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kiatheinsomniac · 2 years

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Hey it’s me again :D!

I was wondering, could we get a mermaid reader x eivor? Like when she goes to Ireland for the DLC, “wrath of the druids” and ends up meeting a very pretty mermaid lady?

And, maybe.. the mermaid could be a bit, chubby? Perhaps? 😳

notes: this seems like I have a thing against Eivor and mermaids but I promise it's just because she gives me a chance to talk about different sorts of merfolk bc I find them so interesting lol. Merrows are merfolk from Irish mythology and I'd recommend looking into them, they're very interesting and have quite a bit in common with selkies! Also I'm more than happy to write about a chubby reader! I want my readers to feel represented in my work as much as possible, you're all beautiful and deserve to see yourselves represented with your favs <3

pairing: f! Eivor x merrow! Reader

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The woman in red

Eivor had arrived in the port of Dublin, the settlement bustling with people and green hills rolling across the horizon. The journey had been much easier than her voyage to England from Norway and, being accustomed to travelling by boat, she found herself faring much better than many of the traders on board. However, she had the sharpened senses of the drengr that she was and she knew that someone had been following her, watching her, she could feel it.

The sensation had started once the boat hit Irish waters and it hadn’t stopped since. Eivor kept her senses about her in case she had managed to draw any unwanted attention to herself already. The shieldmaiden had continued to go about her business in Dublin, noticing that the feeling had vanished for a while as she moved into the town but it seemed to resurface come nightfall.

That was when she spotted you in her peripheral and she kept you there. It was the bright red of your cloak that had drawn her attention to you. She could see very little of you under the cover of the cloak and decided that she would lure you somewhere quieter to interrogate you about what you wanted.

Which is how you now found yourself being pushed to a wall when you rounded the corner after the blonde shieldmaiden.

“What the fuck do you-” She cut herself off mid-sentence when she looked upon you. You had eyes that glittered like sunlight dancing water, a full, radiant face like the moon and skin rosy like dawn. “I- I’m sorry.” She stuttered out, taking her arm away from where she had been pinning you to the wall, stumbling back a step. You were utterly beautiful and she felt as though you had placed an enchantment upon her.

“No, I’m the one who’s sorry.” You replied, “I should have spoken up sooner but I wasn’t sure how, you just… You’ve caught my attention and won’t seem to let it go.” You smiled sheepishly and Eivor found it very endearing.

“Oh?”

“Well, we’ve been getting a lot of new people in these parts and so many of you have such stories to tell! You have to look of someone of legends and I can’t help but want to know more about you.” Your voice seemed to put the blonde deeper under your enchantment. Your tone was like a melody composed of silk and honey, of sunsets and harvest moonlight. She thought of you as otherworldly, unaware of just how accurate that could be.

“Well, I’d be more than happy to indulge your curiosity over a drink.” She flashed a charming smile and you pushed your red hood down to smile up at her in return.

“I’d enjoy that very much.”

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You found yourself waking in an unfamiliar inn the next day. Usually, you would have returned home by now or met up with some of your cousins and sisters to return home together but you had found yourself enraptured by Eivor and all the stories she had to tell. Over drinks, the two of you had moved closer and closer together until her lips were on yours (or yours were on hers) and the two of you felt the need to take things somewhere more private.

Eivor had offered to buy you breakfast at the inn and you readily accepted, the two of you eating together before you had to part ways as she had a busy day ahead of her. You wished her well and told her that you hoped to cross paths again with her soon. Later in the day, Eivor found that the feeling of being watched had returned to her but she couldn’t spot you nor your red cloak anywhere. Needing some things to trade with, the shieldmaiden had gone further down the river to try her luck with fishing.

That’s when she saw it.

It was a hideous looking creature, the colour of seaweed with the face of a fish with a mouth full of razor-sharp teeth. Its hair resembled kelp and hung wildly about its body. Arms with one joint too many reached towards Eivor from the water, claws slashing through the air. Eivor stumbled backwards and away from the water in shock, dropping her fishing line in favour of grabbing her axe instead but the creature pursued her, crawling onto the riverbank. It had no legs but a fish’s tail instead with fins that ended in barbs. It was a horrific sight to behold and she slashed at the creature but it moved unpredictably, much like an animal and it grabbed her by the ankle, tugging her towards it with unexpected strength that sent Eivor flying backwards and hitting the ground. She fought and thrashed as it dragged her into the water but it was to no avail and she soon found herself in utter darkness, floating, unable to breathe and yet not drowning.

Shadows flitted about in the water and bones littered the floor, she could just about make out other structures around her, like twisted cocoons of thorns, with arms waving out of them, a silent cry for help. Where was she? As her eyes tried to adjust to the darkness, a face appeared from between the gaps in the cage, the awful face of the creature that had brought her here. She tried to speak but couldn’t get much out around the water except for garbles. Something supernatural must be happening here and suddenly Eivor longed for Valka’s wisdom and guidance.

Eivor shot away from the creature, pushing herself backwards through the water and it cackled, seemingly amused at her fright, before swimming off elsewhere. She needed to find a way out of here.

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Hours passed and all of the shieldmaiden’s attempts to escape were fruitless. She began to feel hopeless, like she would never know freedom again, until a light appeared from the darkness in the form of your radiant face. Where she had not been able to break free from the confines of the cage, you tore them away with little effort and thrust your hand in her direction, a plea for her to take it. Eivor reached for the lifeline that you held out before her and, in moments, the two of you were speeding upwards through the water, light starting to break through.

With her surroundings brightening, Eivor could now see that, like the creature who had abducted her, you also lacked legs. However, unlike the creature, your tail was beautiful and composed of shimmering scales that put emeralds to shame. You had long fins in bright red that hung at your hips as you pulled her through the water and Eivor found herself wrapping her arms around you as you raced her towards safety. Your body was soft in her arms and she held you tight as water rushed past the two of you, feeling the softness of the plump flesh about your waist.

Breaking the surface felt like breathing for the first time all over again and the blonde found herself spluttering out water as you led her towards the coastline. The coastline?! How far had that creature dragged Eivor downstream?! When she was sitting on a stony beach with the waves lapping at her ankles, you pulled your fins up around your shoulders and Eivor watched as they morphed into your cloak and your tail vanished, bare legs withdrawing into the coverage of your cloak.

“Are you alright?” You asked in a panic, “Did he hurt you? I’m so, so sorry, this is all my fault, I should have been more careful when I sneaked off up the river.” You had tears in your shimmery eyes and Eivor could only look up at you in wonder. You were not human but you were as enchanting as when she saw you for the first time yesterday and she was sure that you had just saved her life.

“No, he didn’t and it’s not your fault, it’s alright.” She tried to reassure you as she sat up, shivering in her wet clothes. “But what… what are you? What was that creature?”

“We are merrows, merfolk or Ireland.” You explained, “The males of our kind are… cruel and grotesque so we,” There was a somewhat sarcastic emphasis on the word, “tend to prefer human males over those of our own kind.” Your change in tone suddenly made more sense as Eivor reflected on the previous night, “Males of our kind like to trap unsuspecting sailors in the soul cages, where I just rescued you from, or to attack us females’ partners out of jealousy or spite because we do not desire them.”

“But you have a taste for human women.” Eivor highlighted and you blushed at her words bashfully and nodded your head in agreement before coaxing her to her feet. You suspected that being in a soul cage was a lot to process and she would rather talk about what she did understand now before reflecting on being trapped later, when she was more comfortable and recovered from the shock of it all.

“Come, there is a cave nearby where some of us keep our human clothes and we can start a fire to warm you up.” You helped Eivor to her feet and led her to your hiding place where she took her pick of clothes while you started a fire and dressed yourself. You answered all of the shieldmaiden’s questions about your kind and your customs as well as the soul cages but you noticed that she was still shivering from the cold despite being sat next to the fire.

Hesitantly, you unclasped your cloak and set in on her shoulders, making her eyes go wide. You had explained the meaning of it to her and she knew that you had just handed over your freedom to her in order to keep her warm, that she could abuse this power to keep you for herself and see to it that you never returned to your home or your kin should she wish – many females of your kind had suffered this fate at the hands of nasty human men.

“Thank you.” She smiled softly as she shuffled closer to you, “I promise to take good care of this and return it to you when I am warm.” Her words and sincerity filled you with both relief and a warmth in your insides. You leaned your head on her shoulder as you stared into the flames of the fire. You felt her fingers come under your chin to turn your head to face her and her eyes were lidded, flickering between your own eyes and your lips. “You saved my life today…” Her mouth pressed sweetly to yours and you sighed against the softness of her touch as her hand cupped the curve of your cheek, “Thank you.”

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dawntreaders · 1 year

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the chronicles of narnia: voyage of the dawn treader (animated)

aslan's will is strong, but narnia's is stronger still: all four pevensies are summoned back to narnia for their final adventure. lucy, edmund, and eustace fall from real-world cambridge and into the bight of calormen before they are spotted by the crew of the dawn treader in the days before they are due to make port at narrowhaven. peter, however—perhaps as a result of the discord between the two major realms—only reaches narnia once the royal portion of the crew has been captured by slave traders, emerging from the sea and liaising with captain drinian just in time to assist in the reclamation of the lone islands which has been overrun by rogue telmarines since their banishment under caspian’s rule.

once the dust has settled and the ringleader has been apprehended, peter spares a moment to lock eyes with caspian, his ex-lover, across the plaza. drawn to each other with a force not quite unlike the gravitational pull of two colliding planets, peter drops his sword and leaves the rogue telmarine to a minotaur as he reconvenes with the narnian king at the heart of this island he’d been emperor of 1,300 years ago.

#caspeter #caspian x #peter pevensie #this was my finals exam for 2d animation ehe #animation #the chronicles of narnia #tcon #narnia #vodt #voyage of the dawn treader #and the storyboard at the end is the part i never got to finish T_T maybe one day #fanart #my art

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whiskeywinter89 · 2 years

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What's that one Caspain x reader fic (may have been part of a series) set during the voyage of the dawn treader? In which the reader is brought to narnia separately from lu, ed, and Eustace. And is instead caught by the slave traders?

#fic finder #prince caspian x reader #king caspian x reader

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bookworlders · 2 years

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Pillow Talk

So this was pillow talk with Kaz Brekker. Post-CK.

read on ao3 | ffnet wc: 1,127

Inej woke up with Kaz Brekker’s arm on her waist. His hand rested in the dip of her body as she lay on her side. His hand was draped over the blanket, but it was bare and gloveless.

The dawn light streamed in through the windows of the Slat, falling in lines over his face. Inej took her time to stare at him. He slept facing her. She rarely had the chance to look at him like this, unconscious in the daylight. He stayed out late at night working and always rose in the mornings before she did in the few nights that they’d shared a bed.

Last night, she’d slipped in through the unlocked window of his bedroom late last night after The Wraith docked at Fifth Harbor. She’d left her crew as they prepped the dock lines without bidding goodbye to slip into the shadows of Ketterdam once more. She darted across the roofs of the Barrel to The Slat. It had been three months since she’d last touched the skyline of this godless city, but her feet flew across the houses like she’d never left.

A week ago Inej had sent a message on a Kerch-bound spice trader with the date of her approximate arrival to Ketterdam. Kaz’s room on the top floor of the Slat had been empty when she arrived — the only evidence that her message had been received was the unlocked window, a lit candle on his desk, and an extra blanket folded on his bed.

The seas had been rough during their fortnight journey back to Ketterdam, so Inej had shucked her hooded jacket and leather slippers and tucked herself into his bed, immediately slipping into a deep sleep.

He looked so young as she gazed upon him now. She’d stirred when she’d felt his body tuck in beside her late in the night. In his slumber, his eyebrow wasn’t furrowed or angular mouth turned down into a frown. Inej’s gaze raked over his smooth, pale skin, chiseled jawline, angular’s cupid’s bow.

Inej watched his chest rise and fall, steady, even. Peeking above the blanket, Inej saw he wore a white undershirt — his pale, sculpted arms bare. Asleep, he wasn’t Dirtyhands or the boss of the Barrel, he was just a handsome eighteen-year-old..

A dark curl fell across Kaz’s forehead. Inej reached up to brush it away.

“Morning, Wraith,” he rasped, eyes still closed. She pulled her hand back.

“Good morning,” she murmured, softly.

He stared at her, not moving his hand from her waist. Inej felt his gaze move across her, checking for any new injuries or bruises since the last time he saw her. She felt the most whole she’d been since she’d last sailed away.

“When did you arrive back here last night?” Inej asked, breaking the silence.

Kaz shrugged, rolling onto his back and stretching his arms, “Late. How was your voyage?” Inej’s eyes tracked the rippling muscles in his biceps.

“Rough seas, but successful.” The slave trading duo she’d brought to justice were probably going to be trialed today.

“Your letter came from a trader barge with a Kaelish flag. I didn’t realize you’d be up that far North.”

“We got into a scuffle near Eiling and had to reroute to dock in the Wandering Isle.”

“I’ve been looking into purchasing property in a northern harbor. We could get you a berth for The Wraith up there.”

“I think in north Novyi Zem or Os Kervo would be better.”

This was pillow talk with Kaz Brekker.

Kaz’s gaze shifted towards the window, where the early morning sun spilled into his room — and where she used to perch while he worked.

Inej began to sit up, “I should return to the harbor and let you—”

“Inej,” Kaz rasped. Inej paused as Kaz reached out and placed his hand on hers.

Inej stilled, the way she always did whenever touch between them was involved. Kaz leaned on his elbow, intertwining their hands, his voice rough. “Stay.” He whispered.

She slowly laid back down, her dark hair fanning across the pillow. It had gotten easier over time, being together. They still moved gently and methodically when it came to holding each other, especially if they hadn’t seen each other in awhile — like the three months she’d been at sea this voyage. She had slept in a long-sleeved tunic last night when climbed in his bed last night, just in case, but the fact that Kaz donned a sleeveless undershirt signaled she could shed a layer or two for her nightclothes tonight.

Kaz leaned over her, his forearms bracketing each side of her body, his face hovering inches above hers.

Inej held her breath. Kaz lightly brushed his lips against hers. Because of their pasts, they handled each other slowly, and probably always would — Inej was grateful for that. She nodded ever so slightly, signaling to Kaz that this was okay, that she was okay.

Kaz pressed his lips more firmly against hers, his hands threading into her hair. She loved when he played with her hair.

Inej’s hands moved to his chest over his shirt as she kissed him back. Kaz reached down and placed her hand on his cheek, his signal to her that he was okay. Inej slid her hand up to cup his face, deepening the kiss slowly, letting it build.

She kissed him for every day she had missed him while at sea.

Soon they were gasping, their lips dancing together. A slow, passionate waltz. It was never messy or rushed between them, but Inej burned all the same. She felt Kaz’s mark on her throughout her whole body — at the base of her spine, at the back of her neck, and everywhere his fingers lightly brushed left a trail of fire.

Kaz wrenched himself back, collapsing on his back beside her. He was breathing hard, his chiseled chest rising and falling. He reached for her fingers in the mess of blankets, bringing it up to his lips and kissing her hand lightly.

They lay side by side in silence for a few moments. The sunlight streamed brighter through the windows and Inej saw the crows begin to arrive to perch.

She heard their breathing slow and even out.

“How long are you here for,” Kaz asked, his voice grating.

Inej paused, breathing hard. She tilted her head up to look at him, “At least a week. Longer, depending on the sail repairs.”

Kaz brushed a strand of hair out of her face, “Stay longer so I don’t have to break your sails myself.”

Inej laughed, tucking herself into his side, “Go back to sleep, Brekker.”

Kaz smiled, running his fingers through her hair, “I don’t plan on getting out of bed today, Wraith.”

#repost #i wanted to make an aesthetic header #mywriting #kanej #pillow talk #bookworlders #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #six of crows #grishaverse #fic

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mccoy1879 · 5 months

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In the early 19th century, the vast breadth of North America was a mosaic of diverse cultures, landscapes, and peoples. It was a time of burgeoning trade routes, frontier exploration, and the collision of different languages, traditions, and worldviews. Against this backdrop, the year 1805 witnessed a significant milestone in the history of the United States as Kentucky traders embarked on a journey that would mark the first commercial encounter between their English-speaking community and the Spanish-speaking individuals of New Mexico.

The journey was not merely a voyage across physical distances; it was a convergence of two distinct cultural spheres that had been shaped by centuries of history, geography, and politics. The traders from Kentucky, descendants of European settlers who had carved a new home in the heartland of America, set their sights on venturing into the unknown territories of the Southwest. Their quest for new markets, resources, and opportunities led them to the fabled lands of New Mexico, which lay nestled beneath the watchful gaze of the towering peaks of the Rocky Mountains.

The Spanish-speaking inhabitants of New Mexico, on the other hand, traced their heritage back to the early European expeditions that had ventured across the uncharted expanse of North America. Their roots were intertwined with the rich tapestry of Spanish colonialism, Indigenous traditions, and the pioneering spirit that had shaped the course of history in the region. As they went about their daily lives in the arid deserts and rugged mountains of New Mexico, they bore witness to the enduring legacy of their ancestors' footsteps.

The momentous encounter between the Kentucky traders and the Spanish-speaking denizens of New Mexico was a convergence of worlds—one marked by different languages, customs, and perspectives. It was a testament to the far-reaching impact of Manifest Destiny, the expansionist fervor that gripped the young United States, and the relentless pursuit of new horizons that defined the spirit of the era.

As the traders journeyed across the untamed frontier, they traversed landscapes that unfolded like an ever-changing canvas, each brushstroke revealing the raw beauty of the American West. They grappled with the formidable challenges posed by the rugged terrain, the unpredictable weather, and the sheer vastness of the unknown. Yet, their unwavering determination propelled them forward, driving them to seek out the possibilities that lay beyond the horizon.

When the Kentucky traders and the Spanish-speaking inhabitants of New Mexico crossed paths, it was a meeting of minds, a convergence of interests, and an exchange of goods and ideas that would reverberate through the annals of history. The traders brought with them a wealth of products—textiles, tools, and provisions—that represented the ingenuity and industry of their burgeoning nation. In turn, the Spanish-speaking populace of New Mexico offered the fruits of their labor, unveiling the treasures of their lands—vibrant textiles, pottery, and the bounty of the earth.

The encounter yielded a vibrant interchange of languages and cultural traditions, a tapestry woven from shared stories, traded commodities, and the intangible currency of human connection. The Kentucky traders and the Spanish-speaking denizens of New Mexico found common ground in the hubbub of commerce, breaking through the barriers of language and heritage to forge bonds that transcended the boundaries of their respective worlds.

The momentous encounter of 1805 stands as a testament to the enduring spirit of exploration, exchange, and coexistence that has defined the tapestry of American history. It marked the dawning of a new chapter—an era of cross-cultural encounters, shared aspirations, and the enduring legacy of the vast American landscape. In the wake of this historic meeting, the seeds of mutual understanding and collaboration were sown, setting the stage for a future shaped by the interconnected destinies of diverse peoples and the timeless echoes of their encounters.

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authorbashields · 1 year

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#IFTTT #Author B. A. Shields Official Website

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sosodeglingo · 2 years

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Doubts on the dawn treader

#casmund #caspian x edmund #edmund pevensie #narnia #narnia chronicles #prince caspian #skandar keynes #ben barnes #narnia fanart #narnia ships #casmund fanart #slow burn #doubts on the dawn trader #procreate #voyage of the dawn treader #king caspian #caspian the tenth

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railingsofsorrow · 2 years

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voyage of the dawn trader is so so so good, but the ending is so bittersweet. the moment the movie ends I get heartbroken because those movies were literally my childhood :((

not to mention that ben barnes looks extremely hot with that hair jesus christ

#narnia #clararants #prince caspian

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blcodyhell · 6 months

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Random Edmund Pevensie moments: 202/?

#narnia #narniaedit #the voyage of the dawn trader #votdt #votdtedit #edmund #edmundedit #edmund pevensie #edmundpevensieedit #cairparavelnet #mine #random edmund moments

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reddus-sideblog · 3 years

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A Rembrancer’s account of the House Mariqette’s affairs during the War of the Beast.

002.M32 - The Promenade Worlds - Still recovering from the terrible destruction wrought by the Traitor’s hand the Untellatian Parliament signs oath-contracts with several Rogue Trader houses at the dawn of Millennium 32 to go forth into the void beyond the sector’s borders and find resources to rebuild the shattered worlds of the Sector Untellatian with. The borders formed by the Dominion of Storms, the Acheronian Drifts, and the Xersinian Wastes send the entrepreneur-explorers into largely uncharted territory, with some daring to make forays into forbidden systems. At least two noble lines are lost to unknown circumstances in the depths of the Heart of Darkness, with the entire Trathine family’s fleet being lost to the Xersinian Wastes.

Those who scouted the regions that lie Rimwards find tens of untouched systems, brimming with unrefined resources. Mass-harvesting soon begins, with the Thune family claiming a majority of worlds before selling them to lesser houses for a king’s ransom, with interest rates that will take generations to pay off. As the newly named “Promenade Worlds” expand into full-fledged colonial worlds their remoteness draws in many noble families, who discreetly buy whole islands or continents on these planets, and create grand mansions and palaces upon them. This interest and development by the many noble families of the sector lead to a perceived air of exclusivity and refinement that the possessors of these worlds did little to dispel, leading to their lofty and grandiose title of “The Promenade Worlds”. With these periphery systems being still beyond the borders of the Sector Untellatian they were largely under the provisional purview of their owning nobility until such a time as a sub-sectorial constitution could be drafted and signed by these provisional rulers after their worlds were reviewed by Administratum logi-savants and Biologis adepts for tithe-grading.

This tithe-grading process could last for decades, as hordes of bureaucratic adepts agonize over profit margins, labour-force numbers, and tonnage of harvested materials, double and triple checking their calculations before sending them to the nearest Adeptus Adminstratum collation nexus and awaiting a response through astropathic channels that could take months or even years that would give them the affirmation of due process needed to move on to the next step in the rigorous system. Occasionally, due to changing planetary conditions, corrupted astropathic transmissions, or lost mass shipments of paperwork, an entire system would have to be re-evaluated beginning the process all over again. This extensive and seemingly endless administrative busywork brought a sense of furtive complacency to the nobles who had taken up their private residences on these backwaters, as no end could be seen to it, and with it their private keep’s secrecy would remain unspoiled. For what reason these holds were kept can only be speculated at, but hiding away troubled progeny, dodging conscription tithes, stashing away unspeakably valuable heirlooms, and far less legitimate enterprises could all be assumed. For a handful of centuries these frontier worlds bolstered up the weakened Sector Untellatian until it could stand once more.

542.M32 - The Encounter at Scertan - As the Promenade Worlds began to face the growing pains of becoming a newly-formed subsector many of the Rogue Traders who had founded these frontier worlds now used them as stations to base further explorations into the depths of the void. As time went on these voyages would find the occasional world of use, but many of the habitable and resource rich worlds worlds had already been claimed. With this expansion of borders the Promenade Worlds came into contact with Forge World Tigrus around 374.M32. Soon after this chartist captains took to hauling raw resources from the burgeoning sub-sector to the Mechanicus sovereign space of Tigrus, and returning with manufactured goods and technological tools to further expand the scope of their industrial processes. This trade would continue largely uninterrupted for nearly two centuries, as it’s scale and rapidity benefitted the rapacious appetite of a recovering sector.

By 512.M32 an uncomfortable truth had been realized; across a wide number of the less habitable worlds of the newly-formed subsector a common xenoform was present, occupying their own primitive settlements far removed from any major human ones, but in numbers that could well threaten the less well defended industrial camps of the Promenade Worlds. The anomalous xenos had been repelled multiple times over the years by men-at-arms of the colonial world’s noble families, but as the years went on these skirmishes began escalating, some even becoming protracted campaigns, with noble families hiring Rogue Trader Militants to help them endure and scour their worlds. Even with this aid the infestations persisted, leading to a plea for help to, and interest from, Tigrus’ xenobiologists.

In less than a decade the Tigrusian techpriests confirmed their findings, these xenos were none other than the long thought to be extinct “ork” species. While they exhibited none of the insane technological prowess that their species was said to possess during the Astartes’ engagements with them they nonetheless fit the profile of the creatures. It was surmised, ultimately, that these were merely stragglers, degenerated leftovers from the days of the Great Crusade’s xenocides, barely able to comprehend a simple firearm, much less use one. Skitarii cohorts were soon summoned, and rad-elimination protocols enacted, with consent from the planet’s rulers. This seemed to be the end to a pitiful, savage race that had no place in Mankind’s galaxy.

In the ensuing years a string of events occured that lead to the utter downfall of the sub-sector. The first of this was the growing predation on inter-system short distance haulers from the well-established worlds of the Promenade to the growing colonial worlds at the edges of it’s space. At first these were anomalous, but as the number of the escorts guarding the ships grew so too did the ferocity of these raiders. When ships laden with goods for colonies started disappearing, and some of their escorts with them, the Imperial Navy stepped in, determined to end the threat with decisive action. In 539.M32 the Battlefleet Ultima sent forth 2 flotilla of ships, consisting of one grand cruiser and three escorts each, to patrol the Promenade World’s outer edges, flush out these raiders, and crush them. These plans went unchanged for some three years, until chance had it that one of these patrol groups would investigate an astropathic plea for help coming from the Scertan system, a plea that mentioned xeno raiders preying on the isolated outposts of the planet’s worlds. The Exaction of Justice and it’s escort ships, the Torchbearer, Angelus Solarum, and the Terra’s Child took to the system, sweeping inwards to goad out their quarry. As the group approached Scertan III, the primary colonial world of the system, they made close passes on each of the planets, taking augur readings as they went.

As the warships left the orbital rings of the gas giant Scertan VI they were hit by an unexpected bombardment that hit their rears, taking out the plasma drives of both the Angelus Solarum and the Terra’s Child, and crippling the maneuvering thrusters of the Exaction of Justice.To the shock of the ship’s captains the raiders had modified entire asteroids into attack platforms, which the initial scans had simply dismissed as ferric ore clusters. This opening salvo coloured the rest of the engagement, with the two disabled ships becoming easy prey for the lumbering asteroid fortresses. The valiant armsmen of both ships were unable to stop the tide of well-armed aliens that overran their vessels, soon commandeering them and turning their weapons against the Exaction of Justice. The Torchbearer left formation, as the Exaction suffered from the fire of her previous allies, and swung around to engage the commandeered vessels. Streaking through the hail of fire from the asteroid fortresses and gun batteries of the other escorts the Torchbearer disabled it’s rogue counterparts, annihilating their weapon batteries that were focused on the Exaction of Justice’s exposed flank.

With little left of it’s maneuvering devices the Exaction of Justice increased its plasma burn and accelerated deeper into the system, to put space between it and the overrun ships. As the Exaction hurtled forwards it approached the original goal of their interdiction, Scertan III. Coming closer to the beleaguered world the Lord-Captain of the Exaction of Justice realized how grave the situation of Scertan III truly was. It had been shelled from orbit, obliterating vast swathes of land and kicking up dust enough to block out entire continents. The devastation followed into orbit, where the shattered remains of the colony’s astropathic station and main void docks lay, now a mutilated metal corpse, it’s technological innards strewn about as though torn apart by some unimaginably immense chainsword. Then, from the opposite side of the planet’s orbit the xeno raiders struck at the damaged grand cruiser.

The hideous alien ship rounded the planet’s curvature, speeding towards the Exaction with full confidence in its ability to take on the heaviest class of ship of the Imperial Navy headon. With precious few options left the Imperial vessel’s Lord-Captain was determined to test his foe’s mettle. The Exaction hurtled towards the ugly, brutish ship, igniting her engines to full burn and taking shots at it’s pitted, spiked hull as the two ships closed the distance between them. In the last moments before the impact, the Lord-Captain Seyv Haadirge ordered the Torchbearer to retreat to the nearest civilized system, to tell the Battlefleet Ultima command upon Kar Duniash what had transpired, and regroup with the second flotilla.

The cataclysmic crash between the human and alien cruisers was enough to totally destroy both combatants’ vessels, sending enough wreckage about to fully double the density of Scertan III’s debris cloud, and giving the vessels but a few precious dozens of minutes before they careened down to the world’s surface, obliterating a steppe continent with their furious force. The Torchbearer watched their doomed comrades with morose admiration before speeding out to fulfill their commander’s last order.

544.M32 - The Tyrant Rises - It is unknown and perhaps unknowable if the Scertan Encounter lead to the ensuing invasion of greenskins, or if indeed the Tyrant of Jagga’s WAAAGH! had been in the making and rampaging towards these most tenuous borders of the Imperium for many years before it. Many xenoarcanists speculate it is a simple combination of the two, saying that the ork’s naval forces most likely returned to their main host and informed the orks of Jagga that the Imperial systems in that direction were ripe for the taking.

The reason for it mattered little in the end, as the Tyrant WAAAGH! swept through the frontier systems of the Promenade Worlds, practically unopposed by the meager planetary defense forces and men-at-arms present on these planets. The endless tide of aliens tore apart the colonies of the fledgling sector and still hungered for more, and turned it’s sights to the ancient worlds of the Untellatian. As the orks renewed their strength on the spoils of their conquest the noble families of the Mariqette Reach's whipped their vassals and allies into a frenzy. The House of Mariqette was on the verge of being swept over by a green tide of barbaric fury, and they had lost many scions, assets, and entire family lines to the fury of the ork’s invasion already. The militant forces of the Imperium were occupied on the opposite side of the Promenade Worlds, pushing the WAAAGH! back from the Ostarrin Hold, and would promise very little in the way of aid to the far off Mariqette Reach.

Thusly the Lord Mariqette Solteraise the 1st summoned forth the multiple Mariqette lines that held Warrants of Trade allowing for the purchase of war materiel, most notably the Kees-Erraux, Dilante, and Deur-Maute lines. They made for Kar Duniash with all haste, and took to aggressive negotiations and in some cases acts of piracy out of desperation, being far too acutely aware of the destruction coming forth from the Rimward Reaches to care for the agonizing months or even years of due process that would be needed for the release of these vessels into their houses hands. While this was underway the Taghmata and Skitarii Legions of Bellus Prime and forces of House Vulker took to the field of battle, trying to delay the endless deluge of xenos with all the techno-arcane might they could muster. Ancient weapon vaults bearing hideous weapons not thought of in over a millennium were brought forth once more to destroy this menace, obliterating planetary biospheres in irradiated conflagration storms, phosphex bombing campaigns incinerating entire landmasses, and cybernetica constructs considered taboo by the nature of their abhorrent destructive potential commanded forth once more. Entire worlds were lost to these weapons, but it was barely enough to hold back the Tyrant WAAAGH! and the ranks of these ancient bastions of the Machine God were folding to the inconceivably more numerous hordes of their foes.

Many of scions of House Vulker were lost to hold back the greenskins, and cohorts and maniples without number sacrificed to give just another day to House Mariqette’s radical plan. The Knights of House Vulker had sworn binaric-honor pacts and intended to keep them, unto the death of their last son, but the ruling synod of Bellus Prime were becoming wary and uneasy. If the most terrible of relics from Old Night could not hold back this foe, then what? The other forces of the Imperium throughout the sector faced dilemmas of their own, with Incaladion besieged by an entire planetoid commandeered by orks, the worlds of the Ostarrin Hold dedicated to fighting a war very much the same as theirs, on the opposite side of what had once been the Promenade Worlds, and Tigrus facing a systemwide siege. There was no help to be found, from the followers of the Omnissiah or the Emperor, so the most drastic of measures were pursued to ensure the greenskins would not take their world. The biosphere of Bellus Prime was thusly poisoned with meticulous care to ensure it would be wholly inimical to the ork menace, any of the test subjects placed onto the forge world’s surface could not breathe and began to decompose within minutes of exposure.

After this act of self-poisoning the forces of Bellus Prime renewed their efforts, ensured that their home could continue to exist, even if the foe made landfall upon their world. It took still more weeks until the first of the Mariqette’s newly acquired fleet could make it to the frontlines, but once they did the effect was immediate. After witnessing the state of so many of the worlds that once held infinite promise for the noble houses of the sector their course of action was ensured. The fleet of House Mariqette would sweep through the stolen worlds and deny them to the enemy by means of obliteration, boiling oceans with lance batteries, obliterating continents in fusillades of macrocannon fire, and destroying moons and planetoids wholesale with nova cannons. Over the course of the next decade House Mariqette, supplied and followed by the remains of Bellus Prime’s Taghmata and House Vulker’s crusade fleet brought death to the lost worlds of Mankind. The destruction of planets was simply not enough to assuage their ignited rage and they took on the fleets of their sworn enemy head on, tearing them from the void and quite purposely marooning them in decaying orbits, or hauling the hulks into nearby stars.

598.M32 - The Lordly Patrol of the Dead Worlds - At the end of this grisly campaign almost two dozen systems were purgated, and only then did the Tyrant WAAAGH! resign. Though House Mariqette had bolstered its fleet with a score of ships taken from the Battlefleet Ultima command above Kar Duniash now only a half dozen of those ships were still serviceable. A handful of others required extensive refits to be considered voidworthy again, while the rest of the acquired ships were destroyed, either being scuttled as they were overwhelmed, utterly ruined by the alien foe, or in one case taking a whole enemy capital ship into a star’s corona with it while the crews of the two vessels clashed. If it could be considered a victory it was a hollow one. The perception of martial perfection of the Mariqette was marred by the brutal and terrible methods employed to cleanse the worlds of the taint of the greenskins, but their utter dedication to the Imperium would never come into question again. With the closing of the century came the sentencing of House Mariqette for their acts of piracy and theft against the Imperial Navy, presided over by the Lord Marshall of Justice for the Sector Untellatian, the Imperial Naval Review Board, and the Sector Lord himself. After the short 5 month trial the verdict was for the Lord Mariqette Solteraise the 1st and all his heirs to be punished by means of service unto the sector. This service entailed their stewardship over the worlds they had razed, to ensure that the enemies of Man would not ever use that region of space, and would not be able to use it as a route into the sector once more. To this end the Lordly Patrol of the Dead Worlds was established, with a flotilla of craft on near-permanent patrol throughout the breadth of the ruined worlds and multiple servo-automated listening posts stationed throughout the systems of the newly christened “Dead Worlds” as no longer did any of the systems once so full of promise for the Imperium resemble anything habitable.

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heloisedaphnebrightmore · 3 years

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can you recommend me some good Ben Barnes movies/series? im watching the chronicles of marine prince caspian/voyage of dawn trader over me over again because I cannot get over how GOOD he looks but I need more

Oooh hello, here comes my expertise :D So, let’s begin with the more popular ones.

Obviously him being Prince Caspian and King Caspian, you’re already watching that, but just in case anyone needs this, I will write them down.

The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian [Film]

The Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of the Dawn Treader [Film]

I was not a big fan of Caspian as a prince to be honest. Of course, when I was a teenager, sure, but as I grew older I had to realise he was just an entitled little sh*t at times, just like Peter :D So, when I will start writing for Caspian, it will be enemies to lovers xD

I’m assuming I don’t even have to talk about Dorian Gray. It was one of his most popular movies and it will never be forgotten.

Dorian Gray [Film]

It was his next big role after Prince Caspian with a very interesting plot-line if you ask me.

Probably you have also heard about Billy Russo who was played by Ben Barnes, but if you haven’t here you go.

The Punisher [Series]

It is a very good series, but you do have to be prepared for some bloody scenes and shootings and betrayal and all those heavy stuff. It’s not an easy watch, but certainly worth it :)

He also played Logan Delos, who was quite a conflicting character, but I loved him. According to Ben, some of Logan’s characteristics were actually based on him, which I have no idea how true is, but... please tell me more :D

Westworld [Series]

If you like cocky self-destructing bad boys, Logan is for you :D

Another one I thoroughly enjoyed is a movie he shot with Katherine Heigl. He is playing a very laid back guy and I can just see Ben Barnes’ real personality in Ryan Brenner’s character so I just loved it :)

Jackie & Ryan aka Love Me Like You Do [Film]

It’s more like a romantic, closer to real life movie, but it has a certain charm, that I found to be very sweet.

There was also a film where he played Josh Sawyer a father, who got into a car accident with his family. It was quite a heavy film too. [x]

Locked in [Film]

I would say I enjoyed it, it was an interesting concept, however, critics have rated it very low, so I guess it depends on you. I’m not a movie expert so I wouldn’t be able to tell you if technically it’s a good movie or not, I personally liked it.

Anyways, I will not explain every single series and films he has played in, so here are some that are also good to watch from him.

I have watched

Killing Bono [Ben Barnes as Neil McCormick] [Film]

By the Gun [Ben Barnes as Nick Tortano] [Film]

Seventh Son [Ben Barnes as Thomas Ward] [Film]

Easy Virtue [Ben Barnes as John Whittaker] [Film]

I have not watched yet

Gold Digger [Ben Barnes as Benjamin Greene] [Series]

Sons of Liberty [Ben Barnes as Samuel Adams] [Series]

And as very side characters

Stardust [Ben Barnes as Young Dunstan Thorn]

The Words [Ben Barnes as The Young Man]

The Big Wedding [Ben Barnes as Alejandro Griffin]

And of course, his upcoming simp-worthy role as The Darkling/General Kirigan in Shadow and Bone, coming on 23 April 2021 on Netfilx :D

I hope this helps :D

“Reading is my therapy” masterlist

#Heloise's inbox #ben barnes #billy russo #logan delos #nick tortano #neil mccormick #john whittaker #benjamin greene #josh sawyer #prince caspian #king caspian #ryan brenner

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ashensolitude-blog · 7 years

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yOU BEAUTIFUL BOY, SO STRONG, SO WONDERFUL, FACING YOUR TEMPTATIONS, YOUR HORRORS, YOUR NIGHTMARES, YOUR FEARS, AND WINING, AND DEFEATING THEM, AND SAYING NO TO THEM REGARDLESS OF HOW MUCH YOU WANTED TO SAY YES, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, YOU WONDERFUL, WONDERFUL BOY, EDMUND PEVENSIE. <333333

#☯ ¦ ғroм тнaт crazy procraѕтιnaтor wιтн a cнυrro ғor a нearт | out of character ¦#« livewatching: The Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of The Dawn Trader »#(| ❖.by α jυรт & иσblє нєαят υиdєяรтαиdiиg σf нαяdรнiρ ][ Edmund Pevensie |)

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thethistlegirl · 4 years

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Caspian sits against the cold stone wall and wonders what kind of a king he is. The sort who gets himself captured by slavers and chained up to be sold, apparently. He glances along the wall, at the rest of the unfortunate people in the cell with him and his friends, then stares down at his boots. These are the people he's supposed to be helping. He's supposed to end horrors like these. But now, he's sitting here in shackles with them, and as much as he hates to admit it, even to himself, he's afraid.

An alternate (sort of fusion of the book and movie) version of the slave traders section of Voyage of the Dawn Treader!

@bands-space-and-monsters-oh-my My Narnia fic is up! And it’s also my prompt fill for day 28 of Whumptober, although I went for the alternate prompt (Altered States), since I think a king currently being sold as a slave certainly counts as an altered state!

#whumptober2020 #day 28 #altered states #chronicles of narnia #caspian

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bookworlders · 3 years

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