#mayregina

let me say nice things about you. ♡

i made sure to yap about you first before i got to this one !!! uno reversing me like the sweetheart you areeee.

time to force myself to say nice things about my portrayal i guess ?? of the little lion prince phillip. iiiii ... clearly have a lot of world building i've built for him, a grand epic on the evils of imperialism, the beauty of how indomitable the human spirit is, society's definition of masculinity and the burdens that come with it, the loss across cultures of mysticism and real magic ... and i did all that for a canon character with very little characterization all on my own, in a way i feel like is both easy to understand as a fairytale but can get really deep the farther you want to explore. and pulling that off requires a lot of like. Dungeon Master information architecture thinking, the ability to connect small details with big picture while driving a whole narrative in clear, coherent, unique, and engaging ways. and the fact that ppl respond to it i think does show my ability to create somewhat compelling narratives maybeee.

i like that i feel i really took hints of his character in the movie and made him his own thing, and put layers upon the prince charming trope that make him feel real and mythical all at once? that feeling you get when you watch Old Hollywood men on screen? i think i really did figure out a formula to replicate that in my style over there.

TIME WORKED STRANGELY IN THE WEFT BETWEEN WORLDS. In Ironside, it marched along dutifully, one day coming after another, the sun always rising when it should, and night always coming after evening. But in Fairyside, there was no such order. One day in the Archaeval Realm would be one hour, or three days, or three hundred years in the world of men, and so Ruby could only guess whether or not the man she sought still lived.

She had thrown her glamour over her shoulders, assuming the shape of an imperious, yet very nearly human, woman. There were flaws in every fairy costume, even hers, but it would do as she walked into the throne room, ornate cane clicking on the stone with every step.

"i apologise for the poor reception , your highness - i fear we did not recieve your letter until it was too late. there has been trouble on the roads." the emperor is putting it likely ( for he had come very close to losing his only son the other day. )

@mayregina

i had to go and vaguely research medieval superstitions to answer this lmao.

some typical medieval superstition i suppose would be centered around magic, witches, the devil etc. and like we do see some of those examples dotted around asoiaf with magic and witches, and people fearing those things.

i'm gonna go out on a limb and say that in the reach, the culture around magic is perhaps less fearful than in some other regions, because magic was born in the reach in westeros. i think those in the reach with any magical ability are actually highly respected. you need only look at the history of house hightower, one of the most prominent houses in westeros, to see there is a long history of magic in the reach in a non-negative light. but as of asoiaf magical activity in the reach is a lot quieter, and so far we only have house hightower practicing it in the depths of hightower itself.

where is this leading you ask...well, i think from a young age, children of the reach are brought up on historical tales stretching back to garth greenhand, and as such, they are innately less fearful of magic because of it. which, for me, perhaps explains why the faith of the 7 is sooo deeply embedded in the region what with it once being the seat of the high septon long ago. 7 mythical beings believed to be capable of great things, ring a bell anyone?? like garth greenhand and his many children?? mhmm. and yes, i know that this perhaps contradicts the ethos of the faith being based around catholicism. magic and catholicism?? yikes topic. but i do think we should take into account that westeros is also a fantasy world, and it is simply boring to make it such a rigid copy of our own religious histories. i could be completely wrong about this. but headcanon is headcanon, i do what i want. >:I

again, you ask, where are you going with this frankenstein??? i'm sure what i'm about to say is rather predictable. so, with all the aforementioned in mind. it's safe to say that loras isn't particularly fearful of magic. if anything, he finds it rather fascinating if witnessing it firsthand. he was sceptical that renly had been killed via magic, more so because he wanted someone he could physically take his revenge on, and let's be honest, he didn't particularly like brienne. once brienne had proven herself to be not guilty to him, he takes renly's death being dealt by magical means as fact. furthermore, melisandre's red magic is likely not something preached about or woven in tales in the reach.

i think, and bearing in mind, this is just my thoughts. when people of the reach say shit like "it was the will of the gods," they firmly and truly believe that. that the 7 performed a divine intervention with their magical powers, and that they must simply accept that will and carry on because who are they to question such mighty beings???

i also think, bearing in mind again, just my thoughts, that people of the reach think that they are more blessed by the 7 than the other regions of westeros. their lands ALWAYS prosper thanks to the ancient magic of garth greehand. the reach houses are filthy stinking rich. they've a renowned reputation for producing some of the finest knights and warriors in the land. they kinda just always seem to come out on top. that can also be owed to the reach being such an insular culture. many of the houses tend to inter-marry rather than marry out of their region, which i imagine, if there is still more magic going on in that region than we've yet to see, probably keeps whatever is left very much intact. or they might just be snobs. SHRUG. if grrm ever releases twow, we might finally see what magic is being cooked up in the reach against euron.

anyway, idk if i actually answered this question or just went off on one about the reach....

oh, rituals! of course, loras is a devout follower of the warrior. he is mindful of the other membes of the pantheon, but the bulk of his worship goes to the warrior and the warrior alone. he gives prayer to the warrior each and every day, even when not at a sept to do so. he'll do it before battle, before any big event in his life, and when he is at his lowest mentally in particular. he wears a tiny golden sword around his neck, ladened with even tinier pearls as a signifier of this. does he think the warrior listens to him? well, yes...though there have been moments where he perhaps thought otherwise, but he always returns to the warrior no matter what.

𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

@mayregina : ❛ why have you killed these beautiful flowers? ❜

❛ it's . . . a remedy, ❜ he says defiantly as he holds the tip of a small branch into a nearby fire. of course the queen herself had to find him in this moment of all moments. and so early in the morning. once there is a small flame burning at the end of the branch, he holds it into a little bowl in his other hand, where some herbs and flowers have been crushed roughly. they do make for a sad sight, still showing so clearly what they once were. before they swiftly burn to ashes. but siegfried often has little time and little patience for detailed work. his talents lie in the brutish, bigger things. he snuffles, not looking up at her. the smoke already irritates his nostrils. ❛ to calm the nerves. ❜

a mixture that his nightmare elf, ironically, had taught him how to concoct. while simultaneously the foul creature crawls into his dreams each night, tainting them and making siegfried wake up with a jerk each morning.

Name: Alanus or Alan

Gender: Male in some abstract technical sense

General Appearance: Very much takes after his mother in terms of appearance.

Personality: He gets his appearance from his mom but his mannerisms are very much Lancelot's. He's also fairly spoiled having essentially three parents to spoil him.

Special Talents: Will be the center of attention at any given social function.

Who they like better: Whoever gives him what he wants at any given moment.

Who they take after more: Takes an equal amount from both, the rest is his own problem.

Personal Head canon: Is a stereotypical rich kid. He didn't grow up during the same political turmoil as Arthur or have the same drive as Lancelot to prove himself so he comes across as a bit feckless. In a way he's very similar to his Aunt Morgause in that both are more than capable, he just chooses not to be.

Face Claim: Vassili Schneider

interview with the vampire.

For a fraction of a second, there is a strange look on his face, a defensive narrowing of the eyes, a tightened grasp on his chalice of wine. It immediately melts away when he follows her gaze.

The pomegranate tree in the great hall IS a thing of wonder. They do not thrive in Prydain. Certainly not here in the windswept rocky moels of Hautdesert. This magnificent specimen has beaten all the odds, flourishing in the gigantic Roman urn it has been potted in, branches heavy with handsome unblemished fruit, as tall as a man but not nearly as tall as Sir Bredbeddle. Winter is fast approaching but the leaves remain just as lush and full as on a mild summer’s day. He is proud of her and it shows on his face.

❝ Aye. She’s my wife’s work. ❞ A lie. Rhiannell lacks any ambition towards botanical pursuits outside of her overgrown herb garden, she wouldn’t have the patience to brood over a plant so COMPLICATED and DEMANDING. Kore is his tree. Has been since she sprouted in the rubbish heap and called out for help. He’d fussed over her for years, loved her like a father, taken her inside every fall when her leaves began to change and she began to express longing for the sun and heat of her native home, moved her from dish to pot to olive urn as her roots trailed out and she asked for space, gently bound her branches with linen so his wife could reach the fruit even when Kore came into her prime.

Why had he lied? He couldn’t say for certain. It did not feel right, felt incongruous to the role he had been playing. It’s a SOPHISTICATED thing, isn’t it? Delicate work, the cultivation of foreign fruit trees. It takes a desire to learn and grow with the tree itself. Sir Bredbeddle is a simple man. A man of violence, a man of honor, a man who has survived through his might alone. A man who might work a plow if necessary but would NEVER waste years nurturing a single pampered pomegranate tree.

Bredbeddle stands from his place at the table, moves away from the dais and toward his HOUSE PLANT, as his queen had called her. He carefully selects the ripest pomegranate and plucks it from the branch with a gentle twist. Kore doesn’t mind giving up her fruit. Some trees get precious about it. She seems to understand that any offspring she could create would suffer in this climate and be pleased enough knowing her hard work is put to good use in other ways.

i am enamored with ALLL of your portrayals. you got me thinking of characters I never much considered before and now am obsessed with. you've caused me to view arthuriana through a different lens; you have managed that balance of clearly making the characters your own while still respecting the popular/common narrative so they are easy to interact with in that originality. I adore you!!! 🥺 💕

how is my portrayal?