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#sun daily#tava vendo os vídeos do 127 no lotte world e fiquei feliz em saber q o Mark é molenga pra brinquedo de parque de diversão q nem eu#fui na firewhip do beto carrero uma vez eu apaguei na moral KKKKKKKKKK
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What I've been wondering for a few days is, "do we think Yu Ziyuan is an artificer?"
Because she made Zidian, see. Zidian is like a firewhip - versatile and powerful - but better. Her affinity is probably something like electricity or the like - like JC, it's something that's mean and fast and amazing in a fight. (JFM is an incanter. It's not an accident if he's decided that his son has an affinity that would fit an alchemist - not an incanter and not an artificer)
This is interesting to me because that makes WWX an artificer like YZY and that plays up the mentor/teacher angle that is my favorite thing in the donghua. (She knows what's he's worth and how good he is and how insufferable it is that he spends time on shenanigans instead of being a good role model for younger students!! And he's her best student!)
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“You fucking coward!” the mage screamed. Her people were getting cut down. She focused on Killian and blurred towards him.
He had just enough time to reflect on how unfair that was when the battlemage shifted behind him. He ducked before a firewhip could separate his head from his shoulders and whirled his rifle around like a club, slamming it into her shoulder and pushing her into the path of an incoming lightning bolt that crashed into her chest plate and arced over the rest of her armor.
Killian wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. He tackled her to the floor with all of his considerable weight. The back of her head hit the cold stone floor and cracked. A spray of blood flowed from it like a grim halo. She went slack.
Shit. Killian had miscalculated. He had not meant to kill her.
Suddenly her body spasmed and arched as it thrashed and struggled. Her hand shot up and snapped around his wrist. Her dead eyes flashed purple. He heard Lily screaming denial as the world winked out.
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You have selected: Trick.
Your trick is: SPIDERS IN YOUR UNDERPANTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🕸🕷
AGHHGHHG
MY ARACKNOPHOBIAS............
gotta firewhip my butt off
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FIREWHIPPED
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#tbt de domingo... Na fila da #Firewhip, em janeiro de 2020! 🥰💕🥰 Amo demais esse lugar!! #betocarrero #betocarreroworld (em Beto Carrero World) https://www.instagram.com/p/CTJbDcgMXAX/?utm_medium=tumblr
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This is a significant part of how I make a living. I get to be a pirate who occasionally plays with fire (Staff in the first pic, 8-foot firewhip in the rest). This is my actual, for real day job. Exactly what 5 year old me said I would be when I grew up. Ok...I said I would be a pirate. The fire part is a bonus. Follow your dreams kids. Even the ridiculous ones can come true.
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[hi I got inspired]
“Sorry!” A soft, deep voice sings out through the door following Jade’s clear, precise knock. “Nobody down here but the FBI’s most unwanted.”
Jade rolls her eyes in a particularly unprofessional manner, but she’s alone in the long, fluorescent corridor. She doesn’t allow herself much give, at work, but she needs this brief moment of self-expression today. Jade understands it is not her place to question why she’s been reassigned to this office in the basement, it is only her place to do the very best job she can possibly do, but she is allowed to roll her eyes when nobody's looking.
Her face is as neat and unruffled as her hair and her perfectly pressed suit by the time she pushes open the door. The schooled expression lasts for all of a heartbeat.
Kit Tanthalos looks up from behind her piles of paperwork, and stares straight at Jade. She’s changed a lot since the time they shared at the Academy. Everyone back then had their share of intensity - Jade knows she has maintained her own, polished it to something with clear, smooth edges - but Jade remembers Kit as a firewhip of a young woman, her ferocity and focus so sharp it was off putting. Her academic reputation was stellar, her social reputation abysmal, and from what Jade has heard of Kit these days, little has changed in either regard.
The agent before her now has a certainty and a purpose behind those blue eyes, just as focused and just as unnerving as Jade remembers, but there’s a confidence now, a solidity. This is Kit’s space that Jade is stepping into, and as unorthodox - as messy - as it looks, it seems to fit Kit like an extension of her skin. As she stands up from behind her desk, she moves with both ease and confidence.
“Doctor Jade Claymore,” Kit says, and there’s something about the sound of her name that makes Jade feel, well... researched. “Barely two years working for the Bureau and you’ve already ticked off someone badly enough to be stuck down here with me. What did you do?”
Jade steps into the office and holds out her hand. “It isn’t like that at all. I’m looking forward to working with you, Agent Tanthalos.”
Kit’s grin is as lopsided as the pile of manila folders behind her, and as she moves closer she drags her hand through hair that looks so soft, so silky, and just the wrong side of regulation.
It’s rakish. Agents aren’t supposed to be rakish.
"Alright then," Kit grasps Jade’s hand in hers; it’s a warm grip, and very strong. “Let’s see how long that lasts.”
putting this out there just so I remember to draw it but I desperately need an X-Files AU with Kit as Mulder and Jade as Scully
#i've no idea where this is going but!!#enjoy#absolutely living for the idea of Jade in a 90s suit#and Spooky Tanthalos#perfect#ANYWAY#tanthamore#my fics#(sort of i guess!)#willow
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Começamos bem. #firewhip (em Beto Carrero World) https://www.instagram.com/p/B3zRt1kjN74/?igshid=1ikgmev88ck7j
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Adventures galore at @bristolrenaissance #SpiderWebs #Pirates #Fox #Swashbuckler #FireWhip #BubbleBoy #FloatOnWater #Archery #ArrowInFlight #FeedingWaterToTheFish #FamilyTime #FunWithFriends (at Bristol Renaissance Faire) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bz9wpNEjQKWIKRNkOp1c2e0aK4ayt6hBUC3Yrg0/?igshid=14fgeco63oshm
#spiderwebs#pirates#fox#swashbuckler#firewhip#bubbleboy#floatonwater#archery#arrowinflight#feedingwatertothefish#familytime#funwithfriends
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Aproveitando o feriado em ótima companhia! #betocarrero #firewhip #rollercoaster #fun (em Beto Carrero World)
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I know you said you have no desire to write an Avatar! Azula Verse because that would be a very dark world given that Azula's problems due to her indoctrination, family problems etc which are already bad would be squared, but you can visualize at least a scene that would express the whole atmosphere, the weight of this universe? if yes could you describe it?
The world would refer to the day that Avatar Azula awoke as the Day the Palace Fell. It would be spoken of with grim resonance, and bitter laughs. The architects of malice and destruction were fallen, fallen. It began when a girl of eleven was in the middle of a training exercise with her father, who had taken up where his grandfather acted.
"You are the light of the world," he repeated the old mantras, as she maneuvered with Airbending and Firebending to dodge his strikes. Earthbending and Waterbending she had grasped from scrolls, but only at rudimentary levels. This she kept secret and was known then only to herself (and though she had grasps of techniques she was far far from considering herself near fully realized).
She dodged his attacks and then he struck her across the face with a firewhip she wasn't swift enough to dodge.
The sense of control slipped.
And then her eyes turned white.
Mai and Ty Lee had been sent out of the Palace the day the Devastation fell upon it like the wrath of Avatars past (more than metaphor, but just how much only two men who survived knew). In later years Zuko would speak with rueful sorrow of just how grateful he was as history changed and went down its course.
The first sign of the Change was a terrible roar, like the howling gale of a tornado or the cyclonic storms of warmer latitudes. The Palace began to creak and rock as if a giant kicked it. On the training ground the Fire Lord stared in mute horror as his daughter rose in the air with glowing white eyes.
Her face was marked by a snarl that was not hers, it was the voice of ten thousand years' worth of rage, the memories that flooded her of the terrifying deaths of Aang, Korra, Kuvira.
The gale began to intensify and then the Avatar landed for a moment on the ground and the ground began to shake and rumble with a wrath that Iroh and Zuko for a single stupefied moment appreciated, along with a very small number of handmaidens, four, to be precise, was marked by domes of air.
The Avatar raised her right hand at her father, face blackened with a single stripe on her right cheek.
Burn.
A single word hissed from her and Ozai didn't even have the time to scream before darkness rose up to swallow him.
In an echoing booming sound a vast cloud like a toadstool rose from a pile of shattered rubble and severed bodyparts, the odor of burned flesh pervading it. Six people out of the entire complement of the staff survived, and it was two of them that saw a figure descending from the sky with glowing eyes, landing on her feet as gracefully as if it was a power she was born to.
"Father wanted a soldier," she said, quietly, to the pair of shellshocked relatives who were now the last, bar a woman ten years her age who watched with horrified fascination from the asylum but a league from the Capital Island at the sight of the toadstool cloud rising from what was once the Palace, of the ancient family that had ruled the Fire Nation.
"Now he has one." Her voice was not her voice, not entirely. It was flavored with other accents and mostly with a deep bitterness and resignation.
"Aang, Korra, Kuvira...." she shook her head. "None of them were able to bear the burden so it is mine, now. I never wanted this. But they knew who I am and what I am, and they all helped make me into this." Fire danced along her fingers.
"But now I'm here."
Silver-white fire blazed beneath her feet and she began to rise into the air, as a glow came into her eyes.
I am the judgment the Fire Nation has brought upon itself.
And then trailing fire behind her she was gone.
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Hi! Love your blog! I was wondering, is the Fantasy AU inspired by Robin Hood? As someone writing her thesis about the outlaw, I'm nearly as obsesed as Ollie is 😂 If not, can you tell us a bit about the setting? Good luck with writing, I'm sure your fic will be great!
okay I got two asks about Fantasy AU and I appreciate you because this needs finished by the 6th and the others I have more time for lol.
Also thank you 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
But actually no, it's not actually inspired by Robin Hood (though I do have a more Robin Hood inspired HalOllie fic in the planning stages courtesy of me being obsessed with a gay eulogy), but it's a Dungeons and Dragons AU.
Roy is the DM, Sin and Lian are voicing the NPCs and enemies, and Connor's the only one taking it seriously in any capacity (he's a cleric who's character is named Hrogfir Sorrowind)
Ollie's a ranger because he refused to listen to Roy when he was told that 5e rangers suck, he's on his third iteration of his character because he keeps getting killed- his character is very clearly a Robin Hood rp and it's name this time around is "Hobin Rood".
Dinah's a barbarian whose name is Bean Sidhe, like "banshee".
Mia's a bard, who casts spells exclusively through Taylor Swift songs (I am not a swiftie, her music isn't really my thing, but Mia canonically is so I had to get help on song recs) and her character name is Annoy'id Swifter.
Emi's playing as a druid who's character's name is Firewhip Morningstar
and Eddie's character is dead throughout the whole fic, but he refuses to leave the table because he's convinced that Roy's going to bring him back like he has Ollie (spoiler: Roy will not be doing this), and his character's name is "Stroke" because I can't and won't ever let the fact that Eddie canonically calls Deathstroke that go.
The plot of the campaign itself is that the party is on a quest to retrieve the prince's friend from a cult that's taken him hostage, and Lian keeps letting it slip that it's a thinly veiled reference to how many times Wally's been involved in cults lmao
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Blades of Light and Shadow, Ch. 16 AKA Heroes of Legend
What happened this week:
Nia The Dreadlord sends their goons after us, including but not limited to Duke Erthrax, and some other firewhip-wielding dark elf. It’s a shame that PB designed them just to be murdered. They were really beautiful character designs.
Aerin either escapes, or Kade knocks him out for capturing. It said that this choice would have consequences in Book 2 so I’m excited to see what happens if you let him go.
After overwhelming your friends with their Shadowbitches, you reach Nia in time to motivate her to find the light in herself and control the shadow. If that isn’t character growth, I don’t know what is.
We find out that the title of this book has been clickbait the whole time, because like with herself, Nia purifies the Blade of Shadow, making it the Blade of Light. There’s only been 1 blade this entire time!
Ah, here it is. The “kill me”. I knew it would come. Nia asks us to kill her in order to kill the Dreadlord. We do it, because duh, we have to. But wait, there’s more! Surprise! She lives. The Blade of Light does some magical healing hooey and Nia’s brought back to life.
Now confirmed as a hella powerful mage, you open a portal back to the Whitetower throne room, where 2 weeks have passed since you left.
Horrible person High Priest Viscount Westonly insists on imprisoning us, calling us traitors and whatnot, but we totally can slug him in the face. Nothing beats the feeling of sticking it to corrupted figures of authority.
The next day, we earn a medal in a ceremony a la A New Hope, which, like in Star Wars, is a crime because they did not give the creatures any medals. Poor nespers, and poor Chewbacca.
The long awaited 30 diamond scene, jam packed with a whole date, some character reflection, and some good old fashioned, unadulterated kinkytime on a balcony, out for the whole world to see. Now that is how you write a final 30-D scene.
Your stats are relayed, showing you just how poor you are after playing this book. I don’t think I’ve spent this many diamonds since TCaTF or ES.
An ILB cultist cloaked figure yeets you into nightmares, warning you about some greater power that you unleashed by defeating the Dreadlord. Very The Elementalists-esque. Where did they come from? Where did they go? Where did they come from, Cotton Eyed Joe?
Thoughts:
The “full party” and the “killing Nia” art gave me chills. This book’s artists are just that powerful, I guess.
So, those people who said Nia was useless and not as strong as the others, how does it feel being the whole circus? Out of everyone she 100% had the most character growth, enough to actually sacrifice herself.
Speaking of character development, this book pulled that off so well. You can actually pinpoint the beginning, end, and the transformative moments that each character undergoes. It’s beautiful. Or maybe I’m just a huge nerd. Either way, you can see it pretty clearly, which means it was perfectly executed.
It takes a lot to impress me, even with Choices standards being on the floor, but this book is absolutely my favourite. I’m super pumped for Book 2, just as long as it keeps the same energy. I have no doubt it will, but after Open Heart, it’s good to be wary.
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Pronto para ultima aventura do dia. #FireWhip (em Parque Beto Carreiro) https://www.instagram.com/p/BmrDyLCBSBZBFb138fAr2Lu-C6r-hFsQ0NhA8c0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1ucjxgivlqf2y
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