#ivanis things

[sleepytrolls]

Ivanis ♡

Ivanis is quality time, if he acknowledges that you exist without an experimental purpose and still spends time with you ķalong with a lil gift giving) he deems you worthy.

[cherylmmbookblog]

#Blogtour Never Tell Anyone Your Name by Federico Ivanier

It’s a pleasure to take part in the Blogtour Never Tell Anyone Your Name by Federico Ivanier. About the Author Federico Ivanier is an acclaimed Uruguayan writer for young people. He has written over twenty books that have been published across Latin America. On more than one occasion, his works have been awarded the National Prize for Literature from the Uruguayan Ministry for Education and…

[intheupside]

• I already ran my Survey Says on which teammates could and couldn't survive on a deserted island but I ran it by St. Ivany after I talked with him today for fun. "From Wilkes-Barre, I'll go with Taylor Fedun," St. Ivany said on who could survive. "He's just so veteran, so smart, a Princeton grad. Here, I'd go with Gruden. I think us two together could do it."

For who could not survive, he pointed toward next-door neighbor, Joseph, who was the No. 1 answer from the rest of the team as well. "He's just a pretty boy. He can't," St. Ivany explained, as Joseph protested. St. Ivany said, "Hey, that's true! That's a compliment!" then Joseph said, "I'd rather be ugly and good at Survivor." St. Ivany reassured Joseph by saying, "I like how you are, I wouldn't change a thing about you. But I don't expect you to be good in the outdoors."

• After I spoke with Poulin today I asked him the who could/couldn't survive on a deserted island question, and it turns out P.O Joseph is still rattled over being the No. 1 pick for who couldn't handle it. "We talked about this yesterday," Poulin said of who could survive. "I think P.O is really defending his points. I'll say him because he looked pretty convinced he could survive."

As for who could not survive ... Poulin scanned the room before choosing himself.

from dkpitt

[eldritch-spouse]

Hi Pinnie. A very specific scene is playing in my head. Adelo, Ludwig, Patches, and Ivani went out on a first date with their obsession. Both of them have a great time and get absolutely hammered by the end of it. They walk her drunk asses to their obsession's house. They turn around but she shouts at them to turn around. How would they react to their obsession drunkenly flashing her tits at them as thanks for walking them home and a great night out?

TW: Dubious consent.

Adelo's straight up calling you a slut, but his voice cracks and his wings fluff, he's fooling absolutely no one. He laughs loudly, and you might want to close the door on his face or he's absolutely taking a picture. He will not let you live that down when you're sober.

Ludwig almost opens his eyes. He openly licks his teeth and whistles, then puts a hand to his zipper as if to taunt you that he's going to show you something himself, only to make you laugh. He's definitely the type to cop a feel if you seem receptive enough, but he's not taking it much further than that.

Patches chokes and loses his voice. He also just can't stop looking. He's not sure what to do, and like the socially awkward loser he is, he thanks you, says your breasts are nice- Then buries his face in his hat and does the walk of shame away because he wants the ground to swallow him.

Ivani blushes, as it's usually her doing the flashing, and you've definitely already seen her tits by now. Your drunken joy is very contagious though, so she's clapping and laughing as she flashes you hers, then bids you farewell.

Almost all of them are going to touch themselves to the memory, except Ivani, who usually only sexualizes breasts to get things in return. Yours will make something click in her eventually.

[icedbatik]

One of these things ...

From Taylor's latest Survey Say, asking about favorite athletes:

Sidney Crosby: Novak Djokovic, Roger Federer, Rafael Nadal

Marcus Pettersson: Christiano Ronaldo, Carlos Alcaraz (tennis)

Sam Poulin: Derek Jeter, Michael Jordan

Jansen Harkins: Kobe Bryant

Michael Bunting: Roger Federer

Radim Zohorna: Ronaldo, Federer, Nadal

Kris Letang: Michael Schumacher (Formula 1)

Jack St. Ivany: Kobe Bryant

Ryan Shea: Tom Brady, Rafael Nadal

Jonathan Gruden: Miguel Cabrera

Emil Bemstrom: Leo Messi

Valtteri Puustinen: Messi

Reilly Smith: Tiger Woods

Erik Karlsson: Roger Federer

John Ludvig: Steph Curry

Drew O'Connor: Eli Manning

Colin White: Tom Brady, Patty Mahomes

Rickard Rakell: Michael van Gerwen. He's a darts player, the best darts player that's ever played.

Magnus Hellberg: Zlatan Ibrahimovic (soccer)

Jake Guentzel: Tiger Woods, LeBron James. I just think what they've done is pretty remarkable. And I just look at what LeBron has done over his career, I think it's pretty unique. He reminds me of Sid. Him and Sid are kind of doing this together where they're aging like fine wine. Father Time is not really getting them. So it's pretty remarkable to watch.

Chad Ruhwedel: Kobe or Tiger

Tristan Jarry: LeBron, Michael Jordan, Kobe

Lars Eller: Hmmm ... I don't know.

Jesse Puljujarvi: Usain Bolt

Joona Koppanen: Usain Bolt

[sportsthoughts]

☕️ next season predictions!

ok in no particular order

Dubas will sign two more leafs players during the offseason that we all complain about but they turn out to be quite good and we all eat humble pie and pretend we liked them all along

Rusty scores the first goal of the season and 'in rusticles we trusticles' trends number 5 on tumblr

The powerplay won't improve until December. it will be really bad but then the spirit of Christmas will save it and it will be average from dec-end of season

Geno will take a while to reach his goal milestone but once he does he's going to go on an almost hilariously good scoring streak in the spring

The Geno/Bunts line will be a THING in the autumn. Sid will have stolen Bunts for his line by the new year.

Sid will end the season with such a thick grey streak we'll start affectionately reblogging photos of badgers and skunks and tagging them #sid <3

Geno will end the season with a full head of hair. his hair transplant will be a roaring success and Anna will come back because his new hair follicles bring all the hot ladies to the yard

EK will become the player we hoped he would be this year and will be our third highest scorer by the end of the season

jack st ivany will score an OT winner in april off a sid assist to save our butts and the sid/jack st ivany ship will take off

it will ALSO be the year that the sid/tanger ship truly takes off. you're all about to get obsessed. no this is not just my wishful thinking God told me this would happen and who are you to argue with the Lord.

pensblr will finally heal all its many divides and we shall all hold hands and live in harmony and never write mean things on the internet ever again

ask me things

[naanima]

I'm super CURIOUS about Pens offseason shenanigans. But things I would love to happen:

FIRE THE COACHING STAFF. Sully needs to go. This is NO longer a healthy relationship. This is toxic as fuck. Sully go and be free! And let us be free of you too.

RIERDEN NEEDS TO GO! DON'T CARE HOW! BUT HE NEEDS TO BE GONE. Our PP LOST US A PLAYOFF SPOT.

Trade POJ (I feel he would do better somewhere else) for prospects if we can. I love PO, but I think he was only meh this season.

Trade Graves (if we can, I love you Victorian Vampire but we are paying second D-core moolah and you are not delivering. Unless he and St.Ivany click super good).

Trade Smith for some returns. That would be nice. I don't know why, but he just didn't click with us.

Lock up St. Ivany, Puusty, Puljujärvi, Bem etc for a few years. They are young(ish) and are good at defence and scoring goals.

Move Sam Poulin up to the NHL proper or let the kid go free.

Overall, start playing some of our top prospects next season.

Also, I hate to say it, but TRADE JARRY FOR ALL THE RETURNS *CRIES*.

GIVE NED AN EXTENSION, and move our baby goalie up as backup, or at least let him play 20 or so games next season.

Do NOT re-sign Carter.

[toomanylegos]

I need more incorrect quotes.

Please 🙏

How can I say no to a request so polite?

Hold on, let me fetch more for you-

Kal: Hey Leo. I'm here to pick up Jude. Some things changed around and our mission got moved up.

Leo: ...what?

Kal: Jude. He said he was hanging out with you today.

Leo, growing confused: No. I called him to see if he wanted to hang out cause David said he'd be hanging out with you today, but Jude said he was busy.

Kal, suspicion: ...David said he was with me?

Leo: Yeah. So, I would like to know what the plum fuck is going on.

Kal, sinking realization: ...has Jude or David said anything about a "research project" lately?

Leo, letting terrible realization roll over him: ......

Leo: oh sweet Mary mother of God

-

Jude: Alright, how many of those private messaging forums have you gotten into?

David, glasses glinting in mischief: All of them

Jude, smirking devilishly: Oh-hohoho this is going to be beautif-

Leo, busting into the room: ARE YOU TWO HACKING INTO GOVERNMENT FILES AGAIN!?

Jude: Leo, listen! Corruption needs to be uncovered! The people need to know!

David: Justice must be served!

Leo, in a panic over being on a watch list now: THIS IS ILLEGAL!! THIS IS SO MANY LEVELS OF ILLEGAL!!!

Jude, releasing dubious government files: PUBLIC CONDEMNATION!!!

David, popping champagne: JUSTICE!!!

Give me a moment, I have another one in the back

Elizabeth: Fine, but we're having salad for dinner.

Alexander, disappointed: But Ivani said we're having burgers.

Elizabeth: If Ivani jumped off a cliff, would you?

Alexander: [dead staring at the middle distance in deep thought]

Elizabeth, in shock: Alexander!

Alexander, stuttering like mad: I- uh- well-

Alexander: I mean it depends!

Elizabeth, scoldingly: Don't! Jump off! A cliff!

Alexander: Well I wasn't planning on it...

Elizabeth: But if Ivani jumped you would?!

Alexander: [EVEN HARDER STARE AT THE MIDDLE DISTANCE]

Elizabeth, shock x2: ALEXANDER!!!

Aaaaaand one more as a treat! 😘

Alice: Hi! Welcome to Applebee's! Would you like apples or bees? : )

Phoenix, hesitantly: B-Bees?

Alice: SHE HAS SELECTED THE BEES

Phoenix: Wa-Wait-

Alexei & Catherine, walking in with a jar of bees: >:)

Phoenix, in horror: WAIT-

[shark-draws-stuff]

The Shark Dynasty

Ah yes, it’s time for the freaktale creator to share his odd original project about family and stuff. This series is still in the story writing stage but I feel I can share what I had in mind!

Here are the characters!

Sky Akula 

Sky is a father of 8 who spends to much time at work, though he wants to spend time with his family more... he’s got secrets I think.

Adhira Akula

Adhira is a surprisingly nerdy lady, however she can turn serious mode when the situation calls!

Wolfgang Akula

Wolfgang is the oldest child of Sky and Adhira, he’s been through stuff and doesn’t trust many people.

Anna Akula

Anna is a outgoing cheerful young lady who can kick ass if needed, oh she’s also lesbian!

William Akula

Will is likes punk, he’s a family man and looks out for his family, he’s got a big group of friends, though they aren’t the best group.

Alyssa and Brianna Akula

Alyssa and Brianna are conjoined twins, Alyssa is a tomboy who’s energetic and loving! Her sister Brianna is more lady like and quiet.

Micheal Akula

Micheal is a shy boy who needs to work on his confidence.

Gillian Akula

Gillian is a smart young girl who loves dinosaurs, bugs and comics. she’s very close with her younger brother.

Finn Akula

Finn is a gamer, he’s kind hearted unlike most however.

Terry Akula

Terry is the relatable pet everyone loves.

Ivany and Everest Akula

Ivany and Everest are sky’s nieces, Ivany is very sweet, caring and enjoys a lot of things, her sister Everest is more shy and reserved, they are both extremely close, so much so they can fuse together like Alyssa and Brianna, why? gains powers!

And that's all the characters you need to know about for now :P

[curlygirl79]

Never Tell Anyone Your Name - Federico Ivanier

I am joining the blog tour for the small but perfectly formed Never Tell Anyone Your Name by Federico Ivanier today. Many thanks to Federico and Hope Road Publishing for providing me with a copy of the book, and to Anne Cater at Random Things Tours for inviting me to be a part of the tour. BLURB: Travelling between France and Spain, a 16 year-old-boy is marooned in on the Spanish border, in the…

[workingforitallthetime]

what makes a birthday party better? nolan moyle of course.

[sleepytrolls]

♫♫♫ Toni and Ivy

Can’t Take My Eyes Off You - Frankie Valli

When the Going Gets Tough - The Spongebob Musical

[thedeliverygod]

@ivani-oakendawn yeah I kinda went through the same thing with cardcaptor sakura a few years ago when I finally watched the whole series (I had seen some of the episodes in Japanese that were excluded from the dub but not all of them since the internet was a bby at the time)

[thestalkerbunny]

God of Magic, Tradition  and Wizardy, Ivani

Ivani is the god prayed to by even the most agnostic of wizards and mages before doing anything risky, the prayer usually going 'Ivani please fucking let this work'. She is often depicted as a wild free thinking risk taker who tamed some of the primordial magic that came from the abyss the gods were birthed from. But well........

Ivani is perfection, she is a defined straight line, there are rules, there are codes, there are levels of conduct to be used and done and anything that deviates from that line of thinking is obviously WRONG. Although she is the one who tamed primordial magic-she also beat it down to break under her will, making much modern wizard magic a watered down weaker version of what it could be. She is credited most of the time for bringing true magic into the world; creating both the elemental races and teaching mortal kind how to become Wizards. Ivani's symbol decorates only the most prestigious of magic collages. She is the deity of tradition, following the path of the ancestors that have been laid down for you which is basically the paths SHE laid down for them. Ivani is like the teacher you DREAD meeting with when she demands to see you after class to talk about something. Ivani's festival days are exhibition days for wizards and other schooled magic users and is a very popular day for schools of magic to hold graduation on, in hopes of her blessing. Ivani's offerings usually include custom spells young aspiring magicians present to her alter in her temple, hoping she will be pleased. It is said that Ivani will refuse to bless ‘rogue magicians’ who are not educated in HER ways

Ivani is not a fan of the fey creatures, as they are 'wild magic' created by Cybel, the Patron of  the Wild and Acacius, the Patron of Thieves brewing rocks and insects together in Cybels magic Cauldron. The fey creatures are wild and feral like Cybel and cunning and often mischievous and practice magic in a 'horrible squibbly line' rather than the need tight circles and lines she dictated. (Acacius and Cybel regard the Fey as essentially their horrible oc children and take delight in Ivani's hatred for them)

Ivani is the God who has the most disdain for the Patrons and Warlocks as she views it not as an educational relationships-but often ones of transaction and trading. She firmly believes that a mortal should be submissive to their deity and piteous in their worship-not speaking friendly with the god and acting as if they are friends or even worse-possible family. Ivani is also not a fan of Abyel who taught mortalkind Witchcraft, as that is also a very 'horrible squibbly' magic and is almost as 'bad as fey magics' She also doesn’t believe in ‘cavorting’ with mortals to make new races as many of the gods and patrons do as doing such a thing with lowly beings would be ‘as bad as fucking the house hold pet’

It is noted that Ivani has a long hateful disdain for Acacius, as they frequently take delight in tormenting Ivani. It is said that Acacius, while Ivani was sleeping, took a thousand colored needles and tattooed her bare arms with the heretical squiggly symbols of fey magic that she loathes and detests. In spite and anger, She decided to turn his first creation-which was the tabaxi and catfolk's ancestor-the common house cat into familiars for her wizards, to be bound to them and serve them. Acacius deeply loathes the fact his 'children' must be slaves to Ivani's students. There is a spell called Acacius’s Curse in Wizarding circles that is a transformation spell designed specifically by Acacius and perfected by Delor who pitied Acacius’s people’s plight. It is designed to backfire specifically turn the spell caster into a cat like being permanently, making them resemble Acacius himself.

[eldritch-spouse]

Okay, this is my first ask and it's pretty much one of those 3 am crack thoughts ask. I need to know who has bad breath out of your OCs. If you don't really feel like having to think out who has bad breath feel free to ignore this. Like I said it just randomly popped in my head like an earworm. Btw I love your blog I can't tell you how many times I've read through your stuff. Bye Bye now~

[I think I've answered more uncomfortable and out of pocket questions before, honestly. Thenk you though! I'm really happy you find the contnet good enough to come back to from time to time. :7]

First one that comes to mind is Sybastian. He's constantly tearing people and things to shreds and the mimiclings crawl in and out of his mouth often, so it's bound to not be very pleasant overall. With the help of someone like Morell though, Belo has help the mimic down and brushed his teeth/made him gargle some water.

Vinnel. It's not that he's unhygienic. He's just ill. And like many other illnesses out there, he can't quite control his breath, either because of the state his teeth are in or the acid reflux he occasionally has to deal with as his body tries to eat itself alive.

Pebble also doesn't have the most pleasant of breaths, but the difference here is that he'll brush his teeth if you ask him too, messily and out of your view, but he will.

Magus, Ivani and Glauk are likely not in the pleasant breath category, but neither is any creature that's constantly eating fish.

Obie sometimes needs to be reminded to brush his teeth after he consumes particularly foul combinations of food.

[lsbaird]

The Devil’s Luck - Preview & Date Announcements

First things first: I’m moving the book release date forward a little to mid-November. I really wanted to have it out before Halloween, and that probably would have worked in any year but this one. In order for this book to be up to my quality standards it needs a little more time with my editing team, and currently, due to unrelated events, my editing team is on fire. After the first week in November things will be back on track for them and the book. 

To apologize for the delay (and make sure I stay on the new schedule), I’m going to be previewing a chapter a week until the book’s out! So while this might not be quite the immediate diversion from, you know, everything, that I hoped it would be, diversion is still underway! 

But chasing after diversions can be dangerous when the Devil is involved, as you’ll see...

 He hadn’t expected the Devil Himself to answer.

Lord Evern Reichwyn, of Chancelion, in Easting, wasn’t even sure that he believed in such things at all. He certainly didn’t believe in them ten seconds ago. For that, Evern felt he could hardly be blamed; it was such a commonplace blasphemy that the Devil would have been hard put to answer his summonses all the time. When the cloaked stranger suddenly appeared in his game room to answer to his challenge, Evern had a moment of doubt as regards supernatural powers, but it didn’t last. He was, after all, fantastically drunk.

He felt he couldn’t be blamed for that, because it wasn’t like there was anything else to do. Chancelion had seemed a prize indeed when he won it that spring, with its fine manor house and extensive lands. The card game, an all-night affair in which everything from lands to horses to titles changed hands over the course of the night, went down in legend almost immediately. Evern swept the lot, and felt he was set for life and could ask for nothing else. The summer had been spent in jolly, raucous company with all the kinds of friends that are very easy to acquire and equally quick to vanish. And vanish they did, when the Easting countryside showed its true temper, and the hills closed in against the winter. The temperate south was the natural destination for the rich and dissolute in the colder months, and Evern’s fellow wastrels had all gone to partake in the delights of carnival season in Ivanis City or Isaldore. But Evern was lord of the Manor now, and determined to stick it out.

And so that was also how he came, on a midwinter’s night, to be alone in his game room, a number of bottles of claret for the worse, declaring aloud to nobody but his own portrait that he’d welcome the Devil Himself for a game of cards.

And at that, with no fire or brimstone or other cheap theatrics, the Devil Himself was there.

Evern boggled a moment, but only a moment. The autumn and winter had been long and lonely. He was not a man familiar with loneliness, and did not handle it well. But he was familiar with drink, and that he could handle. In fact, he’d handled a good portion of the wine cellar that very evening, and a few empty bottles clinked around his boots as he rose to welcome his guest. He had no doubt whatsoever that the tall figure in the traveling cloak and hat was a particularly vivid hallucination. He’d seen worse before.

“My dear fellow,” Evern said, sketching an untidy bow that was the final straw for his long-suffering hair ribbon, “I bid you a most warm welcome to Chancelion. Do step up to the fire, for indeed it is a bitter night.”

“I am not cold,” the Devil said, and instead it was Evern who went cold, somewhere down in his belly, at the sound of the stranger’s voice. “I come from colder climes.”

Evern started to laugh, but the stranger did not, standing there by the green tapestry settee with his cloak faintly steaming around him. Instead he turned it into a cough, and raked his straggling gold hair from his eyes. “All the same, I did offer you my hospitality, and I would hate to be seen as a poor host.”

The Devil looked at him, unanswering. It was only then that Evern got a good look at the man’s face, and saw that it was own, right off his portrait on the wall. Delirium tremens seems a little short on imagination this evening, he thought, to push away more unsettling thoughts, and he rummaged in the cut crystal mayhem of his drinks cabinet until he found a decanter of brandy. It was empty. “What shall it be, then? Dice? Darts? I’ve a simply marvelous set, mother-of pearl inlay, that I won from—”

“Cards,” The Devil said, and moved soundlessly across the carpet like a dense fog rolling down a hillside. “The game is cards, as you offered.”

“Oh, quite good,” Evern said, and found a bottle of wine that had rolled under the settee instead. “Best of three hands? What stakes? We could start with a—”

“One hand,” the Devil said, and sat down at the table. His fingers were very long and thin. “Win, and I will make you the luckiest man in Verlia. You’ll never lose another game.”

“Sounds monstrously boring,” Evern said, filling two glasses. “I’m already quite a lucky man, as you can see.”

The Devil stared at him with pale, unblinking eyes. “I see. Whatever you wish, then.”

“Against?”

“Whatever I wish.”

Evern let this slosh around in his brain a moment. There was already a good quantity of liquor sloshing around in there, and getting this new ingredient to mix in was proving troublesome. But beyond his own inebriation, he felt the first pleasant tingles of a gamble. Of course, he would win against his own imagination. He squinted at the Devil, who went in and out of focus, but showed no signs of vanishing. “Done, then!” he declared, and put the glasses on the table.

The devil smiled.

And a few minutes later, when the cards were down, he was still smiling.

“Oh, well then,” Evern said, with the faintest trace of a frown as he looked at his losing hand. It would have won against almost anything—anything except the sparkling array of aces on the Devil’s side. “Bad luck, eh?”

“Not for you,” the Devil said, and his smile split his imitation of Evern’s face clean in two. “Not ever again.”

And with that, the Devil shed his disguise.

Evern’s mind reeled, uncomprehending, at the horror before him. He staggered to his feet, to fight or to flee he did not know and never would. The creature in the other chair raised a shadowy arm and red threads of agony arrested Evern in mid-motion, lacing over and into him like cord around a witch’s poppet. Screaming, he looked again at the two hands of cards, as if that would change the outcome, and for a single second his thoughts and his vision were both utterly clear. The deck he had dealt out had a printer’s thumbprint smudge on the ace of crowns, just a little blot of ink to the left of the design. Evern knew it as well as he knew the veins on the back of his hand. But the card the Devil had played in his winning hand was clean.

Evern’s last sane thought was that the Devil had cheated.

(Come back for Chapter One on Halloween!)