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The Chinese browser version is soon celebrating its 10th anniversary! To mark the occasion, brand-new clothing and other activities and gifts are being released.
Images and information credit: Castal (Gaming Community server)
#naruto online#naruto ol#azure fang#breeze dancer#crimson fist#midnight blade#scarlet blaze#clothing#loading screens#promo stuff#news#browser anniversary#10th anniversary#Child Kurama#<- placeholder name for the clothing set#rare browser-only clothing#didn't have these for years now I think
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Happy Valentines! 💖✨
This year I have set out to make a protags-only picrew, and what do you know! The files are all ready and they are working as a big psd document, I just have to get to making a picrew. They are all so cute though? -w-
#naruto online#azure fang#breeze dancer#crimson fist#midnight blade#scarlet blaze#d0 stuff#original#I literally got the idea for this yesterday#lots of hauling ass if you ask me#but looking good?#the roughness of the drawings aside it’s really heartwarming#the ninja kids#team 13#Valentines#Valentines 2024
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Special Volley Balls 🏐 (Breeze Dancer)
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#magical polls#miraculous ladybug#sky dancers#sky dancers breeze#fighting for my life getting some of these pics#shadow noir#gabriel agreste
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A moment of appreciation for Breeze Runningbear, from the 1996 'Skydancers' TV show. I'll admit, sometimes he seemed a bit stereotyped when it comes to his outfits. But as a child, seeing a Native American not only shown on TV but as one of the lead characters meant a lot to me.
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I never properly showed u guys mihmeira btw anyway hiiii
#her mom is also a hellsguard she's named dancing breeze and her dad is (REDACTED)#her dad is an au ra from radz-at-han he is a dancer named jalsaja and mihmeira js also a dancer :) don't worry about the redacted#that's not important. she doesn't learn about that until stormblood#mihmeira tag
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FUCKING FINALLY, LET'S GO
#i love dancers i love having more dancers!!!#especially a harmonic bc I have NO good FE4 units#those limited battles are gonna be a breeze now thank god#feh shenanigans#once in a while my free pulls are sent directly from god
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Stella Returns to The Hurricane
Stella Star received such a phenomenal response to her recent Hurricane Club photographs, so she has another collection for you! These photos were taken on January 26th, 1968. (…Or, was that 2024?) Here Stella stands by the eye-catching sign. In this outfit, the sign isn’t the only thing that’s eye-catching! The Hurricane Club’s front entrance feces North. This mural makes Stella feel like…
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#1920s#1960s#1965#1968#20s#atlantic ocea#beach#bradycore#brass#breeze#buttons#Cathode Ray#Cathode Ray & The Tubes#club#Coasters#doo wop#Drifters#Four Seasons#Frankie Valli & The FOur Seasons#gloves#go-go#go-go boots#go-go dancer#go-go dancers#gogo boots#Green#headband#Hurricane#Hurricane Club#island
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Around the world today, the penumbra of the rising of the first sun of May is lined with onlookers and wellwishers, eyes on the eastern horizon to catch the first glimpse of a new season.
Because in our hearts, this is how summer returns to the northern hemisphere; this sun a baton passed in the annual relay as the south prepares for what winter may bring.
Among our number, where the hilltops flatten enough for people to trust their feet in the gloom, for over a century now morris dancers have set out in the fading dark to dance in the dawn, for the same reason we do anything: because it's what we do. That's all tradition is, after all.
And every year, alongside the bells, a passage from Terry Pratchett's Hogfather rings in my mind.
"The sun would have risen just the same, yes?"
NO.
"Oh, come on. You can't expect me to believe that. It's an astronomical fact."
THE SUN WOULD NOT HAVE RISEN.
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"Really? Then what would have happened, pray?"
A MERE BALL OF FLAMING GAS WOULD HAVE ILLUMINATED THE WORLD.
And so, every year, follow the sound of bells and sticks, the chorus of voices singing Hal And Tow, and you'll find a bunch of knackered weirdos in the middle of nowhere in daft hats and a chill breeze, but proud of what they've done.
After all, we just made the sun rise.
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Clothing banner: Traveler of the Desolate Sands
#naruto online#naruto online mobile#azure fang#breeze dancer#crimson fist#midnight blade#scarlet blaze#clothing#clothing banners#traveler of the desolate sands
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I've been thinking about them and made these...
#naruto online#Azure Fang#Breeze Dancer#Crimson Fist#Midnight Blade#Scarlet Blaze#for phone bgs I just put them on black solid and add desired text#the ninja kids#currently employed as my wallpapers
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Showing Her Goods 🍈 (Breeze Dancer)
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Character: Adult!Damian Wayne x Reader Summary: “I offer you my heart,” he murmured, his voice now an intimate whisper. “And the freedom to do with it as you will.” Word Count: 1185 Music: Habibi
It was a night of scorching heat in the infinite desert, where the sky, dotted with stars, reflected the glow of a fate written long before the birth of kingdoms. In the palace of Al-Nadir, grand and carved in marble and gold, Prince Damian Wayne, now a grown man, wandered silently through its vast corridors. His firm steps echoed like a whisper of responsibility and power. Damian, the prince who carried the weight of two legacies within him, had always been an enigma, a man made of shadows and steel. But that night, something beyond the throne unsettled him. He felt an emptiness, an absence that neither gold nor glory could fill.
The festival of Al-Nadir pulsed like a living heart in the city below, where the people celebrated, and the arts flourished under the desert heat. On that special night, dancers from all corners came to showcase their talents, but there was one in particular, a presence that stood out among all, like a rare flower in the sands of destiny.
And then he saw her.
You, a dancer whose movements seemed to defy the very stars. Your feet glided across the stage like a gentle breeze over the dunes, and your eyes, burning and mysterious, revealed stories that words could never contain. Your body, adorned with veils and jewels that shimmered in the torchlight, moved with a grace that did not belong to this world. Every gesture, every curve of your body was silent poetry, a promise of freedom and power.
Damian, a man accustomed to hiding his emotions, felt his heart waver. The serenity he always carried like armor shattered before your dance. He, a prince of steel, was captivated by a flame he did not understand but could not ignore.
When the music ceased and the applause echoed, Damian knew he had to meet you. He ordered to be taken to you, not with the arrogance of a prince, but with the curiosity of a man before a mystery he longed to unravel. In the palace’s private gardens, beneath the shadows of exotic trees, he waited. The sound of water running through the fountains was the only noise besides his own heartbeat.
You arrived, your eyes raised, firm and fearless, as enigmatic as your dance. There was no fear in your posture, only calm curiosity, as if you knew this encounter was inevitable.
“You called for me, Your Highness?” your voice was a thread of silk, as soft as the night breeze.
Damian tilted his head, his green eyes analyzing you as if he could read your soul through every subtle movement.
“There is something in your dance,” he said, his voice deep and controlled, “something that goes beyond art. There’s a story behind every one of your movements. A battle... a freedom.”
Your lips curved into a slight smile, something enigmatic, like a moon partially veiled by clouds. You observed him with the same care, surprised by his insight.
“Every gesture I make carries the weight of my own story,” you replied. “Dancing is the only freedom I truly have.”
Damian stepped closer, his words like veiled promises in the warm night air. “What if I could offer you more than just that fleeting freedom? What if I could give you something greater?”
You raised an eyebrow, your eyes sparkling with curiosity. “What exactly would you offer me, Your Highness?”
He did not hesitate, his words were precise, like the arrows he so skillfully wielded. “A choice. Stay by my side. Not as a prisoner of my will, but as an equal. Someone who challenges my spirit and shares the burden of power with me. I see in you what few would—strength that deserves to be honored, not tamed.”
The night seemed suspended between you, the wind carrying only the echoes of something forming, something neither of you had anticipated.
“And if I accept this offer,” you asked, your tone low but filled with meaning, “what do I get in return, besides power and your wealth?”
Damian took another step closer, until his eyes, intense as the desert itself, penetrated yours.
“I offer you my heart,” he murmured, his voice now an intimate whisper. “And the freedom to do with it as you will.”
You stepped forward, reducing the distance that still remained between you. Your eyes, deep and mysterious, met his with firmness. It was like looking into a distorted mirror—you, the free dancer, and he, the chained prince. Two worlds so different, yet drawn to each other as if the universe had conspired for this moment.
“And what would you do, Prince,” you began, your voice flowing like a soft melody, “if I took your heart and turned it into my own dance? If I made it part of who I am?”
Damian smiled, a rare smile, almost imperceptible, carrying both melancholy and hope. There was something vulnerable in his stance, a man who had always been a fortress now lowering his defenses before a stranger, yet still, a soul he seemed to have known forever.
“Then,” he replied, with a soft gleam in his eyes, “I would become part of your freedom. Because in the end, there is no greater power than being in the hands of someone you trust.”
For a moment, the world around you seemed to stop. The sounds of the festival in the distance, the murmuring fountains, even the soft breeze among the leaves, all silenced in the intensity of that moment. The moon poured its silver light over the garden, as if the heavens were watching and approving of what was unfolding.
You stepped even closer, until you were so near that you could feel the heat emanating from his body, his presence strong and solid. Your fingers, delicate and skilled like in your dance, gently touched Damian's chest, right over where his heart beat. The touch was light, almost like a breeze, but the connection that formed was deep, instantaneous.
“Your freedom and mine are like two stars dancing in the sky, Prince,” you said softly. “I accept what you offer, but know that I will not be a silent companion. My soul is not meant to be contained.”
Damian breathed deeply, as if your words had the power to ignite something deep within him. His eyes never left yours for a moment.
“That is exactly why I chose you,” he murmured, his voice dense, full of promise. “I don’t want someone who bows, but someone who walks beside me. I want someone who challenges me, who makes me question the world as it is.”
You tilted your head slightly, studying him, as if deciphering the final secret hidden in his soul.
“Then, Prince Damian,” you said, a light smile on your lips, “we will dance together.”
And so, under the stars that silently watched, the bond between you was formed. The Prince of Al-Nadir, with his heart in the hands of a dancer, and you, with the promise of a love that could not be contained by borders or duties. The night, a silent witness, became the stage for the first act of a story that would defy fate and time.
And in that dance of souls and hearts entwined, Damian Wayne's world began to change, one step at a time.
#Adult!Damian Wayne#damian wayne x reader#damian wayne#x reader#damian al ghul#demian wayne/reader#n0cturn4 whites ♡
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