#wings of fire next gen

[shamefulcumfort]

The first up of the many Next Gen Wings Of Fire, the son of our favorite love love triangle, Sunspeaker!☀️

[cheesuschrist-iii]

Lads gimme wof and star trek characters to draw. (on my asks)

break from ocs atm

happy pride from data as well ig

[thenumber1skyhater]

(old art) next generation au thing a did a while back

[thefanficdragon]

Personally, Bumblebee is my favorite of the bunch, we get the most time with her <3

[wings-of-fire-confessions]

I actually HATE the wings of fire books. From the writing, characters and world building.

Which is unfortunate because your telling me that lower born Mudwings would stay in mud shacks instead of creating a clean and more safe space. They have 6-7 sibs at a time yet even in a world were they have freedom to create their own home they just can't? My boyfriend said it's a great representation for poverty but they actually have freedom, the thing is it's not like real world poverty they can go anywhere and be free especially now as of arc 3.

Ntm the absolute lack luster colour difference of Seawings, they live in the OCEAN, were some of the most colourful animals live but Seawings are stuck to greens, blues and occasional purples. Like what?

And then there's societal and cultural differences that literally don't exist. But the Nightwings- you mean the most favorized tribe in the series, like what about Animus history? what about Skywings and their connection to religious beings like birds? What about Sandwing festivals and traditions it's been mentioned but never shown. Also what about Fierceteeth??? is she going to rebuild Nightwing culture and traditions creating a better connection to their old home? obviously not because people want a next gen.

Personally a next gen is a shit idea. What about Sora and umber? what about Reed, Marsh, Pheasant, Clay, Chameleon, Winter, Icicles trial, Fiereteeth and Renewal, what about any of the dragons currently going through it.

There is no need to go forward with so much being left behind.

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[emilicious0]

okay, so, im finding myself more and more attracted to Valentino. I mean im starting to simp 😵‍💫💀

so i'd love to see some gen sfw (and nsfw if you can but dont have to)

Maybe he started to like one of his workers or something (fem if possible but gn is fine)

He could like, work her with clients less and stuff, less videos, maybe less drugs 💀 anyway imma hop off now 😩

f!reader x valentino sfw and nsfw headcanons

TW: VALENTINO, abusive behavior, mdni

SFW

□ he really thinks he treats all of his workers good, which is kinda true (I strongly headcanon that v's may be a band of psychos, but they appreciate hard work and always offer good salaries)

□ you get a good amount of money and thats the reason you work so good as his assistant

□ he notices the hard work and slowly starts to treat you more like a friend (in his own way, like slapping your butt or whistling whenever you are passing by)

□ that behavior lasts for some time, until he sees you on your day off in a club with some other demon (who was your friend)

□ the two of you seem close and youre hugging each other, which made valentino see red

□ he was ready to jump inside and kill the bitch who dared to touch you, but vox called in asking him to be immeadiatly back in their tower for a meeting

□ after that valentino realises his feelings for you

□ the butt-slapping, cat-calling didnt stop and only became worse

□ he would call you nicknames now, the most used one is "baby"

□ you would get a lot more money than anyone else

□ also loves when you praise him

□ a drama queen, who loves when you take care of him (buying ice cream)

□ would try to trick you into making a deal with him (but he would eventually give up on that idea, since he wants you, to want him too)

□ actually tells you everyday how he loves you, or how beautiful you are, only to yell at you next moment for not loving him back

□ he would come to you drunk crying and you have to take him to bed and tuck him in

□ if you accept his feelings and you become a couple, he immediately fires you

□ becomes your sugar daddy, who asks for every second of your time in return

□ carries you around like a treasure, showing you off to everyone

□ gives you small gifts everyday, and not so small gifts too

□ he is the type to forget about the anniversary, but feel bad about it later

□ despite him being still physically active with his workers and vox, he is romantically absolutely yours

□ he has hard time listening for your problems, but he comforts you wrapping his wings around you and kissing you

□ he has hard times understanding a lot of things about your problems (hard for him to be there for you), but he tries to do it in his own way (physical affection)

□ valentino has his episodes when he bursts and shouts at you and everything, apologizing afterwards, but they will happen again

□ kinda enjoys scaring you, but with you it's never about physical abuse, more like teasing

□ sleeps more calmly next to you

□ doesn't allow you to leave him (it will crash him in every possible way if you do, resulting him to become obsessive and start stalking you)

NSFW

□ has any possible kink in existence

□ inpatient, rough

□ loves edging, into degrading (loves to degrade and wants to degrade you)

□ public sex is his favorite one (as well as group one)

□ roleplays with you a lot of his crazy scenarios

□ makes you watch him fuck with others (doesn't let you do the same)

□ but your sessions with him are super private bc they are different

□ switch (hard dom/top, soft sub/bottom)

□ loves seeing you on your knees for him

□ seeing you cry is his favorite turn on

□ threesome with vox✌️

[blorb-el]

[in the style of the Finding Nemo seagulls] Id fic? Id fic? Id fic? Id fic?

ok id fic!!

the backstory is over the weekend i needed a break from editing wsbf, and i found a prompt on the dc kinkmeme, along the lines of: omega bruce foils an assassination attempt on kryptonian ambassador kal. this is probably a one off thing in this verse, it is not a story it's just a little. warmup

1.5k, gen, superbat, omegaverse, i was gonna leave this completely unedited but @januariat as usual saved my life

So this is it, Kal thinks, gasping for breath as he presses vainly at the side of his robes, trying to stem the blood. Krypton’s last hope, Krypton’s only hope, and he’s failed. Around him there’s noise, chaos, as Mala and Tor race after the assassin, as the humans’ voices rise in alarm. There’s another being next to him. Kal flinches as the black-garbed one presses primitive bandages to his side. There’s nothing he can do but wait for his skilorrosh, the death vision Telle grants as Flamebird frees his soul from his body and bears it home on her wings to Rao.

Can Flamebird even find him here, on this strange world? Is he doomed to be lost to Kythona’s darkness? It seems like it; there’s no warming red glow the poets of the brain-vaults had described, only cold and darkness and pain pressing in on his vision. Kal closes his eyes. Mother. Father. I’m sorry.

And then - radiant gold, beyond anything he’s ever imagined possible.

When Kal had been a young child, perhaps five or so, he had snuck into his father’s lab and found himself floating. Antigravity was nothing new to him - Jor had discovered the principle years before his birth - but his father had been experimenting with augmenting the machine, passing the energy through different wavelengths of light. Kal’s whole body had felt, for a brief moment, as though Rao himself had taken hold of it, like he was stronger than a drang, faster than a photon. And then he had gone out like a light, along with the power supply of half the city of Kryptahnugrhahs.

This overpowering, blinding sensation is the only thing that has ever felt close. His blood is made of lightning, his nerves fire. The scents and sounds of the room explode into infinite detail, and he jerks his hands to his ears instinctively, accidentally shattering the rock hall of the floor. He curls tighter, helpless against the smell of blood and panic in the air, Tor and Mala’s Beta and Omega scents united in fury, the mass of human scents impenetrable and alien. There’s one close to him, the one that’d been helping, pressure against his side, a little stronger. Kal curls into it, instinctively reaching for the wrist.

Something feels wrong with the glove as he touches it, though. It bends, and then the pressure’s gone, the hand withdrawn. Kal - had he hurt them? He curls tighter, distressed, an almost childlike whine escaping. He doesn’t want to hurt- 

“Just breathe,” a low voice murmurs near him. There’s something touching his face. Kal turns his hand into it blindly. The sounds around him - they’re fading a little. But so is the pain. Kal frowns and moves a hand back to his torso, where the bullets had gone in. His tabard is still slick with blood, his body’s…

It hurts. But it’s a lot better.

That low comforting voice starts to count, and Kal does his best to time his breathing to it. The noise and chaos is more distant now. Kal opens his eyes. It’s one of Earth’s protectors kneeling above him, the mysterious one in the mask. The Batman. The opaque, unnerving white lenses of his mask have been retracted, and his eyes are fixed on Kal’s.

“That’s it,” the man says reassuringly, and there’s a hint of a rumbling purr to the words. Kal blinks, the uproar of talking and breathing and heartbeats easier to filter out in favor of the man before him. There is something strange - the briefings had said that the planet still practices caste-based discrimination, and yet - this man has the alien but unmistakable richness to his scent, concealed though it is under neutralizers, the reassuring timbre to his voice common to the human Omegas of Earth.  

Omegas, on this backwards planet, would not be first responders, would not be public servants. Would not be what the briefings had called ‘super-heroes.’ And yet this man is an Omega.

He’s staring up into the man’s silvery-gray eyes, washed out like the color of rain, when the noise takes a sharp upturn. Batman looks away. Kal smells his fellow ambassador’s scents before he hears their voices. Mala is first to reach them, pushing through the crowd, fury roiling in her scent. “You animals,” she snarls, and Kal notes with alarm that she’s pulled the concealed raygun General Zod had insisted they carry. He pushes himself upright.

“Stand down, Mala Ro-Zan,” Kal growls, or tries to growl, anyway.

“We will not stand down,” Tor growls back to him Lurvish, teeth bared at the humans surrounding them. His diplomat’s staff has reformed into a vikhirn, its three points gleaming in the dim red light. “The outsiders shot to kill you, moliom! We came to them on our knees begging for help and the savages-”

The vikhirn’s deadly points of light focus on Batman’s cowl as Tor levels the weapon at the Omega, and something inside Kal snaps. “Stand down,” he roars, Alpha markings burning gold-bright across his skin. There’s a reddish haze across his vision, and he distantly realizes that he’s a few inches off the ground. Mala bares her teeth, furious, but centuries of civilization fold beneath millenia of evolution and her claws slide back beneath her skin. Tor, as a Beta, is less affected; he stops in his tracks, low challenge-growl beginning in his chest, but when Kal stalks towards him he ducks his head.

The hall’s fallen silent. Kal takes the vikhirn from Tor and inputs the dissolution override; the sunstone crumbles to sparkling dust. He holds his hand out to Mala for her raygun.

“No, moliom,” Mala rumbles. “I will not leave us defenseless in this - khaovrrosh.” She leaves the insult in Lurvish, the older language impenetrable to Lantern translation, but with the open disdain in her eyes as she looks at the assembled humans, Kal doubts that the insult will be lost on them. His Alpha hindbrain has retreated but it’s close under his skin, tense with the danger of the situation. Later that night, writing his report, Kal will look back on his loss of composure with some embarrassment. But in the moment it was the only thing he could have done, with the lightning still racing through his veins and the knowledge that Krypton is doomed if the mission fails. The last of the surge of power fades, and he drops to the ground, trying not to stagger. Mala moves in to support him, albeit begrudgingly. 

“A human has tried to kill our ambassador Kal-El-jran,” Tor says to the crowd of diplomats, tense. “Your kind has-”

“Stop, Tor,” Kal says. With the all-consuming radiance and the adrenaline of nearly dying gone, he feels exhausted and drained, his side throbbing with pain. But if he doesn’t take back control of the negotiation, Tor will continue with the formal withdrawal. For Rao’s sake, it seems like he’s the only one who remembers what’s at stake here. Kal straightens, leaning on Mala, and looks Tor directly in the eye. “Unless I’m much mistaken, a human also saved my life.” Kal nods to Batman, who’s retreated back into the stone impassiveness he’d greeted the ambassadors with. Kal looks at him a moment too long. His head is starting to ache, and he’s distantly aware of swaying a little on his feet, of Mala moving closer to brace him. “I - move to - let Rao set on the proceedings for today, and - convene tomorrow under a fresh sky.” The formal words are hard to remember.

Wonder Woman, the lead negotiator for the humans, frowns in soft concern. It’s a stark contrast to her warrior’s garb and poise. “Of course. Kal-El-jran, may we offer any medical assistance?”

“Your kind has done quite enough,” Mala snaps, her claws briefly poking into Kal’s side before she retracts them swiftly. Kal can’t quite bring himself to care. Dizziness is beginning to overcome him; he closes his eyes but that makes the swaying worse. Tor says something about having medical facilities on their ship, and there’s another arm around him, steadying him.

“Just promise me we’ll still be on this planet when I wake up,” Kal mumbles to Mala. “Swear it.”

Mala breathes out sharply in frustration.

Kal stops moving. He’ll collapse on the damn floor if he has to, damn Kryptonian pride.

“We will be,” Mala says. “Come on, Kal-El.”

There’s something still worrying him, though. “Did they catch them?” Is there any danger to his fellow Kryptonians, to this tense, frayed distal pack they’ve cobbled together?

“Yes,” Tor says, steadying him up the ramp. The serenity of Kryptonian architecture soothes the ragged edge of his Alpha a little, his instincts recognizing it as safety, even as the throbbing in his side is growing. Kelexo are hovering by the doors, and move in to support him.

“Good,” he tells the ceiling, as a Kelex rolls up his sleeve and injects his arm with medication. “I think - I think I’m going to pass out now.”

[areyoudreaminof]

Next Gen Headcanons:

Nyx:

-very into architecture, loves buildings. The Prythian equivalent of a lego kid. Builds Feyre a studio and builds Oriana a little dollhouse.

-He carves little wooden animals, like his grandfather. His mother and aunts aren’t sure what to make of it at first, but they grow to love it.

-Nyx wears goggles when he flies high. When he’s older (like 100) he gets really into the idea of an aerial corps for the Illyrians.

-He loves all his cousins but is closest to Cricket. They’re called the “Terror Twins” in the family. 

-Not much of a “ladies man” in the traditional sense, but the ladies love him because he’s easy going, respectful, and doesn’t play games.

-he’s an okay artist, if he put in more effort he’d be better. 

-he’s embarrassed by Rhys’s over the top fashion sense. 

-he’s a daemati, but hates going into people’s minds unless absolutely necessary. 

-very close to Az and Nesta. He trusts them both implicitly. And his first word after "Mama" was "Nena!" for Nesta, of course.

-his best friend is the Winter Court Heir. They have a secret handshake.

Cricket:

-Helion’s shadow. She breeds horses and Pegasi with her grandfather and they’re very, very close. She’s a very talented equestrian and trains the Day Court horses on her own. 

-Her real name, Mathilde, comes from the Lady of Autumn's sister. Lucien gave her the nickname Cricket, when she was a baby. She babbled at night.

-she’s a Spell Cleaver and she got all the Day Court powers. No Autumn powers to be seen

-When she grows up, she becomes THE Emissary for all the courts and the human lands since she’s so well connected. She really doesn’t want to be the heir. She's ruthless at negotiation, thanks to Eris's training.

-Cricket is Lucien with a better upbringing. Snarky af.

-Rhys is her favorite Night Court uncle, but also her mortal enemy in their prank war.

-Very close to her parents. While she got Lucien’s hair and eyes, she got a lot of Elain’s features. 

-Extremely close to Eris. She is given Autumn citizenship, title of Grand Duchess of Autumn and a smokehound. She calls her hound Trajan, her favorite Day Court hero.

Froggy:

-she is a prodigy and teaches herself to read at some young ass age. Very quiet and proper, but isn’t afraid to get dirty. She speaks Scythian fluently and teaches herself old High Fae. 

-Her real name, Cyra, is an ancient Day Court name. Helion picked it out. Froggy comes from Cricket, who thought her baby sister looked like a frog when she was born.

-she looks the most like Helion, and has “Day Court looks” with Elain's golden heir. Which is funny because she got the Autumn flame and is more or less considered Eris’ heir by himself and the Autumn court. 

-her smokehound is named Brigid, the first fae in Autumn to wield fire, whom she idolizes.  

-She is super close to Nesta and Feyre. She adores Cassian. 

- she’s very empathetic. I toyed a lot with her getting the Seer gift, but she instead has a very good intuition. 

-She always wears a bow in her hair. She thinks it looks sophisticated. She picked it up from her human cousins in Scythia.

Orianna

-very funny and mischievous and caring. Spoiled rotten by her parents and the House.

-The House LOVES HER. The House gives her the best room, and a kitten. It just showed up when she wanted it. It's a real kitten she calls Pudding.

--she loves music and singing. When she’s older (a few hundred years old) she does a research project for the library and compiles old oral folk tales and songs from the women in Illyria. 

-Nesta’s velcro child. Orianna is ride or die for her mother. She does love her Daddy though. 

--her wings are from her grandmother. 

-She and Froggy are the closest, but she hero worships Cricket and Nyx. 

-Orianna was also raised and watched a lot by Clotho and the other priestess in the library. She is named Research Assistant when she's little and she takes it VERY seriously. She loves Clotho the most.

-She is the official representative of the Library at the House to the Day Court.

-Gwyn and Emerie are her aunts. Full stop.

-she loves her Aunt Feyre and loves to paint with her. 

-when she feels angry and upset, Uncle Az takes her for “quiet time” where they color together. It helps her calm down. He teachers her how to sing and old Illyrian songs.

-Cassian calls her his princess.

-she will become the first Valkyrie Librarian

[bestanimatedmovie]

Welcome to Revenge of the Underrated!

Some of you asked me to put a "haven't watched both" to be more fair to the more unknown movies, but I've seen other tournaments doing this and I think it limits too much who can participate in the polls. So what I decided to do is a double elimination!

What does that mean? That means a movie has to lose twice to be eliminated. In other words, there will be a sorts of losers bracket that'll be part of main bracket. I'm undecided on whether to do this for only one round or the whole bracket, as it would make the tournament very long. Do let me know if you have any opinion about it.

Anyway, Revenge of the Underrated, Round 1:

Miss Hokusai vs Happily N'Ever After

Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children vs Tiger and Bunny: The Rising

Ballerina vs Book Girl

On-Gaku: Our Sound vs Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon Eternal The Movie Part 1

Cats don't Dance vs The Flight of Dragons

Dragon Ball Z: Cooler's Revenge vs The Girl Without Hands

The Twelve Tasks of Asterix vs Flatland: The Film

Felidae vs Pokemon the Movie: The Power of Us

An American Tail: Fievel Goes West vs Unico in the Island of Magic

Rock and Rule vs Rock-A-Doodle

The Little Mermaid: Ariel's Beginning vs Freddie as F.R.0.7

The Plague Dogs vs The Magic Riddle

Pokemon Heroes vs The Pebble and the Penguin

Strange Magic vs Sea Prince and the Fire Child

Help! I'm a Fish vs Red Shoes and the Seven Dwarfs

16.Azur and Asmar: The Prince's Quest vs Rainbow Brite and the Star Stealer

17.Titan A.E. vs Ico, the Brave Horse

18.The Adventures of Mark Twain vs A Troll in Central Park

19.The Case of Hana and Alice vs Once Upon a Forest

20.Underdogs vs Long Way North

21.Mars Needs Moms vs The Twelve Months

22.Phineas and Ferb: The Movie: Candace Against the Universe vs Blinky Bill

23.Robot Carnival vs Revue Starlight: The Movie

24.One Piece: Baron Omatsuri and the Secret Island vs Winx Club: The Secret of the Lost Kingdom

25.Ruben Brandt, Collector vs Samurai Jack: The Premiere Movie

26.Lupin III: The First vs Pippi Longstocking

27.The Three Caballeros vs The Legend of Manxmouse

28.Princes and Princesses vs The Snow Queen

29.A Letter to Momo vs Seven Days War

30.The Wild Thornberrys Movie vs The Rabbi's Cat

31.Night on the Galactic Railroad vs The Boy who Wanted to be a Bear

32.The Swan Princess vs Planetarian: Hoshi no Hito

33.Patema Inverted vs Bartok the Magnificent

34.Next Gen vs Padak

35.Asterix: The Mansions of the Gods vs Little Nemo: Adventures in Slumberland

36.Thumbelina vs Catnapped!

37.Early Man vs Rainbow Magic: Return to Rainspell Island

38.Junk Head vs Hey Arnold! The Jungle Movie

39.Charlotte's Web (1973) vs The Princess and the Goblin

40.Shaun the Sheep Movie vs Jimmy Neutron: Boy Genius

41. Redline vs Balto

42. The Addams Family vs Inu-Oh

43. Epic vs Mary and the Witch's Flower

44.The Girl Who Leapt Through Time vs Vivo

45.Barbie: Princess Charm School vs Kronk''s New Groove

46.Waking Life vs The Transformers: The Movie

47.Barbie in the Nutcracker vs Barbie as Rapunzel

48.Pokemon: The First Movie - Mewtwo Strikes Back vs Cool World

49.The Land Before Time vs When the Wind Blows

50.The Secret of NIMH vs Summer Wars

51.The Black Cauldron vs All Dogs go to Heaven

52.The Red Turtle vs FernGully: The Last Rainforest

53.Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas vs Ron's Gone Wrong

54.The Boxtrolls vs Jin-Roh: The Wolf Brigade

55.Arthur Christmas vs One Piece Film Red

56.Barbie of Swan Lake vs The Rescuers Down Under

57.Legend of the Guardians: The Owls of Ga'Hoole vs Secret of the Wings

58.The Castle of Cagliostro vs Pokemon: The Movie 2000

59.Vampire Hunter D: Bloodlust vs Arthur and the Invisibles

60.Tinker Bell vs Barbie as the Island Princess

61.Mind Game vs Tekkonkinkreet

62.The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh vs Dragon Ball Super: Broly

63.Mirai vs Dragon Ball Super: Super Hero

64.The Lion King II: Simba's Pride vs Scooby-Doo! and the Cyber Chase

[simslegacy5083]

Not So Berry (Straud Descendants) Gen 9

Today's (9/17/2024) Episode: Fun in Flight

With a bag of parts and good news about First Order air defenses, the couple received a warm welcome back at the rebel section of the theme park.

Vi programmed their data pads so they could help get her X-wing “in working order” giving them cool hi-tech props to work with. Keenly aware it was the last day of their honeymoon, they set to work with a will, determined to experience this final mission before they left.

Noemi, whose background with robotics made her much more adept at this sort of thing, finished well before her husband.

She wandered over his way to observe and give him some friendly, teasing, advice. Catching him concentrating intensely on an imaginary weld, an “x-ray mask” shielding his face, she leaned in close and whispered: “I think you may have missed your calling sir”.

He jumped, grimacing as his “repair” errored out. “Oh, this is fine” he replied, starting over “although “Press X to repair fighter” is more my speed.”

At long last Vi cleared them to climb into the cockpit, which descended into a bumpy hidden tunnel as they “took off” into the sky projected on the impressive displays serving as the windows of their ride. Noemi, knowing how much Luigi had been looking forward to this, let him take the pilot’s seat.

Things started out well, with him baiting a First Order supply ship as Noemi shot down drones and Vi’s recorded voice gave updates about the traps being laid for their target. Unfortunately, Luigi found himself panicking again when the larger ship loomed large on their tail, firing intimidating blasts across their shields. “Hang on!” he cried, frantically punching buttons and levers.

Increasing speed and dodging through the narrow confines of the petrified forest, he got a bit too far ahead of their dangerous prey, and they lost the chance to capture and raid the other vessel when it crashed into some rocks. “We’ll get em’ next time” the recording of Vi assured them as they disembarked, disappointed but still exhilarated by their high-speed adventure.

There would be no “next time” for Luigi and Noemi this trip. They had just enough time to say goodbye to their friends at the Cantina and take one last walk through the park before grabbing their bags from check in and teleporting back home to Sulani and the real life that awaited them.

As he stopped to “Til the Spire” with Noemi in front of the statue at the heart of Blackspire Outpost Luigi reflected that spending time at his favorite theme park with his favorite girl by his side had made for a fantastic honeymoon.

He silently hoped that the upcoming Starlight Accolade ceremony would be just as wonderful for them both.

View The Full Story of My Not So Berry Challenge Here

[allthebrazilianpolitics]

Lula ousts head of Brazil’s army in wake of insurrection

President Luiz Inácio Lula da Silva ousted the head of Brazil’s army on Saturday, moving against the most senior military officer to be held accountable after the Jan. 8 insurrection, when right-wing rioters rampaged through this nation’s halls of power.

The order to fire Gen. Júlio Cesar de Arruda was delivered by Lula’s defense minister, José Múcio, according to a senior administration official who spoke on the condition of anonymity in order to speak candidly.

The removal of Arruda came six days after The Washington Post reported that he had sought to protect rioters and supporters of defeated former president Jair Bolsonaro who were sheltering at a camp in front of army headquarters after storming and ransacking the presidential palace, the supreme court and congress.

In addressing Arruda’s firing on Saturday evening, Múcio suggested Arruda’s conduct on the night of Jan. 8 was one reason for Arruda’s dismissal.

“After these last episodes, the issue with the camps, the issue of January 8th, relations with the command of the Army suffered a fracture in the level of trust. And we needed to stop that right at the beginning,” Múcio told reporters in Brasília while standing next to Arruda’s replacement, Gen. Tomás Miguel Ribeiro Paiva.

Continue reading.

[wormstar]

i remember when i was like 12 i read through all of wings of fire but then i hit the second arc that was just a big timeskip with all new characters and i never finished it because i was so mad about it and to this day honestly i think it’s a bit stupid…. i remember it felt like some shitty next gen au type writing was not a fan. and that’s partially why i refuse to reread those books nowadays

[liviavanrouge]

Twst Next Gen: Spirit Festival

Ramona: *Walks through the City of Flowers, looking at all the decorations*

Clover: The last Festival had Fire Spirits!

Ramona: I wonder what Spirits are native here

Hazel: What are the spirits?

Ramona: They're little Elemental Spirits that take the shape of small fairies, each Spirit have different bug wings and appearances along with color so you can pick each one out from the other

Clover: Imagine the fairies that our parents had to face to get the Weather Stone back, but imagine them a bit smaller than that, around the size of the biggest female prey mantis recorded, just slightly bigger though, about four cm bigger

Hazel: Amazing....

Clover: I hope we get to see a Water Spirit!!

Ramona: Oh yeah, we haven't seen Water, Light, Dark, Ice or Air yet!

???: RAMONA!

???: CLOVER!

??? and ???: *Runs over beaming* YOU BOTH CAME!

Ramona: Esmerelda!

Clover: Phobeus!

Phobeus: We're so glad-

Esmerelda: -that you guys came!

Star: *Stares at them startled* Woah..they finish one another's sentences..

Anne: *Gasps offended* Hey, what about me!

Esmerelda and Phobeus: HI ANNE! *Smiles wide hugging the girl laughing happily*

Star: Who's kids are these, why do they look familiar..

???: They're ours.

Rollo: *Smiles, a brown haired woman beside him*

Ramona: Hey, Aunt Florina

Star, Hazel, Ophelia: FLORINA??!

Hazel: You talking about the same Florina that was Crowned Princesses Livia's best friend growing up?! That Florina, you're joking??!!

Star: How did THIS, bag THAT! AND MAKE THESE CUTIES

Ophelia: Guess opposites attract and a positive plus a negative popped out two positives

Rollo: *Glares at them offended* Detention once we get back...you both are gonna wash windows and clean classrooms alongside carrying books to me from the library......for a week

Star and Ophelia: NO FAIR, PROFESSOR!

Florina: Honey, be nice

Rollo: *Stiffens then relaxes when Florina pressed a kiss to his cheek*

Phobeus: DADDY!

Esmerelda: PAPA!

Rollo: *Hides a smile as the twins tugged on his clothing*

Esmerelda: Can we get lollipops shaped like a Water Spirit??!

Phobeus: Please, Please!

Rollo: *Sighs and smiles softly* Very well, drag me to the stand

Esmerelda and Phobeus: YAY! *Beams dragging their father away*

Star: *Shuffles closer to Florina* Did he bribe you with money?

Juniper: STAR GARCIA SHROUD! HOW DARE YOU?!

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[mythartist21]

✨Opaline Theory✨

Here's my theory/prediction of who is Opaline

( 1/5 ) I believe she used to be a student of Twilight because Opaline has no cutiemark and doesn't know what to do in life. She dreams of becoming the next Princess of Equestria like Twilight. Twilight accepts her after hearing her goals and helps her to get a cutiemark. Another reason why she chose as her personal student because Twilight noticed Opaline's magic is very unique compared to the other students she had.

( 2/5 )Things were going very well for Opaline, she learned a lot and made some friends along the way. She became one of the top 50 students of the School of Friendships but she never got a cutiemark which was weird because after a big achievement like that. This upset her but she’ll never get up that easily. Her dream became more of an obsession and has an idea of ruling, is by social-like class, meaning a creature with weak magic goes to the low class while the powerful creature goes to the top. Twilight was concerned for Opaline, not her dream of ruling Equestira, her not having a cutiemark yet. Twilight talks with Opaline that she doesn’t need to reach for the stars to achieve everything and how it is best for her to be a teacher, counselor or an advisor. Opaline did not take this well and misunderstand that Twilight is saying that Opaline is not ready be a princess and never will, which shattered her 

( 3/5 ) Opaline self esteem went low and so pissed what Twilight said “Advisor? me!? Why doesn't Twilight see that I have great potential as a princess, she even says so herself!?” Opaline’s friends try to help her out but said they agree what Twilight and  Opaline lashes out on a her who is an earth pony and Opaline said that she a unicorn is better any creature which kinda lend to the discrimination of species. This eventually led to Opaline being expelled. Ending up living in the Everfree forest and plotting revenge. After the incident, things started to go downhill for Twilight and her school. Hate between species and less students come to classes. Luster Dawn became Twilight student after Opaline left, Twilight knew that Opaline will return, so she made the Unity Crystals just in case if anything happens to the magic between creatures or from Opaline. Luster Dawn became the Princess of Guidance and kinda gives a boost to her kingdom, but not for long...

( 4/5 ) Opaline that using other creatures magic mostly dragon fire makes her power and encourage the discrimination of Equestria for her plan to overthrow Twilight and her achievements

( 5/5 )During Luster’s carnation of becoming the next princess of Equestria, Opaline returns and steals Luster wings by using Tirek spell and dragon fire which gives Opaline a cutie mark and being the most powerful alicorn. A great battle happens, Twilight using all of her strength and magic to stop Opaline. Twilight multiple spells she made an invisible-bubble spell, taking all magic into the Unity Crystals  and a continental drift which is why the gen 5 map looks completely different from generation 4. Which results in Twilight losing half her powers which she looks different from the message from Make your Mark and losing Equestria hoping if she did the right choice protecting Equestria from Opaline  

Thanks for reading!

[hmshermitcraft]

(For the theme!)

Thunder sucks. Of course it does, everybody knows that! But it sucks even more when it burns down a tree. Not just any old tree, Scar's house!

So, now he's stood there at Grian's doormat, only half conscious. His arms are covered in burn marks from the fire that was lit when the thunder made a collision with the tree, and so are the tops of his neck and bottom of his chin. He's shaking from anxiety, too, which really isn't helping.

Grian takes one look at him, and pulls him inside. Scar gratefully collapses into his arms.

Grian is careful with him. He checks outside to see that many Hermits are already putting out the fire and cleaning up the fallen tree, so he can focus on Scar's injuries. He hums whilst leading Scar to a chair, but he's fairly sure that Scar can't really hear him, on the fact he's barely conscious.

First, the winged hybrid takes one of his health potions and also a re-gen one to give to Scar. It worries him that the brunette can barely even swallow it. He guesses that there must also be smoke in his lungs - but there is little he can do about that other than check his pulse.

Next, Grian bandages his wounds - which is quite a lot, and many will scar him. The hybrid then lays Scar's head on his lap, running his fingers through messy, chocolate brown hair. He's happy Scar found him.

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But it isn't easy being roomates with him. Scar had walking problems before. How would he cope now? Canes could only do so much, so it was often up to Grian to make sure Scar didn't stand that long. However, Scar sometimes felt like being was being babied. Yes, he appreciated the help, but he could also take care of himself!

Scar didn't know when to bring it up because of how happy Grian seemed to be to help, obviously oblivious to how much Scar was resenting it.

It's difficult to reset boundaries after Scar did need the extra help for a while. He appreciated Grian's care as he recovered from the worst injuries. But now he has, he'd like to have that independence back, thank you!

Grian just seems so happy about it all that Scar feels like he's kicking a puppy. But if he doesn't do something, he's going to get angry at Grian. And that's not fair either, because Grian thinks he's just helping. Scar wants living in the same space to be fun! Something nice after the trauma of his home burning down around him.

It takes a lot of effort, but Scar eventually sits Grian down to have that discussion. And... Grian understands. He takes it surprisingly well.

Though he isn't perfect, Scar appreciates him trying. It's a lot easier to relax onto Grian at the end of the day when he doesn't feel like he's about to snap at him.

[mariacallous]

On one of my first reporting trips to Haiti, in 1987, I set out north by road from the capital, Port-au-Prince, on the eve of an election, hoping to get a taste of voter sentiment in the countryside.

After 50 miles, my car was stopped at a roadblock on the outskirts of a seaside town called Saint-Marc. There, bands of thugs loosely allied with right-wing politicians were roughing up passengers, extorting money from them, and, in at least one case, setting a vehicle on fire.

I was allowed to proceed but warned that I couldn’t return to the capital until after the election the next morning. For whatever reason, the thugs had decided they would shut down the highway for 48 hours. When my reporting was done, I headed back by the same route, and the scene had badly deteriorated. A line of stopped vehicles stretched into the distance, and now, burnt-out wrecks lay strewn on either side of the roadbed.

When my car reached the front of the line and we were interrogated, I was alarmed to find that the same man who had warned me against trying to return was still holding sway. After a long and squirmy conversation, he finally let me through, though, but not before administering several punches to the head of my terrified driver.

This was just the smallest intimation of the trouble to come. When I went out to cover voting in the capital the next day, one of the first scenes I came upon was the site of a massacre at a polling station hosted by a school. Thus commenced my introduction to Haiti.

Over the next six years, during which I made countless visits to the country, often involving lengthy stays, I sometimes imagined I had seen everything. After one violent coup d’état, armed groups occupied the airport, stopping all commercial aviation. To fly in, I banded together with other Miami-based reporters to charter a Learjet plane, but on approach to Haiti’s capital, the pilot was warned off with the threat that our plane would be shot down if it attempted to land.

The next day, we rented another small jet, and this time there was no one running or policing the airport. We landed and walked through a terminal that had mysteriously been left completely deserted.

In 1992, I was invited to the army headquarters for an interview with the leader of the right wing junta, U.S.-trained Lt. Gen. Raoul Cédras. At the appointed time, I was ushered into a conference room on the second floor of the rickety building where seven senior Haitian military officers sat stone-faced around a large table. When Cédras entered the room, our meeting began with him sliding his revolver to the middle of the table and asking his men unsmilingly who would like to volunteer to shoot this journalist who has been such a pest. After a long moment of tense silence, he took his gun back and holstered it and the interview proceeded. Haitian journalists, I hasten to add, experienced much worse.

A year later, I stayed on in the country for weeks after the start of an international embargo of a military regime that had overthrown the elected leader, the Rev. Jean-Bertrand Aristide, and was now clinging defiantly to power. One afternoon in October 1993, I looked on as a gun-waving band of a few dozen militiamen orchestrated a raucous portside demonstration that prevented the docking of a 522-foot-long U.S. warship, the USS Harlan County, with more than 200 soldiers aboard.

The ship had arrived bearing a contingent of international peacekeepers that was intended to pave the way for Aristide’s rightful restoration. The secret to their success in turning the ship back was the chant “Somalia, Somalia.” Their invocation of the Battle of Mogadishu, more famously known to Americans as the Black Hawk Down Incident, a week earlier, in which 18 Americans were killed, had more power than any magician’s spell.

I have taken the time to revisit scenes like these for one reason that is obvious and another that may not be. The first is that Haiti is presently in the grips of a very serious crisis, with no functioning government and violent gangs running rampant. The second is that, despite its catastrophic nature, few of the elements in Haiti’s grave situation are actually entirely new.

During the trying period in which I covered the country, I witnessed moments when the National Assembly completely broke down and became essentially irrelevant, when two or more people claimed legitimacy to rule, and when power briefly seemed vacant. I saw times when the streets were ruled by gangs or by shadowy militia like the Tonton Macoutes and the so-called attachés. I saw fecklessness by the international community, of which the Harlan County incident is but one example, and I also saw fleeting moments when the world appeared to come through for Haiti when every alternative seemed exhausted.

This included the restoration of Aristide to power through a U.S.-led intervention under President Bill Clinton in 1994. My coverage of Haiti and its region ended just then, but from afar I also followed Aristide’s subsequent failure and one might even say betrayal of his country as a brittle, vindictive, and—as many of his critics believe—violence-prone and even corrupt leader. His trajectory was all the more remarkable and disheartening in light of his beginnings, as a Salesian priest and devotee of progressive liberation theology.

What makes Haiti’s situation so special today is the way that all of its past failures seem to be recurring at once, in symphonic tragedy or grand mashup. There is no president (The last one, Jovenel Moïse, was murdered in 2021.). The acting prime minister, Ariel Henry, has been effectively exiled. There is no parliament. There is no army. There is barely a police force. And there is virtually no economy, save for a lucrative traffic in narcotics from South America, for which the country has long served as a wide-open trans-shipment base.

Gangs rule the streets, but they provide no structure or order, no hope for the future, and certainly no peace. The population lives at their mercy, with ordinary people terrorized and shot randomly as they seek out food or try to go about their daily business. Large numbers of people are reduced to living on the streets under shabby tarpaulins without municipal water, sewage, or electricity.

This had all led to the return of a recurrent and hard-to-resolve debate. Should the outside world intervene, and if so, what form should this take? The deployment of a Kenyan police contingent has been delayed by the effective anarchy in Port-au-Prince—as well as the Kenyan High Court decision—and for a cluster of reasons, historic and current, the United States is taking a hands-off approach, avoiding any direct intervention of its own. The historical reasons for this are solid.

Little known to most Americans, the United States has a destructive, racist, and corrupt imperial history in Haiti, which includes an intervention by the Marines in 1915, following another period of extraordinary political violence in the country. Washington’s contemporary reluctance would seem to stem from domestic U.S. politics: After a century of foreign interventions, deploying U.S. troops overseas for nation-building or even peacekeeping purposes is nowadays considered a vote loser.

Where does this leave Haiti? Sources of optimism are difficult to find. A starting point for the outside world might be a reckoning with how brutally and thoroughly Haiti was exploited in its past. This begins with the creation by France of what has often been called the most profitable colony in the world. This is a story that traces back to the early 18th century and the launching of a prison industrial labor camp system, prettified under the name “plantations,” in order to produce sugar on an untold scale.

Cane was only one of the raw ingredients. The lives of Africans who were brought there and forced to work in the fields was the other. In the human equivalent of planned obsolescence, newly enslaved Africans were worked to death with an average life expectancy of roughly five years from the time of arrival. Replacing this labor due to mortality was considered then just an ordinary feature of business. I wrote extensively about what the world owes Haiti as a result of this gruesome exploitation in my book Born in Blackness.

Crimes like these were insidiously compounded by the embargo that Western nations placed on Haiti as punishment for the audacity of winning its own freedom from outside domination and slavery in 1804. For this insult to Western wealth and power, the country was subjected to exorbitant and crippling indemnity payments that lasted for decades.

Ultimately, though, it is in Haiti’s feat of self-liberation that the country’s hopes for rebirth must lie. Modern history offers few if any more triumphal stories than the defeat of one Western army after another (France, Spain, Britain, and then France again) by Africans brought to Hispaniola to be worked to death—all in the cause of freedom and sovereignty.

In 1804, when Haiti was born, no other Western nation had legally enacted the values of the Enlightenment so fully—by abolishing slavery and discrimination on the basis of race. Long before the American Civil War and major civil rights legislation of the mid-20th century, Haitians had written these ideals into their constitution.

In recent decades, Haitians have been betrayed by the greed, pettiness, and narrow vision of their elites. But history shows us an example of the capacity of its people to rise up against the worst sorts of iniquity, and the Haitian people will somehow need to summon this capacity again. And when they tell the international community what form of assistance would be most helpful, the world should rally to their needs.