#Mat Welsh

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We all take the light for granted when we're smothered in love.

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FINALS: Manic Street Preachers VS Blur VS Suede

MANIC STREET PREACHERS

BLUR

SUEDE

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Day 25 - Prompt: Bad @wolfstarmicrofic

January Daily Series - 659 words

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Sirius shoved his way through the crowd with his gaze laser-focused on James’s dark, tousled curls. He needed an answer to this vitally important question right now and James was his moral compass. It was imperative that he check in before he made this decision.

“James!” he hissed, rushing to his best friend’s side. “Quick, what does it mean if I’m defending Remus to himself? Is that a bad sign?”

“What?”

Regulus glared from where he was snuggled under James’s chin. “It means you like him, which we already told you. Now, go tell him!”

“I wasn’t asking you.”

James sighed, then smoothed a hand over Regulus’s back. “He’s right though. You’re gone for him, mate. I don’t know why you’re defending him from himself, but that much I do know.”

“He was calling himself stupid and some other bullshite in Welsh I didn’t really understand, but was clearly ragging on himself and I couldn’t just stand there and let it go when-”

“Sirius!” Regulus snapped. “Go snog him and leave us alone.”

Sirius opened and closed his mouth twice before a frustrated whine left his throat entirely of its own volition. “But he’s from here and I live-”

“So what? It’s fine! Now go, you obnoxious git! Before he sorts out that you can’t tie your shoelaces without James’s approval.”

“That’s not true-”

James reached out and squeezed Sirius’s shoulder. “Really, Sirius. We’ll figure it out. See if this thing with Remus is worth it, then hash out the details later, yeah?”

“Yeah, alright.”

Sirius spun around and squared his shoulders. He could do this. James believed he could do this, so he definitely…probably…could?

“Go!” Regulus shouted, kicking his bum.

He stumbled forward, then shot a glare at his brother, but Regulus was fully snogging James now. Sirius grumbled under his breath before approaching his Herculean task. It shouldn’t be this hard to ask Remus on a date. The bloke practically admitted to liking him too, just not in those exact words.

Just walk over there, ask him to have a drink, and see where it goes. Easy. He might even get a cheeky snog himself for the effort, which he did want. Ever since their not-a-date lunch a few days ago, he’d thought about kissing Remus.

Then why do I feel like I’m about to pass out?

Remus was still awkwardly bopping in a sea of couples, exactly where Sirius left him. His brown beanie was askew after his fidgeting with it and a few of those honey-dipped curls were matted to the sweat on the back of his neck. More than anything, he wanted to yank that ugly hat off of his head and stroke his fingers through all of that hair.

He's not even fit, but I still want him. That has to mean something, right?

Sirius inhaled deeply, then marched toward Remus with the confidence that fled earlier marginally renewed. James said they would figure it out, and that was as good as a promise coming from him. He could do this. He could have something real for once.

“Remus,” he said, inwardly cursing at the waver in his voice. Sirius cleared his throat and tried again when he skidded to a halt in front of the bloke. “Remus. I like you and even though we live an obscene distance from each other, I’d like to try…this.” He waved a hand between them and chewed the inside of his cheek.

“This?” Remus blinked slowly as his brows furrowed.

Shite! How am I already fucking it up?

“Oh…erm, dating. If you want to, of course. I’m not assuming that you do, or anything. Just asking, sort of,” he blathered, face flushing deeper by the second.

Flirting was second nature for him, yet he’d lost every ounce of his charisma the moment those pale green eyes met his. Sirius never fell apart like this over a bloke. He could charm the pants off of anyone with little effort. Men, women, or otherwise, it didn’t matter.

What is wrong with me?

Next Part>>>

[alone-on-takodana]

@lastdaysofwar Day two (I am behind) - Languages

K-Science

Feat. Bickering, some language, smoking and gratuitous Welsh

Everyone collects something. Mako collects postcards, and covers the wall in her quarters above her bed in them. Sunsets, cherry blossom, beaches and city skylines hiding the cold steel beneath. 

Herc Hansen, slightly predictably, collects beer mats and bottle tops. His wall is similarly decorated, together with an Australian flag and a pinned up rugby shirt. 

Dr Geiszler, as it turns out when they finally stop snarling at each other and start talking like grownups, collects languages. 

The drift has had the inconvenient side effect of giving Hermann terrible headaches when they fight, as though his own brain is being rattled. Besides, it feels more than a little odd to have fragments of Newt's memories, likes, dislikes, hopes and fears floating around in his conscious mind with no context. It's no good. He is going to be forced to get to know his walking disaster of a lab partner. 

As it turns out, they have more than a little in common. They discuss their Alma maters, their parents, music, film, sport (Hermann doesn't know an awful lot about music or sport, but he's happy to let Newt ramble on as he works), anything which will take the edge off their possible impending doom. Hermann talks a little about his collection of pipes, clay, wood, China, some painted or beautifully carved, tucked away in a drawer back in his room. 

‘I never knew you smoked? You seemed way too much of a hardass for anything like that’

‘I used to. Cigarettes, though. But, you know, asthma, and getting around is enough of a struggle, so I gave up when I was twenty five’ Hermann says cooly ‘And I'm only a hardass when you're being an inconsiderate jerk’

‘What because of a little mess? Dude, you really gotta learn to relax sometimes and - ah!‘ Newt, who has defensively gone up at least two octaves in tone, grasps his temple at a sudden sharp pain, an invisible screwdriver though the eyeball. ‘Motherfucker. Do you get those headaches too?’

Hermann nods ‘I don't think the drift likes us fighting. Or rather, our brains don't. So perhaps we should try and get along? I'm…’ This is almost as painful as the headaches, but only almost ‘I'm sorry I said you were a joke, Doctor’

‘Man, you really gotta drop the Doctor thing. Newt is fine, I swear. Please.’

‘Alright’ Hermann grumbles ‘Anyway…we were talking about our collections, I believe’

‘Oh, yeah! It's like, I used to have a bunch of action figures, star wars, Godzilla, Ghostbusters, that kinda thing, yknow?’ Newt gestures broadly with a scalpel, pushing his headlamp out of the way and making all his hair stick up alarmingly. 

‘I've never watched the second two, but I’m familiar’ Hermann feels a smile tug at one corner of his long mouth. 

‘Okay, first off we gotta do something about that -’ Newt ticks off on an index finger ‘And second, well, it's not like I could pack all that stuff up every single time I moved, right? Cos that was a bunch of times, like, from Germany to California and then I was in New York for like, ten minutes, and Berlin, Hong Kong, and like, everywhere, I guess.’

‘Seems a little sad though, not having anything of home, or any of the places you've studied’

‘Yeah, but that's the genius part, it's all up here’ He taps his temple, and grins

‘Well, I suppose you've always got the memories and-’

‘Nah, well, yeah - but not what I meant. I kinda like to learn something everywhere I go. Everywhere I've taught, or studied, or worked, I try and learn a language. Getting kinda good at it now’

‘Interesting. What happens if you go somewhere where you already speak the language?’

‘Then I pick a wild card’

‘Why?’

‘I dunno, man, why does anyone do anything? Did you never learn anything just because it was fun? To keep your mind busy?’

‘I preferred to keep myself sharp for my work.’

‘I guess, I think it sorta makes me a bit sharper, having something that's not work to think about’

‘How many are you on now?’

‘How many what?’

‘Languages’

‘Oh uh - I didn't really stop to count.’ He pauses for a moment, looking up at the rusting steel ceiling as he thinks. He's actually sort of gormlessly handsome when he looks off into the distance like that, Hermann muses to himself with a small smile. 

‘Ten, I think, those ones are fluent. And like, mostly fluent in five more. So, English and German, obviously, Spanish, Russian, Mandarin, Japanese, Thai, Arabic, and the two wild card ones were Swahili and Welsh’

‘Welsh?’

‘Yeah. It was kinda fun at the time’

‘Have you even been to Wales?’

‘No, never.’

‘Are you going to? ‘

‘I dunno, maybe? Why, do you wanna come with me, after we kick thousands of tonnes of Kaijuu ass back into the breach?’ He says, with a winning smile

‘If we live through it, maybe - wait. Hold on just a moment, if, can I-?’ Hermann is looking at him wild eyed, like he's just had an idea

‘Gonna have to be a little more specific than that, man, use your words-’

‘Wyt ti'n siarad cymraeg? Dyn ni’n siarad cymraeg?’ Hermann looks sort of confused and vaguely horrified as his mouth forms the words

‘Ydw.’ Newt grins broadly ‘Woah. I mean your pronunciation is a little off but like…yeah, man, you can speak Welsh too now. Perks of the drift, I guess. You probably also know how to crochet now.’

‘I'm sure that'll be wonderfully useful in my work. In contrast you now know where the mop is and how to clean the lab after yourself-’

‘I already did, man, come on, you can't say some of the stuff you got from this big sexy brain isn't at least kind of cool’

Hermann rolls his eyes ‘I'm sure I'll find a use for it one day. But in the meantime, have you eaten anything today? Because the non stop thinking about spicy noodles isn't me’

‘I mean, no, that's gonna take a little bit to get comfy with. Wanna have lunch with me maybe?’

‘You know, Newt, that might actually be nice.’

[sierrawitch]

Celtic Customs: Hair

by autumn sierra

I’d like to share a bit about the significance of hair in Celtic culture, specifically how it pertains to myself. I wouldn’t necessarily call this a folk practice, just a general custom. (This isn’t an article just a general post based on a prompt.)

In ancient times, the Celts (be they Irish or Scottish or Welsh, etc) were very well known for their grooming and cleanliness. They were the ones that inspired the use of soap for the Romans and Anglo-saxons. With this, there was an incredible amount of importance placed on one’s hair.

Many Celts carried ivory or wooden combs to maintain their hair, preventmats, and washed it regularly. They developed intricate braids along with normal three strand plaits in order to keep their hair long and healthy. Later on, it became popular for Irish men in particular to cut their hair into a bowl shape in the front and short in the back—the “glib”—but for the longest time in history, they were most known for their long, well kept hair.

It’s an ongoing debate whether the Celts incorporated the use of locs in their customs. In some cases, I would argue that yes, locs were present due to lack of resources among the lower class. However, it wasn’t the standard as many Irish and Scottish peoples regularly bathed and groomed themselves. Some may have received “fairy locs”: matted and woven sections of hair made by the mischievous sìthe.

(This is not cause for the accusation of cultural appropriation, as there are many types of hair patterns from 1a-4C, and such ideas didn’t even exist in early centuries. Those with curly, kinky, or coily textures are more likely to have naturally occurring locs which can be maintained through what we now know as crocheting, and twisting, etc. Certain curl patterns are not exclusive to the African, Baye Fall, Rasta, and other communities considered black. For these reasons, locs—not necessarily “dreads”, since there is cultural significance there—have also been worn by Indigenous American (and possibly Inuit) peoples, Aztecs, Minoans, the Polish, Indigenous Australians, Tibetans, and Indians throughout history.)

Long hair is said to be a representation of spiritual growth, connection to the self and the natural world. The head was considered the vessel in which the soul resides in ancient times, specifically in Celtic folklore. This is evidence for why warriors would take the heads of their enemies in battle, as a symbol of victory over another’s soul. (Quite brutal, indeed.)

My hair is also an insanely important part of my identity, and I’ve adopted similar practices of maintenance as my Celtic ancestors. I’m now recognized by family, friends, and coworkers for my hair’s length, vibrancy and shine. I’ve also realized some symbolism of plaits, the three strands representing the body, mind, and spirit. It’s great to meditate on the interconnectivity of these while braiding. I usually braid it like this, or keep it twisted into a bun or hair pin to keep it from matting in the breeze. Somehow, it seems the wind has become more enticed with tangling my hair as of late. Maybe the sìthe found their way to me only to tangle my hair!

[pfhwrittes]

as i was floating in the bath just now i had a little thought about the timeline of my jonesy stuff. because so far i’ve kind of just shoved her in as an extra member of the 141 and then i got to thinking about well… what if jonesy ends up joining the 141 after soap’s death?

like how would her personality fit with these three men that are grieving their friend? what does grief look like to price, gaz and ghost? how would it feel knowing that she may have physically filled a gap on the team but she’s not actually welcome?

what if she drank out of johnny’s mug not knowing it was soap’s and it got pulled out of her hands roughly by ghost with no explanation?

what if she inadvertently makes a joke that reminds price of soap after she steps away from the mats in the gym and instead of laughing or bantering back price just stares her down until she apologises?

what if she calls ghost “lt” on comms and it’s sgt garrick (not gaz, not kyle) who growls at her not to call him that?

what if whenever she joins them around a table or in the rec room they all do a little half turn as she fills soap’s space?

what if even laswell does a tiny flinch whenever jonesy speaks up during a meeting because she’s expecting to hear a scottish accent and not a welsh one?

what if under the shitty twin bed in her room she finds a photo of price, garrick and a blue eyed man she doesn’t recognise when she goes looking for her dropped phone? what if she flips it over and it has “price + gaz + johnny” scrawled in ghost’s handwriting on the back?

what if she tucks it under her pillow to keep it safe and every night as she turns in she pulls it out to talk to the beaming dust covered face of a stranger she only knows as johnny?

[jasper-pagan-witch]

I ordered some new books for reading and reviewing that actually pertain to this blog. However, due to the reading challenge that I talked about on @jasper-the-menace, I won't be getting to them right away. The books in question are as follows:

Hands-On Chaos Magic: Reality Manipulation through the Ovayki Current by Andrieh Vitimus

Spells for Change: A Guide for Modern Witches by Frankie Castanea (aka ChaoticWitchAunt)

Warrior Magic: Justice Spirituality and Culture from Around the World by Tomas Prower

Welsh Witchcraft: A Guide to the Spirits, Lore, and Magic of Wales by Mhara Starling

The only one I haven't heard of is Andrieh Vitimus, but I've enjoyed Frankie Castanea's videos on their YouTube channel, Tomas Prower's previous books, and Mhara Starling's book comes HIGHLY recommended by people I trust (*points knife* don't y'all DARE make this another Mat Auryn situation on me). So we're gonna be a bit daring.

[vennyriz22]

gudacas; 2 8 24 29

2) Big spoon/Little spoon?

154cm Castoria trying to big spoon 170cm Gudako is a funny image to me.

8) Nicknames? & if so, how did they originate?

For Castoria: Cas, Corgi, Master

Because there's so many versions of Artoria Pendragon running around Chaldea, each of them of got a nickname to make things easier. Gudako chose Cas since it's cute easier to remember.

The Corgi was after they started dating. Castoria just reminded Gudako of Welsh Corgis.

The Master nickname was after LB6 since Gudako finally got context of where Castoria's petplay kink came from.

For Gudako: Ritsu, Fuzzball

Castoria started called her Ritsu after their bond deepen a little more (Around Bond 6-7)

Fuzzball is what she jokingly calls her whenever Gudako is in demon mode

24) Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear during inappropriate times?

Gudako decided to be mischevious one day and got Castoria alone before a farming session. Whispering what she planning to do afterwards. Since Castoria has the Fae Eyes, everything she told her rung true. She couldn’t concentrate farming mats after that exchange.

Gudako faced consequences later that evening

29) One headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart?

The fact they both see each other for what they are and can't convince the other to stop going down the same path. Knowing it will hurt them further down the line.

[derryderrydown]

I saw you photo of the ship you sail in response to Lucy Bellwood’s sail anatomy and would love to hear more about it! I’ve never seen a square rigger with … is that a tiny crane for loading? So cool!

What's this? An excuse to talk about The Best Barque In The World, SV Tenacious? Well, I don't mind if I do!

First, yes, that is a tiny crane. She actually has two of them, for launching the two RHIBs.

She also has a more traditional derrick, essentially a human-powered crane, which is used for loading heavy stuff and setting up the gangways.

Tenacious is far from being a traditional ship. She was launched in 2000, and is the only tall ship currently operating* that was designed specifically to be sailed by a disabled crew.

This means:

wheelchair lifts throughout the ship

decks wide enough for wheelchairs**

a talking compass, so people with visual impairments can't avoid taking their turn on the wheel!

power assisted steering and a joystick for people with limited dexterity

wheelchair clamps by the wheel, and seating for those who can't stand for long periods. (And for those who just don't want to, when there's a perfectly comfortable chair right there!)

rigging for a harness to allow people with limited mobility to get into the RHIBs

ascender systems that allow wheelchair users to take themselves up the masts. (Here's a photo of someone doing just that last week.)

On the more mundane side, there are showers with seats, handrails and adjustable showerheads. There are two or three clos-o-mat toilets, and the majority of the toilets are wheelchair-accessible. There are bunks which have anchor points for wheelchairs, and lifts to get in and out of the bunk.

More than that, however, is the ethos of the ship. There are no passengers on Tenacious. Everybody is part of the crew. Everybody stands their watch (and if I could get out of the morning watch, 4am-8am, I absolutely would). Everybody does their mess duty. Everybody takes part in happy hour (cleaning the ship - both the romantic stuff of the scrubbing the deck and the less so of scrubbing the toilets).

Everybody is assigned a buddy when they join the ship. If you're disabled, this is the person you turn to when you need a bit of extra help. (I have CFS. On my first voyage, I pushed myself so hard, because I wanted to get the absolute most out of the experience, that I ended up curled up on my bunk and sobbing because I was too tired to go and eat dinner. My buddy went and spoke to the cook and brought me a meal in my bunk.)

However, if your buddy isn't around, you can ask absolutely anybody, and they'll do it without making a big deal of it.

The Tenacious ethos is that everybody has something to offer, and everybody sometimes needs help. It doesn't matter whether you're disabled, currently able-bodied, or just completely unable to remember which bit of string to pull. You'll never be shouted at, and you'll never be made to feel a burden.

If my hard sell has worked and you want to sail on Tenacious - guess what? YOU CAN!

She's owned and operated by the Jubilee Sailing Trust and you can book a voyage on their website. There are bursaries available to help with cost.

*JST used to operate two tall ships. Unfortunately, COVID and financial issues meant the STS Lord Nelson was taken out of service, and is currently sitting semi-derelict in a Welsh dock, hoping for a buyer.

**Unfortunately, she can only take manual wheelchairs. Powered chairs are largely too heavy and too bulky, and also class as a fire risk. (Batteries and a lot of water aren't generally a good combination.)

[brookstonalmanac]

Birthdays 9.22

Beer Birthdays

Lord Chesterfield; English statesman (1694)

Alfred Vinzenz Werthmueller (1835)

George Kennth Hotson Younger (1931)

Carlos Sanchez (1958)

Dave McLean (1969)

Five Favorite Birthdays

Bilbo Baggins; Hobbit character

Frodo Baggins; Lord of the Rings character

Michael Faraday; English scientist (1791)

Joan Jett; rock singer, guitarist (1958)

Tatiana Maslany; Canadian actor (1985)

Famous Birthdays

King Sunny Ade; Nigerian reggae singer (1946)

Scott Baio; actor (1960)

Eric Baker; English activist, co-founded Amnesty Int’l (1920)

Toni Basil; pop singer (1943)

Elizabeth Bear; author and poet (1971)

Shari Belafonte; actor (1954)

Maurice Blanchot; French philosopher (1907)

Andrea Bocelli; Italian singer-songwriter (1958)

Debby Boone; pop singer (1956)

Barthold Heinrich Brockes; German poet (1680)

Harold Carmichael; Philadelphia Eagles WR (1949)

Nick Cave; rock musician (1957)

Neil Cavuto; journalist and author (1958)

Ellen Church; 1st airline stewardess (1904)

Dave Coverdale; rock singer (1951)

Quintin Craufurd; Scottish author (1743)

Babette Deutsch; poet (1895)

Ashley Eckstein; actress (1981)

Will Elder; illustrator (1921)

György Faludy; Hungarian poet & author (1910)

Tom Felton; English actor (1987)

Grigory Frid; Russian pianist & composer (1915)

Philipp Nicodemus Frischlin; German mathematician, astronomer & poet (1547)

Theodore Hook; English composer (1788)

John Houseman; actor (1902)

Bonnie Hunt; actor (1964)

Ruth Jones; Welsh actress (1966)

Anna Karina; actor (1940)

Brian Keene; novelist (1967)

Charles Keeping; English author & illustrator (1924)

Allan "Rocky" Lane; voice of "Mr. Ed" (1909)

Tommy Lasorda; Los Angeles Dodgers coach (1927)

Paul Le Mat; actor (1945)

Katie Lowes; actress (1982)

Matthäus Merian; Swiss-German engraver & cartographer (1593)

Ian Mortimer; English historian & novelist (1967)

Paul Muni; actor (1895)

Catherine Oxenburg; actor (1961)

Peter Simon Pallas; German zoologist & botanist (1741)

Rupert Penry-Jones; English actor (1970)

Sue Perkins; English comedian, actress (1969)

Saul Perlmutter; astrophysicist, astronomer (1959)

Rosamunde Pilcher; English author (1924)

Billie Piper; English singer, actor (1982)

Arthur Pryor; trombonist, composer (1870)

Paolo Ruffini; Italian mathematician & philosopher (1765)

Martha Scott; actor (1914)

Elizabeth Simcoe; English-Canadian painter & author (1762)

Bill Smith; clarinet player & composer (1926)

Theodore Clement Steele; artist (1847)

Michael Torke; composer (1961)

Ken Vandermark; saxophonist & composer (1964)

Charles Waterhouse; painter (1924)

Fay Weldon; English writer (1931)

Billy West; actor (1892)

Ray Wetzel; trumpet player & composer (1924)

[nightsidewrestling]

D.U.D.E Bios: Delwyn Rhydderch

The Mountain King of C.R.C Delwyn Rhydderch (2020)

Kirby's uncle and the brother of Hywel, Delwyn. An Irish-Catholic living in Wales and a strong, protective and aggressive father. He's like a Pitbull made human or so the entire family says.

"Big and strong, powerful like a mountain."

Name

Full Legal Name: Delwyn Cearbhall Math Iarlaithe Rhydderch

First Name: Delwyn

Meaning: From Welsh 'Del' 'Pretty' combined with 'Gwyn' 'White, Blessed'

Pronunciation: del-WEHN

Origin: Welsh

Middle Name(s): Cearbhall, Math, Iarlaithe

Meaning(s): Cearbhall: From Old Irish 'Cerball', probably from 'Cerb' meaning 'Pointed, Sharp, Cutting'. Math: Possibly from the old Celtic root 'Matus' meaning 'Bear'. Iarlaithe: From an Old Irish element of unknown meaning combined with 'Flaith' 'Ruler, Sovereign'

Pronunciation(s): KYAR-a-wal. MATH. EER-lah

Origin(s): Irish. Welsh Mythology. Old Irish

Surname: Rhydderch

Meaning: From the given name 'Rhydderch', from the Old Welsh name 'Riderch', derived from 'Ri' 'King' and 'Derch' 'Exalted'

Pronunciation: HRUDH-ehrkh

Origin: Welsh

Alias: Mountain King, Delwyn Rhydderch

Reason: This is Delwyn's ring name

Nicknames: Del, Wyn, Cear, Mat, Iar

Titles: Mr

Characteristics

Age: 65

Gender: Male. He/Him Pronouns

Race: Human

Nationality: Welsh. Irish-Welsh Mix. Dual Citizenship ROI-UK

Ethnicity: White

Birth Date: January 20th 1955

Symbols: Mountains, Boulders, Snow, Crowns

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Religion: Irish-Catholic

Native Language: Irish

Spoken Languages: Irish, Welsh, Scottish (Scots Gaelic), English

Relationship Status: Married

Astrological Sign: Aquarius

Theme Song: 'Mack The Knife'' - Bobby Darin (1970-)

Voice Actor: Colm Meaney

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Tullahought, Kilkenny, Ireland

Current Location: Llanfaethlu, Anglesey, Wales

Hometown: Llanfaethlu, Anglesey, Wales

Appearance

Height: 5'9" / 175 cm

Weight: 170 lbs / 77 kg

Eye Colour: Blue

Hair Colour: (Born Blond) Black

Hair Dye: None

Body Hair: Hairy

Facial Hair: Stubble

Tattoos: (As of Jan 2020) 20

Piercings: Ear Lobe (Both, Triple), Tragus (Both), Anti-Tragus (Both), Conch (Both), Daith (Both), Rook (Both), Snug (Both), Flat (Both), Industrial (Both), Helix (Both, Triple), Bridge (Double), Nasallang, Austin Bar, High Nostril (Both), Nostril (Both), TearDrop (Both), Anti-Eyebrow (Both), Eyebrow (Both, Triple), Horizontal Eyebrow (Both), Canine Bites, Dahlia Bites, Cyber Bites

Scars: Many small but noticeable scars

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None

Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Smoker, Social Drinker

Illnesses/Disorders: None Diagnosed

Medications: None

Any Specific Diet: None

Relationships

Allies: (As of Jan 2020) The Rhydderch Clan

Enemies: (As of Jan 2020) None

Friends: Naoise Rhydderch, Rhodri Rhydderch, Uinseann Rhydderch, Yorath Rhydderch, Bran Rhydderch, Fergus Rhydderch, Hywel Rhydderch, Conall Pritchard

Colleagues: The C.R.C Locker Rooms / Too Many To List

Rivals: None

Closest Confidant: Rhosyn Rhydderch

Mentor: Gearalt Rhydderch

Significant Other: Rhosyn Rhydderch (66, Wife, Née Dougherty)

Previous Partners: None of Note

Parents: Gearalt Rhydderch (R.I.P, Father), Angharad Rhydderch (101, Mother, Née MacMathan)

Parents-In-Law: Sholto Dougherty (96, Father-In-Law), Eurwen Dougherty (97, Mother-In-Law, Née MacDougall)

Siblings: Naoise Rhydderch (80, Brother), Rhodri Rhydderch (77, Brother), Uinseann Rhydderch (74, Brother), Yorath Rhydderch (71, Brother), Bran Rhydderch (68, Brother), Fergus Rhydderch (62, Brother), Hywel Rhydderch (59, Brother)

Siblings-In-Law: Too Many To List

Nieces & Nephews: Too Many To List

Children: Llinos McConnell (35, Daughter), Roderick Rhydderch (32, Son)

Children-In-Law: Faust McConnell (36, Llinos' Husband), Gethsemane Rhydderch (33, Roderick's Wife, Née Guillaume)

Grandkids: Paden McConnell (15, Grandson), Olindo McConnell (12, Grandson), Natalie McConnell (9, Granddaughter), Magdalene McConnell (6, Granddaughter), Lailoken McConnell )3, Grandson), Kellen Rhydderch (12, Grandson), Jaslene Rhydderch (9, Granddaughter), Igraine Rhydderch (6, Granddaughter), Hallam Rhydderch (3, Grandson)

Great Grandkids: None

Wrestling

Billed From: Kilenny, Ireland

Trainer: The C.R.C Wrestling School, Gearalt Rhydderch

Managers: Rhosyn Rhydderch

Wrestlers Managed: Rhosyn Rhydderch

Debut: 1970

Debut Match: Delwyn Rhydderch VS Gearalt Rhydderch. Delwyn won via pinfall

Retired: N/A

Retirement Match: N/A

Wrestling Style: Powerhouse

Stables: The Rhydderch Clan (1970-)

Teams: No Team Names

Regular Moves: Throat Thrust, Two-Handed Chokelift, Running Low-Angle Dropkick To A Seated Opponent, Sidewalk Slam, Tilt-A-Whirl Mat Slam, Scoop Powerslam, Running Powerslam, Leg-Feed Enzuigiri, Pendulum Backbreaker, Diving Clothesline, Corner Clothesline, Big Boot, Spinebuster, Running Neckbreaker, Jumping Knee Drop, High Knee Strike, Figure-Four Leglock, Facebreaker Knee Smash, Chop Block

Finishers: Jacknife Powerbomb, DDT, Falling Powerbomb, Chokeslam, Tombstone Piledriver, Double Underhook Facebuster

Refers To Fans As: The Fans, The Family

Extras

Backstory: Delwyn Rhydderch of the C.R.C (Welsh Wrestling League / Cynghrair Reslo Cymru) owning Rhydderch family. Delwyn has 1/8th ownership of the promotion and is the head 'Mountain Style' (Powerhouse) trainer. He's Half-Irish, Half-Welsh.

Trivia: Nothing of Note

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Mats XIII

>Morgan

>Barghest

>Baobhan Sith

>Melusine

>Percival

>Light Koyan

>Oberon

>Habetrot

All of them (except for Percival) are written by Nasu.

Huuuuh - you mean the butchery of Irish, Scottish, and Welsh folklore for British wank was done by the darling mushroom? Unfathomable! (Sarcasm)

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41 for Ulrica/Alto or 78 for Noriko/Melanie :)c

:)c Here ya go bestie

41. Our muses must share a bed

Ulrica shook like a scared dog, black tired eyes scanning the room. This is fine. This is totally fine. He's not gonna have a panic attack in a motel room no sir. First it was the concert but now this too? He looked at the closed door, hearing the faucet turn on. Sighing he flopped onto the bed feeling it creak under his weight as he stared at the ceiling. Laying there, in the band t-shirt Alto had bought him at the venue and breathed in through his nose. In and out. Just like that until he heard the door open. Turning his head he looked at Alto as she stretched, dressed in an extra long Dixie shirt. "Oh hey you wanna change or something?" she asked but he shook his head. "N- No I'm good." She shrugged before heading over to her bag that was thrown onto the couch. "That was pretty cool huh, your first White Masked Grooms concert!" He nodded as she ruffled her bag for something. "Y- Yeah.......it was......interesting." He mumbled before she pulled out her wallet and hopped onto the bed, bouncing him. "I don't know about you but I'm fucking starving. Ya want pizza? Tacos? Oh I know a great mandu place but do they do take-out?" Ulrica listened to her ramble about the concert, how she's planning on going to another one later in the week and it seemed so peaceful until it dawned on him.

They were going to have to share a bed.

"Uh......Alto?" He looked up at her while she scrolled through her phone. "Sup?" "We....might have to sleep in the same bed you that right?" She just shrugged still scrolling. "I can sleep on the floor if you want but it'll be ok." The future teller blinked as she rambled on, wondering if the tv in their room even worked while placing her order in at the dumpling place. She was......ok with it? Ok that he probably smelled like sweat and wasn't going to change since he didn't plan it? He looked at her, getting up to find the remote and smile. "I'm.....gonna take a nap. Wake me up when the food comes?"

78. One muse relentlessly flirts with the other

The smacking of wood on wood echoed through the gymnasium as Noriko lunged at James, forcing him to hold his sword and take the brunt of the attack. The two going at it striking with enough force Melanie feared the swords might break but they never did. She watched them duel, fight until they both looked ready to fall over until Noriko got the upperhand. Taking James down on the mat. "You're getting sloppy. Watch it." Noriko said, staring at the rookie as he groaned on the mat. Feeling the welshes sink in knowing he's gonna wake up sore tomorrow. Melanie walked over to them, water bottles in hand as she bend over just a little to give James his. "I think you did great today." She smiled watching him take it and breath a sigh of relief, getting him up into a sitting position. Then she handed the other knight their bottle which they took wordlessly, only nodding. She watched them take the wooden blades to store away as James eventually got up saying that he was going to take a shower. Leaving just her and Noriko in the gym as she sat on the bleachers, book in hand while the sun slowly began to set. Painting the room is its warm tones as she opened to her saved page. It was a book Carol had given her, saying she might like it as it was a historical romance. She read through more pages, engrossed by the story until her eyes met Noriko's.......body. They were shirtless. A squeak left her lips as she blushed bright red. Why were they shirtless now???? They had a towel tossed their shoulders as they stretched, their muscles flaunting the glows with their scars creating a canvas on their body. No! No no no! She mustn't stare, it's rude and immodesty and "Are you well Miss Charment?" ............They're standing right in front of her aren't they? Peering up from her novel she can clearly see that they are looking squarely at her. "Y- Yes......I'm fine really." They cocked a brow, golden eyes checking her over as she seemed ill. Perhaps a fever of sorts. Melanie then let out another squeak as they took her chin, lifting it to hold her cheek and inspect her face. Their body caging her in. "Are you sure? I can bring the nurses over or bring you back to your room?" She said nothing, just stared at him with wide sky blue eyes and her cheeks hot to the touch. She...........wasn't going to make it.

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