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iwtvfanevents · 2 months

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Rewind the Tape —Episode 3

Art of the episode

Just like we did for the pilot and for episode two, we took note of the art shown and mentioned in the third episode while we rewatched it. Did we miss any? Can you help us put a name to the unidentified ones? Do you have any thoughts about how these references could be interpreted?

On the Origin of Species*

Charles Darwin, 1859

* Not exactly art... ...and not exactly confirmed, but given the time, the subject of their conversation, and Lestat's "...this naturalist that fogs your mind" remark, this seems the most likely attribution for the book Louis is reading during the opening scene.

Darktown Strutters' Ball

Shelton Brooks, 1917

The song Antoinette is first singing was published that same year, and you can hear it performed by The Platters here.

Minuet in G

Christian Petzold, circa 1725

As pointed by @cardassiangoodreads in this post, the song Lestat first plays before he starts improvising is Petzold's Minuet in G, often falsely attributed to Johann Sebastian Bach.

Wolverine Blues

Jelly Roll Morton, 1923

While the scene in which Lestat improvises the melody happens in 1917, Morton would go on to record and release the song in Indiana in 1923.

Slave Auction

Jean-Michael Basquiat, 1982

Our very first look at Basquiat's Slave Auction comes in the third episode, though it will be the backdrop of most of the sixth. While some elements, like the crown of thorns, lend themselves to varied interpretations, it's clear this collage shows a boat (golden for money, perhaps) crossing a blue expanse, and the faces of the slaves being transported.

Mother Daughter and Twins 1

Rahmon Olugunna, undated

Rahmon Olugunna, born in Osogbo in 1975, is a member of the Oshogbo school of artists in Nigeria. His work represents Yoruban mythology as well as modern Nigerian life. He is represented by New Orleans curator Katie Koch. [Identified by @vfevermillion.]

Untitled ceramic totems

Julie Silvers, undated

Each unique totem is made by New Orleans native Julie Silvers, and they are distributed by New Orleans store Villa Vici. Two can be seen in the sitting room. [Identified by @vfevermillion.]

Javelina

Bryan Cunningham, undated

By "Junkyard Alchemist" Bryan Cunningham, who posted about it here. [Found by @iwtvdramacd18.]

In the same shot we can see an unidentified painting, maybe of a man's profile. Perhaps you can place it?

Untitled photo of loading docks in St. Paul, Minnesota

Bradley Olson, 2015 (Alamy Stock Photo)

Forty-two Kids and Cliff Dwellers

George Bellows, 1907 and 1913 respectively

Several Bellows pieces have been featured around Rue Royale already, in episodes one and two. [Identified by @nicodelenfent, here.]

Am I Blue?

Harry Akst and Grant Clarke, 1929 [Identified by @ouizaya.]

The song that Antoinette sings when Jonah first walks into the Azalea is actually an anachronism. Maybe a bit of commentary from Louis, as this post suggests.

Nocturnes, Op. 55: No. 1 in F minor. Andante

Frederic Chopin, 1842-1844

This is the song that plays during Jonah and Louis's escapade to the Bayou.

Roman Bacchanal

Vasily (Wilhelm) Alexandrovich Kotarbiński, 1898

Kotarbiński was a Polish artist and painter of historical and fantastical subjects, and co-founder of the Society of Kyiv Painters. [Identified by @nicodelenfent.]

Weeping Nude

Edvard Munch, 1913

Young Man kneeling before God the Father

Egon Schiele, 1909

Two more artists we've seen already, in episodes one and two.

Self-Portrait

Edvard Munch, 1881-1882

Bouquet in a theater box

Pierre-Auguste Renoir, 1871

While we have seen Munch's work already, this is the first Renoir featured. He was a French artist and a leading figure in the development of the Impressionist style. [Identified by @nicodelenfent.]

Church in Stein on the Danube

Egon Schiele, 1913 [Identified by @nicodelenfent, here.]

Ship in the Night

James Gale Tyler, c. 1870 [Identified by @vfevermillion.]

Tyler was a New York born marine painter, considered a self-taught artist.

If you spot or put a name to any other references, let us know if you'd like us to add them with credit to the post!

This week, we are rewatching and discussing Episode 4, …The Ruthless Pursuit of Blood with All a Child's Demanding. We can't wait to hear your thoughts!

And, if you're just getting caught up, learn all about our group rewatch here ►

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wexhappyxfew · 2 months

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guide and guard

(a/n): the silver bullets girls before heading off on the schweinfurt-regensburg mission (and their chaotic early-morning discussions). also featuring annie x brady (if you squint... haha) as well as the general camaraderie of the silver bullets crew! :) please enjoy! this was a fun one that i've had on the brain for a while! :D

"30 more minutes of this fog and I'm gonna lose my mind." Carrie admonished through their comms system, her voice crackling over into Annie's ears, snippy and quick, with a bit of a kick behind it, "20 past six in the morning and it feels like it's midday."

"What the fuck is up with your internal clock?" Kennedy called back through comms, "Are you….God, what's it called, nocturnal, yeah, you nocturnal, Lieutenant? Oughta let the world know about that one."

"Alright, alright…." Francis called as Annie snickered in the cockpit, "nocturnal or not, the sun's barely risen, Carrie, how you think it's already midday?"

"Just feel like it, you don't feel it?"

"'fraid not." Francis called back.

"I'm still trying to work that coffee into my system, it feels like it's three am or something," Vivian said, stifling a yawn out to follow, "if it were midday, you'd be bouncing off the walls, Lieutenant."

"That's actually not entirely accurate, Ratcliff, but I appreciate your enthusiasm," Carrie called, "I'm just saying, this bombsight's ready to get her target, and drop those bombs. Sitting on a foggy tarmac ain't gonna do a thing."

"Hey, shit like this rolls in off of Lake Michigan and you thank God you're in your house and not outside. Kid brother said he saw a ghost one time." Margie called through the comms, munching on something from above - probably peanuts, she always had those things shoved in a pocket somewhere.

"A ghost?" questioned Judy, "That ain't a thing, Margie-"

"Oh yes it," Margie said quickly back, as a string of sighs echoed over the comms, "I swear to you all. Listen, listen, ghost, a deer, whatever, creepy as all get-out. He swore to it though."

"Should I even ask how old you were?" Francis said, leaning back against her co-pilot seat, eyes shut, attempting to nap, but listening to the symphony of the conversation running about.

"15, Lieutenant," Margie answered, "Jem was 6 - but hey, listen, that's not the point. The point is this fog is spooky shit and you start trying to fly in it, you'll disappear like…man, what - hey Viv, what was that pilot's name-"

"Amelia Earhart?" Viv offered, "Margie, you said 6-"

"6 I tell you!" Margie said, "But yeah, yeah, Earhart - I'm glad they grounded us here. Don't gotta risk our necks flying in a soup like this."

"With Bradshaw though, I'd trust her to fly us to hell and back if I'm being honest," Bessie called, "nothing a little fog'll do to Bradshaw, isn't that right, Annie?"

"Quite an ambitious thing to say, Bes, but I'll take the compliment." Annie called back, a few chuckles ringing over the comms at her words.

"You hear that? Lieutenant Bradshaw taking a compliment. Never thought I'd live to see the day, Lieutenant." Paulina called and the comms broke into chuckles.

"Hey, Bucky told Bradshaw she was a good pilot the other day and all she did was nod at him and pat his back, so," Marianne started, "I'd consider that the Lieutenant has bested Bucky Egan himself."

"Gotta admit, Lieutenant," Margie called over comms, "that was pretty damn funny."

"Humility never hurt a soul." Annie called back and the chuckles that broke out through comms were far more entertaining then they'd be in days.

"Neither does humbling," Carrie called, "well-"

"Hey, Margie, I think I see your ghost now!" Judy called.

"Judy! I thought you were on my side at least!" Margie said, with a chuckle, as Judy giggled again.

"Nah, that's just Brady," Kennedy called, "what the hell does he want?" Carrie snickered over the radio and Francis cracked an eye.

"He's come to see his lady." Francis said with a smirk over the radio. Annie's cheeks flamed and her eyes grew wide and she shoved Francis' shoulder, laughter echoing over the comms.

"He's just a friend." murmured Annie, trying to distract herself from her cheeks and the thought of Brady coming towards Silver Bullets, and for what reason, she didn't know.

"Howdy-do, Lieutenant Brady, what can I help you with?" Margie's voice echoed over the radio, "Or actually better yet - can you help us? Are we wheels up yet?" Whatever the response was no one heard, except for Margie's snort of laughter and a slap on the knee.

"Lieutenant Bradshaw!" Margie called, "Lieutenant Brady is in dire need of your assistance!" Annie watched as Francis snickered - to which Annie shoved her shoulder again and she slid past the top turret which Margie had swiftly removed herself from and dropped below, landing beside Margie, before crouching and seeing Brady's head just past the open latch.

"Hey," Annie said, and Brady, grinning, nodded to her.

"How's it going?" he asked her and she briefly caught Margie staring her down, Bessie and Carrie peaking out from the nose, curiously watching her.

"Good, good, what's up?" Annie said, before her mind seemed to recalculate a few things and she nodded at him, "Here, let's talk outside."

"What? And have us miss out on all this, Lieutenant?" Margie whispered to her as she sat on the edge of the latch. Annie gave her a look, to which Margie promptly laughed at, and then she disappeared, jumping down onto the tarmac. Looking up, in the incredibly dense fog that she could barely see much farther than in front of her with, she found Brady there.

"Whatever Margie said, I'm not a part of it," Annie said, with her hands up, as if in surrender, "that's just Margie for you." Brady chuckled and then nodded to her.

"She might've said something along the lines of that you were just itching to get off of the ground," Brady said, "that you needed someone to talk you off the ledge. I told her that didn't sound like the Annie Bradshaw I knew, but." Brady smirked at her expression and she shook her head with a laugh, watching Brady's eyes through the fog for a moment before nodding.

"That's not what you're really here for though, right?" Annie said, looking at him from underneath her own peak cap, before tilting her head, "Checking up on us?" She watched Brady smile, in that uncontrolled way where he didn't even seem to realize he was looking as happy as a lark, but then he seemed to come around and fess up, and nodded firmly.

"Yeah," he admitted, before chuckling, "I was trying to, I don't know…"

"Find a way around that…. in a way?" Annie said with a small chuckle and he shrugged his shoulders before crossing his arms.

"And also, just to say, it's our longest mission yet, deepest into Germany, so….if you all gotta bail out, just….try and keep your numbers. You don't know what they could do to you if you drop into Germany. As a pilot." And as a woman, Annie thought, but she didn't want to ponder that too hard. Annie watched his face change for a moment as he mulled it over and then nodded.

"But I know you'll all be fine though, Silver Bullets is always ole reliable," Brady said with a smile, looking back towards the plane, before looking to her, his voice growing serious and firm, "best of luck to you, Lieutenant." Annie smiled at him, her heart feeling warm from his tender gesture and she stuck out a gloved hand, to which he shook firmly, his touch lingering a bit longer than what any average handshake would've been.

That's not to say she's complaining though.

"You too." she said, before they dropped hands and she gripped her straps of the webbing and smirked at him, "See ya in Algeria!" And with that, she turned, glancing back over her shoulder with a wave and watched him disappear with that grin into the fog. Her heart pounded a bit, she thought she could've said something better, but she didn't ruminate. Heading back towards the B-17 standing in her foggy, silhouetted beauty, she smiled to herself before she began to hear footsteps somewhere behind her.

"Hey…Annie, wait up." she heard Brady call from behind her. Annie came to a pause near the nose of Silver Bullets, and turned to see Brady coming towards her. She caught his eyes, trying to dissect a bit of that worried haze in his eyes and found him instead, coming up directly to her, and wrapping his arms around her in a hug that engulfed her into his being and knocked her peak cap right off the top of her head, with a plonk onto the ground.

For a moment, she froze there, realizing every inch of him that touched her being, his breath in her ear, his pounding heart against her own chest.

Realization and the weight of everything seemed to kick in and she wrapped her arms around his form and found a brief moment to let herself smile into his touch and his want. The want for human touch in a moment that seemed distant.

Their friendship hadn't really gotten to this level - sure it was dancing, the crosswalk between laughing and flirting (maybe), the smiles, the buying each other drinks (he always did), even those looks that lasted longer than they should've - they had never initiated this. And it made her heart race. In an instance, Brady pulled back and held her by the shoulders, and gazed at her eyes for a moment.

"You okay?" she asked, taking her hands onto his arms and rubbing them gently, smiling slightly, "You scared me for a second there, running up behind me like that."

"Yeah, yeah," he said, smiling at her, and then rubbing her shoulders, "just….figured you needed that. You and I both, ya know." She watched him and then slowly nodded with a small smile.

"Thanks." she said softly and he smiled briefly before looking to her head.

"Shit, sorry," he said, breaking from her touch to reach down to the ground and pull the cap up, before placing it on her head, his fingertips lingering back her ears and cheeks, "sorry about that." Annie smiled and adjusted it slightly on her head before looking at him.

"Don't you worry your pretty little face about that, okay?" Annie said, before patting his shoulder, her face falling a bit as her heart shuttered a few misaligned beats, "Be careful up there, alright?" Brady nodded at her with a smile and then placed a hand on her shoulder and held it there for a moment longer.

"You too. Just….stay safe." he said and she smiled at him with a wide grin, before squeezing his shoulder and stepping away towards the latch to the belly of the B-17.

Annie couldn't force herself to watch him walk away because then a part of her would go with him and she couldn't focus on that now. She had a fort to position over Germany to drop bombs on the enemy.

Pulling herself inside, she heard Carrie yelling about something over the headset, Paulina yelling back, which made her chuckle. Pulling herself back into the cockpit, she saw Francis smugly watching her as she settled into the left side.

"What's that look for?" muttered Annie, strapping herself in and adjusting on the headset.

"-and I swear to you, Dougie was trying his best, but it was damn-near pathetic alright?-" Annie pulled one ear of the headset off as Paulina went to counter and looked to Francis who was still sitting there smug as anything.

"What'd he want, huh?" Francis asked, "C'mon, spill, or else I'll be bothering you as we head up. So, what was it?"

"He just wanted to tell us to be careful. Long mission and all, deep into enemy territory. He was just being nice." Annie offered, "It was sweet of him."

"So was that hug." Francis said with a snicker and Annie shoved her shoulder, before flipping her the bird and shaking her head, "Alright, just kidding, I think we'll be wheels up soon anyway, so, we should wrangle them all in, huh?"

"That's right," Annie said, popping on the two headset ears and adjusting properly, "hey, everyone, listen up. It'll be wheels up soon. Stop arguing about whatever Dougie was pathetically doing, we've got a fort to fly!" Francis looked over at her with a smirk, before nodding and looking ahead.

"When we're set, I'll give everyone a checklist, countdown, alright?" Francis said.

"Yes, ma'am!"

"Yes, Lieutenant." Annie looked forward and slowly narrowed her eyes towards the foggy sky.

Guide and guard, she seemed to whisper to herself in her head like a mantra - over and over.

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lucifer-is-a-bag-of-dicks · 9 months

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I keep adding songs to my dp playlist for very specific amvs I construct in my head (as you do)

this is an old concept I built forever ago but this song drew it back out of me, and I want to revisit it

imagine if you will, Void Danny from Reverse Trio AU, in a timeline where the Phantom of his world (in this specific scenario it's Tucker) did not succeed and was killed by Nocturn

Nocturn at the height of his power is able to use his foot in the dream realm to clip through space, aka he can make portals, at first he just uses them to spread across the world, he teaches Danny to do the same

one day he lets slip that he can make portals to other alternate universes, and that when they are finished feeding on this world, they will move to another

at this point, with Nocturn growing overconfident and complacent, his grip on Danny's mind starts to slip, Danny starts to miss his friends, he starts to regret what they've done

in a moment of gathered willpower he decides to open a portal to a world where his friends are still alive, but midway through he hesitates, what will they think of him? he killed them after all, wouldn't they hate him? wouldn't they think he was a monster? he desperately wants to see them but he can't bare to have them see him this way

the portal opens, but it opens to a world of lush green leaves, a huge tree with a girl sitting beneath it, she has her hand on the trunk, she's crying

he recognises her

the portal had found a version of his friend who would not hate or judge him for what he had done, it found a version of his friend who was just like him

he speaks to this Sam and she tells him that he can't be here, that she killed him, his body was beneath this tree, Danny was her Phantom

he tells her where he is from, that he's escaped to find the friends he lost, he says she's not the Sam he knew, but she's clearly a Sam who regrets as he regrets, who wants what he wants, he reaches out his hand and asks her to come with him, they still have one friend left to find

she takes his hand

he opens another portal, this time to an Amity buried in sand, there's a boy holding a golden staff, he stares out over the buried ruins of the city, the grave of his friends and family, one he had dug himself with the whispers of Hotep Ra in his ear and the memories of an ancient king piloting his body, Sam was his Phantom

Danny and Sam reach out, they tell him to come with them, they'll find a new home together, in a world where none of them exist, a world that none of them have broken

he takes their hands

from here they can go anywhere, to any universe, to find a place for themselves where they are away from the influences that changed them, they are still monsters, in their own ways, with powers granted to them by those who changed them

Danny cannot survive without feeding off dreams, he roams through the dream realm every night, giving people pleasant dreams but leaving them tired and drained come morning

but he thinks perhaps if he feeds lightly, takes just enough energy from just enough people, if he makes sure to feed from different people every night, perhaps he won't need to cause anyone harm

Sam needs sunshine and soil to thrive, but she still has no sympathy for the humans who destroy nature, dragging anyone who threatens her into the ground with her roots

but maybe she can use her powers for something more, rejuvenate the land she walks on, find and connect with humans who want what she wants, they're out there, she knows, she used to be one of them

Tucker uses his magic to survive, to steal food and clothes and shelter for them all, he may have left his kingdom but he is still a king, why shouldn't he take whatever he wants? who are they to tell him no? he could crush them like bugs in his fist, they were only peasants

but does he need to kill them? can't he just take what he needs and make them forget? he has killed so many already, and for what? an empty desolate kingdom? he left that place for a reason

as the influence of their manipulators wanes, the people they once were slowly return to them, they will never be the same, they have been changed far too much, but they are together, and together they remember how to be people again, not quite the people they all once knew, but close enough to count

but eventually their guardians will notice they are missing, Nocturn will follow a trail through dimensions, he will meet others whose wards have disappeared, they will come looking for their disobedient runaway children, and they will destroy whatever lies in their path to get them back

#Spotify #danny phantom #dp #lula's aus #void danny #plant sam #king tuck #reverse trio au #inverse trio au #you could throw them into the DC universe #or Marvel or MHA #you could send them anywhere #so many opportunities #what's extra fun is technically they were all the goths of their universes

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marche-murmure · 1 month

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Zombie sur le point kilométrique 12

"Alors t'es content d'être là ? T'es content de servir le pays à l'autre bout du monde ? On s'éclate, on vit une aventure."

Le petit Sergent Chef me demande ça comme si ma réponse coulait de source.

"Non 'chef, je sais pas ce qu'on fout là, je comprends p..."

"Ha toi, toujours à râler, on t'offre une opportunité que tu ne mérites même pas et tu râles, tu râles tout le temps ! De toute façon j'avais dit au CDU que t'avais une mentalité de merde et qu'il fallait pas te prendre."

"Reçu 'chef".

Il s'en va d'un pas lourd, comme pour me gueuler dessus une deuxième fois et je me retrouve seul sous la tente, interloqué.

On voit la même chose, là dehors ?

Je me posais cette question là, à chaque fois qu'on sortait de M'POKO ou que je prenais ma garde sur les remparts. Ce connard de 'chef en tout cas, lui, ne les voyait pas.

Vous les voyez vous, les Zombies, qui trainent sous nos postes de gardes, qui déambulent dans Bangui ?

Je suis sur qu'il y en avait un.

A notre dernière patrouille sur PK-12.

Le type qui s'est arrêté devant le VBL, qui s'est tordu, genre... complétement à l'envers, il s'est tordu la colonne vertébrale et il nous regardait... à l'envers ! Il se tenait en suspension juste au dessus du capot.

C'était un Zombie ça non ? C'est pas possible d'avoir un regard comme ça, de se tordre comme ça et de ne pas être un Zombie.

Je lui ai hurlé dessus pour qu'il se pousse depuis la tourelle du véhicule, j'ai raqué mon arme, j'ai aligné mes organes de visée sur son buste et je lui ai hurlé : "ALLEZ MONSIEUR, FAUT BOUGER LA".

Et il m'a pointé du regard. Toujours tordu, toujours "à l'envers". Il a riposté, avec ses yeux.

"VOUS BOUGEZ OU JE VAIS DEVOIR OUVRIR LE FEU, CIRCULEZ !".

Toujours tordu, toujours à l'envers, impassible, son regard cerné par les cicatrices des coups de machettes sur sa gueule, son bras amputé suspendu comme une croix inversée, ses oreilles l'une manquante et l'autre déchirée, à me fixer.

Le CCH commence à se chier dessus, le pilote aussi, on est là, avec notre petit blindé, bloqué par un homme en ruine qui porte sur ses épaules toute la souffrance du pays qui l'entoure. Qui nous fixe. Qui a arrêté par sa seule détresse, sa seule souffrance, toute une colonne de l'armée de terre. La personnification de l'agonie de tout un peuple qui nous broie du regard.

Je sais plus quoi lui dire pour qu'il s'écarte, je vais pas lui tirer dessus. Je regrette déjà d'avoir crié, j'aimerai juste descendre de là, le prendre dans mes bras et lui dire que je suis désolé, profondément désolé.

Il a fini par s'écarter. Je sais pas au bout de combien de temps, tout était figé, j'avais froid malgré les 45° et l'humidité.

Par la suite, je l'ai souvent croisé la nuit, alors qu'il est collé contre le pare-buffle, au lieu de s'écarter, il s'anime brutalement, il saute sur le capot et m'attaque sur la tourelle. Et j'ai beau lui vider l'intégralité de mon chargeur dans la tronche, il parvient toujours par me saisir et il me bouffe le visage, ou tout ce qui dépasse.

Même si ce ne sont que des cauchemars, croyez moi, sentir qu'on vous démmembre vif, ça fait... bizarre.

Zombie increvable, immunisé aux balles.

Comme si j'étais coupable de tout ça.

J'ai appris avec le temps, que cette action de tirer (et d'avoir des tirs qui n'ont pas d'effet sur la cible) sur ce type dans mes flippes nocturnes, c'était la matérialisation de mon impuissance par mon inconscient.

Que je me sens responsable de n'avoir rien fait et que je me le fais payer de cette façon.

Mais j'aurais fait quoi moi ? Sauver tout un pays avec mes deux mains ? Je comprends pas pourquoi je m'inflige ça.

En Mars 2025, ça fera 10 ans, que, de temps en temps, le soir, un mec tordu éviscère mes potes devant moi, qui tire en hurlant comme un débile, pour un effet nul. Avant de me faire bouffer en dernier.

5.56 ineptes pour Zombie éthéré.

Le pire c'est que vu son état d'alors, il doit certainement être décédé depuis des lustres.

C'est parce que je t'ai pas sauvé que tu veux me butter si souvent le soir ? J'avais des ordres...

Quand tu as commencé à me traquer, j'étais tellement en colère tout le temps. Tu m'as rendu fou.

Tu marchais sur mes rêves, tu piétinais mes pensées, tu m'as hanté, toi et tout l'enfer à ciel ouvert qui te servait de pays.

J'ai tout perdu, j'ai chuté au fond des limbes de ma propre conscience, à vainement tenter de me débarrasser de toi.

Que voulais tu de plus ? Que je me fume ? J'y ai pensé, des jours, des nuits, des mois, des années, j'y pense encore.

Je sais que tu vas m'avoir à l'usure. Je le sais. Je vivrais pas vieux.

Tu m'attends dans le petit trou où ils me jetteront quand j'aurais cané.

J'aurais ta gueule pleine de cicatrices devant la mienne pour l'éternité.

Toujours à te dissimuler dans les ombres, à lever mon coude 10 fois de trop pour que je t'oublie, à me ronger le crâne avec tes dents.

10 ans que je te survis. Je t'ai laissé derrière moi, avec tous les autres. Si j'avais pas pu claquer des doigts et tous vous sauver, je l'aurais fait.

Regarde ma gueule, regarde bien ma gueule,

Et tu verras, elle te dira, tout ce qu'il resta de moi,

L'indicible impuissance, la déchirante vérité,

15 jours avant le retour, le 12/05/2015,

Sur cette photo, "je souriais".

#témoignage #journal intime #cauchemars #écrire #texte français #psychologie

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ieatsmallorphansnamedtom · 2 years

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Stardew Valley Bachelor/Bachelorette's Music Taste HCs

These are the songs I think the bachelors and bachelorettes would have on their playlists.

Bachelors:

Sam

Take on Me - a-ha

Walking On Sunshine - Katrina & The Waves

Tainted Love - Soft Cell

What I Like About You - The Romantics

Friday I'm In Love - The Cure

Shane

Master Of Puppets - Metallica

Freak - Silverchair

Zero - The Smashing Pumpkins

Battery - Metallica

Come As You Are - Nirvana

Elliott

Un Sospiro - Franz Liszt

Nocturne in E Flat Major, Op. 9 - No.2 - Frédéric Chopin

Rêverie, L. 68 - Claude Debussy

Clair De Lune - Claude Debussy

Time For A Change - Aaron Cousland

Sebastian

505 - Arctic Monkeys

Plush - Stone Temple Pilots

cold weather - glass beach

Invocation - Meth Wax

Credit In The Straight World - Hole

Harvey

My Girl - The Temptations

I'm a Believer - The Monkees

Reet Petite - Jackie Wilson

Cheek to Cheek - Fred Astaire

Fly Me To The Moon - Frank Sinatra, Count Basie

Alex

California Dreamin' - The Mamas & The Papas

For Once In My Life - Stevie Wonder

Kokomo - Beach Boys

Bad Moon Rising - Creedence Clearwater Revival

Joy To The World - Three Dog Night

Bachelorettes:

Penny

A Mermaid in Lisbon - Patrick Watson, Teresa Salgueiro

I'd Like To Walk Around In Your Mind - Vashti Bunyan

Don't Believe - Vashti Bunyan

The Moon Song - beabadoobee, Oscar Lang

B Side - San Cisco

Emily

I / Me / Myself - Will Wood

2econd 2ight 2eer - Will Wood

Amnesia Was Her Name - Lemon Demon

Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny - Lemon Demon

The Ballad of Hamantha - Jack Stauber's Micropop

Leah

Rät - Penelope Scott

People Eater - Sodikken

no body, no crime - Taylor Swift, HAIM

Motion Sickness - Pheobe Bridgers

Old Man - Stella Donnelly

Maru

Rät - Penelope Scott

Beware of the Dogs - Stella Donnelly

Your Light - Big Moon

Groan - Dazey and the Scouts

Sweet Cis Teen - Dazey and the Scouts

Abigail

i'm gonna tell my therapist on you - Pinkshift

Bowling Alley Carpet - Gum Disease

Kill the Chord - Gaffa Tape Sandy

Clean Jeans - Remember Sports

Vixen - Destroy Boys

Haley

Every Blondie song ever

Black Velvet - Alannah Myles

Leave a Light On - Belinda Carlisle

The Best - Tina Turner

The Tide Is High - Blondie

One Way Or Another - Blondie

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The Battle of Mogadishu

October 3 to 4, 1993

"Black Hawk Down"

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The Battle of Mogadishu is an infamous battle between US Task Force Ranger and the Somali Militia. The operation that led to the engagement was supposed to be a quick one, with the objective of capturing prominent lieutenants of the local warlord, Aidid.

However, due to a series of events, the operation quickly brokedown and an intense battle occured, lasting till the next day. During the battle, three Black Hawk helicopters were shot down, with the most notable being the two Black Hawks that crashed in hostile territory. Attempts to secure the crash site of the first helicopter led to many casulaties among the Ranger and Delta Force operators taking part in the mission.

Eventually, the Rangers and Delta Force operators would be extracted out of the hostile zone with the help of the nearby 10th Mountain Division and UN forces.

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@noxs-mun 's Moonlight Nocturn as a Delta Force Operator.

@askpokeeosin @f0rever-autumn and @flashmod as Rangers in the main convoy.

Silver as a Ranger.

@techbro-arts and @temper-temper as Black Hawk pilots, with @randomgurustuffs as a Delta Force sniper.

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Titan History: Camazotz

Welcome once again to Monarch: After Dark, the digital gateway between you and the organisation dedicated to understanding and navigating this troubled new world we live in.

For today's communication, we look to a Titan whose awakening was foretold by ancient legend, said to be the beginning of darkness falling upon the world; the demonic lord of the night, Camazotz.

(Pictured above: Artistic pinup of Camazotz, courtesy of Outpost 33's chief expedition manager, Mohammad "Zid" Yazid)

Monarch Database File: Camazotz

Monarch Designation: Titanus Camazotz

Height: 164 feet

Wingspan: 402 feet

Nature: Bio-Sonic

Behavioural Classification: Destroyer

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"A darkness will swallow the world, and the King of the Deep will rise and rise, and the sun will die on his tongue..."

The above quote, an English translation of an ancient Iwi prophecy, does well to invoke the fear that Camazotz plants deep in the hearts of those who hear it. A giant bat, with torn wings decorated with lethal spikes, demonic horns and fangs, and an armour-plated body, Camazotz is sure to be almost exactly how one would envision him upon hearing about him.

A nocturnal tyrant, only emerging under cover of darkness to claim the land for his own, Camazotz does not act on his own. A Titan ruler in his own right, Camazotz commands an army of draconic bat-like minions that will swarm his enemies and tear them apart at his behest, or battle smaller opponents while Camazotz brawls with his main quarry.

(Artistic depiction of Camazotz and his minions battling G-Team pilots over San Diego, circa. 2019)

Camazotz has his roots deep in mythology, menacing humanity for thousands of years. On Skull Island, Camazotz is a beast of the night that lurks within the Hollow Earth, waiting for darkness to fall upon the island so that he can rise to conquer it. Some evidence uncovered by Monarch suggests that a temple dedicated to Camazotz rests somewhere in the Hollow Earth, complete with its own clan of bat-worshippers and a temple guardian who defends the territory in Camazotz's absence.

During the Monster Zero crisis, Camazotz awakened over San Diego, where he battled with G-Team fighter pilots alongside his army of minions. Following the battle, Camazotz retreated to Hollow Earth, waiting beneath Skull Island for his time to rise.

In 2021, Monster Zero seemed to posthumously grant Camazotz his desire. A storm generated by Monster Zero in the Pacific merged with the perpetual storm system surrounding Skull Island, plunging the island into darkness and chaos. Camazotz readily seized his opportunity and emerged from the vortex beneath the island.

(Pictured above: G-Team pilot Audrey Burns creating a sonic boom in front of Camazotz's face to disorient him, circa. 2021)

Camazotz did battle with Kong, the Titan guardian of Skull Island, aided by his hellish army. The two Titans fought viciously, though Camazotz's aerial superiority granted him the advantage over the landlocked Kong.

A daring plan by G-Team pilot Audrey Burns, who had been mentally scarred by Camazotz in 2019, was put into place to disorient him long enough for Kong to turn the tide of battle. Facing her fears head-on and refusing to back down, Burns triggered a sonic boom in the demon-bat's face, disorienting him long enough for Kong to take victory, banishing Camazotz back from whence he came by punching him back down into the Hollow Earth.

While Skull Island was quickly rendered uninhabitable in the aftermath of the battle, Monarch believe quite firmly that Camazotz is still alive, biding his time until he can strike again. To date, Monarch have yet to authorise the expedition into Hollow Earth to locate Camazotz's temple.

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And there you go! Camazotz is almost certainly a terrifying prospect, and the idea of him lurking deep in the Hollow Earth sends chills down Monarch's spine. While the Hollow Earth can take solace in having Kong as its protector, the outcome of their rematch will remain to be seen...

Until next time,

Monarch: After Dark

#monarch #monarch after dark #monsterverse #kong skull island #kingdom kong #camazotz #titanus camazotz #kong #titanus kong #skull island rpg

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Heinrich Prinz zu Sayyn-Wittgenstein

This is Heinrich Wittgenstein, a German Night Fighters ace, timeline:

1916: He was born in Copenhagen

1932: He joined the Hitler Youth

1933: He became a Kameradschaftsführer (group leader).

1933: Adolf Hitler was appointed Reich Chancellor

1933: From Easter until fall of 1933 he led the group's military-sports activities as a Wehrsportleiter

1934: He led the work unit 2/1/113 (Gefolgschaft) and received further pre-military sports training at the different camps of the unit 113 (Bann) and at the Regional Leaders' School (Gebietsführerschule)

1935: He received his Abitur from the Realgymnasium, a higher education facility, in Freiburg in Breisgau.

1937: Wittgenstein decided on a military career and joined the 17. Kavallerie-Regiment (17th Cavalry Regiment) in Bamberg.

1937: He transferred to the Luftwaffe in the summer and, in October, he was accepted at the flight training school in Braunschweig.

1938: He received his officer's commission and was promoted to Leutnant (second lieutenant)

1939: The Second World War began.

1940: Wittgenstein experienced his first combat action on the Western Front in the Battle of France and, later, during the Battle of Britain.

1940: He received the Iron Cross second class.

1940: He received the Iron Cross first class.

1940-41: Wittgenstein returned to pilot school and took his Luftwaffe Advanced Pilot's Certificate 2

1941: In preparation for Operation Barbarossa, the German invasion of the Soviet Union, his unit moved to Eichwalde in East Prussia.

1941: Wittgenstein transferred to the night fighter force. By this time, he had flown 150 combat missions.

1941:

1942: Wittgenstein had left KG 51 by January, after he had volunteered for the night fighter force and been appointed Staffelkapitän (squadron leader).

1942: He claimed his first nocturnal victory.

1942: Wittgenstein received the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross (Ritterkreuz des Eisernen Kreuzes) on 7 October 1942, after 22 aerial victories.

1943: Wittgenstein was moved to the Eastern Front in February 1943 after he had been appointed Gruppenkommandeur (group commander) of the IV./Nachtjagdgeschwader 5 (IV./NJG 5—4th Squadron of the 5th Night Fighter Wing) on 1 December 1942.

1943: He was appointed Gruppenkommandeur of the II./NJG 3.

1943: Wittgenstein became the 290th recipient of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Oak Leaves after 54 aerial victories .

1943: Wittgenstein was ordered to take over command of the II./Nachtjagdgeschwader 2 (II./NJG 2—2nd Groupe of the 2nd Night Fighter Wing).

1944: He was appointed Geschwaderkommodore (wing commander) of NJG 2 ; he had already reached 68 aerial victories.

1944: He died on January 21st.

1944: He was posthumously awarded the 44th Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Oak Leaves and Swords.

Sources:

Wikipedia: Heinrich Wittgenstein

Military Wiki: Heinrich Wittgenstein

❗❗I DON'T SUPPORT NAZISM,FASCISM OR ZIONISM IN ANY WAY, THIS IS JUST AN EDUCATIONAL POST❗❗

#reichblr #ww2 germany #ww2 history #studyblr #heinrich wittgenstein

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Lesson 2: Isle of Secrets

Eagus really outdid himself today.

With every heavy step that landed on the grass, you thought it might incinerate from your burning feet. Your muscles that ached continued to vibrate, and the sensation of still being hammered by a bamboo stick created aftershocks of agony.

You lifted up the sleeve of your uniform to see a scathing red imprint of where the bamboo had struck. You had failed to parry it.

"If this were a real battle, your arm would be gone by now." You could still hear Eagus lambasting you in that militant tone of his.

The sun had long set, and miles and miles of cobalt sky surrounded Skyloft. Not even the other far-off islands were visible once the radiance of the sun began to fade away. Your knuckles cracked as you began to turn the doorknob of the Knight Academy. You swore you could feel your soft, cotton sheets calling to you from the other side.

Actually, it was Karane who was calling out to you.

"Y/N?" She winced when she took a gander at your besmirched clothing and battered body.

"Oh, Y/N, how long did you stay at Eagus's? Don't tell me you've been practicing since class ended." She tapped her foot impatiently, crossing her arms to warn you about the imminent earful you were about to receive. That was until Pipit walked through the door.

Pipit was an exemplary student of Professor Owlan who had graduated and been dubbed a knight. He now had the role of nocturnal guard, patrolling the perimeters of Skyloft and looking out for citizen safety. He was swift in combat, an outstanding Loftwing pilot, and easy on the eyes.

At least, easy to Karane's eyes.

They were both insufferable to watch. Every time Pipit would greet Karane, he said her name as if it were milk chocolate threatening to melt on his tongue. It was careful, precise, and seductive. Their eyes would pirouette around each other, covering every surface from their lips to the dimensions of each other's shoulder blades.

Something had to give between the two.

"Oh-h, um, hi, Pipit." A blush as red and thick as the mane on Karane's head began to cover her face.

"Hey." You added not wanting to appear rude, but clearly unenthusiastic.

"Y/N. Karane." Pipit removed his long fern knight hat, nodding at you both. "Good night to you ladies. I hope you are in for the night; you shouldn't be out when the monsters begin to roam."

"Nope, we are going to study for the big Loftwing midterm! Aren't we, Y/N?" She wrapped an arm around your shoulder, causing you to yelp.

"Good to hear." Pipit strolled away, leaving Karane's breath labored, as if she had just run up and down the stairs of the goddess statue.

"Good grief. Just tell him how you feel."

She stomped her foot. "No! Look at him, Y/N! That man is out of my league. Knighted, intelligent, mannerly, and- "

"Karane, didn't you hear how he said your name? He didn't even look at me."

"Frankly, Y/N, I don't even want to look at you; you're a sight for sore eyes right now."

"Funny." Yet your response lacked laughter.

As your feet shuffled down the hall, Karane was hot on your heels, nagging you about how you're overexerting yourself. You walked past your classroom, which was vacant, except for Link and Zelda.

Karane's voice sounded far away as your attention faded elsewhere. You knew you shouldn't spy, but you couldn't help but notice how their heads appeared conjoined as a book sat in between them. You felt something begin to creep over you—something you didn't quite want to feel.

Something you refused to name.

And thankfully, you didn't have to. Link looked up, spotting you.

Ugh.

You quickly scattered away from the door.

"Y/N?" Karane walked past the classroom. The sound of her snickering behind you was a prelude to what she was going to say next. "Ah, Mr.Ew and Zelda are in there."

"So, they are." You ignored her comment, knowing that if you acknowledged it, she'd press you about Link.

The complexity of whatever it was you were feeling was pressing enough. You changed the subject. "So, tomorrow we are meeting at 7 to study before class?"

"You betcha. That is as long as you get up on time." She teased. "Good night, Y/N."

"Night, Karane."

You approached your bedroom, your body craving the feeling of cushion and your heart craving to be alone and undisturbed. As you began to open your door, strange grunts came from the room adjacent to yours.

It belonged to Fletch.

You took the ajar crack of his door as an invitation for you to peek inside. You decided you were being awfully nosey tonight. Fletch was on the floor, propped up on his arms, lowering himself with a dramatic huff. You watched his puny biceps fight to bulge in and out as he continued to attempt to do some push-ups.

The atmosphere has been so tense lately.

The stress levels had to be at an all-time high if even Fletch was working out for the Loftwing competition.

Of course, the winner would get to have a private rendezvous with Zelda beneath the goddess statue; who wouldn't want that?

Besides you.

You stalked back to your room, ready to rest your weary body and the unsettling pit in your stomach that had formed from seeing Link and Zelda huddled so close together.

Clank Clank Clank

A tapping sound on your window made you shoot your eyes open and flip your covers off. Sava, your loftwing, blessed with feathers that glimmered gold, banged her beak against your window. You rubbed your eyes, notating the time on your clock.

12 am.

Perfect.

You slipped into your favorite long, wool Skyloftian dress, which would ward off the brutal chill of the barren night sky. You grabbed your leather riding boots, layering thick cashmere socks beneath them, lacing them up, and knotting them securely around your calves.

Unlatching your window and sliding it open, you hopped out, only to be greeted with friendly nudges from Sava.

"Hey girl, ready for some fun?"

The sound of a twig snapped in the distance, causing you both to grow quiet.

What you were about to do was strictly prohibited. Getting caught meant instant dismissal from the Knight Academy.

You continued to pet Sava, both of you remaining silent.

Pipit should be done his rounds by now.

Knights-to-be were not to go wandering around the archipelago of islands until they were considered knights. An untrained knight could encounter perils they were not yet equipped for, or worse, they could fall down below to the forbidden surface.

You waited for another moment, ready to sneak back inside, when a feral remlit jumped out.

Whew.

You quickly mounted Sava and blasted off into the sanctuary of the sky, leaving the remlit to snarl at the cloud of dust you left in your stead.

As you flew, you couldn't shake the uneasiness of something being off.

You continued to soar amongst the splotches of dark clouds until they coalesced into a murky gray. The familiar beam of light you had grown accustomed to began to flicker at you, beckoning you to follow it like a finger. You and Sava continued to fly, traveling along the cascading golden road of light.

Then it happened.

The rain.

Rain was a big deal to you. It was actually a major life event, considering rain did not occur on Skyloft or its many floating neighbors, such as the Lumpy Pumpkin.

You've been flying out here the past few months to this mysterious island that coaxed you with a single ray of light. Once you felt the precursor of water hailing from the sky and onto your flesh, you knew you were close. An earthy scent hung beneath your nose as your clothes became saturated with raindrops. This experience had changed you, making you realize how limited your perception of the sky was.

Perhaps even more confining was what you were taught about the surface.

You had yet to know what to call this enigma of an island. Sure, it was dreary thanks to the constant flow of rain and smears of ashen sky. Compared to the sunny paradise of Skyloft, it was quite puzzling how you could see any beauty on this island.

But it felt sacred. Holy.

The first time you and Sava landed, you were enrobed in an ancient splendor that not even the grand goddess statue in Skyloft could invoke.

There was something else, too. It was lonely. And the solitude this island offered felt like a gift. A gift that was only meant to belong to you.

Aside from the odd tranquility that drew you in, the main reason you kept sneaking back was because of the temple. There was a temple, warped by water and muddled by time. A suspended bridge jutted from the temple, broken off so that it wouldn't meet the isle and connect you to the entrance. Even the most skilled of Loftwing pilots would not be able to enter this temple; the ledge was too small for a Loftwing to land on and too risky for a Skyloftian to attempt to jump to.

With the inlet being buried at the bottom of the temple and inaccessible, a visitor would be forced to land among the island, which held a stone grid of concrete that sprawled around the surface and a giant dial that jutted from out in the center of it. It was clear to you that this was some sort of puzzle, one that you couldn't seem to figure out.

But you were certain that you could somehow connect the pieces of the suspended bridge so that you could enter the temple.

So, tonight, like every night since your discovery, you would return to the island and fiddle with the dial.

As you began to push it—the marble too heavy for your fatigued muscles—you heard another twig snap.

You felt as if your heart had plummeted below to the surface.

Someone followed you here.

Someone knew your secret.

What you didn't know was that someone held the key to the mysterious island and all of its secrets that were concealed.

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Index of Works

Warhammer 40,000 Rogue Trader Fanfiction

Predator & Prey - A reworking of Chapter 4 of the Rogue Trader CRPG, focusing on the Marazhai Aezyrraesh and Rogue Trader romance to make it more Iconoclast-astic. There's also plenty of mutual pining between the Rogue Trader and Heinrix van Calox to go around. I tongue-in-cheek call the story an "I can fix it!" romance, since that's what my Iconoclast Rogue Trader wanted to do, but there's much more nuance to it than that. Themes are heavy, and there is violence and heavy sexual content. WIP.

My Knight So Daring - An Imperial Knight!Heinrix x Noble!Rogue Trader AU. It features Heinrix van Calox not as the Interrogator we know and love, but as a fearsome Knight pilot and sworn to marry a woman from the planet he just helped conquer. If you love some enemies to lovers romance and arranged marriage tropes, I think you'll like this. Heavy sexual content. WIP.

My Blood & My Right - A short story of love and dynasties between two famed Rogue Traders of the Koronus Expanse: the scion of the von Valancius family and Calligos Winterscale. Heavy sexual content. Complete.

When Stars Collide - An alternate ending to Chapter 9 of Predator & Prey. Featuring a one-night-stand between the Rogue Trader and Calligos Winterscale. Heavy sexual content. Complete.

To Worship at the Altar - An alternate ending to Chapter 11 of Predator & Prey. The Rogue Trader was always Heinrix van Calox's to lose in the main storyline, and he comes to his senses here. Heavy sexual content. Complete.

Long Have I Waited, Long Have I Loved - A one-shot, featuring Lord Inquisitor Heinrix van Calox worrying over the fate of his favorite Interrogator. Written for Skolas. Heavy sexual content. Complete.

The Lady and the Mouse - A sweet one-shot featuring Lady Cassia Orsellio and the Rogue Trader. The Rogue Trader thinks he's found a gift to help Lady Cassia settle into life aboard his void ship. Complete.

A Hunter's Ballad - A two-shot, featuring Calligos Winterscale and the Rogue Trader. Lord Winterscale invites Lady von Valancius on a hunt, and finds she needs the break as much as he does. Written for Aparima. Part 1 is sweet. Part 2 has heavy sexual content. Complete.

A Lonely Stage - An angsty one-shot, featuring Marazhai Aezyrraesh trying to put his past to rest before he can become a Harlequin. Written for Pallysuune. Heavy sexual content. Complete.

Of Fools and Stars - A one shot featuring Lienna von Valancius and Marazhai Aezyrraesh. Marazhai has been injured and the Lord Captain tends to his needs. Written for Indigo Scribbles. Heavy sexual content. Complete.

Choices - A one-shot, featuring Elena Caelys and Lord Inquisitor Heinrix van Calox and showcasing the events that culminated in their relationship. If you like the trapped in a cave while it is raining outside trope, you will like this. Written for Skolas. Heavy sexual content. Complete.

Of the Earth - A one-shot, featuring Melianna von Valancius and Heinrix van Calox. It is the sex pollen trope: that's really all you need to know. Written for Pallysuune. Heavy sexual content. Complete.

Paper Flowers - The Lord Captain has heard it is Cassia Orsellio's birthday. Only, he doesn't have a gift for her. He'll have to change that. Complete.

Paint Dreams - The Lord Captain has been summoned by his Cassia Orsellio to help with some important task. Lord Edmant von Valancius is ready for anything. Complete.

Warhammer 40,000 Rogue Trader Drabbles

Kiss Prompt #47: ...out of spite (Aurelia/Calligos)

Kiss Prompt #36: ...to give up control (Aurelia/Calligos)

Kiss Prompt #38: ...because they're running out of time (Aurelia/Heinrix)

Kiss Prompt #3 & #42: ...goodbye and ...out of pride (Aurelia/Heinrix)

Kiss Prompt #44: ...out of lust (Aurelia/Heinrix)

Kiss Prompt #7: ...to shut them up (Aurelia/Heinrix)

Kiss Prompt #24: ...in danger (Aurelia/Marazhai)

Kiss Prompt #23: ...in relief (Aurelia/Marazhai)

Kiss Prompt #17: ...to distract (Aurelia/Nocturne of Oblivion)

Kiss Prompt #36, #16 & #20: ...to give up control; ...in grief; and ...on a scar (Gisla/Alaric; Aurelia/Heinrix)

Artwork

Aurelia von Valancius portrait by Arcandoria

Do Drukhari Dance? (feat. Marazhai & Aurelia) by Sanzosin

Aurelia & Marazhai by Nananarc

Merelia (Mermaid Aurelia!) by Darka-art

Guisorn III Wedding Bells (feat. Heinrix & Aurelia) by Skolas

Aurelia in Blue by Darka-art

Aurelia on Steed by Cadencespark

Hark! A Knight Intuition (feat. Heinrix & Aurelia) by Archtech-Fox

Rogue Trader & Master of Whispers (feat. Marazhai & Aurelia) by Indigo Scribbles

Aurelia von Valancius Portrait by Skolas

#writing #fanfic

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Hawaiian Spinner Dolphins (Stenella longirostris longirostris), Big Island, Hawaii.

Spinner dolphins of Hawaii are nocturnal feeders and forage in deep scattering layers, which contain many species. Off Oahu, Hawaii, spinner dolphins forage at night and cooperatively herd their prey into highly dense patches. They swim around the prey in a circle and a pair may swim through the circle to make a catch. Spinner dolphins are in turn preyed on by sharks, orcas, false killer whales, pygmy killer whales, and short-finned pilot whales.

Spinner dolphins in Hawaii receive multiple daily visits to their near-shore resting grounds, with boats taking people out daily to snorkel and interact with the local dolphin population. Such activities are increasingly coming under criticism on the grounds of possible harm to the dolphins, and efforts are being made both to educate the public in order to minimize human impact on the dolphins, and to bring in regulations to govern these activities.

#'7' references #hawaii #dolphins #enneagram cycle

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WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tag, @optiwashere! As for my tags, I wanna see what @psychspark has cooking! 👀

Think I just have 2 rn that have actual writing and not just outlines: Sip Happens chapter 3, and the t4t Nocturne x Karlach fic I been sitting on for a while.

Sip Happens Chapter 3 (still deciding on a song for the chap title):

"Fink lit a cigarette with a pilot light before shutting them off. They hauled a large bag of trash out the back door, throwing it in the dumpster with both hands, their cigarette resting between their lips. They took a long drag, leaning against a cold brick wall in the alley. Their head was still spinning from the booze. The smoke was not helping.

Karlach was clearly in pain. Why would she try to hide that from me? They slid down the wall until they were sitting on the cool asphalt. A strong, frigid wind nipped at their skin. The temperature, at least, was helping sober them up slightly. They flicked away their spent cigarette and lit another. Did I do something to upset her? They leaned their head back on the wall and appreciated the moon and stars. It was an unusually clear night for this time of year.

She’ll realize I’m not good enough for her sooner or later. Tears stung at the corners of their eyes. Did Lae’zel say something? Fuck. I should have told her how much she means to me. In the rush to open the bar, they didn’t have a chance to talk. Their tears saturated the pavement as they continued smoking in the alley, convinced that they had ruined their friendship."

Am I Meant to be Alone?:

"Off of the main room that the party occupied in the tavern, Nocturne found an empty balcony where she was finally able to let out everything that she had been holding in. She sat on the bench looking over the city and sobbed. The dam that she had started building the day Shadowheart left to retrieve the artifact finally crumbled. What a blessing for Shar to continually lavish her with loss. Loss each time Shadowheart returned from the mirror and did not remember her. Loss when the Mother Superior chose to send her away on a suicide mission. Loss when Shadowheart had unexpectedly returned from that mission alive and well and in love with someone else. Nocturne had attempted to revel in these blessings quietly, but her prayers had reached those inside the main room, and Karlach joined her on the balcony, interrupting her worship."

Sorry if the formatting is fucked up, doing this on my phone is P A I N.

#WIP Wednesday #my writing #bg3 fanfic #*sighs* maybe one day I'll actually finish AIMTBA

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the-queen-and-the-king · 3 months

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Flight plan

Summary: Aaron and Emily are hungry for each other after a full week of working on a case without a moment for them. They're going back to Virginia from the other side of the country. It's a long flight and they can't wait...

Characters: Aaron Hotchner x Emily Prentiss (and a tiny bit of BAU team also)

Contents: basically, smut without plot. :D (light sexting, quite rough sex then) NSFW/MINORS DNI

PS : English is not my mother language so they are necessarily mistakes. Sorry about that.

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Shall we meet at your place or mine?

Emily was sitting in the back of the SUV driven by Dave. Spencer, next to him, was quibbling about the origin of the illustrations on American license plates. None of them seemed to be paying any attention to what she was doing.

We can meet at my place. Jack is with his grandmother.

Aaron was in the car in front, co-piloting Derek, who was arguing with JJ about who had impressed the suspect more between him and her. They stood their ground, oblivious to the presence of the vehicle's third passenger.

No school tomorrow?

No. Not this week. A pipe has burst, and all the premises are unusable until next Monday.

The BAU director never abbreviated his messages, even though the risk of being caught by his neighbors was great. But his lover was used to it, and by mimicry – or by a taste for danger – adhered to the same grammatical rigor.

I can’t wait.

So am I.

I thought this investigation would never end.

A week. Seven days since they left Quantico. For seven days, they'd been rubbing shoulders like colleagues, without being able to exchange more than a few discreet brushes. Seven days of pretending because no one knew about the two of them. Emily was so hungry for him that she wished she had the power to teleport across the country, right into his bed. Or anywhere else in his apartment, to be honest, neither of them being particularly demanding on the matter.

What I’m supposed to say? The top you wore yesterday showed off your assets particularly well.

He'd had to summon all his strength when he'd seen her enter the hotel reception room not to make her take the elevator back immediately, drag her into her room and make love to her until he was exhausted. Instead, he'd refrained from being alone in her presence all day and focused more than ever on an invisible spot on her forehead when he had to talk to her so as not to dive into that cleavage that was giving him the eye.

And you didn't even come to my room to enjoy them? My assets.

She could see he hadn't been insensitive to her outfit. It wasn't the first time he'd seen her with it, not even since their relationship was no longer strictly professional, but after six days of abstinence, a tight top revealing the curves of her breasts was enough to make him forget even his first name. He was tall, handsome, intelligent, and well-dressed, but he was still a man, with all the weaknesses that implied. And yet, he held on.

I'll remind you that I shared a room with Derek. He may snore like a fighter jet, but his hearing is sharp.

Like many ex-policemen and officers still in active service, the slightest suspicious or unusual noise immediately woke him from any phase of his sleep. Like a hotel door opening surreptitiously in the middle of the night, for example. The two men had been paired together at the last minute due to an unannounced booking from a personality whose standing – obviously – surpassed that of the federal agents. With the establishment fully booked, this led to a cohabitation that forced the two lovers to belt it out. Torture for fans of nocturnal reunions on the sly during the course of an investigation. They had already lost count of the number of secret rendezvous they had perpetrated all over the country. Aaron wondered how they hadn't been spotted earlier by their colleagues, knowing that this was typically the kind of exaction that aroused their gossip antennae.

Too bad for you. Because I thought about you so much, all alone in my room that night.

Did you enjoy it?

Oh, yes!

A lot.

Twice.

She wasn’t even pretending. Unable to sleep because of the fire that had been burning inside her for several days, she had ended up indulging in a more solitary, but no less effective, practice. As she knew her partner's anatomy very well, she had no difficulty imagining him moving in and out of her, his muscular torso weighing on her without crushing her, his effort moans singing in her ears. She came very quickly. Too in her opinion. She had therefore granted herself a second round that stretched out over a longer period of time, for the same jubilant conclusion.

Twice! That sets the bar very high.

I don't think you'll have any trouble meeting this challenge.

Your trust honors me.

I'd rather talk about my experience.

He barely suppressed the smile of satisfaction that had almost stretched his lips. JJ had settled back in her seat, a victorious look on her face. Derek grumbled as he gripped the steering wheel, but it wouldn't be long before he was aware of his surroundings again. In other words, what his neighbor was making. Neighbor who had been tapping away on his phone for too long for someone who was supposed to be single. The sight of a blissful grin would have been too suspicious for him. While the giant had much to be proud of, since the lovemaking he indulged in with his partner was rarely limited to a single occurrence and, more than that, fulfilled both participants, he refrained from expressing it openly.

We are arriving.

How many hours of flying are there?

Four.

I have the feeling that I'm going to have to isolate myself for a few moments to think very, very hard about you again.

And she turned off her phone screen just as Dave signaled that they had reached their destination. Spencer obviously hadn't finished his presentation, since he was now talking about Oregon plates. The BAU co-founder parked next to the SUV of the first trio. Emily walked down to the tarmac, retrieved her bag from the trunk and ogled her lover's posterior as he climbed the steps to the ramp. The suit he was wearing undeniably didn't do justice to what was underneath, but his partner's visual memory did what was necessary to show her what she couldn't see. And her lower abdomen demanded more than just this virtual substitution. In fact, her whole being longed for real carnal contact with him. Her fingers wanted his fingers, her skin, his skin; her mouth, his mouth; her sex, his sex. It was as basic as that, but not as simple as it looked. A four-hour flight and a thirty-minute drive separated them from the next merger. That and four exceptional profilers gravitating around them in the confined space of the jet.

Aaron sat opposite the youngest member of the team, with his back to the kitchenette and toilet. But he could see his beloved very clearly from where he stood. As long as his opposite was awake, he pretended to be rereading a file to pass on to the hierarchy – he didn't get past the first five lines, in fact – but when the kid took a definitive nosedive, he abandoned his pretense to gaze at the figure he was dying to hug. The clothes covering her highlighted her curves and reminded him how much he loved to see her naked. As usual, she wore her make-up with that classy simplicity which, from his point of view, was no substitute for the fact that she was far more beautiful nude. Her long dark hair cascaded harmoniously over her shoulders, without a single rebellious lock; but he much preferred to admire it in the early morning, tangled after a night of intense lovemaking.

Emily was fully aware of the gaze being cast on her, and it would have been a lie to say it didn't affect her. She only hoped that the smoldering embers deep inside her didn't ignite her face in the process. A furious desire to get up and ride the man who loved her had been rumbling inside her since the plane took off. Problem: JJ and Derek, sitting across from her, were still conscious and were even asking her opinion on the debate between them. Dave, on the other side of the bay, had already sunk, indifferent to the agitation of his peers. She would have given anything for the belligerent pair to fall asleep too. She was so excited by the idea of what awaited her if it happened that she could hardly stay in place. In vain, she tried to find a position for her legs that didn't bother her. And knowing that his irises were scrutinizing her with great interest didn't make things any easier.

Gradually, he heard the hubbub caused by the liaison officer and the ex-policeman subside until it died away altogether. Immediately, his companion's dark eyes swiveled in his direction and caught his gaze. So, without making a sound, she left her armchair, walked up the aisle and, after checking that Spencer was asleep, brushed his chin, skirting the collar of his shirt until it ended at his hairline. Then she disappeared behind him, and he heard the sound of a door opening and closing. The latch had not been engaged. This fleeting contact had the desired effect. He lingered a moment to make sure that his subordinate was out and that the last three were snoozing for good, then rested the folder hiding his erection on the seat and walked in his lover's footsteps.

The latter, barely concealed by the shutter, had taken off her shoes, unbuttoned her pants and folded them over the edge of the washbasin. She tensed when the scraping of the separating curtain was heard, then her heart raced again when someone discreetly tapped on the door. She half-opened it and Aaron slipped through. He pushed the door behind his back and locked it so that no one would catch them. Then it was time for a showdown. They threw themselves on top of each other, kissing as if they hadn't seen each other in months. Emily was slammed against the opposite wall before she knew it, but she didn't take offense, on a contrary. Thus pressed against the titan's body, she could feel how much he wanted her. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her lips entwined with his, she undulated against this relief that presaged a very pleasant future.

Without preamble, he slipped his hand into her panties and ventured as far as he could to assess the magnitude of his task ahead. He was thirsting for her like never before, but he also wanted to take her to heaven. What he discovered brought him some relief, as he had a hard-on and his stamina was unlikely to live up to her expectations. Luckily for him, his partner was more than ready to welcome him. However, he couldn't stop himself from bringing his arm back to delicately caressing all the erogenous zones of this part of her anatomy, lingering for a few moments on her clitoris. Playfully, the profiler altered the inclination of her pelvis to make things easier and amplify her sensations. Mouth pressed to his, she let out a muffled whimper and a spasm passed through her thighs.

When Aaron stopped stimulating her more than necessary, she stopped kissing him and, in communion with him, attacked his belt. Her only wish at the moment was to feel him deep inside her. Driven by the same motivation, they dropped his pants and shorts to his ankles in no time at all. Then, with a calculated impulse, she wrapped her legs around his hips and clung to his broad shoulders. The giant passed his hands under her buttocks and pushed himself into her intimacy. A wave of pleasure rolled down her chest and a heartfelt – and whispered – “yes” escaped her control. According to her, he was finally where he belonged. After a week of restriction, being so close to him – seeing him, smelling him, listening to him, and even touching him briefly – without being able to give free rein to their passion had been a torment. So, yes, she was happy for their bodies to fit together again and, even more so, to be the object of his frenzied assaults that were gradually making her lose control of herself.

They both knew it was essential to be as quiet as possible. This was a real challenge when you were invaded by ever-increasing sensations of ecstasy and had to work even harder to magnify them. Aaron gritted his teeth every time he pushed into that hot, sweaty den whose call was irresistible to him. It made him wonder how they'd been together for so long without climbing over each other earlier. As he waited for an answer to this mystery, he went back and forth between her loins with ever greater vigor, blowing through his nose to make as little noise as possible. It was a particularly difficult mission in this position, requiring the full deployment of his physical strength, even as each round trip sent sparks flying down his back. If they'd been at his or her place, his breathing would have been nothing more than a series of rales heralding the approaching apotheosis.

Eyes closed, Emily exhaled words and exclamations in a low voice in harmony with the rhythm of her companion's intrusions. Clinging to her suit jacket, she struggled to find a second wind as he accelerated further and her heart beat more violently against her ribs. She trembled, moaned, winced, bit her lip, clutched his hair. Her thoughts upside down, she didn't know what to do to curb her urge to openly express what she was feeling right now. Her lover's every thrust propelled her to the brink of orgasm, and she didn't know what to do to encourage him to plunge further, harder inside her and thus achieve his ends.

“Aar…”

He immediately placed his lips on hers to reduce the loudness of this surge. They stayed there for two trips, then needed to breathe deeply. Nevertheless, he had got the message and changed tactics, slowing his pace but penetrating deeper and more vigorously into her. Before long, his partner's intimate walls were closing in around him, gripping him in a vice that threatened to make him give up too soon. He had to hold on. No matter what. Despite the pain in his arms, despite the suffocating heat in that suit, despite his brain screaming at him to let go. He couldn't give in. Not now. Not before her.

Aaron charged one last time and all was shattered. A tsunami of pleasure surged from her lower belly to her skull, taking her breath away and making her whole body vibrate. She could barely hear her partner's exhale as he shuddered inside her. Drowning in endorphins, their breathing erratic and their hearts pounding in their sternums, they remained entwined and intertwined long enough to recover from their emotions. Then the effect of the hormones dissipated, and gravity reminded them. He slowly put Emily's feet back on the floor, then moved as far away from her as he could in this tiny space. They cleaned and dressed, exchanged glances, and kissed tenderly. As if they needed remembering that they could also express their love gently.

“Are we still meeting at my place?” he asked, his hand on the latch.

“More than ever.”

Their lips met again fleetingly, then he left without a sound. She followed in his footsteps, deliberately less discreetly, a little later. He stood in front of the coffee pot and filled a cup with a liquid of dubious color. His desire to make believe pushed him into a corner that always surprised her.

“Coffee?” he offered in his neutral agency-manager tone.

“No thanks,” she said, stepping behind him and putting a hand on his butt.

She thanked him inwardly for having had the presence of mind to draw that curtain before, because when she pushed it aside to sit back on her place, another member of the unit turned out to be awake. She smiled at him and casually returned to her chair, ignoring his frown.

The ex-prosecutor followed in her footsteps, and a bolt of lightning went through his ribcage when he saw the brown eyes fixed on him.

“Aren't you supposed to be asleep?” he inquired, resuming his seat opposite Spencer.

“I heard a noise,” he grumbled, rubbing his eyes with his fist.

Aaron kept his pupils from glancing at the woman he'd just had sex with, whom he could easily imagine laughing under his breath at this twist of fate. Luckily, the BAU cadet was the least able to understand what had happened two steps away from him, but he was going to have to play it tight.

“We're on a plane, there's always noise,” he asserted, taking a sip of coffee – cold and disgusting.

“It didn't sound like the usual jet noises,” stressed the multi-graduate, gradually emerging from his torpor.

He momentarily had the urge to ask him about the content of the sounds he'd heard, but changed his mind when he realized that was the last thing he wanted to know.

“So what? Are you going to do what Dave do and start worrying about every creak in the cabin?”

The reply was deliberately mocking. Spencer had less pride than Derek or the eldest of the group, but enough to deny that he might have had a scare. Especially when that was absolutely not the feeling that titillated him.

“No, it's just that... I've never heard that noise before,” he reacted with a slightly pinched expression.

“And it’s likely to happen again.”

He drank one more time, regretted this initiative, and noticed his interlocutor’s pensive expression. This conversation wasn’t over.

“What?”

“It took you a long time to make that coffee.”

The PhD graduate had said this in a completely innocent – almost factual – way, but his superior suddenly felt very uncomfortable. How long had he been awake? And what did he hear?

“… I was thinking,” he said, hoping to find a way out quickly.

“About what? There isn’t much choice of coffee.”

“I was thinking about the case,” he replied as if it were obvious.

“Ah, yes. That, I can get.”

In the back of the jet, Emily bit her cheek to keep from bursting out laughing at her lover's discomfited expression.

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And know, I can't stop thinking about the same scene but for some reasons, they can't escape the bathroom and they have to ask for help (even if they have no idea how to explain the fact that they were both in there). XD

(I know, it tooks way more time to flight from west to east coast, but I supposed the jet moves faster than a normal airplane. That explains the 4 hours instead of 6.)

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