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Talbot Matra Rancho Découvrable, 1982. A version of the Simca 1100-based Matra Rancho leisure activity vehicle with a rear cabin that consisted of an open frame and roll-down fabric covers, which could serve as an "open" car during good weather
#Talbot#Talbot Matra Rancho#Talbot Matra Rancho Découvrable#1982#Matra#coachbuilt#leisure activity vehicle#Matra Rancho#high riding#dead brands
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when you're exhausted from work
how the genshin boys react when you're exhausted from work and neglect yourself
character(s): Alhaitham, Cyno
pairing(s): fem!reader x Alhaitham, Cyno (separately)
content: established relationships, clinginess, exhaustion, attempted k1ll1ng, engagement
a/n: omg I'm simply astonished that my last post got so much attention😭 thank you so so so much😭😭 I'd love to hear what you guys would want to see, so feel free to send asks with requests or let me know your thoughts in comments♡
also definitely not writing this 'cause im exhausted, absolutely not :')
another a/n: forgive me if it's just two characters, but I hope the length makes up for it ♡
not proofread!
as always, enjoy! ♡
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Alhaitham
Alhaitham was not one to get worked up over nothing or to be excessively clingy.
Quite the opposite, in fact. He was the type to avoid any kind of unnecessary drama, and knew when to give other people space, as well as taking his own, prioritizing his peace over everything else.
But there were times when he couldn't just watch, and that was one of them.
You had been stuck at the House of Daena for hours on end as of lately, studying your days away, writing paper after paper, resulting in extreme exhaustion, even forgetting to eat and neglecting yourself at times.
And that's exactly what you were doing at the moment, your back hurting from being hunched for so long on the chairs of the House of Daena.
As you stood up to go fetch another book, one of the Akademiya staff members suddenly came up to you, carrying a scroll with them.
«From the Acting Grand Sage, Miss.»
«Oh. Thank you, I'll check it out right away.» they seemed genuinely grateful for the thanks, and you wondered how presumptuous could some people be to not even thank staff members for their work.
You lightly shook your head, directing your attention to the scroll in your hands, wondering what could your boyfriend possibly want, and how important that had to be for it to be written in an Akademiya scroll and have it delivered by a staff member.
You opened it, and to your surprise there were just a few sentences, which told you to go to his office as soon as possible.
You wondered why, but packed your things and took the elevator.
As it reached its final destination, the elevator announced your arrival with a low ding sound, which caught the attention of Alhaitham's secretary.
«Good morning, Darya.» you greeted her, and were met by her usual annoyed look. She wasn't exactly fond of Alhaitham, nor you, for all that mattered.
«Good morning, [name]. Why are you here?» she asked, and you took a shallow breath. You didn't really like her, but brushed her rude tone off.
«Alhaitham wants to see me.» you simply stated, and she looked at you, not even hiding her disapproval, but ultimately nodded, standing up and accompanying you to his door.
She knocked, and you heard your boyfriend inviting her to come inside.
«Acting Grand Sage, [name] is here. She says you wanted to see her.» Alhaitham nodded, not even looking at her, and gestured for her to go away.
You entered his office, and closed the door behind you.
«Did you want to see me, Acting Grand Sage?»
He looked at you upon hearing that title, causing him to huff loudly.
«What? You're the Acting Grand Sage. That's your role, and we agreed to maintain our roles here, didn't we?» you justified yourself, only for him to raise one of his eyebrows.
«Is the charade over, Miss [name]?» he said, making you want to laugh at him for always being so serious.
You sighed, sitting down on one of the chairs in front of his desk, letting all your stuff fall on the floor, not even caring if the papers scattered around, such it was your exhaustion.
He snorted. «Don't be ridiculous, come over here.» he said, beckoning for you to go sit on his lap.
You gladly took the invitation, and rested your head against his toned chest. He softly stroke your back, using his other free hand to keep you from slipping.
You sighed again, letting all your sore muscles relax in his embrace.
«You're exhausting yourself too much, [name]. You shouldn't spend all of your time studying, or you'll end up sick. I can't bear the thought of you falling sick because of exhaustion and the Akademiya..»
You looked at him, surprised at this sudden show of feelings. Your boyfriend was what people would define "stoic", and to his credit, he was, even if with you he would show his sensitive side more.
Even so, this was a first.
You wanted to cry, because he was right, but you felt like the entire Spantamad Darshan weight rested upon your shoulders, like a boulder that made it impossible for you to breathe.
«[name].» he called, trying to shake you from your negative spiraling, but you barely heard him.
«[Name]!» he called louder this time, getting a reaction out of you.
«What?» you started crying, hiding your face in his chest, and letting him hug you as tight as he could, refusing to let go.
«I'm giving you a two weeks leave, [name].» he declared, getting a shocked gasp from you.
«But..but you can't..!»
«Correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm still the Acting Grand Sage, am I not?»
«Yes, but the Spantamad Darshan..» he shut you up with a kiss.
«Fuck them.»
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Cyno
You were running fast. So fast that your lungs were about to explode. But you couldn't stop.
The suspect was about to escape your capture, and, as a member of the Matra, you couldn't let any more people involved with the Canned Knowledge escape capture and conviction.
The suspect was one of the Eremites, which, with his tribe, he had managed to smuggle an enormous quantity of knowledge capsules and sell them to Akademiya scholars.
Since the abandonment of the Akasha system, people were becoming more and more desperate for quick learning: they didn't even remember what it felt like to dip your toes into a subject, to try and fail, and to really exhaust your brain with studying; no, they wanted a quick way to know what they wanted, without putting any effort in.
Hence why you were in such a situation to begin with.
In the last few months more and more cases of canned knowledge leading people to insanity had emerged, forcing the Matra to work even harder to track down whoever was smuggling them into Sumeru City.
The investigation had lasted for at least a month and a half, in which you had been camping in the desert, silently following the tribe, learning their routes and their accomplices.
General Mahamatra Cyno, also your boyfriend, wasn't very fond of you following them around. Not that he didn't trust your abilities, but he knew the extreme lengths you could go to in order to apprehend a suspect. And he knew because he was the one who had taught you them in the first place.
But you were stubborn, so you did it nonetheless.
Today was finally the day you would apprehend them.
«[name].» Cyno called you, distracting you from your schemes.
«Yes, Cyno?» you answered, looking at him. His red eyes looked deep inside yours.
«You will wait for me before starting any operations. You're far too exhausted from following them around all these months.» his demand wasn't up for debate.
«I'm fine Cyno. I swear.» you pledged, trying not to look away from him: you had this bad habit of looking away when telling a lie.
«You're not. I can tell. I know you, angel.»
You sighed. «I am alright, Cyno. Really. If I had any problems, I would tell you. But me and my hydro vision are gonna bring those outlaws to you.»
He sighed in turn, shaking his head.
«Notify me when you're about to apprehend them. I am coming with you, end of discussion. You're dismissed.»
You got out of his office, pissed at him. You would apprehend them without him.
And now, while running for your life, you wished you had listened to Cyno. Your legs were about to give out, and just as you had cornered the head of the tribe, they did.
«Oh, would you look at that. The brave and strong Matra is too tired to get me, huh?» the man towered over you, and you gave him a grim look.
He lifted his scimitar, the sharp edge gleaming with the the harsh desert sun.
«Farewell, Matra scum.» and he struck down.
You closed your eyes, preparing for the end, one last thought going to Cyno, his words ringing in your ears.
«See? I told you.»
Except they weren't in your head, but in your ears.
You could feel it before seeing him: the electricity in the air that made all of your body hair stand up.
The scimitar clashed with Cyno's staff, producing a metallic sound that resonated in the silence of the desert.
«What did I tell you? You shouldn't have gone alone.» he reprimanded you, and you couldn't do anything but agree.
«I'm sorry, General Mahamatra. It won't happen again.» you meekly replied, getting back to your feet.
«Hydro, [name].» he commanded, going full General mode.
You acted fast, using your Hydro vision to create mud, incapacitating the eremite, and rendering him wet.
«I would have brought you to justice..» Cyno started, looking the eremite dead in the eyes. «But no one attempts to kill my queen and lives to tell the tale. Farewell.»
And with a swing of his electrified staff, it was just you and Cyno left.
He rushed to your side, having you lean on him for support.
«What did I tell you, angel? You almost got killed. What would have happened if I hadn't come on time?»
You hugged him tight, and he hugged you back even tighter, as if you were about to disappear at any moment.
«I'm sorry, Cyno. I really am. I exhausted myself because I wanted to prove you and the Matra that I didn't advance in my career just because we're engaged. I should have known better.»
He looked in your eyes, as tears began to slip from yours.
«I don't give a shit what people think of you, and neither should you. They can go fuck themselves, and if any of them has any doubts, I'll gladly arrange a confrontation between you and them, if you wish to prove your worth, or I'll fight them myself, if you so desire. I just want you to be safe and happy, [name].»
You cried your heart out, as he held you close, letting you calm down.
«We're going home now. I am going to take care of you, and you better believe I won't let you get to work until you're no longer exhausted.» he kissed your forehead, and took your hand.
#genshin fanfic#genshin headcanons#genshin fluff#genshin impact#genshin imagines#genshin cyno#cyno x reader#cyno x y/n#cyno x you#genshin alhaitham#alhaitham#alhaitham genshin#alhaitham imagines#acting grand sage#general mahamatra#matra#sumeru akademiya#spantamad darshan
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Present for the servant of Lathander 🌱☀️
A bunch of Amento sketches! The first picture is a memory from our first session when Amento gave a flower to our paladin Matra. Amento is my wooden doll druid which I play in our Curse of Strahd Campaign. He’s shy and kind young boy who doesn’t remember anything about his past life before meeting his druid master Vladislava. She taught him the basics of druidic secrets and proved him that “everything is alive”, by growing a little sprout on his head.
Unfortunately, a year later Vladislava disappeared leaving behind her cape and hat that Amento now wears while looking for her. Under the cape he wears Vistani clothes - although he can’t remember how he got them or where.
I also have a cantrip called primal savagery that makes the druid grow fangs and claws that they can attack with, and I like to think that Amento turns pretty scary-looking when using it. He bit a chunk out of zombie’s butt in the last session so I guess the cantrip works well.
#amento#wooden doll#mannequin#reborn#druid#matra#human#paladin#lathander#vladislava#vistani#dnd#dungeons and dragons#dnd 5e#curse of strahd#strahd#my art#art#artists on tumblr#leenalecklin#leena lecklin
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The Palmen Barnfind Collection !
The incredible trove, which comprises no less than 230 classic cars, was amassed over a period of 40 years by Dutch collector Ad Palmen.
Mr Palmen worked as a car dealer in the Netherlands in the mid-1960s before eventually starting his own collection with a yellow Lancia B20. He stored his ever-expanding hoard in three separate locations—two warehouses and a church—away from the prying eyes of the curious (and other auto enthusiasts).
It was only when Palmen became ill with dementia late last year that his executors came across what is now considered one of the best-kept secret collections in Europe.
Hailing from marques the world over, the rarities illustrate Palmen’s refined taste and discerning eye. The haul includes coved classics from Italy (Alfa Romeo, Lancia, Maserati, and Ferrari), France (Facel Vega), Germany (BMW, Mercedes-Benz, and NSU), the UK (Jaguar, Aston Martin, and Rolls-Royce), and America (Chevrolet, Cadillac, and Ford).
There are rides from more obscure nameplates on offer, too, such as Tatra, Monica, Moretti, Matra, Alvis, Imperia, and Villard.
Courtesy: Gallery Aaldering
#art#design#cars#luxurycars#vintagecars#collection#barnfind#ad palmen#zombilenium#abandoned cars#abandoned car#abandoned#Consumerism#secret#alfa romeo#lancia#matra#maserati#ferrari#facel vega#jaguar#rolls-royce#tatra#ford#alvis#gallery aaldering#germany#urbexeurope#urbex germany#urbex supreme
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Minitel (Prototypes)
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Judgement⚡️
A story based off Cyno’s thunderstorm voice line.
Mentor!Cyno x you
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The wind howled as it dragged a cold chill over the city of Sumeru. The days were long working in the matra, so you decided not to let the threat of a storm disrupt your peaceful journey home. Every day you revelled in the sights. On the face of things, the city never changed. But, when you really looked, it was never stagnant. A different story in every corner, in every second, in every person that passed by. You watched as you walked, soaking in the city. You saw a man skulking near some stalls. He was staring at a sack of fruit, like a lion hunting its prey. You watched him lick his chapped lips before forcing himself to look away. His movement revealed his sunken cheeks. You began rooting through your pockets for some mora to buy him a hot meal.
“HEY!” You dropped a few coins as you whipped your head up in the direction of the shout.
You ran to the stall to find that you were too late. The hungry man had tried to take the sack of fruit for himself but the stall owner caught him. Unfortunately merchant seemed to have little patience as the weakened man was already on the ground and the fruit rolling loosely all around him rendering it unsellable, yet the merchant seemed to be blind to that.
“What is going on here?” You brought out your matra voice.
The stall merchant grabbed the man by the shirt and yanked him up to stand in front of you.
“I caught this no-good scoundrel stealing a bag of fruit from my stall.” He stated gruffly.
“Really? Because I just saw you hurting an unarmed man who is clearly starving.” You gave him a pointed look whilst putting an hand on your hip.
“I don’t care if he’s starving. He stole from me and if you don’t take him into custody, I will report you to your General.” His spit landed on your cheek as he threatened you.
You stood for a moment, thinking over the merchant’s words. You had recently had multiple complaints over your attitude, and you were on your final warning. You looked over, at the starving man hanging weakly from his grip. His sullen eyes looked broken. You knew you would be dooming him if you took him. He was too weak for lock up. But was this stranger worth your future in the matra?
“Fine. I’ll take him.” You grimaced at the starving man’s silent cries as pulled him away, back in the direction of the headquarters. He was deadweight as you dragged him along. As you walked, sky became darker until a bolt of lightning ripped a new contrast.
“In some legends, thunderbolts are a form of judgment from the gods above.” A voice interrupted your walk, just as you were about to round a corner. You turned slowly, recognising the gentle authority of Cyno’s voice.
“Relax.” You paused until you rounded the corner. “I couldn’t get another complaint.” You admitted before letting go of the starving mans arms and turning your back to him. Cyno smirked, understanding you, then turned his own head aside. Silence fell for a moment, then you finally heard the sound of scuffled footsteps running away from you.
“That was interestingly handled.” Your General looked down upon you, with a scrutinising look. “But I’m proud of you. You might not have done it by the book, but managed to find a way to resolve a near impossible situation without making a fuss or getting a complaint. Well done.” Your heart swelled with pride as he slapped his hand on your shoulder. “I’ll make a another me out of you yet. You’re just missing the comedy genius aspect.” He always knew how to ruin a nice moment.
“Well I better get looking for a new mentor then, because I certainly won’t learn comedy from you…”
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Thank you for reading 🫶
#genshin impact#x reader#genshin x reader#genshin fanfic#genshin fluff#genshin x you#teyvat#writing#cyno#cyno x reader#genshin cyno#cyno x you#cyno fluff#mentor cyno#comedian cyno#light angst#matra#sumeru#general cyno
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1976 USGP 🦅 Watkins Glen 🏁 international
Jacques Laffite 🇫🇷
Ligier Matra JS5
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The banshee-ass noises I made when Cyno did this--
#genshin impact#cyno story quest#cutscene#why all the sumeru quests gotta be soul crushing#cyno#matra#general mahamatra#lumine#cyno x lumine#cyno x traveller
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Paul Bracq, Matra M530 Alligator concept sketches, c. 1968.
#technology#automotive#concept car#concept art#Paul Bracq#Matra#M530 Alligator#Brissonneau & Lotz#France#1968
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Matra Simca Bagheera brochure, 1974. A mid-rear engined sports car built by Matra for Simca/Chrysler Europe using the transverse drivetrain from the Simca 1100 moved to the rear wheels. The Bagheera's USP was the 3-seat configuration with the driver on the left. There was a sexist French joke that claimed the car was designed so that driver would have space for both his wife and his mistress.
#Matra#Matra Simca Bagheera#1974#brochure#Chrysler Europe#mid-rear engine#3 seater#sports car#coachbuilt#dead brands#1970s
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Matra Bagheera U8 1973. - source Garage International Auto Ivry via Rétro Passion Automobiles.
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