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me reclining in diamonds and a black velvet dress with a slit up the side on a red velvet couch covered in silk handkerchiefs with a crystal glass full of the finest liquor in one hand and the other thrown over my eyes in elegant anguish: iâm sick
Every other country in Thedas: Control of government changes hands through political maneuvering, assassinations, and occasionally outright war.Â
Ferelden nobility, gathered in a big crowd around two people swinging swords at each other: FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!
Fashion Rats
DO A MAKE UP!
PAINT THE HER NAILS!
WHAT
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itâs october 3rd so mean girls as a 90âs anime đđđâš
workshopping a YA novel where the government divides everyone into social classes based on whether they like cilantro or think it tastes like soap
on their 12th birthday everyone has to try cilantro for the first time in front of the whole community and report back on their opinion so they can be properly categorized and she says âitâs okay i guessâ and she gets dragged offstage by the pro-cilantro government militia
this is a fundamentally unsympathetic protagonist
There is a specific and terrifying difference between ânever wereâ monsters and âare not anymoreâ monsters
âThe thing that was not a deerâ implies a creature which mimics a deer but imperfectly and the details which are wrong are what makes it terrifying
âThe thing that was not a deer anymoreâ on the other hand implies a thing that USED to be a deer before it was somehow mutated, possessed, parasitically controlled or reanimated improperly and what makes THAT terrifying is the details that are still right and recognizable poking out of all the wrong and horrible malformations.
hey I totally fucked up and forgot the 3rd type, which is âIs Not Anymore And Maybe Never Wasâ monsters âThe thing which was no longer a deer and maybe never wasâ implies a creature that, at first glance, completely appears to be a deer, but over time degrades very slowly until you realize (probably too late) that it is not a deer anymore, and had you seen it in this state first, you wouldnât have recognized it as a deer at all, and thereâs a decent chance that it was never actually a deer to begin with but only a very good mimic, and what makes this one scary is the slow change from everything being right to everything being wrong, happening slowly enough that you donât even notice it until its too late, as well as the fact that something now so clearly not a deer could have fooled you to begin with.
No idea if this commentary adds anything or not but since monsters are generally couched in terms of danger and threat, and therefore fear, in my mind these posts broke themselves down kinda like this:
The âwas not a deerâ monster speaks to fear born of deception, dangers that approach under the guise of familiarity, with varying levels of success to infiltrate the familiar before lashing out
The ânot a deer anymoreâ monster speaks to fear born of coercion. Whatever it is was once familiar and perhaps even comforting but through the action of another agent the familiar has become grotesque and dangerous.
The ââŠand maybe never was a deerâ monster speaks to fear born of self-doubt. Most people spend most of the time in a sense of vague assurance that theyâre doing the right thing, or at least a right thing, in the situation they find themselves in. This fear lies in the danger of *thinking* you understood, only to be eviscerated by the cruelty of ânoâŠyou were never correct, and this is your consequence.â
Yes this. Good analysis.Â
Actually, in light of this Iâd like to propose yet one more type of monster to this list. The monster is a deer. But you realize you were very, very wrong about what deer are like.
The deer itself has not changed, you were just wrong about deer from the very start.
This was horrifying to read while high and now I have an unhealthy fear of deer in general so thanks for that.
One day Edward gets a call from Jacob and heâs like âDUDE TURN ON GHOST ADVENTURES RIGHT NOW THEYâRE TALKING ABOUT YOUâ and theyâre in an old âhauntedâ Chicago hospital and Zak Bagans says âone of the victims of the Spanish influenza was a seventeen year old boy named Edward who disappeared with no trace one day. Will we come into contact with his spirit tonight?â And Edward of course has to sit down and watch the whole thing and every time they hear anything theyâre like âEDWARD? IS THAT YOU?â And Edward just yells at the screen âYEAH, MAYBEâ
The family eventually gets a whiteboard to keep track of how many times theyâve each been featured on a ghost hunting show. Alice is in the lead.
The Twilight Renaissance is not what I expected in 2019 but you know what? Fine.
Okay look. Stephanie Meyer contributed four (4) cool things to the contemporary fantasy genre, which I shall now list here in the hopes of getting it out of my system. In descending order of importance:
1. Writing a story about a girl who wants something. Plot driven by a womanâs (non-vilified) desire. Truly dreadful execution but still a good idea, sort of a literary incarnation of the âhe a little confused but he got the spiritâ meme.
2. The fact that when Bella becomes a vampire she can still breathe but âthereâs no relief tied to the actionâ which I remember verbatim because it fucking slapped. The idea of human physical sensations being partially defined by our mortality and the sensations still exist after you become undead but your experience of them is fundamentally different because you no longer need any of it? Extremely cool. The closest Meyer came to taking an interesting stance on vampires being dead.
3. Werewolves are immortal but they can literally stop whenever they want. That shitâs hilarious. Curse of immortality who.
4. The fact that vampires donât sleep or get tired so their communally-raised baby doesnât have a crib because she is always in someoneâs arms. That was extremely cute and thereâs a different, better book contained somewhere in that specific concept.
5. Depression being represented by like 6 blank chapters titled with months.
6. She broke with the trend of fantasy/horror writers being extremely hostile towards fanfiction, which was a big deal at the time.
âLetâs just make a quick drawing to cheer ourselves upâ
*Me, three hours later* âFuck.â
Yesterday I was looking at the FMA artbooks by Arakawa (I desperately want to buy the 3rd one but the shipping is so expensive to Chile T_T ) and thereâs one photo with Riza and a huge smile? I was like âBless this picture foreverâ like, we donât get to see her smiling that much, most of the time sheâs serious.
Also, I thought that maybe Hughes was carrying around a camera to take photos and he was the one who took some of them. (Itâs very plausible, I mean, look at all the photos he has of Elycia)
Bless her smile.
Fantasy Wardrobe: Fabrics
We often call clothes silk when they are satin, velvet where they are velveteen or we have no clue what weâre on about. So today letâs look at fabrics.
Laying down the law
Many renaissance/mediaeval societies governed over who could wear what. By adding these laws you had a layer of depth to your world.
Women and men could only be dressed n clothes benefiting their position
Female servants or their daughters could not wear veils costing more than twelve pence
Knightly families could not wear cloth of gold or sable fur or velvets
The wife or daughter of a labourer were not to wear clothes beyond a certain price or a girdle garnished with silver
Cloth of gold and purple silk only worn by the royal family. This goes for ermine.
The importation of silk and lace foreigners was prohibited when the kingdom produced those textiles.
Peasant Clothing (Beggars to Merchant classes)
Wool: This was the staple of much of the clothes owned by peasants. It was in supply and it wasnât as costly as most fabrics when undyed. It was also warm.
Linen: Forget about softness. Peasant linen was made of coarser weaves and flax. It was heavier than noble linen.
Cotton: A lightweight fabric used in hotter climates. It was softer than the linen and airier.
Fustian: heavy cloth woven from cotton, for menswear.
Leather: Leather was used for boots and shoes rather than killer jackets.
Nobility & Royalty
Cloth of Gold: Cloth made from woven threads of gold (very expensive)
Cloth of silver: cloth made from woven silver strands (very expensive)
Samite: a rich silk fabric woven with gold and silver threads
Tulle: A netting sort of material
Brocade: rich silk fabric with raised patterns sewn on it.
Cambresine: fine, lightweight linen
Cambric: thin white cotton or linen
Cypress: gauze made of cotton or silk
Damask: like brocade but the patterns are flat
Delaine : light wool/mixed wool and cotton
Lawn: sheer plain-woven cotton or linen
Sarsenet: fine and soft silk
Sateen: glossy cotton or wool
Satin: closely woven silk, shiny
Taffeta: Thickly woven silk
Velvet : piled fabric of silk, cotton or synthetic material
Velvetine: cotton with silk pile
Saxony: fine, delicate woollen fabric
Alençon Lace: intricate floral lace with three-dimensional corded detail sewn onto a fine tulle backing
Chantilly Lace: lightest of lace
Charmeuse: smooth, flowing, silk, cotton,
Chiffon: sheer and lightweight fabric
Crepe de Chine: thicker, lightly textured silk
Dupioni: crisp lusturous silk
Organza: sheer and lightweight fabric of very fine weave silk
Georgette: sheer fabric of silk
Guipure Lace: heavier lace
Designs
Embroidery: Patterns sewn on the fabric by thread
Appliqué: decorative fabric, often lace or floral motifs, sewn onto the main material
Embellishment: details such as beads, crystals, sequins, pearls
Trim: a line of material or fur that finishes off a hem or cuff.
Piping: a cord lining the fabric creating a ribbed look.
Colours
Here are the colours that you will catch your people wearing. Keep in mind that dyes had to be sourced and could be very expensive.
Peasant: brown, red or gray.
Nobility: Gold, silver, crimson or scarlet, deep indigo blue, violet colors and even deep black and pure white colors
Royalty: Purple
Furs
Mink: Soft and lightweight, silkly and glossy furs
Fox: Long, lustrous, colourful and easy to dye.
Ermine: White fur streaked with black (ONLY FOR ROYALTY)
Sable: long, luxurious, dense but light.
Wolf: thick, tough, warm but has a bad smell
Vair: fur from a red squirrel really only used for trimming.
The Signs and Ruin:
Aries: A city in the center of a great river. The bridges long destroyed, the hanging gardens overgrown. An ancient and forbidden place.Â
Taurus: Whats left of the old college. Taken by a summer flood and frozen in place when winter came. The basement library is still preserved under the ice.
Gemini: The prison ghetto. Eventually the slave ships stopped coming and the town overtook these hopeless stone walls. Cursed stone re-purposed into homes, basking in the light.
Cancer: A secluded, but stately manor. Iron gates still closed and sealed shut. The home within the walls is a burned husk. The garden flourishes in the ash.
Leo: A village left seemingly abandoned. The trees are all barren and fruitless. The sun seems dimmer here.Â
Virgo: The dry caldera. Spires of a great forge still jut from the rock at an odd angles, like the masts of a sinking ship. Ore flues clogged with stone cool as the spring air.
Libra: The remains of an aqueduct. Pillars of stone and masonry dotting the fields of wildflowers. Nobody can remember where they got the water from, or where it went.
Scorpio: The bay of kings. Stone colossi stand with blades thrust into the surf. Their faces have been worn smooth by the years. None of the fishermen remember their names.
Ophiuchus: Low structures cut in the canyon walls. Stairways and boulevards like the paths of the river below. The remnants of stakes for rope bridges.Â
Sagittarius: A tiny, crumbling amphitheater outside of town. A map of the heavens carved into the stage, carved by a different hand from the one who made the theater itself.
Capricorn: The city that tears the clouds, suspended between two mountains. Impossibly fine stonework, yet the windmills have long since rotted away. The air itself is thin here.
Aquarius: Dust storms on brass domes, spires overcome by sand. A low, ringing, song echoes over the dune seas. An elegy for something that should remain lost.
Pisces: Impossible walls of smooth, darkened stone jutting from the waves. Labyrinthine corridors wide enough for even the largest warships. Countless smashed hulls clog the unmapped waters.
Me: Says âowâ when my video game character is injured.
Also me: screaming or wailing while my video game character flees from danger.
This is also a big mood
if you want the rewards of being my lover you have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of zigazig ahÂ
i swear if someone referred to me as âmy loveâ iâd prolly die on the spot
Lol I donât think this would happen to me and quite frankly I Think if it happens to you there is a medical problem of some sorts causing you to die and you should go visit the hospitle immediately My wife calls me my love sometimes and I call her my awesome wife and we watch TV together and make food together however weâre both infertile now so donât think about whatever youâre thinkin about Lol okay well I guess you can but I disapprove of it, anyways if words ever make you die be careful because you might have Some kind of disease
WTF did I just read?!