#skysailing

[bestparasailingindubai]

What's the thrill like when soaring over Dubai's waters with parasailing?

Close your eyes and imagine this: you, suspended high above the azure waters of Dubai, the wind in your hair, and the city's skyline unfolding beneath you. That's the mesmerizing thrill awaiting you when you embark on a parasailing adventure over Dubai's waters.

The Euphoria of Flight: A Dance with the Wind

Parasailing isn't just a watersport; it's a dance with the wind, an exquisite ballet where you become the lead performer. As the parachute billows open, you're lifted off the boat, and suddenly, you're floating. There's a unique sensation of weightlessness, an unparalleled freedom as you ascend into the sky

Dubai Unveiled: A Panoramic Spectacle

As you soar higher, Dubai unveils itself in a spectacular panorama. The iconic landmarks – the Burj Khalifa, the Palm Jumeirah, and the glistening coastline – all form a breathtaking backdrop to your airborne adventure. It's not just a ride; it's a front-row seat to the grandeur of Dubai.

The Sound of Silence: A Tranquil Escape

Surprisingly, amidst the excitement, there's a certain serenity. The usual hustle and bustle of the city fade away, replaced by the soothing sound of the wind. It's a tranquil escape, a moment where you're suspended between earth and sky, free from the ordinary.

Safe Soaring: A Guided Journey

Worried about safety? Fear not! Parasailing in Dubai is a guided journey, ensuring that your adventure is not just thrilling but also secure. The expert crew takes care of all the details, allowing you to focus solely on the exhilaration of the experience.

For the Bold and the Beginners: Everyone's Skyward Journey

You might think parasailing is reserved for the daredevils, but it's a journey for everyone. Whether you're a seasoned adventurer or a first-timer, the thrill is accessible to all. The equipment is designed for both safety and fun, making it an inclusive experience for everyone.

Capturing the Moment: Memories That Soar Forever

As you gently descend back to the boat, the thrill might end, but the memories endure. The laughter, the panoramic views, the sense of conquering the sky – it all becomes a part of your story. It's not just parasailing; it's an experience etched in the fabric of your Dubai adventure.

So, what's the thrill like when soaring over Dubai's waters with parasailing? It's not just a thrill; it's an enchanting dance with the wind, a skyward journey that paints your Dubai visit with strokes of exhilaration and unforgettable moments.

[sidereon-spaceace]

"damn these are some neat concepts, someone should make a story out of this stuff" <- me, about my own story that I came up with

[cuppykin]

Shipping some of my ocs with some neighbors (one old, one new, one only known by my DND group)

[sidereous]

Wizard towers need to be more fucked up. What if they were alive on some level? Sure you get more power being bound to it but what does it get from you? Do you know? Do you care? How long before you just become an appendage to the structure?

[conceiteddemon]

New art full collection. A lifetime ban from operating Zephran sky sails. A little queer kissing. A lot of queer grief. Getting drunk and going to your friend’s mom’s house to pass out. Confronting the person you hurt deeply at five am because you need their help. Dancing for ten minutes to drunkenly scry on that person. Intimidating campus security for no reason other than having them deny you access to a thick-ass tree. Deliah is back??? Shithead’s name is Gargo and now is gone forever thanks to turn undead. Laudna nearly failed her saving throw against same turn undead spell. Keyleth of the air ashari aka kimothee chamalet was there. So was Pussy: the second coming. This episode really had it all

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Word List: Moon

beautiful words with "moon" to try to include in your poem/story

Honeymoon - a period of unusual harmony especially following the establishment of a new relationship

Moonbeam - a ray of light from the moon

Moonbow - a rainbow formed by light from the moon

Mooncalf - a foolish or absent-minded person; simpleton

Moondust - fine dry particles of the moon's soil

Mooneye - a silvery North American freshwater bony fish (Hiodon tergisus)

Moonfaced - having a round face

Moonfish - any of various compressed often short deep-bodied silvery or yellowish marine fishes

Moonflower - a tropical American morning glory (Ipomoea alba synonym Calonyction aculeatum) with fragrant flowers

Mooniness - the quality or state of being moony; dreaminess, inattention

Moonlet - a small natural or artificial satellite

Moonless - lacking the light of the moon

Moonport - a facility for launching spacecraft to the moon

Moonquake - a seismic event on the moon

Moonrise - the rising of the moon above the horizon

Moonroof - a glass sunroof

Moonsail - a light square sail set above a skysail and carried by some clipper ships in light winds

Moonscape - the surface of the moon as seen or as depicted

Moonseed - a twining plant (Menispermum canadense) of eastern North America that has crescent-shaped seeds and black fruits

Moonset - the descent of the moon below the horizon

Moonshine - moonlight; empty talk, nonsense; intoxicating liquor

Moonshot - an extremely ambitious project or mission undertaken to achieve a monumental goal

Moonstone - a transparent or translucent feldspar of pearly or opaline luster used as a gem

Moonstruck - affected by or as if by the moon, such as: romantically sentimental, lost in fantasy or reverie, or not mentally sound

Moonwalk - to dance by gliding backwards while appearing to make forward walking motions

Moonward - toward the moon

Moonwort - a fern of the genus Botrychium (especially B. lunarium); honesty

If any of these words make their way into your next poem/story, please tag me, or send me a link. I would love to read them!

More: Word Lists

[big-moon-little-moon]

a list of people (and non-people) who know Imogen and Laudna are dating as of episode 72 (two months after the kiss)

Chetney

Paté de Rolo, Laudna's dead rat familiar

Ulli, a skysailing instructor from Zephrah

Deanna, because she has absolutely scryed on them and put two and two together

F.R.I.D.A., because Deanna was very excited and told them

Zhudanna, because she thought they were a couple this whole time

Bruda, a cursed pirate skeleton lady with a gambling problem

[ltwilliammowett]

Special sails

We are more familiar with ships that go up to the topgallant sail (t'gallant or t'garns'l), but there are still some special sails that are above it, these are the Royal, the Skysail and above that the Moonraker. Because of the height they reached, these ships were also called skyscrapers, but please do not confuse them with the skyscraper sail, which was hoisted above them in a triangular shape on much larger ships like clipper or steal barques during the 19th and early 20th century.

Royal

A royal is a small sail flown immediately above the topgallant on square rigged sailing ships. It was originally called the "topgallant royal" and was used in light and favourable winds. Royal sails were normally found only on larger ships with masts tall enough to accommodate the extra canvas. Royals were introduced around the turn of the 18th century but were not usually flown on the mizzenmast until the end of that century. It gave its name to a Dutch term for a light breeze-the Royal Sail Breeze or bovenbramzeilskoelte was a Force 2 wind on the Beaufort Scale.

Skysail

In the course of the 18th century (although the first written records do not exist until 1807), skysails began to be hoisted over the Royal, again in good weather and light winds.

Moonraker

The word itself dates back to the 18th century and was the name for a sail that was hoisted directly above the sky sail, and it was only hoisted when there was very little wind, because if the wind was too strong, it would simply tear off.

The Regina Maris, a danish barquentine from 1908 with a watersail ( red circle)

Watersail

A watersail is a sail hung below the boom. It is used mostly on gaff rig boats for extra downwind performance when racing. Often a watersail will be improvised from an unused foresail. Its psychological effects may be more effective than its aerodynamic ones. Surprisingly, its use can be traced back to as early as 1373. Possibly even earlier, since the 12th century.

[saintdollyparton]

Honestly, any time Travis and Marisha's characters are left to their own devices, they're gonna cause chaos. The skysail dogfight is just a more high octane example of what Fjord and Beau were acting like at the fancy Nicodranas party (live show episode) in campaign 2 lol. It's that feral Texas and Kentucky jock-nerd hybrid energy plus they sit next to each other, which makes it better (or worse, depending on your POV) lmao.

[annemarieyeretzian]

chetney and laudna engaged in a skysail race,,, chetney shouting “BOMBS AWAY!”,,, laudna casting prestidigitation and shooting sparks at chetney,,, chetney banking and rolling away,,, laudna shouting “THIS IS WAR!”,,, imogen shooting sparks at chetney too,,, chetney blowing the horn of alarm in imogen’s direction,,, laudna casting infestation and filling her trainer’s face with bees,,, chetney, wearing the butcher’s bib, dripping blood all over zephrah as he zooms above the village,,, talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show-stopping, spectacular,

[sidereon-spaceace]

Concept: an upper limit to how much magic you can use to heal someone

Like how desperately chugging gallons of water in a span of minutes will kill you, how eating far too much food than you're used to can make you sick- in similarly extreme cases, casting too much magic to heal someone from serious injury can cause more problems than you're trying to fix.

Sudden onset of fever and chills, burns, after a certain point the body may just outright reject the magic being applied so that it has no affect.

[druidshollow]

the skysails in my canon are creatures with either big cabs (for people) or cargo holds (for stuff) attached to them. or..... big fancy sails, for festivals, which is where they got their names even though like. skycargoholds would be more accurate lmaooo

they have very simple brains and aerial routes are beamed into their heads, so the people riding them dont have to pilot them. they have massive lungs to draw the small amounts of oxygen they need at high altitudes, and have jets to propel them similarily to vultures. these jets are less made for speed like vultures and more developed for consistent support. skysails are heavier and slower than vultures. again, they are very simple brained, and want for nothing. basiclaly big flying creature computers

[sidereous]

Hey there, patrolling guardsman of this derelict outpost- Those rumors about a restless spirit haunting this moon are just rumors haha right?

Uh...

Right...?

[mtg-cards-hourly]

Valiant Rescuer

The floating city of Skysail has two rules: don't leave your crewmates behind, and don't mess with the guardrails.

Artist: Bram Sels TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link

[dailymtgflavortext]

"I've seen them survive lava, trampling, and a moloch's digestive system. They just roll out and get on with their lives!" —Gannet, Skysail zoologist

-Durable Coilbug

[lunamaraproject]

LUNAMARA: Fragments [2]

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Felix makes sure to stop at the Overlook, as ever. No need to rush through the palace halls to her highness’s side with more portents of their once glorious city’s decline. Instead, he takes a moment to enjoy the view of what else they lost, in the century before. For a short while, he can forget even the weight of the report he carries in his arms.

The Surface is beautiful, even now. 

“Felix!”

He turns his head to look, though he needn’t do so. He knows he will find Cassius Corvus there, and a smile comes easier when he is proven right. It’s returned, though neither of them hide their tiredness from each other. It would be silly to do so, when they know each other’s tells so well. 

“You have manna dust in your hair, Cas,” Felix says, but only after he’s started sweeping his fingers through said dark locks. “You’re meant to eat it, not wear it.”

“I thought you might appreciate the fashion statement,” Cassius bats his hand away, though not hard. “You’re so predictable. Aren’t you bored of looking at it by now?”

“Why would I get bored of it when it’s always changing?” Felix turns his gaze back out to the world below. The glow of their great city used to illuminate all of its trees and mountains as it passed overhead, glimmering off of lakes and rivers and oceans, even highlighting the movements of the many myriad organic animals. 

And the little human towns too, though those are long gone from the Surface now. The scars carved into the earth are all so overgrown one could mistake them for cliffsides and ravines, if it weren’t for how eerily, unnaturally straight they are. 

Cas peers down. “Looks the same to me, Fi.”

“That’s because you have no eye for beauty.”

“I have an eye for you.”

“Oh stop,” Felix laughs, hip-checking him with a grin. “Aren’t you meant to be with little Elsie?”

Cas’ smile falters a little. His gaze moves away. “I’m giving her some space. She tried to commune with Her Majesty again.”

Felix’s own cheer cannot sustain itself. “Still no luck, then.”

A shake of the head.

“I guess this would be a bad time to deliver this report then?”

“Mmn.”

Silence falls between them, punctuated only by the sound of distant, crumbling rock. Something large has collapsed, but the echoes indicate it’s quite far. Hopefully no district that still has anyone awake in it. 

“You know this isn’t sustainable, right?” Cas says lowly, voicing what they shouldn’t voice. It’s not that anyone would berate him for saying it, but still.

“It’s what the Queen decreed before she lead the charge into the Dream,” Felix shrugs a shoulder. “Who are we to deny orders?”

Cas’ jaw clenches. “She’s not going to wake up, Felix.”

“I’ve been accused already of treason today, you know.”

“Be realistic! It’s been 120 years of decline now, as of yesterday!” Cas raises his voice, gesturing around him at the once glorious spires and pillars and waves of carved stone that established Lunamara as the most beautiful city in the sky, the jewel of a golden crown. Now it is the only city in the sky. “Things are not getting better, are not going to get better, if we all just try to sleep through it! We’ll end up lifeless rocks!”

“I, personally, wasn’t ever intending to do any such thing.”

“Then you’ll be left here alone in an empty city!”

“No I won’t,” Felix says, looking right at Cas. “You’ll be here.”

It’s clear that Cas has a lot to say about that, but can’t seem to pick one to start with, and so like too many people trying to cram through a door at once, nothing comes out at all. He stands there, fists clenched and shaking a little like he used to when they were children, and would bicker and argue about meaningless things like archery games and who sat in the front of the skysail. No matter how old they get, however many centuries pass, some things never change. 

Cas finally opens his mouth, but Felix doesn’t get to hear what he intended to say. There’s a crunch and a rumble, and Cas is suddenly much taller than him. Felix's stomach lurches, and he flails his arms helplessly. He’s falling–

And then Cas snatches him, right out of the air, yanking him close with a glow of magic and backing well away from the sudden chasm in the overlook. They cling to each other for a long, silent minute, almost straining to hear the sound of the broken chunk of Lunamara hit the ground. They don’t, of course. The surface is much too far away. Felix is supporting Cas as much as Cas is supporting Felix. Once the numbness of the near-fall passes, Felix immediately turns and starts moving them both over to a bench carved into the wall, sitting down with Cas leaning against his shoulder. “... you could have saved your magic and let me fall,” Felix says eventually.

Cas lifts his head and squints at him. “Why in Luna’s name would I do that?”

“Well,” Felix holds up his empty hands. “I dropped the folder. So it would have saved Rufus the trouble of throwing me off himself.” 

Considering this, Cassius pats Felix’s arm. “Let’s just… keep it between us.”

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More from LUNAMARA:

Fragments [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6]<-- More every Thursday!

Comic [Prologue]

Art by Luka (http://nousanti.tumblr.com/) Story by Pidge (http://pidgestories.tumblr.com/)