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IN MY HC JUDE DUARTE, TARYN DUARTE AND VIVI DUARTE ARE HALF DESI.
(And jude and taryn are half latinas)
LET ME COOK, the oficial art we have of jude shows us that she is a dark skinned girl, and the most common fancast for her is a brazillian actress, the scenes are taken from a soup opera that made hude success here.
As a brazillian i am taking this as a opportunity.
It was hcs in general but it grew up to something more, no complains!!
I kinda wanna do a pt2 on the revel..
I imagine the girls childhood, living is a nice neighborhood on the suburbs but going out every weekend to smaller neighborhoods filled with people from their culture.
Eating white people food sometimes to blend out but loving indian and latin food, especially brazillian food: they ate Samosa, curry, the brazillian barbecue, naan, feijoada etc....
The books mentions them eating other asian foods as well, they do that to stay as close to culture as they can.
One of the memories from home they could never forget was when they went all out as a family to enjoy their culture, whether it was a huge birthday party, or a even bigger indian wedding where they would dress in tradicional clothing and wear minor jewelry, or even a simple brazillian barbecue with friends where they would feel the thing all br kids feel while they wait by the pool for their parents to stop dancing and tk put them food, a plate of Rice, and meat with farofa temperada and vinagrete, ofc with a cup of guaraná.
They loved the languages, mostly mixing them up while talking fast so their parents would not understand what they were trying to say to one another, they still do that in faeryland. They loved understanding the music as well.
Abou the music, i picture them having so much fun dancing to the music at parties, learning coreographies or just spinning around to the songs.
I can perfectly see taryn sleeping in a chair late at night at a party (they grew up with noise, developing the ability to sleep anywere was a must) while jude and vivi tired themselfs out with a group of kids or older people learning the dancings and the meaning Behind them.
Carimbó was very common, they loved spinning around with their huge skirts full of colours, moving their bodies with the rithim
The books show us jude snapping and trying to rebel to somethings, i can see her pulling the seamstress aside to request her a bunch of lehengas with the other dresses, a Red one with Gold details, a Black one with Silver details, a water green one, a orange one etc... not even taryn knew about it, it was her secret small rebellion, they didnt take her for one them? Well she didnt either, she was human, a hot blooded human, and she was going to show them that
And after thinking about it for a sec she even asked for some more jewelry to madoc, indian jewelry, he gave her Gold and she went with vivi to the mortal world to buy them, vivi loved it, every second of it.
They came back with tons of jewelry and jude even got her nose pierced, it had the tiniest little Stone that she used to keep the perfuration from closing up, it was easy to cover up until the day of the revel
And she was especially exited when the day finally came
She had the complete package, the red lehenga that complemented her skin, a maangtika she wore with her hair down, for the first time in years, a nath on her nose, jhumkas in her ears, a haath phool in her hands, she even went to the human world to do some henna, she had never been more human in years, and she wasnt hating it.
She went down the stairs of her house feeling great, and the feeling grew at the compliments her family gave her, taryn was a bit on the jealous side but madoc told her not to complain, jude had the idea and made it come true, even after giving up one of the fabrics to make her happy.
Even vivi decided to go this once, she loved little acts of rebellion
Oriana was satisfied to see jude being less... the usual, for once, and even made a small talk about the outfit, jewelry and the meaning.
But a question Vivi ansewered herself:
"Oh, about the nose ring? Some women wore them as a symbol of marital status, but it has various meanings, womanhood, elegance, a sense of rebellion..."
She smiled to jude, eyes glowing as she smiled back
It was going to be fun, and jude couldnt wait for her blood to heat up again.
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Hi lovely! It's my bday today anyways enough about me ! I achually haven't seen many people writing about treasure that much so I achually had a quiet alot request in my mind if you uncomfortable with any of these please feel free to ignore....
Ok so the reader here is related to Emma Watson (I'm so dramatic 💀) and is a teume and is going to interview them so how do you think they'll react
Treasure reaction to their s/o's henna designs
Treasure reaction to their s/o speaking their native language
Treasure reaction to seeing their s/o in their
S/o's Treditional country outfit (did I make this understandable?💀)
Exploring Switzerland with treasure (I'm swiss btw)
(l'll personally ask this for Doyoung 🥺) the reader and doyoung are casted for the new harry potter HBO series so how do you think they'll react
Sorry for my messy explanation
Thank you 🙏
Okayy first of all HAPPY BIRTHDAY lovee💗🦋 and secondly thank you for giving me alot of request cuz yeah...I'm burnt out and desperate to write some requested content for treasure. Since there's a lot I'll write all individually (obviously).
Soo...I'm Indian (but not really Indian at the same time) so the henna design one is quite easy for me so I'm excited for that one.
Since you didn't specify on whether the Doyoung and the exploring Switzerland with Treasure ones should be a reaction or imagine I'll just go with imagine.
Okay enough talking, I'll get to work noww! 🌼🦋✨🌻
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🎂 Happy Birthday @crazybutgood!! 🎂
CBG, you are such a light in this fandom. Not only are you an amazing person and friend, but you’re also superbly talented. I’ll never get over how incredible your origami and writing are, and your presence alone is like a warm hug. I think I can speak for all of us in saying that this fandom wouldn’t be the same without you 💗Thank you so much for endlessly going over ideas with me, whipping my fics into shape, and encouraging me in every way. I’m so glad we’ve gotten to know know each other, and I adore our friendship so much 💞
As a little birthday gift, here are a few recs for some of my very favorite works of yours. I hope you have the best day 💜🎈
Fic
★ Just Us | Deamus, G, 226 words
It's just me, Seamus always says–encouragingly, bitterly, disbelievingly, reassuringly—throughout his life with Dean.
★ You Light Me Up | Drarry, G, 1.1k
Draco was excited to celebrate Diwali with Harry for the first time. He especially loved the beautiful henna art that Harry agreed to draw on his hands.
He just wished Harry would draw faster.
★ Language of Love | Drarry, T, 864 words
“Sometimes, I wish you could understand the things I want to say to you, about you, in Hindi or Urdu.”
★ Soar | Cho/Fleur, G, 361 words
Being with Fleur felt like flying.
Fic & Art
★ Heart on Your Sleeve | Drarry, T, 5k
Draco’s finally returned to England after fleeing to France when he was turned into a vampire. Pansy and Blaise try to drag Draco's moping ass out of Malfoy Manor, but he’s still reluctant while doing so. Until he stumbles upon Potter’s cafe.
★ Green Heart | Drarry, G, 899 words
Seeing Draco’s dexterity with his hands, Draco’s father lets him pursue various Arts for him to develop his skills, including origami. Ensuring Draco strives to practice and excel, his father provides him with an endless supply of ordinary and magical papers. One special type changes colour depending on one’s mood when touched, making for an interesting folding process. A curious Draco tries it out.
Art & Fic Recs
★ Origami fic rec (onbeinganangel)
★ Origami fic rec (orange-peony)
★ Origami fic rec (InnerLilith)
★ Origami fic rec (softlystarstruck)
★ Author appreciation origami rec: Baz
★ Origami advent masterlist
★ Appreciation Post (thedrarrylibrarian)
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Good day Noelle ♥️ I hope your day has been treating you well and that you'll be able to rest after work 💕
I just want to share a few pics of Nemo :3
She sleeps a lot today and I'm a bit worried, but her appetite is still here, so I'm guessing that she sleeps because she wants to 👀
Also, I haven't gave you the picture of my henna yet the other day.
I helped with the work for the wedding of my mother's friend's eldest son.
In our culture, only the ones closest to the family (relatives mostly) that's going to have the wedding is allowed to have these kind of hennas, so it's a bit embarrassing for me to do one but my mom's friend insisted since I helped a lot with the preparation and she also already considered me as her daughter uwu
It was fun and also a bit touching for us because it feels like my older brother is getting married :') I'm also very happy for them because everything went well during the wedding ceremony ♥️
Makes me wonder how my ceremony will be in the future... Not that I have anyone in mind to marry though 😂 Would be nice if someone like Satan is real :')
Anyway, that's about it! I hope Nemo's sleeping pictures made your day and that you'll be able to relax and enjoy some of your favourite coffees ♥️ Life is hard and we feel like giving up for trying so hard, but I assure you that it will get better in the future. It will.
Just like me and Levi have faith in you, you have to believe in your self potential too. You'll get what you want and what you deserve one day. You can do it, Noelle 🌻
You're my ray of Sunshine ✨
Thank you so much, Han!!! I’m glad I had two days off work, but they went by so fast I feel I barely got anything done! Though my birthday is in a couple weeks weeks, and my mom and sister asked me if I wanted to go out to eat. I haven’t eaten in a restaurant since December 2019! I worked until 11 pm or 1 am depending on the day so I didn’t get many opportunities. Then Covid happened 😔 I can’t decide if I should or not!
Nemo is absolutely adorable!!! I love seeing pictures of her 🥺💕 they always bring a smile to my face! I hope she’s doing okay too. Kittens love to sleep and probably need plenty of rest while they’re growing. She looks so comfortable and happy sleeping on your bed!
That looks amazing!!! And how sweet of them to include you. I’m sure they appreciated you helping out! I hope one day you find your Satan too✨ you deserve all the love in the world, and whoever you marry will be very lucky to have such a wonderful person at their side ♥️♥️♥️
I used to work weddings! It was always interesting to see the decorations.
Aw, thank you so much 😭 you’re going to make me cry with your kind words!!! I never know what to say, but they mean so much to me, and I’m glad I have an amazing friend like you who believes in me. I believe in you too, and am proud of all you’ve accomplished! We can get through this together and achieve our dreams even if it’s at our own pace!
I love you, Han, and I’m always cheering you on and here to support you when you need me ♥️
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HAPPY BDAY TO MY FAVOURITE CANCER 💕💓💞💗💖💝 i'm so happy you exist bestie, thank you for being the best sweetest funniest most caring and talented girl ever!! i really hope you have the best day and that you'll get all the love and happiness that you deserve <3 you make the world a better place just by being in it henna, everyone would be so lucky to have you in their life!! i love you so so so much, please always remember that you mean the world to me <333333
aaahhh eri you're the absolute cutest and loveliest bean i've ever met <//3 tysm for your kind words and i hope you know i love you even more and wish you everything and more in the world hehe 💗 birthday wishes from my favorite taurus bestie 🤭💖
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New Life
I can’t believe I’m saying this...but I actually feel optimistic and hopeful about my life and future. This is the first time in a really long time I’ve felt happy. And not due to anyone else, it’s all completely from myself. I’m so so proud of me. The past 4 years of my life have been so absolutely shit. Give or take a few happy moments. I got into reading again, which I haven’t done in so long. I’m back to my stupid SMUT fantasy porn books. I missed them so much tbh. My mental fog is lifting. My energy is starting to come back. I’m so excited to be around my friends again. I’m excited to go out and meet new people. I think I’m gonna join a kickball league. LOL I had a little rebound fling with a 20 yr old HAHA he was so dumb, but hot so who cares. He keeps sending me videos of him jacking off, I’m just not into it...or him really. I basically have ghosted him because I think he might like me. He keeps trying to suggest taking me out to dinner..like no bro chill out. I am not looking for another serious relationship right now, fuck that shit. I need a god damn break. However, I am excited to start dating again. First dates are always interesting to say the least. Let’s hope this time, I don’t get the ever living hell love bombed out of me again..good riddance. I’ve been taking care of myself more what with personal grooming and healthy lifestyle changes and what not. There are a lot of good looking men at the gym. I love to sneak glances at them. Sweaty men can be so hot, idk why. I finally got my start date for my new job!! Super exciting. I’m gonna start on my birthday though, which kinda sucks, but I now have guaranteed employment which rocks, so idc. My friend Glenn got engaged and just bought a house with her fiance. It’s so nice. I went to her house warming party the other weekend. I’m really happy for them, but it was so weird being social around people again. It was also very weird being around so many married and engaged couples..HAHA I am so not ready for that life yet. I had so much anxiety when I first walked in. Once I recognized familiar faces though, it ended up being fine. It made me realize how unhappy and self-isolating I had been over the last year. I feel like all I did was work, cry, sleep, and throw up LOL. Oh well, I feel like it’s probably been a crappy past few years for most people, especially with COVID and all that. I think I’m gonna be a bridesmaid in my friend’s wedding, which is super cool because her fiance is Indian, so it’s like a mix of American and Indian tradition. Pretty sure I’ll get to wear a sari and get henna done for it all. Plus It’s with some of my best friends. It’ll be the first time I’ve ever been a part of a wedding party before, that wasn’t the conventional “little flower girl.” My serving job at Wild Wings has gone to shit. I love my main people over there, but there’s this select group of bitches who love to give each other the “good shifts” and then act retarded all day. They’re so annoying I cannot wait to quit. I think my brother is gonna help me get a job at the Marietta Square though, they have a few breweries down there, so at least I’ll have that too. Mom’s apartment is okay, but I miss having my own space. It’s definitely a tight fit, but I’m more than willing to make it work for the free rent. Worth it to me. I also have decided I’m gonna get another tattoo. I haven’t exactly decided of what yet, but I have a general concept in mind and I know where I want to put it. IDK things are looking up in my life. I’ve realized how many good people I have around me in my life. I have amazing friends who are super supportive and a good family system and they all want to see me succeed. I’m trying to be better about putting my thoughts and desires into a positive light. I’m fed up with all the negativity. I’ve been drowning in it for the last 4 years. I just want to start enjoying my life again and making fun memories. All of the pieces are beginning to fall into place and I’m pleased with it.
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#my birthday henna makes me happy#even tho the day was awful#I met the loveliest girl who did my henna for me#honestly such a beautiful soul#mashallah#me
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100 ways to say ‘ i love you ’ sentence starters
↪ skins uk edition. alter as you see fit
“wake up [name], you twat.”
“do you want a coke or something?”
"can i carry your books?”
"i like that you’re funny Iooking.”
"oh thank you, you’re so nice.”
"you fancy me?”
"i think that could have gone a lot worse, don’t you?”
"we’ll miss you, won’t we?”
[ text ] : EAT
"have you always had that mole?”
"i’m respecting. believe me, i’m respecting.”
"you alright? do you want to dance?”
"do you want me to walk you home?”
"we’ll make ourselves comfy, yeah?"
"shall i give you head?”
"i’m gonna get an early night. coming to bed?”
"i’ll give you head - that’s friendship."
"but what about you? you’ve got bigger problems than me.”
"i like your hair.”
"and i’m really, really sorry for being a slut, okay?”
"i realised something. i’ve been an idiot.”
"and i was hoping maybe you’d give me another chance?”
"you’re clever, funny, and … very, very pretty.”
"so i’ll see you around.”
"[name], you came! i mean, cool, i mean … i wasn’t sure you would.”
"do you think they’ll give us a joint cell?”
"i don’t want this to be difficult.”
"did you get beaten up?”
"i want to speak to you, and i think you want to speak to me.”
"kiss me again.”
"come on, i’m taking you for breakfast.”
"happy birthday, mate.”
"there’s something i have to get off my chest and if i don’t, i’m afraid everything might just totally go to shit.”
"come to bed with me. please.”
"you’re my best friend, but i really don’t know what the fuck you’re on about most of the time.”
"see? i remembered your favourite.”
"look, sorry, [name]. but your mum says we gotta take you home.”
"come out. i’ll get you dancing.”
"do i have to gay you now?”
"right, i know it might seem a bit fast, but, well, i think we’re ready, so, er, [name] … i want you to move in with me.”
"let’s talk. fill me in with everything. every little detail.”
"we can carry on pretending, if it makes you feel any better.”
"and i fucking love you.”
"wow! you’ve got a wacker lot of doughnuts.”
"cheeky.”
"thanks for keeping schtum.”
"hi, i made tea.”
"i brought vodka. was that right?”
"i’ll show you how to do a blowjob.”
"i missed you… i missed you too much.”
"i think you can do anything.”
"it’s also nice just being with you, when you’re not being a prick, that is.”
"you alright?”
"i know you, [name]. i know you’re lonely. i think you need someone to want you. well, i do want you. so be brave. and want me back!”
"fuck you.”
"can’t we just sit like this … for a bit?”
"this is a once-only charity event, you understand?”
"i bought a fucking gateaux.”
"please. can we start again?”
"facebook really needs to hear about this.”
"you’re very stalkable.”
"i was scared!”
"i am so proud of you.”
"don’t you think you’ve had enough?”
"she’s lovely, isn’t she?”
"you look nice in that dress.”
"you are doing so well, sweetheart.”
"so you’re mental, and i’m useless.”
"so, what are we doing next, mystery girl?”
"i’ll never forget you.”
"hi. i got eggs. we can have eggs, yeah? and red bulls and pain au chocolat.”
"i’d die for you. i love you. i love you so much and it’s killing me.”
"don’t take any crap this time.”
"badass.”
"you’ve totally got, like, ‘fuck me’ eyes, girl. totally 'fuck me sideways’ eyes.”
"maybe we can go together.”
"don’t be an ass hat and people will like you more.”
"i’m trying to understand your way, but you won’t let me.”
"you’ve got quite a rep, but you’re actually pretty sound.”
"you’ve got to stick it to the man, bruv.”
"you need to sort yourself out.”
"remember when we were kids and we used to talk about just… just fucking it, running away and becoming roadies?”
"everything is going to be fine, i promise you.”
"hi, you look nice.”
"you may live your life as you want.”
"we’ll do a girls’ night in.”
"you’re a shape-shifter of happiness.”
"it’s not like we’re getting married! it was one dinner!”
"thank you, my henna-handed honcho.”
"i’m sorry. i was just looking for somewhere a bit quiet.”
"it’s heavenly.”
"why aren’t you here?”
"i tried to ring you.”
"everything’s better. here you are again.”
"i’ll dance with you.”
"what’s happened to you, [name]?”
"i didn’t wanna tell you this when you were all smitten and shit but you can do better."
"oh, my god! oh, my god! i’m so glad you came!”
"i promise. everything’s going to be alright.”
"i love you.”
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How the gelfling celebrate Winter Solstice (Christmas)
Happy Holidays to you angels! I hope that you can accept this gift from me to all of you! This post took me a while to create, but I think that they’re good enough to show you all! This has been one of my favorite things to write to you all, I really hope that you enjoy my gift. Happy holidays!
There are seven clans in Thra which means there are seven different ways they celebrate the solstice. The Winter Solstice is during the coldest time in the year when all of the moons are in the sky for longer than the suns, making a remarkably long and cold night all over Thra. The solstice officially starts when the largest moon eclipses the largest sun. This created a shady day that lasts only a few hours before the suns all set early and night begins.
Original Gelfling Winter Solstice Legend
The three sisters in the sky, the moons, each loved one of the brothers, the suns. All year, the brothers chase the sisters, offering them gifts of warmth and light if they slowed even a little. The sisters knew that they couldn’t slow their ongoing treck around the sky; if they did, the gelfling wouldn’t be able to rest or sleep and they would all surely die from exhaustion. The sisters loved the gelfling so much that they wouldn’t dare forget their gift of darkness and rest and risk the poor and hardworking gelfling’s health. But they also loved the three brothers. The eldest sister loved the eldest brother so deeply that she wept bitterly. For three Unum she sobbed and cried, unable to keep up with her smaller and more agile sisters. Thus, the crafty little sisters decided to help ease her pain. The youngest sisters knew that not all of them could meet their lovers, but perhaps if the two arranged a meeting their sister might not be so sad. They whispered to her to slow just for one day, that they would be gifting the gelfling with a day of rest, instead of just one night. She waited patiently until the warmth of her lover warmed her skin. For the first time in forever, the two met and held each other. However, their time must be brief, if they didn't move the gelfling might become confused and not know whether to work or whether to sleep, so the sun left the moon to hang in the sky. Devastated, the moon refused to move, crying for the love she’d only just been able to kiss. Her sisters could feel her pain and quickly came to aid her and comfort her. Thus, the gelfling were given two days of rest without sunlight. They laughed and told stories around fires, danced and drank sweet wines to celebrate the strange and long night, they learned more of the stars and marveled at the sister’s beauty. So, every year, the eldest sister meets the eldest brother for only a few moments before the brother must leave. The gelfling celebrate the long night, offering comfort to the moon with dancing and singing, asking her to give them the gift of the longest night again the next year.
How the Stonewood Celebrate
This is considered the most common practice
Most of the celebrations detailed in the Scroll Keeper’s library for the Winter Solstice is taken from the Stonewood
They stock up on wood and firestarters - dumping all of it into a massive pile next to The Crucible
During the eclipse, the maudra makes the first fire
Every gelfling slowly adds wood and kindling until the fire becomes massive, warming everyone near it
There’s a vast number of songs that they sing, everyone is encouraged to participate
Since the eclipse is made by the love of the biggest moon and sun the eclipse is a special time for married partners or young lovers
The couples all dance around the fire, always holding hands or making some kind of physical contact
It’s important not to break the contact until the eclipse is over or until the couple leaves the dancing
Once the eclipse is over, each family throws flowers or handcrafted item into the flames
The night lasts very long, so sleeping is allowed at any time
The maudra tells the story of the eclipse and Winter Solstice to all the children
A kind of cake called a Moon Cake is baked in every available oven
It is only made or eaten during this celebration and is incredibly filling
Warriors tend to go on large-scale hunts before the eclipse to make meat dishes
It’s common to give female children Moon Crowns, tiny flower crowns mainly made of dried white and blue flowers, and male children Sun Crowns, flower crowns made out of twigs and dried yellow flowers
Mothers will dry flowers picked in the middle of summer for this exact purpose
How the Spriton Celebrate
The Spriton are more family-oriented and less clan oriented
Plains also don’t offer that much wood
To remedy this, small groups of warriors go to the edges of the plains to gather obscene amounts of wood and kindling for about an Unum leading up to the eclipse
The wood is then divided evenly among the families living in Sami Thicket
If you’re too far out of Sami Thicket, you have to gather your own wood
When the eclipse happens, all the gelfling hide in their homes to give the moon and the sun privacy
Once the eclipse is over, the gelfling throw open their windows and light their hearths
A family dinner takes place inside every Spriton’s home
They start with a bitter bread and a small bit of saltwater to represent the bitter tears the first sister cried in the legend
Then it moves to hearty meats and a winter stew
Winter stew is typically made with hotter spices and more root vegetables than meats
The last course of the meal is a sweet cake
Children make a small sweet cake with the leftover dough and decorate it themselves
These tiny sweet cakes are wrapped up in embroidered cloth and put away for later
Once the meal is done, the family sits around the hearth and listens to the telling of the Winter Solstice story
Some families, usually those with song-tellers, act out the story
Song-tellers will sometimes go from house to house with their instruments to sing the tale to families
After a while, the maudra rings a very loud bell and everyone leaves their homes
The children line up and gift their sweet cakes to the maudra
The maudra usually returns their gifts with embroidered kerchiefs or little wooden toys
Parents also give children small wooden dolls
Gifting small wooden toys or dolls or utensils is common between close friends as well
The Spriton spend most of the solstice talking with family and friends, dancing to song-tellers
How the Sifa Celebrate
The Sifa are almost always on separate ships
This means that a clan-wide celebration is almost impossible
Each ship practices the same ritual though
The far-dreamer on each ship creates a special blend of incense and henna type paint
One lady and one male gelfling are chosen to represent the moon and the sun
Usually, this is a married couple or an established one
The far-dreamer paints their faces with costume-type marks
A song-teller sings the legend while the two chosen gelfling dance and act out the play
On larger ships, some other gelfling will volunteer to play the younger brothers and sisters
The song and dance are very jovial and often loaded with dirty jokes
Once it’s over, the whole crew dances on the main deck of the ship, taking turns asking and designated sun or moon to dance
It’s considered quite the dirty joke to get to dance in close proximity with the moon
Usually the sun and moon gelfling act in character for as long as they can
The incense is lit - specifically blended to open the mind to Thra’s song and call
Special fish dishes are cooked all through the long night
The Sifa break out special wines and spices usually reserved for market trade
Lovers are known to gift each other jewels or strings of pearls
Parents give their children new clothes, usually nicer ones with some kind of jewel or glass bead sewn onto it
They can’t light a fire on a ship, that’s a bad plan
Some ships showcase yellow, orange, or red gems that are placed at the top of the mast
They take the long night time to dance and learn new constellations
Map-makers go wild for this time of year, updating and creating star maps to help the Sifa with new travells
How the Drenchen Celebrate
They don’t usually care too much about this holiday
Cold weather can make the swamps an absolutely miserable place to live
However, the Drenchen know how to party hard
Special ale is made that has been fermenting just for this occasion
Everyone gathers in the main dining hall in the Great Smerth and fires are lit that last for all the long night
This is usually used as a “moving-up” ceremony for Drenchen gelfling
Nothing too serious, coming of age ceremonies take place during specific birthdays and not during the Winter Solstice
However, this is when Drenchen gelfling are given their first alcoholic drink
Drenchen that just came of age that year line up in front of the maudra and raise a glass
This particular ale is akin to a strong, burning whiskey
It’s kind of traumatic to have for a first drink
The gelfling that can chug their glass and not spit it out first is given the chance to lead the dances that night
It’s a massive honor to lead solstice dances, as they are some of the few that have a narrative to follow instead or display prowess in battle
The leader takes the role of the fate, guiding the suns and moons towards each other and acting as their leader
Gelfling that are available for courtship weave special ribbons and feathers
Light green feathers and ribbons mean that the gelfling is called “little moon” during the celebrations
Light yellow feathers and ribbons mean that the gelfling is called “little sun” during the celebrations
Parents will also give children new weapons like a new bola or spearhead during the celebrations
Children are also expected to give back as well, usually in the form of simple chores around the house or taking over cooking for the week leading up to the solstice
How the Vapra Celebrate
The All-Maudra calls for all the children in Ha’rar to come to the Citadel
The Vapra consider the solstice as a time of generosity, to mimic the moon’s gift of a long rest by giving gifts themselves
Especially giving gifts to those thought to be “lower”
The children are all gathered in her throne room and she tells them the legend of the moon and the sun
Fires are lit all over Ha’rar and are expected to be kept burning until the suns rise again
Paladins are usually in charge of this job
A large feast is held in the streets of Ha’rar, funded by the All-Maudra
Tables of food line the streets
Peasants and lower-class merchants bring their own plates and bowls to receive food from the aristocrats and merchants
Once they have eaten their fill, the aristocrats take the rest
It’s the one time of year that the farmers and peasantry get the best pick of food
Peasant children that the aristocracy consider beautiful are sometimes given jewelry or other gifts from doting aristocrats
The princesses and princes, if there are any at the time, are expected to appear in public in dramatic costumes
They represent the stars in the sky with glowing jewelry and pure white robes, always close to their All-Maudra mother
The All-Maudra is also decorated in lavish jewels and robes, she is the moon
The Vapra celebrate in the streets around the fires lit and kept by the paladins
Pubs are usually open to everyone for free, it’s bad form to ask for money during the solstice
Dances and songs are led by song-tellers and trained dancers all around
The All-Maudra wanders the streets in her costume, offering blessings to everyone she passes
How the Dousan Celebrate
The Dousan always like a good holiday and traditional celebration
However, they care more about the cycle of life and death than a legend that has little to do with life or death respectively
The tale is viewed as more of a blessing to sisters and brothers, large families, and young couples that belong to different Xerics (traveling groups)
The Dousan are all called back to the Wellspring for the eclipse
Couples who belong to different Xerics get to see each other for the first time in almost six Unam
Proposals of marriage are very common at this time
Sisters and brothers meet up in groups and sit next to each other at the Solstice Feast
The largest bonfire of the year is lit, special powders keep it lasting for the two days of rest they are given
The powder also makes the fire change color and occasionally spit sparks up into the air
Children put on a special performance, dancing and singing
They tell the story to their parents and clan as a gift, telling the legend of the moon and sun from the perspective of the stars
It’s not a complicated song or dance, little children can’t be expected to perform complex moves in front of the whole clan, that’s an adult thing
Think of it as a Christmas pageant, just with a lot more colors
Ribbon dances are done almost the entire solstice
Ladies will sometimes temporarily paint white crescent moons onto their forehead that will wash off in about a week
A feast of the sweetest and the most bitter foods and drink are made
This is meant to show the bitterness of the moon’s sadness and the happiness she felt when she was finally able to be with her lover
How the Grottan Celebrate
The legend has fallen almost entirely into oblivion here
Instead of the sun and moon, it’s a gelfling boy that gets lost in the caves and lights a bright yellow fire to signal for help
A Grottan lady who loved him was searching for him endlessly and had lost hope of finding him
It was the light of his fire that made her find him
They spent two days together, dream etching their favorite moments of love into the caves before returning to the clan
The Grottan don’t look at the sky, they don’t really have it, so they don’t really know exactly when the solstice is
They also don’t exactly know what a solstice is, given that their climate is constant without the sky to help them tell the differing seasons or changing lights
So the maudra is expected to keep up the time and explain why a celebration is happening
The solstice is considered just another holiday for them and not the most important one
Birthdays kinda outrank this one
However, gifts are highly common
Giving gifts and taking naps with others is the most common form of celebration
Sleeping and cuddling with someone is a Grottan’s way of conveying trust
Its not a romantic or sexual thing for them, cuddling is just a display of affection, like friends holding hands or linking arms
They usually get in groups to work on gifts, since there isn’t a point in making loads of small pointless gifts
One gift with lots of value is worth more than many gifts of little value
The maudra tells the story of the two Grottan lovers and talks on the value of love (and being able to find your way in the caves)
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I mentioned that I had talked A LOT about Wren in a Discord I’m part of so I’m making a masterpost of everything so far!
This includes information about Wren, her sister, her alternate LI, and her relationship with Solas as well as aesthetics, playlists, etc.
Under the cut because it’s a lot of Wrenformation
I’m hilarious
Special thanks to @noire-pandora @kita-lavellan @eluvilavellan @inquisitor-veowyn @mik-arts @jespers for asking me so much about my girl Wren and for keeping me sane through this whole quarantine thing! Love you all so much!! <3
Part 1: About Wren
Wren Development in da:i
Wren is....very sheltered so there's just A LOT that she has to come to terms with in da:i, things she's heard about but never really seen until inquisition and that's on purpose on the part of her clan, they always think she's too weak to handle the worst parts of the world, that her frail shoulders couldn't take the weight. Maybe under different circumstances they'd have been right but her time with the inquisition FORCES her to grow....she's still the little sheltered healer from the dalish for the most part but by the end she can also make the hard decisions and such
In the Fade at Adamant, what does her gravestone say?
Abandonment; Wren has always felt like a burden to her clan because of her frailty and when she was a child she was almost sent away to another clan because she was a mage, if not for the intervention of her older sister Lyre she would not have been able to stay with clan Lavellan. She's been afraid of people deserting her because she's not strong ever since.
Tea soon? (Does she like tea/ Her reaction to receiving the birthday card?)
Wren loves tea! Her mom was the clan's herbalist so Wren knows a lot about which herbs can be used for which ailments and which teas to make using some of those herbs, and she can make an amazing cup of tea. Solas still isn't fond of it but it's the only tea you're likely to see him suffer through drinking. Her reaction to the card is covered in my fic i'm writing for her and is (tn spoilers) that she has a panic attack thinking that charter is in danger but then goes to save charter. Wren is also determined to make a cup of tea that even solas enjoys one day.
How do the fearlings appear to her in the fade?
hmmm her deepest fear is abandonment or that she's a burden because she's weak so her fears would probably be faceless elves with the voices of her loved ones calling her useless or telling her that if she didn't have her sister to hide behind she'd be nothing.
"Your family tried to get rid of you, they knew you were weak."
"Scared little girl, what makes you think someone so frail can change anything."
"Kindness to cover weakness, you are nothing but a facade to hide your fear."
"He will abandon you, little bird, a burden discarded, unneeded, unwanted."
Has she encountered any racism/sexism during her time in the Inquisiton?
Wren has encountered racism during her time in the Inquisition, especially during the ball at the winter palace. It's quite a shock for her because she's been so sheltered and never had to deal with such things before. Sexism is a less prominent issue because most people are more offended by her ears and vallaslin than anything else.
How would your OC want to be remembered?
I don't know that it matters to Wren that she's remembered at all, just that she helped even if no one remembers who she was. At one point Cole says "It doesn't matter that they don't remember, what matters is we helped." or something like that and that's pretty much how I think Wren views things. She's a healer by nature and by trade, if she can make someone's life easier even for the briefest moment that's enough of an impact for her. How she doesn't want to be remembered though, is a different story entirely. Being Inquisitor brings her so much worry that she's using her people, that in their last breaths they'll curse her or worse praise her. She would rather not be remembered than be known as someone who hid behind a war table and sent legions to die for her cause. As far as her reputation she fears nothing more than the blood that her position forced onto her hands being what stains her name in the tales of history
If your OC was a spirit, what kind of spirit would they be?
Wren would be some kind of spirit akin to "the matchmaker" that Solas talks about. A subtle and shy spirit that would steer people gently toward things that would bring them happiness, but not necessarily compassion like Cole. something closer to contentment than compassion.
What kind of (spirit)/demon would they turn into?
hmm ok well I still think something like a spirit of contentment would be Wren but as for demon....if her spirit form is her guiding people to happiness i think her demon form would be something like...obsession with the happiness of others? like care-taking but smothering, don't leave me behind, clinging, cloying, suffocating. I think that's a kind of fear demon. It reflects her fear of abandonment and twists her good heart into something that could bring harm. Or at least that's my current thought.
Do they drink/smoke? Are they a party animal or tend to stay in their quarters?
she doesn't usually drink or at least not much, and not anything strong, she doesn't really love the feeling of being drunk, it dulls her senses and she's a person who needs to be connected to the little sensations and events around her at all times to be happy. The world is a little tapestry to her and if a drink blocks out some of that she doesn't want it. The only time she drinks is in cold places like Emprise du Lion, when she's got a lot of anxiety and drinks a small amount to calm down, or that one time she drank with bull and ended up sloshed and Solas had to take care of her that night and the next day and she never speaks of it because it's embarrassing. On the whole though she doesn't like alcohol because it's bitter, if she drinks it's going to be something sweet other than that time with bull that we DO NOT talk about. Wren doesn't smoke and she's not a party animal BUT she also doesn't spend too much time in her quarters. She wants to take care of people and usually she's off doing that and exhausting herself and has to be dragged back to her quarters and made to sleep by Solas or Lyre. She spends most of her alone time in whatever the highest possible location is nearby, she loves heights and she'll climb up to ridiculous heights just to find a quiet spot to read
Why did they choose their vallaslin?(colour?) If they romanced Solas, did they choose to remove it? Why (not)?
She chose her vallaslin because she wanted to give herself something to aspire to, a protector instead of the one protected. She was to become the Keeper and she wanted to be someone who could keep her clan safe. Her vallaslin are red because no ink could be placed under her extremely sensitive skin, only her own blood, magically enhanced to stay bright red. The color fades as the magic does though and after the first application her vallaslin have to be reapplied using a dye (like henna but stronger). They appear white like a scar if this is not done. She does have Solas remove them because of what they mean, and because she's already a protector, her aspiration has been achieved (if only she knew how much more she would have to protect in the future) and she was never fond of her vallaslin anyway. She always felt guilty about having herself marked as an adult while her older sister would never be.
Do they have any pets? If not, would they want one?
Wren does not have any pets besides her horse in da:i because animals and Wren traditionally do not get along. Not that she doesn't try to get along with them just that they tend to shy away from her. Getting the token of the packmaster and having wolves follow her around and let her pet them? Highlight of Wren's life. She would love to have a pet but finding a horse willing to carry her around thedas was hard enough, finding a pet that would actually be affectionate would be next to impossible....but maybe someday..
Do they gossip? If yes, with who about whom?
She tries not to call it gossip but she confides in her sister about most everything, that includes any trouble she might be having with her friends or solas. She trusts Lyre above anyone else in Thedas and if she needs to discuss anything or laugh about something that happened it's always her sister that she seeks out.
Do they have any musical or artistic talent? How did they learn it?
Wren....can sing off-key but can usually hum fairly on key. And that's about the extent of her musical talents. Artistically, she's grown up in a very practical culture: sewing is learned to patch clothing, woodworking arts are practiced by the craftsmaster, there is no real need for a Keeper's apprentice to learn any artistry. In the inquisition she watched solas paint anytime she could, in awe of the way what he saw in his mind just unfolded onto canvas or stone. She learned a bit through observation and subtle guidance from solas but never really pursued it as a hobby, more something she did to feel included in a moment and feel connection to her vhenan. After he leaves the inquisition she spends hours pouring over the sketches he left behind (some of her, some of locations they'd visited, some of their companions, and some of his plans for his murals) and when she left skyhold and the murals behind she took those sketches with her, the only thing she had left of who solas was beyond the Dread Wolf. When the murals were reported destroyed, she dedicated herself to recreating them on canvas so that they would not be completely lost.
What kind of god/goddess would your OC be?
goddess of the night sky, of the moon, of wishes (bc stars), and of navigation (bc stars)
Part 2: Wren ficlets
Wren and Solas and their daughters by @jespers
the moon and the wolf, twice reflected in the starlit lake, meandered up to a clearing in the nearby forest. the sky was empty, save for the quiet thrumming of thousands of stars. two sets of twin souls settled into a bed of blankets, one set nested between the other. moon, part one, began to whisper tales of valiant knights, of dragons and queens, of a wolf who falls for the moon. da'evune and da'fen giggled as moon, part one, told them of the wolf's dislike of tea - how he'd turn his muzzle up at honey splashed with tea. she told them of how he betrayed the moon once, how he'd turned to the sky to hide him. and yet, the moon loved him still. their love was so great it overcame it all. when the veil came crashing down, it was their love that shielded thedas from the worst of it. it was their love that created thedas' second moon and her sister, the wolf. this pair would the guiding lights - the howl that guides you home, the moon that brightens the night. and when the first pair finally faded, thedas would have a twin souls that would, above all, endure. the wolf, part one, pressed the moon's hand to his lips, and began to tell the tale of the dragon who gave herself so that they all might live.
Wren and Solas by @inquisitor-veowyn
Solas stood on the battlements, Wren’s proximity to him radiating warmth. He turned his head, admiring her beauty for a moment before reaching out to her. He grabbed her hand, weaving his fingers through hers. Her skin was so soft against his calloused hands, and it felt like a weight was lifted from his shoulders. He turned to her, weaving his fingers into her other hand. “You mean so much to me, Wren.”
Solas + Wren + Tea by me
I picture the cup of tea he enjoys being the first one she makes him in the peace after the chaos of the veil coming down or w/e da4 brings. He can rest and be with his love and she still loves him and they can be happy and she hands him a cup of tea in the morning like she used to in skyhold and it's the first cup of tea he's ever really enjoyed. She's so warm with her head resting on his shoulder, the morning light giving her hair a slight golden tint as she sips her own tea happily. Maybe it's his own happiness that makes this cup of tea different.Whatever the case the drink is quickly forgotten as he trades the taste of the tea in his cup for the subtle taste of it on her lips.
Wren dies in the red lyrium future in an AU where she isn’t Inquisitor by me
Hot. Metallic. Seeping between her teeth and splattering against the demon's face when her lungs forced a cough and the terror's claws dug in deeper. The taste and warmth brought to her sluggish mind a memory of someone she'd loved trying to make her tea, metallic because it had been stale, but she'd said it was delicious. Bare face beaming, flaxen hair, it's terrible isn't it sister. Sister. Lyre. She'd forgotten; the red taking her mind from her more each day.
The terror ripped its hand cruelly from her stomach, taking so much of her with it, her pooling blood already turning to crystal as she fell to the ground.
She wondered which would kill her first, the blood loss or the encroaching crystallization, before her mind wandered back to her sister in her fading moments.
Lyre; bright, radiant, the sun to her moon. She'd tried so hard to keep Wren safe and what had happened to her....Wren couldn't remember now as the red tinged shadows pulled at the edge of her vision and her last word fell softly from her lips: asa'ma'lin
I'm sorry sister.
Wren + Solas + fluff + dancing (i had to write to make up for the wren death)
The bittersweet flavor of raspberries danced across Wren's tongue as she bit into one of the tarts the cook had made for her. She'd told the woman on many occasions that making her sweets on top of feeding the entire Inquisition wasn't necessary but the only response she'd ever gotten was "You save us all from that blighted Corypheus arsehole and we'll call it even." Yet she sensed a kindred spirit in the woman, a caretaker if a rather grouchy one.
She closed her eyes and hummed happily as she took another bite of the pastry, the thin, crisp layers of the tart crunching as she bit down into the raspberry preserve center. With her clan she'd never eaten anything quite so sweet as the desserts she'd tasted since becoming inquisitor, one of the few perks the job offered really.
As the sugar coated her mouth she felt like dancing. Sweetness was such a happy flavor, making her heart light and her feet lighter in turn. And suddenly she was spinning, bouncing happily in small, unplanned movements, moving to the feeling of the joy bubbling in her chest.
Was it silly to dance because of a simple raspberry tart? Maybe, but she couldn't find it in her heart to care.
That is until she very nearly careened into Solas who was suddenly there, the soft expression he reserved only for her lighting his face as he helped her regain the balance her surprise had stolen from her.
She wasn't sure how he'd entered her room without her hearing, had she truly been so wrapped up in delighting over her treat? She felt her face redden as she thought of how her gluttonous happiness must look. He offered her his hand and she looked up at him quizzically.
"May I have this dance, vhenan?"
Her heart floated happily into her throat, buoyant on the warmth his voice always held (for her, only for her).
She curtsied dramatically trying not to laugh as she gave him her answer.
"Of course ma lath."
She took his hand and he pulled her close, letting her lead him in the steps of her spontaneous dancing.
The tarts were quite forgotten then, some moments were sweeter than anything the cook could bake after all.
Part 3: Wren and her alternate LI, Haleir
What's the first "date" Haleir takes Wren on, and does Wren realise that's what it is?
Haven't actually thought about their first date before now but here goes! Before their first kiss, Haleir was content to just follow Wren wherever she wanted to go or to simply be in her presence at her home in kirkwall. After their first kiss (an achingly soft press of her lips to his, her heart was shattered, begging not to be broken again. He did not take more from her than this moment. Just held her close and pressed his forehead to hers, basking in the warmth of her fragile happiness. He would never abandon her.) he lets himself want to show Wren the wonders he knows how to reach through the eluvians. Nothing that would compromise the plans of the Dread Wolf, Haleir is not a complete fool, he knows he may be able to use the eluvians in this way once without Solas finding out. He takes Wren to the ruins of an elven observatory, not so much for the devices that once watched the heavens but for the books that map the stars. The world cut off from the fade can only see so many of the stars, the night sky now a dull comparison to the skies of arlathan. As they look over the star charts together Wren becomes the closest to herself that she's been in years, some of the ache in her chest is replaced by light happiness and the excitement of discovering that there are more stars to spin tales about. She spends hours pouring over the books with Haleir content to watch and listen. When they've spent enough time there that someone might take note of his absence, he notices wren's hesitation to put one of the books back on the shelf. Gently he covers her uncertain hand with his own, telling her to keep the book. Wren presses the precious gift to her chest, holding it as though it might disappear as they travel back through the eluvians. This time, Haleir kisses her.
A Wren and Hal scene I wrote
Can be found HERE
Some Wren and Hal AU smut in progress
Can be found HERE
Wren and Hal by @eluvilavellan
Hal by @mik-arts
Playlist for Wren and Hal
found HERE
Haleir in da:i
Haleir in sims3
A very dumb Hal video i made
Can be found HERE
Part 4: Wren Aesthetics, picrews, sims, etc.
Wren sims4
Wren sims3
Wren’s older sister Lyris (Lyre) Lavellan in sims3
Wren playlist
Can be found HERE
Wren flower symbolism
Muscari: Caring Love
Mullein: Good Nature
Tea: Harmony/Peace/Spiritual Connection/Rejuvenation/Change/Contentment
Moonflower: Dreaming of Love/The Moon
Blueberry Flower: Eternal Optimism
Meadowsweet: Happiness/Peace/Protection
Wren and Solas flower symbolism
Mistletoe: Kisses/Peace/Safety/Poison
Columbine: The emblem of deceived lovers
Rain Flower: I love you back/I Must Atone For My Sins/I Will Never Forget You
Snowdrop: Hope
Eremurus: Endure
Forget-Me-Not: Don’t forget me, Remember me forever
Honeysuckle: Bonds of Love/Lover's Embrace/Clinging
Wren aesthetic by @mik-arts
Wren aesthetic by @eluvilavellan
annnnnnd I think that’s everything for now!
If you read this far then bless your soul because this was so much
if you want to know more about Wren her tag is #Wren Lavellan and you can shoot me an ask about her anytime! <3
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Queen concerts were also successful beause of those guys!
Scroll if you want to learn who these guys are and what they did. You will also read about a Lord, a henna user, who had best haircut and Queen’s favorite food. (I wrote in bold letters the parts about Queen members and some funny facts.)
1. a"rigger". They assemble the stage (all 6000 square feet of it). Sometimes this can take two days, so there are two stages on this European tour. While one is being taken down at one venue, the other is being assembled at the next.
2 another "rigger".
3 John "Tumbridge" Wells, one of the security men responsible for looking after the members of Queen. "Tumbridge" looks after Brian May, escorts him wherever he goes and keeps the fans from getting too close.
4 Wally Gore group security, he looks after John Deacon
5 Alex Alexandrou, carpenter. There's two of us, and we put up all the stage scenery. I put up the walkways around the back and sides of the stage wich Freddie runs along. He likes to run on carpet, so I have to lay that down everywhere.
6. Chris "Crystal" Taylor, group coordinator. He organises all of the personal Queen crew, roadies, the security men. He makes sure they all know what they have to do and when they have to do it.
7. Jim Deveney, monitor engineer. "I sit out of sight on stage. I have to make things sound good so that the band can hear what they're doing. The sound comes through these speakers called "monitors" wich face onto the stage. The worst act I ever worked for was Rod Stewart. He was really miserable.
8. Joe Fanelli, Freddie's main personal assistant, who cooks for him at his London Home. "He likes anything really exotic, North African food, curries, good French cooking. He hates veal and doesn't eat carrots. Lambs is a bit iffy too. Brian's vegetarian but he eats fish. John likes very simple food, pie and mash and Roger likes anything but lamb.
9. Tony Williams, in charge of Queen's wardrobe. "I have to look after all of the band's stage clothes. That includes lots of details like making sure all the changes of clothes they need are backstage (Freddie changes about three times each performance), labelling the band's stage shoes (because they all wear the same stripey Adidas), and looking after Freddie's special moustache scissors. Also I have to wash all of their clothes in my hotel bedroom. My bath is always full. And Brian May has been using all this red henna do dye his hair and it comes out all over his shirts. It's very hectic".
10. Brandan Hyland, group security
11. One of the 15 "truckers" who each drive a massive 40 feet lorry loaded up with sound and lighting equipment. (For extra money they also operate the spotlights wich "follow" the group around stage).
12. Brian "Jobby" Zellis. one of Queen's personal road crew.
13 Brian May, Queen's guitarist.
14 John "Moxy" Glover, Roger Taylor's personnal roadie. "Basically I have to look after his drum kit and set it up on stage. I have to keep him supllied with drum sticks. He has sticks made with his own name on and he uses about ten sets a show. I got a bit drunk with Status Quo's roadies in Paris earlier this tour, and started throwing all his sticks in the audience.
15. Terry Giddings, group security.
16. Dieter Breit, physiotherapist for the group and crew. He has to look after any sprains and injuries that anybody might suffer, e.g. a sprained guitar-playing finger which needs massaging on Brian May's valuable hand.
17. A lighting assistant.
18. A "rigger"
19. Peter "Ratty" Hince, one of Queen's personal road crew. "I have to look after John Deacon's bass guitars and Freddie's guitar and special radio microphones (the one that don't have a fead) and keyboard instruments. I have to make sure that everything is exactly where it should be on stage, otherwise Freddie particularly will glare and let me know if anything's wrong. He's very particular about things being just right. Personally I don't enjoy these tour as much as the old ones. Nowadays ther's too much equipment, too many hangers-on, and everybody's trying to be important."
20. John "Collie" Collins, one of Queen's personnal road crew. "I'm the spare man, really. I work with Ratty and the piano tuner, help to see that everything is where it should be at the right time. Do you know I got married yesterday! I celebrated the wedding with the band and crew. It had to be squeezed in during the tour.
21. Roger Taylor, Those "shades"! That turned up collar! Must be Queen's drummer.
22. A trucker
23. Another trucker.
24. A rigger.
25. Another rigger
26 John Deacon, youn know , Queen's bass player, the one with the good haircut.
27 Tom "Midget" Foehlinger, sound monitor
28 An unknown person who sneaked in
29 Mickey Conafray, trucker
30 Mick Riddle, caterer
31 A lighting assistant
32 Albert Sutton, truck driver. "I carry the sound system, or some of it. We don't see the band or the road crew most of the time, because we travel ahead of everyone else. We have to get to the site before they do, and although we help with the setting up, we're off for two days while the rest of them are working on the concert. There are 15 "truckers" on this tour, plus the bus wich takes the road crew and sometimes the band. The worst thing about this job is being away from home for a long time when you're on tour. And the best thing is...erm maybe that should be a secret".
33. A caterer
34 Dave Lewis, another Caterer
35 A sound monitor.
36 Stave Benjamins, one of Queen's personal road crew, or "roadies" as they hate to be called. They look after all the instruments, microphones and amplifiers which Queen use on stage, setting them up, tuning them, and keep them clean.
37. another trucker"
38. Dave Thomas, caterer. I've been catering for Queen since 1975, every tour. The band eat the same food as everyone else, but they do have certain favorite foods. After a show they usually like an omelette or sometimes beans on toast or occasionally a steak au poivre. They're also pretty fond of Indonesian cooking".
39. Rex Ray, second sound engineer. He mixes the sound for all the support groups.
40. Spike Edney, keybordist and second guitar player: " My biggest fear is that it might get too damp, which makes the synthesisers cut out. I just pray that I'm out of clouting range of Freddie if that happens. He might not realise why I'm not playing and he'd be very upset if he thought I was daydreaming of something. But Queen on the whole are great to work with and they get drunk a lot too. Champagne every night, it's great!
41. Simon tutchener, lighting director. "I operate the main lighting console during the concert. It took three weeks to rehearse. I have a crew who set all the lights up, and 14 spotlights operators who I control through an intercom system and one man on a "Ver-lite", plus a man on the colour changer computer, plus a man on a computer which controls the up and down movement of the whole lighting rig, and then there are a few bits on stage, including Brian May special spaceship thing which comes down during his solo spot with all the flashing lights and..." (that's quite enought about lighting. Ed)
42 Stage rigger, who helps to set up the 6000 square feet of stage (all carpetted)
43 Sylvia Reed, assistant to the tour manager, Gerry Stickells. She is really a personal secretary.
44. James "Trip" Khalaf, chief sound enginer: "I mix the live sound for Queen, and I'm in overall charge for the half a million watts of PA (ie sound system. pa means Public adress) that we're carting around.
45. Lord Frederick Lucan of Mercury. You know him. Freddie.
46. "Phoebe", one of Freddie's personal assistants. These people help to arrange Sir Frederick's day, making sure he gets to appointments on time, and taking care of all those little details, which keep him happy.
47. A rigger
48. Lyndsey Beckingham, caterer. One of a team of five who feed the crew and the group. The caterers have their own van to transport all the food, cookers and fridges necessary to feed up to 60 people three times a day.
49 Bill Louthe, sound monitor. One of the assistants to the chief sound engineer, who sets up the massive sound system making sure it works perfectly, and run around while Queen are on stage, putting things right ( like tangled wiring) and making sure that there are no problems which could cause any deterioration of the sound quality.
50. Dave Mills, head of backstage and front of stage security. "My job is to stop any skirmishes or fights by pulling people out, people who faint, and putting in the hands of the first aid people. Earlier on this tour, in Dublin, I pulled out a young man whose ear was barely hanging on by a thread, probably because some idiot threw a glass."
51 Gerry Stickells, tout manager. The most important poeple on the tour. He looks after the road crew, from the lighting team to caterers; hiring them, making sure that they're paid and that everyone's alright. (he even remembers every crew member's birthday, making a fuss of them so they get too miserable). The other important thing he does is to go out months before the tour to look at the planned concert sites and to make all the thousands of arrangements that need to be made in advance. He's been working with acts like Rod Steward and Elton John and has organised Queen's road tour for 11 years. "They have to be highly-strung crazy people, they have to in order to ware themselves up to perform. So I admire them, yes. But I wouldn't want to socialise with them. Soon as this tour is over I'll go home and watch television."
52 Mike Weisman, production and stage manager. "I'm in charge of seeing that the stage and scenery is all but together properly. We work all day to get everything right. I have to coordinate all the work of the riggers and carpenters."
#brian may#freddie mercury#queen#queen band#bohemian rhapsody#roger taylor#rogerina#freddie#john deacon#disco deacy#john deacy#deaky#disco deaky
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1. these posters for the henna wars: this was one of my favorite reads of the year, and even though finding pictures took ages, i was really proud of the coloring!
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Gift
(Viren/Kasef, Prince Consort AU)
A Dragon Prince fic:
“Priya, down!”
Viren taps his heel lightly against the large elephant’s shoulder, and she sinks onto her forelegs to let him dismount. Behind him, Kasef begins to slide off, but Viren captures his arms, wrapping them around his waist again for just a moment longer. Kasef tucks his face into the crook of Viren’s neck, and they breathe together, once, twice, before Kasef plants a gentle kiss on Viren’s skin and finally slides to the ground.
This part is always a bit tricky, with his bad knee, but Kasef holds his arms out. “Come on, my Prince, I’ll catch you.” And he does, smiling and holding Viren steady.
They linger like that too, sharing soft touches and light kisses, until Priya huffs out a bellow of air, clearly annoyed with having been ignored.
Viren chuckles and pats her twice on the shoulder to let her know she can stand up. When she rises, she bats him playfully with her trunk. A rebuke, but a jesting one. Viren gives her trunk a rub. “Who’s my girl?” he coos, “who’s my smart, strong girl? That’s right, you are! Priya is!”
She seems to take this as apology enough, and he pats her again as she turns toward the elephant house for a cool drink and some rest.
Kasef’s laugh echoes through the courtyard. He captures Viren around the waist from behind, again nuzzling his face into his neck. “You know, when we met, I never would have pictured you using baby talk. It’s cute.”
“I could say the same for you.”
Viren can feel Kasef smile against his skin. He smiles too. He’s happy here. With his husband’s arms around him, and the warm evening breeze gently tossing the loose fabric of his clothes, and the chorus of frogs beginning to sing in the nearby garden pools, he’s so happy.
“I had a wonderful day,” he continues. “Thank you for Priya. I’m honored you would gift her to me. I know she’s one of your favorites.”
“She likes you,” Kasef says into his shoulder. “Besides, everything I have is yours anyway, my Prince. And the day is not over yet. Come on.”
Kasef tugs him backward, until they’re both stumbling a bit, and Viren’s heart jumps for a moment, part shock, part giddy thrill. Kasef soon rights them both, chuckling. He unwraps his arms from Viren’s waist and finds his hand instead, and they make their way up into the palace. When they reach their suite, Kasef nudges him inside. “Go, freshen up. Meet me in the gardens in an hour. I’ll have dinner prepared.”
“Won’t you be joining me in ‘freshening up’?”
“You take this time for you. We have the rest of the night for us.”
Kasef brings Viren’s hand to his lips and kisses his knuckles softly. “Also, I have another gift for you. And I know you’ll want to surprise me with it. It’s waiting on the chaise in the sitting room. Go. I’ll see you soon.”
As Viren closes the door to their suite, he racks his brain for what gift Kasef could give him that he’d possibly want to turn around and surprise him with. True to Kasef’s word, there is a wide, flat, rectangular box resting on the chaise, with a note that reads, “open me after you bathe”. His husband is like this sometimes, leaving little mysteries for Viren to puzzle out, tiny adventures to pique his curiosity. It’s a small thrill, and Viren loves it.
As requested, he heads to the bath first. Warming the water with a quickly muttered spell, he steps over the pink marble edge and sinks in. The sweetly fragranced bath salts relax his muscles, drawing out every ache from the day’s ride and walks. He lets himself drift there until the water cools. After rising and drying off, he sprinkles a light dusting of his favorite perfumed oil over his skin. The spicy scent mingles with the lingering sweetness from the bath salts.
Finally, he wanders back out into the sitting room. Gently, he undoes the ribbon around the box and lifts the lid. Rich purple fabric greets his eyes, and a flash of golden trim. It’s a soft, almost sheer fabric, he notices, as he lifts it from the box, and two pieces. The first piece, traditional Neolandian pants, cascading in flowing folds from his hips to end in a delicate taper wrapped around each ankle. The second, a long, wide sash, meant to twist around him and drape over his shoulder. Each piece is edged with tiny embroidered gold elephants and white lotuses. The delicateness of the fabric allows the henna that Kasef had drawn on his back and shoulders the day before to show through.
His husband was right. Viren can’t wait to see the look on Kasef’s face when he sees him in this.
He slips on a pair of sandals and heads to the gardens. True to his word, Kasef is waiting for him in their favorite spot. The low table nestled between sumptuous cushions is laden with curries, breads, sauces, rice, and other foods. Kasef’s back is to Viren as he bends over the table, adjusting the layout. His hair is loose over his shoulders, the way Viren likes best. He wears a long, sleeveless, high-collared tunic of white and gold woven together in a subtle pattern, adorned with ornate purple embroidery around the collar and the bottom hem, and in a deep inverted triangle design from his shoulders to mid-back. Simple but richly hued purple pants peek out beneath the tunic. When Kasef finally straightens and turns around, Viren sees that the embroidery continues in another deep triangle over his chest. It’s stunning.
It’s clear Kasef is thinking the same thing about Viren, because he freezes for a moment, mouth partly open. His eyes take in Viren’s form. It’s a kind of gift in itself, to be able to stop Kasef in his tracks like this. It makes Viren feel…good. Confident. Wanted.
Kasef doesn’t stop for long, though. Soon he weaves his way through the cushions, to wrap his arms around Viren’s waist and pull him close for a kiss. “You look incredible, my Prince,” he murmurs.
Viren hums into the kiss. “As do you, my love. Thank you.”
“Always.”
Kasef coaxes Viren to the cushions, and they sit side by side as they begin their meal. It’s all of Viren’s favorites, full of contrasting spices for complex flavor and aroma. Kasef finds every excuse to feed Viren from his fingers, which Viren gladly accepts. Touch is as important a part of Neolandian cuisine as smell and taste, and here with his husband, it only serves to strengthen their bond.
When Viren doesn’t think he can possibly eat another bite, he leans back against the cushions with a satisfied groan. Kasef soon follows. He puts his arm around Viren’s shoulder, fidgeting gently with the hem of Viren’s sash.
“Perhaps we should make this a national holiday. Then everyone could celebrate you the way I do.”
Viren snorts. “Oh please, Kasef. The people don’t love me nearly as much as you do.” But he can feel the flush heating his face. “Thank you, though. You’ve given me so much today.”
Kasef scoots in closer still. “What else can I give you, my Prince? Anything; name it and it’s yours. The kingdom itself, if you ask it of me. This is your day.”
Viren’s chest tightens with emotion. It’s still sometimes so hard to believe that he is loved the way he is. He doesn’t take a single moment for granted.
“I don’t want the kingdom,” he says, shifting so he can lay his head on Kasef’s shoulder. “I already have the greatest gift I could ever ask for.”
“And that is?”
Viren drapes his arm across Kasef’s waist. “You.”
He hears Kasef’s breath catch on the way in, and then feels the press of Kasef’s lips against his forehead. Kasef’s voice is soft, and full of warmth.
“Happy birthday, Viren.”
(Also available on AO3)
#tdp#Viren#Kasef#VirenWeek2020#Viren Week 2020#virsef#Prophetic Fire does words#gift#self-indulgent fluff#husbands
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LFRP - Milja Svartur
She's in that femme fatale territory; A captive slave who's been recently liberated and has acquired a taste for blood in the process. Very familiar with being objectified in the past, Milja now utilizes this to her advantage to exact vengeance/catharsis. Having been swept up into the throes of a traveling caravan known as "The Hiraeth Haj" early on, she had been initiated into a life of crime practically from the moment she left the Wood.
Presently on the payroll for Reign Enterprises, Milja is a self trained healer who picked up on a great deal of Astromancy during her years with the Hiraeth Haj, and is surprisingly adept with maiming as much as she is with mending. Reputed to be very sweet, pleasant, and polite, direct interactions may reveal there's a lil somethin'-somethin' off. While often flirtatious, she can occasionally seem naive about the world around her, and has been described as "unhinged"
"You've been kind enough to take me under-wing, but I am afraid I do not have a singular answer-- I desire to help as much as hurt, heal as much as maim-- but I am selective in both. I can don a smile amidst a house on fire with the best of 'em. Should you demand it, I could stroke an ego as well as a cock; But even I have my limits, and I can say with certainty that is far exceeding them."
The Basics ––– –
Name: Milja Svartur. City name: “Cherry Blossom”
Age: 33
Birthday: 4th Sun of the 5th Astral Moon
Race: Viera, Veena
Gender: Cis Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Marital Status: Withheld
Server: Balmung
Alignment: True Neutral, though may occasionally present as Chaotic Neutral.
Physical Appearance ––– –
Hair: Glossy bone white interspersed with a deep mauve-pink
Eyes: Dilute amaranthine, like Althyk Lavender
Height: 5 fulms, 8 ilms
Build: Bodacious: lean with ample feminine curves
Distinguishing Marks: She wears a collection of faded scars like souvenirs. They riddle her body, though are not terribly noticeable without looking closely. While she has no permanent tattoos, Milja is often marked with elaborate henna patterns on her hands.
Common Accessories: She typically wears any variation of gold collar, of which she has a perpetually growing collection of. While not an accessory, she favors wearing dark make-up and accentuates it with gilt and gold dust powders.
Personal ––– –
Profession: Employee of Reign Enterprises: Seduce and Destroy most of the time, but eye candy for the rest of it. Escort for hire.
Hobbies: Writing haikus, indulging in various cultural events, all sorts of entertainment, singing, gathering herbs, gutting men like fish, baking, eating at various establishments, and working with her hands.
Languages: Eorzean Common, fluent in body language.
Residence: A small apartment in the Mist, though she’s at home enough out in nature.
Birthplace: Othard, Skatay Range
Fears: Disappointing those she values the opinion of, ever finding herself in captivity again, one-sided relationships, being useless or insignificant, Leeches, and to a lesser extent, Crocs.
Relationships ––– -
Spouse: None
Children: None
Parents: Kaja (Mother), Styr (Father)
Siblings: None (at least none that she is aware of.)
Traits ––– -
* Bold your character’s answer.
Extroverted / In Between / Introverted
Disorganized / In Between / Organized
Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded
Calm / In Between / Anxious
Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable
Cautious / In Between / Reckless
Patient / In Between / Impatient
Outspoken / In Between / Reserved
Leader / In Between / Follower
Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic
Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic
Traditional / In Between / Modern
Hard-working / In Between / Lazy
Cultured / In Between / Uncultured
Loyal / In Between / Disloyal
Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful
Additional Information ––– –
Smoking: No, thank you.
Drugs: Hard pass.
Alcohol: Will indulge socially, exclusively in the presence of those trusted. Finds excessive drinkers to be weak in character.
Historic Information ––– –
Milja was a child of the Wood in a Veena tribe which settled high in the Skatay Range during the Garlean occupation of Dalmasca. Being a very traditional tribe, rather than be exiled and bring shame to her kin, she voluntarily elected to leave and go out into the world to experience other places, people, and cultures at 25 years old. Within the first few months she was swept up into the throes of a traveling caravan in Othard by a Roegadyn named Ous, lured with sweet promises he could hardly deliver on. Essentially Ous and his lackeys were land pirate con-men, gamblers, slavers; Criminals who were known in various circles between The Far East and Eorzea as "The Hiraeth Haj".
What began as a consensual relationship was revealed to be something else shortly after embarking on her journey, and young Milja was essentially held captive, circumscribed to a life not her own and hid away from the world under less than pleasant circumstances. At 33 (recent/present), the particular caravan she was associating with was targeted by Reign Enterprises, which Milja believed had been employed to deal with the travelers by some organization or another, surely miffed by one of their many transgressions. During this exchange, the vardo where Milja resided went up in flames, and she was extracted by Dravitus, head of Reign Enterprises, where she has been employed since. As for the circumstances surrounding the events of her liberation; Very little information is known, save for the hushed rumors which circulated upon her enlistment into Reign Enterprises and have since settled down.
Find more information, art, and aesthetics - https://milja-svartur.tumblr.com/
RP Hooks ––– –
Viera Proud: While she may no longer have as close ties to the Wood as she once held, and is contented with the life she leads now, Milja occasionally pines for the culture and kin she has voluntarily left behind. She is interested in other Viera and the circumstances which surrounded their departure (or continued connection) to the Wood.
Seduce & Destroy: Comfortable in her own skin, Milja tastefully flaunts what she has and will utilize feminine wiles as a means to an end. As an employee of Reign Enterprises, she engages in less than decent exchanges (up to a point) to advance initiatives as they may benefit her employer, but she will also engage in more recreational exchanges.
Teacher’s Pet: Opportunities to bring new (illicit) business and forge connections with other criminal contacts for Reign Enterprises brings Milja the biggest rush. Looking for business opportunities? Share your pitch. She’s more than happy to lend a long, fluffy ear, and perhaps even a hand.
Unwitting Savior: Milja is, by nature, empathetic and nurturing. She is also subtly sadistic, which results in a taut dichotomy that primes her to fill the role of someone’s errant heroine. Your character is in a tight place? Being abused or taken advantage of? Is subjected to the whims of a badguy™? Call Miss Milja-- service with a sadist’s smile.
Bad Girl with a Good Heart: While she may engage in criminal activity, enjoy brutalizing, dress like a high class harlot, and is capricious as they come, she is is loyal to the core. Milja is a good ol’ fashioned ride or die lady (you heard it right, underneath what very little clothing she wears, she is, in fact, a proper lady) who looks out for those she cares for while operating under her own set of conditions: doing bad things for the right reasons.
OOC/Contact Information ––– –
I am happy to entertain walk-up RP in game, but can also be found on discord (Poufkin#5707) or through tumblr: https://milja-svartur.tumblr.com/!
Veteran RPer who is new to the FF scene. How I have avoided this inevitable fate for as long as I have is beyond me.
Multi-para RP preferred... occasionally slow. I am sorry!
EST time zone, usually available after 8PM or on weekends. Also work full time. Also am a grad school student. 😬
Really friendly, kinda shy, derpy, and harmless. Please don’t hesitate to reach out!
#milja svartur#viera#vieraffxiv#lfrp#crystal lfrp#balmung#balmung rp#oc roleplay#roleplay#ffxiv roleplay#balmung lfrp
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26/07/19
Hello!
Sorry I lied to you about posting yesterday, which I clearly didn’t do. I’m not trying to force excuses here, but I was dead tired from the trip, needing to hop under the shower ASAP and also really bored with retelling the same story from the previous five days again and again.
Let me just start off from the very beginning.
Let’s start with 20.07. I didn’t post on that day, cause I had manicure in the morning and then I slept, packed and overall got ready. I was planning to post at night, but I knew I already wrote about the hiatus and besides, it turned out that I had to arrive at V’s house on Saturday and not Sunday. Her mom promised to drive us some way to the seaside, but we had to leave early in the morning, therefore it turned out I had to arrive on Saturday’s night.
On Sunday, 21.07, there was Su’s birthday, who is our best friend, so we decided to call her two minutes before midnight, not to let anybody hold the line. Su was already by the seaside.
When I arrived at V’s house it was about 11pm. She packed, we went on a walk with her dog, called Su and then didn’t go to sleep up until 3 am.
At 3 am, Su called saying that she argued with her boyfreind, Opal.
Basically, Opal and Silver arrived on Saturday, Su and Z were already there on a holiday and me and V were supposed to come on Sunday. The six of us were to live together for 5 days and then Silver and Opal were supposed to stay with Black, Gold and another guy for the next couple of days and us girls were supposed to come back home.
Opal and Silver tried to get on well with Su’s and Z’s friends from the holidays, but they’re from two different worlds and Silver and Opal didn’t really have fun. Which is, well, their problem, but then they were mad that Z started to come after a lot of guys and they kept on chasing her the entire evening, so that she wouldn’t do anything stupid.
They obviously had their hearts in the right place, but some peple will always do what they want, even if it’s dangerous and Z is exactly that kind of person. Besides, if anything, they should be mad at Z, but they decided to get pissed at Su. During her birthday.
Which led her to call us crying.
We calmed her down, but the next day, after the 2,5 hour trip with V’s mom, during which we listened to Ed Sheeran’s new album (about which I already talked about) and the 2 hour train trip to the small seaside town, the atmosphere was not that good. We eventually got the house, planned how we were going to sleep and because Su was mad at her boyfriend, he slept with Silver, I slept with Su and V. Z slept alone.
The first day was shitty. We argued a lot, Silver said some very rude things to me because he was tired and well, that didn’t end well. We finished the day by having a bonfire at the beach, but we had to finish that a bunch of hours later, cause we weren’t allowed to do so.
The next day was a bit better, we had more fun because of a bonfire. We went to the supermarket and argued again, because Opal and Z really wanted to throw a surprise birtday party for Z (who had her birthday on 21.07, they have already celebrated on 20.07 and then anther partty on 22.07) and me and V knew that she didn’t want that. Silver was against the idea as well. Fortunately, the party didn’t really work out and we spent the night together, but Opal and Su again had a problem, so we went to nearby city to clear our minds - just me, V and Su. We had waffles, walked the pier, got matching henna tattoos, bought books and ate dinner. After that we came home for that party, but Opal was mad big time.
We woke up at 2 pm on 23.07. We travelled to another city, walked around and had so much fun. That was a really good day, I had an awesome time with Silver and the rest, but when we came home my ankle got so swollen, I couldn’t walk straight.
Silver offered to carry me downstairs, we somehow got down and I got into the bathroom. I wondered whether or not to lock myself, cause I was afraid of falling down, but I decided that nothing bad could have happened to that ankle and I didn’t know whether somebody wouldn’t just barge into the bathroom without knocking. I locked myself, thank god, because Opal felt sick and since he couldn’t get to the bathroom, he threw up outside. Silver stayed with him half of the night, to make sure he was okay.
On 24.07 Gold arrived. We went to the beach since I couldn’t really walk. Almost everybody got sunburnt, but V had it the worst. After that, we ate dinner, went to the beach again to take some pictures and packed, cause the next day was the day of coming home.
We woke up at 25.07, ate breakfast, got waffles and left the house. Me, Su and V took the same train, but V left the fastest cause she was visting family by the sea. Me and Su had to travel for a long time and it was very tiring, cause we didn’t have seating spots, but thankfully, we got home.
After that I had to unpack, take care of my ankle and I fell asleep, cause I had my driving class in the morning.
I didn’t have any driving class during the last two weeks, so let me tell you, it was the absolute worst. I still feel so bad because of that, but I’m trying to forget somehow. Today, I also visited my grandma and soon, I’ll prepare myself to sleep.
If you asked me about how I felt during the trip, I’d have to admit that mostly okay. I didn’t worry about anyhing that I worry about at home, my mental health was better, but we did argue, which in turn made me cranky. The swollen ankle didn’t help at all, but it’s better now.
I realised that I don’t love Silver. He said that he wouldn’t pursue anything with any girl now, so I’m letting go and it does seem possible now, finally.
I do miss Black a lot. I told Opal that i wanted to go to prom with Black, when Opal asked me about whether Silver and Opal finally made the decision between them. I also told him that Silver asked another girl out and Opal was genuinely surprised.
So, there’s that. I think I’m going out with my friends tomorrow, we’ll see how that goes.
Today’s light I’d like to send to Opal. He’s a really nice guy and is in a not the best situation right now, which causes him to hurt. I like him a lot, as a friend, but nevertheless I want him to be happy. I hope all the guys are having fun right now.
And you, have an amazing night.
Love,
C
#22:10#26/07#night post#diary#journal#journal entry#love#life#c posts#finally#holidays#seaside#trips#friends
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This is for @eisschirmchen!! It’s her birthday in her timezone, and almost in mine! So here’s the backstory for Caleb and Nott in the modern AU we’ve talked about!! (Aka therapy exists and Caleb might have a fighting chance.)
Caleb Widogast’s thumb is bleeding.
He wraps the rest of his fingers around his thumb, looking around the rest of the room. This support group he’s part of was “suggested” by one of his favorites nurses from the institution. She told him it would help ease his transition back into the real world, give him something to ground himself with, since they meet twice a week. That way, even if everything else feels like it’s falling down around him, there would always be this.
He’s not participated much, or maybe even at all since he joined about six months ago, but the nurse had been right. It was grounding to come to the same place, with the same people, and usually the same stories. Which is why the new person being dragged in stands out to him so much.
She’s young, or perhaps she’s just small. Caleb figures she can’t be more than five feet tall, and though her eyes are lined in bags, and bloodshot, there’s no way she’s even eighteen yet. A taller individual, with long hair and a stern mouth sits her down in a chair, and Caleb can see a badge on their waist. They go to talk to the woman running the group, and a file is passed over. Caleb figures this must be her parole officer.
The girl slumps down in her seat, a deep scowl on her face. She’s wearing a hoodie that’s possibly two sizes too big for her, and jeans with several holes in them. There’s two different shoes on her feet, one foot with no sock, the other foot with a sock that nearly goes up to her knee. Her long fingernails tap against her elbow as she crosses her arms, and Caleb can see the golden shimmer of a henna design on her fingers. It matches the gold ring in her nose, and the chain leading to what he assumes are her ears. She meets his eyes and he realizes he’s been staring at her. She makes a face at him.
He nearly smiles.
“Okay!” The group leader claps her hands and everyone turns to look at her. “How is everyone going today?”
As always, no one answers her, but she’s anticipating this, and she keeps going anyways. “We have a new member joining us today, would you like to introduce yourself?”
The girl shrugs. “My name is Nott.”
“That’s an interesting name huh?”
“Sure? It’s mine.”
“And what brings you here, Nott?”
“Court obligation. They wanted to put me in AA, but thought I might be too triggering since I’ll remind everyone of their kids blah blah, so I’m here.”
“Well Nott, we’re happy to have you.”
“Sure.”
The group leader moves on, and Caleb goes back to picking at the skin of his nails. He’s only halfway through the meeting and his index finger is bleeding now too. He wonders why he’s so edge, and he meets the girls eyes again. She’s staring at him now, there’s no malice in her eyes. She’s simply observing him, like he does to the rest of them.
He goes back to his nails.
-
After the meeting, the girl comes up to him, reaching into her backpack. She pulls out a few band aids and hands them to him. “Here, it’ll stop the picking too.”
“Thank you.” He takes them, unsure of what else to do.
“What’s your name?”
“Caleb.”
“It’s nice to meet you Caleb. See you around.”
-
Caleb doesn’t talk to her again for a couple weeks, but he always makes sure she’s at the meetings. The next week after her first meeting, she comes in with a busted lip and a deeper scowl than before. The next week her hoodie is gone, replaced poorly with a too-big flannel that goes to her knees. The third week, Caleb catches a wristband on her that he recognizes.
After the meeting is over, he goes over to her. Nott looks up at him and offers him a smile. “Nail picker, whats up?”
“You at the Felderwind shelter?” He asks. Caleb is terrible at small talk, he passes it when he can. Nott lifts an eyebrow up, pulling up a sleeve to hide the wristband.
“So?”
“So the thieving there is really bad. So are the gangs, at least they were about a year ago when I was there. They’ll rough you up good if you try and keep your head down. Hard to stay out of the shit when you live in it.”
Nott looks surprised for a second, then she pulls her confidence back on like a mask. “It’s fine, I can handle it.”
“Ja, I believe it. You’ve got more of your stuff than I did a couple weeks after being there, that’s for sure. I just...want some coffee?”
She eyes him critically, deciding what it is he’s after. Caleb has no idea either, he isn’t sure why he’s doing this, but he is, and he wants to buy her some coffee.
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
-
He and Nott go to coffee after meetings now.
Sometimes he buys, sometimes she does. Sometimes they sit there and say nothing. Sometimes Nott pulls out a flask and pours it into her coffee, sometimes she doesn’t. It takes time before they open up a little, but it does happen.
Nott tells him her family is a mess, and she ran away. She’s homelesss now but it’s still infinitely better than living with her family. She doesn’t know what she’s going to do, really, but she’ll figure it out. She’s pretty smart.
Caleb asks her how old she is. She shrugs him off, but eventually tells him she’s sixteen. Caleb remembers being sixteen, and if he thinks about it for too long, the dreams will come back so he doesn’t think about it anymore.
Caleb tells her he used to live at the shelter she’s living at now. He tells her about little spots he’s found to hide his things. He tells her about how to find where the rounds schedule is so she can move freely at night. He tells her to be careful, because it’s easy to get sucked into the darkness in there, and she’s much too smart to get trapped there.
Caleb also tells her he’s gotta a job at the university recently. He’s in the research department, and in exchange, they’re willing to let him take classes. Nott’s eyes sparkle at this, and Caleb realizes she’s genuinely happy for him, and he smiles at her for real.
He’s somehow found himself a friend.
Nott is missing at the next meeting.
Caleb doesn’t want to be worried about her, but he does see the group leader make a note on her pad, a worried draw to her mouth.
-
Nott is at the next meeting, and she looks awful.
Her lip is busted again, and one of her eyes is swollen. She limps on her way to her seat, and winces as she sits down. The group leader looks concerned, but she doesn’t make Nott talk about it. Wise choice, since Nott’s eyes stay on the floor for the whole meeting.
After it’s over Caleb walks over to her and offers her his hand. “Coffee?”
-
Nott curls into her side, looking even smaller in the coffee shop chair.
She won’t meet Caleb’s eyes, but she does finally speak, after he pours a little bit of whiskey into both their cups. “You can’t stay in the shelter during the day, so I usually wander around the city. I’ll steal things when I can, and maybe when I shouldn’t. But today, there were these men out, and they passed me cutting through an alley, and then next thing I knew I was on the ground.
“They mostly just called me names, called me a street rat, and a waste of space and stuff like that, but they wouldn’t stop kicking me. When they finally got bored I just hung out in the library for the rest of the day until the shelter opened. Then I went there, and...one of them is staying at the shelter now. He attacked me there later, when I was stashing my stuff in that place you told me about. Where-“
“Where the cameras can’t see.” Caleb finishes for her, his fist nearly crushing his coffee cup. “Tell me, Nott, you can recognize this guy right?”
“Yeah…” she finally looks at him, a half smile on her face. “Why do you ask.”
“I feel we need to have a talk with him.”
-
Caleb can’t remember the last time he’s felt this anger inside of him. He knows it’s there, and that it’ll never go away, but it’s slept for so long, he’s forgotten how much he’s addicted to it, how the heat from it keeps him alive, keeps him awake. He waits outside of the shelter, a cigarette he’ll never smoke between his fingers. He’s always loved the smell but he’s never loved the taste.
Up on the stairs, he hears the door open, and Nott comes dashing out, running as fast as she can. Behind her is some sort of a brute, chasing her, enraged look on his face. Nott has a look of wild glee on her face as she skids around the corner, the brute following her down the alley. Caleb tosses his smoke to the side and follows them into the alley.
He’s focused on Nott, cowering at the dead end, to notice Caleb coming up behind him. He absolutely didn’t hear Caleb pick up the wine bottle in the alley, and he was dazed and on his knees before he even saw Caleb behind him.
Caleb stares down at him, feeling steel run through his veins. The brute glares at him, trying to stand up. “Who the fuck are you?”
“Whoever I need to be.” Caleb answers, kicking him in the side, so he falls back down. He lifts his foot, bringing it down on his ribs until he hears a crack under his boot. Good. That should be enough. He needs to reel himself I before this fucker ends up dead.
Nott stands now, walking over to him. She pulls her foot back and kicks him straight in the teeth with the foot that has a boot. He groans, and Nott jumps over him, coming to stand next to Caleb.
Caleb looks down at her, and exhales. “I have a couch, it’s not much but it’s yours if you want it.”
“That would be great.”
-
It isn’t actually even a couch. It’s Caleb’s old easy chair and he can’t believe she’s small enough to sleep in it.
She lays in the chair, a blanket wrapped around her, and she looks calm. She looks like she’s at peace, she looks like he’s never seen her before. Caleb can’t help but be relieved. He didn’t realize how deep under his skin Nott’s gotten, but she’s here now, and he admits he’s happy to not be alone in his small little apartment.
His cat jumps up on the chair, sniffing at their newest addition.
“Be nice,” Caleb tells Frumpkin, a small smile on his face. “She’s our’s now.”
Frumpkin blinks and sinks his teeth in Nott’s leg.
The scream and howl that follows fills his apartment, and Caleb can’t help but think how happy he is to not be in silence.
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