Moth :D

eating one sweater at a time she/her (Pfp by @gender-premium-tm :D)

[sweater-town-lore]

I’m in.

hello!! I’m Moth :D my pronouns are she/her. I’ve been lurking here for a while and finally made an account, I’ve entered the mainframe.

Multifandom! I’ll probably be jumping all over the place, so don’t expect consistency lmao

I’m a writer (whenever I actually sit down and decide to write more than 3 paragraphs) I might talk about my different stories and OCs on here!

[gender-premium-tm]

attack on Yanderedile ft. mouse!!

reblogs>>>likes

[itsmarsiart]

THAISHA BY NIGHT

Thaisha is the only one I'm not super settled on clan. I was thinking possibly Gangrel with the connection to nature and travelling, possibly Salubri (though I have not drawn a third eye), even one of the higher clans to represent the Lloy standing. She could be another kind of Shapeshifter in the wod world but we're doing all Kindred. Either way she.

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

always some new bullshit in the ocean

[local-demon-in-your-area]

Why is it always orcas or dolphins

Why can't a salmon do some bullshit for once

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

worry not ☝️ they're doing coke

[sweater-town-lore]

hello people who know me through leo, I hope I’ve made a good first impression with my ability to ramble about the silly characters on my screen

[sweater-town-lore]

What’s the deal with Harondus Einfasen?

I’d like to preface by saying that a large part of this is just observations and red string, but this guys been sticking out to me the whole time so bear with me lmao. This got very long and very convoluted very quickly.  I’m sure much of this has already been pointed out and theorized on before, to which I commend my fellow lore nerds :D I’d just like to highlight the collective conspiracy board while we wait for campaign 4 to return.

(Also it’s very possible I’ve gotten facts and timelines wrongs so you can treat everything with a grain of salt lol) 

Lord Harondus Einfasen is an oddball when it comes to the Sundered Houses. He’s a nephew, not even an heir, but arguably one of the people most involved in the noble politics and schemes in Dol-Makjar. He and Lady Cormoray are similar in that regard, and I might make a post for her whole deal once I get enough info. 

What makes Harondus particularly interesting, I think, is how closely he’s been working with the Halovars. Romina, in her conversation with Hal in the Seven Stars, specifically mentioned that relationships between Einfasen (Harondus, as she was specifically working at the Stalhkeep) and the Halovars were positive. Yanessa came to him about Wick going missing, and he and Filoneus might as well have each other on speed dial the way they talk together so much. When it comes to Halovar business in Dol-Makjar, Harondus is almost always involved. Out of all the Sundered Houses, Einfasen and Halovar are the most dialed into the city. 

The Upheaval Revolutionary Guard 

When Harondus came into authority over the Guard, he almost immediately fired over half of them because, supposedly, that money could be better used elsewhere in the city. Immediately filling this vacant role in the city were both Einfasen soldiers and a large amount of Halovar mercenaries: the Sons of the Dawn. In King of Cards, Romina commented that she overheard Filoneus and Harondus discussing the Sons of the Dawn, and that “there was to be a delay on one of Lord Einfasen’s plans” until the Halovars could get enough money together to pay for all the mercenary contracts. With this maneuver, Harondus and the Halovars effectively control the majority of the city’s “law enforcement”, aka Sundered House henchmen. 

Where’s Wick?

When Yanessa came to Harondus about the frustrations about Wick’s disappearance, Romina said how it registered to her as “honest” rather than the typical Sundered House Special of going “heyyyyy can you help us with this :))) promise we won’t backstab you after.” This doesn’t confirm that Yanessa was being truthful (I doubt she 100% was), but given Romina’s experience working under the Einfasen, it’s worth noting her judgement. Yanessa trusts Harondus enough to discuss Wick’s disappearance, before it was revealed to anyone, even as a lie, publicly. 

The Hallowed Round

In The Vanishing, Harondus ordered that Azune keep a strict eye on Hallowed Round, specifically Halandil’s adherence to the licenses and the company’s use of magic. He was told to handle them with extreme prejudice. This aligns with what we’ve seen from the Halovars, the benefactors of the Hallowed Round, who’ve been looking to control and censor both the Round’s materials and use of magic beyond the power of “the Light.” There’s also something to be said with Harondus’ focus on monitoring usage of magic in the city, with him being involved in investigations involving the Arcane Marshals and having them double their efforts in searching for “arcane threats.”

The Assassination of King Gus

Both the Halovars and Harondus were in attendance for the gala, and we can assume that they were involved together in the assassination attempt. Harondus hosted the Argosian envoy who followed Gus to Dol-Makjar, and it was one of the Argosian delegates in Harondus’ entourage that was responsible for mind controlling Gus’ druid. It’s clear that the Halovars wanted Gus gone, or at least place him in danger, and Harondus helped to facilitate that via hosting the Argosians. Harondus also had Azune and his team look at the crime scene, people he trusts are in his pocket. I’m unsure who they’re gonna try to solidly pin the assassination attempt on, because there’s the idea that it was the Lana Strossa, but even then there’d still be a strong connection to Argosia. That might be me looking at through a meta standpoint, though. I think the attempt on Yanessa as well was to dissuade the idea that this was fully an Argosia vs Gus thing? Not sure.

Do I think Harondus is 100% with the Halovars? No, absolutely not. I’m pretty sure it’s a means to an end kind of thing. When he asked Azune if he was a member of the Candescent Creed and was told no, he said “Very Good” in the most smug scheming voice ever, and encouraged that lie to continue. Azune told Filoneus that he was a member of the Creed, and Filoneus saw fit to share that to Harondus immediately. Harondus cornered Azune about it less than 24 hours later. If they were 100% allies, I don’t see why Harondus would be concerned if Azune was a man of faith. Unless, ofc,  he wanted to make sure his loyalties lied solely with him. Having Azune as a double agent benefits him, as he can continue collaboration with the Halovars while still being able to check them.  

Also, side note about that particular meeting, but what was up with that perception check? When Harondus pressing Azune about his involvement in the falconers rebellion and asking him if he knew anything about the people (probably halovar) vouching for him, Brennan asked for a perception check. Luis rolled a 6, to which Brennan then also asked if he had Divine Sense up. Azune doesn’t have that ability (more sorcerer than paladin), and the conversation carried on, the perception check too low. But why would Divine Sense be relevant? They were in the Palazzo Davinos during the investigation, so it’s possible that it was just about another piece of evidence relating to the massacre. Maybe a leftover undead presence in the hall, something Tachonis related. Or, and hold onto this red string with me here, there was some kind of celestial or fiendish signature. I can think of a House that deals with both celestials and fiends, that might have also just been  implied in Harondus’ questioning. Food for thought. 

Halovar isn’t the only house I think Harondus has been scheming about. This is where I get into a bit more “hear me out” territory, now that we’re how many paragraphs in that we are. This was not meant to be this long.

Anyhow, everyone’s favorite edgelords: the Tachonis. There’s the clear connection with Harondus asking Azune to build a case against the Tachonis to present to the Einfasen House at the Stalhkeep, but that’s just it. Harondus only started pushing about the Tachonis once the rest of the Einfasen got to Dol-Makjar, and the need for a case became a sudden priority. In Council of Heroes, Harondus said: “I am afraid I must be rude to you, because the timeline for that case that I am very glad to hear you have been building has just moved up considerably.” Harondus had been planning for Azune to make a case against the Tachonis, but I don’t think it was ever meant to be this soon. The only reason Azune was as prepared as he was was because he and the Schemers had already been collecting (and planting) evidence against the Tachonis. None of that was specifically directed by Harondus, if I remember correctly. 

I believe Harondus has the goal of restricting the Tachonis, but I think he intended for that to be further down the timeline. Until then, I think he was willing to collaborate or at least be neutral with them.

The Tachonis were looking for Mara the Wing, a wild-shaped druid in the form of a falcon. They had her captured about a day and a half after Thjazi’s execution (Thjazi was executed in the morning on day 1, Davinos Massacre happened the night of day 2.) Sometime around this period, the falcons were cleared from Falcons Rest, and Romina had to clean a bunch of falcon shit out of Einfasen uniforms. It’s not confirmed if this was in search of Mara, or if they were actually trying to help the Tachonis, but there is that possibility.

Another interesting thread between Harondus and the Tachonis comes from the discussion in the Einfasen carriage. While the other Einfasens were pushing for an active push back against the Tachonis (with Azune stirring the pot by bringing up the shapers war), Harondus was actively trying to dissuade Otto from following through with it. He was alarmed by Azune’s comment, and had to do damage control by bringing up how the Tachonis’ magic and power was necessary for the alliance, and that the Einfasen didn’t currently have the strength to fight them and win.  He may agree with the idea of defeating the Tachonis, but to rush into it now would spell disaster. He’s been slowly building his own strength and stability in Dol-Makjar, and I don’t think he wants to risk that yet.

We learned in episode 2 that Harondus’ identity is built of one monolithic cube saying “of course I should be in charge” with everything else layered on that. In the convergence, we learned that he lived around 20 years thinking that he’d inherit the seat of Einfasen, as the only heir. Then that got thrown on its head, and now he’s the odd one out among his family. But he has a seat in the Chamber of Lords-Advisory, the allyship of one of the strongest Sundered Houses, and the entire city of Dol-Makjar under his watch. 

When asked about Einfasens response to the chaos among the Sundered Houses, with Wick’s disappearance and the Royce’s sudden “trip to Faerie”, she said, “In my time working with the Einfasen, responses are delayed until they can be overwhelming.” Otto wants to gather strength before they can “crush the skull,” and we can only imagine what Harondus’ plans are.

In any case, someone get Azune out of there asap because his ass is one (1) low roll away from doom. Romina even more so, she’s more at risk of the Greta treatment. 

[wanderinsect]

🫩 no i don't think those characters are siblings i think they're friends. I don't think that's their mom I actually think she's their friend. I don't think they're related actually I think they're friends with each other.

[gender-premium-tm]

arazia for Goodleg!

reblogs>>>likes

[redjennies]

I'm honestly pretty excited for any upcoming Murray and Tyranny interactions, particularly because Tyranny has these new demon lore leads to pursue and Murray's whole character arc so far leads me to believe she will make a good scene partner for someone who seems unserious on the surface but deep down has the sort of initiative we've seen out of Tyranny. between her own personality and her interactions with Demodus, Murray's almost primed to be someone who might see Tyranny as more than her initial appearance, and Tyranny could really benefit from someone who will both be straight with her and take her seriously.

[ominous-signs]

Do you believe in ghosts?

No, and I don’t get why others do

I can see why others would, but I don’t

In theory yes, in actuality no

Neutral/I have no actual opinion on the matter

In theory no, in actuality yes

I can see why others wouldn’t, but I do

Yes and I don’t get why others don’t

Bald ghost

Remaining time: 3 days 13 hours

[sweater-town-lore]

I’d love to talk about the characters of the book I want to write (if I ever do) (remains to be seen) but that requires them to actually have like. Concrete personalities and names and goals. So I gotta figure that out first but unfortunately: scary

[athenas-only-daughter]

i miss c4. i miss my wife (critical role campaign 4). when will my wife (critical role campaign 4) come home.

[sweater-town-lore]

very excited for the new tables because I feel like I can already see the train wreck on the horizon.

The new Schemers table? I think they’ll be mostly fine. I can see some tension rising over the fact that the OG’s (Hal, Murray, Azune) have been walking a verrrrry precarious line between all the powers in the city, and have settled more or less into the intricacies of their clandestine operations. And then there’s Tyranny and Wick, and while they CAN lie and can lie well, they still have a bit of catch up to do. I can absolutely see some drama between Wick and Murray, too. Maybe Hal. 

Then you have the Seekers, following in the tradition of being one (1) situation away from absolutely tearing into each other. We’ve got Thimble, Occtis, and Kattigan on the buddies-with-Thjazi side, and on the “this guy STINKS” side we’ve got Julien, Bolaire, and Vaelus (vaelus maybe less so, she understands the purpose for stealing the Stone of Nightsong, but I can’t imagine it feels any better). Let alone the fact that Thjazi might as well be With Them In The Room.

And then of course Mr. Tachonis, of which his family name means something personal to almost everyone else in the group. Not that I think anyone blames Occtis, but there’s still that bit of tension that led to many a snappy word in episodes past.

It’s so messy. Bolaire and Thimble? Occtis and Vaelus? Kattigan and Julien’s whole deals? Either they come out better or they come out worse than where they started, but either way I feel like something’s gotta give.

And then there’s Thaisha, going over the river and through the woods to grandmother’s house. I’m simultaneously excited and very scared for her. I’d like to see how she balances the weight of her order’s values and how they intersect with her own, and how much the new relationships and experiences she’s had with the other characters might affect that.

I don’t know if these people need a get along shirt or a fighting pit but either way I hope to see more chaos on the roller coaster. 

[zehecatl]

for writing requests…. what about simon seeing the gale cliffs serpent for the first time? i think it would be really fun since yknow. resemblances :)

hehehehe, ask that has me evilly rubbing my hands together and crackling. because you're right. resemblances

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"What were we looking for again?"

The sun has set. The day has turned to night, and the sky has gone dark. The Gale Cliffs, Simon is finding, is a haunted place. The wind howls through the rocks, sings ominous notes, and though they make the hairs at the back of his neck raise, skin prickling with unease, there is a certain beauty to them, too.

The Fisherman is quiet beside him. Focused. He has his head cocked slightly, eyes narrowed at the sea, and they're floating near the cliffs, the outline of a shipwreck dark in the waves below them. The Fisherman had suggested he stay with the Merchant tonight, but Simon had been- is- curious. The cliffs are tightly packed, and despite the night, the sky is bright with stars. In the corners of the cliffs, with the mourning howl of the wind, it feels like something special.

And, really, he hadn't wanted to stay back.

The Fisherman hadn't asked him if he was sure- had accepted it, simple as that, and then they had left, the sky darkening slowly as they departed, and despite the languid pace of it all, Simon finds himself at ease.

There is something grounding, about this. About the soft swaying of the boat, the Fisherman's quiet presence, the sky, brimming with stars.

"A conger eel," the Fisherman explains. "They only come out at night."

"Why?" he asks, leaning his weight against the railing, watching the waves sway against each other. Despite the sound of the wind, it's a still night. Peaceful.

"They're nocturnal," the Fisherman says, and then, whip quick, rears the fishing rod back- reels it in. A dark shape breaks the waves, twisting and turning and fighting its fate, and Simon watches the Fisherman haul it in, unhook it, and toss it aside with the others in one practised motion.

It's impressive. Still.

The Fisherman recasts his line- leaves it for a moment, to check the fish, humming quietly below his breath, a thoughtful little noise. Simon watches him, and then turns his gaze aside- back to the sea, the dark of it, and despite the close walls, the tight corners, Simon doesn't feel the slow crackling of claustrophobia, of fear.

It helps, he thinks, that if he tilts his head back, the stars are right there.

A sound. Something moving, fast, and Simon furrows his brow- cocks his head, turning slowly, trying to catch the source of the sound. It's not quite loud, but the waves are so still, the sound of something breaking through them echoes, hits his ear.

"Fisher-"

The boat tips.

Simon yelps- hits the railing, hard, the deck disappearing beneath his feet and sending him stumbling, back smarting and head spinning, and the Fisherman curses, loud, suddenly right there, at his side, a hand coming to grip his elbow.

"Hurry," he says, sharp, and tugs Simon forward- the boat is swaying, and the cliffs are shaking, rumbling, exhaling like a great beast, and nearby, so close Simon can almost feel it as his neck, is a great, big, sigh.

His feet slides on the deck. Water sprays. The Fisherman's grip is iron, and he moves with purpose, and Simon stumbles after him- nearly slips more than once, the deck wet and moving beneath him, but somehow, some way, they're at the cabin, and the Fisherman is throwing open the door, is pushing him aside, and Simon twists, catches himself in the doorway as the Fisherman moves to the console, and out the open door, the sky dark and looming, he spots it.

An eye. A body. Teeth.

Something meets his gaze, and sees him.

(come home, the ocean calls and the blood sings and the waves crest above his head and he is drowning, he is always drowning, a box sinking to the bottom of everything, small and enclosed and Simon cannot breathe-)

The boat moves.

The roar of the engine, and everything slips, slides- Simon's shoulder slams into the doorway, and he pushes himself backwards, breath hitching in his chest, feet stumbling. A sound, loud, echoing, angry, and the back of his knees hits the bed, and he goes down.

"Hold on!" the Fisherman yells, voice raised, and Simon scrambles backwards, keeps on going till he hits the walls, and wedges himself into the corner, hand coming down to clutch white-knuckled at the bedding.

Simon- stops. For a while.

The world closes in on him, presses down, and Simon is aware, distantly, of moving. Of the Fisherman's voice, sharp and somehow still steady, and he is aware of the sound of something, something big and angry and hungry, and he curls as small as he can, shoves his legs to his chest and his face into his knees, and fights the way his chest has gone impossibly tight.

Everything swims around him. There's a heat at his neck, crawling up his spine, and there's the smell of blood in his nose. The taste of it, on his lips. The stench of it, all around him, pressing him small and drowning him whole, and Simon squeezes his eyes shut, clutching at the blanket beneath him, and tries to remember that he isn't there. He isn't.

(it had watched him. it had known him, seen him, whispered to him, talked to him, it had cracked his skull apart and found every soft spot, had called his name so kindly)

(Simon, it whispers, still. come home, Simon. come home.)

His arm shakes. His head aches. He gasps for air, and it comes out wet, and he's drowning, he's dying, he's back in the sub and he's never coming out, they welded him in there and left him for death-

"Simon."

He flinches. Smacks the back of his head and the line of his shoulders into the wall, and he whines- chokes on the sound, shaking his head, thinking, no, no, not again.

The bed- the bed?- dips beside him. A quiet exhale. A presence, at his side.

No one was there, in the sub.

It was just him, and the ocean. Endless and so very hungry.

"You're okay."

It's spoken with such certainty. The voice is steady. Grounding.

He wants to deny it. Wants to shake his head, because how can he be? He's drowning. He's dying. He was always meant to die, from the moment he was born, from the moment the stars winked out and everything became so very dark, from the moment his Mother handed him a knife and laid his fate at his feet. How could he ever live, with that around his neck? How could he survive, that small enclosed space? How could he be okay?

The voice doesn't repeat itself. But it sits there, beside him, steady and calm, and Simon sniffs. Feels the haze disappear, slowly, the fear unsticking itself from the roof of his mouth, the caverns of his skull. He isn't dead. He isn't even in pain, outside of a thudding in his head that probably has more to do with the panic attack, than any actual injury.

He's- fine.

A hand to his face. Rubbing at his eyes, the wet of his cheeks, and he exhales, slowly. Blinks.

"What-" his voice croaks. Breaks, easy, and the Fisherman makes a soft, steadying sound, and Simon sighs, knuckles at his eyes. Everything aches. There's a tension in his body he can't unwind, and he feels vaguely disconnected, like his body isn't his own.

"There was a monster," the Fisherman says.

"A what?"

"Don't worry about it."

He twists in place. Stares at the Fisherman, the dark of his face, the way he doesn't look at him- it sets his teeth on edge. "Fuck that," he snaps, and though his voice comes out angry, the emotion winks out immediately. He's tired. "What do you mean a monster?"

The Fisherman doesn't look at him.

"We'll talk about it tomorrow," he says, patient. Like Simon is a child. Like he's being unreasonable.

"No," he says, and he tries to sound steady, to sound angry, to find his teeth in his mouth and bare them- but the exhaustion hits him hard, and it just comes out petulant, weak.

"Simon," the Fisherman does look at him, then. "I promise."

Simon thins his lips. Keeps the Fisherman's gaze, and he doesn't like the look in his eyes, doesn't like the way the shadows crawl across his face, but-

"You promise," he echoes, a statement, instead of a question.

The Fisherman nods.

Simon sighs. Slumps, bonks his head gently against the wall, and there's a shake in his body, a tremor he can't keep in check. He blinks, and the shape of it flashes across his vision, and maybe- maybe he can trust that.

"Okay," he says, weak, and the Fisherman squeezes his knee, the touch like a brand, but in a way that has Simon wishes it'd never end, that the Fisherman would lay his hand on his chest and burn him from the inside out, but then it is gone, and the Fisherman has moved back to the console, and Simon flops down into the bed, curls his hand to his chest, and clutches at the fabric of a sweater not his own.

There's a whisper, in the back of his mind.

He doesn't want to listen to it.

"I'm taking us back to the Merchant," the Fisherman says, and Simon closes his eyes, and can't find the energy to acknowledge him.

He's tired. He's so, so, tired.

[sweater-town-lore]

pieces of mango leading me to a suspiciously shiny mango underneath a propped cardboard box

[wingkink]

btw it's so fucking stupid you can be anxious physically in your body even after you've decided mentally you don't care. I'm supposed to be in charge here

[creepygnocchi]

if Mumford & Sons existed in Aramán I think 17-year-old Azune would have listened to Little Lion Man on repeat every night in his tent and cried. And I think Teor would eventually go up to him and say "you are not little lion man" and it would just make Azune cry harder because now he thinks he accidentally offended Teor. And Teor would panic and say "no no I meant you are not metaphorical little lion man, I didn't think you thought you were an actual lion man." Which, of course, would just make Azune even more upset because he feels guilty that he thought Teor would not understand the metaphor. And eventually he'd just be lying on the ground ugly sobbing while Teor is patting his back and saying "I wish to kill Mumford and all of his Sons"

[creepygnocchi]

not that anyone asked for further analysis but I think Kattigan would introduce Azune to Bruce Springsteen but instantly regret it because Azune would just listen to Nebraska on loop. he tells Teor "If I have to listen to Atlantic City one more time we'll find out whether everything that dies someday comes back." And Teor says "is still better than listening to the eh eh oh Bastille song every day, no?"

Thjazi keeps trying to get him into Green Day but Azune will only listen to Wake Me Up When September Ends and Boulevard of Broken Dreams