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The demon didn't answer Hermione immediately as it seemed to envelop in its embrace. It's hulking arms taking her in. "I'm your new God" It said to her as black tendiles slowly wrapped themselves around Hermione's wrists. Not taking her forcefully. "Kneel" it hissed to her.
hermione felt his presence around her, the brush of his power. it was everything she'd craved, without even knowing she had. the young witch breathed in his scent, the feel of him, and his words echoed in her mind. new God kept repeating over and over and over...
when she heard him tell her to kneel, hermione didn't even hesitate. it was like her legs went out from her under her, her body instantly falling into a kneeling position before him.
yes, yes he was her GOD! hermione felt the overwhelming desire to worship him, to be everything he wanted her to be...
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The love beans grows in southern lands,
With spring its slender tendills twine.
Gather for me some, I pray,
For fond rememberance of my ardent yearning.
The make-up and attire are inspired by the “poem,lyrics,song and ode” of Nanci, Ruolai mystery box.
Motel:@nicoharry_dayo
Hair&Makeup: @meowdyt
Photograohor:@meowdyt
The love beans grows in southern lands,
With spring its slender tendills twine.
Gather for me some, I pray,
For fond rememberance of my ardent yearning.
The make-up and attire are inspired by the “poem,lyrics,song and ode” of Nanci, Ruolai mystery box.
Motel:@nicoharry_dayo
Hair&Makeup: @meowdyt
Photograohor:@meowdyt
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quenya and sindarin names BUT excluding "m"
Acherui Acrow Adanath Aearnë Aglanhír Aglas Aglast Alatarië Alduin Alqual Anaxanta Ancaltári Angerel Anghollow Angor Angrine Angringed Annorn Aorikotto Apantelp Aradiad Arahildë Arandil Arando Aranwen Arasg Arass Arassive Ardilion Argelach Argond Arney Arondor Arossar Arosses Arveleri Ashel Astnes Atalë Atted Atyal Avagor Avatanórë Balaróna Balas Bardar Battal Batter Begostar Belagund Beleb Beled Belegyth Belen Belent Belfshel Belthren Besirion Bitine Booking Borlode Branturco Bretuous Brossë Cairë Calace Calindor Calinga Caliéva Calië Carnate Caver Cebeace Ceben Cebengwil Celebrite Celennon Celepta Chieft Cirds Cload Collondë Collë Condo Daeror Daeryd Dalond Daurers Deadfulls Deeple Delos Descendir Desirillë Divinórë Doriant Drúedair Dungorest Dwaino Dwarind Dwath Díned Echoth Elated Eldan Eldor Elegor Elegyrn Elerdant Elfhelion Elflanc Ellië Ellost Elper Elrossi Elwise Endili Enducalet Enduir Enelda Eneth Entain Enving Eorlady Erchorod Ereck Erester Ernessess Eruits Esgalend Essecreth Ester Etherdh Ethirds Eären Eärwel Faeliage Faelin Falace Falad Falandon Falantorn Fallain Fanger Fangoloft Fanyaras Fanyë Faravanya Farod Feirst Finborn Finbow Findórë Fings Finwi Firnen Flanged Forel Foress Foret Foreth Forgir Forlodh Forthron Frodreth Fruin Fírië Galas Galass Galath Galin Garwen Gaspikes Gater Gebirch Gelepheri Gellack Gildur Givien Gladhords Gladroth Glared Glassë Glica Glinands Glord Gloress Gondollar Gorlandē Gorno Gorth Grenos Gundeb Gwaer Gwahador Gwaithief Gwater Gwates Gwindo Gwindosto Gwindë Haedel Hainu Hairs Haldar Hantë Haran Harandur Harantië Harbad Harbount Harlan Harna Harnë Harog Haunta Heardh Hearn Heaves Heavinyar Hecelend Helly Hendil Heriore Herth Hirgin Hirrion Hithful Hostallyn Hronanort Hrónë Hröanwa Huann Hyaliéva Hyalla Hyanga Hyarnen Hávandui Hírieldi Ilthouse Indal Ingwen Intaldar Iorld Iphall Irian Ising Isings Ision Istarë Kinger Labar Labaranor Lacil Laurel Laurerin Laurond Laurëa Lawaker Legyrthon Levnuial Lhewen Lindo Lings Lonew Lonna Lordol Lotheg Loven Lunca Lungorn Lóriniach Naethron Nahael Nanorno Narfly Nauglir Neldog Nellond Nelydh Nendir Ngorond Ningard Nitive Nogrondor Noldorld Norben Nornaer Nornor Nornos Northall Nostalë Nénarf Nénargon Olórië Ondolassë Ondor Onórëa Orcents Ordolian Orincë Orindórin Orinwë Orness Orrostor Ossael Otheight Oxforlino Palach Palad Palaronwë Palas Partan Pation Peaker Perion Perpetur Perse Peturunír Phand Pherlas Piller Pindatan Pinnely Pinning Plack Plair Powed Praith Ragund Ragundórë Ranor Rantirnen Ratar Redhelcon Rendil Resterna Reunica Rindacil Rinquë Rison Rived Roarin Rodros Rodwello Rohaledge Rohína Saniss Sarant Sarath Shador Shorred Shought Sighty Signife Silvens Silótë Sirable Sirang Southeir Southren Spinor Spiring Sprin Stain Stared Sternesse Stodyn Stoheryn Stornā Strain Streen Strenar Stricondë Sunlend Swand Swanwë Sweenhade Talad Tarest Tarin Taring Tarsiledh Tatalalas Tation Tawarfala Teadfast Teluréd Tendil Tengol Thador Thall Thedain Thorrib Thóriel Tindar Tindië Tinger Tirnë Tollië Tollondis Traina Treen Triantir Tural Twilli Tyafin Tyeles Tyell Táriel Túnatur Ulfalassë Undui Urwaer Valad Valië Vanis Vanië Vanyë Varin Veilphin Vorif Voright Walla Wardhil Warfang Wated Waters Wendiéva Wested Wethil Wifer Willtop Wilwen Winded Wosed Wosedrath Wrain Wrontain Yound Yénon Ñgoldilis Ñgolode Ósarn Úlair
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Denis Kessler, President of the Rendez-Vous de Septembre association of reinsurance
Denis Kessler, President of the Rendez-Vous de Septembre association of reinsurance
On 12 September 2022, Denis Kessler was chosen Leader of the Rendez-Vous de Septembre (RVS) relationship of reinsurance. He is taking over from Claude Tendil, who has been at the top of the relationship starting around 2013.
A significant figure of the reinsurance business, D. Kessler was the President of the French gathering SCOR for a very long time. Having arrived at as far as possible, he…
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Star Trek Lower Decks Fic Recs
(most of these are by the same rotating five writers bc our fandom is That Small. Still, all of these are absolute gems and worth your time. Please DM me if I forgot to put a fic on here of y'alls or if a link doesn't work <3)
you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid by InsideMyBrain
shipwide crises are a lot more enjoyable when you have someone to make fun of. unless you’re the person being made fun of.
Everything Is Fine by UncreativeIndividual
After several months serving together, Tendi begins to realize that she feels for Mariner as more than just a friend. This is not ideal for her.
The Mariner Protocol by bauchle
AKA: Beckett Mariner's Guide to Scoring With Hot Space Babes
When she learns that Rutherford is crushing hard on Tendi, Mariner selflessly takes it upon herself to coach him in the fine arts of court ship. She even drafts Boimler to help her out, though for some reason he's less than enthusiastic about the whole project.
Cue movie nights, flirting "workshops", and 400-year-old mixtapes - not to mention melees, arguments, and maybe a minor shipwide crisis. This is definitely going to end well.
im standing guard (im falling apart) by @lastoneout
“Dude Barb is way out of anyone’s league, trust me. She’s so perfect it’s freaky.” Beckett continues, “I don’t know if you noticed but it did nearly drive me insane.”
Brad falls silent for a moment, giving her a weird look that she wilts under.
“Is that why you haven’t been sleeping?”
It's Going Great, Why Do You Ask? by UncreativeIndividual
The sequel to Everything Is Fine.
Mariner and Tendi have been dating in secret for a few months. It's going well, though the former does wish to keep the relationship a secret despite the latter's wishes.
Then, Mariner's mom, Carol Freeman, starts to suspect something is up with her daughter. T'Ana gets stuck in the middle as the only one aware of the relationship, and Boimler & Rutherford are just confused as to what's happening. You can probably s ee where this is going.
are you lonely looking for yourself out there? by @lastoneout
He knew listening to her message would only make him feel worse, but he reached over and pushed the play button, waiting for Mariner’s angry voice to fill the room, reminding him of what a jerk he was.
“Boimler?” Instead of angry, her voice was quiet and groggy, like she’d just woken up, and Brad froze, quickly realizing two things. He must have hit the call button on accident, and he was totally, completely fucked.
- or -
After having a shitty day on the hell ship that is the Titan, Boimler gets drunk and accidentally calls Mariner.
i loved you then and i love you now by @punk-rock-yuppie
Seven years after the end of their friendship, Beckett and Brad meet again.
Enjoy, Endure, Survive (a surprise) by @punk-rock-yuppie
Five times Boimler surprises Mariner with something, and one time she beats him to the punch.
Letting the Days Go By by @punk-rock-yuppie
It’s been three years since Bradward Boimler left his three closest friends on the Cerritos to take an ill-fated stint on the Titan.
It’s been two years since he came back from the Titan with his head hung and his metaphorical tail between his legs.
It’s been a year and a half since Mariner cornered him and told him, drunk and hushed, that she missed him so much it felt like a missing limb.
No Time Like The Present by @lastoneout
If there’s one thing Beckett has learned about Brad Boimler in all the years they’ve been friends, it’s that he has an intense—and frankly worrying—flair for the dramatic. So she isn’t exactly shocked when he decides to confess that he loves her in the middle of a fucking red alert, but that doesn’t mean she’s happy about it.
Love Your Fate (which is in fact your life) by @punk-rock-yuppie
Five out-of-this-world shenanigans that try to get Beckett and Mariner to confront their feelings for each other, and one time these two idiots finally do something about it.
a collapsing star with tunnel vision (but only for you) by @punk-rock-yuppie
The night before Brad transfers to the Titan, he and Beckett have a one night stand.
Of course, everything gets a lot more complicated after that.
Terminal Infatuations by ProdigySorcerer
A collection for my Rutherford/Tendi fics, will have multiple stories, AU, etc.
Future Nostalgia by sprucetree
Various oneshots about Mariner and Boimler.
Chapter 1: Fletcher spills a secret about Boimler.
Chapter 2: A Titan mission gone wrong leaves Mariner worried.
Chapter 3: Mariner and Boimler prepare for their wedding with all of their friends and family in attendance. What could go wrong?
Who Says You Can't Go Home? by @punk-rock-yuppie
Brad knows how his reunion with Mariner will go: not well.
Spoiler alert: Brad is wrong.
Delicate by sprucetree
Various oneshots about Tendi and Rutherford.
Chapter 1: Tendi and Rutherford both work well as friends, sure. But are either of them ready to make the jump to being a couple?
Chapter 2: After the accident, Rutherford wakes up.
Maybe, Perhaps, Almost by @punk-rock-yuppie
It's a tragedy, the way our story goes: maybe, perhaps, almost.
Mindless in a Worthwhile Way by @punk-rock-yuppie
Beckett and Brad's first date on Earth goes a little awry.
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I'm also here to shamelessly promo my own fics.
#star trek lower decks#stld rec list#star trek lower decks fanfiction#star trek lower decks fanfic#stld fanfiction#stld fanfic#marinler#tendiford#tendiler#beckett mariner#brad boimler#d'vana tendi#sam rutherford
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"You know how the Khajiit are like mer, but cats? Imagine that, only with slug-toad things."
--Captain Tendil, explaining Sloads.
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Death & The Kraken
Lantern light danced over the deck of the Revenge, the only relief from the inky blackness of the night.
The wind picked up for just a moment, and a small figure could be seen, dancing along the rigging above. A young girl's laughter sounded, as the dancing shadow moved across the wooden planks. It is accompanied by a thick fog...that is strangely only in one area.
Soundlessly, she dropped down from the rigging, landing lightly on her bare feet, smoke-like tendils of fog swirling around her.
"Well," she says aloud. "Here I am."
@actofgrxce
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17. Worries
Hordak simply just sat there, waiting. He felt like he should've done something, but there was nothing to be done, Entrapta told him to stay put and she did even say that she could be late as Princess business could dominate a lot of time. So he waited. And waited. The sky turned from bright blue to that pretty pink and orange and then to black. The dinner went from warm to cold to reheated to cold again. Imp went from excited and energetic, flying around the room waiting impatiently for Entrapta's return to falling fast asleep.
Hordak ate his dinner while he could and started to clean the dinner table and began to make his way to bed when he heard a banging and clanging in the ceiling above him and in a single swift strong kick a grate of a vent above fell down and out emerged Entrapta, exhausted and dirty. She whipped the sweat from his brow and gave a long exhale. "Phew, that took all day, I'm sorry. The Princess delegations took longer than expected. Gooooood to be home."
"That's great beloved, the dinner's in the microwave." Entrapta immediately noticed something was wrong, he was worried, about her probably. Thanks to her hair limbs she quickly made her way up the stairs to their bedroom to find her beloved lab-partner getting ready to go to bed. He was in the middle of taking his armour off when she entered.
"Hordak." She called out gently, "I'm sorry, I know you waited, but you know we're both on a tight leash." She quietly said this as she moved behind him and softly spread her tendiles of metallic smooth cool-to-the-touch hair across his broken body and helped him dismantle the suit, and he let her.
"I know... I do. I just worry for your safety, and before you start I know you can handle any threat facing you, I do... But when you're not around here, my mind begins to wonder and that's never a good thing. All the most terrible scenarios play out in my head and these thoughts plague me like nightmares during the day. I really wish I could stop worrying, but I can't." The room fell silent for a moment, the metal plates of the armour were gently set down on the ground, to make no noise to wake Imp. Entrapta sat Hordak down onto the bed and his boots screwed off opening up, the defective clone gently and slowly lifted his feet out of their casings and set them on the soft mattress of the bed, Entrapta quickly covered them both with the blanket and whispered in his ear.
"Tell you what, let's go somewhere tomorrow, as a family, a picnic, somewhere quiet like you like, just us and the kids, we'll have a field day. It's gonna be great. No work. No princesses. To make up for today. How does that sound?"
"You don't have to do this, I do not blame you-"
"I know, I'm doing this because I want to."
"Alright... But I just feel like they're trying to keep you away from me, like they're afraid that I'll hurt you."
"Pssshhh, that's redicilious, you're physically incapable of hurting a fly!"
"...Well... I wouldn't say incapable... I... Ugh."
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Past, Present, Future Ask Memes for Vendil
10. What did they dream of doing when they grew up? How and why did it change, if it did?
Vendil is not a dreamer. His goals for the future were relatively realistic. He wanted to rise enough in the ranks of the Order to live comfortably with his brother. Not rich, not poor but comfortable life. Of course, all of that changed when he left the Order over a difference in morality.
9. What kind of place do they live in?
Depends on when and where. Before he became a Keeper, he lived in his family’s estate in the Nobles Quarter in Ark. Vendil’s family is what you’d call ‘old money’ like the majority of nobles in Enderal. While his family clearly had wealth at some point, their family home was more akin to a crypt than a home. Dusty with nothing maintained unless Vendil or his mother worked on it personally.
Once he became a novice and then Keeper, he lived in the Sun Temple. Part of his paycheck was used to pay for taxes on the family house but he didn’t regularly live there until he left the Order to become a mercenary. Since the Nobles Quarter is painfully close to the Sun Temple, he soon left to travel and earn money for his family. So insert a few years as a vagabond for the most part.
Once his brother ran away from home to Nehrim with Vendil in hot pursuit, he lived for a few weeks with the Narathzul’s Order. It quickly became apparent that Nehrim was their home now so Vendil purchased a little townhouse for Tendil, his brother. It was a temporary home for Vendil until he received a fucking castle of all things. Castle Darlan was renamed Castle Auralus once Taranor made his Enderalean noble status a Nehrimese one as well. Vendil is reasonable with his newfound estate. Taxes received are used to improve and maintain both the village and castle. Since he’s a full blooded Aeterna, his ownership of the castle is controversial but he rules fairly. No statue is built in his honor like it is in-game because that’s silly. He’s not Narathzul.
4. What’s something they were sure would happen in their future but didn’t?
Marriage with children afterwards. Vendil was totally expecting to be in an arranged marriage with some poor girl with three or so kids. Since he’s an Enderalean noble and technically the firstborn, that would have been his ‘duty’. Luckily, after the disappearance of his father and him leaving the Order, there was no one there to stop him from just... not doing that. He had to focus on providing for his current family much less some hypothetical one. All in all, it was a good thing it didn’t happen though for both him and his ‘future wife’ since he’s homosexual.
#nehrim#enderal#vynblr#this reminds me that i need to write up a little character sheet for vendil#he seems to be my most popular vyn and eso OC
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Let’s write instead of work today, yeah? Snippet from the 7th chapter of Death’s Assistant.
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I stand, brushing off the news of my business suit. Sandy forms a question, but I ignore him. The fearling may be filling my head with the worst scenarios possible, but at the same time I’m determined to help Jack. Maybe I can’t pull his soul from his body. But maybe I can free that fearling.
Bunny doesn’t see me until my shadow crosses his view. He doesn’t seem affected by the fearling, and I don’t know if that’s because it can’t give him a strong enough fear or if he’s taping into his core of hope. No matter.
“Get off it’s chest.”
“If I do that, it’ll get up.”
“Then hold down it’s limbs. Time to try this.”
Bunny sits on its knees, Sandy takes its hands. I kneel next to it.
The moonbot is metal, parts painted chipped and faded green and red. It has yellow eyes, bulbs or the fearling I don’t know, and an antenna. I snap off the antenna. If it’s a communication relay, I don’t want it sending out a signal. Dark tendils shoot out from the robot’s joints. Pain or shock, I find myself not caring.
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It probably was a stupid idea, but Mac never seemed to lock his shack door and he was tired; not like anyone would dare bother the man considering what he was like. He was also kinda drunk, which didn’t help and was also engaged far too much with his back to the door with the chesswizard, even though he was always far too angry to deal with a machine he pretty much always referred to as a ‘bitch’.
Even though him of all people you would expect to be a little more alert to his surroundings despite his drinking habit, especially with such a recent finding they’d been dealing with. Some incomprenhensible...thing. He was already tired of dealing with shit and this was the last thing he needed, heading upstairs to get drunk and get unsurprisingly pissed off at a game machine.
He didn’t hear the door open just slightly enough for...something to get through and through the cloud of alcohol in his brain he could vaguely perceive a sickening wet snap and crunch behind him and he stopped, hearing the breathing of...something that didn’t sound human. His heart raced and he stood up, spinning around as his chair hit the floor and...
...the most horrifying now vaguely humanoid thing was standing in front of him, head split open with blood oozing from its skull and from its eyes, long wet red tendils replacing its arms which were now on the floor. Mac backed off, horrified but pissed off, swearing loudly. The thing was blocking the door and he fucking left his shotgun in the other parts of the outpost and would’ve found something to defend himself with but it had other ideas, letting out a horrifying inhuman screech as it lashed out with what felt like a million red tendrils around his neck.
For a few seconds he couldn’t breathe, hands slipping against the disgusting red tendrils and he grimaced, only to witness the bloody crack of its skull as it opened further like the voracious maw of a wild animal, sick and dripping and his eyes widened at such a new and shocking circumstance before he managed to smash his nearby whiskey bottle on the table and sliced brutally and desperately through the tendrils before it could do what it wanted. It let go momentarily, shrieking in pain before using the tendrils it had to throw him against the floor and he grunted in pain as he hit it with a heavy thud.
He was dazed and forced himself to get up, but the thing had advanced on him and he felt a boot on his chest crushing his ribcage and the shout he would’ve made descended into a cry as the force ended up snapping a rib and the thing looked over him, or he thought it did, its head was split open and dripping blood and gore onto him and he made a disgusted face. He saw the chest swiftly break open as thick tendrils spilled out, angrily twisting around his neck and he had no time to react as his eyes bulged from their sockets. No amount of thrashing helped, arms also now pinned to his sides as they wrapped, soft and sickeningly wet around his body.
They wrapped tight around his legs and they was an agonising crunch as they squeezed hard enough for them to break and he would’ve screamed if he could get out the words but he was pressed down to the floor, tendrils practically cocooning his whole body. Though he couldn’t really move anyway; he was still conscious but internally panicked as the slow inability to move crept up from his legs, paralysing him but he could still see, see the bloody alien thing just about standing above him as no amount of struggle could get him to fight off it now.
What happened next made his stomach turn and agony became immeasurable, small tendrils now protuding and forcefully splintering his skin in his fingers, hands and legs, fighting their way into his bloodstream and he could feel it burning more than the worst fire imaginable, almost as if he was being eaten alive, creeping through his cells and then---
---up to his brain and though he was paralysed he could want to scream, somehow still remaining alive as it broke into up there and turning his head almost into a blender and he couldn’t do anything but be witness to this excruicating agony as his entire body was being converted into something else and he was helpless to this new process.
...Mac was unaware of anything that happened after that, especially since his body was now not his own and thinking and moving and breathing of its own accord. He woke up, blearily, nauseous, sitting up and stretching his body and aching, blood across the floor, smashed whiskey bottle, overturned chair and...not much else. Was he dreaming? He could’ve sworn someone, or something, for that matter was here. But strangely, he shrugged, clearing up the shards of glass and lifting the chair back up, putting on and zipping up his jacket as he made his way outside into the cold Antarctic air.
As he walked into the other parts of the outpost, his body still hurt, wincing at how his chest and legs ached as he walked. There was a slight limp, which he found bizarre and a remarkable headache, and he felt himself nonetheless bypass everything else to get to the medical room, where Copper was busy cleaning a few things up.
#hey ali how about this#gore tw#blood tw#violence tw#injury mention#what a nice and totally not ominous way to end it#the thing (1982)#macready#r j macready#copper#happy birthday aLI#writing#au#*smirks*#nothing like a bit of assimilation on your birthday hUH#mac's not having a good time#alcohol tw
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follow the sparks, i’ll drive.
his father is nervous, which strikes henry as strange. his father is typically cool and collected, able to slip into a character like a second skin. hollywood is little more than another character for him but as henry watches him get primped and polished for the red carpet, he can see a hint of nerves in a hand tremor as he reaches for his scotch, a clip of temper at the notion that he should fill in his eyebrows with pencil a bit.
hermione and imogen had fought like cats to be their father's plus one to the oscars, their mother out of commission with a filming project in africa. there had been screaming and stony silence but ultimately, henry had a term break and they didn't. it had seemed like an alright idea at the time - a week in los angeles where it was warm and sunny as opposed to the nonstop downpour of london with free food and champagne sounded like a good way to spend his break.
that is until it had actually started. instead of the quiet sightseeing capped off with the actual ceremony, he'd been hauled from event to event with his father. time alone with dear richard wasn't typically his favorite activity - as a rule, henry preferred to spend time with his father in a structured family setting where there were other people to take the heat off of him. hermione, with her pink hair and nose ring, was an excellent distraction.
that people seem interested in talking to him at all seems a wonder. he's spent his life tucked away from his parents' fame. he knows he exists on the internet in photos from his father's knighting ceremony, a premiere here and there when they'd deigned to do family friendly fare but that he's expected to know what to do at all when a camera is pointed in his direction seems impossible. his father takes to steering him about with a well placed hand at his elbow, makaing henry feel as though there are marks he's supposed to be hitting.
he'd make a horrible model, even if some woman presses a card for an agency into his hands at a cocktail party and insists that cheekbones like his are wasted at school.
somehow, by the grace of god, they've arrived at the day of the event. henry had his hair styled and face professionally shaved for the first time and had quite liked it, though the manicure had felt a bit invasive. his tux (well, not his. his for the evening) has a black velvet jacket and he can't stop petting his own arm. he makes it down the red carpet with his father without much disaster - he doesn't talk unless he's directly spoken to and keeps his eyes steady on the entrance to the auditorium. they land in red velvet seats and his father shoots him a rare grateful smile.
he's slipped out during an interminable monologue by the host to the nearest bar, hoping to bolt down a glass of wine before returning in time for his father's category and to deal with the fallout if he doesn't win.
there's already someone else at the bar, a small brunette who may be even smaller if not for the giant heels. her dress is heavily beaded but her voice is light as she explains how to make a mojito.
"a white wine, please," he says.
"what kind?"
"beg pardon?"
the woman turns and gives him an appraising look that's nearly as invasive as the manicure. "riesling," she says to the bartender with a broad smile. "you look like riesling."
he nods, hoping his preference for sweet white wine hasn't been filed away against him. "thank you."
"who's are you?"
he cocks his head as though he doesn't quite understand the question as he fishes out his wallet to tip the bartender.
she huffs, sending an artfully placed tendil of hair flying. "who do you belong to?" she rephrases before huffing again. "your parents?"
ah. "ricahrd shaw," he says, nodding and mumbling cheers as he accepts the wine glass, grateful to have something to do with his hands. "portia byrne-shaw is also to blame."
she looks him up and down again and nods. "you got a name, shaw?"
"henry."
"nice to meet you henry," she says. "i'm ronnie."
"and who's are you?"
she bares her teeth in a wide smile. "ripley."
somewhere in the back of his memory, a reality show hermione and imogen are obsessed with pings. now that he has a link, he can connect this ronnie's thick eyebrows and square jaw with the characters - he can't help but think of them as characters - on the show. "oh."
"bad oh?"
he shrugs a shoulder. "neutral oh. i don't watch it."
"bad oh."
"my sisters do."
"positive oh," she says with a grin.
ronnie has a quick way of talking that requires him to keep up like he's in a slapstick comedy from the thirties. he recognizes it - hermione enjoys carole lombard movies but never thought he'd be called in to participate himself.
"i never ask," he starts and her eyebrows arch. "but would you like to take a selfie? it will drive my sister insane."
she laughs. "i'm always here to drive sisters insane."
her cheek is soft against his jaw when she squeezes against him for a picture and she smells like white flowers, limes, and very expensive makeup. she takes the phone from him after a failed attempt and takes it herself with expert angles. he thanks her and sends it to hermione, who he knows is still awake in london, seething and watching the telecast.
"thanks," he says, lifting the phone before tucking it in his jacket pocket. "she'll lose it."
"any time," she says with a wave. "so, henry."
she's looking him up and down again with that appraising look and he feels like he should down his wine and go back into the theatre, lest he fall into something he wasn't here for.
yet he doesn't.
"so, ronnie."
"want to get out of here?"
he should stay for the ceremony, through the interminable jokes and his father's inevitable defeat for best actor. he should allow himself to be hauled to the vanity fair party and beyond and back to london tomorrow but...
"absolutely."
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2824 – Le renouvellement des réseaux, premier acte des Assises de l’eau … 4 articles
Le renouvellement des réseaux, premier acte des Assises de l’eau – 25/04/2018
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1- Le renouvellement…
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Mermay 21st- Comb. So this mermaid is based off of a type of comb jellyfish called a sea gooseberry - they have these light reflecting tendrils so they aren't really bioluminesent. So says Wikipedia! I have my little jellyfish mermaid brushing her colorful tendiles with a comb- just to drive him e that prompt.
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Prompt 14 Validation
He warned them about the dangers lurking in a specific part of South Shroud, how Malboros could easily ambush people passing by. They didn’t listen, he was the “rookie” in the group, why should they? Even when knowing he grew up in the Shroud, knew the beasts around the wood better than most, they ignored his advice and proceeded on, it was a costly mistake.
“Shite!! Watch that breath!! He gets ya, ya done for!!!” Rhyn called out, after dodging another vine strike.
The group all tried to utilize their skill, Rhyn with his axe, Elly with her fists, Abel with his blades, Jean with his arrows, Pelli with his magic, and Kodie with his lance, but all it did was anger the giant Malboro even further. They had to dispatch it, with a Malboro this big, and villages nearby, it could cause major destruction.
“We ain’t slowin this thing down!” Elly yelled as she was more dodging vine strike, than being able to counter.
Jean and Kodie had flanked one side of the creature, Jean’s bow at the ready as Kodie attempted thrust his lance at at the side of the beast, but a vine quickly coiled around the weapon, easily pulling it away from the young Midlander and snapping it with ease. As Jean attempted hit it with arrows, moving too close, another vine would swipe at the other Midlander, unable to dodge in time, Jean was sent flying several yalms away, slamming his body against a large tree, but what made it worst was being impaled by a trunk that was sticking out.
Kodie snapped out of the shock he had seeing his weapon destroyed with easy, and rushed to his fallen teammate. “Jean!!!” He yelled as he reached the fellow Midlander, the branch through his chest, blood pouring out of the wound, as he was also coughing it out.
The young redhead tried his best to help, attempting to pull Jean off but it caused him great pain, while the others who were aware of what happened tried their best to distract the creature. “Hang in there, buddy! I’ll get you out! Just don’t pass out on me!!!”
Jean looked over, trying to gasp for air as he reached over for his bow, then slowly offered it to Kodie. “Don’t...worry about…..me…..help the others…..” He managed to must as he held the bow to Kodie.
Dark red eyes looked at the weapon, then back to Jean as he nodded, grabbing the bow as well as a hand full of arrows from Jean’s quiver turning towards the others and rushed off. Jean simply looked over giving them a weak smile.
Kodie arrived with the others as the rest of the group continued trying to fend off the creature. Rhyn had noticed the Malboro had paused and was getting ready to take a deep breath. “He’s about to blow some nasty breath!! Back out!!”
“Wait!!!” Kodie called out as he looked over to the Lalafell. “Pelli!! I need a fireball, aim towards its mouth!!”
The Lalafell’s eyebrows furrowed, but quickly began to cast the fireball spell aiming it at the Malboro, as he shot it, Kodie quickly aimed his bow and arrow, releasing as the arrow caught the fire ball and went into the mouth of the creature. Just before the Malboro could release its breath, it began to choke on the fireball, and soon after the plant creature’s upper half exploded, the rest of it’s tendiles slumping to the ground, twitching as it got caught in the fire as well. Abel grinned as he sheathed his blades, turning towards the two. “Hah!!! That a boy, figured you rookies had use!!!”
Kodie beamed proudly but then his attention turned back towards Jean, rushing over to find he was no longer conscious, succumbing to his wounds.
Evening fell as the makeshift grave near the tree where Jean passed was finally filled. Resting at the tree was Jean’s bow and quiver. The group had set camp near by, saying their peace, and mourning, but Kodie was still at Jean’s grave, looking down somberly.
“We should have listened to ya…” A voice deeply boomed, as the Roe approached, standing next to Kodie. “If I had heeded your warning, Jean would still be alive, this is on me.”
Kodie turned towards Rhyn, looking up at him as he shook his head. “It could have happened to anyone, any group. We were just the unlucky ones….” He sighed as he turned his attention to the broken lance nearby. “Guess I need to make a stop at Gridania to get my lance repaired..”
“Yah about that…” Rhyn reached over to grab the resting bow and quiver. “Yer shite with the lance, this is better suited for ya..” He offered the weapons to the Midlander.
Kodie quickly shook his head. “No...I couldn’t take them, those were Jean’s…”
“Well he ain’t gonna be usin them anymore, and I think he wouldn’t be too pleased we’d leave’em here in the middle of the shitty wood. Besides, at least he can rest knowin it’s in good hands…”
The Hyur paused for a moment as he looked over to Jean’s grave. He slowly nodded as he turned back towards Rhyn, nodding, and grabbed the weapons. Slinging the quiver and then the bow around him. The Roe nodded approvingly as made his way down the campsite, Kodie would follow but paused briefly to get one last look of the grave of his fallen compatriot.
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In the kindest possible way, Cortés places Montezuma under house arrest.
“Best you come to stay with me a while.”
“Thank you but I’d rather not.”
“We’ll have games and in the evenings, home movies.”
“The people wouldn’t understand.”
“We’ve got Pitalpitoque, Quntalbor, Tendile.”
“I’ll send them chocolate.”
“Come away, come away, come away with me.”
“The people will be frightened.”
“What do the omens say?”
“I don’t know I can’t read them anymore.”
“Cutting people’s hearts out, forty, fifty, sixty at a crack.”
“It’s the custom around here.”
“The people of the South say you take too much tribute.”
“Can’t run an empire without tribute.”
“Our Lord Jesus Christ loves you.”
“I’ll send Him chocolate.”
“Come away, come away, come away with me.”
from “Cortés and Montezuma”, Donald Barthelme
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