Serena Malyon
Anonymous asked:
Witch of Mind Prince of Blood right before the Prince goes grimdark?
val-ritz answered:
W: “You don’t have to do this. You don’t. I could… We could…”
P: “You can’t. You reached in and fucked with my thoughts, and this is the result. Good job.”
W: “But-! I-!”
P: “No. No more talk. No more. No more you!”
Sensitive giant that loves to cuddle. They daydream about marrying you.
Patient witch who brings you flowers every week. They feel that you light up their world.
…
OP this is so freakin cute
So venom uh
If you want to fully appreciate how obnoxiously on-the-nose the Witch-king of Angmar’s prophecy is, you have to bear in mind that the text makes a point of repeatedly using the set phrase “the Race of Men” to refer to humankind (i.e., as opposed to elves, dwarves, hobbits, etc.).
You naturally assume it’s just old timey male-default language, but then the Battle of the Pelennor Fields goes down, and what happens?
The Witch-king of Angmar, protected by a prophecy that “no man” can hinder him, gets backstabbed by Meriadoc Brandybuck - who, as a hobbit, is “no Man” - then beheaded by Éowyn - who, as a woman, is “no man”.
Like, at some point you’ve gotta conclude that Fate is just making fun of you.
I don’t believe Mandos is capable of giggling with the whimsy of a little schoolgirl, but on that day I imagine he cracked at least a slight grin.
hotlikeaspicymeatball asked:
i'd love to hear what you think about a mage of heart!
val-ritz answered:
You are the MAGE OF HEART.
As we’ve already seen from my rundown of the Mage of Mind, the Mage is the Caliginous
Mystic class. It complements the Ashen Mystic, the Seer, and contrasts with the
Flushed Mystic, the Witch. In so many words, the Mage is the class of contention, wrestling with their Aspect
and struggling to come to terms with it. Being a Spiritualist class, this always
takes a deeply internal bent, rather than the external conflict of the Material
court.
Mages of Heart contend with—are you ready? —self. Like all Heart players, their
relationship with selfhood and personality colors their experiences, and like
all Mages, this relationship is necessarily adversarial, or at the very least troubled.
As Mage of Heart, you are tasked with overcoming your own shortcomings and
maximizing your strengths. This can be good, in the sense that your quest is a
quest of self-betterment and movement toward your best self. Just as often,
though, the struggle of self-actualization means that your own demons will
feature just as prominently as the ones the Game throws your way.
The good thing is, that process has not just personal results, but tangible,
mechanical ones as well. I’m not sure if you’ve ever seen Heart players at
work, but they always seem to be experts or champions in one way, shape, or
form. Heart is the Aspect of the Badass Normal. You don’t get control over the
Breeze, or the timestream, or the forces of creation. Instead, what you get for
ascending your Echeladder as Mage of Heart is control over yourself. This classpect
is highly adaptable, more than most
others; it’ll take into account your own proclivities and skills when improving
you. Members of species who have psionic powers might see them enhanced and
diversified; those who have martial training might turn into Batman. It’s a whole
fuckin’ thing, and without knowing more about you specifically, it’s hard to
tease out what that might look like.
At the end of the day, being a Mage of Heart is a slog. It’s mentally exhausting.
Every day, you get up and you face a collection of habits and inborn traits and
conditioned responses and maladaptive coping strategies that are desperately
trying to drag you down. You have to pull harder. You have to work like you’ve
got nothing but energy when you’re running on fumes. You’ve got to always
strive to be just that little bit better going to bed than you were waking up.
And in return, your reward will be that you get to become you. Every fragment of marble you chip away from the block of you
is one step closer to yourself.
And it’s worth it.
Good luck.
Anonymous asked:
Thief of Mind flatters to Seer of Heart, please?
val-ritz answered:
S: “Oh no, here we go…”
T: “I’m hurt, princess! You didn’t even know what I was going to say.”
S: “You were going to compliment my hair, dress, and/or skin today.”
T: “…You forgot teeth.”
S: “And you’re about to see them firsthand.”
T: “Ooh, please, my delicate sensibili- OW! You bit me!”
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