#light the way

[bugmuncherr]

I can't stop making new ocs

[shelovesskiez]

"Some people only glow because they're looking for light."

© Shelovesskiez

[nightmaretherabbit]

Light The Way

(An Original FNaF Princess Quest Song)

Reblogging Appreciated 👍

[firebirdeternal]

over on the bird site two lovely people (Red and Boreal) have brought up the recent transphobic harassment of voice actor Sena Bryer over her role in the latest FFXIV expansion by asking people to make donations to Trans Lifeline with pictures of their Warrior of Light and the tags #LightTheWay and #FFXIV

I don't have a lot of reach or friends over on that site but I have a little here so I thought I'd cross-post my contribution.

Every community, no matter how good, is going to have it's share of bigots and assholes.

But we don't have to let their voices be louder than ours.

[thedesertdove]

[mareenavee]

Light The Way

Happy birthday, @thana-topsy <3 Neloth rambles, so I let him. Enjoy your Morrowfic :3

Light the Way

--- Please check the AO3 tags on this one. ---

“This is the most absurd thing I’ve ever heard,” Neloth said. “Though I should hardly be surprised, considering it’s you.”

Teldryn Sero, fool that he was, had the nerve to sigh. Dramatically. He did rather have a flair for that. All things considered, Neloth doubted he’d act any other way, what with the Nerevarine nonsense hanging over his head. An inflated sense of self is all it amounted to, really. And if Neloth knew anything, it was how to deflect that, much to Sero’s chagrin.

“We’ve been over this, Neloth,” Sero said, scrubbing a hand over his face in exasperation. He had a new scar—a raised scratch that cut counter to the tattoos that spiraled down his face. He’d said it was a cliff racer attack. Neloth rather doubted it. “My way is more effective. Blatant murder over on the Peninsula isn’t going to win you any points with the Council. It’ll turn into a House War before you have a chance to cackle.” Sero shook his head and began to pace the room while cracking his knuckles—an annoying habit made worse by the hollow clunk of his chitin armor. Neloth grit his teeth against the urge to yell at him over the unnecessary noise and drama. “Besides, I am…they won’t let me leave Vvardenfell anytime soon. And what are you really going to do over there by yourself?”

“House Dres needs to be put in their place, and I need to regain favor after…well. You know.” He was relatively safe here in Sadrith Mora, but they’d sent the Morag Tong after him a handful of times in the recent past. Shame, that. A waste of good fighters. Neloth fidgeted with a soul gem on his bookshelf until it stood just right to refract the sun filtering in through his window. It acted like a prism and washed the floor with shifting multicolored light. For a fleeting second, the pristine order of the moment brought him peace. “There’s things you’ll never have to worry about at your rank. Or even as Hortator, if you do choose to go be whatever it is the Empire insists you’ve got to be.”

Sero’s face twisted through several emotions before it settled back into the familiar, frustrated scowl he always wore. “The Empire can go f—”

“ —yes, yes, we know your sentiment. Spare me the histrionics, if you don’t mind,” Neloth interrupted with a flap of his hand, “because we do rather have things to accomplish today if we aren’t simply going to wreak havoc on the Mainland as I’d intended.”

“You know, we will have to discuss that topic again later,” Sero drawled, scratching the back of his neck. “As much as I don’t want to. For now, though, you’re right.” He huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. “Hortator. It’s madness.”

“I told you, you’re going to have to talk to Dratha first.”

“Neloth, she hates me. And you. And everyone, I think.”

“How on Nirn could anyone hate you, oh great Nerevarine,” Neloth droned dismissively. Sero shot him a glare and threw up his hands in disbelief. He muttered to himself in Dunmeris as he leaned against a far bookshelf, fiddling with some Dwemer gear or another Divayth Fyr had brought over the last time he’d deigned to visit Tel Naga.

Neloth grinned at his own minor victory and glanced over at the distracted Nerevarine, caught in the glare from the soul gem. His frown was etched into his face. Gods only knew the weight of all he was responsible lately was heavy enough to merit the dismay. Nobody seemed quite as capable of being so sullen over something as ridiculous as the entire Nerevarine situation. Well, perhaps now that it wasn’t quite a rumor anymore, it carried more weight. If any of this was real—though Neloth still had his doubts—it was a responsibility that came with expectations even Neloth would be remiss to shrug off in favor of this abolitionist nonsense. 

He knew Sero was procrastinating. Neloth had called him on it earlier, though the comment had been deflected. Regardless, like anything worth having, he’d eventually have little choice but to take the title. Or—Sero being Sero—convince himself he’d already earned it. The utter chivalry of the entire situation got exhausting after a while. What had happened to the slovenly bandit with a chip on his shoulder? Neloth could have sworn it hadn’t been that long—months, if that—since he’d first arrived looking for, of all things, employment. It was a valid path for a reformed criminal. But a bandit with a boyish face he’d still been, nevertheless. Apparently, prophecy and legacy did a number on one’s priorities.

Though, come to think of it, Sero had never really been the type who allowed himself to be pointed in a direction and told to stab. He’d always been too clever for whatever he’d believed about himself all those years before. Not that Neloth would be caught dead telling the fool that, though.

Neloth shuddered at the implications of admitting any kind of respect for a non-mage, first of all, and an otherwise nameless urchin besides. Imagine. The Council would be in hysterics, and the ruse would be dropped, and every ounce of power he’d clawed back to himself would evaporate in the blink of an eye. No. Securing a seat on the Grand Council was imperative if he wanted to keep his status. One did not simply earn a seat the same as individual House Councils: one had to make connections—or honestly, more likely lie or commission writs to clear a spot. No. There had to be concrete proof of concept. What, exactly, could one do as a Grand Councilor that would advance the House’s position as a whole? -> Read the Rest on AO3

[rainstormies]

masterlists

light the way - game of thrones (alina hightower)

heir of fire - game of thrones (serena reyne)

[mintbotmayhem]

Light The Way Spoilers for Chapters 1-42. (Book 1 and the first two chapters of Book 2)

This just in!!! Small overpowered child mourns his wife, more at 11

Light The Way is by Bronzed_Garbage on Ao3! It’s a Destiny and My Hero crossover, check it out!! Make sure to check the tags though! I have zero prior knowledge of Destiny so it’s been a perplexing but fascinating read for me so far haha

I’m not done reading yet! I’m only on chapter 70 but if Zhevrel dies for real I’m gonna cry

[bugmuncherr]

oooooouuu🌀🌀 you want to kiss me sooo bad 🌀🌀🌀

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[monstermonger]

Happy spooky season from your friendly neighborhood fire-lizard :D

[moochilatv]

Tommy Loude presents: Light The Way

Amazing progressive house song. The vocals are on point.

Discover the vibrant world of progressive house with my latest track LIGHT THE WAY! At 128 BPM, this song features a rich female vocal line that captivates from start to finish. The main motif, a beautiful vocal melody, is perfectly complemented by a deep, analog bass line crafted on the Moog Subsequent 37.

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Adding to the track's dynamic energy is an intricate and engaging percussion line with a shifting groove. Dive into a sonic journey where lush vocals meet analog warmth and rhythmic complexity.

Tommy Loude is an electronic music producer from Poland. Known for his unique style and sound has been supported by CEO Chill Executive Officer Maykel Piron, Chicane (Sun:Sets vol. 348), was included on Spotify Official, Anjunabeats, Colorize, Future House Music, Sirup Music, Soave Records, Monstercat, UOAK, and in other curated playlists.

Tommy has releases on ARMADA MUSIC, SEKORA MUSIC, and other Record Labels. Driven by analog synthesizers, powerful melodic lines, and chord progressions, Tommy produces unique blends of deep house, progressive house, and melodic house.