#Danube Dragons

[sintarija]

🌿The dragon from Kopački rit🌿

Finally managed to finish this painting. It was a challenging, but rewarding experience and had a lot of fun making it. 😊

It is inspired by Croatias nature park Kopački rit, which is a protected swamp area near the Danube river. Since swamp habitats are endangered by numerous elements, a lot of the plants and animals that reside in them are also under threat.

If you're near the north-east border of Croatia, Kopački rit is definitely worth visiting!

#croatia #kopački rit #kopacki rit #swamp #serpent #dragon #fantasy #animal #animals #forest #nature #art #digital art #my art #artists on tumblr

[budapestbug]

The Fisherman’s Bastion is, in all likelihood, one of the most visited attractions in Budapest. This is the place where locals and tourists come to enjoy the city views. But what is the history of Halaszbastya? Why is the bastion so decorative rather than defensive as bastions are? First let’s see the quick facts in the short history, and then the extended version for those who want to learn more. The Fisherman's Bastion was built between 1895 and 1902 as part of the series of developments that were to celebrate the 1000th birthday of the Hungarian state. Consequently, the Bastion was inspired by the architectural style of the early medieval times (Neo-Romanesque) approx. the year 1000, when the first Hungarian king started his rule. What is more, the 7 towers of the Halaszbastya features the 7 Hungarian chieftains who had led their tribes to the present day Hungary to settle down in 895, and the Statue of St Stephen (1906), the first Hungarian king (1000-1038). In short, it is a historical monument for the millennial Hungary. The architect of the Halaszbastya is Frigyes Schulek, who also restored and redesigned the Matthias Church (Church of Our Lady). The construction of the Fisherman’s Bastion is intertwined with the restoration of the church: its historical architectural style was also picked to suit the church redesigned in a later medieval style (Neo-Gothic). The T shaped Bastion arrangement was to embrace the church while enhancing its beauty, and also to connect the Castle hilltop with the Danube side settlement, Fishtown aka Watertown. The bastion was built as a viewing terrace with lookout towers on the base of a stretch of the castle walls (from the 17-18th century, built after the Buda Castle Siege). Rather than building sturdy thick stone walls, the intention was to present the locals with a communal panorama terrace, as the Buda Castle was no longer considered to be a military place. The romantic notion was to recall the old times, so Halaszbastya is often likened to a castle prop, which does not feel real. It was meant to be like a fairy tale, feel like history rather than be history. The ceremonial, wide stairs leading up to the Fishermen’s Bastion provide a dramatic entrance to the Castle Hill attractions and to the views of the Pest side sights. The stairway features further historical statues, from bottom to top: the Statue of John Hunyadi, the statue of St George Piercing the Dragon (the replica of the 15th century statue in Prague made by medieval Hungarian masters, the Kolozsvari Brothers), and the 10th century soldiers guarding the gate (at the top of the stairs, under the arch). The Bastion was damaged in WW2, but soon restored by the son of the architect. By the 1980s, the walls of the Bastion became grey due to the household fumes, and urban air pollution. Also, many of the statues were in neglect (losing limbs, crumbling face, etc.). Thank to the Castle District municipality – urging the state and the capital to contribute to the enormous restoration costs – Halaszbastya is fully restored now.

[nyx91]

Do you have a favorite song at the moment?

If we're going by artists

'New Perspective' by Panic! at the Disco

If we're going general

'Stayed gone' from Hazbin Hotel 🤣💜💜

You?

Edit in the undercut

Ps. Some of my past favourite songs have been

Tears don't fall & 4 Words To Choke Upon by Bullet for my Valentine

Animals by Nickelback

I Almost Told You That I Loved You by Papa Roach

November Rain by Guns n Roses

TNT by AC/DC

The Unforgiven by Metallica

Davidian by Machine head

All Or Nothing by Theory of a Deadman

Swing Life Away by Rise against

Famous Last Words by My Chemical Romance

Black Betty by Spiderbait

Stricken by Disturbed

Twisted Transistor by Korn

I'm Broken by Pantera

Sixpounder by Children of Bodom

Pure Hatred by Chimaira

Holiday by Green Day

Waidmanns Heil by Rammstein

Uprising by Muse

96 Quite Bitter Beings by CKY

Paradise By The Dashboard Light by Meatloaf

Second Waltz by Dmitri Shostakovich (but performed in Cello by Hauser)

The Blue Danube by Johann Strauss II

Fur Elise & Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven

Flight Of The Bumblebee by Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov

Eine Kleine Nachtmusik by Mozart

Hall Of The Mountain King by Edvard Grieg

Experience by Einaudi

Golden Hour by JVKE

Shape Of You by Ed Sheeran

Love Story by Taylor Swift

Thunder by Imagine Dragon's

Buttons by Pussycat Dolls

Temperature by Sean Paul

I'm very everywhere with music, I could share all day but I'll stop here lol, I'm a very musical soul (and incredibly tone deaf 🤣🤣🤣💜)

@nox-ceur so sorry I went overboard with an edit 🤣🤣🤣💜💜💜

PPS.. I'm very versatile with music and love all types, if I like it I like it, I have a main classic rock background, (AC/DC/ Prodigy/Pink Floyd etc) my dad's influence (he was once a biker 😂) but I have a love of Tina Turner (my mums) influence growing up, I like heavier stuff too, my first introduction being Hand of Blood by Bullet, but I've discovered most myself, I love classical music too and even heavier stuff like Children of Bodom and everything in-between mostly, if a song bores then it bores me, if I don't like it I don't like it as simple as that, I'm not a snob about type or artist, I give everything a fair chance and if I don't like it it's just my personal reaction and taste, I never snub music because of genre or artist 💜

Like I said I can talk all day and names tonnes of music and songs I listen to power ballads, pop, punk, rock, dnb, metal, classical, and anything I forgot because it's 3:18 am 😂😂💜

[melissa-titanium]

i think tasreradians never stopping gorwing would make sense. bcos of danube's dad having unlimited space to himself and being effectively immortal. i dont think i gave ny of my dragons a set age . all i know is that rocs live thousands of years, kobs live several hundred but can live longer if they maintain themselves well, and i think otrovani have the lowest lifespan, lasting like. 200 years at MOST. tasrerads can just endlessly grow if given enough space and time, which is why danube's dad was like fucking HUGE . also i think mel's voice claim needs to be revamped HE HAS SO MANY FUCKI NG VOICE CLAIMS but the more i listen to dagur the deranged's voice thw more im like. oh my god . also i wonder if i coupd gaslight people into thinking my headworld is an actual piece of media

#mel roars

[thepayloadisgay]

re-wired

Shimadacest / Genzo

M (so far)

Ch 1/??

Tags (so far): canon divergence, angst and feels, omnics, implied alcoholism, masturbation

Hanzo's found himself in Budapest, one of the few places in the world where omnics and humans co-exist in something like normality. And maybe it's like a home now. Worth seeping off these bones as he tries to form the word exist, to live. Dodging, picking off assassins, deafening himself to the news of his clan. Maybe ignorance is bliss. Different names smother Hanzo, numbers his age. But he still knows what he sees when he looks in the mirror. You're not here. Rumblings in the world of omnics start to break the seams of not just Budapest, but Europe, the world. New faces, new names. And then for Hanzo, he can't quite shift this shadow he's sure is an assassin. Why is he taking so long? Why won't he just take the hit and kill him? Maybe it's a fantasy, and he's dreaming demise again. Maybe.

Read below the cut, or on AO3 here. Enjoy!!

He’d been here too long, it was almost home.

But home was nothing, now.

A hollow word in passing, part of a goodbye when leaving behind another face Hanzo will never see again, won’t remember. For those he will, home isn’t a word for them. Even if it’s false.

Strangers are the comfort, familiarity not.

Had anything ever really changed?

The Danube flows beneath. A mirror of colour. Rippling neons, stars almost lost. Forgotten. The colours mush as a tour boat splits the water two, music and laughter pounding the surface, echoing under the bridge where Hanzo stands, forearms bare. Cold on stone, still and sore.

It was sunset when he stopped here, bag of groceries tucked between feet, sparse with too many things he’d forgotten, denied.

It’s night now as he watches the Danube, the burst of people along its banks, tourists spilling onto boats, into restaurants, out of Buda and back into Pest, the roads rumbling as the bars open wide, the clubs dialled to ten.

He moved between the sides of the Danube, never staying with the same four walls too long. From the cobbled streets, high hills near the castle in a cramped room, barely space to stretch; the old communist blocks by the blistered edges, structured, rigid, peace. To the noise, vibrant colliding culture of the centre at the crown of the Andrássy Avenue, woken at dawn by the bells of the basilica.

Just another place bruised in his penance, a witness to his shame.

One day there won’t be anywhere left that won’t know.

Where will he go then?

His watch buzzes midnight, a reminder of routine. To ground. But right now, all it reminds him is that he can’t feel his arms, numb and cold, still stuck to stone as he listens to the water, wondering what it feels like below.

——

The longest he’d been in one place for months. A hostel off of Múzeum körút. Behind a heavy wrought iron gate between a second hand bookstore, and another. Down an alley, path uneven, pages of an old book torn, scattered, its spine split in the gutter.

Hanzo inputs the code, eyes away, long hair a mask from the cameras above, behind, probably below. Ritual more than anything. His face is already all over this city, continent, to those that cared.

Through a doorway painted blue, carvings dying gold. Top floor, but (nearly) always the stairs. Winding and wide. Patterned stone, wrought iron rails in beauty shaped like the tails of his dragons, the arc of his bow.

First two floors the bookstore. The rest are homes, rooms and flats for the hostel, a hotel he knows is half something else. Some of the flats are empty. One abandoned part-way through refurbishment. One destroyed, boarded off (panels placed back carefully every time by each visitor. He’s not the only one). There’s another that one of the residents simply said “nem” when she first saw Hanzo look at its locked door, scratched symbols, words, too many unintelligible in several languages.

So he listened.

As always at this time, she was leaning out of one of the windows on floor four, throwing seed to the pigeons below, the courtyard a cacophony of their coos.

“Late,” she says, heavy accent. Fall of brown hair braided, striped grey. One green eye, the other blind.

Hanzo pulls out a bag of seed, one of two, and hands it to her outstretched palm. “Took a walk,” he says back in slow Hungarian. Everytime he attempts the language, he can see her smile something. He doesn’t know if it's mockery, amusement, or appreciation.

“Take a walk after, next time.”

“Hm.”

He watches her sit back on the stool at the window, cross her legs and scatter a handful of seeds to below.

“Not much.” Hanzo listens, Hanzo watches. “Maria took the kids for the weekend. Jan is leaving for holiday in the morning. Six days. Stephan’s working an extra shift tonight. Looked like he hadn’t slept since the last. Two new guests at the hostel. One’s an omnic.”

“Short term?”

She shrugs. “Omnic five days. The other just a night. But wants to keep it open if needed.”

Hanzo writes to memory everything she says, hearing the gears, wheels of the lift click into motion as it descends down to ground.

“Hotel is come and go as always.”

“How many?”

“Lots. You want a tally? That’s extra.”

Hanzo frowns, a look near lost beneath the heavy fall of his hair.

“Anyone look-”

“Suspicious? Yes. Out of place? No.”

The lift stops, opening at ground.

“Anything else?” he asks, picking his bag from between his feet.

“I left some cabbage rolls in your fridge.”

The lift starts to ascend, and Hanzo tightens the grip on his bag. “Thank you,” he stutters, taking the last flights of steps two at a time.

——

Two old keys unlock the old heavy door. Hanzo pays extra to service the small flat himself, but Mariann owns the hostel, and does what she does after the trust of bird seed and her alarm at the contents of his grocery shopping.

It’s split into kitchen and room with a divider. Old, ornate, teakwood. Some of the design weathered from touch, time. But she never ventures past the three cabinets that make the kitchen. Rarely the fridge.

Shoes off, he sets the bag on the counter. Bare. Empties it quick, pushing the bag of seed to the side for later. Bread, away. Eggs. Fruit. More lentils. Alcohol. Chocolate.

He opens the fridge, the only light in the room. Some condiments. Expired milk replaced with fresh. And a note, stuck to the top of the tupperware of cabbage rolls. Mariann’s scrawl.

Tilly’s got another job for you. 10am. Nehru part.

He closes the door. Darkness, again.

Tapping his watch (1:33am), he sets the reminder alongside his regular alarm for dawn, sheds his coat, takes a banana, slice of bread, bottle of alcohol to bed and nothing.

(but there’s always a pause before the small wooden sparrow he’d carved in Bali, years, years ago. always perched beside a blunted shard of sword, something green. sometimes he reaches out to touch the sparrow

but he can’t

can’t)

——

“Again!”

Genji taps his arm, excited, as he begs Hanzo to show him the trick with the sword, the coin, Hanzo’s patience wearing thin as his younger brother tugs on his sleeve, clambering for attention-

“Here again?”

Genji slides a glass over wood, the bartop sticky, a mosaic of his brother’s prints, wondering how many others overlap, smudging away Hanzo’s, gnawing at the Genji he knows, becoming the Genji they do-

“Again?”

Desperation, Hanzo’s hand slams to the wall beside his brother’s head, hair shorter, greener. Smells sweet and he inhales. Anticipation in Genji’s eyes as he looks up-

“Again-”

A beg, as he pulls Hanzo’s blade further to his chest. Another to his gut. Spread and wept and a maw of no return. Hanzo wants to look up. He hears a smile, but he’d see nothing but desecration. Hears beauty, loves pain. Licks blood, kisses the grave-

——

Hanzo snaps awake, a fist of sheets in his palm, dented with his nails, near torn. Back damp with sweat, hair awry, stuck to skin and sheets, lining the wave of his dragon.

He runs a hand through his hair, staring at the other side of the bed expecting blood and brutal. (maybe a desperation that it might be you there, whole and love, just for me) Two pillows. Untouched. Empty.

Checks his hands.

Reaches out to make sure.

It’s slow as he hauls himself up, finding the hair tie he’d forgotten. But it’s abandoned again when he sees the slither of the curtain move by the window, ajar.

There’s no open windows here unless he’s awake, a guard. It’s small. Barely enough for a hand, the curtain moving in dance as the breeze weaves into the stuffy room, creeping over Hanzo’s sticky skin.

For too long he just stares, a lock of hair tickling against his lips, uncaring.

Impossible. He’s so careful, so-

The curtains flick, light licking the glass on his bedside table, smudged with fingers, lips; the half empty bottle, obscuring the empty one behind.

Adrenaline wanes. Gut sinks. Head rings.

A swallow, and he unsticks from bed, body lead. Two fingers push close the window, keeping to shadow, curtain exhaling, and stop.

He smooths the fabric, touch lingering as if he’s trying to find something, feel something.

Nothing.

He rolls a shoulder, and peels off his shirt, draping it over the back of the chair. When he notices the small wooden sparrow on its side, beak touching the shard of his sword.

There’s no hesitation this time when Hanzo reaches out, picks it up to right the wrong, sitting it back in ceremony.

5:16 am

The basilica will ring soon at six. As will his alarm. There’s no point in bed anymore. All that’s left is sheets that need washed, dreams given, taken, and an empty space you won’t fill.

He checks the window again. Runs his hand over the locks on the door. Touches the two tiles beside the fridge and then steps into the bathroom, avoiding the mirror as he sheds the rest of his clothes, turning the shower to max.

The light from the room is enough as he steps inside, a shaky inhale as the water burns his skin, the steam clouding vision, muggy air.

Palm to wet wall (Hanzo’s hand slams to the wall beside his brother’s head) he breathes deep, long (Smells sweet and he inhales) forehead smudging tiles, hand smearing chest (Anticipation in Genji’s eyes as he looks up-) and Hanzo looks down, sliding his wet hand over wet cock-

(Licks blood, kisses the grave-)

-wondering if he’ll suffocate or burn, first.

——

Too early.

Hanzo wanders the quiet streets near the park, window shopping mindlessly. Catching his reflection more than wanted. He’s dressed well today. He always is.

But over the months, years, he’s been slipping. Living as a nomad from room to face to place, he was sure a part of him had shed everywhere he’d left behind. Something in him wearing thin he didn’t want to know. Just felt.

He stares a little longer at a shop window selling leather goods, stretching his fingers against his own gloves, old and worn and a shape of his own.

Hair pulled back in a bun, he runs a hand along one side, his undercut growing out too long, pinched grey. The other side he’d let grow long ago, the shorter lengths long enough to catch in his ponytail now. Usually.

He keeps the beard. Sometimes shaving when moving cities, countries, to hide. It’s mostly too much of a comfort, now. Too bare without.

Too long he’s looked, and turns away.

09:37 and he has a coffee. Black. Three sugars.

09:49 and he’s sitting on a bench in Nehru Part, close to the edge of the Danube. And he waits.

Watches the way the wind rustles the leaves on the trees above, hushing the city’s sound to their own, shedding the first leaves before the yawn of Autumn, side to side in a dance, before falling at Hanzo’s feet.

Feels the breeze on his skin. Nothing like earlier in his room. An alarm, unexpected. This might be something like comfort, pulling the shorter strands of hair from his bun, picking up the leaves at his feet, pulling the scent of pastries at his back, the scatter of voices ahead. No words, just noise.

He takes a drink of his coffee, counting another day.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Hanzo takes another drink of his coffee as he ignores Tilly. As she takes a seat at his side, always a little too close. It’s just a bit of fun for her, exploring the intricacies of human’s social bounds, their affection, fun. And with Hanzo, if he has any of the above.

Hanzo just recrosses his legs, foot pointing in the opposite direction.

“What’s the job?”

“I hear cucumbers help for those dark eyebags,” she says, casual. Two of her forehead LEDs are broken, the lilac, sometimes turquoise, brighter on her left side. Which Hanzo also notices that she uses more, moves more, than her right.

“Any other top ten magazine quips for me this morning?”

Tilly laughs, the two elongated sides of her head plate that remind Hanzo of wings, lighting up with the trill of her voice. “As many as you want.”

Hanzo inhales slow. Steady. “Oh, good.” Takes another sip.

“Got you another observe and report at Blood and Chrome tonight. Maybe protect if shit goes down. They liked you last time.” Tilly sits chin on palm as she waits for Hanzo’s reply, knowing his answer already. Money good. Low risk. Trusted.

“Bartend again?”

“Yup.”

A last, long drink of his coffee. Hanzo stares at the university of technology and economics across the river, sunlight picking out the details on stone, the pillars, the gold and mosaic on its red roof. Age and beauty, stories worn, time crumbled. He wants to sketch it every time he sees it, despite never having drawn a single thing before. He’s gotten as far as purchasing a sketch book, pencils. Next time.

“Send me the details.”

“Thanks, Han.”

“Thanks, Han.” Genji always talked with touch as well as tongue. Hands busy forming the words, contact, their meaning. It became a second language in public. A third, in private.

“Hanzo.” He doesn’t look at her. A voice firm, but not unkind. A way she’s heard many times before, and will hear many times again.

“Wish I could stay, but I got more messages to deliver,” she says, climbing over the back of the bench. “Get some sleep Han.” A quiet ‘Hmph’ “ Eat Mar’s stuffed cabbages at least.”

“Goodbye, Tilly.”

“Szia.”

He sits for a while, coffee cup empty, fingers cold. The trees stretch, the Danube sighs. Sun quiets behind clouds.

And from the small bag in his coat pocket, Hanzo throws a handful of bird seed to the ground, watching pigeons, great tits, a sparrow swoop down, and dance at his feet.

——

It had taken months. Trial and error with several prototypes, but Hanzo had managed (with some help) to have his own collapsible bow, without compromising performance or integrity. A labour of love.

Compact enough to fit in a bag. The arrows were the problem. One couldn’t simply split them in two, assemble and fire like he could his bow with a touch, flick, done.

Luckily few people cared what others carried here. Pistols on hip. Rifles on back. Swords in sheaths. As long as you had your permit, of course.

“Just a bow, arrows?” asks the omnic. Mariann had said her name was Tilly. Seven LEDs on her forehead. Three eye slits, not two. It looked like the third she’d carved herself. “No sword? You look like a sword guy.”

“Bow, and arrows.” “Alright alright. I’ll get one done.” “I’ll need a few, with different names.” “That’ll cost ya.” Hanzo sets down a stack of Euros, sinking back against the metal dresser, the bass of the club below stuck in his throat. “Help yourself.”

A city of humans, omnics, side by tentative side. Many still walked on tiptoes, ready to flee. Some settled to heels, shoulders dropped, calling Budapest home.

A city now almost its own state, rolling its own laws, walls, declaring stability for omnics (safety was arguable), work, if they proved themselves (we don’t talk about what happened if they didn’t).

Fast becoming a multicultural epicentre like London, it was expanding out, and up. But also, down.

And down, was where Hanzo walked. Lived. Worked.

Crime thrived here. A congregation of humans and omnics brushing side by side, co-existing but wanting to live, bred a rich, vibrant underworld that lived seen, unseen. World, within world. And even if it felt like the city was holding its breath, it seemed to work.

It wasn’t lost on Hanzo that he’d turned his back on his family, their legacy, ways-

-only to fall right back in, just a different shade, name.

At least here, he felt like he was helping people (didn’t you try back home too?), useful and giving back (funny what memories we pick and choose).

Mostly, though, he was doing it to survive. What money he’d taken from his family dwindling, and it was a reliable way to keep an ear to the ground, connected. Safe, within harm.

And Hanzo knew the world. How to move. Talk. When to run, when to bleed.

Tonight, he was back at Blood and Chrome, one of the less mainstream mixed clubs for humans and omnics (there were segregated clubs, of course. The omnics only clubs never staying in one place too long, rotating locations, word of mouth, last minute). Fewer tourists, less desirable location away from the Danube, tucked underground - but it mattered in almost every other way in the world he walked.

Here you find people you want, people you don’t. People you won’t anywhere else. Money changes hands more than some banks. Names change when you walk through the door. Faces forgotten when you walk back out.

The drinks are good, the music a mix of rock, metal, EDM depending on room, night, with places to dance, talk, and doors to close for things you don’t want anyone to see. All tucked underground in an old metro station, decommissioned and reclaimed.

The club is built around its exposed bones, dented with years of nights like this. Graffiti immortalising Budapest’s metamorphosis to today. LEDs lining floors, walls, hanging from exposed beams and concrete, under tables, part of chairs. Murals spread over walls, some on ceilings. There’s colour everywhere, and it changes when you’re not looking. When you forget, and are dragged back weeks later for a job you don’t want.

It stinks of alcohol. Sweat. Metal. Oil.

It tastes of whatever you want.

And it sounds busy, voices indistinguishable between the music as Hanzo slips in through the back, the omnic bouncer stepping aside, expecting him. It’s a Friday, so not unusual. He’s working the room they call The Boiler. Downstairs again and one of the bigger rooms, sometimes closed off for exclusivity. Sometimes for a dead body.

The first time he came here, it felt like a community more than a club. More rooms unfolding after each door. Stairs leading to more floors he wondered how far down it really went. Owned by an omnic and human couple, there was always a buzz when they were spotted at their club, tucked in a corner, private.

There was a buzz tonight, but it felt different. As if something new had cracked open. Bristling hairs on skin, sparking exposed wires, the seams of the city picked.

Hanzo hangs his coat, and a last glance at the mirror in the bar staff room, tucking his hair back into a bun. The shorter strands of his outgrown undercut already falling free.

He tucks his small pack at the back of his waist with his bow, arrows already long stashed underneath the bar from his last few jobs here. And pushes the swing doors open for work.

All Blood and Chrome’s employees were like Hanzo. Well. All those down in The Boiler floor and below, anyway. Criminals; former, current, no-choice in the matter. Everyone vetted heavily by the owners, recommended from all the way down from Mariann and even Tilly, he was sure (“hey I’m just your messenger and forgery bot”).

“Oh hey-” she stops, trying to pick his name from memory.

“Morio.”

“Oh, that’s right. Mo.”

A short, sharp sigh. “What is it with people and nicknames, here.”

Hanzo tucks a cloth into his belt, dressed in black jeans, purple long sleeve t-shirt (tattoo always covered, here), half hanging off his right shoulder. Some nights there was a dress code. Usually, it was whatever the hell you wanted. Hanzo tried to dress unassuming. Like anyone who might walk through these doors.

He missed his hair ribbon.

Sometimes he still caught himself reaching up to touch, run his fingers along the silk.

“Easier to say,” she says tapping something into her phone. Hanzo’s burner beeps (everyone has a burner just for work. Sometimes two). “Remember mine?”

“Adrienne.”

A smirk. “Not nickname but, accent’s getting better,” she says with a wink under her mane of red curls. “Anyway. You’re assigned to the veranda tonight.”

(Excerpt from mixed nightlife spots of Budapest for the traveller: …The Veranda: despite being underground, this section of The Boiler Room looks a lot like a veranda might. Or not. Aglow in faux nature, bloom changing weekly, wood fused with metal and the lights, it’s become a favourite corner of those that matter around here…)

“Who?”

Adrienne nods to his burner and she turns back to the bar, asking for the customer’s request, flicking two glasses onto the bar with flair.

Hanzo unlocks the file with thumbprint, a secondary code following.

Rav[REDACTED] Approx 20 active years [REDACTED]tor. Tall. Smooth voice, apparently. Controlled and calm. Purple colourings. You’ll know him when you see him. Rumblings of him through the omnics like livewire right now. Heard he’d rather skewer a human than sit next to one, but when you're desperate, right? Think he’s here for connections, money, help, fucking anything for his cause. I need to know. You have ears like a bat and some weirdo intuition. You ain’t failed me yet, Katniss.

Hanzo glances at The Veranda. Two humans. Omnic. Some vacant tables. Empty glasses litter their table. He takes a tray, and walks, weaving through bodies, blaring music, faces he knows, doesn’t.

None of them know him as Hanzo. He wonders when he’ll lose his name, too.

The music muted as he steps into The Veranda, the words and whispers of every face he plucks to memory all that matters now.

His mark isn’t here yet, so he waits. Watches. Works.

——

He sits in a corner, arm over a woman he’s known for an hour. Couples less inconspicuous than alone. He hasn’t talked to her since walking in the door. Neither has she, her face pin lit from her phone.

Eyes follow his mark. Back. Forth. Cybernetic eyes building on what he already knows.

Not tonight, they said, he’s here. City’s a livewire. Guest of honour.

So he waits. Watches. Works.

#shimadacest #genzo #hanzo shimada #genji shimada #fic: re-wired #genhan #hangen #des writes #here we go des writes longfic again aaaaa #this first ch is also a bit of a love letter to when i visited budapest #more chars and tags to come #more ships??? #who knows #first of all we got a day in the life of hanzo's depression and self deprecation by the danube

[rhianna]

WINDSOR CASTLE. WILLIAM HEPWORTH DIXON.h

Windsor was river born and river named. The stream is winding, serpentine; the bank by which it rolls was called the “winding shore.” The fact, common to all countries, gives a name which is common to all languages. Snakes, dragons, serpentines, are names of winding rivers in every latitude. There is a Snake river in Utah, another Snake river in Oregon; there is a Drach river in France, another Drach river in Switzerland. The straits between Paria and Trinidad is the Dragon’s Mouth; the outfall of Lake Chiriqui is also the Dragon’s Mouth. In the Morea, in Majorca, in Ionia, there are Dragons. There is a Serpent islet off the Danube, and a Serpentaria in Sardinia. We have a modern Serpentine in Hyde Park!

Windsor, born of that winding shore-line, found in after days her natural patron in St. George.

With one exception, all the Castle builders were men and women of English birth and English taste; Henry Beauclerc, Henry of Winchester, Edward of Windsor, Edward of York, Henry the Seventh, Queen Elizabeth, George the Fourth, and Queen Victoria; and these English builders stamped an English spirit on every portion of the pile—excepting on the Norman keep.

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Ages before the Normans came to Windsor, a Saxon hunting-lodge had been erected in the forest; not on the bleak and isolated crest of hill, but by the river margin, on “the winding shore.” This Saxon lodge lay hidden in the depths of ancient woods, away from any public road and bridge. The King’s highway ran north, the Devil’s Causeway to the south. The nearest ford was three miles up the stream, the nearest bridge was five miles down the stream. A bridle-path, such as may still be found in Spain or Sicily, led to that Saxon lodge; but here this path was lost among the ferns and underwoods. No track led on to other places. Free to the chase, yet severed from the world, that hunting-lodge was like a nest. Old oaks and elms grew round about as screens. Deep glades, with here and there a bubbling spring, extended league on league, as far as Chertsey bridge and Guildford down. This forest knew no tenants save the hart and boar, the chough and crow. An air of privacy, and poetry, and romance, hung about this ancient forest lodge.

Seeds of much legendary lore had been already sown. A builder of that Saxon lodge had been imagined in a mythical king—Arthur of the Round Table, Arthur of the blameless life—a legend which endures at Windsor to the present day. There, Godwin, sitting at the king’s board, had met his death, choked with the lie in his wicked throat. There, Edward the Confessor had lisped his prayers, and cured the halt and blind. There, too, the Saxon princes, Tosti and Harold, were supposed to have fought in the king’s presence, lugging out each other’s locks, and hurling each other to the ground. Of later114 growth were other legends; ranging from the romance of the Fitz-Warines, through the Romaunt of the Rose, down to the rhyme of King Edward and the Shepherd, the mystery of Herne the Hunter, and the humours of the Merry Wives.

William the Conqueror preserved his Saxon hunting-lodge by the river-side, but built his Norman keep on the Castle Hill

Turrets, towers, and temples : The great buildings of the world, as seen and… http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/72946

#project gutenberg #history #castle #windsor #king #queen #england

[semusepsu]

Who was it but one of my own race who as Voivode crossed the Danube and beat the Turk on his own ground? This was a Dracula indeed! Woe was it that his own unworthy brother, when he had fallen, sold his people to the Turk and brought the shame of slavery on them! Was it not this Dracula, indeed, who inspired that other of his race who in a later age again and again brought his forces over the great river into Turkey-land; who, when he was beaten back, came again, and again, and again, though he had to come alone from the bloody field where his troops were being slaughtered, since he knew that he alone could ultimately triumph!

this is the part in dracula’s monolog when he talks about vlad tepes, the guy who was sometimes called son of the dragon (dracula), whose brother radu fought on the side of the turks to depose him. 

#draculaposting

[salvadoerena]

Favorite shrimp from this generation:

From left to right:

Cherry Chapstick || Gateron Yellow

Ghastly Cathy || Big Bertha

Riley || White-Eyes Blue Dragon

Mothra (ft shrimp 1/90) || Chocolate Rain

NASCAR || Blue Danube

#shrimps #aquarium #aquarium update #shrimpblr #neocaridina

[44gamez]

Age of Empires 2: Definitive Edition is more vital than ever in 2024

I spent the higher a part of my vacation break leaping from one real-time technique sport to a different: a They Are Billions failed run right here, a Command & Conquer: Pink Alert skirmish there. I even dug up my bodily copies of The Lord of the Rings: The Battle for Center-earth and its sequel from my mother and father’ basement. The liminal area between 2023’s late releases and 2024’s January rush supplied the proper alternative to zoom out (actually and figuratively) and benefit from the act of telling tiny little folks the place to go and what to do. At a sure level, my nostalgia morphed into curiosity. Age of Empires 2: Definitive Version’s Steam news feed has been extra lively than these of many more recent releases, and I lastly determined to take a more in-depth look. It seems, developer Forgotten Empires and Xbox Recreation Studios have been releasing new DLC, updates, patches, challenges, and seasonal aesthetics on an nearly weekly foundation because the remaster’s 2019 launch. This cadence, coupled with the truth that 26,000 people have been taking part in the almost 25-year-old RTS on Steam, satisfied me to take a detour. (I performed on Steam, but it surely’s additionally out there by way of Recreation Move.) And never solely is Age of Empires 2 nonetheless fairly rattling good — like many, I take into account it among the best RTS video games of all time — it feels extra very important than ever in 2024. To begin, there at the moment are 37 complete campaigns. This rely ignores the dozen discrete historic battles, the tutorial missions revolving round William Wallace, and the eight remastered campaigns from the earlier sport. (Did I point out Forgotten Empires additionally remastered a lot of the primary Age of Empires and launched it as an growth for the sequel?) If, like me, you favor narrative campaigns and skirmishes towards the AI in RTS video games, then Age of Empires 2 is tantamount to a single-player gold mine.

Picture: Forgotten Empires/Xbox Recreation Studios Whereas I at all times hesitate to think about a breadth of content material a high quality in and of itself, it’s each surreal and inspiring to see this many new missions, cutscenes, and distinctive models in Age of Empires 2 this lengthy after its preliminary launch. Forgotten Empires’ remaster performs like a dream, with a bevy of quality-of-life enhancements (I’m taking a look at you, farm queues) and enemy AI that truly is aware of learn how to exploit your weaknesses and bait you into susceptible conditions. Certain, pathfinding continues to be an albatross round Age of Empires 2’s neck — chasing one scout midway throughout the map with a complete battalion of cavalry won't ever be enjoyable — but it surely’s a a lot smaller albatross today. I can really maneuver a complete military throughout a river ford with out half of it doubling again to seek out one other crossing. Relating to a sport that feels this good to play, I’ll take all the missions I can get. I kicked off this specific stint with one Vlad Dracula (aka Vlad the Impaler) and his marketing campaign to guide the Turks, Magyars, and Slavs towards the Ottoman Empire. Every of the 5 missions in his storyline contain vastly totally different eventualities. The third, titled “The Breath of the Dragon,” is as difficult as it's thrilling, tasking me with capturing the central Wallachian metropolis of Giurgiu earlier than defending it from assault in each path. Its placement on the banks of the Danube necessitates build up a naval presence and crusing to quite a few small settlements working to provide the principle Ottoman citadel of Darstor. When my Slavic forces lastly entered Darstor, destroyed its fortifications, and demolished its fort, I nearly needed to step away to catch my breath.

Picture: Forgotten Empires/Xbox Recreation Studios My return to the 1999 basic begs the query: What about Age of Empires 4, the newest entry within the collection? I’ve been a fan of Relic Leisure’s sequel since its 2021 launch. That appreciation has solely grown because the group refines and builds upon an already spectacular basis; I particularly admire 4’s asymmetrical faction design, which makes taking part in the nomadic Mongols, for example, really feel vastly totally different than managing the advanced dynasty system of China. Age of Empires 2’s civilizations, by comparability, really feel far more uniform outdoors of their distinctive models. However in its slick mechanics, its gorgeous artwork fashion, its wealth of inventive missions, and its robust content material cadence, Age of Empires 2 stays atop the pedestal it climbed nearly 25 years in the past. I haven’t even touched “The Mountain Royals” or “Return of Rome,” its latest expansions, as of this writing — however I completely plan to quickly. The sport’s ongoing well being is proof that, given correct time and funding, a group can revitalize a basic in a medium identified for its ephemeral works. I booted up Age of Empires 2: Definitive Version on the doorstep of 2024 to be able to replay a permanent basic; I additionally discovered a vibrant trendy sport. Join the Read the full article

#Age #Definitive #Edition #Empires #vital

[havenhomes]

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Covered swimming pool

Badminton court

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Public garden

Health club

Semi-furnished with all kitchen appliances and necessities

Balcony and parking with each unit

Retail market

Boutique stores

Shopping center

Schools and nurseries

Ample parking spaces

Gardens and parks"

Dubai #UAERealEstate #Olivz_Apartments

[my-lovely-pantomime]

dec 16 '23, saturday day 1/100

started the 100 days of productivity challenge today!

i woke up at 7, cleaned my bathroom and organised my skincare, did some other chores, and took an early morning walk in the woods while listening to music. the amount of snow is abnormally little for this time of year in the city i live in - everything is usually buried in snow at this point. there were withered leaves and pinecones left from late autumn still frozen in the pavement, like some sort of naturally preserved herbarium.

i got home and started working on my literary analysis for a shakespearean excerpt, which took longer than i thought it would. i proceeded to panic about my future and the purpose of my existence for a solid hour. then i read some academic papers about my character Antonio in my school's production of shakespeare's 12th night, because we thought it would be interesting to explore the (very obvious) homoerotic tension between him and another character, Sebastian.

i tried to work on the song im writing on my cheap amazon keyboard, but nothing seemed to come out and i ended up scrolling on pinterest for a solid hour. the 2pm slump really hit me hard today. i eventually decided to go outside and get some fresh air in me. i worked on memorising my lines for the play while pacing in the woods with my dog Tchaikovsky, and may have delivered the most dramatic one man reenactment of the last scene in 12th night known to men to my dog and a random guy passing by. i must say it was quite amazing.

right now i am struggling to find motivation to practice my violin, but i think im going to do it after posting this. the conductor of my orchestra just posted the program for our new concert block come spring, and i am actually kind of excited to play some of these pieces. we get to play one of tchaikovsky's dances from his opera "mazeppa", which im so happy about because i literally named my dog after this man. there's also cinematic scores from how to train your dragon and amadeus, plus the blue danube waltz by strauss.

after practising, i plan to register for a music festival with my jazz band, finish up a reflection for my dramatic arts class, and finally make some tea and read some albert camus in bed.

i have a biology test on monday, so i have to really study for that tomorrow. i usually don't have to study for physics, chemistry, and maths thanks to having the mathematical brain i take pride in, but biology has so much memorisation to it that i have to study. i also need to do some research on 1920s american organized crime for history, and work on my research report for biology.

#100 days of productivity #studyblr #dark academia #dear diary #journal #study aesthetic #help i don't know how to do tags

[hobbyspacer]

Videos: “Space to Ground” & other space habitat reports – Sept.4.2023

This week's selection of videos about space stations and living in space including NASA's latest Space to Ground report for the International Space Station: https://youtu.be/MqGG1hCHw2U ** Expedition 69 NASA’s SpaceX Crew-6 Space Station Farewell Remarks - Aug. 31, 2023 - NASA Video Aboard the International Space Station, Crew-6 which includes NASA astronauts Steve Bowen and Woody Hoburg as well as UAE (United Arab Emirates) astronaut Sultan Alneyadi and Roscosmos cosmonaut Andrey Fedyaev provided farewell remarks on August 31 ahead of their upcoming departure from the space station. Joining Crew-6 for the farewell remarks were NASA astronaut Frank Rubio and Roscosmos cosmonauts Dmitri Petelin and Sergey Prokopyev. Crew-6 is slated to undock on September 2 and splashdown off the coast of Florida September 3 after completing a six-month mission https://youtu.be/5ouR_4yg03k ** SpaceX Crew-6 undocking and departure - SciNews The “Endeavour” Crew Dragon spacecraft autonomously undocked from the Harmony module’s forward International Docking Adapter, departing the International Space Station, on 3 September 2023, at 11:05 UTC (07:05 EDT). The “Endeavour” Crew Dragon spacecraft, with NASA astronauts Stephen Bowen and Warren Hoburg, Roscosmos cosmonaut Andrey Fedyaev and UAE astronaut Sultan Alneyadi, is scheduled to splashdown off the coast of Florida, on 4 September 2023, at 04:17 UTC (00:17 EDT). Credit: NASA/SpaceX, Music: “Blue Danube by Strauss” courtesy of YouTube Audio Library https://youtu.be/oOlRIzKY19w ** NASA's SpaceX Crew-6 Flight Day 3 Highlights - September 4, 2023 - NASA Video NASA astronauts Steve Bowen and Woody Hoburg as well as UAE (United Arab Emirates) astronaut Sultan Alneyadi and Roscosmos cosmonaut Andrey Fedyaev began their journey back to Earth from the International Space Station on Sunday, September 3, by closing the hatch to the SpaceX Dragon, named Endeavour, followed by undocking. After nearly 16 hours of transit, Bowen, Hoburg, Alneyadi, and Fedyaev returned to Earth with a parachute-assisted splashdown off the coast of Florida on Monday, September 4. NASA’s SpaceX Crew-6 completed an approximately six-month mission living and working aboard the microgravity laboratory to advance scientific knowledge and demonstrate new technologies for future human and robotic exploration flights that pave the way for NASA’s Artemis program. https://youtu.be/43VqMtfrqPg ** Andreas Mogensen's second mission Huginn soars high - European Space Agency, ESA Huginn, ESA astronaut Andreas Mogensen's second mission to the International Space Station, is now under way. Together with Crew-7, the ESA astronaut was launched on the Crew Dragon spacecraft Endurance on 26 August 2023, at 08:27 BST (09:27 CEST). Alongside him are NASA's Jasmin Moghbeli, Satoshi Furukawa from JAXA, and Konstantin Borisov from Roscosmos. The crew will spend approximately six months on the Space Station, 420 km above Earth. This isn't Andreas's first journey into space. In 2015, he participated in the 10-day ‘iriss’ mission. However, Huginn marks his first launch from NASA's Kennedy Space Center in Florida, USA, and his first flight with a Crew Dragon. Watch the replay of pivotal moments such as the crew's arrival at the Kennedy Space Center on 20 August, liftoff, as well as Andreas piloting Crew Dragon on its 11th crewed flight. The journey also included a special passenger, who served as microgravity indicators. After approximately 30 hours, the Crew Dragon approached and docked with the Space Station, where Andreas and his colleagues were greeted by the resident astronauts. For more about Andreas and his Huginn mission, visit the Huginn mission page: https://www.esa.int/Science_Explorati... https://youtu.be/hxVlklX-iZA **  Hurricane Franklin as Seen from the International Space Station - NASA External cameras on the International Space Station captured views of major Hurricane Franklin at 9:56 a.m. EDT on Tuesday, Aug. 29, 2023 as the station flew 260 miles overhead. Franklin was located over the Atlantic well out to sea at the time of the flyover, packing winds of 130 miles an hour. Franklin is moving north-northeast over the Atlantic, according to the National Hurricane Center. https://youtu.be/nlTbdPGWxYI ** Chinese Astronauts Clean Space Station in Shift Change - CCTV Video News Agency The three Chinese astronauts aboard the country's space station Tiangong did some cleaning chores during the interval in the change of shifts, to make their space home clean and tidy. https://youtu.be/epkbhg5X8D0 ** Shenzhou-16 Crew Reap Good Harvest in Space Planting Experiment - CCTV Video News Agency The space vegetable planting experiment conducted by the Shenzhou-16 crew who have been in orbit for almost three months has yielded a good harvest. https://youtu.be/Bqt62i1sGkc ** Live Video from the International Space Station (Official NASA Stream) - NASA Watch live video from the International Space Station, including inside views when the crew aboard the space station is on duty. Views of Earth are also streamed from an external camera located outside of the space station. During periods of signal loss due to handover between communications satellites, a blue screen is displayed. The space station orbits Earth about 250 miles (425 kilometers) above the surface. An international partnership of five space agencies from 15 countries operates the station, and it has been continuously occupied since November 2000. It's a microgravity laboratory where science, research, and human innovation make way for new technologies and research breakthroughs not possible on Earth. More: https://go.nasa.gov/3CkVtC8 Did you know you can spot the station without a telescope? It looks like a fast-moving star, but you have to know when to look up. Sign up for text messages or email alerts to let you know when (and where) to spot the station and wave to the crew: https://spotthestation.nasa.gov https://www.youtube.com/live/xAieE-QtOeM?feature=share ====

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[astonishing-hme]

Example 6-10

6.INFLORESCENCES, 2023 by Sabrina Ratté

INFLORESCENCES 2023 - Sabrina Ratté (sabrinaratte.com)

The artist intersperses highly reflective countertops into the mountains, causing confusion in the viewer's recognition system of "natural environment" and "man-made environment", resulting in emotions of confusion and surprise. The high saturation of neon light and the low saturation of dark colours of the mountains blur each other's visual perception. The composition of the scene is impossible to realise, but the materiality of the main objects in the picture (the table top, the mountain and the water) is so realistic that the viewer is forced to maintain his/her own observation and analytical skills at all times while experiencing the work, thus creating a psychological impact.

7.The Marisfrolg Campus

Marisfrolg Campus Shenzhen, China by Van Brandenburg | ArchiPro NZ

Building architecture is usually regarded as unalive matter, however, this piece of architecture is inspired by a bird with spreading wings, unifying the life force of living creatures into a building beyond the expectation of visitors. The overlapping floors and irregular windows create a sense of closure and oppression, while the sharp eaves, like the skeleton of the bird's wings, are open, and the two opposing atmospheres contribute to an amazing tension of ultimate confrontation.

8.White Pocket, Arizona

28 Photos of White Pocket, Arizona That Will Blow Your Mind! – Wandering Wheatleys

White Pocket Cliff is a rock with a pattern like a human brain, yet its shape undulates with the mountain. Unlike common mountain rocks, there is no visible plant growth in the vicinity, and the whole thing is connected, giving people a sense of huge volume. Whether man-made or natural landscape, polyhedra like this are rarely seen in life, making it difficult to reason through common sense, strange and shocking.

The Dragon’s Blood Tree in Socotra, Yemen

'Lost world' of Socotra, a remote island with plants up to 20 MILLION years old - Short News Web

The structure of a tree, the shape of a mushroom. Not only does it conflict with common sense, but it is also beyond what the average person's knowledge of biology can reason. The dense and cylindrical shape of the branches is also contrary to the thin ends of other trees.

10.Sagrada Família by Antoni Gaudí

File:Spain Sagrada Familia.jpg - Wikimedia Commons

La Sagrada Familia | Dan on the Danube (wordpress.com)

Its dome is more elongated than the average church, and the sculptures of the figures on the façade are more densely packed than in other churches. The shape of the load-bearing columns reminds visitors more of plant stalks than of church columns. All these "variations" provide visitors with a novel viewing experience.

[bridgegaurd]

A Bridge to Five Worlds

On a plateau in the Carpathian Mountains overlooking the Danube River and the city of Budapest to the east, sits a wonder of mystical engineering unlike any on Earth or beyond.

Four massive drawbridges protrude in the cardinal directions, providing passage not across moats or empty air, but to great shimmering portals.

Maintained by wizards that specialize in manipulating space, commonly known as Fateweavers, these Realm-Spanning Drawbridges(RSDBs) allow anyone with a Bridgekey to travel between five different Realms; Earth, Utopia, Fortitude, Ambrosia, and Exodus.

Trade and ideas flow through the Bridgegates and into the city that encompasses to entire plateau, Quintessence. Quintessence is essentially a country to it self, for at its heart sits the fortress-guildhall of The Grand Fellowship of Bridgeguards.

The Realm is not Enough

The Grand Fellowship of Bridgeguards starts its history in the year 1820 on Earth. 17 years after the Order of High Fateweavers completed the ritual that opened the first Realm-Spanning Drawbridge a young wizard named Horatio Prospero stole the knowledge of how to create Bridgekeys.

Operating out of a tavern in Budapest, he founded the Prosperos Guild of Fortune Seekers and offered membership to any who wished to experience all that both realms had to offer.

Naturally the Fateweavers were none too happy about having their monopoly broken, but with Bridgekeys finding their way into the hands of adventurers all over Earth and Utopia they had no choice but to make a deal with Prospero. He readily agreed, re-branding his Guild from a loose camaraderie of aspiring explorers to a structured society of mercenary heroes.

Seeking the Top

The excitement of seeing other worlds naturally attracts a high number of starry-eyed or dissatisfied youths, but not everyone is cut out to be a realm-hopping hero.

Most aspirants find their place in the D- Rank of the Fellowship, assigned small jobs to exterminate packs of wolves, retrieve a merchant’s stolen cart or actually guarding the RSDBs.

In C-Rank, the jobs are much the same but members are given their own Bridgekeys and allowed to pick their own missions.

B-Rank is where things start to get interesting. At B-Rank a Bridgeguard member is invited to join one of the Seeker Guilds, societies of like-minded warriors within the Fellowship. Their tasks are of real importance; providing diplomatic escorts, assisting local militias against invading enemies, guarding valuable caravans through hostile territory, perhaps even slaying a young dragon!

But the real test is surviving to reach A-Rank. Ever since a team of A-Rank seekers ended the Spirit Storm that accompanied the opening of the RSDB to Exodus, the people of the Realms have regarded Bridgeguards of that rank as true heroes and celebrities. Reach S-Rank, and be a legend in your own right.

#dungeons and drawings #dnd 5e #Bridgeguard Pitch

[agape-philo-sophia]

➝ A Short History Of The US Flag 🧩 The people of the world have been herded into manageable corrals. The ancient land of Canaan was occupied by the Philistines (today’s Palestinians) before it was conquered by the Hebrews who renamed the land “Israel” and divided it into 12 tribal districts. By 69AD, the Roman soldiers destroyed the Hebrew Temple of Solomon, burned Jerusalem to the ground, gave the land back to the Philistines and renamed Israel “Palestine”. The 12 Hebrew tribes fled and dispersed from the land. vikingsWhere did the Hebrews go? The Hebrew tribe of Dan adopted the symbols of a dragon and a snake and emblazoned them on their red and white flag together with the crest of an eagle. The carvings of snakes and dragons on their ships, the red and white stripes on their sails and archeological relics reveal that the tribe of Dan became the dreaded Vikings. The Tribe of Dan settled in Greece along the River DANube and became a ferocious force of brutal seafaring pirates. They named themselves after their ancestral Hyksos Kings (Habirus-Hebrews) who had ruled Egypt as the 15th Dynasty. VI Kings = 6 Kings = VIKINGS They pirated their way along the Mediterranean and sailed up the coast of Europe marking their migration trail by naming mountains, towns and rivers after themselves. The river Danube and the Jordan River. Denmark literally means, “the mark of Dan”. Since the original Hebrew language had interchangeable vowels, the name of Dan can also be spelled Din, Den, Dun or Don. ScanDINavia, LonDON, SweDEN and DENmark are all marked by Dan.  https://thegreatwork208716197.wordpress.com/2023/03/04/a-short-history-of-the-us-flag/

[happyzenmonk]

The Danube Bend and the Protective Dragon, Hungary

Here is a river running west-east (the Danube), which turns north-south in the Danube Bend. It is also surrounded by two mountains (Börzsöny and Pilis), so according to the Chinese perception, it is an energy field. The reversible river gives life force, the mountains protect it, and behind the mountain lives the dragon who protects it.

source: Ádám Baktai, fb

#the danube bend #donau #hungary #protective dragon #hzwc #hzwc nature #ádám baktai