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meraki-sunset · 9 months

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having a hard time explaining grimdark and trickster to a friend

think you can help?

they get godtier just fine but the other two keep confusing them because right now they think

grimdark = chaos in anarchy sense, but trickster = chaos in haha funny meme sense

Sure, let me see…

GRIMDARK mode is described by Doc scratch as “going completely off the deep end in every way”.

It turns your skin an unnatural dark gray, and in rose’s case to be surrounded by a dark aura, while jade had a spacey green aura.

It’s basically a black magic power up deeply connected to the horroterrors, a state of mind that comes from letting them influence a broken mind. For Rose, it was the death of her mother, and then trying to reveal the horror terror’s secrets. For Jade, she was heartbroken, but also she got mind controlled into entering the grimdark state by the condesce, who is also connected to the horrorterrors.

As an extra, Hussie described Eridan as also going into grimdark when he began murdering people, tho his case must’ve been more symbolical, as he presented the perfect scenario to become grimdark, the complete loss of hope, waiting for Jack to kill them all (due to his title being prince of hope, ergo Destroyer of hope) added to Feferi breaking their moiraliance talking with Sollux, being the detonator for his broken mind, and him being a Derse player, so his dream self was around the horroterrors and had interacted with them prior, he was also interested in magic like rose, had a wand just like her and sought for answers about, like her. He just lacked the connection to the horroterrors in that crucial moment.

So Grimdark is basically when the horroterrors cause the player's most primal and violent tendencies to be pushed to the forefront

The grimdark is also described a “the fabled blackdeath trance of the woegothics”. So a dark trance that people like Rose and Eridan are inclined to fall victim of (in my opinion)

TRICKSTER mode, in the other hand, is described by Calliope as something that brings out your full potential, that brings all your walls down and puts all your inner thoughts in the outside and all your creative power in your hands. It strips you from all social and mental barrier.

It gives you reality altering Powers, allowing you to jump from place to place, probably dimension hopping, manifest objects and makes you super happy and candy colored to the point of losing grip in reality

The problem is that cherubs are very different from humans. For a cherub, who is supposed to fly around in the endless space protecting/destroying a certain part of the void, and its inhabited planets, feeding of black holes, fighting entities to death to ultimately mate in the shape of a big ass snake, a juju that’s basically drugs that can make you forget every wall you built up floating around space alone, and move forward as a happy missile ready to find a mate sounds good. But humans are social creatures, and cherubs are not. Cherubs don’t answer to anyone and don’t have Friends, they don’t need to follow any social cues. Humans built their relationships carefully, and they have secrets and barriers to protect themselves and others. They hide things like crushes and resentment and problems, because well, for the sake of peace, for the sake of not braking every relationship they have. That’s something that Calliope and Caliborn never fully grasped and understood why the kids came to hate the juju when they woke up

So that’s all I could gather. Essentially they are different kinds of power ups, opposite to one another at their core, BUT in both the person isn’t fully there and is being guided by primal instincts, be it rage/sadness or Hope/happiness and they both have consequences in the user because neither is supposed to be used on humans or even trolls.

#homestuck #csau extra #homestuck info #grimdark #trickster #homestuck trickster #homestuck grimdark

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raz-writes-the-thing · 6 months

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Birth One, Get One Free (Good Omens)

Aziraphale x Crowley x Fem!Reader / requests are open and encouraged

Summary: You're the birth mother of The Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, Angel of the Bottomless Pit, Prince of this World and Lord of Darkness and you find you need Crowley's help with making sure you get to keep your little Antichrist.

CW: giving birth, soul-selling, blood, uh- k-kidnapping? sort of? canon typical kidnapping/kidswapping (can't believe I just typed that)

Good Omens Tag List: @coffee-and-red-lipstick @quickslvxrr @clarina04 @motionlessindoubt (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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You hadn’t even fucked the Devil. You had just… sold your soul a few years back. You’d thought it odd when the Demon who’d struck the deal with you had not actually asked you to sign your soul away. They’d licked their lips with their snake-like split tongue and said that at some point, they’d come to you for a favour you weren’t able to deny.

Of course, you’d already agreed to this before they’d outlined that particular detail to you. And thus, you started to always read every line of text in a contract before signing. No way were you going to make that stupid decision again. At least you still had your soul, you supposed.

It was a year or two after that when you’d met Crowley and Aziraphale. An Angel and Demon who weren’t terribly akin to their own kind, and preferred the company of each other to anyone else. This was fine by you, and you’d only been able to tell they weren’t human because of their auras. You were descended from a line of particularly powerful witches who could just… sense things. Very convenient. Particularly for things like this.

Once Crowley had figured out who you were, he warmed to you. Whether that was out of pity because he knew exactly what your deal had been for, or just because he liked you was still up for debate. It didn’t matter though, you were glad to have friends who could sympathise with your plight. Not to mention understand it.

You’d had several nice years to yourself enjoying the benefits of your deal when the proverbial snake finally came around to bite you on your proverbial ass. That Demon whom you had struck your deal with popped out at you one night after a very raucous evening at the theatre.

“Your time has come,” they had hissed rather like a snake. “To make good upon your deal.”

“Right,” you’d replied, sobering instantly. The day you’d been dreading for years was finally here. “What do I need to do?”

The Demon had smiled, their teeth glinting rotten in the moonlight, their eyes dark and murderous.

“Nine moons you must swell, so our Master can bear witness to their offspring, The Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, Angel of the Bottomless Pit, Prince of this World and Lord of Darkness. Nine moons and He shall be borne into this miserable plane of existence.”

Right. No small ask then.

“Uh, well, I can’t really say no, can I?”

The Demon laughed, and you backed away slightly to get away from the rancid mouldy earth smell coming from their breath.

“No, not really,” they’d cackled.

And so there you were, pregnant with The Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, Angel of the Bottomless Pit, Prince of this World and Lord of Darkness. For nine gruelling months with that baby inside you, growing away like no one’s business. Except it wasn’t no one's business, was it? No, it was everyone’s business. Or it was going to be, at some stage. Fuck.

At first, you’d been able to pretend that this was not your life and that you were just happily going about your own business. Of course, the first time Aziraphale and Crowley saw you after meeting your Demon bestie, they could smell the infant growing inside you.

It was a little disturbing actually. Knowing they could smell the peanut-sized thing growing in your belly. What else could they smell at any given time? That was probably not something you needed to dwell on too much.

And so you grew, and grew, and you had to face the fact that you were in fact, carrying The Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, Angel of the Bottomless Pit, Prince of this World and Lord of Darkness in your belly and there was no way out of it. Your Angel and Demon were at least kind enough to help you through the process and Aziraphale delighted in the appointments and yoga and everything else.

Crowley came to things too but was considerably less enthusiastic.

It was around month seven that the three of you started brainstorming ways to stop Armageddon in its chubby little baby tracks. You weren’t sure, but you were growing suspicious that the Demons (not Crowley- the ones who actually served Satan) were going to take the baby away from you when it was born. And that just… well it wasn’t on, to say the least.

You went into labour early, water breaking where it was supposed to and you were rushed to the little nunnery just like you were supposed to. You’d attempted to get yourself somewhere else, but fate and- God, you supposed, had other plans. It was the Chattering Order of St Beryl or nothing at all.

The labour was easy, thank, well, someone. Not easy in so far as to say without any incident whatsoever, but easy in the sense that birthing The Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, Angel of the Bottomless Pit, Prince of this World and Lord of Darkness could have gone a lot worse. It had still taken quite some number of hours, and the pain was excruciating, but by the end of the night, you were blessed with a baby boy whom you’d named Adam in the hopes that he might take after his namesake and not follow the word of God outright, but maybe take a detour here and there.

You were right, of course. While you were resting, bloodied sweaty and ripped open, the nuns had taken your Adam and given him to some American family who were also politicians. You hated politicians. And while, no, technically Adam was not your biological baby, you wanted him. You wanted to keep him. He was yours, and you would fucking raze cities to the ground to get him back.

So, you did what anyone in your position would do, and called Crowley.

“I know you’re already on your way,” you said into the receiver, voice low so as not to alert the nuns. “But I need you to put your foot down. They’ve, uh, taken him. I need him back.”

Crowley had heard barely past the word ‘but’ before he was slamming on the accelerator and getting to you as fast as possible. Aziraphale was also on his way, but he was perhaps not the one you needed for this particular little job.

You were, understandably and unfortunately, too weak to do much other than bleed into your post-birth pads and eat jelly, and you were so hyped up on adrenaline, panic and hormones to do anything but burst into tears as soon as Crowley crashed his way (still somehow suavely) into the room.

“Oh, love,” Crowley said softly, plonking his sunglasses onto your side table and coming to lay on the bed beside you. He wrapped you into his lithe arms and you bawled harder than you ever had in your life. Crowley made comforting noises, patted your head and made a lot of shushing noises.

You let yourself be devastated and exhausted for a moment- a mother. You let yourself be a mother for a moment before you gave yourself an internal kick in the teeth. You could cry and bleed out from your abused vagina later. Right now your Adam was somewhere in this chattering order and you needed him back.

“They- they have him,” you hiccuped, throat dry from the wailing. “They took him, Crowley- I- I know I said we needed to stop him- to stop Armageddon-” you grip the neck of his shirt desperately. “I need him. That’s my fucking baby, Crowley. I don’t give a fucking shit if Satan himself thinks he has some claim over him, but that is my baby.”

Crowley’s brows draw down for barely a single second before he nods in agreement. You’d carried the (literally) damned thing. Of course, he was yours.

“Right- yep, okay,” he says, putting words to his thoughts as he starts working on a plan to get your baby back. “Okay, don’t worry- I’ve got a plan.” The charming smirk on his face did not necessarily fill you with a lot of confidence.

The nuns had swapped out your baby for another baby who you later found out was the American couple’s newborn. When the nuns had returned from weighing Adam, you knew he was not your Adam because a, the swaddle was the wrong colour from the one you wrapped around Adam earlier, and b, this baby had differently coloured eyes.

“Here’s what I’m thinking,” Crowley said, standing by the cart and looking down at Not-Adam. “I take this little rascal here, and swap the wrapping thing with the one on Adam and give you back your little tyke, eh?”

You look down at Not-Adam.

“What’s going to happen to Not-Adam?”

Crowley looks down at the baby, brushing a forefinger over his cheek. He chews on his lip.

“Go back with the politicians, I expect,” Crowley says, lips curling in a soft smile as the newborn pushes his cheek against his finger. You continue to look at Not-Adam. If only there was a third baby, then you could keep them both.

“Wait- erm, Crowley,” you say guiltily. “Isn’t there an orphanage nearby?”

Crowley is a smart being, so you know it’s genuine when he looks at you with such confusion that you’re worried his perfect skin might break.

“No, look- I- I was meant to have this baby, right? That’s why they swapped my Adam out. Can I- would it be wrong… to want both?”

Crowley appeared thoughtful, gears turning in that six-thousand-year-old head. As far as you both knew, the politicians had known they were going to be swapping out their biological child for the Antichrist. They were happy enough to pass out their child for another. What would it matter if they received a totally different child that wasn’t their own or the Antichrist?

And if the baby was coming from no one and going into a (hopefully) loving home, then, who really lost there? You explained all this to Crowley, who had appeared unsure at first but by the end was coming around to it. You hoped, anyway.

“Yeah, I don’t know. How would you feel if you found out someone swapped your baby out in the dead of night?”

You gave Crowley a very pointed look.

“Right. Point taken. Look, what I’m saying is-” he looks down at the little one in the cot. “This one should go back out there and you can have Adam. Everyone goes home with their own children- yes?”

You weren’t big on it. You’d already grown attached to the little one squirming in his little swaddle. You didn’t want to give him up, but on the other hand, he probably should be with his own parents. With a dejected sigh, you agreed.

You’d tried to insist on coming along to help, but you were understandably very knackered. Crowley had put you back to bed, warned you not to do anything rash, and disappeared with the little tucker. You’d had to bury the pang of sadness that washed over you as your door closed and you were left baby-less in the room.

If you had been holding one of the little tuckers, you’re sure you would have not gone absolutely insane waiting for Crowley to return. You also had no idea how long he’d be and how long it would take him to pull off the plan and return Adam to you, and being alone in the room was not helping you with the matter.

The nuns had checked on you a couple of times, making sure you were alright and to see if you needed anything. You’d taken them up on a cup of tea but even with the warm mug, you were finding yourself slowly drifting off. Your head kept lolling forward, and you’d awake with a startle, blinking harshly and scolding yourself for falling asleep at a time like this.

You’d worried a little at first that maybe Adam was in danger, but then you’d remembered that the whole point of this Chattering Order was to keep The Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, Angel of the Bottomless Pit, Prince of this World and Lord of Darkness safe and sound- and given the wife of the politician had given birth the same day, well, it was very unlikely that she’d be taking off tonight either. There was time. You just had to be patient.

It was about an hour before Crowley returned, looking absolutely shell-shocked. The look on his face had almost meant you missed the fact that there were two squirming bundles in the cot he wheeled into the room.

Wait- two?

“Wh-” You didn’t even get the whole word out before Crowley was shaking his head, mouth opening and closing a little like a fish.

“You’re not gonna believe this, pet,” he said, wheeling the cot by your side so you could see them lying there before going back to the door to check for nuns. Seeing none, he locked the door and sat down on the edge of your bed.

By this point you were cooing over them, admiring them sleeping. They were so peaceful. It was hard to believe that you had birthed the Antichrist. How could something so cute be evil? You weren’t convinced.

“Went over to the happy couples room,” Crowley said absently, causing you to tear your attention away from the babies and look at him. “And- there were two in there. She didn’t have twins, mind-” Crowley blinked, and focussed his gaze on yours. “They were fussing over him, cooing and cuddling like all you humans do.”

Crowley blinked once more, looking down at the two babies in front of you.

“Asked me to take Adam away. One of the nuns had forgotten to take the other one. Didn’t even give this one a lookover. I tried to explain- briefly, but they didn’t want a word of it.”

You ran a finger over Not-Adam’s swaddle, smiling as he wriggled.

“Where did the other baby come from?” You asked the question dawning on you. “There weren’t any other couples here, were there?”

“Nope,” Crowley sighed, popping the ‘p.’ “No idea. Big old mystery. Just another in a long line of cock ups, I expect.”

You hummed in agreement. In all honesty, you didn’t care how it happened. You were just glad it did- and glad the politicians didn’t want their kid back. Crowley had given them a chance, and they’d not listened. What else was there to do?

“Thank you,” you say, moving your hand from the cot to place on top of Crowley’s. “Thank you. You- you got my little one back. My babies. I’m grateful for that.”

Crowley cleared his throat, a little uncomfortable with the sincerity in your eyes. He’d done a good thing, and yet also a bad thing. Maybe Downstairs wouldn’t take notice. You hoped not, for his sake.

Your eyelids were starting to droop again now, and Crowley helped you settle back down. He assured you that if any nuns came looking, he’d keep your additional little one out of sight.

Just as you were passing out, you heard a shocked Aziraphale say none too quietly-

“Twins?! No one said anything about twins- and I should know. I went to all the appointments.”

A mortified Crowley shushed him, and within moments, your eyes were closed the whole way.

You slept soundly, knowing your Angel and Demon would keep you and your babies safe.

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roxykisser · 11 months

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classpect titles: identity vs. the narrative

right. here’s something i’ve been meaning to talk about for a while. the assignment of classpect titles.

before i start, i want to make something clear: i’m not here to tell anyone how to identify. i am of the opinion that everyone knows themselves best. i’m not here to tell anyone how to classpect: this is a wacky business filled to the brim with speculation. this is merely an account of my views and opinions.

the classpecting community at large, here on tumblr at least, is very concerned with one’s personality when assigning classpect titles. this approach also necessitates a focus on both class and aspect in tandem; making sense as one full concept, a one and done thing, rather than two components of a title. a title, not a name.

a prince of heart is one who destroys heart. therefore the prince must destroy heart. he cannot engage in destructive behaviour, fall into that class’ archetypal pitfalls and climb its archetypal highs, and also have an arc concerned with identity, see the world in those terms at the same time. he must always be a [destroyer of heart].

it all ends up rather stereotypical; a prince destroys, therefore the prince is bad. a knight protects, therefore the knight is good.

i find it more constructive to look at classes as archetypes, because at their origin, this is what they are. patterns of behaviour one repeats again and again, falls back on when they are at their wits’ end. this is where the narrative view of classpects comes in.

class represents the hero’s internal processes. their values. a sort of concise list of their greatest faults and greatest strengths, like horoscopes in the newspaper. made to be generic. made for the hero to grow with and past them. it makes sense then why most prefer to classpect based on personality: it is easier to look at yourself as a list of traits than it is to look at yourself as a history, a narrative path you’ve walked. actually, that brings me to a good metaphor: your class is your shoes. the trail you walk. your aspect is the scenery.

classpecting from a narrative angle requires a shift in perspective, and acknowledging one stark difference between the hero title of myself and say, the hero title of jake english. we are both hope players, yet one of us is a person. the other is a character. the title system in homestuck is made around characters. the game is deliberately set up to help its players grow, and in doing that sets them on a path loosely defined by their title. people are a bit more complicated.

seeing yourself as a character isn’t easy. it’s almost impossible. characterhood is objective; personhood is not. in a story, we see its characters’ entire arcs in one line, we can clearly identify the inflection points in their stories and which themes repeat again and again. but as people our lives are ongoing; we are not afforded the same omnipotence, the ability to see time all at once.

class is incredibly hard to determine because of this. aspect is a bit easier. it is the themes that repeat again and again in our lives, a backdrop for all else to happen. it is a lens through which we see and understand the world. a light player might see their world as a story. a heart player might see the world as a tangle of identities rubbing up against and affecting each other. the possibilities are as endless as paradox space, which is to say not at all or quite a lot, depending on how you look at things. and how big you are in the scheme of them.

of course some measure of both narrative and personality classpecting must be employed for the most accurate outcome to be produced. one cannot look at the forest’s reflection in the lake and claim to know the beasts within. one cannot build a house with only bricks. but a healthy harmony should be strived towards in order for the result to be most accurate.

if you would like to read some posts from people who know these things better than me, i recommend @classpect-navelgazing, particularly their masterpost, and @urcharactersclasspect, whose opinions i found very particularly eye-opening.

#harley posts #classpecting #homestuck classpecting #classpect theory #hs #homestuck

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pevensiegiigi · 8 months

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My problem with the Prince Caspian movie

The reason i love CN:Prince Caspian is because of how Andrew Adamson squeezed the emotions out of Peter. From the frustration of being an adult locked in the life of a child who wants to return to his land/country, the happiness of returning to that place he loves so much, the sadness of knowing that it was destroyed, the anger of knowing that a descendant of his destroyers would be the one who would ascend to king of his country and the guilt for being forced to leave Narnia again with no possibility of return.

My post is not to talk about those emotions, but i wanted to mention them anyway.

My post is to talk about my dissatisfaction with how everyone in the movie mocks Peter's words and orders, ignoring the title of high king. Except Edmund and Reepicheep; the rest, from Lucy and Susan, who are his royal sisters, to Trumpkin, Caspian, and Glenstorm, who are his subjects, disrespect his title of high king.

First Trumpkin by not addressing him with respect throughout the film, mocking his nickname, berating him for "leaving Narnia" and then making a fool of himself in the Stone Mountains when they searched for Caspian.

He is followed by Caspian, who equally disrespects Peter's position. Caspian is a prince from distant lands who intends to rule lands that he does not know, wanting to review the words dictated by the great king.

There's that scene where Peter suggests infiltrating the Telmarines' castle and Reepicheep asks, "What do you suggest, Your Majesty of him?" and both Peter and Caspian respond at the same time, a staring match ensues between the two which Peter obviously wins. The thing is, Caspian shouldn't have answered Reepicheep's question in the first place because the rightful King of Narnia was present let alone challenge him with his eyes because, I repeat, HE IS THE GREAT KING OF NARNIA and, not least, peter is Older than him. . . Maybe he didn't know it or maybe he did, but humanly Peter at that time was 31/32 years old although he would look like a child and as if that were not enough in the years of Narnia, Peter is 1300 years older than him, while Caspian was around 17 Just years, so...

Peter's plan to infiltrate the castle would have worked if Caspian had followed Peter's orders and we all know that, but no. He completely ignored Peter's order to go to the door and Susan supported that disobedience, don't get me wrong, but i'll tell you how it is. It's not just Caspian's fault that the infiltration failed, if Susan had supported Peter instead of Caspian, everything would have worked out and Cornelius would have been released at the end of the infiltration.

Caspian's most obvious disrespect towards Peter was challenging him to a duel in front of his people when Peter called him a usurper and it's not entirely a lie, he really was a usurper. From the moment he thought he was the leader of the Narnian rebellion, even knowing that he had called the old monarchs, he became a usurper, or at least it was for me. I understand Caspian will get mad at being called a usurper, but he called Peter irresponsible as if Peter wanted to leave Narnia when he didn't and then dared to duel him on HIS EARTH!?!?!?! The least he deserved was execution.

Third, Glenstorm. The mere fact that he was looking at Caspian as if he was waiting for his orders to follow the ones he received from Peter is disrespectful.

Lucy when she pretended to embarrass him by reminding him that it was Aslan who defeated the white witch, not him. I UNDERSTAND that being her sister he has every right to reproach her if she disagrees with something because he is also Monarch of Narnia, but why didn't she do it in private? At that moment, she took away from Peter part of the authority over the others.

I'm a little glad that at the end of the film in a scene they let us see how Peter showed that his title of Great King and his nickname of magnificent, he didn't have them just for decoration. However, it bothers me that throughout the movie they tried to make him look stubborn when he was just angry and outraged.

Peter is the character in the entire saga that carried the most weight and yet he did not complain about what Aslan gave him, his greatest wish was to return to Narnia and stay there for the rest of eternity, which he achieved.

That's why i love the movie 50% and hate it 50%.

#peter pevensie #chronicles of narnia #narnia #the chronicles of narnia #prince caspian #trumpkin #lucy pevensie #susan pevensie #edmund pevensie #cs lewis #no character is perfect #I'm just a little angry after watching the movie #Peter deserves much more love than he gets #I love all the characters it's just my opinion

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museofthepyre · 4 months

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GOOOOOOOD MORNING CAMPERS, TODAYS ACTIVITY IS… HOMESTUCK. I’ve been thinking about this.

Sydney is a mage of doom.

Deeply understands death and decay, through... experience... closeness, to a self-destructive extent. He also deeply appreciates it! Worms n mushrooms n such.)

Jedidiah is page of time

(Works unseen. Only shows up for others in dire situations, Provides his aspect to those who really need it... which uh... yk. Time. Yk how Sydney was really running out and he. Uhhhhhh. Yeah.)

Elijah is theif of heart

(He steals away the autonomy and passions of others, replacing it with HIS powerful religious fervour... or drowsy complaisance for Sydney)

Up and Adam is prince of blood

(Imagine being so. FUCKING. HORRIBLE AT YOUR JOB AS A RELATIONSHIP COUNSELLOR, THAT YOURE CLASSED AS A PRINCE OF BLOOD /hj. DESTROYER OF BONDS. But I mean that is exactly his intent. also vampire coincidence hehe)

More to come. Probably. That’s all I got for now. (Also ik muse Is a real master class, but it felt like cheating and mage fits Sydney better methinks).

#ramblings #camp here and there #chnt #camp here & there #ch&t #sydney sargent #sydney o sargent #elijah volkov #the elephant man #pink elephant man #jedidiah a a martin #jedidiah martin #up and adam #adam ch&t #homestuck #classpect

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calisources · 3 months

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𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 : here are a list of 55 female names, 55 male names and 55 a song of ice and fire valyrian names and last names. You can do variations to the names and eveything because, you know fantasy, but I chose those that I thought sounded good. If this list is good, I found a generator for more fantasy names centered in ASOIAF for different kingdoms and lands. you don't have to give credit but please like or reblog if you find useful.

Male Names.

Kallias, meaning beauty.

Dimitri, earth lover.

Teivel, the devil.

Kaiser, Emperor or ruler.

Harvey, Strong warrior.

Lysander, liberator.

Erel, angel and messenger.

Asael, made by god.

Laurent, the bright one.

Perseus, avenger, destroyer.

Chrysander, golden protector.

Zale, strength of the sea.

Cahir, warrior, battle man.

Magnus, great and powerful.

Nikolai, people of victory.

Kian, king.

Damien, to tame.

Micah, who resembles God.

Kaemon, joyful.

Arsenio, strong, potent.

Lucius, light or genius.

Loan, light.

Calix, very handsome.

Rowan, brilliant red.

Egan, little fire.

Adonis, lord.

Declan, full of goodness.

Arzhel, bear prince.

Thaddeus, courageous heart.

Alastor, vengeance.

Carden, wool carder.

Leone, lion.

Osian, little dear.

Ezekiel, strength of god.

Zion, highest point.

Asher, blessed.

Kratos, strength, might.

Zadkiel, righteousness of god.

Arwan, king of the other world.

Malakai, messenger.

Acheron, river of sorrow.

Elijah, the lord is my god.

Jace, lord of salvation.

Killian, little warrior.

Cyrus, the sun.

Deimos, personification of fear.

Bryson, child of a noble.

Conan, little wolf or little hound.

Maverick, independent one.

Lennone, keen.

Anteros, god of required love and defender of unrequired.

Denarius, silver coin.

Lorcan, little fierce one.

Ariston, excellent.

Vortigern, high overlord.

Female Names.

Naima, tranquil.

Freya, noble woman.

Alora, beautiful dream.

Danyi, sweet.

Juniper, evergreen.

Arcadia, adventurous.

Cora, virtuous.

Rosela, rose in italian.

Rhea, river.

Kyra, sun.

Solasta, shining, light.

Evangeline, messenger of good news.

Narcissa, flower.

Nyssa, new beginning.

Nyx, night.

Elodie, great fortune.

Gemena, intelligent.

Elis, god’s promise.

Irene, peace.

Samira, wind.

Melantha, dark flower.

Odeliah, praise god.

Aleyah, noble, elevated.

Sariah, princess of the lord.

Ilaria, happy and cheerful.

Odessa, long journey.

Jezebel, pure.

Brielle, heroine of god.

Emersyn, brave, powerful.

Marilla, shining sea.

Braelyn, meadow.

Enora, honor.

Sereia, mermaid.

Seraphina, fiery ones.

Kaena, praise.

Zenaida, of zeus, eternal life.

Isadora, gift of Isis.

Faera, bringer of gifts.

Fayra, gift of god.

Lilibet, pledge to god.

Orlaith, golden princess, sovereign.

Thalassa, sea or ocean.

Visha, deadly poison.

Sora, sky.

Leysa, defender of man.

Cassiel, angel of saturday.

Calia, beautiful person.

Aloisia, famous warrior.

Isleen, vision.

Elowen, elm tree.

Davina, beloved.

Elysia, from the blessed isles.

Gwenna, blessed ring.

Mairween, blessed rebellion.

Esmeray, dark moon.

ASOIAF Valyrian names.

Daenar Tarreos

Baesenyx Barreos

Jaererys Laeraellis

Tyraerion Laenaenor

Jacaegar Laeneneos

Gaedar Aglaeris

Raenor Gonnalys

Rhaegon Maentigar

Vimar Arnalys

Vahaegaron Nargyreon

Laegor Naeltigar

Aeron Taeltheon

Maerya Barnaris

Alyhna Caeneneos

Vysenera Naeltaris

Daessa Baelnaris

Baessa Rahmaereon

Haelera Veltheos

Saerena Arinarys

Alaenna Lenyreos

Elaessa Narnareon

Jaelanya Galgyreon

Vhaenys Dortalor

Saerera Raeldaerys

Visegon Goniar

Jaedor Gaelennis

Malaelor Maentheos

Rahaelon Baeltigar

Maerion Laergaris

Visegon Qargaeron

Vahaeron Arreos

Gaelyx Arlaeris

Garaevon Calnalys

Naelara Dalreos

Eraerla Raenlaeris

Daenenera Maenanyon

Haerys Narnalys

Hera Aergaris

Vysessa Qarareon

Elaerya Aerlaeris

Maeharys Malreos

Tahaenyx Rahiar

Aeganar Gaelralis

Balaevar Lendaerys

Daegar Valanyon

Gaegar Nohaellis

Matagor Vellaeris

Rahaemon Laendaerys

Daelon Aeraeris

Aerena Mallaeron

Daenelys Callaeris

Renaera Raelennis

Daenelys Dortheos

Raevor Daerlaeron

Bamera Caenennis

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cringefail-clown · 11 months

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I have a headcanon that a princes quest is basically 'Destroy constructively' like, destroy bad parts of your aspect, until, for the final step, they must accept the aspect they were given, the good and bad.

i 100% agree with this take! i feel like princes as a destroyer class get a bad rep mostly bc the description of this class just screams bad guy, but ive always interpreted them more like "one who destroys their aspect/destroys with their aspect (to allow growth) of their aspect" or something along those lines

for example dirk, by splintering (in essence destroying) his soul causes creation of a new sentient being - hal, who as much as he is a part of dirk, he really becomes kinda his own person (thereby creation of soul by first destroying it). or how dirk, by destroying hearts of his friends (first example that comes to mind is him breaking up with jake ig) causes them to confront themselves and their not so great parts (again jake, who admits he wasn't the greatest friend and kinda shitty to dirk) - again, inviting the growth by retrospection

but my favourite example of princes causing growth by first destroying must be eridan. yeah he destroyed the matriorb (trolls symbol of hope for their whole species) - but by that he brought the whole group out of the stagnation that they were in ever since they lost the ultimate reward. that made them finally do something instead of sitting and waiting for shit to happen - and though there was a lot of killing each other involved, he kinda created a new hope for the gang, that in the scratched session things will go better

i just really love the prince class

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nekropsii · 10 months

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so, can i ask you about how a prince can be good? i know classpects dont automatically determine a character's morality, but im definitely scratching my head on how destroyer classes of a "positively associated" aspect can be a great addition to a session. all of the canon princes end up working or contributing for the antagonist in some way or form. its confusing to me. like say, if a prince of breath ends up in playing the game, all i can think of is that they'd be a tyrant to their friends or that they'd a ticking bomb in their session, i just have no idea how they could be a good teammate.

sorry if this sounds harsh, i really didnt mean it, im just confused since me and my friends might be making a homestuck thing and the classpect topic comes up.

Oh, no worries about sounding harsh. You didn't, but even if you did, I understand where the question is coming from. It's a pretty hotly contested one, and due to the title of "Active Destroyer," it is a bit difficult to read it as anything positive. That is, until you take a step back and look at it from the perspective of it being a magic system, rather than a personal condemnation.

Aspects are inherently neutral but variable concepts, not definitively good ones. Which means that depending on how they present + define themselves in any given situation, their presence can genuinely be a negative force. In situations where the Aspect of a Prince is one that is proving itself to be a detriment to a particular Player, Team, or the whole Session, the Prince can be a force for good by destroying it.

Though a Prince is an Active Class- meaning they tend to utilize their relationship with their Aspect that mostly benefits and/or affects them- it is extremely possible that one can do good, as "Active" does not mean "Bad". This is because "Personal Benefit" is a pretty loose term- sometimes people are nice because it makes them feel nice, and no other reason. This does not make the niceness tainted, and it does not make them a bad person. If someone does good things for what can be defined as selfish reasons- sans expecting it to be transactional, especially with regards to Kindness for Sex- it is still a net positive. It's like how donating to charity to get that feel-good effect for yourself is still, ultimately... Donating to charity. Just because you're donating for your own personal benefit doesn't mean others aren't benefiting from your actions.

A Prince of Breath can do good by cutting out excess Breath- mitigating the distance between Players and the aimlessness of their Team. They can very, very easily be a grounding force for those around them. It's pretty likely, though, that they suffer from an inability to give themselves any kind of break- or, to put it in other words, Freedom from their Obligations. They're working overtime on being the Session's group therapist and constantly working to keep everyone on track. Yes, they could be a tyrant, but that's only one interpretation of the title. There's many things you could do with a Prince- good, neutral, and bad- if you get a little creative with it.

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