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#I tried ru!!!
fizzytoo · 6 months
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next time ama offers to help her papa with the garden, she's making sure he promises not to get all sentimental
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rewritingcanon · 17 days
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how it feels when a hater (terf, snape fan, jegulus shipper, etc) is taking a poo in my inbox but i then touch grass and breathe outside air:
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yj-98 · 7 months
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i think you’re an enjoyer of themes to do w/ family
what gave you that impression :-) ............ 🧐🧐🧐🧐
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softquietsteadylove · 8 months
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Hello! Wanted to ask you if you could write another Thenamesh AU in Kievan-Rus?
Maybe some interaction with Olga and Thena?
"A word?"
All of the Eternals turned, but the Queen's eyes were on the Warrior Eternal. Thena raised her brows. They were always to respect the rule of the humans of the land. Not that she was always the best at that.
"Please," the Queen offered more humbly, imploring Thena closer, "Warrior Eternal."
Thena looked at the others, who gave the Queen varying degrees of bows before taking their leave. Thena remained on the carpet rolled out over the frigid stone floors of the throne room.
Olga's eyes flicked to the far corner of the room before returning to Thena, "I understand you are no subject of mine."
Thena let her continue. She knew why her eyes had drifted; she could feel Gilgamesh lingering in the room. If she focused she could hear all of his little movements; the shuffling of his feet, his hands fidgeting, even his breathing.
"But I have watched you fight those demonic creatures," Olga held her head high. "Nightmares I thought only existed in legends."
Thena merely nodded. Deviants were getting harder and harder to explain to humans in that sense. But all the better that they became legends and myths and stories used to scare children.
"You are one of the fighters of Lady Ajak's," Olga surmised. Thena never considered a Fighter for Ajak. Although she wasn't even sure she considered herself a Fighter for Arishem. She simply...fought. "The best, in my view."
Thena needed no lavish praise. She had gotten plenty of it over the centuries. Still she bowed her head.
"I would like your counsel," Olga proposed, sitting taller in the massive throne, second only for the one meant for the King. "If you see fit."
"Counsel?" Thena raised a sleek eyebrow. For all she had been revered as a Goddess of War and Wisdom, she had grown rather tired of it.
"On matters of battle," Olga confirmed, now rising from the throne and walking closer to Thena below her. She descended the platform and steps keeping the thrones separate from the rest of the room. Her guards tensed but she dismissed them with a wave of her hand. "Matters of war, if you prefer."
Thena merely looked at the woman, far, far younger than she. And even then, Olga was still young in many ways. "No one prefers war, your majesty."
"It would not be wise to," Olga agreed in not so many words. The two women - equally guarded - stared at each other. "But I think your views on the subject align with mine."
"Do they?"
Olga smiled, and it seemed rather unlike she did when she was sitting on that throne. Olga actually managed much of her husband's ruling, he rather focusing on territory and its expansion. Their partnership was a fine match.
Olga twitched her head, gesturing to the man floating around listlessly, pretending to admire the tapestries hung around the room. "He is yours?"
Thena looked back at Gilgamesh with permission to do so. She smiled; he was very obviously listening in on them. "He is."
"I have seen you two fight," Olga said more gently, speaking less like a queen and more the way one friend might speak to another. "The way you protect each other. I find it rather admirable. Our way of combat is...more brutal."
Yes, the human warriors of this region were some of the most intense and brutal they had come across. They had Thena's full support and admiration for that.
"But of all our current war advisors," Olga slid her eyes in a way that made Thena think she maybe wanted to roll them. "Their views do not...align."
Thena tilted her head, asking for elaboration.
Olga openly admired Thena's hair sitting loosely around her shoulders. "Ferocity need not come from a place of malice, I believe. I much prefer to think of it as a byproduct of love."
Thena smiled. This human woman understood the necessity of force--that sometimes there was no better way to ensure the protection of certain things. Certain people.
"Some think our methods of expansion are aggressive," Olga resumed her more royal demeanour, "but I consider it necessary to keep our enemies mindful of who we are--of what we are capable."
"Yes," Thena murmured.
"To possess more is to lose more," Olga tipped her chin up at Thena, "and I do not intend to lose what I hold dear."
"I understand," Thena agreed.
"I believe you do," Olga's smile grew. She looked over at Gilgamesh again, catching him looking at them this time. His head snapped away. "It's quite all right."
Gil made a face like a child in trouble as he turned again. "Sorry, your majesty."
Olga eyed them as he drifted closer slowly until he was within reach of Thena again. "You are the Warrior Eternal's partner."
"Uh," Gil blushed, as if shyness suited a being of his size and stature, "I guess you could say that."
Thena ran her finger down his arm (she liked flustering him), "in more ways than one."
"You are a fine match," Olga complimented, regarding them as softly as she would her own family. "You, perhaps, remind me of myself and my dear husband."
Gil slipped his hand to the small of Thena's back, gathering that no one was going to gasp in horror or try to order him to remove it. Not that he would listen to that. "Then he's a lucky man."
Olga smiled more fully, looking more like the young woman she truly was. "I certainly like to think so."
Thena leaned into Gil, as if the few minutes spent half a room apart had taxed her.
"I hope I can count on your counsel in the future, Warrior Eternal," Olga nodded, which Thena returned. She wasn't much for bowing. "As a royal War Advisor, you have certain liberties. The royal grounds are open to you, and should you need anything, no one is to deny you."
"We'll keep that in mind, your majesty," Gil did bow to her, much more adept at the manners of any time period.
"Very well," Olga picked up her skirts, ready to return to her massive golden throne.
"Oh!"
She turned partway in her journey, truly a sign of respect and fondness that she would let anyone but the King call out to her in such a way. "Yes?"
"Uh," Gil shrank back, offering a sheepish smile. He held Thena's hand. "Maybe some extra blankets or something?--for her, I mean."
Thena looked at him with love radiating from her. So sweet, her Strongest Eternal.
"She gets cold easily," Gil concluded shyly, remembering to dip at the waist, "your majesty."
"I shall see to it," Olga nodded before settling herself in her throne again. "You will find all you need in your chambers by nightfall."
"Thank you," Thena offered to Olga before turning to Gil. She slid their fingers together, "you didn't have to."
"Of course I did," he countered immediately, pulling their joined hands up so he could kiss each tip of her fingers as they left. "I can't have my poor Thena walking around shivering."
"I am getting better," she argued, pursing her lips at him.
He just grinned at her (like it was so cute or something). He moved his head closer, touching the tip of his nose to hers, "hm, still feels cold to me."
She burst into a laugh.
He pulled her to the side of the corridor, not that there was anyone to witness their affections. He held her by the waist, "I just don't want you to be cold if you don't have to be."
"That's what I have you for, no?" she purred, letting herself melt into him.
"Sure," he chuckled, running a hand over her hair as he held her, "but the trip from your room to my room can be chilly."
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charmixpower · 2 years
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Here's a bunch of little Sirenix doodles I did because I hated the hairstyles so much in the orginal + bonus underwater hair that I based off of the pilot hair colors bc I thought it would be fun lol
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malusienki · 6 months
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i just posted my first fic . um. it’s a valentine one!!!
here’s the link if you’re interested?
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random-kazakh-stuff · 10 months
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One of the first things you will find out about Kazakh people if you come to Kazakhstan is how we are divided.
Not like politically(at least most of the time) but rather culturally.
Because you see. When Kazakh khanate was fully established, it was divided on 3 jüzes(regions) that looked like this:
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The red one is "Older" jüz, because this where the khanate initially began, the orange is "Middle" jüz as it was added next, and finally green is "Younger"(or "Smaller") jüz. All of these jüzes actually marked the territory where the tribes( and sub-tribes) that made those jüzes were traveling(nomading?).
And guess what! Against all odds(colonization, hunger, oppression) people still use those same jüzes and tribes(called ru) and sub-tribes today.
So for example someone maybe from middle jüz and be of nayman ru.
There is a lot of history and stuff connected to these concepts, like cultural heritage etc, but I would like to note one practical use of this system.
Both in the past in modern days people use these to quickly identify whether they are connected by blood and prevent incest! Cool huh? (also while ru is inherited from the father you still can just ask your mother for hers)
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eldritch-atelier · 3 months
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today I tried a candied apple for the first time =3
it's a very nice, tasty apple, covered in gooey caramel and this one is then dipped in white chocolate and rolled in cinnamon and graham cracker crumbles
this is probly the best fucking treat-sy thing I've had in... idunno... A LONG TIME
it's so gooooodddd ; u ; i'm so happy rn
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thedreadvampy · 2 years
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is this a decent lower arm tattoo? I'm gonna trace it out at some point to simplify out the design and adjust the font (I made the patternwork for a bigger and higher detail print area so I think I need to go over it with a relatively thick pen and scrap some of the fine detail, especially on the large wolf which even at this level of detail is a bit fussy)
Aiming for it to be a band covering around half my lower arm, so about 10-12cm across
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carewyncromwell · 1 year
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“Every day they shout and scold and go about their lives, Heedless of the gift it is to be them! If I was in their skin, I'd treasure every instant!”
~“Out There (cover)” by Elsie Lovelock
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Yay, more content for my kelpie kiddo, Ru! 🐎
So the second one has actually been half-done in my sketchbook a long while, mostly because I kind of lost inspiration aside from “let’s experiment with Ru’s wardrobe as an adult.” Ru’s main fashion quirks are all there in that look -- un-Victorian-approved long hair, large diamond earrings and a few rings, wearing only a coat and no shirt so as to avoid the high collars...I even dusted it with their shoes being rather high heeled rather than of a more masculine style, despite wearing pants and a men’s waistcoat. But anyway, after finishing the sketch at the top, however, I found a perfect contrast, so here it is -- this is Ru at the beginning and end of their journey. 
At the top, you see Ru as a young kelpie colt of two years, still living in the Black Lake all alone and dwelling on the fascinating, intriguing things they’ve seen in passing at the wizarding school next to the Lake -- longing that they could, in Quasimodo’s words, “just live one day out there.” 
To contrast, at the bottom, you see Ru toward the end of their life, in their more established human form. They still appear quite young, but that’s only to blend in their appearance with their peers (who are in their 40′s) -- in truth, Ru’s rather old for a kelpie at the time, and they’ve started to have more difficulty changing their appearance, a clear sign of old age. And so, taking a moment to themselves under the stars outside their and Estrid’s home in Denmark, Ru can’t help but look back at where they started and wish that their time on Earth wasn’t doomed to be so fleeting. 
Have a magical day, all! Happy holidays!
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Literally nothing will ever beat the time i tried to say rural and it sounded so much like just 'rrrrr' that a dog tried to attack me immediately
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tinyienzo · 11 months
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I CLEARED ALL THE SILENT REALMS!! AAAAAAAAAAA
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daily-dyllan · 1 year
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Mather Protégé Scholarships
Mini RU
Carrera Prera
Ava Foley
Mini Winner
Leighton Brandt
Junior RU
Elizabeth Ling
Audrey Mata
Ashlyn Ollestad
Junior Winner
Alexis Kathol
Teen RU
Jonathan Archer
Helena Galdino
Sophya Lopez-Prieto
Emerson McDougall
Teen Winner
Aleah Crew
Maya Sano
Kennedy Shen
Sofia Sawaya
Senior RU
Melanie Moreno
Makenna Miller
Jade Park
Josiah Rodriguez
Kennedi Sandidge
Siena Snure
Senior Winner
Mandy Boaz
Emily Madden
Emma Mather
Izzy Warfield
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beholdthemem · 1 year
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Have to help her dye her hair yet a THIRD fucking time tomorrow like I don't have other things I'd like to be doing with my Saturday and like I didn't spend my time before work doing that TODAY.
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charmixpower · 2 years
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"How is that you can't manage to live up to a single one of my expectations?"
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thespiritofvexation · 2 years
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At regular intervals I feel so disconnected to the world that I decide to watch a popular TV-show to explore what all the fuss is about. For some reason I feel more comfortable watching a show only once the hype has died down, but before nostalgia for it sets in. So anyway now I'm watching Vikings
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