#Volume One

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Waddle Dee!

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[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Snow In New Orleans

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Everything in New Orleans is a good idea. Bijou temple-type cottages and lyric cathedrals side by side. Houses and mansions, structures of wild grace. Italianate, Gothic, Romanesque, Greek Revival standing in a long line in the rain. Roman Catholic art. Sweeping front porches, turrets, cast-iron balconies, colonnades- 30-foot columns, gloriously beautiful- double pitched roofs, all the architecture of the whole wide world and it doesn't move. All that and a town square where public executions took place. In New Orleans you could almost see other dimensions. There's only one day at a time here, then it's tonight and then tomorrow will be today again. Chronic melancholia hanging from the trees. You never get tired of it. After a while you start to feel like a ghost from one of the tombs, like you're in a wax museum below crimson clouds. Spirit empire. Wealthy empire. One of Napoleon's generals, Lallemaud, was said to have come here to check it out, looking for a place for his commander to seek refuge after Waterloo. He scouted around and left, said that here the devil is damned, just like everybody else, only worse. The devil comes here and sighs. New Orleans. Exquisite, old-fashioned. A great place to live vicariously. Nothing makes any difference and you never feel hurt, a great place to really hit on things. Somebody puts something in front of you here and you might as well drink it. Great place to be intimate or do nothing. A place to come and hope you'll get smart - to feed pigeons looking for handouts”

― Bob Dylan, Chronicles, Volume One

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[Ranma ½] ✥ Chapter 5, To the Tree-Borne Kettle-Girl

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[oblivious-melodies]

READY TO PLAY: The Complete First Volume!

Oblivious Melodies is an interactive fiction game, set in the in the fictional country of Angria, based on early industrial-era Britain. Following the Horne siblings (two semi-set main characters) and their emergence into gentry society, you will delve into a country divided by class, religious dissent, political factionalism, and the ever-encroaching interests of empire.

New features:

Easy jumping between the first six chapters - start at whichever point you'd like

A simple save/load system

Pop-ups explaining period-specific terminology

VOLUME II: chapter one

NEW: A Memory (prequel chapter - spoilers for Vol. 1 & 2!)

Banner illustration: Caspar David Friedrich, "Woman at a Window", 1822, Alte Nationalgalerie, Berlin.

Thank you to everyone who has played so far - please reblog & share if you enjoy my work!

[archiebaldo1414]

Fantastic choice for a first comic oh my god

It’s funny. It’s gorgeous. It’s funny. It’s literally such gorgeous art I cannot stress this enough. It’s also like ridiculously sweet like Ellie??? I love her she’s adorable. Deadpool??? He’s so funny have I mentioned that???

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Bruh I forgot to post this 💀

[everydayisquiet]

PROLOGUE

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Saints of the Sword (v1-10)

(I am going to very BLUNT with this statement, even though it seems like it... THIS IS NOT an everyone betrays Jaune fic. There is much more going on including Jaune's own low sense of self-worth.)

It hadn’t taken much to find two other teams to join JNPR in this “war game”. RWBY obviously was eager to assist their sister team, and CFVY was biting at the bit to have a go at team CRDL. So near the centre of a clearing with in the Emerald Forest, with Professor’s Goodwitch and Port acting not only as observers, but also as Grimm defence. The combined group of students milled about. They had been given three hours to prepare. Hours they did nothing with. Each group keeping to themselves, making plans and just loitering about.

“Jade, don’t you think we should be coordinating with the other teams?” Pyrrha asked. 

“Why bother?” Jade retorted in his customary arrogant tone. “They only use melee, and we have you, Ruby, Ren, Blake, Coco, Nora and Velvet. We’ll whittle them away before they even close on us.”

Pyrrha could see merits in Jade’s thoughts, but she was also… hesitant. Yes, they potentially had an edge through just ranged options, but what if?

“But what if they do get close?” Pyrrha asked, “Shouldn’t we…”

“Again, we have Yats, Fox, you, Yang, in fact everyone.” Jade replied, “We’re the strongest first and second year teams in Beacon. What can those failures do?”

So despite Pyrrha’s misgivings, which were shared by Ren, and Fox. The group continued to lounge about, waiting for the signal for this “war game” to start. The report of Professor Port's Blunderaxe echoed about the clearing. The signal for the exercise to start. The collection of students readied their various weapons. AT the edge of the clearing, a single figure appeared. He sat astride a horse draped in plate mail barding. His body likewise encased in a similar armour. In his hand he held a flagstaff, a white pennant emblazoned with the company’s emblem. It fluttered in the gentle breeze.

“Ruby!” Jade called out. “Shoot the idiot.”

“It’s not really fair, but I guess.” Ruby commented as she fully deployed, Crescent Rose and took aim. The crack of the high-powered sniper, echoed about the clearing. Ruby’s aim was perfect. It was going to be a solid body shot.

“What the?” came the combined question from the entire group as the round impacted a hard light shield before the figure. 

“That’s not fair!” came the various shouts of the combined students.

“Nora! Let him have it!” Jade yelled out in frustration.

Nora said nothing, just aimed her grenade launcher and unloaded. Clouds of pink smoke obscured the figure, and only when the breeze pushed it aside did they see… once again their tactic had no effect. Well that was wrong, because under the cloud of smoke, the lone figure was not flanked by nine others. All on armour clad horses. As one, the nine drew their swords, and as the flick of the flag staff, they charged.

“Shoot them!” Jade screamed in frustration as the wall of flesh and steel closed upon them with terrifying speed. All those with ranged options opened up, only to find the entire line of riders protected by nigh impregnable hard light shields. The few rounds that did manage to get through were easily deflected or absorbed by the armour.

Without a cohesive plan, the group of students were at a loss as to how to counter the horse charge. Pyrrha hunkered down behind her shield, while Weiss did her best to throw up her own glyph style barriers before her team. Yats moved in an attempt to use his pure size to offer his team a sense of protection. The combined weight of 7.5 tons of flesh, steel, iron and bone slammed into the disorganized group. The opening attack of the Saints of the Sword was devastating.

Yats, Weiss, Coco, and Nora all had their aura shattered, removing them from action. As per the rules of the exercise. Two groups of four years rushed in and grabbed the downed combatants, pulling them from the field, as the mounted warriors wheeled about. Their line split, two groups of four peeled away and circled. The remaining two mounted combatants wheeled about and held position. The flagstaff held secure and high.

Still trapped in the aftermath of chaos and shock, the students again were completely unprepared for the second pincer line charge that smashed into them. However, this time the mounted fighters slid from their saddles to engage in a chaotic melee. Pyrrha knew this was no spare. There were no one on one fights. The battered students found themselves in something they had never experienced before. Dirty, brutal and remorseless combat. 

The Saints of the Sword, punched, kicked, headbutted, shouldered, and continuously attacked from the blindside. Their long swords were used as complete weapons. The pommels were slammed against exposed body parts. The edges and flats of blades struck and limbs. Even the cross guards were driven at faces. Pyrrha used her weapons and semblance to the utmost of her abilities, as did the others. Yet it was quickly becoming obvious that the group of teens, the cream of Beacon’s first and second year classes, was sorely outmatched.

The Saints ganged up on individuals, tripping them, stomping on them. Striking when they were on the ground. Ren cried out in fear and pain as one of them thrust his sword between Ren’s legs and lifted it into his groin. Ruby like Pyrrha was holding her own, but only barely. Using her semblance to try and stay out of danger but also empower her attacks. But she lacked the power, room skill to overcome numbers and solid armour. Peeling away to get some distance and breathing room, Pyrrha watched as Yang, the one other student whose semblance would have been a boon in their chaos, was taken down. Tackled at the knees, she fell to the tron up ground, and before she could untangle herself another of the Saints smashed the flat of their blade across her face.

More and more of the defenders fell. Getting carted off by the teams assigned to the task.  Soon Pyrrha found herself facing three of the Saints. Now, she was used to fighting multiple opponents, so this was not an unforeseen occurrence. But she was quickly and acutely aware that tournament and sparing rules did not apply. Pyrrha was staggered by a pommel strike to the back of her skull, when one of the helmeted warriors chopped down on her shield arm. Stunned and groggy, she stumbled into a murder stroke… and was downed.

Jade fought like a man possessed. His twin sabres slashing through the air as he attempted to keep distance, and defend himself. The spear like tip of the flagstaff, catching him between the shoulder blades with just over fifteen hundred pounds of weight behind it, obliterated what aura he had left. The impact drove him face-first into the churned up ground. With the student forces demolished, those Saints who had dismounted returned to their summoned horses. Mounted and as a group rode off, leaving the Observers and assistants to deal with the battered bodies and broken egos.

Glynda took a quick look at her tablet. Every student had their aura broken. The Saints had been barely touched. It was true, some had taken aura damage. But even the worse level was barely in the yellow.

“Harsh lesson, but maybe this will open their eyes, and curb some egos.” Glynda commented to herself as she moved to join the group as they waited for a bullhead to come and retrieve them.

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[rirants]

how are you guys finishing tgcf? like genuinely?

i got 1/4 of the way through the first book and I lost my page, i gave up immediately...

today im starting again and ill update how far i get, new post series i guess, yall are going to have to keep me accountable though since I get lazy

[lorrensflowergarden]

The Frog Chronicles:

Volume One: The tale of the Footless Frog

'Once when my sister and I were younger; it had been raining and we came across a green tree frog that was missing a foot.

I distinctly remember us jokingly wanting to call him Legolas, (inside joke with me and my siblings because we struggled to pronounce it properly when we first watched Lord of the rings; he was unfortunately 'Legless' for quite sometime because we thought it was hilarious- I'm sorry, don't come for me.) but I can't remember exactly what we named him.

We made him a little makeshift pond by filling a container with water, leaves and little plants. He stayed in there for a while and we'd seen him around again pretty often; always with his distinctive little missing foot.

He was cute; a good boy.

A good little pet that came and went.

Sometimes we wouldn't see him for months to about a year, then he'd show up again.

I wonder if he kept coming back because he liked us, or if because we always had a big green tree frog population during the rainy season; maybe it was just the ladies he kept coming back for? Or the gents?

I actually don't know if it was male, or female, but green tree frogs are sweet, fun pets.

That is the end of Volume One; keep an eye out for Volume Two.' -Based on a true story by Miss L.

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[Ranma ½] ✥ Chapter 1, Here’s Ranma

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the free 50 book creation prompts collection: vol. 1

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go check it out and head over to my kofi to snag the first volume of prompts free of charge!

ALL 80+ of my in-depth character creation, world-building, and story structure prompts and templates will be uploaded to my ko-fi website within the coming weeks as well.

[basicallyanotherwitchesthing]

Arthur Machen - Tales Of Horror and The Supernatural, Vol. 1 - Pinnacle - 1973

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dvd volume 1 (changed the flowers)