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supersaiyanjedi14 · 2 years ago

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SABEZRA WEEK: Day 4 (Nov 17): Missing You/Reunion

*A military spaceport in Chiss Space is not exactly the most heartwarming venue in the galaxy, but when you finally have the chance to speak to the best friend who has been missing for years, you can be forgiven for not caring*

Sabine wrapped her arms a little tighter around herself as she walked down the corridor. Having been born on a snowy planet, she could typically work through cold, but Csilla was different somehow. Probably had something to do with how colorless everything was here. While she had been surprised to learn that Thrawn was far from representative of the majority of his people, the Chiss were still a spartan people if ever there was one. Sabine was used to being the most colorful thing in the room, but among the grays, blacks and blues of the CEDF outpost they were currently at, she stood out far more than she usually did. The planet was beautiful in its own way, but she would have no complaints about departing the following morning. Of course, there was the more relevant reason for her interest in leaving Csilla, and he was right in front of her.

Ezra had grown in his absence, now peaking above her by a few scant inches that he was all to willing to tease her about. He was garbed in orange and yellow as he had been in his youth, though a thick brown overcoat typically covered his frame these days. On the balcony before her, Sabine saw him talking with two black-clad Chiss officers, who nodded before turning down the corridor Sabine was currently leaving. Though they carried themselves with the stiff posture and crisp walk Sabine had come to expect from their military, their glowing red eyes did not share her erstwhile enemy’s cold ruthlessness. One of them, a young female with the insignia of a lieutenant, even gave her a small smile as she passed. Finally coming up to Ezra, she saw him rubbing his hands together quickly before turning to meet her eyes. His hair had grown out and a short whiskery beard now adorned his chin, but he still had that boyish look about him, the now-slightly faded scars on his cheek notwithstanding. His mouth turned into a smile as she approached.

“We’re all set,” he said with satisfaction. “Ship’s all fueled and I just got done setting up express pass through the checkpoints. We’ll be out of here in no time tomorrow morning.”

“Good,” Sabine breathed with relief. “No offense to our hosts, but I can’t wait to get off this ice cube.”

Ezra smirked. “I’ve been saying that for seven years now.”

“I thought you liked it here?”

“Don’t get me wrong,” Ezra said defensively, “the Chiss are pretty cool, and I’d like to say I’ve done some good here.”

“’Some good’, huh?” asked Sabine. “Is that what you call the little ankle-biters who were beside themselves when you said you were leaving?”

“What can I say? I’m a natural with kids.”

Sabine couldn’t help but laugh at that one. The memory of him bouncing an infant Ithorian on his knee before sequestering him and his mother to safety popped into her head.

Ezra turned to look out over the outpost’s landing platforms. “I’m going to miss being Mr. Bridger, Primary School Teacher. But, yeah,” he said with a mixed sigh of disappointment and contentedness, “it’s time to go back to being Spectre 6. Besides, it sounds like I’ve got a lot of catching up to do. A kid to spoil, a Lasat to harass, a homeworld that’s been put back together. And then there’s this Skywalker fellow who’s apparently a Jedi…”

“We’ll see how long that ‘apparently’ sticks around when you actually meet Luke.”

The two laughed a bit more as they stared out over the landing platform. Looking to her right, she saw Ezra’s smile was as wide as ever, though also twinged with some sadness. “I really did miss a lot, didn’t I?”

Sabine’s own smile faded. Ezra had unknowingly said the exact wrong word for her mood. Years of memories came flooding back to her as she turned her gaze to her hands on the guardrail. Memories of sitting in a derelict comm tower on the Lothal prairie, waiting in vain for a sign of her friend’s whereabouts. Canvas after canvas thrown out as she tried in vain to fill the void with her artwork. Nights where she was kept awake fretting about if he was safe or even alive. Over a year of scouring the galaxy with Ahsoka with one dead end after another turning up. Miss. The word that had summed up over half a decade of her life already.

She was brought out of her musings by a hand on her shoulder. She did not shake him off, but did not look at him either.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she lied. She mentally cursed herself for trying to pass it off like that.

Ezra was entirely unconvinced. “You know, even if I couldn’t sense what your feelings through the Force, I could tell something’s bothering you.”

Sabine gave a humorless laugh. “You know me that well, huh?”

“Always have,” he was firm but gentle, a sincerity unmatched in the whole galaxy. Bowing her head slightly and closing her eyes, Sabine relented.

“All these years,” she said softly, “nobody knew where you were…what you were doing…if you were even alive. Some nights I stayed up fearing the worst. That something had happened to you and nobody would ever know. That I’d never see you again. And now, after all this time, we finally find you, alive and healthy, even happy. It’s like…” she stopped for a moment, blinking a hint of moisture from her eyes. “It’s almost like you’re back from the dead. Everything I could have wanted but wasn’t expecting.”

Sabine finally turned to look at Ezra. His own smile had disappeared as well, his face holding the remnants of worry and traces of relief. Sabine reached up to cover Ezra’s hand, still on her shoulder, before meeting his eyes.

Ezra let out a breath. “You know I hate making people worry. Just letting you know, I don’t plan on letting you feel that way again.”

Sabine’s smile returned. “Good,” she said as she turned to face him properly. “It was bad enough the first time.” With that, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him, as tight as she possibly could. Ezra twitched a little at the embrace, but he quickly melted into it and cocooned Sabine in his own arms, their chins resting on each other’s shoulders.

“I missed you,” she breathed, “so much.”

“I missed you, too.”

They stayed like that for what felt like hours. The chill of Csilla remained unchanged, but within the warm embrace Sabine and Ezra shared, it might as well have been a balmy day in a Lothal spring.

#star wars #star wars rebels #ezra bridger #sabine wren #sabezra #sabezraweek2022 #this one partially inspired by the lion king #fanfic

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startrekwintergiftexchange · 2 years ago

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A Recipe for You and Me

Gift for @enbygesserit from @vaporwave-manatees!

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Ziyal walked calmly down the promenade, avoiding eye contact with the ease of much practice. On Dozaria it had kept her out of trouble with the Breen (though of course their actual eyes were never visible) who would often reward a sullen or insolent look with a blow. On Cardassia it spared her some of the open disgust, the anger, the outrage her very existence brought no matter where she went. On her fathers ship, then Deep Space 9, she'd had a small lull, a peaceful window of time she could be more friendly and open, and expect at least some of the same in return. Now however, with the station reclaimed by the Cardassians and their Dominion "allies", her habit had returned full force. Better than seeing the cruel sneers, insincere smiles, or the tired and anxious faces around her.

"Ziyal!"

Well, mostly full force.

Major Kira strode briskly towards her, grinning warmly, and she couldn't help but grin back, at the only person she could always rely on to look at her with honesty, and kindness, and as her own, whole person, despite everything.

"Major." She curtsied slightly, enjoying the eye-roll she received for her put-on formality. "Having a good day?"

"Ugh, not until now, but let's not talk about it shall we?" Kira linked their arms gently and continued their walk down the hall, past the Bajoran temple doors. "I wanted to ask how your project was going?"

"Oh well...." Ziyal blushed, "I'm not sure, I haven't tried any yet."

Kira looked surprised. "But sampling the brine is the best way to track how the fermentation is going! What variety are you using?"

"Lotha province peppers. Vedek Nane gave some to me, he swore they're the spiciest peppers on all Bajor."

Kira rolled her eyes dramatically. "Sure he did, just like every other Bajoran will say that grows their own peppers."

"Would you like to come and taste some? We could make some hasperat, maybe I could show you my new drawings."

"That sounds like just what I need, first though Odo wanted to let me know-" Kira stopped abruptly mid-sentence, staring ahead, then swung them to the side neatly, into the door of Quarks. "Y'know what? It can wait, actually. How about we go this way, I just want to....check something."

"Of course". Ziyal nodded along, pretending that she hadn't also noticed her father standing further down the promenade, deep in conversation with the Vorta, just before their sudden detour. She knew perfectly well that Kira didn't want to interact with him, and unusually, she didn't particularly want to greet him right now either. Even more unusually, she didn't feel particularly ashamed about that.

They took their odd detour as if it was the most natural thing to do, looping up and back around along the second level then taking a lift to Ziyals quarters.

"I've been peeking in once and a while, trying to keep track of the number of bubbles." Ziyal ran to the back corner of her room, drawing the metal pot she'd replicated out of the darkest corner she'd been able to find. "I think I'm supposed to keep it cooler, but I'm not sure. Nane's instructions were kind of....vague. Plus, I don't want to lower the temperature of my room too much, since the rest of the station is already so......chilly......" She trailed off, nervous about the critical gaze Kira was sporting now. She knelt beside the pot, lifting the lid and giving the mix a tentative sniff.

"Hm...."

This moment suddenly felt nerve-wracking, like her first steps onto Cardassia with her father, her first days on the station, the first review of her art. The idea of Kira finding it lacking, finding her lacking suddenly choked her breath, and she folded her hands to prevent them trembling.

"Don't tell me, has my first hasperat experiment gone terribly wrong?" She tried to make the question humorous, light. She wasn't sure if she succeeded.

Kira finally looked over at her, and her small frown smoothed. She chuckled. "Well, about as well as most first hasperat experiments go." She leaned in closer. "It's okay, the one and only time I tried to make it alone my father banned me from touching his peppers for at least a few months."

She stood with a soft groan, then sat down on the couch. "First off, you need a real brining pot, clay instead of metal. You can use mine, I barely use it; not enough time to spare. You're right, the temperature here is too high, but there's a cooling unit you can replicate that you can place in the corner so you don't have to keep the whole room like a cold cellar. I can send you the specifications. You didn't use up all the peppers right?"

Ziyal joined her on the couch, relief washing through her like a wave. "Only about half, Nane gave me a lot, maybe he knew there would be some stumbles."

Kira nodded approvingly. "Alright, I can also give you some Dahkur province peppers too. Now, I'm not going to claim they're the spiciest on Bajor, but they have a crunch and sweetness I would say can't be beat. And I prefer a hasperat with some depth of flavour, not just spiciness alone."

Ziyal quickly picked up a nearby PADD, beginning to jot down notes. "Alright. How often should I taste test it? Should I slice the peppers, or crush them? Boil, or just simmer first? What ratio of salt and water do you use for the brine? Are there any-"

"Slow down! One at a time!" Kira laughed, sliding closer to bump their shoulders. "A Lot of that is up to you, but let's start at the beginning and make sure you've got all the basics....."

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"Mm".

Ziyal waited patiently, watching Kira's gaze shift back and forth, the hasperat roll still poised neatly between her lips.

"Better." She met Ziyals eyes and gave her a quick, warm smile, eyes shining a little more than they had on her last taste-test. "But, if you want this hasperat to really make my eyes water, I'd say the brine needs to simmer a few more hours at a lower temperature, then rest a day or two more at a lower temperature."

"How about the saltiness? I could add a bit more if you think it would bring out the flavour."

Kira shrugged. "It's really up to you, as long as you love the taste it doesn't have to be perfect."

Ziyal nibbled her hasperat, then looked up timidly "But, I could make it perfect, just like you like it, if maybe....you could tell me how your family would make it."

Kira's expression tightened, mood shifting perceptibly. Ziyals heart sank, fearing she'd said too much, an overstep.

It happened often, less with Kira, but more with other Bajorans she'd attempt to associate with. Things would be going so smoothly, conversations would flow, walls would begin to come down. Then she'd stumble on some inevitable landmine; a remark or expression or even movement which reminded them she was different. Then the walls would come back up, the distance, the cool, guarded politeness.

But Kira's expression lightened, and she reached past her to the clay vessel, settling its lid back in place and caressing it softly.

"Typically....well, they say there's one hasperat recipe for every family on Bajor. Sometimes even two. You can be taught the basics, but from there you're supposed to figure it out yourself."

Ziyal nodded, tried to take the advice as heartfelt, but the attempt battled inside her with a sudden surge of bitterness. She pushed the pot back into the cooling unit with a clatter, perhaps a bit more roughly than necessary, then sank down on her couch, looking out the port to the silky dark of space. "Well, until now I never even got the basics. Let alone my family recipe."

Kira folded her arms, looking gravely at Ziyal then out the port along with her. They spent a long moment together like that. Kira sighed. "You know, I-"

The door suddenly swept open with a loud hiss, then-

"Major! What a pleasant surprise!"

Ziyal leapt back up, her heart dropping in sudden dread and embarrassment. They both abruptly turned towards the door as Dukat waltzed in. He bared his teeth in his way which missed friendly, but didn't quite reach threatening, and Kira's gaze hardened into the typical professional mask she used in front of him.

"Dukat. I thought there was a reception for that new Cardassian envoy tonight?"

"Oh yes, yes, it's going just splendidly, though of course we miss your charming presence. But I was in the area for a moment and thought I'd just drop in to see how my darling daughter was doing tonight." He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head, though the tender gesture didn't relax and cheer Ziyal like it usually had. "I hear you two have a little culinary project in the works, how is it coming along?"

"It's going well father" Ziyal was desperate to smooth the growing tension, trying to think of some way, any way to move the conversation along, get him to leave. "Kira said the hasperat brine I've made is getting better and better."

"Is it now?" He walked over to the cooling unit, pulling the brine pot out.

"She's right" Kira spoke cheerfully, and suddenly, strangely, her tension was gone, and she smiled at Dukat in a sweet, disarming way. "Her blend of peppers creates a wonderful balance of flavour. I'd say her recipe so far rivals the hasperat of many of the fine cooks on Bajor."

"I see!" Dukat seemed surprised by her newfound easy spirits, pressing a hand to the table and leaning in towards her as she came over and lifted the lid back off the pot. "Well, with a teacher such as yourself I'm not surprised." He smirked. "Though frankly, I think her time could be spent on other, more worthwhile endeavours." He looked over at Ziyal in the indulgent way which she knew was meant to be loving, yet somehow still made her feel like a silly child. "I mean, what's the use of spending so much time on something any replicator could make in moments?"

"Oh, but Dukat" Kira looked up at him with wide, coy eyes, as she dipped the ladle down into the brine. "Everyone knows that a replicated hasperat can never hold a candle to the real thing" she sipped it, humming in delight, "Though, as I told her, it isn't really spicy enough yet." She held the ladle out towards him, smiling serenely, "Would you care to try some?"

Dukat gave the spoon a calculating look, then Kira. Her pleasant expression never wavered. He smirked then leaned forward, holding the eye contact, drank the spoonful and rose back up to his full height.

"Hmmmm" Dukat smirked, swallowing. "Yes delight...ful". He swallowed again. Blinked. The smirk twitched, and he seemed to be trying not to cough. Or maybe cry. "Yes, haha. Not quite..... As spicy..... As...... It could be, to be sure." He smiled again, though not with the same enthusiasm as before.

Kira's smile widened, by all appearances delighted. "Oh, I'm glad you like it. Would care for some more?"

"No, no, I - ahem." He lurched toward the door, now blinking up towards the ceiling in a rapid, peculiar way, eyes shining. "While I appreciate the offer, I'm afraid I have some more....things to attend to, just wanted to drop by for a moment. In any case, enjoy your evening ladies." The hiss of the door nearly cut his final words off as he practically lurched back out into the hallway.

There was a beat of silence.

"Thank the prophets, finally" Kira muttered, leaning her hands against the table as she breathed a huff of relief.

"I'm sorry" Ziyal said softly, sitting back down on the couch.

"It's fine Ziyal. Just my luck he'd pop in." Kira pinched her nose bridge, then slid her palm against her forehead, as if trying to grind the encounter out of her memory. "It figures, it's like he's got a sixth sense for finding, then bothering me."

"No. It was me, I'm sorry. I told him you'd be here." Ziyal whispered. She couldn't look up, seeing Kira turn to her slowly. She swallowed around the lump forming in her throat, trying to make sure her voice didn't wobble. "He wanted me to attend that reception tonight, but we had planned this and I.... I couldn't find another excuse quick enough. I swear, I - I asked him not to come, I told him it was nothing, just a project for the two of us, and he, he p-promised me, he said he wouldn't-"

"Hey, hey" Kira knelt before her, taking her hand and shushing her gently. She chuffed Ziyals hand between hers, tilting her head until finally Ziyal lifted her head back up and met her gaze. "I understand. Trust me, I do." She slid up to sit next to Ziyal, still holding her hand, as finally Ziyal let the tears begin to fall.

Kira lifted one hand to her shoulder, and they sat close, saying nothing, as Ziyal let all her weariness and frustration, her anger and hurt, overwhelm and crash through her. Eventually the tears stopped, leaving her tired and a little ashamed, but feeling better than she had in ages.

"Better?" Kira asked softly.

"Yes" she tried to turn away, chuckling weakly. "How embarrassing. Father says showing such weakness is never wise, just puts you at a disadvantage."

Kira scowled. "He would say that, wouldn't he."

"It's true, isn't it? You're always so strong, I wish I could be like that."

Kira smiled, sort of. "I'm not…I used to think that was strength. Never drop your guard, never stop to let anything catch up to you" her face became pensive. "Now though…. I think strength should be facing the emotions, feeling them, and letting them change you for the better."

Kira leaned back, thumping her head against the couch back. "And, saying that…… I was going to tell you earlier, I…." Her voice wobbled briefly, eyes shining again from something different than the hasperat. "When you asked me for my family recipe, I, I made excuses, I lied, because honestly? I don't even remember my family's recipe." Her eyebrows pinched together, as if in pain. "My father, I remember him trying to teach me, showing me how, but I wasn't interested, too busy playing rebellion, then tagging along with the resistance, and finally fighting. I wish….. I should've…." She sighed, shaking her head. "Just another thing lost, I suppose, but… I remember the flavour, like a ghost, a memory of a memory. And no matter whose hasperat I try, it's never right. But…. I have no way of making it right."

They sat in silence again for a moment, then Kira sighed, smiling softly and turning to Ziyal.

"How about that? Embarrassing?"

Ziyal shook her head, hard. "No. Not at all. I…. I would never have thought you and I would be the same, like that. Thank you for telling me."

"Of course" and there it was, her real smile, the warm smile, eyes and teeth and her hand clasping Ziyals.

Kira stood, and stretched. "We'd better put that brine away, and I'd better go to bed. Another busy day tomorrow."

Ziyal joined her walking over to the pot, taking one last look then replacing the lid. "Kira…. we could make our own recipe" she put the pot away carefully, then turned to her with a smile "It won't be the same, but it could be something…good, something special. A recipe just for you and me."

For a moment Kira looked amazed, then pulled Ziyal into a fierce hug. "I would like that….very much". Her voice wobbled again, just briefly. Then she chuckled. "I could even teach you how to make Hasperat Soufflé".

Ziyal nodded eagerly. "Is it quite difficult?"

"It can be a challenge, but I think you'd be up to it, and the flavour, oh. It's worth all the effort. I have a friend in Ikreimi who could grind us some real katterpod for flour, the soufflé never fluffs up right with other kinds. He'd probably even let us visit and use his clay ovens, maybe then we could also go see…

*Fin*

(I took some liberties here with how the brine for hasperat is made, since I couldn't find anything specific on the subject anywhere. This takes place sometime between Sons & Daughters and Sacrifice of Angels, and essentially blossomed from my question to myself: "What if it was Kira who taught Ziyal how to make that Hasperat soufflé?" And then I decided to just write something not even exactly about that haha)

#enbygesserit #vaporwave-manatees #ds9 #kira nerys #tora ziyal #fanfic

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simvanie · 2 years ago

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7 Sins Legacy - generation 2

Today on the planning: the movie Tournament of Honor

What I imagine the conversation between the movie director and the hair and makeup artist for Luxor’s look went like:

Director: Do you know Don Lotha- Hair and makeup artist: Say no more.

Oh- he also is a proper four star celebrity now because he did so well in this movie.

#the sims 4 #ts4 #the sims 4 gameplay #ts4 gameplay #the sims 4 legacy #ts4 legacy #7sinslegacy #gen2 lust #luxor

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tyrannicaltarantula · 2 years ago

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Lotha Longtail

My dnd character Lotha. She's a big dragonborn who likes to smash things with a giant hammer. Also she has a tail because I said so, shut up.

#Dungeons and Dragons #Dnd #D&D #OC #Dragonborn #Barbarian

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yeli-renrong · 2 years ago

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Does Sangtam /tʙ̥/ correspond to Jejara /pf/? Barkman 2014 has /pfɯ/ 'plate', which looks plausibly cognate with Sangtam /tʙ̥ʰʌ́/. (There seems to be a fortis-lenis distinction realized as aspirated/unaspirated in plosives and voiced/voiceless in affricates, so the absence of aspiration isn't a problem.)

But there's also /pʰjapʰja/ 'flat', maybe related to Sangtam /tʙ̥ʰák/. Jejara doesn't permit coda consonants, but the aspiration is a problem - Yimchungrü and Lotha don't seem to show aspiration in this word.

Obviously there's not enough data to demonstrate anything conclusively, but given the general areal trend of labiodentalization before /ɯ/ (probably < *v̩), 'flat' seems preferable to 'plate' as a cognate set.

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444names · 4 months ago

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Names generated from American and French forenames, including the letter "L"

Alben Alber Alberiquel Aleenna Aleenny Aletsy Alfrew Alietsyllie Alilia Aliverry Allew Alpha Alphari Alphenaline Alucie Aluzabra Aléane Alémic Ammillio Aneline Anklia Anuel Arieli Arlaudy Arlio Audeli Auliste

Beclaudon Belenée Belince Belly Bentinel Berley Bertale Bettelick Beuline Bilia Billiquet Bininanklie Blane Blanton Blavel Brall Braquelody Braularjoel Brenelph Bricel Briniquelis Briole Brold Brolle Calia Casoliert Chald Chale Chaël Chearl Cheliane Cheliela Chelip Chlexandie Chola Chrily Clanie Clanna Claurtany Claurtia Cliandal Clindoregh Cline Clivan Cléanne Clémikarle Clémirgin Clémy Cobela Colan Colaulille Colereily Colla Colodyssa Colyd Corarl Cormell Couil Daimeloé Daline Dalla Danloris Darislivain Deathelicki Delienthier Delisa Dieule Dineigillen Dolga Dolilly Domillen Dwild Dwiscalbell Editholay Eilla Elencyris Eline Elinet Eliva Ellyne Elmarce Elorry Elsabla Elsilla Elvick Emablanine Emilbeu Ergela Erilly Erryl Esandyl Ettalton Etthal Eulier Fabitarl Fablaula Faelie Faeloren Fancel Felio Flonnie Florie Florineen Flormatrine Flory Flosette Flougelia Flough Flougue Floémica Fradlean Framélouild Gallynez Gargilly Gartley Gaylen Gelle Gelsald Geredel Gertlen Ghalie Gillexin Glaitne Glaroloy Glory Grethole Gréline Guanarlett Gélicecla Haleodnaly Haliandone Harloy Hecléandy Helberlone Helle Hellyne Helphithyl Heriele Hernel Holaulie Holdan Hophelie Hughile Hughilles Hugle Irlivia Jamelie Jandril Jankli Janklia Janpaul Jantholynny Jargethlen Jaylan Jeale Jealian Jeankline Jeanlose Jerreilie Jesliecia Jessablane Jilbaph Jilla Jilyn Jilyne Jimelilyde Joelia Joelley Joelordarvé Johaëllin Josemmarl Joycelen Joëll Joëllandia Julanne Julard Julaur Julen Julic Julieulie Julille Juline Juliolyd Julisel Julivicto Junoly Jussald Karlen Karoycel Kathild Kaëllean Kaëllie Kelaudenn Kelen Kelio Kelip Kelis Kelle Kelma Kencel Kenethelly Kevald Krild Krilinez Krylea Ladard Ladran Landa Landy Lanel Lanne Lanoît Larce Lasmira Laudylvier Laula Lawna Laytoineine Leance Leill Leillassie Lencel Lencencey Lennicie Lentonny Lenée Leorett Leregay Lette Lettendie Lexavic Lical Lielleory Lieris Lieve Linie Liquel Liscoly Lisephil Listy Llaure Lleline Llestineine Loisamotti Loisonesa Lolgal Lorafaberry Loran Lordonie Loryl Lotha Lothalman Lottenzo Louila Lucel Luces Lucian Lucierne Lucila Lucild Lucildren Lucis Ludia Ludoresty Luisèlerray Luperek Lynniffel Lystaliquel Lémie L��rèseanda Mabillacque Magginnela Mamical Mandrald Maniceline Marisèle Marlauré Marlex Marmarle Marnol Marshaëlla Maryleanic Marylenris Maxisale Maxisyle Mellen Melline Melphammy Melsirgin Melsony Melviole Melyne Micoli Millance Mille Millene Millie Mohaël Monicedwild Morgelie Myrookel Mélia Mélie Méline Mélissie Mélivallene Mélizaber Mélora Mélène Nallaude Nathlen Neilyn Nièles Nolle Nollyne Océlivine Olayl Oldebbinie Olgarce Ophelle Oredelle Osephilisty Paldrie Palene Palerranien Palvance Pamélie Paudelice Paulandsan Paule Paulie Paulifra Paulivie Phell Phill Phillistie Prilizan Ralbery Ralvina Ranmillex Rarle Raylvie Redwarlodie Rielly Rieulie Robela Rodolend Roldienney Roldiennick Rolgane Rolie Rollee Rollistiney Rorisadelle Roscalbette Régill Régioline Rélia Rélis Salexan Salie Samuelly Shargaël Sheilline Shele Shlorance Simoryl Sonalyn Sophille Stellive Steveryl Stitalbera Suelle Sylaudebby Sébarnaline Sévettylvie Talene Talice Tallex Taluderedne Tamergesil Telorgen Thathewille Tondel Tophelin Trissiely Valew Valexis Vallettaco Velas Velin Vergarley Vichelie Vicillip Walianicia Wallad Walucillen Warceclie Waricelia Waristel Warlee Waromarlyn Waylvirethy Weslie Wilah Wilist Yollacy Yollette Éliermarine Élina Élique Éloineen Élèneil Éraline Évelillyn Éveracquel Éverlyne

#444 names #444names

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arachling2 · 9 months ago

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you weren't speaking lightly when you said you needed help.

@lolthswear

Normally, such a quip would've elicited a rough chortle from his throat, her quick wit & the way it lashed through the air like an invisible whip were just one of a multitude of reasons why she captivated him so. But he could not find it in himself to indulge in mirth. He'd never known so much humility until then, when his knees graced the earth & he pressed his conflicted face into the comforting softness of her stomach.

It was like an animal seeking shelter from the storm. Here, in her embrace, it was almost as if the worlds troubles could not reach him. Kept at bay, by the nimble fingers combing through his hair & the hand that brushed the unrest from his cheek.

❛ Qualla. ❜ He muttered into the silk of her gown. ❛ Qualla, ussta lotha ssinssrigg. ❜

#ˊ 🕸️ ﹙ 𝘪𝘯𝘣𝘰𝘹 ﹚ ﹐#* she is legally obligated to accept

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brookston · 1 year ago

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Holidays 11.7

Holidays

American Choral Society Day

Ben Ali Commemoration Day (Tunisia)

Commemoration Day (Tunisia)

Day of Accord and Reconciliation (Russia)

Day of the Hungarian Opera (Hungary)

Days of History and Memory (Kyrgyzstan)

Dunce Day

Employee Brotherhood Day (SpongeBob Squarepants)

European Radon Day

Gastrointestinal Day (Germany)

Good Tummy Day (Japan)

Hug a Bear Day

Hungarian Opera Day (Hungary)

International Day of Medical Physics

International Inuit Day

Little League Girls Day

Magazine Day

Medical Science Liaison Awareness and Appreciation Day

Melbourne Cup Day (Victoria, Australia)

Meteorite Day

National Bassist Day

National Cancer Awareness Day (India)

National Canine Lymphoma Awareness Day

National Day for the Victims of Communism

National Day in Northern Catalonia (France)

National Day of Remembrance for Ka Otis (Philippines)

National Food Fortification Day (Philippines)

National Inuit Day (Canada)

National Keith Day

National Lori Day

National Programmatic Advertising Day

National Railway Day (Canada)

National Retinol Day

National Revolution and Solidarity Day (Bangladesh)

Notary Public Day

Red Cup Day

Republican Elephant Day

Social Revolution Day (Kyrgyzstan)

Stay Away from Anyone Named Honest John Day

Treaty of the Pyrenees Day (Northern Catalonia, France)

Victims of Communism Day (Florida, Missouri)

Watercress Day (French Republic)

World Cancer Awareness Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Chocolate Mud Cake Day (Sweden)

International Merlot Day

Martini Day

National Bittersweet Chocolate with Almonds Day

National Kumquat Day

1st Tuesday in November

Election Day (US) [1st Tuesday after 1st Monday]

International Skeptics Day [1st Tuesday after 1st Monday]

Independence Days

October Revolution Day (Belarus, Kyrgyzstan, Transdniestria, former U.S.S.R.)

Feast Days

All Dominican Saints and Blesseds (Christian)

Bartholomäus Ziegenbalg (Lutheran)

Billy the Grownup (Muppetism)

Birth of Baháʼu'lláh (Baha'i) [2 Muharram]

Charles Baudelaire Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Engelbert II of Berg (Christian; Saint)

Feast of Blessed John Duns Scotus (The Subtle Doctor)

Feast of Stolen Fire

Festivals of the Twin Birthdays, Day 2 (Baha'i)

Florentius (Christian; Saint)

Francisco Zurbarán (Artology)

Herculanus of Perugia (Christian; Saint)

Jan Matulka (Artology)

John Christian Frederick Heyer (Lutheran)

John Duns Scotus (Christian; Blessed)

Ludwig Ingwer Nommensen (Lutheran)

Paul Peel (Artology)

Philippe de Comines (Positivist; Saint)

Prosdocimus (Christian; Saint)

Tentacle Day (Pastafarian)

Tiamat’s Day (Pagan)

Tokhu Emong (Lotha Nada people of India)

Vicente Liem de la Paz (Christian; One of Vietnamese Martyrs)

Werenfrid (Christian; Saint)

Willibrord (Christian; Saint)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Prime Number Day: 311 [64 of 72]

Tomobiki (友引 Japan) [Good luck all day, except at noon.]

Umu Limnu (Evil Day; Babylonian Calendar; 51 of 60)

Premieres

Aerial, by Kate Bush (Album; 2005)

Alice In Chains, by Alice In Chains (Album; 1995)

Big Hero 6 (Animated Film; 2014)

Buck Rogers in the 25th Century (Radio Series; 1932)

…But Seriously, Phil Collins (Album; 1989)

The Divine Miss M, by Bette Midler (Album; 1972)

Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?, by Chicago (Song; 1970)

Don’t Look Now (WB MM Cartoon; 1936)

Elf (Film; 2003)

Feast (Disney Cartoon; 2014)

Fifty Cents Lost or Get That Half Back (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S3, Ep. 123; 1961)

Green, by R.E.M. (Album; 1988)

Hogfather, by Terry Pratchet (Novel; 1996) [Discworld #20]

It’s a Mad Mad Mad Mad World (Film; 1963)

Job, by Joseph Roth (Novel; 1930)

Love Actually (Film; 2003)

Madagascar: Escape 2 Africa (Animated Film; 2008)

Martha & Snoop’s Potluck Dinner Party (TV Series; 2016)

Mater and the Ghostlight (Pixar Cartoon; 2006)

The Midnight Line, 22nd Jack Reacher book, by Lee Child (Novel; 2017)

Miss Fritter’s Racing Skool (Pixar Cartoon; 2017)

Mister Magoo (Animated TV Series; 1960)

Raising Steam, by Terry Pratchet (Novel; 2013) [Discworld #40]

Role Models (Film; 2008)

The Rose (Film; 1979)

The Scheme Misfires of You Can Planet Better Than That (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S3, Ep. 124; 1961)

Sid and Nancy (Film; 1986)

Something Wild (Film; 1986)

A Son Unique, by Wu-Tang Clan (Album; 2006)

Starship Troopers (Film; 1997)

Studio One (Radio Series; 1948)

Ten Hail Marys & Ten How’s Your Fathers, by Elvis Costello (Album; 1980)

The Theory of Everything (Film; 2014)

Ummagumma, by Pink Floyd (Album; 1969)

Uncle Vanya, by Anton Chekov (Play; 1899)

Whole Lotta Love, by Led Zeppelin (Song; 1969)

Winter’s Heart, by Robert Jordan (Novel; 2000) [Wheel of Time #9]

Today’s Name Days

Engelbert (Austria)

Anđelko, Baldo, Florencije, Zdenka (Croatia)

Saskie (Czech Republic)

Engelbrecht (Denmark)

Kiira, Kiiri, Kirke (Estonia)

Erin, Taisto (Finland)

Carine (France)

Engelbert, Carina, Willbir, Tina (Germany)

Athinodoros, Ernest, Theagenis, Themelios (Greece)

Rezső (Hungary)

Ernesto, Prosdocimo (Italy)

Helma, Lotars (Latvia)

Ernestas, Gotautė, Karina, Sirtautas (Lithuania)

Ingebrigt, Ingelin (Norway)

Achilles, Antoni, Engelbert, Florentyn, Melchior, Przemił (Poland)

René (Slovakia)

Carina, Ernesto (Spain)

Ingegerd, Ingela (Sweden)

Engelbert, Graham, Hollis, Holm, Holmes, Holt (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 311 of 2024; 54 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 2 of week 45 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Ngetal (Reed) [Day 8 of 28]

Chinese: Month 9 (Ten-Xu), Day 24 (Ji-Si)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 23 Heshvan 5784

Islamic: 23 Rabi II 1445

J Cal: 11 Mir; Foursday [11 of 30]

Julian: 25 October 2023

Moon: 29%: Waning Crescent

Positivist: 3 Frederic (12th Month) [Philippe de Comines]

Runic Half Month: Hagal (Hailstone) [Day 12 of 15]

Season: Autumn (Day 45 of 89)

Zodiac: Scorpio (Day 15 of 29)

#calendar #Holidays

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Holidays

American Choral Society Day

Ben Ali Commemoration Day (Tunisia)

Commemoration Day (Tunisia)

Day of Accord and Reconciliation (Russia)

Day of the Hungarian Opera (Hungary)

Days of History and Memory (Kyrgyzstan)

Dunce Day

Employee Brotherhood Day (SpongeBob Squarepants)

European Radon Day

Gastrointestinal Day (Germany)

Good Tummy Day (Japan)

Hug a Bear Day

Hungarian Opera Day (Hungary)

International Day of Medical Physics

International Inuit Day

Little League Girls Day

Magazine Day

Medical Science Liaison Awareness and Appreciation Day

Melbourne Cup Day (Victoria, Australia)

Meteorite Day

National Bassist Day

National Cancer Awareness Day (India)

National Canine Lymphoma Awareness Day

National Day for the Victims of Communism

National Day in Northern Catalonia (France)

National Day of Remembrance for Ka Otis (Philippines)

National Food Fortification Day (Philippines)

National Inuit Day (Canada)

National Keith Day

National Lori Day

National Programmatic Advertising Day

National Railway Day (Canada)

National Retinol Day

National Revolution and Solidarity Day (Bangladesh)

Notary Public Day

Red Cup Day

Republican Elephant Day

Social Revolution Day (Kyrgyzstan)

Stay Away from Anyone Named Honest John Day

Treaty of the Pyrenees Day (Northern Catalonia, France)

Victims of Communism Day (Florida, Missouri)

Watercress Day (French Republic)

World Cancer Awareness Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Chocolate Mud Cake Day (Sweden)

International Merlot Day

Martini Day

National Bittersweet Chocolate with Almonds Day

National Kumquat Day

1st Tuesday in November

Election Day (US) [1st Tuesday after 1st Monday]

International Skeptics Day [1st Tuesday after 1st Monday]

Independence Days

October Revolution Day (Belarus, Kyrgyzstan, Transdniestria, former U.S.S.R.)

Feast Days

All Dominican Saints and Blesseds (Christian)

Bartholomäus Ziegenbalg (Lutheran)

Billy the Grownup (Muppetism)

Birth of Baháʼu'lláh (Baha'i) [2 Muharram]

Charles Baudelaire Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Engelbert II of Berg (Christian; Saint)

Feast of Blessed John Duns Scotus (The Subtle Doctor)

Feast of Stolen Fire

Festivals of the Twin Birthdays, Day 2 (Baha'i)

Florentius (Christian; Saint)

Francisco Zurbarán (Artology)

Herculanus of Perugia (Christian; Saint)

Jan Matulka (Artology)

John Christian Frederick Heyer (Lutheran)

John Duns Scotus (Christian; Blessed)

Ludwig Ingwer Nommensen (Lutheran)

Paul Peel (Artology)

Philippe de Comines (Positivist; Saint)

Prosdocimus (Christian; Saint)

Tentacle Day (Pastafarian)

Tiamat’s Day (Pagan)

Tokhu Emong (Lotha Nada people of India)

Vicente Liem de la Paz (Christian; One of Vietnamese Martyrs)

Werenfrid (Christian; Saint)

Willibrord (Christian; Saint)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Prime Number Day: 311 [64 of 72]

Tomobiki (友引 Japan) [Good luck all day, except at noon.]

Umu Limnu (Evil Day; Babylonian Calendar; 51 of 60)

Premieres

Aerial, by Kate Bush (Album; 2005)

Alice In Chains, by Alice In Chains (Album; 1995)

Big Hero 6 (Animated Film; 2014)

Buck Rogers in the 25th Century (Radio Series; 1932)

…But Seriously, Phil Collins (Album; 1989)

The Divine Miss M, by Bette Midler (Album; 1972)

Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?, by Chicago (Song; 1970)

Don’t Look Now (WB MM Cartoon; 1936)

Elf (Film; 2003)

Feast (Disney Cartoon; 2014)

Fifty Cents Lost or Get That Half Back (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S3, Ep. 123; 1961)

Green, by R.E.M. (Album; 1988)

Hogfather, by Terry Pratchet (Novel; 1996) [Discworld #20]

It’s a Mad Mad Mad Mad World (Film; 1963)

Job, by Joseph Roth (Novel; 1930)

Love Actually (Film; 2003)

Madagascar: Escape 2 Africa (Animated Film; 2008)

Martha & Snoop’s Potluck Dinner Party (TV Series; 2016)

Mater and the Ghostlight (Pixar Cartoon; 2006)

The Midnight Line, 22nd Jack Reacher book, by Lee Child (Novel; 2017)

Miss Fritter’s Racing Skool (Pixar Cartoon; 2017)

Mister Magoo (Animated TV Series; 1960)

Raising Steam, by Terry Pratchet (Novel; 2013) [Discworld #40]

Role Models (Film; 2008)

The Rose (Film; 1979)

The Scheme Misfires of You Can Planet Better Than That (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S3, Ep. 124; 1961)

Sid and Nancy (Film; 1986)

Something Wild (Film; 1986)

A Son Unique, by Wu-Tang Clan (Album; 2006)

Starship Troopers (Film; 1997)

Studio One (Radio Series; 1948)

Ten Hail Marys & Ten How’s Your Fathers, by Elvis Costello (Album; 1980)

The Theory of Everything (Film; 2014)

Ummagumma, by Pink Floyd (Album; 1969)

Uncle Vanya, by Anton Chekov (Play; 1899)

Whole Lotta Love, by Led Zeppelin (Song; 1969)

Winter’s Heart, by Robert Jordan (Novel; 2000) [Wheel of Time #9]

Today’s Name Days

Engelbert (Austria)

Anđelko, Baldo, Florencije, Zdenka (Croatia)

Saskie (Czech Republic)

Engelbrecht (Denmark)

Kiira, Kiiri, Kirke (Estonia)

Erin, Taisto (Finland)

Carine (France)

Engelbert, Carina, Willbir, Tina (Germany)

Athinodoros, Ernest, Theagenis, Themelios (Greece)

Rezső (Hungary)

Ernesto, Prosdocimo (Italy)

Helma, Lotars (Latvia)

Ernestas, Gotautė, Karina, Sirtautas (Lithuania)

Ingebrigt, Ingelin (Norway)

Achilles, Antoni, Engelbert, Florentyn, Melchior, Przemił (Poland)

René (Slovakia)

Carina, Ernesto (Spain)

Ingegerd, Ingela (Sweden)

Engelbert, Graham, Hollis, Holm, Holmes, Holt (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 311 of 2024; 54 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 2 of week 45 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Ngetal (Reed) [Day 8 of 28]

Chinese: Month 9 (Ten-Xu), Day 24 (Ji-Si)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 23 Heshvan 5784

Islamic: 23 Rabi II 1445

J Cal: 11 Mir; Foursday [11 of 30]

Julian: 25 October 2023

Moon: 29%: Waning Crescent

Positivist: 3 Frederic (12th Month) [Philippe de Comines]

Runic Half Month: Hagal (Hailstone) [Day 12 of 15]

Season: Autumn (Day 45 of 89)

Zodiac: Scorpio (Day 15 of 29)

#Holidays

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