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lucretiaadventurezone · 1 year ago

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TAZ Dashboard Simulator 2 (Part 1)

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be back soon 💋 im gonna go fight this guy for my relic

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Ubmrella

#girl help #im trapped

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In your orbit!

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Round 4: Semi-Finals

Jeff Angel Propaganda:

from @.ango-mcdango: I <3 JEFF ANGEL HE’S SO COOL AND HE ALWAYS CALLS HIS DAD

Jess the Beheader Propaganda:

from @.bagnus-murnsides: jess literally has a dope ass axe

#jess sweep

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Your captain looks gnc as fuck

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YOU'RE INSANE

#Thank you very much!

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You Don’t Need All of Your Blood; Here’s Why

The Director doesn’t want you to know this…

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ball

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ball

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other. ball

#babe we gotta get you a fidget toy or something #clearly you're getting bored at work

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lucretia was 18 when the ipre mission left??!? she should've been at the club!!

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oh trust me one of the planes we went to was a giant disco and lucy was freakin it sensitive style day and night

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real footage of lucretia at the club ↑↑

#I'm actually going to kill both of you #mutuals #queue never know what you'll find #reblogs

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is magnus burnsides gay??

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why would you ask us, a caleb cleveland blog, this

#neverwinter heritage posts

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i loev my beaugifyl wife so muchnohmygod

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where is smy wife i wanst to see herh

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hiiiiiiiidjiiii omg shge. is here :D

#apologies guys we hung out with pan and she got FUCKED up #you know how poker nights get #wife tag

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people who actually like bugs are absolute freaks

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wrong! spider attack

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#i simply had to make another one it was way too fun #can you spot all the references?#long post #fake tumblr post #taz balance #the adventure zone #a sydney original #taako #lup #barry bluejeans #davenport #istus #the raven queen #avi #johann #johavi #istus/the raven queen

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aspureasamelody · 2 months ago

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Omi, Kimiko, and Clay were each going through very different stages of grief about the betrayal

They're all ultimately just deeply hurt by what Raimundo did to them, but you can really see the differences in their personality in how they react to pain and rationalize personal tragedy

Omi is in heavy denial.

He's just so naïve and trusting at this point, he can't bring himself to believe that someone he thought cared about them would really decide to purpose trick and hurt them like this. Omi literally can't rationalize it

Before all this, Omi especially looked up to Raimundo and gave him unconditional trust. So Omi would sooner accept any other explanation. Omi was so desperate to see any good here and give his friend the benefit of the doubt that he's just actively deluding himself and denying reality

Omi directly acknowledges how he thinks of his friend Raimundo as cunning and clever and so prone to jokes that Omi doesn't always understand, so surely this was yet another clever, cunning elaborate secret trick that Omi just doesn't understand yet

Kimiko is pure anger.

She's the one who's got the most grounded read on the situation. She's furious that this is happening, but it is happening, and she's not going to take it lying down. She's savvy and intelligent, and she's most ready to try to face it head on

She's even trying to drill the reality of the situation into Omi's head and trying to motivate Clay back into action. Omi and Clay are both avoiding actually doing anything, but Kimiko's more than ready to take charge and fight for this

It's notable that Kimiko's reaction to crisis is the only one that's immediately actionable. They likely would have just piddled around if it weren't for Kimiko more-or-less taking charge here

Clay is depression.

He's completely shut down, and his usually steady hands are so shaky that he accidentally beheads his little statue while he's trying to whittle. Because trying to suppress, hide, or downplay his own emotions for others is already what Clay tries to do.

He has a whole pile of failed whittling because he's been trembling with emotion for so long. Whittled statues of himself, no less, even though he usually whittles things like cows. Statues of himself he keeps accidentally beheading over and over again, dark...

He's trying to keep himself grounded, but ends up moreso externalizing the pain he wants to suppress

Besides all the trembling from his sadness, he's probably putting too much pressure at certain times from an anger he's trying to suppress, hence all the accidentally broken figurines. He probably nicked himself on the fingers at least once in the process of all those failed figurines

The reason Clay is so visibly shaken up is probably because this is the second time in his life this has happened to him, when we consider his sister. Poor guy's definitely reliving some of the most emotionally taxing moments of his life so far. He and Jesse probably had some sort of argument and exchanged harsh words when she left, but Raimundo's taken it even farther than she ever did

(Which leaves either Jack or Dojo for bargaining?)

#xiaolin showdown #clay bailey #kimiko tohomiko #omi #raimundo pedrosa

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autocorrection · 2 years ago

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#polls #i have polls now #mcelroys #the adventure zone #taz balance #taz amnesty #taz graduation #taz ethersea

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charlottesbookclub · 7 months ago

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king of all birds – chapter five

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Summary: alistair goes hunting!!

Warnings/Tags: hunting with a falcon, descriptions of animal death, descriptions of blood and butchering an animal, brief mentions of martyrdom and religious ideas

Words: 1423

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St. Anthony of Padua is the patron saint of finding lost or hidden things

St. George is said to have slain a dragon and is considered the patron saint of England, although this association was not thoroughly established until after the period of Alistair's human life (it was during the reign of Edward III – just after Alistair was changed – that St. George became associated with the English monarchy)

St. Denis is the patron saint of Paris who is said to have been beheaded on a hill in Paris now known as Montmartre ("hill of the martyrs"). His legend claims that he picked up his own severed head and continued to preach after his beheading

Author’s Note: as promised, Alistair goes hunting!! I really wanted to use this chapter to show that the forest is his safe place – somewhere he feels really comfortable and at ease with his surroundings and himself. I also briefly explore his sense of spirituality here, since that's a facet of his character that is completely unexplored in canon, yet has always fascinated me. please do read the warnings – I do describe hunting and the death of an animal. I also listened to 3+ hours worth of podcasts on falconry to write this lmao 😅 I still think I probably don't have everything right, so if anyone out there has falconry experience and would like to gently correct me on anything, please do reach out! ☺️ other than that, I hope y'all enjoy this lighter chapter! 🥰

It was not until he was deep within the woods that Alistair’s heartbeat finally slowed from its heightened state. He tried to match his breathing to the steady steps of the horse beneath him as the thick blanket of leaf litter dulled the sound of its hooves striking the ground. One hand grasping the reins, and the other holding Padua, one of his most beloved falcons, he deftly guided his steed into a clearing. Sunlight fell in dapples through the leaves, catching the stream that gurgled nearby and casting glittering nets of light on the clear water. Alistair closed his eyes, imagining that he was hooded like Padua, and practiced sensing his surroundings without his sight.

He heard the crystalline chuckling of the stream across the rocks, the choir of birds that chittered and keened in the branches, the soft snuffling and rustling of hidden things in the underbrush. He heard his mount snort and begin ripping at the soft grass, and he came at last to the sound of his own breathing, steady and sure now as he filled his chest with untainted air. The scent of it was both sharp and soft at once: the bite of pine and sap mingled with gentler notes of dirt and decay. More than anything though, he could smell the well-worn leather of his tack and falconry equipment, blending seamlessly with the dusty, warm smell of his steed. He let the reins fall from his grasp, reaching forward instinctively to feel the short, coarse fur of his horse, now damp with sweat where the saddle met its skin. His other hand was cloaked in one of his falconing gloves, but he could barely count that as something he felt, since the worn, supple leather was more like a second skin than a foreign object in his hand. He could feel precisely where Padua’s talons rested, and how the jesses fell and swayed almost imperceptibly in the slight breeze.

When he opened his eyes again, the sunlight was bright against them, forcing Alistair to blink several times and readjust his sight. He swung off his horse in one practiced motion, landing lightly on the soft grass. After the whirlwind of thoughts that plagued him back at the estate, very little remained in his mind now that it had been cleared by the welcome calm of the forest.

He let habit and instinct guide his movements; tethering his horse in the small clearing and allowing his feet to carry him along the hidden game trails that crisscrossed the forest like the gossamer threads of a spider’s web. Ever since he was a child, he had always had an innate sense of where to seek quarry. He let the forest speak to him, listening to the way the bird calls changed or how the rustling of tiny creatures shifted as he passed by. Though many had asked for his secret, he could never quite explain the mechanism by which he was able to track animals – in truth, he struggled to even explain it to himself. But whether it was a God-given gift (as his mother believed), a sign of his less-than-sound mental state (as Noll had frequently joked), or simply the natural result of having haunted the woods since he was old enough to walk, it was this sense that he followed as he wound his way through the ferns and logs and moss and trees.

Coming at last to a place where the edge of the forest bordered a large field, he emerged with Padua from the shelter of the trees and into the sun as it illuminated the swaying grasses like the surface of a great green lake. Had he been with other hunters, or with a more inexperienced falcon, he might have devised some scheme to flush quarry from their hiding places amongst the grassy waves. But he felt Padua stirring where she rested on his arm, itching to hunt. Using the utmost care, he removed Padua’s hood, allowing her to adjust to the new surroundings. With deft hands, he loosed the jesses that bound Padua to him, and watched as the falcon leapt from his raised fist and took to the air.

If there were any moments in Alistair’s life where he was certain that there were greater powers that existed beyond his comprehension, it was when he was watching his falcons fly. The initial burst of powerful wing flaps and the courageous leap out into the nothing of the waiting air that soon transformed into a graceful glide as their outstretched feathers caught the wind and they sailed upward into the open arms of the sky was surely nothing short of a miracle. Through the grace of God, Saint George had slain the dragon and Saint Denis had picked up his own severed head, but who had taught falcons to fly?

Using one hand to shield his eyes from the bright sun, he watched as Padua became a small silhouette against the vast expanse of blue, circling the field below with a sense of sight so precise and focused that Alistair could barely dream of understanding. He shook his head in wonder and lowered his gaze back to a more earthly plane. Snapping a large stick from a fallen tree, he waded out into the grass, brandishing the stick before him to exaggerate the movement and sound he made, hoping to help scare free some prey that Padua could lock onto.

Just as he had hoped, a rabbit suddenly leapt up and made a mad dash away from him. Thoroughly desensitized to what others might have deemed a startling movement, Alistair merely looked to the sky to see Padua already diving for her quarry. In a motion so swift and sure it was almost like a strike of lightning, Padua swooped downward and pinned the rabbit to the soft grass. It wailed in her grasp, the noise coming from its throat sounding more ghoulish than animalistic. But her talons were latched into its flesh, and no matter how it thrashed and screamed, she would not let it go.

Casting away his stick, Alistair ran to where Padua had the rabbit hooked in her curved talons. In a movement so instinctive he was barely conscious of having performed it, Alistair freed the hunting knife from his belt and quickly dispatched the poor beast. He began butchering it, cutting off small pieces of the bloody flesh to feed to Padua. She waited patiently as he worked, knowing she would soon get her reward. As always, she watched him intently with her night-dark eyes, tilting her head this way and that as Alistair made quick work of her kill. After tucking the extras into his leather pouch, he indicated for Padua to once again take up her roost on his arm. When she was settled again, he began feeding her slices of the rabbit meat.

Everything about his birds never ceased to fascinate him, and he watched enraptured as she ripped at the bloody flesh before choking down a bite-sized piece. Her movements, like his, were skillful and exact, honed to perfection through years of practice and training. By the time she had eaten her fill, the sun was beginning to dip toward the horizon, its late afternoon light casting a golden glow across the landscape. Alistair hooded Padua once again and secured the jesses before making his way back to where his horse waited.

The cool breeze that foretold evening’s coming and the gentle trot of his steed eased Alistair’s mind such that he had almost forgotten the worries that awaited him within the great stone walls of the estate. He returned Padua to her roost with a few whispered words of praise and promises to return to the hunt soon. He swung himself from his horse and handed the reins to an attendant just inside the gaping mouth of the gateway that opened to the twisting mass of halls and chambers within the family’s estate. He was busying himself with removing his falconing equipment when Amice appeared suddenly on a walkway above him. She looked almost ghostly in the fading light and tall shadows cast by the high walls, her skirt and veil fluttering around her in the light wind. But for all the ethereal ambience that seemed to surround her, her face was grave and set in stone. With neither one of them exchanging a word, Alistair understood that he was meant to follow her as she vanished back into the stone walls.

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