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ofdusk · 9 months

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Celebrating TOA and the people who contribute to make our group what it is.

Repost, don't reblog. Only fill in what you feel comfortable sharing!

Happy anniversary, TOA! Here's to many more years spent together.

tagging: you.

Name: alina

Pronouns: they/she/he

Birthday (no year): octrober 4th

Where are you from? What is your time zone? georgia, EST !

Roleplay experience: since i was like? nine?

Got any pets? two dogs & my cat, melon!

Favorite time of year: spring or autumn

Some interests and things you like: cosplay, sleeping

Some funfacts & trivia about you: ive been wearing glasses since i was three :'D (my prescription is a +7.5 for those who Know)

What non-Fire Emblem games do you play? league of legends (sigh), devil may cry, hsr and (formerly) genshin, nier -- i've dabbled in a little bit of everything

Favorite Pokemon type & Pokemon: big flying enjoyer, but i like a lot of them. i also have a number of favs but my horsegirl years have left ponyta & rapidash with a very special place in my heart

How did you get into Fire Emblem? watched over someone's shoulder when i was an young child (i think they were playing POR..?) and now. well.

What Fire Emblem games have you played? i've played every game post awakening (+ sacstones), though i've read the scripts & watched playthroughs for fe4, 5, 6, 7, 11, & 12

First Fire Emblem game: that i played? honest to god i do not remember (probably awakening)

Favorite Fire Emblem game: narratively, genealogy, but my heart belongs to conquest

Any Fire Emblem crushes? girl i do Not want to talk about it we will be here all day

If you’ve played the following games, who was your first S support? - Awakening: chrom- Fates: azura...leo every time after tho- Three Houses: dimitri- Engage: diamant

Favorite Fire Emblem class: I FUCKIGN LOVE PEGASUS KNIGHTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If you were a Fire Emblem character, what would be your class? probably a bow knight... low stat growth archer that everyone benches by chpt 3

If you were a Three Houses character, what would be your affiliation? i live and die blue lions godbless

If you were an Engage character, which Emblem would you Engage with? take a guess man (corrin)

How did you find TOA? i was going through it and reaaaaaally missed rping so i just. took to twitter in search of fire emblem rp groups and... at six am.... i sent in a reserve......

Current TOA muses: f!corrin, lucina, and priscilla

Who was your first TOA muse? If you don’t have them anymore, could you see yourself picking them up again? probably the greatest outlier in all of my toa muse history, my first muse was sylvain! honest to god if i picked him up again i pray somebody would call in a wellness check for me LMFAO

Have you had any other TOA muses? i have written sylvain, rinea, eirika, ash, erinys, nyna, and tailtiu within toa so far (sobs)

Do you think you have a type of character you gravitate towards? women.

What do you believe you enjoy writing the most? i really enjoy writing complex relationship dynamics, and find i have the most fun picking apart the way a character's experiences shape their view and approach of other people

Favorite TOA-related memory: if i'm being completely honest, i don't think i could pick one. perhaps my very first arena when my team discussed a hypothetical grocery store trip between our muses for some reason (team ralf i love you)

Got any delusions that didn’t see the light of day in TOA that you’d like to share? :3

#tossing my hat into the ring or whatever #such a cute lil meme bwah

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istumpysk · 2 years

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Operation Stumpy Re-Read

ADWD: Reek II (Theon II) [Chapter 20]

Besides, where would he run to? Behind him were the camps, crowded with Dreadfort men and those the Ryswells had brought from the Rills, with the Barrowton host between them. South of Moat Cailin, another army was coming up the causeway, an army of Boltons and Freys marching beneath the banners of the Dreadfort.

I think it's a little concerning House Dustin always finds itself grouped with the Boltons, Freys, and Ryswells.

You do you, but I will not be putting my faith in Queen in the North Barbrey Dustin.

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He was no rider. He was not even a man. He was Lord Ramsay's creature, lower than a dog, a worm in human skin.

. . .

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"You will pretend to be a prince," Lord Ramsay told him last night, as Reek was soaking in a tub of scalding water, "but we know the truth. You're Reek. You'll always be Reek, no matter how sweet you smell. Your nose may lie to you. Remember your name. Remember who you are."

Why is this so funny?

"Daenerys. Remember the Undying. Remember who you are." - Daenerys II, ADWD

"Remember who you are, Daenerys," the stars whispered in a woman's voice. "The dragons know. Do you?" - Daenerys X, ADWD

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You will be tempted to betray me. To run or fight or join our foes. No, quiet, I'll not hear you deny it. Lie to me, and I'll take your tongue. A man would turn against me in your place, but we know what you are, don't we?

. . .

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When he looked up, he caught a glimpse of pale faces peering from behind the battlements of the Gatehouse Tower and through the broken masonry that crowned the Children's Tower, where legend said the children of the forest had once called down the hammer of the waters to break the lands of Westeros in two.

One point for the north seceding.

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The swampy ground beyond the causeway was impassable, an endless morass of suckholes, quicksands, and glistening green swards that looked solid to the unwary eye but turned to water the instant you trod upon them, the whole of it infested with venomous serpents and poisonous flowers and monstrous lizard lions with teeth like daggers. Just as dangerous were its people, seldom seen but always lurking, the swamp-dwellers, the frog-eaters, the mud-men. Fenn and Reed, Peat and Boggs, Cray and Quagg, Greengood and Blackmyre, those were the sorts of names they gave themselves. The ironborn called them all bog devils.

All of these houses are Team Stark. No further explanation required. Just trust me, bro.

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The guard rubbed his face, his eyes red and inflamed. "We used to drag the dead down into the cellars. All the vaults are flooded down there. No one wants to take the trouble now, so we just leave them where they fall."

"The cellar is a better place for them. Give them to the water. To the Drowned God."

Dead ironborn go to the water.

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"How many of the garrison are left?"

"Some," said the ironman. "I don't know. Fewer than we was before. Some in the Drunkard's Tower too, I think. Not the Children's Tower. Dagon Codd went over there a few days back. Only two men left alive, he said, and they was eating on the dead ones. He killed them both, if you can believe that."

Oh dear.

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Ralf Kenning lay shivering beneath a mountain of furs. His arms were stacked beside him—sword and axe, mail hauberk, iron warhelm. His shield bore the storm god's cloudy hand, lightning crackling from his fingers down to a raging sea, but the paint was discolored and peeling, the wood beneath starting to rot.

I think I'm confused. Why is the Storm God on his shield?

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Ralf was rotting too. Beneath the furs he was naked and feverish, his pale puffy flesh covered with weeping sores and scabs. His head was misshapen, one cheek grotesquely swollen, his neck so engorged with blood that it threatened to swallow his face. The arm on that same side was big as a log and crawling with white worms. No one had bathed him or shaved him for many days, from the look of him. One eye wept pus, and his beard was crusty with dried vomit. "What happened to him?" asked Reek.

[...]

"Kill him," Reek told the guard. "His wits are gone. He's full of blood and worms."

The man gaped at him. "The captain put him in command."

"You'd put a dying horse down."

[...]

"I will kill him for you." Reek snatched up Ralf Kenning's sword where it leaned against his shield. He still had fingers enough to clasp the hilt. When he laid the edge of the blade against the swollen throat of the creature on the straw, the skin split open in a gout of black blood and yellow pus. Kenning jerked violently, then lay still.

That might be one of the most disgusting things I've ever read.

The irony of Theon putting someone out of their misery is not lost on me.

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All the men were strangers to him. Several wore cloaks fastened by brooches in the shape of silver codfish. The Codds were not well regarded in the Iron Islands; the men were said to be thieves and cowards, the women wantons who bedded with their own fathers and brothers.

I would have ignored this if the word wanton wasn't used.

Edit: I missed an amusing detail.

Thank you, @decadelongsummer. 😂

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He gestured at the parchment. "Break the seal. Read the words. That is a safe conduct, written in Lord Ramsay's own hand. Give up your swords and come with me, and his lordship will feed you and give you leave to march unmolested to the Stony Shore and find a ship for home. Elsewise you die."

At no point does Theon acknowledge he's leading these men to their deaths.

And he definitely knows.

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"My uncle is never coming back," Reek told them. "The kingswood crowned his brother Euron, and the Crow's Eye has other wars to fight. You think my uncle values you? He doesn't. You are the ones he left behind to die. He scraped you off the same way he scrapes mud off his boots when he wades ashore."

And? He meant well, okay?

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"Lord Ramsay treats his captives honorably so long as they keep faith with him." He has only taken toes and fingers and that other thing, when he might have had my tongue, or peeled the skin off my legs from heel to thigh. "Yield up your swords to him, and you will live."

. . .

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One man took a swallow of ale. Another turned his cup over to wash away a finger of blood before it reached the place where he was seated. No one spoke. When the one-armed man slid the throwing axe back through his belt, Reek knew he had won. He almost felt a man again. Lord Ramsay will be pleased with me.

. . .

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He did well to send me, Reek told himself as he climbed back onto his stot to lead his ragged column back across the boggy ground to where the northmen were encamped.

Ongoing theme of Theon being sent on a mission with paper in hand.

Let's see if it happens a third time.

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"Leave your weapons here," he told the prisoners. "Swords, bows, daggers. Armed men will be slain on sight."

Reasonable request, but there's the first hint something is amiss.

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It took them thrice as long to cover the distance as it had taken Reek alone. Crude litters had been patched together for four of the men who could not walk; the fifth was carried by his son, upon his back. It made for slow going, and all the ironborn were well aware of how exposed they were, well within bowshot of the bog devils and their poisoned arrows. If I die, I die. Reek only prayed the archer knew his business, so death would be quick and clean. A man's death, not the end Ralf Kenning suffered.

When it comes to Theon and foreshadowing, I'm mostly looking for archery and an honourable death.

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The one-armed man walked at the head of the procession, limping heavily. His name, he said, was Adrack Humble, and he had a rock wife and three salt wives back on Great Wyk. "Three of the four had big bellies when we sailed," he boasted, "and Humbles run to twins. First thing I'll need to do when I get back is count up my new sons. Might be I'll even name one after you, m'lord."

Aye, name him Reek, he thought, and when he's bad you can cut his toes off and give him rats to eat. He turned his head and spat, and wondered if Ralf Kenning hadn't been the lucky one.

There's the second hint this is all going to hell.

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A light rain had begun to piss down out of the slate-grey sky by the time Lord Ramsay's camp appeared in front of them.

Third.

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The dogs swarmed around them, snapping and snarling at the strangers. The Bastard's girls, Reek thought, before he remembered that one must never, never, never use that word in Ramsay's presence.

Again, pretty apparent why Ramsay would constantly refer to Jon as 'bastard' in the pink letter.

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"So few. I had hoped for more. They were such stubborn foes." Lord Ramsay's pale eyes shone.

Final hint.

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"My lord," he said, "my place is here, with you. I'm your Reek. I only want to serve you. All I ask … a skin of wine, that would be reward enough for me … red wine, the strongest that you have, all the wine a man can drink …"

All Theon wants is to be blackout drunk when it starts.

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Lord Ramsay laughed. "You're not a man, Reek. You're just my creature. You'll have your wine, though. Walder, see to it. And fear not, I won't return you to the dungeons, you have my word as a Bolton. We'll make a dog of you instead. Meat every day, and I'll even leave you teeth enough to eat it. You can sleep beside my girls. Ben, do you have a collar for him?"

"I'll have one made, m'lord," said old Ben Bones.

The old man did better than that. That night, besides the collar, there was a ragged blanket too, and half a chicken. Reek had to fight the dogs for the meat, but it was the best meal he'd had since Winterfell.

Being a dog is somehow an upgrade.

I'm happy for you if you enjoy this POV, but I can't do it.

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And the wine … the wine was dark and sour, but strong. Squatting amongst the hounds, Reek drank until his head swam, retched, wiped his mouth, and drank some more. Afterward he lay back and closed his eyes. When he woke a dog was licking vomit from his beard, and dark clouds were scuttling across the face of a sickle moon. Somewhere in the night, men were screaming. He shoved the dog aside, rolled over, and went back to sleep.

Go to sleep, Theon.

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The flayed man of House Bolton was hoisted above the Gatehouse Tower, where Reek had hauled down the golden kraken of Pyke. Along the rotting-plank road, wooden stakes were driven deep into the boggy ground; there the corpses festered, red and dripping. Sixty-three, he knew, there are sixty-three of them. One was short half an arm. Another had a parchment shoved between its teeth, its wax seal still unbroken.

Do you have any idea how stupid you have to be to not connect Ramsay putting 63 ironborn on wooden stakes with Daenerys crucifying 163 men?

Is that a parallel Targs are comfortable with?

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Three days later, the vanguard of Roose Bolton's host threaded its way through the ruins and past the row of grisly sentinels—four hundred mounted Freys clad in blue and grey, their spearpoints glittering whenever the sun broke through the clouds.

[...]

The northmen followed hard behind the van, their tattered banners streaming in the wind. Reek watched them pass. Most were afoot, and there were so few of them. He remembered the great host that marched south with Young Wolf, beneath the direwolf of Winterfell. Twenty thousand swords and spears had gone off to war with Robb, or near enough to make no matter, but only two in ten were coming back, and most of those were Dreadfort men.

[...]

Farther back came the baggage train—lumbering wayns laden with provisions and loot taken in the war, and carts crowded with wounded men and cripples. And at the rear, more Freys. At least a thousand, maybe more: bowmen, spearmen, peasants armed with scythes and sharpened sticks, freeriders and mounted archers, and another hundred knights to stiffen them.

Number update!

House Bolton has 4000 men.

House Frey has 1500 (2000?) men in the north.

"Not for long. Bolton's bastard son will soon remove that little obstacle. Lord Bolton will have two thousand Freys to augment his own strength, under Lord Walder's sons Hosteen and Aenys. That should be more than enough to deal with Stannis and a few thousand broken men." - Jaime II, AFFC

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Two of old Lord Walder's sons led the van. One was brawny, with a massive jut of jaw and arms thick with muscle. The other had hungry eyes close-set above a pointed nose, a thin brown beard that did not quite conceal the weak chin beneath it, a bald head. Hosteen and Aenys. He remembered them from before he knew his name. Hosteen was a bull, slow to anger but implacable once roused, and by repute the fiercest fighter of Lord Walder's get. Aenys was older, crueler, and more clever—a commander, not a swordsman. Both were seasoned soldiers.

The clever commander will die.

The implacable one will lead the Freys against Stannis.

Strangely, Stannis smiled. "Angry foes do not concern me. Anger makes men stupid, and Hosteen Frey was stupid to begin with, if half of what I have heard of him is true. Let him come." - Theon I, TWOW

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Back where the press was thickest at the center of the column rode a man armored in dark grey plate over a quilted tunic of blood-red leather. His rondels were wrought in the shape of human heads, with open mouths that shrieked in agony. From his shoulders streamed a pink woolen cloak embroidered with droplets of blood. Long streamers of red silk fluttered from the top of his closed helm. No crannogman will slay Roose Bolton with a poisoned arrow, Reek thought when he first saw him. An enclosed wagon groaned along behind him, drawn by six heavy draft horses and defended by crossbowmen, front and rear. Curtains of dark blue velvet concealed the wagon's occupants from watching eyes.

[...]

When the rider in the dark armor removed his helm, however, the face beneath was not one that Reek knew. Ramsay's smile curdled at the sight, and anger flashed across his face. "What is this, some mockery?"

"Just caution," whispered Roose Bolton, as he emerged from behind the curtains of the enclosed wagon.

This is setting off an alarm or two.

A decoy disguised as Roose Bolton? Surely we'll be seeing this tactic again.

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The Lord of the Dreadfort did not have a strong likeness to his bastard son. His face was clean-shaved, smooth-skinned, ordinary, not handsome but not quite plain. Though Roose had been in battles, he bore no scars. Though well past forty, he was as yet unwrinkled, with scarce a line to tell of the passage of time. His lips were so thin that when he pressed them together they seemed to vanish altogether. There was an agelessness about him, a stillness; on Roose Bolton's face, rage and joy looked much the same. All he and Ramsay had in common were their eyes. His eyes are ice. Reek wondered if Roose Bolton ever cried. If so, do the tears feel cold upon his cheeks?

Once, a boy called Theon Greyjoy had enjoyed tweaking Bolton as they sat at council with Robb Stark, mocking his soft voice and making japes about leeches. He must have been mad. This is no man to jape with. You had only to look at Bolton to know that he had more cruelty in his pinky toe than all the Freys combined.

Someone on Reddit said Roose is neutral evil, while Ramsay is chaotic evil, and I think that's perfect.

Given how fleshed out (lol) Roose is in the books, many have speculated Ramsay took his storyline on the show. I have to disagree.

Roose and Tywin are similar for a reason. They made their beds (children), now they must lie in them.

"Tainted blood is ever treacherous, and Ramsay's nature was sly, greedy, and cruel. I count myself well rid of him. The trueborn sons my young wife has promised me would never have been safe while he lived." - Catelyn VI, ACOK

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"My new wife," Roose Bolton said. "Lady Walda, this is my natural son. Kiss your stepmother's hand, Ramsay." He did. "And I am sure you will recall the Lady Arya. Your betrothed."

The girl was slim, and taller than he remembered, but that was only to be expected. Girls grow fast at that age. Her dress was grey wool bordered with white satin; over it she wore an ermine cloak clasped with a silver wolf's head. Dark brown hair fell halfway down her back. And her eyes …

That is not Lord Eddard's daughter.

Arya had her father's eyes, the grey eyes of the Starks. A girl her age might let her hair grow long, add inches to her height, see her chest fill out, but she could not change the color of her eyes. That's Sansa's little friend, the steward's girl. Jeyne, that was her name. Jeyne Poole.

Theon knowing Arya resembles Ned instantly shatters the illusion.

You have to wonder if someone will recognize Sansa because they're familiar with Catelyn Stark. I can think of a few good candidates.

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"Lord Ramsay." The girl dipped down before him. That was wrong as well. The real Arya Stark would have spat into his face. "I pray that I will make you a good wife and give you strong sons to follow after you."

"That you will," promised Ramsay, "and soon."

Final thoughts:

I'm already losing track of everything. I think I need to start a Grand Northern Conspiracy spreadsheet.

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#operation stumpy re-read #adwd #reek ii #theon ii

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corrodedcoughin · 1 year

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I want a fic where Steve figures out what bisexuality is with nancy not when they're together but he's helping her actually study journalism and terms that are frequently used and they have to cover it due the relevancy with celebrities and it stands out so they end up looking into it for a moment

Then instead of the rv conversation that happens I want

" Nancy, do you remember that thing we learned about when I was helping you study journalism terms"

"I do Steve, is there something your trying to tell me"

" yes"

" Oh Steve that's wonderful"

And everyone else is like what the fuck is happening

Then Steve goes "Robin I may have had a Muppet moment"

And Robin is suddenly paying attention

And everyone else is very confused but these two girls who are Steve's best freinds are there encouraging him

I love when fics have Robin and Steve have important meeting in a bathroom

Anyways they deserve to be weird

-✏️

A MUPPET MOMENT!!!!! YES!!!

Oh steve deserves his muppet moment. Steve, Robin and Nancy all agree to start using the name 'Rowlf' (rowlf is a dog in the muppets with curly brown fur thank you) when talking about Eddie so that he doesn’t know that they are actually talking about Steve having a crush/be pathetically in pining love with Eddie without fear of Eddie walking in and hearing him (only it backfires and Eddie thinks theres a guy called Ralf that Steve is in love with and miscommunication etc etc resulting in Eddie wishing Steve a happy future with Ralf and Steve panicking because he thinks he's been found out but Eddie looks sad?? Nancy comes to the rescue though becuase of course she does)

I love the thought of Nancy, Robin and Steve just doing things together and it not being a big deal.

#sorry for the delay in answering my guy!!!!#I love Steve Nancy friendship ESPECIALLY when she doesn’t take his shit #✏️

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princemick · 10 months

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No we didn’t a roscoe fashion line

oh my god, okay, its obivously beautiful n im thinking there's just a whole fashion line of lil dog sweaters in purple n green n then one human sweater thats like the ralf lauren bear but its a knitted roscoe instead

#kyle.answers #fa.au

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grussell63 · 2 years

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not a ralf schumacher fan but him bringing his dog to work with him is so real of him

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leqclerc · 2 years

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I don't think that it would be worse with Mick he doesn't have big sponsors (also Mick the driver is nowhere near Charles at the moment). And Binotto the person prefers Charles, Piero Ferrari prefers Charles, hell even the Elkanns prefer Charles. And is pretty obvious when you listen to what they say and don't say.

Realistically the only reason Carlos isn't "demoted" to a number 2 this season are his sponsors and the pressure they put on the team. And maybe Sainz Sr. Being willing and ready to use the press like he did back at TR when they were planting rumours about Max to other teams to make RB distrust Max.

Yeah, this? Mick generally seems more chill and willing to work with the team/his teammate. If there was a clear pace/performance difference I don't think he'd be playing games like what we're seeing atm. I do also think management/top dogs generally back Charles or prefer him or whatever, but that only makes the current situation that much more frustrating to grasp. They should have enough authority and control to get their house in order and call a spade a spade, yet they're dragging their feet and putting on this clown show, allegedly because of the pressure on the Spanish side of things.

So, yeah, I think we underestimated (I know I did) how much influence they could exert behind the scenes. I think it was easy to get complacent because last year Ferrari were fighting for, like, P3 in the constructors' at most, and so the spotlight wasn't really on them as much. For those who did pay attention some questionable behaviour from Carlos was starting to show, but the team did use team orders on occasion and then whatever drama sprung up fizzled out pretty quickly so it was whatever. But then this year Santander joined and in hindsight that should've been a massive red flag.

And yeah, not unthinkable that Sr. is tight with the press and possibly doing some lobbying on his son's behalf behind the scenes. Not anything we can "prove" with any certainty, other than the fact that he's sure been around a lot and Carlos's family is generally very involved in his career (I mean, his own cousin is his manager, so.) I also underestimated the tribalism of the Spanish press. That recent article is just batshit crazy, and if that's an indication of the general consensus over there then holy shit. I know the German media has some bad eggs - including Ralf - but idk how much influence they realistically would have. I mean, we have a German 4x WDC on the grid, we have a Schumacher on the grid, but we haven't had a German GP since 2020, and that one was mostly a fluke because they were stuck for locations given the pandemic restrictions at the time. The Spanish GP, meanwhile, is pretty safe in its spot on the calendar, despite the fact that most fans generally consider it to be one of the more boring races/tracks on the grid. Then you've got Madrid piping up that they're interested in hosting a GP... Not to say drivers have an influence on the GPs being hosted in their countries, but it does show Spain and Spanish officials and media and sponsors are very interested in their drivers and preserving Spanish races, so it's not unlikely that they also have more influence and by extension can exert more pressure.

#replies #anonymous #discussions and predictions

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fragmentsdecuticule · 2 years

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Must read: Rotten Days in Late Summer by Ralf Webb.

"The mind is a golden animal, made of porcelain. It sits in bits and pieces at the bottom."

Ralf Webb (via instagram) about Rotten Days in Late Summer: Inside are poems about grief, care & mourning; mental health & masculinity; work and class; the West Country; love & desire; trees; dogs; dogging; sunflowers; suns; foxes; foxgloves; limbs; self-harm & self-expression; horses & horseshoes; UFOs; sickness & shame; fear & reconciliation; haze; summer; hope.

#poetry #literature #ralf webb

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misiwrites · 1 year

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4KINGDOMS RE-READ ADVENTURE part 4

Chapter 13: takao's obsession with kai Begins

finally! a longer takao chapter! chorus of angels sings

this entire fic is just takao going SO EVERYONE DECIDED I WAS UNRELIABLE AND STUPID AGAIN. FUCK THEM BUT MAYBE THEY ARE RIGHT. ALSO RALF SUCKS and i'm dead and dyinhg

i mean

But I did let Ralf follow me around like a dog, because that’s what he’s supposed to do, and he didn't annoy me so much when I mostly just ignored him. I knew that he was just doing his job. Poor Ralf and his boring life.

very cute that takao is envious of max. oh you just wait.

casual drop about volkov's existence 70 chapters before he makes an appearance in the story

oh hey look mihael makes his first appearance. i'm thinking of going back and changing his name to miguel in this fic for stupid canon naming reasons. anyway funny that takao is thinking he'd want miguel to be his knight instead. again with the ralf dissing. it's a 24/7 roast over in cherrywood castle

literally used the words "euphoric hurry" when takao receives his first ever message from kai. boy. you kinda gay let's be honest here

Chapter 14: rei's magic explodes on his face. olivier laughs at him

aaaand we are back to rei. and he's just gushing about talking to max

excuse me wait

There was an ancient Western folk legend about the gem of Byakko having been broken once in the past and causing a storm so massive that it wiped out the entire capital, which was then re-built from metal into its current form.

well i didn't remember that but a cool nod to metal being his secondary element without him realising. i do smart things sometimes

also the first time talking about rei's meditation, man reading these is really kind of a blast. i can't even explain. it's so like, obvious to me that of course byakko-ou rei meditates to practise magic every day, that's such a core aspect of his character. this is so cute somehow idk. but i don't think my initial idea was that 70 chapters later he still hasn't fucking summoned byakko (spoiler, he'll get there eventually)

here's a really kind of excellent line i've written of max here, line that i like alert

It was strange how he looked so much younger than me but was far more knowledgeable and competent in many ways. He did have his naïve side, born from being pampered by his parents in a loving home, but that naïvety didn't equal stupidity. Rather, it showcased in Max as innocent daring, occasional spontaneous mischievousness, and infinite enthusiasm for life, none of which overshadowed his intelligence.

yes that's it. that's the max. thanks for summarising, 4kingdoms rei who hardly knows him

max is sooo upset to hear that rei's not allowed to leave the palace because of the purification rite. he just wanted to see rei again. cute. AND THEN REI STARTS CRYING AFTER ADMITTING HE CAN'T LEAVE oh no how cute is this for real

this is a long chapter. would have chopped in half if i wrote it now

olivier the rude fuck laughs to rei's face when his magic blows up on him. i forgot about this too

oh mathilda is mentioned here. i see this is where i thought of adding the barthez team to the mix

i forgot myself for a bit what this chapter actually is and was wondering like why do i have this fucking long nonsense garbage about rei just doing random shit and it goes on and on and OH MAX APPEARS AT TIGER MAPLE AT THE END I SEE HOW IT IS i just wanted to drag it out for the surprise ending of him getting Epic Glomp'd

Chapter 15: max crashes rei's house uninvited

so max goes on to describe tiger maple and you guess right. i had completely forgotten everything he said about it. so apparently tiger maple is full of those ugly asian feline statues that have stupid weird faces. noted

this

Rei’s pointy ears jumped a little, like a startled animal’s.

his ears. his ears jump? rei's ears jump???

okay this is just one of those chapters with several funny as fuck lines.

I pressed a hand against my mouth, trying not to laugh at their weirdly haughty bickering. Rei was a terrible liar, and Olivier’s voice was seeping with sarcasm and I wasn’t too sure if Rei even realised that.

max commenting on rei's teeth being bigger than his. because rei's got fangs. and rei laughs like MY TEETH ARE BIG BUT NOT SWEET and max is like oh they're pretty sweet alright [because you're so hot] i'm. yeah this is

sorry i got nothing else to say about this chapter but share some quotes but this one, also a thoroughly fantastic exchange:

“That wouldn't work,” Rei said with a smirk, “they’d all faint as soon as they saw Byakko. I wouldn’t want them to collapse on the streets like a row of Tien Gow tiles…”

“Okay then, I have a better idea – you should ride a bike around the city, just a normal bike, imagine that… Their worshipped Byakko-ou, casually on a bicycle… Or a tricycle, if you can't ride a bike. That would turn some heads. And eventually you’ll be just like Takao, just casually going around and everyone thinks ‘oh, there goes the king’!”

It was hard to imagine Rei on a bicycle, and the thought made both of us laugh.

i feel very vain talkign about my own writing like this but this is 4+ years old i'm allowed to like it. i have no idea what tien gow is. also max sort of implying there he thinks (or knows.) that rei can't ride a bike

i'm kinda. like. this is the 15th chapter of this story and max is already talking really affectionately about rei and about wanting to hug him some more and all. and. well. i'm at 80+ chapters now and they absolutely are not together yet. i feel a bit bad

sorry but this is some real cheesy gooey. cutenes. overload. thing

“[…] Rei, I'll always be behind you – we kings should stick together. I don't know if there's anything I can do to help Takao or Kai, but at least I'm here for you, and I believe in you. And I’m sure Takao does too. And, well, Kai… He’s a tougher cookie to crack, but maybe he’ll join us one day.”

Rei's golden eyes were really shining at me, brighter than any of those gaudy trinkets of his palace. His eyes were such a warm and graceful colour when he smiled.

geez! what the fuck i love the way i write these two. what do you mean that's obvious because i'm the one who wrote this and this is my OTP

Chapter 16: an ant-sized chapter whose only point is to slide in a mention of the mysterious extra tunnel in the west. unlimited exposition machine works

i swr to god i thought it would be more takao now but no. okay i can maybe see why people lose their shit as this fic being more of a reimax. but look………. later it evens out

all i have to say about this chapter is: what? so rei knew his element was metal all along? then what did i write a chapter of max telling him that for. this is bullshit i'm changing this. actually no i'm not because it's too fucking funny that apparently totoro exists in 4kingdoms west

rei is already dramatically going "i miss him….." thinking about max, you have no idea what kind of slow burn hell machine you have been squeezed into, boy.

Chapter 17: takao gets facetimed by hiwatari motherfucking souichirou

max is such a little hypocrite asshole, humblebragging about sneaking into rei's house in secret and then he's like OH BUT TAKAO DON'T YOU GO TRYING THE SAME THING BECAUSE YOU'RE NOT AWESOME AND FREE LIKE ME. and takao is like. i didn't even think of it. but now that you fed the idea to me,

souichirou fucking. being like "i'd like to send kai off to learn manners and improve his nonexistent social skills" BRUTAL BUT TRUE

then takao starts this never-ending cycle of lies because gramps lied to him first. i'm glad he's not above this kind of pettiness

so takao schemes how to get kai to come to cherrywood and he's like…. perhaps this is kind of abusive towards kai though? but i want him so much, so it's fine! hmm. takao. and then he even goes

There was the fact that Kai’d told me not to get involved with him. He would probably be pissed off about this. Probably sulk for a while the way he did back in the North. But I had a good gut feeling that things would turn out fine in the end. There was this weird sort of power inevitably pulling me towards Kai, and perhaps it was a sixth sense of my own that told me that he also felt the same pull towards me.

i. TAKAO!!! THAT'S JUST CALLED LIKING SOMEONE

#i read my own fic and die while at it #4kingdoms stuff

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Meet the Grid Day 19/21: Mick Schumacher! The dog dad and son of a legend who, despite his middle name, is blazing his own trail. 👦

Alt text and sources below the cut!

Alt text: Two informational graphics about racing driver Mick Schumacher. The background/border is a blue-tinted photo of him driving in a Formula 1 race. A red overlay is semi-opaque on top, overlaid with deep blue and white text and colorful images.

Image 1 reads “Mick Schumacher, #47, MSC” next to a headshot of him with a blue cap and blond boy emoji, his signature, and the Haas logo, then “About: Born Mick Junior Schumacher on March 22, 1999 (Age 23, Aries) in Vufflens-le-Château, Switzerland (Races under the German flag). Son of Formula 1 legend and 7x WDC winner Michael Schumacher who started karting at 9 years old under his mother’s maiden name, Betsch, to avoid attention for his surname, and later won both Formula 3 and Formula 2. 2022 teammate: Kevin Magnussen at Haas (Teammates for 1 season).” Next to this text is a Swiss flag emoji, a German flag emoji, a map of where he’s from in Switzerland, a photo of young Mick being hugged by his dad, and a photo of present-day Mick and Kevin.

Image 2 reads “Facts and Stats: Schumacher's racing hero has always been his father. Many other members of his family are also racers, including his uncle Ralf and cousin David. He has one pet, a dog, an Australian Shepherd named Angie. F1 career: 0 podiums, 0 poles, 0 wins, 12 points, and 34 starts. 2022 so far: 0 podiums, 0 poles, 0 wins, and 12 points (15th in WDC). Future plans: Uncertain, as his contract with Haas ends in 2022, and he has not signed anywhere else.” Next to this text is a photo of Michael Schumacher, a red racecar emoji, a photo of Mick and Angie, a white question-mark emoji, and the (updated) 2022 Haas livery.

Biographical information and racing records from Wikipedia (Double-checked for accuracy, but if you notice anything wrong, let me know!)

Additional race stats from statsf1.com

Source for Mick’s middle name being “Junior” (yes, this is real) from Haas F1 Team on YouTube (and the subsequent article on Essentially Sports)

Source for Mick choosing to race under his mother’s maiden name from Sports Illustrated FanNation

One of the many times Mick has mentioned his dad being his biggest racing hero, from Formula 1

Source mentioning his dog, Angie, from Formula 2

Source discussing Schumacher’s current contract debacle with Haas from Crash, as well as a source indicating he will likely leave Haas, as per Motorsport’s Adam Cooper via SportsNaut

Image credits:

Background image from Sergey Omelchenko on Unsplash

Official headshot, Haas logo (via Wikimedia), and livery photo (via Twitter) from Haas F1 Team

Various emoji from Apple/iOS, downloaded from Emojipedia

Signature vector from Wikipedia

Switzerland map/outline from PNGWing

Young Mick and Michael photo from PA: Press Association via The Sun (Content warning for mentions of Michael’s accident; also, The Sun’s just generally awful, so find your news elsewhere please.)

Schumacher/Magnussen photo from Haas on Twitter

Michael Schumacher photo from RacingNews365 (Couldn’t find the exact source as it just links back to this page, sorry.)

Angie and Mick photo from Mick Schumacher on Instagram (Please look at every photo in this post! It’s very important. 🐶)

Other graphics from Canva

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#mine #my edits #mick schumacher #f1 #formula 1

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