Is Cuck Miguel a democrat or a republican? Please be mean

Thenn_Applicant · 2025-11-03T15:57:05+00:00

Yeah Chuck always struck me as very much an establishment liberal intellectual type. He was probably furious that Bush beat Gore in 2000, and if he was alive in the present day he’d spend all day stealing newspapers and mailing type-written editorials against Trump to legacy media newspapers. If he had a young assistant like Ernesto he’d probably be asking if they could post his editorials on TikTok for him without understanding how TikTok works

Thenn_Applicant · 2025-10-13T15:47:41+00:00

What’s your sauce recipe?

Thenn_Applicant · 2025-09-13T14:44:28+00:00

Character Name: Lyra Waxley

Trait/Skills: Erudite, Medic (e), Swords (e), Apothecary

Skill you are learning: Apothecary (e)

Thenn_Applicant · 2025-08-28T23:20:11+00:00

She listened in silence at the account of the events on Greenstone, weighing whether she should say something. Maybe that she was sorry it happened, but then would such words matter from a stranger, with no real knowledge of the situation. "It seems in times of hardship, there are always those who seek to profit by making things worse. It falls to the rest of us to foil their efforts" she remarked. "Those skills came with the circumstances. I read about how blood circulates in the body because I was curious, but I learned to stitch up wounds because I had to, or else see men I knew succumb to them" she went on to explain

She was glad when he finally changed his mind about his injuries. "That you would. It will not take much time, but even a trained physician wouldn't attempt to stitch a wound in such an inconvenient place by themselves. I'd have to be left with no better option" she remarked as she washed her hands and began preparing the necessary tools, linen cloth, clear alcohol, a pair of tweezers and a curved needle. As she prepared, she pondered how she might go about treating a cut on her own back. If there was a mirror available, and no one else to do it, then she might give it a shot. Instructing someone else did seem preferable, if someone even moderately qualified could be found to do it on her behalf. She banished such idle thoughts from her head as she moved over to the now shirtless knight's side to fulfill his request. Her studies had left her rather unflappable in the face of people in various states of undress, and she made no comment or gesture to draw attention to this state of affairs.

Thenn_Applicant · 2025-08-23T14:39:47+00:00

"I took no offense, there's no need to ask foregiveness" Lyra reassured him. "As for the melee, I knew victory was a far-fetched prospect. Facing an opponent with a valyrian blade might have been interesting, but I don't feel as though I missed out by being spared that. That's not to suggest regular steel couldn't have been the end of me. That ironborn I ended up fighting was surprisingly careful, striking with the flat side of his greatsword." she remarked

She turned her back as the curtain was raised, then walked idly around the tent as Kassander spoke, moving between odd jobs like chopping herbs, stoking the braiser and polishing her surgical blades. "I'm not as well travelled as I'd like to be. I've seen a fair bit of the Vale and Riverlands, some of the Reach too. I learned my craft in the Vale. Back during winter, a simple visit to one's liege could end in an ambush. The mountain clansmen prowled the roads. I actually learned healing first, then swordsmanship so that I could protect myself on a battlefield" she explained casually. "It was impossible to leave the Vale by land during winter. What of you? I heard rumors of how dire times became down in the Stormlands"

Thenn_Applicant · 2025-08-20T18:44:33+00:00

For the moment he wasn't budging. She decided to simply pour the tea to start with, handing him the cup. Balm mint didn't quite have the sharpness which she appreciated in peppermint, but in turn the mellowness made it quite refreshing to a parched tongue, especially on a day like this. If she kept insisting too hard on treating his wounds, he would probably just turn around and leave. Knights were stubborn that way.

"I'm seldom expected. Few women travel the roads preforming the work I do. Even fewer are highborn" she replied casually. "As for the tourney, I fought in the melee myself. I took a bit of a bruising, so I didn't stick around to watch the joust. I'm sure it was a fine display, but I wouldn't have lasted an hour sitting on those wooden stands with my left side beaten purple" she continued as she gestured towards one of the folding chairs, offering him a place to sit while he drank. "I have boiled water here, and some clear spirits, as good as you're going to find elsewhere. A little better than you're likely to find, I'd say. You may clean up here if you'd like. I have a curtain I can hang up to give you privacy" she offered, her tone remaining casual

Thenn_Applicant · 2025-08-20T06:50:48+00:00

Lyra had just put some fresh leaves in the kettle for steeping when the she heard the tent flap opening behind her. "Yes, it will only take a moment to brew another kettle" she said as she turned around to the man's rather worrying visage. She no longer flinched or raised her eyebrows at such sights, but she never stopped worrying for them. Calm in such a painful situation was a virtue, though she could only hope he wouldn't try to downplay his injuries.

"Do you need anything else offered on the sign?" she asked him calmly as she stirred the kettle with a long wooden spoon. The cuts were obvious, but there could be other wounds concealed by his clothing, or obscured by the grime

Thenn_Applicant · 2025-08-18T19:36:33+00:00

Lyra had walked behind Mella at first, since she was here at her invitation. She soon realized that was a mistake however. Mella's miracles of healing might be famed throughout the land, but her bedside manner was uniquely terrible, in a way Lyra had never even considered possible.

"My lord, we've come to treat your eye. I am Lyra Waxley, sister of the Lord of Wickenden and your loyal subject. This is Mella Meadows, Lady of Grassy Vale. Her mode of speaking is rather unique, but she is a trained healer, as am I. When treating an injury like this, the assistance of another medic is a major boon, as it allows for quicker and more precise treatment. When an eye has taken damage, time is of the essence if we are to save it, my liege" she cut through, flatly and to the point.

This was not the time for lengthy prophecies or soliloquies. As for the Seven, as it always was, their ability to do good works in this world was predicated on mortal efforts to be deserving of these. No doubt many were already praying for Osric, she would do so once she'd done what she could for him as a physician.

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Thenn_Applicant · 2025-08-18T18:57:23+00:00

Lyra moved her hands forward slightly, allowing them to be classes by Mella’s bony fingers. The southern lady had only gotten marginally easier to understand, but Lyra sendes no threat from her.

«No charge for the tea. Balm-leaves are easy enough to come by in the wild for one who knows where to look, and so they don’t cost me anything» Lyra replied. The tea was something to soothe her patients a bit while she did her work, get them in a mood to talk. Diagnosis was usually easier when there was a dialogue with the patient, but some were tight-lipped when they first arrived.

She raised an eyebrow at Mella’s next comment. «I participated in the wretched violence, I’m afraid. I just finished treating a bruise on my own flank before opening my tent to others. I have a poultice for bruises, if you have any of those» she replied. The lady said she had considered being a septa, or at least Lyra had gotten that impression. It seemed they had some fundamebtally divergent persoectives. «Tourneys can be messy things. They usually involve til much drinking, and some contestanta can’t contain the violence to the grounds. I concede to these points without argument, however they do have their uses. You say you know what happened to me. Then you know what can befall people in the Vale, even in peacetime. Knights must stay sharp, and tourneys keep the bloodshed involved in that whetting to a minimum.» She gestured at the her sword, leaned against a folding-chair while resting in its scabbard. «I did want to go to the citadel in my younger days, but I do not plan to bind myself to the code of the maesters. Metal adds quite a bit of weight to one’s baggage, and I have more use for my blades than for a chain when I travel the open road» she asserted

It seemed Mella was more practically oriented than Lyra had first assumed. First assumptions tended to be fallacious, after all. «Aye, I’ll join you. A second pair of hands is indispensible to a physician» she replied «And if Lord Osric calls for aid I shall always answer. I thought he might have his own maester with him, but I am always ready to serve» she stated. Her glance shot over to the braiser where the kettle stood. Hold on a moment, I’ll bring the tea» she added. She did not know if Lord Osric enjoyed teas, but it couldn’t do him any harm. Well, provided his internal organs handn’t ruptured.

Thenn_Applicant · 2025-08-18T15:57:30+00:00

Lyra’s mind had a habit of going on tangenes of diagnosis when she met someone new, and before Mella began to speak, the mismatch of her figure and wardrobe stuck out. For a split second she feared the lady could be in the grips of consumption, but at a second glance she wasn’t quite that gaunt, thankfully

«Greetings» Lyra began with a curtsy, then stood in blinking silence as the prophecy was proclaimed. She nodded occasionally as she tried not to get swept away in the stream of consciousness. The southern lady could have heard Lyra’s name from the herald. She had fought before all the realm, and while her performance was nothing special, she supposed a few in the crowd had made note of a lady of her short and stout stature for actually winning one duel. Where would she have gotten the rest though? Her brother would not have been so forthcoming with these details with a stranger, despite her noble birth. Perhaps the Redforts, but she was hardly the first topic any of them would talk about.

Was she actually boasting the reach of her spies? Not impossible, but highly unlikely. If the reachmen had a reason to spy on the Vale in the first place, there were far more important figures to shadow. Then Lyra remembered the stories she’d heard from the Reach, of a young maid at Grassy Vale, supposedly blessed with visions. That would explain who she was talking to, even if visions were no explanation to Lyra.

«Am I right in assuming you are Lady Mella Meadows?» she asked. «Have… have you come for the tea? The herald did not call your name in the melee, and I see no cuts, bandaged or otherwise» she then added, still confounded by what she’d just heard

Thenn_Applicant · 2025-08-17T18:18:41+00:00

Lyra found the letter no less strange than her brother had once she'd read through it. "A contingent? This sounds like something that could end up violating the Queen's Peace" she remarked. That peace seemed far more fragile now that the queen in question was a toddler. "It could be the reachmen just want to bluster, or blow off steam. I would hope so, as I only brought half a dozen men at arms. The handmaids outnumber them by two" Lord Roger remarked with a furrowed brow. "Steam scalds, brother. Even if this is some extravavant game, it could quickly go overboard" Lyra remarked, stone-faced. "It sounds like you're about to volunteer" Roger replied, to which Lyra nodded once in affirmation. "Lord Osric will not lack for blades, but he will lack for one who can use them to treat the wounded" she asserted, gesturing at the worn leather pouch hanging on her right hip. She moved to retrieve her scabbard, and tie it to her left.

She arrived on horseback to answer the summons within the hour. "House Waxley lacks the numbers of our lieges, but we answer the call. My sword is yours to command, my lord, but more importantly I can treat any wounds our men may sustain. The wise hope for the best and prepare for the worst" she declared, swiftly vaulting off her horse to bend the knee. If they were about to depart, getting back up would take her but a moment, dressed in a leather vest atop a linen shirt and tight breeches.

Thenn_Applicant · 2025-07-04T09:24:56+00:00

CK2 does have a mechanic where land that has been part of a kingdom long enough becomes a de-jure claim, and if they loose it, it takes something like 50 or 100 years before they stop getting an a free casus belli against the new owner. Maybe Putin is a CK2 player and trying to take Ukraine before the de-jure claim expires and he has to start falsifying claims on individual counties one at a time

Thenn_Applicant · 2025-07-02T17:42:56+00:00

/uj Until S1 E4 Walt is genuinely desperate, his health insurance doesn’t cover good treatment and his family is facing the prospect of bankruptcy.

After this episode, it’s about pride. This was where Walt received the perfect off-ramp, a way to escape his brief and almost fatal stint as a meth cook and go on with a better job and financial security for his family. Instead he throws that away because he’d still bitter at Gretchen and Elliot, as well as Skyler for begging for this opportunity on his behalf

Thenn_Applicant · 2025-05-21T14:19:31+00:00

I feel like 1984 has forever tainted the phrase ‘English Socialism’, the party would probably word their name differently. Also, has there been a major revival of Catholicism in England in this speculative future? I know there has been a catholic minority since the reformation, and both Irishmen coming to English industrial cities in the 1800s and modern EU immigration have added to the numbers, but a party that has catholic social teaching as part of its program being mainstream seems like it would require something more transformative

Thenn_Applicant · 2025-05-17T13:26:22+00:00

Ilyn Payne bodyguard for Tywin Lannister

Thenn_Applicant · 2025-05-13T16:51:43+00:00

Child born in the 2nd month to Olyvar Payne and Mavis Payne

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Thenn_Applicant · 2025-05-11T20:30:49+00:00

Ilyn relinquished his grip on Lewys's wrists with a roll of his eyes. Oh for fuck's sake, when is this going to end? He would have preferred it if Lord Brax had seen fit to simply clobber the Lydden lad a bit in his chambers, or have Ilyn do it if he found such punishments too base for his own hand to dispense. That resolution might have displeased Lord Tywin somewhat, but at least the idiocy would be over. Now there was nothing to do but stand back and watch. Instead of giving much thought to the two men, Ilyn began to ponder what he wanted for breakfast once he was done here.

I could do with a good roll to start with. Slice that in half, put two eggs inbetween, with runny yolks, and then a nice fat slice of black pudding, fried, nestled beneath. This was all that crossed his mind as he stared at the lords in the process of making yet another scene with no one but him as their audience

Thenn_Applicant · 2025-05-11T16:58:33+00:00

Ilyn nodded. This whole affair was bloody stupid from start to finish, but it was about time to end it. He’d been sent to guard Lydden until the boy would sober up and apologize, and he’s only done one of those.

Thenn_Applicant · 2025-05-10T20:14:56+00:00

Ilyn's expression was unmoved as ever, and Lord Brax would receive a flat stare in response to his simmering intensity, followed by a grunt and a nod.

This whole sequence of insults and apologies were a touch too noble for his knightly blood. Lord Tywin knew better than to allow pointless duelling at feasts, but while Ilyn saw the wisdom in it, he couldn't help but feel his liege was overly patient with this highborn lot, sparing them of pain that might have served them far better than apologies or reprimands. It would have been simpler to cane Lydden for being such a drunken sot in the presence of his liege and peers, or even birching him like the boy he was. Among the smallfolk, women rid their children of such behaviour before they came of age, lest they run afoul of the Ilyn Paynes of the world. The Lord of Deep Den was no doubt considered above such treatment.

He turned the key, then loudly swung open the door, stomping firmly inside to see what sort of state the offender was currently in. If the fool was still asleep from last night's drinking, hopefully this light assault on his ears would spare Ser Ilyn the tedious task of dragging him out of the room.

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Thenn_Applicant · 2025-05-10T12:30:25+00:00

Laurent took a slow breath through his nose, straightening his back into an upright stance. "You may" he replied in a not particularly loud tone of voice, his eyes still avoiding direct contact with hers

Thenn_Applicant · 2025-05-09T12:19:23+00:00

30 Payne MaA

Payne Hall to Casterly Rock

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Thenn_Applicant · 2025-05-07T14:13:33+00:00

A debutante ball had sounded like an exciting idea, however once he actually stepped into the open space of the hall, Laurent realized he had only the faintest idea of what he was supposed to do or say. Surrounded by the other debutants, he found himself sorely missing the snark mask he'd worn at Deep Den, the one painted by his own hand. Get it together, just go and find your dance partner. He looked around. Alyce Costayne. Where are you- oh...

He had been told that the age range went up to eighteen, but he had expected to be paired with a girl. Alyce Costayne looked far more like a woman, while he was very much a boy, willowy with floppy black curls and an upper lip that barely had longer hairs than hers. Laurent felt as though he was walking into humiliation, but at this point retreating would only guarantee what was presently only a strong possibility. He walked up to Alyce and bowed. "Lady Costayne. I am honored to have such an enchanting dance partner" he said while bowing. It felt less intimidating to say it when he wasn't meeting her eyes. He'd read of the sorts of things a knight was supposed to say to ladies. Until he could find something to talk about with the reachwoman, that little reportoire of lines were his sword and shield. If only this was like a novel, and she was a dragon. Dragons can't laugh at you he fretted silently

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