defenders of the ancients


Voltron Aesthetic: Ancient Rome AU

Gladiators seek to best all; It is the only way to survive in the arena.

Allura, daughter of the late Senator Alfor, serves as the presiding Domina over the House of Altea. Meanwhile her uncle Coran is head of their family’s Ludus, a trainer and trader for both the house gladiators and those leased by other families into his care. The reputation of their ludus is largely attributed to Shiro, who was once renowned as the undefeated and still hailed as The Champion despite no longer being active in the arena. His glory days ended after the loss of his arm to Zarkon, a fellow gladiator who belonged to the House of Galra. None the less he is now the Doctore to Altea’s gladiators, all respect him and fear the crack of his whip. Any wounds and injuries are tended to by the house Medicus, fondly called Pidge due to their keen eyes and small, pidgeon like stature. Their true name has been all but forgotten now. If not in their infirmary chances are they can be found out in the gardens or marketplace apothecary. Meals for the entire household, including the ludus, are prepared by the Archimagirus, Hunk, and a a small team of other house slaves. The Numidian had originally been purchased to fight in the arena, however his skills were found to be better use in the kitchen. Due to his affable personality he has developed close bonds with the entire household and does not tolerate any stealing of rations from the younger recruits. The House’s new rising champion is Lance, a Hispanian boy who had been within the ludus walls for nearly six years. His title as the Son of Neptune is a nod to his Retiarius fighting style, however it had stemmned from when he was first brought to Rome; the story goes that he was disciplined by being dragged behind his slave ship for a full day with few respites, yet didn’t drown nor fall prey to sharks. The truth is far more simple - he had been a pearl diver in his seaside village and was accustomed to holding his breath for extended periods. He is the self-declared rival of the last notable member of the ludus, a spitfire from the far East hailing from the same region as their Doctore. Keith’s title was born from his performances in the arena from where he would always emerge bathed in blood, both from his own fresh clawmarks and that spilled from whatever beast he had faced off. Unlike the others, he is not an Altea gladiator, he belongs to the House of Galra. His House is one notorious for producing skilled bestiarii such as himself and he had originially been sent to Coran’s ludus for the sole purpose of keeping an eye on his sire’s defeated rival…Not that the others need to know that particular detail.
  • Doctor Strange defenders: They didn't want to cast a Tibetan man as the Ancient One because the movie would get banned in China if they did!
  • me: Suicide Squad was banned in China and made over 700 million dollars fuck off.

Linktober day 10 Mask of the Shiekah,

The ancient tribe of the Shiekah have always lived in the shadows. Surrounded by mystery, magic, and power they have forged a community of almost supernatural ability. Perhaps this is why they were chosen by the goddesses.

Adept in mysticism they have the ability to look into the future and have reflexes that border on precognition making them exceptional warriors. So too are they adept at hand to hand combat, weapons, poison, and traps. It is said that many of the dangers in Hyrule came from their own designs to defend the ancient temples of the Goddesses.

The Fire Dancers from Death Mountain were imbued with their fighting techniques born in flame. Along with Shadow Mimicry from the Water Temple, and Necromancy in the Shadow temple to name a few.

Time passed, treachery and suspicion lead the Sheikah to fade into history. Through violence or exile the people of the Sheikah were slaughtered and hidden away … or do they still exist unknown to the world in perhaps another form

The streets of Rome after dark

A fresco painting of game players in a tavern on the Via di Mercurio in Pompeii

Rome was a place of narrow alleyways, a labyrinth of lanes and passageways. There was no street lighting, nowhere to throw your excrement and no police force.

The real city was the backstreets and they should be avoided after the lights went out or you risked being mugged and robbed by any group of thugs that came along.

Most rich people avoided going out after dark unless they were accompanied by private security team of slaves or their “long retinue of attendants”. The only public protection you could hope for was the paramilitary force of the night watch, the vigiles.

Exactly what these watchmen did and how effective they were is unclear. They were split into battalions across the city and their main duty was to look out for fires breaking out.

If you were a crime victim, you had no other option than to defend yourself. One particularly tricky case discussed in an ancient handbook on Roman law proves the line between crime and self-defense was very thim. The case concerns a shop-keeper who kept his business open at night and left a lamp on the counter, which faced onto the street. A man came down the street and pinched the lamp, and the man in the shop went after him, and a brawl ensued. The thief was carrying a weapon – a piece of rope with a lump of metal at the end – and he coshed the shop-keeper, who retaliated and knocked out the eye of the thief.

This presented Roman lawyers with a tricky question: was the shopkeeper liable for the injury?

Still, night-time Rome wasn’t just dangerous. There was also fun to be had in the clubs, taverns and bars late at night, if you dared to go out that is.

Why the world may not need the Avengers
  • S.H.I.E.L.D.: Fighting HYDRA, an ancient Inhuman that planned to destroy the world with an Inhuman bomb, and an army of robots created by a scientist using a book filled with supernatural power.
  • The Defenders: Defending NYC from powerful mob bosses, corrupt businessmen and politicians, an army of ancient ninja that performs blood rituals, and a rapist with mind control powers.
  • Guardians of the Galaxy: Guarding the goddamn galaxy from genocidal madmen who are after ancient artifacts filled with immense power.
  • Avengers: Fighting a robot that one of their own created and...themselves. And the only reason they were pushed into fighting each other is because of that robot.
Elide goes hunting (Maeve)

So the team going out to find and rescue Aelin from Maeve (ancient and powerful Fae queen, defended by an entire kingdom of Fae warriors) consists of Rowan, Gavriel, Lorcan, and ELIDE.

Three (centuries-old) Fae warriors with powerful magic… and a tiny teenage human female.

And the thing is, not one of the males BLINKED AN EYE when she said she was coming along. Because, dude…

They KNOW. They know this chick is not to be messed with.

I can’t wait to see what she can do, how that bit of witch-blood manifests, how she’ll help bring that arrogant evil witch down.

A Valentine to Bad-Ass Women

A woman with a good left hook will always find a place in my heart.

Too often, we allow ourselves to believe that the world is a civilized place. It is not. I have always been inspired by heroines who defy the stereotype of frail femininity. At a subconscious level, they tell us that it is OK to hit back, to defend ourselves.

There is an ancient proverb that says “every rose has its thorns.” Generally, this is interpreted to mean that even things (or people) which appear to be perfect have their flaws, only I don’t agree that the thorn is a flaw. The thorn performs the vital function of protecting the rose. We women need to find our thorns.

When my stepdaughters were little, I showed them the martial arts film, The Heroic Trio, starring three kick-ass women. When my daughter was 12, we watched Tura Satana in Faster Pussycat Kill, Kill. When my elderly aunt came to visit me from Mexico, we watched The Long Kiss Goodnight with Geena Davis in the role of a lethal assassin named Charlie Baltimore. These experiences are memorable for me. We had shared a silent conspiracy, sparked by the pleasure of watching the girl beat the guys, for once. The women in those movies are bad-ass, physically strong and unapologetically aggressive. They are roses who have found their thorns.

Today, I’d like to share my unabashed love for these heroines, fictional and real. Here’s a first stem in a Valentine’s bouquet of my favorite roses.

Rest in power, Tura Satana.

Tura Satana image by cpalmeno

the worst thing about the ancient one casting is that people have “defended” casting tilda white-as-rice swinton by saying that the ancient one was created as a stereotype and that marvel didn’t want to create the “old chinese master” trope out of courtesy like????? no if that was the case they’d cast either a younger ancient one, one of Indian/Pakistan or west asian heritage instead or cast an asian woman (michelle yeoh, anyone??) instead??? but no, they have spew this bullshit about how tilda’s “the right person for the job” when a) she doesn’t look the part and b) they’re still denying they’re blatant racists like no it’s okay to make the black delinquent or the ghetto girl or the drug lord latino or the spoilt jewish princess but no thats fine we’ll get rid of one of the only asian characters in the whole mythos because it’s :))) offensive :)))) sweetie :)))

Why are there people who criticize the Ghostbusters and Ocean’s 11 remakes for having an all female cast as if it’s the most disgusting disrespectful thing in the world to take a bunch of modern made up characters and rewrite the story and cast them as popular actresses claiming it’s just a money making gimmick

and then defend every whitewashed film set in Ancient Egypt because “the studios have to make money, of course they’re going to cast popular white actors, that’s how Hollywood works.”

Why are y’all?

Italy's 'monuments men' unearth treasures from ruins of Amatrice quake

The first mission of the new Italian “Blue Helmet” force dedicated to defending cultural heritage was supposed to be in Palmyra, the ancient Syrian city whose monuments were destroyed by Islamic State.

But when a 6.2-magnitude earthquake struck central Italy in August, killing 298 people and devastating the town of Amatrice, the 60 modern-day “monuments men” headed to the rubble, in territory far more familiar than what they were trained for.

On Friday their work in Amatrice was completed. They leave having recovered 900 pieces of art such as altarpieces and other paintings from museums, chapels and shrines.

Fabrizio Parrulli, commander of the carabinieri cultural heritage protection department, said the pieces were being kept in Rieti, where they would be restored before returning home. Read more.

Of all the crisscrossing polyships in YGO, how is there not a combined one for:
- Priest Seto
- Pharaoh Atemu
- Seto Kaiba
- Yami Yugi
& for that matter maybe Yugi Mutou, too.

Cuz the aspect of “Prideshipping” that seems to get me isn’t necessarily the Attempted-Murder-Enemies to “Lovers” arc, but, all of them, intertwined…

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Knights of the Kingsguard
Ryam Redwyne
“Ser Ryam Redwyne was the greatest knight of his day, and one of the worst Hands ever to serve a king.”

Lucamore Strong, “the Lusty”
“The truth is not so funny. He was never called Lucamore the Lusty whilst he lived. His name was Ser Lucamore Strong, and his whole life was a lie. When his deceit was discovered, his own Sworn Brothers gelded him, and the Old King sent him to the Wall. Those sixteen children were left weeping.”

Criston Cole, “the Kingmaker”
Ser Criston Cole. Criston the Kingmaker had set brother against sister and divided the Kingsguard against itself, bringing on the terrible war the singers named the Dance of the Dragons. Some claimed he acted from ambition, for Prince Aegon was more tractable than his willful older sister. Others allowed him nobler motives, and argued that he was defending ancient Andal custom. A few whispered that Ser Criston had been Princess Rhaenyra’s lover before he took the white and wanted vengeance on the woman who had spurned him.

Terrence Toyne
For comfort, she turned to a knight of the Kingsguard, Ser Terrence Toyne. The pair was discovered abed by Aegon himself in 178. Ser Terrence was tortured to death and both Lady Bethany and her father were executed. When Ser Terrence’s brothers sought to avenge his death, Prince Aemon the Dragonknight was slain while defending his brother, King Aegon.

Aemon Targaryen, “the Dragonknight
“My father was Maekar, the First of his Name, and my brother Aegon reigned after him in my stead. My grandfather named me for Prince Aemon the Dragonknight, who was his uncle, or his father, depending on which tale you believe. Aemon, he called me …”

Olyvar Oakheart, “the Green Oak
Ser Olyvar the Green Oak all in white, dying at the side of the Young Dragon. Dorne is no fit place for any Oakheart.

Gwayne Corbray
“Daemon was the Warrior himself that day. No man could stand before him. He broke Lord Arryn’s van to pieces and slew the Knight of Ninestars and Wild Wyl Waynwood before coming up against Ser Gwayne Corbray of the Kingsguard. For near an hour they danced together on their horses, wheeling and circling and slashing as men died all around them. It’s said that whenever Blackfyre and Lady Forlorn clashed, you could hear the sound for a league around. It was half a song and half a scream, they say. But when at last the Lady faltered, Blackfyre clove through Ser Gwayne’s helm and left him blind and bleeding.”

Barristan Selmy, “the Bold”
“Of these seven, only Ser Barristan Selmy is made of the true steel, and Selmy is old.”

Lewyn Martell
“I never had the honor to know Prince Lewyn,” Ser Arys said, “but all agree that he was a great knight.”

Arthur Dayne, “the Sword of the Morning”
They whispered of Ser Arthur Dayne, the Sword of the Morning, deadliest of the seven knights of Aerys’s Kingsguard, and of how their young lord had slain him in single combat.

The ancient citizen saw himself as defending the land of his ancestors, who were also his gods. His ancestors were inseparable from the ground of the city. To lose that ground was to lose the gods of the family. Indeed, the loss of the city meant that the gods had already abandoned it. That is why, whenever a new city was about to be founded, the first public rite involved its members digging a trench to receive soil carried from their previous city, representing the soil in which their ancestors had been buried. Citizens could then still say this was the land of their ancestors, terra patria…
The foundation of a city was not the construction of a few houses, but the assertion of a hereditary religious identity, ‘patriotism’. When defending his city, the ancient citizen was therefore defending the very core of his identity. Religion, family and territory were inseparable, a combination which turned ancient patriotism into an overwhelming passion. The enslavement that often followed the unsuccessful defence of a city merely confirmed a truly dreadful anterior fact: the loss of identity that necessarily accompanied the loss of domestic gods…
Everything that was important to him– his ancestors, his worship, his moral life, his pride and property– depended upon the survival and well-being of the city. That is why devotion to the ‘sacred fatherland’ was deemed the supreme virtue. In devoting himself to the city before everything else, the citizen was serving his gods. No abstract principle of justice could give him pause. Piety and patriotism were one and the same thing.

For the Greeks, to be without patriotism, to be anything less than an active citizen, was to be an ‘idiot’.That, indeed, is what the word originally meant, referring to anyone who retreated from the life of the city. So it is no accident that exile was the most severe punishment the citizen of a polis could suffer. It was worse than death, or rather it was a living death.
—  Larry Siedentop, Inventing the Individual: The Origins of Western Liberalism

AU: Brooklyn Nine-Nine/American Horror Story: Coven

Having graduated from Miss Robichaux’s Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies under the guiding eye of the Supreme, Miss Cordelia Goode, Rosa Diaz and Amy Santiago are now in the middle of a war. Their time is spent defending the coven from the Delphi Trust - an ancient guild of witchhunters - whose attacks are now more powerful and occur more often than ever. Helping in this is Gina Linetti, whose contacts with witches all around the world aid them in enlisting others to help fight those that want to eradicate them. Winning would easier if they weren’t fighting, among others, her childhood best friend and Amy’s most recent crush, Jake Peralta, but that’s not going to stop her.