#igni ferroque

[i-dont-read]

my March & April 2023 book ratings

# of books read: 4

Igni Ferroque (Tennebrose #2) by Ashlyn Drewek ★★★★★

False Start (Playing for Keeps #2) by Riley Hart & Neve Wilder ★★★★☆

Defying Logic (Valor and Doyle Mysteries #5) by Nicky James ★★★★☆

Bewitched (Bewitched #1) by Laura Thalassa ★★★★☆

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Garry Gary Beers INXS bassist performance video. "Shine Like The Sun" rock song by Igni Ferroque.

INXS, Garry Gary Beers, Igni Ferroque, Shine like the sun, Richard Blank,Costa Rica's Call Center, Outsourcing, Telemarketing Call Centre, BPO, Nearshore Contact Center, Sales, Entrepreneur, B2B, Business, Podcast, Gamification,rock n roll, music

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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

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Maedhros & Rog board for @outofangband! Happy Birthday!!

this board was a fun thing to work on, especially because i didn't think of this dynamic a lot

"Igni ferroque" is a Latin phrase meaning "with fire and iron", and I find it extremely fitting for them. Maedhros is often associated with fire and Rog is a skilled smith; but "fire and iron" also means a warfare technique called "burned ground", which fits them since they are both fierce warriors.

(I don't know how they met and how they grew close, but I think it's a relationship both of them find comfort in. They go for horse rides and hunt. Maedhros reads while Rog makes his hair into braids, weaving beads in them. Maybe they spend long sessions over chess, simply enjoying the company - they don't need a lot of words to understand each other.)

Happy Birthday! Wish you all the best in the new year :D

[shrimps-4-swords]

Inspired by Igni Ferroque by @replicafatale

(specifically This Bit:)

Ash can’t help but linger on the image. Static flickers at the edges of her vision, encroaching more, more, until: the woman on the card changes. Her hair runs red, her robe looks more like a hospital gown. Her wings shrink, because she’s not an angel anymore. She is moral, fastened to a bed, and the cups no longer hold water. They hold blood.

Laying down, the woman is no longer able to keep the fluid in balance, causing it to spill. It seeps over her chest, her abdomen, dripping down the edges of the bed. The woman’s face is her face, contorted in pain, and—

[giorgiobertozzi]

“Igni ferroque”  è una locuzione latina che letteralmente significa "col fuoco e col ferro” per indicare la violenza  con cui in guerra si distrugge.

[rusame-bigbang]

INDEX OF WORKS

Here’s the works we have gathered for this RUSAMEBIGBANG!

Thank you all for your participation and patience.

Hardships of a Harried Housekeep (M rated)

Summary:  Alfred thought this was going to be a routine mission, like the ones he normally pulled off for his intelligence agencies when they couldn’t risk anyone else. He was going to go in, integrate himself with the target’s staff, get the information, and leave. It was an absolutely normal job. Except, of course, for the dress he was going to be wearing the entire time. But that was ok, that was perfectly fine - it wasn’t like anyone was going to know he was a guy, and hey, no one he knew was ever going to see him in a maid’s outfit, so yeah, he was totally fine with this. Enter a bored Ivan on a mission, a perverted, grab-happy target, a sympathetic staff, and it’s far from the month that Alfred was expecting. What did he do to deserve this?

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The Last to Fall (M rated)

Summary: Alfred faces the consequences of the Cold War. All is never truly lost, though, is it? The future soldiers on."Poetic, he thought. Ashes and memory; and him, holding the lighter. If only Ivan had been there to see him. He would have been proud."

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Save a Prayer

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Stardust

Summary:  Space was never meant to be an easy task- Ivan knew it would be a one-trip mission. He was supposed to land on Galaxy 618KZL and complete his mission. If lucky, he would live his final days in blissful solitude. Instead, his ship crashes on a planet and he is befriended by Alfred, one of the locals. Alfred helps hide Ivan from the rest of the population, and maybe they fall a little in love.

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Ivan’s Fall

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Igni Ferroque

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Dancing in the Dark

Summary:  Alfred liked his job. Really, he did. He had been working for the Edelstein’s since he was in high school. Even now that he had a ‘real job’ he would still work at the couple’s small business. It was fairly easy, Tuesday through Saturday night, three weeks at a time. And all he had to do was help correct couple’s postures so Roderich and Elizaveta could demonstrate the dance. Easy peasy. Until now. He didn’t believe it was truly impossible for someone to learn ballroom dancing until he met Ivan.

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The Quest of a Prince

Summary:  Before a prince or a princess can be crowned, they are gifted a quest from the goddess of fate. Only when they succeed will they be deemed fit to rule. Price Ivan's quest is to journey across the Frozen Sea to the Forest of Ice until a being, more beautiful than the goddess of beauty themself, gives him an item more valuable than gold. Kingdom AU. Merman!Alfred and Prince!Ivan

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This will be updated as soon as the people finish their work and the index will be on the page always available for all to access when they wish.

Thank you all!

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Title: a constellation of blood drops

Summary: Tekkadan decides to salvage Gaelio’s mobile suit for spare parts; turns out that the most useful one is the pilot. To the dismay of everyone involved.

III.   igni ferroque (with fire and iron)

Human Debris, Gaelio has learned, do not age as normal humans do. The lack of nourishment in childhood stays with them well into their teenage years; he has learned that over half of Tekkadan, Miss Atra and Mikazuki included, are older than they look, their bodies underdeveloped thanks to their early years of starvation. On the other hand, they mature quickly, eyes of soldiers, of killers, of jaded, cynical beings that have been made withstand the worst abuse humanity has to offer just to survive another day.

Gaelio doesn’t volunteer to go to Earth after the bomb incident because he thinks these children can’t handle it, but because he knows they are in over their heads, lacking vital experience in the world of politics, military command and subtle manipulation, and though they have people like Akihiro and Mikazuki, who are strong enough to make their own way walls be damned, and Merribit and Naze providing support and information, as well as the unfailing leadership and charisma of Orga Itsuka, they are all stuck in Mars, and the Earth branch needs someone who is able to see through the lies and scheming they will surely be subjected to now that they have made themselves targets.

Additionally, and even McGillis acknowledges this, should he be captured or cornered by Gjallarhorn, he could very well play the card of spying on Tekkadan under McGillis orders. An undercover mission so dangerous that only a handful of people knew about and that required him to take such drastic measures as faking his death.

Gjallarhorn’s upper crust would love his devotion; he can already name three to four medals he would be offered for such services.

Still, he goes. They are children, no matter how he looks at it, and they need a responsible adult, so he might as well.

★

It’s a good thing he does; as soon as he arrives he has to face a traitor playing keeper in the Communication Room. It should be funny how unsurprising it is, how clichéd: a grown man taking advantage of these children still hoping against hope for the best. But he just feels hollow; it feels like an out of body experience as he interrogates the man, first with pleasantries and then with the cracking of bones under his deft fingers. Betrayal, he has come to discover, leaves a bitter taste in his mouth and it’s a cold comfort to be able to blame it all on McGillis.

He wants to hate the onslaught of pity he feels for these children that have placed their trust in someone they shouldn’t have, as he had done.

He shoots the man instead.

He wouldn’t call it kindness; trying to spare them the pain is as much for his own sake than for theirs. He cannot, in good conscience, shoot McGillis, but this, this helps. He doesn’t wonder what that says about him, he’d rather not know.

★

He lays his own trap, lies in wait until Galan Mossa falls in it and has the good sense of shooting him twice in the head before the man can do any more damage. Tekkadan’s mice are a bit horrified at this, but it’s hard to tell if it’s because he just killed two persons they had been working with and trusted or because they had trusted these people who turned out to be using them. Gaelio doesn’t want to deal with either, so he just assigns himself the task of retrieving Mossa’s EB-04 Geirail. It’s just his luck that the machine turns out to be a goldmine of dirt on Rustal Elion, head of the Elion family, commander of the Arianrhod Fleet and, if the information on the computer is in any way accurate (and he has no reason to believe it isn’t) an all-around bastard. Gaelio finds it disappointing how little it surprises him. He supposes that it will be difficult to top the stunt McGillis pulled against him and Catra, something like this is nothing. Nothing but disappointing and draining. Perhaps the Seven Star Families should do everyone a favor and drop dead were they stand.

Still, he manages to breathe through the wave of anger he feels churning his stomach and he sends every bit of information he can find to Merribit first and then to McGillis; he doesn’t even bother to use a secure channel, if all of this leaks, even better.

Takkadan walks out squeaky clean from this conflict and even manages to add another mobile suit to their growing collection; and he gets a few nods of approval from them and even a nod from Aston, of all people.

If he ignores the taste of bile in his mouth and the way he has to will his hands to stop shaking, he could even call this whole missions a success.

★

Later, much, much later, after the conflict has been officially resolved and McGillis and the mask he wears have received the accolades they do not deserve and thrown their scraps at Tekkadan as payment, he lets Mikazuki hold him for a long time. Lets him, and god, he doesn’t want to know what made him do it this time. He doesn’t want to imagine what he must have looked like, bitter or wild-eyed or hollow or haunted enough to make Mikazuki think he needed it. Needed it enough to not even give him the courtesy of waiting until they were alone, to just make a beeline for him after climbing down Barbatos and wrapping his arm around him in what should be a mockery of a hug and is instead a heartfelt gesture. It should pain him, the humiliation of needing whatever reassurance or comfort he can derive of that, but the rest of Tekkadan are considerate enough to pretend they are too busy doing damage control and receiving whatever reports Takaki and the others have decided to provide them to notice Gaelio sinking to the floor on his knees, clutching Mikazuki a little too desperately in his arms.

Mikazuki doesn’t care if they have an audience; he just keeps patting his head with his good arm until Gaelio feels like he can breathe again.

★

It was a matter of time, he supposes. Now that he has proven that he would follow McGillis despite what he has done to him, and what little Gaelio knows he plans to do, it was only a matter of time until McGillis decided he was trustworthy enough to learn his reasons.

And Gaelio had known that Gjallarhorn had become a corrupt institution, the rot penetrating to the marrow of its bones, but he hadn’t know what that corruption had allowed men like Iznario Fareed to do without fear of judgment or repercussion.

It does not justify what McGillis has done, does not exempt him from the crimes he has committed, but it explains so much. So much on how his tortuous mind works, how far he’s willing to go, how deep in blood he would immerse himself to achieve his goals.

(“I promised Almiria I would make the world a safer place for her,” he says and Gaelio’s heart breaks and breaks and breaks, torn between love and hate and despair.)

He hides in his room after that, cries so hard and for so long that he makes himself sick; keeps on crying until Mikazuki enters his room, tablet in hand for the writing lessons he had promised and forgotten about.

He cries even as Mikazuki wraps himself around him, his tablet forgotten, and he encircles both arms around the boy in turn, squeezing to what he is sure is a painful point.

He cries until Mikazuki grabs him by the face and kisses him.

It’s a clumsy thing, a collision of lips and teeth lacking any semblance of finesse, and it steals the breath, the heart, out of him.

(He will blame McGillis for this, too.)

★

He doesn’t know how anyone finds out about that. He really doesn’t.

He didn’t say anything, he’s mostly, partially, sure that Mikazuki didn’t actually go out of his way to say anything.

Are there cameras in the room? It would make sense; he would almost praise Tekkadan for at least having the foresight to keep an eye on him while luring him into a false sense of security if the situation at hand wasn’t so utterly embarrassing.

Good grief, he doesn’t want to know who has been tasked with watching his room, he’s already too busy trying to suffocate himself to death with a pillow in the bathroom hoping to all that’s beautiful in the world that there are no cameras there.

(There are actually no cameras at all, Eugene had just jokingly asked Mikazuki if he had kissed Gaelio yet and Mikazuki had answered yes like his usual blunt, honest and lacking-all-sensibility self. The ensuing riot had at least six injured, Atra almost killed someone with a frying pan (accidentally!) and Orga nearly gave Naze a heart attack when he called him in hysterics in the middle of the night.)

★

Gaelio has no one but himself to blame for his current predicament; he should have at least suspected something was up when Ride of all people asked him to carry some boxes to an undisclosed destination. It was his own fault that Ride had all but kicked him inside still carrying said boxes, contents immediately spilling onto the floor when he found himself facing Miss Atra sitting as straight as she could, a tablet propped on the table in front of her transmitting the visage of one Kudelia Aina Bernstein, and the lock of the door clicking into place.

Given his audience, the topic of this intervention should be obvious, although he had been cautiously hoping to avoid having this conversation just yet.

“Please have a seat, Lord Baudiun,” comes Kudelia’s voice from the device’s speakers and Gaelio sits because really, what else can he do?

He’s one hundred percent prepared to assure them both of the integrity of his intentions when Atra blurts out:

“Mikazuki’s not a gold digger!”

As if the thought had ever crossed Gaelio’s mind before. He gapes at the girl. Finds a little comfort in the fact that Kudelia does too, after blushing up to her ears.

“Miss Atra!”

“He... He has to know that Mikazuki doesn’t want him for his money!”

Which is a wholly ridiculous notion, because Gaelio hasn’t had any money to his name ever since Tekkadan took him in. The salary Orga Itsuka and Merribit conspired on slipping under his door does most definitely not count, because that usually ends up in Ride and the other children’s hands. As if Gaelio would stoop so low as to take money from people who need it far more than he does when he’s already been provided with food and shelter.

It occurs to him that he’s still gaping and his silence could easily be misconstrued as a negative reaction. He clears his throat.

“Um, I know?” is what comes out of his mouth, because Gaelio is an absolute disaster and getting steadily worse by the minute.

“Oh!” At least Atra seems content with that answer. “Good! I was worried that you thought badly of him, since Mikazuki isn’t the best with... people...”

Kudelia nods emphatically.

“He really isn’t! But—but he shows he cares in his own way!”

“Yes! Like when he kissed you!”

“Miss Atra!”

And because Gaelio is obviously set on a path of self-destruction, he blurts out, as gracelessly as he can:

“You too?!”

The shrieks that follow his verbal suicide keep his ears ringing for a good while after that.

But anyway, long story short, after what he’s not sure would classify as a shovel talk, and some utterly embarrassing discussion of logistics that he’d rather die than talk to McGillis about, he leaves the room utterly baffled and with the promise of his very own bracelet as soon as Atra has some time to make it, promise!

(Hours later, Ride has to coax him out the kitchen after Gaelio suffers a mild breakdown and decides to ask the industrial refrigerator what is his life? The machine offers him no reasonable answer.)

★

He pointedly ignores the looks he receives from the members of Tekkadan that have shown some common sense; he walks with his back straight and his chin up, and if someone, anyone, says anything, he’s going to punch their teeth in. He’s not even going to question it.

He has suffered enough, he has lost enough, this one thing (that he doesn’t even know what it is, that he doesn’t even know if it is his) is not something he can afford to risk being taken from him, whatever it is, whatever it means.

He doubts Mikazuki himself is aware that there is a thing, that he has (unknowingly, unthinkingly, accidentally) given something to Gaelio, but it doesn’t matter.

It might be small, but it’s a bright, warm spot in his chest. Something filling a husk he thought had been emptied out.

He’s not going to question it. He’s just going to keep it, Mars and Earth and everything in between be damned.

★

It’s late at night and Gaelio is sitting in a pitch-black corridor with his head in his hands when he questions his existence and the universe’s sense of humor again.

He supposes one could technically call it spying, as Merribit’s warning to Orga was most likely not meant for his ears, but really, it was just his luck, being at the right place at the right time. And, granted, it takes some time and cajoling and showing far more of his hand than he is comfortable with, but in the end he convinces her to set up a private meeting between himself and McMurdo. His negotiation skills are certainly improving under the perpetual clusterfuck that Tekkadan seems to be stuck in, at least.

Naze and the Turbines are a liability; not because they don’t make good allies, but because things being what they are, if something were to happen to them, Gaelio has no doubt that Orga would do something decidedly stupid. Better to keep them out of harm’s way until they can make full use of their resources.

McMurdo laughs at him, but he smirks and accepts the deal Gaelio has proposed. He’ll keep Naze and his entourage away from Tekkadan until he figures out a way in which this whole familial relationship doesn’t blow up in their faces or the situation gets dire enough that they need their assistance. In the end it’s nothing but borrowed time, and they both know it, but at least is something.

One thing less to worry about, about a million more to go, he thinks.

Sometimes (okay, most of the time), I get embarrassed just thinking about this thing and how little sense it makes, but then I remember that this is supposed my super indulgent, shameless fix-fic and all is well with the world.

[softlydivine]

⋉Latin phrases for Incantations⋊

List of Latin phrases to use as incantations <Credit to @mothmaam>

ab intra - from within

ab origine - from the source

absit iniuria - “let insult be absent”

absit invidia - “let envy be absent”

absit omen - “let omens be absent”

ab uno disce omnes - from one, learn all.

abyssus abyssum invocat - deep calleth unto deep

a capite ad calcem - from head to heel

acta non verba - actions not words

ad altiora tendo - “I strive to higher things”

ad astra - to the stars

ad fontes - to the sources

ad meliora - towards better things

ad oculos - to the eyes

ad undas - to the waves

ad victoriam - to victory

adsum - I am here

a fortiori - from the stronger/from strength

a mari usque ad mare - from sea to sea

audeamus - let us dare

audentes fortuna iuvat - fortune favors the bold

audi, vide, tace - hear, see, be silent

beatae memoriae - of blessed memory

bona fide - in good faith

bono malum superate - overcome evil with good

capax infiniti - holding the infinite

carpe diem - seize the day

carpe noctem - seize the night

cave - beware

ceteris paribus - all other things being equal

circa - around

citius, altius, fortius - faster, higher, stronger

clavis aurea - golden key

cogito ergo sum - I think, therefor I am

compos mentis - in control of the mind

concilio et labore - by wisdom and effort

concordia cum veritate - in harmony with truth

concordia salus - well-being through harmony

coniunctis viribus - with connected strength

consummatum est - it is complete

corruptus in extremis - corrupt to the extreme

crescit eundo - it grows as it goes

de novo - from the new

de profundis - from the depths

dies irae - day of wrath

dona nobis pacem - give us peace

ego te provoco - I challenge you

esse est percipi - to be is to be perceived  

esse quam videri - to be, rather than to seem

esto quod es - be what you are

ex animo - from the soul

ex luna scientia - from the moon, knowledge

ex scientia tridens - from knowledge, sea power

ex silentio - from silence

ex undis - from the waves of the sea

experientia docet - experience teaches

fac et spera - do and hope

fac fortia et patere - do brave deed and endure

faciam quodlibet quod necesse est - I’ll do whatever it takes

faciam ut mei memineris - I’ll make you remember me

facta, non verba - deeds, not words

fortis et liber - strong and free

fortis in arduis - strong in difficulties

gloriosus et liber - glorious and free

hic abundant leones - here lions abound

hic et nunc - here and now

hic sunt dracones - here there are dragons

hinc illae lacrimae - hence those tears

hinc itur ad astra - from here the way leads to the stars

igni ferroque - with fire and iron

in memoriam - into the memory

in nocte consilium - advice comes over night

libra - balance

littera scripta manet - the written words endure

locus standi - a right to stand

luceo non uro - I shine, not burn

luctor et emergo - I struggle and emerge

mare liberum - free sea

memento vivere - remember to live

more ferarum - like beasts

natura non contristatur - nature is not saddened

nec spe, nec metu - without hope, without fear

noli me tangere - do not touch me

ophidia in herba - a snake in the grass

pro se - for oneself

propria manu - by one’s own hand

quaere - to seek

quod abundat non obstat - what is abundant does not hinder

resurgam - I shall arise

semper ad meliora - always towards better things

semper anticus - always forward

semper apertus - always open

semper fortis - always brave

semper liber - always free

stet - let it stand

tuebor - I will protect

vera causa - true cause

[i-dont-read]

my top 10 books i read in 2023

2019 top 10

2020 top 5

2021 top 10

2022 top 10

#1 Unlucky Like Us (Like Us #12) by Krista & Becca Ritchie

New Adult Romance

Bodyguard/Client

#2 Caught Stealing (Leighton U #2) by CE Ricci

New Adult MM Romance

Enemies-to-Lovers

#3 Igni Ferroque (Tennebrose #2) by Ashlyn Drewek

New Adult MM PNR

Paranormal Creatures (Witches, Demons, Angels, etc.)

#4 A Soul of Ash and Blood (Blood and Ash #5) by Jennifer L. Armentrout

Adult/New Adult Fantasy Romance

Paranormal Creatures (Vampires, Gods, etc.)

#5 A Fire in the Flesh (Flesh and Fire #3) by Jennifer L. Armentrout

Adult/New Adult Fantasy Romance

Paranormal Creatures (Vampires, Gods, etc.)

#6 Collided (LSU series standalone) by Becca Steele

New Adult MM Romance

Stepbrothers / Enemies-to-Lovers

#7 The Pretty Boy vs The Bad Boy (On The Track #1) by Nicole Dykes

New Adult MM Sports Romance

Rivals-to-Lovers (NASCAR)

#8 Reckless (Unlucky 13 #12) by Becca Steele

New Adult MM Sports Romance

Rivals-to-Lovers (Professional English Football Players)

#9 The Muse (Angels and Demons #2) by Emma Scott

New Adult MM PNR

Paranormal Creatures (Angels, Demons, etc.)

#10 Garron Park (From Nothing #1) by Nordika Night

New Adult MM Romance

Rivals-to-Lovers

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Igni Ferroque

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The woman he was addressing was a captain, mounted upon a horse that was just as angry and faceless as she was. None of her men and women seemed to care that Mahoney was there, moving around him like water diverting from a stone in the river.

Rain continued to pelt them in sheets. The damned sky hadn’t cleared since three days ago and the ground had become too soft for the tanks. Hooves and foot borne armor had far better luck. Behind them, the trenches the Korpsman had been trying to construct started to slough inward again. Annoyed, many had simply abandon the project and moved on to better ground.

The only comfort was the distant boom of earth shaker canons. The glorious roar of the artillery was a balm to any Krieger, to the point where 24 grunted in pleasure when she noticed a round had scored a direct hit on the alien fortress still miles ahead of them.

Finally, she stilled her agitated horse and addressed the man directly. “Hmph, I wasn’t aware we could be classified as Nightlord excrement.” The retorting joke was caustic, but uttered with a rough little giggle of her own. “But my thanks. Now if only that fortress could be cracked open with such a hammer. But where’s the fun in that? Long ass wars are our specialty, my lord.”

"Long?” He drummed his fingers again, mouthing numbers as his focus drifted into empty space.  He watched the scenario play out in mathematics, ending only when one side had reached the finality of zero. “Not by the Legion’s standard.” He grunted, jutting his jaw at the fortress. “A year and a half, at most.”

The servos of his armor growled as he turned and a flat toothed grin spread across his face. “I would inspect your men’s work, Captain. Walk with me.” He insisted, his wide feet sinking inches into the muck as the Warsmith turned his attention to the tunnels and trenches.

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igni ferroque

by seraf

( with fire and iron; describing scorched earth tactics )

in his endeavors to escape the spiral, mike crew spends a period of time with the cult of the lightless flame.

an exploration of why jude has mike's home address and contact information in mag089.

Words: 538, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Magnus Archives (Podcast)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Gen

Characters: Michael "Mike" Crew, Jude Perry, The Desolation (The Magnus Archives), The Vast (The Magnus Archives)

Relationships: Michael "Mike" Crew & Jude Perry

Additional Tags: gay lesbian solidarity but like evil, Burns, Friendship, Deleted Scenes, Pre-Canon, Introspection, Character Study, talking about eldritch entities like you're in love with them, Arson, Canon Compliant

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/23511376

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Latin phrases to use as incantations.

This is gonna be a long list.

ab intra - from within

ab origine - from the source

absit iniuria - “let insult be absent”

absit invidia - “let envy be absent”

absit omen - “let omens be absent”

ab uno disce omnes - from one, learn all.

abyssus abyssum invocat - deep calleth unto deep

a capite ad calcem - from head to heel

acta non verba - actions not words

ad altiora tendo - “I strive to higher things”

ad astra - to the stars

ad fontes - to the sources

ad meliora - towards better things

ad oculos - to the eyes

ad undas - to the waves

ad victoriam - to victory

adsum - I am here

a fortiori - from the stronger/from strength

a mari usque ad mare - from sea to sea

audeamus - let us dare

audentes fortuna iuvat - fortune favors the bold

audi, vide, tace - hear, see, be silent

beatae memoriae - of blessed memory

bona fide - in good faith

bono malum superate - overcome evil with good

capax infiniti - holding the infinite

carpe diem - seize the day

carpe noctem - seize the night

cave - beware

ceteris paribus - all other things being equal

circa - around

citius, altius, fortius - faster, higher, stronger

clavis aurea - golden key

cogito ergo sum - I think, therefor I am

compos mentis - in control of the mind

concilio et labore - by wisdom and effort

concordia cum veritate - in harmony with truth

concordia salus - well-being through harmony

coniunctis viribus - with connected strength

consummatum est - it is complete

corruptus in extremis - corrupt to the extreme

crescit eundo - it grows as it goes

de novo - from the new

de profundis - from the depths

dies irae - day of wrath

dona nobis pacem - give us peace

ego te provoco - I challenge you

esse est percipi - to be is to be perceived  

esse quam videri - to be, rather than to seem

esto quod es - be what you are

ex animo - from the soul

ex luna scientia - from the moon, knowledge

ex scientia tridens - from knowledge, sea power

ex silentio - from silence

ex undis - from the waves of the sea

experientia docet - experience teaches

fac et spera - do and hope

fac fortia et patere - do brave deed and endure

faciam quodlibet quod necesse est - I’ll do whatever it takes

faciam ut mei memineris - I’ll make you remember me

facta, non verba - deeds, not words

fortis et liber - strong and free

fortis in arduis - strong in difficulties

gloriosus et liber - glorious and free

hic abundant leones - here lions abound

hic et nunc - here and now

hic sunt dracones - here there are dragons

hinc illae lacrimae - hence those tears

hinc itur ad astra - from here the way leads to the stars

igni ferroque - with fire and iron

in memoriam - into the memory

in nocte consilium - advice comes over night

libra - balance

littera scripta manet - the written words endure

locus standi - a right to stand

luceo non uro - I shine, not burn

luctor et emergo - I struggle and emerge

mare liberum - free sea

memento vivere - remember to live

more ferarum - like beasts

natura non contristatur - nature is not saddened

nec spe, nec metu - without hope, without fear

noli me tangere - do not touch me

ophidia in herba - a snake in the grass

pro se - for oneself

propria manu - by one’s own hand

quaere - to seek

quod abundat non obstat - what is abundant does not hinder

resurgam - I shall arise

semper ad meliora - always towards better things

semper anticus - always forward

semper apertus - always open

semper fortis - always brave

semper liber - always free

stet - let it stand

tuebor - I will protect

vera causa - true cause

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disiecta membra

She cannot remember what she left, only the smell of saltwater breeze and a vivid orange sunset.

It was a Tuesday, she thinks, because it’s always on a Tuesday, but doesn’t to delve into the memory any further.

Her soul… has long past. She remembers, very faintly, the rub of coarse sand at the heels of her feet, and maybe the squawk of seagulls, and the idea brings a smile to her face, even if she cannot remember why.

It’s hard, some days, to think back, and listen and feel and remember as she once did, but she also gets the vague feeling of somber acceptance, and lets it fade.

Fade, as everything will.

Memories are tricky.

They can be fooled- so tangled and knotted and hidden away in the depths of a mind for so long they come out mangled and broken and changed.

She knows this, expects this, and when it happens, she isn’t surprised.

What’s odd, instead, is the still-lingering sense of dissatisfaction, prickling at her arms, her spine, her mind.

Something is missing. Something important. Something she shouldn’t have risked forgetting.

Even now.

Even… after.

She looks into dark eyes and waits for a flash of…..  that never comes.

There’s a sound missing, an absent vibration in her eardrums that just… doesn’t line up with the memories slowly eroded, rubbed out of existence.

Like a puzzle two missing pieces.

It’s okay, she tells herself. It’s okay to forget. This is what you wanted, wasn’t it?

It was…

She wanted it, remember?

No, she says sarcastically. I don’t, but I’ll trust. Enough.

She waits and waits and waits as days pass, but……

It never comes.

She keeps waiting.

She can’t remember is she was supposed to be sitting or not.

…

The thing is, as much as she accepts Forgetting and her lost memories, there’s still something else that bothers her, digging under her skin.

Almost as much as the sound and the images that still flit by from time to time when her mind is so tired…

There’s still something else.

Three things, she whispers to herself. Three things. Igni ferroque.

The phrase is familiar. The words are not.

…

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