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This bug-eyed beauty is the gray-eyed frog [Opisthothylax immaculatus], a small tree frog native to Cameroon, Nigeria, Equatorial Guinea, Gabon, and parts of the Democratic Republic of the Congo. These frogs are foam-nest builders. Pairs produce clutches of 6-10 eggs overhanging water sources, which the female then kicks with her hind legs until they form a foamy mass. After 2 to 3 weeks the eggs hatch, and the tadpoles fall into the water below. This captive specimen was photographed by Greg F.M. Jongsma.
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Sunday Birding 7/23/23
Many excellent birds this morning! Even though I didn’t see as many at the pond (sob sob), the arboretum made up for it!
First bird to be seen was this handsome cardinal! He was also the first bird I heard at the pond too:
My funky lil’ guy was back! So many good (and silly) pictures of a green heron:
This neat frog was out too!
I always make a stop home before I go to the arboretum, and was very pleased to find this goldfinch getting some breakfast at my feeder:
Oh hey, a cardinal was the first bird that I saw at the arboretum too! I wonder what he’s looking at 🤨
some pretty sunflowers:
A turtle and his buddy!
I was surprised to even see this guy up in the tree! A ruby-throated hummingbird:
I like to think they are all gossiping at the bird feeder:
Another hummingbird!
A tufted titmouse up in a tree:
They also wanted to join in on the gossip:
Let them in!!!
I was so happy to get a picture of this little guy, a blue-gray gnatcatcher! I was surprised they stayed still long enough for me to get this picture, lol:
An eastern bluebird! She was just chillin’ up in a tree, on the lookout for her next snack:
Looking good up there king:
An indigo bunting!
This dragonfly was polite enough to pose for me while I took their picture:
There were also a pair of tree swallows flying around:
Another eastern bluebird, male this time:
She’s just living the life, in the shade, relaxing, with some tasty snacks:
A downy woodpecker, male:
It was fun watching him crawl around to get to the food:
I just like this white-breasted nuthatch’s silly pose:
They look more dramatic in this one:
A titmouse, crawling down to get a treat:
A red-bellied woodpecker! I loved her pose here:
Another titmouse:
I love this guy’s poufy hair (well, feathers):
Here is another goldfinch, sitting on a flower:
Some pretty flowers:
Beeee!
A red-eye vireo, they were singing at me while I was walking in this area:
Another hummingbird, this time at one of the feeders:
Some more flowers!
#northern cardinal#green heron#frog#american goldfinch#turtle#ruby-throated hummingbird#house finch#tufted titmouse#blue-gray gnatcatcher#eastern bluebird#indigo bunting#dragonfly#tree swallow#downy woodpecker#white-breasted nuthatch#red-bellied woodpecker#red-eyed vireo#flowers#birds#birding#birdwatching#bird photography#birdlr
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Characters reference sheet 2
#impbot#sky#port#fighter#terror#croak#trans#transgender#transman#flame#zaelpa zu#desharp#zak zu#mayke#axema richerson#fae#gray richerson#maya jackerson#monsters#red eyed tree frog#hero#robot
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[ID: Coloured cartoon/anime illustration of 3 women (Lucia: Plume, Lucia: Crimson Weave, Luna: Laurel) in regular attire, with yellow lighting. They look like a schoolgirl, biker chick and a comfy gamer respectively. They're described further in detail ahead. In the background are doodles of several characters.
Lucia Plume stands, looking down wide eyed at a kermit plush in her hands. She wears an oversized green coat with red lining over a uniform (blouse, red tie, black skirt with red lining, stockings, leather shoes). Her skin is tan, her pigtails are done with rectangular red bobbles. Tiny horns poke out of her hair.
Lucia Crimson Weave stands next to Plume with a wide legged, confident stance, hand in jacket pocket. She gazes to Plume from aside. She's tan, her white high ponytail done with a large bunnyear red ribbon. She wears a white jacket with red lining/accents and decorative zippers, red goggles around her neck, black turtleneck crop top exposing some underboob, navel piercing, denim shorts with belt chain, black fingerless gloves and ankle boots. Her legs feature several scratch scars. From her left hand dangles keys and a frog keychain.
Luna sits with fingers clasped across knees, looking up at both Lucias with a slight smile. She's pale. Black bobbles tie up her shorter white twin tails. She wears black headphones with red accents. Draped over her is a thin white cardigan edged with a grey diamond pattern. Under is a blouse with a red ribbon and grey moon charm, anklelength white skirt, and grey socks.
In the background are several doodles of other characters.
Liv and Lee in school uniform. Liv has a braided bun and cochlear implant. Lee has a blazer and pimples and a neutral look. Liv smiles wide as she says 'Lucia! You can sit with us!'
Commandant (in biker helmet and jacket with gray raven emblem) rubs their head awkwardly while presenting a wrapped gift with tag reading 'to: Lucia'
Rosetta (in neck brace and arm cast) glares determinedly with yugioh card between 2 fingers, saying ''Alpha'. It's time to duel.' Behind her Diana in a deer sweater worriedly says 'rosetta please rest.'
Phone with group chat named 'ASS NET'. 3 speech bubbles surround it: Exaggerated smiling chibi Roland emanating hearts. 1 heart bounces off a tearful chibi goth Lamia. 1 screenshot of of a youtube page featuring Lamia: Lost Lullaby's mermaid design. End ID.]
punishing gray raven but it's just the postapocalyptic rpg run by a very determined Luna for her younger sister and her friends. Chapter 1 to 8 is their shaky start to getting used to the system before they hit their stride, Luna gets better at narration, and a couple very weird dice rolls lead to wild story adaptation.
Read more for closeup of the phone
[ID: Luna's phone. The ASS NET group chat features some reaction emojies: Heart, skull, fish.
The youtube page is a torso shot of Lamia: Lost Lullaby. The cut off title is 'v] ORIGINAL SONG || 'Lost lullaby'. The 3 recommended videos are:
2 Bros try ghost pepper challenge. Thumbnail is chibi wide smiling Kamui, angry Camu and a pepper.
Study with me | 9 hours. Thumbnail is Chrome at a desk with a book.
ASMR. Thumbnail is blank eyed Wanshi with a syringe. End ID]
#punishing gray raven#pgr#pgr lucia#pgr luna#pgr alpha#alpha pgr#lucia pgr#made with krita#luna: Lucia I'm reworking this enemy's stats. it's no fun for little Lucia to play against her#Lucia (just copied lil Lucia's character and bumped the numbers because the manual is 40 pages long): fine ok#Lucia (describing her reworked character): Her curse is locked in her right arm. Also one eye blazes blue when she does this move#Luna (remembering Lucia's hatsune miku phase): Run that character design by me again.#Luna: You can't reason with this enemy. The pain in her life has set her on this path. She will pave the way for humanity's reckoning.#Lil Lucia and Commandant about to both roll Nat 20s: :]
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The Lifeaters (I.5)
V. Back Home
MASTERLIST
Chapter Summary: You never expecting entering Hogwarts was going to bring you… so much change
Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader (platonic)
Warnings: Cursing, magical objects, Mugglephobia,
Wordcount: 2.1 k
Notes: I’m cutting first year to 8 chapters only… jeje they are just babies yet and like I said, this is for setting the tone for what comes next… jeje
You were fairly smart, you were, the point is, you were truly outstanding in things that TRULY interested you, so you learned when the Slytherin Quidditch team practiced, and you would sit in the boxes no matter how early or how late, scribbling in a small diary you started to call your playbook, writing and describing all the plays, it was quite fun, even Marcus Flint and Terrence Higgs, the players noticed and waved at you
“Are you going to try out next year?”, he asked
“Of course”, you’d answer happily
And from then on, you became some sort of cheerleader for the team, even helping them in planning plays after the Hufflepuff VS Ravenclaw match that of course you watched and made Draco watch it too.
You were happy, you felt at home in Slytherin and even in potions class
“Who can tell what would happen if I add to the concoction a rat’s tail?”, asked Snape, “Basilik?”, you swallowed hard and looked at home ide eyed
“It would cause a purple colored-explosion?”
“Are you asking me?”, he asked back, annoyed, raising one of his eyebrows. It was the longest seconds of your life, you stammered as Granger raised her hand
“no Ser, i’m saying”, you managed to mumble, and you could swear you saw a hint of a smile on his face
“Indeed”, he said quickly, “5 points for Slytherin, anyways…that is why you must be very carefully in selecting rat’s hair on the back of said rat instead…” and the class continued without a hitch, you and Draco exchanged big smiles at the points given
And the smile couldn’t be wiped out of your face for the rest of the day. No matter how much Matthew teased you, Draco was making everyone laugh telling you how the Gryffindor team was going to replace Potter with a wide-mouthed tree frog.
You always admired Draco’s sense of humor
The days were already shorter, and even started snowing, Snape’s class was in the dungeons and it got really cold down there, so you had to put on your gray jumper under your cape, but you were really happy because, you had been paired up with Theodore for a couple of classes for a special brew, and it made you giggle
Theodore Nott, your housemate, friend of Draco, he was very cute and sweet, he smiled softly at you, he had this beautiful green eyes that look a bit sad but its because they way they are shaped, you and daphne had discuss it at length
You acted a bit dumb when you were near him, but you thought Snape had paired you both together because you could defend yourself pretty good in Potions, but he was useless in that subject, you had to carry it for four weeks, but you were happy to do so.
Now you were in the common room with Theo, you weren’t allowed in the laboratory after classes, so, the only place you could hang out and study properly, besides the library, but they didn’t let you bring potion making instruments… So here you were.
“It’s ¾”, you said softly, “not 3,4”
“Oh sorry”, he muttered, you only smiled, knowing that little error could make the potion exude a lethal smoke that would kill you both
“You still on that?”, the peace and nice atmosphere that you had created was eliminated by barely a sentence of Draco, who showed up accompanied by his own partner, Matthew
You could see Theo’s face twisting in discomfort
“We just hadn't had the time”, you said simply
“We finished days ago”, they didn’t leave, they just sat there in the leather couch next to the table that you were working on
You finished the best you could, feeling like you were being watched, and you had to use the loo so you left them to go to the bathroom
When you came back, you heard them
“I don’t know why she keeps insisting on the potion, maybe she fancies me”, muttered Theo, “and that’s why we keep working together”, and that broke your little heart. Draco frowned at this, without noticing you
“She doesn’t fancy you”, he said, with a disgusted face, and you had never been more grateful, especially with Matthew laughed at Theo
You pretended like everything was fine, you tried to ignore Theo’s guilty face, he was embarrassed, it was him that didn’t understand potions, but he was embarrassed to say so, and then, you were relieved that Draco stayed there with you.
“So, if I make this potion wrong it can explode?”, muttered Gaunt as he read your scribbles in the parchment, “interesting”
“No it's not”, you said quickly, “many potions could explode”, you said then quickly, Mathew and Theo exchanged looks that didn’t promise anything good.
They actually made the potion explode, underneath Filch’s desk, luckily he wasn’t there but Mrs Norris’ tail caught on fire that thankfully they were able to extinguish without much damage to the poor cat.
You found it horrible
But Matthew and Theo laughed
You loved cats, and even though her being there was a sad accident, you couldn’t shake the bad feeling of your gut.
Matthew was a bit mean, and when you remembered him bringing the pumpkin to life… before he started carving it, it brought you chills.
Professor Snape was called, and Slytherin was taken 50 points.
When you were alone with Theo, he kept being nice to you, and the last class that you needed to work together, he ripped the page of the potion off of his book, and he folded you a snowflake with magic
You felt so happy you became giddy, even though he had lied to your friends
As the weeks went by, the floor started to become white, as the snow started to stick
But snow would only mean one thing… that you were most excited about
Christmas
Christmas is coming!
Between classes, and making friends, days turn into weeks and even months, and you were barely realizing it, Christmas was around the corner.
Every year you spend Christmas Eve with your Aunt, and then the next day you were invited to the Manor to spend the day with the Malfoys and their friends until the evening where you attend their annual Christmas Ball, it was always breathtaking, witches and wizards in their best dress robes ni black, white or red, and the decoration and food was out of this world
And this year, according to your aunt, it was going to be no different, you had three weeks of christmas break to go home, and you were going to spend it with Draco, the Malfoys and your aunt
You packed your trunk religiously, and even Umbra hooted in her cage happily, like she knew she was going back home
None of your teachers had left any homework, unless of course Professor Snape, who had given you a list of items you could find to make potions, so you needed to fetch them from your house or garden, he assured you they were things that could be easily found, trying to prove that potions could be brewed from almost anything
Anyways
You found Blaise in the great hall, he was staying at Hogwarts for the Holidays
“My mother is spending christmas in Greece with her new husband”, he muttered sadly
“I’m sorry Blaise”
“Other people are staying, so it's fine”, you had to go, Draco, from the other side of the Hall, was waving at you to go
The train ride back to London was very pleasant, Draco couldn’t stop boasting about his list of presents and how he was sure he was going to get everything he wanted, he asked you about what was in yours, but you only had three items… a Nimbus 3000, Quidditch riding gear of the Holyhead Harpies and a dragon
You knew you were being silly, but you always wanted a Dragon, a small one would suffice, you had seen them, miniature versions of real dragons, that you could handle.
And you promised your aunt that you could sell your current broom, a Quicksilver 2.0, so you wouldn’t have two, you were hopeful, you had been saving from your allowance, but still, professional brooms such as those had to be purchased by an adult
So you were now even more hopeful, but you were surprised to discover actually Matthew was going to spend Christmass in the Malfoy Manor as well
When you’d ask Draco about his family, he would answered with evasives, probably he didn’t know who he was either
But still you found it odd
You forgot about personal compartments, your group of friends had gotten so big you preferred those open ones with tables on both sides so you could all speak to each other
You had gotten accustomed to being around them all day and even nights, it was going to be a bit sad when you got home, only you, your aunt and some house-elves.
“Are you going to the ball?”, you asked Pansy who was sitting right next to you, as you were seated on the other side of the aisle with the girls
“Yes, my parents were invited”, she muttered
“Mines too”, muttered Daphne
“It will be fun”, you said with a big smile
“Why are you and Draco so close?”, asked Milicent as she leaned in and whispered to you
“We are best friends”, you said softly
“But why?”, she insisted
“We know each other since I can remember, our parents are really close”
“Do you like him?”, she teased
“No”, you answered quickly, “he is my best friend”, all girls were looking straight at you, like they were cornering you, “for real”, you insisted, and that seemed to calm them as they giggle
“I think Theo is really cute, you were so lucky to had that huge project with him”, fanned over Daphne
“I think Matthew is cute”, added Milicent, you were leaning over the table and whispering, so they wouldn’t hear
“I don’t think any of them are”, you said with a sad voice, thinking of Theo
“My mom is having my robes custom made for me”, said Daphne with a soft smile, “for the Christmass ball”
“Really? how lucky! I think we are just going to Madam Malkin”, muttered Pansy
“Lucky you because my mother loves to shop in those muggle stores in central London”, said Milicent
“Some of those stores are nice”, you offered, you really liked muggle fashion sometimes, your aunt would take you in London and you were only able to watch at the showcases, some dresses were truly astonishing
“They are muggles”, she said as that was reason enough
The trip became longer than the one that goes to Hogwarts, it that made any sense
Now that you weren’t at Hogwarts, you wanted to get home already.
“Anything from the trolley?”, asked the sweet old lady, bringing her cart full of sweets
“Uh! me! Do you have any chocolate frogs?”, you asked
“Of course dear”, she said, passing one you exchange for a couple of Sickles
“Thank you”, the boys bought thighs to, you frowned when you looked at the frog, the spell not starting yet
“I’ll do it”, said Draco from the other side, you passed the package, he opened and the frog came to life, before it could jump, he snapped one if its legs to break the spell, not it was just chocolate
He passed it back to you
“Thank you”, he ate the chocolate leg and you ate the rest
“Why?”, asked Parkinson
“I don’t like it when they move, they look too real”, you said simply, “Uh! I got Cirse! I’d always wanted her!”, you admired the ancient witch in that card
Your aunt, as always, was waiting for you
She hugged you tightly, caressing your hair softly, you had missed her
“Let’s go home”, you greeted the Malfoys, and from afar you could see Theodore, who was being received by an old man, you guessed he was his father.
“We will see you at Christmas”, my aunt muttered, and you started walking. Meek, your house elf appeared, grabbed both your hands, as you had your things in the other hand, and he apparated you back home, as easy as that
Tea was served for the two of you, with your favorite small sandwiches and pastries
“Now, you will tell me EVERYTHING!”, she said with a wide smile
#misguidedlifeaters#hogwarts#harry potter#harry potter fanfic#harry potter fanfiction#draco malfoy#theodore nott#slytherin boys#theo nott#blaise zabini#mattheo riddle
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And Here is the Bracket!
*Round 1*
*Round 2*
*Round 3*
*vs template used*
Pyro
Electro
Luxo
Aqua
Cryo
Umbra
Phyto
Aero
Geo
Ferro
Pyromancy:
Round One
Caleb Widogast (Critical Role) vs Kai (Ninjago)
Roy Mustang (Fullmetal Alchemist) vs Portgas D. Ace (One Piece)
Zuko (Avatar) vs Red Son (Monkie Kid)
Bloom (Winx) vs Agnes Montague (Magnus Archives)
Round Two
Sailor Mars (Sailor Moon) vs [Winner of Caleb vs Kai]
Fintan Pyren (KOTLC) vs Muhammad Avdol (JJBA)
Lup (Adventure Zone) vs Leo Valdez (Riordanverse)
[Winner of Roy vs Ace] vs Natsu Dragneel (Fairy Tail)
Axel (Kingdom Hearts) vs [Winner of Zuko vs Red Son]
The Pyro (TF2) vs Fireboy (Fireboy and Watergirl)
Taranee Cook (W.I.T.C.H.) vs Lavagirl (Sharkboy and Lavagirl)
[Winner of Bloom vs Agnes] vs Blaze the Cat (Sonic)
Electromancy:
Round One
Garnet (Steven Universe) vs Denki Kaminari (MHA)
Tess Ruunaser (Aurora) vs Enel (One Piece)
Yoomtah Zing (Epithet Erased) vs Pikachu (Pokemon)
Killua Zoldyck (HXH) vs Raiden Ei (Genshin)
Round Two
Urbosa (Legend of Zelda) vs [Winner of Garnet vs Kaminari]
Sailor Jupiter (Sailor Moon) vs Jiang Cheng (MDZS)
Frankie Stein (Monster High) vs Cure Milky (Precure)
[Winner of Tess vs Enel] vs Raiden (Mortal Kombat)
Cole MacGrath (inFAMOUS) vs [Winner of Yoomtah vs Pikachu]
Static (DC) vs Storm (Marvel)
Audrey Redheart (Wandersong) vs Larxene (Kingdom Hearts)
[Winner of Killua vs Ei] vs Misaka Mikoto (Toaru)
Luxomancy:
Round One
Stella (Winx) vs Glimmer (She-Ra)
Luz Noceda (The Owl House) vs Alina Starkov (Grishaverse)
Zelda (Legend of Zelda) vs Rapunzel (Tangled)
The Radiance (Hollow Knight) vs Merle Highchurch (Adventure Zone)
Round Two
Borsalino (One Piece) vs [Winner of Stella (winx) vs Glimmer]
Stella (Spiritfarer) vs Yuri (Kamen Rider Saber)
Shallan Davar (Stormlight Archives) vs The Signal (DC)
[Winner of Luz vs Alina] vs Rose Lalonde (Homestuck)
Ori (Ori) vs [Winner of Zelda vs Rapunzel]
Gabriel (ULTRAKILL) vs Apollo (Greek Mythology)
Sailor Moon (Sailor Moon) vs Iridessa (Disney Fairies)
[Winner of The Radiance vs Merle] vs Amaterasu (Okami)
Aquamancy:
Round One
Cure Mermaid (Precure) vs Demyx (Kingdom Hearts)
Undine Wells (Sleepless Domain) vs Percy Jackson (Riordanverse)
Giovanni Potage (Epithet Erased) vs Nya (Ninjago)
Katara (Avatar) vs Silvermist (Disney Fairies)
Round Two
Linh Hai Song (KOTLC) vs [Winner of Cure Mermaid vs Demyx]
Sea Fairy Cookie (Cookie Run) vs Mermista (She-Ra)
Shin Mouri (Yoroiden Samurai) vs Watergirl (Fireboy and Watergirl)
[Winner of Undine vs Percy] vs Irma Lair (W.I.T.C.H.)
Sailor Nepture (Sailor Moon) vs [Winner of Giovanni vs Nya]
Qifrey (Witch Hat Atelier) vs Lapis Lazuli (Steven Universe)
Hahli (Bionicle) vs Chaos (Sonic)
[Winner of Katara vs Silvermist] vs Aquaman (DC)
Cryomancy:
Round One
Sub-Zero (Mortal Kombat) vs Aokiji (One Piece)
Ice King (Adventure Time) vs Elsa (Frozen)
Jack Frost (ROTG) vs Zane (Ninjago)
Sapphire (Steven Universe) vs Noelle Holiday (Deltarune)
Round Two
Rukia Kuchiki (Bleach) vs [Winner of Sub-Zero vs Aokiji]
Shiva (Final Fantasy) vs Mei (Overwatch)
Frozone (The Incredibles) vs Abbey Bominable (Monster High)
[Winner of Ice King vs Elsa] vs Cirno (Touhou)
Periwinkle (Disney Fairies) vs [Winner of Jack Frost vs Zane]
Leif (Bug Fables) vs Juline Dizznee (KOTLC)
Iceman (Marvel) vs Gray Fullbuster (Fairy Tail)
[Winner of Sapphire vs Noelle] vs Frosta (She-Ra)
Umbramancy:
Round One
Pride (Fullmetal Alchemist) vs Rogue Cheney (Fairy Tail)
Macaque (Monkie Kid) vs Nico di Angelo (Riordanverse)
Goro Akechi (Persona) vs Rhysand (Maasverse)
Brian Laborn (Parahumans/Wormverse) vs Roxy Lalonde (Homestuck)
Round Two
Shikamaru Nara (Naruto) vs [Winner of Pride vs Rogue]
Dr Facilier (Princess and the Frog) vs Dark Matter (Kirby)
Noob Saibot (Mortal Kombat) vs Tam Dai Song (KOTLC)
[Winner of Macaque vs Nico] vs The Knight (Hollow Knight)
The Darkling (Grishaverse) vs [Winner of Akechi vs Rhysand]
Manuela Dominguez (Magnus Archives) vs Megumi Fushiguro (JJK)
Midna (Legend of Zelda) vs Princess Luna (MLP)
[Winner of Brian vs Roxy] vs Darcy (Winx)
Phytomancy:
Round One
Keyleth (Critical Role) vs Perfuma (She-Ra)
Poison Ivy (DC) vs Willow Park (The Owl House)
Marluxia (Kingdom Hearts) vs Shiozaki Ibara (MHA)
Flora (Winx) vs Cornelia Hale (W.I.T.C.H.)
Round Two
Briar Moss (Emelan) vs [Winner of Keyleth vs Perfuma]
Cure Flora (Precure) vs Isabela Madrigal (Encanto)
En (Dorohedoro) vs Bulbasaur (Pokemon)
[Winner of Poison Ivy vs Willow] vs Kurama (Yu Yu Hakusho)
Layla Williams (Sky High) vs [Winner of Marluxia vs Ibara]
Fern the Human (Adventure Time) vs Rosetta (Disney Fairies)
Meg McCaffrey (Riordanverse) vs Venus McFlytrap (Monster High)
[Winner of Flora vs Cornelia] vs Alinua (Aurora)
Aeromancy:
Round One
Hay Lin (W.I.T.C.H.) vs Cure Earth (Precure)
Callum (Dragon Prince) vs Aang (Avatar)
Zoya Nazyalensky (Grishaverse) vs Wanderer (Genshin)
Fujin (Mortal Kombat) vs Tulin (Legend of Zelda)
Round Two
Sampo Koski (Honkai) vs [Winner of Hay Lin vs Cure Earth]
Smogmella (Yokai Watch) vs Kushala Daora (Monster Hunter)
Rashid (Street Fighter) vs Shi Qingxuan (TGCF)
[Winner of Callum vs Aang] vs Berdly (Deltarune)
Michael Crew (Magnus Archives) vs [Winner of Zoya vs Wanderer]
Naruto Uzumaki (Naruto) vs Yosuke Hanamura (Persona)
Windsinger (Flight Rising) vs The Big Bad Wolf (Fairy Tales)
[Winner of Fujin vs Tulin] vs Sage Harpuia (Mega Man Zero)
Geomancy:
Round One
Leiur Darāhim (Symphogear) vs Earthshaker (Flight Rising)
Toph Beifong (Avatar) vs Cole (Ninjago)
Zhongli (Genshin) vs Gaara (Naruto)
Sandman (ROTG) vs Boulder (Rock of Ages)
Round Two
Rika (Pokemon) vs [Winner of Leiur vs Earthshaker]
Richter (Lilo and Stitch) vs Rochelle Goyle (Monster High)
Iggy (JJBA) vs Leona Kingscholar (TWST)
[Winner of Toph vs Cole] vs Sander (Dislyte)
Pohatu (Bionicle) vs [Winner of Zhongli vs Gaara]
Isaac (Golden Sun) vs Evvy (Emelan)
Alhazred (Wizard 101) vs Tumblemon (Digimon)
[Winner of Sandman vs Boulder] vs Dino-Rang (Skylanders)
Ferromancy:
Round One
Risotto Nero (JJBA) vs Kurapika Kurta (HXH)
Vin (Mistborn) vs Magneto (Marvel)
Edward Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist) vs Gajeel Redfox (Fairy Tail)
Jesper Fahey (Grishaverse) vs Pyrrha Nikos (RWBY)
Round Two
Tachihara Michizou (Bungou) vs [Winner of Risotto vs Kurapika]
Scrapdragon (Paranatural) vs Daja Kisubo (Emelan)
Zoe Blecher (Sleepless Domain) vs Peridot (Steven Universe)
[Winner of Vin vs Magneto] vs Tinkaton (Pokemon)
Karl Heisenberg (Resident Evil) vs [Winner of Edward vs Gajeel]
Golden Queen (Skylanders) vs Metal Shark Player (Mega Man X)
Ramsey Murdoch (Epithet Erased) vs Rex Salazar (Generator Rex)
[Winner of Jesper vs Pyrrha] vs Millions Knives (Trigun)
#element specific character tournament#element character tourney#polls#tumblr tournament#tournament poll#tumblr bracket#tumblr polls#tournaments#rules#pyromancy#electromancy#luxomancy#aquamancy#cryomancy#umbramancy#phytomancy#aeromancy#geomancy#ferromancy
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the exit sign you see even in your dreams
title from the poem "there and back again" by n.m.h.
(read on ao3)
Emily Young’s first thought, when she sees Leah Clearwater at her father’s funeral, is simple.
There’s a woman in a long black dress standing at Aunt Sue’s side, arms tucked tight around herself. Her hair is shorn grief-short by her ears. Emily’s gaze catches on the closed-eyed face, and—
She thinks it. Careless. Fast and fleeting.
(Unforgivable.)
Who is that?
The thing is, Emily doesn’t remember when she met her cousin.
She knows, of course. But it's the way you know any story about your childhood self. Gauzy and never quite real, forever entangled with your family's voices and grainy old photographs.
Well, one photo in particular—an oversaturated blur of her mom and Aunt Sue tucked together under a quilt in the big bed at Great-grandma Alice’s house. Her mom’s head rests on Aunt Sue’s shoulder, their grins a perfect pair of exhausted mirrors, and there’s a swaddled baby in each set of arms. (They were recreating some other photo from childhood, two cousins with their baby dolls—Emily’s only seen that one once or twice. Aunt Sue’s side of the family got all the photo albums when Alice died.)
From the blankets, her and Leah reach up with matching chubby fists. Not towards each other, not really, but sometimes Emily lets herself think it—that they knew each other even then. That…
Well.
There’s never been a time she didn’t know Leah.
You had your own little language when you were babies, her mom loves to say. We’d lay you down next to each other and wow you’d just chatter away—we had no idea what you were saying, but both of you sure did!
She tries sometimes, (more, these days), to find the hole in the story. Trawls back through memories for the moment—because there must’ve been a moment. There must’ve.
They didn’t live in the same town, didn’t grow up side-by-side for all that it felt like they did. There were long lonely care rides and frantic races to get the guest bedroom clean, stretches of months missing the T-shirts that Leah always accidentally stole.
So there has to be a moment. One when Emily was old enough to be a person, not just a toddler, and this girl she’d only met as a baby was a stranger…
But she always just ends up with memories of interlaced hands.
Giggles overlap, and even in memory she can’t distinguish which one is hers. Pictures boast two girls with legs tangled together in a tiny red Radio Flyer wagon, and she feels the rust sticking to her legs just below her shorts. Two miniature umbrellas lean precariously close, bursts of color in smoky gray rain.
(Leah’s was printed like a little red ladybug, and Emily’s was a frog. One day Leah’s tore walking home from the Blacks' house, and Emily sprinted over to shelter her cousin. They held that flimsy bright-green shield together all the rest of the way, sweaty hands colliding and elbows jostling each other’s sides—)
The problem is, she thinks, she met Leah when she was too young to know what meeting was. And now, when she goes back looking, there are no words for what she finds.
No—there was never anything to find.
All her life, Emily Young has known Leah Clearwater.
-x-
It’s only a split-second, less than a heartbeat, before neurons fire and memory connects and context clues jog things back into their agonizing place.
Of course it’s Leah, standing beside Aunt Sue with Seth’s hand on her shoulder.
Of course it’s Leah—she’s wearing the black blazer Emily helped her find in a thrift store for a debate team tournament two years ago. (There’s a bleach stain under the collar, Emily knows even though she can’t see it, hidden perfectly by the folds.)
Of course it’s Leah.
But sometime in that second where it wasn’t of course at all, Emily’s stomach plunges straight down to the center of the earth.
Recognition can’t reel it back in.
-x-
Great-Grandma Alice was the first person either of them knew who died, and they held hands through the whole funeral.
That morning, before they stumbled out of the car to reunite with Emily’s mom, (who’d been in La Push helping Aunt Sue take care of things for a month now), Emily's dad had gripped her shoulders tight and made sure she was looking him in the eyes.
He’d said I’m so sorry, sweetheart, and this is going to be so hard for your mama, and I know it’s hard but you have to be a big girl today—
So she’d sat determinedly ramrod-straight on her own chair through the whole service. Through all the songs sung and prayers recited and memories shared. She kept her ankles crossed and didn’t squirm, didn’t wriggle, didn’t start screaming even when she really really wanted to—
But she held on tight to Leah’s hand. It was the one little piece of herself that she let fall outside the boundary of the wobbly folding chair.
Later, everyone was milling together in the yard that just belonged to Great-Grandpa Caleb now, piling casseroles on the picnic tables and hugs on him. Everyone, except—
Leah kicked off one of her little black Mary Janes directly into Uncle Harry’s nose, and sprinted away.
Emily was across the crowd. She had one hand clutched tight in her dad's the other slowly squashing a little muffin that was supposed to taste like cinnamon and just tasted like dust. She heard the yelling first. Aunt Sue's voice ringing, Leah Mirabelle Clearwater, you get back here right now!
Then a glimpse of her cousin’s bright-red face, braids unraveling furiously as she ducked a whole net of arms—
Emily lost both of her shoes running after her.
They ended up in a thicket of mooseberry together, the big one in Mrs. Marjory’s yard down the street. (She’d grumble whenever she caught them in there, but then she’d come back with peanut butter cookies, so probably it all evened out—Emily wasn’t thinking about it, not that day.)
She got there later than Leah, pushed her way through a lace of already broken twigs. They scratched at her hair, clawed seams into her black tights. A shock-red berry burst under her fingers, smeared across the blanket of white flowers that had already fallen, wilted—
“Go away,” Leah sniffled. She was on the ground, back to Emily, knees clutched up to her chest. Spots of blood soaked through the torn white sock on her one shoeless foot. "You're bad at hiding. I don't want to get caught."
Emily crawled closer, into the heart of the hedge where it was just years and years worth of brown leaves crunching under her knees.
“I’m not bad at hiding.” Her face was too hot, pulling itself into a knot that hurt, but she couldn’t untangle it. “I’m not.”
Leah didn't move. Emily wanted to grab her by the shoulders, shake hard enough to roll her over and look her in the eyes. She wanted to slap her, hard and loud as the crack of breaking branches.
She wanted her friend. She wanted someone to hold her shaking, berry-smeared hands, to weave a bracelet onto her wrist, to brush the hair back from her sweat-matted forehead. (She wanted her great-grandmother to still be there.)
“I’m not,” she whispered, one last time, and curled downward into the leaves.
They broke under her, and it didn’t quite cover the sound of her sob as she laid her head on Leah’s shoulder.
There were twigs in her cousin’s hair. One of them scraped her cheek. There were tiny shudders running through her shoulders as Leah held herself still, unbreathing—
Leah rolled over, jolting Emily back up. Her hands whirled around Emily tight enough to choke. Suddenly it was her face pressed into Emily’s shoulder, her desperate grasp on the back of Emily’s dress.
“I know, Em,” she whispered, and then they were both crying together. Two muddy, grief-numb girls under withering leaves, wrapped too close together to ever pull apart.
-x-
Emily must stare for too long as the world plummets out from beneath her feet, because Leah’s eyes snap over and fix on her.
For a second Emily is twelve years old, lakeside sun splashing over her shoulders. Her cousin catches her eye as the twins’ little brother bounces around her, and they’ve spent the last two weeks smushed so thoroughly side-by-side that she can read everything the other girl won’t say in that single glance—
How dare you, screams the glint in those black eyes, the hint of red around them, tears she isn’t letting fall. How dare you, snarls the jut of Leah’s chin, her bloodless lips pressed tight, her hands laced together in front of her—
Emily’s mom keeps walking.
(She’s been here for a week now, drove down the night it happened. She’s been staying with Aunt Sue. Emily didn’t get to see her until this morning, when they met for coffee and Emily could hardly bear to raise her eyes from the scarred cafe table.)
Emily’s mom doesn’t falter. Doesn’t hesitate. Doesn’t even seem to see that Emily’s feet have caught.
Leah doesn’t tilt her head. Doesn’t nod, or jut her chin, or anything. She doesn’t move.
Leave, her silence says, leave now. You don’t deserve to mourn with us.
“Em?” her mom says, finally turning.
There’s a lump in Emily’s throat, swelling and sour and poisonous.
Her scars burn like they’re splitting back open all over again, settling an ache into her cheekbone that grinds down to her teeth. Her muscles spasm with the pain, like it's the first days of learning them all over—
-x-
Uncle Harry had been the one waiting by her hospital bed the first time she woke up after…
After.
She jolted up with a scream on her lips.
(It didn’t hurt, but she could feel the stitches tugging in her face as her lips stretched, a promise of pain that she couldn’t quite find—)
Adrenaline sang in her veins. The last image, a black wolf in black woods, oozed together with blurred recollections of car backseats and bloodsplash and Aunt Sue, worried voices and excuses about a bear.
“Easy, Em,” Uncle Harry said, soft and steady as always. His hand settled cautiously on her arm. “Easy.”
When she was seven, staying a whole two and a half summer weeks with her aunt and uncle—without her parents! just her and Leah!—she crashed her bike.
She’d learned how to ride it months before that, even earlier than Leah, which of course had meant she'd had to win their race down the hill by the general store. But then her feet had tangled in the pedals, panic had seized her by the throat, and—
Aunt Sue was at work, so it was Uncle Harry who came panting down the hill in her wake, baby Seth on his hip.
Easy, he’d said, licking his thumb and wiping a smudge of blood off her cheek, Easy there, Em. It’s okay. You’ll be right as rain.
That day in that afternoon-gray hospital room, it was the same deep voice, the same words. But—
Under summer skies, he’d wrapped his one hand tight, just under her elbow, and pulled her up onto wobbling feet. By the hospital bed, he just brushed her arm, tentative around a nest of IV lines, a warm fingertips that trembled just the slightest bit.
Fourteen years before, Leah had turned around the second Emily fell, abandoned her bright-purple bike in the road with one tire still spinning. She’d sprinted back to Emily’s side, panic scrawling through every breath, and taken Seth out of her father’s arms so that he could pull Emily upright.
It was just Uncle Harry in the room, a lonely vigil in the chair. Leah had his eyes, the shape and the thick eyebrows and the one dimple that Emily had been so jealous of, but he wasn’t smiling now—
And he didn’t tell her it would be alright.
Of course, she thought, heart hammering. Because it wasn’t alright. Because—because oh, Leah, Leah, Leah, it would never be right again—
She thought, dizzily, of rain. Of splashing into a puddle in perfect unison with her cousin, hand in hand, shrieking as it splashed up over both of their knees.
“Stay with me, kiddo,” Uncle Harry said.
She was trying. Her head was full of cotton, her throat dry as bone. Outside the window sun streamed down, but she could hear a storm rattling the glass.
“The nurses are on their way, okay kiddo? And they say you’re gonna heal. It just might take some time.”
She had an answer to that maybe, but if it existed at all it was hopelessly stranded in the desert of her throat.
“Just time,” Uncle Harry said. Even with her pulse hammering and the hiss of rain against the ringing in her ears, Emily heard how lost he sounded.
-x-
“Em?” her mom repeats.
Leah looks away. Her eyes don’t flicker, her lips don’t curve, the stone set of her jaw doesn’t bend.
She does it easily. Carelessly. Like she can just look away, just like that. Like she didn’t just run Emily through with nothing but her eyes.
Leave, her thrown-back shoulders still scream. You don’t belong here, whisper the bloodless knuckles of her hands where they cling to her ribs.
“I—I’m sorry,” Emily says. “I—”
There are no words left.
There’s Seth turning to look at her now, tracking his sister’s bad mood back, tear-splotched face crumpling even further into itself when he finds her.
There’s Aunt Sue staring out over the line of mourners filing into her backyard with the shadow of a frown between her eyebrows.
There’s a ghost on the back deck.
He presses a kiss into his wife’s hair, and her eyes slip closed in relief. He leans a fishing pole next to the sliding glass door and reaches out to throw an arm around his son—who protests that he smells like fish, but he just laughs and pulls him in closer to ruffle his hair. He holds out a hand—
His daughter takes it. Fearlessly, teeth bared, she takes it and scrambles up onto the porch railing. Her feet are steady, her steps are sure. Unfailingly confident that her father will catch her if she slips.
“I can’t,” Emily says, and turns to run.
-x-
The thing is—
-x-
“No, it goes under,” Emily told Leah, “just like a braid.”
Her cousin’s nose wrinkled as she looked up, away from the tangle of pink-yellow-blue threads taped down to the footboard of Emily’s bed.
“Braids have three pieces, this is nothing like that.”
“Yeah, but—okay, here, here, just let me do it.”
“You can’t make your own friendship bracelet!” Leah slapped her hand away, and Emily tried to protest, but she was already laughing.
-x-
“Em, trust me! It’s gonna be okay!”
All around Leah, the sea shone—green and huge, stretching out to fathomless blue at the blur of the horizon, splashing into silver foam as her cousin threw her hands up to wave at her.
Emily edged closer to the stony lip of the cliff. It wasn’t that tall, really, she told herself. Just a quick little jump. Leah had already done it.
“You got this!” her cousin hollered again, and despite herself, her hammering heart, Emily could feel a smile curling her lips.
Brave like Leah, she told herself, and flung herself out into the breathtaking sky before she could think another word.
-x-
“Are you picking your bridesmaids now too?” Leah teased, flopping upside down over the edge of her bed. Her hair poured over the glossy magazine spread of white dresses.
“Hey,” Emily protested, swiping at her—but then she made the mistake of looking up. Leah’s eyes were bugged out, huge and dramatic. A giggle bubbled up in Emily’s stomach.
“Whatever,” she said, rolling onto her back. “I don’t even need to pick. I know it’ll be you.”
-x-
“It’s gonna be okay, Leah. We’ll find him.”
“Yeah,” Leah said—but her eyes stayed on the Clearwater’s empty fireplace, her shoulders hunched in on themselves into a silhouette lonely and sharp as a knife.
Emily paused at the edge of the couch.
There was ice still curling in her fingertips. Spring was damp and frozen-over this year, and the heater in Emily’s car on the fritz, so the drive down to La Push had been miserable even without the memory of Leah’s panic over the phone, clutching at Emily’s lungs—
“Hey,” she said, stooping to gather up the wool blanket that had lived on the arm of this couch for as longer than she could remember. “We will. Your mom’s even coordinating the search party, right? If anyone’s got finding superpowers…”
Leah’s snort was half-hearted at best. She still didn’t look up.
Emily shook the blanket out, and wrapped it tight around her. She kept her arms draped around Leah with the fabric, sinking down onto the cushions beside her.
All around them, the shadows breathed—filling the silence, pressing down heavy on the room. Floorboards sighed. Outside, the porchlight buzzed. Leah held her breath, so Emily did too.
“We were going to leave together,” Leah said finally, small and thin. “He deferred his acceptance to Seattle, and we were…we were going to…”
Her voice didn’t break so much as fall, spinning down and down into the depths of the dark.
Emily clung tighter, and finally Leah melted onto her shoulder.
-x-
“Can you bring that pink lemonade cake recipe when you all come down? Seth hasn’t shut up about it since the last time you made it, and—”
Emily wound the phone cord around her wrist and leaned over to see if she could reach her recipe portfolio across the counter. “I thought you were ignoring his birthday this year?”
Leah scoffed on the other end of the phone. “I mean, I said that.”
“Sibling thing?” Emily teased, catching one of the ribboned corners. “Thank goodness I don’t know what that’s like.”
“I think you count as basically my sister at this point,” Leah said, “remember how my parents grounded you last time you were visiting?”
“Ooh, yeah, am I even allowed to bake in your dad’s kitchen anymore?” She dragged the book closer and started rifling through. “’Cause he did seem pretty mad about—”
“I still think he should’ve just been glad I knew we have a fire extinguisher,” Leah groused immediately, and Emily burst into a laugh.
-x-
“I’ll kick his ass for you,” Leah said. Emily choked on the changing shape of her sob, caught halfway to a laugh.
“No, hey, I mean it.” Leah grabbed Emily’s hand, and wove her fingers tightly through hers. She’d been out running just before Emily got here, and her skin was warm.
It had been a joke ever since they were kids—Leah would dash outside barefoot in the middle of January snow, and Emily wouldn’t leave the house unless she had three layers of jackets with her—
“Em. You deserved better. Tell me you know that.”
“I don’t know.” The lump in her throat swelled, and she swiped her free hand furiously across her eyes. It didn’t help, she could still feel them burning. “I mean, I knew he wasn’t, like, a great guy. I should’ve ended things sooner, I just…”
“You wanted to be happy,” Leah said fiercely, her grip tightening. “Em, there’s nothing wrong with that.”
A shudder tore down Emily’s shoulders. She yanked her hand away from Leah’s, and buried her face in her knees.
Bedsprings creaked, and Leah’s weight vanished from the end of the bed. Good, fine, Emily thought—but the tears were already starting up again, and she was so fucking tired of crying about this boy—
When she came up for air, Leah was waiting cross-legged at her feet, holding a glass of water. Emily’s heart ached.
“I don’t deserve you,” she whispered, reaching out.
“Of course you do,” Leah said. Her smile was fragile, but she took Emily’s hand again, and her grip was as steady as ever. “We’re cousins, right?”
-x-
“Yeah, but I don’t need to make money being a teacher.” Emily leaned into Leah’s shoulder, ignoring her eye-roll. “I’ll just mooch off of you when you’re a successful big-city lawyer.”
“Like I even wanna go to law school.” Leah elbowed Emily in the ribs, so lightly that Emily just leaned harder.
“Come on, I was at your first debate tournament. And you’re gonna get a basketball scholarship, you know you are, so don’t even—”
“You need to stop reading my mind,” Leah said, but there was a smile playing around the corner of her lips.
“Only when you stop doubting yourself,” Emily sang—then yelped away when Leah lunged for her pillow and swung it toward her.
-x-
“I’m not crying about it,” Leah said, but even over the phone Emily could tell her best friend’s voice was thick with tears. She closed her eyes and wished desperately she could drive back down to La Push—but she’d been down just last weekend for Rachel and Rebecca’s going-away party, and she had a shift at the marina this weekend—
“It’s okay if you are,” she said, trying to make her voice as soft as possible, “I’m gonna miss Rachel and Rebecca too.”
“I just…” Leah exhaled, and Emily could hear her nails tapping nervously against the phone. “Do you ever think about how everything’s changing right now? I don’t know, sometimes I’m worried that…”
She trailed off into static, and a faint rustle. Emily pictured her swapping the phone from ear-to-ear, biting the inside of her cheek like she always did when she got nervous.
“Hey,” she said, firm, once the silence stretched too long for Leah to be formulating a response. “I know it doesn’t change how much it sucks that they’re gone. But I promise that I’m not going anywhere.”
Leah’s watery laugh cracked halfway through, and she was sobbing on the other end of the phone.
-x-
“You girls take care of each other now,” Aunt Sue said, hands on her hips.
Emily nodded, a little shiver running down her spine at the responsibility—they were going to the park by themselves! no grown-ups!—but she could feel Leah practically bouncing at her side.
“We promise,” she told her aunt, jutting up her chin.
Aunt Sue smiled, faint and fond. “Alright. I’m trusting you.”
Emily squeezed Leah’s hand. Her cousin squeezed back without a second of hesitation.
“We’ll be okay,” she said, and her voice was even brighter than the summer sun.
-x-
Five years and fourteen hundred miles from the funeral, Emily Young will finally stop running.
She will be sore and a little shaky from a long drive she took alone, neck cricked from the curve of the seat, heart climbing out of her throat along with all the air from her lungs.
An apology will curl on her tongue as she locks the car and shuffles through gray parking lot snow, rehearsed in the rearview mirrors as she drove and the cracked motel glass last night; but also in the hollow spaces of her wedding photographs, in the falter of her fingers halfway through a phone number before remembering the voice she wanted to hear wouldn’t be on the other end of it…
She will tuck her hands into her coat pockets against bitter wind, but it will fail to hide the way they tremble.
She will recognize Leah the second she steps into the cafe.
#is this original content?#emily young#leah clearwater#IT'S HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERE#i have put. so many tears into this fanfic#please ask me questions abt it if you want. by the way. i have so many more thoughts
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Loved by the hashiras- part 2
The first meet-up
Ok so part 2 is finaly here, it took me a while to come up with something, and i cant realy fit all the ideas in here so there will be a part 3 and 4 . Also read part one if you havent already, this was all a request by the lovely @danielle-marie ! Ok lets get to it.
This is it. You have made it to the headquarters where you will now meet your new colleagues. The infamous Hashiras.
You have always dreamed of meeting them and working alongside them, slaying and fighting demons with them. Looking down to your right you saw Kiriya looking right at you. Waiting for your approval and response. And with one last look into his eyes, you nodded your head for him to open the door.
A bright light shining into your eyes. It was a beautiful place. Filled with the greenest trees and clearest lake that had looked like a little swamp for frogs and little birds. And there they were.
The 9 Hashiras and their master sitting before them. Oh, now you were nervous. They were looking at you! Oh lord, this is so embarrassing.
‘Welcome back.’ said a purple haired Hashira. She had a butterfly clip in her hair and the haori she wore resembled a butterfly.
‘ Now let's not get too excited. Welcome to the headquarters (Y/n). We are delighted to meet you.’ said a man who you had guessed was Ubayashiki.
You had instantly bowed down onto your knees before him ‘Thank you so much for this opportunity master! I will always try to do my best as a Hashira’ your voice was uneven from the nervousness.
‘ Its quite alright (Y/n), you were chosen by me after all. I thought about all of this for a while, you know? You are going to be the star Hashira. I have a house located for you just outside the headquarters, all your belongings are in there along with some food and furniture. It should be comfortable.’
‘ Oh that’s really lovely of you to do master!’ he chuckled at that before standing up.
‘ Now if you would like to meet your new colleagues I will give you plenty of time to.’
‘Thank you master!’ and with that Kiriya and Kanata escorted him away, leaving you with pure anxiety.
‘ Well that was one flashy entrance must I say! Quite exquisite!’ slowly turning around you to see who said those words you saw a big, tall man with white hair staring down at you. His big muscles and biceps leaned you to believe you were very tiny. Even though your form was alright.
‘ I completely agree with you Tengen, she is very beautiful! I can see her helping me out in a mission or maybe even on something else’ said a man with red and yellow hair. Oh wow this made you blush.
‘Don’t flirt with her dipshits, you're making her feel embarrassed. Introduce yourself first! Besides don’t you have 3 wives already Tengen? ‘the man who said that had scars on his chest and short gray hair.
‘ A fourth one wouldn’t be much of a trouble; I would spoil her day and night! My name is Tengen Uzui, your future soon-to-be flashy husband!’ he stopped and kissed the back of your hand. Yep now you were feeling very dizzy.
‘ I'm (Y/n) (L/n) nice too meet you I guess. But im not looking for a lover right now! But thanks for the offer tough I wish we can all just be very good friends!’
Everyone's smile twitched a bit at your sentence, poor you just wanted to be friendly, what did you do!?
‘Well you must be tired aren't you (Y/n) ? I bet all that walking did a number on you!’ said a pretty lady with pink and green hair. ‘ I'm Mitsuri, the love pillar, it's quite nice to meet you. If you'd like I can lead you to your house!’
‘ Oh that would be very lovely, thank you!’
‘ Um may I come with you please, id like to meet our new colleague’ this time it was a heterochromatic- eyed boy with masks on his face and the cutest snake you had ever seen.
You always loved serpents and reptiles like snakes, frogs, worms and lizards, especially lizards. You had begged your parents since you were young for a lizard pet, and finally, they bought one for your birthday.
A small blue tounge skink, you had him for 7 years now. You had sometimes taken him onto missions, hiding him in your haori. You had named him after your late brother Chikako.
‘ Oh of course you can come, what's your name?’
‘ Im Iguro the serpent pillar, nice to meet you (Y/n). And this little guy is Kaburamaru.’
‘He's realy cute!’ you went on to pet the snake, it had licked your hand and leaned more into you.
‘He likes you a lot.’ Iguro said with a slight blush.
‘ Let's get going before the dark falls, wouldn’t want any troubles on the way.’
Right after Mitsuri had said that you began walking to your new home. It was maybe 10 minutes of walking into the woods, the house being very pretty, surrounded by wisteria trees and pretty bushes.
Making it into your house you saw it had a beautiful décor inside, and on the table was the tree where Chikako was sleeping.
‘Oh my baby, thank God you're okay.’
‘You also like serpents?!’ Iguro asked with a big blush.
‘I love them very much; they all remind me of family and friends.’
After some time Mitsuri and Iguro had to go back, but in the last minute, Mitsuri gave something to you.
‘Have some Sakura mochi (Y/n), they are my favorite!’ Mitsuri said with hearts in her eyes.
‘Thank you so much Mitsuri, I will be sure to enjoy them!’ and with that you had separated, closing the door with a sleepy sigh, walking to your bed. Not even bothering to shower as you go into your dreams.
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Fine. The Furry Roster, part 1 of however many parts it takes:
All the Gordons are cephalopods. Reasoning: Freeman's deep sea thing + Swap's tentacles + Doc is strange and bizarre + Freeman compares Loverboy to a cuttlefish in Act 1 + Literal Actual Octopus "Gordon".
Freeman/Storyteller: Architeuthis/Giant Squid
Swap/Overlord: Vampire Squid (they're really weird AND the vampire thing)
Doc/Hypnos: Firefly Squid (those fuckers GLOW)
Player/Power Trip: Blue-Ringed Octopus (chill but also dangerous)
Gordon B/Leading Light: Cuttlefish
Seven/Last Resort Gordon: Giant Pacific Octopus
Worldstop crew:
Malcom Challender: Unicorn (something something his ability to manipulate Source seemed magical to the AI? Really it's just because our Malcom fictive has a ponysona but no actual fursona)
Darnold: Pitbull (seen as aggressive but tend to be sweethearts; very loyal)
Benrey/"Forzen": Blue dragon sea slug / garden snail (Benrey is a slug, but his Forzen disguise is quite literally him retreating into his shell)
Y2KVR crew:
Benrey (also Loveletters Benrey): Heterometris spinifer/Giant blue scorpion (for obvious reasons + they're blue)
Spork (also Valentine): African Gray Parrot (They're smart as FUCK)
Coomer/Lovetap: Mantis shrimp
Bubby/Dr. Feelgood: Fire salamander
Forzen/DJ Heartbeat: Mongolian death worm (this is not a real animal, however, they are supposedly attracted by rhythmic thumping similar to a heavy bass beat)
Darnold/Smooth Operator: Cinnabar chanterelle (yes, the mushroom. Consider the emails to be similar to the mycelial network. I know this is getting weird. It will get weirder.)
Tommy/I Don't Remember His Lovecore Name: Common crow
The Restrictor: Raven (Half-Life G-Man is associated with ravens sometimes)
More will come soon.
"blackmailbutler asked:
Furry Roster Part 2 Of Something:
Admins:
Admin C: Tri-color Monitor Lizard
G-Man: Komodo Dragon
Da Boss: Blue Poison Dart Frog
Admin F: Blue jay (Like a blue jay, most of his aggression is a bluff; he's loud and abrasive, but doesn't actually want to fight)
Admin P: Praying Mantis (green and can sort of punch things)
Admin Darnold (he is mentioned one time in Act 1): Clownfish (orange + Darnold is mentioned to have been taking care of Joshua, which made us think of Finding Nemo because of the whole parental figure thing? Mostly going on vibes because we know nothing of him.)
Mad Science Team:
Sleepless: Canada Goose (Acts like an asshole most of the time + Canada + probably loud as fuck)
Harold: Protogen (it's MY furry AU and *I* get to choose the species. AND Protogens are COOL)
Electrobubby: Electric eel (duh)
Politerey: Duck (mostly because we are a Benrey and Forzen siblings truther)
Project Coolatta: Lace Monitor Lizard
The Old Man: Lace Monitor Lizard (they're monitors to call back to a certain other father-son duo, but unlike GVRV and C, they're the same species to represent them NOT being estranged)
Merch Team/The Last Resort:
The Party Pontiff: Mantis shrimp
Wheels: Okay so you know how people make anthro planes? That but a Greyhound bus. Yes he still drives an actual bus. I told you last ask that it'd get weirder!
Tommy Bahama: Marine iguana (He does the beach tour IIRC. Plus I wanted him to be a lizard like some of the other Tommies.)
Dr. Perky: Golden orbweaver (laser grid = spiderwebs, plus golden/orange color scheme)
The Bellhop: Tropical leatherleaf slug (Vibes only. Plus he can retract one of his eyestalks to fit the one-eyed thing.)
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Barney Calhoun: Harbor Seal
Alyx Vance: Leopard/Deer (based on our pre-existing furry!Alyx. Eli is a deer, and she wears a little headband with some of his shed antlers on it.)
Capital M: Changeling (think MLP. What do you mean that's just the ponysona that I got assigned by the system. I don't know what you're talking about.)"
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OH MY YOU ACTUALLY DID IT. YOU ACTUALLY HAD THEM ALL. AND!! THEY'RE ALL SO AWESOME TOO?? I don't know much about the lizard selections for the Coolattas BUT!! Absolutely AGREED on the Gordons being cephalopods that is SO SO COOL. The bright colored rings of the blue ringed octopus on Player and Power Trip? OHHH THAT'S EPIC.Love the sea slug snail thing you have going for worldstop benrey. YES!! Attention for the worldstop benrey!! Love that guy. cherish that guy. AND Y2KVR FORZEN AS THE WOOORM. THAT! IS! SUCH A COOL WAY OF TYING IN MUSIC TO CREATURES. AND!! Same goes for Y2KVR Darnold! Because OH! MY! GOD! MUSHROOM MYCELIAL NETWORK FOR THE EMAILS YES YES YES THAT!! IS AWESOME. love mushrooms (: kicking my legs and giggling DUDE!! You have so much good stuff here HOW AM I TO SAY STUFF AT IT ALL? Literally ALLLL of these are SUCH! GOOD! CHOICES! I could be here forever. Mad Science Harold as a Protogen, YIPPEE! Forzen and Benrey connections? ALWAYS welcome! WHEELS. AS A BUS FURRY. /VPOS. Dr Perky as an orb weaver I LOVE ORBWEAVERS YES YES YES I SEE THE VISION AND IT IS WONDERFUL. And you certainly covered your bases huh? THE MCDONALDS WORKERS FROM HLVRV. AS FURRYS. IN! MY! INBOX!! /pos
and of course. ponysona ponys mlp hlvrv on the merklins tumblr ONCE AGAIN!! A lovely selection by the way changelings are so epic and cool always <3
THANK YOU FOR SHARING. THE. THIS!! SO EPIC AND COOL LOVE YOUR IDEAS THIS IS WONDERFUL AND TREASURED! This list spinning forever in the thoughts now (:
#m asks#m friends (:#< YOUR EPIC HUGE BIG IDEAS#hlvrv roster#< AS FURRIES NONETHELESS!#ohhhh that response formatting is so to look at BUT!! YOU. ACTUAL FULL CAST LIST IN MY INBOX. THANK YOU??#CHERISHING ALWAYS NOW#m schemes#< you just creature assigned EVERY. SINGLE. hlvrv characters. I LOVE creatures AND hlvrv! I gotta draw some more of these!
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[CM] Birds - Biyaw 2
Our final bird post! At least until I inevitably find some Maine birding guide that introduces a new species, haha. Today’s the second half of the biyaw* list, birds that are common and easily hunted.
Below are translations for sparrows, vireos, and a whole lot more.
Northern waterthrush (Parkesia noveboracensis) - Chochocho
Streaky brown-and-cream bird. Present in summer and fall. Feed on insects, snails, fish, and salamanders. Known for foraging along watersides in the bog.
Wood thrush (Hylocichla mustelina) - Wupwiurr
Brown-and-white thrush with a spotted chest and belly. Present in summer. Feed on insects and berries.
Veery (Catharus fuscescens) - Veerr
Brown-and-white thrush, similar to a wood thrush but unspotted. Present in summer. Feed on insects and berries.
Song sparrow (Melospiza melodia) - Hipchee
Brownish sparrow with heavy streaking and red stripes on the head. Present year-round. Feed mostly on insects and seeds.
Swamp sparrow (Melospiza georgiana) - Sees
Brown sparrow with an unpatterned belly. Present year-round but most abundant in spring, summer, and fall. Feed mostly on insects.
White-eyed vireo (Vireo griseus) - Pikchikawee
Gray-and-yellow vireo with white eyes. Present sparingly in summer and fall. Feed on insects and berries. The word pikchikawee is derived from a mnemonic I saw for white-eyed vireo calls!
Yellow-throated vireo (Vireo flavifrons) - Ee’earp
Mostly gray bird with a yellow-olive head and white underparts. Present sparingly in summer. Feed on insects, fruit, and seeds.
Warbling vireo (Vireo gilvus) - Wiuwiu
Dull gray bird with a slightly lighter belly. Present in summer and early fall. Feed mostly on insects, but eat berries as well.
Blue-headed vireo (Vireo solitarius) - Wee’rip
White-and-olive bird with a blue-gray head and white eye rings. Present in summer and fall. Feed on insects and small fruit.
Marsh wren (Cistothorus palustris) - Pich
Little chocolate-brown bird with a distinct body shape, often seen perched while bobbing its tail. Present year-round but most abundant in summer. Feed mostly on insects.
Alder flycatcher (Empidonax alnorum) - Rebeer
Grayish-brown and white flycatcher with a small head crest. Present in summer. Feed on insects - can be seen flycatching, darting off a branch to catch bugs mid-air!
Phoebe (Sayornis phoebe) - Weebee
Small flycatcher with a dark brownish-gray back and white underparts. Present year-round but most abundant in summer and fall. Feed on insects and berries.
Bittern (Botaurus lentiginosus) - Wikbwip
Small heron with brown-and-cream streaking and a long striped beak. Present in spring and summer, sometimes seen in fall. Feed on fish, frogs, insects, and other aquatic life. Bitterns have some unique nicknames - my favorite is “mire-drum”.
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My Habitica tableaux animations for Plaguetober 2021.
Captions beneath the cut.
1, Magic: After a series of contract negotiations, the bunny has agreed to submit to transmogrification, provided that he will not be required to curl up in Dr. Athanasius’s musty top hat and that he will be allowed to consume any and all bouquets of flowers sprouting from the tip of the magic wand after the conclusion of the performance.
2, Protect: Sometimes the best way to save a bloom is to prune a bloom.
3, Trace: The next time you find yourself in an abandoned cornfield at midnight and in need of a convenient source of flame, try bringing your pet phoenix along for stress-free ignition.
4, Sweater: Spectral tiger cubs are often shy and tend to vanish when startled by steaming mugs of cocoa.
5, Act: Now thou art an O without a figure. I am better than thou art now. I am a fool. Thou art nothing.
6, Discovery: Remember, Watson, that though we have so homely a thing as a goose at one end of this chain, we have at the other a man who will certainly get seven years’ penal servitude unless we can establish his innocence.
7, Measure: To hatch yourself a mantis shrimp, take a drop of this, a drop of that, distill in an alchemist’s alembic, and… Poof!
8, Incense: Welcome to The Temple of the Spectral Gourd! What’s that tantalizing aroma?
9, Sit: Sure, Dr Athanasius enjoys the occasional cozy chat in the Swarming Darkness with his Ember-Eyed Egg Friends now and then. Doesn’t everybody?
10, Reap: There is a Reaper whose name is Death, and, with his sickle keen, he reaps the bearded grain at a breath, and the flowers that grow between.
11, Feather: Intruder! Mama! Intruder in the birdhouse! Get him!!!
12, Blunder: Dr. Athanasius’s pet phoenix, though admittedly very helpful in lighting the campfire, turned out to be inconveniently curious about the fish and carrot stew. Sadly, his hat would never be the same.
13, Treat: The only thing Dr. Athanasius enjoyed more than tea parties with hedgehogs was biscuits as big as his head.
14, Crystal: As it turns out, transverse rephlogistonification of Celestite works splendidly to thaw out ice serpents, but don’t expect to receive any gratitude from them.
15, Bandage: A rag, a bone, a strip of gauze… A mount fit for a Pharaoh!
16, Spirit: Soul summoning cannot yet be considered a controlled process.
17, Warning: Don’t change color, kitty. Keep your color, kitty. Stay that pretty gray. Don’t change color, kitty. Keep your color, kitty. Keep sickness away.
18, Mischief: Step one, acquire key to classroom. Step two, acquire cat toy. Step three, lure enormous blue frog into classroom by means of cat toy. Step four… ???
25, Ticket: Dr Athanasius leapt at the chance to tour the Luminous Sewers of Dragon Canal, but neglected to notice that his ticket had him placed in the Splash Zone.
26, Clandestine: Dr Athanasius thought he had escaped scrutiny, but he couldn’t quite be sure.
27, Nest: “Who, me? Nothing. Just thought I’d get a bit of fresh air. The what? On my head? Oh! Oh, I hadn’t noticed. I’ll just leave that here, shall I? Right, then. Goodbye!”
28, Revive: A shower of sparks from the scarab wand, and the desiccated nudibranch was as good as new.
29, Romantic: A confirmed bachelor, Dr Athanasius was never happier than when he was all on his lonesome, a wanderer above the sea of fog.
30, Macabre: And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.
31, Witch: Whenever Dr Athanasius borrowed his witch friend’s flying gear, it always made him feel a bit off kilter, but he very much appreciated the extra cat storage. (Animation linked here due to 30-gif post limit.)
#plaguesona#plaguetober2021#plaguetober#habitica#drathanasius#kircher's automaton dreams 8-bit dreams#digital paper dolls
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2 dreams from tonight. Will be long post, most surely. Kind of nightmares in a way.
1st. I only remembered this dream had something to do with Gordon Ramsey. He was either there to teach me something, I had to cook for him etc. I don't know / remember. There was dark back wall where shined faint light from behind me. I had to get something from there even that the area was empty. As I stood stood there, into the light slid this big black hairy mass with very long thin arms. It came from my right. I only saw it from neck to waist since it was so big and close to me. It instantly reminded me of those weird frog spirit monsters from Soul Reaver game. This was just big, black and hairy with nasty negative energy. It reached it's hands forward, like to grab my shadow on the wall. I didn't like the feeling so I woke myself up. I was on my side, staring a vitrine but at the same time I still was seeing this moment from my dream in my head. I instantly started to fall asleep, it being there. I kept waking up and almost falling asleep many times, and many times during this, I told this thing: "Stop. Go away. You can't have me. Go away." and it finally left, letting me sleep.
2nd. In this dream I was in tight but a bit long medieval castle looking room. It was all made of gray stones. Now, I love medieval castles, but this... It had something bad in there. First thing to my right was small open doorway, next to it was thin but tall rock throne, kind of, which had been bade to be part of the wall. On it was 4 decoration pillows with pictures on them. I knew they were there for spiritual protection. Next to it was a big hole on the wall, you could enter right through it in this empty space. I have no idea what that was for but I didn't like it. Next to it was same kind of rock throne what I described first. On this you could burn candles for protection etc. At the back wall was this oval shaped huge hole, dig in the wall with beautiful decoration "railing" going around it. Inside was this huge... Thing which looked like... It wasn't human, it wasn't a monster or any deity I know but... Damn. It looked like it had two huge, weird shaped skulls pressed together. One up, one down, connected by the neck area. There were no eyes, no mouth, no nose. Just this weird, kind of long, shaped skull with big deep eye holes. Around the skulls were these weird thick "stripes". Part of them looked like ribs, more likely to give support, while the rest looked like thick long skin stripes. It all looked like some sort of cage. All parts were dry and this whole thing was covered with old dried blood. At first it didn't give me any bad vibes or anything. I was rather fashinated by it even that it was weird and creepy looking.
However, when this modern time woman came in the room and gave me this wooden dildo candle (yes, I know), saying she made it herself and it needs to be burned for protection, the energy changed. I came to check this skulls thing few times and every time it felt more and more angry and negative. It's upper face had started to change a little too. I grabbed this wooden didlo candle, trying to get it burn on first throne after removing the pillows. But it just didn't want to burn so I moved on the second throne. Energy in the place had become more stronger and negative, me hearing some weird female screaming now. I finally got the dildo's to burn and the flame flashed as big and purple before it started to burn slowly so I left it to burn.
Now I noticed opal shaped hole on the wall, on my left, near this second throne. Insine that opal hole was stone statue of some high leveled medieval woman, probably royalty if not some kind of deity even. I eyed her a moment, feeling calm and good. There was big black candle on the floor near my feet so I lit it up for her (watching out my skirt wouldn't caught the fire) and, again, the flame was purple. Tiny, but still purple. Now I went back to first throne. I had removed those pillows out of the way for safety reasons before so now I put them back for protection. Biggest pillow had old painting picture on it of a light skinned woman with short orange hair. She was almost nude with some flowers, fruits and bushes around her as she, kind of, laid down. I heard this weird and deep mix of female voices coming from the back of the room where that skulls thing was so I hurried to place the pillows right for protection. Hell, the voices were creepy but more creepy was the negative energy in the room! It was very clear this thing was coming to life, doing something bad. Like kill / eat me and then rest of the people in this whole place.
I don't know why it was coming to life. Was it angry I was in the room, making protections there to keep it sealed / away, to protect the castle and myself? Was it protecting something or someone? What it actually was? How it had got there? Was it natural deity or human made? Was it actually trapped there against it's own will? If it needed my help, why it didn't just tell me?
And what about the statue of that woman? I'm sure it has something to do with that thing since I instantly sensed clear, but faint, connection between the two. Maybe she was this thing or part of it. Had she created it to protect the castle? Or herself? Had she created or summoned it to her own selfish purposes (like getting a revenge on a man who cheated her etc). Damn, I'm curious!
#Text#Dream#Neis dream#Nightmare#Kind of#Monster#Deity#Skulls monster#Hairy frog monster#I've been eating badly lately so...#Is that the reason for these dreams?#Or is it the new moon?
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A few feet underwater, face down
A grandmother is sitting at a table next to three people. Three people sit next to her. One is in his late forties, balding around the edges of his hairline, gray hair peaking out of unclipped nostrils. The man sitting to her left is her husband. He is wearing a jacket with Disney characters, a beard that goes to his collar bone, and no hair to speak of on the top of his head. Across from her, there is the thing they are not talking about.
The thing they are not talking about is sitting with his hands in his pockets. He feels the chill air conditioning as a reprieve from the heat outside.
"Twenty or so of Taxes to buy a new sport of thirty-nine finding a new station in the dead of night," the grandmother says.
The thing they are not talking about is enjoying his meal. He has a plate of clams in garlic sauce. The family is in a Chinese buffet, and the world is not ending, and the thing they are not talking about assumes they are talking about taxes, although he cannot tell.
"If you put thirty or so more of them into a new account you'll find that it increases it by ninety, then you'll have the eighty to fall against again in twice the amount of time."
This peaks the thing they are not talking about's interest, because it almost makes sense. When he finds he cannot keep track, he returns to his meal. He enjoys the taste of seafood, and thinks about the ocean.
Not everything is about him, the thing that they are not talking about reasons, although everyone at the table is thinking about it. There is something just beneath the surface, scratching against the glass, trying to escape from his mouth. Has it been long enough to become blasé. Have they forgotten?
He tries to speak, but finds he cannot make any words.
The grandmother notices the look on the thing's face. She is worried. He's been sick for a long time. It runs in her family, after all. But despite the worry, the sense of normalcy is nice. It's good to get out of the house and see him, even if he's silent and wide eyed like a newborn baby.
"Food, eating, you," she says. The words are not in a row. They come out like frogs on the tip of her tongue. The thing hears them and understands.
He has understood what it would be like to be eaten for a long time. They are talking about eating him. He understands that something is very, very wrong with the world. For every person there is a stomach.
He thinks about stomachs as these deep pits that cannot be filled. They are filled with fire and brimstone and death and everything has been falling apart for years, but for some reason they are not talking about it. Unless they are, unless they always have been, unless they are planning on eating him.
He scoops a clam out of its shell and eats it. The broth almost tastes sweet. He spoons some of it over the white rice and eats a few grains.
The grandmother watches him eat. She wonders how many times she has been to a buffet with him. There's an anger in her. Shes not sure if she blames him or everything else, but that doesn't matter. She was raised as a Jehovah's witness, but now she doesn't like to think about that. What is just is, and what is sucks.
The one they are not talking about is afraid as they finish the dinner. The check is paid, the toothpicks taken, and mints passed around, so they walk outside. In the parking lot, the old man in the Disney jacket pulls out a map and shows off the rifle he had in the back of his mini-van.
The thing is confused. The thing is afraid. If someone understands nothing about the world, then the world is a scary place. But if they understand the basics of the world -- the bomb explodes and the meat is of the flesh -- but they do not understand the truth of the it, then everything is nothing but horror. The boy is always being talked about. He does not know what is being said as they examine the rifle, but he knows its about him. He wonders when his time will be.
The grandmother loves her grandson. She loves like its a deep, immutable part of her that might rip her apart if she has to let it go. That deep immutable part is anger. Shes afraid of the thing, but the thing is more afraid than she knows.
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UFO's and the Paranormal with Marty Garza - Nov 18, 2023
Seriah is joined by Marty Garza, a former World Champion and Hall of Fame Monster Truck driver and engineer, with decades of experience as a paranormal researcher. Topics include The Snake Brothers, Whitley Strieber, the evolution away from nuts-and-bolts Ufology to a more holistic view of the phenomena, multiple interpretations of similar experiences, government disinformation since the 1940’s, cross-overs between different phenomena, false binary choices in paranormal belief, poltergeist activity, Luis Elizondo, UAPs, the paradox of ex-government personnel revealing top secret information without consequences, the U-2 flights in the 1950’s, an analogy between human interaction with dolphins and the abduction phenomenon, one-off monsters, “Survivorman” Les Stroud’s paranormal encounters, Timothy Renner, combined paranormal experiences, Jacques Vallee, reporting biases, the “hilltop graph”, one-time vs repeat experiencers, unexplained voices, personal encounters with the unknown, a youthful experience of Marty’s, a Whitley Strieber anecdote involving a fireball and a visit from a dead loved one, the film “Witness to Another World”, the Gulf Breeze 7 incident, contactees and false prophecies, Dorothy Martin, the group she led into expecting a mass alien landing, John Keel, misleading predictions, Gray Barker, MIB, Bernhard Schwartz, cattle mutilations, Black Eyed Kids, shadow people, Hatman, Black Cloud phenomenon, Djinn, paranormal sensitivity, Gary Nolan, the difficulties of inter-species communication, light phenomenon and poltergeist activity, the difficulties of the Extraterrestrial Hypothesis, Steven Greer, Fae Folk, the Last Exit For The Lost radio show, Mike Clelland’s first novel, Joshua Cutchin, psyops, an analogy involving the Great Wall of China, J. Alan Hynek, Graham Hancock, Ancient Aliens, shamanic experiences, religious origins, Rosicrucianism, Freemasonry, mushrooms, ayahuasca, the Book of Enoch, plasma intelligence, orbs, alleged ball lightning, Aleister Crowley and ball lightning, Ray Hernandez, an episode of “Ghost Hunters”, a personal experience of Seriah, a paranormal content provider on social media, “The Conjuring”, Skinwalker Ranch, Timothy Good’s book “Alien Liaisons”, bizarre encounters at a western ranch, Jeff Ritzmann, Blind Frog Ranch, strange black boxes in a place in Colorado, green fireball sightings in the 1950’s, boron-fueled aircraft, Lockheed-Martin and nuclear fusion, the Space Defense Initiative of the 1980’s, and much more! This is some absolutely fascinating material!
- Recap by Vincent Treewell
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Allegiances - Tributarius e Astris
A (limited) list of cats in the StreamClan universe during the events of Tributarius e Astris! I will post ThunderClan, WindClan, ShadowClan, and SkyClan on request.
RiverClan
LEADER- Nightstar: Old black tom.
DEPUTY- Smokereed: Gray tabby tom
APPRENTICE- Poppypaw: Blue-eyed, fluffy, calico she-cat.
HEALER- Flowergaze: Elderly silver tabby she-cat.
APPRENTICE- Ravenpaw: Black-and-white tomcat.
WARRIORS- Fernpool: Brown calico she-cat with orange eyes
APPRENTICE- Swanpaw: White tomcat.
Shadepelt: Dark brown tabby tom with orange eyes
Frostshine: White she-cat.
Rosecloud: Brown, long-haired tortoiseshell she-cat.
Raintail: Blue-gray tabby tom with blue eyes.
APPRENTICE- Featherpaw: Fluffy brown-and-white tabby she-cat.
Hailcloud: Gray-and-white fluffy she-cat
APPRENTICE- Brightpaw: Pale calico she-cat.
Marshpelt: Fluffy black tom.
Minnowsplash: Ginger-and-white tabby tom.
Sootclaw: Blue-grey tom with white dashes on his tail, chest, and nose.
Pearleaf: Pale calico she-cat.
Bramblestream: Long-furred, brown tabby she-cat with a white muzzle and paws.
QUEENS- Tansyleaf: Ginger she-cat with blue eyes.
KITS- Thrushkit: Blue-gray tabby tom.
Brindlekit: Tortoiseshell she-cat.
Bluekit: Blue-gray tom.
Cranewing: Fluffy silver tabby she-cat.
ELDERS- Beetlefang: Dark gray tom with blue eyes.
Rockfall: Black-and-white tom.
Hawkflight: Dark brown tabby she-cat with long fur and blue eyes.
Harewhisker: Gray tom with a white chest and toes
Cats Outside of Clans
Buzz: Brown she-cat with black feet and a black, bobbed tail. Smoke’s mate.
Smoke: Heavily scarred, grizzled, long-furred, grey tabby tom. Buzz’s mate.
Pepper: Black-and-grey speckled she-cat. Bug’s sister.
Bug: Grey tabby she-cat with a bobbed tail and missing ear. Pepper’s sister.
Arthur: Light brown-and-white tabby tom.
Hawk: Scarred and ragged black tom. Daisy’s mate.
Daisy: Dark brown tabby she-cat. Hawk’s mate.
Hoot: Green-eyed black tom. Hawk and Daisy’s kit.
Lily: Brown tabby she-cat. Hawk and Daisy’s kit.
Frog: Yellow-brown, patchy-coated, heavily scarred tom.
Bulrush: Yellow-brown tabby tom with green eyes. Frog’s kit.
Quill: Grey-and-white tabby tom with blue eyes and a scarred face.
Rose: Smokey black she-cat with yellow eyes.
Birdie: Dark brown tortoiseshell she-cat.
Pounce: Very young brown tabby tom with a white chest and paws. Birdie’s kit.
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Ch. 3 Night Begins
Rosa's POV
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The sun was beginning to set.
The sky, painted in brilliant warm colors, was preparing for a change. Weaving in and out, various shades and tints bobbed over and under the horizon, seeping through the fluffy clouds, making the bland, white clouds bleed with colors. Yet farther from the horizon line, the darker the colors became. Bright pink to dark pink, light orange to blood red, speckles of light gray to velvety blue…
The night was approaching, the moon was soon to dominate as the sun retires.
"It seems like it's finally time."
Blood red eyes blinked awake, a color more gruesome than any slaughtered prey's blood within this foliage.
The little creature, the size of a walnut, yet honing a pair startlingly eyes craned her small body. She was perfectly camouflaged within the trees as the green of her body fits right in with the leaves.
Shuffling her body, the creature slowly stretched her body out, taking a huge stretch. The good kind of stretch that makes the eye glimmer in a twinkle in satisfaction, the whole body twitching.
With a little pop, cobalt blue limbs appeared as her little, orange feet and hands also peeked out.
Originally tucking her little limbs under her body, the single tone of green ended up with some a company of colors.
"Aaah."
With a slow blink, the creature, a red-eyed tree frog, took a breath of the nighttime air.
"Ay, Rosa, are you prepared for some hunting!"
Rosa turned to the noisy source calmly and slowly spoke, "Rony, please tame your excitement. It just turned night."
"Whatever you say, Rosa!" Rony exclaimed. He was exactly the same as Rosa. Bright green, shiny blue, striking orange, and…blood red.
"Anyways, I'll be going with the pack, the family. I guess I gotta use the technical name, you know, the Army! Defiantly know the ants ain't happy with that one. Anyways, you know, the Army likes to have some nightly partying while the stars are coming out. You gotta come!"
"Alright, Rony. Enjoy some family time then. I'll be taking a little hop around the place."
"Why? No family time?! Why go to other boring places?"
"Rony, let's not be a frog in the well. You've only seen this one tree, what about the hundreds upon thousands of other trees? Open the mind to the new of this world." Rosa gazed thoughtfully within the deepness of the never-ending barricade of trees.
"C'mon Rosa, you know the brain in here is smaller than a seed! Can't. Understand. Nothing." Rony blabbered playfully, wadding up his little orange toes into a little fist, knocking at his brain on beat with every syllable, "I'll be going now. Just don't stray too far away!"
"Don't worry, I won't," replied Rosa.
With a skillful leap, arcing in the air gracefully, Rosa started to make her way to the interlocking branches of the trees. Twisting and tangling, vines wrapped around the branches, tying them into a messy bundle. Thousands of leaves tickled each other, brushing past each other gently when the nightly breeze kicked in.
Rosa, using the intimately knotted foliage to her advantage, with great ability, soon disappeared into the greenery.
"Dang...What a badass," Rony murmured in a daze.
"..."
"...Whelp, I better get going now!" With much less skill than Rosa, Rony leaped up the tree, hopping by foot to every skew branch that look like broken limbs, until he finally made his way to a flat yet sturdy branch.
"Ayoo! Everyone! Rony is in the Army!"
There was a hollering and croaking, an enthusiastic response to Rony's arrival.
And with that, the night began.
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