#lightning flight my beloved

[palaeophis-fr]

Dragon a Day 2023, Day 19- A dragon with a cool skin(Atomic Bonding by crowvidae)

Sornieth may canonically have 1920s level of technology but that will not stop me from making cyberpunk dragons

[nik-rising]

Wind Rep bio code for Flight Rising. Find here. Live preview.

[sakkiichi]

AUGUST.

Glimpses of the departed month go by as you reminisce by the sea.

ft. Kaedehara Kazuha x gn! reader.

cw/genre: fluff, romance.

I honestly don’t know how to feel about this piece… definitely not my best work, but I wrote it, so I’m posting it. I hope someone still likes it.

if you enjoy this, reblogs and comments help more than likes !

Blue.

Said alone, the word might have had a tendency for melancholy, cold, turbulence.

However, if anyone were to ask you right now, you’d deny every negative connotation the color might have ever been related to.

Because to you, blue was dusks by the sea; moments right after the last coppery rays had hidden behind the expanse of an ocean you could only wish to unveil all secrets of.

And perhaps, you liked this moment of day because the infinity of blue before you mirrored the feelings in your heart at ease.

Feelings of unbridled affection, boundless love.

For him.

Fair hair falls over his shoulders, like silk weaved out of stars, its tips illusory rose with the fading daylight. His eyes are closed against the marine breeze, flecks of moondust clinging to his lids, casting enchanting shadows over his cheeks. His shirt has been discarded, droplets sliding down his bare torso, as if he had bathed in a pool of starlight. A black leather cord rests against his tempting collarbones, a vibrant scarlet maple leaf charm dangling tantalizingly over his chest.

A dreamy sigh escapes your lips, mingling with the sounds of foamy waves lapping at the white sand.

Kazuha.

He was always nothing short of ethereal, but something about him in the dimming light of a late summer’s nightfall, felt inherently magical.

“I’m going to miss this, Kazuha.” You finally say, resting your chin on your boyfriend’s shoulder.

He gently leaves a kiss to your forehead, his hand finding yours over the towel you’re sitting on. Scars jut like jagged rocks against which waves break, in the same way lightning snuffed out a life dear to him all that time ago.

And yet, the smile on his lips is almost palpable when he says:

“We’ll be able to come back, my dove.” His thumb runs soothing circles over the back of your hand. “Before we realize, summer will greet us again.”

You chuckle. Kazuha had such a poetic way of approaching things; even when the sun went pitch black, he would forever remain a beacon of hope to you.

“I know, I know…” You clarify. “It’s just… I wish I had more free time to spend with you like this during the year…”

As much as autumn brought found memories and your beloved’s birthday, September always had a tendency to leave you yearning for the long days of summer.

Echoes of August replayed behind your eyelids every time you closed them, reminiscent of stolen instances held in the brief minutes in which the sky was dyed in shades of neither day or night.

Those eyes that held the suns of a million dawns focus on you. Starlight from constellations that will sleep soon seem to frame them, those long lashes fluttering in tune with your heart.

“I know, my angel…” Your lover utters, as he delicately tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’d like to stay with you like this, for all eternity…” His stare of gentle embers takes you in.

His muse, his perfect love, his forever.

The samurai’s free hand reaches to cup your cheek, his touch, a dove’s first flight in its tenderness.

Beneath the darkening skies, you were the brightest star. Every lash, every pore and freckle, the everglow that fueled his verses.

“But we’ll always have the weekends,” He reassures, those fingers that penned the most romantic eulogies tracing your jawline, the column of your neck, your exposed collarbones.

Dilated pupils stare at his lips, images of kisses coated in ice cream and cocktails flashing through your dazed mind.

“And every summer after that.” The poet adds, noses mere millimeters away now, separated only by salt air and dying sunlight’s rust.

“Every summer.” You repeat.

Then, the magnetic force of both your desire-ridden lips reigns over, his kiss, an intoxicating collision.

Your hands lock behind Kazuha’s neck, pulling him closer. The droplets of sea water on him feel cool, flecks of stardust tattooing your skin in every place your bodies touch.

The wandering samurai’s lips are an expanding sunrise, and you, the tsunami that desperately reaches for his light-tinted heavens.

One of his hands sets on the soft sand, keeping him upright, while his scarred one tenderly cups your cheek. Your lean against him is soothing, healing, clear August skies, birdsong written in between retreating clouds.

Behind the undulating horizon, gold dyes silver.

Constellations begin to waltz far above, the lovers by the sea, their directing lyrics.

It’s a symphony about a season that will never die, its score inscribed in indelible blue ink in the heat of yours and Kazuha’s fervent kisses.

[kingdoms-and-empires]

Kingdoms and Empires Wiki Drop!

Sup guys, im releasing what i have done in the wiki today! In this post im only going to talk about the Wiki because I dont want to create an even more massive wall of text here than it already is. Please see the entire post on the forums thread!!! I solidified the lore (which means no more massive changes), set the foundations to the story (so i dont end up writing a shit ton and having to fucking rewrite everything anymore), and pretty much rewrote the canon lore until i reached a point where i literally cannot share it because itd be spoilers without the future rewrite (regarding the worldbuilding, all introduced characters and such are still the same, some just had minor tweeks, so nothing crazy like changing our old bodyguard Mary:

and turning her into our childhood friend lmao So the plan now is current wiki drop. A good amount of it will be hidden since alot of it is spoilers, so you get 39,174 thousand words of unlocked content out of about 50k words in the wiki. And that's without me transferring 90% of the Codex ingame to the wiki, so its ALL (okay like 85%) new words of content and lore! Dont worry, im dropping literally all extra work and focusing purely on playable updates now until i regain your guy's trust in me after being so radio silent.

I also know and recognize that this has gotta be annoying asf since what you guys really want is updates but after what happened with the Total War franchise (my beloved) and their lightning fast content pipeline and lack of upgrading their engine ended up destroying the health of the company and ruining fans trust in em, id rather invest on the long term than short term unlike them (meaning id rather have a set story, narrative line complete, and research resources so that i can use that to run wild in writing).

I made a history of the world as known to them, so much of it is subject to embellishment, lies, and "the victor writes history" trope.

Historia Mundis

If you'd rather just have the list of articles that can be found within the timeline though, here it is: The Great Disturbances, Wars of Unification, and the Longwei Empire

Reign of the Daishu Dynasty

Ecumenical Dominion and the Flight of the Belthean People.

Belthean Migrations

Reign of Emperor Garland

Reign of Emperor Daerin I

Reign of Emperor Valerion

Reign of Emperor Elric I

Reign of Emperor Cenric

Reign of Emperor Saldwin

Reign of Emperor Elric II

Reign of Emperor Daerin II

The Interactive Outdated Map Yeahhh almost as soon as i published the map for the patreons it became outdated lmaoooo Nareth is much bigger than originally imagined, Argent is surrounded by mountain and forest tribes (think Hispania’s Lusitanian Wars or the Germanic Tribes type of vibe). The empire (being Imperial Chinese and Persian Empire inspired) also is surrounded by the these tribes, and the Imperial Province of Lymark is now the “Protectorate of the Western Regions” which basically means theyre the watchdogs of Western Nareth. Its funny because theyre also across the St. Hytera River, which is much like the Danube River, and will inevitably face the same issues Rome did with Dacia when they had a presence that extended the natural borders.

Master List of Articles

The Evolution of Belthean Civilization

Veldora Duchy I may have gone too far here. I regret nothing and learning about agriculture and stuff was awesome.

Silverhill Duchy Mining is alot more complicated than I thought, though Engineering MC is gonna have equally alot to improve!

Imperial Ranks The ranks will have importance. I know that sounds weird, but I did not spend an afternoon writing this just for the lulz.

Emperor/Empress

Imperial Crown Heir

Imperial Prince and Princess

Imperial Duke/Duchess

Imperial Count/Countess

The Imperial Landed Knight

The Belthean Empire The biggest entry from the ingame Codex that I transferred over and polished. This should give you a hint of how ill do the other kingdoms in the future for their article.

Kin of Arava I experimented here and instead of making an actual article, made it a class lecture of a series of days focusing on the Kin with a racist professor lmao

Zera Arava So i had to do this in intervals as I was writing and plotting out his side stories. Honestly hope i did the homie justice, he's a fav of mine, though i think each of the ROs will be favs as I write more and more about them.

Sacred Dance I assure you the Sacred Dance isnt what you think it is.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Patreons, you guys already read the below list. However ive cleaned the articles up and polished them! The Genesis of the Belthean Empire: From Invasion to Unification

Voryn Resdayn I wanted to see how i could make a character entry. It looks awesome, but holy fuck do they take time to create lmaooo, ill make the rest of them in the future.

Kin of Arava

Eastern Kin The descendants of Kin and Beltheans who mixed, that are settled within the empire.

House Resdayn Wanted to see how I could do the houses, still unsure (okay i dont like it) of how it came out. Hence why I started with a minor house that one of the RO's belonged to.

The Astute Emperor and the Imperial Provincial Rule: A Revolutionary Shift in Governance

Master-Scholars of Jelaytha The Jelaythan organization of scholars that Master Feren is from.

Post-Unification Transformations in the Belthean Empire: Trade, Economy, Industry, and Immigration in the Wake of Conquest

Imperial Historians Obviously the imperial faction that wants to get their hands on tutoring you lmao.

Universitas Magistrorum et Scholarium The Jelaythan/Imperial organization at the forefront of the intellectual international community.

Tripartite Alliance Read what the empire is teaching their citizens about how they conquered the alliance.

The Satrap System and Imperial Provincial Rule

The Great Racist of the Academy: Imperial Historian Acillus Cinna

The Sword Saint

Master-Scholar Kaleb

The Gleaming Horizon: Silverhill's Maritime Supremacy The book of a writer who we'll meet ingame. Youll decide whether or not to bully him as a 12 year old lmao.

Baniel Worthton The author of above said book. He even wrote about himself. Yes, it's supposed to be an ick.

The Ulrich Cothon The second book of his that'll feature in the game.

So…I guess in basketball or futbol terms… rebuilding phase is over, and i got all the players i need for a championship run!

It was an almost year long rebuilding phase, true, but omg it was so needed.

Plus I also learned alot of fucking coding at the same time lmao. Basically a lot of tweaking around with Choicescript and knowing how to code some actions. Also there's CoG implementing a new checkpoint system so thank fuck for that because this game's gonna be huge and id hate to play it without a save system.

[skyfallscotland]

you have given us the beloved coffee shop au so therefore i am humbly asking for the tattoo artist au 🙏🙏

Oh nonnie, consider it on the (ever expanding) list 😉

"You want...that...as a first tattoo?" His brows crease as looks down at her, amusement clear on his face. "And?" She asks dangerously, planting her hands on her hips. She glares up at him, all five foot nothing of her, with an intensity that makes him think she just might be serious. "It's half the size of you." She raises an eyebrow with a saccharine smile. "Size doesn't matter to women nearly as much as you think it does." His faint amusement persists. "It's more to do with skill than anything else." She plucks the image of two dragons in flight from his hands. "Given you're not sure what do with it, I'll take my business elsewhere." His hand snaps out faster than lightning. "Oh no," a smirk tugs at his lips as he snatches the paper back. "I think you'll find I know exactly what I'm doing."

[mlmxreader]

Bengal Flyer | John Soap MacTavish x m!reader

@satan-incarnate-666 asked: ��Don't you get it? I'm in love with you” another complicated one LMAO reader just finished a tour overseas, soap is there to pick him up, reader is tired and has no filter and asks "why do you keep coming back to me?" and soap. well.

summary: tours take a lot out of pilots, and nobody knows it better than Soap.

tws: swearing

You were exhausted, flying your plane back to the RAF base felt like a chore and you were certain that at any moment, you were about to fall asleep and end up crashing the infamous Bengal Tiger, your beloved F-35B Lightning that you had so proudly blessed with a painting of the nickname, a roaring Bengal tiger on the tail; but you just about managed it, and when you finally touched tarmac, you felt as if your exhaustion had gotten worse. Even when you spotted the other painted Lightnings, the cobra - King Cobra - flown by Perveen, the scorpion - Indian Red Scorpion - flown by Bashar, the snow leopard - Snow Leopard - flown by Pahwa, you couldn't shake your exhaustion in the slightest. You were so fucking tired, when you parked the plane and you climbed out, you were dizzy and sluggish; but then you met Soap's eyes, those sweet greys making you melt instantly, your legs acted before your brain could.

Cold air in your face, you bolted towards him, and nearly took him to the floor as you embraced him tightly; your arms around his shoulders as you buried your face against his neck for a moment, giving him a chance to steady himself as he returned the embrace with his arms under yours, hands on your shoulders as he kept you so close. He grabbed your jacket tightly, not wanting to let go as you sank your fingertips into the thin fabric of his dark green, sleeveless hoodie, closing his eyes as he tried to commit the way you felt in his arms to memory as best as he could; the other pilots jeered and shouted out teasing comments, but you and Soap didn't join in as you normally would. He had no idea that he was holding you up, stopping you from collapsing with sheer exhaustion. He wouldn't have cared anyway, he had missed you too much while you were on tour. He missed you too much to give a shit about anything other than keeping your body flush with his, remembering the way you felt in his arms and doing his best to commit it for the next time he was gone.

His beat up old Ford was just behind him, waiting for you to chuck your bags in and to finally make it home, but neither you or Soap had any intention of letting the other go; you sniffled, clearing your throat as you slowly pulled away. If he just moved in a little closer, his lips would have met yours.

"Soap..." you hugged him tightly again, your face pressed against the side of his neck. "Why do you keep coming back to me?"

Soap could hear the exhaustion in your voice, could feel it in the way you hugged him so goddamn tightly, and although he wasn't about to let go, he loosened the grip on your jacket so that he could gently rub your back as he sighed. "Don't you get it? I'm in love with you. Happy just to have you here with me, Flight Lieutenant."

You grumbled, sighing as you tugged at his hoodie, trying desperately to pull him closer even though you couldn't. "Why?"

"Because I fucking fancy you," he shrugged. "And I wanted you... you wanna come home?"

You nodded. "Please."

"C'mon," gently, Soap coaxed you to his car, letting you get into the passenger seat before he gently kissed your temple. "Stay there, I'll get your bags."

You nodded again, leaning your head against the door and yawning softly; there were a few grunts and thuds as Soap loaded your bags into the boot before slamming it shut. He was in the driver's side by the time that you moved to take a look, his hand coming to your thigh as he smiled and started the car.

"Thanks."

"Anything for you," Soap nodded. "You're not my boyfriend just because I think you're fit."

You grumbled, folding your arms across your chest as you sighed, closing your eyes as Soap started to drive; 'Mr. Brightside' by The Killers was playing, and you couldn't help but to smile. His music, and the sound of his voice when he started to sing quietly, was enough to lull you to sleep.

"Jealousy, turning saints into the sea, swimming through sick lullabies, choking on your alibis but it's just the price I pay, destiny is calling me, open up my eager eyes, 'cause I'm Mr. Brightside, I'm coming out of my cage and I've been doing just fine, gotta, gotta be down, because I want it all, it started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this? It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss-"

Soap stole a look at you when he came to a red light, and smiled when he saw that you were sound asleep, he turned the music down a little before returning his hand to your thigh; he stopped singing, only quietly humming as he kept driving. It was a long journey home, but Soap didn't mind if you slept all the way there; he knew how exhausting tours were for you, he didn't blame you for being so exhausted, he was used to it by now anyway. Tours took a fuck tonne out of you, and he couldn't remember a time when he drove you home where you didn't sleep in the passenger seat; sure, he wanted to tell you how much he had missed you, how he had to call Alejandro and Farah to ask for cooking advice and was immediately chewed out, how he had to ask Price to stay the night because the heating had packed in and the boiler man couldn't come until the next day and Soap had no idea what the issue was, how he had tried to iron and nearly burned a hole through one of his favourite t-shirts. All of that could wait.

The same as telling you how good you looked in your uniform could wait. Dark blue-grey suited you well. But then, Soap had always said that, as the first time he realised he was actually attracted to you, it was because of that damn uniform. He always liked how neat and tidy you looked wearing it, even if he was wearing a dark green sleeveless hoodie and dark blue jeans that were more than worn, scruffy in comparison. He smiled to himself as he thought about it, making a mental note to tell you as soon as you were ready to hear it, that he had loved how you looked in your uniform. More importantly, that he had missed you so much, and had craved being with you every fucking day; all the calls and texts and video chats in the world couldn't compare to actually being able to feel your thigh beneath his hand, to hear your soft grumbles when you fidgeted in your seat to get a little more comfortable. To actually have you near him.

When Soap finally pulled into the car park, though, he couldn't bring himself to wake you, and opted to go on his phone while he waited for you to stir; scrolling through the pictures that Alejandro and Farah and Ghost had sent about Soap reuniting with you, many of them taking the absolute piss. He chuckled at most of them, trying to be quiet as he glanced over at you every now and then; he ended up taking his hoodie off, and balling it up as he gently tugged you up enough so that he could place it under your head before he turned the car off and made himself comfortable. Everything could wait until you had woken up.

"I love you, Flight Lieutenant," he said softly, leaning over and gently kissing your temple. "Take your time waking up."

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[looseleafteeaves]

Facing the Krayt, part 2

Leia, in the time after poisoning Jabba, waited in silence. Her back burned with pain like knives, the perfectly parallel lines from the elctrowhip pulling and stretching as she breathed.

First dawn passed, sky alight with pinks like Nabooian lake lillies. No one came to pull her out. Second dawn approached, red like blood staining the sky. A pair of guards approached and grabbed her arms yanking her from the cellar she was locked in.

Jabba’s majordono greeted her.

“The Mighty Jabba has decided your punishment. You will be facing the Sandstorm. If you survive, you will return to misting, little girl.”

Leia’s eyes burned, and her ears rang with the rattle of bones, the roar of a Krayt Dragon. She said nothing.

Bib Fortuna appeared almost disappointed.

“Put her outside the gates. She will walk into the Dune Sea. After the sandstorm passes, we will track her chip and return her- or her body.”

Leia’s face becomes like a nabooian lake. Placid, calm.

Unfathomably deep. Filled with dangers. She walked between the guards, listening as the call of the burning sands grew louder, snippets of words beginning to become heard.

She was shoved out the back gate of the palace. Her sheer clothes providing nothing to stop the wind. Her enslaved sisters had placed what few things they had set aside outside the walls, hidden beneath a rock with a tzai plant. She covered herself in the long, midnight blue cloak. Her barefeet covered in sturdy shoes. She armed herself with protection from the Burning Suns.

Then she walked.

As both suns reached the peak of their arc, the sandstorm was seen. The whipping winds, the knife like sand, the wall of darkness.

Leia saw its approach. She pulled goggles over her eyes, a sheer scarf over her mouth and nose. She breathed as the front running dust blew past. One last breath, and the storm was upon her.

The world turned black. Her clothing ripped into by wind. The world turned red.

A voice calling from deeper in the storm.

“Come, my child. Face the storm. Face your brother. Find your soul.”

Leia reached inside herself. The fathomless deep lake. The eternal mountain storm. The endless desert. A wall cracks.

Shatters.

Her mind fills with light. Even in the midst of the sandstorm, ghosts walk beside her, their beautiful presences splitting sky from sand.

“Hello there, little ghost.”

Leia smiles. “Ben!”

Ben- Obi-Wan- smiles and starts to speak, but is yanked into the wind.

Another flash- a red bird- there and gone again.

“Oh, darling.”

Leia’s eyes fill with tears. “Daddy.”

Bail Organa smiles, and his ghostly form embraces her.

“Face your Trial, daughter mine. With courage, strength, and wisdom. Your soul is of three peoples. You honor them all.”

Leia reaches out with grasping hands, tears freely flowing.

His ghost vanishes. Leia presses onwards. A woman, face hosting crows feet and the beginning of laugh lines. Her mouth moves, but no sound escapes. Her blue shaw flaps in the sandstorm’s breeze as she vanishes.

A beautiful woman, chest filled with lights like lightning bugs, appears. “Leia… Daughter… Child of Many. What do you seek?”

Leia, crying as she smiles. “Freedom. Myself. Hope.”

Breha Organa’s face becomes more real. “The go daughter. Lukka The sandstorm has your answers.”

“Wait- Momma- don’t leave yet- I’m sorry I failed-“

Though her blue glowing figure was gone, her voice rang like the wind chimes on Alderaan. “Oh Beloved. You could never have failed. You upheld the best parts of Alderaan. You protected hope. You survived. Thats all Bail or I could ask.”

Leia knew she wouldn’t find them again in this storm.

Before her, an orange flight suit covered in jedi robes runs forwards. Luke’s curly hair bouncing as he laughs joyously. Leia chases him.

The Krayt chases the Sandstorm. The Sandstorm chases the Krayt.

He vanishes. The little red bird is hopping before her, the barest of outline. It’s beak opens.

“Why do you walk the sandstorm, Child of Me?”

“I face the storm for a call, for a punishment from Depur.”

The redbird changes, becoming a brunette with a scar and a metal tube at his waist.

“The walk, Daughter of the Desert Lakes Mountains. The Mother awaits.”

Leia walks. The Dune sea laid out before her. Far in the distance, a rock face with plants blooming out of it is visible.

Directly before her is a woman dressed in layers, a pouch with a starburst and a bronze braclet is waiting.

“Water, Seeker?”

Leia nods and drinks deeply. “What is your name, Grandmother?”

“Shmi, granddaughter. I have wondered where you were when your twin crossed the sands.”

Leia blinks. “Shmi, I think you are mistaken. I have no twin.”

Shmi smiles. “I could never be mistaken. Lukka is only given as a name when there is a Leia beside him.”

Leia is stunned. Shmi gives a small secret smile. “Walk onwards, Granddaughter. Face your mother and yourself. Walk onwards, Leia Organa Ekkreth.”

Shmi vanishes.

Leia does as bid. Sitting before the cave in bloom is a women Leia has only seen in dreams. Long brown hair, so like her own. Deep blue dress. White, star-like flowers dotting her hair and dress.

“Hello, Padmè Amidala.”

“Hello, my daughter.”

And the area fills with light. A thousand snippets of a moment. A thousand chances to see what could have been. A moment with who was.

She sees Luke being taken away, sees Bail hold her for the very first time. Sees her mother breath her last. Sees her father and her mother breathe together, love each other.

Sees Vader.

Padmè kisses her forehead and says “Face yourself, my beautiful daughter. You must remember.”

Leia grasps her hand one last time as she fades. The cave, with blooming flowers and jagged teeth. A shuddering breath like a death rattle blows past.

Leia steps forward.

———

Leia never shared what she learned in that cave. It is a small, secret vision she keeps from all but one.

But she learned. For Leia the Krayt Dragon, Elder Sister, was waiting there. And Leia knew her soul. For no chain has been made that can bind her to not escape, and none ever will.

Leia returns after 7 days in the desert. She walks through the gates of Jabba’s palace, and they did not need to track her. She was in perfect health.

Lukka Luke came the next day. Leia strangled Jabba with the chains he thought would bind her, would break her.

She freed herself and her sisters. Her sisters embraced her as she left to face the Depur of the Empire.

Lukka looks at Leia, and they both know the other like a forgotten friend come back into your life.

The Krayt chases the Sandstorm. The Sandstorm faces the Krayt.

Leia, after freeing the Empire, brings Lukka back to Tatooine. The Burning Twins help their people take back their planet.

[irish-urn]

The McTuri Mercenaries

Pinterest Board for The McTuri Mercenaries!!

(Honestly, it was super fun to make and I think the vibes are on point.

Playlist for The McTuri Mercenaries!!!

(in case anyone wants a breakdown of the songs and why, please check out the Read More)

"Flight Risk" — Tommy LeFroy

I wanted to be something you couldn't put down

Basically, when Dennis and Nora divorced, Dennis took Casey and Lizzie with him to the Elven Halls of New Yorke; and when Abby left George, she took Derek, Edwin, and Marti with her back to the Fey Wilds. So this song is basically the kids TO George and Nora, almost like an apology for leaving (even though it's not their fault???)

Honestly, I like the vibe.

"Like a Prayer (Choir Version)" from Deadpool and Wolverine

I hear you call my name and it feels like home

Not only is this just an excellent song and good vibes, I think of it as the McTuri kids showing up when they get the news about George and Nora's arrest. It's the five of them showing up to find Simon (who I think Casey and Lizzie knew about, but not the Venturis), and it's about Simon, scared and alone, finding out his family is much bigger than he originally thought.

"Drama" — Spencer Sutherland

Woke up with an attitude, painted smile on my face; win or lose, you get to choose when all the world's a stage

MAY I INTRODUCE TO YOU: DEREK THE ROCKSTAR, Bard from the College of Glamour. This is his life — and, honestly? For the first time, I chose a Main Character, and he is IT. He's the guy telling the story, and he's gonna make it damn good and LOOK damn good while he's telling it.

"This is Me" from The Greatest Showman

We are bursting through the barricades and reaching for the sun: we are warriors!

They may be a bunch of oddballs and misfits — there's nothing easy about being half-bloods with powers you're struggling to control — but they're not ashamed of who they are either.

"Yellow Flicker Beat" — Lorde

I'm a princess cut from marble, smoother than a storm.

This is Casey's theme song. She's a lot tougher than she looks: maybe she is in a pink tanktop and skirt with grey leggings, but she's a Monk of the Open Hand, and she'll kick your ass.

...She might also trip up when she's distracted by something.

"Firebreather (feat. Reignwolf)" — Macklemore

"Glitter & Gold" — Barns Courtney

I am flesh and I am bone, arise (ting ting) like glitter and gold. I've got fire in my soul, rise up (ting ting) like glitter...

IF this fic has a theme song, this is it. I almost named the fic after this song. It's just... Exactly the right song.

Got a Guns N Roses t-shirt, and never listened to the band. Just being honest, I just thought that shit looked cool.

EDWIN, my beloved Sorcerer with Wild Magic. It's not easy being a nerd with fire in your veins; it's not easy being a half-fey with wild magic and an analytical mind; it's not easy growing up unsure of what you can do. But things are looking up: he's on a quest!

"Lightning and Thunder" — Marianas Trench

Fate is calling: it's turning, burning in my veins

This is the McTuri Mercenaries. They might not know exactly what they're doing, might not be sure they're doing the right thing, but they do know it's only the beginning.

"Colors of the Wind" — Tokio Hotel

You can own the Earth and still, all you'll own is earth until you can paint with all the colours of the wind.

Lizzie, Druid of the Circle of the Moon, is not afraid to tell people exactly how nature IS. And Nature is wild and PUNK and beautiful, and she's going to protect both it AND her family. (Yes, I chose the punk version because Lizzie is punk)

"Run Boy Run" — Woodkid

This ride is a journey to — the secret inside of you.

This song is a VIBE, okay? Imagine the McTuris fighting a bunch of monsters, okay? And then realizing they're way out of their depths and having to run for their lives! :D

"Just a Girl" — Florence + the Machine

Oh, I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite; so don't let me have any rights.

Marti is a lot stronger and faster and smarter than most 15 year olds, okay? She's not only a Ranger, but a Beast Master. Her best friend is a saber-toothed tiger. Her mother is a Siren. She can shoot an arrow through your eye. She may be 5'1 and 105lbs, but she is FIERCE. Don't patronize her.

"Glory and Gore" — Lorde

Glory and gore go hand in hand — that's why we're making headlines.

Again, this is all of them. Except this time: they're winning. They just took on a big, scary job, and they completed it: got the money and the good review, and, ugh. The blood lust is real, and soooooo satisfying.

"I'm Still Here" — John Rzeznik

Now you know me and I'm not afraid.

Simon, the Rouge in Training, may only be seven years old, but he's already watched his parents get arrested for a crime they didn't commit, watched his older half-sister dislocate a man's arm, his other half-sister turn into a bear and tear a tree trunk out, watched another sister clean blood off her tiger's fangs, watched fire blast out of his half-brother's hands, watched his eldest half-brother turn into a hypnotizing faerie and charm half a tavern... He's growing up. He's going to grow up into someone amazing... If given the right guidance. Because he's here and he's staying.

"I2I" — Magnolia Park

"Who's Afraid of Little Old Me?" — Taylor Swift

You wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me.

This is the Venturis, who have spent the last 14 years in the Fey Wilds. It's crazy. It's wild. The Fey don't operate by the same rules as humans. And although they all may look charming and beautiful: watch out. They are brimming with magic and spite, and they'll rip your throat out.

If you're ever lonely, stop! You don't have to be. After all, it's only a beat away from you to me.

There are a lot of differences and distances between the McDonalds and the Venturis, but there's a lot of love there to bridge the gaps. No matter how much they argue and bicker and fight, they've got each other's backs.

"All I Know So Far" — P!nk

I will be with you 'till the world blows up.

The McDonald sisters. They may not have all the answers, but they have each other. May God help anyone who tries to separate them or hurt the other.

"I Was Made for Lovin' You" — YUNGBLUD

The Dasey song. Because, despite it all, they were made for each other.

Tonight, I wanna see it in your eyes; feel the tension... There's something that drives me wild.

"Good Riddance (Time of Your Life)" — Green Day

It's something unpredictable, but in the end, is right; I hope you had the time of your life.

And at the end of the day, they learned a lot and grew together (a full TWO LEVELS!!!), and wouldn't change a thing.

[telnaga]

wrote a little thing about childhood friendships. i want to make drawings for it to make it a tiny visual novel, but u can read it <3

You're together, on the cool concrete, shaded beneath a large two-walled shed that occupies this corner of the outside space. You're in a lonely corner; cool brick against your backs, the gentle sun and open air to your side. A breeze plays. It is a perfect, unexciting day, and here, in the shadows, you feel light, and real.

Cleo feels it, too. And her hands clasp each other as she faces you, without a shred of self consciousness, more with a sense of reserved determination. Her face is open. There are no walls between you.

"I'm a witch," Cleo says.

You believe her. Are witches real? You're not sure, but you believe her. She feels so real in this moment. So earnest. Something, of some nature, lives strong in her, and in a quiet, desperate way, she is sharing a piece of it with you. It's a present, a secret. You have to believe her.

"That's so cool," you say. As a fact, not an exclamation.

"I can do magic," she whispers. Wind brushes your bare arms, bringing with it the laughter of children on the far side of the shed. "It's hard, and not always. But if I think about something hard enough, sometimes it can happen. I can talk with animals. And fly in my sleep."

You dream of flying, too. You only realize this now, in this moment. Memories of gliding, soaring over open fields and the waves of pines that line your hometown; power lines running like rivers beneath you, you flapping and straining to climb higher. The wind on you, beneath you, through you. Power, effort, freedom. You picture yourself, seen from the ground; how anyone would marvel, would be proud! For you to have unlocked and mastered such a skill, the kind that could take you far away from here.

After this moment of spaced out recollection, something sparks, turns, begins to form. You lean in, and tell Cleo, "I can fly, too." Her face, like a sunrise, blooms into an open smile. You are the same. You are the same.

You speak together, in the shade, of magic, flight, wild animals, strange occurrences, the ghosts of lost family. You speak of things you don't understand and the times that you received strange insights into them, like a star falling and landing in your heart, bursting and feeling uniquely indescribable.

You don't touch each other. Raw skin is vulnerability. You live in balance with vulnerability, as children mostly unwanted. You know adults can do whatever they want with the inconvenience of your person; as friends and confidantes, you do not touch, you do not breach the sanctity of security of the body.

But you share, and share touch through beloved objects. You trade little cards, for the art, for the fantastic animals you imagine befriending you, following you even on car rides, dashing across sidewalks and power lines. You hold each others' dolls, and stuffed animals; you tell each other their names, their stories. You tell each other so many stories, of the world and yourselves. Everything you know is a story, and not all of it makes sense; but doesn't that make it better? That's where the magic is; in the gaps between what is charted. The unknown is utterly, arrestingly beautiful.

Two witches, weaving magic about themselves, dancing in the space between. Trying to fly by jumping off playground equipment holding an open umbrella. Always chasing the freedom and power that happens when you sleep.

Summer always ends. You give each other a number, and hug; one mutual touch, a flourish at the end of a passage. The number is on a torn scrap of paper; you set it somewhere. You know where it is. You never call it. What existed was lightning in a bottle; you were put together, reliably, every day, by the forces that be. Now separated by unfathomable distance, and unmovable parents, the relationship is in the realm of magic.

But, like all close witches, you visit in your dreams. You fly to each other over fields, lakes, pines; kicking off trees, working the muscles in your arms, putting your heart and determination into the magic of your freedom. The freedom that you've earned.

And you clasp hands, in the safety of this un-space. And you look out to the clouds, and speak, with great volume, in silence.

[val-victory]

Meet the Trainer

You can call me Val, i am an Ace Trainer from Unova on my way to become Champ. i can beat some of the Elite-4 but i lack the consistency to beat all of them. (and i am scared of the Champ).

Btw my Partner is Piper @/justyouraveragepoketherapist they are the loveliest Person i know.

Here are my two Teams, featuring the cutest and friendliest little Mons you could possibly meet.

6v6 Team: Glassstorm

Every single Member is immune to Sandstorm which is my Main Strategy with them (bring your Goggles if you wanna fight)

Scizor - "Sense"

My beloved. Even though he lost a Part of his Pincer, he still packs a Bullet Punch. He is emotionally dependent on me and follows me everywhere.

"Torterra - "Cheli"

he is just a sweet little Boy who often forgets that he is no longer a small Turtwig. a real gentle Giant, unless he wants to play.

Magcargo - "Kratik"

She is slow, but she warms my Heart and my Home. Literally, she lives inside of my Cellar and gives off enough Excess Heat to keep my Home at a warm 20 degrees even in the Winter.

Tyranitar - "Dess"

The bringer of the Sandstorm. Do not get on her bad Side, otherwise you will have to sweep the Floor(from all the Sand).

Mawile - "Schkrinkel"

He is cute and knows it, he constantly demands to be pet otherwise he will nibble on you with his small Mouth. But don't worry he might bite you with his Big Maw too.(positive)

Gliscor - "Fledex"

Tried to teach him Flight. didn't work. He's well versed in Literature and Art but because he can't talk he just hangs upside down on the Ceiling. i like his Pincers :3

3v3 Team: "Lightning Polygon Team Star"

Porygon2 - "Bit"

It likes to digitize itself and lives in my Computer, i don't mind since it never corrupts anything. Also i won't evolve it, i am not giving a sweet little thing weird Data from another Dimension.

Vikavolt - "Don"

i honestly think that she is evil. But since she listens to my Commands i don't have to fear for my Life, but sometimes when i hear her flying around... those Wings are the sound of Death. She is larger than a typical Specimen of her Species, the Alolans called her a Totem.

Toxapex - "Quäli"

He is so sweet, i like him a lot and even though his poisonous Stings hurt a lot and for a long Time, i can't be mad at him, he is just trying to hug me. i think it's mostly on me when he attacks me, since i disturbed him in his Aquarium.

//HUGE BITCH ALERT. do not attempt Contact unless comfortable with being Called a Shithead.

mild rules.

if you don't want to be yelled at you have to write in an overly friendly tone, hype up Val's achievements or write something like "genuinely curious". Expect a rude answer otherwise.

Val is not an evil Villain, don't treat her like one. treat Val like a rude Person who just took your Bus Seat.

Pelipper Mail:open

Magic Anons: off(unless you think that your idea is like really good but i will probably delete anyway)

Musharna Mail: open

[highseaskxng]

loud & deafening silence / accepting / @belliautore​

“Lord SInbad, thank goodness you’re here, her majesty is in the hospital.” The guard spoke towards the king after barging into his room where Sinbad was hard at work on this beautiful afternoon..though it wasn’t..exactly diplomatic work he had been doing instead he’s been playing with his daughter Rhea and having her to draw along empty scrolls with his pen. All she managed to make were mere scribbles but she was extremely happy she made them. Though once the man had informed them about the news Sinbad’s eyes opened wide.

She was in the hospital…damn, there have been days she felt weaker…sick during most days. GOD he couldn’t exactly figure out what was wrong due to internal panic. “Mama sick..?” The little angel chirps out with curiosity, Agh Sinbad was so panicked he already felt without her.

“Mama will be better I promise my love. In the meantime, would you like to fly on the dragon again?” He asked her as she nodded her head excitingly, with the command after taking hold of his sword in one hand and his beloved daughter in the next he takes his transformation and rushes out of the building then taking flight in a flash of lightning until they arrived at the hospital. However, he was given the information that the staff had taken great care of him and even let him know what was wrong.

She was with child..again. A second child this time..Right, howcould he have been so dumb!? Oh with the fun nights..this should have been the first thought in his mind, but he was soo worried that he gave a command to bring her hair at the sign of her feeling unwell. Once he reverts  back he walks into her room with their daughter in his arms. “My love, they told me everything. It looks like we’re getting another blessing on our lap.”

↳ ❛   hospital .   my  muse  is  told  that  yours  is  in  the  hospital .

[questionable-intimacies]

Puritan and Witch

It was no peaceful night.

The moon was bright, the roads were clear, and dry wood sated the appetites of more than one campfire. However, the forest’s silence, hanging over the blanket of lesser lights that rule the night, was a false silence. No animal broke the forest leaves or cracked the dead sticks while they foraged; the wolves did not howl to coordinate their packs’ hunts, the trees did not shake with the flight of the owls, and the dogs at the camp only rattled their chains when they scratched at the dirt and tried to tuck their tails further up between their legs.

For the hardy folk, the cunning peasants whose lives on the roads of this black forest were measured by the bodies buried in ancient, tangled roots, the silence provided an obscene sense of comfort. The forest is dangerous at night, and the good queen, Goodwitch, plays the whore with her beloved General. It is what it is.

No comfort, however, was available for the Puritan wanderer, Cardin Winchester, this night. Not when peace had fled for cheerier horizons, a God-fearing man could not rest his weary head on a feather pillow, and he could smell witchcraft among the peasants he shared that sleepless night.

His eyes glared a fanatical, steely blue from beneath the lowering brows at the ‘Witch,’ a hardy farm girl whose animalistic, pagan curse showed itself in the pair of rabbit ears poking through her long, russet hair out from the top of her head. Shameless in her dress, which clung wantonly to her body on the cusp of ripeness, and in her behavior, in the exchange of bawdy jabs and brief but lasciviously cherished moments of physical contact with the men still awake at their respective campfires. As the Witch meandered past, she would drop bundles of herbs into the flames, and that caused the pungent smell that kept Cardin from his rest, even though he had built his campfire far from the others.

Presently, the Witch came to Cardin’s fire.

“Something to help you sleep, sir?”

The Witch was about to place one of her bundles into Cardin’s fire, but Cardin grabbed the Witch’s wrist. 

“None of that,” Cardin said before releasing the Witch, “honest labor, not pagan herbs, sweetens a man’s sleep.”

The Witch did not flinch at Cardin’s rebuke; neither did she seem to fear the dour Puritan. The Witch was a woman, after all, and no woman could fear a man whose appearance struck like lightning. The experiences of past bloody battles and the zealous self-discipline needed to make full use of such experiences made Cardin seem dignified instead of cruel. His hands were large yet were not ungainly, and he could pull both the trigger of a flintlock pistol and the corsets from a maiden’s breasts with the delicacy of a master sculptor. 

One of those pistols lay in Cardin’s warm, broad lap. It was a practical thing. The dull, iron barrel was long for range and accuracy, while its varnished, gleaming, wood-and-iron body was squat and thick for power. The weapon’s beauty drew in the Witch. Much like the Puritan, its function was expertly fulfilled, without frippery or superfluity in its construction. The austere, ascetic allure of both wielder and weapon fascinated the Witch. The process of stripping away all that was unnecessary was inspiring to the waif’s imagination as a result.

The Witch smoothed out her skirts across her broad, doe-like thighs before she sank into the packed, dry earth within Cardin’s reach. Encouraged by the Puritan’s tolerance of her intrusion, the Witch carefully leaned her chest forward and said.

“These herbs are a medicinal recipe my grandmother taught me just as her mother did. The plants are roots picked from the forest itself. There is no more paganism in my soothing balms as there are fish in the sky.”

Cardin did not turn to look at the Witch. However, it was not because he disliked those who would dabble in such heresies, even though he had burned his share of witches when the witch hunts were at their peak. Neither was it because of some failing or lapse in his understanding of social graces, though one would be hard-pressed to attribute grace to any of the Puritan faith. 

Instead, Cardin’s blue eyes had assumed the glazed stare of a man whose eyes were covered by the translucent film of memory. The campfire light reflected no longer off the spirit that resided behind a man’s God-given windows to their soul, gone as that spirit was on a long journey across time and space. 

“I have seen fish fly like sparrows when I served a time as a Privateer,” Cardin said mechanically, “and just as fish may find themselves in a place nature had not intended them to be, the devil and his minions may, from time to time, wander from their haunts to add to mans’ troubles.”

Cardin fed the flame with kindling, and the Puritan’s voice hardened alongside the fire, flaring hot with renewed vigor. A less innocent memory had seemingly taken its place of honor in Cardin’s mind, and the words he spoke were now woven thick with the emotions that accompanied that memory.

“After all, is it not said that the devil may take on the guise of servants of light? Verily, I have preserved my life with poultices and brews made from herbs far fouler than you could imagine. Yet these life-giving roots could also be turned to evil labors, and if one recognizes evil, one should take shrewd pains to avoid it and thus remain innocent as lambs.”

The Witch stared at the Puritan and considered the zealous, intolerant speech rich with tempered wisdom, so unlike the sermons of the other Witch-Hunters, Priests, and Inquisitors she had crossed paths with. 

“Nevertheless, is it not wise to use the devil’s weapons against him?”

“The Devil may allow his minions success from time to time, but when it counts? No house can stand when it is divided. But lo! What is that commotion I hear?”

Springing to his feet like a Panther who senses prey, Cardin girt upon his broad, blacksome form the wide leather belt and bandolier upon which hung the dark, deadly pistols which were the tools of his bloody trade. At his hip hung neither a long Mistralian Rapier nor a broad sword of Atlesian Steel. Instead, there was a pair of slender and heavy iron rods with a pair of crosses that formed handguards just above their hilts.

Cardin’s stride was the lope of a hungry wolf, and in the breadth of time it took a bird to flap its wings, Cardin was at the front of the crowd that formed a ring around the disturbance with the Witch panting laboriously at his flank.

At the center of the ring was a pair of stout matrons tending to a weeping Maid. The Maid babbled gibberish to Cardin’s ears, but her torn dress and raw wounds were enough for Cardin to step forward and order the Maid to be made comfortable after her ordeal.

Oh, thank you, kindly Puritan!” the Maid abruptly said and stumbled gratefully toward Cardin. Her long, pale arms and her twilight tresses that framed her face just so were an inviting promise of a tempting reward. But as the Maid walked into a stray moonbeam, Cardin’s instincts, an atavistic, primordial sense of danger, brought the Puritan’s hand, which was filled with the butt of a pistol, to the Maid’s face.  

The crack of the pistol shot was an ugly sound that turned the Maid’s pretty face into a hideous, red ruin. The Maid did not fall, however, and it seemed instead that the remaining malevolent, golden eye that hung by a loose sinew from the remains of her shattered skull turned full upon the swift Puritan and the smoking pistol that he held in his iron grip.

The Maid then silently pointed her finger at Cardin and unleashed the hell upon the earth.

“Thou heretical harlot of hell!” Cardin roared to heaven as his free hand drew forth a second pistol, “Let this last meal of lead speed you on the road to perdition!”

The second shot dropped the Maid’s body, but gibbering, misshapened monstrosities quickly filled the gap and rushed at Cardin with their eyes stitched shut and silent screams that came from gaping mouths covered with taut, pale skin.

Cardin's last two pistols drew great gouts of blood from the creatures closest to him, and while more monsters swarmed over the bodies of their pack, Cardin’s puritanical fervor was brought to a righteous boil.

“Bleed, do ye?! Then come forth, fall upon the good Lord’s steel, and be damned to ye!”

Cardin now rushes forward. With no time to refill his pistols, the brawling Puritan pulls his steel rods free from his wide belt. His first swing shattered the wrist of a beast when it tore at his shoulder. A long, springing stride carried Cardin’s second swing forward and caved in the skull of a second creature.

“Arm yourselves, you fools!” Cardin bellowed back toward the campfires, “Die like men or be slaughtered like lambs!”

Heartened by Cardin’s fury, the peasants took up their weapons and fought for their lives. Even the Witch, her herbs and witchcraft forgotten, picked up a brand from a fire and drove monsters back with desperate courage.

So it was that the night passed, and the dawn of the morning revealed the carnage left upon that forest road.

As the peasants broke camp and prepared to continue on their journey, the Witch walked up to Cardin as he placed freshly filled pistols into his holsters.

“Will you not stay with us, Puritan?”

Cardin’s response was to pull the Witch close and kiss her full on the lips. He then said,

“Guard well your virtue and keep your faith in the good Lord and his only begotten Son. Nothing else would you need to protect yourself against the forces of evil.”

Cardin then turned away to walk a known road with an unknown goal, and his lonely, darksome figure was soon etched into the horizon by the light of the morning sun.

[leleamo]

Part 27

— Go to the explosion site and take the crystals? — Panther said, looking at Chita with Ray in her arms, who fortunately wasn't bleeding as much now. The people of the village were walking around the destroyed place. The snake commander, along with some soldiers, were listening to the conversation.

— Yes, that's what Krystal said. Can you do that? — Wolf said over the radio.

— Of course, just wait a little bit. — Panther turned off the radio and walked over to his beloved. — Honey, we need to go to the explosion site. Krystal's orders.

She stood up, with difficulty because she wasn't used to Ray's weight in her arms. — And where am I going to leave Ray? I can't just leave him here and

— My dear, look around, they'll take care of him- — No! Let's go together! — The commander said with a smile like his soldiers. The rest of the people looked at them, confused. — We know what that thing was that our empress turned into! and we know very well how to solve this problem!

— and we want to save our empress!! — said one of the soldiers, the rest of the people nodded courageously, and Panther and Chita looked at each other, then smiled at each other

So, everyone ran to the site of the explosion, when they arrived, they acted as if they were happy and excited about the situation, that was not common for them, but they certainly loved helping Anabel, while Panther removed the last crystal and turned on the communicator, a snake looked at Chita, with its eyes on Ray, the snake approached, touching her shoulder and saying "don't worry, he'll be fine, just like I was fine the last time this happened" the snake said looking at the circle, now without crystals, and left Chita, who... didn't quite understand what she meant...

— ready Krystal, crystals removed — Wolf said on the radio, flying over Anabel

— perfect! now her skin must be weaker! let's shoot everyone together! the real Anabel must be inside! Someone will need to go in there... — everything Krystal had said came from the mysterious voice in her mind

— I'm going there — Slippy said, looking at Anabel sadly, but with hope!

— Great plan, Krystal — Fox said proudly of his girlfriend — okay! everyone! follow me! — he and the others accelerated in their ships, got ready, and shot! the shots hit Anabel, who definitely felt it hard, moving slowly, in pain, could see her skin opening, revealing the inside of her body to be a huge storm, the shots stopped, and Slippy advanced into the storm.

the place was not very visible, with black clouds, carrying thunder and lightning, flying lower, he saw Anabel, sitting, wet from the rain, surrounded by small crystals and crying...? the arwing landed and Silppy got out, going towards her

— Anabel...?

— Silppy...

— what happened? Andrew said you went with Molino during the fight in the village..

— That creep promised to stop everything if I went with him... all so I would get stressed out about what he said..

— What did he say?

— That I'm useless, that I failed my only mission, that I failed you guys who-

Slippy took her hand, with a cute smile on his face — Anabel, relax, it's okay, Molino is gone, you haven't failed anyone, and accepting to go with him just to save your people will never be failing your people...

The empress smiled, feeling warm inside and slowly calming down, the storm slowly dissipated... she stood up — You speak well, Slippy, let's go...

Slippy blushed a little, but anyway, he got into the arwing and she sat on the wing

— Don't you think it's better to get in? It's safer

— there's clearly no room for someone as big as me there

— eh... hehe, true

Taking flight, they left there, distancing themselves, while the carcass of the chinese dragon slowly transformed into light, which exploded, in silence, while the bright light spread throughout the universe...

Now, Star Fox, Star Wolf, landed in Radia, near the circle, everyone screamed with happiness, running to their empress who slowly descended from the wing, she received hugs, praise, and thanks to the heavens for being alive.

"Madam, the light passed through here!" said one of the snakes, creating a smile on Anabel's face, she looked at everyone from Star Fox and Wolf, and announced lovingly

— Please, a moment of everyone's attention, for a long time, my family lived with this power and connection to the crystals, even coming from melancholic feelings, thanks to the powers of the crystals here, we always have a moment of happiness after these monstrous storms, and one of them is this...

Slowly over the sky, very small points of light fell on them, as if it were snowing, but it wasn't cold, it was warm, like a hug from a family member, one of these white and shiny dots fell on Fox's hand...

— What is this...? — Fox asked

— I don't know

— Neither do I

two familiar voices came from behind Fox, he turned around scared, they were the voices of his parents, not only their voice, but their bodies too! transparent and bright as crystal

James and Vixy, ladies and gentlemen! Fox burst into tears and went for a warm hug

Falco, who was at his side, was startled, but smiled awkwardly — cool, we're seeing spirits, and it's a good thing my parents aren't here... heh

— Mommy!! — Slippy said, almost falling off the arwing to hug his mother, a chubby little frog shorter than him — this is a miracle!!

while the little frog jumped for joy, Anabel and her grandparents looked

— is this your suitor? — asked the strong blue Chinese dragon, seeing her granddaughter blush

— Grandma, be quiet— she said, while her grandfather glared at Fox and Krystal with hatred

Krystal looked around, hoping not to find her parents among the dead but...

"They're already dead, dear, just like me" the mysterious voice said, as a strong light came out of the crystal on Krystal's forehead, the light formed into a fox lady, very similar to Krystal, only older

— Grandma... was that you?

— Hehehe, I lived here for a while in my life, and if I wanted to be somewhere before I died, it was with my granddaughter... come here

the two hugged each other warmly, and went to look for Krystal's parents among the crowd

Wolf watched James from far, while Yanter was by his side

— Aren't you going to say hi to your old boss, Wolf?

— I can see your parents from here, why don't you go talk to them?

— haha- wait, SERIOUSLY?!

she ran to her parents, almost knocking them over with her hug, she cried with joy without being able to speak, between the laughs and cries of joy, James called for his old friend, he missed her too, and so did she.

— brother! — the little chameleon said hugging her brother, Leon

— hi little thing! long time no see!

— please, don't tell me you killed her — Panther asked scared, the girl looked eight years old

— hehe, no, but it was my fault, I was the one who decided to run away from home with her, by the way... shit, my parents haven't died yet? I'm going to pay them a visit in Corneria... hehehe

— you don't say that with your sister around- Ahu! — Panther felt a blow on the back of his neck, he turned around and saw a dead dog, apparently one of Chita's coworkers — what happened? shouldn't you be with your leader?

— I saw from up there how you treated her! You better take good care of her or I-

— Oh, save your time and leave me alone — he heard her snort, but he didn't care, he smiled as he watched Chita cry at the reunion of her deceased teammates

And Andrew was happy, holding Ray in his arms, Ray who had his wounds healed by the miraculous light, both happy, hugging each other lovingly

— Then I shot Molino in the head and bam! His brains flew everywhere!! Hahah!!!

— Oh, how disgusting, Andrew!! Hahaha!

— See? I told you I was going to free you!

— Thanks man... huh? — Ray noticed someone in the distance, he seemed confused... it was Molino.

— No... I failed..?? No, no... — Molino was shaking, but he bumped into someone he didn't want to, Andross — Ah!! Master! I'm sorry, I- I tried!! I tried with all my life!!!

— ... pathetic. — was the only thing he said, and he walked away, leaving Molino alone and in tears...

— wow... — Ray said

— well done, hey! now that everything is over, I think it's time for you to start over, only with me! let's live in this infinite universe together!!!

— hehe... I'd love to!

now, slowly the spirits disappeared, returning to the afterlife, it was time to go, Chita had to go along, but she promised to meet Panther, and Yanter, she wanted to go with her brother, to try to solve her cigar problems in Corneria, and Anabel said goodbye to Slippy with love

now, back to Corneria, with the end of this adventure, it was time for a new adventure! but that would be for another day...

The end!

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Can You Take a Vape on a Plane in 2023? Packing Tips for the High-Flying Vaper

In the constantly shifting sands of air travel regulations, keeping up with what you can and cannot bring on a plane could almost be its own reality TV show. Today’s episode? Vaping devices! If you’ve ever stood at the security line wondering if your vape will trigger an all-out TSA intervention, then this guide is for you. Buckle up and enjoy a humorous glide through the clouds as we delve into whether you can take your beloved vape on a plane in 2023. Understanding the TSA Vape Rules First things first, let's clear the air with some straightforward facts. According to the Transportation Security Administration (TSA), electronic cigarettes and vaping devices can indeed board the plane with you, but only in your carry-on bags. Why not checked bags, you ask? Well, it turns out that vapes prefer the cabin's ambiance just as much as you do, or perhaps it’s because batteries in the cargo hold can be a fire hazard. Either way, keep your devices close and your batteries closer! Now, while TSA agents won’t tackle you for carrying a vape, they do expect a certain decorum. Vape juices must adhere to the same liquid rules as other items—so keep those e-liquids under 3.4 ounces (100 milliliters) and snugly fit them inside your quart-sized bag. Mastering the art of packing liquids for air travel should definitely be on your pre-flight checklist. Tips for Packing Your Vape Gear Packing your vape for air travel isn't rocket science, but it might feel like it with all the rules! Start by ensuring that all batteries are removed from devices (if possible) and stored in battery cases. This prevents the dreaded pocket firework show that nobody wants to witness. Next, cap and seal all e-liquid bottles to prevent mid-air e-juice showers. Nobody wants their carry-on smelling like "Mystic Mango" for eternity. Another pro tip? Keep your vape gear accessible. You may need to demonstrate to the ever-curious TSA that your high-tech mod is indeed just for blowing clouds and not some nefarious gadget. Plus, who knows when you’ll need a quick puff (after the flight, of course—no vaping on the plane!). Navigating International Vape Laws If your travels take you beyond the friendly skies of the United States, you'll need to be a vape law virtuoso. Vaping regulations can vary wildly from one country to another. For instance, while you might be the king of clouds in the U.S., in countries like Thailand, that same vape could land you in hot water—or even jail! Always check the local laws before traveling; ignorance might be bliss but it’s not a legal defense. Remember, the goal is not to become an international vape smuggler. So, if the country you are visiting has strict no-vape policies, it might be best to leave your gear at home. Think of it as an opportunity to try local quitting methods—like deep breathing, meditation, or devouring local snacks. Common FAQs and Expert Answers Let’s wrap this up with a lightning round of frequently asked questions. Can you vape in airplane bathrooms? Big no-no—modern planes are equipped with smoke detectors, and setting those off is as frowned upon as trying to open the emergency exit mid-flight. Will the altitude affect my vape? Yes, pressure changes can lead to leaky tanks, so consider emptying your device before you fly, or at least keep it in an upright position. And finally, what about charging your vape on the plane? Most airlines frown upon using seat power to charge any device that could potentially create a spark, including your vape. Save the charging for the ground, or use those nifty power banks (in accordance with airline rules, of course). Conclusion Can You Take a Vape on a Plane in 2023? Congratulations! You are now equipped with the knowledge to navigate the cloudy realm of flying with vapes in 2023. Remember, while the skies might be friendly, vape rules are pretty strict. Keep your gear packed properly, stay informed about local laws, and most importantly, keep your sense of humor handy—you’ll need it when explaining your vape collection to a puzzled TSA agent. Safe travels and happy vaping! If you want to know more, please refer to this article: https://keystonevape.com/best-vape/the-best-disposable-vapes-2024-you-cant-miss/ Read the full article

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Raging into gentle tenderness

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There goes my futile rage!!!

My beloved, as one with a bigger heart,

Gentle tenderness is all you got.

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Do not go gentle into that good night (Youtube) By Dylan Thomas, 1914 –1953

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

From The Poems of Dylan Thomas, published by New Directions. Copyright © 1952, 1953 Dylan Thomas.

The villanelle is a highly structured poem made up of five tercets followed by a quatrain, with two repeating rhymes and two refrains. Also, If I Could Tell You (Youtube) by W.H. Auden:

Time will say nothing but I told you so, Time only knows the price we have to pay; If I could tell you I would let you know. If we should weep when clowns put on their show, If we should stumble when musicians play, Time will say nothing but I told you so. There are no fortunes to be told, although, Because I love you more than I can say, If I could tell you I would let you know. The winds must come from somewhere when they blow, There must be reasons why the leaves decay; Time will say nothing but I told you so. Perhaps the roses really want to grow, The vision seriously intends to stay; If I could tell you I would let you know. Suppose all the lions get up and go, And all the brooks and soldiers run away; Will time say nothing but I told you so? If I could tell you I would let you know.

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THIS is the cepher of the words of righteousness, and of the reproof of the Watchers, who are from eternity, according to that which he, who is holy and great, commanded in the vision. I perceived in my dream, that I was now speaking with a tongue of flesh, and with my breath, which El Elohiym has put into the mouth of men, that they might converse with it. And understand with the heart. As he has created and given to men the power of comprehending the word of understanding, so has he created and given to me the power of reproving the Watchers, the offspring of heaven. I have written your petition; and in my vision it has been shown me, that what you request will not be granted you as long as the world endures. Judgment has been passed upon you: your request will not be granted you. From this time forward, never shall you ascend into heaven; he has said, that on the earth he will bind you, as long as the world endures. But before these things you shall behold the destruction of your beloved sons; you shall not possess them, but they shall fall before you by the sword. Neither shall you entreat for them, not for yourselves; CHANOK (ENOCH) 14:1-6 את CEPHER

But you shall weep and supplicate in silence. The words of the cepher which I wrote. A vision thus appeared to me. Behold, in that vision clouds and a mist invited me; agitated stars and flashes of lightning impelled and pressed me forwards, while winds in the vision assisted my flight, accelerating my progress. They elevated me aloft to heaven. I proceeded, until I arrived at a wall built with stones of crystal. A tongue of fire surrounded it, which began to strike me with terror. Into this vibrating flame I entered; And drew nigh to a spacious habitation built also with stones of crystal. Its walls too, as well as pavement, were formed with stones of crystal, and crystal likewise was the ground. Its roof had the appearance of agitated stars and flashes of lightning; and among them were Keruviym of fire and their heaven was water. A flame burned around its walls; and its portal blazed with fire. When I entered into this dwelling, it was hot as fire and cold as ice. No trace of delight or of life was there. Terror overwhelmed me, and a fearful shaking seized me. CHANOK (ENOCH) 14:7-12 את CEPHER

Violently agitated and trembling, I fell upon my face. In the vision I looked. And behold there was another habitation more spacious, every entrance to which was open before me, erected in a vibrating flame. So greatly did it excel in all points, in glory, in magnificence, and in magnitude, that it is impossible to describe to you either the splendor or the extent of it. Its floor was on fire; above were lightnings and agitated stars, while its roof exhibited a blazing fire. Attentively I surveyed it, and saw that it contained an exalted throne; The appearance of which was like that of frost; while its circumference resembled the orb of the brilliant sun; and there was the voice of the Keruviym. CHANOK (ENOCH) 14:13-18 את CEPHER

From underneath this mighty throne rivers of flaming fire issued. To look upon it was impossible. One great in glory sat upon it: Whose robe was brighter than the sun, and whiter than snow. No angel was capable of penetrating to view the face of him, the Glorious and the Effulgent; nor could any mortal behold him. A fire was flaming around him. A fire also of great extent continued to rise up before him; so that not one of those who surrounded him was capable of approaching him, among the myriads of myriads who were before him. To him holy consultation was needless. Yet did not the sanctified, who were near him, depart far from him either by night or by day; nor were they removed from him. I also was so far advanced, with a veil on my face, and trembling. Then Yahuah with his own mouth called me, saying, Approach hither, Chanok, at my holy word. CHANOK (ENOCH) 14:19-24 את CEPHER