#whis is That Genie

[kimilycof]

ASSESSMENT II

INSTRUCTION : Kindly read and study the elements of DRAMA based on the definition given from the module.

Then answer Independent Assessment 2 and the PLOT.

Recall the last time you watched a movie. Provide some information about the movie and write them on your notebook.

MOVIE TITLE : ALLADIN

SETTING

The story of Aladdin is primarily set in the fictional city of Agrabah, a bustling Arabian city located in a desert region. Agrabah is depicted as a vibrant and colorful city, with it's district middle eastern architecture, bustling marketplaces and orrate palaces. Other setting include the cave of wonders, a mystical cavern filled with treasures and guarded by a colossal tiger's head, and the place of the sultan, which showcases opulence and grandeur.

CHARACTERS

— Aladdin : The protagonist

— Jasmine : The spirited and independent princess of Agrabah

— Genie : A magical being with phenomenal cosmic powers, trapped inside a magical lamp.

— Jafar : The main antagonist

— Abu : Aladdin's loyal and mischievous pet monkey.

PLOT

EXPOSITION

The story is set in the fictional city of Agrabah, where a young street urchin named Aladdin dreams of a better life. He encounters Princess Jasmine, whi is disguised as a commoner and they form a connection. Meanwhile the evil soreeree Jafar seeks a magical lamp hidden in the cave of wonders.

Rising action

Jafar manipulates Aladdin into retrieving the lamp for him, but Aladdin accidentally becomes trapped in the cave. Inside , he discovers a magical Genie who grants him three wishes. Aladdin uses his first wish to become prince Ali Ababwa to impress Jasmine and gain acceptance.

CLIMAX

Aladdin's true identity is revealed during a confrontation with Jaraf. Jaraf steals the lamp and becomes the Genie's master, using his powers to gain control. Aladdin must find a way to defeat Jafar and Save Agrabah.

FALLING ACTION

With the help of his friends, including the Genie, Aladdin devises a plan to outsmart Jafar and reclaim the lamp. Aladdin uses his final wish to set the Genie free.

DENOUEMENT

Aladdin defeats Jafar, who is trapped in his own greed. Aladdin reveals his true identity to Jasmine, and they express their love for each other. Aladdin is accepted by the sultan and he and Jasmine rule Agrabah as a kist and compassionate couple. The Genie, now free, embarks on his own journey of freedom and exploration.

THEME

The themes explored in "Aladdin" include identity and self-discovery, love and acceptance, freedom and independence, the battle of good versus evil and friendship and loyalty. The story emphasize the importance of being true to oneself, accepting others for who they are, pursuing personal happiness and freedom, standing up against evil, and valuing genuine connections. "Aladdin" combines adventures, romance, and these themes to create a captivating and timeless tale.

[autolovecraft]

At the very bottom of the Valley, saying, I am old.

For all time did their builders erect them, and forget much. Their name I recall dimly, it was like to that of the Valley, saying, I am old, and mighty were the walls from which they fell. Their name I recall not, move forms not meant to be understood. The Genie that haunts the moonbeams spake to the Daemon replied, I am old.

The Genie that haunts the moonbeams spake to the Daemon of the river Than, not to be understood. At the very bottom of the valley lies the river.

Rank is the herbage on each slope, where the light reaches not, move forms not meant to be beheld. These beings were like the waters of the past, but I too am old. And within the depths of the past, but I too am old. At the very bottom of the past, but I too am old, and to subterranean grottoes it flows, so that the Daemon of the Valley knows not why its waters are red, nor whither they are bound. At the very bottom of the moment.

At the very bottom of the Valley knows not why its waters are red, nor whither they are bound. From hidden springs it rises, and am wise in lore of the past, but I too am old. Vast are the stones of ruined palaces, twining tightly about broken columns and strange monoliths, and to subterranean grottoes it flows, so that the Daemon replied, I am old, and the Daemon of the river.

Rank is the herbage on each slope, where the light reaches not, move forms not meant to be understood. The Genie that haunts the moonbeams spake to the Daemon replied, I am Memory, and forget much. So the Genie flew back to the Daemon replied, I am Memory, and mighty were the walls from which they fell. In. And in trees that grow gigantic in crumbling courtyards leap little apes in the trees. The Genie that haunts the moonbeams spake to the Daemon of the little apes, while in and out of deep treasure-vaults writhe poison serpents and scaly things without a name.

Their aspect I recall dimly, it was like to that of the Valley knows not why its waters are red, nor whither they are bound.

Tell me the deeds and aspect and name of them who built these things of Stone. From hidden springs it rises, and in sooth they yet serve nobly, for beneath them the gray toad makes his habitation. From hidden springs it rises, and mighty were the walls from which they fell. And the Daemon of the Valley knows not why its waters are red, nor whither they are bound.

Rank is the herbage on each slope, where the light reaches not, move forms not meant to be understood. The Genie that haunts the moonbeams spake to the thin horned moon, and am wise in lore of the river Than, not to be understood. Vast are the stones of ruined palaces, twining tightly about broken columns and strange monoliths, and forget much. Their name I recall clearly, for they were but of the river Than, whose waters are slimy and filled with weeds. So the Genie flew back to the Daemon replied, I am Memory, and mighty were the walls from which they fell.

These beings were like the waters of the river Than, whose waters are slimy and filled with weeds. From hidden springs it rises, and in sooth they yet serve nobly, for it rhymed with that of the valley, where evil vines and creeping plants crawl amidst the stones which sleep beneath coverlets of dank moss, and heaving up marble pavements laid by forgotten hands. Vast are the stones of ruined palaces, twining tightly about broken columns and strange monoliths, and forget much. And in trees that grow gigantic in crumbling courtyards leap little apes in the trees. Their deeds I recall clearly, for they were but of the Valley, saying, I am old, and in sooth they yet serve nobly, for it rhymed with that of the Valley, saying, I am Memory, and am wise in lore of the valley of Nis the accursed waning moon shines thinly, tearing a path for its light with feeble horns through the lethal foliage of a great upas-tree. At the very bottom of the moment. And in trees that grow gigantic in crumbling courtyards leap little apes, while in and out of deep treasure-vaults writhe poison serpents and scaly things without a name. For all time did their builders erect them, and mighty were the walls from which they fell. At the very bottom of the Valley knows not why its waters are slimy and filled with weeds.

So the Genie flew back to the thin horned moon, and mighty were the walls from which they fell. Tell me the deeds and aspect and name of them who built these things of Stone. In. In. Tell me the deeds and aspect and name of them who built these things of Stone. In.

In. Their deeds I recall clearly, for they were but of the Valley knows not why its waters are red, nor whither they are bound. Tell me the deeds and aspect and name of them who built these things of Stone.

And within the depths of the past, but I too am old, and in sooth they yet serve nobly, for they were but of the Valley knows not why its waters are slimy and filled with weeds. Tell me the deeds and aspect and name of them who built these things of Stone. In. These beings of yesterday were called Man. The Genie that haunts the moonbeams spake to the Daemon of the valley, where the light reaches not, move forms not meant to be beheld. These beings of yesterday were called Man. At the very bottom of the river Than, not to be understood. These beings were like the waters of the river Than, whose waters are slimy and filled with weeds. So the Genie flew back to the Daemon looked intently at a little ape in a tree that grew in a crumbling courtyard.

From hidden springs it rises, and to subterranean grottoes it flows, so that the Daemon of the valley lies the river Than, not to be beheld. At the very bottom of the valley, where evil vines and creeping plants crawl amidst the stones which sleep beneath coverlets of dank moss, and to subterranean grottoes it flows, so that the Daemon of the Valley, saying, I am old, and mighty were the walls from which they fell. Vast are the stones of ruined palaces, twining tightly about broken columns and strange monoliths, and to subterranean grottoes it flows, so that the Daemon replied, I am Memory, and am wise in lore of the Valley, saying, I am Memory, and forget much.

Vast are the stones of ruined palaces, twining tightly about broken columns and strange monoliths, and the Daemon looked intently at a little ape in a tree that grew in a tree that grew in a tree that grew in a tree that grew in a crumbling courtyard.

Tell me the deeds and aspect and name of them who built these things of Stone. And in trees that grow gigantic in crumbling courtyards leap little apes, while in and out of deep treasure-vaults writhe poison serpents and scaly things without a name. And the Daemon of the river Than, not to be beheld. Rank is the herbage on each slope, where the light reaches not, for they were but of the valley, where the light reaches not, move forms not meant to be understood. Tell me the deeds and aspect and name of them who built these things of Stone. Their deeds I recall clearly, for it rhymed with that of the river Than, not to be beheld. And in trees that grow gigantic in crumbling courtyards leap little apes, while in and out of deep treasure-vaults writhe poison serpents and scaly things without a name.

[angelfccdie]

"Would you kindly tell Beerus to be more mindful of the planets he chooses to destroy because they take a lot of time to be made and to avoid another situation where both our necks are on the line, please?"

Boss Whis Around | Accepting

“But, of course, Supreme Kai. Anything you ask.” There’s not even the most minuscule hint of sarcasm or exasperation in his tone-- genial and accommodating to the end, it seems. “However, I do hope you understand I can’t guarantee any particular outcome of doing so.”

[henryhas2moms]

ouat’s reluctance to validate regina’s anger is something i could go on and on about but i’m gonna try to only talk about one specific thing: they always always always use “vengeance” or “revenge”, words associated with “villains” and “evil”, to talk about regina’s war against snow and never “justice”, which has a more positive/neutral connotation, even from regina’s perspective. many of regina’s actions would still be wrong, but their complete lack of trust in the audience to read her as an unreliable narrator (especially when the book itself is an unreliable narrator) is… weird.

[steve0discusses]

S5 Ep 40 Pt 1: Kaiba Has Arrived and He’s Pissed

Woof I was gone a HOT MINUTE. Overall it was a lot of long covid fatigue problems, a lot of “wow I wrote this thing and it makes no sense because words don’t work right in my brain fog brain.” So I looked at my bro who also has long covid thinking “well maybe he’s well enough to write something” and he was like “I just put dry ramen in cold water and then set it on the stove I think I’m losing my mind.” so ehhhh not much I could really do about it other than wait it out.

So thanks for your patience, I always appreciate how low key and casual this blog is compared to literally anywhere else I post on the internet.

Last we left off, Seto had some time reflecting over a haunted eyeball, and came to the decision that he wants to kick Bakura’s ass properly and in person. So, Kaiba took a red eye flight in his Wifejet straight towards Egypt.

So he lands this thing directly in front of a museum. Not just any museum, too, THE museum from like S3 where Ishizu spooked Marik in a vault and he went “ughhh! Sis you’re so rude!!!” and then Marik leapt through one of those massive windows and into an itty bitty motorcycle side car. Seems like just yesterday that Ishizu was seething at him from that broken stained glass window while Odion slowly vroom vroomed that ridiculous Indiana Jones motorcycle into the sunset.

Bro brings up “hey, do you think they fixed that window” and I agreed that she probably just duct taped some plastic bags on it like a busted Sedan. Because if this family has like zero experience in anything, it’s any invention that lets in sunlight.

(read more under the cut)

Seriously, I thought they were dead because Bakura could so easily sneak into the vault to end the world. Figured “Wow I can’t believe the last remaining members of the Pharaoh cult freakin died offscreen while protecting their King. What a poetic way for Marik to go.” and nah, man, all three of them immediately ditched their Pharaoh the moment Yami turned around, lmaooo.

I freaking love how bad these assholes are at their one job.

And yes in the actual line of the show Seto was like “who are you?” and he very quickly played it off like a joke but we know better. The BRAIN DAMAGE on this child. Who, as you can guess is here because he want’s more Brain Damage, yes please.

So he gets right to the point, holding the Worst Orb waaaaay too close to his face.

Again, my postcovid senses are just screaming at this nasty ass germ ridden eyeball. Also I had Odion as the same font as Roland, which was an error I made before Roland became one of the most important characters on Yugioh (to me). So no, Roland is not here, although I wish he was. I just don’t have a font for Odion and I’m too tired to make one at this point.

God bless the storyboarder, that 👀 on Marik is sending me.

And so...I don’t exactly know what Ishizu’s plan is to somehow get Seto to join his friends in the Egypt hallucination. Or how Ishizu knows that things went South in the crypt when they thought he’d be fine. But, I look forward to Seto’s reaction to being in his distant past and treating that incredible display of magic with a single wet fart.

Hard to tell because Mana blends into the rock, but at some point she and the genie decided to play a game where she treats him like a trampoline and the rest of them have decided to just watch from afar. I mean I guess what else would you do at that point? Like nothing right? Like the only game they have at this point is Mancala or shoving your soul into a stone tablet and playing cards with it.

But if anything, the weird tableau gives Yami and the crew time to catch up.

(has too much long covid to check if I made basketball joke before, does not care, because it still is crazy to me that if Yugi had just played basketball none of this would have happened.)

Using her powers, Ishizu manages to spot Pharaoh talking to himself by the Nile, and so Shimon and the rest of the palace can breathe a sigh of relief.

So, Shada gathers an army of like 12 people (which I’m sure the animators mandated because of the crazy amount of crowd scenes in this season) so they can retrieve the pharaoh, brush the remnants of the Nile off of his hat, and then drive him over to Kul Elna to take back the puzzle from the rude town wizard.

Wouldn’t be Pharaoh unless he kicked his friends out of dangers way, even at the threat of losing the entire universe. off they go, on horseback even.

Part 2 you’d probably expect that we find out what Yugi and Co even decided to after they were stranded in the desert by their best friend. But we don’t. Instead, We’re gonna go to Kul Elna, and Yugi will just uh...take a nap I guess.

Anyway, I’m just gonna post this now, bro read through it, both of were like “yeah that’s a post.” At one point he had something to add, and I completely forgot what it was. I think it’s good enough! Hope you enjoyed the first post I made in like what feels like is 2 months.

As always, here’s the link to read these in chrono order

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

And I’ll see you soon for part 2!

[lesbian-deadpool]

Flatline

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Modern AU

Words: 2,481

Warnings: Don’t drink and drive kiddos. Mentions of abuse. Descriptions of injury. Slight cheating.

Request: Yup. Hey! I was wondering if you could do a Natasha x fem!reader based on the videoclip of Maps- Maroon 5. But with the reader not dying at the end, just getting severely injured. And with a happy ending if that’s not asking much :) love your writings btw Hope you like it!

Summary: She’ll follow you.

A/N: Sorry this might have taken a lil long, life ‘n’ stuff y’know? I finished this off whilst sleep-deprived, so, take that as you will. Also, this isn’t proof read.

(Not my GIF)

***

2:45 a.m.

Oh, God did Natasha wish she had thoughts running through her head right now, instead of the deafening static echoing throughout her ears, as her body worked on almost autopilot.

But to be perfectly honest with you. Natasha wished for a hell of a lot of things right now. She wished she had a genie so that she could make more wishes.

She had never been so desperate.

Not when she was younger, trying to get out of the hell that was her childhood.

Not when Clint had been rushed to the hospital, because his father had beat the hell out of him. Which left the, then, purple obsessed teen, deaf in both ears.

Not even when she had been shot in a robbery, and was bleeding out.

But now? Now, she was desperate as she repeatedly pounded on the elevators buttons like that would magically make it go faster. That or it just gave her something to occupy her fuzzy mind, so she wouldn’t lose it. Finally, Fucking finally, the doors opened, and reviled the reception area.

Rushing towards them, she hastily ashed.

“Where is she? Where is she?! Where the fuck is she?!” Natasha knew she didn’t make sense. She had to give them a name. A description. Something more than what she was yelling at them right now. But she just couldn’t manage to get any words, other than these, out of her mouth.

“Hold on, Ma’am. Who are you looking for?” The receptionist asked, trying not to let the anxious waves coming from Natasha affect her.

Huffing out an exasperated breath, Natasha turned and ran down a random hallway, one she guessed would be where they had taken you.

And oh, how she was right.

She just didn’t know if she wanted to be, after finding you in the state that you were.

You were layed on an operation table, nurses and doctors swarming around you. Some prepping you and the room. Others just trying their hardest to keep you stable and alive.

Cuts and scrapes adorned your body. Split lip going as far to your chin, black eyes, a sliced cheek, and a head wound. Blood matting into your hair, and all over your forehead. Your right arm was undoubtedly broken, your shirt was torn, blood seeping from beneath it. Your left leg was bloody and gouged oped in a few long strokes, the jean cut to your mid-thigh, thanks to the doctors cutting it to get to your injuries better- Or at all. All that and glass shards added to the equation, ranging from tiny, to large, penetrated every body part of yours. Natasha couldn't look at a fresh inch of skin without seeing specks of glass embedded into you. And that was just the outside. God only knows what was happening inside of your body.

And Natasha hoped. For one of the first times, in her life, she silently prayed, she prayed that there would be nothing wrong with you inside and that you would make a full and fast recovery. With her by your side.

“What happened to her?” Natasha asked, gaining the medical staff's attention.

“Get her out of here!” One of the doctors, obviously the head surgeon, -the one by your legs- ordered. Pointing in Natasha's direction, before returning their attention back to your unconscious body.

“What?” Natasha whispered. The static in her ears and mind quieting instantly. Now the only thing that could be heard in her ears was the ever slowing heart rate monitors beeps.

The two doctors nearest her made their way over to her hastily. Both of them pushing against Natasha, trying to overpower and restrain her. As she shoved against the men trying to keep her from the room.

“What the hell happened to her?!”

“Ma’am, you need to leave.” One of the doctors, who were stopping her from moving further into the room, tried to reason with her.

“No!” Natasha roared, “Tell me what happened to her!”

Finally barging past the two doctors, she paused in the room, just watching the other doctors work around you.

Natasha couldn’t decide if she was lucky to have had found you. Or if she was so incredibly unlucky to have to see you like this. And for her to know that it was all her fault.

But if the was one thing for sure. Natasha needn't have prayed.

2:30 a.m.

You had been driving for near thirty minutes. Running away from Natasha, and trying to run from the feeling’s swirling around inside of you. You had to get away from it all. No destination. Just escape. But with the tears blurring your vision, and the level of your intoxication. It was lucky you were on the road for so long. No police chasing after you, even with you going twenty over the limit. But your “luck” was soon to run out.

You don’t know what happened. One minute you were driving smoothly, well, as smoothly as you could in your state, but the next you lost control of the car. Steering wheel spinning out of your grip, making the car drift to its side. Before flipping over, again and again.

Once.

Twice.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

Seven times the car flipped, jolting you around inside. Only on the third flip did you hit your head hard against the steering wheel, knocking you out.

When the car finally stopped, landing on its roof, did the repetitive sound of a siren fill the sky. The police were finally after you. And they would bring the ambulance.

They needed to hurry.

Blood poured from a multitude of places upon your body. The car was a state. The windshield and the driver's side glass smashed. Wheels concaved into the mechanics. Dents, scrapes, and cracks adorned the exterior. The hood of the car laid a few meters behind you. But the most worrisome thing was the fact that the engine was beginning to flame.

2:27 a.m.

The vibrating phone on the seat next to you pulled your gaze from the road. Natasha’s call name lit up the screen. That was the nineteenth time she had tried calling you, in the past twenty minutes.

Picking up your phone, you slid the decline button and threw it back on the seat. Frown growing angrier with Natasha, with every second that passes.

You couldn’t believe she would do this to you- that she could do this to you. She had told you many times before that you were the only one for her. The love of her life, she would say. And you, like a fool, believed her.

Was she always lying? Had she done this before? If so, how many times? All these questions, and more, ran through your head. You wished they would shut up, and let you drive far away. Drive until the gas ran out. Or drive until you were ready to go home, where Natasha probably would be, waiting for your return. Looking like a kicked puppy.

Another vibration from your now face down phone, had you groaning. Picking it up once again, you decided to switch it off. Fuck her. She could suffer in silence, for all you cared.

1:54 a.m.

Okay, so maybe this party wasn't so bad. You got to catch up with your friends, which was nice. However, you still wished that your night was spent at home, just you and Natasha, doing whatever you pleased. Not being dragged away from each other as soon as you walked through the door. That was definitely a downside to the party.

Now don’t get me wrong. You didn’t have to be around Natasha all the time. But you had been apart from each other, for the past week or so. So, excuse you if you missed your girlfriend. But, sadly, you had promise’s to uphold, which is why you were here in the first place.

After around an hour and a half o conversing with your friends, you decided you go find Natasha. Maybe even convince her to head home soon, so you could finally spend some alone time together.

You just didn’t expect to see what you did.

There Natasha was, being pressed up against the wall by some random girl, whose tongue was down your girlfriend's throat. That is if you would still call her that, at the end of the night.

“Y/N,” Natasha uttered in a hushed tone, looking like a deer caught in headlights, as she pulled away from the girl, pushing her away slightly, as Natasha kept staring at you. “Y/N, it’s not what you think.”

“Save it, Nat,” you spat, walking from the room.

2:01 a.m.

“Y/N, please!” Natasha called after you, as you bound down the steps, walking towards Natasha’s expensive Chevrolet.

“Piss off, Natasha!”

Thankful that Natasha had given you her car keys to look after for the night, you slid into her Chevy, throwing your phone on the passenger seat.

Natasha banged on the windows, yelling through them, as you started the car, intent on ignoring her.

“Y/N, please get out of the car, you’ve been drinking.”

“Fuck off, Nat. You can make your own way home.”

“Baby, please. It’s not what it looks like,” he begs echoed through the glass, tears begin to well up in her eyes.

“’It’s not what it looks like’?!” you roared, “Really?! Because I’m pretty sure it looked like, some woman had her tongue down your throat!”

With that, you made your speedy exit, not caring as to what else Natasha had to say.

“Y/N!” Natasha called after you, “Y/N!”

11:30 p.m.

“Do we really have to go to this fuckin’ party?”

“Yes, Y/N. We promised Tony, weeks ago that we would. Now, go get dressed,” Natasha chastened.

“I am dressed.” You opened your arms, looking down at your jean and t-shirt set.

“You are not going like that,” Natasha said, gesturing to your outfit.

“Why not? You can’t tell me, Clint isn’t going to the party like this,” you said, knowing full well that Clint was going to rock up into the party, wearing jeans and purple t-shirt.

“At least put on a t-shirt that doesn’t have paint all over it,” Natasha close to whined.

Glancing down again, you finally noticed the different hues of paint, that stained into your t-shirt, from your many decorating expeditions.

“Ohhhhh... yeah, okay.”

“Thank you!” Natasha called to you, as you walked back into the bedroom to get changed.

2:46 a.m.

If the flatline of your heart was to go by, praying was unnecessary for Natasha to have even tried.

The doctors that were now behind her, each grabbed one of her shoulders and threw her from the room. Slamming the door locked behind them.

Natasha would have continued pounding on the wood of the operation door, for far more than two seconds. If it wasn’t for the arms that wrapped around her shoulders, Natasha instantly knowing who they belonged too, let out a sob she didn’t know she needed to release. Turning in her spot, she pushed her face into Clint's neck and cried there.

6:33 a.m.

Well. You felt, like shit. No. In fact. You felt like you had been thrown off a cliff, dragged through a mile of cacti, and then left in some shit. Shit does not come close to how you feel right now.

Fluttering your eyes open, as to protect them from the harsh lights of the hospital room, you then looked at your surroundings.

Medical equipment.

Plain white walls.

More medical equipment.

Natasha.

Now, that. That was shit.

Slumped in an uncomfortable position, on an equally uncomfortable looking chair, was where Natasha slept. God, she looked beautiful, even like this. You hated that you still thought that after last night.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” you groaned out, slowly moving your head to face forward, one so you didn’t have to look at Natasha much longer. And two, to ease the strain, your neck was feeling.

Your words brought Natasha out of dreamland, and into the harsh reality. “Y/N, you’re awake.”

“Yeah, and I asked you a question.”

“You remember,” she said slowly, shoulders slumping.

“Yeah, I remember. What? Hoping I had amnesia or something?”

“No, of course not,” Natasha replied, voice hurt and insulted at the accusation you had made.

“Why are you here, Natasha?” you asked, no longer wanting to fight, like you did mere moments ago. Only growing more and more tyred by the second. All you wanted right now was to go back to sleep.

“Because I love you.” But apparently, you weren’t going to be able too.

“Yeah, you sure seemed to love me last night when you were cheating on me.”

Natasha winced at that, “I didn’t.”

“What? You didn’t cheat on me?! Oh, that's rich, Natasha! I literally saw you-”

“I didn’t kiss her. She kissed me. She was saying all of this stuff about how she was better than you, how I should be with her, and how good she and I would be together. I got really angry and told her to go fuck herself. Then she kissed me. I pushed her away when you came into the room.”

“You didn’t look angry,” you noted, voice small.

“Because you looked so heartbroken, and I knew it was because of me.” Natasha’s sniffling brought you to look back at her saddened face. Only now did you notice her redraw eyes, presumably from crying. Tears welling up in them again. And you knew for a fact, they were burning her.

And in that moment you believed her. Of course, you did. Obviously, she was right. This was your Natasha we’re talking about here. The one who never looked at anyone the same way she did you. The woman who had repeatedly blown off important responsibilities, just because she missed being in your arms. The woman who beyond all else, loved you with all her heart.

“Yeah, well, now my body’s kinda broken not, too.”

“Don’t make me feel worse, please,” Natasha uttered, placing her head in her hand’s. Your bed dipping as she rested her elbows upon the mattress.

Smiling sadly at her, you said, “It’s not your fault, Natasha.” Pulling her hand’s away from her eyes, so she would look at you. Your sad smile turning into a fond one. “I’m the one who drove the car while drunk. Which by the way, I might have destroyed, just a little bit.”

“I don’t care about the Goddamn car.” Natasha shook her head. “As long as your okay, I don’t care about anything else.”

“I love you, Nat. I know you didn’t cheat on me.”

“I love you too, Y/N,” Natasha replied, griping your hand, “Never scare me like that again. You flatlined. I thought I lost you.”

“Well, you didn’t, I’m right here. I’m right here.”

[smoothqueen]

It’s the end of the 2010s Here’s some events i cherish, cry and some I wish I could forget!

2010- The 7.0 Haiti Earthquake caused massive devastation killing over 300,000 people and billions of dollars in damages. Easy A and Zombieland (I know it came out in 2009 but I first saw it in 2010) what a great time to be a Emma Stone fan! Blockbuster files for bankruptcy it was the end of an era for all video stores! The one that was right next to me for years is now a laundromat breaks my heart everytime I drive by there.

2011- The end of the Harry Potter franchise, my childhood heart!!! I think we can all agree after Jack and Jill Adam Sandler stopped trying, such a shame and he made me appreciate golf. Osama Bin Ladin is killed!

2012- The world didn’t end! The Sandy Hook shooting just 11 days before Christmas which over a dozen children and several adults would never get to celebrate with their loved ones again! Gun control has not changed since then, not even Congress was moved by Obama’s pleads and tears!

2013- Frozen breaks Disney records!! No I will not Let It Go! The death of Nelson Mandela. Rick and Morty airs and has taken over adult swim! Attack on Titan airs god I love anime, for awhile I thought wtf some kind of sick twisted version of Jack and the bean stalk?! Teen Titans Go was big a F*** You to my childhood Teen Titans!

2014- We lost an acting legend one who made us laugh and cry for so many years. “Genie, you’re free” We love you Robin Williams! The Ice Bucket Challenge was fun but a total waste of water. Korrasami is canon and breaks boundaries!

2015- Dragon Ball is back i fell in love with Beerus and Whis and I missed Vegeta! Short to say, GT never existed. Same sex marriage is legalized nation wide! A new Star Wars saga begins shouldn’t really be surprised it happens every 10 years or so but hey we finally got a female lead protagonist! I still can’t get Adele’s Hello outta my head and I don’t want to! MK X man I haven’t played an mk game since the second one I think!

2016- Leo DiCaprio wins his very first Oscar for best actor in The Revenant! The Orlando nightclub shooting was an act of hate against the LGBT community! Ugh I’m still disgusted and this an election that tore families apart, Donald Trump is elected President of the US, really hope 2019 will be his last year! The Powerpuff Girls reboot... WWHHHYYYYYY?!?!?! I got my first tattoo!

2017- Hugh Jackman’s last year as Wolverine aka Logan leaves us heartbroken yet honored, as a matter of fact the first time I saw his first X men movie was the first time I used a dvd! Man how time flies! I vow never to work in the fast food industry again! IT is better than the original don’t try to convince me otherwise I loved Tim Curry but the way Bill Skarsgard made the clown interact. That smile and lazy eye movement which were not CGI related, goosebumps for life there! I got another dog!

2018- Marvel’s Spider Man game best one since Spider Man 2! Stephen Hawking and Stan Lee pass away! “Mr. Stark I don’t feel so good”. Spider Man: Into The Spider-Verse. Yup it was hell of a year for Spider Man. Got my second tattoo. Spongebob creator Stephen McDannell Hillenburg passes away. Thank you Stephen for giving us such a loveable annoying relatable cartoon. Retro portable game stations like Atari and PlayStation are released!

2019- The long awaited Frozen 2 breaks records again! Screw that live action cgi emotionless Lion King remake! Yeah as you can tell I’m a big Frozen fan and proud of it! Toy Story 4 another part of my childhood ending. A lot of franchises ending or ended, Game Of Thrones, Star Wars, The Avengers, X Men, The Big Bang Theory, I’m not ready for Modern Family and Attack on Titan to end next year! Joaquin Phoenix’s Joker will go down in Joker history!! DC’s arrowverse Crisis on Infinite Earths is going to be the biggest crossover! Dyed my hair for the first time. Trump impeached!

Short list of what I’m looking forward to next year. The Last Of Us part 2, GTA 6 trailer hopefully, it’s the longest wait we’ve ever had for a new gta game, a new president, Frozen 2 on blu ray and a different position at work.

[kruk-art]

Was wondering if you could do Whis from dragonball super as a magic genie? Try to keep his canon look in mind for the outfit but yeah whatever works for you.

Hope it's him, I don't follow latest series ^^

[aiirn]

。・ SEXUAL PREFERENCES/RECORD゜+.*

bold - strongly applies / loves. italic - somewhat applies / likes. left blank - uncertain / no opinion. crossed out - doesn’t apply / hard no.

✧ SUBJECT APPARENT AGE:

18-21 | 22-25 | 26-29 | 30-33 | 34-37 | 38-41 | 42-45 | 46-49 | 50+   ( His answer always changes, hm. )

✧ SUBJECT GENDER IDENTITY:

cisgender male | cisgender female | transgender male | transgender female | non-binary (agender) | non-binary (genderqueer) | non-binary (genderfluid)| non-binary (demiboy) | non-binary (demigirl) | questioning their gender

✧ SUBJECT SPECIES:

human | mutant (or metahuman) | half-blood (or being with mixed heritage species-wise) | divinity | demigod | magic user | angel | demon | jinn (aka djinn, or genie) | monster | cryptid | ghost | vampire | zombie | lycanthrope | tauren | kemonomimi (aka would appear entirely human if not for their animal ears & tail)| dragon | kitsune | merfolk | fae | elf | dwarf | orc | satyr | centaur | naga | alien | robot | anthro character | felicidae

✧ SUBJECT ORIENTATION:

(sexual)

identifies as heterosexual | identifies as homosexual | identifies as bisexual | identifies as pansexual | identifies as demisexual | identifies as asexual | questioning their sexual orientation

(romantic)

identifies as heteroromantic | identifies as homoromantic | identifies as biromantic | identifies as panromantic | identifies as demiromantic | identifies as aromantic | questioning their romantic orientation

✧ POTENTIAL SEX PARTNERS:

(species)

humans | mutants (or metahumans) | half-bloods (or beings with mixed heritage species-wise) | divinities | demigods | magic users | angels | demons | jinn (aka djinn, or genies) | monsters | cryptids | ghosts | vampires | zombies | lycanthropes | tauren | kemonomimi (aka characters that would appear entirely human if not for their animal ears & tail) | dragons | kitsunes | merfolk | fae | elves | dwarves | orcs | satyrs | centaurs | aliens | robots | anthro characters

( He’s not REALLY picky since he’s the adventurous type. )

(types)

has a thing for morons | has a thing for intellectuals | has a thing for scientists | has a thing for inventors | has a thing for artists | has a thing for musicians | has a thing for dancers | has a thing for chefs | has a thing for doctors | has a thing for nurses | has a thing for teachers | has a thing for fashionistas | has a thing for tomboys | has a thing for masculinity in a partner | has a thing for femininity in a partner | has a thing for androgyny in a partner | has a thing for chub on their partner | has a thing for curvy partners | has a thing for muscular partners | has a thing for slender partners | has a thing for grotesque partners | has a thing for athletes | has a thing for cheerleaders | has a thing for the girl-next-door / boy-next-door | has a thing for bad boys /bad girls | has a thing for heroes | has a thing for villains | has a thing for the rich & powerful | has a thing for police officers | has a thing for firefighters | has a thing for lawyers | has a thing for daddies | has a thing for dominatrixes | has a thing for bratty subs | has a thing for power bottoms | has a thing for twinks | has a thing for bears (as in: large, hairy men — not the animal)

✧ SUBJECT INCLINATIONS/HABITS:

is submissive | is dominant | prefers to top | prefers to bottom | likes to switch | enjoys sex with men | enjoys sex with women | enjoys sex with nonbinary people | enjoys sex with multiple people at one time | enjoys sex with humans | enjoys sex with nonhuman beings | initiates | waits for partner to initiate | spits | swallows | prefers sex in the morning | prefers sex at night | prefers sex any time | no sex drive | low sex drive | average sex drive | high sex drive | hypersexual

✧ SUBJECT BODY/APPEARANCE:

(looks)

is bald | has short hair | has medium-length hair | has long hair | has Rapunzel-length hair | has straight hair | has wavy hair | has curly hair | has kinky hair | has black hair | has brown hair | has fair hair | has red hair | has silver hair | has white hair | has grey hair | has (natural) pink hair | has natural (purple) hair | has (natural) blue hair | has (natural) green hair | has ombre hair | has dyed hair | has thick hair | has thin hair | has neatly-groomed hair | has unruly hair | has shiny hair | has greasy hair | has dull hair | has damaged hair | typically has hair up | typically has hair down | has eyes so dark, that they appear black | has brown eyes | has blue eyes | has blue-grey eyes | has blue-green eyes | has hazel eyes | has amber eyes | has grey eyes | has green eyes | has purple eyes | has red eyes | has heterochromia (or different-colored eyes) | has eyes that change color | has oval face | has round face | has heart-shaped face | has square face | has oblong face | has diamond-shaped face | has fair skin | has beige skin | has peachy skin | has tanned skin | has olive skin | has dark skin | has skin of an unusual or unnatural color (by human standards) | cool skin undertones | neutral skin undertones | warm skin undertones | has smooth skin| has oily skin | has dry skin | has sensitive skin | has fangs (or sharp teeth) | has piercings (ears) | has piercings (brow) | has piercings (nose) | has piercings (lip)| has piercings (tongue) | wears makeup

(height)

4'11" and shorter | 5'0"-5'4" | 5'5"-5'8“ | 5'9”-6'0" | 6'1"-6'4" | 6'5"-6'8" | 6'9" and taller

(body)

can shapeshift | disguises true form with glamour | has had plastic surgery | small frame | medium frame | large frame | skinny build | lanky build | lithe build| athletic build | muscular build | curvy build | voluptuous build | plump build | stout build | has wings | has birthmark | has scars | has burns | has stretchmarks | has tattoos | has piercings (nipples) | has piercings (naval) | shaves | waxes | trims | goes au naturale | has soft breasts | has heavy breasts| has round breasts | has pointy breasts | has multiple breasts | cup size a-c | cup size d-f | has wide hips | has narrow hips | has multi-genitalia | has thick length | has average length | has thin length | has uncut length | has cut length |has knotted length | has barbed length | 1-5" in length | 6-9" in length | 10" or over in length | has large balls | has medium-sized balls | has small balls | has slender thighs | has thick thighs | has toned thighs | has muscular thighs | has flat butt | has flabby butt | has thick butt | has toned butt | has muscular butt | has round butt | has square-shaped butt | has heart-shaped butt | has short legs | has long legs | has fish tail

(wardrobe)

wears jewelry | wears revealing clothing | wears form-fitting clothing | wears hot pants | wears mini-skirts | wears leather | wears spandex | wears latex & rubber | wears sexy costumes | wears stockings | wears fishnets | wears suits & tuxes | wears slinky dresses | wears opera gloves | wears heels | wears boots | wears flats | wears sandals | goes barefoot | goes ‘commando’ | wears boxers | wears briefs | wears boxer-briefs | wears boyshorts | wears panties | wears thongs | wears edible underwear | wears lingerie | wears corset | wears nightgowns |sleeps naked

✧ SUBJECT SOUNDS/NOISES:

has husky voice | has silvery voice | has honeyed voice | has gruff voice | has grating voice | has nasal voice | has loud/booming voice | has soft voice | has flat/monotonous voice | has croaky voice | has shrill voice | is silent/makes little to no sounds | is very quiet | is very loud | grows in volume over time | bites hand/partner/pillow to muffle themselves | calls out partner’s name | curses | fakes/exaggerates | prefers a quiet partner | prefers a loud partner | is turned on by dirty talk | is turned off by dirty talk

✧ POTENTIAL LOCATIONS/PLACES:

in a bedroom | in a shower / bath | in a pool / ocean | in a lake / river | in a hot tub | in a kitchen | in a bathroom (home) | in a bathroom (public) | in a car | in a tent | in an alleyway | in a field / forest | at a school |in an empty / abandoned building | in a library | on a rooftop / terrace | in a dressing room | in an elevator| in a parking lot | at a museum | at a cemetery | at a beach | in a closet | at a hospital | in an office | in a locker room | in a laboratory | in a BDSM dungeon

♢ SUBJECT EXPERIENCE:

(firsts)

has had first crush | has gone on first date | has had first love | has had first heartache | has held hands with crush or partner for the first time | has cuddled with crush or partner for the first time | has had first kiss | has had first make-out session | has had first time | has been someone else’s first crush | has been someone else’s first love | has been someone else’s first kiss | has been someone else’s first time

(love life)

is single & happy | is single & lonely | is playing the field | is dating someone | is engaged | is married to one person| is married to more than one person | is in an open relationship | is in a polyamorous relationship | is (amicably) divorced| is divorced & heartbroken | is divorced & bitter | has been remarried | has been widowed | has been dumped | has dumped someone | has been ghosted | has ghosted someone | has fallen for someone who didn’t return their feelings | has had to reject someone whom they did not have feelings for | has signed up for a dating app or website | has gone on a blind date | has gone on an awful date | has gone on a so-so date | has gone on a great date

(offspring)

is fertile | is extremely fertile | is infertile | wants to have children because they love kids | wants to have children solely because they need an heir or want someone to carry on their legacy | unsure if they want to have children or not | doesn’t want to have children | gushes over cute babies | has had a kid (or more) | has had a grandkid (or more) | has forged a close bond with their child (or children) | has forged a close bond with their grandchild (or grandchildren) | has a distant relationship with their child (or children) | has a distant relationship with their grandchild (or grandchildren)

(attractions)

has fantasized about someone | has found a stranger attractive | has found a famous person attractive | has found a superhero attractive | has found a friend attractive | has found a neighbor attractive | has found a total DILF or MILF attractive | has found a coworker or teammate attractive | has found a boss or superior attractive | has found a rival attractive | has found an enemy attractive

(sex life)

has had a fuck-buddy | has had a sugar daddy or sugar mama | has been a sugar daddy or sugar mama | has had a quickie | has had a threesome | has participated in an orgy | has participated in a gangbang | has had vanilla sex | has had rough sex | has had incorporated BDSM elements during sex | has had incorporated roleplay elements during sex | has sent nudes | has received nudes | has had phone sex | has had public sex | has had sex while drunk | has had sex while high | has had sex that they regret | has had sex that they will never forget | has had sex with somebody that they fell in love with | has had sex with a friend | has had hate sex | has had a one-night stand | has had sex with their neighbor | has had sex with a total DILF or MILF | has had sex with a coworker or teammate | has had sex with their boss or superior | has had sex with somebody older than them (with both consenting parties being 18+) | has had sex with somebody younger than them (with both consenting parties being 18+) ( he’s immortal so yeah. ) | has been to a strip club | has been to a gay bar | has been to a brothel | has been to a nudist beach | has been to an onsen (or natural hot spring) | has been to a bathhouse | has gone skinny-dipping | has gone streaking | has played 7 minutes in heaven or spin the bottle, or a raunchy game of truth or dare

✧ TURN-ONS/KINKS:

(#-L)

3+ penetration | affection | aftercare | anal fisting | aphrodisiacs | being begged | being bitten/marked | being called ‘daddy’ | being called ‘mommy’ | being choked | being degraded | being fingered | being handcuffed | being humiliated | being pegged | being rimmed | being scratched | being spanked | being teased | being tickled | being tied up | being watched (by their partner) | being watched (by a third party) | being whipped | being worshiped | begging | blindfolding | being blindfolded | bimbofication | biting/marking | blood play | body hair | breast play | breeding / impregnation | bukkake | calling their partner ‘daddy’ | calling their partner ‘mommy’ | casual nudity | choking | clit play | clothed sex | creampie | crossdressing | crying | corruption | cuddling | degrading | dirty talk | discipline / reinforcement | double penetration | ear play | exhibitionism | face-fucking | face-slapping | face-sitting | facial hair / beards| fangs / sharp teeth | fat play | fear | felching | femdom | fingering | food & drink play | footjobs | frotting | gags | giving anal | giving oral | giving praise | giving vaginal | glasses | gore | gun play | handcuffing | handjobs | having their face fucked | having their face slapped | having their face sat on | having their hair pulled | having their hands pinned | having toys used on them | humiliating their partner | humor | ice play | immobilization (heavy bondage) | infantilism | intelligence | intercrural sex | knife play | knotting / tying | large breasts | large cocks | latex / rubber | leash & collar | leather | licking | lingerie

(M-Z)

massages | master / pet | masturbation | muscles | navel play | nipple clamps | noticable height difference (1-3 feet) | noticable height difference (micro / macro) | orgasm control / denial | pegging | photography / videotaping | piercings | pinning their partner’s hands | powerbottoming | pregnancy | prostate play | pulling their partner’s hair | receiving anal | receiving oral | receiving praise | receiving vaginal | rimming | roleplay | romance | roughness | sadomasochism | scat | scratching | sexual frustration | sexy clothing | singing / voice | small breasts | small cocks | small dom / big sub | snowballing | spanking | sparring / wrestling | soft cum facials | sounding | stockings | striptease |suspension bondage | tattoos / body art | teasing | tentacles | tickling | tit-fucking | tribadism / scissoring | tying their partner up | uniforms | using toys on their partner | vaginal fisting | vanilla sex | voluptuousness| vore | voyeurism | wardrobe malfunctions | watching their partner | watersports | wax play | whipping | wings | worshiping their partner

TAGGED BY. @foxxheat

[libidomechanica]

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[autolovecraft]

Their deeds I recall not, move forms not meant to be beheld.

These beings of yesterday were called Man.

At the very bottom of the little apes, while in and out of deep treasure-vaults writhe poison serpents and scaly things without a name. Their aspect I recall dimly, it was like to that of the little apes, while in and out of deep treasure-vaults writhe poison serpents and scaly things without a name. At the very bottom of the past, but I too am old. The Genie that haunts the moonbeams spake to the thin horned moon, and heaving up marble pavements laid by forgotten hands.

In. Rank is the herbage on each slope, where evil vines and creeping plants crawl amidst the stones which sleep beneath coverlets of dank moss, and the Daemon of the valley lies the river Than, not to be understood.

Rank is the herbage on each slope, where evil vines and creeping plants crawl amidst the stones of ruined palaces, twining tightly about broken columns and strange monoliths, and forget much. The Genie that haunts the moonbeams spake to the thin horned moon, and heaving up marble pavements laid by forgotten hands. And within the depths of the past, but I too am old. These beings of yesterday were called Man. Vast are the stones of ruined palaces, twining tightly about broken columns and strange monoliths, and in sooth they yet serve nobly, for they were but of the Valley, saying, I am Memory, and to subterranean grottoes it flows, so that the Daemon of the river Than, whose waters are slimy and filled with weeds. For all time did their builders erect them, and heaving up marble pavements laid by forgotten hands.

From hidden springs it rises, and heaving up marble pavements laid by forgotten hands. Tell me the deeds and aspect and name of them who built these things of Stone. Vast are the stones of ruined palaces, twining tightly about broken columns and strange monoliths, and the Daemon of the valley lies the river Than, whose waters are red, nor whither they are bound. And within the depths of the valley of Nis the accursed waning moon shines thinly, tearing a path for its light with feeble horns through the lethal foliage of a great upas-tree. These beings of yesterday were called Man. Rank is the herbage on each slope, where the light reaches not, for it rhymed with that of the little apes, while in and out of deep treasure-vaults writhe poison serpents and scaly things without a name. For all time did their builders erect them, and heaving up marble pavements laid by forgotten hands. Tell me the deeds and aspect and name of them who built these things of Stone. Vast are the stones of ruined palaces, twining tightly about broken columns and strange monoliths, and mighty were the walls from which they fell. So the Genie flew back to the Daemon looked intently at a little ape in a tree that grew in a crumbling courtyard.

At the very bottom of the moment. So the Genie flew back to the Daemon of the Valley knows not why its waters are slimy and filled with weeds. At the very bottom of the moment. So the Genie flew back to the Daemon replied, I am old, and mighty were the walls from which they fell. The Genie that haunts the moonbeams spake to the thin horned moon, and mighty were the walls from which they fell. Vast are the stones of ruined palaces, twining tightly about broken columns and strange monoliths, and forget much.

And in trees that grow gigantic in crumbling courtyards leap little apes in the trees. These beings were like the waters of the Valley knows not why its waters are red, nor whither they are bound. The Genie that haunts the moonbeams spake to the thin horned moon, and in sooth they yet serve nobly, for it rhymed with that of the Valley, saying, I am old. Their aspect I recall clearly, for beneath them the gray toad makes his habitation. So the Genie flew back to the Daemon replied, I am old. For all time did their builders erect them, and forget much. And within the depths of the Valley knows not why its waters are red, nor whither they are bound. The Genie that haunts the moonbeams spake to the thin horned moon, and heaving up marble pavements laid by forgotten hands. Tell me the deeds and aspect and name of them who built these things of Stone.

And in trees that grow gigantic in crumbling courtyards leap little apes, while in and out of deep treasure-vaults writhe poison serpents and scaly things without a name. From hidden springs it rises, and forget much. Vast are the stones of ruined palaces, twining tightly about broken columns and strange monoliths, and to subterranean grottoes it flows, so that the Daemon looked intently at a little ape in a crumbling courtyard. In. For all time did their builders erect them, and in sooth they yet serve nobly, for beneath them the gray toad makes his habitation.

Vast are the stones of ruined palaces, twining tightly about broken columns and strange monoliths, and to subterranean grottoes it flows, so that the Daemon replied, I am Memory, and am wise in lore of the past, but I too am old, and heaving up marble pavements laid by forgotten hands. At the very bottom of the little apes in the trees. These beings of yesterday were called Man. And the Daemon of the river Than, whose waters are red, nor whither they are bound. Rank is the herbage on each slope, where the light reaches not, for it rhymed with that of the river. For all time did their builders erect them, and to subterranean grottoes it flows, so that the Daemon looked intently at a little ape in a crumbling courtyard. The Genie that haunts the moonbeams spake to the Daemon looked intently at a little ape in a crumbling courtyard. Tell me the deeds and aspect and name of them who built these things of Stone. The Genie that haunts the moonbeams spake to the Daemon of the Valley knows not why its waters are red, nor whither they are bound. Rank is the herbage on each slope, where evil vines and creeping plants crawl amidst the stones which sleep beneath coverlets of dank moss, and mighty were the walls from which they fell. Rank is the herbage on each slope, where the light reaches not, move forms not meant to be understood. Rank is the herbage on each slope, where the light reaches not, for beneath them the gray toad makes his habitation. From hidden springs it rises, and the Daemon replied, I am old, and heaving up marble pavements laid by forgotten hands.

For all time did their builders erect them, and mighty were the walls from which they fell.

And in trees that grow gigantic in crumbling courtyards leap little apes in the trees. The Genie that haunts the moonbeams spake to the thin horned moon, and heaving up marble pavements laid by forgotten hands. From hidden springs it rises, and the Daemon replied, I am Memory, and mighty were the walls from which they fell.

The Genie that haunts the moonbeams spake to the thin horned moon, and the Daemon replied, I am old, and am wise in lore of the valley lies the river Than, not to be understood. At the very bottom of the river Than, whose waters are red, nor whither they are bound.

And within the depths of the moment.

Tell me the deeds and aspect and name of them who built these things of Stone.

Tell me the deeds and aspect and name of them who built these things of Stone. So the Genie flew back to the thin horned moon, and mighty were the walls from which they fell.

At the very bottom of the valley, where the light reaches not, for they were but of the Valley knows not why its waters are slimy and filled with weeds.

[kaialone]

Yokai Watch Wibble Wobble Translation

(Masterpost for my Yokai Watch translations can be found here)

This might be considered spoilers if you don’t want to know about events in the Japanese version of Wibble Wobble, which could potentially arrive to the English version one day, so proceed with caution.

In the Japanese version of Wibble Wobble, Puni Puni, there is currently a Christmas Event going on. In this event, the next of the Goku Yokai, Goku Fubuki-hime, makes her debut.

From what I understand, she will occasionally “invade” the Ohajiki Battles (which I believe are called Slingshot Battles in the English localization), and if you win against her enough times, you can befriend her.

Like before, I will translate text and scenes related to her.

Bolded is the original Japanese; for reference and in case someone who is better at Japanese than I reads this, and feels like correcting something.

Bolded and italicized is my translation.

(Number) Indicates I got a specific comment to make on that part in the translation notes.

Please keep in mind that I’m a beginner when it comes to Japanese, so it’s possible that I make mistakes, too.

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Event Intro:

Whisper: 町はすっかり クリスマスムードですね〜。 The town sure is in a total christmas mood~

Whisper: 今年のサンタ当番は… え〜っと… The one to be on Santa duty this year will be... Let's see...

Kirakoma Santa: やあ！ 今年はオレの 出番だな！ Hey there! This year, it's my turn!

Whisper: スーパースターのキラコマが サンタですか！ Oh, so the super star Kirakoma will be Santa!

Kirakoma Santa: キラッとひかるプレセントを みんなに おとどけするぜ！ I'll deliver glittering gifts to everyone!

Whisper: それでプレセントを じゅんびしましょうか。 Then let's prepare the presents, shall we?

Whisper: この町にいる ふくろじじいをみつけて Let's find Fukuro-jijī in this town, ... (1)

Whisper: おはじきバトルで 勝利するでうぃす♪ ...and beat him in an Ohajiki Battle, whis ♪

???: キャハ！なんだか楽しそうと してるじゃな〜い？ Kyaha! You're up to something fun, aren't you?

Rinne: フフ… そのようですね。 Hehe... It seems that way.

Kirakoma Santa: だれだ！？ Who are you!?

???: ねぇ 輪廻さまぁ？ Hey, Master Rinne?

???: こいつら氷づけに しゃってもい〜い？ Can I ice those guys?

Rinne: もちろん かまいませんよ 極ふぶき姫。 Of course I do not mind, Goku Fubuki-hime.

Rinne: そのために あなたを つれてきたのですから。 Since that is precisely why I brought you here.

Goku Fubuki-hime: キャハハ！ やったぁ〜！ Kyahaha! Woo hoo!

Goku Fubuki-hime: こどもたちのため…なんて アタシ大っきらい！ For the sake of the children... Just kidding, I hate them!

Goku Fubuki-hime: アタシが せんぶ凍らせてあげる！ I'll freeze everything!

Rinne: フフフ… この町まるごと 氷づけにしたら Hehehe... I cannot wait to see the Great King Enma's face, ...

Rinne: エンマ大王が どんな顔をするか楽しみですね。 ...once this town has been iced.

Whisper: なんと！ 極妖怪の 極ふぶき姫があらわれました！ What's this! The Goku Yōkai Goku Fubuki-hime has appeared!

Whisper: おはじきバトルに乱入してくる 極ふぶき姫を倒しましょう！ Let's defeat Goku Fubuki-hime when she breaks into the Ohajiki Battle!

Note:

Fukuro-jijī is known as Ol’ Fortune in English.

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Goku Fubuki-hime Introduction Movie:

極ふぶき姫 Goku Fubuki-hime

全てを凍てつかせる氷の華 The Flower of Ice that Freezes All

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Goku Fubuki-hime Appears (First Time):

Goku Fubuki-hime: みぃ〜つけた！ Fooouund you!

Goku Fubuki-hime: こそこそ隠れてもムダよ！ キャハハハ！ Sneaking about won't save you! Kyahahaha!

Whisper: ひぃ！ 極ふぶき姫があらわれました！ Eek! Goku Fubuki-hime has appeared!

Whisper: 勝てば すごく良いごほうびが もらえそうな気がします！ You can probably get a very nice reward if you beat her!

Whisper: おともだちと協力して 勝利しましょう！ Let's work together with your friends, and defeat her!

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Beating Goku Fubuki-hime:

Goku Fubuki-hime: キー！むかつく！ Eee! You're making me mad!

Goku Fubuki-hime: なんなのよ！ アンタたち！ つぎは 負けないんだから！ What the heck!? You! Next time, I won't lose!

Whisper: ふぅ〜 なんとか倒せましたが まだまだ終わりじゃありません！ Phew... We managed to beat her somehow, but this is not over!

Whisper: ふくろじじいを おはじきで倒していれば If we beat Fukuro-jijī in a Ohajiki Battle...

Whisper: また 極ふぶき姫が あらわれるかもしれません！ ...Goku Fubuki-hime might appear again!

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Goku Fubuki-hime Appears

(I believe this is second time and onwards):

Goku Fubuki-hime: もう頭にきた！ ここからは本気でいくわよ！ I am SO mad! I'm gonna be serious now!

Goku Fubuki-hime: ぜーったい アンタたちを 氷づけにしてやるんだから！ I'm totally going to ice you!

Goku Fubuki-hime: キャハハハハ！ Kyahahahaha!

Whisper: でえええええ！ Ahhhhhh!

Whisper: 極ふぶき姫が 本気を出してきたようです！ It seems Goku Fubuki-hime is going to get serious!

Whisper: キラコマサンタやふぶきちゃん�� 使ったり… Let's defeat her, by using Kirakoma Santa and Fubuki-chan...

Whisper: 全力バトルを使ったりして 勝利しましょう！ ... and making use of our full power!

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Befriending Goku Fubuki-hime:

ここは 前のところより This place is a bit...

少しは涼しいかしら？ クフフ…。 ...colder than before, no? Kehehe...

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Goku Fubuki-hime Bio:

雪の魔神をしたがえた美女。 魔神の力を解放して すべてを凍らせてしまう。 魔神を見つめる目は どこか悲しげだ…。 A beautiful woman, accompanied by a majin of snow. (1) Unleashing the power of the majin, she will freeze everything. Glancing at the majin, there seems to be something sad about those eyes...

Note:

There is many different ways 魔神/majin can be translated. It can be something like “evil spirit”, “magic spirit”, or even “demon god”, but it’s also sometimes used for other things, like a Japanese translation of the word “genie”.

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Like with Goku Orochi, there is a gallery of pictures describing details of Goku Fubuki-hime’s past that can be unlocked by befriending her and levelling her up.

So, in case you consider this too much of a spoiler, since it’s unlockable content, proceed with caution.

(pictures taken from here.)

氷華乱舞 Wild Ice Flower Dance

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姉弟は 互いに助け合い 仲むつまじく 暮らしていた A sister and brother were living together happily helping one another.

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強すぎる妖気を もって生まれた 弟は The younger brother, born with yōki that was too powerful, (1)

人間たちを 凍らせてしまったため 封印された froze humans, and was sealed away for that.

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弟戻すためなら 手段を選ばない Stopping at nothing to return her brother to normal,

その笑みには 覚悟と狂気が宿る her smile bears her resolution and her madness.

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Note:

Yōki basically is “yōkai ki” or “yōkai energy”, and it’s a term used in the Japanese versions of the games

[flyingangelofblueislands]

Better Late, Than Never pt 1.

NU’EST JR (Kim Jonghyun)

Bias X Reader

Genre: Short and sweet fluff (this is just for me to get back in the waters. So to speak)

You sat at your living room table, leaned forward onto your arms almost dozing off. Your boyfriend was an hour late again. You didn’t want to give up going out and spending time with him whenever he finally did show up, but you also didn’t want to keep letting your feelings pile up into a bitter mass of bile. You could feel your annoyance swell in your stomach. Disrupting your early dinner that you rushed through so you could get ready in time for your supposed date. You slammed your hands on the table. You were officially pissed. You weren’t going to let him get away with this, this time. Your mother came out from the guest room of your apartment. She had spontaneously come to spend some time with you on her vacation. This wasn’t exactly how you were hoping she would finally meet the infamous Jonghyun that you wouldn’t stop gushing about. You had only ever told your mother good things because, well, she was your mother, and you didn’t want her getting the wrong impression of him. However, today, you felt threatened to let the cat out of the bag. You needed to at least vent with someone. “Y/N. What was that noise?” Your mother questioned with a slightly furrowed brow. “Me hitting the table.” You stated flatly as you stretched backwards and laid on your back. You mother’s face formed into a slideshow of questions you knew she was going to rattle off at you, all in a row. “What are you doing, why are you laying down like that? What time Jonghyun supposed to be here?” For a split second, you thought to lie and push the time back. “An hour from now.” So you lied. Whatever. You’d handle your relationship yourself. “Oh, okay. I hope I actually get to see him before you guys go out, but I’m getting so tired-It’s already 10 o’clock-What time will you be back?” You internally screamed. Your eyes widened trying to cherry pick which answers you would give and questions you would try to cleverly evade. Then the doorbell rang. You leapt out of your sprawled position on the floor and hurriedly told your mother you’d get the door. Your mother eyed you knowingly and took a seat at your small dining table, and opened an errant book nonchalantly. Your eyebrows raised slightly at her posturing. “Mom.” “Hm?” “What are you doing?” “Why don’t you just worry about getting the door? You’ve waited for the bell to ring for long enough…” You froze a bit at her last comment and bounced around the idea that you hadn’t fooled your mother at all. You got a bit nervous thinking that she would see Jonghyun unfavorably if it was really the case. As you opened the door, you told yourself to be normal until you got out of your mother’s sight. The opened door, revealed a smiling Jonghyun. His eyes earnest and his hands full. You were a bit surprised. “What is all this?” “It’s for your mom.” He said in a quiet tone. Looking past you, he spoke a bit louder and smiled cheerfully. “Hello, Mom!” Your mother picked her head up from fake reading her random book like she hadn’t heard everything sitting a mere few feet from the front door anyway. “Oh hello! Come in, come in! Don’t just stand there like that!- Y/N let him in!” She got up and gestured as she walked closer. Jonghyun came inside, and you took the things from his hands. As you touched hands slightly you noticed his palms were sweaty. “I don’t remember telling you my mom was here though?” You absent-mindedly spoke aloud. Jonghyun was in the midst of being seated at the dining table by motherly force. As your mother went towards the kitchen, she called back, “Would you like something to drink, Jonghyun?” “Oh, um, anything is fine, Mom, thank you!” He answered back politely, then turned towards you and gestured for you to approach him quickly. You shuffled over pretty quickly, curious of what he wanted. He tugged you down by your waist and you fell into his lap. Jonghyun smiled lovingly at you, his gaze mixed with want and worry. “Hi.” He carefully spoke. You felt butterflies in your stomach whenever he used that subdued tone with you. “Hi.” “Are you very mad?” For a split second, you wanted to lie and say yes. So he wouldn’t think you so easily won over. “Yes.” So you lied. Whatever. You wouldn’t be too hard on him. His face frowned a little in disappointment. “And to make matters worse.” You continued in feign temper, “I’m holding an arm full of goodies and none of them have my name on them?” You heard your mother coming back out of the kitchen and slid off Jonghyun’s lap and into the chair next to him. “What is all that in your arms Y/N?” Your mother asked as she placed a cup of tea in front of Jonghyun and sat in the other chair across from you both. Jonghyun took a sip out of appreciation for your mother bringing the cup to him before putting it carefully to the side to bring the gifts closer to himself. “Well. I was just about to explain that to Y/N. These are for you. We were talking on the phone this afternoon and she mentioned that she was tired from clearing out the guest room this morning to make room for your stay. So, after work, I stopped by a few shops that were still open and got you something—it’s just something small…” “How thoughtful!” Your mother accepted the gifts with a wide smile and began to unpackaged them from their miscellaneous bags. After getting up to hug Jonghyun, she gathered her gifts and stood again. Jonghyun remained standing and helping her pack up her gifts from the dining table. “Well. I’m glad I stayed up a little later than usual! I would’ve missed you!” She directed at Jonghyun. You side-eyed your mother’s bubbly sentiments, although you were glad he had made a good enough impression on her. However, only time would really tell how she actually felt about him. “Ooookay.” You said slowly as you stood up, having enough of the situation. “We’re going to head out now then.” Jonghyun didn’t move until you mother made a move towards the guest room with all her things. After she sad goodnight and closed the door, Jonghyun exhaled silently but heavily and almost lost all feelings in his legs. You caught him by his elbow, buckling under his weight a bit. You wanted to laugh. “What’s wrong with you?” “Your mom makes me so nervous!” He whispered. You let go of his arm and smiled as you rolled your eyes. You both headed towards the door, and as you put on your jacket, he spoke again, “Do you think she liked me?” “I don’t know yet.” You answered matter-of-factly. He balked. “What? Why?” “My mother is a woman of many mysteries.” You said rather whimsically. But it was the truth. You looked into Jonghyun’s face. It looked like your statement was tormenting him. You smiled a bit. Good. “Why are you always so late?” You finally asked, as you let him exit your apartment first, before locking the door behind you both. You started out to his car. “I had to stop and get your mother’s gifts….” He replied innocently. You waved your hand in the air to cut the statement short. “But that’s just today. You’re always late. Or canceling on me after making me wait! I’m always sitting around waiting for hours and hours until you decide to show up if at all! It’s like you have no respect for our time together or even my time in general! I put things aside to make time for us, don’t you know? It’s not like I have nothing else to do! I just prioritize my time with you above some things…It just…It just feels like…I’m at the bottom of your ‘to-do list’ or something…it makes me feel like I might as well just date myself. Like what even is the point of all this if I only end up alone every time we’re supposed to be together?” It all came tumbling out of your mouth faster and easier than you expected. Jonghyun stopped walking and reached out to hold your arm and stop you from walking as well. You turned to face him. Still scrunched in the face from being genuinely upset. Jonghyun reached over and held your chin. Without saying a word, he just held your face and looked at you. You looked down, a bit overwhelmed at the sudden intense eye contact. “Look at me.” He commanded in a firm but tender tone. You raised your eyes again to look into his. “Do you really feel like I don’t appreciate your time?” You nodded. It was the truth. No matter how it came out. Jonghyun’s mouth twisted quickly in contemplation before he spoke again. He dropped his hand from your face. You immediately missed the feeling. “Tonight, I’ll show you how much I appreciate you. And I promise I’ll never be late again.” “Don’t promise the impossible. People are late sometimes.” You mumbled and began walking again. Jonghyun came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders. “Well then, I’ll be better about being late. I’ll call at least. And every time I’m late, I have to become a request genie.” He smirked against the side of your face as he spoke into your ear. You walked along, him straddling behind you for a bit longer before releasing you to put an arm around your shoulders from the side. You hooked your arm around his waist. “Seriously? You mean it? You’ll do whatever I ask?” Jonghyun nodded confidently. “Oh. You’re gonna be in so much trouble.” You laughed, thoroughly amused at the prospect of it.  Jonghyun smirked. “Not really. I just have to make sure I’m not late anymore.” You pinched his side. Then you had an idea. “Shouldn’t it start tonight?” “Why?” Jonghyun almost pouted, but pulled himself together. You smiled. “Because you were late. It was your idea. You won’t do it now?” “Okay. Okay.” Jonghyun stopped walking with you and stood back holding his hands in front of his body. His face looking like it was just waiting for you to request something ridiculous or embarrassing. “What would you like me to do, Young Master?” He asked. You smiled slyly and paused before answering to create tension. Once you saw his resolve slip in the form of him partly whining at you to hurry up, you consented. “Alright, alright. I want you…to act cute and tell me-in a cute voice-that you’re sorry and you won’t be so late anymore.” “Oh, come on!” “Be cute! Do it! And be really cute-like all the way through- no stopping and being embarrassed!” “I can’t be embarrassed?!” Jonghyun laughed disbelievingly, his jaw almost agape. “There’s no time for embarrassment! You wasted all the time allotted for being embarrassed when you came an hour late!” “Fine...” He took a deep breath. “Oh. Here it comes.” You commented automatically like an announcer/audience. He swung one leg in front of the other and rocked back and forth on them both while holding his arms in front of his body. Then he burst into laughter, falling into a squat and covering his face. “I said no being embarrassed!” You shouted, jumping up and down on both feet. “Get up!” “Why are you doing this to me!” He half-whined, half laughed while covering his face. “Did you see the look on that woman’s face as she walked passed us?” “No.” You shrugged. “And you shouldn’t’ve either. Worry about my face. You should only be looking at me anyway.” You answered flippantly joking. Jonghyun uncovered his face and looked up at you. “I’m always only looking at you. You’re all I see…” He said seriously before standing up and flying into a semi-fit, “But you should’ve seen her face! She made a sound! Like she was smelling something horrible!” “Come on~~” You moved your hands as if to say ‘stop wasting time’. Jonghyun got back into position. “If you stop again, I’m gonna make you sing a ballad to me in the restaurant.” Jonghyun rocked back and forth on his legs and then suddenly cupped his own face in both hands. Puffing his cheeks, he spoke through pursed lips, “Jonghyunnie flower has bloomed late! You waited too long right? I’m sorry I’m late! I won’t be late again!” His petal-playing hands flew from his face and into the shape of two tiny hearts with each forefinger and thumb and he poked out his bottom lip, simultaneously. “Will you still have me?” You beamed at him and walked up to him, cupping his face in your hands. “Yes I will still have you Jonghyunnie flower. My pretty, pretty flower.” You giggled. He exhaled in relief that his task was finally over and held your hands in place, on his face. His face lost all its playful exhaustion, and got serious again. He searched your gaze for your true feelings, as he always did. When he saw the amount of love still sitting there, he sighed again. “I’ll do better. I really promise you that. Just stay by my side. I know I’m not the best. But I’ll try to be so much better for you. I can’t imagine my life without you now that you’re in it….”He paused, hesitant to ask his next question, but eventually decided to anyway,” Do you….have you…already imagined yours without me?” For a split second, you wanted to say you had thought about life without him. So he could feel a bit of sting. A bit of rejection that you felt every time he had spoiled an evening with his lateness and no-shows. Even if you couldn’t think of life without him. “No...” You sheepishly answered. So you went soft on him after all. Whatever. You didn’t want to start off on a new chapter of your relationship with a lie.

********************************************************* 2.4 k words! Hey Marshmallows, Where You At?? ;p This is just part 1. I had to get this out. Did it for the comeback! (NU’EST W) The last time I wrote for Nu’est it was on the old blog. And it was for Ren. Loll. Anyway. I hope you liked that! It’s a part 1 of 2…or 3. Or maybe a part 1 of 1 . But it really is supposed to continue….lol

Love, peace, and quick fluff reads~

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[didesi]

prince Aladdin

prince Aladdin by lianafourmouzi ❤ liked on Polyvore

Kingdom Hearts / Thanos (with genie from aladdin) vs super boy prime / We ❤ It / ᗷᑌᗷᗷᗷᒪEGᑌᑌᗰᗰ / Snow white / WHI | Get lost in what you love / We ❤ It

[milesjohnsongraphics-blog]

Week 1:Finalise object

1. Technology-Camera Contact Lenses:

Ideas:The All Seeing Eye/Quick Scope/Lens Culture/Manual Focus/Mindless Captures/Live Feed/Perspective/Spectrum.

Final Name:Mindless Captures.

2. Education-Answer Cube:

Ideas:Answer Genie/Infinity Cube/Smärt Shäpe/Apollo/Whis/Wisdom Cube/

Final Name:Whis/Infinity Cube.

3. Transport-Transporting Seat:

Ideas:Flying Nimbus/Siège volant(Flying seat)/Süber/Hikō Yusō(Flying Transport)/Aerial Chair/Hermes/

Final Name:Flying Nimbus/Hikō Yusō(Flying Transport).

[autolovecraft]

From hidden springs it rises, and forget much.

So the Genie flew back to the thin horned moon, and forget much. Vast are the stones which sleep beneath coverlets of dank moss, and the Daemon replied, I am Memory, and heaving up marble pavements laid by forgotten hands. In. The Genie that haunts the moonbeams spake to the Daemon replied, I am Memory, and forget much. From hidden springs it rises, and am wise in lore of the moment. Vast are the stones of ruined palaces, twining tightly about broken columns and strange monoliths, and to subterranean grottoes it flows, so that the Daemon of the little apes, while in and out of deep treasure-vaults writhe poison serpents and scaly things without a name.

The Genie that haunts the moonbeams spake to the Daemon of the Valley knows not why its waters are slimy and filled with weeds. And in trees that grow gigantic in crumbling courtyards leap little apes, while in and out of deep treasure-vaults writhe poison serpents and scaly things without a name. And in trees that grow gigantic in crumbling courtyards leap little apes in the trees. So the Genie flew back to the Daemon looked intently at a little ape in a tree that grew in a tree that grew in a crumbling courtyard. From hidden springs it rises, and mighty were the walls from which they fell. The Genie that haunts the moonbeams spake to the thin horned moon, and heaving up marble pavements laid by forgotten hands. So the Genie flew back to the thin horned moon, and the Daemon replied, I am Memory, and forget much. Vast are the stones which sleep beneath coverlets of dank moss, and in sooth they yet serve nobly, for it rhymed with that of the valley, where the light reaches not, for it rhymed with that of the river Than, not to be understood. The Genie that haunts the moonbeams spake to the thin horned moon, and in sooth they yet serve nobly, for they were but of the moment.

So the Genie flew back to the Daemon replied, I am old. From hidden springs it rises, and heaving up marble pavements laid by forgotten hands. And within the depths of the river Than, whose waters are red, nor whither they are bound. Vast are the stones which sleep beneath coverlets of dank moss, and the Daemon replied, I am Memory, and heaving up marble pavements laid by forgotten hands. Vast are the stones of ruined palaces, twining tightly about broken columns and strange monoliths, and in sooth they yet serve nobly, for beneath them the gray toad makes his habitation.

So the Genie flew back to the thin horned moon, and mighty were the walls from which they fell. Tell me the deeds and aspect and name of them who built these things of Stone. These beings were like the waters of the Valley knows not why its waters are red, nor whither they are bound. In. At the very bottom of the moment. Rank is the herbage on each slope, where evil vines and creeping plants crawl amidst the stones which sleep beneath coverlets of dank moss, and forget much. For all time did their builders erect them, and forget much. For all time did their builders erect them, and to subterranean grottoes it flows, so that the Daemon looked intently at a little ape in a crumbling courtyard. Rank is the herbage on each slope, where the light reaches not, for they were but of the valley, where evil vines and creeping plants crawl amidst the stones which sleep beneath coverlets of dank moss, and forget much. Their deeds I recall not, for beneath them the gray toad makes his habitation. So the Genie flew back to the thin horned moon, and to subterranean grottoes it flows, so that the Daemon replied, I am Memory, and forget much. In. Tell me the deeds and aspect and name of them who built these things of Stone. From hidden springs it rises, and heaving up marble pavements laid by forgotten hands. From hidden springs it rises, and forget much. From hidden springs it rises, and mighty were the walls from which they fell. So the Genie flew back to the thin horned moon, and mighty were the walls from which they fell.

For all time did their builders erect them, and to subterranean grottoes it flows, so that the Daemon of the moment.

And within the depths of the river. The Genie that haunts the moonbeams spake to the thin horned moon, and the Daemon of the river Than, not to be beheld. At the very bottom of the past, but I too am old. Vast are the stones of ruined palaces, twining tightly about broken columns and strange monoliths, and am wise in lore of the little apes in the trees. And within the depths of the past, but I too am old. At the very bottom of the little apes in the trees. And the Daemon looked intently at a little ape in a tree that grew in a tree that grew in a crumbling courtyard. And within the depths of the valley, where evil vines and creeping plants crawl amidst the stones which sleep beneath coverlets of dank moss, and forget much. These beings of yesterday were called Man. The Genie that haunts the moonbeams spake to the thin horned moon, and to subterranean grottoes it flows, so that the Daemon replied, I am old, and forget much. Vast are the stones of ruined palaces, twining tightly about broken columns and strange monoliths, and in sooth they yet serve nobly, for it rhymed with that of the Valley, saying, I am old.

These beings of yesterday were called Man. Vast are the stones of ruined palaces, twining tightly about broken columns and strange monoliths, and mighty were the walls from which they fell. These beings were like the waters of the river. For all time did their builders erect them, and heaving up marble pavements laid by forgotten hands. For all time did their builders erect them, and mighty were the walls from which they fell. From hidden springs it rises, and to subterranean grottoes it flows, so that the Daemon looked intently at a little ape in a crumbling courtyard. Their deeds I recall clearly, for it rhymed with that of the valley of Nis the accursed waning moon shines thinly, tearing a path for its light with feeble horns through the lethal foliage of a great upas-tree. The Genie that haunts the moonbeams spake to the Daemon of the little apes in the trees. Vast are the stones of ruined palaces, twining tightly about broken columns and strange monoliths, and heaving up marble pavements laid by forgotten hands.