#amity-and-enmity

[therapardalis]

He'd thought she was someone else. That was the only explanation for him looking even halfway pleased as he turned toward her, and she waited with a hint of a smirk for him to realise and that look - rare as it was in his case - to drop. "Yeah," She echoed, nose scrunching in the smaller equivalent of a shrug, "this isn't really my thing, either."

That was true, especially this time around. Some folks were trying, but everyone was in their own little groups with their respective teams that were the nearest they had here to friends.

Which ... also explained why Lopez was standing almost by himself. Thera was fairly sure his thoughts would skitter-boom all over his ego as to why she invited him to go with her, and she probably wouldn't correct him - since the actual reason was that she'd been watching his scowl deepen by the minute and predicted he'd ruin the whole evening if he got to boiling point. Call it her Christmas gift to the Department by taking one for the team.

Even if she did grab an extra bottle of the free champers on the way out the door.

@therapardalis asked: 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 Your muse rescues my muse from an unwanted family (work?) gathering [Aaron ;)]

The brush of her fingers against his back burst with tendrils of tingles up his spine. His eyes, previously unfocused on the distance, snapped to attention. A slight sparkle connected his gaze to hers as she asked the magic question--you wanna get out of here?

"Hmmm--" The bright lights littered the office with more cheer than their work deserved. After draining his champagne glass, he shrugged. "Why not? The entire ritual makes my stomach turn." Not a single person in the room believed their act. They exchanged short, uncomfortable smiles between songs fueled by the slight jingling of bells.

Yet they raised their voices together in a chorus of rocking around a Christmas tree that only Charlie Brown could appreciate.

[appleyass123]

I think odalia hate is overblown. In the show she isnt nearly as controlling as the fans make her out to be and we actually see her caring for amity by having the twins bring her lunch in that one episode. sure shes overbearing but arent all parents?

That doesn't excuse her actions anon. She still is overbearing and controlling, she forced Amity to break off her friendship with Willow causing a huge enmity between them, she forced Amity to almost cut off her relationship with her friends and break up with Luz claiming she will find Amity a new girlfriend, and it's even implied that she forces Amity to dye her hair green just so that she fits in her image, and last but not least she willingly built killing machines for Belos, and despite knowing his motives she still chose to work with him.

There is a reason why toh fans hate her anon and find her very overbearing and controlling because guess what, it's true! Watch the show!

[julex93drawings]

Una nueva comision basada en el fanfic The Owl and The Frog en donde aparece Enmity, que es solo El nucleo usando a Amity como su anfitrion. Para mas detalles dejare el link del fanfic (Solo en ingles). Espero les guste el dibujo.

A new commission based on the fanfic The Owl and The Frog featuring Enmity, which is just The Core using Amity as its host. For more details I'll leave the link to the fanfic (in English only). I hope you like the drawing.

[lilxmcrtes]

@amity-and-enmity Tripp and Starr

THE END OF THE F***ING WORLD | 1.01

[hyakilove129]

in English

I was watching Secret Saturdays right in the cap where Francis appears and God, Zak and Francis, that ship relationship of enmity and love crossed my mind. Then while I was watching the cap, I remembered that Lumity was a ship of enmity and love, and boom, an idea to draw. Luz is Zak and Amity Francis Obio I also drew Zak and Francis as Luz and Amity

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I tried to draw with the style of the series, it didn't turn out well since they are basically color sketches that I drew quickly while watching the chapter

In a while I will upload the versions of Zak and Francis

en español

estaba viendo los sábados secretos justo en el cap donde aparece Francis y me paso por la cabeza dios zak y Francis esa relación de ship de enemistad y amor luego mientras miraba el cap recorde que el lumity era un ship enemistad y amor y pum idea para dibujar luz es zak y amity Francis obio también dibuje a zak y a Francis como luz y amity

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intente dibujar con el estilo de la serie no me salio bien ya que básicamente son bocetos cpn color que dibuje rápido mientras miraba el capítulo

dentro de un rato subo las versiones de zak y Francis

[richmond-rex]

In that search for allies, in particular against France, English rulers had in the past largely confined themselves to two main sources: the Iberian peninsula and the Low Countries. But if any kind of effective encirclement of France was to be considered, or a joint north–south pincer-style operation undertaken, then an alliance – or at least a guarantee or likelihood of neutrality – might be sought with one or more of the Italian principalities or republics. And in the changed and changing political conditions of the later fifteenth century, a permanent English presence at the papal court in Rome, backed by Italian agents and allies, was also increasingly desirable [...] In 1463, both Ferdinand I, king of Naples, and Francesco Sforza, duke of Milan, became knights of the Order. Their evident value as potential, if not actual, opponents of French claims to Aragonese held Naples on behalf of the house of Anjou, and Sforza’s succession to the duchy of Milan in the face of French-backed Orleanist rivalry in 1450, made them potentially useful allies. Then, in 1474, Federigo da Montefeltro, duke of Urbino, was elected, while in 1480 Ercole d’Este, duke of Ferrara became a member. A greater presence of ‘foreigners’ among the knights of the Garter, especially under Edward IV and, to a slightly lesser extent Henry VII, may be revealing of England’s changed situation. Under Edward, eight were elected, of whom four were Italian, three Iberian and one Burgundian (Charles the Bold). Under Henry VII, six were elected, of whom three were Habsburgs (and therefore Austro-Spanish), two were Italian and one Scandinavian.

— Malcom Vale, 'England and Europe, c.1450–1520: Nostalgia or New Opportunities?' | The Fifteenth Century XIX: Enmity and Amity

[lissarizzo]

Hello everyone, Would you like very much to update the second chapter of The Redemption of Dan Phantom?

Synopsis of the book, what is it about?

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"After spending a long time trapped in a thermos, Dan is freed by a mysterious woman who uses him as a test subject. Now, in order to secure his redemption and freedom, he's compelled to confront his past and coexist with the society he had once wreaked havoc upon. But his greatest challenge arises when he crosses paths with his former adversary: Danny Fenton.

Meanwhile, Daniel Fenton, worn down by stress and pursuits affecting his life as the hero of Amity Park, decides to take a one-week vacation in an unknown dimension. Accompanied by his friends Bob, Jimmy, and Timmy, he hoped to find peace and tranquility. However, he never imagined his worst enemy would be present to ruin his respite: Dan Phantom is loose and ready to disrupt his life once again, having been released from the thermos where he was confined.

As Dan immerses himself in this new world, he experiences emotions and situations he had never encountered before. He faces a crucial question: Will he be able to overcome his old habits and find a new purpose in life? Despite their past and future filled with enmity, can Dan and Danny set aside their differences and work together to address their problems and resolve their conflicts?

Yet the greatest uncertainty remains unanswered: Can Dan find redemption and reform for the misdeeds he committed in the past? Will he be able to regain his lost humanity and atone for all the evil actions he committed?

Dive into this captivating journey filled with humor, action, and a possible unexpected reconciliation. Discover what will unfold in this new world that will leave you astonished and your heart racing. Can the past be forgiven and the future be changed?"

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🌈Cover made by me, and credit to their respective artists for their incredible fanart and artwork 🌈

Some characters do not belong to me from Danny Phantom. 100% fanfiction by me and LADF universe ✨ Plagiarism is prohibited; it's written by LissaRizzo.

Fanart credit and creations belong to @izbubbles and Dan by @Krossan.

Jazz, Sam, and Tucker by @/Amethyst-ocean on DeviantArt. (I'm not very familiar with their other social media).

Theme will have a crossover of Nicktoons Unite, Danny Phantom and various characters that will come out as cameom. I hope you like it 👻💕

If you like them I can translate chapter 2 since it was written by me in Spanish but I will translate it. What do they say? My English may not be very good for everyone so tell me PLEASE 👻💚✨

[anomaliae]

cont. from here @amity-and-enmity

Lena felt a lump form in her throat the moment she spotted the file, though she remained unchanged. Her chin tilted slightly as she did her best to read the body language of the gentlemen she sat with. Dario always exuded an air of confidence, warranted or not. But the smirk plastered on his face wasn't typical for him. It was assured, certain. Like he got her on something she didn't even know she did. A brief glance at Sal revealed an eagerness and interest, though he didn't seem as wicked as Dario did. She didn't feel trapped just yet, but she sensed the room getting smaller around them.

Her fingers were pressed firmly to the glass as she took a much larger sip, momentarily afraid that the pressure would shatter the glass in her hands. She watched as impassively as she could as Dario flourished, her eyes darting to the pages, trying to make out her history as he flipped through. "I wouldn't expect anything less, sir," She replied clearly, though she had expected much less. The club didn't seem like a place to care too much about where the employees came from, as long as they did their job. That was partially why she took the gig in the first place.

Whether it was the alcohol or a sense of humiliation, Lena felt her face begin to burn. There was a sort of embarrassment she felt about her undergrad, especially when mentioned so off-handedly by someone she respected. Her credits were in purgatory, her place on campus filled in the years she had been out. The admissions board had sent her a letter; she could reapply, but her spot and scholarship were not ensured. She didn't doubt her ability to perform academically, but she wasn't the same girl they had accepted. It didn't feel like that anyway. She paused briefly at his question, prepared to sheepishly explain her past. But the file in his hands stopped her. Instead, she turned her gaze back to meet his. "If you need to ask that question, it isn't a very good background check." Lena spoke evenly, a gleam in her eye she couldn't help. She wasn't going to spill her sob story for someone who had her history in his hands.

[tastycitrus]

arle has doppelganger arle and ringo has poison ringo but amitie doesn't have an evil twin of her own

she should get one called enmity who is mean and rude to everyone as opposed to amitie being nice and friendly to everyone

[therapardalis]

"Really?" Thera asked off-handedly, most of her attention still on the room around them. She wasn't sure what would have been the issue with the smell of leaves, though the dampness and decay would havedone a number on the walls and floors, I don't suppose he said why?" It wasn't relevant to the case at hand, but she couldn't help but be a little curious. "Did he think he was re-enacting 'Bambi' or something?"

Or ... well, there might have been a few reasons that were actually legit, but she kept those to herself.

"'Expensive' as in, 'hiring someone to do it for them'? Or ... " Thera paused, sighed and pulled some latex gloves from her pocket. "I'm gonna go check the bathroom, see if there's any hint they used quicklime."

@therapardalis asked: ❛ only rich people can afford to be this filthy. ❜ [Amy]

She hummed under her breath. Amy's nose crinkled under the musty stench of soured alcohol and sting of blood. Though the room certainly smelled unpleasant, Amy had to shake her head. "I frequently encounter much worse. One man stuffed his home with decaying leaves." Nothing on those popular hoarder shows Foxy always brings up could prepare someone for that home.

"I suppose that finding them here suggests their bodies may be disposed of using a more expensive method."

[struckbylightningorsomething]

Peace comes after grace. For tranquillity of soul we must go to God, and He gives it by giving us His love and its gifts. There must be first peace with God that there may be peace from God. Then, when we have been won from our alienation and enmity by the power of the Cross, and have learned to know that God is our Lover, Friend, and Father, we shall possess the peace of those whose hearts have found their home; the peace of spirits no longer at war within — conscience and choice tearing them asunder in their strife; the peace of obedience, which banishes the disturbance of self-will; the peace of security shaken by no fears; the peace of a sure future across the brightness of which no shadows of sorrow nor mists of uncertainty can fall; the peace of a heart in amity with all mankind. So, living in peace, we shall lay ourselves down and die in peace, and enter "that country afar beyond the stars" where "grows the flower of peace."

A. Maclaren, D. D. "Paul to the Corinthians"

[toadeyes-miqote]

Prompt #30: Amity

Note – Closing off the Dreamless Sleep series. It went this far with only a few key scenes descriptions and general plot and one relative ending.

By now there was a rhythm to it. There would always be one Scion healer by her side to ease her pain. Even though there capable Sharlayan healers around for her usual care. Quirky as they are, this one duty both Thancred and G'raha had agree that it was better to have a Scion at hand. Mainly to give G'raha the chance to rest and put his mind at ease.

Urianger though being a healer of sorts had wisely stayed by Y'shtola's side to aid her the entire time. The others were wary that his strained relationship with the comatose Miqo'te might have the opposite effect instead. 

Nor does he wish to earn the enmity of Alisaie and Estinien were he to speculate on the silence of the fae allies and absence of friendly spirits or otherwise of the Aitiascope.

And thus they had made arrangement for Clemence and the young healer jumped at the chance to visit the city of knowledge.

There was a rhythm to it. As soon as her duties would allow, Tataru would visit daily to sit by Hylnyan's bedside to work on blood pearl charms. This time in the form of various pieces of jewellery to be dedicated to all if not whichever one of the gods that were watching over Hylnyan. Even to the Big One of the Namazu.

The thought had occurred that it was better not to leave out anyone however obscure or antagonistic their encounter with the godslayer. Hylnyan’s journal had been most useful for that. Clearly, she had favourites - The Lord of the Revels, Shiva and oddly her long standing rivalry with Garuda.

Of course, even the unforgettable Feo Ul was counted as a being of power. Their silence over summoning them for aid or not. But most of all to Nophica and Menphina who Hylnyan claim simple worship and to Halone who was thought to hate Hylnyan's guts for wreaking havoc upon her house of worship and traumatising a great number of her followers.

Even Hydaelyn and Zodiark were included. The irony of petitioning the gods to safeguard the wellbeing of a godslayer was not lost on them. 

There was a rhythm to it. Tataru talking to Hylnyan about this and that as she worked. Even Thancred and Alisaie does the same to keep her updated daily, even the reticent Estinien and friendly Clemence joined in with a quip or two.

“So you see. I know we’re not supposed to read your journal and stuff… so thanks for having a content page of sorts and bookmarking stuff for easy finding. So we only look through the section about the gods…. And I guess you’re okay with Thancred doing the reading since he’s the most discreet one of us all.” Realization hit Tataru for however weird that it might have sounded. There was a section marked about Ryne and he had enough control not go into that. “Wait no!!! Don’t think of it as we’re sacrificing Thancred to take brunt of your ire!!! That we thought it was safer for the rest of us as he’s not as likely to earn your anger….. I mean you both get along so well. And at one point we all thought you and he were… you know. But then… you know… And then all that happened and you know.” The rhythmic drone of her voice lulling even Clemence into a mediative state.

“You should have seen G’raha at the thought of holding himself back against asking anything more than beyond your encounters with the gods and kami of the Far East. There were bits that was sewn shut and we left those alone… Like we did most of your journal!!! We only looked under what you wrote for the gods!!! Do Ascians even count as Gods? That bit about Eden…”  

“Estinien ended up leaving the room when we got to Shiva… and he chose not come back in until we’re done with finding any and all beings of power that you might have encountered. You might want to have a talk with him to make him feel better.”

“But seriously…. The Big One? What jewelry does a fish even wear? Bismark I can understand. But can they even wear a bell like the Namazu does? I’m not expected to make a fish hook am I?” Tataru laughed absent mindedly.

“Don’t know…. You still owe me…. Blood pearl charm…earrings….” A raspy voice answered her. “You’ll have to wait, the last set I sew into your clothes were crushed--!!!  Hylnyan!!!”

“Ohh!!! Oh!!! Oh!!” Tataru was in a panic, Clemence woke in a start. “Thancred yes!!! Clemence keep an eye on her!!” Tataru ran off as quick as she could.

“Thancred!!!!” She called as loudly as she could when she reached outside. The trio of musicians and Estinein were at her side instantly instead. “It’s Hylnyan!!! Estinein get the twins and G’raha!!!! Get Ameliance!! Get Y’shtola and the chirugeons Quickly!!!!!!” Without asking more they rushed off to their tasks.

“Tataru!” His voice calmed her down a bit, she waved and turn back towards the room with him close at her heels.

Within, Clemence had helped Hylnyan into a sitting position and gave her some much needed water. The duo flew to her side, embracing her as tightly as they would dare. The worried call of Alisaie turn into joy as Estinien arrived, carrying each twin under his arms and G’raha slung over his shoulders. Soon others began to join them.

There was a rhythm to it. The blood pearl charms had brought Hylnyan safely home.

[freydis-freydat]

Marinus Bay was a momentary stop on the map as Freydis intended to carve out another path for herself in her increasingly wider world during what she anticipated would be a short stretch of stability after the fall of Aventia and triumph of safeguarding Haven. There was much to see, research, and explore far and wide across Lysara. She would study whatever artifacts she could uncover regarding Nintra Siotta in the Silverlands, seek out the the man known as Zagreus who had summoned herself and others to defend the wreckage of Hestia’s Cove, revisit the comforting presence of Sakkara in Trivia’s Cove, and navigate the puzzling landscape of the Feywilds again to piece together whatever she could from the Standing Stones and the druid Deimos. She had been told once that she seemed to take upon herself the burden of solving every problem in the world; this laundry list covered only her own self-serving curiosities and objectives.

But first, to assist in training the defenseless to become something fearsome. There was hardly a better tutor for this than the witcher in the center of the current sparring match. Torsten had been a force to be reckoned with since the first time Freydis had laid eyes on him. When she first met the witcher, both of them much younger and less proven than they were now, he had frightened her. Most witchers possessed an unyielding tenacity, a trained intensity that Freydis herself felt would never take home in her. She saw him as a duty-driven man with a singular focus and tunnel vision. As time ticked onward, she had come to know him as a dedicated countryman, a faithful first guard to the hand and newly minted high king Afshin, a dedicated protector of Iskaran civilians (well, most Iskaran civilians), and both a friend and confidant. But the last time she had spoken to him at any length, she had disclosed the threat of her tether to Nintra Siotta, and Torsten was no fool. He had intuited and pieced together his knowledge of the arcane to make many connections Freydis did not disclose to him directly. Now, she felt their relationship had become something cyclical, and he felt as much a mystery to her mind as he did those first days of their acquaintance with one another. Did he think she was a devil now? Soulless and irredeemable? Was she tainted and ruined in his mind?

All of this and more cycled endlessly through the little hamster wheel of her mind as she silently observed the witcher navigate the demonstration with expert skills until she was roused by the sound of a moniker she would have much preferred to abandon. For a moment, the world warped and her fight or flight instincts fought to win over her senses, the way they had time and time again when she had been routinely called to the sparring ring in a seemingly endless string of holmgangs. She recentered herself with a deep breath and stared across the pitch at Torsten. Was he goading her? Or did he lodge the title against her with the weight and intent of a genuine insult? After a beat or two of silence, wordlessly Freydis stepped forward and made her path toward Torsten, silently pulling on and situation her gauntlets. As she approached Torsten in the center of the makeshift ring, she studied his face for any indications of amity or enmity. 

Once in the center of the ring, Freydis glanced at the faces of all four men. Casually, yet intentionally, she tossed the long, thick rope of a braid of her golden hair over her shoulder. Those who knew the legend of Icefang would know the symbolism of her flowing golden mane which served as both trophy and timeline of her victories. Turning her head to one of the young children assisting in the lesson in their own small way she gestured at them to bring her one of the wooden practice swords, which she traded the child–a young girl chosen specifically–her Sword of Dreaming Valor for the wooden practice blade. “I should hate to see any more blood spill than what’s necessary,” she commented simply, her hazel eyes shifting from each of the four men to the next. A moment later, Glaceor found home on her left forearm, his chants of violence and fevered frenzy only just audible to Torsten. “Now,” she uttered, turning her eyes toward Torsten. “How shall we begin?”

@freydis-freydat location: Marinus Bay, Westreach notes: plot call for two characters who haven't interacted yet...

A witcher of ten years and a warrior for longer, Torsten stood in the training yard, his silvered sword gleaming in one hand and his mithril blade held lightly in the other. He'd pledged what he could to the defense of the Queendom with the hope of future returns, but while the refugees took to Marinus Bay, Torsten gathered what warriors were eager to learn and brought them to the training yard. Ymir's Spine was open again and Torsten often thought of the temple they'd found on the outskirts of Hrimthur's Wastelands. Fear is the mind-killer.

The guards and members of the warriors' guild encircled him, their practice weapons raised with determined grips. Torsten gave a small nod, signaling the three boldest to attack. Their hesitation lasted but a moment before they charged, their steps pounding across the dirt like an uneven drumbeat.

The first came straight on, aiming for a high slash to drive Torsten back. Torsten sidestepped fluidly, his mithril blade sweeping low to tap the man’s exposed ankle. “Overcommitted,” spinning to meet the second attacker, who lunged with a thrust aimed at his side. Torsten’s silvered sword snapped into a parry, the impact driving his opponent’s blade wide. He stepped into the guard’s personal space, his pommel striking the man’s wrist with precise force. “Grip too tight. You’ll exhaust yourself before the fight’s begun.” The man yelped, retreating as his weapon clattered to the ground.

The third warrior, bolder or perhaps foolhardier, swung in an arc meant to catch Torsten’s exposed back. Anticipating the move, Torsten pivoted, both blades flashing in unison. The silvered sword locked the attacker’s strike mid-swing, while the mithril blade darted forward, stopping just shy of his neck. “Telegraphed. Your footwork announced your attack long before your blade did.” He stepped back, lowering his weapons as all three men regrouped, faces flushed with exertion and frustration. “In battle, the one who keeps their stance steady while chaos rages has already won half the fight. ” He flicked the dust from his blades with an effortless flourish and motioned for the next group to step forward. "Adapt or die."

"Does the Jarl Icefang wish to provide a demonstration?" Torsten asked, in greeting he crossed a sword over his chest and gave her a light bow - if only to salt the wound a bit. Freydis had a reputation of her own now in Lysara: Jarl and Shieldmaiden, turned one who was taken, one who survived, and now perhaps something else entirely. He gestured around the crowd with his blade, encouraging those who'd come here to train the opportunity to step up before four, unsurprising, men came to stand within the ring. "Do you answer the challenge, Jarl?" Freydis was more than her title or reputation; he understood her preference, but the goad remained a point of interest for him.

[hyakilove129]

in English

well here are the versions of Francis and Zack in the owl house

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I chose Francis as Amiti and not Wadi since Francis is intelligent like Amity and he is sure to be the top 1 child just like her. He is also enmity and love.

En español

bueno aquí estan las versiones de Francis y zack en the owl house

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elegi a Francis como amiti y no a wadi ya que Francis es inteligente como amity y segura es el niño top 1 al igual que ella ademas es enemistad y amor

[acrxmxnal-archived]

Star/ @amity-and-enmity​ said:  ❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

“Probably shouldn’t say it but...good...because everyone else is....” His eyes diverted away from her and to the ground, a little over come with a wave of self consciousness. “Though I’m torn to say you should be at the same time.”

[anomaliae]

@amity-and-enmity

There was nothing that could've prepared Piper Cooper for the sheer number of bodies that buzzed into her home. So suddenly had the quiet, secluded log cabin she shared with her papa turned into something she could only liken to a wasps nest. Angry, buzzing figures dressed in hard exoskeletons kicked the door down.

Piper didn't know how she ended up cowering in the corner, shrinking in on herself as she helplessly watched the person she loved the most get shoved around and handled by this invasive species. She could barely understand their shouting, the words they spewed unfamiliar to her. She could sign and speak, but there were only so many words that were able to be taught by a father who left school young.

Lewis Cooper only met his daughter's eyes once before they took him away. Piper had gasped, words stuck in her throat. Instead, he offered her a weathered smile, exhausted from the guilt he had been carrying for years. He couldn't trust himself not to choke if he spoke, so, he signed. Be brave, bird. The bug pushing him towards the door finally saw her, the first one to see her. He spoke a word she did recognize. "Shit."

No one spoke much to her as they began to invade every nook and cranny in her home. She was sequestered at a table, stuck on an island as this tide came in and washed away all she knew. Someone told her to sit tight. She couldn't imagine sitting any other way as unfamiliar faces stomped around her, making her feel even smaller in her slight form. Eventually, there was a man. He wasn't a wasp, dressed in something much softer than the others. He reminded her more of a buck. Tall and intimidating, but not someone who wanted to hurt her. Her mouth remained pressed in a firm line, some tears welling in the corners of her eyes as she stared at him, much like a deer herself.