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A Dedication Plaque Naming Two Scandinavian Benefactors For The Construction Of A Church In York, (Grim and Aese), 900 to 1100CE, The Yorkshire Museum, York
#viking#Scandinavian#vikings#paganism#christianity#early belief#early religion#archaeology#relic#artefact#dedication#benefactor#stonework#York#Yorkshire#norse paganism
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Feverish Understanding.
A snippet of TSR's MC and Benefactor, a year after the tragedy.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
"Go away." I groan out with difficulty, the scratch at the back of my throat leaving me less than hospitable to whoever is crazy enough to knock on my door.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Jesus fucking Christ. I lift my heavy eyelids open and glare at the wall in front of me.
The knocks on the door are still three, but there is a rhythm to it; the first knock comes out hard, but the second knock is softer than the first.
Then the third is just a vicious bang, like the person put a lot of power to make it as loud as possible.
Only one person knocks this way.
I move out of my bed with my blankets curled around me, my hands gripping the fabric as I waddle my way out of my room to the front door. Using one hand to hold my blanket together and the other to grab the door knob, I swing the door open.
"Hello, little nightlight!"
Of course.
I stare at Benefactor, with zir trademark grin and a plastic bag full of unknown items. Ze is in a suit again, this time with a navy blue color. The tie around zir neck is of a dark green color again, another trademark of zir.
I frown quizzically.
"Benefactor," I start, "I didn't know there's another mission today."
"Oh, there isn't." Ze lifts the bag up as emphasis for...well, something, "But I figured I drop by my favorite beneficiary."
"I'm your only beneficiary."
"And you know I only pick the best." Ze counters my statement off lightheartedly, "Mind if I come in?"
I open my mouth, ready to give a response. But ze doesn't even wait as ze strolls in, easily so given how my body feels like a lump right now. As if ze's aware of it, Benefactor grabs me by the biceps and holds me steady before pursing zir lips together.
"Wow, you really are sick."
I swat zir hands off of me. "I'll manage." Despite my words, Benefactor doesn't seem the least bit interested in leaving my apartment. Rather, ze moves to close the door behind zim before trying to drape one of my arms around zir shoulder.
"Come on, be a good employee and let me handle you."
"Who are you, my-" My words get cut off, something tickling my throat hard enough to unleash a coughing fit.
"Tsk tsk tsk. Really now, nightlight, you should have called."
"Call my boss that I can't do my work because I'm sick?" I scoff. "Unethical in our society, don't you think?"
"But I'm not like other bosses, am I?"
I cough again and the phelgm that has been in my throat for a while gets ejected onto my tongue. I furrow my brows and Benefactor manages to grab a tissue while walking me to my couch. Once I sit down, ze offers the tissue to me. I grab it. "Thanks."
"I already told you that sick days are allowed."
"And I think I told you-Mmph!"
I find myself holding a stick between my lips. I look down, just in time to see the digitized thermometer as the numbers go higher and higher until-
"41 degrees." Benefactor clicks zir tongue and I rip the thermometer out of my mouth.
"You-cough!-Wouldn't it kill you to cool it with the mo-cough!-mother hen act?"
"Oh come now, does it kill you if I have a heart?"
I open my mouth to respond but all that comes out is another series of coughs. I take a moment to glance up at zir face, the way Benefactor has that expression of uncertainty.
"You must rest, nightlight."
"I'm..." The heat on my face and the dizziness seems to increase.
"Nightlight? Oi, nightlight!"
My vision turns black soon after.
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Something is stroking my head. There's nothing dangerous about it.
The hand is coarse, but it's also gentle and soothing somehow. I sigh, sinking myself into that warmth.
It's like Ittania is the one stroking me. But this hand is much too large for it to be hers.
The hand disappears but what comes after is something soft covering me. It brings the picture of Maverick tucking me in.
"I'll be right back." Someone tells me. This voice has a soft tone, like Rydigan's. But it is too deep to be his.
A gentle squeeze on my hand. The strength is stronger than Enid's, but no less warm. I fell asleep before I even realize it.
The next time I gain a sense of consciousness, the smell of something boiling forces me awake.
Who's cooking?
I open my eyes wearily and face the ceiling, the setting on one of the light sources in this room on a dim brightness. I still smell the scent.
It reminded me how it's been a year since I lost my sense of smell for food. Or taste.
They all just taste empty to me.
I will my body to move, to sit up from my bed and fight against the fever that plagues me. A heaviness weighs in my mind but I pay no heed.
I raise my eyes and find the figure of Maverick sitting on the lone chair in the room. I can still remember that disapproving gaze of his - a mixture of worry added in.
"I don't need rest." I mumble to him, yet knowing him to be merely a conjured up imagination.
The figure doesn't say a word. I get off my bed and head for the door.
The one standing in my way for it is Ittania now, with her arms crossed and a pout on her face. I move my hand for her.
She slips away from me, leaving me with the cold air instead of her body's warmth.
"[Name]..."
I don't need to turn around to know it's Rydigan. I grab the doorknob and swing the door open.
And Enid is there, staring at me.
A part of me still aches. But I have dance this tune much too often. I close the door behind me, keeping my body away from hers.
I still feel cold from my attempt with Ittania.
I make my way for the kitchen with silent steps, following the source of the smell until I see Benefactor.
Ze's wearing a soft green apron, with hand stirring a pot full of soup and the other holding a bowl.
"Still there?"
I sigh at zir question and step deeper into the room till I'm near zim. "Yeah."
Benefactor nods in understanding. Ze knows I have ghosts hanging onto me, no matter how many therapists, drugs or treatments I get. Whatever therapists that didn't try to scam me for my money usually said this was my survivor's guilt talking, that I was traumatized over being the witness and sole survivor of a tragic tragedy.
Benefactor, who abhorred their assumptions, told me it was simply me not wanting to let them go, that I felt more guilt in not being there for them than outliving them.
I couldn't agree with zim more
"You cook?" I start a conversation with zim and Benefactor doesn't bat an eye.
"The fact you ask me that means I'll have to do so more often." Benefactor pours the soup in a small bowl, the liquid releasing hot steam. Ze passes the soup to me. "Remember to blow before drinking."
"I'm not a child."
Ze chuckles. "Of course not. I'm reminding you as an adult."
I roll my eyes at that and blow on the surface and edges of the liquids before taking the smallest sip. Much to my surprise, the soup tastes...fine.
No, rather than fine-
"How is it?"
"I can taste this."
Benefactor nods, pauses then asks again. "Do you truly?"
"It's not a lot," I start, "but the fact I can taste even the salt is something."
Benefactor chuckles. "I'm not surprised. This had been an old recipe, one of a kind."
"Then how did you learn it?"
Ze stirs zir spoon into the soup, mixing the ingredients and spices within. "Someone taught me to."
I furrow my brows. "That's vague."
"I've always been vague," Ben answers without much to reveal any deeper meaning on that. I watch zim stir, again and again...
"What were they like?"
Ben stops stirring. A stony silence.
I look at zir face but it's an unreadable one, unlike the usually mad grin ze adopts. But zir black eyes remind me of what I see every time I look in the mirror since the incident.
I open my mouth. "It's okay if-"
"They were beautiful."
I stare blankly at the words Ben speaks out. The first set of words to escape zim. But more than that, zir black eyes have softened considerably. It's like the inky, black void turns calm and gleams with a light I've never seen before.
Then ze turns to me and zir gaze darts to my bowl.
"Drink up before it gets cold."
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Benefactor by Ivan-Valentyn Zadorozhny, 1988
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Benefactor Schafter V12
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[Suddenly I decided to be a benefactor and give him a little present.]
#s34e11 triple d nation - layered#guy fieri#guyfieri#diners drive-ins and dives#little present#benefactor
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Benefactor Stirling GT (HSW)
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1:39 AM EST February 19, 2023:
Romeo Void - “Never Say Never”
From the album Benefactor
(August 6, 1982)
Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm
File under: New Wave
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Post: With all the conversation about #education lets remember #OseolaMcCarty during this #WHM2024... https://www.blaqsbi.com/5MOP
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Discover Quran Verses about #Benefactor @ https://quranindex.info/search/benefactor [18:30] #Quran #Islam
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When I sit down with a blank piece of paper, or my iPhone notepad, or WordPress blank page to write a blog article, the following are various sources I use in my topic research. If you would rather listen instead of read, play the audio (and there’s a few minutes of BONUS info on the audio this time too!):
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Few questions from a very curious anon who can't wait to explore more of TSR🙋♀️🙋♀️:
What is the dynamic of the Benefactor and MC's like? And how does ze feel as MC's gone? How will ze act when MC's hurted?
As MC reincarnated in a new world with the rest of the ROs, do they live with the Countess Sylphina? If so, what is the name of the land the Countess holds? And what is the name of their manor?
First question!
Dynamic: For those outside, they see Benefactor and MC as dangerous forces. One of the most influential people in society, Benefactor, and MC's great reputation as the most charming or ruthless left-hand subordinate.
But Ben and MC's actual dynamic is annoyingly respected boss and begrudgingly willing MC. Ben would just randomly barge into MC's apartment 'to check if they're alive' (but bedrooms always come with knocks and asking for permission) and MC would be trying to push zim away (but to no avail, of course - Ben is annoyingly persistent).
That's all I can say without spoiling too much. 🙊
Second question!
Originally, I was planning on having MC live with the royal family in their palace...But thanks to a lot of the asks and after seeing how Sylphina interacts, I'm currently figuring out which situation would fit MC better.
Thank you for the ask, anon!
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Me
Not multiple personalities, just different outfits depending on the planet (OOC, the planets aren't named yet). I can change my appearance, I just don't see a need to! I could also appear incredibly powerful, but unlike the Abyss with Nehil, I like looking like a regular adventurer, if such a thing can be said to exist.
On (Ryft's planet), I wear a fairly simple gray outfit and leave my rapier behind, though I might not need to. I go around as a traveling bard, which was probably a mistake given that there are no bards in Etheria. Fun though!
On (Prisma's planet), only nobles wear green. It's like purple used to be on your planet. By wearing green, I can basically do whatever I want! I do have to leave behind my lute, despite there being bards there, because it would be out of character for a noble to have a lute there.
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