#firery sky

[moocfitab]

You guys ever think abt the fact that while he was a wolf- Fenris had nobody.

No human could understand him.. Vikesh was dead, and No other wolfs wanted him in their pack, recognizing the bastardized version of Delta's power.. He was alone, after being surrounded by people for so long.. He was a lone wolf.

Until, he met a human that was nice, one with firery red hair that treated him with kindness, took care of him.. The two were friends for a while, until he was alone again..

Do you ever think abt the fact that He must have gotten so used to being alone?

He had met a bear for a little while, the creature treating him with kindness he hadn't had for so long.. He had hoped this one would stay.. But they didn't...

Then he was alone again, do you ever think about how the gods didn't even know how long he wandered, slowly forgetting who he was, who his loved ones were.. He forgot he was ever human in the first place..

You ever think about the fact that the only instinct he had was to from the rain inside a shallow cave..

You ever think about the fact that he stayed in there for *gods know how long* before another Human, one with hair darker than the midnight sky and a bright lantern ventured into the cave.. This human was kind, giving him steak and bringing him to the warm place..

You ever think about the fact that- For the first time in a long time, he had a name again.

Void

It wasn't his real name, something deep in his chest told him that, but it was his name..

You ever think about the fact that this human treated him with kindness? A wolf who had been shunned by all the other wolfs.

You ever think about the fact that Void probably felt like they had finally found a pack member? After being alone for so long?

Star took care of void, playing in the snow, feeding him meat that tasted better than he had ever tasted before..

Star would lock himself away.. Void wanted to follow, to lay on the starmans chest and show him the appreciation he felt, but every night, the iron door would stay locked..

Void probably thought that this routine was simple, it was nice.. He took care of Star, just as much as Star took care of him.. Like a real pack member would.

Then, a library, one that smelt of old books and parchment paper..

Star read a book, a book that seemed so familiar to the wolf but he couldn't place his paw on it.. Until Star read that name..

"Vikesh"

Void felt himself grow, the normal wolf form he had been used to now changed, back into his old body- one he didn't remember, his own skin felt foreign to him.. He was no longer Void, to Star- To *Rae* he was Wolf..

You ever think about the fact that for the first time in what felt like eons, he was a person to someone again..?

...Yeah no, me neither. :]

[handmaiden-maize]

[Its a pretty slow day when you see a young man with a satchel and firery orange hair trudging through the ruins, examining stones]

[A shadow passes over you, and there's a sudden loud thud directly behind you, a helmeted woman with large mechanical wings seemingly having been tackled out of the sky by a similar figure. They shriek at eachother, reminiscent of vultures fighting over food.]

[ssheepie]

Decided to give writing a go, so where to start other than the beginning. Well, more so an interpretation of how I envision it. Drew a little sketch to accompany it cuz it felt right.

Surrounded by the darkness of the void floats a lone angel with hair as firery as the passion burning within. Feeling dejected with occupied arms, they wished they had asked for some assistance in executing their plans. Fortunately, they spot a spark against the inky sky.

"Hey! Could you lend me a helping hand?" They yell into the distance.

As quick as light, the angelic figure appears beside them. "Why, hello there, how could I be of help?"

"If you could just" they say shoving a scroll to the other's chest "I mean I know I'm responsible for all of this but one would assume someone would've wanted to join to experience this. I mean with how extraordinary it is going to be, you'd think everyone would be interested. Yea, open it up and hold it just like that, yes."

The angel mindlessly unravel the scroll enraptured by their rambling as they wind up the scroll with their hand crank.

"Is that all?" They say.

"Oh no, we're just getting started. This is the fun bit. I've been waiting for this since...well, always really"

"Oh wow, um.. hello, I'm Aziraphale. " they introduce themselves intrigued by what's about to occur.

"Right, yes, great meeting you. Shall we start?" They pose the question but continue before the angel could reply. "Let there be matter. Let there me gravity. Let there be everything from page something to the end." declared the unnamed angel as they flip through the pages of their book.

As they ended, silence fill the space between them.

"Is something sup-"

"Oh yea, how could I forget. Silly me. And let there be Light"

With a snap, an explosion occurs in the distance, splattering a plethora of colours contrasting against the black void. Stars and planets, all sprouting out from the source as they decorate the night sky.

The red head squeals as they see all their plans come to life.

"Look at you. You're gorgeous!"

Being pulled from the moment, heat rises to Aziraphale's cheeks as they glance over at them to express gratitude for the complement before shying away, realising it wasn't directed towards them. They look back at the view fidgeting with their fingers and could only stare at its magnificence, feeling grateful that they had decided to travel in this direction.

[technically-a-kiwi]

What are you ? (🌌 True cosmic 🌌)

"Today was one shitty day alright" though Maurice completely soaked by the raging storm outside.

He sighs in exasperation as he realises he left the door unlocked yet again… shucks… at least today, he didn’t go out and gamble all his salary away, that’s a step up, nor did he say anything mean to his coworkers… well he didn’t start any conversation to begin with… but it counts ! So today wasn’t complete garbage…

Slowly dripping water everywhere, Maurice gets to his room to change, he groawns as he thinks of all this water he'll need to clean off the floor…

He changes all his cloths, but he’s still not completely dried up and shakes from the cold atmosphere, he will 100% catch pneumonia if he doesn’t do anything he thinks …

Then, Maurice has an idea, use the pizza oven his nana gifted him as a repurposed fireplace, yes that’s a great idea ! He thought very strongly.

From his last match and broken wood table, he starts a tiny fire, a fire slowly warming the poor man's body... And after that, another bright idea : Warm the water for his pastas with the fire from the oven. Maurice fills a pan with water, puts it where you would put the pizza and waits, all the while being warmed up by the fire.

The fire was so hypnotic, so warm... Maurice slowly closed his eyes and given himself up to sleep...

A nice little nap

After a though day

...

...

WAKE UP !!! DON'T YOU KNOW HOW DANGEROUS IT IS-A TO LEAVE A PIZZA OVEN UNSUPERVISED ??!!!

The sudden loud screaming woke Maurice up with a start, he jumps as he sees a huge flaming figure. The figure looked like it was trying to put out a fire with a bucket of water, the flames comming from the oven looked like it spreaded out past the oven, a little more and it might have caught Maurice's chair...

Maurice screams and shakes in terror as he looks at the huge firery and bright being standing in front of him... The figure stops, and looks behind him...

"Oh no !" says the being, he takes a deep breath... and starts to adopt much more cooler colors, and a smoother body...

"Scusi amico, I tend to lose-a shape when under pressure... hehe" Says the being, scratching his head, looking all nervous

Maurice stops shaking... he can't believe his eyes, he recognizes the being... and in a furious frown, he yells " YOU AGAIN ?!! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE YOU STUPID SPARKLY GHOST !!!"

The being was in fact the cosmic chef all along...

The chef expected such a reaction from Maurice "Well, that's a weird way to say hello..." he says "Way to talk to the being who just-a prevented you from catching on fire..." he says, arms crossed.

"I- I what ?!" says Maurice, not realising in what danger he was in...

The chef puts the water bucket in his pocket... "But anyway, I'm not here-a to be your guardian angel, I want-a to tell you som-" He his cut short

"NO, I ALREADY TOLD YOU LAST TIME I DON'T WANT ANYTHING TO DO WITH YOU, LEAVE ME ALONE" Yells Maurice, furious while rising from his chair.

"Okay, okay, but let me tell-" the chef is cut short yet again...

"NO, LEAVE !" Maurice says pointing the door.

"But-"

"LEAVE"

"I just-"

"LEAVE !!!"

"But I-"

"LEAVE I TELL YOU-" Maurice is interupted as the chef grabs his mouth, pulls it and rip it right of... Maurice is now mouthless and can't say a word.

"Alright, now if you want-a your mouth-a back, you'll listen with-a the upmost attention." Says the chef, disintegrating Maurice's mouth in his hand.

Maurice agrees all panicked and wide eyed, he didn't think this lava lamp looking cook had such abilities.

"Great" says the chef, "Please have a sit."

As he looks behind him, Maurice realise his chair is not here anymore, in fact, it looks like he isn't in his kitchen anymore... Somehow, he teleported in a... restaurant ? Memories from the past come back, it looked roughly like his nana's pizzeria, but... from the floor to the celling you could see a stary sky, it made Maurice a little dizzy... What is this place ?

"Oh right, hum... this is-a my pizzeria Maurice, I thought it-a be nice if we went in a "safer place" " says the chef "Now come on have a sit"

Maurice sits on a red leather chair, a little concerned at what is happening.

"Okay Maurice..." says the chef while smiling, "Since our last meeting, I observed-a you from the stars, whatching your behavior"

Maurice frowns and tries to say something... What do you mean you observed me ? WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE ?! But with no mouth, not a word could be heard...

"Epepep, Save your questions for-a later..." says the chef putting his finger on where Maurice's mouth should be... "I'm glade I continued watching you, you're quite an interesting man"

Maurice looks confused, who does this guy think he is to casually spy on his life ? He points at his head, hoping this being starts to read his mind

"I don't understand... why are you so interested in me, who are you?" he thinks

"Oh, you- you don't remember ?" Says the chef, a little confused

Loose memories of the night they met resonates inside Maurice's head, he remember hearing he's some kind of cosmic chef, *something* Spaghetti... he still doesn't understand why they have the same last name...To Maurice, the cosmic chef is just some kind of insane ghost of his ancestors comming to haunt him for not following the pizza way...

"Oh dio MIO, again ?!" says the chef completely done with this stupid assumptions and flamming up "Okay, first of all, the right-a question is not "who am I" but "what am I", and I'm neither-a your ancestor, or a ghost, or a dream, or an illusion ! I'm..."

He sighs, rubing his eyes "You know what, maybe... maybe, just this-a time, speech won't be enough..."

The room goes dark, the ground disappears... Maurice is now floating in what feels and looks like the void

in the darkness, a tiny blue flame lights up

a loud voice resonates...

You don't-a know what I am...

But I know you very well... do you know why ?

The flames come closer to Maurice, it slowly expands... And bursts into a blazing wall, ingolfing the poor man, but not burning him

I saw everything, from-a your begining to your end

well... sort of, it's a little complicated...

The flames rises up, seperating into what looks like bands of photographic film, slowly forming a humanoid looking figure

Your-a soul has no secrets for-a me, nor the world around-a you

Because, believe it or-a not, I made-a your world, I made-a your being

The humanoid flame fully take shape, it's the cosmic chef but... he's now far more otherworldly... imposing, his body doesn't look like it has joints anymore, shifting like a flame, colors far more plentiful and eyes looking like an optical illusion... his blinding body makes it hard to see his full grasp...

He mysteriously appears behind Maurice, putting his spaghetti arm on his shoulder

I can change the way you look, did-a you know that ?

With those words, Maurice starts to twist like a spring, get's alongated, shrinks back, turns into a mouse, an elephant, a fish even, changes into all sorts of colors, turns into a vase, a guitare. He turns into a younger version of himself, an older one too, and finally, the cosmic chef crushs Maurice's body between his palms, turning back into himself, completly unscathed by all those transformations...

The chef let's go, leaving Maurice to float away again

And that's-a not even a fraction of what I can-a do amico ! Not even the surface !

The chef lightly blows the tip of his finger and a tiny tiny flame blazes up, which then turns into a plank of wood, a metal bar, a imposing sea that ingolfs the defenceless man, the sea then shifts into a tiny glasse of water, dollars, tiny gemstones and finally, a single drop of... gasoline ?

Oh uh... whoops, it was ment-a to be perfum... you didn't-a see anything !

the chef grabs the drop of gasoline and turns it into a chair, it comes to Maurice to make him sit...

*Sigh* just to say, I'm-a no being from-a your plain, I am above matter, above-a the mind

As a big finish, the chef's mighty being towers everything, Maurice can't even begin to grasp who... no... what he's watching...

I am Peppino Spaghetti, the mighty cosmic chef, creator of worlds and realities.

with his hand he holds the miniscule chair, looking down at the miniscule man...

Now tell me Maurice, what am I ?

Part 2

[fr-likes-chocolate]

because I have a crippiling addiction to both Sky: COTL and Philza, I have made a fan-made Sky season about Phil’s hardcore lore!

✧Welcome to the Season of Dieties!✧

♡Philza♡

The deity guide has recently stumbled upon a hidden cove brimming with many secrets to uncover, and he is asking for your help!

✾Rose✾

As you begin to explore the cove, you wander around the small island at it’s center, fillies with flowers and all other matters of flora. Whats this? It'd the guardian of the island, flowering Garden-keeper! She is the calmest of the spirits who reside here, and offers you to stay in her sanctuary as long as you like.

♒︎Ocean overlord♒︎

While you sit in the sanctuary, you catch a glimpse of something sparkling in the water. Diving down reveals a spectacular monument with glittering coral. You have now entered into the realm of the Headstrong Diver! He shows you around the monument, proud of his work. He is kind, but a little forgetful, he forgets that you need air at times… never mind that!

❂Blaze empress❂

Moving on, you decide to look in the caves, which wind down into a volcanic cavern below the cove. Here lies the Firery Torch Bearer, a close companion of the Flowery garden-keeper. She is distrustful of you at first but after learning that you have earned the friendship of her friend, she instantly warms up to you.

✧The Ender King✧

Finally, after going back to the surface, you discover that the deity guide has gone to explore the dark floating island above the cove. The other spirits warn you that it is dangerous to go up there, but you are determined to find your friend, so off you go!

The top of the island resides a palace with many treasures, and there upon the throne is the Greedy Crystal Keeper. He must know where the diety guide is right? Well regardless of that point, he is vicious and wants to take your light for himself! Best be careful…

[lewisdidthat]

Max went over to George after the race and started blaming him for their accident, called him a dickhead as George started to walk away, and of course now Max fans are fighting with George fans and also looping Lewis into it (bc ofc, they have to). Pretty much everyone (including the Sky commentators) agree that Max has done it himself but when it happens to him, he complains. Horner (even tho I think he does agree that Max shouldn't have reacted that way) also suggested in an interview that it was a good thing George didn't take his helmet off or Max would have punched him, so you know, just typical RB spreading violence type shit.

this is vile. why is everyone in f1 like ‘haha classic max he’s such a firery hotheaded guy’ and not ‘omg this guy could actually assault someone on and off track’

[dan-the-adiposer]

'Will and Power' - A Platonic Housamo!Bloom and Kengo Takabushi Oneshot

The air of the academy's campus is calm, a slight brush of wind caressing the metal and causing the leaves to sway. The sun shines high in the sky, warming the stone floor and bouncing to make it shine a much brighter grey. Though things may seem peaceful, there's quite the bit of activity happening…

A muscular man's hand narrowly misses slamming against the therian's soft body and fur. The human's heavy movement pushes his messy hair out of its short, upright position. "Not bad." He smirks, cracking his neck as he brings himself back up. The therian's smile pushes up the raw skin exposed as scars. "Of course not, Kengo. Are you unaware of the phrase 'a good defence makes a good offence'?"

Kengo's eyes shoot to the side as he scoffs. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Let's finish this round already." He cracks his knuckles before going back in. The two go head-to-head, Kengo's strikes heavy-hitting but seemingly struggling to land against the therian's nimble movements. He squints, a thought entering his mind. There might be somethin' to it…

Kengo's posture adjusts slightly, awaiting their move instead. When the therian goes for the attack - attempting to pounce on Kengo's uncharacteristic repose - Kengo manages to take a hold of their arm and slam them onto the ground. "And you're down!" Kengo grins, turning around and approaching a nearby bench. "Moritaka, we gotta rest up."

Moritaka groans as he slowly picks himself up, stumbling his way to the same bench. The two of them pick up their respective water bottles and begin to swallow down. Moritaka takes this moment to surround himself with the quiet soundscape, his sensitive ears picking up a distant bonging noise, twitching.

"What's up, Mori?" Kengo asks, wiping the sweat off his forehead with a handtowel. The therian's tail is more upright as he crosses his arms. "Do you not hear that noise?" His voice tinges. Kengo raises a brow, listening out. "You mean the basketball? Didn't know anyone practiced at this hour."

Kengo's eyes squint as he shades them from the sun, looking across from the general area and looking at the basketball court…

---

Practicing in the court is the girl and member of the 'Winx Club', codename: 'Bloom'. In contrast with her firery red hair, her focused eyes display a light blue hue. Her hands grip onto the ball and slam it into the ground, keeping a rhythm as she approaches the hoop. She takes her shot and it just barely clips against the edge, bouncing off and falling all the way back to the ground.

She lets out a sigh. "Okay, then I try again!" She runs back over to the ball. She keeps it firmly in her hands as she backs all the way to the other hoop. When she's backed the whole way, she hits it against the ground and starts dribbling again. She runs over and makes her shot again, smiling as it seems to be just the right tradjectory… before it hits against the back of the frame, bouncing off and falling all the way back down.

"No…" Her hand shoves itself into her messy fringe, her head shaking. She's about to walk back over to the ball before she hears a voice in the distance. "'Ey!" It sounds kind of harsh, like a voice one would imagine from a typical rugby player. Her head tilts behind her as she looks at the man.

The man's smile and closed eyes give her a good impression. She takes a small glance over the rest of his appearance, seeing as his t-shirt is hardly doing any work of hiding just how built this man is. He must do that intentionally. In comparison, her build is mostly unassuming, a chubby but still active girl.

The man looks at her for a moment, blinking as he tries to figure out something. Bloom shares in this confused staring, before shaking her head. "Oh, right. Don't worry, I speak Japanese." She laughs, scratching the back of her head.

"Got it." He then proceeds to laugh at himself, facepalming a bit. "Didn't wanna seem like an arse." Bloom holds up her hands, waving them as she laughs along. "I'm used to it. You get it a lot when you're adopted.

"Name's Kengo, by the way. Don't gotta call me anything else." Kengo's eyes mosey their way over Bloom's shoulder, eyeing the basketball on the floor. "You play basketball, huh?" Bloom glances at it, giving a slight shrug.

"Not really, I like it to keep active but I'm not on a team or anything. Oh, and my name is Bloom." She answers, her eyes darting to the side as she attempts to act nonchalant. "Active, huh? How about some sparrin'?" Kengo presses his palm against his opposite hand, craching his wrist. "I think that'd be more fun than throwing a ball on your own for ages."

Bloom places a hand on her shoulder. Her eyes look to the basketball, squinting… I need a break anyways. "Okay. Just don't send me to the hospital." Kengo bursts into laughter, holding his abdomen. "I won't!"

Bloom follows Kengo over to where Moritaka sits, now thoroughly rested. The two of them take turns fighting, tips and tricks being thrown… mostly Bloom's way as they continue on. The three of them feel almost like collapsing by the end, though have smiles on their faces.

Bloom sees herself out as dusk begins to settle in, though with an exchange of phone numbers, the three have agreed to meet up every now and again. Bloom's chest feels lighter. And for Kengo? Just another friend and partner.

[adelleandlaura4ever]

A Love Song …

There's a wren in a willow wood

Flies so high, sings so good

And he brings to you, what he sings to you

And the love in his lullaby

Seems to tell me if I try

I could fly for you

Lover I wanna try for you cause

.

I wanna sing you a love song

I wanna rock you in my arms all night long

I wanna get to know you

I wanna show you the peaceful feeling of my home

.

Summer thunder on moon-bright days

Northern lights in the skys ablaze

I'll bring to you, if you let me sing to you

Silver wings in a firery sky

Show the trail of our love and

I wanna sing to you, love is what i bring to you

I wanna sing to you

.

Oh, I wanna sing you a love song

I wanna rock you in my arms all night long

I wanna get to know you

I wanna show you the peaceful feeling of my home

.

Oh, I wanna sing you a love song

I wanna rock you in my arms all night long

I wanna get to know you

I wanna show you the peaceful feeling of my home

.

Songwriters: Kenneth Clark Loggins / Dona Lyn George Wails

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

My love!

I want to forever sing you a love song!

Forevermore, a song of devotion

that will always celebrate what we have together

You are everything to me!

You are my world, my stars above ..

You are my universe !

I will forever sing you a Love Song!!

I love you Laura ❤️❤️❤️

💋💋💋❤️❤️❤️

@adelleandlaura4ever

@dreamiingofher

[sufferbuddies]

The suicide widow is a woman you should not fear....

her heart is made of gold..

and her soul is crystal clear.

The suicide widow is a woman who has been knocked down...

she's had dirt under her fingernails and she long ago lost her sparkly crown.

She's a woman made of fragments.....fragments of a shattered heart......but those fragments will consume you and bring you back to life.

The suicide widow doesn't care if you think she's pretty. She knows the truth that her beauty lies in her compassion, her hard work, and the stories of past lands.

You say you're looking for a woman who is brave and strong and true........A woman who can out run you....well I assure you this she can do.

The suicide widow has endured darkness and been born once again.

She knows that life is precious and her trust is hard to win.

If you cannot handle trauma or women who are stronger than you.....then I beg you to step aside and stop blocking the doorway to the lovers to come that have shoulders strong enough to bear the weight of this and more too.

The suicide widow has guts made of steal. You can't see them but I assure you that they're real. She's gotten the knock on the door, "I'm sorry, Mam...Your husband is dead. My condolences." and inside her heart she fell to her knees but that day she answered all the phone calls from the police, the relatives, the donor banks, and the mortuary. And then she cooked the children dinner while making a tear stained list of how to create a future without him.

She isn't like the other women who you will meet along the way. One kind and flattering word won't win her heart. She needs to know that you are trustworthy, independent, kind hearted, and willing to chase her the extra mile.

She deserves flowers for no reason, love letters in her inbox, and you showing up on her doorstep. You must be able to make her laugh until tears fall out of her eyes, she doubles over in happiness, and snorts a little with pride.

If you can make her laugh, feel calm, and trusting too.....then you will win the heart of this woman....

The suicide widow, it's true.

And if you win her heart you will move mountains, miles, and hills just to be around her. You'll drive hours to see her for one day and you'll thank God for the reminder....that a woman's worth is not calculated by the beauty of her face...a woman's worth is added up by the scars that turned to lace.

But don't be fooled that she needs you because need you she does not. She stopped needing anyone long ago, rescued herself from the firery lot.

But if she lets you in her life than you should thank the sky above.....

because a suicide widow is an angel in disguise and there is no truer love.

Dedicated to all the beautiful Brave Ladies out there who have lost their spouse or partner to suicide.

Strong is the new pretty.

Brave runs in your veins.

Never settle.

Hold your head and your wings up high.

Love always, Nik

-Founder of the Brave Ladies Club est: 2017

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[cosmic-ships]

My early bird f/o include: Ignis, Caim, Delsin, John, Leon, Aerith, Fang, Cindy, and Jill. (They're more but I don't want this list too long)

So I absolutely can imagine them(individually with me) watching the sun come up this morning. It was so warm feeling and a great contrast to the freezing air~ it's refreshing, we deeply breath in the chilled air, eyes closing as we feel the warmth of the sun and even though it's cold we can snuggle up and watch as the sun rise, the sky changes from firery reds and oranges to cool pinks and finally blue. We can see jet streaks in sky and the clouds look wispy and thin. 🥰

Sunset I'm talking about (can't see the sky too well because I'm focused on the sun but it def has the jet line streaks and wispy clouds along with the bigger ones. It's so beautiful this morning despite it being so damn cold. Feels like -24°c)

[beesnotknees]

Me and my selkie lover

Don’t live beside the sea

Rather close to a river

Which does not bother me

He’s got a firery spirit,

Confidence and rum on his breath

With golden hair and eyes of stormy grey

That water spirit will drag me to my death

On nights the sky does rage

He holds me close to breast

Sings the song of his people

Till I know my rest

Me and my selkie lover,

Don’t live beside the sea

Rather close to a river,

Which does not bother me

I hold fire in my hands,

Ash fills my lungs

I breath out flames and smoke,

With iron on my tongue

Still my lover doesn’t shy

From the blue, red and gold

But pulls me closer

That my warmth will never get old

He kisses my flaming lips

My burnt fingers trace his face

I kiss my selkie lover

And savor the salty taste

[mindfulphotographer]

[fallingappleshurt]

HEAVY BREATHING

Nothing More Than a Beautiful View

Guys look i drew a thing for my Your Name au and im so so happy with it 

Based on this lil drabble i wrote :D

[questionmarksgalore]

/p gender /psic !! a gender in which the tone or feeling is platonic , related to the tone tag /p - pee / gehn / der - peeic /r gender /rsic !! a gender in which the tone or feeling is romantic , related to the tone tag /neg - ar / gehn / der - arsihc p and r are derived from platonic and romantic which means a very light and deep affectionate feelings rqed by no one , coined by question flag ids : [ at the top right there is an eight striped flag with the stripes turned thirty six degrees to the left . in order the colors are bubblegum pink , tea rose / light pink , neon yellow , canary yellow , golden light brown , light tan , lavender blush pink , and white . a salmon pink slash and p sit on top the flag . next to it is the alt without the slash p ] [ at the top right there is an eight striped flag with the stripes turned thirty six degrees to the left . in order the colors are summer sky , pastel yellow , red blush , white , pumpkin orange , carnation pink , lavender purple , and deep lilac . a firery red slash and r sit on top the flag . next to it is the alt without the slash r ] colors are by the platonic attraction flag and the romantic attraction flag

[cornerstoner8]

For you, if not For you, For who the Fuck else could it be? For those whom crawling Fire Frightened with the Fierce Force From a storm when a Firery thunder chop the sky with Formidable speed. Perhaps, For them, but Frankly For you. Why am I always Find myself Figuring something out, that maybe is Fenomenal maybe is Frustrating? Maybe the Future is to be Feared, I hope that, or at least hope that the Future stays quantum, Free From Classical FÍSICA and just more and more Fractals and Fractions with denominator 100. Forget, and if it's come back, Fight For it, the Force might Fright you, but Fantastic and Fancy it can be. Feast on your Fears. F word. Fuck

[mashithamel]

WoTober Day 10. Prompt: Sea Folk

Elayne cajoled her into coming up on deck for fresh air. Nynaeve glared at the sun sinking in a firery sky. If it wasn’t for the smell of salt and sea spray she associated with a heaving stomach, it might have been nice.

It was the sort of thing that might be very nice indeed, if Lan were here. Not that she needed him! But perhaps her stomach would not be so out of sorts, except for the butterflies he always seemed to evoke.

The ship lurched and, green-faced, she was over the side again.

She ignored Elayne’s tiny sigh.