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telekinetictrait · 1 year

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What is beautiful is good and who is good will soon be beautiful. - Sappho of Lesbos

fuck it. higher class english woman from a jewish-italian family and her cornish childhood friend-turned-housemaid that slowly fell in love over the 1910s.

on a more personal note, i don't think i can describe the big old smile on my face when i saw the antique wheelchair from @lilis-palace and the accompanying poses. disability related cc is few and far between, and finding historical disability related cc is like finding a dolphin in the desert. disabled people have always been here, and will always be here.

we've existed throughout history! shanidar one was a neanderthal who had brain damage and possible paralysis, and is estimated to have lived to be between thirty-five and forty-five – pretty old for a neanderthal! disabled people show up often in medieval and biblical texts. the greek god hephaestus is famously described as "lame," "deformed," and/or "impaired". various disabled bodies are portrayed in ancient egyptian art. some people with developmental/learning disabilities were honored by western european courts in the renaissance and believed to be closer to god. closer to the time period portrayed in this post, rosa may billinghurst was known as the "cripple suffragette" and was involved in near constant rallying for women's rights. disabled people are overlooked in studies and perceptions of history for so many reasons; mistreatment, abuse, erasure, eugenics, different ways of categorizing and labelling disabilities, and simply being lost to time and translation. but we've always existed. for every iconic figure of disability history, there's hundreds more who simply existed and had their lives forgotten.

there's names you know like helen keller, frida kahlo, franklin d. roosevelt, and names you don't. if anything i've said at all has interested you, here are a few more notable disabled people from history and modernity to research if you'd like: brad lomex, wilma mankiller, niccolò paganini, ivar the boneless, and barbara jordan.

cc used under the cut! (if it's not linked, it's from the game)

see my resources page!

all/multiple - lilis-palace's antique wheelchair + poses / rheallsim's fancy hairline / mlys' sibel rolled updo / the-melancholy-maiden's edwardian bandeau / citrlet's ivy freckles / plumbobteasociety's fancy fascinator hat / waxesnostalgic's toque hats / blueraptorsden's vintage stockings / satterlly's elizabeth boots / waxesnostalgic's edwardian heel pumps / xldkx-cc's rogue brogues

everyday - linzlu's hattie dress (download link) / sokea-cc's sweater dress

going out - dzifa's holmes dress / dancemachinetrait's priscilla set

wartime - waxesnostalgic's female war worker uniform / waxesnostalgic's v.a.d. headwear / satterlly's v.a.d. nurse uniform

formal - madameriasims4's laurel wreath headpiece / satterlly's silk dress / simlaughlove's alyssum succulents / retro-pixels astor dress

athletic - vintagesimstress's 1897 cycling hat / waxesnostalgic's armistice blouse / waxesnostalgic's female knickerbockers / waxesnostalgic's open collar blouse

sleep - vintagesimstress's 1893 aesthetic dress / sunivaa's lola dress

party - simverses's hat with plume, bow, and roses conversion / historicalsimslife's tea in the garden dress / pinkpatchy's sunless walks hat / twentiethcenturysims' fern dress

swim - linzlu's bathing belle swimsuit / eirflower's bain de soliel bathing shoes / lollaleeloosstuff's historical swimwear

summer - happylifesims' 1910's day dress #1 / waxesnostalgic's open collar blouse (short sleeves) + 1919 skirt (i think) / twentiethcenturysims golden ring accessory

winter - simverse's edwardian tapestry coat conversion / waxesnostalgic's cloche hat / linzlu's florence outerwear (download link)

thank you to @lilis-palace @rheallsim @mlyssimblr @the-melancholy-maiden @citrlet @waxesnostalgic @blueraptorsden @satterlly @xldkx-cc @linzlu @antiquatedplumbobs @sokea-cc @dzifasims @dancemachinetrait @madameriasims4 @simlaughlove @losts4cc @vintagesimstress @sunivaa @simverses @pinkpatchy @twentiethcenturysims @eirflower and @happylifesimsreblogs !!!

#my sims #sims 4 lookbook #ts4 lookbook #s4 historical lookbook #ts4 historical lookbook #ts4 disability #sorry that this turned into like. half an essay. lol.

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white-collar-cannibal · 5 months

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GL!Niki icon! Free to use with credit, flower symbolism and sources under the cut!

All meanings sourced from Kate Greenaway's Language of Flowers, published 1900/1901

Mezereon / Daphne mezereum - “Desire to please” By Ivar Leidus - Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0 Photo by Etnatski via Pixabay

Starwort - “Afterthought” Photo by dendoktoor via Pixabay

Red Columbine - “Anxious and trembling” By Paulparadis - Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0

Love-lies-bleeding / Foxtail Amaranth -“Hopeless, not heartless” Photo by manfredrichter via Pixabay

Gum Cistus / Gum Rockrose - “I shall die tomorrow” By Alvesgaspar - Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0

Coltsfoot - “Justice shall be done to you” Photo by DerWeg via Pixabay

Butterfly weed - “Let me go” Photo by CoastalSandpiper via Pixabay

Asphodel - “My regrets follow you to the grave” Photo by ELG21 via Pixabay Photo by Gerhard_Romero via Pixabay

Helenium - “Tears” Photo by Lakeblog via Pixabay

Chequered Frittillary / Chequered Lily- “Persecution” By H. Zell - Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0

#genloss #generation loss #gl!niki

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heavenlymorals · 2 years

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A Grave in Autumn

Summary: After getting a call from his wife that his youngest son is at the hospital and may not make it, Ragnar Lothbrok takes a moment to visit the grave of his dead daughter. If his son were to die, it wouldn't be his first rodeo.

Modern AUs are always so fun to read and so hard to write. I did have fun with this though 🍂 (Gyda deserved better-). Also, small headcanon, but I picture modern Ivar to be a least somewhat into goth fashion/culture. Where does this headcanon come from? From the fact that he had no fucking color in his wardrobe in the series.

All around him, the leaves were an ombre of red, orange, and yellow. The wind blew viciously across the branches and leaves fluttered all around him like sparks of tepid fire. The leaves would wisp all around him, clinging to his coat, to his hair, to his beard. Ragnar got annoyed and would pinch the wonderfully dead foliage and drop it mindlessly on the ground. The leaf, whether red or orange or yellow, would cover up the drab brown leaves that crunched loudly under each heavy footprint.

Autumn was beautiful, there was no doubt about it. All around him, he could see its beauty. Mother nature was a wonderful artist, no doubt. As far as Ragnar Lothbrok was concerned, no one could try to replicate her designs even if they wished to. Or maybe it was God’s design, who knew? He wore a golden cross with him almost all the time, a gift from his dearest friend Athelstan who either A. died a long time ago, or B. disappeared so he would never have to deal with the downward spiral that was Ragnar Lothbrok. If it was the latter, Ragnar couldn’t blame him. He was a toxic friend, a terrible person. Abandonment was far too kind of a fate for him.

He kept walking along the trail. It was dusty and old. It seemed that the church to whom the cemetery belonged fell on hard times. The trail wasn’t crisp in its lines. All around it, one could see the breaching of sickly dead weeds strangling the grass. They were now a yellowish color, which reminded Ragnar heavily of vomit. He would know. He used to drink a lot. Did crack a lot. He threw up many times, the aroma becoming dimmer and dimmer on his nose each time it happened. After a while, it simply became an inconvenience, like how muscles would get sore after a good day at the gym.

That was…terrifying, looking back at it, now, on the straight and narrow and sober. How he was so willing to overlook such significant things to escape his misery through artificial ecstasy. Getting high and getting drunk was his happiness. What made it worse was that he was still Ragnar Lothbrok, smart, lucky Ragnar Lothbrok, who could achieve whatever he wished. He was still running his business to a T. He was still making money. He was still skyrocketing into fame and fortune. Because of this, he couldn’t bring himself to care that this was wrong.

Sober. He’s sober now. He’d still drink now and then, but he was still sober. He’d never touch any recreational drug ever again.

As he kept walking across the trail, he came face to face with an iron fence. The fence itself was this fine between being of minimalist style and dabbling in the intricate gothic fashion that many cemeteries were fond of. As he opened the gate, it creaked loudly. Somewhat ought to oil the thing.

He kept walking across that dingy trail until all around him were a plethora of tombstones. He absent-mindedly made note of the shapes. Square-top headstones. Ogee headstones. Arc tops and check tops. The iconic cross headstones, becoming dull at the edges from the constant wind and rain. Some of the headstones had angels carved onto them. One of them caught Ragnar’s eye. The angel was in the image of a young girl. Her hair was adorned with thick, Grecian curls as she looked down at the grave ledger with her hands clasped together and her eyes closed in a solemn expression. Her dress cascaded down her in intricate folds and from the back, two small wings spread out delicately. The whole headstone was made of marble and the ledger was a polished black ingrained with gold.

It must have been expensive.

Ragnar sighed and continued walking, passing more tombs, some simple, some not. Some were clean and others were forgotten, as evidenced by the green moss and the stained brown that defiled them. He kept walking up the trail till he made it up to a secluded corner in the cemetery. There weren't any other tombs in this area, thus it looked almost abandoned. Shading the entire thing was a proud Norway Maple. It looked like it was on fire, with how bright it was. If he touched a leaf, he was sure that he might’ve burned his finger. The ravens seem fine though, cawing proudly and dancing on the branches. Fitting that the ravens were here. Ever a companion of death. Ever since ‘God’ and ‘Jesus’ weren’t the ones who held dominion over the heavens, but Odin and his brood.

The leaves fell again and covered what Ragnar was looking for.

A flat tombstone.

Perhaps it would make sense to know why he was looking for this unassuming little slab of rock. Why he was trekking through this cemetery. Why he gazed so intently on the guardian angel that prayed over that anonymous deceased.

A few days ago, he got a call from his wife, Aslaug. He used the term loosely. His marriage to Aslaug came from a place of practicality more than a place of love. He met the woman at a club and well, one thing led to another, and they slept together. Other than to relieve his hard-on with a beautiful woman, he also did it as an act of revenge. Before that fateful night, he learned that his wife, now ex-wife, Lagertha, had been sleeping with his brother while they were together and that his oldest son, Bjorn, might’ve never been his child. Thankfully, one discreet DNA check later revealed that Bjorn WAS his son, but Ragnar was still pissed. He slept with Aslaug, made it rather easy for Lagertha to figure out, and then left.

And being rather petty back then, he wasted no time courting Aslaug after he found out she was pregnant with his child and making her fall in love with him just as a final ‘fuck you’ to Lagertha. It rubbed salt in Lagertha’s wounds that Aslaug was pregnant as they tried many times after Bjorn’s birth to have another child but failed over and over again.

Looking back at it now, since he is older and at least somewhat wiser, he could only cringe at how childish he was, how needlessly petty.

In any case, he didn’t love Aslaug in the same way that he used to love Lagertha. He loved her as the mother of his children, but besides that? No. He didn’t love her. This then lead to many issues in their relationship, which could have contributed to his affairs with drugs and alcohol and her similar bouts with alcohol.

They managed to sort that whole business out, somehow. For now, they were simply married for convenience and neither of them was particularly keen on destroying that convenience.

Anywho, yes, he got a call from Aslaug and a deep pit of blackness threatened to consume him whole. He still remembered how the phone buzzed in his pocket, how he narrowed his eyes as he saw the caller ID, how he swiped to answer, all of that.

And how his heart sank as he received this terrible news.

“Ragnar?”

“Who else then? What’s going on, Aslaug?”

Silence on the other end of the line. He swore he could’ve heard a choked sound, one that came from a person trying to swallow their pain and misery.

“Aslaug?”

“It’s Ivar. Oh, God, it’s Ivar,” the mother of his children seemed frantic, hysteric. Her breathing came out ragged.

“What about him,” Ragnar asked, trying to keep himself calm. He didn’t even know what was going on.

“He was with Hvitserk. He was supposed to pick Ivar up from school. I don’t know what the hell they were doing, but they got into a crash. Hvitserk got out lucky with only a broken arm but Ivar- You know how fragile he is. The doctors are not sure if he’ll make it.”

Ragnar couldn’t bring himself to say much. Aslaug gave him the name of the hospital and that was that. He ended the call and quickly rushed into the closest car he could get to (Ubbe always muttered that he had too many cars), broke a couple of speed limits, and made it into the hospital.

It was a complete pain in the goddamn ass to get the workers to let him see his son, but eventually, he was escorted to a little hallway with shitty little plastic waiting chairs. Aslaug was not there at that moment. She went back to bring things for her boy when (if) he woke up. Ubbe was there, ever the responsible one, pacing back and forth, worry creased into his forehead, He always had that expression on, ever the worrier. He looked somewhat relieved when he saw Ragnar. Sigurd, to Ragnar’s surprise, was sitting on one of the chairs and crossed his arms. There was a look of worry on his pale face, and every now and then, he would look back at the sterile little room that housed his little brother. He didn’t bother to greet Ragnar. They didn’t have the best relationship (Ragnar’s fault, obviously) and Sigurd was a headstrong bastard, so there was little Ragnar could do to mend their relationship if Sigurd didn’t care to do so. Hvitserk was also sitting beside Sigurd and his face looked paralyzed in shock, fear, and worry. It had been a bit since Ragnar had seen Hvitserk in person, as his son seemed to inherit that addictive personality that Ragnar and his mother unfortunately had. He too fell into the vice of alcohol and drugs. A younger Ragnar probably would’ve blamed Hvitserk’s addictions on his lack of self-control and poor wisdom, but an older, somewhat wiser Ragnar, could sympathize with him. After all, he knew damn well that he had a part in Hvitserk’s benders.

Hvitserk would party a lot and he was an elusive little bastard too, so he couldn’t be found unless he wanted to be found. Somehow, someway, Ivar managed to get his older brother out of hiding and force him into rehab. He was doing well for a bit, until now it seemed.

Ragnar learned that Hvitserk was high as a kite when he was driving. Weed. He was supposed to pick up Ivar from school and bring him home.

And then this happened.

Ragnar looked at Hvitserk, at his sunken eyes, at his too-pale skin, at his greasy long hair, and wanted to scream at him for being such a stupid, stupid fool- What the fuck made him relapse like this?

He didn’t though. He didn’t scream at him. The horrified look on his face was enough for Ragnar to know that Hvitserk was already being punished enough by his own guilt. Ragnar could sympathize. He was a man who needed a good push to change, and for Ragnar, his push was the horrified expressions on Ubbe and Hvitserk’s faces when he tried to strangle his dealer for not giving him what he wanted. No, what he needed at that time. The girl, Yidu, quickly fled the scene and he was glad that she did. He would’ve killed her otherwise.

Perhaps Hvitserk’s push would be this.

Or maybe he would fall apart even further.

Time can only tell.

He sighed and sat next to Hvitserk, rubbing his face in his hands. Hvitserk didn’t even acknowledge him. His whole being seemed encased with ice, as he cradled his broken arm in his sling. Ragnar gently wrapped his arm around Hvitserk and Hvitserk all but sunk into his side.

A few moments later the doctor quietly said that they could see him, but only one at a time. Ubbe went first, then Sigurd, and then Ragnar. Hvitserk didn’t move an inch. Too guilty for his part in this mess.

Ivar’s life will never be one without complications. His youngest son was always going to have to live his life with some sort of complication. That was stamped on his head the second he was born with osteogenesis imperfecta, otherwise known as brittle bone disease. Now, Ivar was lucky in the sense that his OI wasn’t as severe as other cases, but it seemed to have taken a personal vendetta on his legs, as that was the part of him that was the most severely affected. Thanks to modern medicine and technology and whatnot, his legs are not as wasted as they could’ve been, but the breaks he suffered from them rendered him unable to walk without assistance.

As he walked into the room, he felt as if he was dumped with a bucket of ice water. His little boy looked so small to him in that bed, in that familiar hospital gown, with all those wires and bandages attached to him. His face was covered with a breathing mask and Ragnar would think he was dead if it weren’t for the soft beeping of the machines singing in the background and the one stereotypical screen of a green line zig-zagging up and down.

Ragnar felt overwhelmed with the same feeling that he had a million times over whenever Ivar had to go to the hospital. It never got better. He has been to hospitals so many times that he was honestly qualified enough to be a technician since he knew the machines so well. It never got any better and this time, it was worse, since this was the first time where the doctor was not entirely sure that his little boy will be ok.

He stayed for a while and left the hospital later when the sun became occulted by night.

He woke up the next day and went to go to the hospital but then did a detour to the old cemetery.

It wasn’t the first time he lost a child. He knows that Ivar isn’t dead, but he knew if he would be, it would be a similar feeling to how he felt all those years ago when he lost his sweet little girl, Gyda, and how he wasn’t able to say goodbye to her because he was out chasing his two-faced dreams and making his two-faced name. That broke him the most. That he wasn’t able to say goodbye to her. If Ivar was to go, at least he would be able to cope. It wouldn’t be his first rodeo, after all.

Sometimes, he thought about Gyda, about who she would be if she was given the chance to grow up. He sometimes had little dreams of a grown-up Gyda, who looked suspiciously like Lagertha except for dark hair and silver eyes, making him proud. In some dreams, she would jump into his arms with a diploma clutched in slender hands. In other dreams, she would proudly show off her successes in the fashion industry, as that was something he remembered his little girl obsessing over before she died. He tried to spoil her as much as he can back then, a father’s duty to his daughter, with whatever it is she wanted and that he could afford. If only he could spoil her now, with this multi-million (almost billion) dollar empire that he was able to procure with his blood, sweat, tears, and luck. A whole lot of luck.

What would Gyda think of her old man today, now that was the question. How would she feel knowing that the father that she knew, the doting father who was always a rock in a raging ocean, ever so stalwart, was not that same father for his other kids? Gyda and Bjorn were lucky in that regard. They knew their father before he became obsessed with material life. They knew the best version of their father. And he was still that father in the first few years of Ubbe and Hvitserk’s lives, but soon afterward, he became distant and aloof. He couldn’t lie to himself. He was a bad father to his four other children. He had his moments of course, but most of the time, he was just a filthy, junky mess, and whatever relationship he could’ve had with his sons were either nipped at the bud or so fragile that eggshells would seem like titanium.

Gyda would hate him, probably. He hated himself. He would probably continue hating himself till the end of times. For what he robbed of these poor boys, for how he left them to the wolves. If forgiveness would ever come from his sons, and Ragnar doubted it ever could, he would be able to die in the peace he never deserved.

He sighed. He kneeled and wiped away the leaves that occulted the name on the flat marker.

Gyda Lothbrok.

Ragnar felt guilt pierce through his heart when he saw the state of the thing. God, how long has it been since he has last been here? Or Lagertha? The stone was stained a sickly green, and some of the letters were discolored. As Ragnar looked at the marker, he thought about the more grandiose headstones that littered the cemetery. He then looked at this flat one, so unassuming and insignificant that he had to card through leaves for an entire two minutes before he could find the thing. She should’ve had a larger stone. One with an angel on it. She was an angel.

However, it felt sordid to think about digging her back up to give her a better stone at a better plot.

To make himself feel better, he would simply describe the headstone as humble. Yes, that. Humble. Gyda was a humble girl.

Ivar will get the angel, then, if he doesn’t make it. He’d probably like that, considering his recent adventures in the gothic macabre.

“Hello, Gyda…”

His voice felt strange to him. As if it didn’t belong to him. “I’m sorry I haven’t visited for a while.”

I’m sorry that I am only visiting because of the guilt I feel for my other sons. I am sorry that I am only visiting because I am not sure if my youngest, if my baby will survive. If he doesn’t, be kind to him, yes? He’s a stubborn boy.

He didn’t say that out loud.

The ravens kept cackling. The leaves kept stirring. Ragnar stayed there for a long time, speaking to this grave in cold Autumn before going back to the sterile haven of the hospital.

#vikings #vikings fanfic #vikings fanfiction #ragnar lothbrok #ivar the boneless #ivar ragnarsson #ivar lothbrok #hvitserk ragnarsson #ubbe ragnarsson #sigurd snake in the eye #modern ragnar lothbrok #modern ivar #modern hvitserk #modern ubbe #modern sigurd

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calocera · 1 year

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Hihi I'm the one who has Sikan as their oc! I just wanted to ask if it would be ok to use your drawing of him as my icon with crediting you of course! (genuinely?? you drew him exactly how I imagined him)

Thank you!

-Ivar

omg!! Yes ofc you can :D thank you sm

#ask

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ikeahackers · 24 days

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The Iconic String Shelf inspired this IVAR Cabinet Hack

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barnshenntoys · 6 months

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Exploring the World of Brio Train Sets

In a world dominated by screens and digital entertainment, there's something refreshingly timeless about the simple pleasure of playing with toys. And when it comes to classic toys that have stood the test of time, few can rival the enduring appeal of Brio train sets.

For generations, Brio train sets have captivated the imaginations of children and adults alike, offering a captivating blend of creativity, craftsmanship, and endless possibilities. From the iconic wooden tracks to the intricately designed trains and accessories, every element of a Brio set is crafted with care and attention to detail, inviting users to embark on journeys of exploration and discovery.

A Rich History

To truly appreciate the magic of Brio train sets, it's important to delve into their rich history. The story of Brio dates back to 1884 when Ivar Bengtsson, a Swedish woodcutter, founded the company in the small town of Boalt, Sweden. Initially, Brio focused on producing wooden baskets, but it wasn't until the 1950s that the company truly found its calling with the introduction of wooden toys.

The first Brio train sets rolled off the production line in 1958, featuring simple wooden tracks and brightly colored trains. From these humble beginnings, Brio's range of train sets grew and evolved, incorporating new features, designs, and technologies while remaining true to the company's commitment to quality and craftsmanship.

The Brio Experience

What sets Brio train sets apart from other toys is the immersive experience they offer. From the moment you open the box and start assembling the tracks, you're transported into a world of endless possibilities. The tactile sensation of connecting the wooden pieces, the satisfying click as the tracks lock together, it's a sensory experience like no other.

Once the tracks are laid out, it's time to bring the trains to life. Brio offers a wide range of locomotives and rolling stock, from classic steam engines to modern high-speed trains. Each train is beautifully designed and meticulously crafted, with attention to detail that is sure to delight enthusiasts of all ages.

But the magic of Brio doesn't stop there. The company also produces a vast array of accessories and add-ons, allowing users to customize their train sets to their heart's content. From bridges and tunnels to stations and cargo depots, there's no limit to the creativity that can be unleashed with Brio.

Educational Benefits

Beyond the sheer enjoyment they provide, Brio train sets also offer numerous educational benefits. As children play with the sets, they develop important cognitive skills such as problem-solving, spatial awareness, and hand-eye coordination. They also learn about concepts such as cause and effect, as they experiment with different track layouts and observe how the trains interact with their environment.

Furthermore, playing with Brio trains encourages imaginative play, allowing children to create their own narratives and scenarios. Whether they're transporting goods across a bustling city or embarking on a cross-country adventure, the only limit is their imagination.

A Timeless Tradition

In an age of disposable toys and fleeting fads, Brio train sets stand as a testament to the enduring appeal of quality craftsmanship and timeless design. From their humble beginnings in a small Swedish workshop to their status as beloved classics enjoyed by millions around the world, Brio trains have truly earned their place in the pantheon of iconic toys.

As we look to the future, one thing is certain: the magic of Brio will continue to captivate generations to come, inspiring creativity, sparking imaginations, and fostering a love of play that knows no bounds. So whether you're young or young at heart, take a moment to rediscover the joy of Brio train sets and embark on an adventure that's sure to last a lifetime.

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sonofekares · 6 months

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SHOWCASE #1 : Various People of Titan

Braellian Gunman : The primary infantry of the army of the Braellian Empire, their distinctive face-masks are based off the designs used by the Metalworkers of the Steelworks in Natrus, Hylae and Hor-Skashi, from which many of the ranks of soldiers are hired.

Eumen-Riad Fighter : The Eumen-Riad are a warrior Euva who currently reside in the Isle of Erdione. They are descended from the Golden Band of Emmon, and lead the Neo-Marian invasions. They were forced from their home in Castle Rosa, when its current occupants took over and they fled to the Taprenyin Sea. They use ferromancy to control their weapons, specially designing them with faults through which deadly spikes of metal can be extended out of the blade, instantly killing the victim of the attack.

Rosa Knight : The Order of Rosa lead the reformation of the Central Republic as part of the nationalist movement. They would eventually defect to the Darkwater Republic (soon to be known as Ferenstraiter) during the Central-Darkwater War. They are known for their iconic armour which is impenetrable by nothing except the most powerful of firetubes, and are feared by all. Their base is Castle Rosa, which they seized from the Eumen-Riad during their founding. The modern Order is actually an imitation of a far older knighthood, which ruled the ancient Central Kingdom. Fashionable Soruki : The Soruki are the inhabitants of the Gilded Republic (also known simply as Soruk and Soruksten), which is best known as a refuge for the various noble houses that have been displayed throughout the various of the last two centuries. This mixing of noble families and their cultures has lead to what is quite frankly a bizarre series of fashion trends as the mix of clothing wealth and royal clout chasing bash against each other into a rather alien sense of style.

Marian Noble : The Marian Noble is from one of the Great Cities of the Gladencoast. Marian clothing often includes themes and imagery of sea-life and sea creatures often manifesting as the many swirling patterns engraved into the man's head-dress and collar. Due to their matriarchal society, both men and women follow feminine beauty standards, with men usually fully shaved and boasting young faces, enhanced by makeup.

Demon King Cultist : Various Demon King cults have existed throughout Titan, but who exactly this so-called Demon King is, is hotly debated. The Emmurian Consensus is that it's a corrupted form of Unville, the Braellian god of Primordial Ambition and important folklore figure. Some Marian scholars have instead argued its a version of the Mechanical God, a figure often referenced in ancient Onchi texts and believed to be their god of magic. Shie Koremlo : Member of House Koremlo, she is at the centre of the Koremlo Sundering and the later Ivar Sundering, an event that saw the Koremlo Clan, divide into the Ivar and Koremlo factions over whether the family should allow themselves to be annexed into the Marian Golden Empire. The Koremlo would eventually succeed, with the Ivars retreating back into Tareneauv. Later the Ivars would be similarly split on which side to support during the Tareneauvian Civil War.

Euva of Mearimir : The Euromancers of Mearimir make heavy use of Titan technology to enhance the physical and magical abilities. The Euva of Mearimir was founded by Kaeyon of Mearimir, founder of the Euvagean Empire, who was a heavy enthusiast of Titan technology, making regular expeditions into the Chasm. The modern Euva continue this legacy with their research.

Euva of Kin : The Euva of Kin are a culture of pastoralists, with their lifestyle and culture revolving around their raising of cattle and aurochs. They were the former heads of the Kingdom of Kin, the greatest of the post Neo-Marian states, whose war with Teva Teva forced the creation of the Marian Provisional Government. They would fall out of power following their defeat in this war, and later with the Necromantic Bombing of their capital Trelynska. The capital would be moved to Hollow Row and now the Kin are fiercely loyal to the Euvagean Empire.

Euva of Erdione : The Euva of Erdione are a euva of coral and pearl divers and have a close connection to the sea, as it is the centre of their lifestyle. The Erdione have a close relationship with the Eumen-Riad who reside on their islands. The corals and pearls collected by the Erdione are very commonly used in the creation of luxury goods, most notably being made into beads. They also collect many other forms of sea life for use in trade.

#worldbuilding #fantasy #art #idk #illustration #digital art

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torley · 6 months

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Bread bowls, folk songs, and acres of clams — one writer’s deep dive into the iconic Washington seafood chain that anchored her childhood

#pinterest #Consumer Culture

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invermere-real-estate-teamrice · 11 months

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The Iconic String Shelf inspired this IVAR Cabinet Hack

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The Timeless Charm of Brio Train Sets

Introduction

From the moment we learn to walk, the fascination with trains is something that transcends generations. The clickety-clack of the wheels on the tracks, the toot of the whistle, and the joy of watching a tiny locomotive chug along can captivate the hearts of children and adults alike. In the world of train sets, there is a name that has stood the test of time - Brio. This Swedish company has been creating wooden train sets for over a century, and their timeless appeal is something that continues to delight and entertain generations of children. In this blog, we will take a deep dive into the world of Brio train sets, exploring their history, the enduring charm of wooden trains, and why they remain a staple in the world of children's toys.

The History of Brio

Brio, short for "BRöderna Ivarsson Osby," is a Swedish company with a rich history dating back to 1884. It was founded by Ivar Ivarsson and his wife Sissa, who began by making basketware and various wooden products. In the early 20th century, the company shifted its focus to toys and eventually started producing wooden trains. Brio's first wooden train set, introduced in 1958, was an instant hit and marked the beginning of their enduring legacy in the toy industry.

Over the decades, Brio has consistently maintained its reputation for crafting high-quality wooden toys. Their commitment to safety and durability has made them a trusted choice for parents and educators worldwide. Brio's dedication to sustainability, with the use of responsibly sourced wood and non-toxic paints, further underscores their commitment to creating a safe and eco-friendly play environment for children.

The Enduring Appeal of Wooden Trains

In an era of high-tech toys and digital entertainment, why do traditional wooden train sets like Brio remain so popular? Here are a few reasons:

Timeless Charm: Wooden train sets possess an innate charm that transcends trends and technology. The simplicity of wooden tracks, cars, and trains invokes a sense of nostalgia, and parents often enjoy sharing the same toys they loved as children with their own kids.

Open-Ended Play: Brio train sets foster open-ended play, allowing children to use their creativity and imagination. As they build and rearrange tracks, create stories, and transport cargo, kids develop critical thinking, problem-solving skills, and fine motor abilities.

Educational Benefits: Wooden train sets offer various educational benefits. They teach children about physics, spatial relationships, and cause-and-effect. Additionally, they promote social skills as children collaborate, negotiate, and play together.

Durability: Wooden train sets are renowned for their durability. Brio, in particular, is known for crafting robust pieces that can withstand years of play. This durability ensures that the sets can be passed down from one generation to the next, making them a sustainable investment.

Screen-Free Entertainment: In a world increasingly dominated by screens, wooden train sets provide a welcome respite from digital devices. They encourage children to engage with the physical world and develop an appreciation for tangible play.

Exploring Brio's Product Line

Brio offers a wide range of train sets and accessories, catering to different ages and preferences. Some of their most popular products include:

Brio My First Railway: Designed for toddlers, this introductory set features colorful, chunky pieces and a magnetic train. It's a perfect way to introduce young children to the world of Brio trains.

Brio Classic Figure 8 Set: This iconic set features an oval track, a bridge, a station, and a charming little locomotive. It's a fantastic starter set for children who are just beginning their Brio journey.

Brio Deluxe Railway Set: For the dedicated train enthusiast, this extensive set includes a wide variety of tracks, bridges, tunnels, and accessories, allowing for endless creative possibilities.

Brio World - Cargo Transport Helicopter: Brio's World line expands beyond trains, incorporating other modes of transportation. This set includes a helicopter, cargo car, and a loading station for transporting goods by air and land.

Brio Remote Control Travel Train: Incorporating modern technology, this set comes with a remote control train that adds a new dimension to play. Children can explore the joys of remote control and automation while enjoying the classic charm of Brio.

The Value of Brio in Child Development

Brio train sets offer more than just entertainment. They play a vital role in child development. Let's explore some of the ways in which Brio contributes to a child's growth:

Fine Motor Skills: Manipulating small train cars and connecting tracks require precise hand-eye coordination, helping children develop fine motor skills.

Cognitive Skills: As children plan and construct their railroads, they engage in problem-solving and spatial reasoning, fostering cognitive development.

Social Skills: Sharing the train set with friends or family members encourages social interaction, cooperative play, and communication skills.

Imagination: Brio trains are the vehicles of endless adventures. Children create stories, scenarios, and role-play situations, nurturing their imaginations and creativity.

Patience and Persistence: Building complex layouts can be a challenge, teaching children the value of patience and perseverance as they overcome obstacles.

In the ever-evolving world of Brio train sets, the company continues to innovate and expand its product line, offering new opportunities for play and exploration. Here are some notable developments in the world of Brio:

Brio Smart Tech: Brio has embraced modern technology with its Smart Tech line. These sets incorporate interactive elements, including sounds and motion, adding a layer of excitement and engagement to traditional wooden train play. With Smart Tech trains, children can enjoy the magic of technology while still experiencing the classic appeal of Brio.

Brio World Playsets: Brio World expands the train experience by introducing various themed playsets. Whether it's a bustling city, a farm, or an adventurous safari, these sets provide immersive storytelling opportunities, encouraging children to create narratives and explore different environments.

Brio Travel Line: Brio's travel-themed sets take children on adventures around the world. From transcontinental railways to high-speed trains, these sets open up conversations about global exploration, geography, and cultural diversity.

Customization and Expansion: Brio encourages creativity and personalization with an array of expansion packs and individual pieces. Children can expand their existing sets or design unique layouts, fostering a sense of ownership and pride in their creations.

Why Parents Love Brio

Brio train sets have garnered a dedicated fan base among parents for several compelling reasons:

Educational Value: Parents appreciate the educational benefits that Brio train sets offer. They recognize that while children play, they are also learning important skills, such as problem-solving, spatial awareness, and cooperation.

Longevity: Brio's commitment to durability means that parents can invest in their products with the confidence that they will last for years. Many Brio sets become cherished family heirlooms, passed down from one generation to the next.

Screen-Free Play: Brio provides a welcome alternative to screen time. In a digital age where children are often glued to smartphones and tablets, Brio train sets encourage physical, tangible, and imaginative play.

Quality and Safety: Brio has maintained an impeccable reputation for using safe, non-toxic materials and responsible wood sourcing. Parents trust Brio to provide a safe play environment for their children.

Parent-Child Bonding: Brio train sets provide a unique opportunity for parents to bond with their children. Building tracks, creating stories, and playing together can be quality family time that parents cherish.

The Legacy of Brio: Past, Present, and Future

As Brio train sets have journeyed through the years, they have maintained their relevance by staying true to their core values of quality, safety, and imagination. Brio has stood the test of time because it offers something beyond mere entertainment; it provides a portal to a world of creativity, learning, and shared experiences.

For more than a century, Brio has been a part of countless childhoods, sparking joy and wonder in the hearts of children worldwide. Its enduring legacy is a testament to the timeless appeal of wooden trains and the enduring charm of open-ended play.

As Brio continues to evolve and adapt to the needs of today's children, it remains firmly rooted in its commitment to providing exceptional products that enrich the lives of young and old alike. In a world of constant change, Brio train sets remain a constant, an anchor in the ever-flowing river of childhood, connecting generations and creating memories that last a lifetime.

In closing, Brio train sets are not just toys; they are an integral part of the tapestry of childhood. Their history is interwoven with the memories of countless individuals who fondly recall the days when they first watched a little wooden train chug along the tracks. As Brio carries its legacy forward, it continues to inspire future generations to embark on their own imaginative journeys, one wooden train at a time.

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