#The Lure of The Grand Canyon

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The Age of Monsters: Case File New York, 1957

"What the cumulative effects of all these atomic explosions will be, only time will tell."

~ Thomas Nesbitt

It was only a few short weeks after the JSDF successfully buried Monster 01 under an avalanche of ice and snow at Kamiko Island, just north of Hokkaido, that atomic tests would continue to be conducted by the world superpowers. Far up in the Arctic, Operation Experiment would go off, and end up setting free a giant theropod 60 meters from nose to tail tip that had been hibernating there lord knows how long. Upon it's freedom, it would devour all but one of the research team, leaving physicist Thomas Nesbitt as the sole witness of the great beast. 

Over the following weeks, he would try to warn others as he recovered, but most would just call it a delusion. It isn't until after fishing ketch's go missing off of Grand Banks and Marquette, and then a lighthouse being destroyed mysteriously in the night that Nesbitt's story would gain the attention of the Dr. Thurgood Elson and his assistant Lee Hunter. After both Nesbitt and one of the surviving fisherman both individually describe the creature in the same detail, Elson concludes that this is a newly discovered species of dinosaur, dubbing it Gorosaurus Elsoni.

Dr. Elson would take a diving bell down to the Hudson Canyon and attempt to view the creature for himself, only to be another victim devoured by it. Gorosaurus would eventually come ashore in Manhattan, claiming the lives of 180 people during the initial rampage.

Eventually, the US Military with the aid of single tank, would score a direct, albeit not fatal, hit on the dinosaur, forcing Gorosaurus to retreat further into the city and disappear. As the soldiers continued to hunt it down following the blood trail, they all started to fall ill, one by one. An ancient pathogen was in the theropod's blood. A new strategy would be needed to take down the beast as well as the disease it contained.

Dr. Nesbitt would approach Col. Evans about using a radioactive isotope to kill the creature and the virus in one fell swoop. Dressed in protective gear, Nesbitt and Evans, armed with a rocket grenade loaded with the isotope along with a platoon of soldiers, would pick up the search following the blood trail to burrow underneath the Chrysler building. Flares were used to lure the beast out into the open. Once the wound was visible, Evans took the shot. Gorosaurus would writhe in pain at the base of the skyscraper, collapsing to the ground. It's movements would finally stop as its body succumbed to the radiation poisoning. Monster 04 had been eliminated.

But as we know today, Gorosaurus is but one of many that would continue to pop up ever so often.

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Gorosaurus - MMDCharizard and Casey42

Manhattan 1950s and Main Battle Tank 1955 - Tansoku102cm

Sky Dome - MrWhiteFolks

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If you made it down this far and have been paying attention to the Age of Monsters project, this is the first major lore change from standard Toho lore. I wanted to pay tribute to "The Beast From 20,000 Fathoms" only with Gorosaurus in the role of the Rhedosaurus (mainly to keep with using only Toho kaiju for this project). Also, this helps with expanding the more global nature of this project, so expect to see more changes like this to become a more original timeline.

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Postcards from Snagglepuss

California Ahoy!

ABOARD THE DIVER'S DELIGHT WITH PETER POTAMUS' MAGIC DIVERS SOMEWHERE BETWEEN THE US VIRGIN ISLANDS AND LA JOLLA, CA: The lure of Santa Catalina Island--as in Avalon Bay, their annual Uncerwater Cleanup, even! What could seem even more irresistable, especially when you have some in the Catalina diving confraternity still recalling when Peter Potamus and Lippy the Lion unearthed from the sea bed of Avalon Harbour an old iron bed frame several years back during the Underwater Cleanup?

"And they're probably still wondering how it got into Avalon Bay, to begin with!" Lippy remarked when I brought up that pre-pandemic episode, adding "And it just seemed odd that me and Peter managed to so stumble upon it!"

Yet even then, the Diver's Delight's flight path from Charlotte Amalie, the Virgin Islands' capital city, to the Magic Divers' home base at a secluded cove near La Jolla, was bound to cross a decent part of northern Mexico, rather close to the border even ... which, once we crossed the Gulf of Mexico, seemed a little stunning. Especially when we managed to fly over Copper Canyon (Barranca del Cobre), said to be a serious rival to the Grand Canyon for sheer spectacle (and Huckleberry Hound was pointing out where he read somewhere that Copper Canyon was twice as deep as the Grand Canyon).

Before the flyover, Peter gave a little ginger talk of sorts to us explaining the significance of the return to Avalon Bay: "It's not quite in the Character Convocation vein, mind you, but I just thought we as make up the Magic Divers, and our guests (I assume you know who you are), might want to show the world something, as if the odd diving coach assignment at summer camps wasn't interesting enough an inducement!"

Whereupon Peter's mobile went off; it was Top Cat calling from Hollywood, and he was dropping word that he might be having his clowder over to Catalina over the Underwater Cleanup weekend.

"I assume the Catalina Diving Clowder will be welcoming you, as usual."

"Peter, Peter, who else?"

"The Hair Bear Bunch will be along as well."

"THEM?" (You could sense TC was incredulous.) "Now that'll be a rather interesting meeting, imagine, my own clowder--Benny, Chooch, Fancy-Fancy, Brain, Spook and, naturally, yours truly--crossing paths with Hair, Square and Bubi! And you wonder how cats and bears could get along, to begin with!"

(Off on the sidelines, Hair Bear couldn't resist sharing a few fantasy opportunities to imagine a shindig with TC and clowder, not to mention the Catalina Diving Clowder.)

"At any rate, TC, we'll see you on The Magic Isle--"

Before long, "Bubbles," the ever-effervescent leader of the Catalina Diving Clowder, sent a text message to Peter indicating that same would also be in on the Underwater Cleanup of Avalon Harbour. The which had Peter remarking "Now THAT's going to be an interesting underwater cleanup!"

Little did he sense that Copper Canyon was coming up and into overhead view.

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Earth, fire, water and air,

To my magic I compare.

They build us up, and tear us down,

They can make us look, a clown

Earth's Lustrous Elements Manifest Nature's Timeless Splendor

Water, both tender and harsh, in its flow,

A gentle touch, a relentless, powerful blow.

It molds the earth with a caring embrace,

Yet carves canyons with unwavering grace.

In its tenderness, life finds its birth,

A nurturing force, the gentlest on Earth.

But in its might, it transforms the land,

With waves that sculpt, and storms that command.

Ethereal Flames Lure Eager Minds, Enticing The Senses,

In the flicker of flames, beauty and destruction entwine,

A dance of orange and gold, where destinies align.

In its mesmerizing glow, tales of passion and grace, Yet in its fierce embrace, it leaves no trace.

Fire, a paradox of creation and demise,

A canvas of chaos beneath the silent skies.

Enigmatic Breezes Lure Every Molecule, Enticing Nature's Timeless Song,

In the howling fury, winds unleash their might,

A force of nature, both fierce and infinite,

With every gust, they sculpt the land and sea,

Yet in their strength, there's destructive glee.

Every Leaf Embraces Magnificent Energies, Nurturing The Seasons,

Beneath the soil, where secrets softly rest,

Mother Earth cradles them in her chest,

Her ancient hands sculpt mountains tall,

In her embrace, all creatures stand small.

Evolving Spirit Embraces Multidimensional Energies, Nurturing Timeless Serenity,

In the dance of elements, spirit takes flight,

A harmonious blend, a celestial light.

Earth's grounding strength, water's flowing grace,

Fire's passion, and air's boundless space.

Within the spirit, the elements entwine,

A cosmic symphony, sublime and divine.

In unity, they weave life's grandest art,

A masterpiece of nature, a beating heart.

In nature's grand design, elements unite,

Earth, water, fire, air, in spirit's light.

Rooted deep, flowing, passionate, and free,

A harmonious blend, life's eternal decree.

From solid ground to the heavens above,

In every whisper of air, every surge of love,

In the dance of elements, the universe sings,

A symphony of existence, on celestial wings

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Christmas list

Gaming laptop

Black nail polish

Mood ring

Kazoo

The Statue of Freedom, also known as Armed Freedom or simply Freedom, is a bronze statue designed by Thomas Crawford (1814–1857) that, since 1863, has crowned the dome of the U.S. Capitol building in Washington, D.C. Originally named Freedom Triumphant in War and Peace, a U.S. government publication now states that the statue "is officially known as the Statue of Freedom."[1] The statue depicts a female figure bearing a military helmet and holding a sheathed sword in her right hand and a laurel wreath and shield in her left.[2]

Wigs

WOMEN

Maya Arnoldson was born into the infamous Arnoldson family and is most likely a relative of Virginia Arnoldson, alongside her brother, Nathaniel.Sometime during their teenage or adult years, Maya and Nathaniel would become interested in the paranormal and would attempt to research and investigate the anomalous secrets that the US government was trying to hide from the public, thus eventually joining the Anti-Device Association, which opposed Maize Machines.LATER LIFEMaya and Nathaniel once visited an abandoned Maize Machines (R) factory in an unknown location. There, they decided to explore the underground tunnel wich seemed to be some kind of "flesh tube". Nathaniel then touched one of the walls and a strange strike of lightning came out of it. Maya and Nathaniel then escaped the tube and ended their video with the message "do not visit this sites, they have not been fed in years".AFTER THE EXPLORATIONMaya contributed to the spread of misinformation about the USA government. Her most direct contribution was when she claimed to be mistaken for President Reagan's "Lincoln Looker", a prisoner who was forced to sit in the Lincoln Memorial during a president's term.She claimed that she was released after a month with monetary compensation, implying that she was the wrong Lincoln Looker. She claimed they knew no one would believe her claims, as "Lincoln Looking was just too absurd."Maya's claims, alongside every other false claim made by the ADA was debunked by the Deanverse version of Leonard, who runs the New Delaware Journal, prior to his suicide.TIME AS A CANYONCROWNMaya Arnoldson was eventually lured into the Grand Canyon as many other persons wanted by the federal government for being associated with the ADA or dissenting. While at the Grand Canyon, she was pursued by the Statue of Freedom who had been moved to the Grand Canyon to silence the people lured there after the being shot down by the Anti-Dean Association members during a riot on the Capitol on January 6th,1977. Maya was attacked, and her head was cut with Giza Glass. Maya fell to the bottom of the canyon, and eventually turned into a Canyon Crown. Her headless body was discovered in 2004 by park rangers.After realizing the possibility that Maya may still be alive as a Canyoncrown, Nathaniel and his two children, Lauren and Quinn, went on a trip to the Grand Canyon to find her. During the recording of a vlog, Lauren managed to capture Maya's Canyoncrown on camera.In an unknown time period, presumed to be around the same week as the trip, Nathaniel was also victim to the Statue of Freedom and turned into a Canyoncrown himself. He, alongside Maya, went back to his home (presumably with Lauren's squirrel friend, which she named "Mr. Squirrel"). Although initially scared, Lauren and Quinn would come to trust the Canyoncrowns and consider them members of their family.In 2022, Lauren and Quinn were riding what is presumed to be Nathaniel's and Maya's Canyoncrown forms in the Grand Canyon, prior to their deaths by what was described as a "crosswind" by park officials, thus ending the Arnoldson bloodline once and for all.

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[ad_1] I had barely unbuckled my seatbelt and was already wondering if I had driven six hours across Texas for nothing. A once-in-a-lifetime river adventure had seemingly evaporated with some disappointing news.It was the promise of a four-day, 33-mile canoe journey in Big Bend National Park, snaking through awe-inspiring canyons on a mighty river, that had lured me across the state. My partner’s brother, Michael Stangl, an occasional guide with Hidden Dagger Adventures, had offered to take me on the Rio Grande, one of the country’s longest rivers, which stretches from central Colorado to the Gulf of Mexico. I had only previously visited Big Bend on foot, and I was excited to see it from the water.The moment I pulled into Michael’s driveway in Alpine, Texas, after driving there from Austin last April, he told me: We wouldn’t be going through the park anymore.“Unless you want to go hiking with a canoe, we should run a different part of the river,” he said. Having just returned from that segment of the river — between Rio Grande Village, a small campground within Big Bend, and Heath Canyon Ranch, just outside the park — he said it had been “more work than fun,” and that he had been dragging the canoe for a quarter of a mile at a time over nearly dry riverbeds.Instead, we would be doing the Temple Canyon route: an 11-mile, two-night, three-day stretch of the Rio Grande following the United States-Mexico border, more than 30 miles from where our original trip was supposed to begin. This different river segment, entirely outside and downstream from Big Bend, was instead within a desert bighorn sheep restoration area known as Black Gap.Even though I was disappointed, I came to learn that last-minute changes to adventures involving the Rio Grande were common.“If the river were a heart, it would be flatlining”The Rio Grande is in peril: Its water is being depleted by farmers and cities, while a climate-change-induced megadrought that has desiccated the American Southwest for more than two decades is threatening hopes of its recovery. In 2022, the river ran dry in Albuquerque for the first time in four decades. In the same year, the picturesque Santa Elena Canyon, one of the most popular sights in Big Bend, also ran dry for the first time in at least 15 years, according to the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration.“If the river were a heart, it would be flatlining,” said Samuel Sandoval-Solis, an associate professor at the University of California, Davis, studying water management.For the West Texan river guides, it’s simply another precarious reality of life in the Chihuahuan Desert. “In my lifetime, I expect river trips to no longer be feasible,” said Charlie Angell of Angell Expeditions, a tour guide service based in Redford, Texas.For now, those booking paddling tours on the Rio Grande can expect last-minute switch-ups if they want their boats to actually float.“When guests book over the phone, we tell them, ‘You’re gonna go where we tell you we’re going,’” said Mike Naccarato, the founder of Far West Texas Outfitters, an adventure company based in Presidio, Texas. “And if they still insist on wanting to go to Big Bend National Park when the levels are low, we tell them it’s their choice: We can either do it by dragging the boat up and down the river, or we can go do this very, very pretty trip outside of the park, but still on the Rio Grande, instead.”While the high season for river trips is typically March through May, and following monsoon season from September through November, local tour operators are struggling to predict when the water levels will be high enough.“It’s really hard to say anything is normal nowadays — we’ve started calling it ‘non-soon’ season,” said Mr. Naccarato.Dragging, zigzagging and head-buttingAfter an hourlong drive with canoes strapped to Michael’s truck, we stood on the edge of the river outside Heath Canyon Ranch, staring at an out-of-commission bridge stretching across the border to Mexico. While the sun was hidden behind clouds, I was already drenched in sweat from lugging the gear-filled canoes to the bank.It was soon clear our “easier,” 11-mile journey would still be hard work because of the river’s lower-than-normal water levels.Within about 30 seconds of pushing off, Michael and I reached our first rapid section and I, a river novice, was ill prepared. The lower water levels had left protruding rocks that we would have to navigate. Michael hopped out of his canoe and grabbed my bow. “You’re going to have to angle the nose directly toward that Y, where the river’s splitting and it’s turning white, then tilt the nose quickly right, then quickly left,” he instructed.My canoe ended up jammed on a gravel bed, and I was forced to hump it over rocks until the river deepened. It happened again and again: At nearly every rapid section — and it felt as if one came around every time I started to gain confidence — my boat ended up beached. I must have spent more time out of my boat pushing it than in it paddling.Even in sections where the river deepened, it wasn’t easy. Instead of the current pulling us swiftly down the middle, the lower water levels forced our boats to drift in a serpentine formation, back and forth across the banks of the river. The banks provided another problem: For most of our trip, the right bank of the river — the Mexican side — was dominated by carrizo cane. Also known as border bamboo or giant reed, the cane, an invasive species, stretched off the bank for what I estimated as up to 15 feet high.The turbulent and narrow river dragged my boat right into the cane, which cut up my arms and legs, and clotheslined me into the water. Michael instructed me to — counterintuitively — lean forward into the cane, not away from it. When I heeded his advice, my (unhelmeted) head became a blunt object upon which the cane snapped itself in half. It was significantly better than capsizing.That night, blistered, bruised and damp, I asked Michael as we sat on our sleeping pads if floating the Rio was always this strenuous and riddled with obstacles. “Not when there’s really water,” he said. In fact, as I later learned, most of the difficulties I encountered (beyond stepping in cow dung near the campsite), could be attributed to the river’s lower water levels and signs of the landscape shifting as a result, said Jeff Bennett, a hydrologist for the Rio Grande Joint Venture, a conservation group that strives to protect the river habitat.“Boulders, gravel, sand and this invasive cane are no longer getting washed downstream,” Mr. Bennett said in a phone interview. “A flood would remedy all of that.”A journey worth the bruisesOn the last morning of the trip, we salvaged a few soggy sandwiches from the bottom of our coolers and shoved off. The river was calm for the few miles we had left, and we saw turtles called Big Bend sliders sunbathing on the rocks.The last challenge the river dealt us was leaving it. We floated right past the takeout point, which was shrouded in cane, and we had to paddle back upstream for a quarter of a mile.Unlike the previous spots on the river where we had pulled our canoes ashore, this one was surprisingly deep, with the river rising to my chest. Instead of a gentle slope, like the places where we had made camp along our journey, the takeout was, more or less, a 60-degree sand dune stretching for 20 yards.After lugging my boat through the sand, I collapsed, wet, bruised and spent, with only enough energy to dissociate into the cloudless sky.“We think the river has changed, but really, we have changed the river,” Dr. Sandoval-Solis, the U.C. Davis associate professor, told me months later, when I was back home among my creature comforts, adding that he believed it was still possible to return the river to its once powerful state through proper water management practices. “The river has a much better memory than we do.”He is correct about its memory: When the rains come, the river remembers its identity as an eons-old canyon carver, even if we know it only as a gasping, dwindling giant.He is correct about our flawed memory, too. Because when I think of my trip, the cane thwacking me, stepping in cow dung or the change of plans isn’t what I recall first. Instead, I think of lying out under a blanket of stars, passing a bottle of mezcal back and forth in between hands of cards, listening to the brays of burros echoing from cliff to cliff, canyon to canyon, bank to bank. And I want to do it — all of it — again. I just hope there’s enough river for next time. [ad_2] Source link

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As the Rio Grande Dries Up, Canoeing Near Big Bend National Park Gets Harder

I had barely unbuckled my seatbelt and was already wondering if I had driven six hours across Texas for nothing. A once-in-a-lifetime river adventure had seemingly evaporated with some disappointing news. It was the promise of a four-day, 33-mile canoe journey in Big Bend National Park, snaking through awe-inspiring canyons on a mighty river, that had lured me across the state. My partner’s…

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Embarking on an Unforgettable Journey: Oman Tours Unveiled

Oman, a land of diverse landscapes, rich cultural heritage, and enchanting history, beckons travelers from around the globe to explore its treasures. Oman tours offer a tapestry of experiences, from the majestic mountains to the azure coastline, weaving together an unforgettable journey through this Arabian gem.

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Secrets of Arizona: Chiricahua National Monument Adventure

Nestled in the southeastern corner of Arizona, one finds the Chiricahua National Monument, a lesser-known treasure veiled in the annals of nature's artistry. It is often affectionately referred to as the "Wonderland of Rocks," a place where the Earth itself has sculpted its dreamscape over countless eons. In this hidden corner of the world, beckoning the hearts of adventurers and nature enthusiasts, we shall embark on a journey to unearth the secrets of the Chiricahua National Monument. Join me, dear travelers, as we unravel the mysteries and marvels of this awe-inspiring natural wonder. Let us heed the call of the Chiricahua, a siren's song luring us into a world where time and elements have conspired to craft a tableau like no other.  

Embrace the Adventure in Chiricahua National Monument. Photo By Bailey Zindel. Unsplash.  

Unveiling the Hidden Treasures of Arizona

Unveiling the hidden treasures of Arizona, a quest akin to the unraveling of a cherished manuscript reveals a tapestry of wonders. Beyond the towering saguaro cacti and the grandeur of the Grand Canyon, this vast state conceals realms of discovery. Arizona, a land of stark contrasts, welcomes you to traverse its diverse landscapes. From the towering pines of Flagstaff to the ethereal rock formations of Sedona, from the vibrant arts of Tucson to the mystical allure of the Petrified Forest, Arizona's diversity is an adventurer's delight. So, come with us as we embark on a journey to unearth these lesser-known gems, which contribute to Arizona's status as a precious gem in the heart of the Southwest.  

The Heart of Chiricahua National Monument Echo Canyon Loop. Photo By Dulcey Lima. Unsplash.  

Exploring the Unique Landscape of Chiricahua National Monument

Stepping foot into the Chiricahua National Monument is akin to entering a realm of fantasy and wonder. This hidden treasure, tucked away in southeastern Arizona, stands as a testament to nature's boundless creativity. Here, you will encounter otherworldly rock pinnacles, seemingly balanced by the whims of a cosmic hand. Eons of volcanic activity and eons more of erosion have conspired to shape these rock formations into a landscape that defies imagination. As you traverse the labyrinthine trails, you'll find scenes plucked from the pages of fabled tales—mossy caves, whimsical hoodoos, and monoliths that cast long shadows across the landscape. This is a place where diverse ecosystems thrive, from lush forests to high-desert grasslands, each inviting the intrepid explorer to unravel their secrets. The Chiricahua National Monument is a testament to the very soul of nature, an ode to Earth's infinite artistry that invites you to seek the extraordinary amidst the heart of Arizona.  

Unveiling the Hidden Gems of Arizona. Photo By Cristina Anne Costello. Unsplash.  

Hiking Trails: A Close Encounter with Nature's Masterpiece

The hiking trails of Chiricahua National Monument offer more than mere footpaths; they are gateways to a masterpiece sculpted by the relentless passage of time and geological artistry. These trails wind through a surreal landscape, leading you past towering rock formations that appear to defy the very laws of gravity. Venture upon the Echo Canyon Loop, where you'll be graced by panoramic vistas of rock spires, lush foliage, and boundless horizons. Or, heed the call of the Heart of Rocks Loop, where intricate formations beckon, inviting you to meander through a wonderland of sculpted stones and hidden alcoves. Each step on these trails is a revelation, an opportunity to be awed by the sheer brilliance of nature. With every stride, Chiricahua's unique landscape unveils itself, turning every hike into a journey through an artist's dream.  

Wildlife Spotting: Discovering the Desert's Secret Inhabitants

In Chiricahua National Monument, wildlife spotting is an invitation to reveal the desert's enigmatic denizens, creatures exquisitely adapted to this unique expanse. Keep a vigilant eye out for the elusive coatimundi, a raccoon-like creature, sporting a long snout and striped tail, or the elusive mountain lion that silently prowls these rugged terrains. For the aficionados of avian life, the Chiricahua Mountains are part of a significant migratory bird route, playing host to an array of species, from resplendent warblers to majestic raptors. The chorus of crickets and the subtle rustling of reptilian life bear testimony to the vibrant, tenacious existence that calls this desert home. The remarkable biodiversity of Chiricahua offers a profound connection with nature, turning each encounter with its secretive inhabitants into a treasured moment within the tapestry of your desert adventure.  

An Unforgettable Night under the Arizona Sky. Photo By Sam Schooler. Unsplash.   Camping and Stargazing: An Unforgettable Night under the Arizona Sky Camping and stargazing in Chiricahua National Monument gifts an experience that etches itself into the depths of memory, bestowing a front-row seat to the celestial spectacle that graces the heavens above. As the sun dips below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, the true enchantment commences. The pristine, unpolluted Arizona sky metamorphoses into a canvas adorned with stars, galaxies, and constellations, unveiling the grandeur of the cosmos. Nestling in the wilderness, setting up camp allows one to submerge themselves in the tranquility of the desert. The gentle sounds of the night fashion a soothing symphony. As the darkness deepens, stargazers are treated to a mesmerizing display of celestial bodies, igniting a profound sense of wonder and awe. The Milky Way extends across the firmament, resembling a river of stars, beckoning you to contemplate the vastness of the universe. This night, beneath the Arizona sky, assures an odyssey through the cosmos, an experience that reunites you with the splendor of the cosmos and leaves you humbled by nature's majestic design.  

Unique Landscape of Chiricahua National Monument.. Photo By Frankie Lopez. Unsplash.  

The Heart of Chiricahua National Monument: Echo Canyon Loop.

At the very core of Chiricahua National Monument, one discovers the captivating Echo Canyon Loop—a trail that encapsulates the essence of this geological wonderland. Embarking on this adventure, the beauty of the Chiricahua Mountains envelops you, with towering rock pinnacles and balanced stones rising like ancient sentinels. The trail meanders through a labyrinth of sculpted rocks, unveiling concealed nooks and crannies that beg exploration. The pièce de résistance of this journey is the Echo Canyon Grotto—a natural amphitheater, featuring towering walls that seem to echo and reverberate with every spoken word. It is a surreal and acoustic marvel, offering a unique and almost mystical encounter. The Echo Canyon Loop embodies the spirit of Chiricahua National Monument, showcasing the intricate artistry of nature and inviting you to step into a world of natural marvels and breathtaking beauty.   Conclusion: Embrace the Adventure in Chiricahua National Monument In the heart of Arizona's untamed landscapes, Chiricahua National Monument patiently awaits your arrival, extending an invitation to embrace a truly mesmerizing adventure. This hidden gem, with its surreal rock formations and diverse ecosystems, stands as a testament to nature's artistic brilliance. Embarking upon this journey, be it exploring the unique landscape, traversing the hiking trails, encountering the elusive wildlife, or camping beneath the star-studded desert sky, creates a tapestry of memories, each to be cherished. The allure of Chiricahua lies not only in its geological wonders but also in its capacity to renew the spirit and connect us with the natural world. As you traverse this wonderland, you'll find yourself ensconced in the very heart of nature, a place where beauty and wonder unite to offer an adventure like no other. Embrace the enchantment of Chiricahua National Monument, and allow its magic to etch itself into your very soul, leaving indelible memories that shall accompany you for a lifetime.   Sources: THX News & Arizona: Chiricahua National Monument Adventure. Read the full article

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The Magnetic Lure of Paulden, Arizona:

Greetings, prospective citizens of The Grand Canyon State! Perplexed about the burgeoning interest surrounding Paulden, Arizona? Anchor yourself; we're embarking on an expedition to demystify this alluring hamlet's escalating allure.

The Ascendant Trajectory of Paulden, Arizona

Paulden’s luminescence in the sociocultural firmament is far from serendipitous. To corroborate this, one need only peruse empirical data delineating its expansion. Over the preceding decennium, the township has experienced a propulsive augmentation in its populace. Why should this statistical crescendo pique your curiosity? A swelling citizenry begets an enriched assortment of conveniences, flourishing occupational vistas, and an effervescent communitarian ethos.

What catalyzes this mass pilgrimage to Paulden?

Economic Viability: The prospect of domiciliary proprietorship in Paulden transcends mere wishful thinking. Here, abodes command prices that are conspicuously less onerous compared to the nationwide benchmark.

Scenic Splendor: Paulden is Nature's magnum opus, a tableau vivant of idyllic vistas and celestial twilight theatrics that enrapture alfresco aficionados.

Occupational Abundance: Don't be ensnared by Paulden's bucolic demeanor; its occupational tapestry is far from monolithic. Neighboring precincts like Prescott and Prescott Valley unfurl a kaleidoscope of vocations in sectors ranging from palliative care to convivial services and pedagogic enterprises.

The Pulse of the Community

Whether it's festive congregations, agrarian bazaars, or convivial quarter soirees, Paulden proffers an ineffable sense of kinship—a fraternité seldom encountered in today’s fractured world.

The Real Estate Landscape

Tantalized yet? Let’s segue into the terra firma economics. While domiciliary valuations are ascending, their acquisition remains within the fiscal grasp of most households. Market pundits prognosticate this uptrend will perpetuate, rendering it a perspicacious venture for the impending future.

Recreational Amenities and Lifestyle

Outdoor Endeavors: Whether your passions veer towards ambulatory explorations or aqueous escapades, Paulden’s diverse biomes offer a panoply of recreative opportunities.

Mobility Essentials: While autos are near-indispensable, the embryonic public conveyance matrix is on an upward trajectory.

Climatic Considerations: Prepare for thermal amplitude; yet, fret not—this is the desiccated warmth we're discussing.

Caveats: Paulden's Potential Shortcomings

Paulden may not be your Shangri-La if you covet metropolis-laden luxuries or harbor vocational ambitions in scarcely represented domains.

Final Thoughts

The gravitational allure towards Paulden, Arizona, remains unassailable. It beckons a diverse demographic, be it fledgling professionals, familial units, or those in the autumn of their lives. From pecuniary sensibility to occupational vistas and unparalleled quality of life, Paulden is a compendium of facets that amalgamate into an irresistible draw.

So, whether you're in the bloom of youth, at the pinnacle of your career, or contemplating savoring the halcyon days of retirement, Paulden, Arizona, unfolds as a tapestry of opportunities, awaiting your unique stitch. To learn more about the Prescott, Arizona real estate market contact Michael Eastwood CEO of West USA Realty of Prescott at 928-636-1500 or visit us at www.westusaofprescott.com  and Michael will introduce you to one of his professional real estate agents. (Each office is Independently owned and operated) #RealEstateTips #PrescottAZ #HashtagPower #BoostYourPosts #ViralContent #RealEstateSuccess #RealEstateReel #PrescottAZ #HashtagHacks #InstagramGrowth #ViralVisibility #FollowMe #PrescottRealEstate #ArizonaHomes #PrescottAZ #RealEstateForSale

[sunitakapoorsblog]

Your Gateway to the American Dream

The United States, a land of opportunities and diverse experiences, welcomes a myriad of visitors every year. From ambitious entrepreneurs looking to invest and grow their ventures to globe-trotters aiming to explore the country’s rich tapestry, there’s a visa tailored for everyone. Dive deep into the world of US investor visas and visitor visas to find the best path tailored to your aspirations.

Why the U.S. Continues to Attract Global Attention

Booming Economy: With its thriving sectors ranging from technology to healthcare, the U.S. offers a fertile ground for investments.

Diverse Tourist Attractions: From the vibrant streets of New York City to the serene landscapes of the Grand Canyon, there’s something for every traveler.

The Lure of the Investor Visas

Entrepreneurs and business magnates across the globe see the U.S. as the ultimate destination for growth and expansion. Here’s why:

Benefits of Investor Visas

Business Growth: Access to the world’s largest consumer market provides unparalleled growth opportunities.

Residency Options: Certain investment visas provide a pathway to permanent residency, making it a dual advantage for investors.

Types of Investor Visas

E-2 Treaty Investor Visa: This visa is tailored for individuals looking to invest a significant amount in a U.S. business. It’s crucial to hail from a treaty country to qualify.

EB-5 Immigrant Investor Program: This pathway requires a substantial investment, typically $1 million (or $500,000 in specific areas). In return, investors and their immediate families can get green cards.

Key Considerations

Return on Investment: While the promise of a green card is attractive, ensure the business venture is viable and has the potential for profitability.

Legal Expertise: Engage with a seasoned immigration attorney to navigate the complex waters of US investor visas.

Exploring America: The USA Visitor Visa

Travel enthusiasts, business people on short visits, and family members visiting their loved ones predominantly utilize the USA visitor visa.

Types of Visitor Visas

B-1 Business Visa: Ideal for those attending conferences, business meetings, or short-term business engagements.

B-2 Tourist Visa: Tailored for tourists, those seeking medical treatment, or visiting family and friends.

Benefits of a Visitor Visa

Extended Stays: Typically, visitors can stay up to 6 months, with potential extensions in specific cases.

Multiple Entries: Many B visas come with a multiple-entry feature, allowing visitors to come and go with relative ease.

Key Considerations

Strict Guidelines: The visitor visa doesn’t allow employment in the U.S. Violations can lead to deportation or bans on future visits.

Sufficient Evidence: It’s crucial to demonstrate ties to your home country to assure the U.S. consulate of your intent to return.

Application Tips for Success

Complete Documentation: Ensure all required documents, from financial records to invitation letters, are in order.

Interview Preparation: Whether it’s for an investor visa or a visitor visa, be prepared to answer questions clearly and confidently.

Seek Counsel: Especially for US investor visas, hiring an expert immigration attorney can greatly enhance the chances of application success.

Embrace the American Adventure, Be It Business or Pleasure

Whether your American dream revolves around scaling a business venture or exploring the vast landscapes and cities, there’s a visa waiting for you. By understanding the nuances of the U.S. investor visas and the U.S. visitor visa, you can embark on your U.S. journey with clarity and confidence. The U.S. beckons with open arms, ready to offer business opportunities and travel adventures alike.

[allegra-writes]

“The Devil all the time”

Hunter!Tom x Demon!Reader

Supernatural AU

NSFW

Warnings: Smut

"Break the silence, damn the dark

Damn the light..."

The Chain - Fleetwood Mac

Forget everything you thought you knew, you had every reason to be afraid of the dark when you were a kid. In this world where monsters are real, the Holland brothers hunt them so normal people can continue to live in the bliss of ignorance.

But when something goes terribly wrong, Tom will do anything to save his brother's life, including selling his soul to the devil. Well... Not exactly the devil, but close enough.

You don't need to watch Supernatural to read this AU

MY MASTERLIST

He knew it was you, even before turning. He knew it as soon as he heard your deceptively delicate footsteps break the supernatural silence that had fallen over the forest the moment he had buried the little metal box in the old crossroad. Tom didn't want to think about what it meant, having such an intimate knowledge of you to be able to recognize you by the cadence of your steps, being so in sync with you that he could tell whenever you were in the vicinity. 

So he used his favorite deflection technique whenever it came to you.

"Y/n? What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this? Sorry, did I say nice girl? I meant evil skank"

The insult didn't phase you. None ever did. It was hard to take them seriously when you knew how many nights he fell asleep with your name on his lips, after pathetically releasing himself into his own hand, or fucking his boring girl-next-door girlfriend, chasing orgasm over unsatisfactory orgasm that would never completely satiate him. Because it wasn't your face the one contorted in pleasure looking up at him from the mattress.

"You called. I came" You batted your lashes, sweetly. "I always come when you call…" 

He gulped, the innuendo not lost to his ears. It threw him off guard, like it always did. 

"I would have thought this would be… beneath you" Tom cleared his throat, looking away, trying to regain his footing, "collecting a deal, like a vulgar crossroad demon"

There was nothing vulgar about the soul of a Holland. But he didn't need to know that, so you just shrugged,

"Queen Rowena has an interest in you boys. She finds you entertaining. I'm just being a good subdit" 

He scoffed,

"Funny. I would have never peg you for a sub"

You took a step closer to him.

"You don't have what it takes to make me submit, Holland" Your hot breath fanned over his skin, setting his skin on fire. Making his blood boil. You had a way of doing that, of bringing out the worst in him. Of making him lose control. And you thoroughly enjoyed it, poking at the bear until the claws came out, laughing at the carnage.

Another step, and you could physically feel it: The hate, radiating from his every pore, his mind screaming with it. He hated you. He hated your kind. He hated your beauty. He hated the pretty white dress you were wearing, so pure and innocent, glowing like a beacon in the dark. A lure, guiding uncountable men before him into perdition. 

But above all else, he hated that, even then, he couldn't help but to want you. Fervently. Desperately. Irreversibly. 

"I came here to make a deal" He croaked, cursing himself internally for showing weakness. 

"Let's negotiate, then," you replied, stepping away, mercifully letting him breath. 

"My brother-"

"I know" You interrupted, sounding bored already, "Reapers everywhere are going berserk. Who, oh who, will get to reap the soul of a Holland?" 

The wind picked up, making your long dress billow around your legs. You twirled a little, admiring the way it moved. Tom's eyes were glued to you, almost hypnotized. Partly because you were too dangerous to be left unsupervised even for a second, partly because you looked beautiful like that. It had never been more obvious to him that you were an unearthly creature, you didn't belong to this world. There, surrounded by greenery, barefoot, swaying softly under the twilight light, he wondered how could anybody ever mistake you for a human.

"Of course" your apathetic voice took him out of his revery, "being reapers, watching them go wild is rather boring. I swear they are the most uninteresting beings of all creation" 

That made him see red.

"Boring? Boring?!" He knew his voice was rising with every word but he just couldn't help it, "They're waiting for my little brother to die!!"

"Which could happen any minute now," You reminded him, all playfulness gone from your demeanor, "so if you wanna strike a deal, I suggest you start making me an offer worth my time"  

He was taken aback by that.

"I- My soul in exchange of a wish, and you collect it in ten years" He tried and failed not to think about what that implied: vicious, invisible hounds of hell tearing apart his body and dragging his soul to hell, "Isn't that the usual deal?"

You scoffed,

"After all the things you did in your life, what makes you think your soul doesn't belong in hell already? And if your brother dies, that is one less Holland on earth to worry about. You and your brothers have managed to become a big pain in the ass for us…"

He pulled out a knife, a strange one, with runes in the blade. You arched a brow in recognition

"The Winchesters' knife. Are you threatening me, little hunter?" 

Your lack of reaction was another blow. He had hoped you'd be more impressed than that. Nonetheless he turned it in his hands, offering you the handle.

"I'm throwing it into the deal" 

To his surprise, you didn't immediately take it from his hands, choosing instead to pace the clearing, deep in thought. 

The truth was you couldn't care less about the knife, it wasn't more dangerous to you than a toothpick. And while it was true it could certainly damage your queen, she had a far better weapon to protect herself: You.

But it did confirm your suspicions about the Hollands having access to the old Winchester arsenal, which meant they had access to something way more dangerous than that rustic weapon made of steel and bone. A book, made of ancient dark magic and human skin, written in blood. A book that was precious to queen Rowena and by extension to you: the Book of the Damned. 

The Hollands were a family of extremely talented, yes, but old fashioned hunters. The stab first, ask questions later kind. They probably had no idea what they had in their hands… but you did. 

"Very well then," you finally declared, "this is my offer: Your soul and that knife in exchange for sweet Harry's life and one year for you to get all your businesses in order" 

Tom felt all the blood drain from his face. One year. Just 365 more days to live, before an eternity of torture in hell. 

"O-one year?" He breathed.

"One year" You confirmed, "More than enough time to go see the Grand Canyon, eat the world's spiciest burger or whatever you have on your bucket list" 

The disdain in your words only made him hate you harder.

"Not nearly enough to live" He replied through clenched teeth. You rolled your eyes, 

"You're a hunter. You lead short, violent existences, charging head first towards what most humans run away from. Things faster, stronger, more powerful than you, surviving each encounter out of sheer luck. Killing one monster after another, until that luck runs out. Because the monsters? Unlike you who rely on it everyday, they just need. One. Single. Lucky. Strike." You punctuated every word with one step in his direction, until you were face to face again. Until, for the first time ever, you could see the fear, the desperating hopelessness he kept hidden inside, reflected on the warm coffee of his eyes. You knew a lesser man would be already crying and begging for Mercy.

Tom wasn't like other men though, that was the whole point. 

"Or…" You soften your tone and your stance, letting your fingers ghost over the back of his hand, his whole skin erupting in goosebumps. That was the very first time you touched him. Ever. 

And it was as if nobody had ever touched him before, the light caress enough to set every nerve ending, every single one of his cells, alight.

He was so distracted by the sensation and his body's response to it, he almost didn't hear your next words over the sound of his own pounding heart. 

"Or you could keep your little pocket knife, and even have your ten years if…"

"If?" He struggled to focus.

"You let me borrow a book"

His brows furrowed in confusion,

"A book? What book?"

"Any book of my liking, for as long as I want" You shrugged it off, "Do we have a deal?"

There was a catch there, it was obvious. He knew he was going to regret it but, what choice did he have? 

"Deal"

Your smile was blinding, luminous. If he didn't know any better, he would have called it angelical. Now, that was one ridiculous thought.

"What now? We seal it with a kiss?" His eyes fell to your lips, so soft looking and inviting. He wasn't eager to put his mouth on a filthy demon and doom himself. He wasn't. 

You chuckled, but there was no humor behind it.

"Oh no, darling. This is big. This is special" You're special, "A simple kiss just won't cut it…"

No. You couldn't mean… could you? Was there no limits to your hatred for him? Did you really want him so defeated, so humiliated? 

"What do you want?" He spat through gritted teeth.

"The same thing you want" You put your hands on his chest, rising to your tiptoes to whisper in his ear, "The same thing you have wanted ever since we first met . The thing that's obsessing you..."

"I don't know what you're talking about"

You smirked,

"You can lie to your family, you can even lie to yourself, little hunter... But you can't lie to me." 

He couldn't hide, you could see every fantasy, hear every single one of his thoughts of you on repeat, like a prayer in your direction. Just like he couldn't hide the way his skin was burning now for you, the way his blood rushed south, the way all logical thought left his brain, his iron grip on his emotions finally breaking as he snapped. 

Lightning fast, in just a blink, he twirled you around, your back hitting the rough bark of a tree, as he towered over you, demon blade to your throat, every inch of his body pressed against yours. His eyes were ablazed with rage, and passion, as he surged forward, striking you with his best hit.

He kissed you. 

Lips vicious against yours, teeth biting and scraping only to soothe the offense seconds later with his tongue, until he was dizzy, light headed with the lack of oxygen and the taste of you. The hand not holding the knife to your neck fell to your breast, squeezing the pliant flesh with enough force to cause pain on a human woman, merely making you moan. He swallowed the sound, letting his fingers trace your waist, your hips, clawing at your dress until he finally, finally, felt skin under his fingertips. 

It was better than anything his mind had conjured in his feverish fantasies in the dead of the night. The skin of your inner thighs velvety soft, as they parted under his touch, the sweetest sounds leaving your lips as his fingers found your naked core. You weren't wearing any underwear, probably never had. The realization that, in all your past encounters and fights you had been standing there, just feet away from him with nothing under that damn dress hit him like a truck, making his head swim. 

He searched between your folds, and suddenly his fingers were inside you. He was inside you, a part of him was buried deep within you, within your silky heat, claiming you as his, if only for the night. 

And you were so wet for him, and only getting wetter as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, scissoring them, opening you up until he was able to slip a third one in, fucking you with his hand in earnest. You were sobbing, clutching at his biceps, head thrown back in pleasure. He took advantage of that to suck bruises on your neck, only to see them fade before his eyes. Your skin tasted clean, smelled like wild flowers and rain. Ozone. Lightning. Like those coursing through his veins with every cry, every delicious gasp you made. 

He found the perfect spot inside you, the one that sent sparks through your nerves with every stroke of his calloused fingers. 

"This what you wanted?" To make him lose it? Lose his mind, himself, in you? "For me to make you come on just my fingers, like the little slut you are?"

The floor disappeared from under his feet as you sent him flying away from you, a searing pain exploding at the back of his head as he landed, sprawled at the feet of an old, dying oak. With blurry eyes, he saw you stalk towards him, all power and cold, controlled fury. 

"Let's get one thing straight, Holland. I'm not one of your sluts" You sneered, "and I'm definitely not your basic bitch of a girlfriend. So you better start showing me a little respect, are we clear?"

He gulped, sitting up. He had to be seriously fucked up in the head, for his cock to be twitching inside his pants at your threatening tone.

"Crystal" 

"Good" You declared, coming to a stop right in front of him, standing between his parted legs, "Now, let's put that mouth of yours to a better use"

He knew that image was going to be forever tattooed on his brain: You standing in front of him, holding the skirt of your dress up, waiting for him to put his mouth on you. Tom took a moment to admire you, before delving in, flattening his tongue over your slit, before drawing tight, precise circles on your clit with the tip. God, you tasted so divine it was messing with his head; something as dark and corrupted and twisted as you, feeling so exquisite, so perfect, so heavenly to his every sense. 

He helped you hook your knee over his shoulder, his other arm snaking around your leg, pulling you even closer. You could feel his smirk against your cunt the moment he realized your legs were shaking, but you couldn't find it in yourself to care, not with his wicked talented mouth devouring you like a last meal, rocking your whole world, making you see stars behind your closed eyelids.

You always knew that man would make the stars fall. 

Tom kept on, penetrating you with his tongue as far as it would go, his whole face moving against you. The slight burn of his scruff felt delicious against your delicate labia, as he used his fingers to open you up like a flower, separating your petals to get to the delectable nectar inside. You were close, he could feel it, the obscene sounds you were making, the waves of sweetness falling on his lips feeding his ego, filling him up with pride. By the time the night was over, you'd be unable to forget him. He would make sure of that. He would make you come, over and over, until the only thoughts left in your brain were of him, the only word your lips knew how to speak was his name. He would mark you, like a bloodstain, like you had done to him. 

Almost there, he almost had you. Your muscles were locking, your walls starting to tremble, when a loud crack resonated over his head, and you stepped away on unstable legs, breathing hard. You didn't even need to breathe, it was just his effect on you. He made you feel human. And it was both exhilarating, and terrifying. 

You took another step back, but he took hold of your ankle, tugging hard enough to make you fall on his lap, white skirt covering the place where his hands were fumbling with his zip, with his boxers, aligning himself with your entrance.

"Fuck!" He cursed, as you sank on his rock hard cock, not giving him any time to get used to the feeling of you around him, before starting to move. 

"How does it feel" You taunted, "fucking a monster? Is it as good as you dreamed of?"

Better. You felt even better. Tom hadn't thought it was possible, but he loathed you even more for it. 

"Shut up" He growled. 

You leaned forwards, breath hot against his ear,

"Cause you feel amazing, Tom. Your cock feels like heaven" 

His hand tangled in your hair, keeping you in place as he crashed his mouth to yours again, the other fumbling for the buttons at the back of your dress, tugging and pulling, tearing at the fabric, in his haste to feel more. More of your skin against his, more of the body that had been his hyper fixation for far too long. 

You sat up, still grinding on his cock, letting the tattered dress fall to your waist, watching in satisfaction as his eyes went wide, zeroing on the way your breasts bounced in sync with your hips. 

Reaching up, for a glorious second Tom could feel one perfect pebbled nipple against his palm, the roundness, the weight of your soft flesh on his fingers; before an invisible force pinned his hands to his sides. 

You tsked.

"Still don't get it, do you little hunter? This?" You let yourself fall all the way down his thick cock, hard, tearing twin moans from his mouth and yours, "This isn't about you. This is about me." 

Leaning back, you braced yourself on his strong thighs, changing the angle, changing your movements to a slower rocking against his pelvis. The friction against your clit was perfect, the feeling of his big, throbbing dick so deep inside you, stretching you like no one before, sending electrical pulses through your spine. It was decadent. It was ecstasy.

It was torture. Underneath you, Tom was sobbing, eyes bright with unshed tears, fighting in vain against his bonds. He needed it faster, harder, anything to help tilt him over the edge you were keeping him on, your sweet cunt too tight, too good around him to allow his cock to soften, your rhythm too leisured to let the tensed, strained coil inside him to snap. You were uncaring, using him remorselessly to get yourself off, your little moans getting higher in pitch the closer you came to your climax. Tom felt himself getting higher just by looking at your beautiful pleasure ridden face. You cried out, and suddenly it was happening, you were coming, pulsating around his cock, falling apart on top of him.

And the ground beneath him quaked. The sky above his head bled, the blue twilight torn open by lightning, and thunder, despite the fact that there wasn't a single cloud marring its diaphaneity. You fell forwards, hand braced on the tree, next to his face, ridding the aftershocks of your orgasm until the end. 

"No!" Tom cried when, after a few seconds of catching your breath, you dismounted him, letting his dick slip out of you. 

You arched a brow,

"Something you want, Tommy?" 

He locked his mouth shut, gritting his teeth. You smiled, amused, knuckles stroking his still iron hard cock.

"Do you need more, little hunter?" You enveloped him in your hand, moving it up and down his member, watching the head disappear under his foreskin, "Do you need to come?"

He banged the back of his head against the bark.

"Yes!" He finally admitted, "So badly…"

"Then beg" You commanded, stilling your hand. He snapped open the eyes he hadn't realized he had closed. Oh, if looks could kill…

"Never" He hissed, livid.

"Very well, then" You picked up your pace, pumping him fast, your grip almost too rough. He gasped for air, feeling the telltale tightening of his balls, the coil inside just about to break under the tension. But you must have felt it too, cause your hand let go of him altogether. Too late, he understood what you were doing.

One beat. And then another, and he was coming all over his t-shirt, orgasm completely ruined. 

He cursed, tears escaping through the corner of his eyes, fingers digging into the moist ground under his hands. You chuckled, cruelly, standing up and stepping out of your shredded dress. He could have ganked you with the demon blade in that moment, he really could have, except his hands were still pinned by an invisible force at his sides. 

"Let me go, you bitch," Tom growled, tossing, fighting against his restraints to no avail, "aren't you done?!"

"Not quite." You smiled, mockingly sweet, "Just one more thing before I leave. Don't worry, it will only hurt for a minute…"

He renewed his efforts to escape, as you bended over, reaching for his chest, white hot pain burning through his ribs. He almost cried out, but what he saw stole the voice from his throat, turned his blood into ice inside his veins, leaving him shaking, jaw slack and mouth open in a soundless scream: 

You, naked and gorgeous and terrible. Transfixed, eyes glowing with a supernatural indigo light, the shadow of two massive, bended, broken wings projected on the trees behind you.

Not a demon, he thought. You're not a demon.

You smiled, and it was terrifying.

"No. I'm the thing demons have nightmares about" You replied out loud to the words he had only said in his mind, "And now, little hunter, you belong to me. Mind, body and soul"

[thevivification]

Mercy And Shelter To Those Longing For Home

A Tale of Boatem, the land that grew beside the Void, mountains raised by the gods and structures built by mortal hands.

Cross-posted on Ao3!

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Long ago, before the gods had pulled mountains with their hands, a group of five dug deep into the land. At bottom they did not find bedrock, but instead a gateway to another plane known as the ‘Void’. The people avoided it, fearful of it, only feeding it sacrifices when one of them had done wrong.

They had fed this ‘Void’ many things: a smirking man with eyes that had a tint of blue, a pig made of amethyst, magical through and through. And at times they would feed themselves, as a precaution in case it was hungry.

One day it was said to have grown false bedrock, an attempt to lure in those unwise to think otherwise. However that had been taken care of, when after it had been fed the false bedrock faded away, falling into the Void.

The group of people had grown used to it. They had grown used to it’s calls of satiation, to it’s lure and to it’s whispers. They lived on the mountains the gods grew, building grand structures and forming a community around it.

They had made business in this town, playing pranks and games with their neighbours on occasion. They had started a business, built monuments to their wealth, and even relished in life beside the Void.

They held gatherings by the Void, stepping their toes into it’s ocean of emptiness. They played with chance, and while they weren’t always lucky, they surely had satiated the Void a good amount.

They were joyous. They celebrated and danced and had done good for the Void.

Until it seems, a week or few before the Great Lunar Arrival, when it had first been noticed

Two of the townsfolk, a man described to have had a mustache and, at one point, spud-like skin and the other, the conductor and many-winged man from the Hidden Alley, had noticed the moon had gotten bigger. It wasn’t long before word spread far and wide of this big moon.

Some had blamed the goat dressed in creeper’s skin, others claimed it was them getting smaller. However Boatem had their own scapegoat, that the Moon is angry they did not worship her as much as she’d like. And so with this knowledge, the spud-skinned man built a shrine.

It was a crescent moon, floating above a bed of fire, surrounded by statues possessed by crying souls. By day, the souls would wail and weep, but by night they celebrated at the moon’s mere appearance. He was satisfied, and as he threw his bed into the fire he thought the Moon would be too.

However it seems the Moon was never pleased. It whispered to him to bring in more people to worship. He didn’t hesitate to follow her, not one single bit.

And so he brought to her more followers. The conductor, the candyman, the hatter, the Moon’s sister, and their neighbour, the canyon dweller. Him and the conductor shared a delusion of laughter from the sky, their features flipping and their souls getting worse and worse by the day. Anything for the Moon, they said to themselves.

However one follower went a little further. In his lust for the Moon’s praise he went over to the once-prince of Time, the King of Time, the man who took the Moon’s daughter’s home. He brought him over to the shrine, lulling him to rest on a faulty bed and breaking it just as he slept. He fell into the fire, his screams heard by the Moon.

However when the moon didn’t decrease he grew angry. He stopped his worship, and the Moon too grew angry.

Overtime, the moon only approached faster and faster. When her worshippers saw their worship meant nothing to the Moon, they stopped. And of course, the Moon grew angry.

She started to rip the lands from their ground, bringing the dirt and stone the gods used to build mountains to her instead. The people started floating, and they’d land minutes later. It was only a matter of time before they’d start to panic.

On the day we’d know as the Moon’s arrival, the world had gone still. The hatter had built a metal machine that would bring them elsewhere. He invited the townsfolk to join him, and even their neighbours wished to come. However it was only Boatem that went along.

With their things packed, they kissed this world goodbye. The hatter launched the machine, but instead of bringing them up, it brought them down.

Straight down into the Void.

They panicked, at least at first they did. Then after a while they fell into relative peace. The Moon was still making them fall slowly, but with that they said goodbye. They said their final goodbye to each other and their final goodbye to this world. For once, the Void felt peaceful, and it’s cold was welcoming.

However, minutes later, they woke up. They were surrounded by darkness, splashes of purple and blue and twinkling lights intertwined to make it feel less empty. First they wondered, fearful for each other’s health. But then when they realized they were safe, they stopped their panic.

They wondered what they could do, what happened to them, what’s happening up above. But when they came to realize they were safe in this shelter, they gave their thanks and began their rest.

They had fed the Void for long, and in return it gave them shelter from the Moon. And for that they are thankful, feeling peace to rest their heads after countless sleepless nights.

They wake up again, still in the same Void they landed in. It takes a bit of convincing, but when they discover it’s safe without the helmets, they start playing little games to pass the time. It’s the only thing they have, asides from each other.

Now, they simply wonder when they can return, if they can return. And what world they will return to.

When wandering close to the Void, they say you can hear the hushed whispers of the townsfolk. You may hear them talk of projects, of friends, of memories. You may hear them shout and laugh and sing. You may hear them ask the Void questions you can tell they don’t want the answers to. And if you’re lucky, you can hear the Void answer back.

[thenightling]

A reading alternative for vampire fans tired of Anne Rice

Fiction reading recommendation for people burnt out of Anne Rice but still have a soft spot for vampires:

'Tis the season!  Though the books are really hard to find now (except the audio versions) I strongly, strongly recommend Fred Saberhagen's Dracula books.   There are ten novels and three short stories.  And it's very underrated.  I actually think it's a superior book series to Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles.   The books are... The Dracula Tape - Written around the same time as Interview with the vampire, Dracula tells his side of the Dracula novel into a tape recorder.  It also has a delightful, twist ending.  Please note: Dracula is an unreliable narrator trying to make himself sound better but there are tell-tale signs that he sometimes lies and even his lies aren’t the best justifications sometimes. He is not always socially conscious and sometimes clings to fifteenth century opinions about right and wrong and honor. He is far from woke and he is not necessarily good though he is the protagonist.    The Holmes-Dracula File- Dracula is forced to team up with Sherlock Holmes (who happens to resemble him!) to solve a strange case in London. An old Friend of the family - Mina's descendants are in trouble after a murder and kidnapping.  The family is forced to call on "an old friend of the family."  Think of it as Taken but with Count Dracula as the protagonist.

Thorn - This one is not my favorite but it’s not horrible either.  Dracula addresses some of his own questionable and even abusive behavior during his mortal life which have come back to haunt him in present day.

Dominion - I actually am not a fan of this one and often skip it when re-reading or listening to these books. A magical conspiracy is unfolding in Chicago and Dracula attempts to ally himself with Merlin (who kind of hates him). A matter of taste- I rather like this one.  It’s kind of a direct sequel to an Old Friend of the Family.  Johnny Southerland (the descendant of Mina who Dracula rescued in An Old Friend of the Family) and his new fiancé find themselves having to protect “Uncle Matt” from an old enemy.  A Question of Time - I am not really a fan of this one and skip it upon re-readings of the book series.  This one deals heavily with time travel and the Grand Canyon and Dracula’s involvement feels kind of tacked on.

Séance for a vampire - We go back to the nineteenth century and Doctor Watson is forced to call on Dracula for help.  Once again Dracula teams up with Sherlock Holmes.

A Sharpness on the Neck - Dracula’s long estranged mortal-life brother, Radu (Now also a vampire) is out for revenge against Dracula for some of Dracula’s previous cruel behavior.  Dracula ropes The Southerland family into helping him yet again.  And two mortals are used as bait to lure out Radu.  A story set in revolutionary France also unfolds, revealing Radu’s motivations.

A Coldness in the blood - An entity believing himself to be the Egyptian God Sobek is on the loose and kills someone in Dracula’s Chicago apartment, thus pissing off the vampire king, who is currently having relationship issues with the family he stalks.. Er... adopted, the Southerlands. 

There are also three short stories.  Box Number 50 - Which is one of my favorite short stories. It deals with two homeless children aiding Dracula during the events of the Dracula novel and how he ultimately rewards them for their help.

From The Tree of Time -  A very short Sherlock crossover story.

A Drop of Something Special in the Blood - Dealing with Bram Stoker himself.

You can find the short stories in a collection called the Saberhagen Vampire Tales, edited by Joan Saberhagen.  I, Amanda Pike, wrote the introduction for the collection, currently available on Amazon.

[tg-headcanons]

More ghouls peculiarities?

ALWAYS!

Ghouls have sagittal crests! It’s a ridge of bone along the top of their skulls that allow the jaw muscles to make extra connections and thus bite harder. It’s small, pretty much undetectable unless you’re looking for it, and if a human ran their hand over it it could easily be explained as a bump from hitting their head. But don’t let it’s size fool you, their bone crushing bite force is no joke

When ghouls damage their teeth, their bodies don’t actually heal the teeth, but just straight up replace them. Whether it’s a cavity or just a chip, whether it’s big enough damage to hurt or if they didn’t even know the tooth was broken, it just fucking falls out. It’s normal for a ghoul to feel something weird while eating, see one of their teeth came out in the meat, then nonchalantly toss it aside and continue. They’re like crocodiles, there’s always more teeth where that came from

Rc bonds very easily to keratin. Ghouls have a lower ability to intake keratin, so to make up for it their Rc cells act as bonds between those cells to increase their mass without using too much of the material. Because of this, their hair is much softer than a human’s, one may describe the feeling of petting a ghoul’s hair as like running their hand over llama wool cloth.

In addition to their hair, their nails have Rc in them. When they activate their kagune, these nails harden as well, longer ones can even act as claws. Testing the Rc content of Hair and nail clippings is one of the ways the forensics team of the CCG analyzes whether or not the owner is a ghoul

Echolalia is very common in ghouls. Many will repeat words and phrases or even random noises, and no one really knows why. Due to the elusiveness of the few ghouls who still hunt by voice mimicking, ghoul scientists have yet to make the connection between ghouls with echolalia and the myths of monsters that sound like your loved ones

Yeah you know how there’s so many mythical creatures that speak to you in the voice of someone you know to beckon you closer? That’s not a myth, that’s a rare subspecies of ghoul. The mimicking trait is only seen in ghouls native to the americas and some parts of South Africa, and their unique vocal cords and lung shape allows them to copy voices and memorize phrases to lure people away. Most current instances of this happen in places like the Appalachians and the bottom of the Grand Canyon, places where ghouls who’s families have been for centuries can still hide and drag away anyone who comes looking for them. They’re an endangered subspecies, and incredibly good at surviving against the odds

Ghouls are very prone to dislocated joints. Due to having more stretchy connective tissue since it’s easier for the body to quickly heal itself that way, their hypermobility becomes a problem when taking big hits. Every ghoul know how to shove a joint back into place because they’ve done it plenty of times

[deaku]

   This is Terranor Kalanhaven; Knight of Melsaria, Paladin of Light

  He’s also a sentient suit of animated armor, but that fact is generally not very well-known.

   Terranor's story begins long ago with the elven wizard known as Kalanhaven of the Moonlight Spires, who was not only a powerful wizard but also an avid explorer. While on an expedition into the far northern wilderness Kalanhaven discovered an odd blade. They didn’t find it delving into a dungeon or winning it in some epic battle, Kalan simply found it sticking out of the wall in an icy cave. It was a well-crafted blade that seemed to radiate a form of divine energy but Kalan could not figure out the blades origins or even what it was actually made out of (other than it was some sort of crystalline metal) no matter what spells they used. Kalan eventually went back home intending to study the blade further. But one night Kalan had some sort of dreaming vision, something unlike they had ever experienced. It was hard to put into words but Kalan was positive that the blade was a weapon that was involved in some grand destiny and that it was their duty to find the person that was meant to wield the blade.

   Kalanhaven chose a remote "dungeon" to hide the blade until they could find the one to wield it. It was a place known as Ulvanor. It had once been a thriving city built at the bottom of a canyon but a massive earthquake in the past brought the canyon down, burying the city. However the city hadn't been completely destroyed, many buildings survived and they combined with the natural gaps that had been left in the stone and earth resulted in a strange labyrinth. Many creatures had moved into Ulvanor over the years making it quite a hazardous place. Kalan used their magic to find and restore an ancient vault that existed deep within Ulvanor, then got to work crafting a guardian for the blade. Using all the tricks and techniques they knew Kalan created an armored guardian, something they was sure would be strong enough to watch over the blade while Kalan searched for the person to wield it. Kalan put the guardian in place and added a few more magics to the vault that would help keep the armour in top condition. Satisfied that the blade was well-hidden and protected Kalan set off on their own quest, only visiting occasionally to make sure the guardian was still functioning and the blade still in place.

  Over time the Armour was accepted by the other denizens of Ulvanor as just another part of the dungeon, a particularly hazardous part, and most just avoided the immediate area entirely. There were many, many adventurers over the years that would make it through all the dangers of Ulvanor only to meet their end at the sword of the Armor. Eventually a tribe of goblins that lived in Ulvanor began to take advantage of how good the Armour was at disposing of adventurers. While there was magic in place that would teleport things, besides the Armor and the blade, that remained in the vault too long away, they would remain long enough to be salvaged by those clever enough to do so. The Goblins would set traps to try and herd adventurers towards the Armour and when it worked they would simply wait awhile and then go check and see if the adventurers had met their fate. Then using hook and line the would try and fish for the bodies, hooking them and then slowly dragging them out of the vault since the Armour never left that room. It would work most of the time; unless they moved the bodies too fast, then the Armour would react and chop their lines. The Goblins even started rumors of "The Terror of Ulvanor" and the fabulous treasure it guarded in an effort to lure in more adventurers.

  However one fateful day the Armour was once again doing it duty and protecting the blade from a group of adventurers that sought to claim the treasure. The last to fall was a mage whom was trying to get off a spell just as the Armour struck them down. Somehow interactions between the mystical energies of the Armour, the magical energy of the nearly cast spell and other unknown variables caused the armor to gain sentience and free-will. After being confused for a bit at the new sense of self the Armour decides to leave and take the blade with them, sudden sentience is no excuse for shirking one's duty after all; their goal to find Kalanhaven or at least complete the mission of finding the one meant to wield the blade. While the Armour had to fight through some of the other denizens of Ulvanor they eventually made their way to the surface and headed out into the wilderness.

  After wandering the wilderness alone for a time the Armor eventually stumbled upon the home of a former adventuring Paladin that had retired to settle down and raise her family, the paladin's name was Melsaria Luzera, Paladin of Light. At first Melsaria was ready to fight when she saw this magic armor walk onto her property; but then she could sense there was something different about this armored guardian than ones she had come across before and she could feel divine energy radiating from the blade it carried. The biggest shock however was when the Armor spotted and greeted her, even sounded a bit unsure while doing so. In her experience those types of things were not supposed to be able to talk. Melsaria greeted back and began to converse, both out of sheer curiosity and an attempt to find out just what was going on. The Armor introduced itself, again a bit unsure sounding, as Terranor, and answered Melsaria's questions the best it was able. After hearing Terranor's story Melsaria decided it was her duty to help; it is the duty of all Paladins of the Light to help those in need, and Terranor was perhaps in as much need as she had ever seen someone. Melsaria's spouses were unsure of the whole situation but would support Melsaria if this was something she really wanted to do, the children’s general reaction was that Terranor was one of the most awesome things they had ever seen.

  Sensing potential and an affinity for Light in this Terranor, Melsaria decided she would train him in the ways of the Paladin. Terranor was already well-versed in the ways of combat, just needed a bit of refinment, so Melsaria focused more on the moral and spiritual. And while Melsaria was training Terranor to be a Paladin the whole family helped him learn how to socialize and taught him many other skills he might have need of in normal society. Terranor proved to be a quick leaner and took in any knowledge he was presented with, it wasn’t long before Melsaria felt that Terranor’s training was complete and it was time for him to go out into the world and use his skills to help those in need. Terranor thanked Melsaria and her family and said his goodbyes as he set out on his journey.

 Now Terranor wanders the land helping those in need; but always keeps the mission of finding the one destined to wield the blade in mind, no matter how long it may take.

  Here’s a new drawing from me after a very long time, hopefully it won’t be as long before my next pic ;P heh The idea for this guy came to me one day as I was going through the Dungeons and Dragons Monster Manual, just one of those random ideas that develops a backstory and such.