#calid

[calidofficial]

Calid - Framed Feat. Fridayy

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[doctorcanon]

I think people are getting too wrapped up in trying to ascertain what kind of political system Metaphor exemplifies the most. Because they really do bash you over the head with: it doesn't matter. Most people will take being validated over being truthful. This is kinda like the "peace vs freedom" debacle but with a lot more nuance that most jrpgs are loath to explore (lookin' at you 3 houses). The truth is not kind or pretty and the previous king did nothing to prepare his citizens to cope with it.

When it comes down to it, he created a nation of weak-willed or otherwise beaten down people who want only to be "rescued" by choosing a leader that's gonna fix everything with very little work on their part.

[voskhozhdeniye]

@knightofleo you didn't.....

@anarchist-caravan when you sent this the other day it didn't have the caption. I thought it was just a commentary on the areas.

The first thing I did was learn the location to avoid it. There's an actual treasure chest there that's hidden.

[snoffyy]

Hi folks, been a while :)

My thesis has been submitted and I am ready to come back into writing, as evident by me finally updating this thing 🥳🥳🥳

Looking forward to catching up with all the fandom haps! I hope you’ve all been well 💕

[coralrodriguezgarcia]

[ahrikima]

 (23 jan) today is a little special day for me, probably is something without importance but for me yes it is important, it was the mark that have pass two year since we met, and thats makes me happy for it, and wanted to do this little thing for you, its a way for give you a thanks Thanks for all the little moments we have it in all this time and thanks for all the things you did for me. im really glad to know you, with the hope this will be for so long also i have printetd this work in a polaroid and did a little box for put inside with a little personal thing for both im really glad you liked this little detail i did for this day also want to repeat to tell you Thanks so much for all joel for be my friend ❤️

[pinkopalina]

anyways "Butt-head" or "Butt-Head" for fanfictions ?

[calidofficial]

Calid - It’s Over Official Visualizer Out Now❗️

Listen, Watch & Share 🌂☔️

[voskhozhdeniye]

[pokichusramblings]

To anyone who can’t read the background of the last panel, basically generative ai is responsible for an energy crisis. All generative ai takes up a stupid amount of energy, even silly rp with ais. Youre not a bad person for not knowing that but once you do know it you should stop using generative ai. Energy is more important than having a little bit of fun.

Vent art

[snoffyy]

Do you think we'll be seeing a Calidity update anytime soon? I'm so fliippin obsessed with it, I've read and reread it like 3 or 4 times now!

AHHHHHHHH thank you so much ;-;

I wish I could say there will be an update in the immediate future, but it's probably not feasible. I've just started a long placement, so there's currently quite a lot on my plate. Fingers crossed I do get more time to write once I've properly settled in, and I'm definitely aiming to get a chapter out next month if all goes well.

In the meantime, here's a sneak peak for the next chapter ;)

One morning, when the sky was barely tainted with light, stars fading into barely-there twinkles, Zhao found himself leaning against the railings on one of the Jasmine Dragon’s balconies. Zuko had snuck out of the house in the middle of the night again, and Zhao, who had been on the boundary between wake and sleep, had watched him go, slipping out of the window like a wraith.

The prince still wasn’t back, but it didn’t stop another, different, prince from approaching him cautiously, a tray of steaming tea balanced in steady hands like an offering.

“May I talk to you?” Iroh asked, placing the tray on the wide handrail between them.

Zhao gave a hum of assent but made no move to take the proffered cup of tea.

“I’d like to…” Iroh trailed off, seemingly trying to find his voice. “I’d like to ask you something.”

Well, that was a first.

“Sure,” Zhao said dully.

Iroh solemnly looked out over the city, which was beginning to wake with the bustling workers starting their day.

“What does being in rut feel like, if it is not too personal a question?”

Of all the questions Zhao had anticipated, imagined, even, he’d never had thought that this would be the question Iroh would ask. Still, he thought it over, mulling the words carefully in his mouth before he set them free. For this was the first time Iroh had ever asked him about something so deeply personal to him as a classified, to all alphas that had ever gone through a rut.

“It feels,” Zhao began slowly. “First, it starts with fire. Just… spreading from your chest. It robs you of your own will, but not so much that you can claim you weren’t in your right mind. Your body is your own, but your mind fluctuates between yours and the rut’s. You want to fight. You want to rest. You want to be alone. You want to be with a mate. It’s hard to say what your mind wants when it’s warring with your body all the damn time.”

“Is that the same feeling,” Iroh said carefully. “As when you’ve induced rut?”

“To a lesser extent, yes,” Zhao replied, now taking the cup of tea. He sniffed it carefully. Oolong.

Iroh let out a long sigh. “Ba Sing Se was an oversight on my part.”

At once, whatever amiable mood Zhao had evaporated in an instant.

Zhao’s lip curled in disgust. “An oversight? Are you fucking kidding me? An oversight? Is that really what you’re calling it?”

He’s suffered through so much utter bullshit in his life that now, to have such a tragic incident, something that had shaken the entire world of classifieds, be bequeathed the claim of ‘oversight’… it almost nauseated him.

“I am an alpha,” Zhao said thinly. “I very well could have been used for your own gains. You didn’t have to make them induce rut. You didn’t have to force them into that state. You… you were the one who made the call. You were the one who made the decision. It was in your hands! It was their blood on your hands!”

With every acrimonious word that spewed from Zhao’s mouth, Iroh’s head bowed lower and lower. What could the old general possibly be thinking? Repentance was no lenient mistress. And with such heft of his crimes weighing him down, it would be easier to feign ignorance than to face the music.

“At so many points in my life, I’d have given everything to be ‘normal.’” Zhao whispered, curling his hands tighter around the teacup. “When I speak, people stare at my fangs. When I go into rut, I’m treated as an animal. And you know what’s even better? I’m a bender. That’s just another thing I can be used for.”

There had been a time when he had prided himself on being an alpha and a bender. When he had been naïve and thought that it meant that it afforded him higher status. But it all came to a head the moment Jeong Jeong had looked upon him in disgust when it was revealed that he had killed a fellow alpha in a farce of an Agni Kai.

Where was the pride he had when it was tainted by derision and disapproval? Where did it all go? Here, in Ba Sing Se, what little pride he had was whittled to splinters. For what pride could be born from being one of the Avatar’s lackeys, being the uncle of a bunch of mixed breed brats, and an admiral that was likely presumed dead at this point?

“It doesn’t have to be that way anymore,” Iroh implored. “Zhao, I want to make things right. Atonement is not easy, but I am willing to learn.”

“And how will you do that?” Zhao scoffed. “You are saying you are willing to learn our ways?”

Iroh lifted his chin. “I would be. But I am not the only one who has blood on my hands.”

Zhao rankled. “What are you implying?”

“I would warn you not to be a hypocrite,” Iroh stated flatly, eyes hard. Dragon of the West indeed. Somehow, Zhao was no longer as intimidated by the man’s indomitable reputation.

They stared each other down, coming to a standstill.

Instinct, as it always did, peeled Zhao’s lips back, baring his fangs. “Is this truly about Ba Sing Se? Or is this about Zuko?”

Iroh’s guarded expression did not falter. “Could it not be both?”

“Maybe,” Zhao said slowly, working his jaw, “maybe you should stop trying to play the mastermind.”

[coralrodriguezgarcia]

[calidofficial]

@magazinewall @calidofficial

[lowcountry-gothic]

Calid B.

[coralrodriguezgarcia]

[youaremysunshine-court]

cleaning lady just walked in swabbed my room told me I look like a man and walked out