sans symptom me:
get a stable job live in a nice house, just be happy
IM GONNA BE A MOVIE/TELEVISION/ROCK STAR WRITE ABOUT 100000 BEST SELLING NOVELS AND MOVIES AND TV SHOWS I WANT TO ALSO BE A KICKBOXING OLYMPIC CHAMPION HAVE LOTS OF SEX WITH DIFFERENT PEOPLE BUT ALSO BE IN A COMMITTED EXCLUSIVE RELATIONSHIP MODEL FOR VICTORIA SECRET AND WIN THE NOBEL PEACE PRIZE AND EVERY SINGLE AWARD MY WIKIPEDIA PAGE WILL BE LIT
A little context: I run a homebrew 5e campaign for my school’s DnD club, so all the players are students. The regulars are a Human Paladin named Yang, a Teifling Sorcerer named Eldernoct(who was gonna for this), and a Drown Rouge named Griff. Yang has a modified sheild made specifically for sheild sliding so, naturally, I included a surfing contest. Yang joined it immediately. These are the events that transpired.
DM(Me), as Contest Announcer, on a podium: “Welcome to the 512nd Annual Sheild Surfing Competition! Are there any dudes out there rad enough to take on the Verbanian Mountains!?”
Griff, OOC: “Something is off about this guys tone. I’m going to roll Insight.”
*gets a 2*
DM: You can tell he plans on standing up there trying to recruit people for this contest.
Yang: “Hey, Buddy, I don’t know what this “Rad” thing is, but I know for a fact that’s what I am! I’m joining right now. How do pal?“
DM, as CA: "It’ll cost approximately 250 Gold my dude! If you win, you’ll get a sweet secret prize!”
Griff and Yang: “Deal!”
So they enter and I threw in two in other NPC’s to play too, for a challenge. In the end Yang won by a long shot and Griff came in second, but the Announcer had different ideas. He was distracted by
CA: “Woah dudes and dudettes, sweet moves! That was a close race! Anyway, let’s give out those ranks. In third is a… Cliff? Bummer dude, shoulda surfed better. In second place is… Yang! First place goes to the Baker lady with the sweet buns, if ya know what I mean. Yang, here’s your prize.”
*Sticks out fist for a fist bump.*
Yang, OOC: Do I know what he’s doing?
DM: Go ahead and roll Wisdom.
*Yang rolls a 1*
DM: You think he’s both attempting an attack and insulting your mother.
Yang: You son of a… *rolls to slug* *1*
DM: You end up punching the Baker Lady and her falls over and *1* smashes her face on her sheild. You now have the blood of a winner on your hands.
C is nothing like any other concert Nursey had ever been to. It isn’t loud so
much as full, as if every one of
Nursey’s senses is just bursting with sensation and he can’t do anything but
experience it. He doesn’t remember if he had anything to drink, but he feels
loose and happy like when he steals some of Dex’s tub juice because he really
doesn’t appreciate it as much as he should. Of course, the feeling could just
be from dancing, screaming lyrics he doesn’t know, being anonymous, other
worldly, immortal, just for a bit.
A hand curls itself around his wrist and he turns, grinning
widely when he sees Dex standing there, flushed from head to toe, jumping in
time with the beat. Dex grins back and Nursey laughs for no other reason than
he’s happy and needs to let the world know.
“Come on!” Dex shouts over the music, though Nursey still
doesn’t hear him. The only reason he knows what Dex is saying is because he’s
staring so intently at Dex’s lips. A little on the thin side, but sometimes
when he fusses with them the bottom one gets all red and kiss bitten, puffing
up a bit, and Nursey could write sonnets just on that bottom lip.
//Witter here with a character sheet that I use. I hope it comes in handy!
“A quote from or about your character.”
- Book, Chapter, Thought, Etc.
Name: [The name you call them and they call themselves mainly; but if it isn’t their real biological name, make sure you note that information down somewhere] Name Meaning: [Self explanatory] Pronunciation: [Self explanatory] Other Names: [Nicknames? Aliases?] Titles: [A title they might have earned? Like ‘The Trouble Maker’ or ‘General’?]
Sex: [Self explanatory] Gender: [Self explanatory] Age: [Can add what they look like in terms of age]
Birth Date: [Were they born on Earth with our terms of years?] Birth Place: [Self explanatory; where were they born?]
Species: [Human? Shape shifter? Alien?] Home-Planet: [Earth? Mars? Completely made up planet?] Nationality: [I think this goes without saying] Occupation: [Space janitor? Mortician? Artist?]
Dominant Hand: [Ambi? Left? Right? Third Hand?] Astrological Sign: [Leo? Cancer? Virgo? A completely new one?] Blood Type: [Might come in handy]
Main Appearance: [Here’s where I put a detailed paragraph or two talking about the general description of my character, from skin color, to facial shape, to height/weight, hair color, birthmarks, scars, skin conditions, eye color, etc.]
Alternative Appearances: [This refers to other forms your character might have. Like, say they have a disguise or they’re a shape shifter]
Wardrobe: [Self explanatory]
Accessories: [Self explanatory] Musical Instruments: [Self explanatory] Piercings: [Self explanatory] Hygiene: [Self explanatory] Makeup: [Self explanatory] Perfume / Cologne: [Self explanatory] Scent: [Natural] Tattoos: [Self explanatory- I usually put this and piercings up in Appearance, but if it’s feeling cluttered to you, this is fine]
Diet: [Self explanatory] Exercise: [Self explanatory; how frequently?] Fitness: [Self explanatory; Are they ‘in shape’?] Posture: [Self explanatory]
Abnormalities: [In their health] Aids: [Medicines, coping habits, Glasses, Hearing Aids, etc?] Allergies: [Include their severity] Diseases: [If they have any] Illnesses: [If they have any] Disorders: [If they have any] Broken Bones: [If they have any] Reason for Health: [This is a general explanation of how they might have come to have what they have, hereditary or if they fell from a tree and got a broken bone]
Accent / Dialect: [Self explanatory] Voice: [Self explanatory; rough/delicate/raspy, etc] Laughter: [Self explanatory; is it breathy? Bubbly? Almost too soft to hear?] Impediments: [Self explanatory; stutters, etc.]
Languages: [Languages they might know] Personality: [Self explanatory; this usually gets really long]
Outlook on Life: [Self explanatory] Philosophy / Motto: [Self explanatory]
Priorities: [Self explanatory; goals they have in mind?] Self Confidence: [Self explanatory; how they outwardly show it] Self Control: [Self explanatory] Self Esteem: [Self explanatory; this is how they feel deep inside]
Quirks: [Self explanatory; like, do they rub their neck a lot? Always fiddle with stuff?] Hobbies: [Self explanatory] Closet Hobbies: [Self explanatory; stuff they aren’t too keen on sharing] Guilty Pleasures: [Self explanatory]
Favorites: [Self explanatory; general things, such as favorite food, movie genre, music, etc] Least Favorites: [Self explanatory]
Ability: [Self explanatory] Position: [Self explanatory; position they find themselves when in combat, defense or offense, as well as if they’re leader, etc] Weapon: [Self explanatory] Element: [Self explanatory] Martial Arts: [Self explanatory] Strengths: [Self explanatory] Weaknesses: [Self explanatory] Restrictions: [Self explanatory]
Home, Work, and Education
Abode: [What kind of place do they live in? Apartment? Duplex? House? What does the interior look like?]
THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR ENTERING!!! This has been a lot of fun! Look forward to more of these in the future! I’m coming up on a follower milestone, I’ll probably do something special for that.
Everyone’s art and writing was truly lovely and special in its own way and I fully encourage you to keep doing what you are doing. It’s a little overwhelming to know that there were enough people that liked my fic enough to want to make art for this contest, but it makes me really happy. I didn’t expect this good of a turn out! You are all wonderful, talented people and I love you! <3
Expect a message from me within the next couple of days!
Dearest Winter, how the years have aged you, Changed from rain to biting coldness, Frost over green paddocks, in this little memory town.
Thermometers on fence posts, this reply is not worthy For her heart is stronger, Armour made from travelling the nights deep freeze.
Dearest Winter, how I pray for a Crones blessing, Maiden and Mother have flown, the most wise The oldest androgyny has come to claim her prize.
I welcome her, my beautiful hermaphrodite, To know the secrets of this frozen empire, Whispers of atoms, alchemists battling starvation The many small fish are thawing my closed, spiked heart
Dearest Winter, bring me angel’s tears, Ice so pure, bullets and stars of dew, Filled in bottles that shatter as the water freezes In rain tanks, filtered pure, straight from the clouds.
Here comes, the heavy blanket, Filigree threads of a neglected love Can you see, how I am picking my way With hands stuck to an axe, plying my skeleton fingers, Away, to wrap and bind, my true self
Dearest Winter, only you know my flaws and cracks, How ices properties and grotesque landscapes On my Island, home, of pseudo-science, Creating a myth both familiar and foreign Thawed out by history and yet still fresh.
Wes wandered his way through the lunch line, not bothering to pay attention to whatever Chris was trying to tell him or what the lunch lady was piling on his plate. It wasn’t like he’d be able to tell what it was anyways.
He’d had all weekend to think about what Fenton had said, the house to himself to go back over research he’d done the past year and no one to interrupt him; he didn’t want to think about his Dad was doing over at Vlad’s mansion, so the conspiracy was really the only thing left to distract him. Although Fenton’s situation wasn’t much better.
He kept thinking about what he’d said about people wanting to hurt him, to kill him… Somehow Wes had just never made the connection that it was really that serious… Although when he went through the old news footage, videos of ghost attacks, even a few police reports, he couldn’t believe how he’d missed it. He wasn’t just looking for similarities between the two characters, further proof of his theory, like a game where you had to solve the mystery, pull together the facts, get people to believe you. This time he was just watching to watch, actually listening to what was happening, not just how it could further his own interests.
It had finally hit him that weekend: This was real. He was actually watching his classmate go out and fight for his life. The kid wasn’t pretending to be a superhero, or playing the good guy, he was actually living it. And Wes just sat there, watching reruns of the kid catching a truck that was about to fall on a crowd, about to kill people, mostly teenagers and fangirls who had run up to see the fight, oohing and ahhhing like they were watching a film…
But this wasn’t a film, wasn’t a game… It was a job. A very serious, very important job. One that no one in their right mind would entrust to a freshman but that was the thing; no had realized that it was a freshman… Except for Wes. And what had he done with that knowledge? Wined and blackmailed and acted entitled to the secret like the kid’s life was a prize to be won.
He felt sick, disgusted with himself because he’d somehow always thought of Fenton as a conspiracy and not a person… And now that he’d had the chance to think about it… He could finally see why no one made the connection between Fenton and Phantom. Phantom was strong, witty, confident, fast, and Fenton was weak, spindly, and it was frankly impressive that the kid could even lift a pencil… But more than that, the way he moved, the way he held himself… He just looked… Tired.
And not the “stayed up late playing video games tired.” More like “Stayed up playing into triple over-time with no subs and we’ve still got a four hour drive home” tired. He was actually watching as Fenton’s head drooped, falling asleep in the middle of the lunch room, shoulders slumped, looking too exhausted to even lift his fork… Before Wes would have held that up as evidence–
“What you gonna do?” Wes jumped when Chris bumped his shoulder and spoke. “Take pictures and say that Fenton kid is Phantom ‘cause he’s tired? Give it a break, man.” Wes hadn’t even realized he’d been staring.
“Ah, sorry. I was just thinking about stuff…” Wes looked back down at his plate, pushing the less-than-appetizing mush around with his fork. He was only vaguely aware that it was now his friend’s turn to stare. This time at him. “What?” He met their eyes.
It was Chris who spoke, “… You’re not going to go on rant about Fenton? About how it's so obvious? About how we’re all terrible friends for not believing you?”
“You're not terrible friends.”
“We don't believe you about Fenton, though” Louis said, jabbing his fork mockingly from across the table.
“Yeah, I know.” And for the first time Wes was glad about that. He made a decision. Fenton deserved his privacy. “It’s not him anyhow.”
Louis pretended to do a spit-take all over Emmett, which sparked an argument on that side of the table. Everyone else was staring at Wes, open-mouthed and seriously exaggerating their shock.
“Who are you and what have you done with my friend!” Sometimes he really hated how funny his friends found overreacting.
“I saw a clip of them both in the same place at the same time.” He lied, “I was wrong. My mistake. Sorry. Are we done?”
“You sure it wasn’t just a clone? Evil twin? Life-model robot?” Emily had always been on the forefront of the 'make fun of Wes’ brigade.
“Yes, okay. I. was. wrong.” Emily narrowed her eyes at him, pretending to be looking for a flaw in his facade, as if she was good enough at poker to tell when anyone was lying. He glared back.
“Wow, I do believe Wes has actually grown a brain. Congratulations.” Wes rolled his eyes at Louis and, after a few more terrible jokes and unwanted comments, the conversation changed… Except for Chris.
“You sure you’re alright, man? You seem kind of out of it.” He sounded concerned, even lowering his voice in the cafeteria to protect Wes’s privacy. He was nice like that.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” It wasn’t a lie, not exactly, but it still felt bad to tell… And Chris wasn’t buying it.
“Is it about your Dad? You know you can talk to me.”
Wes shook his head. “I just feel kind of bad, you know? I think I got Fenton in trouble with his parents.” It felt much better to tell the truth, even if it was only a small part of it.
“Are you going to apologize?”
“I… hadn’t thought of that…” Wes looked over at where Fenton was sitting, his head actually lying flat against the dirty cafeteria table, fast asleep. Maybe he should. After all, he’d assumed Fenton’s parents knew and if they they didn’t… it looked like he could really use some more help… If he was even willing to accept it…
Still, it didn’t hurt to try. Wes stood and made his way across the cafeteria. No one paid him much attention, but as he reached the table where Fenton was sitting it occurred to him that the boy was actually asleep… meaning he’d have to wake him… but it was a little late for that now…
His friend’s exchanged glances and looked curiously at Wes; apparently Fenton hadn’t told them about the kid who was slandering his reputation…
“Ghost.” Wes just had to speak the word and Fenton was up in truly comical fashion, looking around like a dog told to fetch.
The boy to his right burst into laughter. “Oh, man, dude! You are totally turning into your dad.”
Fenton actually whacked him in the head for that, before he noticed Wes standing there and groaned. “What do you want?” He did not sound happy to see Wes at all.
“I just… wanted to apologize.” It didn’t really sound like enough and he remembered what he’d said at the party about protecting people… “I guess I just never thought of how it might affect you. So… sorry, I guess. I’ll stop talking about you… Even tell people something else if you want…” He found himself looking down at his shoes, noticing for the first time that the laces were laced differently on the left and the right…
“Apology accepted." That he had not been expecting; his eyes flew up to Fenton’s face and he was smiling, actually smiling… Still ridiculously tired, though, which was probably what compelled him to actually reach out a hand and say "Welcome to Team Phantom.”
His handshake wasn’t as strong as Wes had expected; it was average at best, supported by spindly arms that held next to no muscle. His friends were looking slightly horrified, as if concerned that their friend had finally succumbed to stress and lost his mind.
But Wes smiled back. “You know, you might not get so tired if you exercised more. Built up some endurance.”
“You sound like Sam.” Fenton– Danny? Rolled his eyes.
“Well, Sam is right.” The girl had spoken, nudging her friend. “You’re thin as a rake."
"Clearly you didn’t see me lift a car the other day. That had to be at least a ton.”
“Pretty sure weight doesn’t count when you’re floating. Does gravity even affect ghosts?” Wes asked.
Danny looked shocked, mouth hanging open, like he’d finally understood Einstein’s theory. “I never thought of that…”
Background. Not quite a traditional War and not quite like Apocrypha, in this war, Heroes have been placed into pairs to work together for the ultimate glory, both summoned under one Master. Can the greatest heroes in history cast aside their pride to work as teams? Will some Heroes prove that they really are better off alone? The Geminus Holy Grail War is nigh.
Rules. Randomly assigned pairs are teams, and these teams square off against all other teams. Any team you are not a part of is an enemy. Alliances can be made, but in the end, only one team will be victorious. A Saber could be randomly paired up with an Assassin to work as a team to annihilate another pair. A Lancer and an Archer. Berserker and a Caster. Perhaps even a pair of two Sabers, two Riders. The Heroes don’t have to work together at all times, and can go their separate ways — it’s all up to the muns. Perhaps there will even be betrayals.
How do these teams get set up? Orrie mun will handle the random selection using a generator. To hold this event, we need two muses, canon or oc, of each Class. If specialty Classes (Avenger / etc ) wish to participate, we can make adjustments. If no participants volunteer from a certain class, then participants will be taken from other Classes (a Lancer will take the missing Assassin’s place, possibly leading to three Lancers in the war, etc.).
It would be NICE if we had seven Masters to handle the teams, but as Master muses are harder to come by, if we cannot find a Master for a team, the Master will have to be a NPC, or something of the sort — the muns of that team can decide themselves.
The War will take place starting July 01, when the Heroes are Summoned (you would be expected to begin your threads relating to the Geminus War on July 01; there is a level of commitment expected from participating). The War officially ends at midnight (EST) on July 31, granting an entire month for everyone to write their threads and get their action in. Threads that take place in this War should be tagged a certain way to separate it from other verses. The phrase ‘faterp geminus’ or ‘geminus’ should appear in the tag somewhere for ease.
IN NEED OF:
Master x 7.
SABER x 2.
LANCER x 2.
ARCHER x 2.
RIDER x 2.
CASTER x 2.
BERSERKER x 2.
ASSASSIN x 2.
Getting a spot in the War is by random selection. I ask that people who are extremely selective about who they rp with consider it carefully before joining, as they may end up writing with people that they are not typically mutuals with. Essentially, this event may force you to temporarily and selectively lift a mutuals-only rule to be able to write with the other members of the War. Cooperation and communication is HIGHLY encouraged and will be VITAL to this event.
Fight threads are expected. Violence is expected. It is expected for teams to be knocked out in threads, and for those knock-outs to be made KNOWN, but if all are still standing by the end of the month, a way to fairly determine the ‘winners’ will be used.
BOTH Servants need to be defeated for a team to be considered out. A Servant can continue on without their partner and still stand a chance.
★ THE WINNING TEAM WILL RECEIVE A SECRET PRIZE. ★
If you have any questions or wish to participate, please message Orrie mun ( NORDIIXA ) ( BRYNHILDR ) and I will answer everything as best I can. =)
THOSE WHO WISH TO PARTICIPATE MUST MESSAGE ORRIE (@ NORDIIXA) AN ASK AND I’LL BEGIN A ROSTER IMMEDIATELY. EACH MUSE WILL BE ASSIGNED A NUMBER, THEN A RANDOM SELECTION WILL PULL THE PARTICIPANTS. TEAMS WILL BE SET UP FRIDAY EVENING, JUNE 30.
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Homra Dance studio Au? And Yata trying to teach Fushimi how to dance...
So say this is one of those AUs where Homra runs this dance studio
for underprivileged kids and helps get them off the street. Yata’s
been working there and living in the apartment above the studio with
a bunch of the other guys for a few years, he got kicked out of the
house after his mom remarried and had some trouble living on the
streets before he ran into Totsuka one day who convinced him to come
to the dance studio, thinking Yata’s moves on his skateboard were
cool and that he could be a great dancer. Yata was reluctant at
first, immediately assuming that dance is for girls, but then he sees
Mikoto’s cool hip hop dance moves and becomes entranced, determined
to become just as good a dancer so that he can be part of Homra’s
crew. After that Yata joins up, he’s one of the younger members of
the group and being in Homra’s given him some much-needed stability
and focus, like Kusanagi home-schools some of the younger members of
the troupe and while Yata’s not the brightest bulb in the drawer he
respects Kusanagi and wants to do his best even with stuff like
learning because Kusanagi tells him that if he wants to go further
with Homra he needs brains as well as moves.
Then say a few months have passed since Yata joined up and he’s
picked up the moves quickly, he’s already featured in some dances and
he’s finally feeling like he belongs somewhere for the first time in
his life. That’s when Totsuka brings home a new stray human, this
sullen skinny kid in glasses who claims to hate dancing and doesn’t
see the point in being dragged to the dance studio. Fushimi ran away
from home to get away from his abusive father but anywhere he goes
Niki seems to find him, Homra was his last resort because they don’t
keep electronic records of who’s there or anything. Yata initially
dislikes Fushimi on sight, like this guy has a bad attitude and does
nothing but disrespect Homra why do we even want him here. Totsuka
keeps telling Yata that he’ll understand eventually, Yata doesn’t
realize Totsuka’s meaning until one day he decides to sneak out of
his room at night to go down to the studio for some late night
practicing and catches Fushimi there doing like this amazing ballet
routine. As it turns out Fushimi was forced to take lessons as a kid,
his family wanted him to be a great ballet dancer but he ran away in
part to avoid those expectations. Yata doesn’t get why Fushimi
doesn’t want to dance though, like he thinks Fushimi molding his
ballet skills into Homra’s hip hop style could do something great but
Fushimi thinks it’s stupid and refuses.
Maybe then it turns out there’s some kind of big dance competition
coming up and Homra desperately needs to win in order to have enough
money to keep everyone housed in the building and safe. Yata’s
determined to do what he can to make sure Homra gets the prize money
and he thinks that with Fushimi as their secret weapon they could do
it. Fushimi of course has already decided he wants nothing to do with
dance or even Homra, he’s just using them for a roof over his head,
but when Yata starts talking about how amazing Fushimi’s dancing was
Fushimi finds himself suddenly not hating his skills as much as he
once did. Yata convinces Fushimi to enter one event in the
competition, the duo section, where he and Yata will form a team and
dance together. Fushimi complains that he doesn’t work with a
partner and beside their styles aren’t compatible at all but Yata’s
already decided that he’s going to make this work. He choreographs
this whole amazing routine that incorporates Fushimi’s ballet moves
and then takes it on himself to teach Fushimi how to dance in Homra’s
style. The more they dance together the more they both start to
discover how much they enjoy it, like at first they’re just bickering
and tripping over each other but Fushimi’s a quick study and he
starts to find it exhilarating trying to keep up with Yata’s moves,
matching him step for step, both of them moving in perfect sync with
each other as if they’ve known each other forever.
Hi! Do you have any headcanons on how Dazai would spend the weekend?
i sure have some sunshine! let’s go through them one by one <3 - mikado
. As shown in the
series, Dazai is a pretty lazy and laid-back guy when it comes to anything
other than suicide. He doesn’t have any particular
creative hobbies like music or art, and sports and other gym-related activities
are a big ‘no’ from him. If it weren’t for his active status in the Agency, he’d
probably spend his weekends scouting for the ideal place to end his life in or
complimenting women on the street [which in itself is a great thing to do]
before completely ruining his first impression on them by asking them to die
. Then again, I
specify this to the Dazai who isn’t part of the Agency. So then, what does the current Dazai occupy himself with during the weekend? Well, it’s basically the same
activities, but with Kunikida’s yelling serving as breaks in between them. Kunikida
is a very precise man and it’s no secret how much he values his prized notebook.
His ideals are of crucial importance to him and he would not hesitate to
destroy whoever gets in his way of fulfilling them. However, Dazai seems to be the only person itching
to pick a bone with him, which brings us to my next conclusion; Dazai has
nothing else to do but torture Kunikida, whether during work hours or post
work. So obviously, he spends part of his weekend creating detailed plans that will
sabotage Kunikida in front of the people he respects most. He names each plan
like an episode of a series [a youtube clickbait one that is] with the pilot
being “Uncovering Kunikida Doppo, case #1: Bathing with rubber ducks KILLS
people?!” The series has two seasons,
confirmation for a third is strongly foreshadowed.
. I personally
theorize that Dazai also has some strange intrigue towards cooking. There’s
something about it that just gives him a very sudden adrenaline rush, mainly
because he gets to try and make food that actually tastes pretty well before
causing deadly side-effects. It’s basically a simpler, Dazai-friendly version
of a chem lab. One of his most infamous attempts is curry with hot sauce; it
certainly didn’t go well, as he mixed his peppers altogether and ended up
adding a few Jalapenos too many, resulting in a fire-breathing Ranpo the next
day in the Agency. “That was extremely unpleasant Dazai! The curry itself was
nice, but I wish you would’ve brought a pair of wings for me to complete my
. Dazai is a very
well-educated man when it comes to logical and strategical planning and
observing, but he has the common sense of a three year old when it comes to
standard social norms. Case in point; socializing. Dazai is a lot of things and
I could write a full blown analysis on his character, because his personality
is that well-detailed and rich, but sometimes his mafia experience as well as
the ‘hero of the day’ lifestyle he has to put up with now certainly make him
and his ideology stand out from the crowd. I imagine him calling Kunikida in
the middle of the night as he enters an existential crisis to ask his latest
philosophical question and get feedback on it. “Kunikida-kun, what happens when
you get scared half to death twice? Does
it like, lead to immediate death? Do you think I should watch more scary
movies? Are you up for ‘The Conjuring’ tomorrow night? Kunikida-kun? Are you
. Even if Dazai may have a few bad tendencies that activate in a way his goofball
side, in overall, he too knows how to appreciate life and what it stands
for. It’s ironic, since Dazai is the last person you’d expect to give a damn about life, but I don’t mean appreciating life as in the
occurrences that happen. I mean it as in the history of society, the cultural
development, the psychological impact of certain events. I consider Dazai an
avid historian not only when it comes to famous political figures, but also
important people in science, art, education and sociology. He really likes
studying people, because there’s such a variety of interesting individuals you
could meet, that despite what actions they’ve done or what they believe in,
they all are unique in their own way. Dazai likes this diversity and he’s glad
he’s his own unique group in a way. I do see him in art galleries and museums if
he has the will to get up and take a walk once in a while, but I also picture
him in front of ordinary places that do hold some special meaning to him.
Obviously, Lupin Bar is one of them. That’s where he got to know Oda best,
where he discovered who Ango was and most importantly, where he found out who he himself was. It just shows how much
he’s been through and how far he has managed to come.
. But most
importantly, there’s one activity which Dazai never skips during his weekends;
sleeping in the afternoon. He may not seem like the type of person to fall
asleep everywhere and he isn’t, but during the weekend, all he wants is a
moment of blissful dreaming as the sun sets behind the closed curtains of his
room. He looks so peaceful when resting, he has almost no resemblance to his awake counterpart. However, it’s a short-lived moment, as he only sleeps for about an hour before
putting on his fanatic, jovial yet charming attitude once more.
Sidenote: The city has been spelled with the ‘t’ in ‘thalas’ both capitalized and lowercase. The importance of one or the other is unclear, however the spelling of Eldre’Thalas where it is capitalized seems to be the official one.
One of few royal cities in Azshara’s empire, Eldre’Thalas was built during her reign twelve thousand years ago to protect Queen Azshara’s most prized arcane secrets. This ranged from processing her most important demands to the safekeeping and storage of her precious tomes. Led by Prince Tortheldrin and Azshara’s greatest revered arcanists, the House of Shen’dralar, Eldre’thalas was established by expeditionary forces in the lush jungles of Feralas.
Eldre’thalas appears to have more of a druidic and naturalistic direction than many other Highborne cities of its age. Granted, all night elf cities were shaped in concert with nature and built with dozens of gardens, however Eldre’thalas has the touch of nature magic in its very existence. In addition to many elven statues, there are figurines of deer, bears, and owls. Eldre’thalas had an Ancient protector, Tendris Warpwood, whose very heart was inexorably entwined with the fate of the city. The official art of Eldre’thalas shows wandering treants, some of which inhabit the conservatory in the eastern wing and Milicent Serene, Highborne naturalist, created the Fruit of Fertility which protected Eldre’thalas and made it flourish. Eldre’thalas may, as a result of its unique direction, have been a useful location for the combined study of arcane and natural magics even before druids existed.
Eldre’thalas is a massive, multi-tiered sprawling expanse of gardens, districts, and corridors (sometimes hidden) that connect every part of the city. There are three official districts in addition to the central colosseum. The north and western districts, the Gordok Commons (named for the ogres that now inhabit it) and Capital Gardens respectively are connected to the Athenaeum, the library that serves as the very purpose of Eldre’thalas’ existence. The eastern district, the Warpwood Quarter exits through multiple passageways, such as Lariss Pavilion which opens up well outside the boundaries of the city.
In similar fashion to other decrepit Highborne cities, some areas of Eldre’thalas have been renamed in favor of their intruders. The Gordok Commons and Warpwood Quarter were claimed by outsiders and likely no longer sport their original names (although the Warpwood Quarter may have been named for Eldre’thalas’ protector, Tendris Warpwood). The function of the northern district is unclear, but the eastern district has a conservatory, a pool (either for bathing or as a moonwell, perhaps), and the Shrine of Eldretharr. The western district, the Capital Gardens, was likely a great place for socialization. It’s dominated by a massive garden and plethora of benches which make up the Court of the Highborne.
The Athenaeum is indisputably the most valuable part of Eldre’thalas. It is the library that holds much of Queen Azshara’s tomes in addition to compendiums detailing the known history of Azeroth. It may also be a place of science, considering the Highborne armillary sphere on display. It shares its model with the Highborne Astrolabe, however it looks like an armillary sphere which is a model of the celestial globe.
All books stored in the Athenaeum are protected with the Mark of the Athenaeum which prevents any unauthorized viewings. Even if one were to break the seal, it is implied that only people with the “requisite intellect to consume the knowledge” can read the sacred books. This may just mean that it depends on the reader’s skill level and has nothing to do with one’s magical aptitude.
The books are arranged according to the Dewey Decimal System.
The same prefix, “Eldreth” shows up in regards to Eldre’thalas many times. Eldreth Row and the Shrine of Eldretharr are subzones of the massive city. Ghostly inhabitants are called “Eldreth Sorcerers”. It is likely some Darnassian word with an unknown meaning, however ‘thalas’ alone translates to kingdom. In the translation of Eldre’thalas, ‘Eldre’ would then be its own word, meaning that Eldreth, at least where the name of the city is concerned, does not apply.
Eldreth could be a name for the inhabitants, similar to how people who live in America are called Americans. It could simultaneously be a word used to denote things that are “Eldre’thalas” in design, like how one will refer to certain items as “American”. Eldre’thalas is inhabited by the Shen’dralar, however they are not a race so much as they are a house: the House of Shen’dralar. This may have been Prince Tortheldrin’s royal house, which would include his servants and most loyal followers. The Eldreth, in this case, would be the lower caste civilians of the city, later to be sacrificed by the Shen’dralar in order to prolong their lives after the Sundering. That would explain why any living Highborne from Eldre’thalas never call themselves Eldreth, but instead Shen’dralar.