel a lot and treated him like a son, often helping him when he needed, knowing of his poor familial condition. He was like a father figure to Yomiel, an ideal father figure in his mind. However, he died a month before the Temsik incident due to an illness, which left Sissel in a deep state of depression, which was what also caused her demise, along with Yomiel’s sudden death not so long after (in the bad timeline, of course).
Java: The kitten given to Yomiel by Saito ( @psyncin-in-the-restrain)
Sisselcat: May occasionally appear as an NPC in some threads, specially if they involve Shard.
There’s still A LOT of NPCs I want to come up with! Like the group of nerds Yomiel probably hang out during school (and his nerd friends, cause I think even if he was unpopular, he could have at least a few nerd friends who he would talk to, not really as a close friend, but at least have some good interactions with.) and Sissel’s bff (the girl she would probably babble about her crush on Yomiel) and the other guys who were interested in Sissel (and weren’t such douchebags like Brad) who Yomiel would definitely feel some jealously and some other minor students that had some contact with them.
The teen verse alone needs a lot of NPCs and I also still need to work deeper on Sissel’s father and his background and there’s also the NPCs I need to work on for the Kid Verse but I’ll be adding them to the blog as have more ideas for them :v
#AnaLee Speaks | Out of Character#AnaLee Answers | Asks#guiltylove#Munday meme#alcohol tw#alcoholism tw#alcohol mention tw
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@ligaratus asked me for Superman recommendations, which presents the rare opportunity that someone other than my girlfriend has provoked me to pull out my extensive knowledge of great Silver Age (1956 - 1969) Superman stories. Now, Superman has been in publication nonstop since 1938, but if we're being realistic, if you want the best of the best with the character, you're just going to be reading that decade of comics from beginning to end, but here are my highlights:
Action Comics #162 (November 1951) - "It!": Superman fends off a seemingly incomprehensible fourth-dimensional entity. This one gives a solid basis for what Silver Age Superman is like, in that he lives in a world where hes already taken extensive measures in making it a better place, and so you really arent going to see him fending off the various forces of evil, but rather do increasingly weird and complex problem solving. Of course that sort of status quo gets us to now, where the only half-decent Superman villains are Lex Luthor, Brainiac, Bizarro...Mr. Mxyzptlk...Metallo...?...yeah.
Superman #76 (May 1952) - "The Mightiest Team in The World": This one is a pretty easy recommendation, as it's the very first team-up between Superman and Batman. Even though we had been getting Superman and Batman stories since World's Finest Comics started publishing in 1941, we had never gotten a story starring both of them until a decade later. This one is mainly interesting for historical reasons, but I'm not going to mention any more stories involving DC characters outside of the Superman mythos starting now.
Superman #101 (November 1955) - "The Rainbow Doom": Superman has a rainbow stuck around his body that causes whatever physical objects in his close proximity to turn to glass. This one is pretty solid because it's an early example of how engage in incredibly preposterous hoaxes to get the edge in an ongoing battle, which is to say that this is a story that involves Superman tricking everyone into thinking he's turned Lois Lane into glass i.e. killed her as one of the steps that allows him to win.
Adventure Comics #247 (April 1958) - "The Legion of Super-Heroes": This isnt a Superman story, rather a SuperBOY story. Which is to say that Superman started his heroic adventures as a child in Smallville. Anyhow, I motherfucking LOVE the Legion of Super-Heroes. This story is their first appearance, and essentially they're a club of children from the 30th century that love and adore Superboy, and go back in time to put him through arbitrary trials to see if he's cool enough to hang out with them, which they intentionally sabotage, because these are the shenanigans that elementary schoolers frequently engage in. I'm not going to bring up any other Legion appearances here because honestly I'd say read every Silver Age Legion story.
Action Comics #242 (July 1958) - "The Super-Duel in Space": This is the first appearance of Brainiac, and he's a great science fiction/horror concept of a super-intellegent computer that must learn everything and shrinks down organisms so as to extensively study them, that also just happens to fight Superman on a regular basis. This is also the first appearance of the Bottled City of Kandor, the last piece of Kryptonian civilization, and it presents one of the great dilemmas of the Silver Age, in that Superman cant figure out how to restore it in size.
Action Comics #252 (May 1959) - "The Supergirl of Krypton!": This is the first appearance of Supergirl, and she's going to occupy a similar niche as the Legion of Super-Heroes on account of the fact that I have an intense love for the character and am not going to mention any more stories involving the character because then I'd have to mention all of them.
Superman #129 (May 1959) - "The Girl in Superman's Past!": Clark reminisces about a girl he was in love with in college, Lori Lemaris, which makes the third ongoing love interest of his following Lois Lane and Lana Lang. The difference being that Lori is a mermaid from Atlantis.
Action Comics #254 (July 1959) - "The Battle With Bizarro!": This is the first appearance of Bizarro, there's not much more to it.
Superman #141 (November 1960) - "Superman's Return to Krypton!": Superman travels through the time barrier and ends up being stuck on Krypton and struggling to find a way back before it explodes; basically one of the great tragic stories of this era.
Superman's Pal Jimmy Olsen #48 (November 1960) - "The Mystery of The Tiny Supermen!": Jimmy Olsen's solo series is ANOTHER case of me having to restrain myself from mentioning every issue, but this is a special case for introducing an important part of the mythos, the Superman Emergency Squad, which is where a group from Kandor all dress up like Superman and do his regular duties while he's incapacitated.
Superman #143 (February 1961) - “Bizarro Meets Frankenstein!”: Now THIS is a great Bizarro story. Bizarro sees in a television broadcast that Frankenstein’s Monster is referred to as “The World’s Scariest Monster” and seeing as that title should belong to him, he decides to do something about it. Which manifests in Superman having to protect the actor that plays the Monster from Bizarro.
Superman #147 (August 1961) - “The Legion of Super-Villains!”: I know I said I wouldn’t mention the Legion again but I’ll make an exception for here, where Lex Luthor travels to the future to get the assistance of their counterpart team.
Superman #149 (November 1961) - “The Death of Superman!”: This is the first Imaginary Story I’m bringing up i.e. one that isn’t “canon”. As much as I’m not a giant fan of this incarnation of Lex Luthor, I can’t deny that this is the character at his very best. Luthor pretends to have finally reformed so as to get an opportunity to get in close to Superman and kill him, which he actually does, leaving the rest of the world to pick up the pieces.
Superman #156 (October 1962) - “The Last Days of Superman!”: All the wacky shenanigans I’ve already written own aside, this is without any doubt the best single-issue Superman story ever written. Superman is infected with Virus X from Krypton and given 30 days to live, and spends that time carrying out all the missions he planned to officially make the world a better place. The moment where he carves his final words into the Moon?
Action Comics #300 (May 1963) - “Under The Red Sun!”: This is another great tragic story. The Superman Revenge Squad (I’m not getting into them after talking at lenght about Comet) sends Superman into the year 1,000,000 A.D., with him being unable to return to the past on account of how the now red sun has stripped him of his powers.
Gets me every fucking time.
Action Comics #293 (October 1962) - “The Secret Origin of Supergirl’s Super-Horse!”: Yeah I just wanted to take this opportunity to talk about what is undoubtedly the strangest comic book character I have ever seen, Comet the Super-Horse. He was first introduced as one of the Superpets, a legacy that got started with Krypto the Super-Dog, but here we, uh. Learn that Comet was actually a centaur named Biron from ancient Greece who was accidently turned into a horse by Circe who tried to make up for it by giving him the powers of “ Jove, Mercury, Athena, and Neptune”, and then he’s sent into the distant future (our present) and outer space by an evil wizard. Also sometimes a comet comes by the Earth that turns him into a complete human with amnesia that goes on to date Supergirl even though most of the time he’s a horse that she owns. Yeah. Any time someone tries to bring up how weird comics are without knowing who Comet is, they ain’t seen shit yet.
Superman #162 (July 1963) - “The Amazing Story of Superman-Red and Superman-Blue!”: This is probably the most famous Imaginary Story, with Superman being fed up that he can’t solve all the world’s problems, so he uses a machine to increase his intelligence that ends up splitting him into two separate Supermen that are now capable of doing everything Superman wanted. Also one marries Lois and one marries Lana. It’s great.
Action Comics #304 (September 1963) - “The Interplanetary Olympics!”: This one is pretty simple, Superman is chosen as Earth’s representative in the Interplanetary Olympics where it seems everyone is stronger than he is.
Superman #164 (October 1963) - “The Showdown Between Luthor and Superman!”: Another simple one; Superman and Lex Luthor engage in a boxing match on a planet with a red sun.
Superman #167 (February 1964) - “The Team of Luthor and Brainiac!”: Says it in the title.
Superman’s Girlfriend Lois Lane #51 (August 1964) - “The Three Wives of Superman!”: Last Imaginary Story, and this one’s a doozy. Superman marries and becomes widowed to Lois Lane, Lana Lang, and Lori Lemaris in a quick succession.
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ROTTMNT: Human AU, some design HCs and random HC
@bootyyshaker9000 This is so long i'm so sorry i just gonna make a post about it i don't wanna flow your dms or anything, so I wrote this down in paper and in spanish so forgive me if my english is shitty and it took so damn long, btw HI!!!~ How you doing honey?
My Heart Ache a Lot (cuzhessopreciousicantbrah)
~ My son Mikey I can't let anybody hurt you. (Btw, Leon call him Miguelito). He struggles a little with puberty, mostly with ocasional acne. His brothers constantly remind him of being careful to not get scars from pinching the pimples obsessively.
~ MIXED BRAH U CANT' TELL ME OTHER WISE, 1/2 cups of african-american and 1/2 cups of latino spice and PUFF yOU GOT CINNAMON ROLL THAT COULD ACTUALLY KILL YOU.
~ Cocoa skin (with that yellow undertone, you know?). Thin hair, curly, natural and the most bouncy-est(?) hair, a little above the chin lenght, tied up in a bun when he's busy making art.
~ Button nose, surrounded by some freckles. With really big, almond eyes. His face gets pinkish when it's to damn hot, he's doing to much work or is REALLY angry.
~ I think I gotta bring up how nice his smile is, he got that smile, that shows up just his upper teeth row, the upper lip disappears and it goes way up his cheeks and then it sinks in his dimples. Art.
~ Mikey ain't that young but his height, complexion and even facial features makes him look a lot younger in comparison to his brothers, he could be like 25 and ppl would still think he's in highschool, never aging ppl.
~Had this beautiful dreads, with the tips colored differently once in a while. Now he's growing his hair to have larger dreads, so he can paint em a different color each and have em in high up-do, like a rubberband ball.
~ Mikey would wear every fucking color, get the fuck away with toxic masculinity p l e a s e. Fits anything 10/10. But loves sports clothing (Matching ones are the BEST) he find's it refreshing and really comfy since Miguel is really active, so if he's needs to go usain bolt he GOES OFF and you can imagine sneakers don't last with him. Probably, every single piece of clothing he owns has at least a minor stain from some sort of paint.
~Wears headbands, sometimes really neat designs and then straight out "what the hell is this vomit stain garbage Mikey?" (from Donnie, mostly).
~ Has fake piercings. He's got several in his ears. He wants to have em for real, older brothers just keep telling him that "when he gets older".
Plus: We all know how the turtles are sneaky sneaky, tricky tricky and rad skillyz skillyz being ninjas but in this human AU his brothers got nothing on him like he's flexible as hell, he comes down the stairs like the exorcist bitch or that other bitch on the ring and scares the shit out of Leon and Raph, can touch his calfs with his neck that kind of stuff. And he doesn't run, he travels back to 1955 to save Marty McFly ass.
Leonardo DABinci
~ Not so long ago I made a post about how Leon is a Latino, quote:
"I can clearly see how Leon is totally a Latino. Like: thick wavy hair, with really small monolid eyes, and medium light skin (latinos know what the hell i'm talking about, those kids that get told they have "ojos de chinito" and rock the neapolitan tanning: caramel where the sunlight hits, milky way where it doesn't and pink when it's too much sun for the day) and then Donnie is this asian™ bean, so, sometimes they are mistaken as blood related brothers (Mostly cuz the eyez) and the stripes are the tanning y'all."
~ In addition, recently someone WOKE™ me up and reveled to me as in a prophecy, that Leon is Half-Chilenian, Half-Argentinian.
~ TBH yall, i just want my boy to do his thing and do them Fornite dances while some dope ass cumbias are playing, this is straight up my dream for real.
~Leon got those damn thick eyebrows more than Raph, plucks em to give em shape.
~Has a lot of scars. Leon is very active as Miguel but he is a troublemaker. Got several scars from fights: face, knees, knuckles, arms, legs. And that one time he came running to get his juice, slipped and smashed into the stove glass.
~Has wavy thick hair, keeps the top messy and fluffy and the rest shorter, undercut typo.
~LEON. USES. GLASSES. Period. But don't use em regulary, mainly cuz he's so active and sometimes clumsy and would rather not buy glasses everytime he goes out.
(Donnie, probably): "Leon, why don't you use your glasses? You are making your eyes even smaller trying to read that sign"
(Dumbo): "No, no! que dices weon? I only need the glasses when i'm reading!"
~Loves stripes in his clothing. In any shape and thickness.
~Low-key uses Donnie button up shirts because he does think Donnie looks so well in em, but he's a little more broad than him (Thicc bacc, bicc arms) so he had tear some up, or pop a button or too.
~Guy who would wear anything and don't give a shit if he doesn't have a defined style. One day he's with that graphic tee, flashy bermudas and some sandals and the other day using some jeans, saggy big sweater, a beret and some fine boots.
~ Loves boots more than sneakers. Got good traction with em. But no one can replace las CHANCLAS i'm telling you, he's so comfortable flipping & flopping.
~ He's hairy. Really hairy. Don't shave, except the faice. He's got that baby face and the trace of where the beard could be. It ain't that thick sandpaper beard aftershave tho, Raph taught him the tricks to the silk road.
~Them sideburns tho, neAT-O.
~He ain't got former training, just some random stuff he's learned from Donnie and Raph. Nontheless, he's the trickster and can go dirty on fighting just to save his ass. But sometimes, his big mouth saves his dumb ass from trouble. (2/100 times, the other 98 times it makes it worse)
~Plus: He's into parkour a lot. Takes Mikey out so he can tag some walls uphigh. These trips are the reason he gets in fights more than his other brothers, he's gotta stick out for his brother in case shit goes down, but mostly because he's a loudmouth and sometimes he deserves it cuz he starts the fire tbh.
The thing goes RAP - PHA - PHA
~ Raph, my soft boy. He still BIG™, ain't ripped like a physiculturist, gotta admit, abs are in fact chocolate abs but got a chunky yet funky tone to it. Big ass arms, to strong to carry my depression and smash all my worries.
~ Obviously African-American, I just imagine this warm undertone to his skin. Thick eyebrows (plucks out his unibrow, and nothing more, that natural angled eyebrow perfect as it is).
~ Hairy complexion (but not as hairy as Leo) to pull out a balbo beard, faded to his hair, then starts the faded high top, (not that high tho) with that cotton natural hair (raph is just my dream tbh).
~ My boy rocks denim everything. But got this particular worn off denim jacket he treats like one of his extremities. It's kinda saggy, old, several splashes of god knows what substances... But he wears it like the most precious thing, his brothers got him for his birthday, selling candy bars and other sweet goodies. Made him cry like a bitch.
~ Snaggletooth fang. I got this random HC that Raph got it in a fight with one of his brothers when he was younger. His first tooth after his decidious teeth, he was so happy, finally "maturing" in his words. In his younger years he struggled a LOT with angry issues, (mainly, as the oldest, he understood a little big more about the rejection above the city for mutants, and built up this feeling of despite).
One day, one of his brothers made him really fucking angry, they got in a physical fight, that ended with his crooked fang, but yet, Raph is BIG and he can't measure his strenght sometimes. Then, his brother is crying in pain, screaming how bad can he treat his brother, as if he didn't love them, just as the people above.
He wasn't angry cuz the teeth (cuz he showed it off, like it made him an adult already), he broke down because he was always feeling so damn angry, being the oldest and yet he was beating their younger siblings over some dumb shit and treated them like people in the surface would. Raph is challenged each day, when he sees his face in the mirror, with the tooth projecting outwards as reminder of all the rage he had to let go to protect their brothers, to make a change on his perspective and emotions, to keep their family and himself happy.
I think this mind set change was the thing that settled Raph as a leader. He got stronger, not physicially, but mentally and emocionally, for the sake of his family.
This HC can be translated somehow to the Human AU but i'm not sure the origin of Raph's rage yet.
~ Would wear any shirt that has anything he likes, PLUS if it is in red. He just loves red. He's the only one obvious with their color preference. Red caps, shirts, jackets, pants and tons of sneakers.
~ Likes jeans but loves that kind of bermuda cut shorts and not all the way down pants. He's got some C A L F S with capitals.
~ Luckily, he does wear matching socks. (We can't see Don's most of the time but Raph shows more leg so).
~Wrist wrist wrist wrist wrist wrist. Loves wrist accesories and probably would wrap around anything on his wrist.
~He's got that classic™ Rock Lee from Naruto bandages from training and work out and sometimes he's just to tired to take off the shin pads.
~Don't show em much but got some big ass brass knuckles in his pockets in case someone messes the fuck up with his brothers. (He would easily let go if it was just him, he's a master of templance, but be warned: not with his family)
Plus: Got one tatto, in his back, below the neck, this celtic rune (we know that celtic runes have several meanings, so he took one with various that would fit him) a Gebo, that can mean partnership, generosity and sacrifice.
DONNA TELL EM
~ For starts, Donnie is my asian bean. Creamy pale skin, monolid eyes, with that puffy under eyelid, of course noticeable dark circles, but he got that EYESMILE BOI. (You know that people who kept straight face but the eyes are just screaming happiness??? That kind of eyesmile)
~ Hair black, thin, straight cut (his hair is kinda wavy) at his shoulder's lenght, got that fade styling in the back tho, usually wrapped in a high ponytail/bun. (Mikey loves to mess with his hair).
~ He's got that thin eyebrow hair, so, he fills em up to make them thicker, so gives him more of an assertive feature. (Also he is jealous of Leo and Raph eyebrows, nontheless edge so sharp to cut a bitch) Got that hairless complexion so not much about facial hair.
~ Obviously keeps them THIGHS™. (So far, to me their complexion on the show is the same as in the human AU so... ) Jeans were invented to the sole purpose to fit Donnie so well.
~To wear, jeans are a go to, but damn sweatpants comfy AF. Big old sweatshirts, swearters and hoodies. Underneat, digs button shirts, short or long, never with flashy prints, yet some minor deco, (to him is all in the elegance....). Raph and Donnie share an interest on sneakers, so he can wear like 1 hoodie for 10 days straight but a different sneaker each.
~But wears missmatched socks like the fuck out of here BOI, looking neat and clean and you come out with this yeeyee ass bullshit.
~ Donnie hides the fact that he's riPPED under the hoodies and sweatpants often, (he's tall as shit and his brothers calling him spagethi bOI don't help much) so people make the assumption he's the weakest of his brothers. He's the only graduated on black belt on Karate and knows his shit on MMA. On his younger years he was indeed saved many times by Raph's strenght, Mikey's swiftyness and Leon's cunning. This "being the weak" complex got to his head and started training solo. His brothers are amazed of Donnie's self-improvement and he often disguises it as the "i did it so i wouldnt be the weakest, you better watch out when i supass yall" but they all know he suffered inmensely seeing his brothers hurt because of him, so if they go down he does too, to protect them.
Plus: Complementary headphones with neon designs, blasting nightcore, dubstep and DnB songs with every Donnie purchased.
BG:
In my AU, these kids grew up really poor. They learned the value of hardwork since they were really young. Like in the Teetle Universe, people see them as misfits. Especially, because they are a "patched up family" (they are not blood related) and being looked down by the economic factor, mostly.
They got some real internal issues. But, the only thing that keeps them sane is how tight their brotherhood is.
Donnie and Raph have a job and go to college. Struggle a lot with their younger siblings rebellious stage.
Leon and Mikey go to highschool and do some baked goodies or art comissions to have some sort of income. Ain't fond of school that much, real troublemakers.
April it's a freshman in college and has much more accomodated life, but somehow, she's always felt she doesn't belong to anywhere, until she meet our boys. April learns a lot of life hardships while hanging out with em.
This would be, basically the series:
April meets this guys, this is sort of a slice of life anime, with lots of comedy and fun shots, however it develops around April learning valuable lessons that will help her as an adult, about friendship, loyalty, respect, empathy and kindness, after all the things the boys are going through.
I'm not sure how am I gonna accomodate Splinter in this, but eventually I'll figure it out.
I'm not got at drawing but i'm gonna try to make some of their designs.
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Could you make a brief text post that's a chronological list of all Swiss standard infantry rifles starting from wherever you think the history should start to the present? If it's not too much trouble.
Of course. But first of all a caveat : I’m mostly interested in post-WW1 guns, so my knowledge of antique guns is at best superficial. That is why it took me a little bit of time to answer you, I had to do some researches. So I speak under the control of our resident gun historian, @peashooter85 and my friend @shmurnoff that are way more better equipped for that kind of era.
The modern Confederation begins in 1848, so that would be our cutline.
Before that, you have the classical percussion rifle in service in the various Cantonal armies, like in Zürich with this 1830 18mm Stutzer :
or we get this Federal Francotte 1842 in 18mm :
Since the story is a bit long, click after to jump to read it :
But after the 1847 civil war, the all-new Confederation decide to lay the foundations of being state-of-the-art in term of infantry light weapons, and it will be the tradition of Swiss Army for the next 150 years at least.
They adopt the very ugly 1851 Federal rifle. What make it a modern gun ? It’s the first military rifle to get rid of the 18mm caliber to go down to the lightest and fastest 10.5mm ball. The 10.5mm will gradually became a 10.4mm, a diameter that will stay in service until the introduction of the Schmidt-Rubin rifles and the GP90 7.5mm cartridge.
In 1859, comes one step backward with the Prélaz-Burnand, aka the first SIG rifle. It’s a transformation of old 1842 rifles with better sights and a rifled barrel and was officialiy adopted in 1863.
It may seems a strange move, but these upgraded rifles cost alsmot 20x times less than buying new rifles and they were available in a few months instead of a few years for the 1851 model.
In 1856 came the Belgian Hunters Rifle. Even if with its rifled barrel it was quite trendy, by the time it was issued (1860), it was already obsolete.
Like its predecessor, the 1851 rifle, it went through the Milbank-Amsler upgrade, with a breech loading system à tabatière using metallic cartridges.
That upgrade was also used on old 1842 and 1842/59 Prélaz-Brunand rifles, with the how romantic denomination of 1842/59/67 rifle. It was not an easy task given there were two kinds of transformation (big caliber - 18mm and small caliber - 10.5mm). SIG produced the adaptation kits and dispatched them to small workshops all over Switzerland for adjustment on the rifles.
In 1863, the successor of the Hunters rifle is adopted. It’s mostly a slight upgrade of the 1856, with a longer barrel. It was built in Switzerland instead of Belgium, that is the main difference. It was of course upgraded later with the Milbank-Amsler system.
So, for the moment, we are stuck in quite a tinkering time, with quick and incremental enhancements but no real breakthrough.
Why is that ? Because once again, Europe is on the brink of war. Because of the emergency, the government buy a lot of the robust and elegant Peabody rifle from Boston, Massachusetts.
The American rifle was able to shoot 7 times a minute and was adapted to the Swiss caliber, 10.4mm. Good enough ?
Not at all. In 1866 Swiss Army tested and loved the Henry and Winchester repetition rifles. They bought 8000 rifles for test. It leads to the adoption of the Winchester/Weber-Ruech sharpshooter rifle.
So in 1867, enter the Vetterli ! It combines the Dreyse needle-rifle bolt action and the Winchester tubular magazine. It will be a hit !
This is the first model, with the external hammer. There will be no less than 15 modifications (including carbines and short rifles) during its military career. After extensive tests it will be adopted at the 1871 rifle. It will use the famous 10.4x38R Vetterli annular percussion cartridge.
(Note the lack of external hammer on this 1869/1871 Vetterli)
Cadets got the very elegant 1870 single-shot, reduced pressure model :
Here is the 1878 variant :
The 1878 has better protected sights, longer trigger, a curved buttstock, and one ring instead of two on the handguard. The trigger guard spur is also longer to allow a better position of the middle finger. The most important transformation was the new saw-bayonet.
The Mousqueton/Karabiner was the shortest model available, and was used by Border guards and Cavalry. Here’s the 1871/78 model :
The end of the Vetterli was caused by the introduction of smokeless powder and the development of modern cartridges like the GP90 and the GP11. The last evolution was the Border Guards short-barreled Vetterli 1878/95 that stayed in service until 1903 and the introduction of the Mq/K 1889/00. It was used in the Reserve (Landsturm) until 1911.
Note that Italian Vetterli and Vetterli-Vitali rifles were still used during WW2.
Another technological jump ? As soon as 1883, Swiss Army looked at smokeless powder cartridges. Because of its pointy tip and central percussion, the tubular magazine of the Vetterli was less than ideal to accomodate the modern 7.5x53.5mm GP 90 cartridge. Enter the 1889 Schmidt-Rubin rifle :
It’s long, it’s heavy, it’s accurate and it gives an edge in term of firepower to the Swiss infantryman thanks to its 12-round magazine, easily reloaded by 6-round clips and straight pull action. To give you an idea of what it was in 1889, remember the first time you saw an FN P90. It’s the Stargate tv show was set in the late XIXth Century, Richard Dean Anderson would carry a 1889 rifle over his colonial uniform. Or maybe a Winchester 1892. But probably a 1889 rifle anyway.
It was not ideal of course, and soon, the bolt was modified to put the lugs in front instead of the back, better controlling the harmonics of the mechanism by adding rigidity (providing better accuracy) and most importantly, the robustness of the bolt itself. The 1889/96 was born.
Meanwhile, the Cavalry was looking for something that wasn’t a fishing pole. They tried for a while the straigth pull action Mannlicher 1893, shooting the GP90.
It’s probably one of the most elegant gun used in Swiss Army, but also one of the most hated, mainly because of its lack of accuracy (a capital sin in that context) and very complicated to field strip, and reassemble without destroying the bolt (!). Apparently, it was traditional to try to break these carbines by regularly hitting them. Very few survived that ordeal.
In parallel of all that, Swiss Army Cadets will be provided with the 1897 Cadet rifle, shooting both the GP 90 and a reduced load, replacing the Vetterli carbines they got until then.
The last important variant of the 1889 rifle was the 1889/00 Short Rifle, that would give later birth to the famous Mousqueton/Karabiner:
Both the 1889/00 and the 1905 Cavalry carbines shoot the GP90 cartridge and the main difference between those two is the lenght of the handguard, going to the front of the barrel for the Cavalry carbine (and preventing it to mount a bayonet).
Of course, GP90 was not enough and soon, the trials and tests of what would became the very modern GP11 began.
In 1908, a modernized Schmidt-Rubin rifle shooting the GP11 (7.5x55) was fielded :
Most of these test rifles were bought for cheap by Fribourg police, and the model itself was adopted as the 1911 Rifle. Its deployment will begin in the early times of WW1, and because of the war, most of the post 1896 rifles were upgraded to the 1911 standard.
In parallel of the 1911 rifle, a shorter version was built, meant to replace both short rifles and cavalry carbines. The lessons of the trench war were also learnt since, while the rifle production was stopped at the end of the war, the carbine was built until 1933.
The problem was the Mq/K 11 was a good gun, but was lacking the accuracy standard of the 1911 rifle. Adolf Fürrer, which was the genius engineer in charge of the Waffenfabrik Bern at the times, mostly known for his toggle-action fetish and his knack to produce ugly guns, decided to enhance the old Schmidt-Rubin action. He would give us the much better Mq/K 31 - convincing the Swiss Army (and the Swiss competitive shooters) they didn’t need anymore to shoot with fish poles.
This rifle was so excellent it is still one of the best all-around weapon you can buy today. Built like a tank, fast to shoot, very reliable and accurate, powerful enough for most Septentrional game, its only fault is to not shoot a standard cartridge (I would love one in 5.56x45 !).
http://i.imgur.com/Bsvi4tW.gifv to see the action moving.
After that, things became a bit calmer. A lot of experimentation was made during and after the war, with all the new mechanisms emerging from Germany.
If you are interested in these, I encourage you to explore Forgottenweapons.com - they have a lot to say about them.
So, after WW2, Switzerland was on the verge of obsolescence since most of its neighbors were adopting modern semi-auto or full-auto battle rifles and assault rifles (MAS 44 in France, M1 rifle and carbine in the USA, SAFN 1949 in Belgium, SVT and Simonov, and soon after the Kalashnikov, in Soviet Russia, etc.). The need to provide the Army with a new battle rifle to replace the old Mq/K 31 was huge. The competition was between the SIG and the Waffenfabrik Bern.
SIG prototype, the AM55, was largely inspired from the Mauser STG45 and its roller-delayed locking mechanism (making it a cousin of the CETME and thus the HK G3). Sadly, they threw away everything that could have make it a great and modern rifle (especially the intermediate caliber, when Switzerland, thanks to Adolf Fuerrer studies was on the verge of adopting a true assault rifle at the end of WW1) if favor of making a huge, heavy, cumbersome rifle having all the problems of a LMG (weight) without having its advantages (sustaining a high level of suppressing fire thanks to the lack of interchangeable barrel). It was very accurate, tho.
Waffenfabrik Bern was mostly inspired by the FG-42. Apparently, both guns were very similiar in performances, what made the difference was the SIG model cost half the price of the State-owned factory to make.
Anyway, the SIG 510 became the F ass/Stgw 57.
The F ass/Stgw 57 is very much a love or hate affair. I hate them with a burning rage. In my view, as a infantry rifle, it is way inferior to the Simonov, the MAS 49/56 and the FN FAL.
The last F ass/Stgw 57 were made in 1983. Once again, Waffenfabrik Bern lost the competition with its weird looking C42/E21 rifle and carbine :
Less than 5 years later, the first F ass/Stgw 90, aka SIG 550 were deployed on the field.
For me, this is SIG masterpiece, and the return of Swiss Army in the great light armament race.
Descending from the failed SG 530 and the great SG 540 and largely inspired by the AKM mechanism, but enhanced and with great design cues from what was available in the ‘80s. It’s pretty, it’s accurate, it’s confortable to shoot (even if a bit on the heavy side), it’s simple to maintain even in the worst conditions, it’s reliable, it’s polyvalent, it’s durable…
I would say without any reserve that today, it is the best rifle available on the market.
Last but not least, Swiss Army adopted for its special forces the carbine versions of the SIG 550 - first the SIG 552 as the F ass/Stgw 04 and then, when they began to kill themselves because of a stupid design error, SIG 553 and 552 upgraded to 553 standard as the F ass/Stgw 04/07.
On this picture you can see the last variation that is slowly introduced on new F ass/Stgw 90, the collapsible stock.
OK, I hope I didn’t forget anything, and I didn’t write any bullshit about the antique guns. Don’t hesitate to correct me if necessary.
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https://www.reddit.com/r/GunPorn/comments/48x6xz/stgw_57_sig_510_2400x1350oc/?st=j5uz1ty7&sh=ce573a79
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PTSkeptonanny Submission
Bom dia Anna,
Not happy with my previous Eurus/Eros stupidity and after rewatching TLD I am submitting you more stupid ideas, theories and opinions because I really can’t help myself. I should also apologise for the lenght of this “sherlock meta”, but who am I kidding here? It’s Sherlock. I regret nothing.
As per our previous discussions there are some paralells between TAB and TST- TLD:
1-The bride Emilia Ricolletti/Mary Watson parallell.
If we read TAB the drug-induced trip/dream to Sherlock’s mind palace as a representation of his unconscious (and a kind of a map of Sherlock’s future psychological evolution towards a more balanced relationship between his ego and the unconscious) the character of “Emilia Ricoletti/Abominable bride” might be a personification of Sherlock’s fear (not of women) but of the characteristics usually atributed to the opposite sex. Symbolically the abominable bride had to die and sacrifice herself so that the other women/feminine forces within Sherlock’s unconscious/psyche could appear and symbolically the masculine ego could assimilate such qualities usually considered "feminine”: subtlety, intuition, empathy and most of all the ability to express his own feelings and emotions.
In TST Mary mirrors the bride Emilia in TAB. Like the bride she knows she is a dead woman walking, so she sacrifices herself for Sherlock. And with her death/self sacrifice Sherlock is forced to reevaluate the value of his own life and to change his perception of himself and the way he thought others saw him (not worthy of love).
2- The deerstalker hat symbolism
The deerstalker hat is a symbol of Sherlock’s public persona, a mask or façade that Sherlock has to wear in order to satisfy the demands of certain situations where he has to meet the social expectations of other people. This persona does not truly represent his inner self and his personality and of course Sherlock HATES the hat as he hates any social imposed roles and social norms. Mainly because he does not believe he can meet John’s idealised image of himself created for the Public in his blog.
In TAB John orders Sherlock to: “Wear the damn hat. You’re Sherlock Holmes.” And Sherlock relunctantly does.
In the end of TLD Sherlock will decide himself to wear the hat saying that he is after all Sherlock Holmes. He does it as a tribute to Mary and Mary’s sacrifice. But by doing it he is also ackowledging that he has to embrace his own public persona (the image of the heroic genius created by John) and he is accepting that he has the potential to be that man that John and everybody else think he is.
Mary’s death/self-sacrifice forced both Sherlock and John to reevaluate who they are, but also forced us viewers to reevaluate the pre-conceived ideas we had about the 2 of them:
Of course we already knew that Sherlock was far from being the sociopath and the cool, detached thinking machine he pretends to be. He represses his emotions and he controls his passions and his desires with an iron fist but we- like Mrs. Hudson - had already perceived that he is more of an emotional than a rational man (the snowcapped mountain who is indeed a volcano).
But most importantly what came as a surprise for many people (myself included) was learning that John Watson was far from being always the honourable, faithful, reliable morally superior character we and Sherlock thought he was. John fights with his inner demons as much as Sherlock and he also struggles with great difficulty to be the man Sherlock (and Mary) wanted him to be!
TLD is boasting with the rock-solid, heart-breaking performances of Ben and Martin (and Amanda) and the reason for its final scene to be the most cathartic scene ever seen in Sherlock is based upon its simplicity, and the feeling of pain we get when receive the experience of John’s exposed misery and vulnerability and Sherlock’s heartfelt and sincere empathic reaction offering him the physical affection of a heartfelt hug.
Once again Moftiss beautifully played on the strings of our hearts with this beautiful bitter-sweet moment! It is such a priviledge to see the way these characters are growing and how they faced the emotional ramifications of that event!
3- Shakespeare’s Henry V “war” symbolism
In TAB Sherlock’s “The game is afoot” quote is of course a direct quote from Shakespeare’s Henry V, Act III, Scene I.
This is the same speech that Sherlock under a drug frenzy quotes maniacally in TLD, while holding a gun in his hand:
“Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead.
In peace there’s nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour’d rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let pry through the portage of the head
Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it (…)
King Henry’s famous speech, one the most celebrated passages in the play is a speech fit for our Dragon slayer to quote in order to urge himself into a state of uncontrolled ferocity, when he is preparing to slay another dragon: Culverton Smith.
But how many battles/wars is Sherlock fighting? Because if we believe in Mycroft’s words in TAB Sherlock’s worst enemy is not Culverton Smith/Moriarty/CAM :
Mycroft: A week in a prison cell, I should have realised.
Sherlock Holmes: Realised what?
Mycroft Holmes: That, in your case, solitary confinement is locking you up with your worst enemy.
Mycroft is implying that Sherlock’s worst enemy is of course Sherlock himself.
So perhaps the worst war he is fighting is not outside but is inside him, inside his own mind, in his own psyche, which his divided in complex centers of energy/ forces opposing one another, all of them attempting to prove their dominance over the others.
Who will win this war? According to TAB no one.
John Watson: But these enemies, how are we to defeat them if you won’t tell us about them?
Mycroft: We don’t defeat them. We most certainly lose to them.
(…)
Sherlock Holmes: So you see, Watson, Mycroft was right! This is a war we must lose!
What war is that? What might be the biggest, most feroucious war Sherlock is fighting since day one with himself? The war between the two strongest opposing forces inside himself, the war between his heart and his mind.
4- Amo= I love/ the "heart” promo picture and the “I love you” phrase.
As many fans already pointed out that the new promo picture wall cutout is a cardiac silhouette where Sherlock and John are standing in a heart!
And of course we do not know yet what is the context for the “I love you” phrase, and at this point anything can happen. But we do know that love is the key word for series 4.
And we do know that Sherlock Holmes the alledgedly cold, ultra-rational, analytical, logical man who once claimed that he had no friends, that sentiment was a chemical defect, who considered love to be a dangerous disadvantage once again will go deeper and further inside himself and inside his own mind to search for answers, fighting demons and slaying dragons, and in the end he will find something which he claimed he does not have: his heart.
So, what does all this mean?
Are both TST and TLD only products of Sherlock’s imagination, which some how could explain the wrongness, the lack of continuity, and the loss of any real standards of realism?
Might Sherlock still be in his mind palace, lost in the depths of his unconscious, fighting the same battles over and over again? Creating the same cenarious where he fights a dark and malignant figure in his subconscious and he arranges things so that John Watson rushes in to save him in the very last minute? (Again, notice the parallel rescue scenarios between TAB and TLD)
In terms of jungian psychology is this all necessary in order for Sherlock to see beyond the projections that initially blind the conscious ego?
I have no ideia. But whatever answers Moftiss have for us on sunday it is going to be EPIC.
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And now I want to watch TST and TLD again under this light...
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Yesterday, I read all of Still Starcrossed during a very boring, three hours long roadtrip to Rome (the ride was boring obviously, not the trip itself, though I shared the backseat with two charming children who decided to make me relate to the violent and bloody atmoshpere by beating the shit out of each other the whole trip). This gave me an inordinate amount of feelings I’m putting under the cut for lenght but mainly spoilers
- First: this is a very blatant fanfic. It has a lot of fanfic clichès (arranged marriage, bed sharing, an HUGE LOT of rescuing each other, enemies to lovers...). It can be offputting (I got SO bored with all that rescuing each other) but also very pleasant to read - it shifts and I think depends on tastes too.
- It is, however, a lovely, supenseful and humourous read. I laughed out loud so many times at Livia’s jokes or Benvolio and Rosaline’s bickering. It’s genuinely a pleasure to read and I never wanted to stop. The mistery plot is not particularly elaborate but I think it works. Personally I think that for a mistery plot to work the reader needs to be able to guess it as late as possible, but before the reveal (I’m possibly influenced by my love of Agatha Christie) This is what happened to me and I really liked it and I felt proud of myself
- I must say it was tricky to see Benvolio taken from a sidekick to a protagonist role. Sometimes both he and Rosaline feel a bit Mary Sue-ish (Benvolio’s the finest swordman in Verona now really?) but I liked them in the end. I have some doubts on whether the love triangle was really necessary, but I like Escalus’s character too - I have a weakness for slightly manipulative but well intentioned rulers and I liked seeing him as a young man.
- I liked Livia and Isabella so much! I feared they might het brought down to make Rosaline shine, but they weren’t. It would have been so easy to make Livia a prissy girl who only thinks about flirting to contrast her sister but instead she’s flirty, vain, funloving but also brave as fuck and witty and outspoken. I loved her and she made me laugh so many times. I also cheered when her romance with Paris turned out, well, that way because I fuckin hate the Florence Nightingale trope.
- There was not a lot of remembering the dead characters - just enough to hurt a lot. This book does grief really well - mostly with small details like Livia joking that Juliet’s shade told her they shouldn’t be wearing mourning for her, and Rosaline saying it’s fitting she should be as talkative as a ghost as she was in life. But those little details really work for me
- On this topic: when there is a mystery killer going around murdering Montagues, a young Capulet boy theorizes he’s the Capulet’s guardian spirit, Tybalt’s ghost back from the grave to restore the family honor and... wow. I... have a lot of feelings about Tybalt, especially due to the Romeo et Juliette musical and this made think about how in the musical he is under the impression that he is alone and unloved just because his uncle doesn’t value him as anything but a sword and Juliette doesn’t love him back but... he isn’t unloved. All the little Capulets trust him so much and look up to him so much and see the family’s hope and honor in him and he’s so, so loved and he probably died without being fully aware of it, and it hurts me.
- But let’s go to the thing I loved the most about this book: the villain. Now, I’m starved, STARVED for good female villains. With Lady Capulet’s character, this book gave me all I ever wanted. She’s a cruel woman willing to do anything, but she still feels intensely and is driven by her heart. She believes in Verona’s revenge culture much more than her husband and she will do all that she can has a woman, now that she no longer has her dear nephew to do it for her. She is loyal to her family but is willing to kill her own relatives for its honor. She wants power, she wants blood and revenge, she’s a mother and mourns her child but still she can never understand Juliet and share the ideals she died for, she is motivated by more than just her motherhood, and she plays the feminine archetype of the nurturing mother\healer to her advantage to win Paris over (tbh I really wish she had a fling with Paris, I have always shipped them probably because of the musical). I won’t lie, it was the highlight of this book for me.
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Blog #6
1. Considering Bushido, how did Magoza’s acting demonstrate Bushido? Choose two of his actions and explain the reasons.
The scene in which Magoza’s accepts his lord’s request to take care of Kane and her baby, instead of going to battle with other ronins. The strong sense of devotion to duty for one’s lord is a main factor to Bushido. Another scene in which Magazo embodies Bushido is when Magoza fought Kichiemon away from his home in order to keep secret of Kane. Magoza attempted to kill Kichiemon, even though they were personal friends in the past. Their friendship meant nothing to Magoza in the face of duty.
2. “Giri does not have an equivalent concept~” (p.95). What is the difference between Giri and the English word “obligation” Compare and explain the differences of each word.
In my own words, obligation means an action that one is bound to perform. While the definition of Giri is “behavior one is obliged to follow or that must be done against one’s will” (pg. 95). Although the terms have similar definitions, I believe Giri goes beyond just obligation. With obligation morals and determination can sway one’s decision before performing the action. Yet with Giri, there is nothing but seeing to it that the action is done. Giri to me seems to be the extreme version of obligation on a sense of duty scale.
3. Considering Bushido and Giri, what are the differences between Giri and Bushido? Using scenes from the movie, explain both concepts.
In the scene where Magoza is talking to Kane about his duty to see to her happiness, Magoza tries to push Kane into marriage. Magoza sees Kane as a daughter and in my perspective Magoza would like to spend more time with her, yet he follows the orders of Kane’s late mother. As a warrior who follows his own set of rules must uphold his task. Giri, on the other hand, seems to be more of a social obligation or social standard of rules. In the scene where Magoza goes and cleans the grave of Oishi shows the social obligation to pay respect to his late master.
4. Considering the Japanese Ie system, what scenes of the movie represent this concept? Choose two scenes and explain the reasons.
A scene which represents the Ie system, is where Yu adopts Kane and raises her as own, teaching her about proper edicate, reading and writing. Although Kane is not technically adopted nor takes the name of Magoza or Yu, she is still considered family to both of them. The scene where Magoza goes and cleans the grave of Oishi is also falls into the category of the Ie system. The Ie system stated that people would worship their ancestors, yet Magoza lost his wife and had no children. Therefor the only person that was close enough to be considered family was his master.
5. Considering the Japanese Ie system, what kinds of conflicts/contradictions does this concept bring into the relationship between Magoza and Kane?
One conflict that the Ie system brings to the relationship between Magoza and Kane, is that Magoza tries to push Kane into marriage. Even though this upsets Kane, Magoza uses his father like presence to order Kane into marriage, yet this causes distance between the two.
6. Considering the Japanese Ie system, “51 percent of people think that men are treated better than women in the family, while 40 percent think that men and women are treated equally”(p.124). What do you think about it comparing with American culture. Use your experiences and explain the reasons why you think so.
Considering American culture consist of a wide range of ethnicities, each with their own customs. However I believe in today’s society, we see most families as men and women as being treated equal. Women are allowed to work and make difficult decisions for the family household just as men do. Traditionally in Asian family households, men are the dominate figure in which decided all decisions. Yet since my family no longers lives in Asia, we are no longer bound to such traditions and my parents have equal power or control of the household.
7. Among 3 concepts we learned in this session, what term does it fit to explain the following scene from the movie?
When Kichi heard that Magoza escaped from the important battle, Kichi was very confused and puzzled. Why was Kichi confused? Explain it using one of the concept and why you think so.
Bushido best describes the following scene, because everyone was prepared to fight and die for their fallen master. Mainly everyone was prepared to die in revenge, therefore Kichi was expecting Magoza to prepare for the battle as well. Kichi knew Magoza had no wife and children, therefore Kichi expected Magoza had nothing to live for and not fear for the battle to come..
8. What do you think of Magoza’s acting at the end? Using citation from the textbook and guess the ending.
I think Magoza’s actions were very respectable in a sense that he was doing everything to ensure Kane happiness. When Kane got to the age of 16 Kane had to change his words and habits towards her, even though she is like a daughter to him. As for the ending I believe Kane will marry into the clothing merchants family and Magoza’s duty is finally fulfilled. Because of the concept Giri, which states “rules one has to obey in social relationships” (pg. 95), I believe this end because Kane was learning tea ceremonies and learning how to become a wife.
9. Considering the prior concepts we learned in our class, which concepts do they use effectively in the film? Why do you think so?
Bushido was the concept that was effectively use in the film. It showed the audience the great lenghts and struggles one commits to duty under the warrior's code. The sense of loyalty to one’s duty was seen throughout the film, and therefore I believe this concept best embodies the film from the concepts we learned in the past.
10. Reflective inquiry— Share whatever you want to tell considering your personal perspective.
I thought this movie was quite interesting, yet the theater scenes where the man was singing was a bit drawn out. Perhaps it's because of the language barrier that I can not appreciate the lyrics; for all I know it could be poetry rather than just a story. Yet I disliked the those scenes because the singing was long drawn and frankly sounded bad in my ears. I was a bit repulsed that head of the clothing merchant wanted Kane as a concubine; even though this may have been ok back then.
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Birthday Teasing and Gathering
“You’re getting old.“
Audwin had to pause in what he was doing to look at his cousin Aldrich. There were a few things that caught off guard. Besides how calmly and mater of factly it was said, besides the fact that it was technically true...from the way it had been said, Aldrich was not including himself. “Ve share ze same birthday!” Audi exclaimed in exasperation after a minute or so of silence.
“Ja, but...“ Aldrich paused and waved a hand towards him nonchalantly, “You’re ze one getting older,“ he finished while keeping a grin off his face for now. “Why soon, you’re going to have a little army of grandchildren to chase after.”
Audwin sighed and rolled his eyes. “Why must you be zis vay? Ve’re practically ze same age!”
“Perhaps, but you have more gray hairs zan I do~!“ Aldi said teasingly, finally letting the grin he was holding back appear on his face. Audwin could only groan and throw his hands up in defeat. Aldrich chuckled loudly and leaned against the fireplace to support his laughing self.
“Oh, I wasn’t the only one to notice?“ Lily asked innocently as she came into the large family room where two of the several birthday men were waiting.
“Even you Liliane?“ Audwin asked his niece in slight disbelief. She smiled sheepishly.
“Sorry uncle Audi, I can’t help but notice...” she said softly and trailed off as she mimicked drawing on something. “I...do kinda have the eye for those details...”
“Don’t worry zough...I do believe I have you beat in zat department my dear brozer...“ a tired sounding voice chimed in. Aldrich, Audwin, and Lily turned to look at who else just entered. With a tired smile, a sheepish wave, and a few pronounced streaks of gray in his hair, it was Albertus. Peeking around behind him were his four sons, proud of themselves for being able to get their father to tear himself away from his work. Lily pouted slightly at seeing her uncle looking so weary, even though she knew Quincy and Pascal did what they could for their father.
However, there is just something about the Richter family and the trait of stubbornness...
“Albert...have you been sleeping lately?“ Audwin asked softly in concern.
“Not really,“ came the four voiced answer from his nephews.
“But believe me,“ Pascal started in an exasperated tone.
“We try whenever he does return home for the night,“ Quincy finished.
“You can see the result though...“ Zak and Sev chimed in. Audwin put his face in his hands with a quite sigh and shook his head slowly. Maybe he, Aldrich, and Ambros, along with Marcel, can mandate some bedrest for him later.
“Boys, bitte...” Albert said softly. He wasn’t upset with them for outing him to his brother and cousin. However, he wasn’t trying to make them worried.
“Hmmm...it does seem like Albertus is getting ze oldest,“ Aldi mused trying to lighten the mood again.
“Zat doesn’t even make sense!“ Audi and Albert said in unison causing Aldi to start laughing again.
“That would go to our gracious host,“ Pascal said while chuckling a little himself. Quincy sighed quietly himself while their younger brothers joined in on the laughter.
“Speaking of uncle Marcel...“ Lily said as she brought a finger to her chin. “He disappeared on me. Probably to try and sneak a peek on what auntie Darcy, auntie Shams, auntie Marga and my mama are doing...“
“Where is uncle Ambros?“ Quincy asked.
“Papa? Oh he’s...talking with cousin Alva right now,“ Lily answered. Quincy raised a brow slightly, well aware that how Lily answered meant there was more to that than it seemed. “He’ll be joining us later closer to celebration time. After all we’re still waiting on uncle Rys and his family.“
“It is usually simpler to include him on our birthday, although his is a few days later...“ Aldrich mused.
“And where is Ludwin?“ Pascal asked. Lily shrugged.
“I haven’t really seen cousin Ludwin yet today. Granted...I don’t think he was ever into anything more than a small celebration,“ she said.
“How about our other cousins, uncle Audwin?“ Pascal asked next wondering about where his uncle’s interesting bunch of offspring were.
“Likely exploring or helping out zeir mother vith tasks,“ he answered.
“Uncle Aldrich? Same question.“
“Amel is likely keeping Elias und Cohen from getting themselves lost zanks to zeir curiosity or from being in ze vay und underfoot. Karle...mentioned about seeing to something before zings get started, but zat could mean many zings vhen it comes to her,“ Aldrich said with a raise of his own shoulders.
“This is going to be an interesting day...“ Zak said in amusement as he lightly patted his father’s back.
“Ja...zats vhat ze 25th of October usually means for us Richters born on it...“ Albertus said with a slightly exasperated sigh, thinking on many of the past years.
#random prompt#Lumis Eterne AU#audwin#aldrich#Aldi#Albertus H Richter#Liliane#lily#Pascal M Richter#Quincy J Richter#Zakery R#Severin R#under a read more mainly because of lenght
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Card Fall
Mazella sighed and gently tapped her finger on her table; pausing in her current game of solitaire. Besides the arrival of the twin bakers, and High Queen Crystalia’s little trip on father’s day, things seemed quiet lately. However, she supposed that was a good thing. If things are calm, there’s less to worry about.
Maybe she was just feeling restless. Despite her inadequacies, part of her perhaps did still miss prince Alvara’s training. Maybe it was the fact it added some structure to her day? Or was she missing that feeling of personal progress?
She sighed again. Sure the companionship part of it could be a factor, like when queen Lula would come grab her to plan on of her events, or when queen Lorena would come task her with things or ask her opinion on a person...
“Oh...” she said quietly when a realization struck her. “I’m starting to feel like I’m useless, ” Mazella said and groaned at herself before she picked up her cards. After shuffling them she stood and made a quick trip to her room. She grabbed a couple more decks of cards, before letting a guard know she leaving her post by the main entrance of the grand castle for a while to go train.
Then she headed outside to the spot where prince Alvara had been training her. She did not want to risk causing damage to any of the gardens or farms. She then took a deep breath as she took out the four decks of cards she brought with her and set them on the ground. Each one having their own back color (blue, red, purple, and green), so it was easier for her.
Mazella took several deep breaths. She knew that she could easily sustain having two decks active at once for a decent amount of time. Three was pushing it, but she could do it for a significantly shorter amount of time. Four, however?
She clenched her fists at the memory of the last time she tried four. Three had already been harder for her at the time, but her young self wasn’t as concerned about that, wasn’t as wise. Back when she was first brought to High Queen Crystalia, back before she started wearing most of what she is now known for. When she looked like the princess she technically was. At the time Mazella just wanted to show off her unique talents, that she could possibly serve the high queens as an entertainer, or something.
But that look of concern the high queen had for her when Mazella was conscious again after her failed attempt...
The lady of the cards exhaled sharply and her hand out over the blue deck of cards. For a moment her eyes and her hand glowed with a pale green light. With a snap of her finger the blue deck was now the one glowing with the light. She then swiped her hand to the side and one by one the cards began to float and move in that direction. the light around the cards dimmed slightly but they remained enchanted and moved to start flying around her in different patterns.
Sustaining one deck was like nothing to her. Almost as natural as breathing.
Mazella lightly crossed her arms a moment and looked towards the distance as the cards swirled around her. Other thoughts and memories were trying to surface that she did not want to deal with right now. She huffed and then held her hand over the red deck. Within a few moments they were now active and joining their blue brethren in swirling around her. She then looked at the last two decks. She would have to do them in quick succession, so that the third deck wouldn’t drain too much before she enchanted the fourth.
The master of ceremonies took a few deep breaths to steady herself as she was starting to feel nervous. She held her hands over the purple and green decks as her eyes and hands glowed for the third time. With a quick snap and an upward motion the purple deck was activated.
And there was the beginnings of the pull she would feel when her magic gets used too much or spread out this much. She gritted her teeth slightly and repeated the quick snap and motion to activate the last deck, her most used green one. She had hoped by saving that for last would make things slightly easier as it is the deck most attuned to her and her magic.
However, as the cards shakily started to rise she suddenly felt as if a heavy weight was bearing down upon her. At least she did not near instantly pass out, but this was far from pleasant either.
Mazella hugged herself tightly as the green cards tried their best to seamlessly join the other three decks. In addition to the pressure, she was starting to feel as shaky as all her cards were now becoming. It was taking all of her focus to try to sustain her decks and steady them. However, the effort, and struggle, was starting to drain her magic too fast and leave her feeling sick.
The aura around her cards started to fizzle out a couple at a time and flutter to the ground like normal cards do. She fell to her knees and exhaled sharply as she instantly cut her connection to her cards and deactivating them. She hastily reached up to loosen her tie as she tried to slow her, now hastened, breathing while trying not throw up.
She grabbed her hat and set it down on the ground in front of her. She also would have cursed silently if she wasn’t preoccupied with more pressing matters. If anything, however, she knew that four decks was still a far off goal, and likely impossible. Trying to improve her endurance with three seems like the more reasonable goal to try and achieve instead.
Several minutes passed before she was even somewhat recomposed. Mazella reached for the card nearest to her, a jack of diamonds from the blue set, and sighed. She lifted it up and a brief flash of green surrounded it before she placed down in front of her. She ignored the slight return of the sick feeling as the other blue backed cards gathered with it’s fellow.
Once the deck was complete she placed it in her pocket and reached for another card. This one was the colored joker from the purple deck. She repeated what she did before, and watched as the other cards came to it as she covered her mouth. Her free hand gripped at the grass a moment. She had to do it this way, so she could gather them before the wind starts picking up. Doing it the normal way would just risk her getting dizzy and falling. This way she was already on the ground, and ready to sacrifice her hat if necessary.
Two more deck restorations later, and she had one hand at her head and the other over her mouth again. She wondered if most magic users feel like this when they’ve pushed their magic or energy too far. Mazella began to sway slightly, and moved to lay her face on the cool grass. “I just...need some time, and maybe this part’ll pass...” she mused quietly. She could handle just feeling drained, but she definitely wanted to get over feeling nauseous and her foggy head.
“Mazella!” a familiar, strong-willed, voice called out to her. She groaned quietly not realizing she had slipped unconscious. Mazella would have taken the time to ponder when that happened and for how long but not if this was who she was thinking it was. “I was told zat you were out here training, not napping!”
The master of ceremonies was certain now of what sight she was likely to see. She shifted so that she was on her back and opened her eyes. Sure enough High King Seff’s golden-haired granddaughter was looming over her with hands on both hips and a disappointed look on her face. She was about to say something until a snout was suddenly in her face and she was being licked.
“Zat’s right! Get her Athena!” Karlene, the aforementioned granddaughter, commanded. Karle then chuckled as she watched Mazella wriggle slightly unable to fend off the ‘attack’ of the wolf companion. “Now pin her down!”
Mazella was winded for a moment as Athena unceremoniously plopped down on her. When she caught her breath again she spoke. “Your Highness, please...I was training with my cards, but I pushed myself to my limit,” she tried to explain. “I did not expect my eyes to close as I tried to recover some energy.”
Karlene crossed her arms and scoffed slightly. It was followed by a short huff from Athena. “I suppose I can believe zat...but only if you tell me where to most likely find my grandfather right now,” she said.
The pinned master of ceremonies, had to try and think about it while guessing at the current time of day. He was no doubt with High Queen Iona, but she was not certain if they had any plans today. However, she could venture a guess without being able to use her cards at the moment, which probably wasn’t wise to try yet anyway. “I can only give you a guess this time your highness, would that suffice?”
The ambitious warrior princess nodded. She was restless and itching for a spar with her grandfather. He had not been back to the stronghold in some time, and Sechiel was often too busy, or looked it, for her to try and bother him for a spar. It had been some time since she was able to catch Rio either, and it was getting to her. So of course she had to make a trip to the Light Kingdom, while leaving a note for her parents and twin about it. She also supposed it had been some time since she saw her relatives here anyway. Maybe she could test Dietrich and Alvara’s skill for herself instead of just hearing about it.
Karle waited to hear the location that she might find her idol in swordsmanship. She swears one of these days she’ll be able to beat her grandpapa Seff in a match. When Mazella told her, she nodded and looked at the castle. “I see. I zink I remember enough of the layout to know where to go. Oh, und I suppose it is nice to see you again after all zis time. Zough I was hoping to see how your magic had grown for myself. Maybe before I head home, or get dragged back zere…” she said and laughed. “Athena, keep her pinned until you zink she is fit enough to move!” Karle commanded in amusement.
“Your Highness! There is no-“ Mazella began to respond but was cut off by a short howl of acknowledgement from the wolf. “Athena...please don’t...” Mazella whined slightly. However, it was only met with a huff from Athena, and the slight wagging of her tail. Mazella sighed in defeat while Karlene laughed once more.
“See you two later!“ Karle said as she took off to search for the head of her wolfen family.
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This is Lamia Octavia Richter, who, like her mother Pepi, hides her horns and wings most of the time. She is quite kind and loving, but as mentioned she is a strong mix of her mothers. A strong streak of curiosity, a touch of sass, and a double dose of mischievousness, smarts, and beauty.
Most of the time she is not afraid to ask whatever questions come to her mind. Sometimes even asking multiple people if the answer isn’t quite satisfying enough for her, or the first person did not give an answer. However, if she just can’t seem to get an answer, one can often find her in the various studies/libraries in either Vosmus Castle or the Richter Estate looking through the multitude of books in search for the knowledge she seeks.
Lamia also enjoys being playful towards her cousins, or lightly teasing them. Although her definition of lightly may be different than some of theirs, but she means no real harm. It may be that her sense of boundaries is....slightly skewed.
In terms of her magic and abilities, what she can do seems to be more versatile and flexible rather than being tied to a certain element or aspect. However, it is clear to most of her family that she mainly expresses and inherited the demon side of her heritage.
Although this is not so surprising to her considering her recent revelation that she is an reincarnation of an ancient Richter demon. Who, ironically enough, was named Octavia. Lamia has been trying to find any books or things left behind that may have more information on her past life, as it frustrates her from time to time that the glimpses she gets barely tells her anything.
However, considering some of the things she does know about the Richter clan’s past, she wonders if it’s a good thing to try to find the information. Still...it seems her past life is further back that the history she already knows. Which is another source of her confusion and frustration. It is also why she has been debating with herself lately if she should tell her family or not.
After all, she does like how she is. Who knows if remembering too much or learning about her past self is a good thing. For all she knows this could be her second chance so she can live freely and not be burdened down with how the clan was in the past.
However, with that curiosity of hers....she may keep trying to learn more anyway...
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Glimmering Lights from the Past
Lula had been watching Lorena with amusement ever since they had returned to the apartment after the premier and events to celebrate it. She could tell that Lory was deeply lost in thought and was staring at a certain picture on the bookcase again. Lula also suspected at some point what someone got for Lory to drink wasn’t completely non-alcoholic either.
Besides that, however, Lorena still had not changed out of her outfit like Lula already had. Also, if Lula wasn’t imagining it there, Lory’s cheeks seemed a bit flushed. “Are you going to stand there all night, hun?” she asked coyly.
“Hm?” Lorena blinked slightly and looked over her shoulder a bit at Lula. Then what she said processed. “Oh...no. I don’t intend to. I was just thinking about tonight...”
“Just thinking?“ Lula echoed with a laugh and then motioned to herself. “You were completely lost in your mind Lory, I went and changed and you haven’t moved from that spot yet.”
Lory turned fully to face her roommate and it finally registered that Lula was no longer in her lovely emerald dress, but in something more comfortable. “Oh goodness me,” she said softly and shook her head slightly to clear away her thinking haze. “Okay, so you have a point. Its just...tonight was eventful in ways I didn’t expect.”
In her mind the actress also added something about feelings she thought she had long buried and had control over may have resurfaced slightly. However, Lory also had to admit to herself it was nice to see Sein and Silva again. As unexpected a sight as they were, but handsome ones as well. Was it strange that finding out they liked her movies made her feel strangely humble? For a moment they almost seemed starstruck but maybe she was just seeing things.
However, it was a shame to find out Nia was under the weather lately. She hopes that she gets better. Maybe she should have offered more that just a note? It had been her first thought at the time when she also learned that Nia was a big fan of her movies as well. Something that would hopefully cheer her up. But maybe she should have sent or added a little tea recipe that would maybe help her feel better too?
“Your doing it again, dear. Maybe you should get changed and rest?“ Lula’s amused voice cut through Lory’s thoughts.
Lorena took off her glasses a moment and rubbed her eyes. “Perhaps...but not just yet. I...need to think of what would be nice and appropriate to send Nia as a care package...just sending a note...what was I thinking? Oh...but is what I remember still the right address...?”
Lula tilted her head in interest. “Ah....that explains it. You were thinking about the encounter with those handsome men~!” she mused with a smirk. “They are a cut above the rest aren’t they?”
“Sein and Silva, yes they are something else. Very strong personalities, both of them with looks, wit and cunning to match. Sein he’s the old business rival I explained before. One of people I missed. I was not prepared to see him tonight, I hope that didn’t show though. And...I’ll be honest Lula, I wasn’t prepared to realize just how much I actually missed him...” Lorena said and sighed softly while placing a hand on her cheek. “Nia is the childhood friend I mentioned. And I just...want to do something more for her. I think she was too shy to approach me back then, but rightfully so with the way I was. But even if she did I would have been slightly distant. I...I didn’t want what almost happened between you and I because of my family to happen with her...”
The blonde nodded slowly taking it all in. No wonder Lory was getting so lost in her thoughts. Two different sets of resurfacing feelings were trying to take hold of her at the same time. Love with a hint of guilt, if she was guessing right. “Girl, you are going to fry your brain if you don’t rest. I can’t properly gossip about what a hunk I think Silva is when your mind is going a mile a minute on those two. I’ll help you think of things or help you get things for Nia in the morning,” Lula said as she stood from the couch and went over to Lory. “Now get changed and go to bed! I won’t hear no for an answer miss rising star!” she added as she moved behind Lory, grabbed her shoulders, and began pushing her towards her room.
#random prompt#responsish#drabble#Starlight au#Lorena Stellato#Lula T#under a read more mainly because of lenght
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Parting Encounters
When Firis woke up the next morning after the ball, there was only one thing on his mind. He had to see Mazella one more time before he began his journey. So with that in mind he bathed quickly and instead of wearing one of his usual dresses that were more grey than pink, he wore something more pink than grey to compliment his eyes.
Firis would not consider himself giddy in any means. However, the last time he took such an interest in someone it was when he first met his fellow mages. So why pass up this chance life, by extension of Octavian, has given him?
As he made his way to the castle, he bumped into Idium. He chuckled and raised a brow at his mentor. “Going my way?” Firis asked with a cheeky grin.
“Good morning to you too Firis,“ Idium said and laughed softly. “But to answer your question, yes. I...would like to speak with Queen Crystalia one more time before the five of us gather and then head on our separate journeys,” he said.
“Ah, delightful, our reasons are similar then!“ Firis noted. “For me it is the dear master of ceremonies, Mazella, I wish to see and speak with,“ he explained and placed his hands behind his back. “I will understand if she can not spare the time, but...I can hope, no?“
“We can both hope Firis, for who is to say Queen Crystalia can spare a moment or two for me as well,” Idium mused. Firis chuckled once more, he could see the shy hopefulness hiding in his mentor’s eyes. It was nice to see him to be a little uncertain for once. In a weird way of course.
They made their way to the grand hall and, to Firis’s initial delight, Mazella was indeed at her little table like she mentioned she might be. However, once they got closer to her, and Firis noticed how she looked he softly frowned. He quickly closed the gap to the table and leaned over the table to get close to her face. His frown grew as he gently took her face in his hands. “You look absolutely drained! Did you even sleep last night my dear master of ceremonies?”
Mazella was a bit started by the mage’s sudden appearance in her face, she had been more “focused” on her cards, and him gently taking her face in his hands. Which were softer than she expected them to be, she wasn’t sure why she did not notice that last night but, that wasn’t the point right now. “Please don’t frown,” she found herself saying first, surprising herself a little. “I do what is needed of me, Firis. It’s okay, I’ll be fine. I’ve bounced back from worse,” she said.
Firis’s frown did not leave and even Idium seemed a bit skeptical. Firis, however, had the advantage of knowing more from the things Mazella had shared with him the previous night. “Before I speak with you further Mazella, where can Idium find Queen Crystalia?”
“She is...actually, give me a moment,“ Mazella said and then took Firis’s hands off of her face so she could grab her cards. She pulled out one of them and enchanted it. With in a few moments she could see her queen’s face. “High Queen Crystalia? One of our guests from last night, the mage Idium, wishes to see you.“
No sooner than Mazella had finished speaking, the queen disappeared from her sight, and was soon reappearing in the entrance hall with them in a flurry of snowflakes. Idium could not help but bow in her presence. Firis also took a moment to bow as well before he focused back on Mazella. “Idium...” the queen said softly. Her nephew’s words, were starting to play through her mind again. Although she was sober now and could think with a clearer mind, it just meant she could not deny the connection she had felt between herself and Idium last night. She then held out her hand to him. “Let us...talk in the gardens,” she said. Idium stood straight and took her hand.
“After you, Queen Crystalia,” he said softly in return. Mazella watched them leave, and though she cleared the image in the card, she kept it activated. Although she doubted Idium would cause trouble, she wanted to be alerted just in case. However, the ‘gatekeeper’ of the grand castle was startled once more as Firis’s hands returned to gently cup her face. When she focused on him once more his frown was still present.
“Your devotion is admirable, and I know you say it is in your nature,“ he began quietly. “But it would be such a shame if you burn out your light because of it, or become a falling star to make someone else’s wish come true. Mazella, forgive me for saying this, but the thought of that happening to you just makes me sad and upset.”
Mazella glanced to the side and made a non-committal sound. “We just met last night. You should not be worrying about me. I told you, I-”
“But you were the highlight of my night, my dear master of ceremonies!“ he interrupted in protest. “If us just meeting was indeed so trivial...then why did you share with me what you did, hm? Why were you comfortable sharing things you would not want others to know you said?“ he asked. “Why can’t I care already? Am I really just another guest among hundreds across so many events? Or are you not used to a guest actually wanting your time instead of one of the queens? Tell me honestly Mazella.“
She stayed silent for the moment, a little stunned by his words. She wasn’t sure what to say at the moment. After another moment or two she heard Firis sigh as he took his hands away. She glanced at him to see he had taken a thinking pose instead and was looking more at the ground than at her. “Firis...”
“No...it’s okay. I am a simple mage doing my own thing, while you are here doing important work. I should not have asked those questions, or indirectly accuse you of being...” he trailed off and shook his head as he let his arms hang back at his sides. “Your time and your duties are valuable, and important, and I should not be infringing on them,“ he ended up saying. “Again forgive me, master Mazella. May the rest of your day find you better than right now,“ he added and turned to leave.
Something about the situation, about the things he just said suddenly gave her a sense of dread. As he started to walk away it hit her. It was reminding her of the night Lula had left the castle before her grand ball to ‘take care of something’. How she felt her concerns and trust were being pushed aside and had begun to question her queen, but then stopped herself. Her mind then thought of everything that happened afterwards, and understood why she was now feeling this dread.
But in this situation Firis was in her place in a way, and she was being similar Queen Lula. There were crossovers, but in the end she started to fear that something bad was going to happen to him if they parted ways on this...sour note. She stood and leaned over her little table to catch his arm. “Firis wait. I should...apologize. I should not take for granted that you care even though we just met. I...rather people not worry about me regardless if there is valid reason to do so. The queens are the most important ones and I see myself as beneath them. That I should not matter as much as them as they are the hopes of the kingdom. I just do what I can to ensure their safety and that any event they throw goes well and to their expectations. I...I don’t expect anyone to see me as anything more than just another person with their duties to fulfill here in the castle,” she explained.
Firis turned to look at her with a slightly saddened expression. Why did she value herself so little? Could she not see the bright light she had? Does it look dim to her or was she dimming it on purpose? He was confused. He then walked around the table so she did not have to lean over it. “Between last night and today...you make it sound like you should not matter at all as a person, and I just can’t agree to that. Mazella the person should matter just as much as Mazella the master of ceremonies, or Mazella the...gatekeeper/protector. You may not be a queen but that doesn’t mean people can’t care about you too,” he said and placed his free hand on her cheek. “It should not mean you run yourself into nothingness, and I don’t think the queens would want that either. I don’t want that to happen.”
“If I, as a person, could not make any more mistakes...maybe I‘d be more accepting of that,” she said a bit sadly. “I am trying to learn from my mistakes but...I wonder if I really am,“ she said softly. She knew her training with Alvara was making some progress, but was it really good enough? Was it fast enough? Why was she starting to feel like a disappointment? Mazella sighed in slight frustration.
Firis leaned in to kiss her cheek and then nuzzled it a moment before leaning back. Mazella looked at him a bit wide eyed, but he looked like what he just did was an absolutely normal thing to do. “Do not let the knowledge of your mistakes hold you down. They are making you doubt yourself. You deserve to shine like you are meant to and do not give up on bettering yourself. Do not overdo it and I believe you will be fine,” he said gently. “It may not mean much coming from me but I care and believe that you can find your balance,” he added and smiled warmly at her.
Mazella let go of his arm and shortly after he took his hand off her cheek and stepped back. “You are...certainly different,” she said a bit speechlessly. He lightly chuckled and adjusted his monocle. She placed her hand on the cheek he kissed.
“I am me, Mazella. Nothing more, nothing less,“ he said and winked. “And I am certain I have taken up too much of your time now. I want to write to you from time to time while I’m on my travels. Is that...permissible?“
“I should start paying attention again, that is true, but...thank you. Just...thank you. And...please do write...it would be nice to have something so simple to...look forward to.“
While this was happening with Mazella and Firis, Queen Crystalia and Idium were having their own conversation.
The queen had led Idium to one of her favorite parts of the vast gardens. Perhaps it was in part because this section had some of the flowers native to the North that her father had planted here long ago. They always seemed to look pretty with a light dusting of snow too. There was a bench by a small frozen fountain that she led him to and sat down gracefully. She then patted the space next to her and waited for him to join her before she spoke.
“Idium…I...forgive me for seeming indelicate and forward right now but...am I alone in feeling a connection between us?“
Idium blinked at the question. He was not expecting this, or as she said, her forwardness in asking. However, he also could not deny that he was happy that she asked. “No, you are not alone in that feeling Queen Crystalia. If I am honest, I was hoping that I was not wrong in that feeling. However, at the same time I also thought I was being foolish. You are one of the High Queens of the Light Kingdom, after all. I am not a noble or anything of high standing so I felt I should not be expecting much except a kind and gracious welcome and small talk,“ he said as he interlaced his hands in his lap. “But the conversations we had and the time we spent in each other company at the ball, did feel more than that to me. Of course, part of me was also trying to rationalize it as just my previous idolization of you making me feel that way.”
“Status does not matter that much to me, although there are those who feel it should matter to me,“ Crystalia said. “However, it did not matter to my father. If it did...I would not be here today. My mother was a simple woman blessed with healing magic, a kind and compassionate heart, and a wise mind. Sure, there were those that were disappointed with his choice of her, but he cared not for she was what his heart wanted. Their love was true,“ she said and then sighed softly. “How I miss them...“
“I am sorry, I did not mean to bring up bittersweet memories,“ Idium said and looked down. Crystalia shook her head and make him look at her again.
“Do not apologize. I will never shy away from talking about how my parents loved each other. A love like theirs was something I looked up to, that I had hoped one day I would experience for myself. Some would say it was foolish of me to hold onto that hope. Some even now would still say that, citing that I am the only of the High Queens to still be unmarried,“ she said and turned her gaze to the flowers.
Idium followed her gaze to the flowers as he thought over the things she was saying. He was similar to her. He too once believed in finding a true love to call his own. Despite being what he was, and how some viewed his kind...he had still had those hopes in his younger years...
“I thought I had found it once-“ they both started to say in unison but stopped and looked at each other. They both waited a moment to see if the other would continue. “They were not what they seemed at first.“ they ended up finishing in unison. They blinked and looked away from each other and at the flowers again.
“Seff and his brothers were the first to see it, however. The first to know more, to hear more of his true nature,“ Crystalia began to explain and sighed. “I...almost fought them over it, figuratively. I was blind to the true nature of that man, but...in the end I saw a hint of it myself and trusted their judgement. I...never tried looking for love again after that...“ she finished and then trailed off. Although she could have mentioned an occasion before that, she would never bring up her silly and brief teenaged crush of Seff. She could tell early enough, so she could squash it down, that she wasn’t exactly his type. Though on occasion back then she still wondered what it would be like, but she figured that she probably would end up unintentionally annoying him to the point they’d be ex’s instead.
“She...seemed so interested in me, and what I was trying to do. Liked to watch me work and ask questions to figure out why I would do certain things. She would sometimes bring me books she thought would be helpful. It was so...kind and cute...“ he trailed off and covered his left, and lighter colored, eye for a moment. He then lowered his hand and sighed before he continued speaking. “I was blind to her true reasons of interest in me until it was too late. If I had realized she was only looking to use my talents for her own gains sooner...well...the naive mistakes of a younger man I suppose. I had my own hopes diminished after that.“
Idium then summoned a couple crystals to float in the air in front of him. Two blue ones, a purple one, a yellow one, a pink one and a clear one. With a little concentration, and a light snap of his fingers, they glowed for a moment before they started to transform. After a minute or so they came together to form a little bouquet of crystalline flowers in front of the queen.
Crystalia tentatively reached out to take them. They were lighter than she thought they would be. Although, she wasn’t sure why she thought they would be heavier. She brought them to her chest and looked at Idium. He looked at her and there was something unspoken between them. She blushed slightly and looked down at the flowers again. “I know you are set to travel once more after we are done talking but...please do not let too much time pass before you come this way again. I also implore you to be careful, and be safe on your journey,” she said softly.
“When I come back...I will court you properly. You deserve nothing less, and I cannot do so if I am not in one piece, or of sound mind,“ he responded softly and placed his hand over his heart. “I will return to you...“
#random prompt#Royal Suits au#Firis T#Idium#mazella#queen crystalia#under a read more mainly because of lenght
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Connections
The ball was nearly at it’s end. People were starting to make their final rounds, say their goodbyes, and figure out if they were going to try and travel, or take advantage of the queens’ generosity and spend the night in on of the guest houses.
Firis was almost certain that Anorim was already gone for the night. He knew Idium was conversing with Queen Crystalia again. Or was it still? Either way, it did seem as if they were enjoying each other’s company. That was delightful! Lami looked to be chatting excitedly with the...Diamond Queen, if Firis remembered correctly. And Tavia? Well, he wasn’t sure. She had disappeared since he last saw her. However, Firis knew that she could take care of herself.
Sooo...In theory, that meant it would be alright and acceptable to follow his own whims tonight. And for Firis, that simply meant seeing if he could spend some more time with the dear master of ceremonies, Mazella. Their dance had been only a little off step, but certainly enjoyable.
But alas, she had to tend to her duties after that.
Every time he was able to get a glimpse of her after that, it seemed she was busy. Ah but, how gracious she looked...it was admirable to him. However, now he potentially had a chance to spend a longer period of time in her company. There seemed to be a playful and random element to her magic aura that fascinated him. Especially since her general demeaner and behavior seemed to contradict that very nature.
It was just one of the various reasons he wanted to get to know Mazella more.
He began to move around, easily slipping passed some of the remaining groups of people to try and find her. He was mindful, and oh so careful, not to get his dress caught or stepped on. It simply would not do! A mage like himself had to always be presentable. Tears, or snags, or dishevelment had to be avoided, or fixed as soon as possible. Perhaps it was slightly vain, but he did want to look his best to make good impressions. And he simply could not allow himself to appear before such a sharply dressed woman if he, himself, was not presenting his best appearance.
After a little bit of wandering he spotted her. She seemed to be talking to other denizens of the castle, perhaps already starting to organize the clean up efforts. Firis waited until she was done, and the others had left, to approach her. Once more he curtsied slightly before adopting a thinking pose. “I wonder, dear master of ceremonies, if I could perhaps ask for a little more of your time?”
Mazella looked at him with a brow slightly raised. She wasn't surprised, per say, but she supposed it was more that she was unused to someone asking for her time this way. “Well...Firis, it will still be a little bit before I have to get started with my other responsibilities that come with the ball being done so...I suppose it’s fine,” she answered. Firis clapped his hands together and smiled.
“Ah, thank you! This is very good!” he said and placed his hands behind his back. “So, I heard mention of guest houses? I wonder if it would be too much to ask, Mazella, if you could show me where those are? I’m not quite ready to retire for the night but it would be helpful to know.”
“Oh, certainly. They are not too hard to find, but sometimes the leaving from here can be disorienting,” Mazella said. “Follow me.“
She began to lead him, as requested. She did not think much of it, even when he started to compliment the event and how smoothly things went, and how organized and decorated it was. She merely said that while she had her part in things, there were quite a few others that helped make the Winter Ball what it was tonight. She could not take so much credit for it. And it was High Queen Crystalia’s event after all, and Mazella would do anything for her queens.
When the guest houses came in view, Mazella pointed them out. Firis nodded and thanked her before stopping and looking up at the night sky instead. “Mazella? What do you think of the stars?” he asked, seemingly out of nowhere.
She stopped walking and looked back to see he was a fair few steps behind. She tilted her head slightly when she saw him stopped and looking up at the sky. “I don’t...have much of an opinion on them. I...don’t really look at the stars,” she answered honestly. Firis hmm’d at her answer but did not look at her.
“They’re very beautiful tonight. The winter constellations are my favorite. But~ Some of the ones I can see from home I can’t see here,” he said and chuckled a little. “You should look. There is something about the twinkling of them that is...calming. Inspiration inducing even!“ he said and then looked at her a moment before motioning her over to him.
Mazella walked over to him and looked upward. There were a lot of stars out tonight, and she had to admit he was right. There was a certain beauty to them that she never really thought about before. Firis smiled and looked back up at the stars himself.
“You seem like a very responsible and trust worthy person Mazella,“ he said softly. “And yet...it also seems like you fight your own nature sometimes. Perhaps you don’t act on some of the whims you have, hm?” he ventured.
“My nature...is to serve my queens, to help and protect them as best I can,“ she said. “Even if it means laying down my own life to do so. Following any fleeting whims I may or may not have would be going against that.“
“Admirable, but how would they feel hearing you say that?“ he responded. “Besides our dance...did you really do anything that was just for fun? To enjoy yourself?“
“They know how deep my devotion runs,“ Mazella said as she placed a hand over her heart and looked down, and away from the stars and Firis. “And how much I try. They...they understand. However...” she paused and sighed as she lowered her hand and looked back up at the stars. “I...believe the High Kings find me lacking, still. I am trying to meet their standards, their high expectations...but I’m falling short. I-I just know it.”
Firis sighed slightly, he could feel the conflict in her aura as she spoke. However, he was happy that she seemed to be speaking freely with him. But it was a bit bittersweet considering the nature of what he was learning. “My dear master of ceremonies, I feel as if you have also placed your own expectations quite high. It is okay to try to shine like a these lovely starts above us, but not to burn out and lose your light forever. You are already quite radiant, but why overshadow the parts of you that...hmmm how to say this right?“ Firis paused and began to tap his cheek in thought. “Well, let me be to the point, I feel a playfulness and random nature to your magic. Yet it’s like your actively pushing against it. Why? It feels delightful.”
“I can’t afford anymore mistakes,” she answered simply. She then looked down from the sky and towards the castle. “I...should be heading back inside. Firis...you seem to be a good man, a bit inquisitive and quirky, but I feel like I can trust you not to repeat anything I’ve said to anyone if I were to ask you to, correct?” she said. Firis looked down from the sky himself and looked at her. He adjusted his monocle a moment and then nodded.
“Our conversation is just that, Mazella. Our conversation. I do wish we could speak for longer, however, I understand. You have duties to tend to, and I’ve kept you long enough. I am quite glad that you think positively of me as well, so I can be content with that, at least,” he said and then smiled a bit somberly. He turned towards the guest houses and placed his hands behind his back. “Mazella?“
“Yes?“
“Do you mind if I ask in advance for more of your time? I would like to see you one more time before my fellow mages and I begin our varied travels in the morning.“
“I guard the grand hallway entrance of the castle. I have a little station there. I may or may not be there if you come looking. It depends on what is needed of me tomorrow.“
“I hope you are there, then...“
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Complete Outcasts
Two angels crash landed in a forest not far from a town they knew of. One had the quick thinking to create a shield around the both of them before they hit the ground. They did not need to look anymore worse for the wear than they already were. Like two hamsters that had lost their balance in a ball they rolled along ground for awhile until they hit the trunk of one of the many trees. That impact was enough to make the shield disperse and the two angels were left slumped against the tree, hoping for the world to stop spinning.
Inandantia Victorie Christabel was the first to somewhat recover. She pulled her cousin close to her protectively while they were still trying to regain their senses and stared angrily at the sky through the trees. This daughter of dignitaries had been overhearing for awhile about their possibly being unrest among some of the archangels and other angels. Something about change. What kind of changes, she did not have the details for. But...in honesty she would have welcomed change. There were some old beliefs and practices that should be reconsidered. Other places, other beings, other realms get to change, why couldn’t they?
But the eventual rebellion...how many angelic lives were lost today?
Glace Aria Zen soon stopped being dizzy herself, but felt so drained...so defeated instead. Her cousin’s arms, her dear cousin herself, was perhaps her only chain to life at the moment. Quiet tears streaked down her face. As if she needed another reminder of how horrible and unforgiving her father could be. This daughter of an angelic knight and his lady could tell that something was wrong for awhile now. Her father had been more pushy lately about getting her to reconsidering her decision not to follow in his footsteps and become a knight herself. Telling her that he would overlook her previous transgressions and disappointments if she did so. Muttering things about needing to be prepared for battle. Glace had stayed frim in her decision every time he asked, but way getting more confused and concerned.
Then the rebellion started. Things were confusing and chaotic. The ultimatum from her father came: swear that she would become an angelic knight, or be considered part of the rebellion and be punished as she should be,
She refused and quickly ran away before her father could act. She did not know where to go but she just ran, she only knew that very soon there would be a mark on her head. It had to be fate that she ran into her cousin, one of the only people here would understood her completely. And together the escaped the heavens, but not completely unscathed.
“Glacie? Are you less dizzy?“ Ina quietly asked. “We should keep moving. They may still send someone after us...especially if...” she trailed off getting even angrier at what her uncle had done. She felt her cousin tense up slightly and so tried to calm herself for her sake. Ina looked at Glace and saw her nod. “We need to find a place in town to hide and think. We need to change so much if we want to live in peace...“ she said softly as she helped her cousin up. “Things will be okay Glace, I promise you...”
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