#gelana

[candydos]

Numero 56

(spotify ask)

56. Talk Too Much — COIN

also very summer party playlist vibes, and the track that inspired me to collate a fun sashanne playlist :))

[444names]

female greek forenames BUT excluding "i"

Acacandra Acalas Acassa Achryse Adneodora Adomna Adosyne Aeoda Aeodometra Afrosyna Afroula Agaea Agaeone Agara Agate Aggela Aggelena Aggen Aggena Aggene Agona Agora Alana Alassa Alcympra Alefthoe Alekalena Aleklanthe Alektra Alena Aleneretra Aleona Aleope Aleophe Aleorene Alesa Aletheona Aletra Alexanthea Allantassa Allassa Alomela Alometra Alora Altha Althe Althea Althelala Alymprone Amalthoe Amarana Amarena Amarthy Ambrodo Anagone Anarbara Andra Androne Andru Anesa Anessa Angena Annassana Antha Anthae Anthaea Anthaeona Anthala Anthanthe Anthe Anthea Anthedra Anthelee Anthemono Antheola Antheone Antheora Anthoe Anthoulla Antola Aphaed Arassa Arbassana Aressa Argala Aspara Assana Atathoe Atefthy Aterena Athala Athea Athera Athoebe Atoulla Baranthe Bartera Cacalena Caldosyne Calee Calekassa Calekla Caletheopa Caltha Calthela Caspambro Casta Chaea Chala Chalena Challa Chana Chane Chantavro Chanthea Chloebe Chlomela Chlomna Chlora Chlores Chrossa Chrossaula Chrosta Chrostalen Chrysa Chrysane Chryse Chrysela Chrysele Chryssa Chryssula Clekalee Clekla Clena Clene Cletra Clewtha Clexana Clexandra Cossa Cosyna Crene Crespas Cressa Creta Cymaressa Cymartea Cymprona Cyona Cyonstea Damarantha Dambro Dambronsta Dambrosyne Dandra Danthy Delene Delexandra Delexanna Demala Demara Demarena Demela Demele Demona Demonoula Demota Deneodo Despana Dessa Dessala Dessaula Dorannae Dorena Doresa Dorka Dorkatera Dragae Drona Drosyna Efana Efandra Efaneora Effro Effrona Effrone Effronsta Effroula Effroulla Efpra Eftha Efthara Efthea Efthoula Eklane Ektra Elefana Eleka Elene Eleodora Eletha Eletra Elewtera Emala Ematha Emothene Eressa Eudome Eudomed Eudomela Eudomethe Eudomna Eudone Eudoresa Eudosyna Eugaedra Eugaren Eupha Euphae Euphea Euphela Euphelatha Euphoebe Euphy Evagae Evaglemara Evagleone Evangeoda Evassa Evdone Evgela Eyagatha Eyagda Eyanthea Fothe Galandra Galoe Garthe Gatathea Gatoula Gelana Gelexa Genesa Halee Harthela Heone Heope Hlomeda Hlometra Hlora Hlorgaeola Junced Junceda Kaleka Kalekla Kalektra Kassaula Katanthele Katea Katha Kathara Kathe Kathele Kathene Katheora Katona Katonesana Katoulana Katra Khlometala Khlora Khlorkatha Kolangen Kolycassa Konagda Koneora Konsta Konstalla Koressa Koretha Korgae Korka Korkatera Kyntha Landra Leffroula Lekla Lessa Lugala Lugalla Lugara Lugatra Lugelekla Lugena Lugeno Lympro Marbara Marbasta Marena Marene Maressa Margara Marthea Matera Matha Matra Medomna Medra Medroda Medru Melana Melee Melen Meleora Melpomna Melpomnate Methaed Methe Metheona Metra Myroula Myroulama Myroulana Odora Olycanthe Opandra Ophae Pamara Pandra Panna Pantha Panthena Parana Parena Paressa Paskevdora Passa Patea Patemara Patha Pathe Patra Paula Paulala Paura Phaldora Phalee Phaleope Phalewte Phana Phane Phanthe Phara Phela Phelexa Phene Pheodora Pheope Pheophala Pheora Phoula Phromna Phrysa Phryssa Phyllanta Promna Prone Proula Ressa Rhelene Roula Selenassa Selpomna Smara Smare Sophoe Sothea Soulas Souno Soura Staca Stamara Standra Standro Stane Stanna Stantheone Stassaura Tandra Tantha Tassa Thala Thalcyone Thalektra Thalesa Thana Thandra Thane Thanthea Tharene Thedru Thela Thelannas Thelekate Thelexana Thena Thene Theora Thera Thereta Touno Vagala Vandroula Vangela Vangenesa Vantea Vantha Vassa Vassaura Vasta Vastala Vastana Vastea Xanagda Xanana Xandra Xanna Xannoura Xanta Xantha Xanthea Xenane Xenerene Xylla Yagathoula Yaggelanta Yaggen Yaggena Yagona Yandra Zelee Zelexxana Zenoulla Zoebe

[iamlabour]

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[atletasudando]

Cristhian Pacheco estará en el maratón de Valencia

El fondista peruano Cristhian Pacheco, medalla de oro del maratón en los Juegos Panamericanos de Lima 2019, figura en la lista de inscriptos de Elite para el prestigioso Maratón de Valencia, que se realizará el domingo 4 de diciembre y que reunirá a varios de los mejores corredores del mundo. Pacheco viene de batir su récord nacional con 2h.09m.08s. el 11 de septiembre en Lima, marca que lo ubica en el top ten histórico de nuestra región. Una de las grandes expectativas para el maratón de Valencia es el debut en la distancia de la etíope Letesenbet Gidey, recordwoman mundial de los 5.000, 10.000 metros en pista y medio maratón. Es una incógnita pero lo cierto es que Gidey podría convertirse en la mejor debutante histórica de un maratón, distinción que por ahora le corresponde a su compatriota Almaz Ayana con sus 2h17m20s del pasado 16 de octubre en Amsterdam. Entre las rivales de Gidey estarán sus compatriotas Sutume Kebede (2h18m en abril en Seúl) y Tiki Gelana (medalla de oro olímpica en Londres 2012). El "field" masculino en el que competirá Pacheco incluye al campeón mundial de Eugene 2022, el etíope Tamirat Tola, y también estará su compatriota Getaneh Molla (vencedor de Dubai 2019). En total, habrá siete atletas con antecedentes por debajo de 2h05m. Y en total, 23 hombres con marcas inferiores a 2h10. Entre los debutantes con posibilidades aparecen los keniatas Alexander Mutiso y Philemon Kiplimo, quienes tienen antecedentes de 57m59s y 58m11s respectivamente en medio maratón, y el etíope Milkesa Mengesha (58m58s en 21k en Copenhague), campeón mundial junior de cross. Listado de élite masculino 2022 ·         Getaneh Molla (Etiopía) - 2h03:34 ·         Tamirat Tola (Etiopía) - 2h03:39 ·         Dawit Wolde (Etiopía) - 2h04:27 ·         Jonathan Korir (Kenia) - 2h04:32 ·         Hiskel Tewelde (Eritrea) - 2h04:35 ·         Chalu Deso (Etiopía) - 2h04:53 ·         Gabriel Geay (Tanzania) - 2h04:55 ·         Workineh Tadesse (Etiopía) - 2h05:09 ·         Goitom Kifle (Eritrea) - 2h05:28 ·         Lencho Tesfaye (Etiopía) - 2h06:18 ·         Geoffrey Kirui (Kenia) - 2h06:27 ·         Amanal Petros (Alemania) - 2h06:27 ·         Shumi Dechasa (Bahréin) - 2h06:43 ·         Samuel Tsegay (Suecia) - 2h06:53 ·         Simon Kipkosgei (Kenia) - 2h07:07 ·         Ronald Korir (Kenia) - 2h07:29 ·         Bethwell Kipkemboi Ruto (Kenia) - 2h07:41 ·         Isaac Mpofu (Zimbabue) - 2h07:56 ·         Zane Robertson (Nueva Zelanda) - 2h08:19 ·         Mehdi Frére (Francia) - 2h08:55 ·         Christian Pacheco (Perú) - 2h09:31 ·         Ian Butler (Estados Unidos) - 2h09:45 ·         Paulo Paula (Brasil) - 2h09:51 ·         Alexander Mutiso (Kenia) - Debut ·         Philemon Kiplimo (Kenia) - Debut ·         Kelvin Kiputo (Kenia) - Debut ·         Milkesa Mengesha (Etiopía) - Debut ·         Zerei Kbrom Mezngi (Noruega) - Debut Listado de élite femenino 2022 ·         Sutume Kebede (Etiopía) - 2h18:12 ·         Tiki Gelana (Etiopía) - 2h18:58 ·         Etagegne Woldu (Etiopía) - 2h20:16 ·         Amane B. Shankule (Etiopía) - 2h20:48 ·         Tadelech Bekele (Etiopía) - 2h21:40 ·         Monicah Ngige (Kenia) - 2h22:13 ·         Biruktayit Eshetu (Etiopía) - 2h22:40 ·         Meseret Gebre (Etiopía) - 2h23:11 ·         Adawork Aberta (Etiopía) - 2h23:39 ·         Majida Maayouf (Marruecos) - 2h24:09 ·         Sinead Diver (Australia) - 2h24:11 ·         Fancy Chemutai (Kenia) - 2h24:27 ·         Letesenbet Gidey (Etiopía) - Debut ·         Sheila Chepkirui (Kenia) - Debut Read the full article

[yangbarista]

풍성하고 웅장한 교향곡을 머금게 만드는 핸드드립 커피원두/ 에티오피아 젤라나 아바야 ​ ​ https://youtu.be/WeEmaSY-mR4 ​ ​ [양바리스타의 둘둘둘(222) 법칙] ​ 1. 20g의 커피원두를 사용. 2. 커피 추출 시간은 1분 30초~2분 내외. 3. 총 350~400ml(16oz컵 기준) 정도 추출. 뜸들이기 물 : 40~50ml 1차, 2차 물 붓는 양 : 각각 80ml ​ 얼음 190~200g을 채운 서버에... 총 200ml 내외의 뜨거운 물을 부은 후, 커피원두가 머금고 있는 물의 양을 제외하고... 약 350ml~400ml 정도를 추출함. ​ # 커피를 시음하여 본인 입 맛에 맞는지 확인해 보고 적절한 '변수'를 응용해가며 멋진 커피를 완성시켜보세요. 커피원두 : 에티오피아 젤라나 아바야 내추럴 로스팅 날짜 : 로스팅 후, 1일 경과 볶음강도 : 약볶음 커피의 양 : 20g 내외 원두 분쇄도 : 곱게 (하리오V60 전동그라인더 기준-34단계) 물의 온도 : 90도 즈음 핸드드립 기구 : 칼리타웨이브드리퍼 추출하는 커피의 양 : 350ml 내외 추출시간 : 1분 30초 ~ 2분 내외 추출하는 음료 : 16온스 아이스 핸드드립 ​ 에티오피아 젤라나 아바야 예가체프G1 내추럴 ETHIOPIA GELANA ABAYA YIRGACHEFFE G1 NATURAL 재배지역 : GELANA ABAYA 재배고도 : 1,800~2,000m 품종 : HEIRLOOM 가공방식 : FULL NATURAL 수확기 : 10~12월 ​ 커피원두의 전체적인 평가 점수 : 87점 - 신맛 : Acidity : 6 - 바디감 : Body : 8 - 후미 : Aftertaste : 8 - 단맛 : Sweetness : 8 - 밸런스 : Balance : 8 - 향미 : Fragrance : 8 - 쓴맛 : Bitterness : 4 (10점 만점) ​ 약 650여 명의 농부가 공유하는 1,400헥타르(약 4,235,000여 평)의 젤라나, 아바야지역에서 잘 익은 커피 체리를 따서, 18~21일 정도 햇볕에 잘 말릴 수 있도록 건조대에 올려놓고 일정한 품질 유지를 위해, 주기적으로 갈퀴질을 해 주면서, 12시부터 3시까지의 뜨거운 태양으로부터 보호하기 위해 체리를 덮습니다. ​ 손으로 딴 열매를 이렇게 수고롭게 만든 결과는, 한 잔의 커피로 완성시킨 후... 한 모금 마시면서 참으로 고맙다는 생각을 갖게 만듭니다. 베리류의 향과 어우러진 달콤한 풍미, 꽃내음과 고급지면서도 풍부한 단 맛. 부드럽고 가벼운 바디감이 주는 밝은 산미는 훌륭한 조화를 이룹니다. ​ 입 안에 길게 남는 후미의 여운을 되새김질하게 만드는 이 커피는, 한 모금씩 사라지는 것이 안타까울 정도로 아껴마시게 될지도 모르구요. 농축된 과일향에서 느껴지는 달콤한 맛이 마치, 말린 과일을 우려마시는 과일차를 연상케하는데요. 과장된 표현인지, 진짜인지는 직접 경험해 보시기 바랍니다. ​ ​# Aroma / Flavor (향 / 맛) 산딸기 / 블루베리 / 카라멜 / 타피 헤이즐넛 / 코코아 / 잘 익은 멜론류 ​​ # Acidity / Other (산미 / 기타) 전체적인 달콤한 풍미 훌륭한 밸런스가 돋보임 입 안을 가득 메운 마우스필​ ​ # 네이버 스마스스토어 [직화로스터-Roaster.kr] 상품 주문 : http://roaster.kr/products/5373954550 ​​ # Written by Barista Yang - Coffee Columnist # 커피칼럼니스트-양바리스타 | http://Columnist.kr ​​ #에티오피아커피 #커피원두 #핸드드립 #에티오피아게이샤 #젤라나아바야 #예가체프 #목동카페 #커피에진심을담다 #양바리스타 #커피숍창업 #handdrip #예가체프원두 #ethiopia #gelana #yirgacheffe ​​ (목동-Mokdong에서) https://www.instagram.com/p/CLZChjolS_k/?igshid=9migp24kupuh

[jolyreyna]

Un heladín después de un arduo día 😌 y de fresaaa 🍓🤤... 🥰 (en Heladerias Gelana) https://www.instagram.com/joly_reyna/p/CXU0WE4guBo/?utm_medium=tumblr

[snacc-noir]

The Idiot Effect

(Marinette the Flirt AU) 

AO3

Summary: 

It starts as a game about their mystery love interests.

“He’s really smart. I’m sure he’ll pick up on it one day.”

“Oh really?” Chat goads. “Then for them to realise, let’s see who can flirt better.”

Yeah... turns out there’s a lot more to realise.

(Or the fic where Marinette’s a ruthless flirt, Ladybug and Adrien are dense, and Plagg can’t stop laughing at everyone)

Notes: the fact that a few actually wanted this crack mess is concerning, and it seems some have brought “expectations” so i’ll kindly ask you to leave those at the door. thank you!! (and there’s more chapters coming im so sorry)

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Listen.

Marinette stuffs up but when she stuffs up it’s with class, alright? When there’s a problem, her own or not, she fixes it because that’s just what she does. She spews garbage and has the composure of a flailing eel trying to stand upright – but she’s a pillar source of entertainment for it. She’s a normal girl, with a normal life (except for the superhero thing), so excuse her for trying to be adventurous once and a while.

Adventurous, flirtatious; whatever.

She’s made it to school two minutes after waking up before and was recently (6th Grade Graduation) voted “Sweetest Classmate”, so yeah, she’s quite up there. And ever since (unwillingly) sprouting the wings of a brave superheroine she’s tried her hand at a bit of confidence, despite those continual dignity stuff ups she’s played off gracefully (the tripping happens no matter what, she can’t control that, okay?) The Guy may be the son of a famous fashion artist—that has, in fact, recognised Marinette’s talent and sent her self-esteem higher than Chat’s puns make her want to throw him—and is entirely out of her league,

But see, usually that would cease her pursuits, if not for, you know, the fact she’s an epic superhero and he’s the biggest snack she’s ever seen.  

Kindness? A literal angel? Most wholesome grace?  

A model?

As if she’s not flirting with that.  

She shivers remembering the ignorant days (half a school day) where she was under the idiocy that Adrien Agreste of all celestial beings had the tenacity to be an entitled jerk with an inheritance long enough to rival the list of times Dupain-Cheng had sliced from Chloé’s lips through the years.  

And yeah, that couldn’t have been further from the truth, but genuinely, genuinely, flaws and all, Adrien Agreste is the sweetest being she’s ever met.  

That she’s stuffed up her chances with, countless times.

But she’ll work on that.

Chat Noir knows how to flirt. He’s not too relevant – her miraculous partner in battle, black suit clad teenage girl idol, the best friend she’d kill herself and everyone she knows for – you know, the least of importance right now. But she’s got to admit, he has some good ones when she’s suited up. Only difference between him and her is that on Ladybug, it’s all fun and games with no meaning. But with Adrien,  

she’s serious.

(Most of the time. The lines are pretty eccentric.)

She loves him. It’s whatever. She doesn’t know if he loves her back but she’ll make it work. He can’t pick up a hint for his life — causing completely no progress— but the way her indications of affection propel over his halo is just a spanner in the mission to conquer his heart; a mere stain to the golden-hearted persona she adores so much; so much as a friend, too.

Because, you know,

“We’re friends,” Adrien tells his capped bro as though the suggestive nudges up the courtyard would lessen, an attempt that fails, because an arm is slung around him instead in such a buddy-buddy way he knows is saved for interrogating or persuading purposes.

“You didn’t hear what she said to you?”

How could he not.

He didn’t mind. If anything, he found it humorous. “Yeah, she’s just messing around like that.”  

“Mmmhmm… sure,” Nino says in a way that totally isn’t assuring. “I don’t even have Alya telling me we should share a locker to hide in during an akuma attack. And we’re dating.”

“That’s because Marinette’s joking around. Since we’re friends.”

“Since you’re soulmates. ”  

“Mmmhmm…” he mocks, cheek twitching, “sure.”

One-hundred percent sure, according to Marinette the next day.

It’s some chemistry lesson half the class doesn’t pay attention to because they’re overreacting (ha) to their assigned lab partners, and Adrien’s fine since he’s paired with Good Friend Marinette. And although he doesn’t like her like that – after all, Ladybug’s a thing – she seriously is lovely company without so much as an awkward fence (excluding the way she stumbles heading to the bench) to hinder their bonding (haha).  

Because, for those in the back, they’re just friends.

She’s funny and kind and all that, talented too – class rep, master of the arts, always doing things for others. Her confidence is mystifying but not unappreciated. In fact, having a crush on her would baffle him since she’s so out of his league (he says, dressing up as a cat and going after a superhero) , or at least impossible considering how much she’s definitely kidding with her flirtatious behaviour. No matter what Nino says.

The equipment clinks on the benches as his partner sets up. Distracted by Chloé whinging about Alya for a lab partner, he’s oblivious to the manner about how Marinette scoots next to him.  

“Look at us together. I bet we were paired because we have so much chemistry,” she says, out of nowhere, and yet completely expected at the same time as he turns back. “I guess we just work so well together.”

His lips tickle, but he sterns himself by moving an elbow dumbly, knocking a small beaker of water so the contents spill across a ripped page of discarded notes. Her old work fuses to the bench as the ink bleeds and they watch. “Apparently not.”

Marinette cracks a grin. “You suck.”

“You suck.”

“You—”

The lesson is a blast.

Marinette doesn’t know how someone can get any more dumb. Or is it dumber? Whatever. They’re tied for English, anyway (“The A + stands for Adrien plus Marin—” “Shut up.”). And she knows it’s not her who’s the dumb one because, you know, you need to have the supremacy of a genius to have the flirtatious skills she can dish out, possibly a degree of some kind.

Adrien’s smart, but he’s not—

He’s not there sometimes. It’s because of her absolute lack of progress (and she knows the lines are just Too Good for her to not be at fault here) that she often wonders if retreating to the long-abandoned pink-cheeked and shy character would’ve made things any more obvious.

Not that she thinks they can.  

“When we get married, I shots the left side of the bed.”

Seriously.

“You’re only getting the prime bed spot if you take the most dishwashing days,” he plays along, musing irresponsible blond tuffs with the towel Kim’s tossed him as he slinks from the locker room. “That includes Sunday morning. Saturday nights are major guest nights.”

His lacrosse game couldn’t have gone better, even if Nino and Alya were babysitting and didn’t attend. He scored most of the goals and the pride warming Marinette’s expression as she greets him is what tops the cake. He still hears Alix, Kim and Ivan chatting jubilantly of their win as the door swings behind him.

“You’ve obviously thought about this before.”

Adrien snaps the towel at her, purposefully missing, but water that’s been tipped on his head spurs from it and Marinette’s composure is quelled as the assumption of sweat drives her over.  

“You wish.”

Boy does she ever.

They break into step down the hall. Adrien pats down his arms and side-eyes her. Her blue pools of comfort are already beaming at him.

“I did that good for a marriage proposal, huh?”

“Yep!”

He does little to hinder the bashful chuckle.  

“And you touched my shoulder twice yesterday. That’s sixty-eight percent more than usual according to Max.“

“That doesn’t mean we’re married, Marinette.”  

Her lips quirk. “Totally does.”

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[writing-the-end]

LoL Chapter 10- Danes

Masterpost

A Wizard Hermits tale (AU belongs to @theguardiansofredland )

Welcome to Danes, the valley of the Guild of Asklepion. The healers are under attack, and call upon the help of the hermits- legal or not, they’re the last hope to help a massacred guild. 

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Down in the peaceful valley, tucked in the quiet hills of central Lairyon, a fire raged and roared. Flames burn like dragon tongues, lashing across the wooden stables and grass covered roofs, marigold petals curling and wilting from the sheer heat of the destruction. 

“Are we too late to help the Asklepions?” Ren whimpers, red light mirroring off his tinted sunglasses. His tail tucks between his legs, ears folding back as an ifrit squabbles across the verdant grass plains. The stout monster leaves a trail of fire in its wake, black husked form like smoke rising from the angry fire. 

A shrill cry, and a loud crack makes the entire guild jump. From the flames, a massive branch whacks the fire monster. Enough strength to send the husked remains of the ifrit crashing into the strong base of an oak tree. The husk falls apart upon impact, like a snowball struck against a hard surface. 

From behind the branch wielding wizard, a kipling stumbles over his feet and opens his arms wide. Water sprays across the fire, dousing the flame. Smoke roils free, masking the damage to its fullest extent. At least, what’s visible to the hermits on the hill. But they can see that the fire is only the latest damage dealt to the healing guild’s peaceful complex, Danes. A quiet monastery for recovery and recuperation needs it’s own bones fixed. 

The woman with the tree branch, white dress fluttering in the wind as a white flag, locks eyes with the hermits. Even from such a distance, the hermits can see her anger cross the healer’s face and her weapon rise up. The kipling grabs her arm, pulling it down and pointing at the group. False leans on her claymore. “Should we maybe go down there and not stare?” 

Through the plain of wildflowers and grasses, the hermits arrive at the smoldering remains of the retreat. “Who are you and why are you here?” The woman with the branch growls, raising the weapon above her springy black hair. “Are you the ones who keep sending these shadow monsters?” 

“Well that’s rude.” Etho grumbles, crossing his arms. Those aren’t shadow monsters. Shadow monsters are pretty chill, in his opinion. 

“No, no it’s not us.” TFC steps back, alarmed by the amount of harm the healing mage did to that ifrit. For a guild that pledges an oath to heal, she definitely did a lot of damage to the husk. 

“These are the people Galena sent the message to.” The Kipling waves to the group. “That little boat I had to send all the way to the ocean?” 

“A little late, but better late than never. I’m Iris, come on, we need to get inside before another patrol notices us.” Iris tosses her branch to the side. 

“I’m Micha, I’m so glad you got our letter.” He offers the first smile the hermits have had since they arrived, something lacking in such a once peaceful and tranquil place. 

“What happened here?” Grian questions, fluttering over the other hermits to talk. He feels like he should be in on this- he is the guild’s only healer. 

“It was our second attack today. Lucky for us, the only real trouble was that ifrit.” Micha responds, running a hand over the charred wood of a collapsed building. The grassy green roof has fallen to the side, slanting upwards like a sudden hill. It was burnt, but not in any way that would have knocked it over. 

“Nothing about this is lucky.” Iris growls. “We’ve been attacked for the past week by irrational, strong, ash grey monsters. They destroyed our infirmary, ruined the gardens and healing runes. And worse of all, we had to break our oath. We’re healers, not fighters.” 

“Well, lucky for you, we’re a jack-of-all-trades kind of guild.” TFC hums, stooping low and picking up the remains of a runestone, the carved mark shattered but a curve and a line visible. 

“How did your guildmaster know about us?” Grian questions, looking more to Micha than Iris. He knows when to push boundaries, and when someone is best left alone. Something he’s learned the hard way. 

Micha shrugs. “I’m not sure, but Galena wanted only you...who are you people?” Micha tilts his head, wavy blue hair cascading off his shoulders. 

“We’re the Order of Hermits!” Grian cheers, proud of his guild, his family. 

But Doc knows that doesn’t answer Micha’s question. “We’ve faced these husks before. I don’t know how your guildmaster learned of us, but we can handle this kind of threat.” 

“You’ve seen this before?” Iris turns, suddenly intrigued by the group. “How? Why? Did they attack your complex as well?” 

The entire guild goes quiet, looking at any other place than the woman before them. Eyes falling on the burned and broken buildings, weapons and corpses scattered about. Flakes of husks still swirl among the ash and charred homes. Cleo growls, the silence killing her all over again. “We were contracted by Magistrate Dolios, to investigate a town that was having issues. When we went there, we found the entire place was dead of life, like all color and energy was sucked from the ground.” 

Iris tilts her head back. “That’s definitely not what’s happening here. Apart from the burnt buildings, everything here is still green and alive.” 

“You haven’t seen a creepy, adamantine crystal that sucks life up and attacks with spooky black mist?” Joe scribbles notes in his journal, the feather tip of his quill wiggling back and forth at his furious writing. Iris draws a perturbed stare at the poet wizard, and that’s all the answer he needs. 

“But there were people there. Or, what remains of what we can only call husks of people. Ashen, grey and flaky. Like that ifrit. They attacked us for no reason.” Cleo adds, catching Iris back on their story. 

“So...how’d you stop them?” Micha questions, motioning for them to continue to follow towards the guild hall. 

“We...didn’t really.” Cub rubs his neck, biting his lip. “We were outmatched, we didn’t know what to do at the time. I portaled them away, and we escaped.” 

“You survived, that’s what matters.” Micha soothes, brushing the white toga he wears, reminding himself and the disgruntled Iris of their position as healers. “What did magistrate Dolios do when you told him what you saw?” 

“Nothing. He sent us away, and did nothing. He didn’t even pay us.” Iskall hisses. “What a mega douche.” 

“That’s an understatement.” A shaken, elderly voice rises above Micha and the creaking noise of their guild halls opening. “At least you answered my plea for help.” 

The guild turns, peering into the dark halls. Across the overturned chairs and broken chandeliers, past the tables turned hospital beds. But the guildmaster is regal, even in her worst hours. Wisened eyes and a kind, wrinkled face is framed by silver hair. The old woman rises from her chair, her movement surprisingly agile despite her age. Fingers curl around her staff, the gemstone at the peak glowing as she moves. TFC recognizes the crystal as labradorite- an enchanted staff. Clever. 

“You spoke with the Council as well?” Xisuma tilts his head. She doesn’t look like she can walk from her bed to the bathroom without help, much less all the way to Milliara. 

“When these ‘husk’ attacks all started, we were hundreds strong.” Galena motions her staff to the expansive guild hall. “The Asklepions are masters of healing, many of us hailing from the great schools of Edenswell. As you can see now, there is hardly more than a dozen of us left, and no amount of pandering or begging can get the council to aid us.” 

“They wouldn’t help a healing guild?” Grian frowns, pouting with his arms crossed.

“They wouldn’t help a legal guild?” Doc raises his eyebrows.

“You guys aren’t legal?!” Iris squawks, shushed by Micha. She’s left to grumble, stalking off into the dredges of the guild hall. 

“I first went to the council. Magistrate Dolios turned down my request, the bastard.” Her thin lips curl, pleased to say such a dirty word. “I went to the Council guilds, each and every one of them. The same answer. There was only one person who could help us, one person above even the Council.” 

“King Sor.” Stress whispers. 

“Smart girl. Most don’t remember a time when the crown had a say in the nation’s dealings. Not since Dolios rose to power.” Galena nods her head slowly. “I went to King Sor, begged for him to help.” 

“And he said no as well?” Etho takes an educated guess, seeing the disaster the Asklepions are in now. 

“He said yes. Such a kind young man, a good king. Only wants the best for his people. King Sor expressed concern, fear for us. He wanted to help.” 

“So why didn’t he?” TFC tilts his head. The king could have easily sent the entire arcane guard to put an end to all of this.

“When the young king expressed his concern about these husk attacks, the entire throne room was swarmed with the Arcane guard- not the royal guard. They ushered King Sor from the hall, and promptly arrested his advisor, Tristea.” Galena closes her eyes, breath shaking across wrinkles. “I have never seen such fear in a person’s eyes than what I saw in Sormena’s eyes, I swear I saw his hair turn a mix of blue, purple, and copper.” 

The hermits share furrowed, concerned expressions mirrored across all their faces. Mumbo and Stress glance at each other, mouthing the name of their king. Who they both remember when he was just a prince. They both attended his coronation, what felt like a whole different life ago. Sor was always concerned about others, but he wasn’t afraid to speak his mind. This Sor Gelana speaks of is nothing like the one they knew. 

“So you’ve been fighting the husks all on your own? No arcane guards? Just…” Doc motions around at the destroyed guild hall. The last bastion to the dozen or so healing mages that remained. “Just a bunch of peaceful healers with no offensive magic?” 

“You’d be surprised how clever we healers can get when backed into a corner.” Iris growls. “We may not like it, but we’ve been able to hold our own, at least the best we can. My magic can set bones- but it can also break them.” She clenches her fist, causing Keralis to jump back. He swears he can hear the sound of a bone snapping, but no one cries out in pain. 

“But even then, we aren’t enough on our own.” Micha shakes his head. “That’s why we need you. Do you think you can help?” 

TFC looks around, at the dark hall. A hall that once was filled with life, with white robed healers mingling among patients and fellow guildmembers, sharing their meals in the warm glow of torches on the ancient wood tables that stretched down the hall. Now, the torches are out and the seats are empty, tables for food now makeshift hospital beds and barricades against the doors. This place is nothing like Gildara. If anything, it’s worse. There was no sign of struggle in Gildara, only a lack of life. But here, he can see the life fading, burnt and broken. And with each healer, each guildmember that dies, they take a bit with it. Filling the land with death. 

Whatever these husks are, whatever kind of dark magic they’re from, it steals life, and leaves only death. “We-” 

The door behind the hermits slams open, heavy oak bouncing off the aged wood walls. A lithe man is gasping for breath, blood coating his white alb and ash clinging to the hem. Half of the healers jump into action, drawing their circles and weapons. Every single hermit brandishes their own magic, waiting to see if the man is a husk or human. 

He lifts his head, revealing deep brown eyes and a feverish face. “They’re back. On the Western rise. More than I’ve ever seen.”

[mihsna]

Its never been easy. Gundah gelana hati ini cuma tak ku kongsi semuanya. Luka lama masih terasa, ntah sampai bila mahu rasa bahagia sebenarnya.

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Notis 27 Jam

بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ 

Assalamualaikum. Coretan kali ini amat berat untuk saya tulis. Malah, saya mengumpul tenaga untuk menulis bukan kerana tidak mampu, tapi ianya soal hati yang saya rasa berat untuk diungkapkan dalam bentuk penulisan.

Saya teringat kali pertama mengenalnya seawal saya berusia 14 tahun. Kami ditakdirkan berada dalam kelas yang sama. Sebelum itu, saya bukan tidak kenal individu berbadan kecil, sopan dan comel itu. Saya cuma tahu nama dan tidak mengenali dengan lebih mendalam.

Hari demi hari, saya sedar kami banyak berkongsi persamaan. Ya, jujurnya dia seorang yang sangat baik dan amat sedikit berkata-kata. Tapi, saya suka berlawak sehingga dia pun turut sama ketawa.

Yalah, saya memang lawak :p

Bagi memendekkan cerita, dia memang seorang kawan yang layak digelar sahabat.

Saya akui, acuan diri kita sebagai seorang manusia banyak campur tangan orang. Apa yang saya maksudkan ialah.. untuk menjadi manusia, didikan terhasil daripada ibu bapa, adik-beradik serta rakan-rakan yang berada di sekeliling kita.

Bagi saya...

Dia selalu ada saat saya gembira, sampailah tiba saat duka saya.

Dia selalu memberi tunjuk ajar, ataupun nasihat yang berguna.

Dia selalu ada dengan saya, walaupun selepas 2 tahun kemudian kami tidak berada dalam kelas yang sama.

Jarangkali saya terasa hati dengan nya. Kalau ada pun mungkin sudah lama hilang dan luput dari ingatan saya.

Hari ini dia akan pergi. Ya, sahabat saya akan pergi melanjutkan pelajaran di bumi orang. Saya amat terharu kerana saya antara orang yang terawal diberitahu tentang berita ini.

Saya dikhabarkan bahawa dia akan pergi ke Morocco pada awal Selasa. Saya tahu perjalanan ke Morroco mengambil masa yang lama. Saya sangat berharap agar dia sempat membaca apa yang saya tulis ini.

Akhir kalam,

Nuha, pergilah mengembara di bumi ini dengan hati yang tenang. Lihatlah betapa hebatnya ciptaan Allah yang tidak mampu ditandingi oleh insan yang lemah seperti manusia.

Nuha, terbanglah engkau dan carilah ilmu sedalam yang mungkin. Kerana dengan ilmu itu akan membuatkan kita lebih dekat dengan Pencipta.

Nuha, sungguh akan aku jadi saksi setiap kebaikan yang pernah kau lakukan. Hanya mata hati melihat yang hakiki, mata kepala hanya melihat yang sementara. Kecantikan yang sebenar ialah kebaikan. Dan yang kekal hanyalah kebenaran.

Ya Rabb,

Saat aku mempunyai teman,

Ingatkanlah aku bahawa akan ada sebuah akhir,

Sehingga aku tetap bersama yang tak pernah akhir.

Ya, kau akan pergi.

Ya, kau akan jauh,

Ya, kau akan terbang.

Jangan risau,

doaku juga akan turut terbang bersamamu,

mengiringi setiap langkah mu.

Jangan khuatir,

doaku juga akan sentiasa menggantikan diri aku,

dikala engkau gembira.

atau gundah gelana.

Semoga kita bersua kembali.

Tulus ikhlas,

sahabatmu.

[fishfingersalad]

homestuck ocs!! Zirkit Terrip, Rydehr Gelana, and Dhalie Xantak

[ao3feed-berena]

Fallout

by Gelana

One touch makes Serena's evening infinitely more complicated.

Words: 419, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Holby City

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Serena Campbell

Relationships: Serena Campbell/Bernie Wolfe

Read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2OKIzVu

[snacc-noir]

The Idiot Effect - Part 2

Marinette the Flirt AU 

AO3

(Basically the fic where Marichat’s a brotp and Marinette’s a mess of a flirt but it’s hilarious. Also i suggest you read chapter 1 first because yeah that’s how numbers work i guess)

Even Chat’s gleeful that evening, fashion-disaster akuma confidently ruining his schedule and all. It’s typical banter, happy days, and being pulverised into city building walls.  

Adrien can’t pay much attention to his acquired brain injuries after today. He’s won his lacrosse game and he’s with her and it’s wonderful: the superheroine and girl of his dreams with a brain as thick as the brick he’s soon thwacked against. She can’t pick up his utter amour for her no matter the flirt, but it doesn’t matter because they’re great friends having great times fighting for their lives and universe as they know it thrice a week.

The best of moments.

“We’ll have this science failure wrapped up in no time, M’lady,” he assures with a smile too large for a Monday afternoon. “Our chemistry is immaculate.”

Joltingly, a green slob of magical rudeness cuts through their side-by-side stance.

Her lips are sly, mixed-coloured suit leaping in his peripheral as she murmurs, “Apparently not.”

Chat’s feet stutter on the ledge. Just for a second.  

One day, one day, he’ll admit to her straightforward – no jokes, no grins, no puns. A great sacrifice, yeah, but as Chat Noir it’s only expected of his bravery to pour his heart out to the most fantastic woman on earth. He has nothing to lose anyway – just maybe a shred of hope that he’ll get to spend his life with her and promise her everything in the world because he’s that guy. But it’s not as if his love for her can be blamed on him mind you, since,

“Ladybug– Ladybug is incredible.”

He’ll love her with a chance or without. No matter what his insecurities or Plagg thinks.

“Marinette’s cooler,” Plagg retorts around a bite of camembert cheese, once again falling tired of his chosen’s latest monologue about how amazing his dream wife was in battle.

A basketball lands in Adrien’s catch. “Stop with that.”

“You totally like her.”

“Plagg.”

“I know you do.” The entire roll magically disappears in his much smaller body. “I know everything.”

Lifting himself upright on the couch, he pegs the ball at Plagg in effort to get him to shut up, but the whole levitating and fusing with matter thing don’t really work in his favour. A sound clutters nearby and Adrien grins seeing the stack of cheese on the piano tumble variously.  

Plagg gasps and his owner rolls back into the sofa. “Then tell me how Ladybug hasn’t figured out I have more than a ‘crush’ on her.”

“Oh, yes; when she called you her little fanboy.” Plagg huffs, unbeknownst to Adrien if it’s from the Fall of Bastille or cynical indifference. “I guess you’re just so cool she can’t possibly imagine that someone like you, your royal awesomeness, could fall for her.”

Adrien’s brow slumps, hanging over soundless green eyes of ‘Shut your cheese trap’. His room, the definition of Rich Kid Flex, waits in a silence that holds Adrien’s dignity (if there’s much left) by the neck.

“Or there’s another guy.”

Adrien stills.

Another guy?

“Another—”  

“Yeah. Why not?” Adrien hasn’t even realised Plagg’s allocated another camembert roll until a familiar, repulsive, gulping sound. But it’s the words that coil unpleasantly in his gut.

Why not?

Ladybug very much in fact could have another guy lined up in her unmasked persona, which already seems doubtful because doesn’t she have, like, the best judgment? (‘That’s rude, Adrien, you’re right but still.) And besides, he can… wait… forever. It’ll be like waiting for his dad to join him for dinner! It sucks, but Adrien’s persistent. One day. Sure.  

Sure.

Adrien presses his lips into a thin line and looks up at the kwami with a meek expression. “You don’t really think so, do you?”

An uninterested murmur meets him.

“Eh, even if there is, you can always go to Marinette.”

“Marinette is kidding, Plagg,”

That’s the difference. He’s not with Ladybug – that’s blatantly obvious – but Marinette is… well she’s certainly forward but she’s also certainly joking. He knows this. Plagg knows it, and yet—

“She’s still cooler, though.”

Adrien face-slams a pillow. What is with him with that? Looking back, he doesn’t know what he expected when talking to Plagg of all a-holes about the situation. Advice? Sympathy? Ha. He’s the god of bad luck for a reason, and that reason seems to be making Adrien’s life a laughingstock.  

And a laughingstock it is. Not that Adrien knows it.

Plagg inhales more camembert to cover his chuckles.

“Why don’t you just ask him out for real?”

A locker’s door slam shakes the adjacent compartments.  

“I asked him to marry me the other day, Alya.” Marinette checks if she has everything sealed in her bag (‘Physics textbook, lunch box, cookies, true feelings about Adrien. Check.’) before the weight joins the burdens on her back. “I don’t think I can be any more obvious.”

“Maybe he thinks you’re jok—”  

“And after moaning about how hungry I was, I asked in the cafeteria if I could order him because he was a ‘certified meal’.”

Her friend’s casual serenity goes stiff. Alya’s hand slaps to her mouth, lips rigid and trying feebly to keep in the sudden influx of erratic snickers. Huffing, Marinette offers her back to talk to instead as she trots for the hall.  

“What are you—?” A throat clears, Marinette’s stride out the threshold warning she had thin time to get herself collected or she’ll be walking by herself. “What are you thinking you’ll do? Finally confess?”

“I’m not sure.”

Really, she’s not. There’s something so exhilaratingly frustrating about watching an obtuse straight-A student frolic around his own obliviousness while she throws him her feelings like flower petals, as though it’s a wedding with his comical dumbness as the marital. But there’s something safe about not laying the grounds of her true ardour seriously for him to trample on anyway. He very much could not like her – in fact, he likely doesn’t. And that’s fine!  

As long as she doesn’t have to hear it from him.

Shielding her palpable heart with whims of wits seems the safest route, because no matter her confidence level, being brave enough to literally confess is another story; another genre entirely –  

Fiction.

“I know you can do it, girl. Don’t doubt yourself. And if all goes wrong, like say, Adrien running your feelings over with a reminder that you’re just friends,”

Marinette’s pace stammers a little,

“blame his dumb judgment with his dumb detective skills.”

She sighs, thoughts arguing. Her bag strap fills her grip as she politely tells the whispers of insecurities to get stuffed.

“Thanks, Alya.”

Maybe… she could consider it.

-

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