#zephyr-relics

[gildedfeathers]

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[leastgayphightingphan]

man the kinflicker to actual kin is so real thats me with fucking engineer rn :D

engineer? like the class from hit roblox game randomly generated droids? /j

it do be like that tho. I'm pretty sure at least one of my other kins started as a flicker but i'm nnnot sure which one exactly lol

[fujii-draws]

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Summary: As a zephyr of light wind passed the cloaked wraith. The bustling, lively sounds and sights of Treasure town are unable to capture his attention. For the Gripper Pokémon was too busy tending to a certain pup, gently resting in his arms.

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‘Riolu, Emanation Pokémon’

‘It is a widely known fact that riolu’s have a tendency to curl up and nestle into Pokémon they fully trust. Though, a rare phenomenon, seeing as they can sense one’s intentions. You’d be lucky to have one of them even remotely tolerate you.’

…

…It’d been text from a book Dusknoir had picked up recently out of morbid curiosity, mainly as to figure out why a certain young aura pup with him had been so… needy. Suffice to say, the answer he’d gotten did not disappoint, feeling a great sense of pride, and fondness swelling deep inside his chest.

“Mmmn…”

Speaking of…

…An Aura pokémon had been slumbering peacefully on the ghost-type for the past hour or so— having curled himself into a tiny ball on Dusknoir’s scarred chest. It was a foreign feeling. Yet it endeared the specter to the riolu. The cloaked ghost could feel the small aura pup’s breathing, as well as his little heart, beating rhythmically within his small body.

Rather than picking up the boy and letting him lay on the grass… Dusknoir had kept him close. Even going as far as to take extra precautionary measures ensuring the young pup had been comfortable. The Gripper Pokémon’s giant hand reached for the Relic fragment and red scarf wrapped around his yellow neck fur—gently loosening it with his index finger and thumb. Before placing it on the soft patch of grass.

It was a strange feeling, having something barely as big as Dusknoir’s hand, peacefully dozing on him without a single hint of fear …If anything, he’d assumed his imposing stature would scare the riolu away. But seeing the pup like this… it made the ghost-type feel serene. Dare he goes far as to say a little delighted, especially when putting into consideration the circumstances around it.

Normally the riolu would be working himself a mile-a-minute, having been too anxious to rest for even a second with the dreaded ‘Time Gear thief’ on the loose. Everyone at the guild, including his own Eevee partner, had begged for the Riolu to calm down. To rest. That Grovyle would be captured in due time… yet to no avail. So to see the young, agitated Pokémon… finally having a moment of peace… It had made Dusknoir slightly protective of the Riolu, wanting to ensure that the poor, young pup got his much needed rest.

Any Treasure Town residents that had passed the two Pokémon had been met with a simple nod of acknowledgement, or finger hovering under his red and gold eye in a ‘shushing’-like motion. He’d sometimes even glare at certain Pokémon who were being obnoxiously loud. Which usually did the trick. But every single time, the ghost-type’s attention would fall back to the little pup.

“Mmn… nngh…”

Aimilios had let out a tiny yawn, before shifting to sleep on his other side. Dusknoir found himself smiling towards this small action, gently reaching his massive hand towards the riolu.

“Tired little one, aren’t you..?” Dusknoir hummed, petting his fur gently.

“..Mhm..” Aimilios unconsciously responded with his eyes closed. He yawns, before nuzzling into the ghost even further.

“I see.” Dusknoir chuckles out, responding humorfully towards the riolu’s… clearly concise response.

The sleepy aura pup used his tiny paws to hold onto Dusknoir— His equally small tail and knees curling in an admittedly endearing attempt to hide from the cold. That’d go without even mentioning the momentary twitching of his ears— all of which endeared the cloaked ghost-type even further towards the riolu.

He bellows a chuckle, continuing to pet the fighting-type with his large hand— humming to himself. Dusknoir continued to watch over the riolu fondly, securing the small fighting-type safe in his arms— offering warmth as he continued to watch him idly with a half-lidded eye. As the pup held onto Dusknoir unconsciously… he couldn't help but wonder where his trust in the ghost-type spawn from so quickly…?

Despite his positive reputation as “The Great Dusknoir '' perceiving him, aswell as saving him and Ribbons from Amp plains… he knew just how easily frightened Aimilios was. Especially considering the reputation and intimidating features ghost-types are known for… and that’s without touching upon the sizable differences compared to the pup. It played a small factor in why Aimilios evaded him and his affections in the beginning.

Dusknoir knew his hand alone was probably big enough to equal that of the riolu’s body size- it wouldn’t be difficult to snuff the life out of him with a single, bone-crushing grip— to simply be done with his mission.

And yet.

“……”

…There Aimilios was, gingerly sleeping on the ghost-type after a long, somewhat uneventful day.

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Just an hour ago, the Gripper Pokémon had been reading under a shaded tree, wanting to take in the world of the past as much as possible before his inevitable return to the dark, bleak future that had awaited him. It was… a nice and rare leisurely pass time for the ghost; Dusknoir wanted to savor every bit of it. Especially with the even rarer moments of free time where he could put the celebrity facade to rest. It came to a halt however, the wraith catching the slightest hint of blue in the corner of his eye.

“Hm..?”

A frozen riolu, who’d been staring at Dusknoir from afar. It was rather obvious he was trying to muster up the courage to interact with the ghost-type. With a smile, Dusknoir decided to invite the riolu over— humming with a nod.

Off in the distance, Aimilios… clearly wasn’t expecting an offer from the famous Dusknoir to come sit with him. Judging from how caught off-guard he’d been. The cloaked specter only chuckled at the riolu doing a double-take; looking both ways before pointing to himself. He’d almost yelped when he saw Dusknoir signaling him over, giving him the go to come near… It felt almost unreal to the fighting-type. Trying to hide his fear, (and excitement), Aimilios awkwardly shuffles his way towards the Great explorer.

…At first it’d been rather quiet; with Dusknoir reading and Aimilios staring up at the sky, with the occasional, unsubtle glimpse of the book the ghost-type had been reading. Dusknoir didn’t mind however, pretending to not notice the riolu’s obvious interest. Not wanting to put the riolu on the spot so suddenly.

He allowed the curious pup to peer over his shoulder, pretending to be oblivious to the riolu’s excitement. It was until Aimilios piped up with the tiniest, excited bark; pointing at one of the passages the cloaked specter had skimmed, that he finally acknowledged the riolu. Aimilios almost immediately apologized for the outburst, (almost as formally as Dusknoir, which humored the ghost-type.) but Dusknoir only raised an eyebrow, shifting the book closer to make it easier for the both of them to read.

“O-oh!-“ Aimilios stuttered. “I’m sorry Mr. Dusknoir, sir! I didn’t mean t-to—!”

“No no, by all means!” Dusknoir boisterously spoke, shaking his head. “I’d quite enjoy your company. It was beginning to get rather quiet.”

The large ghost-type smiled warmly, the wrinkles in his eye folding up. Dusknoir preferred silence— but he’d added in that last bit to ease the riolu’s nerves— curious to see more of this side of Aimilios.

The ghost patted the patch of grass, signaling Aimilios to sit near him. He awkwardly scoots over— falling strangely silent once more… but with a little reassurance and time, the aura pup had started to wag his tail, excitedly pointing from passage-to-passage with enthusiasm. Not only eagerly asking the ghost-type questions about certain things within the book, but also explaining passages to him… displaying his sharp-wit and intellect despite his younger age.

Aimilios’s brightness and eagerness to learn, mesmerized Dusknoir, to put it lightly. He’d never seen this side to the riolu before, despite hearing from Ribbons— his smaller, more louder Eevee partner, plenty of times. Which piqued Dusknoir’s interest, but he never quite got to see it.

…Not until now that is.

Dusknoir had always assumed from their first interaction that he’d done something to upset the Riolu. A miscalculation, perhaps. What he hadn’t accounted, was for the small child to pick up on some of his mannerisms. Psychoanalyzing the large revenant with terrifying accuracy. Something Aimilios stopped doing when he felt the renowned explorer staring at him for a little too long.

The cloaked revenant felt a shift in the fighting-type’s demeanor when Aimilios read his aura for the very first time; around when they conversed at the Kelceon Market, to be more specific. Going from a soft-spoken, yet starry-eyed pup… into a more uncomfortable, timid form— hiding behind his smaller partner. He saw this same, apprehensive look in the Riolu’s eye when they were on the beach. Where Dusknoir had insisted that he ‘unfortunately’ didn’t have any information to spare regarding his Eevee partner’s memory. The wraith sensed Aimilios’s sudden want to leave when he presumably absorbed the nauseating aura radiating from him.

This… admittedly somewhat saddened the large ghost-type. He didn’t understand why he seeked the small aura pup’s acquiescence the way he did. But it hurt to see the aura pup’s blood pressure spike whenever he’d gotten near. Perhaps… because of how terrified and shy Aimilios was… he reminded the battle-scarred phantom of himself when he was a meek Duskull.

Compared to his partner, who he seemed to already have wrapped around his finger, it was clear to the cloaked specter how much more patience and maintenance the riolu required. Being extra cautious and kind around the fragile pup. Making himself out to be approachable as possible as he sought out the young fighting-type. Taking priority in the riolu’s as he took him under his wing, personally training and educating the young pup. In one-on-one sessions together.

It didn’t take long for the rest of Treasure town to see the clear special treatment he’d been giving the Riolu. Ribbons were also an exception, but it was clear how much less tense and strict the Great Dusknoir had become around the Aura Pokémon.

He’d greeted other Pokémon in the township rather professionally, but when Aimilios had approached and tugged on his cloak sheepishly. It felt as if the ghost-type became an entirely different Pokémon— floating closer to the ground and extending careful hands towards the pup as he warmly greeted him.

Though the majority of his kindness had been fabricated towards the beginning…Dusknoir’s gestures slowly grew to be more genuine. It was indescribable. To see the timid riolu slowly grow more comfortable around him. Whether it’d been a small smile, or watching as the small Pokémon reached for his large hand. Curling his black mittened paw over his finger as the pup rambled on about what he was previously telling the now endeared specter. Holding his paw back with a gentle squeeze.

Aimilios looked happy merely seeing another Pokémon take him and his interests seriously. Dusknoir couldn’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment, being able to aid in breaking the riolu out of his shell. The pup had gone on and on… to the point of tuckering himself out. Hoho…

…Eventually leading to where they were now in the present. Finding the same, reticent aura pup… sleeping comfortably on him. Dusknoir’s cloak tendrils curl around in a protective barrier at the mere sight alone. Dusknoir simply watched over Aimilios as he continued to cling onto him like a baby Komala... It was a sight the Gripper Pokémon had been taking in for the past hour.

“Nghh…”

The Gripper Pokémon observed quietly as Aimilios woke up—in the form of a little stretch whilst yawning, smacking his lips. The fighting-type rubbed his eyes open, whirling his head left and right—looking as if he’d been trying to figure out which continent he was on. Humoring the wraith quite a bit.

“This…” Aimilios groggily begins. “…isn’t the guild…”

Dusknoir’s stomach maw parted slightly, letting out a low, rumbling chuckle at the now awakening Riolu. Aimilios’s eyes drift upwards, squinting at the source of the noise… only to find himself on top of the gargantuan wraith’s chest.

“No, I do not believe it to be so either.” The gargantuan wraith lightly jokes.

“D-Dusknoir..?!” He exclaimed, staring up at the cloaked ghost-type that’d been holding him for the past hour, his tail frizzing out visibly as his ears and black appendages perked up.

“Good afternoon, Aimilios.“ Dusknoir chuckled out in a playful wit, continuing to lightly tease the young riolu.

“W-why am I here..?! Did I..?” Aimilios frantically sputtered. He nearly leapt off the dusknoir; his paws hoisting his upper body as he continued to whip his head left and right. Interrupting Dusknoir with his frenzied panic.

“…Aimilios?” Dusknoir had stopped smiling at this point, his worry increasing from the Riolu’s frantic movement. “Please, try to calm down— I don’t understand-“

“O-oh no— oh no no no—!“ Aimilios holds his paws on his face in disbelief; red pupils shrink as more and more intrusive thoughts fill the aura pup’s mind— “I didn’t mean to—!”

“Aimilios.”

…Dusknoir admittedly felt horrible, slightly raising his voice towards the panicking riolu. But it was the only way he could stop whatever train of thought Aimilios was having right in its tracks.

“Just slow down.” He cuts the terrified aura pup off, stroking his face with his huge, scarred thumb. Calming the small riolu. His words prove effective, seeing as Aimilios froze completely per Dusknoir’s request. He continues to pet the riolu, trying to calm the little one down.

“I…”

“…It’s quite alright.” He says, already have forgiven the young fighting-type— his soft smile not leaving his face. “Now… Did you rest well?”

Aimilios stares wide eyed, almost bewildered by the ghost’s question. After a couple of seconds have passed, he coyly looks away, nodding slightly with the tiniest ‘mhm.’

Another low chuckle.

“I'm glad to hear.”

Despite this, Aimilios looks away from the giant wraith, almost ashamed of his actions. Dusknoir’s expression contorts to that of slight worry.

“…What troubles you?” The large specter asks, his head slightly tilting in confusion at the riolu’s movements.

“Wh-why didn’t you wake me up…?”

“Pardon..?” Dusknoir eye widens slightly. Aimilios breaking away eye contact as he does.

“…W-With all due respect Dusknoir sir..!-“ Aimilios yelps. “Y-You could’ve just told me to leave you alone…! You didn’t have to wait that entire time just for me to w-wake up..!”

Ah.

“You looked peaceful.” Dusknoir calmly stated. “I did not intend to disturb you.”

“Wh?- Why not..!?” Aimilios shouts near the end, covering his mouth with his paws towards his outburst. The riolu now having gotten the ghost-type’s full attention, who looked down towards the young Pokemon in concern.

“Was there something you were planning to do today?” Dusknoir woes. “Forgive me, Aimilios. If I had known, I would have—

“That’s not it..!”

“Then… what is?” Dusknoir had sat up more straightly at this point; giving his full, undivided attention to the terrified riolu. The ghost-type’s expression is filled with concentration; traces of worry added into the mix.

“Excuse me for my bluntness… but… I don’t quite understand what you’re trying to tell me.”

Aimilios looks bewildered at the last part of Dusknoir’s sentence.

“I-I mean-..! You’re the Dusknoir..!” Aimilios exclaims. Gesturing to the ghost with both of his paws stretched out. “You’re the world renowned explorer of the Grass-continents..! You probably had a bunch of important work you could’ve been doing…!”

Dusknoir’s expression shifts slightly.

“…You didn’t have to wait on a nobody like me…” Aimilios pouts. “I-I would’ve gotten out of your way if you’d just told me-“

Aimilios is cut off rather abruptly by the cloaked ghost. He feels himself suddenly being cradled against the phantom’s body. His cloaking wrapped all around the grass and riolu in a protective, outer ring. Dusknoir makes quiet shushing noises in an attempt to soothe the little riolu. Aimilios feels his stress slowly evaporate the longer he’s held. The young fighting-type shuts his eyes as he sinks a little into the soft, dark-gray like flesh.

“Is that all..?”

“…”

“Aimilios.” Dusknoir began softly, yet with assuredness in his words. “You need not worry about how I spend my time. Whether it be work, job requests, or even to sign autographs.” He inhales a deep breath, before sighing melancholically. “That being said…”

The Gripper Pokémon rubs the side of his face with his large thumb in circular motions in an attempt to console the self-deprecating Riolu. He cups the riolu’s face with his large, battle-scarred palms, making certain that the young boy was looking at him when he says his next words. “I wished to spend my time with you. I wanted to be here, regardless of whatever duties I could have been attending to.”

Aimilios looks up at Dusknoir with his glassy eyes. His words getting through to him once more.

“So rest… I won’t be going anywhere, lest you request me to.”

“……” The riolu stares at the ghostly giant for quite some time. Bewildered by the sheer authenticity of his words. All while the same, soft expression never leaving his eye. Aimilios was trying to find a hint of irony or perhaps even cruel sarcasm… but all he sees is Dusknoir’s real and faux, gold eyes. Smiling softly.

“Y-You mean it…?”

“I do.”

“And…” Aimilios stutters “Y-you don’t mind…?”

Dusknoir brings the riolu closer to him.

“Not one bit.”

“………okay.” Aimilios mumbled, barely audible, but just loud enough for Dusknoir to hear. He sees Aimilios no longer fighting to keep his eyes open. Dusknoir softly smiles once more. He watches Aimilios shifting around to get more comfortable— balling both of his little paws into fists. The Riolu huddles into himself once more. Something in the riolu’s chest twinges with a warm feeling when he sees Dusknoir gathering him closer into his arms… Aimilios smiles at Dusknoir one last time— before returning to his sleep. Being held gently by the large figure watching over him.

“…Comfortable?”

A nod, Aimilios willingly allowing himself to go limp in Dusknoir’s embrace. The ghost-type feels the young riolu smiling.

“I’m glad to hear it.” A large, gentle finger reaches to move the black appendage covering Aimilios’s face. He stared fondly at the aura pup, who was now finally allowing himself to be vulnerable around Dusknoir… the ghost’s mind wanders back to the book he’d been reading. About how difficult it was to gain the trust of a Pokémon such as Aimilios, considering their built-in lie-detector in aura sensing… and how much trust he put in Dusknoir.

“…...” a slight shadow fell over the ghost’s face as more sinister, deadpan expression twisted in the specter’s eye— looking away from Aimilios.

How it pained him knowing soon that Aimilios would come to realize how foolish he’d been, trusting a deceptive Pokémon such as himself.

But for now…He’d indulge in this moment… he’ll take in the scene laying right before him. Of when Aimilios still trusted in him. He’ll carry out this meaningless delusion… just a little longer.

“Rest well…little stalwart…” Dusknoir hummed softly. Gazing at the Aura Pokémon once more with the same fondness he’d been looking at him since he’d first slept. His cloak wisps and surrounds the small fighting-type— swaying and curling in-tune with the ghost’s emotions towards Aimilios. The time for their confrontation will come, but for now…

…He’ll keep Aimilios happy.

For as much time as he has left.

…

Dusknoir stayed true to his word as he held the small riolu until sundown. Orange-pink skies were now replaced with a star-filled night overhead. A black, yet beautiful tranquility fell upon the town and its residents as the revenant took in the majestic view. Nights in the present were eons better in comparison to the empty future.

The ghost-type’s attention is promptly stolen by the young pup, sleeping gently in his arms. A small bit of warmth from the aura pokemon leaked into his chest from the time spent cradling him. Keeping the little one from freezing with insulation. But it was clear from the way Aimilios began shivering that his thin fur coat wasn’t enough to brace the elements.

“Let’s get you somewhere warm, shall we?” The cloaked revenant spoke to the unconscious aura pup, still smiling at the sight.

Dusknoir grabbed the Relic Fragment and red scarf laying on the patch soft grass. Now holding the riolu’s belongings in his fist, the revenant begins departing onwards, floating straight to Wigglytuff’s guild.

…

He was aware of the curfew set for guild members. Primed of the knowledge thanks to a certain nosy brown fox. Dusknoir really had to speak with Ribbons’ snooping activities, especially regarding her guildmates’ personal journals. The ghost-type floated stealthily by the perched bird. Sparing the aura pup from a harsh scolding that would have awaited him in the morning.

The giant specter floated silently past the other guildmates’ rooms through the narrow hallway. He noticed Aimilios grimacing in his sleep as they went by Loudred’s room. Which Dusknoir empathized with as soon as he heard the same, ear-splitting snore roaring from within. It’s no wonder the poor boy hadn’t gotten any sleep.

Upon entering Team Hope’s dormitory, Dusknoir is greeted with the sight of a slumbering Eevee. Laying flat on her back with her maw agape— drool dripping from the side of her mouth. If her hind legs twitching was any to go by— It was clear the Eevee was dreaming about… something. What that was could be anyone’s guess, Dusknoir internally chuckled to himself. Her snores, while not as loud as her purple companion, were… unnatural to say the least. Sighing heavily, the cloaked wraith hovers over Aimilios's haybed. But stops himself halfway.

Almost hesitant to let go.

Between the Riolu and his vixen partner, physical contact with the young Eevee was much, much more common. Ribbons would almost always be located somewhere around his body— mainly his ruffs. Dusknoir thoroughly enjoyed her company, despite her complete disregard for personal space.

Then there was the Riolu, who was the complete opposite.

Any attempts made at getting physically closer to the riolu were met with shy declines. Most of which, we’re always laced with a hint of fear, looking up at the ghost type before backing away slowly. Which the Gripper Pokémon understood. It was a given, afterall. Ghost-types we’re not known for their positive reputation or welcoming looks. Even if Aimilios was starstruck— he would only retreat from Dusknoir at the very last second.

So when the aura pup finally felt comfortable enough to not only climb on his stomach to better study the book he’d been skimming. But to fall asleep right on his chest…?

It felt almost sacred.

…

After moments of contemplation, the hesitant wraith gently placed the young Pokémon down. The Riolu didn’t make it any easier on the elder ghost-type, who kept clinging onto him as he tried to let go. Once detached from Aimilios, Dusknoir floats back the way he came. Not before taking one, final glance towards the sleeping pup.

[g5mlp]

Two preview pages for IDW G5 My Little Pony: The Storm of Zephyr Heights issue 2 have been revealed on Apple Books!

It will be released on October 30th, 2024.

Synopsis: "The world of Generation Four collides with the ponies of Generation Five as Cloudsdale threatens to crash into Zephyr Heights and cause an eternal winter! Only Princess Zipp and her Mane 6 can stop the kingdom from falling (literally)!

After the torrential winds and snow force the Pegasi to seek refuge in the castle, our heroes split up to solve this raging mystery!

As Princess Zipp and the other flyers push forward to find the cause of the storm, the grounded ponies discover an airborne relic of the past in need of a little rescue! As their discoveries push our characters closer together, they also trigger more questions about the past...and the ponies' futures!"

Writer: Jeremy Whitley Artist: Kate Sherron

Cover A: Justasuta Cover B: Mauro Fonseca

[dualumina]

A Quick Full Guide for getting Gold in

Lowland Shore: Harvest Shore Salmon Run!

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Update! So it's been brought to our attention that the race event, has a significantly longer timer to achieve gold than the adventure does, assuming you show up right before the race starts.

It's possible this is a bug, so it might be patched out in the coming future. It's also possible that Anet will change the gold requirements to be less strict (we've never heard of this happening before, but who knows.)

Either way, at the time of editing this (September 7th 2024) the below guide still applies for the adventure!

Further update: The latest GW2 update actually added extra time to qualify for Gold, so you may not need all the expensive gear to achieve it. If you're still struggling, pre-booning will still offer a decent headstart, even if some class traits might not work in fish form.

Best of luck out there, fellow salmon! 🐟

Before even starting the race, you'll need the right stuff to have a chance of succeeding.

Equipment:

Get at least 1 or 2 of Bowl of Orrian Truffle and Meat Stew

Equip 6 Superior Runes of Speed

Equip a Relic of Speed

Build:

There are several things you'll want on your build to make your life as painless as possible.

Adrenaline Regeneration

Vigor Source

Movement Speed Increase

Pre-Race Boons

The main boons you want to give yourself are Swiftness, Vigor, Quickness/Alacrity, and Superspeed. Other boons may or may not be necessary depending on your class.

As you may have noticed, this is all stuff available on an Engineer (Mechanist with Tools and Alchemy trait lines). Because that's the class we decided to first try this race on.

Thankfully we're feeling generous, so here are the best builds for all other 8 classes. Usually there's only a few critical things you need in each case, so if something isn't specified, just pick whatever.

Mesmer:

Dueling > Mental Gymnastics Chronomancer > Time Marches On Signet of Inspiration, Well of Action, Time Warp Focus (Temporal Curtain)

Elementalist:

Water > Soothing Disruption Air > Zephyr's Speed > One With Air Weaver > Woven Stride Ether Renewal, Unravel (Water), Cleansing Fire, Signet of Air Staff (Air > Windborne Speed)

Necromancer:

Blood Magic > Banshee's Wail Soul Reaping > Speed of Shadows > Eternal Life Harbinger > Twisted Medicine > Deathly Haste Spectral Recall, Signet of the Locust, Elixir of Anguish Warhorn (Locust Swarm)

Revenant:

Retribution > Enduring Recovery > Unwavering Avoidance Invocation > Rapid Flow Herald > Core Value > Draconic Echo Legendary Dragon Stance (activate and consume all skills, starting with Facet of Chaos)

Guardian:

Honor > Vigorous Precision > Purity of Body Virtues > Absolute Resolve > Power of the Virtuous Firebrand > Archivist of Whispers > Swift Scholar > Stalwart Speed > Loremaster Mantra of Potence, Advance!, Signet of Mercy, Feel My Wrath! Tome of Resolve (Chapter 3)

Warrior:

Defence > Last Stand Discipline > Warrior's Sprint > Doubled Standards Bladesworn > Swift As the Wind Combat Stimulant, Signet of Stamina, Banner of Tactics, Frenzy, Signet of Rage Warhorn

Ranger:

Wilderness Survival > Natural Vigor Skirmishing > Tail Wind > Primal Reflexes Soulbeast > Live Fast > Essence of Speed > Leader of the Pack Water Spirit, Signet of the Hunt, Quickening Zephyr, Griffon Stance, Strength of the Pact! Warhorn (Call of the Wild)

Thief:

Acrobatics > Expeditious Dodger > Feline Grace Daredevil > Physical Supremacy > Unhindered Combatant Haste, Signet of Shadows

(Thief is weirdly low on options it seems)

Okay and of course Engineer was already covered earlier

Race:

So you've got your gear, your build, and now onto the race itself. First off, here's what you need to know about your skills that aren't obvious at a glance.

Dash!

This skill works noticeably differently depending on where you're located. When you're in deep water, the skill works just fine. On land, it's similar enough to not worth mentioning. But if you're on the water's surface, to the point that your skills aren't listed, for the love of every god don't use the dash! You will get no benefit except wasting your stamina.

If you don't see your skills just don't press 'em!

Flop!

Flop is the most versatile skill at your disposal, and has drastically different effects for different situations. If you're in deep water, then using flop will yeet you to the water's surface. This can be handy for needing to get up to checkpoints in shallower water quickly. If you're already at the water's surface, then you'll go straight up... usually. This race is a bit finicky at times. If you're on flat land, you'll also go straight up. Thankfully it's pretty consistent. However if you're on an upwards slope, or close enough to one, then you will go up it at record speed.

A prime flop location

Glub

Glub :3

Now go out there and get glubbin'!

[greatwesternway]

Traintober 20: The What Might Have Been

He didn't think back on his old rival often, only at times like these when he felt the weight of his continuing career more deeply. As he was being carefully lowered into his new underground exhibit, to be the first thing visitors to his museum would see, he remembered that first exhibition at the Century of Progress. They'd been displayed next to each other then, in comparison, one of them a shining beacon of a bold future and the other a guarantee of a safe and secure present.

But the Burlington Zephyr was ahead of his time. It was the Depression after all. What use was a bright tomorrow if you weren't certain you'd make it through today?

So the people made their choice. It wasn't as if Pioneer had a competitor's spirit to fight for their favor anyway. That's why he only lasted nine years.

Still, the City of Salina thought he might - for once - have been better at this than him.

Salina did well enough, to be sure. He was winning, always had been. Maybe he was even a little cocky about it, but the people responded well to that. The times had changed though and Salina was looking his age. His brown and yellow paint were dated, first to the 30's and again to the 70's. He was thought of as a relic of harder times. Pioneer would have been better suited to this era; the people were optimistic and he'd been so shiny and modern. If he had made it this long, his underdog affability and Midwestern agreeableness would have even made it all look easy even.

That was the difference between them though. Pioneer was built on a fantasy that life could be easy, a gentle Western breeze. He'd broken the speed record first and had rested on his laurels. When Salina had surpassed his speed and rolled into the Century of Progress with the title, Pioneer congratulated him warmly as if they were friends. He seemed to have no idea they were at odds or competing.

Hard working people might have liked the friendly way he spoke and the promise of ease his stainless steel carried, but their suspension of belief was thinner during a downturn. It didn't even carry him past a decade.

Salina’s sixty years were enough to know that the world was cyclical though. Times were good now, so everything was colorful and bright. Give it ten years and times would turn again. People would retreat back into the safety of earth tones, and he in his brown and armour yellow would still be here, reassuring that uncertainty could be weathered.

Pioneer's auspicious manner would have been more Useful until then though.

[veyren-city]

Streets and Districts of Veyren City.

As the title implies here is a list of streets: residential streets, main roads, connector roads and districts! (Animated purple and white divider made by @/cafekitsune)

Ashwick Avenue - A historic ave with old buildings, dimmed streetlights, and a lingering mist.

Cinder Row - A narrow street with a mix of small businesses' and fading neon signs knowns for it's quiet timeless feel.

Vale Street - A long winding road that always seems slick with rain, lined with cafe's record shops and a teahouse that refuses to die out.

Halloway Road - A street that curves through the heart of the city, known for its mix of modern and decayed architecture

Lockewood Drive - A semi-industrial road where tech startups and small shops co-exist.

Whitmoor Street - An area known for its old-world charm, bookstores and flower shops still hold against time.

Novastra Boulevard -

Main Artery of the pulse district. Holographic billboards and glass skyscrapers tower the streets

Notable places:

Veyren Grand Station - The Cities central train hub, packed at all times.

Astrocorp HQ - A cooperate tower belonging to a mega-conglomerate that controls most of Veyren's digital infrastructure

Synthwave Café - a 24 hour coffee shop with neon lit walls and robotic baristas

Project Dome - A massive curved screen, displaying ads, weather, news, and the latest fashion trends in real time.

Orion Street -

A shopping and entertainment hub where the latest tech and fashion is sold.

Notable places:

Oblivion Club - One of the biggest night clubs in Veyren with floors that light up as people dance. The drinks are never ending as well as the friendly company.

Neon Arcade - A retro futuristic arcade where old school gaming collides with VR and newer stylistic games.

Hyper Mart 24 - A fully automated department store with robotic assistance. You think it? They got it!

Starlight Records - A hidden vinyl record shop that still exists despite the digital age

Helix Road -

A tech and business center, home to high end offices, and digital marketing firms.

Notable Places:

Zephyr Towers - A sleek black skyscraper that's a hub for cyber security firm.

Neurolink Labs - A company experimenting with brain-interface technology.

Flux Lounge - High end, invite only social club where executives discuss business over cocktails.

Astra Bar - A bar with digital bartenders and waiters and drinks that glow under blacklight

Stratos Avenue -

Known for media, fashion, and high energy night life.

Notable places:

Veyren Broadcast Center - the city's largest media headquarters, airing new and digital influencers.

Runway 99 - An avant-garde fashion district where models walk beside holograms of the fashions creators.

Pulse plaza - A futuristic square where massive events take place and ads are projected into the skies.

The Grid - A rooftop lounge balcony with a stunning view of the cities skyline.

Synapse Alley -

A gritty underground area filled with hidden bars, black market tech, and cybernetic enhancement shops.

Notable Places:

Echo Bar - A secret jazz bar that Tristan visits from time to time. The only semi-safe place in the alley.

Bytes & Bites - A hacker café where people don't just sell coffee, they sell digital secrets.

The Raven Room - A speakeasy accessible only through a glitched billboard. Where people drank and talked shop over the latest illegal tech.

PawnXchange - A pawn shop for illegal tech, and stolen data drives.

Rainmere Street - A quiet hidden street, nothing to spectacular there home to three story walk ups.

Halloway Lane - A lesser known street where only locals wander, known for its "old world feel"

Wrenford Alley - old abandoned shops with swinging wooden signs and cobblestone road. A relic from the older days.

Bellrose Street - Home to Tristan and his bookshop~!

Dunhaven Street - Home to a small park with a pond and a playground, really only the "natural green" around these days without leaving the city.

Draycott Lane - A small street lined with homes and a few antique and second hand shops.

Easton Bridge - Pedestrian/vehicle bridge leading from the Pulse District to the residential district.

Lennox Street - A bustling road lined with chain food restaurants.

Verity Square - A plaza full of street vendors leads to Synapse alley.

Halloway Underpass - A tunnel beneath the train station where rain water pools beneath flickering lights. Leads to Holloway Road.

[aspen-the-novelist]

call of the moon | aspen blackwood

mini series: across oblivion’s edge

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood…

──────.·:·.☽✧ ☆ﾟ ✦  ☆ﾟ ✧☾.·:·. ──────

     Taking the piece of burning wood he was using to see in the pitch darkness that fell like a blanket over the land, as far as the eye could see, Stíofan placed it into one of the surprisingly still hanging lamp posts on the nearest wall. He stood amidst the dust and ruins of his home, of his people. Though the night made it a chore for others to parse out the terrain, for him it wasn't so. His eyesight was fantastic even after the red sun fell from the heavens and the moon took its place. He could very clearly see the temples that had sunken ceilings, exposing passageways and stairways in the distance. He could see the differences between the ancient bastions and citadels belonging to noble families of the past, he could see the stark remains of the aged castle where he was born. The sight itself would have caused him to weep if he had any more tears to spare. It would not do to waste the precious waters that ran through his body, that gave him life, for the dead. It was still difficult, though. To be able to make out all these relics of his old life still sent great sorrow through his soul anyway.

     It was at this moment that Stíofan's heart seemed to race, it felt like his muscles were shifting beneath his skin and his sense of smell seemed to surpass that of what he was accustomed to. He took to the shadowed plains beyond the ruins of his former home. Stripping his clothes from his body as he went, he groaned in pain. He ran, trying to put as much distance as he could between him and the small band of warriors he traveled with, an aphid, a falcon, and a hawk to be exact. He tore at his skin, his nails elongating and transforming into claws that mirrored those of an animal. His voice evolved from that of an upright man to that of a being much more powerful as he wailed with the wind. Still he pressed on, even with the discomfort of his bones popping in and out of place. The change was by no means new to him, he was true to this barbaric lifestyle, but that meant little as his spine crackled with the shift. It was a cruel fact of life, pain. He languished in one spot as he finally fell to the ground with a growl ripping from his newly reformed chest. Instead of the man he grew to be, a ferocious lycan stood in his place. The rich dark blond fur mirrored that of the liquid sunshine locks that fell from his head, his claws dug into the ground as he steadied himself on strong paws. He let out a long howl to the moon that had finally broken through the clouds in the sky before taking off in a sprint, becoming one with the zephyrs that were the cool winds.

     The moon, full and off-white, sat in the heavens amongst a multitude of stars. That big sphere loomed in the sky watching over all of its children. It would surely have been a beautiful sight, had Stíofan been paying any attention to it at all. The pull the full moon had on his blood caused him to surge forward in a sprint as he left behind the skeleton that had become his former home. The bare bones of Aetherlyn City rested in the heart of the Ruins of Celesterra, the vegetation that grew from the ashes of the dead city stretched far beyond even the Lindaire Woods that lay to the northeast of the ruin. He continued his sprint through the woods as the cool breath of the wind ruffled through the rich blond fur along his back, making the strands of his pelt dance in the now calming breeze. He lifted his massive head and took in a deep breath. The air passing through his snout was a mere carrier as it brought with it the scents of many as he continued on his journey through the thick wood. He could distinguish the slight difference between the spiced blood from a herd of nearby centaurs and that of a team of horses. He could nose out the caribou, the deer, the elk, and the foxes that slumbered in their habitats surrounded by the dense foliage of the forest. While his sight was superior to that of the other folk, in his four-legged form it was even greater still. The hues of the forest seemed to come alive the moment his transition was complete, the pigments were saturated to the point where simple colors appeared awe inducing. Plain leaves could hold his attention if he let them, those mere greens evolving to hold shades of emeralds, parakeets, and shamrocks. His gait slowed as he approached a particularly thick bunch of low hanging leaves in the center of the woods. His pointed ears slightly tipped forward, registering the sounds of the nocturnal creatures as they arose from their night beds that they laid on throughout the day. The chittering of the smaller mammals communicating with each other reached his ears as he slowed to a comfortable trot, gazing about him at the sight that used to be so familiar. His ears twitched again as a subtle hum registered at the edge of his senses. The wind had come to caress his pelt gently as it sang a peculiar aria, the leaves rustled in the breeze as it flitted in and about the trees. The buzzing of the aphids drew his attention first as their wings flapped speedily in tune with the digging of the gophers and voles. Wise owls hooted in the wind and hungry leopards snarled lowly in their throats. Picking up speed, he finally joined in and added his own melodies to the song of the forest. Hymns that were imprinted in his blood, in his soul, from the very first time he shifted into the magnificent creature he was. He bayed at the fully risen moon that instigated his change and the wind howled right back, other creatures also replying in kind. Warmth bloomed in his chest as he galloped to the beats and harmonies of the realm around him, the forest had finally awakened. Just as the small creatures of the night responded to him with their songs, the howls in the distance answered him as well. What was once warmth, turned cold as his blood seemed to fill with ice. He was not alone on this night.

     The realm of Oblivion's Edge was riddled with lycaon shifters from many clans, a fact that he recalled well. It was no coincidence that he should find himself with more company than he would have originally preferred. For a time, he was used to shifting alone, and desired it even after he had fled from his home in the first place. Now that he was back in the land of his ancestors, being alone was a luxury he would not be afforded. He was destined to come across others that, much like himself, sought the comforts of this enchanted wood during such a sacred time of rebirth and renewing, of give and take. Alas, his heart began to beat a little faster as he came to the conclusion that those shifters he might possibly meet could be either friend or foe, an ally or an enemy. In his efforts to avoid confrontation, he turned in the direction of yet another set of ruins just to the southwest of the Lindaire Woods. Renewing his vigor, he bounded quickly away from the center of the forest. He kept running until he caught the familiar scent of a warm-blooded elk that came to be bending its massive head for a drink from a calmly running stream. He slowed his gait once again, but this time to that of what could have been considered a predatory stroll as he breathed in deeply. The aroma washed over him, making his tongue salivate at the thought of fresh meat sliding down his throat. The songs of the forest seemed to taper off as if it knew of what was to come. As if it knew that a great sacrifice was to take place to sate the hunger of one of the mightiest beings to walk on the surface of this realm.

     Stíofan's mangled smile shined through his saliva-slicked maw as he approached the lone elk that had taken to a bout of light grazing before returning to the herd and succumbing again to sleep. Deeming the distance close enough for a well-aimed bite to the jugular of the animal, he settled onto his hind legs behind a particularly dense area of bushes. He was poised and ready to strike, the hair on the back of his neck stood on end and his hackles were raised. The coils in his muscles tensed, and were ready to release in a moment's notice much like a catapult being prepared to sling boulders into the heat of battle. He watched as the elk paused in its grazing abruptly, and lifted its head. The animal must have sensed that it was no longer alone, for the cautious look in its eye gave away the inner debate on whether it should stay or flee. Before the elk could raise even one leg to make a move, he abruptly launched himself over the foliage. He landed with a thud as he sunk his claws into the hide of the elk, making slashes as he went. Rivulets of blood flowed from the wounds as his razor-sharp teeth tore into its neck before twisting it to ensure that it would break. A satisfying snap could be heard as he tumbled to the ground with the body of the animal still twitching in his clenched jaws. What would have tasted coppery if he were still in his human form, tasted of savory ichor as the elk's lifeblood flooded into his mouth. The burst of flavor on his tongue sent his senses into overdrive. He tossed the elk fully onto the ground, his now bloodied maw stretched wide across his flews before diving into the fine cuisine before him. He indulged himself wholly as he devoured all the meat off the elk's bones. He continued eating until the carcass of the elk resembled the ruins he just left behind. Upon finishing his feast, he trotted over to the stream of running water and bent his own massive head to take a drink. He guzzled large amounts of water to wash down whatever remnants of elk were left behind in his throat. He continued to drink until he was once again sated, his belly full and round from such a robust meal. He took quite a few steps back from the stream of running water and began digging into the ground. Deeper and deeper, he dug until a hole he deemed worthy was made. Trotting over to the carcass of the elk, he snapped the bones up in his jaws and carried them over to the makeshift grave. After he deposited the remains into the hole, he pushed all the dirt back into it. Satisfied with his creation, he took a few steps back to the stream to run his paws into the water, cleansing them before sitting back on his haunches. He tilted his head to the side and listened as the songs of the forest returned to his senses. The raging beast was sated, the sacrifice given by the forest was sufficient, and the gods were appeased. Lifting his massive head to the sky, Stíofan raised his voice once again and joined in with the rest of the forest in song. He thanked the gods for the elk's waters, for the lifeblood and meat freely given so that he may live. His bays to the full moon added harmonies to the melodies that the forest deemed appropriate for such a time as this. His songs were unfortunately abruptly cut short at the sound of branches breaking under heavy foot falls that were not his own. Turning his head toward the cause of the offending noise, he let out a warning growl and bared his teeth, for the company he had initially sought to avoid slinked through the woods and upon his makeshift altar.

     Two other wolven shifters came into his line of sight. For a moment he was graced with a memory of a time long since passed, of a time when he would shift with family from his clan and friends from other packs. This night, however, was vastly different from the era of his youth. These two shifters bore none of the traits he knew to be familiar of friends or that of kin. The more imposing of the two creatures wore a streak of silver across its back, a striking contrast to the pelt that appeared to run as red as the blood in his veins. The slighter of the two bore a pelt of pitch with spotty patches that rivaled the blue hue of the tumultuous seas that rested at his back far into the distance. His vision turned crimson as his ire grew at the realization of whom he was dealing with. While he didn't recognize the slighter of the two, the lycan with that horrid looking bloody pelt was from the clan that was responsible for the decimation of his people. The lycan was from Hydra. A snarl crawled its way through Stíofan's throat before being released into the wilds of the forest. This time, the songs did not stop. They grew to a crescendo as he launched himself at the larger wolf. Fangs clashed and teeth gnashed as he battled for dominance. Growls of anguish merged with yelps of pain as the blood sport continued long into the night. Stíofan let loose a loud howl as he groaned through his fangs in pain, the claws of the silver backed shifter tore into the flesh of his hind leg. His momentary pause allowed his adversary to gain the upper hand, but he was surprised when the silverback didn't attack. The slighter wolf was looking back and forth between him and the silverback, but there was a peculiar glint there that Stíofan wasn't sure if it was truly there or not. It appeared that the spotted lycan did not truly wish to fight. A sharp growl coming from his right was Stíofan's only warning before four bloody claw marks were slashed onto his face. His indignation at such a slight to his countenance, four-legged form or not, was apparent and would not go unpunished. His fury continued to grow, fueling his thirst for the blood of his enemies, for revenge. He jumped back a few paces for a moment, allowing his flesh to heal, before pouncing back into the fray and clapping his strong jaws around the neck of the creature whom he dubbed silverback. Without a moment of hesitation, he snapped his mighty jaws closed and relished in the fact that the wolf abruptly stopped moving its limbs. A particularly devastating howl rang out, bringing his attention to the enemy that was still alive before watching as it took off back into the forest. He bounded into the woods right after, it would not do to leave his adversary alive to speak of the events that only the forest should be privy to after the full moon.

     He pushed his body to sprint after the spotted shifter. He streaked through the foliage like a ball of lightning. He was moving so fast that his blood pumped through his extremities, allowing him to close the distance between him and his new prey. He let out a triumphant roar, blood and flesh spilling from his flews before, once again, snapping his jaws around the neck of his prey. Just as Stíofan was about to bring about a brutal end for the spotted wolf, a whine caused him to falter. Looking down, he noticed that the spotted lycan had the soft fur of its neck bared in a show of submission. To his utter surprise, the wolf then seamlessly shifted to the upright form of the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. It was a man with eyes that sung the hymns of the seas, skin that rang of rose petals and porcelain. He didn't recognize him at all, but he found that it didn't matter much, not with the sweetest ambrosia that curled in the air filling his senses. Trailing his snout down supple flesh, he reached the juncture of thick thighs to find the source of that scent. A floral aroma tinged with a rich heat that reminded him of vanilla, penetrated his senses. He was steadily losing himself, he just knew he was releasing his own scent in response to this omega. Nosing his way down even further, he dipped his tongue into those folds and relished in the mewls falling into his ears. As if it was a reflex, the omega shifted onto his back and spread his legs, causing even more of that scent to be released into the space between them. A rumble broke free from his chest as he continued lapping from those sweet folds and the slick waters that were beginning to flow from there. The gods were in rare form that night, he hadn't been blessed with mating waters in many moons and he had no intention of wasting them.

     Trailing his tongue up to lightly lap at the omega's cock, he was delighted to find that it was leaking much like his own. He continued to nose his way up taut muscles and supple flesh, ensuring that his scent would be immersed in the omega's skin, until he reached the omega's neck, where there was no evidence of a mating bite. A growl slipped from him then, an unmarked omega meant an untouched omega. The answering mewl had him shifting to his own upright form. The tentative hand that grazed at his bearded cheeks brought his attention back to those expressive eyes, there was a playful glint in them that had him sliding fully between those thick thighs. Looking down, he was not shocked in the slightest to see that he had unconsciously already lined up to the omega's pretty cunt. Glancing up again, he could see hesitation in that ocean-spray gaze that made him dip closer to run his tongue along plush lips. The resulting gasp allowed Stíofan to slip his tongue between them, and he used the distraction to ease his cock inside. He held the precious omega by his neck and gazed into those pools as he pushed past that band of resistance. Swallowing the pained whimper, he paused and allowed the man beneath him to adjust. Wiping away the tears that fell onto heated cheeks with his lips, his chest rumbled in his efforts to comfort and soothe. He kissed the omega, and when those whimpers became mewls he began to move. A slow rut to get his new lover used to the feeling of his cock in such a sacred place. Soon the two were locked in a primal dance as old as time itself. Their growls and whines joined the music of the forest, it was as if the creatures near and far were rejoicing in their mating. Stíofan rocked his hips to the rhythm of the winds and the chorus of the omega's whines. He was steadily losing himself to the call of the moon as it tugged on his blood. He could tell the omega was heeding the call as well, the continuous stream leaking from that pretty little cock and the sounds that bordered on desperation were his only tell. With renewed energy from the moon herself, his thrusts grew in strength and his rutting took on a speed that he didn't usually set. The omega's wails spurred him on, setting his blood alight as he raced for their climaxes. He reached for the omega's cock but was surprised to find his hand slapped away. He was even more surprised to feel the omega drag him closer and smash their lips together in a heated kiss. It was that show of strength, that version of an omega in control that sent him over the edge. His knot blew, locking them together. He could see the universe behind his closed eyes as he howled at the moon. Hearing the omega join him caused his heart to race, caused his blood to sing as if lured in by an enchantment. Leaning over, he nosed at the omega's glands before sinking his teeth into them. The sharp pained whine had him rocking his hips to settle his new mate, the motions sending jolts of pleasure from his knot as he felt himself being milked for everything he had. He was absolutely sure that a litter would come of this mating. It was the sensation of knives piercing his own glands that alerted him to the omega not only accepting the bond, but returning it. He lapped at the blood that fell from his mate's neck and smiled as he felt the omega's tongue return the gesture. Shifting slowly so that his knot didn't pull too much, he arranged the omega onto his lap and gave him a sweet kiss.

     "Hi." Stíofan's voice was rough from going so long without using it.

     "Hi."

     Stíofan almost released more seed into his omega at the sound of his voice. It was smooth but deep, a delightful contrast to the sounds that spilled from those spit-slicked lips as they mated. "What are you called, omega?"

     "Iacob," the man said. "But you may call me Bucky."

     "Bucky," Stíofan said, trying the name out on his lips. He decided he liked the sound of it as it rolled off of his own tongue. He liked the blush that graced his mate's cheeks even more. "I am honored to know you, Bucky. You may call me Steve."

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[possessedscholar]

So this morning I get on Warframe before heading to work to work on making Valkyr utterly busted (it’s working too), do void fissure mission, don’t notice what teammates are doing, relics are opened, am immediately suckerpunched by Zephyr Prime Systems from a teammates relic.

This is already an amazing day.

[gildedfeathers]

Various Angelic Userboxes

[ffxiiiapologist]

Ooh the Resurgences continue to be so nice to me, I already have one part for Chroma Prime and two for Zephyr from rando squadmates’ relics

[ka-go-me]

𝟑-𝟓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐄 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘.

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐒:

Green

Blue

Pink

Yellow

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒:

Lilies

Strawberries

Lavender

Lilacs

Warm Milk

𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍:

Seifuku: This is probably the most iconic outfit that Kagome is seen in. Her middle school uniform is the main thing she wears throughout the entire series, both manga and anime. It's durable, cheap, and can stand repeated washings. It's green, white and red. She also has a high school seifuku that is mostly blue with a plaid pleated skirt, but she's only seen in that for a few chapters/episodes at the end.

Kosode no Hakama: This is what she is in mostly for RP. She wears it more post-series as she is a miko and now lives primarily in the Sengoku Jidai. It's also extremely comfortable and more durable than her seifuku, I'd say.

Kimono/Junihitoe: Special occasions call for special clothing. And those times when she isn't being a miko. She often wears kimono around the shiro that she and Inuyasha live in with their pups and the help they have. It's an elegant and simplistic way of dressing. She wears junihitoe on very special occasions, such as the rare as hell times when she and Inuyasha have to pose as daimyo and hime for outside visitors.

Modern Era: In the modern era, post-series, she often wears leather and pleather outfits. You can also find her occasionally in short skirts and semi-baggy tops. She rarely wears jeans.

jewelry: For these accessories--she doesn't have or use much. She always has one red ruby pendant earring in her left earlobe, but that's generally about it. She's not really one to dress up in sparkly bangles that often. Though she does have a necklace she got from her bff recently that she wears often now.

𝐎𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒:

Bow & Arrows: Her in-hand weapon of choice for running around the Sengoku fighting youkai. You rarely see her away from home without it. She's got strong upper body muscles due to using it for so many years.

Yellow Backpack: Or her yellow monster that could eat the world, as I like to call it. She has this for during canon things, and she carries her text books, food, extra clothes, and First Aid in it. 'The backpack has been since upgraded to a denim knapsack for post series things, and she carries medicines, first aide and other little things in it.

Ruby Pendant Earring: This earring is a relic and reminder of a bygone era where the inu-tachi did more than time travel. It was part of a set of jewelry called the Gems of Kali, and the pieces when all together could open up a portal across the world. This earring was fused to her left earlobe in the use of the jewelry set, and she can no longer remove it as she could the rest. Therefore, it's always with her.

𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄:

She chews her lips a lot. This action usually shows either thought, reluctance, or nervousness.

Blushes often. She blushes all the time because she's often embarrassed or when she's being complimented.

She tilts her head frequently. When she does it, she's showing interest or curiosity.

She crosses her arms quite a bit. Usually, it indicates she's either annoyed, off-center, or just doesn't know what to do with her arms.

She also puts her hands on her hips. Often indicates when she's being stern-or funny.

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒:

Temple steps through Tori gates hidden deep along a mountain path with the greens of summer and beams of sunlight breaking through the foliage.

Plum and sakura blossoms blooming in the spring, coating the ground with their pink and white petals, which also float through the air on the currents of spring time zephyrs.

A girl in kosode no hakama standing in a field of flowers with a babbling brook firing practice arrows at a tree with her bow and arrows.

The deep woods as rain falls the droplets sparkling in the scant light from a cloud-covered moon.

A court lady sitting on the verandas outside of a shoji door, looking out over a serene garden with a koi pond and bridge as she sips tea calmly.

tagged by: @adversitybloomed (thanks dear~ Sorry it's so late. xD 💗💚) tagging: @peculiarbeauty, @sparesovereign, @kamigakushi, @seachant, @loneinuyasha, @akarxuu And you, kind sirs and madams~

[g5mlp]

Three more new preview pages for IDW G5 My Little Pony: The Storm of Zephyr Heights issue 2 have been revealed on Graphic Policy!

Previous pages

It will be released on October 30, 2024.

Synopsis: "The world of Generation Four collides with the ponies of Generation Five as Cloudsdale threatens to crash into Zephyr Heights and cause an eternal winter! Only Princess Zipp and her Mane 6 can stop the kingdom from falling (literally)!

After the torrential winds and snow force the Pegasi to seek refuge in the castle, our heroes split up to solve this raging mystery!

As Princess Zipp and the other flyers push forward to find the cause of the storm, the grounded ponies discover an airborne relic of the past in need of a little rescue! As their discoveries push our characters closer together, they also trigger more questions about the past...and the ponies' futures!"

Writer: Jeremy Whitley  Artist: Kate Sherron

Cover A: Justasuta  Cover B: Mauro Fonseca

[auburniivenus]

"C-Can I hold your hand?" [ him being shy during their first date maybe? xD ]

Upon   an   inaugural   foray   into   courtship's   intricate   lattice,   she   finds   herself   enmeshed   within   the   silken   snare   of   a   preternatural   web.   The   sol   stimulates   the   cityscape   with   its   effulgent   aureate   beams,   bequeathing   upon   the   environment   an   aura   of   enchantment.   With   incipient   trepidation,   her   digits—quivering   in   resemblance   to   fragile   lepidopteran   appendages—skim   the   brink   of   her   ALABASTER   teacup,   seeking   reprieve   within   its   frigid   silhouette.

Chronos,   that   whimsical   conductor,   elicits   from   her   chest   a   cacophony   of   sentiments   with   his   baton.   Every   ephemeral   moment IGNITES   her   faculties   to   an   erratic   ballet—euphoria   cavorting   with   apprehension;   expectancy   enlaced   with   perturbation.   Caramel   orbs,   radiant   as   melting   amber,   flit   across   Ichigo's   visage,   apprehensively   probing   his   movements   for   signs   of   affirming   light   in   the   tenuous   choreography   of   their   rapport.   Amidst   a   setting   redolent   of   sweetened   Camellia   sinensis   and   a   harmonious   performance   wrought   by   utensils,   her   facade—gossamer   as   loomed   silk—attempts   to   shield   the   roiling   combustion   within.   It   is   a   tempest   eager   to   erode   her   poise,   akin   to   how   unchecked   conflagration   ravishes   chaparral   leaving   nothing   but   scorned   relics.

Confronted   by   his   innocuous   solicitation,   her   complexion   assumes   the   mantle   of   dawn's   initial   roses.   Is   he   perchance   searching   for   a   linkage   more   corporeal? "O-Of   course…"   Murmurs   weakly,   her   voice   scarcely   triumphing   above   the   café's   staccato   tumult.   Inoue,   forsaking   momentary   circumspection,   ventures   her   quivering   digits   forthwith—a   tentative   encounter   with   his   enduring   warmth.   "You   don’t   need   to   ask."   Professes,   adorned   with   a   welcoming   smile—a   frieze   of   intricate   artistry   upon   her   visage.

Her   gesture—an   ephemeral   brush   akin   to   zephyrs'   delicate   caroms—is   steeped   in   reluctance.   'Tis   as   though   she   dreads   perturbing   the   transitory   stasis   they've   crafted   together—the   slightest   irruption   might   demolish   the   fleeting   splendor   that   has   thus   been   spun   so   finely   between   them. @orangeshinigami

[faggotwilliamwisp]

Playing warframe again…. I missed her so much… my wife zephyr (realises I still need to grind relics so I can build zephyr prime) I like her less… actually