#like mae (may? magic's friend!)

[pyrriax]

this song is very much nyx & violet

[moonstruckme]

Sirius Black Drabbles (1/2)

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☁︎ = headcanon ✩ = 18+, mdni ♡ = mae's favs

Sirius falls in love with your cat ☁︎

Sirius with a black cat!reader ☁︎

Sirius with a shy but physically affectionate you ☁︎

Sirius x chatty!reader ☁︎

Sirius and James both like you ☁︎

Sirius and whimsical reader talk astrology ☁︎

You worry Sirius may leave you ☁︎

Sirius x coquette!reader ☁︎

Sirius x curly haired!reader dying her hair ☁︎

Sirius has a crush on you ☁︎

Sirius and snowball fights ☁︎

You paint your nails to match Sirius' (he's weak for it)

Sirius teaches you about your curly hair

You struggle with eating, and Sirius distracts you

Sirius can't get enough of you ♡

Rockstar!Sirius comes to see you after his show

Bodyguard!Sirius confesses to princess!reader

Sirius helps when you dissociate after a traumatic event

You're Sirius' biggest hype woman

You get Sirius a customized motorcycle helmet, and he's totally soft for it

Sirius lords his French (and your lack thereof) over you

You and Sirius are the poster couple of defying gender roles

Big brother!Sirius when you get beat up

Fwb!Sirius urges you to de-stress

Sirius loves you (and, secondly, your warm softness)

Sirius gets a tattoo of your name

Sirius is your (occaisionally airheaded) pretty boy

Bodyguard!Sirius saves you from a kidnapping attempt

Sirius takes care of you after a night out

Ceo!Sirius is soft only for you

Sirius gets a lesson in casual misogyny

Sirius is totally flustered by coquette!reader

Sirius finds you sleeping in his clothes

You're unsure about your Christmas gift to Sirius

You can't fathom Sirius liking you (he definitely does) ♡

Sirius thinks your scar is adorable

Sirius does secret magic tricks for whimsical!reader ♡

Sirius offers some study help when you're stressed

Sirius coddles you after you get a piercing

Sirius helps you through a panic attack | cont.

Fwb!Sirius gets a tad jealous

Player!Sirius likes that you're a red flag ♡

You and Sirius get rough in bed

Bartender!Sirius takes a liking to you ♡

You're overwhelmed by love for Sirius

You do Sirius' makeup

You're sensitive, and Sirius gives good hugs

Sirius is obsessed with your back dimples

Sirius is stern about motorcycle safety

Sirius gives you a massage

You're easily spooked and Sirius is protective

You won't admit you're mad at Sirius

Sirius hurts shy!reader's feelings

You only want Sirius when you're hurt

Prince!Sirius x princess!reader (cont. on page 2)

Prince!Sirius meets princess!reader He's your first time ☁︎✩ He flirts with you at a ball He takes you out on the town He helps you study for a dinner

Sirius is attacked by a drunk you

Sirius takes care of you when you're sick ♡

Rockstar!Sirius helps with your homesickness ♡

A buzzed Sirius takes care of you when you green out

You and Sirius talk family trauma

Sirius helps you get over your fear of dogs

You won't let Sirius touch you when you have cramps

Sirius wants you to be gentle with yourself

Sirius is enamored with whimsical!reader ♡

Sirius helps you to quit smoking weed

Plus size!you find Sirius in your clothes

You confess feverishly to fwb!Sirius ♡

Tattoo artist!Sirius gives you your first ink ♡

Big brother!Sirius comforts you after a breakup

Sirius is obsessed with your belly button piercing

Sirius helps hearing impaired!reader at a loud party

Whimsical!reader gets into a scrape with Padfoot ♡

You accidentally confess your love for your friend Sirius

Sirius reassures an inexperienced you

Bartender!Sirius steps in when you're roofied

A sleepy Sunday with Sirius

Sirius paints his nails to match your lips

Sirius patches you up

Sirius barters to get back on your good side

Sirius is obsessed with your lipstick ♡

Sirius is your neighbor, and your building's fire alarm goes off

Rockstar!Sirius is protective when your drink is spiked

Bodyguard!Sirius protects you from the cold

Sirius tries to say "I love you" (with some trial and error) ♡

Sirius pulls out all the stops to quell your migraine

You comfort Sirius after a trying day

Sirius reassures you that sex isn't shameful ✩

Doting aftercare with Sirius ✩♡

You're catching feelings for fwb!Sirius ✩ | cont ✩

Ceo!Sirius fits you into his schedule ✩

You and Sirius (lovingly) fight for dominance ✩

Sirius gets acquainted with your vibrator ✩

Sirius is your first time ✩

[rubyroboticalt]

Minecrafters grab your pickaxes, and catch up on the QBLR QUATERLY!

What's up guys, update just dropped! It sure is something to try and decipher, huh. We've got pages of new stuff to go over, so let me learn you a thing about all the events and mishaps that happened on the server this week!

Efforts are made to develop the nether, and increasing its safety. It doesn't hurt that it's pretty, too. It seems Splat has built a temple! It has beautiful greco-roman pillars with lovely blue accents, lit by lanterns with snowblossom and magic trees growing in the center. I sure hope nothing ominous happened there.

Grif and Simmons from Red vs Blue visit! Looks like they're still very good friends. Unless… dear g-d… these soldiers gay! They've gotten gay married! Pride wins! So do Naturalist collectors, who have gotten so many butterflies! And a brown panda. Autism wins!

More Nether expeditions come, with residents exploring significant chunks of the nether very quickly. The thang in the nether, currently named the angel or the bird by residents, seems curious about these expeditions.

And now, the Gubby.

A stick fighting ring pops up, where folks can PVP with sticks as the only weapon. This fight, between Neon and Qrth, occurs in the middle of the path. This isn't the only fight that happens, does anyone else smell something burning? We may be fighting the server itself very soon.

What's that? A new egg? It's Saoirse! And Splat's temple receiving some koi ponds.

And now, a reading from r/MaleLivingSpaces. Purple peeling wallpaper. Wooden tile floors. Matching wooden tile ceiling. Five windows on the rounded back wall of the room. Double bed placed directly under the center double window, with foot facing the door, going against two feng shui rules: do not put the foot end of the bed facing the door, and do not put the bed under a window. Cobwebs in the upper right corner. Massive stack of boxes on the left side of the room, taking up most of the space. Papers strewn about the floor. Lamp placed on the floor next to the bed. Papers surrounding the bed. Two mugs on the floor. Pile of ash next to the bed. Red lamp placed on cardboard box next to the door. Single torch on the floor providing the only light in the room. This has been a reading from r/MaleLivingSpaces.

The food diversity mod has been replaced with one that doesn't bug out and duplicate hearts every login, and of course residents are totally normal about it and have not invented Foodmaxxing, where they try to eat as diverse a diet as possible. If only this was possible in real life, as well.

Inc builds a mushroom room at CEL labs, a location that has not yet appeared in the news for NDA and classification reasons.

And, of course, find a new egg while having a creature party. Hi, grunk! And hi, Berry's storage room! And hi, angel's garden! Hey, the egg doesn't belong in the frying pan! Not while it's a sentient being! C'mon.

Ghostly comes back from the dead, it seems. "And in the death of her reputation did she feel truly alive" -Why She Disappeared, Taylor Swift.

I know alcoholism is fairly common due to liver disease being disabled on the server, but the alcowallism might be taking it a little too far. Please set a good example for the creatures. Wait a minute. Is that a brain baby?

Good thing an orphanage is opening! Parentless creatures and creatureless parents can now apply to be assigned family members by the Dark Magician's lackeys. I mean, the admins, who we all love and cherish. Of course. And Mae is living up to Mae's name by building a Maez. Peace.

And with that, this week of the server closes with -- Good gravy what has happened to Levlies?

[synergysilhouette]

Rewriting the Winx Club girls (just for fun)

In anticipation for season 9/the reboot of Winx Club (I've heard it being called both a continuation and a reboot, but I think Iginio said himself it was a reboot), I decided to make a post on how I'd personally rewrite the Winx girls. This isn't a "how they should've been" post, but just my own imagination. Note: I don't recall much beyond season 4, and the 4kids dub may have me messed up on some details, so lemme know if I got information wrong!

Bloom--In my reimagining, Bloom would be a shy loner, in contrast to most of the other Winx girls and the specialists. It's not that she doesn't like fashion, socializing, and having fun (as the series defines it), but she's very overwhelmed being away from her home on Earth. I'd also make it so that she IS actually descended from witches on one of her parents' sides as well as fairies; as a 4kids child, the bias against witches was much stronger than in the canon dub, and I think that creates more conflict for Bloom, especially if she herself is from Italy and the traditional view of witches is negative. I'd also make it so that she learns more about her parents via flashbacks and anecdotes from others. I'd confirm that both Oritel and Miriam are fairies, though since one of them also had witch ancestry, the match was hotly contested, and the destruction of Domino was contributed to said lineage. And it's not revealed early on that Daphne is Bloom's sister; it's just thought that she's Bloom's fairy godmother (I heard her favorite fairy tale is Cinderella, anyway) who gives her visions of Domino before it's destruction. Faragonda confirms FGs exist as a job, but is confused since Bloom describes Daphne as noncorporeal when FGs should be living, physical fairies guiding others. Bloom's witch ancestry is also what summons the dark phoenix, and the duality of Darkar and the Great Dragon helps Bloom to reconcile her fairy and witch heritage. It's also important to note that she doesn't start dating Sky until AFTER the Diaspro reveal, and Selina joins her at school, so at least she has a friend from the get-go. However, she feels A LOT of pressure on her since her bloodline carries the direct magic of the dragon flame. It's also noted that she broke up with Andy a year before the show began (I was gonna say she broke up with him RIGHT BEFORE she came to Alfea, but I thought that wouldn't make her romance with Sky realistic or stable since it began so soon after she arrived). I'd also note that before she gains control over her powers, Faragonda passes her off as a regular fire fairy, not a fairy of the dragon flame, for her own protection.

If I had to redesign her magic look, I'd make it black with multicolored elements to signify the cosmos from which the primordial dragon created the magic dimension. I'd also base her physically on Emma Stone, and I'd be curious to have Jodi Benson voice her (though Mae Whitman is my backup).

Stella--Stella is a character defined by her relationships with others. At the beginning of the series, her parents are at the tail-end of their marriage. Despite being raised to read people (both as a princess and a socialite), Stella is blissfully unaware of her parents' impending divorce, with only a few people close to her being aware of it. While she does eventually recover, it leaves her numb for a while, and sees a turning point for her character as she becomes much better at analyzing people and develops an interest in psychology. Her relationship with Brandon is also dived into, with her realizing his inferiority complex to the point where he lied to her about who he was. This puts a pause on their relationship until Stella feels secure about her emotional state and how happy her social circle makes her. And of course, her parents' new relationships (Luna with Allan and Radius with Cassandra) challenge her further, since she can't go back to the blissful ignorance she had before; she can only push forward and make new happy memories with her friends and family. It should also be noted that while eventually happy together (for a time), Radius and Luna mainly got married because Radius--despite magical ancestry--had no magic of his own, while Luna did, making her a good match to bear his heirs.

Design-wise, I'd put her in silver and gold to accommodate her being the fairy of the sun, moon and stars. She could be physically inspired by Anya Taylor-Joy and voiced by Andrea Baker.

Aisha--The iconic princess of Andros is the most athletic Winx member (so a little bit buff), as well as one of the most practical. Aisha is never officially forced into an arranged marriage with Nabu, but it's a big topic of discussion of who either of them will marry. As it turns out, she falls for him without knowing who he is and finds out that he's conveniently from a noble family. The fact that he's a wizard also helps raise his value to the royal magical family (though perhaps I'd make him a male fairy in my rewrite). It's noted that Aisha does have options, as evident by entertaining Nex and Roy's advances (though IDK how polyamory would go over in a kids' show), but Nabu is her priority. As the fairy of waves, she constantly likes to be near water, especially to communicate with her merpeople relatives (something Bloom is also excited to see, being from Earth). Aisha is seen as "half mermaid, half fairy," given her father's mer-heritage and her mother's fairy heritage, pushing her to be diplomatic for both realms. For a period, she goes by Layla, attempting to distance herself from her royal status as well as prevent suitors and unwanted nobles from finding her.

I'd keep the aqua palette she has in Bloomix for her main design, and base her appearance on SZA. I could see Cree Summer playing her.

Musa--A musical prodigy and aspiring star, but that's sadly common in Harmony, so common that the people there face discrimination for their innate musical abilities by foreigners, who see it as a magical cheat and that they have no true talent or hard work. As a result of this, Musa's father (who I'd rename Itar from "chitarra," which is Italian for guitar; Ho-Boe reminds me of the term hobo) was discouraged from music until he met her mother and she inspired him to be a musician. He had a long career before Musa was born, but his wife's death meant he lost his motivation to overcome discrimination, and as such he discouraged Musa from pursuing a musical career, going as far as leaving Melody and having Musa grow up on another planet. As such, she strives to learn more about her culture and heritage, set on becoming a muscian (she can sing and play several instruments). Riven's controlling attitude reminds her of her father, which both frustrates and comforts her--but something's gotta give. At one point on Earth, she becomes the main vocalist for Andy, Mark, and Rio's band (I'm imagining they have a pop-punk sound, taking inspiration from No Doubt, Panic @ the Disco, and Olivia Rodrigo, though they can branch out)--much to Riven's chagrin, but by this point he knows not to let his jealousy ruin their relationship.

In terms of design, I'd probably keep the red-pink colors for her transformation, but take inspiration from concert outfits like the ones worn by Katy Perry, Lady Gaga, and Beyonce. I'd base her character design on Rina Sawayama and have her voiced by Awkwafina. I'd also keep her androgynous-feminine style.

Tecna--The most practical girl of the bunch, she doesn't often let emotions get in her way, most likely because she's a cyborg (inspired by one of the dubs that claimed she was an android; there's a difference). As the third child in line for the throne (gonna keep her royal based on comics, and I wanted more winx girls to have siblings), she has flexibility with her future life goals, but is still raised to uphold Zenith's honor and glory. She often comes off as inconsiderate, but bonding with the group (and romancing the bashful Timmy) has opened her up. Her newfound emotion is met with mixed-reception back home, where such things are seen as a nuisance, but her family appreciates it, nonetheless. However, she can be reckless; given that her people are imbued with magic that gives them machine-like qualities, she often puts herself at risk because she can take it/be fixed later on. And note: her father has King Cryos' design while her mother has Magnethia's design.

Tecna is non-binary (felt like that'd be easy rep and not super contestable), physically inspired by Demi Lovato and a green distorted fairy form (at first, anyway, to sell the digital aspect). I'd want her to be voiced by Kari Wahlgren, given that I loved 4kids' British Tecna and Kari's British accent as Emma Frost.

Flora--My personal favorite Winx girl, Flora is the heart of the group (to Tecna's mind of the group). She often has sympathy for others without being naive, and comes from a more naturalistic, almost ancient culture that believes in being one with nature. As such, she occasionally clashes with Tecna, reveres Bloom (holding the power of the creator), and adores Stella, Aisha, and Musa. She's very traditional and romantic, having fallen for pacifist Helia (who I'd rewrite as a fairy, druid, or wizard who mainly uses healing/protective magic) due to shared ideals, as well as being childhood friends; they even got engaged early on, but they're waiting to graduate. Her first priority once she's done at Alphea is going to Earth with Bloom to fix the environment (which would take at least a year), and has been invited to work for the royal family thanks to her contributions to nature. Her kindness has made her popular far and wide, and she's partially credited with making Linphea fashion-forward while still maintaining cultural traditions. A lot of people seem confused about her background, and she's Latin-inspired, so it would be nice to see her area of Linphea inspired by a Latin American country.

Transformation-wise, I'd take inspiration from many flowers (real or not) such as blue-white morning glories, blue lilies, bleeding hearts, dahlias, and bat flowers. For her appearance, I'd base her off of Selena Gomez (keep the tan, though; even if we don't see Flora's Latin inspiration, we can still have skintone diversity), and I'd want her VA to be Maria Canals-Barrera.

Roxy--Surprise! I wasn't gonna include Roxy, but I thought why not? MAJOR overhaul, though; first off, I'd give her a different name (personal preference), perhaps Ariel. Plus her story is Bloom 2.0 in a few ways. In any case, after Bloom--a powerful fairy--is discovered on Earth, a planet previously thought to be abandoned by fairies, scouts are sent to investigate, eventually discovering Ariel. She is hesitant to leave Earth, particularly her father, boyfriend (not every guy has to go to Red Fountain), and her mother's grave. Here, the Earth fairies are mostly gone for good, with the Wizards of the Dark Circle becoming deity-like legends for villainous characters, though I'd probably make one or two of them fairies to show that even fairies can be evil. Ariel also keeps her powers under wraps, being suspicious and the opposite of Bloom--who was desperate to know her heritage--not exactly keen on her new life of danger. But she gets along with Flora, Musa, and Aisha eventually, as well as seeing new animal life.

I'm COMPLETELY changing her design since she looks like she could be Tecna's sister; I'd take the opportunity to make her Pacific Islander or Native American (I'm thinking USA or Canadian) instead--though I will note this removes her Arthurian and Irish inspiration, unfortunately--and I'd give her an orange transformation look (since Stella's no longer using it). I'd base her off of either Amber Midthunder or Auli'i Cravalho (though with a deeper tan in either case) and have her voiced by either Kiawentiio Tarbell or Auli'i herself.

Lemme know what you think or if you have any questions! I may do the specialists next.

[soupthecoolest]

CnD!

alright! so CnD, or "Creation and Destruction" is my homebrew "dnd" campaign!! i have dnd in quotes just cause. well my autism got too strong and i made an entire handbook with my own mechanics LMAO so it's really it's own Thing at this point. which is super cool n fun. after everything's been wrapped up i might publish that handbook but WE SHALL SEE.

anyway CnD is my own personal excuse to make my friends rp with me and my crazy ocs. SO.

it all started when the 11 party members crashed on the beach in a town they'd never seen before. looked totally normal until at the end of the first session they found a portal!

jumping in, that just... kept happening. small adventure, portal, repeat. with no end in sight. as the party began questioning why all this was happening, they met these two little FREAKS named mayhem and maelstrom. (i'll add all refs i have below!!)

anyway mae n may mentioned an elusive “She” that they’re working for, which led my players down an insane conspiracy rabbit hole in which they guessed 90% of hullabaloo’s vibe based on a PRONOUN. ONE PRONOUN I DROPPED I CAN’T TELL THESE MFS ANYTHING

next, they met pandemonium, (@weedsmokingbfs's oc!!! owe you my life muppy) who told them that: these portals aren't taking them place to place, it's transporting them around purgatory. and they've all died.

since then it's been up to the party to navigate their purpose, how to escape, all of it.

then they met bedlam, who explained to them this crazy prophecy and the reason they're all trapped there, which connects to a decision he made 800 years earlier.

enter callie.

my god this is so much to explain IM CRAZY ok. so callie and dee (@percexe) had been meeting in the void for centuries. he'd see callie there when he died and never knew why. 2 idiots had an unspoken pact to not talk about their pasts, but boy they should've!

it would've revealed that callie is actually named chaos, and directly related to all the other crazy clowns they'd meet across the campaign.

they're called the Story, the main 6 pantheon of gods i've set up in this universe! so we've got (in order of like. "hierarchy")

mayhem and maelstrom: gods of war and balance (he/they)

pandemonium: trickster god of illusion (he/it)

bedlam: god of magic and prophecy (he/him)

hullabaloo: goddess of joy, day, and spontaneity (she/her)

chaos: goddess of narration, night, and tradition (she/he)

the Story are basically the worlds most fucked up family, all considering each other brother and sister. in the beginning they were fine, but as time went on things just naturally got more and more messed, and now everything is just a nightmare

chaos and hullabaloo are kinda a tier above the rest of the story, part of their own subset called the Storytellers.

hullabaloo wanted more power and betrayed chaos, trapping her in the void for eternity, as she wanted to rule the universe herself. which all circles back to how callie met dee.

in the void, chaos didn't feel like himself and took on the name calypso, which is how she introduced herself to dee once they met.

and nobody found out anything out of a series of insane miscommunications and lack of info! what fun!

but now in the campaign timeline, everyone's basically caught up. we've finished the first season and are heading into the second in a couple weeks!!! also excuse if this feels rushed at all it's because it is <3 LMFAO there's just so much with CnD, this barely scratches the surface.

there's so much i couldn't cover here like the prophecy binding the party to purgatory, bedlam's entire role in that, the mages, etc. we're like 25 sessions in and so far i've planned 40 more. i am SO normal!!!!

PLEASEEE ask about it if you're curious!! im so insane about my campaign it is my pride and joy :]]

in order there: hullabaloo, chaos, bedlam, pandemonium, and mayhem and maelstrom! ART CREDS for pandemonium and may&mae refs @weedsmokingbfs !!! once more muppy i owe u all my beans

[stacytea]

Let me drop some ideas that I haven't been able to kick out of my head lately

there we go

1 ) muchacho

so I've been casually doing my lessons on duolingo , when suddenly I've been blessed with this word being brought back around. Since my last encounter with this word had been while watching the movie ,,Coco" my brain quickly brrrrrrrrred and what came out of it is:

kindnap family in spanish

and yes I could say here how much I would love to see them in a setting similar to that one episode of ofmd where we have Jim's backstory and everyone is just so badass

but the truth is

what I desire is just to read a spanish fic where Mae calls teenage Elros muchacho , like idk , it's cute and feels like something Mae would say. Sure english ,kid' is nice

but muchacho @everyone

idk I've just grown to like this word a lot

basically could've just shortened it to ,Mae calling Elros muchacho' , but I'm in the mood for some ramble

2 ) ,,She stole his dog and dyed it key lime green" (from ,,The Last Great American Dynasty" by Taylor Swift")

so another idea that I bring to the table today is my favourite line from my favourite song (yes, I'm a swiftie)

now everyone close your eyes and imagine it with

Irissë

Celery

& Huan

basically story happens back in Valinor when they're still young and having fun

imagine Irissë getting angry at Tyelko because he's a dumbass (affecionate) or just wanting to mess with him or trying to win a bet with someone or whatever reason

just let's have it result with her stealing Huan for a day or a night and

KEY LIME GREEN HUAN!!!!!

by Irissë

and then Tyelko sees it the next day and falls down crying because ,,NOOOOOOO, NOOOOOOO , EVERYTHING & EVERYONE , BUT NOT HUAN, NOOOOOOO; IT SHOULD'VE BEEN ONE OF MY BROTHERS IRISSË! WHY NOT MAGLOR IRISSË?! "

(confused Maglor in the background)

two days later Celery is still trying to wash the dye off of his dearest friend ; ,,how could she do it to you? *crying intensifies

Note: no magical dog was hurt during these happenings ~ Huan didn't really mind this short change in looks

3 ) Argon and golden ribbons

here I just drop an image of little Argon braiding some stolen from Fingon golden ribbons into his hair because he wants to be like his big brother

and Fingon sees it and just melts

and this is because these moments where he feels like the big brother he is are so rare , mainly because he personally radiates this kind of younger sibling energy

Irissë treats him almost as if they were twins (they have very similar personalities and both of them are secretly dating a fëanorian cousin, just so many things in common between them) , Turgon basically took over being the oldest siblingTM in this family and he may not have told him that it's because he sucks at being an eldest brother figure, but Fingon doesn't need him to voice these thoughts to be aware of them

so yeah, Turgon steals the older brother vibe while Irissë and Fingon just vibe the younger sibling vibe together, but then Argon appears in the picture....

and by that time Fingon has grown up enough to pass the big bro vibe check

so Argon does acknowledge him as the big brother

and Argon wants to be like him

and Argon braids golden ribbons into his hair to look like him

and Argon looks up to him for all of his childhood and even a little longer

and then adult Argon follows him at Alqualondë

and Argon gets doomed

and Argon dies

and it's all because of him

and Fingon might've never agreed with Turgon's overall opinion of him not being a good older brother , but as he looks at his little brother's dead body he wonders

he wonders if Turgon might be right

(okay, enough angst for today)

(or is it?)

4 ) ,,Marjorie" by Taylor Swift

and as much as this whole song gives me the vibe of adult Elrond in Lindon reminiscing his fëanorian upbringing (don't get me started on the angst of him not being allowed to speak about his childhood openly because ,,wdym you consider those MURDERERS your parents alongside your actual parents?????? Oh you poor traumatised thing!!!!!" )

anyway

let me focus here on the

,,The autumn chill that wakes me up/ [...] / Long limbs and frozen swims/ You'd always go past where our feet could touch"

part

like

let's think about these autumn days that are awfully cold in the morning , but then at noon it's almost as warm as during cooler summer days

now let's imagine Mae taking E&E to a nearby lake , so they can learn/practice swimming

(I imagine Mae would consider swimming a potentially important survival-enabling skill and deem it important for E&E to learn it)

ofc they would have to bring a small troop with them because it's apocaliptic end of first age Beleriand and there are orcs everywhere , but still Mae bringing the kids to the lake would be a very fun ,cherished moment for all of them. Mae being tall and going far from the shore, Elros always trying to follow him without caring that water gets too deep for him, Maglor seeing this and having a heart attack Maglor repeatedly telling Elros not to go past where his feet can touch. Elros going anyway, because Maedhros is there, so even if something happens, it's not like he's gonna die dad Mae would save him. Maglor forbiding Mae from taking them to the lake because this little shit Elros is a menace to himself Mae secretly taking them to the lake anyways because ,,they NEED to know how to swim, Mags , you don't understand , what if they DIE someday due to not knowing how to swim????'' let me quote the song again ,,The autumn chill that wakes me up/ [...] / Long limbs and frozen swims'' Mae waking them up early, so they can leave before his little brother is up; and it's still quite early when they arrive at the lake, so the water is freezing And then, centuries later, in Lindon it's just Elrond and these memories because the rest of the family is dead, gone, dead

[nova-friends]

Authors Update

Hey everyone. E here. It’s been.....a long while hasn’t it? haha time flies and it feels like yesterday I was hurriedly trying my best to answer all the questions to filled my inbox in character. haha good times. 

I’m not going to lie. Coming back to this project is hard. Conflicting. On the one hand this was really the first work I poured everything into and made me feel like an author. A real life author and kinda reignited my love for writing which had been on and off for a time before that. The Star vs show came at a pretty hard point in my life and gave me...purpose for lack of a better word. and you were all so wonderful and supportive and loving of my work that may have not been my finest hour haha. I still have most if not all your lovely art work btw. Saved right on a sd card on my phone. It mean a lot to me and I met my best friend and so many other wonderful people because of this fandom!

But, on the other hand, let’s not pretend what ended up happening. The fandom grew toxic, bitter, Angry. and what was once a fun awesome place became. Bad. And honestly the show for me got really bad halfway through season 3 and onto 4. But that’s me if you enjoyed it awesome! I’m happy for you! honest.

I’m modest to a fault. I never really wanna sing my praises. I’m not a fan of the spotlight. I am just a man who loves to write who got really lucky and I will treasure that forever. I didn’t think people still remembered little old E and his story all these years later. But a good friend of mine (thank you staryu) reminded me that for all my modesty, my little silly story did mean something to some people even now. And I realized that’s a writer’s dream. to have a story touch so many people’s hearts even if you don’t read my stuff nowadays *it’s good i promise haha sorry I promised mae I’d promote myself more* 

I don’t think I will ever finish Nova vs. there’s a lot of baggage here and honestly I’ve moved on to other stuff, keeping my love of writing burning strong! :) 

but I don’t want to leave you fans who still remember this humble little story in the dark. It doesn’t seem fair. 

So I will be making a post, maybe a few, on how the story was going to go, to conclude, what I had planned. Basically the story as i envisioned it. I think that is a good way to put this chapter of my life to a close. 

I don’t know when I’m gonna post it. It is a lot after all haha kinda. but hopefully soon. 

So thank you from the bottom of my heart. You reminded me how much I love writing and how much i missed it. You showed me a rare gift of being a writer and I will never forget it. and i will always appreciate it. I hope after all these years later you’re all doing good. and, as a special treat, here’s a secret I’ve been hiding for a long time. Enjoy and have a great week! You got this.

Nova’s hearts aren’t her magical mark. Shocking I know haha. I always planned for Nova to love and look up to star so much, to put her up on this pedestal so high that there was no way Nova could escape its shadow. All my stories have a central theme to it and Nova’s was being who you are. True to yourself. I think that’s why so many of you well resonated with it. Everyone wants to know who they are. 

And believe it or not a few people actually knew this. My good friend mangos i mentioned a few times, mae of course and the lovely @hipster-rapunzel

she actually drew some awesome concept art for Nova’s real magic mark. 

When I first did the 50th chapter yay milestone, I hadn’t put a lot of thought into the full story cuz i wasn’t expecting it to blow up like it did. When you all wanted more i sat down and really started fleshing out the story itself. What was the big theme of Nova? what was the story about.  I really did not want to retell star vs. 

So i took my whole I can’t complete with this show and gave it to Nova. 

That’s why Nova couldn’t dip down. I believe that to dip down you have to be true to yourself, who you were. Eclispa was powerful because she never denied who she was. Why Star grew stronger and stronger. and why nova couldn’t. and why Glossy says ���you’re not nova butterfly.” because she was trying to be Star not herself. 

Halfway through the story Nova would be force to dip down but it goes pretty badly and she loses one of her hearts. Eventually it gets replaced by a single line that does not form in the story (that way you can come up with your own ideas) but it ends up being a treble clef (it’s a music thing. Shocking coming from me) haha 

Also I didn’t know when I would finish the story if ever and i knew by the time i did possibly finish someone might’ve claimed the treble clef mark cuz everyone was doing fankids at the time. 

So that’s the first fun fact of nova. Seriously I hope you are all doing good and thank you for everything

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i'm not letting you sleep on the floor + boom! comics mmpr; Bulk (I am not choosy about which version)

Nothing's What It Appears

The proof is in the pudding, as they say, and when push came to shove, when all the chips were down, Bulk discovered his true greatness. Though others often treated him as ‘stupid’ and ‘lazy’ and ‘obnoxious’, he was anything but those degrading adjectives. In retrospect, his atrocious behavior and commentary did nothing to persuade otherwise.

He could see that now, when such matters were the last thing on anyone’s mind.

Bulk always aspired to greatness or fame or heroism as if they were his birthrights. He wanted to be noticed, to stand out, to be special. Which he’d succeeded in doing, just not the way he envisioned in his fantasies. The bully often stared out the windows in the wide blue yonder, his brain galivanting off on magical quests where he, and he alone, was able to slay the monsters, rescue the fair damsel, and return to a parade of accolades and admiration.

His grades certainly suffered for it, though in actuality, Bulk was quite intelligent. He loved history even if he couldn’t say such a statement out loud. His friends would tease him mercilessly for being ‘nerdy’. Oddly enough, not one would dare make a pithy comment regarding the teen’s larger frame as they might a less terrifying individual.

That was one thing that Farkas was secretly ashamed of, his weight having been a touchy subject most of his life. As a child, he’d always carried a little more ‘cushioning’ as his mom called it and there was not a thing wrong with a squishy, pinchable little boy. His grandmother, when she came to visit on holidays, typically Thanksgiving and Christmas, when one was SUPPOSED to enjoy the abundance of delicious food, would look at her grandson and just shake her head.

“Mae, that child needs to go on a diet! He’s almost as big as a house!” she’d scold, while Bulk sat awkwardly at the table, dinner plate waiting before him. “How’s he ever supposed to…”

The pair would argue loudly, garnering the attention of everyone else present and the embarrassed Farkas would feel their eyes looking at him with disgust before surveying the contents and the amounts on his plate with judgement.

Even if he was absolutely starving, Bulk’s appetite would fly the coop and he’d quietly excuse himself from the table only to disappear to his room to sob in secret.

To his mother, food was love and sure, he loved to eat the food she prepared.

“Just for you, sweetie!” she’d coo.

The growing weight only exacerbated his insecurities, the type that most everyone suffered from in childhood. Even then, Bulk would spend hours pouring over his collection of comics, along with Skull, who couldn’t afford such frivolities. Spiderman, Batman, the Flash, Iron Man, the Hulk… all sporting ripped abs and mountainous biceps.

‘Whoever heard of a fat superhero,’ Farkas glumly realized. ‘There’s no super cool suit to wear unless you’re built like a Greek statue…’

Skull would gamely pat his hand, at such times leaving his cheeky observations and wit on the back burner. He truly meant what he told Bulk and he meant it with reverence as someone of his particular build could be snapped like a twig.

“Don’t worry, Bulky! If any bad guys tried to take over, you’d could just sit on them! Smash ‘em into the dirt!”

That wasn’t the fighting style of his daydreams… and was certainly never depicted in the comics. Or movies.

Just cartoons and just for making fun of a character.

It was bullshit…

He was tired of being referred to as ‘fat ass’, husky, stout, ‘pig’ and a variety of other wounding descriptors.

Perhaps he just wasn’t cut out to be a hero. Maybe he didn’t deserve to stand out or be special…

When Tommy transferred to Angel Grove High, Bulk had attempted to assert his authority and put the surly teen in his place from the jump. Of course, that went over like a brick wall with the new student unleashing a torrent of curses and insults, may of which the bully had never even heard before.

“If you get in my face again, you fat tub of shit, I swear to all fuck that I will butcher you like they do pigs at market,” Oliver whispered, voice eerily growing calm and his eyes pooling creepy flood of black where Bulk had been sure they’d been hazel.

And this was all way before he’d gotten any possessed coin.

The fucking dick only continue to grow worse, a hateful, spiteful, unfeeling demon masquerading as human. Eventually, he’d sunk his fangs gums deep in Jason and his little cluster of dorks. Bulk thought the group of friends to be annoying and enjoyed pestering them, but this shit was off the charts.

Skull was sure that Tommy was a serial killer or would eventually become one, explaining to Bulk and their assorted crew that the other teen was seriously messed up in the head.

“Oliver’s the type to keep his victims locked in his basement until he tires of them,” Eugene whispered, glancing over as said teen stood at his locker, back to them. “And keep body parts as souvenirs. Stay the fuck away from him!”

The Skullovitch’s lived in the same neighborhood as the Oliver’s and the lanky teen shared with his best all the wild, crazy shit that went on over at their house: the abusive, loud alcoholic father, screeching, slutty looking mother, and Tommy giving as good as he got at times and at others blankly giving in to his punishments.

Every goddamn day it was something with that prick though…

Usually, Tommy would be swinging fists and brawling with Jason up and down the hall or he’d decide it was Zack’s turn to be his punching bag. Bulk was sure he was behind the rumor that Kimberly had been seen sucking Jason’s dick in the locker room at the Youth Center, landing both teens in the counselor’s office. He’d heard from Sharkie that Tommy had even tried to plant drugs in their lockers, but fortunately hadn’t been successful.

Even Matthew Cook tried to step in and intervene between this dervish and the other teens and ended up with a black eye, split lip, and a detention to show for it.

Bulk wished he were brave enough to throw Oliver into a locker, toss him in a trash can where he belonged. That was his new fantasy, throwing himself between that asshole and Jase and his pals. He’d bloody Tommy’s face and force him to apologize for his bullshit in front of everyone!

Oh, how he wished!

Then the day came that Skull, scrawny, boney-butt Skull, went one on one with the Green Ranger, saving the Blue Ranger from certain death by shoving the evil monster from the second floor of the mall. It had all been caught on tape and was played on the news for weeks.

Bulk crowed from the rooftops how proud he was of his best friend, and he truly was. He just wished he’d been there, been brave enough to do such a dumbass thing. Skull didn’t seem to like the attention all that much and shied away from the spotlight, something Farkas couldn’t understand.

But little did he know he’d get his chance to be a hero. He’d get more than one as would Eugene…

The time came when he and Skull saved Jason from Tommy’s punk-ass sneak attack at the Youth Center. Sure, they hadn’t went toe to toe with the nutty fuck, but he hadn’t gotten to Jase and that’s what mattered. The dark-haired teen wouldn’t discuss why he and Oliver were at odds and seemed shaken up that he’d been lying in wait for him.

However, it seemed that for no apparent reason Tommy eventually turned his wrath on Skull. And that was just not going down on Bulk’s watch.

Eugene had seemed more distant than usual, though he denied anything was amiss. Farkas had no way of knowing that the smaller boy had discovered the Rangers’ identities and had started a budding relationship with Billy, the Blue Ranger. Of course, Skull wanted to spend more and more time with his boyfriend, the pair meeting in secret and enjoying something that was just theirs.

That all changed when he discovered the bruise to Skull’s shoulder, left when Tommy paid him a visit, viciously shoving the smaller teen down in his own bedroom.

“Where the hell you’d get that battle wound, Ranger Rescuer,” Bulk teased, pointing to the dusky purple marring the pale skin.

“Ehhh… I dunno. Don’t remember.”

He was obviously lying, his grey eyes looking everywhere but his friend’s face. They were sitting in the lunchroom at school, the loud laughing and razzing of other students had nearly drowned out Skull’s lackluster response.

“Bullshit, buddy! Who hurt you? Cause I’m gonna beat the brakes off ‘em!”

“I don’t want to talk about it, Bulky. I’m fine! Can we just drop it?” Eugene whimpered.

But Bulk caught Skull glancing in Oliver’s direction, the venomous asshole seated at a table on the far side of the room, alone of course.

“It was him, wasn’t it! He hurt you! What the fuck is his problem?”

Pushing back from the table, he was on fire now. Skull scrambled to grab Bulk’s leather jacket, trying to pull him back down, pleading for him not to go over there, it wasn’t fucking worth it!

“Nah, this shit has gone on long enough! He’s never putting hands on you again, Skull!”

But before he could make his way over to where Tommy sat, the long-haired teen, with no apparent reason or trigger, shoved away from his lunch, darted across the lunchroom, and began pummeling Jason, grabbing him from behind by his hair and yanking him backward off his stool. Jase hit the floor hard and his head bounced off the tile, leaving a bright red streak to Bulk’s horror.

Laying there, Jason could only attempt defensive techniques as Zack, Billy, Trini, and Kimberly ran around to jump on Tommy’s back.

Then here came Bulk, like a charging bull, steaming issuing from his nostrils as he too grabbed a handful of hair, twisting Tommy’s head and neck painfully and pulling hard. Long strands came away with a sickening ripping sound and the green clad teen shrieked in fury, hands going to his scalp and abandoning Jason’s blood-covered face.

The whole lunchroom erupted, some students screaming in fear, others cheering and whooping at Oliver finally getting a come-uppance. It took several teachers and Mr. Kaplan to put an end to the wild free-for-all and it didn’t escape their notice that ALL the blows were directed at Tommy. Of course, fighting was an automatic detention for everyone involved no matter their role.

Jason ended up going to the nurse’s office and from there his worried and angry parents picked him up and took him to the emergency room to get checked out. Tommy’s parents never even answered their phone, not for the school nor the Scotts, who were discussing pressing charges and getting protective orders.

Not that they had enough time for everything to progress at all.

A short time later, Jason destroyed the Sword of Darkness, Tommy made his vile decision, and monsters roamed the earth in numbers the Rangers were unable to manage. The city nearly emptied, as citizens fled in terror. But things got much, much worse….

Just when they thought they were turning a corner, close to gaining the upper hand, they were brutally disappointed, shocked into near catatonic states at the sight of a bloody, shattered red Tyranno helmet and the hateful asshole bedecked in new colors.

Bulk had been there that day, trying his best to gather everyone he could find, to get them somewhere safe. Skull was at his shoulder, his nimble frame crawling into crumbling buildings and nearly smashed flat vehicles, searching for survivors.  Trying to find a place to go, they’d ended up with ringside seats to Ascension Day (Ass-cention Day as Skull dubbed it later). Clearly, they’d taken a wrong turn.

“Rangers!” a voice boomed. “Take a look at what’s become of your precious leader!”

Holding the helmet before them, the others stared in disbelief, unable to defend themselves from a barrage of blows and strikes.

“Geez o’fuck, Bulky! Whoever that is killed the Red Ranger! We’re screwed!”

Bulk didn’t answer, watching this newest Ranger twirl as if on a runway in Milan. That voice was familiar.

“I know that voice, Skull!”

Now the floodgates opened. It didn’t matter anymore…

“It’s fucking Oliver, Bulk! That fucking dick motherfucker was the Green Ranger and now he’s… I don’t even fucking know! But Jason’s dead!” he screamed in anguish.

Neither teen nor anyone else noticed the group of putties carrying a severely injured, unconscious Jason Scott into a large transportation pod. It would be decades before the truth was revealed.

Once the dust had settled and he’d assured himself that all the people in his charge had been properly assessed and fed, did Bulk consider thinking about caring for his own needs. His grimy, tattered shirt clung to the sweat-sticky skin of his back, making him itch, and his was streaked with dark, sooty smudges. Mentally and physically he was drained.

Leaning against the wall in a darkened corridor, illuminated only by a small flashlight, Bulk finally allowed himself to cry. The tears tracked in smeary trickles down his full cheeks and hung suspended from lips and chin.

‘This can’t be happening. It can’t be real!’

The remaining Rangers were nestled in his care, carefully tucked into cots in a large conference room of the abandoned facility. They rarely spoke or even responded, so shocked and traumatized by the unexpected turn of events that they merely behaved like dolls or small frightened toddlers.

Besides Kimberly, who spit fire and venom, all the while still sobbing, threats and curses and promises of vengeance filling the air until she’d finally fallen into an exhausted slumber.

How could he have known the Power Rangers were so close? It all made sense now. Oliver’s vicious and unpredictable temperament, the other teens’ frequent disappearances, and unexplained injuries of the past. No wonder Tommy had been obsessing over Jason; the Green Ranger was out to murder the Red…

During the dangerous trek to safety, Skull confessed every damn thing and pleaded forgiveness. To which Bulk replied that was silly, of course he wasn’t angry or going to hold it against him. None of that meant jack-shit now. And his relationship with Billy wasn’t all that surprising, considering all the clues he’d glossed over in ignorance.

Now, Jason was dead, the Rangers near catatonic and almost without all the power coins, and that fucking dick bitch was hunting them down. How the fuck were they going to avoid him forever? There was no way!

“But he’s not getting the others, not no way, not no how! Or Eugene… He’ll have to go through me!” he hissed through his muffled cries.

‘Like that will be hard for him, doofus! He has two fucking coins and he took Jason out! How are you even the slightest threat to this ‘Lord Drakkon’?’

But he was determined to try.

Footsteps echoing down the hall caught his attention and he quickly ran his hands over his reddened, tear covered face, not caring that the darkness would hide most of the evidence.

“You alright, Bulky?”

Skull gingerly moved toward him, his flashlight bobbing as he walked.

“Why are you hiding out down here?”

Farkas sighed and sucked back a deluge of snot. His friend waited patiently, knowing the other teen needed time to process his scattered thoughts.

“Well, Skull, compared to everyone else, I’m fine. I got lucky, just a few minor cuts and bumps,” he grunted, pulling himself off the wall. “I just needed a minute to think. Like its going to make a damn bit of difference.”

“It might.”

“How? How is it going to change anything that’s happened?” Bulk suddenly yelled, unable to stifle his emotions any longer.

Skull spread his arms, the beam from the flashlight wildly arcing along the paint chipped walls.

“I’ll tell you how, buddy! It might make a difference for them,” he argued, pointing back along the hall towards where the survivors hunkered down. “So far, no one else has had grand ideas or has been capable of making a decision about one goddamn thing! Only you!”

The blonde hung his head as he listened to Eugene’s rant.

“Even the Rangers can’t do any of that right now! YOU gathered all of us, YOU got us around Fuckwad’s goons, YOU decided where we needed to get to and got us here, YOU even triaged and treated injuries, YOU cooked a massive meal, YOU, YOU, YOU!”

Wanting to shake the larger teen in annoyance, Skull hissed through clenched teeth.

“You are so BRAVE!”

At that, Bulk’s cheeks colored for a different reason.

“You really think I’m brave, Skully?” he whispered. “I’m no superhero, I don’t have special powers. I’m just a fat, loud-mouthed, smart-ass punk…”

“All that shit doesn’t matter to a hill of beans! Powers and secret identities and superheroes! Look what happened to our friends, the Rangers!” His voice dropped lest it carry back to the demoralized teens.

“Drakkon TOOK their special powers, he KILLED Jason, the goddamn Red fucking Power Ranger! He’s evil and crazy and he’s not going to stop until he gets all the other Rangers too! We’ve gotta be crazier and smarter than him, Bulk! Or we are all FUCKED!” Skull yelled, gripping Bulk’s shoulders now.

“We NEED someone like you, we’re counting on you!” he continued. “So, let’s go lick our wounds in private, then you and I will work together to get everyone as far from that psycho as possible.”

Stepping back, he noted the slumped shoulders and weary features just visible under the flashlight’s glow.

“But first, you have to get some rest, Bulk, or you’re gonna fall right over,” he decided. “Come on, this way.”

Taking his friend’s elbow, Eugene led the way to another room off the corridor. There was a bed with a small side table, a chest of drawers, and a hospital-style curtain divider.

“This is the last bed open and you’re taking it, pal.”

Bulk blinked, his green eyes scratchy with exhaustion and strain.

“What about you, Skull? I’m not letting you sleep on the floor!”

“Who said I was going to sleep?” Eugene asked, though it wasn’t a question. “Someone’s going to need to keep watch. I’ll grab my 40 winks later. Now get your ass in that bed and don’t sass me.”

“Alright, mom..” Bulk deadpanned, too tired to argue further.

Skull was right. About a lot of things really. And that wasn’t something he could normally claim as fact. Clearly the ramifications of Lord Drakkon’s birth and possession of not one, but two coins tied to this mysterious ‘Grid’ Skull described from he remembered of Billy’s explanation, were going to be vast and far reaching. He couldn’t verbalize it accurately, but Bulk could feel the very atmosphere, the ground beneath his feet, the air circulating the blue and green ball of mud, were twisting and writhing as if in death throes, gasping and grunting as all faded to nothingness.

[traeumenvonbuechern]

My Trans Rights Readathon TBR

Infatuation. Reincarnation. Damnation.

Gem Echols is a nonbinary Seminole teen living in the tiny town of Gracie, Georgia. Known for being their peers’ queer awakening, Gem leans hard on charm to disguise the anxious mess they are beneath. The only person privy to their authentic self is another trans kid, Enzo, who’s a thousand long, painful miles away in Brooklyn.

But even Enzo doesn’t know about Gem’s dreams, haunting visions of magic and violence that have always felt too real. So how the hell does Willa Mae Hardy? The strange new girl in town acts like she and Gem are old companions, and seems to know things about them they’ve never told anyone else.

When Gem is attacked by a stranger claiming to be the Goddess of Death, Willa Mae saves their life and finally offers some answers. She and Gem are reincarnated gods who’ve known and loved each other across lifetimes. But Gem – or at least who Gem used to be - hasn’t always been the most benevolent deity. They’ve made a lot of enemies in the pantheon—enemies who, like the Goddess of Death, will keep coming.

It’s a good thing they’ve still got Enzo. But as worlds collide and the past catches up with the present, Gem will discover that everyone has something to hide.

"Ich weiß, dass du Angst hast. Aber diese Angst könnte verhindern, dass wir etwas richtig Gutes erleben"

Lark Winters größter Traum ist es, Autor*in zu werden. Aber dey erhält eine Agenturabsage nach der anderen. Zu jung, zu queer, zu emotional - niemand will die Relevanz der Geschichte für nichtbinäre Menschen wie Lark erkennen. Doch als plötzlich ein Tweet von Lark über unerwiderte Liebe viral geht, ist deren Traum zum Greifen nah. Endlich bekommt Lark die Aufmerksamkeit, die dey sich die ganze Zeit gewünscht hat. Einziges Problem: Lark hat den Tweet nie geschrieben! Er stammt eigentlich von Larks ehemals bestem Freund Kasim, der seit einem Jahr nicht mehr wirklich mit demm redet. Lark muss sich entscheiden: einen Traum leben, der auf einer Lüge basiert, oder herausfinden, was hinter Kasims Tweet steckt und was mit ihrer Freundschaft passiert ist ...

Three years ago, Alice spent one night in an abandoned house with her friends, Ila and Hannah. Since then, Alice’s life has spiraled. She lives a haunted existence, selling videos of herself for money, going to parties she hates, drinking herself to sleep. Memories of that night torment Alice, but when Ila asks her to return to the House, to go past the KEEP OUT sign and over the sick earth where teenagers dare each other to venture, Alice knows she must go. Together, Alice and Ila must face the horrors that happened there, must pull themselves apart from the inside out, put their differences aside, and try to rescue Hannah, whom the House has chosen to make its own. Cutting, disruptive, and darkly funny, Tell Me I’m Worthless is a vital work of trans fiction that examines the devastating effects of trauma and how fascism makes us destroy ourselves and each other.

When seventh-grader Ash, his crush Eleanor, and their friends are transported to a girls-only imaginary world, Ash must come to terms with the fact that he may actually be a transgender girl. Full of wonder, humor, and heart, Girl Haven is the newest original story from the author of Lumberjanes.

Three years ago, Ash's mom, Kristin, left home and never came back. Now, Ash lives in the house where Kristin grew up. All of her things are there. Her old room, her old clothes, and the shed, where she spent her childhood creating a fantasy world called Koretris.

Ash knows all about Koretris: how it's a haven for girls, with no men or boys allowed, and filled with fanciful landscapes and creatures. When Ash's friends decide to try going to Koretris, using one of Kristin's spellbooks, Ash doesn't think anything will happen. But the spell works, and Ash discovers that the world Kristin created is actually a real place, with real inhabitants and very real danger.

But if Koretris is real, why is Ash there? Everyone has always called Ash a boy. Ash uses he/him pronouns. Shouldn't the spell have kept Ash out? And what does it mean if it let Ash in?

I no longer recommend this author's books.

Laced with romance, gothic imagery, Catholic mysticism, diaspora, and horror…

When lonely transgender exorcist, Colin Hart, finds himself challenged by an unruly haunted house in Gideon, Colorado, he’s kept awake by ghosts, demons, ghouls, and the handsome nonbinary owner of the house, Bishop Martínez.

Unlike the simple hauntings Colin is accustomed to, Bishop’s house is a living beacon, attracting a plethora of inhuman creatures, including a vengeful wolf-headed spirit who might be the key to quieting their sleepless nights.

But as a heartbreaking mystery unravels, Colin comes face-to-face with the past Bishop tried to bury, opens a closet full of bloody skeletons, and trips into an accidental romance.

As paranormally skilled as Colin might be, this particular haunting may be too messy for him to handle…

A groundbreaking memoir about being a trans teen, in the vein of FUN HOME and FLAMER... and at the same time entirely its own.

Lewis has a few things to say to his younger teen self. He knows she hates her body. He knows she's confused about who to snog. He knows she's really a he and will ultimately realize this... but she's going to go through a whole lot of mess (some of it funny, some of it not funny at all) to get to that point. Lewis is trying to tell her this... but she's refusing to listen.

In WELCOME TO ST. HELL, author-illustrator Lewis Hancox takes readers on the hilarious, heartbreaking, and healing path he took to make it past trauma, confusion, hurt, and dubious fashion choices in order to become the man he was meant to be. It's a remarkable, groundbreaking graphic memoir from an unmistakably bold new voice in comics.

[thaiamulet-us]

Mae Per + Goddess Kali Powerful Thai Amulet

Mae Per + Goddess Kali Powerful Thai Amulet

Magic item attraction love spell ,improve your life protection from misfortune By Lp Kruba Kampeng

Attract a lover , Attract money, Attract business, Make your lover come to you, Controlling and commanding build rapport quickly and easily for several different purposes, namely to attract manifold blessings of good luck, love, health and wealth. • The user will become invulnerable to all sorts of weapons wielded by aggressors and enemies. • You will be protected from bombs, psychic attack, and black magick and acquire unexpected magickal strength and power. • Your charisma would increase and you would appear more attractive. You will find things running smoothly for you. • Cleanse and purify yourself of all negative energies/forces and have a powerful magnetic aura and thus a brighter future.

  This empowered item contains the magical abilities of a powerful amulet, and is an extremely beneficial the Thai occult amulet that will enable you to improve your life financially and spiritually. The Goddess Kali + Mae Per will utilize its powers to provide you with great protection from misfortune, and will also help you to attract wealth and prosper in your career. If you may feel that your house has come under the attack of evil powers, black magic spells, witchraft etc , Then this The + Mae Per powerful is very strong and will destroy all evil affects that are in your house Additionally, once the power of the amulet is activated, you will also begin to notice that those you interact with will trust you more, and your authoritative presence will also be further developed. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Mae Per : is an effigy in the form of a woman sitting in the act of giving birth, Fertility and the magic of the female entwined with the magic of producing life through pain and blood, which represents the great sacrifice of a Mother to give up her blood, body and mind to her children and those she loves. In the Khmer belief, it is held that the Mae per Deity is the greatest form of Metta with great power to win over your enemies to friends, attract customers, and admirers of both sexes. She is also possessed with the Hoeng Prai Spirit which has power to convince the ruling devas of the Gambling Tables, and to call lucky windfalls in Lottery Gambling. For those who wish to use the amulet as a love charm to find the love (or solution) to their life, ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

The Origin of Goddess Kali

Kali is one of the most powerful goddesses of India. Kali is a goddess dark of mind, body and soul, a mysterious goddess of death and destruction  ,However her story is far more complex and far-reaching; Kali is, like many Hindu deities, She is depicted in the Mahakali form as having 10 arms, Each of her ten hands is carrying a various implement which vary in different accounts, usually holds an object and these can include a sword, dagger, trident, cup, drum, chakra, lotus bud, whip, noose, bell, and shield, and each  the power of one of the Devas or Hindu Gods and are often the identifying weapon or ritual item of a given Deva,the metaphysical mystery of death that encircles life. Her three eyes represent omniscience, her voluptuous breasts both sexual lust and nurturance. Her nakedness simultaneously represents carnality and purity   Goddess Kali  most common pose in paintings is in her most fearsome guise as the slayer of demons, where she stands or dances with one foot on a collapsed Shiva and holds a severed head. She wears a skirt of severed human arms, a necklace of decapitated heads, and earrings of dead children, and she often has a terrifying expression with a lolling tongue which drips blood. In spite of her seemingly terrible form, Kali Ma is often considered the kindest and most loving of all the Hindu goddesses, as she is regarded by her devotees as the Mother of the whole Universe. she will continue to exist even when the universe ends, And because of her terrible form, she is also often seen as a great protector. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

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Thai Festivals You Can’t Miss: Songkran, Loy Krathong, and Yi Peng

Thailand is a land of cultural wonders, where tradition meets festivity in the most vibrant ways. Among its rich tapestry of cultural celebrations, three festivals stand out: Songkran, Loy Krathong, and Yi Peng. These festivals are not merely events but timeless experiences that offer a glimpse into Thailand’s cultural essence, spiritual depth, and joyous spirit.

In this blog, we delve into the history, significance, and unique charm of these festivals. From the splashing fun of Songkran to the serene beauty of Loy Krathong and the magical lanterns of Yi Peng, each festival is a must-see for travelers looking to immerse themselves in Thai culture.

The Vibrant Essence of Thai Festivals

Thai festivals are deeply rooted in Buddhist traditions, ancient folklore, and a profound respect for nature. These celebrations are expressions of gratitude, renewal, and community bonding. For travelers, Thai festivals are an opportunity to witness the country’s cultural richness and join locals in their joyful expressions of tradition.

Each festival unfolds in unique ways, offering different kinds of experiences—some exuberant, some serene, but all undeniably captivating.

Songkran Festival: The Thai New Year

The Historical Roots of Songkran

The Songkran Festival, celebrated annually in mid-April, marks the Thai New Year. Its origins can be traced to ancient practices linked to the movement of the sun into the Aries zodiac sign, symbolizing renewal and transformation. Traditionally, Songkran involved pouring water gently on Buddha statues, elders, and family members as a gesture of respect and purification. Over time, this custom evolved into one of the most joyous water festivals in the world.

The Celebration of Songkran Across Thailand

Songkran transforms Thailand into a playground of water and festivity. Streets come alive with water fights, music, and parades. Major cities like Bangkok and Chiang Mai are hotspots for elaborate celebrations. Chiang Mai, in particular, is renowned for its traditional Songkran parades and cultural performances, while Bangkok offers high-energy festivities in areas like Khao San Road and Silom Road.

For a more traditional experience, smaller towns host quieter celebrations where the focus remains on temple rituals and community bonding.

Immersing in the Songkran Spirit

Experiencing Songkran is more than just a water fight. Visitors can participate in temple rituals, witness processions featuring Buddha statues, and enjoy traditional Thai cuisine served during the festival. This blending of exuberance and spirituality makes Songkran a well-rounded cultural experience.

Loy Krathong: The Festival of Lights

The Meaning Behind Loy Krathong

Loy Krathong, celebrated on the full moon night of the 12th lunar month, is one of Thailand’s most beautiful festivals. The festival honors Phra Mae Khongkha, the goddess of water, as a gesture of gratitude and apology for using and polluting water resources.

Participants release krathongs—beautifully crafted floating baskets made of banana leaves, flowers, and candles—into rivers, lakes, or ponds. This act symbolizes the release of negativity and a wish for good fortune in the future.

The Rituals of Loy Krathong

Loy Krathong is marked by the creation and floating of krathongs. Families, couples, and friends gather near water bodies to release their baskets, often accompanied by silent prayers or wishes. The sight of thousands of illuminated krathongs drifting on the water creates an ethereal spectacle.

In addition to the main ritual, the festival includes cultural performances, traditional Thai music, and beauty contests like the "Noppamas Queen" competition, where contestants dress in traditional Thai attire.

Where to Experience Loy Krathong

Certain locations in Thailand offer unparalleled experiences of Loy Krathong:

Sukhothai: Known for its historical park, the setting during Loy Krathong is magical with ancient ruins illuminated by lanterns.

Chiang Mai: Often celebrated in conjunction with Yi Peng, Loy Krathong in Chiang Mai is a fusion of floating krathongs and lanterns, creating an extraordinary ambiance.

Bangkok: The Chao Phraya River serves as the focal point, with many events hosted along its banks.

Yi Peng: The Lantern Festival

The Unique Charm of Yi Peng

Yi Peng, celebrated in northern Thailand, particularly Chiang Mai, is often associated with Loy Krathong due to their shared timing and spiritual significance. While Loy Krathong honors the water goddess, Yi Peng focuses on releasing khom loi (sky lanterns) to let go of past misfortunes and invite good luck.

The Magic of Lanterns

The highlight of Yi Peng is the simultaneous release of thousands of sky lanterns, illuminating the night sky. This spectacle is not just visually stunning but also deeply symbolic. Each lantern carries prayers and wishes, floating skyward as an offering of hope and renewal.

In addition to lantern releases, Yi Peng features traditional Lanna-style performances, illuminated parades, and intricate lantern displays that reflect northern Thai culture.

Best Locations to Witness Yi Peng

The best place to experience Yi Peng is Chiang Mai. Popular sites include Mae Jo University, Tha Phae Gate, and the Ping River, where large gatherings create a vibrant yet serene atmosphere. Smaller towns like Lamphun and Pai offer more intimate settings for the festival.

Thai Festivals as a Travel Experience

Festivals like Songkran, Loy Krathong, and Yi Peng offer travelers a unique lens to experience Thailand. These events are not only opportunities for enjoyment but also windows into Thai traditions, spirituality, and communal values. For those visiting during these festivals, they provide an immersive experience that goes beyond sightseeing.

Traveling during these festivals requires some preparation. Accommodations can fill up quickly, so advance bookings are essential. Respecting local customs, such as dressing modestly during temple visits and adhering to environmental practices, enhances the experience and shows cultural sensitivity.

Conclusion

Thai festivals such as Songkran, Loy Krathong, and Yi Peng are vibrant expressions of Thailand’s cultural and spiritual richness. Each festival offers a unique experience, from the lively water fights of Songkran to the tranquil beauty of Loy Krathong and the magical lantern-lit skies of Yi Peng.

For travelers seeking unforgettable experiences, these festivals provide an incredible journey into the heart of Thailand. Plan your visit during these celebrations to immerse yourself in the joy, tradition, and beauty that define Thai culture.

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RARE Pra Luang Phor Paan, Wat Bang Nom Kho, Pim Jew, Pim Kee Gai Hang Puang, Nua Din Ut Pong Yant Gror Pet, Ok Wat Khok Suea. A tiny baked clay Buddha amulet borrowed the style of amulet of Luang Phor Paan of Wat Bang Nom Kho with bas-relieves of a meditating Buddha seating on a lotus flower on top of a rooster, and the rooster is with a bouquet of feathers. And there are cabalistic writings “U Ma” next to the right shoulder of Buddha, and “U A” on the left. These 4 are the formula of “Ma A U or U A MA” cabalistic writings. Made accordingly to the process of making baked clay amulet of Luang Phor Paan, and on the top of the amulet was stuffed with Pong Yant Gror Pet (a holy powder made by power of Diamond Shield Cabalistic Writing). Made by Wat Khok Suea, Phra Nakhon Si Ayutthaya Province in BE 2505 (CE 1962), the Consecration / Blessing Ceremony was held at the temple of Wat Khok Suea, attended by Luang Phor Jong of Wat Na Tang Nok, a friend of Luang Phor Paan, one of the 3 Legendary Arahant of Phra Nakhon Si Ayutthaya Province, and Luang Phor Lersi Lingdam of Wat Tha Sung.

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The baked clay amulets of Luang Phor Paan of Wat Bang Nom Kho are Thailand’s BEST and the MOST expensive baked clay amulets. They are all stuffed with Pong Yant Gror Pet (Diamond Shield Holy Powder) on the top, if the powder was missing that amulet is powerless with lower value.

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BEST FOR: A rooster has evolved to eat as much as it can and then does something else until the food is digested. It is believed that Pra Luang Phor Paan Pim Kee Gai Hang Puang has magic power of success in career that engaging with people like sale representative, dealer, customer service, and business owner. Metta Maha Niyom (it helps bring loving, caring, and kindness, and compassion from people all around you to you), Wealth Fetching, Maha Larp (it brings Lucky Wealth), Kaa Kaai Dee (it helps tempt your customers to buy whatever you are selling, and it helps attract new customers and then keep them coming back. Mai Tai Hong in Thai means you will never die unnatural (unnatural death includes accidents, homicide, suicide, violent death, falls, poisoning or overdoses (intentional and unintentional) and drowning.). Ultimate Safety Shield to prevent damage from hazards, disasters, and misfortune. Klawklad Plodpai (it brings safety, and pushes you away from all danger), Kongkraphan Chatrie (it makes you invulnerable to all weapon attack), Nang Nieow (a rock-hard skin that is completely impervious to damage with bludgeoning or piercing weapons), Maha-ut (it stops gun from shooting at you). And Ponggan Poot-pee pee-saat Kunsai Mondam Sa-niat jan-rai Sat Meepit (it helps ward off evil spirit, demon, bad ghost, bad omen, bad spell, curse, accursedness, black magic, misfortune, doom, and poisonous animals). This amulet helps protect you from manipulators, backstabbers, and toxic people. And Look-om Pong Yant Gror Pet of Luang Phor Paan has a power to untie / unlock things that are holding you back from your ultimate success in life and in career.

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The amulet made from soil or earth

The soil or earth is the oldest minerals on Earth, it accumulates all power of good deeds of all Arhats (or Luohan), Bodhisattva and Buddha as long as you and your enemies are standing/living on the earth, the Pra Mae Thoranee (the Earth Goddess) will witness good deeds and bad deeds, if you have made good deeds, then your good deeds have already witnessed by Pra Mae Thoranee, Pra Mae Thoranee will help you, and your enemies could not do any harm to you. And the difficulties of your life, Pra Mae Thoranee also witnesses, and Pra Mae Thoranee will ease all of your difficulties

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Pong Yant Gror Pet

The Pong Yant Gror Pet refers to the holy powder made by Luang Phor Paan of Wat Bang Nom Kho. A holy powder made from countless of sacred materials that grounded into powder, then mixed them with plaster cement and holy water, then made as chalk sticks, then writing a Yant Gror Pet (a Diamond Shield Cabalistic Writing) on a stone board, saying a sermon (Khata Yant Gror Pet), then erased it, and gathering that powder to made “Pong Yant Gror Pet” to be stuffed on the top of the Thailand’s MOST expensive baked clay amulets of Luang Phor Paan. Pong Yant Gror Pet has magic power of esteem protection of all danger, peril, and disaster, damage (physically, mentally, and financially), Metta Maha Niyom (making people around you giving you kindness, compassion, and support), and Wealth Fetching. 

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Yant Ma-a-u

The Ma-a-u Cabalistic Writings means “I take refuge in the Buddha, Dharma, and Buddhist Monk”, also refers to the Three Jewels, Triple Gem, or Three Refuges are the supports in which a Buddhist takes refuge by means of a prayer or recitation at everyday life.

These Three Jewels are:

The Buddha, the fully enlightened one

The Dharma, the teachings expounded by the Buddha

The Buddhist Monk, the monks who practice the Dharma

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The Legendary 3 Arahant of Phra Nakhon Si Ayutthaya Province

The Legendary 3 Alliance Arahant of Phra Nakhon Si Ayutthaya Province were Luang Phor Paan of Wat Bang Nom Kho, Luang Phor Jong of Wat Ta Tang Nok, and Luang Phu Yim of Wat Chao Chet Nai.

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Arahant or Arhat

In Buddhism, an arhat (Sanskrit) or arahant (Pali) is one who has gained insight into the true nature of existence and has achieved nirvana. Mahayana Buddhist traditions have used the term for people far advanced along the path of Enlightenment, but who may not have reached full Buddhahood.

The understanding of the concept has changed over the centuries, and varies between different schools of Buddhism and different regions. A range of views on the attainment of arhats existed in the early Buddhist schools. The Sarvāstivāda, Kāśyapīya, Mahāsāṃghika, Ekavyāvahārika, Lokottaravāda, Bahuśrutīya, Prajñaptivāda, and Caitika schools all regarded arhats as imperfect in their attainments compared to buddhas.

Mahayana Buddhist teachings urge followers to take up the path of a bodhisattva, and to not fall back to the level of arhats and śrāvakas. The arhats, or at least the senior arhats, came to be widely regarded by Theravada buddhists as “moving beyond the state of personal freedom to join the Bodhisattva enterprise in their own way”.

Mahayana Buddhism regarded a group of Eighteen Arhats (with names and personalities) as awaiting the return of the Buddha as Maitreya, while other groupings of 6, 8, 16, 100, and 500 also appear in tradition and Buddhist art, especially in East Asia called luohan or lohan. They may be seen as the Buddhist equivalents of the Christian saint, apostles or early disciples and leaders of the faith.

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Luang Phor Paan, an ex-abbot of Wat Bang Nom Kho (Wat Bang Nom Kho Paan Uthit), living between BE 2418 to BE 2481 (CE 1875 to CE 1938)

Luang Phor Paan of Wat Bang Nom Kho was one of 3 Arahants (one who has gained insight into the true nature of existence and has achieved Nirvana) of Phra Nakhon Si Ayutthaya Province, the other 2 were Luang Phor Jong of Wat Natang Nok, and Luang Phu Yim of Wat Chao Jet Nai. Luang Phor Paan of Wat Bang Nom Kho was a maker of Thailand’s most expensive, and the most wanted baked clay Buddha amulet.

Luang Phor Paan born Paan Suthawong on July 16, BE 2418 at Bang Nom Kho, Sena, Phra Nakhon Si Ayutthaya Province. In BE 2439, at the age of 21, Paan ordained as Buddhist monk at Wat Bang Nom Kho, given Buddhist Monk name to “Sonantho”. And Luang Phor Soon of Wat Pla Mo was his preceptor, Luang Phor Joi of Wat Ban Phaen was an Ordination Master, and Pra Archan Um of Wat Suthapot was a Second Ordination Master. Luang Phor Paan studied Dharma with Luang Phor Soon at Wat Pla Mo, then Luang Phor Paan went to study Buddhist Scriptures at Wat Saket, Temple of the Golden Mount, Bangkok and Wat Chao Jet Nai, Phra Nakhon Si Ayutthaya Province. Later Luang Phor Paan visited the Holy Luang Phor Niam of Wat Noi, Suphan Buri Province to learn Traditional Thai Herbal Medicine. And Luang Phor Paan went to see Luang Phor Nhong of Wat Khlong Madan (Wat Mai Amphawan) to learn making Buddha amulets, and Vipassana Meditation. Luang Phor Nhong of Wat Khlong Madan was also a master (teacher) of Luang Phor Sod of Wat Paknam Phasi Charoen, the Founder of Dhammakaya Meditation. Luang Phor Paan also studied many holy cabalistic writings especially Yant Gròr Pet (a diamond shield Cabalistic Writing) from a White Robe Master, Archan Jang at Sawankhalok, Sukhothai Province. And Pra Khata Patjek Bodhisattva from Kru Pêung, a Holy White Robe Master of Nakhon Si Thammarat Province. After that Luang Phor Paan was back to Wat Bang Nom Kho and became the 3rd abbot of Wat Bang Nom Kho. Luang Phor Paan helped countless of people who suffered from sickness, and unknown forces (bad spell, curse, accursedness, black magic). Luang Phor Paan made amulets and Yantra Banners given to Looksit (disciples / followers /adherents/ worshippers / devotees) for being away from destitution, failure, hardship & difficulty in living, poverty, inferiority, and deterioration in quality of life. Luang Phor Paan passed away on July 26, BE 2481 at the age of 63, 42 years as Buddhist monk.

*The most powerful mind power of Luang Phor Paan was to unlock all locks, knots, spells and curses. Legend has it that once Luang Phor Paan touched any buildings and cars with locks, they would all be unlocked by themselves automatically. And the amulets blessed or made by Luang Phor Paan are believed to have that power to untie / unlock things that are holding you back from your ultimate success in life and in career.

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Luang Phor Jong, an ex-abbot of Wat Na Tang Nok, living between BE 2415 to BE 2508 (CE 1872 to CE 1965)

Luang Phor Jong, born Jong in BE 2415 at Bang Sai, Phra Nakhon Si Ayutthaya Province. At the age of 11, Jong ordained as a novice at Wat Na Tang Nai, Phra Nakhon Si Ayutthaya Province, after reaching the age of 21, Jong was a Buddhist monk at that temple while the Holy Luang Phor Soon of Wat Bang Pla Mo was his preceptor, Pra Archan In of Wat Na Tang Nok was his First Ordination teacher, and Pra Archan Pho of Wat Na Tang Nai was his Second Ordination teacher. Luang Phor Jong Buddhasaro studied Buddhist Canons, the Pāli Canon of the Theravāda tradition, the code of monastic discipline, Vipassana Meditation, spells and magic from the Holy Luang Phor Soon of Wat Bang Pla Mo, and Pra Archan Pho of Wat Na Tang Nai. Later, Luang Phor Jong moved to stay at Wat Na Tang Nok, and was promoted to the abbot of Wat Na Tang Nok  in BE 2450 (CE 1907). Luang Phor Jong passed away on February 17, BE 2508 (CE 1965) at the age of 92, 71 years as Buddhist monk, and 58 years as an abbot of Wat Na Tang Nok. And the body of Luang Phor Jong who practiced Vipassana Meditation, and achieved Nirvana, his body does not decompose, and is naturally mummified. His body is on display in a glass casket at Wat Na Tang Nok.

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Luang Phor Lersi Lingdam, an ex-abbot of Wat Tha Sung, living between BE 2459 to BE 2535 (CE 1916 to CE 1992)

Luang Phor Lersi Lingdam or Pra Racha Phommayan (Veera Thavaro), born Sangvian (Veera) Sangsuwan on July 8, BE 2459 (CE 1916) at Sali, Bang Pla Ma, Suphan Buri Province. Sangvian ordained as Buddhist monk at the age of 20 at Wat Bang Nom Kho, Phra Nakhon Si Ayutthaya Province, and Luang Phor Yuu of Wat Ban Pan was his preceptor, Luang Phor Paan of Wat Bang Nom Kho (the maker of Thailand’s MOST expensive baked clay amulet) was his First Ordination Teacher, and Pra Archan Lek of Wat Bang Nom Kho was his Second Ordination Teacher, and after the ordainment Veera was name “Thavaro”.

Luang Phor Lersi Lingdam studied Buddhist Canons, the Pāli Canon of the Theravāda tradition, the code of monastic discipline, Vipassana Meditation, spells and magic from Luang Phor Paan of Wat Bang Nom Kho, Luang Phor Jong of Wat Na Tang Nok, Pra Archan Lek of Wat Bang Nom Kho, Luang Phor Yuu of Wat Ban Pan, Prakru Udom of Wat Nam Tao, and Luang Phor Reuang of Wat Mai Pin Suwan.

Luang Phor Lersi Lingdam was an abbot of Wat Bang Nom Kho between BE 2499 to BE 2502 (CE 1956 to CE 1959). On March 25, BE 2511 (CE 1968), Luang Phor Lersi Lingdam moved to Wat Tha Sung (Wat Chantaram), Uthai Thani Province and was an abbot there til the rest of his life. Luang Phor Lersi Lingdam passed away on October 30, BE 2535 (CE 1992), 76 years old, and 56 years as Buddhist monk. Thais believed that monks who practice Vipassana Meditation, and achieve Nirvana, their bodies will not decompose, and are later naturally mummified. At present, the body of Luang Phor Lersi Lingdam is on display in the crystal glass casket decorated with gold, rubies, and semi-precious stones at Wat Tha Sung (Wat Chantaram).

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//MAE THINGS//

Fion beamed at his granddaughter picking Ulla up to take her near the waves. He laughed as the water curled around her feet, calming to seafoam around her.

"Nasha look, even the sea likes her."

He ruffled her hair, turning to his daughter. He grinned at her, moving to kiss her temple.

"I fear for the world with this one. She has your spirit darling, and the world would do well to bend to it."

He looked to where Ursula ran along the beach, he could hear her music loud and brazen. She wasn't a Changeling, not really but she could hear the music all the same. The Daglan hadn't a Soulsinger in centuries.

When the Valg and Changelings had rebelled they'd been the first to be targeted and burned. Angelique had some of that magic but she needed instruments to channel it. It seemed Ulla just needed her voice like in the days of old.

Natalia smiled as she watched her father with Ulla, watching the pair of them as they stood near the waters edge. It was peaceful and reminencient of her youth, she remembered those days eagerly before the wars and battles began.

"I am sure even the wind is her friend," she responded as she approached, moving to press into his side to give him a one armed hug. "I fear those who may want to use her, you know how people get with gifted females. Look what happened to us, how they tried."

It wasn't just her and her sister, she remembered when she had first met Sarai and Silba. The hallow and dead look in their eyes, how they took time to come out their shells after all of that.

She did not want the same for her daughter, she did not want the same for any of the girls. The deserved a happy life, one without the burdens of being used and manlipuated.

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Hello and welcome to my page

My name is Samantha but this blog is dedicated to the things I write under my Pseudonym, Arianna Ravenblade.

I used to write a lot of poetry but lately I've taken to writing short stories. Learning to dialogue, scene transition, and drop foretelling clues in my writing.

My latest story is about a female detective, Kallie Mae and her best friend Cassius. They have been delivered a strange package. It is the beginning of their latest magical mystery. I'm planning a small series of stories based around the fictional world the characters live in.

These character's lives and their world are of my own creation and for the record, I do not use AI or generators. The main characters names were borrowed with permission from the parties they belong to.

I'm enjoying the nuances of writing. I always have enjoyed words. The written word in particular.

Thank you for visiting!

••Writer's notes••

Due to the way Tumblr posts, The story starts at the bottom. Hopefully I'll be able to transition to one big post or a link to my collection in it's entirety one day but until then please bear with me.

Please bear in mind that this IS a rough draft. Things like town names, family names, and some places may change or be edited in a later copy.

**Author's note**

I am having a blast creating a world with this story. I hope my readers are as enthusiastic as I am.

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Harsh Lights – Watch The World Divide

There’s something magical about finding a new friend through an online forum on a music site. You may find that you both have similar music tastes, love the same type of movies, or in rare cases, form a cool pop-punk band remotely. That’s exactly what happened with Harsh Lights, a pop-punk band comprised of Kyle Simmons (Patterns In Traffic) and Eva Dreissen. Kyle and Eva met on this website and decided to pursue making music together, albeit in different parts of the world: Kyle lives in Maryland, while Eva lives in the Netherlands. This distance never distracts from the faulty of music found on Watch The World Divide, a fun debut LP that pays direct homage to great pop-punk bands like Blink-182, Fenix Tx, and Mae, but with a modern twist and sheen to it that makes it a rewarding listening experience. One of the first songs to be released from the set, “Stay Inside” kicks things into gear after the brief introductory track (“Overture), and rocks along with purpose. The great energy between Dreissen and Simmons is felt immediately on this single, and their band chemistry is top notch. Simmons croons over the frenetic pace with anthemic vocals that match the mood of the lyrics. “One Out of Five” follows with a sound reminiscent of Blink-182’s Take Off Your Pants and Jacket album, and hits its intended target more often than not. It remains one of my favorite songs I’ve discovered this year, and is a great starting point for those unfamiliar with this band. Other standout songs like “I Was A Rope” features guest vocals from Chase Tremaine, and the vocal harmonies between him and Simmons are really pretty remarkable to hear. Being a fan of both artists, it was a nice treat to see the Chorus community thrive in a different way in this musical offering. It also features a great guitar solo towards the tail end of the song to complement the overall structure of the track. “Good Patriot” is the other song with a collaboration, as it features some guest vocals from Benny Phoelich to punch along with great punk rock/hardcore energy. It’s a song that sounds different from most of the material on Watch the World Divide, so it makes sense to wedge it into the middle of the tracklisting. ”Masochists” paints with vivid colors by starting off with vibrant synths paired with a dreamy guitar riff, reminiscent of Angels & Airwaves, to power the pop-rock track to notoriety. Heavier songs like “Red Eye to New York” reminded me a bit of early New Found Glory, with equally pleasing results, while “Nice To Meet You” gets the energy to an all-time high with its fast-paced punk rock energy. The closing duo of the power pop found on “One Last Conversation” complemented with the sprawling, near-five minute ballad “More To You” showcases the talent that Harsh Lights have on their debut full-length record. The band are at their best when they hone in on their pop-punk influences that they wear proudly on their sleeves and add something new that makes their music sound familiar, yet refreshing. The future for Harsh Lights looks incredibly bright. --- Please consider becoming a member so we can keep bringing you stories like this one. ◎ https://chorus.fm/reviews/harsh-lights-watch-the-world-divide/

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piper flicked a glance towards the walls⎯⎯a curious act that caught bellamy's attention. not the windows or the door; the wall. and it wasn't a thoughtless act, either, not a way of diverting attention. piper was looking for something.

"no one's scrying," harry said, unfazed as piper's eyes snapped to him. "that's what you're looking for, right? i'd be able to feel it if someone was listening in. pipes, are you in danger?"

damaris's eyes widened in alarm, and her heart began to race when piper didn't deny it. "you're in danger?"

"eleven months ago," piper began, her voice calmer than the situation seemed to call for, "the coven had its last harvest." almost instantaneously, a fresh tension fell over the witches in the room.

it was such a unanimous thing, ethan couldn't help but lift their brows in interest. "what's the harvest?"

"every year, on the flower moon⎯the full moon in may⎯the salem coven holds a private ceremony called the harvest," piper explained. whatever anxiety had been clawing at her a moment ago seemed to have vanished in favor of doing what she did best: reciting coven scripture. "no one really knows what happens at this ceremony. in the months leading up to the harvest, a handful of the best witches from the current generation are chosen to participate, but they aren't allowed to speak of it. we can't ask questions, we can't poke around for answers; even once we're selected, we're in the dark. but being selected is... an honor. it's the greatest honor they could bestow upon us. when it comes, only the selected are allowed to attend the ceremony."

"and then they disappear," saint provided, his voice empty but cold. mae offered him a smile, though it didn't mean much; there wasn't a person in the coven who didn't know how saint felt about the harvest. after his sister had gone missing for speaking out against the coven, he'd never held any love for the coven's rules. he'd emancipated himself from the body of witches as soon as he was able, but his disapproval was palpable, even now.

ethan looked between saint and piper, raising his brows at the latter. "they disappear? just... without explanation? you know how that sounds, right?"

"there is an explanation," piper clarified. "assignments; the harvested witches are supposedly sent out to other locations to put their gifts to use there. salem isn't hurting for talented witches, so our doctrine tells us to sever our connections and use our magic to bring life to places where magic has died."

"sever your connections," ethan echoed. "meaning the selected witches get sent out and cut contact?"

"they have to," piper said. "it's coven law. so, the harvest: yearly ceremony that takes place one month before the solstice, a send-off for the brightest and most gifted witches of our generation."

"okay," damaris said. as someone who'd been raised by the coven, despite having no magic or blood ties to it herself, none of this was new to her. but she wasn't quite seeing the purpose for the meeting yet. "what was so significant about last year's?"

"our friends disappeared," mae provided, wrapping her arms around herself.

"aren't they supposed to?" bellamy asked.

mae shook her head. "the ones that were selected weren't the only ones who disappeared. their sibling did, too. and even them⎯⎯dominic and cass weren't devout witches, like so many others were. they'd sworn that they would get in contact with us once they got their assignments, and they would have. i know they would have, if they'd had the chance. but they never did. and their little sister, cecelia, she vanished, too, which never happens. and there was this... palpable unrest between the elders after it happened."

"and we've been trying to piece together what it was for the past year." harry stood up straight from where he'd been leaning on his elbows against the counter, his sharp gaze set on piper. "what, did you figure something out?"

when piper didn't answer, mae reached out a hand for her. "piper, whatever it is, we can f⎯"

"i was there," piper revealed. mae froze, her hand outstretched towards her friend. piper stared down at the empty ground in front of her, her hands curled into fists at her sides. "the next coven leader isn't allowed to be selected for the next harvest, but when they reach a certain point with their magic, they're required to sit in for the harvest. last year, i was there."

"piper..." mae muttered, disbelief coloring her tone. it was hard to wrap her head around it; all of the sessions they'd had together, hunched over café tables and shared platters of french fries, trying to figure out what had happened to their dear friends, getting sick with the anxiety of it. piper had been there for those sessions, and she'd acted just as clueless as them. she'd lied to them.

the earth witch met her gaze, eyes wet and apologetic. "i'm sorry. i couldn't tell you. you know i couldn't." she looked away from mae to look at the others, her eyes sincere but guilty all the same. "i can't change that i lied before, but i'm telling you now. i know i don't deserve it, but if you hear me out, i'll tell you everything, i swear."

"of course we promise," taylor said instantly, sitting up a bit straighter in her chair and pushing her shoulders back, her hands folded on her lap. it wasn't the first time such a request had been made by one member of the group or another, of course; keeping secrets was second nature to supernaturals even in a witches town, and that went double for witches who had grown up together. taylor couldn't count on both hands and feet the number of times throughout their lives one or another of them had come to the others whispering frantically, insisting that whatever they had to say could never be known to anyone else, certainly not to parents or elders or anyone else in the coven.

of course, such things were, in their youth, often so innocent it wouldn't have truly mattered if someone else knew. the anxious whispers about secret crushes, about broken lamps, about a borrowed sweater that had wound up torn had seemed so serious at the time, yet now, looking back, were so innocuous. even the secrets that had seemed more pressing in high school— who had kissed who at a party at harry's on a friday night, stolen bottles of expensive liquor from parents locked cupboards run dry, wine-stained dresses that had to be disposed of— all of it had felt so life-altering at the time, but looking back now, would have earned them only a stern talking to and a grounding at worst.

but the secret piper seemed to hold now, it was clear, was far more serious than any other that had ever been passed between them, not least of all because she had chosen to call everyone they were close with there, witch or not. her anxiety was a clear giveaway, too; it was so rare to see piper rattled at all, let alone as distraught as she clearly was here and now.

yet the assurance poured from taylor's lips like second nature, and she meant every word with ease.

it wasn't just the secrecy, willow thought as her eyebrows drew together in consternation and she regarded piper with concern and caring. it was that piper seemed so afraid, and so certain she would need their help to fix whatever was wrong. something told her, clear as a bell, it was something far greater than a broken down car or a broken heart. nevertheless, the same assurance echoed in her own words.

"of course we'll help you, and of course we won't tell anyone. we promise," willow vowed.

"but what is it, piper? you're scaring me," nora admitted.