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«Nightmare»

Well, I begin my aria as a fan of Goultard. I believe that this man is worthy of much more love, for he is the wonderful god of the Iops. And yes, there will be an OC Wakfu (maybe I’ll draw it and talk about it). Happy reading!💕

Tw:the death of the main character, blood, post-traumatic syndrome, unhealed injuries, love for the dead.

Goultard lay behind his bed and snored loudly, after another adventure he was very tired and was now in his bed, enjoying the warm and soft sheets. Iop enjoyed this, because he was lying in bed with his beloved girl. He pressed his cheek to her small but very soft breast. With one hand, Goultard gently squeezed her right breast, and with the other he pulled her towards him and gently squeezed her ass. God of the Iops felt the gentle and soft hands of his lady love, caressing his long and soft hair, massaging his scalp.

«Goultard...» said Ranet, giggling, feeling how her god of the Iops was pressing against her. Her brown eyes looked at Goultard with love and tenderness, and her heart couldn’t help but pound with excitement. Enutrof felt like a pillow in the arms of an iop.

"Mmm... What is it, my love?" - asked the god of the Iops in a gentle and hoarse voice, raising his head. His light brown hair looked at Ranet with kindness and sincere love, and his body pressed against the girl’s body. Goultard lived for many years, but he had not felt such strong love as now for a long time. As if Iop’s entire existence, all his love, lived and will live only for her sake. His favorite enutrof.

"Goulti... You need to wake up." - Ranet said in a soft and gentle voice, lifting the iopa from herself. She pulled away from him slightly and stroked his cheek, gently scratching his beard. Her brown eyes looked with sincere love and kindness, but something was wrong about it all. The touches were no longer so soft and warm, and a chill ran through his entire body. Iop's eyes looked at the enutrof with panic and fear, and his heart beat even stronger with excitement.

"Wake up? But... But I'm not sleeping! You and I are in bed and you are with me—” the red-haired man began to speak in a hurry, actively gesticulating and looking at his beloved. But Goultard did not have time to finish, as Ranet pressed her finger to his lips. The expression on her face did not change for a second, but her eyes remained the same.

“Oh, Goulti... Apparently you didn’t understand something!” - said the giggling brown-haired girl, after which she leaned towards the god of Iops and pressed her forehead to his forehead. Brown eyes Ranet's continued to gaze lovingly into Goultard's light brown eyes. “I died, Goulti. A long time ago." - Ranet said in the same sweet and melodious voice, stroking down.

Her words sent a chill and fear down the back of the God of the Iops. He followed her and looked down. Having done this, Goultard let out a frightened cry, full of pain and horror: he saw how in the stomach of his beloved enutrof there was a huge hole that was bleeding. It was a terrible sight and the redhead began to panic.

"No! No! No! This is not there! This is not there!" the Iop shouted, trying to close the hole in her stomach with his hands. Tears began to flow feverishly from Goultard's eyes, and quiet sighs of sadness and panic escaped from his chest. Ranet, on the contrary, sat absolutely calmly and giggled, looking at how her beloved tried to save her.

“But we both know that it’s useless. Dark Vlad." - His lover said in a cold voice and giggled at the end.This name again sent a current of fear through his body. He raised his eyes to Ranet, wanting to understand what was happening. But, instead of her sweet face, he saw his second personality. Dark Vlad. A skeleton whose head was burning with bright fire, and his hands were smeared with blood.

"Remember me, Goultard?" - asked the skeleton in his terrible and at the same time cheerful voice, starting to laugh hysterically. Their entire nice room began to turn into a desert filled with ruins and skeletons. All of this caused Goultard to scream in horror and fall to his knees as his dark self continued to laugh.A couple of moments later, Goultard woke up. He saw that he was in his bed in the house of Eva and Tristepin. There was no desert, there were no skeletons, there was no Dark Vlad, there was no her.

[kasper-soholm]

IOPA

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Unsere Kampagnen & Projekte

Wir haben eine Kampagne ins Leben gerufen, um alle Jungen, die ein Tier als Freund haben, nicht nur zu registrieren, sondern auch ihre Geschichte zu erzählen. Für dieses Projekt arbeiten wir eng mit der International Oinkie Pigfriends Association (IOPA) zusammen, die sich speziell auf die Beziehung zwischen Junge und Schwein konzentriert. Für dieses Projekt möchten wir eine Datenbank erstellen, in der Sie alle Geschichten, die Daten der Jungen mit Namen, Herkunft usw. und auch die Daten der jeweiligen Tiere sehen können.

Auch die Geschichten der Jungs wollen wir in Wort und Bild festhalten. Wir haben in unserem Archiv viele Geschichten und Bilder über die Freundschaft zwischen Jungen und Tieren gesammelt. Da es in diesen Geschichten hauptsächlich um Affen und Jungen geht, nennen wir uns „Affenpiraten“ oder International Monkey Pirates Association (IMPA), aber alle Tiere von allen Kontinenten sind willkommen: Neben Affen sind auch Elefanten, Pferde, Reptilien und Schweine bei uns vertreten Geschichten. Und nicht nur Tiere, sondern auch Jungs aus aller Welt sind willkommen. Wir sind eine multinationale, interkulturelle Gemeinschaft und wollen Respekt und Toleranz zwischen den Völkern und ihren Arten fördern.

(Hinweis: Alle Daten sind rein fiktiv und entsprechen keiner realen Person.)

Tierschutz hat auch etwas mit Respekt vor den Tieren zu tun. Deshalb wollen wir so wenig wie möglich die Tiere stören und nutzen KI um unsere Ideen zu visualisieren bzw. unsere Artikel zu illustrieren. Wenn wir über Jungs und ihre Haustiere aus der Antike berichten, kann da ja wohl kaum ein Fotograf vor Ort gewesen sein.

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[talesofpassingtime]

–Hairy Iopas, says the citizen, that exploded volcano, the darling of all countries and the idol of his own.

— James Joyce, Ulysses 

[hemvworld]

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Managing cavitated teeth for children has come a long way, and at Vanilla Smiles in Shivaji Nagar, Pune, we use advanced biomaterials and a better understanding of the process to avoid the dreaded and feared root canal treatment for children's teeth.

After a clinical and radiographic evaluation, we tentatively decide on the course of action for your child's cavitated tooth. Unless your child complains of spontaneous pain, pain at night, or has acute swelling, we can avoid the root canal treatment in Pune for your child's teeth by following a selective cavity removal technique.

Why Radiographs Are Important?

A radiograph helps us give a clear picture of the depth of the cavity, how close it is to the nerve, the position of the developing permanent bud, the restorability of the tooth, and more. However, an IOPA/Radiograph is a two-dimensional picture of a three-dimensional structure, and most of the time, whether to be conservative and do an Indirect Pulp Treatment (IPT) or go ahead with a pulpotomy treatment or complete the Pulpectomy root canal treatment procedure depends on the evaluation.

When Do We Do Root Canal Treatment for Children in Pune?

As far as possible, our efforts are to keep the tooth in its natural state, and IPT is one such procedure that provides an environment conducive to repair. However, while selective removal, if we see a red spot, which implies that the nerve has opened up, we may have to do a pulpotomy or a complete nerve extirpation or pulpectomy procedure.

What Went Wrong?

Ideally, let's not just treat cavities (DRILL n FILL) let's treat dental disease. In some cases, like the example of a four-year-old with secondary cavities, the primary cavities were drilled and filled, but due to a multitude of reasons, the tooth developed additional plaque built up and what we call a new cavity under the existing or dilapidated restoration (secondary cavities).

What is an Indirect Pulp Therapy (IPT)?

In indirect therapy, after the removal of old restoration and the secondary cavities, we are close to the nerve/pulp, but the nerve has not opened up, i.e., you don't see a red spot. Then the tooth is a good candidate for IPT. A preformed metal crown covers the cavitated milk tooth 360 degrees, avoiding any plaque/biofilm buildup, which if left in situ would cause secondary cavities. So when you cover the tooth completely, you provide an environment for repair, you cut off the nutritional supply to the bacteria that cause these cavities, and hence prevent the progression of the cavities under the crown.

Why Do We Need Biomaterials?

Your pulp/nerve is a living tissue. When we get that close to it, we need materials that would provide an environment conducive to repair. When we pack restorations/fillings so close to the nerve, the tooth will eventually develop an abscess or pus-filled cavity.

In conclusion, while root canal treatment for children's teeth in Pune may be necessary in some cases, it's best to avoid it if possible. At Vanilla Smiles, we use advanced techniques and biomaterials to provide an environment conducive to repair and keep the tooth in its natural state as far as possible. A thorough clinical and radiographic evaluation is a must to decide the best course of action for your child's cavitated tooth.

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[ann-beth]

Got my healing abutment/ gingival former today, whoohoo /s.

Remind me to stack up on painkillers after the way things went,,

(added after tags were put in lol, just in case someone else do actually read these posts and are confused..?)

[kasper-soholm]

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[wireslide]

Travel on an Interdimensional Ship

In which Kivair learns some lessons and almost accidentally kills Eli.

The bustle of the common area died down as the doors slid closed, and the ebon-skinned draenei sank carefully into a chair, rubbing at her forehead. A dark blue hand settled on her shoulder, and she lifted her head only slightly to accept the cup of tea from her aunt. "I do wish you'd see a medic, Kiva," the older woman sighed, settling herself on the low stool beside her niece's hooves, "they're becoming more frequent, and...well. Your eyes are starting to bulge a bit. I'm concerned at what that could mean." She reached out, tenderly brushing hair that glimmered like spun moonlight away from the heavy veil covering most of the darker exile's face.

Letting the steam from the tea wash over her closed eyelids, Kivair took a long moment before answering. It was also possible, given the clear amount of pain she suffered, that she was savoring the silence. When she opened her eyes, it was as though she'd uncovered two lamplights, bright enough to increase the light in the small family suite tenfold. She noted with a kind of wry amusement that her aunt looked away with a faint squint. "I'm fine, Iopa. I mean...I'm not, but the medics can't help me. This is the grace the Light gave me, powerful enough to drive me from Argus after my cousin and not put her in additional danger. There were always bound to be side effects to such a deal." She took a sip of the tea, then hefted it slightly in her aunt's direction. "Thank you, for this. How is Eli? She doesn't usually nap this late." Overbright eyes turned to one of the small doors off the suite.

Iopaani smiled, patting Kivair' s leg gently. "She woke from her nap early, and decided to 'help the talbuk remember what they are,' under her father's supervision. Konei promised he wouldn't let her try to mount any. How was training?"

The younger woman waved a hand. "Training is slow and boring and they've partnered me with the most ridiculous soft usuul of a priest. Scared of his own shadow, that one, much less the thought of actual Shadow. His healing prayers are powerful enough for an acolyte, I guess, but if he doesn't grow a spine sometime soon I may mistake him for a sea jelly and eat him." She took a gulp from her tea, frowning at it faintly.

"Most of us aren't as ready to raise arms as you are, Kivair," her aunt reminded her gently, "remember that you are late come to the ship, and the rest of us have already survived being driven off four worlds, not counting Argus." She brushed back her niece's hair again. "We cannot all be Vindicators."

The darker woman scowled and tossed back the rest of her tea, handing the mug back to Iopa. "He's a priest. A servant of the Light. He should be ready to raise a hand and decimate armies with holy fire. I don't expect you to understand, Aunt--you're just a livestock breeder's wife. You aren't Called by the Light like we are." By the small sound she made and the sudden flash of light in her palm, she wasn't expecting the slap her aunt laid across her cheek.

"Arrogant little girl, listen carefully." Iopa's full lips were pulled into a hard line. "We are all Called, and we all obey. An army marches poorly on its own hooves alone. No priest, not even Lord Velen himself, can call that much holy fire, or wants to." She grabbed one of Kivair's sweeping obsidian horns when the young woman started to look away. "The Light is gentle and compassionate more than it is blindly violent, and that is why we left. That is why your order makes up less than a tenth of our number, why there are three priests for every Vindicator, and why everyone else considers the lot of you a distasteful necessity. For the most part, daughter of my sister, we Exiled tend to believe that if you cannot let go of the violence within you, you should go back to Argus. We do not burn armies, Kivair. The Light humbled us, and every day you are told to abide by the same lesson." She released the horn with a flick of her wrist, wiping out the tea cup briskly as she walked away to put it in the cupboard.

Breath hissing between clenched teeth, Kivair forced the light around her fist to fade. "You sound like my mother," she managed huskily, flexing her fingers.

"One of us does," Iopa agreed mildly. "Go see to Eli, dear. She always makes you feel better." She busied herself tidying up the eating area as the Vindicator-in-training stomped out into the busy bustle of the Genedar's halls once more.

Kivair hardly noticed that most of the ship's inhabitants eased out of her way as she stormed through. Her cheek barely stung--Iopa hadn't struck her hard at all, only loudly--but her pride burned indignantly. She had given up everything to catch up to the Genedar, to be in her cousin's life. How dare her mother's twin treat her as though she had left nothing behind! A day didn't go by that she didn't miss her proper arms trainer, or her father's laboratory, or her grand set of rooms five times bigger than the family suite she shared with her cousin and her parents. She even missed the intricate patterns of her mother's court. What did Iopaani know? She was the twin of a Man'ari general, the former right hand of the Victor of Aldrachi, and she had given that up to marry a livestock breeder--not even a highly regarded one! Koneiithon had only had the remnants of his father's small stock and a bare twelve acres of land when Iopaani married him.

Kivair rounded a corner, almost running into someone in a priest's robes. She paid them no mind as they called after her, mind focused on fuming. At least when she had given up her life, it hadn't been for something as stupid as a man. It had been for family, for blood. And she remained willing to fight for her new life instead of constantly fleeing and later mourning those left behind. 'Better them than me,' felt like the attitude most Exiled held about those they left behind to be swallowed up by their pursuers.

She came to a stop at the fenced in area holding the livestock, then began slowly edging her way around towards the talbuk pen. There was enough of a crowd gathered that she had to push her way though, and once she saw her cousin, her heart stopped and the drums in her head got louder.

Elianaura, only living child of Koneiithon and Iopaani of the House Sabir, held one tiny, bright white hand under the jaw of the herd's Premiere, the most aggressive stallion on the ship, and spoke to him quietly as her father tied a blindfold around the talbuk's head. Once the cloth was in place, the Premiere snorted and pawed at the deck, throwing sparks, but little Eli only gently scolded him, and he stood stock still, trembling. Shooting her father a questioning look--Konei nodded--she began to slowly walk backwards, leading the blindfolded stallion forward in tiny steps.

Kivair clenched her fists again and suppressed the urge to scream. Her cousin's bones weren't done growing yet, and here her idiot father was putting her in danger, practicing Gunjika on an enclosed ship where a single miscommunication with the animal could cause a stampede! In a spaceship, a stampede would quickly turn into a meat grinder. She had to put a stop to this. She pushed her way further forward.

She saw the lead rope in her uncle's hand, saw the two ropers ready to offer extra restraint, but all her brain registered was her baby cousin inches away from several hundred pounds of unpredictable sharp hoof. She didn't notice the muted lash of light that cut into the blindfold, and perhaps just a little too far, slicing into the back of the talbuk's neck. She hadn't even felt her fingers move to cast the spell.

Time slowed to the spaces between terrified heartbeats. The talbuk screamed, reared, lashed out with his hooves as he lifted himself up above the tiny child, who fell backwards in surprise and desperately tried to scramble away. The hooves came down.

The bell-like sound they made when they hit the priest's shield was deafening, even from the edge of the corral. Kivair vaulted the fence and swept her cousin up in one arm, skidding away from the temporarily stunned animal all in one motion, as though she practiced rescuing children from irate livestock every ship cycle. She checked Eli frantically for injury as the ropers restrained the talbuk before he could start screaming again.

The child had the temerity to giggle as though she were being tickled. "Kiva! Oh, Kiva, did you see? I led him blindfolded and he followed! I'm going to be a Gunjika champion someday and win us all the best talbuk, just like Grandfather! Papa says the old tassle-tack is in the long term storage and when we find a new home he'll teach me how to use it!" She clapped her hands in delight and giggled again when Kivair hugged her tightly. "Did you see?"

Forcing most of the tremble out of her voice, the dark-skinned woman pressed a kiss into her cousin's jet black hair. "I saw, Eliana, that was very impressive. Maybe next time can wait until the talbuk has room to run away from you if it wants to?" She shot her uncle a look that could easily have killed him where he stood. Konei didn't even have the grace to look ashamed.

The tiny girl gave her cousin's suggestion a long moment of serious thought, then nodded. "I guess he can't have been comfortable at all, being all trapped and then blind. I didn't mean to upset him. I thought if we blindfolded him he might remember grass and sky and feel better."

"That's very thoughtful, little light, but he was born on the ship and talbuk don't have racial memories." Kivair stood, cradling her cousin in her arms.

Eli shrugged. "That we know of. But we don't know everything. Right, Kiva?"

Walking back through the crowd to settle her cousin on a window seat, the Vindicator-in-training sighed. "No, little light." She stared at the reflection of the priest behind them, barely noticing the stars streaking by. "I suppose we don't."

[hoeratius]

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[talesofpassingtime]

–Hairy Iopas, says the citizen, that exploded volcano, the darling of all countries and the idol of his own.

— James Joyce, Ulysses

[hawaii]

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