#fab/assembly

[fabdante]

Personal headcanon that reboot Dante shares preboot Dante's absolutely dogshit luck at games of chance, including cards and dice games. The only one at the table with worse luck than him is Vergil, and even then, it's only by a slim margin.

Basically what I'm saying is put these two dweebs in a D&D party (probably as a bard or rogue, so all the tasty bonuses those classes give you to skill checks means they don't just insta-die every time the DM throws a saving throw at them), they'd be fucking hilarious. There'd be so much bickering and petty bitching, it'd be hilarious.

I would LOVE to see the reboot gang play DND it would be so funny asdfghjk Dante and Vergil would constantly be fighting and I can definitely see both of them having very shit dice rolls a lot of the time.

I've headcanoned in various AU's about Vergil DMing campaigns for friends but he has to play sometimes, you know, and I would love to see the shenanigan's Dante would drag the whole party into

[honeytonedhottie]

wellness for the hotties⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🪞🎀

this is honey's updated wellness post for the girlies who love to romanticize their routines, listen to their bodies and take impeccable care of themselves. these r my routines and rituals that keep me glowing…💬🎀

LYMPHATIC DRAINAGE ;

lymphatic drainage massage has been an absolute GAME changer for me like OH MY GOSH?? and it literally takes no more than ten minutes a day and its lowkey like giving myself a massage 💕.

one thing i will say though, the order in which u drain is SO important so make sure to do it in the proper order. this is the lymphatic drainage massage that i do every single day, i rly love this one bcuz the doctor in the video actually explains it and shows u how to do it so i rly love it.

HOT OR NOT ;

so i drink hot drinks while eating and i drink cold drinks when im not. drinking warm drinks while eating/before eating help relax your stomach muscles and improve blood circulation to your digestive organs. and cold drinks cause blood vessels in your stomach to tighten, slowing down digestion. it also helps with other things like...

🫖 reduces bloating

🫖 helps with detoxification

🫖 gentle on ur throat and stomach

HOW TO MAKE A GINGER SHOT ;

so i own a juicer but assembling it and disassembling it is soo tedious and i'd rather just use my blender so im going to be talking about how i make ginger shots using a blender. all ur going to need are the following...

🌟 a few pieces of ginger (i usually just use one or two small pieces)

🌟 some water

🌟 cayenne powder if u want an extra kick (optional)

🌟 some lemon

🌟 strainer

and all u have to do is lightly peel ur pieces of ginger, dont worry about getting all the skin off but just get as much as u can off. put it into ur blender with some water and squeeze half a lemon into it before blending. next ur going to take ur strainer and separate the pulp from the juice and ur all done!

HOTTIES REPS ;

i always start all my workouts briskly walking for 30 minutes on the treadmill at an incline. i watch kimora lee simmon's life in the fab lane show while i do this because each episode is around 30-40 minutes so i keep myself distracted. or if im feeling for something different i'll go on the elliptical instead of the treadmill.

at the moment... the workouts that im doing consistently everyday are 10 minute waist + tummy workout, 10 minute hourglass abs workout, 5 minute stomach vacuum, 5 minute abs and small waist pilates workout routine, 5 minute everyday pilates lower abs for abs. and then for booty i love to do 12 minute booty workout (with resistance bands or weights), and 10 minute bubble butt burnout. now for my arms and back i do 10 minute slim back & better posture, 5 min slim and toned arms workout, and 8 minute victorias secret angel arms. if u guys want more on working out and stuff i can make a post on that too!

MENTALLY MOISTURIZED ;

i've been consistently journaling for about three years now and its been fabulous. i can get all my thoughts out onto paper and not feel like im carrying a million pounds of stress on my head. i feel overwhelmed a lot because i do SO much and journaling has really helped me.

also i have a super fabulous therapist who helps teach me how to ground myself, and just take care of myself better so shes great. if u can't have a therapist right now, journaling is great... and between me and you... chat gpt makes a great therapist.

i love meditating every now and then when i feel like i wanna just immerse myself in my brain, another thing i do to keep a good mental space is digital detoxes. every other week i get off of tiktok and it has been SO great for me. i also don't use my phone in the mornings because i just need time to get ready and have a screen free morning, its rly so pleasant. if im sad, i cheer myself up with shopping.

SIP PRETTY ;

i follow this one girl on youtube, i'll link her right here ❤︎ but she has amazing juicing recipes and healthy lifestyle content in general that rly inspires me. i make the same juices she does and they taste generally good and are good for you. i like to make juice once a week, maybe twice. whenever i feel like i need it essentially.

IN BED BY 9... GLOWING BY 8 ;

SLEEP IS A NON NEGOTIABLE. even if u eat super healthy and workout everyday, if ur not sleeping enough it's like shooting yourself in the foot! you need ur beauty sleep. sleep is when your body heals, resets, and literally glows up from the inside out. it helps balance your hormones, support your metabolism, and keep your skin clear and glowing. not to be dramatic but… no amount of eye cream or green juice can fix chronic exhaustion. and thats the real gag.

FEET UP THE WALL POSE ;

when u elevate ur legs, ur letting gravity do all the work for you. draining lymph, reducing swelling, and boosting circulation. it’s perfect after a long day or when you’re feeling puffy and need a moment of calm.

CYCLE SYNCING ;

so there are four menstrual phases. luteal (before period, when u start to feel sluggish) menstrual (during ur period) follicular (after ur period so improved mood and brain function) and ovulation (ur feeling confident, like the summer of ur body). the way i incorporate cycle syncing is just, during my luteal phase i won't over-stuff my agenda bcuz ik i get super sluggish and cranky.

i also make sure to pour into myself during the menstrual and luteal phases. i plan my bigger projects during follicular and ovulation. i plan my workouts accordingly too, and set aside extra time for rest. i eat a lot of soups during my period -> red meat and fermented foods during follicular -> fibrous foods during ovulation -> and healthy fats and chocolate during luteal.

its super simple! and to make it simpler think of it like seasons. ur menstrual phase is the winter -> follicular is the spring -> ovulation is summer -> and luteal is fall.

to finish off this post, start noticing what drains you, what fills your cup, and having the self-respect to choose what’s good for you…💬🎀

[mx-anthropy]

I saw a few people saying don't trust mech repair shops that are clean, and that you gotta go to the ones that are dirty and have crap everywhere 'cause they'll do a proper job and fix your rig cheaper and better.

While I agree in general, it's an even better sign if that shop has that *one* bay and workbench area that is conspicuously clean. Every good workshop has *that bay*.

That's the bay for when they need to go cleanroom on something. Pulling and refurbishing laser arrays, injection pumps, etc. Manually recalibrating gyros. Re-valving joint dampers. Fabbing up "custom" bracketry to fit that aftermarket heat exchanger that's *supposed* to be a direct bolt on OE style replacement and you just *know* it's not going to be that simple cause it never is, but the efficiency is so much better than the factory crap and who the hell wants to pay for a new genuine exchanger anyway, if you can even get one?

The number of absolute cowboy techs I've seen that think that just because they've done a bunch of work on their pa's agricultural mechs for years, they know everything there is to know about mech internals, strip down and reassemble a combat-rated set of hand actuators literally just on the god damned shop floor, only to wonder why all the hydraulics piss fluid out as soon as they run it through a test cycle. They might *look* the same as pappy's mech actuators, but they have way tighter tolerances and they run *way* thinner fluids in them. You get so much as a nick in the sealing surface of one of those rods and it's not gonna seal again. And before any goobers come for me saying "JuSt RuN tHiCkEr OiL" if you put anything thicker than 2W-5 in those things they'll just lock up. Won't leak but you'll not be using that hand for anything but karate chopping your opposition.

Anyway rant over, TLDR next time your stompy death machine needs actual proper work done, and not just entire unit assemblies throwm at the problem, take it somewhere that actually cares to understand the concept of machined tolerances.

[the-vampire-shed]

guys guys guys. hear me out. a DATING SIM for the fab four. I wanna do something productive with my life, and bedrotting does NOT look good on me. since i'm already in school for digital media/coding/game design, I thought that it would be a fun idea to put my knowledge to the test and have some fun while i'm at it! there's a few problems.

I want Mr. Way's blessing and permission to make this game.

I would have to assemble an elite team of passionate freelancers to help with assets and such.

this would be a long-term project. I'm autistic, and burnout is a VERY real problem for me. this means i may need some other people to take the reins when i can't function.

I have no idea if people would even be interested in this.

there would be a discord server for people interested in helping make the game/watch the progress.

this game would be FREE TO PLAY. this means I will not be getting any monetary gain from this. If any money is donated to this project, it will be used to buy drawing tablets and subscriptions to art/game creating programs.

there's probably a lot more that could be added, but I just needed to get these thoughts out before I lose them.

Do NOT spam Mr. Way's social media pages to bring this to their attention. I would be very grateful if you could mention/share this post wherever you can.

Thank you for reading!

PLEASE REBLOG!

[tavolgisvist]

The Beatle way of life was like a young kid entering the big world, entering it with friends and conquering it totally. And that was fantastic. An incredible experience. So when that idea really came that we should break up, I don't think any of us wanted to accept it. It was the end of the legend, even in our own minds. Marilyn Monroe gets to believe eventually that she's Marilyn Monroe. Now I feel that's how the Beatles got to be -- I'm just speaking for me. You were very much a Beatle in your own eyes, and to an extent we all still are. Thinking back, I think it was great what John said. And he told us, 'Look everything sort of comes together right.' And now I agree. We'd just made this album and it was to be called 'Get Back' and on the cover was a photograph showing us in exactly the same position as in the first album we'd made -- the whole lettering and the background was exactly reproduced. So John said, 'It's a perfect circle, you know.' I think what John did was tremendous from the point of view of 'Okay, so we are actually going to go our own ways.' You just can't be as tied together as we were for so long a period of time, unless you all live in the same house. From then onward it was to be a question of living your own life, which was the first real turn-on for me in a long time -- and this coincided with my meeting Linda. So early in 1970 I phoned John and told him I was leaving the Beatles too. He said, 'Good! That makes two of us who have accepted it mentally.'

(Paul McCartney, April 16th 1971, interview with Richard Merryman for Life Magazine)

By the way, what happened to my idea of putting the parody of our first album cover on the Let It Be cover?

(John Lennon's letter, published in Melody Maker in the December 4th 1971)

While the Beatles were working on Abbey Road, Glyn Johns was attempting to prepare Get Back for release. The album he assembled included “Get Back,” “Dig a Pony,” “The One after 909,” “I’ve Got a Feeling,” “For You Blue,” “Let It Be,” “Two of Us,” “Dig It,” and “Maggie Mae,” which would all appear in some form on the official Let It Be album when released in May 1970. The songs on Johns’s version that would not be found on Let It Be were “Don’t Let Me Down,” “Teddy Boy,” and the oldies medley “Rocker” (which is a snippet of “I’m Ready” from Fats Domino) and “Save the Last Dance For Me.” He also did not include “Across the Universe” and “I Me Mine” on the first version of the Get Back album that he prepared. He did include studio chatter. A cover shot was prepared for the album, featuring the Beatles, with long hair and dressed in their hippie finery, in the same pose and location where the cover shot of Please Please Me had been taken—an outdoor balcony at EMI’s Manchester Square headquarters in London. The group even used the same photographer who had taken the previous shot, Angus McBean, though the new photo was slightly altered because the exact construction of the balcony had been changed since 1963. The proposed back cover art also replicated the look of the original album, with liner notes by Tony Barrow, who’d written the original back cover copy for Please Please Me. The new album title mirrored the full title of their debut album; Please Please Me with Love Me Do and 12 Other Songs replaced by Get Back with Don’t Let Me Down and 9 Other Songs (subsequently and then being replaced with Get Back with Don’t Let Me Down and 12 Other Songs). The new McBean photo that would not be used would eventually be used for the 1973 double album compilation 1967–1970, referred to as the Blue Album, and the original McBean photo would adorn the double album compilation 1962–1966, referred to as the Red Album. <...>

The Let It Be (Get Back) cover was my [John Kosh] answer to the White Album—a funereal package as a tribute to the Fab’s swan song. But Abbey Road interceded so the transition is no longer apparent.” The decision over which cover idea to use—the one that aped Please Please Me or Kosh’s “funereal” design—was finally made by Paul. (sorry? when and how he did it?) “I mocked up both the Let It Be and Get Back covers with Jack Oliver for Paul while he wavered on the title,” says Kosh. “John wanted to Get Back to their roots whereas Paul wanted to Let It Be. I had prepared final art for both as the deadline was looming.”

(Act Naturally The Beatles on Film by Steve Matteo, 2023)

(Part I, II, III, IV)

[novaursa]

Of Gods and Men (god killer)

This is Dune/GOT/HOTD/FAB/ASOIAF crossover AU that you've voted for. If you always wanted to see House Targaryen in space, I got you. Please note how some of the lore of both universes is bent to blend in both worlds. This is my original idea that I've been cooking for at least two years. Be gentle with my work, and enjoy the ride.

- Summary: House Targaryen survives their ancient exile after being overthrown by House Corrino and the Bene Gesserit. Fleeing to the unknown planet Albiron, the Targaryens build a hidden civilization powered by drakaon crystals, reviving their dragons and creating advanced technology. Millennia later, whispers of their survival begin to surface as the Bene Gesserit confront a mysterious Red Woman on Arrakis, who warns of a coming Prince That Was Promised destined to challenge their control. The Targaryens secretly prepare to return, ready to reclaim their legacy.

- Pairing: reader!Daenys Targaryen/Leto Atredies

- Note: For more details about House Targaryen and their technology, please check out the masterlist.

- Rating: Mature 16+

- Previous part: coventat

- Next part: the path

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne @oxymakestheworldgoround

The sky over Arrakeen was a deep orange, dust from the desert swirling in the air as the winds picked up. The entourage from House Corrino descended from their ships with all the pomp and arrogance expected from the Imperial family. Behind them, the Reverend Mother Gaius Helen Mohiam and several other members of the Bene Gesserit Sisterhood followed closely, their expressions masked but sharp. Key members of The Guild walked with a purposeful step, their faces unreadable beneath the shadows of their hoods.

Standing at the forefront, Leto, you, Aenys, Hawat, Gurney, Paul, and Jessica stood with a mixed delegation from House Atreides and Targaryen, their posture tense as they awaited the visitors. The air was thick with animosity, and it took only moments for the strained atmosphere to become palpable.

The Emperor Shaddam IV approached first, his eyes sweeping over the gathered assembly with a practiced air of indifference. But the weight of his arrival wasn’t lost on anyone. This was no casual visit; this was an attempt to salvage his slipping grip on the universe.

With a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, Shaddam spoke, his voice ringing out over the wind. "Duke Leto, your continued presence on Arrakis has not gone unnoticed. I believe it's time to ensure the future of the Empire... with an alliance." His gaze flickered to Paul, then back to Leto. "I offer you the hand of my daughter, Irulan, in marriage to your son, Paul. Together, we can secure stability, and your position here on Arrakis will be... acknowledged."

Leto’s expression didn’t change, but the tension in his jaw betrayed his irritation. Before he could respond, Paul spoke up, his voice clear and resolute. "I refuse."

A ripple of surprise passed through the assembled crowd, though the Reverend Mother’s expression remained unreadable. Shaddam’s jaw tightened, but he forced a smile. "Refuse? You would reject an Imperial marriage? This is an opportunity to—"

"I said no," Paul cut in, his voice unwavering. "I have no interest in your daughter or your offers."

Leto nodded, stepping forward to back his son. "My son’s decision is final. We will not be part of your schemes, Shaddam. Not now, not ever."

The air grew colder as the Reverend Mother Gaius Helen took a step forward, her piercing gaze landing on Jessica. "You’ve allowed this, Jessica? You’ve let your son and the Duke to ally with... dragonspawn from across the universe, and now you sit idly while another great House is removed from our plans?"

Her words were a thinly veiled insult, but the true jab came when her eyes flickered briefly toward you, who stood quietly beside Leto, visibly pregnant. The weight of the Reverend Mother's disdain was clear, and her implication stung even more sharply.

Leto’s irritation flared into anger. He moved, standing protectively in front of you, his expression dark and filled with warning. "You will not speak to my wife or her family like that ever again. Do you understand?"

The Guild representative, sensing the mounting tension, stepped forward next, his voice calm but filled with an undercurrent of menace. "Duke Leto, your involvement with the Targaryens threatens the flow of spice across the universe. Without it, the Guild cannot operate. The Empire will collapse."

Leto narrowed his eyes at the man. "On the contrary," he said evenly, "the spice has never flowed in such capacity as it does now. Thanks to our combined efforts, production is higher than ever. The Targaryens have helped ensure that. So if your concerns lie with the spice... they are unfounded."

The representative stiffened, but before the conversation could continue, Aenys stepped forward. His presence was commanding, even without the dragons looming in the distance. His cold, calculating gaze landed on Shaddam, and for the first time, the Emperor seemed unsettled.

"You will leave Arrakis," Aenys said, his voice as sharp as the blade of a sword. "You and your lapdogs," he glanced at the Reverend Mother and the Guild representative, "will vacate this planet. And if I see an Imperial frigate inside my space again, it will be shot down on sight."

The silence that followed was deafening. Shaddam’s face flushed with barely concealed fury, but he said nothing. He knew better than to challenge the Dragonlord outright, not when so much power hung in the balance.

The Emperor straightened, turning on his heel without another word, and his entourage followed suit. The air was still thick with unspoken threats as they left, but for now, the battle had been won.

As they walked away, Leto exhaled, turning to look at you, his hand finding yours. The silent solidarity between you both was enough.

The caverns echoed with the rhythmic clink of armor and boots as Feyde-Rautha Harkonnen led his men deeper into the labyrinth beneath the sands of Arrakis. These dark, twisting tunnels had become familiar to him over the past weeks, each incursion pushing further into Targaryen territory. His troops moved with caution, their eyes constantly scanning the shadows, ever wary of a sudden dragon's breath or a Targaryen ambush.

But Feyde had learned something important during their operations: the Targaryens, despite their might and dragons, weren’t invincible. Every push into these caverns yielded more valuable intel. Every hidden nook and cranny they uncovered revealed a little more about the enemy. His men had grown bolder, emboldened by the small victories that came with each excursion.

In the dim glow of their torches, one of his lieutenants approached, his helmet tucked under his arm, eyes sharp with anticipation. "We’ve gathered enough information to draw her out," he said, his voice low but steady. "Daenys. If we push the right buttons, we might just get her on dragonback."

Feyde barely glanced at the man, his eyes focused on the walls of the cavern as though considering every possibility, every outcome. "And the brothers?" he asked, his tone almost disinterested. He was fixated on one target alone—you.

"They’ve been busy consolidating their forces, especially after the failed attack on the Atreides stronghold. But they’re spread thin, focused on the desert infrastructure and maintaining alliances. If we strike at the right moment, we can cut off their support before they realize what’s happening."

Feyde finally turned his head, a smile playing on his lips. "Good. We need to be patient, though." He moved further into the cave, the dark rock reflecting his calm confidence. "Daenys... she’s been reported to be giving birth, hasn't she?"

The lieutenant nodded. "Yes, as we speak. It’s unlikely she’ll engage us anytime soon."

Feyde’s smile grew, dark and calculating. "Then we wait. We’ve been patient this long. What are a few more months?"

His words sent a wave of quiet murmurs through the ranks of his men. The Harkonnens were not known for their patience, but Feyde had always been different. He enjoyed the chase, the slow unraveling of his enemies' weaknesses. And now, with you vulnerable, he felt the thrill of victory closer than ever before.

"Her brothers will be busy handling the Targaryen forces, and she’ll be occupied with the birth." Feyde’s voice dripped with cold certainty. "Which leaves her dragon. Without their full strength behind them, we’ll have our opportunity. But we must strike carefully. If we push too soon, we risk tipping our hand."

The lieutenant nodded, understanding the subtlety of the plan. "So we’ll keep observing. Wait for the perfect moment."

Feyde’s grin widened, his eyes gleaming in the low light of the cavern. "Exactly. Let them think they’re safe. Let them enjoy their moments of triumph. Because when we strike, it’ll be from the shadows, and they’ll never see it coming."

The cavern grew quiet again, save for the faint sounds of Feyde’s men continuing their quiet work. Each step they took, each hidden chamber they mapped, brought them closer to their goal: to draw you out, to capture or kill you, and to send a message to your House that even dragons could be hunted.

Feyde turned back to the darkness ahead, his mind already calculating the next move. "Let her rest," he muttered to himself, more amused than concerned. "We’ll take care of her when the time is right."

For now, patience was their greatest weapon. And Feyde intended to wield it with the precision of a dagger.

The walls of the Arrakeen stronghold hummed with a strange sense of anticipation. Inside, the combined forces of House Atreides and House Targaryen moved with an unspoken purpose, the air thick with the knowledge that something monumental was happening. It wasn’t just another political maneuver or military strategy; this was personal. Deep within the stronghold, you were giving birth.

The room where you lay was a blend of tradition and innovation—Targaryen banners fluttered alongside the Atreides colors, while advanced medical technology hummed alongside ancient Targaryen remedies. Leto stood by your side, his face pale but his grip on your hand steady, as if holding you could anchor him through the storm of emotion that surged within him. The birth of his children—your children—was imminent.

Through the haze of pain, you felt the world narrowing, every breath drawing you closer to the moment that would change everything. It felt both surreal and inevitable, a moment foretold in both your visions and Paul's dreams. Even now, through the intensity of it all, you could sense the connection that bound your House to this moment, to this new life.

The midwives moved around you, their voices calm and steady, guiding you through every wave of pain. Leto whispered words of encouragement, though his voice cracked with the strain of watching you in pain, helpless except for his presence. His fingers brushed your hair from your face, his gaze never leaving yours.

Hours passed, but time lost meaning in the blur of effort and anticipation. And then, at last, the cry. A piercing wail that broke through the tension in the room.

“A boy,” one of the midwives announced, her voice filled with awe.

And then, moments later, another cry—softer, yet no less powerful.

“A girl.”

You leaned back, your body spent but your heart full, as the midwives moved to place the newborns in your arms. Leto, standing by your side, gazed down at them with a look that was equal parts disbelief and pure joy.

“They’re perfect,” he murmured, his voice filled with emotion. He looked at you, his eyes filled with a deep, unspoken love. “What should we name them?”

You watched him, seeing the pride and awe in his expression, and you knew that these names would carry more than just family legacy—they would be the beginning of a new era.

“The boy,” Leto said softly, looking at his son, “Aenor, after both our families.”

He then turned his gaze to your daughter, her tiny fists clenched as she wriggled in your arms. “And for the girl... Rhaelys.”

The names settled over the room like a benediction, their weight both ancient and new. The children squirmed in your arms, already carrying the legacy of two Houses—one born of fire and blood, the other born of dignity and honor.

Suddenly, the doors to the chamber burst open with an energy that could only belong to one person. Aenys, your father, strode in, his usually composed face uncharacteristically lit with excitement. He took in the scene, his gaze immediately finding you and the twins in your arms. His eyes softened in a way that few had ever seen.

“Grandchildren,” he breathed, his voice carrying the awe of a man who had seen much but never this. “My first.”

You watched as the great Dragonlord, the warrior who had led your House through exile and war, approached with a reverence you had never seen from him before. He knelt beside the bed, his fingers brushing the soft heads of Aenor and Rhaelys with a gentleness that was almost startling.

“You’ve given me the future of our House,” Aenys said, his voice low, meant for your ears and Leto’s. “And they will carry both the blood of the dragon and the strength of House Atreides.”

Leto smiled at your father, though he still looked slightly stunned by everything happening so quickly. “They will be raised to honor both our legacies.”

Aenys met Leto’s gaze, and for a brief moment, the two men—once strangers from different worlds—shared an unspoken understanding. They were bound now, not just by an alliance, but by blood, by family.

For a moment, all the political intrigue, all the looming threats from Harkonnen and the Empire, faded into the background. In this room, in this moment, there was only joy.

As the door to the chamber opened again softly, Paul stepped inside, his movements hesitant at first, as if unsure he was ready to confront the reality of his dreams. He had seen them—your children—in countless dreams and visions, both as siblings and as something entirely different in other paths that might have been. This moment, though, felt like a convergence of everything he had seen and everything he hadn’t yet understood.

He approached slowly, his eyes drawn immediately to the newborns resting in your arms, their small forms swaddled in the deep silks of both House Targaryen and House Atreides. Leto, still at your side, noticed Paul and gave him a quiet nod of acknowledgment. Aenys, standing tall but calm beside you, watched Paul with a knowing look, recognizing the deeper forces at play.

“They are perfect,” Paul said, his voice barely a whisper, though it carried the weight of his vision. He stepped closer to you, his eyes scanning the tiny faces of his brother and sister. The boy, Aenor, had a shock of silver hair, pale like the moon over Arrakis, and his lilac eyes already opened, gazing with a strange awareness that mirrored your own. The girl, Rhaelys, had a softer expression, her own eyes closed but her features delicate, bearing a gentleness beneath the strength of her bloodline.

Paul couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of déjà vu. He had dreamed of them long before now, but in some dreams, they weren’t just his siblings. They were... something more. A different path. A different destiny. In those visions, they had worn the marks of power, rulers in their own right, shaping the course of history in ways he could barely comprehend. But here and now, they were simply his family. And yet, the weight of what they might become lingered in the air, as if the future was still waiting to unfold in ways none of them could fully grasp.

Paul crouched slightly, meeting Aenor’s steady gaze. The boy blinked, as if studying him in return, and Paul felt a chill run through him. “I saw you,” he murmured, almost to himself. “In a future that never came.”

You tilted your head, watching Paul carefully. “What did you see?”

Paul swallowed, unsure how to explain the tangled web of visions that had haunted him for so long. “I saw them as something else. Rulers... or maybe warriors. They were powerful in ways I didn’t understand. And in those dreams, I wasn’t their brother. I was something else. An ally, maybe. Or a rival. It was unclear.”

You nodded, a soft understanding passing between you both. You, too, had seen pieces of those possible futures in your own dragon dreams, fleeting images that seemed to tug at the edges of your consciousness. But here, in this moment, the reality felt far more grounded.

“They are our future now,” you said quietly, shifting slightly to adjust the swaddle around Rhaelys, whose tiny fist had poked out, waving gently in the air. “Whatever paths were before, this is the one we’ve chosen.”

Paul glanced at you, his expression softening. “I hope you’re right.”

Aenys, standing behind you, cleared his throat, his booming voice breaking the quiet moment. “You were meant to be here, Paul,” he said, his gaze sharp but not unkind. “To witness this. To know that your dreams may show many paths, but the choice is always yours.”

Paul straightened, his eyes lingering on the twins a moment longer before he looked to his father, Leto, and then back at you. “I hope they find strength in the legacy we’re building,” he said finally, stepping back slightly to give you space.

Leto’s hand brushed yours again, the gesture gentle, as if grounding you both in the present. Whatever the future held, whatever dreams or visions haunted them all, this was a moment of peace. A new generation had been born, and for now, that was enough.

In the stronghold’s bustling halls, preparations were well underway for a modest celebration in honor of the birth of Leto and your twins. It had been decided that the gathering would be small but significant—just enough to mark the occasion without overwhelming the household. Gurney Halleck had taken it upon himself to lighten the Duke's load, and alongside Vaegor and Duncan Idaho, he moved through the stronghold like a man on a mission. There was laughter, hurried work, and Gurney’s gruff voice could be heard giving orders, his own way of making sure everything was perfect for Leto and you.

“C’mon, Duncan, a bit more care with those banners. We’re not Harkonnens throwing some slapdash party,” Gurney said, shaking his head as Duncan adjusted a hanging cloth bearing the colors of House Atreides.

Duncan chuckled, always enjoying Gurney’s particular brand of leadership. “And here I thought we were aiming for subtle, not grand.”

“Subtle, yes,” Vaegor muttered as he checked the seating arrangements, his sharp eyes scanning every corner of the hall. “But we are still Targaryens, and nothing is done without purpose.”

As they continued preparing, Thufir Hawat stood a short distance away, overseeing the security measures with his usual hawk-like intensity. His focus shifted, however, when he spotted Jessica standing in the corner of the room, her face tight, watching the preparations with an unreadable expression. He hesitated only a moment before making his way over to her.

"Lady Jessica," Hawat greeted, his tone respectful but firm. "This birth... it changes things, doesn’t it?"

Jessica’s gaze didn’t shift from the preparations. “Changes? It solidifies things, Hawat. The twins are a sign that the path Leto has chosen is... complete.” Her voice carried a heavy weight of resignation.

Hawat’s eyes narrowed. "A path forever severed from the Sisterhood’s grip. The blood of the dragon now runs through House Atreides, and there will be no turning back. No more Bene Gesserit manipulations, no more whispered futures for next Atredies Dukes to follow.”

Jessica turned toward him, her face calm, but her eyes betrayed the storm within. “You think I don’t know that? The Sisterhood will make me suffer for my failure, Hawat. They will see it as a betrayal of the highest order. I was supposed to be their instrument, their key to controlling this House and securing their plans for the future. And I failed.”

Hawat’s face softened, though only slightly. “The Duke made his choice, Jessica. And you know, deep down, it was his to make. The Sisterhood tried to guide him, but they didn’t account for the will of the Targaryens. Or for your son.”

Jessica’s lips pressed into a thin line, a flicker of sadness crossing her face. “It’s not just me who will suffer. The Duke... Leto, he will pay a price too. One that may come from forces even he doesn’t see coming. The Emperor is watching. The Guild is waiting. And the Sisterhood... they will not forget.”

Hawat glanced back toward the preparations for the celebration, the laughter and lightness of the moment starkly contrasting the conversation. "Leto is prepared for the consequences of his actions. He knows the stakes. And if the Targaryens have taught us anything, it’s that survival sometimes means cutting ties with old masters."

Jessica gave a small, bitter laugh. “You speak as if survival is something guaranteed. But the Sisterhood... they have long memories. And they’ll find a way to make sure the Atreides pay for defying them.”

Hawat turned his sharp gaze on her. "That’s where you’re wrong. The Atreides are no longer under their control. Leto has forged a new alliance, one with blood as strong as the Bene Gesserit’s... perhaps even stronger. Whatever retribution the Sisterhood plans, it’ll be met with the strength of two Houses. The Atreides will survive."

Jessica didn’t respond, but her silence was telling. Hawat could see the resignation in her posture, the realization that her place in this House, in Leto’s life, was slipping further away. As the preparations continued around them, it was clear that the twins’ birth wasn’t just a celebration of new life—it was a sign of a new era. One where the influence of the Sisterhood had no place.

And as Hawat turned back to the gathering, a quiet determination settled in him. The Duke had made his choice, and it was one that would shape the future of House Atreides. Whether the Bene Gesserit liked it or not.

The nursery within Arrakeen’s stronghold was quiet, a rare moment of peace after the whirlwind of the past few weeks. The soft coos of the newborn twins filled the room as you sat by their cribs, watching over them with a serene expression. The sunlight filtered in through the windows, casting a gentle glow over the scene.

The twins, Aenor and Rhaelys, lay bundled in silks, their small bodies nestled comfortably. You had been there for hours, unwilling to leave their side. There was something calming about their presence, a reminder that even amidst the chaos of politics and war, life went on.

The door creaked open softly, and Leto stepped into the room, his presence both comforting and curious. He paused for a moment, taking in the scene before him. There you were, sitting with your children, the embodiment of the union that had changed the course of his life—and his House—forever.

But it wasn’t just the sight of you and the twins that caught his attention. His eyes widened slightly as he noticed something unusual in the cribs.

Two large, smooth dragon eggs rested beside the children, their surfaces shimmering with a faint inner glow. These were not like the egg you had gifted him on Arctis—no, these were different. They pulsed with a quiet energy, a warmth that radiated from within. They were alive.

Leto moved closer, his gaze locked on the eggs. "These... they’re not stones," he murmured, more to himself than to you. "They’re viable."

You looked up at him, a small smile playing on your lips as you nodded. "Yes, they are."

Leto crouched beside the cribs, reaching out hesitantly to touch one of the eggs. It was warm to the touch, a steady pulse of life beneath the surface. The realization hit him slowly, the weight of the moment sinking in. These were no mere ornaments—these were the future. Dragons, like the ones of old Valyria.

"Your father left these, didn’t he?" Leto asked, though he already knew the answer.

You nodded again, your gaze soft as you watched the twins sleep beside their eggs. "It’s the custom of our House. A gift to the next generation. My father... he wanted them to have something of our legacy."

Leto exhaled, the magnitude of it all washing over him. "Your father... never does anything without purpose."

A chuckle escaped your lips. "No, he doesn’t. But this—this is tradition. It’s how we ensure our bloodline remains tied to the dragons. And now, Aenor and Rhaelys will have a connection to them, too."

Leto rose to his feet, his eyes not leaving the eggs. The implications were staggering. He had known that by marrying into your House, his children would carry the blood of the dragon. But this—this was something more tangible. More real. The prospect of dragons flying once more, born from his own offspring, filled him with a strange mix of pride and awe.

"It’s incredible," he said softly, turning to look at you. "I never thought... that I’d see dragons reborn, let alone through my own children."

You smiled, a warmth in your eyes that mirrored the life within the eggs. "They are part of both of us now, Leto. Both Atreides and Targaryen. And they will shape the future of our Houses."

He reached out, taking your hand in his, his thumb brushing gently over your skin. "I wonder if they’ll ever know the weight of the legacy they carry."

"They will," you said quietly. "But for now, they are just children. Let them be that for a little while longer."

Leto nodded, though the gravity of the future still lingered in his mind. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, his hand never leaving yours. "You’re right. Let them be children."

As the two of you stood together, watching over your sleeping twins and the dragon eggs beside them, there was a sense of peace in the room. A quiet understanding that, whatever came next, your children would inherit something far greater than titles or power. They would inherit the fire and blood of two great Houses.

And with that, the future—though uncertain—felt a little more secure.

Four months had passed since the birth of your twins, and though you had spent much of that time in relative peace with them and Leto, the call of duty had never fully left your mind. Now, as you stood overlooking the expanse of the deep desert, your thoughts shifted to more pressing matters. The Harkonnen forces had been a constant thorn in your side, their antagonistic movements near the borders of the Targaryen base growing bolder by the day.

Your brother, Maelor, stood beside you, his face drawn in concentration as he debriefed you on the current situation. “They’ve been probing our defenses for weeks now,” he said, his tone sharp with frustration. “It’s clear they’re trying to find a weakness, and with the Atreides dealing with their own skirmishes, it’s become harder to hold them off.”

You frowned, your eyes narrowing as you looked out at the horizon, where the enemy forces gathered just beyond sight. It was time to act. “We’ll engage them head-on,” you said, your voice steady with resolve. “I’ll take Vexiae and lead a strike from the air on one front. You and the Atreides can take them from the other.”

Maelor nodded, though there was a flicker of hesitation in his eyes. “You’re sure you’re ready? It’s only been a few months since…”

“I’m ready,” you interrupted, your gaze hardening. “Our enemies won’t wait for us to be prepared, and neither will I. It’s time to remind them who they’re dealing with.”

Without another word, you turned on your heel, making your way toward the hangar where Vexiae was being prepared. Your dragon had been restless in the past months, sensing your absence from battle, and now it was time to unleash her once more. The attendants were already busy armoring the great beast, her deep red scales gleaming under the desert sun, and the black battle plating fitted perfectly over her wings and chest.

You donned your own battle attire, each piece of armor clicking into place with a precision that felt like second nature. The weight of your sword at your hip was a familiar comfort, and the feeling of purpose settled into your bones as the wind whipped through the base.

As you approached Vexiae, the dragon let out a low, rumbling growl, her fiery eyes locking onto yours. There was a shared understanding between you and the creature—this was what you were meant for. Battle. Leadership. Victory.

Mounting Vexiae, you took a moment to adjust the reins, feeling the powerful muscles beneath you coil in anticipation. Your dragon was ready, and so were you.

“Maelor,” you called down to your brother, who was giving final orders to his troops. “Once we start the assault, I expect you to crush them from the ground. We’ll meet in the center.”

He looked up, giving you a firm nod. “Don’t get too far ahead of us.”

With a final glance back at the base, you clicked your heels against Vexiae’s sides, and with a mighty roar, the dragon leaped into the sky, her wings spreading wide as you soared into the air. The wind whipped against your face, but you felt nothing but focus. The Harkonnens wouldn’t know what hit them.

As you flew over the expanse of the desert, the enemy forces came into view, their encampments scattered across the sand like dark blots against the endless dunes. Vexiae let out a roar that echoed across the landscape, her breath steaming in the cold desert air. The Harkonnen soldiers below turned their heads skyward, panic already beginning to spread as they saw the dragon descending upon them.

Good. Let them fear.

You pulled on the reins, guiding Vexiae into a sharp dive, her armored form cutting through the air like a blade. The moment before impact, you pulled up, sending a torrent of dragonfire down onto the soldiers below. The screams of the Harkonnens filled the air as their front lines were consumed in flames, and the chaos of battle began in earnest.

With Vexiae circling above, you directed her strikes with precision, setting fire to their weapons caches and burning through their defenses. On the horizon, you saw Maelor’s forces advancing, the Atreides banners flying high as they charged the enemy from the opposite side.

This was only the beginning. Today, you would remind the Harkonnens and the entire universe that House Targaryen was not to be trifled with.

And they would burn.

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen stood at the edge of the battle, watching with cruel satisfaction as his forces engaged in a desperate clash against the Targaryen and Atreides troops. His eyes, however, were fixed on the sky, where your dragon, Vexiae, soared through the air with deadly grace, scorching the ground beneath with fire.

Ever since Arctis, since that cold, humiliating day when you had bested him, Feyd had been waiting for this moment. The moment he could bring you and your dragon down, erase the memory of that defeat, and claim the ultimate prize. And today, he had the means to do it.

The Harkonnen weapon—heavy artillery tanks outfitted with specialized targeting systems—were ready. These machines were designed for one purpose: to take down a dragon, even one cloaked from typical radar systems. The technology had cost more than a few lives in experimentation, but now, in this moment, it was all worth it.

“Prepare the artillery,” Feyd ordered, his voice laced with anticipation. He could barely contain the excitement that thrummed through him. “And fire when ready. Let’s clip that beast’s wings.”

His men rushed to follow his command, the whirr of machinery filling the air as the massive artillery guns locked onto Vexiae. It was a weapon designed to track through the Targaryen radar cloaking—a rare find, one they had kept hidden for this very moment. A cruel smile spread across Feyd’s face as he watched the targeting system lock onto you and your dragon.

“Fire!” he commanded, and the ground beneath him shook with the force of the artillery shell being launched.

You were in the midst of a turn, guiding Vexiae for another strike when the first shell hit. It slammed into the dragon’s side with terrifying force, sending you both spinning through the sky. The impact jarred you violently, and you struggled to regain control, but the second shell followed just seconds later, this time hitting one of Vexiae’s wings.

The dragon let out a piercing roar of pain as her wings folded beneath her, and together, you plummeted toward the ground. The wind whipped past your face, and the world spun in a dizzying blur of sand and sky.

Feyd’s laughter echoed across the battlefield as he watched you and Vexiae crash into the sand below. The impact sent a cloud of dust and debris rising into the air, and for a moment, everything was silent.

Slowly, the cloud of sand began to settle, revealing the scene below. Vexiae lay crumpled on the ground, one wing broken and twisted, her body barely moving as she struggled for breath. You were beside her, motionless at first, before a pained groan escaped your lips. You were alive, but barely.

Feyd moved forward, his steps deliberate and slow, savoring every moment as he approached. He had waited for this. Every night since Arctis, he had dreamed of this.

He stood over you now, his shadow falling across your broken form, and for a moment, he simply looked down at you, his expression a mix of glee and triumph.

“Well, well,” he said, his voice dripping with mockery. “The great Targaryen dragonrider, brought down at last. How poetic.”

You groaned again, trying to move, to reach for something—anything—but your body was weak, your strength nearly spent. Vexiae stirred beside you, her fiery eyes still glowing with the embers of life, but she, too, was gravely wounded.

Feyd crouched down, close enough that you could see the twisted smile on his face. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time,” he said softly, his voice filled with malice. “Ever since you humiliated me on Arctis. But now, you’ll pay for that.”

His hand reached for the blade at his belt, and as he drew it, the sunlight gleamed off the cold steel. He held it up, admiring it for a moment before turning his gaze back to you.

“I think I’ll take my time,” he whispered, his voice low and venomous. “Make sure you feel every bit of what’s coming.”

His men gathered behind him, watching with eager anticipation as their leader prepared to finish what he had started. The Harkonnen forces had triumphed here today, and now, they would claim their victory by ending you and your dragon.

But even in your weakened state, something inside you stirred—a flicker of defiance, a refusal to give in. This wasn’t the end. It couldn’t be. Not yet.

Feyd’s blade hovered above you, and he smiled once more, savoring the moment.

“Goodbye, Targaryen.”

Hawat stood silently before Duke Leto in the war room, his face unusually grim. The atmosphere was heavy, and Leto could sense that whatever news Hawat had brought was nothing short of catastrophic. Without waiting for the formalities, the old Mentat spoke.

“Your Grace,” he said, his voice low, “we’ve just received word from our scouts. The Lady Daenys… she and Vexiae were struck down. The Harkonnens... they had a weapon. A heavy artillery tank designed to target her dragon.”

The words hit Leto like a blow to the chest. For a moment, he couldn't breathe. His vision blurred with a mix of rage and fear, his heart pounding in his ears. Daenys. His wife. The mother of his children. The one he had sworn to protect. Gone? No. Not gone. She couldn’t be.

“How bad is it?” Leto forced out, gripping the edge of the table to steady himself.

“Maelor’s forces are already en route,” Hawat replied. “The last we heard, Lady Daenys and the dragon were alive, but barely. The Harkonnens captured them. If we move now, we may still reach them before... before anything worse happens.”

Leto didn’t need to hear anything else. He straightened, all trace of the emotional blow vanishing from his face as the cold, calculating commander in him took over. He turned to his men, already gathering in response to the shift in his demeanor.

“Prepare the Ornithopters,” he ordered, his voice sharp. “We leave immediately.”

Gurney and Duncan exchanged quick glances before nodding and moving to carry out the Duke’s orders. Leto turned back to Hawat, who was already plotting their course. Every second felt like a dagger twisting in his gut. He couldn’t lose her. Not like this. Not to the Harkonnens.

“Gather all available troops,” Leto continued. “I want a full strike force. We will retrieve her. And if the Harkonnens have done anything... anything...”

His voice trailed off, but the meaning was clear. The air in the room was charged with tension as everyone moved with purpose. Leto’s mind raced, filled with images of Daenys—her laughter, her strength, the way she had looked at him the last time they spoke. He couldn’t let that be their final moment together.

Soon enough, the Ornithopters were ready, engines humming and wings twitching as they prepared to take flight. Leto climbed into the pilot’s seat of his own craft, the familiar feel of the controls in his hands grounding him, giving him a focus amidst the storm of emotions threatening to engulf him.

“Ornithopters ready,” Hawat said from his seat beside Leto. “Maelor and his forces have already engaged Harkonnen forces on the ground. We’ll arrive in time to support them.”

Leto nodded, his jaw tight. He refused to acknowledge the worst possibilities that lurked at the edges of his mind. All that mattered now was reaching you. Saving you. Bringing you back.

The Ornithopters lifted into the sky, slicing through the night air. The wind whipped around them, but Leto’s focus was unshakable. His eyes were locked on the horizon, where you were. Where the battle raged.

And where he would bring you back, no matter the cost.

Leto’s Ornithopter descended swiftly, the dust and sand swirling around the landing zone. His heart raced, each beat a dull thud in his chest. As the craft touched down, Leto was out of his seat before it fully settled, his boots hitting the ground hard. The scene before him was chaotic, and the signs of battle were all too clear—charred earth, shattered machinery, and the remnants of fierce combat. But there was one thing missing.

You.

Maelor approached him quickly, his face grim but composed. His Targaryen troops were scattered, securing the perimeter, while others sifted through the debris. Leto could see it in his eyes before the words even came.

“She’s not here,” Maelor said, his voice tense. “We’ve searched the area. There are signs of the fall, signs of her dragon, but they’re gone.”

Leto felt his chest tighten, as if the very air had been pulled from his lungs. “Gone? What do you mean, gone?”

Maelor glanced around the battlefield, his frustration barely masked. “There was a fight. Vexiae landed hard—there are scorch marks from her breath, the Harkonnens were retreating... but they took her, Leto. They took my sister.”

The Duke’s heart sank deeper. His gaze swept over the battlefield, hoping, praying for something—anything—to tell him you were still near. But all he saw were the remnants of the battle. The scorch marks, the disturbed sand, even the faint impressions where Vexiae had struggled to stand. But no you. No dragon.

“Where’s Aelor?” Leto asked, his voice strained, trying to keep his focus.

“Busy on another front,” Maelor replied, his own frustration palpable. “He’s dealing with a Harkonnen push near the southern ridge. I was sent here... but I never expected this.”

Leto clenched his fists, trying to fight off the rising tide of anger and panic. “So they took her. Alive.”

Maelor nodded, his jaw tight. “They must have. There’s no sign of her body, and they wouldn’t leave something like that behind. They want her alive, for now.”

The weight of those words settled over Leto like a crushing force. He stepped forward, his eyes scanning the area once more, looking for any sign, any clue that could lead them to you.

“The Harkonnens... they’ll pay for this,” Leto said, his voice low and deadly. “But first, we need to find her. We need to get her back.”

Maelor’s expression softened slightly, a rare moment of shared determination. “We will,” he said quietly. “I’ll not rest until she’s safe.”

The Duke’s heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing with a thousand questions, none of which could be answered here. He had to think clearly, to strategize. You were out there somewhere, and he couldn’t let his fear paralyze him.

“We’ll split our forces,” Leto ordered, his voice steadying. “You continue the search on the ground. I’ll cover the skies. We’ll find her, Maelor. We have to.”

Maelor nodded, already moving to rally his troops. Leto turned back toward his Ornithopter, his jaw set with determination. His mind was filled with the image of you—your fierce spirit, your warmth, the way you’d looked at him just days ago.

He couldn’t lose you. He wouldn’t.

As he climbed back into the pilot’s seat, Leto cast one last glance at the battlefield, at the place where you’d fallen. There were no answers here. But he would find them. He would find you.

...

Feyd's blade hung in the air, poised for the final strike, but then he hesitated, his twisted smile morphing into something more calculating. He took a step back, lowering the blade as an idea flickered in his mind, sharper and more sinister than any weapon.

“No,” he murmured, eyes gleaming with malice. "Killing you would be far too easy."

You were barely conscious, the world spinning in and out of focus as pain throbbed through your body. Vexiae groaned beside you, her labored breaths heavy in the silence. But even through the haze, you could feel the shift in Feyd’s demeanor, the sudden decision that had stayed his hand.

He turned to his men, who had gathered nearby, watching their leader with eager anticipation. "Secure them both," he ordered, gesturing at you and the dragon with a flick of his wrist. "We’ll transport them back to base. I want them alive."

A murmur of confusion rippled through the Harkonnen troops. They had expected blood, a swift and brutal execution. But none dared to question Feyd. His command was law, and they moved quickly to obey.

Hands grabbed at you, rough and unrelenting, as they lifted your limp form from the ground. Every muscle in your body screamed in protest, but you had no strength left to resist. Vexiae, too wounded to fight back, let out a weak growl as chains were wrapped around her massive body, binding her wings and legs.

Feyd watched with a sickening grin as his men worked. "I’ve waited too long for this moment," he said softly, more to himself than anyone else. "You’ll be more useful to me alive, I think. I have... plans."

You were dragged toward a waiting transport, your vision fading in and out, but you caught snippets of conversation as the Harkonnen soldiers moved quickly to secure both you and your dragon.

"Careful with her," one of them muttered. "She's worth more than all of you combined."

Feyd stepped closer to where you were being loaded into the transport, crouching down to look into your face. His eyes glittered with a cruel satisfaction. "You’ll be coming with me," he said, his voice low and venomous. "And when we get back to base, I’ll make sure you see just how thoroughly you’ve lost."

You could barely make sense of his words, the pain clouding your thoughts, but one thing was clear: he wasn’t going to kill you. Not yet.

As they chained you down inside the transport, your mind drifted in and out of consciousness. You thought of Leto, of Aelor, of your children. Of what would happen to them if you didn’t escape. But escape seemed impossible now. Everything hurt. Everything felt so far away.

Feyd stood at the entrance of the transport, watching you with that same calculating gaze. "We’ll see just how much the dragonspawn is willing to suffer," he said quietly, almost to himself. "And what secrets you might hold."

The door to the transport slammed shut, sealing you inside as the engines roared to life. The last thing you heard before the world went dark was the distant growl of Vexiae, still fighting for you, even in her weakened state.

But for now, you were at Feyd's mercy—and whatever twisted plans he had in store.

[gingersnaptaff]

what do you recommend to read after finishing the Mabinogion? Are there any other books featuring the same characters and additional tales?

Hi, anon!!!! Hope you're well! Putting this under the cut because it's a LONG ANSWER.

Ooh, okay, this a good question. There's no sequel of sorts to The Mabinogion as such although there's some bleed I guess. I'd recommend The Triads. Rachel Bromwich did the prime translation of them and they're amazing! They're poems (sort of) detailing various members of Welsh mythology or Welsh Arthuriana and they make for super interesting reading. There's also The Black Book of Carmarthen which, despite its ominous-sounding name, contains triads (again) and poetry! Stanza of the Graves is contained within it, as well as Yr Afallennau (The Apples) and Yr Oianau (The Pigs) which are two poems featuring Merlin prophecising! I'd also rec Llyfr Baglan which is Welsh genealogies.

As for, idk, inspired works I'd recommend my beloved New Tales From The Mabinogion by Seren Books! All eleven tales are covered within the series and there are some BANGERS. Tip of My Tongue is a stand out to me as it's Geraint ac Enid but told from ENID'S PERSPECTIVE. Also, Ninth Wave by Cynan Jones? I love it. For lovers of the fourth branch (and there are a LOT of u) The Meat Tree by Gwyneth Lewis SLAPS ASS. In terms of poetry about The Mabinogion I will always shill by old uni tutor, Matthew Francis', poetry collection. It's STUNNING! Also, The Wild Hunt by Emily Lloyd-Davies. It's *gnashes teeth* VISCERALLY BRILLIANT. ALSO ASSEMBLY OF THE SEVERED HEAD BY HUGH LUPTON. There's also Kenneth Morris' The Fates of the Princes of Dyfed and The Book of the Three Dragons.

There's also a few books in Welsh which I'll put here: Manawydan Jones: Y Pair Dadeni by Alun Davies. This is part of a series but it's great! Like a detective series but for young adults. It's a re-working of the second branch and it's FAB. Coed y Brenin (King's Wood) is a novel for Welsh language learners by Colin Jones. It's more Arthurian but super intriguing! Cysgod y Mabinogi by Peredur Glyn is also pretty great! There's also Mochyn Tynged by Glenda Carr which involves Twrch Trwyth getting stuck in a Marks and Spencer. Delightful. Cannot recommend it enough.

I also have tonnes of Mab books which are just like analysis, but if I include them then this answer would be a full-length novel.

Anyways, hope this helps, anon! Thank u for the question! 🥰☺️

[olive-pup]

(gonna start dropping one of these every so often. Please ask me about the projects, it helps keep me motivated and it makes me happy)

Project progress updates:

-tacticool paw gloves

-gloves and a fresh supply of silicone will be here next week. expected completion 29 August.

-cold brand commission

-design complete. Waiting on approval of submitted order from CNC service. ETA less than 2 weeks.

-Visualizer collar

-2.7mm wide LED strips ordered to assemble a proof of concept before dedicating time to a flexible PCB fab. Expected completion by 1 September.

-chore kill counter

-all parts ordered, waiting on time to film assembly. Due by 10 September.

-counterpooint battle bot

-on hold due to lack of competition. Will resume 1 October.

[i-am-the-oyster]

Robert Whitaker's Triptych

A Somnambulant Adventure

Only Whitaker knew the exact manner in which the triptych would have been assembled, and he offered several different explanations prior to his death in 2011. The first image, slated to be the cover of a gatefold sleeve, depicted a woman with her back to the camera, genuflecting before the Fab Four, who stand clasping a string of sausages. According to Whitaker, this represented the “birth” of the Beatles, humans like everyone else. “The sausages are meant to be an umbilical cord,” he said in a 2004 Mojo profile. “And then that image was going to be inset inside a pregnant woman’s womb, and then there was going to be an illustration of a breast with a nipple and a big womb, and the four Beatles laying insider her tummy all connected to an umbilical cord.” 

The second image, the famous “butcher” shot, conveyed the idea that the Beatles were in danger of being dismembered – both physically and psychically – by their celebrity. “It would’ve been two-and-a-quarter-inches square in the center of a 12-inch sleeve,” Whitaker told Mojo of the photo. “Around their heads would have been silver halos with precious stones and then the whole of the rest of it would’ve been like a Russian icon – silver and gold, so that I’ve sort of canonized them and put them into the church. That meat is meant to represent the fans, and the false teeth and the false eyes is the falseness of representing a god-like image as a golden calf.”

The third image shows George Harrison hammering a nail into a blissful John Lennon’s head. Unlike the illusion of fame, the musicians were as real and sturdy as a piece of wood. “John would actually have had a transparent film of wood grain over his face so that he looked like a wood block,” Whitaker later recalled. “There would also have been a horizon with the sky where the water should be and the water where the sky was.”

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[a-god-in-ruins-rises]

imagine a world where designers and engineers worked in the same building?

that was the way of the world before free trade.

the golden age of industrial invention didn’t come from mbas or software bros. it came from machinists, tinkerers, and craftsmen. eli whitney, brunel, tesla, edison, even early ford—these were men of the shop floor, deeply embedded in the constraints of materials and machines. they could feel what worked and what didn’t. tolerances weren’t theoretical; they were felt in the fingertips. and design wasn't about corporate compliance or some shit, it was about function emerging from constraint. invention was iterative, experimental, physical.

now? "innovation" is a pitch deck written by someone who’s never stripped a thread. now? you’ve got a guy in cambridge designing a gearbox that gets fabbed in shenzhen and fails in indiana. and no one in that chain knows why, bc the guy with the answer got laid off in 1997 when the plant closed. nobody owns the whole loop. nobody feels the system. you can't debug what you don't touch.

the loss isn’t just economic. it’s cultural. tacit knowledge is culture. and we burned it for quarterly gains.

when engineers and designers are siloed away from the physical realities of manufacturing—material behaviors, machine limitations, assembly ergonomics—they lose access to tacit knowledge, the stuff that can’t be written down but lives in muscle memory, visual intuition, and workshop lore. you can’t learn “what makes a good joint” from a cad model. you learn it from a guy with 40 years on the lathe who winces when you show him your drawing.

knowledge doesn’t just live in documents; it lives in people and in practices too. when you offshore your factory, you're not just saving on labor -- you’re severing a multigenerational lineage of hands-on wisdom. and when the last guy who knows how to regrind a tool dies, that knowledge doesn’t "retire," it vanishes.

the economic dogma of "comparative advantage" ignores the cultural and epistemic costs of breaking production apart. when everything is globally distributed, nothing is locally known. you lose the tacit fluency that comes from proximity. a place that once knew how to make things becomes a place that only knows how to write emails. and once you lose that fluency, you can't even articulate what you lost.

if we want resilient, high-functioning systems—whether it's industrial, ecological, or political—we need to reforge the feedback loop between thinking and doing. that means engineers in the factory. designers on the floor. makers as leaders. it's not just nostalgia. it's survival. because a civilization that can't build what it dreams of is a civilization in decline.

[paulandjohn]

‘The movies are being made by Sony Pictures and Sam's Neal Street Productions company.

Mendes explained that he pitched the idea of making four films about the 'Hey Jude' group last year and wowed Sony executives Rothman and Elizabeth Gabler with his plans.

The Skyfall filmmaker told Deadline earlier this year: 'We went out to Los Angeles just before Christmas to pitch the project, and it's fair to say we were met with universal enthusiasm.'

'The reason Sony stood out from competing offers was down to Tom and Elizabeth's passion for the idea, and commitment to propelling these films theatrically in an innovative and exciting way.'

[northstar-galactic-command]

This is part two of a two-part essay series. You can find Part One here!

Shipkillers, Part Two

"Shipkiller" is not an official designation, and is rarely used in marketing. It is believed to have originated as pilot slag that went viral on the Omninet, and eventually just became part of the standard lexicon.

The concept of shipkillers predates Frames by thousands of years, and even predates space travel. Pre-Fall records suggest the first shipkillers were air-dropped torpedoes carried by primitive biplanes. These torpedoes eventually became fusion warheads and more exotic weapons as humanity took to the stars.

Their popularity ebbed and flowed, but prior to the Interest War it was largely believed that modern point defense had rendered shipkillers obsolete. Saturation attacks were more reliable than betting everything on a single high-yield strike. The Interest War proved this assumption incorrect. The mobility and precision of mounted chassis allowed them to employ shipkillers in ways crude bombers couldn't, and Frames with high-yield anti-ship weapons were able to cripple or outright destroy several capital ships during the course of the conflict.

The GMS BRIGHTSKY coherent particle beam cannon is perhaps the most well-known of the modern shipkillers, though Northstar Galactic Command and Trunk Security forces favor the Haymaker conical nuclear warheads licensed by Titan-Enceladus. There are many others, from anti-capital railguns to relativistic kill javelins, and all of them are equally devastating.

For the firepower freaks now frantically skimming through the GMS catalog trying to figure out how they missed a warship smashing particle cannon, don’t bother. Shipkillers aren’t included in general licenses, and can’t be fabbed from standard printers. Not because Union or anyone else is trying to keep them out of peoples’ hands (any ship with a nearlight drive can cause an extinction-level event if you slam it into a planet), but because of how complicated they are to construct.

Making a weapon powerful enough to seriously harm a capital ship but small enough to fit on a Frame is extremely complex. If shipkillers were simple, every bomber and chassis mount would be slinging around particle cannons and relativistic javelins. Just fabricating the parts requires high purity materials that are extremely rare, and putting them all together requires a sealed environment with high-precision assemblers. The power of these weapons generally burns them out after a few shots, so in addition to specialized mounts and dedicated reactors they require precision targeting and Legion assistance to make sure they actually hit.

In 90% of engagements, shipkillers just aren’t worth the bother. A wing of bombers or chassis can deal with warlords and pirate raiders just fine using conventional weapons, they don’t need superweapons that cost more than some warships. Shipkillers are also useless against anything that isn’t a station or a capital ship. Their firing cycles are too long for them to be effective against conventional targets, and using them in atmosphere is either pointless (because the weapon just won’t work) or actively suicidal (because the weapon and everything around it will be vaporized).

Even when used in space against peer opponents, shipkillers are rarely practical. Modern warships are armored to withstand impacts from spool guns powered by battleship reactors. No amount of clever engineering will allow a Frame’s weapon to match that level of output, so despite the name a shipkiller can’t really destroy an intact capital ship in a single hit.

But sometimes an impractical solution is worth the expense.

The reason chassis and bomber wings can harm battleships even with conventional weapons is because attack wings are precise. The limits of stellar engineering and the cruel realities of physics mean that even the most well-armored ship has weak points, but it’s almost impossible for ships to capitalize on those weaknesses. Naval engagements take place over staggeringly huge distances. Even with incredibly sophisticated sensor data, smart guidance, and prophetic levels of Legion analysis, naval artillery tends to have a margin of error measured in dozens or hundreds of meters. Attack wings can close this gap, using their numbers and mobility to attack areas that a larger warship could never reach.

This is where shipkillers come in.

The expense of shipkillers makes them a critical battlefield resource, only deployed when the edge they provide can turn the tide of battle. They are the killing stroke, the coup de grace. Losing a shipkiller to interception or to a miss can cost the entire engagement, so they are only entrusted to the most elite pilots. Entire battles have been centered around creating the perfect opening to deploy a shipkiller.

Spinal superheavy weapons like tachyon lances or petajoule kinetic accelerators are often portrayed as unstoppable weapons, able to end a battle in a single blast, which is sometimes true. But while tougher ships can survive a blast from a spinal gun, none of them can do so unscathed.

When the long-spool guns have fired and the enemy thinks the worst is over, the shipkillers pounce. Dozens of fighters and drones clear their path, which has been charted over days of fighting to bring them through blindspots in the enemy sensors and point defense screens. A half-dozen mounted chassis, maybe less, swoop down on their target. Its armor is battered and torn from constant fighting. Guided by the fleet legion, they line up the perfect shot and fire. The shipkiller slides through the molten scars in the ships’ armor and strikes deep into the core of the vessel.

And just like that, a seemingly invulnerable leviathan of guns and armor dies.

[novaursa]

Of Gods and Men

Targaryen Harvesters

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This is Dune/GOT/HOTD/FAB/ASOIAF crossover AU that you've voted for. If you always wanted to see House Targaryen in space, I got you. Please note how some of the lore of both universes is bent to blend in both worlds. This is my original idea that I've been cooking for at least two years. Be gentle with my work, and enjoy the ride.

The Targaryen Harvester, a marvel of advanced engineering and ancient design, stands as a testament to the ingenuity and technological prowess of House Targaryen. Built to operate in the most inhospitable environments, it is a perfect fusion of cutting-edge technology and the almost mystical properties of drakaon crystals, which form the core of all Targaryen machinery. This harvester is unlike any spice-collecting machine in the known Imperium, combining both efficiency and subtlety in ways that make it a formidable tool on Arrakis.

Exterior Design & Structure

Chassis and Hull: The harvester’s body is sleek and aerodynamic, crafted from composite alloys that blend carbon-based materials with a mysterious Valyrian steel derivative. This combination makes the harvester both lightweight and incredibly durable, capable of withstanding the harsh, abrasive sands and the extreme temperatures of desert worlds like Arrakis.

Stealth Coating: The exterior is coated with a black, matte material that absorbs and disperses radar and infrared signals, giving it a degree of stealth that makes it nearly invisible to most scanning technologies. This also helps the harvester blend seamlessly into the shadowed dunes during night operations.

Compact Size & Modular Design: Unlike the large and cumbersome spice harvesters of the Harkonnens, the Targaryen Harvester is compact, designed for mobility and ease of deployment. Its modular nature allows it to be quickly assembled or disassembled, enabling rapid deployment or withdrawal from the field when needed.

Propulsion & Movement

Hover Technology: The Targaryen Harvester employs an advanced hover propulsion system, powered by drakaon crystals. This system allows it to float just above the surface of the sands, minimizing disturbances and vibrations that might otherwise attract the attention of the sandworms. The hover technology is fine-tuned to maintain stability even in rough terrain, allowing the harvester to glide effortlessly over the undulating dunes.

Adaptive Wings: As part of its hover mechanism, the harvester has retractable wing-like structures that extend from its sides during operation. These wings are not for flight but rather serve as stabilizers that adjust to wind currents and shifting sands, ensuring smooth movement over the desert landscape. When not in use, the wings fold seamlessly into the body of the harvester, maintaining its streamlined shape.

Harvesting Mechanism

Siphoning Arrays: The core feature of the Targaryen Harvester is its siphoning arrays, located within the wing-like extensions. These arrays create a controlled vortex of air that draws in sand and spice, separating the two with a precision unmatched by traditional harvesters. The vortex is generated using ionized air currents created by the drakaon crystal cores, which create a powerful yet gentle pull that sifts through the sands.

Crystal-Based Filtration System: Once the sand and spice are drawn in, the harvester uses a series of crystal-based filters to isolate the precious melange from the surrounding sands. These crystals, sourced from Albiron, possess unique electrostatic properties that attract and bind to the spice particles, allowing the purified spice to be collected while the sand is expelled back onto the ground.

Non-Disruptive Extraction: The process of harvesting is incredibly silent compared to the rumbling, clunky harvesters of the Harkonnens. The low hum emitted by the crystal-powered engines is barely audible even in the stillness of the desert night. This low impact is essential in minimizing vibrations, reducing the risk of attracting shai-hulud, the great sandworms of Arrakis.

Energy Core & Power Source

Drakaon Crystal Core: The heart of the harvester’s power is the drakaon crystal core, a dense, multi-faceted crystal that draws energy from ambient solar radiation and stores it for continuous operation. This core allows the harvester to run for extended periods without needing external fuel sources, making it self-sufficient and capable of long-range operations in remote areas of the desert.

Solar Collectors: In addition to the crystal core, the harvester is equipped with solar collectors that deploy during the day. These collectors absorb solar energy, supplementing the crystal’s power reserve and ensuring that the harvester can operate continuously, even under the harsh sun of Arrakis.

Control Systems & Interfaces

Holographic Interface: The harvester features a holographic interface for its operators, projected from a crystal-based control console within the cockpit. This interface displays real-time data on the harvester’s status, spice yield, and environmental conditions, allowing for precise control of the siphoning process.

Neural Feedback System: Advanced Targaryen technology allows for a neural feedback system that connects the operator’s movements with the harvester’s controls. This creates a near-instantaneous response between the operator’s commands and the vehicle’s actions, enabling delicate maneuvers even in unstable terrain.

Remote Control Capabilities: The harvester can be operated remotely from a command ship or a Targaryen control station, making it possible to manage multiple harvesters simultaneously over a wide area. This remote control system is encrypted and designed to be impervious to conventional Imperial hacking methods.

Defensive Features

Energy Shields: Although primarily a civilian machine, the Targaryen Harvester is equipped with low-level energy shields derived from ancient Valyrian technology. These shields are designed to deflect micrometeor impacts and protect the harvester from smaller projectiles or environmental hazards. While not suitable for full combat, the shields provide an added layer of protection against sabotage.

Electrostatic Discharge Mechanism: To deter potential attacks or interference, the harvester can release a controlled electrostatic discharge through its siphoning arrays, disrupting nearby electronics and creating a localized EMP burst. This can disable smaller drones or tracking devices, allowing the harvester to slip away undetected.

Environmental Adaptability

Climate Adaptation Systems: Designed to function in the extreme climates of desert worlds like Arrakis, the harvester is equipped with systems that regulate internal temperatures and prevent overheating. The materials used in its construction have been treated to withstand corrosive sands and thermal expansion, ensuring long-term durability in harsh conditions.

Low-Friction Hull Design: The harvester’s hull is coated with a low-friction material that prevents sand from accumulating on its surfaces, reducing wear and ensuring that the machine can maintain its optimal performance even during extended operations in sandstorms.

Unique Features

Spice Purification Module: A specialized chamber within the harvester is dedicated to refining the spice it collects. This module uses a process that enhances the purity of the melange, making it more potent and valuable. This capability is part of what makes Targaryen spice so desirable—and so mysterious.

Integrated Holographic Cloaking: For operations that require stealth, the harvester can activate a holographic cloaking field, bending light around it to become nearly invisible against the shifting sands. This feature is rarely used, as it drains the crystal core’s reserves significantly, but it can be invaluable for avoiding detection during sensitive missions.

[dapimdiy]

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[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

is there a reason why you have most of the girls on Mari’s time and most of the boys on Jake’s team? Did Mari and Jake want specific people to be on their team or did Lian want to join mar’is team and so on and so forth

Well for a meta sense in Kingdom Come, the Titans we see assembled there are more or less a gender reversed successor team to that Fab Five in which whereas the Five were four boys and One Wonder Girl, the Kingdom Come Titans were four girls and one boy in the form of Robbie aka Darkstar.

The boys in Jake’s team are simply the result of the other Titans kids (including @hains-mae ‘s Jasper) being boys so by default they’d be like that

[usafphantom2]

Finland approves deployment of the F-35A assembly line at Patria

Fernando Valduga By Fernando Valduga 04/03/2024 - 23:18in Military

The company Patria, in collaboration with the Finnish Ministry of Defense, is prepared to build an assembly facility in Finland for the production of F-35 Block 4 fighters.

The recent approval by the Ministerial Finance Committee of the Ministry of Defense's proposed lease of land and facilities is a significant milestone in the $9.6 billion acquisition agreement between Finland and Lockheed Martin, covering the delivery of 64 F-35A jets to the Finnish Air Force.

The automaker, a crucial component of the initial phase of the contract, will be located near the city of Nokia, with the beginning of the construction of the engine assembly building scheduled for the second half of 2024. The lease agreement for the site was signed in January between the Finnish Defense Forces and Defense Properties of Finland.

The Finnish Minister of Defense, Antti Häkkänen, emphasized the contribution of industrial cooperation to the defense industry of Finland, stating: “The F-35 agreement will generate critical experience in maintenance and repair, including reliability of maintenance, promoting significant know-how in Finland for the assembly and testing of F-35 engines.”

The assembly factory will collaborate closely with the regional aircraft center of Patria's aviation division in Tampere, with about 100 employees involved in various assembly functions at the facilities. Patria, in which the government holds a 50.1% stake, will work alongside the Norwegian company Kongsberg, which controls the remaining stake. In addition, Patria owns half of the Norwegian defense contractor Nammo.

The F-35s are scheduled to replace the former McDonnell Douglas F/A-18 Hornet jets of the Finnish Air Force, with retirement scheduled for 2030. The first batch of F-35 is expected to be delivered and deployed in the Arctic air bases in the regions of Lapland Finland by 2026.

The industrial cooperation component is expected to gradually expand by 2030, potentially covering the production or assembly of specific aircraft parts and systems in Finland. The Finnish Air Force has already carried out tests to evaluate the suitability of the F-35 to operate in extreme climatic conditions in the Arctic, with recent exercises including maneuvers on stretches of "closed road" in the Arctic and subarctic regions.

The ongoing exercises, such as the one-week Hanki 24 workouts in the northern part of the country, aim to better evaluate the adaptability of the F-35 to the challenging winter conditions of Finland, characterized by limited daytime light.

Tags: Military AviationF-35 Lightning IIIlmavoimat/Finnland Air ForceLockheed MartinPatria

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