#kayna's corner of thoughts

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friendly reminder that the fairly odd parents show recognizes palestine!!

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I’m going to cry WHY IS THIS ONE OF THE FIRST THING I SEE WHEN I WAKE UP UEUEUEUE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭🥺🥺🤸

loyal to a fault

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I forgot to post this here dhdjdgej//

For context: I am making small stories based on headcanons I have for MSM. This is something I have written before. It may not be that good but I enjoyed writing it!//

The Mythicals are allied with both Non-natural and natural element monsters while the magicals were allied with the seasonals and ethernals just for a bit more context//

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The Last Battle

"Be careful, we must remain strong…" A battle-scarred Strombonin growled gently to his soldiers, entering the meadow. He took a deep breath and gave a small prayer as he blew his strombone to hold the line, seeing other monsters on the opposite end of the area… the magicals

He would place the shell on his side as he walked towards the middle of the field. From the distance he could also see the leader of that army approach the center as well. The furred monster didn't need any weapons, for her own weapons are her antlers and her raw strength alone… she has been known to strike fear into those she battled. It was best to make an attempt to defuse the situation peacefully.

The Strombonin would give a small nod of acknowledgement before speaking. "It is nice to see you again, General Howlgroda. Though I must say, your… villagers have been acting very violent against those who belong to the natural elements-"

"Silence!" The Enchantling hissed out, her blue eyes full of fury and her fur bristled. "Us magicals has been rejected for so long… And who are you speaking for? You are not even a natural at all, you are a mythical." She added, her voice gruff and sharp. Howlgroda's lips would draw back into a snarl. "You had time to fix this anyways. Now it's either to fight or to die. You killed one of our leaders in such a gruesome manner… and you must pay for it. You can't run from it for so long, General Junghuhn."

His heart dropped at the mention of the past leader. Murdered in cold blood… however the thought was shoved off. He had to be killed. Junghuhn shook his head. "It has to be done, and I am ready to fight you and your army."

A roar was let out from Howlgroda as her army began to charge. Everything seemed like a blur as he got hit on the chest by her antlers. The Strombonin drew out his katana and would begin to swing it at the Enchantling, grazing her head. He could see in the background that many monsters were fighting. He saw a Theremind get slammed down by a Flowah brutally while a Yawstrich got ambushed.

An impact would be felt across his head and a sudden pain was felt on his chest area. Once again Junghuhn would face her again and stab her with his weapon. She let out a horrifying scream, though she kept fighting even if crimson blood fell onto the ground. ‘If this is where I will die, then so be it!’ He thought as he charged at the general thinking she was weakened. Once he was close enough Howlgroda launches at him and bites down on his neck. Blood would spill as he gasped out of shock and fell over. From the corner of his eye he could see more monsters from both sides dying in the battle all in a mix of roars, yowls, yelling and spitting. He will not bow down now, not when his army was so close to winning this battle.

Junghuhn would make an attempt to get up though the wounds stung so badly that he was staggering back. He stared at Howlgroda as she took out the katana from her lower rib cage area and tossed it aside. She was staggering back as well and possibly feeling so much pain from the katana being taken out he could assume.

“General Junghuhn!” A young Kayna would run over to the wounded Strombonin. “The sky-”

He grunted in effort to get up, though tilted his head at the Kayna. “The sky?” He repeated in a weak voice before looking up at it again. The once before night sky was now a deep orange color with strange lights in the sky, painted with light reds and yellows as if they were dancing. The clouds were now a deep red like if the blood of the battle had spilled into the sky.

The Strombonin was startled and stared for what seemed to be a long while. A booming voice was then heard from the sky. “STOP THE FIGHT.” It would roar out. Gasps were heard as monsters would begin to scatter with panic rising from them… only leaving the carcasses and one angry monster.

The aged monster had strange horn carvings that glowed an orange color. A long mustache was seen as well with the monster’s neck being so long that it couldn’t really stand well on it with arms close to the head. It’s face was flat but almost seemed dragon-like with piercing eyes. It has a large furnace stomach that glowed brightly and the monster had multiple legs, two in the front and two in the back. It’s tail was lashing angrily as it approached the two.

“Furnoss!” He heard Howlgroda gasp out with her blue eyes wide with fear.

The Celestial of Fire looked at the two with such fury in her eyes. “Was this fight worth anything? Was it worth risking many lives for a fruitless battle?” Furnoss questioned with fury in her voice. Junghuhn frowned and looked away to see the many carcasses of different monsters. While the battle was short, it was brutal. Some monsters were so brutally wounded that he couldn’t tell what they were at all.

“And look at yourselves. There is no honor in fighting when it leads to this much bloodshed.” She continued, looking at the blood that stained both monster’s fur and feathers. A sigh escaped from her. “We have decided that fighting to such an extent like these will no longer be prohibited, if we find something like these, consequences will occur. This is the word from the Celestials.” Furnoss announced, looking at the monsters.

A Ghazt pushed into the crowd with a frown. “You can’t stop us from wars! Who says we have to follow words when we can practically do whatever we like? Besides, I bet the Seasonal monsters would love to invade our villages.”

“Untrue! You Ethernals have no sense of pride and will kill anybody to save face!” A Yool snapped back, the bells on his horns jingling a bit.

“Perhaps the Celestials want us to obey only for them to do it themselves-” A Roarick joined in, earning a few whispers of agreement from both sides.

Furnoss shook her head. “We will refrain from fighting ourselves. Though what we say has been talked about and will be placed into action.” She then would turn to the two generals who were staring wide eyed. A puff of smoke was breathed out.

Just within a single blink she was gone… and Junghuhn’s world faded to black.

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Gifts Sunk Into the Sea

Summary: “Grief is just love with no place to go.” — Jamie Anderson

OR: You are eleven, your grandfather is dead, and you are alone in a house that suddenly feels far too big for one.

Word Count: 1,198

Note(s): Pre-game start. POV Second Person. The player character is small and trying their best, OK.

Also available on AO3!

The house seems bigger after your grandfather dies.

Objectively, you know that’s a silly thought. You’re eleven, not stupid. Your grandfather’s passing—the news delivered to Chief Gara and your family by way of an impersonal slip of a letter via the courier Felyne—doesn’t suddenly negate the fact that this was the same house that you were born and raised in, surrounded by the same furniture and tools and decorations. The shutters of your ocean-facing window still creak stubbornly until you give them a sharp tap to the top-left corner, after which they swing out with way too much gusto. Your shelves are still overflowing with jars of pretty shells gathered off the beach. The half-finished braided strap that you’ve been testing a new pattern on as a present for your grandfather is still thrown halfheartedly over a small loom covered with yarn. Everything is still the same as it was when you woke up this morning, before the windswept courier had arrived with the letter.

There’s no body to send off. There’s not even your grandfather’s Kinship Stone. Instead, the village elders enshrine the letter as a cheap substitute and push the little boat into Kamuna Bay for the last farewell. You track the wavering speck of candlelight as it drifts further away from the shore while the Songstress carries out the rest of the rites. Later, you nudge a lantern up into the air so that it can join the rest that are flocking off towards the Sacred Mountain. The entire time, you are childishly hoping that perhaps this is all some sort of ridiculous skit; a horrible prank; an unfortunate oversight, perhaps. Any moment now, Guardian Ratha will see the rising lights calling him and your grandfather home, and slip back down through the clouds.

Nothing ever comes of your wishful thinking.

Kayna’s family eventually herds you towards their own house, where they feed you soup and wrap you in hugs and let you stay the night amidst sympathetic faces, all bound together by loss. They let you stay as long as you’d like, actually, on account of you being neighbors and everyone’s habit of coming and going from each other’s houses to begin with. But eventually, you start to miss your bed. You miss it less for the bed itself, but for the familiarity of the bright red covers—a buoy of constancy in the murky sea that your grandfather's death has thrown you into.

Auntie’s lips purse when you tell her this. She fusses and shoves a basket laden with fruit and sweets and pre-portioned meals wrapped in coconut leaves into your arms. She fusses some more when you put on a brave face with all your might, yet even that doesn’t prevent your feet from dragging as you make your way down the scant few meters between Kayna’s house and yours. You think you hear her muttering to her family that she’s going to drag you back to a house that’s warm and full and alive. You wish she does it. You’re glad she doesn’t.

Your house—your house, because you never knew what exactly happened to your parents and your grandfather is dead now—is quiet. It is empty. It is familiar and foreign all at once. It feels like the walls might press in and squeeze all the air out of your lungs. It feels much larger than it reasonably ought to be, now that it doesn’t have the possibility of your grandfather’s larger-than-life personality to make it snug and cozy.

There is a tidal wave of feeling upsetting your stomach, even days later. Your eleven-year-old vocabulary is terribly ill-equipped to deal with it, but you know anger. You know it in the frustration that spills over from how slowly your crafting project is going. You know it in the glare you give the knotted strands of thread in your hands. Feeling indignant, you find, is easier than feeling sad or whatever else is in that hot lump lodged somewhere deep in your throat.

You fight with the yarn and tell yourself that you shouldn’t miss him that much anyway. Your grandfather wasn’t home all that often to begin with. He was always traveling here or there, his arrivals and departures heralded by little more than the tell-tale sound of his Rathalo’s beating wings. But when he did come back—

When he came back, his Rathalos would hone in on the pier and touch down with such gentleness that the waters below wouldn’t even ripple. He would laugh as you sprinted towards him, full-bodied and deep and with the kind of genuine joy that made his eyes crinkle. When you would inevitably slam into him like a torpedo he’d just take the impact, letting Guardian Ratha support his back with a nudge of its great scaly head. And then he would greet you, large hands cupped on your cheeks, calloused from a life spent in the saddle. He’d rub his thumbs in hard enough to give your face artificial color, but not once have you ever minded. Only your grandfather greeted you like that, after all—fond and overenthusiastic and again and again and again on the short trek back home, just because you liked it. 

There won’t ever be anyone who will greet you like that ever again, even though you’ve always gotten and continue to get plenty of affection and love from your fellow villagers. There won’t be anyone to tackle in welcome on the pier anymore. When you go on trips out of the village, there would no longer be a familiar steady presence to guide you across the meadows or through the tangles of jungle. Guardian Ratha would no longer shadow your steps, gingerly picking up any spilled herbs and shrooms from your basket with his teeth. You are convinced, with all the power of your small childish self, that you will never find anyone who can laugh the same way that your grandfather did ever again.

Despite everything, you finish the strap, and sink it in the bay by heaving it into the water with a tremendous throw. Grief, you’d learned, was all the clumsy precision of small fingers and all the care of a hurting heart pouring into a project that would never be seen by its intended recipient. It is the habit of continuing to document the little going-ons of your life, of picking out your favorites and readying them to be shared, only to face the resulting misery when they sit, untold, in the hollow of your chest. Maybe—just maybe—you will finally be free of this nebulous feeling after you’ve sunk ten or even twenty more straps into the sea. Or maybe you will turn the bay into an entire graveyard of threads, and still it would not be enough. You are not sure which is worse. No one seems to have an answer for you, though they try their best.

You are eleven. (You are only eleven.)

Your grandfather is dead. (There was nothing to bury, not even his Kinship Stone.)

You are alone in a house that suddenly feels far too big for one. (You are alone.)

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Kayna jogged around the corner to the stairway leading up to Unit B. Her mind recited what she would say when she reached the top, hoping to not mess up or make a fool of herself.

To Kayna's dismay, one of the tenants was coming downstairs from her unit. She hadn't anticipated this to happen so quickly.

Kayna quickly gathered herself, hoping to make a pleasant first impression. Through her jitters, she waited for her to take the last step down and greeted her with a smile.

"Hi! I'm Kayna, your downstairs neighbor, " she trembled. "I've been super busy getting my unit together for what seems...never-ending. But I told myself to get out and introduce myself to my neighbors...so yeah...here I am!"

The young woman pleasantly chuckled to herself. Kayna saw a reassuring warmth in her eyes that eased her mind. This was better than she thought it would be.

"I was wondering when we'd finally cross paths." Yasmine smiled. "You've been quite the hermit these past weeks."

"Yes, it's...it's a habit of mine," Kayna confessed. "This is my attempt to make up for lost time meeting you."

"I could have gone down to meet you myself, but I've been so wrapped up in my own affairs that it never happened. I completely understand, but thank you for making the effort on your end today.

Kayna fidgeted with her hands as she tried to think of what else to say to Yasmine. She had completed breaking the ice with at least one of the tenants and was ready to retreat to her unit until tomorrow, but she found out rather quickly that Yasmine was a talker.

"You know, I was saying when I saw your moving truck that It was good to see the unit finally being rented out. It's been empty for a while now since the last tenant's untimely departure."

Kayna flinched at Yasmine's words. "Um...untimely? Wait, did someone...die in my unit?!" she stammered in confusion.

"Oh-no one told you?!"

"No...I had no idea."

Yasmine paused as if she said something forbidden. Kayna noticed the change in her demeanor and began to worry.

"Well, it's not like the place is haunted or anything." Yasmine shrugged. "Forgive me; I'm not trying to scare you out of the unit. The tenant was an elder who passed on in her sleep. She was also the live-in landlord; she owned the place. Nothing devious occurred here. So there is absolutely no need to panic, ok?"

"...Ok. I'm just surprised my Mom didn't say anything about it. I mean, she's the one who actually bought this property and assigned me as the landlord in her place during my stay."

"So you're our new live-in landlord! You're so young, too. Hmm... no worries; we won't be any trouble to you. I promise we pay rent on time every month!"

"Thank goodness for that." Kayna laughed. "That's one less worry on my mind."

"Since you're officially meeting everyone, I can introduce you to my kids!"

"I thought kids were stomping around up there."

"Yes, I apologize if it's a bit rowdy. I tend to send them to the backyard to play when they get antsy. A park is nearby, but they love the swing set back there. It was a gift from the elder lady who passed away. She adored my kids like her grandchildren, sneaking them snacks and spoiling them rotten. My, did they love Nana Corelle."

"I take it you don't have any kids yet, right?" Yasmine asked.

"You would be correct," Kayna quickly confirmed. "I'm NOWHERE near ready now, if at all, for any kids of my own."

"Oh, they are a joy to have, I tell ya, such blessings. Watching them grow is the best part of it all. My two certainly keep me on my toes with homework, school gossip, and not to mention angst. Especially my son, he's nearly in middle school, and those preteen hormones are something else."

"Sounds like...a lot of work on your hands. Is it just you and your kids?

"No, their father also lives here. He's at work and will return later, so I'll introduce you two when he's not on the go."

"I look forward to it."

"Now, let's go meet my minis!" Yasmine gleefully exclaimed.

<-Back Next->

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I found that actually! eeerm!! 🤓🤓🤓🤓

I FOUND THIS WHILE WATCING THE VOID. WHY IS PILOT SYLVIA THERE.

which animator snuck her in I GOTTA KNOW. PLEASE.

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Family aboard plane that crashed into California home, killing 3

http://abcnews.go.com/US/family-aboard-plane-crashed-southern-california-home-killing/story?id=45801621 Family was aboard the plane that crashed into a Southern California home, killing 3, authorities say - ABC News A family was on board the small plane that killed three people after it crashed into a Southern California home Monday, according to authorities. The Cessna 310 was carrying five people -- one adult male, three adult females and one teenage girl -- and was headed to San Jose from Riverside when it crashed into a home there, said Riverside Fire Department Captain Tyler Reynolds. It is unclear who out of the five passengers were family members. The two survivors were adult females who were ejected from the plane, Reynolds said. The plane hit the right corner of a house, and victims were ejected from the aircraft and landed inside the home, Reynolds said. Firefighters originally thought the ejected victims lived in the home the plane crashed into. One of the surviving women was found in the bedroom of a home and was pulled to safety. She suffered third-degree burns to 90 percent of her body and is currently in critical condition and recovering at a burn center, Reynolds said. The second survivor was found in Herpes info the front lawn of a home and was pulled to safety by residents and firefighters, Reynolds said. She suffered airway burns and is also in critical condition. Sixty firefighters responded to the scene, with some using thermal imaging cameras to search for the victims. It is unclear who was piloting the plane. No one on the ground was hurt, but one person did immediately vacate one of the homes after the crash, Reynolds said. Four homes were damaged, and 14 people have been displaced. The Riverside Municipal Airport is just a mile away from the crash site. The airport has 105,00 flight operations each year. At least 3 dead after small plane crashes into California homes The Federal Aviation Administration said on Monday that the plane crashed under unknown circumstances. The people on board were coming from a cheer conference at Disneyland, said Riverside Fire Chief Michael Moore.

Shannon Flores, a teacher at a nearby school, told ABC's Los Angeles station KABC that she and her students saw the plane from the building. "It was just flying very, very low," she said. "We knew it shouldn't have been flying that low and that it was definitely going down." In Massachusetts, a single passenger plane landed on the roof of an apartment building in Methuen on Tuesday afternoon, according to authorities. ABC News' Kayna Whitworth, Gregory Croft, Kelly Terez and Karma Allen contributed to this report.

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OH YEHA ITS LIFERING

drew some of my favorite ii characters🤤

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sorry for not much art I've been prioritizing school ahead of my art 💜

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sorry for being ill over a ship it will happen again

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CLOVRING WIN!

DAY 2

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