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Galactik Football Sticker Album translated to English

DISCOVER NEW GIFT SUPRISES! IN GALACTIK FOOTBALL PRODUCTS!

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Galactik Football is a story about a futuristic football team - the Snow Kids. They play for their planet Akillian and try to win the Galactik Football Cup with the help of the mysterious energy The Flux. For this prestigious reward they will have to fight against the teams: Wambad, Shadows, Pirates, Technoids, Rykers and many others. Watch this amazing adventure on TV Ultra!

D'Jok is a fantastic player of Galactik Football. His wish is to become the main attacker of the akillian team. His main asset is unbelievable strength. The flux is going to strengthen this advantage and make sure that his shot reached heights which Galactik Football hasn't yet seen. In the start he will struggle to control this unbelievable strength, but when he gets a hold of it,he will be recruited(?) by all the main GF clubs

Because D'jok doesn't know anything about his past (Maya, the woman who adopted him promised the boy's real mother that she would never tell him the truth), he came to the conclusion that his future is miraculous. This belief makes him different and gives him an unusual charisma. However, this also makes him very independent, so doesn't have a single friend, aside from Micro-ice. D'jok's problems with communication are especially obvious when it comes to Rocket, the team's captain. As time passes, D'jok sees and treasures Rocket's worth.

Rocket is an amazingly good passer and his passes are perfectly precise. This preciseness is useful not only in passing, but is also a fantastic advantage in free kicks. Unlike D'jok who has a strong shot, Rocket is more subtle and his use of the flux is seen through, thus unseen in football, controlling of the trajectory of the ball: an incredible backwards shot and in zigzag

Rocket is Aarch's nephew and a big fan of his uncle as a GF player. However, Rocket's father cannot forgive him because he didn't stay on Akillian after the glaciation. From the moment he joins school, Rocket won't rest until he proves to his father that he's up to the task. That's why he constantly puts pressure on himself. That uprightness of his irritates others in the start. But Rocket will gradually learn how to guide others: he will earn his spot on the field and become the captain of the Snow Kids

On the GF field Tia is very skilled in avoiding opponents. Her play with the help of the flux will undergo an incredible transformation. Her dribbling will become real acrobatics. She can jump multiple metres in the air, with the ball on her leg, before she shoots. Because she masters the flux earlier than the others, she will be the first player to be targeted by the other teams. Tia's biggest wish is to explore the galaxy and meet other people. That's why, when opportunity knocked on her door, Tia immediately accepted the adventure named Galactik Football.

However, her wishes aren't fulfilled easily because of her paralyzing shyness. This contradiction in her behavior is clearly shown in her love of filming: she can't be away from her holo-camera. She will need time to open up to the other Snow Kids, but the moment she does that, she will show a lot of warmth, especially when diplomatically solving problems with her coplayers.

They gave Ahito the nickname "the sleeping goal". It often looks like he's sleeping, leaning on the goal post, but in a second he can jump and and stop the ball, to everyone's suprise, before he sits back down like nothing happened. Ahito is a fantastic goalman, even if his head's in the clouds

On the planet Akillian 15 years earlier there was a big explosion. The consequences were catastrophic: the temperature dropped so much that everything on the planet began to freeze. Giant snowstorms started which destroyed a part of the main town/city, Arkadia, and life there became impossible. Today this ghostly town serves as protection from the icy winds that ravage the planet.

The Shadows have humanoid bodies which under the influence of the flux become partly gaseous. With these bodies they skillfully control the ball. Masterful control of the flux and their experience in the past wars make them one of the most frightening groups in the Flux society

The name "pirates" describes a group of people(races?) and planets in the nebulae Shiloe. They are located on the edge of the Zaelion galaxy and outside of the reach of the jurisdiction and control of the Flux society. Its inhabitants are of varied background. Those are often communities who ran from the wars and mixed with the local people. That's how mixed mutant races came to be. Humanoids are the majority. The nebulae Shiloe is organized as a confederation of guilds(?) which allows a lot of freedom to it's members. This chaotic region is a shelter for all outlaws, traitors(?) and the self-interested of that galaxy, and that's why they got their name: Pirates

Technoid is a big commercial and technological collective. In the past years they "ate" their competition and became the dominant political and economical power on a lot if planets where they use (negative) the natural resources. Technoid is run by a group of administrators, of which the most influential is Bleylock.

Rykers are mutants who were forced to adapt to the harsh conditions of their planet Unadar, which is very industrially polluted. Bio-mechanic humanoid hybrids, the rykers show endurance, agility and aggressiveness.

Wambas are a peaceful and wise race. They love to play and that's where their passion for galactik football comes from. They are experienced, fast, and have a good, sometimes cynical, sense of humor. Even if they are uninterested in technology, they developed their own unique science in harmony with the nature of their planet Wamba, which is covered in jungles and forests.

-Genesis stadium is a gigantic spaceship which was created by the League for the main competition in galactik football which is transmitted throughout the entire galaxy. The stadium is in the centre of the spaceship, in which there is also an entire town/city which serves to host teams and their helpers, as well as a couple thousands of fierce fans. All players of galactik football dream of playing in the main stadium one day and hearing the public shouting their name. Likewise it's the dream of every person in the galaxy to save enough money to be able to spwnd a vacation at the Genesis stadium and watch the GF finale live! Genesis stadium has 24 public astro-ports which can host 500,000 people daily, and 88 private landing fields which are open 24 hours a day. 6 interconnected control towers continuously monitor traffic around Genesis. The circular stadium can host 800,000 people. On the giant monitor the match is shown for the viewers who are sitting far from the field, so nobody misses even a second of play. Genesis stadium has absolutely everything - giant amusement parks, one-day daycares for kids, camp of settlements, even a forest with a lake. There sre hundreds of hotels and every guest enjoys the biggest comfort in the entire galaxy.

The Flux will increase his resilience and acrobatic skills to an enviable level. Ahito is calm, he never gets angry. Under the excuse of having to meditate, he often falls asleep wherever he is. In fact, he spends most of his time sleeping. Despite that, he is one of the most dynamic players on the field and he is a top megnetboard driver

The hard-working Mei will play in defense, where she can show off her attacking abilities. There is no equal to her in the ability to take the ball away from the opponent while they are handling it. However, this defensive position is not particularly exciting for her. She dreams of the day when she will move to attack, because she considers that position to be prestigious. That's why she will do everything to get to it

Mei's mother pressures her to be the best and most beautiful. As a result Mei is extremely confident. She is very ambitious and her clothes are always impeccable. She acts like a star and nothing will stop her on her way. Will Mei be able to break away from her mother and become a little more... human?

Thran is extremely sharp and tenacious in defense, and his strongest asset is that he never lets his opponent go. Thran, who is very rational, does not understand the Flux or how it works, but tries to adapt to it. Thanks to the Flux, Thran gradually develops quick reflexes and intuition, which he mainly uses when his brother falls asleep on the goal.

Lively and inquisitive by nature, Thran becomes even more lively when he starts talking about systems and inventions. He often finds a solution thanks to his knowledge of technology. Thran is very diligent and interested in trainings. He enjoys researching how Clamp's machines work. He is fascinated by statistics and can draw a large number of players from memory, as well as recall their play.

Micro-Ice's game reflects his lifestyle. He developed incredible speed, now he just needs to remember to take the ball with him. He had a bad habit of making fun of opponents on the field, which always led to conflicts during the game. He will have the hardest time of all to accept the Flux in himself. Due to its timid nature, it will be difficult for him to bear the change in his body. However, once he's mastered it, he'll be full of enthusiasm and faster than most players on other teams. Micro-Ice is the funniest member of our little group.

A bit cocky but well-intentioned, he's like a school clown of Aarch college who relieves stressful situations. He learned to get by in life on his own with various tactics... and frequent chatter! Once he starts babbling, it's hard to stop him, which gets him into awkward situations at the best of times. His lack of attention makes it difficult for him to embrace the discipline of teamwork, but his adventures in galactik football will give him a great opportunity to grow up…

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WHOO THAT'S ALL! idk if the picture order is messed up, but u can see the page numbers so it doesn't really matter (the pages are supposed to be SPORT -> LIFESTYLE and are translated as such)

Sorry these aren't scanned but i don't own a scanner and can't go anywhere for one so if you want a closeup or better quality of something just ask and I'll post a better pic of it for u :3

Also theres a lot of grammar and spelling mistakes here which i fixed for easier reading (like misspelling the literal series name ...) so keep that in mind

ALSO!!! The pirates section gives weight to my headcanon that most of the Pirates (team) aren't fully human. I knew they were too tall !!! Those bitches are part alien under those masks and i KNOW IT!!!

#galactik football #translation #merch #the snow kids #the shadows #the pirates #the rykers #technoid #the wambas #d'jok #rocket #Tia #mei #micro ice #micro-ice #thran #ahito #long post

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anaveragebibliophile · 2 years

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Thranduil x OC x Baby!Legolas

Summary: In celebration of the Enderi season, Queen Älva and King Thranduil host a feast for all of their friends, hobbits and dwarves alike. Come along and figure out how their paths collided, what preconceived notions are still lingering, and why they continue to love one another so unconditionally.

“Darling, I am so delighted that we get to host the dwarves in celebration of the Enderi season,” Älva, the Queen of Mirkwood, said. “I have a strong inkling that they are going to revel in its incomparable history and exquisite food. What’s more, they will get to see how Legolas has grown. Oh, what a wonderful day this will be.”

King Thranduil, sitting atop their bed with their son sleeping in his arms, smiled in response to his wife’s unfiltered, unabashed joy. “I, too, am delighted, sweetheart. The dwarves and I have truly become the best of friends. I regret those years where we were nothing but cool towards one another. Without a doubt, I have enjoyed their company tremendously.”

It was no secret that the king and the dwarves–King Thorin Oakenshield in particular–didn’t get along for centuries. While the King of Mirkwood believed his adversaries to be nothing but corrupt and blind with a golden greed, the Dwarves of Erebor believed King Thranduil to be wicked, vile, haughty, and severely entitled to assets and properties that weren’t his to begin with. Exhibit A, The Lonely Mountain. With those stereotypes perpetuated over the years, they could do nothing more but fight, argue, and continue to allow the distrust to fester. That is, until she came into the picture.

Älva, a simple she-elf of Rivendell, ended up connecting with the dwarves first. On a mission to reclaim their long-lost kingdom, she decided to accompany them after they witnessed her archery skills against Bolg in Lake Town. Practically begging her to tag along on their journey, she found it very difficult to say no. In all honesty, how could she say no to those sweet faces?

She hadn’t met Thran until they ended up cornered in the Mirkwood Forest a few weeks later. Unfortunately, they had gotten lost but still believed that they could withstand an army of thousands of trained, angry, and lethal elven soldiers. Let’s just say that that was Kili’s idea, not anyone else’s. Maybe Thorin’s too, if we’re going to be honest here. Yet, that ended pretty quickly when they realized how unmatched they were in the grand scheme of things.

As luck would have it, Älva managed to convince the king to let them go free. She was quite persuasive, he would say years down the line. Not only that, but she was just gorgeous–long, curly, honey blonde hair with big, round, teal eyes. And a dimpled smile that just took his breath away. He couldn’t bare to see that woman shed a single tear or pout in dissatisfaction. At that point, he knew he was a goner.

A few years later, they married with a lavish ceremony in Mirkwood. It took a long time for Älva to convince her husband-to-be to invite some of her longtime comrades. Even after the Battle of the Five Armies had ceased, tensions remained high. King Thranduil wasn’t quite ready to forgive nor forget what happened at the mountain just yet. However, Älva usually got what she wanted, and this time remained no different. One kiss and he was saying yes to everything under the sun. Consequently, they were invited. But it all seemed to work out.

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“Your Majesties, King Thorin is here with Master Baggins and his comrades. They await your presence in the throne room,” Tauriel said, smiling widely upon receiving entry into the chambers of her king and queen.

Cradling her son in her arms and snuggling him into her chest, the queen responded. “Thank you very much, Tauriel. We will be down shortly.”

Bowing in turn, the Captain of the Guard exited.

“Do we have everything, my love?” Thran asked, his upper lip curving at his two most favorite people in all of Middle Earth.

“I believe so. If you could just grab this little leaf’s blanket, then we should be ready for the celebration to commence.”

Quickly grabbing his son’s blanket from the ivory rocking chair near the window, he placed a hand on his wife’s back and guided her towards the throne room where their guests awaited.

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As Thran and Älva walked into the regal, authoritative space that perpetually demanded most of their attention as governors of this fine kingdom, they were splendidly surprised to find that it no longer felt that way. Probably because several grinning baffoons were joking amongst themselves, laughing, and hugging each other in spite of all the soldiers keeping prudent, acute eyes on them all. In their minds, a possible shot to the leg would do nothing to inhibit this reunion.

It was Bilbo who noticed them approaching first.

“Everyone,” he started, “calm down. They’re here. Oh, and they’ve brought the elfling, so you must stop the nonsense.”

“Hello to you as well, Bilbo,” Älva said. “I can assure you that this little guy won’t make a fuss. He sleeps through quite a bit. When he’s ready to wake up, he will.”

At that, Legolas, wrapped up against his mother’s chest, peeked one eye open only to close it again. Obviously, he was still tired and determined to get some much needed rest. Not even this boisterous group was going to stop him.

While their little leaf was resting, Thorin and Thran shook hands, Älva stepping in after to give him a quick hug. While she was wrapped around his chest, Erebor’s king was able to take a long look at the little elf that had everyone wrapped around his finger, including him.

“Älva, Thranduil, he’s gotten so much bigger,” Thorin interjected, slowly moving his thumb across Legolas’ head, making him smile softly in his sleep. “What a handsome young prince. He definitely takes after his father.”

“Thank you, Thorin. What a kind thing to say.”

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Dinner was quite a lively experience. On the menu was a delicious turtle soup, paired with superb elven bread and feywine. And it definitely didn’t disappoint. Even Bilbo, who preferred mini quiches and hobbit hash, was raving about the dish and all of the sides.

“This is exceptional. May I please have the recipe?” he asked through a spoonful of soup.

Thranduil smiled. “Of course, Master Baggins. I will let the kitchen know to send you home with a card that has all the soup’s ingredients written on it.”

Quickly, though, the hobbit’s response was interrupted with a giggle from the king and queen’s son.

“It appears someone’s awake,” the king said, grinning and moving out of his chair to go kneel next to his wife’s.

Legolas, bundled against his mother in a wrap and his blanket, was playing with her long braid and was continuously amused by her attempts to swing it back and forth like a pendulum. It was so hysterical to him, this vacillation of sorts.

“We just have been playing, haven’t we little one?” his wife queried, subsequently kissing her son’s forehead.

Suddenly, her forehead pinched in thought.

“Would you like to have some time with him, Thran? I’m sorry, I should have asked earlier.”

Frowning, he responded. “Don’t apologize. Never apologize. You may have as much time as you wish. He’s our child, not just mine.”

“Ada! Ada! A-A-Ada!” Legolas shouted, his little body trying to wiggle around to see one of his favorite people.

“It’s okay, buddy. I’ll get you to Ada.”

Pulling him out of his wrap and passing him over to her husband, Älva watched as Legolas snuggled his head into Thran’s neck, getting himself comfortable for the foreseeable future. She also noticed, not for the first time and certainly not for the last, how attentive that man was to their child. He rubbed his back, adjusted his positioning to make him feel safe and loved, and repeatedly kissed his teeny-tiny cheeks, making the elfling giggle and try his hardest to emulate him.

But she wasn’t the only one that noticed this display.

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He was the one to bring it up while they sat side-by-side on the conference room’s balcony. It was just the two of them. Thranduil had gone to put Legolas to bed. He loved bathing him and singing him to sleep. He hadn’t missed out on that special part of the day yet–even when political matters came calling–and didn’t plan on ever starting.

“He’s such a fantastic father, Äl. There’s no doubt.” Thorin said. “He’s gentle, kind, and supportive. Intelligent, helpful, and compassionate. I really misjudged him. I’m sorry for giving you such a hard time back then. I didn’t believe that you were making the right decision, but I see it now. I do. I see the real him that you’ve always spoken so highly of. All of the genuinely wonderful qualities that make him a good husband and a good father. He wouldn’t be someone Legolas adores if he didn’t adore you first.”

All Älva could do was squeeze his hand in gratitude.

“Thank you, Thorin. You have no idea what that means to me and will mean to him.”

“Ahem–”

The queen quickly turned her head, surprised to find her son and husband standing in the doorway to the conference room, both of their gazes never leaving hers. Legolas’ back was against his father’s chest, his legs dangling from the perch that was Thran’s forearm. Intermittently, his Ada would kiss the top of his head, causing his arms to shoot out, making him look like a little starfish. He looked tired and even had the big, bad yawns to prove it.

“What are you two still doing up?” Älva said, preparing to stand.

“We were wondering if you would be willing to join us for a bedtime read before this little leaf heads to bed. The singing isn’t doing much tonight. I think I need some help,” her husband timidly admitted.

Nodding with enthusiasm, she placed her hand on Thorin’s wrist in an effort to gain his attention.

“We will talk tomorrow, yes? Duty calls as I’m sure you understand.”

“Of course, Your Majesty. Until tomorrow then.”

As Thorin settled back into his seat, he couldn’t help but listen to the soft coos that came from Thran and Äl as they quietly asked their son what he would like to read before he headed off into dreamland once again.

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