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Summary : Percpetor hadn't had his heat cycle for months. He desperatly need to know why, and seek for relieve. Fortunately for him, the Lost Light's trip on Earth will help him more than he would have ever thought... and fuck him up even more.

Warnings : NSFW, denial, humanformers, robot in heat, violence, sparkeater behavior

Pairing : Ratchet / Perceptor, Perceptor / reader, mention of Perceptor / Drift and Brainstorm / Perceptor, Dratchet

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PART 1

The Lost Light arrived on Earth after Rodimus received visions from the Matrix about some artefact (and mostly because he talked with Drift and Drift said it was some divine artefact that would bring good luck so they had to take it before anyone else). During their trip to Earth, Perceptor worked on their human avatar, to blend in amongs the species. The scientist had noticed that something was wrong with him. For month, he had no sight of his heat cycle. Usually, it always happen every two months and last a week. But it must have been 6 months it haven't happened yet. Even Ratchet couldn't give him an answer for why, what was wrong with him, and could only give him aphrodisiacs to trigger his cycle. He tried having some fun time with Drift or Brainstorm, but nothing. Not a single droplet of fluid got out from him, or normally, he is confined in his habsuit, leaking and begging for relieve, sensitive and hot.

After some time of adaptation to their new form, team Rodimus is ready to blend amongs the humans and find their dear artefact.

Oslo, capital of Norway, is a very big and splendid city. Everything is so big, the buildings are immense and yet the street are so spacious. Perceptor's favorite place is the Opera. The architecture is amazing, and he thinks that it is funny to be able to walk on it to reach to roof². What he dislikes, like his team mates, is ... how to use a human paper map... Rodimus wanted to lead his crew trhought the city, but ended up losing himself. Whirl found himself being very amused by his captain's foolishness. I was almost night time, and the street start emptying.

-Oh captain, are you really sure you are able to lead us to your little vision? Or you just wanted to show off and flex?

-Oh shut up. I'd like to see you struggling with that damn thing. Perceptor, do you think you could... translate this ?

Perceptor rolled his eyes and took the map after taking a look around them. He examines it and try to locates their position.

-We must be here, near the Historic Center. And no, i'm not saying the name of this place. I am not familiar with the language.

-Perfect, okay, cool, we almost know where we are, now we have to discover how to.... oh hell nah, I don't know.

-Rodimus, are you even sure we are in the right city?

-Yes Magnus, i can feel it in my spark-, well my now heart. But I have no idea where it could be located. I have it's name in my head but I can't even say it, it's so fucked up. Totally different from cybertronian.

-You know what? Let's ask a local. I can't stand th cold any long-

-Hum, hallo! Do you need some help?

Everyone turn to the new arrivant. A human (without surprise) approach them with a polite smile. They have a strong accent, meaning this is a native.

-Hello there, hum yeah, we need to find a place we wanted to... visit! yeah tourism. Strictly hi and bye, of course.

The human gives Rodimus a strange look, and Perceptor find himself quite amused by this. First contact with a native and he already fucks his image up.

-Okay... where do you want to head? You can visit the Opera, the Fram Museum, the museum of Edvard Munch, the Fjord,... anyway, do you have any destination in mind?

-Yeah i have it, but i litteraly can't say it.

-Oh, maybe you can write it down? Or at least try?

-Hey, it's a good idea! Hum... does any of you have a pen ?

Rung search some seconds in his pockets before giving Rodimus a pen (where does it come from, they have no idea... after all, Rung is made of secrets boxes so they don't want to know further). The captain thinks a bit before trying his best to write his vision down the map. Everyone try to take a look, including Perceptor. But he start feeling weird. His tank feels dizzy. He tries to ignore it, but a thrill runs down his back and he knows something's wrong. With every seconds passing while Rodimus try to write down with the human encouraging him, the feeling become bigger. So he has the good idea to come near Ratchet.

-Ratchet.

Hell, his voice vibrates without him wanting it, even tho he whispered. His cheeks start warming up.

-Yes Perceptor?

-I feel- hm- i...

-Are you alright ? You become red.

-I, I need to sit down...

-Yes yes, of course, come with me.

-My head spins...

-Everything is alright sir?

Perceptor heard the human voice a bit too clear. A sudden rush of heat runs throught his frame and he understood. At the moment the human, the very kind, helpfull, encouraging and good looking human, came to them and spoke, it started.

-Yes, don't worry, I think he is a bit tired, that's all, we are going to sit there.

Ratchet hold him thight by the arm and back him up.

-Ratchet, Ratchet...

-Yeah, i know. It started, doesn't it?

Perceptor could only answer with a weak whine and cover slightly his mouth.

-It was time. Even if it's the worst time ever.

Ratchet rushs him to a corner hidden from curious eyes and makes him sit. Perceptor let his helm hit the wall behind him and pants due to his effort.

-Breath, it's okay, i'm here. Just try to not make a mess of you right now. Hell, i didn't even know it could happen in human form.

-Because this form doesn't... doesn't interfere with out actual frame... so nothing of our... of our system is changed, we remain the same...

The scientist could only squeezes his tights together and breath calmly. He has to stop talking, especially about sciences.

-You're lucky I have coolant with me. It was supposed to be for Rodimus, because we never know with him, but you need it more than him right now. Here, drink. There is a straw, it's easier.

Perceptor find some strenght to held Ratchet's hand while the medic help him drink. The sensation of the straw and cool liquid on his glossa and throat makes him quiver and softly whine. He wants more. He needs more. He craves that someone touch his hot frame.

-Slow down, you're gonna choke... yeah, your forehead is burning.

The cold servo on his head feels good and refreshing.

-Perceptor, do you allow me to inform Brainstorm or Drift that your heat has started?

-... no, they must not worry for me... It's not important...

-It is. But if you don't want, i'm not gonna make it. Let's say you got a cold.

-.... Thanks you...

An other rush of pleasure makes him tense up, and he barely hold his moan. Fortunatly for him, no one is around.

-Okay, we better gotta return to base. Quickly.

::Drift to Ratchet; is Percy okay?::

:: Ratchet to Drift ; yes. He just got a human cold. He has to rest. ::

:: Drift to Ratchet ; Okay. Finally, Rodimus managed to write his stuff down and the human knows. It's actually not a place but a building. And you know what? Ratty you know what??? Guess ::

-Oh, good news Perceptor, Rodimus finally managed to write his shit and the human knows. Drift is writting me.

No answer from the scientist. Oh shit, think Ratchet.

:: Ratchet to Drift ; i don't know, Drift. Tell me ?::

:: Drift to Ratchet ; the.human.works.there. ::

:: Ratchet to Drift ; oh really ? Finally a good news::

:: Drift to Ratchet ; the only problem is that.... it's on the other side of the city...::

:: Ratchet to Drift ; okay, i take down what i said. It's gonna be an issue. I don't want Perceptor to stay outside any longer for his cold. Tell the human that it's very kind of their part and that we are thankfull for their help::

Some seconds pass, so Ratchet believes their convo is done, so he focus back on his patient, that is having a wandering hand on his thight. He takes off his scarf because it's annoying him and sigh.

-Ok, listen to me. They found what they needed, but you're not going. Obviously. So i'm gonna take you back to base and -

-Hey, i'm sorry, is everything alright?

Ratchet realises quickly that the human is coming toward them. He throw his scarf on Perceptor to hide him a bit and stand before him, making a wall between him and the human. The others autobots remained at their place, turned in his direction but looking at the map. Only Drift is looking at him.

-Yes, don't worry. We are going back to our hotel. Thank you very much for your help, it was nice to meet you.....?

-My name is (YN). I'm sorry to insist, but i'm worried for you friend. It doesn't look like a simple cold.

-I am his doctor, i know what i'm talking about.

-Let me at least give him a killer pain. It can help. I have water with me.

Ratchet reflects on his options. Looking rude and impolite, or take his human role and accept. He has no choice but to accept.

-Okay, okay, but he can't take the "pain killer" with water. He has a special drink.

-No problem.

(YN) put their bag on the ground and take out something grey. They crack it open and a little white pill comes out. Ratchet backs up to let them see Perceptor, that seems to take a bit more composure.

-Hey, i'm (YN), the one from earlier. Your doctor said you're a bit in difficulties, so i'd like to give you something that can relieve you from fiever and pain. Here, open your mouth, and don't worry i have clean hands.

Perceptor does what he is told, and when these delicate fingers brush his lips, he just want to suck on them. But instead, he takes the straw and drink quickly. Too quickly, because he choke on his drink and start coughing. This only make an other rush of need and lust travel his spine.

Ratchet quickly comes by his side and the human step back.

-.... Where is your hotel? I would not like letting you outside too long. You can crash at my place for the night, i have a spare room. It's two streets away from here. You could leave tomorrow.

Ratchet looks at Perceptor and wonder what to do. He needed to be in a room, alone. He needed to relieve himself. But with a human next to him? He wasn't sure.

Perceptor suddenly grabs his arm and makes him bend closer to him.

-Please, ratchet, I need a room...

And he could see how hard his patient try to contain his moans. His voice is needy, whispered. His entire frame is tensed up and ratchet doubt he will be able to walk on his own.

-Okay, you'll get a room and? It's you heat cycle, you'll need transfluid. And i don't think you want to do that next to a human, knowing how loud you can be. And Brainstorm is not there. And Drift has to stay with Rodimus, because he is the third in command and has to stick with his captain in this unknown world. If you return to the ship, you could get what you need.

-That's hot...

-And that's not the point.

-Sir, i'm sorry to insist but your friend is not okay. And i can't let you in the cold. It doesn't bother me at all, really.

-... Okay. Okay. To your place. I don't want him there any longer.

And so, the three of them are heading to (YN) appartement. The rest of the team is informed that Perceptor must rest because of the side effects of their new form, causing him to have some human virus and that he had to go somewhere warm quickly. Drift would have liked to stay with him, but Ratchet reminded him that his place was next to his captains. Drift tried to call Perceptor but he wasn't answering.

Just like (YN) said, their place was near, so Perceptor quickly had a room where he could hide. Ratchet had to create an entire made up story about themselves, lying that they come from America and were visiting Europe every year, and that it was common for Perceptor -now named Jeremy- to be sick in cold country.

Midnight hit, and (YN) had to go to bed. Ratchet was allowed to sleep on the couch, but he was planning to pass his night by Perceptor's side. At the moment he entered the room, he could smell this distinct smell of heat. And Perceptor had already created a nest with the coushions and blanckets on the bed. He was under a blancket, hidding himself like a cat under a bed.

-Perceptor...?

Only choked whines came out from the blancket. Shaky breaths indicated to Ratchet that his friend was desperatly trying to self-service.

-Perceptor, listen to me.

-Ratchet, ratchet the smell of the covers. It smells the human. It feels s-o good. And the covers, it's so soft and squishy under me...

-Come out of your cave and listen to me.

Ratchet had to deal with so much robots in heat that it wasn't affecting him anymore. Maybe only Drift's heat were the only one that could turn him on, but that was it. He must admit anyways that the needy and aroused tone of this usually stern and confident bot was not letting him indifferent.

Perceptor emerges from from his nest and Ratchet was now glad to be in the human's appartement. Perceptor was completly worked up, already so sweaty as he was shirtless. He was trying to get as much as friction he could on his skin with the covers.

-... Do you want me to-

-Yes Ratchet, i want you, i need you, fill me up, use me, touch me please.

-.... -call Drift... over... okay right. Trust me, id like to help, but i'll be useless. Ah and don't forget to drink your coolant.

Ratchet takes from his pocket a bottle of coolant, but before he could do anything else, a weight was sitting on his lap.

-What the-

-I want you deep inside me.

Ratchet sight, put his servo on around his waist and hold him tight before lifting him and put him on the bed. Perceptor was over excited that he didn't have to insist more to have Ratchet's spike between his fold. He already had spead his legs like a good bot and was ready to fuck throught the night.

But nothing.

Not even servos on his frame.

Not a single breath in his audio receptors.

Not a second presence on the bed, dominating him.

When he looked at Ratchet, he was standing before the door, looking at him with indifference.

-Your coolant is on the night table next to the bed and your shirt too. Try to relax, and get some sleep. I'll be in the living room if you need anything, except a good frag. I'm not the one you have to ask for it. Good night Perceptor.

And on this, Ratchet left the room in silence. He couldn't pass the night with a horny mech like that. Perceptor kept looking at the door for some second, processing what just happened. When it hits him, a growl of frustration escape him. How dare Ratchet deny him the night? How could he resist to him, or he was offering his frame to him. Brainstorm would never leave him like that. He was ready to explode. Anger flood his hydraulics. He was so frustrated that he could blow up everything in the room. He was looking for a way to vent his anger when an idea came to his mind...

Ratchet, on his side, knew he did the good thing. Because there is something different about Perceptor's heat cycle. He has some tendencies to... become violent, possessive. Not like Drift, really violent. The worst Drift could have had made was biting his neck that a bit of energon spit out. Perceptor could be worst. How much time Brainstorm came to him with a missing wing, face plate destroyed, profond dents all over his frame,... just because he wasn't in the right position Perceptor indicated him or because his hand placement was not to the taste of his partener. And this happen since Perceptor became a sparkeater. It seems like, when he is subject to strong emotions/changements, his frame react the same way a sparkeater would react.. He knew that denying Perceptor overloads this night could anger him really bad, but to his advantage, they are not on the ship. They are on Earth, in a city they don't know, in a human appartement WITH a human in it and humans all around them. He wouldn't do anything, right?

Right?

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In the morning, Ratchet went to check on his patient. He wanted to make sure he slept a bit and eventually change the covers himself before (YN) could see anything. The room was empty. He got worried, and looked everywhere where he could be. It was early in the morning, so (YN) was surely still sleeping, so he had to be extra carefull. Then he heard the sound of water. He realised that Perceptor was in the bathroom, surely taking a shower. He freaked out a bit, because hell, they are not in their house. But at least, Perceptor was up. He even hesistates to knock on the door and take some news, but he was quite scared of how he was today. So he just waited in his room, and took the occasion to open the window and change to covers. It smells heat and transfluids so bad Ratchet though he had his nose his someone's valve. When he was done, the door open on a relaxed Perceptor, with only a towel around his waist and wet hair. He sits on the bed.

-Hello Perceptor. how are you feeling today? Did you sleep a bit? I see you drank your coolant.

-I'm fine, thank you. Very tired. I am sorry for yesterday night.

-It's okay. Your heat?

-I'm... i'm still so hot, but, i believe it's in the morning and that... i could have slept a bit. And took a shower.

-Good. We wait until the human wakes up, we thank them and we leave. You need coolant, and i don't have anymore. So dress up and eat a bit. You can have them all, i already ate.

Ratchet hands him some energon cubes that Perceptor took graciously. He eats them one by one, savouring every single one of them. Oh fuck, he could go crazy again.

-Dress up. It would be embarrassing to show yourself like that.

Instead of doing what Ratchet told him, he was focused on what was happening inside of him. And a sudden question made him aroused.

-Ratchet.... it's only a theorie of mine but... do you think that... because my heat cycle came late... it might... last longer...?

Just the thought of being horny for more than a week made him all worked up again. It made Ratchet pinch his nose and close his optics.

-Urgh, Primus, i have no idea. But let's hope not. You're insufferable like that.

-Am I, Ratchet?

The medic already regrets his words.

-Please, dress up.

Ratchet walked when Perceptor grips his arm a bit too strong and pull him violently. Taken aback, Ratchet falls on the side of the bed and is pinned against it. Two bright yellow optics were staring at him with anger, lust, and the medic could only stare back.

-You're gonna pay me for this night...

A sharp pain in his wrists wake him up with adrenaline. In two seconds, Ratchet pin Perceptor to the ground with a knee on his back and his two arms crossed. It's a this moment he remarks that his hands grew claws and became a bit darker than his skin tone.

-Threat me again and I'll make sure you-

-What are you going to do, Ratchet? Call me a bad bot and punish me? I can't wait to see that.

-I was going to say that you would stay in your habsuit in quarantine everytime you'll have your heat cycle, because you become too violent during them.

A gentle knock on the door distract Ratchet, and Perceptor use it to switch their position. He is stronger than his medic, so it's easy for him to keep him there, under him. A vicious smile cross his lips, revealing sharp teeths. It was defenetly a sparkeater side effet, but who would have thought it would affect his avatar as well? His knee slides between Ratchet's legs and came against his modesty panel, and in one hand, pins Ratchet's wrists up his head.

:: Ratchet to Drift ; DRIFT, COME TO THIS ADRESS IMMEDIATLY. IT'S PERCEPTOR ::

Again, a knock on the door and the human speaking.

-Hello, i hear weird noise. Is everything alright ?

Perceptor turn his head toward the door and felt again a stronger rush of heat in his entire body. The human... yes...

Ratchet understood quickly that the human must be out of here. He looked all around the room and notice that the window was still open. He could try to sneak the mech out of there, but how? He was stronger than him, and pinned on the ground wasn't helping. He was helpless.

-Hum, yes yes, everything is alright, but Jeremy is still down! But don't worry, I can handle it!

-O-okay, ... I'm making breakfast, so, i'll be in the kitchen...

The medic felt again a sharp pain in his wrists and warm fluid coming from them.

-Perceptor, you'll have the entire eternity to make me pay for whatever mistake i made, but right now is not the moment!

Perceptor sit up on top of Ratchet and rise his hands to lick the wounds he inflicted. The sweet taste of the energon made him whimper and sucking for more. A hiss of pain escape him when the scientist bites without mercy.

:: Ratchet to Drift ; WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU !? SPEED UP!! And when you're there, you'll see an opened window. Climb and enter the room !! AND QUICKLY ::

:: Drift to Ratchet ; i'm on my way, what's happening, love? What's with Perceptor ?::

:: Ratchet to Drift ; HE HAS HIS HEAT CYCLE !!::

:: Drift to Ratchet ; ... I'm almost there. You're in the room?::

:: Drift to Ratchet ; Ratty ?::

:: Drift to Ratchet ; Ratty answer me::

:: Drift to Ratchet ; Ratchet, i'm informing Rodimus. Please, answer me!::

The medic was trying his best to escape. An opportunity opens to him, so he retract his left leg and with all of his strenght, push Perceptor off him.

He then heard something from outside and with a lot of relieve, Drift appeard in the room from the window. He gave Ratchet a bag with coolant and energon, and lock looks with Perceptor.

-Hey Percy, it's me, Drift, relax, i'm here... why don't you put on clothes huh? And drink, you must drink coolant, no? C'mon, here are your clothes.

Some seconds in silence pass during wich Perceptor was reflecting fast, then growl in frustration and accept to dress up. His optics came back blue.

Ratchet was trying to slow the bleeding down by covering the wounds with his sleeves.

-He hurted you badly. Do you need anything? I can jump out the window and-

-It's okay Drift, let's focus on Perceptor. This environnement is not good for him. Everything trigger him. We HAVE to bring him back. Plus, there is the human.

-Yeah...

They both look at the mech, shirtless, who was sitting on the floor looking exhausted and hot, optics shut, frame tensed, and intake slightly opened.

-Can you put your shirt on?

-... No...

-T's okay, let's just put on your jacket then.

-You take care of him? I'm gonna have a talk with the human. And don't fuck him.

Ratchet didn't wait for an answer and head to the kitchen, taking the time to swipe off some energon. The human was there, eating some weird looking red slices of "meat" with something oily and yellow.

-Goodmorning (YN).

-Oh, hello! How are you doing? and how is Jeremy doing? I am worried, i heard some noise.

-Well, let's say i tried to lift him up to dress him, but he couldn't stand and felt. Nothing serious, don't worry, everything is fine, i have things under control.

-I don't doubt that. Are you going to eat?

-Thank you very much, but we are not gonna use more of your precious time. We must return to our hotel.

-I understand. It was a pleasure to help anyway. How much time are planning on staying in Oslo? We could see each others, and i would make a little visit of the city? I'm in Hollidays.

-I'll see that with my friends, but it would be a pleasure. Thank you for your hospitality. I shouldn't have been grumpy yesterday. We will remember it.

-It's fine, you were stressed. If you are ready, then let me lead the way to the door.

-Yes, please. I'll check on him. Oh and, hum, sorry for the bed covers... he... he has sweated a lot during the night with hum... his fever so I took off the covers...

-No worry, i can wash them.

Ratchet returned to the room, but before opening the door, some muffled noises tingle his attention, as if a bed was shaking. Then a big moan confirmed his fears. They were banging on each others. God damn it, i'm gonna cut their spike off, thinks Ratchet.

He enters the room and close the door quickly behind him. And what he saw made him will he has some holy oil³ on him right now. For his optics's god damn sake. He wished he could see the light of Jesus fucking Christ.

NDA :

²: Oslo's opera has a special aritechture, because there are stairs directly built in it for people to walk to the roof, without going inside the building. Go see on Google, it is STUNNING.

³ holy oil : equivalent of holy water. If you didn't... understand... I believe you did but meh, i though it was funny to mention it.

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it's not done and idk if i'll ever finish it

😳 this is a good good read oh my goodness.

Poor Ratchet and Drift.

Poor Brainstorm..poor percy..

This is very interesting! Thank you for sharing!

#transformers #perceptor #sparkeater #ratchet #drift idw #rodimus prime #dratchet #drift x ratchet #ratchet x perceptor #drift x perceptor #brainstorm #brainstorm x perceptor #simpatico mention

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byemambo · 13 days

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Famous Historic Painting References in Xdinary Heroes - iNSTEAD! (Feat. YB Yoon Do Hyun) MV

While I was making my GIF sets for the new MV release everyone say thank you for metalcore XDH, I geeked tf out with the animation and visuals from this video. As someone who took some animated illustration courses during university, I could only imagine the planning and storyboarding that took place with creating such a visually impactful animation to enhance the just as impactful song!

Johannes Vermeer, Girl with the Pearl Earring, 1665, Tronie–Dutch Golden Age, oil on canvas, Mauritshuis, The Hague.

Leonardo da Vinci, Mona Lisa, 1503-1504, Italian Renaissance, oil on polar panel, Lourve, Paris.

Jan van Eyck, Arnolfini Portrait, 1434, Northern Renaissance, oil on oak panel, National Gallery, London.

Gustave Courbet, Le Désespéré, 1843-1845, Romanticism, oil on canvas, Private Collection.

Edgar Degas, L'Absinthe, 1875-76, Impressionism, oil on canvas, Musée d'Orsay, Paris.

Edvard Munch, The Scream, 1893, Proto-Expressionism, oil, tempera, pastel and crayon on cardboard, National Museum and Munch Museum, Oslo.

Bonus: I literally couldn't find the reference to the original work for the life of me, someone PLEASE enlighten me if they know which work this is!

#xdinary heroes #xdh #xh #mambo.yaps #kbandsnet #xdinarynet #flashing tw #fast moving gif #instead.gifs

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devilsrains · 11 months

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aoike character guide book

places visited in yasuko aoike's works (translation under the cut by the lovely @asnowperson)

ENGLAND 1- London (Midnight Collector side story among others) 2- The National Gallery (London) (Pt.1 A Thousand Kisses) 3- British Museum (London) (Pt.1) 4- Salibury Military Base (Lieutenant Colonel Eberbach side story) 5- Heathrow Airport (No.11 Seven Days in September among others)

GERMANY 6- Plymouth (El halcón) 7- Bonn 8- NATO Bonn Office 9- Cologne 10- Thermal Spas on the Rhine River and the old castles (Eroica, among others) 11- Lilienthal Monastery (Shuudoushi Falco) 12- Berlin (No. 15 Nosferatu, among otheres) 13- Trier (No.17 Trojan Horse) 14- German Military Hospital (Intermission side story) 15- Dresden (No.16 The Panda’s Maze) 16-Hamburg (From Lawrence with Love side story) 17- Eberbach Mansion

FRANCE/ITALY/GREECE 18- Paris (No.17 Trojan Horse) 19- Louvre Museum (No.1 A Thousand Kisses) 20- Charles de Gaulle Airport (No.11 Seven Days in September) 21- Nice (No.17 Trojan Horse) 22- Avignon (Alcazar Oujo) 23- Catacombes (No.8 Veni Vidi Vici) 24- St.Peter’s Basilica (No.8 Veni Vidi Vici) 25- St.Peter’s Square (No.8 Veni Vidi Vici) 26- Parthenon Temple (No.4 Love in Greece)

SPAIN/PORTUGAL 27- Sevilla (Alcazar Oujo) 28- Sigüenza (Alcazar Oujo) 29- Toledo (Alcazar Oujo) 30- Jerez Castle (Alcazar Oujo) 31- Jerez Monastery (Alcazar Oujo) 32- Jaén (No.18 Judgment of Paris) 33- Plaza de Toros de Jaén (No.18 Judgment of Paris) 34- Córdoba (Eroica) 35- Zuera, Alcala (No.11 Seven Days in September) 36- Aragon region (Eroica) 37- Calatayud (Alcazar Oujo) 38- Granada (Alcazar Oujo) 39- Barcelona (Eroica) 40- Valencia (Alcazar Oujo) 41- Lisbon (No.3 Achilles’ Last Stand)

SWITZERLAND/AUSTRIA/LICHTENSTEIN/ROMANIA 42- Zürich (No.13 The Seventh Seal) 43- Luzern (No.12 The Laughing Cardinals) 44- Vienna State Opera (No.14 Emperor Waltz) 45- Vienna Central Cemetery (No.14 Emperor Waltz) 46- Innsbruck (No.14 Emperor Waltz) 47- Innsbruck Airport (No.14 Emperor Waltz) 48- Hofburg Palace (No.14 Emperor Waltz) 49- Tyrol region (No.14 Emperor Waltz) 50- Lichtenstein (No.13 The Seventh Seal) 51- Romania military base (No. 15 Nosferatu)

THE NETHERLANDS/BELGIUM 52- Amsterdam (Eroica, Madan no Shashu) 53- Bruxelles (No.17 Trojan Horse) 54- NATO HQ (No.19 Poseidon 2000) 55- European Commission HQ (No.13 The Seventh Seal) 56- Antwerp (No.17 Trojan Horse)

NORWAY/SWEDEN/DENMARK 57- Oslo Airport (No.11 Seven Days in September) 58- Mora (No.13 The Seventh Seal) 59- Copenhagen (No.19 Poseidon 2000) 60- Kronborg Castle (No.19 Poseidon 2000) 61- Lousiana Museum of Modern Art (No.19 Poseidon 2000)

TURKEY/SYRIA/LEBANON/ISRAEL/PALESTINE/IRAN 62- İstanbul (No.13 The Seventh Seal) 63- Rumeli Hisarı (No.11 Seven Days in September) 64- Turkish air base (No.6 Inshallah) 65- National borders of Anatolian plateau (No.6 Inshallah) 66- Historical remains of Palmyra (No.6 Inshallah) 67- Beirut (No.6 Inshallah) 68- Jerusalam (Saladin no Hi) 69- Gaza (Saladin no Hi) 70- Tehran (No.6 Inshallah)

EGYPT/TUNISIA 71- Ancient remains outside Cairo (No.6 Inshallah) 72- El Alameyn (No.6 Inshallah) 73- Giza Pyramids (No.11 Seven Days in September) 74- Alexandria (No.11 Seven Days in September) 75- Hotel Rosetta (No.11 Seven Days in September) 76- Carthage (No.17 Trojan Horse)

RUSSIA/JAPAN/USA/OTHERS 77- Moscow (No.19 Poseidon 2000) 78- St. Petersburg (No.18 Judgment of Paris) 79- Hermitage Museum (No.18 Judgment of Paris) 80- Siberia (A Tale of Alaska side story) 81- Uspensky Air Base (Eroica) 82- Tokyo Tower (Hiiro no Yuuwaku) 83- Alaska (A Tale of Alaska side story) 84- FBI Fairbanks Office (No.9 The Alaskan Front) 85- Tazlina Lake (No.9 The Alaskan Front) 86- Hawaii (No.9 The Alaskan Front) 87- West of Eden (Eve no Musukotachi) 88- Olympos (Eve no Musukotachi)

#this ones actually in order since everything is numbered #charabook #from eroica with love #sons of eve #el halcon #alcazar #etc etc #yasuko aoike #my scans #mine

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Jellinge style brooch, historic museum, Oslo, Norway. Photo by mararie.

Learn more / Daha fazlası https://www.archaeologs.com/w/jellinge-style/

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jd2kewl · 1 year

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“The Langeid Sword is made from iron and gold, and was created in 1030. You can see at the Historical Museum in Oslo!”

#arms and armour #swords #scandinavian style #vikings

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dragoneyes618 · 3 months

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One of my Facebook friends posted a very stark and chilling message on her Facebook page this week. It read, “I don’t know a single Jewish person who hasn’t asked, “which one of my friends who aren’t Jewish would hide me.”

I posted an observation in reply to this ominous question, “Isn’t it interesting that the question uses ‘friends’ in the plural but ‘one’ in the singular.”

The smallness of the number of those who would stand up for Jews is a matter of historical record. Like most things there are exceptions, like the King of Denmark who defied the Nazis who had ordered its Jews to wear the Yellow Star of David by wearing one too.

Someone I knew as a teenager in my native Glasgow (or at least in my adolescent mind I thought I did) was Rabbi Dr. Wolf Gottlieb, zt”l. I only recently discovered that he was personally responsible for evacuating and saving many hundreds of children from Nazi Vienna.

He was the Av Beth Din of Glasgow and the Rav of one of its most prestigious shuls.

I knew almost nothing of his escape with all those children nor of the fact that his beloved sister Anni was gassed in Auschwitz. I simply saw him as possessing an exceptionally brilliant mind evidenced in his shiurim and by his PhD. Frankly, he quite intimidated me as a youngster.

I recall him once observing that Yad Vashem has a tree planted for individuals who actively save Jews. They are honored in the Holocaust museum’s “Garden of the righteous among the nations.” The current number of trees is 28,217.

I do not know what the Yad Vashem number stood at in the 1970s when I heard Rabbi Gottlieb’s comment, but he said acerbically, “It is a Garden of trees, not a Grove nor a Wood and certainly not a forest.”

The singularity of my Facebook’s friends’ question “Which one” of her many non-Jewish friends, expresses a sad and pitiful reality; our true friends among the nations, the ones who will not desert us, are the rare exception and a tiny fraction of the rest. They are like a solitary tree, standing alone far from any other, refusing to bend in a harsh and bitter wind.

The realization of our ongoing Jewish solitude, or perhaps a more accurate word is isolation, is a hard one for many if not most Jews to accept. However true non-Jewish friendships, as those Yad Vashem figures make clear, are very rare. The more Jews are attacked and vilified, the more friendships we were sure of, melt away.

One of my old university students who went on to become a doctor and settle in Israel wrote to me after October 7.

Politically he stood on the Left of the spectrum and had always hoped and believed in a multi-cultural Israel with Arab and Jews living side by side. Most of the victims of October’s pogrom did too. My student counted Palestinian Arabs among his good friends. He had trained two of them as doctors. They too had expressed their hope for his vision for the Jewish state. Discovering that his two students had and do celebrate the Hamas mini-Holocaust and have declared themselves Hamas supporters has left him shocked and reeling.

I felt this pain and his confusion when he asked me how this could be. I realized that Rabbi Gottleib’s accurate observation about the size of Yad Vashem’s garden had simply never occurred to him.

All that Jews have done for their country and given to create its prosperity, often over centuries, is canceled and forgotten in a matter of weeks when history’s constant cancer wakes in a fury from its very light sleep.

On October 5, 1995, in a speech to the Knesset following the ratification of the Oslo accords, Israeli Prime Minister Yitzchak Rabin declared, “The Palestinians did not in the past and do not in the present constitute an existential threat to the state of Israel.”

I think the events that are taking place 29 years later, almost to that day show how wrong he was about that.

In another speech around the time of Oslo-induced optimism Prime Minister Rabin upset many when he contradicted the pasuk that states, “They are a nation that dwells alone.” declaring…

“Israel is no longer a people that dwells alone…”

I fear he was wrong about that too.

The Wall Street Journal’s Editorial Board wrote on May 9, “Biden Slaps an Arms Embargo on Israel.”

President Biden had just spoken on Holocaust Remembrance Day. “‘Never again,’ simply translated for me,” he said, “means never forget.”

He recalled Hamas’s crimes and blamed them for the war. He ended his speech declaring, “I have not forgotten.”

The Editorial Board of the WSJ wrote, “Has he really?”

The editorial explained that the Biden administration has frozen shipments of precision bombs, tank ammo and mortar rounds to deprive Israel of the means to defeat those responsible for October. 7.

It concluded with, “Words are cheap. What does it mean for Mr. Biden to say, ‘We must give hate no safe harbor,’ to polite applause for Holocaust Remembrance Day, while insisting that Israel give Hamas safe harbor in Rafah?…

Biden undermines (Israel) when he offers words of comfort while holding up the weapons Israel needs to defeat Hamas.”

Days after October 7, British Prime Minister Rishi Sunak spoke movingly to a Jewish congregation in a London Synagogue and pledged that his government’s support for Israel was “unequivocal.” Since then, his government has threatened to cut off arms supplies to Israel and his foreign Secretary, Lord Cameron has employed raw Hamas propaganda phraseology to do so.

The President of France, Emmanuel Macron in a perfidious and surreal volte-face has warned Israel against evacuating civilians from Rafah as it may constitute a “War Crime.”

The Torah says that Jews are a nation that do stand alone. If you doubt that, just count the trees at Yad Vashem…or ask Joe Biden.

#antisemitism #jewish history

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End-of-2023 Update

I forgot to crosspost my November update from Patreon (in my defence, I was in Norway and then ill) so here is a mashup of November and December, wrapping up 2023 in one convenient post.

Book Stuff

I have finished an outline for the three remaining books of the series. This pass is just making very basic decisions about what gets included and what doesn’t, and roughly shaping the narrative so that I have a basic road map in place before getting creative. Cherry’s 600-page brick is actually quite lean when approached with this lens; I’m trying to let him make a lot of these decisions for me, but sometimes our priorities don’t really align and I’ve had to bring in other sources. Once this bullet-point list is done, then I go back over each section with my storytelling brain turned on, and go into greater narrative detail, so that when I write a script I only have to think about making a good script, and not structural matters. It’s a slow process, but it’s rewarding to feel that, after many months of chasing the whirlwind, I’m finally making forward progress on bringing books into the world.

Events

At the end of November, I made my first-ever trip to Oslo to speak at the 11th annual Roald Amundsen Memorial Lectures, a weekend of intense polar nerdery at the Fram Museum. Other speakers included scientists, explorers, filmmakers and musicians, all unified by a love of polar history, as well as a recreation of the celebratory dinner given for Amundsen on his successful return from the South Pole in 1912. It was a spectacularly good time, and highly recommended to anyone who might be inclined to go to that sort of thing in future. I will have to go back sometime to give the Fram Museum more dedicated attention, as the talks took up most of my time there and I hardly got to explore.

In December, I was supposed to have been a historical guest on a Zoom panel discussing Ralph Vaughan Williams’ Sinfonia Antarctica, which started life as the score to the 1948 film Scott of the Antarctic. However, too many of us were ill on the scheduled date, so it was deferred to January 15th. I will share the link, when it becomes available, over on Patreon; should a publicly-accessible recording be produced, I will share that here. The panel also includes Polar historiographer Anne Strathie, who will be bringing her expertise on Herbert Ponting and his photographs in particular, and two experts from the States, who will be approaching the material from a biographical and musical perspective, respectively.

An online event which did come off was being one half of the second keynote of Terror Camp, an online gathering that mashes up a fan convention and academic conference. The esteemed nonfiction-writer-turned-novelist Francis Spufford and I talked about writing Polar history, from two very different perspectives. It was excellent fun and seemed to have been received well; I don’t know if the recording is available to those who weren’t registered in advance for the event, but if you’re desperate to see it, it may be worth asking.

Media

I came back from Norway with a stack of books and one DVD. Being ill through the greater part of December gave me a chance to start tackling them, and I’ve written a bit about some of them on December’s Patreon Update, because there wasn’t much else to write. Feel free to nip over there if you’re curious; the post is, like all Updates, open to the public.

If you’d like to hear the guys you mostly only see in photos, you may appreciate this fine programme from the vaults of Radio New Zealand: https://www.ngataonga.org.nz/search-use-collection/search/28712/ It’s RNZ’s take on the 50th anniversary of the Expedition, including many clips from the parallel BBC programme for which my beloved tapes of Sir Charles Wright were recorded. This show also contains a good deal from Tom Clissold, who was living in New Zealand by then, and T. Griffith Taylor. Many thanks to the intrepid Allegra Rosenberg for finding this and bringing it to my attention.

Also hot off Allegra’s desk is the followup to Antarctic Lovebirds, looking at further communications between Atkinson and Pennell, and their lives post-Expedition. I challenge anyone not to be a little bit in love with these guys.

On Patreon

I’ve started doing themed months on Patreon. November’s theme was Scott’s Ponies, and saw the following posts (currently available to Patrons only):

Equine Studies

The Backstory of Scott’s Ponies

A Guide to Scott’s Ponies

The theme for December’s posts was Writing, which included:

The Art of Adaptation

The Master Timeline, Again

Understanding the Characters

The Shape Of The Rest Of The Series

There was also a secret post for the Paper Money tier, who get bonus behind-the-scenes features. The Writing theme will probably spill over into January a bit, but with one or two more visually-oriented posts if I can manage it.

If you want to see what Patreon is like without committing to anything, you can sign up for a week’s free trial at almost any tier, and read as much as you can cram in your eyeballs in that time. You can also subscribe directly to the Free tier and you will get Updates like this, as well as any posts that get made public. Of course, if you feel moved to toss a little cash into the potato pot to support the creation of these graphic novels, that is greatly appreciated, and you get weekly posts in return.

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2023 is a mixed year to look back on. On one hand, I did a lot of things; on the other, I made vastly less progress than expected. I think, primarily, I underestimated how much time and energy the publicity rounds would demand; I thought I could juggle that stuff with getting the research in order, and it turns out, I really could not. I think I know better now what sort of events are worth it and which aren’t, but whether I’ll be allowed to act on that knowledge in future, I don’t know. Even excluding the bookselling business, it felt like every time I had a span of work time, something would come up that would keep me from working – December’s illnesses being the latest example, but in a long string of unforeseen somethings that had to be accommodated. I don’t remember this happening when I had a “real” job, and I’m not sure why. 2024 isn’t looking much better in this regard: I already know that January, February, probably May-ish, and possibly September are compromised. I need to figure out how to use these as bookends to keep me focused between times, rather than letting them be derailing distractions. (Any advice here is gratefully accepted.) But I have at least got the ball rolling on writing, so as long as I keep chipping away on that, I ought to inch forward … and once the writing is done, the drawing, which is the fun part!

#events #update

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