#Skilpadde

[omanatascha]

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[wosoamazing]

Mapi & Injuries

Søta | Mapi Leòn x Ingrid Engen x Child!R

Summary: You stay with Mapi rather than going on Norway camp and get a concussion

IDK how I feel about this, been trying to write anything for ages and finally managed to get somewhere on this fic, I hope you all enjoy it though. Let me know if you have any requests (for Søta or in general)

“Lexa,” you squeal as you run into the gym with Mapi, Alexia also wasn’t on international break but unlike your Mami she does go on international break, just not this time.

“Søta,” Alexia replies in surprise as she opens her arms for you to run into, currently sitting down on a gym mat.

“She stayed?” Alexia asks Mami as you settle down into her lap.

“Sí, Mamma went to camp,” you reply, as Frido walks over.

“Where is my hello,” Frido asks, receiving a cheeky grin and wave back from you, before you ‘hide’ yourself using Alexia’s jacket that was lying on the floor.

-

You’re sitting off to the side when everything goes wrong. Mapi is being silly, trying to get you to laugh as you watch her and Alexia train, currently throwing the medicine ball between them. It’s on one of Mapi’s throws that the ball travels askew and ends up hitting you on the head. Your little body collapses to the ground and small shrieks sound from your body as Mapi and Alexia stand there unmoving. Frido swiftly moves just above your head and places her hands either side of it, restricting your movement.

“You’re okay Søta, just stay very still, the medics are going to come and check you,” Frido says almost as if she’s done this before.

You cry as the medics check your head and neck, their words are slightly fuzzy, and the light they shine in your eyes, hurts, you just want to squeeze them shut but you’re not allowed to. Your head throbs with every beat of your heart and you just want Mami, but Mami still isn’t coming, no matter how much you cry out for her.

Eventually Mapi does come to you, she looks like she’s been crying herself and as soon as Frido lets go of your head, she immediately picks you up into her lap and holds you close, your bury your head in her neck, trying to block out the light but it doesn’t work so well, she rubs your back as she rains kisses on your head, not quite listening to the medics. Your skilpadde is handed to you and you pull it in close to your chest, using your other hand to try and pull the blanket that’s been placed on your body up over your head, trying to make it dark. Mami notices and helps you.

“Thank you,” you mumble before hiding your head again. Mapi can’t help but feel guilty as you continue to cry slightly against her body, she carries you carefully out of the building and to the car, taking you home like the medics suggested.

“Hej, everything okay?” Ingrid asks as she answers the phone, slightly concerned, having been pulled out of the meeting for this phone call.

“Søta got a concussion,” Mapi whispers almost inaudibly, “I-I threw the medicine ball and hit her on the head,” taking a shaky breath before she continues, “she threw up on the way home,” she stifles her cries, trying not to wake you.

“Oh kjære, it was an accident,” Ingrid tries to reassure Mapi as she lets out a choked sob.

The movement of Mami’s chest wakes you slightly and you begin to emerge from your blanket cubby half asleep, “Mami, no crying,” you slur slightly as you clumsily reach a hand up to wipe her eyes, accidentally poking her in the eye instead. Mamma stifles a laugh as you pull yourself up further on Mami’s body, before you nuzzle your head in her neck, quickly falling back to sleep.

“Maps, I’m really sorry, but I need to go, I promise I’ll call later,” Ingrid says to Mapi

“Te amo,” Mapi says, as she wipes her eyes.

“Elsker deg,” Ingrid replies back before ending the call.

Ingrid tries her best to be quiet, but the dip in the bed as she lies down wakes Mapi up.

“Ingrid?” Mapi mumbles tiredly, rubbing her eyes

“Hej, I came home,” Ingrid says, not wanting to admit she was sent home, for being too distracted because she was worried. 

“But it was an accident, I can look after her,” Mapi replies as she sits up, slightly confused.

“That’s not why I’m here, I’m worried about you, because it wasn’t your fault but you don’t seem to believe that and keep blaming yourself,”

“But it was my fault, I threw it at her head,” Mapi replies, tears filling her eyes.

“No you didn’t, not on purpose, you didn’t purposely hurt her, it’s okay,” the norwegians says as she wraps her arms around the spaniard, “it’s okay kjære,” she murmurs as tears start to fall from Mapi’s eyes.

Their moment is quickly disturbed though when you abruptly sit up, “Mami, my tummy feels funny,” you whine, and before either of them can move you gag and your dinner comes up, which makes you cry, Ingrid quickly pulling you into her arms, Mapi getting up to fill the tub.

“Mamma?” you ask, as your cries tamper off, her hand rubbing your back helping to calm you down.

“Ja, is your head more ouchie now?”

“No, same ouchie, but Mami helped it, she gave me medicine and ice packs and didn’t even get mad when I made the car messy,” you stop suddenly, looking down at your surroundings, “sorry for making the bed messy,” you mumble, looking up at her sadly.

“It’s okay Søta, it’s not your fault, your ouchie head is just making your body a bit confused. I think Mami has a bath ready for you, why don’t we go see her and then once I get you a change of clothes I’ll join you,” Mamma says and you nod slightly, trying not to hurt your head more.

-

“Should we take her to the hospital?” Mami asks as Mamma brings you into the bathroom.

“No, not unless she throws up again, has a seizure or passes out,” Mamma tells her, placing you on the ground, “can you change her, I’ll get her some cloths,”

“Wait, how do you know that?” Mami asks and she pulls your shirt off.

“As I said, accidents happen,” Mamma replies as she walks out of the bathroom and towards your room.

[thinkingabout-girls]

skilpadde nyter solen <3

[corvid-language-library]

Norwegian Word of the Day 05/03/24

Category: Reptiles (krypdyr)

et krypdyr | krypdyret | krypdyr | krypdyrene, krypdyra

Vocabulary and sample sentences below:

Vocabulary

krypdyr (n) - reptile

øgle (m/f) - lizard

salamander (m) - newt, salamander

iguan (m) - iguana

frosk (m) - frog

padde (m/f) - toad

skilpadde (m/f) - tortoise, turtle

Sample Sentences

Jeg vet ikke om det er en krokodile eller en alligator (I don't know if it's a crocodile or an alligator)

Hva synes du om øgler? (What do you think about lizards?)

Dette er en salamander (This is a newt/salamander)

En iguan er en slags øgle som bor i Sør-Amerika (An iguana is a type of lizard that lives in South America)

Er dette en frosk eller en padde? (Is this a frog or a toad?)

Skilpadder lever lenge (Turtles/tortoises live a long time)

[nordic-language-love]

While waiting for the results of the poll to decide what I should draw next, here's a turtle I drew today (tutorial).

nor🇳🇴: en/ei skilpadde

jpn🇯🇵: 海ガメ (うみガメ)

Skilpadda svømmer i havet // 海ガメは海で泳いでいる // The turtle is swimming in the sea.

[obscurecurse]

two things: one. in norwegian (/bokmål) 'turtle' is 'skilpadde.' this post made me notice a similar root word here: 'pad' and 'padde.' (most sources just give me a "functional translation" into english instead of literal, breaking down the individual parts of a compound word in a way that allows me to dissect the etymology. they insist skilpadde is turtle.) this made me wonder what skilpadde really means tho... is it shell-toad? (i am guessing shell-toad. but translate is suggesting "skil" means "divorce" is it........ "divorce toad"? that can't possibly be...) in antiquity was "pad"/"padde" a catch-all for a category of aquatic animals -> frogs, toads, turtles, etc.?

two. i have a "special interest" in pervious paver system details. (yeah...) i think it's because of the hatch patterns that are commonly used to detail them? i come from the architecture discipline, so i do not ever get to draft or source these details, but i often go to the civil drawings to study them. they're mesmerizing to me. and the way the toads in the illustration are similarly patterned to a modern aggregate drainage course is doing wonders for the part of my brain that seeks fantasy...............

Dutch artist, Redmer Hoekstra.

[clutchingsmokeandshadow]

I love when animals live up to their names, like skilpadde. Or maybe it is the names themselves that are imbued with some animal life.

[trykkeriet]

Skildpadde med Bok av www.tonnyfroyen.com

En sjarmerende, semi-realistisk illustrasjon av en baby-skilpadde som holder en åpen bok. Den står mot en dempet blå-grå bakgrunn med et abstrakt oransje malingssprut, som gir en leken touch.

#skildpadde #illustrasjon #bok #kunst #design #abstrakt #kreativ #fargerik #realistisk #tegning #farger #dempet #blågrå #oransje #sprut #sjarmerende #visuellkunst #inspirasjon #moderne #unik #tonnyfroyen #mobiltoner #trykkeriet #roseby #rbnett

www.mobiltoner.com @tonny.froyen @mobiltoner.com_hits @musica_clasica_pop_y_rock @trykkeriet_vart @klassische_hits_chansons_popul

[opplevkambodsja]

Et fenomenalt hjerte av vann

Kjekt å kunne hekte huset og uthuset bak båten og dra videre.

Den store innsjøen Tonle Sap i sentrale nordvest i Kambodsja er et unikum av et vannsystem. Og i samvirke med gigantelva Mekong er den absolutte nøkkelen til å forstå hvordan dette var hjertet i et av de største og lengstvarige imperiene i skrevet historie.

Og også hvordan det er kilden til det moderne Kambodsja.

Fra Phnom Prom, kampen/høyden i bakgrunnen er det sørligste tempelområdet i Angkor Arkeologiske Park, rundt 8 kilometer fra Siem Reap.

Året gjennom varierer arealet og vanndybden fra 2500 km2 til 16 000 km2. Dybden øker også fra maksimale 3 meter i tørketida i mai-juni til 14 meter i november. Variasjonen skyldes delvis regntida fra juni til oktober, men også et snodig fenomen der vannstrømmen i Tonle Sap-elva fra Mekong-floden reverseres to ganger i året.

Med ryggen til Phnom Prom som i fotoet over, i regntida i november, er dette Tonle Sap på sitt videste.

Da kombineres vannet fra det totalt 86 000 km2 store regnnedslagsfelt for Tonle Sap med næringsrikt regntidsvann som flommer inn fra Mekong til én enormt næringsrik innsjø.

Dette er 6,5 kilometer lenger sør for Phnom Prom, i april på slutten av tørketida. Dette er innsjøbunnen.

Mekong er en av de 6 gigantelvene som renner ut fra verdens største naturlige vanntårn, Tibet-platået. Nesten en av fire mennesker på jorda er avhengig av vann fra Tibet-platået. Over 300 millioner er avhengig av vannet fra Mekong aleine.

Livskraftig og rikt

Skalaen rundt livsmangfoldet her er gigantisk sjøl i global sammenheng. Tonle Sap er en av de fire største innlands fiskeproduksjonsområdene i verden. Mekong er den tredje mest livsvarierte elva i verden, etter Amazon-elva i Amerika og Kongo-floden i Afrika.

Hele Tonle Sap-området er en endel av UNESCO sitt spesielle biomangfoldsområde. Et eget område i nordøst er vernet som spesielt viktig våtmarksområde av global verdi etter Ramsar-konvensjonen. Lokalt er området vernet av spesielle kongelige dekreter.

Mangfoldet i fisk, skalldyr og planteliv varierer fra rismarkene i kanten av flommålet til to typer krokodiller som lever delvis vilt i de vestlige områdene av Tonle Sap. Det er rundt 500 fiskeslag, og de vanligste fiskeartene er flere typer karpe, maller, ørret, ål og slangefisk. I tillegg er det forskjellige typer muslinger og skalldyr som reker og kreps. Skilpadder, slanger og vannmonitorer/varaner er også tilstede som proteinkilde.

Moat Peam-tempelet (elveos-tempelet) ligger seks kilometer sør for Phnom Prom, og er i virke hele året.

Tonle Sap produserer 500 000 tonn med fisk hvert år, og det nære omlandet utgjør drøyt 1,5 millioner av Kambodsjas rundt 17 millioner innbyggere. 240 000 tonn tas ut som fiskeføde fra Tonle Sap hvert år. Det utgjør en stor del av de 400 000 tonn fiskebasert protein som fortæres av befolkning og gjester i Kambodsja hvert år. Dette er den aller viktigste kilden til proteiner i Kambodsja, og fiskematinntaket i Kambodsja er blant de høyeste i verden.

Hele 60 prosent av proteininntaket i vanlig kosthold i Kambodsja kommer fra fisk og skalldyr.

By og land, vann og vann

De største byene i Kambodsja ligger naturlig nok rundt Tonle Sap. Siem Reap i nord, Battambang i vest, Kampong Thom i øst og sjølsagt Phnom Penh, som ligger der Mekong og Tonle Sap-elva møtes i sørøst.

Flytende landsbyer, markeder, husbåter - tilpassingene til Tonle Sap-livet er mange og kreative.

Som alle andre rike matkilder trues Tonle Sap av overfiske og rovfiske. Dette rammer de mest ressurssvake som gjerne lever i skur og mer eller mindre åpne båter rundt innsjøen. Tiltak for bedre forvaltning er iverkssatt, men det går langsomt.

I tillegg trues både kanten av innsjøen og selve innsjøbunnen av avskoging. Dette er en giganttrussel, siden dette skogsbeltet fungerer flomregulerende, bølge- og stormdempende. Med villere og kraftigere vær som følge av klimaendringer øker sannsynligheten for verre skadeomfang i nærområdene til Tonle Sap. Året rundt.

[semperfiona]

I did a few weeks of duolingo Swedish prior to a trip to Sweden last year, and can confirm, I did indeed not reach either numbers or past tense, but I can tell you jag har en sköldpadda.

I did not have any turtle encounters in Sweden, but I did find the word useful on one occasion during my trip . We had gone on a day trip across the border to Norway and stopped to use the restroom at a service station. Restroom was 10 krona to use, or buy something, so I bought a candy bar. Choosing my candy bar I found one that was labeled skilpadde. I bought it.

It wasn't quite what I would have called turtle candy in English but it was tasty, so win, I guess

I am never going to complain about Greek Duolingo again

I mean, I am. But still.

So, as some of you know, my family has been coming to this tiny Greek seaside village for several years. Just over a week ago I came out here with my mum, under the impression that early September, after the height of the summer heat, would be a good time to have a holiday. ANYWAY Storm Daniel had other ideas about that. Locally things are improving (I'm actually really pissed off about the disaster-porn tone of most English-language media coverage, but that's another post). The power is back on, there's running water most of the time, and though the latter is not drinkable, a truck from the government came and handled out free bottled water yesterday. But we are currently kind of stuck. Can't do tourist things. Can't go home. There aren't any local flights out until Saturday and the road to Thessaloniki is still closed.

So this evening, feeling kind of aimless and depressed, I go down to the nearest beach with a couple of binbags and start cleaning up in an effort to at least do something positive. I always try to do this at least once out here and obviously, after the storm, there's a lot more plastic and rubbish than usual.

At some point I find this large, round bit of metal - some kind of machinery part, I think -- that's too big for the bag, so I take it to the bins on its own, leaving the rubbish bag on the beach. And when I come back for it, something among the stones beside it moves.

Specifically, it pulls its head sharply inside its shell

So, meanwhile I've been trying to learn some Greek with the help of Duolingo.

I currently have a 33-day streak and... I have questions. Shouldn't I be able to use the past or future tenses by now? Shouldn't I be able to say "x is like y"? I can't do those things. But one thing I absolutely can say all day long is έχω μια χελώνα : I have a turtle.

This is far from the limit of Duolingo Greek's turtle-related content. "An obsession with turtles" is my mother's characterisation. I can inform you that the turtle is not a bird, and, improbably, that the turtle is drinking milk. I can introduce you to a turtle in company with a horse and an elephant. As far as Duolingo is concerned, it really is turtles all the way down.

Now this, you may be able to see, is not a turtle. It has claws rather than flippers. It is a tortoise. I know there are wild tortoises in Greece: my aunt once rescued a pair of them shagging in the middle of the road -- but that was up in the mountains. I've even seen one myself, but it was also on a road and very dead.

I am 95% certain they don't belong on beaches. There's nothing for it to eat, except, unfortunately, a lot of plastic. Even if it gets off the beach it will immediately find itself on a road where it could get hit by a car. I'm pretty sure it must have been washed down by the floodwater and has been just sitting there, dazed, ever since.

Now obviously the first thing I want to do on encountering this unusual animal is to go and tell my mummy, so I do. The tortoise immediately brightens her day. She agrees that the tortoise is not happy on the beach and needs to be taken somewhere safe. it gets surprisingly wriggly when picked up so we put it in a carrier bag with some grapes and cucumber and go looking for somewhere to rehome it.

We find a path leading up between the houses towards a likely-looking field, but before we get very far a dog in a yard goes berserk and a man's head pops over a fence and demands to know what we're doing. He does this in English, as evidently we're just that obviously tourists.

"I found a tortoise on the beach!" I explain. "We want to find somewhere to put it."

"A what," he asks.

"It's like a, you know," I begin and then to my astonishment I find myself saying... "μια χελώνα"

"Oh! A turtle!" he says.

"But from the land. δεν είναι χελώνα", [it is not a turtle,] I say, as I am worried he will tell me to put it back near the sea where I found it. As it turns out it actually IS a χελώνα, Greek does not distinguish between turtles and tortoises, but I don't know that; I can't even name the days of the week or identify any colours other than pink yet, give me a break.

The man's entire demeanour changes and thaws. He does not worry about my turtle-that-is-not-a-turtle conundrum. He knows where οι χελώνες come from and where η χελώνα μας belongs. He leads us through a gate into a courtyard area.

"[somethingsomething] μια χελώνα," he explains to the assembled onlookers, of whom there are, suddenly, a surprising number.

"ΜΙΑ ΧΕΛΩΝΑ!!!" crows the throng of delighted small children, who are, suddenly, everywhere.

"μια χελώνα!" I agree, accepting that at least for current purposes, that is what it is.

"Μπορούμε να δούμε τη χελώνα σας; [can we see your turtle?]" asks an adorable little girl, shyly, and I understand??

The children fucking love looking at the χελώνα and showing it to them is kind of magical?

I finally put the tortoise down on the grass of this wild area off to the side of the courtyard, and marvel aloud that it is weird that I barely know any Greek except how to say μια χελώνα.

"I think she will soon run off," a kind lady called Aspasia assures me, seeing I remain slightly anxious about its fate. "I don't know why I'm saying 'she'. I suppose because χελώνα is feminine in Greek."

"Yes! I know that!" I exclaim, thrilled.

"Well done!" she says. And also she asks if we are OK for drinking water after the storm and if we need any help with anything and is just generally incredibly lovely and now we know more of the neighbours!

So "μια χελώνα" has just become, by a long way, my most-used and most understood and all-around most conversationally successful phrase in Greek. So I guess I have to admit I was wrong to doubt Duolingo's wisdom: it is correct to be obsessed with turtles. And I concede that prior to learning how to count to ten or to distinguish right from left, the simple ability to yell the word TURTLE over and over again is, it turns out, a crucial element of the responsible traveller's social skills.

(I am pretty fluent in Italian and turtles haven't come up in conversation even once?)

[surrealistisk-reise]

Dag 5

Jeg og Henrik har fullført 2/3 dager av dykkekurset vårt og imorgen vil vi være sertifiserte til å dykke ned til 30 meter. Andre dagen med dykking var mye bedre, havet var roligere, guiden mer tydelig og fikk dreisen på oppdriften/ buoyancy. Vi så en havslange, masse skilpadder og et skipsvrak. De av oss som har dykket i utlandet før har nok begynt på de fineste stedene som i Thailand og Indonesia, havbunnen her er ikke like spennende, men dette har nok mye med at vi er utenfor dykkesesongen å gjøre.

Etter fullført kurs imorgen skal vi vurdere hvor mye vi vil dykke og eventuelt leie oss brett til surfing. Det har vært varmere de siste dagene og vi må nå holde oss i havet eller innendørs midt på dagen for å unngå heteslag. Vi begynner også å bli litt kjent i byen, noe som gjør det enklere å unngå turistfellene og oppleve litt andre ting enn det vi vanligvis gjør.

[wosoamazing]

Sharpie

Ingrid x Mapi x Child!R

Let me know if you would like me to write anymore about Søta. Based off this request, its only short but I hope you like it. (Also IDK how good it is but yeah)

“Oh my God, look at you,” Frido says as she walks into the locker room. She had argued it was her turn to get you so you could ‘join’ them for gym session, only to find you covered in sharpie head to toe beaming with pride.

“Look like Mami,” you exclaim, pointing out the mark on your neck, you've scribbled on yourself everywhere that Mami has tattoos so you can look just like her.

“You do look like Mami, should we go show her?” you nod eagerly, jumping down from the bench and running over to her, taking out her outstretched hand.

You sprint ahead into the gym, completely bypassing Mamma, and crashing straight into Mami’s legs.

“Søta, careful,” Mamma calls out but you just ignore her, not having heard her, too focused on showing Mami how you look like her.

“Good luck getting that off, it’s sharpie,” Frido laughs as she hands said sharpie to Ingrid.

“Ingrid, look how cute she is,” Mapi says from across the room.

“We match Mamma,” you exclaim running and crashing into her legs.

“You do match with Mami don’t you,” she picks you up so you are perched on her hip, “and Mami is going to get to clean you up before media, isn’t she,” Mamma says.

“Good luck Mapi, I hope you know how to get sharpie off a child,” Frido snickers and Mami looks to Mamma who just raises her eyebrow, before Mami takes you from her arms and into the physios room, hoping they will know how to get it off.

____

“min lille kjærlighet, what’s wrong,” Mamma asks as you crash into her legs in tears, Mami running into the locker room just after you, “you’re okay,” she tells you as she picks you up in her arms, your body already visibly relaxing in her hold. She sifts through your bag, “Do you want your skilpadde (turtle)?” she asks, finally finding it in your bag and you nod, quickly taking it from her, clutching at it as you smush your face in its fur before dropping your head onto her shoulder. 

“She didn’t like me cleaning her up and then she started crying and ran, I’m sorry,” Mami says, tearing up herself, and Ingrid readjusts you in her arms, so she has a free arm to wrap around Mapi’s shoulders.

“Go have a shower, she’ll be good when you get out,” Ingrid tells her as she presses a kiss into the side of her head, and Mapi nods before leaving, however she can’t help but feel upset. You’re Ingrids, she knows that, but you're now hers as well, and she can't help but feel she is doing something wrong every time you turn to Ingrid for comfort and not her.

-

“What happened, huh?” Mamma asks after a long time of pacing up and down the hall with you, waiting for you to calm down.

“Mami, doesn’t like me,” you answer tearfully.

“That’s not true Søta, Mami loves you more than anything,”

“But Mami didn’t want to match,” you pout

“I did want to match Søta,” Mami says having come out into the hall to find you

“No, you cleaned my matching off,”

“That wasn’t because I didn’t want to match Søta but because we’ve got to take photos, so we need to be nice and clean,” you nod at her seemingly happy again before she scoops you into her arms.

____

It was later that week when Mami returned home from her unexplained outing. Coming in with a bag and placing it on the table, before heading into the bedroom, hoping to find you there, but you weren’t both you and Ingrid were missing.

“Søta, go get your coat,” Mapi heard Ingrid say as the door opened.

“Maps, you home?” Ingrid asked having seen her car in the driveway, “I thought I told you to stop buying Søta things, she has enough Barça stuff as it is,” Ingrid sighs as she sees the bag on the counter.

“What’s this?” Ingrid asks as she walks into their bedroom holding up the package.

“It’s for søta,” Mapi shrugs, taking it off Ingrid and opening it up.

“She already has plenty of Barça jersey’s,” 

“Sì, but this one is different,”

“How?” Mapi turns the jersey around to show Ingrid and instead of it being blank or having Engen 23 on it, it was a María León 4 Jersey.

“So we can match, when she walks out with me,”

“She is going to love that you know that right, and we never said she was walking out with you, she’s walking out with me,” Ingrid replies.

“We’ll just let her choose which shirt she wants to wear this weekend then, and that will decide who she walks out with,” Mapi grins as she slips past Ingrid and starts heading towards your bedroom.

“María,” Ingrid whines quickly following after her

[sarcasmink]

✨ merry xMas ✨ Ho Ho Ho #illustration #procreate #xmas #christmas #skilpadde #turtle https://www.instagram.com/p/CJL0UEgAze1/?igshid=1mf2rbu4wv25o

[morsommebilder]

The Great Turtle Escape høy vinkel riss av en skilpadde

[amaliesofiavl]

#skilpadde (her: Rome, Italy) https://www.instagram.com/p/B67qsiSgsPi/?igshid=1gd05nu9cs2kl

[cyborgzoi]

inspired by the method by @comet-song-solo , my mtl ocs as close as i could get them to the show style !

left to right, top to bottom are Scottie (18, they/them), Krzysztof (21, he/him), Nicki (17, she/he) and Eliza (12, she/her).