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chaoscouncilcreaturecorner · 7 months ago

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Water & Beach-Themed Names & Pronouns List

Names:

🤍 Masculine Names:

🐚Caspian - Origin: Caspian Sea

🐳Kai - Origin: Hawaiian - Meaning: "Sea"

🐚Ren - Origin: Diminutive of Rene or Japanese - Meaning: "Water lily; Lotus"

🐳Maxwell - Origin: Scottish - Meaning: "Great steam"

🐚Clyde - Origin: Scottish River Name

🐳Alon - Origin: Hebrew; Filipino Word - Meaning: "Oak tree; Wave"

🐚Solomon - Origin: Christianity; Hebrew - Meaning: "Underwater bridge; Peace"

🐳Earwyn - Origin: English - Meaning: "Friend of the sea"

🐚Salmon - Origin: Hebrew; English; French - Meaning: "Salmon; Peace"

🐳Mortimer - Origin: French - Meaning: "Dead sea; Stagnant sea"

🖤 Feminine Names:

🫧Cordelia - Origin: Latin; Celtic - Meaning: "Heart; Daughter of the sea"

🦑Mira - Origin: Latin, Slavic, Arabic, Sanskrit - Meaning: "Admirable; Peace; Female ruler; Ocean"

🫧Maya - Origin: Greek; Central American Indian empire name; Latinate Variation of May; Spanish, diminutive of Amalia; variation of Maia; Hebrew - Meaning: "Water"

🦑Talia - Origin: Hebrew; Australian Aboriginal - Meaning: "Gentle dew from heaven; By the water"

🫧Tallulah - Origin: Choctaw, Irish - Meaning: "Leaping water, Lady of abundance"

🦑Maren - Origin: Latin - Meaning: "Sea"

🫧Sabrina - Origin: Celtic, Latin name for the River Severn

🦑Marina - Origin: Latin - Meaning: "From the sea"

🫧Guinevere - Origin: Welsh - Meaning: "White shadow; White wave"

🦑Jennifer - Origin: Cornish variation of Welsh Guinevere - Meaning: "White shadow; White wave"

🩶 Neutral/Androgynous Names:

🌊Haf - Origin: Welsh; Icelandic - Meaning: "Summer; Ocean"

🦈Current - Origin: Water current - Meaning: "The motion of the Ocean"

🌊Siren - Origin: Greek Mythology

🦈Tasi - Origin: Chamorro; Christianity - Meaning: "Ocean; Sea"

🌊Dipsi - Origin: Hindu; Bislama - Meaning: "Light; Ocean"

🦈Daria/Darius - Origin: Persian - Meaning: "Sea; Possessing Goodness"

🌊Pelagic - Origin: Greek - Meaning: "Of, Relating to, or living or occuring in the open sea; Oceanic"

🦈Mer - Origin: The Word Mermaid/Merman; Spanish - Meaning: "Ocean; Sea"

🌊Wave - Origin: English - Meaning: "Arched form of water or sound"

🦈Bahari - Origin: Swahili - Meaning: "Sailor; Ocean"

Pronouns:

Nature Themed:

Sea/Foam

Wave/Waves

Moon/Moon

Tide/Tidal

Cur/Current

Co/Coral

Bub/Bubble

Wa/Water

Oce/Ocean

Sea/Sea

La/Lake

Ri/River

Aqua/Aquatic

Coa/Coast

Tide/Pool

Sho/Shore

La/Lagoon

Dead/Zone

Deep/Blue

Hurri/Hurricane

Isla/Island

Nau/Nautical

Ocean/Floor

Sur/Surface

Under/Water

Tsu/Tsunami

Al/Algae

Bac/Bacteria

Kel/Kelp

Sea/Glass

Animal Themed:

Wha/Whale

Shar/Shark

Jell/Jellyfish

Fi/Fish

Sea/Horse

Tur/Turtle

Sea/Seal

Or/Orca

Sea/Dragon [Leafy Seadragon]

Dol/Dolphin

Clown/Fish

Blue/Tang

Ott/Otters

Sea/Lion

Octo/Octopus

Squi/Squid

Wal/Walrus

Lob/Lobster

Spon/Sponge

Be/Beluga

Angel/Fish

Mana/Manatee

Star/Fish

Eel/Eel

Sea/Urchin

Cuttle/Fish

Barra/Barracuda

Man/Manta

Ray/Ray

Croco/Crocodile

Mythology/Legend Themed:

Sea/Serpent

Ocean/Dragon

Si/Siren

Mer/Mermaid [Merman, Merfolk & Merbeing Also Work]

Sing/Singing

So/Song

Lu/Lure

Kra/Kraken

Levi/Leviathan

Loch/Ness

Ap/Apsara

Ka/Kappa

Ni/Nixies

Ca/Calypso

The/Thetis

Ne/Nereids

Oce/Oceanids

Na/Naga

Na/Naiad

Po/Poseidon

Tri/Trident

Tri/Triton

In/Indra

Nep/Neptune

Va/Varuna

Ce/Cetus

Ich/Ichtyo [Ichtyocentaurs]

Sea/Monster

Sel/Selkie

Ma/Makara

Beach & Pool Themed:

Flip/Flop

Mock/Mocktail

Mo/Mojito

Be/Beach

Sta/Stand

Swi/Swim

Ba/Ball

To/Towel

Sun/Sunscreen

Bo/Boat

Beach/Side

Pool/Noodle

Beach/Chair

Bu/Bucket

Palm/Tree

Tree/Tree

Sun/Sun

Sha/Shade

Sha/Shadow

Pool/Pool

San/Sand

Go/Goggles

Sur/Surf

Sun/Sunset

Re/Resort

Salt/Salt

Sand/Sandcastle

Ya/Yacht

Fi/Fishing

Fin/Fins

Emoji Themed:

🐢/🐢s

🐍/🐍s

🐙/🐙s

🦑/🦑s

🪼/🪼s

🦐/🦐s

🦞/🦞s

🦀/🦀s

🐡/🐡s

🐠/🐠s

🐟/🐟s

🐬/🐬s

🐳/🐳s

🐋/🐋s

🦈/🦈s

🦭/🦭s

🐊/🐊s

🌴/🌴s

🐚/🐚s

🪸/🪸s

🍹/🍹s

🦩/🦩s

🛟/🛟s

⚓/⚓s

🪝/🪝s

🏝️/🏝️s

🌅/🌅s

🏖️/🏖️s

⛱️/⛱️s

🩴/🩴s

🫧/🫧s

🌊/🌊s

🍧/🍧s

🧊/🧊s

🍨/🍨s

🍦/🍦s

🥤/🥤s

🍸/🍸s

🍹/🍹s

🦩/🦩s

🛟/🛟s

⚓/⚓s

🪝/🪝s

🏝️/🏝️s

🌅/🌅s

🪨/🪨s

🌙/🌙s

🌑/🌑s

🌒/🌒s

🌓/🌓s

🌔/🌔s

🌕/🌕s

🌖/🌖s

🌗/🌗s

🌘/🌘s

👡/👡s

🥽/🥽s

🏄/🏄s

🚣/🚣s

🤿/🤿s

🪸These weren't requested, just decided to post some things as well until we start to get requests!

🪼All of the dividers are from: saradika.tumblr.com! Thank you so much for these beautiful dividers! ^^

~ Created Mainly By: 🧨⛓️📻 {{ Wilbur/Alastor }}

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emojellyace08 · 2 years ago

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Zoe: "So this is the plan, we're going to switch names with our besties to prank the substitute teacher got it?"

(All): Got it!

Substitute Teacher *comes inside the classroom*: Hello everyone! I'm Ms.*insert last name*. It's a pleasure to meet everybody, so if you don't mind please introduce yourself starting with!-"

Daniel *sweating and nervous*: "O-Oh... Good morning Ma'am I'm Jay Hong and this is Daniel Park". *points at Jay, him waving to the teacher*

Zoe: "I'm Mira Kim nice to meet you!"

Mira *worried*: "I-I'm Zoe Park. G-good morning Ma'am" *bows*

Y/N *looking at everyone, smirking*: "Good morning Madam. You may not know me but I'm the all mighty boxer, Zack Lee"

Everyone including the sub teacher: *looks at her confused*

Zack: "Wait I thought you're a girl? You got ba-"

#lookism x reader #lookism x y/n #lookism x you #daniel park x reader #lookism manhwa #jay hong x reader #zack lee x reader #lookism incorrect quotes #lookism #lookism webtoon #lookism x female reader

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acoraf · 6 months ago

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Iron Flame concerns and thoughts???

Page 600:

*SPOILERS*

They have been rebuilding Aretia in the 6 years since it was burned down after the rebellion.. I dont recall it being mentioned how many survived or are currently living in Aretia and helping rebuild. It's also not mentioned how their economic situation is, but they don't seem to have much to bargain with, considering they can only promise weapons, they don't have yet might I add, to Tecarus in exchange for the luminary..

My concern is food... I'm guessing the people of Aretia must be supplying their own food, because they wouldn't have anything or anyone to trade with since they needed to stay hidden. So logically, they would have grown just what they needed to keep themselves, their livestock and the occational dragon alive and well fed. This would all be fine and make sense... Untill Violet and Xaden brings half of Basgiath..

Page 466:

Two hundred dragons and a hundred and one riders-nearly half the quadrant-strong. And more are coming, taking a slower route with hatchlings.

...And then Mira joins them aswell with 40 riders and 40 dragons...

This prompts Aretian forces to start search parties to look for any other riders who want to join the cause after learning the truth. We don't know how many riders are found by the patrols, but I'm guessing some must have been found, or they would most likely stop the searches, right?

And now they have joined another 100 plus of Fliers to the not even half rebuild city, and there is only mentioned ONE TIME about sheep for the dragons???

I get it's not Violets concern... But wouldn't she notice something if food was short? Not to mention her boyfriend is supposedly the.... Ruler? Commander? Leader? Heir? To the place, and he would probably ba aware of any issues and be concerned about an extra 2-300 mouths to feed... Not to mention the between 3-400 dragons and gryphons... 🙃

Oh yea.... And they want to BRING IN REFUGEES WHEN THEIR WARDS ARE UP???

Where does this magical food come from ? What are they trading with??? And fucking who????? Am I looking too much in to this??? Help 😭😭😭

🫶📚🐛🫖

#does xaden have some kind of magical paypal account hidden somewhere?#or maybe its dragon-pay #the poor farmers slaving away to feed a sudden war college and have their sheep eaten #book rant #bookblr #booklr #books #if i have to live through inflationen because of war then they should aswell #book rambles #book rating #reading #book ramblings #aretia #violet and xaden #violet and tairn #violet sorrengail #xaden riorson #basgiath war college

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cat-angel-936 · 4 months ago

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Me vi hace unos días este episodio y la verdad mi mente no deja de imaginar un escenario donde Donita y Zach llegan y se encuentran con lo obvio

(El episodio se llama las paras del lémur)

En mi visión, Zach como que lo intuía y decido llevar unas pizzas, pero Gourmound lo tomo como una ofensa y Zach terminó llorando

Algo así

Donita: y que trajiste Zach?

Zach: unas pizzas, savia que los hermanos kratt harían algo así que me adelante y *interumpido*

Gourmound: ¿¡Tan mal piensas de mi!? *ofendido*

Zach: ¿que? no, por supuesto que no, yo solo pensé que sería bueno traer algo en caso de *abre una de las cajas*

Donita: devo decir que es una buena idea, me hubieras dicho, hubiera traído vevidas *tomando una rebanada*

Zach: descuida, también cubrí eso

Gourmound: NO ME IMPORTA QUE CUBRISTE, SI TANTO SAVIAS LO QUE IBA A PASAR, ENTONCES ME UBIERAS AYUDADO, EN VES DE COMPRAR ESAS ESTUPIDAS PIZZAS *tira la caja que tenia Zach en las manos*

Zach:....

Donita:....*mirando a Gourmound sorprendia*

Gourmound:...

Zach: waaaa....*se pone a llorar y sale corriendo*

Donita: ¡mira lo que hiciste! ¡Zach espera! *ba tras el

Gourmound: mierda....

*con los Kratt*

Jimmy Z: mi instinto me dice que alguien desprecio unas pizzas *mirada juzgadora*

Koki: *mirada confundida

#wild kratts #zach varmitech #donita donata #incorrect quotes #jimmy z #gaston gourmand #koki wild kratts #aventuras con los kratt #Zach solo queria compartir unas pizzas con sus amigo #eres cruel Gourmound le partiste su corazón 😠

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daphnefisherofficial · 1 year ago

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bugna: TAKIPSILIM | destiny's twilight

CHAPTER NINE

Pairing: MCU Moon Knight System (Marc/Jake/Steven) x Avatar Fem!Reader

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CHAPTER NINE - FORGOTTEN MEMORIES & INEVITABLE TRUTH.

You summoned and stepped through another portal, the world around you twisted and shimmered like a mirage as you returned to the solitude of your residence in Surrey, England. The familiar scent of aged books and ancient relics greeted you as you crossed the threshold of the study once more.

Your ceremonial suit of armor shifted seamlessly back into your olden clothes as the punong babaylan (head priestess), marking the end of another night's service as Mayari’s avatar. The soft, silver glow of the moonlight bathed the room, casting eerie shadows on the bookshelves and arcane artifacts that lined your study. Mayari's divine presence filled the room once more, and you turned to face her as she materialized at your side.

"Salamat sa iyong paninilbihan ngayong gabi," Mayari spoke, her voice filled with gratitude like the gentle rustling of leaves in the wind. Both her luminous and blind eyes held a warmth that seemed to reach deep into your soul. "Nalalapit na ang kabilugan ng buwan sa mga susunod na linggo, kaya’t maghanda ka"

Thank you for your service tonight. The next full moon is approaching in a few weeks, so make the necessary preparations.

“Paghahandaan ko ito, aking diwata”, you replied with a nod, knowing that another night of rituals and magic awaited you.

I’ll be ready, my goddess.

But as Mayari's words hung in the air, your thoughts were already drifting into the depths of your own mind. A nagging unease suddenly crept into your heart as vague, unsettling memories of the full moon from two months ago began to plague you like fragments of a forgotten dream. The furrowed brow and worried expression on your face did not go unnoticed by the moon goddess.

"May bumabagabag ba sa iyo, aking anak?" Mayari inquired, her silvery hair cascading like liquid moonlight around her shoulders.

Is something troubling you, my child?

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of whether to voice your concerns. After all, you had come to trust Mayari with your life and your secrets. "Hindi ko magawang maalala ang tunay na wangis ni Darius,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "Para bang ang alaalang iyon ay unti unting nawawaglit sa aking isipan"

I... I still cannot remember Darius’s face, not clearly. It's as if his memory is slipping away from me.

Mayari's eyes widened, and for a moment, a shadow of concern flitted across her radiant features. She reached out, her cool fingers touching your cheek in a soothing gesture. "Kaunting paghihintay pa, mahal kong Mira" she said gently. "Pinagtutulungan nating mapanumbalik ang iyong mga alaala nitong mga nakaraang buwan. Nalalapit na ang mga kasagutang ating hinahanap, kaya’t manalig ka"

You need to have patience, my dear Mira. We are working to restore your memories these past few months. We are nearing the answers you seek, so have faith.

But you couldn't let it go so easily. The thought of never being able to remember Darius's face, the warmth of his smile, or the love in his eyes was almost unbearable. You loved him with all your heart, and the fact that this man who had perished right before your eyes was now just a hazy figure in your mind didn’t sit well with you. It frightened you a great deal, and you needed answers as to why and how it happened.

"Ngunit bakit ito nangyayari sa akin?" you pressed, your voice trembling with a mixture of fear and frustration. "Bakit hindi ko maalala ang kanyang wangis, Mayari?"

But why is this happening to me? Why do I forget his face, Mayari?

The moon goddess hesitated for a moment, her silvery eyes clouded with a sadness you couldn't quite comprehend. "Ikinalulungkot kong ang mga nangyayari sa iyo ay dulot ng pakikipagtulungan mo sa mga diwatang pinaglilingkuran ng iyong namayapang asawa," she finally spoke, her voice carrying a weight that seemed to pull at the very fabric of reality. "Hindi mo ito natatandaan, ngunit isang mintala ang iginawad sa iyo ng diwatang si Set bilang kaparusahan sa iyong pagiging tapat kina Darius, Anubis at sa Ennead”

I’m afraid what’s happening to you is a consequence of you and your late husband’s alignment with Anubis and the Ennead, my dear. You do not remember it, but the god Set has cursed you as punishment for your choices.

Your heart sank at her words. Set, the god of chaos and disorder, was known for his ruthless punishments. You had been warned by Mayari of the dangers of dabbling in the affairs of the gods, but your love for Darius had driven you to help him in joining Anubis’s cause to prevent Set’s destruction from wreaking havoc on Earth. And now, it seemed, you were paying the price.

"Ginawa ito ni Set sa akin?" you whispered, feeling a chill run down your spine. "Anong klaseng mintala ito, Mayari? Ang makalimutan ang wangis ng lalaking aking pinakamamahal?!"

Set did this to me? What kind of curse is this, Mayari? To forget the face of the one I love?!

Mayari's gaze remained steady, but her voice quivered ever so slightly as she replied, "Isang makapangyarihang mintala na nagbubura sa iyong isipan ng wangis ng iyong pinakamamahal, at nag-iiwan ng isang huwad na alaala na hindi maipaliwanag. Isang mapaghiganting diwata si Set, at pinaparusahan niya ang kahit sinong umaanib sa kanyang mga kaaway."

It is a curse that erases the memory of your beloved's facade, leaving only a void in its place. Set is a vengeful god, and he does not take kindly to those who align themselves with his enemies.

Tears welled up in your eyes, and you turned away, unable to bear the weight of your own grief and despair. "Hindi ito maaaring mangyari," you muttered, your voice choked with emotion. "Pakiusap, Mayari, kailangang may gawin tayo."

I cannot let this happen. We must do something, Mayari, please.

Mayari's hand reached out to touch your shoulder, her touch gentle and comforting. "Narito ako para sa’yo, aking anak," she said softly. "Gagawa tayo ng paraan upang alisin ang mintalang iginawad sa’yo, ipinapangako ko iyan. Hindi kita pababayaan na mag-isa sa iyong pagdurusa"

I am here for you, my child. We will find a way to break this curse, I promise you. Until then, know that you are not alone in your suffering.

You nodded and accepted her answer, grateful for her support, though a lingering doubt gnawed at the edges of your mind. Something in Mayari's words, in the tremor of her voice, had struck you as odd. But you chose not to press further, not wanting to burden her with your doubts.

With a final reverent bow, you turned away from the moon goddess as she vanished from the study. The night had been eventful, but your duties as the avatar of Mayari were far from over. As you left the study and descended the grand staircase, the moon's silvery light bathed your path, and the mysteries of your past remained shrouded in darkness.

You made your way to your sanctuary in the master’s bedroom, magically shedding your ancient head priestess robes on the way in favor of the modern clothes you previously wore that night. As you lay in bed, the image of Darius Carter slipped further from your grasp, and tears welled in your eyes as you missed his presence the most. The weight of the curse bore down on you, but you were determined to undo Set’s punishment on you and avenge Darius’s death at his hands.

Outside, the moon bathed the world in its gentle light, a silent witness to the secrets and sacrifices of those who served the gods. And in the stillness of the night, you closed your eyes, bracing yourself for the challenges that awaited you in the days to come.

Meanwhile, as the chill of the London night embraced him, Steven Grant made his way through the bustling streets of the city. His thoughts were consumed by the delightful evening he had just experienced, still basking in the warmth of your company. He had just returned to his modest flat in London, a cozy haven amidst the cacophony of the city. It had been a night of revelatory conversation and shared laughter, all with the one person who had become a source of intrigue and affection in his life.

He couldn't help but gush to Marc about how the dinner went as they settled into the familiar rhythm of their shared existence.

"Marc, you wouldn't believe it," Steven exclaimed, a dreamy smile on his face. "Tonight has got to be the best night of my life ever"

Tell me about it. Marc’s voice echoed in Steven’s head, his voice slightly groggy as if he just awoke from his slumber in their shared headspace.

"It was splendid, mate," Steven enthused, stepping into the comfortable living room of their flat as his eyes met Marc Spector’s reflection in the nearby mirror. "Mira and I talked about almost everything under the sun - the history of Ancient Egypt, and even about her home country. She’s been an absolute delight."

Sounds like you had a fantastic time. Marc replied in his head with a hint of a smile, quietly listening to Steven's effusive commentary on their dinner companion. Despite being more reserved, cautious and always considering the potential consequences of their actions, Marc couldn't help but feel genuinely happy for Steven. Try as he might, he couldn't deny the genuine connection that had been forming between the two of you.

“I really did”, Steven said happily as he slowly changed into his indoor clothes. “She showed me the mockup of her upcoming exhibit, me! I mean, she must have shown it to all the tour guide applicants since it was a part of her evaluation, but still. And she has some really nice feedback from the guided tour I gave, even though I almost fainted…”

Marc listened intently to Steven rambling, appreciating the genuine happiness that radiated from him. It warmed him to know that his headmate’s budding relationship with you was flourishing. However, as Steven continued to gush about you, Marc's thoughts drifted toward the inevitable discussion that had been looming over them for some time.

That sounds wonderful, Steven. Marc replied, his voice tinged with a hint of approval. I'm glad you and Mira are becoming fast friends.

Steven's enthusiasm was contagious, and he seized the opportunity to broach a subject that had been on his mind for a while now.

"You know, Marc," Steven began cautiously, "I can feel how strongly you're drawn to her, and she seems to feel the same way about you. We can't keep avoiding this conversation forever."

Marc sighed, running a hand through his unruly hair as he knew this conversation between him and Steven was inevitable. He had always been more guarded as their shared existence had always been a complex circumstance that not many people can understand.

I know, Steven. Marc conceded, his voice tinged with frustration. But you know how I feel about this. I can't just bring her into our mess. What if she can't handle it? What if she leaves?

"You're selling her short, mate”, Steven shook his head in mild frustration, his British accent accentuating his exasperation. “She's shown nothing but kindness and understanding to us both, separately. You can't keep her at arm's length forever, I mean. Life's too short for regrets, and you should know that"

Feeling conflicted, Marc decided to avoid pursuing the topic altogether. He and Steven finally changed gears, allowing Marc to be on the driver’s seat of their shared body. Glancing at their shared desk, Marc noticed your calling card neatly placed there. It had been a parting gift from your delightful time together on the plane back to London, and after Steven already used it for his benefit, Marc had been unsure of what to do with it next.

It had been a simple and innocent gesture on his end, inviting you to meet for coffee on Sunday. But with his conflicting feelings currently in the forefront, Marc simply cannot deal with seeing you again right now.

“I can’t do this”, Marc muttered, picking up the card and studying it for a moment. “I can’t meet her tomorrow.”

Why? She must be looking forward to it. Steven's eyebrows shot up in surprise from his reflection in the desk. Mate, don’t do this, you’re being very dramatic.

Ignoring Steven's protest, Marc’s fingers poised over his keypad. Briefly saving your phone number in his contacts, he then swiftly typed out a text message to cancel your plans for tomorrow. He pressed send on the message, and a small sense of accomplishment washed over him. The message was simple enough, but it carried the weight of Marc's internal struggle.

Hey, Marc Spector here. I’m really sorry to do this, but something urgent came up for me and Steven tomorrow. Rain check on our coffee lunch?

You really are a nutter, Marc. Steven sighed, shaking his head in disbelief as he retreated into the depths of their shared consciousness. You can't live your life in fear like this - give it a chance. Give her a chance.

Feeling the weight of his alter's words, Marc sat there for a moment as he allowed himself a moment of reflection. His heart then raced with a mix of anticipation and anxiety, briefly second guessing his earlier actions. What had he just done? Had he been too ahead of himself and painstakingly obvious for pushing you away?

Of course, Marc, I hope it’s nothing too serious. We can definitely reschedule, just let me know. It's no problem at all.

Your reply loomed over his screen, prompting Steven’s words about your true depth of understanding to circle his inner thoughts once more. Marc couldn't help but give what his head mate said some thought: maybe he had been too cautious, too guarded.

He could no longer deny his growing feelings towards you, and perhaps there will come a time when he can finally let you in. To let you see the complexity of his existence. After all, he had already taken a huge step toward bridging the gap between his two selves.

And perhaps, just perhaps, you would be willing to meet him halfway.

The sun painted the London skyline with hues of gold and pink, heralding a new day for Marc Spector and Steven Grant. As the day's first light streamed through the window of their modest London flat, Marc awoke, the muddled memories of the previous night's recurring vivid dreams lingering in his mind.

He stretched, his muscles protesting the slumber's grip, and sat up in bed. In contrast to the Chicago life he once knew, London had become his new home, thanks to Steven. His British alter had embraced this city as his own, and Marc had slowly come to terms with that. Sometimes, he even found solace in the bustling streets and the gentle cadence of British life.

With a sigh, Marc swung his legs over the side of the bed and rubbed his temples. Today, he decided to venture out to the nearby Tesco's to buy groceries for both him and Steven. It was a routine task that allowed him to have some semblance of normalcy amidst the chaos of their unique existence.

As Marc strolled down the aisles of the supermarket, a sense of calm serenity washed over him. He felt in control, disconnected from the relentless turmoil of his mind. He picked up a few boxes of Twining’s, his hand momentarily steadying as he remembered that it was Steven's favorite.

But fate had something else in store. As Marc turned a corner, his heart leaped into his throat, and he felt as if the ground had been ripped from beneath him. There, standing in the fruit section, was you, dressed in a casual, cream-colored Sunday dress, your hair arranged in a messy bun. You were engrossed in selecting quality fruit, your laughter filling the air as you discussed your shopping choices with another young woman who he suspected to be your secretary. William “Bill” Jones on the other hand, the middle-aged man Marc had been introduced to not long ago, was on your other side, observing the girl banter before him with a polite smile.

Panic surged through Marc as he ducked behind a shelf of canned goods. He watched you from afar, hidden in the shadows as his heart pounded in his chest. It was as if the universe had conspired to bring him face to face with you once more, against his wishes. What were you doing here? Why was fate so intent on entwining your lives?

Steven, lurking in the corners of Marc's consciousness, was equally bewildered and frustrated by this unexpected encounter.

Marc, mate, we need to get out of here. He muttered urgently, remembering Marc’s not so good alibi on today’s canceled coffee lunch. This is not looking good for us.

But Marc couldn't tear his eyes away from you. He was drawn to you like a moth to a flame, unable to resist the magnetic pull of your presence. With a reluctant sigh, he murmured back to Steven, "Just a few more minutes. I need to see what they're doing."

As you continued your shopping, oblivious to Marc's hidden presence, he discreetly trailed you like a silent specter. His military training and mercenary instincts had honed his ability to remain unseen, a skill that now served him well in this clandestine pursuit. The tightrope he walked between curiosity and caution threatened to snap at any moment.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you and your companions checked out with a massive amount of shopping bags before heading for the exit. Marc hurriedly paid for his groceries and followed you from a distance out onto the bustling streets of London. His heart pounded in his chest as he kept a safe distance, careful not to alert you or anyone else to his presence.

To Marc's astonishment, you led them to a place he hadn't expected: St. Mungo's, a homeless shelter that he and Steven had heard of but never visited. They collectively watched from a discreet vantage point outside the window as you walked inside with a radiant smile on your face. Bill and the other young woman followed, their expressions mirroring your own.

From the shadows, Marc and Steven observed the scene unfolding before them. You greeted everyone in the shelter with genuine warmth and kindness, your happiness infectious. It was as if a ray of sunshine had descended upon the homeless souls gathered there, dispelling the darkness that clung to their lives.

As you began distributing the numerous shopping bags filled with groceries, both Marc and Steven felt an unfamiliar tug at their hearts. It wasn't just attraction or curiosity anymore; it was something deeper, more profound. Your selflessness and compassion resonated with them in a way they hadn't anticipated.

"Steven, do you see this?” Marc was the first to break the silence, his voice barely above a whisper. “She's… she's incredible. The way she cares for those people."

Aye, mate, she’s a literal ball of sunshine. Steven, too, was moved by the scene before them. It’d be hard not to fall for her after seeing this.

Marc nodded, his eyes never leaving you. Their shared realization hung in the air, binding them together in a newfound purpose. As you continued your acts of charity inside St. Mungo's, Marc and Steven knew that their lives had taken an unexpected turn. They were no longer mere observers; they were drawn into the orbit of someone who had touched their souls in ways they couldn't explain.

It was a revelation that left Marc both awestruck and conflicted, unsure of how to navigate the intricate web of emotions that had entwined his and Steven's lives with yours. As he continued to watch you from the shadows, Marc could no longer deny the undeniable truth.

He was falling for you, and there was no turning back.

END OF CHAPTER NINE.

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juliaswickcrs · 9 months ago

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character profile: princess mira of the fire nation (x)

Born in the great city of Caldera only a year after the birth of Prince Zuko, Princess Mira's birth has oft been a subject of debate for the fire sages. For neither General Iroh nor her mother were seen on the supposed day of her birth, leading many to speculate how exactly the Princess came about. General Iroh would claim she was the product of an affair in the earth kingdom colonies, a brief infatuation which led to an even briefer marriage, before the woman died giving birth to the future princess. But many speculated something far more sinister as whispers of bastardy and imprisoned water benders were carelessly tossed about the capital. That was all thrown aside when Fire Lord Azulon all but declared Mira the spare to Lu Ten's heir, and no other word was spoken on the matter. And of course once the world learned Mira struggled with bending as much as the prince, no one paid her any attention, certainly not her Uncle Ozai or her new cousins. And of course, after the death of her brother and the disappearance of her aunt, Mira watched as her father abdicated his crown, abandoned Ba Sing Se, and whisked her north to an island filled with a civilization long thought to have died out. The Sun Warriors. It was there Mira learned the truth of her bending, and how to master it. It was there Mira grew from a scared girl to a formidable warrior, her skill in battle only matched by her wit and grace. It was there she and her father were summoned back to the mainland for a war meeting which would change the course of Mira's life as she knew it. Her newly crowned Uncle dismisses her as neither bender nor warrior, simply a princess with no talent to offer, but lets her sit in out of love for his brother, he says. But there is no love in his eyes when his son speaks out against a general, or when Mira watches in horror as Fire Lord Ozai presses a burning flame to Zuko's face, scarring him at thirteen. Now, she and her father have joined Zuko on his hunt for the avatar, and while Mira's travels take her from pole to pole, she is left to wonder just how long it will be before her Uncle turns on her too....

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#avatar the last airbender oc #atla oc #atla live action oc #oc: mira #ship: sokkira #sokka x oc #fic: chasing the sun #my edits #my ocs #*character profile #*cp #her story is mainly based on the animated series but I can't draw so I needed an FC #plus its an excuse to use jessie Mei li again

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thiirsdaygirl · 10 months ago

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hello mira i hope you’re having a good day 🫶🏼

i just finished no amount of freedom gets you clean (which you introduced me to, so tysm) and i’m feeling the need for more… do you have any atla fic recs? preferably not super long because i don’t think i can do another 100k+ fic just yet ehehe

anywaysss thank youuu ❤️❤️

HI IOOOO!!

im so glad u liked no amount of freedom gets u clean! this question is kinda hard bc i mainly read 100k+ word fics 😭

a one shot i really liked was the theory of liminality by aiyah. its almost 20k words and its about sokka getting stuck in space. its really angsty and i was so sad reading it 😭😭 but it has a happy ending!!

thats the only one i really have… i usually jump from long fic to long fic 😝

if u ever feel up for some long ones…

i recommend blue by bealeciphers, its about zukos time in ba sing se, more specifically an au where he and sokka become friends under some very FALSE pretenses (he never takes off the blue spirit mask)

and u know i gotta recommend leaving it all behind… by sreeder. SUPERRR DUPERRRR angsty, read all the tws!! basically about sokka being taking and put into zhaos torture prison camp after the northern water tribe raid. but this fic is litterally like almost 300k words so i dont expect u to read it 🎀

anyways, dont feel like u have to read the longer ones, i just felt bad ab not having a lot of short ones to recommend 😭

THANKS IOOO!!

#fanfiction #fanfic #ao3feed zukka #zukka au #zukka #oh yeah these are all zukka #fanfiction reccomendations

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kevotsuka · 8 months ago

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Porfa di más del preg!bezz fic

from the Wip Ask Game

ENTONCES tengo un fragmento escrito! un poco fome pido disculpas eso si orz orz orz / no beta y todo eso

ba-dum, ba-dum

"Podría no tenerlo", pero la idea deja un sabor a ceniza en su boca.

"No debería tenerlo", porque es egoísta traer al mundo a alguien sin planearlo, sin quererlo, pero-

¿él realmente no lo quiere?

"Me siento solo", desde que rompió con su ahora ex, ha tratado de no pensar en el hueco que quedó en su pecho en donde debería de haber estado. Buscó olvido con cuerpos calientes y sin importancia, rostros perdidos en un mar de placer que le obligó a no pensar en cómo, cuándo o quién y le dejó obtener lo que deseaba: no sentir la ausencia.

La simple idea de que haya alguien a quien amar y querer sin condiciones lo anima, siempre ha sido una especie de sueño lejano para él y ahora está allí, al alcance de su mano.

incluso si sus sentimientos sobre ser padre son complejos por el tipo de vida que lleva.

"¿Está dispuesto a dejarlo todo por un niño? ¿Va a cambiar la esencia de lo que es para poner la de otro ser humano por sobre él?"

Sabe lo que dicen de la gente que vive como él lo hace, escucha los susurros que lo llaman un buscador de peligro que roza incómodamente a la muerte más a menudo que no, que no siente ninguna preocupación o respeto por su familia que debe verlo arriesgarse cada día por ser más rápido, por convertirse en el mejor.

Un niño pequeño, alguien que dependa enteramente de él, no merece que su padre esté a un mal inicio de carrera de dejarlo para siempre.

También está bastante familiarizado con los sacrificios que sus padres y hermanas han hecho para apoyarlo, como su padre ha dejado su casa la mayor parte del año para perseguirlo alrededor del mundo.

Incluso para si, no puede no pensar en todas las partes de sí mismo que ha dado para ganar, cada cada remache puesto para que sus huesos vuelvan a su lugar y sanen más deprisa, con el único objetivo de vivir al límite para poder volver a subir a la moto (volver a ganar).

Mira la tira de la ecografía. Son tres imágenes de formas extrañas que se supone que son de su vientre, y realmente no entiende mucho, pero ahí está la prueba de que hay algo creciendo en él.

No necesita leer la nota en la base de la tira para saber lo que dice, ya lo ha memorizado.

Pasa su mano por su vientre. No se abulta, pero la doctora le dijo que pronto lo haría. Su cuerpo cambiaría para acomodar una nueva vida. Un pequeño bicho que crecería a partir de él.

Que debería de tomar su decisión antes de que eso ocurra, pero…

¿ya la ha tomado, no es así?

#wip game #preg! bez

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simarikvesevimli · 2 months ago

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dizideki ennn iyi look'larından biri bence eylül&mira ikilisinin. mira'nın spor şık tarzı ve eylül'ün bu kesim eteklerine ba yı lı yo rum.

#Medcezir rewatch

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peryodismo2425 · 2 months ago

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Sa likod ng bawat artikulo: Kilalanin, MC2025 Managing editor

Ni Natalie Cuervo | Nobyembre 9, 2024

“MC ka? Sarap ng buhay, sa aircon kayo, sulat-sulat lang. Kainggit.”

Napaisip ka ba kung sino-sino ang mga nagtatrabaho upang makarating sa’yo ang artikulo o litratong nasa harapan mo? O kung sino ang kumukuha ng mga opisyal na litrato ng mga ganap sa paaralan na pang-clout chase mo? O ‘di kaya ang mga handog ng Media Center (MC) na malikhaing akda at events feature na dumadaan sa feed? Kilalanin si Mira Leaño. Miyembro siya ng Media Center Batch 2025, bilang managing editor. Nagsimula ang kaniyang mas malalim na pag-aaral tungkol sa pagsulat at paglimbag noong taong 2022, sa baitang kung saan tumuntong siya sa senior high school. Opisyal siyang naging bahagi ng MC at nagsimula ng internship noong taong 2023.

Ani niya, “I’ve always had a natural inclination toward social sciences. Reflecting throughout my time in UPIS, nag-align siya perfectly with SSH strand.” Para sa kaniya, pinaka-angkop sa kanyang mga interes at kakayahan ang SSH. Kaya pinili niyang sumugal at tahakin ang mundo ng MC. Bukod pa rito, bukal na interes niya ang pagbabasa, mula sa Harry Potter series hanggang sa mga sulating hindi gaano kilala.

Bilang parte ng MC, nagiging hamon para sa kaniya ang pagkakulang sa tulog, siksik na iskedyul, pakikisama, at marami pang iba. Hindi maaaring gumana ang Media Center ng isang tao lamang ang nangangasiwa. Tulad ng anumang grupo, nahahati ito sa iba’t ibang parte at tungkulin. Isa na rito ang pagiging managing editor.

Ang mga tungkulin ni Mira ay nakasailalim sa editorial board. Isa siya sa mga nangangasiwa, nagkokolekta, at naglilimbag ng mga malikhaing akda at iba pang uri ng mga content. Ayon kay Mira, “It’s a demanding job. Maraming kailangan i-balance, like compiling and posting content. Being part of MC feels like being a part of a finely tuned machine, na bawat miyembro may importanteng role. Tuwing nakikita ko ‘yung trabaho namin na nagma-materialize, it keeps me going.”

Tulad ng kahit anong hinahangad na bunga, higit na kailangan diligan ng sipag at pasensya ang pagiging MC. Maraming pagkakataon na mabigat at masyadong mahaba ang proseso ng kanilang trabaho. Ngunit, para kay Mira, ibang klase ng pakiramdam ang makita mong nabuo ang pinagtatrabahuhan ninyo, at isa ito sa malalaking rason kung bakit patuloy siya na naglilingkod upang maibahagi ang talento ng MC pati na ng ibang mga taga-UPIS.

Parte rin siya ng UPIS Girls’ Volleyball Team kung kaya isa sa pinakamahalaga para sa kanya ay maayos na pagbalanse ng kanyang oras sa pagitan ng pagiging estudyante, managing editor, at atleta. Ayon sa kanyang kwento, isa sa mga hamon na nakakaharap niya ay ang pagsasabay minsan ng mga kailangang gawin—halimbawa, ng training at paghahanda sa paglilimbag. Kanya itong tinutugunan sa pamamagitan ng pag-uuna ng MC work para makapasok sa training upang handa na ito tsaka inilimbag pagkatapos ng ensayo.

Tinuturuan siya ng kanyang karanasan bilang miyembro ng MC at karanasan bilang isang atleta ng dalawang importanteng bagay: ang kakayahan na umangkop sa anumang trabaho o sitwasyon, at ang determinasyon at tatag na gampanan ang kanyang mga tungkulin na maihatid sa atin ang kanilang mga obra at talento.

Isa pa lamang si Mira sa ilang daang miyembro ng UPIS. Noon pa man, tahanan na ito ng napakaraming iskolar at mga taong lubos na para sa bayan. Sabi nga ni Mira, “UPIS is more than just a school; it is a nurturing community that instills a sense of responsibility and critical awareness in its members.”

Malaking bahagi ng proseso ng pag- usbong ni Mira bilang manunulat ang dilig ng mga itinuturo ng UPIS pati na ang paghulma nito sa kanyang mga pinaniniwalaan. Maitutulad sa isang punong umuusbong pa lamang, malayo pa ang mararating niya sa kaniyang napiling daan. Malayo pa, ngunit malayo na.

Gaya ng karanasan ni Mira, ang MC ay mas malawak pa sa pagsulat at paglilimbag. Ito rin ay isang lugar kung saan naipaaagos ang interes, sipag, at katangi-tanging mga galing. Na siyang bawat miyembro ay nagsisilbing puno sa hardin ng haligi ng UPIS.

Ika niya, “Joining MC felt purposeful. I’m passionate about storytelling, the power of words, and the impact of media in shaping public opinion.” Binigyan siya nito ng daan upang makapagbalik sa UPIS at makapag latag ng kanyang parte sa ating komunidad. Sa pamamagitan ng pagbibigay ng impormasyon at opinyon sa mga kasalukuyang mga isyung panlipunan at pagtulong magbigay ng plataporma sa ibang UPIS na estudyante para mapamahagi ang kanilang talento at opinyon.

Ngayon, sa ating pagbasa ng mga artikulo at malikhaing akda, makita sana at mabigyan ng pagkalugod ang trabaho, oras, at sakripisyong inilalaan ng ating mga ate na miyembro ng UPIS MC2025 na si Mira Leaño pati na ang ibang kasanib ng limbagan.

#Natalie Cuervo #Estudyante

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