#liad asks

[link-is-a-dork]

Imagine equating radical feminists with conservatives or viewing those who reject America's 2-party duopoly as such a threat to your shaky belief system that you refuse to even engage with them, pre-emptively going "la-la-la I can't hear you!" before they can even identify themselves. And then imagine thinking ANY of that has a damn thing to do with a classic children's video game. 😒 The brainwashing runs so deep that no corner of American life is safe from it. How does it feel to be just as closed-minded, bigoted & steeped in dogma as any Christian fundamentalist?

Hello single reblogged post from 2012 and zero likes!

Sounds awesome actually. Die mad cunt. Sorry I don't hate trans people and like equality and minority rights uwu

Believe it or not I used to be a transphobic Christian dickhead who leaned more conservative. Then I got better >w<

[bow-and-aro-child]

SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT:

Hello hi,Dot here!

So lil bit of context: I've written a few fanfics for the SMG4 fandom and as of recent, its come to my attention that one of them, SMG4:Lover Is A Day, is going to turn a year old soon. Considering that it helped open the door to meeting so many cool people in this fandom I wanted to do something special for it!

So!!

Next Wednesday, January 15th, at 8 am CST I'll be turning on my ask box for an Author Q'n' A.

Got any questions about LiAD? Wanna gush and cry and scream about any other fics I've written?Anything else ya wanna tell me?

Tell me all about it January 15th! Until then, I'll see y'all there!

[illusivesoul]

Was tagged by @quietborderline Thank you, friend :)

I'll tag @nowandthane @messydiabolical @rh-ood @vulpixelates and @morganaseren Only if you feel like doing this, of course.

Rules: Shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up then tag 5 people.

From my Leliana playlist.

Moonlight Cove - Violin and Guitar version - Liad Abraham, Ariella Zeitlin

Only a Girl - Gia Woods

Dark eyes, pink lips Now my heart is racing Hot fingertips, don't know what I'm facing Everything is new to me, I like what you do to me Now it's you, only you

Better Anyway - Lauren Sanderson

Good girls go to heaven, bad girls go backstage You wish we were together You live out of state I gotta go in the morning You know that I can't stay You know that I can't get close But it's prolly better anyway

Somewhere Between the Sand and Stardust - Hayley Kiyoko

I'm trying to get it, I'm gonna miss you I asked you to stay, but You couldn't wait anymore I wish I was stronger, wish I convinced you You said that it's over, couldn't continue

Stop Crying Your Heart Out - Oasis

Cause all of the stars are fading away Just try not to worry, you'll see them someday Take what you need, and be on your way And stop crying your heart out

[idk-tbh-idk]

Do you know about greek mythology?

I do!!! I used to be obsessed with The Liad and Odyssey, and everything related, but don’t ask me, cuz I’ll go batshit about it

[plumaura]

i hope that if youre sick you heal really quickly and feel better asap! 💕

thank you so much 🥺💌

[hunterwritings]

you get injured

summary: arcane characters reacting to you getting hurt

pairing(s): jinx x reader | silco x reader | viktor x reader | ekko x reader

warnings: mention of injury + blood, cursing

Jinx

when coming back from a supply run, you had an incident with the firelights and had gotten injured.

you sighed as you held your side, red staining both your shirt and your hand

you mumbled curses to yourself as you pushed open the metal door as you slowly walked into jinx's hideout

jinx was humming to herself as she was reading a magazine and blasted her music.

The second that her eyes drifted over to you, her head shot up and she dropped her magazine. "Y/n!" She said as she stood up and rushed to your side. "Wha-what happened?!" She asked frantically as she laid her hands on your injured side.

"I'm okay jinx, really." You tried to reassure her but you could see the worry in her eyes as she laid her other hand on the side of you face. "I just need to get this cleaned up, okay?" You told her as she nodded quickly.

You winced as you pressed a cotton ball with alcohol on it to your side. You sat on the couch in jinx's hideout as you cleaned up your wound. Jinx sat on the floor next to you, with her forehead pressed to her knees and her arms wrapped around her legs. She felt guilty for letting you get hurt and put the blame on herself.

"jinx, honey" you moved over on the couch to sit on the sofa behind jinx. You liad your hand on her back as she kept her head in her knees. "I should've been with you." Jinx breathed out as she held her head up by her hand. "I already told you I'm fine." You said as you kneeled down next to jinx on the floor. "None of this was your fault." You reassured her as you held her cheek in your hand and wiped her cheek with your thumb. She sniffles as she smiles at you as you pressed your forehead against hers.

"Next time I'm going with you." She states as you chuckle.

Silco

you winced as silco helped stich up your wounded shoulder. You sat on his lap while both of you were in his office.

"You have to be more careful next time, darling." He advised as he pressed harshly against your shoulder.

You chuckled as he looked sternly up at you, clearly not joking. "So I was bit clumsy, but I'm fine." You tried to reassure him with a stupid smile. Your mood quickly changed as he pulled tightly on the cord he was stiching on your wound and cuts the end of it. "Clumsy?" He says as he sets down the needle and thread. "What happens next time when you're clumsy? Hm?" He asks as he holds your face between his fingers gently.

He sighed as he let go of your face and pressed his head to the back of his chair as he stared at the ceiling. "Next time you're out you'll run and trip on your own knife." He closed his eyes with his head up. You chuckled as you moved your legs so that they were on either side of his legs. "Luckily enough for you, I'm not that much of an idiot." You joked as you finally saw a hint of a smile on his face as he opened his eyes to look at you.

He moved his hands from his lap and onto your thighs as he sighed. "I'll be more careful next time, I promise." You reassured him as he kept his gaze on you. "Good." He breathed out as he reached his hand behind your neck and pulled his head up to press his lips against yours.

Viktor

one day, you were running late for work at the academy and as you were running up a flight of stairs you had tripped and fell down a couple steps. Luckily nothing was broken but your legs were scratched up and even started bleeding a bit.

without even thinking, you had slowly walked into viktor's lab and tried to start your work.

Once viktor had saw you, he was immediately worried. "Y/n! What happened to your legs?!" He asked anxiously as he saw blood coming through your pants and he tried to quickly walk over to you. "Oh, I'm okay I just tripped." You tried to laugh it off but viktor was obviously still worried for you.

"Your legs need to be cleaned up before we do anything." He stated.

Even though you tried to protest, viktor told you to sit on the couch and roll up your pant legs and he saw multiple cuts on your legs. "All this because you didn't want to be late?" He chuckled as he prepared some medical supplies. "I guess I could've been a bit more careful." You said as he looked up at you with a smile.

You winced as he pressed alcohol to one of your cuts. "Sorry." He whispered as his eyebrows furrowed together.

He finished cleaning up your cuts by putting some bandages on your legs. "Thank you very much viktor." You smiled as you pecked him on the cheek, slowly watching his face turn red as he nervously chuckled. "Maybe next time you could walk with me, you definitely won't trip then." He said jokingly as you laughed in response.

Ekko

you were riding around on your hoverboard when patrolling for the firefights when you had a malfunction in your hoverboard and fell a couple stories onto concrete and ended up breaking your arm.

Ekko saw you and immediately flew down to be by your side. "Holy shit y/n, are you okay?" He asked, his mask making his voice sound deeper and more robotic. "Shit, it hurts. I-I think it's broken." You told him, feeling tears well up in your eyes from the pain. "You can't fly anymore, we're going to have to walk back to camp, it's not so far." He said as he helped you stand up. You kept your arm close to your body as Ekko had his arms around your body as he walked you bac to the hideout.

As you made your way back to the hideout, ekko had immediately called for a medic who told you that your arm was broken and they had to apply a cast.

You were sitting on a couch with ekko standing up and looking down at the firelights, both of you had taken your masks off to see each other. "The medic said I wouldn't be able to take this off for another 8 weeks or so." You explained as ekko hummed as he turned away. "I'm sorry I'll be out of the fight for so long." You said as he turned back around to face you. "You shouldn't be apologizing, you didn't mean to fall like that." He said. "I should've had that board checked anyway." Ekko said as his eyebrows furrowed closely together, almost feeling angry to himself.

"On the bright side-" You started, trying to change the subject. "- You get to sign my cast." You stood up and walked over to him, holding a marker that you had picked up from the table across from the couch. He scoffed as he looked down at your cast and back up at you. "You're not taking this seriously are you?" He rhetorically asked as you gave him a sly grin. "Well, what else am I supposed to do? Cry about it all the time?" You joke as he shakes his head with a smile.

He reluctantly grabs the marker from your fingers and takes off the cap. He holds onto your cast as he shakily writes his name onto your cast. "Could've been a bit neater." You joked as his scoffed at you. He laid his hand on your waist and pulled you close to him. "You're really looking for trouble today, aren't you?" He spoke with a sly grin. You chuckled as you looked into his eyes. "Well, you've gotta make light of the situation, right?" You smile as he leaned forward to press his lips against your own, smiling into the kiss.

[thevampsworld96]

Just My Type

Hey, all. I hope everyone is doing well. I have deleted the other imagines fanfic as I thought they were not good enough, so I'm rewriting them. I really want you guys to enjoy them, so I am going to try to make them more interesting.

I wrote this well it's a rewrite, but I'm thinking of adding some improvements in the future.

Sorry in advance if there are any spelling or grammar errors.

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

I wasn't planning on doing anything today. I was going to stay home, chill , but I guess my bandmeates had a different idea.

Well, after receiving a text from Tristen, I couldn't really say no to his request. He wanted to go to a where which was new somewhere in London. I am guessing things never are easy when it comes to Mr. Evans, but that's another story for another day.

Since plans were made, I realised that I needed to find something smart to wear for night. You never know who you might meet tonight.

I went into the room and was thinking about what to wear. Finally, I just found the perfect suite to wear and fixed my hair, and that was when I made my way to the bar. I met the other lads outside, and we walked into the club together.

We walked into the bar from the moment we walked in. The 4 of us were amazed to see the number of people who were here, of course, but we hardly knew them, which was great for us.

Eventually, we agreed on a table. There was a band playing, so we wanted to get the front row of the show. Well, I didn't mind. When he sat down, Tris was the first one to get the drinks in. James and Con were about something while o noticed someone different walking in

She had a red short dress on, hair had beautiful loose waves which were tied up but liad on her left shoulder. The light shimmered and danced off it. I searched to see if anyone else was around like a friend or somebody, but thankfully, she was alone.

Had trouble looking away from her, though. I had this feeling that I needed to get to know her well it was a feeling difficult to describe. I needed to be near her.needed to feel her touch but of course I needed to get to know her better.

Moments after Tris came back with the drink and noticed that I was miles away from James and Con's conversation.

"Yo B, Brad, Hey Bradley"

Con called. I heard someone calling me, but it sounded very muffled.

"Yes, yes what's up bro"?

I said, directing my attention to the boys but still watching her from the corner of my eyes.

She took a seat at the table, I hoped for her to be alone. That was the only thing rushing through my mind. I didn't want to see mw staring at her god knows what the hell she would think of me.

"Dude, you OK? You seem a bit out of it already, and we haven't even started drinking yet"

Said James while chuckling, along with Con, too. It did make me laugh, too, but nervously.

"No, I'm fine, thinking how amazing this place is. Let's drink up and get chatting shall we"? We all clashed glasses.

"Cheers"

We all chamted and took a sip of our drinks, and as I did, I watched her again. I saw her again looming around the bar. I hoped to notice me but not straight away.

"So what do you think Brad"

Asked Con. Of course, I miles away again as I watched looming around. I needed her next to me. Everything about her was just beautiful.

"Mate your not with it tonight"

Says James.

"No, I'm listening. Don't worry, carry on what are we talking about?"

Tris kept smiling, which gave me the impression he knew what was going on and who I was staring at but, of course, didn't say anything about it. I carried on staring towards her direction but made it look as if I was still as to what was going on around me. I didn't want to make it look bait. Half of my attention was on the conversation, and the other half was on the mystery girl.

After a few moments, 3 of the lads had noticed where my attention was.

"Now we know why he is distracted"

Says James and chuckles.

"Go and talk to bro"

Says Con.

"What if she doesn't like me"

I'm letting all my insecurities kick in again. I have noticed her staring at me from the distance, so then I gave her a smile and wink, but of course, in a friendly way.

"You won't know if you try mate, just go"

They convinced me, I walked to words in her direction, and she'd noticed me coming.

Once we were face to face, she told us to sit down and that when we talked and talked. I didn't want our conversations to end...

[ofgentleresolve-a]

🌺 HIBISCUS, 📎 PAPERCLIP, 💓 BEATING HEART, 💌 LOVE LETTER and 🍓 STRAWBERRY for Patrick!

give me chara development or give me death ( ft. oc emoji asks meme w/ @jeoseungsaja )

🌺 HIBISCUS - do they have any allergies?

nope! he's very lucky in that aspect ( although he would be very mindful of his loved one's allergies- for example, his friend has an allergy to peanuts? if they're going to a restaurant, he'll always check ahead of time to make sure the place has peanut-free options ).

📎 PAPERCLIP - a random fact.

along with a used copy of p*ride and p*rejudice ( which he has annotated heavily ), his other two most precious books are used copies of the i*liad and wide s*argasso sea. the former was a comfort to him during his secondary school days and the latter he was rereading for class when he met felicity. ironically, she was reading jane e*yre which is what wide s*argasso sea is based on.

💓 BEATING HEART - what gets their heart racing?

this is probably very simple but his partner like openly flirting with him or being openly romantically affectionate with him in public ( ex. kissing him in front of say his students ). he’s inadvertently made a bubble around himself and therefore it makes ppl more hesitant with being touch friendly with him...so for his partner to make a move on him? would totally leave him breathless, he might do the same in return, what can i say, i guess he likes the thrill of it all 😂

💌 LOVE LETTER was answered! i’ll do 💖 SPARKLING HEART - are they a subtle or a showy lover?

see i used to say he was completely a subtle lover, but seeing how...smooth and shameless he’s been when it comes to showing affection now, i still would say he’s subtle, but he has his moments of impulsiveness sdjkflsjdkl when he is being subtle though, it’s less about the display and more about the intention behind the act that he goes by. so for example, as a sign of trust and affection, he might give his partner his used copy of the i*liad, which might not seem like much, BUT because he’s made so many annotations there especially during secondary school, that’s his way of saying ‘i trust you and i want you to know me better so i’m giving you my copy of a book i read a lot in high school so you know about that part of my life’ 🥲

🍓 STRAWBERRY - do they eat their fruit & veg? what is their favourite fruit or vegetable?

see patrick is usually a very responsible person and therefore will eat his fruits and veggies....that being said if the vegetables are brussel sprouts pls catch him trying to hide them amongst his other foods...😂

as for his favorites though, he really likes sweet potatoes and pumpkins ( also because they can be used in desserts ) for veggies and honeydew melons for fruits!

[mischievoushiddleston]

Love is a Dagger

Plot: Spoilers Loki 1x04 (Loki x Sylvie) Sylvie manages to stop Ravonna from cutting Loki. Both escape with the TemPad, unaware of where it has led them....

Warnings: Fluff, No smut (At The Moment)

LiaD Masterlist here!

Chapter 1

"Are you okay?" Sylvie asked as she was led to the golden elevator right next to Loki. She recognized the sadness in his expression, but Sylvie couldn't tell why Loki was so down. Loki looked at her for a moment and nodded silently in response. "I'll take it from here." Said Ravonna, and the Hunters let Sylvie and Loki go. The guards stood against the wall and the elevator doors opened. ""Do you remember me?"" Sylvie asked Ravonna. "Indeed I do. What did you tell me, Variant?" She asked, bored. "What was my nexus event? Why did you bring me in?" Sylvie looked slightly behind her without moving her head. "What does it matter?" "It was enough to take the life I knew and make all this happen. Must have been important. So what was it?" "I don't remember." Sylvie could hear Ravonna's amused smile in her voice. Loki looked at Sylvie through the corner of his eye and slowly, carefully so Ravonna wouldn't see, moved his hand to Sylvie's hand and gently took it in his. He stroked the back of her hand reassuringly with his thumb. Sylvie looked at him and he smiled encouragingly at her. She entwined her fingers with his and returned his smile. A beep disturbed the silence in the elevator and Ravonna pulled her TemPad out of her pocket. Hastily she looked around and her gaze landed on their entwined hands and pulled them apart. They looked at Ravonna, who merely smiled before the elevator doors opened. She pushed Loki and Sylvie out of the elevator.

"Gracious Timekeepers, as promised, the variants." Explained Ravonna. Loki and Sylvie stepped forward and looked at each other for a moment before looking to the three figures before them. "After all your struggles, you have finally arrived before us." Said one of the timekeepers. "What do you have to say for yourselves before you meet your end, variants?" Asked the timekeeper on the left. "Is that the only reason you brought us here? To kill us? I've lost track of how many times I've been killed, so go ahead." "You and your bravado are no threat to us, Variant." "Oh, no, I don't think you do." Loki took a step forward. "I think..." He was interrupted as Ravonna put him back in his place. "I think you guys are scared." "No, Variant. You are nothing but a cosmic disappointment." Spoke one of the strange figures in front of Loki and Sylvie. "Delete them." Commanded the other timekeeper. "No, I'm not done with you yet." Said Loki and tried to leave his seat again, but was reset. The elevator doors opened and Hunter B-15 stepped out. She undid the collars of the two and they fell to the floor beside them. "For all time." She declared and threw her sword at Sylvie. "Always." She began to fight with the two Minutmens near the door. "Protect the timekeepers!" Shouted Ravonna. Loki and Sylvie stood back to back against the Minutmens and began to fight. She threw her sword to Loki as he asked for her help. After a few seconds, the two Minutmens were on the ground and Ravonna picked up one of the staffs to prune. "I'll finish the job this time." Said Ravonna confidently and they both started to fight each other. Sylvie tried to kick her but was pushed to the ground by her. She managed to reverse her position and Ravonna with a punch to her face incapacitated her. Loki walked down the stairs to her and they both turned to face the gasping timekeepers. You're a child of the time keepers too, Sylvie. We can talk. "Oh yeah?" She threw her staff and beheaded the Time Keeper in the middle. The other time keepers laughed. Sylvie picked her head up as it went down. "I'll see you soon." Said the head before it shut down completely. "Wait." Asked Loki. Sylvie turned her head around and saw the wires and cables "Wrong. Mindless androids. It never stops." Said Sylvie and they both breathed heavily. "Then who created the TVA? I thought it was." "Sylvie..." Started Loki to speak, but was quickly interrupted by Sylvie. "Please, no more pep talks." Sylvie asked him sadly. "No, I have to tell you something. We will find a solution to this." Explained Loki. "How do you know?" She asked him curiously. "Because, uh... Well, on Lamentis..." Loki began to stutter. "That's a new one for me. Um..." He gently grabbed her by her upper arms. "What, what is it?" She asked him. Loki looked at her and took a deep breath, Sylvie saw movement at his side and lightly pushed Loki aside. She kicked Ravonna in the middle of her chest and took the staff from her hands. Sylvie held the pointed end of the staff against her neck. "Finish it." Said Ravonna and it seemed that to die was a blessing for them. "No, you will tell us everything you know now." Ordered Sylvie, looking at Loki for a moment as he stood beside her. "It's all Kang." Said Ravonna, smiling sadly. The elevator door opened and Loki quickly grabbed the TemPad from Ravonna and opened it. "Sylvie we have to go. Now!" Loki declared, his gaze fixed on the elevator from which the Minutmens were rushing. Sylvie nodded and tossed the staff next to Ravonna and ran through the portal with Loki. They looked around, they were in a room and Loki looked at the TemPad where it had taken them. "Damn." Loki cursed and Sylvie looked at him questioningly. "Loki? What's going on? Where are we?" Sylvie asked him. A silver elevator door opened and a couple of Avengers stepped out of the elevator. "Welcome to Avengerstower in New York in the year 2023." he explained with a sigh.

[whatdoesshedotothem]

Tuesday 12 September 1837

7 5

12 5

fine morning used flesh brush a little minute or 2 to my back and ¼ hour at different times to the hands – my staying here this winter will be to sow the seeds of discomfort for my future life – think about it – F62° now at 8 ½ a few minutes with A- then out – about and with Joseph Mann at Listerwick pit till came home and breakfast at 10 ¾ in 20 minutes then out again – at Listerwick again before 12 – went with Joseph M- to the goit meer-clow to see about hole sinking on this side the clow down to the goit – he had begun it this morning then to the meer head – ordered the Spiggs water turning thro’ vent-pipes into the brook – not having water enough to keep the engine pit dry, determined to stop the wheel till more water comes down the brook for fear of accident to the buckets of the pumps – came home at 12 50 – sometime with Mr. Gray – then soon after 1 met JM. at the Platform and went with him to Northgate – ordered about the well sinking in the top court fixed the place – then went over the buildings with Blythe – the ill set floors re-liad – things getting on tolerably – Mark Hepworths’ carts hard at work clearing away in front of the hotel – Mr. Harper had told B- he would not be wanted at Northgate more than a month – I merely said I should be glad of it – a little while at Whitleys’ – brought home a little pamphlet on bookkeeping and ditto on domestic matters receipts etc. and 2 accounts book and [?] thing on etiquette for the ladies – returned up the old bank – had stood talking to Greenwood sometime in his wood yard on my leaving Northgate – returned up the old bank sometime at the platform talking to John Mann and to John Bottomley as I returned up the old bank – he complained that they had turned him off from the Platform job – the Manns had told me he would neither do a good DW. himself nor let the rest – home about 5 ½ - out about till about till 6 – then in my study looking over the books I had bought and wrote all the above of today till now 7 am – went into the cellar 1 port 1 now marsala – dinner at 7 ¼ - tea at 8 ½ - read the newspaper – A- came upstairs at 10 and I at 10 ½ - sat 1/2 hour with her – F49 ½° now at 11 pm – very fine day – Charnock met me as I returned home this afternoon, at the top of the bank – asked for my custom to make corves – asked if he was a blue – he said he had not voted at all but it ended in that he would vote for us the next election – enough

[link-is-a-dork]

What enemy should Tears of the Kingdom bring back that Breath of the Wild did not have?

I would like to see the spooky stuff back please? Proper Stalfos, that aren't just Skeleton [insert common enemy] with the same moveset as their living counterparts. Bring back Gibdos or ReDeads, big spiders. I missed those in BotW.

[cknightleyart]

Purple Phire Princess

Part 1

In fire there are many shades, hues, and tones. Once a pond a moment there was a princess made of the royalist of purples. She was named Phire after her father who ruled over the Flareany. One day when Princess Phire was 13 she was allowed to leave the Royal Palace on her own.

"Dearest daughter of mine be mindful that not all is fare in Flareany... Not all you meet will have your best interest at heart. Many will try to steal your light. Don't let them." Warned King Phire.

"How can one steal what is me?" Asked the Princess. "Who's out there?"

"Not all Flarens burn the same..."

"My'Light you are needed in the Skilletem." The serf said with widen eyes.

"Excuse me dearest daughter... Mind my words." The King said as he rushed to the Skilletem.

Princess Phire mind her father's warning before she left the kingdom. The Palacesgards opened the gates for her.

"When will you be coming back?" The Palacegard asked.

"Afternoon... I will be heading to Crimsunbrix

To meet a friend." Said Princess Phire. "Her name is Mesa Mora..."

"See you soon, My'Light." The Palacegrad said as she opened the castiron gates.

While Phire and Mesa walked the Boulevard of the farmers market they found a Mage doing tarot readings. A Ocean blue Flareany with silver hair came out her Witvhes booth heated. "What you mean I shall cause my own misery? I want a better future. Give back thy coin!"

"The cards had spoken! The future ain't free. You see you started the prophecy." Exclaimed the Witvh.

The boy stormed off. "Don't waste your coin on her." He told the girls.

"Come one. Come two. Let she what my cards claim for you." The Mage pointed at Phire and Mesa.

Of course they got their reading done despite the boys warning. They walked in the booth and admire the crystals dangling from the ceiling. The crystals washed over them before they sat side by side. The neon pink lights from the Witvhes deafpunk-mask characters shifted while she put the tarot in the desk-shuffler.

Phire watched the machine. The Witvh asked them to pick a type of reading off the menu. Each reading listed had an emjoi that makes her deafpunk pink. Mesa picked the 5th typed to the top. "That a reading for Romantica..." The machine handed Mesa the deck. "Pick 10 cards. You can look at them. But I suggest you don't."

Mesa laughed. She looked at each card before picking her 10. She placed the rest in the deck and handed the cards to be tempted by the Mage.

"Romantica or Love; the unlighten ones call it, is more than sexual. Transcends the physical and emotional... Your master card is the Ace of Swords." She pulled out the card with a hand emerging from a cloud holding a long sword. "You are a strong girl who will grow into a mightier woman. You will find Callers of every nation trying to romance you... However, they will not last... Now each card you picked are the lovers you will lose." She drew the other nine. "The Knight of Wishes. The Princes of Wishes. The Fool. The Joker. The Warrior. The Twin Flame. The Devil. The Mortal. And The Chibi Sun... Be careful of the Chibi Sun 'cause it's upside down."

Mesa felt the ooogies. "How do I lose them?"

"Does it matter you lost them. Just don't make that miss step thinking you found the one. The one isn't in this draw. There no card for him."

Phire felt the ooogies too. Was nervous about her turn. Since she didn't care for romance; she picked the 3rd type of reading. She loved the name Epicventura. She watched the machine shuffle. She picked 3 cards blindly. The Mage interpret them.

"Father Time. The Tower. Blooming Moonflower... Your a royalty. Real in flesh, soul and mind. I can tell by your cards you time is now... You will face new challenges past generations had not foreseen. However you will live happily enough after the wrecking." Said the Mage.

"How come her fortune is nice? All my lovers are going to die...?" Noted Mesa.

"You picked what you picked. The cards had spoken."

The friends carried on to enjoy the market buying beans till dust hit. On the way back to the Palace they came across a white cat with purple eyes being attacked buy a flock of crows. Phire scared the flock away from the white cat.

"Damn those birds... They pecked him to death. We gotta get him to the Palace." Said Princess Phire. She took the cat to the Firesages and in moments the once dead cat was living.

"Thank you for re-animating me..." Said the White cat suprising the Princess, Mesa and Firesage.

"What you can talk? How can that be" Asked the Firesage.

"Just how you learned." Replied the cat then jumped off the table onto his feet.

"You can stand?" Said Mesa.

"Well I don't know how that's so interesting. You stand every day... Now I must be going. My Major will be pissed. Which way to Sayaity?"

"Sayaity?" The Firesage said."You're from Sayaity? You're a long long way from home. Your in Flareany Palace"

"My Majors not going to like this one bit." After some further explanations they learned the cats name was Markham. He wasn't always a white cat. Do to a curse from a Warlovk in Sayaity he been turned. His Major Zir.Clarence been trying to reverse the curse but need 4 ingredients across the globe. He got issued A-shard from the liberty Bell in Decline, the blood of a vampire from Rubikity, and while he was in Rubikity going to Qiwishstone he ran into the flock of crows.

"Qiwishstone isn't that far from Flareany." Said Princess Phire. "What you need in Qiwishstone?"

"You're Father will not allow you to travel that a ways..." Said the Firesage.

"I need the feather of a Phoniex." Markham said.

" We can't just let a cat of his size travel his own. My father will understand I am of age I could it's not out of the kingdom." The Princes declared.

She asked her father when he was his sweetest. It was always after he took off his crown in his Study. Of course he didn't want his daughter to travel at-all, but he saw the fire in her eyes. That same flame he had when he was her age. If he said no he know she will do it in spite. He allowed her with the company of Mesa, The Firesage, and The Palacegard.

After the Firesmith made the party their armory they where ready to travel. Princess Phire armory was made of white gold with copper finishing. She wore cat-like claws that was made Osedon crystals that matched her booths; it kept her flame in-check.

Mesa armory was made of stainless steel. She was given two daggers that looked like a snake.

The Firesage armory was made of Rose Quarts. She was given a staff made of cherry wood with a ruby crystal; that would amplify her spell-accuraty.

The Palacesgard was made of Bismuth. Her weapon was shield with the sigil of Blue Fire with gold wings.

Markham Of'Sayaity armory was a jumper made of leather. He was also given a so thin blade it was naked to the human eye.

The met in the courtyard. After the Firesmith showed his administration for his models he told them each item work best together. "- the stone made works best in the sun. The metal made work best at night. Work as a unit and you'll do fine. And most importantly don't give my Smithin' a bad name."

"We wont." Promise Princess Phire.

The journey began in Menthol; outside Flaerity.

In Menthol the party had no trouble making there way to Newer Goldity. There they heard whispers of a bird made of fire attacking the pigs on Old Mans Jinkans farm.

"You know that Jinkans is a character. Very queer... If you ask me. Did he make bacon. Fire birds are long gone." Said the city man.

"Where is this old man Jinkans?" Markham asked.

"Which Witvh cured you? It's been years since I talked to a talking cat. Where you from? Everyone knows that Old Man Jinkans live on Old Town rd." Replied the city man.

On old town rd the party found the farmhouse of Jinkans. There liad the blacken skulls of his stock of pigs.

"No Flareany can cast such a fire. It must be the Phoenix." Mesa said in delight. "I feel sorry for the pigs tho-but you know..."

Markham was ecstatic. "Soon I'll be no more a feline. Let's see if Jinkans can tell us where it went."

"Pipe down. We can't just knock on the door of a old man demanding information. We should of thought this out." Said the Palacegaurd.

"True. He just lost his stock. Imagine how he must feel?" Princess Phire looked at the brunt farm.

"What are you doing?" Shouted a boy from the farmhouse. He ran up to them holding a hoe as a weapon. "This is private property! Not a theme park! Nothing to see here!"

Princess Phire recalled that boy from the tarot reading. His silver hair was in box-braids and he was dressed in overalls. His Ocean fire was more golden do being in a new city. His light made hers blush.

The Palaceguard shield the Princess. The boy tripped on his feet, face planting into a mug pie. The party laughed.

"Stop that's not funny..." Phire said forcing herself to stop laughing. "Are you alright?" She rushed to help.

"Perfectly fine. I don't need your pitty."

"How dare you talk to the Princess like that?" Said the Palacegard.

The boy noticed her royal fire. "I don't care if she is the Queen of Makebelieve... This is still private property. You rule over nothing here. And if you did you rule over dead pigs." Said the boy.

"We are not here to rule. We must talk to your grandfather-" Markham said.

"Old men Jinkans isn't my grandfather. He's my uncle. His name is just Jinkans. I'm Jincode. This is Jinfarms."

"I read of the Jinkin. I'm and Princess Phire daughter of King Phire and this is my party. We came to help Markham Of'Sayaity get a Phoniex feather to undo his catattitude..."

"So where is your Uncle?" Asked Mesa.

"He's away getting more pigs." Jincode explanated. He told them about the horror he witnessed on the day the Phoniex caused. "It came down like wildfire. It went east. I thought Fire birds where extinct? I thought wrong."

"They stay to themselves mostly in volcanoes. There must be one nearby." The Firesage said.

"There is no canoes to the east. That bird must be dumb... Just mountains. The Golderhills." Said Jincode.

"It must be inactived." Princess Phire said.

Jincode joined the party to seek revenge on the Phoniex. They traveled east to the Golderhills. The smell of burning bacon came from a cave. To there luck they found the Phoniex resting on top a bed of blacken skulls of pigs.

The cave was cold.

That was good for the party.

"Go get your feather so I can end it's life." Whispered Jincode to Markham.

"Jobs indeed." Said Markham. He leaped stone to stone where the resting Phoniex poached.

"That's one cool cat." Said the Palacegard.

Markham sneaked a pinch at the tail of the Fire bird. Getting the feather woke up the Phoniex and She roars. Her roar sounds like crystal cracking and embers burning. She pushed Markham away making him fall. The Firesage uses her staffs magic to catch him. The feather on the other hand was lost.

"Sugar we need another feather!" Markham said.

"No we don't it's right there!" Princess Phire said pointing at the spot. The feather was caught between a rock and a hard place. The Phoniex made the cave heat-up.

The Firesage attacked the wild beast with her magic to make it go to sleep. Each try was missed. The bird attacked them with a fireball. The Palacegard shield them all. The bird swings down to attack and Mess cut her with her snake dagger.

Unfortunately she got hit back by a blast of embers.

"Mesa!" Cried Phire. "We gotta get out of here!" The cave became too hot for even the Flareany princess. Her party left to rethink there plain.

Back at the Jinkans Farmhouse Uncle Jinkans laughed at them. "What was you thinking? It's a bird made of fire. There's no way your going to get that feather. KittyCat, get use to being a feline."

"I can't just give up. Do you know how hard it is to be a talking cat? It would be worst if I waa black." Said Markham.

"Don't fear Markham... We just need research. Do you guys have a computer with Internet?" Phire asked and Jincode showed her the house PC. It was a old model made in 2021 but Phire knew how to work it.

"Sorry for the oldness... We're not technology inclined. My grandfather grew up on this computer." Jincode said.

After serfing the world-wide-web for everything under Phoniex and Fire Bird.

Phire found out they are weakest after dust. She also learned that on the night of a new moon their fire is at its coolest.

The following day they went at dust to try for the feather. Jincode still wanted to kill the beast despite Phire telling him no one ever killed a Phoniex in the stories she researched.

He insisted that he's going to make history out of herstory. She laughed and blushed. Making Mesa feel the ooogies.

"Do they really gotta flirt? I never seen Phire like this." Mesa said.

"You sound jealous." Markham said.

"Its like I'm yesterdays news." Mesa stated.

They gone inside the cave to see the fasting Phoniex on her nest of skulls. The echo on Jincode's kicking a rock woken the Phoniex.

She roars causing the earth to shake.

"Thanks a lot Blueboy!" Mesa said drawing her daggers. "That Witvh was spot-on."

"Why bring her up." Jincode rolled his eyes.

The bird attacked with a breath of cold ash.

The Firesage blocked the attack. She spelled a rock in her control and tossed it at the beast. The beast cried as the rock hit her.

She spat green fire at the sage. The attack hit her and she fainted from the foreign flame.

The bird took flight and tossed stars at the rest of the party.

Phire added the yellow light into her. Her inner flame roared a burning berry tone. She grew inside and was able to punch the Phoniex. She got three jabs in before her power-up went out. She was drain.

Mesa blocked the starts with her daggers who ate them. They where full and grew into a two dual swords. They gave her the ability to turn invisible.

Markham hid behind a stone with Jincode from the stars. After watching Phire eat more falling stars. Jincode thought he could do the same. He let one hit him.

Feeling the light settle in him his silver hair burned Pacific blue. He felt a rush that he never felt before and his thought rushed. He started throwing fire jabs all over.

He hits Mesa making her faint. She became visible after the hit.

"Watch where you tossing those hits!" The Palacegard remarked as she dodged the stars. She used her grafuling-hook to move closer to get a feather. Next to the nest she noticed a six giant topaz egg. "Sugar Honey Ice Tea!"

The Mother Phoniex attacked her.

She fainted.

"We gotta get the Heynow-Out-of-here!" Princess Phire used the last of her flame to cast a bright light so Jincode, Markham and herself to wakeup the fallen party to evacuate.

Uncle Jinkans felt to bad to laugh at them. He gave each of them a special elixir to heal 100 percent. After they where healed fully he laughed. "-So she's a mommy. Your not getting that feather..."

"We just need to think outside the box." Princess Phire said.

"Is it really that bad being a cat?" Asked Mesa. "You can die a cat or a human. Dying a cat you might get treated better. Humanity can be messed up. Think about it... You can have a nice shoes box that coast way less than a casket."

"You might be right?" Markham the Cat said.

"Don't give up! We came this far. I am not a Quicker! We are not Quickers!" Princess Phire declared.

Her party cried.

Phire went hard at work doing more research on Phoniex. She learned of the Legend of the Queen and The Phoniex. In her study she read that by nature the bird isn't destructive by nature but brings life. The Queen in the Legend kissed the bird and let it burn her so she could become the Phoniex.

Phire found that half bizarre. "I'm not doing all that..." She said to the site. The Legend was typed in 1995 by some man named DJ Big R. Back in 95 the Humans where still leading what was Wi-Fi. So she took the story with a grain of salt.

"You need to get some sleep. Your light is dimming, girl." Mesa worried.

"Okay. I will hit the hay." Phire turned off the computer and went to sleep.

Two days later the party was ready to take on the beast. This time Princess Phire had a idea. This time they would wait for the bird to leave when the sun was rising The Phoniex left to search for stock to feed its fire. Phire knew it would need to get more food since their last encounter with her.

Once the party saw her leave the cave the rushed into the cave.

"Still want to get your revenge?" Teased Mesa.

"Shut up. Revenge is foolishness." Jincode said.

(End of part 1)

[thefranciscotts]

Ella & the farewell drinks for days

No that is not the title of some indie children’s book but the title of our last day in London. Ummmmm say what ??!??! Yup the Franciscotts are packing in their tea strainers and bickys and moving on to the land of Jason’s forefathers ... Portugal! The move to UK was only every supposed to be a stepping stone closer to Portugal and all our time spent in lockdown really made us question what we wanted in life and what type of life the kids had so once I got word that I was most likely going to be made redundant we fast forwarded our plans and hey! The kids have been doing online lessons and once we get their the government also offers lessons so soon we will be good to go in no time . More in Portugal later ... and back to our last day in London! Ella is someone Sam and I have followed for years and I hadn’t wanted to go to her restaurant without Sam but yeah, then a little thing called lockdown happened so I was lucky that Tanya spotted it had opened and we went on a mission! It didn’t really live up to my expectations (think Leafy Greens) but that may have to do with the lockdown regulations and not being able to have a harvest table or searing inside. I had the yummy Thai peanut noodle salad from one of her books which Cruz who was not hungry proceeded to finish (go figure lol) . Camden was always gonna be on the cards so we stopped for a few sneaky pints at Dingwalls which really was full circle as it’s where I went when I came to London last year before I even knew we would be moving. We then stopped off at another place closer to Tanya’s house which we didn’t stay at for too long due to covid rules of 6 at a table - which was fine as we put the kids at another table and pretended we didn’t know them but he kept coming up to us and asking us things lol. Everyone then went back to Tanya’s & Liad’s house and she made us nachos and we spent the wee hours reminiscing and just being together. We haven’t been here too long but it’s been amazing to spend time so much with all the London folk after all these - this was just a recharge of the batteries and with flights dirt cheap at £30 when you hit it we will continue in Portugal !

[curejune]

idk when/if i’ll be refining it but

three sisters have their dreams of playing co-op together come true

first is overcooked 2, i’m a glorious eagle, sugar is a fancy walrus, sunlight is a black kitten and together we struggle to make all the meals we’ve been asked for in various hazardous environments, the least difficult of which so far was the black hole

second is Lovers in a Dangerous Spacetime, where we are members of the spec-ops group Lovers and are saving the universe from the Anti-Love Toxin; i’m on shield duty, sunlight’s our driver and sugar is busy trying to kill’em all

LiaDS is absolutely brilliant btw, i definitely recommend

[religionistanbul]

Common people in any mediaeval sense

The church does not oppose their enterprises for the good of the common people in any mediaeval sense. But it cannot sympathize with them. It is a drag on progress and never by any chance a stimulating force. The consequence of this contrast between the dull self-complacency of the mass of the clergy and the vigour of the progressive layman is what might be expected. The priests have been weighed and found wanting. The disparagement which they earn for themselves, falls also upon the religion which they teach. It is a foregone conclusion that the younger generation of educated men have religion in the sense of respect for a national institution, or in the sense of satisfying claims of propriety set forth by the women. Possibly they may not themselves become moral degenerates. But it should be noted here that such young men never by any chance feel responsibility for improving the morals of those who are degenerate.

But the skepticism thus cultivated does not mean that the Eastern Christians are necessarily without feeling in the religious sense. There could be no more telling exhibit of the response made by the heart to unexpected spiritual impulses than a statement of the writer above quoted in one of the Armenian secular papers of the city. He said that he went into one of the Protestant chapels in Constantinople and found it full of Armenians although the Armenian church stood empty and craving worshippers but a short distance away. “ The reason is,” he said, “that the preacher in the Protestant chapel offers the people the simple Gospel, expounds and applies it powerfully, and supports his teaching by a blameless life open to the eyes of the whole community. When he speaks he both feeds the hearts and convinces the minds of his hearers. Let there be preaching of this class in the Armenian churches! Only when this is done will the empty churches and the equally empty hearts of the people be filled city tours istanbul.”

Eastern Christian

The question is often asked by our own people whether the moral standards of the Eastern Christian are not really below those of his Mohammedan neighbour. It is frequently asserted that in honesty and truthfulness the Mohammedan is far above the Christian of the Eastern rite. A desert produces sombrehued, thickleaved, thorny plants, whether it is in America or in Arabia. If self-interest is understood to imply

dishonesty, the lie which it evolves is of the same quality the world around. For men who lack the purpose of placing God above self in questions of aim and conduct will be’ found to be very much the same whether Eastern or Western Christians, Buddhists, or Mohammedans. They are to be liad for a price, and the only question is as to the stiffness of the price. One meets Mohammedans in Constantinople who are more noble than some Greeks and Armenians. One there encounters Greeks and Armenians more trusty than some Mohammedans.

In commercial houses of the city the porters are often Armenian peasants from the Eastern provinces. These porters come to Constantinople and serve five years or so for $12 or $15 per month. Out of this pittance they feed and clothe themselves, and at the end of the time they expect to take home $500 or $600. These dark-skinned, bagtrowsered Armenian porters are daily sent to collect or deposit funds for their employers. Many times it happens that the porter has in his hands a sum exceeding all that he will lay up in his five years of toil. Yet his betrayal of the trust re-posed in him is almost unknown.

[travelistanbul]

Common people in any mediaeval sense

The church does not oppose their enterprises for the good of the common people in any mediaeval sense. But it cannot sympathize with them. It is a drag on progress and never by any chance a stimulating force. The consequence of this contrast between the dull self-complacency of the mass of the clergy and the vigour of the progressive layman is what might be expected. The priests have been weighed and found wanting. The disparagement which they earn for themselves, falls also upon the religion which they teach. It is a foregone conclusion that the younger generation of educated men have religion in the sense of respect for a national institution, or in the sense of satisfying claims of propriety set forth by the women. Possibly they may not themselves become moral degenerates. But it should be noted here that such young men never by any chance feel responsibility for improving the morals of those who are degenerate.

But the skepticism thus cultivated does not mean that the Eastern Christians are necessarily without feeling in the religious sense. There could be no more telling exhibit of the response made by the heart to unexpected spiritual impulses than a statement of the writer above quoted in one of the Armenian secular papers of the city. He said that he went into one of the Protestant chapels in Constantinople and found it full of Armenians although the Armenian church stood empty and craving worshippers but a short distance away. “ The reason is,” he said, “that the preacher in the Protestant chapel offers the people the simple Gospel, expounds and applies it powerfully, and supports his teaching by a blameless life open to the eyes of the whole community. When he speaks he both feeds the hearts and convinces the minds of his hearers. Let there be preaching of this class in the Armenian churches! Only when this is done will the empty churches and the equally empty hearts of the people be filled city tours istanbul.”

Eastern Christian

The question is often asked by our own people whether the moral standards of the Eastern Christian are not really below those of his Mohammedan neighbour. It is frequently asserted that in honesty and truthfulness the Mohammedan is far above the Christian of the Eastern rite. A desert produces sombrehued, thickleaved, thorny plants, whether it is in America or in Arabia. If self-interest is understood to imply

dishonesty, the lie which it evolves is of the same quality the world around. For men who lack the purpose of placing God above self in questions of aim and conduct will be’ found to be very much the same whether Eastern or Western Christians, Buddhists, or Mohammedans. They are to be liad for a price, and the only question is as to the stiffness of the price. One meets Mohammedans in Constantinople who are more noble than some Greeks and Armenians. One there encounters Greeks and Armenians more trusty than some Mohammedans.

In commercial houses of the city the porters are often Armenian peasants from the Eastern provinces. These porters come to Constantinople and serve five years or so for $12 or $15 per month. Out of this pittance they feed and clothe themselves, and at the end of the time they expect to take home $500 or $600. These dark-skinned, bagtrowsered Armenian porters are daily sent to collect or deposit funds for their employers. Many times it happens that the porter has in his hands a sum exceeding all that he will lay up in his five years of toil. Yet his betrayal of the trust re-posed in him is almost unknown.