This Blog Is So Chaotic And Organised At The Same Time Ayo

This blog is so chaotic and organised at the same time ayo

Thanks—I think? That's likely an apt description. [grins and takes a sweeping bow]

I absolutely love this concept! Fascinating. Is it weird that I relate to a lot of the character traits you’ve assigned him? He's quite writerly. And besides, the small hours of the night are my time, and I rarely ever lend books to anyone, for probably the same reasons as his since I don't want them to be damaged, my poor tomes, haha.

Also, you don’t have to take these suggestions at all! I just had some thoughts:

The houppelande cape, a medieval outer garment, would fit a humanized Storian well to my mind (especially because it could have an elongating effect due to its high, tight collar and its overall length, brushing against the ankles. And if you wanted to exaggerate the effect, you could add vertical ribbing to some of the fabric). This garment would evoke modern legal robes or academic regalia (as if it's not already a more primeval version of that from a bygone era), like the type professors don on ceremonial occasions such as commencement or graduation. And, for the Storian specifically, the scalloped, flared sleeves could have a sharper cut, with edges shaped like its nib.

In addition, the Storian could wear pointy, (silver?) poulaines (the shoes depicted below), to mimic the needle-like tip of his pen form.

Now, returning to the matter of his cape—it could be lined with highly embellished, brocade fabric, similar to a damascened weapon or pen, or the garniture of certain plate armor once made for nobles.

That said, I think the German style of armor, in particular, with a blued (Black Oxide) finish, would fit better for these purposes, too—say, if the Storian were a scholar with an army at his beck and call. After all, the German style is sharper, more streamlined, and above all, less bulbous than the Italian style. Perfect for launching holy, ahem—storied wars.

The lining's fabric could likely be black, white, and silver, to remain on theme, perhaps with the miniature swans or the mysterious inscriptions along the Pen's sides.

Lastly, if our foul fellow is to have a hat, to complete his look, I'd recommend something feathered, to evoke the swans, following forth with the color scheme I've already established, something stiff and angular, like this:

The oil-slick looking feathers also recall Rafal's bird motif, but it could still fit the Pen himself. In fact, the Storian deriving his style of dress from his Masters wouldn't that unexpected, I'd guess? Some articles of his clothing could be more ostentatious than even Rhian's fashion sense, and others could be more understated and austere like what we could assume Rafal's mode of dress would be like, effectively meaning he's surpassed both School Masters at once.

Also, I completely agree with how you chose to make the Storian a man since I think I've always imagined its voice/narration as male (even if it's canonically genderless). Yet, I also find it interesting, how fitting this decision happens to be, that it's been turned from an "it" to a "he," seeing as, in Middle English (versus our Modern English), the possessive, third person pronoun its used to be spelled as his. Basically, back then, instead of the neutral object's set of pronouns, it/it/its (as opposed to the usual human set of he/him/his), it used to be hit/hit or him/his.

Was thinking. What if

Hear me out

Humanised Storian

Lmao

All i know

Is.

- long. Like. Think long-legged bird

- gray & blue. Skyscraper colour palette

- fuckton of feathers (think poets, birds, freedom)

- fuckton of long, sharp shapes

- his pen form in his hair

- cape!!!! Not like a regular one but still, cape!!!!

- idgaf about you eyes. You know what i mean

Sketched something will flesh it out later mb:

tantalized and compelled by a wet sorcerer

Ok, so... I was the one who submitted this question, and currently the poll results are at 80% "No," 15% "Yes," and 5% "See results." And that's absolutely hilarious to me, even though I expected it to happen because I selected the most "innocent" looking picture I could find of him.

Therefore, I'm going to introduce propaganda to see where this goes:

Despite being a character from a children's book, Rafal is an IMMORTAL EVIL SORCERER and a MURDERER!

This question was sent to our inbox and we made a separate poll in response to it. If you want to put your Blorbo in a situation of your choice and see if people think they’ll survive, send your Blorbo and the situation in which you want to see them to our inbox and we’ll post a poll for you! (For more information, check our pinned post.)

if you stabbed me and viscous foul-smelling black ichor poured out of the wound like smoke well i wouldn't be pleased about it but i wouldn't be surprised either

On the Subject of "All-Kinds-of-Fur:"

Link to the original Brothers Grimm fairy tale for reference. It's basically a variant of "Cinderella."

Also, if I have the inspiration for it, this could become part of a series, set during the peaceful days before the prequel events. Thus, if anyone would like to send in a request for the School Master brothers' reactions to a classic fairy tale or an SGE one, however obscure it may be, I might write it!

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[Rhian enters the tower chamber looking distressed while Rafal is grading fourth-year students' theses on treachery, taboos, and the natural lines of family, that, when wrongly crossed, drive people insane and disrupt the fragile human psyche.

For an example of this so-called phenomenon (stolen from the plot of Hamlet), imagine a scenario as follows: a wife marries her husband's brother after her husband dies. While they may not be blood relations, this scenario is still off and rather strange, even if modern times could make more allowances for such a thing to occur and be socially-acceptable.]

Rhian: My fourth-year Class Captain had to run away whilst on her questing assignment!

Rafal: [absently, without looking up from the papers, slashing through lines in bloodred ink] Mm, shame. [He sips his tea.]

Rhian: [tries to smile but it looks uneasy and he begins to pace with anxiety.] No! It's... good... I suppose. [He cringes.] If she hadn't run into the Woods last night, she would've had to marry her father!

Rafal: [spits out his tea.] Who's her father? Not one of my graduates, surely. Even my curriculum standards rise above that, that rot.

Rhian: No, it's not one of yours. Simply some brazen king. I just... I wish I could do something. She was one of my best students. [He sighs dejectedly.] But I doubt the Pen will tolerate an intervention. We just have to let her tale play out.

Rafal: Well, is it worth working yourself up over? She got away. Maybe it's you who's too invested in your students’ lives. They can fend for themselves, you know... well, probably. Actually, some Evergirls can be dimwitted. [He pauses.] How about this?: you always have the option of throwing her a lovely funeral.

Rhian: Oh, forget it. I don’t expect you to understand. [He throws up his arms, flustered, and exits the room.]

[Rafal observes that his brother still looks rather sad. In fact, Rhian grows more worried with each passing day as the Storian writes of the poor girl's travails as a forlorn scullery maid in hiding.]

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[Several months later, three days and three nights after each night of the ball and banquet in the Evergirl's fairy tale:]

Rhian: [elatedly, swelling with hope] Rafal! Rafal! Have you heard? My Class Captain might live to see her Happily Ever After! The young king is going to save her! She’s danced with him three nights in a row and he would take no other partner. Though, each night, she slips away and conceals herself in that hideous, asymmetrical coat. You've seen the Pen's illustrations, haven't you? And last night, she wore a dress that glistened like the stars! I just knew the Beautification Practice While Impoverished classroom simulations would pay off! I knew it! It's the sheer magic of what a little soap and water can achieve!

Rafal: [not listening to Rhian's enthusiastic raving] Uh-huh.

Rhian: [finally looks at Rafal more closely after his lackluster response.] Say, Rafal? Where did that patchwork blanket come from? Is it new? I feel like I’ve seen it before. Somewhere... [he muses.]

Rafal: [shrugs without looking up from his book.] Nowhere. You’re not still… sad about that tale, are you? It’s old news. And the Storian's been still about that tale for a good few hours. Maybe it'll be scrapped, storybook and all.

Rhian: [grits his teeth in frustration] Yes. I know. You weren't listening.

Rafal: [expressionlessly] Wasn't I? Regardless, Happily Ever Afters don't concern me.

Rhian: [tongue-tied, attempting to come up with a fitting retort] An-and, you need a good douse of soap and water too. You've got... soot and—is that walnut oil all over your hands?

Rafal: [rolls his eyes.]

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[The next day:]

[Rhian devours the completed tale in one sitting and notices a discrepancy he assumes is a continuity error by the Storian: the vagabond princess disguised in the role of a scullery maid returned to her little cubbyhole below stairs to find that her coat, which she’d left in the shadows, had disappeared, seemingly stolen.

Perhaps, a creature of the night had made off with it, desperate to reclaim its skin.

Or perhaps, there had been an intervention.

Thus, the princess was forced to show her true, shining self to the king’s men hunting her down. In her gown, that gleamed like the stars, much like a bride's.

And Rhian has a feeling he knows why this Ending came to be.]

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[A week later:]

Rhian: [enters, humming about wedding bells to himself.]

Rafal: You look well. Did something go right?

Rhian: Yes! Something nice came in the post today, brother. My former student and the young, foreign king have invited us to their wedding. And look! Even you got an invitation, too. [He laughs to himself and makes a face of mock fright, lowering his voice and gnarling his hands into claws.] Whooo, they probably didn't want the Evil brother to curse them during a christening someday, so you'll probably get a golden plate and sweetmeats to spare at the wedding feast in order to "appease" you.

Rafal: [glares at him.]

Rhian: [drops the act.] Ahem. Anyway, we’ve got to pack for spring in Altazarra. Bring some non-black, festive clothes, if you have any. Oh, and bring a less ugly coat than that scruffy old blanket, will you?

Rafal: I’m not attending. I don’t like inane balls or sentimental Ever Afters, but have fun.

Rhian: Are you sure about that?

Rafal: Positively.

Rhian: [holds up an illustration of the princess' cubbyhole from the tale he’s been scrutinizing for the last few days.] Then what’s this shadow the Storian’s inked in darker than the rest? It looks quite a lot like a human form.

Rafal: Trick of the light. Just be glad Evil didn’t prevail this time, and call it a day. My side will win next time to be sure.

Rhian: [smirks knowingly] I guess I owe my peace of mind and sanity to a thief then.

Rafal: [deadpans] Run along, Ever. Pip-pip. You've got a wedding to attend, have you not?