#mede

[nanah17blog]

Quem se apaixona sempre arruma um jeitinho de conquistar seu objetivo, o amor verdadeiro não mede esforços.

Valentina S2

[raimundcosplay]

WIP of my imperial heavy armour from Skyrim. That leather vest took about 35 hours.... I spared myself the pain and bought a chainmail, because my frustration capacity is low and making chainmail is a chore. Lets see if I will get judged for that XD

[negreabsolut]

Mapa dels dialectes indo-iranians antics, tant els testimoniats com els hipotètics.

Assimilació dels pobles bàltics i arians per parlants de llengües uralianes a les conques de l'Alt Volga i el Volga Mitjà.

Els dialectes indo-iranians antics de l'Orient Mitjà.

[teregetettszennyes]

Het Boerenerf Eylenbosch - Symbiose

[wefindingneverland]

Quando eu te vi a primeira vez eu não sabia da importância que você teria na minha vida mas ao mesmo tempo eu sentia um medo constante. Algo gritava no meu peito falando : “é ele, é ele!” mas não apenas no sentido romantico de “amor da minha vida” mas no sentido de dor. Não foi do dia pra noite, foi gradual, aos poucos você simplesmente se tornou uma das pessoas mais importantes da minha vida e parece que você sempre esteve presente comigo mesmo antes da gente se conhecer... é engraçado mas é tão real esse sentimento de que eu te conheço a minha vida toda... é como se finalmente eu encontrasse, não minha metade mas, meu complemento. 

[scar-sploon]

Gift for @mede-box

This is for you Mede. You're such a big inspiration to me and I love your art and your characters and everything uwu. Keep doing what you are doing because people like it uwu. Including me uwu. Have this sweet bab.

I love angel so much 💕

Reblogs would be great too

[ala-mhinyan]

V :: Matter of Fact

<“Terbish, lunch is ready!”>

<“Okay Badi-maa!”>

Seeing the little girl bounce up like a lightning bolt and zip into the kitchen, rocking back and forth on her heels while her tail twitched back and forth brought such unadulterated joy to C’ohna’s heart—having never expected in her entire life that she could have grandchildren to take care of. But the goddesses were merciful and not only did she have two wonderful grands, there was a third on the way!

The news of her son’s pregnancy always brought her joy that little else in this world could give her and every single time she was reminded of this inalienable truth it sent her heart rocketing through her veins. It was often that members of the tribe would come to her side to console her through her joyful crying, if only so she had a shoulder to keep her upright through the waves of emotions too complicated to sort through but unyieldingly and powerfully positive none-the-less. Nothing healed her splintered soul like the small, dense little miracles that children could give simply by being themselves.

The older woman took a moment to wipe a few stray tears from her eyes with the back of her hand, finishing up her task by ladling a thick, meaty stew over a bed of fresh, fragrant rice—paired with fresh cheese pedha. It’s a simple dish meant to fill the belly; certainly filling enough for Terbish to eat on her own and C’ohna to finish up over the course of a few days. The wooden bowl is passed to the little girl, who eagerly bounds over to the low table and settles on a cushion. The Seeker limps her way over after her granddaughter, setting the fresh pedha and a generous cup of juice next to it for Terbish to enjoy.

<“Wait for it to cool or you’ll burn your tongue, Starshine.”>

<“Kaaayyyy….”> Ah, to be a child again.

C’ohna hummed to herself as she limped away from the low table to the couch nearby, leaning over with a grunt to scoop her arms around Mede and pull him up against her chest. The toddler was in the land between hungry and sleepy, so she knew that feeding him would surely end in sleep. Bottles were pre-prepped through the day by C’tolemy for her to use, along with the occasional treat of solid foods she knew he could eat. With the little boy tucked against her chest with a bottle in his hands, she transitioned back to the table while Terbish was just starting to set into dinner.

All manner of discussion came up around the table; What the best and prettiest flowers were, what Terbish’s favorite color was, what the little girl wanted to do that day, who she was friends with out of the children in the tribe, what she wanted to try on her own, what she wanted for a sweet snack later, what games she wanted to play with this Mel-odee. All of the idea and hopes and dreams of a little girl in a safe place, entertained by her grandmother who cared so deeply about her wishes and wants.

All that the little girl wanted for, C’ohna did her best to provide—though some things were off the table and she was as firm as she could be about those things when they came up. Terbish would wilt and C’ohna would cover her in loud, wet kisses just to get the little girl giggling and flailing about. It was routine—homely. It reminded her when her own home was bustling full of loud, excitable cubs that could chatter on for hours and she would gladly sit there and listen to every second of it.

It didn’t take long for Terbish to finish her meal, for Mede to be fast asleep and for C’ohna to give the little girl the all clear to go out and play in the sun. She was out the door in moments, joyously bouncing and calling to the children below who bounced and called back to her—delighted to see their strange but wonderful friend come out to play. The older woman tucked Mede into an easy sling about her front and made her way out of her cavern home into the sunlight, unable to keep the bright smile from her face.

She would never be able to repay her sons for giving her such a precious gift—this she knew to be fact.

<“Badi-maa! Come on!”>

C’ohna tossed her head back in a delighted laugh, following after Terbish in her usual lumbering way—one hand stroking Mede’s back through the sling while he slept.

<“I’m coming, I’m coming!”>

The sun never shined as brightly as it did with her grandchildren nearby.

[sikeyaout]

Frögë @frog-e-box​

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