Make a new post with facts about your OC - BUT for every fact you share, I strongly encourage you to tag another blog to share about their OC! :) (e.g., 2 facts -> 2 tags)
thank you for the tag @hamburgerslippers AND @sleepingfancies !! we are holding hands the 3 of us
Brooke's name actually has satyr origins: in her native language, its pronounced more like Bürüko, as a loanword.
Milo is single-born (most fauns are twins) and so spends a lot of time as a kid with Sumayasuna, as an honorary triplet, though they are unrelated.
Julian shares his birthday with one of his sheep (though the year is different) and that ewe grows to be his charge and his pet more than the others, who are more livestock.
Diana stays in contact with her father via letters after leaving her home in Ereform, under promise that he never tells anyone.
Satyrs usually take the last name of their same gender parent, but when Liliana transitions, she keeps her father's name.
Reiji has a habit of scratching at his own hands when he's nervous or thinking.
tagging @laughableillusions @spingebills and fuck it retag u both too @hamburgerslippers @sleepingfancies is that allowed? show me more oc fun facts (if u want. necessary addition)
Julian Keith Strickland (born October 26, 1953) is an American singer-songwriter, composer, musician, multi-instrumentalist, and one of the founding members of The B-52s. He was born in Athens, Georgia.
Originally the band's drummer, Strickland switched to guitar after the death of guitarist Ricky Wilson in 1985.[1] Strickland also plays keyboards and bass guitar on many of The B-52s recordings, and has occasionally provided backing vocals. Strickland composes the music for The B-52s. He said of the process: "Ricky and I used to write the music together, but now I write the individual instrument parts and arrange the instrumental compositions myself. I'm trying to convey a feeling when I compose. I think of my instrumentals as soundscapes – the chord progressions, rhythms, harmonics and musical direction are used to evoke various sonic atmospheres or moods."
On December 13, 2012, Strickland retired from touring with the B-52s;[3] Fred Schneider said of Strickland's announcement, "We had known about Keith’s decision for a while but we just didn’t want to think about it. Keith will probably still be available for special shows but he wanted to get off the road. Keith will always be able to work with us whenever he wants. He's a best friend."[4] Greg Suran is his current live stand-in.
Pairing: Single Mom!female reader x Max Verstappen
Warnings: Fluffy,
Summary: You love your babies, but sometimes you need a break and Max loves taking them out for the day.
Requested: NO / yes
You loved your babies very much; there was no amount of words to describe how much love you felt for your three kids.
There was your oldest, a boy, Julian, who was 7. Then there was your eldest daughter, Claira, who was 5.
They were the children of your late fiancee, who died in a car crash before he even got to meet his daughter.
Your best friend and rock through it all, Lando, was there for every mistake you made, every little miss-step. With every down he was there, and he was also there for every up.
In 2020, you two made a bet to see how long it would last for the other to crack in a relationship, so you two started dating. Everything went smoothly, but nothing changed, really.
The only thing that did was there was now another element of intimacy.
It was you who cracked first and broke up with Lando because you saw the way he was looking at Luisinha Oliveira.
What you didn't expect was to find out that you were pregnant with a girl.
Hana Norris was born on November 9th, 2021.
In 2022, you started to date Max Verstappen after he broke up with Kelly Piquet.
He always brought a smile to your face, and you always brought one to his, and you made him feel calmer than before.
He loved your kids; to the older two, he was their father; to Hana, he was her uncle because her dad was still around.
But today, you needed a break; everything was overwhelming, and you didn't feel the greatest, so when Max suggested taking the kids to the park for a few hours so you could sleep and just relax, you were hesitant.
Not because you didn't trust Max but because you hadn't been alone or without your babies for 7 almost 8 years.
But you gave in, and it brought Max a massive smile.
Claira wanted to invite Charles.
Hana wanted to bring Lando, her father.
While your son wanted Max and only Max, no one else.
They did come along, and Oscar, too, was visiting Lando.
You rested and relaxed for the time they were gone.
When they returned, Lando walked in as he carried Hana and Max carrying Claira, while Charles carried Julian, who was talking animately to him and Oscar.
You just smiled at them as Lnado and Max went to put the girls to bed, and Charles and Oscar sat with your son while he talked.
When Lando and Max finished putting the two girls to bed, Lando joined your son, and Max stood behind you, arms around your waist.
You just leaned further into him, watching your son.
A/N: Follower Cele 8, here
Tags: @llando4norris @mcmuppet @ellen3101
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Can I request a 🧸 for Charlos and reader? Maybe both of them being obsessed with a newborn, but also taking care of the reader after birth, just being dads and boyfriends of the year?
thank you for requesting!🫶🏽
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“He is perfect,” Charles whispered in a hushed voice as his fingers lightly tracing over the soft features of his son’s face.
“You’re just saying that because Pascale said he looks a bit like you when you were born,” you countered, though there was a smile on your face as you watched the boy pace around the living room with the baby in his arms, the baby that was barely a month old.
“Then he will grow up to be handsome,” Charles said with a playful glint in his eyes, one that only brightened when you both heard the Spaniard in the kitchen let out a noise of disagreement.
You snorted.
“Kidding, mon amour!” Charles called out, his cheeks flushed a soft pinkish colour as his attention was quickly shifted back to the huffing baby in his arms, almost like little Julian Leclerc-Sainz knew the focus wasn’t on him anymore. “And I’m just kidding too, my prince.”
“You’re hogging him,” Carlos commented as he walked back into the living room, a tray of food in hand as he headed straight towards the couch where you were sitting.
“He’s your son, not a football,” you murmured, rolling your eyes. However, it was short-lived when you saw the array of foods laid out on the tray—foods that you weren’t able to eat while you were pregnant but craved through the whole nine months. “Oh.”
“The least you deserve,” Carlos murmured as he placed a kiss to your hairline before his arm wound around your shoulders, tugging you into his side. “The least we can do after you gave us so much.”
“You know I’m still a mess,” you murmured as you sniffled, though it was a little late for the tears already welling up in your lash line.
“It’s cute,” Carlos commented with a huffed laugh as you nuzzled your face further into his chest, most likely wiping your tears on his shirt but he couldn’t bring himself to care.
“But not as cute as you,” Charles cooed softly, grinning down at the small baby in his arms. “No, you’re the absolute cutest.”
“Way to make a girl feel special,” you joked lightly as Charles’ eyes found yours, a grin spread across his face.
“You, cherie, are the most beautiful woman on the planet and nothing will change that,” Charles stated it so simply, like it was just a fact of the world: the sky was blue, grass was green and you were the most beautiful person to ever exist.
Your cheeks burned but you smiled, nonetheless. “Maybe not right this second,” you joked, teasing and light-hearted but it made both boys frown.
“You look more and more beautiful every day,” Carlos told you as his fingers gripped your chin, pulling your face up so you could look at him. “And I think motherhood has only made you more beautiful.”
“You brought in the most perfect creation into the world,” Charles continued as he walked over to the couch, settling into the spot next to you despite little Julian happily dozing off in his arms. “Only someone just as perfect could do so.”
You felt your eyes get wet again. “You two are really ganging up on me to make me cry today.”
“And we will be here to wipe the tears too,” Carlos murmured as his thumb swiped a few stray tears before he placed another lingering kiss to your forehead.
Juliane Koepcke was born in Lima, Peru, on October 10, 1954, to German parents who were both biologists. Raised in the lush environment of the Amazon rainforest, Juliane was familiar with the challenges and dangers posed by the wild, an experience that would later prove crucial to her survival.
On December 24, 1971, 17-year-old Juliane and her mother, Maria Koepcke, boarded LANSA Flight 508 in Lima, heading for Pucallpa, a city in the Peruvian Amazon. They were traveling to join Juliane's father for Christmas at the family’s research station. The flight, however, was doomed.
Midway through the journey, the plane encountered a severe thunderstorm. Lightning struck the aircraft, causing it to break apart in mid-air. Juliane, still strapped into her seat, plummeted approximately 10,000 feet into the dense Amazon jungle.
Amazingly, Juliane survived the fall, likely aided by the thick foliage that cushioned her descent. She awoke the next morning, disoriented and injured, but alive. Her right collarbone was broken, she had a deep cut on her leg, and her right eye was swollen shut. Alone in the vast and unforgiving Amazon, Juliane had to rely on her wits and the survival skills she had learned from her parents to stay alive.
Despite her injuries and the traumatic experience, Juliane remained calm and determined to survive. She had no food and only a small bag of candy that had fallen with her. Drawing on her knowledge of the rainforest, she sought out water, knowing that following a stream would eventually lead her to civilization. For the next 11 days, she trudged through the jungle, battling extreme heat, exhaustion, hunger, and the constant threat of predators.
Juliane’s knowledge of the rainforest played a crucial role in her survival. She knew not to drink stagnant water and avoided poisonous plants. Her injuries became infected, and maggots began to infest the wound on her arm, but she pressed on. Along the way, she encountered evidence of the crash, including other passengers who had not been as fortunate as her.
On the 11th day of her ordeal, Juliane stumbled upon a small boat moored near a makeshift shelter used by loggers. She used gasoline from the boat's fuel tank to clean her wounds, a painful but necessary measure to rid herself of the maggots. Exhausted and on the brink of collapse, she waited by the boat, hoping that its owners would return.
The next day, loggers arrived and found Juliane, amazed that she had survived such an ordeal. They took her to a nearby village and then to a local hospital, where she was treated for her injuries and dehydration. After her recovery, Juliane was reunited with her father, who had feared the worst after hearing about the crash.
Out of the 92 passengers and crew aboard LANSA Flight 508, Juliane was the sole survivor. The discovery of her survival was a miracle, and her story quickly became international news.
Her life after the crash was marked by a combination of fame and trauma. The media attention surrounding her survival was intense, but Juliane preferred to maintain a low profile, focusing on her studies and rebuilding her life. She went on to study biology, following in her parents' footsteps, and eventually earned a Ph.D. She dedicated her career to the study of mammals, particularly bats, and continued to work in the field of conservation in Peru.
In 1989, Juliane married and took the surname Diller. Despite the passage of time, she remained haunted by the memories of the crash and her mother’s death. It wasn't until many years later that she felt ready to speak publicly about her experience. In 2011, she published her memoir, When I Fell From the Sky in which she detailed her ordeal and reflected on the profound impact it had on her life.
Lettenhove doesn’t exist. As far as Geralt can tell, the place where Jaskier is said to come from doesn’t exist.
It’s not on any map, and as far as visiting there, Geralt has never been there, nor has anyone else.
Yet Jaskier still claims he’s from Lettenhove. It is obvious by the way he dresses and acts that Jaskier comes from nobility, so it’s not like he’s hiding that. Geralt can’t help but wonder why Jaskier would make up where he’s from.
Lettenhove does exist, but not in the world that Gerat currently lives in. Lettenhove is the kingdom of the Fae, and Jaskier isn’t just from there; he’s the Prince.
Jaskier, born Prince Julian Alfred Pankratz of Lettenhove, is heir to the throne and once one day set to rule all the fae. Only Jaskier didn’t want to take the responsibility of being a Prince, so he ran away, disguising himself as a human Bard.
Meanwhile, as Geralt gets closer to discovering the truth about Lettenhove, A guard of the royal family comes closer to finding the missing Prince
Tadeusz Pankiewicz was a Polish pharmacist who helped the starving, suffering Jewish residents of the Krakow ghetto by providing them with medicine, food, and other lifesaving supplies.
Born in Sambor, Poland in 1908, Tadeusz studied at the prestigious Jagiellonian University in Krakow. In 1933 he took over the family business: a small pharmacy called Under the Eagle. Germany invaded Poland in 1939, but Tadeusz’s quiet life and successful small business were mostly unaffected, until 1941, when the Nazis forced the city’s 15,000 Jews into a ghetto.
Tadeusz’s pharmacy happened to be within the ghetto’s borders. The Nazis shut down other businesses and essential services in the ghetto to make it impossible for Jews to get food and other necessities, but Tadeusz refused to close his store. He bribed the Gestapo, using his own savings, to keep Under the Eagle open. Tadeusz was inspired by his Catholic faith to stay and help people however he could.
Conditions in the ghetto were horrific. There was never enough food, and every day residents died of starvation or illness; others were shot in the street by Nazi soldiers. Medicine of any kind was almost impossible to obtain, except from Tadeusz, who provided health care and pharmaceuticals for free to residents of the ghetto. He also provided them with lifesaving products such as hair dye to disguise their identity and tranquilizers to keep children quiet during Gestapo raids.
Tadeusz’s pharmacy became the go-to place for Jews to meet, plan underground activities and acts of defiance, and get lifesaving care and equipment. Tadeusz and his pharmacy employees Irena Drozdzikowska, Helena Krywaniuk, and Aurelia Danek put their lives at significant risk to help the Jews of the Krakow ghetto. Besides medicine, supplies and a safe place to meet, the brave pharmacist and his staff shared their meager wartime food rations, and hid Jews on the property during deportations. They were able to smuggle some Jews out of the ghetto and take them to hiding places where they would be safe.
Tadeusz actually befriended German soldiers to get information from them! He got them drunk and cleverly manipulated them into telling him about planned actions against Jews so he could warn them. Another service Tadeusz to the Jews trapped in the ghetto was acting as intermediary between them and the Poles with whom they left their valuables.
Among the people who met in secret in the pharmacy were prominent figures such as writer Mordechai Gebirtig and artist Abraham Neumann, who were tragically shot by the Germans in the ghetto in the infamous Bloody Thursday of June 4, 1942. Julian Aleksandrowicz survived the war to become a doctor and medical professor who specialized in the treatment of leukemia. Dr Abraham Mirowski, another Jew saved by Tadeuszm later said that the kind pharmacist was “living among us, was continuously exposed to dangers, but it did not make him scared. He was full of sympathy for our tragedy and wanted to help us with all his heart. Each death of a man or a woman was a traumatic experience for him.”
After the war, Tadeusz stayed in Krakow and, in 1947, he published his memoirs of life under German occupation. He continued working as a pharmacist. In 1957, some of the Jews he’d saved brought him for a visit to Israel as their guest. Tadeusz was honored as Righteous Among the Nations by Israeli Holocaust Memorial Yad Vashem in 1983.
Tadeusz Pankiewicz died in Krakow in 1993. His pharmacy is now a museum about the history of the Jews of Krakow, with special focus on the ghetto years. Tadeusz and his brave staff are also a featured museum exhibit.
For helping Jews in the Krakow ghetto, we honor Tadeusz Pankiewicz as this week’s Thursday Hero.
Alright so I’ve been mostly quiet about the Ghosts front on here but it’s still my favourite comedy program (other than red dwarf) because I’ve been mourning and obsessing (much to my friends who haven’t seen the show’s annoyance) over the show’s last season and end.
Anyway I was reading the Ghosts companion for the 50th time since October and I realised a few things (sorry for the essay in advance)
1) the Captain’s death day is either the day before, on or just after the day Julian was born (Julian was canonically born the day after VE Day in 1945, The Captain died either on or just after VE Day, the 8th May 1945)
But more importantly,
2) this fucking thing:
So we all know who this is right? Of course we do, it’s Lieutenant/Major Anthony P Havers, the love of The Captain’s life (it’s probably fair to say that isn’t it). Well, look at the description- ‘Photograph of an unknown soldier found in the Commanding Officer’s belongings after Button House was decommissioned at the end of the Second World War. ’ Now there are two things that don’t seem right about the description to me:
1) Havers is referred to as an unknown soldier.
2) Found in the CO’s belongings upon the decommissioning of Button House.
Let’s tackle the first thing first, as it’s pretty easy, there’s a likely chance that it’s been enough years that the people who made the ‘home fires: records from the British front’ records that Alison is printing in the book doesn’t know who Havers was and couldn’t find any information about the person in photo. Perhaps because there weren’t any records and photos beyond that matching Havers or sometimes there just aren’t any records of the soldiers. There is another option, a sadder option is the reason why they couldn’t find information on Havers is because he may have died young. We know he didn’t die in the war but there’s a chance he died soon afterwards, perhaps in a ‘disgraceful’ way, but I guess we’ll never know.
The second thing, the Captain wasn’t there at Button House when it was decommissioned. He was in Weymouth from the end of ‘44, and the next time he was at Button House was the day he died, and he didn’t have a bag on him or anything so….how was this photo from his belongings in Button House after the war?
My theory is that the photo either fell out of The Captain’s pocket when he climbed in through the kitchen window or was found in his personal effects at Weymouth after the war when Button House was decommissioned.
Sorry for this bad unnecessary essay but what I’m trying to say is that I think there definitely was more tragedy surrounding the Captain that he maybe didn’t witness himself after he died beyond Havers grieving for him.
Melusine – mythical humanoid serpent transformed into a dragon
Melusine is a water spirit from French folklore and an example of human–animal marriage as well as princess Toyotama (See) in the East. She is a humanoid hybrid whose upper body is that of a beautiful woman in medieval costume, but whose lower body is that of a snake, and is also said to be a dragon nymph, as she has dragon wings on her back. She is also sometimes thought to be associated with mermaid lore. The Starbucks logo is also inspired by her.
Mélusine was the daughter of Pressine, the Fountain Fay, and Elinas, King of Albany, Scotland. Her mother placed a curse on Mélusine and her sisters that for one day a week they would assume the form of a snake from the waist down. Furthermore, if anyone saw them in their true form, they would be permanently remain forever the lower body of a snake and with wings.
Raymondin, Count of Poitou, who had left his family after accidentally killing his uncle, while hunting in the forest, met Melusine one day, fell in love and married her after making a covenant that he would never look at her on Saturdays. She brought her husband wealth and they had ten children.
However, when her husband heard a malicious rumour, he broke his promise and saw Melusine's true identity while she was bathing. Locked alone in her room, her upper body was human, but her lower body was that of a giant snake (or fish). She then assumes the form of a dragon, provides him with two magic rings, and flies off, never to be seen again. She returns only at night to nurse her two youngest children, who are still infants. Although many of Melusine's children had the nature of monsters, it is said that the future French monarch stood from the lineage of two children born normal.
Melusine's sons:
Julian (said to have later become King of Cyprus)
Eudes (whose appearance and face appear to be on fire)
Guy (said to have later become king of Armenia)
Antoine (with a lion's foot growing out of one cheek)
Renault (with one eye)
Geoffroy (with one large tusk)
Fromont (with a hair-covered birthmark on his nose)