#Light Cronicles

[flyingraijinguy]

**📱 Anime Characters On Social Media: Light Yagami’s Twitter Obsession 🤯**

*Ever wonder what happens when your favorite anime characters get their hands on social media? Well, buckle up because we’re about to dive into the madness!*

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Imagine **Light Yagami** from *Death Note* on Twitter...

🎯 **“RT if you’re a fan of justice ⚖️. Ignore and you’re next. #KiraLives”**

📲 Light’s timeline would be an endless thread of mysterious tweets that would leave us questioning our safety. But let’s be honest—he’d have *10M followers overnight* because... well, no one wants to be on his "list." 💀

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🔥 *“I’m the god of the new world. Don’t @ me.”* 🔥

Light’s DMs would be flooded with people trying to stay on his good side. *But, just imagine him leaving replies like*:

**“I see everything. 👁️”**

*Yup, instant chills. Imagine refreshing your feed and BAM! You’re faced with Light casually deciding someone’s fate with a single tweet.*

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⚡**Hook:** Ever wondered how Light would handle Twitter beef? 💥

You’d think he’d stay calm and composed, right? But no. Light would throw shade like:

**“Some people out here acting like L is better than me. Let’s just say they won’t be tweeting much longer… 👀 #JustSaying”**

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✨ ***"Being smart is cool, but having a Death Note... now that’s next level."*** ✨

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⚡**In a world of influencers, Light Yagami would be the ultimate ‘influencer’—in more ways than one!** 😂

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As a goodbye, imagine Light tweeting this:

**“Goodbye... for now. But remember, I’m always watching. 👁️✍️ #StaySafe #KiraOut”**

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👉 Like, comment, and let us know: *What’s the first thing YOU would tweet if you had the Death Note in your hands?* 💀

[ajwild220]

Lucy's Cordial imagine

I have a thought about the wounds that have been healed by Lucy's cordial. True, they are invisible, no trace has been left where the wound once was, but I wonder...what about when they come back to our world? The magic of the cordial still runs through their veins. What if, where the wound once was, is left a small sliver of gold, but only in strong England sunlight.

Perhaps Susan had an art class over the summer holiday, and as the sun poured down on the students as they sketched in the garden, something odd happened. A small circle about the size of an arrow tip began to almost glow on Susan's arm. Her friend saw it out of the corner of her eye before turning to an oblivious Susan. Could it have been a reflection? The girl turned her head, looking for anything that could cause it to no avail. She couldn't help but stare for a moment, perplexed; the spot was almost beautiful, too beautiful to be from the sun from our world. She was about to ask Susan when a voice came from above,

"Miss Lenix, is there a good reason you have abandoned your sketch to stare at Miss Pevensie?"

Thoroughly embarrassed, the girl immediately resumed drawing, and when she finally had the courage to look again, the spot was gone. Yet another mystery about Susan Penvensie.

Or perhaps Peter had decided to go swimming with his chums in the river. All of them laughing and messing around, pushing each other over, and play fighting in the water. The sun is shining down brightly as they all begin to exit the water, still laughing merrily. However, when Peter comes out of the river all smiles and golden hair, dripping from head to toe, it is almost as if someone has marked a line all the way from his shoulder blade, wrapping around him to just under his ribcage. It shimmers in the light. Golden like a pot that has been shattered and pieced together with precious metal. Beautiful and dazzling, magnificent. Everyone who saw thought surely their mind was deceiving them. A trick of the light, they convinced themselves. And when Peter finally replaced his loose cotton shirt, the incident was quickly forgotten.

Perhaps Lucy was climbing a tree in their backyard in Finchley barefoot, small legs swaying in the air, perfectly happy as the sun filtered through the leaves. Her mother sticks her head out the window to call in her youngest for a glass of lemonade when a glint catches her eye. A sliver of gold runs the length of Lucy's leg, from her thigh to her ankle. It radiates as if filled with pure light and magic. Very odd happenings for Mrs. Pevensies household.

"Lucy, dear do hurry in please." she calls out, a hint of concern in her tone.

Lucy jumps down from the tree with ease and skips through the yard, followed closely by the eyes of her mother. There the line remains almost a beautiful ornament to its small keeper. However, when Lucy enters through the squeaky kitchen screen door to receive her lemonade, no such mark is to be found. Nothing out of the ordinary, just some small scrapes and muddy knees. As Lucy sits on the counter happily drinking lemonade, her mother can't help but watch her and ponder what strange happenings have come to her household since her children went away.

And just perhaps Peter and Edmund are trying to explain to the girls a play of rugby they learned. The whole process went haywire from the start, but all four were enjoying themselves immensely. Lucy was being of no help; no matter who had the ball or what was happening, she tried to tackle Peter, which always led to a giggling mess. Susan actually tried for the sake of her brothers. Edmund tended to use Peter's generally incapacitated state to make a new play through the chaos. However, as the sun beat down and they continued on, Ed tried to make it between Peter and Susan, who promptly took him down. Lucy hopped on the pile, adding to all the ruckus. When his siblings finally chose to heed the cries of "Get off of me! Peter's squashing my ribs!" they all sat back, smiling and breathing hard. Edmund's shirt had crept up above his stomach, and a fascinating thing happened before their eyes. It was like a beam of light had come from inside, shining with life. They all knew what it was without it being said. The wound from the witch's wand glowed brightly in our world. Wordlessly they looked at one another, but instead of horror, a strange feeling overcame them all. One of peace and light, for the magic of Narnia, flowed through all their veins and shone with a light our world could only dream of.

[youreaclownnow]

Dream blunt rotation and nightmare blunt rotation

going all out for this question now teehee :3

REAL LIFE/HISTORICAL FIGURES DREAM BLUNT ROTATION

marx, jesus christ, and tomino

REAL LIFE/HISTORICAL FIGURES NIGHTMARE BLUNT ROTATION

elon musk, trump, and ayn rand

FICTIONAL (non gundam) DREAM BLUNT ROTATION

integra hellsing, hagakure yasuhiro, and wadanohara

FICTIONAL (non gundam) NIGHTMARE BLUNT ROTATION

charlie manx (book version, never watched the TV ver of N0S4A2), caliborn homestuck, and The Onceler

GUNDAM DREAM BLUNT ROTATION (theres sooo many i wanna smoke with tbh)

Suletta, haro, and ral

after much deliberation ive concluded these 3 would have the best weed around besides char, but unlike char, would probably be chill to light up with

GUNDAM NIGHTMARE BLUNT ROTATION

ghiren, cronicle asher, and tem ray

[ao3feed--reylo]

A Lightyear in your shoes

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/VxdGoqn

by Spiegatrix

A tall figure stops at the wrecked doorway of what’s left of the Tico living pod. For a moment Rose struggles to see. The air is thick with fog, smoke, and just their breaths. She squints as the stranger takes a few steps toward them, and when a tick, wooly great coat is draped around her and her sister’s little bodies, she can only grasp at it eagerly even though she can barely feel her hands anymore.

The face staring at her and Paige belongs to a man in an Imperial uniform. His features are not monstrous like Rose had imagined from the tales of the villagers. He’s a man, a common man with green eyes and a fiery red beard. She had never seen someone like him, and she just stares at him in awe and fear. There’s not an ounce of kindness in his eyes as he lifts Rose in his arms, still wrapped in his coat, and holds her firmly against his hip before offering his free, gloved hand for Paige to grab.

Words: 3586, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of The Citadel Cronicles

Fandoms: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, Star Wars - All Media Types

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Rose Tico, Armitage Hux, Paige Tico, Brendol Hux, Rey (Star Wars), Ben Solo, Phasma (Star Wars), Finn (Star Wars)

Relationships: Armitage Hux/Rose Tico, minor Rey/Rose - Relationship, Background Reylo - Relationship

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Role Reversal, Canonverse but all good guys are bad guys and (almost) all bad guys are good guys, First Order Rose Tico, First Order Paige Tico, Resistance Hux, Resistance Phasma, Dark!Rey, jedi!ben solo, Mention of Arranged Marriage, mention of breeding, mention of voluntary sterilization, things are pretty dark, Bisexual Rose Tico, Rose Tico Has Issues, Armitage Hux is actually kinda nice, Rough Upbringing, Daddy Issues, Smut, Heavy Angst, Hate Sex, well at least one-sided hate sex, Light Dom/sub, Soft Dom Man/Bratty Sub Woman, Praise Kink, Messy, Rose Tico needs a hug but she'll kill you if you try, GingerroseHub's Gingerrose Week 2023, no beta we die like Brendol, Minor Injuries, Blood

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/VxdGoqn

[augustameretrix]

I wanted to post pictures of katejinas ultimate hair down boobs out look holding uso and cronicle in the palm of her hand but the diffused light made em look blurry. the dirty shredded gloves are a bit overkill but I liked em

[hopebaker]

i have mood board blog but ima ask for requests on here because im hella bored

look at tags

@hopesmoodboards

@mggmoodboards

my moodboard blogs

[zezowatyduet]

Wybierz gwiazdę na ciemnym horyzoncie i podążaj za jej światłem

Regina Spektor - The Call

[ribbonkey]

I don't have time to do anything , still I managed to play some great ace attorney fortunately QwQ  I just finished the first one , i can’t wait to start tgaa: resolve, there’s A LOT here 

i needed to try out some new color styles for some personal project I have and it has influnced my fanarts too, hope you still like them! 

my instagram changed, here’s the new one! isldfjklkf

[image description:  four drawings of some characters from the great ace attorney cronicles games

the first one a close up portrait of Herlock sholmes cut in the middle , showing just the left half of his face the upper part of his face is covered by a drammatic blue shadow, behind him a light blue background where is written in white “the great detective”

the second one is a picture of Asogi, in the middle of reading , being interupted by a really young Susato and Ryunosuke running toward him the little Susato is  excitedly holding a volume of the randst magazine, wanting Asogi to read it for her. near Asogi there’s a pile of large books, beside that there is no background  the third picture is just a close up cropped picture of the previous one 

the forth picture is a close up picture of Iris Watson seen from above  she is looking at the viewer , hands crossed like in some of the sprites from the game she’s smiling excitedly chanting “oh, show me, show me!” underlining her curious nature. End ID]

[beardofkamenev]

The Romance of Catherine and Owen

From Elis Gruffydd’s Chronicle of the Six Ages (1552)

Image: ‘The Seduction of Lancelot’, Le livre de Lancelot du Lac (c. 1401-1425)

This extract from Elis Gruffydd’s 16th century chronicle, Cronicl o Wech Oesoedd (Chronicle of the Six Ages), relays one of the popular theories of how Catherine de Valois, the Dowager Queen of England, met Owen Tudor, the Welsh squire who would become her second husband. In this version, Owen first comes to Catherine’s attention when she spies him bathing naked in a stream, and she later contrives to meet him in secret.

Catherine had been a widow for some years. The council forbade her to marry again, a prohibition which she openly resented. [1] At that time, a squire of Gwynedd, who was chief butler at court, [2] conceived an attachment for the queen's maid of honour.

One day in summer, he and his friends were bathing in the stream which skirts the castle walls. The Queen, observing them, saw that Owen — for that was the squire's name — surpassed the others in skill, and was more handsome of figure. Whereupon she turned to her maid and said, “Yonder then is thy lover?” “In truth,” replied the maid, “no sooner am I alone than he plagues me with his attentions.” “Let me,” replied Catherine, “take your place in disguise to-night, and he shall harass you no more.” 

Owen and the maid used to meet on the gallery not far from the queen's chamber. Thither the Queen made her way stealthily at nightfall. Owen had already arrived. Only a few words had passed between them when they saw a light approaching as though the Queen, as Owen thought, was on her way to her chamber. The maid's demeanour was strange, he thought, and he began to suspect that he was being deceived. He would have kissed her lips; but Catherine, who wished to conceal her face, struggled, and received a slight wound on her cheek. Meanwhile the light was coming nearer, and they parted. 

Next day Catherine instructed her chamberlain to command Owen to serve her in person at dinner. Then it was that Owen discovered that the Queen herself was the fair intruder, and he bent his head at the thought that he had wounded her. According to some, he would immediately have returned to his native land; according to others, the Queen herself detained him at court, and having ascertained his descent from the old British kings, married him secretly.

[Notes under the cut]

This translation from the original Welsh by J. Alban Morris can be found in Howell T. Evans’ seminal work, Wales and the Wars of the Roses (1905). Though a monumental literary achievement and wonderful example of Elizabethan Welsh language text, Elis Gruffydd’s Chronicle is “unreliable in many details.” For example, it claims that Owen Tudor was executed for marrying Catherine (he was executed in 1461 after the Battle of Mortimer’s Cross, twenty-four years after Catherine’s death), and that his marriage to Catherine took place in 1425 (it most likely took place in 1429).

There are no reliable accounts of how Owen and Catherine's romance began; there are, however, many poetical traditions. One of Owen’s contemporaries, the Welsh poet Ieuan Gethin (c.1390-1470), wrote that “on a feast day, [Owen] fell in love ... with the daughter of the king of the land of wine,” and that their meeting had been “energetic” and “passionate.” This accords with later English accounts that Owen first came to Catherine’s attention when he accidentally fell into her lap while dancing at a feast. The Elizabethan poet Michael Drayton (1563-1631) memorialised this event in his 1597 poem, Owen Tudor to Queen Katherine:

When in your presence I was call'd to dance, In loftie Tricks whilst I my selfe advance, And in a Turne, my footing fay I'd by hap, Was't not my chance to light into your lap? Who would not judge it fortunes greatest grace, Sith he must fall, to fall in such a place?

Another Elizabethan poet, Hugh Holland (1569-1633), wrote similarly:

His knee did hit against her softer thigh. I hope he felt no great hurt by the fall. That happy fall which mounted him so high.

However, as the historian R.A. Griffiths noted, “the pot-pourri of myth, romanticism, tradition and later anti-Tudor propaganda surrounding this match can rarely be substantiated with historical fact.” It would be unwise to take any of these accounts as a reliable record of the events precipitating Owen and Catherine’s romance, however appealing they may be.

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[1] This refers to a parliamentary statute passed sometime between 13 October 1427 and 25 March 1428, prohibiting Dowager Queens of England from remarrying without the full consent of the king, which could only be granted once the king came of age. Any man who married a Dowager Queen without the king’s permission would forfeit his lands and possessions for the rest of his life. As Henry VI, Catherine’s son, was only six or seven years old at the time, she potentially faced another decade of widowhood. The statute was probably a response to a 1426 petition from the Commons— likely instigated by Catherine herself— requesting that hindrances to her remarriage be abolished; the petition was rejected and gave rise to the statute. It appears to have been passed with the agreement of both Henry VI’s Protector, his uncle Humphrey, Duke of Gloucester, and the de facto leader of the Regency Council, Humphrey’s adversary and half-uncle, Cardinal Henry Beaufort.

[2] The words “chief butler at court” appear to be an oversimplified and somewhat inaccurate translation from the original Welsh. Most scholars agree that Elis Gruffudd claimed that Owen had been Catherine’s “servant and sewer” (“yn wasanaethwr ac yn sewer”)— someone who serves dishes and tastes them. Although Elis Gruffydd’s source is unknown, his claim is not at odds with Henry VI's description of Owen as his “very dear friend and esquire” (“nostre tres cher ame et escuyer”). Owen was perhaps one of Catherine’s Esquires of the Household: a role which would have afforded him intimate access to the Queen. This also comports with the 15th century ‘Lincoln Roll’, which disparagingly refers to Owen as “a chamber servant.” The popular theory put forward by the Victorian writer Agnes Strickland (1796-1874)— that Owen specifically served as Catherine’s Master of the Wardrobe— does not appear to be substantiated. Nevertheless, it is almost certain that Owen served Catherine’s household and came to her attention that way.

Sources: Howell T. Evans, Wales and the Wars of the Roses (1905); Claire Sponsler, The Queen's Dumbshows: John Lydgate and the Making of Early Theater (2014); Ann Parry Owen, ‘“An audacious man of beautiful words”: Ieuan Gethin (c.1390-1470)’, Proceedings of the Harvard Celtic Colloquium, Vol. 34 (2014)

[mrabubu]

Firstly, I wasn’t sure how to tell Abel’s (my oc) backstory, only with text, or maybe draw the comics. But I’ve decided to write text, and illustrate it /Like I do most of the time, yeah.../.

So, as always, all of this isn’t canon, it’s just my imagination, which I want to share with people, and maybe somebody will find all this interesting...

Like I wrote here, Abel and Aaravos were companions, and when things started to get complicated (about that Aaravos taught humans dark magic), Abel decided not to leave while he still could. He stayed with Aaravos, to support him, even if Abel told that he’s not going to help him. But in the confrontation between Aaravos and Avizandum (again, my imagination. maybe, in the tdp canon there was no battle between them, so, if that is so, I apologize), Abel redirected one of Avizandum’s lightings, and it strucked his arms.

After Aaravos was trapped behind the mirror, Abel was taken by the guard to Avizandum. He decided not to kill him, as he was harmless, but also didn’t let him go. Abel still was considered as Aaravos’s accomplice. By Avizandum’s order, he was send to the great library, which was atop the spire, to be it’s one and only librarian and guardian.

To prevent any chance for Abel to escape, the lightning marks on his hands were enchanted, so if he tries to use any kind of magic, or leave the library, the marks will start to hurt, like they’re on fire.

Abel’s job is to take care of the library and it’s knowlege. From time to time, elves from the dragon guard visits him, bring new books and scrolls, telling him  stories about what’s happening in the world, so he could cronicle them. Aside from that, basically, he’s isolated all alone. 

The library is so high above the clouds, that there are no birds, or any other animals. The clouds themselves are so dense, that it’s impossible to see the ground through them.

Even though Abel knew that all this wasn't going to end well, in the end, he still was feeling anger. just didn't know who he feel angry with: Aaravos, or himself.

Through the ages spended there, he was thinking about if he should’ve left in the first place while he still could, or maybe helped Aaravos, so it all wouldn’t turned out the way it turned. Or maybe he should’ve tried and stop him...?

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A little more information about Abel: - Abel is a startouch elf. Aside from star arcanum, with time, he was able to learn the sky arcanum, but it wasn’t easy for him, so he wasn’t even thinking about mastering other primal sources, and was pleased with what he had.

- Abel is more of a practical person, than theoretical.  

- He’s more interested in art, than science or history, even though he’s got a big potential, and catches on pretty fast. In reality, he could be ether a scientist, or a doctor.

- Abel plays the piano.

- Abel is lefthanded.

[psychedelicpotato]

The Playlist Chronicles #4

Hello all!! 👋🏻

Welcome to the fourth installment of The Playlist Cronicles: the post where I detail songs that I listen to.

The date is Monday, September 19, 2022. And wow; I haven't done one of these in a while. I think the last one I did was back in either December of 2021 or January of 2022—I can't really remember, I have a terrible memory.

Anyways, I'll try to post more of these because it seems to me that people like these (or at least that one installment that got like twenty-something notes), but with the very busy summer vacation I had plus school starting, I hadn't had time to do one of these. But that's gonna change today. Starting now, I'm gonna be doing these more often.

So here it is (and feel free to check out any of these songs if you're curious!):

God Part II - U2

Romeo's Distress - Christian Death

Will Of The People - Muse

The Right Profile - The Clash

The Passion of Lovers - Bauhaus

Shine a Little Light - The Black Keys

Harlot - The Wake

Get On Your Boots - U2

No Line On The Horizon - U2

Cats Or Devils Eyes - Children On Stun

Psycho - Muse

Therapy - Switchblade Symphony

Staring At The Sun - U2

Allegedly, Dancefloor Tragedy - Suspiria

Hate & War - The Clash

I Will Follow - U2

Seconds - U2

Strangelove - Depeche Mode

So Far Away - Social Distortion

Wasteland - The Mission

Criminal - Strange Tides

Crystal Days - Echo & the Bunnymen

Stay Free - The Clash

I Gave You Everything - Then Comes Silence

Sideshow - The Wake

Lion - Small Halo

Silver And Gold (Live - Rattle & Hum Version) - U2

Away - Chiasm

Weird Gets Strange - Then Comes Silence

Valley Of The Scars - Diva Destruction

Drool (Mother) - Switchblade Symphony

Dive - Bauhaus

World in My Eyes - Depeche Mode

The Rest Will Follow - Then Comes Silence

Walk Away - The Sisters Of Mercy

I hope you've enjoyed this installment of The Playlist Chronicles. Y'all stay safe and have a wonderful day!! ❤

[cantimagnetici]

The pre-order of two new canti Magnetici albums is now online (date release 9th February 2021, cd and digital).

All pre orders comes with a secret extra album.

Sammartano - WATERFRONT CD album - Canto 29

WATERFRONT by Sammartano

The failure of the Waterfront Project. A social, architectural and landscape intervention planned for years as a redevelopment of the coastal stretch and as a new connection between the port and the city. After the collapse of the bridges, the Artificial Island began to move to reach its two sister islands facing the city. Since then, things have definitely fallen apart. The harbor sirens mourn the death of another son of the two seas and the last gangs skirt the wall that separates the city from the Military Arsenal ruins to admire the fluorescent light of the infected green area, the colors of new plants and the voices of birds and cetaceans. This is how these places and their natural inhabitants, humans and not, have reorganized their own spaces and lives by themselves, regaining their independence and autonomy, rejecting any intervention imposed from outside. It’s from these areas of unease and marginalization that new voices can develop, in a sort of cultural unconscious that belongs to the new, weird and eccentric manifestations of the Nature. Sammartano plays the post-catastrophe and its peaceful atmosphere. Continuing to explore the possibilities of his minimal junked equipment, he puts together fragments of disintegrated music. The sound is a waste, son of chaos and randomness. it's accumulated, it's piled up and always in balance, tending to collapse. This time, however, it seems to be lulling you into warm marine radiations. Taranto is a city that seems to come out from China Mieville’s Bas Lag. Waterfront is the inaugural chant of its new dark exotic era. "The Municipality of Taranto was declared bankrupt effective 31 December 2005, having accrued liabilities of €637 million. This was one of the biggest financial crises which has ever hit a municipality. The Full Years were Taranto's golden age, when the city had achieved its greatest advances in science, technology, and thaumaturgy. Decline set in during the late 21th century, however, and some of this knowledge was lost. Desperate to prove that the golden age was not at an end, Taranto constructed a massive ship, the largest in the world at that time, intended to be the pinnacle of Taranto industry. The Rompighiaccio Destiny was a boondoggle, however, suffering from several design flaws. It was briefly converted into an ineffectual warship during the Pirate Wars, and ended up quietly "sinking" a few years later". taken from "The Full Years: Cronicles from a Submerged City"

Devid Ciampalini - Sorgente CD album - Canto 28

Sorgente by Devid Ciampalini

Sorgente is the first solo album by the Italian Maestro Devid Ciampalini. Recorded in a period of isolation spent in Garfagnana, a geographical and historical area in Tuscany, between the Apuan Alps and the main chain of the Tuscan Emilian Apennines, Sorgente reflects the nature of his genesis and the shapeless character of the watercourses which inspired it. On the footsteps of itineraries traveled in youth, Devid opens a dialogue between the natural elements of these unspoiled landscapes and the analog equipment used for processing and revealing what captured during the recordings sessions. The electronic bleep blops of these strange and lively compositions have something that recalls the blossoming mushrooms, the vivid green of the moss that springs up on the stones, the smells of the undergrowth, the movements of all the micro fauna that lives in the so called Alta Valle del Serchio and something of the gentle and bizarre character of Devid himself. As the well-known Italian metaphonist Marcello Bacci, also from Tuscany, Devid seems to research something of secret and hidden into the sounds he’s playing with. Surrounded by tape recorders, old synthesizers, sonorous objects and strange self-made stuff, Devid moves like a medium in the middle of his experience, filtering and mixing, and then redistributing sound bubbles in the attempt of blending natural phenomena and electronica into new elements, sometimes more abstract, sometimes more concrete. Recording devices provide a chance of spirit communication and try to connect us to this different plane of reality. The sound, after switching to a reel-to-reel tape recorder, and after being randomly cut and pasted, reveals itself completely at about ear level as an ecologically shimmering sound system. 

[fairies-anonymous-co]

in the 4000s as the reverentians started to truly take hold of the pyerlinds and the airlands, when they slaughtered all the mixlings they found in the pyerlinds, resistence came from some hunters who rebelled but also from a half werewolf half angel known only as feathers.

Feathers’ story starts in 3998 when the man posing as whiteraw at the time got the angel of pride drunk. The drunk angel quickly flew past the limits of his temple, he found a reclusive woman and raped her, and left as soon as he had come. She give birth to what she thought was a daughter 9 months later. She named feathers Natalie, a name that feathers would grow to dispise. His wings would only grow in once he was about 4 years old. His first memories of his mother became those of the reclusive woman muttering “feathers, feathers, feathers”. Feathers’ mother was a werewolf, she was one of the few werewolves that were proud of it, and she hated her daughter for bringing his purity and angelity into her household. She abused him for his entire life with her, and after many years of fending for himself Feathers thought finding his father might fix his mind. He flew into the temple of light and after being directed from servant to servant and being forced into a sauna and a massage he finally found his way to the angels. He found the angel of pride and with hope in his eyes he spoke to his father for the first time.

“Hey, uh, dad.”

“Hey Girlie I don’t think mixlings like you should be in here, enjoy the servants though.”

The angel refused to be talked to any more than that, and ultimately Feathers gave up. He heard that Aucgu had a university where anyone could learn how to help, and heal. Here he finally adopted the name Feathers, knowing that he would never be able to rely on his family to love him, and that all he could get from them was their hatred. By 4023 he became one of the greatest doctors to heal without the aid of magic, and recieved mutliple surgeries from Aucgu, granting him a flat chest and a functioning member. The academia wasn’t enough for him though, so he thought he would  visit his mother again.

She refused to see him. He left. While trying to collect food for himself again he spotted a fellow werewolf eating something, and started to talk to him. The werewolf was shy but responded. Then the werewolf got an arrow through the head, Feathers got hit in the leg and could only escape by virtue of his wings. The hunt had only begun. Feathers started to preempt any purges happening in the pyerlands. He was rarely successful but those wolves, witches, and other mixlings that he could save became part of his pack, and followed them for their entire life. This general routine followed him until the 4300s when the hunt intensified with the introduction of powder weapons, and the hunters started to go insane with their battles. Feathers’ pack swelled to 30-40 members, including even an imrer who followed them to cronicle their happening. Feathers lead them by virtue of his wings and ability to see anything of interest to the pack. He was lead by Rogarbin’s crows, of which he learned from Aucgu. He maintained good relationships with his pack and even found some romantic partners in his ranks. By the later 4300s/early 4400s the hunts had become earth scorching battles where entire villages could be burned in the name of purity. At one point Feathers’ pack was able to withhold a whole hunter army from a villiage and the whitraw of the time sent a letter to Feathers, declaring that they would have a head on battle to end the hunt or to end the resistance. So it was the year 4432 that Feathers destroyed nearly all of the appointed hunters but lost every single member of his pack in the battle of Harroghhill, including the monogamous throuple he was part of at the time. Before he was shot through the head he begged for the survival of the mixlings and the pure, he begged for the hunt. And the hunt was over.

[blesselska]

Some lighting I did for the incredible @cronicle go have a listen if you haven't (why haven't you..?) thanks for having me! Using @resolume_ to throw broken videos at the battens was so much fun! #cronicle #entershikari #rosetheatre #chauvet #claypaky #datamoshing #datamosh #databend #databending #yestherewasipromise #resolume #battens #vj #glitch #lighting #lightingdesign #outofmydepth #blesselska

[vanguard-draco]

About malefor and the guardians at my palace

As you knew he was evil dragon back at spyro but in mine he was a guardian of darkness which his job as to test new comer (eventualy get stab by Clarie omni-blade) he do it twice when Clarie came then when initiative came.

He pretty good job keep balance betwen light and darkness but his main job is keep the seal of underworld closed no meter cost.

Guardians self is similar with past generation there was Ignitus as fire guardian, Cyril the ice guardian, Terrador the earth guardian, Volteer the thunder guardian, the wind maker of wind guardian, Malefor the darkness guardian, Messiah the light guardian.

Each of them has they own duty to keep balance of the planet there also the cronicle a very accient dragon only guardians knew who the cronicles is but said the cronicles told them if Clarie will have huge role about change of dragon realm both as savior and sheperd.

That make Malefor decide to test her and send his vision but when he saw how clarie fight his vision with only her magic (biotic pls!) It make him belive if this human could give this dragon realm into brigh future then when initiative came it trigger him to test which result by face to face with Clarie and her new ally.

About Ignitus he very friendly to other dragons and initiative species (human, asari, Turian, salarian, krogan, and more) he accept them as equal ally and he now saw something at Delbin which he refuce to explain why he have interest to him.

About Terrador...he complecated as battle-scared warrior he very scary dragon but he have big heart. Like other guardians he accept but dislike with salarian and turian, he strigh dragon which curently trained Titan and same like Ignitus he refuce to tell why he whan train the leader of peace keeper.

Volteer is yeah...he same like as always easly intersting with "everything new" even sometime it make Clarie head spining cause his trouble. Clarie not blame him for curiosity but she always make sure not make him talk cause he not going stop but some how with out him Clarie job as council of dragon realm would be boring. He curently not have any dragon interest with cause he to busy with andromeda inittiative research team.

Cryl the ice guardian is coldly confident and predominately prideful dragon, who constantly brags about supposedly royal ancestry. He does not hold his tongue when speaking and can often be sardonic. But when time is right he shallow his arogant and do the right thing. At first he keep Clarie negative comment about how she work as ambasador of dragon realm until she said words make him stuned "I may be foolist, I may be agnorant, and I make many mistage. but what I can do? I am just human afther all". He curently watch Clarie closer and keep critist her with his cold comment.

No one knew who wind maker name is. He just calling him self as 'wind maker' he was only dragon with 6 feather wings wear unknow achient armor. He was master of arial combat and the stongest among guardians. He was calm but sometimes be an ignorant person as he sometimes ignores what someone is saying. Actualy he really care to his fellow guardians and dragons. He the dragon who always support the humans at many ways from shelter, recources even books for research no one knew what the wind maker whan exacly but every time some one ask he just said "i just paying a dept what humanity do to me". Some rumour said he never take mate. Clarie ever bring the topic and he said he waiting some one and he dont care how long he wait he wil waiting until his mate came also he add he about to give up and Clarie and initiative bring his hope again then he decide he will wait again cause he belive his mate is some one from milky way.

And last messiah the light guardian is only female dragon among them she was healer many seek her aid and she willing do it for free Malefor call her ignorant woman but she just like helping people and when Initiative show modern medical it hot her interest and willing to study how initiative madical work. She actualy have feeling for Malefor with out he knew it. She was calm, collective and polite dragon make her easly be like to every one and her faforite is among younger she even take job as teacher then when Clarie destroy rule betwen male and female dragon oach she suprise then she observer the human she amazed if she cant make Cryl silent. She planing take Clarie under her wings but she must make sure her human was ready until now, she keep observer Clarie activities.

And the last about the cronicle. This misterious dragon which no one knew exep the Guardian and few chosen people such as Clarie and Ryder who able to enter his realm the dragon self actualy already dead very long ago now what they saw was a spirit who take mantel of cronicle . No much knew about this particular dragon accept his role as watcher. He also have interest with Clarie and Spyro cause for him the two was extraodinary and the special power which they still not know or ignorate it even cronicle dont know about it.