Happy Manwë month!

“i don't have an icon” also me when that one belarusian journalist with her true crime channel and a bunch of investigation reports

Redraw Challenge: Kroashent - The Rescue

April's Redraw Challenge, selected by my wonderful patrons, is one that I have a special connection to, a redraw a drawing from May 2019, my 1000th drawing posted to this website! Its especially fitting that this one is ready just in time for Lesbian Visibility Week, celebrating women loving women in Alvez and our own world.

[b]Original Text: [i]An early encounter between Kathalia and Gwae from Kroashent.

When Gwae falls into a trap and is captured by an evil nobleman, Kathalia rushes in to save her with crossbow, sword and unnecessary action stunts, happy to play the swashbuckling hero. As Kathalia holds Gwae close for a daring escape, the silver-haired mage has a startling realization that she may have feelings for her rescuer. But the moment is quickly overshadowed when the pair suddenly swings off the balcony, Gwae screaming and hanging on for dear life as they sail over an army of very angry guards.

Val's Notes: I really love how this one came out, and the original is one I have a lot of love for. I wanted to keep the concept and general vibe of this piece, but upgrade it both artistically and in terms of Kroashent's ongoing lore as the story gets written (Check out Kroashent: Bal des Loups for the first ongoing published Kroashent story!

This scene is envisioned to take place in the Kroashent story that precedes Bal Des Loups. I changed Kathalia's outfit to that of her highwaywoman persona, La Louve de Frehel, and changed the scene to be more mid-swing, rather than before it, as the pair make a daring escape via a passing windship.

If you want to support Kathalia, Gwae and Kroashent, helping bring more scenes like this to life, consider supporting me on Patreon for exclusives, voting privileges and drawing rewards! Every bit of support helps: www.patreon.com/Kroashent Alvez and the World of Kroashent is owned by me.

Interested in getting your own idea drawn by me? Commissions are open: https://www.deviantart.com/kathalia/art/Commission-Sheet-2024-1014668898

MESSENGER; HRJ SMAU

[★]; YOU FIND A PHONE NUMBER WRITTEN ON THE MIRROR OF THE SULIM LIBRARY'S SECOND FLOOR BATHROOM. It's scrawled messily across the glass in erasable expo marker, the handwriting underneath almost closer to hieroglyphics than lettering— and what you thought it read, was 'SEND DUCK PICS FOR A GOOD TIME.'

(You suppose, in hindsight, it was a good thing this person's penmanship was so shit— because if you knew what it really said, you might have never stumbled across the oddly intriguing inbox of one Huang Renjun.)

info;

smau (with many written parts)

renjun x fem!reader

strangers to lovers

quotations means written, no quotes means text!

PART 1: DUCK DEALER

PART 2: PICS OR IT DIDN'T HAPPEN

PART 3: 2AM

PART 4: "COFFEE VS TEA"

PART 5: SPORT BALL

PART 6: "FACE TO FACE"

PART 7: STUBBORN

PART 8: "SHH!"

PART 9: ONE LAST TIME?

PART 10: QUICK THINKING

PART 11: BRIBERY ♥︎

PART 12: "SWITCH UP"

PART 13: BUNNY TAX

PART 14: WRITING ON THE WALL

PART 15: "TWO FACES"

PART 16: STUDDY BUDDY

PART 17: DAYS FLYIN' BY

[and more to come soon...!]

LAST UPDATED: APR 24, 2024

april nct recs

my library of favorites from APR <3 all creds to authors

[ sorted by word count ]

series

JAEMIN | better than your next (i'm the next) | @ddeonuism 11.9k [ part one ]

RENJUN | messenger | @dojunie — smau | You find a phone number written on the mirror of the Sulim Library's second floor bathroom. It’s scrawled messily across the glass in erasable expo marker, the handwriting underneath almost closer to hieroglyphics than lettering— and what you thought it read, was ‘SEND DUCK PICS FOR A GOOD TIME.’ (You suppose, in hindsight, it was a good thing this person’s penmanship was so shit— because if you knew what it really said, you might have never stumbled across the oddly intriguing inbox of one Huang Renjun.)

oneshots

[m] JAEHYUN | seeds of pomegranates | @anashins 29.5k — The day the god of the underworld steals you away, he expects to have found a timid wife to make his isolated life more bearable. Little does he know that the rose he picked from the garden called earth bears knives instead of thorns, and he might not have found a timid wife, but a queen with a heart as dark as his.

[m] JAEHYUN | hearts are won at practice | @angelwonie 21.2k — jung jaehyun is an obnoxious, way too handsome footballer whom you have no intention of getting to know. at least until a series of coincidences forces you to spend time with him, and you realize there might be more to him than what meets the eye.

CHENLE | potential | @rrxnjun 20k — rich kids au, childhood friends au, friends with benefits au. angst, fluff, suggestive | You saw his potential without seeing credentials. And maybe that's the issue.

[m] HAECHAN | monochrome | @sundaysundaes — Lee Donghyuck once believed in the concept of soulmates—how fate would connect a red thread from one lover to another, in a form of dreams and memories. That was how his parents met, that was how they claimed their happiness, and he wanted nothing more but to live his life the way they lived theirs. Until one day, as he sees her slipping away from his hands, he has no choice but to stop believing entirely.

CHENLE | i still love you | @xiaodejunletsact 17.4k — high school can be complicated. thats why when your crush of three years, zhong chenle, approaches you out of nowhere offering to drive you home you are right to question his intentions.

HAECHAN | free trial wedding style | @liliansun 10.6k — when a random, cute, guy comes up to you and practically asks for you to follow along, you do so without much thought. that is until you get home and see he’s your new neighbor who just might need your help a little more than you expected.

[m] HAECHAN + MARK | the girl is mine | @luvrkives 10.5k — mark and hyuck can't stop fighting over you. who fucks you better, who makes you laugh more, who you like most, who fucks you better, yada yada yada. but honestly, why argue when you would happily take them both?

JAEHYUN | love you goodbye | @serendipityseulgi 10.3k — the one with the story of dysfunctional love between you and jaehyun. aka, you both want different things and your love isn’t always enough.

[m] JOHNNY | color evasion | @ncteez 8.7k — or the one where you join a kink website and a specific dom’s profile catches your attention enough to actually meet him at a hotel and practically ignore your safe words bc man, he’s good. 

[m] HAECHAN + JAEHYUN | mine too | @waithyuck 7.5k — donghyuck x jaehyun x reader (f), smut, basically pwp

JAEHYUN | eye of affection | @aitarose 6.6k — for as long as he can remember, jaehyun’s world has been in black and white - giving him no reason to appreciate his mother’s profession as an artist and the beauties that art can provide. however, an accidental meeting with you gives him reason to doubt his former beliefs - proving to him that there may be true beauty in a world that’s void of everything bright, that beauty being the sunshine that you provide. 

HAECHAN | full of love (and stars) | @httplastic 6k — friends/roommates to lovers, light angst

[m] HAECHAN | unavoidable | @sunpopz 5.8k — after swearing to yourself you're done catching feelings for people; you meet someone who makes that incredibly difficult. you think you can avoid him... then you're assigned a final together.

RENJUN | hard to let go | @cinnajun 4.3k — your high school friend group had an ambiguous and messy end, and you never got any closure for anything. two years later, and lee donghyuck’s girlfriend lives on the same floor as you, and you’re forced to face huang renjun, whose abandonment hurt you the most.

HAECHAN | she's quiet | @ijuliet 3.4k — although you were not looking to make new friends, the ones you had tried their hardest to push you out of your comfort zone to find something abnormal for you. which is why you’re at a frat party on a thursday night, watching as lee donghyuck observes you from afar.

[m] HAECHAN | all bark no bite | @jjsneo 2.5k — lee haechan is the most annoying man you’ve ever encountered. but that doesn’t mean you don’t find him hot; and maybe that’s why he has you flat on his mattress one night at a random frat party.

JAEHYUN | in the rain | @sehunniepotwrites 1.9k — All this time, you were looking for love in the wrong places and in the wrong people. As a serial dater, you never thought you would find it in the pouring rain and in the person you trusted the most. 

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ur fav recs n fics blog is back hehe | happy reading <3

xoxo

some common seasonings used in velothi cooking

asugena, saffron

buruda, mint

curgiran, turmeric

gamun, caraway

gasi, mustard

munu, salt

sahi, cardamom

sassaga, marjoram

scadagra, scathecraw

shelu, coriander

shum, garlic

shumegah, red onion

sulim, bittergreen (commonly mashed into a paste)

PROLOGUE

By the Steward Sulime Arenan, with notes by the Lady Y'pollea.

Before spring comes the longest night of winter.

It began in tragedy. Nenime had returned from wild space and taken a commanding role beside our mother, Matriarch Yavannie [1]. Their first expedition took them and a mighty force of a hundred and nine warriors to what had seemed like a miracle.

Beforehand, the Crone-Council of Iybraesil had been battered by visions of a wonder born from the elder days, a time when the newborn aeldari race had fought against the devourer gods of the Necrontyr. Some called it a shrine to lost powers. Others, an altar of martial resurrection. A few understood it as a workshop to engineer an empire. It was a jewel in the skeins. It came to be called the Nexus of Fate [2].

Such had been the potency and headiness of those visions that Matriarch Yavannie was persuaded to gather her forces in haste. An influential autarch along the southern habitats of Iybraesil, Matriarch Yavannie did not wait for further reinforcements. So it was that a reclamation force composed of aspect warriors and militia sworn to the House of Arenan was readied to traverse the most treacherous spars of the webway.

Only Nenime spoke out against the expedition.

The Crone-Council was emminently wise, Nenime argued, but the treasures of the past were seldom so benign [3]. She knew as much. Great treasures often came at a great cost. Turn away, this promised wonder, she said, was simply another weapon. Our Fall had damned our foreseeable fate, but so too had it cursed the remnants of our past.

Slowly, strangely, the council began speaking of the imminent restoration of the grand Aeldari Dominion.

They had become fixed and intolerant of dissent. To speak of tools of war was one thing, but to take it a step further... Nenime called it delusional. Foolish. Evil.

First, Nenime tried to charm. Then she begged. Finally, she threatened. It was only when the Council suggested that Matriarch Yavannie would be sent into the impossible labyrinth without her youngest daughter that Nenime seemed to relent. It was Nenime who led Iybraesil's forces through the webway, making use of all the skills she had developed as a Voidscarred. What Matriarch Yavannie thought of Nenime's disquiet, we do not know. Mother and daughter keep their secrets. What is known is that the expedition continued without further delay; the reclamation force arrived at the Nexus of Fate, and all went wrong [4].

It was like a dark diamond, feeding parasitically on the star it orbited. Further words fail to encompass what Matriarch Yavannie's force discovered, but it can be said that the Nexus was not unlike a vault. Charged aether-crystal assemblies lay in darkness, starsteel forges lay silent. There were armaments, precursors to high aeldari art, and towering constructs armed with the same. That was not all. There were other, stranger weapons, clearly meant for different beings. The wonder could not have lasted long. For a moment, the hopes of the Crone-Council seemed realized, but as the force delved deeper and scattered throughout the vault, not all was as it seemed. The Nexus would be no birthplace of glory. Honor would never be drawn from that place. The Dominion would never rise again.

The Great Enemy, Chaos, nested at the heart of the Nexus.

Whatever polarity wards had shielded the Nexus from the energies it fed upon had been shattered, inverted by the psychic backlash of the Fall. Matriarch Yavannie's arrival had at long last awoken the ancient evil slumbering at its heart. Nenime had been right, alas. Yet even she could not have imagined the extent of the horror.

More predators loomed in the shadows of the Nexus.

Led by the haruspicy of Dark City Heg-Crones and the tortured visions of psychic medusae, a substantial party of kabalite trueborn and incubi sworn to the Kabal of the Dying Sun had lingered in the shadowed hull of the Nexus, awaiting the glory and terror that came from hunting their own kin. The Dracon at their head had promised his followers ample opportunity to sate their inherent murder-lust. Above all, he offered his starveling killers the chance to claim waystones from those they felled, for a shattered waystone is a vaunted status symbol among the warrior cults of Commorragh.

Their intent was not to claim the Nexus, but to use it as a hunting ground. The Drukhari either did not know, or did not care for the weapons within. They waited in the shadows, eager for the moment in which they could strike the most dolorous blow.

It is impossible to say how or when the attack began. We know the constructs shivered to life, revealing a corruption that had lain dormant and concealed but a moment before. Pale creations, maliciously possessed by the archenemy, fell upon the reclamation force with mighty weapons of old, horn, and claw. Six herald daemonettes screamed light into the dark in rapturous revelry. Daemonic trills and the cloying scent of ancient doom filled the air as the true master of the Nexus stepped forth from the vault's warp-tainted heart: The hymns of lamentation refer to this entity as the Sorrowsister, servant of Sai'lanthresh, the exalted Keeper of Secrets, Ni'nui. Her daemonic legion had infested the Nexus eons before and fate had at last delivered playthings onto her cruel playground.

It was as Matriarch Yavannie's forces reeled, and surely sought to extricate themselves from the unfolding disaster, that the Drukhari revealed themselves. The ambush had been well planned; null-slaves had been placed throughout the nearest webway accesses as to prevent the withdrawal of their Asuryani prey. Incubi prowled with with klaives as preening kabalites roamed in packs, all intent on the foulest murder [5]. A vicious three-way battle ensued.

It can only be said with certainty that the mother sought to keep the forces of the archenemy at bay whilst the daughter sought an exit through the Drukhari, or some way, any way, to get her sisters in arms out. In time, Nenime came across her counterpart, the Dracon of the Dying Sun [6]. There was no glory in this encounter. The raiders had lingered less than a fortnight, but that had been enough for their Dracon to fall victim to a particular kind of madness. The Dracon, it seems, had become obsessed with the dominance the Nexus held over its star. So apparent had been his deterioration that, as the Iybraesil strike-force arrived, his warlords had wrested command of the ambush and abandoned their master to his own obsessions.

As the ambush began, the Dracon looked upon the emaciated star from some chamber, heatshields lowered, visual filters drawn. He had even removed his armor, to feel the heat upon his flesh. The Nexus was so close to its star that the light within was blinding, the heat blistering. That was when Nenime faced the Dracon.

Unbeknownst to all, as the atrocity raged, the mad Dracon had set the Nexus on a plummeting dive into its star, so that all might be consumed in dying, solar glory. Nenime slew him, and took from his remains a remote that would detonate the collars of the scattered null-slaves. At last, the survivors could attempt an escape.

Trapped in its headlong plunge, the Nexus could not be saved.

By now, breaking apart and suffused with unbearable heat and brilliance, it had become apparent that the farce was at an end. The Drukhari were sated; their warlords gathered what forces they cared to save and slinked away to safety. Even the heralds of the Sorrowsister fled with their own favorites. Nenime rallied what forces she could, saving what waystones she could, and found Matriarch Yavannie locked in mortal combat against the Sorrowsister.

Matriarch Yavannie, head of the House of Arenan, Mother to three, had already been wounded half a dozen times. The Matriarch plunged her blade through the creature's heart even as she was speared through her side.

Accounts fail us. Nenime added her own blade to her mother's and the Sorrowsister was banished for a thousand years, until the seasons wheeled and the creature once again brought sorrow to Iybraesil [7].

The disaster was complete. Nenime returned home with ten other survivors and our mother's remains [8].

All of Iybraesil mourned. Our father decided Nenime would be the first to walk the path of grief, followed by her elder sisters. House and craftworld came together to celebrate the life of Yavannie Arenan, faithful and dauntless, but Nenime remained as a woman in a nightmare.

What shades lay in her heart then none could say. Many believed that it was the longest night of winter in her soul. Doubtless it was so, but when Nenime looked out into the night she wondered at a deeper darkness. What was her fate, if not to stand beside our mother? So too did she yearn for justice. The Sorrowsister's heralds were still out there; the Drukhari warlords were still at large.

An age had come to and end. Neniwe, the Springsong, yet remained in silence and ruin.

Telling no one, Nenime strayed from the sorrow-path and set plans into motion. For even after the longest night comes morning, when shadows grow long.

~🧿~

[1]: Thankfully, Nenime's first forays into corsairhood lie beyond the purview of this account. Suffice it to say, she made the right friends and sucked up to the right people. You gotta give it to her. She's got guts and a killer form with sword and pistol. Nenime had risen respectably high among the corsairs of Math'lannor when she got homesick and decided it was time to go home.

[2]: Nenime rarely speaks of it, but when she does, she calls it a farce.

[3] This has to be the nicest thing Nenime has ever said about those old hags, plainly.

[4]: How did Nenime foresee that particular calamity? Most kinda guess that it was her corsair's instinct, the one she had earned during her service to Princess Math'elenna. Nenime had indeed walked on many Croneworlds and fetched her fair share of soulstones. But that's just caution. Too simple. When I imagine Nenime before Iybraesil's mummified council, I sense a certain omniscient horror in her voice as she speaks. They drag her out and she cries, 'You don't know what you're doing!'. Maybe that's just me. Something was screaming in her, right? Perhaps she felt the touch of Ynnead even then.

[5]: Nenime thrice reached out to the raiding party's six warlords, sybarites and hierarchs both, with entreaties once it became apparent doom would envelop them all. Her offers were rudely rejected.

[6]: His name goes unrecorded. Nenime claims she genuinely can't remember.

[7]: The archenemy attacked Iybraesil as the Dathedain tore the galaxy a new one. Nenime’s role during this - can’t we talk about that instead? (S: No. Please adhere to the standards discussed) Whatever.

[8]: Would you believe it? They follow her to this day.

Vackor az első bében

Holnap indul a Data Science suli én meg úgy izgulok, hogy még hasonlat sem jut hirtelen eszembe, hogy mi szokott izgulni. Úgyhogy inkább írok valamit magáról a képzésről.

Előzmények

Ilyen-olyan motivációktól hajtva kb. egy éve úgy döntöttem, szeretnék data science-t tanulni. Volt több opció itthoni képzőhelyektől külföldi bootcampeken át egyetemi képzésekig. Mérlegeltem jó alaposan ár, érték, távolság, életmódváltás, stb. szempontból. Végül sikeresen belázítottam a tesómat is, úgyhogy együtt adtuk be végül a jelentkezést egy Budapestről külföldre migrált egyetemre egy data science tematikájú mesterképzésre. Kb. 10-11 hónap, heti háromszor fél nap. Jó lesz ez. Az ára... húúúú, hát az... húzós. Oké, kaptunk kedvezményt, de még így is erősen dilemmás volt, de belevágtunk. Aztán a matek felvételi előtt nekem eléggé besűrűsödött a meló, úgy gondoltam, majd jövőre. Tesóm fel is vették, ő már bécsi deáklyány.

Idő közben tovább görgött előre a lakásfelújítós kálváriám, a fűtési szezon végét meg kell várnom, így újra felértékelődött egy lisszaboni bootcamp, amit anno azzal hessegettem el, hogy jó, nem fogok csak ezért visszaköltözni Lisszabonba! Aztán amikor októberben eleve Dél-Portugáliában önkénteskedtem, felszálltam a vonatra egy monszunos pénteki nap és megnéztem élőben a sulit, beszéltem a tanárokkal. Felvettem a kapcsolatot olyan volt kollégákkal, akik ismerik a sulit, a képzést, az ipart, mondták, hogy hajráhajrá.

Szóval esténként nekiálltam tanulni Pythont meg matekot. November elején volt a felvételi. Siker.

Eddigi tapasztalatok a sulival

A képzés olcsóbb, mint az itthon legjobbnak tartott, hasonló képzést nyújtó suli. Úgy, hogy jóval többet ad. (És nem csak azért, mert Lisszabonban 400 óra (+ egyéb, lásd lejjebb) áll szemben a budapesti 160 órával. És nem is csak az olyanokért, mint a "nem szoktunk házi feladatot adni, mert az a tapasztalat, hogy senki nem csinálja meg. Mi bízunk abban, hogy a tanulóink tudják, hogy jól felfogott érdekül, hogy készüljenek." De az ilyenek így együtt.)

A tematika szinte teljesen megegyezik a CEU-s képzésével - AI-ban jóval erősebb. Sorosban gyengébb. Gondolom. A tesómmal folyamatosan egyeztetve egyáltalán nem bántam meg, hogy nem a CEU-ra mentem. Nem azért, mert a CEU rossz, vagy csalódás lett volna, hanem mert az én sulim is jó(nak ígérkezik).

Az időbeosztás feszesebb: tanítás minden nap reggeltől estig. Így elvileg tíz hét alatt megvan. Mondom, elvileg. Gyakorlatilag így épül fel a képzés:

PREPWORK szakasz - előzetes egyéni felkészülés. Van egy tanulófelület, ahol elég jól összeszedtek mindenféle anyagokat, gyakorlófeladatokat. Ezek részben külsős, ingyenesen is elérhető oktatóanyagok, részben saját videóik. A hangsúly viszont azon van, hogy ezt folyamatosan gondozzák, frissítik. Ha nagy gebasz lenne, írhatsz nekik, segítenek.

Viszont ehhez a felülethez csak a szerződéskötés és fizetés után férsz hozzá, és akkor szembesülsz vele, hogy mekkora anyag. Azt már korábban is meglebegtetik az apróbetűsben, hogy van a prepwork, amit végig kell csinálnod és ez kb. 40-60 óra. De az csak később válik nyilvánvalóvá, hogy 40-60 óra csak a videós anyagok, olvasnivalók, stb-k összhossza. Szóval jóval többet bele kell feccölnöd. És ha látják, hogy nem haladsz kellő ütemben, még rugdosnak is.

HÉÉÉÉ! Ez jó! Úgy értem, elég kellemes meglepetés, hogy nem csak a 10 hétre fizetsz egy furiknyi pénzt, hanem már előtte fogják a kezed és adnak alád mindent, amire szükséged lehet. Az egyetlen "kifogásom", hogy nehéz felmérni előre, hogy mennyi időt fog elvinni. Nekem lényegében másfél-két hónap többé-kevésbé folyamatos tanulás volt úgy, hogy nem most láttam statisztikát meg kalkulust életemben először, meg halovány programozós alapjaim voltak.

A neve elhallgatását valószínűleg kérő iparági szereplőt idézve ez azért van így, mert "a webfejlesztő bootcampeken annyit várunk bemeneti követelményként, hogy az ember tudja megkülönböztetni az egeret a monitortól. A data science-hez azért nem árt ha van fogalma statisztikáról, kalkulusról meg lineáris algebáról".

(Nota bene, ha a hangsúly nem ment volna át: nem a webfejlesztői képzést vagy a webfejlesztők képességeit minősítette. Arra célzott, hogy csak úgy lehet ennyi idő alatt eredményesen végigvinni egy csapatot, ha vannak előzetes ismereteik ezen a téren.)

PRE-COURSE - a nulladik hét. A szerződés szerint ez még mindig nincs benne az árban meg a tematikában. Ellenben kötelező, különben bukod a képzést meg a lóvé egy részét. (Mármint nem panaszkodom, sőt, ez tök jó.)

Ez online lesz. Minden nap 9-17 között lisszaboni idő szerint. Reggel kb egy fél órás-órás elmélet, feladatkiosztások, aztán egész nap problémamegoldás kis csoportokban a pajtikákkal tanári facilitációval. Délután meg összefoglalás.

Ez a hét együtt lesz a suli madridi csoportjával, úgyhogy pánibérikus kalandnak ígérkezik.

BOOTCAMP - ez 9 + 1 hét lesz Lisszabonban. (Pénteken az utolsó online óra + "ZH" után összepakolom a hátizsákom, szombat hajnalban pedig kiköltözöm). A kilenc hét nagy része úgy alakul, mint a pre-course: reggel elmélet, napközben párosával feladatmegoldások, este összefoglaló. Péntekenként ZH a heti anyagból. Ez inkább felmérés, hogy mire kell még jobban ráfeküdni és ahhoz kapsz extra segítséget. (Ezt pont akkor láttam is működés közben, amikor meglátogattam a sulit.) Az utolsó két hétben készül a "diplomamunka". Lényegében valami AI cuccot kell összedobni 3-4 fős csapatban. Szerencsére egy csomó korábbi projekt elérhető volt online, így nagyjából fel tudtam mérni, miben lehet gondolkodni. Ez erősen hozzájárult ahhoz, hogy ezt a sulit válasszam.

Ezen kívül vannak egyéb programok hétközben esténként. Részben összetartásosok (élvezem ezeket, igen, persze), részben szakmai kapcsolatépítősök.

A +1 hét az a karrierhét, amit lehet később is csinálni, illetve más országokban.

No hát itt tartunk most.

Ha idáig elolvastad és kíváncsi vagy, a suli a Le Wagon. Egy francia nemzetközi hálózat. Webfejlesztő, data science meg data analytics képzéseik vannak.

Hey! What is your opinion on Ibrahim's and Nigar's relationship? 😊

Ibrahim did made mistake by cheating on hatice the women who loved him so much she never wanted anything else but his love and loyalty no women deserve the trauma that hatice went through

Ibrahim should have been greatful for everything sulaiman and hatice give him but i let them down sulim trusted him like is brother,in return he hurt hatice degraded her infront of everyone by selecting a kalfa overher

But i must also say even hatice was a bit rude when he called ibrahim and salve his only duty is to serve her and her fam she is wronge here aswell,like she did everything under her capabilty to marry him attemptd suicide took a risk even valida was got upset with her after doing all this for love how can she be so disrespectfull towards her husbnd.This moment were she lost respect and loyalty of ibrahim

What can i say about nigar i don't understnd her character till now fristly she was the one who was supprting hurrem than she changed sides and told ibrahim about leo, i can't emphasis how pissed i was even she was flitering with married man who is a son inlaw of dynasty despite of all favours hatice did for her yet she showed her true colours.but hatice showed empathy to her by sparing her life and taking care of her child nigar was always a flipper she ws never loyal to anyone thts why sufferd alot

Ibrahim used her and left her alone even rustem divorced her,her realtionship with ibrahim destroyed her life may be she truly loved him but she never for once thought about consequences of her love affair

But i feel deeply sad about that lil child Esmanur her innocent face ❤️ she surrfed cause only because of her parents i cried a lot watching the scene when nashu effendi visit Esma nur after buring ibrahim and maid tells nashu effendi "Esama nur was asking about her baba since moring" i couldn't even watch that scene i feel sorry for that lil girl and nigar aswell

Minden ruháján érzem az erős cigaretta szagot. Kivéve azon.. Bőre akárcsak egy vámpíré, oly fehér és gyönyörű. A szemei akár a naplemente, mindig elveszek benne.... Mosolya olyan mint a csokoládé.. főleg mikor szomorú vagy, mert akkor sosem elég. A tisztességet sohasem ismerte, de nem is erről "híres"... Meg persze sosem maradhat ki a balhékból sem, mert mit is tehetne ha nem róla szólnának a hírek? Nekem a balhék nélkül is ő jelent mindent. Ismertem már akkor is mikor szinte gyermek volt, persze annak már 4 éve.. Szerettem mikor beszöktem hozzá éjfélkor... Ő az a srác volt aki minden reggel a sulim előtt állt persze nem volt a kezébe vörös rózsa se plüss maci, de ezt tőle nem is várnám el.. Az óráim végén át ugrotta értem a kerítést vagy éppen fél órát várt rám a téren.. Az őszinteség sem ment neki a legjobban, de mindig elhittem neki, bármit mondott... Ő nem egy srác aki helyett lesz egy másik, mert őt nem lehet csak úgy pótolni...... A drog sosem megoldás, de mint tudjuk ő a "menő srác"..

Már sírni sem tudok, de szorít a mellkasom... utállak mégis szeretlek, mert te vagy az én görög istenem..

UI.: (máshogy mint '20ban)

imádom hogy sulim a vizsgamunkával kapcsolatban mindent szeret easter egg ként tartogatni, csak pár napja tudtam meg valakitől hogy még az elkészítésről is kell videot mellé leadni. Még jo hogy nem elkészítésem után mondják ki ezek gciiiii

Are there any examples of people abusing hospitality to destroy nobles they didn't like?

Gwae tells the tale of King Bres, the beautiful, but cruel half-Fomorian king of the Tuatha de Danaan.

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Bismillahirrahmanirrahim🤍

Into Tormentor’s Cove 🎃

The Autumn festivities were in full swing.

With the wind-down of operations at Laevenir, allies both old and new had arrived at the westward Ynnari haven of Springsong, Neni’Shelwe, in preparation for future campaigns; At the island fastness Yavannie, there was to be a feast in honor of the various emissaries present, including the highly anticipated scions of the Sunblitz Brotherhood and Eldritch Raiders.

All was set to begin as a slip of a ship came down beneath the starry night, settling on a platform high in the White Mountains. A welcoming party was already waiting.

Banners waved by the light of colorful lanterns as two figures stepped forth to address the new arrivals as they disembarked.

One was a woman clad in the blue of Iybraesil. She resembled Nenime, though her hair was shorter, and bound.

“Hail and well met, honored allies. I am the Steward Sulime Arenan,” the woman announced, “& this is Prince Mathlitas, of the Children of Mathlann.”

The other was a youth just recently come into maturity. His dark hair was tousled by the high breeze, but his was a noble bearing.

“Greetings,” the youth inclined his head; his silvery armor shimmered beneath a rich sea-green cloak. “It will be our privilege to see you safely to the celebrations.”

“Springsong welcomes you in the spirit of friendship,” finished Sulime Arenan. “I know my sister and I speak as one when I say we are overjoyed at your arrival.”

@dracite-aeril