every july. every fucking july this post gets reblogged to shit. why. why does this god forsaken website love egg. i gave egg a voice in 2013 and it always comes back. i try to forget egg. i bury egg as far as i can but somehow someone always finds fucking egg post. this post could be dead for months but it always managed to come back like some sort of zombie egg. enough egg. no more egg. fuck eg
there are some movies where people will be like “I think it needed more female characters :/” but I think the lack of female characters makes complete sense because this is dumbass guy behavior. this is a fool’s plot that the average woman would have handled better or totally avoided. the hubris of men was a core element of the film. not that women cannot be blinded by their own hubris but there is a reason guys are more likely to die in bizarre freak ‘accidents’. I say this as a man. it’s why horror movies with a final girl make sense, the average 22 year old guy would be sooooo certain he could take the slasher in combat and die badly.
I wish I could make white people(and not just white Americans) understand how diverse the pre-columbian Americas were. The history, religion, culture, politics was at least as complex as Europe's. There was the full gamut of religions, from monotheists to animists to ancestral religions. There were city building empires, village farmers, nomadic traders, and so many other ways to live. This is all just based on what we know, the fragments left behind and the stories of survivors of an apocalyptic plague. All this before the most extended campaign of genocide in history was waged in an attempt to wipe out those survivors.
Over 500 years spent trying to cut down a whole trunk of human culture.
Do you understand how much poorer our whole species is because of it? Can you imagine where art, religion, and science would be if we still had these vast bodies of knowledge? The stain of the colonial project will never be fully washed clean. We owe more than just the land to those we stole from. We owe them a whole future, a future that could have been brighter for all of us. If only greed and fear weren't allowed to rule this land.
Okay for the ask game: 2, 4, and 20 for Scott Goldsmith?
(for this ask game!) the goldsmith himself...
2. Favorite canon thing about this character?
okay here's a canon thing about him - he doesn't incite the calling him sire thing, and I find that fascinating. because like. you'd expect someone in his role in the story to insist upon that kind of stuff, but he doesn't! it's some very notable characterization that he is confused by pyro calling him that, but doesn't correct it (saying something like if someone's being respectful I'm not gonna change that). really points to his whole "oh I didn't do this, you started it. not my fault that you perceive me this way" thing!
4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?
hit video game detective beebo because I think ángel valdivia and/or oliver beebo and/or marigold margulis would kill that guy. put scott goldsmith in the gallery with infinite looping rooms. I wanna watch him squirm
20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?
why am I thinking morcant. probably bloodlines' fault since that made aric and morcant friends. morcant and his awful evil vampire lord friends that he goes golfing with. especially post canon when scott's promised to not make more trouble for the organization to clean up, I could see them matching each other's freak. abolish hates this because he already has to see scott for work, can morcant stop inviting him over?? and morcant chuckles and is like well I'm bringing your work to you ^_^
For @dumarasblog (edited with requester’s permission)
sometimes it is the simplest prompts that spiral out into the longest fics haha. Sorry there’s not actually that much simping in this, but I think the vibe is still there.
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Scott had been looking forward to the event, obviously. It was to be the first proper vampiric social gathering he'd attended since his reawakening and escape from Oakhurst, so of course he was eager to make a statement. Shelby had been over the moon when he had formally requested she attend at his side. He spent weeks tracking down a suitable tailor, and paid handsomely for their outfits. Dripping in crimson and gold, they were the very picture of vampiric nobility.
He hired a sleek black carriage to take them to the Withersea Estate, timing their arrival to the perfect end of fashionably late. The resulting gasps and second looks from the gathered nobility as the crier announced Lord Scott and Lady Shelby Goldsmith reminded Scott exactly why he loved events like this. To be able to command the attention of a crowd, with only the effort of a perfectly planned appearance, was a special kind of thrill he couldn't get anywhere else. He smiled as Shelby clumsily took his arm, and he guided them into the grand hall of the estate, glowing as he felt every single set of eyes on him. God, he had missed this.
The event itself was nothing special. Lord Withersea was minor nobility, though it seemed he had bettered his prospects somewhat during Scott's slumber, judging by the amount of sycophants gathered around him as Scott approached. Of course, all of them turned their attention to him, the moment he entered the room, which old Withersea was visibly less than pleased by. Scott kept his smile demure and regal, but inside he was giddy with wicked excitement.
"Lord Withersea," Scott said, as he approached the evening's host. He gave a small bow, something suitable enough to show respect, but still make it clear he knew that Withersea was well beneath his own personal position. Withersea returned the bow deeply, though Scott caught the way the man's brow scrunched with displeasure just before he dipped his head.
"Lord Goldsmith," he replied. "I must admit I was… hesitant, to believe the rumours. I know I speak for all of us when I say I am beyond relieved to see you overcome your awful circumstances."
He made the statement sweepingly, knowing that the crowd's attention was firmly on the two of them. Scott made a show of placing a hand delicately on his own chest, perfectly performing gratitude.
"You honour me, Withersea," he said, before gently guiding Shelby forward. "May I introduce my dear Shelby, The Ruby of the New Goldsmith Coven."
Shelby preened at the title, one he had gifted her gladly when writing their RSVPs. He couldn't exactly introduce her as his roommate, after all.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Lady Goldsmith," Withersea said, gently taking her extended hand and placing a kiss on her knuckles. Scott watched Shelby contain a giggle.
"The pleasure is mine, Lord Withersea," she said in reply, just as Scott had instructed.
With introductions complete, Scott was already turning his attention outwards, sweeping his eyes over the room to take in as many faces as he could. He was six hundred years out of date on the political standings of the vampiric nobility. That was going to change, quickly. He gave Shelby's hand a small squeeze where it was resting on his arm, and then swept them both into the waiting crowd.
It took Scott two hours to notice him. Whether that was a comment on Scott's observation skills or on the man's ability to go unnoticed, Scott was unsure. Probably the latter, given the little Scott knew about him. Scott had been in the middle of a dance with some minor Baron, whose name he had deliberately forgotten, when he caught a glimpse of a strangely familiar silhouette out the corner of his eye. It took two more spins and a dip before Scott had finally been able to get his body angled to a point he could actually see who it was. Standing demurely beside a noble Scott could almost remember — something-vale, he was pretty sure — was none other than Abolish Veylocke.
Despite the near decade that had passed since they had walked out of Oakhurst, Abolish looked almost entirely unchanged. His face was almost expressionless — though Scott saw his careful eyes scanning the room — and was as smooth and unblemished as Scott remembered. His posture was perfect, shoulders square, arms folded neatly behind his back. The noble he was at the shoulder of was engaged in a lively conversation with him, but Abolish was giving nothing in return.
The moment the song ended and Scott could separate from his partner, he did so, and quickly moved to the side of the room. He picked a spot by one of the tables lined with prepared goblets of blood, plucking one for himself and taking a long drink as he kept his eyes on Abolish. Though his features had not changed since Scott had last seen him, his outfit certainly had.
Abolish had worn a suit, obviously, during those early days in Oakhurst, but that had been a simple uniform. A disguise, something to give him enough of a backstory to make him surprisingly forgettable. The suit he was wearing for this event was far from simple. His uniform in Oakhurst had been well fitting, but this suit was tailored to crisp perfection. It was a gorgeous midnight blue velvet, trimmed with pearls and silver chains. The tailcoat was buttoned closed, so only showed a glimpse of the embroidery on his waistcoat beneath. Scott's eyes traced the lines of swirling florals, shimmering in the candlelight in a way that suggested the thread was at least partially genuine spun silver. Underneath the dove grey pants, Abolish was wearing perfectly polished boots that Scott recognised as the same kind he had worn in Oakhurst, and he knew that the delicate tips distracted the eye from the way they laced firmly over his ankle. Scott could not see any weapons on him, but he had the distinct feeling that Abolish was not the sort to go anywhere without at least one blade on him.
Scott could not drag his eyes away. Of all the people he thought he might encounter that night, he had not even thought to consider the young hunter. He had not spared a thought for Abolish since they had parted ways at Oakhurst's borders, beyond the looming reminder that Scott was supposed to be 'doing good'. He had been, of course, so there had been no need for him to think about Abolish. And yet, here he was, dressed to the nines and blending in perfectly with vampiric nobility. Scott took another long drink of his blood, and began to form a plan.
He pulled at his memory, trying to place the noble that was in comfortable conversation with Abolish. When the name finally came to him, Scott felt himself smile. He had his opening line, and that was all he needed.
Before he made his approach, he quickly checked on Shelby. Thankfully, she was happily talking the ear off a pretty young noble who was very obviously smitten, so Scott was able to focus fully on the task at hand. He finished his drink, placed the empty goblet down, and suppressed the giddy grin that wanted to break across his features. In a few deliberate strides, he crossed the room, and approached his target.
"Lord Thornvale, isn't it?" he asked with a dainty tilt of his head. He kept his eyes firmly on the noble, as if he hadn't even noticed Abolish at his side. He could just make out his expression out the corner of his eye, but he wasn't surprised to see it unchanged.
"Ah, Lord Goldsmith, I was hoping you'd be in attendance," the noble said, offering a polite bow. He had the appearance and mannerisms of an old man, and the sky blue colour of his eyes suggested he lingered much closer to humanity than was to Scott's tastes, but he held himself with a poise that was well suited to the environment they were in. He was very clearly quite an ancient vampire, likely older than Scott by a significant amount. Under the regality, though, there was a spark of something… mischievous. Scott gave a bow in return.
"I have dearly missed being able to attend these events," he said airily. "Though I was asleep for the majority of that time, so I dare say everyone must have missed me more than I was able to miss them."
Thornvale chuckled at that, and Scott flashed him a winning smile.
"I am sure the nobility was bereft in your absence," Thornvale replied easily. "But enough small talk, Lord Goldsmith. You must forgive me, I am going to have to foil your plans."
Scott's grin faded, as a matching one spread across Thornvale's features. With a sweeping motion, the man reached out and placed a hand on Abolish's shoulder.
"I'm sure you had some grand notion of trying to trick Abolish into giving himself away, but I regret to inform you that he is not here on business," Thornvale continued. Scott let his eyes move over to take in Abolish's reaction to that statement. He had expected the usual neutral, unbothered expression, so was quite surprised to see a genuine scowl on the young hunter's face. The fact he had a soft smudge of kohl at the corners of his eyes only served to make the expression all the more deadly. And gorgeous.
"And here I thought Abolish did nothing for pleasure," Scott cooed. Abolish's scowl deepened.
"Do I look pleased, Goldsmith?" Abolish said, a surprising amount of intonation in his words. Scott tilted his head again to regard him, tongue pressed up to his own fangs in an attempt to restrain his grin.
You look ready to murder everyone in this room, he thought, finally spotting the vague outline of a dagger at Abolish's hip.
"You look gorgeous," he said instead. There was a tick in Abolish's steady heartbeat, though his face twisted with a hint of disgust. "Though it's a bit of a statement to be wearing so much silver at an event like this. You'll scare people off from wanting to dance with you."
"Good," Abolish said flatly, and Scott laughed as if he had meant it as a joke.
"Well it's a good thing that it takes more than a bit of silver to scare me," Scott drawled. He raised a hand delicately between them in offer.
"May I have this dance, Master Veylocke?" he asked sweetly. Abolish's eyes narrowed, and once again there was a faint flicker in his heart beat. Scott's grin widened.
He had Abolish trapped. Scott had remained the centre of attention for the length of the evening, all the nobles keeping him at least in their periphery. By the end of the night, everyone in attendance would know that Abolish had been invited to dance by Lord Goldsmith. If he accepted, he would simply be seen as another noble swept up by Scott's charms, and promptly forgotten about. If he refused, it would be the defining moment of the event. Scott could see by Abolish's expression that he wanted nothing more than to refuse. Nothing, except to be forgotten by the gathered elite.
"Don't be shy now, Abolish," Lord Thornvale said with a fond grin, breaking the stalemate. With the hand that was still on Abolish's shoulder, Thornvale gave a gentle nudge, and Abolish visibly bit his tongue.
"I'd be honoured, Lord Goldsmith," he said, looking like a vampire chewing on garlic. He placed his hand on Scott's waiting one. His trademark white cotton glove from Oakhurst had been traded out for fine black leather ones. Scott could still feel the warmth of his skin beneath them.
He smiled wickedly as he lead them out onto the floor. This was going to be a very fun evening.
My current fave crossfangs vibe is Scott being an absolute menace and Abolish being so pissed off. One because Scott is being a menace, and two because why is that working for him????
For the miss apo kuna and the ask game numbers 5 19 and 23 :D
(for this ask game!) miss apo kuna herself....
5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?
you ask as I'm listening to my apo playlist... hm well I've been listening to run rabbit all day today because of this animation so that's on there now! like
these bits especially. it's like they're singing to me
19. How about a relationship they have in canon that you don't like?
maybe I'd feel differently if I rewatched the series but I don't like how sausage and apo panned out........ the way he literally celebrated when he thought she died. it's just not fun to watch. like cleo and apo are at least really compelling narratively (maybe I'd get the same vibe if I watched sausage's pov idk) even when my skin crawls at some of the stuff cleo tells apo but with sausage it's just unreasonably mean (sausage says something like "exactly silly! you have to die. they want to cure me more than they want to keep you alive ^_^") and apo gets unusually uncaring with him because of it ("sausage is dead to me"). she didn't mean to turn him both in and out of universe and it doesn't really lead to anywhere fun for me. like her being a sire on accident makes sense because I can't easily see her turning someone intentionally, but then cleo insists it had to be intentional and I don't like itttttttttt
23. Favorite picture of this character?
I shared her 😒 face a while back so here's a different one
