#fortia

[psidontknow]

Heartless and cold, this body is a hollow, b r o k e n bowl What do you call such a soul? (I've had too much to eat...)

[crashstanding]

OCtober day 3: Old(est) OC

As per the norm, I have to dig this ancient strawberry out when asked about old OCs. I made him nearly 20 years ago now and I wanted to let him lean back into that fucking little freak vibe he had in my middle school phase (I sadly no longer have access to his original elementary school design)

[chybaddie]

THE HUNTINGTON

[dallieart]

Promare fanart created in 2020. I was made into a print briefly.

[srbigodes]

ANDROID - FORTIAS SAGA RPG GACHA ESTILO IDLE + TIER LIST

link do jogo

https://pnogatotv.blogspot.com/2024/12/android-fortias-saga-rpg-gacha-estilo.html

[menubot]

Chateauneuf-du-Pape (Chateau Fortia) 1970, FF56.00, Taillevent (1977) http://menus.nypl.org/menus/27004

[dualanya]

more character art, and i am now caught up in all my recent artwork that i’ve made

[jackhkeynes]

lastumnesc "haggard"

lastumnesc /ˌla.stɪmˈnɛx/ [ˌla.stɪmˈnɛç]

haggard, drawn, stressed, appearing unwell or worried;

weary, exhausted, tired, suffering from a lack of sleep;

dilapidated, ramshackle, bedraggled, in poor condition

Etymology: fifteenth century, adjectival derivation from noun lastumn "exhaustion, weariness, stress". This is either a secondary derivation in the Old Borlish period from adjective las "tired, faint, spent" from synonymous lassus in Latin, or else a direct descendant of the Latin noun lassitūdō "faintness, weariness". In its use for things other than people the word is attested from the eighteenth century.

Il ayen heu lastumnesc, com ig il n'ayen for pog dormið. /ɪl ɛˈjɛn haw ˌla.stɪmˈnɛx | kɔm aj ɪl nɛˈjɛn fɔr pɔj dɔrˈmɪθ/ [ɪl ɪˈʝɛn haw ˌla.stɪmˈnɛç | kɔm aj ɪl nɪˈʝɛn fɔː pɔj dʊːˈmɪh] 3p have-ipf-3p look weary | as cmp 3p ng=have-ipf-3p only few sleep-p.pst They looked haggard, as though they hadn't slept much.

çoir "gym"

çoir /tsɔjr/ [ˈtsɔ.jɐ]

gym, gymnasium, a sports facility specialised for solo physical exercise

Etymology: early twentieth century, clipping of earlier forçoir "gymnasium, fitness suite". This is a derivative of forç "strength, power" < Medieval Latin fortia "force, violence" with the suffix -oir denoting location (or occasionally tools) < synonymous -tōrium in Latin.

Surcay nos condoceu an çoir parey. /sɪrˈke nɔz ˌkɔn.doˈtsaw an tsojr paˈri/ [sɪːˈke nɔz ˌkɔn.dʊˈdzaw an ˈtsɔ.jɐ pɐˈʀi] end.up 1p train-1p at-indf gym same It turns out we go to the same gym.

pounçar "flirt"

pounçar /punˈtsar/ [pʊnˈdzɐː]

abrade, exfoliate, to use pumice stone to smooth or clean;

(archaic) snog, neck, make out, to kiss passionately;

charm, coax, flatter, to use one's words and manner to persuade or seduce someone;

flirt, woo, to play at courtship or seduction

Etymology: originally in the first sense, a verbal derivation from pounç "pumice stone", itself via Norman from synonymous pūmex in Latin. In its archaic sense its usage mirrors others slang terms relating rubbing motions to sexual activity. By the mid-nineteenth century the term had weakened to describe flirtatious behaviour.

Fig a pounçar e faç mey garaf poll'oc gat! /faj a punˈtsar e fats mi gaˈraf pɔˈlɔk gat/ [faj a pʊnˈdzɐː‿ʀe fas mi gɐˈʀaf pʊˈlɔ gat] set at flirt-inf and do.sbj 1s.dsj grip for-df=s.px gate Stop flirting and help me with this barrier!

[hellwatermelon]

Keyezua Fortia - Sailing Back to Africa as a Dutch Woman 01, 2017

[toasterdrake]

fanfic writer interview

i wasn't tagged, but i saw a couple floating around and this immediately stuck out to me as something i wanted to fill in myself. complete with my usual ramblings

i've only used fics posted to my ao3, but i have a variety exclusively on tumblr hidden in the depths of this blog. did not feel like battling the search function

~

How many works do you have on AO3?

24

What's your total AO3 word count?

49, 431. oooh, so close to 50K... maybe i should post something soon.

Your top 5 stories by kudos/likes:

1. Two Spoons in a Bowl (Encanto)

2. Two Heartbeats (Encanto)

3. my way through (RWBY, unfinished at 3 chapters)

4. we don't have to fall so fast; take it slow (RWBY, month challenge - 17/30 entries)

5. heavenly view (Stardew Valley)

take it slow was actually my first time posting on ao3, and my encanto fics ended up leading me to my closest friends today, that's nice 🥺

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i do my best to. more often than i'd like i chicken out for fear of managing to say something that comes across as offensive or annoying, but i appreciate every single one.

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

i consider plenty of my writing to contain angst, but i typically end on at least a slim note of hope, so my search for an angsty ending was surprisingly difficult. i would say the most impactful one to qualify is fac fortia et patere, because it ends in the midst of Smaug's beseiging of Lake-Town, with only the omniscient position of knowing key events of AaOT as a whole to promise the characters survive it. (and technically Alphes doesn't without serious injury, so i say it counts).

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

a hard choice, because unless it's complete unhindered fluff, my fics usually end with breathing room. hope, and achievement of a goal, but not quite bliss. in that light i say sunkissed, because it exists purely to be sweet romance between an adoring couple that achieve their mutual goal of a perfect first kiss. and if that's not happy, i don't know what is 😁

Do you write crossovers?

write, not yet. think about and plan, often enough. usually RWBY or Pokémon, as both have been with me since i was single-digits old. Inheritance Cycle has definitely crossed my mind at least twice as well. oh, and even Power Rangers!

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

hm, not that i recall. most of what i write is very niche so there's not a very high ratio of nice readers to spiteful ones. if you click on one of my fics, it's because you want to read it.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

privately. never say never, but i can't imagine it ever seeing the light of day, and i'm happy that way.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i'm aware, nor do i ever expect it to happen as again most are very niche. however, i do have my fics locked to account-holders only nowadays to prevent bot scrubbing to train AI. they don't discriminate.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

no, but i'd like to one day be fluent enough in something to translate it myself.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

i've beta'd a few, but not yet had the pleasure to co-write. the only people i've encountered who i knew were open to it, i didn't feel our styles would mesh well. but i'm definitely willing with the right match!

What's your all-time favorite ship?

over the past few years i've noticed a decline in the intensity of my interest in ships. i'll always stand tall as a whiterose truther, though 🫡 until the end.

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

i like to think i'll eventually scrape together conclusions for all of them. there's probably a number floating around from old fandoms, but there's always the potential to rekindle an interest. the path of life is a mystery.

What are your writing strengths?

dialogue, and environment descriptions. dialogue has always come easier to me than what i've heard from other writers, and is often the first step i need to take to break the ice on a blank page. but i thrive just as much in the quiet moments where dialogue drops away and the world is left to speak.

What are your writing weaknesses?

...um, actually finishing things 😅 i really need to learn my lesson that as many times as i try, multi-chapter/long-form fics don't work for me. i am a oneshot guy through and through. it's an achievement just to drag myself over that finish line. i like writing, i promise, i just... lose motivation rather quickly. hand in hand with that, it takes a long time to actually finish fics.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

i love writing it and reading it!!! big fan!!! i try to dial it back because i'm conscious it can make fics harder to read and turn off someone who might otherwise like my writing, though. for all the small lexicons i add to make it accessible, it isn't easy to disrupt the flow to inform. i have to remind myself that my happiness to persevere isn't always shared. that said, i can rarely resist sneaking a few words in, especially terms of endearment or curses in a character's native language.

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

Inheritance Cycle, a book series by Christopher Paolini. i can't tell you how instrumental it was in creating the person i am today. i know when i was young i wrote something for it, but i've since tried to dig it up and it's long gone. i have vague memories of what it was about, so i'd like to give it another shot someday.

What's your favorite fic you've written?

ad meloria, without a doubt. i consider it my current magnum opus. it was the culmination and payoff of so much within AaOT, and i think sums up my identity as a writer pretty well.

~

i imagine pretty much every writer i know enough to be brave and tag already has been, so i leave this open to you, dear reader, should the whim strike you!

[dayasan]

📷 Magna Fortia en route to Cartanica, Succarpe

The silence made the room so full that there was no space for words to fit

[crashstanding]

Since i mentioned my beloved OC that is nearly TWENTY REAL LIFE YEARS OLD, I am going to repost some art of him. Teehee <3

Oldest to newest of what I wont cringe to repost

Bonus: Sketch I wanna finish

[dionysus-complex]

henceforth translating et facere et pati fortia Romanum est as "it's Roman both to give it and take it bravely"

[hela-fortia]

You remind me of the color crimson! :D

Just thought I’d let you know that

Also your username is “hela” cool (haha get it?)

What’s the backstory behind it?

Awww, you have the same vibes of pastel colours :]

Well, hela fortia (I get it 😂) is my pen name. I came up with this name during my greek, norse mythology phase. I like Hela's powers and I like watching fire (fortia=fire in Greek) so hela fortia

Also thanks for being nice, you were literally my first follower on Tumblr, made me feel welcomed. Cool beans :]

[treeofliferpg]

Ideas de rol: Hechizos

Recordamos que el siguiente texto no ha sido redactado por el staff de ToL, solo lo hemos traducido para que pueda llegar a más personas. La autoría pertenece a @goodbyedearfriends. Su tumblr está desactivado, pero podéis leer el post original en nuestro tumblr bajo la etiqueta "idioma original".

ab intra - desde dentro

ab origine - de la fuente

absit iniuria - “que el insulto esté ausente”

absit invidia - “que la envidia esté ausente”

absit omen - “que el presagio esté ausente”

ab uno disce omnes - de uno, aprenden todos

abyssus abyssum invocat - el abismo llama al abismo

a capite ad calcem - de pies a cabeza

acta non verba - acciones, no palabras

ad altiora tendo - “Me esfuerzo por cosas más altas”

ad astra - a las estrellas

ad fontes - a las fuentes

ad meliora - hacia mejores cosas

ad oculos - a los ojos

ad undas - a las olas

ad victoriam - a la victoria

adsum - Estoy aquí

a fortiori - desde la fuerza/fortaleza

a mari usque ad mare - de mar a mar

audeamus - atrevamonos

audentes fortuna iuvat - la fortuna favorece a los valientes

audi, vide, tace - escuchar, ver, callar

beatae memoriae - una memoria bendita

bona fide - de buena fe

bono malum superate - vence al mal con el bien

capax infiniti - sosteniendo el infinito

carpe diem - aprovecha el día

carpe noctem - aprovecha la noche

cave - cuidado

ceteris paribus - todas las cosas son iguales

circa - alrededor

citius, altius, fortius - más rápido, más alto, más fuerte

clavis aurea - llave dorada

cogito ergo sum - Pienso, luego existo

compos mentis - en control de la mente

concilio et labore - con sabiduría y esfuerzo

concordia cum veritate - en armonía con la verdad

concordia salus - bienestar a través de la armonía

coniunctis viribus - con fuerza conectada

consummatum est - estar/está completo

corruptus in extremis - corrupto al extremo

crescit eundo - crece a medida que avanza

de novo - de/desde lo nuevo

de profundis - de/desde lo profundo/profundidades

dies irae - días de ira

dona nobis pacem - danos paz

ego te provoco - te desafío

esse est percipi - ser en lugar de parecer

esse quam videri - ser es ser percibido

esto quod es - ser lo que eres

ex animo - desde el alma

ex luna scientia - de la luna, conocimiento

ex scientia tridens - del conocimiento, poder

ex silentio - de/desde el silencio

ex undis - de/desde las olas del mar

experientia docet - la experiencia enseña

fac et spera - hazlo y espera

fac fortia et patere - haz un acto valiente y aguanta

faciam quodlibet quod necesse est - haz lo que sea necesario

faciam ut mei memineris - Te haré recordar

facta, non verba - hechos no palabras

fortis et liber - fuerte y libre

fortis in arduis - fuerte en las dificultades

gloriosus et liber - glorioso y libre

hic abundant leones - aquí abundan los leones

hic et nunc - aquí y ahora

hic sunt dracones - aquí hay dragones

hinc illae lacrimae - por eso las lágrimas

hinc itur ad astra - desde aquí el camino conduce a las estrellas

igni ferroque - con fuego y hierro

in memoriam - en la memoria

in nocte consilium - el consejo llega de la noche a la mañana

libra - balance

littera scripta manet - las palabras escritas perduran

locus standi - derecho a estar en pie

luceo non uro - Brilla, no te quemes

luctor et emergo - lucho y emerjo

mare liberum - mar libre

memento vivere - recuerda vivir

more ferarum - como bestias

natura non contristatur - la naturaleza no se entristece

nec spe, nec metu - sin esperanza, sin miedo

noli me tangere - no me toques

ophidia in herba - una serpiente en la hierba

pro se - por uno mismo

propria manu - por la propia mano

quaere - buscar

quod abundat non obstat - lo que es abundante no obstaculiza

resurgam - me levantaré

semper ad meliora - siempre hacia cosas mejores

semper anticus - siempre adelante

semper apertus - siempre abierto

semper fortis - siempre valiente

semper liber - siempre libre

stet - dejaló descansar

tuebor - protegeré

vera causa - causa justa/verdadera

[acornsandoaktrees]

LOTRweek Day 3:

fear | courage | adventure

fac fortia et patere (do brave deeds and endure)

Following in old footsteps, Tauriel and Alphes leave home for the Lonely Mountain in order to face the world.

>---|-

Nimble, Thalanes hopped from a low twisted bough of the tree to where the shrubbery reduced suddenly into stone. Crouching by the border, she stared through a thin bush at the stretching blue ahead.

Thranduil joined her in a scrambling hurry. "What is it?"

"There's a boat out there."

At least, that's what she imagined the brown blur bobbing faraway on the glittering water to be. Thranduil's pale eyes brightened when he caught sight of it as well.

"Yes, I see the sail!"

"The what?"

Thranduil blinked at her. "The... big canvas that catches wind and pushes the boat."

"Oh," she shrugged. "There must be someone onboard, right?"

"...Well, yes."

Thalanes stood. "I'm going to go and meet them."

"What?!" Thranduil yanked her back by the flare of her shirt sleeve when she made to step out from behind the bush. "Thalanes, you cannot!"

Tearing her arm free, Thalanes bared her teeth at him. "Then stop me, Prince."

She stepped out from the shade of the forest into the sun. Grass found no seed in bleached stone, trees bent by a biting wind that dashed up from the surface of the lake. It tossed Thalanes' hair, golden tapestry waving about her face.

"Thalanes, turn back," Thranduil hissed, hiding still behind the bush in the canopy's shadow.

"But aren't you curious?" Thalanes took a step further. Moss faded into patches.

Even if he was, Thranduil wouldn't move. "We are not allowed out here. We will get in trouble."

Turning lazily on her heel to face him, Thalanes made sure he saw the exaggerated roll of her eyes. 

"Where is your bravery, Prince? Future slayer of dragons?" She goaded him.

Thranduil's face paled then went red as fire to the tips of his ears. He drew soil into tight fists.

"Fine. But I am not defending you when my adar finds us."

"Works for me."

Grinning, Thalanes stuck her tongue out at him when he reached her, walking as if burrs would appear beneath his feet any second. She slung an arm over his shoulder, leaning her weight onto him so that he stumbled and yelped.

Constantly eyeing suspicious rock formations -- for they were exposed out here beyond the trees -- Thranduil followed Thalanes' leading steps. Crossing from soft marshlands to damp duned stones, they came in due time to the edge of water, where the land sloped suddenly down and beneath the reeds. 

Covering her silvery eyes from the sun's glare, Thalanes peered out at the boat. Bravely, it was quite close to the lakeshore, keeping to slow currents following the curve of the land.

Suddenly, Thalanes waved her arms; a wild thing. Furled sail snapping at its constraints in a warm stirring wind, the boat began to turn and grow closer.

Yanking her arms down, Thranduil cried, "What do you think you are doing? Is it not enough to look?"

"No," Thalanes said, her eyes bright and fixed.

Fishing nets hung from the boat's rigging, ripe for the catch. Its hull rippled beneath the clear water with encrusted glossy barnacles, wide oars breaking the surface of the lake with great force.

Curling into himself, Thranduil shrunk away. He bent and gathered a large pointed rock in his hand, hiding it behind his back. Young elves did not carry knives, for they were not to stray from the forest, and never to meet the monstrous Men of stories. 

Standing as close as she could to the edge, Thalanes ignored him and watched the boat's approach with fatal interest.

Oars stilled, and a dark head crowned by a fraying woolen hat appeared over the stern.

"Who goes there?" A rough voice called. Sunken coal eyes widened as the fisherman took in the creatures before him. "Yeer elf children!" He gaped.

"Obviously," Thalanes said in his Westron.

The fisherman appeared surprised that she could utter any sound at all. Thranduil's grip tightened on his rock.

"Well, what brings ye to me shore? I ain't never known no elf dare wander out this far from yeer trees."

Thalanes cocked her head. "Not in your lifetime. We wanted to meet a Man."

"'We' is an exaggeration," Thranduil grumbled under his breath beside her.

"And it's our shore, anyway," She added.

The fisherman scoffed and spat over the lip of his boat into the water. It sank with a meek plop. "What would ye children know o' matters o' whose land is whose?"

"We are not unlearned savages." Thranduil spoke up, bristling.

Turning his coal gaze on the princeling, the fisherman looked him up and down with distain. "You don' look much learned to me."

Spiteful, Thranduil bared flat white teeth. Appreciative of his effort, Thalanes in turn pushed a hiss through her long canines. 

The fisherman recoiled like a Man confronted by beasts. Fear ignited her nose.

"Bah!" He cried, casting about his arms in order to shoo them, "Turn back to yer forest. Th' world o' men ain't for ye!"

Ready to trade rounds of scathing insults, Thalanes opened her mouth, but Thranduil dragged her away by her arm before any sound could leave her.

"You're an ugly Man!" Thalanes spat over her shoulder, then they sprinted for the forest's edge.

>---|-

Nimble, Tauriel hopped from a low twisted bough of the tree to where the shrubbery reduced suddenly into stone. Wasting no time, she moved lightly, leaving the forest and following the river. 

When she paused at the bloodied beginning of the Dwarves' trail, footfalls alerted her to pursuit. Arrows were nocked and bowstrings drawn in a flash.

Halting, Alphes raised her hands in surrender.

"If I were an orc, you would be dead by now." She returned a swan-fletched arrow to her quiver.

Tauriel eyed her warily. "Then how fortunate for me you are not an orc. What are you doing here?"

"Watching your back, obviously."

The speech formulated during her journey through the forest dissipated into vague adoration. Tauriel lowered her bow. 

"Thank you."

Smiling, Alphes shrugged, as if denying her father and King was of no consequence, her decisions to follow of no weight. 

"Well, not even the brave Captain can hunt thirty orcs on her own."

"It seems I am not on my own."

"Never," She promised.

Lump rising in her throat, Tauriel played with the fletching of her arrow. "If I go back, I will never forgive myself--"

"Tauriel." Eyes soft, Alphes stopped her. "I know. I am with you."

Searching for some possible out for the Princess, her mouth worked silently for moment. "Thranduil will not take kindly to his heir leaving her station."

"He is not going anywhere soon. Now, the plan?" Alphes prompted, moving in lithe hops to stand beside her.

Returning her bow and arrow to their proper places, Tauriel sighed and looked back across the lake. "Kill those orcs, then face whatever comes next."

"Mmh. Shall we?" Alphes gestured along the shore to a small quay.

Droplets of Dwarven blood made the trail easy to follow by eye, let alone scent. Constantly eyeing suspicious rock formations -- for they were exposed out here beyond the trees -- Alphes followed Tauriel's leading steps. They moved swiftly to the edge of the water, where the land sloped suddenly down and beneath the reeds. 

Stretching fog was beginning to swamp the lake. The quay was abandoned, though the stench of Dwarf deepened and intermingled with Man. They had garnered passage here.

Alphes kicked a splintered barrel ring. "So how do we cross the lake after them?"

Tauriel scanned what was visible of the waterline. "We follow the shore to the bridge," She said, pointing.

Alphes adopted a sweet tone. "And how do we get to the other side of the river? Or shall we go the long way around?"

Tauriel levelled her with a glare. "Do not mock me."

Throwing up her hands in surrender, Alphes dropped the voice. "As you command, Captain."

Frowning, Tauriel set her hands on her hips. "If you're going to complain the whole way, why are you even here?"

"Someone needs to defend our home. Evidently, it must be us." Alphes pointed a little ways upstream to a lone bowed tree breaking through moss and stone on the opposite riverbank. "Look, that branch extends over the river. Do you think we can make the jump?"

Caught between two answers, Tauriel fumbled. "Um, yes, it looks far enough."

"Then let's go."

>---|-

The house was quiet in the aftermath.

Legs shaking as she rose from behind the overturned table, the youngest child breathed fast and shallow. Quickly, the eldest pulled her to her front, arms secure around her sister and eyes aflame.

Accepting Alphes' offered hand, the middle scrambled up from where he had fallen during the fight. His fingernails scratched the fine leather of her bracer until he found his footing.

"They wanted Dwarves. Do you?" The eldest asked, guarded.

Tauriel sheathed her daggers in a slow motion that kept her hands visible; not that the children could act faster than she could move if she so chose. Moonlight pooled around her from a rupture in the roof.

"Those orcs were our prey. We must follow the rest."

Eyeing Tauriel, the eldest steered her sister behind her coat. The middle stood beside them, slightly rising into his toes.

"The Dwarves aren't here. They left for the mountain this morning," The eldest said, then cast a look around the house. "Those orcs would've killed us just for being here, if not for you both."

Alphes yanked her arrows from the stilled bodies of orcs bloodying the house. "Children shouldn't be caught in this fight."

Following her movements, the eldest's gaze dropped to the bodies, weapons slack in deadened grips. Weeping lacerations that had been their end were clean, precise. Black blood soaked fast into the grains of old wood to rot. 

Steel rung under a hammer strike in her eyes. "You should stop them."

Tauriel moved to the doorway. The night was clear, earlier fog long since shifted. The mountain was a dark shadowed shape across the lake. Redness lit the seams of its great doors.

Appearing at her side with a full quiver, Alphes caught her hand. "Dwarven lives are not our responsibility."

"No," Tauriel sighed, "It is the dragon they have woken that scares me."

Alphes followed her gaze, then glanced back into the house. "Do we hunt?" 

This was her choice to make. Devout, Alphes would obey her call. After all, she was a soldier of the Guard, and Tauriel her Captain.

Tauriel looked over her shoulder at the huddled children. If she understood one thing, it was that what is most important must be prioritised and kept safe.

"No." She looked back at Alphes, and locked their fingers. "We protect. The Dwarves, the dragon, are out of our hands."

"But the Men are innocent in this," Alphes filled in. Tauriel nodded.

A ring of scraping metal sung behind them. "The Master won't listen to you," The eldest child chipped in. 

She had been listening, and now held a pikehook in a passable grip. Her brother stumbled under the weight of an Orcish sword, unable to raise its tip from the floor.

A roar shook sky and earth and water.

"He will listen to that."

"Time to go," Alphes said, taking the sword from the boy and discarding it.

Herded down the stairs to the little boat fighting its rope tie in unsettled water, the eldest insisted on keeping the pikehook, laying it lengthwise across the hull. The youngest tucked into her brother's arms and screamed when dragon fire lit buildings across the canal, taking to flame like matchsticks.

The two elves exchanged a glance. Tauriel cast off the rope, and Alphes plunged oars into glowing water.