#Alfred Vogel

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Cardverse: A Case Study (that really isn't one.)

Hello gaymers and happy new year! Today we will be revisiting an old official au called Cardverse. Keep in mind that this is going to be an entirely different version of it rather than canon Cardverse, and 90% of it will be just my sorry behind rambling about the wonders and glories of political relations and why IT SUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LETS GO.

🔶Kingdom of Diamonds🔶

Ruler: Our Majesty Francis Bonnefoy, King/Queen of Diamonds; Beside him Prime Minister Erika Vogel and Royal Financial Advisor Vasch Zwingli (spelt his name wrong ik.)

The Kingdom of Diamonds; one of the wealthiest kingdoms in the land with a very turbulent history. Centuries ago, the king and queen upheld the most power (aside from Lords and Aristocrats). This imbalance of power would spark a revolt that would last for decades until a new form of government was put into place. (Not really.)

The Kingdom of Diamonds lies South, known for their very warm climates which contribute to their bountiful crops. They are responsible for 75% of the food distribution to other neighboring kingdoms. They are sometimes subsequently referred to as the "Brighter South" due to the amount of sunshine that contributes to their warm climate. However, they are often hindered by bad storms and monsoons from June until November.

While still under a monarchy, the Diamonds kingdom has it's own prime minister that keeps everything and everyone in check, this includes the king (or queen). Erika and Vasch act as some sort of caretaker for Francis, making sure that he's safe and not frivolously spending his inheritance on useless things such as new land, etc. Some have said that the King/Queen is too incompetent to be ruling a kingdom due to several factors: His emotional sensitivity, him being a people pleaser, and his overly flamboyant nature. Other has praised the king in his efforts in helping improve the lives of his people and his kind nature.

♠️The United Spades♠️

Ruler: Commander in Chief and President Alfred F. Jones; beside him Vice President Arthur Kirkland, and Secretary of State Chun-Yan Wang

From a small monarchy to one of the largest democracies in the land, The United Spades (actual name The United Spades of Aces) holds a lot of power than one may know.

They reside North, having to deal with several harsh winters. The Spades Kingdom has many various industrial sites. Unfortunately because of this, it is said to be the kingdom with the highest recorded rate of pollution.

The birth of the Spade's democracy still remains under debate by some historians. Some may have suggested it had ended after the death of the President's mother, who was said to be the last Queen of what once was the Kingdom of Spades. Others may have concluded that it emerged at the end of some sort of civil war; though these events had coincided with each other. Despite these events, the Spades are relatively young.

While he holds much authority over everyone, Alfred does struggle to keep many things in check; some praise him for his hard work while others criticize him for hurting some aspect of his community.

❤️The Kingdom of Hearts❤️

Ruler: Queen S̶͕̯̳͇̰͉̬̻̈́̃̿̈́͌̎͝ä̵̡̡͉̮̦̼̻̬̦̭́̄̓͝ḱ̸̛̜͉̀͑̆̊̈̚͠ų̵̠̤͚̥̻̀͗̋̌͋̇̌̏͋̍r̷͇̫̱̩̗̥̺̋̀͜͝a̵̢͕̯̙̓͐̔̓ ̶͇̜̯͍͍̥̩̟̹̣͗̀͛̔̍͑̈̕H̵̢͖͖͊͘ö̷̡̤̱̟̬̗̲́̆͂̾̇̊̚͠ń̶̢̧̠̓̂̚͜d̵̘͚̟̲̮͙͚̮͚̃́͛͋͒͐̄a̵̢͕͔̜̙͂̈́͌̅̈́͜ Lucrezia Vargas and King Ludwig Beilschmidt of the Hearts Kingdom.

The Hearts Kingdom resides in the western portion of the lands, also known as the "Western Kingdom" or "The Wild West". Much like the Empire of Clubs, they have a very fair climate. Average to the point where there is not much to comment on.

Not much is known about the Heart's Kingdom or what it's known for. It is rumored that the current queen isn't the real queen, and that something must've happened behind closed doors. Despite Ludwig being king and having the same amount of power, Lucrezia has the most authority over everybody. There is something about her that'll give you an aching feeling in your gut. But who is Sakura?

♣️The Empire of Clubs♣️

Ruler: Emperor Ivan Braginsky and Empress Elizabeta Hedevary and Jack of all trades Clubs Roderich Edelstein

The Empire of Clubs lies just to the east, majority of its territory landlocked by mountains and valleys. It's a place where not much goes on, not even among the monarchs who hold the power of the world within their hands. Some travelers from other kingdoms will return with how reserved most of the people are, giving them this quiet reputation.

Although quiet, they are well known for their clean environment and vast green valleys. Because of this they have a very diverse ecosystem and dedicate their fundings to preserving the homes of many species whether by land or by sea. It is even rumored that Ivan has a giant pet polar that was stolen from a neighboring kingdom elsewhere. Although due to the privacy of the royals, this cannot be confirmed nor denied.

[lazycats-stuff]

Hello I was wondering if you could do a Batfam x teen reader, where the reader is like Lara croft from Tom Raider. The reader love going on adventure to ancient ruin and collect artefacts. The story is up to you, of course!

Thanks you for your amazing writing!

(sorry, English isn't my first language)

I can do it! I remember watching Angelina Jolie in the role, I loved it! Thanks for the compliment anon. Don't worry, English isn't my first language too.

Summary: (Y/N) loved collecting artefacts. It can come in helpful sometimes.

Warnings: looking for the Holy Lance, mentions of Jesus and religious content, Matthias Vogel is here as an enemy, (Y/N) is scared of him, mentions of near death experience, Bruce is a protective dad.

Out of all the children he has, Bruce sees (Y/N) the least. He comes here for a few weeks and then he is of on another adventure. Bruce was very skeptical of him, but to say that would be hypocritical is an understatement.

So Bruce taught him every skill he knows to help him on his adventures. The boys did so too and they were always interested in what he collected. They all listened to the stories with a lot of interest and Bruce made a little museum in the manor.

Bruce knew that (Y/N) would do this for as long as he lives, because he was always adventures, even when he was a kid. Bruce had so much scares with him and a few gray hairs to prove it.

At the moment, (Y/N) was back home in USA, Gotham, New Jersey. He was sleeping in his room, knocked out from exhaustion. Bruce picked him up from the airport late last night while others were getting ready to go on patrol.

Bruce decided to leave (Y/N) sleeping and the others were going to be surprised. Damian loved his older brother to death and he missed him during his adventures, even though Damian would rather die than to admit it.

Bruce was in the kitchen, drinking the coffee that Alfred has prepared for him. He waited for his sons to come down. (Y/N) would probably come down in a few hours at best, but he did sleep through the entire flight. Maybe he could come down during breakfast.

" I see you are more relaxed master Bruce. " Alfred noted, turned to the stove, making some eggs for him.

" I am. (Y/N) is back and I can finally feel more relaxed. " Bruce explained and Alfred raised his brow.

" He is? "

" Yes, we came back when the others were getting ready for patrol. It will be a nice surprise. "

" Where was he this time? " Alfred asked.

" He was in Egypt. He looked for a temple and something that I can't even pronounce. " Bruce said and Alfred nodded, serving him the eggs.

The others were getting down too and the piled into the kitchen. There were quiet murmurs of good mornings and a grunt from Jason.

" I miss (Y/N). " Dick said, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

" Me too. " Tim chimed in, already having a cup of coffee in hands.

Jason just sighed quietly, not in the mood to talk. He was never and never will be a morning person. " Where is he anyway father? "

" Egypt. " Bruce answered shortly, sipping more of his coffee. Damian just nodded, rubbing his eyes too. He yawned behind his hand, thanking Alfred for bringing him the food.

" Good morning. "

Four heads whipped to look at the entrance door, all various stages of shock. Dick leapt from his chair, embracing his brother tightly. Jason followed after blinking a few times and Tim and Damian nearly trampled over one another to embrace their brother.

(Y/N) smiled, trying to breathe.

" I love you both, but you kind of need to let me go. " (Y/N) wheezed out and they did let him go, sitting back down at their spots.

" When did you come back? " Damian asked, pouring him some coffee.

" You were going on patrol on at the time. " (Y/N) explained and everyone but Alfred looked at Bruce.

" I wanted to surprise you all. " Bruce just explained and there were a few huffs heard. He chuckled at the displeasure of not knowing where their brother is.

" And what did you find? " Jason asked and (Y/N) started talking. Bruce hid his smile behind his mug. He knew that it would be like this for another few weeks before (Y/N) goes on another adventure.

" Wow. And Bruce brought you here without telling us. " Jason said, giving Bruce a mock glare.

" He was exhausted and he needed his sleep. " Bruce explained himself and Jason just shook his head.

" Does it really matter? It's a nice surprise. " Alfred chimed in and Jason had to agree. It was nice to see his brother.

" Where do you think you are going next? " Tim asked and (Y/N) tilted his head in thought.

" I don't know. Maybe find the Arc of the Covenant or something like that. " Everyone laughed at that and (Y/N) with them. Maybe he should embark on such religious adventure. Especially in regard to the Catholic Church. Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to find that Arc.

" Maybe you should. " Jason noted.

" Maybe I will and go down in history as the person who found the Arc of the Covenant. " (Y/N) laughed as he drank his coffee. Maybe he should.

" And then we can claim more fame. " Tim joked, sending the table into an another wave of laughter.

(Y/N)'s mask itched on his face as he walked with Bruce through the Zeta tube. He only wore when he was needed for the Justice League as an expert on ancient artefacts. They had an expert on magical artifacts and then they had (Y/N).

Bruce wanted to protect (Y/N)'s identity since they had new heroes coming to the League. (Y/N) sighed quietly, adjusting the mask. He just wanted to rip this mask off, but he couldn't due to Bruce.

" Just an hour or so and then you can go home. " Bruce said, not ever looking back as they walked through the halls to the conference room. Apparently they had some rumors about the power that the Holy Lance has.

The Lance also had some blood of Jesus Christ when he was crucified and according to some magic wielders there is also mind control in the mix too.

It was something that the Justice League wanted to have, to safe keep, away from the League of Light, considering that if it fell into wrong hands, there would be a lot of chaos and terror from the Light.

(Y/N) has heard of it and has heard it's legend, but there were already lances claiming to be the holy one, so he didn't really bother with searching one. Apparently there is one under the St. Peter's Basilica and there is one in Vienna too.

(Y/N) shook his head as he saw Superman and Wonder Woman. The trio exchanged hugs and some kisses, at least on Wonder Woman's side. (Y/N) was considered a nephew and that meant that they worried for him when he was away on his adventures.

When ever (Y/N) was out on his adventures, Superman listened intently. Clark told (Y/N) a few years back that if he was ever in trouble that didn't seem like he could get out of, call.

It has only happened once and not even Bruce knows about. (Y/N) didn't want to worry him.

" Oh my dear nephew, where have you been? " She asked, leading him to the conference room, leaving the two men behind. Wonder Woman loved (Y/N) a lot and she often complained that she wasn't seeing him enough, but she knew that going on adventures is his pure passion.

She is not going to take that away from him. She is not evil.

The two fell into a nice conversation, sitting next to each other. Bruce and Clark stepped in, along side Hal, Victor, Barry and Arthur. They also got visibly excited at the sight of their rarely seen bat kid. There were pats on the back and some side hugs.

" Okay, now that we have all gathered here, we can start. " Batman said and everyone grumbled.

" We see this kid rarely as it is and you want to work? You are cruel. " Green Lantern grumbled, Flash nodding in agreement. Cyborg and Aquaman agreed, but they didn't voice it.

" This is an important meeting for an important mission. We have no time to waste. "

(Y/N) suppressed a chuckle. To him, his father was always funny when he was trying to sound so strict and scary. (Y/N) knew early on that Batman and Bruce Wayne are two different people. And when you live with him long enough, it becomes funny.

" Now, what we are looking for is this lance. " Bruce said, pressing a few buttons to show a picture on the screen. " It's supposedly a lance that was used to stab Jesus Christ during his crucifixion. It's supposed to have some blood of Jesus on it. But the reason why we are looking for it's because it has a power. Mind control. " Bruce paused, nodding to (Y/N).

" There are about 3 lances claiming to be the Holy Lance. One is Rome, on is in Krakow and the other one is in Vienna. But there is no proof that they are the real deal. The information that I have says that it could be found in Armenia. Fun fact, Hitler was obsessed with it. " (Y/N) said, tapping on the screen. It's a photograph of a cave.

" Now, this is the place where it's supposed to be, but it's not confirmed. With the help of my dad, we intercepted intel from Matthias Vogel. He is a treasure hunter and a leader of mercenaries. They haven't confirmed it yet, but I did. I talked to my sources and friends and I have confirmed it. Do you have an idea what the cave is?" (Y/N) asked, shifting in his chair.

" The tomb of Jesus. " Superman chimed in.

" You are correct. He is officially buried in the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, but the body can't be traced back to Jesus. The Church was built near the crucifixion site, according to the Bible. " (Y/N) finished and everyone else was shocked at the knowledge that (Y/N) showed. Holy shit.

" Wow. " Flash said, making (Y/N) chuckle.

" Yeah, I know. " (Y/N) said and Bruce had to suppress a smile. (Y/N) was his boy.

" We are going first thing tomorrow. " Batman announced and the meeting was over. The father son duo looked at each. Bruce knew that Vogel is (Y/N)'s enemy and that worried him. (Y/N) is a skilled person, but this is something that Bruce would never take lightly.

(Y/N) was trained very well and he managed to take Deathstroke once, but Vogel nearly killed (Y/N) once. That was the time that Bruce doesn't know about Superman's help. (Y/N) came home a bit wrecked, but he did tell Bruce that Vogel has tried to kill him. He didn't know about Superman's help and (Y/N) lied to Bruce about the extent of his injuries.

Everyone left Bruce and (Y/N) alone and (Y/N) walked up to Bruce who was still sitting down.

" We have to bring Robin. " (Y/N) said quietly, leaning down to hug Bruce. He knew that his dad was angry about the near death experience and Bruce gave him a hug.

" We will. I'm more concerned about Vogel. If Robin finds out about him, he is going to kill him. " Bruce replied, just as quietly. He didn't want to think about it.

He was just happy to have his son alive and well.

The flight to Armenia went through without a hitch. It was easy and the ride to the cave, where Jesus is supposed to be buried. Matthias Vogel was nowhere to be seen and (Y/N) wanted to keep it that way. Damian sat down next to (Y/N) in the car and he could understand how freeing this is.

Thankfully, they went in the autumn, when the weather is was just perfect. Not to hot and not to cold. Damian already made a note to ask (Y/N) to join in on one adventure.

" Here it is. " (Y/N) announced, looking through the sunglasses. Damian and (Y/N) jumped out, walking towards it. Batman and the others followed close behind. Hal made some light with his ring and Cyborg analyzed it with his vision.

" It seems to be going deeper. If we move the big rock, then we will be able to get through. " He said, looking around.

Superman quickly moved it and Batman went first. Everything was quiet at first, before (Y/N) heard a familiar voice.

" It's here. It's a shame that (Y/N) isn't here. " Matthias Vogel said and (Y/N) froze. Flash took them all out. They were knocked out within a second.

They didn't see them coming.

" Okay, lets take the lance and go. This is one of the easier missions we have ever had. I don't want to mess it up. " Robin said and (Y/N) took the Lance.

(Y/N) still felt uneasy at the voice of Mathias Vogel. He didn't want to know what the sentence meant and he didn't want to guess. He woke up in the middle of the night, gasping for air.

He felt scared for the first time in a year. He stood up on shaky legs as he went to Bruce's room. He tried to breath normally, but he couldn't.

The nightmare took everything out of him as he opened the door quietly. Bruce lifted his head up, opening his eyes. (Y/N) didn't have to say anything, he just lifted the covers up.

(Y/N) closed the door behind himself, before crawling under them. Bruce wrapped him up in the warm covers, bringing him closer to him. He gave him a kiss on the head before (Y/N) buried his head into Bruce's chest.

" Nothing will happen to you. " Bruce said quietly in the dark, as if he knew what has scared (Y/N).

(Y/N) teared up a little and Bruce embraced him tightly. (Y/N) closed his eyes once more as he tried sleep.

(Y/N) and Bruce fell asleep, (Y/N) feeling safe in his father's arms.

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Gänsesäger, Merganser merganser | Die Vogel (1913) | Alfred Edmund Brehm (1829-1884) | Biodiversity Heritage Library

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Hetalia Human Names

NOTE: This is my personal interpretation and the names may diverge from canon and established fanon. Also I might update this every so often to make it more accurate, depending on the information I find.

Table of Contents

The Main Characters

Western Europe

Northern Europe

Eastern Europe

Southern Europe

Western Asia

South Asia

East Asia

Southeast Asia

Oceania

Micronations

Former nations

The Main Characters

Italy Veneziano: Feliciano Vergano

I chose the name Vergano instead as it keeps the essense of the original surname, but is actually Italian.

Italy Romano: Lovino Vergano

Germany: Ludwig Beilschmidt

Japan: Kiku Honda

Prussia: Gilbert Beilschmidt

America: Alfred Franklin Jones

I like the headcanon of his middle name being "Freedom", but Franklin is my personal favourite.

England: Arthur James Kirkland

I came across this in a fic a while back and never looked back. This man needs a middle name.

France: Francis Bonnefoy

Russia: Ivan Braginsky

China: Yao Wang

Canada: Matthew Williams

Western Europe

Austria: Roderich Edelstein

Belgium: Laura Janssens

Liechtenstein: Erika Vogel

Luxembourg: Henri Janssens

I've also used the name Gabriel before, but it doesn't seem to be used much in Luxembourg, so Henri would be more fitting.

Monaco: Louise Bonnefoy

The name Louise and it's masculine variant, Louis, appear a few times in the Monaguesque royal family.

Netherlands: Willem Janssens

Willem appears a few times in the Dutch royal family, and it sounds a bit older than other suggested names, which reflects his age and general vibes imo. I really like this name.

Switzerland: Sebastian Zwingli

Personally I see his name "Basch" as a nickname for Sebastian. It's also easy to adapt to his official languages: Sebastian/Sébastién/Sebastiano. The Romansh variant would be Bistgaun, but the archaic version seems to be Bastgaun, which is more similar to Basch. I headcanon that he goes by the name "Basch" in all languages to make it more cohesive.

Northern Europe

Denmark: Mathias Rasmussen

I'm from Scandinavia myself and I don't know if it's widespread, but I've heard people say "all Danish people are named Rasmus" more than once, so I like to incorporate that into his surname.

Estonia: Eduard Kaasik

Around 50% of Estonia is covered in forest, and one of the most common tree types is birch. Kaasik is a common surname and means "birch forest".

Finland: Timo Väinämöinen

Iceland: Eiríkur Steinsson

Steinsson means "son of Stein (given name meaning stone)",. Also Emil isn't traditionally Icelandic, but it's widely used. Personally though, I prefer the name Eiríkur.

Latvia: Raivis Bērziņš

The surname Galante corresponds with the modern Latvian opera singer Inese Galante, but I couldn't find anything to suggest it's commonly used or that it's Latvian at all. Bērziņš is one of the most used Latvian surnames and means "birch tree", like Estonia's surname. Personally, I don't see the Baltics as siblings, but I think this would be a cute reference.

Also, based on what I read, surnames became common in Latvia around the 19th century, with Bērziņš being one of them. Latvia could have picked up whatever the people around him (Estonia) was using and made it his own.

Lithuania: Tolys Laurinaitis

Norway: Sigurd Bondevik

Sweden: Berwald Oxenstierna

Eastern Europe

Belarus: Natalya Arlovskaya

Bulgaria: Mihail Petrov Isporov

Isporov is the family name and is derived from an alternative name of Asparukh, the first king of the First Bulgarian Empire.

Czech: Tereza Novakova

Hungary: Erzsébet Héderváry

Moldova: Marcel Popescu

Poland: Feliks Łukasiewicz

Romania: Vladislav Popescu

Slovakia: Jozef Novak

Ukraine: Iryna Chernenko

Southern Europe

Greece: Herakles Karpusi

Portugal: João Silva Ferreira

Spain: Antonio Fernandez Carriedo

Western Asia

Cyprus: Stasinos Karpusi

Stasinos was one of the first European poets who wrote the epic poem Cypria.

Turkey: Sadiq Adnan

TRNC: Tarkan Adnan

South Asia

India: Rajesh Thakur

East Asia

Hong Kong: Leon Wang / Wong Kulung

Macau: Chen Wang

South Korea: Im Yong-soo

Taiwan: Mei Lin

Southeast Asia

Thailand: Prasert Chakri

Vietnam: Lien Nguyen

Africa

Cameroon: Emmanuel Mawdo Ahidjo

Many of the most commonly used forenames in Cameroon are of French or English origins, such as Emmanuel.

Mawdo means ‘elder’ in Fulfulde.

Ahidjo refers to the first president of Cameroon.

Egypt: Gupta Muhammad Hassan

Seychelles: Michelle Mancham

Americas

Cuba: Carlos Machado Rodríguez

Oceania

Australia: Daniel Kirkland

New Zealand: Zachary Kirkland

Micronations

Hutt River: Christopher Kirkland

Kugelmugel: Leopold Edelstein

Ladonia: Erland Oxenstierna

Molossia: Jacob Jones

"JJ" :)

Sealand: Peter Kirkland

Seborga: Romeo Vergano

Okay listen. I have no explaination, I just really like this name. Also, if the names of the trio is Peter, Wendy, and Romeo, they're all named after characters from literature. I think that's fun.

Wy: Wendy Kirkland

Former Nations

Ancient Egypt: Neferure

References the only biological child of Hatshepsut.

Ancient Greece: Helene

Ancient Rome: Marcus Valerius Maximus

Marcus is the praenomina (given name) and refers to how Romulus and Remus were said to have been twins of Mars, the god.

Valerius is the nomen gentilicium (hereditary name) and means “to be strong”.

Maximus is the cognomen and means “the greatest”.

Germania: Alaric

Holy Roman Empire: Otto Beilschmidt

Personally I like the idea that HRE and Germany aren't the same person, but share the same body.

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To be or not to be a traitor to the Diamont court

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/rwINZg6 by Anonymous Arthur Kirkland was a half-fae, working a the Court of Diamonds as the Ten of Diamonds. He was charged with preparing the upcoming wedding between the King of Diamonds, Francis Bonnefoy, and the future Queen of Diamonds, Erika Vogel. Unfortunately for him, the invitations given to the King of Spades held the wrong day so now it was up to him to entertain their guest for the next two weeks before the wedding. Surely nothing will happen between them. Aka: Arthur is forced into close proximity with Alfred. Francis may or may not like him. And there is wedding planning in the background too. Words: 3514, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Hetalia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: America (Hetalia), England (Hetalia), France (Hetalia), Portugal (Hetalia) Relationships: America/England (Hetalia), England/France (Hetalia), England & Portugal (Hetalia) Additional Tags: Cardverse (Hetalia), Fluff and Angst, Eventual Smut, Eventual Relationships, Hetalia Countries Using Human Names, How Do I Tag, Onsided FrUK, England Needs Tea (Hetalia), Ten of Diamonds England (Hetalia), King of Spades America (Hetalia), Half-Fae England (Hetalia), Other Additional Tags to Be Added read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/rwINZg6

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Hetalia/Hunger Games Crossover

I'd originally started this for a friend some years ago, but I lost that friendship and the motivation to write this. It was a behemoth of a concept to start with, which is why I'd decided to rush the beginning and focus mostly on the games. According to the notes I made for this, I didn't actually create most of this cast -- I'd sent my friend vague character notes and asked them to assign a Hetalia character to each one and then built the cast off of that. Which is kind of a cool concept for a gift for a friend, tbh. This was when I was still into Hetalia the first time, so it's actually not Nordic-centric for once. 😅

Below are notes and the beginnings of the idea.

This was written in 2014. (Someone tell me they can tell a difference in my writing from 10 years ago to now. 😭😂)

Happy readings!

CHEAT SHEET

District 1 *career*: [luxury items] Francis Bonnefoy & Matthew Williams

District 2 *career*: [masonry, weapons, trains] Arthur Kirkland & Elizabeta Héderváry

District 3: [electronics, mechanical] Kiku Honda & Heracles Karpusi

District 4 *career*: [fishing] Lovino Basile & Antonio Carriedo

District 5: [power] Lars Janssen & Amelie Lemmens

District 6: [transportation] Peter Dalton & Basch Zwingli

District 7: [lumber] Berwald Oxenstierna & Tino Väinamöinen

District 8: [textiles (clothes)] Roderich Edelstein & Gilbert Beilschmidt

District 9: [grain] Belle Vogel & Chloe Walker

District 10: [livestock] Wynn Taylor & Demarco Hughes

District 11: [agriculture] Sadiq Adnan & Gupta Hassan

District 12: [coal] Ludwig Glockner & Alfred Jones

→District 13: [nuclear weapons]←

Ludwig’s little brother: Alarick Glockner

Person at home who is in love with Ludwig: Feliciano Vargas

Previous Victor: Markus Marino

“Effie Trinket”: Jakob Sigurdsson

Personal Designer: Feliks Łukasiewicz

Game-Maker: Yao Wang

President: Ivan Braginski

Host: Mathias Densen

~

[Cheat for names:

Chloe: Wy

Amelie: Belgium

Belle: Liechtenstein

Mathias: Denmark

Alarick: HRE

Markus: Grandpa Rome

Jakob: Iceland

Wynn: Australia

Demarco: New Zealand

Lars: Netherlands]

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The Reaping

I stare around town, standing on my front porch. Light is barely breaching the horizon, dyeing the wispy clouds orange and pink while it casts an eerie glow across the land. A few people are already up -- mainly the miners, along with the butcher and baker -- but I know the rest of the town is trying to avoid the inevitable. The Reaping is today and everyone dreads it. Every year it happens; the same person -- Jakob Sigurdsson -- comes in, all dressed up in his Capitol clothes; two people are picked to represent the District. He always makes it sound like a good thing, something to be proud of, when you’re picked. And for a select few Districts, it is. But we aren’t one of those few and we see the Hunger Games for what they are -- a slaughter.

My District -- District 12 -- is one of the poorest in Panem. Nicknamed the Seam, we produce coal for our country. The entire town always seems to be covered in a thick layer of coal dust, making it look dull and grey. I watch the miners make their daily trek from home to the mines, most carrying lunch-pails but not everyone. All look tired, worn, done. I don’t know what it takes to be a miner, not really. Thought my father was one, I barely remember his schedule and his exhausted face is fading from my memory. Instead of spending all my days in the mine, I get up early to do a different task but one no less important.

I hunt.

Hunting is technically illegal because it’s past our borders that all the animals dwell. But even Peacekeepers want fresh meat and are normally fairly willing to turn a blind eye if they get a cut. So I hunt and trade for other things my family needs.

Slowly, I wander through town, heading for the border. This “border” is just a ten-foot high wire fence with “Caution: Electric” signs posted here and there. And that’s an absolute joke, since our District is lucky to get more than two hours of electricity in the evenings. Still, as I approach the fence, I pause to listen for the hum that means the wire is live. When I’m sure it isn’t, I go to the bushes that hide the weak spot in the fence -- one of many; this one just happens to be closest to home. I crouch down and step through the hole.

Once beyond the fence, I jog to the first line of trees. Coming to the woods is a reprieve. While the town seems to lack color, the woods are full of it. Greens and browns of every shade surround me and I feel okay again. I retrieve my bow and arrows from a hollow log and head deeper into the security of the trees.

“Ludwig!” I turn my head toward the voice and spot my best friend, Feliciano, waving from a small break in the trees to my left. I smile slightly, something I only seem able to do around him now, and wander over to him. “I got something for us!”

“Funny, do did I,” I say, reaching into my pocket for the goat cheese my little brother had left on the table for me early this morning. My little brother, Alarick, owns a goat that I’m grateful for because it means cheese and milk we can either use or trade. Plus, it keeps Alarick busy now and again.

Feliciano beams at me as he produces a loaf of bread from behind his back. “Ta-da! Fresh from the bakery! I traded a squirrel for it!” he explains happily.

I momentarily forget about the cheese, too surprised by this amazing treat, as I take it from him. Most of the bread we make at home is different from the bakery's, being that the Capitol takes most of the wheat for their own bread, leaving oh so little for us. This is real bread; less dense and slightly sweeter. “He must be in a giving mood…” I mutter, my mouth watering. It’s still warm. I reluctantly hand it back.

He rips it in half and gives me a section. I pull out the cheese and we sit down. “Well, I think everyone wants to feel close again,” he muses, nibbling on the bread and cheese. I rip my section in half and pocket a portion, intending to share it with Alarick later. “Considering the day and all…”

“It’s a funny time to desire that,” I mutter, looking around. I spot a bush with some blackberries and stand, going over to collect a handful for us. I offer them to him as I sit again. “I mean, shouldn’t we want to feel that all the time, not just right before a death sentence?”

Feliciano sets a berry on top of a bite of cheese and pops it into his mouth. “Maybe we’re too scared to,” he says finally. “Maybe the idea is normally just too much but, on this day, we forget to be scared of the whole thing because we’re all too scared for ourselves and our families.” He looks at me. “It’s stupid, huh?”

“It’s probably true,” I sigh, picking at the bread. “How many times did you put your name in?”

He looks uncharacteristically upset for a moment, torn between a triumph and a sickening dread, as he admits, “Eighteen.” I gape at him, horrified. “I have my siblings to think about, just like you have Alarick. So how many times did you put yours in?”

I’m reluctant to reply. I feel a bit selfish, now. See, every time you enter your name into the Reaping, your rations temporarily go up. With six other siblings, Feliciano has reason to. But I only have my mother and brother. “Eleven,” I mumble and shove some cheese and a few berries into my mouth.

He laughs, my favorite sound in the world. “We’re horrible. Our chances are so high and we do this every year!” His smile is sad when I look at him. “Let’s just go. Let’s just run and run…”

“And go where?” I ask, wishing more than anything that I could be as optimistic as he is about the idea. But I know there’s nowhere to run.

“Anywhere,” he answers easily. “There’s got to be something else besides here.” He leans back, watching the trees quiver with the slight breeze. “Anything must be better than here…”

I nod thoughtfully. “Probably. But… What about Alarick? And your family? We can’t just leave them…”

He pulls his knees up to his chest and sighs deeply. “I know. We could take them with… Maybe in a few years, when the littlest can run.” He glances at me.

“But, for now, it’s the Reaping day,” I remind him. “And the odds are not in our favor.” The words are a twist on what Jakob always says before he draws names. We look at each other and smile. I almost laugh but the sound doesn’t quite make it to my lips.

x~x

Everyone is gathered in front of City Hall. Even the miners came home early for this. We’re all dressed in our best clothes. THe youngest group of only twelve years stands in the front of the crowd and it goes back until eighteen. Parents and children too young hover behind everyone else nervously. A giant screen has been erected off to the right of the City Hall building. We’re all waiting anxiously for Jakob to step onto the stage. The waiting part of this drives me crazy. They put on a big show just to draw names. Maybe that’s important to other Districts -- like the career Districts -- but for us, it seems like a waste of time. I shift restlessly from one foot to the other, until I bump into the girl next to me and receive a dirty look. But, finally, Jakob waltzes onto the stage and taps the microphone, smiling his tiny smile when we all cringe at the backfeed it gives off. The cameras all start rolling, some on the crowd, others on Jakob.

This year, Jakob is wearing a turquoise-blue suit with gold trim. He’s done up his eyes in a similar fashion, making the dull grey of his irises that much more noticeable. His ever-changing tattoos are gold swirls up his neck and on the sides of his face. He looks ridiculous to me but I know he must be in style in the Capitol because he’d never wear anything less. “Happy Hunger Games,” he purrs into the microphone. “And what a special time. This marks the 75th annual. Exciting, isn’t it?” No one so much as coughs in response. He’s kind of used to this now, though, and his expression doesn’t change. “Let’s go straight to the clip then, shall we? We’ve changed it a bit this year so I suggest you keep your eyes open.” The way his Capitol accent highlights the last part and how his eyes seem to sparkle a bit makes me shiver. I’ve imagined that Jakob had not originally wanted the job he’s got -- doing the Reaping for District 12 and showing the tributes how to live a short Capitol lifestyle. I’ve always thought he probably wanted to be a Game-Maker and the idea that he’d be good at it makes me glad he’s stuck with us.

The clip, a short history of Panam and why the Hunger Games are held, does not seem any different to me. Jakob’s expression changes ever so slightly, causing him to look completely blissed out. When the video ends, he stares back out at the crowd. “I love that. It’s so powerful,” he murmurs, and I’m not entirely convinced that he hasn’t momentarily forgotten the microphone in front of his mouth. “Now,” he says, seeming a bit more alive. “Let us get to what we’ve all been waiting for! Let’s draw some names. And, of course, may the odds be ever in your favor.” Everyone stands a bit taller, more rigid, as he walks to the bubble holding all the names. He spins it twice and the sound echoes. Then he reaches in and pulls out a slip of paper. He moves back in front of the microphone and unfolds it. No one is breathing. “Alarick Glockner,” he announces gleefully and everyone except me lets out a collective sigh of relief.

I stare at the twelve-year olds, picking out the shimmering blond of my brother’s hair easily as he steps forward with a prompt of, “Come on, don’t be shy,” from Jakob. He looks like he’s trembling.

Everything in me shuts down and so I feel nothing as I frantically push through the crowd shouting, “Alarick, no! I volunteer! No! I volunteer!” Peacekeepers try to stop me and I see Alarick look back at me, horror on his face. “I volunteer!” I scream, pushing against the Peacekeepers in an attempt to get to my brother.

Jakob stares at me consideringly. “Let him through,” he says at last and I’m released. I immediately run to Alarick and hug him briefly before passing him to Feliciano, who has appeared just as Alarick is getting hysterical. Still feeling rather numb, I hear Jakob call me forward; I walk on leaden legs onto the stage. As Jakob takes my arm and chirps, “What’s your name?” I remember the cameras broadcasting this to the entire nation live and feel sick.

Shakily, I answer, “Ludwig Glockner…”

He’s practically beaming. “I’ll bet that was your brother, eh?” I nod. “Well, very brave indeed. Ladies and gentlemen, District 12’s first volunteer!” While he claps, everyone else in the crowd touches three fingers to their lips and raise them into the air toward me. I don’t feel brave. I definitely feel like I might pass out. I know the sign they’re giving me and it scares me. It’s a sign of respect and -- more importantly -- a sign of passing within the Districts. It hasn’t been used, to my knowledge, since the mine blew up a decade ago. It’s almost rebellious.

I glance at Jakob, to gauge his reaction, and am surprised to see that he seems uncomfortable. Rather hurriedly, he declares, “Let’s draw the second name.” He goes back to the bubble and spins it twice before fishing for a slip of paper. He finally snatches one and steps back to the microphne. “Let’s see who will be joining Ludwig this year…” He unfolds it and reads the name, “Alfred Jones.”

A blond boy, around my age, slowly steps through the crowd and I try not to roll my eyes. His expression reads uncertainty and mild fear. He walks to the stage adjusting his glasses, and, when he does, his entire persona. By the time he’s standing beside me, he looks determined and taller than my first impression had suggested. “And there you have it, ladies and gentlemen,” Jakob announces cheerfully, his comfort level back to normal. “District 12’s tributes for the 75th annual Hunger Games!”

[nokzeit]

Ehrungsabend des DRK Mosbach

Ehrungsabend des DRK Mosbach Mosbach. (sb) Der Rotkreuz-Ehrungsabend im Begegnungszentrum „fideljo“ ist inzwischen schon eine kleine Tradition. Präsident Gerhard Lauth, Geschäftsführer Guido Wenzel und die Kreisbereitschaftsleiter Marco Berg und Urban Fuchs nutzten das Treffen, um vor dem gemeinsamen Essen verdiente Rotkreuzler im Ehren- und Hauptamt ebenso zu würdigen wie Neu-Rentner und erfolgreiche Absolventen der Notfallsanitäter-Ausbildung. Lauth rief jeden einzelnen zu sich und würdigte die Engagierten mit persönlichen Worten, bevor Urkunden, Spangen, Geschenkkörbe, Gutscheine und „Flüssiges“ überreicht wurden. Glückwünsche gab es auch von Sandra Kreis, Personalleiterin und Stellvertretende Geschäftsführerin. Am Ehrenamt ist nichts „Verstaubtes“ Der Abend in trauter Runde sei zu einer schönen Einrichtung geworden, begrüßte Gerhard Lauth die Teilnehmer, besonders Ehrenmitglied Alfred Uihlein. Ausdrücklich sagte er „Danke“ an alle Engagierten. Sie seien mit Herzblut dabei. Im Hauptamt sei man berufen zu helfen, im Ehrenamt spüre man das Bedürfnis, sich für andere einzubringen. „Das ist Teil unserer Kultur“, so Lauth, „und es ist unwahrscheinlich wichtig, das hochzuhalten.“ Auch wenn die Begriffe „Ehren“ und „Amt“ für manchen vielleicht veraltet klängen: „Da ist nichts Verstaubtes dran, im Gegenteil, das sollte in unserer Gesellschaft viel verbreiteter sein“, betonte der Präsident. Beginnend mit dem Mosbacher Wachenleiter Jan Albrecht rief er zunächst die „25-jährigen“ Dienstjubilare zu sich. Gewürdigt wurden Notfallsanitäter Frank Götz, Hausmeister Jürgen Bangert und Tamara Fischer-Pummer, Leiterin der Sozialen Dienste, sowie Walter Henn, aktuell stellvertretender Rettungsdienstleiter. Abonnieren Sie kostenlos unseren NOKZEIT-KANAL auf Whatsapp. Ein großes Dankeschön gab es für die in diesem Jahr in den Ruhestand gehendenMitarbeiter. Dazu zählen Michael Borho, Ulla Skorok, Elvira Mohr, Christina Jakubaschk und Petra Hartmann. Weiterbildung ist auch beim Roten Kreuz wichtig. Und so würdigte Lauth die Notfallsanitäter Jan Hettinger, jetzt auch Leitstellendisponent, sowie Fabian Rossnagel, Maximilian Sauer und Antonia Lang, die sich zum Praxisanleiter weiterqualifizierten. Yannick Spohrer setzte die Ausbildung als Organisatorischer Leiter im Rettungsdienst auf seinen Notfallsanitäter „drauf“. Eine Sonderehrung erfuhr Praxisanleiter Henning Waschitschek für 30 Jahre Engagement unter anderem in der Psychosozialen Notfallversorgung sowie für 32 Jahre als Ausbilder. Treue Unterstützer und Urgesteine Weiter ging es mit den Auszeichnungen für die Ehrenamtlichen. Persönlich geehrt wurden Christoph Rastert von der Bereitschaft Elztal und Verena Waschitschek vom Ortsverein Limbach, aktuell stellvertretende Kreisverbandsärztin, für 25 Jahre. Für 30 Jahre Treue wurde der langjährige Limbacher Bereitschaftsleiter Christoph Knapp ausgezeichnet. „Wir sind froh, dass wir ihn haben“, sagte Gerhard Lauth in seiner Laudatio für Guido Wenzel, der dem Roten Kreuz seit 35 Jahren die Treue hält, in seinem Heimatort Steinenbronn Bereitschaftsleiter war und seit dem 1. Juli 2023 in Mosbach Kreisgeschäftsführer ist. Für 40 Jahre Treue wurde Schwesternhelferin Renate Hack geehrt, ebenso wie Erich Merkert, Ehrenmitglied im Ortsverein Billigheim. 45 Jahre sind Schwesternhelferin Rosalinde Demel sowie Erika und Friedhelm Maßholder von der Bereitschaft Mosbach dabei. Dieter Kautzmann, DRK-Urgestein und seit 2006 Rotkreuzbeauftragter, wurde ebenfalls für 45 Jahre Mitgliedschaft beim Ortsverein Mosbach ausgezeichnet. Für stolze 50 Jahre Treue wurde Karola Donau aus Mosbach geehrt. Auf bemerkenswerte 55 Jahre Mitgliedschaft blicken Rudolf Trabold von der Bereitschaft Stein am Kocher und Martin Kiefner vom Ortsverein Elztal zurück. Eine besondere Ehrung erfuhr Kurt Vogel: Er ist seit 60 Jahren Mitglied im Ortsverein Mosbach und war lange Zeit Fahrdienstleiter, heute würde man sagen Rettungsdienstleiter im Kreisverband. Lobende Worte fand Gerhard Lauth auch für den Nachwuchs. Neun junge Männer und Frauen haben im Frühjahr und Herbst dieses Jahres die Ausbildung zum Notfallsanitäter bzw. zur Notfallsanitäterin erfolgreich abgeschlossen und verstärken nun den DRK-Rettungsdienst: Jana Woitsch, Jule Reichert, Vera Ernst, Benjamin Schibor, Enni Litke, Luisa Madinsky, Johanna Hilpert, Denis Sprung und Benedikt Walter. Zum Abschluss des offiziellen Teils gab es nochmals ein Musikstück, wobei die beiden jungen Sängerinnen der Musikschule Mosbach und ihr Klavierbegleiter Martin Daab nicht ohne eine Zugabe von der Bühne gehen durften. Treue DRK-Ehrenamtliche im Überblick - 25 Jahre: Christoph Rastert (Elztal), Verena Waschitschek (Limbach), Roswitha Keller (Billigheim-Allfeld), Renate Reinmuth (Neunkirchen). - 30 Jahre: Christoph Knapp, Birgit Link, (beide Limbach), Erich Nelius (Schwarzach), Edeltraud D’Urso (Schwesternhelferin), Regina Wirth, Sigrid Wirth (beide Neunkirchen), Henning Waschitschek. - 35 Jahre: Alexander Brauch (Schwarzach), Sascha Haderspeck (Hüffenhardt), Frank Hetzler (Schefflenz), Norman Rückert (Limbach), Guido Wenzel. - 40 Jahre: Renate Hack (Schwesternhelferin), Erich Merkert (Billigheim). - 45 Jahre: Uwe Basler (Hüffenhardt), Klaus Brutscher (Mosbach), Rosalinde Demel (Schwesternhelferin), Dr. Lothar Hassling, Dieter Kautzmann, Erika Maßholder, Friedhelm Maßholder (alle Mosbach), Dr. Christoph Kaltenmaier (Aglasterhausen). - 50 Jahre: Karola Donau (Mosbach). - 55 Jahre: Martin Kiefner (Elztal), Rudolf Trabold (Stein am Kocher). - 60 Jahre: Kurt Vogel (Mosbach).   Lesen Sie den ganzen Artikel

[housesorrowsupdates]

List of names used in House Sorrows (updated as characters introduced)

ALL NAMES ARE ARRANGED IN GIVEN NAME - SURNAME ORDER NORDICS

Iceland -- Jóhannes "Jói" Hrafnsson

Norway -- Halvard "Halle" Sørensen

Denmark -- Henrik Pedersen

Sweden -- Björn Eriksson

Finland -- Timo Järvinen

EASTERN/CENTRAL EUROPE

Estonia -- Eduard Tamm (credit to hetaestoniahq for suggesting Tamm as a more appropriate surname)

Latvia -- Raivis Gailītis

Lithuania -- Tolvydas "Tolys" Laurinaitis (I will be using Tolys instead of Tolvydas as his full name for the sake of ease)

Poland -- Feliks Łukasiewicz

Belarus -- Natalya Dmitrievna Arlovskaya (Наталля Дзмітрыеўна Арловская)

Ukraine -- Iryna Mykolaivna Chernenko (Ірина Миколаївна Черненко)

Russia -- Ivan Maxsim Braginsky (Иван Макси́мович Брагинский)

Hungary -- Erzsébet Héderváry

Czechia -- Teréza Jelinkova

WESTERN EUROPE

England/UK -- Arthur Kirkland

Scotland -- Alasdair Ross (Alasdair suggested by inkcoffinz)

France -- Francis Bonnefoy

Belgium -- Manon Vermeulen

Germany -- Ludwig Beilschmidt

Prussia -- Gilbert Beilschmidt

Austria -- Roderich Edelstein

Liechtenstein -- Erika Vogel

SOUTHERN EUROPE AND THE BALKANS

Spain -- Antonio Fernández Carriedo

EAST ASIA

Japan -- Kiku Honda (本田菊; Honda Kiku)

China -- Yao Wang (王耀; Wang Yao)

Hong Kong -- KaLung Leon Wong (Wong KaLung 王嘉龍) (see post by vulpes-incendium -- I, as they suggest, decided to have him go by Leon to fit the "trendy teen" type)

Taiwan -- Xiao Mei Lin (林曉梅; Lin Xiao Mei)

South Korea -- Yong-Soo Im (Im Yong Soo, 임용수)

SOUTHEAST ASIA

Vietnam -- Kim Tiên Nguyễn

Indonesia -- Dirga (not decided yet on full name stuff, but I like this name that I saw from erkagaka)

NORTH AMERICA

America -- Alfred F. (Franklin) Jones

Canada -- Matthew Williams

AFRICA

Seychelles -- Angelique Lesperance

MICRONATIONS

Sealand -- Peter Kirkland

Ladonia -- Nils Eriksson

[mega-delicatelysuperbcollector]

"6 natural quick solutions" from magicandbeauty

6 natural quick solutions according to Swiss herbalist Dr. Alfred Vogel

[micmacatelier2]

4DE Opdracht Birds '"Ontwerp een 3D vogel op groot formaat. Aan de hand van verschillende voorstudies creëren de leerlingen een eigen unieke vogel. Met deze vogel gaan ze digitaal aan de slag en ontwerpen ze unieke filmposter voor de bekende film The Bird van Alfred Hitchcock."

[lodecoen-alma]

ALMA voorstellen van Lode 5jun2023

Hieronder twee reeksen voor een mogelijke Alma. Ik heb het altijd moeilijk om een keuze te maken. Ik krijg altijd nieuwe ideeën in een voortschrijdend creatief proces. 's Avonds kan dat al anders zijn dan 's morgens. De eerste reeks is een meer narratieve/illustratieve reeks, genaamd STORYTELLING. De tweede reeks ligt meer in het verlengde van wat we besproken hadden, en die thematiek is bloemen, planten en landschappen (maar dan wel heel eigenzinnig).

En hoe wel ik mijn uiteindelijke keuze van de drie werken nog altijd goed vind 1. Gondwanaland 2. Rainforest 3. Brush Flowers. Toch deze ochtend keek ik naar andere recente werken die ik gemaakt had, en ik vroeg me af of het voor een Alma toch niet beter was om een meer narratief illustratief onderwerp en werk te maken.

Als ik zelf een Alma bekijk, vind ik de leukste daar waar ik zelf een verhaal kan bij bedenken, en waar genoeg op staat om het leuk te vinden om naar te kijken. Daarom de Storytelling reeks. Jij weet uiteraard wat het beste is voor Alma en je publiek. Maar dat stukje 'geluk' dat je wil brengen, iedere maand, kan ook met een meer verhalende approach.

Dus bekijk het even, laat het wat bezinken. ik kijk uit naar je feedback en mogelijke keuze.

Lode

P.S.: En waarom vogels vraag je je misschien wel af? Wel, vogels, net zoals bloemen, maken me happy. Hun gezang, hun kleuren, hun karakter, wonderen van de natuur. Altijd stof om een verhaal rond te bedenken, en niet noodzakelijk "The Birds" van Alfred Hitchcock ;-)

[talbottoarbus]

Gabby Bates Mini Research

Alfred Stieglitz

Analog Photography

4/13/23

As one of the many innovators in Photography, Alfred Stieglitz was central in defining photography as a modern art form. His knowledge and skill with the camera radically changed photography from a mechanical craft to an art medium. Stieglitz's work is a reflection of his efforts to prove to America and the world that photography was a modern visual art.

Born on January 1st, 1864 in Hoboken, New Jersey to German immigrants Edward and Hedwig Steglitz. Alfred’s parents later moved to Manhattan on the upper east side. They made it an effort to enrich their children in education and the arts, as appreciators of the arts themselves. According to Alfred, he had many photographs taken of him, mainly because his mother “took great pleasure in having [him] photographed, [and]show portraits to her friends ”(20). But what most intrigued him was what went down in the darkrooms where he’d see photographers go in to develop the pictures. In 1882 Alfred traveled to Berlin, Germany to study abroad. He initially studied engineering but found the classes un-enriching to his education. He later bought his first camera and enrolled in a Photochemistry course by Dr. Hermann Wilhelm Vogel. There he learned in depth the technicality of photochemistry. His first camera was an 8 x 10 plate film camera with no shutter and required a tripod. The photos taken on this camera were printed on “the smoothest possible platinum” paper imported from England. Later throughout his career, he would use the Folmer & Schwing, Eastman, Kodak, and Reflex cameras. His early photographs as a student were made up of picturesque scenes that were compared to the framework of a painting. The techniques used to craft his photographs were platinum palladium prints. These were chemicals that could expose the chemical painted paper and could be manipulated into tones of black, gray, and brown.

Stieglitz’s style of photography is categorized in the American Modernism Art Movement. From the late 19th century to the mid-20th century, Modernism was an art movement that strived to break away from past/dated forms of expression. The art movement was the rejection of Victorian values and ideals about art. It embraced experimentalism as the final form was from abstractions. There was an emphasis on the materials used and the techniques used to perfect such abstract qualities. The narrative that speaks throughout his art is the intimate relationship he has with nature, and the people he admires. His art is the love and appreciation of the world and the connection humans have with it. He photographed objects and moments that he awed, but others deemed unimportant or ugly –“Recalling those early days, I remember my father coming upon me as I was photographing in the middle of Fifth Avenue. “Alfred, he said to me, “how can you be interested in that hideous building?” “Why, Pa '' I replied, “it is not hideous, but the new America” (45). Stieglitz had a very passionate drive to produce photographs. His methodology consisted of experimentalism and innovation, because his goal was to re-imagine photography and share stories of American life. Art critics of Stieglitz's time like Sadakichi Hartmann, also noted that Stieglitz’s craft “ lies in his bold independence which enabled him to resist all temptations to overstep the limits of photography. He never applied anything but photography "pure and simple" and disdained the assistance of retouching… He realizes that artistic photography, to become powerful and self-subsistent, must rely upon its own resources and not ornament itself with foreign plumes in order to resemble an etching, a charcoal or wash drawing, or the reproduction of an old master”. His methods were often seen as rebellious as he was “told that the camera and its materials had inherent limits, [nonetheless] he defied them” in order to go beyond the standard (9). Another example was “when told that the camera could only be used in daylight. He shut up his camera in a cellar illuminated only by a weak electric light bulb, focused on a dynamo, and made a 24-hour exposure. The resulting negative was a perfect one, effectively refuting the necessity of daylight for photography”(10).

The reason I chose Alfred Stieglitz was because I was drawn to the portraits of famous modernist artist, Georgia O’Keeffe. The book I found in the full collection of photographs was titled –Georgia O'Keeffe: A Portrait by Alfred Stieglitz– which opened up with an introductory summary of Stieglitz’s life and personal accounts by O’Keeffe herself. Stieglitz began photographing O’Keeffe shortly after their relationship began and throughout their marriage. These portraits of O’Keeffe were specifically capturing the most intimate parts of her body that made her an artist. Her hands are a prominent motif that repeats in these portraits as they are positioned as the focal point of the photograph, to the point of obsession. O’Keeffe was Stieglitz’s artistic muse and lover as the two artists inspired the other. Throughout their relationship, Stieglitz captured the contorting dance-like movements in her hands to her focused eyes and nude body. Even O’Keefe mentioned that “his (Stieglitz) idea of a portrait was not just in one picture. His dream was to start with a child at birth and photograph that child in all its activities as it grew to be a person and on throughout its adult life. As a portrait it would be a photographic diary” (O'Keeffe). Stieglitz’s attention to composition and camera angles are what most caught my attention as they are so skillfully intimate and beautiful. 

Work Cited

Bry, Doris, et al. Alfred Stieglitz: Photographer. Boston, Museum of Fine Arts, 1965.

Greenough, Sarah, and Richard Whelan. Stieglitz on Photography: His Selected Essays and Notes. New York City, Aperture, 2000.

Hartmann, Sadakichi. “An Art Critic’s Estimate of Alfred Stieglitz” 1898. The Photography Criticism Cyber Archive: Photography Criticism. https://www.nearbycafe.com/photocriticism/members/archivetexts/photocriticism/hartmann/hartmannstieglitz.html

 Kuiper, Kathleen. "Modernism". Encyclopedia Britannica, 28 Mar. 2023, https://www.britannica.com/art/Modernism-art.

Lesser, Wendy. "Foursome' and 'Alfred Stieglitz' Review: The Intimate Gallerist." The Wall Street Journal, 5 Apr. 2019, Accessed Apr. 9 2023. www.wsj.com/articles/foursome-and-alfred-stieglist-review-the-intimate-gallerist-11554476394.

Norman, Dorothy. Alfred Stieglitz an American Seer. New York City, Aperture, 2016.

Stieglitz, Alfred. The Alfred Stieglitz Collection Archive. Art Institute of Chicago. 

Stieglitz, Alfred. Georgia O'Keeffe: A Portrait by Alfred Stieglitz ; with an Introduction. New York City, Museum, 1978.

[podartists]

Singschwan, Cygnus cygnus | Die Vogel (1913) | Alfred Edmund Brehm (1829-1884) | Biodiversity Heritage Library

[burlveneer-music]

Almut Kühne, Joke Lanz, Alfred Vogel - How Noisy Are The Rooms? - improvising on voice, turntables, and drums, respectively; RIYL Sidsel Endresen (Boomslang Records)

recorded 3rd to 6th Feb 2020 by Alfred Vogel / Little Konzett mixed by Alfred Vogel, mastered by Little Konzett Almut Kühne, vocals Joke Lanz, turntables Alfred Vogel, drums & percussion

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To be or not to be a traitor to the Diamont court

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/dylvVF2 by Anonymous Arthur Kirkland was a half-fae, working a the Court of Diamonds as the Ten of Diamonds. He was charged with preparing the upcoming wedding between the King of Diamonds, Francis Bonnefoy, and the future Queen of Diamonds, Erika Vogel. Unfortunately for him, the invitations given to the King of Spades held the wrong day so now it was up to him to entertain their guest for the next two weeks before the wedding. Surely nothing will happen between them. Aka: Arthur is forced into close proximity with Alfred. Francis may or may not like him. And there is wedding planning in the background too. Words: 3514, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Hetalia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: America (Hetalia), England (Hetalia), France (Hetalia), Portugal (Hetalia) Relationships: America/England (Hetalia), England/France (Hetalia), England & Portugal (Hetalia) Additional Tags: Cardverse (Hetalia), Fluff and Angst, Eventual Smut, Eventual Relationships, Hetalia Countries Using Human Names, How Do I Tag, Onsided FrUK, England Needs Tea (Hetalia), Ten of Diamonds England (Hetalia), King of Spades America (Hetalia), Half-Fae England (Hetalia), Other Additional Tags to Be Added read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/dylvVF2