#geap

[thebirdthedog]

the Geap You Neep.

[sanewshimachal]

सेहतमंद अंगूर: जानिए इसके 4 खास फायदे और सावधानियां

[lohotine]

Hiii can i please request a yandere elder farie where reader escapes and she gets far but not far enough from the farie kingdom and she’s try’s to make it out of the farie forest.

I swear I almost say butterfly kingdom every time 😭 please and thank you

AN: Alright, bet. Btw time is set to before beast yeast arc but after white lily leaves for the banquet

Yan! Elder Faerie x Reader

Oneshot

Warnings: Yandere, slight guilt tripping

-Snared Lily-

At last, you have finally attained freedom.

Leaves ruslte as you tussle through the forest. It's dark aside from the feint light of the moon. For the first time in a long time, all is silent. There are no birds calling, and there is no wind. The only thing you can hear are your own steps, echoing emptily through the dark forest.

He, who you dare not name, is nowhere to be seen.

After such a long time of being stuck in a cage, you may now flourish among the rest.

"Ah, there you are my little fae," said a voice from behind you.

You began to run just a bit faster, feeling your freedom the closest it's ever been since he began isolating you.

Today may finally be joyous.

You froze, feeling your heart beat just a bit faster.

"You worried me so much when you just disappeared like that! I looked everywhere for you, dearest." He grabbed your wrist and spun you around so you were facing him.

Elder Faerie's eyes were soft, just as his voice was, but you could tell he wasn't pleased. Behind those serene eyes was a glint of silent fury.

Instinctively, you pulled away from him. Your foot landed onto the ground behind you, the leaves rustling with the abrupt landing.

"Why do you run, little fae, when all I do is to protect you?" His hands geaped around yours and he pulled you close to him.

So, is this it? You're just going to go back with him and leave behind your freedom?

"No no no no no! Let me go!" You struggled against his grasp, yet to no avail. You fighting against him was quite pathetic and insignificant.

Elder Faerie was unmoving, and he let out a small sigh. "Come on my love, there are many dangers in the nighttime forest. Let's return to the kingdom."

"No! I'm not going back!" You shouted, still attempting to escape him.

Then, he'd look to with a peculiar look in his eyes. They seemed quiet sullen, yet there was something dark about it.

"I can't let you leave, or you may wither away, just as she once did. I simply cannot allow another one that I hold dear to me to become harmed."

He'd gaze absent mindedly to the side.

"Even if you do not understand it now, know that everything I do is to keep you safe. So please, let me protect you." He tucked a stray strand of your hair behind your ear with gentle fingers and began to lead you back to the kingdom again.

You had almost tasted freedom. You could almost have been carried away by the wind, yet you were returning to that golden cage.

You understood it well; that if you were to leave just as she once did, it would ruin him.

He loved you very dearly, and though you hated to admit it, you also loved him deep down.

So here you were, now returning to become a snared Lily.

Nothing but a beautiful object that yearns to return to the soil.

[se-nben]

*throws erisol art at you because like 🔥🔥*

Their eating my brain their eating it their having a full course meal with seconds maybe even thriceses. A whole ass long table like on eof those fancy people who have relationship problems. Holding their pinky up when drinking the geape juice. That type of feast. Their savoring each fucking bite dude i can feel my brain rot over time from how long their taking to really capture that flavor. What im saying is that erisol is eating away at my brain

[mystical-sunshine]

AUUUGHHHHOM HAVING AN IDENTITY CRISIS I TOLD LIL SIS ILL MAINLY GO BY XE/HE BUT IM FEELING LIKE A GIRLY GIRL TODAY I WANNA GO BY SHE/HER TODAY AHAUAJSBDBBDCBNCNC OH MY GEAPES IMG ONNA EXPLO DE

[flyawaybefreeiloveyougoodbye]

Omg frozen geapes so disgustang something about them makes me pukes

[jobskenyaplace]

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PROVISION OF CONSULTANCY SERVICES FOR PRODUCTION OF PROGRAMME DOCUMENTARIES.

MICRO ENTERPRISES SUPPORT PROGRAMME TRUST (MESPT) TENDER FEBRUARY 2024  EXPRESSION OF INTEREST PROVISION OF CONSULTANCY SERVICES FOR PRODUCTION OF PROGRAMME DOCUMENTARIES. INTRODUCTION MESPT seeks eligible firms to provide consultancy services for producing documentaries and case stories related to the GEAP Programme, capturing the impact and milestones of its interventions. MESPT is a key…

[aeternum-ablaze]

The Scientist

P1:Ch1-The Blood Soaked Powers of Governance DRAFT

Genre: Fiction | Sci-fi | Fantasy | Mystery

Summary: A scientist long ago created superpowers, motivations unknown. What is known is that that that scientist was assassinated and government agents or super heroes now exist. But what happened to get to this point.

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The world isn’t black or white. The world isn’t simply good or evil. It’s grey. It’s dark, it's light. There’s night and there’s day. The world is a spectrum of everything similar to color. Though it seems easy to think on a spectrum of monotonous shades and morals, it isn’t that easy in actuality.

And there isn’t only ever one or two sides of a story, sometimes it affects many more than that.

Powers haven’t always existed but like most inventions and things new for their time, the secret to them was discovered by a scientist. An eccentric scientist looking to improve ways of life and to bring alive childhood wishes…a wish that seemed to be their downfall and the downfall of society.

The Genetic Enhancement Ability Project (GEAP),The beginnings of powers, and the end of peace, created by a scientist, and documented by an author, known by the alias of Mr. Grey.

The scientist’s true name, lost in history and erased by society. Though many had heard the rumors of his existence, isolated from society, eccentric, and caught up in fantasy. He had performed all sorts of devious experiments, ethicality not mattering to him. He did what he wanted, consequences be damned. This all led to GEAP. The project being said to have killed dozens if not hundreds before the scientist was apprehended.

GEAP theorized that one could gain unnatural abilities by enhancing certain genes and by artificially editing certain genes, to create something that worked with humans and enhanced their natural abilities into supernatural abilities, in turn essentially making superpowers. Based on some leaked notes from the original experiment, he had believed most would have different abilities with everyone's genes being slightly different from each other.

But that was also what the Government had said, from the rumors about him they spread. Who knew if it could be trusted. But it definitely wasn’t all that had been going on.

There were few sources on the Scientist, there was only really what the government deemed ok, but that wasn’t the whole story. Everyone knew it couldn’t be the whole story.

There was a book though… the one thing the government had lacked on censoring since they put a stop to all printing presses. Everyone had overlooked books for so long, looking for everything they wanted on their electronic connections to the archives. But there were many things that hadn’t been archived and simply forgotten.

But this book, it had been made by someone said to be close to the scientist, many just called them The Author or Mr. Grey, they had lived nearby and wrote about him… Some readers of the book rumored that the author and the scientist were actually close to each other, all others said that the author killed the scientist, betraying his trust and leaking the information of his experiment to the government then published the book as an atonement of their sins. The book had even described the day the scientist had been killed…

Very few copies of the book had been sold and distributed before the government banned and burned the books they could get ahold of. but those that remained had passed from hand to hand, spreading between some people. Kept quiet from the government, a well kept secret.

But how long could something actually be kept from the government, for the scientist, it had only been one year. One year of research till he had been executed, his blood splattered through his lab and over his notes.

His research, apprehended.

Most believed he had been ratted out, that someone had heard about his research and went out of their way and told the government. Most believed that it was the Author who told them.

But was that the real story?

What was real? What was falsified? What was propaganda?

It’s believed by some that the world ended the day the government produced the first genetically modified soldiers…

Truly the world ended the day [REDACTED] was murdered.

[drrafaelcm]

Negado recurso de sindicato contra aumento de 37,55% da Geap em 2016

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[fragariavescana]

Wrætlic is þes wealstan, wyrde gebræcon; burgstede burston, brosnað enta geweorc. Hrofas sind gehrorene, hreorge torras, hrungeat berofen, hrim on lime,

scearde scurbeorge scorene, gedrorene, ældo undereotone. Eorðgrap hafað waldend wyrhtan forweorone, geleorene, heardgripe hrusan, oþ hund cnea werþeoda gewitan. Oft þæs wag gebad

ræghar ond readfah rice æfter oþrum, ofstonden under stormum; steap geap gedreas. Wonað giet se ...num geheapen, fel on grimme gegrunden

scan heo... ...g orþonc ærsceaft ...g lamrindum beag mod mo... ...yne swiftne gebrægd hwætred in hringas, hygerof gebond

weallwalan wirum wundrum togædre. Beorht wæron burgræced, burnsele monige, heah horngestreon, heresweg micel, meodoheall monig dreama full, oþþæt þæt onwende wyrd seo swiþe.

Crungon walo wide, cwoman woldagas, swylt eall fornom secgrofra wera; wurdon hyra wigsteal westen staþolas, brosnade burgsteall. Betend crungon hergas to hrusan. Forþon þas hofu dreorgiað,

ond þæs teaforgeapa tigelum sceadeð hrostbeages hrof. Hryre wong gecrong gebrocen to beorgum, þær iu beorn monig glædmod ond goldbeorht gleoma gefrætwed, wlonc ond wingal wighyrstum scan;

seah on sinc, on sylfor, on searogimmas, on ead, on æht, on eorcanstan, on þas beorhtan burg bradan rices. Stanhofu stodan, stream hate wearp widan wylme; weal eall befeng

beorhtan bosme, þær þa baþu wæron, hat on hreþre. þæt wæs hyðelic. Leton þonne geotan ofer harne stan hate streamas un...

...þþæt hringmere hate þær þa baþu wæron. þonne is ...re; þæt is cynelic þing, huse ...... burg....

🙚 🙚 🙘 🙘

Wondrous is this wall-stead, wasted by fate. Battlements broken, giant’s work shattered. Roofs are in ruin, towers destroyed, Broken the barred gate, rime on the plaster,

walls gape, torn up, destroyed, consumed by age. Earth-grip holds the proud builders, departed, long lost, and the hard grasp of the grave, until a hundred generations of people have passed. Often this wall outlasted,

hoary with lichen, red-stained, withstanding the storm, one reign after another; the high arch has now fallen.

The wall-stone still stands, hacked by weapons, by grim-ground files. ...

Mood quickened mind, and the mason, skilled in round-building, bound the wall-base,

wondrously with iron. Bright were the halls, many the baths, High the gables, great the joyful noise, many the mead-hall full of pleasures. Until fate the mighty overturned it all.

Slaughter spread wide, pestilence arose, and death took all those brave men away. Their bulwarks were broken, their halls laid waste, the cities crumbled, those who would repair it laid in the earth. And so these halls are empty,

and the curved arch sheds its tiles, torn from the roof. Decay has brought it down, broken it to rubble. Where once many a warrior, high of heart, gold-bright, gleaming in splendour, proud and wine-flushed, shone in armour,

looked on a treasure of silver, on precious gems, on riches of pearl... in that bright city of broad rule. Stone courts once stood there, and hot streams gushed forth, wide floods of water, surrounded by a wall,

in its bright bosom, there where the baths were, hot in the middle. Hot streams ran over hoary stone

into the ring

i. The Wanderer (anonymous Old English poem ca. 9th-10th century; trans. A.S. Kline)

ii. Maffeo Vegio, Book XIII of the Aeneid, 1428, trans. Michael Putnam

iii. J.R.R. Tolkien, The Two Towers, 1954

[rollercoaster59]

3 couldrin geape

[feapandgunger]

FEAP GEAP

[tannedsince2004]

i really think karma ko na ini. pero kayano? nagtrust manla ak dati, naging fair manla ak dati, akala ko kasi amot right buhaton which is mao man talaga pero dili gayan. sala ko gayan geap. up to this point, nangangalkal la geap ako kun kayano, kayano natabo adto. KAYANO LORD?

kun babalikon la dati. dapat ba bumuot nala ak? igisolate ko la tak self ha mga tawo?

[meerca]

geape juice