#Edro

[lifestreampod]

Journey to Edro Begins! 🎧✨ Tales from the Lifestream Episode 1 is LIVE!

Hey Lifestreamers!

We are SO excited to finally launch Tales from the Lifestream! In our very first episode, we're diving deep into the World of Edro. Get ready to explore a brand new fantasy setting, crafted with love and brimming with secrets.

What can you expect in Episode 1?

🎧 Immersive audio storytelling to transport you to Edro

🗺️ Worldbuilding sneak peeks - learn about the lore and landscapes

🧙‍♂️ Mysterious characters to meet...

🏰 Intrigue and adventure awaits!

Whether you're a seasoned #DnD player, a #TTRPG enthusiast, a #Worldbuilding fanatic, or just love a good #fantasy #podcast, we think you'll find something to love in Tales from the Lifestream.

Listen now on YouTube! ➡️ Tales from the Lifestream Episode 1

Let us know what you think in the comments! We can't wait to hear your theories about Edro! And if you enjoy it, please reblog and share the adventure! 💖

[bladeweaver-if]

I chose Callan for my MC’s mentor because I can’t resist the trope of the giant grizzled warrior becoming a Girl Dad by accident 🥹 Their relationship is so sweet. My MC loves Sonia, but I feel like the older she gets the more she grows closer with Sonia vs when she was really little.

(I'm answering more of these because I forgot to initially and also I just like answering them lol, if anybody else has reasoning behind their mentor choice I'd love to hear it)

This is so sweet. I love that people have entire dynamics thought out with the mentors already, I can only hope I do the characters justice in the future!

(And fwiw I do see Callen as the final boss of girl dads too. He looked after a young feral Sonia for a while. Nobody's doing it better than him)

[softsnzstuff]

ACACIUS PLEASE GOD I WOULD VENMO YOU REAL DOLLARS

Thank GOD someone responded about this - I hella wanna write G/ladiator but didn’t know if ppl would care lmao

Anyways here is a little drabble of sick!A/cacius coming back from a battle/raid. Sorry if it’s not great, still figuring out characterization and also I’m high - KB

*~*~*

The sound of horse hooves filled the streets as the chariots paraded through the city. The soldiers all arrived behind that of General Marcus Acacius. He squinted, one hand blocking the sun and the other waving cooly to the people of Rome.

Occasionally between waves, he would stop to rub at his nose. He sniffed thickly and sighed, feeling far worse than what was average for after battle. He was used to coming back sore with scars or bruises, but this was different. His muscles ached and his head felt heavy. He’d been fighting a cough for a few days now and it had finally caught up with him.

As they pulled up to the base of the stairs, he ducked down, stifling a sneeze. He was greeted by the people chanting his name from the streets and the stands as the emperors greeted him.

“There’s our champion!” Emperor Geta announced. “Welcome back, General.”

Acacius nodded, “It was an honor winning this city for the glory of Rome.”

Emperor Caracalla placed an arm around the general, beaming ear to ear. “How was it then? Did they suffer?”

“What is war without sufferi- heh… h’ETschiEW!” He sneezed openly at the ground.

“Bless y-”

“H’ehTSZiew!” The general pitched forward again, spraying the ground.

“Under the weather are we?” Geta asked, voice dripping in accusation.

Caracalla made a face of disgust, removing his arm from around Acacius and wiping it on his robes.

“I’ll be fine.” The older man assured.

“Then there will be a games at the Colosseum in your honor.”

He tried to hide his wince. He was feeling more and more awful by the second and really didn’t feel like spending his evening in the cold watching other men kill each other for sport.

“I require no games. The glory of Rome is all the honor I need.”

***

Later that evening, the general sat down for the games in the company of the emperors.

“ihh’xTCHuh!” He hunched forward into a cupped hand.

“Bless you, dear.” Lucilla rubbed a hand up and down his back, which felt too warm even through the thin material of his robes.

“Thank you.” He mumbled, sniffling wetly as he pinched away the mess at the tip of his nose.

“Are you alright?” She asked, leaning down to meet his eyes.

“I’m fine.”

He coughed into a fist as she cupped his cheek, not liking the warm feeling radiating off him.

He looked up and locked eyes with her, brushing her hand away, “I’ll be okay.”

But as he turned again towards the floor of the colosseum, he frowned. Judging by the persistent tickle in his sinuses and the brutality of the emperors, this was going to be a very long games indeed.

[medys-space]

Sometimes I think how some oc's started and just ask when all these changes happened

[neomachine]

aside from the interesting framing of the 'smaller' film, it took me 0.5 seconds to look on OP's blog and see several GIFs from this film. where do people think they come from lol

[cithaerons]

thr minute tumblr staff decides to sponsor a fandom it becomes so so annoying

[thatgirlellie]

am i a lesbian? yes. does pedro pascal hold a grip on me for no reason whatsoever? also yes.

[elmandolinista]

Peace in Brazil

Paz na terra or Peace on Earth is the title of an exhibition in Jundiaí, a town in the state of São Paulo, located 57 kilometres north of São Paulo. Die Ausstellung präsentiert Werke in zahlreichen Techniken, darunter Gouache, Tusche, Bleistift, Ölpastell, Aquarell, Aquarell, Mischtechniken, Gravur, Fotografie und Collage. Peace Card by Gerald Jatzek (2023) The works are by artists from Spain,…

[trustmy-rage]

whyyy does everytime i go look up a movie i rlly like i only get posts abt one of the actors in it

[ebrofour]

Ebro4 Character Sheet!

Name: _ (Father didn't name it)

Titles: EbroFour.

Nicknames: Ebro, Edro, Euro, Pedro, and any other misspelling of "Ebro"

Age as of 2024: late 50's

Age as of when his story takes place (2005): 40.

Pronouns: HE is HIM. (He/Him)

Sexuality: Heterosexual?

Gender: Male.

Species: Human.

Disorders: Narcissistic personality disorder. (He doesn't believe anything is wrong with him).

Religion: Athiest (Yes, he has met gods and is still an atheist out of spite)

Job: Running his Militia Group. Will take up most job positions to maintain cover.

Lives in: Colorado, America, 2024.

Languages: English and French.

Height: 5'9.

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Accent: He talks casually in an Cockney British accent, however when he's trying to speak in more preachy or rude tone, he speaks with a more Shakespearean British Accent.

Voice Claim: Hoxton from Payday 2/3 for his casual, Victor Saltspyre from Vermintide 2 for when he's being a stuck up jackass.

Strengths: He'll play along with your games if they don't directly hurt him or his plans.

Weaknesses: His ego is the size of Kansas. He won't keep his mouth shut, and frankly he enjoys watching people suffer.

Weapons: He always makes sure to pack a handgun.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral.

Main Hobbies: Cards, horse racing, really any type of gambling.

Favorite Food: Peaches, Wine, and toast.

Favorite Flower: Mimosa pudica.

Scent: Smoke, peaches.

Handedness: Right Handed.

Blood Color: Red.

Birthday: September 1st, 1965

Theme:

Combat Theme:

Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/619ir588dsWsqAfpxIzQT3?si=04f537447f28426a

Fun Facts: The title of "ebro" is simply given to who ever is the leader of the Militia. Only Ebro4's father and son (Ebrothree and Ebrofive) are related to him.

Comfort Objects: The only objects that bring him comfort are substances and a small plush bear.

Family:

Zachary Crest (Father)

Random Runaway (Mother) (Dead)

Bobby Montague. (Son)

Friends: Grat, Daisy Bell, Several other people.

Romance:

Elizabeth Montague (Wife)

Grat ("Ehhh i mean technically I'm french and men do that all the time it doesn't even count if you think about it like-") Enemies: Just about anyone who's every spited him in any way, Specifically Kriston Bell and Radio Bell.

Brief Personality: Egotistical with a capital E. Always has to be either the best or one of the best at whatever he does, if he can't he downplays the achievement. Finds enjoyment out of others failing or feeling bad, which has resulted in him being very alone.

Brief Backstory: He was born because his father wanted somebody fit to run the Militia. No other reason. Zachary hired some random runaway girl to carry the child, and after tying up loose ends raised the child to be a manipulator and a con artist who would do anything to win. This would result in Ebro4 taking control, but after years of neglect and abuse from his father, starting with the fact he wasn't even given a name till his title of Ebrofour, Ebrofour would kill his father and take over. He vowed not to raise his child the same. He would later accidentally kill his wife because neither of them realized back blast on rocket launchers exist, resulting in him losing on of the last few people who actually cared for him. His relationship with his son has been strained too, given the whole being a criminal thing. One day, Ebro4 found a strange looking book outside his estate. Upon opening it up, he was met with confusion. It appeared to be the exact details of his life up to this point. Curious, he wrote in the book...and it comes true. Ebro4 posses the power to re-write reality. As long as he keeps the book of course. He then promptly lost said magically book cause he's a fucking idiot and now craves that power he once held.

[bladeweaver-if]

Im replaying Blade Weaver rn and i got to the part bout Uncle Callum and Aunt Sonia leaving to do their demon fighting work and like I am just imagining the tearful byes. And I remembered this video of a like girl, a toddler, yelling at someone who was leaving "Bye!!!...Bye!! I love you!! Bye!! Love you!!" and would ry to run after them whilst telling them goodbye and etc. and ngl im kinda wondering how they, Cal and Sonia, would react to that or what their thoughts are. kinda angsty ngl lol

It would take absolutely everything Callen has to keep on going after witnessing that. He and Sonia aren't capable of refusing their orders without great consequences, but I think that would make him consider doing so. He would, of course, be an absolute blubbering mess in private afterwards. He hates leaving MC and Sonia. Lots of hugs, assurances that he'll be back soon, promises of gifts in *abundance*.

Sonia would put on a confident front, inwardly super touched by someone telling her they love her, even if it's an over-enthusiastic kid who doesnt know her like others do. She'll take what she can get. It motivates her to do better, to keep going so she can get home to that small source of warmth she carries with her everywhere.

They're both wrecks, really.

(Also, anon who asked this, I forgive you for the misspelling! Callum at least phonetically sounds like Callen 😁)

[softsnzstuff]

Will you write something for Joel from TLOU - Maybe getting sick and catching a cold and being looked after by an OC!? Please please with cherry’s on top! Your writing is amazing 💖💖💖

Hi my friend!! While I don’t think I know enough about the lore to make my own OC, check back with me when S2 drops because I’m SURE I’ll be writing way more of this!!

I did a rewatch of some episodes to try and get this as in character as possible! Apologies in advance it’s so short! ~ KB 🩷

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“Joel… JOEL? Helloooo???”

“What?” The man turned around from the front seat of the truck.

“Are you good? You’ve been spaced the hell out for the last ten minutes.” Ellie asked.

“M’fine. Mind your business.”

“Well staying alive is my business. And I may not know shit about cars but I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to pay attention when driving them.” She quipped.

Joel didn’t answer, but rubbed at his nose and sniffled.

The kid was right, even though there weren’t any other vehicles on the “road” - or what was left of it -, there was plenty of debris. Not to mention the potential for ambush.

He knew he should be alert, but he just felt so off today. His head was foggy and felt like it was full of cement. His entire body was tired, and his nose was so itchy. He hadn’t felt this way in years…. He felt -

“Are you sick??”

“No, I’m - HAESSSH!!”

“Yes you are!! And you sneeze like a fucking dad.”

“Heh’iTSCHiew!! Fuck off!” Joel mumbled from behind the collar of his flannel.

Ellie leaned forward from the backseat and reached out to feel his forehead. She only felt it for a moment before he grouchily swatted her hand away.

“Sheesh you don’t have to be a dick! Let’s just pull over somewhere so you can rest for a bit. If you don’t I’m going to read jokes until you stop.”

Joel grunted seeming to contemplate the choices presented.

“Hey Joel. Listen to this. - A sore throat, a head cold, and the flu walk into a bar, the bartender says - ‘what is this? Some sort of sick joke?’ HAHA it’s perfect for you!!!!”

With Ellie laughing at ‘No Pun Intended: Volume Two’, Joel jerked the steering wheel towards the next available exit to pit stop.

TBC???

[talonabraxas]

"Annon edhellen, edro hi ammen." (Gate of the Elves, open now for me) The Doors of Durin "La Porta Celeste" Talon Abraxas

[eri-pl]

Maedhros pronunciation HC

I feel like I should put a TW on it. No descriptions, but discussion of impact of trauma on one's identity. Abstract and short, but I feel it may resonate.

As far as I know, "ae" in Elvish languages can be pronounced in two ways, both valid: "ai" and sort of "ah-eh" (sorry I can't IPA, I have to describe it in the layman way).

Maedhros comes from mashing together Maitimo and Russandol, so Maitruss -> Maidros -> Maedhros, which gives it the "ai" pronunciation.

However

I'm sure that after the Thrangorodrim, when the name Maitimo (which means more or less "pretty") became trauma-bound* for him, he started insisting that everybody pronounced "Maedhros" as Mah-Edros, with the e as in "bet", not as "ee".

A food for thought, especially "how does he pronounce it if/when reembodied?".

* is this a word? I think it was a word somewhere on YT? Attached to trauma? Triggering?

Edit: Oops, this doesn't work linguistically.

:( :( :(

Hard "mae" is the same meaning as Quenya "mai", just in Sindarin. (based on searching this site)

However.

If we do it the other way around, and Ma-edhros is Sindarized Maitimo+Russandol, the beauty and all.

And later he changes it to Maidhros - pronounciation, because "maidh" = pale and "ross" = rain (that was an early etymology for his name, I think?) and it's a reference to Tears Unnumbered and possibly many other things too.

So again, we have some material for thoughts and feels, but it's the other way around + depends on whether we're in Sindarin context.

TLDR: If I understand anything about linguistics of it, Maidhros pronounciation fits for after trauma (or when you want to show you hate Sindarin?), Ma-edros fits more for pre-trauma or post-healing.

If you want to make the distinction at all.

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Transcription and translation below the cut

Æluin: I got something special for you, i iôn nîn (my son).

Calipsos: What is it, ada ? Tolo nin ! (dad! Tell me!)

Æluin: Edro i chin cîn, Calipsos (Open your eyes)! Your surprise is here…

Néfaria: Calipsos, my little lovely devil!

Calipsos: Nana (Mom)! In your arms!

Calipsos: Nana! Where is the big ugly ork?

Néfaria: Somewhere far, far away, my sweet pea!

Calipsos: Don't be afraid, nana! I’ll protect you from the big ugly ork!

Néfaria: I have the bravest little boy in all of Chalkaos! Æluin: Ci aglareb maethor, Calipsos! (You'll be a glorious warrior, Calipsos!) Calipsos: Mae, ada. Maer vaethathon ! Im rovaer a rhoveleg! (Yes, dad. I'll be a good warrior. The best and greatest)

Calipsos: And one day I will ride the last dragon. Yeah, ain't that right, ada? Æluin: It’s right, my son. Calipsos: Tell me again about the last dragon!

Æluin: My distant ancestors worshipped Sûl, the god of the wind but he betrayed Hervis, the Queen of the gods, who drove him from his own temples where she took his place. A few centuries later, the Grey Elves wanted to resume their old cult but were punished by Hervis who scattered them around the world, condemning them to a lonely and wandering life.

Æluin: Nevertheless, they are endowed with a very great strength coming from Balaur, the sleeping dragon Sûl hid in the bowels of the earth. A legend says that the dragon will free himself from his chains after a thouſand years for the final battle… Calipsos: Is the final battle coming soon, ada?

Æluin: I hope and fear it all at once, my son. You see, the last dragon’s return would mean the end of our wandering. But no one can probe the heart of a queen, especially if this queen is a goddess… Calipsos: Really ? What about mom’s heart? Æluin,laughing: But your mom is a queen, the queen of my heart! Néfaria: You idiot! Calipsos: I wanna be an idiot too… Æluin: Pent i idhren! (Word from the wise)

Néfaria: Ermengarde, take my son to the market and buy him a wooden sword! I need to talk to Lord Elacan. Ermengarde: As you wish, my Lady. Calipsos: And also a wooden dragon! Æluin, laughing: Did you hear that, Ermengarde? And also a wooden dragon… Ermengarde: As you wish, my Lord.

[hygieiapides-the-vulgar]

Again Gandalf approached the wall, and lifting up his arms he spoke in tones of command and rising wrath. Edro, edro! he cried, and struck the rock with his staff. Open, open! he shouted, and followed it with the same command in every language that had ever been spoken in the West of Middle-earth. Then he threw his staff on the ground, and sat down in silence.

===

‘I was wrong after all,’ said Gandalf, ‘and Gimli too. Merry, of all people, was on the right track. The opening word was inscribed on the archway all the time! The translation should have been: Say “ Friend” and enter. I had only to speak the Elvish word for friend and the doors opened. Quite simple. Too simple for a learned lore-master these suspicious days.’

Old people, struggling with tech issues since Gandalf. 🤣