#biir

[bogdanklimowicz]

Guava. . Beer (Bier). . Drank *… in Tilburg some time this month, a Guavafeber DIPA beer brewed by Brewski at Burgemeester Jansen. Advertised as “A Double IPA with Guava. Brewed and canned in the US.” . Listened… to Guava Jelly by Johnny Nash (1972). What title song would you listen to? Singing… “Here I am. Come rub upon me belly like guava jelly. Guava Guava jelly. Rub upon my belly. Guava Guava jelly.” . Burgemeester Jansen, Piushaven 22, Tilburg, Netherlands (Nederland). . NOT recommended for internal use! . . . . . #guava #guavafeber #brewski @brewski.se #burgemeesterjansen @burgemeesterjansen #lokalezaken #waartilburgeet @waartilburgeet #tilburgdrink #piushaven #tilburg #nederland #netherlands #shoplocal . #bogdanklimowicz #beer #bier #mowa #giya #biya #biri #Biir #bia #ubhiya #serbesa #bir #labiera #pia #bieron #byè #guavajelly #johnnynash . (at Burgemeester Jansen) https://www.instagram.com/p/CliXl8Hq8c5/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[spacebarbarianweird]

Elven for Astarion fanfiction

I absolutely love the idea of Astarion using Elven words and phrases

Here are some useful phrases and words you can use for fics. I specifally chose what you might find useful, for more terms you can check the sources.

Source (wiki)

Source (dictionary)

Phrases

Ai armiel telere maenen hir. - You hold my heart forever.

Aillesel Seldarie - May the Seldarine Save Us.

Al Hond Ebrath, Uol Tath Shantar En Tath Lalala Ol Hond Ebrath – A True Friend, As The Trees And The Water Are True Friends.

Besthunit Nenle – ‘Hurry Up Slowly’ (Eastern Lythari Dialect)

Bwaelan Dro - "It's Good to be Alive", a religious hymn of celebration.

Chu Set – ‘Hold Calm/Calm Down’ (Eastern Lythari Dialect).

Dilit – Be Quiet (Eastern Lythari Dialect).

Es'Caerta – Deeply Emotional Plea Ending A Prayer (like Amen).

Gys Sa Salen – Give Me a Drink/I Need A Drink.

Maethe - maybe.

Ikwe - Get back!

Iorwe - Step aside!

Oloth elgg ssussun - Darkness slays light.

Seldarine! – Gods! (Expression of Exasperation).

Uluvathae (pronounced: /ˈuːluːˈvɔːθeɪ/ Oo-loo-VAW-thay) - "[May your] fortune bring you joy". An informal greeting or parting used amongst individuals which enjoyed each other's company. Used amongst close friends, it was either seen as an insult, or as a warning that a third party was listening.

Words

aethen - "others", modern elven slang for non-elves.

alun - transgender.

amastacia - star flower.

ar - sun.

arael – heart.

aravae - great joy.

ardavanshee – Elven Juvenile Delinquent.

arivae – sunlight.

a’sum -  daughter.

avae - joy.

avae’ess - joy bringer.

arkhlavae - lovemaking.

bhin - young human male (slang).

biir - "garbage", used as an insult against those of half-elven and human heritage.

calann - cup (one’s hands, to hold).

daoin – star.

damia - a term of endearment directed to sweethearts or children.

ebrath - friend.

essraul – enthusiastic Slaying.

e'sum – son.

etriel - noble female elf (in bloodline, character, or both).

evae - love, absence of malice.

filliken – open skirt (Prostitute).

hond ebrath - true friend(s)

immaea - familial love, loyalty to kin and family.

immeeira - act or demonstration of love (deed, testimonial or honour, not lovemaking).

ithlil - lily.

ivaebhin - boy filled with brightness.

kerym - blade (as in blade made of steel), sword.

liyan - homosexual male (slang).

lorkh - Savage Butchers who Lost Their Elven Nature Long Ago Through Such Behavior.

mor - darkness, the true death.

nanta - destiny.

nias – agreement.

nikym – dagger.

nor - love, passion.

N'Tel'Quess - "Not-people". A derogatory term elves use to describe non-elves.

o'si - mother.

o'su - father.

penaal - battlepoet (bard).

piir - treasure.

re - bear.

ru - dream.

rua - star.

saece - crossdresser.

savalir - murderer.

sha'Quessir - elf-friend.

Sildur - "at rest after changing". Referred to an animal, insect, or plant having reached maturity after passing through a life-cycle of changes. Was later borrowed by Common as a term for transgender individuals.

solicallor - warm light of the sun.

srendaen - beautiful, only applied to things of natural beauty not to people.

srinna - One Who Tests Limits and Establishes New Boundaries.

talibund - the veiled one. referring to the creature whose future is unclear and cannot be divined.

taran - gift.

Tel'Quessir - the collective name elves use for their race. translates into common to mean, "The People".

tham - to be close to.

thor - vow, promise.

vaarnar - evil entity or sentient being.

vaendaan-naes - reborn in life's bright struggles.

vaendin-thiil - fatigued by life's dark trials.

veluthe – beautiful.

vyshaan - power-mad (derogatory).

[yagmurun-sesii]

Biir evimiz olmalı kaygılardan uzak !!!

Ümit Yaşar Oğuzcan

[abidethetempest]

How to ✨Noun That Verb✨ In Eliksni

So you know how in English we can use suffixes like -ing and -er to make verbs into nouns? Well now we can do that in Eliksni too!

There are currently two nouns to make out of a verb, which I am calling "action" type and "person" type. If there are real/official words for these in linguistics I do not know them so you're getting my names instead!

Let's do an example, since that's the fastest way to show you what I mean. Take the verb "aaviksis", to fight.

To make the noun "fighting", as in the act or concept, remove the -is ending from the verb and add -en. So, weaving (noun) = aaviksen!

To make the noun, "fighter", as in someone who fights, remove the -is and add -ov. A fighter is "aaviksov".

Note that you can't made every noun by looking at the verb and working backwards like this! Some nouns came before their verbs and therefore don't need any modification, such as "mrask" (weaver) and biire "observer". Unfortunately this is the sort of thing you would just need to memorize, if you were for some Traveler-forsaken reason actually trying to learn this language.

[uzicm]

BİİR SARKISINN SENN OMURR BOYU SURECEEKK

[yazan-kalem-siyah06]

*SAHUR ÖNCESİ HASBÜHAL*

*Salihlerden Mübarek Bir Zât Varmış.*

Bir Cuma günü, Evde un kalmayınca merkebine yüklemiş buğdayı, Değirmene doğru koyulmuş yola...

Değirmene vardığında, çuvalı indirirken merkep kaçıyor. Merkebi aramaya çıksa, Cuma namazı kaçacak.

*Kendi kendine;*

*“Sen nereye gidersen git, ben Rabbimin emrinden çıkmam, Doğru Cuma namazına gidiyorum..”* diyor...

Vakit giriyor ve huşû içinde ibadetini yapıyor...

Cumadan sonra bakıyor, merkep hâlâ yok... Tarlaya gitse merkep lazımdır. Un için zaten yine merkep lazım.

*“Ben şimdilik eve gidip biraz dinleneyim, sonra çaresine bakarız”* diye düşünüyor...

Eve yaklaşınca, ahırdan merkep sesi geliyor.

*“Hanım, bu merkebin burada işi ne?”* diyor. O da,

*“Efendi, bugün ödüm patladı, az kalsın ölüyordum”* diyor:

*“Bir aslan merkebi önüne katmış, bir o tarafa, bir bu tarafa, derken ahıra kadar getirdi. Ben de korkudan odanın bir köşesine saklandım. Pencereden baktım, aslan geldiği gibi gitti.”*

*Adam;*

*“Hanım, bu bizim merkep değil mi?”* diye soruyor. Hanım da,

*“Evet bizim merkep”* diye cevap veriyor.

Adam şaşırıp kalıyor... Hanımı bu arada,

*“Bey, senin karnın açtır. Taze un geldi, ekmek yaptım”* deyince adam hayretle,

*“Hanım, un nereden geldi?”* diyor.

*“Sorma bey! Komşumuz değirmene gitmiş, kendi unu yerine bizim unu getirmiş, yanlışlığı anlayınca da unu bize bıraktı. Yani unumuz geldi...*

*"Sana bir haberim daha var bey! Bizim komşu bahçesini sulamış ancak kanalı açık unutmuş, bizim bahçe de sulanmış!”*

Mübarek zat, hanımından bunları duyunca ellerini açmış ve şöyle dua etmiş:

*“Allah’ım! Ben senin bir emrini yerine getirdim, sen benim üç ihtiyacımı gördün. Sana ne kadar şükretsek azdır Ya Rabbi...*

*Mânâya bakmayı bilmemişse Göz ;*

*Güzel de bir , çirkin de bir . . .*

*Vermeye kudretsiz kalmışsa El ;*

*Zengin de bir , fakir de bir . . .*

*Ezandan huzursuz olmuşsa Kulak ;*

*Duyan da bir , sağır da bir . . .*

*Allah Aşkını tatmamışsa Gönül ;*

*Sevgi de bir , nefret de bir . . .*

*Kul'luğun önüne geçmişse Kibir ;*

*Şeytan da biir , Melek de bir . . .*

*Ve ; Gaflet uykusuna dalmışsa Ruh . . . !*

*Yaşam da bir , ölüm de bir ! . . .*

*Ey kapıla

[denizzzfm]

biir bebik

[jupiterliyazar]

Vazgeçilmeez biir hayalet gibiii

[shain01]

biir şeyler yapıyorum, yürüyorum, konuşuyorum, yemek yiyorum yani her zaman yaptığım işleri sürdürüyorum ama nasıl anlatsam, bir boşluk duygusu içimde

sanki içimde derin bir hiçlik var.

[1blogibi]

yeni şarkılar keşfetmek ne güzel biir duygudur be...

[bogdanklimowicz]

Solicit. . “(Une petite fée saura me bercer)” “A little fairy will rock me” . Beer (Bier). . “(Me charmer autour de mon berceau)” “Charm me around my cradle” . Drank… in Tilburg sometime last month, with Jelle Spoelstra @rj_unlimited, and Patricia Pompen @patjuh78, a De Solliciteur beer, brewed by Bierbrouwerij de Magistraat, at Spoorpark Tilburg. Advertised as “De Solliciteur trad op als pleitbezorger bij kleine rechtzaken. Met een goede solliciteur aan je kant, lagen je kansen een stuk beter. Met deze solliciteur houd je de zaak lekker zelf in de hand, dat maakt de kans zo’n 100% dat het goed komt! De Solliciteur is een bockbier van Bierbrouwerij De Magistraat in Almkerk en wordt jaarlijks in de herfst uitgebracht. Je kunt hem natuurlijk ook in de winter (of lente of zomer) drinken. Wat jij wil! De Solliciteur is een ondergegist roodbruin bockbier. In de neus caramel en gebrande mouten. In de mond een zachte body en lichtzoete afdronk. De edele hoppen Saaz en Perle geven De Solliciteur een aangename bitterheid. Hier kom je de winter wel mee door!” . “(Je pourrai devenir un héros)” “I could become a hero” . Listened… to Peter Pan by Indochine (1996). What title song would you listen to? . “(Solliciter une éternité)” “Solicit an eternity” . Spoorpark Tilburg, Tilburg, Netherlands (Nederland). . . . . . #solicit #desolluciteur #bierbrouwerijdemagistraat @de_magistraat #spoorparktilburg #spoorpark #park @spoorparktilburg #spoorzonetilburg #spoorzone #tilburg #nederland #netherlands #thirstythursday . #bogdanklimowicz #foodblogger #foodie #beer #bier #biya #biri #Biir #bia #ubhiya #serbesa #bir #labiera #pia #bieron #byè #peterpan #indochine . (at Spoorpark Tilbug) https://www.instagram.com/p/CihMS6fKTEF/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[ozgur-beden]

Biir insanın ölçüsü, kendisine kesinlikle hiç bir faydası olmayan bir kişiye nasıl davrandığında saklıdır.

[masallarinyalantarafi]

Biir daaha mııı TÖVBE

Aşık olamammm

BİİRR DAHAA MIII TÖVBEEE

Hayaaaall kuramaaammm

[kalansonkauaikusu]

biir kadinn cizeceekksinn

[elkenbulwark]

// Not me lookin' at some forgotten realms elvish words and... "biir" means 'garbage', used as an insult against those of half-elven and human heritage. ...all the more reason to call him 'biv' as a nickname to take that power away.

[bits-of-bedlam-writing]

Safely in Bondage

Very light on triggers: mentions of sex, no depiction; mentions of blood drinking, no depiction; collaring; light bdsm; light humiliation; mentions of cheating

I haven't written in many many moons. I am still apparently capable. Blindly enjoy it, cool. Give me constructive criticism, my soul is yours.

---

Keya lay on her bed roll, apparently asleep. But in truth, she was meditating in the usual custom of elves. She spent 4 hours reliving and reviewing the days events and battle strategy and she would "wake" well rested and prepared to correct yesterday's mistakes. But she was dwelling too long in softer things-- the pale elf and their dalliances. Was he a mistake?

Not for the reason most would assume, he was a vampire, so what? He'd never demonstrated a lack of control in his hunger, not since that first night. He'd never taken without asking or invitation. Like any other creature, he needed sustenance. And she couldn't deny the feeling in the pit of her stomach when she let him feed, trapped in his grasp, transfixed by the feeling of his cold, smooth lips against the warmth of her neck.

Lips that wandered after he'd taken his fill, sweet whispers, soft kisses. Gently drained of blood, she was barely her quippy assertive self. She felt so free and calm, softening under him, letting him use her body to sooth all of his hungers. She didn't even mind how he spoke to her, teasing her desperation and weakness. He always set her right when he had taken his fill, nestling her down into the blankets, cleaning up the mess he made of her.

No, his nature wasn't the problem. Her recollect reeled back another decade or so to him, Oryst, the last man she'd let so intimately close to her. Similarly fair, but mortal, just another elf from a higher born family. His sky blue eyes sparkled when he smiled, and he'd used his position to gift her many pretty things. His similarly honeyed lips touched her much more gently and whispered promises of a future, love, a family.

Ultimately, he'd been much more cruel than anything Astarion had ever done to her. Had she only attended court more often like her mother wished, she would've known. He was married the whole time. Joining her "hunting" while his wife was home with child.

Astarion's blood hued eyes held the same secrets. His honeyed words the same weight of secret agenda. She didn't know what he was hiding, but she knew well enough that there was something. The last lying man she'd trusted had cost her everything. She'd been exposed, humiliated, exiled. She was made a pariah while he went back to his high born life.

"Whore." "Homewrecker" "Biir"

Not again.

She would confront him the next time he came to see her privately.

---

Which, as it would happen, was now. His cold hand lighted gently on her shoulder and turned her toward him. "Come with me, pet." His tone was breathy, excited. "I have a surprise for you."

Her eyes opened and lingered on his face. Open and eager. Sometimes he was so in the moment that he left himself an open book, preformative charm set aside. Thus leaving her so conflicted.

"A surprise you've paid for?" She quipped as she rolled to her feet, shaking the rest muss from her long red hair.

He scoffed, pretending to be offended by her perfectly legitimate question. "Yes, yes I did." He held his hand out expectantly, waiting to lead her away to privacy. "You're worth the trouble."

She took the offered hand and followed, both of them sure-footed and silent as they navigated their way down to the familiar clearing. But this time, carefully arranged in the middle, were several blankets and pillows. A wooden box sat nestled between them, like an egg in a nest.

He drew away, grabbing up the box and beckoning her with a wave. She walked to him slowly, taking in the scene with a bemused smirk and cocked eyebrow. "Am I to be picnic fair tonight then?" She settled daintily on a cushion, watching his fingers tapping... nervously? On his precious surprise.

"No," he rolled his eyes and stopped for a moment. "Well, perhaps. But I wanted to give you something." He opened the box and turned it toward her. "Or at least offer you something." His eyes rested eagerly on hers, watching her reaction.

Inside lay a thick chain, comprised of intricately patterned silver links. She picked it up to look at it more closely and her attention fell to the pendant that hung from it; a garnet, so brilliant and clear that it reflected even the limited moonlight of the dark night. She was inspecting the embellishment on each side that held the gem when he placed his hand over hers, capturing her attention.

"Before you say anything, I have a confession to make." He began, clearly fighting to hold her gaze. "When we started this, when I met you, I had a plan. A nice, simple plan. Seduce you, sleep with you, manipulate your feelings so that you would never turn against me."

He lost his struggle for eye contact and faltered, pausing a moment. She grasped his hand holding hers and the pendant, her touch gentle and wide patient eyes encouraging him wordlessly.

"It was easy. Instinctive. Habits from 200 years of charming people kicked in." He finally looked back up at her, searching her face for anger he didn't find. "All you had to do was fall for it." His voice broke with pain, his perfect face creased with fear and vulnerability. "And all I had to do was not fall for you. Which is where my perfect plan fell apart."

He stopped, braced for her to process what he said and reject him. When it didn't come, he took a deep breath to steady himself. "When you went missing the other day, when Gale and Karlach returned to camp without you..." tears pricked at the corners of his eyes.

"It was just some bandits love." She whispered soothingly. "I let them take me hoping it would help us find their other victims. And it did."

"All the same, I was so worried. The idea of never seeing you again made me sick." He became so serious. Intense. "It made me realize we've become something real. You deserve something real." The tears that threatened fell as he whispered. "Even if I don't."

"You d-" She got out before he interrupted.

He held up the necklace. "Even if you won't forgive me, let me protect you anyway. This can let us communicate or find eachother, even across planes." He'd never sounded so desperate, even for blood, even after she'd returned from the bandit camp. His eyes fell, waiting for her scorn again, praying to the gods that didn't listen to him for something different.

They sat for a moment, as she reflected on his confession. She wasn't mad. It had been a scheme, but merely a scheme for his survival. She couldn't hold it against him any more than she could his hunger. And it had landed them here.

She finally broke the silence by wiping away his fallen tears with a smile. "Oh yes, a vampire alone and in daylight for the first time in centuries was trying to protect himself, how could you?" She asked sarcastically. Her tone was warm and she gently lifted his gaze back to her. "Of course I forgive you, silly thing." She snatched back the necklace, "besides, how could I resist an apology with jewlery?"

Her jokes and cheeky grin broke his downcast worry. "You would be surprised," He chuckled. "Not everyone is as nice as you are. It's a bit naive, we need to work on that."

"You've tried that one before then?" She cocked an eyebrow at him as she finished inspecting the pendant. He was rubbing his brow wearily as she read out loud "Theirs to protect. Theirs to possess." She looked up at him curious.

"What?" He asked, craning his neck around to look at it.

"Right here, in sylvan." She pointed at the broad metal slot the stone was held in. "It's very stylized but perfectly legible."

"Right." He said absently, grabbing up the box again. He pulled out a ring and offered it to her. "What does this one say?"

She took the large ring but didn't look away from him, incredulous. "Didn't your parents teach you sylvan? Surely you weren't raised speaking common." Even in a largely human city, that was unthinkable.

"No, I'm sure they didn't." He faltered. "But I've forgotten it." He was crestfallen again and she regretted saying anything.

"No matter, I can teach you." She said, turning her attention back toward the ring. She ran her fingers down the wide sides of the band, admiring the large matching stone. Looking closely she read from each side. "Mine to protect. Mine to inflict." She looked back up at him sharply.

Had he compromised his secret to some merchant? Wouldn't it be easier to just stake himself? "Where did you get these? What did you tell them?"

"I didn't tell him anything, actually." He sighed. "The priest that opened up your back. He noticed how I watched you. How my breath caught when you cried out." He grinned at the memory. "He was very perceptive for a madman. He even told me these would allow me to feed from you from a distance."

Her eyes widened. "Oh, so he noticed -everything- then."

He nodded slowly. "Demanded five gold for his silence, but offered me these for thirty more." He chuckled softly. "He told me that Loviatar smiled upon such devotion."

"Are we really so obvious?" She asked sheepishly as she gingerly turned his hand and slowly slid the ring down his finger.

He chuckled, inspecting it "Me? No, of course not." He said with a flourish of his hand, watching the ring gleam. "But you?" He cooed, beckoning her to turn around. "Looking up at me immediately after with bated breath, eager for my approval?" He asked, his breath a cold whisper in her ear.

He laid the chain across her throat gently, almost reverently. "You were already so obviously mine." He latched the clasp and it disappeared beneath his fingers.

She leaned back contentedly. "Thir." She said softly, like a correction. "I said I'd teach you and I can't think of a better place to start." She touched at the pendant delicately and continued. "'Remli'- yours and 'Thir'- mine." She wrapped her hand in his. The sylvan words sounded like music as she purred them.

"Thir." He growled into her neck, grabbing her roughly by the jaw. The word felt familiar on his lips.

"Remli." She gasped back softly, letting go, worries assuaged.