#hettar

[incorrect-belgariad]

Hettar: Like it's MY fault my love language is acts of service and all I know how to do is kill.

[fairykukla]

I love to dream-cast live action versions of my favorite stories.

Here's one I've toyed with for decades, but I finally worked out some principal casting.

The Belgariad

Let's face it, you gotta get the right wizard. Why not look for someone who has played that part? Someone capable of being both the old wolf vagabond and also the fierce blue wizard?

Belgarath the Sorcerer: Morgan Freeman

Aunt Pol/Polgara the Sorceress: Tamara Taylor

She played Dr. Cam Soroyan on Bones, and I think she has the right combination of gentleness and terrifying power. I think shed be very striking with the white streak described in the book. Plus I want to see her and Morgan Freeman banter.

Now we need a "Sandy haired boy".

For Garion and Errand, hold open casting! Being close to two thousand years older than he is, it wouldn't matter what ethnicity he is. Only the golden hair is necessary, which is easy to achieve with dye or a good wig.

Durnik the blacksmith: Rahul Kohli

Barak the Bear: Luke Hemmsworth

Silk the Thief:

Oh no. Waaay too hard for me. He's one of those big favorites for me and I'm not sure I would be satisfied with just anyone. Do not give it to Bradley Cooper. A few years ago, I'd have considered Armin Shimmerman.

Oh. Oh no. Oh *shit*. How about....

Daniel Radcliffe?

Hettar the Horse Lord: Do an open casting, and look for an actor who can do equestrian stunts. I'd prefer to see an Asian actor in the role, since Weddings clearly was building high-fantasy Mongolians, but I'm open to anyone as long as he has a great legitimate connection to horses.

Ce'Nedra: open casting for her, too.

Lelldorin the Archer (not to be confused with Legolas): you know, I kind of want Henry Golding for this one.

Mandoallen (not to be confused with The Madalorian)

Oh, get me a beefy British actor who can be a D&D Paladin effortlessly.

Thoughts?

[littleragondin]

I was tagged by @howdydowdy ages ago (quite literally gosh), thank you a lot! Even if it was incredibly hard to pick up only 8 books oh my god, the show version felt like a walk in the park in comparison lol

8 shows books to get to know me in no specific order

- "Les Fleurs du Mal" by Charles Baudelaire, illustrated by Henri Matisse. I got this book when I was maybe 10? I liked Baudelaire already (I was a very festive child I swear), and I loved drawing and art, so my mother - who loves book as much as I do - got it for me. It cemented my love of poetry, I think. Baudelaire is still a favorite of mine, and Matisse's illustrations just enhanced the experience.

"Alors, ô ma beauté! dites à la vermine Qui vous mangera de baisers, Que j'ai gardé la forme et l'essence divine De mes amours décomposés!" - from "Une Charogne"

- "The Belgariad" (and "The Mallorean" that follows) by David & Leigh Eddings. I have always loved fantasy stories, and this one has been with me for a long time. It's very classic fantasy, Chose One goes on a quest with the help of A Group of Prophecy Designated Companions but it's terribly well done, the characters are lovely, and it's very funny.

Silk: Not to worry, Urgit. Hettar came all the way through the streets of your capital, and he didn't kill even one of your subjects. Urgit: Remarkable. You've changed, Lord Hettar. You're reputed to be a thousand feet tall and to wear a necklace of Murgo skulls. Hettar: I'm on vacation. - from one of The Mallorean books

- "My Lesbian Experience with Loneliness" by Nagata Kabi. There had to be some illustrated work of course. Sometimes you read a story that resonates so much with you it kind of makes your body vibrates - like an echo that keeps responding to itself. This story did that to me, and the art (sketchy, nervous, simple but efficient) truly enhances the feelings.

“Maybe the times I couldn't move were the times I needed to take better care of myself.”

- "Le Petit Prince" by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. Another one from when I was a child. I had an abridged version read by French actor Gérard Philippe, and I would listen to that CD all the time. Then my mom (her again) got me the book, and I have read and reread it regularly since then. I think I like different things about it now than when I was a child, of course, but the sadness of the Narrator at the end makes my heart aches the same way it did back when I read the book sitting under my desk at 12.

"Et quand tu sera consolé (on se console toujours) tu seras content de m'avoir connu. Tu seras toujours mon ami. Tu auras envie de rire avec moi. [...] Ca sera comme si je t'avavais donné, au lieu d'étoiles, des tas de petits grelots qui savent rire..."

- "Smoke and Mirrors" by Neil Gaiman. Particularly "Chivalry" and "Murder Mysteries", respectively first and last of the collection. I love a great many of Gaiman's works, so he had to go on the list. I picked this one because it sparked my love and appreciation of the short story format. Plus, I love magic hidden in the mundane (like in Chivalry), and I love retelling of religious stories (like in Murder Mysteries), so it's also a good intro to that I think.

"I feel dirty. I feel tarnished. I feel befouled. Perhaps it is true that all that happens is in accordance with Your will, and thus it is good. But sometimes You leave blood on Your instruments." - from "Murder Mysteries"

- "Oh boy!" by Marie-Aude Murail. She was my favorite author when I was a child/teen, I devoured everything she offered (the Nils Hazard series was such a huge part of my childhood). I picked this one because I loved it very, very much - I remember breaking a friendship because I lent it to a girl who never gave it back to me, lying that her mom bought it for her and that it was not mine. It's a story about grief, about siblings love, about facing adversity together and coming out from the other side, maybe a little worse for wear but still here. All things I still cherish very much in stories today that I'm the adults' age and not the teens anymore.

"Chapitre 13 qui n'existe pas pour ne pas porter la poisse aux Morlevent."

- "This is how you lose the time war" by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone. Sometimes you start a book the way you absent-mindedly brush your fingers against the surface of water, and sometimes that water swallows you whole but you don't drown, the water just fills you. I closed that book with all its words left in me, I think, and I had to catch my breath again. It's about war, and it's about love, time, and choices and sacrifices. It's a small book, all in all, but it took me some time to come back down from it. I think mostly, it's here because it touched me, and it's a good example of why I like words. Also it's epistolary, a format I deeply, deeply love.

"But when I think of you, I want to be alone together. I want to strive against and for. I want to live in contact. I want to be a context for you, and you for me."

- "The Discworld" by Terry Pratchett. I know this one is, like, the worst cheat because it's more than 40 books and I just went and gave them all to you as one. But I can't have them off the list! Not a year goes by without me re-reading some of them, and while I do have favorites they all hold a big place in my heart. The whole collection (in French and in the Atalante edition which is, like, very pretty) was my mom's gift for obtaining my PhD even if I already owned nearly all of them in either French or English, so I guess that gives you an idea of how much I love them.

"Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving." - from "A hat full of sky"

I won't tag ppl because I tagged a lot for the actual show version, and I don't know how much my mutuals would like to do it, but if you do PLEASE tag me so I can see your lists <3

[sveapsykologerna]

Därför är vi extra lättirriterade i trafiken Det är lätt att det hettar till bakom ratten i trafiken och trots att dessa känslor är vanliga förändrar de vårt körbeteende och kan i värsta fall innebära fara. Psykologen David Waskuri förklarar hur man kan få känslorna under kontroll. Läs hela artikeln via länken nedan: https://nyheter24.se/nyheter/1129876-psykologen-berattar-darfor-ar-vi-extra-lattirriterade-i-trafiken https://www.instagram.com/p/Co5p5_vsIpM/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[svenskjavel]

Det hettar till bland lingvisterna

Till anon som snackade om ”påhittade” former av verb: tröck, lös och klöpp är dialektala och används i bl.a. Uppsalamål!

Uppsala har påhittad grammatik confirmed

[heretohelptheidiots]

Yo, can we just talk about how in the Mallorean, Hettar’s all like, “Adara says this” in front of his bros like it’s fact without any hesitation. As I recall it was something about women’s elbows being formed differently, so it was wrong, but that man is so in love with his wife.

[alice-blogs-things]

Sometimes a family is an immortal miscreant, his badass immortal daughter, a blacksmith who's in love with her, the kid they've co-parented, a giant ginger Viking, his tiny boyfriend who has a knack for trouble and one-liners, a horse whisperer with a score to settle, a himbo archer with no impulse control, a himbo knight with a heart of gold, a tiny princess who once told a lion to piss off, an overzealous religious guy who can pass through solid rock, a freed slave who's still down to fight, despite having gone through a Lot, and a smol, precious cinnamon roll who believes in everyone, and that's okay.

[darkandstormyranger]

The Bearer of the Orb, The Man with Two Lives, The Sorceress, The Guide, The Dreadful Bear, The Eternal Man, The Child of Light, The Queen of the World, The Horse Lord, The Mother of the Race That Died, The Blind Man, The Knight Protector, The Archer

The Belgariad

[the legends are true, WIPs do get finished sometimes]

[incorrect-belgariad]

Hettar: I'm a very kind and loving person but also i have a lot of rage and just want to kill and maim people all the time. But other than that very kind and loving.

[pocketramblr]

cursed thought cursed thought—belgariad inspired AU where Toshinori (Garion) is raised and trained by Sorahiko (Polgara) in Yoichi’s (Aldur) Vale, along with the other holders (Aldur’s disciples). Toshinori may be subject to a prophecy, but Sorahiko tells him he can ignore it, just as Sorahiko is ignoring the prophecy that says he’s destined for AfO (Torak). Not a 1:1 match, but Toshinori’s party is like Dave (Ce’Nedra), Nighteye (Silk), Yoroi Musha (that one fancy knight), etc

Wait wait ok this I like it

So maybe here the holders are the original disciples, and Sorahiko is the son of one (Nana? Kotaro maybe his brother given up to start the Rivan line) and also the one in charge of raising his line of nibblings...

And then there's baby Toshinori, orphaned, and Sorahiko has to take him to safety, where AfO's forces won't get to him, which his very long life has told him is only the Vale, and so that's where he's raised.

And then Toshi figures out why he's there, what the voice in his head is, that the Prophecy of Light says he's supposed to be the Godkiller, and how's he supposed do that?? The other disciples are trying to assure him that it'll be fine, that he'll be strong and knot what to do when the moment comes. But Gran is just like. "It doesn't matter."

Toshinori: how does it not matter that the Prophecy says I'm supposed to kill AfO or he'll kill me??

Sorahiko: kid, there's a Prophecy that says I'm going to marry AfO. Just ignore it, seriously

Toshinori: ... There's a what that says WHAT

[jona-draws]

here’s a messy thing cus I’m a soft baby

[seawolvesanddragons]

I always thought Silk figured it out by book two...there's a moment when Garion calls "Old Wolf" his grandfather and Silk replies that that was impossible and gives Garion a very strange, unreadable look.

Simalarly I assumed Rhodar knew but was smart enough to not say shit.

But OP brings up a good point. LIKE. Asharak and all the murgos hunting them REPEATIDLY make it known to the group that they want to kidnap Garion. Garion starts to show gifts of sorcery and is renamed Belgarion and not one of these highly educated Alorns puts it together that this MUST be an actual grandson of Belgarath and therefore the Rivan king? Barak? Hettar? Did they all assume Belgarath had a one night stand at some point and Garion was the result?

So, I question the intelligence of like, almost everyone in The Belgariad. Now I don’t doubt that they are well read, almost everyone in the party is some form of nobility. Even the people they have to talk to are government officials or nobles or intelligence officers or something, so they know the stories and the history. Hell even the common folk in most of the world know the stories of the world and the gods. Yet they are all missing a huge sign. It is baffling.

People know the stories of Belgarath and Polgara. They know the powerful sorcerer and sorceress that have lived for eons, advising and influencing the kings of the West. Even if people believe they are dead they know of them.

They know about the Line of Riva. Snuffed out hundreds of years ago. Regardless, Belgarath and Polgara have asserted that the Rivan King will return to make war against Torak.

The Kings of the West, at the very least, know that Belgarath gave his second daughter to the Rivan king as a wife and that she is the mother of the line. So the Kings of Riva are related, somewhat, to Belgarath and Polgara.

Some kid, is traveling with them calling Polgara his aunt. Eventually he starts calling Belgarath his grandfather.

And no one, except King Anheg, has made the connection.

Silk, a spy and intelligence officer, is traveling with the party and even he is unaware. No one is connecting the dots.

[bovivinator]

I had some unexpected Belgariad feels recently, and went on a rampage for fanart. This is one of the best pieces I found! I really love the detail on the horses, and how they reflect their riders’ personalities.

[thelogicalghost]

I reread the Belgariad and Malloreon (MAJOR SPOILERS for both those series ahead, btw) and realized something about the latter that bothers me slightly as a big fan of Silk (Kheldar): he never gets a Task the way all the other companions do.

In the Belgariad, Silk has several super important moments, the biggest one obviously being killing Brill. Granted, in the first series not everyone's role is super obvious the way it is in the second series (I could be blanking, but I don't recall Hettar having a big moment to himself). But in the Malloreon, every companion gets a really emphasized Task that's the reason they had to come along at all, in addition to all the other generally helpful stuff they do. This is even discussed in character, such as when Ce'Nadra is convinced she's going to be the one to die because she thinks she didn't have a Task.

For the sake of comparison, I'll run through the companions and their Most Important Task:

Garion - Child of Light/Godslayer - choose successor

Belgarath - Beloved and Eternal - find and follow the secrets

Polgara - (no prophecy name afaik) - banish Chabat's demon

Durnik - Man With Two Lives - banish Nahaz

Poldara - Woman Who Watches - fight Zandramas

Eriond - Bearer of the Orb - become a God

Ce'Nedra - Queen of the World - let Zandramas know about Korim

Liselle - Huntress - kill Harakan (with Zith)

Sadi - Man Who Is No Man - kill Naradas

Zakath - Empty One - convert Mallorea (post-Choice)

Toth - Silent Man - confront dragon (argument could be made for his "betrayal" on Verkat as well)

Remember that Beldin isn't named in the prophecy, he's the plus-one they got to bring along since Zandramas brought more help than was legit (I'd guess the dragon-demon hybrid tipped the scales).

By contrast, the times when Silk is in focus in the story mostly have to do with people connected to him. Liselle is the one who realizes Urgit is his half-brother. Silk's factors in various cities give them important info. They run into a bunch of his hired mercs at one point. But Silk himself doesn't have a Thing He Does that's particularly useful.

On top of that, a lot of the roles he played in the Belgariad can be played by other teammates in the Mallorean. Velvet is young but clearly talented. Sadi is extremely good at what he does and is the one in charge of leading the party through Cthol Murgos. Beldin is exceptionally skilled at deception and he does the majority of leading everyone around Mallorea. And Durnik, in a memorable scene, shows that he's picked up enough from Silk to be quite a good backup spy.

I'd be interested to know (if there are any other fans still lurking around here watching the tags) if anyone disagrees with me, and if so why. Alternately, I'm tempted to write my own fic about Silk doing something Garion didn't witness, but I could use some ideas.

[gender-robo-milfageddon]

The Belgariad is a fun fantasy novel series for a lot of reasons but one of my favorite moments is one of the races of men in that world are the ones solely responsible for figuring out how to tame and ride horses, and the main character from that country joins the main party and reveals he can legit Talk to horses, and they run into some weird magic animal that is often mistaken for a horse but Will Kill You and Belgarath the grumpy wizard is like "Dont fuck with that, its Not A Horse it wont understand you" and my dude basically just goes "It's close enough, hold my beer," and narrowly avoids death just from trying to say hi and Almost Succeeding in a very "Cap Almost Budging Thor's Hammer in that one early-MCU skit" moment. Decades before you could hop on the forest god in Breath of the Wild ... *googles his name* ...HETTAR THE HORSE LORD is jumping on anything with 4 legs and hoofves just to prove a point. Every character is like this, please read these books.

[heretohelptheidiots]

Lost and Found

“Dost thou truly know where we art bound, my Lord Hettar.” Hettar glanced back at the knight, trying to hide his amusement at the increasing formality Mandorallen used when getting irritated.

“Have I gotten us lost before?” He could feel the irritation of his companion radiating forward.

“Nay.” Came the grudging acknowledgement.

Hettar didn’t say anything, but he did incline his head in a ‘there you go then’ sort of manner.

“Why dost thou insist upon not disclosing where it is we art bound?”

“Surprise.” Hettar deadpanned. He had anticipated the questions, but he was fairly certain once they got to their destination, his evasiveness would be forgiven in relatively short order. He heard Mandorallen open his mouth to say something.

“How’re things with Nerena?” Hettar cut him off quickly.

“More wonderful than even the fondest of dreams or imagining coudst have ere prepared my heart for.” Mandorallen sighed, switching gears to lovestruck. “When it was I didst think I could not belong to her fair self more, she captured me, body and soul.”

Hettar nodded politely as Mandorallen continued to ramble on about her. Hettar felt much the same way about Adara, in truth. He was, however, far less vocal on the matter. Actions were more his area. Mandorallen did come up with some very good lines though. Hettar had stolen more than one Mandorallen-ism and altered it to work for Adara. She never had any difficulty identifying when he’d come up with something himself or if he’d picked up off of someone else. As far as he knew, she appreciated it regardless.

He stopped his horse abruptly, causing Mandorallen to stop short in his praises of her eye color.

“Wha-“

“This way.” Hettar dismounted and set off towards the large thicket of scrubby trees before them. The rattle of metal armor sounded as the knight got down from his horse and broke into a light jog to catch up with the taller man.

They dodged through the thick brush, ducking spiky branches that grabbed at their clothes. A clearing appeared before them, in the center a raised mound.

“Wha-“

“You were telling me a few weeks ago about one of the Korodullins having been fatally wounded in Algaria. Said something about his crown having not been recovered.” He stood next the mound and gestured at it. “Best guess it’s here. Help me dig.” Mandorallen’s mouth moved but no words escape for a good minute.

“Of certainty.” He finally managed, walking to the mound.Together they dug for about twenty minutes.

“What didst lead thee to this place?” Mandorallen asked once speech was an option again.

“Looked at the archives we had about his departure.” Mandorallen blinked.

“I did not realize that thy countrymen didst keep records of that sort.”

“Mostly for state visits and merchants, but it helps keep things orderly when disputes crop up.” Hettar shrugged.

“I see.” The knight nodded before drawing back sharply when he struck something hard. He looked over at Hettar, his eyes wide. He brushed the dirt away to reveal, a rock.

“Belar’s saggy left…” Hettar muttered.

“Not to worry, my friend.” Mandorallen laughed, lightly kicking the rock out of the way. “I didst appreciate thy attempt to share such a momentous discover-“

“Mandorallen.”

“Yes?”

“Look down.”

“By Chladan’s mighty right…”

There was a brief scramble before the crown was extracted from earth. It was filthy, and bent into a sort of figure eight. Some of the gems had fallen out, but it bore the symbol of the bull god clear as day. The briefest, but firmest of bro hugs was exchanged as they both grinned.

“Their Majesties shalt be ecstatic at this recovery of so dear an artifact.” Mandorallen beamed as they walked back out. “And thy assistance in this deed canst do nought but further assure the continued friendship betwix our countries.” Hettar smiled to himself, Mandorallen was practically skipping. They mounted up heading back to the stronghold.

“You can take the credit. That was sort of the point of asking you out here.” Hettar admitted. Mandorallen looked slightly aghast.

“I couldst nere deny thee thy rightful credit in so momentous an event!”

“I got what I was after in this.” Hettar shrugged.

A silence fell and Hettar could feel his friends eyes on him. The minutes seemed to drag.

“Oh!” Mandorallen said. “For what tis worth,” he pulled his horse along side Hettar’s, “I too hath felt a brotherly longing for thy company, and that of our other friends.”

“You’re sentimental.” Hettar answered.

“No worse than thou.” Mandorallen shot back.

“Race you.”

“Only if thou wilt promise to not use thy power.”

“You’re on.”