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#but why would anyone choose westeros I don’t understand
#HOGWARTS THEY HAVE TOILETS#NONE OF THE OTHERS HAVE FUCKING TOILETS
@stefanyd i refuse to go to any magical otherworld if they don’t have toilets
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stefanyd:
queenofthenorths:
#but why would anyone choose westeros I don’t understand
#HOGWARTS THEY HAVE TOILETS#NONE OF THE OTHERS HAVE FUCKING TOILETS
@stefanyd i refuse to go to any magical otherworld if they don’t have toilets
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deathgatesideblog:
Okay, but what about a vampire+werewolf AU?
Look. The tradition tropes thereof fit so well with the Sartan and Patryn stereotypes. An extremely cursory analysis displays the following:
Vampires and werewolves, in some media, are portrayed as having a traditionally antagonistic relationship. Like the Patryn and the Sartan.
Vampires are stereotyped as - elegant. Refined. Possessing numerous powers that are, if you stretch the definition, ‘fantastical’ - depending on the fandom/media, they are fully capable of powers such as flight, turning into mist, shapeshifting into a number of creatures, etc. They are ‘civilized’ beings, preferring to make their homes in cities.
The Sartan, much like vampires, are heavily associated with cities and civilization; their concern is for the community, first and foremost. Sartan magic, in turn, is “of the air, of the unseen, of the possibilities woven in faith in belief”. Flight, shapeshifting - these are skillsets and powers that various Sartans canonically display; furthermore, vampires are essentially the walking dead. And just which race is heavily associated with necromancy in The Death Gate Cycle? (Hint: it isn’t the Patryn).
Werewolves, on the other hand, are often portrayed in conjunction with the wilderness. They are frequently depicted in media as conforming to one of two characterizations - either the quintessential ‘lone wolf’ or as a member of a wolf pack. Although they are shapeshifters, their innately supernatural aspects are usually applied strictly to themselves - to their bodies, to the purely physical.
Patryn magic is drawn from “the possibilities of the seen, the felt, the physical; they take it from the ground, the plants and trees, the rocks, and all objects around them.“ Post-Sundering, the Patryn community is essentially centered on the Tribe, with Runners and Squatters forming the two distinct segments of their society. Fiercely independent and intensely passionate, they confirm so well with the stereotype of the werewolf.
As such, I give you vampire!Alfred and werewolf!Haplo. (Note, once again, Haplo’s cannonical association with canines - one very specific canine, to be precise, who is literally a part of him.)
Alfred is the most awkward vampire ever. He stumbles over his feet, he stumbles over his cape, and he has a terrible habit of biting his own tongue. He is, however, one of the most skilled vampires in recorded history when it comes to the more supernatural aspects of their character - he sucks at all things physical, but - flight? Turning into mist? You’ll never find someone more adept. And, come to think of it - isn’t there one vampire in the literature quintessentially associated with dragons?
Alfred may or may not have inherited the title of ’Dracul’ somewhere along the line. And while he might make a clumsy bat, he makes for a very good dragon.
Haplo is also - a very skilled werewolf. Unlike some others, he was born a werewolf; born in the shadows of the long, cold war between the two supernatural species. The early death of his parents left him with a pronounced hatred of all things vampiric, leading him to flock to the side of Lord Xar later in life - the pack-leader of all pack-leaders, who has promised an end to this war. Haplo can walk comfortably as both a wolf and as a man, and even as the ten-foot-tall Van Helsing-movie style battleform that is a mix of the two - although he prefers not to; he can fight, but he’s not really a berserker.
Of course, the trouble starts when, through a series of zany, impossible coincidences, Haplo and Alfred accidentally end up biting one another. Both Vampirism and Lycanthropy are spread via bite, with a connection forming between biter and bite-ee - in this case? The vampire and the werewolf end up with a physical/mental bond that is utterly unlike anything on record.
Shenanigans result. Although I’m not sure exactly what form they take - any ideas?
heheh, Alfred SUCKS, you say?
….geddit?….because… he’s a vampire….?
Awkward vampire Alfred, though. What an IMAGE. BITING HIS OWN TONGUE god I Love Him. No one ever suspects him of being a vampire, that’s for certain.
Ah, I don’t have many ideas for this, though! I mean… I have so many questions, though! Like, is this more of a modern “secret magical underground” type thing, or more of a traditional fantasy landscape where everyone knows about vampires and werewolves? I guess these werewolves are the kind that can transform at will, rather than waiting for a full moon– though there might be a moon connection, even so… And I just want to know all about the daily life of Alfred the vampire? How does he normally get blood to sustain himself?
Also, I need to know how on earth they accidentally bite each other. How does that happen.
….I keep thinking, like, Haplo’s supposed to kill this person that they’ve just figured out is this SUPER POWERFUL vampire, but as he watches his mark he thinks there’s been some kind of mistake, because this guy can’t POSSIBLY be a vampire, much less one of the most skilled vampires in recorded history. He’s just too clumsy. And… nice.
I tend to picture this as a variant of the semi-traditional ‘modern magical underground’ genre, where the Great Masquerade of Normality is at least nominally observed by both parties. …simply because it makes me LAUGH to think of how ‘normal’ people react to Alfred and Haplo’s various misadventures. And yes, I picture werewolves in this ‘verse as complete theriomorphs, meaning that they have conscious control over their shifts - except for the full moon, perhaps, which is the one time of the month they are compelled to shift.
For some reason, I have the mental image of Alfred living in - well, a house that could be taken straight out of The Addams Family. You know - extremely gothic architecture, multiple stories, the exterior is painted black, iron spear fence, extremely menacing. The kind of building that wolf!Haplo takes one look at and goes ‘yes, a vampire lives here’. Except when Alfred’s new ‘dog’ successfully infiltrated the mansion (he was loitering on the street outside, trying to figure out how to get in when Alfred spotted him, went ‘DOGGIE!’, and adopted him on the spot - Alfred is very, very lonely and quietly ecstatic at the idea of getting a dog)… Well. When Haplo was ushered inside, he discovered that the interior is warm, brightly lit, and decorated in cheery pastel colors. There are cushioned chairs scattered around the various rooms, there are books everywhere, there’s even a half-finished knitting project discarded carelessly to one side.
Haplo discovers that Alfred gets most of his blood from - well, blood bags. The refrigerator is full of them, and the vampire keeps to a strict eating schedule in order to keep himself from getting remotely hungry - secretly, Alfred’s always been terrified of the sheer damage he could wreck if he ever lost himself to bloodlust.
Haplo just - keeps getting BSOD when he tries to conceptualize Alfred as a Terrifyingly Powerful Vampire who is a threat that Must Be Eliminated. The vampire wears an apron when in the kitchen, for goodness sake, and cooks him steak every night for dinner! (Alfred tried to feed his ‘dog’ dog food exactly once. Never again). He gives Haplo baths! He volunteers at a daycare center for children whose parents work late night shifts! He trips over everything! He’s currently trying to teach himself tailoring, for goodness sake!
Except Haplo has seen the Dracul Crest - a dragon midflight, wings outstretched - stored carelessly in one of Alfred’s drawers. It’s a crest that is ONLY awarded to the Dracul - a title bestowed upon vampires of frankly terrifying power and ability. And there was the time he spotted Alfred trying to get a book down that was just out of his reach - however, instead of flying up like a normal vampire or even just getting a chair, Alfred turned into mist and flowed upwards to retrieve his novel. That’s a power that Haplo frankly thought was a myth.
Alfred, of course, figured out that his ‘dog’ was actually a werewolf about two or three days in, but he hasn’t said or done anything to indicate that he knows. He’s been so lonely - it accidentally slips out one evening, and Haplo just stares. How. How?!
Accidentally biting each other - hm. I had the mental image of Haplo reviving Alfred from a dead faint - meaning he’s probably slapping him and shaking him a bit. Alfred is dazed, not quite aware - except that it’s been a bit since his last meal, there’s something warm and fast-moving in front of him, and instinct takes over as he lunges and bites.
Haplo promptly bites him back. So there!
…Haplo and Alfred subsequently experience some overlap of their abilities. Alfred, quite accidentally, briefly turns himself into a wolf. Haplo, as you mentioned in our earlier chat, finds that he can hover a bit - essentially, fly short distances.
Hm. Do you think that the idea of them getting all of each other’s abilities would be - going a bit too far? Canonically, Patryn and Sartan magic can achieve identical results, although they approach it from different directions - they have different areas of focus, but the two races are capable of the same things. So - Haplo and Alfred would never be as good as the other is in regards to their specifically talents and areas of focus, but I have to admit, the idea of Haplo gleefully experimenting with a full range of semi-vampiric abilities while Alfred tries to adjust to being able to walk in sunlight is rather intriguing.
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deathgatesideblog:
Okay, but what about a vampire+werewolf AU?
Look. The tradition tropes thereof fit so well with the Sartan and Patryn stereotypes. An extremely cursory analysis displays the following:
Vampires and werewolves, in some media, are portrayed as having a traditionally antagonistic relationship. Like the Patryn and the Sartan.
Vampires are stereotyped as - elegant. Refined. Possessing numerous powers that are, if you stretch the definition, ‘fantastical’ - depending on the fandom/media, they are fully capable of powers such as flight, turning into mist, shapeshifting into a number of creatures, etc. They are ‘civilized’ beings, preferring to make their homes in cities.
The Sartan, much like vampires, are heavily associated with cities and civilization; their concern is for the community, first and foremost. Sartan magic, in turn, is “of the air, of the unseen, of the possibilities woven in faith in belief”. Flight, shapeshifting - these are skillsets and powers that various Sartans canonically display; furthermore, vampires are essentially the walking dead. And just which race is heavily associated with necromancy in The Death Gate Cycle? (Hint: it isn’t the Patryn).
Werewolves, on the other hand, are often portrayed in conjunction with the wilderness. They are frequently depicted in media as conforming to one of two characterizations - either the quintessential ‘lone wolf’ or as a member of a wolf pack. Although they are shapeshifters, their innately supernatural aspects are usually applied strictly to themselves - to their bodies, to the purely physical.
Patryn magic is drawn from “the possibilities of the seen, the felt, the physical; they take it from the ground, the plants and trees, the rocks, and all objects around them.“ Post-Sundering, the Patryn community is essentially centered on the Tribe, with Runners and Squatters forming the two distinct segments of their society. Fiercely independent and intensely passionate, they confirm so well with the stereotype of the werewolf.
As such, I give you vampire!Alfred and werewolf!Haplo. (Note, once again, Haplo’s cannonical association with canines - one very specific canine, to be precise, who is literally a part of him.)
Alfred is the most awkward vampire ever. He stumbles over his feet, he stumbles over his cape, and he has a terrible habit of biting his own tongue. He is, however, one of the most skilled vampires in recorded history when it comes to the more supernatural aspects of their character - he sucks at all things physical, but - flight? Turning into mist? You’ll never find someone more adept. And, come to think of it - isn’t there one vampire in the literature quintessentially associated with dragons?
Alfred may or may not have inherited the title of ’Dracul’ somewhere along the line. And while he might make a clumsy bat, he makes for a very good dragon.
Haplo is also - a very skilled werewolf. Unlike some others, he was born a werewolf; born in the shadows of the long, cold war between the two supernatural species. The early death of his parents left him with a pronounced hatred of all things vampiric, leading him to flock to the side of Lord Xar later in life - the pack-leader of all pack-leaders, who has promised an end to this war. Haplo can walk comfortably as both a wolf and as a man, and even as the ten-foot-tall Van Helsing-movie style battleform that is a mix of the two - although he prefers not to; he can fight, but he’s not really a berserker.
Of course, the trouble starts when, through a series of zany, impossible coincidences, Haplo and Alfred accidentally end up biting one another. Both Vampirism and Lycanthropy are spread via bite, with a connection forming between biter and bite-ee - in this case? The vampire and the werewolf end up with a physical/mental bond that is utterly unlike anything on record.
Shenanigans result. Although I’m not sure exactly what form they take - any ideas?
heheh, Alfred SUCKS, you say?
….geddit?….because… he’s a vampire….?
Awkward vampire Alfred, though. What an IMAGE. BITING HIS OWN TONGUE god I Love Him. No one ever suspects him of being a vampire, that’s for certain.
Ah, I don’t have many ideas for this, though! I mean… I have so many questions, though! Like, is this more of a modern “secret magical underground” type thing, or more of a traditional fantasy landscape where everyone knows about vampires and werewolves? I guess these werewolves are the kind that can transform at will, rather than waiting for a full moon– though there might be a moon connection, even so… And I just want to know all about the daily life of Alfred the vampire? How does he normally get blood to sustain himself?
Also, I need to know how on earth they accidentally bite each other. How does that happen.
….I keep thinking, like, Haplo’s supposed to kill this person that they’ve just figured out is this SUPER POWERFUL vampire, but as he watches his mark he thinks there’s been some kind of mistake, because this guy can’t POSSIBLY be a vampire, much less one of the most skilled vampires in recorded history. He’s just too clumsy. And… nice.
I tend to picture this as a variant of the semi-traditional ‘modern magical underground’ genre, where the Great Masquerade of Normality is at least nominally observed by both parties. …simply because it makes me LAUGH to think of how ‘normal’ people react to Alfred and Haplo’s various misadventures. And yes, I picture werewolves in this ‘verse as complete theriomorphs, meaning that they have conscious control over their shifts - except for the full moon, perhaps, which is the one time of the month they are compelled to shift.
For some reason, I have the mental image of Alfred living in - well, a house that could be taken straight out of The Addams Family. You know - extremely gothic architecture, multiple stories, the exterior is painted black, iron spear fence, extremely menacing. The kind of building that wolf!Haplo takes one look at and goes ‘yes, a vampire lives here’. Except when Alfred’s new ‘dog’ successfully infiltrated the mansion (he was loitering on the street outside, trying to figure out how to get in when Alfred spotted him, went ‘DOGGIE!’, and adopted him on the spot - Alfred is very, very lonely and quietly ecstatic at the idea of getting a dog)… Well. When Haplo was ushered inside, he discovered that the interior is warm, brightly lit, and decorated in cheery pastel colors. There are cushioned chairs scattered around the various rooms, there are books everywhere, there’s even a half-finished knitting project discarded carelessly to one side.
Haplo discovers that Alfred gets most of his blood from - well, blood bags. The refrigerator is full of them, and the vampire keeps to a strict eating schedule in order to keep himself from getting remotely hungry - secretly, Alfred’s always been terrified of the sheer damage he could wreck if he ever lost himself to bloodlust.
Haplo just - keeps getting BSOD when he tries to conceptualize Alfred as a Terrifyingly Powerful Vampire who is a threat that Must Be Eliminated. The vampire wears an apron when in the kitchen, for goodness sake, and cooks him steak every night for dinner! (Alfred tried to feed his ‘dog’ dog food exactly once. Never again). He gives Haplo baths! He volunteers at a daycare center for children whose parents work late night shifts! He trips over everything! He’s currently trying to teach himself tailoring, for goodness sake!
Except Haplo has seen the Dracul Crest - a dragon midflight, wings outstretched - stored carelessly in one of Alfred’s drawers. It’s a crest that is ONLY awarded to the Dracul - a title bestowed upon vampires of frankly terrifying power and ability. And there was the time he spotted Alfred trying to get a book down that was just out of his reach - however, instead of flying up like a normal vampire or even just getting a chair, Alfred turned into mist and flowed upwards to retrieve his novel. That’s a power that Haplo frankly thought was a myth.
Alfred, of course, figured out that his ‘dog’ was actually a werewolf about two or three days in, but he hasn’t said or done anything to indicate that he knows. He’s been so lonely - it accidentally slips out one evening, and Haplo just stares. How. How?!
Accidentally biting each other - hm. I had the mental image of Haplo reviving Alfred from a dead faint - meaning he’s probably slapping him and shaking him a bit. Alfred is dazed, not quite aware - except that it’s been a bit since his last meal, there’s something warm and fast-moving in front of him, and instinct takes over as he lunges and bites.
Haplo promptly bites him back. So there!
…Haplo and Alfred subsequently experience some overlap of their abilities. Alfred, quite accidentally, briefly turns himself into a wolf. Haplo, as you mentioned in our earlier chat, finds that he can hover a bit - essentially, fly short distances.
Hm. Do you think that the idea of them getting all of each other’s abilities would be - going a bit too far? Canonically, Patryn and Sartan magic can achieve identical results, although they approach it from different directions - they have different areas of focus, but the two races are capable of the same things. So - Haplo and Alfred would never be as good as the other is in regards to their specifically talents and areas of focus, but I have to admit, the idea of Haplo gleefully experimenting with a full range of semi-vampiric abilities while Alfred tries to adjust to being able to walk in sunlight is rather intriguing.
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the-last-hair-bender:
did-you-kno:
There are fences around London made
from WWII medical stretchers. During the
war, Great Britain tore down fences and
used the metal for the war effort, then
they repurposed the stretchers back into
fences after the war ended. You can tell
which fences used to be stretchers,
because they are black wire mesh and
still have the curved handholds.
Source Source 2 Source 3
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@jhaernyl have you seen any of these?
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the-last-hair-bender:
did-you-kno:
There are fences around London made
from WWII medical stretchers. During the
war, Great Britain tore down fences and
used the metal for the war effort, then
they repurposed the stretchers back into
fences after the war ended. You can tell
which fences used to be stretchers,
because they are black wire mesh and
still have the curved handholds.
Source Source 2 Source 3
Photo: Museum of St John
@jhaernyl have you seen any of these?
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myheart-istheworstkindofweapon:
The Money Tubbs only comes around every 5628 seconds. Reblog the Money Tubbs and you’ll find money!
Bitttchhh the last time I reblogged some bullshit like this I booked a 2k 30minute shoot lmao
Alright money Tubbs hook me up!
I trust in Money Tubbs :)
Blessed be Tubbs!
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ceejles:
thefingerfuckingfemalefury:
angeluslorelei:
modelinterrupted:
myheart-istheworstkindofweapon:
The Money Tubbs only comes around every 5628 seconds. Reblog the Money Tubbs and you’ll find money!
Bitttchhh the last time I reblogged some bullshit like this I booked a 2k 30minute shoot lmao
Alright money Tubbs hook me up!
I trust in Money Tubbs :)
Blessed be Tubbs!
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