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Sweetly, Sweetly Showered the Stars | Oneshot Romance and Fluff Obikin | Rating: T | Words: 3000

Summary: On Naboo, the special star showers occur once every decade, and Padme invites Anakin and Obi-Wan to the event. After years of loving Obi-Wan, Anakin has to decide if he wants to confess his love or continue to keep it hidden.

Inspired by this beautiful art by @human-rocket. Title influenced by a line from "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner" by Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Much thanks to @veloursdor for helping me get unstuck and for @to-proudly-go for being an awesome cheerleader! And huge thanks to @ineffableobikin for betaing!

Anakin walked out to the balcony attached to his room, and he stretched up towards the sky, enjoying the cool morning breeze and the warm sunlight. Crossing his arms behind him and straightening his upper body, he took a deep breath and looked at the view of Naboo's countryside, seeing the Gallo Mountains in the distance and the gently rolling hills in the foreground. The whole place felt like something out of a pastoral fairy tale, making him feel relaxed and at peace, and he welcomed the slower pace for a change.

"Are you ready for the star showers tonight?"

Anakin turned around and faced Obi-Wan walking towards him. His heart fluttered quickly, and he took a deep breath to calm himself as the love of his life came to stand in front of him. How could he not love someone like Obi-Wan? Nobody else could compare in terms of looks, personality, and intelligence. He eyed Obi-Wan discreetly as his master looked out over the balcony, his hands tucked in his sleeves. A peaceful expression graced Obi-Wan’s handsome face, and his perfectly groomed hair and beard tempted Anakin to want to muss it by kissing him and running his hands through those auburn tresses.

"I'm more than ready," Anakin replied, ignoring all his pining thoughts and somehow managing to keep his voice steady. "Padme did go on that long poetic monologue describing the last star showers she saw ten years ago."

"Can you blame her? It must be beautiful."

Not as beautiful as you.

Anakin turned his gaze back to the scenic views, willing himself not to blush and give in to his emotions. "It was good timing that we were able to accept her invitation."

"Very much so. She was very gracious in inviting both of us," Obi-Wan agreed. "Speaking of Padme, we should go join her for breakfast."

"All right."

Obi-Wan headed out first, with Anakin following a few steps behind. Thinking about what was to come later, Anakin wondered about tonight, wondered how he should confess -- whether he should even confess. He dreaded the rejection that may result from his confession, but at the same time, he was tired of hiding his feelings. He was attached to his former master in ways that went against the Code, but Anakin's love for Obi-Wan prevailed with the might of his stubbornness. All he wanted was Obi-Wan's love and heart, Obi-Wan's warm body in his arms, as they cuddled together.

He could still be a good Jedi and not let his love for Obi-Wan get in the way of his duties. That was what he truly believed. He also believed that the Force had given him its approval whenever he had a moment to meditate, feeling their gentle pulses when he became a part of it. But still he hesitated. Will of the Force or not, he didn't want to face this with his usual boldness, for Obi-Wan was much too precious for him to lose by being impulsive. Still, he needed to do something soon; he'd dawdled long enough.

*****

"Tonight will be the perfect chance, you know."

Anakin leaned back against the couch and looked sideways at Padme. "Perfect chance for . . . ?"

She rolled her eyes as she gave him a look and poked his cheek gently. "Don't play dumb, Ani."

He grinned and sobered quickly. "Dunno if I can, Pads. I'm tired of hiding, but I don't know if I can stomach his rejection. What if everything changes for the worse?"

"Didn't you say that it felt right in the Force -- your feelings for him?" she asked, bringing up one of her soft hands to cup his cheek. He leaned into the reassuring touch, glad that their friendship was one where they could show affection and not worry about it being weird or sexual.

He sighed, trying his best to calm his mind. "Yeah, but it's still not an easy thing to do."

"Well, as the great motivational speaker Essel Jaksun would say, 'Stop being a motherfucking idiot and just do it'."

"Pads!" he exclaimed and laughed at the same time. "I can't believe you!"

"Why? Because he looks way too similar to Master Windu?"

" . . . No. Just don't imitate him. Please."

She giggled and reached over to hug him tightly. She whispered in his ear, "Do something tonight. The two of you can have fun at the festival. Just forget about the war for one night and let yourself be happy."

Without saying anything, he hugged her back and buried his face against her shoulder, so grateful for her friendship, understanding, and love. Whatever happened tonight, he would handle it, good or bad, but deep inside, he hoped desperately for Obi-Wan to reciprocate his love. At the least, if he did get rejected, Padme had a huge stash of wine he could drown his sorrows in and suffer from a massive hangover tomorrow; however, he reflected, he’d prefer to get drunk on love rather than wine.

*****

The festival was massive, with hundreds of people out, and it was crowded, but not to the point of feeling crushed. Booth after booth lined the streets, with a variety of smells and sounds coming from them. Exuberant cheering and laughter could be heard everywhere, the excitement drawing Anakin in as the blissful energy grew in his heart and spread throughout his body.

Padme had left them alone, saying she'd promised to explore the festival with her nieces. Anakin had no complaints -- not when he could pretend that he was on a date with Obi-Wan -- albeit a very one-sided date, but it still counted in his book.

Bit by bit, with Obi-Wan by his side, they both leisurely strolled around the festival and took in the whole scene. Anakin personally enjoyed seeing the food booths, even venturing out to try some of the local delicacies. His favourite treat was the carp-shaped pastry filled with red-bean paste with a name he'd never remember. He'd also happily tried some boiled silkworms, which were quite crunchy with a savoury flavour. The look of pure disgust on Obi-Wan's face made him laugh.

"It's not that bad, Master," Anakin commented as he finished the last of it.

Obi-Wan shook his head hard. "I'll take your word for it."

"Oh!" Anakin exclaimed and pointed at the darts game. "Let's play. Best two out of three?"

"You're on," Obi-Wan said, raising an eyebrow while his eyes twinkled.

Anakin didn't remember who won their little competition, for he was extremely distracted by such a relaxed and cheerful Obi-Wan. It'd been so long since they'd been able to just unwind and not worry about the war. Obi-Wan's eyes didn't look as haunted and exhausted as they did a few days ago, his former master's grimaces now turned to light smiles with soft chuckles that didn't sound so forced.

This was the man whom Anakin had fallen in love with; seeing Obi-Wan like this made his heart fill with elated delight and made his stomach do nervous flips. He wanted to pull Obi-Wan into his embrace and never let him go, war and Jedi life all be damned.

But Anakin behaved and kept his hands and thoughts to himself as they wandered around the festival, content to hear Obi-Wan go on excitedly about obscure facts that only he would know. Anakin listened with half an ear, as he smiled and nodded in the right places, hoping he didn't come off with a goofy lovestruck expression.

When they ran into Padme, all three greeted each other before he saw the "knock down the bottles" game, saw the stuffed animals lining the booth, and said, "Pads! I'm going to win you that super ugly stuffed loth cat -- that glittery neon purple and green one!"

Padme blinked and her face took on a horrified expression when her eyes landed on the stuffed animal. "Oh, no, Ani! Absolutely not!"

"I insist! Take it as my gratitude for your invitation to this event." Anakin ignored Padme's sputtering and he gave Obi-Wan a big grin. "Don't you think that'd match her interior?"

"No comments from me," Obi-Wan answered blandly, his face having gone into a blank mask for a brief moment before it returned to one of him looking slightly amused.

Anakin frowned to himself, wondering why Obi-Wan's mood had shifted, wondering why he'd looked off for a few seconds. He briefly pondered if he did something wrong -- was it that bad of an idea to win a prize for his best friend or was exhaustion catching up to Obi-Wan? Knowing that this was not the place nor time to resolve this new mystery, he set aside his investigator persona and went up to the booth to win Padme the stuffed loth cat. He easily won the game and accepted the prize, and he practically shoved the prize into Padme's chest gleefully. "Don't say I never did anything for you!"

Padme's resigned look just made him laugh. Obi-Wan also chortled next to him, but Anakin didn't miss the weird emotions he felt in the Force. But before he could question it further, Padme said, "It's almost time! Let's go to the balcony."

Anakin followed behind them with a mix of emotions swirling inside of him. The star showers would happen soon, and he had to decide what to do with his love for Obi-Wan. He briefly closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He would do something -- he just had to figure out the best course of action within the next half an hour.

*****

Before Padme left them on their private balcony, she gave Anakin a "you better do something or I will make you regret giving me that horrendous stuffed nightmare" look, and Anakin returned the look with a smirk. With Obi-Wan, they walked up to the balcony's end; Anakin stood straight and crossed his arms, while Obi-Wan bent and leaned against the bar.

Below them, there were hundreds of people standing around, all looking upwards, eager to see the promised star showers. The thrums of excitement were contagious, and Anakin felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness. To hide his conflicting emotions, he turned to teasing.

"Your back killing you, Old Man?"

Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow at him. "It's not nice to mock your elders, Anakin."

"So you are admitting you're old?"

" . . . I'm not that--"

Many people below them gasped, and then a hush fell over the entire place as everyone looked upwards to see the start of the much-anticipated star showers. Against the night sky, the stars shone brightly and then fell around them at different rates. Some showered down quickly, much like someone sprinkling salt over them. Others came down slower, like snow gently falling from the sky as it left behind trails of fading light.

Padme wasn't kidding -- the star showers were breathtakingly gorgeous. Anakin stared at them in awe for a minute or so, and then he glanced over at Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan's entire demeanour spoke of pure admiration as he stared at the sky with a gentle smile, eyes sparkling like the falling stars around them, lips parting as he took a deep breath.

Anakin turned his gaze completely towards Obi-Wan, as if he'd developed tunnel vision, unable to see anything but his master next to him. He could feel the Force dance and sing around them, completely hypnotised. He was so hyper-fixated on Obi-Wan, that he'd almost missed what Obi-Wan said next.

"They're quite beautiful, aren't they?"

"Yes, Master. Beautiful," he responded softly, eyes never leaving Obi-Wan's face. He swallowed hard against his suddenly dry throat, willing the Force to give him the courage to take the next step. He allowed his thoughts of not as beautiful as you to escape from behind his shields and he reached out with invisible hands, pouring all the love he could bring himself to give into their bond.

Seconds ticked, followed by a long pause as Anakin's eyes never left Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan finally turned to look at him, and their eyes met. Without breaking eye contact, Anakin reached out with his flesh hand and cupped Obi-Wan's cheek while he stroked the sharp cheekbone with his thumb.

"Anakin?" Obi-Wan breathed out as his bright blue eyes became half-lidded.

Stepping closer, Anakin murmured, "They are not as beautiful as you, Master."

Obi-Wan leaned closer into his touch, and Anakin felt his heart jump with joy as hope spread all over him. He moved in even closer, the desire to kiss him growing stronger. But then Obi-Wan's eyes opened up all the way, and he took a step back with a confused expression. "What about Padme?"

Anakin jerked back in bewilderment, dropped his hand, and gave Obi-Wan a befuddled look. "Padme?"

"You two are not as subtle as you think," Obi-Wan continued. "I understand you two have feelings for each other, and while it does go against the Code . . . I want nothing but happiness for you."

" . . . How did you come to that kriffing conclusion?" Anakin exclaimed. "Padme is just my best friend!"

"Earlier today, I saw you two on the couch. And you also did win that monstrosity for her."

Anakin paused. Though Obi-Wan had stayed calm and showed no emotions outwardly, through the Force, he felt an undercurrent of . . . was that jealousy?

He thought back to what had happened earlier today and tried to see the situation from Obi-Wan's perspective; he supposed they did come off as a couple from a certain point of view. But he still asked incredulously, "Are you jealous?"

"Jealous? What -- yes, I mean, no -- where did you get that idea?!" Obi-Wan floundered very uncharacteristically.

With the stars still falling around them, Anakin snorted and began to snigger hard. "You are so jealous."

"I. Am. Not."

"And I'm going to live in a sand castle," Anakin said dryly. Then Obi-Wan's earlier words came to the front of his mind, which made him say, "You said . . . you want nothing but happiness for me."

Obi-wan gave him a slight frown. "I did."

Taking a deep breath, Anakin reached for the courage somewhere inside his rapidly thumping chest and continued, "What if my happiness meant being with you? I love you, Obi-Wan -- it's always been you. It was never Padme. I want to be with you."

The frown melted off of Obi-Wan's face as his eyes softened and his lips quirked up in a gentle smile. Anakin nearly jumped in surprise when he felt Obi-Wan's calloused fingers caressing his cheek. "Oh, my dearest, I feel the same way. But the Code--"

"No, no, no. Do not bring up the Code, Master," Anakin begged, eyes closing tight on their own accord, his hand coming up to rest on top of Obi-Wan's, whose hand was still on Anakin's cheek. "Please -- the Code is outdated. Attachment can be dangerous, but my attachment to you is not that at all. Because of you, I want to be a better person, want to prove to you how much I love and care for you. I know you will want some time to think about this, and I will give you as long as you want. Just don't--"

Anakin stopped his desperate rambling when a pair of lips met his own -- soft, warm lips, which were framed by the beard that tickled his cheeks faintly. Obi-Wan was kissing him.

To quote the great Essel Jaksun (thanks a lot, Padme), holy motherfucking shit. He's kissing me! Obi-Wan's really kissing me!

Before Anakin could kiss back, Obi-Wan broke the kiss and moved his head back slightly and said, "You didn't let me finish."

Anakin couldn't bring to feel any remorse as he felt nothing but euphoria inside of him that made him want to yell out to the whole galaxy that Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi Master, High General of the Grand Army of the Republic, the Negotiator, had just kissed him. Trembling so much from the emotions that were ready to burst out of him, he rested his forehead against Obi-Wan's forehead, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and whispered, "Go ahead."

"The Code -- I was raised by the Code and I was determined to follow it. But when I began to have feelings for you, I began to question the Code and all that it states about attachments, and about how there is no passion, but serenity. Why can't we have both, as long as we can balance them?"

"I hope that is a rhetorical question because I can’t think of anything but kissing you again," Anakin admitted with no shame. He turned to look back at the sky, and he saw that the star showers were still occurring. Turning his gaze back to Obi-Wan, he tilted his face and leaned in close until only a hair’s breadth separated their lips. "I want us to kiss again right under the star showers."

Obi-Wan responded by closing the tiny gap, and their lips met once more. They kept still for several seconds and then Obi-Wan -- or was it him -- Anakin wasn't sure, and it surely didn't matter in the long run -- deepened their kiss. Lips parted, tongues met, and Anakin felt like he was drowning in his desires. The kiss was amazing and felt a lot better than anything he'd had imagined. As ridiculous as it sounded later, right now, he really wished time would stop and keep them here forever, under the beautiful star showers, away from the war and all their responsibilities.

He felt the Force sing to him, and it sounded like, "Sweetly, sweetly showered the stars / the wandering souls have come afar / never apart forevermore / as those who love will always soar."

When the star showers ended, Anakin's mind stayed on those words from the Force, and he pulled Obi-Wan into a tight embrace. "I love you."

"And I love you, my dearest."

As the night went on, and when they finally retired to one room, the love and hope the star showers gave Anakin stayed with him. It was a night he could never forget, a night of new beginnings for the two wandering souls amongst the stars.

~ Fin ~

A03 URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52417552

#my fic #obikin #obikin fic #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #padme amidala #based off a fanart #essel jaksun needs to be a thing now #human-rocket is bloody amazing

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vesemirsexual · 1 year ago

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Minor Women in The Witcher 3:

Note: this is not the full list of every woman found in-game, however a list of many minor woman that do appear.

• Anabelle - Plague maiden from Fyke Island. In love with a local fisherman (Graham) but her father (Lord of Velen) disapproved. During a Nilfgaardian invasion, fled to Fyke Island to hide in a mage tower with her family. Took a paralysis potion to protect herself from assault when peasants stormed the tower, however when she woke she was unable to move, everyone else was dead, and rats descended on them, hence her ghost from a grisly death.

• Anna Strenger - Wife of the Bloody Baron, mother of Tamara Strenger. Fled from the Baron, his drunken rages and beatings, with her daughter. The Crones placed a curse on her which turned her into a monster after making a pact with them to abort her pregnancy, and she is dragged into Crookback Bog to repay her debt.

• Anisse - Young Aretuza graduate.

• Aynara - orphan found in Crookback Bog.

• Bea - Barmaid in Novigrad, non-human sympathiser and a friend of Ciri.

• Bergthora - Wife of Eiric in Skellige.

• Birna Bran - Widow of the King of Skellige, engaged in a conspiracy that ends in a massacre at Kaer Trolde due to her disdain with customs and wish to establish a hereditary rulership.

• Carthia van Canten (Cantarella/Sasha) - Head of Nilfgaardian Secret Service.

• Catarina - Actor in the Foxen.

• Corinne Tilly - Oneiromancer (deciphering the past and present in dreams).

• Dolores Reardon - Old woman, ran away from her Temerian wealthy family with her lover.

• Dora - young woman harassed by thugs who Geralt walks home (even though she can take care of herself).

• Edna var Attre - Daughter of a Nilfgaardian ambassador, twin sister to Rosa.

• Elsa - Innkeeper in White Orchard.

• Eveline Gallo - Circus acrobat, accomplished thief and an elf.

• Felicia Cori - Young aspiring sorceress, former Philippa pupil, burned by the Church of the Eternal Fire.

• Gretka - Girl which Ciri saves from wolves in Velen.

• Ingrid Vegelbud - Daughter of Patricia Vegelbud.

• Irina Renarde - Leader of the Foxen (Mummers troupe), an actor.

• Jacquette - Young woman who is engaged to a knight errant of Toussaint.

• Jonna - Alchemist in Rannvaig.

• Josta - Priestess of Freya.

• Jutta an Dimun - Shield maiden on Faroe, clan Dimun.

• Karli - Mother of two sons killed by a dragon in Fyresdal.

• Kurisu - Kidnapped by pirates, escapes and is found around Freyas Temple.

• Lena - Young woman attacked by a griffin while sneaking out to meet her Nilfgaardian lover.

• Liesje - Farmer and wife in White Orchard.

• Marabella - Teacher in Novigrad, poet and fond of horses.

• Margrit (Margaret) - Sister of Niellen's missing wife.

• Maria Louisa La Valette - Foltests mistress. A baroness, has two illegitimate children by Foltest.

• Marlene de Trastamara - Noble woman who turns away the wrong beggar and is cursed.

• Marquise Serenity - Madame at the Passiflora.

• Matilda de Vermentino - Owner of the Vermentino vineyard.

• Molly - Maid or noblewoman, depending on previous player choices.

• Nissa - Elven comedienne in The Puffins troupe.

• Patricia Vegelbud - Matriach of the Vegelbud family.

• Pinastri - Lapsed Eighth Day Flagellant, herbalist.

• Polly - Choreogapher in Novigrad. Dandelion used to hide out in her house.

• Rosa var Attre - Daughter of the Nilfgaardian ambassador, twin sister of Edna. Fencer.

• Sara - Godling "haunting" a house in Novigrad.

• Sweet Nettie - Sex worker, potential serial killer victim.

• Tamara Strenger - Witch hunter, daughter of the Bloody Baron. Fled with her mother, and joined the witcher hunters so she would be able to survive trekking into the bog to save her.

• Thecla - Wise woman in the village below Bald Mountain. Seeress.

• Vernossiel - Leader of a small Scoia'tael commando group.

• Viki - Shipwreck survivor, sheltering a young boy in Widows grotto.

• Vivienne de Tabris - Lady in waiting to Anna Henrietta. Cursed to turn into a bird when the moon is out.

#it's woman time #tw3 #the witcher 3 #katie txt

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veeagainsttheday · 7 months ago

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⭐️ for the directors commentary please!

I chose to talk about The World Beyond because I just flew from Denver to Las Vegas and back (with about 48 hours in between) and the view out the plane was a. amazing and b. covered a lot of the ground described in this fic.

Canyonlands National Park and the Colorado River

The great crime that is Lake Mead

The Colorado Rockies (with bonus ski area)

Ok enough vacation photos! I saw someone on ofmd twitter asking for a Mad Max AU and I thought, well, I might as well be the post-apocalyptic desert fic I want to see in the world and wrote this.

I listed a lot of inspirations in the original notes for the fic, but truthfully I have lived and worked in this area for a lot of my life and my work is environmental and involves thinking a lot about scarce water resources, so this felt like a natural thing to write about.

I had a great time including the Siete Gallos storyline, which I had convinced myself was going to play a role in s2 - I had this whole theory about what happened to Jim's brother and him appearing in s2 to continue Jim's storyline, but I actually love what they did with Jim in s2 so I am not disappointed that we never heard about the Siete Gallos again.

In fact, this was my first attempt to write an AU that was set in a hypothetical s2 - I'd written some canon era stuff that theorized what might happen in s2, but i felt interesting to write an AU that was aiming to hit the beats of s2. I'm not here to Monday morning quarterback how well I hit those beats (especially not after what the Las Vegas Raiders did to the Denver Broncos in this fic), but I feel like I had a good grasp of the characters.

I had a lot of fun writing what happened to each of the states visited in the story, especially Las Vegas and Colorado. Having just been to Las Vegas, I have absolutely no doubt that in a post-apocalyptic scenario, Las Vegas would have some wild plan to survive.

I haven't written too many Ed and Stede wedding scenes, but I don't think I'll ever top this one. That church is based on a building you can see south of Telluride on Colorado State Highway 145. The view from the "church" includes, depending on your definition of "glacier", the furthest south glaciers in the Rocky Mountains.

#veewrites #ofmd fanfic #directors commentary

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eggman91 · 11 months ago

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random dnd worldbuliding stuff I quess of the world of edo

ok so I play dnd with my friends for years now and over that time we bulid up our world with random stuff also some wargames play a part and existing stuff but yeah here 5 random things that I got written down in my world book warning I may ramble

5 cult of hastut (made by my brother he play couple of clerics and paladins of this faith)

while the follower of hastut covered in scars and blood rushing into battle like gore mad berserkers, they are the quite opposite of what you think they would be.

They are followers of god of justice, the god of fairness of sacrifice. No one know where the worship began but the legend said it hastut was a mortal man his village had committed some great crime and so the gods punish them But he hastut step up to take all the punishment for his people all all know torture and pain hastut was still standing all his skin gone his eyes burned suffer pain greatly then any other and so he ascended to the pantheon or not .became his own god

his followers ranges form the scars of the free who fight the southern slavers city states of gash freeing the slaves there to the order of broken hand giving shelter and food to the poor in the herzland “a odd sort ain’t a mad and flaying their own skin i don’t how they still live by they they kill slavers so cool by me “ gallo a member of the one anti-slavers groups in gash hilllands

4 cor’Quessir ath swi “‘’king of swing” (made by me as a dm and warlock

A Fae being of sorts a one focus on music partying and having a good time his worship and followers bought many strange things to edo such as jazz swing and other stuff other fashion trend like top hats

(but that a myth the first top hats was made by the Halfling of erdia and it was common for those wearing top hats to be attack by religious fanatics or anti-fae people but that practice stop after marley one of the major naval power government officials and lords start to wear them so that became uncivilized thing)

not hav seen this king of swing himself in ages but his court is still playing the Savoy in his realm the band still popping there was one time a bunch of city goblins who was influenced by the fae king they along with the local ratmen form a family of sorts a criminal family in the city of sunhaven which spread to other cities

3 Olaf murinson (this mostly happen in games of one page rules and this happen the most recently and don’t underestimate dwarf miners they got bombs)

in the fourth age like that of the elves the dwarves was falling many holds and fortress was lost to greenskins the underdark or the underearth was losing to drow and other creatures of the dark and infighting and clan wars was numerous and mirrormere stars was fading the oldest mountain hold the twin peaks was still ruled by a dragon

(fun fact, one of the games actually involve that dragon muratasxa and my player actually help her)

it was not looking good for the dwarves of all kin but in the hold of kelgathgard a thane rose after a battle with the men of the herzland and this thane Olaf murinson of clan blackshovel rose though many things the battle of kegath hold (Pepsi hold) the battle of the ruined house (there was a magic gem of the old elven Phoenix empire and he was able to get it) he united the northern leagues and clans into a new high kingdom which spead to the new holds like the south an across the sea ( fun fact dwarves try to build a navy to fight the eleven one in the secondth age the great stone fleet was quickly erased form the history stones)

reforging the old dwarven kingdom even with the slag or petty dwarves form the Kodar mountains trying heal the rift he basically dwarven, Charlemagne and Aurelian and ( my players did join in those efforts when we played an All dwarf party as a one off but that was happening on a different continent then we normally played) but before Olaf could reclaim the twin peaks he was slayed in battle by undead but his kingdom did not collapse a council of leagues thane and petty kings try to hold it together who knows but the kodar dwarves already left who knows if the kingdom of rock and stone fall again or will it hold?

2 elves yay😕 most like elven falls

Ok so elves start as the first race made by the earthmother or light goddess or elune or whatever they was the first to fight teh shadows of old myth and drove them back to there plane of darkness and these elves was the most of unearthly tall and black eyes but after a time there children became tire to the world and embraced more civilizations naming nature elune or whatever which confused there older kin (like why pray to this earthmother there. Perfectly good tree over there and etc)

these elves would raise as the high elves or ella’quor and rivaling with the dwarves and the left over giants and dragons (which they got there magic form the dragons)but then boom first demon invasion that never destroy them but boom Elrond came and destroyed them destroying the portal gate, whatever that was bringing them into the world( those demons who was left later interbreed and became Teifling and etc)forming his Phoenix empire that would last 300 years

then like the eldar decadence, hedonism, self-righteous end that was the Phoenix empire at it end wizard kings rule and princes fought each other over petty things cults of dark gods like lolth or kahine rose and well then the human migrations happen coming from the north with there serpent ships so like rome they panic there armies was overglorify spearelves and well they turn to magic to stop them…oh shit they got magic too like runes and thennic magic

(thenns was a large cultural group of the humans migrations, mostly settling in the western continent many was with the East there magic a mix of tomb necromancy and runes and minor magics and since there was more shamans then there was wizard kings and minor elven sorcerers well quantity over quality )so they turn to blood Mages and there flesh crafted starting off from the basic gremlin and ogre throw in some capture humans the greenskins was born orcs and goblins of many different breeds along with anthros(breath in wulfen tirgans marleians foxvisn and etc etc )and minor stuff like centaurs they sent them to go fight the human well just like rome that backfired hopefully the oven empire fell apart many fled but many more was slaughtered The Elven groups that survived were divided into two groups, light and dark, which was extremely bias light made up of remained high elves wood elves and snow elves dark made of drow and many many different dark elves groups (also sea elves but those freaks are just jumped up, ancient pirates)

1 infernal and the abyss

What is hell? Where the souls of the Damned are sent? Infernal id just normal dnd hell princess and all etc throw in some seven deadly sins and chaos gods but

The deeper you go, you arrive to the abyss with no demon of a infernal dared to go for they are just the imps compared to what down there true hell laid there abandon all hope who enters there.

any questions?

#Dnd #world building #god this is long and this is not every detail I could put in here #But we would be here all day #fantasy world #rambling

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sw5w · 11 months ago

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Jar Jar Hangs On

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 01:57:39

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scorpioisabel · 11 months ago

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40/100 The year of the dragon has begun 🐉

At the beginning of the Chinese lunar year, we leave the water rabbit behind to welcome the wooden dragon sign.

In the Chinese zodiac, each year represents a different animal out of 12, so your zodiac sign is marked depending on the year you were born.

These are: rat, ox, tiger, rabbit, dragon, snake, horse, goat, monkey, rooster, dog and pig. In addition to that, each animal is combined with one of the symbols of nature: metal, water, wood, fire and earth.

The dragon is the fifth animal of the Chinese zodiac and represents power, wisdom, strength and good luck.

Here is a dragon on the mountain hill and the girl, with the niji style.

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Al comienzo del año lunar chino, dejamos atrás el conejo de agua para dar la bienvenida al signo de dragón de madera.

En el zodiaco chino, cada año representa un animal diferente de entre 12, por lo que tu signo zodiacal se marca dependiendo en el año que hayas nacido. Estos son: rata, buey, tigre, conejo, dragón, serpiente, caballo, cabra, mono, gallo, perro y cerdo.

Además de eso, cada animal se combina con uno de los símbolos de la naturaleza: metal, agua, madera, fuego y tierra.

El dragón es el quinto animal del zodíaco chino y representa el poder, la sabiduría, la fuerza y la buena suerte.

Aqui esta un dragón en la colina de la montaña y la niña, con el estilo niji

#happy new year #happy chinese new year #happy lunar new year #dragon art #year of the dragon #midjorneyart #art by artificail intelligence #midjourney #ai artwork

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blacktopmemories · 1 year ago

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Playlist for Saturday, December 9, 2023

Helena Deland - "Night Soft as Silk" Molly Burch - "Unconditional" Hot Bagel - "Bug Crawl" Jeff Rosenstock - "Doubt" The Starting Line - "Given the Chance" Moneen - "Are We Really Happy with Who We Are Right Now" Ron Gallo - "Big Truck Energy" Goalie Fight - "Harden You Heart" Alltheflowers - "Gram's Song" Bombay Bicycle Club - "Sleepless" Kevin Devine - "Couldn't Be Happier" The Decemberists - "16 Military Wives" Frank Turner - "If I Ever Stray" Frightened Rabbit - "Swim Until You Can't See Land" The Mountain Goats - "Clean Slate" Iron and Wine - "Woman King" (live) Faith Healer - "I'm a Dog" Teenage Fanclub - "Foreign Land" Julien Baker - "Everything to Help You Sleep" From Indian Lakes - "Sleeping Limbs" We Were Promised Jetpacks - "Safety in Numbers" The Gaslight Anthem - "Empires" Teen Idle - "Birthday Cake" Marnie Stern - "Earth Eater" Tim Kasher - "A Lullaby, Sort Of" Matt Pryor - "Kinda Go to Pieces" xo - b. To download or stream the show, click here!

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firstumcschenectady · 1 year ago

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“Our Prayer” based on Psalm 71:1-6, Matthew 6:9-13

In June, after we celebrated the life of Walter Grattidge, I was walking through the sanctuary with the intention of putting my microphone away. Three people were in the sanctuary, seemingly admiring the stained glass, which was a little unusual because Dottie Gallo's cooking creations were available at that time in Fellowship Hall.

I believe I said something incredibly profound, like “I'm putting my mic away, but while I'm here, can I help you with anything?” The answer was unexpected.

The three people turned out to be a mother, a daughter, and the daughter's husband. The mother was raised in this church, and was a teenager in the 1940s when Rev. Dr. Lee Adkins Sr. was pastor here. I've heard wonderful things about the ministry of Rev. Dr. Adkins Sr., but the story she told was the best one yet:

She was a curious and thoughtful young person, and she struggled with the stories she heard in Sunday School and how she was taught to interpret them. In her frustration, she went to Rev. Adkins to ask him some pointed questions. (Already, I'm loving this story – right? She's feisty, she's good at Biblical interpretation, and she has access to the Sr. Pastor as she should.)

She named her concerns, and in response he ask her to listen to a story. His story was this:

When he was a young man he was struggling to decide what to do with his life. One day, he was hiking, and when he got to the top of a mountain, and the sky opened up before him, he saw written in the clouds “Preach,” and he knew his life's work.

He then told her to go home, think about his story, and come back in a week or two and explain it to him. She did. She thought long and hard about it. When she returned she said to him, “I do not believe that the clouds actually said 'preach.' I think you were moved by the beauty and sense of awe around you, and you found within yourself clarity on your life's work, and the best way you can communicate that is to say that the clouds spelled out 'preach.'”

Now -get this – this is my favorite part. He said, “OK, go home and think about it for another week or two and come back again.” Now, she said that she was really wanting to give the “right” answer and it was quite distressing to be sent away to try again. But she did, and when she came back said to him, “I stand by my answer.” And he smiled and said, “good.”

He affirmed her capacity to think, to interpret, to use her reason, and in doing so gave her ways to approach the Bible and the world.

She said that she was taking her family on a tour of her life, and they were in Schenectady so she could show them the church. (They live in Western Canada I think.) The following day we were having our combined Pride services, and they'd known about that and just walked by hoping to get in. Her family had left Schenectady soon after the story she told me, her father's job changed. But for her that conversation with her pastor opened up the world. She is now a great-grandmother, and she talked about being formed by that permission to be curious and reasonable, and how in her family there are now 4 generations of people who are who they are because she was given permission to THINK about her faith by her pastor.

I've been holding this story (not perfectly, sometimes it slips out because it is so good), but holding it for preaching for this day. Because when we think about Homecoming and what it means to come home to this church, I think that story has some pretty central themes about who this church has been and who this church is.

This is a place where faith and reason are welcome together. This is a place where curiosity is welcome. This is a place where people know that the Bible's truths are often shared in metaphor. This is a place that seeks to form people with permission giving, rather than limitations.

Which gets me to a second central piece of how I know you, First Schenectady United Methodist Church. Some years ago now when asking parents about what color blanket they wanted for their baby's baptism, their response was “We'd like a rainbow blanket, because we want our child to know they will be loved as whoever they are.” I completely copied them when it was my turn ;)

One of the many joys of being the pastor here has been the chance to get to know people who were raised in this church as I have worked with them to prepare the Celebrations of Life for their parents. I know of any stories of the church's children of the 20th century being wrapped in rainbow. However, as I've gotten to know those who were raised in the church, I've been astounded to find some deep similarities.

The men who were raised in this church are unusually kind, considerate, empathetic, gentle, and thoughtful. The women who were raised in this church are usually self-assured and able to be appropriately assertive. Let's be honest, those things both break gendered stereotypes, but fit the fullness of the human experience. This church raised people with the space to be the best and most authentic version of who they were, and made space and capacity to reject the norms of society that put people into boxes.

I was able to put my finger on what was so extraordinary several years ago now, and it has been really fun to see my theory confirmed over and over again since.

Dear ones, the impact of this church in the world is HUGE – even if all we count is how the people raised in this church were given the love, space, and capacity to become fully themselves. This church has been a counter-cultural force for good for a VERY LONG TIME.

This church has been doing God's work for a long time.

Thank God.

And thank you.

I have been reminded this week of how beautiful and delightful this world really is. And it is beautiful even while it is broken. The beautiful and the broken are simply both true.

As people of faith, we are given the great gift of being reflective about how we respond to the world. So much of what we do together is reflecting on what is good, what is God, and how we can respond. We have the chance to think about, and practice, centering down with God, centering down to relationships, centering down to simply enjoy the goodness of life – and then using the energy we have gathered in the centering down to seek justice for God's people. Isn't that a wonderful thing to get to do??

The Lord's Prayer is full of layers of meaning, has been examined with rich study, and there are translations of it that make my heart stir. We can't get into most of that in an even vaguely reasonable time frame, so I just want to focus today on the last line in our reading, “and do not bring us to the time of trial, but rescue us from that which is evil.” The rescue is sometimes deliverance, and deliverance is interesting in the Bible because it is the original meaning of salvation. As Dr. Gafney says, “Salvation in the Hebrew Bible is physical and material deliverance or rescue of an individual or community from enemies.”1

The rescue that we need, the deliverance that we need, changes with time, changes with the communities we live in, changes with our own needs. But the reason this prayer still resonates all these years later in all kinds of different places is that a need for rescue is a pretty common human experience.

Yolanda Norton translates that line as “separate us from the temptation of empire and deliver us into community.”2

Thank God that God HAS delivered us, into community, into THIS community, beautiful and broken as this one is, it helps us be a part of rescuing the world. Thank God. Amen

1Wilda Gafney, A Women's Lectionary for the Whole Church (New York, NY: Church Publishing, 2021), 284.

2Gafney, 285

Rev. Sara E. Baron First United Methodist Church of Schenectady 603 State St. Schenectady, NY 12305 Pronouns: she/her/hers http://fumcschenectady.org/ https://www.facebook.com/FUMCSchenectady

September 17, 2023

#thinking church #progressive christianity #schenectady #fumc schenectady #umc #first umc schenectady #sorry about the umc #rev sara e baron #Homecoming #Stories #Community

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