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mid-nighttiger · 4 years

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alright friends let’s go let’s see how many of these i can fill. mostly star wars unless otherwise specified bc that’s what i’m in rn. please heed all the tags

this is originally from lightveils on twitter

a fic you love without knowing the source material

uhhh i don’t really read fic without knowing the source material but does not knowing 2/3 the source material count? i know -100 about stargate and west wing

Terriers of Conflict Resolution by @norcumii and @dogmatix

teen, 5k words -- The Qui-Gon, Tahl, Obi-Wan, and 17 quartet are famous (some would say infamous) for being able to find trouble, even if they're looking in the most unlikely of places, or not looking at all. Crashlanding on a small, backwater planet straddling the Outer Rim and Unknown Regions, they look set to continue that trend.

a fic with a premise that shouldn’t work but does

ok not really sure what counts as ‘a premise that shouldn’t work’ bc i’m typically not very picky about the state of the fanfic verse so i’m gonna go with ‘crack treated seriously’

On Whose Authority by Mithrigil

explicit, obikin, 33k words -- After seven years training as Qui-Gon's Padawan, Anakin finally has questions that his Master can't answer. A specialist in force-user initiation and the erotic mysteries might be just what Anakin needs--but Kenobi is almost too good at his job.

a fic you’ve reread several times

i mean, i’ve reread too many fics too many times

someday when i’m gone away we’ll be all okay by @dendral

teen, anidala, 7k words [warnings for death] -- In another universe, Obi-Wan Kenobi falls to General Grievous’s blades. In another universe, Obi-Wan Kenobi does not live to see the end of the war. In another universe, Anakin Skywalker hunts down General Grievous, intent on revenge.

a fic you still remember many years later

this is gonna be weird but i’m not into a/b/o for the smut and it’s because of this fic

Born from the Earth by venusm

marvel mcu; explicit, stony, 278k words [WIP; warnings for rape] -- Tony Stark's born an omega in a world where that means he's supposed to follow certain social rules. He becomes Iron Man anyway: Fuck biology. If only his biology (and the world) would quit fucking him back.

a comfort fic

this also sounds weird when i say i read it for ‘comfort’ bc there’s quite a lot of hurt but uh. things get better? eventually?

The Journey of the Lights by @pandora15

gen-teen, 113k words [series, WIP; warnings for violence, death]

a cathartic fic

i’m still not sure what ‘cathartic’ is supposed to mean and google wasn’t helpful but i read this to feel emotions secondhand when i can’t do it firsthand

Sins of Omission by @kiyaar

marvel 616; explicit, stony, 156k words [WIP; warnings for violence, death, rape] -- A Post-Civil War, Pre-Secret Invasion AU where Steve is dead, Tony's a mess, and everything sucks. In which Tony deals poorly with Steve's death, falls off the wagon, sees ghosts, and misses a lot. Oh, and the Skrulls are about to invade.

a fic you’d print and put on your bookshelf

this entire series i’d print out if i could. i want it hardbound in those fancy old timey cloth covers with gilded titles

Reprise by @elfpen

teen, 479k words [series, WIP] -- Ben Kenobi dies aboard the Death Star in the year 0 BBY. He wakes up shortly thereafter in the Jedi temple in the year 41 BBY. Haunted by memories and regret, Ben must forge a new path for himself in the Jedi Order of his youth while navigating the murky waters of time travel. Crafting a better future from bitter experience is hard, but learning to heal is even harder. Major AU.

a fic you associate with a song

Polaris by @bluemaskedkarma because um somebody shared ‘My Demons’ by Starset in relation to Red and then starset was the only artist i listened to for like eighteen months

teen-explicit, rexobi, 104k words [series, WIP] -- What if Obi-Wan Kenobi never went to Bandomeer? What if, instead, he got on a different ship? Those steps set into motion an entirely different future, one where he takes on different names until an unlikely friend gives him one that sticks--Red. All he wanted was to help those in need, but somewhere along the way he became the one who needs. Who will help him?

a fic that inspires you

The Silent Song by @eirianerisdar

how does ff.net ratings work teen i guess, 275k words [WIP, warnings for violence] -- When Qui-Gon Jinn is told to take a new padawan, the Force pushes him towards a certain initiate - but when Qui-Gon is told that Obi-Wan cannot speak, he hesitates. And all the while, Palpatine moves in the shadows... Angst, fluff, adventure, humour. AU JA era. Featuring Mace Windu, Dooku, Tahl, Kit Fisto, and others!

just. waves hands everything. how much he’s grown. the obstacles he’s overcome. idk i guess you could say its inspiring

a fic that brought you on board a new ship

i only really have 3.5 ships and the .5 is bailobi because of Sith All Your Tempests Cannot Hold Me Back by @akathecentimetre

mature, bail/obi wan/satine, 11k words -- In retrospect, sorting out their relationships is the easy part - it's when they get back to work that things get complicated. Modern AU involving ambassadors and journalists and cycling in and out of each other's lives, assignment by assignment and heart by heart.

a fic you wish could be a movie

Miles to Go by saltsanford

red vs blue; mature, 113k words [series, WIP; warnings for violence] -- Agent Washington and his journey, as told through a series of missing moments.

not a movie but i wish we knew what exactly happened between freelancer and recovery one

a fic that led to you making friends with the author

ok it’s not really ‘led me to make friends w the author’ more like i read their fic and then ran into lia on flight rising and was like ‘ehy that was you!’

all i ask of you by @skywalking-across-the-galaxy and @gracethescribbler

teen, rexsoka, anidala, obitine, 290k words [series, WIP] -- a rewrite of the Hunger Games trilogy with the cast of the Clone Wars. will be four fics: the three main novels and a fic of "behind the scenes" moments.

a fic you’ve gushed about irl

Ouroboros by @bedlamsbard

teen, obianidala, 459k words [series, WIP; warnings for death, violence]

for given definition of ‘irl’ anyways but i will gush about it to anyone i can drag deep enough into the star war. i was able to get a friend to read it and they came back screaming about it to me 👀

a fic you associate with a place

Ballast on Wharf and Water by @davaia

mature, quiobi, 45k words [WIP] -- It was his own fault, really. He’d ignited an unfortunate chain of events that began with dressing down an office full of lunkhead movie executives, and ended with a two-bed, one-and-a-half-bath, Cape Cod-style prison in coastal Massachusetts. (Bookstore AU)

i’ve never been to Massachusetts (or the east coast at all really) but now i just imagine there’s a tiny town in Massachusetts like this

a fic that made you gasp out loud

can’t gasp out loud bc then i’ll wake up my roommates but the end of chapter eight definitely made my jaw drop

Blind Date Blind Side by @wordsysayswords

red vs blue; teen, tuckington, 18k words -- The truth is, war is the only place Wash has ever found a home in. And now that the one on Chorus is fading, he’s left free floating. Tucker's the only semblance of direction he's got. Little does Wash know, he's become Tucker's direction too. Or, Tucker and Wash are pining after each other from afar. Being set up on a blind date with one another should be the perfect ending to this story. Unfortunately, things do not go as planned.

a fic that you found at the right time

Ode to a Caged Bird by @trashofboat

critical role; explicit, 254k words [WIP; warnings for violence, rape] -- "In the ensuing muffled darkness, with flecks of red seeping through the fabric from the burning light of the distant furnaces, Caleb breathes a silent promise into the black. He will kill Lorenzo."

a fic that you would read fic of

Pretty-Petaled Death by @cross-d-a

mature, quiobi, obikin, anidala, 31k words [WIP; warnings for violence, death] -- Obi-Wan doesn't remember much of his parents. Just the warmth of a hand brushing his forehead, the glimpse of a broad smile, and a soft voice telling him: "Do not give your heart to another, my dear one. Not unless they love you back. You are far too precious to lose to pretty-petaled death." But he's too young to understand, and the Jedi don't heed his mother's warnings.Years later, Obi-Wan wakes with labouring lungs. Tiny, pale-gold flowers curl soft and delicate on his tongue and he knows—There is no saving him.

does it count if it’s the original author writing spinoffs of the same au >>

a fic that made you laugh out loud

Don’t Bring a Blaster to a Lightsaber Fight by @fireflyfish

gen(?), 3k words -- a.k.a A Weekly Meetup for Local Force Users

i read this on the bus and had to continually stifle my giggling. it’s just pure hilarity and the voice is Too Good

a fic with a line (or two) that you’ve memorized by heart

ok this is many fics but i’ll choose

In a Lonely Place by @deadcatwithaflamethrower since i did actually get said lines done in calligraphy and put above my desk

mature, quiobi, anidala, 81k words [warnings for violence, rape, death] -- Six years after the Battle of Theed, a Jedi thought lost returns. This is not necessarily good news.

a fic that gave you butterflies

idk if i get butterflies but the ending to this one is so sweet in every sense of the word

Black Currant by contrequirose

critical role; teen, caleb/astrid/eodwulf, 12k words -- There was a long, long time that she had thought that she would never be safe again. That any chance of being happy had been ruined with the poison that had killed her parents, the knife that Eodwulf had wielded against his, the fire that Bren had lost his parents and his self to. She is glad that she has been proven wrong.

a fic that embodies something you value in life

this one also goes with ‘a fic w a line that youve memorized’ bc it features the line ‘there is no Darkness that does not submit to the Light’ which is my all-time favorite and the words i live by. even when things seem at their worst, they will get better and that’s what gives me the strength to keep going

Once More, Plainly by @oddlyexquisite

mature, quiobi, 31k words [warnings for violence, death] -- You love him, and this time he doesn't love you back. That, however, is not the real tragedy. Qui-Gon Jinn thinks he's missed the very thing he's been searching for across hundreds of lifetimes -- until it comes looking for him.

a favourite au

w h a t you can’t make me choose ! how about let’s make this reclist have three (3) entire fics that feature double the normal amount of obi-wans running around. it seems that’s my favorite au

Binary Star by @esamastation

mature, obi-wan/obi-wan, 55k words [WIP; warnings for violence, death] -- In which a Master Kenobi and a General Kenobi emerge to replace a dying Knight Kenobi.

a fic you stayed up too late to finish reading

it seems i always stay up late reading horror fic but there isn’t enough of it and of course, when else would you read a horror fic except 3 am in the dark when everybody else is sleeping?

The Ghosts That Linger by @meteoratdusk-blog

red vs blue; mature, carolina/york, 85k words [warnings for violence, death] -- In her last year of college Carolina and her friends move into the Director’s ancestral home, a beautiful old building in the mountains outside of town. But the house has a history, and some secrets should remain undisturbed. Can they survive the ghosts that linger here?

a fic that made you feel seen

Keeping Quiet by @freakishlemon

teen, 5k words -- When Obi-Wan was five years old, the Masters cut his hair. When he was ten, Obi-Wan was shuffled into the Human Adolescent Biology class with the other humans his age and stared pointedly at the wall just behind the Master’s left shoulder. Obi-Wan faces some uncomfortable and anxious personal situations and isn't quite sure what to do.

i didn’t know i needed this until i read it and i just. yeah. im cry,

FREE SPACE!

...heck it, i’ll add in way more than the normal amount of obi-wans running around to round out the collection

Like Real People Do by @glimmerglanger

mature, obikin, codywan, 141k words [warnings for violence, death] -- The man grinned again, offering out a hand. “I’m JC-B3N. You can call me Ben, all my brothers do. I’m your Type 2 clone.” Anakin stared at him, the man’s – Ben’s – hand hanging between them in the air. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, General Skywalker.” OR, the one where the arrival of new clones disrupts the lives of Jedi Generals throughout the fleet. Anakin and Qui-Gon are hit harder than most. But these soldiers, wearing the face of a dead man, might have a larger role to play in the fate of the galaxy as a whole.

#star wars #critical role #marvel #fanfic #fandom #midrecs #long post #i tried to rec things i havent rec'd before but some of them just fit too well

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embersoot · 5 years

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Character Details

BASICS

full name: Cestalia Oliviana Embersoot

pronunciation: Sess-tahl-ee-uh Em-bur-soot

nicknames: Cesta Rosewood (Alias), Ces, The Original Lynx, Lynxmother

height: 5′8″

age: "Couple centuries. Don’t really keep track these days.” (i.e. Elf ages are weird. Human equivalent to early to mid thirties)

zodiac: Leo

languages: Thalassian (fluent), Orcish (fluent), Common (fluent), Goblin (fluent), Gnomish (conversational), Gutterspeak (bits and pieces)

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS

hair colour: White

eye colour: White

skin tone: Dark blue

body type: Fit. Athletic.

accent: An eloquent-sounding Thalassian accent mixed with the fast-talking nature of Goblin, incorporating slang from various other languages whenever necessary

dominant hand: Left

posture: Relaxed, slouched, hands in pockets, general delinquent stance

scars: Bullet scars toward the inner right arm and bicep. Acid burns on left arm, covering the skin in tough chemical scarring

tattoos: Sleeves are inked into a circuitry-like pattern. It is currently unknown if this details a real device or is merely cosmetic. ‘LYNXMOTHER’ inked across her shoulder blades. Various other tattoos and gang-related symbols riddled across her skin, most not apparently visible and too many to list.

most noticeable features: Her tinted round glasses shielding her glazed-over eyes.

CHILDHOOD

place of birth: Silvermoon.

hometown: Silvermoon.

birth weight/height: 6.2lbs (2.8kg)

manner of birth: Born within a carriage with her sister, Qorenia, assisting her mother.

first words: “Qory.” (Trying to address her sister)

siblings: Qorenia "Qory” Embersoot (alive)

parents: Rahesh Embersoot (deceased, father), Sarinel Embersoot (deceased, mother)

parental involvement: Sarinel left the family shortly after Cesta’s birth to elope with a Human mage from Dalaran. Rahesh, despite his best efforts as a single father, eventually fell to alcoholism. Qorenia, the elder sister, mostly raised Cestalia by herself before the latter fell in with the Silvermoon underbelly.

ADULT LIFE

Occupation: Engineer, Optometrist // Mercenary, Legion Tech Specialist, M.E.G.A-Sponsored Death Racer

Current residence: Old Town, Stormwind City

Close friends: Angrin Strifetamer ( @strifetamer ), Aeriandria Firespark ( @the-soiled-dove )

relationship status: In a something with @irielle-firine

financial status: Modest

Vices: Adrenaline, danger, control

SEX & ROMANCE

sexual orientation: Homosexual

romantic orientation: Homoromantic

preferred emotional role: submissive | dominant | switch | unsure

preferred sexual role: submissive | dominant | switch | sex repulsed | unsure

Libido: Average-High.

turn ons: Confidence, humor, lightheartedness, backbone, determination

love language: Opening up to you, random affectionate sticky notes, random affectionate sticky notes that lead you on a wild goose chase that ultimately makes you question why you’re with her, saving souvenirs for you, worrying over you, looping her arm with yours to guide her, forgoing the use of her cane and relying on you as a show of trust.

relationship tendencies: Finds talking about her emotions extremely difficult. Tends to shy away from and even outright refuse aid to her detriment. Crippling fear of hurting partners. Soft and caring behind her hardened front.

MISCELLANEOUS

hobbies to pass the time: Fiddling around with various electric guitars, tinkering with Legion and Goblin tech, creating shitty robots, lazing about

mental illnesses: N/A

physical illnesses: Blind

left or right brained: Right.

fears: Abandonment

self confidence level: Medium

vulnerabilities: Her sister, Qory. Her demonic servant, Voz, though she loathes to admit it.

Tagged by: @lady-skysinger

Tagging: I believe this has already made the rounds. That, and I should have gone to bed two hours ago. I tag YOU, dear reader!

#tagged

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junakagane · 6 years

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Jun’s Journal - Week I

Emeline gave this to me, as part of my recovery process. Simply reading is not inherently productive; I must put out my thoughts on paper, and form a hypothesis on them. So, in accordance with standard procedure, I will do just that. To those who read this, please ensure you are familiar with the latest version of Tahl Formatting.

THEOREM: Assuming evil acts are performed throughout one’s lifetime, would a lifetime of good servitude be enough to balance the moral scales?

HYPOTHESIS 1: No: the damage committed by a true atrocity are irreversible. Those who commit them will never find true happiness, knowing they must live with themselves for the rest of their lives.

HYPOTHESIS 2: Yes, and no. Hypothesis 1 remains true, but is assumed under the condition that he who has committed said evil act can do nothing to better anything. Hypothesis 2 assumes the scope of the hypothesis outside the initial impact of the atrocity, and assumes that good can be done elsewhere.

So then, which of these two hypotheses is correct? My answer, a month ago, would have been the first. My answer now is the second. Hypothesis 2 assumes that one need not spread further evil after committing a single atrocity. Instead, one may spend their life bringing good elsewhere. This does not mean they need be forgiven, but it does show intention.

This past week has shown me much to support this theory. Emeline and I, after encountering the puppet my father sent, have been talking... and at Balor’s Valentione’s Day party, we slowly came out to the crew. There was no teasing, no jabbing: just acceptance. I wondered, at first, why this was their reaction.

Later, during two consecutive missions, I obtained the injuries I have now. I am to be confined to bed for at least a few days, likely a week. However, much of my (excellent) care has come from Emeline. And I realized, with the relationship we have now, and the ways we treat each other, that none of this is a subconscious act. I worried, for a while, that I had simply been running; using charisma to falsify someone’s feelings for me. But now...

I do not know if I could be happier. I am sure there are parts of my life I could improve... parts of my family. But I have no desire to get into that issue right now. Mafrea, having talked with me a few days ago, even gave me express permission to... well, it’s too early for that, though Emeline seemed pleased by the idea. He and I talked of other topics, like her scrape with the void demon, and the horrifying scene she bore witness to. But all I could do was offer help where I can, and to convey feelings I felt they could not.

What is this leading to? I do not know. I feel neither hypothesis is fully correct. Hypothesis 2 leads one to believe that atrocities should simply be ignored by the committer if they intend to do good. But I do not want to forget... I feel I should remember it, every day for as long as I live. At least, until the day I see him again.

Until then, I will stay here, on the Rocinante. I’ll stay with the crew, with all of their wonderful, colorful characters, and... with Emeline. I’ll stay with Emeline, I think, for a long, long time.

@healeremeline @oroete @blackgarden-fc

#blackgardenco #junakagane #jun's_journal #ffxiv rp #ffxiv mateus

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cywscross · 7 years

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Fic Recs

For @bakatora who - to my interpretation - asked for some heartwarming, uplifting plotty fics you can sink your teeth into and come out feeling better because reality is hard right now, which I honestly really need myself. I’ve been so busy with exams and essays for the past three weeks, I haven’t even been writing fanfic, I think this is actually the longest I’ve ever gone without writing something, and I’m still not finished. Last exam is on Friday, and then I’m gonna crash.

But anyway, I’ll list these by fandom since you said any, and most of them are complete too, hope you enjoy :)

Boku no Hero Academia

but you gotta get up at least once more by simkjrs

Midoriya Izuku does not let his lack of a Quirk prevent him from being strong. Also known as that one AU where Izuku follows the ridiculous training regimen of Saitama from One Punch Man and becomes stronger than anyone ever imagined he could be.

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Welcome to the Hellmouth! Part Deux by OffYourBird

Summary: It's been 20 years since the Hellmouth closed, and Buffy has realized that awakening the Potentials has had a vicious side effect. Or rather, several. Left with the choice to either lead or follow as the current present gets erased, Buffy risks everything to go back to the Hellmouth... and back to the one being she thought she'd never see again.

Her Way by dreamweaver

After Spike burns up in the Hellmouth, Buffy demands that the Oracles send her back in time.

Changes by dreamweaver

This is fluff, a sequel to "Her Way", a romp through all the changes everybody has to go through once Buffy and Spike claim each other.

Something Redux by dreamweaver

A year after Spike’s death in the Hellmouth, Buffy is flung back in time.

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

The Graves Identity by Mishafied

He doesn't remember who he is or how he ended up injured in the middle of the Alaskan wilderness; all he knows is his name is Percival, and he owes his life to the shy, redheaded zoologist who saved him. But unfortunately, just because he doesn't remember his past doesn't mean it can't come back to haunt him. This is the story of how Percival got his happily ever after, and then had to fight to keep it.

Final Fantasy VII

Company by esama

Cloud stopped planning a life in ShinRa and ShinRa definitely made no plans for him.

Rock Bottom by esama

In which Cloud is so not doing this again. Except then he is.

Fullmetal Alchemist

Reverti Ad Praeteritum by Batsutousai

Unwillingly forced to serve as a human trial for a crazy alchemist experimenting with time travel, Edward Elric finds himself standing across from Truth in the moment it takes his leg from him. Armed with the knowledge of what's to come and burdened with guilt for the choices he'd made as an adult, Ed sets out to fix every mistake he ever made and save every life they ever lost, no matter what it takes.

demon alchemist by metisket

“Yeah, yeah, I know. You’re doin’ your best. It’s just your best isn’t quite good enough, Colonel. So while you’re doing whatever the hell it is you do, I’ll be here cleaning up after you.”

Game of Thrones

if you try to break me, you will bleed by Dialux

It had been a slash across her chest from a White Walker’s sword that finally ended her life. Sansa’d landed in a puddle of her own blood, and she’d died quickly, quietly. And then she’d awoken with a gasp, trembling, in a bed that had burned under Theon’s betrayal.

Harry Potter

The Sum of Their Parts by holdmybeer

For Teddy Lupin, Harry Potter would become a Dark Lord. For Teddy Lupin, Harry Potter would take down the Ministry or die trying. He should have known that Hermione and Ron wouldn't let him do it alone.

Gelosaþ in Écnesse by Batsutousai

Caught in the backlash of Voldemort's Killing Curse, Harry is thrown through time to a world so very different from his own.

Hikaru no Go

Watch and Learn by Trial and Error by esama

When God gives Hikaru his wish, he begins his journey again with a new goal in life, to prevent Sai from fading.

a hundred year of memories by aimichan

Sai is reborn as Shindou Hikaru with all of his memories intact.

The Relative Value of Things by rageprufrock

Touya Akira isn't the only person who wants.

Jurassic World

Pushing Boundaries by Macx

Masrani Global recruited him to train raptors. It was an intriguing, novel idea, something only a crazy or insane person would attempt. Owen wasn't crazy or insane. He knew he could do this. He just didn't know how deep he would get into it, how strong the connection to the pack would become, how close... they, the four of them, would become to him. His grandfather had always warned him: don't get too close. Don't let them connect. Well, it was too late for that now.

Kingsman

Care and Custody by esama

Eggsy takes out the medal in slightly worse circumstances, asking for a miracle.

Marvel

Run 'Verse by themonkeycabal

Darcy's not quite sure what she'll do with another dad.

Nobody's heroes by boleyn13

“This job... we try to save as many people as we can. Sometimes that doesn't mean everybody. But if we can't find a way to live with that, next time... maybe nobody gets saved.” At the end of the day Steve did save everybody. He saved Bucky from Tony, his team from the government, the world from the Sokovia Accords. Some time would probably have to pass for things to blow over, and then everything would go back to normal. Couple of days. Tops. After all Team Cap saved everybody, showing the world how dangerous the accords were, how easily they could be abused. Even their supporters had to come to their senses now. Yet five days after Siberia nobody feels safe. Things don’t calm down and suddenly it’s again Steve against the rest of the world. Only now it’s not some international organisation or government but the people. The ones he had saved. Slowly Captain America must realize that they don’t feel saved but angry, hurt and scared. The people demand justice for those who were really trying to save them and paid the price for it.

Naruto

backslide by blackkat

Naruto’s friends are gone, his lover is dying, Konoha is destroyed, and Madara’s second return has pushed the entire world to the brink. Hunted and harried, Naruto is sent back in time to upend Madara’s plan before it even starts, and sets about changing everything. Butterfly effect nothing: the world is at stake, and Naruto is hardly about to let it fall to ruin once more. Not while he’s still breathing.

Stormborn by blackkat

(The soul of a city is a hard thing to kill. Uzushio is still aware, still waiting. And now, with the rebirth of her greatest Kage, it’s time to call her people home.)

An Invincible Summer by ShanaStoryteller

When Naruto is five, he's gutted by a drunken civilian and presumed dead. Six months later a girl with ash pale hair and dark blue eyes enters the Academy.

Star Wars

Letters... by flamethrower

When Jedi Master Tahl is murdered, Qui-Gon Jinn leaves the Order, and his Padawan. Obi-Wan Kenobi isn't about to let him go that easily.

Re-Entry by flamethrower

Re-Entry is an alternate universe epic that spans time and possibility. Obi-Wan Kenobi, while still a young Padawan, suffers an injury and wakes up with all of the memories, experience, training, and Force-strength of Old Ben Kenobi. It isn't long before the Jedi discover that Anakin Skywalker, a five-year-old slave from the Outer Rim, has undergone the exact same change. Obi-Wan and Anakin bear the scars of harsh lessons learned; those who love them must learn those lessons quickly, before the mistakes of old are repeated.

Supernatural

I Melted Wax To Fix My Wings by TardisIsTheOnlyWayToTravel

After four torturous months Sam has his brother back, but Dean is accompanied by an angel with a terrible task for them both: help stop the impending apocalypse, or see the world destroyed. Sam has no idea what to do next when the Trickster turns up, blonde and female this time but as maddening as ever, promising assistance. As time passes Sam finds himself slowly coming to depend on the pagan Trickster god, but just when it looks like the apocalypse can be averted, the Winchester luck kicks in and threatens to ruin everything - including Sam's friendship with Loki.

The Laughter of Dead Tricksters by onthewaters

After Dean returns from Hell, the boys have an encounter with another Trickster and Gabriel ends up assisting. And then there is that whole Lilith thing.

Teen Wolf

Naughty Hookers (Swathed in Wool) by pprfaith

Stiles is happy with his store, his hobbies, his friends. Peter's just trying to figure out how to raise his nieces and nephew without fucking them up too badly. Paths cross.

All In A Spin by ShippersList

Stiles can't really talk anymore but, with Peter, he realizes he doesn't have to. Even if their spoken communication consists of one swear word and stuttered syllables, they understand each other. And that's what counts.

If You Want to Sing Out, Sing Out by mia6363

Commander Stilinski looked like he fell out of a propaganda video, his armor still smoking as he pulled off his helmet and handed it off to First Officer Argent. He had a few bruises down his neck but his smile was bright. “Glad to see you safe and sound, Mr. Hale. I’d hate for Derek to lose a member of his family.” “I told you,” Derek snapped at his superior, “he’s not worth this, Commander.”

Out Of The East, Never See The Sun Rise by ladypigswagon

In the beginning, there are three absolutes. One. Stiles is a god, forged of starlight and collapsing galaxies and he is eternal. Two. Peter is human, fragile bone and viscous blood and he is temporary. Three. Stiles and Peter are in love; love that claws its way inside one’s heart like fish hooks; all encompassing love that is beautiful but dangerous. Stiles is a god. Peter is human. They love each other. Three absolutes.

Save Me by DiscontentedWinter

Peter is the Alpha. He's nobody's savior. Not his pack's. Not his town's. And not that kid's. But sometimes salvation goes both ways.

Kitty Quintuplets by iCheat (short but hella fluffy if you need a pick-me-up)

Prompt: Imagine person A getting home really drunk one night and they tell person B that they're pregnant with kittens.

The Unexpected Marriage of Peter Hale by moonstalker24

This is the story of how Peter gets married without technically dating anyone. “You can bring your boyfriend with you,” Talia says. Peter stops giving Henry more bits of dried fruit to stare at his sister “Boyfriend?” “Of course!” Talia gestures at Stiles who looks around behind him with wide eyes. “I’m sure the whole family would be interested in meeting your young man.”

The Sphinx of Beacon Hills by Guede

Stiles is a sphinx, and he’s winging his way to visit his buddy Scott when a storm drops him in Beacon Hills, the craziest, crankiest, coldest place ever. And somehow, he ends up with a bunch of werewolves.

Proposing To Strangers by moonstalker24

At the end of a strained relationship, crime novelist Stiles chooses to hide from the world inside a bar with far too many motorcycles outside it for comfort. Here he'll meet the man of his dreams, eat food and propose marriage, all within the first five minutes. Peter doesn't know who this kid is, but he's cute and looks like he could use a break. So he feeds him. He's not expecting a marriage proposal, but with what comes after, he doesn't really mind.

it's not the color i came in by nezstorm

Stiles is a bit of an anomaly among the Omegas he knows, or everyone on the spectrum really. For him, heats are about comfort and safety, and not at all about sex.

Whiskey is My Kind of Lullaby by taylorpotato

Peter is a simple saloon owner on one of the outer planets between the Aaru Belt and the Olympus Galaxy. He’s done with trouble. Done with adventure. So fucking done with rustlers. That is, until a cute young outlaw named Stiles wanders into his bar. Peter has this problem where he can’t seem to resist charming narcissists (perhaps because they remind him of himself). And when said narcissists turn his life upside-down, the worst part is he’s not even that upset about it.

Crossovers

Whispers in Corners by esama (HPxSherlock)

Everything started with a stumble - his new life in a new world as well as his surprisingly successful career as a medium.

There May Be Some Collateral Damage by metisket (BleachxHP)

Ichigo’s been ordered to go undercover at a magic school to bodyguard a kid named Harry Potter, and this would be fine, except that he’s about as good at bodyguarding as he is at magic. And he considers it a good day, magic-wise, if he hasn’t set anything on fire.

Of Wizards and Heroes by littlelightsinourheart (storyforsomeone) (HPxMarvel)

Centuries after that fatal day of the battle of Hogwarts, Harry Potter has fallen into legend, a bedtime story parents tell their children, a name whispered around campfires. He wanders the world alone and immortal, until one single reckless moment sends him hurtling into a parallel dimension of heroes and villains. A new enemy arises from an ancient power, and Harry must take a stand as the last wizard to protect this new world. If only SHIELD would stop trying to track him down...and someone could explain what the hell was an 'Avenger' was supposed to be. Honestly, muggles...

Cardcaptor Harry by LunaStorm (Cardcaptor SakuraxHP)

In which both Albus Dumbledore and Clow Reed would have done well to remember that there are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in any philosophy... or predicted by the most imprecise branch of magic...

i blinked (and there you were) by Della19 (Doctor WhoxKingsman)

The Weeping Angels, Eggsy reads on the stolen Torchwood intel. Aliens that pose as statues, and kill their victims by sending them back in time and feeding off their years not lived in the present. The politest psychopaths in the universe, a note reads, scrawled in what looks like a doctor’s chicken scratch on the edge of the page by someone who clearly had a perverse sense of humour. A one way trip, the report concludes; you get transported by the angels, and it’s the slow road back to the present for you. Eggsy lays his head back on the wall, takes stock of his situation. He’s lost 30 years - three years more than his entire lifespan up ’til now - in the blink of an eye, and now he’s stuck here, in 1988. Three years before he’s even born. Arthur, the prick, is sure to be heading up the Kingsmen, and Merlin, if he’s even there would be…20, maybe. Fuck, so fucking young. Shite, even Harry’d only be… Alive, Eggsy thinks, and finds himself sitting down hard from where his knees can’t hold him. This is 1988, and Harry’s 23, and alive. Suddenly, being stuck in 1988 doesn’t seem so bad. Or, the one where love means changing the future.

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idiotsfromargus · 6 years

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Vindicator Luclac!

(This is information from my Total RP 3 addon so here is some description about Luclac. It is under the read more :) )

Physical Description:

Luclac is a cerulean draenei. His eyes are sky blue. He has four tendrils and two tendril ring for each tendril. His outfit is normally with the stereotypical paladin outfit set (Battlegear of the Guiding Light) without the helmet. Underneath his armor, he wears chain mail and a starry necklace around his neck. His starry necklace is a chewy stars, so something he can keep himself busy than injuring his hands. His hair colour is sangria. His hair is mostly in a ponytail with long hair sticking out in the front to keep his ears warm.

Personality Traits:

Luclac tends to fixate on stuff that catches his attention. He is curious, sweet, and nice! Social cues may take awhile for him tho but be patient and he will love to be your friend! When nervous, Luclac chews on his chewy starry necklace. If he doesn't have the necklace, he tends to bite down on his hand or he shakes his hands repeatedly until cool down. If you ever considering riling him up with anxiety, he is sensitive to loud noises.

History:

Luclac was born and raised in Argus. His mother was an Archmage while his father was a Jed'hin champion. He has a little sister, Akilaah, that was born a few years before Sargeras gave the offer to the Eredar people. While on Argus, he developed a really close friendship with a lovely Draenei named Tahlvehz, a Draenei Mage. Tahl and him were always around and playing with each other like children. Sadly they separated when Demonic forces came down to Argus.

After, he escaped with the Prophet Velen in Draenor. When he first arrived, he was shy around Draenei or Orcs. He rarely had friends so he mostly took care of his younger sister.

He witness his mother dying in the result for Dark Portal.

Now, he is now around Azeroth and going to try enjoy what his new life has to offer. Thousands of years later, Luclac worked up himself to be a Vindicator of the Light to forget his troubles and trauma from what the Legion and demons caused him.

Despite his troubles, he was soonly reunited with his best friend Tahlvehz. Since they were together, he developed a fuzzy feeling for Tahl and ended up being mates. Now he feels like things are slowly healing and Tahlvehz make him feel so much better than sulking and hiding from people.

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bettythesmellycat · 6 years

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11.1.2019 Baseball, basketball, vollayball, soccer

Ráno snídaně podle Trinh, takže řídká gulášovka s bagetou. To mi celkem chutnalo, ale jako oběd by mi to sedlo trochu líp. Nebyl ovšem čas na hrdinství. Měla jsem hlad.

To zelený se oškube a nahází do polévky a pak se to s tou vodou sní

Trinh ráno měla výuku na střední a tak jsem ji požádala, aby mě nechala v kavárně a já mohla dopisovat blog a být chvilku na vzduchu. V kavárně jsem si připadala hrozně světově a in, jen mi na tom počítači chybí ta samolepka jablíčka. Ale asi když Trinh poprosím, něco by mi tu sehnala:D. Tentokrát se ke mně přišla podívat jen paní prodavačka losů, ta zkoukla blog a zase šla.

Trinh mi slíbila, že napíše bývalému studentovi, aby mě dopoledne někam vyvedl. Takže mě spolu s Trinh vyzvedli na hotelu a jeli jsme na kafe do kavárny kousek od jezera. Ještě předtím, než mě ale nabrali, jsme měli drobný technický problém. Já byla zamčená za mříží a kolem nebyl nikdo, kdo by mě pustil. Prostě mě v tom hotelu normálně zamkli:-D. Za chvíli ale naštěstí někdo přijel a vypustil mě.

V kavárně neměli džus a tak jsem si musela dát kokosovou vodu (kterou úplně moc nezbožňuju, ale tak, je to zdravý, tak se jednou hecnu). Kupodivu s ledem to bylo celkem dobrý. Otázkou zůstává, jestli mi to neosladili, jako ostatně všechno pití, co tu dělají. Většina lidí v kavárně něco chroupala, T mi vysvětlila, že to jsou melounová semínka. No jako fakt. T přiskočila k vedlejším dámám a obrala je o pár semínek, aby mi ukázala, jak ze slupky vydolovat semínko a jaká to je dobrota. Mezitím nám přinesli pití a i ta slavná semínka. Malý sáček, z něhož tak půlku vysypali na talířek na stůl. Trinh se s námi rozloučila, že zas musí do školy, domluvily jsme sraz na oběd a odjela. Song (tak nějak jeho jméno zní, když jsem se večer Trinh ptala) mi navrhnul, že bychom mohli jet na vodopád. To jsem mileráda uvítala, protože té vesnice o 20 000 obyvatelích začínám mít dost. Zařídil tedy, že nám pití přelili do kelímků a já si mezitím skočila vedle chlívku s prasátkama na záchod.

Když jsem dorazila ke stolu, Song už čekal s kelímky a ukázal na moje kalhoty, jestli jako mají kapsu (jeho úroveň angličtiny trochu pokulhávala, ale v Aktivitách dobrý). Tak říkám že jo a on ať jí nastavim, tak jsem nastavila. Vzal talířek se semínky a šup tam s nima:-D. Takže jsem měla plnou kapsu semínek a chrastila jak rumbakoule. Na skútru jsme odsvištěli asi 10 min za město, kde se objevily konečně nádherný kopce a zelená příroda. Strašně jsem si to užívala. Cestou jsme míjeli výrobny cihel, kde se zřejmě pálily a potom sušily, teda asi nejdřív sušily a pak až pálily. Expert na výrobu cihel úplně nejsem. Když jsme tyhle výrobny míjeli, zeptal se mě Song (budem mu prostě tak říkat a hotovo), jestli u mě v zemi taky používáme cihly a nebo kameny. No mohla jsem mu říct, že domy nestavíme a žijeme zatím v jeskyních, ale obávám se, že by můj vtip nepochopil. Tak jsem mu odkývala, že dokonce i s cihlama umíme stavět domy. Příjezd k vodopádu byl zpoplatněný a vlastně to byl celý takový areál, což mě malinko zklamalo, ale co, nemusí pršet stačí když kape😊. V areálu u vodopádu byl vybudovaný celý komplex s chatičkama, restauračkou a zoologickou se slony. Tam jsem jít odmítla. Cesta k samotnému vodopádu už byla ale moc pěkná a já jen litovala, že jsem si poprvé nevzala tenisky ale pantofle, ve kterých se přeci jen ty mokrý kameny přeskakovali hůře. Ale tak, aspoň měly pantofle zátěžovou zkoušku. Pak už se před námi otevřel výhled na vodopád, který byl poměrně veliký a moc krásný.

Song říkal, že jsou lidi, kteří občas skáčí z vrchu vodopádu a pak je vezme proud a už je nikdo nenajde. Bezva, trochu optimismu hned na začátek nikdy neškodí. Každopádně mě tahle informace tolik nepřekvapila, jelikož vím, že většina Vietnamců, ačkoli třeba bydlí u řeky nebo jezera, plavat neumí. Vyběhli jsme nahoru po vybetonované cestičce a míjeli altánky, které během víkendů a svátků slouží pro místní jako piknikovací místo. Tohle mají vymyšlené bezvadně. Nahoře jsme potkali 3 bílý kluky s vietnamskými průvodci, z nichž jeden držel pušku. Song říkal, že prý jdou střílet ptáky. Courli jsme polem, kdy jsme marně hledali cestu blíž k vodopádu a pak se vrátili. Konečně jsem byla v přírodě, měla krásný výhledy a klid. Cestou zpátky jsme nějak zabrousili na válku a Song mi tvrdil, že místo, kde jsem původně bydlela (ta hlavní křižovatka) bylo hot place of war. Já tak nějak tušila, že válka probíhala v okolí vietnamské vysočiny, jen jsem si nebyla úplně jistá, jestli to bylo i v tomto districtu. Budu se na to muset ještě zeptat Trinh. Taky jsme se dostali na to, že Vietnamci nemají rádi číňany, ale zato Rusové a Kubánci jsou pro ně jako bratři, protože jim moc moc pomohli ve válce proti ošklivým Francouzům.

Chvilku jsme si potom ještě sedli dole u vodopádu, povídali a chroupali melounový semínka. Trvalo mi celkem dlouho (čti: 30 rozdrcených semínek a plnou hubu slupek), než jsem našla ten správný grif, jak semínko citlivě nakřupnout, aby se celé nerozdrtilo a jak odstranit slupku. Semínka jsou menší, a to o dost, než dýňová a je to celkem piplačka na to nic, co vás potom uvnitř čeká.

Song mě odvezl do hotelu, kde jsem jen vystřídala skútr a přehopla k Trinh. Na oběd jsme jeli ještě společně a měli jsme lámanou rýži a vepřové. Na to, že vepřové v Čechách témě nejím, tady ho mám snad denně. Mají ho poměrně dobře okořeněné a většinou v tom není tolik kostí. U bistra bylo zaparkováno několik skútrů a docela dost pařilo slunce. Paní číšnice najednou vyběhla a začala na zaparkované skútry nasazovat takovou tu ochranu proti slunci a horku, jako v létě dáváme na přední sklo u auta. To jsem teda čuměla. Praktický. Nečekaně.

Pro info přikládám ceník jídel (návod na přepočet na české: dělíme 1000) Po obědě jsem měla chvilku volna a pak hodinu od půl druhé s malými dětmi. Trinh vyslovila přání, abych s nimi hrála a procvičovala typy sportů, jak s dětmi minule. Tyhle ovšem byly ještě o rok mladší, kolem 8mi let, a byla to docela challange. Zaprvé jich bylo jak psů, řekla bych tak 25, zadruhé to byly ještě špunti, takže vřískaly a úplně moc neudržely pozornost a zatřetí moc nestíhaly chápat, co po nich s Trinh chceme. Po hodině a půl skákání a předvádění sportů a zpívání jedné a té samé písničky, jsem myslela, že zhebnu. Zpocená až na prdeli jsem se přesunula na hotel, kam mi T koupila celý ananas a mango ke svačince. Trpí totiž urputnou představou, že budu mít hlad. Minule jsem na svačinu dostala asi 9 banánů. Jako banány mám ráda, ale vypadám snad jak opice?!

Ten ananas nevypadá, ale byl obrovský...

Hodina od pěti se nesla opět v duchu procvičování sportů. Trinh se tenhle způsob evidentně zalíbil. Zato já vypotila další 2l vody a při prvních tónech písničky „aj lajk bejsbol, aj lajk bejsbol“ jsem si chtěla prostřelit hlavu. Nevyměkla jsem ale a skákala s nima jak magor až asi do sedmi. Vypadaly taky dost unaveně a skoro Trinh vypily barel s vodou, který tam pro ně má pochystaný, a ze kterého jsem je ještě nikdy pít neviděla:-D. Na večer jsme měli domluvené karaoke se studenty z předchozího večera. Kolem půl osmé jsme tedy měli sraz u Trinh. Ta s námi šla taky. My jsme se ale s Trinh vydaly na večeři, ke které jsem si poručila smažené nudle. Pokus číslo 2. Evidentně to tu moc nefrčí. Ale nakonec jsem něco jako nudle se zeleninou dostala a v tom jsem měla kousky kuřecího a hovězího. Bylo to v jednom velmi autentickém bistru na rohu hlavní křižovatky. Hodně mě uklidnilo, když mi T říká, ať tady určitě nepiju ten čaj z konvice na stole. Díky díky, hned se cejtim líp.

Na Michelina to úplně nebylo

Mezitím už samozřejmě odbyla půl osmá, ale tak, jedinej, koho to zneklidňovalo jsem byla evidentně já. Trinh po chvíli říká, že už asi studenti čekají u ní před domem, ale že ještě nevolají, tak že počká. Po chvíli se opravdu ozvali a ona jim vysvětlila, kde jsme a že se sejdeme rovnou až před karaoke. Karaoke je tady velmi oblíbené a tohle mělo velmi okázalou příjezdovou cestu a před vchodem stál pán s vysílačkou, něco do ní řekl a vedl nás dovnitř. Mně vlastně nedošlo, že karaoke není jako naše karaoke v LaLoca. Tady mají spešl uzavřený boxy, kde podáváte výkony. Ty boxy jsou totálně vytuněný. Všude blikají světýlka, po stranách jsou sedačky a uprostřed stoly. Studenti byli celý nešťastní, že tu není místo na tancování a hned se mě ptali, jestli mi to nevadí. Tak jsem jim s vážnou tváří odpověděla, že já zásadně tancuju na stole a že ty tady jsou, takže pohoda. Oni stali a čuměli. Tanhle výraz znám. Chytili slovo „table“ a možná „dancing“ a víc ne. Tak jsem se svýmu vtipu zasmála sama, řekla že to je džouk a řadši už mlčela. Bylo nás asi 10. 8 studentů a my s Trinh. Oni si sedli na jednu stranu a na druhé straně jsem byla já s Trinh. To jsem si přišla fakt vyčleněná. Prostě úča. První zapěl jeden klučina a hned na druhej song jsem dostala do ruky mikrák já. Vybrali mi Demons a bylo to příšerný. Ne vážně, mám nějakou sebereflexi a tohle, tohle bylo šílený. Mikrák řval jako kráva a k tomu měl šílenej efekt, jak z pouti:D. Chvilku po příchodu nám donesli na stůl tácy s ovocem a celou bednu piva. Moje srdce zaplesalo. A nebylo to nad tím ovocem. Jenže. Když se ani ovoce, které bylo přikryté fresh fólií, ani piva, nikdo po 3 písničkách nedotkl, začlo mi to být podezřelé. Já měla žízeň jak kůň po velký pardubický. Jenže zas jsem nechtěla tu krabici rozbalovat a jako jediná si brát pivo. Tušila jsem, že to budou chtít zaplatit a zas nemám tušení, kolik takový pivo v karaoke baru stojí. Takže jsem seděla, smutně koukala na piva a poslouchala kvílení studentů. A pak to přišlo. Šlo se tancovat. Jeden zpíval a ostatní hopsali před telkou a řvali písničku s ním. Jako mít v sobě tu krabici piv, přišlo by mi to jako adekvátní a cool zábava. Ale takhle? Přišla jsem si stará. A trapná. Hrozně trapná. Jak tam skáču ve svejch hodobóžo teplákch s vytahanejma kolenama a kolem mě jsou o hlavu menší vietnamský studentky. No tohle taneční extempore se opakovalo ještě jednou a když jsem skoro sebrala odvahu, že bych si teda jednu písničku vybrala já, studenti koukli na Trinh a říkaj jí, že už je devět a že jdem. No takže asi tak. Já byla víceméně ráda, byla jsem pekelně unavená a těšila se na pokoj, že se napojim:D.

Dole vlevo vidíte tu mou vysněnou krabici s pivama a vpravo kýbl s ledem, který bych si do toho teplého piva, kdyby ho někdo otevřel, mohla hodit

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junebug-jamboree · 6 years

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Remember when I drew 2D as a demon man? Well, here’s Noodle as the same species! I said I’d explain, so I will.

The demon people are actually an original species that I call changelings. Another fancy name for them would be “talterra” (tahl-TER-RAH). They’re basically magical little humanoids usually with horns, sharp teeth, and long tails. Talterra can only use magic with a kind of mana crystal called saeyu (SAY-you) crystals. During events of extreme emotion, they can lose control of their powers and shift into a beast about four times their original size. The talterra can learn to control this, and to even shift at will, but it takes practice.

Anyways, that was a brief explanation about these little dudes. I’ll make a species guide some time in the future, but I’m not sure when. It’ll have all the things you need to know about the talterra. But ‘till then, here’s Noodle!

Side note: this is a redraw of an official pic from Gorillaz, so here it is.

Steal my art and I’ll boil over!!!

#gorillaz #noodle #digital art #paint tool sai #artists on tumblr #my art #fanart #doodlebug #jj talterra #op #god i hope this doesn't make anyone mad

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littlegemsfrombooksiread-blog · 4 years

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The person across the table is never the problem. The unsolved issue is. So focus on the issue. This is one of the most basic tactics for avoiding emotional escalations. Our culture demonizes people in movies and politics, which creates the mentality that if we only got rid of the person then everything would be okay. But this dynamic is toxic to any negotiation.

Chris Voss, with Tahl Raz, Never Split the Difference: Negotiating as if Your Life Depended on it

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xlel-soen · 4 years

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LITAJA: THE LANGUAGE OF THE XLEL & lYKOSHA

The word "Litaja" means "tongue;" as in English tongue, and is the native language of a race of people who called themselves "xlel" (which means people, as in "human race"). The language has one particular characteristic, which is that every word-ending will tell you what kind of word it is.

An animal word (horse, bird, fish, etc.) ends in "l", a word having to do with numbers, including words like "unity," ends in "h." All verbs end in "k," all adjectives end in "nem" or "m," and all adverbs end in either "teo" or "o".

Also: except for specific words which refer to a person of the masculine gender, or a person of the feminine gender, all Litaja nouns are nongender-specific. There is no such thing as a guardsman, or guardswoman: both are wahtar which means "guard." Even the word teymar, which means "sir" or "madam," actually means "respected one," and refers to either a man or woman, adult or child

The language can be used by anyone who wishes to speak it; it requires no special knowledge or body-parts, nor is t especially difficult to write, using English phonemes, or read. There is a fairly large dictionary/thesaurus.

I will write everything out in English phonemes, giving you a part of that dictionary, with verb conjugation and simple sentence structure. I am not really a teacher; I will only do my best.

The actual writing is runic (like Nordic or Celtic languages are; there are 44 symbols (called jerunas [jeh-rooh-nahs] or pho- nemes/"letters") in Litaja, (which are phonetic, meaning that each symbol has its own sound. Further information (for those who are seriously masochistic) provided upon request.

Sepcial words: Because Litaja was originally the language of an alien race, there are words which have no true significance to people of Earth. For example: the xlel use psionic power as people of Earth use prayer or magic spells, to effect change (to heal, to divine the truth, etc.).

In addition, their word for "god" is a bit different. The word "sha" actually refers to the totality of all spirits, all power, etc., and this "god" does not interfer in the affairs of people. The Xlel believe that, instead, "god" saw to it that people had the intelligence and power to make things happen, if they were willing to pay a price for it.

So those things which are associated with sacred and holy concepts are those where the person connected with them is specially in tune with his or her inner self (that part of himself that "touches" Sha especially well). Power is every- where, and it only requires talent and training to make it work.

Therefore, How Litaja should sound: There are very few hard consonants in this language (k, ch, t, g), but otherwise, you can almost chant their speech, much like the old Norse tongues or even Welsh (especially with its nearly impossible pronunciations at times).

Pronunciation: Unless a different syllable is underlined, the accent goes on the second-to-last syllable (use a as in "cap"/ah as in "father"/ay as in "race"/eh as in "set"/ee as "see"/er as in "father"/ih as in "it"/ai as in "ice"/o as in "on"/oh as in "no"/ooh as in "move"/oo as in "look"/oy as in "toy"/uh as in "ugly"/yoo as in "music").

What follows is a brief glossary of words, complete with pronunciation instructions:

Time (Refer to As Time Goes By)

calendar: pergeras [pehr-gehr-ahs] (lit. "the days") (water) clock: bjalla [b'jahl-lah] year: zeera [zee-rah] month: gelba [gehl-bah] week: vafa [vah-fah] day: gera [gehr-rah] hour: zelua [zeeh-loo-ah] minute: zefa [zeh-fah] "moment": zoda [zoh-dah] second: zida [zai-dah] *now: jyte [j(uh)-yih-teeh] (at this moment) Seasons & Time of Day: winter: kolothe [koh-lah-the] summer: komenthe [koh-men-the] spring: lorevale [loh-reh-vah-leh] fall: simame [sihm-ahm-meh] dawn: kwacha [kwah-chah] day: joura [jow-oorah] evening: abanda [ah-ban-dah] midnight: oulma [owl-mah or ool-mah] generation: nomrat [nohm-raht] (16 years) past, the: vithbla [vith-blah] present, the: kidarsa [kih-dahr-sah] future, the: kzuna [kuh-zoohna] Common words: (You) be (the one who's) careful: everjogher (ste) [eh-vehr-joh-gher] "Hi": huja [hoo-jah] (I'll) see you: Tey(tav) vaar(ik) (stal) [Tay(tahv) vahr(rihk) (stahl)] Hello/Greetings: Hujatins [hooh-jah-tinz] Good-bye: see "hello" Hey!: heej! [heezh] Stay!: Pazik (ste)! [pah-zihk (steh)] Yes: lan [lahn] No: tro [troh] what: eknap? [ehk-nahp] (huh?) Who?: kestap [kehs-tahp] Here (I am!): hiteo [hih-teh-oh] When?: hwango [huh-wan-goh] Do You Know?: Witak (ste)? [wih-tah (steh)] please: plahj [plahzh] thank you: levarezh/esbahik/charak (sta) [leh-vahr-ezh/ehs-bah-hihk/chahr-rahk (stah)] Excuse (me): Ugrehk (sta) (I regret) [ooh-grehk (stah)] (Your) welcome: (formal) Morak (sta) [moh-rahk (stah)] Your welcome: charak (ste) ("de nada") [chahr-rahk (steh)] To explain: Levarezh is a formal term-it means: (you've) relieved (me - of obligation, mostly). Esbahik (sta) means "(I'm) astonished" and Charak (sta) means "(I'm) delighted." Morak (sta) means: "I demure" or "Twas nothing," whereas Charak (ste) basically means says: (oh no!) it is you who has delighted me!") I, me: mintav [mihn-tahv] you(singular): antav [ahn-tahv] (idiomatic: teytav [tay-tahv]) he/she: ditav/sitav [dih-tahv/sih-tahv] it: fotav [foh-tahv] he/she (both): woditav [woh-dih-tahv] we: sertav [sehr-tahv] they: tertav [tehr-tahv] you (plural): yaltav [yawl-tahv] left-hand: xifodasta [ksai-foh-dahs-tah] (swordhand) right-hand: yexadasta [yehks-ah-das-tah] (daggerhand) Geography/Weather: cliff: ukliva [ook-lih-vah] continent: lezona [leh-zoh-nah] desert: lerana [leh-rah-nah] forest: vana [vah-nah] hill: loma [loh-mah] island: eya [eeh-yah] ice: ngla [(i)ng-lah] lake: thelassa [theh-lays-sah] lightning: (los)nazala [lohs-nah-zah-lah] cloud fire marsh: howusa [how-wooh-sah] meadowland: ngesta [(i)ngeh-stah] moor(land): shida [shai-dah] mountains: hotas [hoh-tas] planet: shofa [shoh-fah] pond: tjorna [t(uh)-zhor-nah] prairie: jludita [j(uh)-looh-dih-tah] river: rithea [rai-thee-ah] sea water: halsa [hahl-sah] star: sidra [sih-drah] sun: zona [zoh-nah] timber: wida [wai-dah] valley: hofa [hoh-fah] wind: winsa [wihn-sah] world: ylda [yil-dah] Parts of the body: arm: etara [eeh-tahr-rah] brain: ditha [dih-thah] ear: aelifna [ah-ehl-lihf-nah] eye: avaga [ay-vah-gah] back(side): baeka [bah-eeh-kah] face: gesika [gee-see-kah] fang: vanga [vang-gah] finger/digit: vinnea [vih-nee-ah] foot: busa [booh-sah] hair: ergra [ehr-grah] hand/paw: dasta [dah-stah] head: kepha [kehp-hah] mouth: arpara [ahr-pah-rah] (jaw) nose: fuma [fooh-mah] skin: ila [ai-lah] tail: ngofra [(i)ngoh-frah] tooth: danta [dahn-tah] Clothing/Toiletries: belt: balza [bahl-zah] boot: babusa [bah-booh-sah] brush: xroza [ks'roh-zah] cloak: aesa [ah-ee-sah] comb: okara [oh-kah-rah] glove: badasta [bah-dahs-tah] pants: xehra [kseh-rah] slippers: erasas [ehr-rah-sas] tabard: baxhemda [baks-hehm-dah] tunic: xhemda [kshem-dah] (Inside the) House: bed: beta [bee-tah] blanket: kensa [kehn-sah] box/chest: kampsa [kamp-sah] cup/mug: epana [eeh-pay-nah] dish: fanxa [fanks-sah] door: dara [dahr-rah] floor: llawra [luh-lahw-rah] pillow: fula [f'yoo-lah] privy: oraypa [oh-ray-pah] wall: odava [oh-day-vah] Other Things: book: lboha [l'boh-hah] paper: thipza [thihp-zah] quill: erpa [ehr-pah] (pen) ship: shabba [shahb-bah] People & trade: stranger: jefir [jeh-fihr] non-person: see stranger & also lalasa [lah-lah-sah] (someone not of the "people") dragon: kidikal [kih-dih-kahl] monster: zamil [zah-mihl] friend (but outsider): aiter [ah-ih-teer] government: walta [wahl-tah] city: erkaiha (clanhold) [ehr-kah-ai-hah] ally: akilar (of another clan) [ay-kih-lahr] village: wika [wih-kah] guest rights: zenat [zeh-naht] (hospitality) money: araiga [ahr-ai-gah] (coins) market: fora [fohr-rah] Sir/Madam: teymar (respected one; from teyma: respect) lord/lady (sir/madam): sargonr [sahr-g(o)n-ner] (As a title: Sar [Name]) Measurements: "foot": gerda [ger-dah] (14") "meter": kuvit [kooh-viht] (42") Common Phrases: How much?: Eknap loga? [ehk-nap loh-gah] (What price?) I don't understand you: Tro seynikk sta [troh see-yih-nikk stah] (It's) mine: mintay [mihn-tay] (It's) yours: antay [ahn-tay] I like that: thrik (sti) [thrihk (stih)] (It pleases me) What is your name: Eknap sti zhomek? [ehk-nap stih zhoh-mehk] Stop!: Pazik (ste)! [pah-zihk (steh)] Dammit, stop!!: Deej! [deezh!] Get out! (Go away!): Farak! [fah-rahk] Speak! (Say something): Fanak (ste) [fah-nahk (steh)] (Pay) Attention!: Kimha! [kihm-hah!] (My) god!: Sha-sa (more as in: wow) [sha-sah] 'Tis false (no way!): fakorr (ste)! [fah-koor (steh)] My apologies: Groatose ("Sorry!") [groh-ah-toh-seh] And some all-important words: nejur: psionic "priest" [neh-joor] (who has trained to use his or psychic power) kedar: priest/cleric of Sha/God [keh-dahr] (who lives to serve people with less talent) kuymal: greatwolf (dire wolf-sized) [kuh-yai-mahl] lowell: coyote/little wolf [loh-wehll] kolunel: dog/wolf (usu. "dog") [koh-looh-nehl] likosal: canine species (generic) [lih-koh-sahl] jedir: puppy/youth/child [jee-dihr] "little one" A short sample of insults: false-seer: fakorr [fah-kohr] brawler: thatchir [that-chihr] liar: italser [ih-tahl-ser] thief: lunatir [looh-nah-tihr] (one who is) garbage: tanter gef daag [tahn-ter gehf daahg] coward: isgarenem [ihs-gah-reh-nem] brainless: so-dihthar [soh dih-thahr] dandy/fop: osukar [oh-sooh-kahr] smelly: smula [smooh-lah] cheater: thanter [thahn-tahr] waster: sielwar [sih-ehl-wahr] (major insult!) dishonored one: chijer [chih-jer] unclean (one): punate(r) [pooh-nah-teh(r)] misfit: chepar [cheh-pahr] demon: degar [dee-gahr] (who causes dishonor) "cat": jypil [juh-yai-pahl] god-rejected: tanter gef sha [tahn-ter gehf shah] (It) does not please: sothrik (stih) [soh-thrihk (stih)] (I don't like that) A short sampling of weaponry: spear: lonka [lohn-kah] or shinka [shihn-kah] shortsword: kowtila [kowh-tih-lah] blade (any): yexa [yeh-ksah] axe (any): iglina [ihg-lih-nah] sword/longsword: xifosa [ksai-foh-sah] sling: klinga [klihn-gah] bow/longbow: arwa [ahr-wah] (sling)bullets: koxa [koh-ksah] arrow/dart: saijkda [saihjk-dah] net/snare: zhosri [zhos-rih] armor (any): zhumne [zhoom-neh] rope/lariat: esuga [eh-soo-gah] sickle/scythe: elba [ehl-bah] weapons (general): xhopa [ksai-hoh-pah] mind-sword: shaymora [shay-moh-rah] boomerang: zhyma [zhai-mah] fang(s): vanga(s) [van-ga(s)] claw(s): yexdasta(s) [yehks-dahs-tahs] (hand-knives) (always plural) daggarclaw: yexdasta-yexa [yehks-dah-stah-yeksah] (claw-blade) Numbers one: veh [veh] six: vifsah [vihf-sah] two: kah [kah] seven: hesah [heh-sah] three: eltuh [ehl-tuh] eight: dokah [doh-kah] four: relah [reh-lah] nine: gih [gih] five: jafah [jah-fah] ten: dakalah [dah-kah-lah] DOG COMMANDS (Verb infinitives end in "k") Lan: good (dog) [lahn] ("yes") Tro: no (bad dog) [troh] venir: come (here) [veh-nihr] (from venirik) kotak: "place" [koh-tahk] kuvik: kill, slay [kooh-vihk] usek: heel [ooh-sehk] (follow me) jakkak: fetch [jahk-kahk] (hunt) shemek: shut up! [shehm-mehk] welek: (go for a) walk [weh-lehk] ruhik: lie down [rooh-hihk] osorik: drop (it) [oh-sohr-rihk] beta: bed [bee-tah] beita: food [bee-aih-tah] (or ogesfa/oh-gees-fah) odytok: (go in) enter [ow-dyuh-tohk] pitas: bones, biscuits [pih-tas] odose: O.K.! ("good") [oh-dos-seh, from odosen, goodness] Sti kakk: Want that? [stih kahkk] trohek: "show me" (what you want) [troh-hehk] chulla(k): roll over [chooh-lah(k)] risak: stand (up) [rai-sahk] erfleha: (play) ball [ehr-flee-hah] seder: sit (down) [seh-der, from sederikk, to sit] rangeh: wrong! (uh-uh!) [ran-gheh] frappik: attack!!! [frap-pihk!] pazir: stay (steady) [pah-zihr, from pazirik, to stay still] fanak: Speak (bark)! [fah-nak] farak: (go) outside [fahr-ahk] Food/Drink: drink (generic): ada [ah-dah] food (generic): beita [bee-aih-tah] bread: arana [ayr-rah-nah] butter: erima [er-rai-mah] buttermilk: ahna [ahn-nah] carrot: asola [ay-soh-lah] egg(s): shersa(s) [sher-sa(s)] ice: ngla [(i)ng-lah] meat: ogesfa (animal flesh) [oh-gees-fah] milk: alba [ayl-bah] "cheese": ailbeita [ayl-bee-aih-tah] nut(s): zhixa(s) [zhihk-sa(s)] grain(s): erkia [ehr-kih-ah] salt: sara [sah-rah] tea: ronada [roh-nah-dah] water: thunda [thoohn-dah] Muscial instruments (etc): Wind chimes: (Ceramic) erfora [er-foh-rah] Wind chimes: (Metal) erloga [er-loh-gah] Wind chimes: (Wood) erwila [er-wai-lah] harpsicord: jabekua [jah-beeh-koo-ah] Flute: lawana [lah-wah-nah] oboe: ubeka [ooh-bee-kah] zither: jithara [jih-thahr-rah] lyre: ngerla [(i)ng-ehr-lah] harp: shumbeka [shoom-bee-kah] "cube" player: ngimba [(i)ngihm-bah] (quartz) cube: thamba [tham-bah] (See Psionics) music (all): abina [ah-bih-nah] symphony: elsura [ehl-soo-rah] singer/chanter: aedir [ah-ee-dihr] choir: kaypalla [kay-pahl-lah] musician: waitar [wah-ih-tahr] one who has good hearing: alfir [ahl-fihr] silver-tongued: aular [ay-yoo-lahr] Cycles/Sexual Terms Please note: As do wolves, the Xlel experience a sprimg breeding cycle. The turning of the seasons is an important part of these peoples' life, as it would be with any race. And yet: no sexually explicit word will ever be used as an insult, except perhaps the immortal phrase uttered in a defunct television show about another alien race ("Your mother mates out of season"). And, since such things are important among the Xlel, some "sexual" words (etc.) follow below: desire/lust: lubyata [loob-yah-tah] spring cycle: reoke [reh-oh-keh] breeder: ruasir [roo-ah-sir] (from ruasek: to breed: male or female) Nongendered nonbreeder: soruas(nem or nir) [soh-roo-ahs-(nehm/nihr)] "Hermaphroditic" nonbreeder (gender): ilasar [ih-lah-sahr] heterosexual: sosam(nem or nir) or see "breeder" [soh-sam-nihr] homosexual: koxsamnir/samnir [koks-sam-nihr/sam-nihr] bi/pan-sexual: iendar [ai-ehn-dahr] Hermaphrodite: siwosa (essentially: both) [sih-woh-sah] female (gender): wosa [woh-sah] "sheathing": minbayexa [mihn-bah-yeh-ksah] to sheathe: (Polite) bayexak [bah-yeh-zahk] "blade": minyexa [mihn-yeh-ksah] male (gender): siwoa [sih-woh-ah] childhood (age): tyife [tuh-yih-feh] adolescence: tylerife [t'yai-leh-rih-feh] adulthood (age): tyhinfe [t'yai-hihn-feh] noncopulatory sex (fore/after-play): frigkak [frihg-kahkk] male "husband" neela [nee-lah] lesbian "wife:" nina [nai-nah] (Note: these are not marriages, but among samnir, is recognized as a relationship and legal). FAMILY AND CLAN-ORIENTED TERMS: Xlel group together in clans (the natural extension of a wolfpack, actually). All clans are patrilinear and patrilocal, so that each term refers to which side/family they come from, as well as their importance as far as (clan) alliances ar concerned. Group terms (those words that relate to more than one part of the clan) are astericked (refer to the bottom of this page) Legend: f=father, m=mother, s=son, d=daughter, br=brother, si=sister, h=husband, w=wife, ff - dhama/[duh-hah-mah] "grandfather"/paternal mf - desa/[deh-sah] "grandfather"/maternal fm - boshka/[bohsh-kah] "grandmother"/paternal mm - fwesa/[f'weh-sah] "grandmother"/maternal fbr - dhema/[duh-hee-mah] "uncle"/paternal mbr - dava/[day-vah] "uncle"/maternal fbrw - nana/[nay-nah] "aunt"/paternal mbrw - noka/[noh-kah] "aunt"/maternal f - dawoa/[dah-woh-ah] "father" m - woda/[woh-dah] "mother" h - nila/[nai-lah]"husband" w - neena/[nee-nah] "wife" br - knafa/[k-nah-fah] "brother" si - disisa/[dih-sih-sah] "sister" sih - fusa*/[fooh-sah] "brother-in-law" fbrs - dalta"(1st) cousin"/paternal mbrs - naga/[nah-gah] "(1st) cousin"/maternal fbrd - fela*/[fee-lah] "cousin" off - eide(r)/[ee-ih-de(r)] "offspring/child" s - choda/[choh-dah] "son" d - chepana/[cheh-pay-nah] "daughter" brs - chosa/[choh-sah] "nephew" brd - fela*/[fee-lah] "niece" dh - fusa*/[fooh-sah] "son-in-law" sw - pena/[pee-nah] "daughter-in-law" ss - mihda/[mih-dah] "grandson"/paternal ds - nofa*/[noh-fah] "grandson"/maternal sd - mihla/[mih-lah] "grandaughter"/paternal dd - nofa*/[noh-fah] "grandaughter"/maternal +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ NON-RELATED AFFILIATES: "aunt"/paternal: fsi - fela* [fee-lah] "aunt"/maternal: msi - fela* [fee-lah] "uncle"/material: fsih - fusa* [foo-sah], & msih - fylja [f'yil-jah] "cousin"/maternal: includes fsis - nofa* [noh-fah], msis - fonsa* [fohn-sah], fsid - nofa* [noh-fah], msid - fonsa* [fohn-sah] "niece"/maternal: sid - nofa* [noh-fah] "nephew"/maternal: sis - nofa* [noh-fah] +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ FAMILY AND CLAN-ORIENTED TERMS: Remember that all clans are patrilinear and patrilocal, so that each term refers to which side/family they come from, as well as their importance as far as (clan) alliances ar concerned. Group terms (those words that relate to more than one part of the clan) are astericked (refer to the bottom of this page) Legend: f=father, m=mother, s=son, d=daughter, br=brother, si=sister, h=husband, w=wife, ff - dhama/[duh-hah-mah] "grandfather"/paternal mf - desa/[deh-sah] "grandfather"/maternal fm - boshka/[bohsh-kah] "grandmother"/paternal mm - fwesa/[f'weh-sah] "grandmother"/maternal fbr - dhema/[duh-hee-mah] "uncle"/paternal mbr - dava/[day-vah] "uncle"/maternal fbrw - nana/[nay-nah] "aunt"/paternal mbrw - noka/[noh-kah] "aunt"/maternal f - dawoa/[dah-woh-ah] "father" m - woda/[woh-dah] "mother" h - nila/[nai-lah]"husband" w - neena/[nee-nah] "wife" br - knafa/[k-nah-fah] "brother" si - disisa/[dih-sih-sah] "sister" sih - fusa*/[fooh-sah] "brother-in-law" fbrs - dalta"(1st) cousin"/paternal mbrs - naga/[nah-gah] "(1st) cousin"/maternal fbrd - fela*/[fee-lah] "cousin" off - eide(r)/[ee-ih-de(r)] "offspring/child" s - choda/[choh-dah] "son" d - chepana/[cheh-pay-nah] "daughter" brs - chosa/[choh-sah] "nephew" brd - fela*/[fee-lah] "niece" dh - fusa*/[fooh-sah] "son-in-law" sw - pena/[pee-nah] "daughter-in-law" ss - mihda/[mih-dah] "grandson"/paternal ds - nofa*/[noh-fah] "grandson"/maternal sd - mihla/[mih-lah] "grandaughter"/paternal dd - nofa*/[noh-fah] "grandaughter"/maternal +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ NON-RELATED AFFILIATES: "aunt"/paternal: fsi - fela* [fee-lah] "aunt"/maternal: msi - fela* [fee-lah] "uncle"/material: fsih - fusa* [foo-sah], & msih - fylja [f'yil-jah] "cousin"/maternal: includes fsis - nofa* [noh-fah], msis - fonsa* [fohn-sah], fsid - nofa* [noh-fah], msid - fonsa* [fohn-sah] "niece"/maternal: sid - nofa* [noh-fah] "nephew"/maternal: sis - nofa* [noh-fah] +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ GROUP TERMS: Fonsa: children-cousins of non-clanmembers (mother's clan) Fela: any former (or female) clanmember (except daughter) Fusa: any male who marries a former (or female) clanmember Nofa: any offspring of a former (or female) clanmember Chyana: (Nuclear) family member [ch'yah-nah] Merla: (any) clan member [mer-lah] WHITHER COMES THE NAMES THEY GAVE THEE? Proper names come from many things: the names of plants (lobea/loh-bee-ah> rose, jlana/j'lah- nah> daisy), animals & birds (shangral/shan-grahl> eagle, kopiral/koh-pih-rahl> greyfox, shalal/shay- lahl> weasel), the elements & nature (lee/leeh> wind, kzala/k'zah-lah> fire, mara/mah-rah> sea, sidra/sih- drah> star), seasons (kolothe/koh-law-theh> winter, komenthe/koh-men-theh> summer), qualities both desirable and not-so-desirable (like sarvan/sahr-vahn> stubborn, evade/ee-vah-deh> beautifullyblossoming, sadhe/sah-deh> simple, pure), and especially colors (ghura/ghrr-rah> ravenblack, abletta/ah-bleht-tah> white, mare/mahr-reh> dark or twilight, ragila/rah-gih-lah> silver-colored), etc. You will actually find many animal names here, as many other languages do, as well as plants, etc. Names are all highly symbolic and (usually) appropriate to its possessor. Some names have -- in due course of time -- been altered to become other names. Examples: Kahn, meaning strength, can become Kang. Koraxal, meaning raven, also can be Korax (usually this is due to varying dialects in different areas, and other planets). Other alterations occur in the merging of two (sometimes three or more) words to become one name. One example: Shadakk comes from sha (meaning god) and dokah (which is the number 8. Eight is a sacred number to them, for it is the four elements and the four seasons entwined). Another example: Pohmir comes from pohkene (meaning dark or lightlessness) and lianmir (which means grey or silver-tipped, as in fur). Always, when names are made this way, they are ALL highly symbolic and appropriate to the possessor. In native Xlel culture, an adult will have a total of five names in his or her lifetime. The first name is given at birth by his or her mother --- indictative of her first impressions, or her wishes for his future; the second name is given by the youth's father at eight years old --- also indicating his impressions, or the child's deeds by that age; the third name is given to the adolescent, by the clan's leader, upon hitting puberty (usually at fourteen or fifteen years of age) --- this gives the clanleader's impressions of the young adult, and is often the "use" or profession's name (a name known by all, sometimes instead of the birth or 1st name). The fourth name is a secret, spiritual name and is said to be given by their nameless, uncaring god called Sha in visions or dreams (in fact, this is one of the most important days of their lives, where they will go off by themselves, into a locked room or out in the wilds, to find this name. And finally, there is the clan name, which they are given provisionally at birth, and earn the right to bear at the age of eight (after they pass a survival test & physical/psychic examination), as well as the right to wear the clanpin thereafter. Among these people, the first name is one's "use" name (the one "used" by all); the second is known among friends and other intimates and the third name is used in ceremonies and rituals, and some artists, writers and musicians often use this last name on their compositions. Often, parts of 2 or more names can be combined to make one (these names are usually reserved for highly- ranked & psionically powerful individuals). In this culture, parents are quite fond of playing "tricks" with words, especially in naming their most powerful and talented people. So alliterations of words sacred or otherwise important to the way of life are also used, usually for highly-ranked or special people (like vangar [fanged one] or aular [silver-tongued] as a kenning for wolf or dog, for example). A short glossary of names common to this language follows at the end of this chapter. In addition: one might also look through all the other chapters and find appropriate words there [NOTE: Almost any name might also have an "r" or "gher" added to it (or it can be removed if here). This means (for "r") one who is and (for "gher") one who does.] Aarda> rock/stone [ah-ahr-dah] Abir> swimmer [ah-bihr] Abletta> white [ah-bleht-tah] Aemosa> gale/windstorm [ay-ee-moh-sah] Ager> active one [ah-ger] Ahual> gazelle/deer [ah-hoo-ahl] Akuiner> wise one [ay-kwih-ner] Alfir> one w/good hearing [ahl-feehr] Aular> silver-tongued [ay-yoo-lahr] Baidar> brave one [bah-ai-dahr] Balusur> delayer [bah-looh-soor] Batakhe> precious [bah-tak-hee] Bifskar> strong-willed [bihf-skahr] Chroger> proud one [chroh-gehr or khroh-gher] Chuma> smoke, fog [choo-mah] Dabar> follower [dah-bahr] Dantar> toothed one [dahn-tahr] Diamar> thinker, careful one [dih-ah-mahr] Donir> honored one [doh-neehr] Dutgente> steadfast, durable [doot-jehnt-teh] Ealine> determined [eh-ah-lih-neh] Eidirner> little one(undersized) [eh-ih-dihr-ner] Elaer> stalwart one, strong one [ee-lah-(h)ehr] Elahal> elk [ee-lah-hal] Enivir> achiever [eh-nih-veehr] Esbahir> astonishing one [es-bah-heehr] Eschir> player [ees-chah-ir, as in higher] Eskuer> one who escapes [ehs-koo-ehr] Everjor> cautious, wary one [eh-ver-johr] Eyrlea> elf [ee-yeer-le-ah] Eryr> (one) who soars [eer-ee-ir] Finehdin> immoveable [fihn-neh-dihn] Fliba> southeast wind [flih-bah] Gallin> splendid, bright [gahl-lihn] Gensar> flexible, pliant one [gehn-sahr] Ghura> black, ravenblack [ghur-rah] Gurde> intelligent, knowing [gur-deh, as grrr] Heynir> creative one [heh-y(ih)-nir, as in higher] Hoska> reflection, shadow [hohs-kah] Hota(s)> mountain(s) [hoh-ta(s)] Hreysar> one who hides [h'ray-sahr] Humar> wise one [hooh-mahr] Hundater> gatherer, hunter [hoohn-dah-tehr] Ikemshe> strong-minded [ih-kehm-shee] Jabril> stork/ibis [jah-brihl] Jedir> "little one" [jee-dihr] (puppy) Jestre> unyielding [jehs-treh] Jkise> small [j'kais(eh)] Jlana> daisy-like flower [j'lah-nah] Juhner> giant one [jooh-nehr] Juyegher> killer [joo-yeh-ghehr] Kahletaar> phoenix [kah-lee-taahr] Kahn> strong man [kahn] Kanus> mousegrey, grey (a rare name) [kah-noos] Kathless>transparency, clarity [kath-lehss] Kolothe> winter [koh-lawth-(eh)] Komenthe> summer [koh-mehn-theh] Kopiral> fox [koh-pih-rahl] Kor> one w/keen eyesight [koor] Koraxal> raven [kohr-raks-sahl] Korban> of great worth [kohr-bahn] Kostille> hot-tempered [kows-tihl-leh] Krass> boulder(s) [kras(s)] Krathose> hardness, stoniness [kra-thoh-seh] Kurir> spear-fighter [koo-rir, as in rear] Kwacha> dawn [kwah-cha] Kykrin> quickness, agility [k-yai-krihn] Kyme> fit, suitable [k-yih-mee] Kyon> loyalty [k'yai-on] Lee> wind [lee] Leemara> seawind [lee-mah-rah] Lianmir> silver tipped [lih-ahn-mihr] Liatha> smokegrey [lih-ah-tha] Liyana> waterfall [lih-yahn-nah] Lobea> rose [loh-bee-ah] Lokor> looker, searcher [loh-koor] Lonka> spear/lance [lohn-kah] Lorevale> spring [lor-ree-vah-lee] Maha> moon [mah-hah] Mala> maelstorm, turmoil [mahl-lah] Mara> sea [mahr-rah] Mare> dark, twilight [mahr-ree] Myrvyn> sea-spirit [mir-rivhn] Ngeyosa> meadowspirit [(i)ng-ay-yoh-sah] Ngosa> (small) wood-spirit [(i)ng-oh-sah] Nu-i-kar> probe, scout [noo-ih-kahr] Nyejela> ivory-black [n'yeh-jehl-lah] Odinar> gentle, tame one [oh-dihn-nahr] Ogerer> defiant one [oh-geh-rehr] Ogyer> citadel [awg-yehr] Olfa>elf/old concept of Kynrrel) [ohl-fah] Olgera> elf-spear [ohl-geh-rah] Orastiner> beloved [oh-rahs-tih-nehr] Orgor> actor, performer, doer [ohr-gohr] Ornil> white eagle [ohr-nihl] Ortikoskar> shepherd, leader [ohr-tai-koh-skar] Osaskar> defender [oh-sas(s)-kahr] Oterana> fort [awt-teh-rah-nah] Otloner> lawmaker, proxy [awt-loh-nehr] Oulma> midnight [owl-mah or oohl-mah] Ovil> black-tipped white eagle [oh-vihl] Owhre> elf-wise [ow-hreh] Palar> protector [pah-lahr] Peter> repeater [pee-tehr] Piran> merit, value [pai-rahn] Pohkene> lightlessness, dark [poh-kee-nee] Raedinir> explainer [rah-ehd-dihn-nihr] Ragila> silver-coloured [rah-tihl-lah] Rhet> authority, power, right [r'heht] Riregher> one who laughes [ree-rih-ghehr] Ru> migrant (usu. prefix or suffix) [roo] Sadhe> pure, simple [sahd-heh] Saijkda> arrow, dart (stilleto) [sah-ihj-k'dah] Sargon> nobleness [sahr-gohn] Sarvan> stubborn [sahr-vahn] Selwyn> friend (clan) [sel-w'yihnn] Shala> weasel [shay-lah, or shah-lah] Shan> singleness, unity [shahn] Shangral> black & white eagle [shang-grahl] Shen> introspective [shehn] Shida> moor [shai-dah] Shinkar> spear-thruster [shihn-kahr] Simame> autumn, fall [sih-mah-mee] Skeohan> proud spirit [skee-oh-hahn] Smiljan> unfading, immortal [smihl-jahn] Strihar> striking one, hitter [strai-hahr] Tan> individual, entity [tahn] Tarl> sparrow-hawk [tahrl] Tayhan> inquisitive, curious [tay-hahn] Tengar> swift one [tehn-gahr] Tesjuval> (bald) eagle [tehs-joo-vahl] Tesmel> hawk [tehs-mehl] Teyki> guardedness [teh-keh] Thachir> scuffler [that-chihr] Theian> honour [thee-ai-ahn] Thelassa> freshwater lake [theh-lay-sah] Themar> spry one [theh-mahr] Thyre> gay, merriness [th'yai-reh] Tior> tamer [tee-ohr, rhymes with Eeyore] Toher> one who is unbreakable [toh-hehr] Torin> watchtower [tohr-rihn] Tuhan> running [too-hahn] Uela> windspirit [yoo-ee-lah] Uhola> island woods/forest [yoo-hohl-lah] Urobe> immortal, everlasting [yoo-roh-beh] Usama> palegrey, pearlgrey [ooh-sahm-mah] Vaar> one who sees [vah-ahr] Vangar> fanged one [van-gahr] Velain> swiftness, promptness [veh-lah-ihn] Verlina> enclosed sea [vehr-lih-nah] Visan> cleverness [vai-sahn] Voigher> wanderer (obs) [voy-ghehr] Voir> wanderer [voy-ir, ir as in "ear"] Vyiser> guardian [v'yih'-sir, as above] Vytir> pursuer, chaser [v'yuh-tir] Wahtar> watcher [wah-tahr] Wida> timber [wih-dah] Winsa> wind [wihn-sah] Witar> sage [wih-tahr] Wudua> wood [woo-doo-ah] Xifra> brawl, fight [ksai-frah] Xifosa> knife, sword [ksai-foh-sah] Yexa> hunting blade [yehk-sah] Yua> jewel, gemstone (yoo-ah) Zafra> cobalt blue [zah-frah] Zatir> director, guide [zah-teer] Zheke> illusion, phantom [zheh-keh] SPECIAL COMBINED NAMES & SHORT FORMS These following are special names: either combined from two (sometimes three) names to make one, or short names ("nicknames") used for first names. Generally, these sorts of names are only given to highly-ranked (for that: read high-powered) individuals, or to Kynrrel, or to those whose place in life is unique, prophetically appropriate, or if s/he will change things in an unusual or dramatic way. Agerhumar> active wise one [ah-gehr-hoo-mahr] Agernal> active man [ah-gehr-nahl] Ahualvytir> deer-chaser [ah-hoo-ahl-v-yih-teer] Chrogedantar> proud toothed one [chroh-geh-dahn-tahr] Chrogeenivir> proud achiever [chroh-geh-eh-nih-veer] Chrogegallin> bright & proud [chroh-geh-gahl-lihn] Chrogeheynir> proud creative one [chroh-geh-heh-yih-neer] Chrogekopiral> proud fox [chroh-geh-koh-pih-rahl] Chrogeornil> proud eagle [chroh-geh-ohr-nihl] Chumadanter> grey toothed one [chooh-mah-dahn-tahr] Chumagallin> bright fog [chooh-mah-gahl-lihn] Chumanal> smoky man (smoke=grey) [chooh-nah-nahl] ChumaZheke> shadowy fog [chooh-ma-zheh-keh] Donicherrin> duty (to) honour [dohn-nih-cher-rihn] Donirtheian> twofold honour [dohn-nih-thee-ai-ahn] Eidirvangar> little fanged one [eh-ih-dihr-vang-gahr] Elaerkyon> stalwart & loyal [ee-lah-her-k'yai-ohn] Enivirskeohan> achieving proudspirit [eh-nih-vihr-skee-oh-hahr] Eskverelahal> escaping elk [ehs-vehr-ee-lah-hal] Gallindantar> splendid toothed one [gahl-lihn-ee-lah-her] Gallinelaer> splendid & stalwart [gahl-lihn-ee-lah-her] Gallinornil> splendid eagle [gahl-lihn-ohr-nihl] Gallinvaar> splendid bright seer [gahl-lihn-vahr] Gar> short for "Vangar"(also spelled: gaar) [gahr] Ghuradantar> black toothed one [ghoor-rah-dahn-tahr] Humanal> wise man [hooh-mah-nahl] Jkisedantar> small toothed one [j(uh)-kais-dahn-tahr] Jkisetesmel> small hawk [j(uh)-kais-dahn-tahr] Juval> short for "Tesjuval" [jooh-vahl] Kang> strong one (from "kahn") (pron. southern dialect) [kang] Koskar> leader (from"ortikoskar") [koh-skahr] Kuin> wise one (from "akuiner") [k'yoo-ihn] Ky> (usu.) Kykrin or Kyon [kai] Kyonager> actively loyal [k(uh)-yon-ah-gehr] Letta> white (from "abletta") [leht-tah] Maramalar> sea-storm [mahr-rah-mah-lahr] Odinahual> tame deer [oh-dihn-ah-hooh-ahl] Ornilhoska> eagle's shadow [ohr-nihl-hohs-kah] Poh> short for "pohkene" [poh] Pohkenemalar> dark turmoil [poh-kee-nee-mah-lahr] Pohma> short for "pohkenemalar" [poh-mah] Pohmyrvyn> dark sea-spirit [poh-m'yir-v'yihn] Pohoikoat> dark spirit [poh-oy-koh-aht] Pohoikoatgar> dark fanged soul [poh-oy-koh-aht-vang-gahr] Sargonvangar> noble fanged one [sahr-gon-vang-gahr] Tan Ru> migrant bird [tan-rooh] (Note: this is also a kenning for "starship") Tengaornil> swift eagle [tehn-gahr-ohr-nihl] Tengarvangar> swift fanged one [tehn-gahr-van-gahr] Tes> short for "Tesmel" or "Tesjuval" [tehs] Theiandonir> honour (twofold) [thee-ai-ahn-doh-nihr] (note: see Donirtheian also) Theianvangar> noble fanged one [thee-ai-ahn-van-gahr] Themakopiral> spry fox [theh-mah-koh-pihr-rahl] Urobeuela>immortal wind(spirit) [yoo-roh-beh-yoo-ee-lah] Usamachroge> grey pride [ooh-sah-mah-chroh-geh] Usamadantar> grey toothed one [ooh-sah-mah-dahn-tahr] Usamavangar> grey fanged one [ooh-sah-mah-van-gahr] Vangadaar> fang-toothed one [van-gah-dahr] Velainelahal> swift elk [veh-lah-ihn-ee-lah-hahl] Visankopiral> clever fox [vai-sahn-koh-pihr-rahl] Voivangar> wandering fanged one [voy-van-gahr] Zatishar> god-directed one [za-tih-shahr] Zhekevangar> phantom fanged one [zheh-keh-van-gahr] Simple sentence structure: The way it goes is like this: (The) Subject-Noun [adjective] Object-Noun [adjective] verb verb-tense (plus anything which relates to the verb) For example: [Mintav] teytav zhurek sta pernem opall ghura. Strict translation: I-subject you-object gave I-do the horse black. Or: I give you the black horse. The first noun or pronoun seen will be the subject, the second is the object, and any adjectives which relate to the subject or object. After that comes the verb & verb-tense, followed by any adverbs needed, and then any noun associated with the verb (what I gave you & what it looked like). Very often, the subject is left out, because it is assumed in the verb tense (I do, you do, he/she does, we do, they do, you-all do). And sometimes, the word "the" is left out. So the sentence might really be: Teytav zhurek sta opall-ghura. This assumes you know that "sta" means "I-do" and that you know that there is no need for the word "the." In a simple question: the verb and the verb-tense come first, followed by the subject (plus adjectives) and then the object-noun. So a question might read: Stu kakk [sertav] [pernem] kolunel? Strict translation: ?we-do to-want [we] [the] dogwolf? Or: Do we want the dog? All verbs are accompanied by a verb-tense. Verb-tenses are conjugated, like so: Present tense: I do: sta you do: ste he/she/it does: sti we do: sto they do: stu you-all do: sty (pronounced "yuh") Past tense: I did: stak you did: stek he/she/it did: stik we did: stok they did: stuk you-all did: styk (pronounced "yuh") Future tense: I will: stal you will: stel he/she/it will: stil we will: stol they will: stul you-all will: styl

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Quigon's reaction to the hellhound is shock and anger but then he starts to coo over the three headed puppy. Also what's the hellhound's name? Because I could see it as bezelbub and it's nickname would be bez.

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With a groan, Qui-Gon sat back in the uncomfortable kitchen chair. It was about time that he requested new ones from the quarter master. It couldn’t be that his back began to hurt after sitting an hour, controlling homework.

“I hate paperwork,” he groaned once more, rubbing at his temple. It was already bad enough that he and his Padawan were to stay in the temple for an uncertain amount of time so that his ginger haired brat could catch up to his agemates, but the Council - in their endless kindness - had given him a class to teach and supervise since apparently the Master, who usually taught them, was ill. It was not like Qui-Gon did not like to teach, he just hated to correct papers.

He pushed a few strands of his brown hair out of his face. His braid had gotten lose, but he couldn’t bother himself to renew it. He wondered how his Padawan was faring. He knew for a fact that Obi-Wan was making much progress in the material he had missed. It was incredible and astonished the bearded male every time, how easy his student rushed through his lessons. Weren’t this the case, they wouldn’t be able to go on such long and certainly not on so many missions.

A quick check on the chrono that hung on the wall across from him, told the Jedi Master that his charge’s last lesson had ended an hour or so ago. Usually, the ginger haired Padawan went to meditate afterwards, or he spared alone. The hour after lessons was Obi-Wan’s time and Obi-Wan’s alone. It was important for growing people to have freedoms and Obi-Wan was no exception.

“I wonder when he will be back,” the long haired man mumbled to himself. He did not deny that the boy’s mere presence did wonders to his mood. He was a beacon on the Force and he always lightened his day.

As if on cue, did Qui-Gon hear the door to their shared quarters opening. A lot of Obi-Wan’s agemates preferred having their own rooms, but the ginger haired male liked living with his Master. He would be spending most of his time with the older male anyway.

“I’m home,” called Obi-Wan.

Qui-Gon didn’t stop the smile that appeared on his features. “Welcome home, Padawan. I trust that you had a good day?”

“Yes,” the boy called from the hallway. “Though I had a strange run-in with Master Tahl.”

“Oh?” a bad feeling arose in his chest. “Why ‘strange’?” he asked.

“That’s hard to explain… I can show you,” the Padawan answered.

Qui-Gon was just trying to decide if it was worth the effort to stand up and meet the boy, or if he should at least pretend to be the proper Jedi Master and be ‘patient’. Eventually he deemed it better to change his sitting accommodation and he made his way into the living room, just in time for his Padawan to enter as well.

Qui-Gon was startled at his Padawan’s appearance. It was not the boy himself that was unusually, but that he obviously had a living being in his arms. He tilted his head. “Padawan,” he started carefully, Tahl already forgotten in the face of this… development, “is this perhaps a ‘pathetic lifeform’ that I see there?” he could not help but tease.

To the boy’s credit, he did not blush, but he WAS fidgeting uncomfortable. “No exactly Master?” The older male raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for an explanation. “It is a… gift.”

“A gift?” he wondered. Who would gift his student a ‘pathetic lifeform’ as Obi-Wan always called them?

“Well,” the boy got to his knees, setting the bundle down and desperately trying to unwrap the small being, which was trashing around like a fish out of water, making it hard for the ginger haired teenager. “You see, little Beelzebub - or Belz for short - was a present from Master Tahl.”

He had finally managed to get the towel off of the animal, who rolled over the floor, before getting to his feet.

Qui-Gon was not sure what he was supposed to do or to feel now. There was his natural connection to all living things, but his mind screamed at him to get away from the three-headed puppy as soon as possible. There was definitely something demonic around it.

There was also anger in the Jedi Master, a lot of it in fact. How DARE this woman get so close to his Padawan? It was bad enough that she was spending so much time with him, but since it was part of the deal, it couldn’t be evaded. But hadn’t he made it absolutely clear that she was to stay away from Obi-Wan?

The middle head barked happily, the dog’s tail was wiggling wildly and the creature jumped up and down in excitement. He was a buoyant little thing. The right head turned and started nibbling at the ear of the middle head, which gave a pained yelp and therefore caused the left head to growl in annoyance. Qui-Gon wondered if all head could feel pain if one of them experienced it, but then he quickly pushed that thought aside. He DIDN’T want to know, because he didn’t want to have to do anything with that thing.

The dog however, seemed oblivious to the tall male’s turmoil, for he turned to look at the Padawan. All three heads barked friendly at the boy and when Obi-Wan opened his arms, the creature dashed forward. Qui-Gon was about to yell for his Padawan to get away from that monstrosity, when the dog suddenly stumbled over its own paws, doing a somersault and landing sprawled on the ground before the ginger haired boy.

Obi-Wan chuckled, he too did not seem to notice his Master’s anger at the demon woman. Instead the Padawan reached out and picked the dog up, settling it on his lap and allowing the three heads to eagerly licks his face.

It was in this moment that Qui-Gon hated his connection to the living Force more than anything. His Padawan was happy and the only feelings he could read from the three-headed dog, were happiness, awe and something that felt close to love, which was solemnly directed at the merry Padawan.

“Can we keep him Master, please?” it was rare of Obi-Wan to ask for anything and therefore it was hard for Qui-Gon to say ‘no’.

The Jedi Master in question watched the boy and the dog play on the ground, before he slowly crept forward, kneeling beside his charge. “I don’t know Padawan,” he replied.

“Please?” it was hard to say, who looked more like a puppy in this moment, the three-headed puppy itself or the Padawan with the wide and pleading blue-green eyes.

Something told Qui-Gon - and it sounded suspiciously like both the Force AND his consciousness - that his Padawan would not talk or voluntary spent time with him, were he to say ‘no’.

“Obi-Wan, this is a huge responsibility,” he said carefully. Was he just imagining it, or was there a light bond between boy and dog?

“I know Master and I promise, will take good care of him.”

The long haired Jedi Master was struggling with himself. It was the fact that it had been Tahl, who had given the little creature to his Padawan that bothered him so. He slowly reached out to the dog, allowing all three heads to sniff his hand, before petting the one closest to him.

“Alright,” he sighed. “But you are responsible for him. Train him and take good care of him, or we will have to give him away.”

“I will Master, I promise,” the Force was almost blinding. It reflected the pure joy of the young Padawan and while it was heartwarming, it did nothing to lighten Qui-Gon’s heart. He desperately hoped that he had not just committed a huge mistake…

#star wars #demon au #demon tahl #deal with the devil #hellhound #obi-wan's pet #obi wan kenobi #beelzebub the hellhound #qui gon jinn #poor qui-gon #he doesn't know what to do #worry #anger #padawan obi-wan #happy obi-wan #prompt #mostie01

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