#some rambling

[instellarorbit]

It irks me so much when people say that "ralsei cant be trans because they he wont be gnc", like just brushing past the thinly veiled transphobia, why is being trans not gnc? Like i'd honestly go as far to say that being trans is one of the most gnc things you can do! Like really, it is defying the gender expectations that society puts on you to do what makes you happy, and like i know its likely a lot just general transphobia, but it still feels like people are trying to strip that experiance away from trans people (myself very included) and it just makes me upset to see

[sagitauros]

I wasn't even thinking of lestappen but I handwrote part of a lestappen fic involving a cherry tree and its from the perspective of Charles???

To be frank, I don't love lestappen, it's okay but not my favorite either way (I'm sorry, but I just can't lie about liking lestappen because I'm not into that)

It also includes Jos denying Charles from coming over and stuff, then I was still thinking about gardener!Fernando and how well it fits for him. 'Cause, Fernando likes flowers. I think all (or at least, many) of us know that he does.

Though, gardener!Fernando probably won't be a prominent/repeating character throughout the story. I just decided to say that Sophie likes gardening and has a gardener to help her in the backyard-

Oh right, forgot to mention that I have this set when they were younger- Specifically around the time that they were karting, while I have no idea how Fernando would get involved with this so it's kind of why I didn't mention him by name in what I have at the moment.

The gardener!Fernando thing isn't my idea by the way, it's just a thing I saw on a fic where Fernando is a gardener and I really like the idea

@pen-far maybe you can draw gardener Fernando and some other driver(s) doing other things besides F1? 👀 (No pressure!)

It's amazing that gardener!Fernando does exist though, cause I think it inspired me to write this in the first place...

What I currently have for this story (word for word, what I have that was written on paper) ↓

I think I loved you before I knew. Before I knew, before I knew of you. Before I knew of you and me, together sitting under the cherry tree when we were younger.

It was your backyard, where your mother and the gardener would tend to the plants while your father tended to business matters relating to you and your career in karting.

Max, do you remember?

Do you actually remember you and I sitting under that cherry tree? Your parents sometimes let me come over, but sometimes I'd sneak over and be there with you anyway.

In some cases, your dad wouldn't let me come over if I got a better result than you. Same went for the other way around, but it was constantly your dad who had to give permission.

[oradblo]

Since I downloaded s2 and s3 for that gif post I have a question about Anissa

In s2 for me personally, she was evil, but like I think she believed that she was doing the right thing? And in s3, we have Conquest talking about how he isn't good like her and doesn't want the good for earth, and in s4, she's a whole new person?? Idk if it makes sense I'm just babbling with a resource final in a few hours so I must be wrong but I really thought despite her being evil and threatening Mark with my beloved Amber's life that she was different than her own character in the latest season

[artemisonahunt]

Roddacember - Day 9

Sign

The sign of the resistance and freedom is a bird, which was always quite funny to me, because when we are first introduced to this sign as readers, we are in Theagan's territory where birds are anything but free; which relates, in an interesting way, to all those things that happen later - even with the Belt restored, and the people of Deltora freed from the Shadowlands, and the Sisters destroyed - there are plans within plans and Deltora shall never be free (only the sudden reappearance of the dragons halts the Shadow Lord's plans). And I think this is quite interesting, this percieved freedom (birds are free to fly - only they are not; we won our country back - only we are still going to lose it). They've all been doomed from the start.

Also I'm quite obssessed with freedom, being from a post-soviet country and all.

[just-another-turkey]

Man, I love the reactions both Percy and Luke have after Percy cuts Luke.

Percy's fatal flaw is loyalty. He still considers Luke his friend, and he just hurt his friend. He's 12 years old, he's new to this whole world of gods and monsters. He's just a kid, and when a kid accidently hurts their friend, their first instinct is to apologize.

Luke has been a part of this dangerous world for years. He had been on the run for years before camp. He's fought monsters then, he fought monsters when his dad sent him out on a quest. And the kid he took under his wing, thought was a kindred spirit in their hatred of their parents and the gods, taught him how to use the sword, just cut him. Luke was going easy, but now he's been injured. In a world where you fight to survive, where you kill or be killed, you don't go easy on your opponent. You fight to kill, and when you do it so often, it's instinct.

But Luke's fatal flaw is wrath.

Percy has refused to join him, refuses to turn against the gods. They're fighting, Luke is going easy because Percy is a kid who just learned how to hold a sword. But he draws first blood, in Luke's mind, it now marks them as opposites in the upcoming war. Despite everything Luke has done for Percy, despite thinking that his own betrayal wasn't truly a betrayal, this is Percy's betrayal.

He's pissed, he's wrathful, and just like how he wants to strike down his Father and all the other gods, he knocks Percy down, cuts him, and nearly kills him.

Only Annabeth stops him. The girl he sees as his sister defends Percy, stands against him. And after a moment of hesitation, after the rage starts to fade, Luke runs.

[corneille-but-not-the-author]

I hear you

You were my friend and I loved you. When you asked me to kill, I killed. When you asked me to love, I loved.

We were like brothers, bound by blood. We were soulmates, in a way. But even soulmates, sometimes, drift apart.

I loved you, Hrogni. I loved your smile, and I loved your courage, and i loved how you wouldn't bow to the king in Ink, and how you fought bravely.

History might call you a fool. But I piss on history. You were my friend.

A friend that got inspired by ideas of grandeur. A friend that got lost on his path.

It started slowly. At first, at the coronation, you were indeed the Good King Hrogni. A beautiful prince with a smile so radiant it hurt my eyes.

A few years later you grew weary. Tired. Heavy is the crown, I understand it now, but you didn't ask for help. You pushed us away, one after the other, until I was the only one left by your side.

Your father hated the Laangfisk, and you wanted to be someone else. But day by day, you were turning just like him. Paranoid. Hopeless. Cruel.

You bowed when the king asked you for a second time. You were so afraid of your own people that you sacrificed your honor. Your pride.

It wwas the day you died, in my eyes. A slow and painful death. You lost weight. You lost that light in your eyes. Soon you were a ghost but i still served you.

I was the executioner. Your executioner.

But then you started after your subjects. You wanted more gallows, more death, rivers of blood in the entire kingdom if necessary. And you asked me too much, you asked me to do it. To kill our citizen in your name. To bathe in their blood while you were basking in your glory.

What could I have done, with this monster you were becoming day by day? I know that, in a way, I created you. I've let you be a monster too many times.

Finally your ordered, privately, an end to the monarchy. You asked us to forget the ways of our ancestors. You wanted the same people that you killed, that you hurt, to choose their new leader. They would've never chosen you, you knew that.

You wanted a way out.

You wanted to live in hiding, like a coward.

The Good King Hrogni was no more.

So I killed you.

I held your head in my arms and cried like a child.

But still, sometimes.

I can hear your voice.

[aisling-the-vengeful]

I’m on my break at work so I’m gonna write some things down about Aisling, more specifically. Her childbirth of bloodstone and moonstone and and Bular Concepcion. Since I’m doing a sort of recall and recon of some of Aisling canon stuff with gummar.

Gunmar and Aisling now, for the time being have three children. Bular being the youngest and moonstone and bloodstone being oldest (Boudicca I am still pending on what to do with her since I feel I neglected this oc a lot. So she is for now. On hiatus)

But the idea is moonstone and bloodstone births were…accidents really. Or at least, not what they expected pretty early on.

Gunmar and Aisling planned to wait due to Aisling trauma with Orlagk when it comes to births and such. So. When she fell pregnant in the womb by Gunmar with the twins. It came to a suprised for the both and an adjustment. For gunmar, fatherhood was different compared to anything else he had faced and such. It was different from relationships between kings to generals to soldiers. This was more than that. It…in a way, in his core. Scared him.

And Aisling was pretty nervous. Even going signs of troll symptoms of stress when it comes to the pregnancy. But the two made due, and come to relax and be more stress free with the pregnancy.with some lingering anxiety the birth was hard for Aisling. But when the two parents saw the twins bloodstone and moonstone. They saw how the differences between them. One big, chunky, and clearly grown naturally. Black as her parents stone and hissy. (This is before bloodstone transition to genders)

While the other, a pure white mare troll. She was not like her twin, fragile, almost like a human, or a speckle of snowflake landing on a leaf. Her eyes pink and red. Albinoism. She was tiny. And the parents treasure them. Gunmar come to feel the call of all troll father instinct flood in him like magic in his veins.

So, when after some centuries, they finally decide on a second. But they decide to go entangle stone instead. Taking their chips of stone together and put them together, and watch as the stone turn into an egg with the life inside. Which would become bular. The little whelp, a runt, similar to moonstone, bursting early and already causing trouble.