#turkish girl × greek boy

[itskubay]

Vatanım Sensin (Wounded Love), (2016-2018) 01×07

Lieutenant Leon, are you looking for something? Maybe I could help you.

I don't know. Could you?

#vatanim sensin #wounded love #forbidden love #hilal #hilal x leon #hileon #leon #teğmen leon #turkish series #gifshistorical #gif #my gifs #period drama dress #period drama edit #period drama #perioddramagif #turkish couple #turkish girl #turkish girl × greek boy #hilal leon #hileon edit #hileon gif #turkish series quotes #series quotes #period drama quotes #quotes #love #enemies to lovers #enemies to soulmates #hileonedit

[nolita-fairytale]

living on a remote island with sirius & raising baby harry together (remote island au)

au headcanon where you and young!sirius black flee the country to live on a remote island and raise baby harry instead of going to azkaban

pairing: sirius black x fem!ravenclaw reader

warnings: none.

a/n: ok so hear me out: i thought that this is the last part. but then. i had some ideas of how this remote island au would fit into the storyline of hp so i may write two epilogues (one where it lines up with the hp storyline and one fluff happy ending).

thank you again to all who have read, liked, reblogged, and commented. there's an instagram account called @aendthesea and this is what i feel reader, sirius, and harry's lives are like on the island. check it out if you're a visual person like me.

part one | part two | part three |

there's a letter in the kitchen of the cottage from your father that explains that it's not safe for you to meet up with your parents yet. you must wait a full two weeks to make sure that you haven't been followed and you're sure that you destroyed the armoire correctly.

when sirius finally comes to a few days later, he's expecting to wake up in azkaban. boy, is he surprised to find himself overlooking the mediterranean as he makes his way out onto the back porch.

"what did you do?" "sirius, i couldn't let you go to azkaban for a crime you didn't commit. remus helped me. he wasn't the traitor, sirius he-." "i know. it was peter. the traitor. that bloody rat."

your conversation is interrupted by the sound of a baby crying. as you emerge from the house with baby harry in your arms, sirius falls to his knees in grief, the events of what happened coming back to him. he knows that it means james and lily are dead.

there's so much grief but sirius grieves more openly than you. he grieves for his best friends. for baby harry. for the life he was almost condemned to.

waking up in the middle of the night to sirius having nightmares.

sirius has major survivor's guilt.

about a month after you settle in, you receive a letter from dumbledore. remus has gone to him for help. he will keep your secret and help cover it up, as long as you agree to let harry come back for school. you both oblige willingly and figure, it's a problem for future-you-and-sirius.

moving from the safe house to a home inside of your parents' villa. while not pleased that they've practically become grandparents overnight, it takes one look at harry for them to fall absolutely in love. and they make great babysitters.

adjusting to life on the island takes time but sirius is beginning to warm up to being only a short walk from the beach.

roaming the island sirius in his animagus form (he is a wanted fugitive afterall) and becoming known around town as the girl with the black dog.

giving in and finally marrying sirius because, you know, for the diplomatic immunity, of course.

having a competition of who can learn the native language fastest, then competing with each other who can learn the rest of the languages that line the coast of the mediterranean.

once it's safe for you and sirius to venture into more mainland territories, sirius begins exploring in his human form. sirius continues increasing his new language skills by reading sleep training books in the native language, after baby harry regresses and refuses to sleep through the night.

sleepless nights because you two have a freaking baby.

sirius really brings a whole new meaning to 'speaking in tongues.' think: sirius speaking french in bed and then all of a sudden he switches to greek, italian, or turkish. he's got a real knack for it too.

baby harry is bilingual, that is, until sirius begins teaching him french. can you imagine a harry potter raised in the mediterranean?

enjoying a slow life filled with simple pleasures: walking to the beach, eating slices of melons & fruits under the warm sun, and sunday sauces that simmered on the stovetop all day long to pure perfection.

keeping an herb garden, pulling lemons straight off of the trees and making lemonade for the three of you.

family beach trips with lots of sunscreen involved. baby harry absolutely loves the water and as he grows older, you practically have to pry him out of the ocean to get him to come to dinner.

while you take up photography as a hobby, sirius finds an old piano that someone's just left on the street and takes it in. he takes up his old hobby, playing the piano and humming along. singing and playing lullabies to harry omfg.

having a long conversation when harry first calls sirius 'dada,' and deciding how you'll tell him about his parents. debating whether or not you let him call the two of you mum and dad and questioning what lily and james would've wanted. you decide to let him choose when he gets older, what he'd like to call the two of you.

sirius has a phase where he wants nothing more than to give harry a sibling to play with, but you know it'll be too complicated with him being a wanted man. he's fallen head over heels for harry and for being a father, but you feel it would be irresponsible to bring your own child into it.

"gods, you're so beautiful. c'mon, just think about it. harry and a little brother... or little sister." "sirius, i-, we're barely twenty two! i love being harry's godmum more than anything and i just-, i don't know." "bet you'd look so good carrying our baby too, love." "sirius... damnit. we can practice if that's what you're getting at." "always, my darling. always."

also, does anyone think about how the marauders would've only been 30-32 when harry began hogwarts, yet they were played by grown ass adults in the movies? just me? ok, cool.

taglist: @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy

#sirius x reader #sirius black x reader headcanon #sirius black headcanon #sirius black x reader #the marauders #marauders era #padfoot #sirius black fluff #sirius black x fem!reader #sirius black imagine #harry potter au #harry potter headcanon #harry potter

[legacygirlingreen]

August 30th 1889 // Farmer Sebastian Sallow x Reader (Part 3)

Part 3 of the short series. Link for Masterlist can be found here:

Word Count: 2,500

Audio found here

And my flight was awful, thanks for asking

The sun was going to set in an hour or so, and she knew that her mother would call her for dinner when that happened, yet she couldn’t force herself to leave. Currently perched under the tree next to her neighbor while they both read quietly. On occasion Sebastian would look up, making sure no sheep had wandered off from where he’d taken them to graze, before looking back down at his book. More often than not she’d take that as an opportunity to stare at him. 

Since coming back for the summer, Sebastian had grown darker in complexion, as his hair had grown slightly lighter, and more similar in color to carmel, from being in the sun all day. He was more beautiful now than he had been when they’d met a few months ago. 

“You know I can feel you staring” he said smugly as she blushed and looked back down at her book, afraid of the boy making fun of her. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I am simply reading” she said with a sigh as he plucked the book from her grasp making her shoot him an annoyed look. 

“Ah yes, page 137. The same one you’ve been on for the last hour. What do you find so interesting on this page to linger? What’s it say?” he quizzed her and her eyes grew wide knowing she had paid more attention to his side profile than the book. 

“Uh…” she struggled to find an explanation, seemingly unable to provide insight on what the pages contained. Eventually she gave up, crossing her arms and pouting while muttering out “garçon de ferme” as laughter ripped from his throat. 

She had realized quite early on that Sebastian understood her native tongue. The boy was as brilliant as her Gran had suggested, knowing not only English and Gaelic as one would predict, but also French, Latin, German, Greek, Italian and even some Turkish.

“Oh how I’m going to miss that sass soon mon chou” he said with a laugh, the pet name rolling off his tongue. The unfortunate nickname had come from Sebastian, who upon learning that the French phrase mon chou for “darling”, also translated to “cabbage” in english. 

“What do you mean you’re going to miss me soon?” she asked quietly, still unaware he was soon departing Hogwarts. He figured her grandmother had taken the time to explain that come September he’d be back at school and not in Feldcroft, but he had assumed wrong. 

“Oh… um… school is starting back and I am beginning my 4th year.” Sebastian explained hoping she wouldn’t take it poorly. He was no stranger to how tightly the girl had latched to him, finding security and comfort in his presence. He had learned of her father’s dreadful passing and how unsafe she had felt leaving home. There were no other children her age in the village. 

Sebastian would be lying if he tried to deny he hadn’t found the younger girl’s company to be pleasant. She was brilliant, even for her age, which he finally confirmed as ten, nearly eleven but her birthday was after the school year began so she’d have to wait a full year before starting Hogwarts. 

He shared books with her, often ones that had difficult to understand material, and she easily grasped it. They had thought provoking discussions on magical theory, despite her not having shown signs of having any yet. In a small way he wishes she had, so he could teach her spells for when he wasn’t there. Regardless, Sebastian felt that this summer in Feldcroft had been the most comforting he’d experienced since moving here after his parents died. 

He’d start each day by finding her already reading on the lawn of her Gran’s, fruit in hand and a smile on her face. She’d help him with his chores and bring a book along when things got boring. On days his chores weren’t as involved they’d walk to the shore and skip rocks, or spend time swimming together. He had brought her to some ruins nearby, nothing too far, but they’d explored them until the sun set, finding treasures long forgotten. 

Sebastian realized she hadn’t spoken as he’d been lost in thought reminiscing on the summer.  When he looked down, he saw the young girl with tears in her eyes, staring off into the fields, not responding. The sight of her so saddened instantly made him want to draw her into his arms and let her know it was going to be okay. He settled on a less intense version as he turned his body towards her, wiping a tear off her face.  

“Hey don’t cry, it’s going to be alright… I can visit sometimes on the weekends or maybe your mum will let you visit me in Hogsmeade or -” he tried to reason with her, not caring what his classmates would say about him hanging around with a girl a few years younger if they saw him in Hogsmeade with her. Instead she shut him off with a quiet whispered phrase. 

You’re leaving me too. 

The words had immediately torn at his heart. He cursed Merlin for making her too young to come back to school with him, punishing her with another year in this stupid Scottish Hamlet alone. For allowing her father to be struck down in such a poor way, leaving her at the loss of a male figure in her life. At how her Gran continued to get worse and worse, knowing the old woman would soon likely depart as well, leaving this girl even more alone. He hated it more than anything that he couldn’t do anything about it. 

The young girl had stood not long after saying the words, grabbing her long skirt in her hands and running away from him. Her book abandoned as she sprinted back towards the hamlet from the small field they were in. She ran into the small wooded area at the base of the mountain, using the trees to hide from him as she ran.

Sebastian didn’t care he was abandoning his uncle’s sheep when he sprinted after her. If one ran off he’d spend all night chasing it down. Right now he needed her to stop running from him so he could help her see he didn’t have a choice in the matter. He couldn’t leave knowing she was upset with him. 

“Y/n stop!” he shouted as he got closer, her shorter legs no match for his longer ones. When he got right behind her, he didn’t even think, as he reached down to scoop her up and lift her petite body into the air as she kicked. 

“Put me down!” she cried out, more tears falling and he shook his head, pulling her close to him. Sebastian had hoped the girl would relax in his arms but it seemed to have the opposite effect. She trembled against him so violently as she continued to struggle, begging to be put down, to let her get some distance from him. 

Suddenly, and without warning a loud sound in the space next to them boomed through the air. In the panic Sebastian dropped the girl, watching as a small willow tree emerged from the ground and sprouted to a decent height as he stood there amazed. The girl had also stopped trying to escape simply to look, surprised at how it simply sprung up from the ground before them. 

Sebastian reached out, touching its soft light purple flowers in awe. In all the ways he’d seen or heard of someone’s magic manifesting he’d never heard of something this spectacular. In a moment of confusion, sadness and anxiety she had sprouted an almost fully grown tree, one that was often referred to as his namesake no less. 

He couldn’t help but stare at the tree in amazement, looking intently at its branches and bark. He studied the roots, imagining that to anyone else, they would assume it had been alive for decades, not to have just sprouted from the ground in a moment of emotion. But it was here, in a simple flash. Standing tall, proud, and beautiful.

“You just, your, you-” he stuttered, looking for the words to say as she looked at him confused. While the young girl knew that the subsequent tree sprouting from the earth had to have been a result of her emotional distress, she didn’t understand his reaction. 

Eventually Sebastian found the words he’d been searching for as he grabbed her again without much warning. This time she didn’t fight it, allowing him to wrench her into his arms as he picked her small body up and spun it through the air. 

“Your magic, it’s brilliant! It’s so wonderful!” He said as he laughed under the canopy provided by the willows branches. 

To say the girl had emotional whiplash at the situation was an understatement. To have gone from happy, to saddened to shocked all in a few moments, was a lot to process. Not to mention something she could only compare to warmth in her stomach at being picked up by the boy… 

Sebastian set her back down, using his thumbs to brush aside the almost dried tears from her face before smoothing her hair back down. 

“Tell me what you were thinking of when it happened,” he asked her. 

The girl knew exactly what thought spawned the massive tree in front of them, but that didn’t mean she felt so inclined to share with him out of fear of embarrassment. So she opted to look up at him, while softly shaking her head “no” as she got lost in his brown eyes. 

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to… I can tell you how it happened for me if you’d like? I’ve never told anyone, not even Anne” He offered and at the opportunity she raised an eyebrow, eager to know more about him. Especially if that meant getting information no one knew. 

“Okay…” she said before taking a seat at the base of the tree she conjured, sitting along one of its roots before tucking her legs to the side so her skirt wouldn’t move too high. Sebastian decided to take a seat next to her, laying his legs out in front of him. He could tell he’d brown a smidgen over the summer as his pants rose up higher on his legs than previously. 

“Well, it wasn’t long after my parents had died. I  was 8, almost 9. I wanted to visit their graves but Anne refused to go with me, and Solomon refused to take me. So I snatched the bag of floo powder and snuck out of the house in the middle of the night. Once I got there, I’m not really sure why, it all sort of hit me at once. I kept thinking of how pretty my mom used to look while she was brushing her hair and singing quietly to herself. All of a sudden I looked down and where my tears had hit the ground, some asphodels were sprouting from the freshly dug grave. They still are there ya know, to this day. In fact almost the entire area has been taken over by them the last time I visited. Only thing visible is the stone marker itself.” He explained, as he twirled his wand with one of his hands unconsciously. In the other he realized the girl had slipped her own hand without him noticing. 

“I overheard my mom talking to Gran about how worried she was that I am a squib… since my magic didn’t present itself when my papa died. I suppose now that’s not an issue” she said gently and he squeezed her hand before letting go of it. 

“That’s not possible for a witch as brilliant as you...” he said before turning around and running his open palm over the bark of the tree still in awe of it. 

“I kept thinking about how sad I was going to be without you here” she mumbled quietly as she refused to look at him.

He thought for a moment before he turned back towards her. 

“You thought about how much you were going to miss me, and in turn sprouted a sallow” he said through a chuckle. 

“A what?” She asked, confused.

Sebastian gestured to the tree they were sitting under before saying, “Willows, oftentimes called sallows” then he pointed at himself continuing “Sebastian Sallow”. 

“Oh. I didn’t realize that” she said, almost embarrassed. She hasn’t understood that she had created something so closely linked to him out of the fear of him leaving. 

“I think it’s sweet… I’m going to miss you too, you know... If I could throw you in my trunk I would” he explained with a laugh. 

“You are?” She asked timidly while scooting closer to him. Sebastian looked down at the girl whom he’d grown so fond of, so protective over, in such a short amount of time. 

“Of course I am,” he reassured her. 

“I don’t want to be alone here” she said sadly and once again her eyes welled up with tears. 

“I know you don’t, and I wish I didn’t have to go… I promise to write every day. And visit some weekends. I’ll even ask your mum to bring you to hogsmeade some weekends the school lets us visit and I can introduce you to my friend Ominis. And then next year you’ll be at Hogwarts with us” he explained, trying to cheer her up.

“Okay…” she said with a sad nod. Sebastian still felt bad so he clutched his wand, pointing it towards his open hand and conjuring her a little flower before placing it behind her ear. 

“Cheer up, it’ll be Yule time before you know it…” he told her before standing and offering a hand to pull her up. 

“It’s getting late, I need to go wrangle the sheep and you should get back to eat with your family. I’ll bring your book back later” Sebastian said and she turned to walk back to town alone. 

“How about you see Anne and I off in the morning?” He asked as she looked back at him. 

“I’d like that,” she said quietly while looking at her shoes. 

“Good. I’ll meet you by the floo tower tomorrow morning then.” He told her and with that she left before she kept crying in front of him. Once she was out of sight he reached up, still awestruck at the tree. Quickly he reached up and broke off a small strip of flowers and put it in his pocket for later.

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[faintingheroine]

How rich/eminent would Adnan's family have been in their society?

I can't recall his work or lineage being mentioned, just the big wealth. I figured if I had to compare it to anything western, they would have the kind of position thst a wealthy industrialist or middle-ranked nobility might have? Influencial and sought-out in finer circles, but not exceedingly rare to be remarked and known by people who are not part of that same wider circle.

Or am I off the mark and his family would be at the very top of the social ladder and would be known by wider society, like say some kind of duke or baron?

This is interesting.

Aşk-ı Memnu is really silent on the subject of the source of Adnan Bey’s wealth which is interesting because Halit Ziya was upfront about these things in other similar novels of this. He even has a novel called “Ferdi and his Company” which is about a rich tradesman whose Nihal-like daughter marries a man who works at his side. So Halit Ziya isn’t uninformed about these things. He is a man who worked at banks and the palace himself. This is not Emily Brontë handwaving away how Heathcliff got rich, Halit Ziya could write about the source of Adnan Bey’s wealth if he wanted, but for some reason in this particular book he didn’t.

Ottoman Empire didn’t have a proper aristocracy in the way European countries did. There were a few prominent families but there weren’t inherited “titles”. Ottomans were trying to be the only important family in the country, so they only had children with slaves and they sometimes killed families that got too prominent.

What Ottoman Empire had were “Pashas”, statesmen who were given the title during their lifetime due to their achievements/prominence. (Until early 19th century, most Ottoman statesmen were actually Devshirmes (converts mostly from the Balkans), with 19th century Turks got more prominent in the state affairs). Pashas owed everything they had to the Sultan’s favor and their title didn’t pass to their children. Yet the wealth they acquired and their respectability did pass onto their children and so slowly these people formed an upper class.

As for a bourgeoisie, Turks didn’t have a proper bourgeoisie in the modern sense since they considered trade a bit beneath them. Non-Muslims like Greeks and Armenians did form the bourgeoisie more. But again with 19th century there formed some Turkish families that we can call “bourgeoisie”. Halit Ziya’s family which got rich through trading Turkish carpets to all over the world is one of the first examples (their home city Uşak is still famous for its carpets). And we saw that another novel of his “Ferdi ve Şürekası” was about a tradesman.

But upper-class Turkish people were rarely independent bourgeoisie. The main characters of the first novels were generally sons or grandsons of Pashas who worked at a small government job but who mostly sustained themselves through already existing inheritance or through renting their properties. Adnan Bey is probably someone like this too. From the little hints in the text we can gather that he is from a very respectable line, which means that he probably has Pasha ancestors (in another Turkish novel, “Three Faces of Istanbul”, the rich girl’s family only permits her to marry the poor boy when they learn that he has a great great-grandfather who was a Pasha). Does Adnan Bey go to work? I don’t know?

1975 miniseries which tried to give a social background to the events made Adnan Bey’s father a Pasha who was a protégé of Mustafa Reshid Pasha who was the architect of Ottoman Westernization, and made Adnan Bey himself work at Düyun-u Umumiye. I think these additions make sense. I myself made Adnan Bey the son of an Ahmet Pasha in my fanfic.

To answer your question, I think Adnan Bey’s family is closest to a middle-ranking nobility. They are not ruling the country and probably have no connection to the Ottoman dynasty, but they are very rich and respectable. Probably have a grandfather who was actually a prominent figure. Yes, “influential and sought-out in finer circles, but not exceedingly rare to be remarked or known by people who are not part of the same wider circle”.

Class in Ottoman Empire is tricky because it is not very well-delineated. I generally have to intuit it while reading these old Turkish novels. And I am no expert. But this was my two cents.

#aşk ı memnu #aşk-ı memnu #adnan bey #asks #aşk ı memnu asks

[minetteskvareninova]

AU: Nigar Finds Her Daughter

For @faintingheroine - and everyone else that wishes for our best girl to have at least somewhat happy ending.

They said Gördes has many ruins – a wonder for the goatherders tending to their flocks in the mountains around the city, but a rather obvious fact for someone as educated as Nigar, considering the city was an ancient one. Nonetheless, it was one thing to silently laugh at these remarks from the poor seamen manning the ship she was traveling on, and quite another not to be impressed by the countless remnants of an era Nigar has so far only read about. Istanbul, while ancient, still wasn’t that old. And she needed to do some sightseeing first, because that seemed to be the best way to calm her nerves. After all, she couldn’t allow her daughter to see her as a nervous wreck.   Nigar’s Greek was a little dusty since she left sultan’s harem (after all, most Greeks of Istanbul spoke Turkish just fine, and there were little to none far east in Diyarbekir), but she could manage. She got the directions to Nicolaos efendi’s house from a girl she found by the local well. He actually lived fairly close to the port, since as the girl said, he was a tradesman, who transported the goods from the port to the towns and villages all around the province. The girl also said Nigar got very lucky, since this was one of the few times the man was home. With a heart threatening to jump out of her chest, Nigar turned to Nicolaos‘ house and silently prayed like she has never prayed before. It seemed a miracle was about to happen.   The door to Nicolaos‘ house was opened by a very thin woman in white dress with colourful embroidery, so typical of the women from the area. „Good evening. Is Nicolaos efendi home?“ she asked. Woman raised her eyebrows. „Who are you?“ „That’s hard to... Eh... Explain. His brother. He knows me.“ „My husband has no brother.“ „Ah, just... Tell Nicolaos efendi Nigar hanim is here. He’ll know.“ With a suspicious look on his face, the women returned to the house. When she came back, she seemed even less friendly than before. „He doesn’t know any Nigar hanim.“ Nigar had to try very hard to compose herself. „He forgot me. Maybe. I’m Esmanur’s mother.“ „Who is Esmanur?!“ „A girl lives with you. Your husband takes care of her...“ Nigar thanked God for his mercy, as the woman finally seemed to have understood. „How old is that Esmanur of yours, exactly?“ „About seven years old.“ „Ah! That would be our Theodora. Anyway, wait a minute, please.“ And with that, she left, but the door stayed open.   Soon, Nicolaos efendi appeared in the door. Nigar had to try very hard to compose herself; the man was truly the spitting image of his brother, just as Matrakçi told her. „Good evening.“ she said in Turkish, voice still shaking. „My name is Nigar, and I used to... Know your brother. I was told my daughter lives with you, is that true?“ Luckily, the man was fluent. „Well... Probably. If you are who I think you are, that is. Either way, come in. We can talk this over coffee.“   It was a modest house for a tradesman, with bare white walls and simple, barely decorated wooden furniture. Still, Nicolaos‘ family did have a servant girl (even if it was probably just the one), so they had to live at least somewhat comfortably. In the hallway, Nigar saw two boys playing hide-and-seek, one still a toddler, the other one barely older. „My sons.“ said Nicolaos, while leading her to the kitchen. Nigar smiled. „They’re adorable. Do you have any other children?“ „No, not really. A daughter of my relatives lives with us, since she has no other family – poor child. So she’s yours, you say?“ He suddenly hushed his voice. „Does that mean, that you are... You know... That woman Theo told me he loved?“ „Theo is what he was called before they took him?“ asked Nigar equally silently. Nicolaos led her to a room, where he sat her at a small, shabby table. „Yes. My... My brother.“ She heard his voice shake a little.   Nicolaos‘ servant girl came almost immediately, and Nicolaos ordered her to make coffee. Then he turned to Nigar. „I’ve always wondered what you looked like. What kind of woman could make my brother turn his back on a sultana, even if it was just for a time?“ „Are you dissapointed, efendi?“ asked Nigar mockingly. „Truth be told, I don’t want to talk much about pasha – may Allah have mercy on his soul. He won’t come back from the grave, but me and my daughter are still here, though without her I might as well have been dead all those years we have been separated...“ „Why didn’t you seek her out sooner, then?“ „Efendi, believe me when I say that if I could, I would’ve, but I was forbidden from doing so by circumstance and people far more powerful than you can even imagine.“ Nicolaos didn’t answer right away, instead he spent about half a minute thinking. „Alright, then. I guess there’s no reason to keep her away from you. If you could wait here, just a second...“ He went out only for a moment, before she heard a loud „Theodora!“, the sound of a running child, and some Greek that she didn’t completely understand. Her hands started shaking and her sight went blurry with tears. It’s been so long... They probably won’t recognize each other. She made her peace with that on her way there, although it still made her feel like her throat was refusing to work.   But when she walked in there, alive and so, so beautiful, Nigar couldn’t help herself. She immediately ran to her and took her in her arms, before Esmanur could do anything. Startled girl fidgeted in her arms, and when Nigar tried to kiss her cheeks, she flinched. „Uncle, is that her?“ she asked in Greek. „My mum?“ „Yes, dear.“ Esmanur looked at her in disbelief, and Nigar’s heart broke. „Really?“ „Yes! Sweetie, it’s me, your mother, and...“ Nicolaos gently cut her away. „She can’t speak Turkish.“ Nigar looked back at her daughter, now with the same shock and disbelief Esmanur had on her face. Esmahan seemed disappointed. „My mum is a Turk?“ „Yes... No... Ah, it’s complicated.“ said Nigar, still shaken. „I am from Istanbul, everyone there speaks Turkish.“ „Because aunt Eirene doesn’t like Turks. She always says they are greedy, vain and whatnot.“ „Aunt Eirene says a lot of things.“ interjected Nicolaos. „Especially when someone makes her angry. But she doesn’t always mean that, does she?“ Nigar, meanwhile, awkwardly put the girl down. She thought she braced herself for this kind of response, and worse, but it was quite another thing to have at least some of her fears to come true. „So... They call you Theodora, I’m told?“ she said, swallowing the urge to cry. „We never expected Thea’s mother to come back for her. Nasuh efendi didn’t tell us much, besides the fact that your husband wouldn’t allow the girl to live with you. I just... Assumed I might have to take care of her permanently.“ said Nicolaos defensively, almost offended. Nigar couldn’t hold back tears anymore. „Per... Perhaps you’re right. I didn’t know if I’d ever see again either, back then.“ Esmanur was confused. „What are you talking about? You know I can’t speak Turkish, right? Mum, why are you crying?“ She bent towards the little girl again. „Because I love you. And I missed you.“ Her poor Greek really wasn’t sufficient to explain all of the other emotions she felt, but a seven-year old probably didn’t need an explanation more elaborate than that anyway.   After a moment of silence, the maidservant appeared with the coffee. Nicolaos efendi shot a pointed look towards her. „So? What now?“ Nigar’s voice was hushed. „Can I get a moment alone with her, before we get to discuss any... Plans for the future?“ Nicolaos‘ face suddenly gained a cheeky expression. „Well, I do have a couple of truly splendid mules in my stables. Thea, sweetie, would you be so kind and show them to Nigar hanim?“

Unsurprisigly, the girl wasn’t too enthusiastic about the animals, but then, Nigar wasn’t either. They only stayed there for a short while, before Nicolaos efendi sent a maidservant with the message that the coffee is getting cooler by the minute – but Nigar was thankful for every second. She was relieved to learn that Esmahan’s guardians took good care of her. Nicolaos was truly like a father to her, and although Esmahan wasn’t as close to Eirene, his wife, she didn’t experience any unkindness from her, either. The girl herself was a cheerful, somewhat mischievious child, obviously thriving under the care of her uncle and aunt. Nigar’s joy was, however, tampered by the knowledge that this goes directly against her plans for the future.   When she returned to Nicolaos efendi and his coffee, he sent the girl away. „Did you come all the way just to see your daughter?“ he asked. Here it comes... „No, of course not. I do plan on taking her home.“ „She is home, Nigar hanim.“ He sounded so impatient... „I suppose that depends on your definition of home, but either way, I am her mother, and it’s only right that she should live with me.“ Nicolaos raised his eyebrows. „Are you sure about that, Nigar hanim? After all, I am her family too, and she barely knows you. Besides, it is hard for a woman to be alone in this world – let alone with a child that depends on her.“ „Rüstem pasha will take care of me, as it is the custom for former husbands and wives.“ said Nigar in a raised voice. „And as for her not knowing me – well, that is none of my fault, efendi! We’ve been separated by fortune, and fortune is now bringing us together. Please, don’t stand in its way.“ Nicolaos glowered at her. „You want what is best for Thea, don’t you?“ „How can I not? She is my child; of course I would never...“ „Then how do you not see what you are doing to her?! We are the only family she ever knew, Nigar hanim! You are going to break her heart...“ „And what of my heart, efendi?! Do you think I am not going to love her, do you think I won’t be a family to her?! She’s still young, she still has time to get used to me and the life in Istanbul! Besides, it’s not just mother’s love that compells me, but duty.“ She didn’t want to pull out this one. She didn’t want to play dirty. But threatened with losing her daughter once again, she got desperate, and the words just poured from her like blood from a cut vein. „You named her Theodora, is that true? Why didn’t you let her keep the name her father gave her?“ „It was safer.“ said Nicolaos with obvious uneasiness. „We didn’t want her to keep any reminders of her father, since Nasuh efendi warned us about his enemies and the possibility they might find her...“ „Is that the whole truth, efendi? Were there no other reason whatsoever?“ „Well, this town is also mostly Greek, and we wanted her to feel like part of the community.“ „Ah! She must’ve felt especially welcome after you had her baptised, as Nasuh efendi told me.“ Nicolaos‘ face went pale. „As I’ve said... We only wanted her to feel welcome.“ Nigar’s resolve only wavered for a second, before she went for the throat. „Is that so? Well, Şahhuban Sultan will surely understand.“ „What does she have to do with this?!“ „I am her... Well, it would probably be a little presumptuous to call myself her friend, but a client, certainly. Either way, she would never allow for the child of late great Ibrahim pasha to grow up as an infidel, and I am not keen on this prospect either.“ Nicolaos‘ horrified expression gave a rather strong blow to her resolve, but then she thought about the alternative. There was no way for both of them to walk out of this conversation satisfied. It was him or her, and when faced with every other such dilema, she never hesitated to pick herself. „Eirene was right.“ he said, voice shaking with a mix of shock and anger. „Damn you Turks. Damn you all. And I don’t care what you say – you are a Turk, just like the lot of them. You are a Turk, just like our boys become them, when they are taken from us, then taught your godforsaken language and religion, and come back with swords and pistols and bloody hands...“ „That was quite enough, efendi.“ Nigar said, raising her voice once again. She then drank her coffee in one gulp. „Now, would you be so kind as to call Esmanur back?“

Esmanur’s reaction to learning she has to leave her home forever almost made Nigar go back on everything she promised herself. She could not stand to see her beloved child cry, or plead with her father, or curl up to a ball under her bed, from which her sobs echoed throughout the house for several heartbreaking hours. But then, Nigar had thought of everything. She knew the girl wouldn’t take it well, she even had this entire plan about how to soften the blow of her daughter losing everything and everyone she ever knew... She should probably do the smart thing and put it in practice. After all, she couldn’t just leave without Esmanur. „The girl obviously isn’t ready to leave.“ she said to Nicolaos efendi. „But I do have some money. I can stay for a few days, untill Esmanur... Adjusts to the situation.“ „You are a fool if you think a few days would be enough...“ „I don’t need her to be happy with it, that is certainly impossible. But maybe I can make her understand, even like me a little...“   Nigar was a master on making lost young girls accept their unfortunate fate and new home. For years, it was one of the most important aspects of her job. And while she has never been so emotionally invested in them (besides the fact that most of them were teenagers rather than little kids), she would be lying if she said there was never any pity or sympathy on her part before. After all, she knew very well what it’s like to be in their place.   First, on her visit in the morning next day, she acted uncertain in front of the girl, giving her a faint hope – though she never promised anything – that maybe she didn’t need to leave if she really, really didn’t want to... Instead, Nigar asked Nicolaos efendi for her daughter to be excused from all chores for her entire stay, and took the girl for a walk around the time, asking her to point out the notable spots in town – the church, the inn, the wells, the like. When the girl wistfully noted she never had the opportunity to see the fortress of Acrocorinth in the hills around town from up close, since Nicolaos and Eirene never had the time or interest, Nigar made a spur-of-the-moment decision to make her dream come true. It was quite a long trip – about two hours just to get there – and at times she had to carry Esmanur on her shoulders, but as Nigar expected, it improved their relationship greatly. She let the girl talk her ears off with her little child complaints and observations, enjoying every little detail she learned about her. To her delight, Esmanur gradually perked up, and when they finally reached Acrocorith, she was downright extatic, wondering at the sheer size of the fortress. Nigar herself wasn’t this happy for years. Once they came back to town, they stopped at the inn where Nigar was staying, because she wanted to give the girl a gift she bought her in Istanbul – a cloth doll in little pink dress. Esmanur did own some toys, a small wooden wagon and a crudely made figure of a coachman, also made out of wood – but no actual dolls. That’s why Nigar’s gift made the girl so happy she, for the first time in her life, hugged her mother.   The next day, they had a lunch together at the inn, and then went to the beach, where Nigar watched Esmanur play with local children and answered all of her questions as best as she could. She told her she and her father were very much in love, but her father already had a wife, so when Nigar got pregnant, he found her a husband, so that he could be Esmanur’s father instead. But her new husband was a treacherous, evil man. He conspired with the enemies of Esmanur’s father in order to get Esmanur’s father killed, so he can have his power and riches – by the way, Esmanur’s father was rich and powerful... Either way, Esmanur’s father died tragically, and since she couldn’t live with this evil man, she was sent to live with her uncle, given a new name and hidden from her father’s powerful enemies. To a seven-year old, even this overly simplified version of events was quite a lot to process, but it seemed she didn’t regard it as anything more than an exciting tale and, thankfully, an adequate explanation for her mother’s absence. The question of name and religion turned out to be a bit harder – although Nigar told Esmanur her father was a muslim, and wanted her to be raised as such, in the five years without him, the girl naturally grew much more attached to Jesus than her dead father (which frankly was more of a testament to her disinterest in Ibrahim than to her interest in religion). In the end, Nigar was at least able to make her daughter accept the name Esmanur, but had to outright lie to her regarding her religion, promising her to not force islam on her. And maybe it wasn’t a lie at all; Nigar had no intention of forcing anything on her daughter, she would simply raise her into a muslim, as naturally as a tadpole grows into a frog.   The third day was the hardest; the day after that, Nigar planned on leaving, and she had to dash the hope she fostered in Esmanur. „It should be you who tells her we are going home.“ she told Nicolaos efendi. „You are almost a father to her; she will listen to you far more easily than to me.“ Nicolaos, however, didn’t take it very well. „You force me to give her up, and now you want me to explaint it to her?! No. If anything, that’s your duty, not mine. You go and face her tears – after all, you are the one who caused them, not me.“   Late in the morning, Nigar found Esmanur by the well, playing with the neighbourhood children. She stood by the well and called her daughter to her side, nervously squeezing the hem of her cloak. „Yes, mum?“ said Esmanur, eyes bright and curious. „Sweetie, there is something I must tell you.“ She dropped to Esmanur‘s level, gazing into her eyes intensely. „We had fun together, hadn’t we?“ Esmanur excitedly nodded her head. „Do you think I can be your mother now? Not just for now, but forever?“ „But... You are my mum...“ „What kind of mother would I be, if I just left you here and never came back?“ „You can’t come back?“ „Once I leave? No, sadly, that’s not possible. Istanbul is too far away, and I don’t have the money to visit you often.“ „But... I don’t want to go to Istanbul! Why do I have to leave aunt and uncle? Muuum...“ Esmanur was on the verge of tears. Nigar took her in her arms. „Esmanur, my beautiful daughter, don’t cry! I am sorry I wasn’t there for you for all these years, but now I am going to make it up to you! And one day, I promise, if you behave yourself, your uncle will come to you...“ Esmanur blinked sharply. „You... You promise?“ „Yes...“ After a short, pause, Esmanur petulantly said. „I still don’t want to go to Istanbul!“ „You can’t stay here! Your uncle wants you to be with your mother too!“ This obviously hurt the girl. „Uncle Nicolaos doesn’t want me anymore?!“ „No! Of course he would be glad if you could stay with him, but you can’t! He knows you’ll be better off living with your mother.“ „But why?!“ „Because she loves you more than anyone ever could.“ After a minute of awkward silence, Esmanur seemed somewhat sheepish. „I don’t love you.“ „Look, I understand that. You can’t remember how I sang you to sleep, how I nursed you when you were sick, how I bought you treats and would do, anything, everything for you... You were just too small when they tore you away from me. But... We can still go back. I will teach you to read and write. I will show you the greatest city on Earth, and let you meet princes and princesses. And I will love you, I will love you so much, like noone ever could... That I promise you.“ Intentionally tearing her own heart apart, she reminded herself of the moments they spent together when Esmanur was little, of all the of the times her daughter was forcibly taken from her, and of a life she would lead if she left this place without her little girl. And at this most opportune of times, she started to cry. Esmanur hugged her, moved by both her tears and words, and whispered in her ear. „Mommy... Mommy, don’t cry... I’ll go to Istanbul with you...“ Nigar gently took her head in her hands and kissed her forehead. She then wrapped her arms around her and stayed that way for a while, untill she was able to stop crying and take the girl back to Nicolaos efendi’s house.

 Nonetheless, when the time came to say goodbye to the people that loved and raised her so far, Esmanur was unable to stop crying. At the very least, she didn’t protest anymore, instead clinging to her mother for dear life as she carried her to a boat heading for Istanbul. On board, she was clearly miserable, and she even asked Nigar once whether they can’t go back. But it was too late. Despite all of her guilt, not even Nigar herself could return her to Nicolaos efendi. It was probably for the best, too, because she has never seen a child this unhappy in her entire life, and if she had the slightest option to go back on her word, she undoubtedly would.   After securing a room in an inn, Nigar’s first order of business was to visit Şah Sultan – the last person she could rely on with the exception of Nasuh Efendi, and perhaps some old friends from the palace she couldn’t find these days anyway. A lot of palace women had quite a bit to thank her to – and some of them would surely remember to be thankful, if she was ever fortunate enough to meet them again (however unlikely that was). She fostered some close friendships in Diyarbekir, too, although that was naturally far away and the last thing she wanted was to drag her child into such a remote province – besides, such a long way would probably cost her the rest of her remaining money. So calculating, she went before Şah Sultan holding her daughter’s hand.   Şah seemed surprised, but not delighted or displeased by this surprise. „Nigar! I haven’t expected you to come back so soon. And... Is this Ibrahim pasha’s daughter?“ „Yes, your majesty. Her name is Esmanur.“ She gave the girl a pointed look, at which she made a clumsy bow. This made Şah smile with delight. „What a beautiful girl! Indeed, she looks just like her mother. How old is she?“ „Five, milady.“ Şah sighed. „She was born the very year my mother, the great Ayşe Hafsa died. That year brought us such misfortune... Hopefully, Allah hadn’t let us suffer trough all of that in vain, and your daughter will bring us at least some joy. I assume you were going ask me to help you and Esmanur, correct?“ „Yes, milady. You know I would not bother you with such things if I had any other option, but sadly, there isn’t much I can do on my own.“ „Why did you put the burden of taking care of this girl on your shoulders, if you yourself had nowhere to go? Where did she live so far, anyway?“ „Majesty, it is true that in some ways, my daughter was well taken care of, but you must know I had thought about her wellbeing as well as mine when I took her from her foster parents. You see, they had her baptised, and raised as a christian.“ Şah pursed her lips together. „Well, I suppose it is indeed better that she lives with you, then. Do you or your daughter need anything?“ „No, milady, we get by for now. Me and my daughter came merely to visit, so you majesty knows we are in Istanbul, and if my services or company were needed, you would be able to call upon me.“ Şah suddenly took a wistful gaze upon the little girl. „Esmanur, my child. Was your journey long?“ Esmanur turned a confused look towards her mother. „She grew up in a Greek town, she hasn’t learn Turkish yet.“ explained Nigar. „Hopefully, her mother will teach her.“ noted Şah bitterly. „Do you have anyone in the city, someone who could help me contact you?“ „Matrakçi Nasuh efendi, milady. I plan to pay him a visit after we part.“ Şah nodded with her typical satisfied smile. „Alright, then. I must thank you for bringing a semblance of good news to this palace. Celebrations of that unfortunate wedding are upon us, starting tomorrow – have you heard?“ „People on the street can talk of nothing else. May it be a consolation to you that some are just as displeased with the news as you.“ „People on the street don’t appoint pashas, so it is in fact no consolation to me, Nigar hatun. Especially since Rüstem was named into divan recently.“ „I have heard of that as well, and it hardly surprises me. If our padişah was willing to marry his only daughter to him, he must favor him... For whatever reason.“ She made sure her last word contained just the right hint of disapproval that was noticeable, but couldn’t be perceived as disrespectful. This made Şah smile. „Indeed. For whatever reason.“ Her attention then shifted back to the girl, and she suddenly seemed somewhat dissappointed. „She looks just like you.“ „I too wished there was more of late Ibrahim pasha in her, but alas. Hopefully Huricihan and Osman resemble their father, at least.“ „Sadly, they didn’t have much luck in that department, either.“ She suddenly saw Esmanur fidgeting. „What is going on, child?“ She turned back to Nigar. „Could you ask her?“ „I think she has simply been standing for too long. Perhaps it is a sign that we should go...“ Şah hesitated only for a moment, before she told her with a smile. „Don’t worry, she can sit here.“ She pointed to the end of the left arm of the divan, relatively close to where she was sitting at the moment, but not to the point of insubordination. „And you... You tell me more about your daughter, Nigar hatun.“

#magnificent century #actually wow #this one is kinda complete? #obvi i could've made this a whole thing #with like character archs and so on #about nigar's new life in istanbul #but as a self-indulgent little piece it's fine #minette's fics

[angelfoodcake222]

Vampiric Dark Orchastral Trolls.

Do I have your attention yet? Yes? Good.

🧛🍷😈

~Think of the Classical/Orchestral trolls in Trolls: World Tour but darker, bat-like wings tipped with bony cloak clasps/appendages that clasp over their doubled/tripled-size bodys, & just as scary as you'd imagine them to be but with that vampiric/uncanny/otherworldly beauty about them.

~I'm thinking something like the Albanian variety of Trolls that bear strikingly Dhëmbpirë-like biology: pallid/pale skin, elongated/pointed/bat-like ears, discolored eyes, optionally present fangs, the whole kaboodle.

~Maybe their/her/his hair isn't like the Trolls we've come to love or hate throughout the three movies (as of writing this): where the usuals have an upright, bouncy, lively quality to them, theirs/hers/his has a flat,  traditionally "human" aesthetic that looks to be weighed down from length or as a side effect of living in the cold rocky peaks deemed home via evolutionary survival needs.

~Cold af environments = narrowed (possibly bloodshot, dilated) eyes, bright eyes [Think of Riddic] straight, extra fur/hair for heat containment, comparably sizable claws, fangs/teeth & muscles (Upper body, legs???) for swift, even uncanny climbing speeds, heightened hunting skills for their predominantly carnivorous diet, all the predatory traits of a born, bred hunter.

~I have a lot of names to pick from, though they are mostly corny &/or basic. If you have any suggestions, reblog &/or comment them, please & thank you.

Boys/Unisex

Afrim - Albanian. "Sincere & honest". 

Alban - Albanian. "white".

Altin - Turkish. "Gold". Popular among Albanian boy names.

Bujar - Albanian. "Generous/generosity". 

Burim - Albanian. "Riverhead" or "fountain". 

Dardan - Albania. "Pear".

Dren - Albanian. "Deer". Unisex.

Driton - Albanian. "Light". It is also spelled Dritan. 

Erjon - Albanian. "Our wind". Used as a given name & a surname.

Esad - Arabic. It is the Albanian form of the Arabic name Asad. "Lion".

Fatmir - Albanian. "Lucky/good fortune".

Fisnik - Albanian. "Noble/gallant". 

Gjon - English. The Albanian form of John.

Flamur - Albanian. "Flag/flag bearer".

Gezim - Albanian. "Happiness".

Kreshnik - Albanian. Comes from the Albanian word for "a knight".

Luan - Albanian. "Lion".

Roel - Germanic/Dutch. "Famous land".

Skender - Greek. Skender is an Albanian version of Alexander which means "defender of man".

Agron - The name of an Illyrian king. "so-called he who was born in the countryside" or "by the dry ground". More research is needed...

Arben - A name for citizens of Illyria. It means "brave" & is an alternative version of the name Arber. 

Ardian - From the Aridaei Illyrian tribe.

Bardhyll - "White star". The name of an Illyrian king.

Barteo - "Hill" or "furrow". Son of the farmer (???).

Cestislav - "Honor/glory".

Gaso - "Guardian of the treasure". A derivative of Casper.

Ilir - "Freedom/free". A character from Albanian mythology.

Sersah - "Worthy of reverence".

Zaco - "God remembers".

Girls/Unisex:

Afordita - Greek. Albanian version of Aphrodite. It is also used in Slavic languages, Spanish, and Portuguese.

Agnesa - Greek. It is the Albanian form of the Greek name Agnes which means "pure/chaste".

Albana - A name inspired by Albania. It means "white/fair".

Amaris - Hebrew. "child of the moon".

Aria - Italian. "Solo melody".

Bora - Turkish. "Snow".

Diellza - Albanian. "Sun".

Drita - Albanian. "Light". From the Albanian word 'drite'.

Emina - Latin. "Eminent; Trustworthy". A much-beloved name, it is popular in many Slavic countries.

Flutura - Albanian. "Butterfly".

Klea - Greek. "Glory". A version of Cleopatra.

Lindita - Albanian. "The day is born".

Lule - Albanian. "Bloom".

Manjola - Latin/Old French. "Magnolia". The name comes from French botanist Pierre Magnol.

Reina - Spanish. "Queen".

Shpresa - Albanian. "Hope".

Sumejja - Arabic/Turkish. Sumejja is the

Albanian form of Sumeyya or Sumaiya, who was the first Islamic martyr. It means "high above" or "exalted".

Tirana - Greek/Latin. "Song/Anthem" or "A city formed of solid materials, a fortress". It is also the name of the largest city & capital of Albania.

Valbona - Albanian. "the Good-valley" The name of a river in Albania.

Vetone - Albanian. "Strong warrior".

Ajola - "Genius, Good, Good Judger". A version of the Illyrian name Aiola ("Loyal, Strength/strong, Beautiful").

Ardita - "Golden" day. The feminine form of the boy name Ardit.

Cecilya - "Blind, unseeing".

Elira - "Freedom loving and compassionate". A name derived from the Illyrian tribe.

Enkeleida - "Eel People" (Much more research needed) One from the Illyrian tribe of the same name. 

Genofwica - "Fair one" or "white wave".

Gentiana - Latin. "Gentle soul", "Delicate spirit". A flower named after the last Illyrian king Gentius who discovered the plant’s healing properties. 

Tadia - "Praising God, courageous". 

Teuta - Greek. "Mistress of the people", "Queen". She was the Queen Regent of the Illyrian tribe from approximately 232- 227 BCE.

~I could think of a few more but my brain is fried on names for now.

~They/she/he probably has domestic hobbies like knitting, crochetting, doll making/repair, cobbling, singing (probably mainly vocalazations, clicks whistles, folk lullabys), dancing (be it on land or in the air), textile weaving, & cooking.

~Obviously, they/she/he plays classical instraments like the ever-popular & famous violin, piano & cello though there are other options such as the harp, viola & double bass.

~Probably proficiant at the organ, too.

That's all for now, dearies! Have a lovely day!

#trolls movie #dreamworks trolls #trolls #trolls 2 #trolls 3 #dark orchestral #prompts #writers on tumblr #just thinking #prompts needed #fanfiction writer #oc thoughts #I wrote this at that wierd limbo between late night & early morning so pardon any mistakes or grammer issues #vampire #vampire trolls #fanfic ideas

[johnbenedictanderson]

What happens, when you think to actually make an OC for My Hero Academia, but you're an hardcore fan of God Of War and Hazbin Hotel?

Well...he, happens, of course:here I present to you...John Anderson, a mysterious 17 years old and 1.76 meters tall greek guy, said to having reached Japan at the age of 6 from the island of Rhodes(the specifics, of such a travel were never truly revealed...), and for being the adopted son of Ethan Anderson, the turkish genius director of the Spabic Industries, known throughout the globe for being the main contributors for the development of International technologies.

But "John" couldn't be more different, from Sir Ethan:on the contrary of him...he does not talk at all times, but only for what he feels is necessary(that doesn't mean he's a loner who does not talk almost at all:he does, like to do that, simply not too much). He also does have a strong passion for the ancient greek-roman culture, as well as the samurai ideology, because of the Japanese nation he grew up in. Pretty conservative, compared to his old man, uh? Furthermore he is totally without any, kind of inhibitor, when it comes to talking:he is the most sincere guy someone can encounter...apart from what has happened before, his arrival on Japan. Of that...he doesn't seem to talk as much, for a reason or another that are currently not that much understood.

But let's talk about what makes him truly unique, as a person, and so as a future Pro Hero(maybe), shall we? Well, for starters...he is a pretty cultured individual, having read a lot of greek poems & memorized a lot of different recipes from his original home, as key examples and, despite his age, which is very unusual...he, at times sounds like a man in his 40-50s, for the way he talks and the numerous precautions he takes, in both talking as well as for the very movements he make use off...

He is a pretty fair individual, humble with boys and girls of his same age, but also with kids and even animals or other creatures alike of different origins, ages and other things when it is needed, not seeing any real difference, especially if someone proves him/herself to be capable in his/her own rights in a way or another, shall be it in fighting prowess or a simple problem solving, to his eyes. At the same time, though he can be severe with both villains and pro-heroes alike, and on occasions he even almost went beyond the very laws of hero society itself, to do what he deemed right, looking more like a sort of vigilante...

When it comes to his hero speciality, though...he is pretty much unmatched:for what it can be gathered...he has trained for more than 10 years in three different ways of fighting:the first is that of the ancient spartan ophlites, the second one that of the ancient roman legions and the third one that of the Edo period samurais. There also seems to be a fourth way that he does show very often when the situation gets dire, but of which he does not talk about and of which nature is unknown, but that seems fairly...brutal, in more ways than one...

But what's even more surprising...his is actual strength, in an every day situation:let's just imagine that a very, heavy steel bar falls over him. Someone else might be dead on the spot, reduced to a mere sandwich, right? Well...not John:his measured full lifting strength, in fact, without his quirk and both hands...scales to around a ton. Scary, uh? Don't worry:it gets even "worse". Why is that? Because we'll now get to talk about his quirk:

It seemed, initially that he didn't want to use this power (if not only for brief moments, to land some decisive blows), maybe because of a past trauma of sort connected to it...but after a while he eventually understood that he can't simply renounce to use it, if he intends to become a hero. And so...here we have it:the Rage Of The Warrior, an energy-based quirk that, by activating itself create a sort of yellow "fire" (despite it being merely a lightshow), which then immediately disappear and condense in its eyes, making them having a very wild appearance, allowing the user to enhance his power, as well as giving the very same resulted endurance of his body...to whatever inanimate object of his choice touches it.

In John's case...his armored suit and fighting stick. Normally armors and close-range weapons would be useless, because of the numerous quirks. But thanks to the greek energy source this problem doesn't apply itself on him. And also, thanks to his rigorous (and very vaguely explained by John himself) training regimes he doesn't feel that much the astounding pressure...of 40 kg of the entire set over his body.

The true extent of his power is never fully shown. Most times he even step back, and tries to teach to other students his way of thinking, to try and reassure them during difficult times. It is mainly for this reasons, that other trainees like Katsuki Bakugo, Shoto Todoroki & Izuku Midoriya trains to become more skilled and powerful:to prove him that he should never, hold back in fear of hurting them. That to become an hero...he needs to give his all, and especially that he should not hide anything, from them...not even his past.

For this will be the only way for...Darmekus, "the hero who oppose war", to truly shine

(Yes:the two images with John himself were made with an app, more specifically "Avatar Maker: Guys")

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There, silhouetted under and eastern star, I see my long lost blossom of shalimar You, Misirlou, Are the moon and the sun, fairest one. Old temple bells are calling across the sand. We'll find our Kismet, answering love's command. You, Misirlou, are a dream of delight in the night. To an oasis, sprinkled by stars above, Heaven will guide us, Allah will bless our love. Misirlou This article needs additional citations for verification. Please help improve this article by adding citations to reliable sources. Unsourced material may be challenged and removed. Find sources: "Misirlou" – news · newspapers · books · scholar · JSTOR (May 2012) (Learn how and when to remove this template message) "Miserlou" (instrumental) Duration: 2 minutes and 26 seconds.2:26 Performed by the Strolling Strings of the United States Air Force Band Problems playing this file? See media help. "Misirlou" (Greek: Μισιρλού  Turkish: Mısırlı 'Egyptian'  Arabic: مصر Miṣr 'Egypt'[1]) is a folk song[2] from the Eastern Mediterranean region. The original author of the song is not known, but Arabic, Greek, and Jewish musicians were playing it by the 1920s. The earliest known recording of the song is a 1927 Greek rebetiko/tsifteteli composition. There are also Arabic belly dancing, Albanian, Armenian, Serbian, Persian, Indian and Turkish versions of the song. This song was popular from the 1920s onwards in the Arab American, Armenian American and Greek American communities who settled in the United States. The song was a hit in 1946 for Jan August, an American pianist and xylophonist nicknamed "the one-man piano duet". It gained worldwide popularity through Dick Dale's 1962 American surf rock version, originally titled "Miserlou", which popularized the song in Western popular culture; Dale's version was influenced by an earlier Arabic folk version played with an oud. Various versions have since been recorded, mostly based on Dale's version, including other surf and rock versions by bands such as the Beach Boys, the Ventures, and the Trashmen, as well as international orchestral easy listening (exotica) versions by musicians such as Martin Denny and Arthur Lyman. Dale's surf rock version was heard in the 1994 film Pulp Fiction. History Name Misirlou (Μισιρλού), due to the suffix "ou", is the feminine form (in Greek[3]) of Misirlis (Μισιρλής- a surname) which comes from the Turkish word Mısırlı, which is formed by combining Mısır ("Egypt" in Turkish, borrowed from Arabic مِصر‎ Miṣr) with the Turkish -lı suffix, literally meaning "Egyptian". Therefore, the song is about an Egyptian woman. The original Turkish word Mısırlı is, however, genderless. Composition The folk song has origins in the Eastern Mediterranean region of the Ottoman Empire, but the original author of the song is not known. There is evidence that the folk song was known to Arabic musicians, Greek rebetiko musicians and Jewish klezmer musicians by the 1920s.[4] The claim in some sources that the tune derives from the song "Bint Misr" ("Egyptian Girl") written by Egyptian musician Sayed Darwish is thought to be incorrect.[5] The earliest known recording of the song was by the rebetiko musician Theodotos ("Tetos") Demetriades (Greek: Θεόδοτος ("Τέτος") Δημητριάδης) in 1927. Demetriades, an Ottoman Greek, was born in Istanbul, Ottoman Empire, in 1897, and he resided there until he moved to the United States in 1921,[6] during a period when most of the Greek speaking population fled the emerging Turkish state. It is likely that he was familiar with the song as a folk song before he moved to the United States. As with almost all early rebetika songs (a style that originated with the Harry James recorded and released "'Misirlou" in 1941 on Columbia 36390, and the song peaked at No. 22 on the U.S. chart.[8] In 1946, pianist Jan August recorded a version of the song on Diamond Records (Diamond 2009), which reached No. 7 on the Billboard Jockey charts in the U.S.[9] In 1951, Turkish-Jewish polyglot singer Darío Moreno recorded a version with lyrics sung in French. Dick Dale – "Misirlou" (1962) Duration: 31 seconds.0:31 Dick Dale's "Misirlou" (1962), a surf

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Future Baby Names:

Boys:

- [ ] Elijah Ender

Meaning:

Elijah-Yahweh is my God." Yahweh is an ancient Hebrew name for God, as is El.

Ender- Ender is a masculine Turkish given name, derived from the Arabic word Andar (اندر) meaning extremely rare.

Girls:

- [ ] Amara Divine

- [ ] Iris Irene

Meaning:

Amara -Everlasting; Grace; Immortal; To love; Bitter" Amara is a multicultural name of many origins. Known primarily in Latin to mean “everlasting,” or "bitter," Amara is also known among Igbo, Sanskrit, and Spanish speakers to mean “grace,” “immortal,” and “to love,” respectively.

Divine -Enter the given name Divine, meaning "heavenly" or "of a god." This striking name is of Latin origin and comes from the word divinus and is synonymous with something or someone heavenly and inspiring

Iris - classic name, Iris comes directly from the Greek word Iris, which means "rainbow." Iris was the name of the goddess of the rainbow, according to Greek Mythology, and was said to deliver messages to the Gods across a rainbow bridge.

Irene - Origin:Greek. Meaning:Peace. Irene is a feminine name of Greek origin that means “peace,” derived from the Greek word eirēnē of the same meaning. In Ancient Greek Mythology, Eirene is the Greek goddess of peace, who was known to be the personification of wealth and harmony.

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Arya, Orion, Zaire, and 147 Other Cool Baby Names

So you're getting ready to have a baby? Chances are you are already brainstorming meaningful baby names to make sure that your little one has the coolest name in their class. The word cool likely means very different things to very different people, yet there's something universally "cool" about picking a baby name like "Orion" or "Esme" for your child. Still for many parents, the concept of naming can be the most daunting part of preparing to have a baby, partially because a kid's first name could inform their future identity, individuality, and even personality. It's also likely that one big question festers in your mind as you scroll through endless lists of baby name ideas: "should we go traditional, or should we opt for a cool baby name so our child can stand out?" Fortunately, if you decide you want to go for something "cool," you can define what exactly "cool" means to you. Because picking any baby name can be hard, though, we've curated a list below of cool baby names to make things easier. Whether you interpret cool as popular, rare, fashionable, or having sentimental meaning in your culture, this list will meet all your naming needs. Scroll through this list for some pretty cool names for girls and cool names boys that any child will say with pride as they grow up. Many of these cool names are also unisex, so they'll match any gender of your baby. Happy name hunting! Related: 117 Unique Names For Girls That Are Both Rare and Timeless Cool Names For Boys * Ace: Latin - One; unity * Arlo: Irish and English - Between two hills * Archer: Latin - bowman * Atlas: Greek - To carry * Axel: Scandinavian - Father of peace * Beckett: English and Irish - Beehive; little brook; bee cottage * Bishop: English - Occupational name; overseer; guardian * Bowie: Scottish - Blond * Brooks: English - Of the brook * Bryant: Irish - Strong, virtuous, and honorable * Camden: Scottish - Winding valley * Chance: French - Chancellor * Colt: English - Young horse * Crew: English - Fort near a slope * Dallas: Irish - Skilled * Duke: English - Leader; English rank of nobility * Easton: English - East-facing place * Eddison: English - Son of Edith or Adam * Ellis: Welsh - Benevolent * Ender: Turkish - Very rare * Felix: Latin - Happy; fortunate * Finn: Irish - Fair * Flynn: Irish - Son of the red-haired one * Fox: English - Animal name * Greyson: English - Son of the steward * Griffin: Welsh - Strong lord * Holden: English - Hollow valley * Hugo: Latin - Mind; intellect * Jace: Hebrew - The Lord is salvation * Jagger: English - Occupational name; carter * Jax: American - God is gracious * Jett: English - Excellence; stone * Jones: English - God is gracious * Kai: Hawaiian - Sea * Kenji: Japanese - Second son * Knox: Scottish - Round hill * Leo: Latin - Lion * Lincoln: English - Town by the pool * Maverick: American - Independent; nonconformist * Max: Latin - Greatest * Miller: English - Occupational name; grinder of the grain * Orion: Greek - Constellation; hunter; mountain dweller * Orson: Latin - Bear cub * Oscar: English and Irish - God spear; deer lover; champion warrior * Otis: German - Wealthy * Peyton: English - Fighting-man's estate * Phoenix: Greek - Dark red * Pierce: English - Son of Piers * Porter: French and Latin - Carrier; gatekeeper * Remy: French and Latin - Oarsman or derived from Rheims; a city in Northeastern France * Rider: British - Horseman * Riggs: English - One from the ridge * Roman: Latin - Citizen of Rome; strong; powerful * Rowan: Scottish and Irish - Rowan tree; little redhead * Ryder: English - Messenger; cavalryman * Smith: English - Blacksmith * Tate: British - Cheerful * Thompson: English - Son of Tom * Wilder: English - Wild; passionate * Wyatt: English - Brave in war * Xavier: Basque - New house * Zaire: African - The river that swallows all rivers *… https://www.popsugar.com/family/Cool-Baby-Names-46043726?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=tumblr

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AEGIAN SEA: Four children and a woman die as 2 migrant boats sink off Greek islands [GRAPHIC]

Five people, including four children, died on Monday in two separate incidents involving migrant boats heading to Greek islands near the Turkish border. A boat carrying migrants sank near the island of Lesbos, resulting in four deaths and 18 rescues. The victims included an eight-year-old boy and three girls aged eight, 11, and 14 months. Another incident off the island of Samos involved a dinghy…

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The Island of Missing Trees by Elif Shafak

Summary: The book told us the story of two in love teenagers living in Cyprus during conflicts in 1974. The lovers - a Greek boy & a Turkish girl - were separated caused by differences of race, culture, and religions. The story alternate between two different setting.

💥SPOILER!!!💥

Review (My personal opinion): 3.5/5. Even though, lot of people review the book as love story. But I'm more convinced that the book is actually educating the readers on the conflict that happened in Cyprus. The love story were not as strong as I hope it would be.

However, I do think that Elif Shafak writing style really brings essent to the book; for example in chapters where the fig trees became the story teller to reader.

The book did bore me at the first few chapters, but as its progress I was able to comprehend the meaning that the author try to convey. hence I enjoyed it more.

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Baby names 👶 Girl Jane Jada (eng) Eurus: Greek deity, representing the unlucky eastern wind. Malala (Pakistan) Adhara Agatha Ayla: “with the moon” in Turkish Ada Adela Aleghría (Galego) Alma (esp) Bella Chaya (Jewish) Chiara (Italian): clear, pure Cora Daina ❤️ Dalia: Delos Eden (eng) Valerie (eng) Ruby (eng) Ameerah: princess in Arabic Sophie Lilka (Jewish) Vera Yara Gaia: Mother Earth Layla: means “night” in Arabic Nida: spiritual sky in Arabic Lilith: in Jewish tradition, she was Adam’s first wife, sent out of Eden and replaced by Eve because she would not submit to him. The offspring of Adam and Lilith were the evil spirits of the world. Boy Aleix Airas (Galego) Amaro (Galego) Anwar Aron Bruno Blai Brais (Galego) Eagan Elliott Gabriel // Biel Marco Luca James John Jacob Thomas Malik Novak Ibrahim Isaac (Jewish) Erich Egon Leo Tuvia Zus (Jewish) Asael Zion (Jewish) Taygan (Turkish)

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Turks Do It Better

It all began when the gorgeous Sehrazat married Ahmet, son of a well-off family, and gave birth to a baby boy – paying no heed to her family’s stern objections. But after Ahmet’s death in a car crash, Sehrazat embarked on a struggle for survival, together with her leukemia-suffering baby boy. The good news is that a compatible donor has already been found in Azerbaijan, and the bad news is that Sehrazat has to raise $200,000 to cover her son’s medical bills. Since last summer, almost half of Greeks are in agony over Sehrazat’s fate and the Turkish TV series Binbir Gece (“Thousand and One Nights”) is taking TV ratings by storm. Which is the secret of its success? Is it the riches and utter opulence (which make Yangos Drakos’ affluence seem pale by comparison)? Is it the original soundtrack (most Greek TV series make do with the soundtracks of the movies The Hours and Requiem for a Dream)? Or is it the fact that we are suckers for anything that seems exotic and unfathomable – like, say, the way that the unsophisticated and discretely brutal Onur pronounces “Sehrazat”? It is exotic and unfathomable, and at the same time strangely familiar. In a time when most Greek TV series borrow and rehash more and more elements of the American culture and way of life, Turkish TV series make a point of showcasing their local “reality”, which is not that far off from ours. We often meet the cuisine, the décor, the customs and the way of life of modern Turks, and we find that our way of life definitely shares more similarities with the Turkish way of life than it does with the New Yorkers’ way of life. Could it be because subconsciously we find it easier to identify with a mythology resembling ours? And speaking of mythology, I noticed that the trailer for the Turkish TV series Kismet, which premiered in Greece shortly after Binbir Gece and shortly before Gümüş (“Silver”), mentions “Lamia, the girl that will change everything”!* Could it be a coincidence?

*The name Lamia (from Laimos) means devouring. In the Greek myth, she was once a beautiful Libyan queen who fell in love with Zeus and bore his offspring, which were jealously murdered by Hera. Ever since that time, the grief-stricken Lamia, now reduced to ugliness, has been enviously stealing the children of others.

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