#TorSan

[ineedminions]

Sideline Phone Call

Just a short Tormund/Sansa fluff fic that was inspired by the Tik Tok video I saw about Joe Montana calling his wife from the sideline phones.

[kitsfics]

[kargrub]

Tiefling Warlock who’s patron is Mothman!! His acquaintances think he’s a bit creepy but he’s just trying his best to do his patron proud!! (says Kengrub instead of Kargrub bc I posted it on Twitter first)

[the-red-wulf]

“MAKE OUR ESCAPE”

AU - Modern - In which the Groom steals his Bride away from their reception...

“Come with me” he whispered quickly, taking her hand to pull her away from the gathered crowd. Their attention had diverted for a brief moment and he meant to take advantage of it. 

“Where are we going?” she laughed in reply, keeping in step as they slipped out the side door of the banquet hall and into the night’s darkness. 

“It’s time to make our escape” he laughed, turning back to her to waggle his eyebrows with a smirk.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23565349/

[grittyknittygrrrl]

The Red-Headed Santa

A TorSan Christmas one-shot.

[djuniperstudios]

Miraculous was her birth-

10th daughter of the 10th daughter,

delivered by a doula in a dim, dirty room,

her strong wail heard through thin walls.

The babes Mark was unmistakable,

a dark chasm across fresh flesh-

pink skin broken by the Crag of Torsan

a blessing withheld 10 generations.

Rumors spread, and offers were made-

child of power appraised and inspected,

bids growing day by day-

until the Brothers came.

Dark of cloth, a fearful sight,

they claimed the child by rights,

the faith of the Ferris rigid,

and their gold just as bright.

Taken in light of day,

the child's fate was sealed-

her life of confinement and solitude,

unfettered wings in a gilded cage.

[ezarelz]

♡ Heart'o'mines ♡

Cupid for: @nohr

Pairing: Ophelia (OC) x Muriel of the Kokhuri

Wordcount: 2k

Summary: Ophelia spent the entire night studying heart'o'mines, a type of flower that blooms during Valentines Day and whose medical properties are of great value. Muriel, her boyfriend, had stayed up to keep her company, before succombing to sleep. Ophelia, however, does not join him in bed. Instead, she heads to their garden to start the harvest. The earlier she finishes her task, the sooner she can focus on the surprise date she had planned for her lover and her. It seems, however, that her plans for the day are of no use as Muriel, along with some of their closest friends, already came up with a plan for the day.

They were not only pretty flowers, heart’o’mines possessed impressive medical properties. Ophelia knew this because she had stayed up all night studying this rare breed. She also knew that they only bloomed on Valentines Day, a day during which love filled the air. Ophelia knew better than to rush into the garden this early in the morning. Carefully, not to wake Muriel from his slumber, she lifted his arm before slipping out of their bed. She then threw on a hoodie of his, much too large for her, but warm and carrying his scent. She rolled up the sleeve until her hands poked out of them, before retrieving another large hoodie and setting it on his nightstand. “Emergency hoodie if he, too, needs one”, she thought, nodding slightly to herself. “Be back soon”, she whispered, gently caressing his cheek before tip-toeing out of their bedroom. She then grabbed the skirt she wore during gardening chores, went in front of the mirror to observe herself as she tightened an apron around her waist, slid her rubber boots on, and made her way to the garden.

Outside, the fireflies danced around the purple bulbs of light scattered across the wooden structure of their vineyard. Years prior, Ophelia would have stayed a bit longer, long enough to enjoy their dance, but the earlier she was done harvesting, the sooner she could prepare a surprise rendezvous with Muriel. Asra had offered to collect heart’o’mines for her, but she refused. She knew their harvest was tiring, and she could not help but have noticed a greater difficulty when doing readings ever since his last travel; she would not want to burden him any further. “Muriel did bring him a cauldron of the soup we made yesterday…” she thought, absent-mindedly tearing out the flowers from the ground.

Suddenly, she heard voices coming from the dark woods neighboring their garden. She ducked into tall grass, remaining silent to identify the voices. “I can’t believe you have me up this early in the morning, Asra. Some of us heavily rely on our beauty-sleep time!” These words, which could only be Lucio's, were followed by a sigh. Ophelia slowly came out of her hiding spot to look out for her friends. Not too far away, in the dark, stood Asra, Ilya, Nadia, Pasha, and Lucio, whose features became progressively clearer as they stepped into the vineyard’s lights. Their steps were energetic, assured, and the smile on their faces suggested that they were well-rested and had prepared for a visit in advance; well everyone, except Lucio. Tired, but delighted nonetheless, Ophelia approached her friends with open arms. After having greeted everyone, she invited them inside for some tea. While heart’o’mines were valuable, she knew better than to sacrifice quality time with loved ones for plants, even those that bloomed yearly. She could always buy them at the marketplace; they were expensive, but money was no longer an issue for Muriel and her. Her ointments and potions were, after all, well-reputed in Vesuvia.

After having treated everyone to a cup of Torsan red tea, an herb she had bred herself while gardening, she set a generous fruit platter and fresh pastries on the low table around which they were sat, before sitting down herself. “Should I wake Muriel up?” she hesitated, before choosing not to. He had stayed up to keep her company for quite long, and she did not have the heart to shorten his night any further.

“Thank you for the warm welcome, Ophelia. You always knew how to spoil your friends rotten.” Asra said, twisting his index into his dimple, earning a light bow and a small smile from Ophelia. “It is only natural. To what do we owe the pleasure?” she asked, glancing around her so as to invite anyone to answer. “I am aware of the impact heart’o’mines have had on the development of treatments against devastative diseases. I know that they only bloom today, so we rested in decalage to be able to harvest them for you. Lucio did not follow the order-'' Asra frowned while throwing the himbo a heavy side eye, before he continued: “but I have energizing potions, and we all have the heart to do it.” “For me?” Ophelia echoed his previous statement, taken aback by the sudden favor. “For you.”, Muriel’s morning hoarse voice came from the stairs, behind her. There on the steps stood Muriel, arms and legs crossed, leaning onto the wall. His blood-red buttoned blouse hugged his large chest to perfection. He was irresistible; the light blush painted across his cheeks rendered him so. Across his neck dangled a necklace whose centerpiece was tucked into his blouse, but she recognized it nonetheless. It was the necklace she offered him during their first Valentines Day together, two years ago. The small smile that crept across his features brought Ophelia back to her senses. She shook her head lightly, appearing confused, but amused. “Muriel? What is the meaning of all of this? I am so confused. Did you ask them to visit tonight-” she asked, her question punctuated with light chuckles. “Well, this morning? This early?”, Ophelia corrected herself, glancing at the large clock beside him. “I did,” he immediately admitted, watching his feet as he stepped down the stairs. “You have been nothing short of a heavenly partner, and I could not thank you enough for what you do for me, Ophelia; I hope this much is clear,” Muriel said, his voice resolute, as he clasped Ophelia’s hands in his. “But I also need you to be more mindful of your limits. I need you to be well-rested and relaxed, which is why you will not be working today.” He added, stepping closer. One of his hands let go of hers to gently get hold of her cheek.

“Heart’o’mines are of great use, and you and Asra have created quite many ointments with them.” He added, causing Ophelia to look back at their friends. But they were no longer in sight; they had silently left the couple alone during her exchange with Muriel. Ophelia blushed, she should have known. Despite his constant progress, Muriel never spoke this openly, this confidently in front of a crowd, no matter how small. Plus, his tender words were meant for her and her only; an audience would have been bothersome. “Which is why our friends have proposed to harvest them while we enjoy a day in each other's company.” Muriel’s arm circled her, bringing her flush against his chest. Her arms naturally slid against his back, squeezing him with what strength she had left. She nuzzled her head against his chest, content to be in his arms, and excited at the prospect of spending the day with her man. She then stepped back, the warmth of his body leaving her as she did, before heading up the stairs hurriedly. “Let me dress accordingly!” she exclaimed as she ran into their walk-in closet.

She returned sporting a silky white blouse with loose puffy sleeves and a navy blue high-waisted, mid-length, flowy skirt. Her pastel pink hair was pinned back with a white bow, and another bow, this time a dark pink, was tied around her collar. Her brown mary janes were fit for a walk in the forest, or so their seller had assured her. She rhythmically jumped down the stairs before wrapping both of her arms around one of his. The tall man glanced down to his girlfriend, whose infectious smile brought one to his face, too. “You seem to have quite the energy gain, it absolutely warms my heart. I have been meaning to share this with you since our arrival in this new place. This new home of ours. Come with me.” Hand in hers, Muriel guided Ophelia into the dark forest, following a path drawn out by glowing beige rocks set on the ground. A few minutes later, Muriel’s hand slid out of her, and his steps ceased; they had arrived at a waterfall. Ophelia stepped into the moonlight, mouth open, right hand flat against her heart. “Oh, Muriel, it’s beautiful.” She muttered, fascinated by the scenery. She distractedly reached for his hand, which he linked to hers, before bringing it to his mouth and kissing her knuckles. “I’m glad you find this place beautiful. This part of the forest hides many other secrets. Watch!” Muriel said, before sweeping Ophelia off her feet and earning a light gasp from her. “What more can this place offer?” she asked, laughing at Muriel’s sudden move, but Muriel did not answer. Instead, he gently set her onto a bed of pillows before laying by her side. She reached for him again, sliding his arm under her head and pressing herself to his side, but kept her head toward the sky. It was particularly clear and active tonight. Within a matter of minutes, a dozen shooting stars had crossed the sky.

“This is nothing short of divine, Muriel. We need to come here more often.” Ophelia pleaded, rubbing his large pecs in gentle circular motions. Muriel’s smile grew slightly, and he turned onto his side to face her. Her eyes in his, he began: “These phenomenons can only be seen today, and in the presence of people that reside in our heart.” He admitted. “And I wanted you to know that, tonight, I see a sky full of stars... In your presence, I witness nothing short of a celestial spectacle.” He continued, slowly sitting up. He leaned back onto his hand. Ophelia sat up, too, before straddling his thighs. “You are too kind, Muriel, your words warm my heart. No amount of shooting stars would make me half as happy as you do.” Muriel’s cheeks reddened, and his other arm pulled Ophelia in for a long, slow kiss. Ophelia laid a hand against his torso to separate them gently. “How might I return the favor, Muriel? What would make you happy?” she asked, distractedly tracing small patterns on his pecs. “Ophelia, I could not be happier. I-” he hesitated, before continuing, “- I have never been this happy, ever, actually.” He said, brows furrowing slightly. Ophelia knew of Muriel’s difficult past and had greatly helped him feel safe and important around others. Indeed, Muriel no longer panicked when the Vesuvian marketplace filled with a large crowd, and he had more than once asked Ignatius, the local baker, for loaves of pumpkin bread. Tears of joy welled in Ophelia’s eyes, and Muriel’s large thumb caressed the ones that had streaked down her cheeks. His eyes got teary, as well, and he brought their foreheads against one another. “I love you. Today, tomorrow, and forever. I used not to think about the future. I had nothing to look forward to… But that was before I met you. You’re quite the blessing, Ophelia.” He spoke calmly, confidently, before kissing the tip of her nose. Ophelia’s hands gently cupped his jaw, bringing his lips to hers once again. “I love you, too, Muriel. Know that my love for you knows no limit.” She smiled sheepishly: “I… I had a surprise planned later, tonight. I was still thinking about how to go about it, but it involved baked goods, chocolate, fruits and a Prakran recipe I wanted to try. A picnic, of sorts.” She peppered his face with light kisses, a satisfied grin plastered on her face. Then, from the dark woods came Inanna, carrying on her back a bag whose scent promised an exquisite meal and strawberry shortcake for dessert. Ophelia's eyes widened and Muriel's smile grew. He had planned everything in advance for the day, for them. For her. The two lovers spent the early hours of the morning in one another’s arms, treating their partner to pastries and heart-shaped chocolates now and then. Little did Ophelia know then that this would become a tradition of theirs, one that they would carry with them and honor well into their old days.

♡ The End ♡

Author's note: Heart'o'mines are not true flowers; they do not exist (to my knowledge), but If I were to name a new breed of flowers, I would call them as such. It just sounds adorable! Just as adorable as your OC, Ophelia, sounds :)! Hope she enjoyed Muriel's surprise.

[musicainextenso]

“Irinel Anghel, Călin Torsan, and Alexandru Claudiu Maxim invite us to metaphorically cross the Styx on Halloween, within the Ligeti Festival in Transylvania - 2020. It will be a brilliant video trick, as well as a magnificent artistic treat! Recommended for people who think/listen/see ”outside the box”, not ”outside the boat” in this journey... Enjoy and keep your headphones on!”

👻 Please enjoy this video from the Ligeti Festival 2020! - Editor-in-Chief

[ineedminions]

38 Seconds

Sansa saves the travel day and her vacation.

[zaturk]

Zammorian & Torsan/Balan @ Quantic

Zammorian & Torsan/Balan @ Quantic

Quantic , BucureștiIntrarea Grozavestijoi, 26 august Participarea la acest eveniment este permisă conform legilor in vigoare (*) pentru EXTERIOR. Zammorian revin pe scena Quantic după o absență de mai bine de 2 ani cu un concert amplu care va include piese de pe următorul release, partea a II-a a albumului concept The Theory of Absence. Back-to-back cu acest show, duo-ul eclectic…

[azvolrien]

OC Trivia - Childhood Miscellany

Let’s do some more of these.

Fayn has the genes to be considerably taller than she is; the Falkari tended to be rather statuesque with six feet being a pretty normal height for a woman, and her dad Aren was built very much along the same lines as Emperor Zarannon (i.e. not wholly unlike a bear). Unfortunately growing up feral doesn’t lend itself to great nutrition, so she never got any taller than 5′7″. Which is still above average for the wider human population, just a bit short for the Falkari.

Speaking of Emperor Zarannon, he’s the oldest of six brothers (technically paternal half-brothers, but he wasn’t raised to put much stock in that distinction). Their names - in descending age-order - are Rived, Torsan, Adimar, Handro and Lerek. Zar’s not remotely worried that any of them will try to usurp his throne, because when he was a young prince feeling the weight of his title and he raised the idea of maybe, possibly stepping out of the line of succession and passing it to one of his brothers, they all immediately ran off to take up posts as far away from the Imperial City as they could get without actually leaving the continent.

Wygar’s parents intended to raise him with a connection to elfin culture, but when they asked for advice on how to go about this, Stormlord Halleth (then just Journeyman Halleth) gently pointed out that there isn’t really a definitive ‘elfin culture’ any more than there is a ‘human culture’ and that, since Wy was a foundling, they had no way of knowing anything about his birth heritage. They settled for making sure he had some good elfin role models instead.

Roan mentioned in Seal Story that her grandfather homeschooled her until she was twelve. This isn’t completely true, as he did try enrolling her in the nearest village school when she was five, but due to a combination of factors that went so badly that he decided he wasn’t going to subject her to it for another few years. High school wasn’t a great experience for her either, but at least she’d had more time to build up a bedrock of confidence by then.

Asta literally never left the Imperial City until she was twelve years old, when her parents took her out for a holiday by the Eastern Lakes. This was also the first time she met her paternal grandmother in person; Grandma Yasmin rode up from the Hawk Steppes for the occasion. (Asta’s parents, I have decided, were named Antony and Kaja.)

[kargrub]

Torsan’s features have taken a bit of a turn for the weird since he made the pact as nothing more than a child. His tongue has become moth-like and his bottom teeth have grown almost like tusks, and his eyes, that were just pink before, have gained a weird texture.

[the-red-wulf]

“FAVORITE SIGHT”

AU - Modern - In which Sansa accidentally meets an unlikely prince charming...

Sansa could only stand awkwardly on the side of the room, on one leg since she only had one shoe, and wait for him to return. If he was truly going to---

“Oh” she saw him emerge from the dancefloor, looking like a knight in shining armor in his black tuxedo and her missing nude pump in his hands. 

“Found it” he knelt in front of her and placed his hand on her ankle. She obeyed his silent command, lifting her foot to his care. His flesh was warm, so warm, and she nearly trembled as he slid the shoe back onto her foot, his fingers brushing the heel and top of her foot as he did so. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22207648/

[dianapopescu]

7 ianuarie: Ziua Furcii de Tors

An de an, pe 7 ianuarie, Ziua Furcii de Tors celebrează acest instrument și ceea ce simboliza acesta în decursul Evului Mediu și chiar după aceea, munca femeilor pentru a le furniza îmbrăcăminte societății, mai ales membrilor familiei. https://www.diane.ro/2022/01/7-ianuarie-ziua-furcii-de-tors.html

[djuniperstudios]

Her mother had always told her

of the women who'd come before,

stalwart in their stride

and foolish in their pride.

Blessed as a chosen Clan

their power had grown with time

until a drought robbed them

of a generational prodigy.

Over generations they fervently pleaded

for a return to the strength they knew,

for the luxury it brought them,

their powerless progeny multiplying rapidly.

After many years of toiled hands,

a girl was born, marked as such

that her price lifted one spawn

from the curse of Torsan.

[liodenblacklist]

Update on Lioden Blacklist

Lioden Blacklist will be changed to be only for the worst of the worst and scammers and other things that you guys listed as what should be warned for. System will be users will be divided up into tiers of shittiness. This is all just brainstorming, things may be changed. Other things from the survey that many agreed with and don't conflict with the following will probably be implemented.

A 🙈means they've been mentioned for/accused of one of the behaviors, but nothing really substantial and there wasn't evidence or it just seems like a dubious accusation. There would be no time limit to this because it's not meant to be an actual warning, it's just something to keep in mind.

One 💩 would be for users who had more than 2 accusations, or if whatever they did is a matter of opinion - for example: lowballing isn't a scam, but many players feel it is taking advantage of players who don't know any better. 3 poop and 2 poop level users who haven't had any negative posts for a year would move down to this tier. Original 1 poop users would go down to 🙈 after a year.

💩💩 would be for users who had more than 5 accusations, or if what they did was clearly something bad and there was evidence.

💩💩💩 would be for users with more than 8 accusations and for users who seem to have done something repeatedly or multiple shitty things.

💩💩💩💩 would be an upgraded rating for people who show no remorse, a lot of accusations or proof, and it's something clearly malicious

💩💩💩💩💩 would be the worst of the worst grade for those who absolutely cannot be trusted.

💀 would be an extra group that includes an additional shit rating. It indicates users that have been permanently banned.

The "more than #" would not be strict just general guidelines.

All user's rating would be able to be petitioned to change, either through tumblr or email. We would not post any asks if someone tells not to post it, but obviously anon asks can't be answered privately. If the request seems very reasonable to us we will change it, if not, we will offer to post the petition (without names) to see what others think. Requests for a new rating should be accompanied by evidence from lioden or tumblr.

Separate Salt Database blog, password protected. Password changes every week. To get password, you must email (can use throwaway email) and fill out a form including your intentions (you stay anonymous though). This is for people who just like gossip and are curious about things that have happened. This would have all the original stuff. I know many users don't like the idea of this. However, when I first joined and started talking to people, I was very curious about a lot of people and things that were mentioned. I read through a lot of coal and the other blogs, and it was just fun to learn about all the drama. It hasn't effected any of my friendships or trades with people. I (the main person behind this whole thing) originally wanted to provide a place for others who just love drama and want to know - and not necessarily use the more immature stuff. This is my favor to others who might be like me. We all realize that gossip is not a nice thing... but it's a very human thing to do (at all ages) and we're not going to act like we're above that or we don't enjoy it. For us at least, reading that someone said something bitchy in chat 7 months ago to someone else isn't going to make us hate that person or treat them differently. In some cases, we might even like them more for it! I mean hell, jax has been criticized probably the most out of any regular user and they still have a huge following and defenders. We acknowledge that this is not going to spread love and peace, so we're separating it and restricting access to it. But it is definitely still happening.

A Lioden Major Events Timeline could also be maintained on a separate blog. This would create a quick and easy reference for things that have happened. It would include stuff like torsane incident, the major genetics change, the helpers quitting and going on COAL, and the helper system being dissolved. This would not have accusations against specific users, it would just detail their involvement in whatever happened and nothing else that's unrelated. (Like, if Insane was accused of making a racist joke two months before the ban - which is 100% made up that didn't happen - that would not be mentioned)

Please send in asks/emails to let us know your opinions on this development!