#i was like activity for today? lets go look at this pond. activity for today? tidepooling

[thechiton]

one of my friends visited me and another friend this summer, and i guess when he visited my other friend she took him to parties and cool shops and hung out with cool people, and i mostly dragged him around to various bodies of water so we could see what animals were inside

[youleftmenochoicebut]

Part two of gold rush where they get their cottage in whales please 🙏🏽

PEACE — regulus black.

SUMMARY. — you and Regulus live happily ever after. that's it.

PAIRING. — regulus black x fem!pureblood!reader

WARNINGS. — fluff, kinda au cause reg doesnt get the dark mark

A/N. — i didnt plan on doing a part 2 but oh well <3 anyways! heres part 1; this is so short im sorry!!!

war is over. as much as you can't believe it, it's true. Voldemort is dead, mostly thanks to Regulus' brother and his friends' actions, and to the Order's activity. it ended weeks ago.

meanwhile, you and your husband have been hiding here for the past three years, ever since graduating Hogwart's. you've been hiding, like cowards, and unfortunately you can't feel shame or embarrassment in that regard. at least you're alive, unlike some of your friends. Evan didn't make it, which led to Barty's psychotic break. Dorcas' girlfriend, Marlene and her family didn't make it, killed by Voldemort personally this summer. Peter, who turned out to be a traitor, didn't make it either. there are a lot more loses on both sides of the war, of course, but you try not to think about it much.

it's early morning when you sit on the edge of your shared bed, reading through the letter from Lily that your owl just delivered. you take in the latest news from London, a small smile on your face. Lily's pregnant again, Sirius and Remus moved in together into Grimmauld Place, Mary's got a new cat. it all seems so mundane, after months and months of bad information, you shake your head at it.

you place the letter on your nightstand, then settle back to bed, turning around to find Regulus staring at you sleepily. your baby girl is still fast asleep in her crib by your bed.

"what's with the letter, huh?" Regulus rasps out, reaching his hand out to graze his fingers over your bare shoulder, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "is it Lily or Remus?"

"s'Lily. m'gonna write her back later after you read it." you murmur, careful to keep your voice down, and you sigh. "i have to feed Astra. can you make pancakes for breakfast?"

"sure." your husband nods, leans in to plant a quick peck on the bridge of your nose (he knows how much you despise morning breath), and gets up. as you watch him leave the bedroom you thank Merlin that he sleeps in only his boxers, and you can ogle his backside like a horny teenager as he walks away.

you roll onto your back, letting out a heavy breath, then glance at the crib just few feet from you, your four month old sucking on her dummy with her eyes already wide open.

almost forty-five minutes pass before you finally go downstairs. Astra is fed, changed and completely awake, swaddled in a baby wrap close to your chest. your steps are slow and deliberate as you make your way into the kitchen, where you are met with the sight of Regulus moving around the space, humming some tune under his breath whilst flipping pancakes. you stand in the doorway, just watching him happily before Astra betrays you with a bubbly shrieking laugh, her eyes focused on her daddy too.

"i'm almost done, ladies." your husband looks up at you, nodding you to come closer, and so you do. you lean back against the kitchen island, your hands resting under Astra's swaddled body, making sure she's held up alright. your baby keeps sending Regulus toothless smiles, cooing and babbling. she's been like this for only a few days after she hit a milestone.

you spend your days in peace like that. being a family. sometimes you go out for walks in the nearby woods, letting Astra nap in the fresh air. sometimes you sit in your garden, by the pond. sometimes you don't leave the house, lounging around all day and marvelling at the miracle your daughter was. today is one of these days. so domestic, most would deem boring. but that's what you love.

when you and Regulus go to bed that night, it's late. past midnight. you're certain Astra is starting teething, because she's been fussy ever since her afternoon nap. for now she's back asleep in her crib, although tossing and turning a bit, and you stare up at the ceiling mindlessly. you feel Regulus' hand creep over your body and resting on your hip, but you're too tired to even look at him now.

"ma chérie." he whispers, his thumb moving over your hip in soothing circles, and his other hand grips your chin lightly, turning your head in his direction. "hi."

"hi." you whisper back, nibbling on your lower lip as you stare into his grey eyes. you snuggle closer to him, your head resting on his chest and your arms wrap around his torso. "Merlin, you're always so cold."

Regulus snorts, and without looking up you know he's rolling his eyes, squeezing you in with his hands settling on your bum. you shiver at the feeling, reaching down to pull the covers over the two of you, and the moment you close your eyes a piercing wail sounds out from the crib. you practically jump out of bed, but Regulus brings you back down.

"stay. i'll go"

[xxsabitoxx]

Twenty One.

Kyojuro x gn reader

A/N: Today is my 21st birthday, since Kyojuro’s is only three days after mine, I figured I’d write this </3

Word count: 1.2k

You’re humming softly, hanging the laundry on the line so it will dry as the sun rises. It’s peaceful, dew covering the grass as a symphony of frogs can be heard through the trees by the pond. Birds chirp softly as they wake, accompanying you in your solitude. Today is a special one, Kyojuro is turning twenty. You smile at the thought, you had some activities planned for the day to celebrate his completed teenage years and welcome him into early adulthood. You’d make breakfast together, spend the morning quietly just as he liked.

Then, in the afternoon you’d go on a walk to the pond less than a mile from your estate and have a small picnic. Finally, in the evening, you’d be meeting up with your fellow Hashira to really celebrate him. Kyojuro wasn’t aware of any of this, which made it even more special to you. It was hard to get anything by him, never mind surprise him. You clipped the last piece of laundry, yelping as warm arms wrapped around your midsection. “Kyojuro! You scared me!” You’re laughing now, feet leaving the ground as he twirls you. “Sorry, my love.” He’s laughing too.

“It’s alright, it doesn’t even matter.” He’s setting you down, allowing you to turn and face him. “What matters is this…” you're pushing upwards, kissing his lips tenderly before pulling away. “Happy birthday, my shining star.” You smile harder as his face blooms red, eyes diverting from yours with a wobbly smile. “What’s that look for?” You teased softly, hands cupping his warm cheeks. “I didn’t think anyone would remember.” He confesses softly, a look of hurt dawning on your face. “Didn’t think anyone would remember? It’s May 10th, the most important day.”

He’s turning redder, eyes shutting as he presses his forehead to yours. “I’m sorry.” It’s soft and meek, you have to wonder how many birthdays passed him by where nobody remembered. “Nothing to be sorry for, it’s your birthday so stop apologizing.” A real smile creeps up his face, eyes opening slowly to look down at you. “Thank you.” You kiss him again, hoping it gets your feelings across better than any words you could utter. “I have a whole day planned for you, Kyo. So why don’t we start with breakfast?” His smile was blinding . “We’ll make it together?” He was letting you go, taking your hand in his to pull you back towards the house.

“Of course! We’ll make whatever you want.”

The kitchen was a mess by the time you were done, flour covering your cheeks while strawberry jam covered his. You were laughing, sitting on the porch because the sun had yet to dry the dew off the grass, eating the breakfast you had made together. “This is why we don’t make breakfast together.” He’s laughing as he eats, watching you carefully as you try the food. “No, this is why you don’t make breakfast.” It’s lighthearted, funny even, and it means the world to him for some reason. He loves how unserious you can be, a beautiful change of pace from the life he knew after his mother passed. He could laugh with you, speak his mind and not worry.

“Touché.” His face was beginning to hurt from the smile that wouldn’t leave. You made his heart feel so impossibly full, as if it would burst at any moment. “So, I was thinking we could clean up, us and the kitchen I mean. And then we can pack a basket and head down to the pond. Maybe go see Senjuro too, or even invite him on the picnic?” You loved the way his eyes seemed to sparkle. “That sounds wonderful, I’ll send a crow to him in a little bit. I’m sure he’s still sleeping.” If Kyojuro could, he’d have already moved Senjuro in with the two of you by now. The boy didn’t want to leave their father alone, even if he deserved it. Kyojuro respected the decision of course. Despite everything, he still loved his father.

“You know, I was thinking of ways to make this day special for you. Especially since you’ve been granted some time off by Master. I’ve been struggling, but I hope the things I have planned for you are worthwhile.” You were pretty sure he’d love it, though you still harboured doubt. “You could never disappoint me. This is already more than enough.” Which was the honest truth. A simple happy birthday from you would have been enough to make his heart full. The fact that you were going the extra mile was enough to solidify his decision… he’d ask you to marry him. Perhaps even at the picnic today, with his little brother present.

He’d been holding on to the ring for a while now anyways.

The ring on your finger sparkles in the early morning sun. A whole year has passed, once again May 10th has arrived. Kyojuro turns twenty one today. Similarly, it marks one year since he asked you to marry him. You began clipping the fresh laundry, humming softly as you worked. Unlike last year, Kyojuro wasn’t home. He’d been sent on a mission, apparently many people had gone missing while riding a particular train. Knowing Kyojuro, if all went well, he’d be home by this afternoon to celebrate this special day.

“I wonder if he’ll want to go on a picnic again…” you hadn’t planned this day out like you did last year. The surprise party with the other pillars had turned into an engagement party as well. You smiled thinking back on that night, you wanted to go back so bad. You’d never seen Kyojuro smile that much, eyes sparkling in wonder like a small child trying candy for the first time. But, since he was on a mission, you figured taking the day to relax and spend time with one another was for the best. You could always go out with friends some time later in the week.

You’re soaking in the quiet morning, surprised you don’t hear birds chirping or the frogs croaking down by the pond. Rather, it seems everything has gone still, only a slight breeze rustling the leaves of the trees around you. The morning dew wasn’t as prominent as it had been last year, though you didn’t mind your feet being dry. Humming still, you picked up your half empty basket and made your way around to the other side of the drying line. The gentle flapping of a crow had you stopping in your tracks. “Oh, he must be on his way back…” you smiled at the thought.

You watched the crow land on top of the drying line’s pole, waiting for Kyojuro’s message. But, the words the crow uttered had your laundry basket slipping from your grasp. The basket tipped as it hit the ground, damp laundry spilling into the grass as you fell to your knees. Violent sobs shook you to your very core, lungs threatening to collapse as all oxygen was pulled from you. The morning that had been so unusually silent was now filled with your blood curdling screams, tears spilling down your cheeks in rivets. Kyojuro had left the world the same day he had entered it.

Never quite making it to twenty one.

[postwarlevi]

First day of autumn short

a/n 1k words kinda proofread. first of three September drabbles. Please enjoy the attempt at a comeback :)

"Good morning." You hear the soft voice of your husband right next to your ear, his lips then kissing your eyelids lightly before they flutter open.

"Levi." You mumble, pulling him closer for a morning cuddle, smiling when he lays his top half across your body.

It's the weekend now. It's okay to sleep in, be a little lazy.

Then your eyes pop open wide. "It's festival day!"

It's finally fall, and it's opening day of the towns annual autumn festival and market.

"I was wondering when you'd remember." Levi chuckles and kisses your cheek and rolls off of you and out of bed.

"I'm so excited!" You get out of bed too and put your slippers on, going to the window. "I've been looking forward to this for weeks! The games, the rides, the food, the FOG!"

"The what?" He asks, looking over at you, coming to stand next to you.

You're frowning, the curtains open now.

"Oh." Levi sees now. It's an extremely foggy day. This could put a damper on things.

He puts his arm around your shoulder and feels them drop and know there's a frown on your usually bright, happy face.

"Well, it's still early, you never know." He says, knowing that you're thinking the day is ruined.

"You know they'll postpone." You say dejectedly.

You might not be wrong. When it's this foggy, the roads are hard to see, getting around is difficult, and the town you live isn't going to put people at risk.

"Come on, let's go see." He takes your hand and shuffles you along to the living room to check the local news station.

It's true, on the banner running across the screen, there's a notice the festival won't start as anticipated. Depending on the weather, it might start later, tomorrow, or just get moved to next week.

"We can still go later maybe." Levi says, kissing your temple and moving your hair back as you sigh and lean into him.

"I know, it's probably just for today. It's just, we had it all planned." You were going to meet friends in a bit, and the opening weekend of the festival always has special activities that will have to be moved around or cancelled all together maybe.

"It's alright. We'll still have fun when we get to go. Let's go get some breakfast for now." He tries to take your mind off the disappointment.

You agree and stay in your sleepwear while you make breakfast together and Levi has you smiling in no time.

You spend the next while making an extravagant breakfast, making a bit of a mess in the process, which he doesn't even worry about. You eat some in the kitchen, then move into the living room, putting on a movie you've seen a hundred times that's perfect for the first day of fall.

"Is it looking any better out there?" Levi asks, seeing you looking out the window.

You shake your head. "No, not yet. Guess it'll be like this late into the day." You finish your plate and get up to take it to the sink.

"I'm sorry pumpkin. We'll go another day." He promises, following you into the kitchen.

"It's okay, I'm having a nice day with you. We'll just replan for next week." You smile, taking his plate as well.

Levi smiles back and helps you with the clean up, happy you seem to be making the best of things.

You call the friends you were going to meet and agree to meetup next weekend instead, while Levi makes some hot tea for you both.

Still in your pajamas, a rarity in your house, you both put robes on and go out back to sit in the porch.

Even with the fog around the area the view you do have is lovely. You bought this house a few years ago for many reasons, including the view of the town passed the hill you are one. There are pine trees behind the house along with a small pond Levi built with some of your friends so passing wildlife would have a drink and you could watch them.

Levi hears you sigh and sees the dreamy look in your eyes. His heart skips, you're always beautiful. He could watch you do nothing all day and be content. The fact that you look like this the most when it's just you and him in your home makes him happier than he can express.

You feel him staring. "Drink your tea." You smirk, taking a sip of your own.

You reach your arm out and Levi takes your hand right away, giving it a squeeze. Staying out there a little longer he sees you shiver and insists it's time to go back inside.

"What next?" You ask, putting your arms around him.

He chuckles and holds you close, kissing you softly.

"Well, we made a mess of the kitchen, watched a seasonal movie, drank tea out on the porch." He lists the things off you've done before noon has even hit.

"There's still more baking, taking a mid morning nap, doing a puzzle." You add to the things to do.

"Clean." He throws in there, making you groan.

"I'm kidding, just kidding. Let's go for a walk."

You both dress comfortably and go wander close by among the trees, putting pinecones into a tote bag to make a wreath with later on.

"Thank you sweetheart. You've really helped make this the best fall day." You stop on the way back to the house, nuzzling into his shoulder, enjoying the serenity and Levis presence.

"You're welcome love. Thank you for being here with me."

You finish making your way back to the house and before you go in, see the view of the town in the distance is more clear, indicating the fog is finally dissipating.

"Want to try to see if we can still make it today?" Levi asks as you go back into the house.

"It'll be there next weekend. Can we just get back in pajamas?" You ask with a hopeful look. There's still so much more day left to spend together. And you only want to spend it with him.

"Sounds good to me."

[kanene-yaaay]

In Between Feathers and Smiles

Kanene's notes: As it seems when I wasn't looking ??? Fucking Felipe Minecraft just came here and made a nest in my mind and refuses to leave so now I have a new comfort character as it seems.

Also I know that Richas and Philza didn't interact a lot but I like to think they are final bosses for each other. The day Richas adopts him as his father and Philza adopts him as his son the island explodes and life come to a full cycle.

Warnings: None! Just a tad of angst with plenty of fluff and some silly cheer up tickles. Ticklish!Richarlyson and Ler!Philza. Around 4.000 words. Richas uses all pronouns here.

[~*~]

Tio Phil had a nice place.

Richas didn’t spend a lot of time there. Important talks were usually held in other secured spaces and he would rather spend some time building with her parents or causing some ruckus somewhere in the island than constantly invade Tallulah and Chay’s home. Even if they got closer after the Egg Island, it didn’t mean that he stopped feeling awkward around his siblings.

But today… They was tired.

So they hiked to the top of the wall, turned off Philza’s collecting machine and fell in the middle of the potato crops, watching the clouds as they calmly danced around their always-perfectly-sunny sky. 

Looking at them, she wouldn’t have to think about how much she missed pai Cellbit and Pa Roier every single day, about how scared Empanada looked and the way she was always clutching her scythe now or how she and mãe Bagi barely came out of their securated base anymore. 

If he watched enough the fading forms of the fluffy clouds and the occasional birds that came and went, he wouldn’t have to think about the sharp shapes and bright colors he saw today when he woke up in his old room in pai Cellbit’s castle, full of new stinging scratches covering entirely his arms and legs, the canvas and room filled with red drops of paint and blood. Nor how it felt to burn the piece of art and bury the ashes aways before anyone could see it.

Yes. The Wall was nice. It was calm and beautiful and since her tio and siblings were sleeping like rocks somewhere well hidden he could sneak a few jumps in their trampoline before coming back to a second nap by the plants. 

From time to time he would feel something bump on his hand and turn around only to see a cute, small tortoise calmly biting and chewing on a leaf of the crop, probably a fresh fugitive from Talullah’s pond. They could respect its chaotic nature.

“Holy fuck!” A shout nearby almost made him jump out of his skin, fastly turning around, sword in hand, only to see his tio in a similar situation, hand on his heart as he tried to regain his breath amidst his surprised laughter. “Gods, Richarlyson you scared the shit out of me.”

That fished an amused crackle out of Richas, who didn’t feel much like it, but got up and waved a few times, writing a greeting for the adult. She kind of was in his home, afterall.

“Hi, tio! Good afternoon.”

“Good afternoon,” Philza answered, putting his tools back on his trusted backpack once again, now already realizing what was the reason for his machine to have stopped working out of nowhere. He instead pulled a basket out of it. 

It has been a while since he harvested his own potatoes by hand, but he had no hurry or plans today. Besides, it was quite a calming activity. 

“Were you looking for me? Sorry, me, Chayanne and Tallulah have been spending a lot of time in our… other house.” 

It was definitely a way to explain Rose’s protected sanctuary, but he couldn’t tell the kid about that.

A crossing thought made Philza’s body freeze and his eyes became wide. “Wait, is it about our trip? Is it time? Ok, I already got everything prepared but I still need a couple more minutes to leave Tallulah and Chayanne somewhere safe with someone and then we can go… Let me see who is already awake…”

A push in his arm stopped his sentence and called his attention to the dragons’ words. 

“It’s fine! :D” Another blue sign quickly followed the first, the sentences being written fast and messily. “It’s not the time for our trip yet, don’t worry. I was just passing by here and decided to take a nap.”

The small dragon, a barely nestling, crouched and let their tail drag across the soil in a calming manner. 

There was no rush today. Philza felt his muscles untense.

“Alright then. That is good.” The adult smiled, more relaxed. Richas never commented this with anyone, but sometimes his tios looked like they’re a thousand years old. “Sorry for interrupting your relaxing nap then, mate. As I said, I already got everything covered. The moment you need me, just call, ok?”

Energetic nods. Philza answered with one of his own and turned around, going back to his activity. It was already a habit at this point, to watch a kid with the corner of his eyes as he went on about his day, always aware to any danger or enemy that could appear. That is how he watched as Richas swayed in the same place when he turned around, expression falling to a neutral face as they broke their signs and threw them out of the wall before falling on the ground again, closing her eyes.

Richarlyson was a good kid. An energetic little shit rocketing from one place to the other with an adventurous and reckless spirit almost as big as his heart. Anyone who spent more than 2 minutes with him would see, clear as day how much he loved his parents and loved even more to give them gray hair, always ready for a playful chase, a harmless prank or a fun playdate with his siblings. They didn’t stumble on each other too much nowadays, but at any given time Philza would protect and take care of him just as much as his own kids if needed. 

He was a good egg (literally).

That is why it was easy to see that something was off with her. Seeing her walking around without one of his parents or Bad was rare, but not an alarming sign itself, being as independent as they was. But that together with the way that her gestures lacked their usual uncontrollable energy, how he fell the moment Philza turned away and how tiredness clung in his form and brought shadows to her eyes and a weight to her shoulders was definitely something worth noticing.

Something had been bothering the boy and knowing his family and their history on the island… Well, not a single islander had been free from the horrors that permeated every corner of the place, but the brazilians seemed to receive a special - and not in the good way - attention more often than not. 

Needless to say, Richarlyson probably had a lot to get worried and sad over, unfortunately. 

All of them, the guardians, did their best to save their nestlings the best they could from the enemies and disasters that seemed to follow their every step. However there was just so much a small group could do against gods knows how many entities before their children also began paying a parcel of the price.

It was sorrowful to see the young one like this, but Philza wouldn’t pry. If the kid wanted to come and vent he would happily lend them an ear and give his best comfort. If Richas wanted to just hang out in silence and enjoy the refreshing breeze from the top of the wall then Philza would let him be, as well.

Therefore, he kept collecting the potatoes, humming one of Tallulah’s songs while putting them in crates and organizing the crates in a pile next to the security fence together with the other thousands crates that were already there.

Maybe he should follow Pierre’s example and start selling them to the Federation. Getting paid and becoming an official provider or something like that.

… Nah, he would rather die.

Philza turned around to get another round of potatoes, this time to make more avocado toast to nibble on until dinner, where his daughter would oblige him to cook actual true food for them - which is unfair, because avocado toast is a very good, healthy and energetic, fulfilling food! - when he saw it. ‘It’, more specifically being Richarlyson, who was still around three feets away from him, just like she was after the end of their conversation. Which didn’t make any sense since Philza had moved a good distance further away from his initial spot while harvesting and taking care of his plantation.

Hm. 

Interesting.

He kept his gaze forward and his hands moving, not actively watching the kid but still paying attention for any kind of move.

A few steps away, he crouched to adjust a crop that had been almost removed from its spot, planting and firming it back on the soil before getting up again, his wings partially open to lower the sun rays hitting his back.

(With them being destroyed as they were, there was little use he could give them, but this would have to do.)

Pretending to stretch, he tilted his head just slightly amount, in the perfect angle to see that Richas, once again, had moved somehow in this short period of time and was now closer to him, laying on the ground with her eyes closed, a light snore coming out of her muzzle in a quiet ‘mimimi’ sound.

Philza held back a snort.

They kept this up for a while, almost as a game. Philza would continue his task, turn his head for half of a second and when he turned his attention back to the young one it was to see that they was already close again, “napping” with no worries, dead to the world as a rock, all across the field. There was a moment when the winged blonde could almost swear that he saw him crawling amidst the potatoes while following him. 

Philza thinks he did a pretty good job in not laughing out loud at their antics, only letting out one or two small snickers here and there fly in the air before being swept away.

He was taking the toasts out of the furnace and storing them in pots when the little dragon “woke up”, yawning and stretching, an amused grin blossoming in his face.

“Hey, king, glad that you're awake. Just made a fresh stack of avocado toast. Here, take some, take some, make sure you have enough for any emergency or attack.”

A loud wheeze was pried from his lips at watching her previous grin quickly turn into a sour face at the sight of the toast, stepping away from them in a half of second. 

Richarlyson quickly shook her head as she emphasized that he “would rather have a short and happy life instead, thanks” and that “Tallulah told me terror stories about these when we were in Egg Island 0_0 I am traumatized”, as the signs he placed on the ground said. 

Philza had to hold himself on the fence so he and the toast didn't fall from the wall with the force of his laughter.

“Alright, alright.” He quickly acquiesced, putting the rest of the food in the remaining pot and disposing them all in his backpack, planning to bring it to the pantry later. “What if we shared these sandwiches Chayanne made me this morning, then? He is trying a new recipe and it's just delicious.”

The disgusted expression quickly melted away when they heard the mention of a new snack. Philza unwrapped it under Richas’ wide attentive eyes and offered him only to have his hand pushed away, the kid shaking his head furiously.

“What? Why? Did Tallulah tell you scary stories about her siblings’ cooking abilities too?”

Richas denied, looking a tad out of the place before apparently deciding on their words.

“You can keep it, tio! Chayanne made it for you and it's no problem, I am not hungry >:D” 

Another sign. 

“Besides, if I need some I can just go to Tio Bad's house and steal his refrigerator! I still have a lot in my backpack though.”

To show his point, the small one began pulling pot after pot of cooked goodies from his backpack: lasagna, soup, candies, more candies, chocolate, a not very good looking or even fresh bread, tamales… He proudly showed his collection, bouncing on the same spot before starting to put them back from where they came from.

This nestling…

“I am not saying that you don't have food. I know you're always prepared and I am pretty sure you even have one or two illegal items in your backpack too.” He rested his back on the tree behind him, careful to avoid hitting Missa's painting, smiling as his nephew stared at him with a mischievous glint in his eyes, bouncing on the same spot, not denying or confirming his suspicions. “But I still want to share a good sandwich with you, mate.”

Richas still didn't look convinced. He seemed to be listening, though. That was a good step.

“I am sure that Chayanne wouldn’t care too. He actually loves giving everyone good food and showing his skills to the island. Which is perfect. I can send him your thanks later.”

It was interesting how, even though all the similarities, every sibling was still very different from each other, in both their personalities and actions, and sometimes Philza liked to muse about it. At his words Richarlyson didn't nervously twist his fingers like Tallulah used to do when thinking hard about something or deviated his gaze like Chayanne when he knew what he wanted but thought that he should want another thing. Instead, the dragon fledgling watched him intently, looking for something. 

They must have found it, because they smiled in an embarrassed manner and let his tail wag excitedly once, breaking the signs and walking to his side on the tree.

Philza handed them their sandwich and Richarlyson began eating, satisfied, small growling sounds escaping between each bite as they enjoyed the moment. 

Without meaning to or even thinking too much about it, Philza answered back with a quiet, pleased caw, his right wing expanding to surround the little one, not locking her amidst his feathers, but creating a shield from the Sun.

(If only it could completely shield them from the dangers.)

“Do you like it?” Richas answered by taking a large bite and ripping the sandwich in half, ears wiggling in contentment. The adult chuckled.

“Good to know, king.”

They spent some time like this before a sign was placed, successfully calling the other’s attention. 

“How is it to have feathered wings, tio? Yours are so pretty! :D” 

Flashes began filling his mind. The feeling of the wind hitting your face, the sound of the birds singing and chirping when flying in flocks, the adrenaline of falling without a single fear of hitting the floor, of expanding his wings and feeling each one of your feathers bristle in the air…

A light touch in one of his primaries shook him out of his memories and his eyes automatically flew to the… mess that were his wings now, with weak muscles and feathers missing from some spots. 

Grimly, Philza could surely think about plenty of adjectives he could give them, “pretty” definitely weren’t one.

It was quite hard to focus on that when the fledgling kept carefully touching and looking at them with so much curiosity, however. 

“It’s incredible.” He sighed, a mix of longing and awe painting his voice. “They can help with so much stuff, like, I’m not even kidding. Mine are very roughed up, especially after Purgatory, but when they were in their prime they were perfect not only for flying but also for shielding, holding stuff, attacking…There is a lot you can do with them. You also will probably be able to do all of this and more when yours grows.” 

“You could attack with them? 0-0”

“Pff, yeah. Actually, you would be surprised about how many people wouldn’t be prepared to have a face full of feathers swinging with full force when fighting an avian.”

At the mention, he shook his black, glistering feathers in demonstration, finishing his sandwich with a final bite when a snorted squeal cut the air. 

Philza turned around to see Richarlyson rubbing a spot on his neck, their other hand pushing his wing away while a small smile grazed his lips.

Hm.

“Also, you see those muscles?” He purposely brought his wing down, letting all the black feathers hit and briefly wiggle on the young’s face and neck, pretending to not notice the way he squeaked and jumped away, shoulders bouncing with the uncontrollable giggles that naturally resulted from the tickles. Philza continued as if nothing happened. “Lot of people don’t think too much about them, but to be able to carry a whole person, the muscles, tendons and bones need to have a lot of strength. So, being punched by them usually hurts a lot more than attentive enemies are prepared for and gives you plenty of time to run away or finish the fight.”

Richas rubbed the buzzing, tickly tingles left by the sudden attack of feathers away, airy titters still escaping from their mouth while they squinted suspiciously at the blonde, who seemed distracted enough by his explanation to realize the onslaught of accidental tickles. 

The dragon risked a step closer. The conversation continued to flow without interruption.

“That is also why it’s important to always keep exercising your wings, especially during their initial growth or periods of recovery. Have you been building your core strength, mate?”

Brushing off the previous episode aside, Richas nodded, not helping the excited thrill that filled the air. 

“Yes! Tio Bad taught me how and pai Mike has been trying to build a machine to fly with me so he is studying a lot of mechanics about how it works and accompanying  me with the exercises. Pa Roier also said he will help me when he comes back, since he used to watch a lot of tia Jaiden and Bobby training.”

Philza tried to not visibly frown at the words. How long has Roier been sleeping, again?

He would have to ask Bagi and Fit for news later. 

For now, he had a kid to distract.

“Sounds good. If you need any help you can call me, I wouldn’t mind giving you a few tips. Even if crow wings aren’t that close to dragon ones, they still have a lot in common.”

“Can you teach me the attacks? I want to surprise Dapper the next time he tries to fight me.”

The avian laughed. “Sure, king. Come a bit closer.” 

Richas gave two more steps in his direction with wide watching eyes. “Alright, it depends a lot on your wingspan but usually you will need to be in close combat to use these techniques, so that is something to pay attention to. A good tactic you can have is to use them as a distraction.” 

With a mischievous smirk, Philza began quickly moving his wings around the kid, letting them get close and then moving them away before he could touch them, the feathers skittering freely across his neck and ears with each swipe. When Richas squirmed to one side to hide, trying to push them away while firmly pressing his mouth shut so no squeak or squeal would escape, Philza simply attacked the other side, even managing to slip a few wiggling of the fluff feathers on his belly and armpits when the shirt would move up enough to reveal a bit of the scaled skin, catching a new giggly growl every time.

“And, when the target is sufficiently confused by them is the moment that you attack.” 

Before the words could sink in the kid’s mind, Philza striked, giving to one of his sides a quick tweak, successfully fishing a loud yelp and managing to free a string of snickers that only grew louder and gigglier as he kept the soft, light feathery tickles intertwined them with more and more surprising squeezes and tweaks. 

“You can keep it up as long as you need. Remember: confuse, confuse and attack.” Swipe. Swipe. Squeeze. “Again: confuse, confuse and attack.”

Laugh, laugh, laugh.

Richas gave up trying to push his wings and hands away, instead trying to hug himself to hide his most ticklish spots. However, the playful, soft and silly tickling  kept following them no matter how much they wiggled or squirmed around, totally surrounding him with those fluffy bristles that made every single patch of skin buzz with a funny kind of electricity, freeing more and more squeaks between peals of uncontrollable laughter. 

She started walking backwards, trying to put some distance between her and the tickles, almost stumbling on his own tail by how hard it was wagging in adrenaline and joy.

Philza’s eye twirkled with a gleeful shine. 

He stopped his playful attack, but the young one kept stepping away.

“Another good technique that you can use is to create a physical barrier with your wings. It can be dangerous since your enemy can get a hold of them if you’re not careful but very useful in the case you want to stop them from touching you or, in our case,” Richarlyson’s back hit something soft but immovable and suddenly the wheezy titters and snickery snickers were back in full force once again, bordering on a hysterical laughter when skillful hands began scribbling and scratching his ribs. “Preventing them from getting away.”

His fingers danced and burrowed themselves in the space between their ribs, vibrating on the spot, which made a funny kind of squeaky growl escape from the dragon, more high pitched, bouncy laughter and unstoppable wiggles taking over him when the hands kept running away and attacking all over his torso. They spidered over his ribcage to then poke his armpits, or washed down to sneak some digging and squeezing on his stomach and also even skittered across his spine, pulling all kind of yelps, chortles, snorts and high pitched, wheezy laughter over and over again. 

It took a few more minutes and a bunch more of snickering and wiggling - which was actually even worse now because each squirm made him sink even more on the tickly feathers - before the avian eventually let him go, chuckling in amusement at the way Richarlyson fell on the floor and curled in a ball, shoulders bouncing with the leftover giggles.

An amused snort was pried from the adult when they showed him their middle finger, trying with no success to frown in his direction while still smiling and snickering non stop, remnant sniggers twinkling freely in the air.

“That is a surprise tickle avian attack for you. Now you already know a few uses for your wings in a battle.”

The dragon nestling ignored him, dramatically rolling and turning around and away from the avian, still fully stretched on the floor as if he had just survived a fight for his life and not some harmless playful sillness. Philza chuckled a bit more, not resisting and giving his unprotected neck one last tickle, which immediately melted the half heartedly pout in a smile and made him turn back again and hold a tnt as a threat, making the adult laugh and pull his arms up in rendition. 

Richas showed off his tongue and then fell dramatically on the ground again.

(It was good to him in a lighter spirits, again.)

Philza then got up, stretching and shaking his wings fervently, wincing a bit when their muscles trembled a tad more than normal while holding them, probably from getting so much exercise after being kept so long hidden and immobile. 

Maybe he should follow his own advice and build more of their core strength.

Letting them rest, he went back to adjust a few more crates around before checking on his communicator to see if Chayanne or Tallulah had woken up. 

It was almost evening now, and yet it showed not a single signal of life. 

Hm. 

Well, he could give them their cookies tomorrow if needed, there was still plenty of time before the end of the week.

A light poke hit him right below his shoulderblade and suddenly a loud giggly yelp was ripped from his throat. He turned around quickly only to find his own nephew looking at him with a malefic grin in his expression.

“No.” He said, wagging a finger in warning at them, already realizing their intentions just by the slight slow drag of their tail and the step they gave in his direction. His tune tried to come out as stern, but he was pretty sure that even the kid could see there was no real heat behind his words. 

Richas answered him with an excited thrill, ignoring the threatening caw - more like a soft chip but he wasn’t about to admit it - he gave her in return.

“No. Richarlyson, you do not want to get into this fight with me, ok, mahahate?! Hey! No! Lehehet go!”

There was indeed a valiant and grandious fight. One of the most playful, silly and joyful ones to ever graze that land, they said. The winner was never revealed at the end but passing friends mentioned listening to plenty of surprised caws and giggly growls falling like waterfalls from the wall, especially when certain two other kids woke up to the lack of their father and went to investigate his whereabouts. They said that the growing match continued until the sun set. 

Who knows, who knows.

And since that day, if Richas decided to visit his tio Phil more frequently and if Philza would take the habit of turning off his harvesting machinery from time to time to watch the clouds, that is nobody’s business but their own.

[mileapo]

Talk with MileApo and Pond about the new journey of Be On Cloud that shines more than before

What is each person interested in during this time, such as food, products, places, and activities in Thailand?

Apo: Personally, Po is obsessed with everything Thai. For example, when you see Thai fabric, you will really like it. and would like to be able to keep it My favorite food is Thai food. My favorite basic is scrambled eggs with basil. I can eat it every day. As for activities, I like to travel, the closest place is Phra Nakhon area. I feel like no matter how many times I go, it's like the first time every time. Because even though we go to the same place, the light, temperature, and weather have changed. The feeling has changed. It is a romantic place. 

Pond: These two (Mile and Apo) they like the same thing, it's very funny. It's like going to meet in Phra Nakhon. Sometimes we go on appointments and don't make appointments very often. As for the things that are interesting to me during this period, I'm excited about how we can take what we believe in, what we love, and share it more readily.

Mile: During this time, it's still about the music. But it's going to be about the music from another angle. Being a producer, a collaborator, and a creator are different things. 

Producers are finding new artists. Our perspective on listening to music will change. Including the perspective of looking for artists that we will work with. As for the collaborative perspective, like working with P' Stamp (Stamp Apiwat Authavornsuk) on the song, we felt that it would be interesting to see such a talented artist and then one day join Be On Cloud. Of course, there probably isn't just P'Stamp alone. There are probably others as well. And the final point of view is the creator. No matter how much we like music, one day we become producers and broadcasters, so it's a different feeling. Creating and consuming are different. That's what we've been interested in lately.

What was the most exciting thing about this year?

Apo: This year Po's look will change throughout the year and beyond. In fact, Po's favorite style is retro. Po likes things that look raw and edgy. Ever since I was a kid, I've been trying to grow a mustache for a long time. Until today, at age 30, my mustache has grown in full form (all 3 people laugh). Previously, my mustache grew in patches, but when I turned 30 it was just the right time. Along with the upcoming new work, he asked, "Does Po have a mustache?" Po said proudly. “It's here.” (laughs) Po thinks it's the age when he's ready physically, mentally, and experientially. I think that the work that I have continued to do. It should be an indication of another part of our personality that has grown.

Pond: I would like to add that many people have asked if Be On Cloud sends actors to work with other people. The kind that we don't produce ourselves. No, I didn't send it. But if everything goes right, it's ready. The project that Po will join is a very big movie project. When we talked about it, it felt like it was very right. It couldn't be more accurate than this. It had to be done. Apo himself felt that he was absolutely right for this role. We sat and talked on that side, each choosing the other. Which doesn't count the series we announced today ( Chai Shine series ) 

Apo: And together with the director, the way he shoots, the storytelling is very much our own. He said everything was very natural. 

When will the film project that Apo will star in take place? 

Pond: There will probably be a project announcement this year. And starting filming soon, I think everyone will be wowed. Because this director is a director that all of us are fans of. When we got to know him deeply, we felt that he deserved to have so many works engraved. His ideas and methods of working are worth studying and doing. But we may not spoil the story yet, let's wait a little longer. 

Mile: As for my excitement this year? I think it's a matter of us having a better balance between going abroad and being at home. Fans at home and abroad will feel that they enjoy everything together. For my perspective, whether it's the song part or the performance part that will be announced today (January 31) or something else, everything will be bigger and more rounded from the consumer's perspective. In the corner of the fan club And from the perspective of other people who just got to know Be On Cloud and myself. 

Pond: As for me, as I said above, We are more together, our minds are more calm. Be more accepting of past mistakes, both pros and cons. It's like forgiving everything. At the same time, I admire everything as well. It is forgiveness of our past mistakes. Come back and start in a place where you are still and ready to grow.

Like I said, I've been through a hard life. We've never had a loner, but we admit that from the first time we made Be On Cloud to KinnPorsche The Series, this phenomenon brought everyone along without us realizing it. Before we knew it, there must have been an event to warn us. Luckily, we were still strong and our minds were still calm enough to know what we wanted to do in the end, so we pulled ourselves to the point where we were ready to accept and understand, 'We're not going to be that kind of person anymore.' The most important thing in entertainment work is that there must be no bias. If we have a lot of ego, it will be difficult to do good work. There is only a desire to do it, not a desire to have it. one. This year is an exciting year.

And another thing that we are going to do is grow and have more partners. It's called expanding the company to be bigger in terms of both investments. and the growth of various opportunities So we have to go back and look at what we should deal with. In order not to create even bigger problems in the future, we actually prepared for a while. 

We will have adjustments. Our actors may not all continue together. Our method of caring for artists has changed. We've already talked to the team about that. We do not have a performer manager policy. Therefore, we are not actors' managers anymore. Whether we're going to follow you to do this one, execrise. read the script, get ready. We can train your skills. But we won't come to impose your discipline. And if our working attitude doesn't match ours? We are happy to let you grow in your own way. Because our manpower must be used appropriately in every part. 

The most important thing when working here is to first ask what you want. When you say what you want We'll circle now. Your desire leads us. But if you say what you want to do That's what we want. It is certain that we will have fewer actors left. (???)

What is the surprise Big Project that will happen at this event? (Press conference on the cooperation of the Ministry of Commerce and Be On Cloud Company on January 31) 

Pond: Actually, this story has been planned since the making of Mansuang . We have been working on it for a year. When making Mansuang, the intention was that there would be no relationship story at all. Because in the end, if you face life like that, you won't think about relationships. There are people killing each other every day. Not knowing who killed you and still being in a relationship is a little difficult, but today Man Suang is at peace. There were also transitions during the reign. It's the reign of King Rama IV, so it's time for us to talk about the relationships of the characters. But where will the relationship be? How do we feel about this one? We have to follow and see. Both Chat and Khem will grow in relationships and accept themselves in relationships. This story is a continuation of Mansuang , but we haven't told any stories about the original story. Because the matter is over. There are characters who continue from Mansuang , but not all of them will come.

This story is called Chai (Shine) because I have one belief. When we go to many countries, we will know that when it comes to gender diversity. Equal rights or identifying one's own gender, I think in Thailand we are very open, but we also close some parts. Which is very strange. But in the past everyone felt that it was suffering. But we feel that there will still be a group of people who have this kind of love that doesn't match what other people say, but they can live with. He found a way to survive. And he will have faith that one day it will be better. This is the key to this story. 

Chai (Shine) is a story that will be told from the point of view that there is always hope and brightness. It's up to us how we choose to look at it. Let's say you are in a very dark place. You only have one matchstick and it can light up. It's up to you whether you choose to look at the darkness or look at the light there. People who watch this will feel good. Including a bright smile. And see the beauty of everything we set out to do because the team directed it. The selected team will definitely be a team that will 'Shine' together. 

The atmosphere of this story is like something out of Man Suang , which looks dark and gloomy. Everything presses down on us. As for this matter, we will travel together. The team is the same. For our filming, the entire crew will be together almost all the time, like going on a camping trip. without anyone returning home. As for projects with the Ministry of Commerce, there will be no restrictions. We are not a camp that imposes anything or teaches people. Our main purpose is to entertain. But what can we insert into entertainment? It will stay smooth. That's why we're doing the project from today. In order to make the script as smooth as possible which we are about to start filming.

What is the starting point of the project that will be done with the Ministry of Commerce?

Pond: As I said, we actually talked all the time that we would have another series that talked about relationships. And we also like the beauty of that era. We worked on this for a while. Once that was finished, there was a point where I thought about the fact that we had so many community products that we felt like we could go on and make products that are already well known available for sale. If we look back now at the micro-economy, it is community products. Can we make it more popular? Through our abilities and this project

When this intention arose I was the one who came to talk to the Ministry of Commerce. Actually, at that time it was not about soft power at all. We see what everyone is doing. And at that time we had products that we were interested in. We care about trade. which also corresponds to that era Because the era of King Rama 3 and 4 was an era in which foreign trade was very prosperous. It matches exactly what we believe. Therefore, if you do business, do you have to talk to the Ministry of Commerce? So we came in to talk and explained to him. It was exciting when he saw the picture. I may have been a business person before, we were already trading. When we came to talk to the trading side, it was not difficult to understand each other and we were supportive. We told him that we had to do it in a new way, outside the box. Every adult was ready to go outside the box.

Today, there has been a joining of forces. Notice that it is not the Ministry of Commerce that hires Be On Cloud. We do it together, and even if there is no ministry, we will do it. But today, when there is a ministry, it has power and support. Because the Ministry of Commerce is the largest ministry in the country. There are approximately 5,000 personnel both in Thailand and abroad. He looks at trade, importing, exporting Thai products, whatever can be done to make Thai businesses trade well. Therefore, today we come to do it with him, it should be correct.

If we talk about people knowing about Thailand, there are a lot of people doing it, everyone knows about Thailand. But today we want to do more in terms of making Thai products and businesses expand further. Because we tried it with Man Suang and Song Wad and everything was really possible.

From the perspective of the three of them, what is the attraction of the government supporting the entertainment industry?

Mile: In my view, I think that the government will come and do joint venture activities with the private sector that actually produces content. A pattern like this has never been seen before. From the point of view of some people looking in, they may think that they will be forced. I think this conversation may not be in that form. Because when I came to see Pee Uan (Phoomtham Wechayachai), I saw youth, openness, and fun in him. And many staff members, so it means that the content that will be made If we do it together with a government that is open to this, it would be interesting.

Saying that soft power has to come tie-in, saying that we are going to sit and eat Thai food like this. People have always said it but it hasn't been done. Or it was done and it was never continued. I think the key to success in any industry is continuity. This starting point is one starting point that will allow you to see that.

Pond: As I said, this is a long-term project. and really develop together in many sectors Not just let's make a series. You have to admit first that the government is not good at doing everything. Suddenly the government tells you to create a series and people will laugh at it. Have you ever done this? You have never done it. Therefore, today we are producers with experience. There are works that make you not shy when talking about them. It is considered to be quite successful. But today, if we continue to do this We will cooperate in the matter of trading and making products. Of course we have to talk to people who are good at this. His network is full. His personnel are full. If I go to develop a product It's difficult to find products. It's better to fight for the government to help. They call it that people depend on each other. No one came to ask for anything.

Apo: Powa assumes that if you find good things in Thailand. We may definitely be less skilled than the Ministry of Commerce. Because he's watching all over the country. Including abroad and we are good at entertainment. We just come together. Take that stuff and put it in entertainment. It seems like these characters are used today. And when people around the world watch It's like telling him what this is. It will continue to spread. Because when it comes to entertainment, it stays with us forever. People can come back and watch at any time. And people still know and understand things. that the Ministry of Commerce found Then we enjoyed each other and passed each other on.

Like when Man Suang _ This is like the beginning of entertainment and passing on good things to the community. It will make the movement in the country more widespread. Instead of people coming to just Bangkok, Chiang Mai, Phuket, people are going to more provinces. to go see that thing Go see some really local things. Po said the country will grow up.

It's like when we watch foreign series. He kept putting it on. He's been doing it for a very long time. There is support from the government. When they keep promoting each other It becomes a memory that when you go to this country you have to eat this. must do this Poe is a good start.

Pond: I would like to add that when making Man Suang I didn't ask for sponsorship from anyone. And I didn't get any sponsorship from the store. We use the money to decorate the shop ourselves. But in the end, we will prove that it's like an advertising budget. But we use it that way. Once he did, his shop was successful. His drawing actually happened. So it's our case study that entertainment media, series or movies can really do it. It's more than just making people know what culture is. So we took this case study and turned it into a larger section with this project. They call it promoting a new dimension of the economy, but it's actually not new to other countries. New for our country

Apo: The team talked and we had a concept that we would make items that the characters use in their daily lives. That means we don't need a tie-in, we want him to use in everyday life. People will feel that this is what they should use in their daily life. It is not a matter of assuming that this is a good thing.

Pond: We definitely don't do that. Leave this quote: 'We haven't done tie-ins like that since time immemorial. Don't worry, don't worry, we've always been like this. We'll make it smooth on this one.' Please help support and give advice, don't worry. We don't like anything that isn't smooth either (laughs).

Lately, we have heard and seen people in the entertainment industry communicating in the same direction, something like “Our entertainment industry has come a long way. But we can go further if we get support from the government.” What do the three people think about this? 

Pond: People say this word a lot. But just taking the government will not survive. The government has a duty to be a facilitator. No need to invest It doesn't have to be that much. In the end, the word that the government comes to support is all our tax money. But in the end, what the government has is What negotiating power does the private sector not have?

What we will help together is not just the government. That is, every sector must help each other. We as producers and our fans are influencers. One private sector Every store, even other private sectors We can support each other to make these things happen. It's like we've shown that today we have a government in Maine, but it's true that just Be On Cloud and the government alone are not enough. Every sector must help each other. Is that right, sir? (Smiles and turns to look at My)

Mile: Yes, we have to go together. From my point of view, I use the word creative production. It's probably better to compete to grow. From the government's point of view, he did not become an investor with us. He doesn't come to be a producer with us. In this sense, he is a tool, as P'Pond said. He is a support person on various occasions. that sometimes the private sector cannot really reach Whether in terms of finding content, various products, or exporting anything. Therefore, one must be a Co-Partner with a good government. And from the private sector's perspective, we must work together creatively. 

Apo: A pova is a team walk. We are glad that P'Pond and Be On Cloud came to talk with the Ministry of Commerce team. At first we weren't sure. Because I've never seen the government do this big to entertainment. When we met, we felt that he had fun and cheerfulness even though he had grown up a lot. Makes you know that it's really Then it is about joining together and walking together as a team. It's not that anyone has to do more than anyone else. But as long as we have the same ideas, methods, and perspectives, then we come together.

Mile: When we say that the government comes to work with the private sector. Some groups of modern people may feel the Generation Gap, making them feel that the government never understands the private sector. In reality, this may not be the case. I think I might try and see how much better it will happen. But I believe it's definitely better. At least from this point or any other point.

In addition to receiving support from the Ministry of Commerce, do we really want the government to support anything else?

Pond: I feel like I didn't specify anything. Now what I want to happen is More pictures of all ministries working together. Because if the goal is the mouths of the people and the future of the country There is no need to separate who belongs to which ministry. Anyone who is good at anything, we are happy to work with everyone. As with Be On Cloud this year, there will be a new dimension after this where we can work with everyone even more. No matter what label you are, what channel, what platform. Therefore, the answer is the same for anyone. If we assume that our destination is the same, it drives the entertainment industry. Driving the country's industry And to make everything better, we are ready.

In addition to the Ministry of Commerce wanting to promote the upgrading of Thai products to the world market. There is also talk of supporting Thailand towards a society of gender equality. As a producer and actor, how do you think we can push for gender equality?

Pond: We talk about this all the time. You can notice it from KinnPorsche The Series or Mansruang. Whatever everyone feels is that this doesn't match gender, we have never crushed it. For example, KinnPorsche The Series, Porsche doesn't have a mother. But Porsche has Yok who is like a mother. We feel this is normal. Of course, what we do today, everything is normal

Today I feel that society is better. People are more easily accepted. But if sometimes you force yourself to think like this. There will be resistance immediately. Today we try to create entertainment so that people feel used to it. We make it feel like this is normal. The only thing that makes me more happy is that I believe that this year accepting oneself or whether these areas will be supported by law. Because there are many people who live together and they can't have the law to support them. This one is difficult. For example, you can't get a house loan together. One person dies, you cannot clear up inheritance matters. Or that one person is in the hospital and the other cannot sign. This law is important here.

It doesn't matter that my country already accepts such things. I think our country has accepted this for a long time. But this time we need laws that guarantee that this is 'Supported by law' is the correct way. The law really works. There is no need to look for gaps in the law. 

Apo: Po says people don't have to ask themselves who I am today, what am I? Po says the question we really ask ourselves every day is, are we happy today? Do we have the strength to live today? Po is a question that all of us humans will ask. It depends on what we do. Or what kind of perspective we have? If we treat others or even ourselves fairly, this is equality.

Mile: From my point of view, I think the words lover and life partner are not the same. It means from now on the issue of equality. It must be seen as concrete in the legal sense. In terms of actually living life. As P'Pond said, when people love each other, they are stuck in a place where they can't get married, have to get a house loan, can't do certain transactions. Makes it impossible to live the real life that he is living. Which is not fair to those natural things.

Therefore, if these angles come together to promote each other and understand each other better on a wider scale, it would be good. And more than that, working with the government makes you see the charm of being open to the word Thai people. I think Thailand is a country that is open to not just love and liking, it's a matter of culture. What are the many things that are the charm of Thailand?

Pond: Thailand is very diverse. 

Mile: Diversity is the cool thing about Thailand. This character is the strength of Thailand.

(translated by google)

[alex51324]

Beach trip day two!

We got up and walked down to the beach behind the motel:

It's another gorgeous, unseasonably warm day on the Cape May peninsula! (Yeah, I know, but when global warming gives you a day of lovely beach weather at the end of October, it's not like abstaining from enjoying it helps in any way.)

Up on the deck for a little breakfast:

Our first stop was the Cape May Nature Center, which didn't have a whole lot going on this time of year, but the gift shop was great, and it had a few exhibits and a nice deck for looking out at the harbor:

We took a walk around the harbor, taking in the Fishermen's Memorial, honoring fishermen lost at sea:

The earliest names are from 1897, and the latest from 2020:

Then we ended up over at the marina where the fishing boats live:

The nature center has a beach wheelchair!

I didn't see any information on how one gets to use it, but if you or anyone you know uses a wheelchair and wants to go to Cape May, maybe give them a call and ask.

Next we drove through downtown Cape May, ending up at Cove Beach, which is the last of the city beaches. I got lunch at a little beach-shack type restaurant:

The fries were nothing impressive, but those were some of the best fried shrimp I've ever had.

By this point in the trip, Sophie had come to the conclusion that she likes best the part of the beach that isn't too close to the ocean, so she hung out in the car and ate French fries while I went wading on Cove Beach:

In the distance there you can see the Cape May lighthouse, which is our main destination for the day. But first, let's turn back and look at the restaurant:

It's the long, low building with the red roof. (No idea why those people are bundled up like that, unless maybe they're from Florida or something. It was about 70 degrees out. (Or 21-ish, Celsius).

After Cove Beach, we drove on to Cape May Point state park, where the lighthouse is. Since Sophie was going to skip the lighthouse climb too, we started with a nice walk on the dry part of the beach at the park, out to the World War II Bunker:

This is a big concrete structure on the beach, now unsafe and boarded up, that was part of the area's coastal defenses. There's also a lookout tower over by Sunset Beach (where we were for the sunset the previous night), but we skipped that. In the background, you can see the lighthouse!

Here's the ocean and a jetty or something:

And Sophie watching while I go onto the dangerously damp part of the beach:

We exited the beach on the far side of the bunker from where we entered, and walked back via a path that ran between the dunes and this pond:

Which was full of swans. There was also a snowy egret, and a lot of other birds I don't know. It's a very big pond, and there were tons of the swans:

Here's a shot from the same spot that is less good for swans, but better for the lighthouse:

There is a little museum, with some natural history exhibits, and this sign explaining about the bunker, and the beach replenishment project they had to do around the turn of the century:

And also a sign about the concrete ship, that we saw at Sunset Beach yesterday:

OK, now let's head for the lighthouse!

The windows, like you see here, are basically normal house-sized windows, to give you an idea of the scale. The lighthouse was built in 1859, and continues as an active lighthouse today, marking the entrance to the Delaware Bay.

The cast-iron spiral staircase has a total of 199 steps up to the viewing platform. Here we're on one of the six landings, looking toward the staircase:

Each landing has a little niche with a window in it, and as you go up, you can see how the walls are thicker at the bottom.

Here's a view from about halfway up:

Here we are up top!

That's the bunker and the pond, where we were a few photos ago!

Looking out over the town of Cape May Point:

It was incredibly windy out on the platform, and I was very nervous about dropping my phone and having to find my way back home without GPS. Let's go back inside!

This little room here was the lighthouse keeper's work area; back in the day before the light was automated, they had three keepers, who divided the time from dusk to dawn into three watches, with one of them up there at all times. The main things they had to do were lighting the lamp at dusk, refilling the fuel--kerosene, for most of the lighthouse's heyday--polishing the lens, and keeping an eye out for signals from ships in distress, but in winter, they'd also have to go out and clear snow and ice off windows at the very top, above the viewing platform.

The light:

The modern electric light is a lot simpler; in the kerosene-burning days, they had a huge glass lens, with lots of facets to refract the light out.

A short set of wooden steps up to where the light is:

Visitors aren't allowed up in that part--again, this is still a working lighthouse; it's automated now, so there isn't a keeper up there every day, but they do sometimes have to go up there for maintenance.

Back on the ground:

Our next stop was Highbee Beach, another beach on the bay side, for the sunset:

It was nice, but the temperature dropped precipitously in the hour or so before dark, and the wind was very strong, so it wasn't as pleasant a viewing experience as we had at Sunset Beach the day before. I'd been planning to stick around and see if I could see the Cape May-Lewes Ferry leaving for its 6:15 crossing, but it was too cold! We headed back to Cove Beach, to see the lighthouse in action:

That's it there; the light was less dramatic than I thought it would be, but I guess if you're out in the ocean in the pitch dark it stands out more. (Also, at this point the lighthouse is more of a backup in case a ship's GPS fails, rather than being the primary means of navigation like it was back when it was built.) Different lighthouses flash their lights in different patterns, so in the event that a ship's crew were completely disoriented, they could use that to figure out where they are and which direction is which. The Cape May lighthouse flashes on a cycle of 15 seconds, and the one on the other side of the bay at Lewes is on a 30-second cycle.

And I've hit the image limit! Stay tuned for part 2B.

[utilitycaster]

i've never had to 'curate my internet experience' with the speed i have today, blocking so many bad-faith takes on mercer and cr as a whole. When I saw one arguing cr fans shouldn't be surprised, because the 'big dog' is always hated, then actively compare CR to both the yankees and star wars in terms of size and vibe of the fans, i had to let it go. Apparently cr is made up 'wildly successful voice actors' like ah yes. the clout of the VO. Gonna silo myself for this damn show, too old for this!

Hey anon,

I completely support doing this if it's right for you but might I recommend laughing at the bad faith takes? Because here's the thing. The vast majority of what I've seen is from two specific places that are probably directly next to each other:

Former CR fans who are really mad that Beau got into a relationship with Yasha, and decided this meant Critical Role was homophobic, sexist, and racist for having an interracial lesbian relationship because [footage not found] and left for Dimension 20. Unfortunately, they forgot that Dimension 20, which had Matt in the very first sidequest as well as "Sidequest for which we need people who we know are talented, dependable and very comfortable with D&D Actual Play because it's our first remote filming", does not as an institution hate Matt Mercer in the slightest, and in fact likes him. Anyway they're throwing a hissy fit because in the end, this was always an extended hissy fit. Would you like some popcorn bc I personally prefer Chicago style with the mixed caramel and cheese.

Some absolutely bonkers tiny circle of people who are fixated on an unconfirmed ship between an NPC and the character she killed two decades before the narrative. Anyway they say they're mad because Matt isn't plugged into the fandom but the thing is most of the D20 fandom was also not plugged into this particular circle, which is but a speck of dust in an uncaring universe. So they're actually secretly DELIGHTED Matt is DM-ing because they can hide their entitlement behind the fact that they can call the DM of a very popular show an interloper, but they're also terrified because Brennan does still exist and is in fact playing the character most tied to the NPC in this ship, and like...if Matt contradicts their fanlore, that means Brennan did not confirm their fanlore, which means not only is it debunked now; it was never canon to the world in the first place. Which you'd think would be fine because fanlore has no need to be canon, right? It's fanwork! Go nuts! Except these people are kind of dumb.

Anyway for what it's worth I'm neither a Yankees nor Star Wars fan but also I acknowledge that most of the time when people are mad at the popular thing for being popular it really is kind of a "you want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid" sort of situation. They desperately want their thing to be the biggest fish in the pond except they'd also hate that. They are a big orange cat stuck in a cat flap and they're acting like it. And as with a big orange cat that doesn't belong to you stuck in a cat flap but ultimately unharmed and perfectly capable of getting out on its own, I recommend taking a picture of it and laughing about it on social media.

[fruitless-vain]

Every time I turned a corner something else strange, bizarre, or interesting was happening. It was a weird ass walk

Starting out with a person set up with an easel painting the pond- not typically here so super cool to see!

Turn the corner to find a melanistic barn swallow- wild! Cool!

Outdoor Jazzercise group playing some banging music today- awesome!

Turn the corner to a hoard of six highly reactive micro dogs - sweet Jesus goodbye

U turn to escape right in to a tiny white fluff that’s got two leashes on two different collars with two people each holding a leash in opposite directions, also highly reactive. I’m guessing it’s reactivity redirects towards the handler so that’s why the duo leash setup here but my lord perhaps the highly public park is not the best training location at this stage in your journey - what on earth

Turn in to a super old dog laying down which Yoshi decided to deek behind me to try to sniff?? Called her off before she got the chance but lady what the hell?? He’s taking a break that’s not an invite why are you being sociable and rude???

Walk in to a rottie shepherd mix whos owner pulls off to the side - lovely! Walk by with Yoshi on the outside leg in heel. Proceeds to go “he’s gonna say hi now!” And let the dog launch at us - what? No? Huh????

Peace and quiet for a chunk, lovely sniffs, beautiful breeze, delightful

Children not wanting to end their activity and follow the parent’s instructions, the parent “look a puppy!!!!!” *kids book it* - I’m glad that worked for you to get them to move but what??? On earth????? Are you thinking???? This is why I should go back to only walking with Sham 🤦‍♀️

Pass a duo of dogs, hear the owner talking to their friend about clickers, Dogs end up reacting to Yo but the owner is trying very hard to mark and reward and get them to disengage. - love to see the effort, wish I had stopped and asked if they wanted us to pass by from a distance so they could keep working at it

Yoshi had a very good walk with a ton of very good sniffs. She also highly enjoyed putting on her “I’m better than you” sassy ass prance every time a dog reacted to her which is just So Rude like ma’am that used to be you no need to be so extra about it.

[bengiyo]

Never Let Me Go Ep 12 (Finale) Stray Thoughts

Probably the show I'm most worried about sticking the finale this week.

Last time, we mostly collected all of the pieces and set the stage for the finale. Everyone either pointed a gun or had a gun pointed at them last week, except for Chanon who had a somewhat rushed reconciliation with Palm before exiting the story. The power of gay love brought Tanya out of her coma. We also scattered Mam's ashes. Kit is a terrible villain, who seemed to genuinely believe he could make Palm hurt Neungdiao. Palm demanded Kit shoot him. Neungdiao demanded Palm shoot him. Kit demanded Chopper shoot him. Neungdiao demanded Kit shoot him. So, someone is definitely getting shot today.

I shouldn't laugh, but Phuwin's face in these ransom messages is sending me.

I want to believe in Chopper, but I don't trust him showing up in all black.

Episode Title: Forever. Pack it in, everyone. We all were wrong on the poll.

Nat is so good. I like how they've had him playing villains or sketch dudes lately.

Phuwin's reaction as Neungdiao seeing Palm get shot is convincing. I like when they let Phuwin play big emotions. First noticed it on The Gifted: Graduation.

He shot his dad! I'm so glad Perth joined GMMTV. Pairing him with Nat was a big brain decision.

Well, we did foreshadow Palm's shoulders last episode.

Whoever it was that shot Kit's arm is really good.

Neungdiao, hands covered in Palm's blood, being pulled away from the door to surgery by Ben and Chopper is a fantastic visual.

Perth is a pretty crier.

I saw @respectthepetty posting earlier about the romantic chemistry between Perth and Chimon and have to agree. I hope they have time to workshop the romance before they start filming Dangerous Romance.

Phuwin and Pond are really pretty. I liked Pond joking in the latest BTS that Phuwin's mom would hit him if he didn't say her son was pretty.

Palm losing feeling in one of his legs has to be devastating for someone as physically active as him.

We can't have two minutes of physical therapy without Palm running away in a preview. I swear.

Love where Ben's mind is at. My boy is consistent.

Big fan of Nuengdiao being stubborn and not letting Palm shove everyone away during his treatment.

Palm doesn't seem optimistic about telling Tanya.

Yes, Palm, take what Tanya said in the worst way possible.

These two and the running away notes.

Ah yes, the bar. Why is Palm alone? I feel like Chanon would want to be here to help Palm and connect with Mam's life.

I love Jojo. Now we get to watch Palm reminisce about sweet moments we didn't see earlier on the beach.

Phuwin has hips!!

I still think Tanya should manage the business and let Nuengdiao go to school.

I love Tanya. She said, "Go get your man."

Palm you can't be naming the bar after him and wearing the branded hat if you're also trying to distance yourself.

Oh my these two are so cheesy.

Palm be getting on my damn nerves about not accepting Nuengdiao's money.

I'm with Nuengdiao. He was clearly flirting from jump.

Hey, that was a pretty good final kiss.

Final Verdict: 8, Recommended. I enjoyed a lot of individual pieces in this show, but I don't think it all comes together exactly. I don't think I ever understood Palm's initial attraction and devotion to Nuengdiao, and some of the major machinations felt a bit forced. Still, I enjoyed all of the performances, and genuinely came to appreciate Pond between this and Dirty Laundry. I think if you are looking to enjoy bodyguard romance with class barrier, this show will do fine.

[thessalian]

Thess vs Important Side Quests

Playing a little bit of catch-up.

YESTERDAY

Back to base. I guess there are worse ways to wake up than morning coffee and cutscenes.

Aww. Erend. You and Kotallo are getting along. (No, really; you are. You would know if you weren't; trust me.)

One thing I've been asking - and I don't know if I can ask GAIA about ... I mean, we have reasonable prosthetics even in our now; they must be better in this version of the future, if they can create whole machine creatures. Can we not ... get ... Kotallo a prosthetic arm, or something? If he wants one?

Varl and Zo are so cute. ...Okay, who's gonna die?

No, but seriously, Varl ... you can't just tell someone to throw out their gods and build new ones. We will fix their gods.

Hi, GAIA. Here's AETHER. How're we doing on--?

Beta. I ... kind of get why everyone's a little side-eyeing you, but I guess the person who finds the "this will not work" in every plan does help refine the plan. Still, could you please give some positives--?

Ah. Okay. Yes. Thank you. No, don't worry, I can can deal with the Quen. I made friends with the Tenakth, didn't I?

...Can we? Now? Fix the land-gods?

YES!

Ah, Kotallo already asked about prosthetics! Great! I will definitely help with that!

Side quests ahoy but with all the cutscene, I don't have a lot of time. So over to Cinnabar Sands to free a land-god.

Aaaaaaaand hunting. No big.

...Is ... is that Burrower literally hiding from me? Instead of the other way around? It will not come out from behind that rock. Oh well. Climb rock. Silent STRIKE. And done.

(Like, literally; need to get to work.)

TODAY

Right. To that little pond where I did sort of free that land-god, but before I had the reboot code--

Aaaaaaaaand there's a Snapmaw.

...You know what? Fuck it. C'MON AND FIGHT ME, YOU MECHANICAL PAIN IN MY ASS!

And ... you will ... apparently stay in the water while I POONK all your weak spots. Win!

I'm loving the little bits of lore Zo's giving about the festivals to the various land-gods. I'm a sucker for world-building.

Aaaand over to Plainsong and-- Huh. Fane. Hi. Ah, dumping seed pouches from Kel and her apprentice because they can't be allowed to grow in Plainsong again. Sucks, but I can see the necessity.

Hi, Zo. I know, finally, right? I've been waiting to do this for ages and--

...Awwwwww. This is ... actually really beautiful. And I like the whole thing where ... I guess Elizabet Sobeck insisted that GAIA (and by extension the subfunctions) be ... at least somewhat human. GAIA didn't just build machines, but machines that look like creatures, because ... c'mon, wouldn't we? We anthropomorphise everything anyway. And if the Plowhorn land-gods have to have a reboot sequence? Have it sing; why not? Utilitarianism isn't the be-all and end-all, and what's life without a little joy, even in the supposedly utilitarian things?

Right. Onward to helping Kotallo pick up prosthetics bits.

If he decides he prefers the challenge of only having the one arm, I ... will respect his choice but be a little miffed at having to fight Spectres and things for him.

...Then again, I wouldn't want him to feel obligated to keep it if he's uncomfortable with it, even if I did go to a lot of trouble.

Right. I'mma let him go back to Base and ponder. Thornmarsh or Tide's Reach? Thornmarsh or Tide's Reach?

*checks quest log*

Thornmarsh. I have hints of issues in Thornmarsh, but no actual quest. I at least want the quest active in my journal.

Hrm. Poisoned water. I have time.

Dam made of machines, and more rebels? Gods, where do they all come from? I took out so many camps!

Climbiiiiiiiing...

Hangiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing... Stupid Fireclaw.

Right. Fireclaw goes first.

Oh, pity's sake, I am standing right here, rebels. Does my hair blend into the yick in the river? What.

Theeeeeere we go.

Well. All of this is just plain gross. Rebels are assholes.

Teamwork! ...And I can boot up my work machine while I wrap stuff up!

I ... don't even have time to check what my reward for this was; I gotta get to work fast!

Right. Yes. Worktime. Ugh, they've left the long shit for me again. I hate my colleagues.

[dragonridernoobie]

Hi! I’m here to request for Vivienne again, uhm, recently I’ve been going through a hard time mentally again, and I’m looking for some Vivienne comfort cause reading about the ocs interacting with her helps for some reason, could you possibly do something with Vivienne where she’s showing the bots her little cottage in the woods? Something sweet, with Vivienne extremely excited cause no one ever visits besides her brothers occasionally, I’m also considering going more into Vivienne backstory cause she’s originally a creepypasta oc and her lore intertwines with that- but I’m so nervous cause I don’t want her to seem, cringy, that’s the only word I can think of. Would you like to hear about my wonderful, possibly cannabilistic French lady?🧐

And just a daily reminder for all of you, you’re doing an amazing job! Make sure to take time for you kiddo

IL try my best, sorry this took a bit to go out, my job pulled a 360 on me and now I have a completely new schedule now. Also, I would love to hear about you're OC's story. I'm always down to listen to everyone's OC's story.

TransformersPrimeXVivienneCabin

There has been no decpticon activity so the autobots have been able to relaxed. The kids where out with their guardians. Currently, wheeljack, optimus, and ratchet where at base, doing their own thing. Ratchet was at the computer, wheeljack was flirting with ratchet, and optimus was doing his own thing. Vivienne was sitting on the couch, reading a book. While she reads, she looks up and sees how everyone is calm. She then gets an idea. She gets up and walks to find optimus.

She finds him in his berthroom, reading some deta-pads. When the door opens, he looks up.

Optimus: "Vivienne, is there I can help you with?"

Vivienne: "everyone seems so calm today, and I think it's a perfect day for everyone left on base to explore."

Optimus: "explore?"

Vivienne: "yes explore. I had a small cabin I have that I like to stay at. It's in the woods so you guys will be hidden."

Optimus: "that does not seem like a bad idea. Why don't you go tell ratchet and wheeljack to get ready."

Vivienne: "ok, ne prends pas longtemps" (Don't take long)

Vivienne then returns to the main room where she finds ratchet pinning wheeljack down, holding a wrench, yelling at wheeljack.

When Vivienne clears her throat, the two looks at her.

Ratchet: "sorry for you to see this Vivienne."

Ratchet gets up and goes back to the computer.

Wheeljack: "how can we help you vivi?" (Wheeljacka nickname for her)

Vivienne: "optimus wanted me to tell you two that we are going on a trip."

Wheeljack: "a trip?"

Optimus then walks into the room.

Optimus: "indeed. Vivienne has explained to me that everyone is relaxed and she has a small cabin she would like to show us."

Ratchet: "no, absolutely not. If we get cought, we will be in a huge amount scrap!"

Vivienne: "on y va" (here we go)

Optimus: "Vivienne has explained it is in the woods. It is gonna be very hidden."

Wheeljack: "that's enough for me, let's get going!"

Ratchet tried to voice in again but everyone already started to put in the cords. He just sighs and goes alone with them when they open the groundbridge.

When they exit thru the groundbride, they are met with a small wooden cabin, a pond nearby, and a little spit for cutting wood.

Pitcher of cabin

Wheeljack: "wow, this place is nice."

Optimus: "indeed, it is very hidden and quite here."

Ratchet: "...."

Vivienne: "follow, amis." (Friends)

Vivienne has a small skip in her step while they walk toward the cabin. Soon, they come close to it and ratchet, wheeljack, and optimus transform into their vehicle mods and go into their haloforms. They follow Vivienne in and they see how cozy it is.

Inside of cabin

Ratchet: "this place seems very comfortable."

Wheeljack: "I agree."

Optimus: "...." (he is focused on the shelf with a bunch of books)

Vivienne smiles and offer themselves a seat. When they sat down, Vivienne, goes into the kitchen and makes some yellow flower tea.

For the next 4 hours, Vivienne, ratchrt, wheeljack, and optimus sit in silence while reading.

When the end of the day comes, everyone gets ready to head back to base.

Optimus: "I enjoyed that very much."

Wheeljack: "I did to, I say we do this again but keep it between us."

Ratchet: "agreed, I rather not have bulkhead ruin anything here."

Vivienne: "I'm so happy you guys like it here!"

They return to base, just intake thay the other autobots arrive. They noticed how ratchrt, wheeljack, and optimus seem more....relaxed.

Ya, I don't blame then for being a little frighten.

I tried my best! I hope you like it!

[frozenambiguity]

secret mystery package | @captivemuses

It is rather unsatisfactory to keep one's audience waiting for too long. Cliffhangers are enjoyable if masterfully crafted, but the same cannot be said if they are unnecessarily prolonged, the suspense only increasing whilst the mystery fails to achieve a proper resolution. Thus, let the answers be revealed at once. Inside the seemingly out-of-place package, one can observe a single bracelet, carefully crafted with resplendent orange beads. Under it, there is a piece of parchment. A letter, perhaps? Only one way to find out. It reads as follows:

«Dearest Ajax».

The beautiful handwriting and the way the sender addresses Childe automatically unveil the stranger's identity. It turns out the stranger is no stranger at all, but the Cavalry Captain of the Knights of Favonius, Kaeya Alberich, himself. Kaeya could have deceived Childe by not revealing his identity straight away or even by forging his own handwriting. However, he had not felt that need at all. Despite all the playfulness that is still very much present in their relationship, he found himself growing more honest with each passing day. And, to his surprise, being honest was not a bad thing at all. Onwards:

«Throughout the years, I have slowly come to the realization that to be graced with Jean's divine punishment may not be such a bad experience after all. Do not misinterpret my words — Solitary confinement is indeed the most tragic of events. But shared confinement? Well... Perhaps it is not so dull. Not when you have Klee as a partner, that is.

If you are wondering about the reasons behind such confinement — Klee decided that she wanted to go fishing. And I, being her ever so responsible ally, agreed to it, of course, offering her my full support. We fished for a little bit, resorting to the usual methods one does when fishing. But then she decided that it would be much more efficient to throw a Jumpy Dumpty in the pond ( that's an explosive of her own creation if you are wondering ), and, in a way, it was. And we got caught. And the rest is history», Kaeya shook his head as he told the story, chuckling a bit as memories became much too vivid. Life was never boring with Klee around. He was certain Childe must know it by now, too. Much like the Harbinger affectionately retold some adventures of his siblings, Kaeya, too, did mention Klee in conversation every once in a while. One supposes they were vital parts of their lives.

«Klee is a fascinating child. She seems to be growing fast, too. However, she is capable of preserving her innocence and glee. Her enjoyment of life. I admire that in her. I hope she never changes», like we have been forced to change and adapt for the sake of survival, the sender had thought at that moment, holding the feather pen still as complex emotions went through his mind and pierced his heart. Kaeya did not add that small comment.

«Her ideas may be a bit... extreme at times. They surely do polarize opinions, but there is a vibrancy to her that is impossible to resist. That said, I, too, was convinced to participate in an activity of her suggestion during our shared confinement. We made bracelets today. It did not take that much convincing. It was either that and working with what we had been given or staring at the ceiling while laying on the floor, completely submersed in boredom. Not an arduous choice to make.

You should have seen how well-prepared she was. All the materials she required were stored inside a small cabinet. All she had to do was propose the activity and retrieve the container with all the colorful beads and wires. I wonder if she planned this in advance. I wonder from who she learned one such skill.

Anyway.

She said she was looking to make some bracelets for some of her friends and I ended up offering a helping hand. And then... Well. I thought of you. For some reason, she must have noticed it. Maybe I had a rare expression then, because she busted out giggling. 'Kaeya? Are you making that for a special friend, too?', she asked, without hesitation. Children are much too perceptive at this age, really». And thus had his mission commenced. With each orange bead placed on the wire, there were hints of many different emotions. Longing. Affection. Hope. Gratitude.

«Klee was very attentive as she watched me give life to this creation. Eventually, she peeked over my shoulder and said 'Kaeya, Kaeya! Do you know the true meaning of orange bracelets?'. The truth is: I did not. I was simply making this bracelet with the color that I associate you with the most. But she was so kind to explain as enthusiastically and educationally as she could:'Orange represents ambition, creativity, confidence, and fun! It is a very pretty color that represents the playfulness of life!'

... How she knows all that is beyond me. But, regardless, it all made sense to me then. As if this small bracelet was as precious as your existence itself, for it transpired your own essence. I suppose life has these strange coincidences, does it not?»

She had giggled and rested her little head against his arm then, amused by the current events. He had chuckled in return and held out a hand toward her, so that his little assistant may help him with this gift, providing all the beads necessary to see to the completion of the bracelet.

«I did my own research afterward, simply because I became curious about the topic. Could a simple orange bead bracelet truly be that powerful? In a book, I read that 'In an emotionally charged world, where you hardly find time to relax, wearing orange bracelets may be appropriate. It soothes your feelings, relaxes you, and helps you love the world without any expectations. This state is eternal bliss and this does not come by for all'. I am uncertain whether I truly believe in this sort of thing, but I figured that it would not make any harm to take it for granted regardless. So, while I may not be there to physically soothe you and keep you company, I hope this bracelet gives you strength in moments of need». And if there were truer words Kaeya had ever written, these were the precise ones.

If one retrieves the letter from the box, one can observe a few more bracelets underneath. Perhaps the mailman had not been so careful with the delivery after all, and the bracelets had danced inside the box as the package got transported. As for their existence, Kaeya, of course, offers a justification.

«We made more bracelets. One for Teucer, one for Tonia, one for Anthon. We did not know their favorite colors, so we went with blue beads. They can all match now. Blue is a powerful color, offering protection against negative influences. I hope you have all been well, and that your birthday has been a happy one, filled with love and the comfort of your own home and of those who cherish you. I love you, Ajax». Kaeya had then taken a few moments to play with the feather pen in his fingers, slightly rotating it between his thumb and index finger as he thought of what to write next. How much should he confess...?

«Of my most recent memories, you were the happiest one». I hope you do not become a fleeting one.

«P.S: Maybe invite Klee to go fishing with you the next time you visit Mondstadt. As a gratitude gesture, because, in a way, she helped to make this experience much more memorable. I am sure she would like that. I eagerly await your return.

Yours,

 𝓚.𝓐. »

[chaoshaven]

Chaotic Card 3-Blazier

Diving right into this one today! Rootin, tootin, ready for...exploring? A super rare card, because this Scout is always on the move. you can even see in the background the land changing from a forest to ice. The forest could be any number of places, but the ice is solidly a Location called Glacier Plains. Art By: Kazutoko Matsumoto

Stat Spread:

Courage:25-45

Power:30-50

Wisdom:50-70

Speed:15-35

Energy:35-45

Mugic Counters:2

Elements:

Fire

Air

Earth

Water

Ability:

At the cost of one Mugic Counter (Hey look, he has 2!!!) You can mess around with one of the Location decks, looking at the top two cards, whichever one you want more, you put on top of the deck, and the other on the bottom. 

...I should explain the Location deck, shouldn’t I?

Alright so you have 6 creatures on your team. You know who is fighting. But the location of the battle is just as important!! You have 10 Location cards in your deck. No more, no less. When it’s your turn to move a creature, you turn the top card of your deck over, which then becomes the active Location. if your creature ends up in an occupied enemy spot, then the fight starts!! If not, it’s your opponent’s turn. They then do the same, turning one of their locations up, moving a creature, maybe fighting maybe not. 

Different locations can do different things, like giving a Mugic counter to each creature engaged in fighting, or the creature with the highest/lowest in a given Discipline will gain/lose some energy. Or both engaged creatures gain/lose elements, or anything else. Different Locations do different things. You should pick Locations that buff your team. High Power team? Use Forest of Life for energy boost!! Have fire damage? Lava Pond for more fire!! Look at the kind of creature’s you put together and look for locations that also play into the same strategy. 

*Ahem* so, with Locations being explained, Blazier’s ability either let’s you look at your Location deck, and decide which place you want to fight next. Or...because it says “target Location deck”, you can also sneak a peek at your opponent’s locations too, and from there choose which you want to deal with. 

Please note however it does not change the active Location. if you’re in a fight and use this ability, it will let you pick the location of the next fight. And while that does have some use, would you rather use his counters to set up the next fight, or cast Mugic in this one?

Playstyle:

Low to Mid Energy, with only one good Discipline in Wisdom, maybe two if you count Power. Unless you have him in a Wisdom based team with good healing or a Battlegear that gives good Energy buff, put him in the middle or back, as a caster or to use his ability. If you want Forest of Life Location up next to use Arias, and use his High Power for an energy boost, go for it! But he’s definitely not a fighter.

Biography:

He’s a cowboy explorer who ventures out to charter maps for the Overworlders to use. He’s not a spy, per say, but if his tribe doesn’t have a map then he’s on an expedition going out to discover it. He never takes a break, as soon as one map is complete he starts to draft another one. Also his voice is great, S1E3 of the show is fun but at 4:35 you hear his voice and it lives rent free in my head. Probably doesn’t help that’s he’s riding a weird variant of a motorcycle.

[cat-n-rabbit]

Today on... cool things in SaGaRS that are no longer available.

Modern heroes! Or.. all the funny prefecture collabs edits and other events where the 7 Heroes just had fun.

Unfortunately all of these were from post Polka's arc where the game got little to no writing anymore so all these events have no story beyond what you can come up with while reading the descriptions. I don't know why it was so difficult to attach some dialogue and exchanges between the characters in a pixel art game but I suppose that was too much to ask for from the small indy developer SQUARE ENIX ...

These are now only available in the game's custom battle design option, and I don't really remember others, but anyhowsies.... here we go, for they are a lot!

We start of with the Music Fes 2022! It was one of my favorite events. It was so colorful and so many SaGa characters were having music/performance styles! The event came with a raid event and bosses with their own stages. Wagnas had not only a banner style but raid boss style too!

I don't remember the BGM that played on his stage but I assume it was one of the 7 heroes arrangements. Modern world pop star Wagnas?

Sadly majority of the events didn't get any story context. The best you could do is piece together a narrative based on their banner lines...which wasn't much. Given how Final Emperor had a music festival style too along Wagnas makes me wonder how were they both talked into this? Then again Wagnas seems to easily hop into festivities.

Next up is all the Saga prefecture collab bosses! RS will often have collabs with the saga prefecture in Japan and as result have raid events designed over various places in the prefecture. At various raid nodes you would have bosses who seem to be enjoying the activities there!

Your guesses of what's going on here is as good as mine xD;

Beyond Subier got drunk and claimed the spa pond(?) and Dantarg is out there to eat all the goods and you just happen to be on the way... I have little clue what's Kzinssie's deal. Did he try to eat a crab and the crab tried to eat him??

I assume these are the prefecture flag/colors? Bokhohn just had to control a giant...whatever that is (giant goby?) and we had to fight it at some point of course. I recall Rocboquet had a banner style during that event with skill especially targeting the giant gobby. It's a shame we never got story attached to these cause it felt like there was something going on here!

And lets not forget ... ... balloon Wagnas.

-Deep breathes- the source of my PTSD... Balloon Wagnas. Now, now... I know the event is gone and the game will disappear at the end of November, but let me just... just explain the pain and suffering. We had to get a drop from every prefecture boss from this event to turn in and get gems, typical grindy stuff. Usually RS is not too bad with drops. But not Wagnas, oh no... He claimed the skies with his balloons and he would not drop a dang balloon. 200+ fights later I finally got it, normally it would take like less than 50... Wagnas, what have I done to you!?? I've always collected your styles and used you in battles T^T;;;

Anyhowsies... so you know... Wagnas likes his ballons and he ain't sharing any. Not until you cry and beg I guess.

And last but not least.... That one time when idk what Bokhohn smoked but he went full Grinch/Scrooge mode and decided to ruin christmas for everyone !

Not only he was a boss he also had a banner style where he was all about riding a mechanical sleigh with puppet reindeers and raining bombs over Avalon! What was the context behind that? Who knows! It was event without any story context once again. I was especially sad we got no story cause Noel had a wonderful christmas style where he seemed to be enjoying himself for once. And Final Empress had a style on the same banner as Noel and it looked like a truce to enjoy the festivities.

Hokay... forgot about the School banners! The RS Academy events which... got a short 3 part manga comic but not an in-game story for some reason. But! We got... Astronomy Teacher Wagnas! Trickster illusionist Bokhohn and Janitor Kzinssie!

I remember in the manga Wagnas was being a bestie with Gerard and nerding about stars which I thought was really sweet, especially considering one of Gerard's styles does have Galactic Rift (strongest light spell!) and It's just me here connecting the dots like some wild conspiracy theoriest but I guess nerdy boy Gerard also enjoys astronomy!

Bokhohn seemed to be a student this time...which is funny cause isn't he supposed to be older than Wagnas? He mentions he prefers illusions and tricks to actual magic. Maybe in modern world he will be all about card tricks!

And... that's all I could pull from the vault!

I hope it was fun read. :>

I will miss the sillies RS provided. . . u_u; You could randomly miss a character regardless of which SaGa game and log into RS then put them in silly hat and go smack a random old boss or something... I only hope they will make a new SaGa mobile game at some point cause RS even in Japan is not doing well right now.

[nicsnort]

Trial by Fire (part 84)

A Nightcrawler/Fem!OC romance, drama, and mystery fanfic, with lots of Quicksilver thrown in for fun and even more drama.

Intro (with link to full Ao3 story) First Previous

Since she and Kurt had gone back to her house and fetched her laptop Bedelia had been itching to work. She had compiled all her data on Essex, going through the mountains of evidence the X-men and Brotherhood had rescued from Essex bases. When this story launched it had to be perfect. And that time was quickly approaching.

Ever since accepting her appearance, Bedelia had been doing better in controlling her powers. She could now spend several hours without the collar - well the collar turned off. Beast had modified it to engage if her skin temperature reached more than 120 degrees. So while the collar still sat around her neck it was currently not active. Today, Beast was going to perform the surgery to remove the red gem. But today Bedelia had something else on her mind as well. It was time to discuss with Xavier and - regretfully - Magneto about returning her to society.

It had been well over a month since she was kidnapped by Essex, over two weeks since she was rescued, it was high time that Bedelia made her return. But she was sure that both men had their opinions on how to do so and what happened to her afterward. Bedelia still held out a bit of hope that Magneto wouldn’t force her to “work for” the Brotherhood. She was a mutant now, no longer “threatening” as a human, one of them.

The hall was clearing out. Finishing her coffee she looked at Kurt and smiled. They were alone except for Rogue and Toad at the other end of the table. “Kurt, I know this is something we have been putting off talking about but...I need to go back to my life. I can’t stay missing much longer.”

When Bedelia smiled at him, Kurt felt his heart melt a bit. This beautiful, smart, driven, strong woman was his girlfriend. They were together. So when she started to talk and he heard ‘putting off talking about’, for a moment, his stomach dropped -- but oh, no, it wasn’t a breakup. But any sense of relief he felt was washed out by the tension in his body replacing that joy. Back to her life? Back to…? 

“I...but the dangers…” And, well, he rather enjoyed living with her like this. But her safety took over any bit of his feelings. “I suppose I could stay near you, make sure no one tries anything.” And it was difficult to tell if ‘no one’ meant Essex’s followers, the political adversaries...or the Brotherhood. 

“Of course rishide,” she told him, squeezing his hand. “I’m going to have even more attention on me than I did before. I would appreciate someone looking out for me and I can’t think of anyone better.”

Bedelia kissed Kurt softly and heard Toad gag from further down the table. “Let’s find Xavier. I’d rather talk to him first about getting back out there rather than the Brother--”

It would be just her luck that there was a rush of wind as Pietro stopped behind their chairs. Her smile tensed at the arrival of the Brotherhood member before she looked at him. “Good morning, Pietro.”

The breeze that signaled one of his least favorite persons, Kurt felt irritated -- the warmth of the kiss dampened from the mutant’s very existence. “Quicksilver,” Kurt murmured, glaring up at him. 

Pietro wasn’t looking at Kurt, he had eyes only for Bedelia. Ever since speaking with her by the pond, his affection had only grown for her. No longer confined by the mistake of her being a human. “Morning.” He greeted her back. “Couldn’t help but overhear you mentioning getting out there again. You going all natural?” 

Kurt scowled. Bedelia internally sighed. Of course, Pietro had overheard her comments to Kurt. Or else Toad had sent a mental communication to Emma. Though Bedelia was unsure if that particular Brotherhood member was currently at the school. While Bedelia knew she should help keep the temporary peace between the two factions, a big part of her just wanted to tell Pietro to piss off...especially with that question.

“That depends,” she answered him with a small smile. “I believe an image inducer like Kurt’s would be for the best. Me suddenly being a mutant with such visible mutations might cause some trust issues since I had declared my humanity previously…But yes, I am tired of sitting around. More evidence isn’t going to help my story out at this point. I have more than enough. Once this gem is out of my forehead I think it is time for me to return to society.”

“Yeah?” Pietro rested his forearm against the chair next to her. “Figured you’d be preaching for her to embrace her beauty, Fuzzy.” 

Kurt felt his jaw tense and his fists clench. He tried not to get baited further though. “I think easing the truth to the public is for the best. We can ask the Professor for it.” He was determined now to get it for Bedelia out of spite to Pietro. What did he think he had a right to comment on whether Bedelia showed herself naturally or not? 

“Hm, guess so. Anyway, the quicker we discuss this with the Head Honchos, the better -- getting tired of this school.” Pietro shrugged.

“Yes, I was hoping to discuss this with them today.”

“I’ll go tell Magneto. I expect he’ll call to see you soon, Bedelia.” He gave her one more look before zipping away.

Kurt shook his head. “I can tell the Professor to talk to us with Magneto.” Because he didn’t trust that man for a second not to take advantage of a moment alone with the journalist. 

Yet before he could think to teleport away or share a thought through their link, Quicksilver returned. “He said he’ll see you outside now.” 

She was about to agree with Kurt and ask him to get the Professor when Pietro returned. God, the man was too fast for comfortability. Bedelia clearly remembered how she savored but also dreaded every second without him when he held her hostage. That level of stress was something she never wanted to experience again. Second only to speaking with Magneto alone...Pietro being nearby didn’t count.

“Right, well, Magneto can wait until Xavier arrives as well,” Bedelia told Pietro. She stood and smiled at Kurt. “Could you get him, please? I’ll wait out in the foyer.”

The couple minutes or so that Kurt would be gone would give Bedelia a moment to collect herself...and in a way gave her a moment to gauge Pietro. The man was emotional and it had been easy for Bedelia to get a read on him while they were together. Regarding Magneto she wanted Pietro on her side. He might not stand up to his father and leader in the moment of confrontation, but she knew she needed an advocate of some sort for when she wasn’t in the room. Pietro was her best bet for that.

Kurt glanced at Pietro, clearly unhappy that he’d have to leave Bedelia alone with him. Still, it was something that would come up a few more times in the near future...much to Kurt’s displeasure. Better to let her have it the first time on grounds that were more of her favor than neutral. 

Pietro rolled his eyes at Kurt’s glance before he teleported away. He waved his hand to clear the smoke. “Ugh…So you’re really ok with returning to the cameras to defend your story?”

Bedelia walked towards the foyer the moment Kurt left. She was setting the pace going forward. Maintaining what control she could was key in what was to come. As she walked Bedelia considered Pietro’s question. Was she okay with it? Yes. Was she ready? Well, that remained to be seen.

“The truth must be defended,” she told him. “I am not comfortable with the idea of being the story but I know I will be when I return. I want to use the focus that will be on me to bring forward the story on Essex. I’ve been considering that a data dump would be beneficial. Once I publish the first story, releasing the data online for other reporters to go through. I can still make my reports but the information would be available for others to start following the trail as well.”

It was something she mentioned to Beast and Xavier yesterday. With something as complicated as this, more eyes would be better. “Keeping the cure and other formulas out of the dump of course. There is no need for that information to be widely spread.”

There was the added benefit as well that loved ones of those kidnapped and lost might be able to find some closure. It had crossed Bedelia’s mind that a non-profit organization might need to take up that charge. Helping the victims of Essek and their friends and families was something beyond her and the mutants at hand.

“There are other ways the truth can be defended.” Pietro pointed out. He followed her with ease though his legs were aching to move quicker and he soon took the lead. There was without doubt a sense of power the woman had beyond the actual powers. There was protection she got from being here, sure, but now she seemed to have pull and she would have it with Magneto. Not enough to string him along, but certainly something more than a request for a glass of water. 

Bedelia had not meant to keep walking. She had intended to wait in the foyer like she told Kurt. Yet perhaps it was the conversation or a remnant of when she had to follow Pietro around that compelled Bedelia to walk out the side door when he opened it for her. She was nearly to the gardens, Magneto’s back registering in her mind when she realized what she had done. 

“I’ll give you a tip,” he said as he spotted Magneto in the near distance, “don’t ask for the stars and the moon right away. Be realistic.” Meaning, don’t ask to be free of the Brotherhood - his father wouldn’t have it.

Pietro’s words caught her attention causing her lips to thin. He was right and she understood what he meant but it didn’t make it any easier. “So, I’ll ask for the sun,” Bedelia replied with a small smile. It was as much of a joke as she could make at the moment.

When Magneto saw Bedelia and his son, the former so significantly different, he nodded. “Good morning, Ms. Hayes.”

Bedelia noticed that Magento was wearing his helmet. At least she didn’t have Frost prying around inside her head and telling him what she thought this time. Though she was aware that this was more likely a defense against Xavier. His greeting sent an automatic chill through her but at least he was calling her by her name...she wasn’t just the ‘journalist’ anymore. It was an improvement albeit a slight one.

“Morning, Magneto,” she greeted with a neutral tone. A good morning at this point it was not. This was the first time she was seeing him up close since the talk in the park...and the first in good lighting. His age now was obvious. He must have been in his late 50s or early 60s, a bit older than Xavier. His eyes spoke though beyond those years. In this light his relationship to Pietro and Wanda was obvious. “I admit I am surprised you were ready to meet so quickly.”

She was trying to delay meaningful talk until Xavier arrived. Magneto’s eyes were examining her as well. The modified Genoshan collar that was a failsafe if she burst into flames again felt heavy around her neck.

Magneto gave a shark’s smile. “The early bird as they say,” he said nonchalantly. “I take it that you wanted to discuss the future living arrangements? You did not enjoy being tethered to our place, I cannot imagine you would enjoy this school..even if Nightcrawler is here.” 

Oh, yes, he had to hear an earful about the new couple from Pietro. It started with the ‘I can’t believe that happened’ to 'I can’t believe that happened’, to the point where Magneto wondered if he should speak to his son about it in private. But given that the journalist was no longer human, it wasn’t that embarrassing. If Pietro’s persistent affections could win the journalist over, all the better.

“I do not enjoy being restricted in my job,” Bedelia told him, lifting her chin slightly. “Nor being under constant observation while doing it.”

Bedelia let that sit for half a moment before continuing. “My reason for wanting to speak with you and Xavier today is to discuss the future, yes. My return to society and how to break the Essex article. Just like the original Genosha article, there is one chance at breaking the story and it has to be done correctly.”

Magneto couldn’t help but smile a bit. Oh no, of course not. “Which is why you’ve been a freelancer.” He remarked, agreeing. No, she wasn’t the type to be tied down...which made him wonder if Nightcrawler understood that. But that would be a tidbit for his son to mull over. “Given how successful your first story was, I am inclined to agree. This one must be done just as well. And how do you propose that happens, Ms. Hayes?”

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