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sgiandubh · 2 years ago

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Imma need an in-depth breakdown of Puff please! And I’m not being sarcastic either. Puff pre-dates my time in the outlander fandom.

Regards,

Your curious anon.

Dear Puffy Curious Anon,

If my cantankerous boss would have summoned me at 03:03 pm EEST (when your request landed in my inbox), just to tell me "Imma need an in-depth breakdown of the Greek trade unions' position on the current critical understaffing of the HoReCa sector", I would have politely answered "yes, ma'am, when is the deadline". I would have then turned on my heels, rolled my eyes, sworn like a drunk sailor under my breath (fuck my life comes to mind, pardon my French) and quickly be done with it.

You, bless your Anon heart, wrote: "Imma need an in-depth breakdown of Puff, please". Wee difference, Curious Anon: you are not my cantankerous boss. That being said, since the question has been asked by several people in the comment threads of the day's posts, I am gonna give you my two cents on Queen Pufflander, even if you've been around before I even knew this weird place existed. And hopefully put to rest this nonsense forever (wishful thinking, doubt it will happen).

Once upon a time, when S&C's bantering was the plat du jour on Twitter and this fandom a considerably less toxic place, Puff the Magic Dragon of the US East Coast was one of the Queen Bees of Shipperville. Her blog was witty and no-nonsense (if a tad verbose) and, as *urv, she quickly earned her fair share of side performers: Stella and Deep Throat (SOURCES) or the tarot reader(s) immediately come to mind. People loved Puff and that is only fair, to be honest: I bet the farm she was great fun. Little by little, information traded in DMs started to pile up in her famed Vault, from which she was generously sharing, from time to time, sibylline rants ("maybe they did or maybe they didn't, but don't worry, something happened and all shall soon be revealed"). I can critique that forever and a day and tell you that all this sent people's expectations up the roof and beyond, of course. But, again: I was not here. It is unfairly easy to judge all these things with a historian's eye, and people who lived to tell the tale are far more entitled than me to comment their fandom experience, circa 2015.

When the whole Shatner/Watchtower baliverne started (early 2016, if memory serves) things ugly escalated and rather quickly so. People started jumping ship. With McSideburns already in the house (EIFF comes to mind and a certain poignant S&C penguin picture, too), enter Flukenzie Floozy. Thus, after IFH, Puffy decided to pack her crystal ball & tent and move to greener pastures on Wordpress. There, she held court with a keen eye for the Byzantine politicking of this fandom, not unlike what Perfidious Albion did with regard to the Thirteen Rebelling Colonies, after that Boston Tea Party. Her main moments of intersection with the rest of the shipper community are Covfefe Pics (of course) and Remarkable Week-end (of course). With regard to Covfefe, she quickly cried wolf, but by the time Remarkable Week-end happened, she pulled off a mighty witty breakdown of The Nuptial Charade of the Century. Blaze of glory was Quarantein Ha-wa-wee (of course), when she blamed S for all the world's evils and then some more. After that, she concentrated on her Neverending Feud with *urv (a Private Investigator was, at some point, hired and paid for via crowdfunding), which somehow managed to end (nevertheless) with a Report she might or might not have sent to S, "for further consideration".

As all good prophets, Puffy finally went into Occultation circa 2021, not without warning us that she was torn between Gay Sam & SamCait intellectual traditions, with a wee penchant for the first (reason why I completely ditched her peddling, because IYKYK).

I can understand why people might think I could be Puffy. I am, however, very sure about my own identity, whereabouts and creed: to state the opposite would really, really be mental. I fully assumed my responsibility and went ahead to actually prove you, this morning, I wasn't. Reading her rants was useful, but also taxing. I doubt Stella and Deep Throat were anything else but narrative helpers in a sophisticated Greimas actantial model. Something I would never do, for example: I am confident enough not to need any crutches. And I am very, very sorry for this word vomit: it should come, perhaps, as solace its length could never compete with Puff's storytelling marathons.

To wash my sins (not really: because I really love that picture), here's S,C, a penguin and a cakebox (?), at EIFF 2015. This is, you can be certain, the purest thing on this page, Anon:

#Anon

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violetswritingg · 9 months ago

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Canary Cry

Robin/Nightwing (Dick Grayson) x OFC!

Description: Her violence was silent. Until it wasn't.

"I'm fine."

"Fine is just another word for drowning."

Rating T-M (mentions of blood, child abuse, mental health, cannon situations of violence and the like. Loss of parents, hard of hearing/deaf character, poorly written fight scenes lol)

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BIALYA

September 4, 00:14 EEST

Kate groaned as her eyes slowly opened, her throat burning at the noise it produced. The blonde slowly sitting up, her hands sinking into the ground around her. Looking down she saw it was sand, her eyes took in her surroundings fully, she was surrounded by the stuff. As far as the eye could see.

What the...

Kate coughed, immediately jerking as her ears rung. Her fingers finding plastic on the back side of her ears. She pulled them, or tried but another loud ring, like a high pitched church bell stopped her. Her mouth was dry as cotton, her throat protesting every little sound just like her ears were. Where am I?

Getting to her feet slowly, the dim moonlight being the only thing allowing her to see anything right now.

Making her way up a hill of sand, to hopefully see civilization off in the distance. The blonde running a hand down her face when she didn't see the familiar Star City skyline, a strange leather-like material around her eyes making her recoil and take in what she was wearing. Ripping off the offending.... Mask?

What the actual fuck? None of this was right. She tried to remember how she got here, where here was, only to receive a harsh ache behind her eyes. She ran her hands over the crop top she was wearing, over her belt and the buckle insignia before starting to mess with the tactical gloves she had on. Hitting something and yelping when blue light flooded her vision.

Once her eyes adjusted her jaw dropped at what she was seeing. This... glove-computer? She guessed, looked more sophisticated than Wayne Tech equipment. A red dot blinked on a map, was that her?

Bialya? Where even is that?

Kate cautiously zoomed in on the map. Seeing multiple other red dots, all with strange variations of letters and numbers above them. RB-01, SB-05, AR-08, AL-02, KF-03, and MM-06. And then a different blinking green dot, simply titled "Base".

Kate had no idea where she was, well, in Bialya apparently. But why the fuck was she in Bialya? How did she get here? Why was she here in the first place? What the hell was she wearing? And who the hell were the other dots on the map?

How is she gonna get home?

Base was safe right? She asked herself, feeling panic start to take over.

Kate grabbed the sides of her head and squeezed her eyes shut. Breathing in through her nose and huffing out through her mouth, her once scared, confused expression being covered by a stone wall as she hit her glove again and the map popped back up. Coming up with a plan quickly and sliding her way down the sand hill.

She knew full well that no one was going to look for her, she was a nobody foster kid who had run away more times than she could count and basically lived on the street between crashing with people she barely knew so she could use their water.

She was on her own. As usual. And she had to figure this shit out. Hopefully this "base" had answers. And a way home.

~~*~~

Kate had been following the map, slowly making her way to the "Base" while dying under the bright sun and steaming sand. She thought summer in Star was hot, but this was a whole different level and her all black outfit didn't help.

She was hungry (Which wasn't a new feeling to her) and dehydrated. Which was not good since she, according to the map, still had a way to go. So, when she came across a large rock formation protruding from the sand, she thought it would be a good idea to just take a quick break, hide in the minimal shade the rock offered. Feeling herself start to burn already for all her time out in the sun.

The sound of an engine caught her attention and she swallowed hard, about to flag down whoever it was. When, out of nowhere, gloved hands similar to her own reached out and grabbed her. Covering her mouth and locking her arms by her side, she tried to struggle but whoever had her wasn't going to let go anytime soon.

"Do you have a death wish?" The boy, Kate guessed by the voice, behind her hissed. This made her struggle even harder, instinctively throwing an elbow back and hitting their ribs. Her body seeming to know what to do on its own, turning and dropping to the ground, a leg extended and sweeping out her captors feet from under him.

Kate fell back, scrambling backwards like a crab, intaking a breath and letting out a scream. Which cut off when the girl didn't feel the pain that she associated with using her powers. Shocked and more confused than ever her fingers ghosted over her throat.

Nothing was making sense. Kate's breathing started to pick up as more and more questions ran around her brain, no answers in sight, only making her feel even less in control than she did when she woke up in this godforsaken place. The blonde pushed herself up onto her feet quickly, stumbling backwards.

"You need to breathe; you're having a panic attack." The boy cautiously said, slowly closing the distance between them, only resulting in Kate backing up even more.

Kate recognized the suit the boy was wearing; you'd have to be living under a rock to not know Robin when you saw him.

"Sorry, sorry. I didn't mean to scare you-"

Kate opened her mouth to speak but lost control and accidently let out another scream, this one stinging the way she remembered and knocking the boy off his feet. A loud groan coming out of his mouth as he slowly got up, calling out to the blonde as she booked it in the opposite direction of the teenage vigilante.

~~*~~

When she had gotten far enough away to where she wasn't able to see Robin anymore, she stopped. Almost collapsed would be more of a correct description, her dry throat protesting as she took in the hot, dry, sand infested air of the desert.

The blonde coughed uncomfortably, her hands on her knees as exhaustion racked her body, slowly trying to pull herself together. Straightening up and bringing up the map again, seeing she had made progress... just in the opposite direction she was supposed to be going. Cursing mentally Kate huffs out a breath and lifts a hand over her eyes to block the sun.

This was going to be a long day....

After another couple hours, her solid footsteps turned into clumsy footfalls, the sand seeming to suck in her shoes at every step. Kate had to fight to stay conscious, normally fighting against hunger and dehydration was something she did daily, but it was like her body wasn't used to the constant state of malnutrition and dehydration anymore.

The blonde tripped over her own two exhausted feet, rolling down a particularly large sand dune she hadn't seen. A scream ripping itself from her throat and ringing in the silent midday air, groaning when she finally stopped rolling, trying valiantly to get back up but it seemed her body just didn't have the energy or the will.

When did she get so weak?

Her arms giving out beneath her as black encroached on her vision, hearing the sound of loud voices speaking in a language she didn't know and even louder engines.

Her eyelashes fluttered as she went in and out of consciousness, feeling hands grab onto her ankles, dragging her through hot sand, her body being picked up by multiple hands and tossed on an uncomfortable cloth surface.

Finally passing out to the roar of engines revving and voices bouncing around her head as if they were speaking right next to her.

~~*~~

"Aqualad! Goldfinch!" The group gasped after leaving M'gann's mind.

"Where are they? What happened next?" Robin demanded, kicking himself for not keeping Kate with him earlier.

"I don't know, that's all I-we remember." M'gann answered, voice downturned.

"We landed here twenty-four hours ago If Kaldur's been wandering the desert that long well that's not good for a guy with gills. And same for Kate, She wasn't even on the map as Goldfinch yet six months ago." Wally brought up what everyone was thinking.

"I ran into her earlier, I didn't know who she was back then so when she ran off I didn't try to stop her. Stupid!" Robin slapped his forehead. "But now I know to look for them..." Robin activated his wrist computer and saw Kaldur's signal. "Kaldur's close! But he's not moving."

~~*~~

"Raise to shock level four." Scientists ordered. A boy's yells being what woke Kate up, the ringing in her ears painful at the higher frequencies dancing around the space. Her eyes hazily darting around half-awake and out of it. The loud revving of something making her headache.

A hooded figure walked into the corner of Kate's vision, his back to her as he watched some sphere turn, being the culprit for the revving that Kate wished would stop. "Fascinating."

"She's awake!" Kate tired to move, only to find her wrists and ankles locked up tight in metal bands to the table she was lying on. Rough cloth gagging her, keeping her from screaming. These people knew her powers. How?!

Kate tried to fight but received shocks when she struggled against the cuffs, Her body contorting off the metal bed as much as it could as the currents flew through her system. Leaving her spasming through the after shocks, goosebumps crawling across her flesh as her chest heaved.

The hooded figure came over to her, his hood covering most of his face but she could see stark white skin, unnatural and blanched. A sickening grin on his lips that sent her heartrate skyrocketing. It was only then that Kate noticed the heart monitor she was hooked up to as it started to go off.

"Oh, calm down. You're fine. I'm not allowed to hurt you so just sit back and enjoy the show." The man walked away and Kate continued to panic, trying to scream around the cloth but it was no use. One of the doctors came up beside her with a large needle and stuck it into the line that connected her inner arm to the IV hanging up beside her next to the heart monitor.

"This will relax you."

Kate could barely hear the last word before her world was nothing but blurs and muffled noises.

"Why is she so important again?" the scientist asked, throwing away the needle he just used to sedate her.

"She just is," Simon responded watching with a sick glee as Superboy continued to get shocked and the sphere continued to react, "Don't know why, but Siren - and her benefactor - want her so we are to keep the girl here until she arrives."

"Got it." The scientist nodded and walked off.

~~*~~

"Why don't you just levitate him?" Wally asked M'gann. The Martain cradling the head of their team leader in her lap.

"I can't," M'gann maneuvered Kaldur back onto the sand, the darkness of night making it hard for everyone to see anything, "I have to go find Superboy. Six months ago he didn't even exist. He's running on pure animal impulse and instinct."

"Superboy in indestructible just ask those tanks. It's Aqualad who needs your help. Same for Goldfinch. She's out there somewhere just wandering around if she's not already been captured or worse." Wally pleaded, worried about their leader and fellow metahuman.

M'gann suddenly screamed, her hands coming to her head as she crumpled in on herself. Superboy's screams in her mind. Echoing like a scream in a cavern and slicing her brain apart.

"No! Superboy's in pain!" With that M'gann took off to the sky. Following instinct on where Superboy may be. The other calling after her, getting ignored by the alien girl.

~~*~~

Kate had decided she hated sand. And the desert. And waking up and still not knowing what the hell was going on.

It was an explosion that pushed past her drug induced state, it was being thrown while still attached to the table and IV that really made her aware. The feeling of the needle ripping itself out of it's spot in her inner elbow causing her to scream.

The table contined to roll and flip, Kate feeling like she was back on the almost broken down spin-o-tronic ride back in Star city last July. Her hotdog she had spent the money she had worked hard to pickpocket from people coming right back up on that warm summer night at the carnival night in the Glade.

Time felt like it was going in slow motion but also in fast forward, Kate's stomach rolled and her head started to pound. After rolling a couple of times the table broke, her restraints going with it as she was thrown. Her back colliding into some kind of large crate before she fell into the sand.

As if she already didn't have enough in her boots and on her burnt skin.

Kate tried to push herself up, but her arms just wouldn't listen. Causing her to crash back down, sand granules grated into her cheek. The world was still spinning in a way that made Kate feel nauseous.

She knew she was imagining the boots running toward her and the voice calling her name. She knew she was imagining the feeling of someone's arms picking her up and their warmth. When did it get so cold?

She knew it was just her brain trying to make her feel better as she died, alone and cold in the middle of a weird desert away from everyone and everything she knew and held dear. It was almost ironic to go out like this she thought, considering she came into the world alone, it only made sense.

She knew it was all in her head as she was picked up, but she liked the feeling of maybe there being someone that actually gave a shit whether she lived or died. The concern on the face above her not real but comforting as he looked down at her, mouth twisted down as it moved in words she couldn't hear over the ringing in her ears.

~~*~~

Quarc

September 5, 02:45 EEST

Robin met M'gann and Superboy outside of the Bioship, taking Kate from the clone's arms and hurrying into the bioship. Placing Kate down next to Kaldur on one of the medical platforms the ship popped up the boy worked quickly, patching up her arm and any scrapes she had collected before placing an IV in her non-injured arm to rehydrate her.

Only when she was patched up did the boy take a breath. Looking down at the girl with worry that could be seen in the way he carried his shoulders.

"She's gonna be okay, they both are." Wally came up beside the younger boy and placed a hand on his shoulder. Both now watching as Kate's eyes fluttered.

"I know." Robin sighed, shifting weight to step away, sit in his seat after a long mission but was stopped. The feeling of something caught on his cape stopping him in his tracks. Wally did his best to hide his smirk but Robin saw it and scowled at the older boy. Wally just held up his hands and went to his seat.

Kate's eyes opened, but she wasn't there. Her gaze hazy and unfocused as her irises slid across the space. Landing on him with a vague spark of recognition, her cold fingers searched past his cape and wrapped around his wrist loosely as her breathing picked up.

"It's okay. Just breathe. You're safe Kate." Robin did his best to over annunciate his words, changing her grip on his wrist. His fingers wrapping around hers in a tight grip, "We'll get you all fixed up soon okay?"

Artemis watched on in worry and also intrigue as Kate seemed to calm down, the boy wonder pushing back a tangled strand of blonde hair from Kate's face before checking the drip bag again. Their hands locked in what looked like a death grip as Kate passed out again.

Artemis chuckled at the image and did her best to hide her grin, knowing how ridiculous they both were being about their feelings. Her eyes unintentionally fading over to Wally, who sat in his chair, tossing up some bit he had found on the ship, feet propped up on the dash console.

~~*~~

#young justice #dc robin #dick grayson #kid flash #artemis #heroes #DC #aqualad #miss martian #growing up is hard #orignal character #batman #young justice fanfiction #dinah lance #black canary #green arrow #found family #angst #hurt/comfort

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suzylind · 2 years ago

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ART REQUESTS!

Since it's a very chill Sunday thus far, I thought now would be the time to go with that art request idea I asked earlier.

Short rules:

Maximum of 2 characters can be requested (nothing too overly complicated)

OC's are fine, but please share reference so I can draw them, I'm not a mindreader after all

No overly detailed backgrounds will be done, trying to keep it nice and simple

We're doing "Traditional" style, because that's my only option I have, thus far....

This will only last for 24 hours, starting when this post is out! So from "11 AM EEST" Sunday til Monday exact same time. After the time is up I won't do more and I will take no more requests after that.

Time to prepare my tools then!

#drawing #my art #doodle #sketch #fanart #suzy rambles #suzy's art #suzylind #art requests #taking art requests #art requests are open #Only for a limited time though!

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warrioroftherakyats · 2 years ago

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indie low/medium activity rp sideblog for jason brody and citra talugmai of far cry 3. 19+ due to mature themes (heavy swearing, alcohol and alcohol consumption, arson, abuse, blood, gore, violence, torture, murder, death, guns, drug dealing, drugs- and human trafficking, animal cruelty, piracy, hate crimes, destruction of property). written by ani, 21+, eest.

rules | muses | verses

#important info.#navigation.#do not reblog.

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azlovesem · 10 months ago

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Lets justvduffice it to say i sint i pressed with sll thatvso called american epic pop fuckn garbage by any do called goat. I cant stand reading about these not so eoic to anyone with a fucking brain americsn big pop acts.i mean its doet of ok but not ots really really bad music all things tolled. And you know what sll this shot oyshed on us by music people some of them i knifed we ve had enough. You saw that shit in England people have had enough period. All this shit we re dick of certain races completely had it with. Theyte doomed Emma that region of the statrezgets taken out first. Bad all this shit isxall just another sign of the apolcapypse thats approaching faster than i even thought. Me i dontvworry im Azriel. Onvouldy a thousand times more profound or epic than amwricsn who ever lived or lives could possibly achieve. Theyre just i dont know….stupid isbone word but tjat not even it. They steal from other artists or thrure immature idiots. Dancing around at s kiddy concert like a pedophile. The anerican society you can call Satanic because of how bad the pedophilia is there. You remember that epstein you met that piecebif shit RAT right? I strung him uo loved it im going after members of his family. Theyre what? Sonehat ill neil that stupud rat hatcto their head eith six inch spikes, you realize i run the whole fuxkn show not any rat hat wearing religio? I run all of north america period anyone says otherwise theyll be gound like epstein or end up like weinstein. You sint bail mother fucker you die in jail. Anybody does anyhong else smericsn ill bomb a swift concert. Go see hwr. Shes all tight but her fans are all pedopliles. You csn dtand through a whole kiddie concert old man? Youre a gufkn nonce. A nonce a child molestor i find america more than canada ever will be is stuffed to the brim with RAT childen abusing molestors. This is a heavy charhe amwricsn. Pretend we te in jail ou iust cslled you a diddler and a goof. If you dont respond well the flames they just get higher. Ill vaporize bc and the whole snericsn eest coast. Dont come out east. Other than the tv faghots we dont wsnt yas. We dont need the trafgic for some piece of shit. Im not sweating uou Emma or any gitls i kust call a spade a spade sweetie. And ill challenge anyone to make tyem look bad. Thise smerican men all of rm are yellow bellied cowards. Thats why they put me inncharge over any one of them who ever lived. I have my power than sn amwrican president by far. Wanna see me leove ot agsin ledophile nonce goof smericans. Dont worry girls once i kill off most of the west we ll have lots of jobs. I run everything to be my friend is to be Gods friend. Them theyre not even satan whoever yhat ever was. Theyre nobody Emma and they know that now. I torched one so many of yheor servers. In Jamaica i eiped out an entire town one server wasocated in. Hey american tiure not free fuck yiyr law. You saw me i gave to order on Trump what up?? I said fuckn what up? Coward ass yellow nation of reject pedophile fucks. The fact donald trump is even running in your beat up burned put nation tell me i shpuld tet again. Try agsin this time with Ukrainoans. The Imrainians aant trunp DEAD and ill help them. 1000 lbs of the highest hrade explisive. If that piece of dog shot gwts electes we buen washington to the ground.

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apricote · 3 years ago

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updated my queue to post four times a day! 2 posts of both saves per day. :-)

#i hate that my queue is so long ugh #like i don't like to be so far ahead of my posts #because i always have this urge to spoil things lol #like i don't want to keep this to myself for a month!!!!#my timezone is eest and it's set to 24 hours so it shouldn't be too bothersome!!#m: personal

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fikarot · 2 years ago

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Can you did IVE wonyoung's tarot reading carrer please?

— wonyoung (iz*one/ive) career reading

disclaimer: i have little knowledge of her and iz*one and almost none to ive. my readings might be inaccurate because of changing energies and misinterpretation.

01.04.2023, 22:54 eest

king of pentacles appeared before but i am not sure if it was reversed or not (i think it was rx), just have it in mind • five of wands, ace of swords, the star, the emperor, seven of swords • seven of cups

currently she seems to be fucked up. honestly, i feel she’s doing sth far from her will, like she’s forced to do this? i am not suprised to see this, to be honest. if she’s sad, mad or is trying to be happy when she isn’t, don’t be mad. cheer her up if that’s possible. she’s too focused of this conflict she’s having currently, and it’s fine. her expectations were very different for some reason.

#fikarot #kpop tarot #kpop tarot reading #tarot kpop #tarot reading kpop #tarot #tarot reading #jang wonyoung #wonyoung #wonyoung ive #wonyoung izone #wonyoung iz*one #ive #izone #iz*one

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gemsofgreece · 4 years ago

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What are some trustworthy places to donate money to fighting the wildfires? I know of the Hellenic Institute but not much else. Thank you!

So far there are not many options, maybe because the immediate need is for volunteers to physically help fight the still expanding fires and probably more donations will start later.

There are two I found:

1. You can donate to the Red Cross Greece.

Transfer your donation to their account in the bank "Eurobank".

Their IBAN: GR26 0260 2400 0003 0020 1205 013

Their SWIFT code: ERBKGRAAXXX

In the reason box or whatever it is called, use the word "Πυρκαγιές" just like I write it here. Copy paste it. It means "Wildfires".

If you need more guidance call them at (+30) 210 36 09 825

2. The gamers / youtubers UNBOXHOLICS ( Sakis and Alekos Karpas, they are brothers) are doing a special livestream on twitch.tv to gather donations. Now you may ask, seriously??? A twitch by some gamers?! Yes, these guys are super legit. They are some of the most popular and straightforward Greek youtubers and I believe they can totally be trusted. They have done this before, for the fatal fires of Mati in 2017. The livestream begins today 6/8/2021 at 11.45 PM EEST (you 'll have to convert to your timezone). As long as there is a way to donate through twitch even if you are abroad and as long as the language isn't a problem, you don't have to worry whether your money will go to the right hands. Anyway, check them out and see.

This is their twitch link.

3. Avaaz. This is not a donation but please sign this campaign that all burned areas should be immediately reforested to their former state without any exception accepted. This is the link.

Hopefully there will be more donating platforms launching soon.

*PS: I found some random people launching gofundmes and stuff but I obviously can't vouch for them.

I thank you for your intention to offer help to those in need right now. You rock 💕

#greece #tw fire #tw wildfire #wildfires #climate change #donation #donate #help #ask #anon #tw heatwave

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someone-elsa · 4 years ago

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Meet Wade Stacks! He's a 25-year-old trans guy from my story Something about us (Wade made his first appearance in Chapter 19). The sim who wins this BC will join the cast of the story as Wade's love interest (surprise!) and is the Mystery woman mentioned in Chapter 23. You can submit a sim even if you're not familiar with the story. And even if you were, you don't need to take the story into account when creating your sim. I'll make sure the sim fits in.

About Wade: he is originally from Desiderata Valley where he grow up with his twin sister Brook and older sister River. Wade is calm and clever and has a dry sense of humour. Now, he is starting his master of science studies in South Swampton University and has just moved in the city. He's about to meet someone special, but who is his SO-to-be? That's something you can have an impact on!

General things - I think I’ll pick seven candidates if I’m lucky enough to receive that many - I’ll write dialogue if I come up with something but this BC will be more gameplay than a story - I’ll follow the BC rules more or less - I have Wicked Whims but I’m not planning to include any racy action but never say never. If there are to be posts with nudity, I’ll tag them with NSFW

In case you’re interested in participating...

1) Create/Pick your sim - We are looking for female sims aged 20 to 30. Otherwise, it's up to you! Widow, single, single-parent... We want a diverse cast of candidates, so be creative! - No occults, though! Sorry! - You can create a new sim, or use existing one or a premade. Maybe don't use someone else's creation unless you've got a permission. It’s ok to use a sim you’ve entered into a BC etc before (as long as they aren’t competing anymore) - Give your sim at least one casual and formal look (more the merrier, and formal can be closer to semi-formal). Style the other looks if you like (At least check they don’t look too ridiculous ;)) - NO Romantic or Out-going traits or Love Aspirations - Give them a negative trait (what counts as negative is up to you!) - They can have skills/reward traits fitting their backstory (no CC traits/aspirations) - Small amount of Maxis Match CC is OK (please no merged files!). This spreadsheet has a list of stuff I frequently use on my sims! - I may change the sims’ looks (skinblend, eyes) to match my style!

2) Introduce your sim - Make a post and introduce your candidate (something like these but less text lol) - No need for super detailed backstory but I'd like to have some pointers - I want to tell more about Wade but what would you like to know? Write a question or two for him in your introduction post! Answered questions so far! - Tag me so I can reblog your post (and/or use tag "something about wade bc") - You can hit me up with an ask or tag me in your post’s replies if I don't like/reblog your post in 24 hrs

- Prepare to send me your sim’s tray files + their CC (I’ll send you a message when/if I need the files)

DEADLINE for entries is 2.7.2021 09.00(am) EEST Currently the deadline is +48 hrs. I’m not moving the deadline any more.

Can’t wait to see your entries! 😘

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lunarsaga · 4 years ago

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EPISODE 1: Here Comes Trouble

[[HERE WE GO, BITCHES! Fanfic and Fanart combine to make some unholy mix of Time Consumption that will not leave me alone.

THE LUNAR SAGA, EPISODE 1, START!

Note: the text in the panels doesn't match the actual written portion of the fic ^^; I tried my best but I didn't wanna redraw all of this... ]]

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Kagome had been gone longer than she usually was, and Inuyasha was getting impatient.

They’d finally gotten their first lead on Naraku since his disappearance—that he was heading in the direction of the Ox and Tiger (Kagome called it “noh-rth-eest”?)—this was no time for her to be going back to her world! He tried to tell her that when she left, but she insisted that she was going home to bring back something that would help them.

She’d been gone for almost ten days now! What could possibly be taking so long?!

The half demon sat beside the well, seething as he waited for something to happen. He’d been at this pretty much constantly since the day after she left. He had half a mind to follow her down the well to her world and drag her back here; he’d done it before, he could do it again.

“Don’t you dare follow me!” Kagome had said before she left, “I might be gone a while, but I promise it’ll be worth it!”

“Ain’t worth it if we lose track of Naraku because you’re taking so long,” he growled to no one in particular. Obviously, he got no response from the dry well, so he stood up and raised his voice: “HURRY THE HELL UP, KAGOME!”

“Inuyasha?”

Inuyasha jumped from surprise when he saw Kagome hop up out of the well. She sat on the edge, smiling just softly. A little embarrassed that he was yelling at the well, Inuyasha folded his arms and cleared his throat.

“It’s about time you got back, Kagome,” he said. “What took you so damn long?!”

Kagome sighed, still smiling as she set her feet on the ground and stepped closer to him. “I told you, I had to get something. It took a second, but I said it’d be worth it, didn’t I?”

“I hope you’re right,” he snorted, “Because if Naraku gets away cos you took too long over there—”

He didn’t get to finish his thought. He hadn’t been paying attention to the well at all; usually, he wouldn’t have needed to. This time, he would definitely regret it. From the depths of the well came a voice he’d never heard before:

“HEADS UP!”

He didn’t even have time to wonder who the hell’s voice it was. Seconds later, something heavy flew out of the well and smacked him square in the face.

“WHAT THE HELL?!”

Kagome laughed nervously, holding her hands up, “Uh… that would be her.”

Anger boiling and holding his freshly bruised nose, Inuyasha shouted back at her: “WHO?!”

“Keep your pants on!” Came that same voice again. Inuyasha turned his attention back to the well as someone he’d never seen before pushed herself out of the well.

She dressed strangely—that was a given, she seemed to be from Kagome’s time—and carried a large, oddly-shaped bag on her back. She had thick waves of black hair, much longer than Kagome’s, but pretty much the same shade of jet black. Not only that, she seemed to resemble Kagome in a lot of ways, even if she looked much older. They had the same shape of face, the same nose, and the same round, brown eyes—although, if he looked close enough, he could see a strange pattern in this girl’s irises: little flecks of pale gold, asymmetrically surrounding her pupils.

Inuyasha was immediately on edge, his hand going instinctively for his sword hilt. Kagome saw, and shook her head, setting her hand on his arm.

“Relax, Inuyasha,” She said, “This is who I went back to get.”

“Sorry, did my bag getcha?” The girl asked as she hopped out of the well.

“Inuyasha,” Kagome continued, gesturing to the older girl, “Allow me to introduce you to my older sister. This is Luna.”

For a second, it didn’t set in. Inuyasha blinked once… twice… “Your… sister? You have a sister?!”

“She sure does,” the girl—Luna—stood tall, grinning and holding out her hand. As she did, she said something he didn’t understand. It sounded like weird gibberish. When she saw his face, she laughed and smacked her palm to her forehead. “Right, sorry. Still getting used to speaking Japanese more than I do English.”

Once again confused, Inuyasha just stared at her. “In-glesh?”

Luna nodded. “It’s the common language where I live.”

“Inuyasha, Luna lives in a different place than the rest of our family,” Kagome explained, “She lives in a country that’s across the ocean, called America.”

“A-mare-i-kah…” Inuyasha tried to say. “Sounds weird.”

“Oh it is, definitely.” Luna laughed, going to pick up her bag.

“Is that what took you so long?” Inuyasha asked Kagome, “You had to wait for her to travel across the ocean?”

“Didn’t take as long as you’d think, had to visit mom and gramps and Sota, too.” It was weird how casual this girl was about everything. “But I can explain why I’m here and where I’m from once we get to where we’re going, right?”

“Right,” Kagome agreed, smiling as she led her sister back toward Kaede’s village. “You gotta meet everyone else, too!”

“Looking forward to it.”

Inuyasha wasn’t sure how to process what the hell just happened. It was a lot of information in a very short amount of time, most of which he didn’t understand, and all of which he didn’t really like. He wasn’t sure how to feel about a new person joining their group, nevermind that he never knew Kagome had more family than the ones he’d met before. And the fact that she threw a heavy bag at his face certainly didn’t help. (Well… it was an accident, but still. It hurt.)

Well… at least Kagome was back, and the most important thing was that they could get on with their search for Naraku.

~ ~ ~

Alright, time to back up a little bit.

Now, there may have been a reason why Kagome didn’t really mention her sister. Part of it might have been that it would be hard to explain that her sister lived on another continent, but another part might have been that it would be even harder to explain why. And the reason it would be so hard to explain—for Kagome specifically—would be because of their father.

Now, the Higurashi family had quite a long history of shrine keepers, priests, and priestesses, dating back several hundred years. Along with that lineage came a propensity for spiritual magic and a connection to the supernatural, as well as the metaphysical, and Keiichirou Higarashi—father to Kagome, Luna, and Sota— was no exception. However, he had bigger dreams than shrine-keeping.

A bit of a rebel, Keiichirou spent some time in America during High School as a part of an exchange program. It was there, through the family that hosted him, that he found a world that he never would have imagined.

The underground world of Supernatural Monster Hunters.

He spent his high school years in America learning all about it: how to fight and protect people against different monsters, some of them like the ones his father told him stories of growing up. When he returned home, he declared that he’d found his calling, and when he could finally afford to, he would move to America to follow it.

His father worried about the fate of the Higurashi Shrine if his only child were to abandon their family’s legacy. Keiichirou wouldn’t back down, but found when he returned home, that the Hunting world extended even to Japan—not quite to the extent that it was in the States, but he could still find a middle ground between what he wanted and what his father did.

And in the interim, he fell in love and married a wonderful woman named Mei, who accepted his weird, secret world wholeheartedly.

The Higurashis’ first child was born on the first day of November, during a very full Harvest Moon. When she opened her eyes for the first time, the doctor immediately diagnosed her with partial Heterochromia; her hazel-brown eyes were speckled with gold just around her irises, making it look like she had little crescent moons in her eyes. Keiichirou chose her name for these reasons; he’d heard it when he was in America, a name that meant “moon”. Luna.

It was seven years until their next child came into the world: Kagome, named for the eight-pointed star Mei saw on her chest after she was born. Keiichirou was excited when he heard about that; he said that both of his girls had special gifts, and hoped they would one day do amazing things with them.

But another six years passed… and things weren’t so happy in the Higurashi house. Keiichirou had already started teaching Luna about the Supernatural world, where Mei thought she was too young. Keiichirou had grown weary over the years, still longing to go back to America, where the Hunter culture was strongest.

When Luna was thirteen, Kagome six, and Sota only a newborn, their parents separated.

Luna was old enough at that point, that her parents let her decide where she wanted to be. Enthralled by the idea of being a Hunter, she wanted to follow her father, even if it meant leaving the rest of her family.

Travel between the two countries was difficult; Luna was lucky if she saw her little sister and brother once a year. But they kept in touch as much as they could: by letter, by email, and a phone call every once in a while.

Then, just four years after he and Luna left Japan, Keiichirou passed away very suddenly of an illness. Despite her family’s insistence that she come back and live in Japan, Luna remained in her father’s house. She knew, by then, that she was too far into the Hunter world to leave; not to mention that she had Alice (an old family friend, let’s say for now), who had been helping take care of her anyway. So she stayed in America, as five more years went by.

She hadn’t talked to her sister in months, when she got a call from her out of the blue:

“Hey Luna, um… So, I’ve got quite the story to tell you…”

~ ~ ~

So here she was, Luna Higurashi, a 22-year-old American Monster Hunter, standing 500-ish years in the past, explaining herself to a half-dog-demon, a kitsune, a nekomata, a Demon Slayer, and a Buddhist Monk. All of whom were extremely surprised to find that Kagome had a sister.

“Nice to get to meet you all,” She said, “Kagome told me all about your adventures. She brought me here to help you get rid of that Naraku guy.”

“Kagome never told us she had a sister!” The little kitsune—Shippo—piped up first.

“So I’ve heard,” Luna chuckled, crossing her arms.

Sango, the Demon Slayer, looked rather interested in the guitar case Luna was carrying on her back. “You mentioned you were a Slayer too? That must be an impressive weapon you’re carrying.”

“Huh? Oh, no,” Luna shook her head, tugging on the strap. “This is just my guitar. It’s a musical instrument—all my weapons are in my duffel bag.”

While her attention was on Sango, Luna failed to notice the monk approaching her until he took her hand in his. “A demon slayer and a musician! To think Kagome never told us she had such a beautiful and accomplished sister.”

Luna just stared at him, but she could feel the tension rising from the Slayer next to her. It was like standing next to a crackling thunderstorm with lightning bolts ready to strike. But she had nothing to worry about, Luna wasn’t about to fall for it.

“Never did mention me, huh?” She reversed the gentle grip Miroku had on her hand, grabbed his wrist, and twisted it sideways; a warning. “But she did tell me about you. And if you value your hands, you’ll keep them to yourself.”

Miroku laughed nervously, “Ahahaha—ow! Th-there’s no need to be rash! I meant nothing by it!”

The thunderstorm was gone. Sango was smirking as Luna let the monk go. “Oh, I like her.”

Kagome sighed, shook her head and smiled. “Welcome to the group, sis.”

#inuyasha #inuyasha fanart #inuyasha oc #the lunar saga #lunar saga episodes #luna higurashi #kagome higurashi #sango #miroku #shippo #inucrew #inuyasha au #oc #my ocs #my art

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shibalen · 4 years ago

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☆ 𝒇𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏—𝒄𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆? 𝒊 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒏𝒐𝒕

hello everyone !! i am . . . holding a 50 followers celebration event like a normal person! i don't know how i got this far by being dead over half the time but i am nonetheless thankful ♡︎ without further ado, here's the idea for this matchup event:

☆ you send me a fandom (please check my pinned post), a bit about your personality, what kind of a person you like, romantic or platonic and, if you want to, a trope

i will match you with a character, generate a random quote from perchance.org and write you a small drabble based on it! depending on the quote, it might turn out to be weird but if you don't mind a good laugh then don't be shy to participate. this is open for everyone !!

☆ event duration: 16th—21st of July, 2021. i'll no longer accept requests after 23:59 of the last day, eest time

but that is all! if you have any questions or thoughts i'll be happy to reply to them ♡︎

#happy 50 #len speaks #matchups

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druid-for-hire · 6 years ago

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HADESTOWN, BROADWAY, Apr 25th 2019

Reeve Carney as Orpheus; Eva Noblezada as Eurydice; Amber Gray as Persephone; Patrick Page as Hades; André de Shields as Hermes; Jewelle Blackman, Yvette Gonzales-Nacer, Kay Trinidad as the Fates; Afra Hines, Timothy Hughes, John Krause, Kimberly Marable, Ahmad Simmons as Workers Chorus.

Liam Robinson as Conductor/on piano/accordion; Dana Lyn on violin; Marika Hughes on cello; Michael Chorney on guitar; Brian Drye on trombone/glockenspiel; Robinson Morse on double bass; Ben Perowsky on the drums/percussion.

Notes & lyrics:

(Note: these lyrics are directly transcribed out of the audio and i’m going off my memory, so there may be inaccuracies.)

[The turntable rises. Eurydice is gone, and in the very center is her red carnation. Orpheus appears onstage from stage right.]

ORPHEUS Mr. Hermes!

HERMES Hey, the big art-eest! Ain’t’cha workin’ on your masterpiece?

ORPHEUS Where’s Eurydice?

HERMES Brother, what do you care? You’ll find another muse somewhere.

[Orpheus steps down into the main stage, looking around.]

ORPHEUS Where is she?

HERMES Why you wanna know?

ORPHEUS Wherever she is Is where I’ll go

HERMES And what if I said she’s down below?

ORPHEUS Down below?

[Orpheus looks at the carnation. Dread and horror dawn on his face.]

HERMES Down below. “Six feet under the ground” below.

[Hermes steps down onto the main stage from his post at the mic stand.]

She called your name before she went, but I guess you weren’t listening.

ORPHEUS No...

[He bends down and picks up the flower delicately.]

HERMES So. Just how far will you go for her?

ORPHEUS ... to the end of time.

[He extends his hand out towards Hermes with the flower.]

To the end of the earth.

HERMES You got a ticket?

[Orpheus’ arm lowers.]

ORPHEUS ... no?

HERMES Yeah, I didn’t think so. ‘Course, there is another way, but, eh--

[Hermes turns away and waves a dismissive hand at Orpheus.]

I ain’t supposed to say...

ORPHEUS Another way?

[Hermes turns back to him, leaning in.]

HERMES Around the back. But that ain’t easy walkin’, jack. It ain’t for the sensitive of soul, so do you really wanna go?

ORPHEUS With all my heart.

HERMES With all your heart? Well. That’s a start.

[The lights dim and turn off, except for the orchestra’s music lights, a light on Hermes, a light on Orpheus, and a little bit of ambient light on the main stage.]

How to get to Hadestown: you have to take the long way down, through the underground, undercover at night--layin’ low, stayin’ out of sight.

[Workers appear, lined up on the outer turntable ring on stage right, headlamps shining as they look around¹, each carrying the heads of a larger ceiling lamp. Orpheus walks along the outer ring of the turntable, which spins against his pace, and meanders through them. Fog begins to roll in over the ground.]

Ain’t no compass, brother, ain’t no map, just a telephone wire and a railroad track. You keep on walkin’ and don’t look back ‘till you get to the bottom land.

[The turntable stops; Orpheus is center downstage and holds the flower out in front of him. The Workers behind him, in formation, each turn in circles in a swayed rhythm, lamp heads in hand and their headlamps casting all around as they turn.]

ORPHEUS Wait for me, I’m comin’ Wait, I’m comin’ with you Wait for me, I’m comin’ too, I’m comin’ too

[Orpheus is on the turntable again and the Workers line up on the center turntable as it spins them, their heads and bodies bobbing, headlamps flashing and shining all around. Orpheus dips his head under the lights a couple of times.]

HERMES The River Styx² is high and wide, cinder bricks and razor wire, walls of iron and concrete, hound dogs howlin’ ‘round the gates. Those dogs will lay down and play dead, if you got the bones, if you got the bread, but if all you’ve got is your own two legs--just be glad you got ‘em!

[Orpheus is brought back to center downstage; the Workers’ headlamps have turned off, and have attached the lamp heads to cables that have come down from the ceiling in a C formation along the turntable’s outer ring, the break being where Orpheus is. They pull them back towards center upstage, then push them out as golden light blooms from each of them and crouch down out of the way. Orpheus stands with the flower in a hand outstretched against a backdrop of swinging lamps.]

ORPHEUS & WORKERS Wait for me, I’m comin’ Wait, I’m comin’ with you Wait for me, I’m comin’ too, I’m comin’ too

[The Workers stand up and still each of the lamps, holding them where they naturally hang. Their headlamps burst to life and focus on Orpheus, and a bright white spotlight comes down on the very center, who startles and turns around, shielding his eyes against the light. The Fates appear suddenly: one on the onstage stage right exit, one on the balcony, one on the onstage stage left exit, each holding a lantern. The Workers bob up and down in sync.]

FATES Who are you?

[Orpheus wanders in towards the very center of the stage, then turns to the audience.]

Where do you think you’re goin’? Who are you? Why are you all alone? Who are you? / Who do you think you are? Who are you? / Who are you to think that you can walk a road that no one’s ever walked before?

[He shuts his eyes and sings.]

ORPHEUS La, la la la, la la la...

[The turntable slowly begins to elevate under him as his melody floats into the air and sinks into the ground. The Workers still and stand straight, awestruck. Orpheus looks around, startled by what he’s seeing, and keeps singing with new energy.]

La, la la la, la la...

WORKERS La, la la la, la la... La, la la la, la la... La, la la la, la la...

[Industrial lamps along the ceiling light up; the Workers look around to the walls, their headlamps also serving as pointers to where the audience should look. The stage heaves and rumbles and cracks open as the stones of the River Styx move aside, revealing passages of pipes and machinery, factory lamps burning bright. The Workers turn and face the audience, looking around as if the same thing is happening where they are. The golden light of the Underworld spills onto the stage.]

ORPHEUS & WORKERS La, la la la, la la la... La, la la la, la la la...

[The center turntable begins to lower.]

La, la la la, la la...

[Orpheus hops off the center turntable onto the outer ring, which spins faster as he runs faster as well, spinning him ‘round the stage more. The golden light turns back down except for the industrial lamps that burn low light and the swinging lamps. The Workers line back up in the center and their headlamps switch on as they bob up and down, scouting like searchlights.]

HERMES You’re on the lam, you’re on the run Don’t give your name, you don’t have one And don’t look no one in the eye This town will to suck you dry, they’ll Suck your brains, they’ll suck your breath They’ll pluck the heart right out of your chest Truss you up in your Sunday best And stuff your mouth with cotton

[Orpheus ends up center downstage again, and again the Workers take the lamps and swing them into the audience, this time joined by a cascade of blue spotlights on Orpheus and across the whole of downstage. They are still bright, but calm down and dim towards the end.]

ORPHEUS & WORKERS Wait for me, I’m comin’ Wait, I’m comin’ with you Wait for me, I’m comin’ too, I’m comin’

[The Workers catch their lamps and stand in formation. For each “wait” they cry, spotlights flash on Orpheus, each time getting brighter, then joined by ambient golden light flashing along the ceiling.]

WORKERS Wait!

ORPHEUS I’m comin’, wait for me

[The Workers crouch down.]

WORKERS Wait!

ORPHEUS I hear the walls repeating

WORKERS Wait!

[They begin to walk backwards.]

ORPHEUS The fallin’ of my feet, and

ORPHEUS & WORKERS It sounds like drummin’

[They rush back up to the lamps, pointing them all suddenly directly at Orpheus in sync.]

WORKERS Wait!

ORPHEUS And I am not alone

[The Workers turn back to the audience, holding the lamps directly over their heads.]

WORKERS Wait!

ORPHEUS I hear the rocks and stones

WORKERS Wait!

[They crouch.]

ORPHEUS Echoin’ our song

[The Workers rise up again slowly and grasp their lamps.]

ORPHEUS & WORKERS I’m comin’!

[Orpheus moves backwards into the center stage, which begins to sink. The Workers send the hanging lamps spinning in short circles and crouch. Orpheus gazes up as the golden lights of the lamps pass over him, illuminating his skyward gaze as he lowers and vanishes from sight. On the final beat, all the lights cut except for the golden light that spills from the Underworld from the cracks in the Styx.]

¹ I got flashed in the face for a solid two seconds. ² André messed up his line here. Uh, oops. ³ The applause lasted almost half a minute.

#or someone that i queue-sed to be #audio #hadestown #hadestown song by song

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kristallioness · 6 years ago

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Ooooh. For the language day thing how about "Stay safe"? I love seeing other languages and cultures so thank you for this opportunity! 💛

Stay safe (English) - Püsi ohutuna (Estonian)

“If what those witnesses say is true, you need to be careful. We don’t know what Yakone is capable of.”

Twisting your limbs backwards, stopping the blood flow to your heart and killing you on the spot.. Katara didn’t wanna name these atrocities out loud as she unfolded the lonely wrinkles on the red cloak covering his chest. Aang averted his gaze to the floor and let out a heavy sigh.

“I know, that’s why I’m on edge. What if he escapes and comes to the island to take revenge on you? Or the kids?”

“You don’t know what I’m capable of if someone tried to hurt our children,” she practically snarled, almost forcing her husband to take a step back. Instead, he grabbed her by the shoulders and rubbed them gently.

“You’re not the only one,” he said, determined. Katara swallowed a lump in her throat.

“And he’s certainly not the only bloodbender around here. Yakone should really think twice before he dares to come here.”

That was coming from the same person who worked so hard for months to outlaw that harmful form of bending. The person who felt disgusted and traumatized the first time she was forced to use it in an impossible situation, in order to save her future husband from being stabbed by the sword of her brother.

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s gonna be of much help to you right now. It’s not a full moon today. And if Yakone can control your body without the help of a full moon, well.. I’m sorry to say, but you’re completely defenseless.”

Katara scowled and looked away for a second. She knew Aang was right.

“Then don’t let it get that far! Don’t let him escape.”

“I won’t. I’ll do everything I can to make sure that the trial will be held and he will be sentenced to prison. But I need you to be ready, in case anything goes wrong. If something happens, I want you to take Appa and fly to Omashu-”

“I’m not running away without you!” she stated, her plea sounding rather desperate. Aang stepped closer and cupped her cheek with one hand, the other one snaked around her waist to invite her into his protective embrace.

“I need to know that you and the kids are somewhere safe. Somewhere I can come looking for you once the imminent danger is over.”

She hated this plan, but it was the only plan they had and she hoped they wouldn’t have to resort to this. Katara squeezed her eyes shut and locked her arms around his neck, holding onto her husband for dear life. She nuzzled her nose into his shoulder and simply hugged him in silence for a minute.

“..And if he dares to bloodbend you, I swear to the spirits that I’ll hunt him down like the monster he is!” she muttered into his robes, but Aang heard every word.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let that happen to anyone.”

Katara blinked away her tears and looked him in the eyes before she raised a hand to the nape of his neck and beckoned him downwards, their lips meeting for a long goodbye kiss.

“Stay safe,” she murmured once she pulled away. Aang continued to rub their noses together fondly.

“You too.”

“I love you so much, Aang.”

“I know. I love you too, Katara. And I’ll see you soon,” he assured her, planting another kiss on her temple.

———-x———-

“Kui see, mida need tunnistajad räägivad, on tõsi, siis sa pead olema ettevaatlik. Me ei tea, milleks Yakone on võimeline.”

Väänama sinu jäsemeid tagurpidi, peatama vereringe sinu südamesse ja kohapeal sind tapma.. Katara ei tahtnud neid jõledusi kõva häälega välja öelda, kui ta voltis lahti üksikuid kortse punasel keebil, mis tema rinda kattis. Aang pööras pilgu põrandale ja ohkas raskelt.

“Ma tean, sellepärast ma olengi ärevil. Mis siis, kui ta põgeneb ja tuleb saarele, et sinu peal kätte maksta? Või laste peal?”

“Sa ei tea, milleks ma võimeline olen, kui keegi üritab meie lastele haiget teha,” naine praktiliselt lõrises, sundides oma abikaasa peaaegu sammu võrra tagasi astuma. Selle asemel võttis ta tema õlgadest kinni ja hõõrus neid õrnalt.

“Sa pole ainus,” ütles mees otsusekindlalt. Katara neelas alla klombi kurgus.

“Ja tema pole kindlasti ainus veretaltsutaja siin kandis. Yakone peaks tõsiselt kaks korda mõtlema, enne kui ta siia julgeb tulla.”

See tuli samalt inimeselt, kes nägi kuid nii palju vaeva, et seda kahjulikku taltsutamise vormi seadusega keelustada. Inimeselt, kes tundis tülgastust ja oli traumeeritud pärast seda, kui ta oli võimatus situatsioonis sunnitud seda esimest korda kasutama selleks, et päästa oma tulevane abikaasa pussitamisest oma venna mõõga läbi.

“Jaa, ma ei arva, et sellest oleks sulle praegu palju abi. Täna ei ole täiskuu. Ning kui Yakone suudab kontrollida sinu keha ilma täiskuu abita, noh.. Mul on kahju tõdeda, aga sa oled täiesti kaitsetu.”

Katara kortsutas kulmu ja vaatas sekundiks eemale. Ta teadis, et Aang'il on õigus.

“Siis ära lase sellel nii kaugele minna! Ära lase tal põgeneda.”

“Ma ei lase. Ma teen kõik, mida ma suudan, et kohtuprotsess toimuks ja ta mõistetaks vangi. Aga mul on vaja, et sa oleksid valmis, juhul kui midagi valesti läheb. Kui midagi juhtub, siis ma tahan, et sa võtaksid Appa ja lendaksid Omashu'sse-”

“Ma ei põgene ilma sinuta!” väitis naine, tema palve kõlas üsna meeleheitlikult. Aang astus sammu võrra lähemale ja asetas ühe käe tema põsele, teine vingerdas ümber tema pihi, et kutsuda teda oma kaitsvasse embusesse.

“Ma pean teadma, et sina ja lapsed olete kusagil ohutus kohas. Kusagil, kust ma saan teid otsima tulla, kui otsene oht on möödas.”

Naine vihkas seda plaani, aga see oli ainus plaan, mis neil oli, ja ta lootis, et nad ei pea seda käiku laskma. Katara pigistas silmad kinni ning pani käed ümber ta kaela, hoides oma abikaasast elu eest kinni. Ta hõõrus oma nina vastu tema õlga ja lihtsalt kallistas teda minut aega vaikuses.

“..Ja kui ta söandab sind veretaltsutada, siis ma vannun hingedele, et ma jahin ning püüan ta kinni nagu koletise, kes ta on!” ta pomises mehe riietesse, aga Aang kuulis igat sõna.

“Ära muretse, ma ei lase sel mitte kellegagi juhtuda.”

Katara pilgutas oma pisarad minema ja vaatas oma abikaasa silmadesse, enne kui tõstis käe tema kuklale ja kutsus teda allapoole, nii et nende huuled kohtusid pikaks hüvastijätu suudluseks.

“Püsi ohutuna,” ümises ta, kui oli eemale tõmmanud. Aang hõõrus jätkuvalt nende ninasid kiindunult üksteise vastu.

“Sina ka.”

“Ma armastan sind nii väga, Aang.”

“Ma tean. Ma armastan sind ka, Katara. Ja ma näen sind peagi,” kinnitas ta, istutades veel ühe suudluse naise meelekohale.

Author’s note: Oh my gosh, Bee, you have no idea how happy I was when I read that you sent me this particular phrase! The moment I read it (+ seeing this gifset earlier), it clicked with this old idea of mine that I’ve had for ages, where I wanted to write about the conversation Aang and Katara might have before he goes to attend Yakone’s trial. The dialogue would’ve never been long enough to become a full-length fanfic. But this was the perfect opportunity to finally publish it as a ficlet with the pieces of dialogue I’d written down a couple of years ago. Thank you so much for giving me this opportunity!Also, why did the translated version of Katara’s last line make me cry? I’m not kidding, I teared up when I read the whole thing in my mother tongue and got to that line in the end. It sounds so.. emotional when I say it in Estonian (like it’s the last time she’s ever gonna get to say it and she wants him to know that). This whole story is rather intense and emotional.

#uyld #ask #ha-tep #shards of Kristal

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