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[cristinabcn]

COLOMBIA: ALCALDESA DE SANTA MARTA ACUDE INMEDIATAMENTE A FAMILIARES DE VICTIMAS DE NAVE SINIESTRADA

COLOMBIA: ALCALDESA DE SANTA MARTA ACUDE INMEDIATAMENTE A FAMILIARES DE VICTIMAS DE NAVE SINIESTRADA

COLOMBIA: MAYOR OF SANTA MARTA IMMEDIATELY RESPONDS TO FAMILIES OF VICTIMS OF WRECKED SHIP *Alcaldesa Virna Johnson hace acompañamiento a la abuelita del pequeño fallecido y demás víctimas en accidente de aeronave. Mayor Virna Johnson accompanies the grandmother of the little deceased and other victims of the plane crash. *Se pudo apreciar a la Alcaldesa Virna Johnson con su equipo, escuchando…

[thesiltverses]

A bit of a Monday surprise for you, folks. Today's episode of The Silt Verses actually ended up being so big - clocking in at very nearly two hours - that it made sense to split it up into two separate chapters, both of which we are releasing today!

(We've also turned the ads off on Chapter 42 so that anyone who wants to listen to both chapters at once doesn't have to wade through a big chunk of advertising at the one-hour mark.)

Really hope you enjoy the listen, as ever, and take care!

Chapter 41: But As My Last Breath Splits My Throat

Episode: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/chapter-41-but-as-my-last-breath-splits-my-throat/id1547222295?i=1000657666166

Transcript: https://www.thesiltverses.com/transcript-season-3-chapter-12

Episode description: As Paige's encampment continues to grow, she sets out to rescue a stranded batch of pilgrims in the polluted lands - and has an unexpected encounter at the end of a long and lonely road.

Content warnings: This episode contains a detailed car crash sequence.

This episode features: Lucille Valentine, Jimmie Yamaguchi, Ishani Kanetkar, Laurence Owen, Kale Brown and Sarah Golding, with additional voices by Madeleine Turley.

Chapter 42: I'll Wheeze Through Splintered Teeth

Episode: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/chapter-42-ill-wheeze-through-splintered-teeth/id1547222295?i=1000657666269

Transcript: https://www.thesiltverses.com/transcript-season-3-chapter-12a

Episode description:

At the river's wellspring, a prophet realises that he's come to loathe his station, his followers, his faith - and himself. In Glottage, three renegades plot to overthrow the government. Across the channel, a saint attempts to become a god.

Content warnings:

This episode contains suicidal ideation, multiple scenes of body horror, and murderous infants.

This episode features:

B. Narr, H.R. Owen, Alex Nursall, Rhys Lawton, Erika Sanderson, Méabh de Brún, Sarah Griffin, Jimmie Yamaguchi, Marta da Silva, and William A. Wellman.

Additional voices by Gabriel Robinson, David Ault, Lou Sutcliffe, AJ Fidalgo, Erika Sanderson, Kale Brown, Jesse Syratt, and Rae Lundberg.

[changingplumbob]

Romero Household: Chapter 1, Part 4

Dia de los Muertos wraps up and we visit our friendly neighbourhood infants!

CW: Discussions of death

Marta’s first language is Spanish so she is teaching Keira (and me) some common Spanish phrases/words Abuelo/Abuela: Grandfather/Grandmother Ay dios mio: omg equivalent Buenas noches: Good evening / Good night Carino: Term of endearment for a loved one Cuídate!: Take care De nada!: You’re welcome/no problem Lo siento: Sorry Padre: Father Por favor: Please Si: Yes Te amo: I love you

With the departure of the Fosters leaving the couple alone, Marta has broken out the face paint to adorn her and Keira. It’s another way of honouring their ancestors.

Marta: Hold still por favor

Keira: I am holding still

Marta: Shhhh, moving your lips counts

Keira: Why didn't we do this before dinner

Marta: I haven't done it for ages so I'm not sure I'm good anymore. I didn't want the dinner thrown apart by focus on my lack of painting skill. Just one more line… there! All done, I’ll take a picture to show you

Keira: Wow this looks great! You’re really going all out this year

Marta: *sighs* I felt bad for all those years Liam didn’t let me make one

Keira: I should have done more than kick his ass

Marta: Carino violence solves nothing. He's in prison for now, let's not think of him

Keira: I’m sorry we didn’t make one at Alexander’s house, I didn’t realise what it meant

Marta: De nada. I didn’t say to you, how could you know

Keira: I suppose. But don’t let us miss it again

Marta: Si. I promise

Keira: Do you… do you think they would have liked me

Marta: I know they’re happy I’m happy but si. Padre would be happy you're active, he was to. And mama would love to talk to you about the ocean life

Keira: You think

Marta: Si. Being so close to the ocean was what she loved about Cuba. She missed it when we moved to Texas

Keira: Well I’m glad you left for Windenburg. Even though it was because…

Marta: Everyone was gone? I didn’t have to leave after padre and mama died. I had the community still but I felt alone. I don’t feel alone anymore

Keira: I’m so glad I worked up the nerve to propose

Marta: *giggles* It’s good you did or I would have had to do something extremely romantic

Keira: I mean… you could still do something extremely romantic if you wanted?

Marta: Maybe I’m saving it for the honeymoon

Keira: Can I get a preview

The two embrace on the sofa, feeling warm and fulfilled.

Abuelo Manuel: Did you see Rafael? She cooked the chimi to perfection. Remembered what we taught her

Padre Rafael: Si padre, she did a good job

Abuela Maria: Will you two shush, I’m trying to listen

Manuel: Corazon I think their conversation is finished

Mama Aymee: *sniffles* She looks so happy and grown up

Rafael: Ay dios mio, you’ll make me cry mi vida

Aymee: Lo siento. I just… we didn’t see our daughter for so long

Maria: You heard what that fiancé said, she’ll make sure Marta does the ofrenda now. She’s a keeper

Manuel: Do you think there will be a new generation next time we visit

Aymee: That would be nice *sniffles* even if would make me cry

Keira: The place definitely feels full when everyone is here, I thought we got a big unit

Marta: We did, people just fill it well

Keira: Am I meant to feel like I’m being watched

Marta: You’re meant to feel loved. I always want you to feel loved

Keira: I feel loved whenever I look in your eyes. Shall we go to bed

Marta: Si, I’ll just say buenas noches to everyone

Keira: We can leave the ofrenda up longer than tomorrow morning if you like

Marta: No. They’ll all be back in the forever save by then

Maria: Are you snooping

Manuel: No! I can’t snoop on what is out in the open, can I?

Rafael: I’m happy she’s still got these photos

Aymee: Liam didn’t take everything from her

Rafael: If I was still alive-

Manuel: There’s no point thinking about what we can’t do

Maria: She’ll be bueno

Rafael: Mi vida, it’s time to go

Aymee: Can’t I just watch her for another five minutes

Manuel: Dawn is coming, we must get back

Aymee: Buenas noches Marta, I leave all my love with you, te amo

In the morning Marta returns the living/dining room to its normal layout while Keira is on laundry duty. Taking their clothes to the shared laundry she wonders why so many people have left their washing in the machines. Being a helpful sim, she moves stuff to the dryers. Fingers crossed none of the clothes shrink!

Marta has harvested what she can from the garden and is singing to herself when Keira walks past in her work clothes.

Marta: Ay dios mio, is it 8am already?

Keira: Si. Te amo sweetheart

Marta: Te amo! Cuídate! Where did I leave my work gear?

Luckily she’s only a few minutes late to the local coffee shop, the perks of a quick commute. After an uneventful shift, where she mostly daydreamed about the upcoming wedding, she gets back home and hangs the washed clothes on the line. When Keira arrives back they go see the Staples.

Here Oli and Vernon are on the move! Marta scoops up Oli while Keira chats.

Marta: Do you want to hold him carino

Keira: Uhh, what if I break him

Margarita: You won’t, he’s sturdy

Marta passes over Oli, giving his tummy a cheerful tickle on the way.

Marta: You hold him for a bit, I’m going to play with Vernon

Keira: Okay but-

Marta: Who’s adorable Vernon? Is it you?

Keira: Sorry if we’re pushing in

Stefan: Don’t be silly. With two infants any helping hands are good

Keira: I think this is part of her plan to convince me to have kids sooner

Margarita: *laughs* I have to say she’s doing pretty well with Vernon, I love it when they laugh

Keira: Uh, anyway, we were wondering, since you’re a baker on the side Stefan, would you consider making our wedding cake?

Stefan: Sure thing! I have a free day tomorrow. Any special requests?

Keira: I think she said she’d like a pink one

Margarita: We had a pink wedding cake!

Stefan: Here, I’ll take him off your hands

Keira: Gracias

To her surprise Keira feels sad giving the infant back, especially as he smiles and giggles at her. Marta’s plan might be working.

Keira: Marta, sweetheart, time for dinner

Marta: Si, coming. Gracias for having us

Margarita: It was lovely to see people who can talk back

The whole group laugh as Stefan puts Oli on the playmat. Let me tell you, he is not happy our sims are leaving. After bursting into tears he glares angrily at his parents while we leave.

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[eva-knits12]

Meeting Harlan

Trigger warning: twin babies, Ransom Drysdale, multiple sclerosis, chronic illness, fluff

Summary: Harlan meets his great-grandchildren

The diaper bag was all packed with plenty of wipes, plenty of diapers, plenty of books, plenty of toys, and plenty of bottles with your pumped milk. You were sitting in the passenger's seat of the Lexus, peacefully napping. Harlan and Katherine were in their infant seats, peacefully sleeping. To say you were tired lately was an understatement. You were exhausted, and so was Ransom. Taking care of the twins was a 24/7 job, with thankless hours, thankless pay, and the days and nights were long. The twins slept for most of the time, but it seemed that every few hours, they needed a feeding, a change, or they just wanted to be held. You and Ransom couldn't be any happier, though.

Ransom was driving, and you were on your way to see Harlan. He wanted to meet his great grandchildren, and since it was a nice day that wasn't too hot or too cold, it was a nice day. It was Tuesday, and it was getting closer to the spring.

"Marta, go make sure that the door is unlocked," said Harlan.

"Of course, Harlan," said Marta.

Marta unlocked the front door, and went into the kitchen to pull out the crudites, and she got out the charcuterie board. She got out some glasses, and made sure to have bottles of water in the fridge. She started the coffee, and checked the fridge to make sure that the cold cuts and the cheese was okay. She wasn't ready to set them out yet, so she set the bread out, and set out some plates.

Eventually, you and Ransom arrive at Harlan's house. He knocks, and Harlan opens the door.

Ransom brings in the Harlan and Katherine, and then he unloads you from the car, and puts you in your wheelchair. You get some exercise with the walker and the cane by getting up and walking around every once in a while. This is just easier.

"Oh, look at the twins. They are adorable!" says Harlan.

Harlan and Katherine are in their nice, warm sleepers, and are still peacefully sleeping in their infant seats. Ransom wheels you into the house, and takes you to the living room.

You, Harlan, and Marta talk while Ransom brings in the twins. Ransom also has the diaper bag on his shoulder. Ransom takes off his camel coat to reveal that he is wearing his aran sweater, along with his pinstripe pants with his favorite loafers. You were wearing jeans and Ransom's old Harvard sweatshirt that he just can't get rid of. It's the only things you could find that haven't been spit up on. It seems that every other day, you and Ransom are doing laundry, and it feels like you just can't have enough clean clothes. Of course, the dogs did try to jump on Ransom, like they always do. Ransom has made it clear that he doesn't like dogs. He was also iffy about bringing the twins in, not knowing if they are allergic to pet dander. Marta and the maid Lois made it a point to make sure that every surface was vacuumed and that every surface was clean.

"Harlan, this is amazing, thank you." you say.

"Anything for the mother of my great grandchildren", says Harlan.

Ransom was apprehensive, to say the least. The last time he had you over, the rest of the family pulled their usual stunts. After that, Harlan refused to have them over, but you and Ransom often came over every Sunday to make a day out of it. This is the first day in a while that you have been over to Harlan's. Ransom felt it wouldn't be good idea to drive out to rural MA to Harlan's house with a pregnant wife who also had multiple sclerosis. So, Marta often drove over to you and Ransom's house.

"Are those the twins? They're so cute!" says Marta, who is looking at the twins in their infant seats.

After a while, Ransom brings the twins in, and gives them both to Harlan. Harlan holds the twins in both of his arms, and you take a picture. It's a nice moment between Harlan and the twins.

The one in the green sleeper is Harlan and the one in the pink sleeper with a matching headband is Katherine. Clever daddy. After a while, the twins cry, and Ransom goes to the diaper bag, fetches two bottles and Ransom and Harlan bottle feed the twins. You've fallen asleep again.

After a while, you wake up.

"What happened, Marta? Where are the twins?" you ask, with worry in your voice.

"The twins are fine. Ransom and Harlan are bottle feeding them right now," says Marta.

"Why didn't you wake me?" you ask.

"Look, you're a new mother. You're still tired, and still adjusting to their schedule," says Marta.

"That's true," you say.

Marta brings out the charcuterie board, and you help yourself to some fruit, crackers, and some cheese. Eventually, Marta brings out the bread, the cold cuts, mustard, and mayo. She also lays out some chips, and gets some bottles of water.

"Ransom, Harlan, I've laid out the cold cuts for lunch," says Marta.

"Thanks, Marta," says Ransom.

Ransom prepares you a sandwich, and then prepares himself a sandwich. He grabs a bottle of water for you, then a bottle of water for himself. Harlan prepares his sandwich, and grabs his water.

You, Harlan, Ransom, and Marta all talk while having your lunch. Today, you're lucky that you remembered to shower and brush your teeth.

Ransom and you check on the twins, who are in need of a change. You and Ransom take the twins to another area of the house, and change their diapers.

"Oh, look at them, Ransom. I never thought our two tiny babies would bring everyone so much love," you say.

Ransom kisses you lovingly, and he agrees.

"Harlan adores them. I never thought that I'd be a dad. I never thought I'd fall in love with someone enough to want to marry her. You changed that. You're so perfect to me, multiple sclerosis and all. I love you so much," says Ransom.

"I love you, too Ransom," you say, with tears in your eyes. Ransom meant every word of it, and you meant every word of it, too.

Eventually, it's time to leave. Ransom loads you in the car first, and loads your wheelchair in, and he loads the twins in. He drives you all home, with you and the twins peacefully napping in the car.

Ransom arrives home, and gets the twins inside. Harlan and Katherine are now in their cribs, sleeping peacefully. Ransom carries you back into the house bridal style, and places you in bed, and pulls the covers over you. Ransom falls asleep next to you. Eventually, Harlan and Katherine interrupt the peacefulness and the coziness with their hungry cries. Ransom gets two bottles of your pumped milk. Then, you both burp the twins. An hour later, they'll need a change. Just like clockwork, the twins cry again, indicating that they need a change.

Ransom decides to order Chinese for dinner, because that will make it easier for the both of you. Ransom goes to pick up the order, and he brings it back. He ordered the almond boneless chicken with the sweet and sour chicken with egg rolls.

"Ransom, thank you so much. I love you, my sweet boy. You do so much for us, you're one amazing husband," you say. Ransom's lips crash onto yours again.

You and Ransom enjoy your dinner, and you check on Harlan and Katherine, who are now sleeping in their cribs. The love that was in the Drysdale household was the best thing ever. Harlan and Katherine were the most amazing babies that you both knew. Ransom was the best husband that you ever knew.

[carlos-chavarria]

Infants du Pays for M le Mag/Le Gout de M Spain issue

Gabriel Escámez from Cobalto Studio

Omar Sosa, Nacho Alegre & Marco Velardi from Apartamento

Raquel Vita & Pedro Paz from Canoa Lab

Patricia Urquiola

Vito Oliva from Talla Restaurant

Blanca Miró from La Veste

María, Marta & Claudia Madera Fernández from Vestige Collection

Cristina Sanchez from Sansoeurs

Marta Jurado & Louis Chagnaud from Bisa Studio

Marga Massanet & Jacobo Cobian from Masscob

[dreaming-for-an-escape]

Dearest Boy

Summary: Matías loves his mother and sisters, but the same can not be said about his father.

A/N: This is a continuation of the AU One-Shot I wrote, Dark Paradise. So if you haven’t read that yet I highly suggest you do.But basically the Greens won, Aegon was never burned in battle, Helaena is alive but mentally isn’t doing well, Jaehaera is the only child of Aegon and Helaena who survived, and the most important thing to remember is Adrian never managed to go back to her world.Also, for those who are wondering Matías face-claim is Tom Blyth.

Warnings: Childbirth, miscarriages, children wanting to commit patricide, mentions of non-con and drugging by milk of the poppy, Aemond being a shitty husband by getting Adrian pregnant despite her physical and mental health, a severely depressed Adrian, surprisingly Aemond’s a good (?) father mainly to his daughters but that doesn’t excuse his possessiveness/obsessiveness toward his wife, incest (duh this is HotD).

The birth of Adrian’s only son took half as long as the birth of her twin daughters. Her water broke in the middle of a luncheon in the room she was being kept in by the orders of her husband. She screamed at the first contraction and didn’t stop screaming until after the sun went down.

There were hardly any stars that night as a storm had formed, loud as the woman who was bringing new life into the world. A world that was not the one she was born into. A world she was not allowed to leave and go back to her real home because of her husband’s selfishness.  

“A healthy baby boy, my prince and princess.” Grand Maester Orwyle informed the married couple once he gave the infant a quick clean. His skin was as fair as snow with tufts of silver hair on his head. “He has your coloring, my prince.”

Aemond stared at his son, blinking and eye shining but with no tears shed. His son’s squirming and crying hadn’t ceased since taking his first breath. Aemond released a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding in. “A son.” He whispered, amazement slipping through when trying to reach for him but the one-eyed prince didn’t get to him in time.

“Matías.” Adrian suddenly declared, voice steady even after having given birth. The excruciating pain she felt from below went ignored by her. She pushed her exhausted body up, drenched in blood and sweat against the wooden headboard.

A few midwives tried approaching, insisting she needed to lie down but Adrian was quick to shoo them away.

“His name is Matías, in honor of my mother Marta.” Unlike the last time she gave birth, Adrian would not allow Aemond to take away her chance in naming her child.

My Matías, Adrian spared a glare at Aemond before softening her eyes when looking at her son.

Aemond had been adamant in holding her while she gave birth. He finally backed off when she slapped him during mid-push, taking off his eyepatch and revealing his sapphire. He kept his distance since then and hadn’t bothered to put his eyepatch back on.

“Give him to me.” Adrian who at twenty-five years old, now a mother of three, ordered with her arms out. “Give me my son.” Her hoarse voice from all the screaming she’d done for the last eight hours left little room for argument from either the grand maester or Aemond.

The moment her baby boy was in her arms his crying and squirming had come to an end. His eyes slowly opened and when he looked up Adrian could see the indigo in them. She smiled tearfully, not thinking of her asshat of a husband but instead her daughter Visenya who shared the same eye color as her brother. She gently kissed his forehead, snuggling him closer as she whispered words of love and protection.

Aemond reluctantly stood from afar because of her earlier slap, frowning and ever watchful.

Not once on the stormy night her dearest boy, her precious son, was born did Adrian let Aemond hold, or even come anywhere near him.

Matías was hers not Aemond’s, and he never would be.

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Ten years later

From an early age Matías was aware that he did not like his father. And the older he got the more he thought hate was a much better appropriate word for how he felt about him.

The list of people the boy of only ten years old hated was short, but the list of people he did love was not very long either.

There weren’t many people he trusted in King’s Landing aside from his mother and sisters.

His great grandsire Otto was stern, too stern in his opinion. At his old wrinkly age he wasn’t a joy to be around. So Matías’ solo interactions with him were infrequent.

As for his grandmother Alicent, the Dowager Queen now that his aunt Helaena had taken her place, was not someone Matías’ liked being around for long periods of time. She could get quite overwhelming, and frankly her attempts at bonding were as irritating as his father’s. They both acted as if things were fine, neither ever acknowledging the misery they’ve brought upon his mother.

When it came to his aunt Helaena, as much as Matías wanted to form a connection with her, the older woman was rarely there, lacking sound of mind. He’d been told by his mother that his aunt lost both of her sons during the war, and because of that she was no longer the same as before.

Jaehaera, his soft-spoken cousin, was the only child left of Helaena and Aegon Targaryen. Whenever Helaena was with Jaehaera he was able to catch a glimpse of what he thought was the old Helaena, lilac eyes bright and face full of vibrant peculiarity. But even those moments with her daughter never lasted.

His aunt Helaena might as well have been a stranger to Matías. The same thing could be said about his uncle Aegon. However unlike with his aunt Helaena who Matías tried getting to know, he downright ignored his uncle Aegon as much as he could.

Between his siblings, his sister Valaena interacted the most with their impertinent uncle. Valaena more than once had dumped water on Aegon in order to wake him during the middle of a meal, or did some sort of prank on him while Matías watched from the side, amused.

For not even the entertaining pranks on his uncle by one of his sisters was enough to have Matías approach him. Aegon’s drinking was the reason for that. Inebriated people disturbed Matías greatly and Aegon, even after winning the war, still went deep into his cups.

Truthfully the only family member on his father’s side Matías liked being around was his uncle Daeron. Aside from him being an overall pleasant person, Daeron also frequently talked about Julieta with him.

His mother’s younger sister and Matías' aunt, who his uncle Daeron was fortunate enough to meet way back. But with his smiles came the longing in his eyes whenever talking about the youngest Reyes sister.

Daeron may have never told him his true feelings for mother’s sister who remained in her world, but Matías figured it out on his own at a young age.  

At the very least his uncle Daeron wasn’t like his father.

An obsessive twat.  

Daeron ended up marrying Floris Baratheon, the youngest of the Four Storm sisters. They now had two boys together. Even though it was obvious to Matías that Daeron’s heart belonged to someone else, not once in his marriage with Floris had he hurt her.

Once upon a time Matías had wondered, what if his aunt Julieta had stayed in this world like his mother? Would uncle Daeron have turned out like his father?

Matías’ mind changed completely once seeing his uncle Daeron comforting his mother.  

Daeron didn’t live in King’s Landing with them, but rather in Oldtown with his wife and sons. To this day he visited whenever he could and would always bring new books with him to give to his mother, and with books came the sweets. He’d give them to her, and then kept his mother company in the gardens, often talking about Julieta. And everytime they did it ended with him saying he hoped she was healthy and happy.

This was proof enough that Daeron truly was kind and had no ulterior motives. The same could not be said about his father. Daeron and Aemond were brothers but they were so vastly different. He didn’t even share many qualities with Aegon either, which Matías thought was a good thing.

Today Daeron had come to visit them but he didn’t stay for long. On dragonback he returned to Oldtown to his wife and two sons before dinner was served. Daeron’s she-dragon Tessarion was one of the few dragons that were left after the war.

A total of six dragons remained, three of which were new dragons.

Vhagar in her old age surprised everyone, her rider the most, by laying a clutch of a total of three eggs a fortnight after Matías was born.

Three eggs.  

One for Matías, which was placed next to his cradle and the other two for the twins who did not get to have dragon eggs of their own when they'd been born a year ago.

Another fortnight passed before all three eggs hatched simultaneously.  

Visenya’s she-dragon Saphira, who Aemond named for her before Adrian ever had a chance to, was a stunning steel blue. Valaena’s own she-dragon, Dawnfire, who Aemond also named, was an intriguing mixture of bronze, orange and yellow colors.  

It was Matías’ dragon, the only male of the clutch, that let everyone know who must’ve sired the eggs with Vhagar.

Matías' dragon Aurelius was given the name by Adrian in honor of her grandmother Aurelia. Aemond hadn’t taken that opportunity away from her, much like when naming her son.

Aurelius was black with only his tail having the same coloring as Vhagar, and was already twice the size of his female siblings. His eyes instead of a green and brownish color was a pure copper, exactly like Vhagar.

The three new dragons stayed with the older dragons in the Dragonpit which had been rebuilt. Vhagar and Cannibal were able to reside in the Dragonpit because of how spacious they made it.

Cannibal though was now kept locked away from the other dragons, and Matías knew this was done on purpose. He never saw his mother ride her ferocious dragon, and whenever he asked her about him all she could get out was how lonely her sweetface of a dragon must be. Once his mother’s dark brown eyes filled with tears he stopped asking further questions about the Cannibal.

Matías hated seeing his mother cry but unfortunately it was something he witnessed a lot growing up, especially while in the presence of his father.

The family of five was now having dinner in his grandmother’s apartments. The Dowager Queen was not with them, having gone off to be with Helaena who was having a bad day, more so than usual. The Queen often had days where she could not get out of bed, mumbling the names of the sons she had lost because of the war.

His great grandsire Otto preferred having dinner alone in his solar. Quite frankly, Matías preferred that too.

Aegon was shockingly not passed out drunk in his chambers but instead made his way to the royal gardens to be with his daughter. Jaehaera had mentioned to them about wanting to watch the bugs that light up in the night as she ate her dinner.

Matías' mother said in her world they were called fireflies.

Jaehaera, in similarity to what Helaena used to do, frequented the royal gardens, mornings and afternoons, reading about the bugs Helaena once loved to talk about according to his mother.

His uncle Aegon tagged along with Jaehaera during these visits, but would keep quiet, his gaze on his daughter one of sadness. And he knew this because of his sister Visenya.

Like Jaehaera, Visenya also loved the royal gardens. She and Jaehaera spent a lot of time there together, sometimes even with Aegon who looked like a melancholic statue of himself.

But as Visenya spoke all she could mention about today was the positives, even if they were small. Matías' sister Visenya was the ray of sunshine his desolate family desperately needed.

“I saw a beautiful butterfly today that reminded me of Saphira but I didn’t have the heart to keep her so I let her go.”

Aemond hummed, smiling at his eldest daughter, the most sensitive of the twins. His sweet Visenya. He turned to look at his wife, his smile dimming at the far away look he saw.

“My love?” He squeezed her hand. “Did you hear what our daughter just said?”

As if she were slapped Adrian reacted with a jerk, her posture straightened. She controlled her breathing when Aemond gave her hand another squeeze. She didn’t spare him a glance, only looking at her daughter. “Yes…of course.” She gave what little smile she could muster these days. “That was nice of you, to let the butterfly go. A lively creature like that shouldn’t be kept in captivity.”

Any other words were shoved down her throat when Aemond cleared his own throat, his hand squeezing hers again. She could only blink as he leaned down to press his lips to her cheek.

There was a clang and everyone at the table turned to Matías, the reason for the noise. His goblet had fallen onto the table, spilling his water. He simply shrugged shoulders, holding back his smile from seeing his mother use the distraction to remove her hand from his father’s.

Aemond waved over a serving girl to clean up the mess. As he did so he caught his daughter, the youngest of the twins, Valaena, staring at him. Well, it was more glaring than simply staring. She was stabbing her piece of lamb on her plate repeatedly with her knife, narrowing her dark brown eyes at him with every twist she did.

“Valaena, what did I say about playing with your food?” Aemond questioned his daughter who possessed so much fire in her. Some days though she resembled a rabid wolf than a dragon.

Valaena stabbed her piece of lamb again, a lot harder than before and never breaking eye contact with him. From beside her Visenya passed a napkin which Valaena took with a quiet thank you. She set the napkin on her lap, and then continued stabbing her piece of lamb.  

Aemond opened his mouth, ready to scold his daughter to quit acting out but his wife’s soft voice beat him to it.

“Valaena.”

Unlike how she reacted to her father, Valaena listened to her mother with no retorts, or questions.

“Yes mother.”

The youngest of the twins set aside her knife and grabbed a fork. She resumed eating the already cut pieces, making sure to nod her mother’s way before giving her father another glare.  

Aemond merely huffed, returning his attention toward his wife again. Like before Adrian was in her own world again, looking ahead but with nothing in mind.

His sister Helaena and his wife shared this in common. He, however, thought Helaena to be more vacant than Adrian. That did not discourage him from kissing his wife’s cheek again.

Aemond didn’t see Visenya's expression change into concern when looking at her mother, or the glares his other two children were giving him.

The rest of dinner went quietly with the exception of Visenya who occasionally added a comment in an attempt to break tension.

Matías looked over to his mother’s plate that had barely been touched. This sadly wasn’t surprising. His mother barely ate nowadays, not even when her favorite meals were served to her. She disliked meat, so she was always served fruits and vegetables but that did nothing to get her appetite back. However, as long as his father saw her take a bite or two he would be satisfied.

“Come my perzys hen ñuha prūmia, I wish for us to head back to our chambers. The children will see themselves out once they finish their desserts.”

Aemond smiled, his arm wrapping around Adrian’s waist to guide her to stand. His hand settled on her stomach as he led them to their chambers. His smile almost vanished at the flatness he felt. There was no bump but soon enough there will be, tonight would ensure that.

From the way Adrian walked slowly, trying to separate herself from him it seemed he would need to have tea dosed with the milk of the poppy be made for her tonight. That always did the trick to make her more compliant to his affections, something he started doing a few years following Matías’ birth. After Aemond beheaded Alys, the raven haired and emerald eyed witch who corrupted his lovely wife.  

Adrian caught on quickly to what he was doing to her, resulting in him needing to have her be held down so he could force the tea down her throat. Lately, she’d been fighting less as if realizing there was no point in trying to get him off her. He would have her whether she wanted it or not.  

Some may view it as an immoral thing to do, maybe even rivaling Aegon’s terrible ways but unlike his eldest brother who treated women with a cruel hand, Aemond was nothing but loving and generous to his wife even when she was nearing an unconscious state. He always made sure Adrian was wet enough by licking her pearl of nerves, waiting until she peaked in her haze. Afterwards he would finally sink into her, tight as ever until her peachy slick leaked along with his seed.

Aemond had been telling himself for years now that there was nothing wrong with his actions, for Adrian was his wife and this was her duty. She would do what a wife must to please her husband, even if she needed to be on milk of the poppy to do so.

Matías glared at his father’s tall retreating form. He wanted to rip him away from his mother, knowing even in his young mind how much she hated being near him. Matías had seen her looks of disgust, the way she would recoil from his touches. He wasn’t blind like his father was despite his remaining eye.

Alas, Matías was only a boy of ten years, and there was only so much he could do. He’d frequently repeat this in his head to feel less guilty, but nevertheless he felt like he was failing his mother. He switched his gaze over to Valaena, who he was aware she felt the same as him.

“Visenya, why don’t you head back to your chambers.” Valaena suggested in a casual manner once their mother and father were gone.

Visenya frowned a little, glancing down at her plate. “But I haven’t finished my dessert yet. It’s marzipan cake. Father had it especially made for us.”

Marzipan cake was a dessert that both twins favored, although Valaena didn't show as much gratitude, or any really, to their father as Visenya did. Neither Valaena or Matías faulted her for this since Visenya was a naturally kind person to everyone . Her kindness even extended to their uncle Aegon.

Someone could literally yell at Visenya and she’d find some reason to apologize to them. Anyone that did dare yell at her would suffer the dire consequences from Matías and Valaena.

The point was they seriously doubted Visenya had a single mean bone in that small body of hers.

Now Matías didn’t enjoy marzipan cake as much as the twins, being more partial to strawberry pudding. But that didn’t really matter to his father. Were Matías’ feelings hurt that his father didn’t serve his favorite dessert as much as his twin sisters? No, not really. Seeing Visenya happy was a sight to behold, and Valaena would agree with him.

Valaena gave her older twin a shrug. “Take it with you then. Here, you can take my slice.” She slid her plate that had her slice of untouched marzipan cake. She wasn’t going to eat it anyways, she hardly ever ate desserts that were made from her father’s orders. If her mother had especially made it for her that would’ve been a different story.

Matías slid his own plate over to his eldest sister, smiling for her sake. “Take mine as well.”

Visenya returned the smile, kissing both of her siblings on the forehead before skipping off with her plate that now had three slices of marzipan cake.

It didn’t take much convincing the servers that were there to leave. There were guards but they were stationed outside, meaning the young siblings were able to speak freely now that it was just the two of them in their grandmother’s apartments.

“I hate him.” Matías hissed like a snake ready to sink its venom in its prey, or in this case its enemy.

“The feeling is mutual.” Valaena agreed, her tone as acidic as his.

Matías pursed his lips the exact same way his mother would. He looked at where his mother had sat and then over to father’s chair. His indigo eyes darkened. “Maybe he’ll have an accident and fall down the stairs.”

“Oh, baby brother…” Valaena smiled, though it did not reach her dark brown eyes. “If only we were that lucky.” Her face then hardened as much as it could at the age of eleven. “But even so, him falling down the stairs to his death would be too quick, too peaceful in my opinion.”

Matías realized the same as her, and then started thinking of different ways his father could perish, more painful and unimaginable.

The air in the room suddenly got cold but Matías’ blood hadn’t stopped boiling. “I don’t like mother being alone with him.”

Valaena’s expression was a mixture of anger and anguish. “Me neither.” She responded, knife in hand, stabbing what was left of her lamb. Her father’s face was who she pictured with each stab and twist.

Later on in the night Matías had awoken from a terrible nightmare. In this terrible nightmare his father was hurting his mother. Her cries for help echoed in his head as he got out of bed and ran to his parents chambers.

Matías wanted to see his mother to make sure she was okay but two guards prevented his entrance. He was escorted back to his chambers where he was forced to stay with an awful feeling in his stomach.

The young boy of ten cried himself to sleep, worrying about his mother.

Matías had no idea just how right he was to worry. His mother had been drugged, and left vulnerable to her husband’s lustful urges. That night in her half-conscious state, lying next to a man she did not love, feeling used and dirty, Adrian cried herself to sleep as well.

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Nine years later

At nine and ten Matías knew the fucked up lengths his father would go through to keep his mother tied to him.

His good-hearted mother, who wasn’t doing so well. Her body was much like a wilting flower, and her mind wasn’t doing any better either.  

And his father was to blame for all this.

At his mother’s late age of four and forty she suffered the loss of yet another child. Her fourth miscarriage after having him, with this pregnancy not even lasting two months.

This very morning Matías had awoken to his father yelling for the maester and when he ran into his parents’ chambers he got a glimpse of his mother. Her white nightgown and bed had been stained with so much blood. There was an empty look to her and she was unresponsive to his father. The one-eyed mad man showed more emotion, more anger as he paced around, pulling at his long silver strands.

Matías only managed to choke out his mother’s name, her dark brown eyes, dull as ever, switched over to him as he was pushed outside by orders of his father. He called out for his mother once more, only to have the doors shut in his face as his father attempted to console her. But Matías, unlike his father, wasn’t blind and even with the doors closing in on him he’d seen the way his mother cringed at his touch.  

Knowing there was no use in trying to enter his parents' chambers now that it was guarded and locked, Matías had instead gone to the training yard. With a sword in hand he began striking the training dummy, imagining it was his father. How he desperately wished he was the one to bleed instead of his mother.

That’s where Valaena found him.

Matías didn’t need to turn around, he just knew his sister stood a few feet behind him. He heard growing up that it was twins who were always able to sense each other’s presence. That was true when it came to Visenya and Valaena, but it was also true with Matías and both of his sisters.

“Visenya is with mother.” Valaena reported, her throat dry and hurting from preventing her crying. Her mother’s weak form in her sister’s arms lingered in her head. “The grand maester gave her some essence of nightshade.”

Matías hadn’t stopped his striking, imagining his sword was gouging out his father’s remaining eye. “There was a lot of blood, way more than last time.”

“She’s getting older.” Valaena’s usual sternness on her face was replaced with concern for their mother. “Complications in pregnancies arise in women the older they get. She should’ve not been pregnant to begin with, not after the last pregnancy.”

Their brute father hadn’t even waited a year to get their poor mother pregnant again. Her last miscarriage, despite lasting five months, didn't leave her bleeding as much as this failed pregnancy had.

“This is killing her. He’s killing her!” Matías stabbed the training dummy right where his father’s heart would’ve been.

Valaena looked around the training yard, glad no one else was there to hear them. They were no doubt in the castle, talking amongst themselves about the tragedy of the day. “If he has any love for her as he so-called claims, maybe he’ll stop now.”

Matías finally turned to look at Valaena, sword lowered to the ground. His breathing was erratic, face red, and indigo eyes blazing. “All he cares about is what he wants, what makes him happy, not her own happiness.”

That certainly was the truth. Their father was a selfish man, the most selfish person they’ve ever met. He couldn’t go more than a few days without being near their mother, suffocating her with his supposed love.

“I have trouble remembering the last time she smiled.” Valaena admitted in a somber tone.

Their mother would give small quirks here and there for their sake but an actual smile? One as blinding as the sun didn’t happen these days anymore, not like before.

Matías recalled a time when his mother did smile, laughed even, and was content despite their father’s presence.

“I have memories of her smiling when I was little.” Matías began, voice softening along with his expression. “When she was with…”

Emerald eyes, and hair dark as a raven flashed in his mind. For a moment Matías thought he heard a tuneful laugh fill the air.

Valaena’s eyes widened, her twenty year old self remembering her youth. “You know mother doesn’t like talking about her . It only makes it worse for her.”

Matías clenched his jaw. “Alys’ memory shouldn’t cause her distress but it does because of him.”

Alys sadly wasn’t in his life for long, just until he was five. He was able to remember her well enough though. Matías remembered the close relationship Alys had with his mother. Even as a child he knew there was something more than platonic going along between his mother and her handmaiden.

Matías found their presence to be soothing, and craved being near them. But his father had eventually found them out, and he put an end to the harmony they were able to create.

At five years old Matías witnessed his mother become so distraught as Alys was dragged away.  He hadn’t gone to Alys’ execution but his mother had been forced to attend by orders of his father.

The sounds of his mother crying, screaming, and begging his father to stop from outside had drifted into his chambers. Her cries and screams haunted his dreams for years to come.

What made things worse was that his father kept his mother away from him and the twins for a full month afterwards. He claimed he did this so the witch’s influence would leave his mother’s mind, body, and soul. But Matías and his sisters knew there was no influence.

Alys hadn’t put a spell on his mother. His father just didn’t want to believe that his mother had willingly been with Alys, that she had real feelings for her.  

“She loved her, Valaena.” Matías earnestly voiced.

Valaena lowered her dark brown eyes, sighing. “I know she did.”

No more words were uttered between them.

Valaena initiated the hug, finally allowing herself to cry in a moment of vulnerability with her brother.

Usually Visenya was the one to start the emotional moments between them but she was currently with their mother, offering her comfort during this time of despair.

It was because of this that the hug felt incomplete, but it would have to do. When it was over Valaena excused herself, and made her way back inside the castle to have a moment to herself.

Matías stayed in the training yard. His sadness faded, and he picked up his sword to continue releasing his anger. He didn’t know how much time had passed, just that when he saw his father approach the sun was already setting.

The training dummy’s head was decapitated by him the moment his father stood next to it. The reaction Matías got from the one-eyed prince was a mere eyebrow raise, as if saying, now what?

Matías set aside his sword to grab another training dummy. He should’ve known better to assume his father would keep his stupid mouth shut.

“The grand maester says your mother should feel better in a few days. The blood loss looked much worse than it actually was. She just needs her rest.”

What a load of horse shit.

Matías wanted to punch him in his face until he felt something break. His mother would never feel better with his father around. It was known around court about the distressed crying and sounds of passion often coming from his parents chambers.

The crying being done by his mother and the sounds of passion coming from his father. The man was a leech, hardly ever letting his mother have a moment of peace once in their chambers.

“In a few months we can try again.”

Matías wanted to strangle him.

We? There was no we. It was just him who wanted another child brought into this madness. All his exhausted mother wanted was to be away from him.

“Your mother is still fertile. I know she can give me another child, another son.”

She doesn’t want another child, you dimwit!

“A son who doesn’t cause his own mother grief.”

Matías let out a growl as he dropped the training dummy he’d been holding. He turned around so quickly, leaping at his father with his dagger now out. The very same one his uncle Daeron had gifted him on his twelfth nameday. His father never gifted him any weapons and he had to admit he was smart not too.

The one-eyed mad man had a lot of nerve saying that shit considering he was the one to always start an argument between them as his poor mother watched from the sidelines.

“The only one who causes her grief is you!”

Aemond stopped his eye from widening. He forced himself to stare harshly into his son’s matching eyes. It was almost like looking in a mirror. “Taoba, what in the Seven Hells do you think—”

“She loathes you.” Matías hissed in his face. “We all loathe you.”

Aemond grabbed at the dagger, not caring that it was digging into his palm. Blood spilled and try as he might to push it away, the dagger stayed in place. “You spew lies. You may have your issues with me, Valaena as well, but your mother loves me. As does your sister Visenya.”

Matías laughed in his face, eyes wild. “Despite having one eye, your vision is shit. You might as well have no eyes. Mother doesn’t love you, she’s broken because of you. As for Visenya, she pities you. That’s the only reason she’s so fuckin’ nice. But make no mistake, just because she takes the time to read with you and joins you on walks, doesn’t mean she loves you more than mother.”

As much as it irked him, Aemond couldn’t really argue with that last part.

The only one of his children that didn’t treat him harshly was Visenya, but even her love for him wasn’t unconditional. It couldn’t hold a candle for the love she had for her mother. If it ever came to it (Aemond hoped it never did) and she had to make a choice of saving him or Adrian, she would’ve chosen her mother.

Matías continued to hold his dagger to his father’s throat, so close to slashing him wide open until he hit bone. But he withheld the move, staring deeply, with nothing but hate into his lone eye.

“You have lived too long father but not long enough to think about the pain and misery you’ve caused mother. Don’t be fooled.” Matías let go and backed away slowly, not once losing eye contact with him. “The day will come when you reap what you sow, and when it does I’ll be there, reveling in your undoing.”

Matías steadily watched his father as he departed the training yard with a stoic look. When he turned around he heard yells and the sound of things being thrown but he never looked back. He hurriedly made his way to his mother.  

The one thing Matías could at least be content about was the break his father gave his mother whenever she suffered a miscarriage. He’d come back to smother her with his attention within a day or two. So Matías would use this time wisely.

As expected there were guards outside the chambers his mother shared with his father. They didn’t stop him from entering. The first thing he saw was Visenya sitting next to their mother, holding her hand while she slept.

Matías approached, and spoke in a whispered tone. “How’s she doing?”

Visenya’s indigo eyes connected with his own. “She’s been asleep the majority of the afternoon, hardly any tossing and turning.” She sniffled. “I think she’s okay, as okay as she can be after what happened to her.”

Matías put a hand on his sister’s shoulder, gently squeezing. “Why don’t you get something to eat? I’ll stay with her for now.”

Visenya nodded her head, leaning down to kiss her mother on the forehead before getting up. She only took a few steps before she turned around to face him. “Did you…did you come across father?” She asked nervously.

Matías took a deep breath, calming himself. “Yes, I did.”

Visenya picked at her nails, similar to the way Matías would see his grandmother Alicent do. It was an awful habit that he hoped Visenya would stop doing. He didn’t want his sister to have scars, even tiny ones, like his grandmother had.

“Just so you know, I’m angry with him too. I…I hate that he keeps doing this to her.” Visenya looked back to where their mother laid. “She deserves better.”

When she looked at him, Matías saw tears go down her face.

There was no doubt that Visenya was father's favorite. Her kind behavior toward him was the main reason why. His kindhearted sister who wanted to see the best in everyone.

As much as Matías wanted to shake some sense into her he knew she had to come to that conclusion on her own, just as Valaena and him had. It appeared she was already on her way, though.

Maybe she’d feel entirely the same way they did about him once she was wed, and away from King’s Landing. However both Visenya and Valaena were already twenty and not betrothed.

Funny how his father wanted him married before his sisters. He was nineteen and his father was still searching for a suitable bride for him. Jaehaera would’ve been a contender for Matías but she ended up betrothed to another lord, much to his luck. He loved his cousin but he wasn’t eager to wed or bed her. She was a friend to him, nothing else.

While all this occurred his father hadn’t even bothered searching for betrothals for either of his sisters

Rickon Stark, Cregan Stark’s the Lord of Winterfell, son had been suggested as a husband for one of his sisters. His father nearly sent the man who said that into an early grave. His father was not a fan of the North, complaining it was an icy wasteland.

His father once tried making a match between him and Visenya and Matías nearly threw up hearing the suggestion. Visenya kept quiet, but her wide watery eyes let him and everyone know she was not on board either.

It was only after his mother broke out of her shell of depression, and yelled at his father that the suggestion was forgotten about. His father didn’t even try suggesting a match between Matías and Valaena. Marriage outside house Targaryen to another noble house would have to be done no matter how much it vexed Aemond. Matías was not okay with that either but for an entirely different reason.

Now Matías respected women but he had no desire to marry one. Women just didn’t spark any interest in him, not in the way men did.

His mother knew how he felt about men, and she accepted him for who he was. She showed him love and support, as did his sisters after telling them. Only his father didn’t know, but sooner or later he would find out.

And when that day came, Matías was prepared to laugh in his face if he chose to insult him. He’d gladly shout that he was a proud pillow biter. His father’s support would not be needed, not when he already had his mother and sisters on his side.

Matías kissed Visenya’s forehead in a gentle manner, whispering assuring words to her. Visenya left with tears still going down her face. Once alone he sat in the chair Visenya had been in. He looked at his mother, who appeared to be in a peaceful state. This was the most peaceful he'd seen her look in a long time.

Though there was nothing peaceful about what happened to her beforehand.

Matías pushed back a few strands of dark brown hair behind her ear.

The touch had been gentle but it was enough to wake his mother.

Adrian stared at him, eyes filled with so much emotion it made him want to cry.

Matías almost did exactly that when she opened her arms for him. He was about to decline but she called out his name so softly. He carefully crawled into his mother’s arms.

“My dearest boy.” Adrian murmured, kissing his forehead. “I love you so much.”

Matías closed his eyes, snuggling his face in the crook of her neck. “I love you too, mother.” He whispered, basking in her warmth. He felt like he was a child again, comforting her in the only way he could.

Except he no longer was a child. He was a man, and he was now able to do things he wasn’t able to do before.

There’d been many times in his life when Matías thought about it, but he made up his mind right then and there in his mother’s loving arms.

Come winter his father will be dead.

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We have a new citizen in Mount Phoenix:

          Vitas Halvorsen, a 25 year old son of Odin.           He is an archivist at Phoenix Library & Museum.

FC NAME/GROUP:  Zhang Xincheng (Steven Zhang) CHARACTER NAME:  Vitas Halvorsen AGE/DATE OF BIRTH:  25 years.  Born April 1998. PLACE OF BIRTH:  Ásbyrgi Canyon, Iceland OCCUPATION:  Phoenix Library & Museum Archivist and Freelance Information Broker HEIGHT:  5'10"/177 cm WEIGHT: 146 pounds/66 kg DEFINING FEATURES:  Svelte figure somewhat emaciated in appearance, pitch black eyes that often have dark circles under them, silver-rimmed reading glasses, blind in his left eye, skin pale and very cold to the touch, old surgical scar mid-sternum, bruises easily, only wears black or white or grey, never wears color, med alert bracelet, smart watch for monitoring heart rate, indiscernible dialect.

PERSONALITY:  Vitas was born with a hole in his heart and it shows.  His time is precious and he will not waste it on something or someone he interprets as inconsequential, so he often comes off as cold and uninterested.  It is extremely difficult for him to make lasting connections with others due to a general distrust in people and he is an exceedingly guarded person; however, once he does make a meaningful connection, his loyalty is without fault considering the painstakingly complicated levels one must break through in order to achieve such a status with him.  A smile from Vitas is extremely rare.  He prefers people who are honest and direct with him rather than those who use superficial speech and flattery.  However, he does have a secret passion for poetry and someone truly heartless would not be able to write such beautiful prose…right?  Oddly enough, he seems to have a strong affinity with ravens, wolves, and horses.  He does not hesitate to vocalize his frustrations, but he does so with an eerily calm demeanor.  He will also not hesitate to bluntly correct someone when they are wrong or confront them for lying.  There is only one thing he fears and death is NOT it.  Very rarely does he raise his voice, mostly speaking with a monotonous and almost mechanical baritone.  Vitas is OBSESSED with learning everything that he possibly can, from reading books, to studying online, to people-watching.  To hear him speak the words “I don’t know” would be a rare feat.  He strongly advocates AGAINST gatekeeping knowledge of any kind and if he has the answer to a question, then he will give it; if he does not have an answer, then he will find it.  Has this been known to cause a bit of chaos?  Absolutely.  Does he care?  Not one bit.

He is VERY particular about routine and is an extremely clean and organized person.  It is common to see him with a cup of coffee which he really should not be drinking due to his heart condition, but if he is sleeping then he is not reading.  However, even when he sleeps, he maintains lucidity, relives memories and reviews information while dreaming.  He is able to recall every second of his life since the moment of his birth.  Because he is so transfixed on studying, he often forgets to eat and will only grab a quick bite when he remembers or just so he does not take his medicine on an empty stomach.  He is insanely efficient with regard to research and finding the desired answers, practically a living Google search engine.  Physically, his health is tragically fragile, but he is extremely resourceful.

HISTORY:   [Trigger warnings–Death, murder, violence, gore, torture, sexual assault, child abandonment, cannibalism]

Adelheid Halvorsen was hiking with her sister Marta to see the Northern Lights, celebrating her recent retirement.  In the still of the Wednesday night, amid the silence of the cold, neither expected to hear the squawking of ravens.  They scrambled in the dark to find the lifeless body of what had once been a beautiful woman, her throat slit and eyes being plucked out by two large, black birds.  Beside her, an infant barely even clothed with a blood-stained blanket was almost as pale as the snow upon which he had fallen, still and silent.  While Marta shooed away the ravens and checked the woman for a pulse, Adelheid gathered the baby and examined him.  Finding him to be alive and the mother dead, the siblings rushed to the nearest town for medical assistance and police were dispatched to the scene.  It was a miracle the newborn was alive–not just from surviving cold exposure within hours of his birth, but also he had been born with a hole in his heart which prompted a prolonged admission to the NICU.  Upon discovering the mother’s identity, her own parents underwent a gruesome investigation.  They confessed their daughter had not wanted the child and had tried everything to rid herself of the fetus.  When the baby was born, she wanted nothing to do with it yet did not want to be tied to it in any way; if she could not kill the child, then she would let nature do it for her and leave the newborn in the freezing canyon to die.  Her killer, however, was never caught.

Never had she expected that in her retirement she would become a mother, but after learning the newborn’s own grandparents were despicable monsters themselves, Adelheid offered to adopt the boy after having no children of her own.  She named him Vitas, meaning “life-giving”.  Vitas was a very quiet and withdrawn child which was often attributed to his physical ailment, having undergone several operations as an infant.  Before the age of three, it was apparent to Adelheid that she had a prodigy on her hands because Vitas learned things at a frighteningly fast pace and was fiercely independent.  She likened living with him to having a very intelligent but finicky cat for a roommate.  While others were often unnerved by his presence and despite his biological grandparents insisting he was an abomination, Adelheid still loved him and reminded Vitas of this each night.  It was important to her that he understood he was loved–because a monster was not a monster when it was loved.  He could read, speak in full sentences, and had a nearly breathtaking knack for writing exquisite poetry for someone so young; in fact, he seemed wise far beyond his years and remembered everything with astounding accuracy.  Adelheid discovered fairly early on that the boy could not see out of his left eye which doctors attributed to a blockage in the vessels they had missed during one of his many procedures.  Due to his physical limitations, he spent most of his time indoors with his nose buried in a book.  However, she also noticed he did not have interest in playing with her grandnieces and grandnephews his own age.  He had no interest in making friends at school or on the playground, more interested in playing Chess and Go with the old men at the park or frequenting the library; but the only company he truly cared about was Adelheid.  She was the only person who mattered in his world. 

And then she was gone.  At the age of ten, Vitas woke to find Adelheid unresponsive on the bathroom floor.  She had been so concerned about his health that she had neglected her own warning signs, thinking the pressure in her chest was just heartburn.  Despite his best efforts with chest compressions, Vitas and the paramedics were unable to revive her.  After the frail boy over-exerted himself trying to save Adelheid, Vitas himself suffered a cardiac episode that landed him another extended hospital stay.  He blamed himself for Adelheid’s death–if he hadn’t been asleep, then he would have seen the signs, could have caught it early, could have saved her.  Suddenly, there was no one left to love him, no one left to tell Vitas that he was not a monster.  His grandparents still wanted nothing to do with him.  Marta took custody of Vitas, but was deeply unnerved by the boy’s closed-off demeanor and struggled to connect with him, especially since she was very outgoing and enjoyed her social life as well as time with her own children and grandchildren.  Vitas became more like a shadow of a person and she often forgot he was there due to his quiet and independent nature.

Marta barely noticed that Vitas learned languages quickly; his excuse was that he wanted to learn everything and he could not do that if he did not understand the language the information was in.  When his teachers began suggesting to Marta that he skip grades due to his intelligence, she finally took note of him.  He became more of a commodity to her, just a way to get attention from people by bragging about his academic accomplishments, but she still treated him more as an obligatory guest than family.  He graduated high school at the age of twelve and was accepted to Bifröst University to study linguistics.  However, as a minor, he required a legal guardian and Marta was unwilling to move but also unwilling to part with the accolades that came with having a young genius, so her son took physical custody of the boy while Marta remained his official guardian.  Her son, Jakoby, was not a pleasant person.  He did not like how Vitas always corrected him and called out his blatant lies; he didn’t like how Vitas never laughed or showed any emotion; he didn’t like how Vitas required so much medical maintenance; he didn’t like that his mother was more interested in Vitas’s accomplishments than his own; but he DID like how pretty Vitas was.  And with how weak the boy was, it wasn’t like he could fight against the assaults of a full grown man.

Until he did fight back.  The first night, he was a victim.  The second night, he studied.  The third night, it was his turn to teach Jakoby a lesson.  After inducing a cardiac episode at school, he stole ketamine from the hospital along with other supplies including a scalpel which he snuck out in his backpack.  He made a quick stop at the grocery for other ingredients and returned home.  That evening, Jakoby wondered why the kitchen floor was covered in plastic tarps just as he felt the sharp prick of a needle in his thigh.  He fell to the floor, still conscious but paralyzed and unable to speak.  Vitas had no expression on his face as he flipped the man over, removed his clothes, and proceeded to castrate him with surgical precision, coldly describing every cut along the way with a heartless monotone.  Feeling the man’s blood oozing onto his hands had been the first time those fingers had felt warm since before Adelheid’s death.  Once he had sutured the wounds, he taped Jakoby’s wrists and legs together and nonchalantly prepared a pot of dumplings out of his minced genitals which he then proceeded to feed to his tearful and fearful abuser once the sedative had worn off.  Vitas informed Jakoby that if he ever told anyone what had happened, if he ever touched Vitas again, then Vitas would kill him, that Vitas already had complete access to his bank accounts, his emails, knew enough about his work and work relationships to imitate him without anyone being the wiser.  His studies and adolescence continued without further incident from Jakoby, who now feared the little monster under his roof and could tell no one.

Once graduating with a Bachelor’s in Linguistics at the age of fourteen, Vitas continued his education to obtain his Master’s and ultimately his Doctorate, graduating summa cum laude at the age of 21.  Because of his fluency in several languages, the university hired him as a translator, putting him to work not just with classes traveling to other countries, but also with upgrading their website to multiple languages in order to reach a broader variety of students outside of Iceland; he even taught English to several business professors and did some private tutoring on the side for other languages.  While he was at it, might as well digitalize the entire university library and learn computer code for fun.  Who knew hacking would be so easy?  And boring, honestly.  But what he found to be most satisfying as well as lucrative was selling information.  People wanted to know very personal and private details that may be difficult to obtain, but Vitas rose to the challenge and excelled.  Studying international law would be beneficial, too, so that was next on his list.  Several successful predictions regarding financial investments landed him quite the substantial albeit secret wealth that he merely used to fund further research.  While accompanying a class to serve as translator in South Korea, Vitas noticed a pair of large ravens nearly everywhere he went.  Despite having been born only hours before their first meeting, he recognized the pair immediately, recalled the night he had been found in the canyon, recalled how it had been their talons that had slashed his mother’s throat, had been the ones to draw Adelheid near to find him.  Once the class had boarded the plane to return to Iceland, he noticed the ravens still on the wing of the craft and took it as a sign.  He excused himself, took his luggage, and followed the birds to a bridge.  That bridge led him to Mount Phoenix and ultimately the truth behind his heritage when the ravens, Huginn and Muninn, told him the identity of his father and Vitas found a new home as well as an opportunity to learn from the gods themselves.

PANTHEON:  Norse CHILD OF:  Odin POWERS: 

Rapid Integration–Vitas is able to absorb information near-instantly.  Once learned, it’s in his memory for life.

Total Recall–With a perfect memory, all information Vitas has ever learned can be recalled with frightening accuracy.  In fact, he can even recall the moment he was born.

Muscle Memory–Much like his mind, his muscles are able to recall any physical move he makes; however, due to his health, he is very weak with poor endurance or stamina.

STRENGTHS:  

Resourceful–Vitas is quite astute in using his surroundings, knowledge, and people to complete any task.

Intelligent��Due to his eidetic memory, he recalls everything he has ever learned.

Omniglot–Due to his ability to learn things almost instantly, he speaks and reads many languages including Icelandic, Norwegian, Danish, Swedish, Dutch, English, French, Spanish, Italian, German, Greek, Portuguese, Latin, Romanian, Russian, Korean, Mandarin, Cantonese, Japanese, Thai, Braille, Morse Code, and sign language (American and Chinese).  He is ALWAYS in the process of mastering a new language.

Master Strategist–He is able to calculate moves far in advance, making him exceptionally good at correctly predicting what someone will do or how they will react; he is also quite adept at Go and Chess.

Puzzle Wizard–Vitas can solve most riddles, puzzles, cryptographs, and mysteries within moments.  He actually loves a good challenge.

WEAKNESSES:  

Paranoid–Due to past experiences, he is not at all trusting of people and often suspects everyone around him to have ulterior motives.

Standoffish–Vitas is not a friendly person; he comes off as cold and distant and is not a fan of idle chatter or schmoozing for the sake of connecting with strangers.

Obsessive–If something strikes his interest, he HAS to thoroughly research it, be it a book or a person; they are one in the same.

Stubborn–Once he sets his mind to something, it is nearly impossible to change it.

Physically Weak–His mental capacity may be formidable, but his body is significantly frail; easy fatigability. 

[martadimitrescu]

The Wolf and the Rabbit

Look at me writing a fic for the first time in ages. I had this idea this morning a whipped it up really quick. A conversation between Rose and Marta, based on a scene from GOW: Ragnarök. Enjoy.

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The Wolf and the Rabbit met at midnight. In a cold, damp Umbrella Corp facility. Abandoned, more or less. The rabbit had been searching for answers, the wolf had been searching for the rabbit. And now they met, after 17 years.

"You've been following me..!"

Marta scoffed. She didn't look like her usually self. No armour, no axe in sight. She wore an old black jacket and jeans. To the outside eye, she looked like any other person. It was all a disguise of course, to blend in. Wearing the rabbitskin to make conversation with bunnies.

"Yes. I have been following you." "I kept seeing you around.. I-I assumed it was coincidence." "Yes.. because New York is such a small city."

The rabbit gulped. She didn't like the wolf's mocking tone.

"Do you remember me?" "...I should, shouldn't I?" Marta pursed her lips together, letting the rabbit stay a comfortable distance away.. for now.

"No, not particularly. I remember you though."

Rose tilted her head. "We've met before." "We have. You were so much easier to deal with back then, so small and docile, though I'm glad you're no longer an infant. It makes killing you less complicated."

Rose shuddered, and tried her best not to run. She knew that instigate a chase, one she was sure to lose.

"Okay, okay, just- before you kill me, could we... talk..?"

Now it was Marta's turn to be confused. "Talk?" "Yes! So I might.. understand you. I have a.. vague idea of who you are but if you really, want to kill me.. I'd like to know about you first.. honour my last wish?"

Marta squinted.

"..No."

"What? Why not?" "Because you do not deserve the luxury!"

Rose, startled by Marta's sudden change in tone, took a step back. But an anger grew within her.

"I was an infant when Miranda stole me! What could I have possibly done???" "You-!!"

For once, Marta didn't have much of an answer. "You, were the cause of all this! All my grief! All my loss! If you hadn't been born-" "Then what?" "Then my family! My family would still be alive!"

Rose was stunned. "What?" "My mother!! The tall woman who housed you in a golden crib, do you remember?"

Rose reached back into the depths of her memory, she did remember, vaguely, a tall woman putting her in a golden crib.

"..That was your mother." "Yes!!! My mother, who cared for you! My sisters who held you! Me! Who fed you! My uncle, my aunt, my grandmother, your father burst in and took them all from me!!!" "To save me!! I'm his daughter! He was protecting his family!" "By murdering mine???? No. No, that is not a good enough excuse!" "But what would killing me achieve???"

It wouldn't achieve anything. Marta's grief would not be satisfied. A brief high would be felt, and then more despair. She said nothing, and shamefully looked to the floor.

Rose gave a sympathetic sigh, and the two stood in silence for a few moments. Tears had already begun to run down both of the women's faces, reminiscing on their respective losses.

"I'm..  sorry." "...For what?" "On behalf of my dad, I..  I'm sorry he took your family from you." Marta nodded in quiet acknowledgement.

"...I suppose, this is the point, where I forgive you.. or I kill you." Rose steadied herself. "I guess.. have you made a decision..?"

Marta frowned, and shook her head. A thousand emotions went through her mind. "To be honest... I don't think I can do either." Her voice was fragile, and she sniffled away her sobs.

The wolf began pacing, the same thousand emotions still coursing through her;

"There is still.. a part of me, that is.. so.. angry!!!" Her crying could no longer be contained, and she pointed an accusatory finger towards the rabbit; "And it will always be!!! It will always be, angry!!"

She sighed, finally, and put her hand down. "But.. you're right. You are not the one that needs to die... I do see that.."

Rose felt relief was over her,  but she was not comforted. She empathised with Marta's state of mind, even if a little.

It seemed the wolf had nothing more to say, and quickly turned to leave;

"Wait!"

The wolf stopped, but did not look behind her. "..You still live in that castle, right?" "...Why."

The rabbit was cautious not to offend. "Could I visit sometime? You gotta hand it to me, I managed to talk my way out of you killing me-" "I am aware, Miss Rose Silvertongue." The rabbit felt emboldened by the nickname. "Maybe I could.. add something to your life? And you mine?"

The wolf seemed to consider for a few moments, before stubbornly reaching into her pocket and retrieving a pen, ripping an old poster from the wall and scribbling something down, before marching over and roughly handing it to the rabbit, before turning back one last time and dissappearing into the shadows.

Gingerly, Rose looked down at what Marta had scribbled. It was an address, and a time;

"Şaru Dornei, Transylvania, Romania. 17th of March. 24:00PM."

Rose smiled softly. The Rabbit was to meet the Wolf at midnight, and she would try her best not to be late.

[nelove22]

LIGA BPI 2022/23 | MATCHDAY 5 | Round results

30/10

Clube de Albergaria 1 - 1 Valadares Gaia FC | Olivia Kearse (40'). Rita Machado (51').

FC Famalicão 7 - 0 Amora FC | own goal (7'), Raquel Infante (14'), Raquel Fernandes (21', 45'), Regina Pereira (24'), Laís Araújo (56'), Marie-Yasmine Alidou (67').

FC Vilaverdense 1 - 1 CA Ouriense | Cristiana Vieira (90+6'). Bimba Cabral (90+7').

CS Marítimo 1 - 4 SCU Torreense | Telma Encarnação (45'). Neuza Besugo (35', 76'), own goal (51'), Ana Rocha (60').

Sporting CP 1 - 2 SC Braga | Cláudia Neto (71'). Caroline Kehrer (36'), Joline Amani (89').

01/11

SF Damaiense 1 - 6 SL Benfica | Beatriz Cameirão (80'). Jéssica Silva (7', 58'), Kika Nazareth (16', 69'), Ana Vitória (27'), Marta Cintra (73').

League table 👇👇

[changingplumbob]

A Guide to my Content Warnings

Please note I will not label posts simply for having LGBTQIA+ characters because a)I'd probably label every post and b)LGBTQIA+ people exist, I'm one of them. We're not going anywhere and if our existence offends you I humbly invite you to unfollow me.

Most of the time my stories are in the G/PG realm but occasionally they'll drift into the M realm, or mention topics which may be hard for some people. I thought I'd make this guide to attach to my future posts with content warnings (cw) so you know what to expect. I do overuse content warnings but I'd rather take the time than have someone be surprised in a way that will muck up their day. If you feel I haven't labelled something I should have that occurs in my stories just let me know.

Common or repeated topics are

Low Level Sim Spice Moderate Sim Spice Mentions/Discussions of Death Pet and/or Sim Death Mentions of Violence Distressed Infant/Toddler/Child Language Mental Health Struggles

Low Level Sim Spice

My sims being extra flirty. Usually contains innuendo or talk of what they want their woohoo to be like. It also includes sims using suggestive language.

Examples

Rahul: *chuckles and winks* Later, we’ve got to get these ones sorted. But you are also looking very tasty Mrs Chopra. So maybe we’ll both have some private dining later Samir: Jerk. Almost makes me want to bend you over the table just to spite him Reece: I mean you could and I would endorse such action

Moderate Sim Spice

Contains a scene with woohoo that's more than the sims disappearing under the covers. Will sometimes have what sims are saying as they woohoo or vague descriptions of their actions.

Examples

Rahul manages to maintain his composure until she begins to slide his fingers into her mouth and his lust overcomes him. Now he knew every sigh, shiver and squeal Cassandra made meant that she loved him. Tuesday: You see how I did that, you try Monica: But will he really like that Joey: Most guys do Tuesday: Trust me. A girl can do a heck of a lot just by playing with things in her mouth

Images will not show pixel parts (genitalia or female nipples) but occur during woohoo.

Examples

Mentions/Discussions of Death

There will be mention or discussion of a sim having passed away. Sims may also talk about how the loss affected them.

Examples

Charlie is understandably devastated. She had Allie for half of her own life, and doesn’t have many happy memories that don’t include the dog. Marta: I didn’t have to leave after padre and mama died. I had the community still but I felt alone

Pet and/or Sim Death

Either a pet or sim dies. I have changed to NOT show the pet/sim when dead, but my older content may have a few dead human sims. I normally show a photo on the wall of them and/or the urn. When my characters die they go to the timeless save where they are young so this will also be shown.

Examples

In the early hours Allie crosses the rainbow bridge After taking Sachiko’s remains to the cemetery... Indeed, a hop skip and jump later he’s in the timeless save with his mum and fellow litter mates. Dale happily plays at peace... Olive: All sims deserve to rest, no matter what they have or have not done

Mentions of Violence

I don't like to show violence, the most you'll get from me is the clouds when sims fight. However some of my sims have had violence in their pasts. Mentions can range from stating what happened to more vivid descriptions but these will not be shown.

Examples

Unfortunately Joey is knocked down before he can get a word out. Liam yells and charges at Keira, beginning an all out brawl. I’m sorry to say Othman was in several pieces, and the blood pools around him appeared to have been walked through.

Distressed Infant/Toddler/Child

No one enjoys seeing a kid panicking so I like to warn people before hand if it will be more than the usual tummy time or night night time crying.

Examples

Viola sniffles and wipes her tears from under her glasses. Why won’t this lady just pick her up? She loves being carried and desperately wants a cuddle. Tiana panics... She is alone again! Feeling betrayed she bursts into tears.

Language

Most of the time I do enjoy keeping the vocab family friendly as that's what I enjoy reading. But with some of my side projects the characters feel like they swear so I will be letting some of them use mild swearing.

Mental Health Struggles

I like to flag these so that anyone having a tough day can get a heads up. Generally it will be mentioning a sim struggles with depression or anxiety. There may be descriptions of their moods, thought patterns or conditions. This will not include suicidal thoughts.

[eva-knits12]

Easter With The Drysdales

Trigger Warning: Ransom Drysdale, Easter, twins, fluff

Summary: You, Ransom and the twins celebrate Easter with Harlan Thrombey.

(Sorry that this is two months late! I lost my writing mojo for a while.)

Ransom is in his nice dress pants, and sweater. He finishes getting Katherine dressed. Katherine is in white tights, patent leather Mary Janes that are infant sized, and she's wearing a nice, lavender Easter dress with a matching long sleeved cardigan

Harlan is wearing a nice, grey suit with a nice light grey button down and a matching lavender tie to match Katherine's outfit. Ransom did a good job of dressing the twins in their Easter clothes, and they're only six weeks old.

You have on a pair of khakis and a nice, light green sweater. You're going up to Harlan's estate for Easter dinner, and Marta and Lois will have ham and potatoes and veggies prepared. There will also be vanilla cake with ice cream for dessert. You're going through the diaper bag, making sure that there are plenty of diapers, wipes, plastic grocery bags, bottles full of your pumped milk, toys, books, and burp rags.

Ransom has the wheelchair loaded in the car, along with the custom made double stroller. The double stroller has a special attachment to it that straps to your feet, and then allows you to push yourself and the twins. Ransom ordered this online for you, and you love it. Now, you can take the twins for your version of walks.

Marta and Lois have gotten a spread ready. The ham and the turkey is in the oven, along with cheesy potatoes, mashed potatoes, the seven layer salad, and some mixed veggies.

(My mom used to make seven layer salad, but it would always be gone by the time I would get to it.)

They have the charcuterie board ready, the bottles of water ready, and the coffee is ready to go. They even set up some cribs and some changing tables for Harlan and Katherine, so that they could sleep, and you or Ransom could change them when they needed it.

Eventually, you and Ransom arrive. Harlan is dressed in black dress pants, a white button down, and a light blue cardigan. Ransom rings the doorbell, and you and the twins are still asleep. You wake up when you realize that you're now at Harlan's. The twins are still out.

Ransom has put the diaper bag on your wheel chair, and he carries you out of the car, bridal style, and into the house. Harlan places you on the sofa, and Harlan and you talk. Ransom comes back with the twins, still sleeping in their car seats.

The twins are six weeks old, and they can already follow you or Ransom with their eyes. The can also lift their head a bit, and they do that during tummy time. Ransom read and you read that six-week old infants are also interested in their hands, so you and him bought some grabbers to encourage the twins to grab, and use their hands.

"AW! Look how big they've gotten!" says Harlan.

"AW!" says Marta and Lois.

The twins are sleeping, but they manage to crack a small smile whenever you're near, or Ransom is near. You're near, so they manage to crack a smile. They're still really small babies. Plus, it would be a while before you and Ransom gave them a bottle.

"Hi, Marta. Hi, Lois," you greet Marta.

"Hi, Louise. The twins are getting so big, and they're getting even cuter," says Marta.

"AW! Look at their smiles!" says Lois.

"Are you two happy?" I say.

The twins smile more. Ransom enters the room, and they smile more.

Eventually, the twins cry, and you realize that they are hungry. Ransom pulls out two bottles, two burp rags, and Ransom lifts Katherine, and holds her in the crook of his arm, and bottle feeds her. You lift Harlan, hold him in the crook of your arm, and bottle feed him.

"There you go, Harlan. One nice, fresh bottle of mommy's special milk," you say.

"Wow, Katherine, you must be really hungry," says Ransom.

The twins were spacing out their feedings to about every three hours, and were sleeping more. You and Ransom burp the twins, and Harlan and Katherine spit up. Luckily, it was contained on the burp rag.

Harlan and Katherine fall asleep again, and that was good. It was time for their afternoon nap, so Harlan and Ransom go up, and put Harlan and Ransom in the cribs. Ransom prepares some diapers, wipes, and plastic grocery bags ready to go when they need a change.

After you and Ransom feed and burp the twins, you put them back to sleep. Your lunch is served, and then dinner is served after the Easter Egg hunt that Harlan hosts. You and the twins are napping, and Ransom comes in to check on you before the hunt. He managed to put together a mother's basket for you that includes spa stuff, and a basket for each of the twins that have onesies with bunnies and eggs on them. You even get chocolate. You made one for Ransom, and included his favorite body wash and his favorite cologne and after shave.

"Oh, sweetheart, I love it!" says Ransom. His family never cared about a holiday, maybe because everyone was so busy fighting, and his parents were to self-absorbed to even care. The help often gave him an Easter basket, even then, it was just mostly full of candy. You even included Ransom's favorite Biscoff cookies.

Your family back in Detroit even sent Ransom an Easter basket, and they even sent one for each of the twins, full of pacifiers, onesies, a stuffed bunny. and some books.

Dinner is served, and you give Harlan a basket that was put together by you and Ransom and the twins. It includes candy, chocolate, and some pics of the Harlan and Katherine. One is a family photo that was taken a while ago. Another includes photos of when Harlan met the twins, and Harlan holding each of the twins.

You and Ransom spend the night, and leave in the morning. It was an amazing Easter. You can't wait for next year, when the twins will be older, walking, and can do the Easter Egg Hunt. The Easter Egg Hunt is a fundraiser that is run by the Thrombey Foundation. The eggs can have chocolate, candy, money, and even scholarships. Every year, rich parents pay for a spot just so their kids can get a few Easter Eggs.

It was an amazing day for not only you and Ransom, but also for Harlan and Katherine.

[dliilb]

Quickbooks - Eggs DC from Ian Pons Jewell on Vimeo.

PRODUCTION DIRECTOR &. FOUNDING PARTNER - lan Pons Jewell EP/FOUNDING PARTNER - Zico Judge DOP - Mauro Chiarello PRODUCER - Jane Lloyd PRODUCTION DESIGNER - Maruxa Alvar COSTUME DESIGNER - Amena Kara PRODUCTION DESIGNER ASSIST. - Scarlett Wallis CHOREOGRAPHER & MOVEMENT DIRECTOR - Charlie Mayhew VFX - Stephen Grasso VFX - Federico Vanone HEAD OF PRODUCTION Blur - Pablo Herraiz PRODUCER - Idoia Sanchez PRODUCTION MANAGER - Marta Pijoan PRODUCTION COORD. - Mireia Fontanals PRODUCTION COORD. - Lorena Mascarell PA - Cris Cuello DIRECTOR'S DRIVER - Javier Nieto Bubu CREW DRIVER - Joao Santos, Sandro Rodriguez, Dario Carrascosa, Juanjo Infante, Alberto Campillo, Susana Santamaria UNIT MANAGER - Gerard Argeni UNIT MANAGER - Javi Puente PRODUCTION HELPERS LOCATION MANAGER - David Bello LOC. ASSIST. - Jordi Gratacós

CLIENT: QuickBooks (QB) MANAGING DIRECTOR - Jolawn Victor GLOBAL BRAND DEVELOPMENT DIRECTOR - Javier Martin HEAD OF GTM - Gemma Cooper GROUP MARKETING MANAGER - Joshua Briggs SENIOR BRAND STRATEGY MANAGER - Louise Gaffney

AGENCY: Wieden+Kennedy (WK) CREATIVE DIRECTOR - Charlie Lanus CREATIVE DIRECTOr - Lucas Reis CREATIVE - Will Wells CREATIVE - Sammy Watts-Stanfield ACCOUNT DIRECTOR - Abby Walsh ACCOUNT MANAGER- Oli Mitchell TV PRODUCER - James Laughton PRODUCTION ASSISTANT - Ross Taylor

EDIT: EDITORIAL COMPANY - The Quarry EDITOR - Ben Campbell EDIT ASSISTANT - Lawrence Lakshmanan EDIT PRODUCER - Dilia Knobel

VFX: VFX COMPANY - Time Based Arts VFX HEAD OF PRODUCTION - Josh Robinson VFX PRODUCER - Chris Aliano VFX SUPERVISOR - Stephen Grasso COLURIST - Myles Bevan

SOUND: MUSIC SUPERVISION & ADDITIONAL MUSIC: Gregory Caron & Hannes De Maeyer SOUND DESIGN: Tim Harrison & Gregory Caron FINAL MIX: Gregory Caron

AD's DEPT. 1st AD - Ferran Rial 2nd AD - Laura Ruiz Penacho 3rd AD - Martí Mendez SCRIPT - Belén Lopez

CAMERA 1st AC - Adrian Rodriguez 2nd AC - Eneko Abad VIDEO ASSIST. - Alex Vallespin DIT - Esteban Wiaggio CAMERA TRUCK DRIVER - Fernando Monsalve

LIGHTING GAFFER - Damian Halpern BEST BOY - Juan A. Danta SPARK - Juanma Perez, Javi Carrion, Charly Vila, Jesus M. Perez, Gabriel Arribas

GRIP DEPT. KEY GRIP - Ricard Arrés GRIP - Marc Marroig, Ramon Pomar, Hector Valenzuela

PHOTO PHOTOGRAPHER - Xavi Baron

ART DEPARTMENT ART DIRECTOR - Natalia Miniti SET DECORATOR - Laia Serra PROPS BUYER - Nuria Fontané PROPS BUYER ASSIST. - Julia Ruiz STANDBY PROPS - Marc Garcia STANDBY PROPS - Jerome Gilbert SET DRESSER - Jose Antonio Goya, Carles Revilla, Fernando Duran, Albert Quilez PAINTER - Lorenc Mas

SFX SFX SUPERVISOR - Facundo Acosta

SOUND DEPARTMENT SOUND MIXER - Carles Prats BOOM OPERATOR - Haddad Casadevall

BTS DEPARTMENT. BTS - Mattheu Farag

ANIMALS ANIMAL HANDLER - Carles Vila

WARDROBE DEPT. COSTUME ASSIST - Marti Palacin, Eduard Barcelo DRIVER WARDROBE - Sergio Gomez, Juan Cascorro MOTORHOME DRIVER - Jonas Suarez

M-UP & HAIR DEPT. MU & HAIR ARTIST - Eva Quilez MU ASSIST. - Laura Garcia HAIR ASSIST. - Alvaro Sanchez FX PROSTHETIC - Raquel Pintado FX MAKE UP ASSIST. - As per Raquel Pintadi

OTHERS NURSE - Sergi Pares, Damia Roy CATERER - Cuchara De Palo

CASTING CASTING SPAIN: @castingbite CASTING DIRECTOR: Pablo Peñalver CASTING LONDON: @kharmelcochranecasting CASTING DIRECTOR: Kharmel Cochrane

TALENT HERO GIRL - Chelsea O'Connor CAFÉ CUSTOMER - Secondary // Johnny Melville CAFÉ CUSTOMER - Secondary // Toni Regueiro CHICKEN - Paskany CHICKEN - Juan Sanchez HERO GUY - Rai Aich DOG WALKER - Josep Rafús BLUE DOG - Xevi Dorca PINK DOG - Joss Carter PURPLE DOG - Steph McCann CAFÉ CUSTOMER - Florencia Tahan CAFÉ CUSTOMER - Xi Wang Li CAFÉ CUSTOMER - Sonia Nardone CAFÉ CUSTOMER - Jordi Carol CAFÉ CUSTOMER - Francisco Romero CAFÉ CUSTOMER - Motokazu Kawamura CAFÉ CUSTOMER - Andzhur Aditanoz

[earosagarcia]

Archivo ARES. Estéticas, identidades y prácticas audiovisuales en España (2022)

Enlace al catálogo de publicaciones de la UJI: https://www.uji.es/serveis/scp/base/publ/proser/cataleg/

ISBN: 978-84-18951-69-5

DOI: http://dx.doi.org/10.6035/Humanitats.67

Publicación del volumen Archivo ARES. Estéticas, identidades y prácticas audiovisuales en España (Universitat Jaume I de Castelló, 2022), editado por Ana Martínez-Collado, Rosa García y José Luis Panea, en el marco del Proyecto MCIN de I+D+i EShID: Estéticas híbridas de la imagen en movimiento. Videoarte español y dinámicas identitarias en el mapa global (2019-2022) (Ref.: PGC2018-095875-B-I00).

Autores (p. o. aparición):

Ana Martínez-Collado, Rosa García, José Luis Panea, Francisco Holgado, Antonio Notario Ruiz, Salomé Cuesta, Bárbaro Miyares, Paula Fernández-Valdés, Ruth Sanjuán, Maribel Doménech, Rocíode la Villa, Marta Negre, Joan M. Marín, Juncal Caballero, Ruth Montiel Arias, Verónica Perales, Antoni Abad, Lúa Coderch, Estíbaliz Sádaba, Susana Blas, Pedro Ortuño, Marina Núñez, Laura Torrado, Francisco Ruiz de Infante, Menene Gras Balaguer.

Resumen:

El Archivo ARES. Estéticas, identidades y prácticas audiovisuales en España (https://aresvisuals.net/), desde su creación en 2016 hasta la actualidad, se propone como un espacio de reflexión en torno al videoarte español, comprometido con la idea de archivar no sólo como una necesidad de hacer memoria, sino también de activar imaginarios alternativos que visibilicen estéticas más inclusivas. Con este libro se pretende difundir las principales aportaciones realizadas durante estos años, dibujando una serie de itinerarios en relación a las temáticas nucleares sobre la identidad y situando las obras de artistas relevantes en referencia a estas cuestiones. Paralelamente, la publicación sistematiza los materiales derivados de las actividades de transferencia impulsadas desde el Archivo, como las propuestas teóricas y artísticas procedentes de los dos congresos internacionales celebrados o el Ciclo de visionado y diálogo con artistas.

Índice:

0. Ana Martínez-Collado, Rosa García, José Luis Panea. “Introducción. Estudio preliminar: el Archivo ARES, resultado de una década de investigación en el ámbito universitario” (pp. 11-28).

1. Ana Martínez-Collado. “La identidad cultural en el ámbito de las artes audiovisuales: un enfoque contextual” (pp. 29-68).

2. Ana Martínez-Collado, Rosa García, Francisco Holgado. “Los artistas del archivo” (pp. 69-172).

3. Rosa García, Francisco Holgado. “La cámara como registro de la intimidad: género y sexualidad a ambos lados de una misma frontera” (pp. 173-220).

4. Ana Martínez-Collado, José Luis Panea, Francisco Holgado. “Obras del Archivo ARES 2015-2022: itinerario nº 1” (pp. 221-306).

5. José Luis Panea. “Narrativas alternativas al relato global: etnicidad, nacionalidad, imagen en movimiento” (pp. 307-372).

6. Ana Martínez-Collado, José Luis Panea, Francisco Holgado. “Obras del Archivo ARES 2015-2022: itinerario nº 2” (pp. 373-482).

7. Antonio Notario Ruiz. “Creación, investigación y política desde las imágenes en movimiento” (pp. 483-504).

8. Salomé Cuesta Valera, Paula Fernández-Valdés, Bárbaro Miyares. “Preservación de videoarte en plataformas en línea: obsolescencia y futuro del Archivo ARES” (pp. 505-522).

9. Ruth Sanjuán. “Ciclo de Visionado y Diálogo con Artistas: una introducción” (pp. 523-534).

10. Maribel Doménech, Rocío de la Villa. “Sesión nº 1: El tejido del tiempo: movimientos de nuestro tiempo” (pp. 535-544).

11. Marta Negre, Joan M. Marín, Juncal Caballero. Sesión nº 2: Cápsulas audiovisuales: del vídeo reteniendo el fragmento” (pp. 545-554).

12. Ruth Montiel Arias, Verónica Perales. “Sesión nº 3: Márgenes de la violencia: revisitando el concepto de especie” (pp. 555-564).

13. Antoni Abad, Salomé Cuesta Valera. “Sesión nº 4: Cartografías de la accesibilidad: arte, acción directa y transformación social” (pp. 565-574).

14. Lúa Coderch, Ruth Sanjuán. “Sesión nº 5: Poéticas de lo humano y lo objetual” (pp. 575-584).

15. Estíbaliz Sádaba, Susana Blas. “Sesión nº 6: Cuerpo y casa, mujer y trabajo doméstico” (pp. 585-594).

16. Pedro Ortuño, Bárbaro Miyares. “Sesión nº 7: Cánones, latitudes, disidencias: estrategias representacionales e industria del entretenimiento” (pp. 595-606).

17. Marina Núñez, Laura Torrado. “Sesión nº 8: Individuo, abismo, interfaz” (pp. 607-618).

18. Francisco Ruiz de Infante, Menene Gras Balaguer. “Sesión nº 9: Los nuevos niños perdidos: metáforas del vuelo (y el aterrizaje) como crítica cultural” (pp. 619-638).

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CS Marítimo 0 - 2 CA Ouriense | Melanie Cunha (58', 61').

SL Benfica 8 - 0 Amora FC | Jéssica Silva (30', 50', 69'), Marta Cintra (54', 61'), Ana Vitória (60'), Ana Seiça (65'), Pauleta (90+5').

FC Famalicão 3 - 0 SCU Torreense | Vânia Duarte (36'), Raquel Infante (66'), Antri Violari (81').

SF Damaiense 2 - 0 Valadares Gaia FC | Summer Green (17', 76').

Clube de Albergaria 0 - 2 SC Braga | Marie-Aurelle Awona (18'), Joline Amani (45').

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