#bastian steel

[tanlorin]

One of Bastian's lines when you equip him with a new weapon type.

[madamefluffnstuff]

Meet My ESO Vestiges!

A sort of sequel to my original text post, I've decided to (finally) share some screenshots of my various Elder Scrolls Online characters!

If you play on the NA Server on PC, send me a DM and I'll add you on there! 😊

(Long post w/Lots of pics below the cut ->)

1. Ebonymist

My main and longest running Vestige. Eye of the Queen and Champion of Anequina and Blackwood. Bows and arrows are her specialty, along with alchemy and lockpicking. Ebony is a very sweet and motherly Khajiit who firmly believes in Found Family and won't hesitate to take in strays. She also tends to be more on the sentimental side, holding on to anything of value (as well as pretty much any remotely shiny object or fascinating knick knack she finds.)

She's in a devoted companionship with Bastian Hallix.

2. Brenda Steel-Heart

Tall, blonde, can hold her mead, and can swing a greatsword with the best, Brenda is a Nordic Dragonknight warmaiden. She is fiercely loyal to the Ebonheart Pact and her homeland of Eastern Skyrim. She doesn't remember her biological family ever since Mannimarco wiped her memories, but she still considers her fellow soldiers Shield Brothers & Sisters. Centurion Gjakil and his wife Irna are the closest thing Brenda has to a "family" family, after she helped save their farm.

She's currently dating Naryu and has five dogs at her house in Windhelm.

3. Ursalie Fanstiana

Ursalie is the poster child for a Breton mage. "Dark" magic and crystal magic seems to be her specialty, but she has been known to summon the odd unstable minor Daedra or two (whether its intentional or not is anyone's guess). She is terribly shy and absolutely despises this "Hero of the Covenant" business. Any time she hears that title she wants nothing more than to crawl into a hole and let Oblivion take her. Nonetheless, the young mage has been trying very hard to open up and make friends, which is going pretty well!

Unfortunately, Ursalie is also a chronic overthinker; Jakarn's silky smooth words on and Darien's shameless flirting has had her staying up replaying conversations in her head more times than she cares to admit. Sir Stefan Mornard seems to treat her with basic human decency, though!

5. Reldaleyna and Peliion

My "Morticia and Gomez Addams Energy" couple, Reldaleyna and Peliion are complete and utter polar opposites. The Altmer mage comes from a long line of respectable nobility and the Bosmer Warden dragged himself out of the Valenwood forests one day, likely working off a bad Jagga hangover, and decided to become an adventurer. (Very) Long story short, Relda was also looking for a change from the stuffy Altmer society, and the two ran off together.

They eventually get married and have three kids who are as equally chaotic as their parents.

6. Patellia Tharn

A granddaughter of the infamous Abnur Tharn, Patellia does her best to keep the peace in her tumultuous and long-reached clan. She's a very competent fighter in her own right, and having a lofty family name definitely helps out, but Patellia wants to have a chance to prove herself on her own. This was put on hold after grandfather dearest's involvement with the Planemeld. Which she then felt honor and family bound to help fix.

She's not seeing anyone at the moment, in fact romance is the last thing on her mind while she's busy cleaning up the various Tharn Clan messes and saving the world. Maybe some day.

[whumpr]

Privacy: Part 2

Miguel has a normal day cont. Once again @crash-bump-bring-the-whump thank you for Mariano and Bastian Contains: Self Harm, Knives, Blood Part 1

__ The walk to the river was a short one, and from there it was only a little ways further to the grotto that would offer him a little more privacy. There was a waterfall shielding it that offered fresh running water for him to bathe in. It was a coveted spot, but one that was usually empty by the time he got to it. He started with his clothes. If he got them clean while the sun was still high then they'd be dry by the time he was done bathing. Kneeling in the shallows of the river and stripped down to nothing, he scrubbed the stubborn stains and mud from the colorful fabric. He laid them afterwards on a sunny rock to dry and finally waded fully into the deeper water of the river. The water was frigid and invigorating, as it usually was on even the hottest of days. The waterfall drowned out the stress and noise of the day, and as he scrubbed himself clean he began to fully relax. He didn’t hear the sound of approaching chatter until it was above him. “Miguel!” A voice called from overhead, “Miguel, what are you doing?”

Miguel sank down to his shoulders in the water, suddenly thankful for the opaque white water at the base of the falls. He looked up, seeing the smiling faces of Ferril and Teryn looking back from the top of the falls. The two brothers, no older than Miguel, had taken to him not one month after he’d arrived in town. Their particular method of showing affection was to make themselves a nuisance. Miguel had grown used to it.

“I’m–bathing.” Miguel called to them over the waterfall. He sank deeper into the water, letting it cover his shoulders and further hide him from their view.

“You’re what?” Teryn called back. Miguel didn’t answer; he could hear Ferril laughing faintly over the roar of the waterfall.

Teryn looked over his shoulder at his brother, shouting something Miguel couldn’t make out before turning back once again to shout down to him.

“Are you coming to the potluck next week, Miguel?” Teryn called. Of all times to ask, Miguel wondered why it had to be while he was naked. His cheeks felt warm as he sunk even deeper into the water and gave Teryn a silent thumbs up.

Ferril looked over the ledge in time to return the gesture, following it up with a salute. He took his brother by the arm and led him away, both of them laughing as they continued on their way.

And once again Miguel was alone, able to rise from the water, scars and all, without fear of being seen. He took his time finishing his bath, not keen on the idea of getting back into his clothes before they could dry. Though eventually, the sun began to set over the mountain, and he made his way to the shore.

The walk home was short, he had settled down in a small house on the edge of town. He wasn’t far from Tillie’s house, but there was enough distance that he had some privacy.

He trudged inside with his bag of preserves, setting it down on the table in his kitchen before settling himself into a wooden chair in the corner of the room. Light was still streaming in from the sunset outside, but he would need a steadier source.

With two fingers pinched over the wick, he lit the candle on the table next to him. Its faint orange glow illuminated the room, and shone off the steel of the sharpened knife next to it.

It was mundane, the way he stripped out of his shirt, the way he tossed it aside on the floor. The scars he had tried so hard to hide earlier were on full display now, a tapestry of intricate runes strewn across his body. As he summoned the knife from the table with his magic, a rune on his collarbone glimmered to light, dying down as soon as he dismissed the unseen hand.

Mariano Ortiz. The Kingslayer. The man who had taken the honor of pact bonding with a dragon for King Lanzo only to squander it. Only to come back and kill him. Mariano Ortiz had destroyed everything. Everything Miguel had worked for–everything all the war mages had worked for.

The tip of the knife sunk into the top layer of Miguel’s skin, right at the base of his ribs. The rune there was incomplete, meant to grant Miguel the power to breathe fire, it currently only caused him to smell smoke. He knew what strokes were missing.

It was agony, especially over such sensitive skin, but he couldn’t leave it incomplete. Against Mariano–against his dragon–he couldn’t afford for a single rune to not be functional.

So he worked, and he dragged the knife across his skin in short, jagged motions. He held his breath with every stroke, and gasped for air each time the knife left his skin. It always made him feel faint. He didn’t stop.

Mariano had killed King Lanzo in front of Miguel. Miguel would kill Mariano in front of his dragon. He was sure the dragon would kill him in turn. So be it.

Smoke mingled with his labored breath as he completed the rune; he inhaled it each time he breathed in. By the time he set the bloodied knife back on the table his hands were shaking, his vision swimming. He braced both hands against the table to rise.

Miguel let out a slow, deliberate breath, seething in pain as the rune glowed and fire flickered through his teeth.

He stumbled to the mirror at the end of his room. The last shreds of sunlight fell over his bare chest and illuminated the fresh wounds on his stomach. They weren’t perfect, and they weren’t enough, but they would work.

He’d keep working. When the time came to find Mariano, he would be ready.

[fortunafavours]

Care to share some facts about the ROs?

oh, absolutely! i'll drop a few about each:

Malcolm

Has been imprisoned twice, and nearly hanged once. Not something he's really proud of, but not something he shies away from either.

Knows how to use a sword! It should come as no surprise to anyone that he was training from young to enter squirehood and eventually knighthood. He swapped paths when he was sixteen and needed something to keep him out of trouble, so blacksmithing kept him busy. Turns out he was good at it and stuck with it as it's meditative for him in nature.

Everything Malcolm forges has his signature on it: a small M engraved somewhere on the steel or handle. That's how you know it's an authentic Ashford blade and of good quality.

If Malcolm had a dnd class, he would be a LG oath of devotion paladin with the artisan background

Cyril

Loves cats. Has had a few in his lifetime, currently has two, both black: Mischief and Mayhem. Mischief is a sleek black and Mayhem is a fuzzy black.

Is left handed!

Not really religious, but definitely knows a lot of sayings for the old gods and uses them regularly. The one he refers to most often is Bastian, god of dawn and dusk and the patron of shadows and rogues.

If Cyril had a dnd class, he would be a CG/LN grave domain cleric with the charlatan background

E

Has fairly good memory recall and is likely to know exactly what you're trying to refer to. However, the pitfall to this is that it makes them not a very good liar. "I don't know" doesn't fly when you can remember where you were on August 15th at 3:55 in the afternoon.

Reads EXTREMELY corny romance novels for fun, but would rather gnaw their own hands off than admit that outloud

Knows a lot about ships. They're from a merchant family and spent a lot of time between ports, so they have a random assortment of knowledge on boats.

If E had a dnd class, they would be a LG conjuration wizard with the sage background

JJ

Was an annoying theatre kid (speaking as an ex-annoying theatre kid). It shows in their debate style, as they cannot help the flair for the dramatic.

Knows how to count cards and has, on occasion, used loaded dice. You could take them to a gambling den and win, but you'd have to know when to haul 'em out. Not because they have issues with gambling, but because they have far too large an ego and would blow it pretty quick.

Of all the ROs, JJ is the least likely to give you a nickname as a term of endearment and instead, always use your full preferred name. However you introduce yourself to them is how they'll refer to you (i.e. if you say your name is Daniel, they'll never refer to you as Dan or Danny unless you say so, even if others around you are doing it). They're very proper in this way. Likewise, they absolutely hate being called Jamie/Janey. It's either James/Jane or JJ.

If JJ had a dnd class, they would be a CG glamour bard with the courtier background

D

like their younger brother, D also has magic, and actually made it through SCEPTRE training with top marks, but didn't qualify for the group. So instead, they were made head of the sorcerer division of the kingsguard.

If Fortuna were set in a modern verse, they would have the most "dad rock" taste in music of all time. Like, Journey, Aerosmith, Queen etc. They'd have a record player and their favourite records and get tons of mileage from it.

Takes great care of their mount. One of those real rider/beast bonds, was probably a horse girl.

If D had a dnd class, they would be a... lawful... oath of the crown paladin with the knight of the order background

A

In certain circles, and once you get to know them better, they utilize their mother's surname of Larkspur as they themselves hold no love for the Calyx crown either. Being a pawn in greater political ambitions does not suit them well.

Very religious. Depending on the twin, the deity they follow changes. Amaranthus is a follower of Viralaine, goddess of love and death, whereas Amaryllis is a follower of Valentine, goddess of mercy and justice. They have very different perspectives on this.

If they aren't tending to their duties at the temple, then they're usually in the burial mounds paying respect to the departed. The dead keep the best secrets after all.

If A had a dnd class, they would be a NG twilight cleric with the acolyte background

[dear-indies]

hey! can i ask if you have suggestions for indonesian men fcs (full or biracial) who are in their 20s? thank you!

Jordan Connor (1991) Chinese, Vietnamese, Thai, Indonesian, Papua New Guinean, Samoan / Croatian, Spanish, Greek, Italian.

Kevin Julio (1993) Indonesian, Dutch.

Refal Hady (1993) Indonesian.

Harris Illano Vriza (1993) Indonesian.

Anwar Sanjaya (1993) Indonesian.

Stefan William (1993) Indonesian / White.

Alex Rio (1993) Indonesian.

Giorgino Abraham (1994) Indonesian, Dutch.

Chicco Kurniawan (1994) Indonesian.

Arbani Yasiz (1994) Indonesian.

Jourdy Pranata (1994) Indonesian.

Esa Septian Pramudha Sigit (1994) Indonesian.

Indra Brotolaras (1994) Indonesian.

Fajar Nugra (1995) Indonesian.

Omar Daniel (1995) Indonesian.

Ardhito Pramono (1995) Indonesian.

Achmad Megantara (1996) Indonesian.

Shandy William (1996) Indonesian.

Aliando Syarief (1996) Indonesian.

Verrell Bramasta (1996) Indonesian.

Rizky Nazar (1996) Indonesian.

Sidik Eduard (1997) Indonesian.

Ahmad Al Ghazali (1997) Indonesian.

Emir Mahira (1997) Indonesian.

Axel Matthew Thomas (1997) Indonesian.

Christoffer Nelwan (1997) Indonesian.

Anrez Putra Adelio (1997) Indonesian.

Bara Valentino (1997) Indonesian, Turkish.

Cinta Brian (1997) Indonesian / English.

Daffa Wardhana (1998) Indonesian.

Jeff Smith (1998) Indonesian / White.

Elgi Purnama (1998) Indonesian.

Debo Andryos (1998) Indonesian.

Rey Mbayang (1998) Indonesian.

Randy Martin (1998) Indonesian.

Teuku Ryzki (1998) Indonesian.

Antonio Blanco Jr (1999) Indonesian, 1/4 Spanish.

Yusuf Mahardika (1999) Indonesian.

Naufal Samudra (1999) Indonesian.

Kevin Ardilova (1999) Indonesian.

Bastian Steel (1999) Indonesian.

Giulio Parengkuan (1999) Indonesian.

Jefri Nichol (1999) Indonesian.

Iqbaal Ramadhan (1999) Indonesian.

Angga Aldi Yunanda (2000) Indonesian.

Alzi Markers (2000) Indonesian.

Fadly Faisal (2000) Indonesian.

Bryan Domani (2000) Indonesian / German.

Aditya Zoni (2000) Indonesian.

Abidzar Al Ghifari (2001) Indonesian.

Ari Irham (2001) Indonesian.

Agoye Mahendra (2001) Indonesian.

Ajil Ditto (2001) Indonesian.

Here you go!

[rockislandadultreads]

New Title Tuesday: Romance Picks

Iris Kelly Doesn't Date by Ashley Herring Blake

Everyone around Iris Kelly is in love. Her best friends are all coupled up, her siblings have partners that are perfect for them, her parents are still in marital bliss. And she’s happy for all of them, truly. So what if she usually cries in her Lyft on the way home. So what if she misses her friends, who are so busy with their own wonderful love lives, they don’t really notice Iris is spiraling. At least she has a brand-new career writing romance novels (yes, she realizes the irony of it). She is now working on her second book but has one problem: she is completely out of ideas after having spent all of her romantic energy on her debut.

Perfectly happy to ignore her problems as per usual, Iris goes to a bar in Portland and meets a sexy stranger, Stefania, and a night of dancing and making out turns into the worst one-night stand Iris has had in her life (vomit and crying are regretfully involved). To get her mind off everything and overcome her writer's block, Iris tries out for a local play, but comes face-to-face with Stefania—or, Stevie, her real name. When Stevie desperately asks Iris to play along as her girlfriend, Iris is shocked, but goes along with it because maybe this fake relationship will actually get her creative juices flowing and she can get her book written. As the two women play the part of a couple, they turn into a constant state of hot-and-bothered and soon it just comes down to who will make the real first move…

This is the third volume of the "Bright Falls" series.

Wreck the Halls by Tessa Bailey

Melody Gallard may be the daughter of music royalty, but her world is far from glamorous. She spends her days restoring old books and avoiding the limelight (one awkward tabloid photo was enough, thanks). But when a producer offers her a lot of money to reunite her mother’s band on live tv, Mel begins to wonder if it’s time to rattle the cage, shake up her quiet life… and see him again. The only other person who could wrangle the rock and roll divas.

Beat Dawkins, the lead singer’s son, is Melody’s opposite—the camera loves him, he could charm the pants off anyone, and his mom is not a potential cult leader. Still, they might have been best friends if not for the legendary feud that broke up the band. When they met as teenagers, Mel felt an instant spark, but it’s nothing compared to the wild, intense attraction that builds as they embark on a madcap mission to convince their mothers to perform one last show.

While dealing with rock star shenanigans, a 24-hour film crew, brawling Santas, and mobs of adoring fans, Mel starts to step out of her comfort zone. With Beat by her side, cheering her on, she’s never felt so understood. But Christmas Eve is fast approaching, and a decades-old scandal is poised to wreck everything—the Steel Birds reunion, their relationships with their mothers, and their newfound love. 

The Witch is Back by Sophie H. Morgan

There’s nothing wrong with being a wallflower. Not to Emmaline Bluewater, anyway. Emma may have been born into witch society, but her days of trying to fit in where she doesn’t belong are over—they ended seven years ago, when the man she’d hoped to marry left town without a word. She’s much happier now, living a delightfully mundane human life in Chicago and running her bar, Toil and Trouble.

Until Bastian Truenote walks through the door and announces that he wants her back.

Bastian had his reasons for leaving—even if he can’t tell Emma what they are. Now, to win Emma’s heart, he’s got to face down an adorably goofy dog familiar, a best friend who’s all too eager to hit him with a carefully aimed hex, and a woman who’s far from the meek witch he remembers.

Magical contracts aren’t easily broken, but as far as Emma’s concerned, not even a marriage of convenience will have her falling under Bastian’s spell again…

10 Things That Never Happened by Alexis Hall

Sam Becker loves―or, okay, likes―his job. Sure, managing a bed and bath retailer isn't exactly glamorous, but it's good work and he gets on well with the band of misfits who keep the store running. He could see himself being content here for the long haul. Too bad, then, that the owner is an infuriating git.

Jonathan Forest should never have hired Sam. It was a sentimental decision, and Jonathan didn't get where he is by following his heart. Determined to set things right, Jonathan orders Sam down to London for a difficult talk…only for a panicking Sam to trip, bump his head, and maybe accidentally imply he doesn't remember anything?

Faking amnesia seemed like a good idea when Sam was afraid he was getting sacked, but now he has to deal with the reality of Jonathan's guilt―as well as the unsettling fact that his surly boss might have a softer side to him. There's an unexpected freedom in getting a second shot at a first impression…but as Sam and Jonathan grow closer, can Sam really bring himself to tell the truth, or will their future be built entirely on one impulsive lie?

This is the first volume of the "Material World" series.

[hebiusagichan]

Baby Time Mini Disco PDF page (November 2024)

Their 7 Music Video snapshots are:

Boom-Boom (Бум-бум) - Volshebniki Dvora

I want to become that soon! (はやくそれになりたい！) - Kinoshita feat. Otomachi Una

Ensalada De Fruta - The Mariachi Wiggles

Catch up (Догони) - Smayliki

At the mercy of God (神のまにまに) - Reruriri feat. Hatsune Miku, Kagamine Rin, and GUMI

Game On - Pitbull feat. Dario G, and TKZEE

Bima S Theme - Bastian Steel

[sandwormrp]

Ripping Seams

Bastian Valenzuela (oc) x Marzieh Karimi (oc) 916 words

Summary: The following story takes place in the Hagga Basin, a location on most maps of Arrakis. It involves an OC Sietch (yet to be named), and the characters of the Fremen Marzieh Karimi and the Smuggler Bastian Valenzuela. The initial part of this story will involve violence and some blood and death.

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It was late evening in the Hagga Basin of Arrakis. The sun had set hours ago, and only one of the system’s dual moons was in the sky. Krelln’s silvery immensity cast moonshadows across the rocks and dunes of the desert planet below. Its strange, fist-like impression on its back, unseen. To the Fremen, such times when Krelln hid its closed fist represented secret dangers. “This man closes his fist behind his back. What does he conceal? Or is the fist itself what he conceals?” Beneath Krelln’s impassive gaze, the desert owls hunted, the scorpions crawled cautiously, and the hares dashed and halted and zig-zagged like wandering madmen.

Other creatures moved and lived in the night. In the Basin, in the cleft of a twisted lump of stone that the Fremen called Qadam al Hison, or 'Foot of the Horse', two men were moving much like the desert hares. They were dashing, halting, zagging in the center of a pit of sand, surrounded by unmoving figures who watched like owls. This was a duel, the Tahhadi Challenge of the Fremen, and they had been gathered here to watch the culmination of a plot that was many moons in the making, and which itself was a tangled ball of many complex strings.

Only one of the duellists was a Fremen. He was shorter than his opponent, compact and well-built with confident blue-within-blue eyes and expressive brows. Like the man he meant to kill, he was bare from the waist up, for such duels were meant to spend one’s water in the fight; none of the moisture lost in a challenge should be caught in a stillsuit. Ripping up a stillsuit in a dagger-duel was also a waste of valuable equipment, as well… So it was that the Fremen’s scarred musculature was on display. Signs of past duels won, signs of a ripping gouge from a near-deadly fall onto craggy rocks ten years past, signs of Harkonnen swords earned during raids and sabotage. Two wounds were fresh; an in-wide slit into his pectoral muscle when his opponent’s kindjal blade tip had only briefly invaded him in a swift thrust, and a long bright line over his hips and below his belly button, not deep enough to draw more than the slightest hint of blood.

The other man, taller, wider in the shoulders, was no native of Arrakis. He wasn’t water-fat like most foreigners, but his face was free of the weathering that decades in the sand and wind might’ve otherwise inflicted on his features. He had only a moustache where the Fremen was fully bearded, and his jungle-green eyes were watchful, their whites free of the blue of the Ibad. He held a blade of off-world steel, a kindjal, and the Fremen bore a worm-tooth crysknife. His own shirtless form was marked by scars, but the tale of their tapestry differed. Here were circular wounds from the crossbow darts of Kirkreeti street criminals, a triple-line claw scar laid on his chest by the pet beast of a House Zanbar slaver, and on his back an artful acid-splash with an accompanying story that the man preferred not to tell. He had blade-scars as well, but they were the dashing cuts of swords used in shield-fighting. His skin was only tasting the teeth of a worm now, on this night, at the hands of his enemy. His non-dominant hand had taken a grueling cut that had slithered in between his middle and pointing finger, and a downward slash had tickled the ribs of his left side. Neither wounds were mortal, but in the accounting of blood, the offworlder was spilling more onto the sand.

It was not distressing that he was wounded. It was, however, distressing that he was not yet dead. He had fought well from the start, despite fighting on stand and stone rather than starship decks and city streets, and he had not succumbed to the first or the second or the third of the Fremen’s many maneuvers. In truth, despite the Fremen duelist’s outward show of confidence, he was beginning to worry. He was beginning to sweat.

The offworlder, who had been the one challenged this night, knew little about Fremen culture, but he had an idea of how this duel had to end. He’d wanted to reject the challenge immediately, of course! He wasn’t insane. But he’d come to the meeting with precious few of his own men, and the challenger had brought more than enough of his fellows to decimate the offworlder and his smuggler companions. If they’d rejected the challenge, they would’ve surely been carved up and carted away to some gruesome machine that would’ve converted their flesh and bones to water. Trying not think about a future where his body became endlessly cycled in the stillsuits of these desert maniacs, the offworlder chose to speak to his opponent again, to try once more to suss out the real reason for this challenge.

”What is this… really about, eh?” he asked between breaths, planting a heel on a smooth piece of stone under the pit’s sandy surface. ”What did… I do to… so offend? Did a lasgun I sold you fail on you?” He pressed forward, using the stone to give him a strong foundation as he aimed a cautious slash at the other man’s wrist, knowing he’d miss, but wanting to keep the other back. ”You see me piss outside of a suit, thought you’d kill me for the waste of moisture?”

Continued on our jcink rp!

[cacatoto-2024]

Bastian Bintang Simbolon, yang dikenal sebagai Bastian Steel (lahir 21 September 1999) merupakan seorang aktor, penyanyi, dan presenter berkebangsaan Indonesia keturunan Batak.

[poxsonmenace]

[ SHAVE ]: ~ Seb

MEME | ACCEPTING

It wasn't the FIRST TIME that HIS SNIPER had doted on HIM when IT came to mundane tasks and he knew IT wouldn't be the last. If he allowed IT and DIDN'T swat the hand away, the man would FIX TIES and shave stubble for all ETERNITY. Such a DOMESTICATED man for someone so rugged.

"Catch my SKIN 'BASTIAN and I'll catch yours RIGHT back," he warned through a purr as he TIPPED HIS head back for HIM once he had watched HIM straddle HIS lap, the cut-throat razor LIKE cold steel AGAINST HIS neck.

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[gondar007]

BASTIAN STEEL DIT3MB4K MINTA K4WIN DI PODCAST‼️ MAMP000S🤣- Sitha - Praz Teguh

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[trendwanita]

Selamat, Bastian Steel Lamar Sitha Marino!

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[madamefluffnstuff]

I have since decided; here's a list of all of my current ESO characters!

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 1. Ebonymist - My main and longest running Vestige. She's a Khajiit Nightblade with a black tabby coat and baby blue eyes. Eye of the Queen and Champion of Anequina and Blackwood. Bows and arrows are her specialty, along with alchemy (specifically Invisibility potions) and lockpicking. However she's not part of the Thieves Guild or Dark Brotherhood. 

She's a very sweet and motherly Khajiit who firmly believes in the Found Family trope. Her friends are her family, her gaggle of pets are her family, Taznasi and co. from The Stitches are her family, etc. Her most recent "adoptees" are Fennorian, Ember, and Isobel. Razum Dar and her were as close to being a couple without actually being a couple. Now Ebonymist is working up the nerve to confess her feelings to Bastian Hallix. 

She tends to be more on the sentimental side, holding on to anything of value (like her Urn from Coldharbor, a shield that was gifted to her by a friend who fell in battle, Jakarn's dagger he gave as thanks for helping, the like).  As well as pretty much any remotely shiny object or fascinating knick knack she finds. She collects.

2. Brenda Steel-Heart - Tall, blonde, can hold her mead, and can swing a greatsword with the best, Brenda is a Nordic Dragonknight warmaiden. She is fiercely loyal to the Ebonheart Pact and her homeland of Eastern Skyrim. In fact Brenda's loyalty is so strong and she's helped the cause so much, Prince Irnskar has dubbed her "The King's Arrow".

The concept of family and friends is weird to her- she doesn't remember her biological family (since Mannimarco wiped her memories), and she moves around so much she doesn't have time to make friends. Instead she considers her fellow Pact soldiers her Shield Brothers and Sisters. Centurion Gjakil and his wife Irna are the closest thing Brenda has to a "family" family, after she helped save their farm. (And her dogs, of course! All five of them.)

As far as romance goes, her heart is open. Woman or man, lady or lord, Dunmer or Nord, she doesn't care. Strangely enough she has a thing for Dark Elves. Specifically one Morag Tong assassin. Which would definitely be breaking some protocols if word got out, so they have a long distance relationship and exchange letters as often as they can.

3. Ursalie Fanstiana - Bretons are known for their innate ability for magic. Ursalie is no exception. She is a skilled mage in her own right, though she is just starting out and getting her feet under her. "Dark" magic and crystal magic seems to be her specialty, but she has been known to summon the odd unstable minor daedra or two (whether its intentional or not is unknown). 

She is terribly shy and has always had trouble making friends. Her summoned familiars are her more preferred company, though she's been making more efforts to open up more. Unfortunately her lack of experience in friendships has led to a few mishaps of not reading the room; Poor Ursalie has fallen for Jakarn's silky smooth words on more than one occasion, and Darien Gautier's shameless flirting has had her staying up overthinking conversations more times than she cares to admit. Crafty Lerisa has been helping her though.

Ursalie is the least developed of my Vetiges, as I haven’t played much of the Daggerfall Covenant storyline yet but I still adore her.~

4. Reldaleyna and Peliion - Reldaleyna comes from a long line of respectable  Altmer mages. From a young age she excelled at the arcane arts, and was trained by her grandparents in the art of upper echelon etiquette and borderline royalty manners. She is very popular amongst her family's circle of nobles. 

Peliion, on the other hand, is a feral gremlin of a Wood Elf with absolutely no concept of social graces or presence of manners. He claims he was raised "in the woods" (which would not be entirely unusual for a Bosmer, but he also claims he was raised by wolves). Thankfully very few people take his claims seriously.

They are dating and very much in love. 

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Special thanks to @gortrash @arisenlicious and @alaxon <3

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Privacy: Part 1

With two fingers pinched over the wick, he lit the candle on the table next to him. Its faint orange glow illuminated the room, and shone off the steel of the sharpened knife next to it.

Contains: Nothing to warn about c: Miguel has a normal day in a normal town! Mentioned Mariano and Bastian belong to @crash-bump-bring-the-whump Part 2 --

“You really do work too hard, Miguel.” Kenze’el leaned against her counter, watching Miguel as she spoke. Miguel paused to look at her, his arms still covered in dust from the mines and full of jars of preserves. Tomas, the farmer’s husband, took one jar from him at a time, wiped off the coal dust with a scrap of linen, and placed it on a high shelf. “And Tomas, don’t you ever think he might be tired after a long day?” Kenze’el continued. She didn’t move to help at all, but that was okay. Miguel knew cloudy days liked to make her hip flare up. “I don’t mind helping.” Miguel answered. He watched as Tomas stretched to put another jar on a high shelf. “You don’t think they’d sell better at eye level?” He asked. “No.” Tomas said plainly. “They don’t have any trouble selling.” Kenze’el said at the same time. Tomas held up the next jar of preserves, letting it reflect the light of the lantern behind him. Kenze’el rolled her eyes. “These are gone within the week.” He said, “People ask me sometimes, ask me if I’ll save them a jar or if I’ll drop one off on their porch instead. But I tell them the same thing:” There was one jar left in Miguel’s arms. He held it out to Tomas as he slotted another jar into place. Tomas took it from him and started cleaning it off again. “I restock every other Wednesday.” He continued. “You get to the store in time, you get a jar. I don’t hand them out.” They all paused as thunder rolled overhead. Tomas held the last jar in his hands as the walls gently rattled and settled again.

“You two better hurry before you’re caught in the rain.” Kenze’el said from behind her counter. Tomas made a vague noise of dismissal, joining her behind the counter with the jar of preserves in his arms. He knelt down, rustling through the paper Kenze’el used to wrap fragile trinkets and potions. “I could stand to get caught in the rain.” Miguel joked. He motioned to himself, dusted thoroughly with coal and dirt. “Oh, speaking of.” Kenze’el snapped her fingers, reaching back to take the bag of coal Miguel had delivered from the floor. “Let me get this weighed and I’ll get your gold.” Kenze’el took the bag to the back room with her as Tomas stood up with a scrap of parchment and a piece of linen. He quickly wrapped the final jar of preserves and made his way back to Miguel, placing it firmly in his hands. “Tomas, no. You said you don’t give these out.” Miguel said, starting to hand it back. “I can’t even pay you right now.” Tomas pushed the jar back towards Miguel. “Don’t you argue with me, now. I’m paying you for your help.” Miguel looked down at the jar, then back to Tomas, who had already started walking towards the back room. “Kenze’el!” He shouted. “Don’t come back here, Tomas! What?” Kenze’el shouted back. “Get the boy a new bag!” Kenze’el, who normally would protest at the idea of giving a clean bag out for free, seemed to know better than to try and argue with Tomas. She came out of the back room shortly after, holding a new bag made of colorful scraps of stitched-together fabric. She met Miguel at the counter and opened the bag so he could place the preserves inside. “I’ll wash your other bag for you. It’s due for it.” She said. “Oh,” Miguel shook his head. “You don’t have to.” “No, no, it’s no trouble. I know a few spells for those stains.” Thunder shook the walls again, and the sound of rain began to lightly patter against the roof. Kenze’el looked expectantly at Miguel. “Get home before it gets bad out there.” She passed him the bag as soon as he placed the preserves inside. Miguel nodded, taking the bag in his hand and ducking out into the rain. He could hear Tomas starting to say something argumentative to Kenze’el, but the door closed behind him before he could properly hear him. He knew they’d probably argue through the storm. He jogged on his way home, preserves at his side. He would have been clutching the bag close to his chest, but the pattern on the fabric was beautifully detailed and vibrant; He didn’t want to smudge it with soot and dust. Ahead on the path, as the rain began to pick up and pour down harder, he could make out the shape of a cart stocked high and stopped on the side of the road. He recognized the figure next to it, clumsily trying to toss a leather tarp over top of the load, as Ms. Lorain–a short, feeble older woman well past the age where she should be handling this on her own. Ms. Lorain insisted on Miguel calling her Tillie. Short for Mathilda, and what she was called by the few dozen village children she had helped raise over the summers. Some of them were adults now, with their own families and their own children they sent to her during the summer. She was on her own as she struggled with the tarp, which was anything but surprising; she was never one to accept help.

She saw Miguel approaching, already waving him away as he ran to her side. Still, she handed him the tarp as soon as he was within reach. Miguel’s magic shrouded the tarp and lifted it high, draping it easily over the wagon as he took Ms. Lorain by the hand. He led her gently beneath the awning of the tailor’s storefront and pulled up a crate for her to sit on. She shooed his hands away as she sat down, hands folded at her waist. “Now, don’t trouble yourself. I had it.” She said. “No trouble.” Miguel answered. “I just know I’d want help if I was out in the rain.” “Well, I’m going to stay in this rain, it looks like. That cart isn’t going to budge.” Tillie motioned to the cart’s back wheel, knocked half off its axis and stuck in a rut in the gathering mud. She was right, there was no way she was getting that cart moving again on her own. Even with help, he estimated it would take about four others to properly budge it. Thunder rolled quietly, and Tillie looked properly small and miserable, soaked through from the rain. Miguel was sure he must look the same, but he still wished he had a dry cloak to offer her. He looked back to the cart; it would be a stretch for his magic, especially after a day of work, but he could manage it. He pushed up his sleeves and stepped out into the rain. With a flick of his arm, the translucent shape of a hand summoned itself into the air, made more visible by the rain pelting over it. He settled the hand under the edge of the cart and focused his magic enough to lift it, just a few inches off the ground. Fixing the wheel was easy enough–without the proper tools the repair wouldn’t last long, but it would get the cart home. Getting it out of the rut, however, was more of a challenge. It took another magic hand lifting the back, and all of Miguel’s body weight pushing forward. By the time it was over his clothes were soaked through, his boots caked in mud, but the cart was free. He turned back to Tillie, who by now had settled into a deep, stubborn frown that Miguel knew as her feeling unhappy to have been helped, but touched nonetheless. She stood up, her ever-shaking hands reaching into her purse as Miguel stepped back under the awning with her. “Oh, Tillie, there’s no need.” He protested. She looked up at him from behind her large, round glasses. Her frown deepened, and her eyes narrowed. She pulled out three gold coins. Miguel didn’t hold out his hands. Tillie shook the coins in her hand, reaching forward to take Miguel’s with the other. Forcefully, and with a surprising amount of strength, she pulled him forward and placed the gold in his palm. “Nothing uglier than a stubborn attitude.” She said, “You won’t find a wife like that.” “I don’t think you should be calling anyone stubborn.” He smiled softly. Thunder rolled overhead. The rain didn’t show any sign of stopping. Tillie sat back down on her crate. Miguel settled in on the front steps of the storefront. As they both sat freezing under the awning, he subtly dropped the change back into her bag. By now mud and rainwater had replaced most of the coal dust on his clothes and skin, and he didn’t feel any dryer or cleaner as the rain eventually slowed to a drizzle. Slowly, the air became thick and humid as the sun returned, and Tillie made sure to complain about it as she led her cart away. Miguel watched her leave until she disappeared over the hilltop. He sighed to himself, feeling the onset of magical and physical exhaustion settling into his bones. He needed to get home and into his bed, but he needed to get himself clean first.

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The Neverending Story, Chapter 14 - The Desert of Colors

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In which the world expands.

Never(1) had Bastian slept so soundly as in that glowing red blossom.

He wakes feeling rested, and very strong. He begins also to take this for granted, and forgets he was ever weak or clumsy. Now, physical strength and good looks are not enough for him.(2) He wishes to be tough like Atreyu was.(3) Only, how can he become tough in such a lush jungle?

Dawn begins on the horizon, and Bastian decides that to explore a desert would suffice for his needs and make him proud of himself.(4) Suddenly, the great tree quakes, and cracks, and falls to the ground. The jungle has become a desert, the plants all dead and dying and crumbling to dust. The sand shifts before Bastian's eyes, in all shades of the rainbow. He names it "Goab, the Desert of Colors."

Bastian journeys through the desert, where his strength is of no use, though he finds no water nor food. Soon, he learns how to travel the desert, and his will becomes hard as steel. He remembers being discouraged in the past, and giving up at the first sign of difficulty out of fear of hardship. Now, all that is behind him.

No one before him had dared to cross Goab, the Desert of Colors,(5) on foot, nor would anyone undertake to do so in the future. And most likely no one would ever hear of his exploit. This last thought saddened Bastian.

He knows that if he doesn't come to the end of the desert, he will meet his end, but it doesn't frighten him. Still, just in case someone back in his world is reading the book he left behind, he writes his initials in red sand on a blue dune. Someone would know that he had been here.

He sits on the red dune, and rests, and forgets that he was ever a crybaby. And then, his endurance is not enough, and he wishes for an adventure to prove his courage and daring.

Before he can finish saying what he might want to encounter, he hears a roar, and turns, and sees what might be a ball of fire. He hides between the dunes, then overcomes his fear, and climbs back up again to see.

The figure has come near enough to make introductions. He is the lion Grograman, Lord of the Desert of Colors. Bastian asks for help escaping the desert, but the lion carries the desert with him, and cannot leave. Besides, Bastian is the first person Grograman has ever spoken to, because everyone else burns up in his presence, but Bastian is protected by Auryn. Bastian asks to find something to drink, and the lion invites Bastian back to his palace.

Bastian climbs on Grograman's back, and the lion asks him to promise that he will never take off the gem that protects him while he's in Grograman's domain. Bastian promises, and they go across the desert to the palace. When they arrive, it's nearly night, and Grograman asks Bastian to see if he can explain why something happens to Grograman at night. Inside, Bastian finds sustenance, and a bath to wash in. He leaves only Auryn on while he cleans up.

However, as soon as he finishes, dries, and clothes himself again, he hears a cracking, grinding noise. He approaches Grograman, and finds him turned to stone. Bastian looks outside, and finds Perilin regrowing. He can sense that the transformation is connected to the forest-desert cycle, and returns to the cave, throwing his arms around the stone lion.

The lion's eyes were black and as dead as the rock. Grograman had turned to stone. The lights flared for an instant and went out, leaving the cave in total darkness. Bastian wept bitterly.(6) The stone lion was wet with his tears. In the end, the boy curled up between the great paws and fell asleep!

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(1) Handsome Bastian in one upper corner, with Grograman the lion below. (2) I kind of want to make a semi-cynical commentary on patriarchy here, but I'm not sure it would land the way I want it to. Like, there does seem to be a bit of a drive, among certain subsets of people, that makes them feel as though they are never enough, no matter their accomplishments or status. They cannot be satisfied with what they have. They will always wish for more. (3) This is both an extension of the be careful what you wish for theme, and an interesting look into different readings of a character. I don't know that I would call Atreyu particularly "inured to hardship". He had a quest and he endured terrible things to complete it, but "tough" carries certain implications to me, which I can believe a child like Bastian would apply to his interpretation of Atreyu but that I know I wouldn't. I'm unsure if this is a translation quirk or a genuine story element, though the final effect is the same either way, because it's the reading I'm getting. (Once again, VERY eager to hear from anyone with another translation!) (4) Would it? Would it really, Bastian? (5) The phrasing of this amuses me, because it wouldn't have been possible for anyone to cross this specific Desert of Colors before, since Bastian just made it up. Part of it is an archetypal part of Fantastica, but it's also his Goab. (6) Why do you think Bastian cries here? Not that "it's been a heck of a dang day" isn't enough, mind.

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Thrilling Thursday Extravaganza: 10 Summer Fest Frenzy!

Celebrate the kaleidoscope of life as July unfurls its vibrant petals, revealing a symphony of music festivals, mouthwatering gastronomic wonders, and mesmerizing cultural fiestas. This month is a kaleidoscope of possibilities, ready to paint your memories with an eternal brushstroke. Step into the rhythm of the festivities, savor every delectable moment, and let the enchanting allure of July's magic whisk you away on an extraordinary journey. Get ready to dance to a tune only July knows, for this month promises a symphony of experiences like no other! Elrow Town 22 July Photographer: www.lukedyson.com Awarding-winning Spanish super clubbing brand Elrow hosts one of its famous mega summer outdoor parties.  It's likely to be a sell-out event where 25,000, party-loving people all up for an epic time this weekend. The party is taking place in the UK's capital city for one big marathon dance extravaganza where no expense has been left-out on the production set up, that includes mammoth stages, elaborate décor, stellar entertainers and also, so much more, ensuring Elrow Town is one of the unforgettable dance music parties for the summer of 23, and one that is not to be missed on your dream clubbing bucket list. 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Carl Cox takes over Brighton’s famous pebbled beach setting the south coast on fire for one of the biggest beach parties in the UK this summer.  The last two beach parties were so successful they both sold out in record-time those that missed out on this golden ticket event were begging and blagging to get their mitts on these special tickets.Carl Cox has a reputation that has seen him travel the globe 10-fold for his non-stop DJ touring road-trip making him a superstar in a league of his own.  What he brings to the turntables and dance floor is a party where you keep dancing all night-long.  And to make this open-air music feast the best it can be is for the sun is shining high in the sky again this year to give it the Ibiza festival feel. It’s another golden ticket event for Brighton On The Beach summer series that has become a highlight on the festival calender. And the DJ master on helm of the wheels of steel won't be going solo this Saturday as Carl brings some of his best DJ friends to make this one unforgettable dance events on the beach. The line-up also features the one and only Franky WAH, Syeeta, Keeq, Russell Small, Sasha & John Digweed and maybe a few surprises. It’s going to be a big one!For Tickets & More Info> carlcoxbright.com Nozstock The Hidden Valley 20 – 23 July Nozstock The Hidden Valley is one of the best festivals of the summer season. Held in the rural outback of Herefordshire, the festival features a relaxed vibe and a lineup that includes a mix of big named music artists and up-and-coming talent. The music genres range from pop, ska, folk, funk, soul, indie, drum and bass, psytrance, and house music. There is truly something for everyone at Nozstock The Hidden Valley. The festival also features a wide variety of food and drink options, as well as plenty of activities and events to keep you entertained. From circus acts and theater performances to comedy and dance, there is something for everyone to enjoy. Nozstock The Hidden Valley is the perfect place to let loose and have a good time. 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Expect colorful sheep roaming the tufty fields, opera on the lake, clowns under canvas, dance troupes, and a huge children's area. Who> George Ezra, Kiefer Sutherland, Mimi Webb, James, Paolo Nutini, The Kooks, Paul Heaton & Jacqui Abbott, PulpMore Info> latitudefestival.com Standon Calling When> 20 – 23 JulyWhere> Hertfordshire Beautiful boutique festival, in beautiful surroundings, which hosts a stella line-upYears and Years, Self Esteem, Bloc Party, High Contrast, Faithless, LF System, The Human League, Anastacia, Confidence Man, Dylan, Katy B, KT Tunstall, Groove Armada. Scouting For Girls, Django Django, Caity Baser More Info> standon-calling.com Tramlines When> 21 – 22 JulyWhere> Sheffield In its 15th year, Tramlines has become one of the best sell-out festivals in the region of Sheffield.  It's a festival that packs a punch, delivering on all the festival expectations and beyond.  Moving to its new destination at Hillsborough Park for 2023, the festival is a firm favourite created by its big atmosphere and the mega artist line-up outdoing itself each year.  This is one of the festivals that reaches a capacity sell-out. 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The line-up features Underworld, Adam Beyer & Cirez D, Asch Pintura, DJ Tennis, Charlotte de Witte, Dixon, FJAAK, Hessle Audio Trio, Jeff Mills, Skin on Skin, Margaret Dygas, Sonja Moonear, Midland, Mona Yim, Nina Kraviz, DJ Stingray 313 More Info> junction2.london Bluedot When> 20 – 23 JulyWhere> Cheshire After a two-year break, this unique festival is an experience that offers a full-on program of music, science, arts, technology, culture, and film, similarly to no other open-air event around the globe. Expect off-the-chart live performances, DJ sets, conversations, workshops, hands-on experiments, exhibitions, and new experiences.The weekend line-up features 2ManyDJs, Adam Buxton, Annie Mac, Belief, Big Joanie, Black Country, New Road,  David Holmes, Divorce, Django Django, Grace Jones, Gwenno, Leftfield, Matt Winning, Max Cooper, Max Richter, Nihiloxia, Nish Kumar, Nubya Garcia, Pavement, Roisin Murphy, Supernature Disco and many moreMore Info> discoverthebluedot.com Penn Festival When> 21 – 22 JulyWhere> Buckinghamshire Taking place in the quintessential Penn village, the camping family-friendly festival with one of the best boutique festival DJ line-ups and top music artists to keep you having a top weekend.  Throw together workshops for the curative types, and upmarket food stalls to this returning festival with a cracking atmosphere. The line-up features 24 Hour Garage Girls, Artful Dodger, Bad Manners, Bastille, Brandon Block, Corinne Bailey Rae, Craig Charles, Dj Fresh, Dj Luck And Mc Neat, Ellis Dee, Embrace, Gaz Coombes, Johnny Marr, Jumping Jack Frost, Kenny Ken, Mr. C, Mr. Wilsons Second Liners, Musical Youth, My Nu Leng, Noel Gallagher, Not3s, Sub Low Hz, The Cuban Brothers, The Skinner BrothersMore Info> pennfest.net Truck Festival When> 21 – 23 JulyWhere> Hill Oxfordshire Truck Festival has announced its lineup for 2023, with Royal Blood, Two Door Cinema Club, and Alt-J headlining. Other acts on the bill include The Wombats, DMA's, The Vaccines, Self Esteem, Maisie Peters, Everything Everything, and Beabadoobee. Truck Festival is a three-day camping festival that takes place in Hill Farm, Steventon, Oxfordshire. The festival is known for its diverse lineup, friendly atmosphere, and relaxed vibe. Tickets for Truck Festival 2023 are on sale now.More Info> truckfestival.com Read the full article