#ch: frey

[robnikmeria]

Something so fun about nik is how frighteningly protective he is. Especially when he reunited with Robb / Nym post red wedding. Someone says something he perceives as an insult to them and that person is on their back with his boot pressing down onto their throat until Robb tells him to back down…

[trans-rights-adam-jensen]

Still one of my favorite things I've written

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They’d heard Jensen cry a number of times: first while he was still on painkillers, which they’d written off as possible delirium.  But it hadn’t stopped, instead becoming a kind of ritual, whenever he brushed the surface of unconsciousness, when he was too tired to fight.  The dog had verified their suspicions, sticking to the visitor like glue, whimpering and pawing to be let inside in the mornings, to lick the man awake.  Dragon had been like that for Sharp, on their worst days.  A weighted, electric blanket. 

How Adam was going to handle this was up in the air.  Even the most well-adjusted, trauma-trained people were bent and broken by repeated bludgeoning.  Sharp could feel the anger radiating off of Jensen like he was a nuclear reactor, cooling towers dried out and cracking.  He wasn’t crying enough—there was no ‘enough’; nothing would ever justify it, make it right, drain the pain away faster that it could redouble. 

They didn’t want him to go.  They wanted to grab onto him—despite the impression that his metal limbs would be molten with rage, would set them on fire—and anchor him, anchor him the way Dragon and the birds and the woods and the smell of microbes in hot soil upon first raindrops had anchored them.  Wait, quiet, until the blaze died down, so he might hear them when they promised that the world still offered things: tiny glimmers of hope, secret signals that it was all for you; the grass under your feet, the wind in torn screens, and thunderheads rising in the western sky, billowing gods that demanded no sacrifice, no price of admission to their theatrics.  Sharp wanted Adam to sit on the porch and watch an ant crawl over his palm, the way they had at the start, and know that he was alive.  The cruelty of ‘having a life’ was reduced to laugher, splintering under light years of solar radiation and the overwhelming roar of blood and bile, the feral absolution of being a living animal. 

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from Flightless

[technicolorxsn]

ohhhhhh I think I see where hello charlotte took inspiration now

[llycaons]

oh boy only leaving 2 hrs late instead of 4. can order real food and eat it! unwind to sleep more than 5 hours? hashtag blessed

[v-akarai]

References in Servamp

Arabian mythology

Jinn. Ch. 16

Greek mythology

Elpis. Ch. 75

Moirai. Ch. 108

Pandora. Ch. 130

Pygmalion. Ch. 123

Pandora's Box. Ch. 97

Japanese mythology

Gashadokuro. Ch. 129

Kitsune. Ch. 3

Raijin. Ch. 85

Norse mythology

Baldr. Ch. 39

Bifröst. Ch. 88

Brunhild. Ch. 88

Fimbulwinter. Ch. 40

Freya. Ch. 65

Frey. Ch. 131

Gleipnir. Ch. 101

Hati. Ch. 91, 131

Hod. Ch. 39

Hliðskjálf. Ch. 96

Idunn. Ch. 65

Loki. Ch. 15

Mimir. Ch. 29

Mjölnir. Ch. 53

Ragnarök. Ch. 101, 122, 131

Sigurd. Ch. 101

Thor. Ch. 41

Yggdrasil. Ch. 42

Biblical references

Abel. Ch. 8

Adam. Ch. 128

Boaz and Jachin. Ch. 42

Eden. Ch. 21

Eve. Ch. 1

John the Baptist. Ch. 122

Judith. Ch. 147

Lucifer. Ch. 135

Noah. Ch. 145

Nod. Ch. 29, events

Hinduism

Asura. Ch. 57.5, 89.

Tarot

The Fool - Mahiru. Ch. 50

I. The Magician – Night trio. Ch. 41

II. The High Priestess – Mikuni. Ch. 42

V. The Hierophant - Shuhei. Ch. 77

X. Wheel of Fortune - Junichiro. Ch. 53

XII. The Hanged Man - Tsurugi. Ch. 50

XV. The Devil – Shamrock. Ch. 72

XVI. The Tower - Touma. Ch. 47

XVII. The Star - Iduna. Ch. 73

XVIII. The Moon - Yumikage. Ch. 69

XX. Judgement - Mikuni. Ch. 144

Literary references

 "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland" Lewis Carroll. Ch. 3, 4, 7, 19, 98, 122. Misono, Lily, Dodo, Mitsuki, Yamane, Hattori, Mikuni, Bad B and Good B.

"As You Like It" William Shakespeare. Ch. 10, 38.5. Mikuni's spell.

"My Fair Lady" English nursery rhyme. Ch. 10 Mikuni's spell.

"Dracula" Bram Stoker. Ch. 12, 30. Hugh.

"Romeo and Juliet" William Shakespeare. Ch. 23, 34. Hyde, Ophelia.

"Faust" by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. Ch. 29 Johannes.

"Through the Looking-Glass" Lewis Carroll. Ch. 29, events. Mikuni, Johannes.

"Julius Caesar" William Shakespeare. Ch. 23, 84. Hyde.

"Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde" Robert Stevenson. Ch. 23, 37. Hyde, Licht.

"Macbeth" William Shakespeare. Ch. 24, 31. Kuro, Saint Germain, Mahiru.

"Night on the Galactic Railroad" Kenji Miyazawa. Ch. 26, 142. Higan, Tsubaki.

"The Little Prince" Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. Ch 30, 67. Kuro, Mahiru, Sloth demon, Gear, probably Jeje.

"Hamlet" William Shakespeare. Ch. 33, 34. Hyde, Ophelia.

"The Phantom of the Opera" Gaston Leroux. Ch. 36 Licht and Hyde technique.

"Peter and Wendy" James Barry. Ch. 44, 56, 74. Tsurugi, Touma, Mahiru.

"Ring a Ring o' Roses" nursery rhyme. Ch. 53 Junichiro's spell.

“Peter Pan in Kensington Gardens” James Barry. Ch. 53, 75. Tsurugi, Touma.

"Death in Venice" Thomas Mann. Ch. 55 Gilbert technique.

"Total Eclipse" a play by Christopher Hampton. Ch. 55 Rayscent's technique.

"The Morning of the Last Farewell" Kenji Miyazawa. Ch. 57.5 Tsubaki.

"Spring and Asura" Kenji Miyazawa. Ch. 57.5 Tsubaki.

"The Catcher in the Rye" Jerome Salinger. Ch. 62 Shuhei.

"Four and Twenty Blackbirds" Agatha Christie. Ch. 62 Shuhei's spell.

"Metamorphosis" Franz Kafka. Ch. 62 Shamrock technique.

“The Nighhawk's Star” Kenji Miyazawa. Ch. 62, 76. Shamrock technique.

"Rock-a-bye Baby" an English lullaby. Ch. 70 Touma's spell.

“Schlafe, mein Prinzchen, schlaf ein” lullaby. Ch. 70 Touma's spell.

"Who Killed Cock Robin" an English nursery rhyme. Ch. 70 Yumikage's spell.

"The Wonderful Wizard of Oz" Lyman Frank Baum. Ch. 70, 88. Tsukimitsu brothers’ spells.

"Daddy-Long-Legs" Jean Webster. Ch. 74. Dark Night Trio, Touma.

"King Lear" William Shakespeare. Ch. 86. Hyde.

"The House of the Sleeping Beauties" Yasunari Kawabata. Ch. 86. Iori.

"The Divine Comedy" Dante Alighieri. Ch. 118, 120, 121. Niccolo, Ildio, Gluttony demon.

“A Brute's Love” (人でなしの恋) Edogawa Rampo. Ch. 122 Mikuni, Lily.

"Coppelia" ballet Leo Delibes. Chapter 122 Mikuni, Lily.

"Salome" Oscar Wilde. Ch. 122, 147. Mikuni, Lily.

"Turandot" opera by Giacomo Puccini based on the play by Carlo Gozzi. Ch. 129, 136. Lily.

"The Tempest" William Shakespeare. Ch. 131. Licht and Hyde.

"The Old Man and the Sea" Ernest Hemingway. Ch. 134 Hugh.

"Flowers for Algernon" Daniel Keyes. Ch. 135 Hugh.

"Jane Eyre" Charlotte Brontë. Ch. 136. Hokaze.

"Madama Butterfly" opera by Giacomo Puccini. Ch. 136. Lily.

"Hansel and Gretel" the Brothers Grimm. Ch. 140. Faust and Otogiri.

"Girl Hell" Yumeno Kyusaku. Ch. 147. Mikuni, Noah.

Music

"F��r Elise" by Ludwig van Beethoven. Ch. 34

"Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring" by Johann Sebastian Bach. Ch. 125

Sonata No. 17 "Tempest" by Ludwig van Beethoven. Ch. 131

Movies

"It's a Wonderful Life" (1946). Ch. 131

"Life is Beautiful" (1997). Ch. 131

I believe this list can be expanded. Somewhere I’ve written only chaps when some reference was mentioned for the first time and omitted all further mentions.

Special thanks to hello-vampire-kitty, joydoesathing and passmeabook, because some works wouldn’t be included in the list without their observations.

[svennytkyra97]

Es ist Zeit aufzugeben es ist Zeit aufzugeben, das Wollen, das Hoffen, das Verlangen, die Sehnsucht. Ich gebe auf.I ch gebe auf, dass du mich siehst. Ich gebe auf, dass du mich liebst. Ich gebe auf, dass du dich meldest. Ich gebe all meine Erwartungen auf. Meine Wünsche. Meine Sehnsüchte. Ich gebe auf. Und damit nehme ich mich an. Ich nehme einfach all das an, was kommt. Das Universum weiß, was es tut. Ich gebe mich allem hin. Ich fange immer und immer wieder an alles zu fühlen. Ich fange immer und immer wieder an tiefer zu gehen. In mir, ich fange mein Leben immer wieder neu an. Ich entscheide mich für mich. Denn mir darf es gut gehen. Damit entscheide ich mich nicht gegen dich.Aber ich gebe einfach diesen Kampf auf. Und gehe meinen Weg. Und du darfst deinen gehen. Ich möchte frei sein. Ganz bei mir sein. Ganz bei mir ankommen. In der Liebe. In meinem Herzen. Das Leben genießen. Im Hier und Jetzt.Einfach sein. Mit dem Fluss des Lebens. Ich gebe jetzt auf

[ironwoman359]

Hard Answers - Ch. 1

A Truth Revealed

Ch.2: A Chance Taken || Ch.3: A Legacy Kept

A companion piece to A Thief's Gamble

Summary: An excerpt from the private journal of Ariene Anneius, Dragonborn and Guildmaster of the Thieves Guild, on the discovery of Mercer Frey’s betrayal and translation of Gallus Desidenius’s journal, preserved for historical purposes. 

Author's Note: This story is a companion piece with A Thief's Gamble, taking place during chapters 13, 14, and 15 of that story, though it could technically be read as a standalone. It was important to the plot of ATG that these journal entries exist, but trying to insert them somewhere within that story itself was causing major issues with the flow and structure, so I decided to post them separately. On AO3, all fics with Ariene as the Dragonborn are under a series, which I'll probably eventually make a masterlist for here. I had a lot of fun writing from Ariene's perspective for a change, and can't wait to do so more in the future!

Check the Reblogs for an AO3 Link!

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5th of Frostfall

I’ve never been the journaling type before, but after everything I’ve learned in the last two days, I find myself wanting to put pen to paper and document all that’s happened. Mercer thinks me dead, and I intend to use that to our advantage, but it’s still possible that we will be discovered. I am currently sitting in the basement room of the Frozen Hearth, writing in the book I usually use to keep track of marks, items of interest, and other odds and ends. As soon as Enthir returns with the supplies I’ve asked him to purchase on my behalf, I’ll be on the road to Markarth. I plan to leave this record behind with Enthir when I leave; if I am killed before we’re able to confront Mercer in front of the Guild, then my hope is that it will find its way into their hands.

If you are reading this, I ask that you not dismiss it as the mad ramblings of a traitor, but as a true account of what transpired between Mercer Frey, Karliah, and myself, Ariene Anneius, in Snow Veil Sanctum on the Third of Frostfall in the year 201 of the fourth era. 

…… 

Mercer Frey and I set out from Riften several days ago to try and apprehend the thief Karliah at Snow Veil Sanctum. Karliah was said to have murdered the previous Guildmaster, and Mercer was determined to find her and deal out justice. We arrived at the Sanctum, and found a small camp set up outside with a horse tied to a tree. Certain that this meant Karliah was still in the Sanctum, Mercer killed the horse so she wouldn’t be able to escape, then instructed me to take the lead as we journeyed into the tomb. 

Perhaps it is my hindsight clouding my memory, or perhaps it is because Mercer and I have never really gotten along, but even at the time I found this suspicious. At the very least, I thought it distasteful. When I suggested that, as he was a swordsman and I an archer, it may be more prudent for him to take the lead and for me to cover him from behind, he shouted obscenities at me until I agreed to do as he ordered. I had half a mind to just turn back and leave him to deal with Karliah on his own, but I knew if I did so, then I would no longer be welcome at the Guild. So, however reluctantly, I took point and led us into the catacombs. 

Now, as I write this while nursing two near fatal wounds that have barely healed, I see why Mercer was so eager for me to take point. 

Karliah shot me before I even saw her, and I realized that her arrows had been tipped with poison, because I immediately collapsed to the ground, unable to move or speak. Mercer had told me a story of something similar happening to him twenty years ago when Gallus was murdered, so I fully expected to die there, Mercer falling beside me with an arrow through his throat as the last sight I’d ever see.

But what I saw instead shook the foundations of what I thought I knew about the Guild and its history. 

Mercer and Karliah spoke, and in their conversation, Karliah expressed nothing but admiration for the man Gallus had been and grief at his passing, while Mercer was cold and dismissive. One thing that Mercer said in particular, I have been holding in my mind, as to me it is almost more damning than the fact that he stabbed me not two minutes after saying it. 

“Gallus had his wealth, and he had you. All he had to do was look the other way.” 

The implications of his words chilled me more than the poison in my veins, and had I been able to move I may have turned and drawn my blade on him. But as I lay immobile, I could only watch as he bent over to taunt me before driving his sword into my stomach. 

I fell into a darkness that I thought must have been death, though clearly I was wrong, as you’re now reading this account. After some time, I don’t know how long exactly, I found myself coming around, this time with Karliah standing over me. 

It turned out that the poison on her arrow kept me from bleeding out, and when she was certain Mercer had left the sanctum, she came back to pull me from the ruins.

If nothing else will convince you the reader of Mercer’s guilt and Karliah’s innocence, let it be this: 

Mercer tried to kill me, and Karliah saved my life.

Coming back to revive me was a risk, one that she was under no obligation to take, seeing as I was nothing but a stranger to her. But it’s one she took anyway, because she didn’t want to let me die. She’s definitely not telling me everything about what happened twenty years ago, but what she has told me, I believe is true, and I ask you to believe it as well. 

Mercer killed Gallus. Of that I have no doubt. Gallus had a journal with him when he was murdered, and Karliah retrieved it from his remains before we left the sanctum. We hope it will provide enough details to help us prove the truth, but it’s written in the language of the Falmer and none of us can read it. Hence, my journey to Markarth. The court wizard Calcelmo is said to be an authority on the Falmer, and we’re hoping he can help us translate Gallus’s final words. 

I’ve volunteered to be the one to go, since Mercer will no doubt be looking for Karliah again after failing to bring her down in the sanctum. I, however, am supposed to be dead, which makes me the perfect person to work against him undetected. Still, I’ll need to avoid discovery if at all possible, so I’ll be taking the longer route along the coast to Dawnstar, and from there traveling off the road as much as possible. 

I’ve instructed Enthir to get this journal into the hands of one of the Guild lieutenants should he not hear back from me in over three weeks, so if you are reading this now, then I wasn’t able to return to him with a translation guide. It’s quite possible that I’ve died, either by Mercer’s hand or some other mishap, so as my last wish, I ask that you find out what Mercer is up to and put a stop to it, not only to avenge myself, but to avenge Gallus and Karliah for everything they suffered at his hands. 

And if it is Brynjolf reading this, then I’m sorry we never got to have that drink. I hope you’ll toast to my memory when all is said and done.  

Ariene Anneius

[vegansforfuture]

Eine vielversprechende Technologie hat Savor aus Kalifornien entwickelt. Das Startup stellt mittels eines thermochemischen Verfahrens Triglyceride direkt aus CO2, Methan und Wasserstoff her. Aus diesen lassen sich dann Palmfett, Kakaobutter oder eben auch Milchfett bzw. Butter herstellen! 👍😎🌱

Vegconomist dazu: "Savor , ein US-amerikanisches Food-Tech-Startup, hat ein neues Butterprodukt auf den Markt gebracht, das weder tierische noch pflanzliche Inhaltsstoffe enthält. Das Produkt wird in einem firmeneigenen Fermentationsverfahren hergestellt, bei dem Kohlendioxid (CO₂), grüner Wasserstoff (GH₂) und Methan (CH₄) in strukturierte Fette umgewandelt werden, ohne auf konventionelle Landwirtschaft zurückzugreifen.

Die Butteralternative wird zunächst über ausgewählte Gastronomiepartner erhältlich sein. Die Markteinführung fällt mit dem dritten Firmenjubiläum zusammen und folgt auf die Eröffnung der ersten, über 2.000 Quadratmeter großen Pilotproduktionsanlage in Batavia, Illinois.(...) Darüber hinaus hat Savor von der US-amerikanischen Food and Drug Administration den GRAS-Status (Generally Recognized As Safe) erhalten, was den Weg für den legalen kommerziellen Vertrieb in den USA frei macht."

Der Hersteller über seine Technologie: "Wir produzieren Fette aus Kohlenstoff, Wasserstoff und Sauerstoff durch einen thermochemischen Prozess. Die von uns produzierten Fette sind chemisch identisch mit den Fetten, die wir bereits essen, nur in unterschiedlichen Konzentrationen.

Wir verwenden in keinem Schritt Organismen, daher gibt es hier nichts, was genetisch verändert werden könnte.

Die Produkte von Savor sind vollständig tierversuchsfrei und vegan. Sie sind außerdem milchfrei und frei von GVO, Transfetten, Cholesterin, Gluten und den neun wichtigsten Lebensmittelallergenen. Im Vergleich zur Produktion von Kokosnuss- oder Palmöl hat unser Verfahren ein Treibhausgas-Reduktionspotenzial von mindestens 70 %."

Quellen: ➡ LINK 1 ➡ LINK 2

CHANGE IS COMING! 😊💚

[beck-a-leck]

Writing Patterns/First 10 Lines Tag Game

tagged by @thychesters Thank you!!

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there’s a pattern!

(I might break the rules a little bit, because a lot of my most recent fics are multi-chaps, and long running ones at that, or they're prompt collections. So I'll be taking the most recent opening lines, as opposed to the very first lines and I'm going to take from pieces posted within the last year. I'm also gonna repeat one fic, since I started posting it last year and it's been my most active WIP since then.)

1. Little Runeys - Ch 16 (The RF4/SW AU): “Dank farrik!” Frey swore sharply as she narrowly avoided taking a hit right up her thruster. “These Imps just can’t cut a girl a break.” She turned her head to look over her shoulder. “How are those guns coming, Lest?” 2. How Far Ahead The Road Has Gone - Ch 14 (The Hobbit): When Bilbo woke, she was burning up. Someone had draped an extra blanket over her while she had been sleeping, but considering the chill in the air, she shouldn’t have sweat beading on her forehead. It was dark, must have been the middle of the night, Bilbo couldn’t see anything around her except the shadows of whoever was on watch against the low glow of the fire, but from the snoring she suspected nearly everyone else was asleep. 3. Home For The Holidays (Grand Bazaar): Despite the bone deep exhaustion, the heavy pack on his back, the feet that ached with every footfall, and the remnants of a cold lingering in the back of his throat and sinuses, Lloyd still got a spring in his step when the familiar landmarks of Zephyr Town came into view. With renewed vigor, he hitched his pack up a little higher on his shoulders and hurried down the road. His heart seemed to lighten with every step forward, and a small smile began to curl across his tired face. 4. Earth and Rebirth - Ch 20 (Trio of Towns): Summer was in full swing, painting the mountain in shades of green as the plants spread out their broad leaves to soak up every bit of the hot sun as possible. Life was getting busy on the farms and in all three towns, as the first of the summer crops were ready for harvest, and tourists were flocking to the picturesque mountain for vacation. Holly was kept plenty busy herself. 5. How Far Ahead The Road Has Gone - Ch 1 (The Hobbit): When Bilbo Baggins left the Shire in the company of Thorin Oakenshield, she had not known she was pregnant. The thought of it being a possibility hadn’t even crossed her mind. 6. Adored (Rune Factory 4): Frey pushed blindly into her room. It was late, her heart was heavy, her soul weary. Tonight was her last night in Selphia, and as exhausted as she was of dealing with people, Frey so desperately did not want to be alone. Perhaps it was why she lingered so long with the others until she had to listen to Volkanon's good sense and turn in. Otherwise, she would be utterly exhausted tomorrow, and she would need to be sharp, embarking on this next journey alone. 7. At The End Of All Things (Spiritfarer): Buck didn’t see his death coming. 8. Our Dear Empress - Ch 9 (Rune Factory 4): Frey woke up early. Early enough that the sun had not yet risen, and she couldn’t even hear the quiet stirrings of life in the camp. She was accustomed to waking at the break of dawn, but even this was too early for her. She lay there in the dark, listening to Forte breathe steadily from her bedroll on the ground beside her. It would be wise to sleep some more, but even as the thought crossed her mind, Frey knew she was not going to slip back into slumber again. 9. Seedlings and Sprouts - Ch 29 (Animal Parade): Perry wasn’t expecting to be awake at this hour, but for reasons unknown to him, when he had laid down to sleep that night his mind refused to quiet, and he could not relax. So with restless body and mind, he got out of bed. If sleep was not coming to him, there was plenty of work he could do. Perhaps sorting through old church records would bore him to sleep. 10. And Omega Remains - Ch 2 (The Bad Batch): “You might know me better than you think.” The woman crouched down and removed her glasses. Brown eyes met identical brown eyes. "We’re sisters, Omega."

It looks like most often my opening lines are spent doing some scene setting and getting into the POV character's shoes. Occasionally I'll drop right into the action or pick up where a canon scene left off. But for the most part I get pretty quick to answering Who? Where? and Why? Not surprising for the prompt collections, where I'm usually getting right to the point of the prompt. And in the multi-chaps it's a good way to show that some time has passed between where the last one ended and the new one picked up and catch readers up. A lot of character action happening in the first sentence or two. And a lot of characters waking up 😂

I think the biggest exception to this trend is the opening lines of "Road" which is a succinct 'this is exactly what the story is going to be about' opening line.

Oh man I guess I should tag some folks. How about @jessi-08, @durotoswrites, @emeraldhazeart, @lookforanewangle, @jake-marshall

And if you want to play along and I didn't tag you, feel free to say I tagged you. My brain goes instantly blank any time I need to tag people in games like this and suddenly I don't know anyone who writes 😂

[ghostace]

gw2 oc masterlist

something like the swtor one - a very brief, very non-exhaustive introduction to each

main crew:

pleurri - commander, priory, champion of aurene - mirage & virtuoso

asuran scholar turned priory researcher after the colleges' back-stabbing and competition became less and less to her liking. frequently summons her own clones just to talk to, a socially anxious wreck that ended up in a position of leadership she was never meant for when mordremoth arose. with the care of aurene now her responsibility, she rose to the challenge and carried out the path of the champion.

taior voth - commander, vigil - firebrand

the dream always meant for him to be a leader, a protector, a healer, but fate had other plans. lost in the tangled depths after the destruction of the pact fleet, he took a back seat after a painful recovery. reunited after the destruction of the twin dragons, he and pleurri are more of one mind than ever - and they have each others' backs.

side characters:

kiyo kanai - commander, whispers - daredevil

criminal scum, street rat - they made many ill-advised choices before finally being caught. leveraging their skills, they negotiated a release to join the order of whispers, where they excelled - leading to being the representing member of the whispers when the pact was formed, and later admitted to the shining blade. with cantha reconnected, they're seeking out particular new interests in the region, including some personal questions as to their ancestry.

ahnwyl - vigil - untamed

what do you do when your dream is about someone else? left aimless after fulfilling his purpose and bitter that his entire existence is meant for someone who doesn't want him, he trails first after braham's destiny's edge, and then dragon's watch - until his beloved pet is killed by kralkatorrik. with only vengeance on his mind, he finds himself suddenly devoted to the cause - and unexpectedly powerful.

saga stormslayer - reaper

a shepherd in the shiverpeaks, child of a skaald, living away from civilization raising goats and dolyaks, saga led a quiet life until a svanir attack ended her life... and she reawoke, some days later, with new powers and the distant memory of someone in the mists sending her back. she and marad set out from their destroyed homestead to find the person who'd saved her, and try to figure out how she returned.

marad warweaver - specter

an ash legion elementalist, her magic began to wane, growing too unreliable to count upon. frustrated, she left, resigning her position and risking being branded a gladium, and went north where she met saga and the two formed a deep bond. with the help of the raven shaman, she was able to learn a new type of magic, but it wasn't enough when the svanir arrived. despite burying her, saga arose and brought with her more questions than answers, and a new focus for the two.

syvva vlok - renegade

the mists were always an interest of hers, one that made her greatly successful - and always kept her pushing for more. when an experiment led to her falling into the mists, she had to quickly learn to survive - though manipulating the mists came easily to her. her eventual escape landed her in the crystal desert, but in her time away much has changed - and so has she.

marsus ruincatcher - priory - spellbreaker

blood legion aren't typically known for their intellect, but marsus was raised in the ruin warband where bangar's manipulations rivalled that of ash. tired of the battlefield, he took an opportunity to join the priory and devoured the knowledge there, becoming both a stalwart protector and a keen mind in the fight against the dragons - much to his old friend's dismay. when his wounds from mordremoth's attack never fully healed, he took on the role of caretaker instead - looking out for other wounded pact soldiers, and living a more peaceful existence, until the civil war came knocking on his doorstep.

julian frei - vigil - tempest

native to ebonhawke via elona, julian leaped at the chance to escape the fortress to explore the world when the vigil came recruiting. a healer by trade, the soldier was left to try and keep as many alive as he could when the pact fleet fell in maguuma. struggling with the effort and the memories, he spends most of his time drowning his mind or following after marsus - both of them overcoming a mutual hatred via the bond gained from surviving in the jungle together. when they accidentally end up amongst the astral ward, julian takes to the organisation in a way his family don't and has to face the choice to ascend - and forget them.

calastris - scrapper

she awoke on the run, halfway out of the depths of the maguuma jungle, the echo of a dangerous voice in her mind. straight across tyria, she built tools and weapons from scraps, trying to place as much distance between herself and the remnants of the voice, until she ran into marsus and julian deep in ascalon. clothing and feeding the sapling, they found the odd sylvari doesn't speak and avoids eye contact - but with her contraptions, determination to learn, and an unexpected cheerfulness, she manages to communicate regardless.

dusk ruinshot - deadeye

a member of the ruin warband, recruited after bangar passed leadership to marsus, who made some unpopular changes - including recruiting this ash legion gladium. a deadly sniper, he's none too thrilled when marsus abandons them for the priory and leaves him exposed in blood legion territory. but bangar has a message he's all too susceptible to - if he could trust ash legion.

dexion theta - vigil - holosmith

an inquest experiment in cloning turned sideways when it escaped, one of many copies set itself loose upon the world. smart enough to take care of itself, dexion took to freedom with enthusiasm - and a particular love of setting things on fire. after being captured by pirates, it fell in with fable, and they in turn decided to sign up to the vigil, where they were assigned to nettle's reluctant tutoring. as part of the maguuma campaign, it lost an eye but didn't lose the fervour for fire.

fable frostsong - vigil - bladesworn

a child of a skaald who grew up hearing whispers on the wind, it was decided that fable should leave the shiverpeaks and seek his legend elsewhere - for his own safety. a capable fighter, he joined mercenary bands and pirate crews, until an asura prisoner convinced him to try something new - a real cause.

withering nettle - vigil - vindicator

it was her dream that told her to seek out the vigil and fight the dragons. it was her general who assigned her two hapless recruits to train. it was them that saved her, when the mordrem began to turn her, and again when the inquest decided on further experiments. as tall as her norn companion and more vicious than before, she's dedicated to protecting them in turn - and searching for a way to reverse what was done to her

nameless victor - sunspear - willbender

she wasn't always a sunspear. she wasn't always nameless, either, but it's so hard to remember what it used to be. all she knows is that she has to take down joko and free elona, and victory is her promise. if this body doesn't belong to her, well, that can be resolved later.

the tbds:

citra emberclaw - weaver

hadrais - soulbeast

tlishi - berserker

vaimyth - harbinger

pelanthe - scourge

[countrymusiclover]

30 - Messages of War

part 31

The Last Velaryon

Tag list @rise-my-angel @cdragons @kmc1989 @starkleila @1not-today-satan1

Chezney’s pov

Two guards of House Stark tossed my horse saddle up on my horse.   A different set of guards did the same for Lady Stark’s and Brienne’s horses since they were accompanying me on this journey to Renly Baratheon’s camp.  I was wearing a simple sea green and white dress with some dark boots.  My hair was pinned up in a bun with a few delicate pins.  Finally a thick winter cloak was draped over my shoulders showing I was ready for the journey ahead of me.  

I’d never gone on a mission like this by myself but thankfully I wasn’t going on it alone.  Lady Stark knew much more about formal politics than Brienne or I do.  I was doing this to represent my best friend when she can’t come with us.  

Footsteps could be heard coming up behind me before I felt someone touch my shoulder gently.  “There you are.  I was hoping I’d find you before you departed for your journey.” 

“Did you really think I would leave without saying goodbye to you?  What kind of friend do you take me for?” I slightly turned on my feet until I was facing my friend Haelesa who sent me a snorted laugh. 

“Of course not.  I couldn’t live by myself if I was a horrible friend to you.  You’re basically the sister that I never got to have in my life.” 

Throwing my arms around her tightly we embraced the other in a long hug.  On the inside I was horrified to be doing this somewhat of a solo mission with our king’s mother.  But on the outside I was keeping a brave face as best as I possibly could manage. “You can always back out, lady Chezney.  My mother can have Brienne accompany her and you would be able to remain here.” Footsteps approached my best friend from behind causing us to break our hug and see the young wolf king himself coming at us. 

“I appreciate the offer, your grace.  But this is something I must do.  I don’t feel I’ve been much help to you and your fight against the Lannisters as my friend here has and that’s something I’d like to Improve on.” 

Haelesa intertwined my hand with hers, sending me a half smile.  “You’ve kept me sane throughout all of this.  But I do understand what you mean.” 

“Your grace.  My ladies.  We should begin our journey if we wish to arrive before nightfall.” Brienne came up beside us addressing Haelesa and Robb with a bow. 

Haelesa squeezed in one last hug before I began mounting my horse. “May the Gods be good to you, bestie.” 

“And may they be good to you and your family.” I nodded my head down to her seeing Robb drape an arm around her waist bringing her in closer to him.  They watched us ride off with the lady knight on our quest to get the youngest Baratheon brothers' trust and support of his men so we could take the Lannisters' power. 

Haelesa’s pov

Gently running a brush through my long hair I felt rather uncomfortable with the silence in the tent I shared with my husband.  I was never truly used to being on my own like this now.  Chezney and I have been attached at the hip you could say.  

The Frey girls that were in our camp had been rather adjusted to life outside of a castle.  Some would have thought they wouldn’t adjust to basically living in the wilderness.  I know for me personally I have never felt more free out here.  Living only in a castle surrounded by salt and sea I found myself thinking I was a woman trapped in a tower.  Robb Stark was the man who rescued me from my castle prison. 

Quickly turning around in the wooden chair that I was sitting in front of the vanity table before I noticed the tent flap get pushed open with the familiar direwolf running to my feet.  Footsteps entered the room shortly afterwards revealing my husband.  “How are you doing today, Hael?”

“I’m alright.  It’s just oddly strange for Chezney to not be here.” I responded by lifting my head up to meet his brown eyed gaze. 

Robb walked over to his side of the bed removing his fur cloak and hanging it on the chair beside his war table.  “I trust my mother and Brienne to look out for her.  You shouldn’t be worrying too much.”

“Hey boy, you’re a good boy. Yeah, my good boy.”  I began threading my fingers through the fur on Grey Wind’s head earning a tail wag from the protective direwolf.  “You’re beginning to sound like the Maester.  I should be telling you to rest before you pass out from all the war delegations and planning.”

My husband came over and ran a hand over his direwolf’s fur, placing his hand over my smaller one.  “Wars rarely ever allow for a rest, dear wife.”

“I’m aware, young wolf.  And on that note I was thinking we should start looking out for one another and take rests like we need.”  I intertwined my hand that was over mine before the direwolf laid down at my boots. 

Robb squeezed my hand seeing the brush in my other hand where he opened his freehand offering.  “Do you want me to help with your hair?”

“You know how to brush a woman’s hair?” 

Robb chuckled slightly offended by my question.  “Are you saying I’m incapable of doing such a task?”

“From my experience most lords don’t know anything except hunting, riding and fighting.  Women are taught everything else except those three things.”  I pointed out to the young man standing before me still with an extended hand. 

Robb raised a teasing brow with a light smirk on his lips.  “Will you allow me to prove I’m not like most lords or not?”

“Here you go, wolf boy.” I pushed the hair brush into his palm and spun back around to face the mirror.  Robb raised the brush up and slid it through the long strands of my white Velaryon hair.  

A comfortable silence fell between the two of us, three if you count Grey Wind.  Closing my eyes I allowed myself to just relax and be in the peaceful moment with my husband.  From the day we were born we have been put on these high expectations as Lords and Ladies of one of the high houses of Westeros.  The expectations that we have been forced to uphold have shaped us and have also made us crave a different lifestyle.  

In my dreams I have briefly imagined what I would be doing if I didn’t have to marry to ensure the legacy of my household.  I imagined that I would travel the seven kingdoms and marry out of love, not duty. Funny thing is now that I really think about it I have pretty much gotten all of those things even with originally being forced to marry Jaime Lannister. 

“See, there all done and you never yelped and told me I couldn’t do such a task.” Robb chimed in with a cheerful tone in his voice breaking the silence that had fallen between us as he laid the brush down on the vanity and I gently turned around in my chair to face him like I had done when he entered the tent. 

Rising to my feet I pushed the chair aside and stepped in front of him.  Taking both of his hands in mine before he lowered his gaze down to meet mine.  “Let’s change the subject. We have something much more special we could be discussing.”

“Our little prince or princess.” Robb genuinely smiled down at me. 

I wholeheartedly loved seeing an expression of happiness on his face, it was a very rare sight to see given the situation we had been presented with.  Moving one of our linked hands downward to my swollen stomach I tilted my head to the side with a grin.  “I can choose the girl names and you choose the boys.  Does that work for you?”

“Sounds like a plan.” He nodded in agreement. 

Lowering my gaze to my belly I already had a few names in mind and have been waiting to finally tell him, considering we might not have time to discuss names when I have to give birth. “I really like the names Rebkah or Cadenza.”

“Aemond or Luther for a boy's name.” He responded, noticing some tears welling in my eyes so he wiped away the tears with his thumb.  “Hey, look at me.  What’s troubling you, Haelesa?”

Rubbing the fallen tears from my face and underneath my nose I sniffed.  “I’m sorry, Robb.  It’s - It’s just hormones.  I - I - I’m really terrified that we might not make it through this - that we’ll be thrown into a prison cell or worse. I don’t want to lose you or our baby.”

“Haelesa, Hael, look at me.” Robb raised his hands upward, cupping my face and resting my forehead against his. “Mark my word we will get through this war.  We will all be together again and all go home for good.”

I chuckled with some happy tears. “I truly never wanted to leave Winterfell the first time I saw it.”

“It’ll be your forever home, Hael.  I swear on my sword.”  He leans down gently kissing me. Wrapping my arms around his neck I deepened the kiss and buried my face against his chest once we held one another in a warm embrace.

[horizon-verizon]

As a reply to https://www.tumblr.com/horizon-verizon/757104628659863552/turns-out-ch-scrapped-sabitha-vypren-freys?source=share this ask, here's the source that's linked on the GOT wiki page for Sabitha's replacement character's name being Serena https://redanianintelligence.com/2023/09/30/every-new-cast-member-house-of-the-dragon-season-2/

Perhaps it was a mistake on their end, though curiously I struggle to find HBO's full list of S2 cast members and who they go for....

[gwendolynlerman]

Deutschribing Germany

Languages

Most languages native to Germany belong to the Germanic family, but some of them are Slavic languages. German is the official language, with over 95% of the country speaking Standard German or one of its dialects as their first language.

There are six recognized minority languages: Danish, Lower Sorbian, North Frisian, Romani, Saterland Frisian, and Upper Sorbian. The main immigrant languages spoken are Arabic, Dutch, Greek, Italian, Kurdish, Polish, Russian, Serbo-Croatian, Tamil, Turkish, and Ukrainian.

German (Deutsch)

German belongs to the West Germanic group of languages and is the native language of 95 million people. It is the official language in Austria, Belgium, Germany, Liechtenstein, Luxembourg, and Switzerland, as well as South Tyrol in Italy, and is a recognized minority language in ten countries from four different continents.

German Standard German is the standardized variety of German spoken in Germany. Its pronunciation is similar to the German spoken in Hanover. Its alphabet has 30 letters: a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z ä ö ü ß. Most German vocabulary is of Germanic origin, but around one fifth was taken from French or Latin. German dialects and varieties are explained in detail in this post.

Romani (rromani ćhib)

Sinte Romani (sintitikes) is the variety of Romani spoken in Germany and neighboring countries. It belongs to the Northwestern Romani dialect group, which in turn is part of the Indo-Iranian branch of the Indo-European family. It is spoken by around 195,000 people and is not mutually intelligible with other Romani varieties.

There is no standard pronunciation or grammar. The alphabet has 31 letters: a b c č čh d dž e f g h i j k kh l m n o p ph r s š t th u v x z ž.

Danish (dansk)

Danish is a North Germanic language with 6 million native speakers. It is the official language of Denmark and the Faroe Islands and a recognized minority language in Schleswig-Holstein and Greenland.

The Danish alphabet has 29 letters, including the 26 found in the English one and æ, ø, and å.

Upper Sorbian (hornjoserbšćina)

Upper Sorbian (Obersorbische Dialekte in the map) belongs to the West Slavic branch and is recognized as a minority language in Saxony, where its 13,000 native speakers live.

Its alphabet has 34 letters: a b c č ć d dź e ě f g h ch i j k ł l m n ń o ó p r ř s š t u w y z ž.

North Frisian (Nordfriisk)

North Frisian is part of the West Germanic branch and is spoken natively by 10,000 people in Schleswig-Holstein. It comprises 10 dialects, which are divided into two groups: insular and mainland.

Its phonology and orthography vary depending on the dialect, but there are 32 basic letters: a ä å b ch d dj đ/ð e f g h i j k l lj m n ng nj o ö p r s sch t tj u ü w.

Lower Sorbian (dolnoserbšćina)

Lower Sorbian (Niedersorbische Dialekte in the map of Sorbian dialects) is a West Slavic language spoken natively by 6,900 people in Brandenburg.

It uses the same letters as Upper Sorbian but adds ś and ź and uses ŕ instead of ř, bringing the total number of letters to 36.

Saterland Frisian (Seeltersk)

Saterland Frisian belongs to the West Germanic branch and is recognized as a minority language in Lower Saxony. It is spoken by 2,200 people and has three fully mutually intelligible dialects.

Its orthography has not been standardized yet, but there are 31 common letters: a ä b ch d e f g h i ie j k/kk ks kw l m n ng o oa ö p r s sch t u ü v w.

Here is Article 1 of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights in the native languages of Germany:

German: Alle Menschen sind frei und gleich an Würde und Rechten geboren. Sie sind mit Vernunft und Gewissen begabt und sollen einander im Geist der Brüderlichkeit begegnen.

Romani: Sa e manušikane strukture bijandžona tromane thaj jekhutne ko digniteti thaj capipa. Von si baxtarde em barvale gndaja thaj godžaja thaj trubun jekh avereja te kherjakeren ko vodži pralipaja.

Danish: Alle mennesker er født frie og lige i værdighed og rettigheder. De er udstyret med fornuft og samvittighed, og de bør handle mod hverandre i en broderskabets ånd.

Upper Sorbian: Wšitcy čłowjekojo su wot naroda swobodni a su jenacy po dostojnosći a prawach. Woni su z rozumom a swědomjom wobdarjeni a maja mjezsobu w duchu bratrowstwa wobchadźeć.

North Frisian: Ali Mensken sen frii, likwērtig en me disalev Rochten bēren. Ja haa Forstant en Giweeten mefingen en skul arküđer üs Bröđern öntöögentreer. (Sylt/Sölring dialect)

Lower Sorbian: Wšykne luźe su lichotne roźone a jadnake po dostojnosći a pšawach. Woni maju rozym a wědobnosć a maju ze sobu w duchu bratšojstwa wobchadaś.

Saterland Frisian: Aal do Moanskene sunt fräi un gliek in Wöide un Gjuchte gebooren. Joo hääbe Fernunft un Gewieten meekriegen un schällen sik eenuur as Bruure ferhoolde. (Ramsloh dialect)

Translation: All human beings are born free and equal in dignity and rights. They are endowed with reason and conscience and should act towards one another in a spirit of brotherhood.

[lorenzlund]

Ar(s)-bide und aRs-En(-d)e 'den Hintern verbieten wollen, anderen'. to bide - engl. ars - lat. Alters-Rente, gewährte, und das gay Halt!!!

der Job, engl. auch: blow-... . w-ork (at), fleißiges Herumarbeiten, auch: an sich. bi-Trieb('S)-Rente die. ass, (engl.) the, firm in. die Firma. ward Schaft. dt.: Wirtschaft.

'Ich bemerke am Hinterreifen und den Speichen ihres Rades einen heimlich angebrachten Sender, aus Art Plombe aus Metall, er gehört stets anderen. Mit ihm können uns andere ausnehmend gut wiederfinden. Ich musste mich dann mir bis dahin gänzlich unbekannter Personen erwehren manchmal schon. Offenbar kannten diese aber umgekehrt sehr wohl mich! Ich bemerkte ihn an zig Hinter-Reifen auch anderer Personen schon, bereits in auch schon der Vergangenheit. Selber bin ich Schreiber und Dichter! Wenn ich auch nie damit reich wurde!

Hannover unterzieht so besser in den nächsten Tagen das auch eigene Rad einer genaueren Untersuchung!! Insgesamt!!'

'Leider folgten mir selbst vereinzelte Polizisten wiederholt damit in der Vergangenheit schon auch, gemeinsam mit wieder sogar dann auch ein paar Privatpersonen!

Andere wiederum halfen mir dann dabei, dem erneut vielleicht sogar wieder zu entkommen!

Seit Jahren gibt man mir nun schon so eine auch eigene Bewachung mit!'

(*Der heutige Morgen in der S-Bahn zu Hannover. Ich gegenüber einem anderem Fahrgast, offenbar selber von Beruf Handwerker.)

Die plötzlich auch uns heimlich vielleicht erneut hinterher gesendete Drohne anderer wie dem Park. Und selber den wesentlich besseren Überblick haben oder besitzen, wie selbst wieder dann von sogar der Mondoberfläche aus. (Über wiederholt schlicht die besseren Informationen verfügen).

Kampf dem 'S-port! the ox. B-oxen. 'animals'. the male. der (irdische) Mann. Männer. H-artenspiel das. Quartettspiel das. S(ch)-ach-Olympiade, die. Sacks. Sex.

Ass-port ist Mord!!! bad 'M in ton(s). Sport-Reiten das. Tennis ball der. balls engl. Gegenschlagen das.

umgekehrtes 'W' Bedeutung. die Doppelseite des Hinterns. 'V' für: rechts, rechte Seite.

Obacht!losen-(Ab-)Hilfe. der wohnungslose Mann. W-ohn'-thing. Endsilben. das -ung als häufig benutzte Endung innerhalb von Wortzusammensetzungen. der 'Treff'.

dicks-at- türen. die einberufene Diktatur. 'ass at'. Hit some/le Er.

de Po krat'(ers)? (N)ie! Niemals!!! po-litische Mischformen.

parlar(e) a men(t). reden, hier: mit. keine Wahl haben, sie haben. frei werden von. freie Wahl. H-Hau! der. Hauptstadt, -Städte, (/national u. weltweite). Haupt 'S-Tat. 'Grenzen bewahren!' sick Er hide! Konferenz die, auch: internationale.

Kir(s)chen tag. (... zu Hannover, derzeitig stattfindender mit hohem Polizeiaufgebot auch am Bahnhof). taggen, auch: gezieltes von Personen. males, Männer. die Suche. Pa(s) tür(en) kir(s)chliche. (P)o ran der. das 'Kopftuch' dient als Schutz. vom butt (herunter)-essen wollen als quasi Muss. (P)o ham' mad! etw. haben. das 'Ja zum Hintern'. Jes as(s). ... und seine 12 jüngeren. Kreuzigung. Kirschentürme. getrennte Schwimmtage für Männer wie Frauen in öffentlichen Bädern. (Erstmals so auch in oder für sogar Hannover). Vorhautentfernung die. (Erleben so einzig immer oder nur Männer!). ein als solcher bezeichneter plötzlicher Männlichkeitsverlust der. das Frühstücksbrot uns verkaufte. früh + Stück das. Mittag Ass in. Ab end! Brot. braune Soßen. die 'Braunen', sogenannten (bei erstmals sogar den früheren Regierungen). Trinksucht vor allem der Männer immer. Bus' in. 'im Bus' sein. die Auh! to - Bahn, /-en. der Schnellverkehr auch: weltweite. Verkehrstunnel der. Tunneleingang der. Verkehrskontrolle die. der Weltkrieg, miteinander geführte. Kriege. kriegen, etw., auch: jemanden, ihn haben. Friedensschluss (gefundener), der. Friedens-Meeting das oder -Treff, internationales, dann erneut stattfindendes oder con für/for ends als Konferenzen. die Luftschlacht, deswegen erneut vielleicht wieder sogar auch stattfindende, zweier direkt benachbarter Staaten wie Armeen. 'ein stattfindender Bombenterror, über ganzen Vierteln'. 'Arschbombe' die (in oder selbst von Schwimmbädern.) 'gehörig Krach machen'. ad ass kus'. da-(m)as(s)-kus(s). Nebenbedeutung häufig gehabte von lediglich Einzelbuchstaben wie dem 'W'. Pa a'Rs is(s). der. In Paris urlauben, es selber auch vorhaben. Fliegerarmeen weltweite. 'einen fliegen lassen'. 'Luftschlacht zu England'. 'London angegriffen von Deutschen!' (schon damalige Zeitungen). '... per Bombern'. 'Ganze Viertel Beiruts und Häuser zerstört!' 'Hinterhaus', -häuser die. die 'Luftklatsche große'. 'klatschen', auch auf etw. Flieger der. Bombe(r). As(s)-... . Us(a). 'deutlich einen fliegen lassen'. Luftkampf der. Po Tor 'R ad. Motorrad das private und laut knatternde, insbesondere von Männern. cool tür. culture. M all zeiten. das Mahl. mit tag. Ab! end!-b-ro(d). Brot. 'W'-Eis(en)-Brot. Speise-Eis(en). 'Zitrone'. 'Nuss'. Sorten. 'Waffe(n)'. (-ln suesse). Kugeln mit suck Er. Zucker.

[motorsport-magazin]

Motorsport Termine: Online / TV 29.11 – 01.12.2024

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[raisab332012]

Answer to Why weren't Robb and Catelyn Stark the slightest bit prepared for the events at the Red Wedding, given Walder Frey's untrustworthy nature and his perceived slight by Robb? by Αяηαν Gαη∂єя https://www.quora.com/Why-werent-Robb-and-Catelyn-Stark-the-slightest-bit-prepared-for-the-events-at-the-Red-Wedding-given-Walder-Freys-untrustworthy-nature-and-his-perceived-slight-by-Robb/answer/%CE%91%D1%8F%CE%B7%CE%B1%CE%BD-G%CE%B1%CE%B7-%D1%94%D1%8F?ch=18&oid=271023681&share=6fa7983e&srid=7KVRc&target_type=answer