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panther-os · 3 months

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Full Name and Family Headcanons

For the extended 141 family plus the fruity bastard betrayer (derogatory (affectionate)), some more complete than others. If any of this is directly contradicted by canon, I don't care, that's why they're headcanons

Soap

John Steven Donald MacTavish

Two loving parents, the youngest with at least 3 older siblings, all sisters. Closely enough related to the Chief of the Name and Arms of MacTavish to a) be considered low upper class and b) know his exact place in the line of hereditary succession. Also the kilt he wears on special occasions is always the modern MacTavish tartan, do your research. Grew up in Bonnyrigg outside Edinburgh and is emotionally attached to Sir Salter Scott

Ghost

Simon Lorcán Riley

Same family and circumstances as '09 Ghost (extremely poor, abusive dad, oldest of two boys), but give him loving maternal grandparents and three cousins. He's Irish by ethnicity and heritage, which a few family members kept alive and passed down to him, but British by nationality. His great-great-(great-?)grandparents migrated to Manchester during the Great Hunger, but his aunt moved back to Ballylongford where some of the family originally lived. His cousins and maternal grandmother are all alive but think he's dead and he keeps it that way for their safety. His middle name is after his maternal grandfather who died when he was young and was given to him by his grandma. I do also hc he's trans and have a deadname headcanon for him but I don't share those. The specific neighborhood he grew up in inside Manchester was Beswick

Gaz

Kyle Adam Garrick

Grew up in Brixton in London, relatively poor with two loving but working parents, but also with an enormous tight-knit community and more neighborhood aunties and uncles and cousins than he knew what to do with. Has one baby sister but she's 20 years younger than him so she's a baby baby and he was already enlisted and moved out when she was born

Price

John Matthew Price

Grew up in Anfield in Liverpool, near the football stadium. Avid fan, ropes Ghost into Liverpool vs Man United debates every season. Ghost doesn't even like football. Middle class, working dad and stay at home mom, older sister, younger sister

Roach

Gary Parker Sanderson

Working poor, older sister, younger brother

Laswell

Katherine Emma Laswell

Middle class child of divorce, no step-siblings or step-parents, lesbian wine aunt who's basically Kate Kane (coincidentally Kate's favorite superhero)

Nikolai

Nikolai Antonovich Pokrovsky

Absent parents, one younger sister

Farah

Farah Leyla Karim

Canon family - two loving parents killed by AQ, one older brother. Her middle name is the Georgian spelling of the Arabic name Layla (see my post about Urzikstan and Abkhazia for why this spelling)

Alex

Alexander Jeremiah Keller

Two older sisters, two triplet sisters (one an hour older, one three hours younger), two younger sisters, single mom, also raised by aunt and grandmother

Alejandro

Alejandro Ernesto Vargas Leon

Grew up working poor, dad died when he was three, mom had to work, older brother 4ys older took jobs for the cartel starting at 12-ish to make ends meet and left Ale as the "man of the house" at 8. Also has one 4ys younger sister (same dad, mom was pregnant) and 12ys younger twin baby brothers (different dad who chose not to be in the picture, oopsie babies). He loves the twins but wants to hang them upside down by their shoelaces more often than not, his sister is just as mischievous but more mature and subtle about it which made her easier to raise

Rudy

Rodolfo Ildefonso Parra Rosales

Born into a poor family, cartel killed his parents when he was three, adopted by a single mom after that. His new family is unrelated to the Cartel but his bisabuela is just as feared and respected as El Sin Nombre and La Araña before her, if not more in some parts of the city. Learned his best chancla skills from her. Only child but grew up in a massive multigenerational multifamily home with at least 20 older cousins - was the baby until he was 7 and now he's the second youngest

Graves

Phillip Windsor Graves

Upper class, born to parents who had an heir to the company because it was expected of them but who didn't actually want or like kids. Essentially raised by a rotating cast of nannies

#/incoherent noises/#call of duty #cod mwii #soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #captain price #gary roach sanderson #kate laswell #farah karim #alex keller #alejandro vargas #rudy parra #phillip graves #headcanons #call of duty headcanons #cod nikolai

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sgiandubh · 6 months

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Far away and long ago

One thing leading to another, I tried to watch A Princess for Christmas yesterday, prompted by my Peleș/Pelișor Anon answer and I have to say I am grinning as I write this post: it is, after all, a Hallmark movie, isn't it?

Maybe if I were drunk and/or in good company, it would have been easier. I was neither, so it was unwatchable. Even with the bits of personal nostalgia, knowing very well all the sets they used: from the two castles in Sinaia, to the Știrbei (princely) House private chapel in Buftea, to the Bragadiru Palace in Bucharest they obviously used for that ball. I finished skimming on fast forward for S and howled at this bit of Imdb trivia, I believe with all my heart to be wishful thinking:

Not only I do not believe ever seeing/hearing such a thing in all the interviews I have read/watched (of which they are a shameless handful), but it would be completely out of character for 'No Ego' 2014 S to declare such a preposterous thing (correct me if I am wrong, for I truly believe I am not).

Anyways. When it looks low budget, it is a low budget (with Eastern European logistics) D-series thing, despite all their efforts. Plot is downright stupid and the painful cheesiness permeating the slightest line uttered makes it unredeemable. Nuh-oh: not even to kill time, not even on a flight from Almaty to Saint Petersburg. No way.

Low budget is particularly apparent when it comes to costumes. This one, for example...

Her dress is ok-ish (heavily insisting on the -ish, here). But his uniform is an operetta reinterpretation of the Romanian Army's dorobanț (infantry) State Protocol uniform. An exact copy of the 1877 Independence War officer outfit (itself a Second Empire French uniform copycat, but that's just the historian in me nitpicking, of course):

The above is a very recent pic (2023 Remembrance Day festivities at a British War Cemetery near Bucharest). I know that place well, spent all my childhood 1 mile away, my grandparents owned a house in that village. It is a small, forlorn plot of infinite melancholy and a striking sight, with its carefully trimmed grass, among what used to be cornfields, circa 1984. 'This is British soil', my grandfather once told me and that made it both absurd and enticing: an alien enclave of sorts, a city of the dead. He was correct, by the way, and that gave our Remembrance Day expeditions a sort of strange, furtive charm. We always brought flowers and he, a former officer and POW, would always salute, bareheaded under heavy rain. But, I digress.

Both that movie and my recollections were far away and long ago. Mercifully so for S, at least. The difference in demeanor, profile and presence is undeniable, no matter what the Disgruntled Tumblrettes would tell you: some pushed the cheapness up to the gratuitous folly of 'he was a much better actor then'. Well, he wasn't: no chemistry with a female co-star who would clearly be more eager to have a dental surgery intervention. And no presence every time a very tired Roger Moore is around, which makes for roughly three-quarters of his part. But unlike many striving wannabes, he managed to pull out of the Prince Ashton (🙄) typecast and give us a very credible JAMMF, when starts aligned and with a surreal bit of luck.

If he could manage to pull out of the JAMMF typecast, I see great things. Until then, I will stand by my words: this is a guy with tremendous, but completely overlooked/untapped potential, who has been repeatedly miscast. And this is why what would immediately happen after OL is of critical importance. Brace yourselves.

On another, completely unrelated note: should I wait for that US copycat, disingenuous McTavish booze circus tour to end, in order to draw a line and my thoughts on his brand? I think I should, but always happy to oblige to public demand :)

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space-man2 · 7 months

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2023 September Update

Another month and another batch of exciting tales of possessions, body swaps, bodysuits, and transformations. It’s an early Spooktember because September brought “👻Ghostly Possessions👻” for monthly themed stories. Ghosts rise from the dead and return to mortal coils by possessing bodies. Read stories of a dead grandfather who can’t bear to see his grandson become a submissive twink so he possessed his grandson’s body. Or the tale of a ghost who possessed the twins who made his life miserable. Read the following themed stories below! Read these stories on this link.

🔒🔞 Revenge on the Twins Although unrelated to his death, Trent rose from the dead to take vengeance on the twin assholes who made his life difficult. #Possession #Ghost #Caucasian #Stories

🔒🔞 Back from the Grave I thought the memories we had together would fade eventually. But even in death, my ex-boyfriend still haunts me. I didn't want to believe it, but the strange behaviors of my co-workers all point to the fact that he is here. #Possession #Ghost #Caucasian #Stories

🔒🔞 My Grandson’s a Twink "I ain't letting my grandson turn into a twink" #Possession #Ghost #Caucasian #Twink #Stories

🔒🔞 Sorry Saying apologies could lead you to the right ass. #Possession #Ghost #Caucasian #Stories

🔒🔞 Closer to You Commissioned by: Bodyhopper Peter, friendless, alone, and with his only family six feet underground, longs for a better life than the one he has. All would change when he meets Nathan and his loving family. Their friendship would soon turn sinister as Peter becomes envious of the life Nathan was taking for granted. "Life could be better," Peter whispers. It could and it will, thanks to the magic book that would let him steal Nathan's life. #Possession #Caucasian #Asian #Racial Change #Ghost #Series

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lactodebillus-bulgaricus · 7 months

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HWS Bulgaria

I'm redoing the pool because I forgot to set the poll duration to 1 week.

Who is he, when was he born, who is he related to? What is y'all's opinion? (I'm curious, I'd be happy if you wrote why you chose the option you chose)

(shout-out to @jalshristovski & @athenov & @chido3000 who replied on my first post on this topic, I like your ideas and I'm happy you shared them)

Idea No.1: He's the son of Old Great Bulgaria (OGB for short) and the brother of Volga Bulgaria (VB for short) who came to the Balkans. He was born in the 7th century and represented Asparukh's Bulgars who were distinct from the Slavs, once the Bulgars were assimilated by the Slavs and the Bulgar name was given to the mixture, he began representing the Slavic Bulgarians. He used to believe in the pagan Bulgar religion, then he became an Orthodox Christian.

(Is he the biological son of OGB, or did he pop out of nothing in 681, bearing strong resemblance to OGB? Is he his son in the biological, human way, or is he his son in the weird Hetalia way?)

Idea No.2: He was born from the mixing of Slavs and Bulgars in the 9th century, his mom is a Slavic tribe and his dad represented Asparukh's Bulgars (or vice-versa), he's the grandson of OGB and the nephew of VB.

Idea No.3: He's a Slav, he has been a Balkan Slav all along, he is the descendant of some Slavic tribe. He was adopted by the avatar who represented Asparukh's Bulgars and inherited the name Bulgaria from her or him, then his adoptive mother or father died in the 9th century when the Bulgars got assimilated. He might be related to some of the Balkan Slavs.

Idea No.4: He appeared out of nothing once the Bulgars got assimilated by the Slavs and he doesn't have any biological parents. He looks Balkan and is unrelated to the other Balkan Slavs or, overall, Balkan countries, at least not in a biological, human-like way. He may be related to Thracian tribes, to the Odryssian kingdom, or to other Slavic countries (in the weird, non-human Hetalia way) as circa half of modern-day Bulgarans' genes is local, Balkan/Mediterranean and circa half is Slavic/East European.

There's this idea that maybe he was born in 1878 (as he isn't shown in Hetalia before that), with the Second Bulgarian Empire as his father and the First Bulgarian Empire as his grandfather, but that doesn't make any sense, the idea of Bulgaria, Bulgarianness and the Bulgarian ethnicity have existed continuously, yes, the Bulgarian state was nonexistent for almost half of our 1300 years of history (500 years under the Ottomans and almost 200 years under the Byzantines) but Poland didn't die when he was partitioned, Finland didn't die when he was under Russian rule, so it's nonsensical to make the First and Second Bulgarian Empire different characters who have died.

(I go with Idea No.1 in my crackfic because the dynamic of Bulgar, Onoghur, Volga and Danube Bulgaria is funny to me, but if I ever wrote a serious work, I could use a different idea)

(Feel free to suggest other ideas.)

#hetalia #hws bulgaria #aph bulgaria #hetalia bulgaria

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five-rivers · 2 years

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Ancestral 6

No one especially wanted to be awake - sleeping was a great way to avoid feelings - but, equally, no one wanted to miss anything, and they were all on edge, so it wasn’t difficult for Danny to wake them up.

The remaining Royal Family of Avlynys, descendants of Queen Gwensyvyr the Great, scions of the House of Dyrys, members of one of the oldest noble lines in the so-called global west, gathered around the dining room table in their pajamas or rumpled travel clothes. Iris and George - who were twins, like Prince Theodore and Princess Isabella had been twins - were wearing matching monogrammed bathrobes. Irene, their mother, Matthew’s wife, had only a short nightgown on, and kept her arms crossed firmly over her chest as she moved. Eugene’s eyeliner had smeared over half of his face, and a packet of airline peanuts was sticking out his front pocket. Leo didn’t have a shirt, but was making up for that by dragging his comforter downstairs. Jazz was wearing a full set of button down pajamas - and Danny was glad he hadn’t had a chance to change, because his set was the same, and that would just be embarrassing. Jack hadn’t changed out of his jumpsuit. The circles under Maddie’s eyes made her look like she’d just gotten out of a fight.

Very regal of them. Really.

They shuffled into place around the table, as if every motion pained them. The ghosts flowed around them, making room, filling in gaps. The ghost with braids stayed by Danny, standing to the side of his chair. Vivian went to stand near her brothers.

“So, what did you need to tell us, Matthew?” asked Maddie.

Next to Danny, Jazz visibly winced. Maddie and Matthew hadn’t always gotten along, but they’d hoped that, given the circumstances, things wouldn’t immediately dissolve.

Matthew sighed. “The Assembly has been debating our next steps. Considering what’s happened…”

“What has happened?” asked Eugene. His eyes flicked around the table. “We didn’t get a good explanation at any point. Have any of you?”

There was a murmur of negation.

“There–” started Matthew. He looked down at his hands and closed his eyes. “At the planning session for the Moon Masque, Grandfather - King Alfred - started to…” He trailed off. “Sorry,” he said. “I don’t think I can be detached about this. We thought he was having a heart attack. Then Grandma fell over and… We called 112, and while they were trying to do CPR, Mom started to- started to- it was like an allergic reaction, she just–”

“Matthew,” said Joanna, “don’t. You don’t have to- to describe it.”

Matthew nodded. “At that point, we thought it might be poison or- or some fast-acting disease, so we were all taken to the medical wing - haven’t actually brushed my teeth since they gave me that charcoal drink… And about a dozen shots…”

No one said anything, but they leaned forward to listen as Matthew’s voice grew quieter and quieter.

“They said Mom and Uncle Theo just… swelled up and stopped breathing. Like it was anaphylaxis. But it wasn’t as if we were around anything we weren’t around every day. And Grandma is completely unrelated to Grandpa, so.” He stopped, biting his lip. “They sent us to the hospital once they ran out of things they could do. They gave William so much epinephrine…Or maybe that was the normal amount, I don’t know.” He scrubbed his face.

“What about Vivian?” asked Lewis. “Have you found her, yet?”

“No,” said Matthew. “The call that the Home Guard couldn’t find her came in about the same time… It was about the same time William- that your father was… His heart just gave out. Then Martin, he held on the longest, but…” Matthew shook his head.

Vivian was crying again. Heck, everyone was crying again, including Danny.

“Then it was just me, Dad, and the in-laws. And Dad started to… He’s still at the hospital, for his heart. And…” Matthew blinked, as if only now remembering something. “And where’s Sophia?”

“Mom’s upstairs,” said Lewis. “She didn’t want to come down. Vivian wasn’t at the planning meeting?”

“No,” said Matthew.

“She said she was going to go,” said Lewis.

“You need to tell the Home Guard that. Do you have the non-emergency number?”

Lewis pulled out his phone in response and started typing on it in lieu of an answer.

“The doctors are running tests for everything, but they haven’t found anything, yet. They still might. It hasn’t been long. But, for now, that’s it. That’s all I know.”

That wasn’t a lot to go on. Danny looked up at the ghosts. They hadn’t seemed particularly excited at any part of the story, which would seem to imply that it was accurate enough and didn’t contain any new information for them.

“After I was released, I went back to Kyr Argyn - that whole wing is blocked off, by the way - and I’ve been with the Assembly since then. Trying to figure out… trying to figure out where to go from here.”

“And what did they decide?” asked Maddie, significantly more softly that the first question she’d asked Matthew.

Matthew flexed his hands before laying them flat on the table. “They declared a state of emergency.”

“Of course,” said Maddie.

“And… They want me to take the throne immediately, so we have a full government. To… deal with whatever this is.”

The ghosts exploded. Figuratively. Not literally. They stayed human in shape. But the news agitated them, and they gestured wildly to one another.

Meanwhile, Joanna was the first of the living to respond to the news. “But you can’t! The trials–!”

“Couldn’t be held until the next full moon, regardless. We don’t have time. And I don’t see you volunteering for the job, Joanna.”

“Honey,” said Lady Irene. “Are you sure?”

Matthew nodded. “Someone needs to do it.”

“But the spirits,” tried Joanna, “they won’t–”

“I don’t think the spirits are watching, Jo, and even if they are, they don’t care.” He pulled the cracked green eye pin from his lapel and tossed it on the table. “It might as well be an omen.”

“If you’re finally moving past the superstitions, we could all just… not,” said Maddie. “Avlynys doesn’t need a monarchy.”

“But they’ve made it quite clear that they want one. The Assembly isn’t chosen by lot, Maddie. They’re the voice of the people.”

“Did you even bring up the option?”

“Of course I did. Believe it or not, I am also a human being living in the modern world. They want our family to maintain its traditional role. And they want me to be crowned tomorrow. Are you all prepared to be witnesses?”

“Vivian’s dead,” said Danny to Jazz the moment he got her alone.

“What?” said Jazz. “But- You- She’s just missing.”

“Her ghost is here,” said Danny. “I guess- I guess most of the ghosts here are too weak to manifest fully, but… She’s here.”

“She’s… here,” repeated Jazz. She sat down on her borrowed bed. “She’s dead?”

Danny nodded. Jazz closed her eyes for a long moment, then seemed to pull herself back together with an expenditure of will.

“Does she know where she was? Where her body is? Even if she doesn’t know where, exactly, maybe she could describe it?”

Danny looked at Vivian. She opened her mouth, closed it, and gave Danny an apologetic and miserable look.

“Maybe,” said Danny.

“Maybe?”

“They can’t talk. None of the ghosts here can.”

“There’s more ghosts here than Vivian?” asked Jazz. “William? Isabella? Grandma and Grandpa?”

“Not that I’ve seen,” said Danny. “There’s just… There’s a lot of them.”

Jazz rubbed her eyes. “Maybe you ought to start from the beginning.”

They didn’t enter through the front doors. Even before cars, Kyr Argyn had an area to discreetly offload nobles from carriages, and the whole area had been secured, so it wasn’t as if anyone was there to see them ‘sneak in through the back.’

They weren’t the only ones coming through this way. The Assembly, formally the Assembly of One Hundred, was in full attendance. The Assembly was, as far as Danny knew, unique in how its members were chosen.

Every citizen of Avlynys had a sponsorship. They could give their sponsorship to any other citizen of Avlynys, or keep it for themselves. Four times a year, sponsorships were tallied, and the one hundred citizens with the most sponsorships became the Assembly, and the number of sponsorships they had at the last tally was their voting power. Geography wasn’t taken into account.

The government of Avlynys maintained a website that kept active track of sponsorships, and a citizen could change who they were sponsoring at any time. Danny understood that it made for some interesting politics. He also understood that, previously, in an effort to have as many people as possible represented, the requirement had instead been a certain threshold of sponsorships, but that had somehow managed to be even more chaotic.

In any case, Kyr Argyn was busy, even outside of the more public hallways, and the family was most definitely not traveling down the more public hallways.

This part of the palace was sort of a museum that wrapped around the doorless back of the Assembly Hall and radiated outwards into the rooms that sprang from it. There were Avlynyse artworks here that dated back to Roman rule. It was open to public viewing, on sparse but regular occasions, but the rest of the time the hall and its artifacts were the domain of those who worked in Kyr Argyn and the odd archaeologist.

Today, they were just using the museum as a way to cut past the crowds.

“I hate this place,” whispered one of the security personnel escorting them. “It always feels haunted.”

The ghost woman rolled her eyes. Danny was highly tempted to do the same. This place? Haunted? Sure. Was that significant in comparison with everywhere else Danny had been in Avlynys since landing? No.

“Focus,” snapped Mr. Kynbaz. He’d been on edge all day. Probably because he was currently in charge of the safety of the entire remaining royal family.

“Remember,” said Maddie, leaning down to her children and whispering. “We’re only witnessing. You don’t have to say anything. You don’t have to answer any questions.”

Danny nodded… and was immediately distracted by the ghost woman stopping in front of a door. When he looked over his shoulder to try and see why she had stopped, other ghosts started to join her. She looked at Danny, pointed at the door, and stepped through.

Danny looked up at Vivian, hoping to get a better explanation, but she was too focused on staying near her mother who, to be fair, looked like she was suffering from a major depressive episode… which she probably was.

Mr. Kynbaz would probably kill him for this himself, if Danny got caught, but… When no one was watching, he let himself fade to invisibility and backtracked to the door the ghost woman had gone through. He phased inside, and let go of his invisibility. He must have tripped a motion detector, because the lights in the room came on.

The ghost was standing in front of a large, Roman-style floor to ceiling fresco, next to a placard on a small pole. The fresco depicted a woman in ancient armor holding a spear and scroll. The fresco was an unmistakable likeness of the ghost woman, right down to the braids.

The placard in front of the fresco read ‘Gwensyvyr Dyrys Avlynyse I, also known as Gwensyvyr the Great, Gwensyvyr the Enchantress, and Gwensyvyr the Phantom, First Queen and Monarch of Avlynys.’

Gwensyvyr waved at Danny.

#danny phantom #ectoberhaunt22 #ectoberhaunt day 19: one and one hundred #ancestral fic

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donnerpartyofone · 4 months

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(Sorry if this sent twice--having internet problems) Anon with the shrink friends here. That was a great read, thank you. Great point about self-criticism not being a reflection of what one values in others. It's hard to believe you're stupid and destructive, as you seem very insightful and considerate, but that's cold comfort if those qualities aren't at your disposal. My aunt lost a leg, and when her brother visited in hospital he said, "One you've got left sure is nice though."

Man, you are two for two with great asks. Sometimes when I have a run of annoying interactions, which we all know is routine, the question arises of why I don't just turn off replies/messages, and this is exactly the reason. But the thing is that when I'm talking about my stupidity, it's really a reflection of what I directly, materially experience. You can imagine I often hear from people about "different kinds of intelligence" and while I agree that that is a thing, I don't really experience whatever other intelligence I've got in the same way, it's like some sort of party trick, or an abstract concept. It's like being "beautiful in your own way" maybe, it's money I can't seem to spend--whereas I experience my harmful incompetence really directly and literally in an unavoidable way. That's what makes it so easy for me to talk about stupidity, and so frustrating to have arguments with people who care about me regarding how "smart" I am. Like in what way, what good is it doing me? That's my usual perspective on it.

This is totally unrelated but your anecdote (very tangentially) reminded me of my grandfather's memorial. He was a congregationalist minister but I could never think of him as exclusively christian, he was very philosophical, bordering on cosmic, and also very worldly. He was extremely handsome and used to ride a motorcycle to mass, and his memorial felt like it was about 90% women who had obviously been in love with him. It was hilarious actually, which made it a little less sad. Everyone had these long, elaborate, almost fetishistic stories about how he affected their lives, but then my father got up and spoke very briefly. He and his father often discussed philosophy, and a recent subject had been the zen parable of the monk who is chased to the edge of a cliff by a hungry tiger, where he hangs above a second tiger. In his final moments he sees a strawberry growing nearby, and on eating it, he thinks that it is the most delicious thing he's ever tasted. Then when my grandfather had his final heart attack and was in and out of consciousness with his wife and my father sitting vigil, this attractive young nurse came in to do something and my grandfather came to, looked right at her and said, "My god, you're beautiful!" My dad just sort of shrugged and left the podium.

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revretch · 1 year

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Bug question, particularly butterflies but applies to pretty much any creature where the offspring goal is quantity over quality, but what happens when bugs inbreed? YouTube gave me a butterfly vid that led me down a rabbit hole and it was mentioned that these butterflies were inbred, but my understanding of that is It's Bad because it severely limits the gene pool and causes all kinds of issues. But that's for big animals that, at most, have 10 per litter or so. When you have bugs, you're looking at *thousands* of eggs, so what happens then?

Depends on the insect! As you guessed, it's not as bad when you have so many young and don't live that long to begin with. For most insects, though, it's still not ideal.

Emphasis on most.

Hymenopterans (wasps, ants, bees) have what's called haplodiploidy--a sex determination system where males only have one set of chromosomes. The result of this is that deleterious recessive traits can't accumulate too much, because otherwise the males carrying them wouldn't survive to mate to begin with. So, inbreeding isn't quite as bad.

Most hymenopterans still try to maintain some genetic diversity, anyway--worker bees will kill inbred bees while they're still in the cell.

However, for some wasps, it's the rule. Many species--including the various fig wasps, and many different kinds of parasitoids--are almost strictly sisters mating with their brothers shortly after pupating, only mating with unrelated wasps on the off chance two mothers laid eggs in the same host!

But the cushiony cotton scale insects put even the most incestuous wasps to shame. For years, they were thought to be hermaphrodites.

Nope. At least, not in the traditional sense. Turns out females are just infected with the parasitic testicle of their father/grandfather/great grandfather etc., who has been parasitizing and inbreeding with his own female descendants for--well, who knows how long?

#luxicorde #rev retches #insect #bug #wasp #bee #scale insect #ask

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fandomlife-confessions · 2 months

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We now have an empty inbox, thank you for your patience. I just have to share that I've seen a lot of actual propaganda here on lately which people actually share it around as facts

There's one post where people who suffered under soviet share their stories, one where one had their grandfather arrested because he listened to the radio and was never seen again and the propogandist said that there was female scientists in the soviet so that made it okay?? And people shared it... Want to know why they had so many female scientists? Because the male scientists were either killed or ran away. I'm not saying USA was any better at the time. Communists killed people for being capitalist and capitalists killed people for being communist.

Russia, China, and Israel have notorious troll armies, do not share their crap.

Have you forgotten how China treated the protesters in Hong Kong?

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Do you believe the man who attacked his neighbouring country? The country that considered Russians their cousins? And now they're killing and kidnapping children? And pretend to be the rightful owners of their land?

I'm not saying the west is perfect, and there's lots of bad stuff here too. But do not share their crap! I saw one post lamenting Cantonese being a dying language because even when they were free their parents taught their kids English, but it's okay now, now they're learning Mandarin! Um... That doesn't solve anything, Cantonese is still dying, while more related aren't Mandarin and Cantonese the same, they are giving the population less options to talk to the outside world. Yes, China has one of the largest populations in the world. Here in Norway do we have a party called FRP, to not share my personal opinion, their main political mission is getting rid of immigration and their slogan is "for folk flest" (for most people). But if most people live in China, and if they don't want anymore but Norwegians in Norway, and Chinese people want to visit Norway, are they really for most people?

Yes China is seemingly standing up for Palestine now, but do not forget what they are doing to the Uyghurs at this very moment. There's also several posts about "X country did something bad, therefore all people from there are evil and deserve to die", or "their ancestors did something terrible so they are at fault", just no. Listen here. You are only responsible for your own actions, if your grandfather did, what your father did, heck, even if one of your siblings did something absolutely horrendous, it's not your fault or responsibility. You are responsible for your own and they are responsible for their own. But to some crazy fans out there, your ancestors didn't die so you could be creepy towards someone else or excuse being rude to someone unrelated because of it.

Heck they even used an Ukrainian woman to make deepfake Russian propoganda in China, it's disgusting.

(the ones owning that channel lived in China and loved it for all its faults which you can still hear in their voices, but they were chased out when they showed the faults to the world. They aren't just some foreigners pointing and laughing, they show off their own footage and what they receive from Chinese people or find behind the great firewall of China.)

I've myself been in Kaliningrad, this was a while before the the war, 10 years or so. I was there as the remaining parts of Königsberg are the remnants of Prussia which some of my ancestors came from. Never before had I seen such a depressing place. Drunks everywhere, down the Lenin bridge a man wearing nothing just pulling his clothes after him. Even though the weather was lovely, the whole place felt grey. Resembling the parts of Britain ruined by Thatcher. Soviet had the highest kill count during WW2, most of them their own for "not doing what they were told". Soviet was hell, there's a reason why so many wanted out, don't let them trick you into thinking it was a feminist haven.

And as I haven't seen it posted in a while:

Sorry for babbling but I felt that it's important to know. So if propoganda is sent here or you send in anything based on propoganda, it'll be reported or banned.

And hereby I declare the confession box open!

-Mod Nen

And no, if anyone's wondering, no there hasn't been any julehefter (comic booklets sold around Christmas here) like this in Norway since 2019.

And if you are interested, @fjordsoncomic aka. Nordlys comes out in English sometime this year. And so is Oppfinneren! Neither of them has the old man yaoi above, so you don't have to be afraid to be arrested in Russia for reading them.

#update #ask box open

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terris-mayweather · 1 year

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The Smoke Room spoilers;

GUYS I'M SCREAMING AND FREAKING OUT OH MY GOOOOOOD!!!!!!

So like I said, I have been playing The Smoke Room, and I am loving it. I ended up choosing Cliff's route since he's an adorable and earnest boy and I can't help but <3 him.

HOWEVER I DID NOT EXPECT THIS!!!!

So this is a map of the region of Echo from Avery's parents, and specifically his great great grandfather whom tracked where all the bonfires the Meseta people left behind... (These bonfires were places of safety and refuge, where they didn't feel at all threatened)

The FUCKED (and DEEPLY INTERESTING) part however is that the area surrounding the LAND of Echo, there was NEVER a bonfire in...

You guessed it.

A circle.

"You're always going in circles."

The Meseta people also know the land of Echo as 'evil'. This is so unbelievably interesting and fascinating to me. Oh my goodness. I have to think about the implications and theories for a while, now.

Unrelated side note;

I have really been enjoying Cliff's route. What I DIDN'T expect was the addition of Murdoch, too. It has given me quite a shine to him, as well, and I think it's AMAZING that the Echo Project was able to interweave another character like this into a character's route, and also the potential for this kind of throuple is fascinating to me. I haven't gotten much further than Murdoch's proposition, but I'm starting to get feelings™ because these 3 have found each other in such a desolate place, and I can see a deep and emotional bond forming for all three of them. And that's beautiful, especially given the time period they ended up in.

The Smoke Room has been fucking amazing and I just love these developments and characters I have been seeing. SPOILERS FOR LEO'S ROUTE/ECHO

But I am FILLED with dread knowing how Leo's route ended, and how Sam/Chase specifically called out Echo for hurting his loved ones: William, Cliff, Nik, and Murdoch. I'm scared. x-x What. Happens?

#echo project #the smoke room #the smoke room vn #furry vn #gay furry #echo Chase #tsr Samuel #tsr cliff #tsr murdoch #tsr william #tsr nikolai #i love them #but I'm so scared

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hekates-corner · 4 months

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Apothecary Diaries | WN Translation | Arc 9 - Chapter 20

Hi and welcome!

For a number of reasons I ended up here. I go about translating to the best of my abilities, relaying all that happens in the chapters - pretty much playing wine-aunt.

So, be warned that all the spoilers are down below. Want some but not all? My dm's/asks are open!

New here or missed a part? Check out the Masterlist.

Enjoy & please take a look at the notes, if you're caught up!

Chapter 20 | A Twisted Past

Maomao checks with Kurumu: So you know the wind reading clan?

The self-proclaimed “beautiful girl” crossed her arms and grunted “Hmm/Well”.

Kurumu: I know, or rather, that’s what my great-grandfather used to call it when he was still living in the grasslands. Well, I only know very little/not much about it either, I’ve only asked my grandmother a few times.

Maomao: Can you tell us as much as you know?

Kurumu: Eh, what should I do?

Narrator-Mao notes that as she made a bad move, Kurumu got carried away.

Kurumu: I can’t say it’s free but/though

Grinning, Kurumu asks for money.

Taomei: Hehe, do you want to get turned in by/to the officials?

Eyes reminiscent of a bird of prey flashed behind Kurumu. Taomei looks on with a smile. Narrator-Mao notes that.. for some reason, the unrelated Basen cowered and the owl was trembling, its wings ruffled.

Kurumu’s face twitched.

As expected, Taomei is a scary wife who puts Gaoshun in place.

Maomao deliberately clears her throat.

Maomao(?): …… I think we’re making a concession here. You answer the questions. I won’t expose you to the officials. Also, depending on what you do in the future—

Taomei: Right, we can also discuss what to do with this owl

Taomei continues Maomao’s answer.

Kurumu: Understood. (it’s short and rushed, fitting for being gaslit like this). What I heard from grandma was that a long time ago, a nomadic family was hunted by slaves. I heard that most of the people who were hunted were killed, the women were taken as wives and the children were sold as slaves.

Narrator-Mao’s like “that’s info even I know”.. however, there is one thing that’s bothering her.

Maomao: I heard that the wind reading clan uses birds. Does this mean that the method of incubating and raising bird eggs has never ceased?

Kurumu: That’s it. Ah, that was a bad thing to say. The wind reading clan was destroyed. The divided half

Maomao: Half?

Maomao and the others stare at Kurumu.

Kurumu: That’s right. They must’ve been going around the grasslands for some kind of festival or something. In that case, wouldn’t it be better to move in parts, rather than all at once. There was also a means of communication using birds.

Maomao nods, saying that’s certainly true.

Maomao: But what happened to the remaining half? It seems that the wind reading clan is thought to have disappeared. Was the festival not continued?

Kurumu: Yes/Hmm. I don’t really understand/get it. Apparently my great-grandfather was one of the surviving members of the family, but he died when grandma was about ten years old. Granny said that he had taught her a lot about birds, but he was no longer grazing and was living in the city. However, there was a regular customer who would buy the pigeons he raised, so he didn’t have to worry about food/eating them.

Maomao: A regular?

Kurumu: Well, I was told that he must be some kind of big name, but I haven’t heard any details about him. I mean, even grandma didn’t seem to know much about it.

Everyone falls silent at Kurumus testimony.

Kurumu: Huh? Did I say something weird?

Maomao?: No, thank you very much.

As narrator she goes on ask-stating if that’s what’s meant with a horse coming from a gourd, which is a literal translation from a saying about a joke/something very unexpected actually coming true. But then she argues that she’d assumed it could be somewhat related to the wind reading clan, it just got to the core of it all more than she expected.

Kurumu: Compromise. Can I take this one home? I found a place that looked like a good spot for releasing (owly).

Maomao(?) asks if she’s actually going to let owly go if they hand owly over and Kurumu explains that that’s what she’d intended to do and what she’d been taught by her grandmother.

Maomao makes eye contact with Taomei. Taomei nodded quietly, so Maomao handed the cage containing owly over to Kurumu. Kurumu smiled broadly.

Maomao: May I ask you one more question?

Kurumu: What is it?

Now that the bird had been returned, Kurumu seemed to be in a good mood, saying this with her teeth showing.

Maomao: You said that your father and Gyokuou-sama’s mother are related, but is it okay to assume that your mother is also part of the wind reading clan?

Kurumu: I can’t say for sure, but…… She seemed to like birds and was used to handling them.

Narrator-Mao notes that if Gyokuou’s mother is from the wind-reader clan, there would be various connections.

Going on to think: I got some useful information though

However, Narrator-Mao’s like.. if they believe Kurumu’s story, several contradictions will appear.

Maomao thinks: If the wind-reading clan had not perished, perhaps they could’ve continued the festival even after that.

Which would mean they’d have to question what the meaning of what Nenshin, who’d become a serf, was doing actually was.

And why did the wind-reader clan become extinct?

Narrator-Mao thinks that a strange/suspicious point just appeared.

In her mind, concluding that one possible possibility is…

Maybe they pretended the wind reading clan was destroyed and used their abilities for something else. (also got that they destroyed them to use their abilities)

“The faster information is transmitted, the stronger it is” - she points out in her head.

Once you surround them with the fact that they perished, there’s many ways to use them. This isn’t strange, considering that Kurumu’s grandmother was already living in the city. It also makes sense that Kurumu’s great-grandfather passed away so early.

Maomao goes on thinking, about great-grandpa’s premature death, that once the technique has been passed down - those who know the past are in the way. (because they know too much)

Kurumu: Hey. Nee-chan. Can I go home now?

Maomao startles as Kurumu pokes her. She seemed to be in deep thought.

Maomao: Sorry. Could you please give me/us your contact information? I might also be able to introduce a customer who also wants a small bird.

Kurumu: …… Eh, I’m kind of scared

Narrator-Mao notes that Kurumu doesn’t seem to be fooled by her fake smile. (Maybe) There was a look on Maomao’s face as if she was going to let a valuable source of information escape.

Taomei: Hehe. I(?) would never do anything terrible to a child. Hey/Listen, could you please introduce me to your father?

Taomei’s eyes light up.

Kurumu reacted timidly, nodding.

Mind-Mao’s like: She’s just too strong

Going on as narrator: Even though she’s a different type from Suiren and the Madam (granny from Verdigris)

Mind-Mao thinks that it’s quiet around her/that it’s no wonder everyone around her (Taomei) is so quiet.

Chue is not as bubbly/outspoken as usual and Basen has a selfless look on his face, one that resembles Gaoshun. Maomao wonders if this is how today’s Gaoshun was created.

Once Kurumu was sent home with a/her servant, Taomei looks at Maomao.

Taomei: From the look on your face it seems like you’ve come up with a few things.

Narrator-Mao notes that this seems to be a polite way of saying: If you know something, tell me.

Maomao: This is just my assumption and it may be (wild and?) absurd

Recently, Maomao has had some antipathy with her adoptive father, Luomen, but she is basically faithful to his teachings. She doesn’t intend to judge things based on speculation without evidence.

Taomei: But my-, our master isn’t looking for a definite conclusion every single time/for every single thing. He’s a master of taking everything into his own hands, but could you please speak with him once so that we can plan for possible future countermeasures?

Taomei looks at Maomao with the eyes of a bird of prey.

Maomao?: Well then—

Maomao opens her mouth to tell Taomei to tell Jinshi her story.

Taomei: No, please meet and talk with him directly.

Maomao: I don’t think there’s a problem with talking about it here

As narrator Maomao doesn’t think that Taomei would twist around the speculations she told her.

Taomei: No. Sometimes I need a distraction

Maomao: Huh?

Maomao could only narrow her eyes at Maomao, who gave her a slightly mischievous smile

Notes

This shit’s getting wild xD

– Please note that this was originally Arc 10. I wrongly assumed since it's going to be LN 10 it would line up, but it was brought to my attention that 2 of the arcs are split up due to how long they are. It doesn't change much per se, since it's still future LN V10, but I'm sticking to the promised honesty, if I get something wrong somewhere. I've gone ahead and renumbered all the posts by now.

– A bird of prey is a bird like an eagle/hawk that kills and eats other birds/animals

– The line about the horse and the gourd was an actual chain of kanji. You can google it and it'll come up: hyōtankarakoma xD

– Which, btw is unrelated, but Basen’s often coming up in translators as “Horse flash” which is always funny. Taomei is peach(es)

– The “selfless” expression mentioned from Basen towards the end is “muga no kyouchi”, a state of self actualization. It’s a state where a person has surpassed his/her limit and starts to copy and execute techniques that he/she has seen/experienced in a random pattern. And yes, this is part of Prince of Tennis xD

– One of the only things I don’t know this time is who’s servant Kurumu leaves with.

– I most often got that sometimes Taomei (aka “I” not “you”) needs a distraction, which.. She's a married wife, with grown kids, her husband in tow - I did get it a minimal amount that sometimes “you” need a distraction, but with Maomao’s reaction and Taomei’s mischievous smile.. 6 and 9 is a number once added up that equals yoga between the sheets.

– I also got it a couple of times that Taomei has a couple of potential clients that could want birds from Kurumu’s dad, but for now I settled on one (Jinshi, the obvious target)

I hope you enjoyed. Buckle up, this is going somewhere. I just love that Taomei is domming anyone and everyone like they’re all just clay in the palm of her hands. Stay safe and I’ll see you soon!

#kusuriya no hitorigoto #the apothecary diaries #hekates apothecary

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consolecadet · 1 year

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After getting moderately lost on the college campus where it was sited, I went to the first meeting of my darkroom photography class. I arrived eight minutes late and wheezing -- not a great first impression, but it was cold, I have asthma, and I was hurrying. Just like when I was an undergrad, only it now hurts slightly less to walk!

There were only two other students, a married couple named something like Christopher and Kim, or Kyle and Kristy, or something. Of course I forgot their names but still remember the name of the dog they mentioned having, an Alaskan Malamute called Panda. They seem nice enough, vaguely hipstery. Calvin said he was interested in film photography for the aesthetic, which, valid.

The instructor's name is Paul and, unsurprisingly, he is an older gentleman. He told us his favorite thing to do photographically is to use high-ISO film with large grains, then enlarge an area of the photo until it looks almost like a pointillist painting. The prints he showed us tonight, though, were more conventional ones: dead leaves, the campus at night, a tasteful nude of a thin woman, an outtake from a series he shot of old Grange buildings. (Proto-union-halls, I guess? I don't know much about granges beyond the unrelated ZZ Top song.)

We could not get my grandfather's camera working because the batteries, which were from the 1990s at the latest, were dead. It takes button batteries, like a hearing aid. Paul asked if I had the manual, and I admitted that at home, in additional to the manual, I have all the receipts, because my grandparents keep everything. There was a partially shot, undeveloped roll of film in there. I'm sure it's quite old. Once I know what I'm doing, I'll develop it and see if any images survived.

I'd kinda figured that learning to shoot and develop film would help me reconnect with both my grandparents (my grandmother was always more a photographer than my grandfather) and keep my grandfather's memory alive, just because the camera was his. But I as I watched Paul demonstrate the developer bath I remembered -- how could I have not thought of this before? -- that my grandfather was a chemist. The real keeping-alive is in learning the chemistry.

The processes of developing film and making prints feel almost intentionally tailored to fuck with any person who struggles with executive function. It's alllll watching a big clock for one to seventeen minute durations and remembering to gently agitate a container for ten seconds every minute, and pouring a series of similarly colored fluids in the correct order only. Luckily, there's no cell service down there, so you can't get distracted texting or whatever.

#I forgot film processing would be so...wet. my hands are gonna get so chapped #boring text posts #darkroom #family

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victusinveritas · 10 months

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Note to self: when reading Lovecraftian mythos stuff by better (also much less racist) authors than HPL (not hard, there are a lot of them, but in this case Paul di Filippo)...consider how the fun combination of cough medicine, steroids (for stronk lungs to fight cold), antibiotics (which shouldn't go into play but apparently do), and usual nighttime dosages cause me to trip absolute Lovecraftian related balls (or rugose putrescine orbs) while hunting a villain who was infact half WASP and half giant wasp, intent on colonizing Chile for the great underground hive.

Unrelated, but here, have this picture of my great grandfather Walter, a contemporary of Lovecraft who probably would have beat his Habsburg-jawed face in because Walter was a good Irishman and apparently also a bit pugnacious. Richard Nixon later thanked him for his pugnacity on behalf of the American government.

The night before that I dreamed that I snuck into the high desert landship built by a mummified Hitler bent on healing the psychosocial trauma caused to (not by) members of the SS and Wehrmacht as kind of a Roman legion costume resort on a landship thing. Once beyond the gift shop (where they mostly sold Himmler's live chickens in various costumes), I grabbed a golf club and started inflicting very physical trauma on the recovering (and in some cases still horrifically wounded) Krauts with glee. The dream ended as I was biting the neck off of an SS/centurion guard I had knocked down with a framing square, so I never got to take a shot at Hitler like I planned, but I knew Superman and Wonder Woman would be on the case.

#lovecraftian #i dreamed this #dreams #my grandmother's house burned down so the whole family has hated candles for the last century #family lore #family stories #dreams about killing fascists are wonderful

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luasworkshop · 1 year

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More Antony Facts:

Antony is the second eldest of four siblings (two brothers and a sister.) They’re all a chaotic bunch who would kill god for each other - if only to kill their sibling first.

The Aiello farm is huge, well-established, and functions almost like it’s own clan, with multiple families living in various separate buildings on the property, including aunts, uncles, cousins, and unrelated folks who have integrated into the group. Antony’s immediate family is considered the head family of the group, and they serve as arbiters when there are disputes.

All of these people mean that kids who stick around the farm (all of Antony’s siblings have) can specialize into what they like for the most part. Antony has learned orchard care from his grandparents, and as they have been tending the land so long, it is a sympathetic growing pattern which is carefully maintained all round.

Antony is highly skilled in grafting, transplanting, tree maintenance, propagation, land and water use, coppicing, etc. The land they are on primarily is suitable for citrus, olive, cork, almond, pomegranate, loquat (original specimens imported by Antony’s great-grandparents), quince, mulberry, carob, and fig trees, all of which are represented on the property in varying amounts (some simply for family use - others for sale and export.)

The Plague was hard on the family, after the deaths of some of Antony’s extended relations, his great-grand father and then his grandparents took to being the ones to take care of in-town business in the hope of sparing the younger generations of whatever was happening in Vesuvia.

Antony lost his great-grandfather (last remaining of that generation) as well as three of his grandparents to the plague. His mother’s father survived owing to being primarily home-bound by an old injury (he did want to go, but the family decided against it), and he has tremendous survivor’s guilt for it. Antony’s mother is considered head of the house these days.

Antony is quite close to his remaining grandfather, as he formerly tended the orchards as well.

The extensive grounds of the Aiello farm are close to bordering with those of Valerius’ estate, and the Aiello family have an ongoing friendly prank war with the working families of their neighbors. While sabotaging crops is strictly off-limits, moving scarecrows, building terrifying edifices overnight, haunting, spooking, and otherwise harassing each other has been going on for generations. It’s generally friendly in nature even if it’s terrifying in execution.

Antony is always eager to participate, although he and his cousins have given up on using homemade fireworks for it after they nearly DID cause an incident (he still sometimes makes them for family celebrations though - he’s a little too good at chemistry for his own good sometimes.)

While not particularly outgoing, he’s still an energetic and clever sort, and can and will get into whatever mischief he and his buddies can manage. He has never wanted for idiots his age to do dumb shit with given the number of people on his family’s farm.

On his own, when not dutifully attending his work, he likes to sunbathe and swim naked, go for runs/rides/hikes, and generally keep his body busy (and yes this absolutely means ‘I’m trying to prune trees in the west field but the clap of my ass cheeks keeps alerting the forest spirits to my location - hope they don’t wreck me...’)

He has been an eager participant in Vesuvia’s kink scene since stumbling on it years ago, and enjoys being played with an passed around.

He did not transition until puberty, which upon hitting it went ‘NOPE THIS IS WRONG’ and took steps to sort himself (as with Liliana, this has been fine with his family as per social norms of the area.)

His carefree approach to life and general penchant for chaos helped to bring Liliana out of her shell a bit when they were new friends. She thinks he’s overly brash, but his rather cavalier approach to safety did help nudge her away from being overly cautious.

A deeply romantic soul, he’s been in and out of love multiple times, and tends to fall hard and fast then realize he’s being a bit of a fool over someone he barely knows. The consistency of the kink scene and his friends therein have kept him from having any major emotional meltdowns over his romantic life, and as of the present he wouldn’t mind a partner but is also happy where he is.

As of the events of ‘The Arcana’ he is in his early 40s.

#Antony #These two are going to be a fucking problem I can see

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lactodebillus-bulgaricus · 8 months

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HWS Bulgaria

Who is he, when was he born, who is he related to? What is y'all's opinion? (I'm curious, I'd be happy if you wrote why you chose the option you chose)

(shout-out to @jalshristovski & @athenov & @chido3000 who replied on my first post on this topic, I like your ideas and I'm happy you shared them)

Idea No.1: He's the son of Old Great Bulgaria (OGB for short) and the brother of Volga Bulgaria (VB for short) who came to the Balkans. He was born in the 7th century and represented Asparukh's Bulgars who were distinct from the Slavs, once they assimilated the Bulgars and the Bulgar name was given to the mixture, he began representing the Slavic Bulgarians. He used to believe in the pagan Bulgar religion, then he became an Orthodox Christian.

(Is he the biological son of OGB, or did he pop out of nothing in 681, bearing strong resemblance to OGB? Is he his son in the biological, human way, or is he his son in the weird Hetalia way?)

(I go with Idea No.1 in my crackfic because the dynamic of Bulgar, Onoghur, Volga and Danube Bulgaria is funny to me, but if I ever wrote a serious work, I could use a different idea)

(Feel free to suggest other ideas)

#hetalia #hws bulgaria #aph bulgaria #hetalia bulgaria

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