#black moon (soa)

[zentillion]

Black moon sigil???? Don't recall if it was based on 0 or 7 in EC so went with 7. ...Though I suppose out of context that doesn't matter much.

[tirions]

once more to see you | zareen & beatrix

summary: zareen attends beatrix’s wedding to the king, anger stabbing at her heart.

a/n: this is just a short piece to set the scene! i’ll be rewriting their relationship pre-karlheinz soon 🫶🏼

It was a wedding at the end December, the first snowfall to be exact. Crystalline snowflakes fluttered from the evening sky like angels, kissing the earth outside the castle. Zareen watched as they swirled around her, too light for the sinking, sinking, sinking of her chest.

It felt pointless.

They hadn’t spoken in a year so why was she here, in her best velvet gown with burgundy roses in her black hair? She had tried to to swallow the morsels of their relationship, tried to drown the ache in the depths of lovers and blood and gluttony, but it wasn’t enough, it seems. She couldn’t be rid of that thrum she felt whenever she saw dysty books or wild, blonde tresses.

Her fingernails dug crescent moons into her palms. Once more, she vowed silently. I’ll see her one more time. Hopefully then she will be able to bury the hatchet, forget that little sliver of time ever existed.

With an exhale, Zareen stepped past the gates and into the place that housed all the things she despised. Fellow demon nobility marched onward into the mouth of the stone beast, each one swallowed whole into a room that shimmered gold and red from where she slowly pressed on.

The night was still young, but nothing oozed debauchery like a vampire wedding, the King’s one at that. Zareen could spot glimpses of lovers intertwined in the crooks of the stone walls, hidden enough to be appropriate on such an occasion, but not completely. She had to suppress the urge to roll her eyes. The air around her crackled with something. Liveliness? Her own unease? She couldn’t place it, but it made her gut clench all the more.

Her body had a mind of its own, and before even realising, she had wound up at the foot of the aisle. A plush red velvet carpet sunk beneath her heel, but her eyes scrutinised the archway just ahead. It was nothing short of extraordinary, spindly branches of gold bowing to meet each other in the middle. A carved bat or two could be seen in its branches, as well as one hanging from its feet at the centre. It represented the pride of vampire ancestry, the continuation of the royal bloodline. It should have made her swell with patriotic pride, but instead a blunt anger stabbed its way through her veins. There was no whisper of Beatrix’s essence in this garish piece of metal. Was this all she would become? Just another wife? A whisper in the threads of history?

For a moment, Zareen thought about tracking Beatrix down and talking some sense into her, but with a heavy ghost-fist to her chest, she remembered that this was what she had chosen. She had tried a year ago, but to the blonde, this grotesque life that she called duty would not be derailed by Zareen’s words or pleas.

Her jaw relaxed slightly and her hand fell limp at her side. Where it had clung to her dress, there were four punctures the size of her fingernails in the crimson velvet. She smoothed down the fabric as she found a seat among the other aristocrats.

Within the hour, the last good thing she had would slip from her fingers like buttery silk.

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The reception began with the familiar organ that commenced every vampiric wedding. Karlhainz already stood beneath the arch, dressed in black save for the blinding white fur draped across his broad shoulders, almost the exact shade of his snowy hair. The more he smiled at the guests and at the aisle, the more Zareen clawed at her dress. Images of the devil tempting Eve flashed through her mind whenever she saw him, a serpent through and through.

The music swelled and resounded through the giddy hall. A procession of girls and women dressed in silks and tulle glided down the aisle in a blur, but Zareen could barely focus over the pounding in her ears. Just a few moments…

Violins sang and soared and the breath of every person in the room hitched momentarily. Time melted away to honey as she stepped onto the carpet.

Zareen’s eyes widened. She wore a simple white dress of silk with a long train, a gauzy white veil fastened to the back of her ornate updo. Those things spoke no-nonsense and they were very much her own choices, but there were embellishments that were not her own choice. Little diamonds that shimmered like dewdrops on her veil, the thick sapphire necklace around her neck.

The thing that stood out most to Zareen was the fur shawl wrapped around her shoulders, matching Karlheinz’s suit. Dread pooled in her stomach. 

She looked more like a sacrificial lamb trussed up for slaughter than a rosy-cheeked bride. Surely, she had to know this. Surely…

And yet, a smile still graced her soft lips. Not the one she reserved for Zareen, but a polite one. Her eyes didn’t crease and there was no glint of teeth. Polite, distant… dutiful. She walked with a certain reserved elegance, each peak of her white heel proclaiming, this is what I was made for.

She stopped across from Karlheinz, her head bowed slightly, blue eyes not meeting his. He towered over her, a wolf with a gentleman’s grin. His thumb and forefinger gently hooked beneath her chin, lips skimming over her ear and whispering something to her. With a beat, her body visibly relaxed. She smiled again, something genuine and unplanned.

Zareen’s shabby heart twisted inside her chest. A year was little more than a single heartbeat in the demon world, but it felt like an eternity stretched out between them. She was gazing at a matured version of the girl she once knew, a queen.

The vows and formalities passed in a hazy whirlwind, Zareen’s eyes focused on the bat glinting above the couple’s heads. Soon, applause ruptured through the crowd, knocking her out of her melancholic state.

Her gaze flitted back to the bride and groom. The wedding was over, and her eyes blurred as she watched him take both hands in his. He placed kisses on top of each of her gloves, a tenderness so seemingly genuine that it reminded her of angel’s wings. There was too much purity in this scene, too much joy, too much for her to bear. The sight of it all made her sick.

The thundering beat of the crowd’s hands faded to the muffled sound of water beating against rocks as she caught it. A flash of gold irises her way, lips curling against the silky fabric that covered her hands. Her blood instantly ran cold. She knew what that glance meant.

The candlelight glinted off them like a river of molten gold. Eyes truly befitting a King, they twinkled with victory.

As his eyes flicked back to his new wife, Zareen let out a shaky exhale.

She felt it then, the prickle of fear at the back of her neck, the skittishness of a rabbit she was so unfamiliar with. Her hands trembled gently in her velvet-laden lap.

Who was the sacrificial lamb after all?

[witchthewriter]

Hi there lovely! Here’s my information for the Sons of Anarchy Ship/Match-up

Features: I’m a female, standing at 5’6, I possess long light brown hair with a tint of redness in the sunlight. My hazel eyes change each day from green/brown to brown/gold. I have the sun and moon tattoos on my thighs, a shark up my side torso on my ribs, half an arm sleeve and a neck tattoo revealing my zodiac sign – Gemini (which I often hide) I’m slender with curves.

Hobbies: I am a workaholic; it becomes my hobby at times. I work in the funeral home, removing the deceased from the POD. I enjoy my free time spent with my dogs, my fierce Doberman and my lovable, motivating exercise collie partner. I enjoy reading all things Stephen King and James Patterson and playing any horror related video games. You guessed it, I’m a strong advocate for the horror genre, and Freddy Krueger will always have my heart. I watch SOA and SPN religiously whenever I tilly tally around the house.

Personality: Often seen as an outgoing, happy go lucky, eccentric lady (This is from first judgement from people I know) When really, I’m rather introverted and possess way too dark humour. I collect knives, different types ranging from a replica of the SPN demon blade, to a jungle machete. These are all encases in a glass shelf, only used for display. I love to make others laugh, and I’m incredibly loyal to those I care for. I don’t practice religion (I support others who do) as the only thing I believe in, is the reaper.

Aesthetics: Not sure if this is a term but my house is very much cabin like. Wooden beams, brown features, brown clocks with black accents. I love this kind of theme, heavily decorated with green plants and fish tanks.  

Likes: Lover of being at home, with my man and the dogs. Also a lover of all things spooky. I enjoy long hot showers with my candles lit in the shower itself, It’s so peaceful. I love to read, whether it be books in my hand or online. Sadly, I am a smoker, so my time alone on my patio having a cig is therapeutic to me. I adore time spent with my little family or my close friends whether it be going to the pub for a beer or shopping at Walmart for new bedding 😊 Coffee is my best friend.

Dislikes: My biggest dislike in this world, is seeing animals mistreated. I am that person that buys the near dead betta fish at the pet store and brings it home to treat and watch thrive. I dislike SNAKES. They just scare me, but don’t wish any ill will on them. Hypocrites are my triggers, can’t stand someone who preaches to the choir about wrong doings when they’re actively just as guilty. Own your shit is my motto.             

Brief fun facts about me!

Used to train canines for search work, in areas such as narcotics and explosives. My closest friend is my grandma. I love to wear black. My go to perfume is good girl. I play COD often – I’m competitive in nature. I wear the SONS rings as I got them custom made, and it’s my favourite accessory!

I put way too much into this post, but hopefully it’ll help lots with finding my best ship! Thanks for taking the time to do this 😊  

Want one? Here be the rules 🦋🌈

You LITERALLY sound like a character from Supernatural?!?! Are you sure you aren't Bobby's long-lost daughter or something?

Also being a canine trainer?! Um... are you the coolest person in the goddamn world? I think so.

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑶𝒑𝒊𝒆 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏! I think you guys would be such a perfect match. In a way, you remind me of a cool-ass version of Donna? You seem very strong - emotionally, mentally and physically. Opie is a quiet guy, very loyal and genuine. You don't have to worry about him being manipulative or having underlying motives. He practically wears his heart on his sleeve but does his best not to show it.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

・You’d both be very level-headed and know you can trust the other. Opie is incredibly loyal, and if you showed to him the same loyalty, then nothing could come between you. 

・I think Opie would put on a brave face to watch horror movies, and he finds some scenes funny. Although he gets tight-lipped when there’s a lot of gore (feels a bit guilty?)

・He’d actually like one of your favourite horror movies, and love getting themed gifts from you

・Opie would love staying at home with you - you two would move in together and make your home a paradise. You both have a similar aesthetic. Cabin, rustic, and cosy, Opie would absolutely adore your dogs. 

・I think you would fit in with the club very easily. Gemma would be wary of you at first, but realise you aren't someone that's easily pushed around. You would definitely grow on her without realising it.

[hadeschan]

item # K22F09

RARE Pra Leela Kamphaeng Sok, Luang Phor Khom, Wat Phai Rong Wua, Nua Chin Tagua. An elbow-long or a foot-long Walking Buddha tablet, made from silver-lead alloy. Made by Luang Phor Khom of Wat Phai Rong Wua (Wat Photaram), Suphan Buri Province, copied the ancient Walking Buddha lead alloy tablet, Kingdom of Sukhothai, discovered at  Kamphaeng Phet Province Archaeological Site. The consecration / Blessing Ceremony was held at the temple of Wat Phai Rong Wua on Soa Ha Day of BE 2505 (CE 1962), attended by Luang Phor Mui of Wat Don Rai, Luang Phor Guay of Wat Khositaram, and other guru monks of the period.

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“The Walking Buddha shows action, guided by good practice, concentration and wisdom, is the basis for all goodness. The Walking Buddha is leading owner by walking tirelessly toward the new age of life, where you live happily with a bright face and act with selflessness. The Walking Buddha displays the gesture of dispelling fear (Abhaya Mudra), or giving instruction (Vitarka Mudra), Walking Buddha would bring good luck in all that comes your way in the future.”

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“Pra Leela Kamphaeng Sok of Luang Phor Khom, Wat Phai Rong Wua has proved that it is the Fire Safety Buddha Tablet that prevents home fire.”

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BEST FOR: The Walking Buddha brings success in career and in life ahead, and it helps achieve victory over all difficulties. Buddha would walk with you through pain and suffering. Wealth Fetching, Maha Larp (it brings Lucky Wealth), Klawklad Plodpai (it brings safety, and pushes you away from all danger), Kongkraphan (it makes you invulnerable to all weapon attack), Maha-ut (it stops gun from shooting at you), Metta Maha Niyom (it helps bring loving, caring, and kindness, and compassion from people all around you to you), and Kaa Kaai Dee (it helps tempt your customers to buy whatever you are selling, and it helps attract new customers and then keep them coming back. Ponggan Poot-pee pee-saat Kunsai Mondam Sa-niat jan-rai Sat Meepit (it helps ward off evil spirit, demon, bad ghost, bad omen, bad spell, curse, accursedness, black magic, misfortune, doom, and poisonous animals). And this amulet helps protect you from manipulators, backstabbers, and toxic people.

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The Sao Ha Day

The Sao Ha Day is the Saturday, the fifth day of the month on Thai lunar calendar, and according to ancient Thai Astrology, the Sao Ha Day is the day of “Keun Reu Ram Ha Kam” which means New Moon or waxing crescent moon of a Lunar Phase, and “Deuan Ha” which means fifth month of Thai Lunar Calendar / Month of April. It happens once in every 2-3 years. And the Soa Ha day is the most auspicious day for having Buddha amulets Blessing Ceremony which the highest power of “Kongkraphan Chatrie” (being invulnerable to all weapon attack), “Klawklad Plodpai” (pushing you away from all danger), and Maha-ut (stopping gun from shooting at you or the gun aiming at you would miss the target).

Thais believe that people who were born on this day would be protected by Thep Pra Sao Devaraj (God of Saturday), Thep Pra Sao was created by Hindu Lord Shiva. Lord Shiva crushed 10 of great Tiger Kings into powder, and wrapped with purple and black pieces clothes, sprung with elixir of immortality. The Saturday people were born with auspicious blessing from Thep Pra Sao Devaraj with prestige, and power to win over all difficulties in life.

Thep Pra Sao Devaraj AKA Saturn is the sixth planet from the Sun and the second-largest in the Solar System, after Jupiter.

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DIMENSION: 30 CM high / 11 cm wide / 0.8 cm thick

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*with Certificate of Authenticity issued by DD-PRA

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item # K22F09

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[jokin-izar]

BALANCE DE PRIMAVERA 2024

- - - LIBROS - - - 

 “En el Japón Fantasmal”, Lafcadio Hearn.    "Gris”, Carlos Sisí.

   “La casa de la noche”, Jo Nesbo.

   “La ciudad y sus muros inciertos”, Haruki Murakami.    “La señal de la cruz”, Margot Douaihy.

   “La peor nave de la Armada”, Skyler Ramirez.

   “Orquesta”, Miqui Otero.

   “Perro viejo”, Ernesto Mallo.    “Tres enigmas para la Organización”, Eduardo Mendoza.

- - - SERIES - - -

   “Atasco”     "Bodkin"     “Constelación”

   “Darknet” 

   “Fallout” 

   “Fuera de rango” T2    "Halo" T2    "La chica de nieve"    “La señal” 

   "Las largas sombras"    “Muertos S.L."

   “Nell, la Renegada"    “Parasyte: Los grises"    “Perverso"

   “Pesadillas y ensoñaciones"    "Shogun"

   “Star Trek Discovery" T5    “Star Wars La remesa mala"T5

...... ......

  - - - PELÍCULAS - - -

    “28 días después” 

   “Anatomía de una caída”

   “Animalia”    "Atlas"   "Blood"   "Descansa en paz"   "Dune"   "Dune 2"   "El último Late Night"   "Godzilla y Kong: El nuevo imperio"   "Inmaculda"   "La mesita del comedor"   "Más allá de los dos minutos infinitos"   "Rebel Moon: La guerrera que deja marcas"   "The Man From Earth"

    - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - MÚSICA - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -  - - 

Abril 2024

MDNGHTMASS - "I Know There's A Heaven Because I've Seen Hell" (2024) AMYR ABADAWN - "Nebula Lament"  (2024) NEW YEARS DAY - "Half Black Heart"  (2024) URKARA - "Urkara I"  (2024) THE WARNING - "S!CK" [Videoclip]  (2024) MONTARAZ - "Defendiendo Tu Voz"  (2024) CONQUER // DIVIDE - "Slow Burn"  (2023) LEAVES' EYES - "Myths Of Fate"  (2024) RAGE - "Afterlifelines"  (2024) SMASH INTO PIECES - "Ghost Code"  (2024) HESKEN - "Architect of Chaos"  (2024) EVETH - "Sellando El Destino"  (2024) CORVUS V - "Iter" (2024) VOIDED - "One" [EP]  (2024) PEARL JAM - "Dark Matter"  (2024)

 Mayo 2024

URTZ - "Esnatzean"  (2023) LOST ZONE - "Ordinary Misery"  (2024) ACCEPT - "Humanoid"  (2024) ALIEN ANT FARM - "Mantras" (2024) ROTTING CHRIST - "Pro Xristou"  (2024) WHEEL - "Charismatic Leaders"  (2024) STELLIUM - "Dragón dorado"  (2024) WAKE UP HATE - "Drag Me To Hell"  (2024) DAEDRA - "My bloody misery"  (2024) OTHER NIGHT FEARS - "The Redemption Of A Broken Spirit" (2024) MARISA AND THE MOTHS - "What Doesn’t Kill You"  (2024) SOZIEDAD ALKOHOLICA - "Confrontación"  (2024) OMNIRIUM - "Omnirium 2"  (2024) HUNTER - "Rock'n'Roll V.I.P."  (2024) WATERFRONT - "Sleep in the Cold" [EP]  (2024)

Junio 2024

KILLUS - "XXV Years Feeding the Monster"  (2024) PAIN - "I Am"  (2024) BRING ME THE HORIZON - "POST HUMAN: NeX GEn"  (2024) BARSINË - "Barsinë "  (2024) EVERGREY - "Theories Of Emptiness"  (2024) HIZAKI - "The Zodiac Sign"  (2024) BORKNAGAR - "Fall" (2024) - "Universal"  (2010/2023) - "Winter Trhice" (2016) VHÄLDEMAR - "Sanctuary Of Death"  (2024) GOLGOTHA - "Spreading The Wings Of Hope"  (2024) SÔBER - "Retorcidos"  (2024) RENDEZVOUS POINT - "Dream Chaser"  (2024) SOA - "Suari so"  (2024) MANAPART - "Red"  (2024)

[pokemedia-bryce]

I’m making this post to establish how my PokeMedia Character(s) see the timeline of the Pokémon world. For it I’m taking most remakes over the originals except for Let’s Go (Absolutely Janked) and BDSP (Because they’re near identical to DPP so it makes no difference).

This timeline operates off of 3 major assumptions:

1. The events of Scarlet and Violet as well as present and upcoming DLC have happened recently/within the last year.

2. Scarlet and Violet, Sword and Shield, and Sun and Moon are all approximately one year apart.

3. The “few years” between HGSS/DPP and Black and White is 3 years.

Additionally a handful of events are assigned arbitrary timeframes such as “some” or “several” or are given real world dates because Gen 1. These are also assumed and will be marked with a !, but remain consistent with each other.

After that, everything is based off of the game timeline developed by Bulbapedia, with slight adjustments made to fit the base assumptions set above.

Games:

ScVi+DLC - Within the last year

SwSh+DLC - One Year ago

SuMo - Two Years ago

XY+B2W2 - 4 Years ago

BW - 6 Years ago

XD - 7 Years ago

HGSS+DPP - 9 Years ago

Ranger SoA/GS - 9 Years ago

Ranger - 11 Years Ago

FRLG+ORAS - 12 Years ago

Colosseum - 12 Years ago

Legends - ~300 Years ago

Past Events:

Clavell becomes director, Nemona reaches Champion Rank, Team Star forms - 1.5 Years ago

Sada/Turo killed - 10 Years ago

Mewtwo destroys the Pokémon Mansion - 15! Years ago

Old Goldenrod Radio Tower is torn down - 17! years ago

Battle Resort Opens in Hoenn - 20! years ago

First Porygon is created - 22! Years ago

Sabrina’s gym becomes the official gym of Saffron - 25! years ago

Mustard is dethroned as Galar Champion - 33 Years ago

First person lands on the moon - 48! years ago

Mustard becomes Galar Champion - 51 years ago

Elgyem is seen for the first time - 56 Years ago

Modern Pokeballs are developed - 92! years ago

Brass Tower burns to the ground - 159 Years ago

First Rolycoly is found - 401 years ago

Azalea Town suffers a drought - 409 years ago

The move Toxic is developed - 412 years ago

Magearna is constructed - 502 Years ago

The Tapus fight Solgaleo and Lunala - 502 Years ago

What is presumed to be the first Spiritomb is bound to a keystone - 509 Years ago

Brass Tower and Bell Tower are built - 709 Years ago

Xerneas and Yveltal go to sleep - 804 Years ago

Naranja/Uva Academy is founded - 805 years ago

Headcanon Events - These are events that occur as part of Bryce’s story and are only relevant as such:

Teams Instinct, Mystic, and Valor patrol the wilds of Indigo keeping order between humans and Pokémon - ~200 Years ago

Kanto’s territories unite and invade the Johto region, sparking the Indigo War - 160 Years ago

The Indigo Unification Treaty is signed after the forces of Johto unify and push back far into Kanto territory, forcing a truce - 158 Years ago

Indigo, Hoenn, and Sinnoh sign the Home Islands Unification Agreement, ensuring mutual defense as well as free trade and travel between the regions - 148 years ago

Instinct, Mystic, and Valor are folded into the Indigo League to act as special combat units - 148 years ago

The Home Islands form their own Ranger Corps based off of those found in Fiore and Almia, consisting of Pokémon Rangers, Marine Rangers, Rangers, and Elite Rangers - 107 years ago

Bryce is born - 32 years ago

Bryce sets off on his Pokémon Journey - 20 years ago

Bryce joins the Elite Rangers as a member of Instinct Squad - 15 years ago

Team Rocket successfully conquers every other criminal enterprise in Indigo and wages a guerrilla war against the Pokémon League - 14 Years ago

The Olivine Siege occurs in which Rockets take over Olivine City and are besieged by the League. Instinct Squad loses half its members in the battle - 13 years ago

The Battle of Cerulean Cape occurs, in which Team Rocket loses the vast majority of its combat forces and has to retreat underground. They continue to operate as an organized crime syndicate but can no longer fight against the League. - 13 Years ago

Bryce is sent to deliver a confidential package to Professor Birch in Hoenn - 12 years ago

Bryce finds an Ampharosite, subsequently obtaining a key stone and Blazikenite as thanks from the Hoenn League for assisting with evacuation as well as Search and Rescue during the Weather Incident - 11 Years ago

Team Rocket comes out of hiding after being repressed following the disappearance of Giovanni, attempting to retake control of Johto’s Criminal Underworld - 10 Years ago

The Silver Range Skirmishes see all combat capable Rockets not stationed in Goldenrod ambushed by League forces following Lance’s sack of the Lake of Rage facility - 9 years ago

Bryce retires from the Elite Rangers and settles down back in Cherrygrove - 6 years ago

Bryce takes a vacation to Unova - 4 years ago

Bryce takes a vacation to Alola - 2 years ago

Bryce helps Team ReSkull in Alola form their own analogue to the Elite Rangers: The Crossbones - 3 months ago

Bryce takes a vacation to Paldea - >1 month ago

Bryce’s Pokémon:

Meowstic (Male and Female) - 30 years ago

Furret - 26 Years ago

Ampharos - 20 years ago

Skarmory - 17 years ago

Blaziken - 12 years ago

Azumarill - 3 years ago

Nidoqueen - 2 months ago

Tinkatink - <1 month ago

[greenyvertekins]

One of the biggest things I love about SoA is that the level of worldbuilding is so well done and expansive that it cultivates a lot of mysteries that inspire the imagination of the fanbase. The description for the Black Moon Stone is that it can reverse energy, turn negative to positive and vice-versa. And given the existence of the upside down island discovery and its proximity to the rift where the black moon stones are, literally turn upright things upside down. But an application for that power hasn't been found yet. Maybe the destruction of the black moon (If there was one.) is responsible for why islands float and why the world is the way it is.

A lot of players tend to get this question wrong. It isn't the most obvious answer though. Each civilization's crest does hold a number based on the circles that feature in them outside of the central one. Green's is 1, Purple's is 2, Blue's is 3, Red's is 4, Yellow's is 5 and Silver's is 6.

It's strongly implied that the Black Crest contains 7 as indicated by the Mysterious Rings discovery;

[artemiseamoon]

Completed fics (so far)

Summer 2022 onward

Follow @artemiseamoon-updates and subscribe on A03* Registered users

There are older finished fics too, pre summed 2022, Just look at my masterlist.

If this is our destiny | Mayans | Angel, f reader, Manny

The longest ride | SOA | bad boyfriend Jax Teller x ofc ft Jon Bernthal as an omc

The world we no longer know (via Sideblog) | TWD | Shane Walsh, Ofc, Rick Grimes +

Nostalgia antiques (bonus chapter added) | Prospect 2018 | Ezra x f reader

Chasing the moon | Mandalorian | Mando, grogu

Back to Start | TF | Family man Frankie x family x ofc

A little bit of hope | TF | ex Santi, omc (fc Ben Barnes) , f reader

Nocturna Sanguine | Original w/ Ivar (Vikings) Roman (Hemlock Grove) and Kat Graham as my oc

After this is over | Narcos Mx | Smash & Grab crew, Walt, Calderoni, Slate (oc)

A lighthouse in the dark | triple frontier | Amara x Will, the guys

Milk & Honey | vikings | werebear Bjorn x ofc

Flirting with Danger | narcos mx | Ramón x rc

The barmaid & the Spaniard | Pero Tovar x rx

Outshine the sun | TF| Frankie Morales x ofc ft Benny

Neptunium | Vampire John Wick x f reader

Under a Golden sun | Benny Miller x f reader | omc x f reader

Wisteria & Moonlight | Werwolf! Will Miller x Ofc (ft Benny & more)

Elysian | Soulmate AU , Ezra x ofc

Stay in the light | Pitch black au | Johns x ofc

A place to call home | Isabella Bautista x ofc (narcos mx)

When the lights go out | Lights out | Omar Assarian x f reader

Sin | Narcos Mx | Bi! Pacho x f reader, Miguel x f reader

The Edge of Dawn | Donald Pierce x Brandi Cross (Ofc) | Modern western / post apocalypse au

Queen of poisons | Werewolf Ezra x the huntress Nyx

Death Kiss | Vampire Hunter Mayans, ofcs, | JC vampires au

Deep in the woods, the goat-man lives | Creature! ubbe x ofc | Vikings

Decided by fate | Tyler Rake x ofc

Labyrinth | Klonnie (a03)

Artes year of whump (plus fluff and comfort) challenge

What the heart wants | Secret sabra fic | Pero Tovar

Autumn in New York | Nick Vaughan x ofc

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

Andromeda McKinney *Supporting character

Voice Claim: (Michelle Monaghan) https://youtu.be/Y2tTCxwkBzA?t=31

Partner(s): None. Parents: Iona McKinney & Christopher Garrick. Kids: None. Siblings: Alrick McKinney Age: Immortal but translates into mid-late 30′s Birthday: 1st of November. Height: 170 cm (5.5ft) Body type: Slim and slightly toned. Eye color: Warm brown and pale purple. Classification: Immortal/Demon. Known powers: Destruction (The power to cause so much damage to something that it no longer exists or cannot be repaired.) Cosmic Energy Absorption (The user can absorb cosmic energy, while removing it from the source, into their body and use it in various ways, gaining some form of advantage, either by enhancing themselves, gaining the drained power, using it as power source etc., either temporarily or permanently. Various applications include channeling absorbed energy into strength, durability, regeneration or simple release of the energy from their body.) About: Blunt, Stubborn, Disrespectful, Argumentative, Outspoken, Careless, Disobedient, Amoral, Fiery, Skeptical, Destructive, Intolerant, Playful, Extreme, Dominant, Impatient and Provocative. ~ Has short black/purple/magenta hair.  ~ Sexuality: Omnisexual. ~ Irish/American. ~ Speaks with an American accent but once in a blue moon a slight Irish accent kicks in. ~ Have lived most of her life in America, but often visits both the Irish and Scottish McKinney Castles. ~ Is extremely provocative, and never shuts her mouth when she should. ~ A bit of a lose canon and has too much power for her own good. ~ Often gets in trouble cause she keeps breaking McKinney clan rules. ~ Absolutely hates authority. ~ Has a hard time fitting into society boxes and often gets arrested. ~ Has never been in her demon form, and it’s said she’s one of the few McKinney’s who doesn’t have one. ~ If she doesn’t like you, you become disposable. ~ Smells like: Dark rose and leather. ~ Terrible cook. ~ Is quite close to her brother. ~ Her best friend is Gael McKinney. ~ Is one of the McKinney’s who uses her powers the most. ~ Parties way too much. ~ NY is her favorite place on earth. ~ Was original named Fiadh (Meaning wild) but changed it to Andromeda several decades ago, as she believed it simply suited her better. Her mom and brother is the only ones who still calls her Fiadh. ~ 10/10 will knock you out if you look at her wrong. ~ Wild sex or no sex. ~ Has a lot of energy, and finds it hard to stay in one place longer than a couple days max. ~ Neon lights are her jam! ~ Will without exception stay outside even if she’s soaked when there’s thunder. ~ Eats chili on everything! ~ Hates Garlic. ~ Would never eat salad unless it’s on a sandwich! ~ Would honestly like a pet shark. ~ Watches a lot of alien conspiracy programs, as pure entertainment. ~ Can be rather aggressive at times, but is usually more on the chill side. ~ Will break your jaw if you tell her she has a temper! ~ Is pretty good at mixing drinks. ~ Can’t carry a tune - doesn’t care! ~ Has a large black horse named Ghost. It lives at the Irish McKinney castle, so when she’s not around, her family takes care of it. ~ Loves: Thunder, her brother, Ghost, sex, iridescent shit, Aliens, partying, alcohol, space-shit, purple, studs, leather, latex, fighting, cinnamon rolls, chili, pizza, NY, dancing, graffiti, trouble, chaos and disorder! ~ Her style is: 90′s/00′s club-wear? ~ Don’t ever expect her to wait for you in any sort of way!

Andromeda’s tag Andromeda’s house/home Andromeda’s moodboard Handwriting/ask answer pic:

One song to describe her: Matan Caspi - Rainbow (Original Mix) Personal Playlist: 1. Cid Inc. - Ground Control 2. Stan Kolev - Fury 3. Kiman - Eclipse 4. Nicholas Van Orton - Phantom 5. Cherry (UA) - Lunar 6. Soa Dreams - Equanimity 7. Levitone - Republic 8. Danny Darko - Last To Fall (Original Mix) 9. Alphadog - Questions (Original Mix) 10. Monologue - Time Machine 11. Aykut Bilir - Helix 12. Dextrose - Horizon (Mark & Lukas Remix)

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Tyrants | Chapter Four - Peril

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WARNINGS: Mentions of death, drug use, Tig being Tig. The usual SOA shit. Sorry Donna..

She always saw the beauty in darkness. The lugubrious belle that came alongside the moon and stars and whatever else lurked amidst the murk of nighttime.

Isla was cliche in that sense.

She was cliche in the sense that she adored watching the sun set, swallowed by the mountains and high-rise buildings as the evening fell and Charming was painted black.

And maybe it was mostly melancholic because of the horrors that swathed that small town, but it was still beautiful nonetheless.

She still liked to bask in the scenery, to discern the marvel of her home, from the highest point she could access. And, sometimes, she liked to take somebody along with her so she wasn't completely alone.

"Why'd you still come up here?" Ope asked, pulling himself onto the roof as she sat with her back to the wall--puffing on a cigarette.

"Because it's quiet." She was content, comfortable with her response. "And whenever I'm looking for Jax, or Gem, or my dad--or they're looking for me--this is where we're almost always found. Just people watching, or reminiscing, or having a few minutes to ourselves away from the chaos downstairs."

It wasn't an unknown safe space--Gemma had told her that JT and Clay would climb up there during the earliest days of the club--but it was special.

Jax, Opie, and Isla spent time up there as kids, too. Because they were bastards and were always running from their fathers--and den mother--and the roof of the clubhouse was their go-to.

She never really got out of that habit. She'd spend hours up there if she could, just watching as Charming bustled beneath her. And she liked that it was separate to the garage, but everyone knew where to find her if they needed her.

"It clears your head, being up here." She added. "I have got so much shit going on right now--between work, and my personal life--but coming up here is like a refreshment, I guess."

Opie understood what she meant because he was also seeking comfort in the night. Riding through dusk, spending time alone on his bike as he cruised the streets of his quaint town, relishing in the darkness because it was strangely comforting to him.

He liked to be alone. His thoughts were brutal and they seared his brain left and fucking right, but he liked his own company.

"Wish I thought about comin' up here when I was released from holding." The man chuckled, balancing a cigarette between his lips. "Stahl grilled the fuck outta me."

"She did?"

"Yeah. She really fuckin' did." He added, grunting as smoke blew from his nostrils. "Did she get you? I know she got Gemma."

"Nope, she didn't. I don't know why, though. She interrogated everyone else. Starting to feel a little left out."

Opie chuckled, smiling a bit. "Be glad. It's obvious that she's used to getting what she wants."

"And did you give it to her?"

"Fuck no." Isla smiled. Proud. "She can cross-examine me all she fuckin' wants—I'll never sell the club out."

"They know that, Ope."

"I know." Half confidently, he nodded. "Just—Stahl made me second guess it all, y'know?"

Nobody in Charming--aside from the PD--knew where that despicable bitch came from, and nobody cared to ask.

What they did know, though, was that she had her heart set on making that town a living fucking hell as she strived to eradicate the Sons of Anarchy by getting to its members.

She'd grilled everyone she could've. She cornered Gemma when she was out running errands, leaving the grocery store with a sour taste in her mouth when Teller told her where to fucking shove it.

Same went for Jax, and Clay, and Chibs, and Tig, and...Well, all of them told her to get fucked, actually.

None of them caved. None of them wanted to sell the club out because there was no reason to.

Well, there was a reason to, but no desire to.

There'd been murders. Three, to be specific. And one of them just happened to be a police officer--which was quite unlucky, but it wasn't awful.

They hated cops.

What they hated more, however, was the idea of getting caught by them. And Clay was. Somehow, anyway.

Piney's old "friend"--Nate Meineke--needed quality, albeit illegal, guns with no traceability to attack the convoy that was transporting one of his friends from point A to point B. And it went as swimmingly as possible...

Until June Stahl was put on the case and found that idiot's phone at the scene after dropping it mid-ambush.

Clay just happened to be the last person he had called. Which then caused the investigation to point toward Charming.

They all knew the Sons were guilty of supplying those weapons. Who else would it have been? They were known for running illegal firearms without batch numbers from a quaint Californian town whose name didn't quite fit its image.

It was blatant, though nobody gave it up.

But Stahl tried her damndest to get answers. And when she didn't, she targeted the member that she saw to be the most vulnerable--after a hit went wrong and he failed to cover his tracks--and Opie just happened to be that guy.

She questioned him for hours. She practically held the man captive in that little cell until he caved. But he didn't--and he wasn't going to, either.

He was loyal. That's one of the reasons why Jax wanted to patch him back in.

"Yeah, I know." Isla got to her feet when she heard Tig yelling for her downstairs. "But you're the strongest guy I know, Ope. I don't think Stahl, of all people, is gonna get to you."

He shrugged her off, flicking the butt of his cigarette to the gravelly ground of the roof.

Opie had changed. Not much, and it wasn't very apparent, but he'd changed. Chino had changed him, she thought.

He was still dedicated to his club, still in love with the reaper and the responsibility that came with the patch--but Opie Winston lacked that flicker of enthusiasm now.

"How does your dad feel about you being back at the table?"

"Said he's proud of me."

He was a man of very, very few words. But the tone that he took--the sheer relief twined into contentment--spoke a greater volume.

Piney would always support his son, feel a sense of gratification from his involvement in the club. And, of course, Ope felt grateful to be back--but it was different now.

He'd served time for his club. Donna consistently argued that they sold him out and that he was fucking stupid for running back into the arms of SAMCRO.

But it was his brotherhood. The Sons of Anarchy were his family--his lifeline. He was nothing if not blessed to be patched back in.

"And I guess that wife of yours isn't too happy about it?"

"How'd you reach that conclusion?"

"Well," she ignored that Tig was waiting for her, standing directly in front of him. "If she was genuinely thrilled about you being back here, she'd have been coming to Gemma's dinners, and spending more time at the clubhouse with us. But she isn't, and I'm starting to realize that she probably hates me now."

His head shook. "She doesn't hate you. It's just...It's just raw. Weird being back, I think."

"She didn't even have to leave. She knows that."

Donna did know that. But there was always something about Gemma. About the way she let things slide so often, how she felt that she had Clay so pussy whipped that he'd be at her every beck and call--but, really, that was redundant. Because Gemma let him get away with fucking murder.

Literally.

"Is she gonna be there tonight?

"Of course. She wouldn't miss Jax's son coming home." He got up, reaching for her hands. "Sorry that she's been so distant with you, Isla. But she's just been stressed out--money worries and the kids and stuff, y'know?"

"Yeah, I know."

Donna wasn't traditionally a worrier. But five years worth of finances, being a single mom, and fretting over her husband potentially not making it out of prison alive, just did that to a woman.

"Anything I can do to help?"

"I don't think so." Grateful for her offering, though recognizing how damn stubborn his wife was, he conceded. "Thanks, though."

"Anytime. And if you change your mind, or need me, you know where I am--"

"Isla!"

"He is getting on my last fucking nerve today." She groaned, flipping Tig off as she looked over the ledge. "I'm coming! Give me a minute!"

"I've given you plenty of minutes! Just get your ass down here!"

"Just go," Ope chuckled, leaning down to peck her cheek. "We can have this talk another time."

Isla turned back to him, frowning. "Are you sure?"

"Absolutely. Go 'n talk to him--I'll see you tonight."

He was such a nice guy. So considerate, kind.

She loved him a lot.

The flouncy sundress rose to the middle of her thighs as she sauntered through the clubhouse, hearing Trager talking--rather conspicuously, though slightly muffled--to somebody on his cell.

"C'mon, Tiggy. Why'd you yell at me?"

He waved his hand to shut her up, gesturing for the blonde to follow him out of the clubhouse and toward his bike.

"Yeah, cool. K, brother--see 'ya later. Bye." He hung up and slid the phone into the pocket of his cut, swiveling to face Isla with a smile. "You ready?"

"For what?"

"The party?" Tig told her, watching confusion sweep over her face. "I'm taking you over 'cuz you want a drink and don't wanna drive home after? And that you're probably gonna end up heading home with Juice, or something--"

"Juice?"

"It always happens," he shrugged, pointing at the helmet he set out for her at the back of his bike. "We all head out, you get too drunk, you take a liking to Juicy, and you try to ride his dick."

"What?" Isla got herself situated behind him as he got on first, her arms wound around his waist. "That was one time. I've only slept with him once, and I told you it'd never happen again."

"And why is that?"

Her cheeks flushed red, the engine revving sending vibrations through her entire frame.

"Because he was too gentle." Tig's foot collided with the kickstand.

"And the little Catholic girl likes it rough."

She felt the solid gold crucifix burning a hole into her chest.

"Yes. I like it rough." He groaned, leaning into her. She swatted at his chest over his shoulder, laughing heartily. "Just take me to see the baby, dickhead."

The bike sped out of the lot and Isla was loving the thrill of being on two wheels. She'd always liked being stuck to the back of somebody's Harley--but she'd never own one herself.

Isla was like Gemma. She felt stable enough riding with somebody, but riding alone--being in control of the motorcycle--was fucking terrifying.

Jax and Opie had encouraged her to take a ride at one point, but it didn't end very well, and Chibs spent the best part of two hours trying to stitch his daughter back up whilst Gemma castigated the two imbeciles who thought it was even reminiscent of a good idea.

Weaving through traffic gracefully, freely, was appealing to her, however. But she wouldn't be caught dead--alone--on a fucking bike.

Plus, she quite enjoyed being taken places. Escorted by a member of the club. It was safe.

The wind whirred and whipped around them, and she wished she didn't make the effort with her hair tonight. It was ruined, tousled to within an inch of its life, and she dreaded the thought of having to brush the knots out in Jax's bathroom.

Still, commuting via Harley was a hell of a lot quicker and had a few more benefits than commuting via car.

But the looks that they got were piercing. Horrible. Mainly from Hale stationed beside his squad car, watching as Isla and Tig raced down the freeway.

"He likes you." He spoke over the roaring engine when he hit the first stop light all night. "He hates that you've never given him a chance--"

"He's a cop, and I'm the outlaw's daughter. I've been raised to hate his kind."

Tig nodded his approval, setting off once again when the light switched to green and all opposing traffic stood still.

At one strange point in time, David Hale had his sights set on Isla Telford. He was in love with her. Completely besotted.

And she never gave him a second glance because, for one, she wasn't interested. He hated that she was so close to Jax and Opie, but not him, and he wished that she'd push herself away from the bad guys to grow closer to the heroic law-enforcer.

But he was a control freak above everything else, and Isla was just a free-spirit. She was loyal to her friends and family but she didn't want to get tied down, and she didn't want to become friendly with a fucking cop.

The only cop she liked was crooked. And Unser was in a similar spot to her--a little too affiliated with SAMCRO, but not completely doted on. Though, they were both strangely essential fixtures, and Clay would've been lost without them.

"Juice is here." Tig taunted as he helped her off the bike, holding her hand when she stumbled over herself a little. "Try to keep those panties on."

"Can't make any promises, Tiger." Her growl was seductive, though he knew that she was fucking with him.

She'd given up rebuking his claims, instead feeding into them because, with Trager, she couldn't seem to win. He was sleazy, and she loved that back and forth.

What she loved more, though, was that he was comfortable. He was a strange man, and nobody really understood just where he came from, but Isla liked that she could make jokes of any kind around him. He was easy to get along with. Easy to love.

And, man, did she love Alex Trager.

"If you do fuck him, though, would you make a video?"

Isla stepped into Jax's front room, turning on her heels. "Who said that we haven't already got one?"

She chuckled and wandered into the party, leaving Tig with a few convoluted thoughts and even more raunchy questions.

"Fuck. Gemma taught her well." He grumbled under his breath, reaching for the beer in Half-Sack's hand.

He slumped on the couch, motioning for his usual lay to sit in his lap as he watched Juice fawn over his little blonde friend making conversation with some other random woman already.

"Yeah, totally..." she agreed with whatever the girl was saying, but her eyes were glued on Tara. Just floating around the party.

She felt bad that the doctor was alone. Despite all that she thought of her, being out of ones depth in such an intimidating setting wasn't very nice. And Isla was an empath.

"D'ya think anyone 'round here has any nail glue?"

"Gemma might." She smiled, pointing toward the kitchen.

Grateful that she managed to shake that one off, Isla weaved through the small conclave and sat beside Tara, offering a friendly face during a time of such discomfiture.

Her heart was aching, the sheer nervousness was palpable, and she knew that Tara felt the same way too.

But Isla just sucked it up. Because she wanted to talk to her, and had to be the one to initiate it.

"Thanks for coming." Her smile was wide, genuine.

She offered a beer to the brunette, hoping that she'd take it.

"Thanks for asking me here." Tara accepted it, glad that Isla remembered she wasn't particularly a wine girl like herself.

Christ. This is awkward.

"Trust me, you were the first person I asked to come tonight."

"How so?"

"Well," a little bit more comfortably, she faced her completely, "you've literally nursed Abel back to health. You've been there every step of the way. You've been the best surgeon. And, as much as I hate to say it, you helped Wendy so much, Tara. I'm really thankful for all that you've done for this family."

"It's my job." She tried to brush the comments off, but her heart definitely fluttered at the praise.

Isla never changed. She was still the sweetest soul, she thought.

"I know, but you've had it rough with this lot--with Gemma, I mean."

"She isn't anything I can't handle." Confidently, she asserted.

"I know, and I'm glad that you're able to stand your ground." Reluctant, a hand landed against Tara's palm.

She jolted a little bit, but softened into the embrace.

It was comfy, warm. Prosperous, perhaps, because it meant something. Tara not jerking away and leaving once Isla offered a friendly embrace, was promising.

They spoke about the baby for a little while, and shared a few laughs at Tig's expense. It was strange, really. To be talking to her ex-best friend was strange, but she'd missed it.

Donna joined the mix, too, and it was starting to feel like old times. Isla recognized that they'd never slip back into that routine, the dedication to one another that they'd known when they were kids--but it was nice.

The conversation stuttered and it wasn't able to flow as freely as what she might've liked, but it was a start.

To know that she had something resembling an acquaintanceship with two women she admired, was nice.

And Jax introducing his baby to his brand new home, to his extended family that were already so fucking dedicated to him, was just the most wonderful thing ever.

"What about a beer?" Clay joked, holding the bottle close to Abel. Jax laughed, though he shook his hand away. "What? Grandpa can't give him his first beer?"

"No, he can't."

"I'll take it, though. If you're offerin'." Chibs grabbed the Budweiser and twisted the cap with the leather grip of his glove.

He gestured to Isla, tipping it toward her. "Want some?"

"No, you're alright." She went back to her wine, smiling at that little bundle of happiness in Jax's arms, wondering how the hell he'd gotten to be in this position now.

But it was because of Tara. Her commitment, her talent, and sheer want to help that angel through the roughest patch that a baby could have possibly been thrust into.

How Gemma could still loathe that girl--after everything she did--was beyond her completely.

Tara was the unlikeliest hero in Abel's story.

"Why is it that every time I see you, your highlights get more chunky?" Gemma smiled at the comment, turning to see her favorite girl, flaunting the most beautiful smile.

She handed Isla the bottle of whatever wine Chibs could get this evening, unable to quit beaming at the thought of her grandson finally being at home. Where he belonged.

"I told you I'd do them for you, Gem."

"I know," she nodded, playing with a few strands of hair, "I was gonna ask you, but you've been a little distant this week--didn't wanna add to your workload, baby."

"That's super considerate of you. Are you alright?" Isla teased, holding a hand to Gemma's forehead.

She slapped it away with a laugh. "Fuck you. I'm always considerate."

"Sure you are. That's why Wendy is here, right?"

"No," her head shook, "she's here 'cuz this is her house. If I had it my way, she'd be out on her ass faster than what you could even say 'crank whore.'"

Isla wiped at her lips with the back of her hand, tipping her head toward the blonde in the living room.

"I thought you made sure she was gonna be here tonight?" Confused, she quizzed.

She was under the impression that Wendy was starting to grow on her. After she'd tried to kill her, of course.

"I did," Gem confirmed. "But only because I knew it'd be awkward between her and Tara."

Amazed, or maybe fucking horrified, Isla simply glared at her.

It should've been obvious to her--plain as day--that Gemma Teller doing a good thing was simply a bullshit facade, built in order to take away from the fact she wanted to do an inherently bad thing.

But Isla liked to see the good in people, so it wasn't. And that really was one of her mot fatal flaws.

"She thanked me for letting her stay, too."

"And what'd you say to her?" Almost as if she didn't want to know the answer, she asked.

Black nails danced along the rim of her wine glass as she leaned against the counter, watching everybody enjoy themselves as they bitched and moaned.

"That she's lucky to be alive."

"Jesus, Gem," her head shook disparagingly, disappointed perhaps.

But being surprised that the woman made a threatening comment toward Wendy, was just as stupid as being surprised at Tig for fucking another hooker during his free time.

"You've gotta keep her close, ma. She's the mother of your grandson, the woman your son did love at one point."

Ma. The word rolled off her tongue unintentionally most of the time, but she didn't hate it.

Gemma was the mother figure in her life--hell, she was the mother figure in a few of the Sons' lives--and it didn't feel weird using that around her. It was affectionate. She adored it.

"Jax never loved her," matter of fact, she retorted. "They got drunk together. They smoked dope together. They didn't love one another--"

"They got married." Isla reminded her. "They have a kid together. They have a lot of history."

"Just because they have history, doesn't mean they love one another. You've got history with him."

Her chuckle was throaty, almost a full-on splutter. "We have not got that same history--we're friends, Gem, you know that's different."

She supposed the blonde was right.

There was hell of a contrast between friends for life and friends with benefits--and Gemma knew that. She just didn't like that Jax gravitated toward Wendy when he'd always had Isla right there in front of him.

Though, she was more than aware that the pair didn't look at each other that way--she still lauded the thought of the two together.

"I still hate her."

"I know," Isla laughed at Gemma's irritability, sipping on her wine, enjoying the sight of everybody having a damn good time.

"She's checking into rehab, too."

"Really? Where?"

"Some place in Oakland, I think." Gemma added, smiling at Clay when he wandered over to the pair. "But you didn't hear that from me."

"You think she's gonna stick to it?"

"Couldn't tell 'ya." He answered for his wife, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to Isla's cheek. "She's determined though, I'll give her that."

"Yeah?" His nod was optimistic--strange for Clay Morrow. "Well, I'm glad she's working on herself, anyway. She's got potential."

"You hate her."

"I know." She didn't refute the assertion. "But I'm still happy for her."

At least somebody is.

She wasn't lying. Wendy was a good girl, a woman tortured for no good reason. And she felt for her, she really did.

It'd been a shock, finding out that she was pregnant. But it wasn't like they weren't expecting it--what with the rate she and Jax were going at it.

From the start, Isla and Gemma were worried. She was notorious for her crank habit and the girls thought she was going to kill herself before she had the chance to see her son into the world.

And that almost happened, didn't it?

The doctors at St. Thomas were fucking miracle workers--Isla was on pins and needles waiting for a call to say that Wendy and Abel were okay.

But she tried not to dwell on that, now. They were both as healthy and Abel was as happy as he could've been, so Isla was content. She wasn't pleased, but she was comfortable with the way that things were going.

Tara, however.

"No!" She yelled, backing out of the nursery. "No, fuck you, Jax."

Juice stumbled backward when she nudged him out of the way, pulling her purse from the kitchen counter.

Isla and Gemma couldn't not stare.

"Tara, c'mon!" Jax called after her, but it was too late.

The front door had been slammed shut and the party came to a complete standstill. A thickening tension was shrouding the group, and things were only just starting to simmer.

"What was that all about?" The blonde asked Juice, leaning against the island.

She didn't want to prove Tig to be right but, after a few glasses of wine, Juan Carlos Ortiz was starting to pique her interests.

He swallowed thickly, watching Clay leave the room. "He said something about Wendy--wanting to keep whatever it is that he and Tara have going on the down low so it doesn't set her off, or something."

Makes sense.

"He has a point. She's doing really well lately." He continued. "Jax would hate to stunt her progress by shoving his relationship with Tara in her face."

Isla was rattled.

Jax hadn't talked to her in days, and she wasn't aware that so much had changed. She wasn't aware that he had established a relationship with Tara Knowles.

Again.

You know what they're like--like two fucking magnets or something. They always find a way back to one another.

She was too irritated to reside in that same room as Gemma, now. Knowing the conversation she'd initiate the second that Juice left was too fucking much. So she left first, instead.

The living room was almost empty. Just Clay, Bobby, Tig, and Chibs sat around the couches as Donna, the kids, and Ope were preparing to set off.

Everything was annoying her, now. She hadn't made the effort with Donna all night, but she was pissed that she hadn't started to say goodbye to her yet.

Isla was so fucking irritated that she didn't even want to talk to Tig, or her father. So she didn't.

"Where're you going, petal?" Chibs asked, hindering her plan to keep her mouth shut for the rest of the night. He knew that she'd crack a smile at the nickname.

"I was just wandering. Not really sure what to do with myself."

"Come sit down," he gestured to the space between himself and Tig, and wound an arm around her when she met the leather. "I've missed 'ya."

"Tonight? Or just in general."

"In general. It's been a few days, love."

"I know, I'm sorry." Her head rested against his Sgt. At Arms patch, and she sighed. "Work has been so fucking busy and I feel like I haven't gotten a moment to myself this week."

Isla only worked a part-time gig at some shitty salon just on the outskirts of Charming--edging into Stockton--but she hated her job.

She hated driving into the city every morning and evening, wasting a fuck ton of her paycheck on gas when, really, there was no point.

She hated her cunt boss.

Hated her cunt clients.

She hated that nobody really spoke to her because of who her father was. And when they did speak to her, it was almost like they were scared. Of Isla.

Gemma had always promised her that there was a space at the auto shop for her had she needed it, but she couldn't think of anything worse than having to answer to Gemma and Clay every single day.

Well, more than what she already was, anyway.

"Who'd 'a thought that being a hairdresser was so demanding?"

"Me, apparently." She joked, watching Tig get up and leave the room.

It'd turned somber. A little too bleak for her liking, but she guessed that everyone felt a bit awkward after Tara stamped out and Jax sat on his porch. Alone. With a bottle of whiskey.

She hated the hold that woman had over him sometimes. The way he was so fucking devoted to Tara Knowles that she could literally slap him, scream in his face, and ruin his son's homecoming party--and he would still pine for her.

She'd never understand that.

And she didn't understand how such a lively bunch of individuals had mellowed out over the course of two hours, either.

The party had disappeared. Dissipated into nothing and the atmosphere she once lauded was completely dead in the water.

It was fucking grim, and she couldn't wait to head home.

"Can I come with you tonight?"

"Why'd you even ask? Y'know you're welcome to come home with your old man whenever you want." Chibs told her a little bit stern, though it was essentially full of love.

She just smiled up at him, a bit buzzed. But she was having a good-ish time and who was he to chastise her for drinking a little too much tonight?

"Wanna head off now?"

"Yeah--lemme just say 'bye' to Gemma."

"Alright, I'll be out front. Don't forget your purse." He reminded, knowing she was too ditsy for her own good.

Chibs helped her to her feet, letting go of her hand only to part ways for a few moments.

Her mood was perking up, now. The prospect of being able to spend a few hours with her dad after a long fucking day, was just the best.

And she'd really missed him. Missed the time they once had an abundance of. Missed the evenings that they'd spend talking, drinking, watching movies, doing the generic father daughter activities.

They hadn't had that for a while, and it was truly a blessing that it was within reach tonight.

Well. It was within reach for all of five minutes.

"Oh my God--" Gemma's cell slipped from between black nails and bounced across the table. Saturated hues were locked on Isla, and her head shook.

"What?"

"There's--there's been an accident." She managed to muster out. "Or, maybe a drive-by, I don't know, but Donna--"

"Donna?" Piney's attention was snatched at the mention of his daughter-in-law. He stood up. "What about her?"

Isla knew the answer. She knew what Gemma was going to say because it was just the usual now, wasn't it?

Being affiliated with SAMCRO just did that to somebody. Man, woman, child. They didn't fucking care.

"She's--Piney, she's dead."

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

@rebelwrites ✨

When I opened this blog, I would never thought I could find someone like you. You're the most kind, lovely, funny and badass person ever. We started talking because of our language problems, sharing spanish-english translations, and you have become an important person to me. We're talking the whole damn day, about writings, about Mayans, about SOA, making jokes and having fun. You have helped me whenever I had a mental breakdown, giving me all the support on the world, and I couldn't be more proud of calling you my friend. Sending you a big hug with a lot of love from Spain, I will let you read why I wrote for you. And I just hope you have the best birthday ever surrounded by your friends, family and Kiwi. I love you, my lil slut ❤✨

When Heather wakes up lonely on her birthday morning, she's confused. And a little bit pissed, waiting to do it surrounded by Jax arms. She palms his side of the mattress to check that it's cold, so he probably had to leave the house for some club shit. Putting on her glasses and stepping out from the bed, she walks out of their shared room wearing nothing but one of his large black shirts. Grabbing the fabric in a fist, she takes a deep breath feeling less lonely as Jax's scent fills up his lungs. But some strange noises inside the kitchen push her out of his bubble.

Arching a brown eyebrow over the glasses, pulling the blonde locks of hair to a side, she sticks out her head off the frame to find Happy fighting with the coffeemaker.

“Son of a bitch… I'm going to fucking ki—”.

“Open the lash on the top and put the capsule inside”.

The man stares at her in silence, as if she talked to him in another language. Rolling her eyes, Heather takes some steps closer to follow the same instructions she had given him literally two seconds ago. He is fascinated.

“So, what are you doing here?”

“Birthday”. He replies, as he points himself.

Squinting until she gets the joke, she can't help but break into loud laughs, scaring Happy for a moment because he wasn't expecting. Scaring. Happy.

“Jax asked me to pick you up”.

“No, thanks. I don't wanna die”.

“But you have to come with me”.

“For what?”

Nothing. Not a single word. He has already met his quota of conversation for the rest of the day. When the coffee is ready and the man is going to take the mug, Heather is fast clicking her tongue repeatedly.

“Make yours, grown man”.

A growl escapes from his mouth, watching him close his hands in two fists.

After a warm shower fantasizing about what her husband has prepared for today, she is ready to wear some clothes before leaving. Excited and with a bunch of ideas running through his head, she puts on a pair of ripped jeans with a comfy white shirt under a black squared franel shirt and her favorite jacket leather. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she finishes the outfit with her favorite pair of camel Timberland boots. Jax has tried a thousand times to convince her of changing them for a new pair, but she refuses, keeping that pair because it was the first gift that he made her.

Getting out from her room, tying up her hair on a messy bun and grabbing her bag, she follows Happy to the outside. Putting on the helmet, knowing that she will have to re-make her hairstyle, Heather sits behind the man not sure if it's a good idea; questioning herself why she can't simply drive her red Ford Fiesta to wherever they're going.

And she is starting to understand it after reaching the racing circuit in the surroundings of Charming. Jackson is already there, resting his body against a long car covered by a black sleeve. The smile on his face grows a little more when the president can make eye-contact with her. Jumping out from Happy's bike and giving him back the helmet, they meet halfway. Jax doesn't doubt, welcoming her between his arms and filling up her face with a bunch of tender kisses.

“Happy birthday, wifey”. His tone of voice is full of happiness and love, placing an arm over Heather's shoulders. “Ready to open your present?”

“Isn't this place too public to take off your jeans?”

The loud laughter that Jax utters makes her giggle. It's not like she can avoid these kinds of comments with someone like her husband.

“C'mon, lil slut”. He hums leading her to the car.

With nervous fingers, she pulls the cover out to the floor. Her heart races too fast, alternating her attention between the present and the man proudly smiling by her side. An immaculate red Mustang Shelby GT500 of '65, with two white strips crossing the whole body. Freshly restored just for her. Her dream car. Heather has talked about it like a hundred times with Jax, but she would never have thought that his husband could find one and all the pieces and original spare parts to tune it up.

She wants to say something, but her vocal cords look like they are freezed right now. Turning at the blonde man, starting to worry just in case she doesn't like the present, she practically jumps onto him. He can't help but cry. Since the first moment they two meet, the only thing that Jax has wanted is to make her happy. To make her laugh. To make her feel loved. To make her feel the most important person in his life. She is. For him, there's no one else but his amazing wife.

“Do you wanna ride it?” He murmurs into her ear, holding her tightly against his body. She nods in silence, she can't talk yet.

When the grip loosens, she takes off her glasses to clean the tears in her eyes, using the fist of the sleeve as her steps continue to her new stunning car. The smell of gingerbread fills her lungs, as soon as she opens the driver door, focusing her eyes on the air-freshener hanging from the rear view mirror. Jax can't help but break into loud laughter, as he sees her face looking at the item with a picture of him. Shirtless. The kinds of ideas that only he could have, obviously.

And it's like a damn fantasy. Not seeing her husband terrified on the copilot seat, but how fast her Mustang rides. Taking the curves like in a damn Daqar, almost putting it onto two wheels and speeding up on the long straight. The engine roars like a furious lion, vibrating the road under it. She loves the velocity. It makes her feel like the freedom after a lockdown. Heather has no words to explain it. But the happiness that runs her body is like touching the sky, with Eminem playing through the speakers just like in a dream.

And even if she thinks that the day wouldn't be better, her mind changes as soon as she reaches the yard of the clubhouse, driving her Mustang with Jax riding his bike by her side. A big birthday's banner welcomes her at Teller-Morrow. There are white balloons all around, the crew cheering her up with claps and whistles, before starting to sing to her.

Jax has been preparing it since a month ago, wanting it to be the perfect day just for his wifey. He would give her the moon, if she asks for it. Layla is the first one on hugging her, tightly and transmitting her all the love in the world; before being interrupted by the high-pitched barks of Kiwi. Of course, she should have been there too. Taking her best friend into her arms, receiving a bunch of dearly licks all around, Heather goes straight to Chibs and Opie to melt themselves into a big warm hug.

“Happe' berday', lass”.

“Hope you like what we did. We put on it our best”. Opie says about crying, seeing her so happy, aware that she deserves only good things in life.

“Yeah, but where's the pizza?” She asks with some chuckles, making them laugh.

“Next to the coffee, darling”.

Jackson takes her wife into his arms, leaving the poor Kiwi between their bodies not knowing who she has to lick now.

“Thank you for that, husby”. Heather pouts at him, looking at his god-damn-hot man through her eyelashes.

“You don't have to, my love. You know I would give my life for you, for seeing you smile. That's the only thing I want”. He replies, showing her that charming grin that makes her shake. “I love you more than anything, Heather. I can't imagine a day without making you happy. I can't imagine a fucking day without you”.

[arcadiabuilt]

fandom tag drop. please note any muse can be fit to any fandom on this list.

[hevtions4ever]

The Witches knot season 1: Sister's Moments

[hadeschan]

item # N21A51

RARE Pra Leela Thung Setthi, Kaai Adison, Nua Pong Bailan. A Walking Buddha amulet copied the style of ancient Walking Buddha amulet discovered at Thung Setthi Archaeological Site, Kamphaeng Phet Province. Made from mainly ash after burning Holy Buddhist Palm Leaf Scriptures, in the back is with an imprint of Thai alphabet “Sor Sua” which stands for Kaai Adison. Made by Adison Armed Militia Cavalry Regiment, Saraburi Province. The Grand Blessing / Consecration Ceremony was held at Adison Armed Militia Cavalry Regiment on January 26, BE 2514 (CE 1971), the Sao Ha Day, attended by 79 Guru Monks, and Luang Phor Guay of Wat Khositaram was in his deep meditation to bless on this Batch of amulets at the ceremonial area from the morning til dawn by not leaving his seat.

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“The Walking Buddha shows action, guided by good practice, concentration and wisdom, is the basis for all goodness. The Walking Buddha is leading owner by walking tirelessly toward the new age of life, where you live happily with a bright face and act with selflessness. The Walking Buddha displays the gesture of dispelling fear (Abhaya Mudra), or giving instruction (Vitarka Mudra), Walking Buddha amulet would bring good luck in all that comes your way in the future.”

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BEST FOR: The Walking Buddha brings success in career and in life ahead, and it helps achieve victory over all difficulties. Buddha would walk with you through pain and suffering. Wealth Fetching, Maha Larp (it brings Lucky Wealth), Klawklad Plodpai (it brings safety, and pushes you away from all danger), Kongkraphan (it makes you invulnerable to all weapon attack), Nang Nieow, a rock-hard skin that is completely impervious to damage with bludgeoning or piercing weapons, Maha-ut (it stops gun from shooting at you), Metta Maha Niyom (it helps bring loving, caring, and kindness, and compassion from people all around you to you), and Kaa Kaai Dee (it helps tempt your customers to buy whatever you are selling, and it helps attract new customers and then keep them coming back. Ponggan Poot-pee pee-saat Kunsai Mondam Sa-niat jan-rai Sat Meepit (it helps ward off evil spirit, demon, bad ghost, bad omen, bad spell, curse, accursedness, black magic, misfortune, doom, and poisonous animals). This amulet helps protect you from manipulators, backstabbers, and toxic people. And the force of the bad intentions / activities / behaviors from your enemies hitting you, the Khata Sà-tón Klap Spell puts an equal force back onto them, meaning those bad intentions / activities / behaviors bounce back up to your enemies.

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Nua Pong Bailan

Nua Pong Bailan is the Buddha amulet that contains mainly ashes after burning Buddhist Palm Leaf Holy Scriptures. Those scriptures were used by monks for studying and praying for sometimes. The process of making holy powder out of them is to set up a bonfire at the special area with auspicious astronomical time. Then monks would sit around the bonfire and pray holy mantras until those scriptures burn into ashes. An amulet made from Pong Bailan is believed to have high power of Metta Maha Niyom (helps bring loving, caring, and kindness, and compassion from people all around you to you).

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The Sao Ha Day

The Sao Ha Day is the Saturday, the fifth day of the month on Thai lunar calendar, and according to ancient Thai Astrology, the Sao Ha Day is the day of “Keun Reu Ram Ha Kam” which means New Moon or waxing crescent moon of a Lunar Phase, and “Deuan Ha” which means fifth month of Thai Lunar Calendar / Month of April. It happens once in every 2-3 years. And the Soa Ha day is the most auspicious day for having Buddha amulets Blessing Ceremony which the highest power of “Kongkraphan Chatrie” (being invulnerable to all weapon attack), “Klawklad Plodpai” (pushing you away from all danger), and Maha-ut (stopping gun from shooting at you or the gun aiming at you would miss the target).

Thais believe that people who were born on this day would be protected by Thep Pra Sao Devaraj (God of Saturday), Thep Pra Sao was created by Hindu Lord Shiva. Lord Shiva crushed 10 of great Tiger Kings into powder, and wrapped with purple and black pieces clothes, sprung with elixir of immortality. The Saturday people were born with auspicious blessing from Thep Pra Sao Devaraj with prestige, and power to win over all difficulties in life.

Thep Pra Sao Devaraj AKA Saturn is the sixth planet from the Sun and the second-largest in the Solar System, after Jupiter.

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The BE 2514 Batch of amulets of Adison Armed Militia Cavalry Regiment, Saraburi Province.

The Grand Blessing / Consecration Ceremony was held at Adison Armed Militia Cavalry Regiment on January 26, BE 2514 (CE 1971), the Sao Ha Day, attended by 79 Guru Monks, and Somdet Phra Ariyavangsagatayana Somdet Phra Sangharaja (Pun Puṇṇasiri), the 17th Supreme Patriarch of Thailand was Master of Consecration / Blessing Ceremony (Buddhist Monk part), and General Prem Tinsulanonda, the Prime Minister of Tahialnd at that time was also the Master (Buddhist part), also attended by:-

1)Pra Archan Chah of Wat Nong Pah Pong

2)Luang Phu Doon of Wat Burapharam

3)Luang Phu Sam of Wat Pa Trai Wiwek

4)Pra Archan Fund of Wat Pa Udom Somphon

5)Luang Phu Sim of Wat Tham Pha Plong

6)Luang Phu Bang of Wat Nong Phlap

7)Luang Phu Tim of Wat Lahan Rai

8)Luang Phor Neuang of Wat Chulamanee

9)Luang Phu Toh of Pradu Chimphli

10)Luang Phor Pare of Wat Pikul Thong

11)Luang Phor Kee of Wat Hu Chang

12)Luang Phor Phang of Wat Udom Kongkha Kirikhet

13)Luang Phor Ngern of Wat Don Yai Hom

14)Luang Phor Noi of Wat Thammasala

15)Luang Phor Tay Kongthong of Wat Sam Ngam

16)Pra Archan Nam of Wat Don Sala

17)Luang Phor Mui of Wat Don Rai

18)Luang Phor Tira of Wat Pa Lelai

19)Luang Phor Guay of Wat Khositaram

20)Luang Phor Kong of Wat Ban Suan

21)Luang Phu Moon of Wat Khao Daeng

22)Luang Phor Phrom of Wat Chong Khae

23)Luang Phor Doh of Wat Na Matum

24)Luang Phor Hom of Wat Chak Mak

25)Luang Phor Kong of Wat Wang Sappharot

26)Luang Phot Topp of Wat Phraputthabat Chon Daen

27)Luang Phor Ode of Wat Chan Sen

28)Luang Phor Naai of Wat Ban Chaeng

29)Luang Phor Ear of Wat Ban Dan

30)Luang Phor Pring of Wat Boh Kong Thanu

31)Luang Phor Nor of Wat Klang Tha Ruea

32)Luang Phor Jam of Wat Wang Daeng Nua

33)Luang Phor Toon of Wat Pho Nimit

34)Luang Phor Thong Yuu of Wat Mai Nong Pha-Ong

35)Luang Phu Tiam of Wat Kasattrathirat

36)Kruba Wang of Wat Ban Den

37)Luang Phor Pee of Wat Lan Hoi

38)Luang Phor of Taap of Wat Makham Riang

39)Luang Phor Meuang of Wat Tha Haen

40)Luang Phor Kasem of Samnak Susan Triluck

And others…

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DIMENSION: 2.90 cm high / 1.10 cm wide / 0.60 cm thick

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item # N21A51

Price: price upon request, pls PM and/or email us hadesamulet@outlook.com

100% GENUINE WITH 365 DAYS FULL REFUND WARRANTY

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[sweeterthanthis]

Athens & Neil Perry 💖

Athens - If I could go anywhere right now? Um, can I go hang out on the moon and wait for this shit show to all be over? French Polynesia is the dream though. It’s like something out of Moana! So pretty! 

Neil Perry - OMG THIS FUCKING QUESTION IS BIBLICAL. Okay, okay. I can’t just choose one, I’m sorry. This is going to be a long one. If I could bring any character back from the dead...

Opie (SoA) - I was not ready to say goodbye to that big, beardy teddy bear and his death scene absolutely broke me. The acting was perfect, the intensity was insane and its by far one of the most moving deaths I’ve seen on television.

Poussey Washington (OITNB) - This was such a poignant scene for the times we’re still living in right now. Beautifully done, completely heart wrenching, and she was just a sweetheart. She deserved better. So much fucking better. 

Sirius Black - I mean, this one is pretty self explanatory right? 

Emma Morley (One Day) - This movie was a whirlwind of emotions enough as it was, without the death of Emma thrown in. It was an awful twist of fate, and I’m still devastated that they didn’t get their happy ending. 

Tony Stark - Because I’ll never ever get over it. 

Bubba (Forrest Gump) - The first movie death I remember crying over. I’m scarred for life. 

Jamie (A Walk To Remember) - We all remember this right? RIGHT? We all cried uncontrollably until we couldn’t breathe. Or was that just me? 

Lexie Grey & Mark Sloane (Grey’s Anatomy) - The way he held her hand while she passed BROKE me in two. I remember feeling pretty numb for a few hours after watching those episodes. They were so fucking cute together and they deserved the world.  

Daenerys Targaryen - How DARE they destroy her character arc without the common decency to make it fucking BELIEVABLE. They did my girl dirty. So fucking dirty. And I’m still mad about it. Also, side note: Khal Drogo goes without saying.

John Shelby (Peaky Blinders): Just simply because he was a badass. And I have a thing for that toothpick and flat peak, alright? Don’t judge me. 

Charlie (LOST) : ‘Not Penny’s Boat’. That shit will stick with me forever. 

John Coffey (The Green Mile) : One of the most beautiful performances I’ve ever seen, and one of the saddest chapters of a book I’ve ever read. Michael Clarke Duncan absolutely nailed that role. And he is still missed. 

I’m sorry, I seem to have gotten a little carried away there...

xoxo

[atopearth]

The Legend of Dragoon Part 3 - Fate and Soul

I remember Furni! It's such a cool town but so inconvenient at the same time lol, because you literally need to row a boat to go anywhere, including your own house lol! Lmao when I lied to the hotel person about being part of the defeating Kamuy hunt and she refused to give me the license to go on the boats loll, I had to be honest that Dart just came here and then she would recognise him as the heroes of Tiberoa loll. Anyway, I'm glad there was a good ending for Kamuy the wolf because it really just seemed to want to protect Teo and only became "savage" due to some other monster or something. Glad Shana helped it with her Dragoon Spirit. Speaking of Shana, I feel like she's really matured and become strong after getting together with Dart, it's really cute. And considering how the people in town talk about fairies and how Meru said she's been to Mille Seseau but was a bit shifty about it, I assume the Wingly Forest or whatever is here? Anyway, I guess Haschel really is Dart's grandfather considering the lullaby Shana learnt from Dart is what Claire used to sing saying she'll dedicate it to her future child? On another note, I completely forgot/didn't realise Neet/Dart's original hometown was in Mille Seseau so he's originally from here! Loll at Meru taking the opportunity that since Rose left to do some errands, she's going to run and do some too lol.

Wow, Deningrad is beautiful! Lmao at the guy near the entrance shivering from the cold and trying to run on the spot to warm up hahahah, that's exactly what I do when I'm cold🤣 I love how the other person walking around is like it's a warm day today because the sun is out lmaoo. Hmm that Divine Tree legend is interesting. Like, the idea of the land being filled with nothingness until Soa descended and sowed the seed of the Divine Tree which grew 108 fruit that were all different life forms, and that was how all the different species were spread across the world is a pretty interesting idea. So the reasons the Winglies reigned during the Dragon Campaign time was because the Gods gave them that power, and it was when they lost it that the humans were able to prevail? Hmmm, and now the Gods are on or are the Moon that Never Sets watching over the human age? Ohh the current Second Sacred Sister of Mille Seseau, Sister Luanna is also a survivor of Neet's tragedy 18 years ago! Kinda cool how the Queen and the Four Sacred Sisters govern over this land though, very different from Serdio and Tiberoa where they just have a king. Hmm, well, it seems like according to the legends, the Black Monster is basically some sort of monster of destruction there to kill the Moon Child that supposedly purifies the world and calls the Gods to earth. Which is interesting, because considering the "incorrect" decision of the Gods giving Winglies enough power to rule over everything and make humans slaves, are the Gods coming to earth really a "good" thing? In a sense, couldn't it actually be that the Moon Child is the one that brings destruction by doing that? I mean, what if the Gods want to "purify" the earth by destroying everything and just starting all over again?

I see, so Rose went to visit Neet and she meets Luanna! So, I guess if the Black Monster was looking for Princess Louvia in Neet and on the ship, the princess of Mille Seseau is the Moon Child and thus, Shana. What, the Moon Child's power causes everyone around them to become an evangelist for God, making them a servant to prepare for the descending of the god??? So that's why the Black Monster kills everyone who has made contact with the Moon Child, because they're probably essentially "contaminated". On the other hand, with Meru, I think there's a good reason as to why the Winglies hide themselves in a boundary to separate themselves from humans, and make it taboo to leave the forest, I mean, would humans even view them nicely? How can they trust that they won't be killed? I really love the home of the Winglies though, it feels really high tech and fun to teleport around lol! I feel sorry for Meru's parents though, they must be really happy to see her, but welcoming her would definitely earn the ire of everyone else.. Are the Winglies planning to kill the humans one day like the Bardels said? Will the cycle of killing continue? There's another Dragon and it's waking up?! No wonder the Winglies are on edge if the ancestors with the strongest magic power can't defeat it... The King of Dragons with seven magical eyes sounds scary lol, hmm the Divine Dragon huh? Ohhh the Dragon Buster was from here! I wonder if the Dragon Block Staff is enough to protect them..Aww...Guaraha is such a nice childhood friend, he's willing to go against everyone to protect Meru if need be. I can understand why Meru won't stay, not only does she need to help Dart and them, if she did that, Guaraha would be hated too. I hope Meru reciprocates his feelings one day though. Aaaand it seems like the Divine Dragon's seal has been broken somehow~

Well, I didn't expect the Divine Dragon to fly over Deningrad and cause damage to the city like wow. Ohh, so Miranda is the First Sacred Sister. I hate the part where the White Silver Dragoon Spirit rejects Shana and goes to Miranda because Shana isn't able to maintain it anymore or whatever. It's honestly just so heartbreaking to see everyone have to leave her here in Deningrad by herself when she used to stand by them too. I think it must have really hurt for Shana to ask Miranda to take care of the rest because it really hurt me to have to see this happen to her. All she has wished for all this time was to stay by Dart's side and yet she can't even do that now in her condition... It was really sweet that Meru got to talk to her parents properly, and to see her father really happy to see her, their hug was so cute. Surprisingly though, most of the Winglies are so welcoming! Like, they trust Dart and them because the Ancestor said to invite them in to talk about borrowing the Dragon Block Staff to block the Dragon, but wow, I guess they must really respect the Ancestor above all. Omgg, the Bardel brothers hate humans because their little sister followed Meru out to the human world thinking it was wonderful but then ended up getting killed by humans... that's so terrible...

It's kinda sad to think about how terrible the Winglies in the past were, especially since they even made a Coliseum for different species like humans and gigantos to fight to the death against each other for entertainment... Honestly though, I wanted to have a neutral opinion of Miranda since so many people seem to dislike her, but omg I think everything she says is just so...infuriating? Like, I just kinda ignored it when she asked whether they should force their way through the Forest of the Winglies to get the Dragon Block Staff initially, but seriously, which part of that is a good idea when you have no idea where it is and are you literally prepared to kill the Winglies to get it? How selfish can you be when you're asking them for something. And then now that we're talking about getting the Dragon Block Staff into our hands, everyone alongside Dart willingly offers information because they all know that if they want to defeat the Divine Dragon, they all need to co-operate and do what they can to stop it. Her "it's none of your business" when they asked something was just so rude, it's hard to even think of her as a companion. Honestly, it's okay if she's a rough person, but her attitude is the worst. Like sure, she's with people she's not familiar with, but she does realise that these are people she's going to be risking her life with, it wouldn't kill her to try and understand them more. Anyway, I hope she gets more understandable or bearable as a person because I dread using her in battle when I see her lol, doesn't help that I've never been a fan of the archer in the game since it has no Addition. Anyway, the Grand Jewel protecting the staff was much easier than I thought, maybe because I didn't need to rely on Dragoons at all lol, easily killed with Additions and having a therapy ring. I guess it was good that it kept hitting Meru and she had the therapy ring loll. Otherwise, I didn't even need to turn into a Dragoon, I feel like I should have turned into one for 2 turns just to see how strong it gets when it uses the staff against you haha.

It's so terrible to see the Divine Dragon destroy Deningrad like that, it's sad that Dart and them were too late. I actually think it's pretty cool how there's such a nice variety of people and reactions though. Some are hurt and scared, some like the items and weapons shop believe that they need to keep doing business and there are people like the hotel owner and the clinic people who are preparing to take in patients already. I guess the good thing about Miranda is that she's a reliable big sister to the others lol. It's sad that Shana is so perplexed over her powers, but at least she was able to save the people in the palace with it. And it's nice that Miranda is gentle and kind with her, also it's nice that she wants to fulfill her promise with Shana to "take care of the rest" as well as fulfill her obligations as a fellow Dragoon. It's so cute how Meru said she understands how to care for others due to Dart and Shana, it is true though. I feel so sorry for Shana that we have to leave her yet again to go after the Dragon though... I'm not surprised Lloyd was fighting the Divine Dragon already, but I'm kinda amazed that he seemed to have fended it off for quite a while with just the Dragon Buster, since he doesn't have the Dragon Block Staff to actually weaken it. Honestly, the fight could have been much easier if I used Albert and Kongol but I thought it would be okay with Meru and Haschel and my weak Madness Hero hahahaha, needless to say, I took a while plucking away its health with my subpar damage (Meru did 68 damage because I used her new Cool Boogie Addition lmao). Anyway, I levelled up my Additions though so that was good 🤣

I guess we shouldn't be surprised that there's a Divine Dragoon Spirit, but I wonder what Lloyd's aim is if the Divine Dragon was merely an obstacle to it and what's why he came to kill it? It definitely has to do with the Moon Child but hmmm. I felt sorry for Sister Wink that she practically led Lloyd back to the castle to capture Queen Theresa (since he needs the last Moon Mirror now), but I guess regardless, he would have been able to get her anyway. Honestly, it was kinda random that Sister Wink came out of nowhere to take the blow for Lloyd when Dart was about to slash him (after we defeated him), but it's understandable why she did it. She was smitten from the moment she met him, and honestly, he really didn't need to save her all those times to get the mirror but he did anyway. And I guess it's nice if Lloyd will understand a bit more about the kindness of people rather than focusing on trying to have this world reborn into a utopia with the 108th species? Not sure what the plan he and Emperor Diaz has, but I guess it's supposedly time for the new species to rule to fulfill Soa's intentions? I guess we'll get to know more about everything now that Dart is going with Lloyd to see Emperor Diaz. On the other hand, I think it would have been so cool if we got to have Lloyd as a guest character and play with him a bit! That would have been so fun~ Oh well. Anyway, wearing a Talisman and turning into a Dragoon is such a great trick against Lloyd! Since he mostly tries to instant kill the Dragoon guy with the Talisman, so in the end you don't need to heal much at all! Would have been much easier if I had another Talisman but oh well, all good haha!

So, the regeneration of the world that both Emperor Diaz and Lloyd seek is basically believing that the 108th species that Soa created reigning will allow all species to kinda go back to their former powers and glories instead of right now where species such as the Winglies have deteriorating powers out of their control? I was thinking the Moon Child was the 108th species but I was like, if there's only one, is it still a thing? Hahaha, but I guess it doesn't matter if it's one or twenty, classifications of species don't depend on the number of them after all. Ohh, so the Divine Moon objects were used by the Winglies to seal up the 108th species so that they could remain superior and that's why Lloyd needed them! The souls of the dead Dragoons from the Dragon Campaign are still wandering around? But Shirley said only 4 are still here, so including her and Rose that's only 6, what's the last one doing? Ooh, Lloyd got tricked by Emperor Diaz! I didn't realise he didn't know Shana was the Moon Child, but I guess the biggest revelation is that sadly, the Moon Child won't bring the restoration Lloyd desires for the world, instead it's actually a Virage Embryo, a God of Destruction that will in turn cause this whole world to be destroyed. I hope Lloyd didn't just die like that... I mean, yeah he's not a good guy, but at least we hoped for the creation of a better future for the current species, not really the idea of destroying everything and everyone, then starting from scratch again.. Anyway, that's kinda crazy, no wonder why Dart felt familiar to Rose, Zieg (the original Red Eyed Dragoon) is Dart's father, and also the "current" Emperor Diaz.

Ohh, so the 108th species was separated into two, the fruit and the flesh? So, a part is the Moon that Never Sets and the soul was captured in the Crystal Sphere that Melbu Frahma, the master of Winglies kept so that he could withdraw unlimited magic power from and conquer other creatures! I see, the reason why his soul was not mentioned by Shirley was because Zieg is here, having dissolved the petrification caused by Melbu Frahma when they fought against him. The humans destroyed the Crystal Sphere when they took their lives back in the Dragon Campaign, and that allowed the Moon Child to be born... I think it was pretty saddening for Dart to have to hear that Rose was actually the Black Monster all along though. You understand her reasons, because she knew that it was the God of Destruction so she had to kill all the possible Moon children and the "servants" it created alongside them, but to think that Princess Louvia had a twin sister and that was Shana... I thought she was the actual princess, but really, Rose killed the princess and never realised she had a twin... I guess we'll be travelling to the Moon where Shana and the Moon that Never Sets will kinda combine together and become the true God of Destruction? Honestly though, I knew Rose was the Black Monster but I never really thought of or remembered the burden she carried all this time, all the blood, all the hatred and all the sadness. No wonder why she said she forgot how to smile long ago. Ever since she started killing everything 11,000 years ago to prevent the destruction of the world, she lost everything and herself as well. She could only keep killing... It's really saddening.

I really loved this chapter for the extra insight into the Winglies themselves. The past ones that were super strong and dominated all species, and the current ones who are either obsessed with their past strength or the ones like Meru who desire a life outside of their little forest, or even ones like Lloyd who believe in a new future and creating it by themselves. It was really nice to see all that. Miranda as a character leaves lots of things to be desired though, she really doesn't add much to the party and she hasn't been very important tbh lol. I guess with this chapter, most mysteries were revealed at the end, but I really enjoyed the step by step we went to revealing the "last boss" who knew everything and dictated everything. The reveal of the Black Monster was also expected but saddening. It's a lot to take in all at once though, because it's kinda crazy to think how enormous the stakes are now compared to what Dart expected when he first started on this journey. But I guess his reason for continuing won't ever change, and that is to protect Shana.