Dritte Wahl & Honigdieb@JunkYard, 18.08.2023

Schön, dass mir Honigdieb-Bassist und Kumpel Chester Bescheid gesagt hat, dass ich mir mal wieder ein wenig Punk im einzigen Rockladen in Dortmund reinziehen kann. Es war zwar noch hell, aber Honigdieb mit ihrem exzentrischen Sänger Sir Hannes (den jeder Rockfan in Dortmund kennt) hat mal wieder alle verzaubert und auch wieder tief in die Verkleidungskiste gegriffen, was das Ganze immer noch unterstreicht. Der Sound auf der Open-Air-Bühne war auch schön fett und der Bass kam besonders gut raus zum deutschen Funk-bis-Punk-Crossover. Ein besonders leckerer Hingucker war dabei noch die mittlerweile dritte Bühnenakteurin Fatima, die leichtbekleidet lasziv die Stimmung anheizte. Die volle Spielzeit nutzte dann das olle Punktrio Dritte Wahl aus und machte auch mit der aktuellen Single "Das regelt der Markt" Furore. Ausgelassen ging es so bis ins Dunkel und die deutsche Spießerregel für das Ende von Livekonzerten endgültig in Kraft tritt. Der Alkohol floss und geile Stimmung. Spaß garantiert. Etwas zu politisch und somit auch für mich nicht ansprechend fand ich den Antifa-Stand. Aber, naja, gab ja keine Ausschreitungen und die Hauptsache ist, dass gut gefeiert wurde. Dritte Wahl haben's auf jeden Fall noch drauf und die höre ich ja auch schon seit den 90ern.

“there is no god”

“certainly not with that attitude”

Number 16? What if Optimus appears in episode 1?

This ask game

When the Survey Corps heard about Optimus' arrival in Shinganshina and see the aftermath of Optimus' intervention.

The Survey Corps was having a bad day. Well, they've always had bad days. It was never easy for them.

They had always suffered heavy losses when they came back from their expeditions from outside the walls. But when they returned, and they had given the arm of Moses to the weeping mother, something inside of their Commander Keith clearly snap. He broke. He broke down in front of everyone and walked away in shame. The next thing they all new, Erwin had become the 13th Commander of the Survey Corps.

Erwin had to go through protocol. Appoint scouts to leader positions, inform Zackley about the change, but then...they heard about the wall being breached. About a large Colossal Titan with no skin that was as tall as the wall, kicking the gate in and letting titans inside.

"Five minutes after you get this shit show, Shinganshia's under attack," Levi had remarked.

"Yes, Levi, the irony is not lost on me," Erwin sighed.

"More like a bad omen," Mike added.

The report was a mere hours ago, considering that information had to be transferred by horseback. But the Survey Corps were on high alert. They immediately got their supplies, their 3D gear, mounted their horses, and headed towards Shinganshina.

But Erwin had also heard an extremely conflicting report, everyone heard the report: the titans were fighting each other. An Armored Titan was fighting a Metal Titan. The titans were fighting each other. Both had displayed intelligence, and the Metal Titan had killed the Armored Titan, protecting Wall Maria from falling to the titans. Other reports were still hard to accept, but a titan protecting humans instead of killing? What could that possibly mean for humanity as a whole?

When they arrived to Shinganshia, the Garrison reluctantly opened the gate to allow them into the walled city.

"The Metal Titan's at the entrance, killing titans with his strange weapons," a soldier, Hannes, informed.

"Did you just say he?" Hanji started to grin.

"No," Mike warned them.

"He's been trying to prevent more titans from coming into the city, but we don't have the resources to get everyone else out," Hannes continued.

"What do you mean by 'he'?" Levi demanded, "There's no way a titan is sentient."

"Check for yourself, but we need help getting people out," Hannes requested, "Some are still stuck in their homes."

Erwin turned to Nanaba. "Help with recovery and evacuation."

"Yes, sir!" Nanaba saluted before addressing her fellow comrades on what to do next. Erwin immediately flew over the ruined houses of Shinganshina, followed by Levi, Mike, and Hanji. The quartet examined their surroundings and were internally horrified. The day that they had all feared: the titan's invading, had come true. But...where were the titan bodies? The decaying corpses? Where was the corpse of the Armored Titan? They were practically non-existent. There was rubble and human remains. But nothing else.

"Sir," Mike called out as he pointed ahead. The four of them landed on the houses near the broken gate, and were stunned at the sight. A giant, metal, titan adorned in red and blue stood in front of the damaged gate with a glowing blue gun for an arm. A titan started lumbering through the entrance, but they all witnessed the sight of the gun glowing brighter before firing at the titan before him. The titan was shot in the head, but instead of regenerating, it's body began to erode and fade away. It collapsed on the ground before turning to bones, and then smoke.

"Holy shit," Even the captain was taken off-guard by the sight. They had just witnessed a titan kill another titan without even touching the nape of the neck! How!

"I must study him!" Hanji tried to leap forward, but Mike quickly grabbed them and wrestling them back. Hanji yelled in protest, but their cry quickly got the attention of the titan, who looked back at them. Erwin had noticed the being wearing a mouthguard of some kind, and the blue of its eyes mirrored that of the weapon for an arm.

"Hello!" Hanji greeted with a wave.

"Are you the reinforcements the others have informed me of?" the titan asked them. It speaks. It actually speaks! It didn't have a mouth but it spoke!

"Yes," Erwin spoke, trying his best to keep his composure, "My name is Erwin Smith, the newly appointed Commander of the Survey Corps."

"I cannot move from my post, Commander," The titan explained, "I wish to aid the humans that need to evacuate the city, but if I leave, more titans may come in. Can you provide assistance in removing the civilians from the area?"

"We are currently working on that, but there is concern about your intentions-!"

"I do not consume humans," The titan automatically replied.

"That was quick." Levi narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

"My race requires a different fuel source for consumption," the titan explained as he shot at another titan, "One that I will need to locate in a different time. For now, I wish to focus my attention on the task at hand."

"I need to take notes," Hanji grunted as they tried to get out of Mike's grip once more.

Erwin did his best to assess the situation with what he had, but he ultimately came to a conclusion. "Assist the others in evacuation."

"Erwin, you can't be serious," Mike said.

"This is an opportunity we can't waste," Erwin whispered to him before turning back to the titan, "If you are truly a sentient being, do you have a name?"

"My name is Optimus Prime," the titan answered.

"A name," Hanji squealed.

"Thank you for your assistance," Erwin said before turning to his comrades, "Play along for now."

(So someone asked for 30, but everything else is on the table.)

Hi!

Don't get me wrong, I don't mean it I don't like your art or anything. Really really sorry if it sounds rude, I'm just interested. So.. Are there any cis ghouls? I've just often seen you draw different ghouls as transgender.

I was just wondering about your headcanons about it and stuff..

Hey anon! 😊

No worries! As long as questions like that are asked respectfully and without bad intentions, I don't mind at all!

To be honest I don't really know 🤷 I don't have any fixed headcanons about their genders... I just vibe with it depending on what I feel like drawing! Which most of the time means they'll end up trans because that's what makes me really happy to draw!

It's more that I've spent a good part of my life drawing cis characters, and I've grown bored of it. So now, I just go full force and draw what I wish to see more represented, trans moments of joy and love, this warm feeling of community... And the ghouls just happen to be a very good vessel for these kinds of things! ✨

As always with these kind of asks I'll leave you with an extract that I love! It's by Hanneli Victoire a french transmasc author and journalist. It has been roughly translated via Deepl and corrected by my french ass so sorry if it's a bit cluncky! It's a bit long but very worth it! (link to the full french post on instagram)

The more I eat up feminist and lesbian theory, the more I understand that we don't exist. To be a man, a guy, a trans guy, a transmasculine or non-binary person is to look for yourself wherever possible, and to find yourself nowhere. Transmasculinity is a complete unthought issue in feminism, a question that is swept under the rug because no one knows what we're talking about. When you're a kid, you've got Hilary Swank getting murdered in Boys Don't Cry and not much else to tell us that being trans is shame, shit and death. Who wants to go through Preciado's or Bourcier's books to find mirrors of themselves? Who knows that Stone Butch Blues exists and that this book saves lives, even though it's far removed from activist circles? There's no space for us among lesbians, feminists, cis men or even queers. Once you've abandoned the idea of the definitive "she", and you're oscillating between "he", "they" or "it" and sometimes even a bit of "she", sexuality is a laughing matter. What are we becoming? Straight, lesbian, gay, transgender? There's nothing that really fits, and above all, we're attacked as soon as we dare to assert one or the other, because in any case, straight, queer, bi or transgender is not for us, and our bullshit erases the real holders of the title. Transmasc we're kicking up a fuss, because no one expected us to turn up in such numbers, or that we'd be in the vanguard of blowing up the hegemonic masculinities. That we'd be 1.50m tall, with huge breasts, long hair, a craving for make-up, dresses and heels, and that we'd grab the whole world by the collar and say "he" without looking down. Let's be proud of that. Of breaking down the "gender" category, and profoundly changing the face of oppression and struggle with our bodies that make everything go haywire. We're going to knock it out of the park, and we're not going to apologise. Saying, "Yes, but it's not just girls" at 100% of feminist meetings, events and speeches, and forcing people to add the cis prefix when talking about the men who ruin everything. And we know when we look like rude jerks wearing a cap, a mask or a hoodie, when we're called "sir" and we don't dare speak up because we don't want to get burnt. And we know when we have to deal T, find vial leftovers, hold hands during injections, support each other during shortages. And we know when we're sharing the names of psychiatrists, endocrinologists and surgeons to do our top surgery. And we know when it's time to start a fund-raising campaign to remind ourselves that we're beautiful, and to help each other find a new name. We know. With our non-muscular bodies, our squashed tits, our mini moustaches, our voices that go off the rails, our scars on our torsos, our outbursts when we cut our hair and our hips that are too wide. We know when we've been told to get lost, that we're scary, that we've become too masculine, that T has made us freaks, that we've joined the oppressors' camp. We know when we're in relationships with dykes, straights or fags and no one understands what kind of couple we are. We know when we date each other and no one understands, because T4T is like nothing we've ever known and we're even more exposed that way. Violence everywhere, transmasc nowhere. And yet, every time I needed help, every time I wasn't feeling well, a transmasc person was there to offer me a hand. Solidarity is in our blood, because there's nowhere else to go. Hanneli Victoire - "Transmasc, a kick in the ant hill"

🧅 im hope finally i can send memes also *boops*

yeah hey. thanks sir. boops you with the force of like a thousand suns

i think the original character i wanted to make this meme for was sigyn norsemythology, like "only gets mentioned in völuspá 35 and lokasenna end notes in the poetic edda" sigyn, but also the version of sigyn i've been writing in a like norse retelling story i've been working on since like high school? though it's changed a lot since then.

the rest of this is 1. i will tell you more about sigyn bc i'm too shy to do so above a readmore 2. rambling abt my taste in stories and tropes and opinions abt story/mythology retellings

ok hey. first of all: sig is loki's wife, exclusively known in the eddas for holding a bowl over loki's face when she[^1] was bound, catching as a serpent dripped venom into it. so like. gestures vaguely. the narrative parallels are remarkable, except macaque didn't stay.

my sigyn is a butch lesbian and loki's transfem and theyre super married ok ! also both of em r chinese [or at least jötunnheim is based on china/ne asia] loki's from the north and sig's from the south. my citation for this is the beginning notes of lokasenna: þórr kom eigi, því at hann var í austrvegi, amirite?[^2] iirc there's scholarship out there about how this is supposed to be an allegory for the sámi people, probly sámi/russia/eastern europe would've been better ethnicities/cultures to pull from, but. yknow. i am the person i am

second: i think a lot about what get lost in mythological retellings and how we rewrite sigyn in norse mythology retellings specifically. this has actually been kinda a hot topic in norse retelling lit recently. everyone wants sigyn to be a bigger character in the myths-- you see more books written from her or loki's perspective or whatever, especially since loki's a more popular character, since everyone loves a trickster god. this is supposed to b feminist, or whatever. (few of them are actually good and i can tell u this bc i've read most of them. special interests are wild)

but like what if you consider that sigyn didn't want to be in the myths, seeing how they talked about loki and going "huh. no thanks! i don't wanna be written about like this, actually." what if the myths aren't true, or misrepresent what events actually happened?? what then becomes ur attitude towards the writer of/subjects of the myths?? what gets recorded in history and what gets forgotten or smoothed over. what do we do when the queers are considered the monsters.

anyway i think a lot about how jttw (novel) exists in universe and often i wonder how macaque is written in it. and if it stays as-is, i think about how he would know, deeply, that he is not a guy who just shows up in two chapters. but he is written that way bc stories and histories are cruel.

also wrt just norse mythology vs. jttw in general, a lot of my blorbos are guys who have been fucked over by gods so wukong and loki have that in common. both of them have been my favs for a long ass time. shoutouts

[^1]: she/her pronouns for loki thx. she's a trans woman unless u wanna argue abt how old norse gender was constructed ! i can also do this infodump on request [^2]: norse mythology has been my special interest since i was ~12 and i learned a bit of old norse for it and i'm so sorry for the person i am about it

A RARE TRANSYLVANIAN PARCEL-GILT SILVER TANKARD MARK OF SEBASTIAN HANN THE ELDER, SIBIU, CIRCA 1697

Cylindrical, the white silver body chased in high relief and engraved with three scenes after engravings by Matthaeus Merian the Elder depicting the Labors of Hercules, Aeneas and Anchises fleeing Troy, and the murder of Servius Tillius, and engraved below each with description of scene, further engraved near upper rim HERCULIS HIS CIRTUS: MONSTROSAE TULLIA ET RARA AENEAE GRATIA, NOMEN HABET, the gilt loop handle formed as a female term figure, gilt hinged cover with finial modeled as a Roman warrior on horseback and opening to reveal a roundel chased with Cimon and Pero as an allegory of the Caritas Romana, inner foot rim engraved So offt mit kühlem Wein die Kanne man wird heben, soll Herr Sebastian in lieb und lobe leben, 1697 (As often as the jug is lifted with cool wine, Sir Sebastian shall live in love and praise, 1697), marked on base rim SH in an oval

Commissioned by Valentin Franck von Franckenstein (1643 - 1697) for his grandson.

11 1/4 in. (28.5 cm.) high. 52 oz. 4 dwt. (1,622 gr.).

Incorporating both high renaissance and baroque styles, Sebastian Hann is considered one of the most important Transylvanian goldsmiths of the baroque period. Hann was trained in Sibiu, where he joined the guild and eventually became the guild master. Approximately one-hundred works have been attributed to Hann, the earliest dating to around 1675. Hann’s works are recognized for their complex compositions and inclusion of historical and mythological themes, many based on the engravings of Albrecht Durer (1471-1528) and Matthaeus Merian (1593-1650). The success of Hann’s dense figural compositions is a result of the perspective he is able to achieve through detailed texturing and chasing. This tankard epitomizes Hann’s mastery of these techniques.

FRANCK VON FRANCKENSTEIN AND THE COMMISSION 

The present tankard and a second tankard, in the collection of the Hungarian Fine Art Museum, were commissioned by Franck von Franckenstein (1643-1697), as a gift for his grandson, shortly before Franckenstein’s death in 1697. Franckenstien was a Saxon count and a political figure in Sibiu. Remembered for his passion for the arts, Franckenstein wrote poetry, studied historiography, and was one of Hann’s greatest patrons. A pair of 1691 altar candlesticks (historically referenced as the ‘Franckenstein candlesticks’) are in the collection of the Brukenthal Museum in Sibiu. A painted alabaster portrait sculpture of Franckenstein was found at a building site in Sibiu in the late 19th century and is now in the collection of the Hungarian National Gallery in Budapest. An engraved portrait of him is in the collection of Austrian National Library.

The commission of the two tankards from Hann was a massive expense, estimated to be nearly one-third of Franckenstein’s total wealth. Given the tremendous importance of the commission and the timing in relation to Franckenstein’s death, it is possible the gift was intended as a plea for care in his final months. More likely however, the commission and subsequent gift, was meant as a token of appreciation for the kind attention bestowed on an elderly grandfather by a devoted grandson.

Hann's costume is making me PISS sir why you got that fucking wig on your head 💀. Idk who Ross is like?¿ 😭

Tagged by @liebelesbe :)

10 songs that come up on shuffle and 5 I actually listen to:

1. A classic.

2. Had a punk-rock phase some years ago. Thus:

3. Still a bop, still a mood. Next.

4. Love this song, actually.

5. Haven't listened to this a lot (yet.) It's good tho.

6. Was a huuuge Sigrid fan back when she started out in 2017 or sth. This song is not one of my favs tbh

7. Mh-mh (admiringly)

8. The chokehold this song held cottagecore tiktok in. It's a bop tho.

9. .

10. Lyrics... meh. Song's a slay, tho.

I actually listen to most of these (/have listened to them at some point), but 5 songs that are exemplary of my music taste are

Heute hier, morgen dort - Hannes Wader

Hares on the Mountain - Shirley Collins

Hammer to Fall - Queen

Not my baby - Sir Babygirl (LOVE THEM! HUGE RECOMMENDATION!)

Voi Che Sapete - La Nozze de Figaro, Mozart

Tagging @brandybradyrandyandyndy and whoever wants to take part, too!!! :)

oh i didn't mean to say you copied poses at all! just that this is kinda a fanon fact for me lol, baby hann being named william (i genuinely thought that was his real name for months)

poses is soooo good, one of my comfort fics! (i do skip like the two angsty chapters when i reread i am so soft lol)

excited for any and all upcoming updates, hope you have an amazing week

💖

Oh my gosh no worries at all! I know that's not what you meant - but I don't want anyone else to think that, especially with that being a fic and an author I have so much respect and admiration for! Also... if that ended up being his real name I would not be in the slightest bit surprised... William Hann has a nice ring to it... but alas in On a Friday baby Hann has been rebranded as Christopher and he's going to stay that way 😂

I was feeling really ambitious in terms of getting a lot of writing done (it's a holiday in the US so no work today woo!) today, but unfortunately did not get as much done as I had planned so far. Somehow Fictional!InfectionVerse!Matty is being really difficult this chapter and I'm like sir you are unconscious you're not supposed to get to have an opinion. I'll get it sorted and ready for tomorrow though! Then we'll have Make Way for Ducklings, and hopefully the next chapter of my Matty x Taylor Fake Dating fic soon as well - that one is my current favorite child and my baby and I haven't been super happy with the second half of that chapter, hence the delay (then again I might be the only person that likes that one haha) I also have more prompts to fill! And am also always accepting more prompts even if I am slow with them.

Regardless, thank you so much for reading and your wonderful messages! Poses 100% gave me a moment of hysteria where I thought about going back to school and becoming a teacher before remembering I don't have the temperament for that haha I think it's going to be a good week! I'm going to work, write, spend time with my pony AND I'm going to go relive my middle school glory days and am seeing the Jonas Brothers with some friends 😂

❤️Ally

Alright give us the dad medic hcs- specifically when johanne was a child 👁👁

SIR YES SIR!OOYAH!

ok so 2 b fully clear a child growing up w a guy like medic? especially ONLY medic? hell on earth 2 an extent, but a fun childhood 4 johanne:) that is the 1 thing she can hand it down 2 medic. she cannot fully hate the guy bcuz yeah he DID leave the country 2 fight the gravel wars&left her behind but he was never a bad dad growing up.

- “dad i scraped my knee :’(“ “oh no;( looks like we will have 2 amputate ur leg😂😂👎”

- working as a full time emergency room surgeon&raising a kid was hard as hell as he would b randomly called in 2 work especially @ night but somehow he managed.💪

-instead of like idk a regular fucking dad reading a bedtime story 2 his kid this dude would read the anatomy book or some scary german folklore tale 2 johanne.👍

-on bring ur kid 2 work day medic would totally let johanne try 2 inhale the anesthesia so she knows what it is like. plus the kid had a curiosity so why not lawl

-hanne was totally the feared kid @ school especially by those who have seen her dad. ”legends” side that dr von humboldt steals spleens&lungs&remove whole digestive tracks from his patients so u should NOT mess w him……or his daughter…i mean that was partly true but still…….creepy fucking dude.

-medic would often b called 2 school bcuz johanne either got into a fight w some guy who was picking on her or whatever. the bully would always shit themselves the second medic comes through that damn door 2 the principals office bcuz of the heard rumours.& the fact medic is REALLY bothered bcuz he had 2 miss work or b bothered w this shit. absolutely not bcuz his kid did smth bad. it is an inconvenience 2 HIM. also an another legend sides that 1 boy who picked on johanne got yelled on by her dad @ the principals office&he moved schools the next week.fucking loser😂😂👎

-would take johanne 2 Kiel 4 a week on summer break 2 visit the beach:) the beach was always the best part of summer vacation 4 hanne.

-medic never rly found himself 2 need 2 help johanne w her homework especially like math bcuz that is a subject the excels @. but would do biology&chemistry hw w her bcuz she like.needed his help+it was fun spending time w ur kid:)

Phantoms Of Future (ohne Drummer Olaf)@FZW, 02.12.2022

Das war ja mal wieder ein wilder Abend. Los ging's mit Kadaverficker im ziemlich albern-trashigen Sleaze-Outfit. Dennoch sehr witzig und ein guter Opener, da Bandkopf Goreminister (Ex-Sanctimonium) immer typisch schmantige Ruhrpottparolen von der Bühne schmetterte. Es ging über beide Hallen und leider gab es auch Überschneidungen. Von Assmatix zu den Bollock Brothers hetzen, leider Dr. Death viel zu wenig gesehen. Dafür waren Die Kassierer überragend und angezogen und anschließend Sodom nach den heimlichen Headlinern Phantoms mit Tom und Frank nackt. Sonst das übliche Geplänkel, denn Photos habe ich nicht, weil ich als Blogger wohl nicht mehr so wichtig bin wie die Groupies und keinen Photopass hatte. Auch im Backstage nur übliche Wichtigtuer wie Micha Budde, der mich aber zumindest noch kurz mit meinem alten Gitarrenheroen Blackfire in Ruhe schnacken ließ. Zumindest ein guter Einstand zu 50 Jahren Sir Hannes auf der Bühne, was einige verwunderte, aber ich stand ja auch schon mit fünf oder sechs Jahren das erste Mal vor Publikum.

joel alex posted a video someone else took of him shaking his ass onstage and said "i should have worn my better booty pants"....SIR?????????

i’m gonna start biting things

also in absolutely no way shape or form was i staring at his and hannes’s legs too 😳😳😳

Teamwork Makes the Dream Work. The Importance of a Multi-disciplinary Team

The more like-minded professionals you have on your side, the better the chances are for success in all training, health, and rehab-related issues.

‘Hannes! You need to be careful when buying a car. Cars depreciate in value; in fact, everything in life depreciates faster than a car, except ice cream. Ice cream is the only thing in this world that depreciates in value faster than a car, so if you don’t need a car in Dubai, please don’t buy one; buy an ice cream instead; it’s much cheaper’.

These are very wise words from Thomas, a sophisticated elderly gentleman that has been training with me twice a week since late 2021. These are the kinds of wisdom Thomas likes to bestow on us younger trainers here at Iconic Fitness. Thomas is very strong and functionally fit, thanks to all the work he has done during the past 3 years with us. Thomas enjoys taking the odd breaks between his sets, so this is when these wise words come out in heaps for us more inexperienced ‘younger people’ in our 40’s.

Thomas is an avid sailor and world traveler, and he spends most of his time here in Dubai working part-time as a consultant and horseback riding. Thomas is all about horseback riding. That’s the main reason he signed up with me.  He suffered from severe back pain during and after his rides, and he wasn’t going to stop his favorite activities. My main role as Thomas’ trainer and coach is to ensure he can maintain his horse-riding hobby a few times a week without pain and also ensure he remains bulletproof to garden, sail, and ride his horses. Horse riding can be done in three sessions a week for anything between 60 and 120 minutes per session. The riding for that duration is already a challenge in itself. 3-6 hours of any physical activity per week is taxing on the body, and on top of that, its an activity where you have to use your strength, coordination, and endurance abilities at random given moments during a ride, depending on what horse you have. Thomas also likes a challenge, so he simply won’t opt for a tame horse or one that’s been accustomed to daily riding activities. No, sir, Thomas likes to pick out stubborn horses. He loves telling us all about his horse riding stories, as he has recently rode horses all across the world and only mainly comes to Dubai, as the setup here in Al Qudra is the best facility he has ever seen. ‘There is just something different about these Arabian horses,’ he says. Yes, Thomas likes his challenging horses, so my challenge as his rehab coach and conditioning expert is ever-changing and challenging. 

Thomas has come a long way. In our first few sessions, I had to teach him how to squat properly. He used to squat a lot on his toes and only in half-squat positions—”horse-riding positions’. We later incorporated full-depth squat positions to further activate the gluteus and still maintain the most important VMO-affected angles and activities to support his knees while also maintaining all the strength he has accumulated over the decades due to the horseback riding positions. From isolated squats, we had to progress to a more full-body squat approach where he pulls bands towards him during a squat to maintain forces mimicking riding that directly loaded the weaker parts of his balance. All this while I have to strengthen the core, back, gluteus, and coordination. Our sessions progress to more compound movements superset with spinal mobility and mimicking’spinal decompression’ as much as we could in a gym setting.

It’s the tinkering, adaptations and progression in his training along with clear and solid communication between him and me that made the great progress. 

There is thus a lot of prep work, feedback from Thomas and tinkering going on to adjust workouts based on how he feels after a ride, and where his next destination will be and what equipment they will have available if nay at all. Constant communication, online programming and assistance along with a 5 min chat every morning while he is cycling is essential for prep for the coming sessions. The importance in support and communication cannot be overestimated.

As his personal trainer, I can only do the best work when he was in the gym with me in person. When he travels to Denmark and Portugal every quarter, things do become tricky, and this is where I need additional input as his coach. And this is where a multi-disciplinary team is so important. Thanks to the great insights from the outstanding crew at the Franklin Chiropractic Clinic in JLT, Dubai. With the valuable insights from Dr.Marius Coetzee, Dr. Madeleine Franklin, and Chloe Hoeben who have all worked very closely with myself and Thomas, I was able to tinker and adapt Thomas’ training even further and also support him more. The great communication from Franklin also expanded my understanding of what Thomas would go through during his travels and what effect irregular routines and sleeping patterns in different hotel rooms and beds would have when he travels. The core function of a multidisciplinary team (MDT) is to bring together a group of healthcare professionals from different fields in order to determine a patient’s treatment plan.

As a strength and conditioning expert and rehab coach, I specialize mainly in 2 things: conditioning and rehab. But a client’s needs often stretch further than that. Some clients need additional nutrition and dietary support. Others need valuable insights from a surgeon, physiotherapist, or, in Thomas case, physiotherapists and chiropractors. As good as a coach you believe to be or as good as you think your coach is, the reality is that no one knows everything. The body is a wonderfully complex system, and if you have niggles, pains, health-related issues, or struggle to improve your health, you need a team to assist and back you up. It’s ideal to get input from professional, like-minded people who assist you in working towards a common goal and strive to get you to your performance and health goals as quickly as possible and safely as possible.

I’m happy to report that Thomas is stronger than ever, moves incredibly well, and recently spent an entire week gardening in his mom’s garden back in Denmark in full squat positions and carrying odd-shaped bags and flower pots with no back pain. He sails most weekends and still rides 2-3 times a week.

If you are struggling with back pain or any performance-related injuries,. Let me know. Come and see us, and let’s get the conversation started. We have built a great support network with like-minded people who communicate very well. The more people you have on your side, the better for you.

𝒴.⠀IOLANTHE⠀⨾⠀❪ iii. ❫⠀──── ℛEACHING THE 𝒟EPTHS OF ℋ𝙀𝙇𝙇 𓍼

──── neither mortal nor god, nor fate itself, is qualified to be my judge.

𝐈. ℬACKSTORY

tw : subtle mentions of blood.

— ﹙2021, April 14th﹚

“Master, we need an extremely skilled assassin for this mission” the voice echoed around the silent room, with the clock’s hand ticking being the only sound. A man looking over the arched window, watching a walking figure, faced the direction of where the voice was coming from—opened his file cabinet and tossed one file labeled ; Prodigy. “Her, she’s perfect for that.” he said, the lady opened the file—revealing the assassin’s information and timeline. “Skilled young lass, leaves no trace, and most importantly—gets the job done in a jiffy.” he added, her face disapproving. “We need someone who can work in the inside, in this mission—they need to douse a fire from inside the house, this little girl doesn’t have the guts for patience.” she protested. The master raised a brow, fixed his stance, and sat on his swivel chair—looking at the lady with such stare. “You don’t know her as much as I do, Lady Macbeth. This girl is so much more than you think she is—behind the facade of a helpless, lovely, and gullible little girl lies a cold-blooded bloodstained bastard. At such a young age she showcased unparalleled combat and survival skills so much that no one could top her as the best one in this agency.” he said while maintaining eye contact with the lady. “Don’t ever doubt her.” he uttered before signaling the lady to leave his office. The lady bowed before leaving the master suite, letting out a deep sigh after closing the door behind her—looking at the folder given, she spoke through her radio. “Send her to my office, over.” she said. “Send who, Your Ladyship? over.” a voice responded. Lady Macbeth opened the file revealing the name of the prodigal member of their very agency. “Yvoria Iolanthe Schuyler”

— Several years ago.﹙2009, October ??﹚

All alone along the slums of Seoul, Magdalene﹙soon will be known as Yvoria﹚found herself standing in front of the porch of her very own house, her step-parents threw her out for good—at least on their end. Heavy rain poured as the young lass cried her little eyes out, tired from walking—she settled on a local bus stop, laying down on the bench whilst trying to use a magazine to keep her warm. A sight that’s not for the weak, a five-year-old kid in shambles—trembling from the cold surroundings, hugging her little teddy bear, all while a trail of crimson liquid flows from her nose. A guy passing by felt pity, looking at the bloody lass—he decided to take her in, feed her, and then call the child services. “Get up, little girl” he commanded. The little girl fluttered her eyes and woke up from a very uncomfortable nap. She looked at the man, puzzled—she tilted her head. “Are you kicking me out, too?” she asked, keeping her head down. He knelt to reach her height and in a moment of weakness, he hugged the crying little girl. "I'm sorry, you are welcome to stay here for as long as you need." he explained while hugging her, the lass smiled in tears and bowed deeply in front of him. "I'll do anything to repay your kindness, Sir!" the girl exclaimed while bowing down, which made the guy chuckle. "You can start by not calling me "Sir", call me Hannes."

— Several years later.﹙2023, August 31st﹚

“Congratulations on yet another successful mission, Yvo!” her friend celebrated, Yvoria smiled and thanked her friend before heading to Lady Macbeth’s office. “Ah, you’re here. Punctual as always, elegantly dressed, and politely standing. You look very dashing today, Yvo—you took a lot from the house where you came from, I must say.” she said, signaling Yvoria to sit across her table. The lass chuckled. “Aside from today being my birthday, you also sent me to a lady-in-waiting for a literal royal—Lady Macbeth. A little difficult to move with so many eyes watching but hey, the heir is down and the spare took the crown—all thanks to who?” she responded, she cleared her throat and asked for the intention of calling her. “Master Hannes told me to go easy on your missions, he's afraid that I might be overworking you” the lady sighed. “Too bad, then. Seemed like I'm the only one you deemed qualified.” she chuckled, actually happy to have a little day off or even a month off. “Well, if that's the case then I'll see you when I see you again, Lady Macbeth.” she stood up and left her office.

𝐈𝐈. ℋEADCANNONS

Hannes legally adopted Magdalene during the first half of 2010, changing her name in the process—she is now known as Yvoria Iolanthe Schuyler.

While originally born and raised in Seoul, Hannes forged a new birth certificate for her that shows that she was born in Oakland, California.

Yvoria excelled in her education, while she had the majority of her education in Seoul—she flew to California to study at Berkeley and took a Bachelor of Arts in Psychology while also being a part-time health worker at a local health center.

Yvoria resides in a cozy apartment in Oakland and enjoys the safe confines of a villa in Seoul with Hannes, who she sees as a parental figure. Her lodgings and cost of living in California were all shouldered by Hannes while her education was for free as she managed to bag a full scholarship offer.

Hannes came from an old-money family, and this highly influenced Yvoria's wardrobe and fashion choices.

Yvoria is good at cleaning, partly because she loves neat spaces—mostly because she had to clean up after herself during missions.

She learned to speak English, Japanese, Chinese, Tagalog, Hindi, and Spanish while training to be an assassin.

She also trained to master the accents of other countries, she can do multiple accents and can blend well in a foreign land.

CHARACTER KINS﹕ Yor Forger Helena Bertnelli / Huntress Choi Nam-Ra Serena Van Der Woodsen

"Light in his darkness"

Part 2

Ivan: AND WIO AREeee…….. u.

He suddenly stops while shouting.

Hazel: So mister why were you shouting on these children. See know they got scared. You shouldn’t shout like this. Calm down a bit man.

She was scolding him while he was not able to hear any anything. He was in his own world.

Hazel: “snapping fingers’ Hey are u even listening.

Ivan POV

While I was scolding these brats. When Someone shouted from behind. I turn to look who is that. But I don’t know why nothing came out of my mouth. I was not able hear what she is speaking. I came out of my thoughts when she snaped her finger at me.

Hazel: children are you ok. Are u hurt somewhere.

She started checking them around. Hazel: Next time before shouting take a look if they are ok or not. Children what are u doing here. And what’s your name.

Child: Mmyy n n name is Ryan and sh she is my si sister Sara. We w eere going t to my mom. She is working in ou u rr shop.

That child said this while stammering and shuttering.

Hazel: Ok clam down heart. Its alright lets go to mom. I will take u hmm.

She turned around.

Ivan POV end.

She tuned around and looked at Ivan.

Hazel: “Oh God” you’re hurt. Come with me let me treat you sir. Please come with me.

Hazel said and started to walk towards a bench were she kept her bag.

Ivan didn’t move a inch. He was so lost that from start he didn’t even said a word.

Hazel stopped and turned around to look if he is coming or Not.

Hazel: Sir, EXCUSE ME SIR.

She said loudly. Ivan flinched came back to reality.

Ivan: Hann.

Hazel: I said Please come with me we have to treat your wound. Otherwise it will cause infection.

Ivan: Oh no it’s ok I am good. I have to go know.

He hurriedly started to walk towards his car.

Hazel: But…

Before she could even say something he drew away.

Hazel: What a strange man. Let’s go kids.

Hazel also took a bus and went away from their taking kids.

Ivan POV.

I immediately got away from there after coming a little away from there. I stop the car. I myself don’t know why I didn’t said anything to that women when she was shouting and scolding me. I was so lost in her that I don’t even know what said the whole time. What wrong with you Ivan have u lost your mind or what. Have u forgot what women and love did to you In the past. I shouldn’t even like her or any other women.

Ivan POV ended.

He reached office and got out of the car. He got inside the building. Everyone bow to him while he just walk. He sat on my chair and someone knocked on door.

Ivan: Come in.

His secretary came in and started telling his schedule.

Secretary: Sir U have meeting with Mr. John Smith. And then we have to visit a site.

Ivan: hmm, What about the armed base.

Secretary: The work is still going on. We will get it our hand by end of this week.

Ivan: hmm. Please bring me a coffee.

Secretary Left from there.

Hazel POV.

After he went from there. We got inside a bus and went to the location these kids told me. Thank God they know the address or don’t know how much struggle it would have caused. We reached the location. And kids started run towards their mom.

K/M: Ow. hey what u both are doing here. You know how dangerous is this. How you both even got here.

Hazel: Hello mam.

K/M:   Hello.

Hazel: Actually I got them here. I fond them on road. They were coming to you.

K/M: What! Kids why were u coming here. Didn’t I left you at grandma’s house then.

Ryan: Mom after you left us uncle came at home he started to fight with grandma. We got scared and ran away. I am sorry.

He said and looked down feeling guilty.

Sara: Mom I also got scared.

K/M: It’s ok baby. Let’s go to grandma’s house. Thank you mam for bringing them here. I am grateful to you.

Hazel: ow no no it’s totally fine mam but please look after them. And kids next time don’t runaway ok. Call mom immediately, call police or take help from someone when u sense danger ok. Now bye.

She waved at them and went to bus  stop.

Thank God. They are safe and I found them otherwise don’t know what would have happen to them. But that man was so strange. I am grateful that he immediately pushed the breaks. But the way he shouted at them was a bit too much.

I reached college and got inside. When I was going towards my class.

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