#alsatia

[ancestorsalive]

“In the 17th century, there existed, just outside the walls of the City Of London, near Farringdon, an area of lawlessness inhabited by rascals, vagabonds and ladies of the night, commonly known as Alsatia and beyond the reach of common law. In the book Wonderful London, it is suggested that the woman here may be a descendent of "one of the queans of Alsatia". The term "quean" is a wholly derogatory one, the implication being that this woman is either a prostitute, or a miscreant of an unknown variety. But if she could speak to us now, perhaps her story would contradict the rather unpleasant assumptions about her status.”

[mytastessuck]

Galneryus: Alsatia

I remember being on the Anime section of Awesome Music on TV Tropes and seeing a description for this song that goes as follows, paraphrased: "The theme song from Mnemosyne gets you revved up for a show with all your gory, raping, immortal lesbian needs!" The first thing I thought was, "Wow, I hope I never bump into whoever wrote that in real life." And my second thought after listening to it is "Damn, the Japanese own us at power metal."

Song Score: 12023/10

[uselesssimplesbian]

if its one thing imma do, its spam reblog for hours after forgetting my account exists for weeks, and then doing it all again in a few more weeks. i miss the days where i had buckets of freetime to scroll as i pleased

anyways i love these middle aged ppl so much bro 2000s jmetal and power metal is just stier and this is the best song to ever exist it really is dont argue with me you will lose because you are wrong if you disagree ALSATIA is the lords work.

and no i dont have premium buy it for me or stfu imma free user for life

[bygonely]

Alsatian Women in their Traditional Costumes and beautiful Headdress from the Early 20th Century

[postcard-from-the-past]

100 years ago:

Ribeauvillé by bracchettid on Flickr.

[fortunaestalta]

[dailyspiceandwolf]

What are you looking at? You want an apple?

[doctor-octiddius]

I am once again drawing fanart of stuff that no one on this planet cares about :3

(Alsatia my gf)

[theluckywizard]

Kiss Me Moonstruck, Ch. 6: Incorrigible

Hawke x Trevelyan | DA2 | Matchmaking Mischief | Fluff and Smut | Fish out of Water | Romantic Comedy

Gif by @lazysunjade

Chapter Summary:

Garrett and Rose trip deeper into this Maker-damned game they're playing.

Fic Summary:

Smashed together in a matchmaking scheme cooked up by their enterprising mothers, Garrett Hawke and Rose Trevelyan are forced to endure one another for a whole week over Satinalia at the Hawke Estate. Rose hears he’s a swashbuckling treasure hunter, as wild as he is handsome and as ill-bred as he is rich. Garrett suspects she’s a brat of an ingenue by the string of rejected marriage proposals behind her. Determined to prove to the other that they could not be less compatible, they quickly find their mothers’ plot might be working better than they thought.

Excerpt below the cut 👇

A few short blocks later they come upon a narrow street laced with vibrant banners in scarlet and amber. Painted signs with provocative names. The Crowing Cock. The Blooming Rose. The Sheath and Dagger. Taverns, Rose suspects, since the street is all but deserted at this relatively early hour save for a few workers sweeping. Rose looks back into the barouche to see a little war playing out between Leandra and Garrett—  Garrett urging the driver to stop while Leandra furiously waves him on. The driver stops.

“And this is the—”

“Tavern row! Where people come to relax after a long day!” hurries Leandra.

Garrett’s eyes twinkle at his mother. “A kind of relaxation anyway. And I suppose they’re technically taverns.”

Rose’s brow lifts as she takes his meaning. Houses of ill-repute stacked one on top of the other and so near to the fine homes of Hightown. She cranes her neck and assesses them with a curiosity that pops and snaps inside her. The potted topiaries seem a bit out of place she admits, and all the signs seem finely carved and painted— though she detects the vestiges of mischief, the scrubbed off remnants of a G on the The Crowing Cock . By her mother’s twitchiness she must also have her suspicions but Leandra begs the driver to continue and the barouche lurches to life once more. 

“And this is the Guild Quarter! It’s where Dwarven merchants negotiate and tra— is that blood on the cobbles? I think it is! Looks like the city guard had their hands full last night.”

Indeed, here and there the crevices between the cobbles pool with drying blood. Alsatia draws a handkerchief over her lips. Leandra shoots her son a stony look. Rose makes a show of stroking her chin and then speaks. 

“Well, I think that shade of red really sets off the banners,” she says, daring a glance at the man across from her. She’s practically drunk on the little game between them, her pulse thumping in her wrists as she folds her hands across her lap.

Garrett bites down on a sudden grin and shakes his head.

“Really, Rose,” hisses Alsatia under her breath. Rose smiles knowingly to herself.

“It’s not as violent as everyone makes it seem ,” insists Leandra. “If you read the broadsheets I’m sure it must seem like Kirkwall will collapse under the weight of all the crime. But I assure you that is anything but the case. Viscount Dumar has a firm grasp on the reins of our dear city!”

Garrett slowly looks over at his mother with a cocked eyebrow.

“I won’t pretend that the reports of elevated criminal activity haven’t given me pause,” says Alsatia. “But surely the gates of Hightown will hold against the riff raff.”

The blood on the cobbles might suggest otherwise, but Rose bites her tongue.

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[wizardelf]

Mäz (he/him) is a spellcaster prodigy and outsider of elven society. abandoned by his mother as a baby he was raised by his father, Neremyn, til he passed away from a plague when Mäz was (human equivalent) of age 12. since he was gifted at magic at such a young age it was decided he'd be raised by the local wizard, advisor, and borderline hermit, Hatharal. Hatharal was a kind but a bit of an awkward and cold caretaker since he really had no idea how to raise a child, but he did his best and Mäz was raised learning all he could about magic and world history.

from a young age Mäz felt different and isolated from his peers. he never had an exact reason (the actual reason is his autism. he struggles a lot with empathy and relationships but in this universe no such label exists) and was never exluded, but he realized quickly he would never "fit in" and felt a great deal of loneliness from this mental isolation (being raised by a fellow weirdo did not help).

when Mäz reached young adulthood he set out on a personal journey to learn more about himself and the world around him, as his little elven village was quite isolated from human civilizations. he traveled to the bordering human city, Alsatia, where he studied for the next 60yrs as an academic. he made few friends, humans finding him off-putting and cold, even for an elf. he studied to become a wizard and became a talented spellcaster in only 40yrs, and went on low-scale dungeon crawls for hire.

fast forward to present day, he is traveling with another party (our current dnd group) when he receives a letter from Hatharal, which asks him to return home. it's been 60yrs and Hatharal has been doing metamagic research and wants to show Mäz his breakthrough. Mäz travels home with his companions to discover that by the time they've returned, elves have been under seige by a beastman army, lead by cultists who want to revive Vecna's right hand and eye, imprisoned in ancient elven ruins lost to time.

now, Mäz has set out to find the imprisoned Hierophant and destroy it before the cult finds it and frees them instead.

if you read this whole thing and/or reblog this i luv you 😊❤️

[kathxrat-01]

Alsatia (Karelore)

Fanart of one of my friend's OC'S from their novel!

[fullmusicbardsquared]

guys guys this is the movie of all time GET THIS. the vietnam veteran brother of the dead toy guy hates the factory he inherited and heard about industrial espionage. and invited his son patrick played by ll cool j to stop being in the cia or whatever and work to stop spying in the toy company. and he is introduced by digging himself out of a couch that he was disguised as for a FIVE MINUTE SCENE of the vietnam man being taunted by robin williams with deviled eggs and magnets. he is disguised with flowery pillows. i am going insane. HIS MILITARY HAT IS THE SAME AS THE FABRIC OF THE COUCH. also Alsatia My Wife is eating white bread with vitamin pills and HOLY SHIT PATRICK'S MOM DIED OF APPENDICITIS IN VIETNAM WHO IS THIS MOVIE FOR

[kai9999901]

The devil couldn't possibly be the most evil; even he needs permission to enter the body of another.

- Alsatia Maria

[mephorash]

the daughters of mnemosyne opening genuinely fucks so hard

[spiralcloudpassage]

ALSATIA – GALNERYUS

[yes-bernie-stuff]

Texte de méditation :

Romano Guardini, Le Seigneur, Alsatia, 1945 :

« Au début de l’âge moderne, on a érigé en dogme que le christianisme est l’ennemi du corps. Mais ce mot est pris là au sens de l’Antiquité païenne, de la Renaissance ou de notre époque, il s’agit du corps détaché de Dieu et idolâtré pour lui-même. En réalité, le christianisme seul a osé placer le corps dans les profondeurs les plus cachées de Dieu. »

Joseph Ratzinger, Le Ressuscité, DDB, 1986 :

« La foi en la résurrection de Jésus est une confession de l’existence réelle de Dieu et une confession de son acte créateur, du oui inconditionnel par lequel Dieu se situe face à la création, à la matière. La parole de Dieu pénètre véritablement jusqu’aux profondeurs du corps. »