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greenbloods · 10 months ago

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she let me hit becuause behind my whimsy there is this Sorrow

[this post was made by an adherent of the great council of 101!!! DNI if you adhere to andal succession law]

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omggg my fields have been absolutely THRIVING since the tyrells have brought comfort and prosperity to the capital. feel so proud to be a reachman. thank youuuu @ mace_the_ace

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mace tyrell is a separatist and a cryptofascist btw

🌻 littlelordroses Follow

umm could you provide some sources for this?

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LANNISTAN GLOWIE SEETHING RN

🏵 ofthegreenlands Follow

lolol thats def cersei isnt it

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it’s not my job to educate you

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ok this is a long shot but if any of you are in the area around the godseye i lost my raven Moonwing yesterday and i was wondering if any of you might have seen him. he was pacing around my room two nights ago mumbling things like 'snow' and 'king' and 'hardhome'. my brother likes to play pranks on me so i thought it was just one of his games but when i woke up my raven was gone. i miss him a lot so i wanted to reach out to see if any of you might have seen him

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heyy im in the godseye area too (im from Crofter's Fall if youve heard of it) but i was wondering if you have any more information about your bird? theres a lot of ravens around these parts haha

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hes black

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anything else?

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he bites me a lot

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streets are saying sansa poisoned joffrey and took off from kings landing on leathery bat wings to go to the wall you go girl!! starks stay winning

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oh my fucking none of these people care about you. a stark brigade literally plundered my whole village!! can we not do this again i hate this goddamn site

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does anyone know if we have tomorrow tomorrow

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for man, perhaps. but for a tree, time is different. a river roiling back and forth, both here and there, but inconstant--always inconstant. a thousand years are but a mere moment through the eyes of a heart tree

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yeah go pray to your rivers northoid. and when the shaman comes to tear your heart out and sacrifice it to your trees, maybe spare a thought for the Seven and their divine might. we'll be waiting.

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254.421.81.132

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yooo thats near where i live! if you see a raven flying near your house, could you dm me?

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The night is dark and full of terrors.

[Beep-boop! I look for heathens and non-believers. Sometimes I mess up.]

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IS THAT HOW YOU SPEAK TO YOUR KING??

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every time i scroll past this post i have to reblog

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hey can i ask you about your leng theory?

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No.

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what the hell happened to my post

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alright we're solving this once and for all

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op you coward wheres stannis

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many have been asking the same question

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ok i know i shouldnt be surprised bcz its popular on this site to bandwagon onto the next popular thing but just a reminder that if youre supporting the conquests of daenerys targaryen youre supporting a literal colonizer and imperialist. plus slavery is literally a unique and traditional part of ghiscari culture so we cant be surprised that people over there dont like her. begging yall to pick up a scroll once in a while

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what if we were both locked in the formless dark void of the dungeon together, bereft of our own names and our own identities, bereft of everything that made us who we were. and we were both boys

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haha that would be pretty epic i think

#tumblr dash simulator #asoiaf #asoiaf meme #valyrianscrolls #my posts

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corgate-epistolary · 4 months ago

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May 3rd, 624

(Transcript under the cut) (Read on Ao3 HERE)

[Written on off-white writing paper with a smooth but lightly textured hand, in golden yellow-brown ink, in cursive. Letter was folded into its own rectangular envelope, and sealed with a wax seal depicting a cat surrounded by moons, mountains, and window-like arch frame. The wax seal is silver, pale green, and gold swirled together]

Elowen Vance, A.Mg. Corgate Village Post Office

May 3rd, 624

Eris Mirrows, A.Mg. 87 Lancedragon Street Avalon

Mx. Mirrows:

We have arrived safely at Corgate. The [scratch-out] villagers have been, on the whole, extremely [scratch-out] welcoming to Mg. Hawkins & myself. For once, Mg. Hawkins country manners are serving him far better than my own, as the locals see him as one of their own come home again. I know Mg. Equlee is bitterly disappointed by the council’s decision (and if it were in my power I [scratch-out] would have [scratch-out, “recom”] recommended to send both, [scratch-out, appears to have been a closed parenthesis] as irritable as they can be to [scratch-out, “the”] each other) but I do not believe he would enjoy this section of the trip. Please do express my condolences & apologies if you feel it

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would be in his best interest.

The train journey was fine, & the tracks in this area are in good repair. Should you ever have cause to visit, it is about one day’s journey via the train from the city to the station in Corgate, which is very small but well kept. I am told from here it is another two hours’ [scratch-out, “tra”] travel to the ruins. As such, I am intending to make the journey to the station for mail & supplies once weekly, and will consider it a morning’s work.

While I am away from Avalon, would you please keep me abreast of the latest happenings with the council? And of course the general public knowledge of our colleagues & their doings. I know you find it a little trivial, however [scratch-out, “evew”] even you must recognize the importance of good information before some other magician drags yours into some risky scheme. We have a duty to ensure that they do not blow themselves up, after all. I ask only because Mg. Hawkins (and I, in my less charitable moments) is convinced that this posting, far from the city & the university, is intended as a quiet exile as punishment for Mg. Hawkins’ lack of interest

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in pursuing more formalized proofs & magical education. I am sure you can hear in your mind his perennial exclamation that he is “getting along just fine as I am!” I know I can even though I can hear him snoring quite plainly through the inn walls.

Such walls! The buildings in Corgate seem made [scratch-out, “of”, but written poorly] of tissue paper to my eye - all frame, wattle, & daub and no bricks to be seen. I am not so sure I will be truly suited to agent’s work in the field, but I can certainly see that Mg. Hawkins is quite in his element. He seems quite at peace with himself here in a way he has [scratch-out, “nev”] never seemed back home. Like a bird let loose from a cage, I suppose. I am ever so glad he is happy, but I will have to learn his trick of avoiding the country mud before I go mad.

On an unrelated note, however, would you please stop by Vimes Place and look for my brown satchel? In the scramble to get Mg. Hawkins (and all his supplies) out the door, I believe I left it

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on the front table. It [scratch-out, “on”] only has a few novels & my copy of the notes on the ruins, which I could copy over again if needed, but I do not want to, AND you have the key. I would trust it to you & to the post office [scratch-out, at the bottom of “office”] here in Corgate, but ask Mg. Equlee to put a little locking on it first.

I will look [scratch-out, “y”] for [scratch-out] your letter when I come down to Corgate next. [scratch-out, “Stay we”] Stay well!

Ms. Elowen Vance, A.Mg.

P.S. Please let me know if any of my plants start looking sorrowful. And do forward a newspaper [scratch-out] or two from time to time if you can

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ladyteelia · 10 months ago

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Still working on this but some alphabets for Mandatory!

Feline or Cats Scratch - is indented, so anyone can read it even without sight as long as they can touch since it's the clawmarks in the parchment that makes it readable, text is on textured rollers or haptic screens for monitors so they can read messages from their supervisors or the council. To become a Median you must have some knowledge of Cat Scratch and Cats Tongue to become verified and be given your handle.

Media's Type is directly related to Cats Scratch, but is designed for the computers and haptics, all Medians must learn this.

Avian or Birds Peck - works similarly and is both pecked and clawed, so there's more openness on interpretation of the letters but it's easier to do with a talon.

Primates Sign is written and signed often, it is the least used in Media but was made for ease of having an alphabet in Deviate. They also have a short-hand which is intensely more complicated but shortens sentences significantly. I may make it in the future or have it cameo in the comic!

Weasel's Claw is a new edition and is done with their finger tips and entire paw print for each letter, a much bigger font for some, not so much for ermines.

Canines Dig is the simplest, but can be the hardest to understand.

Each is referenced or inspired by certain alphabets to keep it mildly educational to myself and it's really fun so far! c:

#strong hearts are mandatory #mandatory #ocs #alphabet #alphabets #fonts #font

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bella-goths-wife · 2 years ago

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The volturi’s relationship with cullen reader

Aro

You met aro when he and your ‘father’ Carlisle lived with him and the rest of the volturi in Italy in the 17th century

Aro found you absolutely darling

By around 1702 when you and Carlisle had been with the volturi for two years you had learned to stop going against Carlisle wishes

Carlisle could be very cruel and aro found it fascinating

He found it interesting how Carlisle could disagree with their feeding methods but could be cruel enough to lock up his ‘child’ and starve you if you decided to talk back

He saw that day that when it came to you, Carlisle and aro could be two sides of the same coin

Eventually aro demanded to meet you properly without your father darkening the doorway the entire time

He found that once on your own, you liked to talk

He enjoyed the sciences and arts which helped the two of you connect

The two of you would talk for hours about art and science and he took it upon himself to educate you on some sciences that your father had refused to teach you in the fear that you might use it to escape

This earned you the title of “sweet dear” and aro would always find away to talk with you

Carlisle grew jealous, the two of you reminded him of before he turned you

The relationship you used to have

The growing closeness between the two of you was another reason that Carlisle decided that it was time to move away in 1720

You begged aro to stay with him and the others but aro couldn’t help you

He discussed with his other council members and they didn’t see it ending well for them

His parting words to you were

“We will always be here if you need us, my sweet child”

Jane

When you were first properly introduced to jane, you were incredibly intimidated

Aro had talked about his high ranking solider many times when the two of you would talk and you were incredibly impressed

Jane was intrigued when she heard of you, considering the two of you were turned at similar ages

(In the books jane and Alec were said to turn around 12 or 13 but in this au they turned around 16 or 17 so they are similar ages to reader and so they match the look that the movie portrayed)

Aro decided that it would be a good idea for the two of you to meet

When Jane walked into the room, she commanded respect with every look she gave

When Jane saw you she thought you were strange as you stared at her in awe, she did find it slightly flattering

As the two of you talked, Jane remained closed off and would only offer one word responses you your conversation starters

Jane quickly grew bored of your company and looked out of the window at a bird chirping in the trees

It was a beautiful bird, one that reminded her of the birds that would fly near her village

You noticed janes distraction and grew sad that you could not gain a friend before an idea entered you head

You used your power to manipulate the bird to chirp sweetly and to come closer

Jane had stared at you in confusion as your eyes squinted and stared at the bird until it appeared on the open window and chirped at jane

She had asked if you were going to keep it as a pet but you only responded with a sad chuckle and

“It would be to similar to my situation, a bird stuck in a pretty cage”

Jane didn’t ask what you meant but she could guess

From that day jane, in her own way, accepted you as a friend

Rather than affection and sweet words she would bring you blood from her victims and would listen to your stories

Even sometimes you would be given a gentle smile as you talked before she would quickly return to her stoic expression

You and her brother were the only one to ever get a soft moment from her

The day it was announced that Carlisle was taking you, she insisted to the council that you should stay but it couldn’t be done

Her parting words to her were

“I will see you again, dear friend”

Alec

You met Alec when you went with Carlisle to introduce Edward to the volturi

It was a tradition that would come when each new family members would come, they were to be introduced to aro and the volturi as a sign of respect

Jane and aro had greeted you so sweetly, well more aro than Jane but you did receive a nod of respect, it made Alec wonder what you could of done to gain so much appreciation

He was slightly jealous of you, he had a powerful gift and a taste for blood yet you had won aro over to be so kind

You, wide eyed, naive, gentle you

Alec decided it was time to introduce himself

Since edwards introduction was being celebrated, aro decided to throw a ball in his honour

It was more like a strategic show of power to the young vampire

Carlisle and Edward fussed over you nonsensically and would refuse to let you out of their sight

Alec had concocted a plan in his head and Asked for aros help to distract the two male vampires

When they were distracted, Alec asked you to dance and you accepted quickly in an attempt to cure your boredom

Alec had noticed that Carlisle had dressed you childishly for your age and you noticed that Alec seemed to want to dress older than he was

Alec held onto you threateningly tight as he interrogated you on your relationship with aro and Jane, you answered his questions honestly as you danced

You noticed that Alec was more teasing than Jane but somehow more calm than your sadistic friend who was watching you out of the corner of her eye somewhere in the grand room

As you danced with Alec he found you annoyingly likeable but you were truly interesting when Edward pulled you from Alec’s grip and harshly pulled you to Carlisle before you were sent to your room that aro had kept from you short stay

Alec had felt himself curious and walked in the courtyard in the dead of night and caught you at your open window (more like an arch like ancient Roman architecture windows)

You had tears running down your face and to Alec you looked like the picture of beauty with the moonlight shining on your tear stained face

Your emotional pain was delicious to Alec and he craved your presence

After what he witnessed he tried to closer to you but Edward sensed his romantic intention when he read his mind and would lead you away

Every time he saw you after that he would offer you a Dance and would crave in his undead heart to be that close with you for eternity

When he parted with you after edwards celebration his parting words to you were

“We have eternity my love”

Caius

Caius had met you centuries before he found an interest in you

Before he only saw you as Carlisle meek little pet who satiated his paternal desires and followed him around

He found you slightly pathetic as you clung to your family members, never knowing it was because they held you there

He found an interest when one of your ‘siblings’ were introduced once again as your clan grew bigger

He had been taking a stroll at night when he had seen Carlisle grip your jaw tightly as you fought to break free

Caius saw as Carlisle locked you up in your room at the volturi and as he walked away he listened at the door

He heard the sounds of things hitting the wall and wood smashing before something very interesting caught his attention

“I hate you” you had screamed so loudly that the door rattled

Hate? That word brought a familiar sense of warmth in his chest

And just like his anger had attracted aro to him, you anger and hatred had attracted him to you

He requested a private meeting with you the next day but he was firmly denied by you ‘mother’ and ‘father’

So he found you again locked in your room and entered by breaking the lock

He had found you smashing your chair against the wall and applauded you impressed

“What’s wrong, little dove?” He had asked with a smirk and your anger left you ranting to the strange friend of aros you had only seen for formal introductions or meetings

Your hatred and anger was fascinating to caius who declared to be your new mentor

Caius is an ambitious man who saw you as a future investment, when you were ready he was sure you would be a powerful fighter

He spent more time with you as you enjoyed your extremely brief stays and as he did the two of you adopted a father daughter dynamic

He saw you as someone who could be an prodigy if you were actually treated like the hundreds of years old being that you were

His parting words to you in that fateful trip were

“Use your anger to find us, little dove”

Marcus

Marcus had observed you for many decades

He never found an interest in you until the time came for the two of you to interact

He had seen how you behaved with with fellow volturi members and was curious

He was also curious if Carlisle’s bond with you

How could someone be so paternal to someone who hates them so

Marcus power is relationship identification and when he used it on Carlisle, he saw that the man loved you very much and adored you while you felt hatred for Carlisle and saw him as the one preventing your freedom

His interest reached his peak when you walked into the volturi library while Marcus himself was brooding by the chess board

You offered a kind smile which caught Marcus off guard slightly, how long had it been since someone’s smile was one of genuine kindness towards him

Out of curiosity he offered you a place at the chess table which you accepted as the two of you played chess silently until he beat you

The two of you played another game and this time you offered conversation which Marcus hesitantly accepted

Your chirpy laugh and your sweet smile reminded him of his late wife Didyme

He felt himself drawn to conversation with you and you graciously accepted

He grew slightly closer to you but certainly not as close as you were to the others

He had a silent fondness for you which was only made clear when he craved your presence and felt himself laughing at your jokes and stories, small smiles and laughter obviously

He decided to have some of his rouge vampire ally’s keep an eye on you and he would inform the rest of the volturi of your movements and actions

His parting words to you were

“You’ll be looked after, girl”

These are all the volturi members I could think of for now but let me know if I missed someone :)

This has been in my drafts for a while so I apologise if it’s trash, I know the characters are a bit ooc but I thought it was interesting

Hope you enjoyed

Love ya ❤️

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mariacallous · 26 days ago

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WARSAW, Poland — In the heart of the former Warsaw Ghetto, where Jews were killed and their neighborhood razed during World War II, a Jewish community has never recovered — but a museum has for a decade drawn visitors to learn about their history.

The Polin Museum is marking 10 years since opening its exhibition about the 1,000-year history of Polish Jews. In that lifespan, it rose to fame as one of the world’s leading Jewish museums and a symbol of Poland’s long-deferred recognition of its extinguished Jewish past.

But it also faced down challenges from a government ruled by Poland’s right-wing nationalist Law and Justice party, which sought to remove museum leaders seen as too critical of government policies or unwilling to conform with nationalist versions of history. Law and Justice was overturned by a centrist coalition last year.

During a weekend of anniversary programming in late September, which included a gala, a symphony orchestra concert and curatorial tours, nearly 10,000 people passed through the museum, a modernist building designed by the Finnish firm Lahdelma & Mahlamäki.

Special guests ranged from government officials and museum founders and donors to influential members of Poland’s small Jewish community, including Polish Chief Rabbi Michael Schudrich and Marian Turski, a 98-year-old historian and Holocaust survivor who presides over the museum council.

The hoopla surrounding Polin’s 10-year anniversary reflects its impact on Poland, a society that only in recent decades has confronted the history of its Jewish community and the 3 million Polish Jews who were killed there under the Nazis. The museum’s name draws from a story about Jews who fled persecution in Western Europe and arrived in Poland during the Middle Ages. According to legend, they heard birds singing “Po-lin,” a transliteration of the Hebrew words for both “rest here” and “Poland.”

Before Germany invaded Poland in 1939, it was one of the most diverse countries in Europe. Jews made up 10% of the total population and a majority in many towns. Warsaw was home to more than 350,000 Jews — about 30% of the city.

After the Nazis killed most of Poland’s Jews, the country came under decades of communist rule. Soviet authorities suppressed Jewish religious and cultural life and folded the Holocaust into an ideological narrative about the Soviets’ total victory over the Nazis — relegating Polish-Jewish history to what scholars call “the communist freezer.” Only in the early 1990s, after the fall of communism, did the idea of the Polin Museum first come into being.

Over 20 years and more than $100 million later, with the help of wealthy American donors and the Polish government, the Polin Museum opened its core exhibit in October 2014.

“For 50 years, people didn’t learn anything about what Polish Jews were about — including Polish Jews,” Schudrich told the Jewish Telegraphic Agency. “What’s really happened since 1989 is people beginning to learn, and the key pivotal place for that education to take place is here.”

The ambition of Polin was distinct from the memorials at Poland’s slew of concentration camps and Nazi killing centers: This place called itself a “museum of life.”

Only one of the eight multimedia galleries is dedicated to the Holocaust. The rest follow a millennium of Jewish life in Poland, from the first appearance of Jews in the 10th century to the development of Jewish towns; life under Poland’s partition between Russia, Prussia and Austria; waves of pogroms; the birth of modern Jewish social, political and religious movements; and a period of newfound freedoms after World War I, in the Second Polish Republic, all before the devastation wrought by the Holocaust.

A final gallery also traces the post-war years, when a small number of Jews remained in Poland. After a government-sponsored antisemitic campaign in 1968 purged thousands of Jews from the country, only about 10,000 remained. This gallery also looks at a renewed curiosity about Jewish history since the 1990s, which has given rise to festivals of Jewish culture across Poland, many of them organized by non-Jews.

Dariusz Stola, a historian at the Polish Academy of Sciences and the museum’s first director, said that Polin arrived at the perfect time — when interest in the Jewish heritage of Poland was surging at home and interest in the Polish heritage of Jews was surging abroad. (About 70% of the world’s Jews have roots in Poland, according to Barbara Kirshenblatt-Gimblett, a professor emerita of New York University and chief curator of Polin’s core exhibit.)

Today the museum has been visited more than 5 million times, with about half of its visitors from Poland and half from other countries. Its collection of accolades includes the European Museum Academy Award and the European Union’s Europa Nostra Award.

“The Polin Museum was an outcome of the opening of Polish society after 1989, of democracy, of certain liberal principles — such as the idea that people are different and we should live together — but it also contributed to these developments,” Stola told JTA.

But the past 10 years have also brought challenges for people who work in education about Poland’s Jewish history. Between 2015 and 2023, a nationalist-conservative government made controlling history a central part of its platform, promising to revive Poland’s pride in its past and eradicate a so-called “pedagogy of shame” — which meant stifling discussions about Polish people who killed Jews or cooperated with the Nazi regime.

In 2018, the country passed a law that outlawed accusing Poland or the Polish people of complicity in the Holocaust. Although its penalty has changed — lawmakers downgraded it from a crime punishable with three years in prison to a civil offense — the law remains in effect today.

Stola was among the casualties of the eight-year government, which accused him of “politicizing” the Polin Museum after an exhibition that documented Poland’s antisemitic campaign of 1968. Stola was pushed out as the director in 2019, despite winning a competition to extend his tenure.

Still, Stola believes that Polin has triumphed in educating the Polish public about the Jewish history in their midst. He pointed out that even those who oppose the museum’s contents have been forced to contend with them.

“There was a moment a couple of years ago, when a group of antisemites made a little campaign online: ‘This is Poland, not Polin,’” Stola said in his remarks at the 10-year anniversary gala. “I’m pretty sure they had never heard the name ‘Polin’ before we opened this museum, so they also learned something.”

For Jews in Poland and abroad, Polin presented an opportunity to learn about Polish-Jewish heritage beyond the most-remembered story of death and destruction. At the Auschwitz memorial in Oświęcim, a regular parade of Jewish students, tourists and officials leaves dizzy with despair — but Polin sought to inspire other feelings, too.

“Many of our Jews in Poland today didn’t even grow up knowing they were Jewish, so one of the challenges is for people to learn about their history — and also have a great sense of being proud,” said Schudrich. “This is a place where someone who has Jewish roots can come and learn, wow, look what my ancestors have created.”

That offering has made the museum some high-profile friends in the United States. The actor Jesse Eisenberg spoke remotely at the gala about visiting Poland to shoot his new film “A Real Pain,” about two cousins who travel there to learn about their grandmother’s Holocaust story, based on his own roots in the country.

Eisenberg joked that when he arrived for filming last year, he was annoyed to see the Polin Museum built on a site he remembered being empty during his first trip to uncover his family history.

“I was initially frustrated because it conflicted with my image of that set from 2008, but when I went in the museum, I was just overwhelmed,” said Eisenberg, who has applied for Polish citizenship. “I cannot wait to go back.”

Kirshenblatt-Gimblett, the chief curator, said Polin rose from a demand to understand what vanished from Poland together with most of its Jews. Unlike many other Holocaust museums in Europe, Polin’s founding was not based on a collection of Jewish relics and remains — but on their absence.

“This museum is built on the rubble of the ghetto, on the rubble of the pre-war Jewish neighborhood,” Kirshenblatt-Gimblett, professor emerita at New York University, said at the gala. “That is for me a very powerful symbol, because we began without a collection. We’ve now formed a collection — we have over 19,000 objects — but our greatest asset wasn’t a collection. Our greatest asset was the powerful story of the largest Jewish community in the world.”

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marygih · 1 day ago

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Do you have any headcanons about Horatio? (or hollowgasts/wights in general) Because (for Horatio) he is such an interesting character in my opinion and he just dissappears and never gets mentioned after he told about that one loop at the nearly end of the last book.

Hello, sorry for the delay, I'll answer this ask on the same day I post an art of Horatio. That way I can kill two hollowgasts with just one crossbow shot.

Yes, I have some headcanons about Horatio, he is an amazing character.

He recovered H's body and gave him a proper burial.

He is currently vegan, and was raised by H by eating peculiar plants that H himself grew, this was H's way of giving him peculiar souls without allowing him to kill anyone.

During the 40 years he lived with H, Horatio was raised to eat omnivorous foods, and completely free of human flesh.

After the events of the books, he and Jacob continued working as Hollow hunters, to finally rid the world of the danger of hollows and bring the last wights to justice.

Horatio and Jacob believe that it is possible to be "born" good wights like Horatio. Just by keeping them away from wrong indoctrination like Caul's.

Horatio is partnered with the ymbrynes council and is currently on behalf of the council in the US.

Horatio in his spare time researches about his previous life, who he was before joining the claywings.

Everything that belonged to the Hollow hunters is now kept by him and Jacob.

He currently lives in a loop in Florida.

To avoid being killed by peculiars who don't know he's a good Wight, he wears sunglasses and special contact lenses like Golam's.

I've talked about this before, but I'd like to reiterate the point: I don't consider wights to be evil by nature, they are manipulated to be that way. We only know a lot of evil Wights because Caul was the one who educated and indoctrinated them since their "birth" H has proven that a Wight is a product of its breeding. Not all those people who were part of the claywings were evil, many just believed in a world far from loops, they just wanted to be free, I don't blame a bird caged in time for decades for longing to fly free. Only Caul's personal circle of friends knew about this quest for Abaton and Caul's desire to subjugate the normal human race, the other people in the movement just wanted to be free.

Caul made the Wights evil, the Wights had no real choice, they are victims of a system created to make them killers and useful servants to Caul. I'm not covering up the wights' bad actions, they really are criminals, I'm just saying that they could have had other fates. And as for the Hollows... They are practically animals in extreme suffering. They don't kill for pleasure, they kill out of necessity, out of hunger. The Wights used this hunger and suffering to turn the hollows into weapons. When a hollow hunter kills one of these creatures it is practically an act of mercy, they have been in extreme suffering for over a century. Becoming a Wight means spending the rest of your life in a loop of punishment for crimes committed while you were a starving hollow. I highly doubt that the ymbrynes and peculiars want to re-educate the Wights and rehabilitate them to live in society. Well, but that's just my OPINION.

#mphfpc #miss peregrines home for peculiar children #peculiar #ransom riggs #caul bentham #horatio mphfpc #wights #jacob portman

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herrera2k · 2 years ago

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“Studying”

(Bukayo Saka x Reader fluff)

Bukayo stared blankly at paper in front of him, containing calculations of something called photons, where visible light was on the electromagnetic spectrum, and factors of wave lengths with their frequencies. As far as he knew, this assignment could have been written in Arabic, considering how foreign the characters looked, what does “λ” even mean? He looked down and furrowed his eyebrows, before turning his head towards the girl next to him.

Y/n L/n sat at her organized desk, as she neatly wrote whilst simultaneously typing formulas into an advanced calculator. She stared at her paper with a focused expression, as she worked diligently. She was known throughout the school for being extremely educated. However, she was never made fun of for it. The girl was the definition of well rounded. As vice president of student council, a starter for the basketball and soccer team, and with one of the highest gpa’s in the entire school; she still managed to maintain a reputation as a friendly socialite.

Bukayo began to think to himself about how difficult it would be to maintain such an image. After having all that pressure placed on her shoulders, she still managed to flash a beautiful and contagious smile at seemingly everybody. He liked that. She was nice to everyone, and while she didn’t care about what talking to an outcast would do to her reputation, it still remained spotless. Despite not caring what others thought, she seemed to have had everybody’s hearts.

After minutes of staring at the girl across from him, he looked back down at his paper and cringed. He envied Y/n’s ability to do things so effortlessly, and not only it came to her education. Bukayo and her had not really talked much, but that was simply because he was too afraid. Once he had seen her at the mall while she was with her friends, and she had waved at him. He thought it was strange that she was able to recognize him, but Bukayo knew she knew who he was. He thought back to all the times he had seen her being so friendly with others, so would it hurt to go and ask for help? Bukayo was more focused on this decision than his homework.

After some more contemplating, he figured that he could kill two birds with one stone by talking to Y/n. Not only would she be able to help him better understand the lesson, but he would also get to talk with her. Maybe he could manage to make them frequent study buddies, though she would not truly benefit from studying with him.

Bukayo placed his palms on the desk in front of him, and awkwardly walked towards her. Focused on her work, she didn’t notice him until she spotted his shoes from under her desk. Y/n raised her eyebrows as she looked up and greeted her peer standing in front of her. “Hey Bukayo, whats up?” Her face expressing a hint of concern.

“Oh, hi Y/n, I was wondering if you understood the worksheet from Mrs. Martin’s class today?” He asked, slightly avoiding her eyes.

Y/n on the other hand, stared intently at him, a soft smile curled onto her face as she nodded. “Yes I do, do you need help?” She inquired.

Sheepishly, Bukayo nodded with a simper. “Okay then, do you wanna get a chair?” She continued

“Oh yeah that sounds great.” He reacted suddenly, and pulled up a chair to her desk after grabbing the worksheet from his. Bukayo sat down beside her and as weird as it sounded, decided to smell her. He took in her clean scent, something like lemons and mangos.

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As the two continued to study together, Bukayo found it more and more difficult to pay attention to the assignment. Occasionally, Y/n would say things like “You got that?” Or, “You understand, right?” To which he would respond with an eager yes and aggressive nod.

Y/n wasn’t stupid, she could tell something was off. On one occasion when his eyes were glued to her for far too long, she quickly placed her hand on top of his. He looked down with a confused expression, before looking back up at her. She squinted her eyes and simpered, “You okay Bukayo?” Bukayo wondered what to say next, awkwardly staring at the class around him. “Y/n.” He whispered, and beckoned for to come closer.

“Would you want to go study at the Starbucks down the street later this week?” He asked, pulling away with worried brows and staring into her eyes as he awaited her response.

“Like a date?” She rhetorically asked.

“Something like that.” Bukayo replied, plastering a nervous grin onto his face. Y/n sat there, seeming to contemplate her decision, which only worried the boy more.

“Yeah, how about after school on Thursday?” She said, looking him in the eyes after thinking for so long. Bukayo’s face seemed to light up.

“Okay yes! That’s great thank you.” He confirmed.

“I guess you could say we have chemistry,”

Y/n snickered, and but her tongue to disguise her laughter. “This is Physics, but alright.” She playfully chided.

Criticism appreciated, lmk if y’all got request.

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Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Sages of Balance

Concept

Pokemon Mystery Dungeon meets High Fantasy Isekai Anime with a focus on Political Intrigue, Mysteries, and Action.

Summary

Jay awakens in the world of Pokemon as a Buizel and must learn to fit into this surprisingly organized society he's fallen into. Things only become more complicated when a betrayal awakens the powers of a Sage within him. Moving to the Capital, Jay strives to adjust to his new role as a Keeper of Balance on top of navigating the uneven political landscape that seeks to trip him up at every turn. What adventures await him and his allies? What mysteries will he unravel? And what shadowy secrets lurk just beneath the surface of the Capital?

(The World Building and Story Beats sections will be under the Read More Link to prevent this post from taking up your entire dashboard.)

World Building

Society

Medieval/High Fantasy society with a Pokemon flavoring that focuses on keeping a balance between civilization and nature. Most accommodations such as food, shelter, education, and medicine are freely provided or traded for. Of course, being Pokemon, some may be more comfortable sleeping outside and various public spaces are set aside for this purpose. Money is mostly for luxuries, public works, and assistance programs so the shadow of capitalism doesn't hang over this world. There are rich Pokemon still, but they don't hoard their wealth for the most part. Many Pokemon choose to go by nicknames in this world as with the rapid development of society, the chances of you knowing more than one Pokemon of the same species is rather high. Pokemon choose these names for themselves once they are old enough and can change them throughout their lives is they so choose.

Magic and Technology

Typical high fantasy levels of technology, but catered towards Pokemon design sensibilities. Carts and taxis where the Pokemon pulling them are paid employees. Mail delivered by bird and Flying type Pokemon. Psychic and Fighting types working side by side as the primary construction and repair crews. Grass type apothecaries and Fire type bakers. High production of goods such as farms and plantations for seeds and berries. Enchanters specializing in creating orbs, rods, and accessories. Ethically sourced materials for building and crafting. Research into Frisms has resulted in the invention of sound broadcasting similar to radio and personal communication devices. Devices similar to still image cameras are common, but their version of video cameras are very expensive and are reserved for the rich or Law Enforcement Guild.

Guilds

Guilds are the lifeblood of society and come in various types. Adventuring Guilds sponsor Rescue and Exploration teams who brave the wilds and Mystery Dungeons of the world. Supply Guilds focus on providing various resources such as food through farming and gathering or collecting raw materials for building, making medicine, and crafting enchanted items. Crafting Guilds use the products from Supply Guilds to create the necessities of life from the mundane such as bricks and cookware to the fantastical such as the enchanted orbs, rods, and accessories often used by Adventurers. While the Adventurers keep the peace in the wilds, the Law Enforcement Guild keeps the peace within settlements. There is only one Law Enforcement Guild that has branches in every settlement and answers only to the High Council so as to prevent any potential schisms or power grabs.

Government

The government of this world is comprised of Councils. These Councils determine laws and policies through debate and voting. Council Members, known as Representatives or Councilmon, are determined by a mix of voting campaign and battle prowess. There are four levels of Councils. The Local Councils for towns and cities. The Provincial Councils for provinces. The Eighteen Councils which determine type-specific policies to be submitted to the High Council. The High Council which determines country (world?) wide policies and laws. Local Councils are made up of residents of the settlements they serve. Typically made up of town elders and leaders, membership is less about battle and more about local knowledge and trust. Provincial Councils have at least one member from each settlement within their province. Again, membership is less about battle prowess and more about local trust. The Eighteen Councils are a set of councils that reside in the Capital. One for each type, these Councils determine type-specific policies to be introduced to the High Council so that as many voices can be heard and represented as possible. Each typed Council has a single seat for each duel type. A Representative of a duel type, Rock/Fire for example, would sit in that seat for both Councils. They would represent Rock Types for the Fire Council, and Fire Types for the Rock Council. Members are determined by nation-wide voting campaigns and battles. While it is possible to win a campaign if you lose your battle, it requires a vast majority of the popular vote. There are also mono-typed Head Council Members on each typed Council that serve on the High Council and are elected in the same way. The High Council is comprised of the Head Council Members of each of the Eighteen Councils and the High Master of the Law Enforcement Guild to act as mediator and tie breaker. (Local, Provincial, and the Eighteen Councils also have members of the Law Enforcement Guild as members to perform the same duty.) This is the top authority of the lands and determines major policy changes, disaster responses, public project fund allocation, and acts as a High Court for high profile crimes.

Sages

There are certain Pokemon in the world born with extraordinary powers. These mono-typed Pokemon have their moves of the same type boosted beyond normal. They can also learn any move a Pokemon that shares their type can learn. For example, a Fire type Sage would be able to learn Incineroar's signature move Darkest Lariat. This makes them incredibly strong and versatile in battle. It is also said that these blessed Pokemon are able to hear the Voice of Life, the very will of the planet. It guides them to where they are needed and warns them of danger. Lead by the Voice, these Pokemon historically went on to protect others and defeat various evils as they arose. Over time, these Pokemon banded together and formed the Order of Sages. Known also as the Keepers of Balance, this order would use their abilities to protect those who could not protect themselves and offer their wisdom to those who would listen. Basically, they're the Jedi of this world, but with members being in the single digits and less corruptible. They even provide advice and opinions to the High Council.

Story Beats

WARNING! SPOILERS AHEAD! If you wish to wait on the chance that I might turn this into a full fledged fic, be aware the following lays out most of the story.

Jay awakens as a Buizel and is found by an elderly Simisage.

Simisage takes him and gives him a place to stay/work on his seed and berry plantation.

Jay learns about the world and society he's in and makes a few friends.

On friend in a fellow worker on the plantation, a Floatzel a bit older than him who takes him under his wing and teaches him lots of useful things like battling.

Jay follows Floatzel one day and discovers he's been running a very illegal smuggling and wild Pokemon trafficking ring.

They fight, but Floatzel is more experienced.

Jay refuses to give up, and awakens the powers of a Sage, defeating Floatzel.

The experience traumatizes Jay, who vows never to evolve.

Jay moves to the Capital (maybe one of the local friends joins him?) and is inducted into the Order of Sages.

He meets the other sages: Master Granbull, Second in command Zangoose, Marowak, Bayleef, and Rockruff.

Jay has adventures around the city, making new friends, new rivals, and just trying to adjust to his new politically sensitive role.

He also goes to therapy to deal with his trauma of his experience with Floatzel and dealing with the stress of being a sage.

Some fun things happen, such as a talent show and festival.

Over the course of the story, a mystery of missing and vanishing Pokemon begins to unfold.

The Mind Healers Guild is broken into, and personal secrets are being read over the city's broadcast system.

Jay's secret of being human is revealed, leading to a lot of scrutiny and prejudice.

Granbull's previously kind yet gruff manner becomes cruel as his hatred of humans gets the better of him.

A conspiracy is revealed: a certain group of Pokemon wish to erase certain types of Pokemon from existence.

They lay siege to the city to try and get to the defense systems that would allow them to cast a spell powerful enough to engulf the country.

Battles all over the city as the Sages, Councilmon, Adventurers, and the Law Enforcement Guild fight back this army that seems to have been formed overnight.

Jay and some allies manage to face the leaders of the cult in the chamber that would allow them to cast their spell.

They stalemate, and the spell goes off.

The other Sages create a protective ring to slow the advance of the spell, but are losing ground.

Jay digs deep and pulls upon forbidden and tremendous power, managing to break and undo the effects of the spell.

When he wakes up in the hospital, the cult has been apprehended, and his status as human is no longer a sore point as he quite literally saved the world.

Potential sequels include:

Ultra Beasts and Type: Null and the prejudice of being human-made Pokemon

The Treasures of Ruin and the dark emotions in the hearts of all.

That's all for this overview! I've had this story idea for a really long time and I might delve into more specific details in the future. Be aware that any of this is till subject to change. I hope you enjoyed!

-JayInk

#Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Sages of Balance #PMD: Sages of Balance #PMD: SoB #Ink Writes #Outline #Fanfiction #Pokemon #Pokemon Mystery Dungeon #Writing #World Building

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mostlysignssomeportents · 1 month ago

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This day in history

NEXT WEDNESDAY (October 23) at 7PM, I'll be in DECATUR, GEORGIA, presenting my novel THE BEZZLE at EAGLE EYE BOOKS.

#20yrsago Interview with me on All About Symbian https://web.archive.org/web/20041209231331/http://www.allaboutsymbian.com/features/viewarticle.php?id=110

#10yrsago Canadian government threatens bird watchers for writing concerned letter about bee die-off https://www.cbc.ca/news/politics/revenue-canada-targets-birdwatchers-for-political-activity-1.2799546

#5yrsago Design fiction, politicized: the wearable face projector https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_PoudPCevN0

#5yrsago Cable is bullshit, and so is 5G: give me fiber or give me death! https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2019/10/why-fiber-vastly-superior-cable-and-5g

#5yrsago Relatives and cronies of Cambodia’s dictator have bought “golden passports” from Cyprus and exfiltrated millions https://www.reuters.com/investigates/special-report/cambodia-hunsen-wealth/

#5yrsago Berkeley city council unanimously votes to ban facial recognition technology https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2019/10/victory-berkeley-city-council-unanimously-votes-ban-face-recognition

#5yrsago Greta Grotesk: a font based on Greta Thunberg’s hand-lettered signs https://drive.google.com/file/d/1f6JdU9jG6J69mngi5-xYwbKXtCcnslJo/view

#5yrsago Leaks reveal how creepy, cultish monopolist Intuit lobbied Congress and the IRS to kill free tax-filing https://www.propublica.org/article/inside-turbotax-20-year-fight-to-stop-americans-from-filing-their-taxes-for-free#168905

#5yrsago 6 years after expose revealed docs taking millions from pharma companies, it’s only getting worse https://www.propublica.org/article/we-found-over-700-doctors-who-were-paid-more-than-a-million-dollars-by-drug-and-medical-device-companies#169337

#5yrsago Pacifica Radio ignores injunction, continues to play canned content on NYC’s WBAI https://gothamist.com/news/judge-rules-wbai-can-return-air-owners-refuse-comply

#5yrsago McSweeney’s: sure, Bernie is incredibly popular, but can he sway the “completely hateable assholes, who want what’s worst for everyone?” https://www.mcsweeneys.net/articles/bernies-policies-are-good-but-how-can-he-appeal-to-the-absolute-worst-people-ever

#5yrsago The first book collecting the new Nancy comic is incredibly, fantastically, impossibly great https://memex.craphound.com/2019/10/17/the-first-book-collecting-the-new-nancy-comic-is-incredibly-fantastically-impossibly-great/

#1yrago Deb Chachra's "How Infrastructure Works" https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/17/care-work/#charismatic-megaprojects

Tor Books as just published two new, free LITTLE BROTHER stories: VIGILANT, about creepy surveillance in distance education; and SPILL, about oil pipelines and indigenous landback.

#pluralistic

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transentiencestudios · 14 days ago

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Uru species

Uru are highly educated, peaceful, feathery beings with utopian living standards. Poverty and homelessness have been eradicated since every individual has the opportunity to receive government assistance as long as they demonstrate a desire to advance in life, whether through work or higher education. The Uru are one of the three official council species, and so have one of their own in charge of preserving the democratic interests and equality of all federation species. When rights are violated, they are never held accountable because that is exactly what they are actively trying to safeguard, and they frequently conflict with the Varek and Skaarn as a result of their irrational experiments or condemning actions - which is a good thing. Uru will always pick the path of least aggressiveness, even if it is tactically ineffective.

The Uru Esko (to the right) are the Urukind's ancestral race; they are accustomed to colder temperatures and thus prefer to live in colder arctic regions today. However, many of them eventually moved into the cities that the Tero race built (to the left), and cross-race relationships became the norm. Esko retain some separate communities on Persus, particularly in icier regions. You can imagine it being similar to modern-day tribes on Earth, yet most Esko are aware of civilization and prefer a simple traditional existence relying primarily on the consumption of fish. The Tero make up the majority of the Uru population. Long ago, they moved away from colder regions and created towns around Persus‘ equator, near volcanoes or subterranean magma rivers. They gradually lost the majority of their plumage as temperatures got more tolerable and building insulation improved significantly. Some genetic engineering was most likely used to quicken the process. This also boosted Tero's mobility over interstellar space. They never overheat on stations and would only struggle on hotter worlds and/or environments, of which there are few. Tero are basically the modern Uru. They dress in a variety of colours, and males even apply make-up powders to impress females. This is something that became common in Uru society; it did not originate with the Esko. Despite being a minority race, Esko are well-known for their calm and focused temperament. They excel at school and get along well with the most of the Uru. However, cross-racial parents and Uru society have the potential to alter this norm.

[The Triumvirate is partly run by an Uru Esko male president.]

Domesticated animals

Delicacies

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kagrena · 1 year ago

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August 12th: Free Day

for @tes-summer-fest. Consider this a combination of Beloved, Mortal, & Profane prompts.

At the very end of time, two dwarves reunite. Follows the events of A Thesis: On Twelve Tones.

Thanks to @ervona for all her help with this.

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6E 2521, Sun's Dawn

Bthemetz, formerly, Esteemed Dwemer Architect, since turned Dashing Exile and Roguish Renegade – or at least, that was how she told it, when she was in a good mood – was enjoying the cloud-top view on the upper decks of her very own steam-powered airship – en route somewhere between the Sunk Halls of Colossus and the Anequinan Archipelago, she would have estimated – when she received the letter that turned her circuits inside out.

It arrived, magnificently, via bird. One who announced its triumphant arrival by pecking at her cranial plates.

Fine, the absurdity of it aside – it was an old-fashioned yet not entirely obsolete means of delivery, still common enough amongst the islanders north of the Niben Sea. Really though, what would they want with her, though? She stayed well clear of anything close to New Dwemereth. And why not a courier, or a tonal telegraph, or a direct apparition using the teleportation matrix, for that matter? This was before the painfully detailed instructions on what exactly to do in case the letter was not delivered to its intended recipient – which was herself, it turned out, someone had written this for her – were addressed. This crow whisperer and sendee had outlined no less than nine sub-divided steps on how the letter might be returned to Ghourrock Isle (which Bthemetz presumed was some far-flung Orcish settlement known for their overly familiar corvid population), or, if not possible, how to dispose of the letter (quite vigorously – this person presumed the recipient had some highly concentrated acid to hand) and what precisely to do with the bird that had been entrusted to deliver it (which had some quite peculiar care requirements, it turned out).

The first warning sign was that these same instructions were repeated on the reverse in four different dialects of Aldmeris, ranging from antiquated to simply baffling. Who on Tamriel was still writing in High Chimeris of all things?

(A Dwemer)

Bthemetz didn't particularly want to think about that – because if this message hadn’t slipped out from a scamp at the back-end of Oblivion (which Bthemetz wasn’t entirely discounting, she still kept a few contacts with troublemakers in the forbidden regions), it was almost definitely from another Dwemer.

(A very old Dwemer)

One who had refused to reckon with the changing state of reality since The Reappearance. One, whom, from the choice of and number of languages, was likely both a powerful and exceedingly well-educated individual, most likely from Western Morrowind or Vvardenfell – Bzanthzel or even Vvardenfell-Khoram, knowing her luck – appeared well-versed in both local politics and international affairs during the height of the First Council –

(A very old, very powerful Dwemer, yet to reappear–)

Her stomach was sinking already.

(But why would they send a bird?)

She unsealed the letter.

Fourteen pages. Careful Dwemeris, double-sided, black ink. Encoded three times over. She almost shut down, seeing it all. The exact set of ciphers she had difficulty recalling, it had been so long since she sat on the Architects Committee, but the codes themselves – unmistakable.

And oh! Oh so personal – it came flooding back, they’d used this set exclusively in their own correspondence, hadn't they? Bthemetz had all but inscribed these old codes over her stilled, dead heart and then burned them in there, burned them, along with the broken tea sets and the stolen bedsheets and the careful hands braiding her hair and the casual blasphemy and the principles of Anuic Disruption they had co-authored and their careful hands, again –

She couldn’t finish that thought. It would bury her.

She went back to the delivery instructions. Chose a language both of them had contempt for. That would be safe. Bthemetz couldn't even read High Nordic – she did not share the sender's gift for languages, and had torn their tongue out merely learning to speak Dwemeris improperly, let alone anything as useless as High Nordic, which was three millennia dead. She lurched forward, which made the bird – who she discovered was a crow named Gnorgi, could not eat carrots, and had since decided the piping of her external combustion engine was a very comfortable perch – very upset with her. Had their handwriting always been this meticulous? So carefully spaced? She remembered it being messier. She tried to picture it messier.

She tore open the letter.

Bthemetz, I scarcely know how to begin.

She tore herself away.

She sat down. Stood up. Walked in a circle three times. Her legs did not fold beneath her and her body did not break and the motor engine where her heart should have been did not begin to roar and scream and hiss. The crow, Gnorgi, looked at her curiously. She went back to the letter. Rifled through the pages. Tore through them, at random, because she definitely wasn't trying to find something, anything, any kind of sign or direct confirmation, telling her this wasn’t exactly what it felt like –

—and I find myself so overwhelmed. The world has moved on without me. So many people I treasured are long dead. I could not begin to list what I mourn, who I mourn. My life's work and purpose, stolen, defaced, ridiculed. I am a parable for children, Bthemetz. 'Beware, the Dwemer, defeated by their own hubris! Hoisted by their own cutting bells!' And yet, for all their mockery, I am struck by the way we loom in those tales like giants while calling us ‘dwarves’. Menacing, unfathomable, foreign ‘dwarves’. How much we frightened them, Bthemetz! They coveted everything we had as much as they wanted to burn it. They built empires out of our ashes as soon as they turned our names into a curse. They sought to comprehend our ‘magics’ as distant ancients, yet none of them would dare imagine what it was like to be alive at that time, after war and occupation and constant patrols around our city borders, surrounded by god-fearing men and mer who all wanted to slit our throats. Did they realise that we raced towards discovery for fear that it would be seized from us again? I cannot think too long on this, for the thought burns inside of me like dragonfire, and I become torn with anger. I would think of you often, then, as I read these ‘Tales’ the local witch lent me. About what you lost. What you endured and what you still, now, endure. I don't think I grasped it then - how could I possibly have? I understand something of loss, but you returned to Tamriel thousands of years after your death, to broken poems and pottery shards and a world that had moved on. And you looked at us, at our world, and decided immediately that it would be yours. That you were going to live again, live anew. How did you even manage it? How could you bear it? How on earth could you decide to live, so easily? I loved you for your courage, amongst your many other admirable qualities, but knowing what I do now, I don't think I loved you enough for it. I would be lucky to have even half as much—

Bthemetz folded the page crisply in half. She clutched her right wrist. Her right wrist contained a device that could incinerate paper and parchment in a matter of seconds. The page was folded crisply in half, and was not crumpled on the floor. She clutched her right wrist.

(She was back)

Years. Years of hopeless searching – from Morrowind to Elsweyr, from Tamriel to Akavir to beyond, to the darkest corners of Oblivion and the Void beyond it, before she had to give up, give up and move on, or else consume herself utterly in the maddening glimpses of what she had held so dear. Years. And Bthemetz had never once entertained the thought that Kagrenac would be the one to find her.

She did not know what to do with herself. She clutched her right wrist.

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6E 2521, Rain's Hand

They meet again, after so long, on the last island before Atmora. They wander out to northernmost cliffs, Kagrenac and Bthemetz, two old dwarves near the end of time, for a short walk before the rains come.

The world they know has vanished: gods have come and gone, cities have sunken beneath new oceans, and magic has almost vanished – now the sole purview of White-Gold tower, squabbled over by Imperial wizards and witch-pirates who traded in rare spells. Wrothgar is not an ancient mountain range that houses a great history of Orcish-Dwemeri relations, but a string of storm-swept isles where wreck-divers and scrap-riggers cobble together something skyworthy from whatever washes up from the Sea of Ghosts.

Kagrenac tells Bthemetz of this. Of Clan Marog and the Isle of Ghourrock. Of Grasha, a teenage crab-catcher who found her washed up dead in a cave while looking for lichens, and Witch-Wife Rikka, a former Weather-Witch who stitched her wounds and tended to her after she woke up, alive again, without explanation. Spin-Sister Shufti, who spins tales as much as she did Echatere yarn and brings fresh gossip with over-salted clam stew. Chief Moraga, a rugged old Ship-Rigger from the pirate clans, now settled down and more than happy to help Kagrenac string together an instrument from salvage, who finds it greatly amusing that they enjoy bawdy old Wrothgaran love songs quite so much. The rest, who herd goats and spin wool and while they wait for the clan-ships to return from the hunt. Of how life was both tedious and tightly-woven.

Bthemetz asks more on that than anything else. Was it a home? Was it a coffin, slowly rotting? Both, replied Kagrenac. Are you content out here? Yes. Oh, very much yes. Surprisingly, yes. Perhaps in another life, the winds would have kept her here. Bthemetz does not say much, after this, for a long time. Perhaps they are lying.

“Of what, precisely? Grey cliffs and 90% chance of rain?” She pauses. “The shipwreck engineers are quite resourceful – I do admit that much–”

“Ah. I see,” says Kagrenac. There is a slither of a smile, but not unkind. “You're envious.”

“Oh, you'd be bored beyond your greatest imagination, Bthemetz. Bouncing off the walls.”

Bthemetz scoffs. It is strange for Kagrenac to see her, a mess of wires and melted-down brass, ill-fitting parts cobbled together, make the exact same expressive gestures as she did as the Brass Architect, a living work of art.

“And yet, the fine company of Chief Moraga gra-Marug does not bore you, does it Kagrenac?”

Kagrenac offers a hint of a smile. It is a sad one. Not once has Bthemetz called them 'Rena', 'Renya', 'Kagrena', or anything but their full name since they began speaking.

“I am quite well acquainted,” Kagrenac adds. “With her witch and wife, Rikka, as well.”

Bthemetz throws her head back and laughs.

“Oh, you have been busy. What a productive fifteen months.”

“I was too ill to leave my bed for a great number of them, frankly,” Kagrenac says. “I didn't know how to send a message off the island before the lunar new year.”

Bthemetz halts.

“Is that an apology, Kagrenac?”

“An explanation.” She almost knits her hands together, as a girl might, before stopping herself. They rest awkwardly at her sides. “I was also... quite upset.”

Bthemetz looks out to the horizon. The sun is lingering at its edge.

“Are you still, in your own words, quite upset?”

Kagrenac shakes her head. “Dwemereth, as we knew it, is gone. It seems senseless to still seethe over a betrayal to what doesn't exist.”

“I asked how you feel. Not how you ought to feel.”

Kagrenac crumples her brow.

“I – I don’t know if I follow.”

“It has been a year. You cannot so easily bat away sheer rage with a puff of logic.” Bthemetz says. “Surely you know this. You spent almost your whole life fueled by it. You are perhaps the most resentful person I know. I almost wonder how you can even stand to speak to me.”

Kagrenac closes their eyes. Their hands still. Their takes a step forward. Their voice lowers.

“Would you feel better, Bthemetz, if I openly despised you?”

“It would feel more familiar.”

They step away.

“For that, I am sorry.”

Something clenches.

“I hurt you.” said Bthemetz. “Terribly.”

“I want to move past that.”

“I betrayed our people. Our home. I took our dearest secret and delivered it straight in to the hands of our worst enemies. I started the damned war–”

“I know,” they say, gravely. “Bthemetz, I have always known. I stand by my previous statement.”

Bthemetz stops. She flings her arms outwards.

“You tried to kill me!”

“I know.”

It is soft and it is tense and it is mournful. The way she says it. Almost a whisper.

“How.” There's rattling. Bthemetz's arms begin to shake. “I don't understand – I simply do not understand how you can–”

She seizes up. The lights flicker off and on.

“Bthemetz?”

There's a moment where nothing is said, and all that is heard is the rumbling of the ocean, the crashing of the waves. A bird cries in the distance. A light switches on suddenly.

The next words are cut with gritted teeth.

“I – I apologise,” says Bthemetz. “This iteration,” she gestures to her brass form, “it has its limitations. As you can very well see.”

“Would you rather I visit your realm?”

“No. No, I would rather you not.” She sighs. “I mean, not to be discourteous–”

“It is fine. No explanation is required.” Kagrenac says. “And we do not need to have all of this conversation now.”

Bthemetz looks at her carefully.

“You're sincere about this, aren't you?”

Kagrenac nods.

They continue walking as the cliffs give way to the coast. They climb their way down to the shore, rough rock and crashing waves, and here, at the edge of a world neither of them really understand, Bthemetz speaks again.

“You asked me how I could bear it.”

Kagrenac turns. The wind pulls sharply at the winter shawl they have borrowed from Shufti, at the braids Rikka had re-beaded only four nights before. Something in them wants to come loose.

“How I could bear...” Bthemetz pauses. “Living in a world that has left me behind, I believe you said. Broken poetry, something to that dramatic effect. I think, well—” and there's her laugh that twinkles and sounds like the smile Kagrenac could not touch, devastating to the ears, “—you still idealise her, a bit, don’t you? The Radical Rabble-Rouser that I was. The little priest who tried to set herself and The Priesthood ablaze in the fires of Revolution.”

It is such a Bthemetzian twist of rhetoric. A glib reference to her hated past, an unspoken accusation, and a gesture that circled entirely around the point, and yet Kagrenac can only respond as they always have:

“How could I not? I grew up on tales of you.”

Bthemetz, who has heard this a thousand times before, laughs.

“I think the dishonest answer would be that I moved on and became an Architect so readily because I hated my old life. It's half-true, but...”

She trails off. She's rattling in the wind. Kagrenac has to ask her, before it blows either of them away.

“What of the honest answer?”

Bthemetz does not and cannot smile. There's a metal mask bolted on in place of where a face sits. Kagrenac does not see the knowing smile in the breath where an answer should be, that quick uptick of her lips that liked to say things such as: there is so much pain in the world you don't even know. Kagrenac does not see anything in Bthemetz before she gives her answer.

“I had you, of course.”

It shouldn't have felt like a knife to the heart. To hear her say that.

“And when you disappeared,” continues Bthemetz. “When all of you disappeared. And I was alone. That was when I couldn't bear it. I... I couldn't bear it.”

“I am sorry,” they say softly.

The wind begins to roar. The seas surge inwards. The cold is sharp in the air. Kagrenac realises, despite themselves, that they would move the mountains to the stars to close the distance between them at that moment. That they would remake time and the world itself to lessen her pain, if they had such a power. The unspeakable things they would do, yet again, for Bthemetz! Those very same things that had torn them and the world apart. As if they had learned nothing at all from their utter obliteration. Where had that reckless impulse, to stand equal to the gods, left them, now? Here, thousands of years and miles away from her home, from the woman she called home, whose heart she so dearly wanted to cradle? A lone dwarf at the end of the world without choir or clan or acolytes or instruments or the echoes of the Twelve Tones they had once devoted their life to. Incapable of changing the course of their lives, held at the mercy of the whims of the winds and the tides, like any other that walk this soil. Like any mortal soul.

It is bitter, it is such a bitter thing, to reckon with.

It is all they can offer.

#tesfest 23 #kagrenac #dwemer #morrowind #the elder scrolls #bthemetz #dwemereth #kagrenac/bthemetz #in some ways I am sad because this is the companion piece to the half finished 'kagrenac wakes up in a fishing village' AU #but also this is my favourite attempt at a final epilogue ive ever done quite frankly #tesfest23

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gilgamish · 1 year ago

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WIP Whatever - The Great Chapel of Julianos

i vastly overestimated the brain cells and spoons that i would have by wednesday of last week lol but we stay silly and we fight the brain fog :> tagged by the illustrious: @thequeenofthewinter , @nuwanders , @mareenavee , @kookaburra1701 , @paraparadigm , @saltymaplesyrup , and @tallmatcha (i will properly tag people for the meme when i am not horrifically late in posting again. i'm afraid may have already blown up enough people's notifications for one day, i think, lol)

some wild headcanoneering beneath the cut :>

What had once been the Great Chapel of Julianos in Skingrad was a lonely building. A bird’s eye view showed the Chapel square in the center of a massive forum of pale stone, gleaming in the rain as if to cry. For now built around the Great Chapel, were buildings that housed various wings of a hospital. That hospital and its four wings saw more patients than any other healing houses, almshouses, or clinics in Tamriel, save for the Faculty of Chirurgeons of Cloudrest, whose numbers went unreported by the Aldmeri Dominion. The Elder Council could boast the numbers of lives saved by the School’s efforts with its small army of healers, and so they continued to ply the School of Julianos with tithes to run these clinics. Then, the Council saw room to boast further. After the Elder Council had learned through an inquiry that the Empire’s youngest laborers couldn’t name ‘Akatosh’ as the God of the Empire nor identify their Emperor, the School of Julianos returned, promising to educate all citizens of the Empire in a renewed crusade against all ignorance. No citizen would go without knowing their numbers, letters, and names and prayers to the Divines. It seemed an investment of recursive benefits. The School of Julianos received a never-ending supply of children to fill the ranks of their clergy. The Legion received a steady stream of volunteers. The Elder Council ensured generations of loyal citizens, who were culturally Imperial before all else. But the Great Chapel didn’t know any of this. There used to be warmth and life and people in its walls. Shrine candles went unlit. The carpets were heavy with dust. Molder climbed the walls and the pews and books. Rain sloshed against the colored glass windows, drowning the saints and gods cast in them. Rain’s Hand was always thrust unevenly on the West Weald, with half the days carrying up the warm, coastal winds from the Abecean, and the other half arriving in a tumult of freezing rains without the thunder and only the clench of winter. On one of these days where the forum between the Great Chapel and hospital-basilica flooded ankle deep, worshipers, pilgrims, and clergy alike hurried for shelter under the basilica’s eaves. As they rang out their clothes, a door banged open. They peeled away from the hooded figure, dressed in the white and green of a Primate, who floated past them. Deluge slid off their frame, a Weather-ward spell shimmering in the humidity. They cut across the forum, straight to the Chapel all to ready to welcome them, and within, found a figure already seated in the second pew from the altar. “Arturo,” the figure said without turning their head and confirming him by the entry. Time had left the mer gnarled, skin drooping over his emerald eyes, and painful, twisted hands reached up to usher him into sitting. They were marked by sunspots from the harsh Nibenese sun, burnishing the gold. “Taelorm,” Arturo said back, taking a seat next to him. Long nails clicked on the dusty wood. “You’re Primate, now, as I understand it?” “Yes.” He wouldn’t mention that this happened nearly ten years ago. Something about the perception and movement of time in the minds of Mer. Settling down in pew next to him, he didn’t feel much older than the Acolyte that Taelorm had known him as. Hardly older than a boy, and speaking of… “And you’re still taking on acolytes, aren’t you?” “One.” A tired, airy chuckle. “A human, who is terrible at being a human. I’m afraid I’ve only shown him how to be a mer.”

so happy i could rework this section >:]

#wip whatever #wip snippet #tcuh

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ferinehuntressmoved · 1 year ago

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[ B ] ASIC　INFORMATION　.

LEGAL NAME:　Caitlyn Lavender Mizuki of House Kiramman　. MOST KNOWN AS:　Caitlyn　. NICKNAME(S):　Cait, Cupcake, Caity, Cit-Cat, Little Bird, Snowflake　. DATE OF BIRTH:　December 20th　. SEX:　cis-female ( she / her / hers )　. PLACE OF BIRTH:　High Piltover, Gardener Street Estate Home　. CURRENTLY LIVING:　Piltover; including the Kiramman Estate or Vi's Flat　. SPOKEN LANGUAGES:　Piltovan/Zaunite (Common tongue, like English), Ionian, Va-Nox, Freljordian, Demacian, Shuriman, Buhru, Sign Language, and a little Vastayan EDUCATION:　Aristocrat Schooling, High Diplomat education　. HAIR COLOR:　Dark blue with Silver-Gray Streaking　. EYE COLOR:　Heterochromia, Ocean Blue -> A mix of Caribbean blue outer color mixed with tropical turqoise green inner color　. HEIGHT:　6'2" (6’ 4’’ with heels)　.

[ F ] AMILY　INFORMATION　.

SIBLING(S):　Jayce Talis [ @futureforged / Adopted Brother ]　;　Viktor [ @hexcoremagician / Adopted brother ]　;　Sett [ @goldenfists / Adopted Brother ]　. PARENT(S):　Cassandra Rose Jade of House Kiramman & Tobias Miran of House Kiramman (Before being married, was just Tobias Miran)　. CHILDREN:　none　. PET(S):　Selene - Black Sphynx Cat　;　Freyja - Black Tiger Protector　;　Duke, Bear, Lady, Storm, River, & Wolf - Six German Shepards hounds　.

[ R ] ELATIONSHIP　INFORMATION　.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION:　Lesbian　. RELATIONSHIP STATUS:　In a relationship with Vi　[ @shimmerbeasts,　@decidentia,　@gauntlets-shot,　@realmyths,　@undercity-prodigy,　@torntruth,　 ]　. SINCE WHEN:　Dependent on verses ; typically after the events of the council hall explosion　.

➤ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 [ : ] stolen from old blog ➤ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 [ : ] @shimmerbeasts, @hexcoremagician, @futureforged, @goldenfists, @gauntlets-shot, @decidentia, @realmyths, @powdied, @jynxd, @blackrosesmatron, @heredis-sanguinis, @angelicxlly, @demacianhcart, @defyances, @knifvd, @piltover-sharpshooter

#games — i had a break in the case .#Had to fix this #saw a lot of issues

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intoxicatingimmediacy · 1 year ago

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Loki Season 2: Who Plays X-5?

"Loki" Season 2 brings everyone's favorite god of mischief back to the Marvel Cinematic Universe — but he's not alone. Marvel Studios' first foray into a multi-season show introduces plenty of new characters, like O.B. (Ke Huy Quan), General Dox (Kate Dickie), and X-5 (Rafael Casal), a Time Variance Authority (TVA) agent with quite the disdain for Mobius (Owen Wilson) and his love of Jet Skis. Although "Loki" Season 2 is Casal's most mainstream project to date, the actor has had enough appearances in his relatively young career to leave viewers wondering where they've seen him before. In 2018, he starred in the critically acclaimed movie "Blindspotting," writing and acting alongside longtime friend Daveed Diggs to bring the culture and reality of Oakland, California, to life on-screen. Casal also starred in, produced, and served as showrunner for Starz's spin-off sequel series of the same name. Additionally, the actor was part of the ensemble cast of "Bad Education," playing Kyle Contreras alongside Hugh Jackman, Ray Romano, and Allison Janney in HBO's award-winning television movie on America's largest public school embezzlement case. He also appeared on the 2019 revival of "Are You Afraid of the Dark?" as the main villain, Mr. Tophat, and played John Cook on Showtime's "The Good Lord Bird" miniseries. "Loki" Season 2, Episode 1 introduces X-5 as a seemingly strict TVA agent who delivers Mobius and B-15 (Wunmi Mosaku) to the TVA's judges' council. Based on the Season 2 trailer, fans can expect to see more of Rafael Casal, who seems to be going by the alias Brad Wolfe outside of the TVA. However, you won't catch the actor revealing much about his character anytime soon. "I cannot even confirm or deny this," Casal joked in April in response to Screen Rant Plus interviewer Tatiana Hullender's comment that he's "Loki" Season 2. "But that's a cool show, and if I was on it, it would be so awesome. I'll bet Tom Hiddleston is the best, I think Owen Wilson seems like a really awesome guy, and that all that cast and crew, I'll bet, are fantastic to work with. And so I'm really excited to see what Season 2 has because I'm a fan." While Casal found a fun way to adhere to any NDAs he may or may not have with Marvel Studios, "Loki" Season 2, Episode 1 officially confirms his MCU debut as X-5, and based on his scenes, it's evident he had a great time filming alongside Hiddleston and Wilson.

#rafael casal #loki

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anjels001 · 4 months ago

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Mirdal Clan

General Description:

The Mirdal Clan is one of the most respected and strategic clans of Mandalore, known for its dedication to knowledge, tradition preservation, and strategic planning. Under the protection of House Vevut, the Mirdal Clan plays a crucial role in maintaining order and formulating long-term plans to ensure the stability and advancement of Mandalorian society.

Emblem and Symbolism:

Emblem: The Mirdal Clan's sigil is a stylized image of the Mirdalaan, a native Mandalorian bird symbolizing wisdom and clarity. The emblem features feathers in deep blue, silver, and emerald green, with elegant depictions of the bird's double wings and amber eyes. The deep blue background reflects reliability, while the black details add a note of seriousness and justice.

Distinctive Characteristics:

Knowledge and Strategy: The Mirdal Clan is renowned for its expertise in knowledge and strategic planning. Its members are highly skilled in combat tactics and strategic analysis, ensuring that their actions are well-founded and effective.

Tradition Preservation: The clan places a high value on preserving Mandalorian traditions. They are guardians of cultural practices and rituals, ensuring that the rich Mandalorian heritage is respected and maintained.

Neutrality and Order: While the clan is strategic and assertive, it maintains a neutral stance in many conflicts, focusing on ensuring order and balance within Mandalorian society. This neutrality allows them to act as mediators and maintain stability.

Structure and Hierarchy:

Leaders: The clan is led by a "Keldabe," a high-level strategist who coordinates operations and makes critical decisions. The Keldabe is elected based on experience, wisdom, and strategic skills.

Council of Guardians: A group of advisors who assist the Keldabe. The Council consists of experts in various fields, including tactics, diplomacy, and history, and helps ensure that the clan's decisions are well-informed and balanced.

Guardians of the Path: An elite unit dedicated to protecting the clan's secrets and traditions. They are responsible for executing the clan's strategies and ensuring the security and integrity of its operations.

Relationship with House Vevut:

Protection and Support: The Mirdal Clan is under the protection of House Vevut, which provides political and physical support, allowing the clan to focus on its responsibilities without worrying about external threats.

Strategic Collaboration: The relationship with House Vevut strengthens the Mirdal Clan's ability to plan and execute complex strategies, leveraging the house's neutrality to operate effectively and maintain order.

Culture and Traditions:

Rituals and Ceremonies: The Mirdal Clan conducts rituals celebrating wisdom and knowledge, including ceremonies that highlight the importance of the Mirdalaan as a symbol of clarity and insight.

Education and Training: Training within the clan is intensive, focusing on strategy, tradition preservation, and tactical skills. The clan invests in the continuous education of its members to ensure they remain competent leaders and strategists.

Impact on Mandalorian Society:

The Mirdal Clan plays a vital role in Mandalorian society, contributing to stability, tradition preservation, and strategic planning. Its collaboration with House Vevut and commitment to knowledge and order ensure that the clan continues to be a significant pillar in preserving and advancing Mandalorian values.

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