#probably if i search in latin i'll find something but i don't know what word he used so it's a bit complicated lmao

[katakosmos]

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She had asked Regulus: "Why is all of this happening to me? What's wrong with me?"

He had smiled tenderly, in his own way, and then wiped away her tears, saying: "Nothing, absolutely nothing. St. Augustine says–"

"Are you really going to quote St. Augustine now?"

Regulus had laughed. "Yes, but listen to me. Just for a second. He says, and it's extremely beautiful, that human beings love in a messy way. That sometimes, in our imperfection, we foolishly give all our love to those who don't deserve it. So you, Pandora, have nothing wrong: indeed, it's admirable that you can love with so much strength. Your love shocks the world, makes the earth tremble. Your only flaw is that you give all this feeling to people that aren't worthy of receiving even the smallest part of it. Perhaps, before loving others unconditionally, you should reserve some of that love for yourself. It's something I have to learn to do, too. When you're ready, if you want, we'll start this journey together."

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[thorraborinn]

I found this carved into the wood floor of my rental unit under the back door entrance mat.

As far as I can tell, it says “OG BALAM AHATH” but nothing turns up when I Google that phrase. Any idea what it is?

The runes ᚩand ᚻ have Anglo-Frisian features, so if they used the runes consistently then the ᚫ runes stand for æ rather than a. That gives us: og bælæm æhæþ. From what I'm looking at the second word might be rælæm with some inconvenient wood grain making it harder to see but you've got the real thing there so I'll trust your judgment on that. Either way, I don't know what it means. Reading this at face value, it doesn't look like a language I'm familiar with and I don't think there's good reason to identify it as a pre-modern Germanic language either.

Sometimes you'll find a piece of runic writing and it doesn't make any sense but if you can guess about what the person thought but was wrong about you can kind of triangulate what they were going for. But I've got nothing here. There's also traditional ways to obscure messages in runes like substitution ciphers. That could have happened here, but it would be hours of trial and error and would probably not produce anything.

Though technically you'd want to read ᚫ as æ for the sake of consistency, there's no guarantee the carver really knew that and I suspect that you're right in that they probably meant it to stand for a. The reason is just that I can't think of any language that would require that many æ's (maybe Old Danish, but this is not Old Danish). If that's true, then this was carved by someone who doesn't really know runes very well (i.e. a regular person). I think they looked up something like "English to runes chart" on Google Images (or if it's been there too long for that, used a <$15 book on runes from a new age store).

Basically, I think that the fact that they used runes here doesn't mean anything more than writing "ᚨᛒᚱᚨᚲᚨᛞᚨᛒᚱᚨ" instead of "abracadabra."

If someone's gonna blow their deposit to do something like this right at a door, I feel like they probably were trying to do some sort of magic, and it was probably meant to protect the house and/or themselves. I think they maybe they found some supposedly magic words, and decided to write it in the most magical alphabet they could think of (or just one that's easy to scratch into wood). Historically you could sometimes find stuff buried at thresholds for this sort of purpose; this person probably didn't have the ability to pull that off, though I dunno why they didn't just tape it to the bottom of the doormat or something. It could just be a language I don’t recognize, but I also can’t pull anything up through a Google search (it could be one that doesn’t use Latin script).

Anyway I've tried a bunch of searching and stuff and could probably do this all day but I'm going to take the fact that balam is apparently Tagalog for “waste of time” as a sign and call it.

[irelandseyeonmythology]

Does Old Irish have a word for bear? If so, did they refer to a bear by traits rather than it's name, as in some european languages? Did bears ever get mentioned in any of the manuscripts you've studied? I find myself wondering where this creature now-extinct in Ireland fit into the language. Maybe from there, I'd be able to imagine what the irish landscape with bears in it would've been like?

Thank you! We do have a few words for bears!

Bears often show up in the names of warriors and kings, similarly to how we often see names that are clearly taken from dogs, wolves, and horses. ("Conall", "Eochu", etc.)

One of the most famous would, of course, be the word, no longer in usage in the present language, "art." Famous examples include Art mac Cuinn (father of the more famous Cormac mac Airt), Art Imlech, and, of course....king Arthur. (Who isn't strictly Irish, but whose name comes from a similar root.) We know that this word goes back at least to the time of the Gauls, with the goddess "Artio" being attested, and Proto-Celtic *artos, which in turn derives from PIE *h₂ŕ̥ḱtos. What is perhaps most interesting, for reasons I'll note in about a paragraph, is that it in itself SEEMS to be derived from a PIE word meaning "destruction." This PIE word's descendants include Latin "ursus" and Greek "arktós."

But, as you guessed, there's another name for bear, and that is the one that survives into the present language: Originally it is just "Math", "Good", though that ends up becoming "mathgamain", "the good calf", which, in the present language, becomes "mathúin". (Though as far as I'm aware, it's more common to just use the English loan word"béar.") The most popular holder of this name was probably the 10th century Munster king Mathgamain mac Cennétig, ill-fated elder brother to Brian Boru.

So, what appears to have happened is that, at first, you had them using a euphemism to describe the bear as a way of avoiding the Indo European Bear Taboo (to speak of something is to summon that thing), but then, as time goes on and THAT word becomes the technical word for the bear, you replace it with something else. "GOOD BEAR. GOOD BOY. NICE BEAR."

Not unlike what you see with the Sidhe, when you think about it. And, of course, wolves, who are known in the modern language as "mictíre", "sons of the land". There is another word for wolf, "faolchú", which is derived, in turn, from the word "fáel", which has roots in Proto Celtic and PIE, but, as far as I know, it isn't the popular word to describe a wolf.

To my knowledge, we don't have any actual bears appearing in the literary material, though, as J.P Mallory discusses in "In Search of the Irish Dreamtime", we have a number of cases where heroes are likened to bears. (It's particularly interesting to me because, while there could be a negative tint to metaphors concerning wolves, though NOT a unanimous thing, there doesn't seem, as far as I know, to have been one regarding being likened to a bear. Perhaps because, like how the Fianna only became really prominent in the literary tradition after the decline of actual Fianna bands, it was easier to admire something you didn't have to deal with on the regular.)

[stope07]

Faye/Hayley Part 3

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Author-What if Faye left     and changed her name to hayley marshall aft   er the circle was bonded and she found out she was a werewolf  what if she gets her magic back (they unbinded the circle)

Its Been three days we are still trying to break the link and elijah got yesterday

REBEKAH: So, this is what you do the first time we're back together as a family? Vampire book club?

Klaus: [continues reading] Reading edifies the mind, sister. Isn't that right, Elijah?

Elijah: Yes, that's quite right, Niklaus.

REBEKAH: And what's this business?

[She gestures to the dead girl on the table]

Elijah: This is a... [He gestures as though he's searching for a word] ...peace offering.

Klaus: [sighs] I presumed, after so much time desiccating in a coffin, that my big brother might be a bit peckish.

Elijah: [annoyed] And I explained to my little brother that forgiveness cannot be bought. I'd simply prefer to see a change in behavior that indicates contrition and personal growth.

[Klaus rolls his eyes guiltily, and Elijah gestures to the girl on the table]

Elijah: Not this nonsense.

Klaus: [grins] Well, I couldn't very well let her go to waste, could I?

REBEKAH: [annoyed] Well, I suppose I'll go fetch the rubbish bin, because she's staining a two hundred-year-old carpet.

[Elijah looks up from his book to see the girl bleeding out onto the table, where the blood drips onto the floor but he also sees hayley and Melissa}

Melissa - Am i the only one who sees that or.....

Hayley/Faye - NO they are just a very weird family (faye looks at melissa) You thinking what I'm thinking

Melissa - Yes

M&F- From air to fire, water to stone, join together and burn to the bone.

The body goes up in flames the vampires look at them

Rebekah - Why

M&F - No one wants to see a dead body laying around (they giggle)

Elijahs shakes his head as they go to the kitchen elijah follows

Faye/Hayley: Gotta find that unlinking spell

Melissa : its not all bad like you get to be around hot men

Elijah smiles at what she said

Faye/Hayley: Hello Elijah Could find the milk or put it on the grocery list

Rebekah - add bleach

You know, I do hope my siblings were hospitable to you in my absence.

HAYLEY: In your absence, as you like to call it-- which is a way-too-polite way of saying that your brother put a dagger in your heart-- [She looks up to see Elijah bringing a bowl, a spoon, and a bag of cereal to the counter] I have been attacked by French Quarter vampires, I've had to live in a house with a secret dungeon full of coffins, and I was nearly murdered by witches who are convinced my baby is Lucifer.

  Hayley:Oh... milk. [beat] They've been fine. Your siblings are weirdly protective, I know I have you to thank for that.

Elijah: I'm just happy to see that you're in one piece. [He smiles at her and hands her the bowl of cereal] So, back to the murderous witches. I have some concerns.

M&F: We're working on an unlinking spell being linked to witches that want you dead is not comforting

  Elijah:Yes, I think it's time we took care of that little problem.

[Rebekah suddenly re-enters the kitchen, dragging the corpse of the girl Klaus killed across the floor behind her]

REBEKAH: I am all for it. As soon as they're unlinked, we get to leave this crap town. Who do we have to kill?

Elijah: [considers this for a moment] Probably no one.

[Hayley and melissa look at Elijah like he is crazy Elijah rolls his eyes and sighs]

Elijah: Alright, potentially everyone.

Melissa puts a pot on the stove and fill it with water Faye and Melissa both smile thinking of what they did with cassie

F&M: Fire without flame, bring me heat.Fire without flame, bring me heat.

The water starts to boil the vampires look at them wide eyed they had only saw it done with latin they quickly rush to the girls and stop them not knowing how powerful they are and not wanting them to burn the house down

Klaus- OK um lets just calm down don't wanna light the house on fire

Rebekah - No more fire magic  for today ok just work on that unlinking spell

M&F: OK(giggling)

The Two Brothers Leave

A few Hours later

[Sophie has just awakened in one of the cemetery's many mausoleums and is struggling against the grip of the masked men who knocked her out. The men shackle Sophie's wrists to chains that hang from the ceiling]

SOPHIE: Let go of me!

[Agnes enters the crypt with a bag and sets it on a table]

AGNES: Leave her be.

SOPHIE: [appalled] Killing me to get to Klaus-- or his baby-- is not the answer!

AGNES: [roots through her bag] I'm not gonna kill you, Sophie. I was there the day you were born. I am the last remaining Elder of our coven. It is my duty to protect our power, and our power means nothing if that baby grows another day. [She turns to face Sophie] Sabine's omen was clear. That baby will bring death to us all. 

SOPHIE: [scared] What are you gonna do?

[Agnes holds up a large, old-looking metal syringe with a long needle. Sophie seems to recognize it because the sight terrifies her, and she desperately tries to back away despite being chained up]

SOPHIE: No, no, Agnes, no. No, no, don't!

[Agnes holds Sophie's head to the side and stabs the needle into her neck]

Hayley

[In her bedroom, Hayley suddenly yelps in pain and instinctively grabs her neck. When she pulls her hand away, she notices blood on her fingers from a small puncture wound that is already starting to heal. Rebekah hears her shout and rushes in the room]

HAYLEY: AHH!

REBEKAH: [unnerved] What the hell was that?

HAYLEY: Hell if I know. It felt like I was being stabbed.

Melissa- we need to find an unlinking spell fast

Hayley nods

[Hayley and Rebekah both get a dawning realization that something bad is happening]

[funesgoal]

Undercover | Will Halstead (part 2)

Pairing: Will Halstead x Ruzek!reader

Word count: 1,777

Summary: Y/N is Adam Ruzek's sister but she is also very good at being undercover. Her aptitudes are very good for a cop, except she isn't one. One night she chooses the erroneous target and everything starts to go wrong.

Warnings: none.

Part 1

The Chicago police intelligence unit used to catch every criminal that it set out to catch. The other officers thought it was easy, but they never saw the work before the arrest. Searching for information, gathering facts, talking to informants. None of the superiors took into consideration their hard work, which was not done alone. Each and every one of the detectives in charge of Sergeant Voight put in their greatest effort to make the teamwork pay off.

But on this particular day, Detective Jay Halstead could not concentrate. His phone kept vibrating in his pants pocket, and that was something everyone had noticed.

"Halstead, are you with us?" Voight's gaze settled on him.

"Of course, sergeant."

"Well, tell that to your cell phone."

The boy's face turned red instantly because of the embarrassment he felt about being exposed by the boss, in front of all his buddies. He took out his smartphone and hid it under his desk, ready to kill the one who kept calling.

He was surprised to see that it was his brother Will.

«Stop bothering» He wrote the text as fast as he could and sent it. He immediately got a response.

«We need to talk. NOW. »

Millions of ideas crossed his mind about what might be happening and none of them was good. It could be his father. Will wouldn't bother him if it wasn't something important. He knew very well that he was at his workplace.

His thoughts must have been transferred to his face because when he raised his head, everyone, in the room was looking at him.

"Jay, do you need to go outside?" This time Voight wasn't being ironic, he was being supportive. The ex-soldier nodded to go somewhere away from the rest. "Thank you, sergeant" he said.

Once alone, he started calling.

"Will" his voice came out like a sigh as soon as his brother answered the call, "What happened? Are you okay?"

"I don't know" he answered. Jay didn't know how to interpret his tone of voice. "I'm so angry, how could I be so stupid!"

"Wait, wait" he tried to calm him down. "What are you talking about?"

The man on the other end of the line kept yelling things the detective couldn't understand. He asked him to calm down, one more time. "I have to tell you everything."

"It's all right."

"I've been robbed" there was a deep silence on the call. "Not on the street, not in the hospital. In my house. By a girl I met in a club."

Jay rolled his eyes. "I really can't believe you called me to talk about this. Report the lost property and get over it. It'll give you experience."

"You don't get it. It wasn't just a robbery. It was all planned, Jay. She injected me with some kind of substance to put me to sleep. Believe me, I know what I'm talking about. She's turned the whole department upside down."

The detective didn't even let him finish. "It's okay. We're working on a case now but when you finish your shift at the hospital come down to the station so we can try to reconstruct his face and get an arrest warrant. Are you happy with that?"

"I don't know" Will finished the call and of course he wasn't happy with his brother's response. Meanwhile, he went back to Voight and the rest of the team.

Erin Lindsey was standing in front of the board. The images that were on it had been taped there a few minutes ago. "Julio Mamani. He belongs to the Latin Gods. We've seen him and his people before, but they had always gone unnoticed. They've cooperated with the police a few times." She said, pointing to the man in the first photo.

She stepped forward and pointed to the next photo. "Andrés Rivera. He has worked with the Latin Gods, but he separated from them in 2016. Our informants say Mamani and Rivera had fought and Mamani forced him out of Chicago. But one of Antonio's informants claims she's seen him come back."

"Do you trust her, Antonio?" Hank asked the dark-haired detective.

He nodded. "She's never lied to me. Her information has always been true."

"The question is, why is Rivera back right now?" continued Erin, trying to develop the information as clearly as possible. "If he left almost without a fight before, what's so important that he came back to face Mamani?"

Adam Ruzek stepped forward so that he could ask. "And why do we think Rivera came back for Mamani? I mean, maybe he forgot something the last time he was in Chicago."

"We know from this" She pointed to a picture with very low quality. The first thing you saw at first glance was the pixels. You could see that it was a cargo truck. The second thing you could see was the kilos of cocaine that the members of Latin Gods were taking out of the truck. "This image was obtained by Mouse from the security camera of a nearby pharmacy. All this cocaine, we could count at least 20 kilos, belonged to Rivera. He's been smuggling it into Chicago's Mamani areas for at least three years."

"We think Rivera's back to take down Mamani" Antonio stood up and joined Erin. "We're not sure, as I said, it's a theory."

Olinsky, from his hidden desk, made an important point. "And if Rivera ends up with Mamani, a gang fight will break out."

"Exactly" Erin finished. "And we can't let that happen."

Hank Voight nodded. He stood up, ready to give the orders.

"Halstead and Lindsay, find out everything you can about Rivera. I want to know every step he's taken in the last four years" the sergeant pointed them out. Then he turned to Ruzek and Atwater. "You two concentrate on Mamani. Find out about the places he usually hangs out. If Rivera goes looking for him, he'll probably do the same. Al, come with me."

Sergeant Platt appeared in the room accompanied by a red-haired man. He was wearing medical clothing and his face was unsettled.

"Halstead, your brother is here," said the woman, then she turned and walked out.

"Yes, thank you, sergeant."

Will Halstead joined his brother. He welcomed him with a smile, mocking him. "So... How are you?"

"Stop mocking me, Jay. I'm telling you, I'm serious. "

They weren't alone in the room. Erin Lindsey and Kevin Atwater were with the brothers. They both said hello, curious to know what was going on. It was the woman who asked first. Jay went ahead and answered.

"My brother had a problem with a girl."

"It wasn't my problem!"

"Atwater, how many girls you meet in bars do you take home?"

He didn't want to answer, but he didn't have time because Will beat him to it.

"I met this girl at a club, we had a couple of drinks and went to my apartment. I woke up today with the whole place a mess and no credit cards. I took a blood test" he pulled a folded sheet of paper out of his pocket. "She injected me with midazolam."

"That's what you get for wanting to take every woman you see to the bed" he went back to bother him. "Kevin, could you help us make a portrait of her?"

Atwater nodded and got on with it. Erin took her notebook. "Tell us everything you remember about her."

"She was blonde, long hair, brown eyes. She must have been in her twenties, twenty-two. She was British. She said she arrived in Chicago just yesterday."

The woman was writing while the man was drawing on the tablet. Jay looked at him to ask him a question. "Did she tell you her name? Anything about where she was staying?"

Will snorted. He put his hands to his head, slowly denying. "She told me to call her «Agatha Christie» "

Then Jay and Kevin broke up in a fit of laughter. So much that Atwater had to put the tablet down to keep it from slipping out of his hands. Lindsey didn't copy them, though. "Come on, Erin. Don't pretend you're not amused."

"I am not really," she said, rereading her notes over and over again. "She just got to Chicago and the first thing she does is go to a club and make out with a guy?"

"That may not be your type, Erin, but hers is."

The woman bit her lower lip. She shook her head. "No, all of this is odd to me."

Atwater got in the way. "What do you think? Looked like her?" He showed him what the picture looked like. Will pointed out a couple of details and after the corrections, the man was sure of the picture.

"Yes, it looks like her" he suddenly seemed to remember something. He put his hand in one pocket and tried to find something, but without success, and then he went back to the other one.

Ruzek entered the room. He had a folder full of papers and looked ecstatic. "Hey, you won't believe what Mouse and I... Oh, hi, Will!" He walked over to the others and handed out different papers to the three detectives. "Well, what Mouse and I discovered. Every Friday night Mamani and a good number of the Latin Gods go to the West Meigs Casino. Apparently, they frequent certain prostitutes, one of whom is an informant for Antonio, which would serve as a starting point for us to go undercover."

"Great job, Ruzek" Kevin congratulated him.

"Wait, I haven't said the hard part yet. Mamani will be in a special room at the casino. The police could ask for a warrant, but, obviously, the Latin Gods wouldn't go if we did that. So, Mouse is trying to get away in and-What... How...Where did you get that, Will?"

Ruzek pointed to his right hand. The surgeon raised it in the air, showing what was in it.

"The girl left it at my house. She probably dropped it while she was putting away the money she stole from me."

"What are you talking about?" He said, but then he left his question behind. "You know what, never mind. That's a ticket to Room 11! Where Mamani will be!" the excitement was in the man's voice. "I have no idea how you got it, but now we just have to make enough copies. I'll go tell Mouse to do it. You're a genius, Will!"

Erin took one look at Jay. "You still think she had nothing to do with it?"