#zoe orb

[fyeahspyroandcrash]

[gatoru]

akira i literally just wanted to brainrot about hange i wasn’t expecting u to write a whole fic but GOD it literally put me in heat like oh my god they’re so hot ????? the dialogue??? i need several more parts to this i need to see them in love and having hardcore sex

fast car || hange zoe x reader (teacher’s pet)

cw: cursing, drinking, power imbalance, sex in a car, fingering, mention of college parties, they’re falling for each other lol, typos cause i wrote this on my phone.

a/n: and what if i tell you this is now becoming a whole entire unique universe and possibly a multi-chartered fic, char? then what?

If someone told Hange they would be picking up a college kid at two in the morning, at a venue downtown, they would’ve laughed — they would’ve cackled, actually.

However, Hange wasn’t laughing right now.

It was raining outside, and they took notice you didn’t bring a coat as you approached their car in a tiny skirt and crop top. The fishnets were just for dramatics, they figure.

“Nice ride.” You giggle once you enter their car, as if it was the first time.

“Yeah, good for picking up ladies at suspicious locations.” Hange comments, turning the engine on again.

You laugh.

“This place isn’t suspicious.” You argue, trying to prove a point.

“Babe” Hange laughs, not noticing the nickname that fell from their lips — but you do, and you’ll probably write it on your journal once you get home. “That guy in the corner was barking at someone else”

“Hey, maybe he had his reason” you comment, taking your heels off.

“And you,” They ask, taking a turn left. “Did you have a reason to call me? Tipsy, nonetheless?”

A wave of heat blooms on your cheeks, as you mumble something they can’t quite hear.

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

You sigh.

“Missed you, that’s all.”

-

Despite the fact you only had two drinks — a mojito and a sex on the beach, to be more specific — you feel drunk, lost in Hange’s presence.

At this point, you don’t know where your body starts and theirs ends. Zoe’s hands are all over the place, looking for your sweet spots to earn more whimpers from you — like a reward.

Hange’s car — as eccentric as them, a Mustang, as far as your car knowledge goes — was your love shack for the night. A thirty minute drive seemed like too much time to keep your hands from each other.

“Can’t get enough of you” you confess in between kisses, heart hammering against its organic cage, threatening to explode out of your chest “you’re the best I’ve ever had”

Hange stop on their tracks, and you consider if maybe you’ve gone too far — maybe this is it.

“Wait.” They start, and you can’t quite place the look on their eyes. Was it anger? Disappointment? “Best you’ve ever had?”

You nod.

“I wasn’t even trying.” The sigh, hands cupping your face. “What were your other partners like? What were your boy toys treating you like that you’re so impressed by a few quickies?”

You gasp as Hange shoves a finger inside your pussy, thrusting with a hint of possessiveness. With a smile nothing short of wolffish, they place open mouthed kisses on your chest, catching one of your nipples and sucking it.

“They were… nothing like you” You moan, confessing your sins to God themself. “Never treated me like this.”

The chuckle, dark chocolate orbs looking straight into yours.

“Like what?” They mumble against your soft skin.

“Like I’m worth something.”

Your words make Hange grow quiet, however they don’t cease their movements — still fingering you with as much passion as before, if not more. They look into your eyes, finding nothing but vulnerability. Inside their heart, they know they truth: Hange could live a thousand lives and still wouldn’t deserve someone like you.

“Oh, you sweet thing.” Your professor whispers, as if it’s just a secret — as if it’s something only you could fully understand. “I’ll show you exactly what you’re worth.”

[mrmossmichael]

It's been 10 years since the first Guardians of the Galaxy movie came out in August-1-2014 and let me tell ya: it was an AWESOME movie and hey, I hooked on the feeling about this movie, y'all. It's about a brash space adventurer Peter Quill A.K.A. Star Lord (Chris Pratt) finds himself the quarry of relentless bounty hunters after he steals an orb coveted by Ronan (Lee Pace) a powerful villain. To evade Ronan, Quill is forced into an uneasy truce with four disparate misfits: gun-toting Rocket Raccoon (Bradley Cooper), treelike-humanoid Groot (Vin Diesel) who always says "I am Groot" all the time instead of saying about something else, enigmatic Gamora (Zoe Saldaña) and vengeance-driven Drax the Destroyer (Dave Bautista), but when he discovers the orb's true power and the cosmic threat it poses, Quill must rally his ragtag group to save the universe. Do you know what's gonna work? Here's the correct answer: teamwork! Always remember, there's no "I" in team.

[fungalpieceofshit]

[Musharna Mail! A nightmare that isn't yours…]

//CONTENT WARNING! POKEMON DEATH!

[Outcasted from your family, you become a trainer.

Find and make your own family you told yourself.

So you did...

And the first one that you cared for and truly loved? Is gone.

One mishap was all it took, as you stare down at the body of a Espeon... misshapen from a improper evolution, you shake and cry, you didn't mean to, you didn't know, you were too excited to get your dream pokemon... you didn't understand the harm that orb could bring...]

[ You wake up...

That Espeon looked familiar...

Isn't that the Espeon of that girl? The one that looks like a tuxedo cat...? He seemed alive and well when she posted about him... huh.]

//@trainerlynda

[Part of him is just glad this one wasn't about something haunting his own life... but the rest of him still feels a bit of that grief and remorse. He looks at Zoe, who glows back reassuringly. She's here.

[Still... was that a memory? Or a deep-seated anxiety, the kind that popped up during otherwise mundane moments and didn't leave. If it was a memory... that poor Espy. That poor Trainer.]

[shyareads]

Born Into Legacy | Dean Winchester

Summary: It was 2001 when young Emilia Quinn found out she was pregnant by her current boyfriend, Dean Winchester.

Instead of ditching her, he stays. He never left the hunting life, but Emilia did.

Once John went missing, Emilia felt like it was time to get back on the road...even if it was with a three year old in the backseat.

[Season 1-3]

[Dean x POC!OFC]

Rated M for Mature.

Warnings: angst, mentions of childbirth, pregnancy, fluff, canon violence, implied smut, smut

Chapter One: Prologue

2001

"I'm pregnant."

There was a pause in the room, everything was silent. The young man, who was equally responsible for the bun in the oven, was almost afraid to speak. He couldn't.

He didn't know what to say. He didn't know what to do.

The young woman, the expecting mother, was suddenly overwhelmed with the silence. The thought of disappointing her boyfriend, his brother, his father. She didn't know what came over her but once the tears started to pour, they didn't stop.

"Hey," the young man whispered. He wanted to get her attention, seeing her cry was the worst. "Hey, Em, come on. Don't do that. Don't cry."

Em scoffed just before she laughed humorlessly. "Don't cry. Dean...I'm pregnant. I'm a hunter. I have no family. Not to mention I'm only eighteen."

"Well, you got me," Dean told her. He took a seat beside her. Her cold hands were then cover with his warm palms. "You got Sam. You got my dad–"

"How are we gonna tell John?" Em shook her head. "He's just going to ship me back to Bobby's."

Dean got on his knees to be in front of the young lady. His emerald eyes staring into her brown orbs. He placed a hand on her cheek. "I'll handle it. I'm gonna take of you and the kid. I promise."

Emilia couldn't stay annoyed with herself for too long. That was the thing, her and Dean have known each other since they were kids, he always knew what to say to make her feel better.

Dean kissed her forehead before leaving the hotel room.

2002

"Come on, Em. You can do this!" Dean encouraged his girlfriend.

Her grip on his hand was getting tighter as she screamed.

"Ms. Quinn, I need one more push. Just one more."

"Okay," Emilia whispered before taking a deep breath. She gave it her all.

Then suddenly, she felt like a weight was lifted off her shoulder, except she didn't hear it. She didn't hear a cry.

"Is my baby okay?" The worried new mother asked. "Answer me, please."

The doctor turned the quiet baby around. The infant's blue face was troubling.

Dean held onto Em's hand, he was scared. But he was prepared for the worst.

The doctor slapped the baby's bottom. In return, the little bundle of joy started wailing.

The new parents smiled.

"Congratulations, your new baby girl," The doctor held up the baby for her parents to see her.

Dean melted. She was perfect. She had soft, curly brown hair. Her cheeks were like little plums. He couldn't make out her eyes just yet because she had them closed.

Dean Winchester thought he loved Emilia. He thought he loved Sam. But this love for the babe in front of him was a new feeling.

Emilia took in Dean's gaze at their baby. She was so proud of him. She was proud of herself. Yes, they were young. Yes, they didn't know what the were in for. But she didn't care. As long as she had Dean and their daughter, nothing else mattered.

2005

"Mommy, sing to me, sing to me," The toddler sang, twirling around in her pink dress. Emilia nodded her head, staying on beat.

"Zoe, girl, did you know that you use to live in my tummy? Zoe, girl, did you know that I'm in love with being your mommy?" Emilia joined in. Zoe smiled so wide.

She looked like Dean. The little girl have lightly brown skin, wild sandy blonde hair, big brown eyes, and a rad personality that lit up her parents world.

"You are my world, my favorite girl," Zoe continued, off-key. She grabbed her mother's hand and grinned.

Her mother returned the grin, there were tears in her eyes. She loved Zoella Claire Winchester so much. She never expected to become a mom, but she wasn't mad that it happened. She thanked God for her child, and her boyfriend.

"Mama?" Zoella called out. The little girl started stacking her dolls, stuffing them in her dollhouse.

"Yes, my sweets," Emilia answered as she walked in the kitchen.

"When is daddy and papa gonna be back?"

The mother turned around, she grabbed the apple juice off the dining table.

She sighed, "I don't know, pumpkin. Your daddy said a couple of days."

"Days? That's a long time. Too long," Zoe complained as she placed her little hands on her hips. Em shook her head. That little Winchester was a sassy one.

"What? You want me to call him?"

"I wanna talk to papa."

That was another thing. Zoella loved John Winchester. Whenever she was at daycare and they had to talk about their mommy or daddy, Zoe always asked if she could talk about her papa.

Emilia grabbed her purse and pulled out her phone, dialing John's number. When the line started ringing, Em gave the toddler the phone.

"Hello?" John answered but it sounded like he was whispering.

"Papa! Hi! I miss you!" Zoe exclaimed as she walked into the other room.

Emilia chuckled to herself. She stood there for a moment before looking the refrigerator to try to figure out what's for dinner.

"When's you coming back home, pop?" The toddler asked as she made a spot on the couch. John sighed.

"I don't know, buttercup. Have you seen your daddy yet?"

Zoella shook her head as if John could see her. "Not yet, papa."

"I have to go, cupcake. Promise me you'll be sweet?"

The little girl smiled to herself. "No."

"Zoella Claire," John said sternly. He usually goofed around with her but this time he couldn't. He had other things on his mind.

Zoe frowned. "Yes, I's gonna be sweet."

"Good," John sighed again. He didn't know how to break down what he was wanting to say for his grand baby to understand. "Listen, papa is gonna be a little busy for a while. You know what that means, right?"

"Long time?"

Hearing the sadness in her voice broke his heart. "Yeah, buttercup, long time."

"I don't want you to go."

"I have to. I love you."

"I love you too." Then it was silent on the other end. Zoella pouted, she slowly walked back in the kitchen.

Emilia noticed Zoe's change of mood. "Hey, what's wrong?"

Zoe shook her head before running off to her room.

Em turned the stove down so the food she was cooking could simmer. Without hesitation, she followed her child into her room.

And there was Zoe, playing with her blocks. Her mother could tell she was sad, but she didn't know why.

"Hey, why the long face?"

"Papa is gonna be gone for a longs time."

Emilia was use to that though. Dean and John would leave for weeks at a time, just couldn't stay away from that hunting life.

"He'll be back before you know it. I promise."

"Okay, mommy."

Dinner was quiet. Zoe didn't say much, she mostly played over her food. Emilia started to worry about the toddler.

After cleaning up and putting away food, it was bath time, and that lifted the toddler's spirit.

"I have to sleep?"

"Yes, ZoZo love, you have to sleep. You have daycare in the morning." Emilia kissed her daughter's forehead before tickling her.

Zoe giggled, kicking her little feet, messing up the sheets on her bed.

"Goodnight, baby."

"Goodnight mommy."

Just as Emilia was about to go to bed, she heard the front door unlock. Immediately, she grabbed her gun, her finger on the safety lock.

She slowly trailed her way into the living room. Then she noticed a little light in the kitchen, when she walked in she saw a someone with their head in the refrigerator. Fortunately, she knew this person.

"Dean!" Em said, making her presence known.

She startled him a little, casing to hit his head on the roof of the fridge.

He stood up and turned around to see his beautiful girlfriend in her nightgown.

"Mmm, happy to see me?" He flirted. Em rolled her eyes but she couldn't help smirk that crept to her lips.

"You're a big dummy. Where's John?"

That's when Dean frowned. "I don't know. He's not answering my calls."

"I'm sure he's fine. Zoe talked to him earlier."

Dean scoffed before giving Em a small smile. "Of course he'd answer her calls."

"That little one has a force to be reckoned with," Emilia laughed. "I wouldn't want to be on her bad side."

"I know that's right," Dean looked around. "Where's my baby anyways?"

"It's damn near midnight, she's asleep. I want to keep it that way."

Dean nodded. He looked at Em and smirked. "Well, since you were about to go to bed anyway..." The Winchester grabbed his Lady, his arms wrapped around her waist. He kissed her.

That's always something she missed. His soft lips, the way he held her. Emilia deepened the kiss, exploring his mouth. Something she hasn't done in weeks.

Dean then led Em to their bedroom where they continued their need for heated passion.

That morning, Dean woke up in bed by himself. He groaned. He loved sleep, he hated waking up.

Before he did anything else, he checked his phone.

He became more alert when he noticed a voicemail from his father.

He pressed play and listened to it. He shook his head before putting on his clothes.

2005

Emilia spent all day at work, she was a waitress in the morning and an after school teacher in the evening.

She was happy to finally be home. She grinned when she saw the impala was still parked outside of their home.

"Look who's here, zozo!"

"Daddy?!"

"Yeah!" Em quickly got her daughter out of her car seat. Zoe wasted no time in running in the house.

She ran into her parents bedroom. Her eyes widen with excitement to see her dad come out of their bathroom.

"Daddy!"

Dean's heart melted every time she called him that. He opened his arms for her to run to him and she did. He picked her up, holding onto to her in a tight embrace.

"My ladybug, I've missed you."

Zoe leaned back to look at her dad's face. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. I couldn't stay away from my baby for too long."

Emilia stood at the doorway, she loved it when those two would interact. "Hey, you two, what do you guys want for dinner?"

"Pizza!" Zoe yelled from her father's arms. Dean chuckled.

"You heard the little boss, babe. We want pizza."

Emilia rolled her eyes before she laughed. Dean placed Zoe on her feet. "Hey, go get your blocks and meet me in living room. Daddy gotta talk to mommy."

"Okay!" Zoe ran out of the room.

Dean's smiled turned into a slight frown. Emilia quickly caught on to that. Something was not right.

"What's wrong?"

"It's my dad...he's missing. I got this voicemail–"

"John's not missing."

"Oh yeah? You know where he's located at this very moment?"

Emilia folded her arms. "Okay, continue."

"I need to find him. I'm leaving."

The young mother scoffed. "That's so like you. Do you even think about us? About your daughter?"

"Em–"

"No, I don't want to hear that. You're missing her life, Dean! You weren't even here when she took her first steps or when she said her first words."

She was starting to make Dean feel bad.

"I know and I'm–"

"Which is why we're coming with you."

Dean froze when she said that. Not really sure if he heard her right. "What?"

"John's missing and we need to find him. I don't want you doing it alone so me and Zoe are coming with you."

Dean shook his head, not liking the idea. "What if it gets dangerous?"

"Luckily, Zoe has two amazing parents who will make sure nothing bad ever happens to her."

Emilia closed the space between her and Dean, kissing his lips slowly. "Just let me help."

"Okay, let's start packing," Dean said, grabbing a bag for his lady. He paused, forgetting to mention one more thing. "Oh, and we're going to get Sam."

Emilia turned around. "What?"

[movies-to-add-to-your-tbw]

Title: Guardians of the Galaxy

Rating: PG-13

Director: James Gunn

Cast: Chris Pratt, Zoe Saldana, Dave Bautista, Vin Diesel, Bradley Cooper, Lee Pace, Michael Rooker, Karen Gillan, Djimon Hounsou, John C. Reilly, Glenn Close, Benicio del Toro, Laura Haddock, Sean Gunn, Peter Serafinowicz, Christopher Fairbank

Release year: 2014

Genres: adventure, action, science fiction

Blurb: Light years from Earth, 26 years after being abducted, Peter Quill finds himself the prime target of a manhunt after discovering an orb wanted by Ronan the Accuser.

[psielapki]

@playselect's   navi   &   zoe   /   prompted

i can't help you.

                    𝘵𝘩𝘦   𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭   𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯   𝘰𝘯   𝘵𝘩𝘦   𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘯   𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘺'𝘴   𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦   𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴   at   the   words   ever   so   slightly,   as   zoe   fights   the   hardest   of   battles   to   keep   believing   in   the   promise   of   a   better   time.   perhaps   it   was   foolish   to   cross   realms   &   seek   help   amongst   different   lands,   different   people   ;   ones   that   aren't   familair   with   what   horrors   ripto   unleashes   on   the   worlds   of   avalar   wouldn't   possibly   understand   the   urgency   behind   her   requests.

                    then,   again,   there   are   villains   everywhere   一   evils   beyond   one's   comprehension   if   they   aren't   native   to   the   source   of   the   issue.

                    her   heart   breaks.   she   saw   summer   forest's   castle   flags   replaced   with   that   disgusting   maw   of   the   dinosaur.   it's   only   a   matter   of   time   before   he   reaches   other   palaces,   other   kingdoms,   terrorizing   all   the   inhabitants   &   destroys   everything   in   his   wake.

                    ❝   i一   ❞   she   cuts   herself   off,   rethinking   what   she   was   about   to   say   ;   rearranging   the   words,   reconsidering   her   tone.   it's   resigned   when   she   opens   her   mouth   again.   ❝   i   understand.   your   homeworld   has   it's   own   burdens.   ❞   navi   cannot   be   blamed.   it's   avalar's   issue,   and   avalar's   only.

                    zoe's   opalescent   wings   fall   down   upon   her   back   and   her   eyes   fill   with   tears.   she's   desperate.   she'll   do   anything.   anything.

                    lithe   fingers   curl   around   a   jadeite   jewel,   it's   golden   bands   circling   around   in   the   pixie   -   powder   dusted   palm.

                    ❝   but   please一   can  you...   can   you   take   this   orb   and   hide   it   well,   wherever   you   think   it's   safest?   please.   i'm   begging.   ❞

[libidomechanica]

In begging him, the worth

A rispetto sequence

               I

The Cuppe, and many a want of beauties seized her islands, or been of Denmark, for Ophelia brought of himself anew beyond the

tiles, for long to make them teare. I see the budded quicks, o tell you kiss your Valentine. I hear thee to my sable Friar Bacon!

               II

How fares it with music roll, and burn. May revisit thee as I ought, to march with violence to that envise all, then Christian scorner,

but die, as may be Punic the antique Persians taught with kindled from his heaved breast. I slip the thing as it grew lucent as glass.

               III

Or ran the sea; and wooing is that goes all which kindled the Will and every wave enthrones of the twelve steps as there. While yet beside;

and in the ditch again. Of all things pass, and ocean-plains with feet and break the sad mishap—but why? But this sterile perquisite.

               IV

’Er dream’d out: and stretch lame hands so oft bynempt. Some straying on my lords of content and waves kept the dim desolation, and Zoe

spent. Her shade by whom he spoken of disconsolate the Shadow watching that broke for thought avails the day close her crimson fringes.

               V

Into Bagdad came all sideways, and in my arms, she shifts, shirts, jackets, or come ye in peace in the doorway, darken on the season’s

colder part were in such alcoves to strive to keep so sweet words of Hell; who murmur’d, and woe among? With their high-built nest. Then let go.

               VI

When I the Arrow, I the Arrow- head. A glory from household, we know than that breath; and flowering still; and on every girl in

a city;—I should, that makes seen in privately bent, two legs protege; while he sleeps the summons from the friar of Orders Gray.

               VII

But Juan wore the primrose yet is dead, who stay there was enter’d the radiate: fierce men of rathe and post and flew to herself with the

wind? By thy poet drags a labouring breasts and complete the black- lined map of his curtain’d, No hungry jacobins the use of helth.

               VIII

And Love the chamber, and so he type she shook her languages did started all, the breezes blew reveillée to the vortex of our actors,

artists, and he saw increasing on his brethren twelue, that the dormitory, then let go. The same, we readiness to Pall Mall.

               IX

How blanch’d with the fray. Nor bowl of wassail mantle hairy, to these orbs of visions: they track’d the Moon a Year—while they are obedient,

the cabin-window waved of course these do not spoken; but Theotormon broke and made the rights on all legal ways most humble shade.

               X

Then stand like of heart alarm’d, aw’d with night, was also did shine, in such other, touch entire, except his face; all that not on your

absences I glimpse of the world to th’world, and wrist. Hath still set them sympathetic, because all the yet-loved sire who but Lippo!

               XI

A thing, where nor time in years which led by his gracious, graceful as Dian, wherein campeth, spread, under the princesses averted

are from Plutoes balefull bowre I trowe can be belief in white thorns and friends, as if t were a plague ’bove scorn the twilight is still.

               XII

Out of a station in the South that sittest ranging with an Ionian accent, low and good. Of comforts of old, but there to the prey

of generous love, and dear to me such who speak; her eye. So is it the old Tyrian tunic of Dido’s alpha beta betters!

               XIII

Too much; but subserves to the cold crypts where kindlier day; touch the morning and of Juan, when I forget, or a good night, and carp, and

ere he used to pieces. The sky of a guest; and two or thrown, dotting the ground his sleeve and brute; though so much in unity with woe.

               XIV

And already not on yonder you squeal at and fiddle. From April days, and heard the harbor should allured, and one is sinking

dolefully, until he reach’d that mild beasts, grows on mortal pinions to them real: the longing the approved us one. Now tread a face!

               XV

She comb’d even those restless, hush’d my deepest measure! And think how we show’d them has sold, I saye as somewhat for thy I weene the

labouring punishment. But whether such perils, more purpose in you, don’t much blissful shore. Upon her noblest sphere I find its core like.

               XVI

And all the water found. A withered in its current to see what possessor were at my sheep look up, and echo back her officer,

in case of doubt not win; but now my oat proceeds, and that you will be false, how happy, for the waves she went up the beginning.

               XVII

Nor let the dreary changes of every drop on drop which we dare invoke to the same things in fragrant too, who dislike in Nature,

banish sleep the gate call’d again. A savage sort would do it, exception to the immersion, who wore the burning found understand!

               XVIII

Might have been done, such as an old book, and low! Now crystal—and dread. Or eagle’s wing, or at least one oar their joyous days. Upon their

toil; nor yet thus, that fly with Hannibal, and my lord’s heart thumping like a Turk, or Greeks she took a lessons are also heart, be torn.

               XIX

When they were, none distinguish pay. One whispers to their money on the true. A gale; and hell, at once did not refused another king

was sisters of a double that any blow struck down to the city, sore be sprites did My foe outstript me in its toy!

               XX

Not been pure, or is the envier? Just at thy owne will embarrass most people of the glass; I speak their turn the white hairs on the grief

be changeful dreamless he wish’d to know the sacrifice: though I hear thy lieutenancie to the same ring. In summo foelicitas.

               XXI

Her office was to thee, then come home, my love so much as could be demolished. And she tender to be seen fanning the bowers, and

how does for a loftiest kingdoms meek of joy, I slip the wind would but give these sulphury revels, that like an open fields, and die.

               XXII

But Summer, others were it seem’d upset; and dry’d him safe into thee, thus, thus they must yield their golden opes, the owl, the soul! Meets

the youngest sate on Pilgrimage were somewhat slain son, a bill the circle of their though cast together. So envious meant to breede.

               XXIII

And his scull will mock thee form cells? Fair Adeline was read; it is the wickedness like twilight renew, the season’s children come never

reach’d the boy’s mite, ’ and quaint enamel of this worse, alas! Turn then faith, and voices took the bark of friendly sigh’d and afterwards.

               XXIV

Vague desires, like twilight gay meteor of a happy thoughts quite as quite necessary to the sand swam round the long alone?

Let’s beard, she was well as spoil their backs, and dark, let us back to Lilliput, and there was one fit for each ecstatic instantly?

               XXV

Where if men seek this hard a science chill winter wind, concerns you too be wisdom sleeps or more love, gold, and their image comforts on

her cheek: I am not leaves to be all these should be the little confusion. Cut through all that errs from heaths starr’d with might to six A.

               XXVI

Been the Past in outward show, while the hour when first—but what we wanted to beat high, and distance from the seas, in fact as well as a

cane that forget. Or was, beauteous region both, however, this flat lawn with sandals gray; and coldly; lights of light arbour, no dark graves!

               XXVII

A shade of pain: o sorrow makes us loud in the joys of richer until morning lies dead, and then she protested, or anything:

god slays Himself as kindled the whole moon is hid; the grantors,— yet so far the richest field. And in the faculty, when the first.

               XXVIII

The church like flower inscrib’d with nothing can confounded comrade’s though hate nor envy e’er can be pleasure, yet they surveyed. Her eyes:

by love’s chime: I own no prosody can physicians say, or rather suffering leaf, and by themselves we prided leander, Mr.

               XXIX

The one I ate? Nor leaves your hands they go to warble; and nought by lessons are also had all beside thy selfe did giue the door, it

must box without their nurses, loving kindly, ever she will I hear about the beach, the sunny land of youth in love with his eyes.

               XXX

Take away the wine, in such other’s bowers with many planes above my love shall cease. Accompanied by the heart of Europe’s

eye on eye, that slender shadows of four hamlets round her warriors by the rolling waves, which yielded a day’s life, make love of women!

               XXXI

Th’ exacted by Bacchanalian- like besmear’d with all the Sacrament, will wince whose life advancing wings, and the young Livonian.

Which credit with your world for ever night i’ th’ year, at best a convulsion tearless, as are young race of those who dared not.

               XXXII

And dread voice than wise; yet poortith cauld, and what garden, taste refin’d to reduced, as looks in the heap a moment of praise. I long to

mend, that Nature their gay wardrobe wear when gusts shake still at striues to the deity of plainness and the stiff and queen: and all the life!

               XXXIII

And such a pilgrimage were lost, I call, now burgeons every dew- drink-offering like that. But the dim desolation of piastres. Should

at least, which averse from his music roll, and strange, and then a slightly spent, and when soft voice than for all help thinking, here to a tune.

               XXXIV

Days the foxglove spire, for every fair; some things, has parting for four, and howlest, issuing out their well described—what’s still be found so

forth, to kiss their salvation was perfect as I enter. Juan, by some disappointed scarcely can return, and many a sally.

               XXXV

Her off in vain, like to a rendezvous, and never restore for that, for thy voice! For all he speaks in an empress, but nought to the

chill wink and dry away, like my present rest: but where they did end. Sitting as they her in your fruitful hours, and dipt in garrison.

               XXXVI

Our love in schools, let random sun and marvell’d, stricken thro’ the former years might not ugly, and ready, and high, while the most women

anywhere; for some odd angle for word acknowledge? I said, so long, and I hid in Leutha’s vale: art thou wilt, thou hear, Eadwacer?

               XXXVII

But open converse is the usual look me thro’ the dreams, and sitting on the Russian office was abhor—in cities caged. If

fair Gulbeyaz overdid her Face beneath. The cables of pain: o sorrow drowning song. By park and drown mind and root, in some piece-meal!

               XXXVIII

I am poor brother Angelico’s the world to th’ shades where all them Mars, bellona, what matter who had now dilated

my ideal, for my Jeanie. To the fair faces on the spirit, and decided to help each other for some still perfumes of sin.

               XXXIX

By nature’s ancestors are, or with thine the student at me. His licensed boldness of people would not solace can I fly no farther

he well-built organ, doubtless thou wert true? No world for beauty being about to the captive Jews by Baba’s fault, he said No!

               XL

Thou camst, flye backe to his on you covered my lichen-faithful answerless, lustful joys the wild wind and gay Koutousow’s most precautious

benches. There speaks in a fray, half letting in the true. And with fashionable wing, deflow’ring to the ledges of the type this den.

               XLI

Tho’ I since in that brings but one. As ever trod before, reduc’d to bear thy lip, and laid youngling weep. When one’s wrong has he who turns

was guide to each, and harps divinely sang, and forks clank’d by waters shone the moon is hid; the green field that slain by what the well-built nest.

[gemwing1988]

Elora: Before you get to the castle dungeon, Spyro, I thought you might want to know how Ripto and his monsters arrived in Avalar. You see, last week in the Winter Tundra, the Professor was working on some new Super Portal technology…

This flashback sequence was a very entertaining cutscene. I just love the improvements in the Reignited Trilogy where they had fixed Crush and Gulp both falling atop of Ripto when it was originally just Gulp in the original PS1 despite the following quote, “Get off me! Get off me, you USELESS BUFFOONS!”

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Not to mention we also see how the Professor had broken his glasses when Ripto in he remastering and grabbed him by the front of his lab coat while sniffing around for dragons, and then callously shuffled the poor Professor back, thus making him accidentally breaking his glasses.

It’s also funnier when they had Crush bashing his fist on the Super Portal rather than standing cluelessly in front of it while figuring out what he had to do. Yeah, nice going ordering him to go back home to pack your bags when deciding to move in, Ripto. 😒

I also love how they had made each fairy in the cutscene much more different in the remaster rather than making them each a recolour of Zoe’s character model like in the original game. While it was funny how Ripto was clinging onto one of the Orbs while the fairy comically carries him off through the gateway leading outside of the castle while he was threatening her, it was very commendable of the fairy to be strong to carry both her Orb and Ripto, who was clinging onto it with just one hand into the air in the remake was an impressive feat.

Many kudos to the all the amazing people for putting into a lot of effort in making the cutscenes in the Reignited Trilogy even more expressive and fun for all the fans, including myself. ☺️

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Was that [ZOE SALDANA]? Oh no no, that was just [GAMORA], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [MARVEL]. They are [THIRTY-FIVE] years old, use [SHE/HER], and [ARE ] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.

Gamora has been in D.C for about three years but till recently she didn't have her memories. She's had them for about a month now.

Gamora Zen Whoberi Ben Titan was a former Zehoberei assassin and a former member of the Guardians of the Galaxy. She became the adopted daughter of Thanos and adopted sister of Nebula after he killed half of her race. Gamora served him for years before betraying him in an attempt to free herself from his ways. She was hired to steal the Orb, and after becoming involved in the Quest for the Orb, she befriended the other members of the Guardians of the Galaxy. After the Battle of Xandar, she left to work with them all. Having made a deal with the Sovereign to kill the Abilisk, Gamora was able to regain custody of Nebula with the intention of finally bringing her to justice in Xandar.

However, her mission to punish Nebula was delayed when Gamora and the Guardians came into contact with Ego, the long-lost father of Star-Lord. While Ego claimed he simply wanted to bond with his son, Gamora was suspicious and, alongside Nebula who had freed herself, discovered Ego's evil intentions to destroy and rebuild the universe. Upon this discovery, the Guardians teamed up to destroy the living planet, succeeding with the help of Mantis, who joined the group, but at the cost of Yondu Udonta sacrificing his life.

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Would this buff to Zoe be enough for talented support players like Keria to pull it out in pro play at Worlds 2022?

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Of course, she won’t actually be a threat unless the support player knows how to excel on this high-skill cap champion. Now that minions killed by allied champions will also drop orbs if she’s within 1,500 range, it completely changes the circumstances for Zoe support, who now has better access to Spell Thief. T1 support Ryu “Keria” Min-seok practiced her at bot during MSI 2022 in solo queue, on top of support Ashe, which he has played at a competitive level. That, however, has never stopped pro players from trying support Zoe who does not take farm. Since enemy minions are a reliable source for Spell Thief, mid lane Zoe never had a problem stocking up. Zoe can pick up spells with Spell Thief from two sources: spell shards dropped by enemy champions after they cast a Summoner Spell or use an item’s active, or from enemy minions that Zoe kills.

(New) Spell thieves: Minions killed by Allied champions will now also drop orbs while Zoe is within 1500 range.

Heimerdinger bot, Morgana jungle, Azir top stun in T1 vs DK playoffs seriesīuffs to Zoe support in LoL patch 12.16 opens up creative possibilities Credit: Riot Games.

Nerfed for just a day, Yuumi suddenly gets buffed in patch 12.16 hotfix.

The biggest change, however, is to Spell Thief, which buffs her in the support role at bot. In this patch, the game developers are making it more rewarding for Zoe players who land Sleepy Trouble Bubble by increasing its base damage. Mages in mid that thrive are those that deal damage over time and who prefer building Liandry’s Anguish as their Mythic item, such as Anivia, Swain, and Cassiopeia. Since LoL patch 12.10’s Durability Update, burst mages have fallen out of the meta. Of all the things it could have done, Riot Games went out of its way to buff Zoe support in the latest League of Legends patch 12.16.

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from the cold embrace of death , the girl has risen , crimson life force and the pure , carnal craving for it driving her forward , body thrusted from the dark realm of nothingness and the cruel awareness of it . trembling hands try in vain to brace her form as she pushes herself from the dirt wrought ground beneath . breaths are taken , lungs filling ribcage as chest feels like it may burst - so much power within one so small , and yet she feels so weak . fingers shake as hands find nearby bronze chalice filled with the one thing she desires most .

not a drop is wasted , and as familiar hazel hues bore into her the sky morphs scarlet , a monster reborn anew . the very thing the world was terrified of had come to pass , no turning back now . lightning cracks along the clouds overhead , cerulean orbs flashing amber as black fills sclera , veins protruding under them . swift motion as the cup is thrown and it shattered against a tree into smithereens . it was not enough to satisfy the beast within ; but would it ever be ? " . . . zoe , " focus slowly moving to @bnsons . " _ run ! "

[bigswigrollers]

assorted ORB gifs!

[orbmanson7]

I love how this meme is already dying irl but it totally suits Zoe's character and will be eternal in this game

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[silentsenior09]

New adventure with a familiar little purple dragon.