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engelsindleuchtfeuer · 2 months ago

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Walking through the picturesque streets of Cardinal Hill, you find Ludwig Engel, the 31 year old mechanic at Romano’s originally from Dresden, Saxony, Germany. Living alongside them in such a small town, you know that they're compassionate and , but what you might not know is that they are a human, and that they’re hiding something… ― Max Riemelt, bisexual, male, and he/him.

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Name: Ludwig Johann Engel

Alias: Lud, Luddy, Ludo, Lutz

Gender/Pronouns: Male, He/Him

Age: 31

Birthdate: 11/15/1959

Big Three: Scorpio, Taurus, Capricorn

Occupation: mechanic at Romano's and part time boxing coach

Height: 5’11”

Hometown: Dresden, Saxony, Germany

Family: late mother (Greta Engel), father (Johann Engel), late older brother (Gunther Engel), younger sister (Katrin Engel), youngest sister (Anna Maria Engel),

Friends: N/A

Relationship Status: single

Sexuality: bisexual (I couldn't have a max muse and not make him bisexual let's be real)

Other Relationships: Sabine Nachreiner (his childhood best friend and his first love, though it was thought to be unrequited for most of his life because he was too afraid to ruin their friendship.)

Character Inspiration: Joey Tribianni - Friends, He's a Samantha, Troy Barnes - Community,

TW: war, communist germany*, multiple character death, suicide, bombs, DAMN

Ludwig Johann Engel was born into a very modest family in Dresden. A city that is marked by beautiful architecture and rich history. He is a middle child of four children. Gunther, Ludwig, Katrin and Anna Maria who was born when he was 12. His father, Johann, worked at the port as a marine mechanic. His mother, Greta was a teacher. They taught their children loyalty, intelligence, hard work and the importance of family. Ludwig was very bright. Curious and very eager to learn. He excelled greatly in school. Particularly in subjects like literature and history. He found a lot of comfort in stories about heroes and adventure. Being the youngest of the two sons, he really idolized his older brother Gunther. Ludwig was a spirited child and he practically shadowed everything Gunther did. From soccer to exploring the Elbe river; they spent countless hours together. Making their own fun because they were not allowed a lot of the forms of entertainment that were available on the West side of the Berlin Wall. These moments had really fostered in him an appreciation for nature. And a longing for freedom that would become so significant to him later. Gunther wasn't just a brother, but a friend and mentor; teaching him things like how to ride a bike and the complexities of growing up.

Gunther had introduced young Ludwig to the world of underground boxing, which he instantly fell in love with. It became an outlet for his own emotions; a way to channel his frustrations into something much more productive. Because of this he developed a strong sense of camaraderie and discipline. They were the best of friends and nothing could pull them apart. Or at least that's what they thought. That's what everyone thought.

But the Cold War was intensifying fast -- the allure of fighting for freedom and against the grips of communism was becoming too strong for Gunther. So he enlisted in the Bundeswahr. Ludwig felt admiration for his brother but also fear, grappling with the risks his brother faced. His mother, Greta, was nurturing and supportive during these times but she really struggled with the weight of expectations after her eldest son joined the military. She wanted to shield her sons from the uncertainties of the world but it was becoming increasingly hard to do so. Father Johann was almost the opposite, seemingly trying to avoid the topic of war as much as he could. He remained pragmatic and stoic, an attempt to maintain some normalcy, continuing to work tirelessly to provide for his family.

Ludwig, who was now growing into a man and not a boy, struggled with the weight of expectations. He desperately wanted to make his family proud, especially after Gunther's enlistment. The pressures of adulthood impending were incredibly daunting. He felt extremely lost and he grappled with attempting to live up to Gunther's legacy while also trying to make an identity for himself.

And then tragedy struck. Gunther was killed in action. A military operation gone wrong. The loss of his only brother completely shattered his world. He was consumed with grief and guilt. He tried so hard to truly understand his brother's life and sacrifice. Struggling to cope, he became withdrawn. Ludwig felt that no one, not even his parents, could understand the true depth of his loss.

After Gunther's death, Ludwig's world turned upside down and then sideways. He was in a deep state of grief and he felt completely disconnected from everyone. His family, friends and his community. The loss had created a huge hole and a rift in their modest and picture perfect family dynamic. Greta became increasingly withdrawn and her worry for Ludwig was undeniably palpable. She couldn't take the loss of her first son and the metaphorical loss of her second, so she succumbed to her own demons and took her own life. Johann focused on his work in hopes of providing stability amid the chaos and distracting himself from the loss of his wife and son. The warmth of their family dinners grew ice cold, now filled to the brim with silence and unspoken emotions.

The Cold War continued to wreak its havoc and Ludwig really felt a strong pull towards the military. Inspired by the stories of valor his brother often wrote to him about. He yearned to embody the bravery and strength he had admired in his brother. In a moment of sheer desperation, Ludwig [REDACTED]. The act of this was not only a means to escape his own life but also attempt to find closure and walk in Gunther's footsteps. To feel the connection that had so abruptly been severed.

When Ludwig enlisted in the Bundeswahr he found himself thrusted into a world of harsh trainings and the stark realities of life in the military. The discipline and physicality of military training really appealed to his background in boxing and allowed him to connect with fellow soldiers. Unfortunately he did also encounter the dark aspects of military life; looming threats of conflict and destruction, the pressures to conform and the emotional toll of being away from his father and his little sisters.

His service was riddled with a growing awareness of the complexities of war. He initially saw it as a way to prove himself and honor his late brother but he quickly realized the gravity of his decision. His friendships with his squadmates became a deep well of strength for Ludwig but it did become a vulnerability for him. Forming deep connections with the men who faced the horrors with him. It was during a harrowing mission that he experienced yet another tragic event. Shattering his already fragile state of mind. His squad had encountered a field of landmines and he was one of the only survivors. He's haunted by that day, filled with grief and especially guilt over the lives that were lost. It pushed him into a state of despair, struggling with night terrors and isolation. His mental health quickly deteriorrted and he found it progressively harder to reconcile his own sense of duty following what he had witnessed. Long standing heroic ideals were suddenly replaced with actual reality. One that left him questioning his purpose and even his identity. A path that was once full of honor and strength became a prison in his own mind. Memories he could never escape.

Just as hastily as he had [REDACTED] he went and [REDACTED] at the first opportunity he could.

In the wake of all of these struggles, he looked for a fresh start. One where he didn't have memories haunting him on every corner he looked. He thought back on stories told to him by his childhood best friend, Sabine, about Cardinal Hill, Washington -- where her mother was from. A picturesque town that now felt like a nirvana. Far away from the turmoil in his life in Germany. It was comforting and daunting, symbolizing a chance to escape. Both his grief and the expectations he was constantly placing on his own shoulders. It represented a life where he could seek healing, live a simple and small life. But most importantly -- to rediscover parts of him that he had lost.

However, upon arriving to Cardinal Hill, he was met with another harsh reality. One of Sabine’s death. She had passed while he was serving. Stricken once more by grief, he stumbled upon a letter she had written confessing her own love for him. It hurt him greatly; reigningting feelings of regret and sorrow. With Gunther, he let fear hold him back from embracing a love that he could have had. All of these things created a raging storm within him. Forcing him to confront his demons.

Now, in Cardinal Hill, he has made the choice to confront his past head on and stop hiding from his feelings. It's a prison but also a refuge, sweet memories of Sabine reminding him of what he had lost. He tries to face the challenges of reconciling his grief. Hoping for redemption and healing in a town that gives him so many opportunities for growth.

Additional Information and Headcannons:

Ludwig attended the Friedrich Engels Military Academy in Dresden from the time he was 12 until he was 14 years old. It was supported by the Communist party of Germany and they indoctrinated heavily. Convincing students that the West side of German was terrible and that the East was the best. The Friedrich Engels Military Academy closed in 1990 following the fall of the Berlin Wall.

Ludwig has been really enjoying exploring the natural beauty of Cardinal Hill and often times with take pictures of the landscapes and wildlife.

He occasionally volunteers at the local gym to coach kids in boxing and offer free self defense classes. It gives him a way to channel his love for boxing and connecting with the community.

Ludwig has a secret love for poetry and classic literature. He always carries a worn out copy of Rainier Maria Rilke poems in his bag.

He has a small tattoo of a boxing glove and a star on his wrist in homage to his brother and their shared interest in boxing.

Ironically he also has an extremely big fear of heights. He struggles to climb tall structures and even looking down from high buildings which makes him extremely frustrated sometimes.

Ludwig has a passion for coffee and enjoys many different brewing methods at home. He will often times visit the local cafe to try different blends and shoot the shit with the baristas. He also will sometimes engage in deep conversations with strangers there. Discussing philosophy and the human condition, finding solace in hearing the thoughts of others.

Ludwig loves language and is always trying to improve his English speaking skills. He finds it very rewarding but also challenging with all the nuance he keeps uncovering. He practices by watching a lot of American media with the subtitles and without subtitles when he's feeling a challenge. (He also really enjoys American TV shows because the only TV shows they had in Eastern Germany were ones allowed by the communist party so there weren't many good ones to choose from.)

Television isn't the only media he likes in America - he also is quite fond of the music. He has a small collection of vinyl records. Mostly classic rock and folk music. He also is known to belt out classic rock anthems during karaoke nights. Which he is a big fan of.

He's a mechanic now because he started as a mechanic in the military but he's also kind of a gadget guy. He's fascinated with technology -- and enjoys tinkering with old electronics. Whether that means trying to repair them or repurpose them depends on many of his own factors. It gives him a sense of accomplishment when he can make something hum to life.

Ludwig has a pet bunny named Otto, whom he finds very calming. He enjoys to care for him and often talks to him as a way to process his thoughts without feeling crazy.

*the views I’ve written in this biography do not express my view of communism as a whole. as a german student of 12 years however, I am glad East Germans are able to now live in freedom and I recognize the hardships they faced during those times and me writing about them is not me trying to trivialize or romanticize it. Love y’all bye That being said, I’m a jelly donut. (I hope someone gets that jfk reference).

#cardinalintro #der wandernde soldat ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚#I haven't proofread this yet

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beardedmrbean · 1 year ago

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A German politician has been arrested for allegedly displaying Nazi symbols, after "Sieg Heil" was regularly heard coming from the headquarters of a fraternity to which he belongs.

Daniel Halemba, 22, of the Alternative for Germany (AfD), was elected to the Bavarian parliament earlier this month.

Police raided the premises of the Teutonia Prag student fraternity and found a number of Nazi symbols.

Mr Halemba was arrested hours before he was due to gain immunity as an MP.

He is one of 32 AfD members elected in the far-right party's best-ever election result in Bavaria, where it is now the largest opposition party in the state.

Police in Würzburg last month raided the premises of Mr Halemba's fraternity after neighbours complained of hearing shouts of "Sieg Heil" from inside.

Officers said they had confiscated banned material and that the raid "confirmed the allegations [made by neighbours]".

The phrase was a key Nazi slogan and is banned in Germany.

Police issued an arrest warrant on Friday and Mr Halemba was tracked down near Stuttgart, in the state of Baden-Württemberg, on Monday morning.

Prosecutors told the BBC they considered Mr Halemba a flight risk, as he had been on the run since 26 October.

He is under investigation on suspicion of sedition and possessing banned symbols. In Germany, Nazi iconography is outlawed.

Authorities also accuse him of collusion or suppression of evidence, as he was trying to influence other members of the fraternity to change their statements.

"They want to arrest me... using a totally lawless arrest warrant," Mr Halemba said in a video posted to social media before his arrest.

His lawyer, Dubravko Mandic, said the allegations against his client had "no truth".

Katrin Ebner-Steiner, the leader of the AfD in the Bavarian parliament, denounced what she termed a "politically motivated" prosecution.

The AfD has enjoyed record election results in recent months.

The anti-immigration party came third in this month's Bavarian election and second in the eastern state of Hesse.

The party now regularly polls second nationwide. Germany's next federal election is due in 2025.

#nunyas news #don't y'all have bigger things #to worry about there

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college-girl199328 · 2 years ago

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British Columbia's New Democrat government has been tackling some of the province's fundamental deficits in recent months by spending billions of surplus dollars, says Premier David Eby.

But while lean economic times are on the horizon, Eby said the budget the government tables Tuesday will continue investing in health care, housing, and affordability.

The government's recent throne speech acknowledged the projected $5.7 billion surplus from last year's budget won't be there this time around but pledged "record new investments'' in health care and housing for middle-class families.

"Putting resources when we can do that now is critical,'' Eby said. "There are people who say that we shouldn't be doing that, that now's the time to pull back.''

Eby, sworn in late last year to replace former premier John Horgan, said the budget introduced by Finance Minister Katrine Conroy will put people first.

"Maybe we shouldn't be putting resources into disaster prevention,'' he said. We shouldn't be putting resources into investing in municipal infrastructure for fast-growing communities."

Since taking office, Eby has introduced initiatives amounting to $2 billion in affordability measures, $1 billion toward municipal infrastructure projects, and $500 million toward protecting rental housing.

B.C.'s economy is one of the strongest in Canada and the government will continue to invest in areas that help people despite the prospect of a reduced surplus, Eby said.

"Our government believes that there are other deficits, other than just fiscal when we are talking about the future of the province."

Eby said government programs to help build recreation centers, and paved roads, and upgrade sewer systems also address local deficits.

"Making sure we are putting the resources into our communities to make them stronger helps pay off those deficits that were accumulated over many, many years," he said.

The premier sidestepped reports that the government would soon introduce a $1 billion mental health and addiction treatment program. He said helping vulnerable people get opportunities to restart their lives has always been a top priority.

Opposition Liberal Leader Kevin Falcon said the government was spending too much money in too many areas. He said he expected that to continue in the upcoming budget without a strategic overview or focus on results.

"I don't mind spending more money on programs, but it's got to be tied to improving results,'' he said. "Not just making announcements and spending money willy-nilly.''

B.C. has the poorest housing statistics in North America, the highest fuel prices on the continent, the highest rents in Canada, and the poorest health results in the country, Falcon added.

He said he would look to see if the budget increases access to family doctors, improves wait times at walk-in clinics, and ensures people are safe in their communities.

"Those are the kinds of measurements that we would like to see improvement in, where four people a day are being attacked by random strangers in Vancouver,'' Falcon said.

B.C.'s Green Party has recently called for a tax break to help businesses shift to a four-day workweek pilot project.

The Greens also called for an increase in disability rates to above the poverty line, and for psychologist fees to be covered by the medical services plan.

Last year, the budget was forecast to post a $5.5 billion deficit. However, a faster-than-expected economic recovery and better natural resource revenues created a significant turnaround to a nearly $6 billion surplus.

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scotianostra · 2 years ago

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On October 14th 1859 the new water supply to Glasgow from Loch Katrine was opened.

By the 1840s Glasgow was a rapidly growing city. It had certainly outgrown its water supply – most of it still came from an 1807 scheme using the river Clyde as a source. But the quality of water from the Clyde was declining and outbreaks of cholera were common.

Glasgow council turned to water engineer John Frederick Bateman for a solution. Bateman was already famous for designing Manchester's water supply system. He suggested raising the level of Loch Katrine, an 8 mile long freshwater loch in the Scottish Highlands, to provide an abundant supply of water to the city.

Although there was some opposition – there were fears that damming Loch Katrine could reduce water levels in the nearby river Forth – Bateman's plan was backed by renowned engineers Robert Stephenson and Isambard Kingdom Brunel.

Glasgow council approved the scheme and construction began in 1855. The ambitious project included reservoirs, nearly 26 miles of aqueduct, 13 miles of hard rock tunnels and almost 4 miles of iron pipes.

Bateman's Loch Katrine scheme brought an unlimited supply of fresh water to the city. Cases of cholera dropped significantly.

The project also played a large part in the urbanisation of Glasgow and helped develop an infrastructure for what would become one of the UK's leading cities.

Bateman's plan was to raise the level of Loch Katrine 1.2m by building a dam. Gravity and an aqueduct would then transport water from the loch to Glasgow. The aqueduct was built in two parts.

The first 41.5km stretch ran from Loch Katrine to Mugdock reservoir with engineers adapting the route to its surroundings.

A challenging landscape saw an initial 14.5km of aqueduct followed by 21km of tunnel dug through hard rock near Ben Lomond. The final 6km of this first stretch carried the water across bridges built over river valleys.

The second stretch of the aqueduct saw Bateman and his team laying 13km of twin cast iron pipes from Mugdock reservoir to Glasgow.

Bateman built 25 iron and masonry aqueduct bridges up to 24m high along the route. He used cast iron siphon pipes to carry the water, with a fall of 947mm per km (1 in 1,056).

The scheme was one of the biggest ever at the time with over 3,000 people working on it.

Queen Victoria officially inaugurated the Loch Katrine scheme on 14 October 1859. The monarch opened a sluice to allow water from the loch to flow into the aqueduct.

Bateman's network still delivers up to 230m litres of water a day to Glasgow.

#Scotland #scottish #scottish water #infrastructure #water supply #history

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etxrnaleclipse · 2 years ago

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Katrine nodded when he mentioned about their opposition's beliefs working in his favour. He was right. If this man thought that Joe would be an easy catch, someone who wouldn't stand as much of a chance as his father had, then he had another thing coming. Joe may not have been his father, but he was a smart and resourceful man, that much was clear. The fact that this agent saw it any differently only would work for them in the right ways.

"I think that's certainly an offer that I can consider..." she replied, pleased that he was not outright turning her down. She knew that there was a degree of compromise in this kind of work. The line she walked was very thin, and if she pissed off the wrong client, her protection from the dangers of this world would fizzle out and leave her vulnerable. She had made many enemies, and it was only through having more powerful and dangerous friends that she continued to succeed. But when Joe mentioned the idea of considering a more permanent position with their little empire, she raised an eyebrow. "You've certainly got my attention, Mr Montenegro."

Joe smiled to himself at the mention of his father being respectful. Uriah had always respected women greatly, if only his father was equally respectful to homosexuals. He loved his father, and it was always good to hear when people said nice things about him. It had been just Joe and his father, Uriah, since his mother's murder by a rival mob. Joe had only been fifteen when they lost her, he'd stepped up and become more involved in the family business after that. He'd got his hands dirty and was known for being merciless. The Montenegro's owned the drug game on the east coast, if anyone popped up and started to threaten it, even the lowest-level dealer, Joe and his enforcers would find them and end them. He'd shadowed his father through meetings and negotiations ever since they lost his mother, still, people were used to seeing him being a bad thing. To the public eye, however, people saw him an a little rich boy whose father provided everything and he made sure to keep that cover.

Joe chuckled, "Exactly, it's in my favor to be underestimated though," he pointed out then sipped his own drink. "How do you feel about five grand more now and then another five grand after he drops the investigation?" he offered. She was direct and he always liked that. "And then maybe we can talk about having you around more," Joe added. "You've always worked well with us and now, maybe there's a more permanent place for you with us."

#aquamanandfriends #aquamanandfriends || joseph montenegro #katrine arthur || threads

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themandadlorianbod · 4 years ago

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You actually do when you keep dwelling on it. You did the same with paco then it was katrin then you moved on to maria now it's sebastiano.

how the fuck does addressing EVERYONE there are new rumors about (even when I strongly don’t believe it is a possibility, like at least one person you mentioned??) mean I am saying any of it is true. LOL. it’s the opposite. 🙄

honestly SM is the only person since I’ve been following P that I think he could actually be *with* with.

#ask me anything 💜

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k-s-morgan · 1 year ago

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Hi Katrin,

Hope you're doing well!

The sentence you shared for the last line tag challenge interested me. Depending on the context, which I am assuming relates to the other boy, I can imagine Ciel's face becoming animated with fury at the suggestion that Sebastian would "let him" win anything he didn't rip out of Sebastian's hands with a gleeful smirk after creating a brilliant strategy to ensure victory (in most cases, anyway).

Meanwhile, deep down he would likely feel satisfied that Sebastian went out of his way to apologise, they're both too competitive to give up victory for the other's benefit. Wonder if Sebastian will resent the strength of his attachment, if he still remembers the Attachment 101 talk Ciel gave him after their Teachers Game.

Anyway, feel free to correct me if this is not the right context (or not, we can find out when the chapter comes out!) . It was fun imagining the scene and what might have stressed out Sebastian enough to suggest this. Maybe it was worry. Worry that he upset Ciel again, this time in a more permanent manner, shifting their dynamic in a direction he does not like.

Another option (although not that likely, is that he knows he Messed Up ™ and demon 2.0 is about to unleash his worst on him. lol.)

(Referencing this sentence:

“If I forfeit my victory,” Sebastian said carefully, “will you be willing to overlook this… transgression?”)

Hi! Oh, I absolutely loved reading your ask, you noticed so many things in this one small moment - everything you said is accurate! It won't surprise you to hear that Ciel's response is, "Who told you that you are going to win?”

This scene indeed relates to the second contract of Sebastian. Ciel is furious beyond belief, and he's offended that Sebastian thought willingly losing to him would please him. Still, a part of him is thrilled because Sebastian is as fiercely competitive as Ciel, like you said. And for him to offer something like this is huge.

This chapter is so fun to write because these two fools undergo so many opposite emotions in a short period of time :D

#my fics #sebaciel #black butler #kuroshitsuji

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mademoisellegush · 6 years ago

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Hypanthium

very NSFW Chargestep, spoilers, just pwp, 3239 words (the alternate title for this was Hamtaro After Dark; kindly beta’d by Katrine)

The small rituals they keep are nice, comforting. Even after everything's changed. Even after revelations, rebirths, reunions. Even after Ortega had found her out and learned (some of) the ugly, ugly secrets kept close to her heart. And truth be told, Solana missed sparring with him. Missed the easy banter, at least.

So here they are, in some nondescript room in her lair (her lair! like some wicked monster out of some B movie), in grey sweats and sportswear.

"I bet you can't last ten minutes." Solana finishes stretching, wincing at the bruising on her thighs from a fight with what's left of the Rangers. With Charge turned villain and Argent freed at last, Herald and Steel are the last major roadblocks on her path. No matter how she feels about it, they can't stand alone for long. "As if you could take me without that armor. You've gotten soft," he grunts, bending down to touch his toes. "You're not puppeteering some younger woman's body anymore." "But maybe you wish I were," she quips, raising up her arms in the ready position. "What's it gonna be, Ilio?" Ortega shrugs, draws back to the other side of the mat in a mirror image. They make quite a pair, both a sight to behold. A mid-thirties has-been, pudgy despite renewed muscles, opposite a forty year old local celebrity, tattered and worn by time. Both of them very, very dangerous, even if all they’re wearing is gym clothes. "Why don't we make a game of it?”

“What do you have in mind?” Solana asks, curious despite herself.

The look he gives her is hungry and teasing at once. Like they’re twenty, reckless and stupid, without the specter of the past hanging overhead.

Oh. Of course. Trust Ortega to find ways to turn any and all situation into an opportunity for flirting.

“Loser has to let me eat her out until she begs for mercy.”

That is surprisingly forward for a simple sparring session, makes her blink; but considering, well, the lines they've both crossed to get here... "Ah, bold! That may have worked on someone else, Charge,” she says, voice dropping low, posture changing like they’re back on opposite sides of the battlefield, “but not me. I know you. Tell you what, let's raise the stakes. You win, we do that. I win, I fuck you how I like." "I wouldn't say no to that, Sol," he looks amused. Probably thinking about being pinned to the wall again, neck craned to meet her halfway. If she has her say, he won’t be thinking for long.

“You misunderstand. I'm going to bend you over a desk, peg you, and fuck you until you cry.” “Ah, that’s- uh.” Ortega clears his throat. His ears turn red. “I wouldn’t say no to that either.”

They’re too old to be acting like teenagers; but all she can think about is finding out exactly how far down the flush goes.

Urgh.

She goes on the offensive.

He's expecting the first three punches aimed at his throat, parries them easily, but not the kick to the midsection, the sweep of her right leg. Then, the Krav Maga move she uses to get in close, to twist and bend his arm behind his back like she'll break it. He’s slow, she thinks. Maybe he does want to lose. Solana leans closer, brings chewed-up lips close to his ear, close enough to feel stubble scratch her cheek. "Or maybe I should have you fuck yourself in my lap, riding yourself into exhaustion. Wouldn't you like that? Having to beg for it?" Ortega makes a choked sound, but Solana doesn't let her guard down. Allows herself a smirk, at most. This isn’t the first time they’ve flirted while fighting, he should be able to take it.

She sees the other arm fold up, moving to elbow her in the gut as Ortega pivots, and moves out of the way in time. Just like at the Gala (and it feels like that happened just yesterday, standing over the Rangers with the heady rush of victory coursing through her veins) this requires all of her focus. He raises a leg to kick the thigh just above the knee, right where her bruising is at its worst, and Solana outright yells when his foot connects. Shit!

It ends with Solana on her back, Ortega approaching fast. At least she has the presence of mind to raise her legs up, crossing her ankles behind his neck, keeping him away from her chest. The triangle choke isn’t her favorite, too close, but- Ortega pushes her legs inward as if he wants to fold her in two.

Instinct.

Pushing his head down with one arm, scooting back with her shoulders so he can’t raise himself up, hooking the other arm under his knee- The motions precise, brutal. With a grunt, she twists, trapping his head and right arm between her thighs. Now he’s the one choking, his own limb cutting off airflow. She can’t resist gloating, falling back into the banter they had while he was still playing for misguided heroes. “Giving up already?” Ortega wheezes, trying to reply, but Solana tightens her hold. Her thighs burn, but that’s nothing. Both of them have done much worse, have had much worse done to them. “No talking, unless you forfeit.” He tries to wrench his head out, but she holds fast, keeps her legs stiff. “I’m waiting,” and she presses further down on his trachea. Time slows- And Ortega taps her belly twice. Solana removes her legs, heedless of how much worse the bruising feels. She knows she’s smiling, so much that her face feels tired. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“I don’t think this is going to work,” Ortega mutters, cheek pressed into the hard cherry wood of her desk. Solana tries to stand on the tip of her toes, angle her hips upward. She likes looking at his back. Pushing him down with one hand between his shoulder blades and the other in his hair, feeling in control. It was pretty much the whole reason she suggested this, and the fact that it doesn’t look feasible frustrates to no end. Her thighs aren’t doing much better, either, even after spending a couple hours in homemade ice packs shorts once they got back to her place. “This might be easier if-” “No, no, I’ll figure this out,” Solana cuts him off, glaring at the desk like it personally insulted her. “And no, I refuse to stand on a stool, or a crate, or whatever. That’s… undignified.” Ortega stands back up, turns around to face her. Naked, clad only in scarred, tattooed skin and the harness at her waist, Solana should feel like exposed. She does. Some. But it isn’t as bad as it was before. She can stand to be naked now, for one. That had been like ripping off a bandaid, or a scab.

Painful. Shaking off memories, Solana straightens up. “Let’s try that again.” She hopes her shaky smile is as reassuring as she wants it to be. “Come on, let’s go to my room,” she offers, tugs him close by the hand. It’s always a rush, feeling the shape of the mods under the skin. Could free her of all this mess in a second, one stray, accidental thought. “You mean your small mattress in a corner covered with my weight in pillows?” Ortega sounds amused. He has reason to be. His hand is very warm in hers. Grounding, even if her skin tingles. “I have a bedframe now. And thicker blankets.” “Didn’t we break that last week?” “You do know I can buy things for myself, right?” “Guess that gives me free reign to break it again.” “Ah! You’ll be doing a great job, Ricky, if you don’t break your own hip,” and oh, he hates that name still. She keeps her eyes on the set of his shoulders as the words hit. Good, keep him worked up. If she enjoys his reaction as she nudges him out and right on through the next door, well, that’s for her to know.

With all the mess of the past few months, Solana hasn’t really had time to decorate. The whole two-room apartment is spartan, despite a few plants here and there?s - like the hardy little devil’s tongue that adorns her room. The mattress sinks a little when Ortega kneels at her side. She has to take a moment to avoid following through on the urge to cover the barcode on her chest, grits her teeth as she follows his gaze to her thigh. The bruising’s yellowed now, showing up under the raised skin of scars and the ochre designs on her flesh.

“Chen really did a number on you, didn’t he?”

Solana grimaces, unable to keep the bitterness out.

“You know I’ve had worse. Shit, you did worse.”

“And you never pulled your punches, Sol.” Not reproachful, not with how low and wistful his voice’s gotten. He’s still staring at the ugly contusion, hands flexing against bare thighs.

“Of course not,” she smiles, reaching out with one nail to trace the outlines of the mods in his chest. He’s just as damaged as she is; a tool who broke free from the box.

They both are.

She rolls to her side to fish a bottle of lube from the pile of random books and clutter. It’s full enough, but can’t ever have too much. Just like he can’t be too ready.

Wordlessly she has him spread his legs, lean back on the mountain of pillows, warming up the little bottle in her palms. At least he’s much less anxious than earlier.

She works a finger in, carefully. He’s still as ready as he was back on that desk, but frankly it’s fun to have him start to unravel again in her hands.

“Look at you, so needy. This is where you belong, isn’t it?” she says, squeezing more lube out. “Maybe you should stay here, hang up the mask and retire.”

Before, she would have thought him happy to take the lead, to control the situation, but it turns out that the ex-Marshal, ex-hero, likes being told what to do, likes being on his knees, on his back, bound, pinned down. At the thought, she curls a second finger in, careful. “Are you going to be good for me, Ilio?” Ortega moans, hands grasping at the blanket beneath him. Her free hand reaches out to steady him, flat on his abdomen.

“That’s not an answer.” “Yes, yes, Sol, I will,” he says at last, voice twisting up on the last syllable. She smiles, and leans back to stroke some more lube onto the black silicone she’s sporting. “Now come here, I did say you would be doing all the work.”

There’s a bit of awkward shifting around, trying to balance with way too many pillows around them both, but they make do. Ortega obediently straddles her waist, up on his knees,before he lowers himself onto the fake silicone cock, slowly, hand flat to the scars and tattoos on her abdomen, so far from the incomprehension of the early days. She looks at his imperfections. Some scars, she put there. Some, she knows about from her time playing at normalcy with her puppet. Some, new. She traces them idly as he adjusts; basking in the sensation of Ortega's weight over her like a cat basking in the sun. Solana doesn't get much aside from a steady pressure, but it's a rush for her ego to see how Ortega’s breathing changes, how he shifts as he adjusts, rocking back on his hands and knees over her prone form. "That's it," Solana encourages, raising a hand still covered in lube to his stubbled cheek. "You're doing great, Ilio." "Enjoying the view?" His smile is a little strained. "Always." She slides her hand from his cheek to his neck, tugging him down for a kiss he accepts eagerly. Her other hand moves to his chest, teasing, up the trail of black hair and modded flesh that's been marked far too much for one lifetime. He straightens up, putting his weight on his knees. Solana runs a hand over his thigh, feeling muscles move with him. There's power, here. Power. Control. Need. None of the fear and barriers from before. Ortega rolls his hips tentatively, like he's afraid to break them. Like an old man, she thinks, snorting at the thought. "What's so funny?" "Nothing," she says, quickly. Better not discourage him, not when he's doing so well, working himself up like he's putting on a show. Wrong answer, it seems, because Ortega stops moving and leans closer, dropping chest to chest, forehead to forehead. He has to bend to do so, what with how much taller he is. "Sol. Solana. Tell me." Looking into his eyes is difficult - she never was good at doing that with real people, even with her rigorous training from the Farm - but she loves them. The speckles of gold in the brown, the warmth and single-minded focus. How he followed her into Hell and back, looking past the tattoos and scars and seeing her. Just her. Just little project CB-413 who spent too much time poking at the green moss growing under the concrete stairs back at the Farm, who stole a dead girl’s name and patched up a half-life from ruins. She's still fucked up, and so is he, and yet they can have something, now. Past masks. Past (some) secrets. "You're getting old, is all. Can't even fuck yourself, can you?" "Sure I can," he answers. "And I’m not old, i’m like- fine wine." "And you don't want a little help?" She asks, slides both hands up to his hips. "I'd be more than happy to oblige." The needy sigh as her lubed hand grasps his shaft is all the encouragement she needs.

They take their time, hand light as can be. After all, he’s supposed to be fucking himself on the strap-on, not have her do all the work. She swipes her thumb on the head of his cock, smears what’s left of the lube over it, the other limb resting on his thigh. Paying no attention to the scars, to the bruises, the cobwebs. Trying to stay in the now. The moment. Ortega bucks into her palm, and Solana slows to match the rhythm of his hips. “Watch out, old man,” she jokes, desperate for levity. “Thought you’d last longer than five minutes.” “Easy for you to say, you’re not playing fair-” “I’m just helping, aren’t I?” He reaches out to take her hand stroking his thigh. His fingers are just as worn as he is. “Do you want a show, or do you want me to suffer?” He drapes an arm over his face, throws himself back dramatically. “The things I do for you, I swear.” “Because you aren’t enjoying yourself? Should we stop?” “Well, see, I never said-” Solana snickers, and tugs him down for another kiss. He accepts it, answers with his own hunger, and she can’t help but return it. His growing beard brushes against her chin, prickly, before she pushes him back up. It’s a dizzying sight. This time, one of his hands joins hers on his cock. They do good work together, she knows, both in and out of their armors. No reason for sex to be any different. They settle into a quick rhythm, hands and hips in tandem, until he makes a strangled whine. She's heard him make similar sounds in the past couple of months, but it never stops feeling like a punch in the gut. The tingling rush of static against her skin, the smell of ozone and sweat and tangled bodies, almost too much. Her hand keeps its even pace, the dull pressure of his weight against her groin intolerable, and- “Oh- Sol-” She’s lightheaded. Her gaze drifts up from his stomach, watching how he struggles to breathe, tenses, the roll of his hips as he tries to fuck himself faster. His face is thrown upward, mouth agape and eyes half-open. If she could, she’d freeze time, keep the vulnerability of it all for her own. Ortega sinks down from his knees to her chest, crumbling after spilling himself. Like a puppet with cut strings. They'll both be in need of a wash in the morning, but lying there skin to skin is much more appealing than moving. Much like listening to his breathing. It’s so human.

He brings up her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to her open palm, and up the burns and scars on her arm until he’s buried his face in the hollow between her neck and shoulder, tracing small circles wherever he can touch. “So,” she breaks the silence, unwilling to stop and consider how gentle this all is. Ortega shifts to his side, bending his head back to her neck, breathing over her collarbone and the more tender, raised spots on her skin. His hand wanders down to trace the pattern of healing scars. “Had fun?” “With you? Always.”

Solana lays one hand over his on her hip, allows herself to revel in the physicality of it, just for a heartbeat, before tugging Ortega close as she lies back on the pillows, his too-large hands unbuckling the harness from her hips. He tosses it aside, carelessly. She can’t find it in herself to care, too busy watching the man kneeling on the mattress before her. Ortega has always been silver-tongued, and though he’s shown her already precisely how talented he is, she’s not opposed to a repeat performance. She loses herself in the now, lets him move her around as he bends close. His mouth is warm, a mooring in the tumult of thought as his head creeps ever higher. Like he’s on a quest for ambrosia. “So I did win in the end, didn't I?” Ortega hums against her thigh after a moment that seems to stretch on forever. “Didn't anyone ever tell you not to talk with your mouth- ah- full?” “You're not complaining,” he pulls back, the dark hairs of his beard shining slick, “But I can always stop.” “Ilio, I swear, if you do-” He laughs, and lightly nips at her inner thigh with his teeth.

Her muscles burn, her skin irritated by growing stubble, but it's a sweet ache. She's alive, and breathing, and even though she keeps waiting for the other shoe to drop, the way Ortega's fingers tread over bruised skin and his mouth between her thighs get Solana out of her head. It's still his calloused palm, his fingers and his tongue.

It's still her body.

It doesn’t take long before her knees tremble, tugging on Ortega’s hair like it’ll help. Maybe it does, anchor in the wave of Thinking and Feeling; maybe it doesn't. She comes down from her peak, all thought fleeing but the feeling of his tongue working against her. It's so very simple, letting go with a gentle touch. For a while, Solana runs her fingers through Ortega’s dark hair, plays with the shell of his ear, loose-limbed and sleepy. “I liked watching you.” “I like watching me too. We should do that more often.” She laughs, at that, a real full-belly laugh, chest shaking.

The grey clouds part. If only for a little bit.

#fallen hero #fallen hero spoilers #chargestep #ortega #sidestep #oc: solana birchwood #do not @ me this was the brainchild of several soltega convos and conversations on the discord #anyway im gonna try to get some good ol Gai Content out.... julia ortega my love if youre out there #also expect this on ao3 if you cant read this here

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cloudbattrolls · 2 years ago

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trolloled:

cloudbattrolls:

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#you get an ‘I don’t know… it’s special’ from her and that’s it#if asked to elaborate she’ll say it’s a gift. ½ lore unlocked#and LMAO big rip to Thrixe#Glas shaking their head like I cannot believe someone just straight-up told you that#where’s the tact? the jokes??

Thrixe would thank her gently, and apologize if he shouldn’t have asked. Sorry Yarrex, terror boy doesn’t want to bother his raccoon friend. He has no desire to ruin any of his friendships.

Thrixe just Looks at them. This is gross. He hates it. If he ever actually meets someone like that he’s running in the opposite direction.

Yarrex just like “thanks we are approximately one micrometer closer to getting a real answer now! At this rate it’ll only be three hundred sweeps!”

Thrixe, mildly annoyed. What does Yarrex expect, that he’d want to pry and upset his friend? If Katrin doesn’t talk he doesn’t want to make her! It’s not his place.

@raitrolling

Also Yarrex has bribed/recruited Thrixe (not that he had to try very hard) into asking Katrin about why she still wears her scarf because he has not abandoned his Attempts. Thrixe was hesitant and doesn’t want to upset her but is going to try because he is a dutiful boy.

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trolloled · 3 years ago

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you can’t tell gerrel to talk to katrin, he’s made his peace with her “Hating” him

you can’t tell katrin to talk to gerrel, she’d be on the opposite side of the planet first

you can’t ‘trick’ gerrel into running into her, because he will immediately about-face and jump behind the nearest convenient Hiding Bush/Office Desk/Garbage Can

if you locked the two of them in a room, Gerrel would calmly pick the lock and walk right back out, and if you deadbolted it, he’d unscrew the hinges and walk back out, and somehow I don’t think Katrin would manage to eke out a ‘hey how’s it going’ to him before he finished

the man is very dedicated to keeping to the “wish” he assumes Katrin has of not speaking to him ever again, born of tragic misfortune that she forgot the password to her email

#ooc as lard #text post terror #gerrin

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nikolaystarkov · 3 years ago

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Blaming everyone around you for your problems is a tactic of the President of Ukraine

On March 17, the President of Ukraine in a new image made a speech to the Bundestag. In recent days, he has already appeared by video link before the European Parliament, the British House of Commons and before American congressmen. At all events, Zelensky smiled and almost bowed to the applause of the audience, only in front of the German parliament, the Ukrainian leader looked pale and tired on the screen. Apparently, they suggested that it would be better suited for a diatribe against the German authorities. "Today's sanctions are not enough", "you have protected yourself from us with a wall similar to Berlin" - this is a small part of the accusations that were made during Zelensky's speech. In addition, it was noted that Ukraine's requests to obtain a clear plan to become a member of NATO were ignored. "There is no such solution on the table and there will not be" sounded in response to everything. At first, everything went well for Zelensky. The deputies of the Bundestag, standing, accompanied his speech with stormy applause. And Deputy Speaker of the Parliament Katrin Goering-Eckhardt memorized the slogan of the first Ukrainian Maidan from back in 2005. "Once we are bagato, we will not be dragged," she quoted in Ukrainian. But when the screen with Zelensky's face went out, something happened in parliament that is called "zrada" in Ukrainian (per. treason). Goering-Eckardt, as if nothing had happened, began to congratulate her colleagues, and then, despite the discontent of the Christian Democratic opposition, who demanded more Ukraine, the work of the German parliament went according to the usual plan, turning to the issue of the abolition of the mandatory vaccination regime. The media criticized the Bundestag deputies for such behavior with the President of Ukraine. "Two minutes after the speech, the Bundestag moved to the agenda, and the Chancellor remained silent. It seemed that Zelensky's speech was for the members of the ruling coalition only an unpleasant duty that must be fulfilled." In turn, the German Chancellor, who together with everyone listened to Zelensky's reproaches and claims, then went to a meeting with Y.Stoltenberg. And the essence of the negotiations can be expressed in one phrase: "One thing needs to be said clearly and unequivocally: there will be no military intervention on the part of NATO," German Chancellor Olaf Scholz said. Instead, the Alliance plans to strengthen its presence in Poland – it has announced the transfer of the British Skysabre air defense systems to the eastern flank. In addition, at the NATO summit in June, it is planned to discuss the idea of deploying American military bases in Poland on a permanent basis. Prime Minister Moravetsky, who recently made a short trip to Kiev, calls on the heads of the United States, Germany, Britain and France to follow his example. But, apparently, this idea does not cause enthusiasm among colleagues, since they are already beginning to understand how the crossing of the "red line" can end. Meanwhile, the administration of the Ukrainian president is working on questions about Zelensky's subsequent speeches. The possibility of his speech in Japan is being considered, and then the president of Ukraine plans to appear before Italian deputies, continuing to reproach everyone for the events taking place in his own country.

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resurgence-rp · 7 years ago

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Under the cut you can check out all the players that have been accepted for their roles. Congratulations! Please take a look at the instructions at the bottom of the page. For those who haven’t been accepted this time around, don’t be discouraged! Send me a message if you want more feedback on your application and I would love for you to re-apply in the future! Congratulations again to all of you and Welcome to RESURGENCE!

✦ Roman, you’ve been accepted to play the roles of Heath Arlington & Cormac Newman. You chose two characters that are practically opposites, and yet you managed to bring them both to life. I was completely in love with both your applications! For Heath, I absolutely adored the way you developed the parallels between Cerberus and the underworld, and how much the club means to them. And for Cormac my favourite thing is definitely his identity crisis of sorts, and how he’s trying to solve it actually making it the topic of his thesis. I think there’s so much potential here and I can’t wait to start seeing them in action! Great job! (fcs: finn wittrock, thomas doherty)

✦ Marie, you’ve been accepted to play the roles of Elena Lima & Pietro da Costa. Elena and Pietro are trouble in such different ways, but also in the best way. Elena with her almost naivety when it comes to romance, and her need for attention; and then Pietro, this reformed devastatingly charming surfer who’s out to break all of our hearts. It’s not easy to write two apps for two major gods like Aphrodite and Poseidon - but you managed to do it wonderfully! I can’t wait to start writing with you, and see what’s going to happen with them. Amazing job! (fcs: bianca santos, marlon teixeira)

✦ Shannon, you’ve been accepted to play the roles of Valentine Wyght. I absolutely loved Valentine’s family history, and how much that impacted on his personality. How is rebellious ways started as a way of trying to belong, and the search for a place he could finally called home basically still follows him around. I can’t wait to see what’s going to happen to him now that he’s back and he’s clearly seeing things from a different perspective. Is the bad boy attitude over for good? I guess we’ll have to wait and see. Amazing job! (fc: sean teale)

✦ Harleigh, you’ve been accepted to play the roles of Rhiannon Hébert. A champion returns! Lawful evil Rhiannon? Sign me up! One of the most interesting things about Hera as a goddess is how grey her morals are. Sometimes she’s a hero, sometimes she’s an icon, and others she appears like a true villain. I think your app for Rhiannon reflects just that. It’s hard to portray such a morally grey character in a modern setting, but you did a wonderful job, and I can’t wait to see the queen of Mount Wells in action! Drama is assured! (fc: paulina singer)

✦ Kiki, you’ve been accepted to play the roles of Dorian Winslow. One of the things I love the most about Dorian is that he’s such a wild card. The way he’s written, mixed with the Dionysus’ soul component pretty much allows you to go anywhere with him. You saw this change, and took advantage from it flawlessly. From his passion for art, to his predilection for social media, to his commitment when it comes to equality; there’s a lot of potential there and i can’t wait to see him in action! Great job! (fc: avan jogia)

✦ Nat, you’ve been accepted to play the roles of Naia Guerrero. What a lovely and refreshing application this was! I’m so glad that Naia is here to complete our trio! I love how determined she is, how passionate she is, her relationship with the ocean since the beginning, how her parents’ divorce affected her, and how she balances partying and having fun with starting her own life project. I think there’s so much potential there, for both development and drama, and I can’t wait to see what’s in store for her. Wonderful job! (fc: bruna marquezine)

✦ Kat, you’ve been accepted to play the roles of Vera Whittemore. I love love love how much thought you put into this application. You just need to read your occupation section to realise you’ve planned everything in Vera’s life to the T, and that’s absolutely amazing to see. You’ve managed to take the info in the skeleton, and give it your own twist, turning Vera into a complex character I’m so eager to see grow here. I can’t wait to write with you and see her in action. Congratulations! (fc: dominique provost-chalkley)

✦ Izzy, you’ve been accepted to play the roles of Edith Pratt. There’s a Clover, and also an Edith, and I couldn’t be happier we got our terrible duo complete from the very beginning! I love the extra quotes you added to the app, but my favourite part were definitely the headcanons. The ones about her relationship with her mum in particular. I feel like you managed to keep the “villain” aspect of Edith but at the same time you made her realistic, and that was amazing to read. I can’t wait to see what she brings to the table! (fc: sky ferreira)

✦ Nella, you’ve been accepted to play the roles of Nina Campbell & Thea Crawford. When I saw your apps for these characters, my first thought was that it was going to be difficult not to make them similar. Even though their stories and backgrounds are completely different, it would be easy to fall for that trap. However, you avoided it completely! You gave Nina a very defined personality, and you wrote a very misguided one for Thea, which I believe was key for both interpretations. I can’t wait to see what kind of situations they’ll both go through now that they’re making changes in their lives. Great job! (fc: naomi scott, sofia carson)

✦ Dani, you’ve been accepted to play the roles of Tristan Santiago. Finally a Tristan! I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw your application. I absolutely loved how detailed it was. Tristan’s relationship with his family, everything to do with his biological father, and his reaction to this sudden fame he has gained after what happened - everything is so well thought and beautifully written that I could go on and on about all the parts I enjoyed while I was reading it. I can’t wait to write with you and see Tristan develop! Wonderful job! (fc: diego boneta)

✦ Mia, you’ve been accepted to play the roles of Dera McClery. I absolutely love Dera. I think she’s one of the most interesting characters of this roleplay, and I’m so glad she has found such a passionate roleplayer to bring her to life. My favourite part of your app were definitely the headcanons. You managed to combine fundamental traits of her character with little things that also paint a perfect picture of who Dera McClery is. I can’t wait to see what’s in store for her and her abilities! Congratulations! (fc: saoirse ronan)

✦ Chloe, you��ve been accepted to play the roles of Amdeus Minett. We have all of our love gods with us and I couldn’t be happier about that! Pretty much like Eros and Aphrodite themselves, Amadeus and Elena paint such a different picture of what love means, and I’m eager to see how that develops. I love how passionate he is about his art and how his creations seem to be the only true love he can keep (and let me tell you, I also appreciate that you went into so much detail about his art preference). There’s a ton of potential, and I can’t wait to see Amadeus grow as a character! Amazing job! (fc: joe keery)

✦ Caitlin, you’ve been accepted to play the roles of David Arevalos. A starving artist that works as a barista - I read that bit and I was already in love. David is simply adorable, and your application was a pleasure to read. I love his sensitivity, the way he thinks about art, and his interest in divination was such a good addition! Honestly all I could think while I read the app was that I want him as a best friend, please. I can’t wait to see him in action, and all that he’s going to bring to the rp! Congratulations! (fc: tyler posey)

✦ Morgan, you’ve been accepted to play the roles of Preston Carver. I was dying for a Preston! He’s definitely one of my favourite characters (maybe because I’m a gamer who plays D&D as well). I love that he’s the go to guy whenever someone is having computer problems (the text to his mum killed me), and on a more serious note, I really enjoyed how you balanced his gamer past with his present - how he enjoys interacting with people and how his personality comes alive when he’s on stream. Also I play a rogue, so much appreciated. Great job! (fc: alberto rosende)

✦ Jane, you’ve been accepted to play the roles of Zachary Bailey. I was so relieved when your application came because I was afraid we were going to start without our king of Mount Wells himself! Your interpretation of Zac is basically all that I would except in a modern Zeus, and more. Occupation: rockstar? Depending on his father’s money? Trying to drag his friends around towards every crazy scheme he comes up with? Just flawless. And to conclude, the text messages made me laugh out loud. Amazing job! (fc: michael b. jordan)

✦ Spooky, you’ve been accepted to play the roles of Katrin Moreno (soul of Hecate). I love love the whole idea of Katrin. Their relationship with their parents, their grandmother, how they leaned on their friends, the fact that their background was so different from the usual one you’d find in Mount Wells - and yet they persevered and turned that into something magical; honestly I was hooked from the very beginning. I truly believe they will be a fantastic addition to the roleplay, and I can’t wait to see them in action! Congratulations! (fc: danny noriega/adore delano)

✦ Emma, you’ve been accepted to play the roles of Clover Wald. This was such a difficult decision! Both applications had very good and different interpretations of Clover. Ultimately what swayed me was the amazing balance of her neutral evil nature. I enjoy a character who isn’t afraid to do morally grey stuff and is proud of it - and that’s exactly what Clover is about. There’s so much potential in her, and honestly I can’t wait to see how exactly she’ll shake things up. Wonderful job! (fc: courtney eaton)

✦ Aaliyah, you’ve been accepted to play the roles of Layla Dunn. Layla is completely and absolutely adorable. I love the fact that she’s very rational and practical, but she’s also got some pluck in her. I also find really interesting that she’s participating in the Science fair to possibly gain some perspective on what to do after she graduates. I feel that was a great way of giving your own interpretation and twist to the info in the skeleton! On a side note, the bit about Pottermore was fantastic; and I’m also addicted to Color Switch. Great job! (fc: jessica sula)

This is what you need to do next:

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If for any reason you need more time to get your account in, don’t hesitate to message me so I can keep your role open! If I don’t get a message from you then I will assume you’re no longer interested in keeping your spot. Once you send your account, you’ll be provided with the necessary links and we can get started! And of course; HAVE FUN!

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sussex-nature-lover · 4 years ago

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Wednesday 9th December 2020

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I told the story about Mr B being abducted by Owls and then the next day, following on from talking about Bateman’s again, I was looking up more history about Burwash and look what I found

In 1357 a court was held in Rye to try a number of merchants who were smuggling goods through the port of Pevensey. In 1614, the export of any wool was made illegal, and so the volumes being exported increased the smuggling of wool was known as Owling (After the owl like noises made by the smugglers to communicate with each other). As time went on and the smuggling became more profitable, so the smugglers were able to bribe more of the port officials, which in turn allowed more smuggling.

Full story is on that link above and what a coincidence of Mr B shrieking Owls Owls Owls and it being a Smugglers’ call - technically Owl type noises and not not just shouting Owls, but you know what I mean - and, it also links back to my report a couple of weeks ago about how the value of fleece has fallen this year.

The pages about the Sussex villages are quite fascinating, not least because of how the various gangs operated as far a field as Romney Marsh, Pevensey and Poole and there was no motorised transport either. The whole issue of Smuggling also seems to strike a chord with the current Brexit negotiations making the news again. I’ve only ever associated Romney Marsh with salt lamb until I read up on all this.

Fun Fact:

The pub in Romney Marsh named The Woolpack originated from a smugglers’ meeting place. Today it says ‘ A former smugglers' haunt, the pub oozes charm and character, with hops adorning old beams, a large inglenook fireplace and quarry tiled bar’

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Another story I found was reported by the Daily Mail. I only ever look at its front page except for clicking through to the Science tab. It couldn’t be more different from the cut and thrust of a life outside the law.

People get just as much extra life satisfaction from living in area with plenty of bird species as they do from getting a pay raise, a study has claimed.

Many past small-scale studies have suggested that exposure to nature is good for one's mental health — and the current pandemic has raised interest in the outdoors.

Experts from Germany cross-referenced survey data on the life satisfaction of thousands of adults from across Europe with their exposure to nature.

'Europeans are particularly satisfied with their lives if their immediate surroundings host a high species diversity,' said paper author and ecologist Joel Methorst of the Senckenberg Biodiversity and Climate Research Centre.

'According to our findings, the happiest Europeans are those who can experience numerous different bird species in their daily life, or who live in near-natural surroundings that are home to many species.'

In their study, Mr Methorst and colleagues compared data on the reported quality of life of more than 26,000 adults from across Europe with the diversity of bird species in each subject's local area.

Birds, the researchers explained, are a good indicator of overall biological diversity and the availability of green spaces and water — and are one of the most noticeable and animate aspects of nature, especially in more urbanised settings.

'We also examined the socio-economic data of the people that were surveyed,' explained paper author and biologist Katrin Böhning-Gaese, also of the Senckenberg Biodiversity and Climate Research Centre.

'Much to our surprise, we found that avian diversity is as important for their life satisfaction as is their income,' she added.

In fact, the team found that having 14 additional bird species in the local area gave as much satisfaction as an annual salary raise of £1,344 raise would to someone on a annual income of £13,380.

Nature, the researchers conclude, is important to the public's well-being.

'Biological diversity is currently undergoing a dramatic decline. This poses the risk that human well-being will also suffer from an impoverished nature,' noted Mr Methorst.

'Nature conservation therefore not only ensures our material basis of life, but it also constitutes an investment in the well-being of us all,' he concluded.

The full findings of the study were published in the journal Ecological Economics.

I can’t comment on the financial value, some might say it’s actually beyond price to share your life with a diverse variety of bird and wildlife. I certainly know the pleasure we get and how our encounters lift the spirits even on the dullest day.

We’ve been pretty isolated here since the beginning of the year really. Yes, we’ve had our walks and plenty of National Trust visits, but sight of family has been so thin on the ground, which I’m sure is the same for an awful lot of people.

I’d go so far as to say we’ve seen more of the lone white Deer this year than we have of our own family. Yesterday, late in the afternoon I was on a group phone call with both of the girls and Crow went to drop the blinds upstairs. He called me to come with the camera.

This was all he’d spotted at the tree line in the field opposite.

Zooming in there were a few more Deer where the land falls away but actually the white one looks younger than the one we usually see. It was too low light to get a good photo but it was lying down, very still, looking for all the world like one of the oxen in a nativity stable. Very peaceful it was and not in the same kind of vibe as when we usually watch Deer.

No further sightings today, infact nothing of note except for the girls early on today and one of the boys (Pheasants) having a wander. All the usuals came by but nothing special to chat about.

KITCHEN NOTE: rib eye steak with a Chimichurri Sauce - I’ll flirt out the chilli on to Crow’s portion; rocket leaves with shards of Parmesan; grilled tomatoes and a baked potato. Looking forward to that and to a Liverpool FC win tonight in Denmark (Champions’ League football)

December 9th Advent Door. Two Galloping Horses

#smugglers Advent nature photography deer

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