#Kari the ethereal

[mothinabottle]

"Well, yes, Sydney is actually my little brother. How did you know?"

...I mean, I am pretty sure that's not the case, but it would actually be really funny for an AU lol

Like, turns out you actually had a secret sibling and guess what? It's your fucking mentor. Maybe your dad had too much fun in his teenage years 😭

@troycattribunny you are giving me wayy too many ideas with only your reblog 🤔

[mothinabottle]

Well, for the three main ones...

Kari would be a Suspiro a la limeña

Hana would be a tiramisu

May would be a japanese cheesecake

(I wouldn't know about flavours of ice cream, though. That would be more difficult to choose)

Hi hi hello ^-^

For those of you who are into DoL, what dessert or ice cream flavor would your pc be ^^

For me I think mine would probably be these->

Catlia = Strawberry ice-cream with strawberry chunks

Felyla = Blueberry muffins

Sophie = Oatmeal raisin cookie

Miki = Candied Pecans with Aleppo

Tsumi = Dark chocolate brownies with chocolate chips

Lillian = Vanilla bean cheesecake

Lexi = Strawberry chocolate soufflé

Lavina = Chocolate cinnamon rolls with maple frosting

[giddlywinks]

Giddy Mag #5: Secret Circle

This is a story about devastatingly lonely seclusion and how to find your people in that forgotten space with two gas stations, a haunted church, and endless untapped magic.

"And in my pain, I did wonder where was I to go now?"

"At Weddings, I find myself Hollow."

God, sisters, for me, please?

"Sleight of Hand"

"A Vision -Up Close"

"The dark night of the soul"

Terrible things happened in this place. It's why I don't come back. It's so dark. Please, there is no way out.

We are bound to each other in that we will never be free.

"I know, I saw, I survived"

Maybe I am loved now?

"Creation: We can chuckle because you are very beautiful to me."

"A Vision- Personal"

Walk through the portal and go to otherside.

"Volatility meter raised to the psychic warfare"

"The Inside-Magic of utmost grace and power. This your labyrinth. Climb higher."

What did you see there?

And they never die...

[thegetoufather]

is anyone else also in love w glenn powell

[ilkkawhat]

for @panacaelium. head trauma and hypothermia, written about niko with some niko/lena that i added in. thank you for helping me crash through my block 💜

The drive to a crime scene at a remote meat packaging plant in the middle of the night was a recipe for disaster. The road was paved with a thin layer of ice and sandwiched between two walls of snow about a foot off the ground. There were no lights except the moon and the two bright beams from his vehicle, no sound but the hum of his engine and the lowered volume of his radio, murmurs of a rambling late night radio host that he only put on because coffee wasn’t enough to keep him awake. Niko cursed at himself for giving in to Kari’s request because the man himself had his obligations to stay for his family while Niko didn’t have anybody, something that had been on his mind more often than not as of late. 

The moon became hidden as he entered a thicket, he was getting closer to the plant. The frozen trees had looked like magnificent statues in daylight that he pointed out like shapes of clouds in the sky to his earlier passenger, but the darkness had since transformed them into looming stalking shadows that made him feel less comfortable. His foot leaned harder into the pedal out of an urge to get to his destination faster, as if something were chasing him. A trick of an exhausted mind, the rational part of him knew there was nothing following him, leaving only wafts of powdered snow billowing behind him. The road seemed like it was becoming narrower, twisting into itself like a spiral. He cut one curve a little too fast, heard an alarm in the form of tires warning him to slow down, which he tried to, but just as he did he drove into another curve in the opposite direction. He knew it wasn’t much longer until the road would straighten out, he took his foot off the gas, tried to coast back to control but his foot slammed the brake, a mistake but he swore he saw something move among the trees, coming at him—

The car swung around, he dared to think he would be safe in crashing backwards into the tree but as fast as his heart had rose in twisted hope, it sank in terror as the car swung itself horizontally into a tree on the driver’s side. His head bounced like a pinball against the window that didn’t crack, he felt an impact but didn’t feel any immediate damage to anything but the hood of his car. It wasn’t that bad, he dared to think, until he heard a tingling crack of an army of icicles that rained down onto his car like the worst type of hail.

He saw it just in time to hold up an arm to shield himself from the shattering glass cascading with a mixture of sharp shards and frozen ones. His body heaved in labored pants intercutting the ethereal wind now howling at at the door that he clamors out of, stumbling sideways into the snow.

He fumbled for his phone deep inside a jacket pocket as the world teetered beneath him. He rolled up into a sitting position, leant his back against the car as he pulled his phone up. Niko’s fingers trembled, his eyes squinted as he pressed the emergency numbers. Each press was a churn to his nauseating stomach. A fruitless effort, there was no service, no tower for the past five miles, at least. 

“Fuck!”

He pounded his fisted hand backwards against the car, another dent would just be a molehill to the mountain of payments he’d have to make to repair his car, if it wasn’t totaled entirely. The action triggered another shake of the tree, a small amount of snow added salt to his wound in an almost literal sense as the snow fell onto his head, further planting small shards of glass that had stuck to him further into his winter hat.

“Niko?”

A voice, clear as a whistle from the other side of the car. 

“Lena? Is…is that you?”

“In the flesh. You must have hit your head pretty hard to forget me.”

“But…but I came alone.”

“At first, until you just happened to pass by my home, catching me having a smoke outside and practically begging me to come with you.”

His heart sank. How could he have forgotten? How could he have been such an asshole and ignored her wellbeing in the crash? 

He dug out his flashlight and got to his feet, stumbled as he crawled onto the side of the driver’s seat to see Lena still sitting in the car, turned sideways to face him with frazzled hair, brushing glass off of her coat and out of her hair. 

“Y-You okay?” 

“I’ll live. You got a few pieces—” Lena gestured to her head, pointing out the spots in the mirror that Niko should pluck out. Slowly, he followed her movements, wincing as he removed the shards of glass from the top of his head. One of them was stuck to his skin. 

Once he was done he moved himself fully to the driver’s seat, a trail of heavy breaths ending in an even heavier sigh. 

“Phone doesn’t work,” he told Lena. 

“Figures.” 

“You don’t seem all that bothered by what happened,” Niko sneered back. He felt a twinge of pain in the spot that he pulled the glass from. He reached up and swiveled the rear view mirror closer, to get a better look at himself.

“Driving with an overtired Niko Uusitalo was just a disaster waiting to happen. You are allowed to tell Kari ‘no,’ you know.” 

His eyes followed the stream of blood that trickled from his forehead as it rolled over his cheek and into the snowy patch of his beard. He shivered as he raised a hand to wipe the snow away, but Lena caught his wrist and stopped him. She did it herself. He was equally annoyed and pleased by the gentleness of her touch.

Another shower of snow assaulted the car, but at a sprinkle’s pace. Consistent, and still threatening in their current situation. 

They sat in silence as Niko blinked hard a few times, trying to get the world to fall back into balance but he felt like he was on a rocking ship lost in the sea of snow. 

The wind continued to blow and he felt the increasing paleness of his skin. His teeth chattered together, his lips trembled and he bit back a whimper. It was only going to get colder. The snow would just keep piling. 

He craned his head to look through his backseat before he realized the emergency kit was in his trunk. He gave Lena one last look before he stepped outside of the car again. The alarm for the door being open somehow echoed louder and louder the further he got away from it. 

He staggered to his trunk, with an embarrassing amount of effort he popped it open. He wrapped a spare blanket he had around him, brushing off the rest of the snow that had fallen onto him, but the blanket still felt too thin—he still shivered, snow still fell onto it and melted into it. He may as well have been wearing a cape of ice.

He found a flare in the kit, and ignited it which sparked Lena’s attention. 

“We have to get shelter,” he explained himself. 

He drew an arrow in the snow, pointed the flare in the direction they would head towards.

“The meat plant isn’t too far off.” 

“Okay,” Lena agreed. “You got a first aid kit in there?”

“Huh?”

“Your head,” Lena traced the line of blood still pulsing.

“Uhm…no…I-I don’t know where it is…” he muttered, confused. He wiped the side of his face, it didn’t hurt so it must not be that bad. “It’s fine, I’ll be fine.”

She walked towards him, hooked her arm in his. He tried to shrug it off in protest but his next attempt at walking in a straight line made him fall into step with her. He felt like he was limping on a broken leg, the snow was a frosted white bog of tar pulling him down. 

“What does Kari need that couldn’t wait until morning?”  

“He doesn’t trust the daytime employees. He thinks the angle of the security camera was tampered with and also thinks there’s something in the manager’s office that maybe the night staff could help us unlock.”

“Without a warrant?”

“That’s suddenly a problem for you?” Niko chuckled. He looked behind him, the flare and the car were still within sight. 

“Ah, so that’s why you picked me up, huh?” 

“I don’t know why he didn’t call you in the first place.”

“He knows better than to bother me at this time of night. Unlike you.” Lena playfully nudged her shoulder into his. “I wouldn’t have come if I really minded, though,” she added when Niko gaped his mouth open in worried offense.

“Good. I’m….glad you came. I’m…sorry I got us into an accident.”

“Wasn’t your fault.”

Niko waved the flashlight across the field of snow. The world had finally stopped teetering but he still felt lightheaded in shock. The tire tracks that had helped him this morning had long since covered up with the new layer. 

Was there an intersection at this bit of road? Did they have to make at turn? He could have sworn it was a straight shot after the winding road but a wave of uncertainty shivered down his spine. Lena hadn’t gone with him and Kari to the scene during the day, she was waiting on him for direction. He gulped, and decided to just keep moving forward, they’d have to see the building soon enough. 

His feet began to feel sore. His head began to nod downwards. The silence between them felt unresolved. She said it wasn’t his fault but it most definitely was.  

He needed to talk it out.

“I know we said we wouldn’t talk about it—”

“So we are not going to,” Lena pinched his arm.

“I think we s-should,” Niko refuted with a nasty shiver. “What else do we have to talk about right now?”

“We could keep walking in silence.”

She started walking faster, tugging his arm in a warning to go just as fast or she’d throw him to the finish line. 

“Lena.”

Niko stopped, Lena stumbled out of his grip backwards to face him, but not to look at him in the eye as she rolled her eyes with a sigh. She hugged herself, pulling her coat as tightly as she could around her body but he saw small puffs of frustrated breath pipe out of her uncomfortably clenched teeth. 

“What’s there to talk about? We helped each other get what we needed. You want to do it again, is that it?”

“Well, yeah, but not right now.”

Lena laughed unbelievably. Her nose and cheeks were rosy red. 

“You’re not in your right mind for this. Next thing you’re going to tell me you love me.”

“I do.”

The words came out in a puff of cold air that hung suspended between them. Niko had said it with a bluntness to match her own. As if it was the simplest thing in the world for her to understand. He unraveled the blanket around him and approached her. She didn’t step back as he expected. She allowed him to put the blanket around her. There was a gleam of gratitude in the daggers of her eyes. 

They kept walking in a more comfortable silence and he dared to think his mind was finally at ease. He could see a shadow sprinkled with soft lights in the distance, square, tall, imposing. A factory behind an illuminated curtain of the falling snow. They were so close. He wrapped himself around her side, the crunch of the snow between their feet synchronized. 

But his heart froze when one of the crunches turned into a crack.

And that’s when he remembered, there was a small lake at the front of the property.

One of his legs gave out, and plummeted into a pit of ice water. He shoved Lena away before using both his arms to stop his entire body from sinking into the growing puddle but slammed his head down in effort to push himself up and out. Once he got enough height, he quickly scrambled backwards out of the water. His legs had gone to an immediate numb in the sheer cold, he couldn’t feel them. He held himself still, eyes wide in terror that the ice would continue to crack and the gaping maw of a frozen hell would swallow him completely. He turned his head, Lena had made it to what must have been the shore, and he slowly crawled his way towards her. 

“Niko! Quickly!” she barked at him. He kept reaching a hand out, searching for something to grab onto but even the packed snow didn’t offer much grappling, and his hand would fall onto the very flat surface he was trying to escape. He had to rely on his upper body to do the job but another bout of vertigo slowed him even further. Lena was on a slant, he feared that she would just slide down along with him.

“You idiot, come on!” Lena bent down, a hand reached out from the bundle of blanket towards him. He blinked, slower and harder with every labored breath. The numbness turned into a thousand needles and he stifled a whimper as the previously unpleasant crawl became painful. He tasted iron in his mouth, his wound must have opened again. 

Despite the effort and the pain, he used the returning sensation in his legs to give himself one final push onto a bed of snow with nothing but earth underneath it. He lay flat on his back, panting, and closed his eyes. 

“Niko? Niko! Stay with me!” Lena shouted at him. He felt something cover the lower half of his body, but the upper half suddenly felt colder. His fingers burned with pain at the smallest twitch, he suddenly feared they would snap off altogether.

His eyes opened, and in front of him Lena was above him, tapping the side of his cheek. Leaned in for a kiss, to resuscitate him. 

He blinked, and she was gone. Somebody else was in her place…Kari?

“Niko? Niko!” Niko narrowed his eyes, his mouth hung open. “You’re in shock,” Kari added in explanation. 

“Lena, where’s Lena?”

“She’s on her way.”

“On her way to where? She-she was just here…”

Niko turned his head, the blanket he thought he had given her was being lifted out of the snow by someone in the far distance. 

“I-I don’t…”

“It’s the hypothermia. Or the head wound,” Kari gently tapped Niko’s forehead. “Or maybe both.”

“How did you find me?” 

“You didn’t call me back, I knew how long it’d take for you to get there. It's a miracle I found you when I did,” Kari thumbed behind him to indicate the factory that he almost made it to. Kari’s eyes flicked up, and he got to his feet, waving his hands. “Hey! I found him! He’s over here!”

Niko winced at the sudden brightness once Kari pulled back the curtain. It was early morning, the sun was rising. He didn’t feel cold anymore, instead felt like he was being cooked alive.

“No, no, no, don’t do that,” Kari warned him as Niko tried to strip off the sweater he had under the coat that he must have wrestled off and put over his legs.  

“It’s hot…”

Kari puppetered Niko’s arms initially away from his body, his clothes, before crossing them together and pushing them onto his chest to keep him warm. 

“Help is on the way,” he advised the younger man. “Just stay with me.”

Kari morphed into Lena again. She was straddling him. 

“I like it on top,” Niko whined. 

“So do I, but it’s only fair we take turns.”

Niko closed his eyes again, and giggled.

“On top of what?” 

“Nothing,” Niko answered, maybe a little too quickly. “Can you let go of me now?”

“As long as you promise not to go streaking into the winter wilderness.”

He wouldn’t have the chance to do that anyway, as he started to slip back under the ice into unconsciousness. 

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He briefly awoke in the ambulance to feel his head get wrapped with a bandage, the wound in his forehead felt larger than before, and his eyes widened when he saw an icicle the size of a screwdriver melting into a pool of blood on the table beside him.

The throbbing faded away gently until he swam out of the darkness again, back into an overbearing light over his body, heating him up. 

“They’re roasting you like a chicken,” Lena dryly chuckled. 

His head lolled to the side to find her sitting with her legs crossed in a hospital chair, her coat draped over the side. She had been there a while. 

She pulled the chair closer, grabbing his hand.

“You okay, Frosty?” 

Better now that you’re here.

He nodded, biting down on his lower lip.

“Really…I’m glad you’re okay. I mean it.” 

“I know. I—...thank you.”

“When you’re feeling better…I think…we should talk. About the other night…I’ll make another house call to your place.”

His eyebrows rose. His heart fluttered. 

“I’d like that,” he croaked. 

“It’s a date then,” Lena smirked, patting the hand she cupped into her own.

[pan-flute-skeleton]

45 & 61 for Baskaar please?

45. What's the worst thing the other can say to one?

Oh man, something that would cut deep. Kari could comment on how needy Bastian can get and tell him she's being smothered. Words that would repel him. Bastian could call her immature and irritating when she bugs him too much. Neither of them would bring up sore points of their past like Heather or Noa. Too low of a blow.

61. How would they describe their S/O in one word?

Bastian for Kari: ethereal. Kari for Bastian: dependable

List

[dibuworld]

3rd June, 2023; 2:56AM

Aaj bohat arso ke baad chand se baatein kari mainey. Bhul chuki thi, iss bhaag daud bhari zindagi may, ki chaand hi toh hai jisko gale lagakar mainey apna har guzra gham bhulaya hai. Aaj yaad aya, wo aur mai kitne dur hokar bhi, humesha kitne pass hai.

एक चाँद ही तो है, जो बिन किसी इंसान, किसी प्यार, किसी नफ़रत,

बिना कुछ सोचे समझें, सिर्फ़ अपनी रोशनी फैलता है । उसे भी कितना

ग़म होगा, जो उसका महबूब उसका हाथ थामने से पहले ही ढल जाता

है । हर पल हज़ारों का हो उसके आते से भाग जाता है । मेरा चाँद वो

हर दर्द समझता है जो मुझे अभी महसूस करना बाक़ी है, फिर उसे

मैं मेरा नया ज़ख़्म कैसे ना दिखाऊ ; उसके बाद

तो फिर ख़ुदा की मर्ज़ी, अब ज़ान लेगा या जाने देगा ॥

Cried a lot when i talked to the moon tonight. The little 16 year old came back for a moment and i begged for her to tell me how she did it? How she dealt with all that pain and why can’t my 21 year old self do it anymore. But the moon promised me, that i will be okay. And my ethereal moon, my darling, never breaks his promises.

[val-kari]

KOS-MOS Head Unit Showcase

Log #008

“Operatives, the journey so far has been nothing short of visionary!”

This eighth entry in the showcase features a highlight reel of the head unit designs shared so far. This video is a celebration of creativity, showcasing the wide range of aesthetics, from sleek futuristic styles to bold, combat-ready innovations.

Did You Know?

The Gnosis, mysterious beings central to the Xenosaga story, are said to be physical manifestations of human fears, desires, and unresolved emotions. Their ethereal forms can only be seen and combated using the Hilbert Effect. This ties into the series’ themes of connection and separation, exploring how unresolved human emotions shape the world around us.

What’s your take on the Gnosis? Do you see them as tragic figures, or do they represent something even more complex in the Xenosaga universe? Let’s discuss below!

As we prepare for the final set of head unit designs—an experimental and playful twist on KOS-MOS’s aesthetic—stay tuned for one last surprise to close this visionary showcase.

Stay visionary,

VAL-KARI

Vector Visionary Division

Exploring the future of design through art and innovation

[fortunetellersdilettante]

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maine aapki salah maani aur barbaad ho gaya mujhe mere paas chhod do, mujhe khud par chhod do maine aapki salah maani aur barbaad ho gaya mujhe mere paas chhod do, mujhe khud par chhod do oh, mujhe tumhare bina rehne ke liye banaya gaya tha lekin main kabhi nahi samjhunga, kabhi nahi samajhunga oh, main tumhare bina rehne ke liye paida hua tha lekin main kabhi nahi samjhunga, kabhi nahi samajhungamainne aaj khud ko chot pahunchayi hai yah dekhane ke lie ki kya main abhi bhi mehsoos karta hoon main dard par dhyan kendrit karta hoon keval ek cheej jo vastavik hai sui ek chhed phad deti hai purana parichit dunk yeh sab door marne ki koshish karo lekin mujhe sab kuchh yaad hai main kya ban gaya hoon mera sabse pyara dost mujhe pata hai ki har koi chala jata hai ant mein or aapke pass yah sab ho sakta hai gandagi ka mera samrajya main aapko nirash karunga main tumhe chot pahunchaaunga main yeh kanton ka taaj pahanata hoon mere jhuthe ki kursi par toote hue vicharon se bhara main marammat nahi kar sakta samay ke daag ke niche bhavanaen gayab ho jaati hain tum koi aur ho main abhi bhi yahin hun main kya ban gaya hoon mera sabse pyara dost mujhe pata hai ki har koi chala jata hai ant mein or aapke pass yah sab ho sakta hai gandagi ka mera samrajya main aapko nirash karunga main tumhe banaunga

Kuv muab koj tus kws lij choj thiab tuaj puas Cia kuv tus kheej, tawm hauv kuv rau kuv tus kheej Kuv muab koj tus kws lij choj thiab tuaj puas Cia kuv tus kheej, tawm hauv kuv rau kuv tus kheej Huag kuv tau ua nyob tsis tau koj Tab sis kuv yeej tsis yuav to taub, yeej tsis to taub Huag kuv yug los nyob tsis tau koj Tab sis kuv yeej tsis yuav to taub, yeej tsis to taub kuv tus kheej hnub no Saib yog hais tias kuv tseem xav tias Kuv kub siab rau qhov mob Qhov tshaj plaws xwb uas yog tiag Tus koob kua muag ib lub qhov taub Cov laus paub sting Sim tua nws tam sim ntawd Tab sis kuv nco ntsoov txhua yam Kuv kuj yog dab tsi Kuv tus phooj ywg sweetest Sawv daws kuv paub mus tam sim ntawd Thaum kawg Thiab koj yuav muaj tag nrho Kuv tim teb chaws av Kuv yuav cia koj cia koj Kuv yuav ua rau koj mob Kuv hnav no yas ntawm thorns Raws li kuv lub rooj zaum Daim ntawv qhia txog kev xav Kuv kho tsis tau Beneath lub sij hawm stains lub sij hawm Txoj kev xav zoo Koj yog lwm tus neeg Kuv tseem nyob ntawm no Kuv kuj yog dab tsi Kuv tus phooj ywg sweetest Sawv daws kuv paub mus tam sim ntawd Thaum kawg Thiab koj yuav muaj tag nrho Kuv tim teb chaws av Kuv yuav cia koj cia koj Kuv yuav ua rau koj

मैंने आपकी सलाह मानी और बर्बाद हो गया मुझे मेरे पास छोड़ दो, मुझे खुद पर छोड़ दो मैंने आपकी सलाह मानी और बर्बाद हो गया मुझे मेरे पास छोड़ दो, मुझे खुद पर छोड़ दो ओह, मुझे तुम्हारे बिना रहने के लिए बनाया गया था लेकिन मैं कभी नहीं समझूंगा, कभी नहीं समझूंगा ओह, मैं तुम्हारे बिना रहने के लिए पैदा हुआ था लेकिन मैं कभी नहीं समझूंगा, कभी नहीं समझूंगामैंने आज खुद को चोट पहुंचाई है यह देखने के लिए कि क्या मैं अभी भी महसूस करता हूं मैं दर्द पर ध्यान केंद्रित करता हूं केवल एक चीज जो वास्तविक है सुई एक छेद फाड़ देती है पुराना परिचित डंक यह सब दूर मारने की कोशिश करो लेकिन मुझे सब कुछ याद है मैं क्या बन गया हूँ मेरा सबसे प्यारा दोस्त मुझे पता है कि हर कोई चला जाता है अंत में और आपके पास यह सब हो सकता है गंदगी का मेरा साम्राज्य मैं आपको निराश करूंगा मैं तुम्हें चोट पहुँचाऊँगा मैं यह कांटों का ताज पहनता हूँ मेरे झूठे की कुर्सी पर टूटे हुए विचारों से भरा मैं मरम्मत नहीं कर सकता समय के दाग के नीचे भावनाएं गायब हो जाती हैं तुम कोई और हो मैं अभी भी यहीं हूं मैं क्या बन गया हूँ मेरा सबसे प्यारा दोस्त मुझे पता है कि हर कोई चला जाता है अंत में और आपके पास यह सब हो सकता है गंदगी का मेरा साम्राज्य मैं आपको निराश करूंगा मैं तुम्हें बनाऊंगा

לקחתי את עצתך ובאתי להרוס תשאיר אותי לעצ��י, תשאיר אותי לעצמי לקחתי את עצתך ובאתי להרוס תשאיר אותי לעצמי, תשאיר אותי לעצמי הו, נועדתי לחיות בלעדיך אבל אני לעולם לא אבין, לעולם לא אבין הו, נולדתי לחיות בלעדיך אבל אני לעולם לא אבין, לעולם לא אביןפגעתי בעצמי היום לראות אם אני עדיין מרגישה אני מתמקדת בכאב הדבר היחיד שהוא אמיתי המחט קורעת חור העוקץ הישן והמוכר נסו להרוג את הכל אבל אני זוכר הכל מה הפכתי להיות? החבר הכי מתוק שלי כל מי שאני מכיר נעלם בסופו של דבר ואתה יכול לקבל את כל זה אימפריית הלכלוך שלי אני אאכזב אותך אני אגרום לך לכאוב אני עונד את כתר הקוצים הזה על כיסא השקרן שלי מלא מחשבות שבורות אני לא יכול לתקן מתחת לכתמי הזמן הרגשות נעלמים אתה מישהו אחר אני עדיין כאן מה הפכתי להיות? החבר הכי מתוק שלי כל מי שאני מכיר נעלם בסופו של דבר ואתה יכול לקבל את כל זה אימפריית העפר שלי אני אאכזב אותך אני אכריח אותך

לקחתי את עצתך ובאתי להרוס תשאיר אותי לעצמי, תשאיר אותי לעצמי לקחתי את עצתך ובאתי להרוס תשאיר אותי לעצמי, תשאיר אותי לעצמי הו, נועדתי לחיות בלעדיך אבל אני לעולם לא אבין, לעולם לא אבין הו, נולדתי לחיות בלעדיך אבל אני לעולם לא אבין, לעולם לא אביןפגעתי בעצמי היום לראות אם אני עדיין מרגישה אני מתמקדת בכאב הדבר היחיד שהוא אמיתי המחט קורעת חור העוקץ הישן והמוכר נסו להרוג את הכל אבל אני זוכר הכל מה הפכתי להיות? החבר הכי מתוק שלי כל מי שאני מכיר נעלם בסופו של דבר ואתה יכול לקבל את כל זה אימפריית הלכלוך שלי אני אאכזב אותך אני אגרום לך לכאוב אני עונד את כתר הקוצים הזה על כיסא השקרן שלי מלא מחשבות שבורות אני לא יכול לתקן מתחת לכתמי הזמן הרגשות נעלמים אתה מישהו אחר אני עדיין כאן מה הפכתי להיות? החבר הכי מתוק שלי כל מי שאני מכיר נעלם בסופו של דבר ואתה יכול לקבל את כל זה אימפריית העפר שלי אני אאכזב אותך אני אכריח אותך

Na ɗauki shawararka kuma na halaka Ka bar ni, ka bar ni a kaina. Na ɗauki shawararka kuma na halaka Ka bar ni, ka bar ni a kaina. An sa na yi rayuwa ba tare da kai ba Amma ba zan taɓa fahimta ba, ba zan taɓa fahimta ba An haife ni don rayuwa ba tare da ku ba. Amma ba zan taɓa fahimta ba, ba zan taɓa fahimtar cewa na yi wa kaina lahani a yau ba Don in ga ko har ila ina jin daɗin rayuwa Ina mai da hankali ga azaba Kawai abin da ke da gaske. Lafin ya yi hawaye a cikin ɗaki Tsohon ƙarfe da aka sani Ka yi ƙoƙari ka kashe dukansu Amma na tuna dukan abu Me ya sa na zama Abokina mafi kyau Dukan wanda na sani ya tafi A ƙarshe Kuma za ka iya samun dukansu Daular ƙasa Zan bar ka. Zan sa ka baƙin ciki Ina saka wannan rawanin ƙaya A kan kujerata ta ƙarya. Cike da tunanin da ba su da kyau Ba zan iya gyara ba A ƙarƙashin laka na lokaci Yadda ake ji ya ɓace Kai wani ne Har yanzu ina nan. Me ya sa na zama Abokina mafi kyau Dukan wanda na sani ya tafi A ƙarshe Kuma za ka iya samun dukansu Daular ƙasa Zan bar ka. Zan sa ka

m pran konsèy ou e m te vini pou m detwi kite m 'nan tèt mwen, kite m' nan tèt mwen m pran konsèy ou e m te vini pou m detwi kite m 'nan tèt mwen, kite m' nan tèt mwen O mwen te fè yo viv san ou Men, mwen pa janm pral konprann, pa janm konprann Oh mwen te fèt pou viv san ou Men, mwen pa janm pral konprann, pa janm konprann fè tèt mwen mal jodi a Pou wè si mwen toujou santi m konsantre m sou doulè a Bagay la sèlman ki reyèl Zegwi a kriye yon twou Ansyen pikan an abitye Eseye touye li tout lwen Men, mwen sonje tout bagay Kisa mwen vin Zanmi dous mwen Tout moun mwen konnen ale Nan fen a E ou te kapab genyen li tout Anpi mwen nan pousyè m ap lage ou m ap fè ou mal m mete kouwòn pikan sa a Lè chèz mantè mwen Plen panse kase Mwen pa ka fè reparasyon Anba tach yo nan tan Santiman yo disparèt Ou se yon lòt moun m toujou la a Kisa mwen vin Zanmi dous mwen Tout moun mwen konnen ale Nan fen a E ou te kapab genyen li tout Anpi mwen nan pousyè m ap lage ou m ap fè ou

હું તમારી સલાહ લઈને બરબાદી કરવા આવ્યો છું મને મારા પર છોડી દો, મને મારા પર છોડી દો હું તમારી સલાહ લઈને બરબાદી કરવા આવ્યો છું મને મારા પર છોડી દો, મને મારા પર છોડી દો ઓહ, મને તમારા વગર જીવવા માટે બનાવવામાં આવ્યો હતો પરંતુ હું ક્યારેય નહીં સમજી શકું, ક્યારેય નહીં સમજી શકું ઓહ, હું તારા વગર જીવવા માટે જ જન્મ્યો છું. પરંતુ હું ક્યારેય નહીં સમજી શકું, ક્યારેય સમજીશ નહીં કે આજે મેં મારી જાતને દુ:ખ પહોંચાડ્યું છે હું હજી પણ અનુભવું છું કે નહીં તે જોવા માટે હું પીડા પર ધ્યાન કેન્દ્રિત કરું છું એકમાત્ર વસ્તુ જે વાસ્તવિક છે સોય એક છિદ્રને આંસુ આપે છે જૂનો પરિચિત ડંખ તે બધાને મારી નાખવાનો પ્રયાસ કરો પણ મને બધું જ યાદ છે. હું શું બની ગયો છું મારો સૌથી મીઠો મિત્ર હું જાણું છું તે દરેક જણ દૂર જાય છે અંતમાં અને તમે તે બધું મેળવી શકો છો મારું ગંદકીનું સામ્રાજ્ય હું તમને નિરાશ કરીશ હું તને દુઃખી કરીશ હું કાંટાનો આ તાજ પહેરું છું મારા જુઠ્ઠાણાની ખુરશી પર તૂટેલા વિચારોથી ભરપૂર હું રિપેર કરી શકતો નથી સમયના ડાઘની નીચે લાગણીઓ અદૃશ્ય થઈ જાય છે તમે કોઈ બીજા જ છો હું હજી પણ અહીં જ છું હું શું બની ગયો છું મારો સૌથી મીઠો મિત્ર હું જાણું છું તે દરેક જણ દૂર જાય છે અંતમાં અને તમે તે બધું મેળવી શકો છો મારું ગંદકીનું સામ્રાજ્ય હું તમને નિરાશ કરીશ હું તમને બનાવીશ

Πήρα τη συμβουλή σου και κατέστρεψα Αφήστε με για τον εαυτό μου, αφήστε με για τον εαυτό μου Πήρα τη συμβουλή σου και κατέστρεψα Αφήστε με για τον εαυτό μου, αφήστε με για τον εαυτό μου Ω, φτιάχτηκα για να ζήσω χωρίς εσένα Αλλά ποτέ δεν πρόκειται να καταλάβω, ποτέ δεν θα καταλάβω Ω, γεννήθηκα για να ζήσω χωρίς εσένα Αλλά ποτέ δεν πρόκειται να καταλάβω, ποτέ δεν κατάλαβαΠλήγωσα τον εαυτό μου σήμερα Για να δω αν εξακολουθώ να αισθάνομαι Εστιάζω στον πόνο Το μόνο πράγμα που είναι αληθινό Η βελόνα σχίζει μια τρύπα Το παλιό γνώριμο τσίμπημα Προσπαθήστε να τα σκοτώσετε όλα μακριά Αλλά θυμάμαι τα πάντα Τι έχω γίνει Ο πιο γλυκός μου φίλος Όλοι όσοι γνωρίζω φεύγουν Στο τέλος Και θα μπορούσατε να τα έχετε όλα Η αυτοκρατορία μου της βρωμιάς Θα σε απογοητεύσω Θα σε κάνω να πονέσεις Φοράω αυτό το ακάνθινο στεφάνι Στην καρέκλα του ψεύτη μου Γεμάτο σπασμένες σκέψεις Δεν μπορώ να επισκευάσω Κάτω από τους λεκέδες του χρόνου Τα συναισθήματα εξαφανίζονται Είσαι κάποιος άλλος Είμαι ακόμα εδώ Τι έχω γίνει Ο πιο γλυκός μου φίλος Όλοι όσοι γνωρίζω φεύγουν Στο τέλος Και θα μπορούσατε να τα έχετε όλα Η αυτοκρατορία μου της βρωμιάς Θα σε απογοητεύσω Θα σε κάνω

[darion-teeth]

I wrote this fantasy book that mentions some dnd theme but not so much that you can’t understand the story. It has long chapters (2 rn) and Id really enjoy getting feedback as a new writer always looking for criticism and new sources to share my content on.

The description is currently terrible but in my words here

Ethereal is about Dain and Kari two princes who are both fighting against their parents wishes and just trying to live their best lives before being the next heir.

[samkkshopping]

Unveil the Elegance: Kalamkari Silk

Introduction

India is home to a multitude of captivating art forms and Kalamkari stands out among them. The name itself comes from combining two words - "Kalam," meaning pen, and "Kari," which translates to craft. In this art form, skilled artists use a wooden pen to draw intricate designs on fabric. Kalamkari Sarees are some of the most renowned creations, highlighting the art's beauty. What makes the process even more special is that no machines are used; everything, from treating the fabric to adorning it with designs, is done by hand. This meticulous craftsmanship means it takes several days to complete just one saree.

Originating in the southern state of Andhra Pradesh, Kalamkari boasts a rich history dating back at least 3000 years. Passed down through generations, craftsmen dedicated their lives to honing and perfecting this art, shaping it into what it is today. The primary hubs for Kalamkari Silk Sarees are Machilipatnam and Srikalahasti, each with slightly different processes. In Srikalahasti, artists use wooden pens to outline designs, while in Machilipatnam: hand-carved wooden blocks are employed to print outlines. The result is breathtaking patterns featuring flowers, vines, trees, peacocks, parrots, and more, meticulously crafted on cotton and silk fabrics using natural dyes.

Types of Kalamkari

Srikalahasti Style:  Freehand Drawing: Originating from the town of Srikalahasti in Andhra Pradesh, this style involves freehand drawing using a pointed bamboo or date palm stick.  Natural Dyes: Artists use natural dyes extracted from plants, minerals, and other organic sources, creating a vibrant and earthy color palette.  Religious Themes: Srikalahasti Kalamkari often depicts mythological or religious themes, showcasing intricate details and elaborates storytelling.

Machilipatnam Style: Block Printing: Hailing from Machilipatnam in Andhra Pradesh, this style involves block printing with hand-carved wooden blocks. Persian Influence:  Introduced during the Golconda Sultanate, the Persian influence is evident in the floral and geometric patterns found in machilipatnam kalamkari sarees. Use of Mordants:  Artists use Mordants to fix the dyes, allowing for a range of colors and intricate designs. The process involves multiple stages of dyeing and washing.

Both styles showcase the mastery of skilled artisans and reflect the rich cultural heritage of India. While Srikalahasti Kalamkari emphasizes freehand drawing and natural dyes, Machilipatnam Kalamkari excels in block printing and intricate Persian-inspired designs. Each type tells a unique story through its artistry, making kalamkari cotton sarees a cherished and timeless form of textile decoration.

Lets know about Kalamkari Silk

The sublime allure of kalamkari designs saree graces silk fabric, infusing it with opulence and enhancing the overall aesthetic. These intricate patterns, often referred to as Original Kalamkari Saree painting designs, depict divine themes such as temples and gods, lending a sacred touch to the garments. The unique perspective, resembling a celestial viewpoint, imparts an ethereal quality to kalamkari silk sarees for wedding, where each fold echoes tales viewed from heavenly realms.

Step into the world of Pure Kalamkari Silk Sarees, where artists carefully paint pretty designs on soft fabric with bright colors. These Sarees share stories through beautiful patterns inspired by myths, nature, and history. They've been around for a really long time, and people love them for how they mix art and style. You can discover how to wear them for different events and occasions. Kalamkari Sarees Silk are extra special because each one is handcrafted and unique. So, if you like the idea of wearing something that tells a story and looks beautiful, kalamkari silk sarees online might be just what you're looking for!

Discover the epitome of style with our exclusive collection of designer Kalamkari outfits. Our trendy Kalamkari Sarees, available online, showcase the finest craftsmanship in Kalamkari cotton Sarees. We take pride in offering the best Kalamkari Sarees with the latest designs, ensuring you stay ahead in fashion. Explore our range to find the latest designs in Kalamkari Sarees, each one an original piece of hand-painted artistry. Immerse yourself in the rich tradition and authenticity of Kalamkari with our latest collections of Kalamkari cotton Sarees. Elevate your wardrobe with these timeless pieces that seamlessly blend tradition and contemporary style.

Major Things to See While Buying Kalamkari Saree

Authenticity: Look for genuine authentic kalamkari sarees, traditionally made using the natural dyeing process. Avoid machine-printed imitations that lack the intricate detail and unique color palette of hand-painted or block print kalamkari designs.

Quality of fabric: Opt for Sarees made with high-quality, natural fabrics like cotton or silk. These materials are not only comfortable but also allow the intricate designs and colors to shine through. Avoid Sarees with synthetic fabrics that are less breathable and may not drape as well.

Colorfastness: Ensure the colors on the saree are colorfast, meaning they won't bleed or run when washed. This is especially important for authentic, naturally dyed Sarees. Ask the seller for verification or test a small hidden area with a damp cloth to check for color bleeding.

Detailing and craftsmanship: Look for meticulous detailing and craftsmanship in the design. The motifs should be well-defined, and the colors should blend seamlessly. Avoid Sarees with uneven prints, blurred lines, or inconsistencies in the design.

Price: Be wary of prices that are significantly lower than the average for Pure Kalamkari Sarees Online. The process of creating these Sarees is time-consuming and requires skilled artisans, so a very low price might indicate lower quality materials or unethical production practices.

Choosing the Right Kalamkari Saree

Designer Kalamkari Sarees are indeed an excellent choice for a festive look, seamlessly blending traditional charm with contemporary elegance. The intricate hand-painted designs and vibrant patterns make them a perfect ensemble for various celebratory occasions. Here's a guide on how to choose and wear a Kalamkari Silk saree Online for a festive look:

Occasion-Specific Designs: Consider the nature of the festive occasion. chanderi kalamkari sarees come in a variety of designs, from intricate mythological depictions to floral and geometric patterns. Choose a design that complements the celebratory atmosphere.

Color Palette:  Opt for colors that resonate with the festive spirit. Bright and vibrant hues like red, royal blue, emerald green, and mustard yellow are popular choices for festive Kalamkari Sarees. However, softer pastel shades can also be chosen for a more subtle look.

Fabric Choice:  kalamkari sarees latest designs are crafted in various fabrics, including silk, cotton, and more. For a grand festive appearance, silk Kalamkari Sarees with intricate designs and a lustrous finish are an excellent choice. Cotton Kalamkari Sarees offer a more casual yet elegant look.

Border and Pallu Details: Pay attention to the border and pallu details. hand painted Kalamkari sarees often feature elaborate borders with zari work, beads, or sequins. A well-designed pallu adds a touch of sophistication to the overall look.

Blouse Selection: Coordinate the blouse with the saree, either choosing a matching color or a contrasting one based on the Sarees palette. Consider a heavily embroidered or embellished blouse for an added festive touch.

How to Wear a Kalamkari Saree

Draping Style: To elevate your Kalamkari silk saree for special occasions, consider the draping style. The classic Nivi drape or the flowing Bengali pleats with a shoulder pallu can truly transform your look into one of festive elegance.

Accessorizing: Choose traditional jewelry to complement the Luxurious Kalamkari silk sarees. Gold or antique jewelry works well, such as statement necklaces, jhumkas, and bangles. A bindi and matching footwear complete the festive ensemble.

Hairstyle: Opt for a hairstyle that complements the overall look. Classic bun adorned with flowers or loose curls can enhance the festive appeal. Consider adding traditional hair accessories for an extra touch.

Makeup:  Keep the makeup in tune with the festive vibe. Bold lip colors, well-defined eyes, and a subtle blush can enhance the overall appearance. Ensure that the makeup complements the chosen color palette of the saree.

Confidence and Comfort:  Ultimately, the key to carrying a Festive Pure Silk Pen Kalamkari Saree is confidence and comfort. Ensure that you feel at ease in your chosen attire, allowing your personality to shine through.

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

What is the significance of Kalamkari Sarees at Samyakk? A: At Samyakk, Kalamkari Sarees hold cultural significance, representing a blend of traditional artistry and modern elegance. Each saree tells a unique story through hand-painted designs, showcasing the rich heritage of Indian craftsmanship.

Do the Kalamkari Sarees at Samyakk feature specific regional styles? A: Samyakk curates Kalamkari Sarees with influences from both Srikalahasti and Machilipatnam styles, ensuring a diverse selection that captures the essence of different regional techniques and patterns.

How can customers care for their Kalamkari Sarees purchased from Samyakk? A: Samyakk recommends gentle care for Kalamkari Sarees, including dry cleaning or hand washing with mild detergent. Avoiding direct sunlight and storing the saree in a cool, dry place helps preserve the vibrancy of the colors and the integrity of the fabric.

Can customers visit Samyakk's Bangalore store to explore Kalamkari Sarees in person? A: Absolutely! Samyakk welcomes customers to explore the charm of Kalamkari Sarees in person at our Bangalore store. The experienced staff is ready to assist in finding the perfect Kalamkari saree that suits individual preferences and occasions.

Conclusion

Kalamkari Sarees stand as a timeless embodiment of India's rich cultural heritage and artistic finesse. With intricate pen work, these Sarees showcase a harmonious blend of tradition and contemporary allure. From luxurious silk to handloom cotton, each piece narrates a unique story through vibrant patterns and captivating designs. The historical significance and cultural relevance of Kalamkari add an extra layer of charm to these garments. As fashion evolves, the enduring appeal of Kalamkari Sarees persists, making them a cherished choice for those who appreciate the beauty of handcrafted elegance and the artistic legacy woven into every thread. To explore and shop exquisite Kalamkari Sarees, visit www.samyakk.com or experience the allure in person at our store in Bangalore. Elevate your style with the artistry of Kalamkari.

[mothinabottle]

The chosen one

Regarding the new update with Sydney's new dialogues when you get the spear mission from Jordan 😴 (Yes, the update came yesterday and I already rushed this shit, that's why it is so unpolished and weird lol)

Did it with Karin since my other PCs already did the quest (except the ones that avoid the temple like a plague)

Choosing reassure (Dato: The dialogue of the response changes depending on Sydney's purity. In Karin's save, Sydney is corrupted.

Also a bonus lol:

LMAOOO

[lavaand]

Embrace Elegance: The Karis Tie Back Maxi Dress in Sunset Orange

In the realm of fashion, there exists a garment that embodies the essence of grace, allure, and sophistication. It's a piece that commands attention, evokes admiration, and leaves an indelible impression. Enter the Karis Tie Back Orange Maxi Dress – a stunning creation destined to captivate hearts and turn heads wherever it goes.

Picture this: you're standing amidst a vibrant sunset, the warm hues painting the sky in shades of orange and gold. It's a scene straight out of a dream, and you, adorned in the Karis Maxi Dress, are the epitome of elegance against this breathtaking backdrop.

At first glance, the Karis Maxi Dress enchants with its mesmerising silhouette. The fitted bodice hugs your curves in all the right places, accentuating your figure with finesse. But it's the details that truly set this dress apart. Statement ruffles adorning the shoulders add a touch of whimsy, infusing the ensemble with playful charm. Meanwhile, the open back, adorned with two long fabric ribbons, beckons with allure, allowing you to adjust the fit to perfection.

Crafted with the utmost attention to detail, the Karis Maxi Dress ensures both style and comfort. The back waistband boasts elastication, providing a snug yet flexible fit that moves with you effortlessly. Whether you prefer a snug embrace or a more relaxed feel, the tie across the back allows for customization, ensuring a tailored look every time.

But that's not all – practicality meets luxury with the inclusion of pockets on the side seam. A thoughtful addition, these pockets offer convenience without compromising on style, allowing you to carry your essentials with ease.

As you twirl in the Karis Maxi Dress, the tiered skirt with gathers creates a sense of movement and volume, lending an ethereal quality to your every step. With its maxi length and sleeveless style, this dress exudes timeless sophistication, perfect for both daytime soirées and evening escapades.

Now, let's talk fabric. The Karis Maxi Dress is crafted from a non-stretch luxurious cotton fabric with a sateen finish. Soft to the touch yet resplendent in its sheen, this fabric drapes beautifully, enveloping you in a cocoon of comfort and elegance. With its rich texture and vibrant hue, the Sunset Orange shade exudes warmth and vitality, complementing a variety of skin tones with its radiant charm.

But beyond its aesthetic appeal, the Karis Maxi Dress tells a story – a story of confidence, individuality, and unabashed femininity. It's more than just a piece of clothing; it's a statement, a celebration of the woman who wears it.

Whether you're strolling along the coastline, attending a garden party, or dancing under the stars, the Karis Tie Back Maxi Dress in Sunset Orange promises to be your faithful companion, infusing every moment with a touch of magic and a dash of allure.

So, dare to embrace elegance. Dare to make a statement. Dare to be unforgettable in the Karis Tie Back Maxi Dress – because true beauty lies not only in what you wear but in how you wear it.

[beyondthetemples-ooc]

I was tagged by @cxttlefishcxller! Thank you, Conniefef!

The rules are simple - find a sentence, or excerpt, that includes the words you're given and paste it in, and include a link to the finished story if you want. But honestly, these are guidelines at best - do what you want.

My words to find: Paper, Sunset, Natural, Leather, Bookmark, Steel, Chill, Ember, Storm, Makeshift

I'm tagging: (Under the condition that you want to do this!) @astrearl, @chasm-connected and @sirenianheart if they have enough of their writings at hand to do this, @monstrousgourmandizingcats, aaand @cxttlefishcxller again if you want to do more words!

Also any writers who see this post and think it'd be fun!

Your words are: - Fly - Green - Independent - Fixated - Magical - Incoherent - Copy - Mental - Fire - Glowing

(Zira addition: If my words are too "purple prose" or specific for your style, feel free to find a synonym or excerpt that captures its mood if not its exact verbiage!)

~*~

I chose a few paragraphs for my excerpts, but I'll post Just The Sentences first, and if you want some context with a satisfying beginning and ending, you can read past the cut!

Paper: A breeze rustled the desiccated newspapers at the end of the alley, blowing in some less-stale air, and she inhaled deeply as she regathered her strength.

Sunset: Looking closer, her eyes seemed to glow with a smooth but wary light, the violet-gray of a sunset thinly veiled with incoming stormclouds.

Natural: It was only natural to thought-speak in this conducive mindscape, anyways.

Leather: And the bird herself changed. Full wings became ragged. Claws hooked the wingtips. Beak filled with knifepoint teeth, deadly, made to tear - lit by red fire of cruelty in her eyes. Feather became leather, roughhewn, scales.

Bookmark: She sighed inwardly as she lay the book aside gently, placing in the tiny paper bookmark... right next to her on the bed.

Steel: Facts, memories, details-- all things Raven knew to steel herself against when she opened herself to their ravages.

Chill: She found, her mother's memory of that glimpse was already slightly cloudy and vague... but what Dove knew was accurate to her humanity, her ethereal appearance, her chill.

Ember: Her cloak had adopted an unusual color, a faded orange, like dying embers just before they were totally extinguished.

Storm: His presence breached the storm of her powers and she coughed on a gasp and sensed him and his desperate affection so suddenly it choked her mind to stillness; the flames suddenly vanished, and Dove was left choking on the dust from the section of collapsed wall – her powers had ravaged the room.

Makeshift: A makeshift bowl wouldn’t be so hard to obtain…

~*~

Paper: (This one was hard to find for some reason. It was mentioned in a lot of the files, referring to notes written on paper, and it was used quite a few times in the emvents, but I'm not comfortable sharing those. It's not the WHOLE word, but this is from the revamp of Kary's debut.)

She sat down on the cold, unforgiving concrete and tried to breathe it all away. No, no, she couldn’t faint in the city, not around these people!

A breeze rustled the desiccated newspapers at the end of the alley, blowing in some less-stale air, and she inhaled deeply as she regathered her strength. She needed to find something to eat, and fast. Soon she’d be too weak to travel, then too weak to walk... but it hurt, this place was giving her such a headache...

Whimpering quietly, the dog nuzzled her hands and licked her across the cheek as if begging her to get up.

“Okay...” The dizziness gone, she stood warily. She had to hold her hand on the wall for balance, and to ward off the uncertainty that she couldn’t do it. She wouldn't give her body any other choice. Testing her legs again – at least they’d hold her up.

--

Sunset: (An excerpt from the Team Transition story file, describing character!Zira (who had the name before I took it for myself)...)

Looking closer, her eyes seemed to glow with a smooth but wary light, the violet-gray of a sunset thinly veiled with incoming stormclouds. He'd never seen a color like that... and her face was just barely discernible in the hood's shadow. The eyes, mouth, and areas between were visible - but the shape of her face was impossible to tell; the edges melded into the shadows too smoothly. He wondered how she got her hood to do that so perfectly.

--

Natural: (I use this word a lot, apparently. But I haven't shared any secretshipping scenes yet!)

And through her concentration, Dove was hopelessly confused when she heard HIM muttering, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry...”

“You haven’t DONE anything...”

"I know, and that’s WHY.” Whatever he was feeling, it was strong enough to leave Dove breathless and it wouldn’t let him speak through his throat. It was only natural to thought-speak in this conducive mindscape, anyways.

"Srentha."

"I’m so sorry I can’t do anything to HELP!”

"Srentha, you're crying..."

"I want to HELP you, Dove! But I tried everything - the herbs, the magic, the memories - and none of it did you any good! You even seem worse - I feel so USELESS!"

Dove’s whirl of confusion seemed to shock the storm to silence. She felt concern so deep it ached, and deeply desperately frustrated crackles of white lightning still sparked out all around her. "No... no, Srentha, that is SO far from true..."

"But I probably only made you worse."

He blinked his wide, tear-soaked eyes, and looked into her indigo gaze so deeply it broke her heart to pieces. He was crying, and to see that usually lit-up and enthusiastic gaze so desperate and hopeless... It was like taking the stars from the night sky.

--

Leather: (From the opening of Dove's Dark Discovery, chapter 14...)

This wind felt heavy… strong… Approaching.

She flapped hurriedly – the dark already held her. She fled, her heart quickening. Feathers darkening, melding with the shadows, blending in and erasing edges until she was one with the blackness no matter how frantically she tried to evade, the invisible claws were already latched on.

And the bird herself changed. Full wings became ragged. Claws hooked the wingtips. Beak filled with knifepoint teeth, deadly, made to tear - lit by red fire of cruelty in her eyes. Feather became leather, roughhewn, scales. This bird was no longer an image of peace but an icon of evil. Peace to protection, serenity to strength as her lithe form slithered onward, onward, flexing new muscles as she glided towards a red light that was more like a bloodstain on the velvety black background.

--

Bookmark: (Weirdly enough, the book word was one of the least frequently occurring in my story notes! And half of them aren't even fully written. So here, take this. From something I wrote 10+ years ago.)

If only, if only... She could dream, no harm in that... unless the dream turned into a nightmare... Psh, right. Nightmares, what a joke. At least you WAKE UP and get away from the prison, or you find yourself on a comfy bed before you hit the ground.

She shook her head, bringing her eyes back into focus and back to the book.

Two words, a sentence...

She sighed inwardly as she lay the book aside gently, placing in the tiny paper bookmark... right next to her on the bed. She stared up at the ceiling, the plastic stars stuck up there with tack and - what was that, duct tape...? Well, it wasn't anything like the night sky, even when the lamp went off - those streetlights at her window robbed the phosphorescent stars of their beauty. She wondered, wished she could have a skylight, tilted away form the sick electric glow of the street and facing the south, or west towards the parkway... Maybe south-southeast, where the winter moon would rise tonight, slender and beautiful.

Ah, if only, if only...

--

Steel: (From the yet-unpublished revamp of Unforeseen and Unforesaken, I present to you an excerpt from my favorite scene in the revamped "Revelations" chapter!)

Empathically connected, Raven began working to ground Dove's energies, but this time she was far more fueled by the need to defend her friends against whatever dangers Dove had brought to them.

She didn't know what they were anymore. But she knew she needed to stop them.

So her eyes screwed tight, her face shadowed a grimace, her body clenched in resistance to the raging uncontrolled power she not only sensed, but shared, processed; taking charge, taking control, taking Dove's burden upon herself.

But there was more to Raven's connections-- much, much more than simple emotive empathy. Telepathy; clairvoyance; clairsentience. And a mind was much more than just emotions and power.

Facts, memories, details-- all things Raven knew to steel herself against when she opened herself to their ravages.

Dove's terror had long unleashed disorganized subconscious telepathic projections that Raven fought off instinctively.

But nothing could have prepared her for the shock that followed when Dove's life truths hit her awareness.

Raven's eyes flew open, wide and pinpricked and back rigid under shoulders that pulled back so suddenly both her concentration and the connection were shattered into fizzling black sparks.

--

Chill: (This one hasn't been placed in a story just yet, let alone published. If I ever do publish it, it'll likely be in the collection of Dove's childhood memories. If you've ever been curious about how Dove thought about Raven during her childhood...)

Raven was like a legend to her. And when she SAW her in her mother's memories for the first time: She was powerfully hit with sympathy... but also deep fascination.

That first time, she found herself thinking about her a lot, wondering, wistful - sympathetic. How could someone so young, made to be cold and calm, be the end to their world?

Her mother had told her enough about the way she was treated for Dove to know that very few, if any, had an answer. And she kept these wonderings mostly to herself.

That glimpse of her face became familiar in her thoughts. Dove studied the memory - her inhumanly pale skin, hair draping in an unearthly color, eyes deep yet distant. Relating her to the stories - Raven, the omen, the child that quaked Azarath in birth and would send them all to their death. More than story, not only prophecy - but Azar's sacred decree.

And Azar - RAISING her!

Sometimes she asked her mother if she can see her again. And Alerina would smile in that softly, sadly, sympathetic way of hers, and bring the memory back, so easily.

And then Dove studied every little aspect, mentally tracing the curve of her jawline, the hooded curve of her eyelids, the effortless focus so unobtainable to her... Tracing her, learning her, again and again and again. Until she realized she was dedicating her to memory.

And suddenly, Raven to her seemed REAL.

She was surprised at the depth of her feeling, for a moment - and then she asked her mother if she could see her yet again. She wanted to be sure her memorization was accurate. She didn't want to distort Raven behind her eyes, the way everyone else had done.

She found, her mother's memory of that glimpse was already slightly cloudy and vague... but what Dove knew was accurate to her humanity, her ethereal appearance, her chill.

--

Ember: (I had a hard time finding this word itself because I don't know how to specify that in File Explorer. But I could in Word at least! And even then, I had to approximate it... Here's one from DDD, chapter 18.)

Movie night.

Raven thought it was a bad idea for Dove to join them, with how erratic her emotions had been lately, and said exactly as much.

"It's just a movie," Dove muttered in a quiet monotone. "It can't be that dangerous..." Her cloak had adopted an unusual color, a faded orange, like dying embers just before they were totally extinguished.

Raven supposed it signaled apathy.

--

Storm: (Unpublished scene from The Next Step wherein Dove has a nightmare...)

“Dove, you’re screaming again!”

Srentha ran in full-speed through the doorway, though he was already panting hard.

His presence breached the storm of her powers and she coughed on a gasp and sensed him and his desperate affection so suddenly it choked her mind to stillness; the flames suddenly vanished, and Dove was left choking on the dust from the section of collapsed wall – her powers had ravaged the room.

Bedside he leaned over so he could see her in the near-endless blackness (was it just him or was her room even darker than usual?) – her eyes were wide, desperate, hurt, absently gaping up at him as she gasped desperately for breath, frozen in place.

"Dove, are you alright?!"

She didn’t answer – but she didn’t pull away, so he knew it was okay to clutch her close to him, promising her it was only a dream until the black-laced lightning wore itself out and her convulsive breaths had calmed to a quiet shudder.

--

Makeshift: (From an unpublished chapter of Srentha's debut story, Fire and Flight.)

He nodded to himself, finalizing that today would be the day he left. He pulled one of the oldest corked bottles from his robe, tilting his head in calculation. It wouldn’t be easy, but if he could form some of the more basic ingredients from the ashes, and if he could gather the right quantities, it would only be a matter of combining them in a container big enough the hold the solution. A makeshift bowl wouldn’t be so hard to obtain…

And so he set to work, gathering a pile of ash here, a broken chunk of the ground there, all the while keeping track of his findings and being sure he had exactly the right amount of everything. And then he called forth his energies, sitting on the ground and beginning the transformations. Each object shifted as he cast the spells, smoothly changing their shape, color, texture – first the bowl, then the white powder, the golden sand, and the deep blue liquid from his vial. He added each ingredient to the mix, carrying out each step more carefully than he ever had before.

Finally, the mixture took on a faint glow, and he smiled. The light emanating from the bowl faded as he tapped the final drops into the mixture, leaving a mass of glittering white-blue crystals, so small they seemed to be made of sand. So many thoughts flashed through his mind as he stood and took the bowl in his arms – if this worked and he did manage to pierce the dimensional boundary, how was he going to find the way to Earth? Would he be able to find his long-lost friend? Would he even be able to stay on that world long enough to search for her? And how would she react when they met? Would she believe it was really him…?

She’ll know, a voice within him promised – she always knew when he was lying in the past, so what would keep her from knowing the truth now?

[ilkkawhat]

finally broke the block after 15 days!!!! hoping i'm not jinxing it!!!!!!

The drive to a crime scene at a remote meat packaging plant in the middle of the night was a recipe for disaster. The road was paved with a thin layer of ice and sandwiched between two walls of snow about a foot off the ground. There were no lights except the moon and the two bright beams from his vehicle, no sound but the hum of his engine and the lowered volume of his radio, murmurs of a rambling late night radio host that he only put on because coffee wasn’t enough to keep him awake. Niko cursed at himself for giving in to Kari’s request because the man himself had his obligations to stay for his family while Niko didn’t have anybody, something that had been on his mind more often than not as of late. 

The moon became hidden as he entered a thicket, he was getting closer to the plant. The frozen trees had looked like magnificent statues in daylight that he pointed out like shapes of clouds in the sky to his earlier passenger, but the darkness had since transformed them into looming stalking shadows that made him feel less comfortable. His foot leaned harder into the pedal out of an urge to get to his destination faster, as if something were chasing him. A trick of an exhausted mind, the rational part of him knew there was nothing following him, leaving only wafts of powdered snow billowing behind him. The road seemed like it was becoming narrower, twisting into itself like a spiral. He cut one curve a little too fast, heard an alarm in the form of tires warning him to slow down, which he tried to, but just as he did he drove into another curve in the opposite direction. He knew it wasn’t much longer until the road would straighten out, he took his foot off the gas, tried to coast back to control but his foot slammed the brake, a mistake but he swore he saw something move among the trees, coming at him—

The car swung around, he dared to think he would be safe in crashing backwards into the tree but as fast as his heart had rose in twisted hope, it sank in terror as the car swung itself horizontally into a tree on the driver’s side. His head bounced like a pinball against the window that didn’t crack, he felt an impact but didn’t feel any immediate damage to anything but the hood of his car. It wasn’t that bad, he dared to think, until he heard a tingling crack of an army of icicles that rained down onto his car like the worst type of hail.

He saw it just in time to hold up an arm to shield himself from the shattering glass cascading with a mixture of sharp shards and frozen ones. His body heaved in labored pants intercutting the ethereal wind now howling at at the door that he clamors out of, stumbling sideways into the snow.

He fumbled for his phone deep inside a jacket pocket as the world teetered beneath him. He rolled up into a sitting position, leant his back against the car as he pulled his phone up. Niko’s fingers trembled, his eyes squinted as he pressed the emergency numbers. Each press was a churn to his nauseating stomach. A fruitless effort, there was no service, no tower for the past five miles, at least. 

“Fuck!”

He pounded his fisted hand backwards against the car, another dent would just be a molehill to the mountain of payments he’d have to make to repair his car, if it wasn’t totaled entirely. The action triggered another shake of the tree, a small amount of snow added salt to his wound in an almost literal sense as the snow fell onto his head, further planting small shards of glass that had stuck to him further into his winter hat.

“Niko?”

A voice, clear as a whistle from the other side of the car. 

“Lena? Is…is that you?”

“In the flesh. You must have hit your head pretty hard to forget me.”

“But…but I came alone.”

“At first, until you just happened to pass by my home, catching me having a smoke outside and practically begging me to come with you.”

His heart sank. How could he have forgotten? How could he have been such an asshole and ignored her wellbeing in the crash? 

He dug out his flashlight and got to his feet, stumbled as he crawled onto the side of the driver’s seat to see Lena still sitting in the car, turned sideways to face him with frazzled hair, brushing glass off of her coat and out of her hair. 

“Y-You okay?” 

“I’ll live. You got a few pieces—” Lena gestured to her head, pointing out the spots in the mirror that Niko should pluck out. Slowly, he followed her movements, wincing as he removed the shards of glass from the top of his head. One of them was stuck to his skin. 

Once he was done he moved himself fully to the driver’s seat, a trail of heavy breaths ending in an even heavier sigh. 

“Phone doesn’t work,” he told Lena. 

“Figures.” 

“You don’t seem all that bothered by what happened,” Niko sneered back. He felt a twinge of pain in the spot that he pulled the glass from. He reached up and swiveled the rear view mirror closer, to get a better look at himself.

“Driving with an overtired Niko Uusitalo was just a disaster waiting to happen. You are allowed to tell Kari ‘no,’ you know.” 

His eyes followed the stream of blood that trickled from his forehead as it rolled over his cheek and into the snowy patch of his beard. He shivered as he raised a hand to wipe the snow away, but Lena caught his wrist and stopped him. She did it herself.

[nervousfestlove]

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