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deandoesthingstome · 3 months

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Thanks to you, I've read a few Dom!Walter Marshall fics now, and it got me thinking.

There's a joke among my friends irl (and many others online) that the venn diagram for d&d/table top players and kinksters is actually nearly a perfect circle (and if you add SCA and rennaissance faires, it becomes a stack of pancakes). We've said this for at least 20 years, and it's caught on online (or maybe it was one of those things that was pulled from the collective unconscious. Idk).

Back in my kink club days, one of the dungeon masters there was also a D&D dungeon master, and almost every person I ever played D&D or Vampire: Dark Ages or any other dice-based RPG was also into kink/ bdsm to some extent.

Anyway, my point/question was this:

Henry Cavill is a d&d/rpg enthusiast, is he not? 🤔 🤭🤭🤭

All those Januhairy pictures got me thinking. And full disclosure...I haven't been attracted to Henry since I watched The Tudors back in the day, and even then, I was way more into John Rhys Meyers. But there is something about Henry with the longer hair and beard... makes me want to drop to my knees and say, "yes, Sir."

I'm late to the damn party, as usual.

Whoa. There is a lot to unpack here. Please bear with me! Also, I got wordy so here's a cut.

First, I cannot thank you enough for taking the time to let me know the influence I've had on your reading repertoire. That is amazing!

Second, you can't just drop "I've read dom!Walter thanks to you" and not tell me what you've hit on! First thing that comes to mind for me, like immediately, is Under Orders. Please tell me you've given that a gander?

Third, I will be perfectly honest that many of the words or letters in the rest of your ask are foreign to me in their use. (That's a little bit of a joke. Welcome to me!) While I do know about d&d and rpg and renn faires, I don't play. And I have no idea what SCA is. Though also honestly, I'm not sure how pertinent to the ask that is, since...

Fourth, yes, I DO believe HC is at least an rpg enthusiast (if, again no idea, Warhammer is that kinda thing?). So I feel like you're hinting at a facet of his lifestyle I don't know anything about, nor do I want to. No judgement, just fact: I have no doubt the HC we see is a little bit of a character as much as any of his on screen personas, and while I don't doubt he's a gigantic nerd, I don't really want to dive deeper into thoughts about who he really is. All this is my way of trying to say that while I don't have anything against RPF (I wrote some for god's sake) or those who want to know more about HC personally, I just feel like I'm never gonna know who he really is so I'll stick to my character fantasies. Okay. That was a lot. Sorry.

Onto fifth position. Well, that's me on my knees in front of, at a bare minimum (and yes, probably bare) Walter Marshall (full head of hair, full beard), August Walker (adequate head of hair, full mustache, adequate facial hair), Captain Syverson (shaved head unf!, full beard), or Geralt of Rivia (full head of hair, no facial hair I think). Or any of several combinations of these 4 guys I currently travel between.

All that to say: I'm may not agree with you about the correlation between body/head/facial hair and how willing I am to get on knees and take orders. But boy, was this fun to think about.

And hey: If anyone reading has any dom!Walter you want to throw my way, I'll gladly take it.

#gemini-mama asks #charlie answers #walter marshall #is a good dom #yes he is

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rederiswrites · 8 months

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My Pennsic camp has one athletic person, which the rest of us regard with a sort of baffled awe. We have one active, serious heavy fighter, whom we listen to with the amusement of a person who does care about that subject, but like, way way less. We have one person who likes football, and he is well aware that that's embarrassing in this social circle and tries not to bring up the sportsball. We have two people who care about the SCA social hierarchy, and we regard this with a sort of ironic bemusement and treat them with no additional respect whatsoever.

"Seems like a huge pain in the ass tbh" we say, and they agree. Being the titular leaders of the entire SCA barony encompassing Boston and its suburbs is fucking WORK, and expensive at that. Fuck it, we say, and they almost agree.

Overwhelmingly, we're anarchic, anti-authoritarian craft nerds. As I explained to new camp members this year, we're Fraggles--"We each lead ourselves, and we all lead each other". We're nearly half teenagers and children, and they also are feral creatures, raised to think for themselves. "What should I do if I'm out and I see someone with a fancy crown?" asks one of my wards, new to the event. I begin to explain that, at least at Pennsic, you can just step aside with a slight bow and keep moving, when the mom next to me just says, "Avoid them." "Or that," I say. "That works 99% of the time."

What we care about is Doing. Making. Cooking in the fire. Pottery. Learning how to work heavy bronze wire. Casting pewter in the fire pit. Midnight sweet potatoes in the coals. Shibori dyeing with an indigo dye bath, fascinated by the slight rotting-plant odor. Brewing and distilling. Firing stained glass at midnight in the middle of camp. In our camp, you earn respect because of what you've done. The only authority we care about comes from expertise, from actions. Assumed authority, official authority, pretensions of greatness, have historically pulled some truly remarkable acts of creative spite out of our members.

In my shop, I serve knights and duchesses. I do not use titles to any of them. Someone drops a hint: "I mean, if you'd like I'd take you as apprentice, too." Apprenticing to a Laurel is a good way to climb the ranks towards Laurel yourself. But I know I'm better than her already, and don't need the cookie. "I don't think I'm apprentice material," I laugh. She doesn't bring it up again.

In other words, these are my people. Creative rebels.

#SCA #Pennsic #this is ridiculous

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the-punforgiven · 27 days

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Hey, i wanted to ask because you seem to know your stuff, do you have any resources/books/sites you recommend for people who wanna know more about knights?

To be honest I'm really not sure, most of what I know comes from just like, hearing it secondhand and then googling it later tbh

If you're more in the market for dry academia I've heard an effective approach is like, searching for weapons/armor/whatever on wikipedia, and then like, scolling down to their sources for something interesting to read, but idk if that's your speed (Tbh it's usually not mine either, unless I'm having a catastrophic autism moment lol)

To be honest the place I got the majority of my knowledge from is just from like, getting curious about random shit and googling it, I really wish I had better resources I could give but tbh I often just like, don't really keep track about what I'm googling, I just google some shit like "What centuries were people wearing close helms" or whatever and then just read several different pages to make sure the information lines up

Or I'll hear something in passing about like, "The heaviest sword ever used in battle was 7 feet long and weighed 14 pounds" or something and google that one, which opened up a huge rabbit hole for me that was very fun to dig down into

(Admittedly, whenever I'm curious about something related to combat or swordsmanship techniques, I usually end up finding my way back to this wiki specifically though)

I also got a lot of what I know specifically from like, traveling medieval festivals and my SCA friends, so if you can find a festival or a branch of the SCA around wherever you live I'm sure you can find some nerds willing to share weird history facts with you

Because to be honest, basically all my knowledge of knights and such just came from either random idle curiosity or word of mouth + google. Like, Listen to something cool someone says, google it, voraciously consume information on the topic, repeat

That's also why my knowledge is very very spotty, I have a lot of knowledge but it's full of weird gaps that make it difficult to really talk about what I know with other people who like, actually know their shit lol

Alternatively again I know there are plenty of youtubers who like talking history, I know Skallagrim is a popular one (and largely responsible for making End Him Rightly a meme back in the day) but tbh I kinda fell off watching his videos a few years back so I have no idea what kinda content he's making nowadays

If you're more interested in the swordplay than the history I know I got my start on that from the Blood and Iron HEMA channel, but admittedly I fell off from watching their videos a few years back as well lol

That said I also recommend googling the shit out of whatever youtubers say that piques your fancy, since idk I've found youtubers are more likely to get their sources mixed up than anyone else for some reason

I'm sorry I really don't have much in terms of resources to give you tbh, basically everything I know came from me hearing about something cool and falling down a rabbit hole googling it

The only other advice I can give is that if you see a weapon in a videogame that's got a fancy name that sounds like, vaguely european, maybe try googling that too, you might find something neat!

Sorry for the wall of text also, and doubly sorry there's so little substance in it ;-;

@history mutuals please share whatever you've got below, for both anon and me lol

#I just genuinely got like nothin man I'm sorry #Thanks!#asks #anon

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justgarb · 1 year

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Hello! My name is James, and this is a blog dedicated to garb, costuming, SCA, and other costumed nerd activities.

Originally intended for how-to guides and photosets for constructing my own kit, but it has evolved into something more.

Main is @nerdintheforest and I do alot of renfaire vending and craft stuff over at @easternwoods

Queued posts run once or twice per day

Useful search tags (queued posts included):

My stuff:

#my garb #my crafts #my gear #my sca

#my collabs

Getting Started with Garb:

#starter garb #fast garb

#ots garb (off the shelf garb you can buy)

#child garb (great for practice, prototyping, and confidence building)

Construction and Repair:

#how to guides #tutorial

#fabric sourcing

#sewing #sewing tips

#seam finishing

#gore gusset godet

#trim #buttons

#mending #darning

Garb by component:

#footwear #boots #shoes #turnshoes

#tunic

#dress #apron dress #gown

#belt #medieval belt

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#bag #pouch #pocket

#hat #fur hat #hood #skjoldehamn hood

#pants #hosen

#winter wear

#handwear #gloves

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and of course

#armor

Other kit tags:

#camping #gear

Fiber Arts:

#fiber crafts #fiber art

#yarn sourcing

#embroidery #needle felting

#braiding #finger loop braid #norse braiding

#skjoldehamn braid #skjoldehamn belt

#tablet weaving

#knitting #crochet #nalbinding #lace

#visible mending

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Specific materials:

#leather #fur #velvet

#beading #bead making

Society for Creative Anachronism:

#sca #heraldry

#sca combat #rapier #heavy

#sca events

Styles:

#ren faire #cosplay

#reenactment #larp

#historical costuming #traditional costume

#vikingstyle #precolonial fashion

Peoples & Places

#norse #viking

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#pinned post #updated 20240423

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quixoticanarchy · 1 year

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Would you do 11, 26, and 33 for the ask game, please?

Oh only just saw these bc apparently the inbox function is hidden from me now and can only be found by clicking on individual notifications directly... functional site.

Anyway thank you :))

11. favorite extracurricular activity?

I didn't really do school extracurriculars I more did like.. community organizing stuff, but in terms of just pastimes currently I am enjoying learning to throw spears and knives (through the sca)

26. a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times?

Like a hypothetical scenario? or a memory? I run through a lot of scenarios in my head before doing anything and I'll also replay both good memories to relive them and bad ones in order to do them over better, but I'm not sure which this is asking for. I will do a lot of imagining just being in nice places hanging out w people I love

33. the last adventure you’ve been on?

Wondering what qualifies as an adventure... I went to the US desert southwest a couple months ago and that was excellent; I went camping at a medieval nerd event more recently and I think that's also a bit of an adventure. Lots of things can be depending on your approach

#hope these are vaguely answering the question!#ask game

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lady-merian · 2 years

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WIP game: AU?

The AU folder mostly only contains various notes for the continuation of this which was written as much for a birthday gift for my sister as a response to the initial ask.

I’d been considering what would stay the same and what would have to change for a coffee shop AU for a few years, but never written much. Why specifically a coffee shop AU? I’m close friends with the best barista ever, and have more background info than your average customer as well as an intimate knowledge of all their non-coffee options. Merian just doesn’t seem like a coffee drinker. Erandir does. Mild conflict right from the start in their mutual assumptions about each other that turn out to be wrong.

In any version, Merian has the same interest in healing. At different times I’ve toyed with the idea that she wants to be a pediatric nurse (she loves kids) or whether she wants to become a certified herbalist. I can see the appeal of both, but it does assume I’m ever going to get far enough with this for it to matter. As it is, having her in college is so far from anything I know about that I’ve kept far away from having to give details.

I still haven’t decided on what Erandir is going to do, other than work part time at Starbucks to put himself through school. My sister posits the theory that his favorite subject is history, so maybe it should be related to that.

Caliam wants to be a pilot and he’s no longer prone to gambling. The reasoning just isn’t there in this AU. He gets people to play games with him without needing to resort to that. He’s an odd mix of nerd and jock. Still not academically inclined, but this version can fix your computer, your refrigerator or your car with varying-but-mostly-good results (okay now he’s got traits from all three brothers whereas in canon he’s only got traits from two). @valiantarcher suggested welder or machinist and either of those suit him…but his dad is in the Marines and it would fit if he joined as well. There are so many options!

To Raya I give every fiber arts interest I have and then some. Arric remains somewhat of a mystery to me. Wynn is a history professor who also takes particular delight in recruiting unsuspecting individuals to the SCA.

#Erandir #Merian #AU #writing asks #WIP ask game #ask meme #Rebekah Anne #My writing

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hellenhighwater · 4 years

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My stage career began when I was a little under two months old, when I took the spotlight as Baby Jesus in a Christmas pageant. I’m told that I did a wonderful job and slept calmly through the whole thing, which can only speak to my talents as an actress, because I was 1. the wrong gender 2. a colicky screaming demon of a baby and 3. about as far from divine as it’s possible for an allegedly-human child to be.

I continued to be actively involved in theater as a kid (and frequently played roles of various small animals, because I was tiny for my age). Around the age of ten, I was cast as the lead character in a musical about cowboys that I no longer remember the name of. It was my first real lead role, and I took it very, very seriously. And because I am myself, that means I maaaaybe went...a little overboard.

My character’s introduction was early in the play, accompanied by the crack of a bullwhip. This was more-or-less pre internet (or, at least, our director was not tech-savvy enough to find sound effects online) and we didn’t have a sound effect track for that noise. There were plans to acquire the appropriate sound effect before opening night, but I rapidly tired of making my entrance during rehearsals to the sound of someone yelling “BULLWHIP NOISE!”

This, I thought to myself, is a problem I can solve.

I learned early in life that it’s good to be friends with people who have skills; they always come in handy eventually. After rehearsals one day, I put on my cowboy boots and biked a couple miles over to my friend Grace’s house. I went down to their basement and knocked on her older brother’s door.

“Hello,” I said. “I need to learn how to use a bullwhip.”

“....Okay,” he said. It did not seem to occur to him that he might ask further questions about why I, a tiny horrible munchkin composed exclusively of rage and pointy elbows, needed to be weaponized any further. Clearly, I had come to the right person.

My friend’s older brother would have been an SCA nerd, if SCA was a thing where we were. Instead, he was one of those unsupervised 4H kids with weird hobbies, largely oriented around ancient forms of combat. He was somewhere in his late teens at this time, and he liked to make stuff. It was an urge I, even at age ten, could sympathize with. His name was Aron.

Aron got out his bullwhip (which I had noticed hanging on his wall on a prior visit, and had filed away mentally under a for future use tab) and we went to the backyard.

“Step one of using a bullwhip,” Aron began, “Swinging the bullwhip.”

We rapidly discovered that since I was god’s tiniest, angriest creation, a full-size bullwhip was way too long for me to use. Aron’s shins suffered for my attempt.

“...Step one of using a bullwhip,” Aron said, “Making a bullwhip.”

So we went back inside, found a tanned cowhide (that he just...had? I don’t remember if there was a reason for this.) and some razor blades, and I learned how to cut and braid a bullwhip. It took a few tries, and I wound up coming back for a while, because I kept getting frustrated with the bullwhip-braiding process and Aron kept distracting me with bait like: “Hey kid, wanna learn to make some chainmail?” and “Hey kid, wanna fletch some arrows?” and “Hey kid, wanna try doing horseback archery?”

Obviously the answer to these questions was “BOY, WOULD I EVER!” Some delays are necessary to the artistic process.

(At one point my mom asked me “Hellen, what are you doing over at Grace’s house all the time?” And I, perfectly innocent, said, “Making weapons!” and my mother, who never understood why I was like this, but accepted that a girl has needs and those needs occasionally involve stocking a personal armory, said “Okay! Have fun!”)

Soon, the bullwhip, size extra small, was finished. The lessons on actual bullwhip use commenced.

It should be noted that Aron was self-taught, and really had no idea what to do, so this was mostly an exercise in the two of us standing twenty feet apart and flailing wildly with our respective whips until snapping noises happened. And then we figured out what we’d done to make the snapping noises. And then we kept doing that. Extremely vigorously. So vigorously that at one point one of the bullwhips launched into the air and caught on a tree branch and we hand to drag the trampoline over so Aron could bounce me high enough to grab it. But we persisted!

Eventually we reached a point where we could line up pop cans on a fence rail and hit them off three times out of five.

Feeling extremely accomplished and like I finally understood method acting, I packed my bullwhip into my backpack for the next play rehearsal. Soon enough, it was time for me to make my entrance.

I leaped on stage in my cowboy boots and cracked the bullwhip as hard as I could, immediately launching into the song despite the fact that the sound of five feet of braided leather breaking sound barrier had startled the accompanist so badly she’d keysmashed on the piano.

The director shouted something she probably shouldn’t have shouted in a room full of small children, and then demanded, “WHERE DID YOU GET THAT!”

“I made it!” I declared proudly. “I’m a cowgirl! I can make my own bullwhip noise!”

“You...made it?”

“Yes! Because we needed a bullwhip sound effect. And bullwhips are where bullwhip sound effects come from!”

This was, of course, impeccable logic.

It is apparently difficult to argue with a gleeful ten year old who happens to be armed with a bullwhip longer than she is tall. After some negotiation, the director agreed that I could use my bullwhip for my opening song, provided that I didn’t pop it while anyone was anywhere near me on stage and I didn’t let anyone else play with it. These terms were acceptable to me.

Somehow, no one was injured and the play went off without a hitch. We can only chalk up these things to the magic of the theatre.

Nearly a decade later, an unsuspecting college classmate asked me, “Hellen, wanna take a class on bullwhip combat with me?”

And obviously I answered, “BOY, WOULD I EVER!”

#storytime with hell #i dont know what happened to that bullwhip #and now i kind of want to make another one #aron was delighted to have another human person interested in his hobbies

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fluffyferalkacchan · 3 years

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BNHA Headcanons #3: Kacchan is afraid of ghosts

Okay so pull Bakugou into a Battle Royal style situation, surrounded by villains? He'd just smirk while going Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight on their ass.

But ask him to watch a ghost movie, or go to a supposedly haunted place? He'd nope his way out faster than Hawks at full speed.

So whenever the Ashido or Kaminari invited him to a ghost stories night, he'd categorically refuse. On every friday night aka. "movie night" he'd ask whoever is inviting him (a member of the Bakusquad or Todoroki, absolutely NOT Deku though) what movies they were supposed to watch (thankfully after the First Movie Night Fiasco, Iida instated some rules which worked in Bakugou's favor) so he'd googled it and knew when it was safe to come.

Besides the ghost types of horror movie, he's actually fine with all the other ones, so no one picked up on the fact that he didn't like ghost movies yet. (He's definitely not asking Deku, because he knew that that nerd would notice the pattern).

Somewhere along the line though Kaminari and Todoroki ended up finding out about it. In totally different circumstances, though.

Kaminari

After coming back from his supplementary classes, Bakugou was dragged to movie and since he was tired he totally forgot to ask about the title. He totally should have though, because it became obvious ten minutes into the movie that this was going to be about ghosts. But at this point it was too late to extract himself from the situation.

Halfway through, Kaminari, who was sitting right next to him on the sofa, noticed that Bakugou had gone strangely stiff and that he was clutching very hard at his knees. One subtle peek at Bakugou tense face and wide-eyes was enough for Kaminari to understand. And he mentally went like "Oh shit."

So like three seconds later he went like "Eeeek!" and splashed the full content of his glasses on Bakugou's face. Predictably, everyone around them went like "?!!!!", while Bakugou was like "What the actual fuck, dunce face?!"

Kaminari made a super sheepish face and explained that he felt something touching his neck from behind so he got super jumpy. So he dragged Bakugou to the bathroom to try to help him clean up, all the while apologizing super loudly.

"Whoa you got strawberry milk in your hair! Hmm... how about you go wash your face, while I take care of your shirt, okay? Just take it off and hand it over, I'm really sorry, Bakugou!"

He was half-expecting the other teen to explode on his face and to bite his head off for telling him what to do, but Bakugou was oddly silent and just studying for a while. Then,

"You did that on purpose. What's your deal, dunce face?"

Busted.

"Hmm.... I just sort of feel guilty 'cause I'm the one who dragged you there to watch the movie? And you must really be super tired 'cause you didn't even ask what we were going to watch and.....now that I think of it you probably ask for that specific reason so -"

"Quit the fucking rambling you sound like the nerd!! Get to the fucking point!"

"Right, so like, I think it's really not cool to force you to watch something if you don't like it? "

"The hell? I was fine!"

"Dude, it was written all over your face that you were sca-"

"I WASN'T SCARED!"

"... that you'd rather go kiss an octopus than be anywhere near that scary ghost lady. Unless you want to go back there?"

"..."

"Yeah that's what I thought. Now give me your shirt."

"Don't fucking expect me to thank you for throwing milk at my face!"

"Yeah no, no, don't. t'was my fault, anyway!"

(Though if sometimes afterwards Bakugou tutored Kaminari with way more implication than usual, it was because that dunce face was even more dumb that usual and absolutely not because he was feeling grateful or anything.)

"But like dude, it's actually kinda unexpected... like you seem the type to go full on "DIE, DIE, DIE" on anyone even on ghosts."

"... ghosts are not corporeal, dumbshit. And they're already fucking dead."

"Oh, right!"

Kaminari thought right there and then, that it actually made a whole lot of sense that Bakugou would be afraid of things that he was defenseless against and couldn't physically fought off.

Todoroki

Todoroki actually figured it out on his own by noticing which movies Bakugou tended to avoid and how he'd react when sometimes someone in the class would talk about that or that rumor. So one day he just came up to Bakugou and bluntly announced. "You are afraid of ghosts."

Bakugou of course blew up a gasket trying to deny it, but then Todoroki just went and showed him a picture of Sadako up close and reaching out like she was about to come out of the screen on his phone and Bakugou swatted at the phone so hard that it nearly fell down on the floor. "GET THAT THING OUTTA MY FACE!"

So yeah, the cat was out of the bag after that.

At some point, class 1A went to an amusement park and they decided to do the haunted maze.

Todoroki, whispering: Do you want to take my at hand?

Bakugou, hissing like a feral cat: Ask me that one more time and I'll fucking punch you in your asymmetrical face!

(Bakugou is fine with haunted attraction, because when he was a kid he once punched a fake ghost in the face and it actually went down, so hunted attraction are (relatively) safe).

The Origin Trio

Actually, I think that Bakugou is not the only one afraid of ghosts. This probably extends to any of the Origin Trio. Like all three of them are super badass and used to harsher and more dangerous situations than any other hero-in-training were at their age (and even than some actual pro heroes)...

But put them in a situation where they might be confronted to a ghost, like an old 'haunted' place? They'd react just like any scared teenagers would and I think it's hilarious.

Like at some point during their week-end internship with Endeavor, they went to an old inn in the middle of nowhere. And Endeavor had left them there alone for the night, while he went ahead to some place he wanted to scope beforehand.

While being served to eat, Midoriya asked the owner if she'd notice anything strange going around here recently. He actually just wanted to know if the suspect they were chasing had escaped there, but she ended up talking about how sometimes at night there would be that weird low scratching noose, like nails dragged on the wall and thumping in room where no one was supposed to be... and cue interjection from other resident of the inn about local tragic deaths and ghost rumors.

Which of course caused Bakugou to turn two shades whiter. But aside from that they determined that it probably wasn't the villain they were looking for and put it out of their mind. Until they heard the exact same scratching the owner had been talking about in the middle of the night... coming from inside their closet.

Midoriya, looking uneasy as they are inching closer to the closet: M-maybe it's just wind...

Bakugou, looking just as uneasy, if not worse: Inside the fucking closet?!

Midoriya, mumbling, mumbling: well, depending on the structure of the inn, there might actually be some places susceptible to air leakage and because of the difference of pressure between the inside and the outside -

Bakugou: Oh for fuck's sake, shut up.

And of course the light chose that exact moment to malfunction. Then a loud banging noise came from the inside of the closet, causing all three of them to flinch and frantically using Todoroki's light and Bakugou's explosion as their source of light.

Midoriya, sweating bullet and voice shaking: I think it wants to come out. See? It's banging and scratching on the closet door as if it is stuck in there... maybe it is too weak to properly move the door yet? Or it has not realized that the door is a sliding -

Bakugou, swatting him on the head: Are you freaking dumb, don't give it ideas on how to escape, damn Deku!

Todoroki, who had kept his poker face until now actually started to feel scared as well: M-Midoriya, what if I burn the whole closet down, while it's in there?

Midoriya: No your fire probably wouldn't be able to affect it. Odds are you'd actually end up burning only the closet door... which would actually allow it to escape....

Todoroki: Oh.... I think I understand now why you're scared of ghost movies, Bakugou. Feeling this helpless is very unpleasant.

Midoriya: Wait, what?! Is that why you're avoiding movie night, Kacchan?

Bakugou: Can we fucking focus on the actual fucking threat trying to break through our closet door?!

Midoriya: But now that I think about it, it's really strange that the door managed to physically restrain it while it's supposed to be incorporeal. Was there some kind of seal on the door? Or is it actually linked to the way it died -

And then the "actual fucking threat trying to break through the closet door" mewled. Yes mewled. Because, turned out it was actually just a cat who had sneaked in at some point and got stuck in there.

(And when Endeavor came back some time later, they unanimously decided not to tell him about what happened.)

So yeah, while Bakugou is the type to be afraid of anything ghost related and avoid them as much as possible, Todoroki is fine with ghost stories and movies and so on, but he would be the type to be really scared when actually confronted to a "possible ghost encounter situation". Midoriya, while still scared shitless, is probably the one who would be the most level-headed in such situation, 'cause he's sort of used to be scared?

About ten years ago.

Kid Deku and Kid Kacchan were exploring some part of the forest and they saw an abandoned shack and Kacchan wanted to go look inside,

Deku: Kacchan, it looks like it's haunted. What if we meet a ghost? Aren't you scared?

Kacchan: I'm not scared! Even if there's a ghost, I'll just use explosion on it!

Deku: But ghost doesn't have bodies. I don't think you can touch or hurt it. But it can touch you.

Kacchan, going super still:...

Deku: So what if we see one, and it tries to hurt us because we went inside its house?

Kacchan, looking at Deku with wide eyes: ....

Deku: Or what if it follows us home and attack us when we're asleep? I don't wanna go in there, Kacchan. Let's go back?

Kacchan, close to tears: F-fine, but that's just 'cause you're scared! I'd totally go on my own!

Deku accidentally being the source of Kacchan's traumas and totally forgetting about it, since time immemorial.

#bnha #bnha headcanons #bakugou katsuki #kacchan & deku #origin trio chaotic energy #kaminari & bakugou friendship #todoroki shouto #midoriya izuku #todoroki & bakugou dynamics #kaminari is a good friend

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bottleofspilledink · 4 years

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God’s Watching, Put on a Show || Chapter IX

“So…” Eve began, staring at the various stands and stalls and tables with all sorts of different agendas, occasionally shifting her gaze to the people who would weave between it all.

In every sense of the word, today was, for lack of a better word, eventful.

This was most likely why, when they were gathered in the gymnasium for club sign-ups, the pair simply stood amidst the somewhat organized chaos, clueless.

“What now?” Eve pulled out the club sign-up form from her skirt pocket, thankful she hadn’t lost it in all the ruckus. “My offer still stands, I really don’t mind letting you pick the club we join.”

“I mean. I already told you earlier that I don’t really care what club we go to either way.” Lilith shrugged. She wasn’t trying to sound apathetic, but she couldn’t really remember the last time she enjoyed club time solely for it’s activities and not the friends she would do them with. “You pick.”

“Alright, we’re not gonna get anywhere with this, so how about a compromise?”

“I’m listening,” Lilith chuckled. Of course Eve would be the type to suggest something like that.

The girl in question blushed at the sound, but fought to gather her thoughts and continue.

“You can tell me the clubs you don’t like and I’ll do the same. After we narrow down the list, we can settle on a club that we both like, or at least a club that on of us can tolerate.”

“Okay, but let me tell you now, there are a lot of clubs I don’t like.”

It was Eve’s turn to laugh, her hand automatically coming to cover her mouth as she grinned and giggled.

“Tell me anyway.”

“No music club,” Lilith said, right off the bat. “I’m a mediocre singer and I don’t want to spend two or three hours a week singing hymns.”

“Reasonable enough.” Eve recalled being given a small flier when they entered, the colourful paper listing all available clubs and emptied her pockets once more in search of it before crossing out the words “music club” with a pen she had found while looking for the paper. “Anything else?”

“No home economics. You know why.”

Eve just nodded an drew a line across it.

She was doing this to make up for what she did, not draw attention to it.

“And lastly,” Lilith said, voice tinted with humor as she tried to lighten the mood, somewhat guilty when she saw Eve’s face fall when she mentioned home economics, “no math club. ‘Cause I’m not a nerd.”

The girl succeeded, getting a tiny, genuine laugh from Eve that made her heart flutter like a hummingbird’s wing whenever it graced her ears.

“It’s fine, I’m bad at math too.”

Lilith visibly perked up at the words, the teasing grin Eve had so missed making a comeback at long last, “I never said I was bad at math. I’m pretty good at it, actually. I just don’t like doing it more than I have to.”

“Really?” Eve joked, displaying a mock-disbelief. Lilith was no idiot, though judging by her work ethic when it came to CLE, Eve couldn’t help but make a few assumptions. “What score did you get on the practice test a few days ago then?”

“Ninety-four percent.”

At that Eve’s eyes grew wide as saucers. That was better than she had gotten, and, more surprisingly, it was better than what Mary had gotten, ninety percent, an A minus that paled in comparison to Lilith’s A.

“Oh. That’s neat.” What could she say in response to that?

Fortunately, she didn’t have to struggle to say more, as Lilith returned the question to her.

“What did you get on the test.” Lilith wasn’t the type to gloat, at least not to a person she liked, but the thought of Eve thinking her a fool or a failure wasn’t the kind of image she wanted to project either.

“Eighty-seven…” She stared at the floor in shame, suddenly enamored in the scuff marks a muddy sneaker had left on the floor, shame flooding her face in the form of blood, her cheeks taking on a soft pink for different reasons now. Who could have left this here? A student who had forgotten to clean the soles of her shoes? A janitor, maybe?

Lilith couldn’t help but melt at the sight, immediately speaking to comfort the girl.

“Hey, come on. There’s no need to be embarrassed, that’s a pretty good grade, especially coming from someone who says they’re bad at math!” She clasped Eve’s shoulder and gave a gentle, encouraging squeeze, trying to get her to look up from the floor. “That’s like, what, a solid B? A B plus even?”

When that didn’t work, she slid her hand down to Eve’s and ran the pad of her thumb over the soft skin before giving another, more tender squeeze. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to embarrass you when I asked that. If you want, I can help you review for the next test?” She put on a smile and tried to sound optimistic, mind running a mile a minute as she tried to figure out what to say next.

“There’s always room for improvement!” Lilith said, stealing one of Paula’s lines in the rare occasion that Joan flubbed a test or lost a game. She’d have to thank her for that later.

Meanwhile, Eve hoped that Lilith wouldn’t be able to feel her pulse through her wrist, the pink hue her face took on having faded, only to return with a vengeance when Lilith opted to hold her hand, the way the girl soothed her thumb over her knuckles nearly sending her into cardiac arrest, the momentary squeeze stealing the air from her lungs and running for the hills, if only for an instant before she mustered up enough breath to speak.

“You’d really do that? Or are you just saying that to make me feel better?”

“Are you kidding me?” Lilith grinned, incredulous. “Of course I’d help! With a score like that, there isn’t even all that much to do.”

The way Eve looked at her when she said those words, amber eyes adoring and brimming with marvel as it were, Lilith couldn’t bring herself to look away, it was like she was lost and slowly, willingly sinking into the entrancing, honeyed hue that was Eve’s eyes.

She could hardly handle being the subject of the girl’s gratitude-filled gaze, her heart clenching tenderly when Eve smiled at her, because of her, soft and sweet, dimples appearing on her rosy cheeks, unaware of the near-painful longing that welled up in Lilith’s chest.

In the split second silence, Lilith wondered whether it was for better or worse that Eve didn’t know how her heart ached whenever she made her smile, knowing that Eve, kind person she was, would never want to hurt her, even in the most gentle way, the soft tightening of her chest Lilith herself would sometimes even long for.

“Anyway,” Eve said, breaking the quiet that had settled over them, “I really can’t join the art club, so that’s out of the question. My drawing skills are literally non-existent.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah! The best I can do are stick figures, bee doodles, and really loopy flowers.”

They scratched that off the list and began roaming around, Eve unsure of what clubs were a hard no for her but wanting to narrow down the list further.

“Oh, definitely no debate club.” She said out the moment she saw their stand, stopwatch, hardwood podium and all.

“Okay, but why?” Lilith took the list from her and crossed it out, skimming over it in search of clubs the both of them could enjoy.

“They’re sca-“

“Lilith!”

A girl with shoulder-length black hair swishing slightly with every step came up from behind them and hugged Lilith with a fierce grip, nearly making the both of them fall to the ground in the process, her long-suffering partner, local gossip girl, Margaret, merely trailing a few paces behind her, not wanting to be associated with the girl who managed to make at least eleven heads turn towards them.

“Joan told me everything this morning. Where is she?” The girl let go, swinging her head around frantically and craning her neck in an exaggerated search. “I’m gonna beat this chick’s ass if it’s the last thing I do!”

Finally, Margaret came closer and tried to put a stop to whatever was unfolding. “Swearing is against the rules, Julia. I can report you for that.”

The girl, Julia, apparently, turned to look at her partner, joyful demeanor fading in an instant.

“So is make-up and cheating, but you don’t see me yapping about it, do you?”

That shut Margaret up effectively, cheeks probably red with indignance under her foundation.

“Anyway, where is the bitch? I’ll-“

“Okay, before you finish that sentence, I think you should know that the girl you’re calling a bitch is right beside me. Right now.” Lilith said, grabbing her by the shoulders and making her face Eve.

Julia looked at her.

She looked at Julia.

“Hi.”

“Oh shit. Hey…” They stared at each other, a split second of tension filled silence passing between them. “I’m not taking back what I said though, you’re a bitch. I mean seriously, I get not being gay but did you have to- OW!”

Lilith’s elbow met Julia’s rib, harshly.

“When did Joan say all this?” She sighed. The last thing she needed right now was someone making Eve feel worse after everything that happened today, especially now that they were just starting to patch things up and talk free of any awkwardness.

“I already told you, she said all that this morning. We sat next to each other in CLE and passed notes while Sister Jane wasn’t looking.”

“Julia, you’re fucking nuts and I love you for that,” Lilith sighed again, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration, “but now is really not the time. Go ask Joan or Paula to catch you up on things, they should be around here somewhere. We’re busy looking for a club. Until they tell you what happened earlier, you can not call Eve anything except Eve.”

“Oh wow, okay. I must have missed something big if you’re defending the girl who made you sob so hard, you almost-”

“The details aren’t important! Besides, you weren’t there, so you don’t know what happened.”

Julia raised a brow at the girl, shutting up to help her save face, but going in for one last tease before she went looking for Paula to see the whole picture, “I literally just said that Joan told me everything, but okay.” She put her hands up in a sort of surrender. “Say what you want, babe! I’ll get the truth out of you the next time we get wasted anyways, so yeah!” And with that she turned to leave before, rather impulsively, Eve called out to her.

“What club did you join?”

“You’re really gonna look at me and not immediately assume I’m in the softball club? You offend me, Eve. I mean really! You know what they say about softball. It’s the sport of my people!”

The blonde merely stood in silence, absolutely dumbfounded, mouth opening and closing like a fish yet not a syllable leaving her lips.

Julia cackled, tossing her head back and ruffling her soft curls. “Oh God, she doesn’t know?” She asked Lilith, her eyebrows raised so far up that no one watching would be surprised if they receded even further back to join the hair on her head. “You really know how to pick ‘em, sweetheart!”

She walked away, giggling and giving them – well, more Lilith than Eve – finger guns all the while.

“Okay, I’m just going to ask. What was that whole thing about softball about?”

At this, Lilith herself couldn’t help but laugh. “Basically, it’s kinda a stereotype that, and this isn’t a thing we made up, lesbians play softball.”

Eve’s look of confusion turned to bafflement turned to a somewhat exasperated and incredulous amusement. “That makes no sense, but I’m going with it anyway. How did that even start?”

“I actually don’t know, but we went along with it too, cause why the fuck not? You know?” Lilith shrugged and they continued walking again. “There’s probably a bit of truth in there somewhere. It’s how Joan and Paula got together, so there’s that! And Julia has an ex that used to be a member.”

Eve took the list back from her while she was distracted, eyes quickly scanning over it to see if Lilith had crossed anything out while it was in her possession. “I’m assuming there’s a story behind that?”

“Yup!” She snatched the flier away from Eve once more, holding it high above her head when the girl tried to get it again. “But not one you get to hear. Not yet.”

She huffed at that. Eve, despite already standing on her toes, the four inch height difference between them made it so she couldn’t get the list back from Lilith.

“Okay then. But one last question.”

“Yeah?”

“Sweetheart? Babe?” Eve asked, a twinge of jealousy in her. Granted, she had no right to be, at least in her own mind she didn’t. She wasn’t even supposed to be feeling anything for Lilith other than disdain, but what could she do? Her only consolation was the fact she’d yet to act on said emotions.

Technically.

Eve tried to justify what she could, mind jumping from hoop to hoop, connecting loose strings, drawing lines between dots that were barely there. Earlier wasn’t anything akin to love. It was just a friend taking care of a friend.

Yes.

“Oh, that? Yeah, Julia calls everyone that, really. It’s nothing personal.” Lilith felt delusional. Were her feeling for Eve so strong as to warp her mind and affect her hearing, going so far as to imagine Eve’s voice with a pang of envy. “If you get on her good side, she’ll probably call you something too. Not what she called you earlier, though.”

A wave of relief washed over the blonde… followed immediately by guilt for feeling said relief.

It was nothing another round of mental gymnastics couldn’t fix.

The only reason she was relieved was because Lilith not being in a relationship meant that she wasn’t beyond saving.

Of course.

“I hope so, too.” Eve said. They turned to walk down a different aisle, about forty-five minutes left for them to find and join a club.

The pair strolled between stalls leisurely, narrowing down the list bit by bit, encircling the ones they had taken a particular liking to, chatting about clubs.

“The gardening club seems cool.” Lilith suggested, looking at their small stall decorated with small, origami flowers, the girls who ran it not having the heart to pluck what they had grown just yet. “It’s outside so I get some fresh air and it’s no sport, so you won’t have to strain yourself like you did in gym. Whaddya think of it?”

She looked over at Eve, only to see her frowning, a mix of disappointment and contempt in her eyes.

“I’d love to join, but I’m not allowed. My mom doesn’t like me gardening.” Her frown turned into a pout, eyes growing glassy with frustrated tears that had been building up for nearly a decade now. “She made me stop when I was eight because my hands were getting rough…”

“Use me.”

“What?”

“Use me as an excuse. Tell her I made you join it.”

Her words were temptation, the apple offered to Eve by the serpent.

Lilith held the sign-up slip and the red pen out to her, the folded paper an open invitation to rebellion. She wouldn’t force Eve, however, wanting this decision, this sin, to be hers and hers alone, the girl refusing to even write her own name on the paper.

Eve could feel the fifth commandment ringing in her ears, as the Eve before her knew she was defying god.

“Honour thy father and thy mother.”

And yet, Eve could also feel the dirt between her fingers and under her nails, the weight of a trowel in her hands, the sun beating on her back through the gaps in the leaves of their oak tree, the scent of the earth and the flowers carried by the breeze.

The nagging voice in her ears faded and morphed to the gentle buzzing of the bees and the high-pitched chirping of the birds.

Eve took the form and filled it up.

Eve took the apple and ate of it.

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Sounds like you don't like rennfaires. What about medieval times?

They're both fine, just not something I'm interested in. I'm glad that other people get so much joy out of them, but I have other things that bring me more joy.

I love to see people nerd out or get excited about things even when I don't share that interest, because we need more joy and happiness and excitement in the world; less judgement and criticizing.

#ask sca-nerd #ask sca nerd #renn faire #medieval times #personal opinion #put joy into the world #choose to be happy for others when things make them happy

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hi, id love to know more abt the metal parts of your armor! i saw a post abt you adjusting your helmet, does that mean you know how to make all of that yourself? if you wanna be detailed as hell, be my guest, please! ive been curious abt medieval style fighting for a little while, it seems fun, but even if i dont do it, i still have cosplay im working on that requires armor, so knowing how to at least make it look realistic would help me a lot! links to tutorials would already be a huge help!

that's super cool! so I'm not necessarily the best person to ask, there are other folks who are way more into making their own armor. but I'll do my best. First thing, if you're interested in doing medieval style fighting, you should see if there's an SCA branch in your area! There are also other armored combat groups, but I don't know as much about them. At least where I live, if you know what branch you're in, if you look them up on facebook there's probably a local fighter fb group. Join that, and especially if you let someone know ahead of time so they can bring loaner gear, you can probably just… show up to a practice and people will help you get set up and loan you some armor and teach you the basics. If you don't have facebook, look up the local SCA branch and email the chatelaine (their job is to welcome newcomers), or any other relevant official. Say that you're interested in learning heavy fighting (assuming that's what you're interested in? heavy fighting is wacky-wacky, what I do. rapier fighting is swishy-poky, more like fencing), and ask them about fight practices in your area, and who to contact about loaner gear. They'll get you set up. Once you've been to a fight practice or two, you've tried it out with loaner armor, if you've made up your mind that this is something you want to do, you can probably just talk to the people you've met at practice and they'll be happy to help you get your own armor figured out. Now, because of quarantine, irl practices aren't happening rn. But the facebook groups are still pretty active! So if you can find the fb groups for your local sca branch and the fight practices in your area, you can introduce yourself and ask your questions on there. I'll give you a quick run-down on what I know… Most of my armor is leather, which is a bit easier to work with, especially with limited tools. Basic principles for working with leather is, you get it wet (move it around a bit under the water to make sure it soaks in all the way), shape it into the form you want, and then set it up so it'll dry in the right shape. Then you dye it if you're going to do that thing, then wax it. Then you stitch it, by poking or drilling holes in it and then sewing it with sinew. You'll need to know how to set a rivet, that's easy enough to look up on youtube. Simple sandwich rivets are fine for most things, actual rivets with washers are good for when you need something more heavy-duty. Most of the metal bits I bought online. Helms are hard to make yourself. With the shoulder and knee bits, you could do it yourself, but it's a bit of a pain. Doing some poking around online, r/sca has some good resources, there's a thread that's pretty similar to your question right here: https://www.reddit.com/r/sca/comments/2x89pa/how_do_you_guys_make_armor_specifically_metal_and/ and I found an old forum with a lot more resources: http://forums.armourarchive.org/phpBB3/ and for specific skills, like "how to set a rivet" or "how to dish metal", youtube is really useful. @sca-nerd might be able to refer you to more info? Good luck!

#long post #am I a stickjock now #faq #armor

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saunteringvaguelydownwards · 5 years

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My Dragon Con photos pt. 3

Descriptions below (L-R, T-B)

M’Lee, Rygel, Scorpius, and Sikozu from Farscape. It’s the 20th anniversary of Farscape this year (good lord), so a large portion of the cast was there, as were the Farscape cosplays. Managed to snag this photo as the last Farscape panel of the week was letting out. Incredibly well done

Chiana from Farscape. Another awesome cosplay. That amount of paint and makeup is insanely difficult, both to make look good in the first place, and to make it stay that way for hours. Not to mention the wig and the costume. Really cool to see my favorite character done well.

Mark Watney from The Martian. This was the same day as the Winter Soldier and Umbrella Academy photos. Honestly, there were so many photos I wanted to take right then, but I really had to get to my photo op with David Tennant, so I only got those two and this one. I couldn’t not. Love that movie. Asked for a photo and he dropped into the Fonzie pose from the scene in the movie and once I stopped laughing enough to take a steady photo I thanked him and booked it through the hotel.

Aladdin, Bellydancer!Genie, and Jafar. Like I mentioned, big Disney cosplay photoshoot on Saturday, and my friend Kaz is a huge nerd Disney fan. This was her first Dragon Con, but she has been to many many other conventions, and is a Russian garb Laurel in the SCA. She made all three of our JediPuff Girl costumes, as well as my Viking!Loki tunic and coat. Girl can sew. So she decided she wanted to do Genie from Aladdin. In the morning she was cheerleader!Genie, with the blonde wig and the tiny little J flag and everything. And then she changed into Bellydancer!Genie. She sewed all that. She figured out how to make it so the lamp would stay on her head while dancing, but could be removed for humorous photo opportunities. She took bellydancing lessons in the months leading up to the con so she’d know what she was doing for poses and videos. *Wayne’s World bows to her awesomeness*

Genie and Indiana Jones. The archeologist and the artifact. Kaz saw him and said “hey, do you think you can stick this somewhere no one will find it for another 1000 years? I need a nap!” So he pondered and he planned and then I kicked myself for being in photo mode and not video because he grabbed the thing and took off through the crowd, looking back and my friend gave chase while shaking her fist dramatically. Awesome bit of improv. I think someone got a video. They had a seriously impressive camera with a bright-as-fuck light and looked like they were taping in someone sort of official capacity for the con, so I hope it surfaces cuz it was hilarious.

#dragoncon #dragoncon 2019 #dragon con #dragon con 2019 #farscape #m'lee #rygel xvi #scorpius #sikozu #chiana #mark watney #aladdin #genie #jafar #indiana jones #cosplay #photos #long post

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So. While I intend to continue to read all the posts etc from you lovely people, I’m rededicating this Tumblr Blog to following my current goal. I am attempting to go for my Seargeantry in the SCA. I am a resident of the Kingdom of An Tir in the Barony of Blatha An Oir. You can find the Sergeantry Trials requirements here: http://blathaanoir.antir.sca.org/events-gatherings/sergeants-trials/ Also, if you are not a member of the SCA, but are interested, you should check out the website: https://www.sca.org/

The first step, since I am aiming for a Martial Sergeant Rank, that of Sergeant master of Arms, I clearly need Heavy Armor again.

Again you might ask? Yes, again I answer. You see a long time ago when I was 18 I was gifted a cobbled together suit of An Tir legal Heavy Armor. I wore the SHIT out of that and fought in more than one List, never winning a tournament mind you, but I did have a blast and participated in One Autumn War. However, I left the state of Washington and joined the Army. While I was serving, my Parent’s house, where I kept my armor caught fire and was destroyed.

Many ask me why I didn’t just choose to rebuild it and join the Heavy Lists again earlier, and the answer is complicated. The short version is I had a child and quickly became a single father. I wanted to as I LOVED Heavy Fighting, and it was a goal of mine to be a Knight in An Tir someday somehow, but it wasn’t practical. Single parenting is expensive and every time I came close to being able to coble my own armor together something happened in the realm of parenting.

I did, however, participate in SCA events, specifically Egils yearly, where I eventually started dating my 2nd Wife. I also did a LOT of boffing, even going so far as to create my own semi successful boffing group of the SCP (Shadow Clan Players) in Eugene Oregon. I say semi successful because apparently when I stopped going it fell apart despite all their complaints about me. Which, many were valid complaints, but many I felt where fabricated nonsense that kind of pissed me off. Petty? Eh Maybe. It was a long time ago and a different chapter of my life.

So. A Bachelor’s and a Master’s later, both earned at UW, and we find ourselves to today, 2019 CE, or in the SCA A.S. 54 and I can FINALLY take this step again.

After 24 long years, I have begun the process of preparing to re-enter the lists for SCA Heavy Combat. This has come at some ... interesting difficulties. The first is that I am no longer 18 and let me tell you, it really is different. Just the feel of being in armor is different. It also doesn’t help that I’m around 120 lbs heavier than when I was 18. I’ve begun working out, eating right, all while I construct and or purchase my armor. There will be parts of my armor that MUST be created by me, for my Sergeantry, and I will document that here, but for the most part, at present, my armor is created from Pikel Barrel by Dark Victory Armory. (Here:https://darkvictory.com/) With my helm and Lobster Gauntlets donated by my good friend and fellow society member Claire Keenan

Pictured above is my first step. Getting into the armor. Done. We can check that off. Next is Sword construction, which I have begun and will show you on my next post. Following that, I’ll try my hand at constructing a shield, which will also be documented. Before all of that though, I need to get my current armor approved. So once Fighter’s Practice comes up (They just concluded Autumn War so no Fighter’s Practice this week!) I’ll go and try to get my Armor Approved. Claire has mentioned introducing me to a Knight to help make sure my Armor is good to go first. I’ll keep you all posted! Until then, History on ya Nerds!

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archivingspn · 3 years

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Jibcon 7 Sunday Misha and Jensen panel

Skip to 21:40 Fan: In the last season, Dean confessed that there’s people and feelings that he would like to experience differently with him for the first time, and this season, settling down has come up so many times. And I was just wondering if you think that Dean can ever combine a hunting and a romantic relationship in a way? And for you, Misha, if Cas could have, like, something in between normal and supernatural and stuff. Misha: Are you talking about the work-home life balance, and how we need to strike a better one in Supernatural? (laugh)

Fan: Why not? (laugh) Jensen: You’re asking if Dean’s ever going to have an actual relationship?

Fan: Combined, like, because I don’t think he will ever get away from hunting altogether.

Jensen: (shaking his head) No. However, if there was a huntress… (shrugs and rolls his shoulders in a “who knows” gesture) (audience laughs) ...you guys would kill her.

(audience and Misha laugh and applaud)

Jensen: So... no. I’m (laugh) I’m destined to a life of solitude. And-

Misha: Thanks a lot! (supportive of Jensen’s statement, blaming the audience for that with his tone, but clearly joking)

Jensen: And thank you very much! (blaming the audience for that with his tone, but clearly joking)

Misha: That’s true. You could have been shooting a lot of really steamy sex scenes over the years if it weren’t for these fuckers. (smiling as he gestures at the audience)

Jensen: Oh yeah! (laughs) Oh yeah, no, there could have been a lot of “serious questions” asked. (smiles and then smirks) And a lot of “influence”. (making a joke on the convention’s running gag)

Skip to 26:25 Misha: We had a point, uh, we had a point when we were taking photos earlier where I was holding an ice cream cone that he was licking. (Jensen and audience laugh) And- and I- I thought to myself, “Gosh this isn’t what I imagined it was going to be like.” (Jensen shakes his head) (audience laughs) (Misha smiles at Jensen) Jensen: And then, just to- just to dab a little salt in the wound (mimics shaking salt)-

Misha: (Misha abruptly gets up from his chair with a wide smile) We had an amazing photo session by the way. Jensen: (mimics saking salt) Just to dab a little salt in the wound, (points out vaguely to the audience) You know who you are. (Misha laughs) Whoever you are. (Misha hits his forehead with his mic) This lovely young woman (both Misha and Jensen stand) walks up and says, “I’m going to be in the middle and you two are my bitches.” (audience laughs, some cheer) (Misha and Jensen wag a finger at the audience, shaking their heads)

Misha: That’s not the punchline. Jensen: That’s not the punchline. (audience laughs) The punchline is that me and Misha looked at each other and we went (Misha and Jensen look at each other, shrug, and then begrudgingly pose for the photo) (audience laughs) (Misha and Jensen sit down) No argument.

Misha: (shakes his head) Zero. Jensen: No hesitation.

Misha: No resistance, no dignity. Jensen: No resistance at all, just…. (sighs) yeah. (audience laughs)

Misha: (nods) We get it. (smiles) Jensen: (looks at Misha and then looks down for a bit) And then she walked away, and he looked at me and softly said to me, “That’s where we are now.” (Misha laughs) (audience cheers)

Misha: (turns to Jensen) “Wh-” (laughs) “What’s it like to be on a long-running, successful show?” (audience laughs) (Jensen stands up and throws his head back laughing) (Misha stands) Well, let me tell you (laughs) (audience laughs) And it’s sca- Jensen: It’s when the fans really respect you, love you, adore you, admire you, and walk up to you and say, “You two are the bitches in this one.” (audience laughs)

Misha: (laughs) In the same photo session, we had a piece of, uh, (mimics nerd rope dangling from his mouth) candy, string candy, (Jensen drops his head and mic) that went from- the idea was like a Lady and the Tramp kind of photo, right? And so we had, we had our- Jensen: (off mic yells) You know who you are!

Misha: (laughs) We had our- we had our respective ends, uh, near our mouths (mimics holding the candy) and the woman standing between us said, (in a gritty, commanding voice) “Eat it.” (audience laughs, some cheer) And, then she repeated, “Eat it.” (audience laughs) And so we did. (Jensen mimics afraid but hesitantly taking the candy in his mouth) (Misha sits back down) Jensen: We often get questions, um, “What’s the weirdest thing a fan has asked you to do? “What’s- What-” These are those moments. (Misha briefly slides off his chair laughing and then sits back down) Now, I will say that… most of that photo session - I would say 99% of that photo session -- was very enjoyable. You people are fucking awesome. (sternly) However (moves to the front of his chair) playing Lady and the Tramp (Misha laughs) and acting like bitches (audience and Misha laugh) that’s not on the resume we read years ago.

Misha: No. We have to add that now to our resumes- Jensen: So, now we get to add that into our special.. (Misha giggles) (turns to Misha) What is it? Uh-uh-uh special, uh-

Misha: Special skills. Jensen: Special skills. (Misha laughs) “Special skills:” (mimics writing text on a line) “Bitches.” (audience laughs)

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