#light for our path

[magicshop]

his smile could cure the world ♡ [for @morshiberna ♡]

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[wikagirl]

Okay I have an idea for the german operators so hear me out.

In germany it is common practice that primary school kids have to get a bicycle license, its not a real license that is worth anything but it is a 1-2 week long course in primary school where they are taught traffic rules as a pedestrian and cyclist. (is is prolly different from school to school tho, just going off of the common experience of my friends and I)

For these courses they usually go to practice fields which are usually intended for drivers-license trainees to practice on without a teacher present.

The courses are usually overseen by the teachers, at least one police officer and a bunch of police academy students.

Now enjoy the mental image of younger police academy students IQ, Blitz, Bandit (+his twin brother) and Jäger having to deal with a haggle of 8 year olds.

Jäger squatting on the floor next to a bike, explaining the mechanisms and how to fix it yourself if the chain pops off while the kids are sitting on the floor around him.

Bandit cheering "let 'em fight!" while his twin brother has to pull two kids apart so they‘ll stop fighting over who cut off who at the crossection.

IQ in front of a big ol board with all the street signs and different road markings, explaining what they mean.

Blitz being swarmed by a bunch of way too interested kids because asking the nice policeman about police-stuff is much more interesting than listening to what ever it is the teachers actually dragged them there for.

[yinyuedijun]

so sorry if this is a stupid question but like... how do u age up characters, not like literally but like in a writing sence (cause ur suo fics were honestly amazing)

this isn't a stupid question at all, it's actually something I struggle a lot with LOL and I'm glad to hear that you liked how I handled it in my suo fics - thank you for reading 🥺!

here are the approaches I take to generally ageing people up:

think about their canon characterization - not just their traits and habits, but also their motivations/values and where their character arc is heading

think about what kind of path they'd be heading toward as an adulthood (in material, mundane terms - university, type of work, relationships, major life events, etc). sometimes the series will give you careers they're heading towards, but wherever that's not the case, I usually like to stick to very realistic career paths because it grounds them into a realistic kind of adult context that we would be able to relate to. if they're getting into some kind of exceptional career (like, for instance, yakuza membership lol, but even if I kept them in delinquent groups like shishitoren or roppo-ichiza), then I usually go out of my way to justify it.

now this is the tricky part - think about how the events of their adulthood would affect their motivations/values, traits, habits, and larger character arc. the motivations/values and character arc pieces are very important, because it basically defines the adult characterization. (that's why so much of the suo fic revolves around his master and the effect of losing him, and what it does to his values and character arc!)

I also like to think about how other, normal adults would perceive this new aged-up version of them - the typical salaryman, the typical convenience store worker, etc. I find it helps recontextualize the character away from the canon setting and toward a more realistic, adult context. this is mostly so I'm not viewing the character through rose coloured glasses as I'm writing them lol (eg, someone who may be charming to us because of our attachment to them in canon might in fact be a neurotic loser to the average well-adjusted adult).

sorry I yapped so much rip - hopefully this helps!!!!

[yoihino]

The infantilation of goofy/dumb characters is real and I hate it

[viktorszoo]

Viktor's Zoo MK 2: Progress Log - Entry 5

BEHOLD THE GLORIOUS LIGHT

The Herald hath surely blessed our paths 🙏

[talesofourworlds]

@valiantxunion continued from here!

Yes, a real break. Between running from enforcers on a near regular basis, having to deal with people who were less than willing to accept them as transgressors, and everything else, the former knight found himself exhausted. That wasn't even including how he felt like he was constantly the butt of everyone's jokes among his companions. He wasn't too sure if Kanata would feel much sympathy for that last sentiment, though. So he kept his mouth shut and listened to the blond.

It didn't help, he supposed, that he insisted on having someone keep watch during the night. The task seemed to fall to him a lot recently. It wasn't something he fully trusted Vicious in particular with, if nothing else. The others could be hit or miss. Kanata's anecdote about the other day did cement the point a little further.

"I did wonder what Yuna was doing," he admitted. He'd thought it was odd that she kept trying to stick things in Kanata's mouth. Now he understood it better. "But you see my point, Kanata? Even you're exhausted! We can't hope to keep on like this." What could they do about this situation, though? It wasn't as though one good night's sleep would erase the general exhaustion of the day to day they dealt with.

"I fear it won't be so easily remedied with a simple stay in an inn," he said. It was a nice idea to stay in an inn, there was no mistaking. The problem was that they didn't know where really would be safe anymore. It wasn't like they were unknown people.

"If we could just find somewhere to rest without worrying about people turning against us..." he mused. But there was no place like that. The closest would have been the Nation of Sin, and that was long since ruined because Makina had laid waste to it. He heaved a sigh.

"I apologize, Kanata. You didn't ask for me to dump all my troubles on you," he said. "I do appreciate your offer. Truly, I do. I suppose all of what we've been through has just been getting to me more recently."

[eleanor-found-footage]

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[bayofwolves]

Remember when Heart of the Land was announced and all we knew about it was that there would be three new characters -- Sora, Jean-Luc and Ngozi -- and we thought they were replacing the Four as protagonists? Honestly, if they went that route, it might have been better than whatever arc three was.

[hearts4pearlescentmoon]

does anyone have pictures of the aurora borealis from tonight? It’s super cloudy where I am and I wasn’t able to see them yesterday or today

[mlm-blues]

the armpit hair

[welcome2khaos]

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111 ~ may the paths unfold. blessings on the way

[thebeccagramchronicles]

transitioning from Christmas to winter. It's easy. Use light.

Winter is long in Michigan, with little light, and dark days. After I took my Christmas decorating down, I looked around and realized how bare everything looked. So what to do? Snowflakes! That’s it. I’ll add some snowflakes. I focused mostly on my dining room table. It was simple, but I think it works. What do you think? We all need some sparkle now and then. Right? I do have a longer post…

[neredoesnotfail]

❛ oh, look at you, an attempt at greatness! pity it’s just an attempt.  ❜ // @spiderwarden

In an instant, he has spun about on his heel to face her, uncaring if any of their companions might see as the quiet, indignant rage of centuries at last reaches its ignition point.

Drawn up to his full height, he towers over the smaller drow.

His height and frame—so unnatural to the drow race—had served him well in the Underdark. That coupled with his skill and strength had made him difficult to oppose and even more difficult to kill among other males. It had continued to keep him alive even after he had been sold to settle his matriarch's debt and forced to fight in those gladiatorial matches put on for the matriarchs and their female spawn for sport.

Drow females were the ones who taught him to bow his head and to make himself small and to avert his eyes from them lest they decide that he needs reminding of his place.

Drow females who made it clear that he was a plaything for their mercurial whims, a tool towards their egomaniacal ends, and a weapon to wield and to point in whatever direction they so chose.

Drow females for whom he fought against other drow and all manner of other creatures simply for the right to keep his life, that they might be entertained.

Drow females who looked upon him and spoke to him just as this one does now.

Shoulders squared back and every muscle tensed and ready for the potential consequences to the retort already loaded on the tip of his tongue, he rather pointedly lowers himself that he might meet her eye to eye.

"We stand no longer in Menzoberranzan, Baenre, nor in any other place where I need tolerate you speaking to me in such a manner," he all but hisses, teeth nearly bared and pulse already pounding in his ears.

[ This is not done. It simply is not done. Centuries of living in the dark of that city scream at him to cease this, but he will not listen now, no matter how well he knows the danger of it. He is a slave no longer. ]

"You hold no power over me. We are both of us in equal standing now: forsaken."

[furiousfinnstan]

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[christisilluminati]

A Call to Healing: The Word of Christ

This poem explores the struggle between darkness and redemption found within us through Christ. It begins by depicting a "single spirit" that embodies despair and sin, weaving through lives and igniting violence and turmoil. Amidst this chaos, the voice of Christ emerges as a beacon of hope, offering healing and the promise of redemption.

In the quiet depths of a hollowed heart, Where echoes of despair and shadows start, A single spirit roams, a specter of fate, Weaving through lives, a concealed darkness waits.

Born from the chaos of the earth, It whispers in silence, a murmur of coal, A flicker of violence, a breath of sin, The complex tapestry woven within.

In alleys forgotten, where shadows conspire, This spirit ignites an unquenchable fire, The rage of the voiceless, the cries of the meek, Mankind reflects it, the strong and the weak.

Beneath the surface, in each twisted lie, It dances through dreams, where the innocent die, With every decision, a choice to be made, The line between mercy and violence displayed.

Ode to the murders, the sins unconfessed, To the wars that were waged, to the souls dispossessed, Each drop of blood spilled stands as a testament, To the spirit of sin that whispers in every man's ear.

Yet amidst this turmoil, a voice breaks the night, The audible Word, a beacon of light, With power to shatter the chains of despair, A whisper of healing, a promise laid bare.

It echoes in the tabernacle, roaring through the night, A balm for the broken, a truth that defies, The weight of our burdens, the darkness we bear, The Word of Christ beckons, "Come, cast off your cares."

In the grip of temptation, we falter and fall, This viper bites us all, Yet the voice of redemption cuts through the venom, A reminder that love can conquer sin.

With the sound of Christs calling, the stillness gives way, To hope like a river that washes away, The scars of our past, the guilt we disguise, In the love of the Savior, our spirits can rise.

Oh, the stories we tell, of heroes and foes, Each tale a reflection of the spirit that grows, But the greatest of stories is woven in grace, In the heart of the One who showed us Christs place.

For violence breeds violence, and sin begets sin, Yet the audible Word can draw us within, Transforming our hearts, renewing our sight, Illuminating the path from darkness to light.

In the grip of despair, when our voices grow weak, The whispers of Christ, we find what we seek, A touch of forgiveness, a glimmer of hope, In the shadows of sorrow, we learn how to cope.

The temptress, the false god who lies, With promises gilded, he leads us to the grave, But the voice of the Savior speaks louder and clear, Inviting the weary to draw ever near.

For within this great struggle, a lesson unfolds: That love can triumph where the spirit once scolds, And the power of Christ, like a sword in the fray, Can vanquish the darkness, turning night into day.

So let us awaken to the truth of our plight, Embrace the complexity, the shadow, the light, For even in struggle, there’s a chance to be free, A recognition of Christ spirit, and who we can be.

Let us rise from the ashes, let us break every chain, A spirit of God, a union of pain, For in our collective, we’re bound to reflect, The beauty of life, the essence of respect.

The shadowed spirit walks, seeking control, For each heart has the power, each mind has the goal, To rise above violence, to shun the Vipers deceit, To find in the struggle, our journey complete.

And so, with each promise that Christ speaks aloud, We gather our courage, our heads unbowed, His Word is the light that dispels every fear, A melody soothing, whispering, “I’m here.”

For in the end, we are not shadows, we are the light, A single spirit binding, through day and through night, In the heart of humanity, where love will prevail, We rise from the ashes, becoming veiled.

So let this journey continue, with hearts open wide, For the audible Word is our anchor, our guide, In the depths of our struggles, in moments of strife, We find in His voice the true essence of life.

And thus, may we carry this truth as we tread, The spirit of Christ, a beacon ahead, In the shadows of chaos, in the weight of our sin, We hear Him calling us home, let the healing begin.

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