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Hii! If you have time, could you do Vulcan? :3
ok rhian i see you…
ive been having art block but like the kind where i just hate everything i draw but i actually kinda like this which is such a refresher😭🙏
also he and rhian are SOO say no to this from hamilton but like if it wasn’t about having an affair and didn’t mostly talk about sex
hope this satisfies!
Coldness -> Hunger Headcanon (and it includes reference to Rafal's infamous plate-smashing habit):
Disclaimer: There's only a little evidence for this being true, and I might be projecting, so I could be far off. It just made sense in my head and I've been thinking about it lately.
There could be other, more human reasons for Rafal’s coldness aside from magic, a formerly Evil soul, or He’s Just Like That.
This thought was inspired by the characterization of BBC’s Sherlock, and myself to a much lesser extent. (I tend to crank Rafal's traits up to extremes because he's an even worse all-or-nothing person than I am.)
Also, apparently, according to Google, I seemingly have zero “normal” hunger cues? I wasn't aware that being cold was “abnormal” until now. Does anyone relate to this or is it just me? I know it cannot reasonably be just me.
Moving on, the canon evidence is:
The "skinny snowman" line from Rise, if the implication of thermal (not figurative) coldness follows "snowman."
That one time when he sat watching torture for a few days without moving at all.
So, the headcanon is that Rafal forgets to eat. Or thinks he’s too absorbed in stuff going on to eat or that eating is beneath him. Any explanation will do. And, his hands (or body) become cold as a result, as the only physical signal of hunger, extremities first.
The second headcanon that incidentally came out of this is that Rafal would make a incredibly talented Gamemaker for the Hunger Games, haha—not good.
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[In the silver tower:]
Rhian: Rafal! EAT something. That is an order.
Rafal: [petulantly] No! I haven’t finished these Trial plans! I can't decide if death trap #263 should go in the Cyan Caves or Pine Glen. The caves would trap them—so only one exit, which could be blocked for best results in eliminating the greatest number of competitors at once. But, the pines are disorientingly-spaced at extremely regular intervals this year—meaning, they'll get lost sooner without distinct landmarks or will feel unsettled and dizzy by the uncanny repetition of the maze since it'll be man-made...
Rhian: Well, actually, about that—
Rafal: [derisively] Don't need your input, Sir-'Only-Kill-In-Self-Defense.' I'm not reconsidering at this late stage. If this is about your famous health-aging-and-mortality lecture, that doesn’t work on me anymore. We’re immortal. It doesn’t matter and never will. Now, stop wasting time on right silly things.
Rhian: I know you think digestion of a large meal will slow you down, but at least eat something small or regular-sized. Please. Aren't you hungry? It's been three days.
Rafal: No. I don't feel a thing. I haven't felt a thing in... I've lost count. Stop bothering me and go away. I have to finish this first.
Rhian: Have you looked in the mirror lately?
Rafal: No. Why would I need to? I always look excellent, I'll have you know.
Rhian: [sighs] You’re cold. Have you noticed? For all your keen powers of observation, you're tremendously bad at paying attention to your physical self. I bet you're tired, too, and in denial about it.
Rafal: I'm not tired and I’m always cold. I shouldn't even have to dignify those sorts of questions with a response. Your point?
Rhian: [points at Rafal.] You're being a child. And you're irritable.
Rafal: Well, I wouldn't say I'm a proper delight either. Learn to moderate your expectations like the rest of them. Now, say something worth my time or leave.
Rhian: We don't have to go through this every time. Look. Your fingers and lips have turned blue.
Rafal: So?
Rhian: All right. I’m leaving this plate, with this food on it, next to you. You haven't forgotten what food is, have you? And I'm not talking about that inedible slop your students eat.
Rafal: [rolls his eyes] Don't need it. [Has stopped paying attention—] Utensils... too finicky... plate takes up surface area on desk. No room for paper. Then I won't be able to concentrate on this. Deadlines.
Rhian: It's a sandwich. You'd know if you bothered to look up for even one second. Problem solved. The plate can go on the floor. No wastes of space. Nothing encroaching on your papers. You can use one hand to eat it and the other hand to finish writing down your plans. And light a lamp. You'll strain your eyes. [He sets the plate on the desk.]
Rafal: Bah—whatever. The dark suits me. [He tries to sweep the plate off the table like usual—]
Rhian: [snatches it out of his reach and sets it down safely on the floor.] When I come back, I want it gone. Not via sorcery. Not via loophole exploitation. But eaten. You will eat it and not throw it out the window at the birds. You will not stuff it under the carpet or in the rubbish. It will go into your stomach and that's final.
Rafal: [not listening] Yes, yes. Sustenance. Yatter-yatter about this and that and tosh. Got it.
Rhian: Look, I know you don’t need to eat, but you ought to. I also expect the same of this glass of water, [he sets it on the desk] and if they’re still here when I return, I will sabotage your all-important project and tell my Evers your Trial strategy, so they win. I'll even tell the pots and pans to cook something with actual nutrients in it for your students, which you seem to have forgotten about. Did you know they've been cutting classes? They don't work like you, you know, and you can't deprive mortals.
Rafal: [scoffs] You wouldn’t. You’re too Good to do it. And I'll tell Humburg to handle my Nevers, thank you very much.
Rhian: Ever heard of the greater Good? You’re looking right at it. Now eat.
Rafal: [groans and picks up the sandwich.]
Rhian: [smugly] Good.
Rafal: [mutters something about: what's the point of endurance and asceticism if they're never put to use? What's the point of training if it's never practiced? What's the point of immortality if you can't make use of your superiority over mortals with their trivial bodily needs—he peeks at what's between the bread.] Ah. Cucumber. You're forgiven.
Rhian: The things I have to live with— [He leaves and slams the door.]
OMIGOSH THESE ARE SO GOOD!!!
was working on this like a month or two ago and never finished it because school STOLE my motivation🤬🤬
anyway it was gonna be based off of the whole like “honesty without kindness is brutality” and “kindness without honesty is manipulation” with that scene where they’re like facing off at the end of fall
but i felt like i should post this anyway because i would like to share this with the world🙏🙏
Yes, yes, idk the song and YES
Prequel Characters as Christmas Songs
Rafal would be “Carol of the Bells” because he’s dramatic like that.
Rhian would be “God Rest Ye Merry Gentleman.” (Ahem: “To save us all from Satan's pow'r / When we were gone astray.”) Alternatively, he’d be “Greensleeves,” and I don’t think I have to explain that one.
James would be “I Saw Three Ships.”
Vulcan would be “You’re a Mean One, Mr. Grinch.”
Imagine an AU where Rafal and Rhian are still immortal sorceresses however now they have to RAISE the children the Storian deems worthy of its story like- imagine them taking care of toddlers
Hester arguing with Sophie
Hester: Can I say a bad word?
Rafal: Uh-
Hester: Can I say a bad word?!
Rafal: Yeah-
Hester: YOU MOTHER F#*&ING B#TCH!
Rhian: That is 2 bad words. Time out for you missy
Rafal: *cracking up*
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Rhian holding Sophie: she is beauty she is grace she can't punch you in the face because she just got her nails done and her creams are too expensive to risk for her to sweat
Rafal: You spoil that one too much
Rhian: NU-UH
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Rafal(Agatha confuses him): This one is so controversial *holding Agatha*
Tedros: *hits his leg repeatedly with a stick*
Rafal: Cease such foolish behaviour or I shall have you doomed
Tedros looking up at him: ... *Swings the stick again*
Rafal: that's it
Agatha and Tedros: *both in time out*
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Rhian: Did you eat All the chocolate chip cookies?
Dot covered in chocolate: no...
Rhian: You're damn lucky your father gave me that cloak *mumbling*
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Rafal: Aaaaah. Augustus! Good to see you old friend-
Rhian: HISSSSSSS
Rafal: Bad Rhian. Bad. The seers are our friends
Rhian: I LIKE THE SADER FAMILY BUT HIM
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Rhian with Sophie: Yes yes yes you'll do a lot of murder by being fabulous✨!
Rafal contemplating to raise Sophie's mother from the grave
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Rhian: So... Here *throws the second twins and runs*
Rafal: *catches them with magic* . . . I'M AN UNCLE?!?!?!?!?
Evelyn: WHERE IS MY CHILD SUPPORT RAFAL?!
Rafal: what- 💀
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Rhian: For the last time Caliss we just follow orders we can't give you your daughter back-
Callis: I just came to give her, her toys.
Rafal: ...Callis that's a bunch of sticks rocks and a hay ragdoll-
Callis: And you hold the wand like this-
Rafal: STOP TRYING TO TEACH HER WITCHERY SHE'S A GOLDEN STAR KID!
Rhian: let her be. We'll need Sophie's prince to burn a witch on the rug later on
Rafal: I can't with you-
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this audio reminded me of them if rafal was like a ghost and randomly appeared during tlea lol
also the proportions are like NOT the best but i think it's too late to fix😔
heyhey, for those who don't know, i plan on being an author. the only problem is.. i never got my vision.
yk.. j.k.rowling got hers when she was on a train (a boy in a cupboard i think) and soman chainini got his when he was visiting london (he saw two castles, one for witches and one for princesses, and a witch falling into the good castle and a princess falling into the witch castle)
untill now ofc. I GOT MY VISION. after a year of waiting, i finally know what my story is going to be about.
this is what i imagined:
Sword and dagger gleamed in the air.
The two danced, stabbing and slashing at each other in the moonlight.
One male. One female.
The man wore a black suit, his face hidden in the shadows.
The woman's hair had come loose, and it flowed freely alongside her haunting gown.
Only the sounds of their weapons could be heard, slicing through the soft wind.
Not a single word was spoken as they glided through the night, each in sync as they lunged at one another.
i plan on making on making this a fantasy book that takes place at a school (the male is the school master, the woman is the evil queen that is corrupting the world) and a girl sneaks out with her friends to stop this queen.
the only catch.. evil wins in this book.
#justiceforladylessoandalltheotherhotfemalevillainbossesoutthere edit: is anyone even gonna like this book-
my hyperfixtation is lady lesso i cant live without her 😭
people who don't experience hyperfixation don't know what it feels like to hyperfixate so much on something that it becomes not only your subject of obsession but also your source of happiness and literally the main reason why you still keep going; literal source of strength and life.
shoutout to my favorite fictional characters, favorite people, favorite ships, favorite movies, favorite tv shows, fanfics and archive of our own
if I could meet one character, I think a would pick Lady Lesso from the school for good and evil (movie & book) because well.. its Lesso. Not only can she mentor me to be better at evil and whatever, I can also learn about what she likes, her passions, arics father, dovesso, etc. and just like- spying on her. studying her breathing. her movements. all that stuff.
i am now the happiest person alive.
^tagged by @soctherapy but the post was getting too long
this isnt a win for me.......
Tags!: @rae-unbeloved @lil-gae-disaster @fictionalcharactergraveyard @livelaughlovelams @alexanderhamiltonhasafatass
doing this cuz why not, also im coming to the realisation that my fandom might actually be kind of dead-