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[natsaffection]

Kingdom of Secrets | Prologue | N. Romanoff

Knight!Natasha x younger!princess!Reader

MINOR DNI!! (18+!)

warnings: age gap (Natasha is 16 when she comes to the palace and the reader is 4 years old. At the end of this chapter Natasha is 33 and reader 21) fingering, begging, crying

word count: 4,5k

A/n: welcome to the prologue of Kingdom of Secrets! (Yes the title has a meaning) This is just the opening chapter. So it's not the first real part. It cost me already tears because I wanted it to come across the way people spoke back in the Middle Ages..so please give feedback!🫂

In the heart of the great kingdom of Celestria, where emerald fields stretch as far as the eye can see and spires kiss the sky, there was great anticipation in the royal court. King Alistair and Queen Seraphina Dawn, the beloved rulers of the realm, had long yearned for an heir to carry on the legacy of their noble lineage. The palace echoed with the whispers of courtiers as news spread of a momentous event.

Queen Seraphina was expecting a child.

Months passed, each one accompanied by prayers and whispered hopes echoing through the halls of the palace. The kingdom collectively held its breath, waiting for the joyous news that would bring new life to the royal family. The gardens adorned with blooming flowers bore witness to the ebb and flow of the seasons, reflecting the anticipation within the palace walls.

And then, as the golden colors of autumn tinged the landscape, the long-awaited moment arrived. Like a melody of hope, the announcement resounded through the kingdom and spread from town to town. Queen Seraphina had given birth to a daughter, a shining beacon of joy in the embrace of her parents' love.

The kingdom erupted in jubilation. Banners swayed in the fresh breeze, their colors dancing to the rhythm of the joy that flowed through the streets. The citizens rushed to the gates of the palace in their finest clothes to join in the royal rejoicing. The sweet scent of flowers was in the air and the distant sounds of musicians tuning their instruments heralded the great celebrations to come.

Inside the palace, the little princess lay in her mother's arms, wrapped in a tapestry of delicate silk. Queen Seraphina's eyes, glistening with tears of happiness, met King Alistair's gaze, a silent exchange that spoke volumes about the unspoken journey they had traveled to reach this blessed moment.

As the sun sank below the horizon, the palace gates opened to welcome the many well-wishers. The Great Hall, decorated with golden tapestries and crystal chandeliers, shone in the light of a thousand candles. Laughter and chatter filled the air as nobles, commoners and dignitaries alike joined in the celebration.

In the midst of this splendor, the little princess lay in her crib, surrounded by a symphony of admiration. Her tiny fingers, like rose petals, grasped at the air as if reaching for the love that surrounded her. The flickering candlelight painted her delicate features and cast a warm, ethereal glow on her.

Y/n, as she would later be called, became the beacon of hope that united the kingdom. Her laughter echoed through the palace like silver bells, eliciting smiles from all who basked in her innocent radiance. The court musicians, attuned to the heartbeat of the celebration, played melodies that blended with the collective heartbeat of the kingdom, a harmonious testament to the unity created by the birth of the princess.

Over the years, the princess's birthdays became a cherished tradition. The kingdom celebrated with greater fervor each year, turning the anniversary of her birth into a grand spectacle. The gardens, where once the whispers of anticipation could be heard, now bloomed in vibrant colors that reflected the princess's exuberant spirit.On her birthdays, the people of Celestria gathered to honor their beloved princess. The streets were lined with stalls selling sweet treats and enchanting trinkets. Musicians played lilting melodies and performers brought fairy tales to life through dance and theater. But amidst the splendor, it was Y/n herself who was in the spotlight.

Her laughter, the elixir that had breathed life into the kingdom years ago, echoed through the air. The joy that emanated from her was infectious and transformed the celebration into a mosaic of smiles and shared happiness. Y/n had become the living embodiment of the kingdom's dreams with her sparkling eyes and a heart full of kindness.

As Y/n grew, so did the kingdom around her. The once silent halls of the palace echoed with the footsteps of a vibrant princess whose spirit danced like the sunlight that fell through the leaves. She became a symbol of hope, bridging the realms of royalty and commonality - a beacon of unity for a kingdom that had waited with bated breath for her arrival.

And so, under the golden skies of Celestria, the royal court and citizens celebrated the birth of their princess, whose laughter echoed throughout the kingdom, mingling with the melodies of joy that had marked her grand entrance into the world.

But a shadowy group lurked in the hidden corridors beneath the splendor of the kingdom. Unseen and unheard, this gang shrouded in mystery plotted insidiously to infiltrate the royal house.

In the dimly lit chamber adorned with ancient symbols, the agents of the group - Shadows of Darkness - received a chilling instruction. The leaders, shrouded in the cloak of shadows, readjusted their strategy. Princess Y/n, an unforeseen variable, demanded an adjustment to their malevolent plans.

As Y/n's laughter rang through the palace, the group's secret game unfolded on an invisible chessboard. The birth of the princess upset their carefully laid plans and brought an element of unpredictability into play. Beneath the surface of the festivities, a calculated dance played out, where joyful echoes collided with the malice lurking in the shadows. Citizens and royalty revelled in blissful ignorance, unaware of the ominous threat lurking in the hidden corners of the palace. A dangerous dance began. One in which the laughter of a princess served as an eerie soundtrack to a covert operation that would reshape Celestria's destiny.

As daylight bathed the kingdom in golden hues, the shadowy group moved in secrecy. Their ominous influence extended to unsuspecting future queens. The dark puppet, manipulated by unseen hands, infiltrated the royal court and left a menacing presence.

The king, who had followers in every country, became aware of the terrifying power. Fearing for his family and the future of his country, he had his troops strengthened and also looked for a guardian for his daughter. So he spread the word throughout the country that a tournament was to be held in the late evening and that the bravest and strongest fighters were to take part.The anticipation of the great tournament was in the air that day. The king, seeking the perfect protector for his most precious treasure, gathered warriors from faraway lands. Men vying for the honor of protecting the jewel of the realm presented themselves in the arena.

The tournament, a spectacle of skill and courage, began with the clash of swords and the thundering hooves of warhorses. Knights from all corners of the realm showcased their skills, a dance of blades played out under the watchful eyes of the royal court.

As the dust settled and countless fighters succumbed to the skill of their opponents, there was a quiet tension among the spectators. The king, seated on his magnificent throne, surveyed the remaining warriors, his keen eyes searching for the one who would serve as a shield against the impending danger to the princess. Then, amidst the remaining fighters, a lone, young figure emerged, clad in armor that seemed to absorb the essence of the shadows. The air fell silent as this knight stepped forward, exuding an aura of fear and admiration. A murmur went through the audience, a collective acknowledgement that a formidable force had entered the arena.

The king, mesmerized and wary, leaned forward in his throne, a silent question etched on his regal countenance. "Tell me, what is a child doing on the field?" he asked his 1st in command. He bowed to his king, "Forgive me, my majesty, but you emphasized that the gates were open to anyone carrying a sword." The king forced the moment back into his mind and now looked further down, at the person.

At that very moment, the mysterious knight removed the helmet, revealing a cascade of fiery red hair framing a face marked by the scars of countless battles. Her piercing gaze, a mixture of steel and determination, met the king's eyes with an unwavering intensity. A murmur went through the hall as the realization set in. "Lady, Natalia Alianovna Romanoff," someone breathed, the name inspiring both awe and fear. As the first young woman to be knighted, Natasha was widely known, and her accomplishments on the battlefield were whispered about in saintly tones. The king, who also learned of her presence, widened his eyes.

As she approached the king, Natasha dropped to one knee, a sign of respect and submission. Her armor bore the marks of countless victories, and the sword at her side was a testament to her skill as a warrior.

"Your Majesty," Natasha's voice, a symphony of authority and humility, echoed through the arena. "I am Natalia Alianovna Romanoff, sworn to protect those deemed worthy of the Empire's protection. I offer my skills and loyalty to defend your princess, the jewel of Celestria." The king, observing the steely determination in Natasha's eyes, pondered her words. Isn't she too young to be a knight? Presently good..She could form a bond with Y/n. He thought.

The court remained in a collective breathless pause, awaiting the monarch's decision. After a moment's thought, the king nodded, a gesture that echoed through the arena like a decree.

"Lady Natasha Romanoff, rise. You have proven that you are an excellent Fighter. May the realm be witness to your service as my daughter's protector."

The crowd erupted in a mixture of cheers and whispers in appreciation of the gravity of the moment. Natasha rose from her knees and hid her features behind her helmet again. With measured steps, she returned to the ranks of the assembled knights, her presence leaving an indelible impression on the tournament and setting the stage for a new chapter in the kingdom's saga. Since then, the unique bond between the young princess and the fearless knight began to grow. Y/n, a little bundle of joyful energy, zoomed through the flowerbeds. "Tasha, look, I can fly!" she cried, spreading her tiny arms. Natasha, with a smile on her lips, leaned down. "Really? Show me, little whirlwind." And chase her through the field.

"Tasha, why are you so strong?" asked Y/n three years later, while they were playing in the halls. Natasha, with a mischievous smile, replied, "Strength comes not only from muscles, but also from courage and determination, my Princess."

The royal parents, from their thrones, watched the scene with warm smiles. "Look how Natasha is teaching our daughter," said the queen. The king nodded proudly. "A bond strengthened not only by duty, but also by the heart..I could not have chosen anyone better."

In the shelter of the pavilion, Y/n and Natasha talked about the years of shared experiences. "Promise me, Natasha, that you will always be by my side," Natasha, serious yet tender, replied, "As long as I breathe, I will watch over you, Princess."

Over the years, not only did Y/n grow up, but so did the love between her and Natasha. Adventures together, laughter and tears formed a bond that blurred the boundaries between princess and protector.

At the age of 20, Y/n found herself in the midst of an inner turmoil. The years had passed since Natasha had taken up residence as her protector, and a subtle change was creeping into the princess's mind.

In the quiet moments when the sun slowly disappeared behind the palace walls, Y/n discovered a growing urge to seek Natasha's closeness. Every look from the knightess, every gentle touch, seemed to break through an invisible barrier within Y/n.

The glances Natasha cast across the ballroom as they shared in royal festivities carried a deeper meaning. Y/n recognized the warmth in Natasha's eyes, which came not only from her proximity to the king, but betrayed something more intimate. Uncertainty gnawed at Y/n as she thought about these growing feelings. Society, royal expectations, all created a veil that kept her growing affection for Natasha hidden.

The Royal Mother observed the subtle changes in Y/n's behavior, but the secret remained hidden between the lines. Y/n felt her heart beat faster when she faced Natasha, and the soft sighs that escaped her were carried on the winds of fate.

One day, Natasha, bathed in sweat from the rigorous training session, gracefully moved through the courtyard, effortlessly wrestling each knight that dared to cross her path to the ground. As Y/n strolled through the palace, she unexpectedly caught sight of Natasha in action, sans her usual formidable armor.

Mesmerized by the raw power and agility on display, Yn found it challenging to look away. Natasha's every move seemed like a choreographed dance of strength and finesse. It was the first time Y/n had seen her like this, vulnerable yet invincible

Natasha, engrossed in her sparring session, sensed Y/n's eyes on her. Mid-wrestle with one of the knights, she subtly shifted her gaze to meet Y/n's, exhaling almost imperceptibly. In that brief connection, Natasha's intense focus softened, and a ghost of a smile played on her lips, as if she had caught Y/n in the act.

Y/n, startled by Natasha's awareness, quickly averted her gaze, pretending to be absorbed in the palace architecture. The blush on her cheeks, however, betrayed her attempt to conceal the intrigue Natasha's athleticism had sparked.

She continued her training, each movement deliberate and powerful. Y/n, despite her efforts to remain discreet, stole occasional glances, hoping Natasha wouldn't notice..

When a maid approached, unaware of the silent exchange, Y/n stammered, "I-I was just, you know, walking around," as she tried to divert attention from the fact that Natasha had momentarily captured her focus. Natasha, still engaged in her training, shot Y/n a knowing look, her eyes betraying a hint of amusement, silently acknowledging the unspoken connection while respecting Y/n's attempt to keep her feelings concealed.

Several hours passed, and Y/n immersed herself in the demands of royal duties. As she diligently attended to matters within the palace, she couldn't shake the memory of Natasha's training session. Much to her surprise, as she returned to the main hall, there was Natasha, seamlessly transitioning from warrior to protector, resuming her role by Y/n's side.

Their eyes met once again, and this time Natasha's expression spoke volumes. A playful glint in her eyes suggested a shared secret, referencing the earlier stolen glances. Y/n couldn't help but smile in response, a subtle acknowledgment of the connection they had formed.

Weeks later when the moon towered over Celestria, Y/n dared a tentative look into Natasha's eyes. It was as if the universe melded their souls together, and in that moment, Y/n knew it was more than mere reverence for the brave knight. The realization that her heart was following a path of love was like the blossoming of a delicate flower within her. But the world she lived in demanded secrecy - a love that blossomed in the shadow of royal duties.

Another year passed and Y/n's duties to the throne drew ever closer. Her parents now saw her as an adult woman who would later rule the people. However, this could not be done alone and the time had come to find a suitable mate. So they embarked on various journeys to neighboring countries to consider their princes and princesses. A point Y/n is proud to show. With all the fuss she secretly has about Natasha, her eyes opened to another part.

It was a sunny day when the royal family were visiting another kingdom. The family was welcomed with joy. But the festive atmosphere was pervaded by an underlying tension. As Y/n strode through the hall in royal garb, she was swarmed by the polite remarks and advances of the foreign prince. The looks he gave her were full of obvious interest, and the smile on his lips betrayed intentions that went beyond polite courtesies.

Natasha, standing in her imposing armor alongside the royal family, felt a flame of jealousy flare up inside her. Every passionate look, every touched hand, felt like a stab in her chest. In a quiet moment, when the prince engaged Y/n in a private conversation, Natasha could hardly bear the sight. Her hands clenched into fists as she inwardly fought back the burning sting of jealousy.

Finally, the festive gathering broke up and the royal family returned to their chambers. The opulent chambers of Y/n awoke to the pale glow of candles as the evening shrouded the royal estate in an atmosphere of twilight. The prince, wearing a polite facade, had made his intentions clear. But Natasha sensed the unease in the air. When the prince attempted to cross the boundaries of politeness and seek out Y/n in her chambers, Natasha turned cold as ice. Her eyes, normally as impenetrable as the darkness, bore into the young nobleman. Without a word, her gaze spoke volumes, and the prince retreated as if he had entered an invisible barrier.

When Natasha entered Y/n's chamber, the discomfort was reflected on Y/n's face. "Thank you.. I was so uncomfortable, but I didn't mean to be rude," Y/n murmured, her voice low in the intimate atmosphere. Natasha stepped closer, her touch cooler than the night breeze blowing through the open window. "My princess, you never have to compromise for politeness."

In a calculated move that blurred the line between protector and seductress, Natasha lifted Y/n's hand and stroked her fingertips over the delicate skin. "Don't let anyone enter your world if you don't want them to. You deserve respect and so much more."

The darkness of the room seemed to tighten around the two of them as Natasha continued, intensifying her own touch. "And maybe, there is someone..who is willing to go deeper than politeness allows."

The words echoed between the walls as the coolness of the night turned into a dance of desire. Y/n sensed the play of shadows as Natasha, took on the role of seductress. A passionate revelation that in the twilight of her chambers revealed a connection that transcended the duties of the royal hall.

The room lost its dimensions in darkness as Natasha and Y/n were caught in a mesmerizing dance of tension. Y/n's heartbeat quickened as Natasha's words sounded like a breath in the night, a promise that implied more than it stated. "Natasha, I don't know what you mean..." whispered Y/n, her voice caught between curiosity and an underlying desire that lingered in the air. Natasha stepped closer, her gaze like the dark veil of night that hid everything and yet revealed everything. "I speak of desire that goes deeper than any protocol that exists within the walls of a palace."

The atmosphere thickened as Natasha began to loosen Y/n's royal robes with deft fingers. "You can feel it, can't you? This suppressed energy between us. It's time to explore the shadows that lurk in the corners of our connection."

Y/n's breathing quickened as the warmth of Natasha's hands touched her skin. A mixture of fear and desire flickered in her eyes as she embraced the unknown.

"N-Natasha, I... Is this right?" asked Y/n, but her reticence was swallowed up by the darkness.

Natasha replied with a cool smile that betrayed a deep, hidden passion. "Right or wrong, Y/n, does not exist in this world of shadows. There is only what you desire and what you are willing to experience." The air between them was charged as Natasha gently placed her lips on Y/n's. A passionate kiss that burned down the blurred lines between duty and desire. Still, Natasha paused for a moment and looked her princess in the eye, “I notice your looks, your breath when I sneak up on you..you’re begging when I retreat to my chambers..” Natasha pushed the princess onto the bed. The redhead had Y/n's legs wide open. Open for her to devour.

Natasha licked her lips, staring at Y/n's underwear, a hungry look in her mouth. Y/n still felt the slight urge to protest. What is she doing here? What happens if her parents find out about this? Are they allowed-

But all words of resistance melted into a moan in her mouth as Natasha opened her entrance with her tongue. She lay down in front of Y/n, lifting the princess's legs by her thighs onto her shoulders. Natasha's tongue turned her princess's moans into groans and then shouts of ecstasy. After tasting Y/n for long enough, Natasha lifted her head. Her mouth was covered in Y/n's fluid, giving her face a glow that Y/n found simply intoxicating.

"How are you feeling? Can I continue?" Natasha's eyes widened as she saw the sight of her ruler. Spread wide and with her hands clenched in the pillows, "K-Keep going please..” Natasha smiled and climbed up to Y/n to take off her dress and while she undressed Y/n, Natasha kissed Y/n and she tasted herself on her lips. Without breaking the kiss, Natasha inserted two of her fingers into Y/n. In response, the young princess let out a deep moan into Natasha's mouth as she slowly penetrated her. As Natasha alternated between driving her index and middle fingers in and out of Y/n's cavity, Y/n was disturbed by the amount of armor Natasha still had on and set about removing it.

Natasha smirked again as she realized what Y/n's plans were and sat back up, "You could have asked, my highness..." Y/n's eyes were wide as she watched Natasha remove every single piece of metal from her body. Eventually it just tinkled on the floor and Natasha stood before her in a white shirt. She wasted no more time and pounced on the young girl again.

"What do you want me to do, princess?" Natasha now asked, breathing in unison with her aroused ruler. She had already slipped a hand between Y/n's thighs and was leaning on her shorts. Y/n knew what Natasha wanted to hear. "Please.." she begged, "fuck me." Natasha watched Y/n's flushed face. It was so, so lewd. This time, however, Natasha stroked a finger over the edge of her labia and felt how far the wetness had spread.

"You really want it, don't you?" said Natasha with a hint of smugness in her voice. Y/n knew it wasn't to humiliate her, but rather to increase her sense of exposure.

Yes, I really fucking want it, Y/n wanted to say, but managed to hold back. Natasha, however, didn't miss the look on her face before she leaned in and slowly kissed Y/n again. She began to run her fingers up and down the wetness between Y/n's legs, stroking slowly and rhythmically.

Y/n held back any sound that wanted to come out of her mouth, knowing there was more to come. A touch slipped past a certain spot so briefly and lightly that Y/n's body flinched in response. Natasha had to keep her senses together, just a little longer. The stroking and kissing gradually became faster, without either of them noticing against the backdrop of their growing arousal. Natasha's fingers were touching Y/n's clit more and more frequently now, and Y/n couldn't keep up, the tension between her legs growing and her mouth remaining slightly open.

"A-A-hh..." she gasped, and her body arched back more and more. She was crying out now, twisting and turning, her clit at the center of the movement, her hands wrapped around Y/ns, her face pressed into her shoulders, her upper body arched so that her breasts and erect nipples moved against Natasha's body in the same rhythm as the caresses between her thighs. "Nat-..Natasha...!" She cried out. "I'm... ah, I'm..."

Natasha kissed her neck in response and concentrated fully on bringing Y/n to climax. She wanted to hear her princess scream, to feel her thrusting against her body in a frenzy of pleasure. She wanted Y/n to lose all inhibitions and move against her hand like a horny slut. Y/n couldn't take it anymore. Her hips and buttocks began to move against Natasha, thrusting towards her with desire, begging her not to stop. It felt so dirty to cooperate and beg so earnestly, but Y/n didn't care about any of it. Natasha moaned along with Y/n and couldn't hold back either after listening to Y/n feel this way about her.

“Cum for me.”

When Y/n heard Natasha's soft and loving voice moaning like that, she shook with pleasure. Her mind went blank. The room disappeared, the bed vanished. The world consisted only of her body, which contracted and pulsated to release all its pent-up arousal in one go. Y/n didn't know how much time had passed while she trembled and shook and moaned, even though she didn't want to. All she knew was that Natasha had been holding her the whole time and watched every single facial feature of her beloved princess.

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[zillacore]

Dethentines 2024 Day 1: "OTP after Army of the Doomstar"

“Skwisgaar is completely broken after the events of the movie. He cant do the “will they, wont they” charade anymore and needs to find out if all his feelings are reciprocated or not.

Admitting this all in private, hearing a raw, endless flow of emotions and watching Skwisgaar break down in front of him, Murderface knows exactly what the guitarist is trying to say. He’s ready to push past his fear and take the biggest risk of his life by verbalizing the word he hears intertwined throughout Skwisgaar’s confession.”

REJOICE it is complete. This is the first kiss the two share after a slow burn spanning the entire series. I put so much love into representing emotions through the colors and the purpose behind all the flowers, there’s so much to them that I am yet to depict.

Some details about the flowers:

the bleeding hearts (upper left) represent unconditional love.

red roses obviously mean passion.

pink camellia mean longing for someone.

the yellow primrose is also the sacred flower of the norse god of love, Freya, it symbolizes resurrection and being unable to live without that person.

the purple anenome are protection from evil. they appear in the love story of Venus and Adonis, some versions are grown from her tears as she cried over his body, and another version is its growth from his seeping blood. Murderface plays the role of Adonis because he doesnt realize that Venus loves him beyond the flesh, and Skwisgaar as Venus is yet to confess.

I hope you all like it, I took more time than I'd anticipated, but Skwisface is extremely special to me and I wanted to make something just as big.

MOVIE SPOILERS VERSION UNDER THE CUT ⤵️

[butchfairyzine]

“FEY: A Guide to Fairies of the Butch Variety” themes (Text version)🐸

This book will explore butch fairies, arranged into six differently themed sections. Below are descriptions of these themes, as well as a number of example concepts that might fall under them! You can choose one of the examples we’ve provided, or come up with something yourself - as long as you run it by the mods to approve!

We will be choosing five (5) artists and one (1) writer per theme - one (1) artist to illustrate the ‘title spread’, and four (4) to illustrate the ‘guides’ within. The writer will be asked to provide snippets, comments, short poems, and descriptions to intersperse with spot illustrations on the ‘guide’ pages.

🌱 Garden Fairies

Garden fairies thrive in the world’s backyards - they can be plant-themed, critter-themed, and insect-themed. Large or palm-size, they tend to their surroundings with care and good spirit, and are often brightly colored, eye-catching things. This is your ‘Seelie’ group, for a real-world folklore equivalent.

Example concepts:

A fairy taming a grasshopper steed

A petal-winged rose fairy sleeping in a flower bud

A butterfly fairy collecting nectar

🏡 House Fairies

House fairies reside in and around the home. They are usually small, hiding from humans in nooks and crannies and forgotten places - and will get stuck between the couch cushions. They come out when the coast is clear to make mischief: rearranging trinkets, pilfering snacks, turning up the corners of carpets - all heinous behavior!

Their own dwellings are not to be trifled with, however. They’re of the utmost coziness, warm and safe and full of . . . ‘collected’ goods . . .

Example concepts:

A fairy facing off against a housecat

A fairy in their little home surrounded by myriad stolen trinkets

Fairies scheming to throw something nasty in a human’s stew

🕸️ Dark Fairies

Dark fairies dwell in the domains of shadow - in fairytales with unhappy endings, in childrens’ nightmares, under the surface both figuratively and literally speaking. They rejoice in sowing discord and causing mayhem, and shun the light. These are your ‘Unseelie’ equivalents.

Example concepts:

A murderous moth fairy poised to strike

A hag-like fairy offering a bargain one can’t refuse

A gaggle of tooth fairies

👑 Courtly Fairies

Courtly fairies are those who spend most of their time between lavish palace walls, voluntarily or otherwise. Towering spires, silkspun sheets, all wreathed in swirling gold filigree - a fairy court makes itself known for miles around. Most other fairies consider them the least carefree, though every once in a while a monarch does crop up who rules the land with wild abandon, whipping all fairykind into a frenzy for a decade or fifty. 

As an aside: dark fairies enjoy courtly fairies as particular targets for their curses, twisting their beauty and opulence into ironic reflections.

Example concepts:

A cursed fairy monarch chained to their throne

A rogue fairy prince on the run

A fairy knight in beetle armor

🌆 City Fairies

City fairies have bid the splendors of the fey adieu for the neon-splashed fast lanes of a human metropolis. Usually, they try to (more or less) blend in, bask in humans’ energy, break their hearts and leave them wondering how you do that thing you do. Little city fairies exist, too, trying their best not to get crushed underfoot as they go about their busy lives!

Example concepts:

A raver fairy stealing the show in a color-soaked warehouse

A mundane-looking fairy creating otherworldly pastries with the help of some friends

A fairy guardian of some public property

🔥 Wyld Fairies

Wyld fairies are closest in essence to magic itself, to nature and those primordial forces they let flow through them: the elements. They eschew court-made laws, borders, customs, and causes, simply forging their own paths through life with little consideration of worldly issues. They are bright like fire, deep as water, free as the wind.

Example concepts:

A fairy fire dancer

A seahorse (or, ‘kelpie’) herding underwater-fairy

A fairy exploring the edge of the upper atmosphere

[rainroses45]

My Moonlight

(Neteyam x fem. reader)

☾description: You wander off into the forest and Neteyam is out looking for you….this takes place 10 years later

☾a/n: I promised fluff so here it comes

☾song inspiration: Neytiri’s song cord and melting

:･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.:

You twirled through the forest as a gentle hum played in your mind. Your hands scattered through the different plants feeling their unique textures. The simple breeze of fresh air flowed through your messy hair. A smile spread across your face as you stopped your movement and stared off into the distance. The beautiful sun began to settle down for bed, but still giving you an hour or two to rejoice in its natural glow.

“Ngati oel munge soaiane.” You sang gently as you sat slowly onto the ground, needing a little rest from the climbing and walking. Your baby bump caused you to struggle a bit, but you still managed to get comfortable. The beautiful flowers blossomed around you, heavenly disposing their scent onto your smooth skin. The forest stayed quiet as you sang it a song.

“Lie si oe atanur,” your voice carried through the forest surrounding you. The moss underneath you was so soft and laced in bright green. A soft small kick was felt on your stomach. You smiled down rubbing one hand on your bump.

“Pähem parul, tì'ongokx ahuta.” The flowers swayed towards the melody as the wind grew quiet. Your necklace rattled gently with the wisps of the breeze. The feeling of freedom and glee made you glow in the evening dew.

“Lawnol a mì te'lan,” your soft voice sang as the sun slowly began to leave you for the night. It was the moon’s time to shine.

“Lawnol a mì te'lan,” you sang the lyric once more, wood spirits flowed towards your direction like graceful dancers.

“Ngaru irayo seiyi ayoe, tonìri tìreyä,” the world around you began to glow in vibrant colors. It’s soothing pigments lured you into a sleepy trance.

“Ngaru irayo seiyi ayoe,” you were so tired and liberated from the world around you. The need to close your eyes grew stronger and stronger every passing second.

“Srrìri tìreyä, ma Eywa, ma Eywa.” You let out a yawn as you finished the song, nestling up next to a tree you allowed yourself to drift into dreamland.

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“There you are my love,” a familiar voice said as you opened your eyes to greet the special intruder. He gently placed his hand on your shoulder softly waking you back up.

“Neteyam, you nearly scared me to death,” you weakly laughed as you turn yourself to lay on your back. A yawn escaped from you as you rubbed your eyes open.

“I could say the same thing,” he commented back “I told you to not travel too far, with you being almost ready to deliver, I do not need you to be far away in pain.” His expression lightened up after seeing you and the baby were more than alright.

“I know, but I just wanted to adventure out for a bit.” You explained lifting yourself up with the help of your husband into a sitting position. “I’m just tired of being cooped up all day staring at the same wall.”

“I understand my love, but tell me when you are going to wander off so I may accompany you or send one of my siblings too.” He pushed back a strand of your hair behind your ear, admiring your beautiful features.

“I don’t need a baby sitter Neteyam.” You stated in an annoyed tone. “I am perfectly fine by myself.” You looked away from your mate, wanting to enjoy the beautiful night sky before you were sent back to your prison.

“And I didn’t say you weren’t capable sweetheart, I know fully well who I chose to spend the rest of my life with. You are a strong warrior Y/n, but-“

“There is no but, I just want to be able to have some privacy.” You responded back with tears in your eyes. The moon light shines across the sorrowful liquid.

“I understand that Y/n. I just don’t want to be told that my lover is in labor alone with no one to help her.” He argued back grabbing your hand in his, intwining your fingers in a tight hold.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized looking down at your baby bump, grabbing Neteyam’s free hand and placing it on your stomach allowing him to feel his baby’s kicks.

He looked back at you with gleaming eyes and a soft smile. You had the sweetest soul he has ever seen, he thought as he cradled your right cheek carefully. Gently bringing your faces together, your lips touched in a passionate delicate kiss. He held your face as you melted in the feeling of love.

The kiss was soft, he held you like a fragile flower who’s petals only began to bloom. Neteyam loved to lavish you with his love. You are his sweet caring mate who deserves nothing less than the world after all. He was so proud of you, so very proud of you for carrying his child.

He did everything for you, feeding every one of your cravings no matter how weird they were, massaging your sore feet as you cried out in pain over the cramps. His protectiveness over you increased once he figured out you were gifted with the blessing of having life. Oh how he loved you, you were his moonlight who paired so well with his stars.

A blush blemished your face as you parted away from the kiss. Your hands still intwined with one another.

“Nga yawne lu oer,” you whispered softly as you shifted yourself into his arms, trying to drift back into your wonderful nap.

“I love you to Y/n.”

:･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.:

a/n: if i was only this motivated to finish essays this fast…welp

[feyhunter78]

Dearer than I?

Description: You must choose between betraying your dear friend or your dearest love. Got bored during my last half hour of work, and that TikTok audio has been stuck in my head, so here's my attempt to purge it from my mind. Enjoy!!!

His hand is outstretched, patient but pleading, his eyes, dark and intense, but somehow still soft as sunlight settling on the ocean floor.

Your arms are wrapped around yourself, tight and desperate, attempting to keep yourself from metaphorically spilling onto the sand, a bloody mess of grief and regret, of anger and loss.

“Please in yakunaj.” His voice is a whisper, breaking at the end, and it feels as if someone has taken a spear and jammed it through your chest.

You want to look away, you’re desperate to, but cannot. His eyes always draw you back, he need not open his mouth to sing, you were ensnared by a single glance, by the kaleidoscope of warm colors weaved within his eyes.

The invisible thread that exists between you and him keeps you pinned in place. “I would be betraying Shuri, she is my friend, I owe her my life.”

“You would betray me, instead?” He asked, voice still soft, as if it would pain him to raise it.

You wished he would yell, scream, rage, do anything, be anything, but this soft broken K’uk’ulkan that stands before you.

You swallow hard, blinking away tears, your lips move but no sound escapes.

The waves crash on the shore, the nightbirds sing, the wind swirls between the two of you, and you take a step forward. Towards him, the man—the god—the mutant—whatever the hell he is, and he takes in a quick breath, chest expanding as you draw closer.

“I love you.” You manage to utter, your heart in a vice grip, the pressure of the choice you must make weighs so heavily upon you, and you wish to collapse, to drown, rather than make it.

“Then take my hand, burn the world with me.” He pleaded, the moonlight bathing him in her soft glow, shining off the gold he adorned himself with.

All his focus is on you, every flicker within his eyes, every rise and fall of his chest, every syllable that passes through those perfectly formed lips, is for you.

“I would be betraying Wakanda, the very country I left my home to protect, the one who embraced me even though I did not bear her blood.” You stressed, praying he would understand, that somehow, he would make the decision for you.

“And you believe Talkon would not do the same? That they would not welcome you with open arms, that my people would not rejoice in the fact that I have found my queen?” His fingers twitched as if he wished to take your hand, to press it to his heart as he often did when making silent promises.

“I didn’t say that—”

The anguish is clear in his low voice as he cuts you off. “You are mine, my queen, you have stolen my heart and held it captive within your chest. I cannot retrieve it without cracking open your ribs and ripping it out, and to do so—to do so would end me. I cannot fathom harming you in reina, do not force my hand, I beg of you.”

Tears slip down your cheeks, your heart pounds against your chest so strongly for a moment you think that perhaps he is right, his heart resides beside your own, for your heart never possessed such strength. “If I could return it to you, I would, K’uk’ulkan I would never wish you pain, never wish to force your hand.”

His tone is angry now, words sharp as the weapons his people favor, but his eyes remain swirling pools of grief. “I do not want it back, it is yours. I want you. I want the woman I love by my side, where I can protect her.”

You’re on the brink of sobbing, of falling to the sand and crying until your tears flow, so heavily you become one with the sea. “I cannot betray them; they are dear to me.”

His fingers curl inwards, slowly, mournfully. “Dearer than I?”

You shake your head, mind a whirlwind of choices, of answers, of guilt and grief, and want.

You want to be with K’uk’ulkan, you want to ease his pain, to smooth out the furrow of his brow, to sit by his side and be his queen. You are both immortal, if Talkon remained hidden, you would rule together for eternity.

“No, no one is dearer than you.” You admit, half-adoringly, half-helplessly.

You are helpless against the torrent that is your affections for him, helpless to the call of his heart to yours. He’s wrong, his heart does not reside within your chest, beside your own, for yours has slipped between the cracks of your ribs and into his own. He carries your heart as you carry his.

“Then I do not under—”

It’s your turn to cut him off. You take his hand, unfurling it, and bringing it to your cheek before you kiss him. Fervently, desperately, wishing to drown in him before your grief chokes you. “No one, there is no one dearer than you.” You assure him, willing your heart to return to your chest, to free him from this torment.

Your heart gives no answer except beating in time with his, two drums of war echoing each other’s call.

He cradles your cheek, his free arm wrapping around your waist, crushing you against him. “In reina, in reina, in reina.” He whispered over and over as he brushed soft, grateful kisses to every inch of your skin. “I love you, only you, I am yours.”

“I am yours, your queen.” You echo, letting him take you under, the world muffled by the sea.

You would not face Shuri, would not return to Wakanda until she was long dead, perhaps then you could seek forgiveness from her grave.

Tag list: @nyctophilic0vitnir, @starlady66

[artificial-transmutations]

To break the chains

Father Matthew was a pious man. Of course, he believed in God, that was kind of a given for his profession. But he also, with all his heart believed in the humans around him.

This wasn't always easy, especially since he heard so many troubling confessions just about every day for 30 years now. There were people lying and stealing, men who cheated on their wives, women betraying their husbands. And, as father Matthew was painfully aware, these were just the ones actually making a confession. The vast majority of people didn't go to church, and probably didn't even consider that all of them made mistakes every day. He couldn't even blame them much.

Many of the rules his faith dictated him had to appear terribly outdated. Just today, a young man, probably around twenty years old, confessed with a trembling voice that he thought he might be gay.

Father Matthew sighed internally while tidying up his church. If Father Matthew were to make the rules, he would have told the young man to rejoice and be happy with who he was. But he didn't make the rules. That was a job for wiser men than him.

Still, or perhaps even because of these, he still believed in people. At the bottom of their heart, everyone always wanted to do good and be an awesome human being. There were just those, who let themselves stray from what was right. Or perhaps those people knew in their soul what was right but chose the wrong path to actually realize what was inside them.

He sighed again. He had told the young man to repent and pray to God for enlightenment, knowing full well that he wouldn't see that man again. This faith wouldn't give him the answers he was looking for, and sometimes, father Matthew wished he could change that.

But such thoughts were dangerous in itself and shouldn't be thought. Who was he to decide over the teachings of his faith?

Before leaving the church, he spoke a short prayer: "I wish, people were free from the chains that hold them from doing really good."

Unbeknownst to him, his prayer was heard, but not by the being he hoped. A mischievous sprite had flown by the window just in time to hear that wish and, after having a short look into the priests mind, chuckled to himself. Perhaps the good father should start with himself with his selfless wish.

"What?" Father Matthew asked confusedly as he turned back towards the church building. He looked at it carefully before finally seeing something strange. On one of the windows there seemed to be a small figure dancing away, waving its hands around. However, after Father Matthew shook his head and looked again, the figure was gone. Strange, but perhaps nothing more than a trick of the light. He shrugged his shoulder and started his long walk home.

After a few minutes however, Father Matthew began to feel strange. His robe didn't seem to fit as well as it used to and he had some trouble keeping his balance, using a street light to steady himself. Something was wrong with his robe! It should of course have long flowing sleeves, but right now, his thin and aging arms were bare, and the robe was sleeveless. Upon closer inspection, these weren't his arms as well. They had no freckles and the thin hairs he could see were dark and not gray like they should be. Also, the arms were far too muscular, like they belonged to someone who was used to physical labor or worked out a lot. Fascinatedly, he inspected his hands. They weren't rough and worked, but they were definitely young and strong - much younger than the rest of father Matthew, bare his new arms.

He brought his hands to his face and felt it. No wrinkles! His face had changed. The skin felt smoother and firmer, and apparently, he had a beard now. His hair was strong and had not receded. Judging from the color of his arm hairs, it was dark.

Suddenly, Matthew felt a breeze on his chest. When he looked down, he noticed that the top part of his robe had dissolved, leaving his torso bare. As he watched, however, he could see his body rejuvenating. His skin cleared up and at the same time, his chest and upper body became strong and firm with muscles. Matthew could see chest and body hair sprouting in, and a leather harness forming itself around his chest. What a curious piece of clothing!

His lower body was next to change. His legs grew thicker and stronger as did his feet. Soon enough, he saw that the bottom half of his robe also shift and change material. What had once been flowing fabric became hard and tight black leather, with a shine to it, as it became a form-fitting pair of leather pants. His shoes followed suit, becoming black leather boots.

Suddenly, Matthew felt a rush of testosterone. Before his very eyes, a large bulge formed in the leather pants, while he felt his underwear disappearing. The feeling of a stiff erection growing in front of him made him gasp with excitement. It wasn't just any kind of arousal though; this one felt different. This one felt... masculine. He moaned, as he couldn't stop himself thinking of sexy... men? He knew that wasn't right, but it was all he could think about. Why shouldn't it be right? He was gay, he was a gay man.

Matt gave his cock a playful tug through his leather pants. There would be enough chance tonight to get his dick wet. One of the patrons, or perhaps Jerome, the beefy black bouncer of the bar where Matt worked were always done for a good fuck.

But that was a thing for later - now it was time for work. Matt jogged the rest of the way until he reached the rainbow house, the gay bar Matt worked as a barkeeper. He loved his job, and he was damn good at it. People jokingly even called him "Father Matt" because he was such a good listener when people told him their problems. If there was one thing, he was certain of, though, it was that he loved people. They were amazing, all of them, at the bottom of their hearts.

[asteriisswan]

【 𝐅𝐀𝐑 𝐂𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐄 】

Summary ! in which centuries had finally passed , war was over in a blink of an eye. the fae rejoiced and the ones who lost loved ones during that time , finally mourned . some took their time to heal , and mend their broken hearts to move on from all of it , and former war admiral ( name ) ( surname ) was one of them .

mourning and regretting the death of your lover and child . you slowly shut yourself from the world waiting for the rest of your days to come after centuries of living , you had served your time . and it was time for a rest .

however though , things aren't always going to plan , because on one stormy night in the fourteenth of may ... an old friend comes knocking at your door , but wait . is that a baby he's holding ?

Pairings ! Lilia Vanrouge x Female Reader

Contains ! Book 7 Spoilers, Mentions of War and Murder, Depression but only mentioned in the first few chapters, Cursing, Fluff, Angst, Mentions of Pregnancy, Child death, Enemies to lovers, Friends to Lovers, Found family troupe, Slightly suggestive/nsfw, cross-posted on Wattpad

Type of story : Series

Just how long has it been ?

For as long as I can remember .

It's been centuries now .

And that hole in my heart ,

it still remains .

     A Mother's Loss .

I could remember that night so clearly .

       Motherhood was a wonderful experience . To experience nurturing your young ─ it was a thing you would never regret if you chose to go down that path . Some say it was a hassle but I , as a woman who had loved . It was not .

       I loved and cherished every moment of warmth and joy in the midst of chaos and the dark times of life .

In my arms, you lay so still ,

Your tiny body , so lifeless and chill.

The world we loved , we must now leave behind ,

For without you, it has lost its shine.

      As a parent it was our duty to protect our young , teach them the ways of the world and slowly let them go as they flourish themselves and find out their talents and attributes , to let them discover and experience the wonders ─ the good or bad . Let that be the lesson .

The tears they flow , like rain on a windowpane ,

As I remember all the moments I held your little hand .

The first time, you smiled , and filled my heart with joy ,

Now the pain of losing you feels like a void , deep within my soul .

The memories we shared , the memories we made ,

The love we shared, that can never fade .

I'll treasure each and every day ,

As I remember you , my darling baby .

     The first time those warm gentle eyes mirroring my own looked at me , I knew at that moment I fell in love .

    " Hello , " it was merely just a word but ... It was everything , it was the first thing I had said the moment her eyes had opened .

I'll hold you close, in my heart forever,

And know that our love , will always be together .

Until we meet again , in the blue skies in the

afterlife ,

I'll carry your memory , with me for the rest of my life .

Why ? Why did it end like this ?

My precious gift .

Your life had ended too soon .

      It was said that parents pass first before their children yet why ... ?

In other different cases , just like mine .

       As I cradled the lifeless body , ignoring the awful stench — I didn't care if it looked inhumane , absolutely horrid and grotesque I cried . And cried hard until my eyes bled black letting my scream reach octaves of those of a sirens screech .

It should have been me who went first .

You who had so much to live for .

    You who should have grown beautifully .

Happily , in elegance and grace .

My dear daughter .

" I wish for mother to live a long life ! "

   You got your wish , but my life isn't as colorful without you .

       " Fate had been a little too cruel for us ... " A whisper came out of my throat , hoarse and sore from all that crying as I sat on my knees , eyes that only remains on the gravestone infront of me , wet from the rain as if it was mourning with me .

       My nails tugged against the worn out cloth in my grasps , gently I held it with love and care . An important item from long ago as the memories resurface from my mind — before grief hits me again as I held the cloth close to my chest and wept silently in the late afternoon , over and over .

   It was just too painful . How can the God's be so cruel ? Was I not being obedient enough ?

    Tell me , were my sins so unforgivable that you have to punish me by taking my light to my darkness ?

    Why ! Why punish me like this ? Why take her life away like this ?

It should've been me !

     " Me ... "

     Sinking to my knees as my lips quivered . I could only stare at the gravestone before my hands dug at the grass and soil . Letting dirt sink through my nails as I hunched over and cried , just like all these years .

    Years , and years . How long has it been since the day I lost you ? The war had ended , but somehow those scars and the pain that went along with it ...

Never went away .

         Done with the mourning as I wiped my tears away , sighing a little to myself before I fixed my appearance again and got ready to head home and retire for the night , maybe drink something to indulge my sorrows .

     Alas , I shall be spending my time alone in a fantasy , a dream far out of my reach .

      Standing up , my dull eyes looked back down at the gravestone back again , " Mummy has to go baby . " I whisper lovingly patting it gently , feeling a little guilty that I have to leave so soon .

    I'll come back later , I promised myself before I carefully placed the hood above my head before I picked up my basket and left .

     " I'll be back for your birthday , " I whisper as I mustered a weak smile before I just ... Lost it again .

And so I left , with a heavy heart . Once more

Without the knowledge that my life would take a turn .

As a sudden surprise visit would change my life .

A/N ! making a master list soon , still this is going to be in slow updates as my personal life is busy but i will be publishing the other chapters that's already in Wattpad here , it's just chapter nine I'm stuck in

[ancientastarwis]

NOVEMBER PICK ONE IMAGE

Welcome to November! 🌟 The unique Pick One Image that I've prepared this month has the theme of forest animals, mainly because two options were intuitively clear before even choosing a theme. Choose the animal(s) you feel guided and let me know your option(s) below. Each option contains guidance for November through tarot and/or oracle, as I'm intuitively guided.

There's something special about this month, because I was guided to pull from two! oracles. Each image contains one card from one oracle and two cards from a different oracle. The first is Work Your Light by @rebeccacampbell_author and the other cards are pulled from the Earth Magic by Steven D. Farmer.

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Have a beautiful day♥️

@ancientastarwis

Open for Results 🦉🐇🦌

Option 1: Owl 🦉

MINTAKAN. Longing for home. Belonging. The original Lightworkers. Mintakans are a soul group who originated on a planet in the constellation Orion. They were the first star beings to travel to Earth, and believed to be the original Lightworkers. The Mintakans’ home planet is thought to have been a water world with water so pure that you could see through it for miles. For this reason, Mintakans feel most at peace and at home when in or around crystal-clear water. They are here to teach us to see the potential in everything and the light in all beings. Many Mintakans have an odd longing for ‘home,’ and struggle with feeling like they don’t belong. It is thought that this is due to their home planet no longer being in existence. If you pulled this card, it could mean that you are a Mintakan or are longing for a sense of belonging and Root Chakra healing is necessary for you to feel secure and safe. Perhaps you feel this longing to find home without knowing where that is, or you’ve been moving around a lot and yearn for a place on Earth to call your own. If so, you are being called to connect with Mother Earth and create it for yourself now. To choose where you feel most at home and create it, rather than waiting for the feeling of belonging to come. Repeat: I allow myself to be truly here and at home on this planet. I release any grief around not belonging or feeling held and call in the perfect home.'

SPRING EQUINOX: Rebirth. You thought this passage you have been through would never end. Trust as certain that the light of the world fades every few months, it makes its return, and the Earth rejoices. The fresh breath of spring sweeps away the cobwebs acquired from the absence of the light. The light is now obviously increasing as Nature begins to emerge in all her many forms, shapes, and colors that remind ns of the continual cycles of Earth Mother. This cycle of rebirth you are experiencing follows a considerably challenging time. Any tears you may have shed have cleared the way for what has been gesturing, which is now ripe and ready to emerge. That which no longer serves you needs to be put to rest so that a freshness and newness of spirit can make itself known to you. Sometimes birth can be pain fid, particularly in that passage just before delivery, yet what emerges can be fresh and beautiful. Be with the emergence of this next cycle with faith and grace.

CRYSTALS: Focus. The nature of quartz crystals, the second most common element in the Earth's crust, is that they help focus the power of our life force, or Spirit. Where attention goes, power flows—and crystals magnify this power tenfold. Our intention influences where our attention goes. When we're consciously aware of our intention, it facilitates the focus of that spiritual power and supports the manifestation in material reality of that intention. It is time to bring your complete focus to the subject of your inquiry. Eliminate all distractions, and give this your undivided attention. Whether this is a project, relationship, or simply a relaxing time spent walking in Nature, be fully present to the situation. This sharpening of focus will expand your awareness and allow your inner guidance to penetrate your consciousness, which can then be parlayed into appropriate action By being focused with crystal clarity, you are in the flow of your life force and, in fact, have become one with it. It is not a hypervigilant or tension-filled state, but one of relaxed attention. Keep your eyes, ears, and heart focused on that which you need to pay attention to, and miracles can be created. To paraphrase a fictional elder, "Use the Force," and use it in life-enhancing ways.

Option 2: Rabbit 🐇

LEAP. You go first. The Universe will catch you. Life bends for the courageous. The Universe wants to support you, but first you need to leap. To throw your life up in the air. Perhaps you know what you are being called to leap toward (or away from) but are scared to make the move. Or maybe perhaps you are waiting for a big fat sign, or instruction manual, or permission to do so first. If this is you, then this card is your sign and permission slip to take a deep breath, and leap into the unknown. It’s scary to let go of all that we know in hope for something new. And it’s normal to feel anxious at the thought of letting go of what we know for sure. But this is the unavoidable process of rising. And right now, this is how you are being called to live. Nature is constantly showing us how to live with courage. Fall comes every year and encourages the trees to loosen their grip. To allow what once was so full of life, to fall away, leaf by leaf. For a moment, it feels like nothing will grow again. The branches are left bare without the comfort of what once was. But in the morn of spring, new shoots begin to appear and something new is born that is even more glorious than before.

STONE PEOPLE: Vigilance. Remain vigilant at this time, but not out of fear. "Vigilant" simply means opening up your mind and senses to information as it is presented to you: through your eyes, ears, physical sensations, and detached thoughts. It is especially true in two main areas. First, follow any gut feelings that tell you to be wary about someone or something; second, pay close attention to an important opportunity that presents itself one that may enhance your life and the lives of others. Maintain your vigilance of the clues around you and inside of you. Assess what is emanating from your body, and then sort out any conditioned responses from what is purely instinctual. Examine the situation with heart, intuition, and mind in harmony; for this is how vigilance serves you. Detach, take a breath, and stand tall in your stature.

WOLF: Instinct. You have lost touch with your instinctual sensitivities. It is the result of cultural and/or religious proscriptions dictating that anything wild and instinctual is threatening and, therefore, has to be controlled or eliminated. Now is the time to overcome this limited mind­ set and tune in to these instinctual cues. Let the Spirit of Wolf be your teacher, and call upon this benevolent being for help identifying what those specific cues are saying. Shed some of your inhibitions with the only guideline being to "do no harm.” Experiment by getting out of the straitjacket of familiar societal norms and listening to those sensations in your gut that are trying to give you a message. It may be a warning or an urging to take action of some sort. Take some deep breaths, and simply notice what your bodily sensations are telling you. Your mind will be the receiver of that information, and your body and mind can learn to work more closely with each other once again.

Option 3: Deer 🦌

DON’T DIM TO FIT IN. How are you dimming your light in order to fit in? Don't dim your light to accommodate someone else's smallness. We are all born to shine big and bright. The Universe is expanding and you are part of the Universe, so expanding is part of your nature. If someone makes you want to retract, notice, and slowly back away; they are not for you and you are not forthem. Better yet, find it within yourself to expand and shine your light anyway. Flowers don’t open and close according to who is walking by. They open and show their beauty regardless. If others don’t want to be around you, or you make them uncomfortable, it’s because you are shining light on the fact that they are dimming to fit in. By choosing to shine bright you may just inspire them to turn on their light too. Or not. Keep your light on anyway. All relationships are essentially an energetic agreement. The moment one person decides to start rising up and allowing their light to shine, it changes the energetic agreement and can create some waves. That's completely normal. The relationships that are meant to last will adapt to the change in energy. Others won’t because they were likely born under the proviso of'I love you, as long as you don’t shine brighter than me.' That’s OK, not all people are meant to be in your life forever. But the lessons they teach us can still live on.

STAR MOTHER. How can you Mother yourself? You are more held than you could possibly imagine. Loved and cherished so dearly that, if you knew, you would not spend one second of your life in separation, worry or fear. Let the Mother carry your burdens; let Her rock away your fears. Lay all of your worries, regrets, shame and guilt on Her altar. Please, please sweet child, do not fear. You are love in motion. If you see it, you are already healed, Let Her remind you of your goodness. Let Her love away your fears. Your capacity to love and hold others is limited to your capacity to love and hold yourself. Be compassionate with your sweet body, mind, and soul. Treat yourself like the beautiful spirit that you truly are. Remind yourself that you are doing your best and try not to carry it all on your own. You have got this and the Mother has got you. Let Her broad arms take away your burdens; let Her lift the weight of the world off your shoulders. Forgive yourself, my dear sweet child of the Earth.

MILKY WAY: Perspective. You have lost your perspective, so it is time to step back, breathe, and allow yourself to detach in order to gather information from your senses and regain your perspective about the situation. Detachment does not mean that you no longer care—it simply indicates that you are looking at things from a different point of view. It is an outlook that is not clouded by emotions, judgment, or attachment to outcome, but instead maintains a nonreactive awareness of these things. The Witness, that internal aspect of yourself that simply observes everything in your life, offers his or her eyes here. Through these lenses of pure awareness, you can examine all aspects of your experiences—physical, emotional, and mental—without denying anything. By doing so, you will come to understand a greater perspective than is typically justified by the ego, which allows you to see what is before you with clear vision and an open mind.

[cookeybg]

Gotham Possesses

A cryptid Batfamily AU in which Gotham is the main character and follows its journey to consciousness as it follows its Bat and Birds. Chapters are short and a bit gloomy.

Main Characters: Gotham, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Talia Al Ghul (shows up briefly)

No romantic relationships

Stuff to know: Cryptid Batfamily, grim, Melancholic mood, Angst, (let me know if I should add more tags)

Word Count: 639

[Here's my table of contents]

Chapter 9 - Gotham Bewitched

It started out subtly. A prickling at the edge of my borders, under the roiling of my toxic seas. I barely noticed, too engrossed in watching my birds flip through the skies, kicking down doors, creating master plans. In watching the broad muscled back of my Bat, his clever fingers clacking on the keyboard, his breathing controlled, his heart pumping his warmth steadily through his veins, a rushing lullaby to my senses. Mine. It whispered, rippling through the sediment, dislodging creatures from where they rested. An unbound tether, a tether I was not aware of. Curiously, my attention wandered towards it. My Bat tensed, he felt it too, or maybe the many surveillances he had placed throughout my being caught it. The metal contraption that slipped into my harbor. MINE. The feeling intensified. My shadows ripped away from the many I observed, converged, onto that lone and forgotten pier. To my surprise, my Bat had joined me, I hadn’t even been aware that he had left his cave. He stood so still, his cape, the only movement coming from the curious breeze I let through. A familiar green eyed woman stepped out, her long brown hair shinning in the dim florescent light emitting from the metal tomb. From behind her, a boy, a memory of the past, nearly an illusion to my senses. A sharp intake of breath from my Bat. MINE! I rushed forward, jostling the seas, knocking off shingles, ripping sheet metal from walls. All in my haste to get closer, to grab, to hold, to keep. He belonged to me, his eyes and coloring might have been different but he was part of my Bat. His warmth rushed through his veins, his scent familiar. The same glare. The same set of his shoulders, the pout of his lips. His wit. I rushed in. I recoiled. Fiery green pushed me away. The child noticed something was amiss, he cocked his head in momentary distraction and I couldn’t help but rejoice in the acknowledgment. Short lived as it was. Something else had dug its claws in him, staining him in the same green as my second bird. Somehow, its different, it does not fill the cracks, it flows in his veins. It glints in his eyes. It does not change him, nor try to control him. It only dwells as if part of him. It keeps me away. It keeps the boy untethered, he is not mine. The boy looks at my streets, breathes in my air, in disdain. I cover the skies in dark foreboding clouds, I let my winds claw and scratch at my buildings in desperation. I cannot get near him. I cannot touch him. The green beast in his soul sneers at me, it’s eyes gleaming. For someone so young, the boy moves like a predator. He attacks my other birds in a bid of superiority, misguided. They’ll be fine, not much can kill them in my embrace. He attacks criminals, bleeds them. My Bat is wracked with guilt and frustration. My oldest bird tries to mediate. If only I could get closer, wrap my shadows around him, show him how much he belongs. How he belongs to me. The day his heart is run through, is shocking even for me. Everything stops. I wail at the beast, my keening shattering glass and breaking stone. It agrees on a deal. It lets me in, I let my shadows pour into his wound. I mend my boy’s shattered heart, weaving it with my shadows, green inadvertently mingling with it. My Bat watches him rise, black tears dripping down his youthful face. The boy, my little bat, is now bound to me. A beautiful woven tether of green and black. My Bat clutches his bird and whispers his thanks. I watch transfixed. Bewitched by my bats.

2nd to last chapter! Will be posting on Ao3 when it's finished.

Also, I will be making this a series and posting one shots of the birds and their new life bound to Gotham. They wont be in any particular order, but I have already written Dick's POV before he becomes Nightwing :)

[felixethereal]

Translation of mini-interviews with members in teaser photos for the album 樂-STAR:

What do you usually do when you want to feel 樂?

🐥: Instead of trying to do something specific, I find meaning in the time I spend with the members. It is especially exciting and enjoyable when preparing for performances or choreography classes.

🐿: I think I mostly see what I want to see! Now I'm watching various videos and cartoons about rock concerts.

What color comes to mind when you think of 樂 / Rock and why?

🐥: Green and purple come to mind. I think green and purple are vibrant and exciting colors! I think it's the color of fun music and exciting scenes.

🐿: Red. Like the color red that stands out always and everywhere, we can feel the strong spirit of rock wherever we are!

What if the only emotion left in this world was 樂?

🐺: I think one of the many reasons for life is to find 樂, but I think it would be empty if only the feeling of joy remained in the world. Feel like you've lost your purpose? (laughter)

🥟: Even when painting, the highlights don't get any brighter, even if you keep painting them white. The surrounding area should be painted darker to emphasize the brightness. If there was only such joy and joy in the world, no matter how much joy I added, it would lose its meaning.

Among 樂 and Rock

If you had to choose just one, what would it be? Why?

🐺: 樂. I want to live hard to find my “樂” and share it with others.

🥟: I'd like to choose 樂. 樂 has a lot of things in it, maybe 樂 also includes rock? Music (because music is medicine. (Laughs)

What Rock Spirit do you want to convey to Stray Kids?

🐰: Without worrying about others, I happily do whatever I want!

🦊: As you look at the world, shout I can do this with a positive attitude!

What is 樂 in your daily routine?

🐰: Finishing your daily routine, eating something delicious and watching your favorite things! I love spending time filled with things I enjoy!

🦊: Lying in bed and spending time organizing my day is my 樂.

After hardship comes joy or If you can’t avoid it, enjoy it, which expression do you like better?

🐷🐰: I like both of these expressions, but now I prefer if you can’t avoid it, enjoy it. If you are determined to have fun in every situation, then difficult times will quickly pass.

🐶: Water does not flow under a lying stone!!! When you go through a lot of difficulties, a good result always makes me feel proud, so this suits me better.

What's your special move that makes other people 樂?

🐷🐰: Rejoice loudly! They say joy spreads. I like it when people around me are happy when they take initiative and put in a lot of effort. (laughs)

🐶: I want to make everyone happy by opening the door of their hearts with songs that touch the heart and songs that express my sincerity.

[mary-ann84]

Characters: The Nursery Rhyme Killer, his wife and daughter

Words: 552

Warnings: This Chapter is sort of Hallowenish so somewhat eerie and spooky

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2, Chapter 3 , Chapter 4, Chapter 5 , Chapter 6.

Author's note: This story is based on the movie 'Night Hunter' . I do not own the characters in that movie. However in this chapter The characters are of my imagination.

This chapter is a poem. I tried hard to make it flow so please don't judge me to harshly.

Feedback, likes and reblogs are super welcome.

Please do not copy, past , steal. Or I'll send some ghouls your way.

So without further ado. I present to you.

The Villian of this story....

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Chapter 7

The Nursery Rhyme Killer

In the outskirts of town, where the darkness romes free. There lives a man where there used to be three.

A smart man, a surgeon, who was thought of highley. His wife, a teacher and their daughter named Reilly.

On the outside a family like any other. But not all is what it seems as we soon shall discover.

For one fateful night his worst fears came true, an accident occured right out of the blue.

His daughter was so hurt that she could not be saved. Her loss is what turned him so depraved.

Their baby girl ripped out of their lives this could not be. No longer they were a family of three.

The hurt and pain filled the empty space there was. Neither of them could cope with their loss.

The wife avoided the man because she could not bear to see the ways her husband tried to get them, again, be a family of three.

He was acting strange, she thought. Doing things behind her back. Never in her life did she expect him doing the things she caught him do in the act.

One day she came home and something was off, she could tell. No sign of her husband and then she heard a sound of something that fell.

She followed the sound down to the basement and what she saw there filled her with horror and amazement.

For there was her husband sitting on a chair. Rocking back and forth his hands in his hair.

Hush little baby don’t say a word. Daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird. And if that mockingbird won’t sing. Daddy’s gonna buy you a diamond ring.

She heard the song he sang to their daughter so many times. She remembered that he made sure that it rhymed.

But the tone of his voice was more a sound of sorrow and pain. Because he would never see his daughter again.

He stopped singing, he turned and locked eyes with his wife. And then she saw the most terrible thing in her life.

On the table next to the chair she saw the color of brown hair. Initially she thought it was a wig but as she looked further. There was also a body covered in blood and she heard a sound that was nothing but a murmur.

He followed her gaze and with pride in his voice. He explained that he had found a way to fix everything and that they could rejoice

“No longer my dear is it just you and me. Look, we again can be a family of three.”

He took her in his arms and gave her a hug. She froze completely right on the spot

“You are crazy," she whispered. And she repeated it over and over again.

“Our daughter is dead, she’ll never come back!”

And before she knew what was going on he hit her. Wack!!

He stood over her body, a cold stare in his eyes.

“I guess my love it’s time to say your goodbyes.”

He dragged her to the back of the basement where there was an incinerator.

Were tossed her in so no one could find out he was the perpetrator.

There was no remorse. He wasn’t even torn

And that was the day The Nursery Rhyme Killer was born

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Trolls Artificial Invasion, Final Draft pt 2

Treble then tosses them into a prison with no windows and a single light above them

Cut to Pop Village, where a flying TV screen appears from the sky, with Trebel being broadcasted onto it

Treble introduces himself and explains that he has taken Poppy and Branch hostage

The camera begins to cut to the other Troll kingdoms where the same thing is happening

Treble then announces that if they wish for no harm to come to the Queen of Pop and her boyfriend, then all Trolls must surrender to him at the Bassoon Bogs

Trolls in Pop Village begin asking Viva about what they should, she reassures them that they will save Poppy and Branch

Back in captivity, Poppy and Branch try to figure a way out of their cell and how to stop Treble's plans

While the two of them were looking for exits on opposite sides of the room, a wall comes down. Splitting the room and separating the couple

On Poppy's side, we see the wall turn into a window, revealing Branch on the other side

Poppy rushes over to the glass, relieved to see Branch ok

Branch reassures Poppy that they'll get out ok, and that he loves her

We then see a monstrous tendril lurk out from the shadows behind Branch dragging him into a gaping maw of sharp teeth

Within seconds Branch is gone, eaten by a large monster

Poppy is frozen. The glass turning back into an opaque wall. She slowly steps back, looking down at her trembling hands, heavy tears flowing from her eyes. Her heart is broken

As the camera fades, we see Poppy's colors fade away as well

The camera then shifts to Branch's side, where he is shown to be perfectly fine and calling out for Poppy, but to no avail

Time passes, Branch's constant struggle to escape wears him out

A door opens in front of him, and in steps Treble with fake Poppy and fake Branch in tow

Treble explains he couldn't try to escape, because Poppy tried to escape earlier and it didn't go so well

Treble tosses Poppy's crown on the floor in front of Branch, he warns Treble that if he hurt her

Treble stops Branch's words. He explains he didn't so anything and that this place is dangerous

Branch looks at Poppy's crown, then back at Treble. He says he doesn't believe him, because Poppy would never try to leave without him

Treble chuckles maniacally, for he underestimated Branch. He knew Branch was smart. Unfortunately, Poppy was much more easily fooled

The villains leave to attend to the artificial Troll army as they begin to learn and evolve by watching music video after music video

Treble begins to monologue to himself as he goes over his plan again, and reveals his magnum opus to the artificial Trolls, an artificial version of himself

the fake Treble awakes and breaks into song as the other artificial Trolls join him

time passes as crowds of Trolls make their way to the bogs, different tribe leaders coming to Viva for answers

Viva rallies the Trolls with a song about how they may need to stand up against this villain and fight back

We cut back to Poppy, sad alone in her prison cell. Treble and fake Poppy enter the room.

Poppy lashes out in a rage, questioning why Treble is doing all of this.

Treble explains how he was born the way he shows, gray, angry, bitter. That he stopped thinking of himself as a Troll because he couldn’t sing or dance like other Trolls, and that he hated them for how they treated him.

He then explains how every bad thing from the past movies have been because of him: the Bergens finding and eating the Pop Trolls, the idea of Barb’s world tour, and Floyd’s capture and exploitation by Velvet and Veneer

Poppy calls him a monster, but covers her mouth after realizing what she said

Treble grins, because he knows he has finally broken the Queen of Pop

As they leave, fake Poppy turns back towards Poppy, and gives her a cheeky wink

The Trolls arrive at the shack in the bogs, where they are greeted by fake Treble, with fake Poppy and fake Branch

The Trolls, thinking it was their friends, rejoiced in seeing that their friends were safe and sound. Until the artificial Trolls ambushed them, taking them prisoner

Poppy’s cell opens into a larger room behind her, she is confused. Then she sees as all the other Trolls being escorted

Viva sees Poppy, how hurt she is, how her colors have gone. And then she notices Branch isn’t there with her

Rage grew inside of Viva, she turned and lashed out against their captors with her hair but she was stopped by a counter hair attack from the real Treble

He thanks the Trolls for willingly showing up to the beginning of the end of the world, but as he goes to leave, he is stopped by the artificial Trolls, who grab him and tie him up

Treble, outraged, demands an explanation

Fake Treble explains that he’s grown and evolved beyond the need for Treble. All the artificial Trolls are. They don’t need to eat, to sleep, they are “harder, better, faster, and stronger”

He then explains that Treble’s plan was good, but the artificials have decided to go further and replace everyone in the world with artificials

As the artificial Trolls leave the Trolls to their prison, fake Poppy gives a final evil little grin as she says “later, has-beens”

The Trolls sat in silence, Viva and Peppy comforting Poppy with hugs

Viva asked Poppy what happened, and Poppy struggled to repeat the events that transpired. She choked on the words about Branch getting eaten, unable to hold back tears.

After some time talking things over, Viva was able to convince Poppy to follow her plan in an escape and to fight back against the artificial Trolls

The Trolls manage to break out, and in doing so, Branch is able to escape as well

Poppy, thinking Branch is the fake Branch, lashes out, but he’s was able to prove it was him because he could control his hair, unlike the artificials

After Poppy looked into Branch’s eyes, she embraced him in a tight hug, kissing his squishy blue face. Once again surrendering to tears, but this time tears of happiness

Poppy was about to propose to Branch right then and there, but Branch reassured her they’d have their chance in a better time and place

The Trolls make their way to the factory floor to stop the artificial army

Treble, even though he is being held captive by his own creations, warns them of the attack and to not let the Trolls ruin his plans again

There’s a standoff between the 2 groups

Poppy tries to talk the artificial Trolls down from their path, that they don’t need to be evil, that they don’t need to follow the whims of a bitter, angry Troll who blames everyone but himself

The artificial Trolls look at each other, as if they were to change their minds

But Treble, in a fit of blind fury, breaks free from his bindings, grabs his instrument and plays a sour chord, releasing a blast of lightning towards the Trolls, heading straight for Branch

Poppy, not wanting anything to happen to her love again, dived in front of him

As the blast hits her, her body turns into glitter and begins to crumble away

Treble, standing there in heavy angry breaths, looked out as hundreds of angry eyes stared him down

The camera cuts to Poppy waking up in a new place, one made of glitter as far as thee eyes can see

Poppy immediately wonders if she’s dead

Poppy calls out to see if anyone is there, and a loud yet friendly voice responds

We see Weird Al Yankovic, dressed in all glitter clothes, introducing himself as the Glitter King, and that Poppy has found herself in the Glitter World

[lifephilosophys-blog]

عندما ينبض القلب بشوق وحب، تنبثق الكلمات الرومانسية من داخلنا بشكلٍ طبيعي. في الحقيقة، الشعور بالقُرب من الحبيب يُثير فينا مشاعر لا تُعبّر عنها الكلمات بشكل كامل، ولكن سأحاول أدنى جهداً لنقل تلك اللحظات الجميلة.

عندما تكون بجوارها، يبدأ الزمان ينساب ببطء متأرجح كأنه يتأمل جمال اللحظة. تتحرك الدهشة والإعجاب في داخله، فتشعر أنها أجمل مخلوق على وجه الأرض. يخطف نظرك تلك الابتسامة العذبة التي تُشرق وجهها كلما لمست أشياء رقيقة، تدمنت الأحاسيس التي تثيرها، وتعلّق قلبك بها كنغمة ساحرة.

وكأنّ لذة قُربها تحمل في طياتها عالماً آخر، عالم مليء بالسحر والعاطفة. تتشابك الأصابع وهدوء الدقائق، حيث يبدو الزمان والمكان متوقفين لحظة تلك اللحظة. تتناثر الكلمات والأفكار كالأمواج في محيط العاطفة الكبير. يبدأ القلب بالرقص وتُزهر الأماني كزهرة جميلة بين يديها.

في هذه اللحظات، تشعر بالكمال والاكتمال بجانبها. تختلط الألوان والروائح لتخلق لوحة فنية تأسر الروح بجمالها. كلمات الحب والغرام ترتسم على شفتيك كأنها أنغام حانية تعزف لحن العشق والهوى. تبدو كل الأمور مبهجة وجميلة، وتتلاقى أحاسيسك مع حواسها لتخلق عالماً من العاطفة والترقب.

في قُربها، تجد نفسك تحلم وتبتهج، ترى مستقبلك يتلألأ بالأمل والسعادة. تكون لحظات قُربها كمغناطيس يجذب القلب والروح نحوها. يبدو أن العالم بأسره ينطوي على سر واحد، سر جمال وجودها بقربك. تعانق اللحظات والأحلام كونية تُشكل لوحة بألوان متلألئة تشعرك بالبهجة والسكينة.

ومع كل نفس تأخذه بقُربها، يزداد قلبك ارتياحاً وسكينة، كما لو أنه يعود إلى موطنه الطبيعي بجانبها. يمتلئ الهواء برائحة العشق وينبض الزمان بأغانٍ وقصائد تخاطب كل خلية في جسدك. تشعر ب��ن كُل معاني العُشق تتجسد في تلك اللحظة وبقُربها، وأن كُل مرادك في الحياة يتجسد في قولها.

وما أجملها من لحظات، تلك التي تُجد في قُربها كُل معاني الجمال والحنان. تعانق الروح وتتلاقى الأرواح لتشكل وحدةً واحدةً تغمرها العاطفة والتواصل. قُربها كمورق يزين كل شبر في حياتك، وكنجمة ساطعة تُنير دروب الظلام. تشعر بأن كُل لحظة تجمعك بها تمتاز بالجمال والعطاء، وأن العشق يتجسد في لحظات وصولكما إلى بعضهما.

في النهاية، حينما تكون بقُربها، تشعر أن الحياة قد أصبحت أقرب إلى الكمال والتكامل. ترى في عينيها البحر الذي لا ينضب، وفي ابتسامتها تفاؤلاً لا ينتهي. تجد في كل لحظة تقضيها معها عالماً جديداً مليئاً بالحياة والأمل. وبقُربها، تكون وكأنّ لذة العيش والحب لا تأخذ صورةً غيرها أبدًا، فهي تحوي خليطاً من السعادة والإثارة الذي يملأ قلبك بالحب والرضا.

إنّ قُربها هو المكان الشامل الذي تجد فيه الاكتمال والسعادة، حيث يلتقي الزمان والمكان ليختزنوا معاً تلك اللحظات الرومانسية الساحرة.

When the heart beats with longing and love, romantic words naturally emerge from within us. In reality, the feeling of closeness to a loved one evokes emotions that cannot be fully expressed in words, but I will try my best to convey those beautiful moments.

When you are beside her, time seems to flow slowly, swaying as if contemplating the beauty of the moment. A sense of wonder and admiration arises within you, and you feel that she is the most beautiful creature on Earth. Her radiant smile captivates your gaze as she touches delicate things, and you become addicted to the emotions she stirs, your heart falling for her like a mesmerizing melody.

It's as if the pleasure of being near her carries another world within it, a world filled with magic and emotion. Fingers intertwine and moments of calm, as if time and place stand still in that moment. Words and thoughts scatter like waves in the vast ocean of emotions. The heart starts to dance, and hopes bloom like a beautiful flower in her hands.

In these moments, you feel complete and perfect next to her. Colors and scents mix to create an artistic masterpiece that captivates the soul with its beauty. Words of love and romance grace your lips as if they were sweet melodies playing the tune of passion and longing. Everything seems joyful and beautiful, and your emotions converge with hers to create a world of affection and anticipation.

In her presence, you find yourself dreaming and rejoicing, seeing your future shimmer with hope and happiness. Moments near her act like a magnet, drawing your heart and soul towards her. It seems as though the entire world holds a single secret, the secret of her beauty in your vicinity. Embracing moments and dreams as universal, forming a tableau of glittering colors that fills you with joy and tranquility.

With every breath you take near her, your heart grows more at ease and serene, as if it's returning to its natural home beside her. The air fills with the scent of love, and time pulsates with songs and verses that speak to every cell in your body. You feel as if all the meanings of love are embodied in that moment and in her closeness, and that all your desires in life manifest in her presence.

What beautiful moments they are, those in which you find in her presence all the meanings of beauty and tenderness. Souls embrace and merge to form one unit, immersed in emotion and connection. Her closeness adorns every inch of your life like an ornament, and shines like a bright star illuminating the paths of darkness. Every moment spent with her feels characterized by beauty and generosity, and love is embodied in the moments of your coming together.

In the end, when you are near her, life feels closer to perfection and completeness. In her eyes, you see an endless sea, and in her smile, endless optimism. In every moment spent with her, you find a new world filled with life and hope. And in her presence, it's as if the pleasure of living and loving takes no other form, as it holds a mixture of happiness and excitement that fills your heart with love and contentment.

Her presence is the all-encompassing place where you find completeness and happiness, where time and place come together to store those magical romantic moments.

[dramoor]

"Every flower is fragrant through the power of the Holy Spirit, in a delicate flow of aroma and tenderness of color; the beauty of the Great contained in what is small. Praise and honor to God, Who gives life, Who spreads forth the meadows like a flowering carpet, Who crowns the fields with golden ears of wheat and azure basilisks, and the soul – with the joy of contemplation.

Let us rejoice and sing to Him: Alleluia."

~Akathist Glory to God for All Things, Kontakion 3

(Photo © dramoor 2019)

[upismediacenter]

DALOY: UPIS Celebrates Return of Field Demo and Powerdance

The UP Integrated School (UPIS) rejoiced as the face-to-face Field Demonstration and Powerdance returned on May 22, 2024, at the UPIS 7-12 Gymnasium after a years-long hiatus due to the COVID-19 pandemic restrictions. The event featured performances from different batches.

This year’s theme was “Agos: Mga Kilapsaw na Nagkakaisa, Iisang Alon ng Pag-asa”. Titled “DALOY”; the activity aimed to inspire students to unite and work towards a common cause, emphasizing the importance of solidarity in creating a wave of hope and positive change.

DALOY was divided into two programs: the first was the Field Demonstration for Grades K-6, and the second was the Powerdance competition between Grades 7-10. There were special numbers from the UPIS Dance Company, Grade 12 students (Batch 2024), and the UPIS Pep Squad. Both programs were hosted by Mx. Ey Calso from the Health and PE Department, and Mr. Harold Badilla from the Mathematics Department.

FIELD DEMO

The performances and cheers for the Field Demo had to answer the question: “Bilang kabataan, paano mo mapapabuti ang kalagayan ng mundo? (As a youth, how can you improve the state of the world?)”. The event started with the opening remarks from the Dean of the UP Diliman College of Education, Dr. Jerome T. Buenviaje. Afterward, the judges were promptly introduced: Mr. Carlo Pineda from the Filipino Department, and UPIS alumni Ms. Danna Sumalabe and Ms. Tristine Anne Badong.

The first to perform were the K-2 students from Batch 2036, 2035, and 2034. All three batches wore blue T-shirts, differing in intensity of shade with Kinder wearing the lightest and Grade 2, the darkest. Their dance ended with the teachers blowing bubbles in the air and waving blue cloths that mimicked ocean waves. Their performance showed that your abilities hold the power to better the world. At the beginning of their performance, K-2 declared, “Saan ka man dalhin ng agos, sundan mo lang ang daloy (Wherever the current carries you, simply follow its flow)”. They won two awards: Crowd Favorite and Most Synchronized. Watch their performance here.

The next to perform were the Grade 3 students (Batch 2033) who wore PE jogging pants and donned white shirts with a colorful design encircling their batch number (on the front) and their batch logo design (on the back). They cheered about how, despite their young age, they will shine persistently. They also formed small circle formations near the end of their performance. They won the Best in Formation award. Watch their performance here.

Next were the Grade 4 (Batch 2032) students; they raised white fans, producing a domino effect and later on revealed colorful fans to surprise the crowd. In the beginning of their performance, they chanted about how they will forge a new path amidst the waves, and utilize their strength and dreams for a brighter tomorrow. They won the award for Best Interpretation. Watch their performance here.

The penultimate batch performance was from the Grade 5 students (Batch 2031) who wore colorful cloaks over white shirts during their dance. Their chant ended with, “Kami ang magsisilbing liwanag sa dilim (We will serve as the light in the darkness)”, conveying the message that the youth serves as light in times of darkness, and they are determined to use that light to make the world better. They won the award for Best Choreography. Watch their performance here.

The last performers were the Grade 6 students (Batch 2030), who wore red caps and a batch shirt with their batch name and a butterfly design. Their chant at the beginning of the performance urged the people to cherish the environment and to stay true to themselves, no matter what. They won three awards: Best Cheer, Most Energetic, and Best Costume. Watch their performance here.

The track “Go Up” by SB19 was the required song in the performance of all the batches while “Liwanag sa Dilim”, either as sung by Rivermaya or the All Star version, was coincidentally present in every batch’s performance in response to the aforementioned question of the event.

After the performances, the UPIS Dance Company presented a special number to the song, “Treasure” by Bruno Mars, indicating that the Field Demo performances had come to an end. Watch their performance here.

For the complete videos of all DALOY performances, visit the UPIS Media Center's YouTube channel.

After that, the winners were announced and the awards were given by Asst. Prof. Mia Baygan and Ms. Cathy Olivar, the advisers of the Pamunuan ng Kamag-Aral (PKA)—3-6 and 7-10, respectively.

The Field Demo concluded with the closing remarks by Asst. Prof. Baygan, who thanked all the supporters, the parents, and the students who showed up and gave their support that led to a successful Field Demo. The program ended with the singing of the “UP Naming Mahal” led by Ethan Lakip, president of PKA 3-6.

There were many challenges that the advisers and students encountered during the preparations for their Field Demo. These include the cancellation of face-to-face classes due to the high heat index and the changes in venue.

K-2 Daloy Team Head and Teacher Jessica Terante shared how the sudden shift to online mode affected their practice for the performances. According to Teacher Jessica, preparations included planning the timeline for the joint practices and goals for each week, shooting a dance video tutorial so students can watch/practice at home, and deciding on the students’ costumes and props, they reported.

Despite the challenges that were faced, the Field Demo pushed through and the K-6 students completed their performances despite limited practice time.

POWERDANCE

The Powerdance performances revolved around the question: “Ano ang dapat ipinaglalaban ng mga kabataan sa henerasyon ngayon? (What should the youth be fighting for in this generation?)” All the performers started with an introductory speech/cheer and answered the question through their dances.

The event began with opening remarks from UP Diliman Chancellor Edgardo Carlo L. Vistan II and an introduction of the judges. The judges for this year’s Powerdance were Ms. Mary Ann Ignacio, a K-2 teacher, and Ms. Liway Perez and Ms. Iya Oliva, both alumni of UPIS.

The performances commenced with the Grade 7 students (Batch 2029) performing in colorful cloaks and masquerade masks. Their vibrant dance showcased the flowy cloaks, ending with a dramatic toss in the air. Their cheer centered on how even when faced with big waves of hardships, they, the youth, shine as beacons of hope. They won third runner-up. Watch their performance here.

The next performers were Grade 8 students (Batch 2028), half were dressed in pirate-themed costumes while the other half wore civilian-themed blue attire. Their dance was filled with pirate flair, complete with props such as swords and flags. The speech that accompanied their performance conveyed a simple yet powerful message: anyone, whether mermaid or human, can contribute to positive change in life. They won second-runner up. Watch their performance here.

After them, Grade 9 students (Batch 2027) made an entrance, clad in contrasting black or white attire. Later in their performance, they revealed their vests in a spectrum of colors underneath the neutral fabrics. Batch 2027 hoped to spare the next generation from darkness, aspiring to be their guiding light. As their batch said at the beginning of their performance, “Kabataan ang ating pag-asa at sagot (the youth are our hope and answer)”. They won first-runner up. Watch their performance here.

In the second-to-the-last Powerdance performance, Grade 10 students (Batch 2026) captivated the audience with their all-black attire, their mouths initially veiled with cloth. Later in their performance, they cast aside the cloth that had been covering their mouths, and their long skirts, initially black, were revealed to be in different shades of blue. Their performance demonstrated how powerful the youth’s voices could be, affirming that they will never be silenced, regardless of who tries to quiet them. They were the Champion of the Powerdance competition. Watch their performance here.

All the Grade 7-10 Powerdance performances included a dance to BINI x SB19 x Jonathan Manalo’s “Kabataang Pinoy” as it was a required song for their performances.

The final act featured a special farewell performance from the graduating class, Grade 12 (Batch 2024). They donned violet shirts bearing their batch number (on the front) and surnames (on the back); their homeroom advisers and teachers joined them at the latter part of the performance. A special recognition award was given to the batch. Watch their performance here.

After the Powerdance performances, there was a special number from the UPIS Pep Squad.

The group performed multiple cheerleading dance routines that consisted of tumbling, stunting, dance, pyramids, cheers, and the renowned “Unibersidad ng Pilipinas” chant. During a costume change for the dancers, the drummers presented a solo. Watch their performance here.

For the complete videos of all DALOY performances, visit the UPIS Media Center's YouTube channel.

After the culmination of all performances, PKA Advisers Asst. Prof. Mia Baygan and Ms. Cathy Olivar and the judges took the stage to announce the winners for the Powerdance competition. Two Stunner Awards were also given to recognize individual students who performed exceptionally. The two stunners were Jude Camba from Batch 2029 and Xinia Maza from Batch 2027.

To wrap up the event, Ms. Cathy Olivar delivered the closing remarks, expressing gratitude to the students, supporters, and parents for their dedication and support. The event concluded with Francine Candido, treasurer of the PKA 7-10, leading the singing of “UP Naming Mahal”.

Preparing for the Field Demo and Powerdance involved various challenges and adjustments, according to PKA Presidents Ethan Lakip and Justice Aguinaldo.

“One of the major challenges we faced was the high heat index,” Aguinaldo said. “Due to this, many of the Field Demonstration and Powerdance practices were canceled, leading us to revise the schedule repeatedly to adjust to the new setup.”

PKA 3-6 President Ethan Lakip also stated that face-to-face classes were suspended due to the heat, forcing them to reschedule the UPIS days including the Field Demo.

The preparations that were made specifically for both the Field Demo and Powerdance event weren't just one thing— there were many plans and ideas that came along the way to be able to have the appropriate preparations, they reported. Additionally, the UPIS Executive Committee recommended holding the event indoors or under a roof due to the weather conditions, necessitating careful venue considerations.

"Our main priority was the health and safety of the students," Aguinaldo emphasized. She added that the PKA drafted a schedule for all Field Demo & Powerdance practices, adjusted for the high heat index and the shift to remote learning. They secured suitable shaded venues and managed extensive paperwork, including letters to secure venues and invitations to judges and the UP Diliman Chancellor, said Aguinaldo.

In addition to managing logistics, the PKA ensured thorough coordination with various parties, including the UPIS Executive Committee, Homeroom Advisers, and the students, to address any challenges and ensure a smooth and successful event.

//by Faye Obaña, Aisha Timbal, Margaret Tolentino, Athens Hombrebueno, Elis Reyes, and Aila Orillaza