#eleet

[eleetcovergirl]

💚🍀💚🍀💚🍀💚🍀💚🍀💚🍀💚 #Esthetic 🎼 ✅️(Tracklist)📗 💚🍀💚🍀💚🍀💚🍀💚🍀💚🍀💚 This is the part when I start Standing on What Ive been saying🍀💚I know I have what it takes to create a Hit Record for a Artist,all I need is for someone to believe in my Vision,and give me a chance...ITS TIME.... The showcase begins Now!!! (1 of Many to Come) . . Note👉🏽Im am now a virtual Metaverse Artist via #Secondlife Virtual world. But i specialize in Music Production & Song writing when it comes to music. (The Goal is to showcase the vision) . #newartist #metaverseartist #chameleonrecords #Greenhair #Eleet #eleetlucheonnie #greenhaircommunity #esthetic #newalbum #newproject #music #musicproducer #songwriter #ghostwriter #penpusher #rapsinger #rapfame #rapfameapp #femalerapper #femalerap #femaletalent #nickiminaj #lilkim #missyelliott #icespice #cardib #dojacat ##songstress (at Esthétic) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp5T4XMO0M9/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[eventproducer]

A Brand Is To A Business, What Reputation Is To A Person

What is it that takes a business from rags to riches amidst of cut-throat competition? The answer is quite simple if we attend to the pillars on which a company stands – core idea, target, manpower and the art of exhibiting it in an exclusive way that is “Brand Recognition”.

Experts To Guide Your Smart Work

Our company is joyfully dedicated towards providing its clients with effective, time-saving and purposeful guidance in order to enhance the ability of the consumers to identify your brand distinctly.

A pivotal role of Kiren Australia is to do marketing for our clients’ company. We have been fortunate to have worked with many revered businesses such as –

Nache Group, A1A Homes, Aussizz Group, Eleet Group (Real Estate Company), Guara Homes (Construction Business), BM Tiles, Victoria Outdoors, Manhari Metals, etc.

Working since 2007 in this field it is evident that being listed into one of the leading brand recognition companies is no toddler’s job.

Dedicated to grow your firm is not only a tagline but a commitment pouring out of bona fide professional skills.

[kainicowrites]

Forging Sparks pt. 1

The fae I knelt beside was covered in ash and soot with burns down their left arm and hand. They were wheezing slightly, eyes closed against the sun overhead. Clearly having given up on fleeing. There was nothing I could do for them except drag them behind a building, hopefully out of harm’s way. 

Everywhere I looked, a blazing inferno. Walking down the streets, I was greeted with screams as another fire sparked in front of a group of individuals trying to escape. A quick glance of my surroundings told me the eyes that were the same color as mine weren’t looking. Nor were any of her followers. I absorbed the fire into myself, creating an opening for those fleeing. There was no use attempting to convince my mother to stop what she was doing, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t minimize the damage. 

I peered around a small shack, a bone-chilling view unfolding in front of me. My mother, fiery red hair matching the flames shooting out of her hands, surrounded by orcs, mutants, and half breeds. All the outcasts in one place. All following one woman. My mother. 

Individuals in blue and grey uniforms fought my mother and her followers. Mother was out numbered and nearly surrounded, but her flames continued to burn. Fear rattled inside me at the thought of her noticing that I was not assisting in the fight. Electricity coursed through me, tingling at my fingertips. That fear ignited when a ball of fire flew directly at me, narrowly missing my head. 

The harsh, booming voice that raised me echoed against the buildings, “Why aren’t you fighting!”

I forced myself not to shrink back, but my voice came out meek, “I never wanted to kill innocents.”

Even though she had her eyes trained on me, she was still dodging and fighting those around her, “Do they look innocent? They would kill everyone here if given the chance!”

A figure dressed in black and grey, probably a higher ranked individual, fighting Mother with an unseen power, shouted, “That is not true! We are only here to stop your destruction!”

I absorbed more of the scene unfolding in front of me, some uniformed individuals helped those injured or trying to run. Others with water or air magic were trying to put out Mother’s fires. 

“Don’t let them trick you, foolish child! I raised you to fight for the cause! Now, fight!”

Lightning sparked and zapped from my hands, as red as my eyes. I could tell I was about to lose control, but I bit it down, dampening my magic. I locked eyes with my mother, silently pleading. 

She shook her head and spared a glance around the village, noting how dwindled her followers had become. “All forces retreat! To me!” She spun around spewing fire, creating a ring between her followers and the others, me included. Before those with water magic could begin to put out the fires, Atri, Mother’s second in command, split the ground behind the flames, creating a rift ten feet across. When the flames were finally squashed, Mother and her followers were long gone, most likely transported through a portal of Eleet’s creation. My mother had amassed a crew of powerful magic wielder’s and Eleet’s power was the most rare. Teleportation through rifts in the planes of this world. 

I closed my eyes and unleashed my magic, screaming to the sky and falling to my knees, knowing I’d been left behind. When I opened them, I expected to find a group of unconscious individuals, electrocuted, but instead I found that my lightning had been contained by a wall of hard magic. 

I wiped away the single tear that had escaped and met eyes of two different colors. One so grey it could be black, the other a rust orange. “That is some power you’ve got there. I nearly could not contain it all.”

Voice hoarse from screaming, “Who are you?”

“I am Hawx. We are here to help.” They gestured around at a group carrying an injured fae on a stretcher. 

I spoke through gritted teeth, “Looks can be deceiving.”

“I agree with you there. Though actions are a tell of who someone really is and these individuals only want to help. I only want to help.” They paused, looking me in the eye once more, “What do you want to do, young one?”

“I-I…I don’t know.” I knew my mother was cruel, but I never thought she would leave me behind. 

The fae warrior spoke again, “Come with us. We can help you master your powers.”

I stared at my hands and ground my teeth, unsure what to do. I certainly did not desire another mentor, but they seemed nice enough and they could provide the shelter I needed. Lost and without another option, “Fine, but I don’t need training.”

“Everyone needs training, but we will see how you settle in first.”

[spiritusfabellas]

Guess I should take part to this as well.

En tiedä mikä lopulta sai mut kääntymään kääryleeksi, mutta lopulta isoin syy miksi jäin on tämä fandom. Meemit antaa potkua ja upeita kääntöpuolia ja elän niille. Olin jo kääryle ennen Euroviisu finaaleja vaikken UMK:ta seuraakaan. Menin oma-alotteisesti katsomaan semifinaali esityksen ja ne ilmeet ja eleet taisi siinä vangita. Mutta hienointa kieltämättä on ollut todistaa Käärijän muuttumista soft boista horny deviliksi. Katsoin kaikki Yle livet, perehdyin vähän musaan, villiinnyin itsekin Tavastian keikasta. Nyt 6kk tätä hommaa katseltuani, tuhrusteltuani enemmän kuin liikaa fanarttia, nähtyäni liian monta hyvää meemiä mitkä ovat pitkittäneet mun menemistä nukkumaan voin tunnustaa haluavani jo vakavasti edes yhdelle keikalle viimein ja uskon ettei sen jälkeen ole enää paluuta. Siis en tiedä mikä siinä green goblin boleromanissa on, mutta tätä Suomi ja me kaivattiin! ✨️

[shakertwelve]

circus and the eleet

[hiidenneiti]

Tällä hetkellä lukemassa — Emmanuel Le Roy Ladurie: Montaillou. Ranskalainen kylä 1294-1324. Suomennos Marja Itkonen-Kaila. Otava, 1984.

Montaillou on pieni kylä ylhäällä Pyreneillä. 1200-luvulla sitä ravisteli kataarilaisuus, "hyvän ymmärtäminen". Se kukistettiin inkvisition voimin. Kuulusteluja johti piispa Jacques Fournier, ja hän halusi tietää kaiken: kyläläisten tavat ja himot, sisimmät ajatukset ja salaisuudet. Kun tarmokkaasta piispasta sittemmin tuli paavi, pöytäkirjat kulkeutuivat Vatikaanin arkistoihin. Ne ovat tämän teoksen perustana. Ainutlaatuisesta aineistosta syntyy elävä, verevä kuva menneisyydestä: seitsemänsadan vuoden takaa talonpojat ja paimenet ojentavat kätensä ja kertovat. Näemme heidän todellisen elämänsä, työnsä, kyyneleet ja eleet, ajan kierron, iltanuotion ja kuoleman. Näemme naisia rakastavan ja kirkon kanssa kahta peliä pelaavan papin, Pierre Clerguen klaaneineen, kuulemme talonpoikien keskustelevan jalavan alla kymmenyksistä ja Jumalasta, pohdimme Grazide Rivesin kanssa voiko nautinto olla syntiä, seuraamme vapaan lammaspaimenen Pierre Mauryn laajoja vaelluksia.

[fabulous-tedcrunch]

Then there's old Gloppy Daniels. He doesn't remember his real first name because he's been called Gloppy as far back as he can remember. But he does know the reason for his name: he glops his coffee. He said, "Some others quaff, slurp, or guzzle it. Then some others raise their little pinkie as they grip the dainty handle of the bone china cup between their thumb and other fingers, and sip it. Them's are the eleets, I calls 'em."

[b-galleria]

Nuutti Maikola: To place in a memory, note B-gallerian Projektitila 14.11.–1.12.2024 Avajaiset ke 13.11.2024 klo 18–20

Pidän haahuilusta iltayhdeksän ja keskiyön välillä, kun kaupunki hiljenee. Maisema on haikea ja sininen, kaupunki on läsnä, mutta kylmä. Laitakaupungissa ei ole liikaa ihmisiä toisin kuin keskustassa. Vastaantulijat ovat Edward Hopperin Soir Bleun hahmoja, myös minä.

To place in a memory, note on tehty B-gallerian Projektitilan näyttelytilaa mukaillen ja pyrkien hyödyntämään tilassa olevia elementtejä. Näyttelyssä on esillä maalauksia sekä toimistotarvikkeista ja metallilistoista koostuva veistosinstallaatio.

Nuutti Maikola on vantaalaislähtöinen kuvataiteilija, joka opiskelee kolmatta vuotta kuvataidetta Turun Taideakatemiassa. Maikola työskentelee maalauksen, veiston ja installaation keinoin. Ennalta-arvattavat muodot, pienet ja hienovaraiset eleet, reunat ja linjat ovat olennaisia ja toistuvia elementtejä työskentelyssä.

Avajaiset keskiviikkona 13.11. klo 18–20. Tervetuloa!

Instagram: @mai.kola

[tndblazer-blog]

Complete power move, one many army upper cuts a local alliance

[eleetcovergirl]

Happy Green Day🍀Today I Hit a Milestone🤗📗My Green Hair has been Trademarked since 2013 & Today Marks 10 years of me wearing green Hair Permanently."For my Legacy I hope to always be remembered on this very Day"💚 St. Patrick's Day!The Day you must wear something Green🍀 . . #greenhaircommunity #Greenhair #Eleet #Trademark #hair #green #smiles #happy #stpatricksday #stpattys #greenqueen #greenasthetic #esthetic #newartist #metaverseartist #haireditorial #photography #instagood #instamood #glamour #beauty #golden #face #milestone #Teamgreen #eleetlucheonnie #hairstyles #hairporn #hairart (at Team Green) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp5Mck9ux2D/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[walkingphotos]

Today's Walking Photo: Make no mistake, I’m not one to support littering…but if I came across this ridiculous “creative” misspelling, let’s just say I’d be inclined to give it pretty much the same treatment.

[encyclopediacr]

Simul-sliced!

Tonight is Generation Nord, the prequel one-shot to the inimitable NordVerse! As always, the wiki has some articles for you:

NordVerse—yes, there is an article on the NordVerse! If you need a refresher on these eleet hackers and their slicing adventures, that's the place to go.

Sam's ads, for a listing of the increasingly complicated ad segments through (so far!) Campaigns 2 and 3.

If you want to familiarize yourself with the guest players:

Aimee Carrero, known to us as Opal in Exandria Unlimited and Exandria Unlimited: Kymal. Did you know: she also appears in a Sam ad bit from Campaign 2?

Lou Wilson, known to us as Nydas Okiro in Exandria Unlimited: Calamity.

Christian Navarro, appearing on the channel for the first time as a player! He moderated the SDCC panel this past summer.

A reminder that Daylight Savings Time ended in the United States earlier this week, setting all American clocks back an hour. So, check your time zones! Generation Nord airs at 7pm PT.

[nomeido]

Me at 3 am yesterday: ok but what if each dr student was a social media celebrity

[sunday]

Treat yo self

[ladyloveandjustice]

I was like ‘wow lowbie is a stupid word did Mitch just make that up on the fly” but NO apparently it’s a real ELEET ONLINE TERM

Noun. lowbie (plural lowbies) (online gaming, informal) A low-level character in an MMORPG.

See this is why I’ll never be a real gamer. how can i keep up with this.