#our flag flies forever

[naranjapetrificada]

Me working on my WIP's second chapter in a spite-filled writing haze after yesterday's awful news

[sunsetkerr]

THE TRADE | s.kerr

summary: as your afl season ends, your contract is up- leaving you, the hottest player in the aflw, up for grabs.

pairing: aflw!reader x sam kerr

notes: part one here!

yourinstagram

liked by samanthakerr20, crowsaflw and 18,398 others yourinstagram our third flag, so proud to have spent the last five years with this team. ytfg 💪💪

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samanthakerr20 the only time I will accept you not wearing a west coast guernsey is now ❤️❤️ so proud, go the crows!! ↳ yourinstagram screenshotting this and sending it to west coast right now

crowsaflw we love you #1 ↳ yourinstagram ❤️

user no because im so happy

user they need to resign her ↳ user shes a free agent, meaning whoever bids the most is most likely where she will go ↳ user she can't leave the crows 💔

alannakennedy casually winning flags ↳ yourinstagram its a constant tbh

alexchidiac10 loving the hat in the second pic ↳ yourinstagram its sam's dads 💪 ↳ samanthakerr20 roger was robbed

aflwupdates

liked by user, caitlinfoord and 7,281 others aflwupdates BREAKING NEWS: Adelaide Crows star, Y/N L/N, is officially a free agent. After winning her 3rd flag with the southern club, L/N's contract has not been renewed and she is rumoured to be looking for a new club. It is unknown whether Adelaide is negotiating a new contract with their star forward.

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user im losing it, she can't leave ↳ user I wouldn't be surprised, she doesn't live in Adelaide so it might be easier to go to a club closer to home ↳ user where does she live? ↳ user y/n has a home in perth with her wife sam and their daughter, but flies between perth, adelaide and london (where sam and y/n also have a house) for sam's football

caitlinfoord sick pic though @yourinstagram ↳ yourinstagram ffs caitlin ↳ user caitlin can't resist putting her foot in it 😭 ↳ yourinstagram literally this is my life, come get your dog please @mackenziearnold @alannakennedy

yourinstagram

liked by samanthakerr20, maryfowlerrr and 26,387 others yourinstagram in the off season we party (tillies style)

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mackenziearnold matildas 🤝 the crows ↳ yourinstagram party animals

user SAM AND Y/N HAVE MATCHING TATTOOS??? ↳ samanthakerr20 disgusting really

user seeing the girls let their hair down is so refreshing

user y/n looks in no condition to have caitlin foord on her shoulders, that is one expensive woman y/n- don't drop her please ↳ yourinstagram if I did it wouldn't be an accident

matildas see you at training tomorrow morning ladies!! ↳ maryfowlerrr I can't go out.. I'm sick

samanthakerr20 you little rager, you look so good in that shirt ↳ yourinstagram its 100% off (a sam kerr exclusive discount) ↳ samanthakerr20 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

user we are all freaking out about her trade and she's out here getting off her face with her wife's team mates 😭😭

crowsaflw

liked by yourinstagram, samanthakerr20 and 9,290 others crowsaflw it is with great sorrow we announce the departure of our superstar y/n l/n. five long years with the best, she will be missed on and off the field. truly a force to be reckoned with ❤️ we will miss you, forever our #1.

samanthakerr20

liked by yourinstagram, amysayer_ and 739,298 others samanthakerr20 she's off to continue to do great things ❤️ proud.

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user its so weird seeing them all lovey and not all I hate you ↳ yourinstagram dont worry its weird for me too

crowsaflw our girl! ↳ user but like.. not anymore... ↳ user too soon

kyracooneyx my lord and saviour ↳ charlotte_grant all hail mrs l/n-kerr

samanthakerr20 realising this photo kinda makes it look like you're dead xx ↳ yourinstagram sometimes when im with you I wish I was xxxxxx

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liked by samanthakerr20, aflw and 18,388 others yourinstagram the new diggs

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user STOP ITS OPTUS, SHE'S GONE TO WA

user omg shes going to west coast or freo

optusstadium so happy to have you!

samanthakerr20 who says diggs? ↳ yourinstagram literally shut the fuck up

mackenziearnold physically cannot sit still right now ↳ yourinstagram right now or ever?

user y/n literally tell us, tell us right now

westcoastaflw

liked by samanathakerr20, yourinstagram and 11,938 others westcoastaflw welcoming our new #1!! @yourinstagram blue and gold looks very good on you, don't you agree @samanthakerr20?

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samanthakerr20 DAMNNNNNN 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

samanthakerr20 can finally watch one of your games without wanting to vomit looking at your guernsey 🤤🤤🤤🤤 ↳ yourinstagram 💙💛

user I cannot breathe

user sam got what she wanted 😭😭 ↳ yourinstagram she always does unfortunately

roxykerr20 thank goodness we didn't invest in any crows merchandise 😂 ↳ yourinstagram you never would roxy 😌 I did this solely for you and roger ↳ samanthakerr20 I'll just jump off a cliff then x love you babe

[teaboot]

Your post about art vs content got me thinking about the differences between the two. To me there is no difference besides the mindsets. One is of creator and the enjoyer, the other is content and consumer it removes the personhood, the joy/emotion, from the equation. Like a writer or video creator may not see their work as art so content creator maybe a way to refer to themselves comfortably but it sounds so machine, emotionless and lifeless, like a cookie cutter recipe mass producing something verses people lovingly crafting something...then again Disney uses a cookie cutter recipe for the most part and it brings out bangers cause people lovingly make it their own so maybe I'm thinking too hard on this

Does my long-winded rant make sense?

see, I get what you mean, but I still feel like the willingness to entertain calling art of any kind "content" reduces it to the facet of consumption where in reality, the experience of consuming art is not the sole defining trait of it.

Reducing arts like music, writing, painting, dance, voice acting, theater, etc. to the role of "content"- a thing created to be consumed, measured and valued by how pleasant or easy it is to digest- I feel that it was our biggest red flag to herald the incoming tide of AI "art".

Because if art is "content", if arts are nothing but consumable matter, then obviously the key to success is to produce as much soft, tasty, edible paste as we possibly can at the lowest possible expense.

It's the same issue I have with "meal replacements", diet culture, nutrient slurries, twenty-step skincare routines, 24/7 body padding and shapewear and laxative teas and "grind culture". It's not a cause, but a symptom, of the disease that is late-stage capitalism.

Things must be produced at low cost and remain in high demand forever. Things must be perfect and palatable and the new hit trend forever. People must pay hand over fist to consume without asking anything in return, and if they start dropping like flies at the unending unrewarded thankless demand of it all, then that must be treated as a weakness. We should all take pride in how much we can spend, pay, give, produce, and think as little as possible about what we ask for ourselves.

So, who cares if, of two identical paintings, one was made by a person and one was made by a computer program? It's the same work, so what does it matter? What does it matter?

I am an artist. I make art. I ask a question, make a statement, declare something horrific or challenging or upsetting or wrong or grotesque, and when you respond, we are together experiencing a conversation. We are existing, two people living one life and reaching out and touching across time and space. No matter the work, you're at the barest minimum saying, "I'm alive, and you're alive, and at one time or another we shared this same world, and at the end of the day we aren't too terribly different. My heart is worth sharing, and your heart is worth the struggle of understanding."

An AI-generated piece, a computer-generated voice, a CGI puppet of someone long since dead and gone, they cannot speak. They have no voice. Ay best, they are the most chewable, consumable, landlord-beige common denominator possible that you can sit and listen to like the lone survivor of a shipwreck listening to the same three songs on a broken record, and at worst, they're the uncaring vomit of an empty, unloving, value-addled hack wearing the skin of someone I know over their own.

When you abandon art to say that you make content, that should not be a point of pride. That's an embarrassment. That's not sitting down for an intelligent discussion with an equal, that's kneeling at the feet of the crowd and saying, "what do you want to see me do? I can be anyone you've ever loved. I can be them, I can be anyone, as long as you love me."

I can make content. I can be consumed. What do you want to consume? I'll make myself consumable. I'll make myself just like anything you like. And I'll make so much of it that you'll never have to go anywhere else, because it'll all be right here, and under all the cut-and-paste schlock you've seen before I will sit alone in the dark and the silence and I will know that I am safe, because I am valued, because I am desired, and I need to be desired or else I am worthless like a factory that no longer churns out steel or a hen that no longer lays eggs or a cow that is too old to make milk.

Content, the most literal meaning, is something which is contained inside a container. What it is doesn't really matter, and the best it can hope to be is something worthy of being scooped out and used.

Art is an experience that transcends value. Art is something you can eat without paying for. You can make it out of anything and anyone can do it. It can be crude and vulgar and bad, and that's a strength because it means something. It always, always means something, and it doesn't matter if you like it or not. It's not content because it doesn't fill anything. It's a living, breathing thing, and whether you want to birth it or eat it, then you're going to have to be willing to put the fucking work in

[ofmdrecaps]

08/12-13/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; David Jenkins; Rhys Darby; Taika Waititi; Vico Ortiz; Kristian Nairn; Samba Schutte; Leslie Jones; Dominic Burgess; Alex Sherman; WBD News Articles; Fan Spotlight: Cast Cards; Our Flag Means Fanfiction; Never Left Podcast; Love Notes; Today's Taika Tuesday;

== David Jenkins ==

Chaos Dad has certainly been living up to his name! He's been keeping the fandom busy with reposting lovely artwork from our crew, and responding to various ponderings!

Source: David Jenkins Twitter

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He even confirmed some Evelyn/Mary Theories made by our dear friend @patchworkpiratebear!

Source: David Jenkins Twitter

== Rhys Darby ==

Some more shots of Edinburgh Fringe!

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== Taika Waititi ==

Just a quick vid of Taika out in Ibiza a couple weeks back!

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Also-- 3 years ago Aug 13th, Free Guy came out! So folks are celebrating the anniversary!

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== Vico Ortiz ==

Vico has been posting lots of pics lately-- but recently shared that Aug 12 was their 2 year anniversary with Jack!

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In other news, Vico will be honored with the Coyote Courage Award a the 1st Annual 29 Queer Film Festival! Thank you to @adoptourcrew for highlighting this amazing honor for Vico!

Here's the Article:

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Vico is asking for some feedback! You can send it to them on their Instagram Story!

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== Leslie Jones ==

Leslie met Sha'Carri Richardson!

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== Samba Schutte ==

Samba's back in Holland!

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== Kristian Nairn ==

The new Audo Drama Podcast -- Dungeon Masters with Kristian is finally out! Check it out wherever you love to listen!

Source: Dungeon Masters Spotify

== Alex Sherman ==

#AssTonight has been extended to #AssTomorrow and #AssForever!

Source: Alex Shermans' Instagram

And if you didn't love Alex enough, he's been a camp counselor for the "Experience Camps", which is a non-profit that helps transform the lives of grieving kids through summer camp programs and year round initiatives!

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== Dominic Burgess ==

Dominic is out at the new Alien Premiere!

Source: Dominic's Twitter

== WBD News ==

More Articles on WBD and the tanking stocks!

Source: Never Left Podcast Twitter

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Source: Never Left Podcast Twitter

== Fan Spotlight ==

= Cast Cards =

More cast cards tonight from the wonderful @melvisik! You just keep bringing more and more of our lovely crew to light! Thank you hon! First up is Kian F, and Marcin K! They are unspecified but Mel thinks they're Action Talent found via ofmd-crew.com!

The next up almost needs no introduction, she's our fabulous Costume Designer for S2, Gypsy Taylor!!

And last but not least, you probably recognize her from all her BTS, Set Dresser, Lindsey Cantrell!

Source: @melvisik's Twitter

= Our Flag Means Fanfiction =

New Epitizer from Our Flag Means FanFiction! Ready by Cheesecake3! Check them out here!

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OFMFanfiction needs your help! Help them pick a new sign off slogan! Reach out to them on their instagram!

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= Never Left Podcast =

New episode of Never Left Podcast! Part 3 of Motifs! Check them out on your favorite listening platform!

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== Love Notes ==

Hey there lovelies, another busy couple of days. My son starts kindergarten tomorrow! Boy how time flies, huh? I feel like I was pregnant like last month, and here he is grown up and 5 years old, and off to school. Do you remember those days? I remember my first day of kindergarten. I'm 38 years old, and that's still a day I remember. I remember the brown wall with the pink buttlerflies of my classroom, and the desks I'd never seen before. I remember being scared...wondering why I was in a new place I didn't recognize, but I remember having such a great time too. I remember counting to 25, and reading Berenstain Bears books, and making friends and I don't remember a lot of other days from that year, but I remember that one. It's amazing what little things in life we remember, even 30+ years later. Remember to take a moment to smile and enjoy things even when they're a bit scary lovelies. Sometimes they turn out to be wonderful memories. I hope you're all staying healthy <3 Just some quick love notes tonight-- the first from our Pirate queen, and the second from the darling TheLatestKate <3

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== Today's Taika Tuesday ==

In honor of this Taika Tuesday which falls on the 3rd anniversary of Free Guy, have some Antwan <3 Gif courtesy of the lovely @neverswungonswingingstars

[your-averagewriter]

“Fuck off America’s sweetheart.”

Summary: After trekking through the rainforest the Suicide Squad stumble upon a camp and after a brief massacre they discover Rick Flag, uninjured and not captured.

Word count: 1.0K

Warnings: Violence, swearing, blood, gore, Suicide Squad violence and warnings

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After a day of walking through a rainforest, moisture attaching itself to my skin I try to shrug off the feeling of dirtiness. We reach a makeshift camp and are instantly told to execute anyone and everyone within.

A brutal but sadly common order in the Suicide Squad. DuBois and Peacemaker have an obvious rivalry not leaving many to the rest of us but I’m not complaining. I’ve never been someone to enjoy killing, only when ordered to or when it’s necessary, that’s not to say I’m bad at it, don’t misunderstand.

I approach the camp, following behind the two in competition, not something I wanna get involved with. Slowly, I pull out a few bullets from my bag, toss one in the air, catch it then throw it, propelling it straight into a man’s head. Sunlight shines through from the other side, illuminating the cascading blood from the wound. I repeat the process with a second bullet, lodging it in someone’s skull before moving on through the camp.

Watching the two ‘vigilantes’ act like children is entertaining for a few minutes but gets old quickly as they fight over the last victim. Quickly, I pull out two bullets from my bag and propel them at the same time towards the last man standing. Falling over, you can see the two holes the bullets paved through his eyes, perfect shot, I think allowing a small smile at the precision and accuracy.

Both of them turn to me, glaring ever so slightly annoyed that I took away their tie breaker but we have a mission to do and competition with each other will only get each other killed.

“Damn it.” I hear both of them say, frustrated, watching as the man falls, flat on the ground, the remains of his eyes splattered nearby.

Staying silent, I follow closely behind the leader and another who has also deemed himself a leader (Peacemaker). His ego seems to have no bounds, from his pretentious name to stupid hat.

Heading towards a tent, DuBois pulls open the entrance to reveal a short woman in some sort of uniform and a patched up Rick Flag. They turn to us in confusion which is mimicked by our faces.

“(y/n)?” He asks and I furrow my brows looking at him, sitting laughing in a tent whilst we were out fighting and trying to protect the island.

I step back, out of the tent slowly as too many emotions flood my system making me not be able to think straight. I just need to get out of here.

I don’t walk far and I don’t know what to do so I walk through the camp following the trails of my murders tracing my bullets. They’re not really that special but I don’t know what to do right now.

Feeling a tear carve a path down my face, my hand flies up immediately to swipe it away and I refuse to cry or to let anyone see me cry. I grab at the bullets, forcing my fingernails into my palms almost drawing blood but the pain stops the tears from falling. Reversed logic but when did emotions ever make sense. Stuffing the bullets back into my bag I walk over to a fallen tree where I perch my head in my hands, not crying, not angry, just overwhelmed. Although, an overwhelmed assassin can be a dangerous thing.

This whole experience only lasts seconds in reality but it feels like it’s going on forever.

Waller convinced me to go on this mission stating that Rick had been captured, that he was being used by the enemy, she didn’t outright say he was being tortured but it was heavily implied.But here he is laughing in a tent with some random people, certainly not looking captured.

I know it’s not his fault that he's unharmed, not captured by the enemy, I’m not mad at him, it’s Waller as usual - manipulating me using my emotions and using the one person I care about to force me on this mission.

Rick emerges from the tent a few moments afterwards, likely done with a short debrief for DuBois and the others. He scans the forest, tracing the treeline, looking for me and eventually he clocks me sitting on the tree.

“(y/n)-” I interrupt.

“Why are you here? I don’t understand.” I say, my hands threaded in my hair.

“Trust me, I’m about to ask you the same thing.”

“Waller called me in, she told me you had been captured and were probably being tortured. That’s why I’m here. Why aren’t you being tortured?” He chuckles quietly. “I know that sounds weird.” I say, resting my head on his shoulder.

“Waller lied to you.” I sigh. What I thought has now been confirmed.

“I can’t believe she would do that… Well, I can.” I frown.

“I’m so sorry.” He says, wrapping his arm around my waist, resting his head on top of mine. “I don’t want you to be here because of me.”

“It’s not your fault. We’ve just gotta make sure we both get out of it now so we can deal with Waller later on.”

“Yeah. Then you can show Waller what you’re made of.” 

“She won’t know what hit her.” I manage a small smile. There’s a comfortable silence that falls over us before I stand up holding onto his hand, cherishing the warmth he provides me with. “We should get back to the others…” I say.

He agrees quietly, following after me. We walk back over to the tent where the others are standing and talking with the people in uniform.

“DuBois?” I say and he turns around upon hearing his name. “Did you know?” I ask.

“Know what?”

“That Flag wasn’t captured, wasn’t tortured.”

“I didn’t know Flag was here.” He says, shrugging his shoulders.

“Who the fuck is this guy?” Peacemaker asks. “Why is he so important?”

“Fuck off America’s sweetheart.” I say, the anger of Waller lying being emphasised by Peacemaker’s idiocy. I feel Rick squeeze my hand, an attempt to calm me. I don’t have anger issues but there are some specific things that rile me up.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Robert stands in the middle of us putting his hands up, preventing escalation. “He’s just a dick.” DuBois says quietly.

“Hey, I can hear you!” Peacemaker shouts.

“Fuck off!” I yell back.

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AN: I hope you enjoyed reading!

I'm so boring with my title recently, I've just been putting quotes from the fics, I'm sorry haha.

I thought you'd want to be tagged @mandy-eminem-moxley77 (I have a much better Rick Flag fic that I'm gonna post tomorrow or the day after that's 'spicy' so...)

[werepuppy-steve]

gay pirate brianrot (our flag means death)

just straight up vibes, mate

the chain - fleetwood mac

sweet creature - harry styles

could have been me - the struts

here i go again - whitesnake

love is gone (acoustic) - SLANDER, dylan matthew

let me follow - son lux

achilles come down - gang of youths

till forever falls apart - ashe, FINNEAS

i found - amber run

achilles heel - j. maya

pierre - ryn weaver

partners in crime - set it off, ashe costello

motion sickness - phoebe bridgers

arms unfolding - dodie

sea of love - cat power

hello hello - elton john

ready now - dodie

love like you - caleb hayes

this will be (an everlasting love) - natalie cole

abcdefu (angrier) - GAYLE

would you go with me - josh turner

if i ain't got you - alicia keys

ship in a bottle - fin

underground - cody fry

one (mono single version) - harry nilsson

simply the best - billianne

miss missing you - fall out boy

burn butcher burn - joey batey

in case you don't live forever - ben platt

never love an anchor - the crane wives

inkpot gods - the amazing devil

ruin - the amazing devil

i guess i'm in love - clinton kane

chicken tendies - clinton kane

like real people do - hozier

seven - taylor swift

our prayer - the beach boys

hallucinogenics - matt maeson

crazy on you - heart

locomotive breath - jethro tull

high on a rocky ledge - moondog

messa da requiem: 2. dies irae - guiseppe verdi, berliner philharmoniker, carlo maria guilini, ernst senff chor

sonata in e major, k. 380 - domenico scarlatti, khatia buniatishvili

gnossienne no. 5: modéré - erik satie, olga scheps

concerto for recorder and viola dagamba in a minor, twv 52:a1: I.grave - georg philipp telemann, hille perl

II triello - ennio morricone

perfect day - lou reed

träumerei (kinderderszenen, op. 15) - robert schumann, ronny matthes

2 arabesques, l. 66: no. 1 in e major - claude debusy, peter frankl

rêverie, l. 68: rêverie - claude debussy, jean-yves thibaudet

avalanche - leonard cohen

miles from nowhere - yusuf / cat stevens

go to hell - clinton kane

back to december - taylor swift

mine - taylor swift

break my stride - matthew wilder

viva la vida - coldplay

blackbeard's ghost - jesse rice

back to black - amy winehouse

change (in the house of flies) - deftones

we'll never have sex - leith ross

make up your mind - florence + the machine

everybody loves me - onerepublic

the captain's daughter - alison krauss & union station

easy on me - adele

hoist up the thing - the longest johns

gimme! gimme! gimme! (a man after midnight) - abba

right where you left me - taylor swift

super trouper - abba

soldier, poet, king - the oh hellos

raise hell - brandi carlile

ocean blue - moniker

no choir - florence + the machine

leggie blonde - flight of the conchords

little lion man - mumford & sons

rolling in the deep - adele

pirate song - ben barnes

i love you like an alcoholic - the taxpayers

hello my old heart - the oh hellos

a pirate's life - joel fry

to death we go - joel fry

hurts like hell - fleurie, tommee profitt

lay all your love on me - abba

judas - lady gaga

the moon will sing - the crane wives

this side of paradise - coyote theory

shrike - hozier

enchanted - taylor swift

the night we met - lord huron

dear wormwood - the oh hellos

iris - the goo goo dolls

favorite crime - olivia rodrigo

the foundations of decay - my chemical romance

curses - the crane wives

matilda - harry styles

if i could fly - one direction

welcome home, son - radical face

the mary ellen carter - the longest johns

sweet disposition - the temper trap

like ships need the sea - emily hearn

[darkhorse-javert]

A meet 'Queue-te'

When the Queue for the Lying in State was going on, someone suggested the idea of a, meet cute in the Queue- a meet 'Queuete' as it were (Their name, not mine.) -

if anyone can find this post, please let me know, I'd like to attribute this idea properly.

I thought I'd give it a go, for Sam and Andrew, it is distinctly less disasterous than their meeting in Canon.

"So where have you come from?" She addresses the man- about her age- queued in front of her. It seems a safe enough question to ask, an easy touchstone of politeness, while breaking the very British silence and reserve.

“Anglesey,” he answers as he turns towards her- and yes, thinks Sam that is an RAF uniform, there’s a flash of silver from his flying-wings as the lapel moves-  "Although I'm from Hastings." He tips his head, eyes on her, possibly looking her over. "You?" 

"Lyminster- it's a little south of Arundel, just off the coast." Sam hurries to place it in context, at the slight blankness on the young man's face. Lyminster, little village with a knucker hole that no one has ever heard of. 

"Ah," he says, "Then we're neighbors by coast, of a sort." He smiles, a fun, rather boyish smile.

Boldly she holds out a hand and he shakes it neatly, politely, not stiffly. “I'm Andrew Foyle."

"Sam Stewart,” She replies Samantha really, but I like Sam." His brown eyes sparkle at that, something close to fellow feeling, or certainly understanding.

“What do you fly in Anglesea?' Her curiosity won't be contained, even if she is guessing that he flies.

"Planes- Fighter Jets, F22- and no, I never met Prince William, he'd left before I was posted, before I even had my commission. Anyway we were in different sections. He was air-sea rescue

There’s an air of recitation to the second bit, and she nearly laughs at it,"You get asked that a lot then?”

The man, Andrew, rolls his eyes heavenward dramatically "You have no idea. It seems to be the main fact civilians have retained about the RAF in Anglesea. Now if they asked me about running the Mach Loop, that would be another matter.

"The Mach Loop?" Mach is something to do with speed, the speed of sound she thinks

“Oops, he drops his head a little, a slight bashful twist to his face smile "It's part of the Welsh valleys where we practise low flying, the photographer-lot love it.” his eyes gleam "So do I."

“It sounds,” she says slowly trying to keep her words sensible, Manners, Samantha “Rather dangerous…”

“You mean you think we’re utterly mad.” Andrew says easily, “It is dangerous, but then so is anything with one of those Jets, they’re so quick and powerful. The Brass don't let you run it until you're trained enough.”  His eyes are distant for a moment, caught somewhere. The Welsh valleys probably, or elsewhere in the sky, then his expression clears and he glances along the flow of people, ahead of them and back down the river. Then shakes his head ever so slightly.

She knows what he’s thinking, So many people, so so many people come to pay their respects. It’s not a surprise, not really, but the sheer scale of it in reality is something else. She was loved, and a part of all our lives forever, something we could  be sure of, through all the changes the world threw at us. And yet, now she’s gone- and we'll never see her again. 

“Not sunk in yet?” Andrew says softly

She shakes her head slowly, “No.” Her voice is slightly unsteady to her ears  It should have, surely, we’ve known for a week now, prayers memorial and the condolence book in the church, Dad out at all hours consoling people. “Not properly.”

“Me neither.”

They stand there in quiet silence, a dull humm of chatter, the rush of the wind, noises around them. In the distance, a flag pole, it’s contents at half-mast, shifting slightly in the air, then move forwards with the shuffling flow of the queue.

“Did you ever meet her?” She asks quietly.

Andrew shakes his head sharply once “Nope.” But his face curls into a smile. “One of my mates did though, just after he’d got back and been given his DFC. Said she made you feel like you were the one that mattered, even in a room full of people… and that she teased him about how he fitted into a cockpit-” Sam threw him a look, but Andrew was already carrying on, heedless “Which given Rex is 6’ 2” in his socks, never mind his dress shoes, is a fair question to ask.” 

“What did he reply?” Sam felt her lips turning up in a smile at the mere thought, the mental image of the fairly diminutive queen with a much taller RAF man.

“That he was very good at folding up.”

The laughter splutters out of her, even though it feels undignified in this circumstance, and when she looks at her new friend, his eyes are alight too, “Apparently Her Majesty found it quite amusing as well, she had a good sense of humour.”

“That’s what you’ve heard isn’t it, in all the comments, in all the stories people have told; her sense of fun, her kindness…” Her smile, the brightness, in all the pictures, even to the very end, last Tuesday…  She gives herself a little shake, tears can wait until later. 

They shuffle a few steps further forwards, and the wind off the river nips her cheeks sharply with its ice.

“Would you like some coffee?”

Andrew’s head swivels, that’s really the only word for it, towards her,. “You have hot coffee?”

Sam opens her bag, and tugs out the battered old thermos from the side, holding it up triumphantly. Andrew’s eyes widen, focusing closely on the flask “Yes… Please.”

She has to pass the Thermos over in order to rescue a spare plastic mug from her bag, glad she had thought to pack them.  Andrew passes it back, and takes the mug instead, holding it out to be filled. She watches around her own rim as he curls his fingers around the mug, and takes a long sip.

“MMmm… Ten times better than the Naafi stuff, and that in the Mess.”

“Naffi?” Sam queries 

“‘Navy, Army and Air Force Institutes’, they run the base shop, run most of them in the country actually.” Andrew takes another sip of the coffee, looks back at her with a slight frown, his tone careful “You do realise you’re going to lose that Thermos at the Bag Check, don’t you? It’s clear bottles only.”

She nods with her mouth full, then swallows as soon as she can, to answer “It's the oldest, most battered Thermos in the vicarage, we’ve got half a dozen others. That's why I brought it… it doesn’t matter.”

Andrew’s nod seems to be approving,with a little humm in his throat, “The coffee does though,” he toasts her with the mug, “Thanks.”

Sam finds herself smiling broadly at his enthusiasm “You’re welcome.”

[hatsunevivi]

july 21st, 2024 - 10:58 pm

nonsense-ical yearning, references to cheating

tomorrow i have to see her again for the first time in about three months. i haven't stopped thinking about all of it. she never knew me like she thought she did, though it hurts to know i opened up to her. she knows me better than anyone, despite being high off her brains and unable to register anything. i hate seeing her with the people that i like, i dont want ym friends to become like her. i've been thinking about it recently, all the shit ive done with her. when she first got with her boyfriend, i felt the entire rise and fall of the third reich at my feet. when she started looking at me how she used to i felt my fingers cramp up, when she played with my hair i felt myself dissolve. when i kissed her at her house i felt like i had been shot. i remember crying in the library when he found out about it, sobbing into her hoodie. i remember promising myself to never talk to her again, convincing myself i was the reason it all went downhill. she isn't with him anymore, and we haven't talked about it since. i wonder how she feels, about all the shit we do. does she even think of me anymore? about my lips on hers, tasting faintly of her chapstick that i stole. the scar on my thigh from her or the indent on my thumb from our blood oath. does any of it matter to her? does she do this with her other friends? or was i special, something she could hold dear? i don't know, the questions pile up in my brain until they ultimately fall. like rocks on a roadside mountain, falling without warning onto bypassers. i don't like to think about it, i hate thinking about it. all of it makes my body feel sick, like ive been bedrotting for twelve whole years. i try to convince myself that i hate her, but in reality i know shes the same girl i fell in love with. the same girl i spent hours and days with, kissing giddly at slumber parties and crying with her. but shes also the girl that ruined me, the girl who avoided me for months and the girl who told everyone my secrets. the girl i fell in love with for the things that made her, her. maybe it was her being my first kiss, her teaching me how to draw stars and her teaching me all kinds of things. maybe it was the way my humor rubbed off on her and she makes references to my old jokes, reclaiming them as her own. sticking a flag in the ground, right beside an old loose hole. i would let her do anything she wanted if it meant i would see the old her again. if she's cold, i would let her burn the house down. if she's hungry, i would let her open my chest open and devour me. if that's what it took, i would fucking do it. with no complaints, with no questions asked, it would happen. i loved her and she left me, i loved her like a hungry child loves licking knives. i loved her like flies love rotten garbage. i loved her like a crow loves roadkill. i loved her like an alcoholic mother loves throwing glass bottles. i would be whatever she wanted, what ever she needed. i miss her like a stray dog in the woods. i love her like a sick animal thats good for nothing but loving someone. i won't wait forever, ive told myself that so many times. so why do i keep waiting? the clock ticks, the sound makes me shiver. i lost her to reality, i've realized. drugs and alcohol got a hold of her, drowning out the soul she used to be. i just want her to love me again, i run with red flags waiting for the bulls to run towards me. but the only bull that i want isn't at the competition.

[nepalenfieldersblog]

"Flying High: My Everest Base Camp Helicopter Adventure"

Welcome to my blog where I'll take you on an unforgettable journey to the roof of the world – the Everest Base Camp Helicopter Tour! Join me as I share my personal experience and insights from soaring above the majestic Himalayas, offering a glimpse into the awe-inspiring beauty of Mount Everest and its surrounding peaks.

Setting Off: My adventure begins with a thrilling helicopter ride from Kathmandu, whisking me away to the heart of the Everest region. As we ascend into the sky, I'm filled with excitement and anticipation for the incredible sights that await.

Flying Over the Himalayas: As the helicopter flies higher, I'm mesmerized by the breathtaking views of snow-capped peaks, deep valleys, and winding rivers below. The sheer magnitude of the Himalayas is awe-inspiring, and I feel incredibly small amidst the towering mountains.

Arriving at Everest Base Camp: After a scenic flight, we touch down at Everest Base Camp, a rugged wilderness surrounded by some of the highest peaks on Earth. Stepping out of the helicopter, I'm immediately struck by the raw beauty of the landscape and the sheer remoteness of our location.

Exploring Base Camp: At Everest Base Camp, I have the opportunity to explore the area, taking in the sights of colorful prayer flags, expedition tents, and the iconic Khumbu Icefall. The air is filled with a sense of adventure and camaraderie, as climbers from around the world gather to embark on their journey to the summit.

Capturing Memories: With my camera in hand, I capture memories of this once-in-a-lifetime experience, snapping photos of the towering peaks and the smiling faces of fellow adventurers. These are moments I'll cherish forever, a testament to the incredible beauty and spirit of the Himalayas.

Return Journey: As our time at Everest Base Camp comes to an end, it's time to board the helicopter once again for the return journey. As we fly back towards Kathmandu, I reflect on the incredible sights I've seen and the unforgettable experiences I've had. The memory of this helicopter tour will stay with me forever, a testament to the indomitable spirit of adventure that lies within us all.

Conclusion: The Everest Base Camp Helicopter Tour is truly a once-in-a-lifetime adventure that offers a unique perspective on the world's highest peak. Whether you're a seasoned adventurer or a first-time traveler, this aerial journey promises breathtaking views and unforgettable memories. So join me on this incredible journey to the roof of the world, where every moment is a testament to the beauty and majesty of the Himalayas.

[kmartparkinglot]

SUMMER NOTEBOOK

SUMMER NOTEBOOK NICOLETTE POLEK

from LOGUE [YELLOW]

a ski lift ride with your attorney a map of all the honeysuckle bushes in your neighborhood a walking tour as a birthday gift an apricot stone with our initials carved into it a vivaldian sentence an encyclopedist a kinetic tide—when two tides come from different directions and trap a boat in its place for years. a puddle that reflects the ugly version a faraway look a paper trail a writer who burns her stories and bakes the ashes into pies a rule where every girl gets all her mother's clothes when she marries a list of colors from Stanislav Lem's Solaris: a pink curtain glowing brightly a steel blue light a warm glow of the red sun a mist overhanging a black ocean a blood red reflection a crimson haze a blue sun a suntanned skin and a grey skin a black pearly object a chalky smell a mountain, when you haven't seen a mountain before a market where they squeeze the fruit's juice right into your mouth a boy folding origami animals in the corner of the casino a four way stop where everyone goes and crashes a curtain that opens to another curtain a lemon tree, a pearl onion, an engagement ring a boy leaving his parents table at the restaurant to sit with other families a train forever skidding on its breaks a seagull riding the thermal waves in the air for 8 hours without flapping its wings once a "useful melancholy" a love that I would plant my flag on forever a child detective a child detector a candlestruck, handshook, unhome a ballet teacher who addresses the class as hogs and horses a glamorous book a long distance chess game where each player takes and sends a photo of the next move whenever they see a chess board in their daily life a fetish where you stand above your husband as he reads your favorite book a person who doesn't look like who they are a boxer wringing the blood from a steak into a glass to drink during meetings a classically trained person a screaming dress, a dress for screaming in a bird who flies around with the same piece of string a hidden room in your house a bank vault where you keep your perfume a wine harvested by sheep, which involves them rubbing up against the vines with some sort of basket attached to them a wine store that sells wine rescued from shipwrecks a book that doesn't show up in photographs a beauty pageant for cabbages a game of basketball where players chain-smoke and flick their finished cigarettes into the hoop to get points a concierge building a sandcastle in white opera gloves alone on a misty morning a child who has a sleep mask made from two Best in Show ribbons a stranger wiping his dog's mouth with your apology letter a ghost that is a reflection of yourself.

http://muumuuhouse.com/np.24mar2020.html

[naranjapetrificada]

Fanfic Friday for better or worse

It's another somber Fanfic Friday for those who love the gay pirates but I'm in whatever stage of mourning that "defiance" fits in. Recs at the bottom, and have two paragraphs I badly want to keep in my AU WIP's chapter 2 but might have to get bumped to chapter 3 if this draft gets any longer:

Beyond his appreciation of a good story, Ed doesn't have all that much time for gods. But given his impending journey south, he's started developing a kind of reverence for tradition. It sits in the part of his body designated for things like faith and dogma, which until fairly recently had been pretty hollow. Whatever organ or muscle occupies that space now has got him staring at the sky a lot lately. Not as much as one of those ascetic shamans of legend – people who glared at the sun till their vision burned away or spent nights on their backs in the steppe grass, scrying the stars for divine messages – but certainly more frequently and more thoughtfully than he ever has before.

One clear night last week Ed had even sought out the north star to make a vow to the Weaver Maid as she teased the threads of fate with her clever fingers. He had felt a little silly, until he remembered that it was his grandmother who first told him the Maid’s tale of longing for her beloved herdsman until their annual reunion in the eastern sky. Ed went to bed that night tugging on a thread of his own, long and unbroken, stretching back to whoever it was that told his grandmother the story, and whoever told that person, and whoever before that.

I'm still here, you're still here, and we're still keeping these characters and their story alive, even with our weirdest and least canonical AUs. No emotionally bankrupt executive can take this from us, or from the characters we've come to love.

ps since I think (?) Fanfic Friday is actually supposed to be about making recommendations, can I suggest that if you're feeling tender about all this, you might try some fics to help you find some comfort or catharsis or things to ponder? Or possibly just something that's incredibly, blood-glucose-skyrocketingly sweet?

[myxunivoice]

BLOG #004 CVAP JOURNEY

Wow! Down to my last blog about my CVAP experience. What a journey it has been.

First of all, I would like to write this last blog in Taglish. So please, bare with me.

In the past 4 weeks, I have been struggling to meet deadlines and schedules, and hindi siya naging madali. Pinagsasabay-sabay namin ang lahat with all our might dahil gusto namin maka graduate nang kumpleto.

Kwentuhan ko muna kayo ng naging last session. CVAP is really something, ano? After meeting all the trainers, masasabi ko lang na Grabe, kaya naman pala maganda at its a privilege ang makasali sa CVAP dahil all the trainers and mentors are all magagaling at intellegent. They are all dedicated and passionate on their work. Naalala ko kung gaano ka-insightful ang session ni Miss Lyn dahil forever kong maalala ang specific part ng session niya na Green Flag at Red Flag. Totoo lang naman na hindi lang sa relationships may gano'n, sa clients and different industry din. Napaka helpful noong session na iyon for me dahil hindi ko lang iyon magagamit for potential clients but, for my future employers. Ang galing na sa CVAP pa talaga ako makakapulot ng learnings about it. Lagi ko ngang sinasabi, CVAP is not just about voice acting insights but wisdom and life in general. And kasama iyan sa pinakamamimiss ko sa sessions.

Session 4 is about creating reels and preparation for our future endeavors. Time flies really. I remember the first week when it was all about voice acting ins and outs. And now, we are about to reach the end.

CVAP will always have a special place in my heart. There are no perfect words to describe how grateful I am for our trainers and mentors. And also most importantly, to Sir Choy and Miss Donnah. <33

Voice out for now,

Kaye, Myx Univoice.

[thenightmareauthor]

High, Proud, and True (An Ode to Old Glory)

In the little town I grew up, there's a flag I've seen

It's one we all have flown, high, proud, and true

So I know for sure you've seen it too.

It's the Star-Spangled Banner that I mean

Or Old Glory, or just the old red, white, and blue

She has many names, that old girl

I've heard them all, I'm sure you have too

She's a little old, maybe a little worn out

But every day across this great land

She flies high, proud, and true.

And she's a little ragged too, of that I've no doubt

For she's seen a lot, since 1776

And she got her first name, thanks to Mr. Key,

When he saw her flying torn and burnt on that old fort

And she's been flown high ever since,

From that harsh southern state wind

To the trenches of France

And to the island of Iwo Jima too

And still today by many, high, proud, and true.

She's a symbol of freedom, in this great nation of ours

She's a symbol of hope, for those who's days have turned darkest

And a symbol of pride, of this I still see

As She's flown by many of our military,

Whether they are serving now or no longer do

And the families of the fallen fly her, high, proud, and true.

She has many names, and is flown by many more

She's seen so much since she was born

And she'll see a whole lot more, of this I am sure

The old red, white, and blue will always fly

Because deep down inside, we all know one thing

It's a truth we all cannot deny

Wherever that old flag flies, we're proud to see it

It unites this nation, though we don't always feel it

And when my day comes, and it's time to go home

I know forever She will fly high, proud, and true.

[nuked126]

Chapter 5 - Cliver vs Warhog!

Android 11 is flying across the skies of North City. people are amazed and bewildered, as they can’t identify what is flying in the air. Exiting out of North City, she suddenly senses two strange feelings far away. “Those must be the Dragon Balls” they think, and takes a sharp turn towards the Dragon Balls.

Meanwhile, our heroes are sitting on the edge of the city, sharing beef jerky, a bit bored. When suddenly, they hear a rumbling across the ground. They see this caravan of raiders, red flags with a black hog raised on their. In the center of the formation, a big humanoid black hog stands with his arms crossed. “There’s 8 of them, can we really take them?” Maze asks worriedly. “Don’t worry, I got this.” says Pon. The Trucks park near the adventurers. “So I take it you’re responsible for my men not coming back  with my cut.” The big hog speaks, angrily. “That’s right, I’m King Pon, and this city belongs to me now.” Pon speaks in a more cruel voice than usual. He flies upward and he throws flames at the soldier’s feet. “Whoever that doesn’t feel like being my meal is free to leave,” Pon Snarks while the men look at him in fear. “What is that thing?!” One of them shouts. “That can’t be from earth!” They shout. Warhog takes a drink from his waterskin and pulls out a lighter. “Hoho, Those are impressive fireworks. But your silly tricks don’t impress me.” he places the lighter in front of him, and then exhales flames towards Pon. Pon shields himself as he’s engulfed in flames. He lowers himself to the ground. “Quite impressive, however I do not see you as a threat. Let’s make a fair deal: fight my strongest warrior, and if he loses, we leave this town forever.” 

“I can take anyone you send my way!” Warhog shouts. “Cliver, you should go.” Pon says. Cliver nods and unsheathes his weapon. “What? You think I can’t handle it?” Maze says upset. “Cliver is more intimidating and has more fighting experience than you. Maybe next time.” Pon says as Maze pouts. Warhog and Cliver prepare their position. Warhog begins to deliver a flurry of blows with his greataxe, which are blocked by Cliver swords. The battle seems to be pretty equal, but Cliver has a better technique. He sees that the hog’s legs are pretty unprotected, so he takes a sweep at them and makes him fall off. Cliver gets overconfident and tries to deliver the finishing blow, but warhog spits at Cliver’s eyes. He backs up rubbing his eyes. Warhog jumps back up laughing. He takes the advantage and begins a series of retaliatory strikes, with Cliver barely hanging on.

Meanwhile, Android 11 is flying through a plateaus. They land on one of them where a massive nest is. She enters the nest and sees a Dragon Ball among the eggs, she grabs it and eats it.  Then suddenly, a quetzalcoatlus appears behind the Android, it screeches as it feels threatened by the predator standing before it. Android 11 jumps to the height of the dinosaur’s head and hits it with a double axe handle punch, knocking the creature to the ground. Then she gets upset and turns one of the eggs into an Easter egg and eats it and leaves for the next dragon ball it senses.

Warhog keeps pummeling Cliver into submission, one of his blows connects with Cliver, but he barely manages to shield it. “Getting tired are you? Are you really the strongest they have? HoHo! What a joke!” he says as he makes a sweeping attack with his Greataxe. “I’ll split you in half!” Warhog shouts victoriously. However, Cliver quickly jumps above warhog. “Scholar’s strike!” he shouts, slashing him on his back with his sword on the way down. Warhog wails in pain from the hit. “I’ll kill you!” Warhog shouts as he turns around With a backslash. Cliver easily parries the move, leaving him defenseless against the riposte, which stabs him through his chest. Cliver emerges victorious as he sheathes his sword. The others run away as the villagers come to celebrate our heroes. “Thank you!” The mob tells our heroes. They are about to celebrate, when suddenly, they see something strange soaring through the sky. It’s Android 11!

The group looks at Android 11 confused. Android 11 focuses on Maze’s backpack. She extends her arms to grab the backpack and rips it in half, dropping the things inside it. “Hey! What’s wrong with you?!” Maze exclaims. She sees the Dragonball on the ground, grabs it, eats it, then begins to fly away. Our adventurers are dumbfounded. “What just happened?” Maze shouts. “They took the Dragon Ball!” Pon says. “Pon, go after her, We’ll catch up with you on foot.” Cliver tells Pon. He nods and flies away to catch Android 11.

The Dragon Ball has been stolen by a new enemy for our heroes! Will they be able to recover it from such a strong foe?

Next Chapter

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[pianocat939]

Am not sure if you're taking request or write for kingdom but if so

Dark Cacao x dragon!reader?Possibly The reader working with Dark Enchantress trying to take down the kingdom like in chapter 13-14? Then getting captured after getting caught by one of the warriors? The rest is up to you

Could I possibly go by 🕯️?

I might not have declared this enough but yes, I do take Kingdom requests.

Welcome to the forever cursed blog 🕯anon.

The canon story might change a little bit but not too much. MC is allies with D. Enchantress cookie but they’re not a part of the villains. (I wasn’t sure if this was supposed to be a Yandere, but if not then I’ll rewrite it) Btw, MC’s font is red this time.

Tw: Kidnapping (kinda), Betrayal, violence, mentions of blood (jam), MC cries a bit, There’s a reference to DILF but not in story (don’t judge me ok)

(I went off from the request sorry.)

Broken Walls

• “Y/n Dragon, do you swear to protect the Dark Cacao Kingdom and its descendants with every breath and claw?” The king spoke, his thick Hanbok flutters in the wind, like a flag on a battlefield.

(한복, aka Hanbok is traditional Korean clothing btw)

• A cookie dragon stands before him, their eyes stinging from the snow and wind. “I swear to protect your kingdom and its descendants, my King; in return, I require respect and acceptance from your subjects, and yourself.”

• The Licorice Sea’s waves crashes against the walls, trying to erode the cocoa blocks.

• It was an unusually cold and bitter day, even for the Dark Cacao Kingdom; this day however, was the establishment of the alliance between the Dark Cacao Kingdom and Y/n Dragon.

• “Then I, Dark Cacao Cookie, will bring respect and acceptance to your table. For our reunion!” He bows, showing great respect and honor.

• “For our reunion!” Y/n Dragon does the same, bowing in a sharp angle.

• What a rigid but serene day it was, if only the rebellion hadn’t occurred.

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• “Get out of our kingdom! Get out of our kingdom!” A group of Cacao cookies chant, holding up Pujok(s) with ‘Protection’ written upon them.

(부적, Pujok is a blessing paper/amulet)

• The cookies are trying to get the Dragon out of their Kingdom, despite what Dark Cacao cookie swore to do.

• Y/n Dragon lay in their home, trying to keep the protestants from tearing into the paper screens.

• They feel betrayed and angered. Did Dark Cacao forget what they agreed on?! What was even the purpose of the alliance when the other couldn’t fulfill the promise?

• Having enough with the mistreatment, the saddened dragon went to the back door. As soon as they step outside, the cold surrounds their entire being. The air was crisp, invading their body in a soothing way.

• With the abundant of space, Y/n Dragon turns into their Dragon form and flies away.

• As they fly, the snow falling down makes it difficult to see; a punishment for being in the eternal winter-land.

• When the cookies see that the dragon hears their wishes, they cheer. Finally, that wretched dragon was gone from their homeland!

• “Move out my way my subjects!” Their kings yells, trying to slice through the crowd. He enters the newly abandoned home, and kneels in defeat.

• He was a failure, a disappointment, for his friend, ally, and the one he loved most.

• “I will bring you back, Y/n Dragon; I will never let any of the my subjects treat you in such horrendous ways ever again.”

• He then motions his soldiers over, standing up once more. “I want all of their things transported to the Citadel, make sure they’re handled with extreme caution. One rip, and I will bring retribution.”

• As the soldiers go to work, he appears in front of the crowd’s eyes again. “My subjects…You have disappointed me, and now, you will be punished. You have broken our laws and alliance, so you shall be guilty of your actions.”

• The crowd panics, then try to desperately apologize to Dark Cacao, but he pays them no mind.

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• “While we are infiltrating the Citadel, you will be attacking the towers from above, correct?” Pomegranate questions, confirming the plan.

• “Yes, there may be watchers and soldiers flooding the walls so be wary of them.” The dragon responds, looking at the Kingdom below.

• “Don’t worry, with Dark Choco by our side we shall have no complications.” She motions over to Dark Choco, who stands with an indescribable expression.

• “Defeat your father once and for all, Dark Choco. For me, and the Soul Jam.” The dragon then takes off, on their way to attack.

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• “My king, won’t you eat some of these delicious rainbow jellies? Their quite tasteful you know.” An attendant suggests, holding the desserts in an appetizing manner.

• “Later, I have something to attend to.” He ignores their concern and shuts himself in his personal chamber.

• He goes over to a shrine placed near his Yo. On one of the shelves of the shrine is a portrait. A portrait of Y/n Dragon.

(요, Yo is a traditional sleeping mat)

• He lights up an incense stick and sticks it in the ash pot. He silently prays, then proceeds to mutter, “My adored one, please come back to me.”

• “Your majesty! The walls are being attacked by monsters and- and Y/n Dragon!” The servant from before calls, hidden by the paper screens.

• Dark Cacao’s eyes flung wide open, in shock of the return. “Prepare for battle! Tell them that I will deal with the dragon personally!”

• He’ll finally have them back.

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• The towers crumble from Y/n Dragon’s flames. The watchers were no use against the beast.

• The attacker then places their claws upon the wall, slightly crumbling it. “Dark Cacao Kingdom! Your doom has arisen! For your betrayal to me will beat down the walls and flood you with the Licorice Sea!”

• “Y/n Dragon! Please, our people have realized our mistakes! We know we have done wrong! But please, spare our kingdom!” A senior watcher yells, kneeling down and clasping their hands together in defeat.

• “Your time is over! There is no room for pleading!” More towers crumble, falling down into the abyss below.

• In the distance, a sword shines purple. Right in the direction of the Dragon’s back.

• “Blame it on yourselves and your king for the rest of this falling kingdom!” They roar once more, unaware of the cookie ambushing them from behind.

• The grape jam sword slashes into the dragon’s back, spilling red jam all over the snow and cacao bricks. The searing pain makes the dragon cry, falling off into the Licorice Sea.

• Due to their growing weakness, Y/n Dragon turns into their cookie from, floating on the shallow side of the sea.

• Had they lost…Already?

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• In the King’s chambers, a small fire is lit, covered by a frame to stop it from spreading. It was warm, but in the corners of the room it was still bitter cold. Near the fire sat a couple—Dark Cacao and Y/n Dragon.

• Dark Cacao sits on a cushion crossed-legged. On his lap was Y/n Dragon, sleeping while they lean on his junction between the neck and shoulder. The two are coveted by a thick blanket, ensuring that the cold wouldn’t pierce their bodies.

• A few moments later, Y/n Dragon slowly wakes up, unaware of their current environment. They start to look around, trying to take-in where they are.

• “You’re awake. Good, I was worrying if you were going to end up well.” Dark Cacao confesses, holding their body tighter to his. Y/n Dragon realizes who the cookie was and starts to struggle.

• “Let me go! I don’t want to be in the Kingdom that betrayed me! Especially with you!” As they try to break free, a sharp pain from their backside stops them.

• The King’s expression darkens, “Don’t move, the injury on your back is still fresh.” He carefully nuzzles against the crown of their head, his best attempt at showing affection.

• “Let me go. Please, I don’t want to be hated again.” Y/n Dragon bats his face away, but fails from their weariness.

• Dark Cacao hesitantly pecks their hair, remorse consuming his heart. “I know that my subjects disrespected you. It was my fault, but I won’t let it happen again. This time, I’ll keep you right by my side.” Y/n Dragon silently sheds a tear.

• “I don’t know anymore. I trusted you with my entire being, but a year before I left they- they-” Y/n Dragon couldn’t finish their sentence and looks down in tears. “Started to mistreat me.”

• “I know, I know. No need to dwell on those cruel people. I’ve rightfully punished them.” He lifts a nearby cup full with steaming tea. “Drink this and go back to sleep. We have a grand ceremony to go through tomorrow.” Y/n Dragon obediently accepts the tea, the liquid supplying them with warmth.

• “What do you mean by grand ceremony?” Dark Cacao slightly smiles, staring into the bright flame.

• “I told you I would keep you by my side. To do that, we are going to wed.” The dragon’s tail springs up in surprise.

• “W-what? That’s so sudden!” He rubs their shoulder to relax them, his hair brushes against their hands while doing so.

• “I know it is. I would have courted you first, but considering the state of the Kingdom and the lack of time, this is the only option.”

• If only they had broken those walls, then maybe they wouldn’t have been here.

(I’m sorry for this lazy edit lmaooo)

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This is a really good work in my opinion. It just flows so well.

Writing this was extremely enjoyable. Anything from the Dark Cacao Kingdom is easy to write for me because I live in a place where it’s winter for 9 months. I easily understand the environment so I really love writing for it.

Nice DILF content.

- Celina

[shiningdesignersreflections]

Chapter 2: Horn of Winter

Narrated by Loen.

Narrator: Six months ago. Westburg Railway Station.

Narrator: “Victory to Apple Federation! May the Independence Corps return in triumph!”

Narrator: In front of the railway station hangs a colorful banner.

Narrator: People gather on the platform and wave flags at the departing train.

Narrator: My father puts on a windproof hat for me, and there’s a hint of sorrow in his eyes.

Narrator: I try to stand upright and solemnly salute my father.

Father: Try to get along well with everyone when you are at Uncle White’s.

Loen: Um, I will.

Father: Although you are still young, and not a real soldier, you should know the country and its people may need you at any time.

Loen: Then how do I know when? Will you write me letters?

Narrator: The train whistle blowing, my father looks at the energetic young people on the platform with a stern face.

Father: You’ll know when.

Reddish: Boo-hoo!! I want big sister! Hoo...

Uncle White: All right, don’t you wanna be a heroine like big sister? A heroine doesn’t shed tears.

Reddish: I don’t care! I want big sister!!! Boo-hoo!!

Narrator: Snownight looking back somewhat helplessly at her sister when she hears her sky-shattering cries.

Narrator: She walks over, with a bright smile and high spirit.

Snownight: Don’t cry, Loen will laugh at you. How do you like my uniform?

Reddish: Boo-hoo, sister!! It’s great... but I don’t want you to go! Boo-hoo!

Snownight: Oh, if you are still so whiny, Brother Loen will call you Cry Baby and there will be no such pretty clothes.

Reddish: Well.. Boo.. Hoo... Big Sister, you have to come back early.

Snownight: Of course! I will come back with the news of the victory!

Uncle White: Snownight... For the last time, are you really going? Girls don’t have to...

Snownight: Mister, I have what it takes to fight the enemy. I would like to obey the summons of the motherland.

Snownight: Victory to Apple Federation!

Everyone: Victory to Apple Federation!

Narrator: The uniform slogan echoes throughout the grassland.

Narrator: I remember when the train starts, Snownight pops her head out of the window, waving her hat at us.

Narrator: Her smile is so bright, and her long hair flies in the wind.

Choose either “Can she not come back?” or “Is Uncle White doing okay?”

If “come back,” ...

You: So... she really won’t come back?

Narrator: Yes... Snownight will forever stay on the battlefield.

If “doing okay,” ...

You: Is Uncle White okay?

Narrator: Uncle White... yes, I must find him quickly!

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Narrator: I pull myself together, tucking the letter into my chest and jumping out of the top.

Loen: Uncle White!

Narrator: Uncle White cries heavily in the crowd.

Loen: Uncle White, are you okay? I...

Narrator: Uncle White looks up at me blankly for a while.

Uncle White: Ah, it’s Loen...

Narrator: He suddenly falls onto his knees in front of me, tearful.

Uncle White: I’m begging you to write to the general to retreat! We call it quits, okay?...

Uncle White: Just don’t send our children to hell already!...

Narrator: He clutches the only relic of Snownight in his hand: a pistol. Only the last bullet is left.

Narrator: His hair is already gray.

Loen: Please... calm down.

Narrator: I walk Uncle White to the bench in the square.

Narrator: I have a lot of words in my throat, but I don’t know what to say.

Narrator: The people passing by are attracted by Uncle White’s cries.

Old Lady: Mr. White... I’m sorry for your loss. Is the retreat gonna happen that you were talking about?

Woman Passerby: Is there gonna be a retreat?

Narrator: Uncle White and I are gradually surrounded by a crowd.

Herder: That’s silly. If we give up now, those sacrifices are in vain!

Woman Passerby: But, if the army keeps losing, the enemy will bull their way beyond Stone City. Where else can we go then?

Old Lady: The longer the battle drags on, the more people will die...

Woman Passerby: So what, surrender?

Old Lady: Had we known it better, why would we have fought in the war?! Sigh...

Girl Selling Fruit: If we surrender, there will be no Apple Federation, will there?

Girl Selling Fruit: Brother Loen, what are we gonna do?

Narrator: Everyone looks at me, as if the general’s son can see the end of the war.

Narrator: I touch the little girl’s head and couldn’t say a word.

Loen: I...

Woman Passerby: Loen is but a child, after all; he cannot decide anything. Don’t put him in a quandary.

Herder: Anyway, I don’t think we should give up! If we are defeated, those Pigeon bastards won’t let us off easy!

Herder: Do you want your children to kneel down and polish their shoes in the future?!

Passerby: Don’t go to the battlefield. It doesn’t matter to be a slave. It’s better than anything to have no war.

Herder: You! Coward!

Passerby: ...Yes, I’m a coward. It’s better to be a coward than to die.

Narrator: The herders are outraged. While a little girl seems to have found something.

Little Girl: ...Are you... Josen?

Passerby: No, no, you must be mistaken.

Herder: Josen? Yes, you’re Josen! Didn’t you join the army? Why are you here?!

Passerby: No, it’s not me...

Passerby: ...Don’t force me. No one told me the war was gonna be like that!

Narrator: The passerby nervously tightens his coat and hurries away from the crowd.

Herder: Hey! Stop!

Old Lady: There. Forget it... Just let him see his mother...

Narrator: The cold wind sweeps the square, and everyone is quiet for a moment.

Narrator: People, without their desired answers, leave in silence.

Narrator: I think of that stern look of my father at those warriors.

Narrator: What’s my father thinking when he went to the battlefield with those young warriors?

Narrator: Did he know the answers to these questions?

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