#wathering waves

[sicerosan]

[metigercarl]

Proship... Itto... Wathering Waves.... Specific selection of well-established games franchises....

...This is a Genshin Impact fan, isn't it?

"dni if you engage with irredeemable media! dni to kill a mockingbird stans" ok well CLEARLY you have never read to kill a mockingbird if you think it's irredeemable media and also having a book that was published in 1960 on your dni stan list is kinda ridiculous actually

[moviepocketblog]

Waves (2019), Trey Edward Shults

[ai-kiwi]

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[geradeausblausicht]

[melancholicwait]

im back at her house. but now i can say that im a river and, indeed, she doesn't own me. she is so attached to the idea of who she wants me to be. the tears you took from me floed like a river and met the ocean. im fierce as a wave, im calm as a storm and my tides are guided by the moon. Im more than myself now and its up to you. come meet my shore or not, ill always have myself this infinity of wather and the moon.

if you only can call me selfish, thats ok. near you I drawn myself in tears. I got away so I could be a stream. maybe someday I'll be a long river flowing to the ocean. I'm your flesh and blood, but you don't own me. not anymore and never again.

[zooey-glss]

[taiomvct]

Diving • going deep into our inner oceans. Finding peace through the wave's chaos. . #wave #peace #diving #ocean #contemporarytattooing #tatuagemcontemporanea #visualconceptstattoo #visualconcept #VCTestudio #taiomvct #wather #fluid #tttism #tttpublishing #tattrx # (at Barceloneta)

[zmayadw]

Evening to all :)

Time for the next part :)

Have a nice evening :)

CALL OF THE RAVEN

PART 10

I woke up with a terrible taste in my mouth. I had no clue what time was it, but the sun was out already, making me squint my eyes. I got in sitting position slowly, banging in my head intensifing with every move i made. Ugh, i'm never drinking again, i scolded myself. Squinting, I focused on the little alarm clock that was on the night stand. 10.34. Whoa, i cant remember the last time i slept this long. I got up from the bed and went to the bathroom. I filled the glass with wather, rinsing my mouth a few times before gulping down two glasses. My stomach growled at it, i just hoped not to throw up .Taking a shower would be a wise thing to do, so i just threw the clothes i had off and entered the shower. The warm water felt good, i just let it pour over me for a while. I wrapped myself in the towel taking some painkillers for the headache. Getting back to the room, i dressed up, and sat on the bed. I felt a bit better, but still not enough. Coffee, i tought, thats what i need now. I got up, going for the purse i threw on the floor when i got in, searching for my phone. Shit, i cursed, it wsnt there. I checked every pocket, even Jake's hoodie, but my phone was nowhere to be found. Crap, i probably left it at a the Aurora last night, when Jessy and me wer taking pictures. Or at lest i hoped so. Well, i was going for coffee, so i could stop at the Aurora eitherway. I grabbed my backpack with drawing stuff. Who knows, i might be up for some drawing, no matter I still felt woozy from last night drinking. I putted my sneakers on, grabed my stuff and car keys. Walking wasnt an option this time, i wasnt feeling well enough for it.

When i parked my car infront of the Aurora, I saw Dan's car was still there. I smiled as i left the car, guess i wasnt the only one sleeping late today. I hoped Phil was there already, and my phone too. I entered the Aurora, relieved at the sight of Phil behind the bar. I was washed with the smell of coffee, and as i neared the bar, I pleadingly said to him, sitting on the stool „Please, please, please, tell me i'm not wrong and that is coffee i can smell.“ Phil turned arround , not noticing me when i entered. He grinned at me „You are most definitly right! Would you like some?“ „Yes, pretty please.“ I said, as i putted my hand on the bar, and leaned my head on it as on a pillow. Phil chuckled at me „Want any sugar with it? Or milk?“ „Yes, please.“ I replied, and he vanished through the storage doors. He returned with a big cup of coffe putting it infront of me. I rised my head, took the cup, taking a deep breath of its smell, before taking a big sip of it. „Thanks, Phill, you're my saviour:“ i smiled at him as i settled it back on the bar. „Here to help.“ He said, winking. „Rough night?“ he asked teasingly. „Oh, i dont know how you can be so cheerful.“ I started „I feel like a truck hit me lastnight.“ He laughed „Practice to perfection.“ „I think i would need years of practice to be even close to that kind of perfection!“ i said, making a skeptical face. He smiled at me „So, to what do i owe the pleasure?“ he asked. „Dont get me wrong, im glad to see you“ he said, that devilish spark in his eyes again „But i doubt you came just to see me.“ „You caught me.“ I said, even tho it was nice seeing him. „I was hoping that i might have left my phone here yesterday.“ He shook his head at me, crouching down searchin for a few seconds under the bar, giving me my phone as he got up. „Better be carefull next time, good thing i noticed it as you left.“ „Yay, thanks Phil, again.“ I told him, giving him a big smile. „I owe you big time! Both for the phone, and coffee.“ His phone rang then „Sorry business calling. Be right back“ he said, answering his phone and going through the storage door. I checked my phone with him gone, finding out few missed calls and messages from Jessy. She was worried i havent answered her jet, so i decided to call her while waiting for Phil. The tone barely sugested it rang when Jessy's voice boomed from the other side. „Finaly! Do you know how worried i have been? Are you allright? Where wer you? Why didnt you answer me before?“ It made me smile a bit, her worrying for me like that was so sweet. „Im sooooo sorry Jessy“ i said pleadingly „I left my phone at Aurora last night, i just got here to get it.“ Phil returned at that point, and i mouthed to him 'Jessy's' name, indicating who i was talking to. Her voice boomed again, and i moved my phone a bit from my ear, wich made Phil laugh. „Ofcourse you did! Its no wonder after all the whiskey you had! Dan is still sleeping like a log! You two really had it last night!“ „Aww, Dont be cross, Jessy.“ I started pleadingly again „I promise next time we wont over do it.“ Phil was grining at me now, and i stuck my toung at him, trying to calm Jessy down. „C'mon, you cant tell me you didnt have some fun yesterday.“ I started „I have some pictures on my phone as a proof of it.“ Phil threw his thumb up, showing me i said a good thing, and i grined at him. „Alright, i admit last night wasnt all that bad.“ Jessy started, sounding calmer now „But you're still not off the hook completly.“ „Thanks, Jessy“ i started, grining as a sign of victory to Phil. „You can scold me some more at lunch, if the deal for it still stands.“  „Ofcourse!“ Jessy cined cheerfuly from the other side „Dan will be a sleep for God knows how long, and im already bored here.“ I quickly moved my phone from the ear checking the time. „Its 12.20 now, when do you want us to meet?“. „I'll meet you around 14 at the Aurora. I doubt Phil will mind you hanging there with him till then.“ She replied, teasing me. „Somehow i think you're right.“ I said, looking at Phil with a devilysh smile. „Cya later, Jessy.“ I sadi, lovering my phone. Phil looked at me,a bit confused „Wat was that about?“ „Oh, just Jessy being Jessy.“ I told him, grining. „Fine, fine, be all mysterious.“ He teased me. „Awww, c'mon, you wouldnt find me so interesting if i was an open book.“ I told him, smiling sheepeshly. He looked at me, with that intensifing look again, making me feel heat spreading through my body „You're not wrong about that.“ Crap, what are you doing again, Maya, i scolded myself. Phil was definatly into me, and i was toying with him like this. It really wasnt my intention, i didnt want him to get the wrong impression about anything. But it felt so easy for me, talking to Phil, compared to Jake. Why does all have to be so tough and complicated with him? It feels like walking on egg shells every time im with him: dont do this, dont say that. Shit, it shouldnt be that way, should it? Was i really that much into Jake? Blah, i dont know anything anymore. I wish he would be more open with me, it would make things so much easier. I was lost in my toughts when Phil finaly snaped me back to reality „Maya? You allright?“ I looked at him, shaking my head,  to clear it from all the 'Jake' toughts. „Yeah, sorry.“ I started „Guess the coffee didnt kick in properly yet.“ Phil looked at me, and i could see he didnt really belive what i told him, but decided not to take the matter any further „If you say so.“ Was all he said. I smiled shyly at him. „Do you mind if i just hang here for an hour or so, before metting with Jessy? I dont feel up to driving back to motel, and the coffee isnt bad here either.“ I tried, smiling, waving my empty cup at him. Phil looked at me, rising one of his eyebrows, and smiled devilishly „How could i say no to a beautifull woman?“ He took my cup, winked at me vanishing through the storage doors. I could feel my cheeks flushing again, and my heart beating faster. Shit, shit, shit..

When Phil came back with another full cup of coffee i asked if its ok if I sit at one of the booths, to wich he said  fine, since he did have some work to be done. I took my stuff and coffee setteling at the booth. I had a bit over an hour before metting with Jessy, i hoped some inspiration for work might come to me. I took my stuff out of the backpack, took my sneakers off, sitting with my feet up on the booths perch. I liked drawing like that. Leaning my drawing pad on my knees i tried to focus on my work, but my toughts just kept wondering off.  I tought about Phil, sneaking glances towards the bar. He was good looking, always nice to me, even tho everyone warned me that he was a 'no good' considering women. He never showed any sign of it towards me. He was easygoing, i enjoyed his company, we definatly clicked. Then there is Jake. I was definatly drawn to him, cant deny that. When im near him, it feels like when a moth is drawn towards fire. Cant fight it, its driving me crazy. But nothing with him is easy. Its like taking one step forward, then not one, or even two, but ten steps back. Its so frustrating. And with all that had happened, i feel like all the progres we had was completly gone. My head was still too woozy for thinking of stuff like this. I setteled my drawing stuff down, taking my coffee, leaning back in the booth. Maybe Jessy would have some advice fore me. Two heads are smarter then one, or so they say. But i should definatly talk to Phil, at least try to explain things to him. I dont want him thinking im giving him some false hope here. As if he could sense my toughts, he turned around, took his coffee and walked towards me. „Mind if i join you?“ he asked, and i smiled „Ofcourse i dont. I guess my inspiration is still sleeping, so no work to be done at the moment.“ He grined „Thats good for me. I can have the pleasure of your company for some more then.“ I chuckled at that, siping some more of the coffee. But i tought again about talking with him about everything.  My face must have gotten some serious expression, 'couse Phil looked at me a bit serious, before asking „Whats bothering you, Maya? I have a feeling you want to talk to me about something.“ I looked at him, those deep eyes of his gazing intensly at me, trying to dig up my toughts. „I do.“ I admitted after a moment „But to be hones, i dont know how to start .“ „Well, just do your best.“ He said, and i started to get the feeling of a knot at my stomach again. „Allright.“ I said, but the words didnt come easy after that. „I like you, Phill.“ I said finaly after a moment of silence. He chuckled „Ok, thats a good start.“ „Ah, but that was the easy part.“ I started „Now comes the tricky one.“ I could notice him tensing a bit, like he knew where this might lead to. „Ok, go on then.“ He said. „I enjoy your company, talking to you, its so easygoing. I feel we clicked, that theres some 'spark' between us, and i know you noticed the same.“  „You're right about that.“ He replied. „But..“ i started, and Phil interupted me, sighing „Ahh, there it is, the famous 'but' part.“ „Please, Phil, just let me say what i have, then you can hate me.“ He looked at me, his face getting a soft touch „I couldnt hate you, Maya.“ „Dont say it untill im not done talking.“ I said, a bit sadness creeping to my voice. „Alright. Please, continue.“ „Ok. As i started earlier,i like you, but i dont want to get your hopes up.“ I settled my coffe on the table, my hands fidgeting with the cup. Why was this so hard? „Shit, Phil, im a complete mess at the moment.“ I started „I myself dont know what i want, and its tearing me up inside. There is someone, and i dont know where I stand with him. And i dont want to start something new, if im not a 100% sure that its the right thing, that its something i really want. With no loose ends catching up on me.“ I looked up at Phil, him still not taking his eyes off me. „Am i making any sense to you here?“ i asked, lovering my head. I really didnt want to have this conversation, but that was me being honest. All of a sudden, i could feel Phil's hand covering mine, and i looked back up at him. He still had that softness written all over his face. „I appriciate your honesty, Maya.“ He started „Now let me be honest also.“ „Ofcourse“ i said „I expect nothing less.“ „Good.“ He looked at me more serious now. „You know i like you, you said it yourself. I dont know why, but i felt drawn to you the moment i saw you. Theres something in you that makes a man bedazled by you, i cant explain it differently.“ He paused for a moment before continuing. „And i get it, you dont want to get into something half hearted. And i applaud you for that. Because, if anything was to happen between us, i wouldnt want it that way either.“ He looked at me now, his gaze intensifing again, and i started to feel that heat again. „If it was to happen“ he continued „I would prefere if you wer in it with every inch of your body and soul.“ I was mesmerized by his words. He was so open with me, the words came so easy to him. Why cant it be like this with Jake. „Allrighty, that was pretty honest there.“ I said finaly, making an aqward smile. „You wanted me to be honest.“ He said, adding „And just so you know, im not going to make it easy for you.“ He looked at me now, with that devilish spark in his eyes again. I looked at him puzzled „What do you mean by it?“ He grined at me „Its like this: i will continue to act like i did so far, and you can do the same, cause, lets face it, we both like it.“ His grin widened, and i smiled back at him. „Good, you get me. But, until i get a confirmation from you about freely taking it a step further, i will do whatever i can to maybe, just maybe, help you feel a bit less messy and steer thigs in my favore.“ „And what if it wont end as you hope it would? Can you be ok with just being my friend?“ i asked him. He looked at me for a moment, before answering. „Honestly“ he started“i cant say i wouldnt be dissapointed, a little hearth broken probably, but i would respect your choice. And yes, Maya, if that would be so, i would gladly be just your friend.“ “Thanks, Phil, i appriciate all you said.“ I told him „I was kinda affraid of having this conversation with you.“ „You, affraid? I cant belive that“ he said, teasingly „Belive me, i was scared as hell.“ I said, adding to it „But im glad we had it. I didnt want it to become aqward between us at some point.“ „Not gonna happen.“ He said, winking at me. I smiled „Shit, you know, even thou i had enough yesterday, i could actualy use a drink right now.“ Phil lughed so hard „Awww, you really did get scared. We are in a bar afterall, you just say the words and ill bring you that drink.“ He said, looking at me with one raised eyebrow. „Only if you join me“ i said, grining at him „ And if you dont tell Jessy about it.“ He got up from the booth, smiling and winking before he left for the bar „Deal!“

[charliethearcher]

#photographygreen #photography📷 #naturalrevolution #nature #niceday #natur #gutenabend #photooftheday #london🇬🇧 #london_city_photo #photographygreen #fotografie #birds #wather #waves #theartistvision #blue #birdshots #birdstagram #instagood #inspire #haveaniceday #instagram (en London, United Kingdom) https://www.instagram.com/p/BznjjdGo05j/?igshid=n5jiixpoziq9

[packconfig]

LOADOUT: Dutch Firearms and Tactics Instructor Here’s a loadout that Rob, a firearms and tactics instructor for the Dutch Police, uses for working on the shooting range and at training facilities.

​Ortlieb Atrack 45

Arc’teryx Theta AR jacket

Mammut Windstopper jacket

Arc’teryx knee caps

Outdoor Research Ironsight gloves

Mammut beanie

ESS Ice ballistic eyeshields

Black Diamond Storm headlight

IFAK shotwound trauma kit

3M Peltor shooting headset

MantisX shooting performance system

Wather P99QNL simunition and dummy pistol

Gas mask

Leatherman Wave tool

Dummy weapons (wrench tool and knife) for scenario training

This bag was provided by the Ortlieb dealer in The Netherlands at my request, to use and test this bag in a tactical environment, rather than in the typical outdoor environment it was designed for.

It seems to me this bag has great potential for military or LE, because to my knowledge this is one of the first bags that is completely waterproof, and yet provides easy and fast acces to the inside of the bag.

As you can see in one of the pictures, once the zipper is completely opened, the pack opens like a duffelbag!

More loadouts on packconfig.com/loadouts

[neil-neil-orange-peel]

Rick & Vyvyan, I forgive you

Guilt was not an emotion Rick was used to feeling; anger, rage, fury – all yes. Embarrassment, frustration and confusion weren’t too uncommon either. Come to think of it, it would have been more expected to witness Rick in the midst of pure, undiluted joy than it would have been to observe guilt gnawing away at him, like one of the stubborn bits of mould that grew all over the student house. Considering that Vyvyan – of all people – had recently been inspiring more positive emotions in the poet, it wouldn’t have been so shocking at all to spot him with a genuine smile on his face.

But Rick had gone and arsed all that up, hadn’t he?

Now, in his defence, he hadn’t realised that Vyvyan could be so easily provoked… although an entire university course’s worth of experiences perhaps should have told him otherwise. By Cliff, he was stupid! Why had he done that? He should just have taken five measly seconds to look and check what he was actually doing before-

“Ricky, the sugar’s in the tea.”

Mike was doing a mighty fine impression of a person watching the news, as was Rick. Normally, the household weren’t able to watch the news without the anarchist interrupting every five seconds to scream at the newsreader… or the weatherman… or the live reporter. However, today was different.

Because Rick felt guilty.

“No, no – it’s ‘the sugar’s in the coffee’, Mike,” the poet corrected the cool person anxiously, leaning forwards to get a better look out of the window.

“Does it matter?” Mike asked, disinterest dripping from his lips.

“Well, no, I suppose the exact wording doesn’t matter but I did spend wather a lot of time coming up with the code phwases and-”

Rick was abruptly cut off by the front door flying noisily off its hinges and landing with a wham in the middle of the hallway. Oh god, he was here! He was back! What was he going to say again!? Ruddy heck, he’d already forgotten!

“Vyvyan’s home,” Neil announced with a typically sombre sigh. He was stirring something in a big pot over by the stove – probably more of his revolting lentils.

“I know that, Neil!” Rick snapped at him, “Were you listening at all when I went thwough my list of code phwases? Were you!?”

“Was that an owl I heard, Michael?” Vyvyan cut across deliberately loudly – and for Vyvyan to be deliberately loud, rather than just coincidentally loud, didn’t exactly help Rick’s churning guilt.

“I doubt that, Vyv – it’s only 2:30 in the afternoon,” Mike answered, only briefly glancing over from the TV.

“An owl that hoots during the day,” Vyvyan remarked, not glancing over at Rick at all. He scrunched up his face and sneered, “Must be a bloody stupid owl then.”

A thundering of footfall signified the punk’s ascent upstairs. Shit. He’d missed it. Shit, shit, bollocks!

“What are you still doing here?” Mike asked the frozen poet incredulously, “I thought you wanted to speak with him?”

“I do!” Rick insisted, “I just… I… Uh…”

Mike rolled his eyes.

“Go on up after him and be quick about it,” he told him seriously.

“Okay, Mike! I’ll be fast!” Rick agreed near instantly, his head bobbing away and his feet already touching the floor. “See? Alweady on my way!” He laughed uneasily.

“Just remember how long it took Neil to pry your head out of the toilet the other night if things get heated, alright?” Mike warned him.

“Yeah, man, do you know how much the toilet smells?” the hippie complained. He punctuated the word “smells” with a circular wave of his spoon in mid-air, which sent globules of horror speeding towards all four walls. Affronted – alright, he was mostly just glad for the excuse to put off going after Vyvyan for another ten seconds – Rick spluttered at him.

“Funnily enough I do, Neil, considewing it was MY head that was down there for four and half hours!”

It was a wonder the hippie had enough braincells to stand up, Rick thought to himself.

Once he was stood outside Vyvyan’s closed off bedroom, such hilarious attempts at wit were muted; it was quite the foreboding task he had set himself, wasn’t it? Apologising to someone. Especially when that someone was Vyvyan, who was without a doubt the most important person Rick knew.

“I know you’re there, prick,” the punk’s scratchy voice rang out unexpectedly, “I can hear you squirming.”

Rick, embarrassingly, jumped. He smiled smarmily at the closed door and coughed lightly.

“Say you’ll forgive me, Vyvyan.” It was more of a demand than a request, albeit an anxious demand.

“Why?” the punk’s voice asked, stumping Rick momentarily.

“Why!?” he soon managed to come back with, “Because I’m blummin’ misewable with you ignowring me, that’s why!”

“So it’s all about you then?” Vyvyan returned.

“Yes- no, I meant no!” Rick spluttered. Damn Vyvyan for always being able to trip him up! “You know I’m not vewry good at this sort of thing…” he mumbled bitterly.

“Yeah,” the punk agreed. The door opened then, suddenly enough to cause a small puff of dust and sawdust to waft into Rick’s face. Vyvyan emerged with his arms crossed defiantly. “I do.”

The poet sighed and scratched the back of his neck; he hadn’t ever thought he’d end up in the wrong with Vyvyan, much less be moralised by him! Rick shook his head.

“Are you going to make me say it?” he asked hesitantly.

“Do you ever want me to kiss that disgustingly spotty face of yours again?” Vyvyan countered, the wispy beginnings of a smirk of amusement forming around his lips. This was a good sign. Surely. Please? Rick waved his arms in front of him dramatically.

“Alwight, alwight! I’m… sowrry, Vyvyan. I’m really, wruddy sorry, alwight?” he huffed, “I- I didn’t wealise that that was your essay by the lavvy, I swear! I didn’t even know you wrote essays!”

Seeing Vyvyan holding pen and paper was like seeing Rick with a membership to the Conservative Party: not bloody likely! This had all just been a ghastly misunderstanding. In fact, it appeared this point of view was dawning on the punk.

Vyvyan sighed heavily.

“Did it at least hurt your bottom?”

“Yes,” Rick assured him, wincing at the memory, “What in the name of Cliff Wichard was in that ink!?”

“You don’t want to know,” the punk taunted him, with an almost feral glint to his eyes.

Yes, well, whatever irreparable damage had been done down there could be dealt with later, couldn’t it? Besides, irreparable was quite a strong word. Temporary sounded better. Temporary – much like the previous frosty hostility between the two of them. Maybe Rick was better at this than he gave himself credit for?

“So… can you forgive me, Vyv?” he finally asked. It was always notable whenever Rick used his boyfriend’s nickname; it could hardly be mistaken for a regular occurrence. It probably had something to do with being brought up to use everyone’s Christian names… even if he had rebelled against that by re-baptising himself Rick. Perhaps the anarchist’s choice to use the punk’s shortened name now was subconsciously deliberate. “I can help you wewrite your essay, if you’d like.”

“I don’t think you’d be much use there,” Vyvyan told him bluntly. Rick’s eyes cast downwards in disappointment. “But, yes – I forgive you, Rick. You poof.”

A fire – a happy fire – returned to the anarchist’s face as he gazed up at the punk once more.

“Fascist!” he snorted.

“Girl!”

“Bastard!”

“Knob end!”

~~~

Thanks for the ask! Sorry it’s taken so ridiculously long ahhhh! I figured everyone would probably expect Vyv to be apologising to Rick (since Rick is so sensitive and Vyv is so destructive), which I why I decided to do the opposite. Rick is quite tactless and unaware of other people’s feelings, after all! Bloody only children... I jest, I jest. XD Anyway, I hope you’ve enjoyed this. There’s one more Rivyan prompt left in the batch and then I’ll have them all done. At some point I’ll do some more prompt requests, although I’m not sure when exactly as I’m going to be busier with academic stuff for a bit now.

[ishkavitae]

Ishka Vitae // 112 // Wather Numph turned Valkyrie // Taken

Ishka lived a peaceful life, one full of laughter and spirit, surrounded by family and friends. One of her favorite things to do as a young nymph had been to visit the surface, spreading herself out among the rocks and large boulders to bask in the sun with her friends. The only thing stopping her from traveling to the surface was her parents; they thought it too dangerous. They didn’t trust the evil that the world above offered.

One fateful morning she snuck out, leaving her parents to adventure with her friends. They spent hours playing games and singing lovely melodies, that is until they spotted a ship on the horizon. The naive nymphs waved to the men aboard the ship, not knowing the men were pirates, and not thinking to desert the rocks and return to the sea. The ship came closer, and the crew joined them upon the rocks under a guise of friendliness. When they were all in place, settled in with the nymphs, the pirates turned on them. 

See, nymphs scales were precious on the black market, and the amount of scales they would harvest from the nymphs would be traded for gold and other treasures, holding them over for years.The nymphs fought back as hard as they could, but they were no match for the brute pirates that tore them apart. Ishka fought strenuously, her strength weakening by the second as the blood drained from her veins. 

Ishka lay there in a pool of the other nymphs blood, seconds from death watching the pirates murder her friends. It was only when they were about to attack her brother - the only person to ever truly see and accept her as she was - when she was reborn. 

She rose above the pirates and nymphs, transforming into a Valkyrie. With her new found strength she picked off a few of the men, flinging them into the ocean to let them drown while the others left, cowardly running back to their ship to disappear back into the horizon. 

She held the broken body of her brother Lachlan in her arms, weeping as she sat alone for the first time among the rocks. Through her tears she witnessed something so sadly bittersweet, something she wouldn’t have believed if she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes. From the body of her brother as well as the nymphs lying around her rose translucent butterflies. They attached themselves to her, knowing she was now the only one who could return them to the natural cycle of this world. 

She is alone, but then again not, and makes her way to the next town, one she had been to many times before with her family to visit and trade goods. Ishka meets a witch whom she passes on the butterflies to, except for one that refuses to leave her side. The witch sends her to Drasgsa, the capital of the Valkyries.

Ishka takes a train with other Valkyries, but they think her a bit strange because they think she talks to herself. It was only until she asked why people were staring when she realized the others couldn’t see the butterfly that followed her, which is strange because every Valkyrie should be able to see it. This led Ishka to believe that maybe the only reason she could see it was because she had been so close with the merfolk, at one point being one of them.

She joins the Valkyrie army, slowly moving up in the ranks. Something about her transition made her an optimum fighter. Strong, fast, ready for action at every turn. Ishka isolates herself, but not because she's lonely or sad, she has enough contact with the warrior training, sometimes she attends community events, festivals, Valkyrie ceremonies. Ishka doesn't tend to have any close friends, she’s afraid of the traumatic event that happened with her friends happening again. She’s afraid to lose people, so she pushes them away. In general she is liked, so when there is a festival she can basically sit down with whomever to eat and drink for a while before calling it a night, she doesn’t stay out long.

Then, the Spiderwar begins. This is the first real and honest battle she has to fight in, and because she's one of their best soldiers, she is assigned to protect Fabledale. During one of the battles a few spiders break through, Ishka decides to follow that troupe into the castle, managing to kill the last one before they attack a Reigning Council Member hiding nearby.

The Nymph who is currently on the Council Seat thanks her for her help and is incredibly nervous, scared for what she knew was going to happen next. In what can only be described as a ludicrous move brought on by panic caused by a giant spider almost eating her, gives Katie their diary and tells her that if she does not survive what happens next, then Ishka is in Charge of the Spirit Faction.

Ishka rejects, the notion that she could be a Council member beyond her- but the nymph discloses something Ishka would never have thought to be true, that they were the last of their people, that she would be one of the last Nymphs left. Ishka agreed, not only has she been a Nymph, but a Valkyrie as well- the two species under the Spirit Faction.

The room was empty other than them, there was no one else for Ishka to pass on the responsibility to, and especially no one that would be able to represent the Spirit Faction as well as her. Ishka takes the dairy and runs, hoping for the best - but then, the Curse is set upon Naraya and the Nymph is in such a deep depleted sleep from said curse that they will likely never wake again.

In about a weeks time after the Curse, Naraya officials come looking for Ishka. They state that the current Counil Member left orders behind, her note leading them to believe that Ishka would be the newest Council member. To prepare her for this role, she decides to read the diary and finds that there is a large amount of corruption going on with the other council members - and she is the only one that knows it, the longer she is in the position the more she also knows there has to be a balance. Ishka wants to share all the information she’s gathered with the world, but she knew she couldn’t go public with it- she knew the best thing to do would be to stay on the Council, be the good that spoke to the evil she sensed in them. 

Now, Ishkas full time job is as a Council Member. She takes this job seriously, she wants to be a challenge to the others on the council to make ethical choices, choices that could change the lives of people all over Naraya. Ishka resides in the Castle - where most Council members have a room, mainly for protection- and she spends most of her free time keeping up to date on combat training or at any large body of water- whether it be a lake or ocean, Ishka’s not picky. 

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Nicknames (oh fuck there’s so many of them): Cath, Cat, Cather, Cather Wather, Kira, Cati, Jie Jie, Poppy, Cate, Cathy

Zodiac Sign: Aquarius

Height: 5’3.5”

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Last thing I googled: jerejean ao3

Favorite musicians: Troye Sivan, Sabrina Carpenter, Ben Platt

Song stuck in my head: I Don’t Care by Ed Sheeran and Justin Bieber (Kyle Hanagami did choreography to it a while ago and I’ve been trying to learn it as best I can)

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Amount of sleep: ummmm I normally fall asleep anywhere from 11 pm-1 am, and my school brain still wakes me up at around 9:45 ish? (Summer break will fix that). So anywhere from 10 hours and 45 mins to 8 hours and 45 mins?

Dream job: Pediatrician! Though also an author or a pastry chef would be so much fun!

Dream trip: I’ve already been, but I’d LOVE to go back to Italy! The food is incredible, I love the language, and the weather is usually awesome.

Instruments: Piano, and I played violin for three years

Languages: English (native language), almost there for Spanish, Pig Latin (literally I can speak it as fast as I speak English), and I’m trying to learn High Valyrian on Duolingo

Favorite Songs: Let’s Hurt Tonight by OneRepublic, Better by Ben Platt, FOOLS by Troye Sivan, Diamonds are Forever by Sabrina Carpenter, and Waves by Dean Lewis

Aesthetic: Lifting my chin to speak to someone (both because I’m short and because it looks dignified), raising one eyebrow, baking layer cakes on a whim, the breathless feeling after running off stage, twirling in a flowing skirt until I’m dizzy, laughing too loud at my own jokes

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