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clarisse la rue x reader — percy jackson and the olympians
[fem!daughter of apollo reader]
[part 2 to the trees]
summary: clarisse is being weirdly standoffish, and you’re not one to cave to that, no matter how much you like her. and no matter how things go, you still have to get your weapons from the forest.
warnings: swearing, arguing, fighting, monsters, PINING BUT THEYRE IDIOTS, everyone’s so mad at each other rn, kissing (AHHHH), canon typical violence, again probably slightly ooc clarisse but hey i love her anyway
word count: 3.2k
(uhhh so this is probably not what anyone was expecting for part two but this is how i alway a planned it, so here it is!! tag list in reblogs and also thank you for the love on the trees! i love you all so much <3 and i’d die for you just like clarisse and this dumb bitch here would die for each other)
(this is much more enemies to lovers than the first one btw so have fun)
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the day after capture the flag was always a little tense. of course it was. half the camp had just lost, and not many people at camp were good losers, especially not those who got their butts kicked.
this time, though, there was a new level of tension in the air.
ares kids didn’t often run the flag over the line themselves, and those who did were crowing about it at breakfast, then all morning too.
curiously, clarisse wasn’t. she was eating in silence, picking through her eggs like she was searching for something.
you’d never seen her like that before. no one had. but, it seemed you were the only person to notice. you always were, and you were okay with that.
your brother nudged your arm and shot you a questioning look, but you brushed him off with a smile.
why was clarisse so down? she’d won. what did she have to be upset about? was she mad at you? did you do something to piss her off in the tree? she hadn’t seemed exactly happy when she left.
stuck in your thoughts, you didn’t realise she’d met your eyes until your brother elbowed you.
“ow! what do you want?” you snapped, rubbing your rib cage tenderly.
“clarisse is staring at you,” he said with wide eyes. “dude… what did you do?”
“nothing,” you scoffed and stood up, taking your empty plate to the stack of dirty dishes, trying—and failing—to not look at clarisse as you left.
“y/n, wait up!”
you slowed down for sam as he jogged to catch up to you. there was a newfound bitterness in your mouth when you saw him. you’d never liked him, not like he’d liked you, but you’d never felt like you wanted to be away from him. not like you did in that moment then. but where would you go? to clarisse? yeah, right, she’d laugh in your face, regardless of whatever happened—or might have happened—in that tree.
“what’s up?” you asked. you couldn’t help your voice being drier than usual.
“just wanted to see how those arrows did you? were they good? i can make some more, if you want.” he looked almost eager to do so.
you smiled kindly. he really was sweet. “they were great, thanks, sam. best arrows i’ve ever used, even if i didn’t get too much of a chance to use them.” your steps faltered. “i did leave one in the forest though. i’ll have to get that later.”
your eyes locked on clarisse as she walked towards you down the path. two of her siblings were behind her, laughing, but she wasn’t. in fact, her jaw was set tight and she was glaring. at sam.
“i could come with you?” he suggested. “watch your back. keep you safe, you know?”
clarisse scoffed as she passed. “she doesn’t need you to keep her safe, tool-box.”
that was a little mean. sure, sam carried his tool-box everywhere, but you never know what might need to be fixed! despite yourself, you had to hold in a laugh. your eyes were alight with amusement as you locked gaze with clarisse.
she looked proud of herself, a jaunty grin on her lips. you couldn’t help your gaze dropping to them briefly. she smiled wider. it was infuriating. she now knew what her effect on you was, and she was using it.
“if she needed someone to protect her, she’d come to me, right, angel?” she tilted her head.
your mouth was infuriatingly dry. you nodded. “uh—“
“whatever,” sam snapped. “come on, y/n. let’s go.”
you kind of wanted to stay, but his grip on your arm didn’t leave any room for an argument. you trailed after him as he left, glancing over your shoulder just in time to see clarisse’s face darken with anger.
“angel?” sam scoffed. “who does she think she is?”
“uh…”
“whatever. gods, she’s just so—“ he turned and faced you, almost causing you to bump into his chest. you’d never seen him so intense before. “stay away from her, y/n. seriously. she’s bad news.”
“she’s nice to me,” you protested.
“she’s not nice to anyone. don’t be naive.” he turned on his heel and started to walk away, then turned back, his face softer. “come on. do you want to learn how to weld? you said you did last week.”
did you? you didn’t remember that. but you did vaguely remember a conversation with sam that you spent zoned out and staring at clarisse as she trained, so that was probably it. “oh, no… i have to… train…”
he looked disappointed, but nodded. “okay, that’s cool. maybe another day. or maybe, we can… go for a walk together? or even have lunch on the beach?”
you nodded absently. “maybe.”
“great, it’s a date!”
you frowned. “it’s a what?”
he looked happier than you’d ever seen him. he even kissed your cheek before walking off, a new spring in his step. you stood there for a moment, eyes wide, wondering what the hell just happened. then you heard a scoff from behind you.
when you turned around, clarisse was walking away.
“clarisse,” you said softly, jogging after her. “clarisse, wait!”
“go hang out with your boyfriend, l/n.” she snapped, her arms crossed as she walked. “he’s probably waiting for you so you two can make out in that sweaty little sex dungeon they call a workshop.”
your eyebrows shot up. “okay, first of all, i’m pretty sure it is actually a workshop, and second of all, he’s still not my boyfriend!”
she scoffed again but didn’t answer, stomping up the steps to the ares cabin and stopping at the top, looking down at you.
you felt small under her gaze, but you didn’t back down.
“what are you doing here?” she asked after a moment.
“you said i could come get a new dagger,”you said.
she rolled her eyes and leaned on the porch railing. “and?”
you frowned, looking up at her. “and… i’m here to get one?”
she regarded you for a few seconds in silence, then, just as she was about to speak, a new voice called out.
“clarisse, are you giving out girlfriend privileges already?” one of her brothers, marcus, you thought, stepped into the doorway of the cabin and peered around her to look at you. he looked like a stereotypical son of ares: buff, tall and mean. “that’s cute.” he continued, looking at you like you were an animal in a zoo.
“she’s not my girlfriend,” she scoffed like it was the most ridiculous thing in the world.
well, that hurt.
“yeah, we’re just—“
“we’re not even friends,” she added hurriedly, not even looking at you. “she just thinks she’s special.”
your jaw clenched. that really hurt. “i don’t think i’m special,” you snapped. “i think i want you to honour your word from yesterday or go and get my dagger out of the forest for me.”
“not my fault you forgot your dagger,” she studied her nails nonchalantly.
“but if you hadn’t thrown my dagger out of a tree and tossed my new arrow aside like it was trash then i wouldn’t have forgotten. and maybe if you hadn’t leaned in like you were about to kiss me, maybe i wouldn’t have forgotten either.” your gaze was as sharp as hers was, meeting in the middle with fire and lightning crackling between you.
she stepped forward, face to face with you. for a second, you thought she’d punch you, but you didn’t back down.
then she laughed. it wasn’t at all like her laugh in the tree the day before. this was her cold, cruel laugh that she usually saved for her victims. with a start, you realised that’s what you were: another victim of clarisse la rue. your heart broke for a split second before you pulled yourself together and straightened your back, meeting her eyes.
“kiss you?” she snickered. “get your head out of your ass, angel, you’re not all that because you can shoot a bow and climb a tree.”
you stepped closer to her, so you were right up in her face. “and you’re not all that because you scare away everyone who cares about you, just because your daddy’s a little mean. you don’t need to be a bitch about everything.”
you regretted it instantly. you’d gone too far. you knew that.
her face dropped and a hurt look flashed through her eyes, but it died as soon as it came to life.
you stepped back and turned, marching away.
“where are you going?” she called after you. “we’re not finished here!”
“you have something else to say to me, clarisse, you come find me!” you shot back, your voice hard. you didn’t start arguments often, but goddamn did you finish them.
you stomped into the forest, determined to find your dagger and arrow so you could prove to both clarisse and sam that you were capable of more than just shooting arrows from trees and running away from fights.
it was darker today. the clouds that covered camp half-blood permeated through the forest, leaving a heavy weight suspended among the trees. the air felt thicker, even, and the birdsong seemed quieter than usual. was there something around? something hanging in the air, waiting to attack you? drag your body back to camp and leave it on clarisse’s doorstep like a cat bringing in a dead bird?
or was your fear just because you were alone instead of with the rest of camp.
whatever it was, it put you on edge.
there was a clicking sound behind you, like someone was cracking a joint, but when you turned, no one was there. you weren’t foolish enough to call out.
you could feel a chill going down your spine, and that’s when you knew: the first shoe had dropped.
your eyelids fluttered and you nearly dropped to the ground, but you leaned heavily against a tree to catch yourself. typical. go out on your own, thinking you can take care of yourself and you get hit with a premonition. how’s that for fate?
you let the feeling wash over you; the pure panic of the near future and the warm grip of a hand on your wrist, like someone was pulling you along.
the future was not looking promising.
there was another clicking sound behind you as you finally managed to straighten up, much closer this time.
you turned around.
the bushes were rustling.
you suddenly realised what that clicking sound was.
mandibles.
two ants the size of german shepherds burst through the foliage. myrmeke.
there was the other shoe, dropping real hard.
“shit!” you stumbled backward, reaching for a weapon. you had no weapon. “double shit!”
you turned and ran.
the ants were fucking fast. they could have caught up to you if you weren’t so agile, turning and springing off in different directions every few steps, sending them careening into trees and rocks. that was the only thing keeping you alive.
where even were you? you didn’t recognise this area. hopefully you weren’t running directly for their anthill. that would be a real twist of fate.
then you burst into a new area, this one with a large tree—a large tree that you recognised.
“yes!” you exclaimed, dashing for the trunk. you found your dagger easily, then your discarded arrow too. you didn’t know what good they’d do against the myrmeke, considering that their shells were as hard as armour and, while force was good in some cases, you had to admit that sharpness may have helped you against them.
you couldn’t run anymore. your screaming lungs told you that. you couldn’t climb either. the ants could climb better than you and you’d be a sitting duck up there, no matter how high you went. but maybe, just maybe, you could hold them off until they got bored or someone realised you were missing.
it wasn’t easy, but you managed to deflect and dodge the myrmeke’s attacks. they were fast, but you were faster. you even managed a swipe at one of their legs as you rolled past, but all it did was leave a tiny chink in its armour.
you were beginning to lose hope.
honestly, what you wouldn’t give for a spear right now. your blunt dagger and slim arrow were about as good as a toothpick against these monsters.
just as you were backed against the tree that you’d once found a safe haven, you heard a battle cry. you could have sobbed from relief, but instead, as the spear-wielding figure landed on top of one of the ants, driving her weapon into the gap between its armoured plates, you took your opportunity to stab your arrow with as much force as you could into the other ant’s gaping mouth, slipping it precisely between its mandibles and, hopefully, into its brain.
it jerked back in pain and screeched, the sound making your ears ring, but it didn’t die. instead, it looked rightfully pissed off, and now it had an arrow sticking from its mouth.
as your saviour pulled her spear from the ants back, a warm, brown liquid sprayed on you. it smelled like ants always did after you crushed them, just a million times worse. you wondered if this was revenge for all the ants you’d murdered in your life.
“gross!” you exclaimed, wiping it off your face.
“grow up, bows, we gotta go!” clarisse. your saviour was clarisse. of course.
just as you were about to protest, two more myrmeke crept out of the forest towards you.
she gripped your wrist, right where that warmth was in your premonition, and dragged you away, making you drop your dagger in the rush.
“i dropped my—“
“save it!” she snapped, pulling you along.
the desperation in her voice kicked you into gear and you started running faster, alongside her now.
you didn’t use the same tactics as before. instead of dodging, you just ran as fast as you could and prayed that the myrmeke would be slower. clarisse seemed to know where she was going, at least.
“you’re such an idiot!” clarisse yelled as they ran.
“we’re doing this now?” you panted incredulously.
“you could have died!”
“we’ll both die if you don’t stop yelling at me!”
finally, gloriously, you breached the edge of the forest and stepped into camp. the myrmeke wouldn’t follow you there.
you dropped to you knees, panting and staring into the forest. clarisse was standing in front of you, her spear ready, just in case.
you’d stepped into a quiet part of camp up behind the amphitheatre, so there was no one around to see you, and no one around to help you. you had a feeling that if the myrmeke didn’t kill you, clarisse wouldn’t hesitate.
once it was clear that they weren’t following, she rounded on you.
you were still on your knees, your legs too tired and shaky with adrenaline to stand, but she didn’t seem to care.
“what were you thinking, going in on your own?” she snapped.
“well i wasn’t expecting to get attacked by killer ants within the camp’s borders!” you protested.
“everyone knows they’re there.”
“i forgot, okay? i’m not perfect.”
“oh, i know.” she rolled her eyes.
“gods, would you just fuck off?” you finally stood up, face to face with her. “you’re horrible sometimes, you know that? i can’t believe i’ve defended you.”
“i don’t need your defending.”
“and i don’t need your help!”
“you would have died!” she yelled, emphasising every word.
“but i didn’t!” you shouted back.
she rolled her eyes and stepped closer, anger practically radiating off her. “yeah, thanks to me. you’d be dead if i hadn’t followed you in there—“
“why did you follow me?” you asked suddenly, voice harsh.
“what?”
“why did you follow me?” you asked again, slower. “i didn’t ask you to look after me, clarisse.”
there it was again. that slightly relaxation of her shoulders when you said her name. it drove you nuts. you didn’t know if you wanted to kiss her for hours or throw her to the myrmeke.
she tensed up again and turned to leave. “whatever. i’m done here.”
“i’m not!” you gripped her shoulder and pulled her back around. to your surprise, she didn’t pull a weapon on you. “why did you follow me, clarisse? was it the same reason that you were flirting with me yesterday? and why you’re so protective of me? and why you hate sam?”
“i wasn’t flirting with you,” she grumbled. “and i hate sam for… personal reasons. and i’m not protective of you! why would you even think that?”
“that’s all bullshit and you know it,” you sneered.
“gods, you aggravate me!” she exclaimed.
“you didn’t have to come help me,” you scoffed, stepping back. “i didn’t ask for your help.”
“and i didn’t want to help you!”
“then why did you? huh? you could handle not winning a fight? you wanted to finish the argument on your terms?” your eyebrows were raised and your face was cold. “or were you gonna beat me up but the giant killer ants got to me first?”
she looked like she was about to explode with anger. “because i love you!”
the air escaped from your lungs in one sharp moment, and it looked like hers did the same thing.
“what?” you asked, your voice softer.
it was silent. she looked like she was trying to find something to say, but couldn’t. her mouth opened and closed weakly, and she shook her head, lips pressed together. you wanted to kiss her.
so you did.
she tensed up as your hands came to her waist, pulling her body and lips against yours hard. then, finally, she relaxed. she dropped her spear at your feet and raised her hands to your hair, threading her fingers through the strands. she was a softer kisser than you’d expected, but it was definitely her. it was all her. the tug on your hair, the underlying, undeniable harshness of the kiss, the spear that rested against your foot. it was perfectly clarisse. you could have kissed her until the sun went down and the ants came and carried you both to their anthill, and if you stayed kissing her like this, you wouldn’t even mind.
when, finally, you pulled away, you were both breathing heavily. all of the tension from the fight hid dissipated, leaving only a warm sparkling in the air, like a mirage around her face in the sunlight. maybe that was a sign? or a vision? whatever it was, it was heaven-sent.
she was smiling. she looked softer like this. gods, you loved it. it felt like fate, and you knew a lot about fate. fate was fickle. fate was cruel. fate brought you the arguments, the myrmeke, the terror. but fate also brought you this. this girl who was glowing in the sun like she was made of pure rays of light. the girl with a spear that she laid down at your feet and would save you barehanded if you asked. the girl who had sunk into your arms like she was made to be there.
“do you think i can get that new dagger now?” you asked cheekily, playing with the hem of her camp shirt. “i mean, i have girlfriend privileges now, right, babe?”
clarisse rolled her eyes, but she was still smiling. “shut up, devil.”
“ooh, devil. that’s new,” you teased. “i like it. it’s apt.”
“it sure is.” she looked down. “i’m… sorry, by the way.”
“me too,” you nodded. “i didn’t really mean any of that, you know?”
“‘cause you like me,” she said in a teasing voice.
“yeah, ‘cause i like you, or whatever.” you kissed her again, smiling against her lips. “and i know you like me too, because you so did nearly kiss me in that tree yesterday.”
she shrugged. “maybe. maybe not. guess we’ll never know.”
you found out at the next capture the flag game. and the next. and the next. she would go out of her way to find you, defeat you, then kiss you before running off to win the games. and honestly, you didn’t really mind.
fate was a fickle thing, but with clarisse by your side, no one could touch you. sam left you alone, people started treating you better, and you had everything you could ask for. her.
and whenever you two argued, you’d go into the woods together and kill some ants. after all, what says ‘couple’s bonding’ quite like murder?
#clarisse la rue#clarisse la rue x reader#clarisse la rue x y/n#clarisse la rue x you#pjo#pjo tv show#pjo x reader#percy jackson#percy jackon and the olympians#dior goodjohn
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We already know that Cellbit isn't going to do QSMP live yet, Baghera said that she doesn't plan to do QSMP live this week either, and apparently neither does Foolish… (I still need that confirmation from him). If they're cooking together, it has the potential to be epic. I want Tina to join them too, I know there are a lot of people who haven't reached the boat. Some of them don't do RP, but others can do a lot…
We will also have (Tomorrow) a special live from QSMP probably showing Richarlyson, maybe it's his point of view, we don't know yet… I think those who stayed on the island will be able to find more surviving eggs, maybe.
BTW,Philza wanting to build a memorial for the BOLAS on the island is lovely, I hope our father Crow gets his wings back.
#qsmp#qsmp brasil#qsmpbr#qsmp cellbit#qsmp lore#qsmp purgatory#qsmp foolish#qsmp baghera#qsmp philza#qsmp richarlyson#qsmp eggs#qsmp tina
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Family theory ⬇️
i'm abt to present the most controversial theory ever/j it's just a silly one xD (beware tis long)
as far as we know, xipe themselves descend on the charmony festival. but does this hymn insinuates that multiple faces descend instead of the entirety of xipe? let's first see the content of this hymn:
it starts by talking abt dominicus as a manifestation of xipe, dominicus means sunday, this could be further supported by the many mentions of law and authority as sunday is shown to be orderly, methodical and obessesive compulsive. "the gazillions of old laws have all faded" i suppose that could be ena which makes sunday even more connected to them.
constantina is the second manifestation who is a singer. who else is a probable emenator of harmony and is a singer?
from the collectible cards found in penacony, robin's says the following "Surrounded by vibrant lights, the audience was moved to tears by her voice. All the flaws, ugliness, deception, and loneliness in life were forgotten." it fits well as robin is many times portrayed in this manner.
Aelenev, his description is abt battles and war, it might be a metaphor but it could be talking abt the very distant past of penacony. there isnt much info i can derive from here or firmly link it to someone but i have someone in mind.
beatriz, while dance seems like the main characteristic but so is singing and feasting. "the world is a ball" i think beatriz resides over culture and entertainment.
now before i talk abt who i think the last two are i need you to know the family lineages, there's 5 families. the name followed by purpose by the head :
oak - management - sunday
nightingale - construction - Sir Whittaker (npc)
bloodhound - security - head unknown
Iris - entertainment - Maeven Ellis
alfalfa - economy - oti alfalfa
ofc the dreammaster exists as a seperate entity of all 5.
there's some truth to the first pic, the dreammaster does control the 5 families, and his orders are absolute. the history here could be altered by History Fictionologists, followers of enigmata.
the hymn only mentions 4 ppl tho, 2 are the closest to sunday and robin, the latter isnt even a family head, which is a bit weird but makes sense why she gets invited to the charmony festival. but beatriz very much matches with iris' head, Maeven Ellis. Aelenev is more tricky to define but he could be Gopher Wood, found in the collectibles. i couldn't find anything concrete in his description but "we have discovered the lord's disciple in the mortal world" is an interesting line, i mostly took his appearance in consideration :
(ignore aideen and lesley) anyway- gopher wood seem to carry a 'gospel' and has a crow by his side (just like sunday who has erm a raven? a nightingale that looks like an eagle?) and his wings are scarred, possibly by 'battles' the hymn spoke of, aaand Easter-egg he has sunday's old halo :) i suspect he could be the bloodhounds' head, Maeven Ellis is right beside him btw
out of all the hymn has talked abt, in our silly theory, ALL of them are halovians who have wings. i read in wiki that halovians have wings in their biology but idk where that info came from...there isnt a single halovian npc who got wings.
"every Halovian in Penacony is a member of the family" gopher looks like an older priest, his postion could totally be of a head.
now this is spoilery (imo doesn't make much difference), even tho it was leaked to be in 2.0 loading screen but i didnt find it, so i went to great lengths to get it from reddit! It might be a scratched idea tho, I'll only put the most important parts :
Edit: nvm it's called the harmonic strings phenomenon, found in wiki and database :x
"Family members have adopted a system of differentiation based on scales, with only those above the subdominant "IV" note being eligible to serve as the tuner of the Harmonic Strings. "
"The concept of Harmonic Strings is elucidated in the Harmony Hymns, a compilation of divine embodiments attributed to Xipe. These embodiments portray down-to-earth virtues that contribute to Harmony and can be practiced by individuals regardless of their position."
"The Family takes pride in celebrating the beauty of the Thousand Faces, including figures such as Aelenev of the Eternal Centurion, Dominicus of the Harmonious Choir, Constantina of the Panacoustic Theater, and Beatriz of the Blissful Ball."
"Opposers of the Harmony argue that the Harmonic Strings are in fact Emanators from Xipe themselves, not associated with any specific mortal but rather representing facets of Xipe, who can assume the form of any Family member when necessary."
Lots of yapping I know. Basically the ones eligible to welcome xipe in a ritual called harmonic strings are tuners of rank IV. We already know that at least 2 are emenators and the others should be too.
Also Aelenev of the eternal centurion, a Centurion being a soldier in the Roman army responsible for the command of one hundred men. A description fitting of the bloodhound head. The harmonic choir could refer to the oak family, and so on
But here where the contradiction happens, in oti's letter to Sunday
also if all halovians with wings are emenators/ facet of xipe, then sunday and robin had them as children..?
i could argue that the dreammaster chooses for xipe who he sees fit to be an emenator, and under his guidance they become a harmony symbol. robin for the outside world and im sure sunday was adopted for the same cause as bronya rand, to become the future head of the oak family.
now on dominicus arrival...this letter and the hymn are slightly contradictory...and the map text is too. if dominicus is a facet of xipe, why do they and the 3 others have to welcome xipe ? isnt the descent of the 4 of them considered complete in it's self? xipe is a plural aeon, if part of them descends it should still be an aeon. but the hymn insinuates that the 4 facets serve xipe. also the connection between sunday and robin to them is solid.
aight, we know who the harmonic strings are from the map text, it makes sense to think of them as the ones i theorized them to be, except from robin they're all directly influential on penacony. aand now oti's letter makes less sense. we can argue that each one of them derives power from a facet, maybe even becoming vessels to them or represent them. and these facets need to descend (arrive) for the charmony festival to reach it's conclusion, being xipe's descendance.
also reminder
(he means xipe by their)
uuuhuh sweetie, u gotta leave the house as dominicus tho!
#unrelated but aven ofc sunday has a miniature golden hour in the pavilion they're trying to expand it and create more dreamscapes...#like it's the family HQ??#also i have a confession-#even insinuated from oti's letter...i cant take sunday that srsly he feels young to be the the coordinator of all the families lol#yes he did prove himself in 2.1 but i CANT ITS JUST xD#proud of pookie tho#and lets stop pretending he died non of them are#honkai star rail#star rail#hsr sunday#hsr#hsr theory
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Saw you saying you wanted something to rant about since you were boread so I come here with two offers for you to rant:
_ your view on Forever, doesn't matter if you watch him or not, I just think it's interesting to see what people think of the little guy
- your favorite headcanond about anyone ate the island, can be personality headcanons or appearance wise, just have fun with this onde <3
That's it <3 you don't have to answer if you don't want to btw, so don't worry
Woooo those are interesting questions I like them.
Let's start with Forever:
I have never heard of him before the QSMP tbh, but my first impression of him was hilarious as I main Phil (I've been a crow since 2021 I think), it was so random to see q!Forever simp for q!Phil I laughed so much as I didn't have any context LMAO.
I know him mostly out of other peoples streams, I think I watched the first stream of the cucu pills, but I think he has a very interesting character development and I must say I like him a lot. The cucu pills arc was amazing and terrifying at the same time.
Still, his interactions with q!Phil are always one of the best! I like their dynamic a lot whatever it is really.
Now into Headcanons:
For now I only have headcanons for q!Phil, q!Missa and q!Etoiles, so I'll say my favourite of each:
Q!Phil:
Tbh I think this is an angsty one. I think, since the eggs disappeared, he spends a lot of time alone in the potato farm, just trying to keep his mind busy yk. He misses his eggs a lot and started self-isolating, that's why when he got caged no one realised he was gone until almost a week went by since it was normal he didn't interact with people that much.
Q!Missa:
He is all skeleton except from shoulders above. This is because his clumsy ass fell into a lava pit and all his body like was all fucked and he came back to life thanks to the goddess of death (hehe) and he came back and was a skeleton and his body just runs normally somehow, no one knows he is like a looney toon character he is alive somehow for some reason no one knows but also don't question.
Q!Etoiles:
I haven't developed my design to his character that much, but I do have a headcanon.
He has like stars floating around him (think about it like the Hanako-Kun floating souls things) that determine his HP depending on how bright the stars are.
(Those floating things, that's what I mean with the floating stars)
That's all I think, hope you enjoyed it :D
#can you see I'm insane over QSMP?#I love them#They're my blorbos they're amazing#qsmp#qsmp rant#qsmp forever#qsmp philza#qsmp missa#qsmp etoiles#forever#philza#etoiles#missa
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Sorry if this has no relation with your pmd series ( that I find very cool btw !!! You put so much passion onto your writing/art it's inspirational,, ) but out of curiosity have you ever designed a fakemon ?
Thanks for your kind words, and no worries! My inbox is open to all kinds of asks :>
I have oodles of fakemon concepts written down because I like to daydream about making my own game that’s similar to pokemon. However, I haven’t ever drawn many of them— it was in the last few of months that I actually drew some pen sketches of a few ideas!
Some notes on a few of these first-pass designs:
Waterprowl (the honchkrow-lookalike heron in the upper right) would be a water/dark-type that hunts by using its wings to make shadows over water to conceal their presence, like real herons do. It has three evolutionary stages— it starts out as a generic chick fakemon that wears part of its eggshell on its head as a hat and is a reference to “bad eggs”, then a fledgling crow-looking fakemon that sneaks around in the shadows and pulls other fakemons’ tails.
Munchbowl (the trick-or-treat pail thing that’s running in the upper middle) is a cauldron steel-type that changes its secondary typing based on what the last berry it consumed was. It doesn’t evolve.
Stitchcraft (the patchwork witchy gremlin in the lower middle) would be a fairy-type that uses a needle with thread looped through it as a wand to cast spells that allow it to control the fabric of the universe.
Bomboardier (the cartoon bomb pig with an eyepatch) is my baby and I love its little curly fuse tail.
I’ve also got a lot of other concepts that I haven’t drawn yet, with some of my favorites being:
An ice-type lion with a snowflake for a mane.
A line of three ducklings that are always squabbling about who gets to be the leader and evolves into a three-headed goose hydra called “dukduktruce” akin to dodrio.
A sea slug that evolves into a sea butterfly.
A living geode that is shy and appears to be only a rock before it opens up more as it evolves with various levels of high friendship and becomes extremely loyal to those who saw its inner beauty before it flaunted all its stunning crystals.
A decks of cards that has an ability that randomly changes its form and appearance to a different face card when it enters battle.
A wriggly baby bug based on a mosquito nymph that has a gender-split evolution into aggressive, high attack stat females and docile, high speed stat males.
A ghost/grass-type pair of fakemon akin illumise and volbeat called Booquet and Corpsage.
A creepy ghost-type that communicates via charades called Phantomime.
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I need need need to know about Destiny please 🥹🥹
AIIII OKIE buckle in it's a bit of a ride
(the second one of those is them as a little kid, the other two they're more grown up)
They're human, fully an ordinary human up until they're not. Ordinary, I mean
They realized at about 13 that they were queer, and absolutely did not tell anyone and also tried to repress it bc they were raised to believe queer was Bad and Evil and blah blah blah (this is the emperor's fault and one of many reasons to hate him. he likes conformity and everyone doing what he says). That secrecy led to them also keeping their magic very very secret when it came in at 14.
Four years later they met a pretty faerie and kissed her. She was the first queer person they'd met, and they promptly ran away with her (this is when they choose the name Destiny) and got adopted into the same werewolf pack that'd taken her in. They are still keeping their magic secret, but now that they're dating a girl they start slipping more into their true self-- first a haircut, then 'pretending' to be a boy, to actually being a boy for a bit...
...to meeting a crow with no concept of human gender and figuring out they like 'they' best
Also by then they've half-accidentally revealed their magic. which is like. really fuckin powerful and also super rare bc everyone else with it gets taken away by the Emperor of the world and no one ever hears from them again
also the werewolves who adopted Destiny? are working with a network of rebels who are trying to take down the emperor. and they want Destiny's help. Des agrees, mainly bc they don't want to live in a world where they can't be true to themself, and they can help make things better
Annyyyways there is now a song about them (which I had to write, help (and then my friend is writing music for bc aaaaaa)) (in-story Vida wrote it)
their powers include: teleportation, elemental control (mainly fire bc they have a fire demon teacher, but they've also done earth and ice), transformation (another of their teachers is a werewolf), illusion, communication with their familiar, Nayan (the aforementioned crow- whose concept of gender is 'some of us lay eggs idk'), healing people, magically cleaning things (they used to always do the dishes this way), and yelling at people in power (Nayan calls this a threat display. Destiny calls it stop screwing with me Nox).
Other fun little things!
-given the language that we use, Des would probably id as nonbinary and bi/pansexual (partly depends on When storywise bc rn they're the only enby they know). as is they id as "I'm not a boy or a girl I'm a they" and "idk there are pretty people but the prettiest is Vida"
-their newest nickname for their girlfriend, Vida, is "meri jaan", or "my life". the first time they call her that is after Vida gets arrested for singing about Destiny. bc singing about how the king of the world is "a coward and a fucking fraud" and is going to get beaten by a young upstart mage is treason, who knew
-(they're so absolutely furious about this btw. it's very sweet)
-Destiny keeps being impulsive but it keeps working out so
-:)))
-I've said this before and I'll say it again: I love how Destiny was raised being told "don't give your name to strangers bc faeries can use it to steal you away" and then the first faerie they meet they try TWICE to give her their name and she says no (it's their deadname but it wasn't at that point)
-in a modern AU Des would be Indian or Indian-American and an activist, but I haven't figured out for exactly what. probably for queer rights, at least at first
-Destiny is 19 at the point I am in writing
-Nayan likes to call them "my Destiny" and when they speak out loud (as crows can do) they always choose Destiny's voice to speak with
-they like having long hair, but they do NOT like getting mistaken for a girl. After The Haircut that helps them realize some gendery stuff, they grow their hair out again even longer than before
-@plumblueflower had a part in making Des the way they are. specifically the Indian-coding bit <3
picrews
1: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/69653
2: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/186583
3: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1944831
#asks#!!!#oc asks#thamk#destiny#shadow and light#oc rambley#nayan#nonbinary#nonbinary character#destiny literally took over my brain thanks#also another fun fact that hasn't come into the story yet: they are a future jew! i'm gonna draw them with a kippah at some point probably#i have spent over 40 minutes on this time to post lol
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Shadow and Bone Season 2 Rambles (SPOILERS)
S&B S2E8 season finale
DO NOT GIVE ME ANOTHER KAZxDARKLING FIGHT
I know Kaz did that for the money but still that was cute
pls just kill him this is so dumb
YES DEATH
Also shout out the nina plot convenience save
Inej and Zoya look amazing
The Darkling is delusional its giving Dmitri voicemail
Ben? The Darkling is terrible but I will miss him
NOOOO ALINA GIRL WHAT ARE YOU DOING
DOES SHE DO THIS IN THE BOOK??????
can you guys tell I really don't remember the S&B books at all?
Nina knows....
Wait I just realized she doesn't have white hair I really wanted to see that
I LOVE THAT EASTER EGG
Mal knows
Guys I really need someone to retell me the plot I don't remember
Ohhhhh wait I think I'm starting to get it is this their way of extending it so that we get more showline from them?
Aw nooo my scruffy boy's gonna get scruffier...whatever shall I do
I AM SOBBING THEY BETTER NOT HAVE KILLED MY BOY I WON'T BELIEVE IT TILL I SEE A BODY GUYS I CAN'T HANDLE THIS STOP JOKING WITH ME IF THIS ISN'T REALY THEN GIMME BACK MY DAVID RIGHT NOW
THEY'RE HOLDING THIS SHOT WAY TOO LONG I DON'T LIKE IT ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW
FOR DAVID???? THEY KILLED HIM??? SERIOUSLY??? WAHTOIAHTOIAHFOAHRFOUAHRUIAHRIFHAEOIHAOIR;GAOIFHADSFHAISUHFAUOHGAUHGAUIHFAHOFIAOFAO;SDFJH;A
i know he dies in the King of Wolves book or whatever but that was fine bc i didn't read it so i can just pretend that isn't in the books but THIS IS JUST CRUEL
So Nikolai isn't a Shadow Fold monster dude?? I just realized that
lmao I am not interested in the show post-bookcannon tbh this better be a hard pivot into the Crows bc I don't care about Malina or Ravkan politics enough to keep watching after the book canon story
how is there still 30 whole minutes left this episode feels done the only thing left is to wrap up the crows and give us a teaser for next season that should be 10 minutes AT MOST
I feel like this Kanej scene isn't the serve they think it is...it works GREAT for me as a reader and lover of SOC but if I was just a viewer idkkk
Inej looks amazing
My poor boy he just wants to be right with Djel and the world keeps kicking him down
Nina girly get this boy out with Dirtyhands
Ahhh yess so he will be a monster yes the this is good
That crown/gown look terrible I'm sorry bring back the kofta
EXCUSE ME YOU WANT ZOYA STOP LOOKING AT ALINA LIKE THAT
yes Zoya look at him
That coat looks bad too
I am affectionally insulting the royal fits btw
LOVE THE JURDA PAREM DROP
huhhhhhhhhhhhh...darkling cut....okay??? uhm
Choices were made
I must think more to decide how I feel about those choices
#shadow and bone season 2#shadow and bone#shadow and bone netflix#leigh bargudo#six of crows netflix#six of crows#alina starkov#the darkling#mal oretsev#darklina#malina#kaz brekker#sankta inej#kanej#nina zenik#matthias matthies#helnik#jesper fahey#wesper#nikolai lantsov#zoya nazyalensky#zoyalai#wylan van eck
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omg could you write something where reader gets jealous of arthur? love your written btw
anonymous asked: can you please do an imagine with arthur fleck/joker x reader where they’ve been together for awhile but once the reader starts noticing his descend into becoming joker she also notices his new infatuation with sophie? 🖤🦋
IMPLIED NSFW AT END. Swearing. Lighthearted fluff.
Word count: 1, 782 (I am incapable of writing short things omg)
Stop primping honey you’re perfect omgggg
“Hey, Arthur!”
Arthur stopped mid sentence in telling you about his day to turn and look at Sophie. She was stood at the end of the hall, a friendly smile on her face. The answering smile that lit Arthur’s face was usually the one that he reserved for you; the one that deepened the crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes and made the dimples in his cheeks a little more pronounced.
“Hey!” His eyes dipped as he looked near Sophie’s knee height and the smile on his face widened even further. You felt a stab of jealousy twist in your gut. You did your best to brush it off, to push it down. Arthur was trying to communicate with Sophie. He was shy and awkward and he was doing his best to extend an olive branch in friendship to her. His daily efforts were admirable and his face took on a look of childlike innocence as he gazed at Gigi. “Hi, Gigi!”
Gigi had a nervous look on her round face as she shyly waved at Arthur before her bravado left her and she hid behind Sophie, shuffling backwards.
Sophie laughed, put her hand on Gigi’s head. “Okay, come on, baby. We gotta get you to bed.” Sophie gave you a friendly smile and nodded her goodbye to Arthur before she made her way further down the hall, her heels clicking harshly in the empty corridor; they sounded much louder with no other noise to block them.
You eye rolled as Arthur stood there with the smile frozen on his face. He waited until the door to Sophie’s apartment clicked shut and then he turned, slender fingers tucking some errant strands of hair behind his ears. You let yourself into the apartment, holding the door open for Arthur. You didn’t smile when he brushed his body deliberately against yours as a way of reminding himself that you were still real, still there. You just set about shedding your damp coat, toeing off your shoes, and sorting yourself out.
You barely looked at Arthur.
At first, he thought nothing of it. Sometimes you liked to be quiet and the peaceful stillness of your bodies and minds that occurred in moments like those were so priceless to Arthur. It reminded him that he didn’t had to try to be or do anything, that he was allowed to simply exist and be and that you were safe together in this cramped but cosy apartment.
It was only when he tried to kiss you on the cheek and you ducked out of the way, still irrationally annoyed, did he realise that something was wrong.
“Y-Y/N?” A crease between his brow. Arthur tilted his head so that he could look you fully in the face, but you refused to meet his eyes. “Did I do something wrong?”
You paused. Took a deep breath. In, out, let it go… Shook your head. “No. You didn’t do anything wrong.” Despite the way you meant to sound comforting, your words came out flat and consequently went unheard by Arthur. He pressed you for information and you knew you had to tell him. There was no getting out of this one.
“Then why can’t I kiss you?” Arthur’s voice was quiet, gentle. The crease in his brow was becoming deeper the more confused he became, and you could tell that he wasn’t allowing himself to feel hurt or rejected until you answered his question. Sometimes miscommunications arose easily between you and both of you made concerted efforts to keep emotions out of the equation until the situation was fully understood. Your relationship had more challenges in it than most, but fuck did you fight hard for what you had painstakingly built together.
You were tempted to kiss Arthur in that moment to show that he could kiss you, you weren’t really mad, just… jealous. But you also knew that kisses to Arthur were happy, full of joy and love and you kissing him right now wouldn’t be well received because he would think that you had done it out of obligation; that you didn’t really want to kiss him but you were doing it to keep him quiet. You knew Arthur well enough to know that if you kissed him now, you would do irreparable damage to your relationship. Even when you were feeling less than positive did you have to be so very mindful of Arthur and the way that his damaged brain worked.
He was never more than one wrong moment away from distancing himself from you, though by no means were you ever walking on egg shells; no, you loved him so much that you always did what you could to look after him, even when you were the one who wanted to be looked after.
Arthur was the same, though - even if he had had a shitty day, even if his day had been so bad it had been all he could do to just get home, if he saw that you were having a bad day too did he put everything aside to look after you.
You had a relationship of give and take, of care and love, and sometimes you both had to put your own feelings aside in the same moment to care for the other. You didn’t mind though, you never could, because in looking after each other even when you didn’t want to were you able to care after your own selves; your relationship was so involved, so emotionally intimate and physically close, that even when you hadn’t spoken for hours were you able to stretch your fingers or your thoughts out and find the other already waiting with open arms and listening ears.
You sighed quietly, your annoyance slipping away already. You could never feel any negativity towards Arthur for any long stretch of time; you loved him too much. Part of you wondered if you had a healthy relationship together, but the larger side of you didn’t care. All you had was each other in the grand scheme of things, so why not throw yourself right in there? You were equally obsessed with each other and you both loved it. “You can’t kiss me because you smiled my smile at Sophie.” The words were out before you could stop them and you slapped a hand over your mouth, your eyes wide as you stepped away from Arthur, at the same time stepping away from the situation so you could just think and breathe and figure out why you were suddenly jealous over a simple greeting being exchanged in a corridor.
A pause in which neither of you breathed and you just stared at each other.
Then, a single hiccup turned into several hiccups. Hiccups turned to soft giggles and then… oh, and then, Arthur’s chuckles became long, raspy breaths as he laughed. It wasn’t a laughter filled with pain, discomfort or sorrow, anger or any of the usual reasons which caused him to laugh uncontrollably. No. No, Arthur was laughing because he was amused by your jealousy. Over him. Really, did wonders never cease? You smiled despite yourself at the way you had made him laugh. With happiness, amusement and disbelief.
You had made Arthur genuinely laugh and it almost made your jealousy, spiking hot through your body, worth it.
Almost.
“Oh, I’m so glad I amuse you!” You couldn’t have helped the smile tugging at your lips if you had tried. You didn’t. You could never stay mad at him for anything. He was just too cute. He was soft and kind and good and everything you had ever wanted in a life partner and he knew it. He knew how loved and cherished he was and moments like this proved any acidic thoughts wrong; his negative thoughts had been less prominent in the time that you had been together but he still had them. Still did they reign with an ice cold grip over his battered heart but you were always there with heated kisses and warm, gentle hands to chase them away.
Arthur tried to stop his laughter, mirth making his green eyes glitter, but he couldn’t help himself. He laughed out loud, not bothering to clamp a hand over his mouth to muffle the beautiful sounds he was making. This wasn’t the kind of feeling he had been taught to hide, to be ashamed of. No, this was… this was sheer joy and he wanted to let himself feel it for as long as it was there.
You stood there and watched him, taking the time to just look. He was fucking beautiful. Even that word didn’t seem to quite cut it. He was exquisite, a delicacy to be truly savoured, a book to be opened and read carefully, your eyes taking in each word with the intent of taking your time. A mystery to be never fully explained. You remained convinced that he was not of this world; the citizens of Gotham were cruel, underhanded and arguably more demonic than demons. They were cold and brash and cared nothing for the people they had to step on - usually literally - in order to get to where they wanted to go but Arthur… Arthur was so innocent. He had a childlike wonder about the world and no matter what it did to him did he seem to bounce back. He was so strong.
Arthur bit on his lip as laughter turned to hiccups and finally he hummed to himself, love all over his face. He stood there, chest heaving slightly with the force of his expression, and there must have been something on your face because he stepped forward, grabbed your face in both hands and pressed his lips to yours. There was none of his usual endearing shyness, with his eyes wandering over your face as he wondered if he dared to kiss you. There was only certainty as he kissed you, his lips hot and hard against yours as he took what he wanted, what you both wanted: the knowledge that you were in love and together and nothing would ever change that.
“How about we show Sophie who I belong to, hm?” There was a quiet undertone of something in Arthur’s voice that made your stomach clench in anticipation and you wound your fingers in his hair, pulling lightly at the strands as you nodded your consent against his lips.
You didn’t know where this confidence had come from, but as a dark shiver tingled down your spine and you pressed yourself into Arthur, eager for everything he would give you tonight, you couldn’t deny that you liked it.
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also what mods do u use for minecraft,, i wanna get some but idk what to do i just want more cute animals and plants and pretty things
also i use my laptop which can’t cope w too much lol
YESSS ANIMALS AND PLANTS AND PRETTY THINGS IS LIKE MY MAIN PURPOSE W MODS ok heres a list w links and brief descriptions so u kinda know whats going on <3 ill kind of categorise them too...
some laptops seem way better than others at handling mods but i would say just pick and choose ur absolute favorites and if thats too much for it then take one out until its more manageable! my laptop handled mods very well but i dont think i had THIS many on it hadflkjghdfkjlghndklfjhg
under a readmore bc idk how long this will get LOL
animals:
ice and fire adds dragons and TONS of like fantasy animals and some scary mobs too!!! u can tame most of the animals and theyre all very unique and SUPER cool! u can ride some of them, theyll fight for u, etc... its very configurable like u can change spawn rates and stuff, i personally turned dragons WAY down so theyre very rare to come across, bc they kill u like instantly and also cause a ton of lag if theres a lot at once, and theyre default spawn rates are ummm too high lol. but yah this is one of the best mods i think ever probably...i love it sm its like a classic
better animal models makes vanilla animals look cuter and better and better animals plus (by the same ppl) adds a bunch of other animals that are rly cute! a lot of them are tameable and theyre very well thought out
genetic animals adds a bunch of dif breeds + colors and new breeding and feeding mechanics to farm animals, its kind of new but very well done but i really really love it! if you use it in conjuncture with better animal models, it replaces to vanilla farm animals but not the wolves and foxes and stuff, so they work very well together. also the chicken babies are like incredibly teeny tiny and adorable. and it lets you be able to ride llamas and cows with saddles and bridles... i could go on (this mod is what i use in place of animania, my favorite mod ever, but that one hasnt updated past 1.12)
alexs mobs also just adds a bunch of new animals, almost all of these are tameable and very unique, i LOVE that it adds crows lol you can also ride some of these animals once u tame them... u can also configure spawn rates for these if theres ones you dont want or want more of, etc. they update pretty often with new animals as well
realistic horse genetics is a super well done mod that makes horses come in wayyyyy more colors, it also has them come in different sizes and stuff...basically what it says in the name but its like. INCREDIBLY well done i couldnt live without it lol
exotic birds adds a ton of pretty birds! it also adds a rare phoenix you can obtain and tame, and ride, which is cool! you can keep birds in birdcages breed them and incubate eggs and all kinds of stuff
making stuff pretty:
biomes o plenty is super popular and really awesome, adds a tonnnn of new biomes with their own trees and wood types and plants and stuff! theres also some cool rare biomes (this mod also works well with all the animal mods); and some other biome mods i kinda cycle between are terraforged (also makes terrain generate better, smoother and stuff and super configurable! this works alongside mods that add biomes) and traverse is good too
macaws roofs, doors, windows, furniture, fences, etc are good for making ur houses pretty! i havent done much w this yet bc i havent built a house since i got it, but it looks really nice
diagonal fences does what it says on the can its suuper convenient and i like it a lot since i make a lot of animal pastures hehe... and it works with custom fences (so if you have macaws fences it will work for those too!)
fairy lights adds paper lanterns and string lights which look way better than torches! also lets u make flag banners and stuff
falling tree lets you chop a tree down in 1 swoop, and automatically destroys the floating leaves so u dont have floating trees and stuff everywhere...might seem cheaty but i like it lol (i also use this in place of dynamic trees, which makes trees BEAUTIFUL but, again, hasnt updated past 1.12)
i also use the unity resource pack (i like this one bc it makes colors more coordinated and muted! my ocd lollll i also like mizunos of courseee) and sildurs vibrant shaders (sildurs is pretty graphics intensive but the lite or medium versions are less so! there are also less intense shaders out there, this is just the one i use)... for shaders to work u need optifine (which also adds dynamic lighting! i.e torches will light the way when you hold them without placing them, stuff like that. its also just good to have, it optimises your game better to prevent lag)
SO YEAH LOL those are all the mods i use rn! some of these have dependents you have to download to make them work (like biomes o plenty requires open terrain generator) but they tell u that on the download pages and stuff, just look out for that <3 also most of these mods have wikis if you wanna know how to tame an animal or crafting recipes and stuff like that, i pretty much keep the wikis open whenever im playing lol. idk how much u know abt the like process of installing mods n stuff but if u need help hmu and ill try to help!
(sorry this is SO long btw but i wanted to be thorough and also have this in my minecraft tag in case anyone else is curious lol)
#OK into the tag...#deer plays minecraft#HOPE THIS HELPS#im very picky abt what mods i use tbh but theres a ton more that seem rly good but just dont rly vibe w me#pams harvestcraft is very highly regarded...adds a bunch of food recipes and gardening type stuff#Anonymous
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hello i am the anon from yesterday back again to bug you👋🏻 thank u for being so nice btw❤️❤️ hope i’m not annoying you (like feel free to ignore this if you want) but i just wanna ask as i am new to the fandom…. is the netflix series worth watching? i do want to watch it (esp for malina❤️ my loves) but i’ve heard it’s more sympathetic towards the darkling and when i tell you i have had enough of aleksanders raggedy ass after r&r i mean it. i know six of crows is also incorporated into the series and i haven’t read that series yet, is it good/ as good as shadow and bone? i also want to read the king of scars series but which should i read first, king of scars or six of crows? (assuming you’ve read either) and should i read six of crows before watching the series? sorry for dumping this all on you but i don’t know anyone else who likes shadow and bone and you were v nice yesterday hehe
welcome back!! i would say yes~ the show is worth watching. the stuff they do with the d*g is annoying and straight up does not make sense and i have Problems with how they handled the racial aspect of it, but as a fantasy book adaptation itself it is highly enjoyable, and as a s&b book adaptation it is definitely fun! and of course, malina is like.....like it honestly blew me away seeing them on screen. jessie and archie are absolutely fantastic, especially archie as mal, he brings the character to life SO well and really shows the people what mal is all about (BECAUSE BOOK MAL AND SHOW MAL ARE THE SAME adjsfk). the pining and yearning is excellent between them.
six of crows is definitely good, and i would recommend at least reading soc before watching the show, maybe even ck too if you have the time. the vibe is a bit different from the grisha trilogy, and you can tell her writing has changed, but it's still very character/relationship driven and the heist is super fun. there are definitely soc easter eggs in the show (and it's like a "prequel" for the events of six of crows so it's nice to be familiar with the characters) so it's fun to notice those little things in the show. king of scars takes place chronologically after the soc duology, so I would read soc/ck first before king of scars
if you have any other questions please feel free to ask!! i just rewatched s&b again (lol) so i have thoughts fresh in my brain
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Episode 21 - The PTSD is strong with this one & we need more braincells
Hello hello! Welcome to the commentary. How’s everyone? I’m frozen solid because it’s mid-June in Spain and yet we had 11°C yesterday. Fucking awesome!
I AM NOT WEARING MASCARA SO I CAN CRY ALL I WANT. I DONT KNOW IF THATS GOOD OR BAD THO.
Can I just take a second to appreciate how much this big strong powerful men emote? I mean, I know this isn’t western media where the tough guy can’t show emotions, and I don’t know that eastern media has the same hangups about men emoting but just... it’s so refreshing.
Huaisang bb you’re so sweet.
Oh, oh the PTSD is strong with this one.
Also, bless both JC and NHS, they absolutely noticed WWX flinch and, in their own ways, went and steamrolled over it so WWX wouldn’t feel scrutinised.
WE INTERRUPT THIS BROADCAST TO INFORM YALL THAT I GOT A KITTEN ON MY LAP. (She’s kneading my boob, which, ow, but...)
*BICHEN GRIIIIIIIP*
How do y’all think the guards go deliver bad news to WRH? Like do they paper-rock-scissor it? Draw straws?
NMJ did you have to?
And once again I wonder what would’ve happened if JFM had let sect leader Yao kick it.
Ughvhfnevus it’s this clown. Same as with Su She, if you see a bunch of screaming it’s just me not wanting to listen to Jin ZiXun.
The Nies: let’s throw a banquet to honour WWX’s return
Every asshole there: *gossips about WWX while in the room with him*
Once again I wish I could transmigrate (and speak mandarin lol) and just start delivering tongue lashings.
Listen, I have no idea how to play Guqin, but I did play the guitar for years and even from here I can see how much YiBo’s hands don’t match the melody. Nothing against him but why does this always happen? I know they got classes, so was the music not written by that time or something? Because one thing is not hitting the correct notes, another is plucking slow notes when the tempo is much faster.
JC: Since yours and LWJ’s unhappy separation...
My dumbass: do you mean breakup? *eyebrow waggle*
You will pry my “JC knows his brother is pinning after LWJ, he probably doesn’t want to know anything else” hc out of my cold dead hands thankyouverymuch.
WWX: *spouts a bunch of misdirection to avoid giving JC a straight answer*
JC: Bull-fucking-shit.
Should I count how many times WWX PTSDs all over the place or would you like me to leave your hearts intact? That’s two so far.
Ok ok, I feel that, if someone with a bit less trauma and a bit of insight (NHS maybe?) had seen the bit where ChenQing fucking hurts Shijie thing would’ve gone differently. I mean, yes, LWJ keeps warning WWX that this shit is gonna fuck him up, but as I said in my previous commentary LWJ also has the communication skills of a hermit crab so that wouldn’t work, and JC would be too wound up and WWX too busy trying to conceal his lack of golden core for that conversation to go anywhere. But if someone who WWX knows is a good egg (I’m not gonna say trusts bc paranoia) had sat him down and told him “your new instrument that you use for your new form of cultivation just hurt the person you love most please be careful when you use it.” I think it would’ve worked wonders towards his health overall.
I know Shijie says it’s like Zidian, but she’s not working with the fact that this thing is made for and by the Dark Side of the Force and I’m sorry but I can’t help but see ChenQing as a bit of a horrocrux almost. Or like, if you like me think the Burial Mounds is an Entity, something that’s a bit more sentient that it lets on.
Speaking of reputations and NHS being a good egg, I have oh-so-many ideas (I won’t say plot bunnies because I can’t write for shit) in which NHS for Reasons (time-travel? Letter from the future? His massive brain?) realises just how much damage WWX is doing to his public image. And he might be a sheltered dandy, but he saw what being the son of a sex worker did to Meng Yao despite how hard he worked (I’m assuming he doesn’t know about the whole betrayal business). This is way fucking worse, like hell is he going to let one of his best friends paint a target on his back. So he pulls back his sleeves, engages his slytherin brain and proceeds to lay down a plan to throughly destroy WWX’s reputation as a powerful genius.
I’m guessing LWJ and JC protest, and maybe WWX, and NHS just hits them with “do you want him respected or alive?” And they shut tf up. He glues himself to WWX, and brings up as many instances in which their behaviour can be compared as he can (we got drunk and punished at cloud recesses, we slept in class, we skipped to go fishing, I don’t carry my sword either). And, because assholes be assholes, people like Sect Leader Yao or Clown Cousin are quick to start spouting their own derogatory bullshit and thus WWX the untamed powerful prodigy dies a fiery death. Now he’s just a mouthy kid with a quick mind that “does tricks instead of battle” (I’ll never get bored of using that Thor quote). I also like to think that people who personally know WWX and are not pieces of shit go give NHS a tongue lashing for messing with what they thought was his friend, NHS takes that as a test of good eggness and bring them into the plan. Soon the whole Cloud Recesses class is swearing up, down, left, right and centre that all the shit WWX has ever successfully pulled is just an insane amount of luck and quick thinking.
I don’t know how would they work him into the battlefield (disguise? Mask?) to unleash his demonic cultivation but that’s Plot and I don’t do that.
Also, because I’m a terrible human being I want to say that people assume LWJ is on “pretty but useless” WWX like white on rice because *insert derogatory comment about being good in bed and sexual favours*. Because y’all know the assholes here are Like That. And WWX is horrified because holy fucking shit he’s gonna drag LWJ’s reputation down, he can’t have people thinking HGJ is ok with having him as a concubine pretty much. But before he can act LWJ politely all but confirms that yeah, he’s tapping that, y’all wish you were but he doesn’t share and none of y’all are good enough for his Wei Ying anyway. CUE FAKE/PRETEND RELATIONSHIP BECAUSE I AM INDEED TRASH FOR THAT TROPE.
Muahahahaha y’all thought I was gonna devolve into my personal hcs and not include my fave trope? Shouldn’t y’all know me better by now?
(Btw I like this bit ^ so I might polish it a little and post it separately as well, just a warning if you find yourself reading an eerily similar post by me)
WuJi is playing and LWJ is pining so much. Also, if LWJ did not just realise that, just like Yu the Great, WWX had no other option but tame resentful energy I’ll eat my blanket.
I refuse to believe Jiang Yanli didn’t become the unofficial war camp therapist/sounding board/only sane person/everyone’s mum/I just need a hug and a corner to cry in peace. There are not enough fics about Shijie being her gentle BAMF self while in the camp and it’s a pity. My crops are dying y’all!
Also, I will fight anyone who scoffs at Shijie being the epitome of the “gentle woman who cooks and waits for the men to come back from war”. Look at her mum, do you think it is easy for a kid (she was a kid in the flashback when WWX ran away) to see that day in and day out, to have that as a “role model” and decide that she was not going to be like her mum? That she didn’t like what she saw in her so she was going to be kind and gentle? And do you think it is easy for a person barely in their twenties to deal with years of verbal and psychological abuse for again, being gentle and kind, and not grow a hard shell of bitterness to protect themselves? And to keep being gentle and kind while at war, with your parents dead and your siblings unraveling before your very eyes? Shijie is so fucking strong and I love her.
Hey look, the White Walkers!
“Resentful energy is just energy” ok, valid. But my dude, you’ve got black ghost smoke coming out of you and can hear people screaming in your head. I’m not saying it is evil, like someone’s uptight set in his ways arrogant uncle; but it sure as shit ain’t healthy.
AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH (that’s a Clown Cousin scream btw)
Ok ok, just one little thing: IF SOMEONE ELSE CALLS WWX WEI YING AS A SHOW OF DISRESPECT IMMA SCALP THEM.
...are those crows eating that man alive? Yikes on bikes.
(Assume my comment about YiBo’s Guqin playing also goes for Xiao Zhan and his flute. I can’t play the flute but the tempo doesn’t match his fingers)
I’m just gonna say it, I think 3zun (well, 2zun as of now) suspect shit went down badly for WWX, that’s two questions by both of them in a very soft conciliatory tone. They are genuinely interested/worried about the topic, and don’t seem to come off as chiding or judgemental. I mean WWX is a weirdo irreverent kid and they’re sect leaders, they outrank him so much it’s ridiculous. I’m also counting the fact that both their baby brothers like him towards them being so kind. But I also think WWX just triggers all their big brother instincts the second he walks in.
Oh there’s a thought, Shijie, Wen Qing, NMJ and LXC take a look at everyone’s shitty parents and just decide to adopt everyone.
What happened at Yiling was a traumatised teenager (is WWX even 20?) PTSDing all over the place with the Dark Side of the Force whispering in his ear and an all powerful trinket at his disposal. Not saying I approve of all the torture and murder but he clearly isn’t revelling in them.
That is some outstanding bit of big-brothering on LXC’s side and I love it. Also, my dumbass just realised LWJ probably wasn’t quoting WWX when he was being punished (what is white what is black?) I think he was quoting his big brother. Which is magnitudes deep too, but in a different direction and I might love that scene even more.
Ok fuck it, I’m gonna tangent. So I had a terrible boyfriend when I was 15-18. He alienated me from my friends, sunk my self-esteem to the molten core of the earth, tried to convince me my parents were abusive and encouraged (aka threatened manipulated and cajoled) the slow tanking of my high school marks. I have A Problem when I see media where someone latches onto their significant other and everything they are shifts towards that person. Now, love, true genuine love, is powerful, and I believe it can be the catalyst for shifting your world-view for the better. I don’t have a problem with that. I don’t have a problem with people sticking with their romantic partner if it is clear their previous “family” is so much shit. I don’t have a problem with LWJ coming out of his shell and defying corrupt precepts because his love for WWX made them see they were wrong, or getting sassy and unrepentant during his punishment (I have a problem with the punishment bc that’s abuse but...). But I do side-eye WangXian being the only thing in their orbit. People need people, and WangXian have other good people around them. So I kind of love that yes, WWX showed him the system was corrupt, but it is the words of his brother he is sticking by to the defy said system.
Let’s go back to our scheduled slew of held pinning glances shall we?
LXC after That awkward run-in: WangJi I wasn’t gone that long, what the fuck did you two oblivious pining idiots do?
(LXC has “bitching” tea sessions with Shijie and you can’t convince me otherwise)
LWJ: *is being dramatic and not knocking on WWX’s door*
Me: oh my god you fucking idiot
Shijie: *walks in*
Me: oh thank god someone with a braincell.
Ah yes, there we go triggering WWX’s paranoia again. Why would he get a break.
OH MY GOD YOU PAIR OF FUCKING IDIOTS. THATS IT, FUCK THIS SHIT IM OUT.
@ LWJ: bitch wtf was that? I know you’re shit at talking but have you thought about writing it down? Letters anyone? It worked for mr. Darcy.
(Yes LWJ is mr darcy and now I want an au where LWJ writes WWX letters and just pours everything in them, WWX finds them, any everything is sunshine and rainbows)
While this bullshit fight/misunderstanding is all on LWJ’s shoulders, I’m also going to scream at WWX. Because yes, he is in PTSD hell, but he trusted LWJ before, and yet he can’t get past his perceived notion of LWJ’s character (and his own inadequacies) to trust him again and ask for help. Plus, you know, he thinks he doesn’t deserve he’ll bc *waves hand at WWX’s trauma conga line*
These episodes can’t be good for my BP.
Thanks for reading!
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Been awhile since I posted about Chickbang! Here’s the whole gang! It isn’t often that I can catch them together in one photo. This one was taken about two weeks ago, so already they look a little different because yep! They’re still growing. 18 - 20 weeks old. No eggs yet. It could be any day now or we could have months to go. Who will be the first? I suspect Dae or VIP. We’ll see!
Putting the rest behind a cut 🐔
The pecking order in Chickbang is still a little unclear to me, but I think it goes something like this. From top to bottom: GD, Tabi, Bae, VIP, BB, CL, Dae, Gwisun
Fortunately, Dae doesn’t bully Gwisun quite like she used to. Just a quick peck here and there. It sends Gwisun running, sure, but she doesn’t seem too flustered. In fact, Gwisun has really come into her own recently. Where she used to be a wallflower, now she’s quite feisty and runs circles around the rest. Still the smallest of the bunch, but not by much. Here she is having a little skirmish with GD:
Tabi has become pretty bossy and I think of her as the Head Hen. She’s a bit mean toward Dae, who is consistently last out of the coop each morning, seeming afraid. They do alright while inside the run, but when I let them out in the yard where there’s more space, Tabi likes to chase Dae all over the place. For fun? Maybe she just likes to watch her run. It isn’t very nice of her, but I can’t help laughing... because isn’t that so ToDae? The chasing, I mean.
And again...
Can’t stop won’t stop...
Sneak attack!
So yeah! Here are some recent pics. First, Tabi, the inquisitive and friendly:
Dae, who also likes to join me on my chair. But she might just be trying to get away from the others:
Little Gwisun looking so stylish now that her crest is filling out! I recently noticed she has little heart shapes on a few of her feathertips:
CL, who is rather aloof these days:
VIP looking... very grouchy under those bushy brows. She’s super easy-going though. Hey, look, her feathers have little hearts too!
Here’s Bae photobombing a shoot I was having with GD. That’s nothing new. She’s always putting herself in front of the camera when I’m on the ground trying take pics...
As for BB... Had some problems with BB recently. One morning she didn’t come out of the coop with the others -- highly unusual. She wouldn’t move, just sat inside on the roost all day long. When I let them out into the yard that evening, she followed them, but did so slowly. She was lethargic and picking at grass half-heartedly. Kept herself away from the others with eyes closed, and it seemed all she wanted to do was sleep. Definitely not normal, healthy chicken behavior. I was worried I might lose her.
I looked her over but didn’t find anything out of the ordinary. Put her in a dog crate and brought her inside the house to a dark, quiet room where she could be calm and comfortable. Where she could rest and (I hoped) recover. Rather than expend energy keeping up the appearance of being well around the rest of the flock (sick chickens get picked on). Throughout the first day, every time I checked on her she was either asleep or on the verge of it. Here she is falling asleep with her head in her food bowl:
Burying her head in the towel bedding...
I offered her various foods that she and the other chickens have devoured before... but she wasn’t interested. Bought a liquid vitamin supplement for poultry and tried giving her that with a dropper. Well, it must have tasted awful because she wasn’t too tired to resist that, and together we made a mess, lol, but I got some of it in her. Finally, I gave her the yolk from a boiled egg -- a good, nutritious food for recovering chickens -- and to my delight, she loved it! She took to it right away, and by the next morning the bowl was empty.
By the end of her second day inside she was back on her feet and cluck-clucking at me quietly when I entered the room. One time I opened the crate door and she tried to walk right out! That night I let her rejoin the flock, and within a few days she was back to her old self! Never did figure out what was wrong with her, but here, have a gif of her digging in the dirt the day I let her back outside with the others:
...and enjoying a little dirt bath.
And then there’s GD. Chickbang’s leader sure has filled out nicely:
Look how chesty he is! How tall and upright he stands! How proud his posture is!
“I’m sexy and I know it.”
He reached sexual maturity about two weeks ago and has been trying his very best to have his wicked way with the ladies... with, uh, limited success. They haven’t reached laying age yet (shouldn’t be long though!) and want nothing to do with him, lol. He has managed to mount them a few times, but for the most part it’s just him harassing them and grabbing at their necks while they squawk and run away.
His little mating dance is pretty funny though. He drops a wing and walks into it sideways, almost like he’s tripping. Weird? Definitely. But whatever works for chickens...
Beautiful though he may be, I’ve finally decided it’s time. Time to find him a new home. The main reason being his half-bald head. Sadly, the feather picking has been an ongoing problem for months, one I’ve been unable to solve. I’ve tried everything short of separating him from the others -- something I just don’t have the heart to do. It would take at least a month for his crest to grow out enough that they might stop picking at it. Putting the pinless peepers (blinders for chickens) on the rest of the flock, which I hated doing btw, bought him three weeks of new growth. For a while I thought I had found a solution. Then, one afternoon, they went wild on him and picked his head smooth again. Well, nearly.
I’ve given up on trying to regrow his crest. He needs to go somewhere else, to a kinder flock that doesn’t have a history of feather picking. Mine have been doing it to him almost their whole lives. It’s a bad habit I can’t break.
That’s right. GD is being booted out of Chickbang 😔
The other reason is, of course, his constant crowing. It was okay when he only did it a little in the morning and evening, but now he’s LOUD and he crows all day long, every hour of the day, on and on... also any time he hears my voice. Which means I can’t have conversations, not even over the phone, as long as he’s around because he crows incessantly in the background. Not sure what my neighbors think of it, but frankly, it’s getting to me. I keep the chickens close to the house and it’s just not working out. Sorry, bud. You’re gonna need to sing your song elsewhere.
It will be a bit sad to see him go because, yes, I’m attached to him, and he’s easily the most visually interesting (and entertaining) member of the flock. He probably takes up more space on my camera roll than all the others combined! It’s been a lot of fun watching him grow and mature in appearance and behavior, including his teenage terror phase. Also educational in terms of learning how to tell a male apart from the females.
But it’s just been one thing after another with him... and it was never my intent to keep a rooster anyway. Hoping I can find him a good home where he can have a nice (non-abusive) harem to watch over and for whom he can crow his little heart out as often as he likes, loud and proud.
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Hey it was a nice experience going through your blog! You might have already answered this but can you elaborate on why Jaqen is Rhaegar's son? Or you may put the link if you have already answered. Thanks!
Hey :)
Sure but there is a lot to unpack so I’ll try to give a relatively short answer and if it still leaves you with some questions, please ask :) Btw it is not my idea that Jaqen is Aegon, it’s as old as A Clash of Kings and I first heard it from one of AO3 authors but I don’t know if I can tag her here so I’ll edit if she speaks up :) Edit: I first heard of it from @darkeleni
The first issue I need to explain is how old is Jaqen. Every time we meet him in the story he is wearing a very young face. We know that in Westeros boys as young as 16 are considered adults. In some cases even younger, like Robb Stark when he’s crowned as the King in the North. So a 17 year old can be referred to as a boy or as a man, depending on the person speaking. We first see Jaqen through Arya POV and for her he is very young, the youngest of the prisoners, but still a man grown because he is older than her brothers, even than Robb who is already a king. Gendry who is three years younger is described as “almost a man” while Jaqen calls himself “a man.” We get more information about J’s age in Braavos chapters. Every acolyte gets the same training so it means J’s training was the same as Arya’s. In Braavos Arya is always posing as a girl of her age so it means each of J’s faces points to his actual age. And the face he is wearing in A Feast for Crows and A Dance with Dragons used to belong to the 19 year old acolyte, Pate. So Jaqen was born exactly in the same year Aegon was born. Pate is sometimes called a young man, a youth or a boy. J. was 17 in the first book, almost like Loras who is also called both, a boy and a man.
The next thing is his face. The answer is in the books, it’s the face Arya sees when she meets him:
He was the youngest of the three, slender, fine-featured, always smiling. His hair was red on one side and white on the other
George Martin explains:
…right from the start I wanted the Targaryens, and by extension the Valyrians from whom they were descended, to be a race apart, with distinctive features that set them apart from the rest of Westeros, and helped explain their obsession with the purity of their blood. To do this, I made a conventional ‘high fantasy’ choice, and gave them silver-gold hair, purple and violet eyes, fine chiseled aristocratic features.
Jaqen is one of the two characters with long, straight, “white” hair like Rhaegar’s hair, the other one is Bloodraven. J’s hair is half red - he either dyes his hair to memorize Elia, like we are told Young Griff does to memorize his mother, or it’s his birthmark that becomes more visible with age like the red mark on Bloodraven’s face.
“Jaqen is as dead as Arry,” he said sadly, “and I have promises to keep. Valar morghulis, Arya Stark.”
Arry is not dead, it’s Arya. Arry had Arya’s face, her body and mind. Arry’s story of being a commoner’s son was as fake as Jaqen’s story of being a commoner from Lorath. They both made the same mistake that betrayed they were noble born: Arya called Roose my lord instead of m’lord and Jaqen called Arya my lady of Stark not m’lady like Gendry. “Arry” derives from Arya’s real name. Jaqen is as Arry - a real person with a fake backstory and a fake name but a Valyrian one, a name that resembles Aegon and Rhaegar ( H’ghar read backwards ) or Vhagar, a dragon name. They are both orphans - A man’s sire is long dead ( J. even speaks like Rhaegar:My royal sire fears your father...) - his parents were killed, Arya’s father was murdered too and her mother is about to die soon.
I have promises to keep. - I am the prince that was promised.
Valar morghulis, Arya Stark. - All men must die, Arya. All who murdered my family and took what’s mine. GRRM borrowed this line from The Odyssey - there will be killing till the score is paid. The concept of “no one”, a hero who hides his true name comes from The Odyssey too.
Their exchange has been rewritten for the show. Jaqen simply says “Jaqen is dead” without any reference to Arya and Arry. It means that this plot, as well as book Arya plot, is dead and the show is not telling GRRM’s story. J. is one of those characters that died in the show but will never die in the books.
His identity is revealed in A Clash if Kings, before the Young Griff is even introduced, when Arya blackmails Jaqen to free the northmen. Jaqen doesn’t want to help, she has only one wish left. He asks Arya if it would be enough to kill king Joffrey. She doesn’t say no, but she names him instead:
“Even if I named the king … ”
“Speak the name, and death will come. On the morrow, at the turn of the moon, a year from this day, it will come. A man does not fly like a bird, but one foot moves and then another and one day a man is there, and a king dies.” He knelt beside her, so they were face-to-face, “A girl whispers if she fears to speak aloud. Whisper it now. Is it Joffrey?”
“It’s Jaqen H'ghar.”
Very clever, Mr. Martin - Joffrey is not a true king, the true king is Jaqen H’ghar.
J. gives Arya his iron coin - a coin of the faceless men, a symbol of anonymity. But when he gets his dragon egg from Euron and comes to the Citadel to hatch it, he kills Pate with a golden coin - the three-headed dragon with a face of a dead king whom Pate cannot recognize. The king from J’s coin must be a long dead Targ king, that’s why young Pate doesn’t know his face. It’s also a reference to J. - he is the dead king, most people think he was murdered in King’s Landing.
A man does not fly like a bird - but he will, that’s why he wants a dragon.
And last but not least, how he was saved. Rhaegar did it before he went to war. Rhaegar believed that Aegon was the prince that was promised, he saved him like Jon saved Mance’s baby. His last moments with his wives are described in Jon/Gilly scene in A Dance with Dragons. Varys smuggled the baby out of the Red Keep through the black cells - that’s why we met Jaqen in the black cells in King’s Landing in A Game of Thrones - another motif borrowed from The Odyssey and also The Lord of the Rings - the rightful king is coming home. J. came to Varys because he knew Varys was meant to fulfill his father’s wish, and because Illyrio had dragons’ eggs. Of course by this time Varys made a plan of his own to replace J. with another “Aegon”, the usurper.
J’s story is also told through symbols: the symbolism of wine, crows ( they are the messengers of gods ), the imagery of dragons and so on. The Ghost of High Heart’s prophecy, Jenny’s song ( the book version ) and My Featherbed refer to Jaqen and Arya too.
Thank you for the ask :)
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Do you eat honey, or dairy products? What about milk chocolate?
Uh Anon why you bring up this sad subject lol. Just joking, and I don’t eat honey but I didn’t like it cause it’s too sweet anyway, and I don’t eat dairy products either, nor eggs, nor milk chocolate. This is painful cause I love whipped cream and strawberries, and custard, and cheesecake, and I don’t like milk chocolate but I love hazelnut milk chocolate (dark chocolate with hazelnut just isn’t the same). Substitutes aren’t as good so I sort of pretend the stuff I like doesn’t exist. There are vegan cheeses made with almonds or cashews that are good, some even melt like real cheese, but the sweet food department is meh, at least in my country where it’s pretty new, it’s not as developed as in others. Or I’m picky, idk. Thing is that in my country vegan food is associated to healthy eating mostly lol, so you can find raw food and all those weird ass healthy stuff more easily, and I don’t care about that shit lol
Anyway when I’m not at home, for example I’m on a trip in the countryside and I’m eating in a small village in some old school place where they make no changes (cause where I live there are such places) and there is no vegan option, I take the vegetarian option. Never the meat/fish one ofc, and never the dessert where there’s gelatin (it’s usually made from pig skin and bones). I gotta say it happened very rarely....if you can find pizza you’re safe basically (I know in other countries pizza always has cheese at least, but it Italy it doesn’t always have cheese on it, and it’s at the same time simpler but also more elaborate and different than other countries. Same for pasta btw).
Sometimes since I always take one of my dogs with me I give him the pieces of cheese so he’s happy too. Or for example when you go out for a cockail before dinner (kind of like a happy hour, idk what’s it called) they give you finger food or similar, and sometimes there’s meat inside and since you don’t pay for it you can’t always specify you don’t eat it and you’d like an alternative, so I just give the thing to my dog who’s very happy, or I take it home for the other dog and the crows and the rest of the birds in my garden. I hate wasted food very much, but when you have animals around nothing is wasted :)
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I'm not sure who to ask this question, and I tried Googling, but came up with no answers. Why is it that iron is so prominent in ASoIaF? There's the Iron Throne, Iron Islands, Ironborn, Iron Price, Iron Bank, Ironwood, etc. So just curious why that's the element GRRM chose to use/focus on so much. BTW, I love all your lovely blogs! 😊
Thank you so much! I love these kinds of questions! We would probably have to ask GRRM to know for sure why iron inspired him in ASOIAF, but we can speculate!
Iron features prominently in folklore, including in-world westerosi folklore: “A child’s rhyme echoed in his head. Oak and iron, guard me well, or else I’m dead, and doomed to hell.” Interestingly, this rhyme is not invoked by any highborn POV, only by Dunk. And Davos remembers something similar: “A knife in the heart, though…even demons can be killed by cold iron, the singers say.” Even lowborn Will of the Night’s Watch, from the AGOT prologue, takes comfort in cold iron.
Perhaps it’s only a smallfolk superstition, but I’m inclined to believe the smallfolk remember a truth the nobility have forgotten. Whether they remember or not, lords often build their gates and doors of oak and iron. For example, one enters the Great Hall of Winterfell by “wide oak-and-iron doors,” big enough to ride a horse through. More importantly, Winterfell is guarded by “massive oak-and-iron gates” though by the end of ACOK they’re hanging “charred and askew”. Combine this with @racefortheironthrone‘s idea that Winterfell was built as an engine to fight the Others, and I think GRRM’s grand design might be getting a little clearer. All the stuff listed here is going to be important in the War for the Dawn:
“Winterfell…grey granite, oak and iron, crows wheeling around the towers, steam rising off the hot pools in the godswood, the stone kings sitting on their thrones…how could Winterfell be gone?”
Winterfell isn’t gone. Just dormant.
Winterfell lies dreaming, waiting to be reborn in oak and iron and granite. There’s magic in Winterfell’s walls. (More about Winterfell here.)
I know you didn’t ask this part, but I think we need to explore the question of “Why oak?” before we tackle “Why iron?” Oak trees represent strength and steadfastness, endurance and long life. The oak is considered a holy tree, closely associated with pagan gods of Northern Europe, and GRRM is aware of this association. In King’s Landing, “The heart tree was an oak, brown and faceless, yet Ned Stark still felt the presence of his gods.” The Ghost of High Heart also associates oak with the old gods.
“Oak-trees have always been regarded as great protectors and guardians of the virtuous.” A fitting tree for Duncan the Tall to be invoking. Arya herself is called an oak tree. The oak has a duality to it, with “deep roots [that] penetrate as deep into the Underworld as its branches soar to the sky.”
“The Sanskrit word, ‘Duir’, gave rise both to the word for oak and the English word ‘door’, which suggests that this tree stands as an opening into greater wisdom, perhaps an entryway into the otherworld itself.” [x]
I don’t know if there will be a connection between oak and the Others, or if oak is just symbolically important in the War for the Dawn, but it will be interesting to find out.
“Of all the trees in Britain and Ireland the oak is considered king” and we know what GRRM thinks of kings: “a king protects his people, or he is no king at all.” Oaks are a popular fantasy element. C.S. Lewis used oaks and other trees to fight alongside the Narnians in Prince Caspian and of course Tolkien had the Ents, some of which resembled oaks. I don’t think GRRM’s trees are going to get up and start walking around, but I think ASOIAF themes support the idea that even the trees oppose those who would seek dominion over you. The Others are certainly seeking dominion over the earth. The walls of Winterfell are going to fight against them, oak and iron and granite, and protect people.
So, what about iron? Because you’re completely right to pick up on the iron motif. GRRM references iron from the very beginning. In the prologue of AGOT, when Wymar Royce battles the Other while Will climbs a tree (not an oak but something GRRM calls a sentinel … which is not a real type of tree but GRRM’s own fantasy brand of evergreen) … Will is mentioned to have “cold iron”.
He whispered a prayer to the nameless gods of the wood, and slipped his dirk free of its sheath. He put it between his teeth to keep both hands free for climbing. The taste of cold iron in his mouth gave him comfort.
He’s unwittingly invoking oak and iron. And remember, the Others leave Will to be killed by wight!Wymar. Could the Others have killed Will? Did Will’s iron make any difference? idk, GRRM isn’t saying, but I hope we get more definitive information in future books. “Cold iron” in literature has historically meant any weapon designed to draw blood, but I don’t know if GRRM is making a distinction between iron and steel.
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ASIDE: What is the difference between iron and steel? I didn’t know so I had to look it up:
Steel is a mixture of several metals (this is called an alloy) but most of it is iron and often some carbon. Steel is harder and stronger than iron. Steels are often iron alloys with between 0.02% and 1.7% percent carbon by weight. Alloys with more carbon than this are known as cast iron. Steel is different from wrought iron, that has little or no carbon.
Something made of pure iron is softer than steel because the atoms can slip over one another. If other atoms like carbon are added, they are different from iron atoms and stop the iron atoms from sliding apart so easily. This makes the steel stronger and harder.
Changing the amount of carbon added to steel will change its properties:
Hardness
How easily it bends
Ductility: can it be made into thin wires
Strength
Is it magnetic
Will it rust (or corrode)
Steel with more carbon is harder and stronger than pure iron, but it also breaks more easily (brittle).
Iron is an element and a metal. It is the second most common metal on Earth, and the most widely-used metal. It makes up much of the Earth’s core, and is the fourth most common element in the Earth’s crust.
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I’m out of my depth here, but I would like a chemist or metallurgist to discuss the potential carbon-content of Valyrian steel and relate that to the fact that all known life on Earth (and probably Terros - with the exception of the Others, probably) is carbon-based, and then tie that into ASOIAF’s life-affirming themes in the War for the Dawn.
something something carbon as a life force in the Valyrian steel being anathema to the Others something something steel made with human blood sacrifice something something…
Has someone already written an essay about this? If so, please link me.
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In the meantime, we can consider iron in folklore. Iron is believed to repel fairies. GRRM has said that the Others are like “the Sidhe made of ice” and the Sidhe are the fairy folk of Ireland. So when Westerosi invoke “oak and iron" to guard them, I think this is a remnant of the cultural memory of the Long Night. (I’ve talked about the Others here and in my tag for #the Others.)
(There are other scraps of cultural memory that recall the Others. For example, in TSS, Egg hears vicious rumors about Rohanne Webber from the smallfolk:
“Four,” said Egg, “but no children. Whenever she gives birth, a demon comes by night to carry off the issue. Sam Stoops’ wife says she sold her babes unborn to the Lord of the Seven Hells, so he’d teach her his black arts.”
Obviously these rumors about Rohanne were not true, but demons coming by night to carry off babies is eerily similar to the deal Craster has with the Others in exchange for protection.)
What’s special about iron? Pliny the Elder, who lived in the first century, believed that iron could protect and heal people, and some of these ideas persisted well into the 20th century.
I don’t know if the potential magnetism of iron is important but idk, the heroes probably have to go to the North pole, that might be important.
Also, “iron can attract and conduct electricity, focus and release it, store it as magnetic energy, or disperse it by returning it to the earth. Iron can change form. It can be made molten, fluid, and malleable, and then set into unbending forms of our design.” Considering that ASOIAF is about rebirth and duality and transformation and shapeshifting (please see this post about Tyrion - please click), iron is thematically important to ASOIAF, to our malleability, our rebirth.
Victorians believed that the first iron found was in meteorites. “Of course, even today, iron still seems magical in many respects. It is the most plentiful metal in the universe. All iron was initially forged in the hearts of stars, and only gifted to the cosmos when they exploded in supernovae. This stardust is in each of us; it is what makes our blood red.”
Consider:
Dawn, forged from the heart of a fallen star.
The Daynes of Starfall are one of the most ancient houses in the Seven Kingdoms, though their fame largely rests on their ancestral sword, called Dawn, and the men who wielded it. Its origins are lost to legend, but it seems likely that the Daynes have carried it for thousands of years. Those who have had the honor of examining it say it looks like no Valyrian steel they know, being pale as milkglass but in all other respects it seems to share the properties of Valyrian blades, being incredibly strong and sharp.
The iron content in Dawn is probably important.
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(GRRM has said that, while the Daynes share the violet eyes of the Targs, they’re not the same ancestry. I’m guessing that Dawn and Valyrian steel are like that too, parallel in their formation but different. (There is a term for parallel evolution in biology but from completely different ancestors. Biologists, help me out!))
EDIT: @victorvontooms supplied the term I was looking for: convergent evolution. That’s how I think of Daynes vs Targs and Dawn vs Valyrian steel, both made to fight the Others but forged completely differently.
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Also, Tyrion tells us:
Dragonbone is black because of its high iron content
(No one shows the dragon bone in ASOIAF as black!! But it is!! Dragonbone is black!!!
^^Detail of art I commissioned from @bidonica, showing the dragonbone as black!! Will I ever stop screaming about this? No!! It’s my desktop, it’s so important to me!!! Not that I ever see my desktop through my tab forest but it’s the principle of the thing…)
Anyways, “Dragonbone is black because of its high iron content”. If that doesn’t set off the Others’ alarm bells, it should. I really think the Others dislike iron, not just Valyrian steel, and we have these giant high-iron content, fire-breathing beasts coming for them.
In terms of the setting, I think GRRM might be invoking a lot of iron imagery to suggest humanity’s Iron Age, a period that extended into the early Middle Ages in Northern Europe. All this iron carries connotations of a time long, long ago.
TV tropes actually has a great little article on cold iron, suggesting that iron is part of some magic vs technology symbolism.
The Iron Age is generally understood as the period during which the technology to make iron items — particularly weapons — spread from the Hallstatt culture in western and eastern Europe during the 8th century BCE. […]
Clearly, the peoples of this extended period did not one night go to sleep in the Bronze Age and awaken the next morning in the Iron Age. There were considerable overlaps as the technology of iron developed and travelled throughout the European continent by way of trade. This also appears to coincide with a violent period of history, with hill forts springing up all across the British Isles, particularly in the southern regions. […]
The Britons had a reputation for being small in stature yet fierce warriors, and possibly adept at magic. They seemed to be able to appear and vanish at will from among the trees of the forests and among the hills. According to some early Roman accounts, the Britons would spike their hair with white lime and cover their bodies in swirling patterns of blue woad for battle, possibly to enable them to vanish into the pattern of clouds in the sky or reflected on the surface of lakes. This resulted in a belief that they could appear out of thin air and make their getaways via ‘portals’ in lakes and rivers. Some have suggested that this is where the myth of the fairy folk began. These ‘fairy folk’ who used ‘magical’ tactics were armed with bronze, which was no match for the iron blades of the invaders. Therefore, iron became known as the enemy of the ‘fairy folk.’ [x]
I’m not sure that the magic vs technology war applies to ASOIAF (idk maybe it does!) but what I would say applies to ASOIAF is a war between the Old Way and the New, obviously a reference to Ironborn culture, but something I think applies much more broadly to ASOIAF as a whole.
Right now in ASOIAF there is a war between the Old Way of doing things by dehumanization, led by men like Tywin and Randyll and Roose, and the New Way of doing things by valuing people’s humanity, spearheaded by people like Jon and Dany and Brienne.
So people paying the iron price in blood, sitting the iron throne … I think that’s all representative of the Old Way, something outdated and tired and without forward motion or progress. Something that is (hopefully) on its way out.
Just as the early Britons’ bronze swords yielded to iron, I think we’re witnessing in ASOIAF the iron Old Way (metaphorically) yielding to … I don’t know yet…kindness? valyrian steel? idk, ask me when the books are done.
Whatever it is, we have to be careful. Iron can be a force of good (repelling the Others), but it can be terrible too. We have to be careful. Because the iron is in our blood. The potential to dehumanize is inside all of us; as Professor Moody would say, “Constant vigilance!” Or as GRRM might say, the war is inside us. We’re all capable of great acts, and terrible ones. We have to choose. And we have to be careful.
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“There are more esoteric explanations, like iron being seen as the lifeforce of the earth, or associated with lifeforce because blood smells like iron.“
“All iron was initially forged in the hearts of stars, and only gifted to the cosmos when they exploded in supernovae. This stardust is in each of us; it is what makes our blood red.”
The War for the Dawn is a war between life and death … a war between life and something worse than death.
It’s a war for our humanity, it’s a war for the earth itself. It’s a war for our flesh and blood and bone.
I said … way up above now … I said the trees are fighting for us against the Others’ dominion. Not the way Tolkien’s trees fight, but still they’re fighting.
GRRM likes to trick casual readers into thinking his world is nihilistic … but deep down, it’s not. The Magic wouldn’t have saved Daenerys from the flames if it was truly uncaring.
In this war, (almost) everyone’s pulling for us, I think. We’re all in this together. The weirwoods and the ravens and the Children of the Forest and all the elements of life, all the way down to the iron in our blood … it’s all rooting for us. Winterfell is rooting for us, with its fires deep within the earth and its life-giving waters rushing through its walls “like blood through a man’s body” and the earth is rooting for us, lending us its lifeforce of iron to oppose the Others.
But we have to stand. We have to fight for it.
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So there’s lots of possibilities right now in terms of what Iron means as a motif. Ask me again when we have more books and maybe I can talk more.
PS - I think those bankers are gonna fuck people over in twow. Watch out for them. This might be my Lannister bias tho.
EDITED TO ADD:
@essayofthoughts replied to your post:
Iron swords were the first really meaningful weapons (bronze dulled too quickly) and would sometimes by ritually broken and sacrificed due to their value. An iron or steel sword that has been used and let get rusty, when polished will “bleed” the bloodiron back out.
Oak and Yew have significance as life/death dichotomies in tree folklore. Without English Oak the British Empire and Navy wouldn’t have happened. Oak mistletoe is sacred bc Oak as a hardwood would almost never grows mistletoe, also ties into its status as kings of the forest. Oak once cut and aged is one of the hardest woods out there and even a modern steel knife can’t easily cut aged oak (speaking from experience; my home is made with century old oak beams). Oak also ties to dryads and hamadryads - life from trees in myth -and technically all dryads are of oaks. idk why but the dryads thing makes me think of the children of the forest
@nobodysuspectsthebutterfly replied to your post:
re the first war against the Others– the First Men didn’t have iron as such, they were bronze users. Iron and steel only came to Westeros in sufficiency with the Andals. (Possible proof of the theory that Ironborn are not First Men, but from somewhere else? As their islands are a great source of ore.) What little iron the First Men had was rare and treasured, almost magic to them probably. See Jon’s description of similar among the wildlings today (including the bronze-working Thenns).
Think of the First Men fighting the Others with their bronze, failing. Except for the few who have help from the CotF and are using dragonglass too. And the very few with their rare iron, they must have considered it magic– no wonder it became part of a crown! And then the Last Hero somehow got a sword of dragonsteel– even more magic–and saved the world.
Though interestingly the Others may hate cold iron, but it can’t kill them. See them checking out Waymar Royce’s sword before approaching him, it’s only regular steel. Iron defends, but dragonsteel, Valyrian steel, that’s the game-changer.
#asoiaf meta#asoiaf#a song of ice and fire#rosesandrenaissance#replies#lannister thoughts#winterfell#the others#the war for the dawn#iron#oak and iron#oak#dawn#house dayne#endgame#asoiaf speculation
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