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Always in this Twilight
Galadriel/Sauron fanfiction, posted by yours truly on AO3
In brief: You know what would make it easier for Sauron to get Galadriel to marry I mean fall in love I mean forgive him?¨
Amnesia. Convenient amnesia.
And lo, this fic was born.
Official summary:
Not everyone is a fan of elves in Numenor. In fact, there are quite few who aren't. And Galadriel does not endear herself to many, or make herself easy to like.
An attack leaves Galadriel without her memories, vulnerable to outside influence and possible victim to further attacks. Halbrand steps in.
Maybe he can gain forgiveness, can even reveal and admit his past to someone who cannot remember how terrible he had been, what he wrought to the world. And perhaps this version of Galadriel can care about him, his true self, without their history counting against him? Perhaps, Galadriel can even join his side, alone and unaware as she is without her memory and lacking the support of those who love her?
Halbrand aims to find out. Before they get back to Middle-Earth. And before Galadriel gains back her memories.
On her part, Galadriel struggles with losing her memory, with overcoming the effects of being attacked, of being a victim. The aid her good friend Halbrand gives her is invaluable. And all she wants is to prove to herself and everyone else is that she is capable of protecting herself, that she is fierce and powerful elven warrior who will not be struck down by single defeat in battle.
Chapters: 3/?? | Word count: 16,065 | Rating: M (but will be going up)
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(Série) – Xew Xew – Saison 1 – Épisode 29 – Bande-annonce.
Ibrahima FAYE
23 févr. 2024 à 16:06
La série XEW XEW nous plonge dans le monde des festivités au Sénégal. Qu’il s’agisse d’un évènement religieux ou mondain, les sénégalais ne ratent jamais l’occasion de verser dans l’ostentation.
S’afficher devant leurs semblables comme des gens à l’abri du besoin alors qu’il n’en est rien, un exercice prisé de nos jours. Le statut social, importe peu, les Xew…
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Yaw va nexwaşîya.. min tehm kî ji vê xewa xwe nedî yaw
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Dilo rabe dilo rabe
Weke çavan ku êvar e
Nezan û bes di xew de be
Bi nimêj ra me be yar e.
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Yüreğim uyan yüreğim uyan
Gözlerdeki gece gibi
Cahil ve uykuda kalma
Namazda bizimle yar ol.
(Feqîyê Teyran)
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Our Hands Together
Pairings: Male Yautja/reader
Summary: Together, off in the universe, you and your yautja lover stop at a space port. Vic'tao is a massive, towering male but he's not one to hurt you. You make a small notion of that.
Word count: 1755
Note: Here's another random story from a writing prompts. If you guys enjoy these, I'm open to ideas. I like writing for these guys. It's fun!
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Aliens bustled around the two of you. The market was a bit quieter than usual, when you’re alone. With the burly, bulky, and grumpy alien striding next to you, everything changed. Many know not to mess with him, let alone his kind. Everyone gave a wide berth at his passing figure. They didn’t dare cross his path, or yours. Not unless they wanted a threatening snarl thrown at them. That alone made any sane creature beat it.
Not you. You understood he would never hurt you, unless you called for it; with humans words specifically. There were a few scars that decorated your body because of him. All that were wanted. He also wanted you to show them off, especially around his hunt brothers.
Gout-ti, Xew, Iopu’tor, and Rhi’v have come around and accepted you. The others… let just say, it’ll take a lot longer for them to warm up to you. Nothing was easy now, but a challenge you liked to enjoy. It’s much different compared to earth. The pace and dangers. You liked it better out here then stuck at home or work. This was your life now.
The two of you continued to travel down the crowded pathway. Vic’tao walked with pride in his every step, head held up high and shoulders square. The perfect image of a Yautja in his prime. And that, he ensure you knew at every open opportunity. A smirk graced your lips at the thought. A big upgrade compared to earth, again.
Some alien chittered to you in their own native language. The others around them tried to hush them as quick as possible, but it was too late. Few aliens actually don’t know what or who the Yautja are. “You’re strange looking. What are you?” The translator behind your ear, underneath skin, was quick to do its job.
Their words made you stop. You usually wouldn’t pay them a lick of attention when you’re alone. But in front of your alien hubby, you won’t let it slide. Similar to him, you liked to act strong around him. Showing off the muscles and strength he helped build over time.
Your head turned calculated over to the group. The ones around them had put their heads down or found something more interesting.
Everyone in the vicinity also turned to watch this whole seen unravel before them.
Vic’tao was right behind you, not stepping in just yet. His heat kissed your back softly. He knew you could handle yourself. He, also, knew you hated when he would intervene when help wasn’t needed or called for.
“Human. I’m from the planet called earth, in the milky way system. Or, more well known as 429 system,” you responded with a light tone. At this point, you couldn’t tell if this alien had bad intentions about what you were. This was test.
One grey alien to their right nudged them then spoke softly. The words far too quiet for your translator to pick up. You felt Vic’tao tense up behind you. Your hand touched his rougher side, feeling the cloth that hung from his waist. It took him a moment to settle. Then, he placed one of his own massive hands on your shoulder. Reassurance.
Their buddy must have gotten it through their head who and what Vic was. Someone you don’t mess with. They profusely bowed their head and put their four arms out in front of them. “Sorry, sorry, sorry. I didn’t know. Please accept. Sorry,” they sprouted out nonsense.
That’s one of the things you don’t like when Vic comes with you or you went out with Vic in public. You simply raised a brow. “Everything’s good. Don’t mind him. He has no reason to hurt you.” Suddenly, you spotted a book in German on their table. Reading was one of your most favorable past times.
You rushed over to the table and picked it up. Two years of German and self-learning taught you to understand the language. Not completely fluent, but enough to keep a conversation. “How much for this book?” you questioned excited. Vic has a scheduled mission coming up. The time before would be spent mostly with him in your home back on Yautja Prime. Afterwards, you needed something to keep you busy.
They slowly raised their head, three eyes staring fearfully at you. “Free. You can have it!” the alien stated and carefully put their arms down. You shook your head.
“No, please tell me.” There was no answer from them. “Just tell me how much, please,” you requested again. Your honesty was something Vic loved about you. It was an honorable thing to be honest in life, even in the face of temptation.
Finally, the unknown alien softly stated the price, a little low for your taste. To help with that, you added a hundred more credits to it. That was about twenty in US dollars if your math was correct.
Now, with your book in hand. You turned back around and strolled over to Vic. The hunter tilted his head down to stare at you. It would be difficult to leave you once more after that little show. He knows he picked a mighty fine mate to be with until the end of his days.
The pair began down the pathway once more. Everyone’s eyes that had been on you were quick to turn away when you two started to move.
This time around, you slipped your hand in his and squeezed. Vic returned with a gentleness that’s not usually seen with him. Not out in public. This is as much as you could get out of him when there’s this many people around. This included his own species. He told you why and come to understand and respect that wholeheartedly. He, in return, knows you like a little contact, reassurance. So, he allows hand holding or his hand on your shoulder.
Vic comes to a stop in front of a vendor you two were friendly with. Jekor stood with her usual grumpy face, an arm missing, and nasty scar running over her chest.
At the sight of you two, her hardened façade cracked. “Look, it’s mah favorite two gun-lops!” That last word doesn’t translate doesn’t into English but you take it lighthearted. You knew she meant no true harm to you or Vic.
“Jekor, how have you been?” Vic greeted and slapped a might hand on her shoulder. His other still holding yours. You held onto your book as you stared up at the taller aliens before you. A bright smile on your face.
Mentioned alien rolled her eyes. “Tryin’ and goin’. Na one has an eye for the goodies anymore. Bu’ I know wha’ yer here for Vicy. Don’ worry youngster, I have safe and sound,” she said and turned away from you guys. Underneath Vic’tao’s mask, you knew he rolled orange eyes at her. Jekor was a character and a half to be around. You learned the hard way after a drink with her. Don’t drink hard stuff out here, you’ll end up somewhere thought to be impossible. Don’t ask.
That comment Jekor made you laugh. Vic’tao, in your eyes, was far from a youngster. When it came to the lean alien before you though, she was ancient, older than even the ancients back on Yautja Prime. Yet, she barely looked a day over thirty in human years. You wanted to know her secrets.
“I would hope so, Jek. I paid extra,” Vic fell into a teasing tone with her. Jekor swiped something from underneath the table and handed a box to him. You didn’t know what it was yet. Your partner deflected what is was. In time, you dropped it. You trusted Vic. “And that’s where you did it? You think that’s safe?”
Jekor rolled her eyes and rested a fist on her hip. “It’s in yer hands, ain’t it?” She had a point. Plus, similar to the Yautja, people don’t like to mess the Yarreki. There aren’t many left but they are strong and vicious.
Vic’tao huffed but knew she was right. “Yes, it is. Thank you, Jek. See you around.” With that, your little duo started the journey back to the ship he has. Your hand still encased in his. The sight made you smile.
For such a large and dangerous alien, he was so sweet and gentle with you. Most mornings, he’ll have your favorite coffee already brewing. Sometimes the reason you woke. When the days got rough, he would drop everything for you and help you through the troubles. It was the same with him.
These Yautjas may seem tough and nearly unbreakable on the outside, but they were similar to humans. Mental illnesses do run through their kind, more than you would think on the outside. Vic has his days where he breaks down. He needs someone. That someone is you. You drop everything, even in front of the elders and ancients, and run to your lover. You’re always there for him, off planet or not.
You playfully knock into his side then rested your head against his arm. The warmth easily seemed into your bones. He was truly a powerhouse for warmth. The best for when you’re on planets like this, where a jacket is necessary. Plus, space is cold.
“What is it, my mate?” he questioned and squeezed your hand. That draws your attention down.
A strange thought comes to mind. Before you could truly think, the words are already passing your lips. “I like the way my hand fits in yours.” His engulfed yours. The claws that tipped each end were sharp enough to kill you with one swipe. But he would never do that. The scene was sweet and perfect in your eyes.
Vic clicked his laugh and shook his head, short tresses smacking against one another. “You, my mate, are very strange.”
“But you love me!” you stated and bumped your hip into him. Love shined in your eyes.
“I show you my weakness and lay bare for you.” In short terms, that meant ‘I love you’ in their language. Those simple three words don’t mean much to them. Unless it was coming from you, then Vic knew it meant the same to his.
Unfortunately, with the crowds still around your pair, there was no chance to give him a kiss, quick or not. Making Vic uncomfortable was the last thing you wanted to do. Words were enough in the moment.
They didn’t mean as much as actions though.
#yautja#yautja writings#predator#alien vs predator#yautja x reader#got this from a writing prompt#another writing prompt#male yautja#vic'tao
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Slidc the tray across the glass top. Xew pants lack cuffs and pockets. Try to trace the fine lines of the painting. A gem in the rough needs work to polish. He sent the figs, but kept the ripe cherries. The weight. of the package was seen on the high scale. Cap the jar with a tight brass cover. Lift the square stone over the fence.
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Woaw hello hi it is I, Xew, trying my luck on Tumblr to reach a bigger audience eventually.
So have a drawing of Niela, one of my OC, from my universe in development.
#artwork#art#digital art#digital illustration#digital drawing#digital artist#fine line#micron pens#ibispaintx#ibispaint art#ibispaintdrawing#traditional art#traditional drawing#traditional illustration#traditional sketch#french artist#original character#oc#original character art
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San Isidro
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Madrid (~1948) — Agustín Lara (1897-1970).
Aunque hay fuentes que afirman que realmente pertenece a Rafael Oropeso, compositor español nacido en 1893 y fallecido en México en 1944, y que tuvo que venderle la pieza a Agustín Lara (sobre todo la teoría se origina porque este último, nacido en México, no había puesto un pie en Madrid y había algunas líneas que no cuadraban, como lo de «pedazo de la España en que nací» o algunas expresiones típicas). No está confirmado ni desmentido, pero yo lo dejo por aquí.
Como una última curiosidad, el chotis fue estrenado en 1948 en la emisora mexicana XEW-AM con la voz de la cantante mexicana Esmeralda (conocida como «La Versátil Esmeralda»).
Cuando llegues a Madrid, chulona mía
voy a hacerte emperatriz de Lavapiés;
y alfombrarte con claveles la Gran Vía,
y a bañarte con vinillo de Jerez.
En Chicote, un agasajo postinero
con la crema de la intelectualidad
y la gracia de un piropo retrechero
más castizo que la calle de Alcalá.
Madrid, Madrid, Madrid,
pedazo de la España en que nací
por algo te hizo Dios
la cuna del requiebro y del chotis.
Madrid, Madrid, Madrid,
en México se piensa mucho en ti
por el sabor que tienen tus verbenas
por tantas cosas buenas
que soñamos desde aquí;
y vas a ver lo que es canela fina
y armar la tremolina
cuando llegues a Madrid
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Incident
Younger Dynasty: *Walks with Drayton's Axew* Big brother!! Dray, I don't wanna play hide and seek anymore!!
Axew: *Looks around* ax, ax, xew, xew!!
Younger Dynasty: *Perks up*
Drifblim: *Floats down, staring at Dynasty*
Axew: *Flinches, tugging on Dynasty's leg* Ax, ax!!
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Younger Drayton: *Pushes bushes apart, then runs off, his eyes wide* DYNA!!
???: DRAYTON!
Younger Drayton: *Freezes at the sight of his fainted Axew, and looks up*
Drifblim: *Floats away with Dynasty*
Younger Dynasty: DRAYTON!!!
Younger Drayton: *Looks around his eyes wide, Axew in his arms* S-Someone! My sister! SOMEONE HELP DYNASTY!!
???: HAXORUS!!
Haxorus: *Charges past Drayton and leaps up, reaching for Dynasty*
Dynasty: *Screams and closes her eyes*
Haxorus: *Grabs Dynasty, ramming his head into Drifblim's*
Haxorus: *Lands in front of Drayton, handing Dynasty to him*
Drayden: *Hurries over* You two alright
Younger Drayton: ..stronger...for her...
Drayden: Drayton?
Younger Drayton: *Hugs Dynasty* I couldn't help my sister, all I could do is yell for help, so I need to get stronger in order to keep her safe...
Drayden: *Kneels down* The strongest people are at times the ones who have someone to protect, but don't go overboard with it Drayton...
Younger Drayton: *Nods, looking up at him* I'll get strong enough just to make sure she's safe...
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Drayton: *Walks onto the field*
Dynasty: *Cheers, Axew on her head* GO BIG BROTHER!!
Drayton: *Stretches then tosses a ball forward* I never take it easy on my opponents, but since you bullied my younger sister, I'll go full force on you
Haxorus: *Pops out and lands*
Drayton: *Stares at the student* I'll beat you with just Haxorus...
Dynasty: GO DRAY!! YOU CAN DO IT TOO, HAXORUS!!
Axew: *Beams*
Haxorus: *Smiles at Dynasty and nods* Haxa!!
Drayton: Keep a close eye Dyna!
Dynasty: I WILL! GO, GO, GO BIG BROTHER! GO HAXORUS!!
Drayton: So let's get started!
Haxorus: *Roars, showing off for Dynasty and Axew* Hax!
#pokemon oc#pokemon original character#pokemon#drayton pokemon#pokemon dlc#pokemon gen 9#pokemon indigo disk#pokemon scarlet violet#pokemon scarvi#pokemon scarvio#pokemon scvi#pokemon scarlet and violet#pokemon scarlett#pokemon scarlet#pokemon sv#pokemon sv dlc#pkmn#drayton#elite four drayton#drayden pokemon#drayden#haxorus#axew
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Ba, ezman, erd, stêrk, roj, ewr , baran, derd, kul, dawet, evîn, dayik, zarok, ken, girî, heval, rext, stran, xew, tarî, bahar, av, çiya, gelî, çem, hêjîr, berû, çav, dev, por, evîn, dayik, xwîşk, bira, gund, heval, zozan, dinya, evîn, hêvî, dinya, evîn, dayik, hêvî, dinya, hêvî evîn..
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Ne şiv u şevın ne xew u xwarın disa tu keti biryamin min birya te kırye.
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It is my friend's birthday today.
Wish them a happy birthday even though you don't know them and they can't see these messages
If your wondering who exactly to wish a happy birthday just insert XEW for the name lol
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dîsa xew çû
ji nav nivînên xewgehê revî
li nav mîtaleyên xewrevîn
li nav rûpela dîroka sexte û rizî
li sûr û kelehên bajerên jibîrbûyî digerim
ne gotineki giran
ne qêrînên lal
ne bi şewata xwe dikarim
agirê nava xwe hênik bikim...
Hêvî....
Rojbaş 🍁
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xew û mirin bira ne.
der Tod und der Schlaf sind Brüder.
#liebe#deutsches zitat#zitat#zitate#loyalty#deutschland#deutschrap#loyalität#unloyal#god#kurdisch#eltern#zeit#culture#eigenes#er#leben#mama#papa#englisch
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Primera Transmisión de TV a color…en México.
México, tiene, ha tenido y tendrá mentes brillantes, personas que rompen con barreras de diferente tipo, y que dejan su huella, en muchos casos, con ideas que persiguen mejorar la calidad de vida de los mexicanos, hoy nombramos a Guillermo González Camarena.
Guillermo González Camarena nace el 17 de febrero de 1917 en Guadalajara, se dice que desde pequeño se entretenía fabricando juguetes que se movían con electricidad, tanto que, con solo 7 años inventó una planta de luz y logró encender un foco para cada uno de sus hermanos, a los 8 años construye su primer radiotransmisor, a los 12 años su primer radio de aficionado… bueno pues que era genio.
Su famila tuvo que mudarse a la ciudad de México, algún momento de 1940, González Camarena hizo migas con Emilio Azcárraga Vidaurreta, comienza a trabajar en la XEW ahí se dan cuenta que algo sabía el chavo, lo nombraron jefe de operaciones de esa emisora y de la XEQ.
Logró el apoyo para fundar los Laboratorios GonCam, en donde mejora sus inventos con la intención de masificar la TV en México.
El 21 de enero de 1963, se realiza la transmisión de una serie de televisión llamada “Paraíso Infantil”, a través de la frecuencia XHGC del Canal 5 del Sistema de Telesistema Mexicano, siendo ésta la primera transmisión a color en México (Aunque, la primeritita trasmisión, fue en 1938, en su casa, en la colonia Juárez). Este canal había sido fundado por Camarena en 1952 en la Ciudad de México, con la noble intención de alfabetizar a la gente, es por esta idea, de que la televisión podía tener una utilidad educadora que, Camarena, solicitó la creación del canal 5, el cual era especialmente para niños, y, como se puede adivinar, las últimas letras de XHGC corresponden a sus apellidos González Camarena. Impulsó un proyecto junto con la Secretaría de Educación Pública (SEP) en que, a través de la TV a color, se impartirían clases, este proyecto, con el tiempo, se consolidaría como el Sistema de Educación de Telesecundaria.
Es cierto que la idea no fue, digamos, original, podemos mencionar algunos antecedentes; durante la II Guerra Mundial, John Baird, trabajó en una TV a color, para agosto de 1942, realizó la primera demostración pública de un tubo electrónico en color que llamó “Telechrome”.
#MemoriaPistola #guillermogonzalezcamarena #TVaColor #XHGC #Canal5 #genio #geniosmexico #df #inventor #arte #México #leyendas #ilustracion #PuebloBueno #mashup #illustration #historiademexico #historias #ilustraciones #personajes #personajeshistoricos #digitalillustration #illustrator #art #caricaturadigital #culturamexiana
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