Latest Posts by nab3rries - Page 7
i missed my man so i wrote this. enjoy.
⅋ . R.Z.: a perspective ⸝⸝ one piece desired reality . . .ᐟ
“In a rare moment aboard the Thousand Sunny in which Roronoa Zoro thinks of the past, he can’t help but focus on the first time he had met his captain…
He remembers how she had looked at him with her eerily blank and intensely all-seeing eyes all the way up from the wall she had climbed. He remembers how see-through he had felt, as if his not-yet-captain had seen all he had to offer her (three swords and a dream) with one, long look. And he is sure she had seen, as she has always been like that. Always understanding people with a glance, or a few throwaway words, maybe a conversation if the subject is particularly difficult (see: Nico Robin). Always seeing through the bullshit people spew because she is above it━being the type of person that values honesty and bravery ’n all.
He laughs as he thinks of the sentence “What makes you think I’d wanna play pirates with you?”. He hadn’t fooled anyone that day. He might’ve meant it at that moment, but his resolve had broken down at the words she had uttered back to him, full of the confidence that nowadays makes him weak in the knees and his chest hurt with pride and love love love and loyalty, “Oh, we won’t be playing.” that mischievous/kind/silly smile, “We’ll be the real deal!”, and “If you’re the Demon of the East, you must be strong. The future King of the Pirates needs a strong swordsman at her side, no?” and goddamn him if he ever says and lies that the flattery hadn’t made him flush a bit, and widen the cracks in his resolve. There his captain was, sweet and young in a way she hasn’t been since Marineford, convincing the infamous pirate hunter of the East Blue to join her non-existent pirate crew with nothing but her words, her big deep brown eyes, and her devastating grin, and a bit of blackmail (though she always denies that small part). He remembers telling himself that he would leave her behind after she tells him the location of his swords instead of following her into an adventure that would probably make his hair grey before reaching twenty (and he was nineteen!), and he laughs and laughs at his past self. He had (miraculously) found his way around that foul marine base and found his swords, but the bright and unforgettable presence of the girl with the straw hat and big smile was too magnetic to leave behind. He had squared up for a future of watching the back of the girl that had the sun shining out her ass and joined her in the fight against the douchebag with the axe-hand and metal jaw, called her captain, and followed her to her stolen dinghy boat to sail off on an adventure and new life he would never, ever find himself regretting.
He remembers, and he stops thinking of the past. He thinks of now. He thinks of who they are, fours years after the fact. He thinks of how there hasn’t been a single thing he wasn’t willing to do for that girl/this woman ever since that very first day. He is her determined, ambitious, dangerous, loyal first mate and her dedicated, kind, shy, soft, loving husband. She is his captain and his one love, his desires and his lust, the reason for his ambition. He has dedicated his dream of being the greatest swordsman to her, to be the worlds greatest at the right hand of the freest person in the world━the King of the Pirates, to be the protective blade for his wife to wield. And she has given him her endless love, her small and big smiles, her soft chuckles, her delighted cackles, her protection, her promises, her warmth, and a glimpse of the bright and dark side of the sun he though he could never see.”
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wrote this instead of sitting down and studying for my VERY real and VERY important final final exams. gonna shift anyway but… yeah. hahahahhaahahaha (currently having a nervous breakdown).
nevermind that…. THIS MAN LOOOOOOOOVES ME HAHAHAHAH it makes me so so so happy. i would make a proper introduction for this dr, but i genuinely don't know how i could do it better than this━by writing an outside POV drabble of the person who knows me best thinking about the day we met and how awesome-ly in love we are. if its not obvious, i have taken the place of monkey d. luffy, because i wanted zoro as my s/o but i also couldn't out-do the crazy soulmate-ish bond he and luffy have, so ta-da! I AM LUFFY (though my name, personality, backstory, yada yada yada are all altered to my liking). the dr also does not follow canon one piece because i don't want it to. it is self preservation. anyway,,,, that is enough info dumping . i'll stop here for now .
silently taking notes of everything in this post ..
omg i loved your “shifting to Italy” post and was wondering if you could do one for ancient egypt? xx (you don’t have to ofc just a suggestion!!)
shifting to ancient egypt? gotch ya.
ancient egypt was a cradle of civilization concentrated along the lower reaches of the nile river in northeast africa.
act i. when are you?
based on your time period, you will have very much different experiences. i’d suggest you to research which one you are more interested in shifting.
predynastic ( c. 6000-3150 BCE ) preceding recorded history, saw the development of early settlements and the emergence of distinct cultures in the nile valley.
early dynastic period ( c. 3100-2686 BCE ) marked by the unification of upper and lower Egypt, the first and second dynasties ruled during this time, establishing the foundations of the egyptian state.
old kingdom ( c. 2686-2181 BCE ) a period of great power and prosperity, characterized by the construction of the pyramids and the establishment of the pharaoh as a divine ruler.
first intermediate period ( c. 2181-2040 BCE ) period of political instability and fragmentation following the decline of old kingdom.
middle kingdom ( c. 2040-1640 BCE ) period of reunification and renewed prosperity, with advancements in art, architecture, and literature.
second intermediate period ( c. 1640-1550 BCE ) another period of instability, marked by the rise of the hyksos and the fragmentation of egyptian rule.
new kingdom ( c. 1550-1070 BCE) a period of great expansion and military power, with powerful pharaohs like hatshepsut, akhenaten, and ramses ii.
third intermediate period ( c. 1070-664 BCE ) period of decline and fragmentation, with various dynasties vying for power.
late period ( c. 664-332 BCE ) period of foreign rule, with egypt ruled by the assyrians, egyptians, and persians.
roman period ( 30 BCE - 641 CE ) egypt became a province of the roman empire, marked by roman administration and culture.
act ii. who are you?
you are in the middle of a society who has a strict social structure, and where your status will shape your daily life and power. you are born with it, and only scribes, soldiers and artisans could rise. from the most protected to the least one:
pharaoh. used as a title for absolute monarch since under the new kingdom, often called horus on earth. had control over laws, military, religion, and land. lived in luxurious palaces with servants, and wore a double crown ( pschent ) to symbolise his status as ruler. the most well-known are tutankhamun, ramesses ii, and akhenaten.
pharaoh’s family. wives, children and sibilings had high-ranking positions in the government and religion.
nobles. were high-ranking government officials, including the vizier ( the pharaoh's chief advisor a.k.a prime minister, who oversaw taxes, justice, and administration ) and nomarchs ( governors, controlled egypt’s provinces and managed local social ).
priests. they played a crucial role in religious ceremonies and rituals, and they held significant influence in society.
high priest: appointed by the pharaoh, held the highest authority within the priesthood, performing the most important rituals and managing the temple's affairs.
wab priests: carried out essential but mundane tasks, such as preparing for festivals and maintaining the temple complex.
other priests: who read funeral liturgies ( hery-heb ) who read incantatory formulas from the book of the dead ( khereb priests ) and those involved in mummification ( paraschists, taricheutes, and colchytes ).
priestesses: women could also be priests, with their roles varying depending on the specific cult or deity.
scribes. highly respected, literate individuals who held important administrative and clerical positions, responsible for recording and documenting everything from daily activities to royal decrees. part of the elite 1% of the population that could read and write. they used reed pens, black ink made from soot and gum, adding red oxide to make red ink, and palettes.
artisans. they lived in special workers villages ( deir el-medina ) and included stonecutters, painters, carpenters, sculptors, jewelers, and metalworkers. they created tombs, statues, temples, furniture and luxury goods.
farmers. made up the majority of population and they walked in fields, growing wheat, barley, flax and vegetables. during flood seasons they usually worked with artisans.
slaves. prisoners of war, debtors and criminals. they worked in nobles households ( cooking, cleaning, taking care of children ), temples, mines and quarries; some could earn freedom and better positions over time.
act iii. where are you?
where you live will shape your experience drastically. normal houses were built of mud-bricks with floors made from earth, and they had living rooms, kitchens and bedrooms, and many of the large objects that we can move around ( like seats and ovens ) were built into the house. there was no gas or electricity, meaning that food was cooked in stone ovens, using a fire for heat. to keep food, pits were dug and food was stored below ground level.
cities, they were the heart of the civilisation. center of political activity, religion, and economic powers. in the cities lived pharaohs and nobles ( pharaohs lived in the ‘great house’ or “per ‘aa. palaces were lavish, with evidence suggesting sprawling complexes with large dining rooms, and other amenities reflecting the pharaoh's status ) priests and scribes ( temple complexes, government departments, and even private households, depending on their specific duties and employers ) artisans and merchants ( often lived in distinct workmen's villages like deir el-medina, located near the valley of the kings ) slaves ( lived in simple dwellings, possibly separate from their owners' homes, or within the same household as servants ) but…… what cities? here some examples.
memphis. the capital of the old kingdom. full of loud markets, stone temples, and busy workshops. the most notorious thing are the white walls, the great temple of ptah, statues, palaces ( huge monuments of pharaohs ) craftsmen’s quarters ( people making gold jewelry, statues, and linen ) the nile docks ( ships unloading grain, wine, and goods from nubia and the levant ) …. one of the official religious centers as it was the worship center for the holy triad of the creator god of ptah, his wife sekhmet and nefertem.
thebes. the city of the gods. religious and cultural powerhouse, full of priests, scribes, tomb builders, and travelers. you’d see karnak and luxor temples ( giant temples with sphinx-lined roads ) street performers, food vendors, and boat festivals on the nile. markets full of incense, perfume, and imported goods from the red sea trade.
deir-el medina. there were around 68 houses, made of mud-brick built on stone foundations. letters, legal documents, statues and tombs tell us about family and working life. many of the men and women could read. women baked bread and brewed beer. the village had a court of law and everyone had a right to a trial. there was a local police, the medjay, to keep order. the people of deir-el medina also had medical treatment. they could get prescriptions of ingredients, prayers and spells from the physicians.
act iv. how is your social life?
we are talking about a very social civilisation….. if you were rich. their daily lives revolved around family, work, festivals, and entertainment, and they knew how to balance duty and pleasure ( fun fact: for them sexuality was sacred ).
marriage. frequently arranged by parents, they were a primarily a social and economic arrangement, not a religious or legal ceremony, where couples were considered married once they started living together, often after a party or celebration. while divorce was possible, it was difficult, and women were often protected from divorce by marriage contracts that placed financial burdens on men.
friendship. was significant aspect of life in ancient egypt, strong bonds and social obligations between individuals, including the idea of ‘friends’ being part of a broader social circle beyond immediate family.
banquets. they were lavish celebrations featuring large gatherings of family and friends, music, dance, and copious amounts of food and drink, frequently held near tombs to facilitate communication with the deceased. they were hosted by wealthy families and nobles. entertainment consisted in harpists, flutists, dancers, acrobats. the food ?? roast duck, fish, bread, figs, wine and beer. the banquets were often held in tents or colonnaded spaces, which were sometimes depicted in tomb. fun fact : particularly during banquets and celebrations, people wore scented wax cones on their heads, which melted and released a pleasant fragrance.
public festivals and religious celebrations. the most well-known festivals were: opet festival ( in thebes ) was a celebration of amun and mut’s marriage, statues was paraded through the streets. hathor festival is a wild party with drinking, music, and dance. wepet renpet ( new year’s ) is a huge nile-side festival with feasts and fireworks, celebrated mid-july. beautiful festival of the valley is a state festival, initiated by mentuhotep ii, and celebrated the bonds between the living and the dead, with citizens strengthening their bonds with the deceased. wag festival involved making paper boats containing shrines to souls and setting them out on the river nile to float towards the west, commemorating the death and rebirth of osiris.
markets. like today, bustling marketplaces were a social hotspot. the steet vendors sold jewelry, makeup ( kohl eyeliner and scented oils ) fine linen clothes, sandals, spices, perfumes, and exotic imports.
music. they usually played harps, flutes, drums, and lyres at parties and religious events while women, were often professional dancers, were hired for feasts and ceremonies.
act v. what are you eating?
bread was a fundamental part of the diet, made from emmer wheat or barley. it was eaten at every meal and was considered a basic element of human life.
beer was a common beverage.
vegetables. were a regular part of the egyptian diet, with a variety of options available, including onions, garlic, lentils, and cucumbers.
fish was a readily available and nutritious food source, it was prepared in various ways, including frying, smoking, and boiling.
fruits like figs and dates were also part of the ancient egyptian diet and were often included in offerings to the gods.
oils were derived from ben-nuts, sesame, linseed and castor oils. honey was used as a sweetener, and vinegar may have also been used. seasonings included salt, juniper, aniseed, coriander, cumin, fennel, fenugreek, and poppyseed.
meat. the wealthy would enjoy pork, mutton, and beef.
poultry, such as ducks and geese.
dairy products, like cheese, butter, and cream.
wine was a product of great importance, offered in funerary rituals and in temples to worship gods and consumed daily by the upper classes during meals and parties.
act vi. what are you wearing?
reflected both the hot climate and social status, with the wealthy adorning themselves with finer materials and elaborate jewelry.
linen. the primary fabric, made from the flax plant, was favored for its breathability and comfort in the hot climate.
wool. while known, wool was considered impure and primarily used by the wealthy for overcoats, but was forbidden in temples and sanctuaries.
jewelry. gold, lapis lazuli, turquoise, and other precious materials were used to create elaborate jewelry, including necklaces, rings, bracelets, and amulets.
women’s clothing. they wore full-length dresses with one or two shoulder straps, which could be pleated or draped. the wealthy often wore flowing, sheer dresses layered with colorful shawls or capes.
men’s clothing. kilt-like skirts ( schenti ) are a wrap-around skirt, tied at the waist, with variations in length depending on the era and fashion trends. loincloth and headdresses.
children’s clothing. they wore simple garments, often loincloths or short kilts for boys, and simple linen dresses for girls.
cosmetics. ochre for lips and cheeks, henna for fingernails, and kohl for outlining eyes and coloring eyebrows.
hair. men and women often shaved their heads, and instead they used wigs.
sandals. while many went barefoot, sandals were sometimes worn.
makeup, particularly black kohl eyeliner, was used by both men and women for both aesthetic and practical purposes, with ingredients like galena and malachite used to create pigments, and cosmetics were also seen as having spiritual and protective significance.
kohl eyeliner. a dark, black eyeliner made from ground galena (lead sulfide) and other ingredients like soot, which was used to outline the eyes. it was believed to protect the eyes from the sun's glare and to repel insects. applied in a distinctive style, with lines drawn above and below the eyes, sometimes slightly arched at the ends.
red pigments. red ochre, a clay that was dried in the sun, was used for blush and lipstick and it was also used to stain nails with henna.
green eye shadow. a.k.a malachite, a copper-based mineral, was ground and mixed with water to make a green eyeshadow.
oil and creams. scented oils and creams were used to moisturize the skin and mask body odor. ingredients included myrrh, thyme, marjoram, chamomile, lavender, lily, peppermint, rosemary, cedar, rose, aloe, olive oil, sesame oil and almond oil.
lipstick. red lipstick was made from red ochre and other pigments, theredder the lips, the higher the social status.
note: don’t forget to script safety things!
tumblr is slower than a sloth at times where i just need it to be quick. trying to make a proper post here for once and this is what happens💀
the chronicles of emma's marauders dr. . . ౨ৎ the autumn air at hogwarts had a peculiar bite that year. a nip that whispered, “change is coming,” as though it were a narrator leaning out of a brontë novel. for emma, however, that sixth year began not with the rustling leaves of destiny, but with the sound of the whomping willow absolutely walloping someone into oblivion.
by breakfast the next morning, the great hall was alive with its usual din of students scarfing down toast and pumpkin juice. but dumbledore’s announcement, delivered with a kind of tragic grandeur, like a king recounting the fall of troy, was anything but ordinary. the morning news announcer had met their untimely demise (or at least a rather severe concussion) courtesy of hogwarts' most aggressive tree.
emma, seated at the gryffindor table with a crumbling croissant in hand, felt a spark behind her glasses that could have lit a thousand chandeliers. galleons. no, gringotts vaults. flashed in her mind’s eye. “oh.... merlin,” she murmured, her voice barely audible over the clatter of plates. the phrase wasn’t prayerful; it was jubilant.
by the time lunch rolled around, she was already halfway to mcgonagall’s office, the smell of opportunity thick as honey in the air. Interviews for the new morning news announcer would be conducted posthaste, and emma, prefect, gryffindor, academically formidable with a surname prestigious enough to make even lucius malfoy raise an eyebrow, knew the position was hers. the word "interview" was merely a formality, like calling the sky "blue" or history "long."
the waiting area was a dreary corridor with an unenthusiastic fern wilting in the corner. beside her sat a fourth-year whose nerves were strung tighter than a violin in a vivaldi concerto. “sooo… you’re trying out to be the morning announcement person too?” emma asked, her tone casual, like she was asking about the weather or whether the one who shall not be named preferred tea or coffee.
the boy stammered, every word tripping over the last like lemmings hurling themselves into the abyss. “y-yeah… i th-think it would be r-really f-fu-fun! and it’d ra-raise my s-s-s-self-esteem.” he finished with a hopeful grin, as though emma might pat him on the back and say, good for you, sport.”
emma did not.
when mcgonagall called his name—"mike"—and he shuffled inside, emma stifled a laugh that threatened to bubble up like cauldron foam. alone at last, she leaned back, legs crossed, eyes half-lidded with feline confidence. “oh, i’ve got this job in the bag,” she muttered, the phrase curling in the air like smoke from a witch’s cauldron. sure, she had her very famous anonymous newsletter...but...she had to get her voice further out there. she had to destroy coriolanus snow.
but then, because fate loves a good plot twist, third-year boy plopped down beside her, exuding the kind of overconfidence usually reserved for heroes in bad adventure novels. “who are you?” emma asked, her voice a scalpel of disinterest.
“kacey millard,” he replied with a flourish, his voice dripping with self-importance. "i’m in third year, and people have always told me i have the voice of an angel dipped in butter.” he grinned, unrepentant. “my friends call it ‘audible chocolate.’ i’m here to get that chocolate on the airwaves.”
emma’s grimace could have soured milk. before she could formulate a reply dripping with the venom of a brontë antagonist, mcgonagall emerged, dismissed mike, and gestured at emma.
inside the office, the air was heavy with that peculiar authority mcgonagall always carried. “read this,” the professor instructed, handing emma a sheet of parchment.
emma adopted an expression so innocent it could’ve been sold at a toy shop. “professor...excuse my french, but what’s a ‘moronic old hag of a woman’?”
mcgonagall blinked, bewildered. “what? why are you asking me that?”
“well,” emma began with the sweetness of a poisoned apple, “it’s just that the..kid.. kacey said that’s what you were.”
when emma stepped out of the office, kacey was waiting, his face alight with misplaced optimism. she gave him a slow, toothy grin that could have made the mona lisa blush. he looked horrified.
the morning at hogwarts dawned with the crispness of parchment freshly unfurled. the kind of air that whispered secrets through the castle’s draughty corridors. emma, perched at the head of the gryffindor table, was already flipping through the day’s announcements with the air of someone holding a map to buried treasure. and fully prepared to narrate the excavation. her prefect badge glinted under the enchanted ceiling, and her quill was poised to scribble some commentary.
by mid-morning, the great hall’s enchanted speakers crackled to life, carrying emma’s dulcet tones to every corner of the castle. her voice was bright and poised, the kind of tone that one might mistake for innocence… until it wasn’t.
“morning, hogwarts,” she began, the voice drawing out the attention of even the most half-asleep students. “these are the morning announcements, and i am emma [...]. all forms for the schoolbook must be handed to mr. flitwick in his office by the end of the school day today.” she paused, humming lightly in mock thoughtfulness. “doesn’t seem like they gave us a lot of notice on that. oh well.”
her quill twirled idly as she read on. “for lunch today, the great hall will be serving a variety of foods from europe… in celebration of… europe week.” she paused again, this time with a languid sigh. “remember when we used to have a more broad variety of foods? i mean, what has happened to our school? this school is transforming into something really bad. and why? because we have leadership that doesn’t care. i’m talking, of course, about our student body president, coriolanus snow.”
somewhere in the middle of potions, coriolanus (also known as emma's nr one biggest rival, so much so, that lily coined it a cold war) rolled his eyes, a gesture as elegant as it was disdainful. his quill paused mid-stroke, though he didn’t bother looking up from his parchment.
emma’s voice carried on, growing bolder with every syllable. “ever since coriolanus was elected student body president, this school has started a rapid decline towards some… socialist regime, where students no longer have a voice.” she let the silence that followed sit for just a beat too long, perfectly calibrated for dramatic effect.
“the astronomy tower will be closed off today,” she continued, picking up the parchment again. “all students in the astronomy class will be meeting in the divination classroom instead.” there was an audible rustle as she tossed the parchment aside. “oh, so now the school is using money to do something to the astronomy tower. how old and outdated is our quidditch field? what other school has a 400-year-old quidditch field? our school president is turning this whole place into communist russia. it’s not a coincidence that once coriolanus snow took off, this school started falling apart at the seams. your professors don’t want to tell you, but they are scared, and they should be. because the very fabric of this school is tearing in all corners.”
a few students exchanged wide-eyed glances. somewhere, a hufflepuff whispered nervously, “oh, jeez.”
emma, unfazed and evidently thriving, leaned back in her chair. she held the microphone with one hand, the other gesturing grandly as though she were conducting an orchestra. “but, hey,” she said, her tone pivoting seamlessly to mock humility, “i’m just a normal kid just like you, except that i ask questions. and because i’m brave enough to ask questions, i come under scrutiny.” she paused for effect.
“is coriolanus using your hogsmeade galleons to buy narcotics? probably not. but how can we know?! i don’t want my hogsmeade money going to drugs! who’s taking these drugs? is coriolanus letting them? what would be the point? i’m asking questions.”
the broadcast ended with a resounding click as the speakers cut off abruptly. likely due to professor mcgonagall storming into the broadcast room and yanking the magical connection herself. but the damage, as they say, was done. by the time the echoes of emma’s words faded from the hallways, her name was already on every student’s lips, a ripple of chaos spreading through the castle like fiendfyre. james and sirius were probably clapping somewhere in the classrooms. bravo.
she, of course, manipulated her way to being able to tell the morning announcements again.
“good morning, students,” she started one morning. “the quidditch team practices are friday afternoon. that is, of course, if our student body president does something about our abysmal quidditch field. i have a question: what does coriolanus snow actually do? he’s supposed to be the president, right? what is his agenda? he’s lying to everyone. or is he? let’s ask these questions.”
and that happened the next day.
“now i want to talk briefly about the state of our school’s economy. the bake sale last week was a complete failure.”
anddd the next.
“and besides that, who actually voted for coriolanus snow?” she plopped the paper on the table for dramatic effect. “i know i didn’t. and everyone who did is now scratching their heads and going, ‘whoops. guess i shouldn’t have done that.’”
andddd the next.
“i’m not in the student council. i’m just a normal kid like all of you, and like all of you, i want to know what has happened to my schkewl.”
soon, she had a full-on room dedicated to her. props and all. she even asked lily to give her muggle soundtape so she could add a little foreword music… it being ‘queen.’
“lunch today is going to be, as always, a feast without any apple pasties. again,” she sighed. “friends, our school is dying and you know it. you feel it. you’re like me, you wanna change it. but, oh no, coriolanus snow’s not going to let that happen. this is not the school that we grew up in. and i don’t know if i can get it back.”
the corridors of hogwarts were quiet, the sort of silence that felt like the school itself was holding its breath. emma’s footsteps echoed against the stone walls as she twirled her wand absentmindedly, her prefect badge catching the dim glow of the torches. beside her, coriolanus snow walked with his usual posture of practiced disdain, his robes pristine and his prefect badge gleaming as though it had never seen a speck of dust.
“you’re an idiot,” he said without looking at her, his voice cool and clipped, like a professor reprimanding a particularly unruly first-year.
emma, unbothered as ever, smiled up at him. “you’re going to have to be more specific. i’ve been called many things, but i like to know what particular brand of idiocy i’m being accused of tonight.”
he stopped walking, turning to face her with a look that could have frozen the entire black lake. “you know exactly what I’m talking about.”
she tilted her head, her expression a mask of innocence that only made him more exasperated. “oh, is this about the morning announcements? i thought i’d been doing quite a service to the school. rousing the masses, asking the tough questions, exposing corruption—”
“you’re calling me a communist.”
“technically,” she said, holding up a finger, “i’m calling you the architect of a socialist regime, which is much more nuanced.”
coriolanus pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like a curse. “do you even understand how ridiculous you sound? me? a communist? i’m a pureblood slytherin with a lineage that practically glows in the dark from its superiority complex. my father was the minister of magic, for merlin’s sake.”
emma’s toothy smile softened slightly as she reached out and lightly tapped his arm with her wand. “relax, coryo. it’s just a bit of fun.”
“it’s not fun when half the school is whispering behind my back and the other half is calling me comrade snow,” he snapped, though there was a trace of something weary beneath the irritation. she suppressed a laugh. "merlin, first it was that reckless anonymous newsletter, now this."
she stopped twirling her wand and tucked it away, her grin fading into something gentler. “oh, come on. you don’t actually care what they think, do you? you’re coriolanus snow. nothing sticks to you. you’re like teflon.”
his brow furrowed, and for a moment, he looked almost…tired. “of course i care. do you have any idea how much i’ve worked to maintain my reputation? people like you can get away with this…this foolishness because everyone already adores you. but me?”
emma’s heart did a funny little twist at the vulnerability slipping through the cracks of his usual armor. “well, if it makes you feel any better,” she said, taking a half-step closer, “i’ve always thought you were brilliant.”
he blinked, caught off guard. “you have?”
“don’t let it go to your head,” she teased, her toothy smile returning. “but yes. i may not agree with…well, most of what you say or do, but you’re clever. ambitious, i suppose. you’ve got that whole dark and brooding thing down to an art form.”
for a moment, he just stared at her, his gray eyes searching hers as if trying to decide whether or not she was mocking him. then, almost imperceptibly, the corners of his mouth twitched upward.
“you’re insufferable,” he said, but his tone lacked its usual bite.
“you’re welcome,” she replied breezily.
they resumed their patrol, the silence between them lighter now, almost companionable. as they turned a corner, emma glanced at him from the corner of her eye. maybe she did...sort of cross a line.
“you know,” she said, her voice soft, “if it’s really bothering you, i’ll stop with the announcements. i don’t want to make things harder for you.”
he stopped again, looking at her with an expression she couldn’t quite read. “you’d do that?”
"sure,” she said, shrugging. “just say the word. i'm a bit too lazy to write all that stuff anyway.”
he hesitated, then shook his head. “no. if you stopped now, everyone would think i forced you. and besides…” he allowed himself a small, wry smile. “your idiotic ramblings are strangely…endearing.”
she laughed, a bright, clear sound that echoed through the empty corridor. “i’ll take that as a compliment.”
as they continued their patrol, emma couldn’t help but notice the faintest hint of warmth in his voice when he said, “don’t let it go to your head.”
“what radicalized you” bro EMPATHY
I reblogged this a little bit ago; I'm thinking about luffy and shanks now, so this is just a surface-level rambling post about them:
the red hair pirates weren't around often, but op is of course littered with examples of choices luffy makes based on what he absorbed from shanks and his crew- significant, very core beliefs about people and piracy. baby king was in his hardcore formative years and had some pretty impactful experiences as he hovered around, and tagged along with those guys. some are explicit situations (like jaya island) and some are scenes with an implicit "I see shanks in him" vibe. now grown-up luffy totally runs parallel to uncle shanks in a number of cool ways, but I'm always tickled in the sense that these two are like, insanely unassuming but equally both legendary and wildly powerful: Folks think one's an idiot and that the other's a drunk hippie but they're both emperors with larger than life personas, who kick the shit out of people and who upset the ruling order regularly- a really entertaining and compelling combination.
the scene ending the summit war was unbelievable: mihawk, sengoku and anyone watching red force arrive essentially froze and braced themselves. and his strength on display during his strike against the kid pirates (only after being provoked). and his assistance from afar on wano. absolutely shanks is feared and respected in an almost reverential way, but the day before, he was probably hanging upside down hanging from the mast, singing a pirate tune off-key and fudging up the lyrics- benn had to climb up there and get him down. and after that he probably rolled up to one of the islands under his protection and scared off some terrorizing hooligans. he's so rad. then luffy- scrappier and more chaos-inducing, lord what's this kid gonna do next kind of thing, but respect for his exploits and a sense of dread when he does his thing are mounting exponentially. he doesn't mimick shanks- luffy's his own wacky ass luffy, but a few pieces of shanks are fused to, and encouraging for, his carefree spirit. no other emperor in the past had, or presently has, a bent like those two in conclusion: shanks and luffy are the chillest whatever dudes with terrifying kill switches- from nose picking and spaced out jolly hangtime straight to masterful haki street fighting mortal kombatant boys in 0.03 seconds and I can't tell you how much I love that
and the sandals. the wearing of the damn sandals. freedom on the high seas = sandals
If I was Shanks and I had given a kid a straw hat and years later learned that it meant so much to him he made it his mark I'd literally never stop crying
shifting is for the people who can't fathom living in a world where children are bombed, governments let their civilians sleep on the street because of money, a world in which civilians spend the day hungry while greedy leader host banquets. it is for those whose heart aches seeing children being amputated without anesthesia, having to work in coal mine or in tissue factories because western power had to spread their nasty ideologies everywhere. it is for people who don't want to live in a world in which people have hatred based on race and think of themselves as superior because of theirs. it is for those who appreciate love and cannot fathom one's love being deemed as unpure or the reason why they should receive divine punishment. it is for those who support freedom and cannot stand the incapacity of women being able to navigate in this world without the fear of being raped or killed, and not being able to stand next to a window. for those who can stand male, female, men and women being arbitrary category based on a hasard, it being their only choice and being used as a scapegoat for any problem under the sun because they chose to live as their free selves. it is for those who cannot stand the idea that your monetary status can hinder your opportunities, stops you from being safe, from eating, being educated and achieving your dream. a world where if you're disabled you're isolated because the world is not made accessible for you. this is such a mean world and i refuse to believe that we have accepted all of those things as normal and immuable, things set in stone and that it will never change, this is not the world i wish to spend my 20s, raise my children and grow old in.
Dressrosa:
u are just a different person when u come from a klance background
We did it gang
cheers to whoever wrote literally the most perfect angela prompt imaginable
When someone asks me why I want to permashift I typically say because I want to be with my comfort characters.
But on a deeper level I’d say I want to permashift because of how disgusting this world is towards women. Once I started realizing that literally every man I know has said something misogynistic I realized ya’ll were being for real when saying “most men”. I feel as there is no hope for women here, at least not with the way men are stirring today. Misogyny is so deeply woven through society that I even struggle imagining how life would be without it. I sometimes wish I could go back to being oblivious to this bigotry, I also think this is why a lot of women push back on feminism because it really brings an awareness to one’s self that life isn’t going to treat you the same. The sexualization in particular is something that really upsets me. The way movies and shows always have female nudity, the way women are posed in ads or magazines. It’s like we cannot be just human. The way everyone manages to point their finger to a woman every single time something happens, including women. Misogyny is so bad in our culture that even women are against women. Men’s needs will always be put over women’s needs whether its standards or medically. This is a topic that plagues my mind everyday and gets me incredibly upset, so much so that it’s my biggest motivation to permashift.
Hobbies you can have in your dr
(that isn't just crocheting and reading)
play an instrument (harp, violin, piano, guitar or even more traditional instruments like zither (and so much more))
ceramics/pottery/air clay (ceramics is my personal favorite because you can make jewelry out of it)
scrapbooking/junk journal (i love junk journal because it's much more laid back/doesn't require much effort or even buying material, everywhere you visit, just take smth free like a business card or sticker and add)
edit your own magazine (my dream)
collect something (watches, jewelry, figurines, POST STAMPS, perfume, trinkets, magazines, lamps, posters, comic books, etc)
collect insects (it's a little unethical to kill a large amount of insect species that are a significant part of the environment purely for display so i think keeping a picture of them or finding and freezing already dead bugs are the better alternatives)
sports (fencing, ice skating, badminton, football, baseball, rock climbing, tennis, archery, snowboarding etc)
martial arts (ju jitsu, taekwondo, karate, wushu, judo, tai chi, muay thai, hapkido etc)
pool table (idk it's fun)
volunteering (animal shelters, soup kitchens etc)
herbalism (live out your witch in a cottage dream)
making jewelry (this can also be profitable)
researching/learning (choose smth you're interested in like entomology and learn about it)
wannabe journalism (basically writing, choose a topic like an art movement and write a mildly bad but enjoyable article about it)
make mockumentaries (time consuming but so cool)
flower pressing (so cute i love it)
sewing (it's fun and useful)
sketching as a form of photography (sketch any place you visit in real time as memorabilia, like a river with ducks floating or people walking past a tourist attraction)
traveling (visit cool hotels or airbnbs (like a private cabin on a ski resort or a large treehouse)) visit animal cafes, maybe also travel vlogging)
recycling your old stuff (making paper from used work sheets, make a new outfit/whatever you want out of old clothes you've grown out of)
will come back to edit if i find more, feel free (pls) add more ideas if you have any<3
ᴀɴᴄɪᴇɴᴛ ɢʀᴇᴇᴄᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ 𝓲𝙣t𝙧𝖔
Theodorian of Athens. a young man originally born as female. now in a new body, he itches to have any and every desirable and willing man and woman to know how it tastes. that is until the new actor in his favorite play seems to want a taste, and now his itch can only be scratched by one.
multi-million family business? what’s not to want? The Oracle said wHat?? guess it’s what not to want for him…
nestled in Athenian farmland and fertile soil is the estate of Theodorian’s family. where their company’s first grape farm and winery thrives with the help of the god Dionysus (illustrated above by wolfythewitch), who his family has been worshipping for generations.
the farm has made Theo’s family incredibly wealthy, and also celebrities, within all of Greece, who is supplied with the family’s wine. the family lives lavishly in a large house shared by his grandfather, parents, many uncles and aunts, and few cousins. his father inherited the business when Theo was a child, and has been preparing him to take on the business since then. he is said to inherit the family business when his father retires. but since his grandfather retired long before the average age of retirement in greece, he may inherit it sooner rather than later.
the family often hosts and attends luxurious parties for many high end guests within and outside of Athens. celebrities and businessmen of all kinds pray to the gods to be able to attend the parties Theo’s family hosts. a party hosted by a Dionysus devotee is one anyone would beg to go to, big or small.
rumors have circulated greek news organizations on doubts of the heir’s wants to inherit the family business. and what that would mean for the business as Theo is the only child of the current owner. the public has been ensured by Theodorus (Theodorian’s father) that his child plans on taking over, but that won’t be for a while, as he plans to continue the work for as long as he can.
ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʟɪꜰᴇ
the body he had before his transition was not ideal for his desires. when he had acquired it, the perfect body that even he wanted to touch. every high society party he went to, where many there wanted the heir to a multi-million dollar company, he would take anyone he desired. while he had become well known by greek society for being a quick lay, he wasn’t an easy one. he was picky with who he dragged to privacy. which led to very few one night stands and quite a few continuous partners. which has caused some to think they had “secured the prince” only for said prince to cut off contact with those who bragged publicly about their situation and assumed relationship.
Chrysanthos of Athens. a young man getting his start in acting. and a relatively new devotee of the god Dionysus. he began to give offerings to the god Dionysus to ask favors from him when it came to his acting and theatre career. he steps in for the veteran actor playing the lead role in the play Oedipus Tyrannus when the actor can’t perform, getting his big break.
he’s a sweet man, an introvert, but not shy. he just doesn’t go out of his way to talk to people if he doesn’t find it necessary. he’s passionate about what he does, and determined to follow his dreams. he was hesitant to ask the god Dionysus for favor, bc he felt he wanted to get there himself. but Dionysus kept reaching out to him with the desire to help, and he felt he shouldn’t say no. he’s a great actor but a terrible liar, not that he would lie even given the chance. he’s brutally honest… brutally. he’s found it hard to keep friends as a teen, so he stopped trying. though a few have wiggled their way into his life, and he has had no complaints so far. he enjoys his peace, but that doesn’t mean someone can’t be that peace… noise and all !!
read more about chrys and theo’s hot new relationship here! [coming soon…]
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Austrian 2019 vs Silverstone 2019
Copy, paste. Revenge done.
CLEAR BLOOM – ReShade for TS4 by amoebae
Clear Bloom was initially created to take advantage of my Full Bloom MultiLUT atlas, and to provide a clear and colourful, but soft, preset that looks good in all worlds.
Album of screenshots using Clear Bloom.
Since the release of Seasons, it is quite difficult to create stylised ReShade presets that look good at all times in all worlds in all weathers, because the lighting can vary so dramatically.
Clear Bloom is intended to be a hands-on preset. I have set up quite a few different effects that can be turned on or off in different locations to get the most out of just one preset. If you don’t like opening the ReShade GUI and turning effects on and off (or using the provided keybinds) this may not be for you.
A list of tips & tricks on how to use Clear Bloom is included in the download in a Read Me file.
The most important thing to note is that there are 4 LUTs from the Full Bloom MultiLUT atlas that I have used in my screenshots and built the preset around. They are: Capella, Catria, Gorgon, and mPhantom. I list some examples of which I prefer in which world in the Read Me file, but you can of course experiment and use any you like.
THINGS TO DOWNLOAD
amoebae - Clear Bloom ReShade (includes preset ini file, as well as several modified or unavailable shaders)
ReShade 3.4.1
Official Shaders for ReShade 3.4.1
qUINT Shaders for ReShade 3.4.1
INSTALLATION
Please follow these steps precisely in this order (note: if you already have ReShade 3.4.1 installed you can skip to step 3):
Install ReShade 3.4.1 by running the ReShade_Setup_3.4.1.exe and following the instructions. Say ‘Yes’ to download the current shaders so it sets up the correct paths for you (we will overwrite them with the shaders for 3.4.1 in the next step)
Place the reshade-shaders folder from the main 3.4.1 shaders you downloaded above
Place the Shaders folder from the qUINT shaders you downloaded above into your reshade-shaders folder that is now in your Bin folder
Place the reshade-shaders folders from my Clear Bloom download into your Bin folder
Place amoe - Clear Bloom.ini in your Bin folder
Say ‘Yes’ whenever prompted to merge any folders and replace any files (some are modified versions of official shaders, which is why you need to install in this order).
If you have any problems, either with installation or using Clear Bloom, please let me know via Ask or Message.
If you see an error regarding the MagicBloom shader, go into your reshade-shaders>Shaders folder and delete it because Clear Bloom doesn’t use it.
I would love to see your screenshots using Clear Bloom, so feel free to tag me @pictureamoebae.
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The 1644 line after pulling historic remontadas out of their asses and going p19-p3 and p16-p4
real wheel to wheel racing.
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get yourself a main character whos two primary emotions are "little cunt" and "catatonic with grief"
finish the lyrics with lando and oscar