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[calciopics]

Born on this day: Alex Morgan (02.07.1989)

[fantasynamesbymeforyou]

Ohma ဥမ္မာ - f (Burmese) linseed flower

Borrowed from Pali ummā, "linseed flower"

Other Spellings: Ohmar, Ohnmar, Omma, Onma

IPA Pronunciation: ʔṵmmà

Photo from geograph

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[helloparent]

How to Make the Most Out of Blue Day in Preschool: Craft Ideas

In the vibrant city of Mumbai, preschool education goes beyond textbooks and traditional teaching methods. The top preschools in the city recognize the significance of play-based learning as the foundation for early childhood education. Through play, children explore, discover, and develop essential skills that prepare them for a lifetime of learning. In this article, we will explore how play-based learning is at the heart of Mumbai's top preschools, aligning with the high standards set by the best preschools and pre schools in the city.

1. Holistic Development through Play

Physical Development: Play activities such as running, climbing, and playing with manipulative toys enhance fine and gross motor skills.

Cognitive Development: Games, puzzles, and problem-solving activities during play stimulate cognitive growth and critical thinking.

Social and Emotional Development: Play fosters interactions with peers, promoting social skills like sharing, cooperation, and conflict resolution. It also allows children to express and understand emotions.

2. Language and Communication Skills

Vocabulary Expansion: Play-based learning includes storytelling, role-play, and discussions, which contribute to vocabulary development.

Listening and Speaking: Children engage in conversations, listen actively, and express themselves, laying the foundation for strong communication skills.

3. Creativity and Imagination

Artistic Expression: Preschools provide opportunities for creative expression through drawing, painting, and crafting, allowing children to explore their artistic abilities.

Role-Playing: Imaginative play scenarios encourage creativity and help children develop storytelling skills.

Also Read: Digital Learning in Mumbai's Preschools

4. Problem Solving and Critical Thinking

Puzzle Games: Puzzle-solving activities, both physical and digital, challenge children to think critically and develop problem-solving strategies.

Explorative Play: Play-based learning often includes exploration of natural and scientific phenomena, fostering curiosity and inquiry.

5. Social Skills and Teamwork

Group Play: Activities like group games and collaborative projects teach children important social skills, including teamwork, negotiation, and cooperation.

Conflict Resolution: Through play, children learn to resolve conflicts, compromise, and understand different perspectives.

6. Emotional Regulation

Expressing Emotions: Play provides a safe space for children to express and manage their emotions, promoting emotional regulation.

Empathy: Through role-playing and storytelling, children learn to empathize with characters and understand different emotions.

7. Play-Based Curriculum

Varied Play Centers: Best Preschools in Mumbai offer diverse play centers, including art corners, science exploration zones, and dramatic play areas.

Structured Play: Play-based learning is not aimless; it is structured to align with educational goals, ensuring that children are actively engaged in learning through play.

8. Parent Engagement

Parent-Child Play: Many preschools involve parents in play-based activities, creating opportunities for parents to engage in their child's learning journey.

Conclusion

Mumbai's top preschools, including the best play schools near you and the best preschools in the city, understand that play-based learning is the cornerstone of early childhood education. Through play, children acquire the skills and knowledge they need for academic success and personal development.

These preschools provide a nurturing environment where children are encouraged to explore, create, socialize, and learn through play. By prioritizing play-based learning, Mumbai's top preschools ensure that children not only excel academically but also develop the critical thinking, social, emotional, and creative skills that will serve them well throughout their lives.

Originally Published Here.

[sunluvrbaby]

take me here, to the deep blue and sun kissed sand

[xylianasblog]

Come with me.

Pairings: Tsu’tey x Fem!Human Reader

Summary: Every so demanding and possessive even in where no need was to be, he wasn’t your mate yet.

Warnings: MDNI, on a mount, p in v, size difference, praising, belly bulge, mentions of breeding.

꒦꒷❀꒷꒦ ❀✿❀꒦꒷❀꒷꒦DMNI ꒦꒷❀꒷꒦❀✿❀ ꒦꒷❀꒷꒦

“Why do I have to go?” You asked Tsu’tey. It was quiet as he stared down at you, watching you before looking up at the trail ahead. “I can watch you better.” Came his reply.

You didn’t ask any more questions and simply hummed as you tried to focus on anything else but the way the slight bouncing and grinding of Direhorse felt against your slick cunt. Your bottom lip tucked between your teeth as you tried to relax your brain, the pleasure was overwhelming, and it felt so good you couldn’t help how your juices drenched you through your loose-fitting shorts.

You felt Tsu’tey wrapped his arm around your waist before you felt his chest pressed against your body, you whined a little bit said nothing. “You smell good.. so good.” He growled out, his hand slipping down underneath your shorts to rub at your slick entrance, his pupils dilated at your smell and feel. He groaned as he undid his loincloth, his large hands maneuvering you onto his lap as he told the Direhorse to slow to a steady trot.

His placed you over his throbbing cock, the tip pushing past your slick folds probing at your entrance. Your quiet whimpers filled his ears as he did his best to focus on following the trail, his hold on your hips loosened just enough for you to slink down into his length at a steady pace.

Inch by inch he sunk inside you until he had bottomed out, your squirming figure couldn’t handle being so full of him instead instance and you came almost immediately. Your walls clenching and gripping onto his length greedily had him groaning slightly, his loss of focus causing the Pali to speed up a great deal. It took a moment for his focus to shift, his brow bones furrowed as he used his free hand to guide you up and down. His commands to the Pali so each bounce and thrust were in tune.

The pleasure was overwhelming your every sense, your cries and whimpered were like music to his ears. He was prideful and content knowing only he had been the one to have your body in such a state. “You are mine. You will be round with my baby soon, so full of me.” He murmured against your ear as he nuzzled his face into your head, breathing in the scent of you and him mixed together. “You will be a good mother, giving me as many children as I want.”

You bit down on your lip trying to hold on to your sounds, but your second orgasm was already quickly approaching. “So tight, and so wet. You are a needy little human.” His words didn’t stop. “You feel so good wrapped around me as if your tiny body was made for me.” You couldn’t help but while at the last remark, the thought of being made just for him had your cunt clinging to his length. His low growls only add to your arousal.

“You have until we arrive home; I plan to fill your pussy with my seed the entire ride back.”

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[onskepa]

We need a so'lek x human x neteyam

Idk if you can do with three characters (but i hope you do)

Nothing out of the blue (got it??)

They are like a couple, but the na'vis are showing love to their tawtute. What i meant is that so'lek and neteyam aren't romantic with each other (gay)

Or if you're not comfortable with this, the reader could be their favourite tawtute. Nothing romantic, just being affectionate :)

Hellooooooo darling~!

So for this one, it will be like platonic fluff. I hope you are ok with this! Enjoy~!

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Pxoeng

[it makes sense to me]

Friends who grew up since diapers will get very comfortable with each other as time passes. Would call each other silly nicknames, refer to the other as family, or practically become family. They are close, where one cannot function without the other. As their lives orbit around the other. Friends can come as two, or in three. A trio if you will. 

A trio is different from a duo. With a trio, you can dominate and conquer anything. Three is a crowd? No, three is a party. A party with inside jokes, fun memories and a perfect balance. Truly an unbreakable bond. 

Which leads us to three certain people. Neteyam, Pxoeng, and so’lek. They are peak example of ‘three is a party’. You have the bright bubbly personality, the mature mother, and the crackhead street dog. You guess who is who. 

“Is it poisonous?” Neteyam asks a bit worriedly, in front of him, his silly little idiot. Pxoeng, a human who likes to test things with her life. And sanity. “I don't feel anything, it tastes kinda sweet” she replies after eating a thick gooey substance leaking from a tree. Licking her lips, she lets the taste settle down, staying still for anything. 

“We can always go to mo’at if anything happens” neteyam offers. Pxoeng nods in agreement, with that settled they continue on their walk. “Or we could go now” a deeper voice followed behind them. Turning around they see an unpleasant so’lek. Arms crossed, frown deep, and clearly not happy with pxoeng’s little stunt. The human girl frowned, matching his. 

“I won't die from it. I ate plenty of inedible things and I am alive. Live a little so’lek, "she says. Rolling his eyes he turns to neteyam, “if she pukes, it's on you”. Neteyam shrugs and doesn't mind at all. “Lets go, we still have ways to go” so’lek says, taking the lead of the walk path. Pxoeng and neteyam followed suit, one on each of the older na’vis side. “You sure seem a bit grumpy today, did someone take the last of your favorite?” neteyam asks so’lek. It doesn't take a word out of his mouth to respond but so’lek gave his answer with a grunt. 

“I know! For lunch let's gather some of your favorite mushrooms to make your favorite stew, how does that sound?” Pxoeng suggests. Giving a moment of thought, so’lek nods. “Yes, that would be nice”.

The three continued on until they reached their destination. Their little piece of heaven, ‘Arch heart’ as pxoeng named it. It was a comfortable little cave, filled with paintings, food, hammocks and among other things, built to feel like a second home. Away from their main home. 

Neteyam entered first and began to roll up some screens to let more light inside. Pxoeng grabbed a fruit and dumped herself onto her hammock and so’lek sits on the edge to enjoy the view of the outside. 

For a while neither of the three said anything, just doing their little tasks here and there. Letting the silence be the comforting sounds to soothe them. It is their favorite part of the day. Just the three of them together in their solitude. No tasks, no chores, no one to take time off of their day. Just pure tranquility. 

“Ok ok, how about…..we use some pali’s to pull the cart and maybe the ikrans can carry it on here. Aaaand whala! We can have nice comfy bean bags in here” Pxoeng explains her little idea after they had a nice hearty dinner in their cave. 

Night arrived, so to be more comfy, so’lek still sitting on the edge but this time pxoeng and neteyam joined him. Pxoeng sat on his lap while she laid her head on neteyam’s lap. Doing as his mother taught him, neteyam calmly massages pxoeng’s head as so’lek squeezes her thighs from time to time. 

“But aren't bean bags easy to tear? The ikrans would tear it apart with their claws” Neteyam says. His playfully boops his nose, “that is why I said to use a cart. So that the bean bags won't get damaged”. 

“No bean bags, the hammocks are enough” So’lek interjected. The other two look over at him in slight confusion. “But you like the bean bags,” Neteyam says. So’lek looks at him then back at the sky. Slightly smirking, the boy playfully shoves the older’s shoulder only to receive an annoyed hiss. “No no, he is right. You are the first to body slam on a bean bag. Wouldn't it be nice to have some here and not sit near the edge like…an edgy anti hero” Pxoeng says. 

So’lek sighs, not tired, not annoyed, just a sigh. 

“Fine, 

“YES!” 

“But you and neteyam are carrying them all the way up here” 

“What?!” 

"But they are heavy...” 

So’lek lets out a hearty laugh as he enjoys their expressions. Especially Pxoeng. Neteyam calms her down by stroking her hair. Pxoeng lays her head on neteyam’s head as she starts to play with so’leks fingers. 

“Fine, we will carry them, but they are for us and none for you so’lek” 

“Now hold on

Aaaaaaaand that is it for this one! Sorry if it was short, but its short and sweet! Until next time! See ya!

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Pxoeng = We, three, inclusive

[opencommunion]

please go to a protest for Land Day tomorrow (March 30th) if you can

AUSTRALIA – Hobart / Nipaluna. 1PM Every Saturday @ Davey St. (Grand Chancellor).

CANADA – Antigonish, NS. 1PM Every Saturday @ Antigonish Town Hall. Antigonish 4 Gaza.

CANADA – Montreal. 2PM Land Day Tatreez Workshop @ Refugee Center. PYM Montreal.

CANADA – Ottawa. 2PM Land Day @ Human Rights Monument.

CANADA – Toronto. 2PM Land Day @ Yonge & Dundas. PYM Toronto.

ENGLAND – Halifax. 1PM Every Saturday @ Wilkos on Southgate.

ENGLAND – Hebden Bridge. 3PM Every Saturday @ Holme Street. 4PM @ St George’s Square. West Yorkshire for Palestine.

ENGLAND – London. 11AM @ 7 Tavistock Square. PYM Britain.

ENGLAND – London. 12PM @ Central London. STW UK.

NETHERLANDS – Amsterdam. 7PM Every Night @ Dam Square.

PORTUGAL – Porto. 10PM Every Night Vigil @ Camara Municipal.

SCOTLAND – Orkney. 1PM Every Saturday @ St Magnus Cathedral Steps. Amnesty Orkney.

AZ – Phoenix. 1MP Land Day @ Civic Space Park. PSL Phoenix AZ.

CA – Los Angeles. 1PM Land Day March @ LA City Hall. PYM LA/OC/IE.

CA – Petaluma. 12:30PM Every Saturday @ Petaluma & E Washington. Occupy Pelatuma.

CA – Ventura. 12:30PM @ 181 E Santa Clara St. ANSWER Coalition.

CO – Fort Collins. 3PM Every Saturday @ Old Town Square. NOCO Liberation Coalition.

DC – Washington DC. 4PM @ DuPont Circle. ANSWER Coalition.

FL – Gainesville. 11AM @ Depot Park. ANSWER Coalition.

FL – Orlando. City Hall. TBA. ANSWER Coalition.

FL – Pensacola. PM @ Main & Reus (Blue Wahoos). PSL CGC. 

GA – Atlanta. 2PM @ Consulate of Israel. PYM.

ID – Pocatello. 12PM Every Saturday @ Bannock County Courthouse. Pocatello for Palestine.

IL – Chicago. 1PM @ TBA. USPCN + Chicago SJP.

LA – New Orleans. 3:30PM @ 701 N Rampart St.

MA – Springfield. 2PM @ 36 Court St. ANSWER Coalition.

ME – Portland. 1PM @ Monument Square. PSL Maine.

MI – Detroit. 1:30PM @ Beacon Park. USPCN.

MI – Detroit. 10AM Land Day @ Rouge Park. PYM.

MN – Minneapolis. 2PM @ 2707 West Lake St. ANSWER Coalition.

MT – Kalispell. 12PM Every Saturday @ Main & Center. MT 4 Palestine.

NC – Asheville. 4PM @ 1 N Pack Square. ANSWER Coalition.

NC – Charlotte. 4PM @ Wilmore Centennial Park. CLT 4 Palestine + PSL Carolinas.

NC – Raleigh. 3PM Land Day @ Moore Square. PSL Carolinas.

NC, Charlotte. 4PM @ Wilmore Centennial Park. Land Day. CLT 4 Pali + PSL Carolinas.

NM – Albuquerque. 4PM @ UNM Book Store. ANSWER Coalition.

NY – New York. 12PM @ City Hall Park. Within Our Lifetime.

NY – New York. 12PM Vigil Every Saturday @ 5th & 44th in Brooklyn. Sunset Park Elders.

NY – New York. 5PM @ Times Square. PYM.

NY – Rochester. 1:30PM @ MLK Park. End Apartheid ROC + SJP UR.

OH – Cincinnati. 3PM @ 801 Plum St. ANSWER Coalition.

OH – Cleveland. 2PM Land Day @ Edgewater Upper Pavillion. USCPN.

OH – Columbus. 4PM @ 120 W Goodale St. ANSWER Coalition.

OH – Dayton. 5PM @ 2680 Ridge Ave. ANSWER Coalition.

OH – Wooster. 11AM @ 538 N Market St. ANSWER Coalition.

OR – Bend. 12PM Saturdays @ Peace Corner. Central Oregon 4 Socialism.

OR – Portland. 12PM @ Desert Island Studios. Letters for Palestine PDX.

PA – Philadelphia. 5PM @ 7th & Walnut. ANSWER Coalition.

PA – Pittsburgh. 3:30PM @ 4100 Forbes Ave. ANSWER Coalition.

RI – Providence. 5PM @ Prospect Terr. ANSWER Coalition.

TX – Houston. 1PM @ Waterwall Park. PYM Houston.

TX – San Antonio. 12PM @ 301 E Travis ST. ANSWER Coalition.

VT – Burlington. 1PM @ City Hall. ANSWER Coalition.

WA – Seattle. 2PM Land Day @ Lake Union Park. PYM.

WI – Milwaukee. 1:30PM @ Sijan Park. PSL Milwaukee.

WI – Viroqua. 11AM Vigil Every Saturday @ Main & Decker. Driftless Solidarity / Wolves PSC.

WV – Martinsburg. 12PM Land Day @ Martinsburg Town Square. PSL WV.

DISCLAIMER: I didn't make this list and it's not comprehensive. If you don't see a protest near you, look up what your local orgs are doing, and if you still can't find anything, take autonomous action

[rorynn]

A strange little human but brave.

Authors note: i had this on drafts. This what your reading was called "Lo'ak needs more comfront" but changed it because the meeting is taking to long. By the way you as the reader have siblings and is training to protect your siblings.

•My boy he litterly needs to be heard out. Ones he ran away from his home so he can cool himself after being yelled from his parents.

•Especially from Jake.

•He went somewhere deep into the bushes to a unknown cliff.

•The same cliff where he met you. It was a bit awkward.

•He hang out with Spider without his parents knowing when he heard someone laughing.

•He got closer to see only a little girl probalby his age laughing with another girl who is a bit tallet than her.

•Then he heard you calling her sister in Na'vi, tsmuke.

•You were talking Na'vi so did your sister.

•He and Spider thoat that there is no human kids left in Pandora only Spider.

•The Na'vi and a human boy wanted to leave but the same time Lo'ak wanted to meet you, know you.

•But Spider warned him that Jake will be mad if he figures out he left with no telling.

•Then you appeared out of nowhere. Telling them what are they doing here or you will beat their ass if they are here to hurt you and your sister. In Na'vi.

•Then your sister stopped you and said to look at na'vi boy's fingers. And for Spider who is also a human boy left in Pandora.

•Then you asked curiously who they are.

•Lo'ak then said hus name and that he is the third child off Toruk Makto. The son of Jake Sully.

•Then your sister squealed and told him that you and her heard about his dad. He was a great warrior.

•Then you asked who the other boy is. He said that his name is Spider Soccoro. A friend of Lo'ak.

•Until Lo'ak said Spider is Quaritch's son.

•That shocked you and your sister. Causing Spider to be upset and galred at Lo'ak for bringing that up.

•Until you said that he looks nothing like him.

•Spider seemed less upset.

•Then you asked if they would like to play with you and your sister but your sister told you she can't and that she has homework that the scientist give her about Earth.

•And you didn't, you were only 6. It's like your in the first grade in First Day of school so you didn't have.

•So you played with them.

•Talked about your lives.

•Lo'ak told you he has 3 siblings. Neteyam "the perfect little soilder". Kiri his adopted sister. His dad's friend's daughter who died. And Tuktirey who is bon just a few weeks ago.

•You awed and asked about is Tuktirey adorible and he said yes.

•Then you asked Spider about his family. He said he doesn't have one. He only had Max and Norm and the other scientist that stayed in Pandora. His mom and dad died in the war. And Lo'ak, Kiri and Neteyam.

•You felt bad about him. Even though he's the the son of the same species as yours. He didn't seem like him at all you remind him that is not one to be blamed for what his dad did.

•You then thoat of somthing to make him less upset and told a stories that was told in Earth. Some of them are from Disneys and some from Drwamworkers.

•They both loved it.

•You two were even distracted that you forgot it was eclipse.

•As you saw that it's getting dark.

•You told them that it's time to go home.

•Lo'ak started panicking that his dad is going to kill him.

•You confroted him that his dad won't, he will be a little mad.

•Until a large blue female figure appeared in front of Lo'ak, hissing fiercely at you. At the same time, another large blue male figure leaped in front of left side. Glaring at you.

•You emedeatly backed away looking confused and angry but immediately bared your teeth at them. You trying to protect youself by not fearing them. A little.

•Then the female threaded you who you are and what are you doing near her son?

•Now that you know she is his mom and the male one is his dad Lo'ak tried to say somthing til you interrupted him saying that you just palying with him and his friend.

Then she turned to her mate saying that you needs to leave and that you are a harm. A Sky Demon.

Then the the male on came closer to you.

Looking down at your high.

He was staring at you. Then called Neytiri saying that your just a little kid and a little messy.

That angered you at told them that your not little kid and hissed at them.

Wich shocked the boys acept Neytiri, she felt disrespected.

Then Jake looked at you and said that you are and asked where you come from and are there some humans left in Pandora.

You said nothing. You told him that your sister said not to talk to strangers.

Then Jake said "You were talking with my son, you two are strangers, kid"

You angerly said "because he's harmless he and he is not a creepy grown up nor his friend. And stop calling me a kid"

Jake was ataken a back.

You don’t seem scared of him. You talked back to them. You bared your teeth at them like then mistuke you for someone.

Then you asked can you go? Wich Lo'ak gasped a little and asked if is your home far away you should have done that earlier because the wild animals hunt at midnight.

Then you said camly that you shouldn't be worry about you and that your home isn't that far:)

Then Neytiri inurapted and said that you should go your cousing trouble.

Lo'ak is trying to defend you saying that you are harmless.

Neytiri shushed him and said that you coused enough trouble.

This angred you even more. You said that it wasn't his fault for coming it here in the first place and that you three were having fun and didn't relise it was late till it was eclipse.

It was a loud silent Jake looked at Neytiri, Neytiri did the same and looked at you then Lo'ak. He then said that your his friend.

It shocked you that you actually having friends right now.

You didn't have friends you had only your big sister and a baby brother.

Then you heard someone calling your name from. It souned like your sister. You can see then a couple of humans and a Avatar appiering.

"Coming sister!"

•Then Spider said "I think you should go home, your sister is probably worried."

Then you said "Yeah I can see that. It was knowing you and Lo'ak tho" they looked at Jake "and stop calling me a kid". "Y/N!"

•"I'm coming!"

You reluctantly returns to her before you could say another word though you scold "S/N! How many times do I have to tell ya, don't bother me when I'm trying to defend my friends!!" to which your sister replies "gee, Sorry".

Did that stop you from seing them.

No.

Pt. 2

[bluepallilworld]

Palida's Day

The sky is blue, blue like the moon. It is salty too and she's unsure if the wind is soft or harsh. Her hands squeeze hard on fur as the surroundings shifted at an incredible speed. A laugh bubbles its way out of her non-existent throat and orange fireflies start to dance around. Her giggles are loud and clear and nature bursts into life with each vibration, growing with bright blasts of colors that end up covering the sky. Her loyal rabbit stops and she flies out of the saddle. A cloud catches her. A dizzying light envelops her, flashing rapidly from a dull red to vivid blue-green, each flicker sending subtle jolts along her spine.

Palida awoke with a bustling energy coursing through her every limbs. It was exhilarating.

She jumped down her bed like a spring and took a moment to twirl and jump with happy little shouts. It always helped to get some of the extra energy from the sleep out right after waking to avoid getting into situations like running into a wall trying to do anything. She giggled and flapped her hands, kicked her feet and just had fun being as loud as she could do without making someone scramble to her room in confused panic. Once her morning routine successfully finished, she could already feel her internal fire chill down a bit. Just what was needed to not get into troubles but not enough to feel sleepy too early in the day. She should be able to go all the way through to her afternoon nap without faltering this time! And her parents will tell her how proud they are of her and maybe she'll have two desserts instead of one! With that very thought sitting right in front of her mind, the young girl runned down the hallway. Direction the kitchen. She sangsung while trailing her hand along the wall, jumping above imaginary lines and dodging invisible dangers.

"Kitchen, kitchen, let's go to the kit-kit-kit-kitchen!"

The monster pushed the door open and stormed into the room, eager to start the day. She hopped on a chair and finally looked around to see who was up.

On the chair right across the table was sitting an owl, busy meticulously peeling off the skin of some tomatoes before eating them. That was the last visitor, Charley. Or was it Jone? Asturd? She just couldn't remember it right now and she couldn't care less. They were a very boring guy... They didn't even glance at Palida as she made her chair wobble in thoughts. Nobody else was in the kitchen yet. With a determined stare at the big clock over the oven, she determined it might be a bit too early for her dads.

Meaning!

She could eat whatever she wanted for breakfast!

Not wasting a minute, Palida jumped down on the floor tiles.

The action made the room swim for an instant before she readjusted herself. Aw, the sleeping rush was already ending... No more running around until she got something tasty in her belly she guessed.

Well, she just had to rummage through the closets for a second and she would bounce back for at least another half hour!The chair's feet made some unholy screech as she dragged it to the cupboard, making the visitor groan. There! Palida cautiously climbed back on it and stood on her tippy toes to reach her potential breakfast. Surprisingly, she did not fall during the adventure and the girl felt very smug about it. She really was getting better at this! Once the monster got her hands on her favorite cereals, some really sugary things shaped like carrots, she scurried right back to the table and wasted no time plunging her hand into the box with all the attention to scarf down the food the fastest possible.

"Pali, what did we say about eating right out of the box?"

The girl gulped down what was in her mouth before turning towards the new adult in the room, who was currently leaning on the door frame. Wearing a louse black shirt and a lopsided crown.

"To... not do it?"

Palida answered her papa hesitantly, scrunching her memory trying to remember the exact phrasing of the advice she heard almost every morning.

Dream sighed and yawned once before approaching the cereal mess on the table. He softly brushed his hand against his daughter's cheek, making her look at him.

"Yes and to clean after if you inevitably end up doing it again."

"I was going to!", the girl lied easily, not even trying to look shameful about the endeavor.

"Sure, you were."

Dream crossed his arms, his only functioning eye light staring at his child, a slight grin making the expression softer. Palida watched her papa slowly retreat in the corridor and swiftly come back with a hand hidden behind his back, her head tilting in confusion. What was he holding onto now?

"Now guess who got out all clean and fresh from the laundry washer?"

Red and beige fabric, floppy ears above a limp cloth like body.

"Bunby!"

"Oh, is that its name today?"

Palida ignored the question and jumped on her beloved rabbit plush she reluctantly let go of yesterday after a jam accident. She squeezed it in her arms, letting the smell of clean fabric rubbed against her nasal bone. She stayed that way as her papa swiftly picked her up and busied himself cleaning her food mess, content to just cuddle up there silently.

After the table (and floor) was clean again and some conversation went over her head between her papa and the guest, she stretched up to pat her hand against the adult cheek.

"Yes my light?", he answered after some frustrating long seconds, glancing at her.

"Is Popy still on bed?"

"In bed, lil' star. And yes, I do believe so. Should we...?"

The girl giggled and nodded vigorously. They should!

They made their way quietly towards the biggest bedroom of the house, barely glancing back when a soft sound and a squick told them their current guest had finally left this plane.

The door creaked despite their best attempt at staying discreet.

Warm room. King sized bed. A shape hiding under a fuzzy blanket, curled around a pillow.

Palida stared at her papa. He stared back for a minute before grinning.

And just like that, she was launched like a canon-ball on her still asleep father. Action that allowed a loud screech of surprise out of the victim and a loud fit of laugh out of the victorious warrior.

Cross, now fully awake, looked at the bundle of energy sitting on his chest with a quirked brow.

"Pal, pumpkin, are you obligated to wake me up like that, everyday?"

She knew that despite his words, her popy was not mad. Mostly because he was half grinning (and that was not a mad grin! She was really good at noticing those!) and his hand was softly brushing the top of her skull. So she just giggled and went for what would be the funniest.

She pointed at her other parent, leaning on the far wall and took her most innocent voice.

"Papa idea!"

"Oh so that's what it is? Dream was the real culprit this whole time?"

The "culprit" barely had a second to widen his eyes and even less to attempt a desperate dash towards the exit before a cushion violently hit his chest and made him awkwardly stumble backward.

Palida shrieked in delight watching the pillow fight start between the two. Laughters filled the room as various soft weapons flew in the air. She bounced on a corner of the king sized bed, clapping her small hands.

That was so fun!

The world exploded into tiny little shards of light and darkness. Pain erupted from her face and soon her back collided with the floor. She had tumbled down the bed after an accidental pillow hit her square. For a second the air felt still, no one in the room dared moving.

Then a wail resounded, loud and clear, escaping from the girl's mouth as her whole body shook. It was all it took to make the adults scramble to her side, whispering sweet comfort and apologies and promising treats.

Her nasal bone hurted and her back was on fire! What were they talking about stuff being "fine"? She was literally dying! She tried to muse her thoughts aloud but she could only get out pitiful and retched sobs making her body feel all fuzzy and twitchy.

Strong arms picked her up, rocking her gently and hummed words made their way through her mind. A song she knew well wormed its way through the pain.

"Hey there firefly, what's going in your mind? Hey there firefly, why is your light snuffed out?

The night is dark and my fingers are frozen...

Will you warm me up, dear firefly?

Will you light my path, dear firefly?

Will you hug my heart, dear firefly?

Hey there firefly, what's going in your mind? Hey there firefly, why is your light snuffed out?

If you're tired, I'll bring you to bed, dear firefly!

If you're sick, I'll take care of you, dear firefly!

If you're sad, I'll hold you close, dear firefly!

So please stick around firefly...

Lay your head in my arms...

And... take a nap with me..."

Words started blurring at the end, exhaustion spreading through the small monster limbs and soon everything gently turned to black.

"She fell asleep."

Cross examined his daughter's face, lingering on a small scratch on her nasal bone. His partner leaned against him, sighing. He delicately put their child in his husband's arms to let him fuss for a minute. Once they were sure no real damage was done, they decided to tuck her into their bed to let her nap in peace. The red light pulsating under her bones indicated she was in "low battery" mode. Cross grinned as he knew how much Dream loathed when he used that to describe her state.

A cat, a cat is lapping from the water in her hands. It pours out of her hands. Onto her lap. Onto the floor. It makes a pool. Shimmering like jewels. It is dark. Black. Dark. Wet. She doesn't like it. Her movements are snailish. Light. Sudden. Disappear. Appears. Dissed a pear. Black again. Again. Again. Again.

Palida woke up for the second time of the day. But this time she wasn't as energized as she should after a good sleep. The child groaned and turned around, wiggling like a crazy little worm. She finally peeled open her eyes, only to marvel that she was laying in her parents' bed! The big bouncy bed! She didn't jump on it however, simply tapping her hand on it appreciating the texture of the mattress.

Glancing around, she narrowed her eyes at a pillow lying on the ground. Meanie.

Palida rolled until she sat on the side of the bed, tugging a light sheet on her shoulders as she carefully set her foot on the ground.

Now.

What to do?

Where was everybody, she mused.

Humming and huffing, she strolled towards the corridor in quest of some living beings that left her all alone. Then she noticed a smell. A food smell! And run right to the kitchen. Before stopping and running right back into the bedroom, grabbing her plush then she trotted back through the corridor.

The sheet fell at one point and would lay on the ground for a while.

"POPY! PAPA! WHAT'S COOKING?"

She burst into the room, her arms already up to be grabbed.

And grabbed she was, picked up and put in her chair in front of a plate of food.

"Hey there, sleeping beauty, are you feeling better? We're sorry for the flying cushion."

Cross was promptly ignored as the child marveled at what was seating on her plate. A steak shaped like a kitten and yellow beans.

"KITTY MEAT!"

Maybe the others continued to talk but she couldn't care less with how busy she quickly became trying to cut her steak. One ear. Then the other. The head. The paws. The tail was the funniest part! Worm. And whatever the rest was. She attempted to eat the beans, one by one, but they kept fleeing so she just grabbed them with her bare hands when she thought nobody was watching.

Palida was smart like that.

She jumped out of her seat before getting any dessert. Something was ringing and she had to figure out what was ringing exactly.

Nobody shouted after her to come back so she figured it must be fine.

Now the ringing.

Back to the corridor.

She already heard that ringing before.

Palida checked the bathroom.

No ringy here.

She checked the big mystery closet (because it was so big inside) of the living room.

Not there.

What did that ringing mean anyway?

It was not the oven ring.

It was not the fridge nor the washing machine.

What was it again?

Palida turned to her plush and stared into his fabricated eyes, to see if the answer was hidden there.

It was not.

She readjusted its hat and continued hunting for the treasure noise.

It was important.

It meant something important.

The child ended up in her room, glancing around, smiling at her various toys laying around.

It must have been here, she looked everywhere else.

At the end, her eyes stopped on the high shelf who held stuff she didn't have the right to play all the time with but were still very much hers.

She could see a bit of red from a device from her position (standing up on her bed).

...

THE FRIEND PHONE!

Knowing there was no way to get to it without help (believe her, she tried before), the small skeleton rushed back to the kitchen where her parents were cleaning the dishes and doing other boring adult things.

She all but bolted, launching herself to her papa's back, giggling and screeching.

They asked her what was up and she gleefully explained with all the strength she could muster at the moment.

"THEPHONEFRIENDISRINGINGPLEASEHELPMEICANTREACHIWANTTOIWANTTOWHATIFTHEYHANGUPQUICKQUICK-"

Seeing her magnificent try to explain fast was only provoking (very funny) faces of confusion on the two, she changed her plan and grabbed their hands to drag them where they needed to be. Right now.

Once that task achieved (all by herself, they did not follow, she had to drag them!), Palida pointed to the shelf and exclaimed with all the will of a master ordering its pet around:

"Bring me the phone."

They stared at her for a minute then at each other as if debating about something (nothing more important than bringing down the phone, she was sure of it).

Finally, her papa chuckled softly and reached for her treasure.

It was still ringing.

She answered the instant the object reached her eager hands.

"HELLO HELLO DO YOU HEAR ME?"

A chorus of voices answered, all mixing so horribly it was impossible to understand a thing.

The girl did not let go of the red engine however.

One last shout rang before a voice louder than the overs quieted the rest.

"Come on, kids, we talked about it... One at a time."

"LINTY!"

Palida had no struggle recognizing her older friend's voice and yelled her name excitedly.

"Hey, lil' star, it's been a while. I hope you're doing well! And your parents too."

Her parents exchanged a few greetings with their former guest and now the long distance friend of her daughter before said girl could continue the conversation.

"I'm dooing good! Popy sent me a cushion straight in the face and I didn't even cry!"

Her dad looked amused at the lie but didn't comment.

"Oh that's my warrior! I'm sure-"

A mix of voices stopped her a second.

"Palida, girl, you can tell me all your adventures later but the kids and I, we have something we need to tell you before. Can you turn on the video feed for me? It's the bottom button, the yellow one."

Her papa reached over her shoulder to point at the button and the child pushed it. A fuzzy image slowly appeared on the device and, squinting, Palida could make out the figures of maybe all of the children of Lint's orphanage, the adult holding the friend phone high.

The video shook a bit but got clear fast.

She didn't know all the kids' faces but she recognized some in the front row.

Abigail and Giren. Ebony. Lili in the chair on the right side. The selkie monster she liked but always forgot the name. Tuna maybe? Solky the fire chicken that claimed he was a phoenix. Even Dalty grumpy is there, frowning slightly less than usual.

Most of them seemed very excited about something.

Were they wearing party hats?

"Are you ready kids? At the count of three like we practiced!"

What?

"1"

Palida looked, confused, as the youngest wiggled around impatiently.

"2, Tody, I see you, get that flamethrower away."

What was happening?

"3!"

And at that moment, many sparkles appeared around the group. Magic was thrown, strings of water, fire and various magic bullets made the image crinkled and blurred.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PALIDA!"

The whole thing is joyful, chaotic and she swore the boy Lint called "Tody" did not put that flamethrower away.

But Palida stayed stuck as the shouted words wormed their way into her mind.

The girl turned around to face her parents and spluttered the beginning of the question, searching for the answer in their eyes.

"Is it really...?"

And they both smiled at her.

"Yes, it is your birthday, firefly."

That day promised to be great!

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Dream belongs to jokublog, Shattered!Dream by galacii-gallery and post!dc!Dream is based on @zu-is-here's story Cross belongs to jakei95

My girl birthday was on the 19th but I forgor 💀

[pchuaymee]

[My Hetalia Thailand Headcanon about his cat breeds in my head and fan fact some about cats in Thailand.]

(Disclaimer: This is my opinion about his cat and I'm not a cat breeds professional, I just share my fan fact about Thai cat story only.)

Hi, and Happy new year everyone! This is my first post for the year, I have my opinion about Thailand Headcanon about Thai cat breeds and Thai beliefs about cat breeds too. You can read about my Thailand Headcanon from this post:

Well~~! Lemme tell my fluffy Headcanon for healing you!

I. Thai cats breed originally have 17 breeds; those are lucky cats in Thai ancient cat book in Ayutthaya era or as known as Cat-Book Poems. Those cat breeds are popular such as Wichien Maat or Siamese cat (Thai: วิเชียรมาศ), Sukphalak¹ or Copper cat (Thai: ศุภลักษณ์), Konja or black cat (Thai: โกญจา), and Korat², Si sawat, or Malet⁴ (Thai: โคราช, สีสวาท, มาเลศ). However, in present day, you can find them are ancient cat breeds as Wichien Maat or Siamese cat, Sukphalak¹ or Burmese cat² or Copper cat, Konja or black cat, and Korat³, Si sawat, or Malet⁴ anywhere in Thailand. For other cat breeds for example Khaomanee or White cat (Thai: ขาวมณี) is existing in Rattanakosin era. In addition, these is a new Thai cat breeds in Bangkok in 2018 for 6-year ago. It called "Wila Krungthep" (Thai: วิฬาร์กรุงเทพ). However, Thai ppl who love cats, they are added Khaomanee in belief is lucky cat too. So, he might get positive energy by his cat. But he is adopted Wila Krungthep cat too.

II. Meaning for their cat breed's name that popular and ancient cat. They are meaning those:

"Siamese cat" in Thai name is "Wichien Maat" is meaning that "Diamond of moon.".

Copper cat in Thai name is "Sukphalak¹" is meaning that "the beautiful of appearance.".

White cat in Thai name is "Khaomanee" is meaning that "White diamond.".

ฺBlack cat in Thai name is "Konja" is meaning that "Crane" in Pali, or it might mean "Sound likes as peal.".

Silver-blue-gray cat in Thai name is "Korat²", "Si sawat", and "Malet", they are meaning; "Korat³" is meaning "Nakhon Ratchasima³.", "Si sawat" is meaning is "Love" and it is meaning "silver-blue" or "blue gray" too. And which words is "Malet⁴" is meaning "Flower⁴.".

Mocha cat or Brown-Gold cat in Thai name is "Wila KrungThep" is mean is "Cat of Bangkok.".

III. In ancient Thai ppl who believe in lucky cats those are popular Thai cat breeds for example on the post:

Wichien Maat or Siamese cat: wealth and healthy.

Sukphalak cat¹: Upgrading rank, wealth and fortune.

Konja or black cat: Successful and enhance power.

Korat² cat: Happiness and fortune.

Khaomanee or White cat: Support to luck.

(For Wila Krungthep that is not be sure how ppl thinks about this breed.)

IV. His boss as known as King Rama V, he was giving away his Wichien Maat cats with British ambassador in 1884 as Rattanakosin era (In my assumption it is during in 18th centuries.), in later, the ambassador jointed to cat contest at the Crytal Palace in London, England. That resulted is his cat won from that cat contest, it made they are called "Wichien Maat" that is "Siamese cat". In during 19th century, Cedar Glen Cattery who was bringing Korat cat to Oregon, USA in the first time, they were name "Nara" and "Dara" in 1959. And in 1966, People who was cat breeder in Maryland, they were used to Korat cat sent to contest. That result is their cat won, and it became to be popular from that day. Also, Korat cat is brought to Britain in British Cat Show contest, they were called "Blue Siamese cat.".

V. It is not Thailand only which wonder about Sukphalak Cat¹ and Burmese Cat² (Yep, it is me too, LOL), cause this cat breed is look as same but Burmese Cat² is not all copper and their feet are black. But Sukphalak Cat¹ is all copper body, and their feet is pink, however he doesn't care anything. Because he just wanna happy with them after he back from work. (Look at my illustration as sketch doodles below)

And the last my opinion.

VI. His Sukphalak cat¹ is named as cat called as "Thong Daeng" (Copper).

Well done, this is my Hetalia Headcanon about Thailand (Yeah, which is my country that I love and hate too. LOL) about his cats and some fan fact about Thai cat story too. However, it cannot to use in official reference. Enjoy with this cat or you can tell me about your cat story, if you are interested in belief or history about cats all around the world!

See ya!

Notes:

Sukphalak cat¹ is difference of Burmese cat² as Sukphalak cat is all copper body, amber eyes, and feet are pink. Meanwhile Burmese cat is not all copper body, gold eyes, and feet are black. (I'm wonder why foreigner called Sukphalak cat that "Burmese cat" or it maybe my data is fault, so, I'll do research it later.) Burmese cat² is not from Myanmar only, its origin from Thailand too. Because Thai Cat-Book Poems is told about this cat. (Lemme do research about it later with Sukphalak cat too.) Korat³ is ancient name is "Nakhon Ratchasima³.". It is province of Thailand; it is most popular province in North-East part in Thailand. Malet⁴ is originally word from "Malee" or "Mala" is meaning "Flower", in my opinion from Pali-Sanskrit.

[korallion]

Loose threads and various trivia from the Poppy War series that I can't stop thinking about

I'm writing this because I have very little time to write at the moment so I won't be able to fit all these elements into the Poppy War fic I'm writing but I still have to get it out of the system because the amount of detail is insane.

DrUgS!

Ancient Chinese medicine in general is full of hallucinogenic and poisonous plants that were dosed very carefully, but shamans used them to talk to the gods, and the most common ones were:

The fly agaric mushroom: the mushroom that Chaghan and Qara gave to Kitay and Rin for the anchor ritual.

The ephedra plant: it was generally drunk in the form of tea and I think it's the liquid from the flask Jiang gives Rin in the first book when he sends her to meditate in the forest since Rin describes its effects not as a high but more as the beneficial effects of the plant in question.

The datura plant: it's extremely poisonous and was used in small amounts for its powerful hallucinogenic effects and sometimes its flowers are a blue-violet so I think it's the famous blue powder that Chaghan carries around in a small bottle although I couldn't find anything claiming it was used in that form. On that note, one of the candidates for Chaghan's drug is also cannabis, which was also used by Taoist monks and nomadic peoples from which I assume Hinterlands are inspired and, although they are modern hybrids, there are blue variants of this plant so it could be an artistic license from Kuang.

Betel nut tree: as Shiro experiments on Altan and Rin rants that the introduction of the Speerly to opium was an idea of the Red Emperor to make them addicted to Nikan and that previously their people used the bark of a tree without specifying which one. I think this is the tree in question although in reality, it is the nuts that are consumed because in addition to being the fourth most commonly used psychoactive substance after tobacco, alcohol, and caffeinated drinks, according to the World Health Organization, it energizing effects prevent fatigue and thirst so the famous fame of the Speerly warriors, at least those in Tearza's time, perhaps also stemmed from this as well as the brutal training regime and the legend of its origin is also very much linked to the Speerly eyes.

2.The Different Peoples of Nikan

I will only talk about Speerly and Hinterlanders otherwise I will never stop writing.

Speerly: As I mentioned above, the Tiwanese legend of the birth of the Betel Tree is linked to the inspiration for the red eyes of our phoenix warriors. According to the legend of the Paiwan tribe, one day a child with red eyes was born in a village, who killed any living thing with a glance. In the end Pali, this is the child's name, after finally integrating himself into the village and using the power of his eyes in wars between the other tribes, will be put to death after accidentally killing children but a friend of his notices that a betel nut tree was born on Pali's grave, the fruits of which are as wide and red as the boy's eyes that will protect the people of the village from then on. Now, what do you do with an intriguing legend about a red-eyed boy whose death essentially gave rise to a light drug tree? Apparently Kuang's answer was an entire red-eyed people reaching out to their murderous goddess via a drug of the colour of their eyes. I love this woman.

Hinterlanders: Rather than being one of a single people they are a sort of confederation of clans inspired by the Huns and the Mongols but I find it fascinating that many have light eyes and hair isn't an artistic license by the author to make them more 'shamanic' like most fantasy writers do because apparently a lot of ancient nomadic Asian ethnic groups had light eyes and hair. I used to think it was incredibly rare and more a thing of the descendants of peoples who lived near the Silk Road or the European border.

3.The Dragon

The Dragon is a Yao not a God.

I know Chaghan has already explained this, but many seem to forget about it, while I who had read Poppy War because I was in abstinence of Wuxia like MoDaoZuShi started shouting IS A FUKING Yao! and suddenly Nezha's whole speech about how it's not like Rin suddenly makes sense. Because Yao are often confused with Magical Beasts or Gods but Yao is a broad term for any animal, plant or even inanimate object that has gained spiritual awareness and magical powers. In this case, as Chaghan explained, an animal has absorbed the power of the Caves (if we want to speak in terms of theology or even Wuxia it would be Qi or even Mana if you prefer) which are one of those places where the veil between the two worlds thins and supposedly filled with the power of the real Rain Dragon and has become the 'Dragon'. But he is not a god because, as has already been said in the trilogy, true gods do not have material bodies. This can be confirmed in the story Vaisra tells Nezha about the shaman Yu who suggests that he has turned into the Dragon when in fact he may have been eaten and absorbed into the 'collection' of the Yao because in The Nine Curves River, a story by Kuang in the collection The Books of Dragons, she suggests the Yao existed before Yu's time because she makes no mention of Yu's legend but instead it is a fisherman who becomes the dragon in one of the versions.

The Dragon (Yao) is a Yinglong

The story of the Cave Dragon that Vaisra tells Nezha is inspired by the story of the legendary King Yu, founder of the Xia Dynasty who, according to the story, controlled the flooding of the Yellow River thanks to a Yinglong a very powerful water dragon that had lost its wings to kill a drought demon. This dragon is also related to the eels, through a connection that I honestly didn't understand, at least as Wikipedia explained it, and it relates back to how Rin sees him when he attacks the cave, because at least to me he reminds me of a giant eel.

Maybe the Yin sacrifice their children to the Yao

Okay I know, it sounds absurd, now I'll explain. Also in The Nine Curves River it is understood that it is set before the reign of the Red Emperor (the monks still operate) and the people of Arlong sacrifice the most beautiful people they can find in times of severe drought. Now there is no reference to anything like this in the era in which Poppy War is set but something may have changed when Yu was the one bound to the Yao in Dragon form, because in the story it is referred to that Yu would not allow anyone else to suffer, and in The Nine Curves River the Yao can cause an abnormal and prolonged drought until the sacrifice has been made but not in the times we are shown. So Yu did something that kept the Yao at bay for over a thousand years after his death or the Yin family sacrifice their children in secret. I have this theory that the Yin took it upon themselves to nurture what they thought was a God for the sake of their people after all forms of worship had been banned and, since in The Nine Curves River it is specified that the sacrificed people must go there voluntarily (perhaps a limitation imposed by the fact that even real gods cannot invade the minds of shamans unless the latter want them to and so a Yao who feeds on their power cannot go out and eat whoever they want whenever they want) the Yin Lords of the past would have piqued the curiosity of the sacrificable children to make them go to the Grotto voluntarily and the Yao would accept them as offerings and prevent the drought. So Vaisra knew that one of his sons would be eaten? Hell yes. Or at least he hoped that Yu's legend had some truth to it (knowing Riga) and that he would end up with at least one son turned into a Dragon to use for his revolution. As they say, be careful what you wish for.

Mingzha was not devoured by accident

Of course the whole theory above is dismantled when Nezha tells Yao that he was so hungry that he hadn't even thought of keeping Mingzha for himself and had devoured him straight away and that Nezha would go with him, presumably to do what Yu did (perhaps he had intuited something that is not told) to keep him at bay for so long. But hunger may not have been Yao's only reason for choosing to eat the child. Mingzha is presented to us with gold bracelets and anklets that are good luck charms for children, and so far nothing strange apart from the potential to be a heartbreak parallel for Nezha's handcuffs. But in The Nine Curves River the author implies that all Dragon sacrifices are marked with gold bracelets and anklets, so when the Yao chose Mingzha it was because he thought he was a sacrifice to be devoured.

The Red Emperor and Yu were like Nezha and Yin.

Me with a really crazy theory? More likely than you think.

So from what I understand even though it's not specified, the Yao doesn't eat all his sacrifices otherwise people like Yu and Nezha and the Fisherman wouldn't exist, even in legend. Maybe he plays with his food or maybe he has to give a fraction of his power in return, unfortunately we don't have enough elements to determine this but in Yu's legend there is a reference to the fact that the Dragon Province had become unlivable due to the currents and climate towards the end of the Red Emperor's reign, giving us a very specific time window in which to place the tale, which is strange in itself, but also makes a heavy implication (at least to me) that it was the Emperor's presence that made Arlong prosperous and, towards the end of his life, the work of his 'sacrifice' tapered off until Yu took his place.

Now, why do I think the Red Emperor was a Yin? Because Kuang loves to make us suffer and since Rin is Tearza's descendant it would make sense for Nezha to be a descendant of the Red Emperor but also for a few other reasons: Kitay says that the aunts and cousins of the Yin Clan were chosen as concubines of the Emperors and if the intrigue of the Harem didn't go out of fashion it wasn't just because of their beauty, women related to Kings and Emperors were a useful chess piece in political machinations. The coat of arms of House Yin is a dragon and speaking of historical reality the only ones who could wear the dragon on their robes or as a family crest were the Emperors and his family. Reference is made to the fact that there were no survivors of his lineage almost too insistently, just as there is no reference to Tearza's lineage until she calls Rin my blood. The Yin have the Imperial Seal that was thought to be lost. I'm pretty sure the Red Emperor is historically the equivalent of Emperor Qin Shi Huang, whose birth name was Ying Zheng and well . . . I know the Ying character and the Yin character are different but they sound similar and from a plot point of view the Red Emperor's remaining descendants could have hidden themselves by changing surnames but still one that had a resemblance to the one of origin or a side branch of the family, the possibilities are many. Lastly, he might be right about the Yin feeding their children to the Yao in Dragon form.

As for Yu, I think he was another yin descendant because, at least in the Italian version, Nezha seems to know that Yu is his ancestor.

That's all for now, at least until I find the rest of my notes. If any of this inspires you to write something I would love to have a little credit, even a small one, and oh. . .I definitely want to read it, or if you want to go in the rabbit hole with me don't be shy

[sciatu]

Devi far sedere la tua anima e farla concentrare sulla Vigna per più di trenta secondi, il tempo che ti ruba un Reel inutile su i cosiddetti “Social”. Questo perché la tua anima ha bisogno di far sedimentare quello che i sensi le fanno percepire. È un esercizio che certi monaci o esseri spirituali chiamano “meditazione” ma che è semplicemente dare valore al tuo tempo. Ecco, ad esempio, la Vigna, se tu la guardi semplicemente è un filare continuo e ripetuto di piante della vite. Questa constatazione però non è degna di te che sei, o dovresti essere, un essere vivente, un’anima pensante in un corpo recettivo. Usa gli occhi. Vedi l’azzurro del mare ed il crepuscolo che si avvicina, il cielo perdere forza e dare alle foglie delle viti un colore intenso ed intimo non quello splendente e forte che hanno durante il giorno. Vedi le nuvole, li ad occidente, arrossare ed illuminarsi sempre più intensamente, coperte dall’ondeggiare delle chiome ad ombrello degli antichi pini. Sono gli attimi che portano i ricordi ed in cui la memoria distilla il giorno preparando attori e sceneggiature per i prossimi sogni. Ora ascoltiamo il mondo. Il vento, instancabile maratoneta, sale dal mare o scende precipitoso verso di esso, facendo frusciare le foglie e portandoti la discussione paesana che le Ciaule hanno nel cielo, chiamandosi e rispondendosi fin quando il grido infinito di un Cacciavento, non le zittisce e le porta a nascondersi su rami o sui fili della luce. Aspettano composti che il rapace torni verso l’alto monte, tra gli aerei abissi da dove domina il mondo. Senti le voci della spiaggia, il vociare dei bambini, il metallico e ritmico correre di un treno, il suono della corriera, lo scoppiettio dei motorini. Il suono è parte dell’uomo, per questo le viti in silenzio, ascoltano curiose, scrivendo nei loro acini, le canzoni della gioia per quando sarà festa o per quando vi saranno dolori da combattere. La Vigna vive di santa eternità e prova ne è l’amore che dona agli uomini. Ora i profumi. Profumo di resina dei pini, intenso, liberatorio, quasi una medicina miracolosa. L’odore del vento, odore umido del mare, odore secco del monte, fatto di cardi arsi e di ulivi eterni. Odori caldi d’estate ed odori secchi e taglienti d’inverno che la vigna percepisce e di cui nutre i suoi grappoli, custodendo il sapore della terra nel loro sangue e trasformandolo con il sole in zucchero ed ebrezza perché la Vigna è la magia della natura, il cantastorie delle stagioni. I suoi filari si allungano a vivere nel sole, le sue radici raccolgono l’anima della terra. Per questo la Vigna è come una donna che dona ebrezza, che ci rivela la bellezza e l’essenza della natura: il mutare, il divenire, l’essere. Perché la vigna è una bambina a cui devi dare attenzione, cura, la protezione di un padre, l’amore di una madre. Ogni giorno chiede la tua presenza, ogni notte sogna le tue carezze. Il tuo passo tra quelle zolle grosse e secche, è quello che aveva tuo padre, e tutti padri che ci sono stati prima di lui. Sono i passi del tempo, che va e torna, che viene a potare, ad aggiustare tralci e pali, a raccogliere per creare. Ecco, ora puoi andare a rincorrere Reel e relazionarti con le frasi di un bambino non più lunghe di uno sguardo. Non ti ho fatto perdere tempo, ti mostrato quello che la tua anima non sa dirti.

You have to make your soul sit and focus on the Vineyard for more than thirty seconds, the time that a useless Reel on so-called "Social Media" steals from you. This is because your soul needs to settle what its senses perceive. It is an exercise that certain monks or spiritual beings call "meditation" but which is simply giving value to your time. Here, for example, is the Vineyard, if you look at it simply it is a continuous and repeated row of vine plants. However, this observation is not worthy of you who are, or should be, a living being, a thinking soul in a receptive body. Use your eyes. You see the blue of the sea and the approaching twilight, the sky lose strength and give the leaves of the vines an intense and intimate color, not the bright and strong one they have during the day. You see the clouds, there in the west, reddening and lighting up more and more intensely, covered by the swaying umbrella-shaped crowns of the ancient pine trees. They are the moments that bring memories and in which memory distills the day, preparing actors and scripts for future dreams. Now let's listen to the world. The wind, a tireless marathon runner, rises from the sea or descends hastily towards it, rustling the leaves and bringing you the village discussion that the Ciaule have in the sky, calling and answering each other until the infinite cry of a Cacciavento silences them and brings them to hide on branches or on electricity wires. They wait calmly for the bird of prey to return to the high mountains, among the airy abysses from where it dominates the world. You hear the voices of the beach, the shouting of children, the metallic and rhythmic running of a train, the sound of the bus, the crackling of motorbikes. Sound is part of man, for this reason the vines listen curiously in silence, writing in their grapes the songs of joy for when there will be a celebration or for when there will be pain to fight. The Vineyard lives in holy eternity and proof of this is the love that it gives to men. Now the perfumes. Scent of pine resin, intense, liberating, almost a miracle medicine. The smell of the wind, the humid smell of the sea, the dry smell of the mountain, made of burnt thistles and eternal olive trees. Warm smells in summer and dry, sharp smells in winter that the vineyard perceives and nourishes its bunches of, keeping the flavor of the earth in their blood and transforming it with the sun into sugar and exhilaration because the Vineyard is the magic of nature , the storyteller of the seasons. Its rows stretch out to live in the sun, its roots collect the soul of the earth. For this reason the Vineyard is like a woman who gives exhilaration, who reveals to us the beauty and essence of nature: changing, becoming, being. Because the vineyard is a little girl to whom you must give attention, care, the protection of a father, the love of a mother. Every day she asks for your presence, every night she dreams of your caresses. Your step among those large, dry clods is the one your father had, and all the fathers who were there before him. They are the steps of time, which comes and goes, which comes to prune, to adjust branches and poles, to collect to create. Here, now you can go chasing Reel and relate to a child's sentences no longer than a glance. I didn't waste your time, I showed you what your soul can't tell you.

[thunderstorming]

ID: A digitally-colored pencil drawing of Palis, a young alien woman. She is Kelpien – a tall, digitigrade humanoid species with an intricate pattern of facial ridges and no hair. She has bright blue eyes with oval-shaped pupils and no visible sclera, and her skin is light pink. She is standing with her arms slightly raised, right foot planted and left leg bent & rotated to show her other foot from the side. She smiles and winks, her expression care-free. She has on a straight, shoulder-length purple wig. She is wearing dangly earrings, orange pants, a pink blouse with multicolored long sleeves, and two-toned heelless heels, adorned with an orange star and fit to the natural shape of her foot. The palette of her outfit consists of pink, orange, light purple, and light blue. The second image is an edited version of the first: the drawing is mirrored, in grayscale, and distorted by a red & blue glitch effect. Through the distortion, her expression appears less innocent. The background in both versions is plain off-white. /End ID.

i can't help that i need it all... the primadonna life, the rise and fall !