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[ainchase]

Ain 4th Path Description

Lofty: Schreier

Apparent Age: 21 yo, Male, Pendulum

After his contact with the goddess was cut off, he worried for her safety. The situation in Elrios only worsened those concerns. Torn by the guilt of failing to fulfill his mission, of causing the El to be damaged, he was further horrified at the sight of humans who continued to recklessly mishandle the El’s power. Why did they keep making the same mistakes? He knew there was nothing he could do - after all, the El was bestowed upon Elrios by the goddess herself. Even so, he could not rid himself of his disgust as he watched humans use the El's power carelessly.

“Should the El really be left in their hands? If only my voice would reach the goddess…”

Anxiety made his physical condition worse. Could it be the wound he sustained inside Henir’s dimension? As a temporary solution, he gathered faint El energy to heal himself. He knew that, using this method, he could maintain his form until he either returned to normal or fulfilled his mission. But the small amount of El energy he had gathered into his body influenced him.  A new power awakened inside him, which he called Arte.

“This situation cannot continue. I must gather the scattered El energy and let the goddess know of this blasphemy.”

Ain maintained his physical condition and assisted the El Search Party, remaining vigilant for any chance to contact his goddess.

Schatz Reprise

Apparent Age: 21 yo, Male, Pendulum

Did the goddess forget me? Left without an answer to his calls, Ain began to think the worst. No, that can’t be it… He tried to suppress his anxiety as his thoughts spun. Perhaps pursuing the El’s whereabouts is not enough to reach the goddess.

But his barely-suppressed anxiety boiled over the moment he discovered the corrupted Dark El. Shocked, horrified, he tried to purify the Dark El in a panic, but instead accidentally exposed his rift-wound to the demonic energy within. He realized what had happened too late. The demonic energy had already corrupted his creation magic.

Once he managed to regain his composure, terror melted into fury. Not only did those fools shatter the El the goddess had given them, they carelessly used the shattered pieces of that El with no remorse. Shameless and ungrateful beings, taking the El’s blessing for granted. The goddess may have given them this blessing, but they did not deserve it.

Awful, uncontrollable emotion pushed him to a decision. No… If the El is left as it is, it will only get worse. My duty is to return energy to El. For that, the destroyed El must first be restored.  But I cannot leave it to those who had damaged it once before. The El must be protected, and I, the emissary of the goddess, must be the one to do it. And so Ain began retrieving the El energy scattered throughout Elrios.

Even as he retrieved the energy, his own power slowly turned. The demonic energy that had fused with his wound still corroded his body, corrupted his being. Perhaps if he used the energy he had retrieved… But that would be misusing his goddess’ power for his own gain. He could not bring himself to do that, especially as he’d completely failed to fulfill his duty. Thoughts like these tormented him with guilt.  Unbeknownst to him, his corruption was spreading to a point he couldn’t even fathom, as the demonic energy took root deep inside.

Bigott 

Apparent Age, Unknown, Male, Pendulum

“...I’ll make it so that the goddess will have no choice but to come and find me.”

A twisted emissary of the god who doesn’t hesitate to destroy to force an answer from the goddess. A class that uses Arte formed by continuously retrieving and returning El energy that supports effective and powerful battles.

The Giant El had been restored. All the energy Ain had gathered had been absorbed into it. He had not expected it, but neither did he mind. The restoration of the El was needed for his mission. For a moment he believed he could soon fulfill his duty. Now, if he sacrificed himself and injected his strength into the Giant El, it would return to its stable state… 

As he stretched his hand toward the El, he winced and recoiled.  An instinct deep within screamed that he shouldn’t do this. Before he could even think, an instinctive repulsion pulled his hand away from the El and toward the ground. The reason for this repulsion soon became obvious. A god’s representative who’d been corrupted by demonic energy and steeped in the power of chaos cannot fully restore the El.

Everything was in vain. He believed everything would return to its place if he could just fulfill his mission, and now what should he do? He couldn’t just decide what to do alone. Confused and more desperate than ever, he called out for his goddess’ answer. Whether she chose to enlighten the path of her foolish emissary, or descend to punish him for failing his mission, or replace him with another… Be it salvation or destruction, so long as she replied, Ain was willing to heed any answer. However, the only thing he received was that same horrifying silence.

Why…? He couldn’t understand. The sudden explosion of the El, Henir, demons, his authority changing from Ishmael to Elria… Unforeseen events piled up, one after another, things he hadn’t been tasked to deal with. He grew resentful of the goddess. He cried out, pleaded, begged, threw his resentment up in prayer, and received only silence. He wasn’t asking for something he didn’t deserve, like those foolish creatures of Elrios! How could she insist on silence in all these situations? Unless she had completely abandoned him–

As his crisis of faith petered into exhaustion, Ain decided to give up and find another way. At this point, he had to hear an answer. Any answer. And if he couldn’t reach the goddess himself, then he would force her to look for him.

“I will return the El to the goddess.”

Even if it means destroying the goddess’s beloved Elrios.  If I can reach her… it’ll be worth any sin.

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translation by yours truly editing courtesy of @blazingsnark

note: these are heavily edited and are not direct translations but we did our best to stay true to the source while not sounding like complete garbage -- enjoy!

[funkle420]

Turbo Granny blunt rotation WIP

[limitlessdanceaz]

Friday schedule/Horario del viernes

Jazz beginner level 8-11 yr old 5-6pm

Jazz beginner level 6-8 yr old 6-7pm

Students will learn basic jazz techniques (such as leaps, turns, and kicks), in addition to terminology, which will improve coordination, rhythm, balance, flexibility, and confidence. They will also learn to combine movement together to create dances.

Los estudiantes aprenderán técnicas básicas de jazz (como saltos, giros y patadas), además de terminología, que mejorarán la coordinación, el ritmo, el equilibrio, la flexibilidad y la confianza. También aprenderán a combinar el movimiento para crear bailes.

[death-himself]

as someone who’s a very casual watcher viewer (i don’t think i’ve watched any videos in months) as well as being a media major, this situation is so fascinating to me

ghost files costing $50k per episode??? 25 employees??? what do you need a director for to make survival mode? it’s literally just a lets play

seeing people break down their expenses with flight costs, rooming, etc. is really interesting too, i need to ask my professor about this situation, it’s just so wild to me

[red1sart]

el wanpiss

[chronurgy]

Gortash designs and builds mechanisms so I imagine he has to be able to sketch fairly decently in order to sketch his projects and designs. And I'm imagining a pile of charcoal sketches of Durge, done over their entire acquaintance, starting out with sketches of them in battle and then slowly becoming more detailed and intimate and as they do, the titles changing from things like "The Bhaalspawn" and "Bhaal's Chosen at Their Bloody Work" to "The Chosen in Contemplation" and finally just Durge's name

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

*tries to organize my thoughts*

*remembers i'm not in school and therefore beholden to neither heaven nor hell nor any man's grading system*

*joyously shredding & tossing all my carefully arranged 3x5 mental notecards into the air like so much beige confetti. raising my arms in victory, cheering raucously until i accidentally inhale bits of homemade confetti*

(*coughing up itty bits of paper like a cat evicting a hairball with a firm understanding of tenants' rights*) wait wat happens next

[pinktrapped]

AND THEN I SAW HER FACE NOW I'M A BELIEVER

[fatuismooches]

I found your Dottore w playable reader stuff and it's been taking over my brain. nf!!but if you could give us a few more silly headcanons? Love ur writing btw 🥹

Dream Chaser's Blight: An ancient weapon that was once used to protect a certain scholar from ages past and to forge a path towards their shared dreams. He has carefully preserved it so that the wielder can use it once more... even though they can no longer perform that duty.

Fly or Fall: HP is increased by X%. When an Elemental Skill hits opponents or heals allies for the first time, the next character that is swapped to will have their CRIT Rate increased by X% and CRIT DMG increased by X%.

Weapon Description: The sound of his fellow peer's humming had become commonplace to the youth. In particular, it always happened when they were carefully cleaning their weapon after a battle, mostly with Ruin Machines that needed to be dismantled with minimal damage... occasionally other unscrupulous people. At the beginning of their budding relationship, the grumpy scholar paid little attention to their fiddling, but as of late, he had taken notice of how his partner's usually tender hands glided along the weapon with ease. The lovely scholar quickly noticed with a smile and inquired of him:

"What, are you interested in my expert skills now? Or- don't tell me, you wish to learn?"

The man clicked his tongue in false disinterest, to which his companion chuckled. They beckoned him further, agreeing that teaching him some basic combat would be wise. After all, despite his high intelligence getting him out of ninety-nine percent of situations, the one percent was certainly something he should plan for. However, unbeknownst to the young man's lover, perhaps he felt a twinge in his chest at the sight of their occasional cuts and bruises. Regardless, before he could finish his thought, something was hurled at him and he had mere moments to catch it.

His so-called beloved had thrown their weapon at him out of nowhere and he could hardly hold it up, all while they were laughing. They just wanted to test his reaction time, they reasoned, sauntering up to him and then relieving him of the weapon's weight, easily maneuvering it to their will.

"Why, you can hardly hold it up, can you? Too heavy, eh? Unsurprising, I know there's a reason I have to haul your items around... but don't worry too much. Until you obtain the powers of the Gods... anyone who hurts my ███ will have to answer to me. But even after, they still will!"

However, an unlived eternity came with nearly insurmountable change for the man's once cheery classmate. Having not picked up a weapon in centuries, the promise was lost to time.

But one day the tired soul questioned their darling, surprised that he had held on to their centuries-old weapon, which had somehow not decayed by now. In turn, he responded that he had preserved all of their belongings from long ago as best as he could. Their weapon in particular was kept in pristine condition, remembering all the opportunities it provided for him. A glimmer of excitement appeared in his love's eyes as they asked if they could hold the weapon once more, to which he hesitantly agreed. But it had hardly made it into his beloved's hands before they nearly toppled over with the weight.

"W-Was it always that heavy...?"

The patient's question was only met with silent sadness and fury from the doctor.

[faunandfloraas]

The Nobleman or 양반 (yangban): The smiling face represents the bluff and composure that an aristocrat is often known to have. The chin is a separate piece from the top of the mask, and the actors can lean forward and back to make the mask smile or frown as needed.

This monk who abandons his doctrines, or 취발이 (chwibari): Chwibari was originally a monk, but he had no intention of joining the monastic order, so he came down to the world and wanders. Represented with a forehead full of wrinkles and spots.

The widow or, 부네 (Punae/bune): represented to be a widow, or a kisaeng ( a woman who sang, danced, or played an instrument to provide entertainment for company at a drinking party), or a mistress of the Yangban. She has a very small mouth, round cheeks and forehead- giving a general look of happiness good-humor.

[class-of-classic-blog]

Hear me out, HEAR ME OUT-

What If ...

Wolf: Hey Reddie?

Red: Mm?

Wolf: Does your grandmother have one of these "Oh what a misfortune, my dear husband had just mysteriously died and left me with lots of money and a mansion" nightgown?

Red: ... what?

Wolf: You know, one of these lavish long nightgowns with fluffy sleeves that rich widows wear in murder mystery shows? What are the chances that you can get me one of those to wear when we do our story?

Red: Why do you need that?

Wolf: Well Huntsman has been annoying me with how his destiny is to be a hero and I'm the big bad villain and how he will kill me and blah blah blah. So I decided to mess with him a little bit during our story and I think it would be pretty funny to ruin his little heroic moment-

Red: what color?

Wolf: What?

Red: What color do you want your nightgown to be?

Wolf: :D

So then you have the huntsman just bargain in the grandmother's house prepared to save Red from the big bad wolf and find Wolf in this

Huntsman is confused as fuck

Wolf is giving it his best performance trying to flutter huntsman as much as possible

Red is trying really fucking hard not to burst out laughing

And grandma is in the closet not having a clue about what is going on

lol

[oceanwithouthermoon]

ive had several people tell me that my take on teruhashi is overdramatized but like. it genuinely isnt and i say that with my whole chest.

i KNOW that the girls in saiki k are written pretty stereotypically and yeah im 100% sure that asou didnt really mean to make his character a deep take on beauty standards and misogyny, but he was writing a parodied take on the perfect girl trope and focused a lot on how people objectify her and how shes never truly satisfied because shes always trying to fit what men want from her... so thats how it turned out. im not overdramatizing it, im just using more descriptive terms for it 🤷🏻‍♀️

[scooterscoob]

hear me out. the scene in part 20 where arthur and john find lily grasping onto life and they decide to end its misery? after that john asks: "is it an odd feeling?" and when arthur asks what he says "my tears." this scene fascinates me!! i'd like to see you draw john crying tears out of arthur's eyes if it makes sense 🙏

goodbye lily. goodbye faroe.

[limitlessdanceaz]

Saturday schedule/Horario del sábado

Tap beginning level 1pm-1:45pm

Tap dance is a percussive style that originated in the United States in the 1700s and is practiced using shoes with metal plates to create sound. Our tap classes draw from both Broadway and contemporary Rhythm-Tap styles and emphasize precision and musicality. Classes begin with foot isolating warm-ups, progress to rhythm and step-based skill building in the center of the room, and end with traveling across the floor. Students will also learn choreography.

El claqué es un estilo de percusión que se originó en los Estados Unidos en la década de 1700 y se practica usando zapatos con placas de metal para crear sonido. Nuestras clases de claqué se basan tanto en Broadway como en estilos contemporáneos de Rhythm-Tap y enfatizan la precisión y la musicalidad. Las clases comienzan con calentamientos de aislamiento de pies, progreso al ritmo y desarrollo de habilidades basadas en pasos en el centro de la sala, y terminan viajando por el piso. Los estudiantes también aprenderán coreografía.

[spectralsails]

a completely normal and happy family

[stick-by-me]

Chococat, yummy cat!

New follower sticker for: @mewnicorn!

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