#joda vox

[yloiseconeillants]

And THEN, he actually said I was like a sister to Haurchefant, and asked me to be a sister to him as well.

What does that even mean? He can't mean that-

I mean, I could have just read the entire situation incorrectly, but that doesn't explain what he meant about me being a sister to Haurchefant. He can't actually be that dense. I mean, Haurchefant and I ... we were not exactly discreet -

He is so Halonic, though. It could have just been misdirection for Emmanellain, because Fury forbid that House Fortemps courts any further scandal with a gossip living within the very walls.

Oh, that doesn't make any sense.

I'm... probably just overthinking all of this.

After all, it's... just a few dances, a dinner or two. Polite company, as you'd expect a Count to extend to one of his house's wards.

Gods, how could I have been so foolish?

I'll just - I'll never show my face in Ishgard again. Simple enough! And if he's actually interested, he'll send a letter. Or... a messenger?

Unless he doesn't-

(joda @azure-dragonsinger makes it out of this fine, no thanks to antheus - but i saw this video and events spiraled)

[mythandral]

"Ah, hang on. They're not on straight..."

(Joda belongs to @azure-dragonsinger)

[tallbluelady]

Some day, at Starlight, Fourchenault will return home from the Forum on time. (Joda (@azure-dragonsinger) will be mocking him that day as well.)

Aryaille (@abyssalmermaiden), meanwhile, seeks allies to find the loose Spriggan, as Ancel (@hermits-hovel) and Raer (Zur) start chatting.

[lilbittymonster]

Post-HW goofs at the Idyllshire Home for Retired WoLs

(Joda belongs to @azure-dragonsinger and Yloise belongs to @yloiseconeillants)

[jartitameteneis]

Han llenado Ferraz pero han perdido España.

Han comenzado gritando “puto rojo el que no bote”, han seguido con el “Marlaska maricón” y se han coronado con “la constitución destruye la nación”. Pero lo que realmente estaban gritando con todas sus fuerzas es “somos incapaces de aceptar un resultado electoral que no nos gusta”.

Es evidente que la amnistía ya les da absolutamente lo mismo, lo único que les mueve a salir a la calle y gritar todas esas ridículas consignas hiperventiladas es el profundo odio que tienen por la izquierda. Por los “putos rojos”. No soportan quedarse cuatro años más en la oposición. No soportan que gobiernen de nuevo aquellos a los que tanto odian. Y por eso se inventan cuentos sobre el fin de España, la destrucción de la nación y las fantasías de siempre.

Llevan desde el 2018 pronosticando todos los males sin demasiado acierto. Y en ese caldo de odio y resentimiento en el que llevan cociéndose desde que perdieron el gobierno fueron sembrando sus manifestaciones de Colón, sus “que te vote Txapote” y sus constantes menciones a ETA durante la campaña. Por suerte, nada de esto les ha funcionado electoralmente. Igual que tampoco les va a funcionar ahora estas disparatadas concentraciones amparadas por el visto bueno del PP y el llamamiento explícito de Vox. La estrategia de gritar más fuerte que nadie, de imprimir carteles ridículos pidiendo prisión para Sánchez y de repetir muchas veces que somos unos “putos rojos” igual les sirve como desahogo para sus instintos más primarios, pero desde luego no les va a servir para ganar España.

Cada vez están más solos, cada vez están más locos y cada vez dan más miedo. Gracias a ellos y aunque les joda, hoy la investidura está más cerca que ayer.

[patronsaintofposmodernity]

no me jodas que van a acabar pp + vox en el ayuntamiento por UN escaño de diferencia es que me voy a tirar por la ventana

[acebender]

🎵

<3

Sleep - Get Set Go

Waterloo - ABBA

Makin' My Way (End Credits) - The Legend of Vox Machina

Somebody That I Used To Know - Gotye

Que se joda el viento - Marea

[impact-heaven]

Playlist for 06/23/2022 Part 2

Once again providing the show's playlist while kdvs.org undergoes maintenance. Thanks for listening!

[6:30pm Airbreak & Station Messages]

Track 6: Brutal Disco - Highway Scene

Track 7: Solar - You're My Destiny (feat. Mextazuma)

Track 8: Chuck Simmons - Love is Overrated (Vox)

Track 9: KIU D - One More Thing To Do

Track 10: JODA - Shape of Your Heart

[7:00pm Station ID & Airbreak]

[jgmota]

Macho, #Thanos , otra de las tuyas. Tronco, ya te vale. No te lleves #PlazaDeEspaña #plazadeespañasevilla que es un sitio que me mola. Anda que como empiezan algunos los #Lunes #Monday . No me jodas. Llévate la #Cruzcampo aunque sea que ese lugar es una de las cosas más bonitas de #Sevilla , tío. Y si no, a los que votaron a #Vox que esos no nos importan mucho. Anda que.... Vaya rachita . . . . . . . #igerssevilla #igersandalucia #igersspain #sevilla_ciudad #sevillacity #loves_sevilla #sevillasecreta #estaes_sevilla #estaes_andalucia #addicted_to_andalucia #estaes_spain #estaes_europe #ok_sevilla #asi_es_andalucia #Estaes_Espania #total_espania #total_españa  #Estaes_Espania #espana_colorespecial #PicOfTheDay #PhotoOfTheDay #addicted_team_ourlands #fever_spain (en Plaza de España) https://www.instagram.com/p/B4uL5b5qcBe/?igshid=1x7tpq990j589

[germandejuana]

Tweeted

Os confesaré una cosa. Estoy muy contento! -independentismo sigue subiendo en CAT -1 partido q se fundó para joder a los catalanes, se ha ido a tomar por culo - la subida de VOX,es garantía para q el independentismo siga sumando y de paso joda a la “teórica “izquierda española.

— Max (@Well086) November 11, 2019

[tallbluelady]

❛  you have to trust me on this.  ❜

"You sure told him what for!" Yloise smiled broadly as they rejoined the others waiting in the Resistance Camp.

"I... I honestly can't believe I said all that," Rowan felt herself grow pale thinking about it.

"Is it really that bad, being a duskwight?" Alisaie asked quietly.

But before either of them could give an answer, Joda ran up to them, wide eyed. "Is it true?"

"Mm?" Rowan was starting to feel a little dizzy. You always hated politics.

"That you told off the bloody Emperor of Garlemald!" Joda turned to Yloise. "Lyse said it was Rowan."

"Twas so! She broke him to admitting that there was no chance for peace!"

Throw open the gates...

Rowan's ears started to ring and the world started to tilt and turn black. No!

She didn't have time for this, none of them had time for this! The war with Garlemald would only get worse before it got better, and they needed every bow and spear available...

If there was aught else other than Joda's look of elation turning to dismay, Rowan couldn't see it. The last thing she was aware of was his gloved hand holding hers.

*   *   *

The first thing Rowan was aware of was a large, spindly fingered hand holding hers.

The second was that she was wearing formless black robes.

"I hope you don't mind," the figure said in a soft voice, "but I thought you'd be more comfortable with some clothes."

"I was naked?" Rowan asked, then grimaced, feeling rather stupid after asking.

The figure's lips twitched into a smile. "That's a fair question, actually. It seems whomever is summoning you isn't very skilled at it and only caught onto your aether."

"I suppose that explains the scattered attempts..." she muttered. She looked up at the figure askance. "Wait, if someone else is summoning me..."

"Ah... you'll have to trust me on this. It sounds strange, but we're in the Rift between Shards. And between Time."

Rowan looked up at the figure, who still held her hand. Clad in the same formless robes as she was, she had to rely on his voice to tell her he was male. He wore a mask which covered the top half of his face, and a hood besides. It was familiarly redundant.

"It might be easier to trust you if I could see your face, ser."

"I suppose that's true enough." He removed the mask with his free hand, and Rowan felt her eyes widen.

"Daedalus?"

He nodded. "How do you know, if I may ask?"

"I, uh, had a vision of a past life. I think. The woman next to you looked an awful lot like me and called you Daedalus. And... uh... you..."

Daedalus shook his head. "No need to apologize. The scars are rather striking, I must admit. Luckily, I live in a culture of masks, so few people gawk at them."

Rowan was trying her best to not gawk at the bright orange crystalline scarring around Daedalus' eyes. Or to stare at how glassy his pupiless eyes appeared to be. "Do they hurt?" she whispered.

"Naught more than a slight sting when touched. But you must be wondering why you're here, and not where you were going to be summoned."

"A bit. Did you speak to the others?"

"I did not. I'm from your past, and it is very hard to focus on any particular soul. But the woman you saw in your vision? I love her very much. I... I often fall into trances through time. A consequence of my hubris... This particular trance, I was thinking of her and I found you in the Rift."

Rowan nodded slowly, trying to digest what she was told. To be loved that much..."And it must be because you've seen me before, I was able to take your hand and pull you aside for this brief meeting," Daedalus said. "It can be disorienting to be tossed across time and space, and I didn't want you to face it alone. I know first hand how much comfort another person can be."

"Thank you," Rowan said. The whole concept of being found because of... who she was, or what her soul had been before, was more disorienting than being tossed through time, even if the idea of it was a pleasant one.

Daedalus sighed. "I wish I could offer more help than my company. Unfortunately, I cannot send you back. You must go to where you are being summoned. It... it needs to happen."

"Would it break Time itself if I didn't?" Rowan asked in a nervous jape.

"You would fare far worse than Time if you didn't. Time is a flowing river. Inexorable. Trying to dam it will..." he averted his eyes shamefully, "That is not a fate I would have you walk."

"Oh." She swallowed. "Is there aught you can tell me?"

Daedalus hummed. "What you are going to face... I believe you have it all well in hand. Especially this - ah, especially because of the bonds of friendship you've formed. Though you may feel short of achieving your goal, you are skilled enough to achieve it. Just... don't let him sell you short."

Rowan tilted her head. "Him? Who?"

He shook his. "That would be telling you too much. You'll know who I'm referring to when the time comes."

She nodded, feeling as though she was just handed a puzzle box far more intricate than she could reasonably solve. "If that's all you have to tell me..."

"I will say, Rowan, that you are loved.  Far more than you know, and for every noble and strange thing there is about you. And I'm not just saying that because I love your predecessor. From what glimpses I've seen of your time, love surrounds you."

Rowan swallowed the tears and nodded. "Thank you."

"Good. Now if that's everything... Alas, something tells me that there is something missing..." Daedalus squinted as he scrutinized her. "A small detail, but important... A visual representation of that love, if you will."

She instinctually reached for her right ear. If she didn't arrive with any clothing, then her earring would surely be missing as well...

"That's right, I do believe you wear a rather distinct earring. It's round and holds a soft glow. More than that, I cannot recall from my visions."

"Tis a pumpkin. A gift from my mother and friends to remind me of where I came from. Are you... making one for me? Like the robes?"

"Yes, it's a rather simple task if I can imagine it. Though if I had thought of it earlier, I would have made it by hand... What does the setting look like? The pumpkin dangles, does it not?"

"It does. Ah, it hangs off of three cubes, two white and one black, with the post comprising of four cubes in a checkered pattern." Rowan could scarcely believe he could make a replica, and quickly, but she was in a rather unique environment to begin with. Why not trust that Daedalus could?

Daedalus nodded, and with a snap of his fingers, Rowan felt a familiar weight at her ear. "You'll have to trust me again, but I do believe it should resemble the one you have on your body."

She smiled. "Even if it doesn't, the fact that you took the time to try..."

He smiled shyly, and it felt so familiar to her... "I've delayed you long enough. I'll set you back on your path... I-I enjoyed meeting you."

Rowan nodded. "Twas a comfort to meet you, Daedalus."

He nodded back, and let go of her hand. Losing his touch, Rowan started falling through a void, crystals and memories surrounding her, out of reach. She thought she saw Daedalus rest his head on the familiar woman's lap for a second, then it was gone.

*   *   *

"Praise the gods! Rowan! I didn't lose you," a familiar voice said.

Is that... Rowan opened her eyes, finding herself in a room of crystal.

"Are you well? Where did you get those robes?" the voice asked. It belonged to a short figure in a hooded robe. Crystal veins traced through his limbs. He's the right height...

She cleared her throat. "A... fellow traveler gave them to me." That's true enough.

"That would likely explain your delay in arriving..." the hooded figure said.

Rowan narrowed her eyes. "How long of a delay?"

Thanks for the prompt!

[lilbittymonster]

Impromptu sleepover happened when @azure-dragonsinger logged Joda out at Kitali's apartment so we all agreed he just crashed on her couch