#to a world filled to the brim of vibrancy

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

i am absolutely loving the melusine creator! could you maybe write a little bit more on what it was like when they first woke up as a melusine? i’d imagine that’d be quite the shift from human with fully articulate fingers to cute little mittens!

ohhhh you're so right!! also thank you hehe i'm also in love with this concept i'm glad people are enjoying it :]

the first thing you see when you open your eyes are colors. so. many. colors, all in dancing in your vision like a colorful array of gemstones. it's beautiful, and wonderful, and Archons it makes you dizzy so for a moment you just close your eyes and sit there in the quiet cavern, relishing the sudden silence. where you were slashed and stabbed and eventually slain still ache, but the pain slowly fades as you lay there in the dim light, intermittently opening your eyes and squeezing them shut again to get used to the new vibrancy of the world around you. you reach your arms up to give them a good stretch, stiff all over, and are greeted by a pair of colorful mittens rather than fingers and human hands

you freeze, holding yourself back from screaming when you take a look at your legs, all covered in swirling patterns almost dusted with tiny, shimmering stars

you're a Melusine, an actual Melusine, so small and colorful with a pair of squishy antennae and a little tail. everything is disorienting and odd as you attempt to walk around, not used to having such stumpy legs, contemplating your resurrection and new body. the surface has no appeal to you, filled to the brim with those who hunted and hurt you, so your legs carry you deeper into the caves, stumbling and tripping every so often. you barely even notice the tiny wings on your back, so overwhelmed by anything, by the memories of the pain and screaming. but there's a light touch on your shoulder that pulls you back to reality. another Melusine watches you worriedly, asking if you're lost and introducing herself as Cosanzeana

several nations over, an Abyssal beast sits bolt upright in the Eleventh Harbinger's chambers

[slamdunkhcs]

A story i had thought of for years now ngl 😭

rukawa visiting hanamichi during rehabilitation, a short story

The off-putting smell of disinfectant hung in the still air, mingling with the low volume of a midday game show playing on the small TV mounted in the corner. The hospital room was unremarkable—plain walls, a small window filtering gray light—but to Hanamichi Sakuragi, it felt like a prison. He sat slouched against the headboard, his gaze stuck on the screen but his mind miles away. His red hair, which was now overgrown and unkempt, had lost its usual vibrancy under the harsh fluorescent lights. For someone who had always lived in constant motion, a boy who had gone about life energized and brimming with reckless energy, being confined to this quiet, sterile place felt like slowly disappearing.

The days blurred together, each one stretching into the next. Rehabilitation was tough, not just on his body, but on his pride. After the Sannoh game—after putting everything on the line—he’d found himself here, recovering from the spinal injury that cut his season short. The doctors were optimistic about his recovery, but for Sakuragi, it felt like he’d been benched by life itself. Just when he thought he had discovered himself and his greatest passion. It hurt Hanamichi deeply, to say the least.

He poked at the tray of hospital food on the table beside him, which had gone cold and untouched, as his appetite had become buried beneath frustration and exhaustion. The early days of rehabilitation had been filled with visitors—his teammates showing up with easy jokes and loud promises that he’d be back on the court in no time. But life moved on, and the visits trickled away, leaving Sakuragi alone in a limbo of uncertainty.

A knock at the door jolted him out of his thoughts. He frowned. It was probably a nurse coming to nag him about his progress—or lack thereof.

“Come in,” he grumbled, not bothering to sit up straighter.

The door creaked open, and Sakuragi blinked in surprise. Standing there, calm and completely unbothered, was Kaede Rukawa. He was dressed in a hoodie and jeans, with a plastic bag in one hand and a basketball tucked under his arm. Without saying a word, Rukawa stepped inside, his sharp eyes sweeping the room before landing on Sakuragi.

“Fox?!” Sakuragi shouted, his voice somewhere between shock and indignation. “What are you doing here?”

“Visiting,” Rukawa replied simply, closing the door behind him. He placed the basketball on the chair near the bed and set the plastic bag on the small table.

“Well, I don’t need your pity,” Sakuragi shot back, folding his arms with a defensive scowl. His movements were stiff, the soreness in his back betraying him.

“It’s not pity,” Rukawa said, his voice as steady and indifferent as ever. He unpacked the bag and placed a bento box and a sports drink on the tray. “But you do look pathetic.”

Sakuragi’s jaw dropped, his fist clenching on instinct. “Why you—”

“Eat,” Rukawa interrupted, cutting him off with a tone so calm it was infuriating. He sat down in the chair, leaning back as if he had all the time in the world.

Sakuragi scowled at him but reached for the bento anyway. His hunger outweighed his pride, and he wasn’t about to starve to make a point. As he unwrapped the box and picked up the chopsticks, he shot Rukawa a suspicious glance. “Alright, what’s the deal? Why are you really here? Coach send you?”

Rukawa gave a slight nod. “Anzai-sensei wanted me to check in. Said you’d probably be sulking.”

“I’m not sulking!” Sakuragi shot back, his voice rising. “I’m just… thinking.”

“About what?” Rukawa asked, his gaze was direct in a way that made it impossible to dodge.

Caught off guard, Sakuragi hesitated, poking at the rice in his bento box. “About… basketball,” he muttered. “About whether I’ll ever play again.”

“You will,” Rukawa said, his voice so annoyingly matter-of-fact it left no room for doubt.

Sakuragi glanced at him, his irritation giving way to something softer. “How can you be so sure?”

“Because you’re too stubborn to quit,” Rukawa replied, leaning back further in his chair and stretching his arms. “Even when you’re terrible, you don’t stop.”

“Terrible?!” Sakuragi snapped, his voice fuming with indignation. “Are you here to insult me or motivate me, fox?”

Rukawa’s lips curved into the faintest smirk. “Both.”

For a moment, Sakuragi didn’t know whether to laugh or throw the bento box at his head. He settled for a grudging grin and shoved another bite of food into his mouth. The silence stretched between them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. For once, it felt… natural.

As Sakuragi finished his meal, he leaned back against the pillows, his expression growing more serious. “You know,” he began, his voice quieter now, “when I first got hurt, I didn’t want to see anyone. Not you guys, not even Coach. I felt… weak. Like I let everyone down.”

“You didn’t,” Rukawa said. His voice was slightly softer than usual but just as steady and certain.

Sakuragi let out a dry laugh, and his gaze dropped to his hands. “Yeah, right. I barely lasted the game. I pushed myself too hard, and now I’m here. Meanwhile, you’re all out there playing while I’m stuck in this bed.”

“You gave everything,” Rukawa responded. “That’s what mattered.”

Sakuragi looked up and blinked, startled by the blunt honesty in Rukawa’s voice. “Did you just… compliment me? Did Kaede Rukawa actually say something nice?”

“Don’t get used to it,” Rukawa replied with a shrug, though there was a faint trace of amusement in his expression.

Sakuragi laughed, the sound spilling out before he could stop it. It hurt, his back protesting the sudden movement, but he couldn’t help himself. Rukawa stood, grabbing the basketball and placing it on the bed.

“When you’re ready,” he said quietly, “we’ll see who the real tensai is.”

Sakuragi’s grin widened, and in that moment, it was as if his old spark returned. “You’d better be ready, fox. I’m coming back stronger than ever.”

Rukawa didn’t respond, but as he reached the door, he paused and glanced back. “Take your time. Don’t rush it.”

When the door clicked shut behind him, Sakuragi stared at the basketball sitting at the foot of his bed. The sterile room felt a little less suffocating now. For the first time in weeks, he felt something close to hope—something solid enough to hold on to.

He leaned back against the pillows, his hand brushed the basketball as a small, determined smile crossed his face. The road ahead would be long and hard and painful, but he’d take every step. And when he came back, he’d make sure Rukawa never forgot who the real tensai was.

[theonlyonesora]

Chapter 5: Golden Year (2006)

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The air in 2006 carried a vibrance that could only exist in fleeting moments of youth. Kyoto’s skies were a brilliant shade of blue, dotted with lazy clouds drifting past the warmth of a sun that bathed the Jujutsu Tech grounds in golden light. Laughter echoed through the courtyard as a group of students reveled in the unspoken camaraderie of shared struggles and fleeting triumphs.

The haunted house was their challenge, a mission meant to test courage and skill. The dilapidated structure loomed ominously in the distance, ivy snaking through shattered windows like the fingers of ghosts long forgotten. Dust motes danced in the faint light that filtered through the cracks of rotting wood. This was no place for joy, yet here they were, young and brimming with a sense of invincibility that could only belong to students who believed they could take on the world.

Yuna and Utahime had ventured ahead, daring one another to brave the shadows. Their laughter had faded to silence, replaced by the unsettling creaks of an unstable floor and the whispers of the past that seemed to cling to the air. When the structure gave way, time itself seemed to pause.

Gojo, ever the confident, was the first to arrive. His silhouette was framed by the glow of an afternoon sun slipping into twilight. He peered into the gloom, calling out. “I came to save you two. Are you crying?” His voice was dripping with sarcasm, but his eyes betrayed concern.

Utahime’s furious reply came from under a pile of rubble, her face dusted with dirt but her spirit untouched. “Shut up, Gojo!” she snapped, her anger lending her strength to free herself.

It was a chaotic rescue, filled with bickering and teasing. Shoko and Mei Mei joined soon after, their relief palpable as Utahime and Yuna emerged bruised but smiling.

“Here, let me help,” Shoko said softly, dusting off Yuna’s clothes with tender care. “Thanks, Shoko,” Yuna replied, her voice warm.

Meanwhile, Mei Mei was determined to get her hug from Geto, who tried to sidestep her affection with little success.

“Stay still, Suguru,” Mei Mei teased, wrapping her arms around him.

Gojo leaned against a broken beam, his grin unfazed by the chaos. “Utahime, I’d say you owe me a thank-you.”

“I’d rather thank Suguru,” Utahime retorted with a sly smile.

Yuna smirked, stepping closer to Geto and wrapping her arms around his waist. “Too bad for you, Utahime. Suguru’s already mine.”

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The group, now reunited and relieved, decided to head into the city for drinks. The walk was filled with laughter, their steps in sync with the rhythm of a friendship forged through fire. Gojo led the way, his white hair catching the dim glow of streetlights as they neared their destination.

Inside the bar, the atmosphere was warm, the hum of conversation and clinking glasses creating a soothing backdrop. Yuna and Geto sat close, their shoulders touching.

“What drink would you like, Yuna?” Geto asked, his voice soft but steady. “A Yamabuki,” she said with a faint smile.

As the drinks arrived, Geto leaned in, placing a light kiss on Yuna’s cheek. She blushed, her happiness radiating. Across the table, Gojo groaned dramatically.

“All this sweetness is making me want to throw up,” he muttered, earning laughter from the group.

Yet, not all hearts were light. Utahime’s gaze lingered on Yuna and Geto, her smile forced. Mei Mei nudged her playfully, but the sadness in Utahime’s eyes spoke of longing she couldn’t quite hide.

“She’s still holding onto her crush,” Gojo whispered to Yuna, who frowned.

“I thought it’d pass after we started dating,” Yuna murmured, her voice tinged with guilt.

“Utahime’s stubborn,” Gojo said. “She’ll come around, eventually.”

The night continued with teasing and lighthearted banter, a balm for the soul. Yuna kissed Shoko on the cheek, earning a shy smile, then turned to Gojo, planting a kiss that turned his face a brilliant shade of pink. Finally, she kissed Geto, their affection drawing playful groans from their friends.

“Let’s go home,” Yuna said softly.

As they left the bar, the streets glimmered with the light of neon signs and stars barely visible in the city’s haze. Yuna and Geto walked hand in hand, their love a quiet force that steadied them. Gojo, Shoko, Mei Mei, and Utahime followed, their chatter filling the air like music. Though Utahime trailed behind, her footsteps slower, her heart heavier, the night ended as it always did—with the unbreakable bonds of a friendship that, even through jealousy and heartbreak, stood firm. For in their shared past, they found the strength to face the uncertain future.

[lendeah]

After the Weave 1.

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Summary:

After defeating the Nether Brain, Gale makes a promise to Tav: he will move to Waterdeep and marry her. However, he breaks his pledge when he feels the pull of his former goddess, Mystra, and leaves to forge the Karsus Crown and become a god, which leaves Tav feeling betrayed and alone.

Astarion, now fully consumed by the shadows, offers Tav a new mission. Together, they try to rebuild themselves and move on from their past. As they rely on each other in unexpected ways, they find a new sense of purpose and meaning, and realize that fate will always lead you back to where you belong.

Pairing: Astarion x OFC!Tav, past Gale x OFC!Tav

Tags: Angst, Drinking to Cope, References to Depression, Eventual Fluff, Eventual Smut, Emotional Baggage, Unresolved Emotional Tension, Post-Break Up, Tav finds herself again with Astarion, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD

Word count: 4.4k

Warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption, language.

Also on AO3

Being with him was like being enveloped in a warm, golden glow; his presence adding vibrancy and light to every moment. Even in the bleakest moments, when I felt lost in the chaos of battle, he remained a constant beacon of hope and love. His strong arms always provided support and comfort, our souls intertwining in ways I never thought possible. But every now and then, when the chaos around us subsided and we had a moment of peace, Gale would pull me away from the rest of our troop. We would find a quiet spot, away from prying eyes, and just be together. In those moments, it was like the rest of the world didn't exist. It was just him and me.

"With you, I forget my goddess. I love you" he had whispered in my ear, under a sea of stars. And in that moment, it felt like all of my doubts and fears disappeared. Gale's love for me was real and true; it was something worth holding onto amidst the chaos of war.

So as we stood victorious over the defeated Brain, I turned to the wizard with a triumphant smile and tears streaming down my cheeks. This was what we had risked our lives for, what we had fought and bled for.

"Beloved," Gale whispered, his voice brimming with emotion. "We have faced countless perils together, defying fate itself. Our love has withstood trials and tribulations that most would crumble under. I cannot fathom another day without you by my side."He took a step closer, our bodies gravitating towards each other as if pulled by an invisible force.

The crashing waves and salty sea air filled their lungs as they stood on the decks of the city, overlooking the ocean. The sun was setting in a blaze of pink and orange, casting a warm glow over our faces. "Let us leave this place," he said, his voice trembling with emotion. "We should go back home to Waterdeep. We can build a life together, away from the battles and the constant threat of danger. We can find solace in each other's arms, and create a haven where love and peace reign supreme." he took a deep breath, mustering the courage to add, "Let's get married." His words resonated deep within my soul, stirring a longing I hadn't realized was there. Yes, Waterdeep, the city of wonders and dreams, seemed like the perfect place to start our new chapter.

"Yes," I whispered, the word escaping my lips like a fervent prayer. "I'd be honored to marry you, Gale Dekarios."

He took me that same night, slow and deliberate, as if we had all the time in the world. As we laid in each other's arms, the the warm body next to mine, our intertwined hands, and synchronized breaths felt like an unbreakable bond, our future stretching out before us like an endless summer day. And through the days following the battle, it did. Helping reconstruct buildings, tending the wounded, and giving food and shelter to those in need; everything was keeping us so busy that I didn't notice the faraway look in his eyes. He still held me close at night, his touch as loving as ever, but something seemed to be weighing heavily on his mind.

One morning, exactly one week after the last battle, when my hand reached out instinctively to the side of the bed where Gale used to lay, I felt coldness that wasn't there before. The familiar scent of his cologne lingered in the air, but the silence revealed a very different reality. A heavy feeling settled in my chest as I tried to swallow down the lump in my throat. My eyes scanned our small tent frantically, searching for any sign of him, but all that remained was a single letter addressed to me. Its edges were slightly crumpled, evidence of many folds and unfolding during long nights. With trembling hands, I opened it and read every word carefully, trying to hold onto every piece of him that I could.

To my love

The crown is somewhere in the Chionthar. If I salvage the stones I can reforge it. Only then can I attain the power to protect us from all harm, my love. We could rule together, you as my goddess by my side as I ascend to godhood. I know I pledged to forsake my past for you, but now I must break that vow. The weight of this curse is too heavy for me to bear alone, and I cannot bear the thought of living with it forever. I need to confront her, to stand as her equal this time. I will do everything in my power to surpass her, to make up for all the wrongs she has done, even if it means leaving you behind. But you must understand that if I am successful, I will return to you and make up for all the time we have lost. Please hold onto hope and know that my heart aches with every step I take away from you.

Farewell, my love, until we can be reunited once again.

My tears turned into a relentless stream, blurring the words on Gale's letter as I read it for what felt like the hundredth time. Each phrase cut deeper than the last, carving painful wounds that would never heal. How could he do this to me? Betrayal and rage consumed me as I struggled to understand how the person who had asked me to marry him barely days before could turn their back on it for the sake of power and vengeance.

After that, everything became a blur. I found myself falling into a rhythm of constant busyness. I would wake up at the crack of dawn and immediately begin tackling the tasks that awaited me. And while it brought me some sense of fulfillment to help those in need, it also served as a convenient distraction from Gale's absence and his quest for power. If I kept myself busy enough, I wouldn't have time to dwell on my shattered relationship with Gale, on the nightmares that plagued my mind with the blood and death I had been through in the last year.

I had become known as the go-to person for any problem, big or small. I made sure to accept every task that came my way, no matter how difficult or time-consuming it may have been. Whether it was helping someone mend their broken roof or comforting a grieving family, I threw myself into each task with determination and purpose. But it wasn't just physical tasks that occupied my time. Many villagers would come to me seeking advice or simply wanting someone to listen to their troubles. And so, in addition to being their physical savior, I became their emotional support as well. For that brief moment when they smiled or thanked me for my help, all the weight on my shoulders lifted and for just a moment, everything felt okay again. Yet, behind my forced smile and empathetic words lay the reality of my shattered existence, haunted each night by the memories of my past as the darkness enveloped me.

Each night, I awoke drenched in sweat, my mind haunted by visions of cruel emperors, slaughtered gnomes, and fallen tieflings. The stench of death clung to me, as if the blood was still fresh on my hands. And the nightmare continued, as I woke up alone in a dirty basement, with no one to turn to. So it became my mission not to sleep; if I was busy and distracted, I didn't have time to think about Gale or death. And if my actions were making other people happy in the process, then everyone won.

However, as the days passed, I could feel myself becoming more and more distant from my friends. With Halsin, Wyll and Karlach gone, Lae'zel busy settling her people in the city, Shadowheart tirelessly rebuilding Selûne's temple, and Astarion retreating into the shadows, I felt completely alone. I found myself longing for their company, for the familiar banter and laughter we used to share. But every time I even attempted to reach out to them, something held me back. Maybe it was fear of being a burden or just not wanting to face my own emotions by confronting theirs. And even on those few occasions I did meet with Lae'zel or Shadowheart, I couldn't bring myself to tell them about Gale's letter or how much it hurt me because I couldn't bear to see their pity or judgment.

"He's just traveling. You know him, always seeking knowledge!" I lied through gritted teeth.

But deep down, I knew that the lie was eating away at my soul. The truth was too painful to voice out loud, even to my closest companions.

So, I buried my agony in feeling helpful, as I always did. I worked tirelessly to provide aid to those who had lost their homes and loved ones. I took on more tasks, stayed up later, and pushed myself beyond my limits. But it seemed like the harder I tried to deny my emotions, the louder they screamed for attention. My exhaustion finally caught up to me, both physically and mentally. One day, as I was helping a family rebuild their home after a devastating fire, I collapsed from exhaustion. The family helped me, of course, but word quickly spread that I had fallen ill. People began to avoid me, their once-welcoming demeanor turning cold and distant. They no longer sought out my help or accepted any aid I offered. This only added to my mounting frustration and despair, until finally, I reached my breaking point.

With nothing but time on my hands, the memories of Gale flooded back with a force that knocked me off balance. All those moments we shared flashed before my eyes in vivid detail – our first meeting on the portal, our adventures in the underdark, where we had first kissed, him asking to marry me... It was like ripping open an old wound that never fully healed. But even worse were the memories of slashing, cutting, severing flesh, of fresh blood and dead bodies. I needed another distraction; and that distraction came in the form of wine and rum. But even as I drowned my sorrows in ale, I knew it was a temporary escape. The sweet burn of alcohol numbed the pain for a little while, but it always came back tenfold once the drinks wore off. Before long, I found myself frequenting taverns more and more often. It was my new coping mechanism, my escape from reality. With each passing day, I could feel myself spiraling deeper into despair and self-pity.

One night, as I stumbled out of yet another tavern, swaying on unsteady legs, the piercing sound of my name being called cut through the fog of alcohol-induced numbness.

"Elara, what-?" The voice was familiar and filled with concern. "Oh gosh... he has left for good, hasn't he?" the tone was gentle but firm.

My dizzy eyes can make up a silver updo and tan skin. I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself as I glance over at Shadowheart. Her usually warm and welcoming expression was replaced by a mix of concern and disappointment.

I let out a bitter laugh before taking another swig of rum. "No shit," my words are slurred and barely coherent. "I can't believe you really bought into that whole traveling bullshit."

Shadowheart's expression shifts from concern to irritation as she leans closer to me. "Don't you dare mock me," she hisses. "You know as well as I do that something is wrong with you."

I smile grimly

"Oh, so now you care?" I say, trying to glare at Shadowheart through bleary eyes. "You have been away for months and it's only now you decide to play the savior card."

Shadowheart's expression darkened at my words, and I could see the hurt in her eyes. But I am too angry, too drunk, to care.

"Well, I'm doing just fine," I continue, taking another long sip of my drink. "So why don't you return to your temple or whatever shithole you came from and leave me alone."

She rolls her eyes.

"Yes. Of course, you're doing fine. You're so fine that I found you lying in a tavern, wallowing in self-pity, drunk off your ass. Clearly the picture of good health and sound mind."

I scoffed, staring at Shadowheart with glazed eyes. "What do you know about me? About what I've been through?" My words slurred together, fueled by the mixture of anger and alcohol coursing through my veins. "You think you can just waltz back into my life and judge me? Well, you can't. You have no idea what it feels like to be abandoned by the person you love."

Shadowheart's brows furrowed, her normally composed demeanor faltering for a moment. "I do know" she snapped "In fact, the person I love is all the way down in the freaking avernus!"

The word hung in the air between us, the weight of its significance crashing down on me like a heavy stone. I stare at Shadowheart, the alcohol dulling my senses but unable to numb the pang of guilt in my chest. She's right - I hadn't even considered what she must be going through, separated from Karlach.

"I'm sorry," I mumble, lowering my eyes in shame.

Shadowheart's expression softens slightly.

"It's alright. I know you're hurting." She pauses, choosing her next words carefully. "But drinking yourself to death won't make the pain go away. It will only make things worse."

I struggle to keep my mouth shut, but my stubbornness gets the best of me and I shake my head defiantly. "I don't care," I mutter through clenched teeth, taking another long sip of my drink. But deep down, I know that's a lie. All I want is to forget, but part of me knows that I can't just push these feelings away so easily.

Shadowheart sighs and reaches to grab my hand.

"Listen to me," she says firmly, looking me in the eyes with a determined gaze. "I know how hard this is for you. But you can't give up like this. We need you - your friends need you."

A surge of anger rises within me at her words, and I jerk my hand away from hers.

"Don't talk to me about friends," I snap bitterly. "Where were my friends when I needed them? Everyone left." I choke "Everyone always leaves."

Shadowheart's face creases "We were all dealing with grief in our own ways."

I scoff and take another gulp of my drink.

"Grief? Is that what you call it? How convenient."

Shadowheart's eyes narrow slightly at my accusation, but she keeps her composure. "I never abandoned you," she says firmly."None of us did. We were worried about you."

I let out a bitter laugh.

"Sure, you were all so worried."

After a long moment, she lets out an exhausted sigh, seemingly coming to terms with the fact that I will not budge on my decision. "You know what? Fine. Drink yourself into oblivion," she says with a resigned tone. "But just know that when you're ready to face reality, we'll be waiting." Slowly, she turns and leaves the dimly lit street.

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Several days later, I find myself in a similar situation, but at a different place. I wanted to ensure that none of the others will attempt to track me down. While Shadowheart's words still hangered in my mind, I couldn't help but feel shame at the person I have become. It was hard to admit that I needed their help. Accepting it would mean admitting defeat and acknowledging that I hit rock bottom. But the hardest part was accepting that Gale would never come back to me, enduring the nightmares without any ale to numb them.

I sit alone at a table in the corner, watching the other clients as they laugh and drink with their companions. I envy their untroubled attitude and wish I could join in on their happiness. But deep down, I know that my grief is consuming me.

A group of rowdy half-orcs stumble over to my table, clearly drunk and looking for trouble. I try to ignore them, hoping they will just pass by. But instead, they stop right beside me and leer down at me with malicious grins.

"Looks like we found ourselves a little present," one of them slurs, gesturing towards me with his mug.

Another one takes a step closer and smirks at my face, his breath reeking of alcohol. "Look at her, all alone and pathetic."

My hands grip the edge of the table tightly as I feel a surge of anger rising within me. If I had my magic... But I take a deep breath and try to keep my voice steady as I respond,"There is nothing here for you."

The orcs, however, don't seem to care about my words as they continue to make crude comments about my appearance.

"All those scars, what are you? A mercenary?" one of them snorts, taking another step closer.

I feel a lump form in my throat as I struggle to hold back tears. Normally, I would have stood up for myself or even fought back, but tonight I am too lost in my own misery to even react. Suddenly, one of them reaches out and grabs my arm forcefully, causing me to flinch in fear.

"Come on, babe," he slurs. "I'll make you forget all about your troubles."

I start to panic, my mind racing as I search for a way out of this situation.

But before things can escalate any further, a strong hand grabs one of the men's wrists and forcefully pulls him away from me.

I look up to see a familiar face - For a second, I think it's going to be Shadowheart again, a flash of ivory hair aprearing in the corner of my eye. But then I realize it's someone much, much worse.

"Leave her alone," he growls, his voice full of authority.

It seems like they want to replicate, but once they take a look at his bared fangs, the half-orcs hesitate for a moment before backing off and leaving the tavern with grumbles and curses. When he turns his head back to me, Astarion has his usual smirk plastered over his face.

"Hello, my dear" His sharp features and piercing eyes send a shiver down my spine. "I see you've fallen quite low since our last encounter."

"What do you want, Astarion?" I spit out through gritted teeth, still shaken. Yet another companion to make fun of my state. Great.

Astarion sits down across from me, still wearing his smirk. "Just curious to see how you were coping without your favorite vampire comrade," he taunts, taking a sip of his drink. "Not very well, by the looks of you." he comments, gesturing towards my disheveled appearance. I feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment as I try to smooth out my hair and straighten my clothes. This is not how I wanted to be seen by any of my friends, let alone Astarion.

"Whatever" I reply nonchalantly, "Did Shadowheart tell you to come here?"

Astarion smirks, knowing exactly how to push my buttons. "No, no, she didn't. I just happened to be in the area and thought I'd check up on my dear friend." His words drip with sarcasm.

I scoff and take another swig of my drink, trying to ignore him.

"But really," Astarion leans in closer. "What happened? One minute we're all fighting side by side, and the next, you're drowning yourself in ale."

I glared back at him, feeling defensive. "None of your damn business."

He leaned back with a smug grin. "Ah, but I think it is."

I let out an exasperated sigh and take another swig of my drink, hoping he'll get the hint and leave me alone. But as usual, Astarion seems to enjoy getting under my skin. He reaches across the table and grabs my drink before I can protest.

"Hey!" I try to grab it back but he holds it out of reach.

"No more drinking for you," he says with a mock stern expression. "Now tell me what's going on."

"Thank you for your concern, but I'm fine." I say, trying to dismiss the conversation.

Astarion's eyes narrow as he studies me intently. "Fine? You look like you've been through hell." he states bluntly.

I sigh and run a hand through my hair again, feeling a sense of exhaustion wash over me. Maybe it's because of everything that has happened in the past few days or maybe it's just the alcohol finally catching up to me.

I glare daggers at him and finally relent with a heavy sigh. "Fine. Gale...he's gone."

"Gone?" Astarion's eyebrows raise in surprise. "As in dead?"

I shake my head sadly. "No...just...gone." My voice cracks on the last word and I have to take a deep breath to compose myself.

A look of understanding crosses Astarion's face and he nods slowly. "Well, it looks like he really went all in on his illusions this time."

I sigh, in no mood for jesting.

Astarion, sensing my lack of humor, leans back in his chair and adopts a more serious expression. "I'm sorry for your loss," he says sincerely, sliding my drink back across the table towards me.

I reluctantly take the drink and give him a nod of acknowledgment, appreciating his rare display of empathy."Thank you," I reply, my voice softening slightly. "I appreciate that."

He nods, seemingly lost in thought for a moment before speaking again. "Although, you know, at the end of the day it's Gale we are talking about, so is it really that big of a loss?"

I roll my eyes at Astarion's insensitive comment. "He was still a good boyfriend, despite his flaws," I reply pointedly.

"Hmm..." Astarion seems to be pondering this before shrugging nonchalantly. "Well, if you say so."

I take a deep breath and try to calm myself down before continuing. "Anyway, what do you want from me? You always have an ulterior motive for your visits"

Astarion smirks again, leaning back in his chair. "You know me so well," he drawls sarcastically. "I actually came here with an interesting proposition."

I raise an eyebrow skeptically. "What kind of proposition?"

He smirks, "You see, even though I excel at pretty much everything, it appears I'm struggling with the... spawn issue, if you know what I mean." He pauses dramatically, waiting for my reaction. "And being the hero that you are," he continues with a hint of condescension, "I was wondering if you could grace me with your whole knight in shining armor wisdom and help me out. Not that I actually need it, mind you. I just think even someone as skilled as myself needs guidance in this kind of situations." He leans back in his chair, with a relaxed smile.

"No"

His face falls dramatically. "What? What do you mean no?"

I roll my eyes.

"I mean exactly what I said," I reply firmly, not breaking eye contact with Astarion. "I have no interest in being your 'knight in shining armor' or helping you with any spawn issues. Find someone else to pester."

Astarion's face falls at my immediate rejection, but he quickly composes himself and leans forward with a suave smile. "Come on, darling," he purrs, reaching out to touch my hand. "Think of the thrill, the excitement of facing such a challenge together."He pauses and adds "just like the old times."

A wave of emotion washes over me at the mere thought. Memories of the past flood my mind, when Gale's presence provided a comforting weight on my side. When our group was at its strongest and most united, standing together against all odds. When everything seemed so easy, so at reach.

I reply with a bitter tone, "Those days are gone for good."

Astarion groans "Gosh, will you stop being so dramatic."

I raise an eyebrow at that. He is one to talk.

Astarion chuckles at my eyebrow raise, a playful glint in his eyes. "Touché, my dear." he admits. "But I'm serious about this, you know. We make a great team, you and I. And who knows, maybe hunting down vampire spawn will help distract you from your... sorrows."

I sigh, torn between the desire to wallow in my grief and the possibility of finding some kind of purpose again. I will admit, weeping and drinking myself to sleep every night does, while comforting, sounds sad. Plus, Astarion's proposition is tempting. At least that way I will have something other than ale to distract myself with.

"Fine," I finally relent, surprising both him and myself. "But Just because I'm agreeing to this doesn't mean I have forgotten you haven't reached out in months."

Astarion's smirk widens as he raises an eyebrow mockingly. "Oh, I would never dream of such a thing," he says with exaggerated sincerity."But let's just say, I did save your sorry behind from those hideous orcs. So I'd say we're even now."

I roll my eyes at his theatrics but can't help feeling a glimmer of anticipation deep within me. Perhaps there is still some fight left in me after all.

With a clap of his hands, he exclaims triumphantly,"It's decided then, dear Elara. You'll join me at the Crimson Palace tomorrow. I've already arranged for a room for you here," he says smoothly. "And trust me, it's much more luxurious than any tent or tavern room you've ever stayed in."

My brows furrow

"Absolutely not. I refuse to live in that sinister place." I say firmly. "Much less if it's with you"

Astarion lets out a dramatic sigh. "Oh, of course not. Because living alone in a moldy, cramped basement beneath the barracks is much more appealing."

I narrow my eyes at him suspiciously. It almost sounds like he's been planning this for a while now.

"Wait, what? How do you even..." And then, I know. "Shadowheart told you, didn't she? Is there anything she didn't tell you? That damned snitch."

Astarion chuckles at my outburst and shrugs nonchalantly. "She may have mentioned it," he admits with a sly grin."She has always been keen on gossip, after all."

I let out an exasperated sigh and shake my head.

Astarion grins, his red eyes sparkling with amusement "You can't expect me to trust you to do a good job while out of my sight. I mean, from what I see now, you could scape at any moment to get drunk and pass out in the street. And then, what good would that do to our poor spawn?" He says, pretending to be deeply worried.

I roll my eyes and cross my arms defensively. "Fine," I huff. "You win. I'll stay at the Crimson Palace, but only because it's the best option for the spawn."

Astarion raises an eyebrow in mock surprise. "Oh, so you do care about the spawn after all? I'm touched," he says sarcastically.

I shoot him a glare, and he relents with a smirk.

"Alright, alright. Enjoy your drinking session then. But don't forget, tomorrow we have important responsibilities."

"Ah yes, the joys of parenthood" I say sarcastically.

And to my surprise, I don't even finish my drink before returning to my basement, finally having something to look forward to.

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As the weight of Siderio's accusations settles over the crowd, leaving a palpable tension hanging in the air, Camilo's voice suddenly pierces the silence, a beacon of defiance in the face of despair. "Let her go, Siderio!" he demands, his tone brimming with a mix of anger and desperation. His posture is one of unwavering determination, even as the rain lashes down around them, leaving him soaked but undeterred.

Siderio's gaze shifts towards Camilo, his expression one of disdain as he spits out, "Oh, you, the shapeshifter." He eyes Camilo with a dismissive sneer, his voice dripping with contempt. "I don't know why you bother. You don't know her like I do, her soul inside and out. You're nothing but a nuisance. Give up," he commands, waving Camilo off as if he were an insignificant obstacle.

But Camilo stands his ground, the resolve in his eyes unshaken. "That's not true!" he retorts, his voice rising above the storm's fury. "And she won't give up, not as long as we're here for her!" His declaration is more than a challenge; it's a promise, an oath made in the face of an enemy who seeks to dismantle everything they hold dear.

The townspeople, witnessing this exchange, find themselves caught between fear and hope, the courage of a young Madrigal igniting a flicker of unity among them.

Camilo's refusal to back down, to cede ground to the specter that has taken you from them, serves as a rallying cry, a reminder that the strength of Encanto lies not in individual gifts but in the bonds that tie them together.

Siderio's scowl deepens, the red glow in his eyes intensifying as he realizes that Camilo's resolve, and the growing solidarity among the onlookers, poses a threat to his plans.

Yet, in this moment of confrontation, it's clear that Camilo's words have struck a chord, challenging the narrative of division and highlighting the power of collective hope and resilience.

The Madrigals, united in purpose if not in method, encircle you, their faces etched with concern and determination. At the forefront is Camilo, his usual playfulness replaced by a fierce resolve.

It's clear that whatever happens next, the path to freeing you from Sidero's grasp will not be easy nor without risk.

Camilo steps forward, his voice steady yet filled with warmth. "Sidero, I know you're angry, and you have every right to be. But this... this isn't the way," he implores, his words reaching out not just to the spirit possessing you but to the pain and resentment that fueled his actions.

Your father, standing alongside the Madrigals, adds his voice to Camilo's plea. "Please, let my child go. We can find another way to honor your memory and the pain of those you wanted to save."

As Camilo's words hang in the air, a palpable tension grips the crowd, their collective breath held in anticipation of Siderio's response.

The spirit, harboring decades of resentment and sorrow, teeters on the edge of unleashing a wrath that could devastate Encanto and its inhabitants.

Yet, it's then, in the midst of this standoff, that you, trapped within the confines of your own mind yet somehow more present than ever, reach out to Siderio with a plea of your own. "Siderio, please," your voice, a whisper in the storm, imbued with the memories of a bond forged in the aftermath of loss.

A memory unfolds, a scene from a time when the world seemed too vast and your grief too deep.

You were just seven, the pain of your mother's passing a constant echo in your heart. Beneath the sapling that Isabela had grown in her memory, you sat, a small figure engulfed by sorrow.

It was there Siderio found you, his presence a silent offer of companionship in your solitude.

"Hello, chiquita," his voice, gentle, a contrast to the turmoil within you.

"Hi, Siderio," your response, muted, bereft of its usual vibrancy.

In the quiet shadow of the sapling, you looked up at Siderio, his form less intimidating in the shared silence of grief. "How do you deal with missing them?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, curiosity and sorrow mingling in your young eyes.

Siderio floated closer, his spectral presence somehow comforting in the moment. "I talk to them," he began, his voice carrying a wistful tone. "I tell them about my day, my fears, and my hopes. It's as if they're still here with me... listening."

Your eyes widened, a sense of wonder replacing the initial sadness. "Can we make a promise?" you ventured, the idea forming as the words spilled out. "To always be there for each other, even if you're... not really here?"

Siderio's ethereal form seemed to brighten, a smile tugging at the corners of his ghostly visage. "I would like that very much, chiquita."

Encouraged, you extended your pinky, a universal gesture of trust and friendship among children. "Let's pinky promise then," you declared, a smile breaking through your sorrow.

Siderio, amused and touched by the gesture, attempted to wrap his own translucent pinky around yours. But as his hand phased through yours, a soft chuckle escaped him. "It seems we'll have to find another way to seal our promise," he said, the humor in the situation not lost on either of you.

The air around you seems to thicken, a visible manifestation of Sidero wrestling with the emotions these appeals stir within him. For a moment, it seems as if nothing will change, that the grip of vengeance is too strong to break. But then, something remarkable happens.

A soft, almost imperceptible glow begins to emanate from within you, a light that grows steadily in intensity until it fills the entire square.

It's the magic of the Encanto, but it's different somehow—infused with empathy, understanding, and a deep, abiding love. It's the collective will of the Madrigals and the townspeople, their desire for peace and reconciliation made manifest.

As the light surrounds you, you feel the oppressive weight of Sidero's presence begin to lessen, his hold on you weakening as he's confronted with the realization that revenge will not heal the wounds of the past. In this light, he sees not enemies but people willing to acknowledge his pain, to offer solace and understanding.

"Sidero, it's time to let go," you find yourself saying, your voice clear and strong, free from the influence that had silenced you. "Let us help you find peace."

There's a moment of resistance, a final, futile attempt to cling to the anger that had defined Sidero's existence for so long. But then, as if exhaling a breath he'd been holding for years, Sidero relents.

The red in your eyes fades, replaced once again by their natural hue, as the spirit's essence lifts from your body, coalescing into a form that stands before you.

Sidero, now visibly at peace, nods in understanding and gratitude. "Thank you," he whispers, his voice echoing with the weight of unshed tears and unspoken apologies.

With one last look, a silent farewell to you and those who had stood by your side, he turns and steps into the light, his form dissolving until nothing remains but a gentle breeze that caresses your cheek like a benediction.

As consciousness gently pulls you back from the brink of darkness, the first thing you notice is the warmth enveloping you, a stark contrast to the cold grip of the void you've just returned from.

Your eyes flutter open, struggling against the brightness of the world you're re-entering. And there, looming into your blurry vision, is Camilo's face, etched with lines of worry and relief. His green eyes, usually dancing with mischief, now shimmer with unspoken concern.

"There she is," he murmurs, his voice a soothing balm to the chaos that had just ensued in your mind. His hand, warm and reassuring, caresses the apple of your cheek, grounding you to the here and now.

Despite the whirlwind of emotions, a small smile finds its way to your lips, a silent thank you for his presence, for being your anchor in the storm.

He helps you sit up, his hands steady and gentle, and before you can fully orient yourself, you're enveloped in another embrace.

This one's different; it's filled with a familiar warmth, a protective strength that you've known all your life. Your father's arms wrap around you, his body trembling with a mix of fear and relief.

"Muñequita, I was so worried," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. You can feel his breath shudder as he exhales, a father's relief at seeing his child safe. The term of endearment, one he's used since you were a child, feels like a lifeline, pulling you further away from the darkness that had threatened to consume you.

"I'm sorry, Papa," you manage to say, your voice a mere whisper as you cling to him. The apology is for the scare you've given him, for the moments of terror he must have felt watching you collapse, a pawn in a game played by forces beyond your understanding.

But in this moment, as you sit there surrounded by the people who mean the world to you, you realize the strength of the bonds that tie you to this life. Camilo's unwavering support, your father's unconditional love—these are the beacons that guide you back, time and again, from the brink.

As you look around, taking in the faces of the Madrigals and the townspeople gathered around, you see not just concern but a shared resolve. This experience, terrifying though it was, has only served to strengthen the ties that bind you to your community, to the magic that flows through Encanto.

The ordeal with Sidero, the journey through darkness to bring light to a tormented soul, has left its mark on you, but it has also revealed the depth of your own strength and the unbreakable bonds of family and friendship.

And as you sit there, nestled in the safety of your father's embrace, with Camilo's hand in yours, you know that no matter what challenges may come, you're not alone. Together, you've faced the darkness and emerged stronger for it.

This moment, a quiet pause in the aftermath of turmoil, is a testament to the power of love and the unyielding spirit of those who stand together in the face of adversity.

And as you finally let go of the fear and the apologies, you allow yourself to lean into the love and support that surrounds you, ready to face whatever the future holds, together.

A/N: this book is like my lil baby can't believe i finished it🥹🥹🥹 edit: also wanna apologize for the rushed end i just kinda lost inspiration for the 'encanto' aspect and didn't want to diverge from the cutsy storyline--my plot for this went real dark and needed a better setting up... one day i may retry this but until then, thank you babies ❤️

[arvandus]

Hiii! Congrats on your 1k!! <3

For your event, could I please request "I Like You (A Happier Song)" by Post Malone ft. Doja Cat with Kazutora from Tokyo Revengers?

If not, I can change the character! Please let me know. Thank you!

😁

Sure! I'd never heard this song before, and the lyrics made me giggle (in a good way).

Here ya go!

Kazutora knew he wanted you as soon as he saw you working the counter of the little local coffee shop. He was newly released, and ten years locked away changed a person. He'd matured in his time behind bars, years of rehabilitation and long, lonely nights of contemplation allowing him to come to terms what what he'd done. He'd gotten used to the loneliness, letting it become a part of him like the color of his eyes.

But it also made his appreciation of the world around him that much greater. Going from his second round of incarceration to freedom made him look at the world with fresh eyes. Where he had seen an invisible cage before, now he saw possibilities. An sea of choices stretched out before him for him to paint the canvas of his life to his liking. But all the colors had been muted, his palette restrained by the things he'd done, a heavy shroud that would follow him for the rest of his life. His history of violence would always be on his record, following him through his employment, limiting where he could go and what he could do. And when it came to other people, to meeting strangers, he felt like a fish out of water, seeing an untouchable world from the outside. He'd only ever known the gangs of his youth, relationships forged in poverty, blood, and violence.

So when you made eye contact with him and flashed him a smile, it threw splash of bright color into his canvas that he had never expected to see. It captivated him, made the rest of the grey world fall away into nothingness. He felt seen, his heart pounding in his chest, his head feeling light at being the center of your attention for just the briefest of moments.

He basked in it, but it was shortlived as you began to take on the next customer in the line. You'd given him one last final quick glance, an apologetic small smile, and then that was it. Connection cut short.

As he stepped away, he felt the greyness of the world encroach on him again, suffocating. He desperately wanted to bask your gaze again, to feel that vibrancy of life.

So he began showing up daily, ordering his drink and returning your smile. Small greetings were exchanged, short and professional. It left him feeling unsatisfied, a small sip at the brim of who you were as a person. He wanted more, to indulge in you, engulf you, understand you.

Kazutora began taking note of all your little details. The earrings you wore, the way you styled your hair, the keyrings you carried, the tumbler that you drank out of. He would sit at one of the tables and watch you subtly as you chatted with your coworker and other customers, your laughter filling the space with warmth. And he saw, with a secret smile, how you seemed to watch him too, your eyes scanning the coffee shop every once in a while until they'd land on him and then quickly look away in embarrassment. That was when he realized you were interested too.

He wasn't brave enough yet to test how true that was, though. His self-confidence was still his greatest facade; he could feel the doubt in his veins. If he was wrong.. if he made a move and you turned him down...

He could feel the waters of emotion begin to roil and bubble. But he tamped it down as he'd learned to do in therapy, not allowing his fears to control him.

He'd wait a little longer. Just to be sure.

His patience paid off. You'd been the first one to expand on the typical coffee order exchange.

"Are you new here?" you commented. "I haven't seen you around until the past couple of weeks. Did you move here recently?"

Kazutora laughed. "Not exactly. I just got out of prison."

You eyes widened at his blunt honesty, and for a moment he froze, waiting for your reaction. He'd refused to hide his origins. Better to own them than to cower behind lies. He wondered if it would scare you away, make you think twice about forging any sort of connection with him.

Instead, your silent pause gave way to a small smile.

"I see," you replied. "Welcome back, then."

Kazutora felt himself release the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.

"Thanks. Would you like to go out for coffee?" the question came out of his lips before he realized what he'd said.

You giggled and leaned towards him over the counter. "We're already in a coffee shop." you whispered playfully.

Kazutora could feel the flush creep across his cheeks.

"But," you continued as you straightened up, "my shift will be be done in thirty minutes. There's a cute little sandwich shop I've been wanting to try..."

Kazutora slowly smiled. "The one next to the flower shop?"

"Yeah, that's the one."

"I've eaten there before."

"Is it any good?"

"It is."

You smiled at him knowingly.

"So," he continued. "30 minutes?"

"Yeah." you replied.

"I'll wait."

[buglyknight]

413) Reponse

I respond

Oh, Love, I will help you breathe

I will give you all the time that ticks down

Within this deserted frame

Are you claiming to beg for my love?

You know, this is the only time we've talked this week?

How many times have I dreamt of you?

How many times did I wake up before my alarms

And look for signs of you?

How many times did I witness your ghost pass through?

I was waiting for a word or promise of acknowledgment

That you weren't sick of my existence

How awful, to wait on the outside

Of the one you'd give your whole life

You would never have to beg for my love

I give it to you in every moment

All you need is to exist, fool.

I'd love to fill that void in you

Run my fingers through your hair

Lovely woman,

You believe you are good for nothing?

Have you not seen your worth

In the lightning against my skin?

In the way you make me strive

To be better than I was yesterday?

I want to be good to you in every way.

I want to hold you and hear your dreams

I will bring them to light and nurture the seeds

You are worth the weight of the world.

You are the span of the sky.

You need not calculate your quality

I love you with only what you've had since birth

Just yourself and nothing else.

I only want to hold you aloft

And support you as you grow

While you do the same to me

Don't you know?

A grayscale fire?

You feel only empty desires?

I don't push you to want to be better?

Am, I simply empty and nothing?

My friend told me last night

I should have come to an epiphany

A reason to leave you behind.

I could only think of reasons to fight

He called me a narcissist

I have only felt like I was on the outside

A spectator

But perhaps I was willing to expand

My ego for you

I want to be the one you choose

I want to be the best for you

No vibrancy?

What of this cardboard cutout I live in?

A wild fire?

The vodka in my stomach begs to glisten

I am hesitant, too.

You fear to ruin me?

What have you done so far, Baby?

We share a love sprawling 'cross the sea

Darling, you're the one.

Come to my arms and find my warmth

I will never relinquish this lighthouse

I will hold you like sunbeams

I will part the clouds to guide your way

I am selfish

A narcissist

I am made of ego

It is all I have left to find control.

Should I let you go?

Relinquish the soul?

I want to guide you to the shore

I want to be your brimming core

Let me be bright through rain and fog

Let you find these arms of mine

I will never let you fall.

Yes, a coward perhaps

But, I have known cowardice like a friend

We have become close in these moments

Even now, I fear what will happen

Should we part.

I chose to abandon cowardice

When I gave you all of my heart

I find I am still afraid

Isn't that what love is?

To take a leap of faith?

I become vulnerable

I am a man made of paper

Witness the rain threaten me

I will stand tall for you

Square my shoulders and smile

Leave your ink on my skin

Show me even paper subsists

Show me this love can win.

You can do more than flee

We collide in harmony

You can always choose to love me

I want you to wear my ring

This is all life has for us

The end is always near

We know not the weeks we have

There isn't enough left

So, won't you make time for me?

I have lost all control, dreamy.

I give in to gravity

I spiral to your soul

I choose you

Choose me back

Which one of us is the heart attack?

Decide! Lovebug, Decide!

You fear the rest of your life?

Then it's time to make a change?

Or accept that it'll never go away.

You coward!

Become that which you crave deeply!

Follow the truth of your heart!

I care not for the result!

What does the breadth of your soul tell you?

Should you have one life, would you maintain course?

Should you die tomorrow, would you drown in regret?

I only long to fight for your hand.

I know I'm doing all I can.

How can I show you that I am?

You make me want to be a better man.

A worthy sculpture!

Worthy of being beautiful!

I want to be what you make me feel!

For you, my life and love congeal!

You feel no worth? What of me?

How can I compare to electricity?

It pains me to fight for you

Either you are incompatible

Or you can be happy, there

I want the love you choose to win

You deserve to live

To live!

Does he satisfy you?

Is there a void to fill?

If you despise this life,

There is still time to change it.

Fight for yourself, Love.

Oh, how dreadfully I want you to be happy

Don't give in to complacency

I know, ruthlessly, how that can be ugly

Even if it is not me

I want you to be happy.

Do not waste your time empty!

I cannot always fight for a woman

Who does not choose me.

I was a man of stagnancy

Oh I hope you find the full

I hope you find the full

With or without me

But oh gods, I hope it's lovely

Tell me you don't belong to me, Lovebug

Tell me it isn't me.

Are we alike?

Often I fear we are one and the same

That's what makes us collapse together

Like stars discovering their origins

If I try all that I can to be in your hand

What could I regret of this life?

All you can do is run?

You fight gravity, stupid girl

Collapse into my arms

Do you not find home, there?

I choose to lose control

I give in to gravity.

We are made of the same star.

I am afraid since the day we met

I will never be in control again

I collapse into you

Every time we orbit

Because you are all I desire

That is all I can do.

This is the reason of my creation

You are my origin

Am I yours?

You are the point of my collapse

Drive me beyond the borders of starlight

Marry me, Lovebug.

My body craves only your celestial company.

I fear that we fight our nature

To wind up in orbit, together.

I accept that for you,

I am not in control.

My friend told me I did a shitty thing

He knows I become like my parents

He is afraid to come home to a dead body

What would I do?

I'd do it all again, of course.

I double down

There is no growth

We are two who share a soul.

How could I fight the love we hold?

You and me, growing old.

You are selfish?

Hear what I tell him!

He told me to let you go!

I doubled down!

I don't care about the ruin

Only you and I

I am the villain

A good man gone bad.

He is concerned about my viewpoint

I can only think of you as mine.

I am rotten for you.

I am willing to crack the sky.

To bite the apple of Eden.

I will do anything to be by your side.

What about me?

My anger?

My empty?

Today, I thought to become fury

Lovebugs become locusts

The famine approaches

They crawl in my brain like a plague

Every day without your voice

I feel I am left without a choice

You push. I pull.

What can make us equal?

This week I feel as though you pull away from me

I must push, in fear of what trying to pull you back will do

I want to fight for you

To chase you

But am I not worthy of the same?

I try to ignore you, I'm ambushed

Must I force myself to become bristling thorns?

Adorn myself with scorn

In order to prepare

For you to leave

I preemptively grieve

What more can I do to save me?

How many poems did I write today

About false attempts to hate you

I wish I could hate you

I make my shadow large

But I am meek like crumbs

Crumble me beneath your thumb

You consume my every thought

You leave me, alone, to rot

I want to be angry

I love you,

Please don't save me

You are in everything I do

I wait for countless dreams to come true.

You grieve for what you haven't held?

What you haven't tried to truly hold?

Everyday you choose otherwise

Than to give me what you have of time

You mourn what you choose to lose?

What's there left to prove?

I fear I am just something to fill a void

A toy to exploit

A thirst to enjoy

I want to be your only choice

I never claimed to be otherwise

Stupid, I cling to delusions

A fleeting hope that you will

Discover me to be your goal

Brainless, yes

No matter the duress

I confess

You, I can't suppress

I am not a smart man

I only try to be good

How long will you remain?

How long will you mourn?

Take my hand into yours

How they glide together like two crescents

So smoothly

It does not make this easy

Choose me.

I am the brightest star?

How can my shine reach the surface?

Stuck beneath the dirt and worms

Without the touch of heaven

Your celestial body evades me

I cannot engulf you from here

You keep getting further

One by one,

I watch the stars disappear

I am no knight

I fight to have you and nothing less

I am a rival king

I stake my claim to the throne

Let me sit by your side

Let me call you home

If I am angry

Perhaps I can prepare

For the apocalypse to come

Yes, Lovebug, I am scared

You're with him

I'm not there

You grieve?

What of me?

You have him

I have the empty, starless sea.

I hope it is enough for us both.

Sometimes I fear you are simply afraid to take the leap

To find yourself fall into me.

Too afraid of the consequences

Yet you feel empty

Do I not help?

Will you go through the rest of your life like this?

Will you not follow your heart?

I give in to gravity

You, fight with distance

Perhaps you will pull out of orbit.

You choose to want what you have

More than this

This is not about your beauty

It's about

YOU

All that you are

It matters not if it's easy

After a decade

I exist

Only to see you leave me.

How kind these words you say

Act on them, won't you?

All bark

No bite

Those big teeth end up

Rather shy

Grip me with thirsty canines

How can I believe in this?

You let the love resist

I want to feel your lips against mine

Time

I want the rest of your time

I am not in control

I give in to gravity

I only dream for you and me.

[doctordonovan]

❝   you won't stop this until i say 'yes',   will you?   ❞

 there's a vibrancy to her silence,    to the way lips barely need to curve to be counted as a bright smile.    ocean outside has proven herself time and time again to be a temperamental mistress:    delighting in the games that can be played upon the ship captain cares so very much for.    (    there are plenty,   brunette knows,   who wouldn't know how to react to the bond between man   &&   the metal he's turned into yet another barrier to carefully built walls.   )    when have those 'plenty' been people she should trust to rule what heart or instinct whispers?     it isn't how things work    -    once she listens to their judgements about him,    next she'll have to listen to the ones about herself.

               ❝   a yes,    or for that little frown to appear between your eyebrows.    the one that comes when you don't want to admit you don't hate my clear charm as much as you're trying to.   ❞

 words come more hummed than spoken,    lingering with careful vibrations in the air between them as peridot eyes barely seem to leave @atomiism​.    ships are always filled to the brim with rumours,    hushed whispers,    anything to fill long nights and lonely halls.    there's an apparent easy artform to the way voice can tease with so much warmth and yet still know how to let world view her as cold,    ❝   would it help if I say it'll count as a favour?   ❞

[ronaldanthony4]

This Christmas, I found myself once again diving headfirst into the world of digital art. It’s becoming a tradition for me—creating festive-themed artwork that captures the magic of the season. This time, I participated in another draw-this-in-your-style challenge, hosted by Alix_M_P. I’ve always admired the creativity that comes with these challenges, and this one was no different. The original design was so beautiful and joyful that I couldn’t wait to give it my touch. The result? A vibrant piece featuring a girl in a stunning red Christmas dress, surrounded by the warm and glowing cheer of the season.

The character herself is a perfect embodiment of Christmas joy and elegance. Her infectious smile lights up her face, her soft pink lips curved in a way that immediately draws you in. Her wide, sparkling blue eyes are alive with excitement, and they shine with a crystalline brilliance that reminds me of freshly fallen snow under a winter sun. Her cheeks have a slight rosy tint, as though kissed by the winter cold or the warm glow of a crackling fireplace. A small red heart sits playfully just below her right eye, adding an extra touch of charm and personality to her cheerful expression.

Her hair is captivating—a cascade of deep, dark blue locks that flow in soft waves and twin braids. The two small buns atop her head, secured by little twists, give her a playful and whimsical look, while the braids add a touch of neatness and grace. Nestled in her hair is a sprig of bright green holly with plump red berries, a festive accent that ties her entire look together.

Now, her dress—what a masterpiece! It’s the kind of gown that belongs at a grand Christmas celebration. The deep red fabric is rich and elegant, with a flowing, voluminous skirt that seems to swirl around her as though caught in a gentle dance. The dress features soft yellow frills along the off-shoulder neckline and cuffs, adding a touch of festive lightness. A crimson ribbon tied into a bow rests at her neck, perfectly matching the Christmas aesthetic and highlighting her graceful shoulders. The bodice has delicate laces crisscrossing down the front, enhancing the fit and giving it a classic, vintage look. Around her waist sits a large golden bow, cinched perfectly, giving the dress a regal touch while accentuating her silhouette.

The background complements her vibrancy, filled with the magic of Christmas. Behind her, a warmly lit fireplace crackles with an orange glow, casting light and shadows across the scene. A beautifully decorated Christmas tree stands in the corner, adorned with glowing lights, red ribbons, and shimmering ornaments that add to the festive mood. The whole atmosphere feels alive—warm, cosy, and brimming with holiday cheer, like a scene from a Christmas storybook.

As I worked on this piece, I took my time with every detail—from the gentle shine in her hair to the folds and movement in her dress. I wanted to capture her festive spirit as accurately as possible, ensuring that she not only looked beautiful but also radiated the joy and magic of Christmas. It felt like I was crafting a character straight from a winter wonderland, someone who would spread cheer wherever she went.

Finishing this artwork gave me such a sense of satisfaction. There’s something special about creating art that celebrates the season, and this piece, inspired by Alix_M_P’s design, is one I’m truly proud of. It’s a reminder of how art can bring people together—how one artist’s vision can inspire others to create something equally heartfelt and beautiful. As I signed the piece and admired the final result, I felt that familiar warmth of Christmas creativity once again. This artwork, for me, is not just an entry for a challenge—it’s a celebration of the season, of creativity, and of the joy we share when we come together as artists.

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MovieBox: Your Ultimate Free HD Streaming Destination (All international Movies & TVs)

Attention all movie lovers, series enthusiasts, and seekers of top-notch entertainment! In a world brimming with streaming services, finding the perfect one can feel like searching for a needle in a haystack. You’re constantly juggling between subscriptions and constrained catalogs. But what if there was a platform that offered everything you desire in one place — Just for free? Introducing moviebox.ng, where premium entertainment is just a click away.

Free and Unlimited Access to Diverse Content

moviebox ets itself apart by offering an entirely free streaming experience. Say goodbye to subscription fees and hello to endless entertainment. Enjoy a broad spectrum of content without any hidden costs, making quality entertainment accessible to everyone.

A Rich Library of Movies and Genres

With MovieBox, your quest for diverse movie genres ends here. Explore a vast library that includes:

Hollywood Blockbusters: From the latest hits to classic masterpieces, immerse yourself in the dazzling world of Hollywood.

Bollywood Dreams: Experience the vibrancy and drama of India’s cinema with top Bollywood films.

Lollywood Productions: Discover Pakistan’s cinematic charm with award-winning dramas and thrilling comedies.

Korean Dramas and Films: Dive into the captivating universe of Korean storytelling, with everything from romance to electrifying thrillers.

Chinese Cinema: Enjoy the vast offerings of Chinese films, from historical epics to kung fu classics.

South Indian Cinema: Explore Tamil, Telugu, Malayalam, and Kannada films that offer grand action and heartfelt stories.

Filipino Films: Delight in the unique blend of love, drama, and action from the Philippines.

International Selections: Beyond these, enjoy European films, documentaries, and indie productions, making MovieBox.ng a truly global platform.

Free Download Facilities for Offline Enjoyment

One of the standout features of MovieBox.ng is the ability to download your favorite movies and shows for free. Whether you’re on a long flight, commuting, or simply prefer to watch offline, MovieBox.ng ensures that your entertainment is never out of reach. With just a few clicks, download content directly to your device and enjoy uninterrupted viewing anytime, anywhere.

More Than Just Movies: A Hub for All Entertainment

MovieBox isn’t just about cinema; it offers a wide array of entertainment options:

Short Films & Web Series: Whether you’re waiting in line or on a break, enjoy a quick dose of entertainment with short films and series.

Anime Collection: For anime fans, MovieBox hosts a selection of Japanese anime, from timeless classics to the latest releases.

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Musics: It also offers free musics. It has Bangla ,Hindi, English language songs. 

Advanced Playback Features for a Modern Experience

MovieBox’s advanced playback features elevate your viewing experience. Enjoy content in both 720p and 1080p resolutions, ensuring crystal-clear quality. The modern video player provides features like:

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Engage with the MovieBox Community

Become part of a vibrant community where you can connect with fellow movie lovers, share recommendations, and stay updated on the latest releases. MovieBox is more than a service; it’s a gathering place for cinephiles worldwide.

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Stream on Any Device: Access MovieBox through its official website and enjoy seamless streaming on any device.

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MovieBox offers unmatched value by providing free access to an extensive entertainment library. It’s a legal, secure alternative to costly subscriptions, bringing quality entertainment to everyone without financial barriers.

Dive Into a World of Unbounded Entertainment

Experience the future of streaming with MovieBox. Discover new favorites, relive past classics, and connect with a community that shares your passion for cinema. Download the app, visit the website, and prepare to be entertained — without spending a dime!

[the-12i-times-jerome-reporting]

An Unquiet Mind: A Journey Through the Tumultuous Landscape of Bipolar Disorder

Kay Redfield Jamison's "An Unquiet Mind" is more than a memoir; it's a raw and intimate exploration of living with manic-depressive illness (now commonly known as bipolar disorder). Published in 1995, the book broke ground by offering a firsthand account of the condition from a renowned psychiatrist and professor who herself grapples with its unpredictable highs and devastating lows. Jamison's courageous vulnerability and insightful prose illuminate the complex interplay between mental illness, creativity, and identity.

A Childhood Marked by Intensity:

Jamison's story begins with a childhood marked by both vibrancy and volatility. She describes her early years as being filled with intense emotions, a heightened sensitivity to the world around her, and a precocious fascination with the human mind. These early experiences foreshadow the emotional turbulence that would later characterize her life.

The Emergence of Illness:

As Jamison enters adolescence, the subtle hints of instability give way to the full force of manic-depressive illness. She vividly recounts the exhilarating highs of mania, where she felt invincible, brimming with energy and creativity, followed by the crushing depths of depression, where despair and suicidal thoughts consumed her.

Navigating Academia and Love:

Despite the challenges of her illness, Jamison excels academically, pursuing a career in psychology and eventually becoming a professor at Johns Hopkins University. She describes the difficulties of navigating the demands of academia while battling the unpredictable cycles of her condition. The book also explores the complexities of love and relationships, as Jamison grapples with the fear of revealing her illness to potential partners and the challenges of maintaining intimacy amidst emotional turmoil.

The Search for Treatment and Understanding:

"An Unquiet Mind" chronicles Jamison's journey through various treatments, including medication, therapy, and hospitalization. She candidly discusses the stigma surrounding mental illness, the challenges of finding effective treatment, and the ongoing struggle to balance the benefits of medication with its side effects.

The Intertwining of Creativity and Illness:

One of the most compelling aspects of the book is Jamison's exploration of the link between creativity and mental illness. She argues that the same intensity that fuels her manic episodes also contributes to her intellectual curiosity and creative drive. This perspective challenges the notion that mental illness is solely a source of suffering, suggesting that it can also be a source of strength and inspiration.

A Testament to Resilience and Hope:

Despite the profound challenges she faces, Jamison's story is ultimately one of resilience and hope. She emphasizes the importance of self-awareness, acceptance, and finding meaning in life, even in the face of adversity. "An Unquiet Mind" serves as a powerful reminder that mental illness is not a barrier to a fulfilling life, and that with the right support and coping mechanisms, individuals can thrive even in the face of immense challenges.

Key Themes:

* The lived experience of bipolar disorder: Jamison provides a raw and honest portrayal of the emotional rollercoaster of mania and depression, offering readers a glimpse into the inner world of someone living with this condition.

* Stigma and acceptance: The book challenges the stigma surrounding mental illness and advocates for greater understanding and acceptance.

* Treatment and recovery: Jamison's journey through various treatments highlights the importance of seeking help and the ongoing nature of recovery.

* Creativity and mental illness: The book explores the complex relationship between creativity and mental illness, suggesting that they can be intertwined.

* Resilience and hope: Despite the challenges she faces, Jamison's story is ultimately one of resilience and hope, demonstrating that individuals with mental illness can lead fulfilling lives.

"An Unquiet Mind" is a seminal work that has helped to destigmatize mental illness and provide hope to countless individuals struggling with bipolar disorder. Jamison's courageous honesty and insightful prose make this book a must-read for anyone interested in understanding the complexities of the human mind and the power of resilience.

Jerome Weidinger

jerome.weidinger@gmail.com

WhatsApp + 61 (0) 493 740 834

www.12i-consult.com

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North India Tour Packages with Unlimited India: An Immersive Journey Through Culture and Landscapes

North India is a region brimming with diversity, from the majestic Himalayan ranges to bustling metropolises and ancient spiritual cities. Unlimited India curates a range of North India tour packages that offer travelers the opportunity to experience this extraordinary diversity. Whether you are an avid history lover, a spiritual seeker, or an adventure enthusiast, these tours cover all aspects of what North India has to offer.

Experience the best of India's cultural richness, natural beauty, and historical significance with Unlimited India’s North India tour packages. North India, known for its vibrant cities, serene mountains, and sacred sites, offers an unparalleled travel experience for those seeking adventure, spirituality, and a deep connection to India's heritage.

Key Destinations on North India Tours

Delhi: Begin your journey in Delhi, the heart of India, where ancient history meets modern-day vibrancy. Explore Humayun's Tomb, Lotus Temple, and the India Gate, showcasing the city’s architectural grandeur and cultural depth. Stroll through the bustling streets of Chandni Chowk and feel the pulse of this dynamic capital.

Agra: A trip to Agra takes you to the world-renowned Taj Mahal, a symbol of love and one of the most breathtaking structures in the world. Visit the imposing Agra Fort and soak in the beauty of this historic city, which reflects the splendor of the Mughal Empire. Agra’s rich heritage makes it a cornerstone of any North India itinerary.

Jaipur: Known as the Pink City, Jaipur enchants visitors with its royal palaces, forts, and vibrant culture. The Amber Fort offers stunning panoramic views, while the Hawa Mahal(Palace of Winds) and City Palace showcase Jaipur’s royal heritage. Don’t forget to explore the lively markets where you can shop for local handicrafts, textiles, and traditional jewelry.

Varanasi: Step into the ancient city of Varanasi, a spiritual hub and one of the world’s oldest continuously inhabited cities. Located on the banks of the Ganges River, this sacred city is known for its centuries-old temples, narrow alleyways, and mesmerizing Ganga Aarti ceremonies at the ghats. Varanasi offers a deeply spiritual experience for visitors seeking insight into India’s religious traditions.

Rishikesh and Haridwar: Nestled at the foothills of the Himalayas, Rishikesh and Haridwar are two important spiritual destinations in North India. Known for their peaceful ambiance, these towns are the perfect retreats for those interested in yoga, meditation, and spirituality. Rishikesh, often referred to as the "Yoga Capital of the World," attracts visitors from around the globe for its serene environment and world-class yoga centers.

Amritsar: Visit the sacred city of Amritsar, home to the majestic Golden Temple, the holiest site for Sikhs. This golden marvel, set against a serene backdrop of water and reflection, is a sight to behold. Amritsar also offers the chance to witness the ceremonial Wagah Border ceremony, a daily military parade at the India-Pakistan border that is full of patriotic fervor.

Shimla and Manali: For those who crave a getaway in the mountains, Shimlaand Manali in Himachal Pradesh are perfect. Shimla, the former summer capital of British India, is known for its charming colonial architecture, while Mall Road and the scenic Kufrihills are major attractions. Manali offers adventure opportunities like trekking, paragliding, and river rafting, making it a popular destination for nature and thrill-seekers alike.

Tailored North India Tour Packages

Unlimited India offers a wide range of North India tour packages that can be customized based on your preferences. Whether you’re looking for a cultural deep dive, a spiritual journey, or an adventure-filled holiday, there is something for everyone. Choose from:

Cultural Heritage Tours: Explore India’s rich history through visits to iconic landmarks, forts, and palaces across Delhi, Agra, and Jaipur.

Spiritual Journeys: Immerse yourself in the spiritual atmosphere of Varanasi, Rishikesh, and Haridwar, experiencing the rituals and sacred traditions that make these places so significant.

Adventure Escapes: Head to the Himalayas with packages focusing on trekking, camping, and river rafting in the pristine landscapes of Shimla and Manali.

Luxury Getaways: Indulge in a luxurious vacation with stays in heritage hotels, complete with spa treatments, yoga retreats, and exclusive sightseeing tours.

Why Travel with Unlimited India?

With Unlimited India, you get more than just a standard tour. Each North India package is designed with attention to detail, offering you personalized experiences, knowledgeable guides, and comfortable accommodations. Whether traveling alone, with family, or in a group, Unlimited India’s tailored approach ensures a smooth, immersive, and unforgettable journey.

In conclusion, Unlimited India's North India tour packages offer an all-encompassing travel experience, from the historical landmarks of the Golden Triangle to the serene beauty of the Himalayan foothills. Every destination is rich in culture, heritage, and beauty, offering travelers a journey they will cherish forever.

For more information

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Vibrant Rajasthan: Curated Tours by the Top Travel Agency

Rajasthan, often referred to as the "Land of Kings," is a vibrant state brimming with majestic forts, sprawling deserts, ornate palaces, and a culture as colorful as its festivals. For travelers seeking to explore the authentic charm of this region, the journey is best experienced through curated tours designed to capture the essence of Rajasthan. Each corner of this regal state holds a story—whether it’s in the grandeur of Jaipur’s palaces, the romance of Udaipur’s lakes, or the timeless sands of the Thar Desert.

At Eva Tours, the leading Travel Agency in Rajasthan, we specialize in crafting meticulously planned itineraries that offer a deeper connection to the heritage and culture of Rajasthan. Our curated tours are designed to give you a comprehensive, immersive, and vibrant experience of this royal land, ensuring that you take home memories of Rajasthan’s awe-inspiring beauty.

Rajasthan: A Land of Splendid Diversity

The state of Rajasthan is a treasure trove of diverse experiences, offering everything from royal architectural wonders and historical landmarks to adventurous desert safaris and spiritual retreats. Each city in Rajasthan has its own unique flavor, showcasing a blend of ancient tradition and modern vibrance.

1. Jaipur: The Pink City

Jaipur, the capital of Rajasthan, is known for its distinctive pink-colored buildings and well-preserved palaces. The City Palace, Amber Fort, and Hawa Mahal (Palace of Winds) are just a few of the architectural marvels that reflect the grandeur of Rajasthan’s royal past. The bustling bazaars of Jaipur, lined with traditional textiles, jewelry, and handicrafts, offer an opportunity to experience the region’s artistic heritage. Jaipur’s lively cultural festivals, such as the Jaipur Literature Festival and Diwali celebrations, bring the city to life with color and tradition.

2. Udaipur: The City of Lakes

Udaipur’s romantic ambiance is enhanced by its stunning lakes and opulent palaces. Known as the "Venice of the East," Udaipur is famous for Lake Pichola, with the magnificent City Palace and the iconic Lake Palace perched on its waters. The Aravalli hills provide a dramatic backdrop to Udaipur’s serene beauty, making it a favorite destination for those seeking a peaceful retreat amidst heritage and nature.

3. Jodhpur: The Blue City

Jodhpur is renowned for its indigo-hued buildings and the imposing Mehrangarh Fort that towers over the city. The fort offers spectacular views of the blue-painted houses below, creating a striking contrast with the desert landscape. The narrow streets of Jodhpur’s old town are filled with bustling markets, where you can shop for traditional Rajasthani crafts, spices, and fabrics.

4. Jaisalmer: The Golden City

Situated on the edge of the Thar Desert, Jaisalmer is known for its golden sandstone architecture, with Jaisalmer Fort standing as the crown jewel. The city is a gateway to the vast desert, where travelers can enjoy camel safaris, jeep tours, and overnight stays in luxury desert camps. Watching the sunset over the rolling sand dunes, followed by traditional music and dance performances around a campfire, is a quintessential Rajasthani experience.

5. Pushkar: The Sacred Town

Pushkar, known for its sacred Pushkar Lake and the world’s only Brahma Temple, is a spiritual haven. The town is also famous for the annual Pushkar Camel Fair, a vibrant event that attracts traders and tourists from across the globe. The peaceful ghats of Pushkar, where pilgrims gather for prayers and ceremonies, offer a serene escape from the hustle and bustle of city life.

Why Choose Eva Tours: The Top Travel Agency in Rajasthan

At Eva Tours, we understand that traveling is about more than just sightseeing. It’s about experiencing a place in its entirety—its people, culture, history, and landscapes. As the top Travel Agency in Rajasthan, we are committed to providing our clients with curated tours that reflect the true essence of Rajasthan. Here’s why we are the best choice for your Rajasthani adventure:

1. Expertly Curated Itineraries

Our team of travel experts carefully designs each itinerary, ensuring that you get to experience both the popular attractions and the hidden gems of Rajasthan. Whether you’re interested in exploring grand forts, experiencing rural life, or enjoying luxury heritage stays, we create itineraries tailored to your specific interests. Our curated tours take into account your preferences, time, and budget, ensuring a personalized experience.

2. Authentic Cultural Experiences

Rajasthan’s rich cultural heritage is one of its biggest draws, and at Eva Tours, we make sure you don’t just observe it from afar—you live it. Our curated experiences include opportunities to interact with local artisans, witness traditional folk music and dance performances, and even participate in Rajasthani cooking classes. We aim to give you a deeper understanding of Rajasthan’s vibrant traditions and customs, allowing you to connect with the local culture in an authentic way.

3. Luxury Heritage Stays

Rajasthan is home to some of the world’s most luxurious heritage hotels, many of which are converted palaces and forts that once housed the region’s royalty. At Eva Tours, we partner with the finest heritage hotels, offering our clients the chance to stay in these grand properties. Whether it’s a royal suite at the Umaid Bhawan Palace in Jodhpur or a lakeside retreat at the Taj Lake Palace in Udaipur, our curated tours ensure you experience the regal lifestyle of Rajasthan’s kings and queens.

4. Adventure and Exploration

For those with a sense of adventure, Rajasthan offers a wide range of exciting activities, and Eva Tours is here to help you experience them all. From thrilling camel safaris across the sand dunes of Jaisalmer to hot air balloon rides over Jaipur’s palaces, our curated adventure tours ensure you make the most of Rajasthan’s diverse landscapes. Our desert camps offer the perfect blend of adventure and luxury, with options ranging from traditional camping to opulent tents complete with modern amenities.

5. Local Expertise and Personalized Service

Our team at Eva Tours is composed of Rajasthan travel experts who have an intimate knowledge of the region. With years of experience guiding travelers through this magical land, we offer insights and recommendations that go beyond the guidebooks. Our personalized service ensures that every aspect of your trip—from accommodation to transport—is seamlessly organized, allowing you to focus on enjoying your journey.

Exclusive Tours by Eva Tours

At Eva Tours, we offer a variety of exclusive tours that cater to different travel interests. Some of our most popular curated tour packages include:

Royal Rajasthan Tour: Explore the palaces, forts, and havelis of Rajasthan’s most iconic cities, including Jaipur, Jodhpur, and Udaipur. This tour offers a luxurious experience of Rajasthan’s royal heritage, with stays in heritage hotels and private guided tours of the state’s most significant landmarks.

Desert Safari Adventure: Experience the magic of the Thar Desert with camel rides, jeep safaris, and overnight stays in luxury desert camps. This tour covers Jaisalmer, Bikaner, and the desert villages, offering an unforgettable desert adventure.

Cultural Rajasthan Tour: Dive deep into Rajasthan’s cultural heritage with visits to local villages, artisan workshops, and folk performances. This tour is perfect for those looking to experience the traditional side of Rajasthan.

Rajasthan for Couples: Designed for couples seeking romance, this tour includes stays in Rajasthan’s most luxurious palaces, candlelit dinners by the lake, and private excursions to some of the state’s most romantic destinations.

Rural Rajasthan Experience: Escape the cities and explore the rural side of Rajasthan, staying in traditional homestays and interacting with locals. This tour offers a peaceful retreat in Rajasthan’s countryside, with opportunities to learn about local customs and farming practices.

Ready to Explore Vibrant Rajasthan?

If you’re ready to explore the colorful, vibrant, and majestic state of Rajasthan, let Eva Tours, the leading Travel Agency in Rajasthan, guide you on an unforgettable journey. Our expertly curated tours offer a unique perspective on this land of kings, providing you with the perfect balance of luxury, adventure, and cultural immersion. Whether you’re traveling solo, as a couple, or with family, we’ll ensure your trip to Rajasthan is a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

Discover the vibrancy of Rajasthan with curated tours that reflect the state’s spirit, grandeur, and warmth. Reach out to Eva Tours today and start planning your royal adventure!

[saolatoursvietnam]

Discover the Allure of South Vietnam: Must-Visit Destinations and Unforgettable Experiences

South Vietnam is a region brimming with contrasts—from vibrant cities and historic landmarks to serene waterways and unspoiled beaches. Whether you seek cultural exploration, adventure, or relaxation, South Vietnam has something for every traveler. Let’s embark on a journey through the top destinations and unique experiences that will make your trip to South Vietnam extraordinary.

Ho Chi Minh City: Where History Meets Modernity

Start your exploration in the bustling metropolis of Ho Chi Minh City, formerly Saigon. This dynamic city is a melting pot of old-world charm and contemporary vibrancy. Visit iconic historical landmarks such as the Reunification Palace and the French colonial Notre-Dame Cathedral. Dive deep into Vietnam’s past by touring the War Remnants Museum, where you’ll gain a profound understanding of the nation’s wartime struggles.

For a taste of local life, wander through Ben Thanh Market, a bustling bazaar filled with street food, handicrafts, and souvenirs. For an unforgettable historical experience, head to the nearby Cu Chi Tunnels. These underground networks played a pivotal role during the Vietnam War and offer an immersive glimpse into the resilience of the Vietnamese people.

The Mekong Delta: A Journey Through Vietnam’s Fertile Heartland

Venture into the Mekong Delta, often called the “Rice Bowl of Vietnam,” and immerse yourself in a landscape of meandering rivers, lush rice fields, and vibrant floating markets. A boat trip on the Mekong River takes you to places like Cai Rang Market, where vendors sell fresh produce from their boats, creating a vivid display of local commerce.

With Sao La Vietnam Tours, you’ll experience authentic rural life by visiting local farms, sampling exotic fruits, and learning about the traditional farming techniques that sustain this region.

Vung Tau: Escape to the Coastal Calm

Take a short trip from Ho Chi Minh City to Vung Tau, a serene coastal town known for its scenic beaches and peaceful ambiance. Relax by the water, indulge in fresh seafood, or hike to the top of Mount Nho to admire the enormous Jesus Christ statue, which offers panoramic views of the town and the coastline.

Sao La Vietnam Tours offers tailored day trips to Vung Tau, ensuring a relaxing seaside experience away from the city’s hustle and bustle.

Phu Quoc Island: A Slice of Tropical Paradise

Phu Quoc Island, a tropical gem in South Vietnam, is the perfect destination for sun-seekers and adventure lovers alike. Pristine beaches, such as Bai Sao and Long Beach, beckon visitors to relax and soak in the breathtaking scenery. If you’re into water sports, the island offers plenty of opportunities for snorkeling and diving, with vibrant coral reefs teeming with life.

Explore Phu Quoc’s traditional fishing villages or visit pepper plantations for a taste of local culture. Sao La Vietnam Tours can craft an unforgettable island itinerary that includes the best Phu Quoc has to offer.

Tay Ninh: A Spiritual Journey at Cao Dai Temple

A visit to Tay Ninh takes you on a spiritual adventure at the Cao Dai Temple, the headquarters of a unique Vietnamese religion that blends elements from various philosophies. The temple’s striking architecture and colorful ceremonies offer a glimpse into this fascinating belief system.

While in the area, explore the Cu Chi Tunnels to gain a deeper understanding of Vietnam’s war history. Combining the spiritual journey of Tay Ninh with the historical intrigue of the tunnels provides a comprehensive look at Vietnam’s past and present.

Plan Your South Vietnam Adventure with Sao La Vietnam Tours

Whether you’re exploring the energetic streets of Ho Chi Minh City, cruising through the tranquil Mekong Delta, or relaxing on the sun-drenched beaches of Phu Quoc, South Vietnam promises a diverse and enriching travel experience. Let Sao La Vietnam Tours tailor a personalized itinerary that highlights the best of this vibrant region.

For more information, reach out to us at sales@saolatours.com or call 84 0246689911. We’re here to help you plan a memorable South Vietnam journey, filled with culture, adventure, and stunning landscapes.

South Vietnam is calling—start your unforgettable adventure today!

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Underrated Travel Destinations: Hidden Gems You Need to Visit

Traveling to popular destinations is always exciting, but sometimes the best adventures are found off the beaten path. If you're seeking a unique experience away from the crowds, consider exploring these underrated travel destinations. From charming towns to stunning landscapes, these hidden gems offer unforgettable experiences and a refreshing break from typical tourist spots.

1. Ghent, Belgium: A Fairytale City

Often overshadowed by nearby Bruges, Ghent is a medieval city brimming with history and charm. Wander through its cobblestone streets, visit the majestic Gravensteen Castle, and take a serene boat ride along the canals. Ghent also boasts vibrant cultural scenes, including lively markets and contemporary art galleries. With fewer tourists and rich local culture, Ghent provides an authentic Belgian experience.

2. Lucca, Italy: The Tuscany Secret

While Florence and Rome dominate Italy’s travel scene, Lucca offers a quieter, equally enchanting alternative. This Tuscan gem is known for its well-preserved Renaissance walls that encircle the city. Enjoy a leisurely bike ride on the historic ramparts, explore the picturesque streets lined with charming boutiques, and savor local Italian delicacies at cozy trattorias. Lucca’s peaceful ambiance and stunning architecture make it a perfect destination for a relaxed Italian getaway.

3. Hvar, Croatia: A Mediterranean Paradise

Hvar may not be as famous as Dubrovnik or Split, but it’s a hidden treasure on Croatia’s Dalmatian Coast. This beautiful island offers crystal-clear waters, lush landscapes, and a vibrant nightlife. Explore the historic town of Hvar, relax on pristine beaches, and visit the picturesque Pakleni Islands just offshore. With its combination of natural beauty and cultural heritage, Hvar promises a memorable Mediterranean escape.

4. Tbilisi, Georgia: The Cultural Crossroads

Tbilisi, the capital of Georgia, is a city that blends ancient traditions with modern vibrancy. Its colorful architecture, historic churches, and bustling markets provide a fascinating cultural experience. Wander through the charming Old Town, soak in the sulfur baths, and sample traditional Georgian cuisine, including khachapuri (cheese-filled bread) and khinkali (dumplings). Tbilisi’s unique charm and rich history make it an intriguing destination for curious travelers.

5. Porto, Portugal: The Quaint Alternative

While Lisbon often captures the spotlight, Porto is a lesser-known Portuguese city that’s worth exploring. Known for its stunning riverfront, historic Ribeira district, and world-famous port wine, Porto offers a more relaxed and intimate travel experience. Visit the Livraria Lello, one of the most beautiful bookstores in the world, stroll across the iconic Dom Luís I Bridge, and enjoy the local cuisine at one of Porto’s many charming restaurants.

6. Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia: The Heart of Mongolia

Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia’s capital, is often overlooked by travelers, but it offers a unique glimpse into Mongolian culture and history. Visit the Gandan Monastery, the largest and most important monastery in Mongolia, and explore the National Museum of Mongolia to learn about the country’s rich heritage. For a truly adventurous experience, venture beyond the city to explore Mongolia’s stunning landscapes, including the Gobi Desert and the vast steppes.

7. Puebla, Mexico: A Culinary and Cultural Delight

Puebla, located in central Mexico, is a city that’s often overshadowed by Mexico City and Cancun but offers a wealth of cultural and culinary experiences. Known for its beautiful colonial architecture and vibrant tiles, Puebla is a UNESCO World Heritage site. It’s also famous for its delicious cuisine, including mole poblano, a rich and flavorful sauce that’s a local specialty. Puebla’s combination of history, art, and food makes it a fascinating destination.

8. Baku, Azerbaijan: The Modern Marvel

Baku, the capital of Azerbaijan, is a modern city with a unique blend of futuristic architecture and rich cultural heritage. The Flame Towers, a trio of skyscrapers that light up the night sky, contrast with the historic Old City (Icherisheher), where you can explore ancient landmarks like the Maiden Tower. Baku’s bustling nightlife, vibrant arts scene, and stunning waterfront make it a dynamic destination for travelers seeking something different.

9. Arequipa, Peru: The White City

Often overshadowed by Machu Picchu, Arequipa is a charming city in southern Peru known for its beautiful colonial architecture and stunning volcanic scenery. The city’s historic center, built from white sillar stone, gives it the nickname “The White City.” Visit the Santa Catalina Monastery, explore the bustling Mercado San Camilo, and enjoy breathtaking views of the surrounding volcanoes. Arequipa offers a more tranquil and culturally rich alternative to Peru’s more famous destinations.

10. Matera, Italy: The Ancient Cave City

Matera, located in southern Italy, is one of the world’s oldest continuously inhabited cities. Its unique cave dwellings, known as Sassi, are carved into the limestone cliffs and offer a glimpse into ancient life. Matera’s narrow streets, historic churches, and stunning views make it a captivating destination. As a UNESCO World Heritage site and European Capital of Culture 2019, Matera provides a blend of history, culture, and incredible scenery.

Conclusion

Exploring underrated travel destinations allows you to experience the world from a different perspective. These hidden gems offer unique cultures, stunning landscapes, and a more personal travel experience away from the usual tourist crowds. Whether you’re looking for historical charm, natural beauty, or culinary delights, these lesser-known spots promise memorable adventures and a chance to discover the world’s hidden treasures.

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Major Study: Digital Media Art

Week 1: Laying the Foundation – Modelling the Truck

Week 1 has been all about laying the foundation for my truck model, marking the beginning of an exciting journey filled with challenges and growth. As I delved into the intricate world of 3D modelling, the first critical step was to bring to life the fundamental shapes that would eventually define the essence of the truck - the chassis, cab, and trailer intricately interwoven. Skilfully manoeuvring through Blender's versatile tools, I meticulously sketched out the initial dimensions, meticulously ensuring the accuracy of proportions that would serve as the backbone for the entire project. The reliance on real truck reference images and blueprints proved to be indispensable in attaining a deep understanding of the varied part sizes - from the cab's relative positioning to the trailer's length, to the wheels' diameter in proportion to the chassis height, each aspect meticulously aligned to mirror reality, fostering not just realism but also functionality within the project's narrative arc.

Transitioning from the foundational shapes marked the dawn of refining the intricate details that would breathe life into the truck model. Amidst the intricate dance of adding recognizably detailed components, such as windows, doors, mirrors, and wheels, I found myself meticulously navigating the delicate balance between meticulous detailing and structural integrity. Challenges disguised as opportunities emerged, emphasizing the pivotal importance of preserving the model's geometry amidst the lure of intricate embellishments. The venturing into challenging territories, such as the minutiae of the front grille and headlights, demanded a delicate touch to ensure that complexity did not compromise the model's overall coherence, underscoring the essence of balance and precision in 3D modelling craftsmanship.

In the arsenal of my creative journey, Blender emerged as a steadfast ally, offering a plethora of indispensable features that seamlessly transitioned me from initial blockouts to finessed refinements. The boon of working with multiple layers within Blender empowered me to navigate through distinct components of the truck model, ensuring meticulous detailing without disturbing the holistic vision. An integral component of the creative process was the adept utilization of modifiers, notably the Mirror and Subdivision Surface modifiers. The Mirror modifier emerged as a beacon of symmetry, a guiding light that ensured harmonious design in areas like the cab and wheels, while the Subdivision Surface modifier lent a touch of polished realism with its ability to sculpt smooth, curved surfaces, evoking a sense of authenticity and refinement within the model.

As the first week drew to a close, I reflected on the journey thus far, brimming with a sense of accomplishment and the thirst for more. The challenges encountered served as crucibles of learning, emphasizing the significance of meticulous planning and precision in the intricate art of 3D modelling. With each passing day, the vision of the truck model grew clearer in my mind, beckoning me to further refine its essence, from the intricate details of the interior components to the vibrant textures that would infuse it with a lifelike vibrancy, a testament to the boundless possibilities that lie ahead in the horizon of creativity and craftsmanship.