#rysen

[mashed-tots]

HAPPY PRIDE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

this is later than i wpuld have liked to post this but oh well. featuring my fav uno ship and personal hcs :))

#my posts #my art #unordinary #unordinary webtoon #webtoon #rysen #isemilyke #????? #how tf do i tag that ship #blyke unordinary #remi unordinary #isen unordinary

[ami-eots]

Coroa de Ferro, Coroa de Prata - Laura Spaniol Souto 👑

Início: 02/10/2023

Fim: 05/10/2023

#coroadeferrocoroadeprata #lauraspaniolsouto #verion #rysen #lielara #meline #livros #leitura #books #amieots

[wings-dings-and-iggyfings]

ohhhhh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh

*SPOILERS FOR BOOK 4 THE WARDEN AND THE WOLF KING*

okay so I was listening to The Green of Rysen Hill (Armulyn’s song in ep. 1) again and this just SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE

so I had this thought with the line “a king will sing again on the green of Rysen Hill” of “when would Kal be singing? Kal doesn’t sing much, not like Leeli does, why would he just be singing-”

AND THEN IT HIT ME

SING THE SONG OF THE ANCIENT STONES

AND THE BLOOD OF THE BOY IMBUES YOUR BONES

KALMAR SINGS ON THE GREEN OF RYSEN HILL WHEN HE AND THE CLOVEN ARE RESTORED IN BOOK 4

I-I can’t, the foreshadowing, the FEELINGS, I’m DEAD, HELP

#the wingfeather saga #the wingfeather saga tv show #wingfeather saga spoilers #kalmar wingfeather #the SONGS are doing half the foreshadowing in this show and it is SO GOOD #ahhhhhhhh #music #songs #the green of rysen hill #I am not okay

[fortes-fortuna-iogurtum]

“AND BENEATH THE SMOKE AND RUIN LO THE LAND IS FAIRER STILL AND A KING ONE DAY WILL SING AGAIN ON THE GREEN OF RYSEN HILL”

#yep still insane still losing my mind still rewinding the YouTube stream over and over to listen to this again #(also it’s been so long since I read the books and I don’t wanna get out from under my weighted blanket to check spelling against my copies #so ‘Rysen’ may be a bit off dhdkdjd) #wingfeathertv #wingfeather saga #andrew peterson #gurt says stuff

[surgicalpen1sklinik]

// gore

love of life

#bonnie draws #art #oc #oc art #goth #gothic art #lolita art #lolita fashion #gothic lolita #queer #queer artist #based this one off a mark rysen painting =3

[deadpoet117]

So I decided to do an art comparison between now and 2019 and honestly... not entirely happy with the end product but I am very happy with my overall improvement (in my humble opinion)

2019

2022-2023

#fallen hero #fallen hero meme #rysen adri #sidestep #ouroboros #redraw #art comparison

[forceusingwayfarer]

Character Sheet: Asante Rysen

Name: Asante Rysen

Height: 5’5

Species: Cathar

SWTOR Spec: Sith Inquisitor (Sorcerer)

SWTOR Body Type: 2

Loyalty: Empire/Republic Saboteur post-KOTET

Alignment: LS/Neutral

LI: Talos

Eye Colour: Light Blue

Hair Colour: Black

Gender: Female (she/her)

Parents: Deceased

Siblings: None

Birth Planet: Nar Shaddaa

Quick Personality: Asante is overconfident in her abilities and can often be known to brag a little too much which may often get her in trouble especially in her young Apprentice days. Being raised a slave in the Empire she developed a kind but well-hidden heart for slaves and her Cathar kind. She can be understanding but has a lack of patience for what she assumes to be incompetence and of liars. She has a deep hatred for slave owners and will often indirectly see them stopped. After hearing about the death of her parents she is overly protective of those she sees as friends/family, sometimes almost to an overly clingy level. She has a love for archaeology and history (especially her family and Cathar history) and so will often be seen reading texts or visiting libraries and temples (very unSith like behaviour). As she has grown older (into her late 20s after KOTFE/KOTET), she is not as overly confident and much prefers words/talk to an all out fight (that she knows she’ll win, so she still be a little cocky). Her geekiness for archaeology and history goes hand in hand with her current boyfriend Talos, this geeky/soft/kind/loving side is hidden from all except a small selective few (Talos, Revel [who she turned down but remains good friends with], Lana and Theron).

History: Born to two Cathar slaves to a wealthy Empire slave owner. From a very young age she showed signs of using the force that her parents attempted to keep hidden knowing the Sith would take her away.  She grew up being told to respect the Empire, that they could do no wrong and that Sith were always to be respected, were always right and to worship the Emperor. She was taught to fear the Republic and Jedi who stole babies from their parents to force them into the army.

One day whilst working on her owners estate they were broken into by a local gang, Asante being in the right place at the right time managed to save her wealthy owner by using the force to kill the gang leader with her lightning force power. The owner not grateful at all for this and hoping for a "reward," immediately informed the Sith who came and took Asante away from her parents and Nar Shaddaa. Unknown to Asante till years later the Sith had her parents and the slave owner killed believing they had hidden Asante from them. The slave owner's house was burnt to the ground and his slaves became slaves to the Empire being transported to Dromund Kaas.

Armour Headpiece: Cyrene Force Expert's Headgear Chest: Freedon Nadd's Breastplate Wrist: Insidious Counselor Bracers Hands: Jarael's gloves Waist: Xoxaan's Sash Legs: Remote outcast's greaves Feet: Formal militants boots Weapon: Volatile Conqueror's Lightsaber Colour Crystal: White/Black

For future commissions.

Current LI Companion Outfit

#swtor #swtor OC #swtor SI #swtor sith inquisitor #swtor screenshot #commission sheet #character sheet #Asante Rysen #swtor character #swtor SI OC #swtor Cathar #Cathar

[cosmereplusshowdown]

Propaganda:

Rysen: BECAUSE SHES THE BEST AND SHE MAKES ME FEEL SEEN AS A WHEELCHAIR USER AND I LOVE HER SO MUCH. and she has a pet BEAST isnt that great

Wan ShaiLu: The Emperor's Soul is the best book Sanderson's ever written, to a large extent due to her

#Csmere+ poll #Poll #the stormlight archive #Emperor’s soul #Cosmere #cfbf #round 1

[kanerallels]

It is honestly a miracle I managed to figure something out for today's Spring Fling prompt from @monthly-challenge: sports. Sports are not my thing lol HOWEVER I HAD A FUN IDEA for what was actually my first Wingfeather saga fic. Hope y'all enjoy!!

The sun was shining on the isle of Annieria. Fluffy white clouds drifted across the sky, sent on their way by the spring breeze. Far below sat the Shining Isle itself, mounted by the majestic shape of Castle Rysen, which sat on a green hill.

The grass swept down from the foot of the castle, covering the wide green that led up to the nearby road. And, running across the grass like their lives depended on it, were two boys.

They’d been there for hours already— first, playing a game of zibzy with some of the other children of the village. But when they’d had to go home, the two boys had lingered. They were, at the moment, playing a simplified version of a Green Hollows game known as “Get The Boot”, although in this situation it was a zibzy ball, not a boot. To anyone passing by, it would look strangely like the two boys were taking turns full on tackling each other and wrestling for control of the ball.

Which may have been true. But Esben wasn’t about to complain.

It was a beautiful spring day. The kind where it was a crime to stay inside for too long. He and Artham, his brother, had been so fidgety during their T.H.A.G.S lessons, that their mother, Nala, had eventually given up and sent them outside. She had told them, in no uncertain terms, not to come inside until they’d finally calmed down a little.

It had been three hours, and Esben was tired— but it was the good kind of tired, from defeating your friends at zibzy and wrestling with your brother while the sun warmed you overhead. Finally, he yanked the ball free from Artham’s grasp, rolled away, and flopped onto his back with a cry. “Ha! I win!”

Artham dropped down next to him, breathing hard and grinning. “I can still take it from you, though.”

“Nope. Game’s over and I won,” Esben told him.

“Says who?”

“Me. I’m gonna be the High King someday, remember?”

Artham scoffed good naturedly. “Doesn’t mean I can’t pummel you.”

Closing his eyes, Esben took in a deep breath, enjoying the sunlight on his face. Spring was the best time of year to him— when things were fresh and new and bright. And it led into summer, when the heat was such that their mother was forced to let them take a break from T.H.A.G.S to let them plunge into the ocean and cool off.

“I’m pretty sure that’s the opposite of what the Throne Warden is supposed to do,” he pointed out to his brother, who grinned.

“Fair enough. You win this time.”

That was Artham— always willing to make peace between the two of them, even if he’d fight anyone else to the last breath. “Good,” Esben said, sitting up. “As the winner, I declare we should take out the boat now.”

“Now? What about dinner?”

Rolling his eyes, Esben said, “What about dinner? What about being out on the sea right now? Look at the sky, Artham! It’s perfect for a sail.”

Artham shook his head, a smile curling the corner of his mouth. “Fine.” Getting to his feet with a groan, he offered Esben a hand. “I’m with you, obviously.”

Grabbing his hand, Esben let his older brother pull him to his feet. “You always are,” he said. “Let’s go!”

And with that, the Throne Warden and the future High King took off across the grass, heading down towards the sea waiting for them below.

#the wingfeather saga #esben wingfeather #artham wingfeather #springfling2024 #writing stories is a kind of magic too #and that concludes my wingfeather saga fics #i am REALLY hecking proud of them not gonna lie #(i might write more another time? but who knows. i do not control the brain)

[mozart-the-meerkitten]

Janner x Sara headcanons? (from the Wingfeather Saga)

*Spoilers for books 1-4 of the Wingfeather Saga*

When they meet again after book 4 they start off very shy with each other, because they have both been through a lot and, really, they only had the very beginnings of a relationship before they were separated in book 2 (they do think of each other in subsequent books, but neither knows that about the other one). It is, of course, obvious to everyone else in the castle that they are majorly crushing on each other, and everyone has various approaches to dealing with that (Kalmar and Leeli actively try and set them up on dates, for instance).

Okay, wait, what would be really cute would be if Janner went to Artham for advice and Sara went to Arundelle for advice because they have SO MANY parallels as characters and in their relationships oh my word-

*cough* Anyway, pretty sure the adults in their lives (including Nia, btw, they both definitely talk to Nia) urge them to just, well, talk to each other. They finally do, sitting out on Castle Rysen's hill, in the new green grass.

Sara tells Janner how much he inspired her, Janner tells Sara about how thinking about her helped him not lose hope. They talk about all the stuff that's happened to them since they parted in the Fork Factory and after a day of laughing and crying at each other's stories, they're closer than ever and understand each other so much better.

After that they start getting more comfortable around each other. They invite each other on little dates and start giving each other little gifts. Janner starts writing Sara clumsy little love poems and gives her the best ones. Kalmar makes sure the "worse" ones find their way to Sara as well. xD

One day, Janner takes Sara out sailing, just the two of them. It's been one of his dreams to sail on the sea for as long as he can remember and as much as he loved the idea of sailing all by himself... sailing with Sara is infinitely better. They end up just sitting on the ship's deck, snuggled up together watching the sunset, letting the ship drift... and then ten minutes later jointly panic because they promised they'd be back before dark and oh my gosh where even are they-

Janner uses the stars to find their way back and finds out Sara enjoys stargazing and knows quite a few constellations. "That's good, it's good for a sailor's wife to know the stars." "What?!" "NOTHING!"

They make it back long after dark to find Nia and Artham smirking at them on the dock. They don't even get lectured and somehow it's worse (and more awkward) than if they'd gotten in trouble.

Alright, I'll stop there, hope you enjoyed! :D

#the wingfeather saga #janner wingfeather #sara cobbler #janner x sara #I had ship names I made up for all the ships at one point I need to dig them out

[armulyn]

Wisdom to the Wise

The Wingfeather family’s possession of a collection of First Books is not exactly a secret, though few are the commoners who can claim knowledge of it.

They traditionally belong to the Throne Warden, and are kept in his keeping, and the scholars know that. One of the Throne Warden’s traditional titles after all is Keeper of Wisdom, whatever that means, and while most citizens of Anniera think it more metaphorical than literal, there are others who can correct them.

There are five of them, ranging from as thick and heavy as a small boulder to what is little more than a pamphlet the size of his hand. Very few in Anniera or beyond know that, save perhaps the most dedicated and lucky of scholars. 

Finally, there are a grand total of sixteen pages among the lot that he can read.

Though about seven people alive currently know that, Esben feels he knows it the best, flipping through aged pages with boredom and growing frustration. The strangely shaped, handwritten letters taunt him with their loops and bold strokes, some written hastily, slanted and sloppy, and others firmly, whether in triumph or emphasis no one will ever know. Whoever has put pen to the ancient paper has done so in a language none now speak— or, more’s the pity, read.

He has never been as dedicated to reading as Artham, or as relentless in pursuit of knowledge, but Esben has also never liked being told he can’t know something, and so he glares at the pages as if they can be cowed into divulging their secrets.

“Well?” he says aloud, “What am I supposed to learn from a collection of shapes?”

He isn’t talking to anyone in particular, save perhaps his subconscious, but nonetheless a voice answers from behind him. 

“Perhaps I could be of more aid if I knew what you are doing?”

Esben jumps, nearly knocking the ancient tome right off the end of the ancient desk— an impressive feat, as it’s the boulder book— before a hand shoots forward and rescues it.

“Why didn’t you knock?” he demands breathlessly of his brother, brushing himself off and pretending he hadn’t nearly gotten a heart attack. Artham looks at him as if he’s being exceptionally stupid, which is neither fair nor warranted in Esben’s opinion.

“I don’t usually knock when I expect a room to be empty,” he says, then glances around, “...Especially when it’s my room. So! Besides endangering priceless, helpless, and perfectly innocent books, what are you trying to do?”

“This book.” Artham returns the boulder book safely to his desk, but Esben gestures instead to the one beside it. It is of average size and weight for a book, but its ancient leather binding and yellowed pages mark it apart from the many volumes that can be found in Rysen’s library.

“...What about the book?”

“I don’t know! They’re all equally incomprehensible but it’s that one that annoys me the most. I don’t know why, but it won’t leave me alone.”

Artham picks up the book in question, handling the tome with far more care and expertise than Esben had bothered with. He flips idly through the pages, and Esben doesn’t have to crane his neck to know what his brother sees. Unidentifiable letter after unidentifiable letter.

“This is considered to be one of the oldest of them,” Artham says, “If indeed the ages vary. Aunt Illia told me it’s said to give ‘wisdom to the wise.’”

“How can a book be said to give people wisdom when nobody can read it?” 

“No idea, that’s just what Aunt Illia told me. I don’t think she knew what it means either. It’s pretty clear that it only gives people wisdom who already have it, though, so you might be out of luck on that end.”

“You’re hilarious.”

Artham grins at him, but then returns his attention to the infuriating book at hand. He flips to the first page, upon which is a single line of text across the paper. What it says, only the wind and stars know, Esben thinks irritably.

“Well, maybe we’ll never know what’s in it. It’s not like you need to know everything about everything in order to live, Esben.”

Like most things out of Artham’s mouth, it sounds smart and also vaguely profound. Not for the first time in his life, Esben laments his brother’s hobby as a poet.

“Philosophy is all well and good, but a linguist would honestly be more helpful here.”

“I know plenty of languages, I’ll have you know. Hollish, for example, and Shreven, and—”

“I don’t suppose this one happens to be among them?”

Artham squints closer at the text, then shrugs, “I know plenty of languages that people actually speak.”

“Well, that’s no good.”

Artham rolls his eyes at Esben, an extremely undignified action that little enhances his brother’s reputation as a dashing Throne Warden. The vaguely dirt-stained clothing and windblown hair don’t help either— he must have been outside.

“Well, I’m not certain how to help you on this front, little brother,” Artham says, “but you’re doing little good glaring a pile of pages into submission. Nia was looking for you a few minutes ago though, in the front garden.”

Esben rises from the chair eagerly, glad to leave the circling uselessness of staring in incomprehension at dusty pages. All the same, he pauses at the door, a strange feeling of failure sweeping over him. There’s something in that book, he knows it. And he means to find out what.

“...Now that I think about it, isn’t that the book that’s used for the kings’ annals, too?” Artham asks, following him out. Esben nods glumly.

“Aye, and those at least are in Common. I’ve been through those same sixteen pages sixteen times but whatever I’m looking for isn’t there. That book may or may not have wisdom but either way it’s doing a terrible job at imparting it.”

“Maybe if I hit you over the head with it—”

“Please don’t.”

#the wingfeather saga #my writing #esben wingfeather #artham wingfeather #wingfeather spoilers #there are about a half-dozen potential continuations to this sitting in my docs #but this is the only intact one so here it is #may or may not be continued who knows #wip #wisdom to the wise #they're both a lot of fun to write #timeline what timeline? #i literally have no idea when this is supposed to take place #so illia & jru & nala are basically schrodinger's family right now #nia and esben may or may not be married

[everthewip]

Darkbrier

Fantasy, Fairies. TW: for mention of webs and spiders. Im arachnophobic but i still write this shit, idk what's wrong with me. Unedited, unrevised. Image from Pinterest

The hummingbirds would go no further.

Tyah studied the dark pass ahead, where low branches and thorny shrubs curved inward to form a tunnel. The trees were massive this deep within the ancient forest and little sunlight could pierce the near impenetrable canopy high above. No light at all seemed capable of illuminating the tunnel.

The young scout could not blame the hummingbirds for pausing here, where scattered ribbons of thin light could still caress the forest floor.

“We'll continue on foot,” Rysen stated as he dismounted. “And keep your wings down, lest they snag on the brambles.”

Tyah shuddered at the thought and did as ordered, resting her wings against her back before she dismounted, stumbling a little on her landing. A quick glance toward Rysen proved he hadn't noticed, his focus set on the dark tunnel ahead. She exhaled a relieved sigh and adjusted her belted quiver.

“Keep your bow ready.” The man's coal eyes looked to the young woman as she approached him and she gave a nod, fingers tightening around the bow grip. “We do not want to appear a threat, but we must be ready should one arise.”

With this touch of advice, Rysen took point and stepped closer to the dark tunnel. Silver light pooled at his fingertips and formed an orb, hovering a few steps ahead. The darkness within the tunnel was too suffocating for his magic to fight, but it was enough to guide them step by step. Tyah glanced back only once to see that the darkness had closed around the entrance, shrouding the light in its entirety; engulfing their only sure way home.

“What will we do if they refuse to help us?” Even in a whisper, her question seemed too loud, bouncing off the darkness as if it were solid.

“We will leave, as swiftly as we can, and hope the horrors of the Darkbrier are no more than children's tales.”

As always, Rysen's voice was steady and firm; unshakable, even with the potential danger ahead.

“Are you afraid?”

Her question drew a low grunt from the man, a sign that she was beginning to irritate him. It would be wiser to keep her silence here, she knew, but conversation distracted her from the rapid beating of her heart.

“Not of the Darkbrier,” he answered after a moment. “Only that our mission will prove pointless.”

Tyah nodded, even though he could not see it. More questions surfaced on her tongue, but she held them back, not wishing to annoy him any further. It was a great honor to accompany him; she would not risk losing any future opportunities.

They could feel the tunnel beginning to widen, the orb of light no longer able to illuminate the walls of leaf and thorn. Beneath their boots, the ground softened, growing faintly sticky as if coated in sap, yet without the added wetness. She could not place what it was until Rysen drew his sword and sliced through a curtain of woven threads blocking their path.

“Webs?” she questioned as the silken threads fluttered aside, weightlessly.

“Stay close.”

His blade opened their way again and again, and soon the light began to reflect against the bramble walls, exposing the interwoven layers of web within them. Tyah did not dare look up, not wishing to see what loomed overhead, but soon she had no choice.

They had left the tunnel at long last and entered a clearing. Instinct urged her gaze to lift, but darkness still clung to this place as thickly as the webs, and she could just barely see shapes poised in the empty space overhead. She could not make them out clearly, but she could feel their eyes and knew at once that she and Rysen were not safe.

“And so...” a voice hissed from the shadows. “At long last the light of summer enters the Darkbrier...”

Scuttling sounded from all around as countless legs shifted and more eyes turned to study them. Rysen lifted his chin, bold and proud, and Tyah moved to mimic his stance.

“We come bearing no ill will towards the denizens of the Darkbrier,” he announced, his voice far steadier than Tyah felt she could ever manage. “Rather, we seek information and aid.”

Chittering whispers moved through the clearing, silenced only when the voice spoke again.

“Hush, my children… let us hear what the fae seek…” Something large stirred just ahead and Rysen's orb of light drifted forward to briefly reflect against a sea of dark eyes. Tyah tensed at the sheer number, but Rysen only stepped forward.

“I do not know what news reaches the Darkbrier,” he began. “But the world beyond your domain grows ill. Poison we cannot name taints the earth and shrivels the seeds. The disease spreads in the water and the air. Our power alone is not enough to cleanse it.”

“If it is power you seek,” the voice replied. “Then you should have sought elsewhere. Our power was stolen long ago, as your ilk should know...”

“It is not power we need,” Rysen continued. “But your age surpasses even that of the Queens, and it is your ancient knowledge we hope might aid us.”

“Hmm...” Legs inched forward, the orb of light just barely exposing their silhouette. “I do not know what name this disease bears, but I recall the faint memories of something similar before the Age of Light warmed the world.”

Tyah listened, but her eyes shifted at the shadows, catching the hint of movement from the corners of her vision. She did not yet feel eyes on her back and hoped the tunnel pass remained clear, but she could sense that they were outnumbered. To even spread their wings and take flight would find them caught in webs they could not see…

“There is a spring,” the matron of spiders said. “From whence the first water rose out of the depths of the earth. It is clean and pure, the heart of life… The water may be enough to cleanse this sickness… or it may not.”

#writeblr #writblr #writing #fairies #wip #wip excerpt #original writing #everdarkbrier

[find-the-path]

💬!

From yet another Wingfeather Saga WIP (no spoilers):

He glanced at the sky for the first time, and saw the hills of Anniera laid out below the Castle Rysen like a dark sea below a cliff. The stars shone like jewels in the black sky, hanging cold and distant and untouched by any amount of troubled waters. They were beautiful, and watching them his own deep waters stilled.

#usually description's hard for me so when it turns out good it tends to stick around my head for a while #yes i like this series a normal amount #(has been writing more for it in a month than in three before that) #wingfeather saga #the wingfeather saga #ask #thanks for the ask!

[wings-dings-and-iggyfings]

I don’t know if anyone here plays it and/or cares, but I have been very slowly building Castle Rysen in the Sims 4 and I think I finally have enough of it done to share a bit (apologies for poor picture quality I was using my phone to take them because I’m too tired to deal with screenshots)

It has towers too I just forgot to get a picture of them xD I made it on a hill because on the map it appears to be near the mountains.

Basement with kitchen, this is where the servants quarters will be (and also eventually the unlit side on the left will lead to the holoel chamber)

Ballroom/dining hall with little study-esque places. Hopefully I’ll figure out how to fill this out more eventually xD

Next floor has Nia and Esben’s room

Artham and Arundelle’s room

and all these empty rooms I haven’t done anything with yet xD

And now the piece de resistance:

THE LIBRARY

Everything in this room I’ve done since yesterday when the new library kit came out I went absolutely insane with it xD

lil study nook/more of my walls of books

kid’s area :)

aesthetic fireplace bookreading spots

I headcanon that Castle Rysen has hidden passageways all over it so here’s one in the library that leads to the floor below.

outside we have a path that leads down to this little wooded area

and this nice little garden.

That’s all I have so far. If anyone shows any interest I may continue posting pictures. If no one shows any interest I’ll probably delete this so it’s not clogging up the page.

#the wingfeather saga #the wingfeather saga tv show #castle rysen #the sims 4 #sims 4 #castle #I have a very love hate relationship with this castle xD #on one hand I love how it's turning out #on the other hand WHY did I make it this shape WHY did I leave so much space everywhere and WHAT do I think I am doing #I have never attempted anything this complex before in the sims #but I finally got the get together pack and there were castle ruin walls and there was an ISLAND with a MASSIVE lot on it #so really there was no other way for this to end xD #I have also made the wingfeather family #peet/artham #and #arundelle #in all different stages of life too xD #oh and the igiby cottage and peet's castle I built those too #peet's castle and peet are shared in the gallery I can't remember if I've shared the rest yet #anyway #all I use the sims for is to perpetuate my hyperfixations xD

[zirian]

sometimes i thjnk abt my angst au where rysen is endgame but like they fuck up sooo bad before it happens

#my posts #unordinary #perci rambles

[zoobmak009]

The propaganda war between the blues and the reds; Intel compared AMD processors to snake oil

Intel's controversial ad campaign compares AMD's Ryzen 7000 laptop processors to the deceptive tactics of snake oil salesmen.

Advertising

In the first of these facts, Intel states that AMD used an old processor architecture in its Ryzen 7000 series processors.

The chip that Team Blue used as an example is the Ryzen 7520U based on the 6nm Zen 2 architecture from 2019. This chip also uses RDNA 2 graphics architecture.

Although there is no doubt that AMD's new nomenclature for laptop processors is confusing, Intel's own naming method, in which chips with similar names use different architectures, is not so defensible. While Core processors are based on Raptor Lake architecture, Core Ultra processors use Meteor Lake architecture.

AMD divides its Ryzen 7000 processor series as follows; Note that the third number in the number of each series indicates the architecture used in that series:

Mendocino (Ryzen 7020 series) - everyday computing

Barcelo-R (Ryzen 7030 series) - lightweight mainstream computing

Rembrandt-R (Rysen 7035 series) - Lightweight premium computing

Phoenix Point (Ryzen 7040 series) - professional computing

Dragon Range (Ryzen 7045 series) - professional gaming and content creation

Below is how Intel's first generation Core (Ultra) processors are divided:

Raptor Lake Refresh (Core 120U)

Meteor Lake (Core Ultra 125U)

In continuation of the first fact, Intel compares the Ryzen 5 7520U processor from the Mendocino series of the competing company with its Core I5-1335U processor from the Raptor Lake series; Intel's announced statistics show that this model is 83% more efficient than the AMD competitor. The Mendocino series of processors are designed for low-end laptops with a price of less than US$500.

In the second truth, with a quote from the ArsTechnica website, which pointed out the role of the number 7 in misleading users about the architecture used in AMD processors, Intel says that the old AMD architecture is hidden behind the new name. The third truth also ties the future of education and learning to the way of naming the creations of the red team.

In the final and fourth point of fact, Intel compares its Zen 2 architecture-based Medocino processors and Zen 3-based Cezanne series to its twelfth-generation Alder Lake chips, stating that "not every core will give you the best performance." Also, Rembrant processors based on the Zen 3 Pus architecture and Phoenix based on Zen 4 are pitted against the company's 13th generation processors.

All the comparisons shown by Intel show the superiority of this company's processors over all AMD products; However, Intel's statistics are based on the overall Crossmark score, which cannot represent the performance of these processors in real scenarios.

In contrast, AMD's Zen 4 and Zen 4C hybrid chips use an ISA (instruction set); Therefore, Intel has a weak point in this field and their statements are a kind of self-inflicted flower.

On the other hand, Intel has not mentioned anything about pricing or performance, both of which affect the price of the laptop . Intel's new ad campaign is more reminiscent of Intel's real-world performance slides from 2020, which turned out to be full of misleading benchmarks to make AMD's desktop CPUs underperform their own products.

In the end, it must be accepted that regardless of any generalizations and advertising usages, the way processors are named by both AMD and Intel companies is not defined. However, AMD is using orange labels instead of the usual gray labels to help identify laptops that use processors based on the Zen 4 architecture