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dracoqueen22 · 6 months ago

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BlorboWriMo 2024 - Day Five

“I noticed.” Cecil squares his shoulders and matches her tone. “I recognize that Shively and I arrived earlier than anticipated, but that is no excuse for tardiness. Everyone should have been here prepared and present ten minutes ago.”

Thatcher smirks, the lazy dip of his mouth bleeding insubordination. Dougan slouches next to him, two years younger and eager to impress not his captain, but Thatcher, who’s made something of a name for himself as a rebel because he’s loud and toes the line.

Cecil says nothing. He looks to Shively instead. “Who’s missing?”

She produces the list from her side pouch and reviews the names before saying, “Private Soukus and Private Mayfield.”

Cecil does not recognize either name. New graduates, he assumes, given the rest of his unit.

“Mark them for censure.” Cecil tucks his hands behind his back and turns back toward the remaining eight, half of whom have lost attention and started to slouch. “This mission is of utmost importance. We are tasked with reclaiming, if not the sword herself, then information pertaining to the location of the Zivati Sirene.”

This sparks interest in even Thatcher, for the loss of Sirene has long been a blight for the Templar. Suddenly, Cecil has their full attention.

“To that end,” he continues, “I am hereby ordering that we capture, not kill, any Ori we encounter. Any persons found disobeying that order and reducing our chance to reclaim Sirene will face censure not only by me, but by High Templar Menelaus. Am I clear?”

“Yes, sir!” the chorus of agreement was almost perfectly in tandem, though Cecil could practically see the scheming in Thatcher’s avian eyes.

Shively claps her hands together. “Good.” She climbs up into the cart, taking the reins as the two matching borses paw anxiously at the cobblestones. “Private Calvin, you’re up front with me. Everyone else, into the back.”

There is some grumbling, but no one outright refuses. Given that Private Calvin stands three heads taller than everyone else – definitely Gigant in his heritage – and broader than Shively herself, cramming him in the back would be torture.

Borse-drawn carts aren’t usually given on a mission such as Cecil’s, but if he’s to return with prisoners, it’ll be easier to keep them in line. It’ll also make travel faster.

Cecil returns to Snow and pulls himself into the saddle. He’s just about situated when the front doors of the barracks fling open and two infantrymen come barreling into view, one a rosy-cheeked human with ginger curls and the other with felinid in their heritage, given their furred ears and large, almond eyes.

They were both at the same table in the mess hall, openly disparaging Cecil and complaining about their assignment.

“We’re here!” gasps the felinid, sharp canines poking from behind thin lines. “Private Mayfield, reporting for duty!”

“Private Soukus, reporting in!” says the human, freckles a spray across their face as they snap to attention, armor askew and graduation badges on their lapel.

Cecil swings Snow around to face both of them, staring down from on high. “You are late,” he says. “If we had left without you, I would have stripped the both of you of your diploma.”

“Apologies!” Mayfield bows deep, ears flattened to their skull, genuinely contrite.

Soukus offers a shallow bow and a mumble that might be an apology, if Cecil were feeling gracious, which he’s not. Soukus’ voice, he recalls, had been the loudest.

“He called you a whore,” Vesper says. She crouches in his mind like a vulture eyeing fresh kill. “Is it still legal for a captain to lash his subordinates?”

Cecil sends her a wave of fondness. “Not before a mission, you bloodthirsty creature.” Besides, tardiness and mumbled apologies are not insults worthy of a lashing, but given Soukus’ attitude, Cecil’s rather certain it won’t be long before the boy insults again.

“Private Mayfield, get in the cart,” Cecil says, his voice as cold and hard as the stone around them. “Private Soukus, if you emerge from that cart with your armor as askew as it is now, I will ensure your next year is spent scrubbing the latrine. Am I understood?”

Mayfield snaps off a perfunct salute and hustles to load themself into the cart. Soukus’ brow draws down, pale eyes narrowing into a glower as he mutters, “yes, sir” before he climbs into the cart.

“That one will be a problem,” Vesper says. “Watch your back, Cecil, or he might put his sword through it.”

“They are rarely that brave,” Cecil says, but he makes note of it nonetheless. He catches Shively’s gaze, and her short nod indicates she will be keeping an eye on Soukus as well.

Cecil clicks his tongue, urging Snow into motion, her claws clicking on the cobblestone as he moves ahead of the cart, and Shively follows behind. He’d best turn his focus to the mission. Vesper is relying on him, and so area ll the Templar.

He cannot let anyone down.

***end chapter two****

Lucas and Lysia are in the middle of an amusing anecdote, each cutting in over the other to correct themselves, when Dart feels the tingle up his spine.

He pauses mid-step, something inside him going warm and vibrant all at once, as Sirene almost leaps out of her sheath.

“Vesper!” she cries as he claps a hand down on her hilt, keeping her in place. “I can feel her. She’s near!”

“Hold!” Dart snaps, in a voice of command he didn’t know he had, one hand rising into the air to close into a fist. “Everyone, be quiet.”

Lysia and Lucas immediately shut their trap, Lucas notching an arrow to his bow while Lysia draws her great sword. They go back to back, staring into the woods to either side. Clare and Telemus have already gone ahead, scouting the path, while Weaver brings up the rear, twenty pace behind.

“What is it?” Lysia asks.

“What’s going on?” Lucas whispers.

“I think there’s a Zivati blade somewhere nearby,” Dart says. He rubs a thumb over the jewel inlay in Sirene’s hilt, turning his questions inward. “How close?”

Sirene makes a quiet whimper of desperation. “Close,” she whines, unhelpfully. “Oh, please, Dart. We have to go to her.”

Wait.

“If you can sense her, can she sense you?” Dart asks.

“Of course!”

Fuck.

“We have a problem,” Dart says right as Telemus barrels out of the woods to the right, clutching his right arm where an arrow protrudes from his bicep.

“Templars! On the road ahead of us,” he gasps. He’s pale with pain, blood trickling out over his fingers from the wound. “It’s a full unit. Their captain has a borse.”

Fuck the Riptide!

Dart tightens his grip on Sirene’s hilt. “How far?”

“They’ll be on us in minutes,” Telemus says. He sags back against a tree trunk, gasping for breath, as if he’d run the entire way. “What should we do, Captain?”

This time, the title does not give him a thrill. It causes dread to pour over his body in an icy cold wave. One which has nothing to do with the fact it has started to snow, small flakes falling silently down upon them.

They cannot defeat the Templar in a straight battle. Ori units simply aren’t structured for head to head combat. Their mission is meant to be one of stealth, not direct combat. Typically, they would hide and wait for the Templar unit to pass. It is the smartest course of action. Save for one tiny problem.

Weaver catches up to them, an outraged squawk escaping her lips as she spies the arrow in her grandson’s shoulder. “They dare,” she says, voice low and threatening.

“Now is not the time,” Dart tells her, though a part of him agrees. A part of him wants to charge forth, fangs and claws bared, Sirene in hand. “They outnumber is.”

“I am not worried about numbers,” Weaver hisses.

“Our mission is important,” Lysia snaps back, though she hasn’t been able to take her eyes from the blood dripping down Telemus’ arm, staining the packed earth of the road beneath him.

“Yes, it is,” Dart says. He grabs Lysia and Lucas by an arm each, shoving them toward the forest. “Go. All of you. Hide.”

Both twins resist, digging their heels into the road. “Go? What the fuck do you mean go? Where do you think you’re going?”

“They can sense Sirene.” Dart pushes them harder, though it makes no difference. They’re both stronger than he is. “I’ll grab their attention, lead them away. Go.”

“Just leave the damned thing behind,” Weaver snaps. She snaps the arrow in half and pulls it out of Telemus, blood staining her fingers as she wraps it quickly.

Dart shakes his head. “I can’t do that.” Sirene’s his. It doesn’t matter that he’s only bonded with her for a few months. She called to him; he found her. They belong to each other, and Dart won’t leave her behind.

“What in the Abyss are you fuckers doing?” Clare’s voice hisses down at them from a branch above. “We’ve got about thirty seconds before a Templar unit is going to see you. Get off the damned road!” Brown leaves rain down. There’s a faint rustle of sound before she takes her own advice and vanishes into the canopy.

Weaver grabs Telemus and throws him over her shoulder. “Captain says go, we go,” she snaps at Lysia and Lucas before she turns and plunges into the woods, making a fair amount of racket, but her long legs eating up the distance quickly.

Dart grits his teeth and gives both of the twins a shove, digging in his feet for leverage, and it’s enough to rock them forward a few paces. “Get out of here,” he urges. “I’ll be fine.”

“You’d better be!” Lysia snarls. She whirls back toward him, and Dart has every intention of socking her in the face if he has to, but she just smacks a kiss on his cheek and takes off, slapping her brother’s shoulder as she passes.

Lucas darts in to leave a kiss on his other cheek. “Don’t you dare die on us, Darvalon,” he says, before he takes off after his sister, and Dart is left alone in the road, Sirene rattling loud enough to make any kind of stealth impossible.

“Vesper, Vesper!” she croons like a sob.

“I know, sweetheart, but we can’t see her just yet,” Dart says. He squeezes the hilt one more time before he starts to run, straight down the road and toward the approaching Templar.

He can hear them now, the steady clawing-thump of a borse in gallop, the rattling of cart wheels over hard-packed dirt, the faint shouts and clatter of armor. Smell them, too. Forge-fire and cooking smoke and wet feathers and city.

Dart crests a small rise in the road, one that immediately curves sharply downward with the glitter of the ocean visible to his left, and then he sees them. A Templar on borse-back, far ahead of more Templar surrounding a cart, some on foot, one on top of the cart, bow clutched in long hands, racing closer.

The cart full of enemies is a more dangerous threat, but Dart’s eyes linger on the captain, the one by himself on horseback. This far, he can only get glimpses of details. Silver armor. Blond hair. Black horns jutting toward the sky. The hilt of a sword poking up over their left shoulder.

“Vesper!” Sirene cries and a pulse of something cold and longing throbs from Dart’s chest, radiating outward.

He staggers at the intensity of the emotion, so heavy it steals his breath, and for a moment, the world stops. He sees two persons, intangible shapes, intertwined, their cores interwoven like two things that cannot – should not – be separated.

There’s a flash – sword ringing on sword. Someone cries, no sobs, weeping. Whines turned to whimpers turned to low, aching wails.

The festering stench of rot, sickly sweet in his nostrils, and dry, so dry his throat aches and a cough seizes at his lungs.

A laugh, sweet, chiming like bells. A rolling chuckle, the touch of lips, urgent. Hot. Passion. Then the cold, aching grasp of loss. Cavernous. Debilitating.

Dart’s knees wobble. He blinks and he’s back into himself, if he’d ever gone anywhere. Snow lands on his cheeks, his hair, his fins.

The Templar Captain yanks on the reins, too sharp for the borse to endure. It cries a shrill protest, head pulling back, claws digging into the earth as it jerks to a halt. And Dart knows, without having to ask, that the captain has Vesper.

His heart leaps in his ribs, and he doesn’t know if that’s Sirene’s reaction or his own. Despite the distance, he catches the captain’s eyes. They’re some shade of purple. Pretty. They widen as if he, too, has recognized that Dart carries Sirene.

“Go to her, go to her!” Sirene sobs, and Dart starts forward, almost before he tells his feet to do it. Like he’s not in control. Like Sirene has the reins.

One step. Two steps. Three– an arrow clips his cheek, slicing through his skin like fire, the sharp bite of blood a harsh stench in his nostrils.

The world widens. He remembers the cart of Templar. He remembers his friends. The snow falls heavier, but still quiet, and above it all, is the shouting, the borse ululating, Sirene rattling.

What the fuck is Dart doing? He needs to run!

Dart spins and launches himself toward the sparser woods to his left. Here the trees are further apart, there are no bushes, there’s no cover, but he’s not trying to hide. He needs them to give chase. He needs them to look the other way.

“Idiot! I said we need them alive!” someone shouts.

“Go, go, go!” someone else snarls, their voice like a wolf’s howl.

“You’re going the wrong way,” Sirene cries as branches slap against Dart’s body, as he pushes harder, faster, still not used to running on Dryland after all these months.

Dart chances a look over his shoulder, and panic strobes through his lungs. They’ve freed the two borses hauling the cart. He can’t see the captain, but two of the infantry are riding toward him, borse claws eating up the ground, quick and agile as they dart through the trees.

“Dart!”

He stumbles at the shout ringing through his head, making his vision go white for a fraction of a second. He loses balance, careens off a tree, hears the loud crack of his shoulder trying to slip out of socket.

“They’ll kill me!” Dart gasps. He shakes his head and pushes forward, the ground starting to decline now, the sea getting closer and closer. He can smell it, so thick and salty and perfect.

If he can get to the water, nothing will catch him.

“Vesper won’t let them,” Sirene insists, and if a Zivati could be called tearful, Sirene certainly sounds like she is. The longing in her voice makes Dart’s heart ache. “Please, Dart. Please turn around.”

Dart pushes harder, leaping over a log, reaching up to grab a branch and swing himself forward. His shoulder cracks a protest and gives way, sending pain radiating outward as his arm goes limp.

Dart hits the ground and topples, only turning his drop into a roll at the last moment. Unfortunately, he rolls right over his dislocated shoulder, and the pain is excruciating. For a moment, he sees white, lying there, panting, the world spinning and spinning.

“Ka-cawwww!” One of the borses gives a war cry. Their feet thump closer.

Dart pushes himself to his feet, sways and staggers against a tree with his good shoulder. His vision wobbles, but he can see the two borses, pale yellow against the brown of the trees, darting in and out of the trunks. They are sleek, agile things. Bred for speed, not drawing a cart.

He needs to slow them down.

Dart sucks in a breath, draws on the well of power in his gut, and pushes off the tree. He waves his good hand in a sharp fling toward the oncoming soldiers, fingers flicking the cast like the magic is something to be discarded.

Thin tendrils of smoke erupt from his fingertips, snaking through the air and expanding as they spread. Within seconds, they’ve formed a thick, gray cloud between him and his pursuers, obscuring their vision, but most of all–

A loud, honking cough echoes through the wood. The borses make horrendous noises that Dart thinks are sneezes as the two soldiers start to cough and curse and make nauseated sounds. The toxin won’t kill them, but they certainly won’t be running after Dart anytime soon.

But he can feel it. The captain. Vesper. They’ve shaken off the same fugue that had its grip on Dart and they’re getting closer.

Dart picks up the pace, half-running, half-sliding down the steep incline. He scans the environment frantically, searching for the quickest exit, when it feels like Sirene grabs his left ear and yanks.

“There! Jump there!” she shouts as the thunder of an approaching borse rises behind him.

Dart stumbles, fleeing in the direction she pulled. A briar bush slaps him at the knees, tearing his thin leggings. He shoves between two thin saplings, their bark peeling like shed skin, the ground covered in a faint layer of stone. Wind whips at his face, his hair, smelling salt and wet, and below, the roar of waves crashing against a cliffside.

He glances over his shoulder, even though he knows he shouldn’t, and his heart skips several beats. It’s the captain, riding hard, his white borse like a ghost cutting through the snow.

Their eyes meet again.

There’s a pull in his chest, like something connects him to the Templar captain. It has to be Vesper calling for Sirene and vice versa, because Dart doesn’t know the man. Has never seen him before this day.

“Vesper,” Sirene murmurs, her voice so longing that Dart’s eyes tear up. If he could reunite them, he would, but he’s not keen on dying yet.

And fortunately, Sirene’s not keen on him getting killed. “You have to jump, Dart. Now. Because if they get any closer, I won’t let you.”

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Day Four Word Count: 3055 Running Word Count: 11, 091

#blorbowrimo 2024 #unedited fic #draco writes #trial by sword #tethers universe

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reasoningdaily · 2 years ago

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Collected Writings Of: John Henrik Clarke - FREE Download on Z-Library

John Henrik Clarke papers 1937-1996

Consisting mainly of correspondence, lecture notes, course outlines, writings, research material, organizational records and printed matter, the John Henrik Clarke papers are a unique archive for the study and interpretation of African and African-American history during the second half of the 20th century. As a sergeant-major in a segregated unit in Kelly Field, Texas, during World War II, Clarke helped train African-American enlisted men for mess and other maintenance duties. The collection partially records the lives of these men, changes in their personal and military status, and disciplinary procedures against them.

Biographical/historical information

Born in 1915, the oldest son of an Alabama sharecropper family, John Henrik Clarke was a self-trained historian who edited and wrote over thirty books, and was a leading figure in the development of African heritage and black studies programs nationwide.

He was a co-founder of the Harlem Quarterly (1949-1951) and an associate editor of the journal Freedomways. During the 1960s, he served as director of the African Heritage unit of the anti-poverty program Harlem Youth Opportunities Unlimited (HARYOU-ACT), and as special consultant and coordinator of the Columbia University-WCBS television series "Black Heritage."

He joined the Department of Black and Puerto-Rican Studies at Hunter College in 1969. The founding president of the African Heritage Studies Association, he was a consultant to many projects, including the Metropolitan Museum of Art's exhibition "Harlem On My Mind" and the Portal Press Springboards series, "The Negro in American History." He was awarded the Phelps-Stokes Fund's Aggrey Medal in 1994 for his role "as a public philosopher and relentless critic of injustice and inequality." John Henrik Clarke died in 1998.

Scope and arrangement

The collection partially records the lives of these men, changes in their personal and military status, and disciplinary procedures against them.|||The author's voluminous correspondence is both personal and professional. Significant correspondents include Julian Mayfield, J.C. de Graft-Johnson, Adelaide Cromwell, Basil Davidson, Cheikh Anta Diop, Hoyt Fuller, Richard B. Moore, John G. Jackson, Ezekiel Mphahlele, Alice Walker, Elliott Skinner, E.U. Essien-Udom, Robert E. Lee, Calvin and Eleanor Sinnette, Alioune Diop and the editors of Presence Africaine, and L.H. Ofosu-Appiah of the Encyclopedia Africana project.

The bulk of the correspondence is arranged chronologically.|||Curriculum material in the collection ranges from African history outlines developed in the 1960s for the HARYOU-ACT Heritage program and the Timbuctoo Learning Center, to core black studies courses at Hunter College, Cornell University, the New School for Social Research and Rider College in New Jersey.

The lecture notes (1954-1979) are supplemented by conference material and other printed matter. The HARYOU-ACT series consists of academic and administrative files of the Heritage program, which was administered by the Community Action Institute, HARYOU's central training and orientation department.|||

The Editing and publishing series consists of correspondence, manuscripts, reviews, research material and printed matter for the following books and publishing projects: "Malcolm X, the Man and His Times," "William Styron's Nat Turner: Ten Black Writers Respond," "The Black Revolution, USA," "Anthology of American Negro Short Stories," "Harlem, USA," "Marcus Garvey and the Vision of Africa," the Columbia University-WCBS-TV series "Black Heritage," and the magazine Freedomways. The Garvey files include substantive correspondence with Amy Jacques Garvey.

The Freedomways material relates in part to special issues edited by Clarke on Harlem, the Caribbean and the life of W.E.B. DuBois. Unfinished projects range from "A Treasury of American Negro Humor" (1957) to "Tales of Harlem" (1969) and a life of Patrice Lumumba. Clarke's own writings in this collection consist of early drafts of "Africa Without Tears," a book of travel writing; "Journey to the Fair," an early novel of hobo life; a compilation of short stories, and several files of articles and essays.

The bulk of the author's writings are part of a posthumous addition to the collection.|||The main organizations represented in the collection are the African Heritage Studies Association, founded in 1968 when black scholars walked out of the African Studies Association and the Universal Ethiopian Student Association, a Harlem-based nationalist group opposed to the 1930s Italian invasion of Ethiopia. Other files relate to the African Heritage Exposition of 1959, the American Society for African Culture, 1959-1963, the Fair Play for Cuba Committee, 1960, the Afro-American Scholars Council, 1972-1979, and the Schomburg Center for Research in Black Culture, 1970-1990.

Also included are correspondence and writings by Shaleak ben Yehuda of the Original Hebrew Israelite Nation of Jerusalem, a community of African-American Jews facing deportation from Israel in the 1970s, and correspondence and publications related to Jacob Carruthers and his Association for the Study of Classical African Civilizations.|||

The collection is also the site of a number of outstanding unpublished manuscripts by authors like Yosef Ben-Yochannan, Frank Chapman, Jr., Lionel Hutchinson, Edward S. Lewis, Charles Seifert and John G. Jackson.

There are also transcripts and other material from various African and Caribbean conferences. Also included are consultancy files for the exhibition "Harlem On My Mind," the Carver Federal Savings bank, and printed matter on Kwame Nkrumah, black nationalism, the 1978 Jonestown massacre in Guyana, as well as other subjects.

The John Henrik Clarke papers are arranged in fourteen series:

Personal Papers

World War II

Correspondence

Lecture Notes

Course Outlines

HARYOU-ACT

Editing and Publishing

Writings

Organizations

Consultancy

Subject Files

Other Authors

Oversized Documents

Restricted File

Administrative information

Source of acquisition

Gift, Dr. John Henrik Clarke, 10/1994 and 1999.

#Collected Writings Of: John Henrik Clarke #John Henrik Clarke

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guitarprince · 1 year ago

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STATISTICAL CHARACTER PERSONALITY TEST ♡ take the linked quiz from the perspective of your character, then select 5 - 10 results from the complete matches list that you feel resonate with your character the most.

marty mcfly - back to the future

richard castle - castle

max mayfield - stranger things (lmaoooo)

hobbes - calvin and hobbes

jake peralta - brooklyn 99

angela montenegro - bones

westley - the princess bride

darlene - mr robot

neal caffrey - white collar

ferris bueller - ferries bueller's day off

#💀 ❯❯ sometimes nothing keeps me together at the seams / muse.#muse.#these are honestly some excellent vibes #( queue. )

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ghostlynimbus · 7 months ago

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My TV isn't working i can't watch bird videos ( ; A ; )

I gotta decide if genetics are a factor in wing type in this au, or if it's like kind of random? If I go with genetics being a factor I gotta figure out how that works... I definitely want it to be something that can skip a generation or two if it's genetic

Below the read more is a long (and probably somehow still incomplete) list of characters I havent decided reference species for yet, if anyone wants to make any suggestions.

Alexei

Benny Hammond

Bob Newby

Carol Perkins

Dustin Henderson

El Hopper

Erica Sinclair (Lucas' reference species is a cooper's hawk and i haven't decided on their parents yet)

Jason Carver (some sort of eagle probs)

Jeff

Marshal (Freak 1)

Matty Cunningham (Chrissy's reference species is some sort of jay, i havent decided on either of their parents yet)

Mike Wheeler (Nancy's ref is a type of dove. No decisions ye for any other Wheelers)

Murray Bauman

Neil Hargrove (if this is inheritable, billy got his from his mom's side)

Patrick McKinney

Susan Hargrove

Tommy Hagan (probably a hawk, eagle, or other predatory bird)

Wayne Munson (Eddie's ref is a raven)

Will Byers (Jonathan's ref is a barn owl, and joyce's is a society finch)

Keith

Mr Harrington (Steve's ref is a crowned eagle)

Mrs Harrington (Steve's ref is a crowned eagle)

Phil Callahan

Phillip Cunningham

Sara Hopper

Sue Sinclair

Ted Wheeler

Tina

Tom Holloway

Alan Munson (Eddie's Dad)

Andy

Angela

Axel

Barbara Holland

Billy's Mother

Calvin Powell

Cathy Owens

Charles Sinclair

Claudia Henderson

Diane

Dmitri Antonov

Donald Melvald

Dottie

Earl

Eden Bingham

Elizabeth Munson

Fred Benson

Funshine

Holly Wheeler (Nancy's ref is a dove, the rest of the wheelers are undecided)

Janet Holloway

Kali Prasad

Karen Wheeler

Laura Cunningham

Lonnie Byers

Marissa

Marsha Holland

Martin Brenner

Melissa Buckley

Mick

Mr. Holland

Mrs. Walsh

Ms. Kelley

Reefer Rick

Richard Buckley

Sam Mayfield

Sam Owens

Tammy Thompson

Troy Walsh

Vecna/One/Henry Creel

Yuri Ismaylov

#ghost.txt #rambling #im obsessed rn #fic: wings au

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expirisims · 1 month ago

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Umm...What are You Two Doing??

Eventually, Estevan showed up, which was weird because Gus and Tawnya just went to his apartment for a formal party...

Yep...no one's home, they're all at Bianca's party! That didn't stop them from raiding the fridge though, LOL! Were the portions at the restaurant really small or something!?

No guilt...LOL...Why am I getting the feeling you two need to get a room...preferably your own and not one here at the Rowe apartment...facepalm.

Meanwhile, Bianca's party is still going strong, this IS starting to remind me of Redwood Harbor!

Haha! Good to know, Sir! And also, I have those days too, LOL!

Uh...I guess you're welcome, LOL!

I should say so!

#sims 3 #ts3 #ts3 world stories #ts3 gameplay #ts3 worlds #sims 3 worlds #sims3 gameplay #sims 3 simblr #quackenbush island #tawnya nolan #gustavo wrotek #bianca vaugn #estevan mann #carey lumpkin #calvin mayfield

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kevinvoncrastenburg · 1 month ago

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A little time jump at this point. It's winter by now. What happened in the meantime?

Carter built a good friendship with Alexandra.

He also lost some of his baby teeth not too long ago. 🧑🏼

Alexander turned into an adult and is in a midlife crisis, just like his wife Crystal. 😅

Having two kids took a toll on Crystal. She's exhausted and desperately needs some time for herself. That midlife crisis, as mentioned above, isn't helping the situation either.

Samuel Calvin grew up to a child. Most of these pics were actually taken at his birthday party:

(The girl on the left is Alexandra. I gave her a little makeover)

Uhm Alexander? (I know it's rather harmless in the world of the sims but still. Okay. I see you)

Samuel: "Not on my watch."

(The teenage boy on the left is Carter's best friend Dion btw)

#ts3 #the sims 3 #sims 3 gameplay #clone family #mayfield springs #carter clone #samuel calvin clone #alexander clone #crystal clone #crystal eldorado

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macktism · 1 month ago

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this is super interesting lol and i already have some of this on my blog but it would be cool to compile. this took a couple hours. also you updated this list so some of my corrections might already have been changed. i just went through every roster on nhl.com in alphabetical team order.

italics are for rarely/unused terms

here's all the german names that are just a word:

Peyton Krebs (crab (and also cancer)), Isak Rosen¹ (roses), Alex Tuch² (cloth), Jason Zucker (sugar), Colton Dach (roof), Wyatt Kaiser² (german-speaking emperor), Tyler Motte (moth), Nico Sturm* (storm), Kirby Dach (roof), Hudson Fasching¹⁴ (carnival), Tim Stützle*¹⁶ (little (diminutive) stubby object), Jordan Eberle (little (diminutive) male pig), Jaden Schwartz (black), Matthew Kessel (large pot), Brandon Hagel (hail), David Kampf (fight), Matthew Knies (disagreement or fight), Clayton Keller (basement), Nick Schmaltz (lard), Jack Eichel (oak),

german names that are professions/titles and thus words (with varying usage):

Christian Fischer (fisherman), Troy Stecher (engraver), Nate Schmidt (smith), James Reimer³, Moritz Seider*⁵, Darcy Kuemper¹⁰, Timo Meier*¹², Christ Kreider (someone who works with chalk), Braden Schneider (tailor), Tyson Foerster² (forester), Collin Graf (count), Philipp Grubauer* (pit digger), Joel Hofer (debatably farmer), Jaxson Stauber (duster),

german names that are compound words:

Casey Mittelstadt (middle + city), Ryan Hartman¹¹ (hard + man), Jonas Siegenthaler*¹³ (winning + area + person), Michael Kesselring (pot + ring), Nino Niederreiter*¹⁷ (lower + rider),

debatable for various reasons:**

Marco Kasper*⁴, Leon Draisaitl*⁶, Sam Reinhart⁷, Warren Foegele⁸, Adrian Kempe⁹, Nick Seeler¹⁵

english stuff you missed/i'd like to recategorize:

Scott Morrow (tomorrow), Jalen Chatfield (chat + field), Kyle Burroughs (boroughs or burrows), Paul Cotter (it's a pin or wedge), Nolan Foote (foot), Scott Mayfield (mayfield works as one word), Shane Wright, Zach Whitecloud

bonus: Daniel Sprong (sprung in dutch), Will Borgen (danish/norwegian fortified stronghold), Calvin de Haan (rooster in dutch), Tyler Kleven (to stick in dutch),

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* these players are from german-speaking countries

** note that a lot of german names will have spellings that are not correct standardized high german because of time passing or regional differences. to me this does not lower their credibility as words.

footnotes under cut! (be careful. theres a lot.)

¹ he's swedish but both words mean about the same thing (its plural in german) as far as i can tell

² you already have him in your list but i just want a complete list for mine

³ the origin of "Reimer" as a surname and "Reimer" the word actually have different etymologies, but "Reimer" the word means someone who rhymes, aka a poet. but no one really uses that.

⁴ a "Kasper" is a specific clown-like puppet, but it's derived from the name, not the other way around where the name should be derived from the word.

⁵ this means someone who silks, aka someone who works with silk as a profession.

⁶ firstly, in modern german these "ai"s should be "ei"s, and secondly, this means three-sided, similar to dreieck (triangle) which means three-cornered. dreiseitel is absolutely not a thing though, even though it has a meaning.

⁷ in dutch this surname means pure-hearted (pure + heart) but in german "hart" doesn't mean heart, it means hard, so technically Reinhart does have a german meaning (absolutely hard), just an incorrect one. It's definitely a word, but not really a german one.

⁸in modern german this should be written with a V instead of an F, probably means little (diminutive) bird, but vögeln the verb actually means to have sex (to act like birds do i guess?). for vögele, technically you could use it as a command! (i.e "have sex!")

⁹ not really german, but derived from proto germanic wherein each central european language has its own version of it. in swedish and in german you'd see it as "Kämpe", not "Kempe". it means soldier or fighter.

¹⁰ could be derived from Kümpeln, which is a metalworking technique. "Kümper" that that case would then be someone whose profession is to kümpel. this is speculation though and i'm highly unsure.

¹¹ honestly there's 0 way of telling what "hart" this is supposed to be referring to, they both overlap so much and spelling obviously isn't standardized. the options are hard + man, heart + man, or stag + man. if we ignore this though and just think about modern german, then this is hard + man (though "man" is now standardized to be spelled as "mann")

¹² rarely used as a word anymore and is a very common surname. as wiktionary puts it: the administrator or leaseholder of a manor

¹³ i also explained the njd's german names here

¹⁴ Fasching is a very specific carnival celebration in southern germany. no clue why someone would be named after it?

¹⁵ "Seele" means soul in german, so a "Seeler" would be someone who works with souls, but i have no idea what that would be so i hesitate to think this is right.

¹⁶ could possibly either be diminutive stutz (stub) or diminutive stütz (support, as in a beam)

¹⁷ also covered him here

Making a (semi incomplete) list of NHLers whose names are just words. Why? Because I’m very bored and I find this funny. Do with this information what you will.

(Non English words count but also I only speak English and high school level Italian which I took almost 20 years ago, so let me know who I missed)

Does not include AHL or other non-nhl-roster players.

Gold Star Words: Cody Glass, Brett Pesce (Italian for fish), Andrew Mangiapane (Italian for eat bread), Ethen Frank, Troy Terry, Patrick Brown, Owen Power, Jordan Greenway, Morgan Frost, Dryden Hunt, Jake Bean, Dustin Wolf, William Carrier, Taylor Hall, Brent Burns, Pat Maroon, Ethan Del Mastro (Italian for of the master), Wyatt Kaiser, Spencer Knight, Miles Wood, Oskar Bäck, Sam Steel, Brendan Smith, Dominik Shine, Craig Smith, Connor Brown, Jeff Skinner, Darnell Nurse, Stuart Skinner, Devin Shore, Alexandre Carrier, Kieffer Bellows, Michael Bunting, Luke Evangelista (Italian for…evangelist), Zachary L’Heureux (French for “the happy one”), Cole Smith, JT Miller, Adam Fox, K’Andre Miller, Jonathan Quick, Nick Cousins, Shane Pinto, Bobby Brink, Sean Couturier**, Tyson Foerster (German for…forester), Bryan Rust, Ryan Graves, Logan Couture, Will Smith Hockey (both Smith and Hockey are words), Jake Neighbours, Nathan Walker, Cam Fowler, Tyler Tucker, Brayden Point, Conor Garland, Reilly Smith, Mark Stone, Alex Pietrangelo (Italian for stone angel), Zach Whitecloud, Adin Hill, Cole Perfetti (Italian for perfect), Colin Miller.

Total: 63

** google will tell me that it is a word but not exactly what it means. Something with women’s clothing.

Honorable mentions (would be a word with different spelling): Jack Hughes, Luke Hughes, Quinn Hughes, Taylor Raddysh, Morgan Geekie, Joseph Woll, Andrew Peeke, Alex Tuch, Kyle Burroughs, Kevin Bahl, Charlie Coyle, Christian Fischer, Roope Hintz, Patrick Kane, Andrew Copp, Justin Holl, Jeff Petry, Moritz Seider, Alex Lyon, Zach Hyman, Trevor Moore, Justin Barron, Owen Tippett, Nick Seeler, Connor Dewar, Shane Wright, Vince Dunn, Yanni Gourde, Darren Raddysh, Morgan Barron.

Total: 29

Honorable mentions (it’s two complete words but not a usable compound word): Jeremy Swayman, Logan Stankoven, Riley Stillman, Mackenzie Blackwood, Scott Wedgwood, Colin Blackwell, Quinton Byfield, Alex Newhook, Scott Mayfield, Matthew Highmore, Barclay Goodrow, Nils Hoglander, Tanner Pearson, Mason Appleton.

Total: 15

UPDATES!

Suggestions from people who speak more languages than me

Gold Star Words: John Marino (Spanish for marine), Scott Morrow, Jordan Staal (Dutch for Steel), Sebastian Aho (Finnish for clearing, Japanese for idiot, and several other definitions in several other languages), Jesper Fast, Adam Fantilli (Italian for infant), Dante Fabbro (Italian for smith), Noc Dowd (Noah says it’s an out of fashion English word), Juuse Saros*, Patrik Laine (Finnish for wave), Mikko Rantanen (Finnish for small beach), Joel Kiviranta (Finnish for stony beach), Rasmus Kupari (Finnish for copper), Kris Letang (French for the pond)

Promoted from Honorable Mention to Gold Star: Christian Fischer (German for Fisher), Alex Tuch (German for cloth)

Honorable Mention (homophones): Ian Cole, Jesper Bratt

Honorable Mention (non-valid compound words): Jalen Chatfield, Filip Forsberg (waterfall and hill in what I will assume is Finnish), Mikhail Granlund (Spruce Grove in Norwegian).

*some sort of astrological situation. Check the comments for an explanation from @fresh-penguin

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steddie-fanfic-recs · 2 years ago

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DOMUS MACTIBILIS

by viiragos

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Character: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair, Will Byers, Mike Wheeler, Claudia Henderson, Wayne Munson, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Billy Hargrove, Victor Creel, Robin Buckley, Calvin Powell Additional Tags: Bisexual Steve Harrington, Gay Eddie Munson, Good Babysitter Steve Harrington, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Monster House AU, Hurt/Comfort, this was supposed to be corny but it turned a little angsty tbh, Minor Claudia Henderson/Wayne Munson, eddie and dustin are brothers, this is not a safe space for billy stans!!, Mutual Pining, but they don't know it, BAMF Lucas Sinclair, No Eleven | Jane Hopper/Mike Wheeler, kind of s2 reminiscent, but it's set in '83, Angst with a Happy Ending, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better Words: 30,174 Chapters: 3/3

Summary

Steve watches Eddie disappear down the street for a moment long after he’s gone, but snaps back to attention when an outcry comes from his left. He turns from where he stands on the Henderson-Munson driveway and sees the boys near Old Man Creel’s lawn directly across the street. OR: Steve is stuck babysitting while Claudia and Wayne are away. Dustin and his friends find out that Victor Creel's house is alive, and Steve and Eddie have to stop them from doing anything stupid.

#steddie #steddie fic rec #multi-chaptered #25-50k

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// Dustin Henderson // AVAILABLE// // Lucas Sinclair // AVAILABLE// // Mike Wheeler // AVAILABLE // // Will Byers // AVAILABLE // // Erica Sinclair // AVAILABLE// // Max Mayfield // Mel // // Suzie Bingham // AVAILABLE // // Niall Casey // OC // Ty // // Ryu Ryochi // OC // Rinne //

// Argyle // AVAILABLE// // Jonathan Byers // AVAILABLE // // Steve Harrington // AVAILABLE // // Eden Bingham // AVAILABLE // // Nancy Wheeler // Serenity // // Robin Buckley // AVAILABLE// // Gareth Emerson // Sparrom // // Jeff Morrison // AVAILABLE// // Doug Teague // AVAILABLE// // Ronnie // AVAILABLE// // Candy Imperva // OC // Kai //

// Dmiitri Antonov // AVAILABLE // // Jim Hopper // Rinne // // Martin Brenner // Rinne // // Murray Bauman // AVAILABLE// // Joyce Byers // Sparrom // // Sam Owens // AVAILABLE// // Scott Clarke // AVAILABLE// // Wayne Munson // AVAILABLE // // Isadora Mayhew // OC // Kai // // Cryien Mayhew // OC // Ty //

// Billy Hargrove // Serenity // // Eddie Munson // Ty // // Chrissy Cunningham // Kai // // Fred Benson // AVAILABLE// // Patrick McKinney // AVAILABLE//

// 003 // Marlowe Walker // Sparrom // // 005 // Caleb Christian // Kai // // 006 // Alexandria Scofield // Serenity // // 007 // AVAILABLE // 008 // Kali Prassad // AVAILABLE// // 009 // AVAILABLE// // 010 // AVAILABLE // 011 // Jane "EL" Hopper // Kai // // 012 // AVAILABLE// // 013 // AVAILABLE // 014 // AVAILABLE // 015 // AVAILABLE // 016 // AVAILABLE // 017 // AVAILABLE // 018 // AVAILABLE

// 002 // Hawkins 18 // NPC // // 004 // Hawkins 18 // NPC // // Tommy Hagan // Young Adult // // Barbra Holland // Young Adult // // Bobby Newby // Adult // // Jason Carver // Young Adult // // Calvin Powell // Adult // // Phil Callahan // Adult // // General Sullivan // Adult //

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best-spotify-playlists · 8 months ago

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Spotify DJ Dance Charts 2024

Purple Disco Machine, Chromeo - Heartbreaker HUGEL, Topic, Arash, Daecolm - I Adore You (feat. Daecolm) Noel Holler, Picco - Yeke Yeke Michael Ruland - Skies of Freedom Felix Jaehn, Sophie Ellis-Bextor - Ready For Your Love FISHER, Flowdan - Boost Up Prince Ringo - The Tribe of Love Adam Beyer, The Good Men, Chocolate Puma - Give It Up Nora En Pure, Robinson - Hyperreal (Middle of the Night) FISHER, Jennifer Lopez - Waiting For Tonight Mykel Mars - My My My Armin van Buuren, David Guetta, Aldae - In the Dark David Guetta, Girl On Couch, Billen Ted - Man In Finance (with David Guetta) Enaya, Heleen - Take My Hand - Slap House Mix WEISS, James Hype - Feel My Needs Ruli, Iva Rii - Revolution The Blessed Madonna, Kylie Minogue - Edge of Saturday Night Charli xcx, Billie Eilish - Guess featuring Billie Eilish Camisra, Armin van Buuren - Let Me Show You Tiësto, MOGUAI - Explode Junior Crew - One Touch Jax Jones, Joel Corry, Jason Derulo - Tonight (D.I.Y.A) Purple Disco Machine, Benjamin Ingrosso, Nile Rodgers, Shenseea - Honey Boy (feat. Nile Rodgers & Shenseea) Dimitri Vegas & Like Mike, Regard, NATTI NATASHA, Dimitri Vegas, Like Mike, Sash! - To The Beat Regard - Can't Stop Us Jaxomy, Agatino Romero, Raffaella Carrà - Pedro SUMD4ZE, Bryan Adams, LMC - Run to You - SUMD4ZE Edit Swedish House Mafia, Alicia Keys - Finally Mykel Mars - Someone Else R.I.O., HALO - Summertime Sadness twocolors, Safri Duo, Chris de Sarandy - Cynical FAST BOY, Topic - Forget You CamelPhat, Nadia Ali - Endlessly Eddy Chrome - All You Got to Do Is Move HUGEL, Totó La Momposina - La Verdolaga (feat. Totó La Momposina) Tom & Mossee, Ron van den Beuken - Machweo - Radio Edit Nico de Andrea, Vanetty, Afro Medusa - Ethnica (Pasilda) Sunnery James & Ryan Marciano, Inner City - Good Life The Chemical Brothers, ARTBAT - Hey Boy Hey Girl - ARTBAT Remix Calvin Harris, Ellie Goulding - Free (with Ellie Goulding) Curtis Mayfield, Mark Knight - Move On Up (Mark Knight Remix) Paul aus Berlin - Memories That You Call David Guetta, AFROJACK - Raving Laurent Wolf, Ahoona - Calinda (2024) Armin van Buuren, Agents Of Time, ORKID - Love Is Eternity Mike Rules - At the End of the Day Oliver Heldens, David Guetta, FAST BOY - Chills (Feel My Love) MEDUZA, HEVOLVE, Beanfield, Bajka - Tides (feat. Bajka) Alok, James Hurr, Supafly - Why I Love You So Swedish House Mafia, Niki & The Dove - Lioness David Guetta, MORTEN, Prophecy - Kill The Vibe Dimitri Vegas, Vin, Zion - Don't Stop (The Music) KREAM - Wicked Game Bikini Sounds - Lost in the Rhythm Alok, Jess Glynne - Summer's Back Michael Ruland - I Feel Your Love Tiësto, Prophecy, Katy Tiz - My City (feat. Katy Tiz) Don Master - Drifting Away Duke Dumont, Clementine Douglas - Ain't Giving Up Alex Phunk - Festival Love Big City Beat - Alchemist of Sound John Summit, Paige Cavell - Tears (with Paige Cavell) Sean Paul, Odd Mob - Get Busy - Odd Mob Club Mix D4NC3FL00R - Iron Maiden Marlon Hoffstadt, FISHER - It's That Time - FISHER Remix Jerry Ropero, HUGEL, Mijangos, Jesús Fernández - CORAÇAO - 20th Anniversary Mix DJ Katch, Amira Eldine - You're Makin' Me High David Caruso - Cheap Rush Zerb, Sofiya Nzau - Mwaki Balearic Kings - Surfing Day Angel Buzz - Memory Like Elephants Bass & Roses - Tomorrows History Barry Wild - House Party All Night Ibiza Groove Squad - A Little Bit Closer Moombah Jack - Test Drive Bobby Escobar - Last Night Salon Des Amateurs - Echoes of Ibiza Veggie Beats - Friendships Barry Wild - Yacht Trip Made in 1978 - Arena Sensation Barry Wild - Brass and Groove Pearls Of Ibiza - Indian Summer Michael Ruland, Softly - Change My Mind Ravemafia, Heleen - Don't Kill Me on the Dancefloor Junior Crew - Before Kiss Audio - Warming Up

#spotify #playlist

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