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idontliketomatoesleavemealone · 2 years

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We need to talk more about the animals on the isle because I have two crocodiles, several cats, two tigers, an entire pride of lions (most of those aren’t OCs but whatever), three fawns, bear triplets, several shapeshifters VKs, and various big cat hybrids, and I have barely mentioned most of them

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eyebaus · 1 year

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sorry buddy, can’t let you live <:-|

#scotl #sky children of the light #sky: children of the light #illustration #etched #their job is to survey more dangerous reas of the wasteland n those places have lil creatures #most of which are Not docile #some of em get too close to sky kids that wind up in dangerous areas and Sieni has to exterminate them #to prevent them from following the sky kids anywhere/sharing the scent they got to breach safer areas #especially since these specific ones can mimic the look of moths fairly well #that’s actually how Sieni n nuri met! because nuriel got tricked thinking they were following a moth

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without-ado · 11 months

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Successful third launch of Nuri Rocket 2023

By putting its payload of eight satellites into orbit, Nuri has proved South Korea’s capabilities for space transportation.

#nuri #south korea #korea #satellites #space #astrophotography #astronomy #solar system #universe #stars #rocket launch #night #sky #galaxy #planets #누리호

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perenlop · 9 months

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Oh moving on from Rescue Team but I'm definitely set on Nuri x Gengar being canon to starfallverse now

#aughhhhhhhh i wish art block would go away cause i want to draw them #i wanna tweak chip and nuri's designs #also mayyybe give designs to my new popplio/sprigatito team in sky?#their names are calypso and iris respectively. they wont be canon to starfall but i love them as their own thing #their name is team seaweed #psmd team is obviously due for an update considering im changing the pokemon in them entirely #i want to do that ahead of time cause it just may help me decide if i want a chikorita or fennekin hero #gti team is staying relatively untouched btw. except for maybe elliott since i sorta want to tweak xem #but i love eris's design #echoed voice #pmd posting

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simsparrows · 2 years

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“Your key to survival may come down to weaponless combat,” Musa said, his booming voice carrying over the fight. “How well can you dodge or how easily can you topple your opponent without a spear or a knife? The answer to these questions may be the difference between life or death.”

“Hmm,” Gharr grumbled. “Terrible footwork on your girl, Sky.”

Sky sat on the edge of his stone stool, watching his two eldest children scrap. He ignored Gharr’s comment. His children were trained by him. He knew they were good fighters. He taught them well.

“That’s right Fern, keep him away,” Sky murmured to himself. “Don’t kick too high, Forest! You’ll knock yourself off balance.”

There were varying degrees of attention and interest in the fight of their fellow teenage tribespeople. Dandelion looked on bored, tired after his own fight a round earlier. Meanwhile, Nuri was attempting to distract Granga with gossip.

Granga’s eyes were fixed on the three one-on-one fights happening in the center of their teaching room.

“So...do you have intentions to marry Limli or are your affections fleeting...she would like to know,” Nuri said, her voice lost in the commotion of grunts from the fighters and the commands and observations of their elders.

The fights were not the childhood stretching and air punching of their youth. Those fighting were going after their opponents with all their might.

Gharkk was busy trying to explain the moves and the fighting that Limli and Nbolki could clearly see transpiring in front of them. Both of the women were unimpressed and tuning him out.

As the room watched, Ruko nicely managed to miss a flying kick from his opponet, Ando.

Limli was sweating and it was from more than just the ferocity of the summer heat.

Tali had been losing ground the entire fight and the fury on her face was known. She waited for the perfect opportunity, watching each minute movement of Amina’s facial expressions and then--

WHAM! Tali took Amina to the ground and scrambled to top her.

Amina’s head hit the fur covered dirt floor hard. She lifted her head up in a daze. Her opponent became a blur of brown fur and red hair.

“Enough!” Musa called and all at once the fighting was finished. The opponents bowed to each other and panting faced the elder council.

Amina’s eyes remained downcast, but she could feel her father’s frustration and angry moving through the room in waves.

“Very good work today,” Musa cleared his throat. “Expert take down Tali. It seems Amina has much work to do.”

The room’s tension popped with the disappointment in his words. What filled its place were sad eyes toward Amina who had to stand there stoically as her father berated her skills. Musa was tough on each of them, but his daughter most of all.

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rentfreeinmyskull · 4 months

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got bored and wrote out Nuri and Leiko's first encounter.

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Nuri stumbled back, just barely dodging the orange swipe of the Sith’s blade. She heard a deep groan from further into the ship - the systems were failing. It would be only a matter of time before it plummeted to the surface of the forest moon.

The Sith seemed to realize this too, pausing mid-attack, his eyes shooting over to his sister. She and Master Shan seemed equally paired in combat, the both of them trying and failing to get through the other’s defenses.

Nuri swallowed, her lightsaber heavy in her hand as she measured the Sith in front of her. They had been fighting since the corridor and he seemed barely out of breath. She could sense his emotions - guilt mixed with focus, mixed with anger. His eyes burned amber.

With a sharp inhale, she lunged and immediately recognized her mistake. The Sith dodged with ease. His hand came down and grabbed her lightsaber arm, twisting it beyond its capabilities. She screamed, fiery pain bursting through her arm. Her lightsaber fell to the ground and deactivated.

The Sith’s shadow loomed above her and she looked up, eyes sparking with tears. Remorse flowed over Nuri, gentle as a wave.

He lunged forward, blade raised. Time slowed. A shock ran through Nuri’s uninjured arm, as if she’d grabbed onto an electric wire. The sharpness ran up from her shoulder and lifted up her hand, barring- No. It was outstretched, as if in offering.

Then a warmth flooded her. She saw flashes of things and people she’d never seen before. An older Twi’lek woman at the end of a dimly lit hall, her eyes filling with tears as she turned her back. A feeling of something irreversibly lost. A red dawn over a red planet. The whir of an orange blade. A scream. Two young children, huddling together as a thunderstorm raged outside their bedroom. A bandage falling away and a younger version of the Sith, gazing at himself in the mirror as he took in the two scars running horizontally across his chest, his face lighting up with something beyond joy. And the face of his sister, then a young girl, covered in blood and shaking as her twin pulled her into a hug.

‘I will protect you.’

As quickly as they came, the visions stopped. Nuri blinked, shaken by the feeling of having lost something while gaining something new, something that fit better in her heart.

Above her, the Sith looked just as shocked, his lightsaber now deactivated and on the ground next to hers. Understanding briefly flitted on his face and he opened his mouth to say something, before a scream ran through the air and the two of them turned sharply to see Master Shan whirring her blade through the air and straight through the other Sith’s arm. It fell to the ground with a thump. The woman screamed again, staring at the smoking stump below her elbow.

‘RIN!’ The Sith beside Nuri howled. His face was twisted up with fury, but she felt none of it.

Nuri was too in shock to move, eliciting only a small groan as the Sith rushed at her Master. Master Shan dodged quickly and retreated away from her victim, face calm. The Sith scooped up his injured twin, his lightsaber flying past Nuri as he pulled it towards him.

Master Shan just watched him, eyes steady. She knew the battle was won. The ship groaned, louder this time. Nuri retrieved her lightsaber and rose, wincing as pain burned through her arm again.

Just as the twins stumbled over to the corridor, Nuri and the Sith’s eyes met. His were blue now, like the sky in the summer on Naboo. She felt a tug in her chest.

Then he and his sister were gone.

#txt #oc: leiko #oc: nuri #otp: the little flower and the light #t4t couples do it better

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rinnelovebot · 1 year

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moot game!! (u don't have to do this if u don't wanna)

assign your moots aesthetics <3

OKAY !! ahh err emm… I’m unsure what aesthetic rlly means in this context, so I took a few creative liberties here

not all of my moots are on here, but these are the ones that I could think of a definitive aesthetic for! If you aren’t on here, it doesn’t mean anything, ily but I just couldn’t think of an aesthetic (scratches head)

qian (@lilikags)— soft white fleece, clean linen, a warm cup of tea, comforting lampshades within the darkness of the evening.

swanee (@yumetokashite) — smooth damp rocks along the seashore, elegant coral, a string of pearls, a long white skirt blowing in the wind.

lis (@lisxdumbr) — a quiet train station, the smell of an old library, comforting early morning rain, resting your head upon a friends shoulder.

eros (@tomago) — olden marble pillars, an angels wings, renaissance paintings, the endearingly cloudy midday sky.

yun (@kohakun) — a beautiful sundress, carved hairpins, red velvet, rose petals being tossed from within a basket.

kel (@analog-heart-beater) — sunflowers blowing in the wind, neon lights against the night sky, arcades, a retro whodunnit board game.

nuri (@nvzuna) — the first spring flowers, fluffy pillows, a lukewarm bubble bath, a late night walk while the rest of the world sleeps.

panda (@actuallylgp) — a pleasantly warm and hearty breakfast, the process of making an iced coffee, laughing at a friends message, a vast forest.

mio (@hasumilvr) — the chirping of the morning birds, a cool breeze during the summertime, calligraphy, a small teddy bear.

nya (@nyaitsu-writes) — taking a nap in the afternoon, the beginning of an orange sunset, long cotton sleeves, the warmth of a coffee cup.

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princessnuri1020 · 10 months

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Here’s a drawing I did of Norita, Princess Nuri, Kana, Keiko, Kumiko and Fujika. After thinking the fight was over, all of the sudden, Norita gets hit by a death beam and collapses. To everyone’s shock, Fujika survives Princess Nuri’s Draconic Fire Bomb, injured and very furious, Fujika decides to now to kill everyone one by one starting with Kumiko, she lifts her up to the sky, Princess Nuri and Kana beg her to stop and leave her alone, but they are ignored and Fujika kills Kumiko the same way Frieza kills Krillin. Unknown to Fujika, one of our heroes is about to snap and unleash her new power.

#dbz #drawing #sketch #fanart #princess nuri #Kana DBZ #Norita DBZ #Kumiko DBZ #Fujika DBZ #female frieza oc #planet namek #frieza saga

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nurinkurimus · 8 months

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I've made it to the sky place! 💙

#blue sky #bluesky #artists on bluesky

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faintingheroine · 9 months

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This is a lowkey iconic scene of Aşk-ı Memnu, so much so that Reşat Nuri Güntekin refers to it in his memoir Anatolian Notes. But I do admittedly have trouble imagining it or making sense of it. If you have an interpretation of it or can make sense of it please say:

“She would feel a need for someone to cry with her in her mourning, and then she would run towards the consoling tears of music. At these melancholy times, her fingers would find things to make her piano wail. In a Chopin nocturne, or a lied from Schumann or Mendelssohn, the soul of this instrument and her own weak spirit would embrace in a writhing rapture that melted away their very identities. Then, breaking one other, killing one another with a final sob of torment, leaving a deep, mournful cadence in the air, weary, broken, injured, they would drag themselves away and fall to one side. As these wailing things, these musical odes that were a language arranged from the teardrops of her poor human life with its inexpressible griefs, passed through Nihal’s nerves, as she was poisoned by its sorrows, she would grow sicker, and take on another aspect, a delicate sorrow like the drops of pity that dripped on the graves from the night sky’s pathetic smile. Nihal would forget herself. With pursed lips, and vacant eyes, she would float effortlessly on the current of the dream wave of a senseless, lifeless, intoxicating death, staring at the black signs through a haze, without a spark of life in the gaze that seemed consumed by the complaints taking flight in that silent language.

There was one prelude by Chopin in which, as she played it from memory, with her eyes closed, she would see the shrouded horizon of one white night, one last living night in her soul. This nocturne had such a power of inspiration for her — she knew not why — that whenever she played it she would imagine, in her mind’s eye, a white night that enshrouded the whole universe, a night composed of darkness and light, clouds and sunshine, but the dead night of a dead world.

White! White! White!.. This night had great, tall trees that lifted and shook their white heads and white arms. A sea was rising, its waves flinging the white foam from their white hair, rising between mountains whose bare faces appeared through rolling clusters of white clouds. Far above, a white moon, paused in its fall behind snow storms… Then, processions of shadows running across all this whiteness, clouds that engulfed this white world in a deadly breath, and all about, a great silence; not one small melody in the clouds, not one faint murmur in the waves, nothing, nothing… only from far away, from who knows where, perhaps from beyond this world, a voice lamenting existence itself, falling upon this dead night. Finally, one last wail, heard from beneath the shroud, poured upon this sorrowful judgement day like the merciful waters of paradise…

As the only observer of this last night of the universe, she was seeing herself at the edge of these scenes that were frozen under all their snow; one person, alone in this dead world!.. Was this not how it was now? All alone… Then she would shiver with the similarity of her dream to her reality, and she would want to shrug off the consolations of this music that brought death even as it healed.

Her numb, failing nerves would need to be shaken and jolted to return to life; suddenly, the instrument that had had been wailing a moment before would grow mad and frenzied. Before the sorrowful laments that had been scattered to the air a moment before had breathed their last, the hurricane of a speed drill would burst forth, and drown all traces of the melancholy lieder with the awful din of their repetitions.

Nihal would long to become stupefied by this clangour, to be unable to think so that she did not have to think; then, when she ended this struggle, tired, pale, and with chest puffed out, she would turn her head and find her old governess looking at her with worried eyes. Almost every time these musical fits occurred, she would be found seated at a distance, having stolen in like a shadow.

She had a way of looking at Nihal that seemed to say, ‘poor child, she is destroying herself.’ Yes, these musical fits left this weak child broken, with the cruelty of fevers that follow a merciless illness. There was the treachery of an intoxicating poison in these musical consolations.

At such times, she wanted to take Nihal, and read something uplifting to her, but Nihal would grow bored of these. She asked for books from her governess that would make her think of death. ‘Death! Death! That is all I want,’ she would say.”

(Chapter 13)

@literatureismyentirepersonality @omistressminewhereareyouroaming @princesssarisa

Again you don’t have to answer, just tagging in case you have an idea

#aşk ı memnu #aşk-ı memnu #reşat nuri güntekin #halit ziya uşaklıgil

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idontliketomatoesleavemealone · 2 years

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Nobody asked for this but here take this

1. an illustrated version of Theo, and

2. an incomplete family tree of the big cats in Auradon

(I found this in a drawer. He should look more like a lion since it’s mixed, but whatever)

(This is the backside of literally the first try at mapping out the Tremaine family. Apparently, I used to spell “Hannah” without the H at the end.)

#disney descendants #the lion king #the lion guard #man I adore the lion guard #the lion king 2 #Theo son of Shere Khan #Shira daughter of Shere Khan #Khani daughter of Shere Khan #Shere Khan #Kovu #Vitani #Nuka #Sky and Nuri

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magdurtv · 2 months

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ÖLDÜRMEYE ÇALIŞAN KİM , VE NEDEN ?

LÜTFEN Destek Verin. Abone Olun, Beğenin ve Paylaşın,

AKSİGORTA, HASAR TAZMİNATI ÖDEMEMEK VE ÖDENMESİNİ ENGELLEMEK İÇİN:

Adana 3. Asliye Ticaret Mahkemesinin Hakimleri olan: Yusuf ÇERÇİ, Muhammed Emin SAKA, Tuba Türker ŞENLİLER, Neslihan ŞAHİN, Alper Deniz ÇAĞLAR, Adana 1. Asliye Hukuk Mahkemesi Hakimleri olan: Filiz Aktaş ILGAZ, Zafer ER, Yasin KÜÇÜK ve diğerleri, Adana 22. Asliye Ceza Mahkemesi Hakimi olan: Abdulkadir KILIÇ, İstanbul Kartal ve Pentik Vergi Daireleri ve Adana Vergi Dairesi memur ve müfettişleri olan: İsmet DEMİR, Osman TERAL, İbrahim BEDİR ve diğerleri, Adana 'da bulunan Bilirkişiler: Halil ALUMERT, Çiğdem Piraye ASLAN, Saliha KIRICI, Eda ÖZDEMİR, Sibel KORKMAZ ve İstanbul'da bulunan Bilirkişiler: İbrahim Güneş, Gülay Baykal ve Nuri TOPLU ve diğerlerinin Ak Sigorta, Ak Sigorta Acentesi Serpil Çıtak, Adem Çıtak, Tuğçe Çıtak, Pınar Yücel ve diğerleri , Ak Sigorta Eksperi Hilmi Ali Eröztürk, Ak Sigorta avukatları Rıfkı Başlamışlı, Caner Ballı, Sonay Boynueğri ve diğer avukatlarının fikir ve eylem iş birliğinde Çevrilen Entrikalar, düzenlenen sahte belgeler, sahte tutanaklar, sahte sigorta poliçeleri, Mahkemenin göndermiş gibi gösterdiği sahte müzekkereler ve daha bir çok sahte-karlıkları Herkes Duysun. Diğer VİDEOLARIMIZI aşağıdaki linklerden izleyebilirsiniz. TLF: 0 542 653 36 69 - İ.Halil BÜYÜK

#landsccape#moonlight#full moon#moon#sky#clouds#stars#nightsky#lake#sundown#sunrise#landscape#photography#adventure#explore#travel#travelling#nature#paradise#indie#vintage#retro#aesthetic#pale#sunset#space#cosmos#cottagecore#artwork#cottage

#adalet #hak #hukuk #macera #aksiyon #tumbir #korku #facebook #tiktok #instagram #youtube #turkiye #savci #hakim #sigorta #sigortasirketi #aksigorta #yusufcerci #mahkeme #adliye #nerdeadalet #ihbar #sikayet #Youtube

#Youtube

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without-ado · 11 months

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Liftoff of Korean Domestic Nuri Rocket l May 25, 2023

#space #nuri #rocket launch #astrophotography #astronomy #universe #stars #night #sky #sunset #korea #south korea #Nuri #planets #galaxy

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wildercrow · 7 months

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Full Moons by Nuri (SpicyIsopods)

Another fall writing prompt! This one's "wispy clouds over a full moon."

Rating: General Characters: Morrigan, Kieran Relationships: Morrigan & Kieran Genre: Bittersweet Fluff Words: 346 Content Warnings: N/A AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34368964/chapters/127587673 Fic:

“Isn’t it beautiful, Mother?” Kieran gasps in awe as he looks up at the night sky. Both moons are full, tonight. A rare concurrence. And the sky is clear aside from a few wispy clouds that add to the view more than they detract from it. It really is beautiful.

Morrigan, however, is far more focused on her son’s starry-eyed face and the way he bounces on his toes when he’s excited about something. Just like his father.

Speaking of whom… “Do you think Father and Aednat are watching, too?” Kieran asks turning to look up at his mother with big golden-brown eyes. The older he gets, the more gold they become.

She chuckles fondly. “’Tis a distinct possibility.”

“I miss them,” he murmurs wistfully. His gaze has returned to the moons, but he’s no longer bouncing gleefully. The slightest hint of a frown has seeped into his face.

“As do I,” Morrigan says with a sigh. She takes a seat on a nearby bench, then beckons her son over to join her. “Come here, my little spider.”

Kieran eagerly accepts the invitation and crawls into his mother’s lap. He’s getting too big to fit comfortably, really, but that doesn’t deter either of them.

“We shall see them again soon enough, I am sure,” Morrigan says, wrapping her arms around her son. “If I know your father and his Warden friends, they are bound to find what they are looking for with astonishing efficiency. They are nothing if not persistent.”

Kieran snuggles into the hug, moons temporarily forgotten. “But what if they don’t?”

“That, my little spider, is something we will address when and if it occurs.” Morrigan strokes her son’s hair and kisses his forehead. “No use in miring ourselves in what ifs, now, is there? For the time being, I believe there are two beautiful moons for us to admire, yes?”

Kieran takes a deep breath and nods, then turns around to face the moons again. This when he looks up at them, he does so with his mother’s arms wrapped around his middle.

#morrigan #kieran #dragon age #dragon age fic #da #nuri writes

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simsparrows · 2 years

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It was late in the Spring when Sparrow attended her first meeting with the elder women of the village. At least once a week, the women and teenage girls of the village came together for planning and recreational purposes.

Tsala had accompanied Sparrow this night and was overjoyed to introduce her to another facet of life with the O’Kabii people.

Naturally as the two of them got together, it turned into a gossiping and laughter.

Tsala was especially delighted to know that her suggestions to reignite Sparrow and Sky’s bedroom worked.

After goofing off, Tsala showed Sparrow one of her tasks for the night. She would be shaping and making plates for the community.

While Sparrow got to work, the others filtered around the room in varying stages of work and play.

Nuri was less than thrilled to have to attend, her mother Skita, had been dragging her along to these to prepare her for marriage.

Ishan was quiet this night, listening to the gossip around her.

Inari and Tora were deep in the throes of discussing marriage prospects, the most talked about subject during nights like these. The women were too caught up to see Nuri roll her eyes.

Wives, Lily and Rose were listening intently to Rora’s tales of bravery when she protected her former nation against invader.

Rora, likewise, enjoyed Rose’s account of leaving her abusive husband and finding Lily on her journey to this clan.

A warm glow settles around them as the women shuffle to new conversations and projects.

Inari and Sasta were discussing new hide blankets.

Tsala found herself gagging as Rora recounted the concoction her children had made inside her old clay pot. Once Tsala heard the word “soupy carcass” she changed the subject.

Tora, yawing as she made her way to a bench, laid down instead of doing her monotonous task of food preparation.

Islan left her station to find Tora laying down on the job. Now she was behind!

Much later as the candles dwindled away to nothing.

A late night meal was brewing above the fire.

All came together to relax and enjoy each other’s company.

Suri and Zelee, best friends since the suckling years, were thinking about their future. Zelee talked about the fair-faced red head named Ivanor.

Nuri tried to listen too Zelee’s pining, but she was engaged in the adventurous tales from the older women.

When the meal was finished in the heart, Cenna added a portion to her last project, a gruel made to feed the clan in the morning.

With the stars still dancing up above, the candles were blown out, and the women trekked home to their menfolk and children.

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percontaion-points · 1 year

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Covet chapters 88-91

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Chapter 88

Until it’s impossible to tell what either of us is, was, or will become without the other.

Chapter 88 summary: Grace feels bad about not being able to return Hudson’s “I love you”, so she decides to show him how much he means to her. With her body. The rest of this two-page chapter is nothing but more of that weirdly vague PG-13 banging where I’m not quite sure what happened, but some mom with a Karen haircut is screaming about banning this book from a library because of it.

Chapter 89

And I just watch the whole thing with a giant grin on my face. Because this is what I was saying to Nuri yesterday. This, right here, is what I’m fighting for. And what I’ll die for, if I have to.

Chapter 89 summary: Not long after Hudson leaves to go get a shower in his own room, Macy shows up. Followed by Eden who has a bunch of New York’s finest food offerings. Luca and Flint show up not long after that, and they lounge around and joke. Which is fine, but I’d also like to remind you that this is literally chapter 89 of 160. Nothing is happening, yet there’s still that giant doomsday clock that will not stop ticking. And nobody is acting like that’s an issue or anything.

Chapter 90

And that’s before Flint steps right off the edge of the building and straight out into thin air.

Chapter 90 summary: That night, they leave the first hotel and are kind of hanging around Times Square. Grace is hit with another wave of grief over the death of her parents, because her mom had always wanted to take Grace to Broadway to see a bunch of plays after she’d graduated.

Flint shows up and takes them into another hotel. Up they go, to one of those giant suites, the kind with the baby grand in the sitting room, and stairs that have the actual bedrooms upstairs. There are some other dragons mingling around. Flint walks over to the giant window, literally walks through it and kind of stands on “nothing”.

Chapter 91

The rest of us burst into cheers and applause that last until a whole new set of fireworks starts exploding over our heads, so fast and intense that they light up the whole street and make it look like the sky itself is raining gold.

Chapter 91 summary: Only to the surprise of our named characters, the dragons can harness air and make a platform, hundreds of feet above the sidewalks of New York. They go to where some ropes are keeping people back, and basically watch a parade.

The rest of the chapter is describing the parade. Which again, I would normally be all for this. But chapter 91 babes. I’m not reading any of this if this isn’t going to progress the plot. Which I’d like to remind you, stalled out some time ago.

#Crave series #Covet (Crave 3)#chapter 88 #Grace (Crave)#Hudson Vega #i'm done goodbye #Macy (Crave)#Eden (Crave)#Luca (Crave)#Flint (Crave)#chapter 89 #chapter 90 #Chapter 91 #plot? what plot?

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