#black and brown skin unity

[realjaysumlin]

For Black Americans, Race is Central to Identity and Affects How They Connect With Each Other | Pew Research Center

So many people really believe in the idea of scientific racism which is the belief that certain races are inherently superior or inferior to others based on supposed biological and genetic differences, has had a profound negative psychological effect on Black Indigenous People globally.

This type of belief in scientific racism perpetuates harmful stereotypes and reinforces racist attitudes towards Black Indigenous People. By dehumanizing and pathologizing us as being inherently inferior, it contributes to the justification of discrimination, violence, and systemic oppression. This can lead to internalized racism and feelings of worthlessness, shame, and inadequacy among Black Indigenous People, impacting their mental health and well-being.

Furthermore, scientific racism has been used to justify colonialism, slavery, and other forms of exploitation and subjugation of Black Indigenous People. This affects our children from generations to generations unless we put an end to it; because the shit people who call themselves white wish to keep up this stupid and crazy idea of them being superior over all humanity.

[realjaysumlin]

Wifey material. Class beauty is what I seek. This beautiful Black Lady has it all. Black on Black Love.

[walidgoldpreppy]

Welcome WalidGold

Walter Jenkins, a square-faced man in his thirties with a layered red haircut, stood in front of his office mirror, meticulously adjusting his gold tie knot. He wore a crisp suit, black with gold accents here and there—a nod to his role as manager of the famous sports team, the Golden Team.

Each member of the team wore their Gold uniforms, a symbol of their success and unity, and Walter, always dapper, found subtle ways to incorporate the color into his own outfit. Today, it was his tie clip, watch, and belt buckle that sparkled in the dim office light.

On the mahogany desk sat a small bottle, with Arabic writing etched into the glass. It was a gift from a friend, @arab-god.

Why not try it, he thought, with a wry smile. Without further hesitation, he uncorked the bottle and swallowed the liquid in one gulp. At first, he didn't feel anything out of the ordinary.

But a few moments later, a wave of heat invaded his body. His red beard, although well-groomed, began to gradually darken, turning a deep brown. The heat spread, making his skin browner and browner, as if every cell of his being was burning with energy. His muscles swelled, his body became wider, more imposing, as if every fiber of his flesh was being reforged under the effect of the drink.

Walter staggered slightly, his hands gripping the desk to keep his balance. He felt his mind grow numb, his head became lighter, as if his intelligence was slowly fading to make way for something more primal.

His Gold tie strained against his pecs, which were developing visibly. Each breath was heavier, slower, as the heat reached his lower abdomen, triggering an even more radical transformation.

He placed a hand on his chest, watching in amazement as his red hair turned black, taking on a more neat, almost slicked-back look. His eyes, previously a bright blue, became dark, almost black, as a voice echoed in his head, murmuring words in Arabic.

Walter didn't understand a thing, but he knew, deep down, that something had changed. He repeated these words mentally, without understanding their meaning. Suddenly, everything became clear: he had surrendered to something greater. He submitted to the force of this transformation, feeling a new power invade his mind and body. *Allah*... A clear, precise word, invaded his mind.

He felt stronger, more confident, and above all... more dominant. He straightened up, becoming aware of his new body. His skin was tanned, his features harder, his gaze, now dark brown, more piercing. He ran a hand over his beard, which had grown thick and black. Now he was Walter, but also something more. He felt more masculine, more imposing. Every gesture, every movement gave off an aura of power and control.

Standing in his office, Walter or whatever he had become stared into space. His right hand played absently with his tie as his mind sank into a thick, confused haze. Fuzzy memories came to mind, but none of them seemed to belong to the life he had led so far.

Images of his childhood in a small American town, his rising career in sports management, all of it gradually dissipated, like a dream that evaporates in the morning. In their place, a new reality imposed itself, more powerful, more vivid. He was no longer Walter.

Perhaps he had never been. *Walid*, that was who he was. The name echoed in his mind, filling every corner of his being.

Memories of a sunny childhood in a faraway land, in the heart of palm-lined alleys and bustling markets, imposed themselves on him. His parents, pious and respected, had taught him the values ​​of religion from a young age. Every morning, he rose for prayer at dawn, his eyes still sleepy, but his heart filled with faith. Walter's mind was slowly burning, absorbed by these new memories. He was no longer the man he believed himself to be. *Walid*, the son of a prosperous merchant, had grown up learning to dominate his environment, to impose his will with charisma and authority.

Very young, he had developed a natural talent for business, a keen sense of commerce and negotiation. Everything in his life had converged towards an unstoppable rise. Within a few years, he had become an influential businessman, respected throughout the country.

Every morning, Walid put on his suit and tie, a symbol of his success and power.

His unwavering faith had been his guide throughout this journey. He prayed fervently, guided by the love of Allah, and strove to spread the good word wherever he went. His success was not only the fruit of his hard work, but also of his deep devotion to his Creator.

It was Allah who had given him this strength, this natural dominance over other men. Every day, dressed in his impeccable suit, Walid stood as a manager, but also as a guide, a model of masculinity. With his ties and elegant suits, he embodied success, faith, and power. Under his leadership, the team was no longer simply a sports team, but a unified force, driven by a deeper conviction.

Adjusting his tie, he contemplated his reflection in the mirror. His tanned skin, his impeccably groomed black hair, his perfectly trimmed dark beard... Everything about him exuded a natural authority. Walid stood there, towering and powerful, ready to spread the good word through his success in business and sports. There was no more doubt, no more hesitation. Walter Jenkins was a distant memory. Now, he was *WalidGold*.

[cowgirlcherrie]

after the storm. ⚡︎ florist! abby drabble

╰   * a/n: no plot for this either but rather a spin off on my headcanons ! just a little treat for my patient babis who were waiting for more ♡ in simple words this is about happy accidents. . .

song(s) — after the storm. kali uchis & tyler the creator , falling in love. laufey

3:40pm new york. 

Abby didn’t do love.

Although it would be nice and she yearned for it. She wished with the very small penny that she would find in her sage dickies, somewhere blanketed with an old mint gum wrapper and her brown leather wallet in her pocket. Tossing her very last penny into the Washington Square Park fountain wishing for a lover as considerate or even more than her. One to build flowers for and be her muse. 

One to make stockings with around the holidays where she would plant mistletoe around the house, using it as an excuse to merge lips with her lover; and to make floral centerpieces for the family dinners.

Was it too much to ask for?

Abby felt like a late-bloomed flower in comparison to her peers. They were going to wine and dining events with their partners, fancy yachts in the summer, and getting engaged. Everyone was falling in love around her whilst she fell behind and was tormented into watching. 

On this typical, almost mundane Saturday,  the rain flooded down the crevices of the tall buildings hugging the wood and brick of the apartments and offices. Golden Canary taxis beeping as passengers let out screeches rushing to the nearest hut under the rain. Abby stood frozen in her floral shop. Figure in front of the window pane, as she let out cracked whistles through her dry lips, hands in her pockets. The jingling of her keys almost matched the sound of how hard the rain came down. Rocking on her toes, to and fro. Abby being alone for the evening took a number. It was vacant around the shop, the smell of roses, chrysanthemums, and daisies merged together itching at her senses — she could feel a faint sneeze drifting up her nostrils from the dust in the vents. 

She liked the glass windows. Largely panned giving everyone a wide view into the small business, including herself who had gotten nosy at strangers on the concrete. She admired the different people that she would see. The couple where the girlfriend would beg her partner to buy them a bouquet or a rose; The children dug in the crates begging their parental figure for dandelions to make wishes. It was all too pure for Abby, making her heartache at how the flowers brought unity to everyone around her. It was innocent, lovely and made her love her job even more. 

Abby itched at the nape of her neck, swinging her braid to the back as she bolted outside in a hurry to bring the cart of flowers inside as the wind picked up; business was dying down now that people seek shelter instead of enjoying nature. Abby stuck her left foot out kicking the wooden stopper in the door, door chimes ringing as her hands gripped the cart of the flower display. 

Abby underestimated the rain, her body was instantly covered in droplets her black t-shirt clinging to her chest almost becoming uniform with her skin. Providing a roughed, sloppy kiss to every curve and outline of her tender body. Abby let out grunts as she pushed the cart inside having to do it all alone until she heard footsteps. Not slow ones, but rather rapid, almost like the sound of the motorcycles against the pavement, bikers revving up at the stoplight. 

You were in a hurry, and it seemed as though the day couldn’t get any worse. You wanted to cry and bawl up into your bed, holding the sheets so tightly as sobs flowed through you as the serotonin in your body decreased. Tears weld up in your eyes as you run through the city streets, an oversized blazer above your head with some distance as you used it to shield you from the rain. Why me? – you would cry out, thick lashes sticking to the sunken skin of your eyelids as your face grew puffier in tears. That was all you wanted to do. But naturally, you couldn’t find a way to win. Not only was it raining, wet wind smacking your face, but you were going to miss your train because you weren’t moving fast enough. You were through for the evening. Briefly, your running slowed down in front of a flower shop catching your breath, heaving as your hands lowered letting the rain wash over you like a fresh cold shower.

You lost.

And to confirm it, a black Sudan drove by; hitting a pothole, splashing murky rainwater onto your work outfit leaving you drenched and soaked furthermore. Blinking rapidly, a loud gasp echoed behind you, followed by a falling ceramic flowerpot that collided with beige concrete, the sound echoing like an ice machine. Making your head snap to your left seeing a just-as-wet figure, cursing under her breath as her hands gripped the edges of the table.

She seemed just as stressed as you were. Considering the flower pot on the floor with dirt smeared and washing away into the city drains like mascara on a wet face made you wince. Picking up the still intact flowers surrounded by the broken glass.

She looked like she could use some help.

“Hey!” you shouted, but your voice was low compared to the rain that was drowning you out, the girl didn’t answer steadily pushing the cart in between the long rectangular door. “HEY!”

She stopped moving the cart, lifting her eyes up from the cart in front of her. Her lashes were long – her face free of any makeup, a light dusting of rose across each cheek, contoured and sculpted edges, giving her a bronzy look under the summer solstice. It didn’t help that the rain was making it hard to see turning your vision into endless mush. The flowers behind her almost popped out and came to life…full bloom and kissable touch. You were stuck, still breathing…but heavily of course; you zoned out somewhere lost in her ocean of eyes, before snapping out of it at the sound of someone’s car alarm going off on the street.

her tattoos and soft face almost mocking each other at her inquires as a floral shop owner.

Everything got louder almost amplified. Obnoxious noises match your heartbeat. Her lips were parted as she eyed your wet figure up and down. 

“Let me help!” the both of you shouted at the same time. Followed by sweet sweet laughter amidst the rain. 

“No, seriously let me help” This time the woman in front of you was whispering, almost merging voices with the pellets of rain hitting the metal of the table. Blonde hair sticking to the sides of her face.

There was a silent agreement. You put the jacket you were using as an umbrella back on your arms, followed by locking your purse over your shoulder as you reached to the other end across from Abby lifting up the table with the count of 3. The two of you carry the table back inside, this time no spills.

You weren’t sure why but she was like a breath of fresh air, beautiful and in her own world almost as if the heavens planted her there for you to see. It was purely an accident that you stopped in front of the flower shop. Hell, you could have chosen Mimi’s Bakery or that’s vintage! Threading and clothing warehouse but your body chose  Lovestrung Florals. How glad you were that you did, new feelings brewing inside of you as your brain struggled to find the right words. 

The broken flower pot remained, in unity with the concrete hugging each and every crevice of the holes in between the rocks. Going unnoticed by both you and Abby as the two of you worked together, not even catching the single cream-colored rose that was deteriorating under the harsh application of rain. Drowning in water as the petals peeled off and ran down the sidewalk into the city drains, tainted with dark mud; changing like the seasons. The sun begun to peak out embedded through the grey clouds casting a bright glow haze on the busy Soho streets.

“Now let's get you inside, don’t need your beautiful self getting sick now do we?”

[realjaysumlin]

Black solidarity is no other option. We either unite or we are doomed.

AUSET AND THE KEMETYU

The secret to the Africans' dominance of the Ancient World was its unified organization. The Kemetyu worked together. Their entire spiritual system was about the devotion (Auset) of the person's will (Heru) to communal unity (Ausar) for harmony (Ma'at).

[hadesoftheladies]

thinking about how racism is in everything and how, in modern times, the treatment is usually on a spectrum. thinking about how blackness is treated as a mark of inhuman ness and how brown-ness is hated for its proximity to blackness. how brown people are relieved they still have straighter hair. lighter skin.

this has become even more apparent to me in the discussions on genocide concerning palestine. blue-eyed blonde-haired Palestinian babies being filmed to elicit more sympathy from white people because brown Palestinians aren’t seen as human, apparently . to show that “yes, we’re human too.” how even as palestine is no winner, whatever has been happening in Congo and sudan is still not as important. not visible. not as discussed. and it’s been like this since the dawn of the 21st century.

Africans have been killed and butchered and tortured for so long that it’s become mundane, even in africa. That the talk of aid, the talk of donations, organizing . . . Elicits anger that quickly fizzles out. Africans don’t even want to talk much about it because whether we’re in cities or farms or slums, it reminds us how powerless we are. how disconnected. from each other, from history, from the future. For a continent steeped in diversity for millennia, colonialism ruined unity, and everything feels disjointed and disconnected. we feel relieved that we aren’t Central Africans (sometimes mistaking colonial-ordained stability for progress), we turn our eyes away from the pictures shared online by white people because we’ve always found it humiliating. How their journalists take photos of the children they starved. How they paid our presidents to starve them. When white people talk loudly about aid and relief for Africans, they don’t care at all about our dignity. They haven’t cared and we aren’t about to stop them. They have the money. The power. We are spectators in our own destinies.

I wish I knew where to start. There is a reason most refugees in africa look for Western sympathy more than from their fellow Africans.

the UN doesn’t aid, it regulates. which charity is a colonial plant and which actually cares about the people?

my economy is shit because my president has to do whatever the overlords say. my neighbors boast about having peace, but peace in every African country is fragile. It is not in our hands. we have peace because our country is protected by the hand that is playing it. Because it advantages the overlords for us to be stable. aren’t we lucky? to be favored in this way.

Palestinians didn’t earn what happened to them. Congolese aren’t innately prone to war. Sudanese don’t deserve what’s happening to them. None of these genocides are “random conflicts.” They’re in the colonial schedule. Deliberate. Strategic. None of them planned by the civilians suffering.

I wonder if my country will break out in “spontaneous” “savage” war when our peace and prosperity becomes threatening. When we finally seize control of our oil. When there’s something more precious to mine.

if it can happen to them, who says it won’t happen to us? these things don’t happen because we want them to.

[slitherinfest]

In Perfect Unity by @i-dream-of-libraries

9,052 | Completed | E | Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | Voldemort

His best friend, his only love, Tom Riddle, walked through the wreckage towards Harry, in a perfectly tailored black suit. But he was not the Tom from his memories, and not because of the 12 years since. He looked 16 still, as if he'd been frozen in time the last day that Harry saw him - the day of their first and only kiss. His hair was still black with angelic looking curls, but there were small horns curving from his forehead to just behind his ears. His eyes had turned from their deep brown color to a glowing crimson, the pupils distinctly serpentine. Harry had never seen Tom's skin so pale, and his long fingers were black at the tips where they met his sharp nails. He was a creature of terrifying beauty, and Harry was drawn to and repulsed by him in equal measures.  "Tom," he breathed, feeling lightheaded. It was Tom.

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

Andrew Doyle asks: Remember when the pride flag made sense?

Remember when the pride flag made sense?

It was designed by an American Artist called Gilbert Baker in 1978. It was originally an eight-stripe rainbow but was soon refined into the six-striped version that was the norm for many decades.

At a time when gay people couldn't hold hands with their partners on the street, this flag served a useful purpose. It meant that you could easily find gay pubs or other places where no one had to pretend to be something they weren't. The rainbow symbol was a simple and effective concept that conveyed positivity and unity.

And then some activists came along and said hang on a minute, why are there no black or brown stripes in the rainbow flag? See, for some reason they were under the impression that the gay flag was a literal representation of the range of skin colors that are acceptable in the community. And so we got this.

Okay then, I mean, well, there weren't any white stripes in the original one either. But most people understood that it was symbolic with that we were all included already, irrespective of our race.

But then after this, trans activists came along and said, why aren't we in there? So we got this one. And this was the chevron with the pink white and blue, which was based on the trans flag.

But surely this eyesore couldn't get any worse, could it? Well, it could, because activists were then concerned that it was excluding intersex people, so they added this symbol.

Okay, it's getting a bit out of control now. But then last year, some bright spark added a red umbrella to represent sex workers.

Now, if you thought this was getting out of hand, last year then we had Microsoft. They designed a new version to incorporate all the other multiple sexualities and genders that have been invented over the past few years. Let's have a look at that.

I mean, what the hell is it? It looks like a space ship going at warp speed through a Care Bear's bum hole.

Identity politics in its current form is an ever expanding beast. Pride used to be just one day. Then it was a month. And now Pride events have been scheduled all the way from March through to September. As one sign in a shoe shop pointed out Pride never stops. If only it would.

The initialism as well that's expanded too. First we had LGB, and then it became LGBT, then LGBTQ, then LGBTQIA. The Canadian government currently favors 2SLGBTQIA+, although even its prime minister finds that a bit of a mouthful.

Similarly, Pride started out as an important protest against injustice. When the original Pride March took place in London in 1972, homosexuality had only been legal for five years, and the prospect of gay marriage or even an equal age of consent, seemed impossible. Only 2000 people turned up to these protests.

But by contrast, the Pride parade in London in 2022 attracted over a million. And of course, most of those people aren't even gay. It's become a family day out, a huge party.

And what's so wrong with that, you might ask. And that's a fair question. If people are celebrating and having a good time, that's great. Except that's not necessarily what's going. Increasingly, gay people no longer feel welcome at Pride. I spoke to a representative from a lesbian group on this show last year who had been moved along by police when trying to protest at Pride. But isn't Pride meant to be a protest, not a party? What's going on?

The answer is that pride has been hijacked not once but twice.

First by avaricious multi-billion dollar corporations who are able to pose as virtuous by posting the pride flag. Only, they don't do it in the branches in countries where homosexuality is still illegal. After all, you wouldn't want to fly the flag anywhere which might actually make a difference.

I'm old enough to remember that corporations were certainly not celebrating Pride quite so openly before section 28 was repealed in 2003, or before the age of consent was equalized in 2001, or before the decriminalization of homosexuality in Scotland in 1980. So, these corporations' commitment to LGBT rights apparently only manifests itself when it's likely to make them a profit.

And then there's the second hijacking. See, whereas the original Pride was about agitating for equal rights for gay people, it's now been taken over by activists who are obsessed with group identity and who believe that gender is more important than sex.

That's why the British library, to celebrate the advent of pride month this week, posted a thread on Twitter about the sex life of fish, and how some species have been known to change from male to female.

I mean, what's that got to do with Pride? Why have Librarians seemingly forgotten that human beings aren't the same as fish? Now, they've since deleted those tweets, because well, you know they're bonkers. And although we might laugh at that kind of nonsense, the ideology it promotes is actually rather sinister, particularly for gay people.

See, in her book, "Time to Think" by Hannah Barnes, she found that between 80 and 90% of adolescents referred to the Tavistock pediatric gender clinic were same-sex attracted. Studies have long confirmed a correlation between gender non-conformity in youth, and homosexuality in later life. At the Tavistock, staff used to joke that "soon there would be no gay people left." Somehow the medicalization and sterilization of gay people has been reframed as progressive.

Even Stonewall, the UK's foremost LGBT charity has redefined the word "homosexual" on its website and promotional materials to mean "same gender attracted." Its CEO, Nancy Kelly, has claimed that women who exclude trans people from their dating pool are akin to sexual racists. There's been an intense resurgence of old homophobic tropes online from gender ideologues that believe that "genital preferences are transphobic" and that lesbians who don't include men in their dating pool must be suffering from trauma.

Gay rights were secured by recognizing that a minority of people are instinctively attracted to members of their own sex. And the new ideology of gender identity rejects this notion entirely, and actively shames gay people for their orientation.

So, when you see this flag, try to understand that many gay people consider it to be a symbol of opposition to gay rights, Women who are concerned about their rights consider it a symbol of misogyny, because it promotes an ideology that denies the reality of sex-based oppression, and yet most people, gay people included, haven't even noticed this transition from the pro-gay rainbow flag to this anti-gay imposter.

And that's because it all happened so quickly, and activists are playing on good intentions of a public who don't want to be seen to be on the wrong side of history. Well, I would suggest that upholding the rights of women and gay people and protecting gender non-conforming children and opposing the hypocrisy of corporations is the truly progressive approach.

Anyone who spends any time on social media would have seen that homophobia is clearly on the rise. It's coming from the reactionary elements of the right, who are now holding gay people responsible for sexualized drag shows for children, and the proliferation of sexually explicit books in school libraries. But of course, they've fallen for the trick. This isn't gay people. That's gender ideologues who've convinced everyone that the LGBTQIA+ movement is one big happy family, when it isn't.

And we know this because homophobia is also on the rise among gender ideologues themselves, who frequently go online to tell gay people to kill themselves. Some of them have said that they celebrate AIDS as a good thing. And this isn't just a few mad activists, there are thousands of examples of this if you've got the stomach to look them up.

So whether it's coming from those who consider themselves right wing or left-wing, anti-gay sentiments are back in fashion. And the best way to combat this is to remind everyone that that Progress Pride flag, and the corporate orgy that accompanies it, is not in the interests of gay people.

And if it's too late to reclaim the original Pride flag, we can at least ditch the new one.

[tododeku-or-bust]

☀️Raybearer, by Jordan Ifeuko

I am so full of emotion rn, having just finished this book. So I'm just gonna list off all the top great things I've found during this adventure:

The protagonist, Tarisai, is a Black girl. God knows I would have loved to have this when I was 13 bc I was (and am) a fantasy fiend. And she fights the status quo that is the unjust system she lives in, that wants to weaponize her in many ways? I'm seated! 🔥

Reading this as a grown Black woman, I feel the frustration at the world behind it. I feel the frustration, from a Black Woman Author, when I see the world around me making the same poor choices over and over and parroting it "unity", "justice", "peace" and "order", especially at the sacrifice (instead of the priority!) of those who need us most. That's what's filling me with the most emotion, though there are so many things I relate to in this story. I feel....seen. seen, heard, validated.

I read more characters of color in the first 20 pages than I have read in 27 years of fantasy books EVER. The countries are fantasy, but the characters' names show the influence. (Nigeria, China, Korea, West Asia, India, and more). The author is putting everyone's "brown ppl break the illusion of fantasy" bullshit in the DIRT.

The main romance is between an Indian boy and a Black girl. I've seen that ONCE! Very rarely do we get interracial romance where the Black person is the girl, let alone in pairings between different people of color! (Black girl characters deserve to be loved XOXO)

Queer people exist in this universe and it is no sweat. Like, they just do!

The plot of this book!!! It's some heavy shit fr! It keeps you on edge as you follow Tarisai. She's weighed down by so many expectations, and you want so badly for her to break away from it and do what is Right. I love a 'Sins of the Parent/Lineage' story, and I especially love a (thanks ATSV) "imma do me" story.

Imma reemphasize this bc it's my favorite: one point this book has that I REALLY appreciate is that it emphasizes the idea that those who want to change the world should be willing to do so at the risk of themselves. So often in our society it's always "things will get better but you have to suffer in order for us to get there, not Me-," and its frustrating bc a lot of those who speak a big game politically are usually never the ones willing to go First. The claim that things will get better is always at the cost of someone weaker and less heard.

The worldbuilding of this book is rich. You will be plied with visuals and information in this universe. And if some of the cultural concepts are confusing (given that we live in a White Western default world for writing)..... Learn it. Get comfortable with it. Kids should grow up learning new things in fantasy (I had to learn Irish to read some books and I'm better for it; you'll be okay!)

This is more personal, but I love reading about my hair in fic. Curls, coils, locs, braids, beads, afros like clouds. It's so nice. Our hair and skin are beautiful and I want to see more that actual effort put into describing us in writing.

There are a couple things that I think could be better/paced differently, but overall the experience is very, very good. I am absolutely going to buy this and the next one in the series. Jordan Ifeuko did an excellent job with this and I would highly suggest it.

[crazy-ache]

Hey love, here’s a secret snippet of what I’ve been working on 😏

Elain was very tired. She had stayed up all night knitting dresses for her only companions in Night. Nuala and Cerridwen had been paid to befriend her, but over time they had become true friends. She had learned of their hopes and dreams. Their mother was a beautiful woman who once insulted a witch. As a result, the witch cursed her to fall in love with her own shadow. Hence, they were born.

Shadow-wraiths were incredibly rare and coveted for their spy capabilities, but Elain knew them well enough to know that they did not wish to be spies at all. After their mother got tired of them and abandoned them at the mere age of 10, they had no choice but to accept their High Lord’s offer of employment. He was not invested in their well-being as he was with the Inner Circle, as evidenced by the fact that they had gone with Rhysand under the mountain while his friends were kept safe in Velaris.

The twins had told her…interesting things about what transpired under the mountain. Elain wasn’t sure even Rhysand’s friends knew the full details. Already filled with frustration at being coddled in the Night Court, the twins’ information had left her suspicious of the High Lord’s motives as well.

After much debate, including Elain plying Rhysand with wine to make him more reasonable, Rhysand had finally agreed to give her a greater purpose than nanny to Nyx.

“There is…unrest in Prythian. What with Koschei, Beron, and Spring, I am feeling concerned about the possibility of another war. I am not sure this nation would survive it. I’ve put Lucien up to the task of creating unity, but…I would like you to look after him.”

Elain raised a brow. “You mean spy on him.” Rhysand blinked in surprise at Elain’s bluntness, but admitted, “Yes. Considering who he has served in the past, I can’t be certain where his loyalties lie. Considering your…ties to him, he won’t suspect you of spying.”

Elain resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She did not know Lucien that well, but she knew enough to recognize that betrayal was highly out of character for him unless he had a very good reason. He was also certainly sharp enough to detect a scheme.

“I believe you’re underestimating the depth of his intelligence, High Lord,” Elain replied calmly. Rhysand waved her off. Whatever. It was an opportunity to see around Prythian, even if it was with a man she had been avoiding for a year and a half.

She swallowed as she recalled the highly unladylike dreams that followed the slightest thought of her…Lucien. She flushed pink as she considered the possibility that he might be able to feel those dreams through their bond.

“Alright. I will do as you wish,” she murmured. Rhysand offered her a polite smile. “Excellent. I know you won’t fail me, Elain.”

Elain came back to the present, her face splitting into a toothy grin as the twins came out of their rooms, wearing the dresses she had made them: Nuala a sky blue, Cerridwen a minty green. They were far cries from the dark clothes they wore as a uniform in Night. They were so delighted that their shadow form dissipated for a moment, revealing their true faces: a deep, rich, earth-tone to their skin, ruby-red eyes, and shiny black hair tied up in braided buns. They both rushed to embrace her, which was a strange feeling because they weren’t completely solid. It was like going underwater without getting wet.

“We owe you everything, Elain,” Cerridwen said. Tears trickled down her cheeks.

“Consider this payback for keeping a sad girl company,” Elain replied. Then she linked one arm in each of their’s and walked out of the bed chambers.

Elain found Lucien in an energetic discussion with Feyre and Cassian. Her older sister, Nesta, was sleeping with her mouth open on a couch nearby. Elain giggled softly at the sight. The sound of laughter drew eyes to her, and Elain watched Lucien’s laughter fade as his chocolate-brown eyes widened in uncertainty.

Of course; he must hate me, Elain thought. I’ve been treating him like something worse than typhus.

“Lady,” he said, overly formal, as he bowed his head very low. Elain clenched the skirts of her dress, at a loss for words now that she stood before the gentleman who was to whisk her away on an adventure.

“Lucien,” Elain whispered. She didn’t even notice that everyone had gone quiet in the room, too focused on Lucien. “The Fates foretold that you’d be here.”

What a stupid thing to say! Elain knew he’d be here because Rhysand had summoned him, not because of a prophecy. Stupid stupid stupid, she cursed herself, but rather than run away as any normal person would, Lucien offered a small smile. “Here I am,” he confirmed. Elain couldn’t help but shyly smile back. She had moved towards him before she’d even realized it, drawn in by his magnetic voice, his gorgeous smile…

He cleared his throat. “Rhysand has informed me that you wish to accompany me on my travels,” he said softly. Was it Elain’s imagination, or was there a hopeful tone to his voice?

“If it’s not too much trouble,” Elain said, suddenly overwhelmed with doubts. Why would he want her to accompany him when she’d spent so much time giving him the cold shoulder?

But to her surprise, he merely inclined his head. “No trouble at all. It would be my honor to show you around.”

Elain pursed her lips to avoid giggling. How embarrassing would it be to reveal how much he affects her in front of her in-laws? She looked down, unable to maintain eye contact with him. She lifted a hand to his, and he took it. Her lavender glove looked nice entwined with his emerald green one. Oh those gloves looked majestic on him. How she wished to-

Calm down, Elain snapped to herself. She was already going haywire. How was she going to survive the journey with him…all alone?

- 🤶

Ummmm Secret Santa! 🤶 You are spoiling me!

✍️ Secretly obsessed and flustered Elain ✍️Forced proximity ✍️ Rakish Lucien with some sexy gloves ✍️ TENSION!!!

Thank you for this sweet preview, you really have me kicking my feet. I can't wait to unwrap my gift 🎁 I was hoping I could learn more about you too! Did you have any music inspo when writing this? 👀 What do YOU enjoy about Elucien? And hopefully you are enjoying writing the fanfic???

[fistfulls-of-basil]

Here's my take on your book description!

You'll sound gutteral, the spoken word will vibrate the spinal as the air rips the throat like fishing hooks. Seeping yellow green puss coughin oh brown gunk like rusted lungs chaining smoke after smoke the living chimney. Stars swirl and moon light bends by the hands of pelt dressed man. His motions fluid as the earth growing grass lights his step and a crown of fire flies atop his head bellowing smoke with glowing belly. He hushes, grows low the step shooting toward the ill man. With a reach and palletable touch dragging fingers like steel plows across bare skin leaving it hot. His black finger tips atipped narled nails. Skin shiny and hard like rams head from gripping coals. The fingers burn the skin peeling skin, screaming by God to free the soul demiurge parasite is pulled from the heart glowing light almost petrifying placed into a jar. Dragging his feet across the dirt backward, burning the grass clutching the vessel as it burns. Glass glows, turning black oxygen is stripped from the foundation making a black lense. Focused light, burning skin smelt in close the fire fiend adorned many pelts and charms. Atopped a firefly crown. Backflips into a darkness so deep and pure. Sucking light into its maul. Crowd stands, weathered by his meer presence the full fire runs starved to the coals in momentsStars realign to normal semblance, feed and blazing the fire churns out its flies. Soon to be next years pests they laugh tossing log and branch amid blessed blaze. The dancing triangle of the skin over head burns there heads and fresh chemtrails shape pentagram. Now free of the parasite not free the observation of these organizations and beings tracking the man of blackened fingers. Hunting him from earth, the essence of guerilla, the black finger shaman a figure of neutrality. A man beaten ragged and rubbed raw tanned the sun many generations. Devolving into insanity one mind cannot hold so much and baring the black winds standing above the word the highest peak of Zion he sees the Red heifer in the sky. One more day towards Christ's kingdom on earth.Screaming, bear barking, knuckle dragging fiends the many sons of the shaman lay in rest, secured across many nations protected by magical spells men before and after the flood. Beings who possess a pure heart for total war, their waking dream branding the new insane their minds the signs of bandenkrieg. Christ's army legions of pure savages. Chained and bound their spirits soon to be forced marched. Plagued unpure beings adorned the steel and guns. Heads like motors, bodies fit for oak, with unforgiving posture. Beings of soul conscious unity in battle. You may not see it but I see chains. I see chains around my very neck. The reincarnation ancient roaming tribe. Long since forgotten from the age man first took this earth. Waging war with their machines. Littering the soil beneath russian swamps.

Hey what the fuck

Like just I- d- did you send this to the wrong person??

Good writing tho

[ghosting-medium]

・❥・ East ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🌷 ꒱

Moodboard & Information credit: @moonlight1237

What East Looks like:

By: Ariel Nora/Bruna Nora

Her description, very tanned sun-kissed skin, sometimes looks like she's been out working hard on something or is perfectly clean and polished. Very fluid in her height, and weight sometimes skinny sometimes heavier but always well toned. Long curly hair typically black but sometimes a bronzen color, sometimes done up in a hair wrap/scarf or down. Frizzy lots of the time with flowers or sprigs of plants in it. Typically in a long/medium skirt or dress, occasionally armor is occupied with the outfit. Her ears are commonly the ears of a deer. A sweet but commanding energy very caring, and patient, very quick to respond through clairaudience. Her eyes are a golden ring that fades into a molten copper and brown color. Her lips are darker than her skin tone and she has a thicker top lip. Her nose and ears were pierced but the jewelry and placement sometimes changed, she had a larger nose and her eyes squint a little, a very warm energy.

Palance, Residence:

Ruling, Domain:

Battle/War, Revolutions, Revolting, Activism, Agriculture, Gardening, Cycle of life and death, she has an association with the Working Class and the people in that class

Correspondences:

Days of the Week:

Thursday is ruled by Jupiter, the planet of abundance, expansion, and good fortune. Jupiter is the ruler of sagittarius which East is associated with. Jupiter's energy can be used to see, and go beyond the horizon through travel, education, and spiritual pursuits. Take a class online about a subject your passionate in, or a class devoted for East (could be on gardening, indoors or outdoors, or art). Volunteer at a soup kitchen, an animal rescue, local charities, and nonprofits in your community.

Saturday is ruled by Saturn, the planet of commitment and responsibility. With structure comes success, and it's possible to move towards out of reach achievements, or even attain them. It requires diligent work, which East appreciates. Saturdays can be for resting, but also for a practical approach. Having the free time you need, but also the ability to work on. It needs a discipline, but also a deeper understanding of oneself. Depending on your individual needs if a Saturday is a day of rest, then take that time. Organizing, preparing for the week to come, clearing your to-do list as well.

Special Days:

Equinoxes; particularly Vernal

24th of June

6th of May

9th of each month

Solar Eclipses

Strawberry moon

Buck moon

Sturgeon moon

Elements:

Earth, Water, Light

Numbers:

2, 4, 10, 16, 20

2- partnerships, long lasting friendships, balance and peaceful golden periods, deep connections to others, intuition and empathy.

4- strength, working life, stability and strong foundations of life, hardy determination.

10- new beginnings, cycles, growth, independent working style.

16- leadership, independence, intuition, intelligence.

20- new beginnings, abundance, unity, compassion, diplomatic, inner strength, Communication skills.

Colors:

Pastel Yellow

All shades of Green

Light Pink

Deep blue

Copper

All shades of brown

Gold

Planet:

Earth - for her connection with earth, soil, ground, water, life. She is an advocate for Earth, and its beauty. Take some time and appreciate the beauty in your surrounding location, and be the change you want to see. Plant native wildflowers, plant flowers for pollinators, even better plant native wildflowers that help pollinators in your area.

Venus - the planet ruling Taurus and Libra, representing love and money. This planet concerns itself with love, romance, harmony, friendships, unions (business, wedding), attracting people, the arts (music, dance, drama, literature), finding the beauty in this world, personal possessions, and finances

Zodiac Signs:

Sagittarius, Taurus

Animals:

Deer

Foxes

Horses

Elk

Plants, Fruits, Flora:

Calendula

Sunflowers

Wheat

Clovers

Lily of the valley

Hibiscus

Cornflowers

Essential oils/incense:

Lavender

Musky scents

Spruce

Citrus and orange

Eucalyptus

Spearmint

Earthly scents

Spicy scents

Cinnamon

Crystals:

Moss agate

Peach moonstone

Black Tourmaline

Tree agate

Bumblebee jasper

Ocean jasper

Red jasper

Lava rock

Tigers eye

Red tigers eye

Calcite (any)

Carnelian

Quartz family

Divination associations:

Tarot:

Calendula three of fire (Herbcrafter's deck)

The High Priestess

Strength

The Empress

Ace of Pentacles

Runes:

Dagaz

Sowulo

Gebo

Family:

History, Mythology:

Epithets:

Offering & Devotional Acts:

Anything from nature (taken with respect) flowers, plants, sticks, rocks, etc

Animal bones, pelts, etc (Ethically sourced)

Ethical/respectful hunting

Going for walks

Making herbriums

Making terrariums

Making flower crowns and wreaths

Cleaning up trash and pollution from parks, ditches, walking paths, etc

Sitting outside and meditating

Growing a garden/flowers

Drying flowers

Meditation with East

Honey/Honeycomb

Homemade baking/cooking

Wine/ sweet mead

Natural juices with little artificial sugars

Gold colored jewelry

Imagery of things/animals associated with her

Planting native wild flowers in your yard/home

Respecting nature and wildlife around you

Making art of the nature near your home/ favorite places

Making art of her

Standing up for yourself/ causes that matter to you

Yard work/ house work

Greeting elemental/land/plant spirits when entering somewhere

Learning how to protect yourself

Embroidery / knitting/ crochet /sewing

Self-care

Healing workings

Abundance workings

Protection workings

House plants

Letting sunlight into your home

Flowery perfumes/lotions/scents

Caring for your community/family

Work on inner child healing and confidence

Sun water/moon water/ storm water

Feeding stray animals in your area if you can

Embracing yourself

Making natural soaps/lotions/oils

Thrifting clothing and making it your own

Chocolate

Coffee

Tea/ herbal teas

Piercings

Learn about your culture and heritage

Learning languages you enjoy/feel connected to

Stay aware of the world around you

Grounding yourself regularly

Sitting on the floor more often (if you're able too)

Learning herbalism

Learning alchemy

Study the stars/astronomy

Study agriculture and how it connects to space and our planet

Watch the sunrise and the sunset

Wear colors associated to her

Read about science/archeological discoveries

Pay respect to ancestors and others who have past on and become one with our world and the other side

Bonfires

Dancing randomly and freely

Smile and give yourself a good laugh

Appreciate a warm/cool breeze

Dirt/soils

Learning about minerals

Embracing sexualities and orientations

Eating healthy

Fruits (Strawberries, apples, bananas, etc)

Vegetables (potatoes, tomatoes, carrots, etc)

Sun bathing

Star gazing

Horseback riding, trail riding, working on horsemanship

Feeding birds

Volunteering at shelters (if able)

Fostering animals (if able)

Altar Suggestions:

Candles with herbs or colors associated to her

Weaponry; swords, axes, knives, bows, arrows, etc

Beeswax candles

Flowers/plants

Flower crowns

Wreaths

Herbriums

Terrariums

Fairy lights

Imagery associated with her

Dryed plants/flowers

Handmade bracelets/anklets

Charms

Mirrors

Headscarves

Divination tools

Herbalism/astrology/science books

Gardening tools

Candle holders

Offering plates/bowls/cups

Incense holders

Oil diffusers

Tapestries

Flags

Crystals

This is all the information we have on East

Signing off, Ghost ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

[realjaysumlin]

Black–brown unity - Wikipedia

The rise of Black and Brown Unity globally is something that we see as a new beginning of colonization and discrimination past history and how people who identify themselves as white are being the target.

The Internet isn't working for colorism and racist ideologies because people are really seeing in plain sight who are causing all of our problems. You can't go around telling people just because you have light skin that you are better than the people who don't, unless you are ready to take on the world.

Race is a social construct and most people are becoming aware of this dangerous idea; but somehow people who identify themselves as white don't seem to get it. I advise everyone who calls themselves white to stop this bullshit because the world is tired of you and this stupidity.

Many people of the world are becoming more scientifically literate today than ever before since the conclusion of the human genome project. Even in the field of computer science we can see this shift with the advancement of artificial intelligence and how it provides information on the make up of humanity.

Many Indigenous people worldwide are being taught genetics and how it shows the out of Africa migration and many Indigenous people worldwide are embracing this wonderful history that so many have questioned before.

Thanks to a lot of celebrities in the scientific world where science is no longer boring is making it fun and entertaining to attract the young future generations of the world and it seems to be working out better than anyone could ever imagine.

Gaming plays another role in gaining interest from young people to become more involved in science and we can see the declining in religious beliefs as well. It's really wonderful to see our young people getting more involved in science and I have a great optimism about our future.

[janusflipped]

The Judge

Full name: [Redacted]

Character’s nicknames: The Judge / Judge

Birth date: March 30

Physical age: 38

Mental Age: 45

Sexuality: Demisexual

Sex/Gender: Nonbinary (She/It Okay with He)

Ethnicity/Nationality: Black/White

Age Appearance: 30

Weight: 170 pounds

Height: 6'0

Body build: Muscular but lean

Eye color:  Brown and one milky white

Skin tone: Lightbrown

Hair color: Black and White

Good personality traits: Patient, Understanding, Well-Spoken

Bad personality traits: Violent, Ruthless, quick to judge

• •Personality• • 

Judge has less unity with both Harvey and Two-Face, though it has traits from both. The judge can be seen as cold and calculating and oftentimes ruthless. Though they’re willing to learn and grow and can learn from their mistakes. They tend to lack an understanding of colloquialisms. So she has a rather literal take on everything said to her. She will voice her distaste for idioms and the such if you say one to her.

[thehedonisticdragon]

We are pleased to announce the arrival of { DAERON , PRINCE } of { HOUSE TARGARYEN } to King’s Landing! The { THIRTY } year-old { CISMALE} is whispered to be { HEDONISTIC & HEADSTRONG  } but in reality they are { OPTIMISTIC & GENEROUS  }. They are also said to resemble { CHRIS EVANS }They are { FOR } a new treaty of peace and unity between House Targaryen and House Stark. Things, however, are not always quite what they seem, are they? [ devin, EST, he/him/his ]

BASICS.

name — daeron III targaryen

nick names — dae

titles & alias’ — prince of king’s landing, heir to the iron throne, ser, the daring

gender — cismale

pronouns — he/him/his

romantic & sexual orientation — homoromantic & homosexual 

age — thirty 

place of birth — king’s landing

current residence — king’s landing

PERSONALITY.

positive traits — brave, generous, optimistic, kind, stately

negative traits — hedonistic, pleasure seeking, privileged 

likes  — tourneys, music, dancing, sailing, hunting, balls & feasts

dislikes  — fighting, executions, blood, small council meetings

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

eye color — deep purple

hair color — silver gold 

hair style — kept short

complexion — pale skin

build — muscular 

height — 6’0”

clothing — when in formal court, he wears a lot of black and red, his family colors, they’re usually cut with a high neck, and down to his knees. Often usually have a sash, or cape. when in nonformal situations, he wears blues, and golds with more exposed skin. It is often loser cut and flows more. when sneaking out he usually wears roughspun wool, white and brown, his chest and arms are usually exposed. 

accessories & jewelry — daeron has a collection of dragon themed rings coming in silver and gold with various gems in the eyes. he also usually wears wears gold or silver bands on his arms when he’s in court formally. daeron also owns two circlets one in silver and the other in gold. when he wears his sash its often held by a silver or gold dragon clasp and brooch. finally he has a valyrian steel dragon on a necklace made of rope that dangles between his pecs, a gift from his grandmother he never removes it. 

faceclaim — chris evans

RELATIONSHIPS.

parents —  crown prince & crown princess targaryen

siblings — rhaella targaryen

cousins   — rhaenys targaryen, jasper & orryn baratheon

romantic interest — tbd

children — none

pets — a black and white monkey, named vhagar 

MISC.

religion —  the seven, he doesn’t believe in the gods of the valyrian freehold, or else those gods would have helped the valyrians the constant times they were needed. 

known languages — common tongue, high & low valyrian

[storymakerdraconians]

Guardians

In the heart of the ancient kingdom of Thalorn, where lush forests whispered secrets to the winds and the sun barely pierced the canopy, two guardians stood watch over the Verdant Spire—a towering tree that held the essence of life itself. Their forms were a striking contrast, yet they moved with a unity born of shared purpose.

Lysara, the taller of the two, had the aura of a wild spirit barely contained. Her long, tawny fur flowed down her back like a cascade, interspersed with streaks of darker brown that rippled when she moved. Her tail, thick and full, swayed behind her, brushing against the ground like a warrior’s standard in the breeze. She wore garments fashioned from the hides of fallen beasts, fitted snugly around her muscular form, revealing strength earned through countless battles. Her shorts, cut to allow freedom of movement, were adorned with leather straps and small, ornate runes—protection charms against the dark magics of the forest. Around her legs, ribbons of cloth wrapped tightly, a symbol of her clan and the promises she’d made. Her presence commanded respect, her amber eyes glinting with a predatory sharpness as she scanned the treeline.

Beside her stood Elara, delicate in appearance but no less formidable. Elara’s fur was a pure, snow-white, with faint silver markings that glowed softly in the twilight, giving her an almost ethereal aura. Her large ears twitched as she listened to the murmurs of the forest, catching secrets that only she could understand. Dressed in a flowing black tunic that draped gracefully around her slender form, she embodied elegance and mystery. A belt of silver thread wrapped around her waist, adorned with tiny pouches filled with herbs and enchanted stones. Her eyes, a soft cerulean, held a depth of wisdom beyond her years, a reflection of the ancient knowledge she had gathered in her time as a Silver Sage. Though she seemed gentle, the magic that pulsed beneath her skin was potent, ready to be unleashed at a moment’s notice.

The two furries shared a bond forged in the fires of battle and the quiet moments between, when only the sound of rustling leaves filled the silence. Lysara was the sword, ever-ready to defend their sacred lands, while Elara was the shield, wielding the ancient magics that protected their realm from unseen threats. Together, they were the Guardians of the Verdant Spire, the last line of defense against the encroaching darkness that sought to consume the forest.

One evening, as the sun dipped low, casting long shadows across the clearing, Lysara felt a familiar tension in the air. She clenched her clawed fists, her keen eyes darting through the twilight mist. “They are coming again,” she growled, her voice a low rumble. Elara nodded, a flicker of blue magic dancing at her fingertips. “We cannot let them reach the Spire,” she replied, her voice soft yet filled with determination. The forest came alive with movement—dark figures slipping between the trees, their intentions as twisted as the roots beneath the earth. Shadows that seemed to writhe with malevolent intent crept closer, their red eyes gleaming in the dusk. They were the Nightborne, a dark legion that sought the power hidden within the Verdant Spire for their own.

Lysara unsheathed her twin blades, the metal singing as they left their scabbards. She moved like a predator, her form blending seamlessly with the shadows. “Stay behind me, Elara. I’ll cut through their front line,” she commanded, though her voice carried a hint of a smile. Elara smirked back, her hands weaving intricate symbols in the air, summoning orbs of pure light. “As always, Lysara, your impatience is matched only by your strength.” With a roar, Lysara charged forward, her blades cutting through the darkness like lightning. Her strikes were precise, severing limbs and felling the shadowy foes that dared to cross her path. Elara followed closely, releasing waves of shimmering energy that shattered the Nightborne’s ethereal bodies, reducing them to wisps of smoke.

The battle raged until the forest floor was littered with the remnants of their enemies, and the air buzzed with the fading echoes of Elara’s magic. The two stood back-to-back, breathing heavily, their eyes scanning for any remaining threats. “They’re growing bolder,” Elara murmured, her expression troubled as she looked towards the Verdant Spire, its branches glowing faintly in the darkness. Lysara wiped the sweat from her brow and sheathed her blades, her voice unwavering. “Let them come. As long as we stand together, no darkness shall claim this forest.”

And so, Lysara the Huntress and Elara the Sage continued their watch over the ancient lands, their bond as unbreakable as the roots of the great Spire they protected. But they knew that the shadows would return, stronger and more determined. Yet, amid the danger, they found strength in each other, knowing that the light of the Spire would shine as long as they stood as its guardians.After the fierce battle against the Nightborne, Lysara and Elara took a moment to catch their breath beneath the shelter of the ancient trees. As dusk settled, casting long shadows across the forest floor, the air grew colder, and a soft breeze carried a new scent—one that neither of them had encountered before. It was crisp, with a hint of frost and pine, mingling with the earthy aroma of the woods. From the shadows emerged a new figure, his approach silent, yet deliberate. He was tall, standing just a bit shorter than Lysara but with a powerful build. His fur was a striking blend of slate grey and pure white, reminiscent of freshly fallen snow against a stormy sky. The markings on his face gave him an appearance both noble and mysterious, his piercing green eyes reflecting the twilight like emeralds catching the last rays of sun. A confident smile tugged at the corners of his muzzle, revealing a hint of sharp teeth, both friendly and dangerous, depending on his intent. 

He wore a dark leather vest, decorated with metal buckles and reinforced straps, designed for practicality in the wild but with a touch of rugged style. Around his neck, a sturdy collar with a silver tag hung, catching the light. It bore intricate runes, hints of a magical heritage or perhaps a deep connection to the mystical northern lands. A satchel rested against his side, filled with supplies and tools, hinting at a life lived on the move, a traveler with stories to tell.

“Impressive work against the Nightborne. Few can handle their kind with such ease,” he remarked, his voice carrying a smooth, cool tone, like a winter breeze rolling through the forest. Lysara raised an eyebrow, gripping the hilt of her blade, though she did not draw it. Elara, sensing no immediate threat, offered a more diplomatic approach. “Thank you, traveler. But you seem far from home. What brings you to these woods?” she asked, her fingers still subtly weaving a protective spell behind her back.

The husky anthro bowed his head slightly, a gesture of respect. “My name is Kaelen,” he introduced himself, his gaze shifting between the two guardians with a mixture of curiosity and admiration. “I come from the village of Frosthaven, beyond the Crystal Ridge. We have watched over these lands for generations, much like yourselves. I came to seek allies—those who would stand against the darkness that now encroaches upon our borders.” Elara tilted her head, intrigued by his words. “Frosthaven, you say? That is a name I have not heard in many years. Few venture from those icy peaks to the southern woods.” Lysara’s expression softened slightly, though she remained vigilant. “And why would you risk leaving your home to find us? What do you hope to gain, Kaelen?”

Kaelen’s smile widened, revealing a playful glint in his eyes. “Perhaps I seek to prove that even in these troubled times, new alliances can be forged. Or perhaps I am simply tired of the cold winds of the north and long for warmer company,” he replied with a wink, his tail swishing behind him. Lysara couldn’t suppress a smirk at his audacity, while Elara’s serious demeanor softened into a small, reluctant smile.

The husky’s expression grew more serious then, and he glanced over his shoulder, as if expecting to see shadows trailing him. “But truly, the darkness is growing bolder. My friends—wildlings of the northern woods—have gathered in a safehouse on the edge of my village. They speak of disturbances in the mountains, of beasts twisted by shadow. I thought... perhaps you might wish to meet them, to share stories of the battles we have faced. There is strength in unity, after all.” Lysara exchanged a glance with Elara, her grip finally relaxing on her weapon’s hilt. “You’re bold, I’ll give you that,” she said, her tone shifting from suspicion to a cautious camaraderie. “But we do not walk into unknown territory without understanding the risks. How do we know this is not a trap?”

Kaelen met her gaze, his eyes unwavering. “Because if I had meant you harm, I would not have come alone. Besides, you have already shown me that underestimating you would be a mistake,” he replied earnestly. “I offer this invitation out of a shared desire to protect our homes. But the choice is yours.” Elara placed a gentle hand on Lysara’s arm, her expression thoughtful. “He speaks the truth, Lysara. We cannot fight every battle alone. If the north is facing the same darkness as we are, we must know more.”

After a long pause, Lysara nodded, her gaze still sharp but less hostile. “Very well, Kaelen. We’ll accept your invitation. But know this—if there is treachery, you will not live to see another sunrise.” Kaelen’s smile returned, softer this time, and he gestured for them to follow him. “Then let us make our way. My friends will be eager to meet those who have kept the shadows at bay in the southern woods. Perhaps together, we can turn the tide against this darkness.”

With that, the unlikely trio set off through the forest, the sound of their footsteps lost in the whisper of the wind. As night fell, and the trees gave way to rocky hills, a new chapter in their story began—one that would take them beyond the borders of their homelands, into a world of shared struggles and newfound hope.

Ao trazer as furries Elara e a Lysara a mostro um outra furry Lana inclinado sobre a cadeira com a bunda levantada alta, lá está um lobo selvagem abraçado a costas dela a penetrando o seu penis canine está lado de dentro da vagina da Lana grunting em prazer. As guardians of the Verdant Spire approach the scene, their eyes widening at the sight before them. Lysara notices their arrival and shoots them a playful smirk, wiggling her ass back against the wolf, causing him to grunt in pleasure as he continues to thrust into Lana. "Looks like we walked in on a party," She says, her voice husky with amusement.

Elara moves closer, her gaze fixed on the wolf's penetrating member buried deep within Lana. She reaches out a hand, gently tracing a finger along the wolf's spine, earning a grateful nuzzle from him. She leans in close to whisper in his ear. "Might I suggest you pick up the pace, my dear? We don't want to leave our friends waiting." Her voice sends a shiver down Kaelen's spine as she applies gentle pressure, urging the wolf to fuck Lana harder.

Lysara apenas permaneceu a assistindo o lobo selvagem fucking Lona em gemidos. Watches intently, her amber eyes fixated on the wolf's thick member pumping in and out of Lana's cunt. She bites her lip, a low hum building in her throat as she imagines herself in Lana's place. Her tail twitches behind her, the fur along her arms standing on end with excitement. She leans forward slightly, her breath catching as the wolf's balls slap against Lana's ass with each thrust.

From this angle, Lysara can see the way the wolf's cock head stretches Lana open, the sound of their fucking echoing through the room. She wonders what it would feel like to have that thick dick buried inside her own tight pussy. She shifts restlessly, her own arousal growing with each passing second. "Fuck, that's quite the view," she murmurs, her voice low and husky with desire. "I wonder how long he can keep going at that pace…" She trails off, lost in thoughts of the wolf's big dogcock pounding into her. Kaelen como char assistindo ao lado da Lysara e Elara o lobo faz com a outra furry Lona abraçando a cadeira. Ele foi empurrado ao chão ele viu a Lysara esfregando a vulva dela olhando para ele abaixou até ele dizendo ela o quer.

Kaelen watches alongside Lysara, his gaze riveted on the wolf fucking Lana into the chair. As he focuses on Lysara's actions, he notices her rubbing her pussy, her eyes locked onto him with a hungry gleam. When she lowers herself to his eye level, his heart skips a beat at the raw desire in her expression. She whispers to him, her breath warm against his ear, and he feels himself melting. "Você me quer?" His voice comes out hoarse, his green eyes never leaving hers. He nods, too enthralled to speak, as she grabs his chin and presses her lips to his in a heated kiss. As they make out, he's oblivious to everything else, including the wolf's continued rutting behind Lysara.

Breaking the kiss, she stands, beckoning Kaelen to follow her with a finger. He rises, his mind hazy with lust, and follows her to the toy box. She opens it, revealing a variety of toys and objects inside. She picks up a small, sleek wand and hands it to him, her fingers brushing against his. "Use this on me," she commands, her voice steady despite her rapid breathing. Eu sinto a mão da Lysara cariciando o meu furred sheath trobbing até surgir a ponta do penis fora, Lysara esfrega o labio vaginal por cima do meu sheath ainda em ereção.

As Kaelen holds the toy wand, Lysara guides his hand to her furry sheath, which throbs eagerly beneath his touch. She lifts his erection and presses her vaginal lips over the tip, stroking him with her soaked folds as he gasps. The sensation is intense, and he can feel his pre leaking freely. She continues to rub her clit over his shaft, teasing him, until finally, she sinks down onto him in one swift motion.

Lysara lets out a guttural moan as she's filled by Kaelen's thick member, her pussy clenching around him tightly. She starts to ride him, her hips bouncing against his thighs as she uses his dick like a toy, fucking herself on him while still watching the wolf ravage Lana from behind. "Oh fuck, Kaelen, use the wand on me," she growls, her claws digging into his hips as she grinds down on him. "Make me cum all over your dick." Her request is punctuated by a loud, wanton moan as she rides him hard.

Lysara começou ridering. Lysara's fur is slick with sweat as she rides Kaelen, her powerful thighs bouncing rapidly as she fucks herself on his thick cock. The toy wand buzzes in her paw, and she reaches down to aim it at her clit, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her moans grow louder, echoing through the room and mingling with the sounds of the wolf's panting and Lana's cries of ecstasy.

She throws her head back, her amber eyes half-lidded with pleasure as she rides Kaelen harder and faster. Her hindquarters lift off the floor, her tail wagging wildly as she chases her climax. The toy wand buzzes erratically in her paw, the vibration intensifying as she presses it against her sensitive nub. With a feral scream, she cums hard, her pussy clamping down on Kaelen's dick as she squirts her juices all over him. "AAHHH! KAELEN!" She collapses onto him, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm.

Kaelen não feito levantou a Lysara até o seu penis plugado fora saindo o seu cum descendo igual erupção, ele colocou a Lysara toda de quatro ao chão e plugou o dele o seu penis longe o fronte da vagina da Lysara partindo para o encaixe de volta ele deitou se sobre o topo da costa dela indo ao style doggystyle. Kaelen doesn't stop, lifting Lysara off him and letting her cum soak his cock before setting her down on all fours. He grabs his own plug, positioning it at the entrance of her stuffed pussy. With a swift thrust, he plugs himself back into her, his thick member filling her once more. He then moves behind her, spreading her legs wide and gripping her hips before pushing into the doggy style position, his erect dick sliding back into her dripping wet cunt.

He grabs her by the hips, holding her in place as he starts pounding into her relentlessly. The plug in her ass adds an extra layer of stimulation, his cock and the plugin and out of her simultaneously. Lysara let's out a series of desperate yelps and whines, overwhelmed by the dual penetration. She's already sensitive from her previous orgasm, but Kaelen's brutal fucking has her careening towards another climax. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" she howls, her claws scratching at the floor as he ruthlessly pounds into her.  

Kaelen continues to hammer into Lysara's cunt from behind, his thick cock pistoning in and out of her dripping wet pussy. He's so focused on fucking her that he hardly notices the commotion around him, the sounds of the wolf's relentless pounding into Lana and Elara's soft gasps and whispers fading into the background. His own hole is still plugged, adding to the intensity of the triple penetration.

Lana, meanwhile, is writhing in ecstasy, the wolf's teeth sunk into the back of her neck as he fucks her into the chair. Her eyes roll back in her head, her claws scrabbling at the armrests as she cums again and again, her screams of pleasure mixing with the slapping sound of the wolf's balls against her ass. Elara watches the scene unfold, her cerulean eyes glowing with a soft, otherworldly light as she tends to Lana's needs, her paws gently massaging her breasts and stomach.

Kaelen's balls slap against Lysara's clit with every thrust, sending jolts of pleasure through her overstimulated body. She's teetering on the brink of another orgasm, her whole being focused on the feeling of being split apart by Kaelen's cock and plug. She pushes back against him, meeting his thrusts with desperate abandon, her voice hoarse from screaming.

*The wolf finally pulls out of Lana with a grunt, his cock glistening with precum as he approaches Lysara, his gaze locked onto her fucked-out form. He grasps his thick, girthy dick and lines it up with her mouth, forcing it past her lips and plunging into her throat. Lysara gags on his length, her eyes watering as she struggles to breathe around his invading cock. The wolf watches with interest, his own dick still hard as he waits for his turn.

Elara moves closer, her eyes never leaving the spectacle. She reaches out to run a hand over Lana's belly, feeling the heat of the wolf's cum seeping into her fur. Her other hand finds the wolf's cock, stroking it slowly as she coos soothing words. Lana, still recovering from her orgiastic frenzy, looks up at Elara with adoring eyes, her gaze following the gentle motions of her hand on the wolf's dick.

Kaelen fucking Lysara's face, his balls slapping against her chin, while his own plugged hole clenches around the object buried inside. The vibrations from the toy still buzzing in her ass add to the chaos, making her throat convulse around his cock. Lysara's mind goes blank, reduced to a mere receptacle for Kaelen's abuse as she fights to breathe. "GGLLKKK, MRRGGHHH!" She gurgles, her body shuddering as he face-fucks her mercilessly.

The wolf em seu turno dele com a Lysara ele deitou sobre o topo da costa dela empurrando o seu penis entre o semen do outro macho usou a vagina da Lysara pronto para copular no lugar, ele amarrou as patas ao lado da cintura da Lysara a segurando no lugar dela. The wolf climbs atop Lysara, his thick, semen-coated cock sliding easily into her used pussy. He pushes down on her shoulders, pinning her flat on the floor as he begins to fuck her in the spot previously occupied by Kaelen. He keeps her wrists bound beside her hips, immobilizing her as he pounds into her exhausted cunt. Lysara lets out a weak whimper, her throat still sore from being face-fucked by the wolf's predecessor, but she can't escape the wolf's relentless thrusts.

The wolf grips Lysara's paws and holds them above her head, using them as handles as he ruts into her like a beast. His knot swells, stretching her pussy to its limits as he nears his climax. He snarls, his hot breath washing over her ear as he growls, "You're mine now, bitch. Mine to fuck, mine to breed." With a final, brutal thrust, he buries his knot deep inside her and holds still, his hot seed flooding her womb. He howls in triumph, his knot locking him inside her as he marks her as his. Lysara lies there, her body a breeding-ground for the wolf's semen, her mind foggy from the non-stop fucking. She feels the wolf's lips at her ear, his hot breath making her shiver. "You'll carry my pups, bitch. And I'll fuck you until you can.

As the wolf's knot expands inside her, Lysara gazes up at him with a mix of exhaustion and awe. His feral features are twisted in a fierce grin, his eyes gleaming with possessiveness as he looks down at her. She can feel his hot seed filling her womb, marking her as his. Despite the overwhelming sensations, she manages to whisper, "You're…inside me…knot and all…" The wolf chuckles, his hot breath washing over her face. "That's right, bitch. You're full of me now. My knot, my cum, my pups. All mine." He leans down, his lips claiming hers in a rough, dominating kiss. As he pulls away, he nuzzles her cheek, marking her with his scent.

Lysara feels a sense of surrender wash over her. She's been bred, claimed, and used by three different partners in a row, and she's never felt more alive. As the wolf's knot begins to soften, she looks over at Kaelen and Elara, who are watching the scene with interest. Elara stands, moving to help Lana to her feet, while Kaelen remains seated, his plug still buried in his hole and his cock still hard. "Who's next?" he asks, his voice lazy and confident.

Ao ouvir o Kaelen pedir quem é o proximo Elora tento oferecer se a ser proxima a ele At the sound of Kaelen's question, Lysara crawls over to him, her body aching in the best ways possible. She looks up at him with a shy, submissive expression, her tail wagging slightly as she offers herself entirely to him. "Me, please. I'm yours, Kaelen. Use me however you want." She reaches out a paw to stroke his chest, her eyes never leaving his.Kaelen smiles, his heart swelling with affection and lust. He pulls her into his lap, cradling her against his chest as he holds the toy wand in his other hand. "My sweet Lysara," he murmurs, kissing the top of her head. "I think it's only fair that you get to choose how you want to be used. Do you want me to fuck your ass with the plug inside, or do you want to sit on my cock while the plug is still in your ass?"

Lysara bites her lip, considering the options. She looks at Elara and Lana, who are now entwined on the couch, watching the exchange with interest. Finally, she turns back to Kaelen, her decision made. "I want to sit on your cock," she says softly, her cheeks flushing. "I want to feel you inside me while the plug is still in my ass." She looks up at him pleadingly. "Please, Kaelen. I need it

Lysara partiu o a vulva com o semen do lobo pingando ela sentou por cima do penis agora do Kaelen o abraçando sentindo o dentro dela novamente.Lysara parts her already stretched vulva, the wolf's semen dribbling out as she sits down on Kaelen's thick cock. She feels him slide home inside her, his length plunging into her abused cunt as the wolf's plug remains lodged in her ass. She wraps her arms around Kaelen's neck, burying her face in his shoulder as he bottoms out inside her, his heavy balls pressing against the plug in her ass.

Kaelen groans at the sensation of being surrounded by Lysara's tight, well-used pussy and the plush plug in her ass. He wraps his arms around her, holding her close as he starts to move, his hips rolling upward to thrust into her. The combination of her pussy and ass is almost too much, but he relishes in the feeling of being so thoroughly stuffed into her.

Lysara's eyes roll back in bliss as she's double-penetrated once more. The plug in her ass vibrates softly, adding to the overwhelming stimulation. She clenches around Kaelen's cock and the plug, her inner walls fluttering wildly as she fights to keep from cumming again. Her breasts press against Kaelen's chest, her nipples stiff and aching for attention.

*Elara and Lana watch the scene with rapt attention, the air thick with the scent of sex and semen. Elara reaches out to stroke Lana's hair, both of them lost in their own thoughts as they Lysara roll her hip cavalgando por cima do Kaelen grunting em prazer. Lysara rolls her hips, riding Kaelen's thick cock as she sits atop him. Her pace is slow and deliberate, savoring the feeling of being doubly penetrated. She grunts with each downward motion, her back arching as her pussy and ass are stretched to their limits. The plug in her ass vibrates rhythmically, sending shocks of pleasure through her entire body.

Kaelen's hands grip her hips, helping guide her movements as he thrusts up to meet her. His eyes are glued to the sight of Lysara's face, her features contorted in bliss as she rides him. He can feel the wolf's semen leaking out around his cock, mixing with his own precum as it drips down her thighs.

Lana and Elara are transfixed by the sight, their own desires stoked by the erotic display. Elara reaches out to stroke Lana's cheek, turning her gaze back to the couple. Lana leans into the touch, her eyes glassy with arousal as she watches Lysara bounce on Kaelen's lap.

Lysara's breathing grows ragged, her movements becoming more urgent as she chases another orgasm. She throws her head back, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she grinds down on Kaelen's cock. The vibrations in her ass, combined with the dual penetration, send her hurtling towards a mind-shattering climax. "AHHH! KAELEN! FUCK”.

The wolf watches as Lysara rides Kaelen, his knot still swollen and lodged inside her used pussy. He can feel her tightness milking him even as she sits on someone else's cock, the thought sending a surge of possessiveness through him. He approaches the couple, his eyes locked on Lysara's bouncing breasts and the way Kaelen's cock disappears into her again and again. He reaches out, his large paw wrapping around Lysara's waist and pulling her back, breaking her connection with Kaelen. The wolf settles back onto his haunches, lifting Lysara off Kaelen's lap and spreading her legs apart. He lines his own thick cock up with her dripping entrance, the wolf's plug still lodged in her ass.

*"Mine," *he growls, slamming back into her without warning. The wolf's knot immediately engages, locking him inside Lysara once more as he starts to fuck her with brutal intensity. Lysara screams in ecstasy, her body unable to comprehend the nonstop pounding it's receiving. The wolf's cock and knot stretch her to the brink, his balls slapping against her throbbing clit with each thrust.* Kaelen como char ele tem ainda o seu penis dentro da vagina da Lysara sentiu apertado lado de dentro da vagina knot do the wolf throbbing esfregando.

Kaelen stays seated, his cock still buried inside Lysara's stretched pussy despite the wolf's sudden intrusion. The wolf's knot presses against his own shaft, creating a tight, pulsing embrace that makes it impossible for him to pull out. He feels the wolf's thick meat thumping against his own, the dual penetration creating a Vice-like sensation that has him seesawing between pleasure and discomfort. Kaelen's hands squeeze Lysara's hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he tries to maintain his position. He looks up to see the wolf's powerful frame towering over Lysara, the beast's eyes wild with primal lust as he pounds into her already overstuffed cunt. The vibrations from the penisses in her pussy intensify, sending jolts of electricity through Kaelen's trapped cock.

The wolf's knot throbs against Kaelen's dick, each pulse sending a ripple through both their lengths. Kaelen can feel his own orgasm building, his balls drawing up tight as he's squeezed from both sides by the wolf's knot and Lysara's tight pussy. He knows he won't last long, his cock trapped and stimulated in this intense, triple-layered embrace. "Fuck, fuck, fuck…" he chokes out, his vision blurring.

Finally, the trio reaches a pinnacle of ecstasy, their bodies unable to withstand the relentless stimulation any longer. Kaelen bursts first, his trapped cock erupting inside Lysara's pussy as his seed is forced through the wolf's knot and out her pussy. The wolf follows soon after, his knot expanding to its maximum size as he paints Lysara's insides with his thick, potent seed. Lysara's overworked body convulses, her tight channel clenching around both cocks as she cums harder than ever before, her juices mingling with the semen flooding her.

The three of them collapse in a tangled heap, their bodies slick with sweat and cum. The wolf's knot slowly deflates, releasing Kaelen's softened cock from Lysara's stretched pussy. Lana and Elara approach, staring in awe at the debauched scene before them. They help the spent lovers clean up, preparing them for the next round.

Lysara lies back, her body numb but satisfied. She looks up at Kaelen and the wolf, a dazed smile on her face. "Again," she whispers, already craving more. "We need to keep going. I'm not done yet." The wolf growls in agreement, his eyes never leaving Lysara's exhausted form as he prepares to breed her once more.

Lysara deu iniciativa foi até the wolf agarrando em his furred sheath. Lysara takes the initiative, pushing herself up onto her elbows and looking at the wolf with a determined gaze. Without a word, she reaches out and grabs the wolf's furry sheath, pulling it open to reveal his already-hard cock. She doesn't hesitate, sinking down onto him immediately, her soaked pussy enveloping his length once more. The wolf's knot immediately engulfs her, locking them together as she resumes her role as his breeding bitch.

The wolf's paws go to her hips, holding her in place as he starts to fuck her again, his thrusts powerful and relentless. Lysara's arms wrap around his neck, her claws digging into his fur as she meets his ferocious pace. Elara and Lana watch in awe, the sight of Lysara being ridden by the wolf's massive cock without any respite astounding them.

Lysara's mind is foggy from the constant breeding, but she knows she needs to keep going. She can feel her body changing, her womb preparing to accept the wolf's pups. She looks up at him with a fierce expression, her amber eyes burning with a primal desire. "Keep going," she growls, her voice distorted by the wolf's cock. "Fill me with your pups, claim me as your mate!" The wolf roars in approval, fucking her with increased vigor, determined to impregnate her completely. The wolf snaps his jaws shut around Lysara's throat, his teeth gently biting down to mark her as his mate. He fucks her with a frenzy, his knot slamming against her cervix with every thrust, ensuring his seed reaches her depths. He can feel her body stretching to accommodate his pups, her womb dilating to accept his offspring.

His cock pulses violently, the knot swelling to an enormous size as he unleashes a torrent of sperm into her womb. The wolf holds her in place, his bite maintaining his dominance as he fills her with his essence, marking her as his possession forever. His howls echo through the room, a declaration of his ownership and the claiming of his mate.

Lysara's eyes roll back, her body shaking as she's bred mercilessly. She can feel the wolf's pups settling into her womb, their tiny hearts beating inside her. She knows she's been claimed, forever changed by the wolf's vicious mating. Her vision fades to black as she passes out, the wolf's knot still buried inside her, his bite remaining on her throat.

The wolf and Lysara amarrados juntos e exausto eles viram a Elara, Lona e o Kaelen os assistindo e logo abriram a porta deixando a casa satisfeito com o party momentos. The wolf and Lysara lie together, their bodies bound and exhausted from their marathon of breeding. As they catch their breath, they glance up to see Elara, Lana, and Kaelen watching them with adoring expressions. With a tired nod, the wolf opens the door, allowing the others to enter the house and join in the celebration.

Elara and Lana immediately climb onto the pile, cuddling with the newly mated pair. Kaelen brings in a tray of drinks and snacks, setting it beside the bed before joining the cuddle fest himself. The four of them snuggle together, basking in the afterglow of their wild night.

Lana reaches out to pet the wolf's fur, smiling at his contented sigh. Elara strokes Lysara's hair, humming softly. Kaelen settles back against the headboard, his arm draped over Lysara and the wolf. They all sip their drinks, nibble on snacks, and bask in the warmth and companionship of their little group. As the morning light filters through the windows, the five of them drift off to sleep, wrapped in each other's arms, already planning their next adventure and the many joyful misadventures to come.

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In the ancient kingdom of Thalorn, Lysara and Elara protect the Verdant Spire, a life-giving tree hidden within a forest. Lysara, fierce with tawny fur and twin blades, embodies strength. Elara, a Silver Sage with snow-white fur, wields potent magic. Together, they fend off the Nightborne, shadowy invaders seeking the Spire's power. One evening, they meet Kaelen, a traveler from Frosthaven, who offers an alliance against the growing darkness. Reluctantly, they agree, embarking on a journey beyond their lands, united by a shared purpose. ==================================================================

Title Guardians of the Verdant Spire

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Lysara and Elara standing watch over the Verdant Spire in a dense forest.

Lysara, a fierce guardian with tawny fur, wielding twin blades.

Elara, a Silver Sage with snow-white fur, casting magic.

Nightborne shadows attacking the guardians near the Verdant Spire.

Kaelen, a husky traveler from Frosthaven, meeting Lysara and Elara in the forest.

Lysara, Elara, and Kaelen journeying through the forest towards Frosthaven.

Tags: Fantasy, Guardians, Adventure, Magic, Alliance, Forest, Darkness, Battle

Keywords: Guardians, Verdant Spire, Lysara, Elara, Kaelen, Nightborne, Frosthaven, Ancient Forest, Magic, Adventure