#adira lee

[thesmolbutknowingclown]

Sorry I don't know your OCs names yet but

Ask game: truth vs lie, how they see their own flaws vs others

Hey! Sorry I'm replying so late, I got bogged with work lol

My fanfics are primarily set in the universe of The Vampire Diaries/The Originals.

My main OC is Adira Lee, and you can read her profile here. In essence, she is a vampire who works as a demon hunter.

My friend's OC is Percy Grimm, who is basically half vampire, half witch; she is also Adira's adopted daughter. My friend has her profile here

The rest of the main deuteragonists are not my own OCs, but nonetheless play important roles. They are:

Mikael Mikaelson (kinda the gruff dad friend of the group; I made his profile here)

Elijah Mikaelson (Mikael's second eldest son, more of the voice of reason than anything)

Kol Mikaelson (the wily troublemaker of the group, and Mikael's youngest (living) son)

I hope that's a good rundown lol, but feel free to ask if you wanna know more :D

Now, the questions:

Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth? 

Adira: No; she has very little tolerance for fluffy lies, and in her line of work, a lie could very well spell the difference between life and death. Personally, if she finds out someone lied to prevent from telling her an unpleasant truth, she's going to have a hard time trusting that person again, because she views that as a breach of trust. She is no stranger to unpleasant truths, so give it all to her.

Percy: Given what I know of her personality, there may be some instances where she may prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth, but because of her abilities as a witch (especially one with very high empathy at that), she's going to find out and call the person out, even if their intentions were good. Expect her to be hurt.

Mikael: Another zero tolerance case. He views not telling the truth as an act of cowardice and weakness, both of which motivate the person to earn his disgust and derision. God forbid he catches you in the lie - he's not going to be as merciful as Adira or Percy. He can also compel the truth out of you if he thinks you're lying.

Elijah: Elijah prides himself on being noble and honest, so naturally, he's not going to like being lied to either. While he may be understanding of motives, he views lying as a breach of trust. Like Adira, he's not gonna trust them again, and like his father, he can likewise compel the truth if he suspects there's a lie.

Kol: Kol's a tricky one. While I could see him preferring a lie over the truth (he is the troublemaker, after all), I think it would depend on the people involved. With those he is closest to, if a lie prevents a needed truth from getting out, he's going to give that person absolute hell and demand the truth, either through compulsion or other means if necessary. With those he has more distance with, he may not even know or care that it's a lie unless he finds out otherwise.

2. How sensitive are they to their own flaws?

Adira: Adira is keenly aware about her own flaws, and while she has gradually learned to accept their existence and try to work at them, they oftentimes haunt her and keep her up at night. If someone were to bring up her flaws, she's going to lash back at the person, most likely in a verbal manner, but deep down she's going to feel the sting. Plus, being sired and connected to a demon king means her flaws get brought up a lot.

Percy: Percy is EXTREMELY sensitive about her flaws. If someone were to bring them up, she is going to be upset. Don't let Adira catch the person doing this, because she will go into Momma Bear Mode.

Mikael: Mikael is a PROUD man, and this pride has, over the years, caused his skin to thicken, so to speak. He knows he has flaws, and eventually he does try to correct them down the line, if someone were to bring them up, he's probably not going to pay much attention. Still, he laments his flaws later on, and tries to accept responsibility for the gap he's produced in his family.

Elijah: Elijah has a similar pride streak to that of his father, but nevertheless his flaws haunt him to such a degree that he actively tries to cover them up with his appearance and mannerisms.

Kol: Kol is certainly aware of his own flaws, but I don't think they make him lament to such an extent where he is tortured by them. Additionally, he has also made steps to amend what flaws he does recognize.

3. How easy is it for them to ignore flaws in other people?

Adira: It honestly depends on the person. If this is a person that Adira is close to and loves, while she still acknowledges their flaws, she tries not to be nitpicky, I guess you could say. If she is not close to them, she can see them more clearly, but will only step in if they try to harm innocents or those she loves.

Percy: It is actually very easy for her to ignore the flaws in those she is close to, especially Adira and Kol. With other people, she likewise is very trusting, to a worrisome extent.

Mikael: It's difficult for him to ignore flaws in others. Oftentimes, he will likewise point out those flaws, even if you are close to him. In his mind, if you're close to him, he's offering constructive criticism (at least in his own mind); if not, he is simply stating the truth.

Elijah: Like with Adira and Percy, if the person is family or someone he loves and likewise trusts, then it is easier for him to ignore the flaws in others for the sake of helping them. If the person is a stranger, he will come off as judgmental and wary.

Kol: Honestly? It's hard for me to say. If they are close to him, then he'll downplay their flaws and defend them, but if not, he's a menace.

Thank you for the ask! :D

[thesmolbutknowingclown]

Behold, Adira and Mikael!

Tagging @ladygobpire and whoever else wants to try!

Saw this picrew going around, but I just decided to start anew since the chain was getting really long 😂

Show yourself now vs how you looked as a kid!

Me and about 12 year old me! I used to have glasses around that time (I lost them on a trip when I was about 16 and haven't replaced them since 😅) and I've chopped my hair since then. And I'm now perhaps a little more tired and world-weary than that bright-eyed little girl, but even though I can't go back to that pure childhood innocence, I think now, as C.S. Lewis said, I'm "old enough to start reading fairy tales again," and keep on appreciating the simple joys of life. 😌❤️

Tagging @kanerallels @accidental-spice @laughingphoenixleader @friendofthefellowshipsnerdblog @starryeyedrogue @to-be-frank-i-dont-care @bookdragon1811 @silverpaintedstars and anyone else!

[florescentime]

DAFTAR ANGGOTA KOMUNITAS TERBARU.

PEREMPUAN

Layla Sarah — Ahn Hyejin.

Niskala S. Sanubari — Kim Yerim.

Adelina Tenggara — Ju Jingyi

Elaina Sachiko — Park Xiyeon.

Mary-Ann — Kim Doyeon.

Nadira Isa Widari — Lee Nagyung.

Adira Eva Widari — Chou Tzuyu.

Kemuning Sunyaruri — Cho Yihyun.

Rara Cantika Sari — Myoui Mina.

Dewi Rumaisha — Mayu Kitazawa.

Sasikirana Halim — Kang Seulgi.

Sharon Elsher Meredy — Shin Seulki.

Maira Inara Gantari — Park Chaeyoung.

Kanistara Kiana — Yoo Jimin.

Mentari Ratnamaya Utami — Choi Arin

Ayu Cantika Kusuma — Kim Chungha

Raden Ajeng Kartini — Park Chaewon.

Mirah Lasmaya — Kim Jennie.

Sabrina Dara Mahogany — Uchinaga Aeri.

Surinala Maheswari — Undecided.

LAKI-LAKI

Sugeng Satria — Choi San.

Mada Rajendra — Mark Pakin Kuna-anuvit.

Januar Eka Parama — Han Jisung.

Langit Bumi Abyudaya — Park Seonghwa.

Jericho Imanuel Darwin — Kim Younghoon.

Langgam Janu Maraka — Song Weilong.

Yudhistira Manggala — Song Mingi.

Dean Baskara — Kim Wooseok.

Lilyana Maira Dirgantara — Choi Chanhee.

Sanubari Dharma Prabawa — Choi Soobin.

Bara Landu Anggata — Hwang Hyunjin.

Dewangga Abyasa — Jung Jinhyeong.

Soedjati Joseph Prawiranegara — Lee Juyeon.

Mahatma Ranggawuni — Jung Jaehyun.

Chandra Mahardika — Choi Yeonjun

Raditya Ranjaya — Jeon Wonwoo.

Gamma Satria — Kim Sunwoo.

Adhi Pujanagarana — Kim Mingyu.

Marvin Osmond Ferarri — Kim Hongjoong.

Malam Khandra — Lee Seokmin.

[omeglecollege]

Ferdinand & Rosé

"Brenda pushed Arch as fast as she could 'cos she felt furious that someone Arch could trip her. Taylor looked to her Air Book and she can see Azly from her reflection. He was looking air. Adira wanted to know the gender & sex of her baby but Ammar had a hard time picking up the callgirl from the streets. Robert Lee missed a call. Ammara Lee had a hard time. Emma saw blue eyes."

Elon

#nowplaying I Heard Your Girlfriend Ain't With Chu

[leilawhittaker]

The cast page has been updated!

It would take too long to name every individual change that’s been made, so I’ll keep it to the important parts. 

I lost my mind halfway through coding this so half the character descriptions are jokes. This is good because I’m extremely funny (and cool and sexy) so you will enjoy this. 

The page was moved to a separate blog to get around tumblr's new rules on javascript.

The page is generally more comprehensive, including extremely minor characters, and the casts of more MCU projects (both ones I didn’t plan on using when I made the old OC page as well as newer projects that hadn’t come out yet like Eternals, Shang-Chi, etc.)

The order of characters has shifted, with the OG seven Avengers listed first, then most characters in order of first appearance, and then, starting with Shuri, characters who I plan to include but am not sure where they first appear yet. 

I’ve replaced the MCU Spider-Man cast with the TASM cast. However, the MCU Spidey cast still exists on the page as characters in my iteration of No Way Home. 

The following OCs have had their faceclaims changed: Leila Whittaker, Jace Barton, Haven Hendrix, Alex Manor, Riley Branson, Petra Stark, Adina Dragozera (see: name changes), Lyra Dash, Luna Lee, Daniel Lee, Sashi Desai (see: name changes), Rory Lennox, Petra Stark, and Galina Kovaleva. 

The following canon characters have had their faceclaims changed: Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Bruce Banner, Vision, Phil Coulson, Barney Barton, Morgan Stark, Danny Rand, Wanda Maximoff, Peter Quill, Quentin Beck, and Daisy Johnson. 

New major OCs have been added, including but not limited to: Tasha Petrova, Nina Maximoff, Adam Jameson, Kyra Meachum, Alina Belsky, Rebecca Barnes, and Sibel Bolat. 

New major canon characters have been added, including but not limited to: Logan, Kurt Wagner, and Zelda Dubois. 

The following major characters have had their names changed: 

Adira Dragozera is now Adina Dragozera

Vira Kovaleva is now Ilana Kaspi

Luna and Daniel Li are now Luna and Daniel Lee

Mena Bashara is now Sashi Desai

The following characters have been removed for story-related reasons. (I hope to include them in the Multiverse Saga as characters who exist in different timelines.): Anya Maximoff, Jessamine Rogers, Caleb Rogers, Alina Lokisdottir, Allen Slater, Tori Slater, Kiran

[thesmolbutknowingclown]

Get Some Rest, Tall Child!

for @ladygobpire

It was the sound of an old, dying engine that first got my attention as I sat with Percy and Mikael on the front porch of my Odessa, Texas, home. The car left behind a chaotic mix of sand and smoke as it approached the main gate, much to the wary confusion of the gate guards; suddenly, the car’s sleek black body halted just outside the main gate, letting out one final cough before silence filled the air again.

Brows furrowed, I stood from my seat and grabbed my sword, hoping that it wasn’t an unwelcome intruder or worse, a demon attempting to start trouble. As I got closer, I noted carefully that the car was a black 70s Cadillac Coupe Deville, and from the reek rising from the engine, it was in desperate need of both an oil change and an engine checkup before it would be operational again. Nice car, I thought, but the driver has no business bein’ here.

“Step out of the vehicle,” commanded the gate guard on my right, his hands clutching the rifle and his finger ghosting over the trigger. Slowly, the driver’s side door swung open to reveal one of the tallest men I had ever laid eyes on. He was easily 6’6” or 6’7”, but what alarmed me was how pale, thin, and tired-looking he was; the bags under his eyes and the hollow redness of his pupils peered down in a mix of confusion and thinly-veiled fear. His hands were raised above his head, and honestly, he looked more like a kicked puppy than anything. The suit he wore clung to his frame loosely. Good grief, when’s the last time this boy’s had a decent meal or a damn nap?!

“What’s your name, son?” I asked, gesturing to the gate guards that he was no threat.

He looked down at me with surprise at my tone, slowly lowering his hands to rest at his side. “...Val,” he answered simply, itching at his neck.

“Well, Val, looks like your car there needs some repairs. Don’t worry, I’ll fix it up myself, free of charge, if you’d like,” I offered, grinning. 

He eyed me with further surprise, then nodded. “Yes, thank you…?”

“Name’s Adira Lee,” I responded. “Let’s get you inside and get you something good to eat. It looks like you need some solid rest.” I stood aside and allowed him to enter the property, gesturing for him to follow me to the house.

The moment Percy and Mikael saw him, they were both somewhat perturbed at the new stranger’s presence for a moment, then Percy smiled and stood excitedly, coming over to him. “Hi there! I’m Persephone De Silva Grimm, but you can call me Percy! I’m Adira’s adopted daughter and best friend!” Turning on her heel, not taking Val’s alarm into account, she nodded towards Mikael. “The grumpy older man there is Mikael! Don’t worry, as long as you’re no threat he won’t do anything, except stare you down.”

Mikael said nothing, but scanned Val with focused intensity before huffing and sitting back down, his broadsword gleaming on his lap.

“P, I’m gonna grab the tow truck and bring his car in so I can begin repairs. Would you mind making the proper introductions to the others while I do that?” I asked. “And this gentleman’s name is Val.”

“Yeah, yeah! Go ahead! Come on Val, I’ll take you around so you can rest comfortably!” she chirped, corralling a startled Val into the house while I turned and made my way to the garage to retrieve the tow truck.

With the car set up in my garage, I headed back into the house and saw Val intently listening to Elijah as he was asking him some questions. As I entered, they all turned to me and greeted me as I sat down next to Val.

“I’ve got your car all set up, but it may take a while for the repairs to get done. Looks like your engine may be a bit busted, but I have a spare that I’ll install. That, and I’ll replace your oil,” I told Val. He was seated rigidly on the couch, similar to how one sits when they are at a friend’s house for the first time, his hands in his lap.

“Understood, thank you,” he answered lowly. He refused to meet my eyes, but I shrugged it off as him being shy.

Elijah spoke up. “We asked him what he was doing here, and unfortunately he got a bit lost trying to Austin to meet someone - what was her name again?”

Val straightened. “My girlfriend. Liz.”

“Ah, it happens to the best of us,” I lamented, placing one of my legs atop the other. “So, Val, it sounds like you’re not from around here. Where you from?”

He was quiet for a few moments before responding, “I’m from Britain. I was born there in the…1500s.”

Silence filled the room for a second, then Percy leaned forward. “I suspected you were a vampire the moment I met you. I could sense it.”

If the poor boy could have gone any more pale, he would have, but he opened and closed his mouth like a guppy for a minute before responding. “I’m not going to hurt you guys, I swear!”

“No, no, son, we’re vampires too. You’re in good company,” I soothed him, watching as his bony shoulders slumped in relief. “In which case, I’m gonna get you some blood, you need that and a solid nap.”

“I don’t drink human blood,” he protested, folding into himself. “I typically drink animal blood. Though I hate the taste.”

I nodded. “None of us drinks human blood, but I have something that will sustain you better.” Waltzing into the kitchen, I reached into the fridge and pulled out a bag of angelic blood before returning to the living room. “Have a sip of this. It’s not human or animal.”

Val hesitantly grabbed the bag and lifted the straw component to his lips, taking a long sip of the blood. As it hit his tongue, his eyes widened and he began drinking it with great gusto, and I couldn’t help but feel a pang of pity - it had to have been forever when he had blood like this. Once the bag was drained, he looked in shock at the crumpled bloodbag before looking at me. “What WAS that? It was incredible, and I feel full for the first time in forever!”

“Angelic blood. It’s what we all drink,” Elijah answered, grabbing the empty bag and throwing it away. “Not only is it filling, but it’s such that you only have to feed on blood once a year. It can also be a fantastic healing agent.”

Val remained slack-jawed for a beat, then blinked. “Oh no! I forgot to call Liz, would you mind if I stepped out to make a phone call, Adira?”

“Go ahead,” I replied, standing back up. “I’m gonna begin repairs and have you on your way.”

The car only took about a day or so to fix, and I test drove it a couple of times to ensure all the parts were in order. Val now followed behind my own car as I guided him out of Odessa’s city limits, and once we reached an empty parking lot, I stepped out. “Got it from here?” I asked him.

He nodded. “Thank you, Adira. Ah, just in case, can I have your number if I get lost in your area again?”

I gave it to him, and ensured he had enough blood bags of angelic blood to last him a while. After final goodbyes, he sped off to Austin.

(eep it's much shorter than I planned, but I hope you like it!)

[enterenews]

Prison experience → first visit to the central control room

Kim Jong-kook, Yang Se-hyung, and Lee Yi-kyung experienced a prison in southern Seoul.

On the 12th, SBS current affairs and liberal arts program 'No Entry to Personnel,' Kim Jong-kook, Yang Se-hyung, and Lee Yi-kyung were shown entering the 'Central Control Room', a restricted area in the 'Southern Seoul Prison', for the first time on the air.

Kim Jong-guk and Yang Se-hyeong, who entered the detention center in southern Seoul that day, boarded the convoy bus again under the guard of the prison guards. In particular, the two kicked a belt-type rope before getting on the bus. Yang Se-hyung said, "Se-hyung, this is the last time," and Kim Jong-kook was nervous, saying, "This is how I really feel."

Kim Jong-kook said, "You really shouldn't have to go through something like this." Yang Se-hyeong made everyone around him burst into laughter by saying, "It's a good look to turn around (?) when you really have an accident."

Kim Jong-kook, who was moved from the detention center to the prison, was worried, saying, "Actually, I feel a little different," and Yang Se-hyung said, "It's a little cooler." It's a happy life just watching TV at home, but I think I'll reflect a lot on why I'm here."

Kim Jong-guk said, “Don’t you say that a lot? Even if I die, I won't go back. Such experiences, in fact, correctional facilities should be like that. That way, I won’t go and commit a crime.”

The three changed clothes suitable for prison. However, Lee Yi-kyung received a prison uniform, not a prison uniform, while Yang Se-hyung received a prison uniform and smiled widely. Lee Yi-kyung said, “What is this? You will be good to your brother,” he said, trembling with pride, saying, “Because I’m caught wearing a swimsuit, my strength is drained.”

Kim Jong-kook, Yang Se-hyung, and Lee Yi-kyung visited the psychotherapy center inside the prison, where Jo Doo-soon and Kim Geun-sik also went.

A prison guard said, “When inmates who have committed sex crimes are transferred and begin education, no one admits their guilt. Even if they admit it, they make excuses like, “I just had a bad luck that day.” When they come to the center for education, they stubbornly refuse a lot at first.”

“In the case of special courses, it is even worse. These people are educating prisoners who have committed crimes against sadistic, perverted, juveniles under the age of 13, and disabled people among those who have less than a year in prison before release, but they do not want to reveal themselves and are ashamed of the crime.”

The correctional officer added, “The shame inside the sex crimes is quite severe, so if possible, they reduce their case to talk about it, or they blame the victim in part or participate in education with a defensive attitude.”

I toured the prison playground, prison hospital, and even visited the prison wall to see if I could jump over the wall like in a movie. Kim Jong-guk easily crossed the first fence, but a siren alarm sounded at the second fence and he was arrested on the spot.

Afterwards, the three went to the prison's central control room. Yang Se-hyeong said, "This is the first public release of 'No entry except related persons', which has never been revealed on TV."

The central control room was watching Kim Jong-guk and Lee Yi-gyeong's escape from prison, as well as monitoring all areas of Adira Prison.

On the other hand, the SBS entertainment program ‘No Entry Except Related Persons’ is a program that unlocks the story of the forbidden area accumulated in the unknown by receiving a pass for one day and entering the ‘no entry except related person’ area that outsiders cannot approach or look into.

[tangledbea]

Day 23: A member of the Brotherhood Adira

by Patrick Lee on Twitter

[fetchen]

THIS IS SO SILLY >u< WHEN THE SPECIAL INTERESTS COLLIDE!!!!

itzy x fortnite (as requested by my brother lol)

[scifi-cheddar-cheese]

Star Trek/BSG/Orville mood board

And yes, I’m aware that picture of the Discovery is from a video game and not the show itself. But I don’t care. It’s cool. Shut up, Wesley!

[spiriituma]

||..tag dump !! ----> relations / ships

Romantic Ships

Lee & Ian (@/heartsfiire) -- if you be my star; i’ll be your sky Lee & Salem (@/sanguisfulgur) -- he must like me for me Lee & Brent (@/starsweepers) -- someone i can turn to; somebody i can kiss Jonas & Alice (@/madgirltm) -- there’s things in me i’m scared that you might fear Varian & Cora (@/delinquentborn) -- i’ve been keeping secrets from you dear Trevor & Sheri (@/magicxecustos) -- we promised we’d never let go Trevor & Sharna (@/sanguisfulgur) -- the spark of black that i seem to love

General Relations/Friendships

Lee & Courtney (@/bcrnmisfit) -- sister i never had Lee & Alice (@/madgirltm) -- i’m just your problem Lee & Ostara (@/pandoriic) -- whatever it takes; i’m there Jonas & Ostara (@/pandoriic) -- soul riders; dream fighters Sam & Cora (@/delinquentborn) -- kindred spirits Varian & Adira (@novumsomnium) -- didn’t know what i’d been missing Varian & Ian (@/heartsfiire) -- thinking of him first; of myself last Varian & Vitas (@/chemisonne) -- i’ll admit; he’s the better twin Varian & Ostara (@/pandoriic) -- one for all; all for one

[awryen-nyx]

So thinking about an ACTUAL Tangled Crossover...

Zuko is obviously Flynn, just less suave. Former banished Prince of the now defunt Fire Nation turned orphan thief (this is based on the tv series).

Katara is Rapunzel, lost princess of the Southern Water Tribe.

Hama is Mother Gothel, her actual parents are the Chief and Chiefess of the Southern Water Tribe, obvs. :V

Sokka is captain of the guard and her brother.

This is where it gets tricky.

Toph is Cassandra. Strong friendship, but a slight underlying jealousy of her status and power? Not quite the same as the AtlA show, but they had moments. Still wonky family life (spoilers for season 3 of Tangled series).

Ty Lee and Mei are the orphans, Angry and Red, only older. (imagine ty lee being the werewolf later?).

Azula can be Hector, the guardian that went rogue.

Suki is Adira, the guardian that finds them at the start of their journey and has a sword made of the red rock, though she still has her fans.

Aang can be Varian. Though Varian and his tinkering is more Sokka’s style, his endless optimism and then jealousy fits Aang pretty well.

Not entirely sure who can be Zuko’s theif buddy. Maybe Jet?

Ozai is dead, period. He’s the reason the Fire Nation is forbidden from outsiders and covered in red rock.

Iroh can fill in the roll of Zuko’s dad. He’s still his uncle, but he’s the one protecting the Moonstone, or in this case, the Sun stone.

Which brings me to the matter of the whole Sun Drop/Moonstone thing. We’re keeping the general idea, but switch them. Katara is the esscence of the Moon Drop and Zuko’s kingdom has the Sun Stone. Instead of black spikey rocks, it’s red.

Katara’s hair glows that greenish blue, like her water healing does. She’ll look so dope with glowing red hair and eyes when she sings the counter song.

Thoughts? Any changes here?

[ezraspiderwick]

Thanks for the tag Adira! Here are my five favorites who I love dearly and go to in my mind when i need comfort. They are great at hugging and giving encouragement!

🔫 Javier Peña (Narcos)

🐰 Lee Scoresby (His Dark Materials)

💀 Frank Castle (The Punisher)

🏹 Clint Barton (Marvel)

🧟‍♂️ Negan (The Walking Dead)

No pressure tags: @trinikins @hopeamarsu @nothoughtsjustmeds @green-socks @cheesybadgers

🌸Five Comfort Characters, Five Tags🌸

Tagged by @sparklyslug. Thanks my lovely friend.

Hardly all of them, but rapid fire. Let's go!

Steve Harrington (Stranger Things 📺)

Steve Rogers (Captain America/MCU 🎥)

Eddie Brock (Venom 🎥)

Nux (Mad Max: Fury Road 🎥)

Zachary Ezra Rawlins (Starless Sea 📖)

Tagging @br0ck-eddie @meveispunk @batsandbatsandi @greatunironic @banannabethchase

[jarael]

Taris, 3 years ago

Elara elected to check on Lehusa.  The young soldier was capable, but she could tell that there was a huge weight on her shoulders.  The former Imperial was shocked to find her former commander, Thorus, talking to the Mirialan. 

Thorus began to pale.  “Dorne?”

“What did Thorus tell you, Lieutenant?”

“He gave me info on Needles, Dorne.  I know where I’m going next.  Thorus wants me to let him go.”

“I served under him, Lieutenant.  I watched him commit war crimes, even some things that defied orders from our Sith superiors.”

Lehusa cocked an eyebrow.  “Is that true?”

“Well, I did what I thought was best!” Thorus retorted.  “Don’t listen to that stick in the mud!”

“Now you’re just being rude.  What do you think, Dorne?  Should I let him go?”

“I think you should unload your blaster into his skull, Lieutenant.  I reserve the right to turn off my holocommunicator.  See you soon.”

Lehusa turned back to the Imperial, scowling.  “End of the line, Thorus.”

“You can’t do this!  This is brutality!”

Blam, blam.  Jorgan approached the corpse.  “Actually, Imperial, it’s a fatality.”

--

Xenli Sadow’s ship over Oricon

Xenli had finished showering and was looking out over Oricon via the cockpit.  Jaesa sensed some frustration in her master.  “Is everything okay, my lord?  We’ve had a rough time.”

“I’m getting angry, Jaesa.  How long have you been my apprentice?”

“About four years.”

“And what progress have we made?”

Jaesa hesitated.  “Sometimes change takes a while.”

“I’ve learned a lot more from you than I did from Baras.  And what has the Empire learned?  We’re in hiding, Jaesa.  It’s unacceptable.  You, Aayes and I deserve to live our lives the way we want to.  Vette and Aayes should be held in as high regard as I am.  Nothing is changing, and I’m fed up!”  She slammed her hand on the wall.  “Look how the Jedi don’t have to hide in the Republic.  Look how Adira is free to do what she wants.  Look how loved Lehusa is to the public.  I want that.”

Vette was in the pilot’s seat, rocking to and fro.  “Yeah, it would be nice if we could be ourselves.  I at least have the advantage of not being Force sensitive.  Look, Flameo, if you want us to defect--”

“I need an opening, first.  I need an opening, and a reason to give to my mother.”  Xenli didn’t want to break Ixarte’s heart, but she had to take care of herself and her crew.  “Then we’ll make a better life for ourselves.”

In her own room, Aayes was laying on her bed, tears streaming down her face.  She was exhausted.  She would not make certain choices again.  And she would choose someone who was actually good for her.

--

Strike Team Oricon camp, Oricon

“We’re almost ready to go,” Lehusa began.  “We’re just packing up some things.”

“Thank you for everything, Major.”  Ursulina tightened her bandages on her leg.  “I know how tough this was for everyone.  Havoc Squad and Adira’s crew proved themselves more than capable.”

“We are always happy to--”

“Uh, Lee?  Breadsen’thor?”  Adira was looking at something behind them.  “We have company.”

Calphayus was clutching his side in pain, his hand covered in dried blood.  He was exhausted, and collapsed once he reached the camp.  “They’re gone.  I...surrender.”

Lehusa approached him carefully.  “Why are you here?”

“The Imperials would shoot me on site?  I...”  He turned to Ursulina.  “You are strong in the light side, but you are far from weak.  Your friends and family love you.  I...had a wife once, and I didn’t fear her.”

“You feared the other Masters?” inquired Ursulina.

“We were forced to serve a higher purpose, and it broke us in the end.”

Lehusa had her blaster aimed, but...he wasn’t smug, or arrogant like most of the Imperials and Sith she had encountered.  But this wasn’t an easy answer.

D’leah knelt beside him.  “I can see that you are penitent.  Mom, I think we should take him to Tython.”

A single tear trickled down Ursulina’s cheek.  “Agreed.  Help me get him on my ship.”

She and D’leah helped him get up, trying to avoid irritating his broken leg.  Calphayus turned to the Barsen’thor.  “Before the end of the next year, you will bear twin girls.”

Ursulina remained silent.  She needed to meditate and calm herself.

[shanastoryteller]

Saw your post mentioning reading your favorite poems and I was wondering what they were? I've never really liked poems but I really liked that one by Emily Dickson you put in the front of that teen wolf fic so you probably have really good taste in poems, and I've been trying to find some to like.

Good Bones by Maggie Smith

Life is short, though I keep this from my children.Life is short, and I’ve shortened minein a thousand delicious, ill-advised ways,a thousand deliciously ill-advised waysI’ll keep from my children. The world is at leastfifty percent terrible, and that’s a conservativeestimate, though I keep this from my children.For every bird there is a stone thrown at a bird.For every loved child, a child broken, bagged,sunk in a lake. Life is short and the worldis at least half terrible, and for every kindstranger, there is one who would break you,though I keep this from my children. I am tryingto sell them the world. Any decent realtor,walking you through a real shithole, chirps onabout good bones: This place could be beautiful,right? You could make this place beautiful.

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Because I could not stop for Death (479)

Emily Dickinson

Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just Ourselves – And Immortality.

We slowly drove – He knew no hasteAnd I had put awayMy labor and my leisure too,For His Civility –

We passed the School, where Children stroveAt Recess – in the Ring – We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain – We passed the Setting Sun –

Or rather – He passed us – The Dews drew quivering and chill – For only Gossamer, my Gown – My Tippet – only Tulle –

We paused before a House that seemedA Swelling of the Ground – The Roof was scarcely visible – The Cornice – in the Ground –

Since then – ‘tis Centuries – and yetFeels shorter than the DayI first surmised the Horses’ HeadsWere toward Eternity –

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this one is an old nursery rhyme:

One bright day in the middle of the night, Two dead boys got up to fight. They turned their backs and faced each other, Drew their swords and shot the other. One was blind and the other couldn’t see, So they chose a fool for their referee. A mute eyewitness screamed with fright.A cripple danced to see the sight. A deaf policeman heard the noise.He came and shot the two dead boys.A paralyzed donkey passing by,Kicked the copper in the eye, And knocked him through a rubber wall, Into a ditch and drowned them all.If you don’t believe this lie is true,Ask the blind man. He saw it too.

~

She swearsshe will nevergive birthto a daughter.Won’t evenplant a garden.— Adira Bennett

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Do not go gentle into that good night

Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,Old age should burn and rave at close of day;Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,Because their words had forked no lightning theyDo not go gentle into that good night.Good men, the last wave by, crying how brightTheir frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,Do not go gentle into that good night.Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sightBlind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,Rage, rage against the dying of the light.And you, my father, there on the sad height,Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.Do not go gentle into that good night.Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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My mouth is a fire escape.The words coming outdon’t care that they are naked.There is something burning in here.

— Andrea Gibson

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Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

By Mary Elizabeth Frye

Do not stand at my grave and weepI am not there; I do not sleep.I am a thousand winds that blow,I am the diamond glints on snow,I am the sun on ripened grain,I am the gentle autumn rain.When you awaken in the morning’s hushI am the swift uplifting rushOf quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.

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Never regret thy fall,O Icarus of the fearless flightFor the greatest tragedy of them allIs never to feel the burning light

— Oscar Wilde

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Annabel Lee BY EDGAR ALLAN POEIt was many and many a year ago,   In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know   By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought   Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child,   In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love—   I and my Annabel Lee— With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven   Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago,   In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling   My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsmen came   And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre   In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,   Went envying her and me— Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,   In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night,   Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love   Of those who were older than we—   Of many far wiser than we— And neither the angels in Heaven above   Nor the demons down under the sea Can ever dissever my soul from the soul   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side   Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,   In her sepulchre there by the sea—   In her tomb by the sounding sea.

~

self-parodies & psalms for shit-scared twenty-somethings by gyzm

is perhaps my favorite poem and just gut punches me whenever i read it but they are a tumblr person who’s poem deserves more attention so please reblog/comment on their poem directly :)

1.

most of what i’ve learned in the first half of my twenties is to embrace statistics i’m not smart enough to verify; theones about black holes and how much of the universe is justempty space: between atoms and from one planet to another.it makes it easier, to stare at my overcrowded sink and thinkthat to get from the floor of this filthy kitchen to the neareststar would take more lifetimes than i could borrow or steal.maybe there is a single withered raspberry molding beneath every single plate i own but in the scheme of things that’s insignificant, a non-event in the life of a non-event, and so canwait until tomorrow, when this hangover is gone.

2.

please, god, don’t let me die before i turn thirty. i’ve heardthat that’s when it all comes together, and i know those’re allfish stories, probably, the lies of those who need to pretend justlike me, but hell, i choose to believe. because the thing is, god, if idie tomorrow, a few years from now, i can pretty much guarantee it’ll be in torn underpants, on a bad hair day, in a bra that doesn’t fitthe way i’d like it to; please, god, don’t let me die before i work outhow to drag myself out of bed in time to dry my hair every morning. i’vebeen promising myself for years i’d learn to get off the couch on monday nights and do laundry, god, okay, i don’t mind living in dirty jeans but i don’t want to die in them, i’m begging, i thank you, i’m sorry, amen.

3.

there should be a page at the back of every baby book thatsays “baby’s first moment of cold realization that they are an gigantic shitheaded asshole.” it’s important, as milestones go. iknow it’s not as glamorous as a first word or a graduation but i’dargue that developmentally, it means at least as much — god knows i put more thought into the bleak portrait of myself at two a.m., staring haggard out from the filmy surface of my mirror, than i did in my ham-fisted infant attempts to say my father’s name. it would benice, is all, to have a warning, to flip through pages of childhood accomplishments and see that placeholder, at the end; to know that the future was coming, inevitably, to make dipshits of us all.

4.

don’t put liquid soap in the dishwasher. don’t put your vibrator in the dishwasher. don’t forget that your mother is coming over until fifteen minutes before she shows up and put every scrap ofevidence that you are a disaster zone living underneath a veneerof overdone eye makeup and slapdash dreams of better tomorrowsin the dishwasher. don’t put your grandmother’s china, that vase you bought at the flea market, a bowl half-full of aged guacamole,in the dishwasher. on the mornings that will keep coming — when the shower does not seem like enough, when you can feel your long history of mistakes pockmarking your face and oozing out from beneath your armpits — don’t put yourself in the dishwasher.

5.

the human body replaces skin cells so quickly that two weeks from now, every part of me will be brand new, and i will still feel as though i have spent my first quarter-century on this planet touching both too much and not enough. that feels profound atthis moment but the human body replaces humiliations fastereven than skin; two weeks from now i will remember saying this,stare at the ceiling above my bed and think: no one has ever been as big of an asshole as you are. there are billions of stars in our galaxy and billions of galaxies in our universe and my ceiling is the only clean part of my apartment. i know it’s a fish story, but c’mon, god, okay — i’m just asking to believe i’ll make it to thirty better dressed; less selfish.

[thesmolbutknowingclown]

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#my great grandparents' house in fl was torn down not too long ago and just the other day me and my sister were reminiscing about the rooms

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

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#4

'Now I make known to you, brothers, the gospel which I proclaimed as good news to you, which also you received, in which also you stand, by which also you are saved, if you hold fast the word which I proclaimed to you as good news, unless you believed for nothing. For I delivered to you as of first importance what I also received, that Christ died for our sins according to the Scriptures, and that He was buried, and that He was raised on the third day according to the Scriptures, and that He appeared to Cephas, then to the twelve. After that He appeared to more than five hundred brothers at one time, most of whom remain until now, but some have fallen asleep. After that, He appeared to James, then to all the apostles, and last of all, as to one untimely born, He appeared to me also. ' 1 Corinthians 15:1-8 https://my.bible.com/bible/3345/1CO.15.1-8

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#3

RB and tag this post with the listening personality y'all got on your Spotify Wrapped. I got the Nomad

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#2

Not me getting emotional while reading John 17 and contemplating how much Jesus loves us, no siree :')

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My #1 post of 2022

Anzu: *tries to avoid a romantic encounter*

Riri:

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