#row cistern

[mossrotts]

i realized i've been neglecting uploading things on tumblr for a bit!!! here's a ref of row i did for a commission/artfight. that campaign recently ended and it was so good y'all.

he's a gunslinger! he's a water genasi! he has a mysterious past that was a mystery even to him!

[whats-in-a-sentence]

Polly had discovered long ago that if you opened a certain little door in the box-room attic of her house you would find the cistern and a dark place behind it which you could get into by a little careful climbing.

"The Chronicles of Narnia: The Magician's Nephew" - C. S. Lewis

[kabr0ztrousers]

Hello, how you doing ?

I've been stalking your blog for a while now, and finally gathered the courage to send a resquest (if you don't like it, feel free to ignore or change it).

So here's my idea: Reader comes from a family that offers their daughters to the creatures of the forest (i was thinking maybe a male harpy ?), but Reader ran away when it was her time to be taken, she moved into a big city and hid there for years.

Now she is back in her old city for some reason (maybe her sister just had a baby and she wants to see if said baby is a girl too) and her mate is looking foward to get what's rightfully his.

Kabr0z Writes episode 59: Sacrifice

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: noncon; dubcon; receiving cunnilingus; tentacles; abduction; hypnosis; mind control; parasites;

A/N: I'm taking a few liberties with the queue again, otherwise we'd have a couple of feral stories in a row. So, hellhound anon, you'll get your story in tomorrow's catch-up double feature!

As always, if you have any requests for scenarios or kinks you'd like me to explore, drop an ask or a DM, anf it'll go in the queue!

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You passed the city gates. You'd not been back for years, for good reason. When your family is a hinge of the local cult, it's less than ideal. As the eldest daughter, your fate was to be given to the so-called gods living under the city. Being a sacrifice to a horror you'd never seen wasn't your speed, so you ran. An ocean away, you hid.

That was a decade ago now. You'd never intended to come back, but you heard the news. Lily had a daughter. You'd made her promise you she'd never have a child, she'd break the line and never subject her own to the beast below. Maybe she never had a choice. Either way, you had a job to do. The plan was simple: you'd been in touch with Lily since you made landfall, first mailing her a sending slab, then using the paired tablets to convey codes messages etched in the wax surface. Tonight was the night. You'd meet her in a cistern under the main square where she'd give you her child, Holly. Baby in tow, you'd get out of the city that night using a Ring of Recall you had tuned to your home. Once you were safe, far across the Sea of Stars, you'd raise your adoptive daughter.

She'd never know the importance of her bloodline, or the terrible fate she'd been spared.

You jumped from the cart you rode in on, the less the people you trusted to get you here knew, the better. Worst case scenario they think you're a thief or something on a heist. In a way, that's precisely what you were. Your first stop was an alms-house you knew about. Old, run down, a den of disease and suffering the gentry and the guards all ignored. Nobody's asking questions about who comes and goes from there, even less in the dead of night. The perfect place to lay low until the right time. You took the opportunity while there to swipe a blanket or two. You weren't worried about disease, potions are cheap enough, and you only needed it to cover you from the grotty lodgings to the network of sewers and drains under the city.

So you sat. In that stinking hovel. Turning the enchanted copper ring that would get you home over and over in your fingers. It was probably worth more than the building you hid in, but only you new that. Lily had advised you to get one made, getting it bound to a spot so far away wasn't cheap, but it was doable and you'd paid for the best you could get.

The appointed hour drew close. Covered in blankets, affecting a hunch, you scurried down an alleyway to a loose grate. Amazing how nothing ever gets fixed in the bad parts of town, even after so long. The pile of blankets muffled you closing the grate behind you before stealing into the dark. You knew these tunnels. They were your favourite haunts as a teen, playing with your little sister, fantasising about getting away and growing old together. You both knew it couldn't ever be. The cistern was your home from home. You hung sheets from the ceiling once upon a time, dividing the upper level into rooms of sorts. The grating making up the floor stayed dry enough and with some blankets and rugs didn't even hurt your feet to walk on.

It was like you'd never left.

The blankets were still vibrantly coloured, if a little rat-gnawed at the bottom edges. Your blankets were gone, so you could see through the grate to the dark water glinting below, but you knew the layout.

Lily waited for you in the centre of the cistern, under the grate in the pavement that led straight down, the moonlight hitting her in a silvery beam as she cradled a swaddled bundle in her arms.

"Lily, it's me" you whispered.

Your sister turned. You could see her robe was open at the front, the infant in her arms latched onto a breast. Your eyes drew down to her belly, round and gravid

"You have another one on the way?" That wasn't part of the plan "I think I can recall with you both, but I'm not sure... Why didn't you tell me?"

Lily stood there. Silent as the grave. She started to chuckle "Put on your ring"

"What? That'll take me home, I need you to pass me Holly so she'll be safe"

Lily didn't meet your gaze as she handed you her baby. The infant fussed in your arms as her mother's milk was taken away

"I'll come back for you. I'll bring another ring." You put on the ring.

The world swam. You saw, for a moment, the morning sun of your home, but when it cleared you were back in the cistern, clutching the child. The ring was on your finger. It nearly worked. Why didn't it work?

Lily took the baby from you and looked into your eyes.

You screamed.

When you were kids, her eyes were hazel. The colour of evening sunlight on dry grass in a heatwave. Now they were a milky blue-white. Pinhole pupils stared into you.

"When you ran, they made sure to protect me. The masters wanted me to be their sacrifice, but I needed to keep the blood. When Holly was born, I became ready, but someone needed to take her place."

A wet hand grabbed you from behind. You tried to spin and hit it, but your head was still light and you stumbled. You fell to your knees, cutting your hands on the floor grating as a hand closed around your throat.

It hauled you up. You looked into the cruel amber eyes, wide glowing orbs set in a twisted face. It didn't have a nose, or brow ridge, its head was pointed like the mantle of a squid or a cuttlefish, but the most striking part was where its mouth would be. Instead of a jaw, there was a mass of squirming, writhing tentacles. It hissed at you as you glared at it, kicking the air, trying to break the iron grip on you.

It waved its other hand. Your clothing unravelled. The sending slab clattered to the ground, the ring still inert on your finger, everything else fell in rags to the grating below you. Being naked wasn't going to deter you. You clawed and scratched at its face and the arm holding you, nails sliding off the slimy skin.

It threw you. You slammed into a sheet and slid to the floor. It fell upon you. You were pinned.

A slick pair of hands prised open your legs. Your ankles were pressed either side of your ears. The tentacled face lowered to your cunt. The tendrils brushed against your sensitive skin as you tried to twist away from it. The first pushed into you, sliding between the lips of your cunt as it tasted you. The rest followed, squirming tentacles filling you, probing your insides. You could feel your body reacting, getting wetter and wetter as the unbidden orgasm built in your belly. You squirmed and whined, bent double by the unbreakable grip, a monster eating your pussy, not caring if you wanted it or not. Fleshy appendages squirming over every inch of your cunt, inside and out. It filled every corner with activity, from the probing at your cervix to the massaging of your clit. Every whimper, every twitch, it made sure to keep up, building your release higher and higher by the moment.

It finally let you cum. You felt yourself squirt into the wall of tentacles assaulting your pussy. More and more liquid sprayed from you as you moaned and cried, your legs shaking and toes curling. The monster didn't stop. It didn't even pause.

Over and over your aching body was forced to cum, each orgasm driving the fight from you as it wore you out. By the time it stopped, you were a gasping, panting pile of limbs. Your squirt dripping from between your legs and down into the city water supply far below you.

The monster reached into its sleeve and withdrew a wriggling leech-like creature. One hand held the lips of your cunt open as it dropped the squirming creature on your soaked pussy. It moved up you. Half-burrowing, half-swimming, it slid between the clenching walls of your cunt even as you tried to force it out. You tried to scream as you felt it pushing up your cervix, but all that came out was a lewd moan as your twitching cunt slammed shut over and over, driving itself closer and closer to another orgasm.

You felt it pressing into the wall of your womb, a stinging pressure as it drilled into the soft flesh. As soon as it stopped digging in to you, you felt a warmth pulsing from it. The pain in your belly turned to a pleasant numbness. The ache in your cunt and your stinging clit became a throbbing buzz. Your head spun again, getting lighter and lighter until it happened.

You clenched on air. Your legs shook harder as your heels planted, driving your hips upwards into a lover that wasn't there.

You couldn't stop it. You wouldn't want to. Over and over you came, the leech's secretions lighting your nerves on fire, flooding you with endorphins. The room defocused and your tongue hung from your mouth as you rolled this way and that. Your cunt leaked a cocktail of blood, girlcum, and the thick secretions of the parasite driving you mad.

A part of you knew what happens now. You'd seen the fate that befell the other women this happened to. The secretions from the leech would fertilise your womb, over and over. Every month you'd spill forth more of the leeches. The strongest would be chosen and either implanted into another woman, or allowed to squirm into a man's ear, turning him into another of the tentacled gods.

You knew your fate. The hated destiny of all of the eldest daughters of your line.

You couldn't be happier.

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Postscript: Yeah, the bonus points for this was a harpy, but I went for the horrifying not-illithid cult instead. Maybe they'll be a thing going forwards, maybe they'll be another one-and-done. I do prefer the awful tadpole queen idea rather than elderbrains just crapping out more tadpoles, though wish I'd come up with something better than just ripping off ceramorphosis for making the drones.

Either way, hope you enjoyed, Anon, and again if anyone had any requests they wanted to send in, my hard limits are in the pinned, beyond that have fun

Post-postscript: I hope the exposition at the tail end didn't kill the mood either, I just couldn't think of a good way to shoehorn that in, and it felt too hot to just miss out entirely.

[riding-with-the-wild-hunt]

"In all the days of the Third Age, after the fall of Gil-galad, Master Elrond abode in Imladris, and he gathered there many Elves, and other folk of wisdom and power from among all the kindreds of Middle-earth, and he preserved through many lives of Men the memory of all that had been fair; and the house of Elrond was a refuge for the weary and the oppressed, and a treasury of good counsel and wise lore." - J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion "Of the Rings of Power and the Third Age" "Therefore ere the Third Age was ended the Elves perceived that the Ring of Sapphire was with Elrond, in the fair valley of Rivendell, upon whose house the stars of heaven most brightly shone. . ." - J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion, "Of the Rings of Power and the Third Age"

@arwenindomiel's tolkien south asian week ☸︎ day 3: home ☸︎ RIVENDELL

[ID: an edit comprised of four posters in muted browns, reds, and blues, showing different aspects of nepalese architecture.

1: A multi-terraced wooden building with intricately carved woodwork and lattices. White text in the top left corner backed by a white line reads "rivendell" in all caps, and in smaller text underneath "stronghold and refuge" / 2: A row of carved wooded columns holding up a portico, framed by a white rectangle. Text along the inside of the frame reads "His house was perfect, whether you liked food, or sleep, or work, or story-telling, or singing, or just sitting and thinking best, or a pleasant mixture of them all." Some words are emphasized in all caps / 3: A series of stone archways leading to a courtyard with a fountain or cistern. Same format as Image 2, but the text reads "Evil things did not come into that valley" and is only in the upper left and lower right corners of the frame / 4: The roof of a buddhist temple, with a domed under-portion surmounted by a tall golden spire. It is adorned with prayer flags and two painted eyes. Same format as Image 1, but the text is on the opposite side, and reads "imladris" and "valley of the elves" //End ID]

[dc-polls]

Biggest DC Misconception

Round 1 - Match 5

Tim Drake grew up next door to the Waynes

Misconception: that Tim spent his entire childhood living next door to the Waynes, in a suburb of Gotham rather than the city itself. Canon: In the post-Crisis pre-Flashpoint era of comics, Tim Drake's family had at least one residence in Gotham City on the island itself, and are never directly referred to as living anywhere else. After Tim's mother Janet dies in the comics, Tim convinces his father Jack to buy a house in Bristol (a mainland suburb of Gotham) next door to Bruce Wayne (Alfred found the listing for the house and passed it along to Tim). A few years later in-universe Jack, Tim, and Tim's stepmother Dana have to sell that house (referred to as Drake Manor) and move into an apartment once more in Gotham City on the island itself. Some fans see Tim living in Bristol for part of his comics, or see other fans mention it, and assume that Tim grew up in that suburb next door to the Waynes his entire childhood. This leads to misconceptions about his family's relationship to the Waynes, Tim's relationship to Gotham City, and what his early childhood experiences may have been like. It can further lead to fans insisting Tim has less connection to Gotham than other Bat team members.

And another submission...

Fanon constantly puts Tim at Drake Manor as a child but he didn't move in until after Jack woke up from his coma. Alfred gave him a newspaper listing for it. Bruce made a secret tunnel to the Batcave under a cistern in the basment. And they had to sell it after Jack made some bad investments in the stock market, lost Drake industries, and they had to move back to the city. Tim was at Brentwood during this and had to go to public school and wasn't rich anymore, just upper middle class. (Also he didn't inherit Drake Manor as his father didn't own it when he died)

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Stephanie Brown is from Crime Alley

Stephanie Brown was solidly middle class when she was introduced. Although a lot of her problems (pill popping mother, villan father, teen pregnancy) were viewed as "poor people problems" she was not. She had a regular house in the suburbs and had her own motorcycle and equipment (although she could have stolen it from her villan father). (I think she was supposed to be relatable in that these problems can happen to anyone but fannon has taken that away from her and said that those are poor people problems so she must be poor)

And another submission...

The misconception is that Stephanie Brown (Spoiler, later the 4th main continuity Robin, later Batgirl) is from Crime Alley, also known as Park Row, or sometimes other impoverished areas of Gotham City such as The Narrows. In the Post-Crisis Pre-Flashpoint era of comics, Stephanie is canonically from a mainland suburb of Gotham, not the island city itself. In her introductory arc, the Bats specifically track her down to the "Manchester suburb" which is seen as having a low skyline, unlike the tall buildings of Gotham City. In a later comics, Stephanie describes herself as Spoiler as the "defender of the suburbs", pointing out that Batman and Robin focus on the city. Why it's important to know: fans who place her childhood in Park Row or the Narrows are often drawing direct parallels between her and Jason Todd or Duke Thomas, and a contrast to non-urban-childhood characters, completely inaccurately, ignoring her actual canon experiences. Suburbs of Gotham still deal with similar issues, but they aren't interchangeable with the urban center itself. Characters can have parallels without having grown up in the exact same place as each other; the misconception flattens and simplifies all of them. Additionally, this era of comics had Stephanie dealing with stigmatized issues such as a criminal father, a drug addicted mother, a teen pregnancy, and childhood abuse. The canon made it clear these are problems kids in the suburbs may experience. The misconception that Stephanie is from Crime Alley reinforces the stereotype that crime, drug addiction, and teen pregnancy are only urban issues. Reinforces the classist myth that suburbs are "nicer" and "safer" than the city.

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Cancelled

Jake Lockley x GN!Reader • Rating: T •Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | requestinfo• MK Bingo 2024 Masterlist• ko-fi •

Summary: Your plans change.

🌛For @moonknight-events MK Bingo Spring 2024 Event🌜

A/N: Sat on a few of these fics for ages because I'm overthinking them, but thought 'ahhh, I need to post them now in time for the event!' Having a deadline is very helpful.

Warnings: Reader experiencing some sensory issues, Jake reading smutty books, overuse of italics, typos, not beta read, rail-road sentences, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 801

Your phone buzzes on the bed. The drone is muffled slightly by the pillow it’s under. You finish fixing your outfit in the mirror and sigh. 

The material was ever so slightly wrong today. Normally it was fine, but now the feel of it just irritated you. But this was the seventh outfit you’d tried on and honestly if you were going to make it to the restaurant by 8pm, even with Jake’s ingenious driving, you had to leave now. 

You pick up your phone, glancing at the screen as you unlock it. 

One message. 

From one of your friends you were meeting up with. Probably something along the lines of ‘see everyone soon’. Usually you were excited to see them. They were some of your oldest and dearest friends, and you loved their company. But today it just felt off. Getting dressed up and going out. Eating at a semi expensive (for your budget anyway) restaurant that you didn’t even like that much. Putting on your ‘social interaction face’. It all just seems far too exhausting. 

Your eyes widened as you read the messages on the group chat. 

‘Can’t make it, stupid traffic at the tunnel! Been stuck for 50 mins and haven’t moved!’

‘I can’t either, babysitter fell through!’

‘So sorry everyone, maybe it’s for the best, I’ve got a horrible headache and was gonna power through, but maybe it’s best if we reschedule?’

The last message had you at-ted. 

‘It’s that okay with you? Sorry you let you down! <3’

Relief floods your veins and you hastily type a, ‘no worries, let’s reschedule’, adding several happy face emojis out of paranoia that your message could be misread, before you wish everyone well and to have a good evening. 

Jake hears you throw your bedroom door open, but doesn’t glance up from where he’s slouched over your armchair reading. It’s one of those bodice-ripping paperbacks from the 80s with the fabulously illustrated covers. Jake’s guilty pleasure. While he knows that Marc and Steven wouldn’t care, and most likely wouldn’t be bothered at all by his reading choices, he also very much does not want them to know. A feeling he’s sure he should try to unpack at some point. 

But that was a future Jake task. 

Which is why he’d taken to either hiding them behind the cistern in Steven’s flat or keeping them at yours, tucked neatly on your bookshelf (with your permission) behind a row of your books. 

“You ready to go amor?” He asked as he turned the page. 

You bounded over to him, ripping your stupid, itchy top off in the process. “Excellent news!” You stopped in front of him, smacking your hands onto the armchair for emphasis. 

Jake didn’t even flinch, half absorbed in his book and half used to your dramatic flare.

“Oh?” He glanced up at you and paused, a small frown of interest crossing his face. “You don’t have a top on.” 

“Exceptional observation skills Lockey.” 

He smirks. 

“Guess what?” 

“You’re embracing a new life as a nudist?” 

“The meal’s cancelled.” 

“What?” 

“The meal’s cancelled. You know cancelled, as in not happening.” You grin.

He gives you a playful look and swats your upper arm softly with his book. (His middle finger pressed inside to keep his page.) “I know what cancelled means, why?”

“Traffic, no babysitter, and headache.” You list the reasons as you count them on your hand excitedly. 

He smiles. “Really weren’t feeling it today were you?”

“How could you tell?” You say playfully. 

“Well, you kicking the door open to tell me was a good give away.”

You laugh.

“Plus, you really were leaving it pretty fine to get there on time.” He slips his bookmark between the pages and puts the book down on the floor before inching forward, he wraps his arms around your waist and gently pulls you into his lap, giving you plenty of time to step back if you wanted to. “I know how much being late makes you anxious.” 

You snuggle up to him, wrapping your own arms around his shoulders and kissing his cheek. His day old stubble rubs against your skin. But this sensation is comforting. Like home. 

“So you letting it get to this time without us going, or without you telling me off for reading instead of putting my shoes on.” 

“I don’t tell you off.” You grumble, your words muffled by how your mouth is pressed against his neck. 

Jake laughs. “Playfully.”

You tut affectionately. “Alright, playfully.” You adjust your position on his lap, getting comfortable. 

“So, what do you want to do tonight?” He presses a light kiss to your temple.

“Hmm, how about… pizza and you can read some of your smutty book to me?” 

He laughs again and kisses your lips. “Sounds good.” 

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[wintersoulwitch]

How Wyndham’s Ghost Stole my Passport

Some context: because I booked this trip last year, it was far enough in advance that a flight to London cost about the same as a train ticket, so I flew down this time (thus completing the planes, trains and automobiles trifecta as modes of transport that have taken me to London to see Stage/Fright) which is why I had my passport.

I dropped my bag, grabbed a coffee, then went to the Wyndham’s for the matinee. I was wearing dungarees, and had my passport in the bib pocket. Before the show started I went to the loo. I remember thinking - ooh, better make sure my passport doesn’t fall out the pocket when I unclip my dungarees!

And when I’d finished going tinkles, I pulled out my phone and my power pack so I could swap what pocket they were in and… realised I didn’t have my passport. My passport wasn’t in my bib pocket.

My stomach dropped. I checked the other pockets. It wasn’t there either. I checked the floor of the cubicle, looked behind the loo, checked I hadn’t accidentally put it on the cistern. Nowhere.

Maybe… maybe… it had fallen out without me realising and I’d accidentally kicked in the next cubicle?

Searched the next cubicle. Nope. Searched the rest of the room. Nope. Went to ask the usher at the bathroom door if anyone had handed it in. Nope. Passport has vanished. Passport has fucking dematerialised.

Tried not to panic. Retraced my steps, no sign. Went to the box office and told them of my plight. Very lovely member of staff directed me to a different member of staff who directed me to Sarah, my hero, who radio’d round to let the rest of the team know. After some more searching the passport was still missing. I began to doubt my memory - maybe it hadn’t been in my bib pocket? Maybe I didn’t bring it with me to the theatre at all?

Went to try and enjoy the show and not be sick. Did another search in the stalls and the toilet during the interval. Nope. Found Sarah in the foyer and… it hadn’t been handed in. Heart is sinking.

But how is this possible? How could my passport vanish? Has the bloody Wyndham’s Ghost stolen my passport? Am I being punished for recording too much about the play?

Went to my hotel, hoping against hope that my passport would be in my bag. Emptied my bag. No passport. Emptied my pockets for the bajillionth time. No passport. Fuck. FUCK.

Start looking at my options - if I want to get a replacement passport in time for my flight home then I’ll have to pay the £100 fee to try and rush it through. Or I could get a train ticket to NCL for a bit under £100. Or I could use the emergency backup evening coach ticket I bought on the offchance I could bag a cheap Saturday matinee ticket. Fuck fuck fuck.

Decide against cancelling my passport just yet - hoping against hope that it will have turned up after the theatre was cleaned between shows.

Back to the Wyndham’s for the evening show. Find Sarah again - explain that the passport wasn’t at the hotel, and I have such a clear memory of it being in my bib pocket so it has to have fallen out in the loo! Did anyone find it during their checks? Nope, nothing’s turned up. Another member of staff is also invested in the search, saying how weird it is. I tell her that the ghost must have stolen my passport. She agrees.

Go to my seat, watch the first act, go back to the bathroom for one last ditch check. Various women in the bathroom get invested in my story. I’m talking to one outside the bathroom when someone on the end of the row gets up from their seat. Something on the floor catches my eye. A white barcode sticker on a dark rectangle. Almost looks like… wait…

I pick it up. I turn it over. The Royal coat of arms shines back at me. HM PASSPORT. I open it. It’s my face. It’s my fucking passport. IT’S. MY. FUCKING. PASSPORT.

Despite me emptying my pockets, searching every inch of that bathroom, having theatre staff looking out for me during their checks and NO ONE finding it??? HOWwwww is this possible?

The Ghost dematerialised my passport and then The Ghost returned it to me. Only explanation.

I dunno if he was playing a prank or trying to teach me a lesson or what, but my passport is back and that’s the main thing. I breathlessly skip up to the foyer to let the team know. The staff member I spoke to doesn’t seem as amazed as I was. Do you not understand? I completely emptied all my pockets and my bag and searched every inch of that bathroom and Wyndham’s staff searched both inside and outside the building and it had completely and utterly disappeared and then just suddenly revealed itself on the floor in front of me. I ask her to make sure Sarah knows. I appreciate Sarah so much.

So thank fuck I didn’t cancel my passport. And no cheap Saturday matinee tickets have turned up so I get to use the plane ticket to go home tomorrow and not have to endure another gruelling 8 hour coach journey.

And then last night Reece (accidentally) touched my hand at the stage door and when I checked into my hotel for tonight they upgraded my room (for free) so after that excruciating stress my luck seems to have turned for the better 👻

Thank you, old pal

[grandturtleperson]

Basilica Cistern, the "sunken palace," Istanbul

... a limnophilous palace of marble whose faint columns, rank upon rank, marked the darkness like runes and upheld, with their ghostly carved capitals, the winged vaults of the ceilings which spread, mottled with moisture, far over his head. Its carpet was water: water which ran green and icy and clear under his feet and licked and floated and sucked at the white marble pillars in their dim and motionless rows: a forest rooted in foam. A forest a thousand years old... (Pawn in Frankincense, Ch 23, Dorothy Dunnett)

[anotherclassicpretence]

Forging a Plan

A one-shot about the Thieves Guild making plans after they caught wind of Maven and the Quill of Gemination

4E 190, 

Riften, the Thieves Guild Cistern. 

“The information is solid, Karl, but useless. Still, it took effort, so consider half your debt to the Guild forgiven,” Mercer Frey said in his usual contrite way. 

“That's it? I owed you a hundred Septims. This information is worth…”

“What?” the Guildmaster almost laughed, leaning comfortably into his chair. “It's not actionable. Who else has use of it? I'm taking the fifty off as an incentive for better reports.”

“I could tell her that you're plotting–”

“Certainly. And I'm sure your snivelly conjectures will weigh greater than the Guild's excellent record. Do as you will, I've had enough of you.”

Mercer pointedly looked away, turning his attention squarely towards the many letters on his desk. 

Frustrated, the Nord stood up, striding towards the exit. Brynjolf had been listening the whole time, leaning against a pillar, and at a subtle nod from Mercer, he went after the informant. 

“Karl– let's talk it out." He stopped him with a friendly hand on the shoulder, and led him to a table near the ladder, out of Mercer's sight. 

“I deserve more compensation–”

“Calm down, now. You know how Mercer is, but this time, he was practically generous. Just because something is a secret, it is not valuable–”

“It'll be valuable all right, in the right hands.”

“The Guild is loyal to its clients– this client especially. And as a friend, Karl, I would warn you not to advertise this. Were something to happen– like I said, the Guild is loyal to its clients, more than it would be to informants who led us into suspicion.”

“ Is Mercer too busy to threaten me himself?" 

“This is just advice. Bring us more information– more pertinent information– and your debt will be entirely forgiven, perhaps even reversed. Or you could ignore my words and let Maven find out that half the city knows about her silent purchase. We will not intercede with her response, I assure you.”

Karl caught the hint, and indicating that he would take it, left the Cistern. Brynjolf returned to the desk, saluting Delvin and Vex. 

“The whole family's here– not to chat, I suppose?”

“Some of us enjoy chatting more than others,” Mercer replied in a half-sneering, half-teasing way. “Well?”

“He'll be quiet, I'm certain.” 

“Of course he will– good cheer to his debt.” 

“And good cheer to Maven's reputation,” Delvin added. 

“Why are we risking her ire, then? You said we can't even use the damn thing without her ink,” Vex cut in. 

“We have the best forgers in Skyrim. She's never complained about our results,” Mercer said in a drawl, as if already tired of discussing. 

“Got it. Where do we intercept it?”

“Your dolt of a lover's been hired to carry it. How tired are you of him?”

“If it'll save us so much coin, I admit it’s almost a fatal amount.”

“Your taste is recovering,” Delvin laughed. 

“Yes, unfortunately for you," she snapped back without glancing at him. “I can get the rendezvous by tonight.” 

“Good. She must have told him to meet the caravan somewhere on the lake. Terrible weather for rowing, should it be delayed past evening.”

Delvin nodded. “We can arrange something in Ivarstead.”

“Wait. Even he is not fool enough to run aground on a lake he knows so well. I thought it was a regular interception.”

“Too suspicious,” Brynjolf said. “And the smoother it is, the more likely she will see our hand. Better for her to know precisely what went wrong.” 

“As for him not being that confused..." Mercer looked down at the Ebony dagger he was twirling in his fingers with a rare smile. “These mists will take care of it. I'll take point on wherever his boat will be– leave that to me.”

The others looked at each other, a little surprised, until a silent agreement was reached– if Mercer's taken it up, it will be done. 

“I don't suppose Vlad will make it through the next day alive,” Vex said with a slight tremble in her voice. 

“Are you or are you not in danger of dying of boredom, Vex?” Brynjolf laughed. “That is why we asked.”

Mercer nodded. “This is a mistake, not a betrayal. Maven prefers to punish those for profit, not eliminate them. Besides, she will come crawling back to us for after her precious Quill drowns into Oblivion. I'll try to make her spare him– no good losing an able fighter, no matter how stupid.” 

Vex seemed almost grateful for Mercer's acknowledgement, but barely showed it. “Can't she just have another made? This letter Karl found... she thanks them for creating the quill.”

Mercer scoffed. “In this one respect, she's equal to that bonehead Karl. She says it's a commission– but this is an centuries-old artifact, one of two... Gallus had told me of them, and how the College was trying to find the set.” He trailed off, his expression turning almost wistful for a moment. “If they're selling it at such a steep price, Maven would have demanded exclusivity. I suppose they kept the second.”

“Likelier that they destroyed one without being able to learn the enchantment," Delvin suggested. “And figured they might as well ask a mountain of gold for the other.”

“Then they're not as deficient in common sense as I thought.” Mercer glanced at Delvin with a little annoyance. “So we're agreed?”

Brynjolf sighed. “It doesn't sit right, sabotaging our richest client…” 

“It won't change "richest", and we're doing this to ensure it doesn't affect "client",” Mercer snapped dismissively. “She finds the Quill is a success. She allows limited use of it for her partners, for a steep price. Give it a year, and she becomes a competitor we cannot touch.”

Brynjolf nodded. “You're right. The Guild needs this, especially now.”

“Especially now that we're cursed,” Vex said with a snide glance at Delvin, amused. 

“We are cursed–” 

“Pray argue in your own quarters. Vex, I expect the location tonight. Delvin– the caravan's yours. Brynjolf– you're absolutely certain Karl will hold his tongue?" 

“As long as he thinks we're the better option. Besides, he cannot do anything without implicating himself worst.”

“I leave the diplomatic solution to you; and should he– or when he– gets cold feet, come to me for the practical one. All right, then."

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Some say that visiting Istanbul without seeing the Hagia Sophia is like missing the heart of the city. Once a church, then a mosque, and now a museum, this architectural marvel showcases a breathtaking blend of Byzantine and Ottoman design. Its vast dome and exquisite mosaics leave you in awe, making it a must-see on your itinerary. Topkapi Palace

Some visitors to Istanbul find themselves enchanted by the Topkapi Palace, the former residence of the Ottoman sultans. This sprawling complex offers a glimpse into the opulence of royal life, with its beautifully designed courtyards, lavish rooms, and impressive collections of artifacts. The stunning views over the Bosphorus add to the palace's charm, making it a perfect spot for taking memorable photos. With its rich history, the Topkapi Palace transports you back to the days of sultans and empires. You can explore the Harem, where the royal family lived, and wander through the treasure room, which holds an incredible collection of jewels and relics. You'll also enjoy panoramic views of the Bosphorus Strait, perfect for appreciating the strategic importance of this grand palace. Basilica Cistern

Explore the enchanting depths of the Basilica Cistern, an ancient underground reservoir that dates back to the 6th century. As you descend into this atmospheric space, you'll be greeted by rows of glowing columns and the gentle sound of dripping water, offering a serene escape from the bustling streets above. For instance, within the Basilica Cistern, you'll discover Medusa's head, one of many intriguing features. This ancient marvel was built to supply water to the Great Palace of Constantinople and showcases incredible engineering skills. The eerie ambiance combined with its historical significance makes it a unique experience that you won't want to miss in your Istanbul adventure. Enchanting Markets The vibrant markets of Istanbul are a treasure trove of culture, color, and commerce, inviting you to immerse yourself in the local way of life. These bustling hubs not only offer unique shopping experiences but also provide a glimpse into the traditions and history of this magnificent city. From handicrafts to spices, the markets are an vital part of your Istanbul journey. The Grand Bazaar The Grand Bazaar is a must-visit landmark, boasting over 4,000 shops and a history that spans nearly six centuries. As you wander through its maze-like alleys, you'll discover everything from handmade carpets and intricate jewelry to ceramics and textiles. Be sure to haggle; it's part of the experience, and you might snag a fantastic deal! Spice Bazaar

Any visit to Istanbul would be incomplete without exploring the Spice Bazaar, also known as the Egyptian Bazaar. Here, you'll be greeted by the fragrant scents of exotic spices, dried fruits, and traditional sweets. This historical market dates back to the 17th century and is a sensory overload of vibrant colors and aromatic delights. Another highlight of the Spice Bazaar is the chance to sample locally sourced products such as Turkish delight and pistachio baklava, which are both irresistible treats. As you stroll through the stalls, don't miss out on the opportunity to chat with local vendors who are eager to share their knowledge about the spices and products they sell. Just be cautious as it can get quite crowded, especially during peak tourist seasons, and keep a close eye on your belongings to ensure a worry-free shopping experience! https://youtu.be/-pWc6EfgM-U Cultural Experiences All around Istanbul, a rich tapestry of cultural experiences awaits you that reflects the city's unique blend of history and modernity. From the serene ambiance of ancient mosques to vibrant bazaars, every corner offers a glimpse into the local lifestyle and traditions. Engaging with locals in these settings allows you to immerse yourself in the diverse narratives that shape this mesmerizing city. Don't miss out on these experiences that truly capture the essence of Istanbul. Traditional Turkish Bath

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Dervishes captivate audiences with their spiritual dance, a mesmerizing display that symbolizes the quest for divine love and enlightenment. As you watch the swirling figures clad in flowing garments, you'll be transported to a state of tranquility and introspection. The show, often accompanied by live music, highlights a unique aspect of Turkish culture that blends art and spirituality, allowing you to see the passion and dedication behind this ancient tradition. Bath houses have long been a staple of Turkish culture, but the allure of the Whirling Dervishes Show runs even deeper. This performance is not just a feast for the eyes; it's a profound journey of the soul. The dervishes spin rhythmically, achieving a state of spiritual ecstasy that reflects their devotion. This transformative experience captivates hundreds of visitors every week, illustrating the enduring significance of this ancient Sufi tradition. As you absorb the ambiance, you'll feel a connection to the roots of Istanbul, showcasing a remarkable blend of art, spirituality, and heritage. Gastronomic Delights Many travelers find that the culinary experience in Istanbul is a journey worth taking. From the bustling street vendors to the elegant restaurants, the city is filled with flavors that tell stories of culture and history. Dive into a multitude of dishes that reflect the city's rich heritage, whether you prefer sitting down for a leisurely meal or grabbing a quick bite while exploring. Must-Try Local Dishes To fully appreciate Istanbul, you must indulge in its iconic local dishes. Start your culinary adventure with Kebabs, including the world-famous doner kebab, and savor the rich flavors of Lahmacun, often described as Turkish pizza. Don't miss out on Meze—small dishes that are perfect for sharing, ranging from creamy hummus to stuffed grape leaves that provide an unforgettable taste of region.

Street Food Essentials You'll find that Istanbul's street food scene is vibrant and diverse, offering a quick and delicious way to experience local flavors. One of the must-try items is Simit, a sesame-covered bread ring that is crunchy on the outside and soft inside. Another delightful treat is Kumpir, a loaded baked potato filled with a variety of toppings. For those with a sweet tooth, indulge in Baklava, layers of pastry filled with nuts and sweet syrup that provides a perfect ending to your street food adventure.

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Galata tower. Istanbul city landscape aerial view To gain a truly spectacular view of Istanbul, visit the historic Galata Tower. This medieval stone edifice offers one of the best panoramas of the city, providing a 360-degree snapshot of iconic sites such as the Hagia Sophia and the Golden Horn. Climbing to the top is an exhilarating experience, as you navigate your way through the circular staircase, ultimately rewarded with a breathtaking vista. Understanding the Galata Tower is necessary for any visitor. Standing tall at 66.9 meters, this tower has been a vital symbol of Istanbul for centuries. It dates back to the 14th century and serves not just as a lookout point, but also as a reminder of the city's rich history. Be prepared for crowds during peak hours, as this popular attraction can be quite busy, but the views you'll experience from the top make it well worth the effort. Don't forget your camera to capture the stunning skyline and picturesque setting that make Istanbul truly unforgettable! Useful Tips for Tourists Keep your experience in Istanbul smooth and enjoyable by following these practical tips: Always have cash on hand, particularly in smaller markets. Learn a few basic phrases in Turkish; locals appreciate the effort. Dress modestly when visiting mosques and religious sites. Be cautious with street food; choose vendors that are busy and trustworthy. Use public transportation to avoid traffic and enjoy the scenery. You will find these tips invaluable as you explore the enchanting city.

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Chapter 3: Wrench Convict 019048: Hailey Bransen

Hailey was shoulders deep in the guts of a half scrapped MT when a sharp whistle caught her attention. She quickly stowed the bolts she had undone in her belt pouch and pulled herself out of the access panel. She glanced over and caught the pit chief, Mitchell, walking directly towards her. “What can I do for you, boss?” she asked as soon as he was within earshot.

“You can fix that damned machine you rode in on is what.” He barked.

“77, sir?” she asked, getting a curt nod in response, “I cleared that one myself, exteriors dinged up but she’s in full working order.”

“Well you need to go and re-clear it. I’ve gotten nothing but complaints all morning from the flyboys and techs over in that bay. They can’t even get the damned thing started.”

She shook her head in confusion, that didn’t make sense, but at the same time in the situation they found themselves in, anything could go wrong at any time. Figured as much that she’d be wrapped up in part of it, “I assume this takes precedent over this?” She asked, rapping at the MT with her wrench.

“Yep,” Mitchell nodded, “we need every combat unit up and running, especially the midweights. Hop to it, this’ll still be here when you’re done.” He tapped the base of the MT with his steel toed boot, eliciting a satisfying clang from the machine.

“Got it” She knelt down and stowed her tools away into the technician bag splayed open on the floor. Without so much as a huff she gathered everything up and took off without even a second glance at Mitchell. All things considered he wasn’t a bad boss, by far not the worst she’d had on Herald or Bowers Still, for that matter. She understood that there was a certain level of ‘get shit done’ past which the daily pleasantries had to fall to the wayside. With that in mind, he was easy to keep happy. Get the work done, get the machines running, and get enough rest to do it again on your next shift.

She paused at the edge of a road, little more than a set of painted yellow lines on the expansive concrete floor of the massive subterranean cistern, and let a handful of vehicles pass. Small motorized carts and a few outdated patrol vehicles being used as transports. A few seconds later she darted across. She huffed a light laugh to herself as she kept up the light pace that her leg allowed her. It was hard for her to envision this full of water. Even if all the rain she’d seen on this planet fell at once, she doubted that it would get high enough to even wet her boots.

Soon enough she found herself in eyeshot of the RD bay, their familiar squat forms hard to miss. Even they looked small next to the massive support columns that held up the wide concrete canopy above. You’d have to stack them four high before even getting close to scraping the ceiling.

She broke into a brisk jog, her knee aching a little with the exertion, cutting through another bay. This one was for a meager handful of RAs, the RD’s slightly more lithe and agile cousin. Cathedral had hit the RA and RD hangars simultaneously. The RDs had almost all their pilots in the hangar when everything kicked off. The RAs didn’t. The only machines they had from that model where the ones that had been on deployment at the time.

She waived and smiled to a few familiar faces she recognized from Castle but didn’t break her stride until she came to the edge of the RD bay. 10 of the original 15 machines sat side by side in two rows facing one another. Each area marked with the same bright yellow paint that delineated functional space at Bastille. She saw 77 sandwiched between RD-62 and RD-39. Both of them had been out on deployment when the attack occurred and seemed otherwise fine.

Compared to the two flanking it, 77 still looked like it had been through hell. It bore the intense scuffs and scrapes of its journey through the city. They’d replaced the crushed pylon from Drako, RD-47, which had only barely limped in. The piece looked borderline pristine compared to the rest of the mech. Her eyes lingered for a few seconds on the original pylon, it still bore the singular red wing, its mirror now a clawed reptilian wing. She wondered which one 77’s next pilot would replace. Maybe both of them.

A trio of people clustered at 77’s open cockpit hatch, hanging down like the maw of some beast. She recognized Rook as she got closer, to his left was a tech she’d worked with briefly at the roost, Jamison? He was a general-purpose R-class tech, He’d transferred to the RAs after a few months of being on the RD’s. To Jamison’s left was a burly man in pilot’s fatigues, the flight suit pulled down to his waist. His face was beet red and he seemed to be in the middle of an extremely animated discussion with the other two.

“-bullshit. It’s all bullshit.” The flush faced man barked.

“It’s just out of commission Paul. Stop taking it personally.” Rook sighed with exasperation.

Hailey brushed past Jamison and tossed her tool bag into 77’s open hatch, pulling herself up inside. She heard Rook exclaim warmly at her arrival. She smiled a bit to herself. Rook was a generally cheerful man. Him and CJ were part of the reason she’d stayed on the RD team instead of taking a transfer to the heavyweights.

The inside of 77 was relatively clean, unsurprising to her as she’d been the one to clean it out. She’d gotten all of the blood out of the superstructure and most of the plastics, but the foam was harder to scrub out. The original seat padding was completely replaced, once again from Drako, but some of the foam around the crash cage still had streaks and flecks of brown oxidized blood. She knew exactly where to look to see her own bloody handprints from where she’d gripped the cage to climb. She used that knowledge to not look there. Unsurprisingly the cockpit cage was open. With only a quick glance around the overall superstructure, she lowered herself in.

The pilot, Paul, stuck his head into the hatch, the bottom of it coming to about mid chest height on him. “You the princess Rook’s been going on about?”

“You know it,” she replied, keeping her tone neutral as she flipped all of the auxiliary screens to diagnostic mode. A full list of statuses, percentiles and counts cascaded over all of them. She scanned them over for anything out of the ordinary.

“Well, I’d prefer a wizard over royalty.” Paul laughed. “Jamison’s a fine technician and even he couldn’t get this hunk of junk working.” He hefted himself up and into the mech.

She didn’t even acknowledge him with a glance. Nothing on the screens looked out off place. Based on the readouts 77 was running fine, both mechanically and electronically. She hoped the issue wasn’t software. While some modifications and repairs could be attempted to the OS, the master level system install kits were all securely locked away inside Castle. Draconian hardware ID checks prevented them from flashing a copy over from another RD’s system.

“77, operating power.” She called out, keeping an eye on the screens for any changes.

With a shudder the engines rumbled and rose to a whine, then a roar. The main screens flickered to life and displayed their views of the surrounding hangar. Paul steadied himself as the suspension lifted and settled. On screen she saw Rook jump and turn to look up at the mech, he let out a healthy whoop and applauded.

“What did you do?” Paul asked. Surprisingly his voice wasn’t gruff or angry, just curious.

Huh, expected a machismo type. Maybe I pegged him wrong. She thought.

“Nothing, I didn’t change any settings.” She said, “I assume you’d tried that already. Chalk it up to 3rd times a charm?”

Paul flashed her a grin as he put his flight helmet on, “As long as I can sortie, I’ll run the startup a dozen times. Good to know it’s just a repetition.”

She pulled herself out of the seat and moved off to the side, letting Paul pass by and settle into the seat.

“Alright,” he said, slipping his feet into the stirrups. “You get clear and I’ll get this girl moving.”

“Don’t bring her back in worse condition than I did,” She joked as she turned to leave, getting an uproarious laugh out of the pilot.

There was a light shudder that cut through the rumble of the engines accompanied by a quick strobe of the interior lights. With a sudden descending whine, the engines cut out. The lights inside flickered back to standby mode and 77’s suspension slowly lowered the mass of the machine back down. Hailey steadied herself on the crash cage, her bad knee barking a little at her as she was forced to shift weight onto it.

“GOD DAMNIT!” Paul shouted, ripping his helmet off and angrily slamming it down in his lap. “77 Operating power. 77 Operating power. 77 Operating power.” There was no response from the machine. Paul continued to bark startup commands, his face seeming to turn a progressively deeper shade of red with each repetition.

“Alright, Alright,” She said, “I’ve seen it happen this time at least, so that’s… something.”

“Need another head on this,” Jamison called from the floor of the hangar.

“Nah, give me another crack at it.” She shouted back.

“77 OPERATING POWER.” Paul shouted, his face now a concerning shade of purple.

-Critical Component. Replace. 77’s diagnostic report kicked on.

Hailey felt her stomach drop. She’d cleared out CJ’s custom component flag, triple checked that it wasn’t still in the system. This couldn’t be that… right?

“Hey! We have an error callout. Finally!” shouted Jamison, “Check what’s busted and let’s get this girl moving.”

Paul pulled himself out of the seat and stormed down the gantry. She watched him hop down to the ground and disappear past the bulk of the machine. Through the narrow gap she saw Rook shoot her a glance and a shrug as he moved to follow him.

“Offer still stands Princess.” Jamison shouted.

She waived him off, he chuckled and sauntered away, presumably to make himself busy elsewhere.

She felt a knot settle into her stomach as she looked at the cockpit seat. Maybe it was just the unsettling similarities to their exit from castle, but she could see CJ sitting there, smiling, laughing, and joking as well as hanging limp in the straps, unmoving. Both phantoms at the same time. She shook the visions out of her head. With a sigh she lowered herself back in. Manually she toggled one of the auxiliary screens to the cockpit component readout. She glanced over the diagram and sighed a breath of relief, Custom Component 001 hadn’t mysteriously reappeared. But that only lead to the question, what was damaged and why wouldn’t Jamison have gotten the notification when he was doing maintenance.

“77, confirm status.”

-No Damage Detected. Unit is Operational.

Shit. “77, Identify custom component 001”

-Custom Component. Not Found.

“77, Clear all component damage statuses.”

-No Damaged Components Detected. Unit is Operational.

She grit her teeth as the ball of anxiety continued to grow in her stomach. Had the readout only been a symptom of the problem? “77 opera-“ the rest of the activation phrase stuck in her throat. Maybe it was her head playing tricks on her but she swore she saw the screens flicker ever so slightly. Damnit, she thought. She pulled herself out of the seat once more and leaned out the front of the hatch.

“Jamison,” She shouted, “I need a hand.” She saw him off talking with another tech at the edge of the bay. She waived him over as he glanced her way. He finished the last of his conversation and headed back towards 77.

“So soon?” He laughed.

She flipped him off, which only made him laugh harder. She heard more laughter in the other direction and saw Paul and Rook walking back from RD-43, she caught Rooks eye and shook her head. He winced back and nodded.

“Sorry about that display Princess,” Paul shouted over the general din of the work bays, “It’s been a long week.”

She shot him a weary smile, “I’ll definitely agree with you on that.”

Jamison pulled himself into the hatch and strode down the gantry to the cockpit. “Pilot or jumpseat?” He asked.

“Pilot,” she replied as she turned. She felt the gantry pitch ever so slightly as Paul hoisted himself back up.

“Mind if I watch?” he asked.

“So long as you don’t interfere,” she shrugged. By the time she had reached the cockpit, Jamison had already seated himself and was glancing over the diagnostic screens.

“Got anything?” She asked as she pulled herself inside the cage, squeezing in what little space there was to the side of the seat, pressed up on the inside of the padded bars. It wasn’t comfortable but from here she could see the overview of the screens as Jamison tried to diagnose the issue. He moved through the data quickly, giving each a thorough look over. She followed along as he did. As far as maintenance skills went, they were fairly equal in ability.

He sighed, a genuinely exhausted sigh, “In the three seconds I had to look it over? No, nothing looks out of the ordinary, but there are hundreds of statuses to sift through.”

“Sure, but only about a dozen or so would prevent startup like this,” she offered.

“Assuming everything is working as intended.”

For what felt like the 20th time today, she sighed heavily. Time to test my theory. She thought. “77 operating power” she barked.

There was a promising ambient whir as the lights flipped from standby to running mode and the primary displays started to transfer from diagnostic readouts to sensor feeds. She felt the knot in her stomach start to loosen before everything shut down with a loud mechanical snap. A false start.

-Critical Component. Replace.

“Fuck,” she whispered, mostly to herself. She bumped Jamison’s shoulder with her knee, “Scoot.” She slipped herself back into the seat one more time.

Jamison settled into a low squat above her on the gantry. Paul was visible behind him; she saw the gruff pilot looking over the frame of the cockpit superstructure. She shook her head; an odd expression was plastered on his face. He glanced her way and she focused herself down at the screens before he could meet her eyes. She took a long minute to look over the displays, everything was fine. 77 was in standby and ready to go.

It’s not me. It’s not me. It’s not me. It’s not me. Please don’t let it be me.

Paul’s gruff voice broke the silence, “77, operating power.”

Her head snapped up and she caught his gaze. He was staring at her with a look of intense… was that envy? With a powerful shudder the engines rumbled to life, everything inside the cockpit powered on. Stayed on.

She closed her eyes and pressed her head into the headrest, bridging her fingers over her nose and mouth and letting out a very intense well of stress as a guttural groan.

When she opened her eyes she saw Paul’s looming form in the cage’s opening. The intensity never left his eyes. He spoke in a low whisper, a tone that fell somewhere on the border between awe and pity. “I don’t think this unit is mine, Princess.” With a nod, he turned and walked out of the cockpit. Jamison turned to watch him go before glancing back at Hailey with the same sort of look Paul had. He followed the man out.

“Like hell.” Hailey angrily put the machine into a full shutdown and tore herself out of the seat. She lowered herself down gently from the hatch and stormed over to Rook. Paul was walking off, towards the Bastille proper, Jamison in tow. They seemed to be in deep conversation.

Rook looked her up and down, he didn’t have the same look of fervor in his eyes that Paul and Jamison did, but there was definitely something weird in the air between them now.

“What the fuck is going on with them?” She asked, stealing a glance back at 77’s battered frame before shaking her head after the pair walking away.

Rook ran a hand along the back of his neck. He sighed a long heavy breath, “They think..." He paused and shook his head, "They think 77 will only work for you. They think that it’s…” he trailed off. He didn’t need to say anything else; she could put the pieces together.

“I…” she sputtered before slamming her mouth shut. She pushed a slow exhale through her nose and forced herself to relax some of the tension in her shoulders. After a few seconds she let herself inhale again. “What do you think,” she finally asked.

Rook looked up at 77 slowly, “I think that every machine has its bugs. That they’re intensely complicated, and sometimes wires and programming cross to give them a special quirkiness that we learn to work around, for better or worse.” He shook his head, “I think that people have been projecting ourselves onto machines for centuries, ascribing a personality onto behavior that stems from a worn gear somewhere in the belly of their car or a hydraulic leak.” His words made sense, but his tone almost made it sound like he was reciting a hymn out of a book. He glanced over to his own machine. “That’s what I tell myself these days, anyways.”

She tried to read his facial expression, but only got a stony weariness, “Rook, don’t bullshit me, do you believe it?”

“Considering our survival counts on these machines... I’m keeping an open mind.” He muttered, starting to walk back towards 43.

She paused and stared back up at 77’s massive form. Sitting like this, it looked like the head of a massive angular whale, the cockpit hatch a small triangular mouth hanging open loosely, ready to swallow her whole. She shook her head again; this was all ridiculous.

“So, what happens now.” She asked, turning back to look at Rook.

“Now?” Rook stopped, he turned to watch Paul and Jamison, now significantly smaller in the distance. She saw alarm wash over his face. His head snapped back to her, then back up to 77.  “Shit,” he hissed, “They’re going to try and get you transferred. Out of maintenance and onto the line.”

The knot of anxiety became a solid brick of ice in her stomach. “You can’t be serious. I'm not a pilot, Rook!”

Rook didn’t answer, he broke into a quick jog after them leaving Hailey to stand in the middle of the RD bay with her mouth agape. Half a second later she was running after him, hobbling slightly as her knee continued to cry at the intensity of the day.

A day that was far from over.

[yhwhrulz]

Charles Spurgeon's "Faith's Checkbook" Devotional for January 10

“ Divine Recompense ”

Proverbs 11:25

If I carefully consider others, God will consider me, and in some way or other He will recompense me. Let me consider the poor, and the LORD will consider me. Let me look after little children, and the LORD will treat me as His child. Let me feed His flock, and He will feed me. Let me water His garden, and He will make a watered garden of my soul. This is the LORD’s own promise; be it mine to fulfill the condition and then to expect its fulfillment.

I may care about myself till I grow morbid; I may watch over my own feelings till I feel nothing; and I may lament my own weakness till I grow almost too weak to lament. It will be far more profitable for me to become unselfish and out of love to my LORD Jesus begin to care for the souls of those around me. My tank is getting very low; no fresh rain comes to fill it; what shall l dot I will pull up the plug and let its contents run out to water the withering plants around me. What do I see? My cistern seems to fill as it flows. A secret spring is at work. While all was stagnant, the fresh spring was sealed; but as my stock Rows out to water others the LORD thinketh upon me. Hallelujah!

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[theoryofweirdness]

1. Not really

2. Either A Link to the Past or the Oracle duology collectively.

3. Skyward Sword. I just love how she and Link are such good friends. Though Spirit Tracks is a very close second, since that's the game where Zelda has the most actual screentime.

4. That I've played? Probably Breath of the Wild. Unpopular opinion, I know. It's pretty and all, but there's only like eight unique items in the game (counting the Runes), and only like 12 unique enemies. It's a huge world that can be fun to explore, but everything just gets really samey after a while. Plus the story sucks.

5. Three-way tie between Twilight Princess, Skyward Sword, and Wind Waker, with Ocarina of Time as a close second.

6. Adventure of Link. I've heard the horror stories.

7. Jabu-Jabu's Belly from OoT because it's just such a unique setting (the OoA version is technically the same, but it's both way more annoying and also doesn't feel as much like the actual insides of a creature); Stone Tower from MM because its main puzzle mechanic is just so creative; Goron Mines, Arbiter's Grounds, and Snowpeak Ruins from TP because they feel like actual locations with a specific in-universe purpose rather than just "random place full of monsters and treasure;" the Temple of the Ocean King and Tower of Spirits because I really like the "central superdungeon" idea (honestly don't know why TotOK is so hated; reach new item unlocks shortcuts, so it's not like you have to do the same thing every time); both of the timeshifted dungeons in SS (Lanayru Mining Facility and the Sandship) because I love that mechanic (and also for the same reason as the TP ones; Ancient Cistern from SS because I really like the sharp contrast between the bright and airy "upper world" and the dark, zombie-filled "underworld;" Sky Keep from SS because it ties together everything from all the other dungeons with a very challenging and fun puzzle mechanic. Basically I just think SS had top-tier dungeon design.

8. The Oracle duology, hands-down.

9. The postman from Twilight Princess. I don't know why everyone hates on Navi when this guy exists. WHY IN THE NAME OF DIN CAN'T I SKIP HIM?!!?!

10. Beetle from SS, Magnet Gloves from OoS, Bombchu and Hammer from PH, Ball and Chain from TP, and Double Clawshots from TP/SS.

11. Wind Waker. It's where he's got the most actual character.

12. Probably Twilight Princess. It's the first one I played through entirely on my own.

13. Overall? Much as I dislike the rest of BotW, I can't argue that its character design is top-notch. After that, it's a tie between Skyward Sword and Twilight Princess.

14. As in, which one do I prefer? That depends entirely on context. Design-wise, the Gilded Sword takes the cake, but Biggoron's Sword is probably the most satisfying given that it's the reward for such a difficult side quest, and the Master Sword of course has so much lore tied to it that it's practically another character…then Skyward Sword made that literally true.

15. If Skyloft counts, then that. Otherwise… hmm… the Temple of Time is cool, since it's one of the few constant locations that ties multiple games together.

16. Lorule because it answers the interesting worldbuilding question of "what happens if the Triforce is destroyed?"; the Great Sea because it's somehow exactly the right balance between full and empty to not be boring but still feel like a vast ocean; and New Hyrule because it's just so satisfying to ride the train around (plus that song slaps).

17. Probably Twilight Princess or Majora's Mask

18. Also Twilight Princess or Majora's Mask

19. Twilight Princess or Majora's Mask (three in a row!)

20. Too hard to pick. Not the Switch ones though… for the others, it just depends on which one I'm feeling nostalgic for at the moment.

21. Breath of the Wild

22. So hard to choose… OoT/MM is classic and has a spectacular three-game-spanning arc, but TP, SS, TWW/PH, and ST have so much more personality within their own games.

23. Spiritual Stones. They look the coolest.

24. Either A Link to the Past or A Link Between Worlds. Those had the biggest inventories. Though the Oracle games also both have a pretty unique lineup. TP's are cool but too many of them are sadly underused.

25. Tie between Midna and Spirit Zelda (ST) because they participate the most in the story and actively help Link out instead of just being lore dumps, with Ezlo in second and Tatl in third.

26. Oracle duology collectively, with TMC as a very close second.

27. Probably A Link Between Worlds.

28. The Wind Waker. We need more games where Link actually has a family.

29. Depends entirely on the game

30. That's a hard one… Ballad of the Goddess from SS and themes from both TWW and TP are all very good, but I'd probably go with TWW or SS since those themes are actually incorporated into the game itself instead of just being background music.

31. Jabu-Jabu's Belly from OoA, Sword and Shield Maze from OoS, Ganon's Tower from ALttP, or Eagle's Tower from LA. Those ones are brutal. Though I would say that Mermaid's Cave from OoA is the most annoying with constantly having to go in and out and no easy means of doing so.

32. Probably BotW/TotK. Much as I dislike their gameplay, the map design is top-notch and looks the most like an actual fleshed-out world.

33. Depends. I like when the two are mixed, like in SS.

34. Moldorm in ALttP. He appears in ALBW and LA as well, but is more reasonable in both. Other contenders are Ghirahim III and Demise from SS, Evil Eagle and Dodongo Snakes II from LA, Mothula and Ganon from ALttP, and Knucklemaster and Yuganon from ALBW.

35. Demise from SS, Ganon from ALttP, Yuganon from ALBW, Majora from MM (without the Fierce Deity Mask)

36. Skyward Sword. It filled in a lot of worldbuilding holes. Though LA was also pretty good with the whole dream world thing.

37. Assuming we're talking about normal enemies and not bosses/minibosses… Technoblins from SS are pretty annoying. So are the flying tiles from ALttP, especially in that one room where you can't just cheese them by staying in the doorway, but even with that, it's still really irritating to have to just stand there until they're finished.

38. Dead Hand from OoT

39. ALBW or SS. Maybe TWW.

40. The stupid motorcycle in BotW. And also the Sheikah Slate. Really just everything from there (and TotK) that looks like modern technology. It breaks the fantasy too hard.

41. Song of Healing because it's so moving, and Song of Storms and Saria's Song because I can play them.

42. Bunny Hood. It's the most useful one.

43. In original MM, Zora, because the swimming mechanics are so satisfying. In MM3D, I don't know… the Zora isn't as satisfying, but the other four (counting the Giant's Mask) are pretty much the same.

44. Biggoron's Sword trading sequence from OoT and Gratitude Crystals from SS. The latter is the only one I've never finished, thanks to that stupid harp minigame.

45. Also Biggoron's Sword from OoT, or Maiamais from ALBW. They have the most satisfying rewards and also aren't super annoying.

46. OoT 3D. The dungeon redesigns were AMAZING. It was like a whole entire new game.

47. Skyward Sword

48. I like all of them.

49. Depends on the game, they all have different stuff. Plus they all have different numbers of bottles, which makes the storage capacity more or less valuable of a commodity.

50. OoT Mirror Shield or SS Hylian Shield

🌟 TLOZ asks 🌟

1. Is there a Zelda game(s) that you associate with each season or time of year?

2. Favourite 2D title?

3. Favourite incarnation of Zelda?

4. Least favourite entry in the series?

5. Favourite LOZ soundtrack?

6. Is there a Zelda game that intimidates you/looks too hard?

7. Favourite dungeons?

8. Most underrated Zelda game?

9. Least favourite character in the series?

10. Favourite item?

11. Favourite Ganon characterization?

12. Which Zelda game has the most sentimental value to you?

13. What Zelda game, in your opinion, has the best character design?

14. Master Sword, the Four Sword, Great Fairy's Sword, the Koholint Sword, or the Biggoron Sword?

15. Favourite location within Hyrule?

16. Favourite location outside of/parallel to Hyrule (Termina, Lorule, Holodrum, Subrosia, the Dark World, Labrynna, the Great Sea, etc)?

17. Most atmospheric game?

18. Which Zelda game feels most mature to you?

19. Which Zelda game has the darkest story to you?

20. Favourite 3D title?

21. Prettiest Zelda game?

22. Favourite incarnation of Link?

23. The Pendants of Virtue, the Spiritual Stones, or the Goddess Pearls?

24. Game with most impressive/useful lineup of items?

25. Favourite companion (Midna, Ezlo, Navi, etc)?

26. Favourite handheld title?

27. Game with the best title (Breath of the Wild, Twilight Princess, Link's Awakening, etc)?

28. Most wholesome Zelda game?

29. Favourite item to use (aside from the sword & shield)?

30. Favourite title theme from a Zelda game?

31. Hardest dungeon played?

32. Game with the best map design?

33. Do you prefer puzzles or combat?

34. Game with the hardest boss?

35. Game with the hardest final boss?

36. Which game had the most engaging story, in your opinion?

37. Least favourite enemy?

38. Creepiest enemy?

39. Which Zelda game, in your opinion, had the most satisfying ending?

40. Most out-of-place thing in the series?

41. Favourite ocarina song?

42. Favourite non-transformation mask from Majora's Mask?

43. Favourite transformation mask from Majora's Mask?

44. Hardest sidequest in the series?

45. Best sidequest in the series?

46. Favourite remake/remaster (Ocarina of Time 3D, The Wind Waker HD, Link's Awakening for the Switch)?

47. Most fulfilling Zelda game?

48. Favourite graphical style within the games (cel-shading, realistic, 16-bit, etc)?

49. Favourite thing to keep in a bottle?

50. Favourite shield?

[bosphorus-dinner-cruise-istanbul]

Istanbul: The City Where East Meets West

Istanbul, the largest city in Turkey and one of the most iconic destinations in the world, is a city of fascinating contrasts. Straddling two continents, Europe and Asia, Istanbul serves as a bridge between cultures, histories, and traditions. Its rich past, vibrant present, and promising future make it an alluring destination for travelers and history enthusiasts alike.

A City Steeped in History

Istanbul’s history spans over 2,500 years, and its significance cannot be overstated. It was originally founded as Byzantium around 660 BCE by Greek settlers. Later, in 330 CE, it was renamed Constantinople by Emperor Constantine the Great, who declared it the capital of the Roman Empire. As the seat of the Byzantine Empire and later the Ottoman Empire, Istanbul played a central role in shaping the political, cultural, and religious landscapes of its time.

In 1453, Sultan Mehmed II conquered Constantinople, marking the end of the Byzantine Empire and the rise of the Ottoman Empire. Renamed Istanbul, the city flourished under Ottoman rule, becoming a hub for trade, art, and science.

Today, Istanbul is a melting pot of ancient civilizations and modern dynamism, where historic landmarks coexist with bustling markets, trendy cafes, and modern skyscrapers.

Iconic Landmarks

Istanbul is home to countless landmarks that reflect its diverse heritage. Some of the must-visit sites include:

Hagia Sophia Originally built as a Christian cathedral in 537 CE, Hagia Sophia is an architectural marvel and a UNESCO World Heritage Site. Converted into a mosque after the Ottoman conquest and later into a museum, it reopened as a mosque in 2020. Its massive dome, intricate mosaics, and spiritual ambiance leave visitors in awe.

Topkapi Palace Once the residence of Ottoman sultans, Topkapi Palace is a stunning example of Ottoman architecture and a treasure trove of artifacts. Highlights include the Imperial Treasury, the Harem, and breathtaking views of the Bosphorus Strait.

Blue Mosque (Sultan Ahmed Mosque) Famous for its six minarets and dazzling blue tiles, the Blue Mosque is a masterpiece of Ottoman design. It remains an active place of worship and a symbol of Istanbul’s Islamic heritage.

Basilica Cistern This underground reservoir, built during the Byzantine era, showcases remarkable engineering. Its rows of columns and tranquil ambiance make it a unique experience.

Grand Bazaar One of the largest and oldest covered markets in the world, the Grand Bazaar is a shopper’s paradise with over 4,000 shops selling everything from jewelry and textiles to spices and souvenirs.

Galata Tower Offering panoramic views of the city, Galata Tower is a medieval structure that has stood the test of time. It is especially enchanting at sunset.

The Bosphorus: The Lifeline of Istanbul

The Bosphorus Strait, dividing Europe and Asia, is the heart and soul of Istanbul. This iconic waterway has not only been a critical trade route but also a source of inspiration for countless poets and artists. A Bosphorus cruise offers breathtaking views of Istanbul’s skyline, Ottoman palaces, and waterfront mansions.

Along the shores, neighborhoods like Ortaköy, Bebek, and Üsküdar charm visitors with their vibrant cafes, historical mosques, and local culture. The Bosphorus is also home to two majestic bridges, the Bosphorus Bridge and the Fatih Sultan Mehmet Bridge, symbolizing the unity between continents.

Cultural Diversity

Istanbul’s unique location at the crossroads of continents has shaped its diverse cultural fabric. The city has been home to various religious communities, including Muslims, Christians, and Jews, whose influences are evident in its architecture, cuisine, and traditions.

The harmonious coexistence of mosques, churches, and synagogues reflects Istanbul’s inclusive spirit. For instance, the Church of St. Anthony of Padua, the Ahrida Synagogue, and numerous mosques stand as testaments to the city’s multicultural heritage.

Gastronomy

Istanbul’s cuisine is as diverse as its history, offering a tantalizing mix of flavors and influences. Some of the must-try dishes include:

Kebabs: From doner to iskender, Istanbul offers some of the best kebabs in Turkey.

Mezes: These small appetizers, served with rakı (anise-flavored liquor), include delights like hummus, haydari, and stuffed grape leaves.

Seafood: Istanbul’s proximity to the Bosphorus means fresh fish is always on the menu. Grilled fish sandwiches at Eminönü are particularly popular.

Baklava: This sweet pastry, made with layers of filo dough, nuts, and syrup, is a heavenly treat.

Turkish Tea and Coffee: No trip to Istanbul is complete without enjoying a cup of tea or traditional Turkish coffee.

Street food is also a big part of the culinary experience, with options like simit (a sesame-covered bread ring), roasted chestnuts, and balik ekmek (fish sandwiches) being local favorites.

Modern Istanbul

While Istanbul is steeped in history, it is also a thriving modern metropolis. Districts like Beyoğlu and Kadıköy are hubs for contemporary art, music, and nightlife. Istiklal Avenue, in the heart of Beyoğlu, is a bustling pedestrian street lined with shops, cafes, and theaters.

On the Asian side, Kadıköy offers a more laid-back vibe, with trendy cafes, boutique shops, and a thriving food scene. The contrast between the historic Sultanahmet area and the modern vibe of neighborhoods like Nişantaşı highlights Istanbul’s dynamic nature.

Festivals and Events

Istanbul hosts numerous festivals and events throughout the year, celebrating its cultural diversity and artistic spirit. Notable events include the Istanbul Biennial, the Istanbul Jazz Festival, and the Tulip Festival in spring, which showcases the city’s iconic tulips.

Challenges and Resilience

Like any major city, Istanbul faces challenges such as urbanization, traffic congestion, and preservation of its historical sites. Despite these, the city continues to thrive, adapting to modernity while preserving its heritage.

Why Visit Istanbul?

Istanbul is more than a destination; it’s an experience. The city’s unparalleled history, stunning architecture, vibrant culture, and warm hospitality make it a place like no other. Whether you’re exploring ancient landmarks, enjoying a meal with a view of the Bosphorus, or immersing yourself in its bustling markets, Istanbul leaves an indelible mark on every visitor.

Conclusion

Istanbul is a city of contrasts and harmony, where the past and present coexist beautifully. Its ability to blend history with modernity, East with West, and tradition with innovation makes it a truly unique destination. A visit to Istanbul is not just a journey through time but also a celebration of culture, diversity, and human ingenuity.

[sarah17-05]

Things To Do At Basilica Cistern

The Basilica Cistern, also known as Yerebatan Sarnıcı, is one of Istanbul’s most fascinating and atmospheric historical sites. Located beneath the city’s streets, this ancient subterranean reservoir offers a unique glimpse into Istanbul's rich past and architectural ingenuity. Here’s a comprehensive guide on what to do at the Basilica Cistern to fully appreciate its grandeur and historical significance:

1. Plan Your Visit

Tickets and Timing

Purchase Tickets: Buy your Basilica Cistern tickets online or at the entrance. Online tickets can help you avoid long lines and ensure entry at your preferred time.

Opening Hours: The Basilica Cistern is typically open daily from 9 AM to 6 PM, with extended hours during peak seasons. Check the official website for the latest hours and any special closures.

Best Time to Visit: Early morning or late afternoon visits are ideal to avoid crowds. The cistern is a popular attraction, so visiting during off-peak hours will offer a more peaceful experience.

Accessibility and Transportation

Getting There: Located in the Sultanahmet district, the Basilica Cistern is easily accessible via tram (Sultanahmet stop) or by walking from other nearby landmarks such as Hagia Sophia and the Blue Mosque.

Parking: Parking in the Sultanahmet area can be challenging. Using public transport or taxis is recommended.

Accessibility: The cistern is accessible to visitors with disabilities. There are ramps and elevators, though the pathways can be uneven and slippery.

2. Explore the Historical and Architectural Features

Architectural Marvel

History: Built during the reign of Emperor Justinian I in the 6th century, the Basilica Cistern was designed to store water for the Great Palace of Constantinople. It is one of the largest of several ancient cisterns lying beneath Istanbul.

Design: The cistern is an impressive feat of engineering with its vast expanse, supported by 336 columns arranged in 12 rows. The columns, many of which are recycled from earlier buildings, are adorned with Corinthian and Ionic capitals.

Columns and Capitals

Medusa Heads: Among the most famous features are the two Medusa heads used as column bases. The origin of these heads remains a mystery, adding to their mystique. One head is positioned sideways, while the other is upside down.

Columns: Marvel at the variety of columns, including those with intricate carvings and others that are plain. Some columns have unique features, such as one with a carved tear-shaped base, believed to symbolize the tears of the people who suffered under tyranny.

The Water Reservoir

Atmosphere: The cistern's cool, dark interior creates a hauntingly beautiful atmosphere. The water, which used to be 1.5 meters deep, is now only a few centimeters deep and often has a reflective surface that enhances the eerie ambiance.

Walking Paths: Wooden walkways and elevated platforms allow visitors to explore the cistern and view the columns from different perspectives. The dim lighting and gentle echo of dripping water add to the atmospheric experience.

3. Engage with the Historical Context

Information Boards and Exhibits

Historical Context: Look for information boards and exhibits that provide context about the cistern’s construction, use, and significance. These displays offer insights into Byzantine engineering and daily life in ancient Constantinople.

Audio Guides: Rent an audio guide for detailed explanations about the cistern’s history, architecture, and notable features. The audio guide provides a deeper understanding of the site and its significance.

Historical Connections

Great Palace: Learn about the Great Palace of Constantinople, which the cistern served. The cistern was part of an extensive network of water storage and distribution systems for the palace and the city.

Byzantine Istanbul: Understand how the Basilica Cistern fits into the broader context of Byzantine Istanbul, including its role in the city’s infrastructure and its significance in the context of Byzantine architecture.

4. Enjoy the Atmosphere and Photography

Atmospheric Experience

Lighting and Reflection: The subtle lighting and reflections on the water create a mystical ambiance. Take time to appreciate the serene and haunting atmosphere of the cistern.

Soundscape: Listen to the gentle dripping of water and the echoing footsteps, which contribute to the cistern’s unique sensory experience.

Photography Tips

Best Angles: Capture the grandeur of the columns and the play of light and shadows on the water. Experiment with different angles to highlight the architectural details and the atmosphere.

Lighting: Use a camera with good low-light capabilities or a tripod for stable shots. Avoid using flash, as it can disturb the ambiance and may not be allowed.

5. Explore Nearby Attractions

Hagia Sophia

Location: A short walk from the Basilica Cistern, Hagia Sophia is an architectural masterpiece with a rich history as a cathedral, mosque, and museum.

Highlights: Explore the stunning dome, mosaics, and minarets. The site offers a comprehensive understanding of Istanbul’s religious and architectural history.

Blue Mosque

Location: Also close by, the Blue Mosque is renowned for its striking blue tiles and impressive architecture.

Highlights: Visit the mosque to admire its grandeur, intricate tile work, and peaceful courtyards. Be mindful of the prayer times and dress code when visiting.

Topkapi Palace

Location: A short tram ride away, Topkapi Palace was the primary residence of the Ottoman sultans.

Highlights: Explore the opulent palace, its extensive gardens, and the Harem section. The palace offers a glimpse into Ottoman imperial life and history.

6. Practical Tips for Visiting

Dress Code

Appropriate Attire: Wear comfortable clothing and sturdy shoes, as the cistern’s floors can be uneven and slippery. While there is no strict dress code for visiting the cistern, modest attire is appreciated in respect for local customs.

Health and Safety

Hydration: Stay hydrated, especially if visiting during warmer months. The cistern is cool, but walking and exploring may still require regular hydration.

Safety: Follow any safety instructions provided by staff. Be cautious on the wooden walkways, as they can be slippery when wet.

Language and Communication

Language: English is widely spoken, and information boards and audio guides are available in multiple languages. However, basic knowledge of Turkish phrases can be helpful and appreciated.

7. Enjoy the Surrounding Area

Sultanahmet District

Dining: Explore the restaurants and cafes in the Sultanahmet area, offering a range of Turkish and international cuisine. Try local specialties such as kebabs, mezes, and baklava.

Shopping: Browse the shops and markets in Sultanahmet for souvenirs, including traditional Turkish crafts, ceramics, and textiles.

Cultural Experience

Local Culture: Immerse yourself in the local culture by interacting with residents and learning about their traditions and daily life. The Sultanahmet district is rich in history and offers a vibrant cultural experience.

Conclusion

A visit to the Basilica Cistern provides a unique opportunity to explore one of Istanbul’s most intriguing historical sites. With its impressive architecture, atmospheric setting, and rich history, the cistern offers a memorable experience that captures the essence of Byzantine engineering and urban infrastructure. By exploring the architectural marvels, engaging with the historical context, and enjoying the atmospheric experience, you can fully appreciate the Basilica Cistern’s significance and beauty. Careful planning, including considering the best times to visit and making use of available guides and resources, will enhance your visit and ensure a rewarding exploration of this remarkable underground wonder.

[steliosagapitos]

~ "One of the biggest challenges Constantinople faced as the Eastern Capital of The Roman Empire was the supply of water for the population. While Rome had multiple aqueducts to bring fresh water into the Ancient Capital... Constantinople only had one The Valens Aqueduct build under emperor Constantius II but finished under Emperor Valens in 368. You see Constantinople was in a peninsula surrounded by sea water and although it provided a natural strategic defensive advantage, it didn't came with its disadvantages... Numerous armies who attacked Constantinople usually would have target the Aqueduct to try to cut the fresh water supply into the city during sieges. So how did the Romans mitigated the situation? Well by building massive and numerous reservoirs of water (Cisterns). Constantinople or Istanbul, has hundreds of subterranean cisterns which are evidence on how crucial this was for the survival of the (Eastern) Roman Empire for over a Millenia. Today we are going briefly over its 3 most popular or main cisterns which are open to the Public as tourist attractions today. The Basilica Cistern: Built under an old Stoa Basilica (hence the name) after the Nika Riots of 532 under the reign of Justinian I but work on the Cistern had already started by 528 and finished as the Prefect Longinus finished rebuilding the Basilica above by 542. It measures around 138 x 65 meters and had the capacity of aprox 80,000 cubic meters of water. It contains 12 rows of 28 columns that are around 9 meters high, Some Spolia from ancient Greek and Roman monuments... Among them you can see within the cistern the famous Medusa Head which is inverted as superstition says it negated the mythological goron's gaze ability to turn people to stone and columns from the Forum of Theodosius can also be found down there. The Cistern of Theodosius: 5th Century cistern built most likely during the reign of Emperor Theodosius II. Measures 24 x 40 meters supported by 32 marble columns with Corinthian capitols (4 rows of 8 columns. The Cistern was supplied by the Valens Aqueduct. The Cistern of Philoxenos: between the Column of Constantine and the Hippodrome of Constantinople (Now the Sultanhamet Square) is the second largest cistern under Istanbul. Cistern that apparently dates somewhere between the 5th and 6th century with a vaulted roof of Roman brick (just like the previous 2) which had the capacity of 40,000 cubic meters of water. It measures 64 x 56 meters and has 224 columns in 14 rows of 16 columns. Today only the top half of the columns can be appreciated as the current floor is higher due to the amount of sediment it collected over the centuries. The original floor level can be seen in a well in the center of the Cistern. It was supplied by the same Valens water line that supplied water to the Cistern of Theodosius and was crucial for Constantinople as it stored and supplied water to a densely populated area of the city as it approached the hippodrome and the Great Palace of Constantinople. The Valens water supply line was the longest one in the known Roman world." ~