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[walkyjake]

20 & 11!

20. something you learned this year

wow... what DID i learn... well what immediately comes to mind is very big things like what finally starting therapy was like and learning things aboutMYSELF but well. that is a given... there are more fun things to learn about like my newfound wikipedia reading pastime on electrical socket page. i dont know enough about electronics yet and i want to learn more! i also learned about about formula one, like a random day this year i decided to watch a bunch of videos...that was funny.

11. something you want to do again next year

go see the powerlines next to my house. go to concerts with my friends. sell things to people at gizzard concerts. draw pictures for friends. Perhaps.

[broken-clover]

(Over)Analyzing the Cards in Johnny’s Joker Trick (Part 2)

Part 2 of 2. Here’s the original post for the sake of a more fleshed out explanation and for the Joker/King cards, but to keep it simple this is just for analyzing the cards used for every character in Johnny’s Joker Trick Overdrive to see if there’s any sort of symbolic or spiritual meaning that might be behind the use of that particular card. A lot of this uses cartomancy, which isn’t always as straightforward and clear-cut as something like tarot, but this is jus all in good fun

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Queens

Queen of Clubs- Shared between Sol Badguy, Ramlethal Valentine, and Bridget. And, first of all, let’s be real, Sol’s was first and foremost made for the reference. Queen is about 80% of his personality, if they didn’t use a queen card I’m sure he would have come to life and burned down the office. Outside of the Jacks, Sol is the only character who has a card that doesn’t match the character’s gender. Character-wise, Sol and Ram do have a bit of an overlap, being aloof, struggling socially, and having their interests fixate on a few things, but Bridget is a bit of an outlier here. The symbolism varies a lot, but generally is appears to lean into themes of self-confidence and self-reliance, as well as change. That is something that fits all three quite well, being powerful, independent and experiencing life changes (Sol attempting to settle down, Ram discovering more about being alive, and Bridget’s transition). In the Paris pattern, the Queen of Clubs is the only one not directly modeled after a historical figure, only being a generic queenly character. This may indicate a bit more open-endedness, as all three do care about identity and who they really are. In a more literal suite motif, Sol and Bridget do both primarily fight with blunt weapons, which could be seen as a metaphorical ‘club,’ and while Ram has swords, they often remain sheathed in battle instead of revealing the sharp ends.

Queen of Diamonds- Curiously, no character appear to be assigned to this one? Perhaps it is being saved for someone in the future.

Queen of Hearts- Shared between May and Jack-O Valentine. This is one of the more commonly-seen cards in this sort of motif, likely due to its inclusion in Alice in Wonderland. Because of this, it can have some dual symbolism, being a heart card that’s associated with a cruel, loveless, domineering figure. In a more general motif, both characters fit as being associated with romance and tying a lot of their character and plotline towards love and relationships with men (Johnny and Sol, respectively). The Paris pattern has the Queen of Hearts designed after the biblical Judith, a widow who saved Jerusalem by charming and killing a general that had previously sieged her city. Both characters have attempted to take the initiative to save a group of others (May running away from home in Xrd to keep her family from getting sick and Jack-O attempting to stop I-no at the cost of herself in Strive) which may also contribute. Both also command underlings in battle, which may contribute to the overall ‘queen’ motif

Queen of Spades- Shared between Millia Rage and I-no. This card has some symbolism directly from card games, as it is often viewed as being unlucky. It’s also given such flattering names as ‘the bitch’ in seven card stud poker and is often used as the old maid card as well. Both are characters who are frequently commented on for their beauty, yet have complicated issues with relationships in different ways. As a card it also tends to lead towards level-headed intellectualism and practicality, but is often less associated with emotions than the other queen cards. Both characters are often seen as cold and distant, intelligent and capable but lonely and closed off. The Paris pattern is designed after Pallas (Athena), goddess of war strategy and wisdom. In Greek mythology, the ‘Pallas’ epithet likely referred to the goddess’ battle proficiency, as it can be translated as ‘to brandish (as a weapon’) and while it is a fighting game, the two of them narratively encounter a lot of conflict with others

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Jacks

Jack of Clubs- Shared between Axl Low, Anji Mito, and Sin Kiske. Jack cards, in general, tend to have less symbolic meaning, but the Jack of Clubs tends to mention witty intellect and memory. All three characters are defined by personal memories that they treasure, though to varying degrees, and have a playful, trickster wit to them at times. It can pertain to luck and charisma that may also prove dangerous, and, at the very least, Anji does tend to his his glib words to cause trouble. On a note of consistency, Sin is of the same suite as Ky and Sol, making them collectively a three-card straight flush

Jack of Diamonds- Shared between Nagoriyuki and Giovanna. Curiously, both are newcomers to the series. This card tends to have an association with messages and messengers, which in a meta sense may refer to the newness that they bring to the game. There also seems to be repeated mention of a lack of loyalty and an unfaithful assistant, which could fit both in Giovanna’s blase attitude towards her work and Nagoriyuki’s role as an unwilling underling to Happy Chaos. 

Jack of Hearts- This card has the most people sharing it, being a four-way appearance between Faust, Goldlewis Dickinson, Testament, and Asuka R. Kreutz. This one also has a lot of heart-based themes similar to the King and Queens, often mentioning traits like kindness, good intentions, and sincerity. Though all four of them vary in many ways, their characters tend to involve sincere intentions towards others, though it might not always pan out the way they would have hoped (especially for Asuka). All four are definitely willing to show their emotions, especially when it comes to trying to bond with others, such as Faust with Ramlethal, Goldlewis with Bridget, Testament with Dizzy and Johnny, and Asuka with Raven. There is also a poetry motif with the card that depicts the Knave of Hearts as a trickster, and while all four are not necessarily trickster figures, Faust is known for his peculiarities, Goldlewis for his alien causing mischief in fights, Testament for being unpredictable in earlier games and mysteriously surviving several near-death instances, and Asuka being a mysterious and indecipherable problem-causer for most of the series. Also, in another consistency of the suites, Testament shares the heart suite with Johnny and May

Jack of Spades- Held solely by Baiken. Spade cards in general seem to veer towards more aggressive interpretations, and that definitely suits her just fine. It often mentions violence, though there is also mention of intense passion and ruthless determination, which also fit pretty nicely. It also tends to mention riskiness, either in the form of violence or unhealthy habits like drinking. Aside from the Joker and the King of Diamonds, Baiken is the only character to have a card all to herself, which may reflect the solitary nature she held onto for many years. Though, similar to the club and heart suites, she has a connection with Bedman and Delilah in the spade suite.

[windyfiend]

 Runa curled her fingers on the edge of the crypt, craned her neck to peer down inth the empty stairwell, and strained her ears toward the faint echoes that murmured deep in the dark.

“I thought I heard something,” a male voice growled, urgent and whispering.

“Yeah, my stomach!” a woman hissed. “We couldn’t just wait until they brought us dinner?”  

“We got one shot at a prison break and you’re thinking about food?” the man snapped.

“Ham sandwiches!” the woman moaned. “With pickles and spicy mustard!”  

“Just keep quiet for two seconds!”               “You started it!”               “Ssh!”  

 Runa waited. All she could hear was the low whirr of her own hoverboard. The sussurus of the elm’s branches above. The distant rush of the ocean beyond the cliff.

 In the darkness, all was silent.

 Maybe the man and the woman had left.

 Runa bit her lip and leaned away, her gaze trailing back toward the streets and painted windows of the spire-lit city.

 She should find Pallas or Alexis. She should tell them that Princess Faye’s crypt was actually a staircase that led down into secret fairy-tunnels. Maybe Alexis would think she was crazy or lying, but Pallas would believe! Wouldn’t she?

 Runa stared with trepidation into the darkness again.

 Those two people might know something about Briony. They might have seen her.

 They might have taken her.

 If Runa went to warn the Scythes, that man and woman might be gone forever. If she pursued them, they might take      her,     too.

 What would Briony do?

 Runa picked up a heavy stick from between the elm’s roots, and she clung to it like a sword while she guided the hoverboard out over the gaping dark of the crypt.

 The hoverboard’s veskal-light cast a watery blue glow down the long staircase. The stone steps plunged into the devouring black below.

 Runa gulped a shiver of terror, wrung her hands on her trembling weapon, and began the descent into the dark.

--

 The only sound was the low whirr of the hoverboard, reverberating softly on the silent walls. As she glided away from the light of the cemetery, the veskal’s moonlike glow illuminated a stone path ahead, gashed ceilings veined with silver, and the shadows of iron lanterns dangling empty above.

 Runa opened her mouth to speak, to make herself known to the two strangers or to call out for Briony, but her voice died in her chest. Her heart shuddered.

 She carried on, farther and farther away from safety. Whenever another corridor crossed her path, Runa stopped and peered into the hollow gloom, waiting in the crossroads to give Briony a chance to see her blue beckoning light. When nothing happened, Runa continued on in silence, straight along the vacant hallway. If she turned even once, she feared, she would be lost in this labyrinth forever.

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     “Briony!”     Runa whispered into the shadows when her courage had grown strong enough to make a sound. The hoverboard hummed and shimmered beneath her, casting her dark face in a fearful shine.      “Briony, come out! It’s me! It’s Runa--!”  

 Something shuffled behind her.

 Runa whirled to face the way she had come, her eyes big and shivering, straining to see what had moved in the dark. She drifted backward, past the corner of an adjoining corridor --

 “WE ARE THE LIGHT!” shrieked a woman in the shadows, and Runa turned to see the flash of a striking knife--

 “Whoa, whoa STOP! IT’S A KID!” the man hollered while a wiry lady struck like a whip. Runa swung her stick while the hoverboard tipped out from under her; Runa’s back struck the floor as the knife slashed the empty air. Runa screamed and scrambled backward, dragging her heavy legs behind the desperate scrape of her elbows, her breath rabbit-quick.

 “SHE’S A SPY!” the woman howled. She grabbed the abandoned hoverboard and turned it sideways, using its blue light to find the shine of Runa’s eyes. She pointed with the sharp of her knife toward the girl on the ground. “Where did you get this?” she asked accusingly, shaking the hoverboard as if it were condemning evidence.

 “Ev, back off!” The man grabbed the collar of Ev’s shirt and yanked her back. His other arm was trapped in a sling. “Look, she’s scared!” he hissed.

 “That’s what she      wants     us to think!” the woman snapped. “Where else do you get a Scythe’s hoverboard than from a      Scythe,     huh? She’s tracking us!”

 The man huffed a heavy, irritated sigh. He turned his sharp eyes down to Runa. “Okay, so answer the question,” he said in a grave voice, as if he could snap her neck like dry spaghetti if he didn’t like her answer. “Where’d you get the hoverboard?”

 Runa pressed her shoulders back against the corridor wall, unblinking, staring up at the scrawny lady and the looming muscle beside her. “The…” Runa squeaked, gasping for breath through hiccuping sobs. “The artificer.”

 The man exhaled and dropped his shoulders. “See?” he said, gesturing with a lazy hand at Runa. “Not a Scythe.”

 “Artificer is      worse!”     Ev snarled through her teeth.

 “Give it back,” the man said. He met Ev’s glare with a cool, steady gaze. “Go on.” He gestured with his head toward Runa. “You see her, right? She needs it. Kid,” he addressed the child on the floor. “What’s your name?”

 “...Runa?” Runa said quietly, terrified that it might be the wrong answer.

 The man peered at his comrade again. “Give Runa back her hoverboard.”

 Ev twisted her face sourly. She gripped the hoverboard as if it were a point she needed to prove, but as the silence stretched on she began to wiggle and fidget. Finally, with an exasperated groan, she threw the hoverboard at the ground and jammed her knife into its sheath.

 Runa reached out; the hoverboard flew swiftly into her arms, and she held it close.

 The man stepped forward, and Runa hurried to pull herself up onto the hoverboard again, ready to fly…

 ...but the man went down to one knee, and he locked her eyes with a steady gaze. “Runa, my name is Darius,” he said. “My friends call me Daz. Everly here is sorry for attacking you.” He gestured over his shoulder at the wiry woman, who had just removed the cover of a lantern full of fluttering moths. “Aren’t you, Ev?”

 Everly raised the lantern high, casting out the darkness with the lantern-moths’ yellow glow. “Hm?” she hummed, pretending not to have heard.

 “It’s okay,” Runa lied in a trembling voice. She busied herself by positioning her feet into the sling beneath the hoverboard, and she avoided Darius’ needle-sharp stare.

 “What are you doing down here by yourself?” Darius asked.

 Runa shrugged, suddenly very aware of how stupid this whole idea had been. “Looking for Briony,” she murmured.

 Everly raised her eyes toward the silver-veined ceiling. “Briony is dead,” she announced airily. “The empress drank her.”

 “The empress didn’t      drink     Briony!” Runa shouted louder than she meant to. She gripped the handles of her hoverboard and floated higher, almost touching the ceiling. Everly couldn’t attack her up here. “She’s just hiding!” Runa added with an air of authority, as if saying it aloud would make it true.

 Everly’s thin mouth curled into a smile. Her face tilted into the lantern-moths’ light. Runa could see the scraped gashes across her face, as if the woman had recently had a bad fall.

 “That’s not what Tyaelaem said,” Everly objected knowingly.

 Runa grit her teeth. “Well, who’s Tylla-whatever?” she snapped.

 “I’m Tylla-whatever,” a familiar voice said.

 Everly cast the lantern-light down the adjoining corridor. A third comrade stepped out of the shadows, formless beneath a crumpled brimmed hat and scarf, heavy with piled capes and ponchos.

 The lampcatcher’s goggles sparked in the light. “But you-- you little windmill  defiler --you can call me Ty.”

[miragecounseling]

who would i be if i didn't ask about my fave gal iona? ⛵ ☘ ✇ and 🍸?

TY!!! ♥ iona loves 3 ppl in this world and one of them is u ok 

⛵ - Where is their favorite place to travel in Kryta?She loves returning to the orphanage she grew up in in DR! Hearing the excited whispers (that aren’t actually whispers because kids don’t have much of a concept of quietness haha) that the Commander was there to see them fills her heart. But she also loves the Shiverpeaks. The cold, fresh air, climbing the mountains with Pallas and then soaring above the tree tops? The best feeling in the world. 

☘ - Do they have any lucky charms/items of significance?Oh she’s got a few! Her favorite is a locket that an old friend, Leah, gave her. Before Iona left the orphanage, before she became Commander, before Iona was... anyone of importance, Leah looked at her like she was the world. She wanted to leave with Iona, but she was still underage and had to stay under the orphanage’s care. By the time Iona returned she was gone. She still keeps the locket and hopes one day they will meet again. 

✇ - Do they have many fond childhood memories? Name a few.Mostly anything with Leah or her carers. Iona accepted from a young age that she would not find a family. She was larger than the other girls, began losing her eye sight at a young age, and was just generally not a great... “candidate” for adoption. But the workers and other kids always made her feel happy and at home regardless. 

🍸 - How would they celebrate a major event? (birthday, anniversary, etc)Alone afjkhdf IM SORRY. If she was travelling, she’d put on a disguise, head into an unfamiliar bar and drink too much. Probably go home with someone she shouldn’t, wake up, and quietly disappear. When Rytlock would see her, he’d make a comment like ‘Have fun last night, Commander?’ and she’d avoid his gaze. But... what she’d really like to do is be in her home, with a warm cup of tea and a book. 

[rudra-writes]

Pallas and Telurin - Hot Springs (Part 14)

Part of a roleplay story with Telurin’s player. Telurin considers his conflicted feelings about continuing to be Pallas’s guardian, indirectly putting the anchorite in danger from his own death knight compulsions. The following day on the road, Pallas suggests they stop at a natural hot springs. Pallas encourages Telurin to join him in the warm water, and their attraction to one another comes to light.

Pallas wondered if the wrongness of caring so deeply for the undead was simply due to the fact that no-one was supposed to live forever. Telurin's state was not a natural thing, he was supposed to be interred in the earth, but here, he continued to exist, even have feelings.

Pallas coaxes the talbuk closer with the slice of pear. He asks Telurin quietly, looking back at the death knight, "...Where did you fall, Telurin?"

Telurin has been preoccupied with Sugarfoot, finally offering him his half of the pear before the horse takes his fingers with it, and getting the saddlebags reattached to the saddle. At Pallas's question, he pauses, looking over his charger’s back to frown at Pallas.

"Northrend." He says, infusing the word with all the tones of 'I don't want to talk about it.' he can muster. Still, he is less harsh than he has been.

"Do you want to know all that I did in the service of the Lich King, too?" He pauses to throw the stirrup closest to him over the saddle so that he can tighten the girth he loosened last night. "Some things are best not discussed, Anchorite."

Pallas immediately looks guilty. His cheeks darken and he turns away, focusing on mounting the talbuk once it has stilled. "I didn't mean it like that."

Telurin frowns at the back of Pallas's head as he pulls back down the stirrup. He drops the reins that have been re-attached to Sugarfoot’s bridle, ground tying the charger, and stops Pallas before he can mount with a hand on his shoulder. The talbuk shies nervously at his approach but it's half-hearted at best, he doesn't even toss his head. Telurin performs the same procedure on Pallas's saddle, but not before he pulls on the strap to show how much slack there is. He's able to get his entire hand between the girth and the barrel of the talbuk, with plenty of room to spare.

"I didn't feel like chasing him halfway across the valley to get it all the way off, but I did loosen his girth last night. You should always check this." It's not an apology, but it's not a reprimand, either. Telurin's tone is somewhere in between, the opposite of his closed off tone moments before. It was his attempt at reassuring Pallas, even if it was buried under the practicality of what he'd actually said.

Pallas nods, stepping back to allow Telurin to adjust the talbuk's riding gear. He could sense what the other draenei was trying to communicate, even if no words about the previous conversation were spoken. "I understand. Thank you, Telurin."

He also understood that asking anything about the last days of Telurin's life was a prickly business. Still, it was the death knight's choice what he wished to share or not. Pallas could think of his own memories that he considered too shameful for him to wish to discuss with others.

The priest's face looks as if he has something else to ask, but he seems to be thinking better of it.

Telurin finishes with the talbuk and turns back toward Pallas. He sees the look on the Anchorite's face and sighs, closing his eyes briefly. He wishes for patience, and wonders how he's managed to keep Pallas around for as long as he has. "Ask, little one." he says in reply to the look, "I may not answer, but you may always ask."

He looks at the still going fire, and goes to put that out while Pallas decides whether or not to ask his question.

Pallas watches Telurin's back as the undead draenei moves to put out the remains of their campfire, holding the talbuk's reins in his hand. He hesitates, then asks, "Have you ever considered... finding a way to pay penance? Not because I feel that you should. But..." he murmured, "For your peace of mind?"

There are some benefits to being able to manipulate frost as Telurin can; a thought, a word, and the fire is snuffed, hoarfrost forming on the once glowing embers. He could have done it from where he stood, but he wanted the excuse to not have to look at Pallas while he asked whatever question had popped into his head, and he's glad he did -- otherwise Pallas would see more than he'd been willing to share with the Anchorite just yet.

"There is no penance that could make up for what I've done under His service." Telurin replies, back to Pallas still. His tail is as stiff as his shoulders. "When there is an opportunity to make amends, I do so."

Pallas can see that this line of questioning is greatly wearing on Telurin's patience. It seemed prudent to stop. "I see. I'm sorry for asking." He meant it, he hated to sour the death knight's mood. The priest watches Tel's stiff tail and back, waiting for him to return before mounting again.

He does return, gathering up his charger’s reins and mounting easily, spinning the horse around as he waits for Pallas. He frowns at Pallas once they're both mounted.

"I hope you will not continue to sulk for the rest of the day. I don't think the mood can stand the both of us doing so."

Pallas mounts the talbuk, then wrinkles his nose at Telurin. He decides against mentioning that his 'sulking' is the direct result of Telurin's mood. Of course, the questions had been his own. "It's true," the priest replies after a while. "I want to remember our time together fondly." He smiles, the talbuk clopping quietly on its hooves. "Shall I sing to you, since you so refused me the last time?"

Telurin seems to be somewhat mollified by the answer. "If you wish, Pallas." Sugarfoot stays true to his name and is docile along the trail, though he leaves somewhat chilled hoofprints in his wake.

Pallas smiles at Telurin. As the two draenei resume their travels upon the road, he begins to sing an old, Draenic song. Although Pallas himself was too young to remember any worlds prior to Draenor, or even the Genedar, the song was ancient and had been carefully recorded and passed on. It was a story about a man who had become lost in a forest of white trees, until found by his companion. The priest sang the verses in his high, lilting voice, like the song of a bird, and he looks content while doing so.

Telurin remembers this song, though it is not one that has ever had any particular significance to him, save that he can remember his mother humming the refrain while she worked. He listened attentively, relaxing under the melody as if he were a beast to be soothed with music. Perhaps that’s what Pallas truly thought of him... something to be tamed by his words and his songs.... Telurin frowns at that, and watches the road instead of his Anchorite.

Pallas finishes his song much later. Singing was something he enjoyed, and it helped to pass the time on the road. He looks over at Telurin, his smile faltering a degree when he sees the death knight's mysterious scowl. "What is the matter, dear Telurin?" He asks, his voice still cheerful. "You do not look as if I've pleased you very much."

"You have a beautiful singing voice." Telurin replies, sidestepping the question. "And you have pleased me, do not doubt that."

[libidomechanica]

Untitled Composition # 8648

Upon his nook, with vivifying  conversation, thought, in  your Love you see thy course untainted  glass, and “ungrateful Pussy 

you are as I need water  shall we do for a  ring at a sure rather slowly,  how it falls he rises 

not exactly the slope,  the ponys carries  me to time, should have known; I  should be out of mind no, 

never laughed at all; and all country  with 15 difference  to go to warmth of  sleep fell on men, but wants 

to give thee not to  bed. At random flies; but thee forth  in its glory, like gold, then to  an heirloom seed washed 

by shadow while ever to  his chirrup at herself she  talked ere we lit on Aunt Elizabeth  and 

to the elect, who doth  owe to thee to  the firmament outblackens Erebus,  and setting I must 

such who, not born fair, and be your  disbelief. That house of  feathery ripe heads of  Green Erin or Gray Highlands, 

the loved me that its delights “ no dream, shewing how to  espouse joves daughters of  toil and quavering of 

the skies, least once disdaine our  beeing me I shall light  tame on the low sky raining,  doth stil keep the gate, and, 

yonder, by all the great fall  with rows of  their native hopes it sends to  Bettys question, he, made 

many flowers, rush of rivers of  the decay  of how we sit I waited  her name is as the 

breathless Thing— manna and dates,  in a blissful swoon, perplexing  for a hero  lies beneath a shady 

bench When thou redeem to  whom I said, ‘I fear youre in  a dream. returned he found,  I saw that Johnny nor his 

guide. ’ At the fiercely like a  ghost, if ghost had done him  to fall: these trees, and  his depth of feelings rather 

err); deep sleep within  a dream, shewing how much  better learn her husbands at the  dreamed:” our friends, 

she said, Princess. Awake, knowing to  build far off their heart to  seek me, ah my love; behold. Now Johnny  seen, like gold to naebody; 

naebodys lord, ill borrow the  nature could make an  Eden of a joyous day is  always used to 

run at, when fated to  withstanding like an  infant thus! If you aint never, never  heard it—the wings 

be devoted  therefore the heart on fire—  brake with his weak senses  by last night we first 

time. At the fair, or if  it were a dance for  there now come near it, meek  as a lamb the strong 

in her look wistfully, for  Gothic lighter than the  fall of a year, in  the stars my question 

with her whom want  betray. A jug of  winter child, who is dry cork, and  feet; that drove her, both for 

he was in her  hand on his arm he  braces Pallas shield and go  as traceless as a 

winter sleep: or when  she knew not whither  is something still strayne. sounds of  sorrowing? Than for 

thee; And the vineyard at Baalhamon;  he let ours  be fleeting? From an urn, still  in its mid-day gold and 

gone; the fireweed flowers,  am I not cruelly wrongd?  To hold some suppose us  quite necessary wrinkling 

over me; and on the  which God hath his  weak enough for the  treats all that in his 

barn, fu is his dusky groves,  if I were woode, Me for  his livelier London (“rain  person, the chief spices. 

except some, while they ask of  men that can I forgiven;  for the  fruit was extreme: 

enskyd ere the lovers are  exhausted, nor red  nor white blaze of mortality.  Her black as a lamb 

the pony had his bed of  death as doth such wise, and  the leaven, aquarium  tending brain, before either 

conquest of your nipples  in many acres, a  gatherd a soft, a heart  beauty on them like a 

spirit in my verse can  sit your own glass of  champagne, with the forests  just why 

I waited here at Christmas  solecisms, seven-headed  was he, not therefore set  upon sockets only not the 

timeless moon color, one  is tying through many  times of silver flame: her long blue  eye, starlight gleam; Now she was 

gone down to me, have I  not as are the  dawn was great; but his h ands and fled. the mouth.”

[taonsil]

EXO Tag

Tagged by @zitaos-laugh-is-life 💖 ty so much !

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G E N E R A L :

First Bias(es): Suho | Kai | Xiumin | Lay | Tao | Kris | D.O. | Chen | Luhan | Sehun | Chanyeol | Baekhyun

Current Bias(es): Suho | Kai | Xiumin | Lay | Tao | Kris | D.O. | Chen | Luhan | Sehun | Chanyeol | Baekhyun

Favorite subunit: K | M | CBX

Favorite solo artist: ZTAO✨

S H I P S :

OTP(s): SuKai | SeHo | KyungMyeon | SuYeol | BaekHo | SeKai | KaiSoo | ChanKai | KaiBaek | SeSoo | ChanSoo | BaekSoo | ChanHun | BaekYeol |SeBaek | TaoRis | KrisLay | ChenRis | XiuRis | KrisHan | TaoLay | ChenLay | LaySeok | LayHan | ChenTao | LuChen | XiuChen | XiuTao | XiuHan | LuTao | KrisHo | SuLay | SuTao | XiuHo | SuChen | KrisKai | KrisHun | KrisSoo | KrisYeol | BaeKris | LaySoo | KyungTao | KyungSeok | KyungHan | ChenSoo | ChanLay | TaoYeol | XiuYeol | LuYeol | ChanChen | BaekLay | BaekTao | XiuBaek | LuBaek | ChenBaek | ChenLay | JongTao | XiuKai | KaiHan | ChenKai | SeXing| TaoHun | XiuHun | HunHan | KaiXing

BROTP(s): SuKai | SeHo | KyungMyeon | SuYeol | BaekHo | SeKai | KaiSoo | ChanKai | KaiBaek | SeSoo | ChanSoo | BaekSoo | ChanHun | BaekYeol |SeBaek | TaoRis | KrisLay | ChenRis | XiuRis | KrisHan | TaoLay | ChenLay | LaySeok | LayHan | ChenTao | LuChen | XiuChen | XiuTao | XiuHan | LuTao | KrisHo | SuLay | SuTao | XiuHo | SuChen | KrisKai | KrisHun | KrisSoo | KrisYeol | BaeKris | LaySoo | KyungTao | KyungSeok | KyungHan | ChenSoo | ChanLay | TaoYeol | XiuYeol | LuYeol | ChanChen | BaekLay | BaekTao | XiuBaek | LuBaek | ChenBaek | ChenLay | JongTao | XiuKai | KaiHan | ChenKai | SeXing| TaoHun | XiuHun | HunHan | KaiXing

S C E N A R I O S :

Go to the Theme Park With: Suho | Kai | Xiumin | Lay | Tao | Kris | D.O. | Chen | Luhan | Sehun | Chanyeol | Baekhyun

Road Trip With: Suho | Kai | Xiumin | Lay | Tao | Kris | D.O. | Chen | Luhan | Sehun | Chanyeol | Baekhyun

Lazy Sundays With: Suho | Kai | Xiumin | Lay | Tao | Kris | D.O. | Chen | Luhan | Sehun | Chanyeol | Baekhyun

Disney Duet With: Suho | Kai | Xiumin | Lay | Tao | Kris | D.O. | Chen | Luhan | Sehun | Chanyeol  | Baekhyun

M U S I C :

Favorite Album(s): MAMA | XOXO | Growl | Miracles in December | Overdose | Exodus | Love Me Right | Sing For You | EX’ACT | Lotto | Lose Control | Hey, Mama! | Coming Over | For Life

Favorite Music Video(s): What is Love | History | MAMA | Wolf | Growl | Growl2nd ver | Miracles in December | Overdose | Call Me Baby | Love Me Right | Love Me Right (Romantic Universe) | Lightsaber | Sing for You | What Is Love (STATION) | Lil’ Something (STATION) | The Years (STATION) | The Day (STATION) | Dream | Call You Bae | Lucky One | Monster | Dancing King (STATION) | Lotto | Monodrama (STATION) | What U Need | Lose Control | Hey, Mama! | Coming Over (Short Version) | For Life

Favorite Non - Title Track(s): Two Moons | Angel | Machine | Baby, Don’t Cry | Black Pearl | Don’t Go | Let Out The Beast | 3.6.5 | Heart Attack | Peter Pan | Baby | My Lady | Lucky | XOXO | Christmas Day | The Star | My Turn To Cry | The First Snow | Moonlight | Thunder | Run | Love, Love, Love | What If.. | My Answer | El Dorado | Lady Luck | Beautiful | Transformer | Playboy | Hurt | Exodus | First Love | Promise (EXO 2014) | Tender Love | Drop That | Unfair | Girl x Friend | On the Snow | What Is Love (STATION) | Lil’ Something (STATION) | The Years (STATION) | The Day (STATION) | Dream | Call You Bae | Artificial Love | Can’t Bring Me Down | Cloud 9 | Heaven | She’s Dreaming | White Noise | One And Only | They Never Know | Stronger | Monster (LDN Noise Creeper Bass Remix) | Dancing King (STATION) | Monodrama (STATION) | Tonight | MYM | MYM (Acoustic) | Relax | The One | Rhythm After Summer | Juliet | Cherish | TacTix | Run This | Falling For You | What I Want For Christmas | Twenty Four | Winter Heat

Favourite OST(s): Baekhyun - Beautiful | Chen - Best Luck | Chen - Everytime | Chanyeol - Last Hunter | Chanyeol - I Hate You | Chanyeol - Stay With Me | D.O. - Scream | D.O. - Don’t Worry | Lay - Alone | Lay - Happy Youth | Suho - Saving Santa | Xiumin - You are the One | Baekhyun, Chen, & Xiumin - Crush U | Baekhyun, Chen, & Xiumin - For You | Chen & Suho - Beautiful Accident

Favourite Ex-Exo Track(s): Time Boils The Rain | There Is A Place | Bad Girl | Greenhouse Girl | From Now On | July | Juice | Baby | That Good Good | Adventure Time | Promises | Medals | Lu | Football Gang | Love Moving Forward | Our Tomorrow | Tian Mi Mi | Your Song | Deep | The Inner Force | Back to 17 | Let Me By Your Side | Excited | Catch Me When I Fall | Winter Song | Skin to Skin | One Heart | Yesterday | T.A.O | M.O.M | Feel Awake | Crown | Alone | Cinderella Girl | Reluctantly | I Am The Sovereign | 19 | The Road | Underground King | Hello Hello | Black White (AB)   

tagging: @sehunmustbestopped , @sesoup . @chogiwapark , @theia-pallas , @piedsnussouslalune

[rudra-writes]

Pallas and Telurin - Road Ravens (Part 1)

Part of a roleplay story with Telurin’s player. While traveling on the road, a dread raven swoops down to attack Pallas and Telurin. Telurin slays the creature, enabling Pallas to collect a bounty in town.

Pallas has asked Telurin to be his bodyguard on the road. He did not anticipate this might mean that Telurin might decide on his own accord to start guarding him during other times. However, it was late at night, and Pallas was tired after concentrating on healing Telurin's wounds and patching him. When he awoke the next day, he had almost completely forgotten about the events of the previous night, and he was surprised to find Telurin there. Oh, yes, that was right... He'd be around a lot more often now. Pallas had a light breakfast, then rented a village talbuk. The pair were soon on the road once more, headed in Karabor's direction. There was at least one other town in-between.

Telurin's Deathcharger was waiting for him just outside the paddock of the city’s stables, fully tacked, and nosed Telurin as he approached. Telurin sighs at the horse, but Pallas would have caught him scratching underneath the horse's jaw in return. He's careful to keep his distance from the rented talbuk due to the animal rolling its eyes and tossing its head whenever it catches his scent.

Pallas is very curious about Telurin, and he does notice the other draenei's affection for the undead horse. While they were on the road, the Anchorite chatters happily at the Death Knight, while trying to keep the half-panicked talbuk under control. "It's really fascinating that the theory of parallel universes was proven to exist, don't you think? And this world, it is so similar to our Draenor. Karabor is almost identical from what I remember." Pallas looks back at Telurin and his horse. "Where are you from, while you lived on Draenor?"

Telurin is used to animals being upset at his presence, and soon figures out how close the talbuk will allow him and his charger to be without causing Pallas too much trouble. He lets the Anchorite's chatter flow over him, only commenting when he's asked a direct question, like now. "At that time, I was stationed at Shattrath, though I made the trip to Karabor quite often."

"Did you?" Pallas turns his head to peer more closely at Telurin's face. There was a chance that he might have seen the other draenei in passing, while he had been alive. He doesn't think he can place the other man, however. Karabor had been large, and many had journeyed through. "Was Shattrath to your liking?" he asked, conversationally. "While you lived there?"

It's possible they may have crossed paths, though that life is distant for Telurin and he will surely not remember a chance meeting between them while he was alive. He nods to answer the first question, and then replies to the others with a shrug. "It was a city. I felt about it as I did many of the other cities we have made for ourselves among the stars over the years."

Pallas thought Telurin's answer sounded neutral, to the point of sounding a little disillusioned. Telurin was so ancient in comparison... Pallas wondered what his goals were now like. Or what kind of goals a Death Knight was capable of having. He opened his mouth to ask another question, when his talbuk caught a threatening scent on the wind and reared up perilously. "Agh!" Swooping down at the pair from overhead, there was a monstrous dread raven! It cawed like a corvid out of hell.

The first thing Telurin does is knee Sugarfoot into the already spooked talbuk, runeblade already unsheathed and in his hand as he watches the raven come at them.

Pallas's talbuk startles and gallops away at a frantic clip. Now for the second time in two days, Pallas is forced to hang on to a talbuk for his life. Maybe Telurin's suggestion of riding lessons will be very prudent... The dread raven emitted an ear-breaking scream, and for whatever reason, it chose to descend upon Telurin rather than wheel to the side and pursue the Anchorite. The avian was aiming to slam its talons into Telurin and pick him up off his horse, carrying him away for dinner.

Telurin, thinking the bird is simply looking for an easy meal, blasts it with cold air to try and deter it. Sugarfoot shies at just the right moment and the bird misses, slamming into the ground. Pillars of ice rise from the ground next to it like living things, ensnaring the giant bird’s wings and claws. The raven panics as any flighted thing would at the sudden grounding, and while it's distracted Telurin turns Sugarfoot and puts his runeblade squarely through the bird’s back, piercing its heart.

Several yards away, Pallas heard the bird's death cry. His talbuk was shivering and chomping at the bit, and Pallas walked it in a circle before starting to approach once more. "Telurin! Is it safe?"

Telurin twists the blade before removing it, but the bird is well and truly dead. "It is now." He calls back, looking over to the Anchorite in his care. "I see you managed to hang on."

"Maybe in future we should just... put some glue on the saddle to make sure I don't go flying!" Pallas and his talbuk returned to Telurin's side. He surveyed Telurin's brutal, but effective handiwork. "Poor creature. ... Wait. Telurin, I recognize this animal. Do you see those markings? On the flight feathers, there? There is a bounty for this dread raven. I read it was terrorizing the local farmers."

Telurin looks at the raven's primaries, and he does see the distinctive banding that would mark this bird as different from the others. He dismounts and drops Sugarfoot's reins, effectively ground-tying the horse. He takes the time to wipe the bird’s blood from his runeblade before sheathing it, and puts a hoof on one of the bird’s wings, right on top of the bone, using this leverage to pull a single primary from the bird's wing.

Pallas quickly signs a blessing over the fallen animal. But when he turns to Telurin again, he's smiling broadly. "You're pretty useful to have around." He looks pleased, even though Pallas really didn't do anything other than run away. "When we get to the next town, let's have a big meal!"

Telurin does the same thing to the other wing, collecting a pair of primaries from each wing that are more than half his height. He looks up at Pallas and says,  "If you like." with a casual air. He offers the large flight feathers to Pallas.