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Elizabeth I of Russia nursing Sophia Frederike back to health: “Her doctors failed to diagnose her illness and became alarmed by her condition, but the princess of Zerbst (Sophia’s mother) seemed unconcerned, when Sophia’s condition worsened, she refused to help the nurse who was attending her, lest the girl were suffering from smallpox (…). Sophia became so ill that a message was sent to inform the Empress of the princess’ condition. Without a moment of hesitation or a thought for her own health and appearance, the empress hastened back to Moscow. Her swiftest horses were harnessed to her carriage, Elizabeth drove back there at break-neck speed. On arrival she sprang from the carriaged and hurried to Sophia’s bedside. She found the girl unconscious, though alive. taking her in her arms, she ordered Lestocq to examine and bleed her. The treatement answered. On regaining consciousness, sophia was astonished to find herself held by the Empress. Her life remained in danger for seventeen more days. During her recovery, Elizabeth scarcely left her. Her devoted nursing undoubtedly saved Sophia’s life. The incident increased the Empress’s affection for the girl”. Elizabeth, Empress of Russia, Tamara Talbot Rice.


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BTS Greek Gods

Zeus - God of the Sky

Symbol: Eagle

Ruler of the Olympian gods. His weapon is a thunderbolt, which he hurls at those who displeased or defied him. Can create all natural phenomena related to the air and the sky, such as storms and intense darkness. At his command, mighty thunders would flash and lightning would roll, wreaking havoc, or the skies would open to rejuvenate the earth with life-giving water.

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anonymous asked:

One question why is their a large lack of large scale big knight orders like the knights templar knights hospitaler and Teutonic Knights even warhammer has the down with the reiksguard knights of the white wolf and knights of Moore so for example I think their would be say a knights of the golden lion and you should make up orders for all the kingdoms

Ok, well you’ve pushed me into it…

  • The Vale: The Brotherhood of Winged Knights, natch. Seven knights to honor the Seven. Chosen by a tourney of no less than 77 applicants to guard the King of the Mountain and Vale for seven years. To honor the memory of Artys Arryn’s victory, the Brotherhood have a custom of insisting that any Arryn who takes the field of battle must don an eighth set of the armor and livery of the Brotherhood, to ensure that his enemies cannot spy him out. And hey, let’s go nuts and say that the Winged Knights are especially feared for their horse-frightening harnesses. 
  • The Riverlands: The Order of the Trident. One of the more recent chivalric orders in Westeros, the Order of the Trident was founded by House Teague in order to bolster their hold on their newly-won kingdom. By their original charter, the knights of the Trident were charged with maintaining the peace on the “roads and rivers of our kingdom,” which led to the construction of many chapter houses at fords and other intersections where travelers could sleep protected - in more recent centuries following the fall of House Teague, many of these chapter houses were abandoned and later converted into inns. This charter also requires each member to maintain a shallow-drafted warship of no less than 10 oars a side, which may explain their ceremonial weapons. Notably, rather than implicitly stating it, only members of the Faith of the Seven are allowed to join, which is why no Blackwood has ever participated and why every single generation of Brackens have held membership (with no less than a dozen grand-masters among them). According to rumor, the Order may have been instrumental behind-the-scenes in many of the rebellions against those rulers who succeeded the Teagues to the crown of the Riverlands - which is probably false…
  • The Westerlands: The Grand and Most Puissant Order of the Golden Mane. Unlike most orders of chivalry in Westeros, the Order of the Golden Mane was primarily not a martial order - rather, the Order was established during the reign of King Norwin Lannister as a means of raising revenue, with membership dues being originally listed at 100 grains of pure gold annually. In exchange for their dues, members were granted knighthoods if they did not already have them, but also a number of privileges including the right to be tried only by the Order, the right to arbitration by the Order in all disputes between fellow members, and even the right to advise the king on “weighty matters.” During the rule of Tytos Lannister, these privileges were badly abused by dozens of social climbers, leading to the diminishment of the order’s prestige and an increase in public disorder, as many used the order’s immunity from normal criminal procedure as a shield against Casterly Rock itself. Shortly before the Reynes of Castamere, Tywin Lannister raised the membership fee to five times the member’s body-weight in gold, and then took advantage of a number of sudden vacancies to have the order declared extinct due to lack of quorum. 
  • The Reach: since the Order of the Green Hand is taken, let’s talk about the Lady Companions of the Blessed Maris. Given the Reach’s love affair with tourneys, pageants, dances, and other social occasions, someone has to do the organizing of the social calendar, otherwise the whole thing goes haywire and vendettas set up. Guided by an inner circle of noblewomen who can trace their descent to Maris the Maid, Rowan Goldenhair, or Ellyn Ever-Sweet (all women of acceptable moral purity, although of course the Gardener Queen was always given a position out of respect for Highgarden), the Lady Companions make sure that each seat of note is appropriately honored with fetes, that there are always enough tourneys to keep the knights occupied while ensuring decent attendance at each, and that enough mixed-gender events are held to ensure that the right young ladies meet the right young men. While the Green Hand may have perished on the field of battle, the work of the Lady Companions continue to this day, although there was much grumbling when a certain Tyrell claimed the Gardener Seat for her house on the grounds that Aegon had deeded Highgarden to them.
  • The Stormlands: The Ancient and Most Honorable Guild of Castlewrights. While the origins of the Guild are lost to legend and myth (some tales claim that the founders of the guild were the assistants of the mysterious Brandon who built the final castle of Storm’s End), the Stormlands takes the construction of castles more seriously than any other realm. To that end, the Durrandon kings gave (in addition to the honor of knighthood) this order the “responsibility for inspecting and maintaining the castles of my kingdom,” along with some fairly wide-ranging powers to commandeer labor and materials to make repairs when necessary for the defense of the realm. Over the centuries, the Guild turned into an order of knights who were experts both in the construction of castles and siegecraft. Many a seemingly desperate siege was won or lost due to the presence of a single Guildman using their authority to take over direction of assault or defense of the castle, especially in the Marches. Famously, the Guildmen take an oath never to allow themselves to be captured alive, lest they be tortured into revealing their occult wisdom. 
  • Dorne: The Knights of the Wells. If there is anything that unites the often fractious peoples of Dorne, it is their common love of horse-riding. Thus, to keep their people happy and distracted, the Martells have organized both hippodrome races and cross-country races for the better part of a thousand years. Recruited from among the ranks of the winners, the Knights of the Wells were trained in the arts of cartography by maesters from Sunspear, given the best sand steeds that the Martells can buy and, formally, charged with little more than accurately mapping the oft-foreboding terrain of Dorne. Informally, the Knights of the Wells were the Martells’ best spies and scouts, who use their superior knowledge of the land to guide the armies of Dorne and track the armies of her enemies, and many wars have been won (or lost) because of the bravery and cunning of these swordless knights. Membership in the Wells is a dangerous proposition, however - both in Aegon’s War and Daeron’s, the order saw casualties of more than nine in ten of their members, with the Targaryens frequently posting lavish bounties for their deaths. Indeed, it was a significant provision of Daeron II’s treaty that the Martells were forbidden from re-establishing the Knights of the Wells, although some claim the order continues in secret…
Humans aren't the dominant species on earth

I know this might seem the exact opposite of what y'all are going on about, but it’s human-related.

So imagine if humans didn’t climb the evolutionary ladder fast enough. If something had already beaten us there. And they tame us and domestic us because of our stamina. We’re like the equivalent of a horse to them. -

The Ryyki were a relatively small species. They looked like a rat- in fact they were the descendants of the ancient species Rattus Norvegicus. Their skulls were quite markedly larger, to accommodate their incredible minds, their paws had four fingers and a thumb instead of just four fingers, their tails were longer, they had larger shoulders, they wore clothing, they had entire empires spanning continents- they were rat’s ultimate evolution.

But they didn’t learn how to farm alone. The plows they build took over 700 Ryyki to even do one farrow, and it took them months which they didn’t have to plow entire fields. 

They needed a creature with lots of stamina, that functions well in packs and alone, that can eat pretty much everything and could adapt to their environment.

Humans filled that niche quite readily. All it took was one Ryyki to capture a human foal and put rings through both nostrils and the entire history of the Ryyki was changed. A special harness was designed. Two rings were pierced into the human’s left and right nostrils respectively (some also pierced the tops of the ears for extra control) and chains were strung through. A harness that fitted over the beast’s head, with a bit that passed under the head and a bit that went in the mouth {something like a horse harness but adjusted to fit humans instead} supported the saddle which sat just on top of the human’s head. The Ryyki would sit in the saddle and use the left and right chains to turn the human left and right by pulling on the respective chains. These simple commands evolved- one pull on both chains means stop, a flick on the left chain means reverse, a flick on both chains means go, a flick on the right chain means run, and so on. The harness was also adapted regularly until footwork joined the commands a Ryyki would have over a human. You could tap the human with your feet in varying patterns to issue various instructions. This of course completely changed everything. Three packs were designed for the humans- one that would go over the back {a backpack, but instead of being put on by placing your arms through it would be fastened on the front with a buckle after wrapping over and under your shoulder} which could hold the most weight and was considered the most practical, one that could be doubled which was slung over one shoulder  {messenger bag but on both sides} which was better if you were aiming to travel quicker and lighter, and one which was basically the first harness but on the front (merchants used this in conjunction with the first one to carry the most stuff with their human.)

Humans enabled the Ryyki to travel far and wide, and of course the more they were domesticated the more they changed. They were bred to have thick ‘soles’ on their feet to travel easier (and special shoes {look like sandals} were developed so you could bring your human onto really rough terrain), to have larger noses for better control and flatter heads for easier sitting, broader shoulders to carry more and even more stamina. There was three main breeds: the dark-skinned Desert breed, the honey-coloured Temperate breed and the pale cream Colder breed. Each was suited to their own environment better.

Do with this what you will.

By OstrichWearingHeadphones :)

As the Clock Strikes Midnight: Yandere!2p Japan x Reader

This is the fanfiction that @blog-that-reblogs won from my giveaway! The story is loosely based off of Cinderella, which was really fun to write. As a side note, I used 2p Japan’s human name, Kuro, since I felt like it helped with the flow of the story. But that’s enough from me, so go ahead and enjoy the story! ^^  

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Suddenly, I stopped dead. I had opened my calendar to the month of August as usual, to write in the neat white box labeled with day and date, a scant summary of the activities completed in the last 12 hours. Sickened, I saw that I had unwittingly completed the last day of August. Tomorrow would be September. God! All the quick futility of my days cascaded upon me, and I wanted to scream out in helpless fury at the hopeless inevitable going on of seconds, days and years. By the time I fill in this page, said I, I will have finished my job, gone home, spent four days at the Cape and either added to or detracted from my relationship with the one man-in-my-life at present, passed or failed my driving test, given my speech at the Smith Club tea, packed my things, and embarked on a merry-go-round among much jingling of bells and harnesses and neighing of horses, to whiz through another year of my life - becoming nineteen (where do they hide the young, tender years?) and beating out some sort of life at Smith ….. crisping into woollen autumn and into the darkening iron of November … and Christmas … vacation - grinding through an icy, mud-grimy January-February-March, and tentatively, unbelievingly, unfolding into another spring, when the damn world makes us think we are as young as we ever were and deceives us by pale lucid skies and the sudden opening of little leaves.
—  The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, diary entry no. 118, August 1951